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johnslittlespoon · 9 months ago

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ok okokk i may be pushing it but i just cant stop picturing barry circa 2012 with leaving!bucky. i just feel like theyd have the cutest dynamic ever. he gives art student vibes like maybe hes studying film or literature. theyre childhood bestfriends and maybe they were eachother's homoerotic-codependent-friendship canon event. UGHH theyd be so cute stfuu. and maybe bucky and gale are already established and curt is just yearning for a whileee like over a year of slow burn until the three of them are a throuple... idk i just miss curtbuckbucky. you dont have to change your canon for the long fic i just needed to share this idea lmfao

au post | NO ur not pushing it this is such fun world building teehee <33 genuinely this is gonna help me later for drafting! (FUCK MY LIFE HOW IS THIS 2K WORDS. i thought i only had a few thoughts... i was so wrong. my bad chief. enjoy/suffer ig)

ok so this is so funny because i've actually been thinking ab how sweet those two would be together, cute little nerdy besties, and how they'd meet because of course curt has to be in this fic!!

and the first thing my mind went to was the cliche homoerotic codependent friendship trope too LMAO. i'm feeling like maybe they meet on the first day of highschool; neither of them share their english class with any friends, and they end up sat next to each other, and john keeps side–eyeing him because curt looks... interesting. (ie: deep into his emo phase. the fringe. the smudged eyeshadow. chipped black nail polish, band shirts– all things john does not let him live down as they grow up.)

but his eyes settle on some pin on curt's jacket that has some character from his favourite movie or something, and the yap jumps out, john can't control it. blurts out a "you like ___ too?!" and curt's head snaps over and he nods nervously and john takes one look at those big sad charcoal–ringed blue puppy eyes and is like yup. this is the one. will protect with my life.

(tiny headcanon that rly won't have a big effect on plot or anything, but i feel like it just fits very well with john/his character in leaving– dude's got madddd undiagnosed adhd. he's written off as a loud mouth/troublemaker in his childhood, but he wants to be a good kid, his mind is just always going too fast and sitting still is torture and his parents get frustrated and don't look into the root of the problem, trying to discipline it out of him instead. i will heal my inner child by healing him alright)

they're attached at the hip from that moment on and it makes sense to no one because they seem like complete opposites, curt more inclined towards the arts and bookish things and his friends are all the same, whereas john is more inclined towards athletics and science and hangs around that type of crowd as well. but they both love video games and movies and music and they bond over never really feeling like they fit in anywhere particular and both groups of friends get along just fine when they all get together. <3

but yk time goes on, they learn things about themselves as they grow up, and curt and john are so close and spend so much time together that they're already a lot closer than regular friends– they just don't realize it. they think nothing of cuddling up on the couch watching movies together, or sharing a bed when john stays over at curt's place after he gets into a fight with his parents, or being much more interested in spending time together than pursuing girls.

and curt's pretty– john nearly mistakes him for a girl that first day they meet. the summer before their senior year, john practically spends the whole summer at curt's house, and curt's mom doesn't mind; she works long hours and is glad her son isn't spending the summer moping around indoors alone, and she loves john and gets the feeling that her home is a sanctuary for him. one day they're in the backyard lazing around, and they get onto the topic of first kisses, and neither of them have had a proper relationship outside of those classic week–long middleschool flings that don't actually mean anything, so there's not much to talk about.

but being dumb teenage boys, they start worrying about "what if we're really bad at kissing and no girls wanna go with us to senior prom this year" etc. and one of them pops the suggestion of practicing together, and thus begins a summer of sweet stolen kisses and hand holding and experimenting and dancing around calling it something. it ends when the summer does because they realize that they both work better as friends, but they're as close as ever and both definitely learn they aren't straight (and they probably make a cute pact– "if we aren't in love by the time we're thirty, we'll just marry each other.")

i don't see them really doing much together because they're young and shy and inexperienced, but it's enough for john to decide that yeah, he definitely likes guys too, but that's all that really amounts to (until he meets gale) because he's growing up in a small town in wisconsin and it's not the easiest/most accepting place to find other queers. john probably ends up dating a real sweet girl during his last year of highschool, but she's going away for college and john's going to a local one so it ends amicably at the end of summer, both of them staying close friends. (if we wanna get sickeningly wholesome, maybe she ends up pining for a girl while john's pining for gale and they share their little stories and give each other advice and facetime every week to catch up <3)

(++ curt ends up falling head over heels for ken, who he meets through john when curt and john's friend groups get together for movie nights or summer parties. john pretends to be annoyed at how lovesick they are when they first start crushing, but he ends up matchmaking and being the one to push them to confess their feelings after graduation because he loves his friends.)

BUT THEN, leaving this fic's 'canon' to elaborate on the throuple stuff you said! i miss curtbuckbucky too </3

in a separate universe, curt doesn't end up with ken, and as much as he loves his friendship with john and agrees that a relationship wouldn't have worked at that time in their lives, he spends that first year of college pining. when john starts talking about some guy named gale during their second year, he's a little sad, but mostly protective, because "what do you MEAN he's in his 30s??" and "he's a BIKER?"

but john eventually introduces him to gale after a few months of telling curt about him, probably once he and gale actually start seeing each other, and curt immediately gets it. and then he's in double–hell because not only is he a bit (a lot) in love with his best friend, but he's blushing every time said best friend's new bf talks to him, and they're gonna notice eventually if they haven't already and he feels so guilty.

more yearning ensues and john is dense and doesn't realize but gale picks up on it, maybe even notices john doing a bit of pining of his own that john's not fully aware of. and his heart twists because his mind goes to his own insecurities about how john should be seeing someone his own age, so he sits john down and opens up a conversation about it. john is adamant that he's very, very happy with gale, but he tells gale about his and curt's past and admits that he has always still had feelings for him, but insists that it's not something he'd ever pursue, that he values curt's friendship more.

gale throws him off by saying he wouldn't mind if john wanted to explore those feelings, and at first john gets anxious gale is calling things off with the two of them and this is his way of softening the blow, but gale reassures him that's not the case, that he's very happy with their relationship. he just encourages that if he wants to talk to curt and feel things out, he wouldn't be opposed to john and curt seeing each other as well– gale's often busy, after all, so it would be nice for john to have someone else, as long as curt's comfortable with that kind of arrangement and as long as john keeps gale in the loop.

they decide to kinda just feel it out as they go, but soon enough gale starts coming home from work every so often to find the two of them curled up on his couch together, sweet and innocent. curt's wary at first, always slightly detaching himself from john when gale's around, but gale is always friendly and doesn't change up his routine, settling on the couch at john's other side like it's not a big deal at all, wanting to show curt he's welcome there, not wanting john to feel guilty.

it's another scenario where lines just sorta start to blur over time, curt spending a lot of time over at gale's house, and gale sees the way curt looks at him, probably noticed it from the first time they met but chalked it up to nerves at the time. curt's an angel and he's grown quite fond of him, but he doesn't want to overstep, so he leaves it up to curt, thinking maybe the boy will mention it to john one day and john will in turn come to gale to talk about it.

and eventually that happens, just like gale thought it might. curt's just gone home and john's head is in his lap on the couch while they watch tv, and john asks "what do you think about curt?" and gale tells him that he's sweet and he loves how much john smiles when he's around him, the usual. "so you like him?" john pushes, and gale immediately has a feeling where this conversation is going, drags his eyes away from the tv to look down at john.

says "of course" easily, and lets john take his time forming his thoughts. john ends up telling him that he and curt were fooling around earlier while gale was at work (and god help gale for the images that puts in his head) and that he'd made some offhand comment about how curt better hurry up if he doesn't want gale to come home and catch him half naked on their couch. and john's all shy when he says "and curt, uh. y'know. that... did it for him" with a vague gesture LOL. gale never fails to find it amusing how certain things can fluster john to talk about after all they've done together.

"so, anyway. i asked him about it after, if it was a coincidence, and he was real shy about it, but he did admit after a whole lot of apologizing that he likes you." gale listens to him nervously get his words out, petting his hair encouragingly, waits for him to be done before he asks "how do you feel about that?" only to watch the flush return when john mumbles "it's hot."

this is getting sooo long i need to take away my own typing privileges, but basically that's how things would start between the three of them– john and gale agree that gale will let himself be a bit flirty with curt and see how curt takes it. obviously this goes a little too well when curt gets hot and bothered sat between john and gale during a movie night with john's hand on his knee and gale's arm resting on the couch behind him while he plays with curt's hair.

the movie is forgotten when gale's finger catches on a tangled curl and curt doesn't bite back the little whine that slips out in time and john's head snaps over and he mumbles a "fuck" when he realizes what's happened, and his lack of filter comes out to play when he turns to curt and asks "curt, can gale kiss you?" and curt turns to gale with big doll eyes and nods.

john ends up palming himself over his shorts as he watches gale coax curt into his lap, face hot and pupils blown as he gets to see both his guys make out in front of him, almost dizzy seeing curt get so shy and needy and pliant because when it's just the two of them, he and curt are both very balanced in their dynamic. they've been such close friends for so long that not much gets the other truly shy like that, and they're always quick to voice their wants and crack jokes while fooling around and all. so to see curt get so flustered in that way with gale has him lightheaded, and by the time they all collapse into gale's bed at the end of the night, john's convinced this is the best decision he's ever made.

there's a lot of pining on curt's end because for a while it's kinda just sex when it's the three of them, and he loves it but he also finds himself wanting more but feeling too scared to voice it because he feels like he's intruding. but eventually they all get their shit sorted out; curt fits into their relationship just right in a way gale and john never intended or expected, and gale falls for curt just as much as john has and curt does the same with gale.

gale's got two sweet things glued to his side now and man, do they ever give him a run for his money, and if he'd thought john had too much energy (and stamina) it's nothing compared to keeping up with both of them, but he wouldn't have it any other way. <3

throuple things won't be happening in the actual fic, but i do love the idea of exploring the dynamic the three of them might have in a spin–off of that au so this was rly fun thx :-) maybe i'll write a pwp oneshot set in that universe as an excuse to write more curtbuckbucky once the fic is done LOL we'll see!

#leaving bikeriders au #buckbucky #curtbuckbucky #johnslittlespoon asks #johnslittlespoon brainrot #will proofread later bc i want to get back to the other drabble LOL #i can't believe these keep ending up so longggg #i wish it was this easy for me to get words out like this for my actual fics but alas #drabble and brainrot will always have me in their clutches

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anachilles · 5 months ago

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I finished In Memoriam this weekend and am also feeling super normal very chill about it. Ellwood is so Bucky-coded or Bucky is so Ellwood-coded!!!! Would love hear your thoughts!

Still feeling very normal about it 24 hrs later!!!!

Honestly, sometimes with books I need to let my thoughts marinate after I finish them to truly figure out how I feel about them overall?

Whilst the writing style kind of gave me whiplash at the start and it took me a hot minute to get used to it, when I settled in I was engrossed. Love the setting, love the characters (for me tho, there were a lot of flash-in-the-pan side characters that were hard to keep track of who was who at some points, though i feel like that was kind of intentional to demonstrate just how many men were fed into the meat grinder that was WW1).

Ellwood and Gaunt though, are so 🥺 The depth of what they feel for each other, the love they shared that underpinned the entire story, was so tender and raw and brutal and heartfelt and deep and nuanced. You never stopped rooting for them to just... make it back to each other despite the odds.

I also thought it was such an incredibly interesting aspect of their story that the war kind of flipped their situations. That Gaunt came out troubled, yes, and with his own scars from it all, but ultimately at peace with himself having been able to open up and forge real friendships. To finally have freedom in people he cares about truly knowing who he is and accepting him for it, when at the start he'd rather die than ever let that happen. Ellwood on the other hand, came out absolutely mentally/emotionally decimated, permanently wounded, and all his friends dead.

Summed up in this one part here:

Also.... just.... the cuddling on the train in their uniforms. "I cannot heave my heart into my mouth", Gaunt finally calling him 'Sidney', the two of them going to live in peace in Brazil.... and so much more. UGH.

I started a new book this morning, a modern, more light-hearted kind of romcom looking story because I thought I needed a bit of reprieve and something easy after the weight of In Memoriam. But I found myself being like "But I miss Gaunt and Ellwood tho :((" So I think that's indicative of how much I loved this book.

I also think it'll be interesting to reread some day and pick up all the details I inevitably missed, didn't take in, or went completely over my head the first time around. One of the real strengths of the book was Winn’s just… stunning and incredibly effective use of language to paint a picture and describe feelings. Inspiring and took my breath away at times.

(On the Buck/Bucky point... being very firmly still in my clegan/mota hyperfixation era, the similarities in some aspects were def there and I def saw them throughout, lol! Just absolutely fantastic stuff).

#inbox #in memoriam #in memoriam alice winn #gauntwood

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nastybuckybarnes · 2 years ago

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Comfortable

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Summary: Bucky finds out that you’ve never climaxed during intimacy and he’s not happy about that.

Warnings: Smut, Crying during sex, Overstimulation (mental and physical), Language, Fluff, Minor Angst but not really

Word Count: 2.8K

A/n: Kinda based on life but without bucky coming in and setting things straight lol. I’ve also got the first like 5 parts of a new series written, so that’ll be coming soon hehe. anyway, I hope you guys enjoy, and I love you all very much!

~*~

“I don’t know, Nat, I just... I guess I’m just never... I don’t know. I’m in my head a lot, I guess.”

The redhead snickers, elbowing her sister and sharing a look with her before both of their gazes return to yours.

“Barnes lacking?”

You shake your head quickly, trying to clear his name.

“No! No, God no! He just... it’s not him, it’s me. I think too much, I’m focused on making sure it’s good for him, making sure he finishes that I... I don’t know.”

Yelena purses her lips, “does he know he hasn’t made you cum yet?”

You swallow hard and shake your head, dropping your gaze to your lap.

“I... I fake it.”

The assassins exchange glances again and you huff a sigh.

“He’s good, he’s really good and he makes me feel good and I get close but... I just can’t... I can’t cum. And it’s not like it’s just him, I’ve never cum with anybody I’ve been with. I just... can’t do it. Maybe I’m broken,” you whisper that last part mostly to yourself, but both women jump in and shake their heads.

“It’s an intimate thing. You probably just want to feel one hundred percent comfortable with the person before giving that last bit of yourself to them. Orgasming with a partner for the first time is... intense. You should talk to him about it, tell him the truth and explain it. Maybe you guys need more foreplay, maybe you need to be in control more, but you’ll only figure it out by talking to him about it.”

You bite your bottom lip and shake your head at Natasha, “I don’t wanna hurt his feelings though, Nat. I just... how the hell do I gently tell him that he hasn’t made me cum and I've been faking it the whole time?”

Two sets of trained eyes dart over your shoulder just as you hear the door to your apartment shut.

Tension pulls your shoulders up and you squeeze your eyes shut, praying that he didn’t hear you.

The way the two Russians in front of you press their lips into thin lines gives you your answer, and you drop your head forward, hating the fact that this is now a conversation you need to have with your boyfriend.

“Well uh, I think we should take that as our cue to leave,” Yelena says awkwardly, pressing on a smile and offering Bucky a small wave as she rises to her feet, Natasha following after.

You stay rooted in place on the couch, refusing to even acknowledge his presence as he putters about in the kitchen, waiting until your friends leave before finally making his way into the living room.

Your eyes don’t leave your hands as he takes a seat on the floor in front of you, his hands, one cold and one warm, finding yours and squeezing gently.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, squeezing your eyes shut and trying to take deep breaths.

If you were to look at him, you’d see that his face is confused, not angry. Not a hint of anger could be found within him. If anything, he’s upset that you hadn’t told him before. That you didn’t feel comfortable confiding in him and telling him the truth.

The entire time he was under the impression that you were enjoying the sex and getting just as much out of it as he was.

“Why are you apologizing, sweet girl?”

You sniffle and shake your head, fear icing your veins.

You don’t want him to be mad at you and you don’t want him to feel offended.

“I just... I’m sorry.”

He shakes his head and reaches one hand up to cup your jaw, raising your head enough so that you finally, finally look into his eyes.

Your beautiful eyes are filled with tears and it makes his heart ache in his chest.

“Why the tears, honey, what’s wrong?”

You shake your head and sniffle, dropping your gaze only to raise it when he squeezes your chin.

“C’mon, sweet girl, you can talk to me. I... I don’t want you to ever be afraid to talk to me, okay? What’s got you so upset?”

You take a deep breath and squeeze his hand, trying to muster up your courage.

“I just... I don’t want to make you mad.”

He furrows his brows and shakes his head, absolutely flabbergasted at the fact that you think he’d be mad at you for being honest.

“Why would I ever be mad, baby? If you’re upset, I wanna know what I can do to make you feel better.”

You take another deep breath then slowly nod.

“I just... I know that sex is a sensitive topic for a lot of guys. Especially... their performance. And yours is great! The sex is great and I love it and you’re amazing! I just... I haven’t... ya’know. I never have with anyone else either. I’m starting to think that I can only do it by myself,” you whisper glumly, your shoulders sinking in.

Bucky is quiet for a moment. He’d already heard every word you’d spoken to Natasha and Yelena, and, he’s not gonna lie, it punches at his pride to know that his girl isn't enjoying it as much as he is. All he wants is for you to feel your best in every aspect of life.

“Well, why don’t we talk about this a bit more, huh? You said that it’s not just me, but everyone you’ve been with?”

He knows this isn’t about him, it’s about you, but he really hopes that you’re not trying to soften the blow. If other people have made you cum, he wants to know how and when and then he wants to cut their fingers off for ever touching you.

You nod, sniffling. “Yeah, I just... I don’t know if I get in my head too much or if I’m... not comfortable enough, but I just... I can’t.”

He nods slowly, trying to gather his thoughts and figure out a solution.

“What can I do to make you more comfortable, honey?”

You shake your head and push to your feet, hating every word of this conversation.

“I am comfortable with you, Buck. I just... forget I said anything, it doesn’t matter anyway.”

His long fingers wind around your wrist, stopping you from fleeing like you so desperately want to.

“It does matter, honey. It matters a lot, actually. I’m not mad and I’m not offended. I just... I want you to feel the same intimacy that I feel when we have sex. It’s... amazing. And I want you to experience it. So tell me how I can make you feel better.”

Your glossy eyes raise to his and, when you see nothing but honesty and love, you nod slowly.

“I don’t know what’s missing or what needs to happen. You’ve got me really close, but I just.. maybe I think about it too much? I don’t know.”

He cups your cheeks and presses the softest kiss to your forehead.

“You’re gonna need to direct me, baby. Next time, you’re gonna need to tell me what you like, what feels good, okay? And when you get close, you tell me and I’m gonna keep going until you actually cum, is that all right?”

You nod again.

“Okay.”

He kisses your lips gently then pulls you into a tight embrace.

“Okay.”

~*~

The next time the opportunity to be intimate arises, it’s after a small get-together at Yelena’s place.

You’ve already had a sizeable glass of wine, and now all you want is your boyfriend’s hands on your body.

He pushes open the door to your shared apartment, a grin on his lips as you pepper kisses along his jawline.

“Hey, sweetheart. You want something? Hmm?”

You nod, lips not leaving his skin as you push his jacket off of his shoulders.

“C’mere.” His metal arm dips beneath your thighs, hoisting you up, while his flesh arm wraps around your waist, keeping you held tightly against his chest as you wrap your legs around him.

He leads the two of you through the apartment and into the bedroom, laying you down gently on the bed and pulling away to pull his shirt off.

You shimmy out of your dress and toss it to the ground, leaving you only in your matching black lace set.

Bucky’s eyes devour your figure and he’s quick to shed his pants and join you on the bed, crawling between your legs and smoothing his hands over your thighs.

“How you feelin’, pretty girl? You okay?”

You nod, bottom lip tucked between your teeth as he looks at you like you’re the only woman on the planet.

And to him, you might as well be.

“You gonna let me eat you out, baby? Please?”

How could you possibly say no to that?

When you nod at him, he grins, beyond pleased, and slides his fingers beneath the fabric on your hips.

He pulls your panties down your legs and brings them up to his face, holding your gaze while taking a deep breath through his nose.

“Fuck, you smell good. Taste even better, though.” And with that, he situates himself between your thighs and flattens his tongue against you, licking you from your dripping hole up to your throbbing clit.

You sigh happily, fingers tangling through his hair as he works his tongue over your clit and dips two fingers into your heat.

“Just like that...” you whisper, your head digging into the pillows as he plays you like a fiddle.

He continues fucking his fingers into you, pausing when you give a particularly hard tug on his hair then repeating exactly what made you do that.

You can feel it slowly building, each pass of his tongue and thrust of his fingers brings you slightly closer, and you can’t help but feel your heart begin to race.

“Fuck... just like that, Bucky...”

He follows your instructions perfectly, doing exactly what makes you feel good.

He watches your face scrunch, feels your heels dig into his back and your nails scratch at his scalp and - Goddamn is this what he was missing out on? This is what you look like when you’re really about to cum?

It takes all of his self-control to not grab his phone and take a picture of you.

Your chest rises and falls more rapidly and your eyes are squeezed shut as your walls start fluttering around his fingers.

Fuck, you look gorgeous.

It’s such a strange feeling, having him bring you closer and closer to the edge. It’s so foreign yet so right and you tug at his hair and roll your hips up to his face.

“Bucky, I... I’m gonna.... oh fuck, please... I’m gonna cum, please!”

God, hearing that is like music to his ears.

He continues, bringing his free hand up to yours when you reach for it.

You interlock your fingers and grind your teeth together as your release washes over you, far more intense than anything you’ve ever been able to bring yourself.

A sound that’s half-moan half-gasp falls from your lips and you squeeze his hand harder while your walls clamp down around his fingers.

Bliss fills you, sparks flying from every nerve in your body, head to toe, and Bucky watches in awe.

He’s not sure how he believed you before when you were faking. The way you look when you cum is something he’s never going to be able to forget now.

Your body is wound so tight, your thighs clenched around his head and your nails digging into his scalp. Your walls are pulsing and clenching and, fuck, it feels incredible. He can’t wait to feel it around his cock.

He continues slowly fucking his fingers in and out of you while working his tongue over your clit, only pulling away when you tug your hips back.

He smacks his lips together and pulls away, his eyes connecting with yours.

Your chest heaves and your forehead has a light sheen of sweat on it, and you look like the Goddess you are.

“How you feel, baby?” He asks gently, smoothing his hands up your sides and rubbing his thumbs over the soft skin of your stomach.

You only nod at him, your hands coming to rest on his wrists.

“Words, baby. I need words.”

You lick your lips and take a deep breath before speaking.

“I feel good, Buck. I-I feel really good,” you whisper, eyes prickling with tears at the intensity of the moment.

He smiles lovingly down at you and leans in for a gentle kiss.

You taste yourself on his tongue and it makes the moment even more erotic.

“Gonna let me fuck you, baby?” He asks against your mouth, trailing his lips down your neck and kissing your skin gently.

You nod, sighing softly as tears trail back into your hairline.

He pulls back for a moment, just long enough to situate himself comfortably between your thighs and align himself with your entrance.

And then he’s pushing into you slowly, making you feel every single inch of it.

Your mouth drops open and your legs wind around his hips, pulling him even deeper than before. He’s pressing against every sensitive spot inside you and it feels heavenly.

“Fuck, you feel good, baby. Feel so good... God... nice n’ tight... wet... shit you’re like heaven.” He rasps the words against your throat, lips trailing up over your skin to rest on yours for a quick moment before he pulls back to gaze into your eyes.

“I love you, pretty girl. I really do.”

Your heart swells and you lean up to kiss him, gasping against his lips when he pulls his hips back and slams them forward.

He starts a steady pace, smoothing one of his hands over yours and interlocking your fingers.

“I wanna feel you cum for me again. Wanna feel it on my cock, baby. God, you look so pretty when you cum. Wanna take a picture of it and frame it, I swear.”

You squeeze your eyes shut and whine softly, arching your back and groaning when he hits deeper inside of you at the new angle.

“Right there... oh fuck, please...”

He buries his head in your neck, peppering the skin there with kisses while his free hand travels between your bodies to find your clit.

He circles the bundle of nerves with expert precision, lifting his lips to yours to swallow your moans.

You’re barely kissing. No, it’s more of just breathing each other’s breaths and moaning in each other’s mouths, but the intimacy is unmatched and the passion is flaming through your soul.

You wind your free arm around his shoulders, pulling him down to press more of his weight against you, and you can’t help but feel more secure and more comfortable.

“I... Bucky... I’m gonna... oh fuck.”

He nods, showering your face in kisses.

“Cum for me, honey. C’mon, please. I wanna feel you cum on my cock.”

You can’t very well deny him when he’s asking you so nicely.

His fingers move against your clit faster and faster while his hips continue grinding into yours firmly, making your toes curl and your back arch further.

Your chest presses against his and you rake your nails against his back so hard you're sure you’re drawing blood, but you can’t find it in yourself to care.

Not when you’re falling headfirst into the most intense and powerful climax of your life.

Your vision goes white and your ears start to ring, and all you can do is squeeze around him.

Your legs tighten around his waist, your nails dig into his flesh, and your walls clamp down around his cock as fireworks erupt in your belly.

Bucky fucks you through it, keeping his pace steady as you tremble and convulse beneath him, your mouth open as soft whines fall from it.

God, the feeling of you, all hot and tight and wet around him... he’s ready to die happily now that he’s gotten to truly experience the glory that is having you cum around him.

His pride swells and he can't help the way his ego inflates when he pulls his head back to look at your pretty face.

He did that.

He made you feel that good.

He’s the only man, no, the only person in the world besides yourself that’s ever made you cum. And he’s going to be the only one.

And now that he knows how to do it, now that he's gotten you there with his mouth and his cock, he’s never going to get enough of it. He’s gotta make up for lost time, doesn't he?

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes #Bucky Barnes x reader #bucky x reader smut #bucky/reader smut #bucky x you #bucky x reader lemon #bucky x you smut #Bucky Barnes smut #marvel smut #Steve rogers #yelena belova #Natasha romanoff #bucky x f!reader #bucky x female!reader #Bucky Barnes fanfic #reader insert

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profoundtyrantharmony · 3 years ago

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Title : What a Game

Pairing : Loki x Reader x Thor

Words : 3354

Warning : Fluff and a bit smutty at the end.

Note : Everybody is alive, Endgame happened without permanent casualties

Plot : A game of fu*k marry or kill with alcohol leads the Avengers (original 6 + Loki, Bucky, Sam, Wanda and Vision) and reader to admit dome hidden feelings deep inside of them.

Tags : @im-a-satanic-ritual

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We’ve been on a mission for several weeks now. Since the events with Thanos we could have thought that the human nature would have been less evil...we were wrong. There will always be an other monster wanting to do bad things to innocent in the sole purpose of being richer, more powerfull or just because they can. That’s why we, the Avengers work so hard to preserve the lives of millions of innocents.

This is not easy everyday but fortunately we can count on each other, Steve Sam and Bucky united by their military past, Natasha and Clint bonded years ago when he decided to not kill her, Tony and Bruce over science, Wanda and Vision... it’s a bit fuzzy for now but we can say they’re linked by their appreciation of one another -If I had my say in this, I’d just tell them to get together already- and finally there is me Thor and Loki. At the beginning the two brother were always together -since the redeeming of Loki they got a lot of time to catch-.

At first I befriended Loki over my interest of literature and calm nature. I was coming back from a trip to the library with my arms full of new books when Loki walked by me and helped me to settle them in my room. He looked over my collection and asked me if he could borrow some -which I obviously accepted-. Since that day we could be found in his room or in mine, sometime in the living room reading our own book, sometime reading to each other. After that we started to talk together about everyday life, the further we talk and more personnal our conversation had become. We were now friend and proud to be.

Then some weeks later I befriended Thor over some pop tarts -Yes I love pop tarts too especially those with weird flavors like root beer, pumpkin pie or even maple bacon- this day, I’ll remember it till the day I die. I just finished training with Nat and Clint when my stomach told me it was time to give him some sustenance or else... I went to the kitchen, grabbed my personnal stash of snacks -full of weird flavors snacks that no one in the tower wanted to taste- when suddenly I felt a warm presence behind me, it was too late fo me to hide what rightfully belonged to me. I turned around and without surprise saw Thor with eyes full of mirth and ecstasy at the sight of all the different treats. He asked me what was all of this, I let him try some, he liked it and that’s basicaly how the three of us became really good friends. Our bond is like nothing I ever experience before, it’s more like a fraternal kind of bond, without being blood related.

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The quinjet landed on the Avengers compound, the roars of the engines wake me from my slumber. I’m tired, sweaty and in dire need of a hot shower. I thought we would have to go to the med bay see if everything and everyone were alright then go to our quarter and be free fromany Avengers duties. Clearly, as I hear Tony speaks through my foggy head, I understand that this is not what’s going to happen.

“Guys we need to celebrate our victory !!” Tony happily says.

“Come on Tony, give us a break !” Steve says a bit defeated knowing well Tony won't listen to anyones plea.

“Don’t you think it will be better to celebrate tomorrow, when everyone feel rested ?” replies Bruce trying to coaxe him into reason.

“Bruce is right, we need to rest this mission was physically and mentaly draining !” Adds Bucky with tiredness clouding his eyes.

“Listen up everybody, we’re all going to the med bay, we’re all going to rest for a bit...But tonight at 8:00pm we’re going to spend some time together as a team bonding, to be together as friends more than work colleagues. Is that understood !” Tony explains with seriousness in his tone not wanting to be contradicted.

“Seriously Tony ! I’m tired, sweaty, I look like an old dry cod sticking on the side of the road !!” I start to yell a bit frustrated with him.

“Don’t be too harsh on yourself sweet flower.” Says Loki smiling at me.

“An old dry cod ?! You’re not that old !!” Says Thor laughing at his own joke.

“I hate you both ! I tell both of the gods. And I hate you too Tony, making me stay up when I only want to sleep, that’s mean !” I couldn’t contain the slight smile that wanted to break free from my psudo angry face.

“Yeah yeah I love you too y/n/n ! See you all tonight, there will be acohol an there will be games !” Exclaims Tony with a renewed genuine smile.

“Games ?” Ask Clint and Natasha at the same time.

“A game actually, not plural.”

“May I ask mister Stark what this game, singuar, will be ?”

“You’ll see for yourself tonight Vision !”

“You know I can read your mind Tony ? You can’t hide anything from me.” Says Wanda with a sly smile that make her even more gorgeous than she already is.

“You wouldn’t dare violate the one that offers you a chance to be a better version of yourself in such a rude way would you !?” Tony is almost laughing, it’s all for fun, we ove each other so much that we can laugh and joke about almost everything.

“Actually Clint is the one who offer her first a second chance, just saying. Interrupts Sam. As for this reading mind thing I’m not oppose to because if the game you’re trying to make us play is a fuc*ing Uno, I’m out man !”

Everybody laugh at this, Sam is such a pure soul, so much fun to be around, good vibes, nice, funny and smart...did I mentionned how funny he is ? Because that’s a fact, he even made the Hulk chuckles once !!

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Hours passed since our arrival, we each took a shower and relax for a bit. We’re now sitting in the living room, on the duvets and pillows covered floor. In the middle f it there is a coffee table with on it different type of sat and sugar snacks as well as an unheathy amount of alcohol -There is even a botte of Asgardian mead for Loki and Thor-. We’re surrounding this table, some on the couch and armchairs, some on the floor. The only one not here is Tony, such a diva !

We’re all chatting together, eating, drinking and laughing. I see that Loki as a glass of Asgardian mead in his hands and as I never get a taste of it I’m eager to try it but I’m aso pretty sure none of himor Thor would ever let me... I’ll just have to outsmart the both of them. With the most innocent look I can must I come sit between them and start talking to Loki. As the conversation goes and I see him so entranced by what I’m saying, I put my arms around him from behind as if I was hugging him. I’m pretty convinced I’ll succeed until...

“What are you trying to do here sweet flower ?”

“Ahem... Trying to divert your attention from your glass of mead so I can have a taste of it !”

Thor who is sitting beside him, turns his head toward me once hearing my blatant admission. and couldn’t countain his chuckle.

“My dear rosebud you’ll never cease to amaze me !” He laughs while giving me a side hug.

Trying to divert my attention by pretending to hug me will never work, I can only suggest youto be more imaginative in your touchy feelly strategies.” Loki smiles at me as if I’m the purest thing is ever see.

I know that both of the gods thinks my honesty is rather endearing but as everyone I have filters, that tends to disappear once alcohol enters the game.

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Finally Tony arrived ! The game he wants us all to play is the f*ck, marry or kill but Avengers version. I thought we were all grow adults but apparently not. No big deal, it means more alcohol to supress further embarassment by admitting some secret crushes inadvertantly ! Again no big deal...

Tony explains the rules for Vision, Thor and Loki -even if considering the name of the game, there is nothing more to explain really-.

“Each one of us will have to respond to a FMK question without lying or trying to outsmart the question, Tony looks right into Loki’s, Natasha’s and Clint’s direction, and obviously without using mind control power, again he looks to Loki’s and then Wanda’s. I almost forget, we can’t refuse to answer because of it not being respectful enough toward the ladies around us !” To this final statement he hold eyes contact with the captain and his bestfriend.

“Well let’s begin, Tony FMK Vision, Y/n, Steve ?” Ask Natasha.

“Oh lord what a way to begin Romanoff ! I think I would marry y/n of course, he winks at me and I laugh, then I would...f*ck Capsicle and kill Vision, sorry buddy but you’re like a son to me, it would be so messed up.”

“Your turn Nat FMK Me, Wanda, Bucky ?” Ask Clint with a light smirk on his face.

“Easy, fuck Bucky, marry Wanda and kill you.” She answers matter of factly.

“What a shame, you will never know what a good husband I am !”

“I’m flattered but why won’t you marry me instead of Wanda, I think I’m easier to explain to a familly dinner ?”

“It’s always better with women on the long term !”

“What is ? Be speccific !” All the male ask at the same time, the only answer they get is a knowing smirk on her pretty face.

The game continues for several time, as time passes the more alcohol is being swallowed and less inhibitions are left. Clint chooses to f*ck Tony, marry Bruce and kill Loki. Bucky chooses to f*ck Nat, marry Steve and kill Sam -How sweet don’t you think !- ; Wanda chooses to f*ck Nat, marry Y/n and kill Thor -which outraged him because according to him no human can compare to his godly talents- ; Sam chooses to f*ck Vision -for experimentation purpose only- marry Clint and kill Tony for his money ; Bruce chooses to f*ck Thor, marry Bucky and kill Loki for no peculiar reason ; Steve chooses to f*ck Nat, marry Y/n and kill Wanda -which horrifies him to the point of giving her a bear hug to forgive him !.

“Well brother , FMK Bruce, Y/n and Sam ?” Ask Loki.

“I’ll f*ck Bruce because I can’t kill him, I’ll marry Y/n because she’s my pure and innocent rosebud and I’ll kill Sam because I don’t have any other choice !” He beams hapilly as the other looks at him quite strangely after hearing him compliment me.

“I’ll take charge asking you this reinder games, FMK Y/n, Nat, Steve ?” Ask Tony a bit suspiscious concerning the two Asgardians.

“F*ck Steve, marry Y/n and kill Nat !”

“What !? You choose to have sex with Steve over Nat ?!” Tony is shocked.

“What can I say...I’m an hedonist...and I never had the chance to try this with a supersoldier so... What can I say, I’m curious about it !”

No one says a thing after this, surprised by it but not by him.

“Y-You might be an hedonist and a-all but nor you nor anyone of you wanted to f*ck me...or kill me, which is good, n-not wanting to kill me I mean... Everybody is looking at me, seeing my lack of filter due to being a bit tipsy. None of you think I’d be a good f*ck !? I’m not that innocent though !” My voice starts to get high pitched.

“What are you saying sweet flower you’re incredibly gorgeous...”

“My assets are in great shapes !” Everybody chuckles but I don’t mind, I don’t notice.

“In great shapes rosebud, those who will refuse your advances are blind or foolish !”

“Or both !” Adds Loki.

“Thanks guys you’re a so so nice !” I stare at them through my foggy eyes and give each of the brother a kiss on both cheeks, a kiss that lingered for a bit.

The others understand what’s happening in front of them and couldn’t let them stay in their ignorance of their mutual attraction.

“Y/n last round FMK, Thor, Loki or myself ?” Ask Tony.

Silence. Not a sound. Nothing. Sudenly I start to whisper something.

“I’ll kill you Tony...”

“I’m...flattered I guess !” Silence again, until tis one is broken by a sob, my sob.

“I-I can’t choose it’s too h-hard ! I love them both so much it hurts ! I can’t use one and get rid of the other, it’s-it’s...heartbreaking, they both deserve so much more and way better than this !”

Loki POV

I can’t believe what I’m hearing ! Is this real or just a makeshift produced by my imagination... I see the look of the other as well as my brother. This is definitly real. I want to cry so much right now but I won’t. The fact that she didn’t pick out my brother right away as a husband or a good lay over me is so flattering. All my life, throughout the decades I’ve always been the second guess, the one no one wants or even consider... The one you forgot to invite to a party because you’re not the one people want to see. The worst would probably be in the dating area... I was courting a girl in my teenage years, I was so in love -I didn’t know it was love at the time-, she was beautiful, smart and fun to be around... It apppeared that she was with me only to get closer to Thor. The worse is he didn’t care at all about her, he never looked at her, not even once, but she won’t take no for an answer and continued to use me as a mean to an end. I was young and she was my first love, the fact that my self esteem and confidence wasn’t that high allowed her to treat me in such a way, even with my social status.

Right now hearing and seeing that she won’t blattantly choose Thor over me is mindblowing, heartwarming, endearing... I only want to take her nto my arms and never see her tormented face ever again. But I see the way Thor look at her and I understand. He feels the same way I do. How can we not, she’s smart, funny, charming, honest ad so much more. She’s been our friend almost since the beginning and never left. She’s the sister we’ve wanted but also the one woman we want to be naked with and going wild. Clearly not something we could do to ‘our sister’.

Thor looks at me with understanding. There is a silent conversation between us only disturbed by the hiccups and sobs from y/n. Thor and I know what we have to do, we know what we want for the three of us.

“ Thor and I are going to help y/n back to her room, she needs rest.”

Every Avengers nods their heads and go back to their own rooms, the game night is over.

End of Loki POV

Thor takes me in his ams bridal stye as Loki eads the way to my room. We’re al silent, the only noise in the one from our steps. Once inside Thor put me on the bed next to Loki before sitting right beside me.

“I’m s-sorry for ruinning the game.” I start crying again, tears pour out my eyes.

“You didn’t ruin anything sweet flower ! Loki says, getting closer to my face to kiss my tears away. You could never ruin anything.”

“But it was over some stupid thing, I feel like I’m a child !”

“Trust us rosebud, Thor takes my chin with his fingers and make me look at him, none of us, especially Loki and I see you as a child, he’s so close to my face that I can feel his breath on my lips, each words he speaks make us almost kiss, far from it actually ! The moment those words escape him, I feel him closing the gap between us with a tender but fiery kiss that make me see stars. Loki takes advantage of me being distracted to seal his own lips over the pulse point of my neck and probably giving me hickeys with the passion and fierceness he’s giving me.

Kisses are exchange between the three of us -not between Thor and Loki obviously-, some pecking, licking and groping here and there. We also talk once I’m a bit more sobber -thanks Loki for that fantastic spell-, about us, our mutual feeling, where it would lead us, the polyamory trope of our relation...

We don’t do more than that for now, despite Loki’s magic I’m still a bit off, but that does not stop us from sharing a bed all the three of us. I’m in my pyjama and they’re in their underwear, I’m in the middle of them. We start to sleep, Thor spoon me while I rest again Loki’s chest. Light pecks are share as we snuggle together. As sleep take them I decided to try something, even if we admit how we feel,I can sense they still see me as a some kind of a pure and innocent one, but I’m not.

Slowly and quietly I lead both my hands toward each of their manly package. I feel they’re already half hard by just sharing a bed. I start gently rubbing them, ading more pressure the more hard they get. Once they’re fully erect I push my hand inside their brief and start stroking them using precum as natural lubricant. Of course they start humming in pleasure both thinking it was a dream, until a sudden stimulation of their tip wake them up with a loud and guttural moan of satisfaction. The both of them need some time to get their bearing. Once done they are utterlly arouse by the sighht of me jerking them off with an innocent look on my face as if I didn’t know the effect it had on them.

“You were right rosebud ! You’re not that innocent !” Groans Thor in awe.

“But you’re still the purest of all the nine realms !” Loki sighs thrusting his hips against my hand, too lost in his pleasure to realise it.

Words of praise, love and adoration are thrown their way until their orgasm hits them. They are out of breath, still trembling from their earth shattering orgasm. I kiss them tenderly and affectionatelly on the lips before whispering them a good night. I push back my hands in their brief to feel them once again. They both tense, a gasp escape their mouth before their both get closer to me in order to feel more of my touch. We stay this way all night, occasionnaly pumping one of them -or both-, I didn’t count how many time they came in their brief, they didn’t complained. All I know is that in the morning they were both overexert and sensitive, shaking from too much pleasure but with still twitching and leaking cocks.

I should have probably told them how kinky I am !

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This is the end of this oneshot, hope you liked reading it.

Like, Comment and Reblog are highly appreciated.

English is not my mother tongue.

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ashdreams2023 · 3 years ago

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Devil’s nightmare 17/55

Summary: the avengers are assigned to watch over a prisoner….you

Pairings: Avengers x Reader { mainly Loki and Bucky }

genre: comfort, found family, hurt to comfort, trauma recovery, romance

Warnings: blood, mention of abuse, 18+ content

Previous - Next

Bucky remembers the first time he met Peter.

Straight after the war and whenever things went back to normal, the kid was there when he went to visit Tony. At first Peter seemed like an ordinary kid with those big puppy eyes, which was partly true then he realized where he saw him and it made sense. He still remembers the amount of questions he got that day and how much the boy admired the metal arm.

And now he’s doing the same thing to you, the one exception is that you don’t seem at all bothered by it, but rather adored the excited boy. Question after question, mostly about your powers since Tony had warned him to not ask anything personal.

And everyone listened to everything you said, they needed to know how your powers worked, reading it on paper doesn’t give much input.

“So how much weight can your power carry?” Said Peter.

“I’m sure but the heaviest thing it lifted was a big tree, pulled it out of the roots” the boy sitting across from you had the biggest smile on his face.

“That’s so COOL! What else can you do, can you make stuff or turn invisible?”

You thought for a few seconds before looking down at your heavy cuffs, a sigh left your lips then you stood up.

“I can show you a trick or two…if that’s allowed?” You looked at the men sitting on the other side of the room.

Loki and Bruce were eating the food you brought from the diner while the other four shared coffee.

Tony not missing a beat answered “Yes but nothing too…extravagant” you nodded your head then faced the excited boy again.

“I used to do this a lot when I was bored” you closed your eyes for a few seconds and then opened them, the color completely changed to bubble gum pink, then blinked again and they changed to a soft lavender shade.

“Wow! Can you change your entire body?” You nodded your head, your hair glowed a bright golden color that moved to cover your entire body.

Everyone moved from their place, not sure where this is going.

Peter had his big puppy eyes on you, noticing how your shape changed and the glows disappeared in front of everyone.

Clint had his jaw on the floor.

It was you but….male, you were a man!

Your hair was shorter and your eyes looked sharper, your height changed and even your clothes, instead of your comfy little outfit from before it was replaced with a form of middle age era get up.

You put your hands behind your back and looked over at Tony who seemed like he just saw a ghost.

“You said nothing extravagant,” even your voice was…deep. Tony sighed, shaking his head.

“Check this out!” You said opening your mouth, your tongue turned long like one of a snake, Peter stood up wanting to get a better look.

“Oh my god! That’s like the coolest thing EVER!” You smiled proudly at the boy, feeling a sense of delight he thinks you’re interesting to begin with.

Loki eyed you for a few seconds before stepping closer to you, still towering over you but now your face was closer to his head when standing straight.

“On a scale of one to ten, ten being the highest, how much of your power have you shown us so far?”

Without breaking eye contact you said “one out of ten.”

Loki grabbed your wrists and dragged it to his face, his eyes studying the cuff pressing on your skin, the skin underneath was visibly red and irritated.

“Please, turn back to your regular self, I think doctor banner should do a few more tests” you opened your mouth then closed it, a feeling of uneasiness filling up your stomach. You shifted back and pulled yourself away from his cold skin.

It was awkward to say the least, Peter tried apologizing but Tony resurred him that it was fine and he needs to go back home.

Sam spoke with Tony in private after that, you weren’t sure what was going on but you weren’t fond of it one bit.

A part of you wanted to be mad, Peter had this pure almost innocent air around him and you were just trying to show him something cool, but Loki didn’t like that for some reason, it bugged you and now you’re laying down, taking a full body x ray along with an inner organs one.

“Ok let’s see….” Bruce rubbed his cheek looking at your x rays on the screen, his expression neutral until he notices something and you know exactly what it is.

“Did you know that-”

“Please don’t tell anyone” you felt sick to your stomach, the thought of someone knowing made you anxious “I don’t want anyone to know…not yet” Bruce sighed, feeling heavy himself. Keeping patients' information secret was a part of a doctor’s job.

“I…your secret's safe with me” he turned off the screen before helping you off the bed and starting on your skin problem.

“I’m not gonna hide this part though, these cuffs are tight and the skin looks almost purple from here” you stayed silent as Bruce tried to treat as much visible skin as he could.

At around dawn Tony had come to visit you. His expression was clearly filled with worry and uneasiness “how are you feeling kid?” You didn’t respond and rather curled up in yourself, hugging your legs closer to your chest “hey come on, you know it’s for your own good, right?” You did know, it was just confusing at times, sometimes you felt free to do whatever you and others you were just attached to machines and locked in rooms. Your emotions were everywhere and it was getting tiring.

Tony carefully warped his arm around your shoulders, rubbing your shoulder gently “I’m sorry you feel the way you feel, I promise we’ll try to make it better.” you sniffed, hiding your face away.

“I’m not a monster…I promise…” you sounded so small it broke the man’s heart.

Tony pulled you towards him in a tight hug, your tears staining his shirt.

“I know, I know. It’s ok we’re here to help you” and you hugged him back.

Your first hug in god knows how long, and you cried through it all.

Maybe that's what you needed, a few words can do a lot and you were thankful it was tony who said them, you weren’t sure how you would’ve reacted if it was Loki.

But for now he’ll close your eyes and enjoy this genuine affection being shown to you.

Outside your room a soldier was leaning against the wall, his head bounding with thought.

Loki what have you done…

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mypoisonedvine · 4 years ago

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𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫 || dark!Bucky Barnes & dark!Steve Rogers x reader

summary: a little fresh air never hurt anyone, right?

word count: 10.3k (yes, OVER TEN THOUSAND WORDS OF FILTH what is wrong with me)

warnings: noncon smut (incl. anal, oral m and f receiving, dp, and spitroasting), bondage/restraint (and a gag), some mild violence, lots of slapping, pussy spanking, forced orgasms, degradation/derogatory language, kinda kidnapping, a touch of stockholm syndrome?, very brief breeding kink, period-typical sexism (this is set in the late 60s but you wouldn't really be able to tell aside from that and the lack of technology)

a/n: the song that plays on the radio, and the song that just so happens to be the title of the fic, is by john lee hooker in case anyone wants the proverbial vibes

You needed a chance to clear your head every once in a while, that's what camping in the woods was for. It was the perfect time of year for it, too; the leaves were changing, the woodland animals were beginning to prepare for hibernation, and the weather was almost warm with a refreshing breeze that promised to bring the winter chill soon enough.

It was far from your first time in these woods, you knew the drive like the back of your hand by now, just as well as you knew how to hike down to the best places to set up camp.

You set down your pack and took in a deep breath of the crisp autumn air. No sounds except for the wind in the trees, the trickle of the creek, and your own thoughts which you found pleasantly blank. You'd chosen a spot by the creek, where you could spearfish on evenings that you felt especially adventurous, with a nice dirt patch perfect for a fire. The most dangerous thing about camping in the fall was that the dry leaves could catch flame so easily, so one of the key stages of setting up camp was raking away any foliage from your firepit, lest it become unintentional kindling.

The next order of business was finding a few dozen smooth stones to surround the fire, along with some logs and sticks to burn.

A knife and flint was just enough to speed up your firebuilding so that you had something solid going by nightfall, shedding your jacket to better feel the warmth as the flames grew and the sun set.

Sure, the woods could feel a little… creepy, at night, for lack of a better word, but it was more tranquil than anything. Most of the wildlife that was so active during the day stilled and silenced, bar the occasional owl’s hoot, so the loudest sounds were the crackling of your fire and the ever-present trickle of the creek. You heated your kettle for a cup of chamomile tea, something to help you get to sleep on the admittedly uncomfortable sleeping bag in your canvas tent.

The mug warmed your fingers as you filled and held it, and the steam warmed your face as you took a sip; but the contents warmed your chest, and your soul, as you contemplated the flavors; is it possible that tea tastes better when enjoyed in the quiet woods, mid-autumn?

You were already yawning by the time the mug was finished, so you set it aside and crawled into your tent, shedding the excessive layers and slipping between the fluffy down-stuffed layers of your bedroll. It was chilly at first but you knew your body heat would make it toasty all too soon, so you ignored the way you shivered as you fluffed your pillow and laid it under your head.

It was dark with only the fading light of your fire seeping in through the thick-weave canvas; and it was quiet, being the middle of the forest and all. One sound you didn’t expect were distant sirens, barely audible, which made you wonder if something had happened, but you couldn't know what so you didn't pay it much mind as you drifted to sleep.

The next morning came early, of course; as early as the sun rose, warm sunlight flooding through the canvas of your tent.

You enjoyed staying in the bed for a while, not so much because it was very comfortable (it wasn’t) but just because you wanted to relish having no need to get up yet. No job, no cleaning, no chores… though you were pretty hungry so that inspired you to get up and see about breakfast.

Slipping on a few more layers to protect yourself from the morning breeze, you opened your tent and stepped out into the woods, finding your fire had been reduced to a pile of embers meaning that you would need to find more wood to get it going for breakfast-cooking purposes. And that’s what you were about to do when you heard a snapping of twigs echo through the woods, making you glance up to the source of the noise.

Your back straightened instantly at the sight of two men, one with short blonde hair and the other’s dark and nearly to his shoulders, walking down the hill nearby just across the creek. They were still pretty distant, and yet they were much too close for comfort; close enough to see that these were not men one would want to encounter while alone in the woods.

They had new clothes— baggy and loose, almost certainly stolen— but it wasn’t enough to hide where they must’ve come from. They might as well have still been in jumpsuits with numbers on their chests.

The prison, just over five miles away. Had they really hiked this far? You kicked yourself now for ignoring the sirens last night.

You froze as they turned and caught your gaze, the three of you locked in a stare for a brief moment before one of them took a step forward: that was all the cause you needed to run like hell, turning on your heel and starting so fast you nearly slipped on the leaves beneath you. You heard them call out, chasing after you, but you focused on staring ahead and trying to remember the path back home, or at least to the road where someone might drive by to help you.

A root nearly caught your foot but you kept running, hating that you could hear them gaining on you since it didn’t actually seem to help you run any faster. You looked back and saw them much too close for comfort, but when you looked back ahead it was too late to avoid the tree right in front of you; you swerved but it still made you slip and almost fall.

But you didn’t fall. Someone caught you, and grabbed you, and pulled you into his oppressive form.

His arms held you painfully tight as his hand covered your mouth. "Gotcha," the man growled against your ear, licking the shell of it as you struggled against his grip.

Everything everyone had told you about why a lady shouldn’t camp alone in the woods suddenly flashed in your mind, your eyes squinting shut as you wished you had listened. All you could do now was kick wildly, swinging your legs in the air which didn't even do anything.

"Pretty little thing, aren't ya?” he purred as you saw the second man come into view— the blonde one, so you knew it was the one with long, dark hair that must’ve been holding you, giving you such a twisted compliment. “Just beggin' to be fucked right."

"Don't look so scared, sweetheart, we're not gonna hurt you…” the blonde man explained, “just play nice and we will too."

"Speak for yourself, Rogers," the man holding you snarled. "Been a long time since I got to feel a pussy, I wanna tear this little bitch up."

You sobbed and writhed as the one apparently called Rogers hushed you soothingly, trying to calm you. "Hey, just do what we say and it won't hurt alright? Just take it easy."

He stepped closer, reaching out towards you while you grunted and whined with every kick, smiling in a way that would’ve been soothing in nearly any other situation. He motioned to his partner who slowly lowered his hand from your mouth, and though your instinct was to scream you just heard yourself panting and whimpering instead.

“Did you hear me? We’re not gonna hurt you. We haven’t even introduced ourselves yet… I’m Steve, and this here is my cellmate— uh, friend— Barnes.”

“But you can call me Bucky, dollface,” the man behind you added with a little smile that you could hear and feel with him pressing up so close to your face.

“See, he and I just came from an awful, terrible place—”

“I know where you came from,” you cut him off with a snarl. “You’re criminals! You’re scum!”

Bucky just laughed and held you tighter until your arms started to ache from struggling against him.

“Hey now, you don’t know what you’re talking about,” Steve corrected firmly— not angry, but stern. “I was framed, I served seven years for something I didn’t do. You’re innocent, too, right Barnes?”

“No,” he instantly answered, making Steve look disappointed. “Oh, uh, sure. Yeah, I was framed. Real sob story,” he suddenly decided, not sounding like he was trying that hard to convince you.

“Point is, we were all alone for a long, long time, and we thought maybe you’d wanna be nice and take care of us, huh?” Steve offered.

“Fuck you,” you hissed.

“That’s sort of the idea,” Bucky whispered playfully.

“Let me go,” you demanded as Steve’s eyes widened and his nostrils flared, anger finally coming out when he suddenly grabbed your chin and held your face to look up at him.

“Let me make one thing very fucking clear,” he explained, nearly whispering so you were forced to stay still and quiet to hear him. “You don’t get to pick what you want. But you get to pick if you’re gonna make this easy, or difficult.”

You spat in his face; he slapped you for that, so hard that your ears rang for a moment while he grimaced and wiped his face with his sleeve.

“Difficult it is,” he announced with ill-restrained loathing, coming even closer as Bucky covered your mouth again to muffle your screams of protest. “Buck, I’m goin’ first.”

“Fuck you, pal, I was in longer and I saw her first,” Bucky replied frustratedly. “I’m not gonna take long anyway, you can go after me.”

“I just got spit in my face!” Steve reminded him. “And the breakout was my idea!”

“Your idea?!” Bucky repeated incredulously. “What, you think you’re the first guy to think ‘hey, what if we just left prison?’ because trust me, if it wasn’t for my screwdriver—”

Their argument caused Bucky’s focus to slip, that must have been why the hand on your mouth loosened and you could speak again.

"You won't get away with this, my father's a sheriff!" you yelped, interrupting their negotiation.

They both laughed darkly and you instantly regretted saying it.

"Oh, sweetheart, your old man's a cop? That's too bad,” Steve sighed. “You know what they say: sins of the father…"

"Fuck the daughter,” Bucky finished with a cold, hollow laugh as he suddenly bit down on your ear making you wince and shudder, tears streaming down your cheeks already.

He tossed you down and pinned you to the ground, his strong, heavy body on top of yours knocking the wind out of you as he began to tear at your clothes and, annoyingly, not seeming to find them much trouble at all. You whimpered when you felt your pants torn down your legs, hating how exposed and vulnerable you felt, hating the undeniable fact that you couldn’t stop this.

You tried to get up when he reached down to open his belt and jeans, but Steve’s boot came down on your shoulder and held you still again. Bucky was rushed and brutal as he pushed his pants down and pressed his cock against your ass, guiding it between your legs as you hissed and tried not to think about what was about to happen.

He pulled back briefly to spit on your hole, spreading the forced wetness with the head of his cock before suddenly pushing into you as you gasped and choked on a sob.

"Oh, that's it baby,” he groaned, “scream if you want, nobody can hear you but us."

Already he was thrusting with wild abandon, his hips slapping into your ass as his hot breath came down against your ear and neck, his face pressing yours into the cold ground.

"Fuuuuuck,” he moaned lowly, “so tight, Jesus Christ… fuckin' missed this, went almost ten years without burying my cock in a wet little cunt like this. Shit, it's even better than I remember."

You just cried and bit down on nothing, pain making violent shivers run up your spine as the width of him split you open, pushing deeper than you’d known anything could go.

Each thrust seemed somehow rougher and deeper than the last, pushing you further past your limits, making your toes curl inside your boots. He was unabashedly using your body, treating you with less care than some men might a blow-up doll, moaning loudly as he split you open with every moment.

So why did it almost begin to feel good, now that the worst of the pain had faded? Why was the ridge of his cock brushing over your g-spot just right each time he moved?

He pinned more of his weight on you as he changed his angle slightly, enough to add just that much more brutality to every stroke, the loud slapping of skin echoing through the desolate trees. You could tell he wasn’t lying about how long he’d been celibate in prison, because he fucked you with every ounce of pent-up frustration, hissing through his teeth and holding you tight enough to bruise.

Everything he did, he did enough to bruise.

“Yeah, take it, bitch,” he moaned when you made a particularly pained noise.

“I thought you said you weren’t gonna take long,” Steve remembered, staring down at the two of you from where he was leaning against a tree with his arms crossed.

“I’m almost done, you waited this long you can wait five more minutes,” Bucky dismissed, voice a little strained as he kept fucking you.

“Just stop and give me a turn and then you can get back to it,” Steve suggested.

“Nah, no fuckin’ way,” Bucky laughed, “feels way too good to stop. Trust me, Stevie, this pussy’s worth the wait.”

“Get her on her knees then,” Steve instructed as he came closer to you and kneeled in front of your face; Bucky manhandled your hips into place while Steve pulled your hair until you yelped and brought your head up. “I wanna fuck this pretty little throat.”

He cut off your protests with another hard slap to your cheek, tugging your hair again as you struggled to hold yourself up on shaking arms.

“Gonna teach this mouthy bitch a lesson,” he explained as he hit you again before using one hand to open his belt and jeans. “You know what’s gonna happen if you try to bite me, right? I’ll just knock you out and fuck your throat anyways. So you’d better make it good if you wanna breathe.”

You tried your best to nod with his fist tugging your hair, gasping slightly when he pulled his cock out and stroked it right in front of your face.

“Come on, baby, open up— this is the most you’ve kept your mouth shut all day,” he laughed, tapping the swollen head of his cock on your lips until you finally opened them. The flavor of his skin on your tongue made your lips curl in disgust but he held your jaw and pushed deeper, quickly hitting the back of your throat. “Fuck, so warm… come on, suck it, make it good for me.”

“She’s gettin’ wet,” Bucky informed Steve with a chuckle. “She likes it— don’t you, little whore?” he prompted as he slapped your ass suddenly, making you cry out around Steve’s length. “You like choking on a cock like you deserve?”

You made some sort of gurgling sound, and apparently they took it as a ‘yes.’

"Aw yeah, fuck, gonna fill up this little cunt,” Bucky promised. Funny thing is, you weren't sure if "this little cunt" meant your hole, or you.

“You’d better not, m’supposed to go after you,” Steve reminded him.

“Fuck, I dunno if I have the heart to pull out,” Bucky admitted with a laugh, slapping you on the ass to make your walls suddenly clench around him. “I know a sweet body like this just needs to be bred.”

Your sob was louder around where Steve’s girth stretched your lips, making Bucky laugh darkly.

"Oh shit honey, what would Daddy Sherriff say if he found out you got knocked up by a couple'a criminals, huh? By murderers?"

Steve pulled his cock out just enough to let you sob weakly before shoving back in and penetrating your throat.

"Yeah, you like it don't you?” Bucky continued to taunt you. “You like being bred by some strangers who caught you in the woods… dirty bitch."

Steve's head fell back as he started to thrust into your mouth faster and harder, the base of his cock flexing against your tongue. You assumed it was a sign that he was close and it made you hopeful that this would be over soon, but he suddenly pulled out with an exhausted laugh.

"Oh no you don't," he breathed, "not gonna come yet, still need to feel that tight little pussy of yours… if Bucky would hurry the fuck up."

"Fuck, I'm close, I'm close," Bucky rasped. "Shit, babydoll, this wet cunt is gonna make me come, aren't you so proud?"

Steve held your mouth open and rubbed his cock on your tongue, occasionally shoving two fingers in with it which were salty with his sweat.

"Fuck, fuck, fuckfuckfuck," Bucky hissed, "oh god, fuck, I'm—!"

He pulled out suddenly, rubbing his cock against your clit as his seed shot onto the ground beneath you. You sighed with relief although you hated the way your body was actually disappointed, craving more and clenching around nothing in protest.

Bucky was hardly even finished when Steve reached under your arms to pull you up and flip you onto your back, groaning as he settled between your legs and rubbed his cock over your folds. He didn't waste any time pushing into you, and apparently being fucked by Bucky wasn't enough to warm you up for Steve because you hissed at the sting as he filled you.

"Fuck," Steve mumbled as he grabbed your wrists and pinned them down beside your head. Already he had begun to pull back only to spear into you again, reaching deeper inside you than Bucky had until you were gasping and choking on nothing.

Bucky stood up and stepped back, pulling his jeans up as he watched you two on the ground.

"You got any cigarettes back at camp, sweetheart?" Bucky asked you, and it was hard to focus on his question but you shook your head. "Damn," he breathed, pondering for a moment before coming up with his next question. "You got any candy bars?"

"Do you mind?" Steve hissed, still thrusting into you— a bit slower than Bucky but not exactly more gentle. "We're kind of busy here."

"No, I don't particularly mind," Bucky smirked.

"Can't you just entertain yourself for a few minutes while I finish this?"

"Why should I entertain myself when I've got this pretty little thing to entertain me?" Bucky smirked, kneeling down beside you as Steve buried his face in the crook of your neck. "Wanna help me out here, dollface? I'm still hard…"

He freed one hand from Steve's grip and brought it up to the front of his jeans so you could feel the hard bulge there. He opened them for you, reaching in and pulling his hard cock out to wrap your hand around it.

Feeling the thickness of it in your palm now, you couldn't imagine how it ever fit inside you.

"Yeah, that's it, I'll teach you how to stroke it right…" he groaned. "You know how many times I had to do this to myself, just imagining claiming a little slut like you? Your hands are so much softer, sweetheart…"

His hand tightened around yours and guided every movement, which was good because you had no chance of focusing on anything while Steve was slamming into you and moaning right by your ear.

"So wet," he whispered to you, "so warm. All mine…"

You felt your insides grip him harder and he smiled, lips tickling your sensitive skin.

"Yeah, you like bein' mine. You like being owned, I can feel it. I can feel that this is exactly what you needed. Is that what you were hoping for when you came out to these woods all by yourself? That a big strong man would show up and stretch out this pussy? Well I'm here now, angel, and I'm just about ready to fill you up real good."

A few more thrusts, faster and harder than ever, were enough to send Steve over the edge as you felt each pulse warm you from the inside out. Steve groaned loudly and buried himself as deep as he could possibly go, painting his come right onto your cervix while you gasped at the sensation.

Bucky stopped moving your hand and looked down at Steve. "Are you fucking serious— did you just come inside?"

Steve took a moment to catch his breath before answering: "duh."

"How come you get to come inside but I don't, huh?"

"Cause I went second!"

"Yeah, that's some bullshit," Bucky scoffed.

"Will you just leave now, please?" you whimpered weakly from the ground. "You got what you wanted, now just go."

"Oh, sweetheart, we are nowhere near done with you," Steve promised, sighing as he pulled out of you slowly.

You wanted to try to get up, but your limbs were weak and numb, and your head heavy with confusion. It made it easy for Bucky to scoop you up and carry you back the way you'd run, your tent quickly coming into view which made you realize how pitifully short your chase had been.

“Looks big enough for the three of us,” Steve noted as he tilted his head to look at your camp.

“We’re not going in yet, I think somebody needs a little creek bath first,” Bucky smiled as he started to set you down on your shaky legs. “Go ahead and strip, doll.”

You shivered, considering resistance but deciding it wasn’t worth the trouble as you started to peel off your shirt and jacket, then your boots and slightly torn leggings.

They both smiled and watched you, Bucky snorted a little when he saw how hard your nipples were. “It’s chilly,” you defended meekly.

“Sure it is,” he nodded, “don’t stop, get in the water when you’re done.”

You nodded slightly as you tossed the clothes aside, trying to cover yourself with your arms as you slowly walked into the stony creek, wishing the water weren’t so clear so it would cover you better.

You made a weak attempt to clean yourself, watching goosebumps cover your skin from the cool water.

"Wash yourself up good,” Bucky instructed firmly. “I don't want any of Rogers' jizz still in you when I take that pussy again."

With a grimace, you washed between your legs and winced when your touch reawakened the sting of soreness there.

“You’re gonna have to push it out, honey, it’s real deep,” Steve grinned pridefully.

You did your best to clean up, not for Bucky’s benefit but for your own, because you hated how it felt to have Steve’s spend still within you.

“How am I supposed to dry off?” you asked nervously as you looked around, knowing you hadn’t brought a towel as you hadn’t really planned on a full creek bath during your trip. You hadn’t planned on any of this during your trip, shockingly enough.

“You can drip dry,” Steve suggested.

“So you want me to stand naked in the cold for an hour while I dry?” you realized, irritated but still scared.

“Something like that,” Bucky confirmed. “Unless you want us to keep you warm…”

“I’ll freeze,” you decided, stepping out of the water as Bucky snatched your clothes away to make sure you couldn’t dress. “Gimme those!”

“Come and get ‘em,” he challenged, leaving you to huff and cross your arms, teeth chattering as the wind picked up.

You couldn’t imagine why they cared so much about testing your will when they’d already proven that they could take you however they wanted. Perhaps it was just that they wanted to know you’d accepted that. Better yet, they probably hoped you would participate willingly if you understood that you never had a choice.

Closing your eyes didn’t help, you could still feel their hungry gaze on you; rubbing yourself with your hands didn’t help because it just spread the cold water around on your skin, rather than actually warming you up.

It was probably less than a minute but it felt like half an hour before you relented, walking up to Bucky and looking down to avoid his stare as you meekly requested, “can I have my clothes, please?”

“But I can think of so many better ways to keep you warm,” he whispered as he wrapped his arms around you, Steve moving behind you to press his chest against your back. You sighed with relief because even this was already making you feel better, the warmth of their bodies taking out some of the chill while their size blocked you from the wind. You mewled, ever so quietly, when you felt Bucky’s lips on your neck, your eyes falling shut as your head fell back onto Steve’s chest.

They showered you in gentle touches and teasing kisses as they picked you up and carried you into your tent, the small space beginning to warm quickly with the heat of three people inside— or was it just you that was getting hot from what they were doing to you.

Steve was groping your tits and pinching your hardened nipples, while Bucky focused most on sucking your neck or biting just beneath your ear. It was overwhelming, and impossible to ignore though you wanted so desperately not to be aroused. There were only four hands exploring your body but it might as well have been a hundred because you couldn’t tell the difference, they were touching you everywhere all at once.

"Now, are you gonna behave or do we need to tie you up?" Steve asked quietly.

You shook your head wildly, tensing up just imagining that. "Then say it," he instructed.

"I-I'll be good," you promised weakly.

Bucky grinned and slid his hand up your thigh, and though you didn’t mean to, when Bucky reached between your legs you tried to shut them and squirm away, it was instinct.

"Ah ah ah," Steve tutted. "You said you'd be good."

"Think we oughta tie her up," Bucky nodded, feigning disappointment.

"No, please, I'm sorry—"

"Too late for sorry, dollface," Bucky smirked, grabbing a shirt from your pack and tearing it into strips like it was no effort at all.

Steve held your wrists together for Bucky to tie, and they even tied your legs up bent and spread wide, finishing it off with a gag in your mouth.

Now you were helpless to Bucky pinching your clit, circling it with his thick and calloused finger, applying pressure to it until your eyes watered. At first it was exploratory, delicate, but once he’d found the most sensitive places he began to rub your clit hard and fast, laughing every time you moaned and flicking the sensitive bud to make your body jolt.

"Yeah, this little cunt's getting all wet, y'like having your pussy played with?" he smirked.

He accentuated his question with a few sudden spanks to your clit that made you jerk and yelp. The worst thing was that each slap made a wet sound that made you sure you were soaking by now.

“I know you want it so bad, don’t worry doll, I’m not gonna make you wait anymore…”

He caged you in and opened his jeans one more time, the process going much more quickly since he didn’t have to hold you down— you could squirm and cry, but that was about it.

With a little grunt, he pushed into you, and with how wet you were it actually went it much more easily. It was by no means painless though, especially since he was already moving and giving you no time to adjust.

"Yeah, that's better," he sighed, grinning as he watched you whine into the gag. "Now I can really take my time with you, show you how good I can make you feel."

He was certainly more relaxed than the first time, his pace measured and calculated as he made sure his hips met with yours fully at the end of each stroke. His width wasn’t as challenging in this position but his length certainly was, bumping into your sore and delicate cervix until you were forced to bite down onto the gag to cope.

But, in spite of the pain, or perhaps because of it, something deep and strong was forming inside you, tightening and twisting until it took all your effort not to let it spill forth.

He reached down and roughly rubbed your clit again, forcing a muffled scream from your throat as he grinned down at you. “Close already, huh? Good to know I haven’t lost my touch after all these years.”

You almost heard Steve scoff beside you, but it was hard to hear anything when your ears felt like they were full of cotton, only your own echoing heartbeat ringing louder than anything else.

"Yeah, I wanna feel you fuckin' come,” Bucky growled. “Bet you get even tighter every time."

As much as you wished not to, you fell over the edge, back arching until your chest bumped into Bucky’s where he hovered above you. He coaxed you along in his words and movements, your walls clenching in a nonsensical rhythm. More than anything you just wished he would stop moving so you could catch your breath, but his pace never faltered and it felt like you’d never stop coming if he never stopped fucking you.

“That’s it, good fucking girl,” he groaned, “makin’ you feel so good, aren’t I? Answer me.”

You hesitated, and sniffled, but finally nodded.

Even worse, your clit was so swollen now that he didn’t even need to rub it with his thumb anymore; his cock rubbed against it with each movement, the ridges of his shaft massaging you there until it felt like every part of your body had become the most sensitive place possible. You shook violently beneath him, each wave of pleasure stronger than the last until you felt like you had lost all sense of time, and space, and really anything that wasn’t being fucked in this tent like the fate of the world depended on it.

"Get outta the tent, Steve,” Bucky instructed suddenly.

"Why?" Steve protested with a scoff.

"I can't come with you starin' at me!"

"I'm not looking at you, dumbass,” he sneered, “I'm lookin’ at her. So pretty when she cries…"

"Whatever, either way, just go outside please?"

Clearly irritated but relenting anyways, Steve grunted under his breath as he got up, stepping unceremoniously over both of you. Bucky sighed with relief when Steve zipped the tent flap shut behind him, turning his attention back to you. “That’s better, isn’t it? Just me and you… way it oughta be.”

“I heard that!” Steve called from outside.

“Then stop listening!” Bucky suggested through his teeth before leaning down to whisper in your ear, holding your hips tight so he could fuck you harder than ever. "I don't give a fuck what he says, I'm coming in you this time. Not pulling out until I know every drop is in you, wanna see this pussy stuffed to the brim with my come… you want it too, huh?”

Another electrifying pulse inside you made your channel flutter around him, and how cruel that the moan he made actually turned you on more.

"Fuck, that's it, squeeze my fuckin' dick, honey. Wanna milk all the come outta my cock, don't you?"

You nodded again, hearing him moan in that perfect way one more time before you started to feel him pulse and swell within you, streams of hot come pouring into you. The amount was pretty impressive since he’d already come once, although you didn’t exactly feel ‘impressed,’ so much as horrified and confused. And numb, from coming so many times.

Bucky smiled down at you with an exhausted sigh, smacking you lightly on the face a few times to try to rouse you from your blissed-out state, but all you could do was hum sleepily into the gag.

“M’gonna untie you now, you’re too out of it to try anything,” he explained, releasing the gag first before working on your wrists and your legs. A rush of warm come oozed out of your abused hole when he pulled back, making your face heat up as he smiled and held your legs up to see it better. “Yeah, filled you up real nice,” he informed you. He gave a reassuring pat to your thigh before getting up and getting out of the tent, leaving you to stare blankly into nothingness for a while.

Eventually, you knew you had to face the world again, though you were more sure than ever that you weren’t prepared for it. Grabbing a blanket from the floor of the tent and covering yourself with it, you took a slow breath to try to stabilize yourself.

For how slow time seemed to have passed so far, you were surprised to see the sun setting when you opened the tent flap and stepped outside. You realized, with a sick feeling in your chest, that they had been using you nearly all day now. And considering they were waiting for you around the fire, giving you a glance up and down as you emerged from the tent, they still might not stop for a while.

In fact, they’d made themselves very comfortable from the looks of it. The fire was burning stronger than ever, three logs positioned around the sides of the firepit to sit on; a pot was over the fire, and you recognized the contents as some of the food supplies from your pack. Best of all, Steve had found your battery radio and adjusted the station, blues quietly playing from the speaker as he used your hunting knife to whittle a stick.

Serves you right to suffer, the smooth voice crooned from the broadcast, serves you right to be alone...

For a moment, the three of you sat in silence as you took in the scene. But when the wind changed and the heat of the fire no longer reached you, you remembered you had business to attend to.

“C-Can I have my clothes back now?” you asked Bucky quietly, seeing them draped over the side of one of the logs.

“I think if you get dressed you’ll try to run again,” Steve mumbled, not even looking up at you.

“No, I won’t, I’m too tired,” you explained. “I just don’t want to be cold.”

“Fire’s hot enough,” Bucky dismissed. “Why don’t you just lay down a while, hm? Get some rest. You earned it.”

You weren’t just tired physically, but mentally, which is partly why you didn’t put up more of a fight before going over to the log and laying beside it, the blanket around you protecting you from the cold ground while you used your clothes as a sort of pillow on the log.

It couldn’t have been that you were asleep, because you could still hear the fire and the radio and Steve’s whittling (a constant reminder that he had a knife), but with your eyes closed and the darkness getting darker it was almost like sleep. A draining, restless sleep that did nothing to shelter you from the memories of what you’d become.

So, you opened your eyes, staring into the flames instead and venturing the occasional glance at Bucky or Steve; the former always met your stare, the latter would only look up if a sound got his attention.

“You gonna take a turn?” Bucky asked Steve casually, motioning to you by cocking his head.

“Not yet, need a while to... you know, build up some energy,” Steve explained.

“Mind if I have another go then?”

“She’s all yours,” Steve approved, making Bucky grin as he got up and circled the log you were slumped over.

“Y’hear that, dollface? All mine,” he cooed, picking you up and adjusting you until you were bent over the log, facing Steve and the fire. Your clothes kept your naked torso from rubbing against the bark, thankfully, but nothing could spare you from Bucky’s incessant touch, running up your back, over your butt which he spanked a few times for good measure, and finally to your entrance which he pushed two fingers into first. “Mm, we stretched you out pretty good… you’ll be back in shape by the mornin’, but until then, I just slide right in…”

And he proved himself right with one long stroke that pushed his cock to the deepest parts of you, pushing your hips forward into the log as you tried your best to keep your breathing steady.

He was uniquely quiet this time, still moaning and grunting occasionally but otherwise sparing you from the constant taunts and filthy whispers. Steve, meanwhile, was doing his best to look unaffected, but the subtle adjustment of his legs along with the increased vigor of his carving made it clear he was distracted by the sight in front of him.

Bucky’s strong hands on your hips were sure to leave marks, fingertips digging into your curves and pulling you back onto him, spearing you on his length.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he sighed, “gonna come.”

And it was actually a relief because this was going to end (for now), which was definitely the only reason you moaned in response. He got more talkative after that, smacking you on the ass a few more times as he chuckled darkly behind you.

“Fuck, take it, doll… take all my fuckin’ come.”

It was sort of a meaningless instruction, since you had to, but he seemed to enjoy reminding you that he was about to take his pleasure from your body one more time. He made a weak little moaning noise, almost pained, as he filled you once again, slumping down on top of you and for the first time really showing signs of exhaustion after coming three times in a day. You were so out of it that you hardly noticed his weight on you, or the little kisses he gave to your ear, whispering praises that tried your best not to hear.

He pulled out and came back around to look at your face again, pulling you up slightly by your hair so you looked up at him.

“Such a good fuckin’ girl,” he groaned. “Open your mouth sweetheart,” he instructed, spitting onto your tongue as soon as you’d done it, then lifting your jaw to make you close your mouth and swallow.

He tugged your hair harder before he kissed you, more possessive than affectionate, but unexpected regardless. His tongue tangled with yours as he reached down to circle his hand around your neck, feeling your pulse but not going so far as to choke you.

A little groan from Steve caught both his attention and yours. "You wanna fuck her, Stevie?"

"Oh god, I want that ass, I want that fuckin ass," he answered through his teeth, making you gulp as Bucky laughed.

"Go for it, man," he encouraged, and only a second after he stood up you both heard and felt Steve appear behind you, one calloused hand spreading your cheeks; you whimpered from embarrassment when you felt a finger circle your tight rim, before slowly pushing in.

"Fuck," you whispered, and it sounded much more like a curse of pleasure than you intended.

"Yeah, you want it don't you?" he asked through his teeth, giving you a hard spank that made you cry out. Bucky slapped you when you didn't answer, grabbing your jaw roughly.

"He asked you a question," he reminded you firmly, the sound of Steve spitting into his hand and coating your hole and his length distracting you slightly.

"Yes, yes, I want it!" you sobbed.

"Where?"

"In my ass!"

Your body put up significant resistance against his swollen head, but it was no match for his rough thrust forward, the tip of him popping inside and stretching you painfully. You bit your lip but it was impossible to stay quiet when he slid the rest of the way in.

You cried out as he moaned with satisfaction, already moving so much faster than you could handle (which, to be fair, was a low bar).

"Oh my god," he breathed. "So fuckin' tight…"

The pain was sharp, and it felt like the base of his cock was impossibly thicker than the rest of him since you whined every time he pushed in.

"Aw, does it hurt baby? That's my cock ruining your little hole, sweetheart…"

"Stop," you rasped, "please… please stop…"

"Nah, I think you like it… I think what you really needed was just to be put in your place, fucked in every hole so you know exactly what you're meant for."

Bucky appeared in front of you again, stroking himself in front of your face, still slick from behind inside you.

"See what a mess you made on my cock, dollface? I think you need to help me clean it up," he groaned, holding your jaw open to stuff his cock into your mouth and stifle your sobs. The taste of your and his come was potent and musky on your tongue, his head pushing right into your open throat when you tried to gag.

Steve held you tighter as he thrusted a bit more vigorously, Bucky simultaneously using your throat as he stroked your hair and cheek.

You couldn’t remember how to do anything but just take it now. At times their paces synchronized and you felt like you were being filled to the brim at both ends. Other times they were in a syncopation where one pushed in just as the other pulled out, meaning you had no real breaks at all.

Bucky was too weak to come again, that much was obvious, but he was happy to choke you anyways; and Steve, well, Steve was moaning more now than he had from your mouth or pussy, apparently trying to hold himself back even though he had no reason to try to prolong this— unless he actually wanted to see you in pain more than he wanted to finish?

“You want me to come in your ass?” Steve interrogated you with a spank to your thigh. “Beg for it.”

You shook your head around the length in your mouth.

“It doesn’t stop until you beg me for it, isn’t that what you want? You want it to stop, right?”

Had you really fallen into his trap that easily?

Bucky pulled back to give you the opportunity to meet Steve’s request, and you sucked in a lungful of air before finally whimpering: “Please, Steve… please come…”

“Where?” he pressed, ever-determined to make you remind him where he was fucking you.

“Please come in my ass…”

“If you say so, sweetheart,” he snickered before starting to thrust faster and more erratically, chasing his peak which you prayed was close. It was, thankfully, though never close enough, and you forgot that the swell of his pulsating cock would stretch your tired hole even wider.

And, you forgot that he had no reason to pull out just because he’d come.

“Fuck,” he groaned, “that was good.”

You tried to kick him away but it was impossible with how hard he’d pinned you down to the log.

“Just stay still and keep my cock warm in this pretty ass of yours, alright?” he instructed, all the while Bucky stared down at you with a satisfied smirk on his face, combing your hair a bit with his fingers.

“You’re tired, huh?” he noticed. “We’ll get you to bed soon.”

“Will you leave?” you instantly returned.

“We need somewhere to make camp for the night, too. And since there’s already a perfectly good camp right here…”

“No,” you whined, “no, you’re never gonna leave me alone, are you?”

“We’ll talk about it in the morning, alright?” he offered.

It was truly a testament to how physically exhausted you were that you managed to fall asleep squished between your two personal monsters.

Bucky was behind you, essentially spooning you while Steve had an arm draped over your chest. And even with the heavy weight on you, physical and metaphysical, you would’ve slept through the night easily if it weren’t for the feeling of Steve running his hands over your body, groping you wherever he could reach.

You opened your eyes but it was still pitch darkness, giving you no distraction from the physical sensations of Steve's fingers delicately grazing over your skin. Behind you, the quiet stability of Bucky’s breathing made it clear he was still asleep and unaware.

“Steve,” you whispered hoarsely.

“Shh,” he soothed below his breath, right by your ear. “He sleeps like a rock, we’re not gonna wake him up with a little fooling around.”

Amazingly enough, that wasn’t exactly what you were worried about. But you discontinued your dissent as he lightly suckled the lobe of your ear, fingers tracing abstract shapes over your hip. You heard your own breath catch, and he must have too because he smiled and nibbled on your neck.

You shivered when he started to pull you closer, laying you back to reach between your legs and toy with your overly-sensitive folds. His fingers found your clit and rubbed it in slow circles, making you writhe and jolt as shocks of pleasure shot through you.

“So sensitive,” he praised darkly, pushing against you harder. “Gettin’ wet, honey? Want you dripping before I put my cock in you.”

Bucky stirred beside you, pulling you closer in his sleep though Steve kept a strong hold on your lower half. It was nearly claustrophobic being sandwiched between them like this, made even worse when Steve adjusted your hips and you felt his cock rub against you.

“Tell me you want it,” he whispered in your ear, cradling your face in his large, rough hands.

“I— I want it,” you whispered back, biting your lip to stay quiet when he pushed in. You were still sore, but the wetness helped ease his way as he filled you to the brim, groaning softly and thrusting much more gently than you expected. It was all very relaxed, and languid, and… sleepy. It was so much easier to pretend that you wanted this when it was gentle and patient like this, when you couldn’t see his face

“You two got started without me?” Bucky interjected, making you both gasp.

"You seemed pretty busy snoring over there," Steve explained with an unamused tone. “You know, Barnes, I actually broke out of prison so I wouldn’t have to sleep in the same room as you for the rest of my life.”

“Leave if you want, Rogers, I’ll keep the girl and you can take her battery radio, ya limpdick.”

“Limpdick? Were you not here for the past twenty-four hours?”

“Yeah, I was fucking this sweet little thing while you were out there by the fire doing your arts and crafts.”

And just like that, your sweet and gentle sex was gone; Steve was determined to claim you now, fucking you harder and faster until you couldn’t hold back your broken moans. "Yeah, you like that?" he growled against your ear. "You like gettin' fucked? Say it."

"Y-yes, I like it," you gasped.

"We're gonna be on the run for a while…" Bucky mumbled against your skin as he kissed your shoulder, "sure wouldn't mind takin' you with us, keeping our own little pet to fuck whenever we want."

You tried not to stop breathing entirely when he said that, distracted by Steve slowing down slightly, offering some reprieve.

"Been so long without touchin' a woman," Steve added huskily, "I don't know if one day is enough."

"Yeah, plus we've already got you obedient, trained, fucked braindead and full of come," Bucky replied, biting down on your skin to make you whimper and he chuckled happily.

"Are you sure you can share, Barnes?" Steve pressed. "I know if you had it your way she'd be ripped to shreds by now."

"Whatever man, you're the one who tore her ass up."

Steve scoffed slightly, while Bucky continued.

"You wanna come with us sweetheart? We'll be real good to you, keep your holes wet and full for a couple months straight at least. You won't have to worry about a thing, won't have to lift a finger, just keep your legs spread and you'll be peachy."

"Hey, that's what we'll call you: Peach," Steve decided. "It's perfect, isn't it? 'Cause you're sweet… and soft… and I could just eat you up," he purred.

"Wanna be our girl, Peach?" Bucky prompted.

"No, please…"

You expected anger, you expected them to hurt you, but you didn't expect them to laugh. "Looks like our sweet little Peach hasn't had a chance to realize how good it's gonna be with us," Steve announced.

"Yeah, let's show her how much she wants to be our girl," Bucky snickered, holding your hips as Steve started to move inside you again.

Bucky, meanwhile, was grabbing handfuls of your ass and groaning as he rubbed his cock against you. One finger explored your rim and slowly pushed in.

"Looks like you're still a little loosened up from when Stevie here gave it to you, huh? He was real mean, wasn't he?"

You nodded, clutching harder into Steve's chest as he fucked you faster.

"Then taking me should be a breeze."

Truly, you had no idea how this was possible. I'm the dark it all felt like a fever dream, but when Bucky pushed into your available opening while Steve was still fucking you… it was definitely real, the feeling was too overwhelming not to be.

'A breeze' was definitely an exaggeration but it was undeniably easier, especially since being half-asleep made your body so much more relaxed. You still hissed when Bucky's hips met your ass, you still choked on a breath at the feeling of two cocks buried all the way inside you, but it wasn't from pain as much as being full beyond your wildest dreams

"You were right about this ass, Rogers, goddamn…" Bucky moaned, holding your hips tight and beginning to thrust.

"Fuck, can hardly believe you're takin' both of us," Steve sighed against your ear. "I know you love it, Peach, I know you love bein' so full…"

Your lips fumbled with the desire to moan a name but not sure whose to say; so instead you just babbled mindlessly, sounded just as dumbfounded as you felt.

But they weren't having any problems speaking, in fact they were more talkative than ever, each whispering in a different ear and making shivers crawl up your spine with every word.

"You're making us feel so good, such a good girl, aren't you Peachy baby?"

"Such a perfect fucking whore, so wet already just from being used."

"Want us to come inside, huh Peach? Wanna be full of come?”

Each time you arched your back, it only somehow pushed them both deeper, so deep you couldn’t think about anything else anymore. Bucky was moving at a much slower pace than Steve, such that they would only occasionally thrust all the way in at exactly the same time— and when they did, you heard yourself moan but refused to believe it was you making the sound because it sounded nothing like you, it didn’t even seem like something you would do; enjoying this that much, that is.

“You’re close, huh? Gonna come for both of us?”

You found yourself nodding, even though they couldn’t see it, but Bucky must have felt it against his shoulder because he laughed a little, grabbing your face and turning you back to kiss you hungrily. When he moved his kiss down to the back of your neck, Steve captured your lips instead, less dominating than Bucky’s but no less intense. The moan that undeniably signalled your orgasm was nearly lost against Steve’s tongue, but they both heard it and began to pump into you faster, keeping you suspended in your pleasure.

Steve lost it first, spilling into you with a choked groan and a tight grip on your arms that was sure to bruise. Bucky was close behind, panting with each hurried thrust until he finally moaned and filled your ass with ropes of hot come, a sensation you never could’ve imagined, let alone predicted you would experience twice in one day.

Bucky rubbed your thighs while he caught his breath while Steve peppered your face in tender kisses, both of them showering you in affection you had no idea how to handle.

“Whaddaya say, dollface?” Bucky prompted as he kissed just beneath your ear. “Y’like bein’ our little Peach, don’t you?”

You stammered over a few different responses, none of them very good, until Steve finally instructed you: “say yes.”

“Yes,” you repeated instantly.

“I can tell you do, you soaked my cock real good,” Steve praised with a grin you could feel against your cheek and hear in his gravelly voice. “We’ll head out in the morning, alright? Soon we’ll be somewhere where nobody knows who we are, what we’ve done… doesn’t that sound nice, Peach? A chance to start over?”

A fresh start never hurt anyone, right?

Months on the run made the night all blend together, you didn’t even know what state you were in anymore and you couldn’t find the energy to care.

It was definitely harder to hitchhike with three people, and a disturbing amount of truckers offered to take you alone but not your companions— and obviously they would never allow such a thing. At this point, you were better off with the devils you knew, anyways. At least with them you knew what to expect.

Specifically, you could expect Steve to be aloof and brooding until he occasionally snapped and became possessive over you again, asserting his dominance over you and Bucky however he could manage— usually by covering your body in his marks and every once in a while by covering your face with his come. You could expect Bucky to taunt and mock you, cornering you into consenting to his relentless barrage of pleasure and pain, over and over again watching you struggle to maintain your sense of denial and disgust, reminding you that you loved being fucked just how he wanted.

In fact, today was a pretty typical day while the three of you crashed in a motel, Steve staying silent and distant while Bucky kissed his way down your stomach that rose and fell shakily with each breath.

“Bucky, p-please,” you whispered, closing your eyes so you could more easily pretend it wasn’t you begging him for more.

"What's that, Peach? Want me to lick up your juice?" he grinned.

You shuddered and he chuckled as he knelt down between your legs to give a long, slow lick over your sex. Your entire body jolted when his rough tongue slid over your swollen clit, so he focused there until your legs were quivering and your head fell back.

"Mm, so sweet…” he cooed. “Come getta taste a’this, Steve.”

“I’m busy,” Steve refused, turning the page of his newspaper.

“Are you fuckin’ serious?” Bucky sighed, standing up straighter and leaving your pussy ignored; you whined a little, but it fell on deaf ears. “I’d love to see what you’re reading that could possibly be more interesting than this.”

“There’s an article about us,” Steve answered sternly, looking up from the paper to meet Bucky’s gaze, before glancing to look at you. “All three of us.”

Bucky huffed and stood up, leaving you naked on the bed as he crossed the room to tear the paper from Steve’s hands. His eyes scanned the page until he landed on the part Steve must have been referring to. “Holy shit,” he breathed. “Look, Peach, you made the papers!”

He brought over the article for you to read, and you sat up straighter when you saw that a photo of yourself had been included alongside the mugshots of Steve and Bucky.

Two escaped prisoners, one missing woman, spotted in woods near Schenectady, NY...

“When is this from?” you asked nervously.

“The paper’s from today, but we were in Schenectady two weeks ago,” Steve explained. “They aren’t anywhere near us.”

It brought back memories of TV broadcasts you’d seen in hotels, radio news Steve had turned off before you heard too much. Phrases like ‘statewide manhunt,’ ‘federal investigation,’ and ‘trafficked woman,’ which had once been foreign to you, now represented your deepest anxieties.

Bucky saw the fear on your face and knelt down on the bed beside you, stroking your face gently. “Aw, Peach, don’t be scared… they’re not gonna find us, I promise.”

“If they did… what would happen to me?” you asked weakly. You truly had no idea if you’d be returned home and treated as the victim of a crime, or if you’d be arrested and charged as a perpetrator, as a collaborator who aided in the escape and continued flee of two violent criminals. They’d already gotten you in on a few robberies, even one bank— could you defend yourself by saying that you were forced to do it?

“Nobody’s gonna take you away from us,” Bucky assured sternly, not quite answering your question but making it clear that was all you were gonna get. You reached up to rest your hand atop his where it held your cheek, letting your watery eyes fall shut before you looked back up into his enrapturing gaze again.

“Kiss me, Bucky, please,” you whispered, making him laugh and shake his head.

“No, Peachy, I would but I know where that mouth has been. Steve woke you up in the middle of the night to choke on his cock, thought I wouldn’t hear, huh?”

You gasped a little and Steve crossed his arms where he sat in the chair. Bucky turned his attention back to Steve with a look of challenge on his face. “She’s scared, Stevie, won’t you come over here and make her feel better?”

Steve sighed but relented and stood up, crossing the room to stand beside the bed and stare down at you. For a moment you didn’t know what he intended to do, until he knelt down and grabbed your hips, pulled your spread legs closer to the edge of the bed where he latched his lips onto your slick and swollen folds.

“Oh god,” you moaned, reaching down to tangle your fingers into his hair, his tongue pushing inside you right away, twisting and thrusting and licking right over your g-spot until your eyes rolled back in your head and your back arched up off the faded quilt. Bucky grinned as he watched you, leaning down to kiss your neck, then suckle on a hardened nipple, then lick over your hips until finally he bit down on the inside of your thigh. You yelped a little and felt him smile against your delicate skin.

“I told you we’d take care of you, babydoll,” he mumbled, voice all deep and throaty like it got when he was about to spend an hour reminding you who you belonged to.

Sometimes you dreamed of the life you had before this, of the person you were when you only belonged to yourself, but that life was gone forever and it wasn’t coming back. Each day you mourned it in a different way. At first it was just the loss of dignity, then it was the loss at any chance of gaining that dignity back. You missed your friends and family, but you realized they wouldn’t welcome you back with open arms after this long.

You realized it was well and truly over the first time a man on the news called you an accomplice to the ‘rampant crime spree’ of Bucky and Steve. Just a few weeks later, the stories changed from two prisoners and their kidnapping victim, to three prisoners. And yes, you were a prisoner, but the police didn’t see a difference between you and them anymore. You had no reason to run, no motive for escape. They were the only thing keeping you alive and free now, even if this freedom wasn’t exactly overflowing with liberties.

So, you accepted as quickly as you could that this was your new life; every morning you banished the memories of who you used to be, and every night you prayed that your lovers wouldn’t be caught. And it wasn’t so bad of a life to have, even if it wasn’t the life you would’ve chosen for yourself— there was something nice about it, really, never very calm but still having its moments of peace and domesticity. Like falling asleep in the backseat of a stolen truck while Steve played blues on the radio. Like sitting in Bucky’s lap as he told you all about the beautiful tropical islands they’d take you to someday. Like when Steve robbed a jewelry store and told you he’d picked that one because they had the ring he’d seen in a magazine ad, the ring he decided he wanted you to wear from now on. Like being Mrs. Barnes when Bucky introduced you to his criminal connections, and being Mrs. Rogers when Steve did the same the next night.

Maybe you’d forgotten how to be anything else but their sweet, quiet, obedient Peach, but maybe it wasn’t such a bad wrap after all.

#dark!stucky x reader #dark!bucky barnes x reader #dark!steve rogers x reader #dark!stucky noncon #dark!stucky smut #dark!stucky au

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unwrittenlibrary · 3 years ago

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the warmth of your love

summary -> there are more ways to say i love you than just i love you. you and bucky share a few.

words -> 2.2k

warnings -> pining, friends to lovers, back to my fluffy bucky roots, female!reader

notes -> i wrote a harry s. piece similar to this years ago & it’s so interesting to see how my writing has changed since then. based off of this list. items from the list are italicized!

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“I’m sorry for your loss.”

They’re simple words that Bucky has become accustomed to.

Steve Rogers departure has left a hole in the world and a gap in Bucky’s chest that aches. They were best friends, brothers, and Bucky wasn’t sure how to navigate this world without him.

Bucky has grown used to the pity filled eyes of the Avengers, or at least what’s left of them, and the apologetic tone of voice.

The way the words came from your mouth though was different. Your eyes full of kindness and a small smile on your face that offered comfort.

“Th..Thank you.” Bucky says quietly. The two of you have only known each other for a couple years now, but Bucky finds comfort in you more than he does people he’s known since Steve and Sam had saved him. “It means a lot.”

Your hand squeezes his right forearm gently. “If you need anything, I’m here for you.”

He knows the words hold true; That if he called, you’d be over with dinner or movies to help him. It makes Bucky feel warm in a way he hasn’t in almost a century.

“I know.” His left hand covers yours. “I appreciate it.” You both share a smile, small and private, before the moment is over.

“I was in the neighborhood.”

There’s a knock on his door that makes Bucky jump. He’s been working on his reactions, logically he knows not everybody is out to get him, but it’s something ingrained in his mind.

He’s working on being better about it, he is, but it’s almost ten at night and Bucky doesn’t really have many friends left.

His hand wraps around the hilt of his knife as he creeps towards his apartment door. There’s another knock and Bucky moves to look through the peephole.

It’s you. Covered dishes in your hand and scarf wrapped tightly around your neck. Bucky’s lips quark up at the sight, fall was starting and fall in New York was a bitter cold. His hand falls from his knife as he moves to unlock the door.

“What are you doing here?” He asks incredulously as you step inside. Bucky’s eyes find his makeshift bed on the living room floor and he shifts in embarrassment.

You gently place the glass dish on his counter and shrug your coat off. “I was in the neighborhood.” It’s an obvious lie, if the meal for two is anything to go by, but Bucky doesn’t dispute it. “Thought you might be hungry.”

You move around his kitchen like you belong there, pulling out plates and utensils. Bucky watches with his mouth parted in awe. “You didn’t have to-“

“-I wanted to.” You move over, making room for Bucky to stand beside you, and hold out a fork for him. “Now, come on. It’s a new recipe.”

Bucky holds a finger up. “Let me get you a drink. I have some wine.” He shuffles through his cabinets until he comes across a bottle of white wine, a housewarming gift from Sam.

“Now it’s a date.” You giggle and Bucky can feel his cheeks heat, not at the insinuation of it being a date but the fact that he so desperately wishes it was.

“Stay there. I’m coming to get you.”

Bucky knows you’re not his girlfriend. It’s a painful observation he makes every time you bring something over or offer to go out. The way your hands brush but never intertwine and how you give him a hug and press a kiss to his cheek instead of his lips.

Bucky knew you weren’t his girlfriend, but he didn’t know you were dating.

“I’m so sorry to bother you,” Your voice is choked up and you struggle to get the words out, “I just, I didn’t know who else to call.”

“What’s wrong? Are you hurt?” Bucky’s mind has slipped into panic mode as he jumps up from his couch. He moves around his apartment, hastily pulling on pants and socks while holding the phone to his ear and listening for any signs of pain. “Where are you?”

You sniffle. “I’m fine! I’m not hurt! Well, not physically anyway. I had a date tonight and he stood me up.” You suck in a deep breath and Bucky freezes.

A date?

“So, my pride is injured.” You joke, but Bucky’s stuck frozen in the middle of his living room with one shoe on and a broken heart.

He knows, okay, he knows you never told him you had feelings for him. That you didn’t owe him anything, but he thought maybe…

“…But physically I’m okay.” You’re still talking and Bucky is only half listening. “Can I come over? I’m, like, five blocks away. Bad Moon bar. I can walk to your place. I just need a friend.”

The word rings in Bucky’s ears, but he forces himself to speak. “Stay there. I’ll come get you.” Bucky moves to pull his second shoe on and pulls on a coat.

He hears your sigh of relief. “Thank you so much. I’ll be outside.” Bucky swallows thickly when you hang the phone up.

“I think you’re beautiful.”

You have another date. This time with a man who asked what your favorite flower is and has decided to take you out to dinner instead of a bar.

Bucky’s chest hurts, but he stays silent. He’s unwilling to break this friendship up by telling you how he feels, especially when it seems clear to him that you do not feel the same way.

“Okay! Okay!” You come barreling down your hallway and into the living room. Bucky looks up from his phone and his mouth almost falls open in shock.

You look lovely in the dress that flows to your feet. It fits around your curves and Bucky can’t stop his eyes from trailing over you in awe.

“Wow.” He murmurs. Your eyes shift and you glance down at your hands fiddling in the front of your stomach. “You look…”

You cut him off before he can get anymore words out, “I look ridiculous! I knew it. I look far too dressed up.” You spin on your heel, but Bucky shoots up to stop you.

“No! You look…” He trails off nervously. Bucky looks at you, really looks at you, someone warm and full of light and understands what this feeling he has around you is. “I think you’re beautiful.”

“Happy Birthday.” & “I made this for you.”

Bucky walks into his apartment and is immediately hit with the smell of vanilla. He can hear your voice, reading ingredients to yourself, from his entryway and smiles to himself.

“I knew there was a reason Sam kept me out all day.” Bucky laughs when you jump and drop the whisk in your hand. “What’re you doing here, sweetheart?”

Your shoulders rise and fall with a deep breath. “It’s your birthday!” You smile brightly as Bucky presses a greeting kiss to your cheek.

“I’ve had too many of them, no need to bring attention to it.” Bucky dips a finger in the whipped frosting in your hands and laughs when you smack it away.

“We have to celebrate!” You exclaim with an affronted look. “No ifs ands or buts! Happy birthday, Bucky!”

The bowl of frosting is dropped on the counter as you move to wrap your arms tightly around Bucky’s waist. He settles in your arms as his own come up to wrap around you.

The poems and stories talk about being in the arms of the one you love as rapid heartbeats and butterflies but all Bucky feels is calm. It’s like the worries of his day to day life just slip away when he’s with you.

It’s good, so wonderfully good to have an anchor like that. He didn’t need the butterflies that made him feel sick or the rapid heartbeat that worsened his anxiety. He just needed the warmth.

“Thank you, sweetheart.” Bucky presses another kiss to the top of your head. You pull away to look up at him excitedly. “What’s that look for?”

You pull away completely and move around to pull your bag off of one of his kitchen stools. “I made this for you.” Your voice is quiet and nervous as you push a wrapped box towards him.

It’s a small book, one with no title to indicate what’s on the inside, but Bucky can tell it’s something personal from the way you’re rocking back and forth nervously on your feet.

When he opens it to the first page, tears almost spring to his eyes. His lungs burn with effort to not cry as he flips through picture after picture. Him, you and him, him with Sam and Steve and all of you together.

Each photo has a small note next to it too. Hearts and smiley faces decorate the edges. Bucky looks up at you with his mouth open in awe.

“This is… Nobody has ever done something this special for me before.” He admits quietly. “I love it.”

A sigh of relief escapes you as Bucky moves to pull you into his arms again. “Happy Birthday, Buck.” You murmur into his chest.

It’s the best birthday Bucky’s had since he was a child.

“You can tell me anything.”

You’re nervous.

It’s obvious in the way your eyes shift to Bucky before back to the sidewalk in front of you.

Your nervousness is making Bucky nervous. His fingers twitching every so often and he finds himself shifting around as if he expects something to hop out from behind one of the trees.

“Are you okay?” Bucky finally asks when he notices your hands tangled together in front of your stomach. “You’re being fidgety.”

You look up with wide, shocked eyes like you had forgotten Bucky was there entirely, too caught up in your own thoughts. “I’m okay!” You say quickly.

Bucky feels his eyes narrow and he forces you to a stop beside him with a gentle hand on your elbow. “Are you sure?”

“Yep! Just busy overthinking.” You laugh awkwardly as you glance down at the hand still wrapped around your elbow. Bucky drops it quickly, but your hand reaches out to intertwine your fingers with his. “I just… I’ve been wanting to ask you.. No. Tell you something.”

Bucky squeezes your hand gently. “You can tell me anything.” He says quietly. You look at him with wet eyes and Bucky feels himself panic. “No judgement, not from me, not ever.”

“Promise?” You ask quietly. Your voice sounds so unlike you, so nervous and uncomfortable that Bucky isn’t sure what he can do to make it better.

So he nods. “Promise. I’m the last person to judge, sweetheart.”

“I love you.”

It’s right out of those romantic comedies that Bucky pretends to dislike. The way you stand in front of him, wrapped up in a winter coat and scarf, with trembling hands and admit to Bucky how you feel.

“I’ve felt like this for a long time. A really long time now, I don’t think I could even tell you when because it just happened.” You ramble when you’re nervous, a habit Bucky thinks is adorable. “And I knew you were going through a lot, so I never said anything. I love being your friend, I do, but I had to tell you. It’s tearing me up having this secret because I hate secrets.”

Bucky says your name in an attempt to cut you off, but you don’t seem to hear him. “It’s okay if you don’t feel the same way. I-“

Your lips press shut when Bucky’s hands come up to cup your cheeks. “Will you shut up for just one second?” He asks sweetly.

You nod with wide eyes. “I feel warm around you,” Bucky starts off, “I don’t feel butterflies or sweaty palms. I used too, sometimes when you look at me a certain way I still do, but most of the time I just feel warm. I… I feel like I can breathe again. I feel calm. You make me calm.”

“What?” You ask softly. It’s obvious you’re trying to not get your hopes up as Bucky talks.

“I love you too.” Bucky says clearly. Your hand comes up to rest over his on your cheek as you press into the pressure. “You make it easy for me to breathe again.”

Bucky feels the sigh of relief you let out. “You make it easy for me too.” You say quietly, your tone much lighter than before.

“Can I kiss you?”

When you nod, Bucky can feel his entire face brighten. He’s sure there’s a nervous blush there as you tilt your head up towards him and leans to meet you halfway.

It’s just as warm as you are, the way you kiss. Slow and pushing all of your emotions into it. Your lips are cold, but Bucky’s sure his are too.

It’s everything he’s wanted with you. Despite the snowflakes beginning to fall around you and the wind nipping at his skin, all Bucky feels is warmth.

Bonus -> “Can I have this dance?”

A winter wedding seemed fitting when you had suggested it. Something small, intimate and warm. Just a few of your closest friends and family to bear witness.

You’ve been wandering around the venue for the past hour, saying hi to family and catching up with people you’ve been too busy to hang out with the past couple of months. Bucky’s sick of not having you by his side.

His arm wraps your waist from behind and he presses a kiss to your cheek, immediately cutting off what you were saying to Pepper.

A slow song starts, Bucky won’t admit until later that he told the DJ to start it once Bucky reached your side.

“Mrs. Barnes, can I have this dance?”

— ➶ —

me: has ten pieces in the drafts that need to be worked on

also me: just writes this fluffy disaster

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malebellyworld · 3 years ago

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Love My Way

Chubby! Steve Rogers x Male! Reader

Getting him to stay was hard, very hard. After spending nearly twenty-three years in the 21st century, life for Steve Rogers was still difficult getting used to, and since the damages of The Blip left this large fission on the face of society, thus fueling his craving for going back was strong.

"Please... you don't have to go, I-I know that things are pretty shitty, but that doesn't mean that it's all over." You said, through pained sobs and burning tears, as you and Steve stood on the side of the Stark log cabin.

His face twisted in pain. "It's not just that; it's all deep-rooted, that's where I belong,"

You stepped closer, taking in his scent. "I know you lost so much, so did I, but that's why we have each other, to complete that void in ourselves," You sobbed again. "Please, Steve, don't go."

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't go back," Steve said, crossing his arms. "Other than it being all about you."

You huffed, glancing down at your shoes. "Well, for one thing, they don't accept any other sexuality other than heterosexuality. Lest we forget the racism and the many brutal historical events and injustices you’d have to experience.”

Steve sighed heavily. "You have your points... but how could you ever make me happy like Peggy did?."

You shook your head in disbelief, holding up three fingers. "One, I helped introduce you to the modern world. Two, I risk my life for you and Bucky by helping you hack into the Sokovian Accords. And three, I was there with you when you'd cry every night since the Snap... every night I'd be there to let you hold onto me because you never felt more alone than you did at that time, and now that Tony's gone, the only people you have left is me and Bucky and Sam.

He was silent, keeping his gaze down on the dull grass covered in the morning dew. "I mean you’ve got a point…”

You sighed in agitation. “I’ve got lots of points, and one more thing…”

Steve raised an eyebrow quizzically.

“If you leave me, then say goodbye to my cooking, forever.” You said teasingly.

•••

It’s been a year. Steve’s arms remained muscular, often going to the gym and continuing to lift weights as well as squats with dumbbells, his physique becoming broader in the shoulders, arms, ass, and thighs. As for his abs, they were beyond far gone. His new shirts would hide his spherical stomach, but there was no mistaking the fact that he had gained nearly a hundred and seventeen pounds.

Both of you knew this, yet neither of you had a problem with it at all. Steve says it made him feel “stronger… like an unstoppable beast”, but you mostly liked it because 1). It offered more warmth for the frigid winter nights, 2). Steve knew that it turned you on, so he’d often walk around the apartment in nothing but his tightening boxer briefs and cropped tank top you made him for the hot summer days, and 3.) it just looked great on him overall, making him not only look but feel large and safe. Safety being something you have always craved in your relationship ever since the Blip basically tore your family out of your life, you found them a few years after things seemingly went back to "normal", yet the damages from Thanos' reign still burned like a fresh wound.

Thankfully though, Steve was always there to help. Whenever you had a nightmare, he would always have you in his arms, on his chest, or his belly. Your favorite part was whenever he would gently rake his fingers through your hair whilst humming a Marvin Gaye tune.

Currently, Steve was sitting on the couch, grey sweatpants with the drawstring tied, and an XL navy blue shirt that gently outlined his belly. You carefully held the large bowl of lemon chicken rigatoni with broccoli in your arm as you sat down on his thick thighs, your pelvis gently rubbing against Steve’s large round tummy. Lifting up the first forkful, you began feeding Steve, who only took big bites for the duration of most of your feeding sessions.

His hands lingered on your hips as you continued to feed, the left hand sliding under your short shorts and feeling the skin underneath. He smirked as you let out a soft gasp, thrusting your pelvis more into his belly, causing the massive dome to wobble and for Steve to moan.

Panting, he gently raised a hand to stop before taking in a large slow breath of air, a faint creak emitted from under his large belly before…

SNAP

You could visibly see the large pale belly wobble just before it jutted outwards pressing against your thighs and groin, which began to grow hard against the warm beach ball belly.

Steve huffed, grabbing your hand and rubbing against his tummy. “That drawstring wasn’t gonna last that long anyways.” He winked, before rubbing the other side of his now massive belly. You gently leaned forward, kissing the super soldier passionately on his soft lips, pressing a little deeper into his belly and causing him to moan in the kiss.

You gasped for air before smirking down at him. “You’re so fucking amazing.” You smashed your lips back onto his, thrusting your pelvis more and more into the massive belly, causing the white shirt to ride up all the way under Steve’s big pecks, which bounced along with his belly with each thrust you gave. However, under you, Steve’s erection was growing harder and bigger.

Steve pulled away from the kiss. “What about dessert?.”

You raised an eyebrow flirtatiously, leaning in closer to his ear. “Why don’t we take it to the bedroom then big boy?.” You said in a deep sultry tone.

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silkenstarlight · 4 years ago

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perpetual motion

Summary: Reader and Bucky are close friends, but they both want something more. Everything comes spilling forth when Bucky lets loose and reader reveals a secret.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Warning/s: fluff, friends to lovers, slight body image issues, kissing

Word count: 2.1k

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Author’s note: had a rough couple of days, so I was in the mood to write some pure fluff. I hope you enjoy!! Also, the song that they slow dance to is “I Don’t Want to Set the World on Fire” by The Ink Spots :))

“Hey, Bucky. Can you grab the brownies out of the oven for me?”

“Absolutely.” Bucky closed the front door to your apartment, kicking off his boots, taking off his gloves, and wending his way to the oven. “Oh, ‘scuse me, need an oven mitt.” You shifted your hips to the left so that he could open the correct drawer. He sheathed his metal arm in an oven mitt and opened the oven, heat wafting towards you, and he placed the pan on the stove.

“Need any help with anything else?” He asked, and you shifted your hips again so that he could return the oven mitt to its correct place. You tried to ignore the close proximity of your small kitchen, the smell of wet rain that had followed him inside, clinging to his jacket and damp hair.

“Oh, I’m almost done cooking, but can you grab me my phone? I want to change the song. It’s on the couch,” you said, grabbing a couple of plates from the cupboard. Once a week, the two of you got together for a movie night, providing you both with some necessary rest and relaxation. Since he had befriended you, he had opened up a little about his past, regaling funny childhood memories about Steve, stories of Depression-era Brooklyn, and accounts of late-night missions with the Howling Commandos. He had also told you about the holes in his memories-- how, try as he might, most of his life was wiped from his brain, his mind a clean slate tarnished by Hydra. He was so full of darkness, but you could see that he was trying to be a man again. You could see that, after you started your weekly get-togethers, he was smiling more, willing to try more new things. You weren’t trying to fix him, by any means, but you wanted to be there for him, to give him a place to go where the nightmares couldn’t reach him. The two of you had become close, but every time he opened that front door, you had to bury the warm beat of butterflies in your stomach, had to ignore your budding feelings for him, for his sake. It would be better for him for the two of you to remain friends.

He walked over to the couch and picked up your phone, handing it to you and bracing his arms against the counter. You skipped a couple of songs before settling on one, turning up the volume so that the sound boomed through your bluetooth speaker.

“Still don’t understand how that works,” Bucky said, gesturing to the speaker, one eyebrow raised in mild confusion.

“Me neither,” you said, smiling, causing his brows to knit together even more. “This song makes me want to dance, though.” You started swaying your hips, stepping your feet to the rhythm. He watched, face softening, and you beckoned to him. “Come on, old man. D’you dance?”

His nostrils flared, a lump rising in his throat. Yes, he did dance. In the before-time, when he was young and carefree, when he didn’t have to carry the weight of a century’s worth of consequences on his shoulders. He would foxtrot and jive every Saturday night, dipping and lifting and turning a rotating cast of sweet, smiling dames. He couldn’t remember any full routines, most of the steps lost to time, corroded by the ever-looming trauma of his past. He hadn’t danced since his last night in the United States in 1943.

But, as he watched you, he began to smile. Your movements were loose and relaxed, though slightly out of rhythm and somewhat erratic. It was unlike anything he had seen a woman do in the before-time, all of their movements planned and robotic. Right now, you seemed so content, completely comfortable in his presence. So, when you took his hands in yours, motioning for him to copy your movements, he obliged. As you both jumped and danced around the kitchen in a fast-paced shuffle, his first instinct was to downplay his joy, to swallow his smile. But, upon seeing the unabashed delight in your expression, he let laughter bubble up in his chest. You finished the song like that, fingers tangled in his, twisting and twirling and laughing.

Your movements slowed as the song changed. “It’s been years since I’ve danced. And never like that,” Bucky said, catching his breath, a smile still plastered on his face.

“How did you dance, back then?” You leaned against the counter, dinner completely forgotten behind you.

“Mostly with choreographed or planned movements. Lots of fast dances, but slow ones, too.”

“Oh. The fast ones sound fun,” you said.

“The slow ones were pretty fun, too. They had the best music,” he said, wistfully thinking of trumpeting Big Band and sparkling piano notes.

“I, uh-- I wouldn’t know,” you said, smile fading from your face.

“What do you mean?”

“I-I’ve, uh… never slow-danced before. With anyone.” You could feel pink splotches blooming on your cheeks, betraying your usual cool, stoic composure. You clasped your hands together in your lap and looked down at them, suddenly unable to make eye contact with Bucky.

“Never?” He asked quietly. You looked up to see his wide eyes and raised eyebrows-- was he surprised?

“Never.” You smoothed your hands over your jeans, trying to calm the sudden onset nerves. “I’m not really the type that men ask for a dance. I mean, look at me.” You gestured up and down your body and laughed, but the smile didn’t reach your eyes. You didn’t want to admit to all of the deep-rooted insecurity that your romance-lacking past had given you. How men didn’t tend to stick around, always moving on to the next woman, leaving you in the dust after they got what they wanted.

He stepped away, grabbing your phone from the kitchen counter to change the song. After a few seconds of scrolling, he smiled, settling on his choice. As he pressed play, the lilting, woody sound of acoustic guitar floated through the air.

I don’t want to set the world on fire...

He approached you, blue eyes ablaze with some unfamiliar expression, something you could only describe as warmth. He held out his hand. You looked at it, slightly confused, eyes trailing up to his, asking for an explanation.

I just want to start a flame in your heart.

“Take my hand.” His voice was low, serious.

Your gaze settled back on his hand, and you felt a little lump rise in your throat. The song he had chosen was pretty, soft sounds filling every corner of the room. You felt your hand reach up and grasp his tightly, the cool metal easing your jumpiness, before he pulled you towards him, leading you past the coffee table and into the center of the room. He wrapped his right arm around your waist. You watched your hand travel slowly up his chest and settle on his shoulder. You began to sway softly.

In my heart, I have but one desire.

You felt him looking at you, but you could only look down at your feet. You didn’t want to step on him; you felt awkward enough as is. This was a pity dance, after all, a friend doing a favor for another friend. Right?

“Look at me.” He whispered, letting go of your hand and tipping your chin up with his mechanical thumb. When your eyes met, you suddenly realized how close you were to him. Your noses were almost touching. You were surprised, but you didn’t pull away, refusing to bury the swarm of butterflies that erupted in your stomach and offered a pleasant, beating warmth.

“What are you thinking right now?” He asked, taking your hand in his again.

And that one is you, no other will do.

“I’m thinking about how much I would have loved for someone to swoop in and save the day like this at my high school prom.” Your voice was quiet, catching on the syllables as you tried to keep yourself tethered to the ground, tried to remind yourself that he was just being nice, that he didn’t return your feelings. But it was so, so hard. The heady musk of his cologne, the slight, shy smile, and the way his eyebrows furrowed when you spoke, as if he were concentrating deeply on every word you uttered, savoring each syllable as it left your lips-- it all stole the breath from your lungs.

I’ve lost all ambition for worldly acclaim.

He chuckled and lowered his head, breaking eye contact. When he straightened back up, your eyes flickered down to his lips. You could have sworn that his hand on your waist snaked tighter, pulling you slightly closer.

“What are you thinking about?” You turned the question on him, smiling.

“I’m thinking about a few things right now.” He answered, a coy smile tugging at his lips.

“Name one.”

I just want to be the one you love.

“Well, I’m wondering why boys never thought to ask a girl as pretty as you to dance with them.”

Your heart skipped and you felt the blush creeping back up your neck. “Pretty, huh?”

“Yes.” His forehead touched yours, but you maintained eye contact, memorizing every detail of this moment.

“Anything else going on in that brain of yours?” You whispered, voice barely audible.

He paused. There were a lot of things, of course. He thought back to the before time, when he was still a regular man with a regular life, and how he would go dancing with women on the weekends. Those dames were all fun-- swinging hips, fast-paced twirls and steps, red mouths stretched wide in laughter-- but he liked the slow steadiness that you provided. Wrapped around each other, slowly dancing round and round in the center of the living room, as if caught in a snowglobe. It was a space of stillness, of deep tranquility, when all his life, it felt like he was stuck in a perpetual state of motion. But you let him be still and at ease. You didn’t want to show off; you wanted to be vulnerable, and he liked that. He wanted to show that to you.

“Mostly, I’ve been thinking about how long I’ve wanted to do this.” He tilted his head forward, and his lips met yours.

He was gentle with you, the kiss soft and warm. He let go of your hand, wrapping both of his arms around your waist as he tilted his head slightly to the side to allow better access. Your hands travelled up to the back of his neck, ruffling his hair as you tangled your fingers in his rumpled locks. He let out a soft groan at the sensation and your heart fluttered behind your ribs. His tongue traced lightly across your lips.

You pulled back slightly for air and he lowered his head, trailing kisses down your neck and along your jawline. A quiet moan escaped your lips and your eyes fluttered open to find him staring at you with those warm blue eyes again. You hadn’t realized how badly you wanted him until tonight.

“You said you wanted to do that for a long time?” You asked.

“Yes. Longer than I would care to admit,” he chuckled. Now he was the one blushing, the tips of his ears turned bright pink. You smiled, glad that you weren’t the only nervous one in the room.

“Well, I’m glad that you were my first dance, and not some sweaty seventh-grader who would have held me at arms-length.” You both laughed and you closed your eyes, resting your forehead on his chest. The song was on its third or fourth replay, but neither of you cared enough to change it.

“I can teach you some of my moves next time. We can incorporate some twirls and dips, if you’d like. You’ll be an expert in no time.” His voice rumbled in his chest. You couldn’t see his face, but you could tell that he was smiling.

“Next time?” You asked, looking up at him.

“I hope-- if you want, of course.” His eyebrows furrowed slightly.

You snaked your hands around his neck and pulled him down for a quick kiss, breaking apart only to answer. “Of course I want there to be a next time.”

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tharros-auris-black-asimi · 3 years ago

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Cruel Summer (Chapter 7)

Pairing: Alpha Steve Rogers x Omega Female Reader

Summary: It's a normal day for Alpha Steven Grant Rogers.

Well, if you don't count the fact that his childhood friend and best pal James Buchanan Barnes is currently on trial for his crimes as the Winter Soldier. Paired with his responsibilities as an Avenger, there's a lot on his plate.

Until he meets you by chance in an elevator.

You're just trying to figure this new world out after being frozen for forty years. You're hoping for a fresh new start. A new normal.

And then you meet Steve.

Life can't get worse... right?

Chapter Warnings: Mentions of Ruts and fertility issues

Additional Notes: Hello everyone! Welcome back! Apologies if this chapter is a little shorter than I usually go. Compared to Bucky's Rut in the next story, Steve's Rut is... a little tame, shall we say. Normal, compared to Bucky's. But, that'll have to wait for Bucky's story! For now, let us bask in Steve's Rut, lol.

As always, if you'd like to read this chapter on my AO3, you can do so here.

Word Count: 3142

Steve swore it was a weird case of deja vu or something weird like that.

Some shit like that.

Because just like you approximately two months later, he woke up suddenly from a dream with a sudden shout.

He was amazed.

Surprised, even.

When the hell had he fallen asleep?

“Steve?”

Your soft, gentle, yet calm voice brought him back down to Earth.

It had taken him a few seconds to figure out where he was. How he had gotten here.

He was in your apartment. He had come back to your apartment after taking you out on a date. Chinese take-out, along with your usual marathon of Pride and Prejudice.

The version with Colin Firth, obviously.

Now though, you looked like you were in a deep rewatch of some anime show that Steve couldn’t remember the name of.

Pausing your Fairy Tail rewatch, you looked at Steve.

“What time is it…” Steve’s question made you frown a little.

“Three AM, why?” you questioned him, an eyebrow raised in concern. Possibly even skepticism.

Sitting up, Steve realized that he was sweating.

Like, actually sweating.

All over.

A sheen coat of sweat had soiled through his shirt. There was even sweat on his forehead. Some pieces of his golden hair stuck to his forehead because he was just that sweaty.

“Did you turn the heater on?”

His question was making you frown even further. If that was even possible.

“No, why?” Now you were getting a little bit confused.

“I feel so warm,” confessed Steve as he let out a groan.

“My blankets aren’t that heavy unless I grabbed a thicker one from my closet…” you began to trail off, still confused.

“No, no, no. Not… not like that…” was what Steve managed before he felt it.

His cock was hard.

Extremely hard.

Harder than it had ever been in his entire life.

One of his hands grabbed yours, pushing it deep under the blankets.

When your hand wrapped around his penis, you were still confused.

“Lower,” Steve rasped.

Lower your hands went. Slowly, your hand went down like you were going down a ladder carefully, in order to not fall.

At the base of his dick, you felt it.

Your eyes went wide.

Really, if it were some other time, you probably would have allowed yourself to laugh in nervousness.

At the root of his cock, you felt an inflamed, tight ring of muscle.

A shaky shudder fell from your lips.

“H-How…” was the only word to fall from your lips.

You were in shock.

Shock!

You were baffled! Amazed, even!

Maybe horrified could cover it up too.

“I… I don’t know.” was Steve’s stunned reply.

Which, led the both of you to now.

Right when it had sunk in your brain that somehow, someway, Steve Goddamn Rogers had somehow gotten his knot at three AM in the morning, you had jumped right outta bed and swapped your sleeping shorts for a pair of jeans. Steve watched you run around like you were in a theater production and doing a quick change.

Back and forth, you ran around.

As one of your sisters would remark you were and quote, “Running around like a headless chicken.”

Slipping a fluffy cotton sweater over your tank top, your spaghetti straps peeked through.

Once you grabbed a pair of socks and slipped them on, you snuggled your feet into your sneakers too. You weren’t about to run around the Compound in your Crocs at three in the morning.

Even if they were comfy as fuck.

Hell to the no.

“Come on, Steve. We need to go. We need to go. Like right now.”

Being dragged around the Compound at three AM to Medical wasn’t Steve’s idea of fun.

At all.

Even with the serum running through his veins which meant he didn’t sleep much sleep as a normal person would, he still slept a little bit. He still needed a few hours of sleep to function.

In actuality, he had no idea when he had fallen asleep.

Not really.

He vividly remembered you telling him that you were going to have your Fairy Tail marathon and that you’d fall asleep whenever you got tired. So you were okay in the sleep department.

But it had been three AM when he had gotten up. Did that mean you intended to pull an all-nighter watching your show?

Why would you do that?

Why?

So many questions brewed in his mind as you led him into Medical, walking through the halls before you carefully brought him into an empty exam room.

“Hop on right up onto the exam table. I need to turn on the— oh, right…”

Light spluttered from your hands.

Other than the other time he had seen your powers with Chad, Steve hadn’t really seen you in action. You rarely used your powers nowadays.

This time, however, pure light glowed from your hands. And in the darkness, it illuminated you.

You truly looked like a divine being, the way the light glowed on your face, filling up the room with a soft golden glow.

Almost immediately, the lights turned on. Steve had to blink because it was so sudden. So bright.

“Ow,” he hissed, covering his eyes. “Sorry,” you quickly apologized to your Alpha.

The light spluttered and slowly began to dim, until it disappeared from your hands completely. Almost as if it had never even existed.

“I never asked… how powerful are you with that?”

You were thrown in for a loop as you surveyed your Alpha. Quickly rummaging around the exam room, you gathered your supplies. Checking to see if the needle was all good to go, and the syringe, you eyed it with a critical, harsh look.

“One time…” you were looking down now. The syringe was still being held tightly in your hand. “… the Hydra scientists… they went too far one day.”

Deep in your bones, you knew there was something wrong.

You could barely scream when they had chucked you back into that stupid water tank. You had tried to gasp for air. Keep your eyes open.

Anything.

When you had been submerged back into the water, you had nearly choked.

You frantically gasped for air when they pulled you out again, happy to regain some air to breathe.

However, your happiness was cut short when they plunged you right back in. Water entered your lungs as you struggled to breathe.

Again and again, they plunged you back into the tank before pulling you out, only to shoot you back in.

With every plunge in and out, your light spluttered.

And when they took you out, only to plunge you right back into the cold freezing water, something inside you snapped.

Letting out an earth-shattering scream, your light exploded.

You were positive someone even screamed.

For a moment, all there was, was light.

Bright light.

The radiation in the room kicked up at the way to a hundred. You could feel the light shining upon you and the suction cups on your head slowly burning.

And then the tank exploded.

Like, literally.

Glass spewed everywhere as water rushed out, covering and flooding the entire floor with water.

“I killed everyone in there. No one made it out alive. They were exposed to intense radiation. More than one-thousand to five-thousand doses. If they did somehow make it out alive, they probably died days later. It was the same week Yasha smuggled us out.” You explained, finishing your sad tale.

“So… nowadays, I don’t really use it anymore. Only in severe situations. So…” you shrugged as you quietly asked Steve to give you his upper arm. Steve just sat there, staring at you intently as you took his blood. Smacking a cotton ball on it and securing it with medical tape, you put his blood in the small glass vials.

“If you wanted pups, would you want them with me?”

You nearly dropped the vials containing Steve’s blood. Moving hastily and quickly to the door, so you could plop the vials of his blood in the lab fridge, he watched as you fled from the exam room.

By the time you had put the tray in the priority tray, you still didn’t really have a clear-cut answer for him.

Not… really.

Because what were you supposed to say? Maybe?

That didn’t sound like a good answer to you.

However, you knew that above all, Steve valued honesty from you. You were his Omega, his other half. Not necessarily a True Mate, like Thor and Bruce, but you were his Bondmate.

“I don’t… know.”

Steve was still looking at you. Really, he was looking at you so hard, that you felt as if he was staring directly into your soul. It honestly reminded you of the unimpressed looks your aunt and uncle gave you back when you still lived in Laos in the small village before the war. The usual unimpressed looks of your elders.

But this… this was different.

Steve was unimpressed. He was looking at you because he wanted your honest, raw opinion.

“I mean… I’m not saying I would want them with anyone else. Because I don’t.” You quickly clarified for him. “But the topic of pups is just… it’s weird, y’know? Cause for so many years… I kept seeing everyone else in my family having pups. They got to live a normal life here in the States. In the US. They got to live their lives but for me and my cousin? We lost so many years. So pups are just… it’s just such a weird topic for me to talk about. Because yes, I do want pups. I want to start a family. But… with everything that happened… I don’t know. I don’t know if… if… if I can be a good Omega. I want to be a good Omega. I want…”

You couldn’t contain your emotions any longer.

Your voice cracked, and suddenly— everything overflowed over the surface.

Tears pooled out of your eyes as you began to cry. Small sobs escaped your throat as your Alpha embraced you.

Gently cupping your face, in the brightened room of the exam room, your Alpha kissed you.

His lips were soft. He was gentle. Your lips moved together in a synchronized motion as Steve deepened the kiss, pulling you closer to him. Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer to you too.

The two of you were like magnets. Just wanting to get closer and closer to the other.

Somehow, clothes had started coming off.

You never knew who decided to take off who’s clothes.

But somehow, clothes had come off.

Lifting and yanking your sweater over your head, Steve tossed the fluffy material aside as he pulled at your tank top. Somehow, his shirt had already been taken off as you hopped onto him. Straddling him.

A hiss came from you when you realized he was still hard.

How the hell could he still be hard as a frigging rock?

It was preposterous, was what it was.

Truly preposterous.

Truly.

Steve groaned out loud when your hand reached into his jeans, into his briefs. Grasping and gripping your hand around the root of his cock.

He was so fucking hard.

Hard as fucking steel at this point.

He needed to be in you.

Desperately.

Right now.

Like, right now right now.

Squeezing the root, a deep, shaky breath came from Steve.

Oh, he needed it.

He needed it badly.

His Alpha rumbled, needing that connection. That feeling of being surrounded by you. All of you. Feeling just how wet and warm your pussy sucked in his cock every time he was buried in you.

“Do it, Omega.” said your Alpha through gritted teeth.

He didn’t need to tell you twice. Helping him out of his jeans and tossing them aside, you made sure to rid him of his boxer briefs too.

You didn’t need that.

He didn’t need that.

Nope.

Not at all.

Slowly sinking yourself down onto his cock, both of you cried out.

Usually, when he put his monster of a penis inside of you, it felt good.

But this time?

It was different.

Like yeah, it felt good. But somehow, this felt even better than good.

Amazing could cover it.

Astounding could cover it too.

Spectacular as well.

Tentatively, you rocked your hips against him slowly. Rolling your hips down, moving up and down.

At first, Steve didn’t mind the slow pace. He enjoyed watching your lips stutter, watching as your mouth opened into an O shape with every rock of your hips. You were taking him in slowly, feeling yourself take inch and inch of him.

Everything was going nice until he realized that you were still wearing your tank top.

His hands immediately shot for your tank top, yanking it from the bottom, and pulling it up. Up and up. Yanking and pulling it until he lifted it over your head, tossing it somewhere on the floor.

You were so thankful that the cameras weren’t on.

Because you really didn’t want this on your record.

It would be embarrassing.

Something in Steve snapped. Like someone had flipped a switch. Or pressed a button. Even something possessing him could be a good way to explain the sudden change in your Mate.

Suddenly, he pulled out of you. You didn’t even have time to react as Steve turned you around, pushing your body onto the exam table before he slammed right back into you quickly. Like his life depended on it.

A loose cry of surprise fell from your lips.

“Shit, Steve!” You cried out. You welcomed the new change of pace, but you were just more surprised than anything.

Like a man possessed, Steve pulled out of you, only leaving the tip inside. Then he slammed back inside, filling you up. Proceeding to pound you into the table, making your legs shake.

Your mouth dropped open into an O.

“Feel that?” Steve grunted through his thrusts. He hooked your arms under him, pulling you even closer to him. Every thrust in made your breasts jiggle and sway.

“Feel how good we feel together, Omega?” he breathed into your neck.

“Yes! It feels so good, Steve!” Your feral cries only spurred him to fuck into you deeper. To the point where his hands were gripping your thighs almost roughly, spreading your legs apart even farther, so he could gain more access to your body.

Absolutely losing himself in your body, Steve felt his own legs tremble. So lost in his own pleasure that he barely heard your cry. But he felt your legs shake from underneath him, and your vaginal walls tightening around his cock as you came. Sucking him in deeper than he ever thought was possible.

Underneath him, you shook. Trembled, even.

“… love you… love you so much, Steve…” you breathed out as your orgasm overcame you in waves.

His voice was intense. His hands gripped your legs even harder if that was even possible.

“Say it again,” he pressed on. He bared his teeth.

“I love you. I love you so much,” you gasped. Underneath you, the exam table squeaked and smacked against the wall a little, due to his powerful thrusts into your slopping, messy, and wet vagina.

“It’s okay Steve,” you heard yourself telling him.

“It’s okay, Alpha. Let go.”

With that, Steve came. He came with a shout, his hair sticking to his sweaty forehead as he looked down at you, dispelling anything and everything he had inside of you.

The supersoldier sperm was a lot.

Still, he was thrusting into you, continuing to give and give and give as much as he could.

Deep in his gut, he could feel it.

“Do it, Steve. It’s okay,” you assured him gently.

Something knocked into his lungs as he felt his knot swelling and sinking inside of you, impaling you on his knot.

Steve had to take in deep breaths as his vision started to swim. His vision was a little foggy, blurry.

You were breathing pretty hard too. Still basking in the throes of your orgasm.

Slowly, Steve allowed himself to sag against him, feeling you. Rubbing his nose into the crook of your neck, against your gland.

“I love you, Omega.” His low murmur reverberated in your ears. You could hear his words clear as day.

A small trace of a smile appeared on your face.

“I love you too, Alpha.”

Later that day, in the afternoon…

Needless to say, you were in much happier spirits throughout the day. After you managed to free yourself from Steve’s knot, the two of you quickly high-tailed it out of Medical and back to your apartment. It had taken a while, but the cool breeze of spring had cooled down his ever-growing temperature.

Steve had called in for his Rut Leave and had holed himself in your apartment all day. As much as you wanted to stay home with Steve and help him with his Rut, you still had work you couldn’t ignore.

Especially after your Heat Leave, your work had tripled. You had spent the entire morning in your office, going over paperwork.

It was not a great time.

Now though however, you were currently eating a granola bar, happily chewing on it while drinking from your hydro flask.

Munch. Munch. Munch.

Chew. Chew. Chew.

You were living your best life in your office.

Soft Hmong music played from your phone, and you were happily humming and nodding your head to the music.

Life was going great.

Your cousin had quietly excused herself from having lunch today with you in the cafeteria like normal, having holed herself up with Yasha in her own apartment. Apparently, they were discussing some real-life important things.

Everything was going swimmingly well until your ringtone for Steve went off.

After finishing up your granola bar, you drank some water before you answered the call.

“Hello?”

“Omega.”

Steve’s voice was rough on the other line. He didn’t sound like himself. He sounded almost fever-like. Kinda like if you were in the desert for a day and needed water.

Kinda like that.

Nevertheless, your thighs trembled at the sound of his voice.

“Hey, Steve.” You cooed into the phone. “Are you doing okay?”

“No,” he responded with a grunt. “Feels like hell, Omega.”

“I’ll be coming home soon. I’ve wrapped up all my work here. Would you like me to come home now?” You asked sweetly.

“Yes please.” he breathed out.

That earned him some soft chuckling from you.

“Okay. I’ll be home soon, okay? I just need to send an email and a notice to Cho. Hang tight, Alpha.” you assured him that you’d get home safe and sound before you hung up the phone.

You had an Alpha to take care of, after all.

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thefanbasewhore · 4 years ago

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The Weeping.

Prompt no. 4 from @wkemeup 's 9k challenge! - Character A is being held hostage. Character B offers to trade themselves in A's place.

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Summary || After you're taken from a mission, Bucky offers himself in order to insure your safety.

Paring || Bucky Barnes x female reader

Word count || 1,660

Warnings || abduction (kidnapping??), violence, gun-fire, mentions dead bodies and blood, angst.

Side note || clear eyes is Bucky and yours way of saying everything is okay and this is shorter then I intended it to be, I didn't have a lot of time to write it, so if it seems rushed, I'm sorry.

The mission was supposed to be simple - a quick in and out, retrieve the information and burn that place to the ground but even that seemed unattainable at the moment.

Bullets whiz through the air, penetrating the barrier of sound that make Bucky's ears ring. To anyone else it is frightening, usually follows screams of terror but it's something he lives for, the only familiar sound to stay with him constantly through the years. Adrenaline makes his body visibly tremble, chest conforming to laboring breath in order to stay quiet. Those crystal blue orbs narrowing, fine wrinkles bunch on the skin of his forehead as he nods towards you, on the opposite side of the room but still in his peripheral vision.

He nods once more - just to ensure that the hallway is clear. His heart is thumping against his chest right along with your own, fingers clenched the butt of your to bring it closer to your chest, raising it as Bucky moves in front of you with his own. The walls are splattered with red, fresh blood as you maneuver through the corpses' that lifelessly scatter the floors and the dark hallway seems almost endless, except the flickering light at the end of it. With every muffled gunshot it turns into darkness only to be unexpectedly brought to life again. "Stay low.." Bucky whispers as he follows your stance - back against the wall and a free hand reaching for the spare knife hidden in both of your boots but not before he extends his arm and fingers grasp the buckle across your chest with a gentle but meaningful pull, "Clear eyes?" "Clear eyes." Bucky nods softly as the cool vibranium finger sculpts the structure of your jaw with twinkling eyes. "Be careful in there, okay? You need anything --." He taps the shell of his ear with two fingers, and you nod in understanding. With one last glance Bucky turns towards the double doors, a hand pressing against the handle as he uses his body weight to push it open with ease and the moment he does more gunfire echoes the walls of the room. A sudden blur of motion catches his attention as his breath hitches as his arms wrap around you as bullets whiz through the air, only inches away from piercing your skin. Bucky uses the other door as cover as metal bullets ricochet. Smaller fingers clench into his flesh arm, forming indentations of small crescent moons as a means to seek cover. Bucky's arms wrap around you pulling you into his chest to shield you from any stray bullets but the heavy door behind his back is a strong enough metal to take the blunt force of the bullets without breaking through. His soothing hands find your hair, breathing heavily as he angles your face to meet his eyes. "Are you okay?" Your throat tightens at his worried expression but nods to confirm you were not hit. Bucky nods back, eyes setting in a hard line as he keeps you between his legs but peers over the threshold of the floor but a warning short from around the corner bounces off the walls. "Fuck." Bucky whispers as he reaches into the pocket of his tactical pants, but you don't need to look to see what he's got. "I'll go up the stairs, you go to the right." He pulls the pin out, rolling it into the room and waits until a thick, white cloud of smoke fills the hall, with one last nod he pulls his glasses down, fingers tapping the side as they click to life. You follow behind, gun raised in the air as you follow through sweeping the rather large room. The smoke is thick - suffocating, throat closing due to the inadequate amounts of oxygen, but you swallow the ball in the back of your throat while trying to maneuver through it, the glasses didn't help much. Footsteps cause you to jump, turning in every direction but the cloud is too thick and they near closer following along with your frantic motions to protect yourself with a mixture of anxiety and fear coarse through your veins. Something is mumbled to your right but it's too late, two rather large hands roughly grab at your hair, pulling it into a tight fist as another set of hands catch your leg - pulling into your fall onto the ground, hitting your head hard enough that dark, round dots cloud your vision. Before you could even manage to move - the cool surface of a blade touches your neck and your raise your hands in surrender as the weight of the man moves to crush your chest, face still veiled behind the white smoke. Without a word he turns you around, pressing your cheek against the floor with a rough hand as he pats down your suit, pulling the knives out with a snarl as his friend picks up your gun. 'Sweetheart, where are you?' Bucky's voice is muffled from the fact that the man's hand presses against it, but it vibrates his skin and it's yanked from your ear and crushed between two fingers. When the smoke dissipates the man brings you

to your knees, hands wrapped around your wrists with an unforgiving knee digging into your spine. "If you want her alive, come out now." A thick, foreign accent bounces off the walls of the room as the hand tightens, the other goon on your right holds your gun up as a blur moves in the corner of your eyes. Bucky's eyes meet yours in a panic as he rounds the corner, raising his gun to the man that holds your hair which only causes him to say something in a foreign language, digging the knife into your throat until it stings with pain. Every ragged breath the sharpened blade nicks the thickest column of your neck. "Let her go." Bucky hisses through clenched teeth, jaw clenching as seafoam eyes darken like the night sky. The man smiles evilly, a sick grin that reaches his eyes, makes Bucky's stomach drop inside his stomach as he twirls the knife around a dirty, unmanicured finger. "Didn't think we'd recognize you with that haircut, Soldat?" The skin of your neck burns as a yelp of pain fills the room, blood smears his fingers and invades your senses and the words make Bucky's eyes narrow, squeezing them shut at the words. The smell of smoke, gunfire and metallic make your head spin as Bucky lowers the gun to the ground, hands raised in the air. "Take me, let her go." "What use do we have for you now, Soldat? You are no longer our winter soldier; they have rid you of that." The man's sick chuckle causes him to shake his head, eyes wild with paralyzing fear. "That's not true - I feel him, he's still in here." He pauses, guilty eyes flicker to your own and back up the to man's, "Just let her go, don't hurt her." "No, no." You manage to mumble, tears stinging the waterline of your eyes as you grit your teeth in pain, he never lets the pressure of the knife go as you try to suppress a shiver. Bucky lowers his head with shame, in complete defeat as he lowers to his knees and moves the gun further away. "He's still in here. You can get him out. Take me instead of her, please." "Stop, no!" Eyes of guilt refuse to meet your own, the secret you have known all along and Bucky's urge to smother the winter solider completely blinded him from the fact that this could happen someday. It's been years since he's been so called 'freed' but some roots are so deep they can't be removed, the inside of his brain still tainted with the dark soldier who refuses to stop haunting him after all this time. "Bucky don't you fucking do it!" Bucky ignores the calls, squeezing his eyes shut with emotion. It's not fair, all those years spent brainwashed, tucked away inside his own brain just to end up there again. He barely survived the trauma then but now - he would never be able to, not without Steve, without the Wakandian's again. "Walk towards me, slowly." The other man commands as Bucky nods an understanding to stand on his feet but pauses as the knife presses into your skin more, "Let her go first." The instant the knife is gone is relief, hand reaching up to rub the burning skin and smear blood against your gloved hand and along your neck. Roughly the knee against your back pushes you from the position of on your knees to leaning against the man for support as his arm crosses against your chest, hand crushing the windpipe of your neck. "I will count to three and you both will walk, you towards me, her out the door. Got it?" With every number your heart pounds inside your chest, face turning red due to the harsh grasp at the surface of jaw as a cough follows suit, chest greedy for oxygen as he releases. Bucky takes the first step forward, edging you closer with his eyes that leave little room for argument. Close, slow steps until both yours and his arm brush against each other The fat of your bottom lip quivers as he leans forwards, hands still raise obediently in the air to press his forehead against your own. "Buck -." "Promise me, you won't come look for me." It is rushed as the men in front of him yell but inaudible as you shake your head as tears push past eyelashes. "I mean it, forget about me, they'll never stop. Okay? No

matter how much I try, they will never leave me alone." "How could you say -." There's a rough tug on his hand, pushing him forward but he uses the last second, he can spare to press one more heartbreaking kiss against your lips and before you could comprehend what coming next - a burning, red-hot pain radiates at the base of your skull and numbing darkness consumes you.

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cake-writes · 5 years ago

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Earn It

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: filthy smut, ANAL (yes reader is 100% that bitch), kinda-sorta dubcon due to alcohol, praise kink, pain kink (yes reader is also 100% that bitch), safe word mention (not used), subtle D/s undertones, begging, degradation, count down, squirting, 18+

Word Count: 1.9k

A/N: so you can blame my darlings @mandalorianspace and @buckybarnesplumwhore for this one. THANKS A LOT. 💀 also I could not be fucked with the ending so lmao sorry but the smut is just more important here, okay???

“Tell me how bad you want it.”

You’re on your hands and knees in front of your boyfriend of two years, side of your face pressed into the sheets – and although you can’t see him, you can hear the roughness in his voice, feel his callused fingertips dig into the flesh of your ass as he spreads your cheeks apart.

Despite how long you’ve been together, though, it’s unfamiliar.

“Bucky,” you gasp as his vibranium thumb smooths over your puckered hole. “Please fuck my ass, please—”

The tip of his thumb slides in, and you shiver.

“You’re so tight, honey,” Bucky warns, voice low, bordering on dangerous. “Sure you can handle it?”

You take his warning as a challenge, of course you do, but you don’t miss the slight note of concern in his tone. You’ve done anal before, just not with him because you’ve always been so intimidated by how thick he is. Even told him that once a long time ago. Funny story, that.

Right now, however, you’re high on endorphins and drunk on too many shots of tequila to care.

“Yeah,” you respond breathily. “I need it. Baby, please.”

You’re eager, so much that you barely notice when he replaces his thumb with a finger until it sinks further inside than the former could ever reach. Just one finger leaves you gasping, never mind two as he stretches you open even more.

“Bucky,” you whine, wiggling your hips, impatient and needy. Two fingers isn’t nearly enough preparation considering how long it’s been since you had it last, but you want him. You want him so fucking badly, and he’s taking too long.

As if on cue, a third finger presses inside and you hiss at the burn. It’s a reminder that you shouldn’t rush, but you want it. You need it.

“Fuck me,” you plead, reaching back to spread your cheeks apart so he doesn’t have to. “If it won’t fit, then make it fit. I don’t care. Just fuck me.”

Bucky stops, three fingers buried knuckle-deep in your ass, to stare at you – not that you even notice, because you’re already so fucking gone for it. You do hear a hint of surprise in his voice when he asks after a too-long pause, slowly, teasingly pulling his fingers out, “What’s our safe word?”

This isn’t the first time you’ve done a scene, and you breathe, “Peaches.”

“Good girl.”

After a playful smack to your ass, Bucky releases you to retrieve the bottle of lube from your nightstand. You pull your head up off the sheets to peer back at him, heartbeat pounding in your ears as he pops open the bottle.

There’s something about the way his skin seems to glow in the warm lamplight, or maybe it’s the way his hair falls so perfectly into that pretty face of his; or how, when his eyes meet yours, dark and teasing, you feel yourself get even wetter at his approach.

Anticipation.

The lube is cold and wet as it drips down the crack of your ass and onto the bed. Some small part of you is thankful that he had the foresight to lay down a towel, but the thought is quickly forgotten when he holds the tip of his cock against your hole.

You think you’re ready. You’re beyond ready.

It's slick, ridiculously so, the way the head pops in without a hitch – but it’s a beautiful stretch, one that stings just enough to make your legs quake. You bite down on your lower lip because it feels good, too. Too good. Too right.

A whimper escapes your throat when Bucky presses in further, because that’s when it starts to hurt a little bit more – but you don’t use your safe word, because maybe you want it to hurt. Or maybe you just want him balls-deep inside you so badly that you don’t care. Or maybe that’s the tequila talking.

You assume he’s about halfway in when he withdraws almost all of the way to spread the slickness further. “You okay, sweetheart?”

“Yeah, I—”

Your affirmation is promptly cut off with a moan when he slides back inside, a little further than before, but that’s where he seems to get stuck. Not in the literal sense of the word, but your channel just can’t seem to take any more of him no matter how gently he tries to ease inside. You’re just too tight.

“Hurry, baby,” you whine. “Please.”

You’re already being stretched to the limit, and it burns in the best of ways, but you want him inside. You need it.

The warmth of his palm on your ass cheek is a balm as Bucky mutters to himself, “Make it fit, huh.”

And that’s when you know you’ve made a mistake, because he lets go of your hair to grab your hips – but before you can stammer out your concerns, he slams all the way inside, punching the breath from your lungs. You swear you actually see stars because it hurts, fuck, it hurts, but hell if you don’t love it all the same. You swear aloud, too; a string of filthy curses escapes your lips as your back arches, hands balling in the sheets below.

With Bucky so fully seated inside of your ass, you quickly realize that he couldn’t have been anywhere close to halfway before. He’s just too big, too thick, you’re not ready—

But no safe word. Not yet. It hurts too good.

His body cages yours in from behind, but all you can focus on is the searing stretch of his cock deep inside of you. He’s pressing gentle kisses to your shoulder and whispering sweet nothings against your skin, perhaps meant to be a distraction, and it helps a little.

“Fuck me,” you rasp. Your pussy is drenched and he hasn’t even started moving yet. “Baby, please, I can’t—”

You can’t even think, let alone form a coherent sentence, but he understands just fine. His withdrawal is almost as bad as the entry – but that perfect pain twists and warps into some semblance of pleasure within your masochistic brain as he starts a slow, gentle rhythm, one that has your eyes rolling back.

“Look at you, honey,” Bucky whispers, one hand smoothing down your back, cool vibranium meant to soothe, “Taking every fucking inch.” His praise has your core clenching around nothing, but it makes your ass tighten up, too, makes him groan out, “Good girl. God, you’re so good for me.”

“Y–Yeah,” is all you can manage to respond with, because your mind is blissfully blank.

There’s another pause as Bucky adds a little more lube, and then he’s pulling your arms back, dropping your face back onto the sheets – but that’s fine by you because you’re practically drooling anyway, and when he picks up the pace, you actually do drool. He stops being gentle because he knows you can take it, knows you’ll use your safe word if you have to, and the feeling of him pounding your poor abused ass into oblivion only sends you higher.

Mindless babbles and pleas leave your mouth on an endless loop; you don’t know what you’re even saying anymore, other than yes, yes, yes. Your knees slide further apart from his onslaught, which changes the angle just enough for him to slam into your sweet spot.

“I’m— Bucky, I’m gonna—”

You’re teetering on the edge, ready to implode, ready for him to put you out of your misery.

“Not yet,” he orders. “Wait for me.”

The sheer command in his voice makes you clench up again, because it’s near-impossible to stave off the inevitable. The pain’s given way to pure, unbridled pleasure at this point, and it teases your undoing, makes you so fucking desperate to come that tears start rolling down your cheeks. It’s adrenaline. It’s delirium. Your voice goes hoarse begging him to fill you up, to give it to you, to let you come, please, baby, please—

“Oh, honey,” Bucky coos, tone patronizing, smoothing your hair from your face. “You wanna come so bad, don’t you?”

“Please let me come,” you beg, not even caring anymore what a state you must look: face hot, flushed, tears staining your cheeks, saliva smeared down your chin and on the sheets. “Please, please, please—”

Each ‘please’ is punctuated with another slam of his hips until two of his fingers are in your mouth, digging into your cheek, stifling any further pleas; not that you don’t continue to try. Muffled, incomprehensible moans are all that come out.

“Too bad. You’ve gotta earn it.”

That’s when he finally lets go and buries his hand in your hair instead, to push and pull you as he pleases, use you however he likes.

“So fucking desperate—” Bucky slaps your ass hard with his vibranium hand and you jerk in surprise – not that you mind, because it feels so fucking good. “Had to shove it in ‘cause you’re such a needy little slut, isn’t that right, honey? So now you’re gonna take it, just like you asked for.”

As if it’s not hard enough to hold back, now he wants to talk to you like that?

“Bucky, please—” You’re sobbing with desperation as he pulls your hair back by the roots. “Please, I can’t, I can’t—”

You’re like a broken record, but you’re pretty sure it’s your brain that’s broken because you just can’t comprehend anything anymore. You feel like you’re floating, almost, ready to combust but you’re just not allowed to, yet.

“I’m gonna count down,” Bucky tells you, voice strained, and you know then that he must be close. “Three.”

Vibranium fingertips dig into your hipbone, hard enough to leave bruises, and he uses the tighter grip to pull you back harder onto his cock.

“Two.”

Sloppy wet sounds echo through the room as he slams into you with a more frenzied, albeit uneven pace.

“One.”

And then he angles his hips just so, aiming for your sweet spot once again which he successfully hits, over and over and over until finally, finally—

“Let go. Let me feel you.”

In an instant, your body tenses up like a live wire as you reach your peak with a strangled cry, fireworks exploding behind your eyelids in what’s probably one of the most intense orgasms you’ve ever had. He’s never made you hold out for so long, never made you beg this much before, but it’s certainly done something for you if the sudden gush of wetness between your legs is any indication.

“Christ, sweetheart—”

Bucky shoves in as far as he can go, and you feel a sudden burst of warmth deep inside as he fills up your ass just like you begged for. Aftershocks have your body spasming as his cock pulses inside of you, once, twice, three times, four—

And then his grip goes lax, on both your hair and your hip, and your scalp aches painfully but not nearly as much as your backside. It stings and burns as he slowly pulls out, gently massaging your lower back as he does: another welcome distraction.

The head of his dick slips out with a distinct pop, and you whimper. If it’s because of the loss or because of the pain, you’re not sure but either way you’re definitely going to feel it in the morning.

Pulling some wet wipes from your bedside table, Bucky attempts to carefully clean you up, but you’re already so sore so you take it from him and do it yourself.

“Are you okay?” he asks softly, continuing to rub your back. “Did I hurt you? Was it too much?”

You give him a dopey smile. “Yeah. But it was worth it.”

Bucky snorts. “Sometimes I think you like the pain a little too much.”

Then he presses a kiss to your forehead, to which you let out a sleepy hum of approval. You love his aftercare, you really do, but today a cuddle is more than enough. The two of you lay together on the bed as he strokes your hair, and when you fall asleep, Bucky thinks to himself, well, you definitely earned it.

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profoundtyrantharmony · 2 years ago

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I posted 406 times in 2022

That's 76 more posts than 2021!

38 posts created (9%)

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Title : A Touch of Affection

Pairing : Modern!Ivar x Reader

Words : 4001

Warning : Fluff, Smut and slight Angst

Note : Roommate to Bestfriend to Lover. I made it soft!Ivar cause it’s my favorite. Probably some medical innacurencies.

Chapter Plot : Ivar talk about his difficulties in the sexual department and Reader offers to help him.

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Title : What a Game

Pairing : Loki x Reader x Thor

Words : 3354

Warning : Fluff and a bit smutty at the end.

Note : Everybody is alive, Endgame happened without permanent casualties

Plot : A game of fu*k marry or kill with alcohol leads the Avengers (original 6 + Loki, Bucky, Sam, Wanda and Vision) and reader to admit dome hidden feelings deep inside of them.

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