#bucky barnes x reader x Steve rogers

[witchywithwhiskey]

room for one more

pairing: movie star!bucky barnes x female reader x movie star!steve rogers

summary: you meet your boyfriend's best friend for the first time, and he perfectly matches the energy of your relationship. then, what was meant to be a fun night for the three of you, turns into something more.

warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), smut, threesome, piv sex, anal sex, double penetration, unprotected sex, creampie, multiple orgasms, oral sex (f and m receiving), anal fingering, come eating/swallowing, come play, semi-public play, light bdsm, check-ins, marking/bruises, teasing, edging, light overstimulation, some m/m (kissing and hand-holding), dirty talk, praise kink, light degradation, pet names (sweetheart, baby), aftercare, established relationship, happy ending polycule

word count: 12.2k

a/n: i was inspired by those pics from last month at the walk of fame ceremony, and this was originally just going to be a fun, flirty threesome. but then as i was writing, the characters decided we were adding some bucky/steve to the mix, so here we are!!! i haven't written anything like this before so i hope i did ok 🫣 also i did not mean for this fic to be so long but i had so much fun writing it, i just couldn't stop hahah anyway! hope y'all enjoy!!!

A jolt of excitement shot down your spine when you recognized Steve Rogers approaching through the crowd beneath the white canvas tent set up on Hollywood Boulevard. Your boyfriend, Bucky Barnes, must’ve felt the way your body tensed as you sat beside him, because his hand tightened on your bare thigh. 

Bucky wasn’t looking at you—he’d caught sight of his oldest friend, and the corners of his mouth were flickering in the way they did when he was trying to repress a grin—but you could feel his own excitement in the way his fingers dug into your soft flesh. You had a feeling you weren’t the only one thinking about the plans you, Bucky and Steve had for that evening.

But then your boyfriend’s touch was gone and Bucky was standing to greet his oldest friend with a tight hug. There were even a few enthusiastic back pats thrown into the mix. It was clear the men were happy to see each other.

You watched the interaction, fascinated. In all the time that you’d been dating Bucky, you hadn’t met his childhood friend, nor had you seen them interact, and you couldn’t help but notice the way he relaxed in Steve’s presence. Bucky’s shoulders loosened and his smile was easier. Normally, he’d be tense in a crowd surrounded by photographers, and look to you for comfort—and you were always happy to give it. 

But it seemed you weren’t the only person who could have a calming effect on Bucky, and it made you smile to see him catch up with Steve, a sense of happiness settling into your heart as you watched your boyfriend talk to his best friend. There was an easiness to their interaction that spoke to their decades of friendship, and instead of feeling put out that Bucky hadn’t introduced you yet, you understood he needed a moment with Steve. 

It had been months since they’d last seen each other, and they’d only been reunited for the Walk of Fame ceremony you were attending with Bucky, where a director he and his best friend had both worked with was receiving a star. The director had discovered Steve and Bucky when they were younger, giving them their first roles that eventually led to their careers in Hollywood. 

“Is this your girl?” Steve asked, his friendly voice pitched a little louder so you could hear it over the crowd of people all crammed beneath the tent. You looked up and found Steve’s face tilted down toward you, his attention making you feel warm all over. There was a playful, devastatingly handsome tilt to his mouth as he asked, “The future Mrs. Barnes?”

Steve held out both of his hands to you and you tipped your head back with a laugh as you slipped your fingers into his palms. He helped you to stand, his hands smoothing up your arms to your elbows, then pulled you into his orbit as he leaned in to brush kisses to both of your cheeks. 

“It’s nice to finally meet you, Steve,” you murmured in between skimming your lips over his whiskered cheeks, enjoying the prickle of his beard against your soft skin.

Since you were so close, Steve’s warm, woodsy scent washed over you. Somehow, it went straight to your head and your core, making you sway a little on your heels as a warmth bloomed deep in your belly. You had to repress a shiver and hold yourself back from burying your face in Steve’s neck to inhale more of his delicious smell as you leaned back from your greeting.

“The pap photos don’t do you justice, sweetheart, you’re much more gorgeous in person,” Steve rumbled, his hands giving your arms a light squeeze before he stepped back to a more polite distance.

You felt bereft without Steve’s touch, and you reached instinctively for Bucky’s hand. Your boyfriend slid in next to you, catching your fingers in one of his hands while the other settled against your lower back. His familiar cologne filled your senses and you smiled up at him, feeling steadier as you leaned into Bucky. In your chest, your heart was racing, and you tried to make sense of the riot of emotions in your belly. 

Thankfully, Steve’s comment about paparazzi got the men talking about their least favorite aspect of working in Hollywood and you could take a moment to collect yourself.

As you did, you took the opportunity to look at Steve properly. 

Of course, you’d seen him in movies, and in plenty of photos on social media. You’d even seen him in some pictures of the two friends that Bucky had hanging in the brownstone you shared together in Brooklyn. But it was a different thing entirely to see your boyfriend’s Hollywood heartthrob best friend in person.

Steve had made a name for himself in the business as the golden boy action hero, leading a franchise that had grossed over $2 billion with just three movies. In his mid-30s, he had his pick of any blockbuster movie role in town, and he had the looks and the talent to make whatever film he chose a success.

Your eyes, hidden behind a pair of sunglasses, raked down Steve’s body, and it struck you how much he looked like the epitome of an action hero with his broad shoulders and trim waist. His biceps bulged in the sleeves of his short-sleeved button-up and his thighs filled out his slacks nicely.

Trailing your eyes back up to his handsome face, you noted that Steve’s beard was well-groomed and his watch looked expensive despite its simplicity. But he managed to look much more down-to-earth with his navy blue cap and sunglasses than most of the overly shiny men in Hollywood. 

It almost made you smile how you could immediately spot so many differences between Steve and Bucky, but, at the same time, so many similarities, too. 

Although they were both actors, their career trajectories had gone in completely different directions. While Steve had become an action star, Bucky had made a name for himself in indie movies and prestige dramas. Also in his mid-30s, Bucky had a few major awards under his belt, and he was often flying around the world to promote his movies at film festivals like Cannes. 

But, like Steve, he’d opted for a more down-to-earth look for the Walk of Fame ceremony, choosing a patterned button-up tucked into simple slacks. He looked a bit more polished, in your opinion, and just as handsome as his best friend. Though he didn’t have the same broad build as Steve, he still looked strong and fit—and his ass filled out his slacks very nicely, which you’d told him before the two of you had left your hotel suite that morning. 

“It’s a shame it took something like this to finally get you both out here to LA at the same time,” Steve said, getting your attention. 

He shifted closer to your side opposite Bucky, making you feel almost caged in between their two broad chests. To your surprise, though, you didn’t mind. You felt more comfortable between them, and you wondered what it would feel like to be pressed between their broad bodies without any clothes in the way��

“I’ve been dying to meet your girl,” Steve went on, his voice dropping low so only you and your boyfriend could hear. His fingers skimmed up the back of your arm and across the bare skin of your shoulders, making you tremble lightly. Steve’s eyes danced across your face and he smirked as he said, “And I can’t wait to get to know you intimately later tonight, sweetheart.”

You visibly shuddered at Steve’s suggestive words, your mind jumping immediately to the plans the three of you had for that evening. They entailed the hotel suite Bucky had booked for the evening, and the three of you alone together, completely naked. Touching, kissing, and more.

The plans were a result of conversations you’d had with your boyfriend. Bucky had told you early on in your relationship that he had a fantasy about sharing his girl with his best friend, and you’d liked the idea far more than you’d expected. However, it had been difficult to make happen, given his and Steve’s busy movie star schedules. So, despite it being the same day you were meeting Steve, that night might be the only time in a long time that it could happen.

But something about the energy between the three of you in that warm tent made you think that even if the plan wasn’t already for you, Bucky and Steve to end up in bed together that night, it would’ve happened anyway. You couldn’t put your finger on why you thought so, but it had quite a bit to do with the hungry looks they were shooting your way—and exchanging with each other.

“Don’t get her all riled up yet, Stevie,” Bucky chided his best friend lightly, but when he cut his eyes to you behind his sunglasses, you could see a mischievous glimmer in their depths. “You keep whispering in her ear like that, and she’s gonna end up leaving a mess on her chair.”

Biting back a gasp, you squirmed against Bucky’s side, your embarrassment at his comment fanning the flames of your arousal. Your boyfriend chuckled at your reaction and wrapped his arm around your back, his fingers digging into your hip to hold you still, though that only made you want to writhe against him some more.

Steve’s eyebrows winged upward at Bucky’s comment, and you could tell from the slight shifting of his head that he was looking back and forth between your faces, a small smirk on his lips. “Is that so?” he asked, the slight edge of a challenge in his tone. 

Bucky knew your body well—he knew what turned you on and just how wet he could make you with his words and voice alone. You’d long since learned that your boyfriend got a great deal of enjoyment out of teasing you and working you up until you were begging for him. He loved seeing just how wet and sloppy he could make you, pushing you both until you were ravenous for each other. 

So it didn’t surprise you that Bucky shot his best friend a cocky grin and drawled, “Oh Stevie, you’d be surprised at just how messy my girl can get.” 

Heat flushed fast and fierce through your body and you whipped your head around to look at your boyfriend. It was on the tip of your tongue to demand he and Steve take you back to your hotel, but at that moment, the event organizers began telling everyone to take their seats. 

You were frustrated and thankful for the interruption as you took your seat between Bucky and Steve. Although the ceremony beginning meant there was no way you could convince Bucky to leave early, at least it meant your boyfriend and his best friend couldn’t continue to torture you.

At least, that’s what you naively believed. Until not one, but two hands slipped onto your bare thighs. 

“You don’t mind, do ya, Buck?” Steve asked cheerfully across you, his thumb stroking over your skin in a way that nearly had you whimpering. He wore a shameless grin as he sat forward, looking at your boyfriend while touching you.

Your thoughts had scattered, and it didn’t even occur to you how inappropriate it was for Steve to put his hand on your thigh right in front of your boyfriend. In the deepest reaches of your heart, it just felt right for both Bucky and Steve to have their hands on you. And instead of being surprised by Steve’s boldness, you just felt desperate for one of them to move their hand higher, to stroke their fingers over the spot where you needed them most. 

“Not at all, Stevie,” Bucky replied easily, his tone almost nonchalant as he dragged his gaze up from Steve’s hand to his best friend’s face. “You go right ahead,” he said, shifting in his chair, moving closer to you as he began stroking his thumb against your other leg, matching Steve’s rhythm so perfectly, it was maddening.

If you didn’t know Bucky so well, you wouldn’t have been able to detect the undercurrent of desire in his tone, or the way he was shifting in his seat to hide the slight bulge in the front of his slacks. Your whole body clenched tight with the reminder that you weren’t the only one excited by the knowledge that you would be bringing Steve into your bed that evening. 

Bucky clearly got off on seeing his best friend’s hand on your thigh and you relaxed a little. Your boyfriend’s desire calmed the anxiety you didn’t know you had—anxiety that you were the only one excited for more—leaving only arousal simmering deliciously in your belly.

As if somehow sensing your thoughts, Bucky leaned in to whisper in your ear.

“How’s it feel, baby?” Bucky purred, his voice as warm as the summer sun shining on the crowded tent. “Having my best friend’s hand on your thigh, his fingers so close to your sweet, needy cunt?” 

Bucky’s fingers slid slowly up your thigh, curling beneath the hem of your dress, teasing closer to the heat nestled between your thighs. He was so close to touching you where you needed him most, that you had to bite back a whimper before even beginning to think about answering. 

Your boyfriend’s fingers dug into your soft flesh, urging you to respond, but all you could manage was one word.

“Bucky.” His name was the softest whine lilting from your lips, carried on the gentle California breeze. Your fingers were clinging to the edges of your seat and you squirmed restlessly, already feeling wetness gathering between your legs and soaking into the thin fabric of your panties. 

“Hush, sweetheart,” came Steve’s voice, rich and deep in your other ear. “You keep squirming and whining like that, and you might draw attention to yourself.” His fingers slipped beneath your dress, slotting in between Bucky’s as both men gripped your thighs, groping you unabashedly despite the crowd that surrounded the three of you. “And we wouldn’t want that, now would we?”

Bucky’s chuckle ghosted past the sensitive skin of your neck and your shoulders trembled with the effort it took to stop yourself from writhing on your chair. Pressing your lips together, you bit back the desperate mewl that threatened to spill from your lips, heeding Steve’s warning and suppressing the urge to beg them to touch you, crowd be damned.

Steve was right, after all. You were in a crowded tent, waiting for the Walk of Fame ceremony to begin, surrounded by your boyfriend’s friends and colleagues—and there were cameras everywhere. You may have felt surrounded well enough by the broad shoulders of your boyfriend and his best friend sitting on either side of you, but it was a false sense of privacy.

You knew you needed to sit up straight and smile blandly, and pretend like Bucky and Steve’s hands weren’t slowly inching closer to the juncture of your thighs. You needed to play the part of Bucky’s devoted girlfriend, and normally it wouldn’t be too difficult. Your boyfriend didn’t usually play this game in public, since he knew you were one photograph away from winding up on the home page of TMZ with a headline calling you Bucky Barnes’ whore or something equally degrading. 

But there was something about Steve being there that was making your boyfriend act a little reckless. And, despite Steve being the one to warn you about the situation you were in, you knew he was the foolhardy one. You could feel his energy urging Bucky on, and your boyfriend seemed all too happy to match his best friend’s energy. 

“Didn’t you know, Stevie,” Bucky began, his voice quiet but easygoing, as if he was talking to his best friend about something as banal as the weather or their new movies. “My girl’s a needy little slut, and she can’t help acting like it.” 

Your teeth sank into your lower lip a mere second before the tips of Bucky’s fingers brushed so, so gently against the soaking wet fabric of your panties. A strangled moan caught in your throat and you tried to squirm in your seat, but Bucky and Steve’s hands clamped down hard on your thighs, holding you still.

“Just look at the way she’s spreading her legs for us,” Bucky went on, a new warmth in his tone, like he was wholly enjoying the way you were getting worked up. “She doesn’t even know she’s doing it.” Bucky’s face tilted toward you, and you could feel his gaze like a warm caress against your cheek as he asked, in a patronizingly sweet voice, “Do you, baby?”

Despite the chatter of the crowd around you, the sharp breath you inhaled at Bucky’s question was loud in your ears. You dragged your gaze away from your boyfriend’s face and looked down to see your thighs had spread open on your chair, much wider than was appropriate for the public ceremony, without you even noticing.

Your first instinct was to snap your legs closed, and somehow, both men seemed to anticipate it. Bucky and Steve moved simultaneously, almost as if they’d planned it, shoving their hands under your dress to be trapped between your plush thighs. Their fingertips were so close to your pulsing heat, but not quite touching it. 

Your legs clenched tight together around their warm hands, trying to force them to touch you, but it was no use. They were trapped, and so were you, unable to spread your legs and beg them for more while you were sitting in the crowded tent on Hollywood Boulevard.

If Bucky and Steve minded that their fingers were tangled together between your thighs, they didn’t show it. Both men were grinning at each other, their bodies bracketing either side of yours, heads ducked together as if the three of you were simply having a private conversation. 

But that’s not what was happening. Your body was a riot of sensation, of desperate, burning need. Fisting your hands in your lap, you curled in on yourself and shuddered, biting your bottom lip hard against a moan of pleasure and frustration. 

It felt so good to have their hands on you, but you wanted them to touch you for real. You wanted them to push your panties to the side and stroke your clit before plunging their fingers into your dripping hole. But they couldn’t. And more than that, you knew they wouldn’t. Not while the three of you were in public and surrounded by people.

Bucky’s hand settled over your curled fists, his strong fingers easing the tension from your hands until he could slip his palm into both of yours. “Sit up, baby, the ceremony’s finally starting,” Bucky murmured in your ear, not unkindly. 

His other hand flexed gently on your thigh, making you wheeze and tremble as you straightened, but your boyfriend only chuckled under his breath when you shot him a little glare. He ducked close and pressed a kiss to your cheek, mollifying you for the moment.

Your fingers tangled with Bucky’s on your lap as you sat up and pushed your shoulders back, fixing a polite smile on your face. You did your best to ignore the fact that both your boyfriend and his best friend’s hands were tucked between your thighs beneath your dress, making a valiant effort to pretend as if nothing was amiss. 

It helped that you had something to hold onto, your fingers twining idly with Bucky’s. You hadn’t realized you were fidgeting a bit too much until you felt another hand land gently on your forearm, and you followed it up to look at Steve. He gave you a small, reassuring smile, his hand squeezing your arm lightly, and you settled further. 

While the emcee of the ceremony took the small stage and began to introduce the director being honored, you managed to relax. You focused on the speech being given, and worked to remain quiet, despite the still burning heat in your blood.

You thought, once the ceremony began, the boys would behave themselves, but you were wrong.

Bucky and Steve seemed to work in synchrony, taking turns whispering filthy things into your ear that refused to let you forget you had their hands trapped between your thighs, your body aching for them to touch you.

Sometimes they’d tease you with the predicament you found yourself in, and other times they’d make promises that they intended to fulfill once the three of you were alone.

They were equally merciless, their words getting dirtier and dirtier as the ceremony went on, and your core throbbed unrelentingly, the evidence of your drawn-out arousal dripping into your panties and smearing on the plastic seat of the chair. 

It became increasingly apparent that Bucky’s playful warning would come true—you were going to leave a wet spot behind when you stood up. But no matter how you tried to rein in your desire, Bucky and Steve were determined to keep you on edge with their words and their touch alone. It was all you could do to try to portray the image of a respectful Hollywood girlfriend, and not the wanton slut all three of you knew you to be. 

Finally, the ceremony wrapped up and all around you, people began to stand and chatter again as photographers hired for the event escorted some to have their pictures taken with the director being honored. 

The reality that you’d have to stand up on legs that felt like butter melted in the summer sun hit you all at once, and you grabbed Bucky’s hand before he could stand up. You gave him a desperate, pleading look, unable to find the words to ask for help. 

But your boyfriend must’ve felt the way your leg trembled beneath his other hand, because he seemed to understand your plight. He glanced around before removing his hand from under your dress, Steve following his lead and doing the same. 

Both men had turned their bodies toward you, caging you in and protecting you from the eyes of the crowd and the paparazzi. Bucky wrapped his arm tightly around your waist while Steve braced your arm under his, and they both helped you to stand. 

It took a moment, and you swayed between their broad bodies, their scents swirling around you and making you want to sink into both of them. But after a moment, you managed to get your legs to work and hold you up with minimal help from your boyfriend and his best friend.

Once you were steady, you watched the boys exchange a look and then, in tandem, they looked over your shoulder and down at the seat where you’d just been sitting. You, however, didn’t need to look to know what they’d see, and your cheeks flamed with red-hot embarrassment, even as your core throbbed in arousal. 

Steve sucked in a sharp breath at the same time Bucky chuckled, and you knew—there was a wet spot on your chair. You tried to bury your face in Bucky’s chest, but he tutted at you quietly and gripped your chin to turn your face to Steve. 

Your boyfriend’s best friend had waited until he had your attention, then he shot you a wicked grin before ducking down and wiping his fingers through the mess you’d left behind on the seat, cleaning up most of it. As he stood back up, he popped his fingers into his mouth.

Your whole body felt like it was on fire as you watched Steve lick your arousal from his fingers, his soft groans reaching your ears over the noise of the crowd. 

“Mm, you taste just as sweet as I hoped,” Steve murmured, crowding into you with a delicious smirk curling his mouth. Leaning in, his beard brushed gently against your cheek, making you shudder. “You really are just as much of a slut as Bucky said, huh?” 

You tried to bite back a whimper, but the soft sound of desperation slipped free from your lips. “Yes,” you mewled, meeting Steve’s gaze through both your sunglasses, feeling his hunger sear you to the bone while Bucky’s hands held you steady. 

“Can’t wait to bury my mouth in your cunt later, sweetheart,” Steve rumbled, nuzzling the side of your face lightly. You could smell yourself on his breath, and it made you tremble harder in Bucky’s arms. “Gonna make you scream for being such a good girl and putting up with me and Bucky’s teasing.”

Your eyes were wide behind your sunglasses, your breathing shallow, and you couldn’t stop shaking with desire. You felt like you might explode right there on Hollywood Boulevard, and Bucky seemed to sense that you’d been pushed to your limit. 

“Alright, Stevie, that’s enough,” Bucky said as he tucked you in beneath his arm. His tone held an undercurrent of finality, and Steve backed off, nodding as he gave your elbow an apologetic squeeze.

Then Bucky’s fingers were gently nudging your chin to lift so he could look at your face and check on you. Even through his sunglasses, you could feel his gaze roving over your face and you smiled softly to let him know you were ok. Bucky pressed a sweet kiss to your lips.

“You were a very good girl, baby,” he praised in a soft rumble, swiping his thumb just beneath your bottom lip, cleaning away some of your lipgloss. “I’m so proud of you.” He brushed another kiss to your forehead and let your head fall against his shoulder, taking a moment amidst the chaos of the post-ceremony rush to hold you.

You snuggled into your boyfriend despite the warm summer heat in the tent, enjoying the comfort of his familiar scent and letting it relax you. You knew you still had a few hours before Bucky and Steve would take you back to the hotel suite your boyfriend had booked for the night, and you took the opportunity to let the desire in your body cool just a bit.

Too soon, a photographer was calling for Bucky and Steve and they left you to take photos with the director. You waited for them, long having gotten used to watching Bucky get his picture taken. 

As you watched Bucky and Steve laugh together, throwing their arms around each other, you were struck again by how much at ease your boyfriend was with his best friend. Part of the reason he’d chosen to get a place in Brooklyn was that he said he always felt awkward at Hollywood events, and you’d squeezed his hand in comfort enough times to know that to be the truth.

But with Steve at his side, Bucky looked just as relaxed as if the three of you were hanging out alone, throwing his head back as his best friend made some kind of joke just for him. 

It occurred to you that perhaps you should feel jealous. After all, you took great pride in being one of the few people who could make Bucky feel comfortable and relaxed. But instead you just felt happy—you were glad Bucky had someone else in his life who made him feel at ease.

When the pictures were finally done, Bucky cut through the crowd to wind an arm around your waist, tugging you against his body and dropping his mouth to yours for a quick kiss.

“Ready to get out of here, baby?” he murmured, a delicious smirk on his handsome face. You nodded eagerly as Steve slid in next to Bucky, joining the two of you and making a circle of three. You smiled at Steve, who gave you a devastating grin in return.

The hours after the ceremony went by in a blur. Despite your best efforts to calm yourself, burning need simmered low in your belly, ensuring your body never properly settled, even through the early dinner you shared with Bucky, Steve and some of their close Hollywood friends. 

Your pulse seemed to beat in time with the watch on Steve’s wrist, your body instinctively counting down the seconds until your boyfriend and his best friend would take you back to the hotel and fulfill their promises of sharing you. You had to keep your thoughts on other things, lest you leave another wet spot on your seat, while you smiled and chatted through dinner.

The elevator in the hotel felt too cramped for the three of you, and you clung desperately to Bucky’s hand, your fingers twisted so tightly around his, you would’ve worried about cutting off his circulation if you could think of anything else but the throbbing heat between your thighs. Steve snagged your other hand, holding it tightly and giving it an encouraging squeeze that you felt in your core.

The door to the hotel suite had barely closed when Steve pounced on you, his hand wrapping around the front of your throat as he backed you up into Bucky’s chest, his lips descending on yours as he took possession of your mouth like you were his to devour. You let out a small squeak of surprise before surrendering to Steve’s plundering mouth, sinking into the need and desire of his tongue as it stroked against yours.

Bucky’s hands circled your upper arms, holding you pinned between the two men’s firm bodies while Steve ravaged your mouth. Unable to stop himself, Bucky dropped his mouth to your neck, kissing the fluttering spot over your thrumming pulse point and nuzzling your soft skin with his whiskered jaw until you were shivering with need.

Then Steve was dropping to his knees, right there in the entryway of the suite, muttering something about needing to taste your cunt straight from the source. If it wasn’t for Bucky holding you steady, your knees would’ve given out at the sight of the golden boy action hero staring at the juncture of your thighs with such determination, it sent a quiver of anticipation down your spine.

Steve moved quickly, pushing your dress up past your thighs and ripping your panties down your legs, tossing them away. He crawled closer, throwing one of your thighs over his broad shoulder before burying his face in your cunt, groaning loudly against your slick folds.

Bucky held you propped up against his chest, his hands holding your dress up so the both of you could stare down your body and watch Steve feast on you like a starving man. While his best friend ate you out, Bucky pressed kisses and little love bites into your neck, murmuring soft praises in your ear.

Your boyfriend told you what a good girl you were, behaving so well for him and his best friend while Steve’s tongue buried deep into your pussy, his lips sucking on your clit until you came with a scream. Your spine arched, and you twined a hand in Steve’s soft blond hair while your other clung to Bucky’s arm, holding onto both of them as you shattered apart on Steve’s tongue.

After that preamble in the suite’s entryway, it wasn’t long before you were bouncing on Steve’s cock, another orgasm quickly building in your core. 

The boys had divested you of your remaining clothing and shed theirs in a flurry of hands skimming over naked skin and low, appreciative groans. You hadn’t been able to stop touching either of them, your fingers raking over hardened muscle and nails digging into golden skin. You felt drunk and gluttonous on the ability to finally touch them, really touch them, in the true privacy of the hotel suite.

As you fucked yourself on Steve’s perfect cock, your hands never seemed to stop moving, fingers digging into his pecs, his abs, trailing up the sides of his ribs until he was laughing and moaning at the same time. His face was a little flushed, rosy pink spots in his cheeks, and his mouth flattened into a determined line. Steve was just as beautiful undone beneath you as he’d been when you’d first seen him in person on Hollywood Boulevard.

“Fuck—fuck, sweetheart, your cunt’s squeezing me so fucking tight,” Steve huffed, his hips working up between your thighs, impaling you on his thick cock. “Fuck, ‘m gonna blow in your pretty pussy in no time if you keep…” 

He trailed off as the tip of his dick hit a spot inside you that made your whole pussy clench down on his hard, heavy length. Steve threw his head back with a growly groan, his fingers digging so hard into your soft hips, you suspected he’d leave bruises behind.

Not that you minded in the least. 

It felt too good, Steve’s thick, hard length pounding into you from below, bouncing you on his cock so your tits heaved and you wanted to pinch your nipples, but you were too eager to keep touching your boyfriend’s best friend to tear your hands away. 

Your gaze trailed away from Steve, finding Bucky sitting back on his knees beside you and his best friend, a satisfied smirk on his perfect mouth while he pumped his own cock lazily in his fist. His glimmering blue eyes were focused on the place where you were impaled on Steve’s cock, but when you whined desperately, his gaze flicked up to meet yours.

“Ya having fun, baby?” Bucky asked, humor in his tone as he ignored the pleading look in your eyes. A drop of precum beaded at the tip of his dick and your mouth watered with the desire to flick your tongue over his cock head and lap it up. But then you remembered he’d asked you a question.

“Yes, yes, but I need more,” you rasped, your voice husky with arousal, stuttering out of you as Steve kept pounding you from below. You arched your spine, sticking out your tits and putting them on display for the men while your fingers dug into Steve’s abs, hoping your boyfriend would take the hint,

“Greedy girl,” Bucky said, chuckling good-naturedly as he shifted closer on his knees. You angled your body toward him and he took one of your breasts in his free hand, kneading it with dextrous fingers while his mouth descended on the other. He sucked your nipple into his mouth and laved his tongue over it, still stroking his cock.

If Steve cared that Bucky’s cock was close to leaking all over his arm and ribs, he didn’t say. Instead, the blond man’s eyes glittered with desire as he watched your boyfriend play with your tits.

“Christ, Buck, you get to fuck this pussy every day?” Steve huffed, awe and a little bit of jealousy in his ragged voice. 

Bucky’s low laugh ghosted over your dewy skin. He gave your nipple one last affectionate suckle before pulling his mouth away, his other hand trailing down your body and between your thighs. Your boyfriend teased a fingertip around your clit, making your body jerk, a whine slipping from your lips that only made him laugh again.

“Stevie,” Bucky began, light admonishment in his tone. He rubbed your clit, making you wail in pleasure as your body clenched down hard around Steve’s cock, pulling a loud grunt from the man between your thighs. “I fuck this pussy multiple times a day. You know how she feels now, wouldn’t you fuck her every chance you got?”

“Yes—fucking christ, yes,” Steve groaned, his chest heaving, hips rising up from the bed as he fucked you harder, chasing his release. 

His wild blue eyes caught yours, Steve’s expression fixed into one of tenacity that made your pussy flutter. 

“C’mon, sweetheart,” he rasped, his fingers digging deeper into your hips, nearing the point of pain as he pulled you down onto his stiff length. “Come on my cock—let me feel you before I blow my load in your cunt, please.”

You didn’t know if it was Steve’s ‘please’ or his cock buried deep in your pussy or Bucky’s fingers on your clit—though you suspected it was a combination of all three—but the pleasure coiling tight in your core snapped. Electric currents of ecstasy flashed through your body as you came. Tossing your head back, you screamed your release to the heavens, your hips working of their own accord, grinding your pulsing cunt mercilessly on Steve’s cock.

Your boyfriend’s best friend was right behind you, coming with a rough shout, the tendons of his neck straining with his head thrown back on the bed. His fingers dug so deep into your plush hips, you could’ve sworn they reached down to the bone as he pulled you flush against his abdomen.

He was so deep inside you that you could feel his cock twitch and the pulsing warmth of his come as it flooded your pussy. The sensation dragged another fluttering wave from your cunt, and you writhed against Steve, both of you eking out as much pleasure from each other as possible. 

Bucky’s fingers didn’t relent on your clit until you whined at the overstimulation, your upper body swaying almost drunkenly. Your head felt like it was filled with puffy clouds of pleasure as you slowly came down from the peak of your release, enjoying the way your body buzzed and your pussy fluttered around Steve’s softening cock.

“You did so good, baby,” Bucky murmured into your cheek before kissing your temple tenderly. 

A smile flickered at the corners of your lips as your eyes slid closed and you slumped against your boyfriend’s broad chest. You pressed your face into his sternum, inhaling the comforting, familiar scent of his cologne lingering on his skin. 

For a long moment, the three of you stayed like that. Bucky’s hand trailed comfortingly up and down your spine, his lips pressing sweet kisses to your face, while Steve’s big hands massaged your hips to ease some of the sting from his brutal grip. You were still going to bruise, but you didn’t mind having his marks on you.

Unsurprisingly, their hands touching you, no matter how gentle and soft they were being, had an effect on you, and it wasn’t long before desire rekindled in your core. Your hips squirmed restlessly, feeling Steve’s cock slip from your pussy, his release dripping out of you and making a mess of both your bodies. 

“Bucky,” you whispered, fingers trailing down his chest and taking his hard length in your hand. Your boyfriend’s cock jumped excitedly against your palm, the tip leaking precum that you desperately wanted to taste. Siting up, you looked up at your boyfriend from under your lashes, the corner of your mouth curling in a smirk. “D’you want my mouth or my pussy?”

A pained sounding groan came from Steve, drawing both your and Bucky’s attention. The blond man had thrown an arm over his eyes, looking exhausted, even with the smile playing around the edges of his mouth.

“You’re killing me, sweetheart,” Steve muttered, but you could feel his cock twitching beneath your messy cunt, trying to harden again already.

Bucky laughed huskily, his hand wrapping around the back of your neck before he pulled you to him for a consuming kiss. His tongue plunged into your mouth and you wondered distantly if he could taste Steve’s kiss on your lips, but then he groaned into you and all thoughts scattered from your mind.

When your boyfriend finally pulled away, you were breathless with anticipation, your wetness dripping from your pussy to coat Steve’s already slick cock. 

“You’re gonna clean up the mess you left all over Stevie’s cock, baby,” Bucky rumbled, his hand cupped beneath your chin, fingers digging lightly into your cheeks. “While I pump your pretty pussy full of another load of come. D’you want that?”

You smiled and nodded eagerly, not even needing to think about it. “Yes, please!”

Both men chuckled at your enthusiastic response as they began shifting on the bed, rearranging themselves to make Bucky’s words come true. 

Steve dragged his half-hard cock from between your messy folds, making you whimper at the loss of him as the cold hotel air rushed in against your throbbing core. The blond man smirked a little smugly, ducking forward and capturing your lips in an apologetic kiss.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he rumbled when he pulled away, laughter in his tone. “You’ll have my cock again before tonight’s over.” He dropped one, last smacking kiss to your lips before shifting up the bed. He flopped down in the mound of pillows with a contented sigh and spread his thick, golden thighs for you to crawl between. 

You bent forward onto your hands and knees and slid up the bed to settle between Steve’s legs, your fingers playing with the golden hair covering the taut muscles of his thighs as you pressed your face to his hip, leaving a lingering kiss against his skin. 

You felt Bucky moving into position behind you, and you smiled against Steve’s abdomen when your boyfriend’s hands grabbed your hips. A shiver of anticipation raced down your spine as you kissed closer to Steve’s cock.

Bucky adjusted your body until your ass lined up with his lap. His cock pressed between your closed thighs, sliding through the slickness of your and his best friend’s releases to coat his hard length, and you moaned into the thick thatch of hair at the base of Steve’s cock. 

Turning your head to the side, you lowered your shoulders so your boyfriend could see you nuzzling his best friend’s hardening dick, which was still soaking wet with a mixture of his come and yours. The scent of your release mixing with Steve’s while Bucky teased you from behind was a heady thing and your hips swayed from side to side, your pussy aching desperately to be filled again.

“Ready for me, baby?” Bucky teased, and you could hear the smirk in his voice. He dragged the head of his cock through your dripping slit, making you whine and try to push back onto his stiff length. 

Cutting your eyes over your shoulder, you gave your boyfriend a pleading look. “Please, Bucky, just fuck me,” you mewled, arching your back and spreading your thighs as much as you could, presenting your pussy to your boyfriend the way you knew he liked. 

You could tell by the way Bucky’s blue eyes darkened and dropped to the cleft of your ass that he liked what he saw. His big hands groped your thighs, then your ass, spreading your cheeks wide and grinning as he ran his thumbs along the seam of your pussy, pulling you open for him. 

“Well, since you begged so pretty…” He trailed off as he lined himself up with your hole, and then he was shoving the full length of his cock deep in your cunt.

You cried out in pleasure as Bucky speared into your sensitive hole, your face pressing against Steve’s cock, which jumped in response as if begging for your attention. 

Looking up Steve’s muscular form, you found him propped up on the pillows at the head of the bed, one arm angled behind his head. His bicep bulged in a way that made your mouth water, wanting to trace the veins of his arm. Instead, you put your tongue to use on his cock, dragging the flat of it up the entire length and humming a satisfied sound as the taste of your combined releases filled your mouth.

“Christ, sweetheart,” Steve groaned, his hips jerking up off the bed, pushing his hardening length against your kiss-swollen lips as if begging for more.

You acquiesced to his body’s wordless plea, taking the tip of him into your mouth and sucking softly, swirling your tongue around the head, wringing a grunt from Steve. His hand fell gently to the crown of your head, petting you affectionately as you worked his cock deep into your mouth, your lips forming a seal as you sucked him to full hardness.

“Oh f-fuck,” Steve moaned, a slight tremor working through his thick thighs on either side of your body. His fingers flexed against your head, but he didn’t push you away or pull you closer. “Jesus, Buck, you didn’t mention your girl’s mouth felt like fucking heaven,” he ground out through a clenched jaw, his eyes flicking to your boyfriend over your shoulder.

Bucky chuckled, fucking you in slow, lazy strokes, seemingly content to watch you suck off his best friend. 

You knew exactly what he was doing, taking his time to give Steve the chance to recover so the two of them could take you at the same time. When you and Bucky had first discussed details about inviting Steve to join you for the night, you’d admitted that you’d fantasized about being spit-roasted, and you knew your wonderful boyfriend was making sure it happened before he took his own pleasure.

Bucky groped your ass tenderly, bringing you back to the moment as he laughed at Steve’s comment. 

“Some things you just gotta figure out for yourself, Stevie,” came your boyfriend’s snarky reply, but his voice was low and gruff. 

You could hear just how much your boyfriend was affected and you smirked around Steve’s cock, refocusing on your task so the two of them could fuck you properly and Bucky could come. 

“Just wait till you feel her ass,” Bucky went on, surprising you by rubbing his thumb teasingly over your tight rosebud. “My girl’s tightest hole will have ya seeing stars.” 

You hummed a pleased sound at Bucky’s praise, wringing a grunt from Steve as the vibrations travelled down his cock, and pushed your ass back against the tip of your boyfriend’s thumb. He chuckled, pressing past the ring of muscle in your ass and making your entire body melt when all three of your holes were filled.

Your throat relaxed enough that Steve’s cock slid into it, and you swallowed around him, making his hips stutter up off the bed again at the squeeze of your muscles. It seemed to take him effort to settle back onto the mattress, his hand flexing furiously against your head.

“F-fuck, sweetheart,” he groaned, while you bobbed up and down on his dick. Spit and drool coated the length of him, slipping past your lips and down your chin, making a new mess on his cock. “You’re gonna suck out my fucking soul if ya keep doing that.” 

You huffed a laugh before taking Steve to the root and looking up at him from under your lashes. His blue eyes were glittering with desire, but there was something else in his gaze, too. Something deeper that you couldn’t quite name, but made your heart pound a little bit harder.

Looking away from his searing gaze, you refocused on sucking Steve’s cock and reveling in the feeling of Bucky’s dick in your pussy while his thumb stayed buried in your ass.

The three of you lapsed into silence, save for the grunts and groans from Steve, and the rumbling growls from Bucky as he kept his self-control on a tightly held leash and fucked you in firm, steady strokes. Your own sounds were muffled by Steve’s cock, but the soft, wet noises added to the small cacophony of pleasure filling your ears.

Finally, when Steve’s cock was twitching and so slick with your spit that he was sliding easily into your throat, he used his hand on your head to gently pull you off him. When you glanced up at him, though, he wasn’t looking at you. Craning your head to look over your shoulder, you saw Bucky give his best friend a nod and you realized he must’ve shared your fantasy with Steve.

The realization didn’t bother you, and you paused. It should bother you that your boyfriend shared something so intimate about you with his best friend, shouldn’t it? But you found you didn’t mind, because you liked Steve. Not only did you like him, you trusted him. 

If you’d been able to think about it more, you might’ve realized that what you were beginning to feel for Steve was deeper than like and trust, but your boyfriend’s best friend was moving, dragging your attention back to the moment and the heat building steadily in your core.

Steve ducked forward to capture your lips in a quick kiss, tasting himself on your lips before he shifted up onto his knees, moving closer to you to line up the tip of his cock with your mouth. With one fist wrapped around the base of his length, Steve ran the tip along your pouting lower lip, leaving a trail of precum that you eagerly licked up.

“Eager little cum slut, aren’t you, sweetheart?” Steve rumbled with a low chuckle. He barely gave you time to grin and nod before he was pushing his cock between your lips like he was too impatient to wait for your answer when your hot mouth was so close to his hard length. “That’s it, take my cock—I’ll fill your slutty tummy with all the come in my balls.”

When he was buried in your throat, you moaned as loudly as you could manage, a shiver racing down your spine as you basked in the feeling of being filled from both ends. Bucky’s thick, hard cock was buried to the hilt in your pussy, his thumb still filling your ass, and Steve’s dick was pressed so deep in your throat, you could only breathe through your nose.

“Careful, Stevie,” Bucky warned, but there was more warmth than menace in his tone. “If you keep spoiling my girl, you might have to join us more often.” He pulled his hips back, until only the tip of his cock remained inside you, before snapping them forward more forcefully against your ass. The sharp smacking sound of flesh meeting flesh met your ears and you moaned again.

“Jesus, Buck,” Steve groaned, his cock twitching in your throat as he grabbed the sides of your head and began to pump shallowly into your mouth. “I might finally move back to Brooklyn if you promise I can fuck your girl with you on the regular.” He bit back a moan, gritting his teeth as he fucked your mouth faster, matching Bucky’s pace. “I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of burying my dick in one of your girl’s tight holes.”

You purred in pleasure at Steve’s praise, the corners of your mouth curling into a faint smile as he spread your lips to bury his cock in your throat. Your boyfriend’s best friend grunted in pleasure and he shoved harder into your mouth, pushing your nose against his abdomen until you were fully pinned between the two men and impaled on their cocks. 

It was heaven, your mind floating with ecstasy as you gave yourself over to sensation. The slick drag of Bucky’s cock in your cunt, fucking Steve’s come deeper into you as he pounded your hole while he used his thumb in your ass to pull you back onto his hard length. Steve’s cock was thick and throbbing and delicious on your tongue, your lips closing around him to suck on his hardness as much as you could.

“Shoulda known the only way to get you back to Brooklyn was luring you with my girl’s pussy,” Bucky grunted, laughter in his voice. His hips slapped roughly against your ass, his free hand kneading your soft flesh and making you moan around Steve’s cock. “You can stay with us while you look for a place,” he offered, his tone snarky despite his obvious arousal. 

Pleasure swirled through your body, filling your head with fog, and it took you a long moment to understand Bucky’s words. If it had been anyone else, you might’ve been annoyed at Bucky for offering to let someone stay with you both without asking you first, but because it was Steve, you didn’t mind. In fact, the idea of Steve staying at the brownstone you and Bucky called home sounded perfect—not the least of which because it meant he and your boyfriend could fuck you whenever they wanted.

Your response to your boyfriend’s offer was delayed by the consuming pleasure they were giving you. So you moaned your delight belatedly at what the men were discussing, making them both chuckle. 

Steve stroked his thumb over your hollowed cheek, tilting your face up so he could look into your eyes while he kept fucking your throat. 

“You like the sound of that, sweetheart?” he asked, his tone patronizingly sweet. “Are you so much of a needy slut that you need two cocks to keep your cunt satisfied?”

Before you had a chance to nod or offer some other answer in the affirmative, Bucky huffed a laugh and spanked your ass lightly, the sound cracking through the hotel suite’s bedroom.

“Oh, she’s definitely that much of a slut,” he rumbled, his tone thick with love and affection, making you purr again. “Aren’t you, baby?” 

Obediently, you nodded your head, bobbing your mouth on Steve’s cock in the process and pulling a grunt from him even as both men laughed at your response. The boys fell silent again as they focused on fucking you, but your boyfriend didn’t seem able to stay quiet for long.

“If you do stay with us, watch out, Stevie—my girl loves sucking cock first thing in the morning.”

Your heart raced with excitement at the implication of Bucky’s words. It was one thing to be fucked by your boyfriend and his best friend in a random hotel room across the country from your home. It was another thing entirely for your boyfriend to let you wake up his best friend with a blow job. 

You couldn’t help but wonder if, in this hypothetical situation, Bucky was watching you suck Steve’s cock first thing in the morning. And, if so, was he in bed with his best friend… You began to suspect you and your boyfriend had a few things to talk about once he and his best friend were done fucking you.

“You kidding me, Buck?” Steve rasped, pulling your attention back to the present. “Waking up and immediately draining my balls in your girl’s perfect mouth sounds like a fucking dream.” 

He groaned, fucking your mouth harder, his thumbs swiping away the few tears that were falling onto your cheeks. Your heart beat harder, loving the way Steve was with you, so rough and gentle at the same time. So much like how Bucky treated you. 

“Fuck, sweetheart, you’d always have the taste of my cock on your tongue if I had anything to say about it,” Steve cooed down at you, making you hum happily as pleasure swirled through you. Your lips curled, trying to smile as much as you could manage as you stared up at Steve.

“Fucking hell, Stevie,” Bucky growled, sounding angry at his best friend’s words, but you could feel the way his cock twitched inside you. 

Steve, though, wasn’t afforded the knowledge of Bucky’s body’s reaction to the thought of your mouth always tasting like his best friend’s come and he laughed abashedly. 

“Sorry, Buck, ‘m sure you don’t wanna be thinking about my cock while you’re kissing your girl.” 

Your boyfriend was uncharacteristically silent for a long beat, and both men slowed their movements. Steve’s hips stuttered to a stop with your face pressed to his abdomen so you couldn’t look up and see what was happening. 

The men must’ve been exchanging a wordless look because you could feel the energy in the room changing. It was uncertain at first, then tentative, then all-consuming.

“Fuck,” Steve wheezed, his chest heaving with deep breaths as he grabbed your head and held you still so he could pound into your mouth.

“Fuck ‘er good, Stevie,” Bucky rumbled, his command drenched in desire. “Fill her mouth with your come, and coat her tongue in it.” 

Behind you, your boyfriend’s thrusts turned hard and rough, his thumb sliding free from your ass so he could grab your hips hard. His fingers dug into your plush curves hard enough, you knew he was going to give you a second set of bruises to match the ones Steve had left. Something about that felt perfectly right.

As for you, you were pinned so firmly between the two men, all you could do was suck Steve’s cock and moan at the ravenous pleasure burning through your body. 

It wasn’t long before Steve’s length twitched against your tongue and he pulled back until only the tip of his cock was in your mouth. He groaned loudly a second before he erupted in your mouth, filling it with rope after rope of his come, just like Bucky had told him to. 

It covered your tongue and slid down your throat, and you worked to swallow all of it while Steve furiously jacked off the rest of his stiff length, making sure he drained every drop from his balls.

As Steve came, Bucky’s hand curved around your hip and slipped between your thighs, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing it hard just the way he knew you liked. In just a few seconds, Bucky had you shattering apart beneath him, your body trembling as you moaned around Steve’s softening cock, the vibrations making one last rope fall onto your tongue.

Your boyfriend must’ve been holding out for your release, because at the first clench of your cunt around his hard length, he was groaning. Bucky’s cock throbbed in your pussy and he buried himself to the root, filling you up with even more come and painting your cunt with his spend. 

The three of you writhed together as you each drew out each other’s orgasms. Your mouth popped off the end of Steve’s cock to suckle on his balls, making him shudder and let out the most tortured groan that was music to your ears. Bucky kept fucking you through the aftershocks of your release, ensuring every drop of his come was buried deep in your cunt.

Finally, when all three of you were exhausted and sated, you collapsed together on the soft hotel mattress. Bucky’s arm wrapped around your front and he hauled you up the bed to settle on your back against the pillows between him and Steve. Your legs were all tangled together and you couldn’t help the blissed out, happy smile that spread across your face as you looked from one man to the other.

“That was fucking amazing, sweetheart,” Steve murmured against your cheek before pressing a sweet kiss to your sweat-slick skin.

Bucky chuckled but nodded his agreement, dropping a kiss to your shoulder. “You were such a good girl, baby, you took both of us so well.” His fingers were dancing over your ribs, making you giggle and melt beneath their affectionate kisses and warm praise.

But something was niggling at you, a reminder of the moment Bucky and Steve had shared while they’d been buried inside you. The words Bucky had growled to his best friend flitted through your mind and you cut your eyes to your boyfriend, before shifting your gaze to his best friend, wondering if either of them were going to bring them up.

The energy in the room wasn’t awkward, but you could tell by the way they weren’t looking at each other, and were only paying attention to you that neither of them was going to revisit what was said between them in the heat of the moment. Rolling your eyes to yourself and huffing a silent sigh, you reached up and grabbed Steve by the back of the neck, pulling him to you for a messy kiss. 

He groaned when he tasted himself on your tongue and you could feel the corner of his mouth curl in a self-satisfied smile. But before the kiss could last too long, and too much of Steve’s taste could be washed from your tongue, you pulled away.

Turning to Bucky, you looked your boyfriend deep in the eye, a question in the slight raise of your brow. It took him a moment to understand what you were doing, but when he did, his gaze darkened with desire and his eyes dropped to your mouth. 

Then Bucky was kissing you—no, devouring you. His tongue plunged into your mouth and stroked against yours like he was licking it clean. A deep, guttural groan shuddered through your boyfriend when he tasted his best friend’s come on your tongue, and you could feel his cock twitch against your hip. 

Bucky kissed you until Steve’s taste was gone, and then he kissed you some more, his mouth worshipping yours in a way that stole your breath from your lungs. When he pulled away, he gave you a long, loving look, before his eyes lifted to his best friend. 

The men stared at each other for a long moment. You waited quietly between them with bated breath, wondering what would happen next…

For years to come, Bucky and Steve would fight good-naturedly over who leaned in first—who took that leap forward to turn their friendship into something more. Both of them would boast that they were the brave one. 

And every time they had their little fight, you’d get to tell Bucky and Steve that they both leaned forward at exactly the same second. That was the truth, and you knew because you’d been there to witness their first kiss.

Bucky and Steve’s mouths came together in a primal clashing of teeth and tongues, their lips consuming each other as they both groaned low in their chests. Years and years of friendship, and the something more that had been simmering beneath it, came to the surface, both men pouring their feelings into their kiss.

All you could do was watch, part of you shocked and part of you entirely unsurprised.

It was a wondrous thing to behold, your boyfriend kissing his oldest friend with just as much fervor as he kissed you after being gone on a long film shoot. They were both so gluttonous for each other, and you could feel the depth of their love changing as the kiss slowed into something tender.

You’d have been lying if you’d said the sight of Bucky and Steve kissing hadn’t rekindled the heat in your body that had been sated just moments before. But it helped that you could feel both of their cocks twitching and hardening against your hips while their hands buried in each other’s hair.

Since you didn’t want to ruin the moment for either of them, but you also couldn’t remain still, not with your pussy pulsing desperately for attention, you slipped your hand between your legs. You trailed your fingers through the mess of wetness dripping from your cunt, pushing both men’s come back into your hole as you watched your boyfriend make out with his best friend in front of you.

You must’ve made a sound—or your thoroughly sopping wet pussy did—because Bucky and Steve finally pulled away from each other. Your boyfriend’s gaze dropped immediately to where you were fingering yourself, chuckling a low, filthy laugh.

“Looks like our girl doesn’t appreciate being left out, Stevie,” Bucky commented, using his grip on Steve’s hair to tilt his best friend’s head down to look at your cunt.

You spread your thighs, showing the men how you were using your fingers to push their combined releases back into your cunt, letting out a wanton moan as you watched their eyes darken further with desire. 

“Mm,” Steve rumbled in agreement, flicking his gaze back up to Bucky’s. “Think we should do something about that, Buck?” he asked, humor in his tone. “After all, our girl’s been so good for us today.”

You whined a little at that, agreeing without words as you shoved a second finger into your well-used cunt, trying to sate some of the desire that was burning through your body with a renewed hunger. 

“That she has,” Bucky agreed, still talking to Steve like you weren’t even there. Something about that—about both of them ganging up on you, made you hotter, wetter, and your thighs fell open even further. 

Before you could take a breath deep enough to let out another whine, Bucky was rolling over and grabbing some lube from the bedside table and tossing it to Steve. Then the boys were hauling you up from the bed and arranging you on your knees between them, your back to Steve’s chest. 

He was firm and steady behind you, his heart beating against your spine with just as much excitement as you felt in your belly. 

You could feel Steve messing around with the lube, but your attention was solely on Bucky, who was pumping his thick cock in his fist. You could still see the sheen of your release on his thick length, but you didn’t have time to appreciate that when he was pulling you onto his lap. Bucky impaled your pussy on his cock, shifting your weight to lay against his chest so Steve could spread your ass.

Steve’s cock pressed against your tight rosebud and both men used their hands to soothe your body and urge you to relax for them. Bucky cooed praises in your ear, telling you what a good girl you were for him and Steve. Your boyfriend caught your lips in a lazy kiss while Steve worked his cock into your ass, huffing and puffing the whole time.

“Fuck, I can feel you inside her, Buck,” Steve wheezed when he was fully seated inside you. His head dropped to your shoulder, pressing kisses along your back while the three of you got used to the feeling of being joined together. “She’s so fucking tight.”

You could practically hear the muscle in Steve’s jaw pop as he gritted his teeth. His cock twitched in your ass, making both you and Bucky moan. It felt so perfect, having them both inside you, filling you. You didn’t think you would ever get enough of having Bucky and Steve inside you at the same time, overwhelming you as they pressed you between their broad bodies.

“Mm, you’re making her tighter, Stevie,” Bucky murmured against your lips. Then he pulled back so he could look into your eye. “You doing ok, baby?” he asked, checking in with you. His eyes were filled with concern, but it wasn’t warranted.

“Sooo good,” you moaned, your voice drenched in pleasure and a dazed smile curling your lips, “feel sooo full.” 

You swayed a little, and your hands searched for something to grab onto, finding Bucky’s hand with one and Steve’s with the other. Their fingers laced with yours, their other hands on either side of your hips, holding you between them. 

You couldn’t stop thinking about how perfect and right it felt to be with them, before your thoughts were scattering at the sensation of them shifting inside you. A broken moan fell from your lips.

“I don’t think she’s gonna last much longer, Stevie,” Bucky warned, his voice a low rumble, his hips beginning to rock and fuck you on his cock. 

Steve huffed a laugh, rolling his hips in tandem with Bucky. “I don’t think I’m gonna last much longer, Buck,” he rasped. “Our girl’s ass is so fucking tight, I feel like I could blow any second.”

You whined at the comment, unable to form the words to protest that idea, and Bucky immediately understood your distress. 

“Don’t worry, baby, we’d never get off without getting you off first,” he assured you, ducking forward for a quick kiss as your bodies writhed together.

At the same time, both Bucky and Steve’s hands slid down between your thighs. There was a moment of hesitation from both men, and you could practically feel them exchanging a look over your shoulder, but then their fingers slotted together, the tips finding your clit. 

You didn’t know which of them was rubbing you or if they both were—and you didn’t care. You just felt the burst of pleasure bloom from between your thighs and spread in a warm wave through your body. Your head fell back on Steve’s shoulder as you rocked between their firm, muscular bodies, their cocks filling you up so much you felt like they were imprinting themselves on your soul.

Though it was difficult with how tired you were, you kept your eyes cracked open, staring at Bucky and Steve, a part of you wishing they’d kiss again—knowing they both wanted to. But instead, they kept exchanging heated glances, their gazes darting from you to each other.

Still, their hands curled together against your pussy as they fucked you and got you off together. You squeezed their hands in your own and they smiled, first at each other, then at you. You could feel something building between the three of you. Not just your pleasure, but something deeper, a bond that you knew was going to be the foundation of your new life together.

Spurred by Bucky and Steve’s cocks and their fingers on your clit, your release rolled over you like the crashing of a thunderstorm, shaking you to your core. The tightening of your body pushed both men over the edge at the same time, and they grunted and groaned their pleasure as the three of you rode out your releases together.

That time, when you collapsed to the bed, you were all finally fully sated. 

Soft words and praises were exchanged as the three of you cleaned up in the bathroom, Bucky and Steve taking turns washing you in the shower before they scrubbed off themselves. 

When you were towel dried and clad in one of Bucky’s t-shirts, Steve left the suit to grab his things from the room he’d also booked in the hotel. You’d grumbled at that, not wanting him to leave even for a moment, but Bucky distracted you with a kiss while Steve ducked out.

While Steve was gone, Bucky used the opportunity to wrap you up in his arms and ask if you were ok with everything that had happened. 

“Bucky,” you murmured, rolling onto your back on the bed, pulling him with you so his head lay on your chest and your legs tangled together. “I’m more than ok—everything we did tonight feels right. Didn’t it?” 

Bucky hummed in thought as you raked your nails through his hair, scratching lightly at his scalp in the way you knew he liked. “Yeah, it did,” he admitted after a moment. You could feel his smile through the cotton of your shirt a moment before he lifted up, his mouth finding yours in a slow, sweet kiss. 

When he moved back to lay on your chest, he squeezed you tight, murmuring his love for you into your sternum, right above your beating heart. You carded your fingers through his hair, trailing them over his bare shoulders since he’d only put on a pair of boxer briefs to sleep in.

By the time Steve returned, you and Bucky were half asleep, laying entwined in the bed that was more than big enough for the three of you. Still, Steve paused at the edge of the bed, wearing his own pair of boxer briefs, and looked at the two of you as if unsure whether he should join you.

“Room for one more?” Steve asked, and you could hear the hesitance in his voice. 

A soft smile curved the corners of your mouth and you took a second to look at Steve. He was just as handsome in the dim light of the hotel suite as he’d been in the bright sunshine on Hollywood Boulevard, but you felt more than just excitement seeing him. 

You may not have loved him—yet—but you knew you could love Steve just as much as you loved Bucky. And you suspected Bucky’s feelings for his best friend were well on their way there already. 

Steve wasn’t just some Hollywood heartthrob to you anymore, or even just your boyfriend’s best friend. He was yours, and Bucky’s, just like you and Bucky were his.

Raising your arm to gesture Steve into bed, a giggle slipped from your lips when you realized you and Bucky had reached for him at the same time. 

“There’s plenty of room for one more, Stevie,” Bucky rumbled, beckoning his best friend to get into bed. 

“Yeah, Stevie, come cuddle,” you said, laughter making your voice lighter. 

Steve shot you both one of his devastatingly charming smiles and then he was crawling into the bed and sliding beneath the covers. He curled into your side, laying his head beside yours on the pillow and the three of you finally settled down. 

Before sleep pulled you under, you felt Steve and Bucky lace their fingers together against your hip, their hands holding onto each other as they both held onto you. With a happy smile on your face, you fell asleep, looking forward to starting the new day with Bucky and Steve. 

There wasn’t just room for one more in the bed—there was room for one more in your life with Bucky, and you were so happy to have Steve join you both.

[buck-star]

bucky eating you out while steve eats your ass! that lil shit is such a closeted freak. bucky is too, just not as closeted LOL

loves to tease steve about how much he likes eating your ass until one day he’s like “keep talking shit” and eats bucky’s ass and bucky is just on cloud 9 😛

Better than thought

Bucky loves to tease Steve about his way to pleasure you, even though it’s better than he thought.

Pairing: Boyfriend!Bucky Barnes x Boyfriend!Steve Rogers x Girlfriend!Reader

Wordcount: 3.890 Words

Warnings/Tags: established relationship, petnames [bay doll, princess, King grumpy, Majesty Sunshine], possessive, grumpy, poly relationship, smut [oral (fem!/male!rec), oral pussy/ass, fingering, handjob, squirting, cum, humping, praises]

Authors Note: Thanks for the request. Waking up and reading such a filthy thing is… needs a day filled with writing because this thought didn’t want to leave my mind, so here. Divider made by me.

Events: Stucky Bingo [SB6010 | B3 | Writing Format: Second Person | @stuckybingo], Sweet Spicy Bingo: Beginnings Bingo [Row Three-Three | First Orgasm | @sweetspicybingo]

Masterlist | Stucky Masterlist

The sun is painting your bedroom in a beautiful yellow-orange when the sun goes up. You're snuggled with your face into Bucky's chest, while Steve has his strong arms wrapped around your waist to keep your back pressed against his chest.

Bucky turns slowly; after a while, the sun on his face is too bright to keep sleeping, plus both of your two super soldiers love to stay up earlier. Or wake up early to watch you sleeping like creeps - or puppies in love. You're not sure which fits better, because they are cute, but it's also weird and funny to know that they watch you while you're sleeping.

"Mornin'," Steve grumbles, pulling you even closer against his chest. Bucky chuckles, a low rumble leaves his chest, and he turns on his side to place an arm over your waist, his fingertips tracing Steve's stomach slightly. "Gonna come run and go to the gym with me?"

Bucky shakes his head, bringing his face to your shoulder and hiding it. He can be such a grumpy face in the morning, and it can be pretty funny when he's all grumpy and doesn't talk. Bucky's mostly growling, but even though you don't get many words out of the man in the mornings, you and Steve love it.

"So, you want to be grumpy and pull her into your grumpiness with you?" Steve jokes and Bucky growls once again. This time it's muffled with his face buried in the crook of your neck. Steve can't help the low chuckles slipping past his lips. He's bringing his hand to Bucky's head, stroking a few of his strands behind his hair. "Sleepy head and grumpy face working together, huh?"

"Mhm," Bucky hums, his tone sounding more happy this time. Steve keeps stroking his fingers along Bucky's cheekbone a while longer, his ocean blue eyes lingering on the both of you.

"You know, your lovely muscles - the ones you adore so much, especially when you can make them bulge in front of her—they need some training too," Steve keeps teasing the brunette. Bucky ignores him, pressing his face further into your neck, inhaling your sweet scent.

"Loves them anyway," Bucky mumbles, and Steve's eyes widen. He barely gets a word out of his boyfriend's mouth when he just woke up. Steve chuckles, nodding; he pulls his hand slowly away and turns around to get out of the bed. "'N you too, majesty sunshine."

"Really, King grumpy?" Steve laughs at the nickname. Both of them got these nicknames after you noticed their different ways of behavior after waking up. Steve is - no matter how bad or cold the weather is - a sunshine. And Bucky is - no matter how sunny or warm it is - a grumpy face in the mornings. So, you called them by that name, and somehow they love it so much to tease one another that they keep the nicknames.

Steve gets out of the bed, chuckling still. Bucky pulls you even closer, tangling your legs with his while he sighs softly in your neck. His grip around your waist tightens, and he kisses the soft skin of your neck.

"Mine... all mine," he grumbles. Steve dresses himself, a soft smile spread on his lips. A few minutes later he leaves the room, ready for his run and his training afterwards. Both of them know that you sleep at least one or two hours more, but Bucky refuses to leave the bed and get cold himself or get the bed cold so you would freeze.

Bucky keeps mumbling something between praises and possessive words. When you slowly wake up after a while, he pulls you even closer, nuzzling your cheek. You're practically pressed into him, arms and legs tangled together, and you giggle softly when you feel his stubble against your soft skin.

"Possessive baby?" You mumble, and Bucky nods, agreeing to your question. He is always possessive when it comes to you or Steve. And he's gladly your baby when you want it, when it makes you giggle even more. "Big baby, aren't you? Did you throw Stevie out of the bed?"

Bucky nods, smirking slightly. "Mhm, he's sleeping on the ground now," he grumbles, earning another giggle from you. "You should giggle more often; it's cute."

"It makes the grumpy's heart melt?" You tease, and Bucky grumbles but nods once more. Of course, your giggles make everyone's heart melt, just like Steve's and Bucky's wouldn't dare to deny that because he knows it's true. No matter how grumpy he is, you're always making him happy.

"Mhm, yeah. Now, come closer," he grumbles, and you raise one of your eyebrows. Bucky chuckles low in his throat, turning the two of you until he's on top of you. "Yeah, we can be closer; don't try to tell me we can't. I can lie on top of you, and then you have me on top, on your left and on your right."

You laugh as best as you can with his weight on top of you. But he's right, his arms caging you in on both sides, and he's on top of you. Bucky hums happily, leaning his head down on your shoulder, kissing the soft skin softly.

"My baby doll. All mine," he mumbles against you. "Say it, baby doll, pleaseeeeee?"

You sigh and nod. "I'm all yours, grumpy baby."

Bucky lifts his head, grinning at you. After a moment you narrow your eyes. Your boyfriend usually eats breakfast before you get up, but today he's still in bed, cuddled up with you.

"Aren't you hungry?" You ask, a bit confused. Bucky shakes his head a bit before his grin widens and his eyes darken slightly. "But you haven-" You gasp when he pulls the blanket away and slides down, hovering with his head over your lower stomach. "Do we have a 'King grumpy is possessive' day?"

"Mhm, mine. Gonna have my breakfast now; let Stevie hear what he misses when he makes his workout instead of cuddling and eating with us," Bucky mumbles. His hands snake down your sides, curling around the waistband of your panties to pull them down. With a low growl, he decides to rip them off your body, too impatient and too lazy to move.

"Bucky!" You whine when you see the scattered fabric of your panties. Bucky grins, pushing your legs wider apart before he lowers his head and inhales deeply. A moan escapes your lips, his breath warm and teasing at your wet folds.

"Mhm, so pretty, all wet and ready for me, baby doll," he whispers, kissing your folds. His tongue licks a fat strap from your leaking entrance to your clit, circling the bundle of nerves a bit.

You moan, arching your back. Your hands gripping the sheets tightly while Bucky uses his talented tongue to get more of these sweet noises out of you. His hands rubbing up and down your thighs, steadying you a bit when he delivers such pleasure. Your hips rolling against his face, and Bucky chuckles when he keeps kissing your clit.

Bucky teases you when he pulls his head back slightly. Your hands shooting into his hair, gripping his brown strands tightly to pull him closer to your pussy.

A low hum escapes your boyfriend's lips when he dives his tongue through your wet folds once more. His strong hands gripping your thighs tightly to keep them spread wide. "Tasting so good, baby doll."

Your back arches, and you grip his hair tightly, trying to bring his skilled mouth even closer - if that's even possible. Bucky groans, kissing your clit when you tug at his hair. His eyes finding yours, his mouth never leaving your most sensitive parts.

"Need me to take a break, baby doll?" He asks, his voice rough. Bucky's usual blue eyes darkened, lust written all over his features. His plump lips finding their way to your clit, kissing and sucking softly at the soft bundle of nerves.

"N-No, please," you whine, arching your back. Your legs are trembling, and Bucky grins before he buries his face between your thighs once again. Whines and moans leave your lips, your head thrown back into the pillow while you pull Bucky even closer against your throbbing cunt.

"Can't get enough of me eating you out, can you, baby doll?" Bucky whispers, blowing a bit of cool air against your neglected entrance. You whimper, thrusting your hips against him to get more friction.

"She can't get enough of me eating her ass either," another rough voice comes from the door of the room. You turn your head; your eyes widen when you see your other boyfriend standing in the doorframe. His short hair is perfectly styled, and you really want to run your fingers through it to ruin the perfection.

Your eyes move lower over his chest and abs, still glistening in sweat from his workout. He's completely undressed, like always after his workouts; Steve always puts his sweaty clothes in the wash. You wonder why his hair is so perfect, maybe because of all the sweat. However, it's perfect, and the light of the room makes his body glistening softly. Saliva almost drools out of the corner of your mouth when your eyes settle on his hard cock.

Steve is shamelessly stroking the thick length in his calloused hand. He grins at you, noticing where you're looking at. His tip is leaking pre-cum, and you lick your lips instinctively. "That's what you need? My cock down your throat while Bucky eats your pussy? Or do you prefer getting your ass eaten out?

A whine creeps up your throat when Steve laughs, his eyes settling on Bucky, who still eats you like you're the most delicious thing he has ever tasted. He hums, playing with your clit until you almost scream from the pleasure that's rushing through your body. Though, it's still not quiet enough to throw you over the edge.

"Say please," Steve commands. The moment you try to open your mouth to ask him nicely to give you his cock, Bucky thrusts two of his thick fingers into you. You moan loudly, your body tenses, and your legs tremble around your boyfriend while you come.

Bucky smirks, thrusting his fingers against your spongy spot, causing you to squirt over his hand. "There she is, such a good girl, baby doll. Now let's see if Stevie can make you cum better eating your ass than I did, huh?"

Steve chuckles, shaking his head but walking closer to your - accepting Bucky's challenge. Since the brunette is always making jokes and teasing Steve about his obsession with your ass, he now has the perfect chance to show Bucky that he can make you come just as hard as Bucky when he plays with your cunt. Bucky kisses your thighs a few times, causing you to whimper while you slowly come down from your orgasm.

Both of your boyfriends change places. Steve grabs your hips, turning you around. Your arms and legs feel too weak to hold you up, so you let yourself fall flat down on your belly. Both men start laughing, admiring your sweet, fucked-out form.

"Princess, I need you on your hands and knees," Steve mumbles softly, letting one of his hands run up and down your back when his other grabs your hips to help you get up slightly. You growl, as much as you want this, as much as you want to take a break before he brings you to another orgasm.

The three of you know that you can take more than one orgasm, but you also know that Steve is just as skilled as Bucky, even when he eats your ass instead of your pussy.

"Good girl," Steve praises when you bring your knees underneath you and lift your ass into the air. Your face still pressed into the pillow underneath, and you sigh softly when he kisses from your neck down to your ass. "Mhm, good girl, such a good girl for us."

Steve kneels down on the ground behind you, pulling you closer to the edge of the bed. His hands move to your ass, squeezing and rubbing your cheeks softly. Bucky undresses himself, his ocean blue eyes on you, a wide grin on his face.

"Yeah, let's see if our ass obsession is making you cum better than I can, shall we?" Bucky chuckles, walking around the bed to kneel down on it and crawl close to you. Steve shakes his head, raising an eyebrow before he leans closer to kiss the soft flesh of your ass cheeks.

You moan, looking up at Bucky, who grips you underneath your arms to pull you up. You pout, placing your hands underneath you to hold you up. Bucky's crotch is the same height as your face, the tip of his dick red and leaking.

He wraps his hand around his thick shaft, bringing the tip to your lips. Bucky sneaks his pre-cum all over your lips, letting you lick it away before he slowly pushes in. You immediately swirl your tongue around his cock, taking him slowly down your throat. Bucky groans, throwing his head back while he thrusts in and out of you. One of his hands is tangled in your hair to keep you in place while he rubs the other over your neck and shoulders. Something he always does when both of your men use your hole for your and their own pleasure.

Meanwhile, Steve keeps kissing you, helping you to relax a bit more after the first orgasm you had. "Ready to get your ass eaten like never before, princess?"

You moan around Bucky's thick shaft. Steve often made you come like that before, but somehow his voice has that mischievousness and holding a promise that he will make you come like he has never done before. You wiggle your ass, humming low in your throat.

Steve chuckles, his tongue licking a fat strap from your cunt to your puckered hole. Your back immediately arches, and you whine around Bucky's dick. His rips rutting against your face, his balls coated in your saliva and smearing it all over your chin.

"Mhm," Steve groans, trying to push his tongue inside of you. His hands spread out your ass cheeks, and he kept pressing against your tightest hole. He slowly breaks through the muscles, grinning against your skin when he works the tip of his tongue in and out of you.

One of his big hands snakes around your waist to your clit. You shriek, trying to crawl away from the pleasure he delivers. But Bucky and Steve hold you in place, Bucky's cock down your throat and his hands on your shoulders, while Steve keeps one on your waist and one still playing with your clit.

"S-Stevie..." you whine, arching your back. He chuckles, two of his fingers thrust into your cunt. You almost scream around Bucky's cock; they both know you too well to give you a chance to control your body or orgasm.

Your legs give out, and you almost fall forward into the pillow, but your men's strength keeps you in position. Your cum is squirting out of you, your body shaking, and tears roll down your cheeks from the pleasure. Steve doesn't let go of you until your orgasm has faded, and you pull off Bucky's cock to roll on your back.

You're breathing heavily, and you whimper slightly when Steve gets closer, kissing you softly. He lets you taste yourself, growling into your mouth before he pulls away softly. "Good girl, you did so good for us. Now, who made you come better?"

With a roll of your eyes and a chuckle, you point at both of your boyfriends. While Steve looks satisfied with your answer that him eating your ass is as good as Bucky eating your pussy, your brunette boyfriend frowns.

"You can't really mean that eating ass makes you feel so good, can you?" Bucky asks, tilting his head slightly. Steve laughs, pushing up; he holds his hand out for Bucky to take, and he does. With narrowed eyes and slight uncertainty on his face, he lets Steve guide him to where you were kneeling on the bed for them.

"Let's find out, shall we?" Steve pushes Bucky with his chest first on the bed. Bucky's legs are still on the ground, while his ass is directed to Steve. "Princess, do me the favor and sit down on Bucky's back; he needs something to strap him down, or else our big boy squirms too much."

Bucky growls, trying to push up, but with a still fucked-out expression and a smirk on your lips, you crawl closer and sit down on Bucky's back. Your wetness rubbing over his back, and he moans at the feeling of your cum all over his skin.

"Fuck, Stevie, she's so wet," Bucky groans. Steve chuckles low in his throat, kneeling down again before he kisses Bucky's ass cheeks, his tongue licking over his puckered hole, and Bucky immediately hisses. He grips the sheets underneath him tightly, cursing under his breath.

"Feels good, huh?" Steve laughs, probing at Bucky's hole. The blond man growls when he feels the tightness of his boyfriend. "Your ass is even tighter than hers."

Bucky rolls his eyes, earning a slap on his ass. Steve doesn't even have to look at Bucky to know what he just did. He brings one of his hands to the brunette cock, stroking it slowly while he keeps probing at the tight ring of muscles.

After a moment he finally breaks through the tightness. His fingers tighten around the other man's cock, while you start humping on Bucky's back, making him whine and squirm slightly. "Fuck, Stevie, please."

Steve grins against Bucky's skin, keeping his pace slow but tightening the grip around Bucky's cock with every stroke a bit more. After a moment he lifts his head, peppering soft kisses over the soft skin of Bucky's ass.

"Look at our girl, getting off while you get your ass eaten, Buck," Steve laughs. He lowers his head again, pushing his tongue inside of Bucky once more. Steve speeds up, making Bucky whine even more. His grip on the sheets almost rips them apart while he tries to arch his back with you still on top of him.

"Fuckkkk, please, Steve, fuck, fuck." Bucky moans, feeling the coil in his stomach tighten further. Steve laughs, speeding the movements of his hand around Bucky's cock up, loving that he's right - ass eating is giving a lot more pleasure than Bucky wanted to believe or admit.

"Mhm, Stevie, making him," you hum, bringing your fingers to your clit to rub it in harsh circles. You're determined to come with Bucky, and from the noises he makes, you know he's close, needing just a few more strokes before his orgasm crashes over him.

"You should see our girl, Buck. Touching herself, wanting to come so bad with you. She's not as fucked out as we thought after two orgasms," Steve says, between licks over Bucky's puckered hole. Bucky's hole clenches, his whole body tensing when the coil in his stomach snaps and his cum coats Steve's hand and the floor.

Steve slows down, watching you while you come once again. Bucky and you are panting, sweat coating both of your bodies while you both ride out your orgasms. The blond leans down once again to Bucky's puckered hole, pushing his tongue inside of him again to force more of the white liquid out of the brunette.

"Fuck... this-" Bucky groans, around, keeping you on top of him. You're not sure how he managed, but you don't really care. Bucky pulls you down on his chest, kissing you softly. "Get why you love your ass eaten so much. Got off while Steve made me cum, naughty girl."

You giggle, ready to snuggle into your boyfriend's, but Bucky lays you down next to him, his lips lingering on your forehead for a moment longer before he looks at Steve.

"Let's find out how fast we can make you cum," Bucky mutters with a grin. Steve shakes his head, lifting his hands, knowing what Bucky's tactic is to make him cum as fast as possible while still giving him all the pleasure he wants.

Bucky gets off the bed, his legs still wobbly, but he reaches out to pull Steve closer, going down on his knees in front of him. Bucky leans his head back, smirking, his blue eyes locked with Steve's.

"I want you to take what you need, Steve," he growls low in his throat, bringing one of his hands to the other man's cock. Steve moans, throwing his head back. His hands find their way into Bucky's brown locks, pulling him closer to his cock.

Instead of taking Steve's cock in his mouth, he lowers himself further, licking and sucking softly at the blond's balls. Steve whimpers, a sound he only makes when one of you plays with his balls - something you discovered by accident when you wanted to tease him, just to find out he loves when you play with them.

"There you go, Steve," Bucky chuckles, taking them slowly into his mouth. You watch your boyfriend, smirking at the pleasurable expression on Steve's face. Bucky keeps stroking the other man's cock, slowly, to keep the focus of Steve on Bucky's mouth around his balls.

"B-Buck..." Steve moans, his hips rutting and his cock twitching already. More pre-cum leaks down his tip, and Bucky grins. He keeps looking up, his eyes on Steve's face. When the blond-haired man looks down, he comes. The sight of Bucky - on his knees, mouth full of Steve's balls, while he strokes the thick shaft of the other man - is too much for Steve to hold back his orgasm. The cum shooting onto Bucky's face and in his brown locks.

"Mhm," Bucky hums, leaning back and licking the tip of Steve's cock clean. A whimper leaves the other man's lips, his cock feeling too sensitive. Bucky uses his fingers to clean his face a bit, sucking the cum off his fingers. "Tasting good, Stevie."

"This shouldn't be so hot; it makes me wet again," you pout. Bucky turns toward you, a grin playing around his lips.

"It doesn't need me to suck Steve's balls to make you wet after you came three times where you squirted two times for us," Bucky laughs, earning a growl from you. "But yes, let's help you with your wetness; your poor puss is all neglected."

"Bucky!" You laugh, getting off the bed to walk into the bathroom. Steve and Bucky's gazes follow you. Steve's still panting but slowly calming down, his body still glistening with sweat.

"Those orgasms are better than any workouts," he mutters, chuckling softly. Bucky gets up, pulling Steve into a soft kiss, before they both follow you into the bathroom. "She's not planning to take a shower without us, is she?"

Bucky shakes his head, grinning widely. "She wouldn't dare to take a shower without us, unless she's in need of a good spanking with a few more orgasms afterward." Steve chuckles, nodding before they both follow you into the bathroom to take a shower with you.

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someone's there

Bucky x F!Reader

Summary: When you walk home from the office, someone seems to be following you home. Your best friend is not happy about that.

Word Count: 2.5K

Warnings: Stalking/Stalker-Ex BF, Domestic Abuse, Anxiety, Angry!Bucky, Protective!Bucky, Panic Attack

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You stepped out of the office, pulling your coat tighter around you against the night. It was mid-November and New York was getting colder and colder every day that passed by. You were excited about Christmas - it was one of your favourite times of the year. The lights that went up from apartment to apartment, the tree and ice rink in Rockefeller center that you and your boyfriend - Nathan - visited every year, you and Nathan driving up to Boston to meet your family. Well, your ex-boyfriend.

You'd broken up a month ago. He'd been laid off about a year ago and taken up drinking to fill the time. Nathan was not a very nice drunk. He'd yell and throw things when he was angry, which was most of the time when he was drunk, and then beg you to come back, saying that he needed you and that he'd clean up his act as soon as he got a job. You had a well-paying job - secretary to the Avengers - but Nathan was always the higher earner of the two of you. You could hardly sustain his lifestyle on your job, but you stayed. Why? You had no idea.

Nathan was a smart guy, he got picked up by some major firm headquartered in Manhattan just over a month after he got laid off. He was back to his old routine of leaving the house at 6 and coming back by 8 - you hardly saw him anymore.

And much to your dismay, the drinking didn't stop. Sure, he slowed down. He couldn't risk ruining his reputation at his new workplace. So he limited the drinking to after work. But he never stopped.

The throwing vases became throwing punches, the yelling became constant threats, consoling words became consoling sex.

You did well to hide the new bruises from your colleagues, although your act was not good enough to fool everybody. You'd let your guard down in the toilet, rolling your sleeves up to wash your hands, just as Natasha Romanoff. Yes, Natasha Romanoff aka the Black Widow aka the world's best assassin.

She didn't mention it there, but you were called to a meeting with her soon after. She sat you down with a glass of water and asked you a simple question: "Are you safe?"

Your wide eyes and trembling figure gave you away.

Nat implored you to break up with him or to at least come and live at the compound for a while - just until you figured out what you wanted to do.

You turned her offer down, stating that you were fine. You'd be fine. She fixed you with a stern glance, but even Natasha Romanoff couldn't force you to do something you didn't want.

Bucky, on the other hand, was a completely different story. He'd noticed the bruises long before Nat had, and gone out of his way to try and make your life easier. He sent you less paperwork to file, fewer menial tasks to do, and even put in a request for you to be moved to the New York office. In his eyes that meant you'd be further away from Nathan.

The next week, you both moved to Manhattan.

The bruises started to get darker, and more visible around your body. You dropped the short-sleeved dresses and low necklines in favour of long-sleeved turtlenecks with trousers.

Bucky worried for you. The dark rings around your eyes, the ghostly pallor of your skin. He was determined to save you. The only issue was he had no idea where you lived. New York was a big enough place that he'd never run into you. He knew you didn't live in Brooklyn, but that was about it.

The night where it all came to a head was after a Stark Gala. There was a group photo, where Bucky's arm rested on your hip while your arm rested on his. Nathan was pissed. He'd been sitting on the sofa when you came home, the photo open on his phone and a half-drunk bottle of whiskey in his hand. He pushed you into a wall and slapped you, his rings cutting into your face. He yelled every manner of words in your direction, calling you a 'slut' and a 'whore', and telling you that you were worthless. You cried, fresh bruises forming on your neck where he gripped you and blood dripping down your face.

You took his berating for the next few hours until Nathan retreated onto the sofa, sitting down and muttering under his breath. You opened your mouth, trying to defend yourself. Wrong move. Nathan stood up, even more agitated than before. He grabbed the bottle of whiskey that was almost finished and brought it down on your head.

The next thing you remember was waking up to 4 white walls. You were in a hospital, your hand being gripped tightly by someone. You tried to escape from the vice-like grip when a thumb ran over your knuckles. You knew those hands.

"Bucky." You whispered, your eyes still adjusting to the light. Your voice was sore from disuse, but the way that Bucky's eyes lit up, you would have thought that you were singing a love song just to him.

The calmness in your heart faded as soon as your brain caught up with you. You tried to convince Bucky that he needed to go but he shushed you gently.

"Shh. Don't stress yourself out. You're safe. I promise." The red rings around his eyes gave him away. Bucky had been crying. Over you.

You held his hand tightly that day. And the day after. And even the day after that. You weren't sure if you would ever find the strength to let go.

By the time you were out of the hospital, you'd moved back to Upstate New York - Bucky had made sure that you would never have to set foot in the city again if you didn't want to.

You returned back to work as normal - the restraining order you had filed against Nathan made your mind rest easier. The whole team was happy to have you back and smiling again, but they made sure to check in with you a hell of a lot more than they used to. Clint would swing by with an apple, and accidentally leave it at your desk - the first time, you'd felt bad and tried to return it, but you quickly caught on to his tactics. Nat would bring up game nights and movie nights, begging you to come, even if it was just you both.

But most of all, Bucky. Every day, you'd wake up to a text from him, wishing you a wonderful morning and spewing some inspirational affirmations for the start of the day. He'd bring you coffee, made just how you like it, as soon as he was back from his morning run. He'd spent a while perfecting the drink - making sure it was exactly to your standard. He'd walk you to your apartment for your biweekly 2pm therapy sessions (that he'd set you up with after he had realised how much difficulty you were having sleeping), and then off to lunch at some random hole-in-the-wall spot that he knew you would love. He'd call you as you got home, making sure you got home safe, and then a goodnight text to fall asleep to.

To others, his persistent need to be around you would be stifling. But after 4 years of having your needs be put lower than the damn cockroaches in the walls, it was nice to feel wanted.

You set your life up - personal bank accounts, new social media - anything to separate that part of your life from your new one. You got a new phone (courtesy of Tony, who insisted on buying you the latest iPhone, no matter how hard you tried to convince him that he didn't need to do that because 'where on earth would you find the money to pay him back?' He scoffed at that, "I'm a billionaire hun, I think I can afford to buy my secretary a new phone). You went to get your haircut, the shorter length was something you knew Nathan would have hated.

You'd walked into the compound the day after you got it cut, worried that no one would like it as much as you did.

As soon as you made it to the kitchen, you heard a loud wolf whistle. Nat was sitting on the sofa with Sam, and they both cheered loudly as you posed for them.

Bucky's jaw dropped as he walked into the kitchen. You were still showing off for Nat and Sam - you hadn't seen him walk in.

He walked over, reaching behind you to get a pod for the coffee machine, leaning down to whisper in your ear, "Looking good, Doll." His hot breath against your neck sent shivers down your spine.

You smiled up at him, before grabbing an apple and heading back toward your desk. You glanced back at Bucky and your eyes drifted downwards to a very large and very prominent issue. You stifled a giggle before getting back to work.

You'd continued to tease Bucky for a while, inconspicuous brushes and a few comments here and there. Enough to make him flustered, but not enough to make him suspicious.

He continued being the perfect gentleman. Helping you when you needed him to, being there when no one else was.

You started your normal journey back home, getting out of the compound was sometimes a tedious affair because of the thousands of security gates between the compound and the outermost gate. Given that this is where the Avengers live and train, it's justified. Still tedious though.

It was a quarter mile from the compound to the bus stop that took you home - you didn't like driving, especially in the frost and the dark. You put your headphones in, picking back up on the podcast you started this morning. It was an interesting one - some new True Crime podcast that your best friend had recommended to you.

The hair on the back of your neck stood up as you walked through a dark and lonely street. You gripped your bag tighter around you and sped up. There was someone following you.

You glanced behind you, your eyes catching sight of brown hair and a blue t-shirt. It had Palm Springs emblazoned on it. Funny. You'd bought Nathan a similar t-shirt a few years ago.

You fished your phone out of your pocket, quickly dialing the one person you felt safest with.

"Doll?" Bucky picked after the first ring.

"Bucky, cred că cineva mă urmărește." You said, your voice loud enough that the other person could hear you were on the phone.

"Tell me where you are, Doll, I'll come and get you." You could hear Bucky pulling on a jacket and grabbing his keys.

"Umm, cred că sunt aproape de Joey's."

"The pizza place?"

"Da, îl văd de unde sunt." The footsteps behind you seem to be getting louder, but you forced yourself to remain calm, "Am să te aștept acolo. Vă rog să veniți repede."

You ducked into the pizza place, walking straight up to the counter. By now, you were sure of who it was - but Nathan didn't follow you into the pizza place. Maybe you were just overreacting. Joey's was mostly empty, with a few teenagers here and there - probably camping out after some house party that got shut down.

"Same as always, kiddo?" Joey asked, and you nodded with a slight grin. You and Bucky came to Joey's Pizza Place a lot - Bucky used to say that it felt like home. You were inclined to agree.

"No metal man with you today?" Joey enjoyed teasing Bucky. His dad, also named Joey, had fought alongside Bucky in the war. Joey had grown up on stories of the greatness of the Howling Commandoes and it had been one of his greatest pleasures to serve him pizza every time they came.

"He's coming - got caught up in traffic."

"Busy men, huh?" You giggled at that.

The door opened again. You turned around to find yourself face-to-face with someone you hoped you'd never see again. Nathan's sister.

"Thought I'd find you here, bitch."

June stalked over to you, her face filled with rage. She had been good friends with you before Nathan and your relationship started going wrong, but when you had confided your pains with her, she'd turned her back on you. Blood is thicker than water. She'd called you names before - filling your comments with every vile comment she could think of, texting and emailing you death threats, anything to remind you of just how broken and damaged you were.

Before you knew what was happening, her hand collided with your cheek. The whole place burst into action.

Joey jumped around the side of the counter as June hurled insults at your face.

You tried to push her away as she swung at you again, but her hand hit your shoulder.

Joey pushed you behind him, as one of the kitchen hands stepped out to pull June back.

A teenager was on the phone with the police.

You tried to cover your ears as the noise built in your head.

The door swung open, letting in a draft.

Boots on the linoleum floor. Familiar boots.

Sirens.

"We were in the neighbourhood, Sergeant." Something about a noise complaint.

A hand pulling you into a firm chest. Tears streaming down your face. Your favourite voice whispering sweet nothings, stroking your hair, begging you to calm down.

"You're doing so good for me, Doll, just keep breathing." Bucky's pulse was steady under your hand. Slowly, your breathing evened out and you lifted your head to meet Bucky's eyes. He kept his arms wrapped tightly around you to stop you from collapsing.

You stayed in Bucky's embrace while the police wrapped up - June was being taken to the local PD for the altercation and also driving under the influence. Bucky told you that Nathan had also been arrested for violating the restraining order. Your heart sunk.

"I'll never escape him, will I?" You whispered to Bucky, as you sat down in your favourite booth to eat.

"You can, and you will," Bucky reassured you, squeezing your hand in his.

You ate your pizza in relative silence after that - most of the shop had cleared out with the police. Joey gave you your pizza for free, along with a tight hug on the side. He told you that you'd always be safe in here, "although metal man seems to have that covered." Bucky glared at the nickname, making you both laugh.

You walked hand-in-hand to Bucky's motorbike - his fingers ghosted over the bruise on your cheekbone from the slap as he fastened your helmet on your head.

"It's nothing, Buck. I've had worse." Bucky gave you a pointed look, "Too soon?"

He threw his leg over the bike and you settled behind him, resting your cheek on his spine. "Forever is too soon for my liking."

You smiled at that and nuzzled further into his back.

"Where to madam?" He said, putting on an exaggerated British accent. You leaned up to whisper in his ear.

"Take me home, Buck."

fin.

buy me a coffee

[hellsenthero]

Dirty Little Secret

Dbf!Stucky x Fem!reader

While your dad celebrates his new promotion, you celebrate with his best friends.

Warnings: smut

Masterlist

A.N: I wrote this at my parents house as they nurse me back to health from the flu. And now I just know I'm going straight to hell.

---

The party was in celebration of your father being promoted at work. All his friends from work were at the house to celebrate with him. Drinks were flowing, laughter filled all spaces of the house, and little appetizers were passed among the guests.

"Where's your daughter?"

Your father waved a hand at his co-worker. "No doubt hiding in her room with her nose stuck to a book."

The two men laughed together. "Some things never change."

Little did your father know, you were in the bathroom with his two best friends.

"FUCK!" You gasped out as Bucky thrust up into you. Steve was quick to put his hand over your mouth, stifling your moans.

"Shh, baby, don't wanna get caught, do you?"

Bucky laughed as he continued to fuck you within an inch of your life. "I don't know Stevie, I think our little slut might wanna be caught."

With wide, pleading eyes, you shook your head as best you could under Steve's hand.

"No?" Bucky asked. "Well then, you better keep quiet, baby." Harder and faster, Bucky fucked you on the tiny bathroom counter. "Such a sweet fucking cunt." He gasped. "I'm gonna fill you up, sweetie."

Beneath Steve's hand, you tried to gasp out your wants. "What is it, baby?" Steve asked as he pulled his hand away.

"Need you, Stevie. Need your kisses."

"Awe," Steve cooed. "Of course, baby. Anything you want." With a hand on the back of your head, Steve both protected your head from slamming into the bathroom mirror and guided your mouth to his own.

As your climax approached, a knock sounded on the bathroom door. Steve broke a part from the kiss to call out. "Occupied!"

"Fuck, that excite you, sweetie? Nearly getting caught?" Bucky asked.

"She squeezing you?" Steve asked before you could answer Bucky. You loved it when they got like this, talking about you during sex like you weren't even there.

"Like a fucking vise." Bucky answered Steve.

"Gonna come," you whined.

Steve brought his thumb down to your center, rubbing your clit. "Come on Bucky's cock, baby. Make a little mess for us."

Your mouth dropped open in a silent scream as your climax hit you. Bucky fucked you through it with sloppy thrusts until he too, came. With his cock deep inside you, Bucky filled you up with his seed.

"Fuck," Bucky breathed out before he faced his partner with a sigh and a pat on the shoulder. "Be a good boy, Stevie, and clean our girl up."

As Bucky backed out from between your legs, Steve took his place. Kneeling, the blond male threw your legs over his shoulders and brought his face down on your center.

"Fuck, Steve," you hissed as quietly as you could at the first lick of his tongue. His hands grasped your thighs tightly as we worked his tongue along your center, slurping up every bit of yours and Bucky's mixed juices.

"Ya see how crazy you make us, baby?" Bucky asked. His storm blue eyes held your gaze. "Can't even get through your daddy's party without fucking your brains out."

"I-I love it," you gasped out. "Love you."

"I know, baby," Bucky answered gently. His hand came up to your cheek, caressing you gently as Steve feasted on you. "We love you too."

You grabbed onto Steve's head, pulling on his short locks of hair as you felt your second climax rise up. "Oh, OH!"

Bucky wrapped his flesh hand around your throat. "Gonna come for Stevie?" He asked, already knowing the answer. Still, you frantically nodded your head. Your eyes clenched shut as you tried to hold off, wanting to extend your pleasure for as long as you could. "Come all over his face, sweets." Bucky ordered.

You couldn't stop your release from barreling through you. Your moans were cut off by Bucky clenching his fist around your throat for a moment before he let go, allowing you to gasp down the air your body so desperately craved.

With a last lick, Steve pulled away from your center and stood up, just as another knock sounded on the door. "Occupied!" He called out again. Both men waited a moment, listening for the person on the other side of the door to walk away before they returned their attention to you. "I think we're done here now, baby." Steve told you.

You pouted, and gave your tallest boyfriend your best puppy dog eyes. "But I didn't get you off."

Steve shook his head. "That's okay, baby, but we're running low on time before dear ol' dad starts to wonder where you are."

From behind Steve, Bucky leaned forward and kissed you. "We'll finish this tonight. Just tell your daddy that you're going to your friend Sam's house for the night."

"Sarah," you corrected with a smile, knowing full well your boyfriend's knew all the names of your friends and who was trusted with your dirty little secret.

"Right," Bucky corrected as you fixed your clothing in the bathroom mirror.

"Okay," you sighed before nodding to the door. "Coast clear?"

"Let me check." Steve answered before he pulled the door open wide enough to peak out. "Clear," he warned as he guided you out of the bathroom with a hand on your back. Steve closed the bathroom door once you got out, locking it behind you so he and Bucky could clean themselves up a bit better before rejoining the party.

"There's my girl!" Your dad bellowed as you turned the corner into the living room. "What were you up to?"

"Oh, just reading." You lied as you walked up to his side.

"Ah, just as I thought." You gave a little-that's me-shrug.

"Sarah called me and asked if I'd do a sleepover tonight. Is that okay?" You asked just as you saw your boyfriends rejoin the party out from the corner of your eye.

"Of course." Your dad easily agreed.

"Thanks, daddy." You pecked him on the cheek. "I'm gonna go pack my stuff." You admitted before walking off. You did your best not to jump as you walked by Bucky, who gave your bottom a little pinch.

"Good kid you got there," Steve told your dad as you disappeared up the stairs.

"She's my little angel." Your dad said.

"Sure is," Bucky said with a knowing smile that was lost on your father.

If only he knew how good of an angel you were when you were being fucked by his best friends.

[navybrat817]

Sweet Navy! ❤️

For Ficlet Friday, I would love to see something with Eternal Brand! Stucky? 🥺❤️

Like maybe smutty prompt #1 “let me kiss it better”? 🥺😌

And if you’re looking for anything more specific, maybe one of the guys wore her out - like barely functioning, drooling into the sheets and mumbling incoherently - while the other was out running errands or something 😌 And then when he comes back, he wants in on the fun and promises to kiss it her pussy all better 🥺😱😌

If this doesn’t strike your fancy, please feel free to ignore it ❤️

You know I adore our tattoo artists! Hope you enjoy this ficlet.

Lucid

Pairing: Tattoo Artist!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader x Tattoo Artist!Steve Rogers

Word Count: Over 300

Warnings: Smut, oral sex (f. receiving), talk of safe word

Steve heard your worn-out cries as soon as he walked in the door but took his time setting his keys down and slipping his shoes off. He followed the noise to the bedroom and watched the scene in front of him with a small smile. Your face was wet with tears, your hands tied above your head, your entire body trembling as Bucky feasted on your delicious cunt. The blonde licked his lips and wished he had his mouth wrapped around one of your hard nipples. The view of Bucky's perfect backside was a sight, too.

“Wore her out already?” he asked, making Bucky stop and look over his shoulder with a smirk, shine around his lips. “I didn't think I was gone for that long.”

“You were gone for hours,” Bucky corrected him, spreading your legs wider. “And I couldn't help myself. It's fun wearing our Blossom out.”

“He's a bastard,” you whined, your eyes dazed as he ran a finger along her slit.

“Yeah, I'm a bastard,” Bucky chuckled. Steve didn't deny that. “But she practically fucked herself on my tongue and my cock even with her hands tied, so what was I supposed to do?”

Steve swore under his breath, wishing he was there to witness that. “You check in?” he asked, looking between both of you as he stepped closer.

Your head lolled to the side. “He did. Still green,” you promised. They always checked in. “But he's still a bastard,” you mumbled.

Both men chuckled at that. “Poor Blossom,” he cooed, leaning down to kiss your lips. “Let me kiss it better.”

The brunette moved out of the way so the blonde could take his place. “Yeah, let him kiss it better and I'll let you taste yourself.”

A tear slid down your cheek, but you managed a smile. “You're both bastards.”

But they were your bastards, and you loved them so.

Love and thanks for participating in Ficlet Friday! ❤️

[ramp-it-up]

Sugar, Cubed

Photo found on Pinterest

Summary: I revisited Sugar and the boys from the Sugar is Sweet séries, and let me tell you. Bucky and Steve sure have grown up from their college days. They are no longer playing around. And they are coming for you. How do you choose? And do you have to?

Word Count: 3.5K

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader; Bucky Barnes x Reader; boss Tony Stark x reader

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. Not Beta’d. Read at your own risk. Roommate/Co-worker au, S MUT! Angst, little bit of slow burn. Main character injury, allusions to sex, sexual tension, indecent proposal, caught between two lovers trope, idiots in love, Tony being Tony, truth or dare, talk of voyeruism, possibility of group sex, eventual polyandry.

A/N: This is related to the Sugar is Sweet au, but can be read alone. This is part one, part two will be posted next week. I hope you like it. This is part of Falloween 2024.

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——

You met the two most hated men in your life while you were living together as recipients of the prestigious Stark STEM Fellowship at NYU.

There was an instant spark when you met James Buchanan Barnes and Steven Grant Rogers, best friends from childhood. They sarcastically named you Sugar because of your initial rudeness, but the nickname just stuck around after you warmed up to them.

In the Stark Fellows program, life was hard work and hard play. Soon it was down to just you, Bucky and Steve, and life was a dream with parties, booze, and almost anything you wanted, as long as you lent your minds to the work.

Tony Stark tolerated anything that would keep productivity high. He knew that all work and no play would make Bucky, Sugar and Steve dull scientists.

So he encouraged you three to play. And funded it too.

Steve and Bucky were so protective of you, their sweet Sugar. The sexual tension that came with living with them was heady stuff.

You basked in the glow of Bucky and Steve's attention, while observant of the lines of partners at their bedroom doors and the competitiveness between the football quarterback and lacrosse captain.

You swore that neither Bucky nor Steve would ever win you, no matter the plays they made. But they each had you sprung in different ways. And they were so damn competitive.

They both wanted your heart.

It was only a matter of time before you gave it to each of them.

You fell hard for Bucky first. And it was urgent and intense.

But after just a year together, Bucky accepted a position with Stark Labs in Bucharest for a term that stretched into two years as he completed grad school at Politehnica. It happened without warning. You were angry at his choice and trapped in New York by your own contract with Stark for graduate work. 

You and Bucky were over. And you were heartbroken.

Steve’s waiting arms were open, and it was effortless and freeing to realize that the golden boy was the one who truly loved you. And he’d always been there. Your heart healed. You thought.

According to social media, Bucky seemed to love his new location, extending his contract beyond the initial year-long contract to finish his degree. It seemed that all he did was work.

Not that you were stalking his IG or anything.

He didn’t communicate with you directly, and with Steve only intermittently. It was like he’d erased his best friend and his best girl from his life. 

It made sense, since his best girl was now his best friend’s girl.

Then, during his second year, Bucky's stay in Romania was cut short,  he came back to New York, although not in the way you imagined.

Bucky had been critically injured; losing a limb. Tony made sure he had the best care, flying with Bucky to Wakanda for experimental surgery and overseeing his recovery. 

You found out via a social media after Bucky was back in town, and not from Tony or anyone else.

You were livid.

You raged at Steve, who had lied to you that he had to go to London for two weeks for work when he was actually in Wakanda at Bucky’s bedside.

The betrayal ran deep.

You and Steve were done after that, although you continued to work side by side at the labs. You felt as if Tony was trying to drive you over the edge, having you work around the clock with your ex. But he didn’t care. He had some insane theory that the tension would yield better results.

Each day, you longed for the hour that you could go to your posh new quarters in Stark tower. Although it was lonely, at least your apartment was private, and you could unwind in peace. Your days were tense, but predictable.

Until they weren’t anymore.

——

One afternoon, the hairs on the back of your neck stood up as you stared into the monitor to watch the results from the latest compound analysis roll numbers across your workstation.

“Hey there, Sugar.”

You froze, looking up and out over Manhattan through the window above your station. You couldn’t believe it, but you saw a pale reflection of him in the mirrored glass.

You slowly turned around.

Bucky looked good, his pale complexion not all the result of the blue gray skies over the Hudson. His face had grown more angular, his hair was shorter, and his eyes seemed older, but outside, he was the same Bucky. 

You didn’t know what you were expecting. 

Bucky Barnes seemed whole, except his left hand, the “golden arm” that was the pride of Bobcat football, was now black and gold metal. 

Vibranium. 

You stared at it as it reached for you.

“So I don’t get a hug?” 

Your eyes moved to his face while Steve cleared his throat and reminded you that he was there. You tried to forget his existence most days, but Bucky walking into your lab had erased him from your mind completely. For a moment.

“Sugar–”

You cut him off.

“Fuck you, Grant.” 

You looked back at Bucky with tears in your eyes.

“And fuck you, James.”

Despite your epithets, you threw yourself into his arms, sobbing with emotion.

“How could you…?”

You whispered it into his suit coat, your fingers digging into the material at his back as you cried into his shoulder. Bucky held you tight against him, and he felt harder, more solid. 

You realized that under all of the anger and hurt, you were mainly just relieved that he was alive.

Over two years of anxiety and unprocessed feelings were coming out, and Bucky rocked you as your body heaved. Steve came up behind you and hugged you both.

For a minute you relished the feeling, being held by the only two men that you ever had feelings for. You felt safe. But then you remembered the secrets and the lies, and anger flooded you again. You twisted out of their grasp.

“Don’t get any ideas, assholes.”

You moved away from them and wrapped your arms around yourself, suddenly cold.

“Do you know how worried I was? No one gave me any information. At all. I had to find out from social media. I felt like a fool, Bucky.”

You scowled at him.

“And you. You knew that, Cap. And you lied to my fucking face.”

You glared at Steve.

You looked from Steve to Bucky, who shared a guilty glance with each other. 

“That’s my fault, Sugar. I– I made Tony and Steve swear not to tell you.”

Your dark haired ex boyfriend looked at his shoes as he rubbed the back of his neck with his new hand. He held it up and looked at it and then at you.

“Didn’t know how you would feel about this.”

You ignored the uncertainty and hurt in his eyes.

"What do you want? A cookie? A pat on the head?  A tear? You are not going to make me feel sorry for you. Not when you let everyone else but me in on your secret."

You cocked your head and gazed curiously at the new appendage, then back at him.

“Bucky, I am stronger than you think. And I loved you.”

Both Steve and Bucky winced at the word ‘loved,’ but both for different reasons.

“I would have accepted you anyway you came. And I would have been by your side while you recovered. But you didn’t want that. But it looks as if you’re fine.” 

Steve sat back down at his workstation, resigned. You shook your head at him. If it wouldn’t have cost you a million dollars, which you didn’t have, you would have walked out of Stark Industries and moved across the world. But you had work to do.

“You’re interrupting our work here. You need to leave.”

You wanted him away from you like fire.

“That’s what I’m tryna tell you, Doll.” 

Bucky strolled over to the locker area and took off his coat, grabbing goggles and a lab coat.

“I’m reporting for duty. Tony assigned me back to the New York lab.”

—-

Tony leaned against the bar in his office, after he downed the drink that he’d offered you and that you’d refused. It was only 10:46 am. You were trying to hand in your resignation. Or at least ask for a transfer to a new location.

“And just where do you think you’re going to go, Sugar?”

You glared at your boss. Bolstered by anger, this was the least intimidated, and most angry, you’d ever been at him.

“Paris, maybe? Tokyo? Hell, even Des Moines. I’ll take anything. I need space.”

Tony shook his head. 

“I need you here. The productivity with Barnes back is about to be through the roof.”

You just stared at him incredulously.

“You’re not thinking with your brain. Your heart and what is pounding between your legs are in the way.” 

Your mouth dropped open.

“...But the tension between you Barnes and Rogers will make me a lot of money. I’ve studied you since your freshman year. I know what makes you tick, what motivates you to do your best work. And the numbers don’t lie. Being right in the middle of Bucky and Cap makes lots of money for Stark Industries.”

You stared out at the view of New Jersey, outraged.

“Besides. I have the exclusive contract over your mind, body, and soul for the next seven years. Might as well make the most of it.”

You sighed and took the drink Tony offered you this time.

—-

Bucky Barnes was the most infuriating man you’d ever met, second only to Steve Rogers.

Your brain was scrambled when you weren’t working, so you worked that much harder to stay in control. You hated when Tony was right.

Here you were, flanked by two gorgeous men whose work clothes only accentuated their powerful bodies. Bodies that you knew very well. Your tongue had traced every plane of each of them. Your hands explored their broad shoulders and taught, muscular frames. Your fists had clenched their throbbing cocks and you had accepted them inside you. 

No matter how mad you were at them, you couldn’t get them out of your mind.

Imagining Bucky crashing his lips to yours as he backed you up against a wall made your core throb. And dreaming about Steve’s hands around your thighs as he lifted you onto a lab table made your nipples tingle.

Working in between them in the lab was torture for your neglected body and soul. You were doomed to work in  between the two men who’d fucked you most thoroughly and recently.

You didn’t even want to think about your heart.

You ignored the lingering looks in their blue eyes, the way they gentled their voices when they spoke to you, and the way they tried to come in contact with you for no reason. The number of times fingers lingered over passed specimens, the way space became so tight that they had to squeeze behind you in the lab, and the uncomfortable number of times you ended up between them in the equipment closet made you lose your breath.

Steve and Bucky never pressed you for anything, and all you had to say was ‘excuse me,’ for them to move out of your way, but it was untenable. You would give neither of them the satisfaction of getting upset. You managed made it through work and home to your brand new vibrator every night after long days of fighting their pheromones in the lab.

After a week of forced proximity, you were experiencing the forced Stark Industries Happy Hour. As you waited for your drink at the bar, you thought it strange that Tony had never made them mandatory before Bucky came back. That was quite the coincidence.

You wanted to pace yourself with your drinking as you realized that you had to stay there for another couple of hours to get the bonus that came with attendance. The word ‘happy’ and the names Bucky Barnes or Steve Rogers did not go together, so you participated in each round to numb the desire that was plaguing you. 

For someone so smart. You were so clueless sometimes.

—-

As you rode the elevator in Stark Tower to your apartment later that evening, it seemed as if the elevator was moving extra slowly. You didn’t know if it was the tequila affecting your senses, or an actual malfunction, so you asked FRIDAY for analytics, but for some reason, she said you didn’t have clearance for the answer.

You were mad and mute for a minute, trying to clear your head for the security code. It was then that one of your fellow passengers, who you were trying to ignore, broke the silence.

“Okay Sugar, truth, or dare?”

You looked at him as Steve watched you both. 

“I said, truth, or dare.”

“Truth is Bucky, we’re not kids anymore.”

“So you pick truth. You don’t get to pick the question, though.”

Bucky ignored your ire.

“Which one of our cocks is better, mine or Steve’s?”

Your eyes widened and you gasped as Steve interjected,

“Buck…”

“What, Punk? Remember she rated them before she experienced them. Did that hold out? Or did she tell you that you were the 9.9 too?”

Steve rolled his eyes and went back to watching the floor count, mouth set in a thin line. You had not, in fact, told Steve that he was the 9.9. 

“Stop being a little shit, James.” 

You were rocked, memories flooding back, dysregulating your nervous system even more.

“So you’re saying you won't answer the truth?”

You crossed your arms and legs as you leaned back against the elevator wall. You looked up at the floor indicator lights, trying to stop the emotions from getting to you.

“You can pass. Or you can take a dare, Sugar.”

You huffed, fighting the urge to just say pass. Some lingering adolescent urge refused to let you.

“This is so fucking ridiculous.”

You spoke it outwardly, but you were talking to yourself, to your riotous body, which was reacting to these two men in this enclosed space in the most alarming way.

Bucky was watching you intently, but Steve hadn’t turned around, just replied in that voice of his.

“Those are the rules, Sugar. You should probably answer the question or take the dare.”

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath when you realized what this was. You were dealing with male egos and competitiveness. And they wanted to know the answer, hear you talk about their cocks when for some reason the agave gods were making you horny.

You had to get out of there. 

“You’re not making stupid bets and putting notches in the bedposts any longer. Bucky, we were together, and then you left. I thought it was something that it was not. Then Steve and I got together. I loved you both and in return, you both played me. You both won.” 

Steve turned around and faced you as Bucky advanced closer. He licked his lips and you wanted, no you needed, to run.

“You think I didn’t love you, Sugar? Shit, I worshiped you.”

The sensation of Bucky’s firm body crowding you in bed, taking up the mattress, leg wedged between your thighs while he delivered hot kisses and a slow grind against your clit came out of nowhere. You missed it. You wanted it again. But you lifted your chin as you straightened your spine, determined to resist him.

“You left me.”

“Stark made me!”

Bucky’s blue eyes were wide with emotion.

“‘S’okay Buck. She doesn’t believe I loved her either. Even though I always have. And I caught her when you were gone.”

You looked up at Steve and saw the hurt, and you were preparing not to care, but the feeling of Steve naked against your back, his hands roaming all over you, whispering assurances and praise as he rocked inside and made you come apart in his grip almost made your knees buckle.

You had to move, so you pushed at the rock hard wall of them and they let you move them to get to the elevator controls.

“Why. Won’t. This. Thing. Move!?!?”

You pushed too many buttons at once as Steve and Bucky tried to stop you. The only thing that stopped was the slow progress of the elevator. The small room jolted to a halt, and you stumbled, right into Bucky and Steve’s arms as everything went dark.

“Well now, Sugar. You should have just taken the dare.”

Bucky’s sass enraged you and you cursed and batted their hands away from you as you reached for your purse to find your phone.

—-

A half an hour later, you were all sitting on the floor, Bucky’s jacket beneath you and Steve’s jacket around your arms because the climate control was off. There was no telling how long it would be before someone would find you.

There had been silence since you realized you had not cell phone signal and cursed for 3 minutes straight. You were more than sober now.

God, you wished you were drunk.

“Answer the question. Or take the dare, Sugar.”

This time it was Steve.

“Your fucking competitiveness is so annoying, you know that? Can you two accomplish anything on your own, just for your own pride? Or altruism? Or shits and giggles?”

You could feel their eyes on you in the dark. You fought against them in the darkness, or you were just fighting the darkness, because the lack of sight was enhancing your other senses, and lord you didn’t really want to feel those right now.

“Truth. Or Dare?”

Bucky’s velvet voice was undeterred. You shook your head at it.

“Fine. If it will get you to leave me alone. Dare.”

“I dare you to give up control.”

The response was immediate, as if he were waiting for you to say that.

You groaned, a sound that sounded to sensual, even to your own ears. You were going for annoyed.

“Bucky, it’s late. I’m tired. I’m stuck in an elevator with my two exes. This is a nightmare. And you’re daring me to give up a concept?”

He chuckled.

“Not the concept of control. I think you know exactly what I mean. Give me control. One long weekend. It will be just like when we were roommates. But without the endless teasing and blue balls. This time you give us both that we deserve.”

“What the hell are you talking about, Bucky?”

Your head turned toward Steve, whose voice was on edge.

“I get to watch. You and Sugar, Steve. And direct. And participate…and we find out who is the best…”

“Hold on…”

You could feel Steve shifting in his position on the floor.

“Are you talking about….? Watching me and Sugar… what–?”

“Really Bucky? Do you have a metal brain as well?”

You wanted to fight, but them touching you was out of the question. Bucky was pure chaos.

“If we do this, what would that accomplish?”

“The fuck are you entertaining this nonsense for, Steve? Who the fuck–”

Bucky interrupted your rant.

“Well, you’ve entertained both of us, Sugar, haven’t you? Teased us. Toyed with us. Played us against the other. Wore our clothes and nothing else, slept between us in our bed. Teased us with that body well before we could really do anything about it.”

You dropped your head in your hands, exhausted, as Bucky continued.

“And then, when you finally granted us between your legs, one by one, there was always this spector hanging over the bed, or the floor, or the counter, or the lawn that we fucked on, wasn’t there?”

Bucky paused and you heard the bitterness in his voice. 

“The other one of us was always in the closet or the bushes, or in your head, weren’t we?”

"Don't blame me for your twisted predilections, Bucky."

“What about your predilections, Sugar? You’ve played us against each other long enough. Don’t forget. We both know what gets you off.”

Bucky’s voice wrapped around you in the dark, and you wanted to climb on and ride it as your clit began to pulse. You cursed your body’s reaction to him.

“We know what gets you off hard. Steve told me everything. And it was the same as with me. Your fantasies, Sugar…”

Steve spoke up.

“Bucky, this is uncalled for…”.

"Stop being such a boy scout."

“We know you, Sugar. What we don’t know is who you like the best. We deserve to know.”

“Bucky…”

“It would give us all closure, Steve.”

“You’re crazy, Bucky.”

“Put up or shut up, Sugar.”

Suddenly the lights came back on and you scrambled to stand up as the elevator started again, this time moving at normal speed. You looked between one man who was flushed red and the other who had a smirk on his face.

The elevator stopped and the doors opened, as you bolted out, you replied to Bucky.

“Why don’t you just fuck each other? That will kill two birds with one stone.”

——

Next part: Simple Sugar

Let me know if you like it! 😊

[calzone-d]

freshly home from hydra bucky who is so terrified and timid that he literally won’t sleep unless you or steve is holding him. his sleepy eyes flutter closed while he sits close to you and steve, and they don’t stay closed until one of you gives him “permission” (you’re working on that) to sleep.

still doesn’t feel safe enough to sleep until he knows one of you is awake “keeping watch” and is in one of your arms. even when he does sleep he wakes up every hour or so with a startle. often waking up whichever one of you is holding him.

at some point he doesn’t even apologize, just looks at you with guilt-filled eyes. wont settle again until you’re pressing kisses to his hairline and telling him it’s okay.

i’m unwell everyone

[fanfictiongirlie]

Marvel: Bloodlust

Parings: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Description: Bucky finds her in a cell after Tony 'saved' her, she's a vampire and she's hot.. So naturally he lets her out, gives her the tour of the Avengers Compound and then they fuck. Hard. They're definitely in love after saying one sentence to each other.

(Hi I suck at summaries, I'm real proud of this fic, I adore it, so I'd really like it if you read it, and told me you liked it too ;)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Blood, Vampire cutting their own wrist, Blood drinking from both vampire and human, bloodplay, smut, oral, idiots in love

Words: 8,898

One Shot - But one day I may carry this on

I was 'saved'... Saved wasn't really the right word, 'taken'? Yeah that feels better. I was taken from Hydra, my home, I mean I did hate it, Hydra were monsters, but I was taken by the all popular, amazing Tony Stark.. Dickhead. I was taken from Hydra and thrown in a cell, Tony called me a monster, a creature.. He wasn't wrong, but he didn't have to be a dickhead... I bared my fangs at him, my red eyes not moving away from him, not trusting his movements, he could kill me.. He probably would.. He watches me from outside the glass cell I was in, the lights were off so I was partially hidden in the shadows. Another person walked into the room outside the cell, he didn't look at me. 

"Thanks for coming Barnes" Stark spoke, I watched this second man, ready for his cruel words, his eyes met mine and I felt my lips curling up slightly. He was cute, enjoyable to look at...There was something similar about him.. 

"Are they speaking?" Barnes asks. 

"Not to me, a lot of hissing and that's about it" Stark spoke, throwing another glare my way. 

"The Blood Soldier? That's their name?" Barnes asked, his head shaking slightly, I growled, that was not my name. That was Hydra's stupid name for me. 

"Looks like it, I thought I was saving a random girl... She's plays the sweet act too well" Stark spoke. I rolled my eyes, I was sweet... just not to dickheads. "She's completely insane" He adds. I hiss at his words. 

"You don't know what kind of shit she went through at Hydra Tony.. Give her a break" Barnes spoke, his voice smooth and calm. I smile a little, but then bare my fangs at Stark again, another hiss leaving my lips. 

"See! This is what I'm talking about!" Stark yells, I roll my eyes, a small smile on my lips as I watched Barnes, he watched me, his eyes curious. It clicked why I thought he looked familiar. He stepped forward nearly pressing himself against the cell. 

"How are you feeling?" Barnes asks, his voice calm and caring, unlike Stark's. 

"Thirsty" I answer, glaring at Stark. My throat burned, I needed blood, preferably his.. 

"I'll go get you water" Barnes speaks, smiling a little at me. 

"I don't need water" I hissed.

"What do you need?" Barnes asks, I was happy for him to do the talking instead of Stark. 

"Blood" I answered politely to Barnes. He takes a deep breath and then turns to Stark, asking him to leave, Stark seemed put out but left, throwing one last glare at me. I wave sarcastically as he leaves. Barnes chuckles a little, he stood facing me, his body opposite mine. I watch him curiously, I've never had someone act...kind to me before. I glare at him, my red eyes a strong contrast to his blue eyes. 

"That glare you have on your face, it's cute" He teases, I arch my eyebrow, confused.

"Cute...not a word that has been used to describe me.. I know your name though" I tease back, smirking. 

"What makes you think so?" He asks, his lips form a little frown. 

"Because I know you are the Winter Soldier" 

"Not quite.. Not anymore, I usually go by Bucky now" He grins, his eyes sadder than his lips. 

"We were never unfrozen at the same time.. But I remember seeing you in your cryostasis chamber" I say. He leans forward, his eyes swimming with curiosity. 

"Is that so?" 

"Yeah, I thought you looked so cute" I smirk "Think I can come out of this cell?" I ask, my tongue licking over my fangs. 

"Are you going to be on your best behavior?" Bucky asks, his face shouting serious. 

"For you? Yes" I smirk. 

"Good answer" He smirks, stepping over to the control panel, he presses a few buttons and the cell door flies open. I smirk and stalk out of the cell, I step towards him, standing in front of him, just far away enough to not be touching. He was smirking at me, his eyes laced with caution and curiosity. 

"You don't even know what I am.. Yet you trust me enough to allow me out of the cell" I speak, my voice sounding unlike myself, I had never had someone trust me before, it was a fun feeling. 

"True, but I have a feeling you won't try to escape" He answers, his voice husky, but soft. Bucky's eyes were trailing over my face, stopping when he sees my fangs. He didn't look scared, more fascinated. 

"Oh yeah? Why are you so sure of that?" I ask. 

"Because you look more cute than hostile.. I like your fangs" He smiles, his eyes not moving from my fangs. 

"Thanks cutie, I like em' too" I smirked, baring them to him so he could really have a look. His cheeks blush slightly. 

"Do you do anything else other than being cute and having fangs?" He asks, I smirk, it was a little cheesy, but I liked it. 

"Oh you're a charmer, aren't ya?" I asked. 

"I could say the same about you" He chuckles, his eyes looking me up and down. 

"Baby..." I smirk "I'm really thirsty" I looked up at him through my eye lashes, hoping he'd let me go find someone to drink from.

"Thirsty for what exactly?" He asks, I chuckle a little, men could be so dumb sometimes. Even the cute ones. 

"You haven't worked out what I am, have you?" I ask, smirking, taking a step closer to him.

His eyes moved over my body, stopping at my red eyes, and then to my fangs. I didn't know how many vampires were in the world, not many, and we didn't mingle with humans, not unless we needed a drink. But overall vampires were myth and legends. 

"You're a vampire aren't you?" He asks. 

I nod "Yeah, doesn't that scare you?" 

He paused, looking thoughtful for a second, I smirked, he didn't look scared, he hadn't looked at me in fear the entire time we'd been talking. 

"Nope, not one bit"

"Hmm weird"

"Weird how?" He asks.

"Usually people are scared" I answer, his blue eyes looking into mine, I blinked a little, feeling like I could definitely get lost in them. 

"I don't find you scary" Bucky smirks, taking a step closer to me. He wasn't much taller than me, but I still had to look up through my eyelashes to stare at his perfect eyes. 

"Aren't you cute...look Bucky, I'm real thirsty" I say, my throat and the smell of his blood driving me insane. My fangs ached with want. 

"Thirsty for blood, I'm guessing"

"Yeah" I grin. He chuckled "You can use me for blood"

"Oh.. shit.. really? You sure?" I ask, humans were never willing to let a vampire drink from them. 

"Yeah doll, I don't mind, bite me" He smirks, his eyes darkening. I smirk and move closer to him, my body pressed against his now, I take his jaw in my hand, my long black fingernails lightly pressing into his skin, I moved his head to lean, showing his neck to me. From the corner of my eye I could see Bucky blushing. I lean forward pressing my lips to his neck.

"Just so you know, this is gonna feel real good for you" I smirk, pressing another kiss to his neck. Humans willing to let vampires drink from them would feel euphoric from the bite. 

"I'll look forward to it" He whispers, his throat humming with every kiss I press to his skin. I finally sink my teeth into his skin, his sweet blood filling my mouth, my hands move to his collar pulling him close to me, Bucky moaned, his body rutting against mine, he held onto my hips, holding me tight. I drank more, hoping no one would walk in. Bucky continued to let out quiet moans, his legs shaking slightly against me, probably feeling weak. I stopped drinking and started licking the wound to close and heal it. 

"It's alright baby, you hold onto me" I smirk as his body slumps against mine, his arms wrapped around me, holding onto me tightly as his legs wobbled. He looked at me and smiled, his eyes glossed over. 

"Y..Yeah that definitely felt good"

"I can make you feel better baby, you just gotta trust me" I whisper, my lips dangerously close to his. 

"I trust you" He whimpers, his legs buckling slightly, I lift my wrist and use my nail to nick the skin letting my blood trickle down my arm, I hold my wrist to Bucky's lips. "Drink a little" 

Bucky's eyes widen but he does as told, opening his lips to lap at the blood seeping from my wound on my wrist.

"Good boy" I whisper, knowing my blood would be healing him, making him feel so much better. He drank more, his eyes closing as he drank from me, I could see the colour come back to his face as he did, the wound on my wrist healed up so I pulled away, I look to his neck seeing the wound was completely healed over, a scar of my teeth etched into his skin making me smirk and feel warm in my stomach. 

"That feels much better" He smiles. 

"You've got a scar on your neck from me, hope that's okay" I smirk. 

"I love that" He grins, I cock my head looking at him confused, he was something else. 

"Stark's gonna make you put me back in that cell yaknow" I frown. 

"Yeah I know.. He was very reluctant to let you out" He chuckles, wrapping his arms around mine again, pulling me closer to his body. 

"You won't let him, will you baby?" I ask, leaning forward to press my lips to his cheek. 

"Not a chance. You're staying with me and I don't care what Tony has to say." He answers firmly. 

I giggle "That's what I wanted to hear" 

Bucky chuckled, moving closer to nuzzle his cheek against mine "You don't have to worry about being put back in that cell, I will fight Tony if I have too"

"How about you give me the tour of the famous Avengers Compound?" I ask, wanting to be far away from the cell. He smirked at me and took my hand in his. He began to lead me out from the room. 

"I'll give you the tour doll, but you have to behave" His eyes twinkling at me. 

"Like I said, for you, I will, unless you ask me to behave" I smirk. 

"Now there's a thought" He grins, I giggle pulling his hand close to my body as we walked through the building. He lead me down a hallway and I could hear voices somewhere close. 

"You know something? You're really cute. It's actually making it difficult to focus on the tour" He grins, pulling me flush to the side of his body. 

"Do I get to meet the Avengers cutie?" I ask. Bucky chuckled at my question, he stopped walking and faced me. 

"I can introduce you, but like I said, you gotta be on your best behaviour" He smirked, a playful glint in his eyes. He reached up to give me a light tap on the nose as he speaks. 

"I'll be good" I smile. 

He took my hand again and pulled me down the hallway into a huge room with a large group of people, I smiled a little, trying not to show my fangs as I did, I held Bucky's hand a little tighter, I licked my lips subconsciously, worried Bucky's blood would still be on my lips, it was. My eyes darkened as I saw Stark, anger fueling me, I didn't let go of Bucky's hand and lunge for him like I wanted too. 

"You're letting her wander the compound Barnes?" Stark snapped, his eyes on mine, not Bucky's. I hiss a little, my fangs baring at him.

"Relax Stark, she's not going to hurt anyone, she told me she'd behave" Bucky answered, stepping slightly in front of me. 

"Yeah Stark" I sneer. 

"We can't trust her word alone" Stark snapped. Another man stood, Captain America, that's who it was, I had seen him before, he smiled gently to me, confusing me a little. 

"Calm down Tony, I'm sure we have nothing to worry about, and I trust Bucky's word, therefore I trust her" Captain America spoke. I smiled a little at his words. Bucky's hand tightened around mine.

"She's a vampire!!" Stark snapped, so he had guessed it "We can't just 'trust' her with free reign of the compound"

I lean forward, closer to Bucky, my lips brushing against his ear as I spoke "Bucky...Stark's making it real hard to behave" I felt Bucky shiver as I spoke, he chuckled a little and spoke quietly so only I could hear him "I know, but don't let him get to you, just ignore him"

"I'll try baby" I whisper, my lips kissing his ear as I glare at Tony. Bucky turned away from Stark, looking at me, he pointed out everyone in the room and told me their name, the person smiling nervously, or saying hello to me as Bucky spoke their name. 

"And this punk here is my best friend, Steve" Bucky grins, slapping Steve on the back. I noticed a few scared looks, it was expected, I was the scary vampire, I could kill them all. 

"Okay now introductions are done, I'll continue with the tour" Bucky smiled sweetly at me. It made me feel dizzy inside, I had never felt like this about a human, especially one I had just met. Bucky began to lead us away when Stark stepped forward in front of him. 

"Hold it.. Barnes, can I speak with you, alone?" Stark asked, I rolled my eyes, glaring at him. 

"It's okay, you go talk" I smile, sitting down next to Steve. Bucky gave me a soft smile and walked away with Tony, stepping out of the room, shutting the door. 

"Hey don't mind Tony, he can be a bit much" Steve speaks, smiling at me. I shrugged "Wonder what they're talking about?" I smirked, knowing full well what they were talking about. 

"Probably telling Bucky to put you back in that cell" Steve answers, a small frown on his lips. 

"Probably" I giggle "Think I'll go listen" I smirk skipping over to the door, hearing exactly what they were saying. 

Tony and Bucky continued to chat in the hallway, I listened carefully to their words. 

"I'm telling you, I do not want that vampire roaming the halls of my compound" Tony spat. 

"She's not dangerous Tony, just give her a chance" Bucky spoke, I smiled at his words. 

"She is dangerous, don't think I didn't spot the scar on your neck!" Tony snapped 

"That is none of your business Stark!" Bucky growled. 

"Oh come on.. How much blood did she take?" 

"She took a fair bit of my blood Tony, so what? I let her" Bucky answered. I licked my lips thinking of his blood on my tongue. I heard Stark groan when Bucky mentioned me drinking his blood. 

"Fuck Barnes! How can you be so careless? Didn't you think of the risk, letting her drink your blood? What if she took too much?" 

"You're exaggerating, she's not a bloodthirsty monster, she stopped before I felt too weak, she near when to stop!" Bucky snapped. 

""She's a vampire! Her instincts are going to kick in sooner or later and she'll cause a problem, you wait" Tony sneered. 

"Tony! Stop being so paranoid, she's not going to cause issues, I trust her" Bucky spoke, I smiled at his words, deciding I was bored of listening, I open the door seeing both men look at me. 

"Bucky" I smile, he holds his hand out for me, I take it allowing him to lead me away. "Did you know I have super hearing" I smirk, admitting I had heard their entire conversation. 

"Wait, you were listening to us?" He asked. 

"Yeah, sorry baby" I smirk.

"Guess I gotta start being careful about what I discuss with people around you" He chuckles, his hand squeezing mine. 

"Carrying on with the tour?" I ask, he nodded and wrapped his arm around my waist, I grinned leaning over to press a kiss to the blood scar I had left on his neck. 

"Tony really hates me, doesn't he?" I asked. 

"Yeah he definitely does, he thinks you're dangerous"

I smirk when he says that, I am definitely dangerous, the best kind of fun is dangerous, I pull his hand swinging him around to press him against the wall, I smirk, my face close to him, I show my fangs. 

"Do you think I'm dangerous?" I ask, my hands on his shoulders. Bucky's frosty eyes were on my crimson eyes, a smirk on his lips.

"What are you doing?" He asks. 

"Asking you if you think I'm dangerous" I smirk, moving my arm to push against his chest, holding him against the wall. He pushed forward against my arm, he looked flush and oh so pretty. 

"You can definitely be dangerous, when you want to be. But I don't think you're a danger to me, that's for sure" He answers. I chuckle and move forward, my lips ghosted across his. I felt him shiver and watched as his eyes darkened, smirking I did what I wanted to do, I stepped away. "On with the tour then?"

I watched his face look a little disappointed when I stepped away, his usual smirk returned to his face once more "Yeah, we should continue the tour" I watched him as he showed me different parts of the compound, he looked dazed, like he couldn't believe I had pinned him to the wall, I giggled softly, I definitely had affected him more than he was letting on. 

"Where to now?" I ask. He blinked a few times and looked at me, as if I had broken his trance, I smirked. 

"Hm? Oh, right. Uhh...there's actually something else I'd like to show you, It's a special place that I like to go for some peace and quiet" 

"Sounds like fun"

Bucky smiled slightly, he led me through a few different hallways, a few staircases until we finally came to an empty rom, with large floor to ceiling windows that overlooked the forest behind the building. "Here we are"

As I stepped into the room I noticed the moon was the only thing lighting up the room, I walked over to the windows and looked out, seeing the dark sky, trees and the moon. "It's beautiful" I whisper. 

"Yeah it is, but I think you're the most beautiful thing in this room" Bucky spoke. 

"Sweet talker" I giggled, feeling the moon shine over my face was something I had always loved, I imagined it was the same as the sun hitting someone's face. It felt special. I could feel Bucky move through the room, coming up behind me, his chin resting on my shoulder and his hands moving to hold my hips. 

"Can you blame me? I'm just telling the truth" 

"What's going to happen to me Bucky? Tony wants me back in that cell, Hydra won't stop until I'm back with them?" I asked, feeling overwhelmed with the stressful thoughts, I wanted to push them down and never speak of them, but talking with Bucky felt safe. Bucky's hand tightened on my hips, he pulled me flush against his front, holding me close. 

"I don't know what's gonna happen. But I'm not letting anyone take you back to that cell, and I will protect you from Hydra" He spoke in a reassuring tone. 

"So you're saying, I get to stay with you from now on?" I smirk. He chuckled lightly, clear amused by me, he nuzzled his face against my neck.

"Yeah, you get to stay with me, you're not going anywhere" 

"Don't remind me" I say, not thinking before talking. I wouldn't mind staying with Bucky, but there were to many things that could happen to me. 

"I didn't mean it like that doll" Bucky spoke, his lips peppering kissing along my neck, if I were human I would of signed into this hug, it was lovely. "What are you thinking?"

"I haven't had many hugs in my life, this is nice" I say, my eyes focused on the moon outside. 

"Well then, I'll just have to make up for all the hugs that you missed out on then" He speaks, his voice soft, quiet, gentle. 

"You sweet talker, you" I whisper, my head moving slightly backwards as he kisses my skin. I step away from him, walking closer to the window, resting my head against the glass, I looked up at the moon, the light shining over my face. I smiled sadly as the light hit my face. 

"Hey...are you okay?" Bucky asks.

"Yeah.. it's just.... I've never been free" 

Bucky looked at me, sympathy written over his features as he steps closer to me, he reaches up, his metal hand touching my back, rubbing it up and down in a soothing motion. 

"I'm sorry you've never been free before.. But you're free now doll" 

"I can't go out, not really, the sunlight kills me, and if I were to go out Hydra would take me, but I also can't see Stark allowing me to stay here... I want to be free, but that's not in my future" 

"Hey.. listen to me, you don't need Tony's permission to stay here. I'm not gonna let him send you anywhere, I want you near me, that's all that matters"

"Thanks Bucky" I smile, saying my words quietly. He leant closer to me, I could feel his breath on my neck, his hand still rubbing my back. 

"Of course doll, just remember, you don't have to worry about anything, I'll take care of you" He smiles. I smile softly, my face still being lit up by the moonlight, I closed my eyes and imagined feeling the moon whilst being outside. 

"You're so damn beautiful" Bucky whispers, his eyes not on the beautiful view outside, but on me, watching my face intently. I looked at him, the moon was shining over his face, his perfect blue eyes sparkling. 

"So are you" I whisper. 

Bucky looked at me, his smile and blush making me giggle. He reached his flesh hand up to rest on the side of my face, his thumb caressing my cheek. He spoke in a soft tone, his voice barely above a whisper, as he spoke to me, looking into my eyes "Not as beautiful as you, doll"

"Why did you decide to be kind to me?" I ask "You saw me in that cell, Stark was calling me a monster...What made you trust me?" I ask, leaning into his touch, my eyes laced with confusion. 

I watched as Bucky's eyes watched mine, his thoughts obviously racing behind those perfect eyes of his. "I can't explain why... But when I saw you in that cell, I just knew you weren't a monster, you looked scared, despite trying to look all angry, you looked innocent, I just wanted to help you" He explained. If I was human I'm sure I would of melted into a puddle of blushes. 

"Sweet man" I whispered. Bucky chuckled softly, his thumb still caressing my cheek. 

"I'm not that sweet, doll" He said in a playful tone. 

"No?"

"No, not really, I can be quite rough sometimes" He smirked, stepping closer to me, his hips now flush against mine. 

"Don't worry baby, I like it rough" I giggle, my playful tone matching his. 

"Oh really? You like it rough, do you?" He asks, he surprises me by pushing me against the wall, next to the windows. 

"Bucky" I giggled. He looked like he was enjoying this, he leaned a bit closer to me, his face a few inches from mine as he spoke in a low tone, his voice holding a hint of mischief "What's the matter doll? Can't handle me right now?"

"Can you handle me?" I ask, flipping us around, pinning him against the wall. His eyes widen at my movements, his cocky demeanor faltered for a moment obviously surprised that I was now the one trapping him. 

"I think I can handle you, you don't scare me doll" 

"No?" I ask, reaching up tracing my nail gently down the side of his face. Bucky shuddered, his smirk wavered for a moment, his breath hitched in his throat and his eyes shut slightly. I smirked, enjoying the effect I had on him. He breathed in deep, before responding to my question, his voice slightly strained. "No you don't scare me at all"

"Really?" I asked, baring my fangs, letting the venom in my mouth dripping from the tips of my fangs onto my tongue. He gasped slightly as his eyes watched my mouth, there was no fear in his eyes though. 

"Uhh, maybe you scare me a little" He answers, a sly smirk on his lips. 

"Mmm good boy" I whisper, moving slightly closer to him, pinning my body against his, I could feel his breath on my lips. I felt him shiver as I got closer, he took in a shaky breath and spoke in a hoarse voice, barely above a whisper. "Yeah..I'm a good boy, I'll be so obedient for you"

"Fuck" I whisper "That shouldn't of affected me as much as it did" I whisper. 

"Oh, but doll, why shouldn't it affect you? You have me completely at your mercy right now. I am completely obedient right now, in completely under your control. You could do anything you want to me if you wanted to." Bucky spoke, a cocky smirk on his lips. 

"Such a sweet talker" I whisper. Bucky chuckled, his eyes bright, enjoying this as much as I was.

"Is it working?" He asks. I nodded, and moved forward, my nose bumping into his. 

"How much do I affect you, doll?" 

"More than I'd like to admit" 

"Oh yeah? You like having me at your mercy like this, don't you? Me, completely obedient and under your control. How exactly do I affect you right now, doll?" He smirked. 

"Fuck Bucky..yes.. we've only just met mister!" I smirked, pretending to be annoyed, I wasn't. Bucky smirked at my words, chuckling slightly, he had a smug look over his face. 

"What can I say? I'm just naturally charming like that, doll. And judging by the way you've got me pinned to the wall, I'd say you're having some effects on me too, miss." He spoke to me in a low tone, his voice holding a hint of amusement and mischief in it.

"Anyone could walk in yaknow" 

"Yeah, they could. But who cares right now? Let them see you having me pinned to the wall like this. Let them see how much of an effect you have on me right now. It doesn't bother me, doll."

"Fuck..baby we just met, are you sure you want this?" I ask, my eyes looking deep into his beautiful blue eyes. 

"Doll, right now, I don't care about anything except how much I want you, I've never been so sure of anything in my life" He says, looking at me, his eyes not moving from mine, my weird freakish eyes, the dark red they were, and he didn't look scared, he looked at me like I was everything. 

"Fuck" I whispered, moving forward, my lips ghosting his. I felt Bucky shiver, his breath hitched slightly. 

"Your lips are so close...please...doll...just...just kiss me" His voice was hoarse as he spoke to me, his eyes flickering down to my lips. 

"Aw baby, you want me to kiss you?" My lips ever so slightly touching his as I spoke. I watched as he looked into my eyes, pleading silently. 

"Yes, please...please just kiss me doll...I'm begging you...I need you so bad" He begged. I smirked and looked down to his lips, his beard was well groomed, didn't cover his lips at all, I moved forward and pressed my lips against his, feeling his soft perfect lips against mine, made me feel dizzy. Bucky groaned at the touch, he kissed me passionately, deepening the kiss, his hands moving to hold my waist, pulling me closer to him, if that were possible. He let out a small moan as I moved my fingers to his hair, lacing my fingers through his wavy locks. I moaned softly against his mouth, licking his lips with my tongue, moving my hands to hold either side of his jaw. 

Bucky moaned at the feeling of my tongue, his lips opening for me, I slide my tongue into his mouth exploring. His hands held onto my hips harder, his tongue moved against mine hungrily, I was careful not to nick his tongue with my fangs. 

"Fuck" I mumble against his lips. 

Bucky let out another soft moan, his breath hitching softly.

"Please... don't stop, doll. I need more..." He spoke, his voice low and almost begging. 

"You can have more baby" I whispered, my voice quiet. His hands were grasping at my back, trying to pull me closer, despite being flush against his body, his lips were on my collarbone, kissing, licking my skin. 

"Please... I need more. I need you doll, I need you so bad right now" He spoke pleading with me. 

"I'm here baby, have what you need" I answer him. 

"Please..I...need to touch you" He practically whines. I smirked and kneeled down, my hands travelling his body as I go down to rest on my knees. 

"Trust me?" I ask, looking up at him. His eyes widen at my movements, his breath was shaky and needy. 

"Yeah...yeah, I trust you doll"

"Even with my scary fangs?" I ask, my fingers fumbling with his belt. He took a moment to respond, his breath still ragged and slightly uneven, but he responds in a soft tone. "Yeah..even with your fangs, I trust you doll, I need you, please"I smirked at his answer, I threw his belt behind me, and undid his jeans. I pull them down, leaving him in just boxers, he was hard, I swore under my breath when I saw the outline of his cock. I move forward pressing kisses on his hips, my hands on his thighs keeping him against the wall. 

"Oh god, doll...your lips feel so good" He whimpered. I grazed his hips with my fangs, letting the tiniest amount of blood trickle out, I lapped it up and moved my fingers to the waistband of his boxers. He moaned loudly as I made him bleed, making me think he had a blood kink this entire time, I smirk thinking I'd ask him about it later. I pulled his boxers down as I made little cuts all over his hips. 

"Oh god...doll...please" He begs looking down at me, his perfect eyes still shining in the moonlight as he looks at me, I pull his boxers down, keeping eye contact the entire time, his cock flops out of his boxers and hits his stomach with a loud slap. My mouth watered at the slight, fuck, he was big.. Thick, so fucking thick. Bucky's eyes were full of desire as he watched me. 

"Doll... I can't...I can't take this much longer" He groans. 

"Aw baby, you want me to stop?" I asked, smirking. Bucky shivered at my words, his breath shaky and uneven. 

"No..No, please, don't stop, I don't think I could handle it if you stopped right now, I need you so badly, doll.. Please just... just keep going" He begs, his voice dripping with desperation. I giggled, and took his cock into my hand, I squeezed the base a little, making Bucky roll his head backwards, his upper back rested against the wall whilst his hips were slightly away from the wall towards me, I used my tongue on him, licking a stripe up his cock from his balls to his tip, sucking the tip when I reached it. I opened my mouth taking him fully inside, perks of being a vampire, I didn't need breath, I sucked him hard, moving my head backwards and forwards, he moaned loudly. 

"Oh god...doll...that feels so good...but you've got to slow down" He whimpered, his voice breathless. I listened, understanding why he wanted me to slow down, I slowly sucked his tip, slowly spreading my tongue over his length. His hand came to grip my shoulder. He spoke softly, his voice still shaky.

"Oh...good girl...that's so good baby...just like that doll... just like that..." 

I carried on the same movement, my hands resting on his hips, holding him tightly against the wall as I shut my eyes and enjoyed myself, my mouth sucking, tightening around his cock as I moved up and down. 

"Yes.. Yes... just like that, doll. You're doing so good. God, it feels so good, but I'm not going to be able to hold on much longer if you keep this up..."

I pulled away from his mouth "Where do you wanna finish baby? My mouth? You can give you want" I smirked, moving my mouth back onto him, sucking him letting him fuck my throat. His breath hitched, he trembled and groaned. 

"Damn doll...I...I want...I want to finish in your mouth, if that's...it that's okay with you?" He asks, his voice ragged and a bit desperate. I moved away again, licking his tip. 

"Of course baby" I giggle taking him back in my mouth. His hands gripped harder onto my shoulder, he let out a low moan that almost sounded like a whimper.

"God...that feels...so good...doll" 

I moved my hand away from his hip taking his hand in mine, I placed his hand on the back of my head, he got what I meant because he held the back of my head hard and started moving his hips fucking my mouth hard as I sucked him, trying to be incredibly careful of my fangs. 

"Doll..I'm..." He spoke, I sucked harder as he fucked my mouth, Bucky grippy my hair harder, his hand bunching my hair in his fist holding me tight. He let out a loud groan as he finished in my mouth, his come filling my thoat. I moved away swallowing smiling lazily up to him. Bucky's breathing came in ragged gasps as he looked down at me, his eyes a little hazy and unfocused. 

"Oh god...doll..that was...that was...damn" 

"I'm glad you liked it" I giggled, standing up, he reached out grabbing my hip pulling me against him, holding me tight. 

"Like it? Doll, liking it isn't the word. It's more like... I feel like melting from how good that was. You... you're something else."

"Can I kiss you?" I ask sweetly, the taste of him still in my mouth. Bucky was looking at me, his eyes roaming over my face with a mix of desire and amazement. 

"Yeah doll, you can kiss me, fuck, you can do whatever you want" He answers, his voice shaky. I moved forward pressing my lips against his, Bucky sighed into the kiss, his body feeling completely relaxed against mine. I melted into the kiss, relaxing my own body, allowing him to swap us, with me against the wall now. 

Bucky was in control now, his knee was in between my legs, spreading my legs slightly, he continued to kiss me, his tongue tracing my lips hungrily. I moaned into the kiss, opening my legs further. His hands roamed restlessly over my body, like he couldn't get enough. I moved my lips away from his, and tilted my head backwards, resting it against the wall. 

"Fuck, Bucky... touch me" 

Bucky's breath hitched as I spoke "Doll...you have no idea...how badly I want to...how badly I need to touch you right now" He spoke in a ragged tone, his breath hot against my skin as in spoke in my ear.

"Make me feel good baby" I beg. His body pressed against his a little harder, his tongue sticking out to lick the shell of my ear. 

"Doll...I'm going to make you feel damn good, just you wait" I giggled a little, moving so my forehead rested against his. "Can't wait sugar"

I could hear Bucky's heart race if I concentrated, he shut his eyes, trying to  catch his breath. 

"Trust me doll.. you won't have to wait long. I'm not going to rest until I have you feeling so good, until I have you writhing underneath me" 

"Promises, promises" I smirked, Bucky gruntly softly, his eyes opening to look directly into mine. 

"Oh no doll...Those aren't promises, those are guarantees, I plan to make good on every word" He spoke slowly, his hand slowly moving down to my trousers, his fingers undoing the buttons. 

"I'm going to touch every inch of you doll...I'm going to feel every inch of your perfect skin, I'm going to taste you and I'm going to make you feel so damn good you'll forgot your own name" His voice slow, and husky. 

"Fuck, I really want that baby" I whispered, not trusting my voice, sounding more whimpering than I wanted to. Bucky's breath was shaky.

"God, you have no idea how much I want that doll, I just want to have you right here...You make me feel so...needy" He groans, his fingers pushing my jeans down past my hips. 

"Yeah baby? You're needy for me?" I asked, smirking. A low moan escaped from Bucky's throat as I spoke, he nodded his head his face rubbing against mine. 

"God yeah doll, I'm so damn needy for you" He whispers, his lips touching my face tracing my features. I smirked and pushed my jeans off, leaving my lower half in just my blood red lacy panties. Bucky's breath hitched as he looked down, his breath shaky from the view of my panties. 

"Oh...god...doll. You look so damn good, I can't think straight" He whimpered. I smirked, loving the effect I was having on him, I grabbed my top and pulled it over my lead, my bra matched my panties. 

"God...doll...I've never seen anything as beautiful as you standing there right now.. I swear I could just stand and look at you, for hours... You're just...perfect"

"You could stare at me for hours... or you could touch me for hours" I smirked, pressing my lips to his cheek. His breath hitched and his hands held onto my hips tighter. He closed his eyes for a moment, as if he was trying to regain some control over himself, but then he opened them again, his gaze strikingly beautiful as he looked at me. 

"God...I swear if I touch you right now, I'm not going to want to stop doll. Once I get my hands on you, I don't think I'll be able to keep myself from going feral on you" He whispers, kissing my face as he speaks. 

"Touch me... I can handle feral" I grinned, reaching up to hold his collar pulling him close to me. Bucky's eyes darkened, those beautiful blue orbs staring intently at me. 

"Oh doll...you're asking for it now...you won't be able to handle how wild I'm gonna get with you, I'm going to devour you" He whispers, his lips finding my neck, biting and kissing me. 

"Please baby" I begged, enjoying his words, but I needed him so badly. His lips opened, sucking my neck hard, it felt nice, so good. 

"Damn..doll...you're asking for it and I'm gonna give you what you want, I'm gonna make you scream for me" His lips sucking my skin harder. 

"I'm usually the one sucking the necks... your lips feel so good Bucky" I whimper. Bucky let out a loud moan as he continued to kiss and nibble my neck, his body pressed against mine, his hands on my hips trying to pull me closer. 

"Doll... you can suck on my neck anytime you want...but right now, I just want to mark up this pretty skin of yours, make sure everyone knows you're mine"

"Sweetheart" I say frowning. "You can't mark me.. Humans can't mark vampires" I whimper as he licks a stripe along my neck. Vampires could mark other vampires, and vampires could mark humans, but sadly humans cannot mark vampires. Bucky's mouth stop at my words, he pulled back to look at me, his eyes burning with a mixture of desire and need, but also a hint of disappointment. His metal fingers traced along my jaw as he spoke. 

"Damn doll... I didn't realise. I just...I just want to mark you up, and claim you as mine... I don't want any other man to even look at you, let alone touch you" 

"I'm sorry cutie, I don't make the vampire rules" I giggled, my lips moving to kiss his jawline. Bucky tilted his neck slightly, giving me more access, my lips moved from his jaw, along his neck, letting my fangs gently graze across the scar I left from earlier. 

"I know doll..I know it's not your fault...Doesn't stop me from wanting to claim you, mark you as mine... I want you to be mine" He whispers. 

"We'll get a pen later and write your name" I giggled, my tone playful. Bucky let out a soft chuckle, his head tilting even more. 

"Oh doll, you're just too damn cute...And I'm not just gonna write my name, I'm gonna write 'property of Bucky' as well, make sure everyone knows, you're all mine" I whimper at his words, wanting deeply to be his, I was a little stressed he was only saying these words in the heat of the moment, but I wished so much he really meant it. 

"You can mark me...in other ways" I grin, moving my hand to his hip, brushing over his hard cock. Bucky's eyes narrowed onto mine, his fingers tracing over the skin of my hips. "I'm yours Bucky, if you want me, I'm so fucking yours" I whimper, his fingers slowly dancing along the waistline of my panties. 

"Of course I want you... Of course I want you to be mine, I'm not going to think about anything else until I have you so damned claimed and satisfied that you won't think about anyone else... You're mine" He spoke his fingers finally moving into my panties, his fingertips ghosting my clit, teasing me deliciously. Bucky moaned softly as his fingers dipped into the wetness of my pussy, his fingers sliding in between my folds and down to my hole, dipping his fingers into me, I moaned loudly, holding onto his collar to keep myself from falling to the ground. 

"God...doll...you're so damn perfect...and you're all mine" He whispers, his fingers dipping deep into my tight hole. 

"Fuck" I whispered. 

"Oh god...the sounds you make...it's driving me so damn crazy, I need you so badly" He groaned, his fingers stretching my hole, the wetness dripping out of me. My legs buckle, and I hold tighter onto his shoulders, my head resting in the crook of his neck, I pressed my lips against his skin, my fangs grazing his skin. I wanted to bite him so bad, but I wouldn't, not after already having drunk from him today. He added a third finger into me, thrusting them in and out fast. 

"You know.... having a vampire drink your blood during sex...apparently it's one of the best highs ever" I whispered, my lips tracing his neck as I spoke. I had never had sex with a human, but I knew it would feel good for him. 

"Oh god" His breath hitches "You don't even know how much I want that, doll"

"Not tonight, I've already drank from you today" I say my fangs gently grazing that perfect little scar I made, his fingers fucked me hard, I was whimpering in need, wanting more of him. "You know, you can get addicted to vampires" I smirk, sucking a love bite onto his neck, careful not to nick him with my fangs. Bucky lets out a shaky moan.

"Doll...I think I'm already addicted to you, I don't think I'll ever be able to get enough of you...of your touch" He groans. 

"I have a fun idea" I smirked, his fingers stopped for a moment. 

"What's your idea?" He asked, his hand now up by his lips, sucking the fingers that were just inside me. 

"You fuck me against that window, the moonlight illuminating our bodies as we lose ourselves to one another" I smirk, my eyes watching his mesmerising blue eyes. 

"Oh god...that's an incredible idea baby, I need you...right now" He speaks, his breath heavy. 

"Take me baby, I'm yours" I whisper, pressing my lips to him. I kiss him for a few moments before pushing him off me, I step away from him and took Bucky's hand in mine, I pull him over to the stand in front of me as I stood in front of the window. Not moving my eyes away from his I slowly took my bra off dropping it on the ground, Bucky watched me, his eyes watching my every movement, his hands were clenching by his sides, his fingers probably itching to get his hands on me. I slid my panties down my legs stepping out from them, I smirk as Bucky as his eyes raked over my body, I blew him a kiss and then turned round, pressing my hands against the window, the moon shined bright over my body, I stuck my arse out for him, waiting for him to come touch me. I heard Bucky step closer to me, his hands moving to my hips and down to squeeze my arse, his groaned as he did. 

"You.. you're so goddamn beautiful... like a goddess.. and you're all mine" He whispers, leaning down to press his lips to the arch of my back. 

"I'm yours for the taking baby" I whisper, my voice laced with need, not wanting to wait anymore. I felt his metal hand grip my hip tight, holding me still, his other hand held onto his hard cock, he slipped the tip into my pussy folds, moving up and down, covering his cock in my wetness, and then finally he pressed the tip of his cock into my pussy, stretching me so good. I moaned loudly as his entire length slid into me, he kept moving until he was fully in me, his hips were against my skin, he stopped moving, allowing me to adjust to the sheer width of his cock. 

"Jesus fuck Bucky" I whisper, my head fell forward to rest on the window. His hands were holding onto my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh. 

"Oh...doll...you feel so good...I don't think I can be gentle with you right now...I need you so badly" He groaned his hips moving slowly, his cock moving ever so slightly within me. 

"Don't be gentle, fucking ruin me, please" I beg, my nails scraping the window slightly, I looked up seeing the moon at her highest point, her light shining on both of us. I heard Bucky's breath hitched, his hips began moving fast, fucking me hard, a low growl left his throat as he fucked me hard and raw. 

"Oh doll, you're begging for it, aren't you? I'll ruin you, I'll make you squirm and moan and scream for me" He rambled, his hips hitting my arse hard as he thrusted into me. 

"Fuck" I moaned as Bucky's hips met mine, the sound of our skin slapping together echoing throughout the room, his hands holding onto me tight as he leans forward, his lips finding my shoulder as he kisses my skin before biting down hard into my skin. 

"Fuck...Bucky...God fuck, I'm yours baby, all yours" I moaned, my pussy tightening around him, pushing me close to my edge. 

Bucky lets out a loud growl as I speak, my words making his hips move faster, his lips nipping and sucking my shoulder, and my neck, anywhere he can reach. 

"Oh...you're all mine...you're all mine doll...and I'm going to make you scream it, make you beg me to take you...god...I need you so bad baby, I need all of you" 

"Take me, I'm yours...please...I need to come, make me come baby, please" I whimper, my voice begging him as my legs started to shake, my vision started to go blurry as I felt his hips hit against my skin, his cock stretching my pussy. Bucky's hands dug even harder into my hips as I spoke. 

"You're gonna come for me sweet girl, begging me so beautifully, I'm gonna make you come for me, gonna make you scream my name" He rambled his words getting lost in his lust. When I felt his hand snake around my body his fingers pressing against my clit I squealed loudly, my body shaking as I came hard, my pussy clenching around his cock. 

"Fuck...Bucky...fuck..tell me you feel good, fuck please" I begged, the overwhelming sensation washing throughout my body. 

"Fuck baby, you feel so damn good, I can feel you tightening around me, such a good girl, I need you to come again baby, can you do that for me?" He asks, I whimper as I nod, his cock thrusting into me fast and hard. 

"I'd do anything for you, absolutely anything, you ask, I'm yours fuck Bucky" I whimper. 

"Anything doll?" Bucky whispers, his lips tracing along the skin of my back "I'm gonna hold you to that...you're gonna be my good girl, come again for me doll, I need to feel you baby"

"I'm all yours, just yours" I whimpered, my body convulsing again as I reach my peak, I came hard, my body shaking as Bucky held me up with one arm. Bucky's breath hitched at my words, he fucked into me hard. 

"That's my girl, you're so good, so fucking good for me doll, you look so fucking beautiful, the moon shining on you, fuck" He rambles, he sounded closer to his edge, his hips thrusting messily into me, his fingers digging into my skin. 

"You close baby?" I ask, my hands slipping down the window, I look over my shoulder at him, he looked feral, his eyes were shut, whilst his head was thrown back, his mouth opened as he fucked harder into me, it was fucking beautiful, he looked breathtaking. 

"So close baby" He groaned "You're driving me wild, your voice...your words...It's taking everything in me to no lose control" 

"Lose control, let go" I whispered, my voice laced with how desperate I was for him to finish in me. Bucky's leg shook, he groaned loudly his hips halting against my body as he came loudly, filling my pussy. His body convulsed and his cock twitched inside of me, filling me completely. He held onto me tight, his body falling onto mine, his chest pressed against my back.

"Fuck baby" He whispered, his lips moving against my skin as he spoke. 

"You're right...fuck baby" I whispered, repeating his words "We're good together" 

Bucky's breathing came in short ragged gasps "We're more than good, doll...we're...we're perfect...I...I don't want you with anyone else but me, no one should see you like this but me darling, no one else should touch you but me.." He whispered, rambling. 

"You mean it?" I asked quietly. I felt him leave my body, the absence of his cock making my pussy feel empty, I could feel it clenching around nothingness. He wrapped his arm around my waist turning me around to face him, he pressed his lips to mine, his hand reaches up to touch my cheek, caressing me gently. 

"Of course I mean it doll" He whispers, his perfect icy blue eyes on mine "I meant every word, you're mine now baby, only mine, no one else can have you, touch you, kiss you, except for me...You're all mine and and I mean that" He rambles. He moves his leg to rest in between mine, the mix of our come dripping down from my pussy onto his leg. 

"I want that too Bucky" I spoke "I don't care that we only met today, I'm yours...and you're mine"

Bucky's breath hitches slightly, his body moving to press against mine.

"That's right doll, I'm all yours, and you're all mine...We may have just met, but I already know that I'm not going to let you go, not ever...You're mine, and I'm going to make sure you never forget it"

(I do not consent my works to be posted anywhere else, by anyone other than myself.)

[thelovelylolly]

For the valentines post, could i request 24.27,28 with stucky x reader.

Maybe the boss do something stupid like leave reader out of an important mission to prove buckys innocence, but they leave agent!reader behind while she’s asleep and she feels betrayed and like she doesn’t belong with them. But after some avoidance they finally talk and make up?

Thank you I’m so excited!!

First Mission

Summary: Steve and Bucky leave you behind on Bucky's most important mission, which leads you to avoid them. Warnings: a bit of angst and hurt/comfort, but dw theres a happy ending (and they/them pronouns and 'doll' are used for reader) <3 Word Count: 1185 Notes: i love these men so much like it's BAD so thank u very much for this request lol <3

You knew Bucky's first mission was going to be a big one in order to clear his name. You specifically asked to be assigned to that mission with him and Steve, since the three of you work well together and have a special connection. Plus, you wanted to be there to celebrate Bucky's achievement. You had talked about it with them, but you hadn't noticed the shared look between them.

Even though he wanted you to go, Bucky requested that it would just be him and Steve. It wasn't that he didn't like you, he really did. He didn't want to risk you getting hurt in case things went south. He didn't fully trust himself yet, so he decided that it would be best to keep you at the compound, at least for this mission.

Steve respected his wishes and the two left without you.

The morning after they left, you woke up and went through your usual routine. You made your way to the kitchen and started to make yourself a cup of coffee when you noticed Steve and Bucky weren't there. Usually they'd be in the living room, relaxing after their morning run. You'd go over and talk with them as you sipped your coffee.

But the living room was empty and quiet.

You walked over with your mug in your hands and took a seat in your chair, trying to figure out where the boys went when Sam walked into the kitchen.

"Sam?" You called, catching his attention.

"Yeah?" He replied.

"Do you know where Bucky and Steve went?"

Sam raised an eyebrow, looking over at you from the kitchen. "They went on their mission. Did they not tell you?"

You felt your heart drop at Sam's answer and you looked down at your mug, the coffee and creamer swirling inside. Did they leave you behind because you weren't good enough? Did they think you couldn't keep up with them? "No, they didn't. When did they leave?"

"Around midnight," he answered, walking over to you. "They seriously didn't tell you?"

You shook your head, not looking up at him. "I'm as surprised as you are."

Sam noticed your disappointment and sadness, taking a seat on the couch adjacent to your chair.

"Would you, uh, like to hang out with me 'till they get back? Maybe it'll help take your mind off of them for a bit," he offered, smiling at you.

You looked up, returning the smile. "I'd like that."

----

Steve and Bucky's mission lasted about four days, most of it being recon. They were happy to return to the compound, but they were both surprised when you weren't there to greet them. They got cleaned up and changed before heading to the common area, both of them looking for you.

You were in the kitchen, scrolling on your phone as you snacked on an apple. You could feel their eyes on you, but you didn't look up at them. As if on cue, Sam appeared at your side and you turned your attention to him.

"Ready for our run?" He asked, grabbing a water bottle from the fridge. You had told him that you didn't want to be around Steve or Bucky for a little bit, just to clear your mind, so he offered to go on a run with you.

"Yep!" You answered, eager to get out of the compound.

You two ignored Steve and Bucky as you left, your chatter and laughter getting farther and farther away.

Bucky looked over at Steve, confused. "Did I do something wrong?"

"No, you didn't," Steve quickly reassured him. "I...I don't know what's going on. Maybe it's because we went on the mission alone. You know they wanted to come along."

Bucky sighed. "Yeah, but I didn't want them to get hurt."

Steve walked over and wrapped his arms around Bucky, who instantly relaxed at his touch.

"We'll talk to them when they get back."

----

When you did get back, you went straight to your room and continued to ignore them. It went on like that for a few days. You avoided Steve and Bucky the best that you could, only really hanging out with Sam.

Bucky started to overthink things, thinking he really had made the wrong call when he asked for you not to be on the mission. Steve tried his best to reassure him, but he started to overthink things, too.

The worse part was he knew him and Bucky both had feelings for you. He knew he was falling the moment you joined the team, and he watched as Bucky did, too. They couldn't tell if you were just a good friend or if you felt the same way.

But with you avoiding them and hanging out with Sam, they realized you probably didn't. They still wanted to be your friends, so they decided to finally confront you about the entire situation.

They found you in your room. You absentmindedly told them 'come in' when they knocked, but your mood dropped when you saw who was at you door.

"What do you need?" You asked, clearly not wanting to talk to them.

"We need to talk to you," Steve answered, shutting the door behind him and Bucky.

You sighed, sitting up on the edge of your bed. "About what?"

"You've been avoiding us ever since we got back from the mission-"

"Because you didn't let me come along," you cut Steve off.

"So, that's what this is about?" Bucky asked. "I asked for you not to come because I didn't want you to get hurt, just in case."

"Oh..." You sighed your gaze falling to your lap. "Then, I really overreacted."

"What about you and Sam..." Steve trailed off.

"Oh!" You quickly perk up, standing up from your bed to stand in front of them. "No, no, it's not what you think. I don't like him, I like you. Both of you."

Steve and Bucky's eyes widened at your confession, but you just smiled at them, your face heating up.

"And I've felt this way for a while," you added.

Bucky was the first to smile back, Steve quickly doing the same.

"We feel the same way, doll," Steve replied softly.

You let out a relieved sigh at his words before turning your attention to Bucky. "I didn't ask, but how'd the mission go, Buck?"

"It, uh, it went great. The reports went through and I'm officially cleared for duty and all that stuff," he answered.

Your smile widened. "I am so proud of you, Bucky."

You saw the tension and stress leave his body at your words. You took a few steps forward and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into a tight hug.

"Thank you, doll," he said softly, his arms wrapping around your back and holding you close. He lifted his head and looked over at Steve. "Could you both, um...will you just...hold me? Please?"

Steve smiled and wrapped his arms around you and Bucky. In that moment, with their arms around you, you wished you hadn't ignored and avoided them for so long.

[buckysm]

TEASER!! TEASER!! TEASER!! TEASER!! TEASER!! TEASER!! TEASER!! TEASER!!

(WORK IN PROGRESS!!!! NEXT ➡️➡️➡️ UP)

FEATURING!!! my most watched movie on letterboxd- slow burn - angsty times- smutty times- nasty people- mean and rude everyone- questionable characters -questionable choices-

[mrs-barnes-rogers-writes]

The Fate Of A Fae - Part 8

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader x Steve Rogers

Soulmate Match: You know on sight. Friends also know when they meet you if you're a match for one of their friends.

Summary: Natasha Romanoff is a meddling, pain in the ass Sprite, who you wrongly thought would leave you alone once you introduced her to your best friend, Darcy. News flash, she doesn’t and she won’t. Not when she thinks you’re a perfect match for two of her best friends. Could she be right? Maybe. Just don’t tell her that.

“Never tell Natasha Romanoff she was right” - Clint Barton

Chapter Summary: Bucky attempts to care for reader. Who's at the door?

Chapter Warning: Mentions of scarring.

An hour after Bucky and Natasha have started on your surprisingly expensive bottle of vodka, he finds himself trying to process the moments that came before.

Your kitchen trashed. Your legs and feet covered in cuts. The tears on Tony’s shoulder and a softer side to the billionaire that is rarely seen.

It seemed many of your now joint friendship group had met you and held you close in their hearts. You did yoga with Pepper and Maria. You’d helped Sam update the library at the VAs he assisted at and had even held some creative writing classes for the veterans. You and Nat often worked out together, well, before you’d stopped speaking to her. Last week he’d even spotted you (not followed of course) visit the park with the Bartons and he’s heard rumours (again not followed you and seen for himself) that you and Loki hustle people at pool.

When he’d entered your apartment he’d half expected you to yell and throw him out and although you were initially reluctant for him to hold you, you’d not put up a fight as he’d carried you to bed.

With Natasha now on her way to meet Darcy he found himself alone and processing his emotions. He was torn between keeping you by his side 24/7, burning your parents house down and bonding you immediately. Remembering his own parents words about not coming on too strong, he decided to at least wait until you woke to do anything hasty.

His phone buzzed on the counter top.

Message received.

Steve: How is she?

Bucky: Sleeping

Steve: Tony called me.

Bucky: And?

Steve: I think I should come back.

Bucky: Do you?

Bucky couldn’t help but grit his teeth. He’d asked Steve to come back the minute Natasha had shown him the photo of you. He knew you were his. Steve’s too. But Steve had been on a flight to Europe and had simply replied saying you were beautiful but they should keep to the natural order of things. Bucky hadn’t liked that at all.

Steve: Buck please.

Bucky: You should have come home the moment you knew she was ours!

Steve: I’m not tampering with the fates like that Buck.

Bucky: You don’t know that it was tampering.

Steve: If she's both of ours we’d have met her together. You damn well know that. Instead Natasha has manipulated the situation and introduced you to her without me there.

Bucky: Because she knew you’d do this.

Steve: Because it’s not the order of things Bucky! We were meant to meet her at the next Stark event. You know this!!! I’m not gonna jeopardise everything we could have because you can’t wait.

Bucky: I just want us to be happy. To keep her safe. Don’t we deserve to be happy Stevie? After everything?

Steve: Don’t do that.

Bucky: What?

Steve: Don’t play that card with me. Buck, I just wished you’d have kept to the order of things I don’t want things to go south like they did for my Mom.

Bucky: Steve, you’re nothing like your father. And they weren’t soulmates.

Steve: No, but he made her believe that they were. Ma just wanted to be loved and taken care of and he manipulated the situation. I don’t want her to think we’re doing that. I’ll never forgive myself if we push this at the wrong time and it doesn’t work out for us. For any of us. Please be careful. Don’t push her too much.

Bucky doesn’t know what to say after that. The situation was very different to Steve’s parents, but Steve had a point. Push too hard and, just like his father had pointed out, you could flit off.

He decides to move the conversation on. He’s not about to tell Steve he’s right, even a little.

Bucky: She has an appointment in the morning with Bruce and Helen. Shall I call you so you can hear what they say?

Steve: Of course. Or video call so I can see her, and it’s a little like I’m there in person. I’ll show Tony these pieces first thing tomorrow and then I’ll look at heading back.

Bucky: That’s up to you but I think it might help. Your approach is probably softer than mine.

Steve: I’m not sure about that. I still can’t really talk to women.

Bucky: I’d teach you bud but I’m out of practice.

Steve replies but Bucky doesn’t have a chance to read it, as the sound of you heaving pulls him towards you. You’re still asleep when he reaches you, retching in your sleep as he scoops you up, having grabbed the trash can at the edge of the bedroom on the way. You wake with a jolt as he tries to position you over it. You heave again and then gasp for air as you grab the can.

Bucky can feel the heat radiating from your body and he wonders if your body is reacting already. You push him away and throw off the hoodie you’re in, leaving you in just a bralette and shorts. You wobbled on your knees as the heaving continued but with nothing leaving your stomach. Bucky’s brow furrowed.

“Have you eaten today?”

You weakly shook your head. Looking like you were going to pass out any second, Bucky reached out to hold you up again. Only this time you were shirtless and as he ran his hand along your back his attention was pulled from watching you dry heave into the bin and towards the scaring that zigzagged across your back. Bucky tried his best to conceal the rumble in his chest, he really did, but it filled him with pure rage to see the damage that littered your back. You surprisingly didn’t react as he touched you but Bucky’s certain you’re not warming to him. You’re far too stubborn for that. He then realises you can’t feel it, when his hand drifts to your side and his rumble gets louder you jump and clumsily pull yourself away. Bucky’s not sure if it’s because you’ve realised he’s touching your scars or because you’re scared of him. He hopes it’s not the latter. He grits his teeth again and decides to go back to his original question.

“I asked you a question fae? Have you eaten?”

You shook your head. Bucky shook his head in disappointment, holding in the words he wanted to say, how he wanted to tell you off for not looking after yourself as he battled with his dragon trying to take control.

“You have to take better care of yourself.”

You remained silent and kept your eyes off of Bucky.

“Fae please. You’re not well and you’ve got more alcohol and tea in your apartment than food.”

You shrugged. This was going to be harder than Bucky thought. Your nonchalant attitude about your wellbeing was going to seriously piss him off. He was tempted to put you over his damn knee but that would have to wait.

“You need to see Bruce and Helen tomorrow. I’ll stay the night and we can go first thing. The sooner they check you over, the sooner they’ll get the results.”

“Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why do I need to see them?”

Bucky let out a sigh but before he could piece together an explanation you spoke again.

“It’s the tablets isn’t it?”

“Do you know what they are?”

“A muscle relaxant that’s for fairy pains. It’s meant to help with the muscle tissue and wing joint pains. The doctor said I get them more because the muscle tissue is there but the wings aren’t.”

“Which doctor told you that?”

“The one I’ve had since I was a kid.”

“You still see the same doctor you saw as a kid?”

“Well no he’s hundreds of miles away. I see who he recommended here. What are they? The tablets?”

Before Bucky has a chance to answer there’s a buzzing from the security system that someone had approached your door. Bucky’s brow furrowed. There’d been no buzz from the main door. His dragon nose wrinkled as he tried to pick up who had arrived unannounced at your apartment. Natasha was going to call when she was on the way back with Darcy. Another sniff let him know it was a human and they were wearing very cheap cologne. The uninvited visitor set him on edge and as Bucky neared the door, he pulled the glove off his hand and pulled up his sleeves. You fidgeted in the bed and called out to him. He lifted his finger to his lips and gestured for you to stay in bed and you followed his request and slipped under the sheets and positioned yourself so you couldn’t be seen around the screen.

Bucky tapped the security screen next to your door and watched the camera.

Those of complete human presentation weren’t really a threat to Bucky, although nobody or any presentation really was. This one certainly wasn’t, Bucky thought to himself. Sure the guy was tall enough but he couldn’t weigh more than a hundred pounds. Still Bucky didn’t know why he was here and the problems you’d had recently with unwanted attention ran through his mind. Bucky stood up straight and swung the door open, catching the smell of food as he did.

The visitor jumped a little before jumping back even further when he saw Bucky and his broad shoulders filling the doorway.

“Can I help you?”

“Groceries?”

“Is that a question? Or are you delivering something?”

“Ermmm, here, these.” The visitor replied as he hurried to pick up the bags that had been out of sight against his feet. He held them out to Bucky who calmly received them. Looking at the fancy store name on the bag he took a guess that Tony or Pepper had ordered groceries and the new intern had got stuck delivering them. He reached in his pocket to tip him, but the visitor had other ideas.

“Bye” He rushed out as he headed for the stairs.

Bucky closed and locked the door, muttering to himself about “where does Tony get these kids”. The fancy cooler type bags were filled with a variety of fresh ingredients, breads, and dips. Bucky set about putting them away, leaving out a couple of things to make you both something to eat. He sensed getting you to eat would be a problem, as would letting him care for you but at least for now he was close. Anything else he could deal with as it came.

Meanwhile a block away……..

“Is she there? Was it her apartment?”

“I don’t know, I couldn’t see her. If it is her place, then there’s a problem.”

“What kind of problem?”

“A huge one. There was a dragon there.”

“I’m not scared of a dragon.”

“Then you’re an idiot. You should be scared, especially of this one.”

“Why? Who was it?”

“James Barnes. James Buchanan Barnes.”

“The war hero?”

“Yep. I’d stay away if I were you.”

“No, I don’t think I will. He’ll leave her at some point and I’ll add her to my collection.”

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Crossing my fingers that this will inspire you to write a drabble 🤞 How about Stucky + Reader and the love confession “Do I really have to spell it out for you? I love you! Are you happy now?”

Is it reader screaming at Steve and Bucky? Or the other way around? 🤔

If you do something with this, thaaaank yooouuuu 💞

No more dangerous missions

Pairing: BestFriend!Bucky Barnes x BestFriend!Steve Rogers x Best Friend!Fem!Reader

Wordcount: 1.319 Words

Warnings/Tags: polyamory, best friends to lovers, mention of anxiety, kisses, love confession, fluff

Authors Note: Thank you for the request, it definitely was a nice one to write. Hope you like it. Dividers made by me.

Events: Bucky Barnes Bingo [B023 | B1 | Movie night | @buckybarnesbingo], Marvel-OC-Hub-Bingo [Row Three-Two | Angry Heart Felt Confession | @marvel-oc-hub]

“I love you… both of you,” you blurt out when Steve throws a few more of his tight shirts on the bed. Bucky's leaning next to Steve against the wardrobe, his strong arms crossed in front of his chest. His muscles bulge underneath the blue henley he's wearing.

Both of them immediately turn their heads toward you. It's not that you never said to one of your best friends that you love them, but this time… It's different; the tension in the room is thick. With widened eyes, they look at you; Bucky tilts his head slightly — something he does often when he's not sure if he understands something correctly.

It's almost cute the way Steve looks like a lost puppy and Bucky like an interested kitten. But it's just almost cute — the not-so-cute point in the whole conversation is that both of them want to go on a mission that's marked in red — dangerous. Only the best agents are allowed to join such missions, and as good as they are, they are your best boys. And even though you know he would do the job perfectly, you don't want them to go out there and fight something that's not even known yet.

“You what?” Steve is the first who finds his words back. He clears his throat, looking at you apologetically before he takes a deep breath. The pants of his uniform are no longer in his hands but now on the ground. Though, his blue eyes focused on you. “Sorry, but… can you… do you mean it?”

You look away, unsure of what to say. But when they kept asking why you didn't want them to go on the mission, you just didn't think further, and these words slipped past your lips before you could stop them. Bucky pushes himself off the wardrobe, taking a step closer; he kneels down in front of the bed where you're sitting. You know that if you turn your head, you would be confronted with these soft blue eyes, a sight you can't stand in that moment — it hurts to see the beauty and softness, the love and tenderness, while you know that the man who shows you such affection isn't yours.

“Baby doll, can you please look at me?” Bucky asks, his voice holding the sweetness you're craving so much. Bucky brings his flesh hand to place on your thigh, getting your attention immediately. Your eyes shoot to his hand, then up to his face, and just like you thought, he looks at you with the softest smile on his plump lips. “There you go, precious.”

“Bu—” you interrupt yourself; your bottom lip wobbles slightly when you shake your head. Tears form in the corners of your eyes. Steve rushes to sit next to you on the bed, pulling you into his side. You can feel his arm muscles flexing when he moves his hands, wrapping them around your shoulders.

As much as you love their warmth and closeness, right now it's just too much. You push Steve away and get off the bed, turning around when there is some distance between the three of you. Your best friends look confused that you push them away like that.

“Princ—” Steve tries, but when he notices the tears that leak down your cheeks, he stops himself. He takes a deep breath, hoping you do one too — just like you always do when he does, at least since the two of you started to help Bucky with his anxiety. Somehow you started to breathe in with Steve whenever he did it loudly, but this time you don't. You need to order your thoughts before you do anything else. And doing something that reminds you of another sweet and also sometimes moment between the three of you wouldn't help.

“Please, just… stop… don’t, oke?” You try to steady your voice as best as you can, but somehow it sounds even more broken now. You notice their torn expression of doing what you ask or getting up and wrapping you tightly into their strong arms.

“Ba—” Bucky runs his fingers through his hair, looking at Steve for any kind of help. But the other man only shakes his head, not knowing what to do or say either. And if it wouldn't, you feel like your heart is being ripped, you would probably laugh. Two guys are being lost when it comes to a woman. “I'm sorry when I— when we did something wrong. But you need to talk to us, please.”

“You— nothing. Just… Do I really have to spell it out for you? I love you!” You slam your hand into the door of the wardrobe behind you. “Are you happy?” You ask, letting your head fall against the wooden door too. And as much as you hate the strong arm that wraps around you from behind, you lean against the broad chest of Bucky. A sob wracks through your body when you inhale his intoxicating scent.

“It's oke, baby doll, I’ve got you,” Bucky whispers, pressing his lips against the top of your head. He turns the two of you around, facing Steve, while he holds you with his arms tightly pressed against his chest. “Call Tony; he has to look for two other agents for that mission.”

Your eyes widen when Steve really pulls out his phone and taps on it before you hear the familiar sounds when someone calls. You don't hear Tony because the blond-haired man decided to walk out of the room for the call, while Bucky pushes you to the bed and takes a seat — pulling you to sit on his lap, his arms around your waist. You lean your head on his shoulder, gripping his henley tightly while you try to stop the sobs that keep escaping your lips.

“I'm sorry, we didn't know. Stupid, I know; I'm sorry. Baby doll?” Bucky mumbles, waiting for you to look up. When you don't do it, he pokes your side, earning a slow, grumpy giggle between another sob. “It's oke, I got you now.”

“Tony has someone doing the mission,” Steve says, walking back to the two of you. He looks at Bucky, silently talking about anything you don't know since you have your face hidden in his henley once again. “Princess, do you allow us to have a moment of your wonderful attention?”

“Idiot,” you grumble but look at him. A soft smile plastered on his pink lips.

“Feisty,” Bucky mumbles, poking your side and earning another soft giggle from you. “Yeah, ticklish, aren’t you?”

“Can you forgive us for being jerks? We shouldn't have considered that mission, knowing you would hate it, no matter if you would have confessed your love or not. And we are sorry; it would have given us just the perfect opportunity to talk about a surprise we have planned for you,” Steve explains, kneeling down in front of you. His hands finding their way, one on your thighs and the other on Bucky's.

“Guess we have to do it today, then. Your favorite restaurant is free anyway; the cinema is there too,” Bucky grins, and you know their plan. Favorite foods, favorite movies, and that in your favorite restaurant where you're able to watch the stars afterwards. “So, how about you get ready, and we take you out for a good dinner with all the rom-coms your heart desires?”

“Why…?” you whisper, earning a low chuckle from both of your best friends.

“Because we…” Steve starts, grinning at you with such softness in his expression.

“Love you, too.” Bucky finishes the sentence, kissing your forehead softly with a soft smile spread on his handsome face. So, they take you out to your favorite restaurant with a bunch of movies, and at the end of the day, you spend the first of millions of nights cuddled up with your favorite super soldiers.

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The Mate Chapter 5

By V.C. Turner (@writeturnlove)

CHAPTER WARNINGS: Do NOT read if you are under 18; SMUT, SEX, DP, MFM SEX, THREESOME, UNPROTECTED SEX, BLOOD PLAY/KINK, BITING, BRIEF MINOR BONDAGE.

To say that I’m nervous would be an understatement. I’m terrified. In less than 24 hours, I will be bonded to two men and ascend to a leadership role over a group of people I didn’t know existed a few months ago. We’re just minutes away from another pack meeting; this one called by the Elders, who plan to introduce us as The Alpha Triad. The Fates decided that I am the one true mate of the Alpha and Beta wolves of the North Pointe Pack. Once the Elders verify the mating, no one dares question their judgment.

I’m standing between my mates – Steve on my left and Bucky on my right. I’m shaking. Steve notices and places a reassuring hand on the center of my lower back. Bucky slips his hand into mine and squeezes. Today is the first time I’ve seen them since their mothers took me away from the Alpha house before we could break a fundamental rule: No sex before the Bonding Ceremony.

The ritual is set to take place tomorrow night beneath the full moon and in front of the entire pack.

But tonight, we must stand before them and assert our positions.

My breath is coming out in short bursts. Steve turns to me, lifts my chin, and places a chaste kiss to my lips. He whispers in my ear.

“It will be fine, Sweetheart,” he says.

My body instantly settles, and I can think clearly again. Steve calms me when I need it. I love that about him. I stop shaking and focus on Sasha Barnes as she calls the meeting to order.

“North Pointe brothers and sisters, it is a proud day for our pack. As predicted by Elder Evelyn and I, we have confirmed The Alpha Triad,” she announces.

A hush falls over the large room. Several tense moments pass before measured chaos begins. I can’t tell what they are saying because I’m too far away. What I can hear are the sounds of shock coming from the crowd, and I brace myself for what comes next.

From our place backstage, we see Evelyn Rogers step forward. She holds her hand up and the room immediately quiets, yielding to her authority.

“Family, as the prophecy had dictated, our Luna has been chosen. Tomorrow night she will be bonded to the Alpha and Beta of our pack. I now ask The Alpha Triad to step forward to stand before the pack, for tomorrow the three of you shall be joined for life.”

Steve leads the three of us onto the center of the stage and the sound of whispers starts up again. The moment hangs over my head like a heavy cloud, threatening to soak me with the weight of this new responsibility.

Bucky squeezes my hand again, then leans down to me.

“Stand tall and look each one of them in the eye. They need to see strength to respect you and your position,” he advises.

I straighten my posture and gaze into the crowd. There are expressions of shock, caution, and a few looks of disgust. Fuck them. I’m Luna. They will just have to deal with it.

“As you know,” Sasha begins, “While this is a happy occasion because our pack leaders have found true love, it is also a time of concern. The prophecy regarding the Alpha Triad states that there will be an upcoming war with a vampire clan. The conflict between our species has raged for millennia, however we’ve enjoyed several decades of peace due to a treaty signed by our ancestors. Unfortunately, this peace is about to end. Since we do not know when our enemies will attack, we must begin preparations immediately. My son James, as Beta, will help organize the tactical preparations, while Alpha Steve Rogers will divide the pack into specific groups who will ensure that each pack member and their families have the resources to deal with this threat. Now, I will turn the meeting over to our Alpha.”

The room falls silent as Steve steps forward, bringing Bucky and I with him.

“North Pointe Family, I know that much of what you heard comes as a shock. My primary concern is to ensure the safety of this pack, so we will begin organizing and training starting next week. I will delegate some of my usual duties to other pack leaders as I will be sequestered for the next two weeks as part of the bonding ritual. Speaking of my personal life: The fact that my new mate is also the mate of my Beta came as a shock to me, too. While a part of me knew, deep down, that she was the one for both of us, it was only just confirmed. This joining, this Alpha Triad is unfamiliar territory for all of us, however this is how things were meant to be. Y/N is a part of this family, and she will always be our Luna,” Steve declares.

My breathing picks up as all eyes focus on me. I don’t want to talk tonight. I have way too much on my mind to form a cohesive thought. Judging from the looks on their faces, I worry anything I say will make me an even bigger target than I already am.

Bucky speaks next and I internally thank him for the favor.

“North Pointe pack, I didn’t want to admit it to myself at first, but I felt it the moment I met y/n. I realized she was – she is my mate, and now I can’t imagine life without her. I will protect her with my life, and I expect my pack members to do the same. No one shall harm her, physically or mentally. If they try, they will answer to us,” announces Bucky as he turns to Steve, who nods in agreement.

I’m not required to speak. I could stand here until the meeting is over, but I can’t remain silent.

Something inside me feels an undeniable urge to say something; to stake my claim to these men and to this pack so that there is no question as to my position.

In a voice that comes out stronger than expected, I shock the Hell out of everyone when I let go of Steve and Bucky, and step forward to the front of the stage.

“North Pointe, I am an ordinary human compared to the strength that each of you wield, but do not mistake my humanity for weakness. I was not born of you. I do not have the blood of your pack running through my veins, but I am Luna, and I do not take that honor lightly. This is my oath to all of you: I will provide comfort and protection to those in need. You are my family now and I am willing to die for my family. If you learn nothing else about me on this night, know this: Those who come for my family will pay with their blood,” I state.

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Mission Report

Pairings: Incubus!Stucky x Enhanced!Female Reader, Incubus!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader, Incubus!Steve Rogers x Female Reader Summary: After a night with the two demons, Brock comes to collect your body and faces the fury of all three of you. Word Count: Over 4k Warnings: Explicit sexual content, threesome, unprotected sex, vaginal fingering, spitroasting, blood, violence (shooting, stabbing, and more), physical and mental torture, dark elements, death, revenge, implied noncon, possessive behavior, supernatural elements, Incubus Stucky (that's a warning, lovelies!). A/N: Fic #10 and final fic for Navy's Trick or Treat Nonsense! I had to revisit my incubi the day before Halloween and this is a direct follow up to Ready to Comply. ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @firefly-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Less than a day passed since Bucky and Steve claimed you as their own, but it felt like you always belonged to them. You were their eternal award for their capture. They were your reward for the pain you endured. The three of you would scorch the earth together.

Your captors weren't strong enough to endure the flames.

As you lay naked on the floor as instructed, you counted the footsteps as the squad members got closer. There were three pairs of heavy boots, one set which belonged to Brock Rumlow. You almost pushed yourself up when fiery anger coursed through your veins. You wanted him turned to ash just so you could watch the wind blow him away into nothingness. It would be glorious to smile in the face of his demise.

“She feels your rage, Buck. Reign it in,” Steve ordered from where he sat in the corner.

“No,” Bucky spoke in an almost laidback tone from the opposite corner. “Let her feel it.”

In the very short time they bound you to them, you figured out that Steve was the more assertive of the two. It didn't mean Bucky wasn't forceful when he had to be. At the moment though, he wanted you to feel a bit more of his impulsive side.

“Now isn’t the time,” Steve chastised, making Bucky scoff in reply.

You lost the concept of time the day you were unwillingly taken under Hydra's wing. Counting down the hours, minutes, and seconds did you no good as you waited for whatever horror they decided to unleash upon you. The days were no longer a precious gift, but a stark reminder that you were closer to death.

A sound reminiscent of a snarl escaped as you opened your mouth. “Hydra took everything from me,” you grumbled as angry tears sprang to your eyes. “I want their blood to stain the ground. I want it to paint the walls.”

Thanks to the demons in your cell, your demons, you would get your revenge. You would live to fight again. And you would live to serve them. You promised them forever, after all.

An odd sense of comfort surrounded you and allowed you to breathe a bit easier. “We can feel your pain, sweetheart,” Steve whispered.

Bucky hummed, the warmth doubling within your chest. “We can also feel your strength, doll.”

“We'll spill their blood,” the blonde promised as you blinked the tears away. “But not if you're impatient. We need you to act docile when they take you out of the room.”

“Stevie's right. We know you're angry. We all are. They'll pay. Trust us,” the brunette agreed. “And we'll have lots of fun along the way.”

Demons were many things and played lots of tricks, but one thing they wouldn't do was lie to you. It allowed you to let the hurt go for the time being. “I'll behave,” you whispered when the footsteps stopped in front of the door.

“That's our girl,” the incubi said in unison, the words wrapping around your heart and reminding you that you weren't alone in this fight.

The bond crackled between the three of you as the door swung open. It allowed you to remain still, just like they told you to. You made no move to cover yourself as the men observed you on the floor. Your demons also made no move to go toward them. With the symbol above the doorway, there was no way for them to escape.

Yet.

“Well, well, well. I thought we’d find a corpse when we opened the door,” Brock smirked. Instead of snapping back the way you wanted to, you made a wounded sound instead. “But I guess they fucked the fight out of you after all.”

“She was a lot of fun to play with,” Bucky said, the phantom touch of his claw moving along your back easing you. “Really does go pliant with a cock in her.”

You had to bite your lip to suppress your moan. They wrung so much pleasure out of you that you stopped counting the orgasms. You were certain their seed was still dripping out of your holes.

“She was stronger than most,” Steve added, one of his claws joining Bucky’s as you made another small sound. It was arousing as much as it was calming. As fun as it would be to beg for their cocks in front of these men, now wasn’t the time to play. And the guards weren’t an audience who deserved to watch you get off. “Feel free to bring her back.”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Fucking freaks,” Brock sneered, his hand tightening around the taser prod on his hip. “Get up, bitch. We don’t have all day.”

You slowly lifted your head and held a hand out. All you had to do was pretend just a little bit longer. “Help me,” you whispered.

His lip curled in a dark smirk as he stayed in place. “You really think I’m dumb enough to go in there? Nice fucking try. Crawl if you can't walk.”

Bucky growled in your mind and Steve’s fury simmered in your core as you began to drag yourself across the cold floor, both of your demons itching to attack when the men laughed at your “weakened” state. You let them have their fun. It would be one of the last things they ever did in this world. And it would be your laughter ringing in their ears once their souls went to Hell.

Soon.

Once you crawled far enough out of the room, the guards finally moved to grab you. They each took an arm and yanked you to your feet, uncaring of your discomfort, as your head lolled from side to side. Brock’s eyes lewedly dragged along your shivering frame before he grabbed your chin and forced you to look into his dark eyes. There was no mercy in his gaze.

And you felt none in your heart for him.

The fingers on your chin tightened painfully, but you didn’t give Brock the satisfaction of whimpering. “Did you learn your lesson?”

“Yes, sir,” you answered before he forced you to look over your shoulder, your neck straining from the angle. Bucky and Steve’s eyes glowed a furious shade of red as they moved to the center of the room and stared you both down. It would’ve frightened you if you didn’t know that they were yours.

“I think they miss you already. Slut,” Brock taunted, saliva hitting your cheek as he roughly released you and walked down the hall. “Bring her to my office. Let’s see her fight back when she can barely stand on her own two feet.”

Steve whispered one word as the men began to drag you away. “Now.”

A surge of energy flowed through you as you harshly shoved the guard to your right away with enough force that he smacked the wall. Before the other guard could react, you grabbed his gun from his holster and aimed at his head. “Safety first,” you said, firing a bullet through his skull.

“Stupid bitch,” the first guard snapped as he straightened up. You grabbed his wrist when he reached for his gun, his skin warming under your touch as he gasped air. Just as quickly as his skin grew hot, he grew deathly cold.

“You feel that?” Bucky moaned.

“I feel it,” Steve confirmed. “She's giving us his energy.”

You didn't know how you were doing that since Bucky and Steve used sex to drain life force. Were you a conduit now thanks to your bond? Just how powerful had they made you?

“Help,” the guard gasped before you pressed the gun to his forehead and fired. You smiled when his body hit the floor. It felt like minutes, but happened in the span of seconds.

The blood along the walls also brought an unexpected moan out of you.

Blood. Red. Lust.

“That’s our girl,” Steve praised.

“Good fucking girl,” Bucky added, their pride in you making you whimper.

“Really?” Brock muttered from the end of the hall as he turned to face you, his gun in hand as you shrugged. “I should’ve known you’d do something stupid. Now I need to hire two more men.”

“Actually, you’re the one who did something stupid by giving me to them,” you said, gesturing behind you. “And we’re going to kill you.”

Your captor’s scoff made you smile more. He didn’t believe you, but you couldn’t wait to prove him wrong. “Just because you have the serum doesn't mean you're not expendable,” he said, aiming the gun at your heart. “Let's see you try and kill me with a bullet in your chest, bitch.”

“You’re not going to shoot me,” you spoke in a low and hypnotic voice. It wasn’t your own. Your demons were speaking through you. “You’re going to shoot the symbol above the door until you run out of bullets and drop your weapon.”

A bead of sweat rolled down Brock’s forehead as he slowly raised his arm higher, the veins in his neck straining as he tried to resist the order. He had every reason to be afraid. The marking was the only reason Bucky and Steve hadn’t killed him yet. Once they were free, he’d have to answer for his sins.

“What the fuck?” he asked.

“Doesn't feel good to not be in control, does it?” you replied, taking great pleasure in knowing he couldn't stop himself. “Shoot.”

You stared him down as he fired the first shot, watching him grit his teeth. Your nipples hardened as he fired again and you couldn’t help but dip a hand between your legs as power continued to move through you. It shouldn’t have aroused you so much with two dead bodies nearby, but revenge was exhilarating to say the least.

“Don’t get started without us,” Bucky called out, even as you envisioned him wrapping a hand around his cock. With a whine, you grudgingly stopped touching yourself. “I wanna taste you while he begs for his life.”

“Oh, he’ll beg,” Steve smirked, his claws scratching the wall by the door. “And we won’t listen to his prayers.”

“Shit,” Brock groaned, his arm trembling as he took his last shot.

The hall went silent as you dared to look behind you. Whatever marking that kept the demons trapped in that cell was gone now, lost in a pile of rubble and dust on the ground. “It’s time to play,” you said, urging them to come out.

The gun fell from Brock’s hand as Steve took the first step. He sighed happily when nothing prevented him from walking through, but the glow of his eyes was anything but comforting as he looked at Brock. With unnatural speed, he flew toward him as he reached for his radio. The snap of his wrist breaking was one of the best sounds you’d ever heard.

“Mmm. Break his other wrist, Stevie,” Bucky suggested as he stepped out of the room and joined you at your side. You gasped when he pulled you in front of him to grind his hips against you, his cock hard and hot against your skin. “Make him scream.”

“Fuck-” Brock screamed as Steve snapped his other wrist, his hands useless as the blonde demon grinned.

Steve brought his finger to his mouth and licked a drop of blood away. “You taste bitter,” he taunted before he lifted his head. “Another guard is on the way.”

Bucky chuckled as said man entered the hall a moment later. “All alone? That's brave and stupid.”

“Oh, my God,” he said as he surveyed the scene.

It had to be quite the sight. Blood and brain matter along the walls, the man's boss on the ground in pain, you and your demons naked and unafraid. Haunting and beautiful.

“There's no God here,” Bucky smirked as he lazily rocked his hips against you. “But feel free to pray anyway.”

“Do something!” Brock ordered through his pain.

Bucky spoke a command in his natural tongue as the guard dropped his gun. Fear radiated from him as he took a knife from his belt and turned the edge toward his throat. “I don't wanna-” he shoved the blade deep in his neck with wide eyes before he could finish his statement, gurgling as he collapsed.

“Die,” you whispered, completing his sentence.

You had to bite back a moan as Bucky turned your head to meet your lips in a filthy kiss, Steve smirking as he looked back at you two. The carnage fueled their need as much as yours. As the coppery scent of the blood continued to fill your nostrils, you justified that this was the right thing to do. The men made their beds.

They could die in them.

“Come in,” a voice on Brock's radio rang out.

“Shh. Don’t make a sound,” Steve ordered, grabbing Brock’s radio as the operative went eerily silent. His eyes bulged as the demon began to speak with his voice. “Go ahead.”

“Thought I heard commotion in the hall. Sent David in to assist. Do you need more backup? Over.”

“Negative. Subject tried to escape and we subdued her. All clear. But no one is to go in the South Wing, no matter what you see or hear. And tell all S.T.R.I.K.E. members to gather in the debriefing room and await further instructions. Over.”

“But sir-”

Steve's eyes flashed as he continued to speak like Brock. “Did I fucking stutter? Get the men there and stay the fuck out of here. That's a direct order. Over.”

“Roger that.”

Bucky chuckled when Steve crushed the radio in his hand. No alarms rang out. No soldiers ran down the hall to recapture you. There were no lockdowns. Brock knew he was fucked.

And not in the way you would be.

“You know, Rumlow. You truly are a dark soul with a penchant for pain,” the brunette began, nipping your shoulder as his hands roamed your body. “We could’ve worked out some sort of deal with you. Given you true power. But you just had to lock us up.”

Something dark surfaced from the depths of your mind as you listened. You saw yourself curled up, naked and trembling, in the corner of a cell similar to the one they kept your demons in as Brock advanced on you. “Make yourself useful or you’ll die choking on my cock,” he threatened. It was a memory you kept locked away after they captured you and shot you up with the serum. One they thought they erased for good.

The anguish was almost enough to drown yourself in.

“And you just had to hurt our girl,” Steve snarled, swiping his claws across Brock’s cheek when you whined.

“No one hurts our girl,” Bucky growled over his cry as blood sprayed from the open wounds.

You no longer felt like you were drowning as they fed you strength, allowing you to see clearly again. You always wanted someone protective by your side. Someone to fight for you. Now you had two beside you.

“He can’t hurt me anymore,” you said as the blonde grabbed him by his hair and pulled him back down the hall toward you. He may have yanked a few strands out along the way. “Would you like to hear my mission report, Rumlow?”

His chest heaved a bit as he lay on the ground, trying to breath steadily through the pain. “Yes,” he lied, knowing better than to smart off again.

You arched your back when Bucky covered your breast with his hand, squeezing it gently as Steve joined you and began to play with the other. “You tossed me in their cell with the hopes they’d drain my energy, but I came out stronger. You know why? Because I gave myself to them. All of me,” you explained. A gunshot rang out before Brock screamed and grabbed his knee, the pistol you stole from the dead guard now in Steve's hand. “Their power flows through my veins and my soul belongs to them. We’re bound to each other.”

“And her energy is delicious. Just like her cunt,” Bucky smiled as he turned and shoved you into Steve’s arms. He sank to his knees and winked before he tossed your leg over his shoulder, nosing at your slit. “Hold my horns if you need to.”

“I supposed we should thank you,” Steve said, tossing the gun away. He brought a hand back to your breast, pinching your nipple as Bucky licked along your folds. You grabbed his horns and squeezed when his wicked tongue got to work. “Whatever you injected her with helped her survive what would've killed a normal human. And the more we fucked her, the more she needed us.”

“Such a greedy, pretty thing when she takes our cocks,” Bucky spoke against your pussy, the image of him fucking your throat while Steve took you from behind shimmering in your mind. You could feel them inside you, claiming you as theirs. “Didn’t even take much for her to come when we took her ass.”

Your holes clenched, desperate for them to fill you again. “You tried to turn me into a weapon,” you moaned, smiling as blood dripped from Brock’s leg. “I guess, in a way, you succeeded. Because we’re going to destroy Hydra.”

Bucky flicked the tip of his tongue against your clit as you squirmed. It wasn't enough. You needed more. “Three guards down.”

Steve smiled as he kissed along your neck, his lips lingering on your pulse. “And you’re next, Rumlow.”

“No,” Brock breathed, pushing himself up with his elbow. Fire filled your eyes when he met your gaze, his face going pale under your stare. Were your eyes glowing? “I-I can still join you. I can help.”

“I don’t think you can help us,” Steve said, nodding down to Bucky. His tongue stabbed deep with a moan as he swiped his hand along Brock’s thigh, his claws tearing through the tactical pants and skin. More blood splattered as he screamed in agony. “But you can bleed.”

“Beg. I want you to beg for me to save you,” you moaned, grinding against the brunette’s face before your expression twisted with anger. “I was innocent, you piece of shit.”

Where was your innocence now? Gone. Destroyed. But you made a choice. You allowed yourself to slip into darkness by joining forces with the incubi they captured. And you didn't regret it for a second.

“Please,” Brock said above a whisper, trying in vain to cover his wounds. How much had it taken for him to say that single word? “I-I was just following orders. I'm sorry. Save me.”

You regarded Brock with an unsympathetic gaze. You could show him compassion that he never bestowed upon you and let him see that there was still good in you. But where was the fun in that? What kindness did you possibly owe him?

You glanced back at Steve as you considered it, who merely smiled and pressed a soft kiss to your lips. You felt Bucky smile, too. They encouraged your fury, fueled it. These demons truly were glorious. Horrifying.

And they were yours.

“You're not sorry and you know the orders were bullshit. So as far as saving you?” You asked, smiling when the realization of his doom crossed his face. “No, I don’t think I will.”

Brock's hands flew to his head as he let out a cry of anguish. It filled the hall, like a song of agony as the lights flickered. The sound almost shook you to your core, but it fed into your growing darkness. You embraced it with a smile.

“Do you know who those screams in your head belong to?” Steve asked evenly as Brock continued to yell and thrash around. “That's the suffering of every person you ever hurt. All the pain you caused.”

Bucky pulled his mouth away to glare at him. “Including our girl.”

How many bodies had Brock and his men left on their path of destruction? How many lives had they ruined? It was only fair to return the favor.

“Stop it! Make it stop!” Brock cried, slamming the back of his head against the ground with enough force to crack it. “Stop!”

You cried out when Bucky shoved two fingers inside you, his claws careful not to cut you as he thrust deep. “You're close, doll. Dripping down my fingers,” he said, the sound of your wetness blending in beautifully with the wail of pain.

“He's close, too,” Steve said in your ear as he reached down to toy with your clit, playing with the sensitive bud with a grunt. You hardly paid any attention to Brock now, even as his body twitched and blood from his skull stained the floor. He was inconsequential to you as the light began to fade from his eyes. He was nothing. “It's the end for him.”

Bucky twisted his fingers with a smirk, your pussy quivering as you were ready to fall apart. “Come while he takes his last breath. Let go. Let it all go.”

Your vision swam as you did as he commanded, your entire body throbbing with pleasure. You felt the air leave Brock's lungs as bliss flooded you, Bucky's groan obscene as he brought his mout back to lick up your essence. Steve held onto you as you lost yourself, every part of you inside and out owned by their touch.

In that moment, you were invincible.

“Good fucking girl,” Bucky said, his mouth and chin wet from your release as he took his fingers out and lowered your shaky limb from his shoulder. “Damn. I thought he'd last a little longer. I wanted to shove his taser rod up his ass.”

“You still can,” Steve said, kissing your shoulder. “You did so well, sweetheart. You okay?”

The praise from both of them made you preen as you looked at the surrounding carnage, slowly coming down from your high. “I'm better than okay,” you exhaled, reaching out with your foot to nudge Brock's body, relief hitting you square in the chest when he didn’t move. Your tormentor was dead. And you wouldn't shed a single tear for him. “He's gone. He's really gone.”

“He is. And we're free, thanks to you, doll,” Bucky spoke, licking his fingers clean before he stroked himself, a cool shade of blue flickering from his red eyes. “Our mate.”

I'm theirs and they're mine.

And as their mate, you had to thank them. Take care of them. Worship their hard and aching cocks the way you were made to.

“Fuck me,” you breathed.

“With pleasure,” Steve smiled, putting you on your hands and knees before he sank down behind you. He shoved his thick cock inside you with no warning, the head of it practically kissing your cervix as you screamed. “This is just the beginning. We have more lives to destroy when we’re done fucking you. For now.”

Bucky tapped his cock against your cheek affectionately before he pushed inside your eager mouth. “Alexander Pierce. Jasper Sitwell. Everyone. We'll kill them all,” he promised, snapping his hips in time with Steve as you moaned, letting them use you like a ragdoll between them. But you didn't feel used in the slightest.

You felt complete.

“You're free,” Steve grunted, bringing his palm down on your ass with a sharp slap. “We're free.”

He was right. You were finally free from the shackles Hydra tried to put on you. And you couldn't wait for the carnage the three of you would continue to spread, once you could form a coherent thought. All you wanted for now was for them to paint every hole of yours until there wasn’t a drop left.

Bucky's head fell back with an excited moan, as if he read your mind. “And we have so much time to make up for. So take our cocks and let us fill your holes before we burn this place to the ground.”

That was a mission you were more than happy to complete.

So, THAT happened and I'm not sorry. Hehe. Love and thanks for reading! 🧡

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Sugar, Cubed II:

Simple Sugar

Summary: I revisited Sugar and the boys from the Sugar is Sweet séries, and let me tell you. Bucky and Steve sure have grown up from their college days. They are no longer playing around. And they are coming for you. You're forced to be roommates with Steve again. But you can establish boundaries. It'll be simple, right?

Word Count: 3K

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader; mention of Bucky Barnes x Reader; boss Tony Stark x reader

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. Not Beta’d. SMUT. Read at your own risk. Roommate/Co-worker au, S MUT! Angst, Tony is a shit boss, massive debt. forced proximity. Tattoo talk, Steve apologizes, accidental, then purposeful voyeurism, reference to porn and sex toys, masturbation, talk of impotence, raw p in v, rough sex, dirty talk, lots of cum, eventual polyandry. Basically, you are doomed. Porn with plot.

A/N: This is related to the Sugar is Sweet au, but can be read alone. This is part two to Sugar, Cubed. The next part is soon come! I hope you like it. This is part of Falloween 2024.

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After three days of calling in sick, you were summoned for a sit down with Mr. Stark. 

This was not a, ”have a drink while Black Sabbath plays and you admire Tony’s t-shirt as he rambles” type of chat. This was, a “let’s review the terms of your contract in the boardroom with suits” type of meeting.

Tony’s eyes admired you in your silk blouse and pencil skirt as you arrived, then watched you pointedly at you as you reviewed the numbers on the page.

Half a million for your bachelor’s and masters degree at NYU. Almost as much for housing. Not to mention the penalty for breaking your contract early. Even if you were paid a pretty penny and you had a ton of savings, you’d still be digging yourself out of a hole for the rest of your life if you quit.

Tony Stark owned your ass.

But you were on the verge of not caring.

“I know, you are over your current working situation, Sugar. But I still believe in you. I believe in the team of BuckySugarSteve.”

You gave him a confused look.

“Still trying to find a hashtag, look that doesn’t matter. It’s come to my attention that a certain plucky Bucky took things a little too far the other night. I’m sorry you had to deal with that on my watch.”

Tony looked sincere. But you eyed him warily.

“Thinking back on what you said last week, I now agree that you need a break. So I’m sending you to the Tokyo lab. But only for a limited time.”

“How long?”

Tony stood and turned his back on you, looking out over the Hudson.

“Depends on the progress made on the project there.” 

You stared at his back and his jet black hair and chewed your lip. You wanted out from the tension between the three of you. But there had to be a catch.

“What does the work entail?”

Tony turned back around with a smirk and explained the research and answered a few more questions from you. It seemed right in your skill set. Tony sat back down and crossed his ankle over his leg while he templed his fingers. He stared at you over the conference table.

“So what do you say Sugar?”

“I’m in.”

—--

You should have asked more questions.

Rage boiled inside you as you put up the partition on your business class seat and you typed away angrily on your phone. You shouldn’t have been surprised that your seatmate was Steve Rogers, but you were.

You just cursed as he greeted you and pulled out your phone as the flight attendant gave you the stink eye. Steve arrived just at the doors were closing. And there was no escape.

You wanted to throw your phone after you saw Tony’s response.

“I said you needed a break from Barnes, not Rogers. Suck it up and enjoy your time in Japan. Check out the expense account and your digs in Asakusa. You have to share, because space is at a premium in Tokyo, but you’ll survive.”

You didn’t bother to click the links that Tony sent. The living arrangements were sure to be top notch and the money was probably going to be great, but living with and working next to Steve was not what you were looking forward to. 

You popped a sleeping pill and tried to sleep most of the 14 hour flight. After managing to get some rest, you were not as rude to Steve when you had to put down your partition. Luckily, he didn’t try to speak to you and you deboarded the plane and got your luggage and to your driver without incident.

When you got to your place, you were impressed, but anxious. 

The place was modern and well placed within walking distance of the trains, but Tony was right. Your apartment in New York was twice the size of this place, and it was only you. 

You went to investigate the sleeping situation. There were two small bedrooms and they were right next to each other. Only one had an en-suite.

You were chewing your lip, deep in thought when Steve interrupted reverie. His voice was hoarse from half a day of not being used.

“It’s close quarters, but I will make it so you don’t even know I’m here.”

You turned around to see Steve standing in the doorway of the room you’d silently called dibs on.

He looked like a kid, in his rumpled t-shirt and hands deep in the pockets of his jeans. You almost felt something.

But not quite.

“Look, Sugar. I’m sorry. I really am. What happened in the elevator was… Bucky’s got a lot going on–”

He stopped once he noticed that you had stiffened up at Bucky’s name.

“Don’t make excuses for him. If you want to apologize, take responsibility for what you’ve done. Or not done. On. Your. Own.”

You sat on the ground and opened up your suitcase. Steve watched you as you started to unpack, thoughtful.

“You’re right. I’m sorry I didn’t punch him in the mouth to shut the jerk up.”

You just shook your head, refusing to smile, even though you thought about it.

“And I am so very sorry for lying to you. No matter what the reason. I should not have done that.”

You looked up at him and you could see Steve’s adam’s apple bob in his throat multiple times. His nervous tell. But you continued to look him in the eye.

“You were right to react the way you did. And you’re right to want to be as far away from u- me as you want to be. I’ve lost the best thing that ever happened to me and it was entirely my fault.”

You had to break eye contact then. You didn’t want to cave. You turned the sweater you were folding over and over in your hands. You could hear Steve take a deep breath.

“I just want–”

He cleared his throat again.

“Shit, I want a lot of things, Sugar, but I hope we can be cordial, friends even? We used to be friends. We're in a new city, a new country, a new continent. We can have a lot of fun together.”

You looked back up at him.

“Like we used to?”

“A lot has happened since ‘we used to,’ Steven.”

His shoulders slumped.

“Well, I will stay out of your way.”

He turned around to get out of your space and you felt a pang of some kind of emotion that you did not want to name.

“Hey.”

Steve stopped and turned around, his face guarded.

“I’ve been on a plane for an entire day, and I just want breakfast even though it’s 4pm here. I think I’m hangry. Let me think about it.” That smile. Oh, if you still had a heart, he might do something to it.

“I think I saw some eggs and American breakfast fixins in the fridge. I’ll make you an omelet.”

Steve knew you were a slut for breakfast. Among other things.

—--

After eating and chatting, you conceded that you did want a shopping partner; you planned to hit up all the thrift stores and you wanted someone to take day trips with on the weekend. You decided on a truce. It may have been food induced, but you thought that you could set good boundaries with Steve, so you lay down some ground rules.

Steve agreed to everything you said.

After trying to stay up as long as you could, you were ready to turn in for the night. You had a couple of days before you needed to report to the lab, so you and Steve decided to explore your neighborhood and maybe do some touristy things, since Tokyo Tower and the Asahi brewery were right outside your window.

And then it happened. 

You were minding your own business after your shower, in your thin cotton tank and sleep shorts, going to the kitchen to fill your water bottle. Suddenly, the hallway door opened and you ran into Steve coming out of the bathroom, naked except for a towel slung low on his waist and beads of water running down the planes of his extremely well made torso.

He almost ran into you.

“Oh, shit Sugar, I’m sorry….”

You’d stopped short and were staring at his left pectoral. There was new ink on the golden boy’s body. 

And you couldn’t believe it.

Among the beads of water diving down his body to disappear under the towel, because why wouldn’t they, there was a chemical formula. And you couldn’t believe which one it was.

“How long have you had that?”

You were staring, and your hand reached out to touch it, but you pulled back before you made contact. You looked up into his eyes and then back down at the tattoo because you didn’t want to drown in his eyes like you used to. 

But it seemed kind of inevitable now.

Sometime in the six months that you’d been broken up, Steve had gotten the compound for simple sugar tattooed on his body, (CH2O)x

“Sugar–”

“How long?”

You whispered it. And then dove into the blue depths of his eyes again.

“Two weeks after we broke up.”

His voice was impossibly deep, and threatened to reach places that you wanted to be unreachable. But you didn’t ask why.

“What was the thought process behind that decision, Steve?”

You didn’t ask why. But you needed to know the reason.

“Because it’s pretty simple, Sugar. You just wanted honesty. And if I had been honest, maybe we’d still be together. So I got this tattoo to remind myself that this is all I have left of the girl I loved the most. So maybe when I fall in love again, I won’t be such an idiot.”

“Wow.”

You reached out again and touched the tattoo. It had been right over his heart, without you knowing, for the better part of half a year.

Steve’s eyes stuttered closed and he drew in a sharp breath when you touched him.

“Sugar. You gotta know how…

You shook your head, blown away and rocked by what he said. Mostly the “when I fall in love again” part. You don’t know why that phrase echoed around your head.

“I’ve got to tell it all. Sugar, I thought in the back of my head that if you knew Bucky was hurt, that you’d go back to him.”

You closed your eyes, not wanting to sympathize with this grown ass man who lied to you so hard about someone you both loved, but you understood.

“So I lied, partly because he asked me to. But mostly because I was trying to keep you to myself.”

You sagged against the wall, still touching him, fingers grazing the mark that he’d made on his body for you. Steve followed you, not wanting the contact to end, and stood before you in the narrow hallway, naked except for a towel. He was closer than you’d allowed him to be in a while.

Finally, you looked up at him.

“You’re right, It is simple. I just wanted honesty. I wouldn’t have abandoned you for Bucky, Steve.”

Steve moved impossibly closer as his eyes flicked down your body. You remembered he had it memorized. Your chemistry was amazing. Not just the formula tattooed on his skin, but the draw of you to him, and him to you. You weren’t over that.

But you wanted to be.

One of Steve’s hands was on his towel, and the other was above your head. You were looking up at him and he down at you, and it was the perfect moment to kiss. But he didn’t make another move. You looked down and noticed that his towel had changed shape.

“Sugar…”

You looked him in the eyes again. It was all up to you.Your breathing was erratic and your panties were damp. Reaching up, you put your hands up on his pecs again. 

This time to push him back. 

“I think we need some rest.”

Steve backed up, toward his bedroom.

“Right. We need…”

Your need was mighty. But you weren’t giving in. You took a deep breath.

“Goodnight, Steve.”

“Night, Sugar.”

—-

You breathed a sigh of relief at your narrow escape and went in the kitchen to drink water and cool down. You mindlessly scrolled your phone for a few minutes and decided that you were calm enough to go to sleep. You glanced at Steve’s door as you opened yours, and you just had to stop.

His door was cracked just enough so you could see Steve sprawled on his bed, towel still on, still tented, and he was scrolling on his phone. He looked delicious, from the tattoo on his pec to his tiny tan nipples to his amazing abs and the trail of hair pointing to the large cock that you had memorized, and which was standing at attention under his towel. 

He looked good enough to eat. And you had plenty of times. But those days were over.

You bit your lip as he rubbed his erection over the towel, and moved closer as he groaned a little bit.

Was he looking at porn?

You totally understood his frustration after what happened, and he was in the privacy of his own room, but you couldn’t tear your eyes away from him. You felt guilty but you continued to watch him touch himself. 

And as you wanted to touch yourself.

You stared at his open door as suddenly, the towel came off, and he was naked, and stunningly aroused, his face pure lust.

Steve Roger’s cock was gorgeous. 

Your memories were nothing like the reality of him, thick and curved against his abs. He gripped the shaft, stroking it. Your hands found one of your nipples in the now-dark hallway, imagining kneeling for him.

You dreamed of his cock in your mouth and could practically feel yourself swirling tongue over his head and worshiping him as he told you what to do. The sensation him deep in your throat and letting him use it took over you.

You pinched your nipple tighter as he casually jerked himself off. You felt dirty, thinking how he’d feel knowing that you were watching him like this. 

Would he be mad?

Or…

Stifling a whimper, you slid a hand into your shorts, smearing your wetness over your clit to trace fast, tight circles there. You hadn’t had anyone but electronic lovers and plastic since you broke up with Steve. And here he was, giving you a show. 

You needed to see it. You wanted to see Steve cum, erupt, spill over his large, veiny hand, cream all over those abs. You moaned slightly as you imagined sucking it off those places.

His hand blurred on his shaft. Your clit hardened as you remembered his thick dick penetrating you, him fucking you well, calling you beautiful…

“Christ, Sugar, make me so hard. Take me so well. Cum with me Sweetheart…”

You were almost there and suddenly, Steve stopped. He got up, let go of his dick, walked to the light switch, give yon a look, and then plunged the room into darkness. 

Then he closed the door.

You practically jumped into your room, pacing, shocked and excited, thoughts in a jumble.

Your phone buzzed in the pocket of your shorts.

It was a text from Steve.

“If you want more, just open my door. It’s unlocked. You can have anything you want. I want you. What do you want, Sugar?”

You are propelled into the hallway, to his door, hesitating only a moment. You’re just going to talk to him. Apologize. Tell him you would never do it again. 

You were in his room now and the Tokyo moon cast shadows over his sleek torso. He was covered by the comforter, but you knew he was still hard.

“I always loved you in just tank tops. Those nipples are just begging to be sucked.” 

His deep baritone made you launch yourself toward him. Steve caught you in his arms, both of you bouncing on the bed from the impact.

“What it’s gonna be, Sugar? What do you want?”

You are taking his hands and molding them to your breasts, throwing the covers off and straddling his thighs. You pulled your shorts and panties to the side so you could feel the slide and ridge of his cock catch on your clit as you slipped over him.

It felt electric.

“I want you Steve. Fuck it all. I want you.”

You’ve lost your mind. You’re creaming on his dick as his big, strong arms held you steady and you humped him like a mad woman. 

“Fuck, it’s been so fucking difficult being hard as a rock all day working next to you in the lab, you ignoring me, and then not being able to get it up for anyone else…”

You were irrationally angry.

“Mine.”

You grabbed Steve’s cock and moved your thighs, lifting up and pushing his fat head into your cunt. You glared at him as you slowly sunk down on him, his thick shaft slowly opening you up.

It hurt so good. 

Your head lolled back on your neck as Steve pulled your tank top down and started brutally sucking your nipples. 

“Fuck yeah, it’s yours. Fit me like a fucking glove.”

Steve held you down for a few seconds as he pushed up into you as if he was going to lock on on his cock, then he lifted you up by your waist and started pounding you from beneath.

He stared up at you in the moonlight and you could feel his cock jump inside you.

“Didn’t matter what I did, who it was. Couldn’t fuck anyone else. Had to come home and pull up pictures of you.”

Steve was moving you now, just like a fleshlight, thumb at your clit.

“I’m about to fucking bust, and you better fucking cum around my cock before I do. Been too godamn long, Sugar.”

You moaned erotically at the thought of Steve impotent with everyone else but you.

He groaned in response and squeezed your nipple brutally. You quaked with your orgasm and Steve erupted mid pump, his spend spurting out as he moved in and out of you. 

“Fuuuuu-uuuck!” 

You collapsed backward on the bed as Steve continued to pump, impossibly still hard even after he came. You reached down into the copious wetness and circled your clit, wanting to prolong the sensation, and Steve groaned/laughed as you convulsed around him again.

You were a tangle of limbs, fluid, sweat and wet cloth as you came down.

Steve pulled you up, you got out of his bed and walked back to your bedroom, turning on the shower.

As you climbed into your bed, Steve was already there, re-showered himself. You fell asleep in Asakusa, Tokyo, Japan, tracing his tattoo, and wondering if it really was that  simple, Sugar.

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