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buckys-wintersoldier · 21 days

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‘Til the end of the line | Stucky

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 -> WinterSoldier!Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes

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

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 -> 2012

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 -> (T) violence, mention of brainwashing

𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 -> 10 Years Anniversary CA:TWS | April 4 | Theme: ‘Til the end of the line | Helicarrier, 1940’s, Reunion, “Schoolyard and battlefield”, Favourite Stucky scene | @catws-anniversary

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Bucky turns around in his bed, throwing his head from one side to the other. His breathing is heavy, and when a sudden scream leaves his lips, he immediately wakes up. Tears are burning in his eyes, slowly falling down his cheeks, his chest raising and falling fast, and his muscles tensing while he looks around. Sweat is covering his body, and he sits up, listening to the sound of his dog tags touching one another. A sound that calms him down slowly. He rarely has a night where he isn’t waking up himself, screaming, and crying because of another nightmare. Bucky’s hand slides to the side, touching the cool floor, and he sighs softly. He knows he is at home; he is at the Avengers compound. A soft knock on his door, and the door opens quietly. Bucky’s gaze snaps towards the door.

“Bucky? You’re fine?” Natasha asks, looking through the now-open door of his room.

His eyes are still red, and trails of tears cover his face, but he nods softly. Bucky inhales deeply, sliding his fingers through his hair. He tries to smile at her to ensure he is oke but Natasha walks into the room, claiming the door then and walking closer to the soldier. She smiles, encouraging him, knowing Bucky is embarrassed of himself for screaming and crying in his sleep once again. She lets herself take a seat next to him on the ground; her hand makes its way to his bare back, and she draws small circles on it.

When she did that the first time after Bucky saw Steve on the bridge a while ago and him not recognizing Bucky, she sat next to him as well, waiting until Bucky told her about the nightmares he has, and he said sorry a lot. He felt bad for waking her up because he had a nightmare. Natasha made sure that she did it because they are friends and because she knew it’s not easy to see someone he knows so well, someone he loves, who acted like he didn’t know Bucky anymore. The sweat never stopped her from touching him because she knows he needs it; he needs someone who is there and someone he can be closer to so he won’t feel alone anymore. And since then, she often spends the night with Bucky; they talk, sometimes she just helps him to calm down, and then they both sleep. They are friends, good friends, and even though they are so close, both of them have no other feelings than best friends have for each other.

“We will find Steve, and he will remember. Do you wanna have some hot chocolate too?” She asks, knowing that Bucky loves them just as much as she does.

“With whipped cream and marshmallows,” Bucky says, chucking softly. “Let me take a shower first.”

Bucky got up from the floor, reaching for Nat’s hand and pulling her up as well. He then takes some clothes, walking toward the bathroom while Natasha walks to the door, which leads into the floor. She just opens it, facing Bucky and smirking playfully.

Don’t take too long, old man. Otherwise, the chocolate will be cold.”

Bucky rolls his eyes and walks into the bathroom, hearing Natasha laughing. Then he takes off his boxers and gets into the shower. The hot water relaxes his tensing muscles; the scent of the shampoo he uses makes him sigh softly; and he enjoys the hot water running down his body. He washes the sweat off his body, letting the hot water fall down on his body a while longer before he gets out of the shower and drys himself. Bucky rubs his long brown hair dry and then wraps the towel around his waist. He always feels better when he has a nice, hot shower. After doing everything in the bathroom, including taking on his fresh clothes, he makes his way out of his room and into the kitchen, where Natasha is already waiting for him. He inhales the sweet scent of the hot chocolate and the marshmallows in the room, smiling softly.

“Smells delicious as always when you make that hot chocolate.”

When Bucky reaches his best friend, she hands him a cup of hot chocolate, topped with whipped cream and marshmallows. Then they both walk to the couch, letting themselves fall down on it and making it comfortable. Bucky hums when he tastes the chocolate, causing Natasha to laugh.

“Do you want to tell me more about you and Steve from the 40’s?” She asks softly, so he doesn’t have the feeling that she puts him under pressure.

Bucky thinks for a moment; she already knows a bit about them both, but there are some more things he hasn’t told her yet. There are some funny things he really wants to tell her. So he does exactly that, with a smirk he licks with his tongue over his lips.

“There was the event; it was supposed to show things that will be created in the future. Even though the flying cars aren’t working yet. But before we went there, Steve was in the cinema, and I think he loved to get punched. He told the boy, who was stronger and taller than Steve, to be quiet because he wanted to watch the movie. They went outside into the alley next to the cinema. You should have seen little Steve lifting his fists and jumping up and down in front of the guy who was almost two Steve’s big,” Bucky says, laughing when he remembers the small Steve jumping up and down to punch the boy in front of him. “And then the guy punched him, and Steve got up and told him he could do that all day. But the way he jumped up and down like a bouncing ball was really cute.”

Natasha laughs so hard that she almost spills her chocolate on Bucky. Bucky takes a sip of his chocolate before he has another funny story in mind, which he tells her.

“During that show, Steve went to something like a museum. There was a picture of a soldier, and when you were standing in front of it, you saw your face as that of the soldier. But Steve was too small, so he wasn’t able to see his face there. It was pretty cute. Later, we went to war, and the people always said ‘schoolyard and battlefield, and we were always there together. First with sticks, then with uniforms.’”

They both chuckle softly, and after a while and a few more stories of Steve and Bucky, Sam walks with Fury into the room.

“Steve, you know me. You know me your whole life,” Buck says, looking at his best friend.

“I don’t know you.”

The cold eyes and the coldness in his voice lets Bucky shiver. Steve still looks confused at Bucky, but at the same time, he looks like he remembers his best friend. The man he used to love in their 40’s, the man who protected him until Steve got imprisoned by Hydra after he turned into “Captain America” which turned out to be an experiment Hydra did. He wasn’t Captain America; they just told him, so they got him into the ‘Winter Soldier program’. But since Bucky said his name and he kind of remembered the other man, he is even more confused. Who is he? Where is the other man?

“Your name is Steven Grant Rogers,” Bucky says.

“Shut up!” Steve shouts, overwhelmed by his emotions.

The brown-haired man looks so familiar, but as much as Steve tries, he doesn’t get the things together to get to know where he knows the other man. He told the Agents of Hydra that there was a man on the bridge, someone he knew. But the agents didn't pay attention; they brainwashed him to make sure he did his job and didn't get distracted during his missions. Steve’s eyes slide from Bucky to his shield and back at Bucky, then he punches him, and the brown-haired man staggers back but gets his balance back and looks at Steve.

“I’m not gonna fight you. You’re my friend,” Bucky explains, letting the weapon he holds in his hand fall down.

'Actually, you’re more than a friend to me,’ he thinks, but doesn’t say that just yet. His breathing is heavy, and the sweat is running down his skin. Steve is breathing just as heavily as Bucky, his jaw clenched, and he holds his shield tightly in his hand, pressed against his body. The moment the weapon falls through a hole in the helicarrier, Steve walks closer to Bucky, throwing his shield in the direction of his best friend and hitting him. Bucky walks a few steps backwards before he falls down, and Steve uses the moment to throw himself on top of him.

“You’re my mission.”

Steve’s fist meets Bucky’s face harshly, blood flowing out of his nose, but he doesn’t do anything to get his best friend off of him. He knows Steve doesn’t remember him; he knows that Steve is brainwashed.

The helicarrier around them slowly breaks into pieces. Steve is still on top of Bucky, punching his best friend over and over again.

“You. -punch- Are. -punch- My. -punch- Mission.”

Steve breathes heavily; his chest is falling and raising fast, while he looks down and into the ocean-blue eyes of his best friend.

“Then finish it, ‘cause I’m with you ‘til the end of the line,” Bucky says, waiting for Steve to punch him once again, but he doesn’t.

Steve’s eyes widen, and he remembers the man in front of you. The moment he said that sentence to Bucky when they were together in the Hydra base.

“Get out of here.”

"No, not without you- because I’m with you til the end of the line,” Steve shouts back.

The hand of Steve falls down; he is just about to get off of Bucky. Suddenly it cracks next to them, and in the next moment Bucky falls down, landing just a few moments later in the river.

“Bucky,” Steve mumbles.

Without hesitation, Steve jumps after Bucky, catching him and swimming with him in his tight grip out of the river. Bucky’s eyes are closed, and he seems unconscious. Steve lets himself fall down next to his best friend, his fingers running through his soft hair, while he admires the beauty of the brown-haired man.

“Buck,” he mumbles, lifting the head and shoulders of his friend off the ground and placing Bucky on his lap. “My Bucky.”

Slowly, the man wakes up, feeling warm but with wet legs underneath his body. He opens his eyes just a bit, seeing his best friend through his lashes.

“S-Steve?”

“Bucky, hey. Buck, it’s me. H-how are you?”

Bucky chuckles, looking at Steve and lifting his hand to caress Steve’s check.

“I’m good. I-i missed you. I never thought I’d see you again. But you’re here. Please don’t leave again, Stevie. I-I love you.”

“I won’t, Buck. I’m here, and I love you too. Do you want to be mine?” Steve mumbles, and Bucky nods euphorically.

He leans down until their lips meet; the kiss is soft, and they both move their lips carefully but with so much passion against each other. Bucky smirks softly, his hand sliding through the blond hair of Steve. And suddenly Steve’s feelings and memories are back; he knows all he ever felt for his best friend and all he still feels for him.

“But Bucky, they will look after me.”

“I will protect you, Stevie.”

“And we’re there for you too,” Natasha says behind them, smirking at Bucky, who has red cheeks and looks at his best friend.

Steve lets Bucky sit up. The brown-haired man leans closer and kisses Steve once again before they both get up.

“Let’s get some food first; I’m starving.”

“You’re always hungry, birdy,” Natasha and Bucky say at the same time.

Steve chuckles, wrapping his arm around his now-boyfriend’s waist and pulling him closer.

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𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨

𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐬.

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somanywords · 1 year

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April finishes out in sunshine and warmth, and Bucky has maybe never been so happy in his life before.

#stucky #stevebucky #steve rogers #bucky barnes #fic recs #stucky fics #fan art #baby fic baby fic #my art #cassstuff

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stuckysnugglebutt · 2 months

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Ok, so I just did a brief A03 search, and I didn't get any hits, so I am presuming this doesn't exist yet.

I'm gonna need someone to write a Captain America and BBC Ghost mash-up. It could be set during CATFA, and the Howling Commandos could be quartered at Button House during R&R in England or between missions for the SSR when they are reporting/coordinating with Col Phillips, et al.

This obviously needs to be a Stucky fic. They could meet the Captain while he is alive and stationed at Button House. This would open up some interesting convos/interaction among the Captain, Stucky, and Havers.

The potential for a time jump to the present day is there as well. Cap (with or without Bucky post WS) could revisit Button House on a mission or to stay at the B&B (or both). Then, he encounters the Captain as a ghost in the present day, which has the potential for a lot of great scenes.

Anywho... there you are writers....a great scenario/writing prompt for you. Go forth and write b/c I need this badly in my life!

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late-to-the-party-81 · 2 months

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Happy Birthday, Yasha

AN: Creeping in with a story for Bucky’s birthday, I bring you Cap Quartet filth. This is just porn. Not a sniff of plot. Based in the same BDSM AU as The ties that bind us. Sam and Steve have fully consented to this scene in advance and can safeword at any time without consequence.

Beta’d by the wonderful @endlesstwanted and with Russian help from @bittersweet-in-boston

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Mood board by me and dividers by @firefly-graphics

Bingo and Challenge fills:

@buckybarnesevents Bucky’s Birthday Bash - Base - AU Bucky; Filling - Forced Proximity Frosting - Sam, Nat and Steve; Toppings - Humiliation/Degradation Kink, And

Build a Bucky Bingo - March - Impact Play

@stuckygeekevents Bingo - O1 - “Why did you flinch?”

@stuckybingo - N3 - Free space

@steverogersbingoBingo - D4 - Sex Party

@caplanbuckybarnes’s Weekly Writing Challenge #3 - “Please kiss me.”

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Summary: It’s Bucky’s birthday and Nat has arranged a private party, just for him.

Relationship: Dom Bucky x Domme Nat x Switch (but Sub in this) Sam x Sub Steve.

Word count: 3.2k

CW: BDSM AU, Pre-established relationship, Polyamorous relationship, Bondage, Impact Play, Ass Play, Body Worship, Female Masturbation (briefly), Frotting, Anal Sex, Humiliation/Degradation Kink, edging, Face Sitting, Oral Sex, Cum Play/Cum eating, Cum Slut Steve Rogers, Aftercare, Safe, Sane and Consensual.

Bucky couldn’t help but grin, his arms around Nat’s waist and his chin resting on her shoulder as he took in the scene before him.

“Is this all for me, Natty?”

“Of course it is, Yasha. A party just for you.” His pack-mate and fellow Dom stated, her smile evident in the tone of her voice.

They were standing in the playroom, and spread out - and tied up - on the bed in front of them were their Switch, Sam, and their Sub Steve.

Sam was laid on his back, arms attached to the headboard and ropes around his thigh holding his legs open. A silver plug with a bright red jewel poked out from between his round buttocks. Steve was laid face down on top of Sam, his small body similarly bound but with a blue, jewelled plug stretching his rim wide. Neither could move much, but it wasn’t stopping the pair of them trying to rub their cocks together as they messily made out.

“Fuck,”Bucky exclaimed again. “Look at them. Pretty as a picture and all dressed up for me. How am I gonna top this when it’s your birthday?”

Nat turned her head and nipped at Bucky’s ear. “You’ll think of something, handsome. You always do. Now, go enjoy your birthday treat. They’ve been like this for fifteen minutes already and I edged them a couple of times before I brought you down here, so they’re both a hair's-breadth away from coming apart.”

“You’re staying, though?” Bucky nuzzled into Nat’s neck, enjoying the way his scruff brought a red rash up on her neck. She might be a Dom as well, but that didn’t mean Bucky didn’t like marking her. She gave as good as she got anyway.

“I was hoping you’d ask. I want to see which one of them starts to cry first. You go left, I go right?”

“Deal.”

Bucky had known when Nat said she had a surprise for him today that it would be something along these lines, so he’d been waiting, just dressed in his leather pants, until she came to get him. Nat herself was dressed in her favourite PVC outfit - a push up bra with cutouts at the nipples, crotchless panties and thigh-high stiletto boots. She looked exquisite.

He stalked over to the right hand side of the bed, climbing up beside the two desperate, strung up men. He tapped Sam on his shoulder, as Nat on the other side tapped Steve, and the two broke apart and looked at the two Doms. Two pairs of eyes were blown wide and two faces had lax expressions, already looking totally fucked out. Bucky laid down and captured Sam’s lips, Nat doing the same to Steve.

It never ceased to amaze Bucky how different Sam was from Steve. Steve was a Sub, but a bratty one, needing to be forced into submission for his own good more often than not. Sam, though, as a Switch, was never intentionally bratty, but sometimes had difficulties moving from one headspace to the other. It seemed that Nat had done the hard work already, or maybe Sam was just in a submissive move, because he opened himself to Bucky’s domineering kiss without any resistance. Bucky laid his left hand on top of Steve’s buttocks, feeling the little movements his favourite brat was trying to make in an attempt to get friction on his no-doubt aching prick. With a grin into Sam’s mouth, Bucky brought his hand down onto Steve’s ass - a warning to stay still. He heard the angry squeak despite it being muffled by Nat.

Bucky pulled back, enjoying the way Sam chased his lips, and how Sam’s broad chest heaved with need.

“You’re gonna be a good boy for me, aren’t you Sammy? Gonna let me do exactly what I want, when I want, yeah?”

“Yes, s-sir,” Sam stuttered out, eyes glazed.

“Unlike this one,” continued Bucky as he took a firm grip of Steve’s dirty blonde hair and jerked his head back, pulling him from Nat. Steve’s eyes rolled, the little pain-slut he was, but there was still defiance in his eyes - he wasn’t as deep down as Sam was. “Fighting it as usual, Stevie? And on my birthday too? What am I going to do with you?”

Steve just narrowed his eyes, but for once didn’t talk back. He was probably too distracted by his throbbing cock to come up with something witty.

“Natty, can you reward Sam for being a good boy while I just work on Steve’s attitude?”

Nat smiled back enigmatically, then moved herself so Sam could turn his head and take one of her PVC clad breasts into his mouth and tease the nipple with his tongue. Nat let her head loll back and allowed herself to enjoy the sensations. Bucky, on the other hand, rose up from the bed, and with the feeling of Steve’s blue eyes boring a hole between his shoulder blades he went and opened up the wooden armoire that held their toys. His fingers trailed along the handles of the various implements used for chastisement and finally settled on his flogger. There were two of almost every implement, one made for Nat’s small grip and one made for Bucky’s much larger one. If Sam was in Dom mode with Steve, then he borrowed Bucky’s, but Sam wasn’t as much into impact play as the two Doms.

As Bucky turned back to the bed he carefully kept the flogger hidden behind his back, not wanting Steve to know how he was going to get punished until it happened. He positioned himself by the side of the bed and used his free hand to hold Steve’s head down against Sam’s collarbone, making it impossible for him to see.

“Stay still, and be good,” Bucky commanded, but wasn’t at all surprised when a sharp “Fuck you” was the answer. He leant down, head close to Steve’s ear. “I plan to, sweetheart. I’m gonna fuck you until you make a mess of yourself and Sammy. Maybe I’ll make you clean it up as well.” Bucky didn’t even need to see it to know that Steve shivered at the mental picture he’d painted. Pain and humiliation were Steve’s bag - it’s why they meshed so well, Steve enjoying everything that Bucky could dish out. Without any further warning, Bucky brought the flogger down on Steve’s deceptively plump ass. He didn’t strike all that hard, but starting too soft with Steve never brought the right results and he bit back a dark chuckle as Steve let out a shout and wiggled as much as he could, resulting in him just rubbing his trapped dick against Sam’s.

“Why did you flinch?” Bucky asked with mock confusion.

“Fuck!” was the breathy response. This was gonna be good.

Bucky flicked his eyes up to Nat’s, which sparkled back at him with amusement as she stroked her hand over Sam’s short hair and encouraged him to pay attention to her other breast. She was already lazily playing with her clit, enjoying the scene before her. Bucky smirked and brought the flogger back down onto Steve, another beautiful sound of pained pleasure meeting his ears. It only took another dozen swipes, evenly distributed over Steve’s ass and upper thighs, for Bucky to feel the fight go out of his Sub, Steve finally relaxing under his hand.

Discarding the flogger to the floor, Bucky moved back around to the end of the bed and climbed up between the two pairs of spread legs. He took hold of one plug with each hand and slowly pulled and twisted them until Steve’s and Sam’s rims were stretched around the widest part of each before pushing them back in. Two choked off groans echoed around the room, and Bucky’s grin broadened as he started to fuck both of them with the plugs. As anticipated, Steve started showing signs of being close to orgasm first, so Bucky stopped playing with his plug, enjoying the strangled wail of disappointment that spilled from him. However, it was only a minute or so later that Bucky saw Sam’s balls start to draw up, so he stopped playing with his plug as well.

Having tested for himself how ready they both were, Bucky unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. He picked up the bottle of lube that Nat had thoughtfully tucked at the base of the bed and squirted some out onto his palm. As he stroked himself, he took another moment just to appreciate how beautifully Sam and Steve had been laid out for him. Fuck, it would be easy just to stroke himself to the view and leave the pair of them needy and unsatisfied. It was a tempting thought - he always delighted in marking both of them with his cum -, but neither of them had been particularly badly behaved recently and he was feeling in a kind mood.

Satisfied that he was sufficiently slicked up, Bucky removed Steve’s plug, being a little rough but in the way that Steve liked. Without ceremony, he pressed his cock inside Steve’s hole, the guttural moan sounding like music to his ears. Nat had moved off the bed and had come to stand behind him, a reverse of their earlier pose. She peered around his thick body as he speared into Steve, who had returned to kissing Sam as the pair of them were jostled together.

“Look how beautifully he takes you, Buck,” Nat observed, her gaze fixated on the way Steve’s body stretched to accommodate Bucky’s thick cock. Bucky placed his hands on Steve’s hips, gripping them tightly as he pulled back and thrust forward with vigour.

“You did a wonderful job preparing him, moya printsessa.”

He thrust forward again, enjoying the way his balls slapped against where Sam and Steve were pressed together, their combined precum making a sticky mess. He let himself sink into the pleasure of using his Sub until Nat let him know that Steve was close to coming.

“Careful, moy lyubimii.”

Gritting his teeth, Bucky pulled out of the warm clutch of Steve’s ass and pushed the plug back in, watching the ripple of the muscles in Steve’s back and listening to his once more frustrated wail. Bucky gave a harsh spank to his still red ass.

“Patience, kitten. ‘I want’ doesn’t get. You come if I allow it.”

Using deft fingers, Bucky removed Sam’s plug more carefully than he had Steve’s, and lowered his hips, curling himself over Steve where he was laid on top of Sam so he could sink into his other lover. Sam’s moan was deeper but equally as needy sounding as Steve’s as Bucky started to fuck into him. It was taking all of Bucky’s control to hold back, because he didn’t want to come yet - he had his own plan and was determined to see it through. And, with the way that he was pressed against both of them, he wasn’t surprised by how both Sam and Steve continued to moan, the friction between them increasing with Bucky’s movement.

“Don’t come yet, sweethearts. The first to come doesn’t get my cum and doesn’t get to have Nat ride his cock. He’ll also have to be on clean up duty as well. So best behaviour, both of you.

“Sir!” Sam shouted out in panic. “Please! I’m too close. I’m gonna come.”

“You’ll just have to hold it, Samuel. You get a break when I give you one.”

Taking a peak around Steve’s small frame, Bucky could see the way that Sam was now biting his lower lip, his fists holding tight to ropes that bound him to the bed as he desperately tried to hold back his orgasm. He gave a few more firm thrusts and decided it was time to return to Steve.

As soon as he slipped back inside his bratty sub, he knew that Steve was on a knife-edge. His whole body was trembling and he was letting out pathetic mewling noises each time Bucky punched his way up into Steve’s guts.

“Check his face, Natty,” Bucky huffed out between thrusts and Nat strutted around the bed. She leant down to peer at Steve’s face where it was buried into Sam’s neck.

“You’re right, James. He’s crying already. Are you about to come, Steve?” she cooed. “You gonna make a mess all over Sam? Are you looking forward to cleaning me and Sam up and swallowing down all that cum?” She fisted her hand into Steve’s hair, wrenched it up and gave a little slap to his tear stained face. “I bet you’re not even sad that Bucky isn’t gonna come in you, because this way you get to taste it. You’re just our little cumdump, aren’t you, Steve? Can’t get enough of the taste. I bet we could get you to clean the whole floor with your tongue if we just splattered it with our cum. You act all bratty, but you just wanna be on your knees, don’t you? Maybe another day we should tie you down and just come all over you. Leave you in a sodden mess. You’d be in heaven.”

Steve cried out and his body spasmed around Bucky’s cock, his slim hips moving as much as they could, humping onto Sam as his orgasm rocked through him, pushed over the edge by Nat’s words. Bucky hissed and closed his eyes, trying to hold back his own orgasm, and Sam groaned as his cock slipped and slid against Steve’s.

“I knew it,” Nat said, her voice full of derision. “Pathetic.” She released Steve’s hair and shifted her attention back to Sam, running the back of her hand across his cheek bone as he looked at her with wide eyes. “You’re gonna be a good boy though, aren’t you? Gonna let Bucky come inside you, but not let yourself go until I’ve ridden that gorgeous dick of yours?”

“Yes, m-ma’am. G-gonna try.”

“Make sure you do, or I’ll ruin it for you.”

Bucky almost felt sorry for Sam. He had to be struggling about now, and Bucky had seen Nat ruin orgasms before - it wasn’t nice. Bucky pulled out of Steve, who was now laid lax and snivelling, and returned to Sam’s waiting heat.

“Sir!” Sam shouted. “Oh god!” His hips bucked up as much as they could in his bound position, bumping Steve.

“Hold it, Sam,” Bucky barked back as he set a bruising pace, no longer able to resist the urge to just chase his pleasure. His movements jolted Steve even more, who whimpered as his spent cock was overstimulated from being rubbed up against Sam’s. Bucky could feel Sam’s channel flutter around him, desperately trying to hold back, and the sensation tipped Bucky off the cliff. A deep groan left him as he pumped rope after rope of cum deep into Sam, his hips continuing to snap back and forth until there was nothing left in him.

After he came down, Bucky pulled out and sat back on his heels, recovering his breath. Steve’s hole still gaped at him, and his cum was dripping out of Sam.

“Nat - come look.”

“Oooh, pretty,” she said before bending down and attacking Bucky’s lips with her own. They kissed ferociously for a few moments, fighting each other with tongues and teeth before they moved apart and untied Steve. They rolled him off Sam and he laid prone on the edge of the large bed. Bucky started to rub at the rope marks around his wrists and his thighs, bringing the blood back into full circulation

Meanwhile Nat climbed up onto the mattress, admiring Sam’s still rock-hard cock, the head a deep crimson-purple and covered in Steve’s cum and his own pre-cum. She leant down and licked a stripe up it, letting out an evil giggle at how it twitched.

“Nat! Please!” Sam begged, and with a smirk she took pity on him, throwing her leg over him, taking hold of his cock and sinking down in one move. She leaned back, her hands braced on Sam’s spread legs and began to ride him.

“Fuck, Sam. Love this dick so much. Feels so good. Just hold on for me.”

Bucky watched in amusement, only stopping to tap Steve’s face with his softening cock and then feeding it between Steve’s lips when he blinkingly opened his eyes.

“First clean up duty, Stevie.”

Steve just moaned and started to suck and lick at the cock in his mouth, eager for every drop of Bucky’s cum he could get.

On the other side of the bed, Nat had changed her position, now palming one of her own breasts through her bra, pinching the nipple through its peek-a-boo hole and rubbing at her clit with her other hand. Sam was tossing his head back and forth on the pillow, whimpering, and as soon as Nat shuddered out her own orgasm, Sam’s face screwed up and he shouted, finally letting himself let go.

Nat gave herself a few moments to recover before she eased off Sam, his cum running down her inner thighs, and straddled Steve instead, her puffy cunt hovering over his face.

“Next clean up, Steve. And you better make me cum again.”

“I will, ma’am. Please. Wanna taste you and Sam.” Steve couldn’t keep the eagerness from his voice.

“So you can be good? Now, get to work.” She sat down and Bucky heard her sigh in pleasure as Steve slurped loudly, his small hands coming up to hold Nat’s thighs. Bucky smiled and moved over to release Sam’s bonds and rub at his aching limbs.

“So perfect for us, Sam,” he praised. “Just relax for a moment. You worked so hard.”

“Please kiss me,” Sam slurred out, and who was Bucky to deny him? He laid down next to Sam and gently kissed him, lazily trailing his fingers over Sam’s still sensitive body, amused by the answering whimpers and twitches.

“Fuck! Steve!” Nat shouted, her hips bucking. “There! Just there.” She had one hand on the headboard and the other in Steve’s hair, holding his head in place as she fucked his face with her pussy. She threw her head back and wailed as her second orgasm washed over her. She rocked her hips slower as she came down, and then slid down Steve’s body. His face was flushed red, shiny with her and Sam’s combined spend, and his hair was sticking up every which way. He looked totally debauched and more than happy about it. Nat kissed him deeply before urging him up and over to Sam.

“Clean his cock first, Steve,” she urged. “Then you can get your taste of Bucky’s cum.”

Steve crawled with wobbly limbs over to where Sam was now dozing, his head in Bucky’s lap, having his hair petted. When Steve started to lick and kiss at his cock and balls, Sam let out a happy sigh.

Nat pulled herself up against the headboard, the other side of Sam, and looked indulgently down at her Switch and Sub before turning her attention to Bucky.

“Did you enjoy that, Yasha?”

Bucky opened his mouth to respond, but was interrupted by Sam’s whining moan as Steve pushed his face between his ass cheeks, and most probably, wormed his tongue in Sam’s ass. Bucky chuckled. “Best birthday ever, milaya. We’d best start planning for Steve’s. What was it you said about all of us coming over him and leaving him lying in it?”

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nornsfate · 21 days

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i mean this truly, nothing will ever compare to the fanfiction that was getting cranked out right after captain america: the winter soldier came out

#in my ao3 bookmarks stucky is still the number one ship because i save so many fics from that time #like the stucky fans were writing fucking award winning novels on ao3 #danilenko.txt

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strawberrywinter4 · 13 days

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hey!! I saw that you were into Marvel as well, and was wondering if you had any good fic recs :) I'm so addicted I'll read anything I can get my hands on lol

Thank you for the ask!!

Ugh, I WISH I had a lot of recs, but Marvel isn’t my main, main fandom, so I don’t have a lot. (If anyone has some good recs, doesn’t matter which ship, please repost or put it in the comments! I love Marvel and I want some fic recs too lol).

Here are some that I really enjoyed though (these are all ao3 btw.):

Tony Stark/Stephen Strange:

- Sunrise in Exile by Ragdoll (Keshka) - Basically it’s a re-telling of Infinity War. REALLY GOOD!

Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes:

- Author howdoyousleep has some REALLY good stuff (making a Mafia AU at the moment)

Deadpool/Spider-Man:

- fall out, boy, so I can fall in(to you) by TheMadKatter13 - Characters are SPOT ON!

Marvel (in general):

- Meet-Cute AU’s by 74days

So sorry for the lack of recs, hon. I used to read SO MANY Marvel fics on Wattpad, but somehow, I lost all of them lol. I need more!!

#marvel fanfiction #marvel cinematic universe #marvel #marvel mcu #mcu #mcu fandom #mcu fic #mcu fic recs #marvel fic rec #marvel fic #fic recs #fan fic related #fic rec #fic writer #stucky #ironstrange #spideypool

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granatkoroleva · 7 months

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𝐀𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐬

Read Here

Pairing ⊳ Recovering!Avenger!Bucky Barnes x Architect!Pre-Serum!Steve Rogers

Word Count ⊳ 2.6k

Warnings ⊳ No Archive Warnings

Rating ⊳ M

Summary ⊳ In a fantasy world, a recovering super soldier assassin and a lonely architect unexpectedly discover something they didn't realize they were seeking—each other.

Tags ⊳ Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Social Media, Gaming, Strangers to Friends to Lovers, Chatting & Messaging, Post-Recovery Bucky Barnes, Shrinkyclinks, Phone Sex, Getting to Know Each Other, Alpine, Falling In Love, Fluff, Implied Sexual Content, Humor, POV Alternating, Time Skips, Happy Ending

Square Fills + Prompt ⊳

I5 + AU: Social Media | @allcapsbingo card # AC1094

N3 + "You're unbelievably cute when you're tired." | @anyfandomfluffbingo

Author's Notes ⊳ AO3 Link | Masterlist

#stucky #bucky barnes #steve rogers #smutconnoisseur #all caps bingo 2023 #anyfandomfluffbingo #steve x bucky #stevebucky #ao3 #shrinkyclinks #recovering Bucky Barnes #pre serum steve #stucky fan fic

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chrisdrysdale · 2 years

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well well well what do we have here?…

+18 minors dni

summary: their time gets interrupted….. by you…?

warnings: threesome, hand jobs, anal, p in v, face fucking, blow job, spanking

word count: 1.3k

enjoy!!

taggies: @cloudyfeel @monkeyspud @bunnyscraft @buckyalpine

a/n: repost from like 30 mins ago

“Long day uh?” Bucky asked Steve as he crashed down on the bed in the tent. “Don’t even talk about it Barnes, its fucking freezing and this is my only break”

Bucky laughs walking over and sitting down on Steve bed. “C’mon, I got some whiskey over there, warm ya up”

Steve sits up with a groan and buries is hands into his hands. “You doing alright pal?” Bucky asks slapping his hand down on his back. “Just miss back home”

“me too” Bucky replied handing Steve a glass. Steve chuckles “miss the women” Bucky turns to him with a scoff “like you got any, Rogers”

After a moment of silence Bucky threw down the rest of his drink and stood up to get changed. Before Bucky pulled of his t-shirt he turned to Steve “You don’t mind if I-“

“No no go ahead”

Bucky pulled his shirt off and began rummaging for his other shirt. That’s when Steve felt his pants tighten. He shouldn’t feel like this. That’s his best friend, but god he needs it. Steve was too zoned out starting at Bucky that he didn’t even hear him trying to get his attention. “Steve!!” He finally dropped out of his haze “yeah -eh sorry man”

Steve had gone all red and subtly tried to bring one hand over his crotch. “That bad for you too?”

Steve nodded with a slight chuckle “it’s everything, I swear” Bucky slowly walked over to him and sat down beside him, facing him, he placed his hand on Steve thigh and slowly leaned it to kiss Steve, it was slow but took Steve by surprise. He dropped his hand to Bucky’s hip and pulled him closer, moving into the kiss.

Bucky pulled away and looked at Steve, before he could get one word out, Steve pushed him onto the bed and began kissing him again. Steve could feel Bucky moaning into the kiss. He moved from his lips down to his jaw, neck, chest and then torso.

Steve looked up at Bucky as he reached his pants waistband, he nodded back, giving Steve the go ahead. He pulled them down revealing Bucky had gone commando, his rock hard cock sprung up against his abdomen, pre cum leaking out. “Please Stevie- need you” Bucky whined.

Steve quickly, licked a long stripe from the base of his cock to the tip. He wrapped his hands around Bucky’s cock and brought it to his mouth, swirling his tongue around the tip. “oh my god Steve, you’re so good” Steve spat into his hand and began jerking Bucky off while is mouth went to Bucky’s puckered ass and ran his tongue over it.

“shit!” bucky cried

“Yeah you like that James, you gonna let me fuck this little ass of yours” Steve teased while pushing one finger in while simultaneously jerking him off.

“Yeah want you in my ass”

Steve moved away from Bucky, releasing his cock and pulled down his own pants, freeing his cock. He moved over to where Bucky’s face was began rubbing his cock onto his lips “C’mon Sargent, get your Captains cock all wet for your ass”

Bucky wrapped his mouth around Steve and hollowed out his mouth, bobbing his head back and forth. Bucky brought his hand down to his cock and jerked himself off as he blew Steve.

After a few more moments, Steve pulled out of his mouth and repositioned himself between Bucky’s legs, he licked his hand and spread it around his tip before pushing it against Bucky’s hole. “Oh my god Cap!!” Bucky cried out as he pushed in

“Shit Sarge your so tight, so so tight” Steve slowly edge his way in and placed his hands down on Bucky’s chest as he bottomed out.

Steve slowly dragged out and pushed back in before he began pumping at a slow pace. “you like that Sarge?”

“ye-es I do Cap” Steve leaned down to Bucky and kissed his lips, Bucky quickly wrapping his arms around his neck, pulling him closer

“Well well well, what do we have here” you asked as you pulled back the curtain on the tent. Steve quickly jumped back pulling out of Bucky, Bucky then grabbing the blanket and trying to cover himself.

“Looks like two naughty boys inna tent fuckin”

“No no we swear it’s not what it look like” Bucky cried sitting up with the blanket pressed to him.

“Caps bare ass says other wise - and eh did I just stitch you up Barnes, you shouldn’t be doing any vigorous movements boy” You were a nurse for the 107th, where Steve and Bucky were stationed - America’s two golden boys. You won’t lie they were attractive, you wouldn’t mind getting a taste, but to walk in on them, fucking like bunnies. oh this was gonna be good.

“Don’t think Colonel Philips would be too impressed with this, maybe I should go get hi-“

“NO! no no please don’t” Steve shout, pulling up his pants as he hobbled over to you “We’ll do anything, anything”

“Anything” you asked, they both nodded back.

You pulled back over the cover of the tent, took off your hat and unbuttoned the first button of your dress. “Both of you, on your knees, bent over the bed, think you need a little punishment”

They scrambled and did as their told as you picked up one of their belts and folded it. You walked over to Bucky first and ran your hand over his ass before bringing the belt down with a crack.

“fuck” he cried before you quickly moved to Steve and doing the same. “good boy’s” you said before giving them both two more slap.

“Up pretty boys” they quickly jumped up “remove the clothes”

They removed all of their clothes and stood in front of you, cocks red and hard, pressed against their abdomens.

You walked over to them and dropped to your knees. You brought them closer to you and put one of their cocks in each of your hands and slowly began pumping. “Look at these two pretty boys and these pretty cocks, are you gonna be good and fuck your mistress”

“Yes mistress, we’ll fuck you, fuck you so hard” Steve wined while grabbing your hair into a ponytail.

You stood and dropped their cocks before pushing Bucky onto the bed and straddling his waist. You pulled Steve behind you. You line up Bucky with your pussy and Steve with your ass.

You sink down on Bucky first, him filling you to the brim before you sit back a little and let Steve push in. You almost came on the spot but slowly brought yourself up and came down on both of them. “Fuck my god, you guys are so big”

Bucky whined into you boobs “your so tight mistress”

“yeah mistress so fucking tight”

after a few more pumps Bucky could feel himself about to cum “mi-mistress? Can I cum please”

“wait for you Stevie” you moaned out as you came around them.

“Mistress I’m close too”

You pressed your head against Bucky’s shoulder as Steve kissed your shoulder. “c’mon babies, cum inside of me, fill your mistress”

They both released with a groan, filling you up. Bucky fell against the bed as Steve held you up with his arms. You turned your head to nuzzle against the side of his face. “So good Stevie”

You slowly pull of both of them and stand up. You throw their clothes as them and pulled your own dress down, buttoning back up your dress. You found your reflection and fixed your lipstick. You turned back to look at the two of them sex-hazed out on the bed. “clothes on boys. Training in 5” you said while walking out of the tent.

#bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky fan fic #bucky barnes fan fiction #bucky fanfiction #stucky x reader smut #stucky #stucky fic rec #stucky x female!reader

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thewinterwelded · 5 months

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The Words

After the battle on the helicarrier, the Winter Soldier finds himself at the greatest crossroads of his existence: to kill Captain America or to protect Steve Rogers.

COMPLETE

#stucky #bucky barnes #captain america #fanfiction #fan fic #steve x bucky #steve rogers

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lizzie-is-here · 2 years

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like the dawn

part vii- the apartment

“where does memory end and love begin? all i know is- she loved him before she remembered him.” - ritika jyala

summary: you and bucky are on the run when the un gets bombed and pinned on him, but a certain idiot with a shield is determined to save you.

wordcount: 5.1k

warnings: violence, cussing, brainwashing, brief disassociation, memory loss, mentions of torture, civil war fix it fic time, me being too distracted by how hot sebastian stan is to focus on grammar

taglist: @whelvedfeelingsstuff @sebsgirl71479 @rebloggingmyrecs @babyblublossom @local-mr-frog @thenyxsky @capsiclesdoll

a/n: yall this is mostly setup but it took so long so i’m sorry, 🥺. college has been wild so far istg but my math professor is gay and ranted about marshmallows for ten minutes so we stan him. anyway hope u enjoy love u lots 🤍🤍 go slay

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Being the most wanted people in the world while also not knowing who you were was no picnic.

After leaving Steve Rogers, healed but still hurting, on the banks of the Potomac, you and Bucky ran. After being forced to split up for a week while he snuck on planes and you cleared hundreds of miles by air, you reunited in London.

“This is… horrible,” you grumble, perched atop a roof as Winter, no, Bucky climbs up to join you. He nods before holding up a battered notebook.

“Next on the to-do list, we raid the base in Siberia.” You shiver, brief flashes of your time there surfacing. It was so strange relearning yourself. Your time as HYDRA’s scythe felt like a dream, like you’d really been sleeping the whole time.

Fighting away their brainwashing felt like fighting off fatigue—a losing battle.

“I know it’s not going to be fun, but there’s keys to our past there. We both remember that.” You know he’s right. And when neither of you remember much, you have to play the cards you were sure on.

Your wings flutter, tired and strained. Memories flicker in and out.

“(Y/N)?”

Who?

A hand touches your cheek and you jolt, eyes widening. The man in front of you stays steady.

“Hey, hey it’s me. It’s me, Bird.”

Bucky. Your brain catches up and a searing pain shoots through your head. He catches you as you curl in on yourself, making sure you stay quiet so as to not draw attention to the roof you’re camping on.

“Hey, hey doll, I lost you there for a second,” he murmurs. You take deep breaths, chuckling shakily.

The nickname tugs a buried memory to the surface. Countless girls he’d take on dates, the pet name eventually falling so casually from his lips when addressing you, his little habit rubbing off on Steve.

“Haven’t heard that in a while,” you quip, relaxing as the pain subsides.

He snorts. “What can I say? I’m old-fashioned.”

“Oh, shush.” You shove him, laughing freely. You’ll take every moment you can get. “Well, if we’ve got another journey ahead of us, we best get going.”

Bucky grabs his stolen backpack full of your and his notebooks, hoisting it effortlessly as he stands next to you. “Wouldn’t you rather get a car? You have to be tired from flying.” He’s right, you are. But you aren’t used to being given a choice.

He notices your hesitation. “(Y/N), you’re allowed to rest.”

You give in. “Yeah, a car would be nice.” You’ve both been reminding each other to not push your limits too far, but HYDRA’s training would be hard to break. One step at a time. “If I’m honest, if I fly much further, I think my wings will fall off.”

You both jump down from the roof, sneaking through the dimly-lit streets until you find an inconspicuous car. Bucky goes to hotwire it as you keep a watchful eye on your surroundings. He taps the hood to get your attention.

“Can you get me some light here?” Nodding, you lift a hand. You feel the energy move through your veins, tracing along them until a ball of warm light forms above your fingers. You carefully lower it to where he points, illuminating the mechanics.

“I’m glad this is of some use,” you mumble, effortlessly manipulating the light that doesn’t seem to quite obey physics. You’re still not sure whether to be amazed or repulsed by it.

Bucky, on the other hand, has his mind made up. Maybe it’s some sort of instinct or habit ingrained, but your powers offer a familiarity. A constant source of literal and metaphorical light over the past decades.

But he knows he’ll just sound like a hypocrite if he says anything (He hasn’t been particularly kind to himself or his metal prosthetic), so he finishes hotwiring the beat-up vehicle and opens your door for you.

New cars are so strange. They're sleek, streamlined. Some of them, “sports cars”, look even stranger. They have screens and buttons and heated seats, plus the seats are much better than what they were.

You climb into the backseat, lowering the passenger seat all the way, and feebly attempt to make yourself comfortable. There’s some awkward adjusting before you finally settle, but once you’re clear of the city, both of you relax.

It takes a few days of risky gas station stops and sleeping in the car before you decide to leg it, abandoning the car in favor of walking the last miles. The journey comes easily, and by the time you arrive at the base, you’re ready for whatever waits inside.

Or so you think. The door is closed, and a pin pad taunts you. But as if on autopilot, you punch in the code you don’t remember. It’s right. The door swings open.

Bucky tugs a gun from his jacket and you ready your powers.

“You ready?” you ask.

“Yeah,” he lies. “You?”

“Yeah.” You do the same. The halls are suspiciously quiet. There aren’t any wandering guards like you remember. No screams from other soldiers or bustling doctors.

It’s abandoned.

Pointing down a hallway, you and Bucky sneak around, unwilling to take risks. Especially when you’re already risking so much by coming back here for a few items. You finally make it to a storage room, and your eyes land on two boxes immediately.

They’re labeled as Sgt. James Barnes and Agent (Y/N) (L/N), to your pleasant surprise. Hurriedly snatching them up, you’re gone as quickly as you came, racing back to the car. You don’t dare view the contents. Not yet, at least.

It’s an hour later, driving along a snowy road, when you finally speak up.

“Where do we go?” You don’t even want to ask. You know what has to happen. Laying low, jumping from place to place every time you’re found out. You aren’t sure if you can live on the run, not to mention that you won’t be able to fly often, seeing how surveilled most cities are now.

“There’s a safe house in Romania,” Bucky says. ”Bucharest. It’s a good hiding spot. Plus, we could sneak you out every now and then for a fly.” You nod, watching the trees grow more and more crowded.

Even if it takes time, you know you’ll have to accept that you’re very lucky. And even if you’ll be stuck in some dingy apartment for the foreseeable future, it’ll give you time to piece your memory together.

Your history and all of your memories, contained in some cheap, leather-bound journals.

———————————————————————

That was almost a year ago. You and Bucky had set up a nice life in Bucharest.

You had a one-room apartment with a mattress, a couch, and some pots and pans. You’d even managed to get some houseplants that were thriving on the windowsill. You suspect your powers keep them healthy.

It wasn’t much. Most would look at it and scoff. But it’s undeniably and entirely yours. And that’s what matters.

You’ve spent a lot of time holed up. Your wings are too big for you to go out in the day, so you spend your time relearning old skills and putting together the pieces of your story.

In the boxes you brought back was your longbow, both of your dog tags, your original uniforms, and some pictures, plus one of your journals that you had brought along when you went awol. The items helped with your memories, providing tangible evidence of your past. You both always wear the dog tags.

Your life before HYDRA was still hazy. You remembered Steve and Bucky, their parents, your parents. Some of your time in school, though it was rather boring.

You remembered Steve constantly getting into fights and you and Bucky always saving his ass from men twice his size.

But mostly, you remember HYDRA. Years of training are stuck in your head. You know your way around every gun you can think of, you’re more proficient with a knife than a pen. Firing a bow is like breathing.

You speak over twenty languages. You can play instruments you never learned. And for some strange reason, you know how to make a mean caramel frappuccino.

After relearning how to properly clean your wings, something HYDRA did a rather shitty job of, you discovered they weren’t just black. Hints of other colors shone through in the light.

Purples, blues, greens, even some deep red. Something beautiful that had been kept from you.

True to his word, Bucky sneaks you out once every two weeks to a secluded area with no cameras, and watches you fly. He finds it absolutely amazing, even if he can’t put the words together to tell you.

What HYDRA did to him left him scarred. A gaudy prosthetic that was fused to his bones, constant radiating pain and scar tissue where metal met muscle.

But you, you were golden.

Even if you despised your enhancements some days, Bucky was in awe of them.

The way you healed his cuts when he tried cooking, how the lights would brighten and flicker when you laughed, the fact that you trusted him to carefully preen your wings when HYDRA had only treated them with carelessness.

Even if he knew what he was feeling, he shoved it down. That word wasn’t even in the question when you were in the situation you were in.

So he stays silent. He sits patiently on the couch as he waits for you to wake up. Today is grocery day. And even if you won’t get to go to the market, he doesn’t want you to wake up alone. That never ends well for either of you.

“Bird?” he asks. You used to be able to sleep through even the worst thunderstorms. The slightest of sounds wake you up now. You shuffle, yawning and lazily sitting up.

“Hey,” you mumble. The mattress creaks and groans as you stand up, peeking at the windows covered in newspaper. “You’re heading out?”

He nods. He tugs on a jacket and a baseball cap before holding his arms out. You hug him like you do every time he goes out; like it’s the last time you’ll see him.

Bucky promises to be back soon and hurries from the building before your neighbor, a nosy old woman, gets up to check her mail. Left to your own devices, you start getting ready.

A few feathers are a bit unruly, so you take a moment to preen them, carefully rearranging them and swiping away dust. There are a few you can’t reach, but you’ll ask Bucky to get them later.

You tug on some clothes that you’ve modified to work around your wings and brush your teeth. Just as you rinse the brush and go to fold your blanket, you hear a noise outside the door.

It doesn’t sound like Bucky. Silently grabbing a tactical knife hidden in the couch, you hide behind the door. Some clicking. The lock being picked.

The door swings open. Staying hidden, you watch a man beeline for one of Bucky’s journals atop the fridge. He flips through it. You don’t notice the shield at his side, too focused on, one: how this man got into your home, and two: how to get him out.

Taking the opportunity, you strike, slamming him against the wall and pushing the knife up against his throat.

It’s only when you meet his eyes that you recognize him. Still, you don’t quite let up.

“What are you doing here?” you demand. “How did you find me?”

Steve holds up his hands, slowly removing his shield and setting it on the ground. “Do you know who I am?”

Of course you know. How couldn’t you?

“Answer my question, Steve,” you spit. Both of you know that you won’t hurt him. But he’s still in your safe house, going through your shit.

“Bucky’s in danger.” That’s all he has to say before you release him.

“What?” Tucking the knife in your pocket, you begin to rummage around the room. You throw on some shoes and gather up the journals before stuffing them into an empty backpack and slinging both it and your bow over your shoulders. Meanwhile, Steve explains the situation.

The Accords, how he refused to sign. Peggy’s recent death. You had no idea she was still alive. Though you feel slightly guilty about not visiting, you aren’t sure she would have wanted to see you anyway. Not after you had participated in corrupting her organization.

Steve goes on to tell you about the bombing at a UN meeting, and how surveillance cameras caught the Winter Soldier leaving the scene.

“He didn’t do it,” you promise. The blond nods.

“Ok, but-”

“What are you doing here?” Bucky. He stands in the doorway, hands empty of groceries. When Steve fails to respond, he turns to you. “They think I bombed the UN, I don’t know what’s going on, but we need to get out of here.”

Steve shakes his head. “You won’t make it, they’ve surrounded the building.”

“I wasn’t in Vienna,” Bucky says. “I don’t do that anymore.”

“Well, the people who think you did are coming here now. And they’re not planning on taking you alive. Either of you.”

You nod. “That’s smart. Good strategy.” Your heart is racing. No matter how good you were, you wouldn’t be able to sneak out of this. Footsteps echo above you.

“Buck, (Y/N), this doesn’t have to end in a fight.” Always the optimist. It’s easy for him to say. He’s been a diplomat, a leader. You’ve been shadows and assassins.

Bucky voices what you’re thinking. “It always ends in a fight.”

“You pulled me from the river and healed me.” Steve’s getting impatient. “Why?”

“I don’t know.”

“Yes, you do.”

Flash bombs fly through the windows. You deflect one with a blast of light, while another bounces off of Steve’s shield. You hear soldiers attempting to batter down the door while Bucky grabs the mattress and uses it to shield you both from a rain of bullets.

You fling a metal table towards the door to stall, but more soldiers break in the windows. It’s a blur as gunfire and yelling fill the small room. A punch here, a dodge there. Bucky kicks a man off the balcony before Steve stops him.

“Buck, stop!” he shouts. “You’re gonna kill someone.”

The brunet flips him, punching a hole into the floor where you stashed away the other backpack. “I’m not gonna kill anyone.” Passing it to you, he nods out the broken windows. “Идти. Придерживайтесь плана [Go. Stick to the plan].”

You leap, trusting that your wings will carry you even if you haven’t flown in a while. They ache as you stretch, but you soar to the roof of the next building nonetheless.

Bucky comes flying out from the apartment building moments later, and you pass off the backpack as you begin to run. When you glance at the ground, however, you spot a shadow.

You blast the attacker back before they even land, only to spot a man in what looked like a black… cat costume? Bucky raced to attack him, exchanging blows before he was kicked backward into an electrical box.

Alright, this guy was an issue. The bigger issue was the helicopter firing round after round at you. The man who had helped Steve, the Falcon, takes it out with little trouble, allowing you and Bucky to leap down.

You fly but stay close enough to help, grabbing his hand and diving down into a tunnel to avoid more gunfire. Cars swerve around you.

Once more you run in tandem, with you using your wings to boost your already-enhanced speed. The cat man follows, as does Steve.

Sirens wail through the tunnel while Bucky leaps over cars, never slowing down.

“Motorcycle,” you warn him. In one motion, he grabs the bike while you safely land the driver, before hopping on and speeding off. Now that he’s more mobile, you take to the air again, maneuvering expertly in the tight space.

You stay a bit behind, blasting at police cars that get too close. The light does little but distract them, slowing them down enough to put space in between you. You swerve to the side just as the cat man jumps at you, and he and Bucky begin to fight while speeding at 40 mph.

“Take the roof out!” he yells once he kicks him away. The moment he's out, you do just that, tossing an explosive onto a weak spot on the concrete. It crumbles, but the man in the cat suit is tossed forward and slashes the back tire of the motorcycle.

You’re ready to fire off a blast of light that won’t be so harmless, but he’s tackled away by Steve. You help Bucky up as police cars surround you. No exits. They’ve got the skies covered too.

A man in a silver suit descends from above. You spot heavy artillery.

“Stand down, now,” he demands. Shit.

Bucky reaches an arm out in front of you while Steve does the same for him, as if you’re back saving the latter from some bully and not definitely getting put in prison for countless felonies.

“Congratulations, Cap,” the man says. “You’re a criminal.”

The soldiers grab Bucky first, harshly pushing him onto the ground. You’re about to protest when they do the same to you, grabbing at your wings to keep you from flying off. You wince but sink to the ground anyway.

So much for a safe house.

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You were shoved in a glass cage, which was then shoved in an armored vehicle. Never mind the sturdy metal cuffs clamped on your wrists, ankles, and shoulders.

When they rolled you out, it was in a different building. You see a similar cage and a familiar mess of unwashed brown hair in front of you, plus a dejected-looking blond Captain to your left, and groan inwardly.

You get placed into the same room as Bucky, to your surprise. They don’t tell you what’s going on or what will happen.

After maybe five minutes, a small man walks in. He has a briefcase that seems stuffed full, but he only pulls out a few files. Psychological evaluation.

He turns to Bucky first, then you. “Your first name is James? And (Y/N)?” No response. “I’m not here to judge you. I just want to ask you a few questions. Do you know where you are, James?”

Seeing as he’s the one being accused, they’re more interested in him. And his lack of responses. “I can’t help you if you don’t talk to me, James.”

“My name is Bucky.”

A sliver of a smile makes its way onto your face, even if you know the cameras caught it.

“Tell me, Bucky. You’ve seen a great deal, haven’t you?”

He only deadpans. “I don’t wanna talk about it.”

You frown, but not because of his words. The doctor’s questions… he’s purposely testing you both.

“You fear that if you open your mouth, the horrors might never stop. Don’t worry. We only have to talk about one.” In an instant, the lights go out.

You speak up. “What the hell is this?”

“Why don’t we discuss your home?” he says to both of you. “Not Romania. Certainly not Brooklyn, no.” Reaching into his bag, he retrieves a book you hoped was long burned.

“I mean your real home.”

It’s like watching a nightmare unfold. Because for all of the horrible things you saw in HYDRA, you never had to watch this. The trigger words.

“Желание [Longing].”

Bucky’s voice is shaking as you try to break out of the cuffs.

“No.”

“Ржавый [Rusted].”

“Shut up!” you yell, hands glowing as you try to overheat the mechanism locking you in place. But all you do is nearly burn yourself. Even if you can withstand the heat of your own powers, glowing metal isn’t in the question. Instead, you try to fire a beam at the glass. A tiny crack forms.

“Семнадцать [Seventeen].” You hear a whir. His metal arm. He’s just as desperate as you are.

“Stop,” he pleads. You shoot blast after blast, trying to shut it out once Bucky starts screaming in pure frustration and fear.

“Рассвет [Daybreak],” the doctor spits, rolling the word on his tongue. The words are clearly practiced, not known.

The metal cuffs finally snap under Bucky’s strength and he immediately begins punching the glass. The doctor never stops. “Печь [Furnace].”

Your attempts at escape are pointless. This cage is too well-designed and your strength is draining with every trigger word said. Partially because you have to watch Bucky succumb to the Winter Soldier, but also because you know it’ll be your turn next.

When the door flies from the cage next to you, and the man stands up, you recognize the Soldier instantly. “Солдат [Soldier]?”

“Я готов отвечать [Ready to comply].” The doctor nods in satisfaction and flips to a new page. He shines his flashlight towards you, frowning as it flickers wildly.

“Свет [Light],” he begins. Something inside of you awakens.

Each trigger word was chosen specifically and through testing, It took months to find just the right combination of words that destroyed your mind.

“Небо [Sky], прирост [growth], начало [dawn], восемнадцать [eighteen].” You scream as you feel your consciousness slipping. Your memory grows fuzzier with each second. The worst part may be watching the Winter Soldier’s face twist in concern. Even in this state, he knows you.

“Душа [Soul], девять [nine], испытующий [searching], один [one]...”

It hurts so badly to hold on and fight the brainwashing. And as much as you don’t want to give in, this was never a fair fight. With the last word, you let go.

“Ущелье [Ravine].”

The first thing you do is assess the area. Wherever it is you’ve been brought seems high-risk. Cameras are down, and you’re stuck in a cage.

Charging up a powerful blast with no regard to the discomfort it brings you, you burst through the cuffs restraining you and the ballistic glass. The shards cover the ground, reflecting the red lights that flash intermittently.

The man in front of you grins, tucking a book under his arm.

“Mission report. December 16, 1991.”

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Steve’s stomach only sinks as he passes the bodies piled in the hall. When he finally gets to the containment room, he spots two empty cages and the “doctor” on the floor.

He wrestles him to his feet, demanding answers with none of his usual diplomacy.

“Who are you? What do you want?”

The man chuckles. “To see an empire fall.”

Sam’s just entering the room when the Winter Soldier strikes, knocking out a chunk of concrete from the wall. You emerge from the shadows, grabbing the man and flinging him at the cages.

The Captain goes for the Soldier first, swinging in wide arcs. When he manages to knock him over, you step in, your hand straining as you charge up a ball of energy. The blond holds a hand out as if to calm you, but you ignore it.

You fire smaller rays all while feeling the one in your left hand grow more erratic. When he’s backed up against an elevator, you strike.

A powerful blast sends the Captain blasting through the elevator door and down the shaft. Satisfied, you go back for your partner.

You and the Winter Soldier eventually make it to a dining area of the building. Some guards swarm in, but without your memory, any qualms you had about hurting people are long gone. You don’t care who lives or dies so long as you escape.

A deafening sound rings through the air and you both wince, turning to see the source when a man flashes a disorienting light. Two could play that game. You return the favor as the Soldier grabs his gun, barely missing and being quickly disarmed. He kicks him back with little effort, and the smaller man flies into a chair.

A blonde woman rushes up next, followed by a redhead. She seems familiar, but you can’t remember where from. Either way, they’re both taken out with little effort.

And then a new man appears. He moves in a way that tells you he isn’t quite human, and when he leaps a railing to catch up to you and the Soldier, your suspicions are confirmed. They’re tumbling down the stairs before either one wins, but the Winter Soldier is gone just as quickly as you are.

Flying around walkways and crashing through glass, you reach the helipad in seconds flat. After climbing in and starting it, the Soldier emerges from another door, joining you and taking the pilot’s seat.

You don’t get ten feet off the ground before something tugs the helicopter down. The Captain, somehow relatively undamaged from his fall earlier. The Soldier presses the controls, fighting the enhanced strength of the annoyingly stubborn man.

But the blond manages to still the helicopter anyway. You and the brunet exchange a silent conversation, and you grab onto a handle just as he dives the helicopter towards the man. The whole thing crashes sideways, but the Captain still rises.

Fine. Just as he leans to peek inside, the Winter Soldier punches through the glass and locks his hand around his throat. However, due to the sudden movement, the helicopter tips backwards.

You try to grab the Soldier, but you’re thrown back and hit your head as the helicopter hits the water. Disoriented and with your wings suddenly soaked, you struggle to find your way out. The Soldier gets pulled away from you as you reach for him, and before you can react a hand reaches out to you.

As your vision goes dark, you take it.

———————————————————————

When you come to, you go into high alert. The last thing you remember, the doctor had begun reciting your trigger words, and now… Where were you?

Scanning the room, you come to the conclusion that it was a mechanic’s garage, long abandoned with some old equipment left behind. To your left, Bucky is still passed out. You aren’t surprised that you were awake first; your powers keep you from staying down for longer than an hour.

You have handcuffs on, while his metal arm is stuck between a large piece of machinery, tightly clamped. While the room you both are in is empty, you know you aren’t alone. There aren’t any cameras, yet you can tell that you’re being watched.

But when you try to stretch your wings, you’re met with a painful resistance. You’d felt the discomfort, but you assumed that it was just from the cramped cage. This is different, though. Your wings are tied.

Grunting from the pain and rope digging into the limbs, you try to relax as you take calming breaths. The rope chafes against the skin, scratching it even at the slightest of touches.

“Do you know who you are?”

You look up. Steve. And the Falcon. The latter asked the question, arms crossed over his chest as he lingers further back than the former.

“I’m (Y/N) (L/N),” you say. He and Steve exchange a glance, then he gestures for you to prove it. “I used to share an apartment with you two.” You nod to Bucky. “I had a tin of tea stashed behind your medicine, and our spare key was always under a random rock on the porch,” you chuckle. “Don’ know how no one ever broke in.”

Steve smiles. “Good to see you again, (Y/N).” You offer a weak smile, hissing in pain when you move wrong and the rope drags a bit too hard. He rushes forward immediately, kneeling next to you and untying the rope.

“Are you okay?” You nod as he drops the rope away. Your wings unfurl, healing the small scratches as you relax. As he removes the cuffs, the Falcon frowns.

“Look, not to seem rude, but we’re supposed to just trust you now? You just broke out of a government building with no reservations about dropping bodies,” he says. So that’s what happened. Standing, you ignore the creeping guilt and extend a hand to him.

“I’m not asking you to trust me,” you say. “I don’t really trust me. But I want to fix the damage I did. And if Steve trusts you to help do that, I trust you.” His gaze softens, and he reluctantly shakes your hand.

“Guess all you old people are good with speeches, huh?” You lightly laugh. He nods. “I’m Sam.”

“(Y/N).”

Steve glances at Bucky. “Could you wake him up? I think he’ll react better if it’s you.”

Holding up a hand and letting power dance on your fingertips, you nod. “I can do better than that.” You touch his forehead, focusing on mending the wound still dripping blood from his temple. He has bruises that you heal with a single thought, and the other two can’t help but gape.

“That’s something,” Sam says, watching the brunet slowly blink awake. He groans weakly as you help him sit up, gently running a hand over his back.

“Steve,” he mumbles.

The blond, as much as he wants to trust him as well, knows he has to take precautions. “Which Bucky am I talking to?”

Similar to you, he begins listing off memories the two of you pieced together in your small Bucharest apartment. “Your mom’s name was Sarah. You used to wear newspapers in your shoes.”

“Can’t read that in a museum,” Steve says. Sam shrugs, still finding it hard to believe how easily the Captain is trusting. He supposes your history together is affecting him.

Bucky sighs. “What did we do?”

“Enough.”

“We knew this would happen,” you mutter. “Everything HYDRA put inside us is still there. All that doctor had to do was say the fucking words.”

“Who was he?” Steve asks. When neither of you come up with a name, he applies some pressure. “People are dead. The bombing, the setup, the doctor did all that just to get ten minutes with you. I need you to do better than ‘I don’t know’.”

Bucky thinks for a moment. “He wanted to know about Siberia. Where we were… kept.”

He explains the other super soldiers, how skilled and organized they were. Even if you and him were HYDRA’s scythe and fist, they were their bullets. You performed assassinations. Sent messages. They took down HYDRA’s enemies for pure power.

After he finishes, you begin to free his metal arm while Sam and Steve discuss. You notice him zoning out before tapping his arm.

“Hey. We’ll fix this,” you promise.

“I don’t know if we can,” Bucky whispers.

It’s hard to argue with that. What you’ve done, the blood on your hands, it’s not the kind you atone for. “Then we make amends. All that matters is we’re together now, right?”

He nods. “Right. Now, instead of running from the government, we get to see if Steve will forgive us for 70 years of war crimes,” he snarks.

You roll your eyes. 70 years of torture and experimentation, and he was already back to sassing your best friend.

“It’s Steve. He was committing crimes long before we were.”

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ieatadoptmepets · 2 months

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Soundtrack and timeline to my fic And It All Leads Back To You, with explanations, 1-10. Check out my other posts for more info!

You Are My Sunshine (1940)- You discover this song again in the mid 40s when steve and bucky die. This song reminds you of them because for a long time they were your only family. You cry to it many nights. It's given a new meaning when you discover that howard, jarvis, and peggy are your family as well

When you wish upon a star (1940)- two meanings. A) you are grieving for steve and bucky. You wish them to be back so long, or that it'd stop hurting. B) you're on earth and have been for almost 150 years. You love Loki. You wish to see your best friend again

Dream a little dream of me (ella fitzgerald) (1950)- you've been dating howard for a while now, and you've accepted that you can love someone new and still hold your love for Loki. Howard reminds you of everything good in the world and shows you a life you never thought you could have

Fly me to the moon (1954)- a romantic song howard plays for you to express his love, and you love it, but you can't help but take the lyrics literally and dream about taking howard above the stars and to asgard. This became your wedding song with howard

Great balls of fire (1957)- one of the sillier songs you know but a testament to time. Always gets you dancing and having a good time

Johnny b goode (1958)- if you go out somewhere upbeat dancing, this song always plays somehow. howard has his ways, and knows you like this song

Put your head on my shoulder (1959)- stands as one of your favorite old love songs. Who knows how many times this plays on a vinyl in your and howards home?

At last (1961)- a beautiful song that reminds you that after all that time of searching you've finally found the love you were looking for

Sway (dean martin) (1961)- howard loves to play this song and dance to it with you, either early morning or late at night- you never could agree on what time it was when you pulled at-home all-nighter dates together

The lion sleeps tonight (1961)- not particularly a love song like the rest but it still is one of "your songs"

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thornsnvultures · 2 years

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set a flame ♡

Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader x Steve Rogers

Summary: Having to hide your relationship because of your status as a commoner, you and Prince James "Bucky" Barnes meet in secret in an old hunting cabin far from the rest of the world. Except, of course, from Sir Steve Rogers, a loyal knight and Bucky's best friend.

Words: 3k

Warnings: secret relationship, threesome, oral sex (m and f receiving), fingering (f receiving), knife kink, some body descriptions (plus size reader)

a/n: took some inspiration from the prompts for @buckysbirdie 's ice cream shop writing challenge & @fineanddandy 's 3k/35 3s birthday collection. title from altar by kehlani which I listened to a lot while writing this. moodboard by me, divider by @firefly-graphics

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unbeta'd and edited by me, so if you see any mistakes, no you didn't :)

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"You're here."

A sudden rush of hair fills your lungs, your body tenses all over when you hear your prince's voice.

"Bucky."

With cautious footsteps his broad form leaves the rotted doorway of the ancient cottage and approaches you slowly like he would a wounded deer.

It would be comical if you didn't feel as frightened as you do. Like you could spook or do any harm at all this beast of a man in front of you.

"My love."

Your breath shudders from your chest as he reaches a hand out to you, opening his arms enough for you to run to them, to fit in between them like you belonged there.

The furs that line his cloak have trapped in the heat from the castle, saving them so Bucky could gift them to you now as you nuzzle in close to his chest.

With a sigh from your lips Bucky finally relaxes.

"I'm sorry I took so long, my love. Why did you not open the hearth? It's freezing in here."

You look up from his chest to where his brow is furrowed.

"I didn't want to start the smoke early and draw attention to our location. Hiding hasn't been easy of late, you know that."

Bucky only grunts and presses a kiss to your head. He pulls his cloak from his shoulders and wraps you in the luxurious velvet and furs.

His arms are as thick as the logs he throws into the hearth. You watch as he rolls his sleeves and stacks them just so before lighting the kindling. It takes a few moments for the fire to really get going. Once Bucky's satisfied he comes to you, lightly coated in soot, lifts you and places you on the bedroll situated on the floor by the fire.

"Better?"

With his big body sandwiching you between him and the flames?

"Much. Thank you."

His thick fingers draw away the hair that rests at the nape of your neck. A light press of his lips has a shudder running down your body all the way to your toes until they're curling in your shoes.

"I've missed you, my love."

The scrape of his stubble rubs against your tender flesh as he whispers into your neck.

"I've missed you too. Why did it take you so long to come to me tonight?"

Bucky's hand leaves your hair to tug on your shoulder, wordlessly asking you to turn to lay on your back, to face him.

The moonlight sneaking through the windows of the cabin only partially illuminates his face, shining on the sharp crystal blue of his eyes.

"What is it, my prince?"

Bucky doesn't answer. Those eyes continue to search your face, run the length of your nose to land on your plush lips. You can feel his desire pulsing through him as the two of you lie under his cloak. His body shifting closer, clinging to you like a second skin. The tip of his pink tongue swipes out against his full bottom lip and you want so badly for him to kiss you.

And like he's reading your mind, your prince does.

Soft and gentle at first, morphing into a deep claiming of your mouth. A man starved, filling you with his tongue, taking your own into his mouth.

"Bucky," you gasp. "My love, please."

He groans, trailing kisses down your jaw as his hand moves to your breast. The thin fabric of your dress is easily torn, pulled apart by your beast in search of your pert nipples.

Bucky finds them with his fingers first, tugging them till they're firm and aching as he grinds his own hardness into your hip.

You're not sure if he's aware he's doing it but his gasps into the curve of your neck only spur more wetness to leak from your core.

The rasp of his fingers against your breast are soon soothed by his laving tongue, hot and wet in the cool air.

"Yes! Bucky," you gasp as he grabs handfuls of your breasts, squeezing them together to lick from one nipple to the other. He groans, smothering his face in your softness, nipping and sucking at your breasts, marking them as his.

Strands of chestnut brown fall free from the bun tied at the nape of his neck as you tug on his hair, the loose tendrils tickling your skin.

"My prince, please. I need you. Touch me, please," you beg and beg, babbling from pleasure. But Bucky doesn't say a word. He feasts from your tits like a babe, suckling and groaning.

Your pleading turns incoherent as he climbs atop you. His length now pressing at the apex of your thighs, pressing into the barrier of your skirts like he's trying to dig you out of their depths.

The heat in your womb builds, churning, making your head spin until the damn breaks and your screaming, spasming against Bucky's overbearing form pressing you into the floor.

"That's it. That's it, my love. Fuck, you're so beautiful."

When the molten waves finally subside you're gasping for air, chest exposed and heaving under your prince's watchful eye.

"An angel. A gift from the heavens."

You see a flash of silver on your left, almost imperceptible through your half-lidded, hazy eyes. But you know from the swift sounds of tearing and the cool slide of metal against your skin that Bucky's drawn his dagger and sliced clean through the middle of your dress to your skirts. Your eyes snap open, taking in the shocking sight of his sharp dagger laying on your soft tummy as he works to slide off the remnants of your dress. The hilt of the blade lies between your breasts, waiting near your heart for its owner to pick it up once again.

"Did you have to ruin my dress though?"

"I'll buy you three more," Bucky leans down to kiss you, once again taking his dagger in hand and twirling it in his nimble fingers before sheathing it. "Better ones even, if you'd like."

"That's not the point," you huff, mourning the loss only briefly before you're imaging wrapping yourself in furs that match Bucky's own. Making a statement to whom you belong.

"Oh, but you look so pretty when you pout," Bucky taps your lower lip. His thick finger pulls it down the slightest bit and you're already opening your mouth wide, inviting him inside.

Your prince slides his finger down your tongue, filling you slowly until he tickles the back of your throat making you gag.

He chuckles, watching how your eyes flutter, how your breathing changes, goes deeper.

"My angel. My love. Come to me."

Bucky kneels over you, watching you watch him as he pulls down his trousers. His thick, oozing length bobs over you before he sits down on the furs, patting his lap for you to come sit.

The furs are soft and forgiving on your knees as you crawl towards him. Your eyes stay on his cock as he circles the base, giving himself a squeeze then stroking long and languid up his length.

Thinking he means for you to ride him you move to straddle him, wrap your thick thighs around his waist, but he stops you.

"No, my love," he doesn't stop stroking his cock as he speaks. You tilt your head, suddenly confused. Did he not...want you anymore? Surely that couldn't be the case. Not after what the two of you just shared. Especially not with his current...predicament in hand.

Bucky's free hand cradles your face, his eyes searching yours.

"What would you think about Sir Steven joining us tonight?"

You freeze. Your stomach flips back and forth. Your heart's suddenly racing, threatening to break free from your chest.

"S-sir Steven?"

"I see how you look at him, my love. How you clench your thighs together when he smiles at you. How you giggle like a schoolgirl when he speaks to you."

You sputter in shock.

"Bucky, I -- I don't know what to say."

Bucky chuckles and lifts your head to kiss you. Your eyes, which had been unable to meet his own, close and you lose yourself for a moment in the sweet softness of his lips.

"I understand, angel," he smiles into your lips. "I wouldn't have brought it up if I didn't trust either of you. Sir Steven is my right hand, my best friend. And you, my love, are my everything."

You shook your head, not believing for a moment. Like this was a trap, a trick, too good to be true. The idea of both of these men caring for you...loving you. It was almost too much to bear.

"He's so desperate for a taste of you, my love," Bucky whispers into your ear. "He hungers for your sweet cunt. After all these months standing guard outside this cabin. Hearing me ravage you, treasure you, take you apart, while he can do naught but stand and wait and listen."

Your core clenches, pulses with need as Bucky speaks. You knew in the back of your mind that Steve was out there, had to be in order to protect his prince, but the fact that he was listening, lusting after you silently in the dark. It thrilled you. And it terrified you.

You were thoroughly embarrassed and unsure if you could look Steve in the eye again knowing what you knew now, even though it shouldn't come as a surprise.

"What do you say, my love? One word and he'll be here. Or another and we'll never speak of it again. Either way, know I love you. I always will."

Bucky's so serious it hurts. His eyes never leave yours as he speaks, forcing you to look, to know that he means it. He refuses to let you hurt or to let this come between the two of you.

"Yes. Yes, Bucky."

Your prince smiles at you and captures your mouth once more.

"I want to make you feel good, angel. So good."

"You do, Bucky. You will."

"And so will he."

Bucky calls for Steve then and as he walks through the door you're reminded by the chill that you're on your knees, completely bare. You scramble to cover yourself with the tattered remains of your dress.

"No, my love," Bucky stops you, tweaks a bare nipple as he kisses you. "Show him. You're too beautiful a gift to hide away."

Steve sends a small smile your way, kind as always as you meet his gaze.

Slowly, Steve removes his coats and his weapons, keeping them within reach just in case. He approaches you much like Bucky did earlier, as if he's afraid to spook you.

You don't know what to say to this man. Even broader than Bucky in some ways and just as powerful a force. The prince's study blade, always by his side.

Thankfully Steve speaks first.

"May I...kiss you?"

He's kneeling before you, still in his shirt and trousers. The only sound in the cabin besides your breathing and the blood rushing past your ears is the slick sound of Bucky stroking his cock.

With that oddly grounding sound at your back, you find the strength to nod your head. Because you do, God, you do want this.

Steve takes your head in has hands, large and warm like Bucky's, swallowing you up in their care, and he kisses you.

His beard is grown out, not stubbled like Bucky's, but softer on your cheeks and chin as he presses close. Not devouring but tasting, savoring like you're his last meal.

You have to force yourself to stop comparing the two men. The differences between their touch, their tastes, stand out but so do their similarities. And when you have them both here, ready to devour you whole, any time spent pondering instead of soaking up their affections would be a waste.

Steve's kisses grow more urgent, his hands find your waist and travel up your curves to cup your breats. They're sensitive from Bucky's earlier ministrations, tender in spots from love bites and bruises sucked into your skin.

"Jesus, Buck. What were you trying to do, maul the poor girl?," Steve jests to his friend over your shoulder. You can't help but laugh into his chest, gripping the fabric of his shirt.

"That little hellcat in your arms has done worse to me before, believe me."

"Oh now I'm a hellcat, my love? What happened to me being your angel?"

Bucky grins and curls his fingers in the air, calling you forth.

"Then show me. Show me how good you are and come swallow my cock."

You gulp and nod, crawling back to Bucky on your knees. You can feel Steve's eyes on you as your hips sway.

"Fuck. Look at you," Steve groans as you bend down and take Bucky into your mouth.

Your prince feels hot and heavy on your tongue. A thick, veiny mouthful that takes a few moments to adjust to a you work up and down his length. Bucky groans, resting a hand in the back of your head, not pressing, just holding you there, keeping you on his cock.

Behind you, you hear the rustle of trousers being removed and slick sound of Steve working his hand over his cock.

You groan around Bucky's length, the idea of Steve watching you take Bucky down your throat making your slit weep, your juices running down your thigh.

Feeling more confident, more brazen, you lift up on your knees, spreading them and arching your back so Steve can see... all of you.

Your knight groans and his hand picks up speed as he watches your dripping, clenching cunt.

"Touch her, Stevie. Go ahead."

Bucky's voice is deep, relaxed, when he speaks. It sends a shudder rushing through you. You'd beg Steve to touch you now if your mouth wasn't full.

Expecting a tentative hand on your back side or finger on your folds, you're shocked and unprepared when you instead feel Steve run his tongue flat up your cunt. From your clit your hole, he licks a wide stripe, collecting your slick on his tongue.

"Oh, fuck! Steve," you gasp, pulling off of Bucky's cock. Your hand works overt his length as you cry out. Steve's wonderful, perfect mouth is sucking on your clit, your folds, savoring every inch of your cunt.

With one thumb he spreads your inner folds open and moves in close to spear your cunt with his tongue. The thick muscle penetrating your walls with an unbelievable hunger.

Bucky was right. Steve desperately wants to completely devour you.

Feeling neglected, even though he loves watching your face contort in pleasure, Bucky takes you by the hair and shoves your mouth back down over his cock.

You jolt in surprise but immediately get back to it, working him over with you mouth and fist, making sure to occasionally tug on his spit slick sac as well. It tightens under your fingers and you know Bucky's close. His legs, shaking as you take him deeper and deeper.

Steve's relentless behind you, still fucking you with his tongue, lapping up every bit of you he can reach. You can hear him still frantically stroking his cock as he feasts from your dripping center.

"Fuck, that's it, angel. Suck me dry."

You take Bucky's cock as far as you can, your nose just brushing the hair at his base, as he shoots molten hot down your throat.

"Fuck!"

Bucky pulls you off his cock and up to capture your lips in a hungry kiss, groaning into your mouth as he tastes himself in your tongue.

Behind you Steve replaces his tongue with two thick fingers and it's only after a few pumps that you're screaming, coming all over his hand and dripping on the furs beneath you.

Seconds after you crumple into Bucky's lap, completely spent, Steve's growling, jerking his cock over your ass, and coating your backside with his hot seed.

"Fucking hell, angel."

Bucky pulls your limp body up for another kiss then turns your head to face Steve. The blond kisses you, licking away some of Bucky's cum from your chin that dribbled out.

Bucky lays you down, curls you up in his side as his knight cleans your backside with some fabric from your dress. The poor garment has seen too much tonight.

Once Steve has finished he goes to dress again, to return to his post outside.

"Stevie."

His head whips around to look at you, halfway done lacing up his trousers.

"Stay. Please. For a little while?"

Steve looks from you to the door and back again, unsure.

"Your prince orders you to stay," Bucky mumbles, already starting to fall asleep.

"Oh, shut up, Buck."

You giggle as you reach out for Steve, your lovely, golden-tongued knight. Pulling him into the warm furs in front of you with Bucky lightly snoring at your back.

Steve is hesitant, shy almost, like you were before he dove his face into your private bits.

"Thank you, Stevie."

"Well, what the prince says goes," he shrugs.

"No. For keeping us safe. For keeping our secret safe," you raise your hand to his strong chest, feeling his heart beating a strong, steady rhythm under your palm. "It's hard, loving someone quietly like this. Hiding it when you know it could be taken away. So...thank you. For keeping us safe. And for loving us too."

Steve sucks in a breath, like he thought you didn't know, couldn't see how he felt. You saw it when he looked at Bucky too. You knew how they cared for each other.

"Until tonight I thought I might've been imagining things. Thinking that maybe we didn't all feel the same. That you didn't feel the same. So I ignored it. Until Bucky asked me if I would let you in. I thought I was hiding it so well, how much I care for you. But Bucky could see it, could see that I care for you as much as I do for him."

Steve stared at you in awe.

"Bucky's a fool if he thinks this is going to be a one time thing," you smile at Steve, biting your lip and trying not to laugh and wake the oaf behind you.

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