#stevebucky fanfiction

[sparkagrace]

Steve Rogers, PA | @sparkagrace steve x bucky | teen | wip

tags: winter soldier Bucky Barnes, personal assistant Steve Rogers, beefy Steve, hunkyclinks, canon div, fluff, crack taken seriously

Steve Rogers didn't intend to work for an assassin, uh, mercenary, but it turns out he's a pretty good personal assistant. The hours are pretty good, he gets to work on his thesis… and his boss - the Winter Soldier - isn't too bad to look at either. But Steve might find that this job is more than he bargained for.

A fic series created for @buckybarnesevents' Build a Bucky Bingo with some prompts from @stuckybingo.

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[lavenderbuckyy]

in commemoration of richard siken possibly writing stucky poetry, i would like to show my OWN interpretation of the terrible poetry bucky would write about steve:

read the full fic here

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[purpleicedteas]

Practice

by purpleicedteas

“I'm ready, too, Stevie. I just think—” Bucky sighed, a mischievous look in his eyes. “I just think we should practice.” Steve blinked. “Practice.” “Yeah. For pups. It takes some couples several cycles, so if we want to get pregnant, we need to be ready for next week.” Steve’s cheeks flushed. “Right.” “Wouldn’t want to waste a round, right?” “Right.”

Bucky Barnes Bingo: C2 - MPreg @buckybarnesbingo

Captain Bottom Bingo: Free Space @cabottombingo

Build a Bucky Bingo: Happily Ever After @buckybarnesevents

Steve Rogers Bingo: Free Space @steverogersbingo

Thank you to @buckybarnesevents for putting up such a wonderful event! The NYE Masquerade was so fun. Thank you for getting me out of a writing slump.

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[postmodernmulticoloredcloak]

Chapters: 28/28

Fandom: Captain America (Movies)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers

Characters: Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Rebecca Barnes Proctor, Sam Wilson (Marvel)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Smut, Hurt/Comfort, Explicit Sexual Content, Porn with Feelings, Snowed In, Enemies to Lovers, Hotels, Airports, Post-Serum Steve Rogers, Amputee Bucky Barnes, POV Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes Has Issues, Caring Steve Rogers, Light BDSM, Dom Steve Rogers, Sub Bucky Barnes, Headaches & Migraines, Massage, Bickering, Communication, Feelings Realization, Getting Together, a variety of sex acts don't make me list them all, Sex Toys, Lingerie, bucky is stressed and overworked and steve helps, they mostly fuck like bunnies, steve rogers is a good dom

Summary:

A snow storm, cancelled flights, one last vacant hotel room, only one bed in the room. Steve Rogers is forced to share the space with the one coworker he cannot stand - unsufferable, presumptuous Bucky Barnes, who very much reciprocates Steve's loathing. He expects to have a terrible time. But sometimes things don't turn out like you expect them to, people are not what you think they are, and there's always something to learn about intimacy, pleasure and love.


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[alpineandbucky]

in these dreams it's always you; by @circaclementine

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in the gold room [ where everyone finally gets what they want ]

Explicit | 39,425 words

It’s only when they’re on opposite sides of the country attending University that our beloved boneheads realise how head over heels for each other they are. It’s true, after all, that you never know what you’ve got ‘til it’s gone. Steve’s pining from New York, terrified to make a move and lose the person that means the most to him, while Bucky’s been planning a birthday present to himself– one that’s been over a decade in the making. Will Bucky have the courage after all? Will Steve risk the possible loss to see if Bucky feels the same way he does?

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when we were little we made houses out of cardboard boxes

Explicit | 25,574 words

A view into Bucky and Steve's life once they move in together. They're right back where they belong, tucked safely in each other's arms, and it's time to learn to navigate the world as a true pair.

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i made this place for you [ a place for you to love me ]

Explicit | 2,024 words

Bucky’s just about to wrap a slick hand around himself, fattened up and glistening at the tip, when he spies a blur of white moving fast toward their front door. He groans aloud at the accompanying sound of a key in the lock and lets his head fall back. Sure enough, Steve walks into view half a minute later, looking a little wild behind the eyes but not at all phased by what he’s walked in on. “Hi. Can you put that away and come upstairs with me?” Steve asks, drawing a loose circle in the air pointed at Bucky’s bare groin.

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we've read the back of the book [ we know what's going to happen ]

Mature | 11,830 words

One hour ago, Steve stood below a floral arch — Sam at his side while Natasha waited on the other, as he watched Bucky walk down the tiled aisle towards him. Half an hour ago, Steve promised to love Bucky with all of his being, and Bucky returned the sentiment with tears in his eyes. “Now, allow me to present for the very first time, Mr. and Mr. Barnes-Rogers!” Thor announces, pride radiating off of him as he begins the applause that soon echoes throughout the hall.

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i made a moodboard for the first part of the series, and i'd be remiss if i didn't update it to recommend all four parts. this series means so much to me, and it's such a genuine pleasure to watch these boys grow together. there is so much love, companionship, and fun wound into these four stories that it just makes my heart feel like it could burst. clem, i love you dearly. thank you for this sharing this beautiful series. it's absolutely gorgeous, and you should be so proud. ❤️

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[buckyismybicycle]

clear as day, there was never any other way [AO3 Link] Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers Rating: Teen Tags/Warnings: Angst, Acceptance, Extreme Measures of Love, Lovers to Strangers, Strangers to Lovers, Canon-Divergent/Adjacent, Loss/Mourning Summary: Nothing could keep them separated. Nothing could pull them apart, whether it be days, years, or decades. Time after time, everyone around them catches on.

Or, simply: This is Steve and Bucky’s world, everyone else simply lives in it.

My @starspangledsecretsanta​ fic for @kestrafagnor​. 🧡

1943: Kreischberg, Austria

They had to make camp. Steve knows he’s already pushing these men beyond what they had left in the tank, but the more distance between them and Kreischberg, the better.

None of them complained, beaten and sore as they were — they, too, wanted to put as many miles between them and that godforsaken facility as possible.

Every now and then, Steve glances beside him, to make sure that Bucky was still with him. That Bucky was really with him and not an image that Steve’s mind had conjured up, like an apparition born from his sheer will.

But it was real. Bucky was alive, breathing, and walking next to him.

Tim Dugan, a large, sturdy man and Gabe Jones, a quiet but observant soldier, stuck close by, checking in on Bucky almost as much as Steve was. Once upon a time, it might’ve made him jealous. Now, it warmed Steve’s heart to see that Bucky had people looking out for him in Steve’s absence.

“Y’alright there, pal?” Bucky asks with a curious look. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost. I’m pale but I ain’t that pale and I sure as shit ain’t dead… Thanks to you.”

He adds that last part in, quieter, with a private smile and an almost-wink.

Steve wants to kiss him senseless. “Yeah! Yeah, I’m…”

He trails off, thinking about all the possibilities he’d tried to stamp down, that crept back into his brain anyway. Like: I thought I’d find you dead.

“I’m alright, Buck,” he doubles down, clapping a hand over Bucky’s shoulder. He lingers for a moment too long, perhaps, but feeling Bucky’s solid form beneath his palm is something he’s hesitant to let go of.

It’s then that he feels the slight tremors in Bucky’s body, the small twitch of his muscles. He looks closer still, to see the way Bucky’s jaw is clenched tightly and he’s got a white-knuckled grip on his rifle.

“We make camp here,” Steve declares, to everyone.

Most of the men collapse where they are, thankful to rest regardless where they are or how hard the ground is. The few supplies they’d swiped from the facility are stretched thin.

“C’mon,” Bucky murmurs beside him with a tilt of his head. He’d been handed a threadbare thing — honestly, Steve’s not sure if it’s a carpet or a curtain — and sets them a small distance from the group. He throws it over his shoulders, leaning against one of several fallen logs and invites Steve to sit, unspoken.

Steve does without hesitation, pressing his body against Bucky’s as close as he can. He tries to convince himself that he’s sharing his body heat, that this would appear perfectly normal to anyone who might happen to look over.

Only once he’s sitting like this, in the dim torchlight through the dark of the night as his adrenaline wears off, does he see how battered Bucky’s body truly is. The bruising, the swelling, the blood from his ears. It makes his breath catch in his throat. His hand moves up to Bucky’s face automatically to wipe the blood away, reminiscent of all the times Bucky’s done this for him after a back alley scrap.

“You saved me,” Bucky whispers, his face so open and earnest that Steve loses his ability to speak. Bucky’s looking at him like he’s a hero — with the same awe and adoration that Steve’s always had for Bucky growing up.

“You saved me first,” Steve reminds him.

He forgets where he is, forgets the hundreds of men behind them and the fact they can’t be doing this — he forgets it all, when Bucky leans in.

“Stuck with me forever, then,” Bucky murmurs against Steve’s lips.

“Forever,” he promises back, pressing in.

He’s dreamt of this, yearned for this every single day Bucky’s been gone. Bucky tastes like the tangy copper of blood from his split lip, but Steve still thinks it’s perfect.

✧✧✧

“I knew it,” Gabe whispers with a wide grin as he turns away from the private moment.

“Well you certainly don’t just drop behind enemy lines without backup for a friend,” Dugan snorts.

“You sayin’ you wouldn’t do that for me? I’m wounded,” Gabe retorts.

“Lookit that, Jonesy finally learns how to listen.”

Gabe huffs a laugh before he glances over at their Sergeant again. “Made for each other,” he murmurs more to himself than Dugan.

Bucky and Steve are curled up, resting their foreheads against each other’s.

“Heaven knows those two gotta have the biggest sets of balls on them,” Dugan says, exasperated. “Or they might just be the biggest pair of idiots I have ever met.”

“Like I said: made for each other.”

They never did quite hide it well enough — it was impossible to, when even across the field it was obvious in the way they looked at each other.

The Howling Commandos never said a thing, but the way they always stood around the two of them, like a herd surrounding their young, Steve and Bucky knew.

Knew that they were safe. Protected from outside eyes.

It was in the way Morita always set them in the same tent, the way Falsworth would wink at them slyly as he left them alone, or they way Dernier always sang softly in French and yet somehow they all knew that these were love songs, secret little odes to the two of them.

Maybe they shouldn’t have gotten so comfortable so quickly, but it was impossible to resist.

Every beat of Bucky’s heart was a signal that he was alive, when Steve had thought he’d lost everything that mattered to him. He had to feel it.

He doesn’t fall asleep until Bucky does and even then, it’s hard not to stare at Bucky’s chest, willing it to rise and fall steadily. Sometimes, he sleeps with fingers pressed to the pulse point in Bucky’s wrist.

They gravitate toward each other no matter how hard they try not to, finally colliding in a tangle of limbs and frantic kisses, every inch of their bare skin pressed together.

✧✧✧

Two years. That’s what they end up getting together. It’s longer than some people get, they should be grateful for it, and yet Steve can’t stop thinking about how unfair it was.

It should’ve been me.

He never said it out loud, but the Howlies knew anyway.

When Bucky fell off that train, they all mourned — they mourned for their friend, their sergeant, and they mourned for Steve, for he was never the same after that.

They mourned for the purest love they could have ever witnessed, the kind of love that inspires and restores faith in humanity during a time of war.

Nobody thought anything of it when the Valkyrie went down. Except the Howling Commandos, who had perhaps thought that Steve crashed that plane a little too eagerly, just coming from Bucky’s death like that.

Decades later, after years of service and medals, children and grandchildren, each of them still remembered Steve’s face. Sometimes it was the way Steve looked at Bucky like the man held the answers to the universe. Other times, it was his face after Bucky’s fall. Both were a testament to how deeply Bucky had been embedded in Steve’s heart.

  2011: New York, USA

He wakes to the sounds of a baseball game he remembers, but in a place he can’t remember at all.

He’s told it’s New York, but it doesn’t feel like it. He’s not sure if it’s the noise or the smell. Or because Bucky isn’t here, walking side-by-side with him.

The Empire State Building is right before him though, so he can’t deny that. The city itself is brighter, and yet Steve’s world remains just as dim. What was the point of seeing color if he could never lay eyes on Bucky again?

They say that the world is no longer at war, and that they won. A surrender. He hadn’t thought of it as a possibility back then, but hearing that Hydra had been defeated? But it doesn’t explain why he’s alive. Suspended animation is what they call it.

It sounds like hocus pocus.

They say that the world could still use him. That there’s still work to be done. Then, they hand him back the one thing still left from his time. The shield is tattered and dirty, smudged with the brutality he’d unleashed after the war took Bucky from him. He remembers, in bits and pieces all at once — Bucky, Erskine, Bucky, shield, Bucky, Peggy, Bucky — and it makes his head hurt. Rubbing his temples, he takes a deep breath to orient himself.

“Take your time. God knows if anybody’s earned it, you have. All the same…There’s a place for you on the team.”

He nods and shakes Fury’s hand, but doesn’t give him an answer. He’s not sure he’s ready to go back to war, he’s not even sure he’s ready to be standing in this century. He’s definitely not ready to be alone again.

They mistake his hesitancy for something else, because they give him the files. The Howlies – his family. He knows what each one of them will likely say, and he can’t quite bring himself to read any of it. He likes the last memories he has of them — alive. Covered in grime but young and vibrant. Laughing and teasing each other, talking about their hopes and dreams, where they’d end up in ten years.

Steve had said wherever Bucky is. But that didn’t quite stick, did it?

He hopes that each of his men got what they had wished for, as if somehow his loss — the greatest loss, in his opinion — was enough to even the scales for everyone else to live long, happy lives.

He hands the files back to Fury — all but one — untouched and as crisp as he had received them. When Fury raises an inquiring eyebrow, Steve deflects.

“Where do I sign up?” He asks, and Fury pauses before telling him to be here tomorrow morning. Steve nods once, turns and leaves with a straight back and stiff shoulders, military through and through.

Fury shuffles the dossiers in his hand. Jones, Morita, Dugan, Falsworth, Dernier… As suspected, Barnes’ folder is the only one missing.

  2014: Washington, USA

“Who the hell is Bucky?”

Steve never thought five words could do so much damage to his heart. It tears him apart because he revisits that day over and over again. Each time, a new scenario plays out. What if he’d just gotten up faster? What if he hadn’t deflected that shot to rip open the side of that railcar?

The world moves in slow motion, things and people moving around him noisily.

“Drop the shield, Cap!”

What if he had just looked for Bucky? How could he have possibly let himself leave Bucky behind like that? Not even a body to bring home to bury?

“Get on your knees! Get down, get down!”

What if he had just noticed sooner? What if, back in 1943, he’d paid more attention to Bucky? Surely, there must have been signs.

“Down! Don’t move.”

So what if they take the shield from him? So what if they handcuff him on national television? So what if they put a gun to his head while he’s on his knees?

He feels none of it.

Who the hell is Bucky?

He feels pain.

✧✧✧

Sam looks down at the cuffs, heavier than they are. He feels dread and hopelessness, but there’s still fight in him. He wants to finish what they started, except he’s not really sure what that means anymore.

Finding out that the Winter Soldier is Steve’s best friend put a wrench in things. He looks to Steve, who hasn’t said a word and has barely blinked. He nudges Steve’s foot to get his attention and raises an eyebrow in question.

“It was him,” Steve mumbles sullenly. “He looked right at me… Like he didn’t even know me.”

“How is that even possible?” Sam asks, genuinely trying to understand if Steve is certain or if Steve is hoping. “It was like, seventy years ago.”

The chances of finding one super-soldier from the 1940s was already bizarre, Sam can’t imagine what the odds are of finding two.

“Zola,” Steve determines. “Bucky’s whole unit was captured in ‘43, Zola experimented on him and whatever he did helped Bucky survive the fall. They must’ve found him and…”

Steve gets impossibly paler, and Sam has a pretty good idea of where his mind has gone. There’s a guilt there that Sam recognizes far too well — the feeling of watching someone you love plummet out of your grasp, and not being able to do a damn thing to save them. He wonders if Steve feels the same way about Bucky as he had about Riley.

He wants to reassure Steve that it’s not his doing, but Natasha beats him to it.

“None of that’s your fault, Steve.”

“Even when I had nothing, I had Bucky.”

If Sam hadn’t been sure before, he damn well is now. Steve Rogers, Captain America, was definitely, absolutely in love with the very same person they were trying to stop.

God help him.

✧✧✧

Later, he finds Steve on the bridge, lost in thought with the look of someone mourning. He supposes, in a lot of ways, that is what Steve’s doing. The scenario they’ve somehow landed in boggles his mind. He can’t imagine what Steve is going through and he isn’t sure Steve knows how to handle it all.

“He’s gonna be there, you know,” Sam reminds him, not knowing if that’s supposed to be good news or bad news.

“I know.”

That’s not the voice of a man who’s ready to fight the love of his life.

“Look,” Sam sighs. “Whoever he used to be…” is gone. He doesn’t say it out loud, but he’s sure Steve knows what he’s thinking. “The guy he is now? I don’t think he’s the kind you save. He’s the kind you stop.”

He expected Steve to get angry, or tell Sam he doesn’t know what he’s talking about. He expected a fight.

Instead, he gets a somber-looking Steve, who shoves his hands in his pockets. “I don’t know if I can do that.”

Of course not, Sam wants to say. He saw it when the Soldier’s mask fell off, the way Steve had been so stunned, he hadn’t even moved. He sees it now, with the way Steve’s eyes glaze over as his mind is transported somewhere else — with Bucky.

“He might not give you a choice,” Sam cautions. “He doesn’t know you.”

He’s normally much more optimistic but there’s something wondrous about Steve’s spirit. The hope Steve holds. Sam would hate to see it crushed.

“He will,” Steve states, confident and without reserve, with conviction and absolute certainty. He does, after all, know the Soldier better than anyone.

How can Sam argue with that?

  2016: Bucharest, Romania

“I got a baaad feelin’ about this,” Sam whispers to Natasha, who’s perched on the edge of the building with him. She hasn’t taken her binoculars off of the unit across from them, even though the windows are all plastered with newspaper.

“What could possibly go wrong with Steve turning off his comms while he enters an apartment without a clear line of sight to face one of the world’s deadliest assassins, Sam?”

“Not helping,” Sam says in a flat voice. “You see anything?”

The responding grunt indicates she’s got nothing. Sam thinks she’s just as irritated and anxious as he is, on the inside, but just won’t admit it.

“I don’t like this,” Sam repeats, itching to activate his pack and just crash through the window. “What if Steve’s bleeding out on that dude’s carpet?”

“The Winter Soldier doesn’t really strike me as a carpet type of guy.” That, and the fact that she’s pretty confident Steve isn’t in any actual danger. If the Winter Soldier wanted to kill Steve, there have been plenty of opportunities. Not just the Potomac, but ever since they set foot in Romania.

She has no doubt that he’s been vigilantly looking out his window, doing perimeter checks. Old habits die hard, she would know.

Sam grumbles beside her, seconds away from barreling in there, when all hell breaks loose.

“Shit, I think that’s special forces,” Nat says, binoculars trained on the little fleet of incoming vehicles in the distance.

“Heads up, Cap,” Sam says into his earpiece “German Special Forces, approaching from the south. Nat’s got eyes on them.”

✧✧✧

“Understood,” Steve replies evenly, trying not to feel the bubbling frustration spilling over, because he knows Bucky’s behind him. He slowly turns around, and sure enough, there he is. Whole. Alive. Staring back at him.

“Do you know me?” He asks, even though he’s aware that any answer other than “yeah, you’re my Stevie” will crush him.

Bucky stares a moment, likely calculating, before he speaks. “You’re Steve. I read about you in a museum.”

“They’ve set the perimeter.”

Steve ignores Sam’s warning, eyes focused entirely on Bucky, trying to come up with the right words to get him to stay. Not stay here, but with Steve. He knows he’s not just Steve-from-the-museum, he just needs Bucky to accept the truth. “I know you’re nervous. And you have plenty of reasons to be. But you’re lying.”

“I wasn’t in Vienna,” Bucky defends himself, though in a tired, worn out way. “I don’t do that anymore.”

“That’s not what I was talking about,” Steve says. “But it doesn’t matter right now, because the people who think you did it are coming here now. And they’re not planning on taking you alive.”

“That’s smart,” Bucky replies with all the emotion of a brick. He nods in approval. “Good strategy.”

Steve can’t stomach the idea of anyone ever laying their hands on Bucky again. He wants to get on his knees and beg Bucky to come with him, but that wouldn’t work.

“They’re on the roof! We’re compromised.”

“This doesn’t have to end in a fight, Buck.”

They both turn their heads at the stampede of footsteps outside the door. Steve’s run out of time.

“It always ends in a fight.”

There’s a loud thud, followed by another after a few seconds, the battering ram interrupting their conversation.

“Cap! Five seconds!”

“You pulled me from the river,” Steve says evenly, like they’re not about to be stormed. “Why?”

He knows why, he just wants Bucky to say it.

“I don’t know,” Bucky responds, his body still ready to take off at any minute.

It hurts, deeper than any wound, more painful than any torture, but he refuses to cave in. He refuses to give up on Bucky.

“Three seconds!”

“Yes, you do,” Steve pushes. I know you remember me. Say it, Bucky.

“Breach! Breach!”

Then, the world explodes around them. For a brief moment, he’s back at basic, the grenade coming at him. Except now, he has a shield to smother it, trying not to think about the fact that Bucky kicked it at him.

Bucky has always been tough, but he’s a force of nature now, strong and sturdy yet still quick as a whip. He kicks the table to the door and flings the mattress up to block an attack from the window, calculating and getting ahead of the cops.

Steve watches in a horrified sort of awe, doing his best to buy himself some time when Bucky slams a police officer into the wall.

“Buck, stop! You’re gonna kill someone.” The next second, he’s on his back, and his mind is transported to their previous helicarrier fight, looking up at Bucky’s raised fist.

“I’m not gonna kill anyone,” Bucky says calmly.

Steve can’t help the finch as Bucky brings his hand down, even though he’s never in his life shied from Bucky’s touch. He hears the crunch of splintering wood beside his ear and then Bucky’s gone.

He would rather die than let Bucky out of his sight again, so he follows. He chases Bucky through the apartment and down the stairs, and he refuses to give up when Bucky throws obstacles in his way to slow him down, like flipping officers over the staircase and forcing Steve to catch them. Even though he hates to admit it, it’s a smart move.

Still, Bucky underestimates him.

✧✧✧

After being spotted, Nat and Sam both spring up, ready to jump into action when they see the door of the balcony being kicked in by the operatives. There’s gunfire that can be heard across the street, which is never a good sign. There’s footsteps on adjacent rooftops too, which means they’re no longer safe and hidden. Sam grabs Natasha’s hand, about to fly them across.

Glass shatters from a nearby window, and then their earpiece crackles to life.

“Sam, southwest rooftop.”

Sam and Natasha look at each other, and she lets herself get wrapped up in Sam’s arms before they take to the skies.

“Steve? What floor?” Sam asks, but the earpiece remains suspiciously quiet.

Then, a backpack comes flying out of a unit above them, followed by a body.

Natasha knows it’s not Steve, given the outfit, but she wonders if the Winter Soldier’s recklessness actually rivals Steve’s. They watch as the assassin immediately rolls, picks up the bag and books it across the rooftops, faster than any human should.

A streak of navy blue follows, the shield strapped to Steve’s back catching the sun as he also rolls with his landing, chasing Bucky as they parkour over the city.

Special forces are now joined by local police and Nat can hear helicopters approaching.

“There,” Natasha says, alerting Sam to the predicted path of the soldier. She nudges him and points below. “Get me to that bike.”

He swoops, wings narrowing as he lands her beside the motorcycle in question, before tailing Steve as he makes for the underpass. She jacks the motorcycle as quickly as she can, joining the chase.

The highway is a disaster. Cars are being flipped, swerving to avoid hitting someone or something. Chaos breaks out in the city, until it all comes to a grinding halt, and they find themselves in a standoff.

One motorcycle flip, a masked cat man and a highly publicized arrest later, they’re now waiting for the psychiatrist to be done evaluating Barnes while Steve paces.

There’s something not right, she can tell almost instantly, but she isn’t sure how. Or what.

She’s curious, if perhaps Steve was right. That some part of the Winter Soldier recognizes Steve, and maybe even returns some of the sentiment.

While Steve tore apart the world looking for him, he surrendered for Steve. She’s not sure which of those is more dire, but she’s positive of one thing: the two of them, reunited, on the same page, are a terrifying duo.

She expected the worry and the anxious pacing from Steve.

Steve’s entire body is clenched up and he doesn’t take his eyes off the screen. She doesn’t blame him of course — his long lost partner is strapped down, confined in a glass cell with his arm being subjected to electromagnetic interference, which she’s sure doesn’t feel very pleasant.

What she didn’t expect was the psychiatrist unlocking Hydra’s secrets thought to be long dead.

✧✧✧

She rubs at her neck absentmindedly as they wait for the Soldier to wake up. Sam, beside her, does the same with his jaw. The Soldier had gotten them good. All of them.

“Told you he surrendered in Bucharest,” Nat murmurs. Though, it had been Bucky Barnes or at least the ghost of him, back in Romania. What Zemo had unleashed was certainly not Bucky.

“Yeah, yeah,” Sam concedes. After a pause, he touches her elbow gently. “You okay?”

She nods, even if she’s not sure. “I remember him, you know? Back in the day.”

She doesn’t say much else, doesn’t like remembering the Red Room or anything associated with it. But the Soldier…

She can tell Sam wants to ask, he just knows better by now. “But he didn’t recognize me.”

“He didn’t recognize anybody.”

“I’m not so sure,” Natasha says with a tip of her head.

Sam follows her line of sight, to the two super-soldiers. “You think he’s really in there?”

She would have normally said no. That’s the logical answer, because she knows that Hydra sinks their claws in as deep as they can and they don’t let go. But she can’t deny the evidence — what she’s witnessing with her own two eyes.

“Nat, he did get knocked in the head pretty hard,” Sam tries to reason.

She thinks back to 2012, back to Loki worming his way into Clint’s mind and her “cognitive calibration”. Shaking her head, she knows that Sam hadn’t witnessed what she had. Not with Clint, not with Hydra. “If all it took was a knock to the head, don’t you think that’d be a bit of a liability while he was on missions? Besides, you kicked him in the back of the head clear across the road.”

Sam begrudgingly has to admit that she makes a good point.

Steve laughs softly at something Bucky says, and even more surprisingly, Bucky smiles back. Bucky smiles.

“Well I’ll be damned,” Sam mumbles under his breath, to which Natasha can only respond with a hum.

“I’m telling you, Sam, there was nothing there,” Natasha whispers, crossing her arms. “But this…”

There’s one thing that’s painfully clear, and it’s in everything — every move, every look, every touch and every non-touch. It’s in the way Bucky’s slumped, ashamed, trying to keep Steve away for Steve’s own sake. It’s in the way Steve inches closer still, undeterred. It’s in the way Bucky could summon old memories that nobody was sure he’d still have, and the way Steve’s eyes had instantly teared up, nodding along, confirming every word that Bucky says.

“They are sickeningly in love, aren’t they?” Sam asks, knowing the answer.

“They are beyond sickeningly in love,” Natasha confirms, a small smile forming on her face.

“They can hear you loud and clear,” Steve’s voice calls out from where he’s letting Bucky’s arm out of the vice grip.

Sam and Nat share a look, before helping Steve with the contraption.

  2017: Birnin Zana, Wakanda

He doesn’t miss the feeling of waking up from cryostasis, that’s for sure. Still, this time around it’s more gentle. Slower and more patient, like someone that doesn’t need a mission completed that very same day.

It’s a girl that he hears first — her voice is light, higher and childlike.

The next voice belongs to the king, low and soft. Soothing.

He’s being woken up by lullabies in comparison to Hydra, which is why he doesn’t immediately panic about the feeling of receding frost in his veins, the lethargy of his muscles.

It doesn’t burn when he blinks his eyes open, and his arms are free to move as he pleases, no restraints.

“Good morning, James.”

“S‘actually morning?” His words are still a little slurred, muscles in his face warming up.

There’s a soft chuckle, before the girl speaks again. “Not at all. But you are just in time for dinner.”

“This is my sister, Shuri,” T’Challa says. “She has been helping us formulate your rehabilitation program.”

Bucky’s brain feels like it’s slowly rebooting, and he should probably mention that eating after cryo seems like a terrible idea, but he’s taken aback by the room. It’s… bright. White, clean, smelling fresh. This is not the musty basement of some Hydra base.

A smoothie of some sort gets waved in his face and he takes it, not wanting to be rude. It smells amazing and his stomach lets out a low rumble, but he’s still hesitant.

“It will not upset your stomach,” Shuri tells him gently, letting go as he grasps it with shaking hands.

“Thank you,” he remembers to say.

“After you are done, let’s take a walk,” the king says gently.

The palace is gorgeous. It’s open and bright, vibrant with colors and shining with gold.

“I can’t thank you enough,” Bucky says eventually, feeling indebted. It makes his stomach twist — he doesn’t like owing people. Never has.

“No need,” T’Challa counters. “Please, think of this as your home for the next little while. We can accommodate you after your deprogramming.”

“D’you really think it’s gonna work?”

“My sister has never failed,” T’Challa answers. “You are in good hands.”

He repeats what he had said to Steve. “I’m not sure I’m worth all this.”

T’Challa seems to digest the words and consider them carefully before changing directions. “Let me show you something.”

Bucky follows him, mostly in silence that doesn’t feel uncomfortable. He takes the time to simply see. He watches T’Challa navigate easily, through a complex, underground system. The rushing roar of a train startles him at first.

“Where are we?” He eventually asks, curiosity getting the better of him.

“Right now we are under Mount Bashenga.”

Bucky watches the trains in fascination, smells the dampened moisture in the cave that they’ve entered, and follows T’Challa as they head towards a soft light above.

He takes a deep breath when they finally emerge, feeling his skin warm up again. The sight is breathtaking. He can see the forests and fields for miles, all kissed gold by the setting sun. It reminds him of Steve’s hair, of Steve’s smile.

The thought summons a sudden surge of emotion, as if it had been building inside him this whole time and it makes his voice crack. “This is beautiful.”

“It is,” the king agrees, lowering himself to sit.

Bucky follows quickly, not wanting to be at a higher elevation than the king for crying out loud.

“This was the last thing I could offer to my cousin, N'Jadaka,” T’Challa tells him softly. “I told him that Shuri could heal the wound I had inflicted on him, but he declined.”

Bucky wants to know the details, but he doesn’t push, letting T’Challa take him through the story of the one that would become known as Killmonger.

“He took his last breath here,” T’Challa concludes. “Even though it was his choice, I felt his blood on my hands for a long time after, but I still find myself here often.”

“I think I would too,” Bucky agrees. There’s something calming about the pleasantly heated hug of the sun while overlooking such a beautiful region.

“Please do.”

They sit together until the sun has given way to the starry sky.

✧✧✧

Steve is nervous about landing. Yes, there’s a fight coming — a big one, at that. But, he can’t stop worrying about Bucky, wondering how he’s been and how the deprogramming is coming along. He’s only received updates here and there, but they’ve kept him in the loop for all the big steps.

He had very nearly flown back here when T’Challa informed him they were planning on taking Bucky out of cryostasis. Now, with the lush forests and vast expanse of rich land beneath them, he feels his anxiety ramp up. He’s so close and yet so far.

When they land, he immediately greets T’Challa. “Seems like I’m always thanking you for something.”

It goes unsaid, but he’s sure the king knows just how much he’s dying to see Bucky.

“So how big of an assault can we expect?” T’Challa asks, bringing Steve back to business.

“Uh, sir, I think you can expect quite a big assault,” Bruce answers for him.

“How are we looking?” Steve asks in return.

“You will have my King’s Guard, the Border Tribe, the Dora Milaje, and —”

“A semi-stable, 100-year-old man.”

Steve’s heart soars at the familiar voice — this one softer and lighter, like the Bucky he grew up with and less like the Winter Soldier. He doesn’t waste a second, walking toward Bucky to meet him in the middle, even if he’s not entirely sure Bucky would welcome the touch.

The tender smile is inviting enough that Steve goes for it, arms outstretched, dying to hold Bucky for the first time in far too long.

“How ya been, Buck?”

“Eh, not bad, for the end of the world,” he replies easily.

Steve tears up then, because if it truly is the end of the world, there’s nowhere else he’d rather be and nobody he’d rather be with.

He doesn’t see Natasha and Sam exchanging looks, or T’Challa’s small, knowing smile.

He doesn’t see anything except Bucky. “I missed you, Buck.”

✧✧✧

“I can’t thank you enough, Your Highness,” Steve says the moment Bucky goes to greet Sam and Natasha, making his amends and starting anew with them.

“It was my pleasure,” T’Challa responds. “Shuri always loves a good challenge, I think it is going well.”

Steve lets out a huge breath of relief. “You… You have no idea how much that means to me. Us.”

✧✧✧

Snap.

That’s all it takes to tear the world down.

“What did you do?” Thor demands of Thanos. “What did you do?!”

Thanos vanishes before their eyes, leaving them with no answers and a feeling of dread.

“Where’d he go?” Steve asks as he’s looking around, trying to see what’s changed, trying to determine if Thanos’s threat was real.

Nobody knows, but Steve still turns to Thor, expectantly. “Thor, where did he go?”

Everything looks the same, smells the same…

“Steve?”

Bucky’s name dies in his throat as he watches the unspeakable happen.

No, no, nononono!

He lunges forward as he watches in horror while Bucky disintegrates before his eyes. The shine of his eyes dulls as he stumbles, limbs evaporating into dust.

“BUCKY!”

He falls to his knees as Bucky literally slips through his fingers. Amongst the shouts for friends and family echoing through the forest, he hears his own anguished cries.

Thor is speechless, Wanda heartbroken, Vision dead. The loss is devastating.

It feels like all the oxygen has left his lungs and all the life drained from him. He wants to lay down, right here on top of Bucky’s ashes, but it feels too close to admitting that Bucky’s gone. No, he can’t give up yet.

“Hang on, Buck,” he promises to the empty space where his heart and soul had been. “I’m coming for you.”

#stucky #stevebucky #stevebucky fanfiction #stucky fanfiction #star spangled secret santa

[lesbiradshaw]

i’ll do anything you say (if you say it with your hands)

by steviepie

He has the distant thought as Bucky’s thumbs— one side cold and the other warm— stroke over the skin above his waistband where the hem of his shirt has been pushed up that he loves Bucky’s hands, both the ones he has and the one he doesn’t. They hold him tight and touch him right no matter what material they’re made out of.

(alternatively: steve likes watching bucky’s hands. he likes when bucky touches him with them even more.)

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[felixbian]

new christmas is live! enjoy!

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[snarkythewoecrow]

Stepping into the darkened living room, only lit by the glow of the TV as the sounds of an episode of the Golden Girls filled the air, Steve’s eyes didn’t need to strain to see. So he didn’t miss Bucky’s wide eyes as he froze in the TV’s light, holding something small and foil-covered in his hand that looked like candy.

“Buck?” he asked, noticing the wrappers surrounding his husband, covering the couch and spilling onto the floor.

Still silent, clearly a little guilty about being caught, Bucky scrunched his nose, then swallowed what was presumably another piece of candy he’d been holding in his mouth. “Hey, Stevie. I, uh, thought you were going to be in DC for another night?”

Eyebrows raised, he tried to keep a straight face at the complete mess in front of him—Bucky had always been a little goblin when it came to chocolate, especially when it included peanut butter and his candy of choice tonight looked like peanut butter cups. At least two bags from his estimate.

“Meeting for tomorrow got canceled,” Steve said, then glanced at the TV, smiling because he’d been caught indulging in his favorite show, even though he’d never admit to watching it. Then turning back to him, he asked, “So, you save some for me or what?”

Bucky curled his hands around the bag protectively, looking down at them, then a smirk slowly twisted his mouth. “You want ‘em, then you gotta earn ‘em.”

Tongue sweeping over his lips, Steve grinned, “Oh yeah? Well, I’m ready when you are. Let's play.”

#stevebucky #stucky #stevebucky fanfiction #stucky fanfiction #ficlet #Bucky Barnes #Bucky is a chocolate goblin and you can't change my mind #stucky fluff #snark writes

[clokkerfoot]

The world has gone to shit. Bucky Barnes is alone, aside from a group of mindless zombies that are keeping him company. He tells himself he's content with the hand he has been dealt, and he almost believes it—until a ghost from the past reappears in his life and he's forced to confront feelings he had buried a long time ago.

Or: Bucky Barnes meets a ghost from his past in an apocalyptic world, and finds that love can be a remarkably hopeful thing.

“Pandora's box had been opened and monsters had come out. But there had been something hidden at the bottom of Pandora's box. Something wonderful. Hope.” — Lisa Marie Rice (Breaking Danger)

#stucky #stevebucky #stucky fanfiction #stevebucky fanfiction #bucky barnes #steve rogers

[faeriecap]

hey y’aaaallllll!! so my next wip is a currently untitled meetcute set in dublin, ireland and as i am not a lot of the things i’m including and because i thrive off attention i’m looking for beta readers! you do not have to be any of these things (anyone can sign up) but i’m especially looking for people with firsthand knowledge on irish language/culture, diabetes/chronic illness, amputees/disability experiences, foster care, mtf trans experiences, deaf culture, new york, and postgrad studies in ireland <33 use the link to sign up below if you’re interested or want to know more about the process :)

https://7xaw73ud5xh.typeform.com/c/cis4MG2u

#i worked so hard on this all and i need motivation to write this piece in less than five years #jays dublin au #pls yall sign up #i speak #dublin #ireland #stevebucky #captain america fanfiction #stevebucky fanfiction #beta reader #deaf #irish #disabled community #trans #fostercare #diabetes #new york #jays fanfics

[sparkagrace]

Happy spooky season! Unfortunately, I have not read as many spooky reads as I wanted, but I have read some incredible fics this month!

october

265,137 words read over 36 fics (average of 7,575 per fic, not including wips) 📉 32% from September.

Current total for the year: 2,561,882 words

a handful of fic recs

cargo hold by @mxaether stucky | E | 4k

turkish bath by @hipsterdiva stucky | E | 2k

On the Other Side of the Door by @bonky-bornes stucky | N/A | 11.7k

as the leaves are changing by @dontcallmebree stucky | T | 4.5k

no notion of loving by halves by @bittersweet-in-boston stucky | E | 32.8k

All Plugged Up by @wayward_lives shrinkyclinks | E | 3.5k

stop video by scorpiohs stucky | E | 1.7k

you linger and remain by @dontcallmebree stucky | T | 1.7k

Happy Golden Daze by @buckybarnesdeservestobehappy stucky | E | 11.6k

There Are Strangers I Have Yet to Become by @voylitscope stucky | E | 16k

one deep breath out from the sky by @cable-knit-sweater stucky | E | 9k

while the saints sleep by @between-a-ship-and-a-hard-place bucky | T | 2k

series rec

Keep a light on for me by cryogenia (@buckyballbearing) stucky | 3 fics | 19.6k

currently streaming wips started this month

killin' me slow by @alpineandbucky stucky | E | 1 of 2

be kind, rewind older fics or rereads

with all my skin and bone by unicornpoe stucky | T | 54.6k

Rub Me, Stroke Me, Bro Me by @buckybarnesdeservestobehappy stucky | E | 3.4k

Gimmie Twice by iisaax shrinkyclinks | E | 1.5k

Sucker Punch by yellow_crayon stucky | E | 15k

#monthly fic recap #fic list #fic rec #steve x bucky #stevebucky fanfiction #posting this one early!

[lavenderbuckyy]

🍁🍂 𝐀 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 🐾🦇

𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐌𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓

Bucky Barnes is an average guy. He likes cosy nights in, cheesy rom-coms... Oh, and obsessively researching the supernatural.

With the paranormal season fast approaching, paranoia is at an all-time high. Bucky is determined to keep his boyfriend, Steve, safe.

Too bad he doesn't know that Steve's a werewolf himself — and his wolf form is a tiny, fluffy Pomeranian...

☾ a @lavenderbuckyy and @storywriter8 collab, coming 26 nov 2023 (THIS SUNDAY!)

EEEE so excited to announce my entry for the 2023 shrinkyclinks bang, hosted by @buckybarnesevents! my partner is the incredibly talented and very sweet @storywriter8 who has put an unbelievable amount of love, care and hard work into her artwork for this story ❤️

this story features a very silly bucky, autumnal vibes, a strange web forum and a lot of fluff and humour 🍂🫖🐾 me and @storywriter8 have put so much love into it, so please do check it out this saturday!! 🥰

and much love to my other participants in the shrinkyclinks bang who have had such fun, interesting and sweet ideas 🤩 now that assignment season is over, i'm so excited to read all your works!! 🥰

#stucky #stevebucky #stucky fanfiction #stucky fanfic #stucky fic #stevebucky fanfiction #stevebucky fanfic #stevebucky fic #stevexbucky #shrinkyclinks #shrinkyclinks bang #fanfiction #fanfic #fic

[savagegood]

sometimes the knowledge you gain on twitter is both blessed and cursed

also his likes are sending me:

#this is how i learn richard siken has written fanfic and has given an interview on it years back in fact #richard siken #ao3 #supernatural #sherlock #fanfiction #johnlock #destiel #spn #twitter #wincest tw #long post #stevebucky #marvel

[postmodernmulticoloredcloak]

. . . You will never guess how many beds were there.

If you like Steve and Bucky, smut with feelings, hurt/comfort, enemies-to-lovers, dumbasses (affectionate) learning to communicate, and did I mention smut, check out my soon-to-be-published fic It’s The Snow.

Featuring a crowded hotel, effective methods to de-stress, and unexpected discoveries about trust and pleasure.

Coming to AO3 from December 1st. Posting schedule: Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays.

If you are interested, subscribe to my AO3 ;)

#stucky #stucky fic #stevebucky #stevebucky fic #steve rogers #bucky barnes #wintershield #steve x bucky #marvel fic #mcu fic #marvel #mcu #stucky fanfiction #stevebucky fanfiction #mcu fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #bucky barnes smut #steve rogers smut #dom steve rogers #sub bucky barnes #there was only one bed #enemies to lovers #hurt/comfort

[marvelavengerspovs1]

Double Trouble

Pairing: Stucky x F!reader

Warnings: MDNI (SMUT 18+), dom!Bucky, soft dom!Steve, sub!reader, dry humping, spitting, masturbation, double penetration, degradation kink/name calling (slut to reader), praise kink, threesome, I think that’s it but lmk if I missed something

Length: 1.5k

Summary: Bucky will only allow you to let go if you have been good.

A/N: Thank you so much for the support on my last Stucky post!

MDNI! 18+ ONLY! I cannot control what you consume so you have been warned!

I do not give consent for my work to be translated, copied, or sold!

You never imagined your life would turn out this way. You never imagined that you would be an Avenger, that you would have some sick ass powers, or that you would be in a relationship. The best part is that you didn’t have to stick to just one man, you had two very handsome super soldiers to keep your bed warm at night.

You gasp as you feel Steve bite the small area where your neck and shoulder meet. He quickly licks over it and places a small kiss to relieve the pain.

“Steve…” You moan out his name.

Steve silences you with a kiss on your lips. You lean into him, pushing Steve to sit on the edge of the bed. Once he sits down, you straddle his lap. You push your pulsing core onto his hard and clothed cock.

Steve hisses, pushing you down by your hips and lifting his. “There you go Honey, you’re being such a good girl.”

You moan at his words. “Please Stevie, I need more!” You whine.

“Don’t listen to her Steve, she has a whole lot more begging to do.” Bucky chimes in from his spot on the bed.

Bucky lays on his typical side of the bed, the left. He has his left arm propped behind him, his shirt off, a pair of gray sweatpants on, and his right hand in his boxers. His long hair is pulled back into a bun and his beard is long from not shaving in weeks.

You turn your head to look at Bucky. You can see the small movements his hand is making. He’s jerking himself off but he doesn’t want to come just yet.

“Please Bucky, Stevie said I was being a good girl!” You beg.

Bucky tilts his head to the side as Steve continues to kiss your neck. “You haven’t proven anything yet, Doll,” Bucky smirks at you.

You continue to grind down on Steve’s dick, chasing your orgasm. You weren’t close by any means, but any movement would bring it closer.

“Doll, you look pathetic trying to get off on Stevie.” Bucky laughs at you.

You moan at his words and feel Steve get harder. You lift your arms and Steve lifts your shirt off. He continues to lift his hips to meet yours as he rips off your bra and looks at your breasts. Steve licks his lips before putting his mouth onto one of your tits. He lightly grazes your nipple with his teeth before licking it and then gently sucking. You moan and arch your back, pushing your breast further into Steve’s mouth.

“Please Stevie, please make me feel good!” You moan, sounding breathless.

“Be a good girl and I’ll let Stevie make you feel good,” Bucky tells you.

You look at him and see that he’s moving his hand faster, a sign that you were being a good girl. You continue to roll your hips onto Steve, allowing him to be the one in control. Steve switches breasts, making sure to give it the same treatment.

You feel the familiar knot in your stomach. You know you can’t let loose without Bucky’s approval or without Steve feeling equally as good.

“Stevie…. Bucky… I’m about to-!” You can’t let the words out, too focused on moaning.

Steve releases your breast from his mouth and turns to Bucky. “Should we let her?”

“Hmmm…. Do you think she’s been a good enough girl?” Bucky asks as he watches your hips move more erratically, trying to find some relief.

Steve lets out a moan as you rub him in the right spot. “Mmh… She’s been an angel Buck. Maybe after I’m done with her you can try her out.”

You moan at the sensation. The boys talking to each other like you weren’t there made you feel something. As well as his hard cock hitting your cunt in the most delicious way.

“Ok, you can let her come.” Bucky finally agrees, moving his hand at the same speed you’re thrusting your hips.

“Yes! Thank you, Bucky! Thank you!” You moan in excitement as Steve goes back to kissing your neck, this time massaging your tits with his hands.

The room is filled with your impatient moans, Steve’s heavy breathing, and Bucky jerking himself off. You start to feel your orgasm coming, the familiar pull exciting you.

“Stevie, I'm so close! Yes right there! Keep going! Yes!” You moan.

Finally, you snap. You feel your orgasm course through you, your toes curling with pleasure, and the most filthy moan escaping your lips. Steve and Bucky follow behind you, feeling the relief you feel.

“Come here Doll,” Bucky motions for you to come to him.

You obey him, leaving Steve to ride out his orgasm. You crawl to Bucky and let him help you straddle his lap. One thing about these super soldier men, they can go all night.

“Are you going to be a good girl again and let me claim the sweet pussy?” Bucky asks, cupping your cunt.

You push yourself down harder, wanting him to take you. “Yes, Sergeant.”

“Good girl.” Bucky lifts you and walks over to Steve who already has his boxers off. “Stevie, why don’t you help our girl?”

Bucky sets you down and makes you stand between Steve’s legs. Both men help you out of your jeans and underwear before Bucky makes you widen your stance, placing your hands on his chest. Then you feel it. Steve’s long and thick finger is stretching your hole. Slowly but surely he stretches you out, adding one finger after the other until you are prepped for his cock.

“She’s ready Buck,” Steve says from behind you. You turn to Bucky and see that he is naked now.

Bucky helps Steve get his thick cock in you, making sure that the two of you are comfortable. You moan as his throbbing tip is at your entrance, feeling how good Steve is stretching you. Bucky then pushes you back onto Steve before settling above you, thrusting into your pussy without any warning. You let out a loud yelp that is followed by a moan.

Both men slowly pull out until only their tips are inside of you. They thrust back in, their hips flushed against yours. They repeat their movements, changing their speeds. Bucky would go fast while Steve would go deliciously slow, and vice versa. You moan pornographically, their movements being everything you want.

“Look at her Stevie, she’s a slut!”

“Makes me wonder why we fuck her and not each other, we don’t do around acting like a porn star, right Buck?”

“Mhm, that’s right Stevie!” Bucky wraps his left arm around your neck and gives it a light squeeze.

“Yes! Please! Treat me like a slut!” You moan.

Bucky leaves his hand around your throat but doesn’t squeeze. He gently moves your neck to the side before leaning down to kiss Steve. Bucky forces his tongue down Steve’s throat and he hums in approval. You moan at the sight. The super soldiers thrusting into you, treating you like a toy, but being into each other.

Bucky gently squeezes your throat once more. “You like that slut? Do you like us treating you like you’re not even here? You like that we’re fucking you because no one else will ever be allowed to touch you?”

You nod your head quickly, your breaths coming faster. You start to feel your orgasm coming again. Hearing Bucky degrade you and the slapping of your skin against both men brings you closer to the edge.

“We’re going to fill her Stevie. We’re going to make sure that the slut knows she belongs to us and only us.”

They both start to go in sync, almost as if they practiced it. Like they knew you would be a goner. 

“Yes, Bucky! Yes Stevie! Yes! Yes! YES!” You start to moan louder and louder. “Please, I'm so close! Let me come! Please!”

 Steve starts to kiss your neck again, biting hard. You moan and Bucky silences you, his tongue pushing past your lips. You lean further into Bucky, tasting Steve on his lips. Bucky kisses you like he’s starving and you’re his next meal. Bucky leans back and grabs your chin with his left hand. He tilts your head back and makes your mouth stay open. He then spits into your mouth, ordering Steve to do the same. Both men spit in your mouth multiple times before Bucky forces you to close your jaw.

“Swallow and I’ll let you come.” You gladly drink their spit.

Bucky nods at Steve and her reaches between your bodies until he gets to your clit. He plays with your clit, making sure that you can only feel pleasure. You feel the pressure in the pit of your stomach build up. Your toes start to curl with anticipation. You can tell that both men are close as well, their thrusts turning sloppy.

“I’m going to come! You moan out.

Bucky and Steve thrust three more times before you unravel. You yell their names as you feel your orgasm wash over you. Both men stay in you and thrust until they come. Bucky and Steve come at the same time, Steve holding the back of Bucky’s neck to pull him for a kiss. They kiss until every last drop of their come is in you.

“You are a good girl.” Bucky praises you.

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