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blackleatherjacketz · 3 years ago

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Point of No Return

Baron Helmut Zemo x Original Female Character

Summary: While preparing for a mission where she has to seduce their target, Zemo convinces her to show him how she plans on doing it.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ Only!, Explicit Smut, Daniel Bruhl’s Magnetic Essence, Dubious Consent, Manipulation, Sugar Daddy Undertones, Soft Dom Zemo, Roleplay, Oral Sex (Male and Female Receiving), Vaginal Sex, Lingerie, Dresses, Tuxedos, Kissing, Face Holding, Teasing, Hair Pulling, Zemo’s Hands, Eye Contact, Classical Music References, Zemo Possibly Catching Feelings

Word Count: 3.7K

Tags: Thank you to @bullet-prooflove for helping me concoct this universe! @letsby @imadeadpoett @mrsmaxwelllord @genevievedarcygranger

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“How does it fit?” He doesn’t bother to look at her as she walks into his room wearing the gown he had made especially for her, one he was certain would fit every curve and angle of her body. He takes care to glance over just as she looks away, pretending not to notice how the vibrant color of the cloth complements the olive tones in her skin, accented only by the raven locks that cascade down her shoulders.

“Well enough, I guess.” She lifts her arms up, defeated by the fact that her chromosomes drew her the short straw in the group tonight.

She had dressed up a handful of times before; weddings, parties and funerals all placing her in dresses of varying lengths throughout her lifetime, but none of them were quite like this. None of them had clung so tightly to her skin, restricted her movement or made her feel so incredibly vulnerable that she questioned her ability to carry out her skill set in the presence of her colleagues… and him.

The baron looks up at her as she slowly turns around in front of him, noticing that the zipper on the back of her dress is still only halfway up. “You’re not zipped all the way.”

“What?” She turns to each side to get a better view of the back of her dress, bending her arms backward in a failed attempt to get a grip on the elusive zipper, splaying her fingers out across the fabric.

“Here,” he presses his lips together and walks toward her, motioning for her to turn around, “Allow me.”

She walks over to the full sized mirror to get a better look at herself, making an effort to grab hold of her dress as if to show him that she can do it herself. She’ll be damned if she actually needs a man to help her to get into this thing, even if he is the one who paid for it. And the flat they’re currently staying in. And their mode of transportation. And all their meals. And everything else.

Damnit.

She huffs before letting go of the silky cloth, reluctantly letting him take his place behind her. Although she had thought about it a few times before, she had never let the baron get this close to her, heeding her partners’ warnings of his hidden agendas and dual nature. Even with the heels she has on he still towers over her, the top of her head barely meeting his eyeline as they both look straight forward into the mirror. It’s almost as if they’re posing for a formal portrait, a snapshot of this moment in time portraying them as an opulent couple who had been together for years, his hand finding a sudden familiarity on her lower back.

“It suits you,” he whispers into her ear, tracing his way down her shoulder blade with his opposite hand.

“Does it?” She keeps her eyes on their reflection in the mirror, hoping that her makeup is heavy enough to hide the flushing of her cheeks as his fingers send a shiver down her spine. She’s supposed to be getting into character, one who is single and ready to mingle with their target long enough for Sam and Bucky to get the information they need; not one who can’t get over the intoxicating scent of her benefactor’s cologne.

“You don’t think so?” He takes his time feathering his fingertips over her silken strap as it curves its way into the unfastened bodice. He follows it down the inner arch of her back, noticing the absence of black lace or any other delicate fabric underneath. “You’re not wearing the lingerie I set out for you.”

“It was too bulky, didn’t look right.” She pauses as he excites the skin on her lower back, sparking a hint of heat into her core. “It’s just been a while since I’ve worn a dress, is all,” she starts to explain herself, feeling his breath warm against her hairline as his lips brush the shell of her ear.

Good God, why does he have to be so fucking handsome?

“You should wear them more often.” He reaches the tiny metal zipper at the base of her spine and slowly pulls it upward before laying it down flush against the material of her bodice. “You’re a vision in red, but every piece of your costume serves a purpose, tells a part of the story.” He takes a breath, pausing before continuing on, “You’re going to have to do more than just look the part tonight.”

“I know that,” she says, more to herself than to him as she watches his hand smooth its way over her hip in the mirror. She holds her breath as he guides it up her belly, inhaling as it curves over her breast and touches the bare skin on her chest.

“Do you?” He reaches her chin with the pads of his fingers, turning her face away from the mirror. “You’re going to have to distract him.” He tilts her chin up so that she has no other choice but to look into the dark caramel of his eyes. “You’re going to have to seduce him.”

“I can do that.” Her sentence wavers as it leaves her lips, a pathetic whisper of a promise as he drags his fingers off of her face.

“Can you?” He lets go of her completely, taking a step back before turning on his heel. “Sam seems to have a lot of confidence in your abilities, but I have my doubts.”

“Really?” She watches him walk away from her, his musk still lingering on her skin as he casually makes his way over to the vanity. “Is that why you can’t stop touching me?” She does her best to sound level headed as she challenges him, her body already yearning for his touch. “Your doubts?”

“My attraction to you isn’t in question here.” He states the obvious so matter-of-factly that it takes her by surprise, keeping any rebuttal she may have prepared still in her throat. “Your ability to stand out from the dozens of other European socialites is. And we want him… need him to do more than just touch you.”

“I can’t apologize enough for being an American,” she puts her hands on her hips, still flustered by his flippancy, “But I can do a British accent if you want.”

“No.” He puts a hand up to stop her before letting it fall to his side. “I want you to be as believable as possible.”

“Okay, then I just won’t talk as much.” She takes a deep breath. “That usually works on men of any social class, they all love the sound of their own voice.”

“Is that so?” He scoffs, leaning his back against the vanity. “If you’re so confident in your skills, then why don’t you show me what you plan on doing.”

Her heart nearly stops as it’s beating, its last contraction a loud and heavy thump in her chest as she swallows the lump in her throat. If he wanted her so badly, then why didn’t he just keep touching her? Why didn’t he take the chance to kiss her when his lips were so close to her mouth only moments ago? Why pull away at all? Maybe he is just as manipulative as Sam had warned her about.

“Excuse me?” She checks, her eyebrows nearly disappearing into her hairline as his lips curl into a smirk.

He can’t be serious, can he?

He merely nods with a sound confidence that only the baron of Sokovia could have. “I’d like to see how you’re going to keep his attention. The lives of dozens of people depend on it.”

“Well,” she starts, eager to play his game. They have a few hours to kill before the party starts, and she can’t think of any better way to fill each passing minute than to get his hands back on her body. “I’ll walk by him and… I’ll give him the look.” She’s never really had to think through what she’s done in the past to get a man’s attention. It always just seemed to happen to her without her really trying.

“The look?” He stands up straight, tilting his head to get a better grasp of the idea.

“You know…” she turns to the side and glances at him, lashes batting with feigned desire. “The look.”

“And?”

“And?” She laughs, exacerbated. “And I’ll look away then wait for him to approach me.” She looks up to see an unamused look on his face, his brow furrowed in concentration. “I’ll laugh at his jokes, touch his arm, touch my neck, things like that.”

“And if he doesn’t have any jokes for you to laugh at? What then?” He raises his eyebrows scoldingly, his tone dripping with acid. “Julian isn’t nearly as kind or as generous as I am, and it’s imperative that you distract him tonight. We can’t count solely on the luck you’ve had with men in the past.”

“What makes you think I’ve had any luck in the past?” She decides to commit to the bit wholeheartedly now, wondering what it will take to bring that sensual side of the baron back out to play. She steps toward him in her heels, careful not to make too much noise in them as she corners him against the dresser.

“Women like you usually haven’t had to seduce anyone before.” He inhales as she gets closer, pressing his back against the vanity as the different colored liquids sway to and fro inside their delicate glass bottles.

“Women like me?” She smiles and touches the hem of his waistcoat, a timeless piece he undoubtedly kept in storage from a lifetime ago. “What do you know about women like me?” She slides her fingers up his chest, following the design of his tuxedo to the fastened collar of his dress shirt.

“I know enough.” His words barely blow a few stray strands of hair away from her face, their tone shaking just a little at the end.

“Really?” She stands up even higher on her tiptoes, the bottom of her heels leaving the ground as she smoothes her hand beneath his tuxedo jacket. “You seem so confident in your skills.” She uses his own line against him, whispering her taunt against his ear as she slides her hand up the base of his neck. “But your years behind bars would prove that you’re a little out of practice.” She smiles against his skin as his palms warm her waist.

“One would venture to say that it’s as easy as pedaling a bicycle.” His fingers find the zipper they spent so much time and effort pulling up just moments before, holding it delicately between his thumb and forefinger. “A muscle memory, if you will.” He tugs it slowly down her backside, loosening her bodice along with the straps around her shoulders.

“Well, I’ve always heard that practice makes perfect.” She presses her fingers into his hairline, forcing him to look down at her as she brings her other hand up to mirror its movements. She can smell his cologne even deeper at this proximity, his raging pulse enriching the notes of cedar wood and patchouli into her nostrils as she massages his scalp. It’s different than anything else she’s ever smelled before, a perfect signature scent for a man unlike anyone else she’s ever met before.

She continues to card her fingers through his hair as she gazes upon him, the chestnut hues in his irises making way for expanding pupils as they dart nervously over her features. She can feel his chest as it rises against hers, expanding with each prolonged inhalation as his heart beats wildly inside. He must be just as rapt as she is with the scent he dabbed onto her wrists earlier, a rich floral perfume with a hint of orange that is ‘fit for a queen’, if she remembers his words correctly. She presses her thumbs into his temples before sliding them down his cheeks to hold his face merely millimeters away from her own.

“Don’t you want to be perfect?” She parts her lips and feathers them over his, teasing the idea of a kiss that’s only just out of reach.

“More than anything.” He nods as he takes her in, his body giving him away as his nose gently nudges into hers. He opens his mouth and kisses her, tasting the savory combination of her lips and tongue as he slides his hands up the muscles of her exposed back. He pulls her in close, finally exhaling into her as he lets his guard down for the very first time in over a decade. He wants to relish every inch of her, to memorize how she feels as she trembles against him, but he must stay on track.

“Remove my jacket,” he tells her, smoothing his palms across her neck and shoulders before letting his arms fall to his side.

She nods and presses her hands over his chest, sliding her fingers beneath the thick black fabric of his coat. She takes her time sliding it off of his arms, carefully folding it in half before draping it over the back of the chair next to the bed.

“Now my tie.” His words are cold against the warmth of her cheek as she unfastens his off-white bow tie. “You’re doing well, darling, but I’m going to need you to look up at me with those eyes while you undress me.” He lifts her chin with a curled finger beneath it, holding himself back from tugging on her bottom lip with his thumb. “Let him know how badly you want it.” He tries to circle back to his original plan by taking his own needs and desires out of the situation, but it’s obvious that he’s already dipped his toe into the shoreline of the point of no return.

“Okay.” She finishes pulling his tie out of his collar, the fancy bow now reduced to a single flat piece of cloth as she makes quick work of unbuttoning his vest and shirt between intentional stolen glances.

With his clothes off he’s absolutely beautiful, his broad chest and trim figure nothing how she imagined it would be, but somehow that much more alluring to her. Dark hair scatters its way across his chest, mixing in with a constellation of moles down his belly and into his pants that seem to be growing tighter in between his thighs, proving the effectiveness of her skills.

“Now get out of that dress and onto the bed.” His order ties a knot into her stomach, the authoritative tone of his voice pulling on her muscles as his callous words do more for her libido than she cares to admit. She should probably unpack the origin of that gut reaction when she gets a chance, but there’s a time and place for all of that.

She turns around and unzips the rest of her gown, casually sliding it off her shoulders with ease as she steps out of her heels. She takes a moment to look back at him with her practiced stare, catching him with a hungry look in his eye as she follows his instructions. She only smirks before looking away again, stepping out of the gown and over to the king sized bed in her bare feet. She hears him undress his bottom half on his own, the sound of him undoing his belt buckle and pants zipper echoing loudly in this tiny little bedroom as she climbs up onto the freshly made bed.

She takes her time turning over onto her back, spreading her legs in full display as he finally approaches her, now just as naked as she is. All of the sudden he isn’t this manipulative mastermind who lied, cheated and killed his way to revenge. He isn’t an escaped felon, a criminal or an enemy of the state. He isn’t even a baron, her benefactor, or the one hope to get the information she needs for this mission.

He’s just a man.

She sits up and reaches out to him, wrapping her fingers around his wrist before bringing his hand to her breast. She waits for him to squeeze it before looking up at him just like he’s told her to, letting her eyes fill up with desire as he grows right in front of her face. “Still doubting my skills, Baron?” She chides, opening her mouth to lick his tip.

“No.” He takes a deep breath as she tastes him, slowly taking more of him into her mouth as her perfect lips wrap around his cock. “Not at all.” He runs his other hand through her hair, tucking it behind her ear as she opens the back of her throat to take him in completely. He lets his eyelids fall down as her lips reach his pelvis, tugging on her hair so that her tongue encases his shaft as she sucks her way back up. He guides her back down again, repeating the motion over and over as he nearly gets lost in how good her mouth feels as it glides over his throbbing member. He can’t get over how the warmth of her lips and the sensation of her tongue are far superior than that of his hand slick with spit in the cool recesses of his prison cell.

He also can’t get over the fact that he’s actually here, a conditionally free man who gets to enjoy a woman so utterly gorgeous as she does nearly anything that he asks…. a real, tangible woman. She looks so beautiful like this, eyes wide as she nearly chokes on his girth, saliva dripping down the corners of her mouth. He could finish like this in a matter of minutes if he wanted to, his hand in her hair as she swallows his release; leaving Sam and James none the wiser to their current activities, but he wants something more. He wants to know what she feels like from the inside, how the warmth of her cunt compares to the warmth of her mouth as her features contort with the pleasure he’s so ready to give her.

He pulls her off of him and loosens his grip on her hair, smoothing it out as he memorizes every curve of her face before leaning down to kiss her. He can feel himself walking straight into the depth of his desires, subconsciously crossing that line between motivation and need, between restraint and reckless abandon. At this point he doesn’t care what they’re supposed to be doing or how he’s supposed to be acting, all he can bring himself to care about is how he can taste himself on her lips as he presses his knees into the mattress.

He pushes her onto her back and climbs on top of her, kissing his way up her legs before tasting the moisture between her thighs, savoring the delicacy of her tangy flavor with muffled moans. He feels her fingers weave their way into his hair as she writhes beneath him, groaning as he laps her up until those groans increase in pitch, climbing up the octave scale one note at a time. It’s as if she’s singing her very own aria, telling the story of her pleasure to the centuries-old walls as he greedily dines on her flesh.

He grabs onto her wrists as the twitching of her hips becomes more sporadic, holding them down at her sides as that inner music moves its way through her. It steals her breath, turning that consistent vibrato in her lungs to a stifled staccato as her flavor grows sweeter beneath his tongue. It’s the most divine thing he’s ever heard in his life, each note sticking out in his memory forever as he kisses his way up her pelvis and chest, trying his best not to suck a few bruises into the delicate skin of her neck.

He releases his grip on her wrists, lifting her thighs around his waist as she nods for him to continue, pushing that staccato deep inside of her. He watches her mouth fall open as he stretches her out, leaning down to kiss her lips as he takes his turn adding his own groans to their proper duet. He takes advantage of the freedom of these walls, moaning into her as she envelops him with her velvety warmth, bringing him even closer to the brink.

He grabs onto her jaw as he rocks into her, gradually picking up the pace as their hearts provide the drum beat to their chaotic song of groans and grunts. He can’t help but bury his face in her shoulder to soften his fervor, tasting the salt of her skin as she reaches another octave while he pushes inside at a brand new angle.

“You feel so good,” she barely whispers, crossing her legs behind his back to keep him there. “Oh my God, Zemo!” She wraps her arms around his back in a similar fashion, pulling him in even closer as their steady collection of notes build upon each other, one right after the other with each rhythmic thrust of his hips until they both reach the height of their crescendo.

He cries out against her shoulder as the pleasure washes over him, releasing his bliss inside her walls in irregular spurts as he merges his body with hers, both of them vibrating in rhythm together. He kisses his way up her neck and jawline, still holding her face in his hand as he kisses her lips and cheeks. He pulls back, opening his mouth as if to say something mean or witty, to reinstate the power dynamics of their relationship, but the ecstasy wreaking havoc on his nervous system won’t let that happen. Instead he only kisses her again, soft and gentle as he rests his forehead against hers while he allows himself to forget everything that’s happened except for this very moment. He allows himself another scene of romance after their passionate duet, knowing full well that it can only last as long as it takes for the curtain to fall and the next act to begin.

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myfictionaldreams · 3 years ago

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⁀➷ Steve’s Birthday Wish // Mafia!Stucky x Reader

Summary: It was approaching Steve’s birthday and you had no idea what to get him. Bucky suggests just asking the Mafia boss what he would like, but would you regret your decision when you hear what Steve truly wants.

PART 2: WHEN TWO BECOME THREE

Warnings: 18+ readers only, exhibitionism, voyeurism, dom/sub undertones, sir kink, masturbation, vibrator use, oral sex, multiple orgasms, desk sex, mentions of violence, praise kink, submissive reader, vaginal sex, fingering, creampie, cum shot

Word: 6.5k (oops)

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edited: 8/6/25

“Maybe you could get him a puppy”, Bucky suggested to you, glancing over briefly before turning his eyes back to the road. You huffed in the passenger seat of the car, scrolling furiously through your phone for inspiration.

“He already has three guard dogs; he doesn’t need another one”, you mumbled as you nervously started to bite your thumbnail. It was approaching your boyfriend Steve’s 34th birthday, and you had absolutely no idea what to get him.

What could you possibly get for a Mafia boss that already had everything he could ever desire?

“Thanks for the suggestion, though,” you quickly added, hoping not to come across as rude and dismissive to Steve’s second in command, best friend, and your bodyguard.

Bucky smirked at your response, loving your need to please those around you. “You know he’d be happy if you turned up with just a bow wrapped around you.”

You smiled sheepishly at his idea but returned to your phone for a few moments, wanting to get him something more than what he could have at any time he wanted.

“You still have a few days to decide, Mama. I wouldn’t worry about it now anyway.” Your eyes lifted from your phone to see that you were pulling up to the gate, smiling and waving at the guards as you passed, who only nodded at you both. Bucky parked up and exited the car.

As you reached for your door handle, the car locked. Frowning, you looked up and watched Bucky rush around the car before unlocking it and opening the door, giving you a pointed look as he held his gloved hand out.

“I tell you this every single time I drive you somewhere, wait for me to open your door, you’re taking away all of my gentlemanly duties”.

Blushing, you took his hand and climbed out of the car, “Sorry, Buckaroo, thank you for always being the perfect gentleman.” His hand still grasped yours, but his spare lifted and tilted your chin up to meet his eyes as he stared down at you with a slight smirk on his face.

“I don’t appreciate the sarcasm, Hot Mama,” he released your chin with a glint in his eyes as he saw your cheeks flush. Moving around you, he picked up the bags from the back seat and held his hand out for you to lead the way.

Patiently, you waited in a comfortable silence as the elevator arrived at your level. “You could always ask him, you know”, Bucky's voice snapped you out of your thoughts.

“Ask him what” you replied, both entering the elevator, the doors slid close behind you as Bucky stood in front of you, blocking your view of the door as a precaution, even in a secured building, you never knew who was wandering abo. You always appreciated the extra protection he gave you.

It also gave you something warm to lean on as your forehead rested against his back, not even reaching his shoulder blades, his tall stature towering over you.

“Ask him what he wants for his birthday, saves you the time in searching every website on the internet.”

Considering his words, you removed your head from him, stifling a yawn as you walked down the corridor to Steve’s office.

“I guess it won’t hurt to ask him,” you answered, hearing grunts coming from behind the large double doors that you approached, goosebumps appearing across your arms. Bucky knocked on the door leading to the waiting room, and Sam opened it, spots of blood covering his white shirt and knuckles.

He gave a friendly smile to Bucky and then to you as you poked your head around his arm, waving at the man. “Your girls back, boss,” he shouted behind him, not opening the door too wide to display what was happening. There were shuffling noises behind Sam, and Steve commanded them all to enter.

Stepping into the room, the sight before you would have made your stomach twist and churn, but you’d very quickly become accustomed to it. A man was hunched over, tied to the arms of a chair with zip ties, blood covering his clothes, he made gasping noises beneath the sack that was covering his head, slowly starting to cover in blood as well. You knew Steve had just put that on the man so that he couldn’t look at you. Steve was very passionate about who looked at what was his.

Speaking of Steve, he approached you slowly, wiping his bloodied hands and forearms with a cloth. Usually, you would run and jump into his arms, but with the amount of blood that covered his clothes, you decided against it, biting your lip as you finally looked up at your bulky boyfriend.

Up close, you spotted specks of blood on his cheeks and forehead, so you took the bloodied cloth out of his hands and started to wipe away the specks you noticed.

Steve smiled slightly at you, his hand lifting to pull your lip from between your teeth, your eyes snapping to meet him, smiling shyly up at him as you dropped your hand, but he caught it in his large one. He moved your hand towards his lips, and you released the cloth as he delicately kissed your knuckles. Then, he tugged your hand, drawing you closer so he could capture your lips with his own. He growled lightly as you tried to deepen the kiss, but he moved back, leaning his forehead against yours.

“If we start this game, I don’t think I'll be able to stop.” Squeezing your hand one last time, he stood to his full height, looking over the top of you at Bucky, giving him a quick nod. “For someone that was given a limitless credit card, you sure don’t have a lot of bags with you. I wanted you to treat yourself, Doll”.

Looking back at Bucky, who waited by the doors that led to Steve’s office, holding only two shopping bags of some dresses you had picked out. Looking back up at Steve, who was searching your face, as if he were trying to mesmerise every inch of it, the intensity made your cheeks flush even more.

“There wasn’t much that I liked, that's all”. Momentarily looking away from him, you looked to the body in the chair, who hadn’t moved since you entered, possibly passed out from the blood loss. You asked, “How long until you think you are done?”

“Not that much longer, just have a few more questions for our guest. Why don’t you go and wait there with Bucky, and then I'll take you to that new restaurant a few blocks over?” You responded with a nod, kissing him quickly before moving towards Bucky, briefly looking behind you to see Steve watching your hips as you walked away.

A few hours later you found yourself in a mafia sandwich, being placed in a semi-circular booth at the restaurant, Bucky on your left and Steve to your right, who had showered and changed into a black suit, his gun holster just poking out from beneath his jacket.

You placed your fork onto your plate and pushed it away from you, collapsing back into the cushioned seat, hand on your bloated belly, patting it as you exclaimed, “I’m so stuffed!” Your eyes moved between the two boys who were watching you, both tucking into their second plate of food. “I don’t know how you boys can eat so much food”.

“We’re growing to be big and strong, what can we say?” Bucky responded, stuffing his face with fries as you laughed at him. Your hand moved across under the table and lay over Steve’s thigh, finding comfort in the warmth and muscle beneath.

Steve swapped his fork to the other hand so he could hold your hand under the table, smiling at you as he too stuffed his face with food.

Squeezing his hand, you sat up, glancing briefly at Bucky but then turning to Steve, “I have a question.” He slowed his chewing, looking you up and down, before putting his fork down and giving you his full attention, a look of concentration crossing his beautiful face. “What do you want for your birthday?”

His seriousness left his body, a laugh flowing through him as he brought your hand up from under the table and kissed your palm. “All I want is you for my birthday, baby girl”.

Bucky chuckled beside you, “I told you,” he said in between bites.

Rolling your eyes, you huffed, “You always have me, though. Isn’t there something you really want? A certain watch? Some new shoes? A new knife? Anything at all, what do you want in your deepest fantasies, and I’ll get it for you.”

As soon as you finished your sentence, a dark look appeared across Steve’s features, his pupils expanding as he bit his lip before looking away, coughing and trying to hide his reaction, but you had already seen it. “There’s something you want, isn't there! Just tell me, you know I’d get anything for you.”

He shook his head, taking a sip of his water, contemplating whether to tell you or not. “It’s not something you can buy me.”

You frowned, looking briefly at Bucky, who looked just as confused as you did, not stopping as he shovels food into his mouth, making you smile briefly before looking back at Steve. “What is it that you want, then, if it’s not something I can buy? Was it- Was it the fantasy aspect of it, do you want me to dress up as a maid?”

He chuckled lightly at you. “You’ve already done that for me, but thank you for bringing those memories back to me,” he said, smiling as he took another drink, squeezing your hand that was still on his thigh. Finally putting down his drink, he leaned against the table, looking at you directly once more. “It’s not anything you can wear or roleplay, it’s more a fantasy of mine, something I want you to do.”

Now you were even more confused, you’d done just about everything with Steve, what else could he fantasize about? “If it’s what you want for your birthday, I’ll do it.”

Steve leaned on his fist, he looked at you with a smile, and pride shone in his eyes. “You’d do that for me? So easily? Without even asking what it is I desire?”

“I trust you. If it’s something you want, then I want it too.” Your heart started to beat a little harder, trying not to show him any fear as you internally panicked about what the hell you had agreed to. Nodding his head, Steve stood and exited the booth, holding his hand out for you to take, dropping a stack of cash onto the table.

“Dude, I haven’t even finished my food yet,” Bucky grumbled but stood as well, holding your bag and coat as he moved to open the doors for you two, quickly checking around for any signs of danger.

The car journey home was quiet. Bucky drove you both as you sat in the back, holding Steve’s hand on your lap, jumping, however, when Steve’s breath hit your cheeks as he leaned closer to you.

“I can practically hear your thoughts going into overdrive. I’m not going to do anything you don’t want to, Baby.” Nodding, you smiled up at him, accepting the quick kiss to your lips before turning to look out of the window again, heart still pounding in your chest.

Arriving home, the gates closing behind your car, Bucky opened the door for you and Steve to jump out, and then opened the front door for you both. Immediately, you took off your heels. Steve held your hand and pulled you through the house, signalling for Bucky to follow. You all moved into his office, which was a lot more homely than the one you had been in earlier that day.

The floor was covered in a soft, warm carpet. At the far end of the room, a large oak desk stood, a black desk chair behind it, and two dark blue seats in front. Pictures of the two of you covered the walls and his desk; he said it was to make up for the fact that he couldn’t have pictures of you at work due to safety reasons. Gesturing for you both to take a seat, you and Bucky individually sat on one of the blue chairs whilst Steve sat in the main one.

He didn’t say anything at first; he just started to clear his desk of the pictures and ornaments that you had brought him over the last few years, and he seemed to be taking his time as he did so, which only made you squirm more in your seat. Feeling eyes on you as you readjusted yourself on the seat for the fifth time, you spotted Bucky looking at you with raised eyebrows, giving you a small smile that did little to alleviate your anxieties. In truth, Bucky was just as intrigued to know what Steve had planned.

He’d watch you both fuck probably hundreds of times, doing a whole manner of different things, Steve even having Bucky hold you multiple times as he plowed into you in all angles, so what could he want now?

After what felt like an eternity, Steve moved the last of the objects off of his desk and into one of his drawers, and you watched as he took off his jacket, throwing it over the back of his chair, and then stopped, looking at you directly, as he rolled up his sleeves.

Smirking, he knew how intimidating he was being, not meaning to put you on edge, but loving the power play he was doing, the control he had over you. Not taking his eyes off of you, he reached into his top desk drawer and pulled out a black box that was a few inches wide. He placed it in front of him and took the lid off, lifting out the object to show you.

Your shoulders dropped in relief as a shy smile filled your face. “A vibrator? Your fantasy is, I’m guessing, for me to get myself off? But you’ve seen me do that so many times, it’s nothing new.” Steve looked at you while he held the small rose-gold bullet vibrator between his fingers.

“And I will watch you do it a thousand times more and find it just as beautiful as the first, but no baby girl, that’s not it.” This man was driving you crazy, what the hell could he want desperately with a vibrator then if it isn’t to get yourself off.

A few seconds passed as the anxious feeling started to fill your stomach once more, as Steve didn’t take his eyes off of you, but his hand, the one holding the vibrator, moved towards Bucky. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Bucky sit upright.

“What?” Bucky questioned. “Listen, boss, I’m up for a lot of things, you know that, but I don’t want that thing in me.” You would have usually laughed at Bucky, but you knew, deep down, that wasn’t what Steve wanted either, but Bucky carried on ranting, “I’m sure it feels nice and all, but I really don’t want that in me-”

“On her.” Steve cut him off.

“What?” Bucky’s voice was quieter now, starting to feel nervous himself.

Steve turned his eyes away from you, looking at his childhood friend. “I want you, Bucky, to use this”, he held up the vibrator more, “on her”.

No one said anything as Steve sat calmly, watching the two people he loved most in the world process his words.

“You want me to get your girl off?” Bucky asked, making sure he heard Steve right.

“Yes”, Steve coolly answered.

Bucky looked away, moving forward on his chair so he was sitting on the edge. “Listen, man, if you want to kill me, just do it already, I know what you’re like with her.”

He nodded his head towards you, and your heart nearly stopped altogether when he said those words, but you understood why he said them. Steve had murdered multiple people for just looking at you, let alone if they ever laid a hand on you, so for Steve to ask Bucky this left you feeling bewildered, having never been touched like that by another man before, other than Steve.

“I don’t want to kill you, Buck. Why do you think I’ve never asked you this before? I know my reputation when it comes to my girl, but it’s not just as simple as you getting her off, let me explain.”

He sat back, relaxing in his chair as he looked at you both. “I want you Bucky to follow my directions, every move you make will be from my words, the ultimate power of being able to sit back and watch her being made to cum over and over without me even touching her. It’s also something I’ve wanted for a while, and there’s no one I trust more than you to do this, Bucky, and I know she trusts you too.”

He nodded in your direction, waiting for Bucky to make a response.

It took a few minutes, and Bucky looked conflicted, eyes glancing between you and Steve before collapsing back.

“If this is what you truly want, you know I’d do anything for you, man, as long as she’s willing to.” Both boys looked at you now, but you were staring at the floor, looking as if you might cry.

Steve’s chair shuffled back as he stood, walking around the desk and squatting down in front of you, placing his hand under your chin so you were looking at him. “You don’t have to do this, just say the word and we’ll all walk out of this office and never speak about it again.”

Shaking your head, trying to hold back the tears from falling, you whispered, “It’s not that, it’ll just feel like I’m cheating on you. I’ve never had a threesome before, but it wouldn’t even feel like that, I mean, at least everyone’s involved with that, but this? What if you regret this later and you hate us?”

A tear slid down your cheek, but Steve was quick to wipe it away.

“I promise you I would never come to regret this, there’s nothing in this world that could make me hate either of you, and as I said, there’s no one I trust more than you both. And another thing Doll, you don’t know the number of times I’ve fantasised about this, about you lying on my desk, him standing over you, watching you cum from his actions, I’m getting hard just thinking about it now”.

You couldn’t help but drop your eyes down to his crotch, seeing the slight tent in his pants. “Told you”, he smirked at you, leaning forward to pull you into a kiss, his tongue slipping between your lips and moaning when you licked his back. He broke the kiss, thumb still swiping across your cheeks, he asked, “What do you say?”

Breaking eye contact with your boyfriend, you looked towards Bucky, your best friend, bodyguard, and your sweet Buckaroo; his smile calmed you slightly. There wasn’t anyone you trusted more than the two men in the room; you knew there was nothing that Bucky would do to hurt you, and the same went for Steve. If this were what he wanted, then you would like it too. And it wasn’t like Bucky wasn’t attractive; he was beautiful, in fact. He always made you feel as safe and protected as Steve did. So, after taking a deep breath, you nodded.

“You need to use your words for me,” Steve said. You turned back towards him.

“Yes, I’ll do this.” Steve’s shoulders seemed to drop as he kissed you passionately as he stood up, leaving you in the seat. He moved back toward his seat, making himself comfortable as both you and Bucky waited with bated breath for his instructions.

“If either of you wants to stop at any time, then speak up or use the traffic light system like we usually do.” You nodded, taking a deep breath, squaring your shoulders back, and looking at Steve, who smiled as he watched you become a little bit more confident. “Stand up, Doll, take off that pretty dress, and you know what to do with your panties”.

You stood, trying to hide the wobble in your legs from your nerves, and moved to stand in front of Steve, the desk in the way, as you held eye contact with him. The zip for your dress was down the front, so it was easy to reach as you pulled it down slowly, Steve watching your fingers as they slipped lower. Pulling each sleeve down your arms, the cool air brushed over your bare shoulders, arms, stomach, and legs as you stepped out of it, throwing it off to the side.

Reaching up behind you, you unhooked your bra, sliding it down your arms and throwing it aside with your dress. Your nipples were peaked, from adrenaline and the cool air, they bobbed up and down on your chest as you moved. Finally, your fingers hooked into your lace panties, pulling them down your hips, thighs and then stepping out of them, you walked around the desk and put them into Steve’s pocket. You stood in front of him, watching as his eyes travelled up and down your body, but then he nodded his head to the side of your desk.

“Lie down on your back, legs hanging off the edge.”

You moved following his instructions, sitting at the edge of the oak desk, having to hop up to get on top and lying down lengthways, the surface cold underneath you, your feet dangling down the side of the desk. Turning your head to the left and looking at Steve, who leaned forward, kissing your forehead, stroking your hair with one hand and with the other, held it over your chest, holding the vibrator over Bucky.

You didn’t take your eyes off Steve as you heard Bucky stand, taking off his suit jacket, his leather gloves, and rolling up his sleeves. He then took the vibrator from Steve’s hand. Steve stood and walked so he was behind your head at the other edge of the table, both hands on either side of your head as he leaned on the desk, only looking into your eyes.

“Stand between her legs.”

You felt Bucky’s warm body between your legs, his hips slotting between your thighs. Your heartbeat started to pick up as you tried not to move around too much on the desk, a weird sensation of feeling like it should be Steve between your legs, but instead, he was leaning over you.

“Wrap her legs around your waist, softly stroke her body, you know her favourite spots.” As Bucky’s hands gripped your calves, his metal hand cold to the touch, he pulled them around his hips and you locked your ankles together, trying not to think about your cunt being close enough to Bucky’s groin that you could feel his heat fanning against your moisture.

Your cheeks flushed even more when you realised how wet you already were, hoping the boys wouldn’t notice how easily you were starting to relax into this new scenario.

You couldn’t dwell on this thought for long, however, as Bucky’s fleshed hand started to skim up your leg, and goosebumps instantly flushed over your limbs. Higher and higher it inched, down the outside of your thighs and then to your hip but just like he had seen Steve do on multiple occasions, he lightly slide his fingers down the inside of your hips, following the bone, right over the ticklish spot that left you shivering, breathing coming in quick bursts.

“Now, turn on the vibrator, and place it just above her clit.” The sound of quiet vibrations had you clenching your ankles tighter together.

You and Steve still held eye contact as he trapped your head between his arms, his breath fanning across your face as the vibrator made contact with you. A small whine left your lips as the powerful vibrations travelled down your mound and over your lips, but not directly over the bundle of nerves, but still enough to have you squirming at the feeling.

“Flick it over her clit lightly”. Your eyes glazed over slightly, as Bucky started to swipe the vibrator over your clit, the hints of pleasure building slowly, he wasn’t applying enough pressure for it to be overwhelming but it still left you trying to move your hips to feel more, gasps leaving your lips. “How wet is she?”

“Soaking, my slacks are already damp”, you tried to hide your face in Steve's wrist, embarrassed that Bucky didn’t even need to feel your cunt to see how wet you were, he could feel it through his slacks and boxers.

Steve’s wrist that you tried to hide in, tilted your cheek so you were once again looking up at your upside-down boyfriend, who was smiling down at you. “Don’t be embarrassed, it’s like music to my ears hearing you wet, means you’re enjoying it just as much as I am”.

Your breaths were becoming heavier now as Steve didn’t break his intense stare with you, pleasure becoming stronger in your belly. “Are you going to be a good girl for Bucky?”

“Yes, sir”, you answered quickly before moaning as the vibrations were starting to drive you mad, needing more.

“Good girl, you heard her, Bucky. I think it’s about time we stop teasing her. With your metal hand, tease her nipples, make sure they are nice and puffy, and press hard with the vibrator, directly over her clit.”

Bucky’s cold fingers hit your first, the metal circling your erect peaks, the sensation sending more shivers through you before he pinched it, tugging upwards until it slipped out of his grasp and as that sensation gave you the sharpest pain, just before slipping from his fingers, he pressed in hard with the vibrator onto the most sensitive area of nerves.

He repeated the movements with the other nipple, twisting and pulling it and holding the vibrator still in place. The noises that came from you were nearly animalistic due to the overstimulation. Back arching off the desk, your hands moved quickly and grabbed Steve’s arms, nails digging in as you felt the coil of pleasure taking over until you couldn’t hold it anymore.

“Please! Please sir let me cum!” Steve only chuckled above you, leaning down closer so you could smell the aftershave on his neck.

“When you cum, I want you to scream my name, do you understand?” you nodded quickly, legs trembling around Bucky as you held back the orgasm that was on the very edge of spilling over. “That’s it then baby, cum for me.”

“Steve! Fuck!” your eyes rolled to the back of your head, clenched your thighs hard as your entire back left the desk, arching into the air as you screamed out your orgasm, cunt clenching hard around nothing as you continued to leak fluid over Bucky.

The nipple play and vibrator stopped as you came down from your intense orgasm; the only sounds filling the room were your heavy breathing as you relaxed your thighs so you weren’t suffocating Bucky anymore.

“Such a good girl, my good girl,” Steve praised you as you kissed his wrist. Steve's stare moved from you to Bucky, “I think it’s about time you finally tasted how sweet she is”.

You opened your eyes and looked up at Steve, who was now looking down at you with a devilish smile plastered across his face. Leaning down, he kissed your forehead and then moved forward to kiss your lips, his beard giving a weird sensation of being upside down. “I’m going to go and sit to watch this, but I want you to keep looking at me.”

His arms left the desk as he moved back to the seat next to you, as he spoke he started to unzip his trousers, pulling out his hard cock. “Lift her leg so her knees touch her chest.” Bucky did as instructed and unhooked your legs from around him and pushed them up to your chest so your centre was now laid out bare for him. ”Start slow, lick all of her juices from bottom to top.”

Bucky shifted below you as he bent down, and you had to try with all your might to keep your eyes on Steve. The second Bucky’s tongue connected with your hole. You wanted to look down at him, but you held Steve’s eye contact as you mewled at the feeling of his tongue travelling slowly over every inch of you. He felt remarkably similar to Steve; you knew he was copying his directions and had seen you being eaten out before, but it really did feel like Steve, even the same rough feeling from his facial hair. However, the only distinguishing features were Bucky’s metal hand gripping your thigh in place. As Bucky’s tongue delved deep into your cavern, you noticed his tongue was longer than Steve's.

“Hold her legs back with one hand and with the other, start circling her clit, make sure you keep your tongue inside of her”.

His cold arm leaned against both thighs, acting as a barrier as his flesh hand came down to slowly circle over your clit, the stimulation driving you crazy as his tongue flicked around inside of you.

As he continued this motion, you watched Steve who was watching you both with hungry eyes, moving his hand up and down his cock as he watched his best friend eat out his girlfriend. Pleasure started building again, feeling your body begin to clench as Bucky kept going.

“Swap your fingers and tongue, make sure you suck on her clit, and then lick it afterward and really take your time to curl your fingers.”

You felt empty for a minute as Bucky’s tongue and hand left your cunt but a second later he was sucking your clit between his teeth and two of his fingers plunged into you, curling to hit that beautiful spongy spot within.

You couldn’t stop it even if you wanted to as your hand shot out and grabbed onto his shoulder-length hair, keeping him in place on your clit. If you’d looked down, you would have seen Bucky looking up at you with hungry eyes. Steve’s name spilt from your lips as you praised him, but at the back of your mind, you were half tempted to scream Bucky’s.

The man giving you all this pleasure released your clit and flattened his tongue against it, soothing it as his fingers continued to curl inside of you, making you clench with each movement.

“Sir, please!” Your words came out incoherently as you couldn’t catch your breath, as your orgasm was already taking over you. You didn’t even hear Steve say you could cum as your whole world came to a blur of pleasure as entire body clenched, eyes rolling back once more as you held onto Bucky’s hair for dear life.

As the wave of pleasure left you, Bucky stopped his actions, removing his fingers from your entrance, and your hands fell onto the desk, both of your legs hanging off the edge of the desk.

“Fuck her”.

Your head swerved towards Bucky, both of your eyes connecting as you both tried to comprehend what Steve had just ordered. Bucky broke eye contact first, looking towards Steve who was still fisting his cock, a light sheen of sweat on his cheeks as he watched you both.

“Shit Bucky, I’m not going to kill you so please just hurry up and fuck her, kiss her, do what you want with her, just do it.” You’d never seen Steve so worked up as he lightly thrust up into his hand. The brown-haired man looked back at you, he looked unsure but the way his clothes cock was rubbing against your inner thigh, you knew he wanted this just as much as you did so you nodded your head at him, using your arms to sit upon the desk.

Bucky lifted one hand to your cheek, moving your hair behind your ear, glancing quickly at Steve, making sure he was still enjoying himself before whispering to you, “I’ll look after you, don’t worry, sweet mama”, and he kissed you.

Passionately.

He held the back of your head softly as the other hand moved to your hip, pulling you closer to the edge of the desk, and instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist again. His tongue entered your mouth, and you tasted yourself from him, but something that was uniquely his, and it made you moan as you both played with each other's tongues, his hands holding you close and still.

Leaning forward, you moved your hands to undo the buttons on his shirt, but your fingers were shaking slightly. Hence, it took a few attempts to undo them all and shove the fabric off his shoulders, exposing his well-defined abs. You ran your fingers down them until you reached the edge of his waistband, but stopped, pulling back and breaking the kiss.

You’d been moving so fast, you had stopped thinking about Steve, so quickly glancing at him, you saw the pure lust that was raging from his blue eyes, his mouth open as his hand moved up and down his cock with such fast momentum, it was starting to blur, guess he was enjoying this.

Eyes moving back to Bucky, you looked up at him. You gave him the eyes that you knew drove Steve crazy, tilting your chin down, opening your eyes wide, your bite your lip as your reached for his waistband again, Bucky moaning as he watched you, undoing his belt, unzipping him and pushing the fabric down over his hips, your fingers grazing over his firm arse until finally his cock sprung free. You couldn’t stop your eyes from looking anywhere else.

Steve was a well-endowed man but so was Bucky, there had to be something in this mafia water because wow, Bucky’s cock was just as thick and long, his veins bulging and the tip red and leaking drops of precum that fell down his shaft.

You gripped his member, sliding your fist over the tip, collecting the precum before smearing it over him, enjoying the way his hips thrust lightly into your hand. You moved it up and down his length, applying pressure as you came back up.

Bucky leaned down and kissed you again, his tongue grazing your bottom lip as he removed your hand from his shaft, moving them to his shoulders which you gripped onto as he held the base, angling his cock until it was lined up with your entrance.

Both of you pulled back at the same time from your kiss and looked into each other's eyes as he finally started to enter you, your mouth opening as he stretched you out, your legs automatically clenching around his hips, pulling him closer until he was fully inside of you, both moaning deeply at the feeling.

You felt so full with him inside of you as you both continued to hold eye contact as Steve’s moans graced your ears. Adrenaline rushed around your veins as you really absorbed the situation, you were fucking your boyfriend's best friend, Bucky Barnes was inside of you, and fuck, it felt so good.

He pulled out slowly, your walls clinging to him before he pushed back inside of you. Leaning down, his mouth connected with your neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses, biting lightly over your pulse point as he slowly started to increase his pace, his hand on your hip holding you in place as he fucked into you. Your head fell back, moaning loudly as he hit your favourite spot with each stroke.

Steve’s voice made both of your heads snap to look at him as he rushed to say, “Baby, say his name, tell him how good he’s making you feel, it’s not me anymore, it's all Bucky.” He looked like he was on the verge of cumming as his eyes rolled back.

Bucky pulled out of entirely, tugging your hips until you were off of the desk, your legs feeling weak but he held you up, turning you on the spot and pushing you over the desk, the very tips of your toes reaching the floor as your sensitive nipples brushed the cool surface of the desk. Not wasting another second, Bucky pushed inside of you quickly, and you screamed his name out in ecstasy, which made Steve moan even louder.

The thrusts hit you quickly, his tight balls slamming into your clit with each movement, your hip bones rutting into the table as Bucky’s handheld your hip in place as the other moved up your spin and held onto the back of your neck, helping to tug you down to meet his slapping hips.

You didn’t know how much longer you could last as you looked at Steve next to you who was in complete bliss watching you two and hearing Bucky’s grunts from behind you was enough for you to scream out “please can I cum Bucky, please Bucky sir, I want to cum on you cock”.

The hand on the back of your neck gripped your hair and tugged it backward and using your arms as momentum, you were now standing next to the desk, head bent backward, Bucky’s hand now resting on the front of your neck as he kissed your cheek, grunting with each thrust, your legs wobbling uncontrollably, eyes rolling back as each thrust was hitting every single nerve ending perfectly.

“Cum for me sweetheart, that’s it, fuck you feel so good.” Your breath caught in your throat as your whole body spasmed, knees locking together as Bucky held you up, also filling you with his hot seed as you viciously clenched your cunt around him.

You hardly stayed conscious as you heard Steve shout as he came all over the desk, his liquid squirting out in long white streams. Bucky shifted you both until you were sitting in one of the dark blue chairs again, and you cuddled onto his chest, feeling tiredness start to set in from the evening's activities. Opening an eye, you looked up at Bucky, who was stroking your back slowly, smiling at you, and then both of you glanced up at Steve, who had a huge shit-eating grin on his face.

“That was fucking beautiful”. You blushed at him, holding onto Bucky tighter. “Wait until I tell you about my threesome fantasy.”

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hintsofhoney · 4 years ago

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Sin

Paring(s): Demon!Dean Winchester x Castiel

Summary: Cas just can't say no to demon Dean...

Square(s) Filled: Sub!Cas for @spnkinkbingo

Tags: 18+, rough sex, oral every which way, light bondage, dom/sub undertones, dirty talk

Word Count: 1.9k

A/N: Emma put this idea in my head, so blame or thank her. Huge shout out to @treat-winchesterswith-kindness, @deangirl93, and @ejlovespie for beta-ing and cheering me on - I love you guys! GIF is mine. Hope you guys enjoy!

You can also read me on Ao3!

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Cas sighed as he made his way to Dean’s room. Or, rather, Dean’s old room ever since he woke up with black eyes and decided to abandon Sam and Cas in the bunker to go God knows where with Crowley. It was routine for Cas these days – sitting in Dean’s room for a bit, wondering when he’d come back, looking through his cassette tapes, missing him. It was keeping Cas sane. It was a very human thing to do – to miss someone. To worry about them. But Dean made Cas as close to human as an angel could possibly get – not that Dean knew that. Or would ever know, for that matter.

“Hi, angel,” came a familiar deep voice as Cas opened the door and stepped through the threshold, causing Cas to jump. He looked up to see Dean laying on his bed, his back against the headboard and his legs stretched out in front of him, crossed at the ankles.

“Dean. You’re back,” he stated, trying to gauge whether this was normal Dean or demon Dean that he was talking to. Or was demon Dean the new normal now?

“Hm, not quite,” Dean smiled, his eyes flickering to black before they flickered back to Cas's favorite shade of green.

“Oh, right. What – what are you doing here?”

Dean chuckled darkly. “Take a seat, Cas. Don’t be shy. I won’t bite.”

Cas walked over to the chair that was tucked underneath Dean’s desk and slowly took a seat. “What are you doing here?” he repeated.

Dean took a breath before a devilish grin spread across his lips. “You.”

The angel tilted his head in confusion.

“You asked me what I’m doing here. You. I’m going to do you.”

Cas was silent as he processed what he had said. “This – you – Dean doesn’t want that. I won’t let you.”

“Ha! That’s cute. And Cas, I am Dean now. And I’ve wanted you for a long time. Even before, when I was human, my mind was all, ��Cas, Cas, Cas’. But I’d never let myself act on it,” he smirked, getting up from the bed and making his way over to where Cas was sitting. “Not outside of my head, anyway. But now,” he continued, standing in front of Cas and leaning over, his hands resting on the arms of the chair as he caged Cas in, bringing his face to the angel’s level, “Now I got no inhibitions, baby.”

Cas gulped. “Why – why now? You’ve been gone for months.”

“So I went a few places, tried a few things… sue me. I’m here now. Wanted to see if I could bag an angel. C’mon, Cas. I know you got it bad for me, don’t you?”

Cas shook his head. “You’re not Dean.”

“I am though, sweetheart,” he replied with a smile, standing up and spinning around as if he was showing off a new outfit. “C’mon, what d'you say? I mean, I am just asking as a courtesy – because you’ll be on your knees in about thirty seconds either way.”

Cas shifted in his seat as he tried to hide the hard-on that was forming beneath his slacks. He wanted to – he wanted to so badly. But, would it be wrong? To say yes? To take advantage of Dean in this state? It didn’t really seem like he had much of a choice, did it? He might as well enjoy it, right?

“And… three, two, one,” Dean counted, looking down at Cas as he started to unbuckle his belt. Cas gulped. “You gonna suck my cock willingly or do I have to make you do it?” Dean hissed, his patience completely gone.

Cas's breath hitched as something in him brought him out of the chair and on to the floor, his knees hitting the concrete as his head came level with Dean’s crotch.

Dean smirked as he placed his hand in Cas's hair, tugging back slightly on the short strands, forcing those blue eyes to look up at him. “That’s what I thought. God, you look even prettier at this angle.” he smiled wickedly as he used his free hand to unzip his pants, letting them fall to the floor. “Look at that, Cas. Look at what you do to me, even now. Fuck, you’re pretty. Put your mouth – yeah, there you go,” Dean groaned as Cas mouthed his cock over his boxer-briefs. “Jesus, Cas.”

Hearing his name come out of Dean’s mouth like that – it unleashed something inside him. Cas's hands traveled to the waistband of Dean’s briefs, hooking his fingers over them and pulling down in one swift motion. He watched as the demon’s cock sprung free, his own cock testing the limits of his slacks. Grabbing Dean’s shaft in one hand, he brought his lips to the tip, slowly licking the precum leaking from his slit. He watched as Dean threw his head back, his grip in Cas's hair tightening as the angel took him all the way in his mouth.

“Good, just like that, baby. Fuck,” he breathed, feeling the tip of his cock hit the back of Cas’s throat. Cas began bobbing his head, twisting and pulling what he couldn’t fit in his mouth with his hand, listening to the moans and gasps falling from Dean’s lips. “God, you’re good at that,” he praised, encouraging the angel to keep going. A few more seconds passed before he pulled Cas up by the grip he had in his hair, forcing him to stand up. He gripped underneath Cas’s chin, his thumb and fingers digging crescent moons into his cheeks. “Where’d you learn to suck cock like that, hm?” he asked through gritted teeth, walking Cas into the wall behind him.

The angel winced as his back hit the wall, unsure of how to answer Dean’s question. “I…”

“You what?”

“I learned from the videos on your computer. The, um, porn.”

Dean’s eyebrows raised in surprise, an impressed expression appearing on his face. “You watch those for me? So you’d know what I like if you ever got the chance one day? Hm?” he husked, leaning close to Cas’s ear.

The angel gulped. “Y-yes, Dean,” he nodded, closing his eyes as he felt the demon’s breath against his earlobe.

“Wow, you got it bad for me, don’t you?”

Cas nodded again, unable to answer verbally as Dean’s lips met with his neck, sending chills down his spine. At the same time, his fingers got to working on Cas’s belt buckle, pulling the leather strap through the loops in record time before unzipping his pants and letting them fall to the ground. Glancing down, Dean smirked at the bulge in the angel’s briefs before shedding him of the rest of his clothes – the trenchcoat, the suit jacket, the white button up, and the tie. Keeping the tie in his hand, he crashed his lips into Cas’s, turning him around and leading him towards the bed. The backs of Cas’s knees hit the foot of the bed, forcing him to sit down, reluctantly breaking the heated kiss. He looked up at the green-eyed man in front of him, wondering what he was going to do next.

“Open your mouth,” he instructed, to which Cas obeyed. Dean could have told him to do absolutely anything at this point and he would do it without question. Dean took the tie that was still in his hands and placed the center of it in Cas’s mouth, tying the ends of it behind his head, before dropping to his knees in front of the angel. Cas’s eyes grew wide as he watched him tug at his briefs, pulling them off of his legs and tossing them behind his shoulder, Cas’s cock springing free. His green eyes met with Cas’s blue ones before he smirked. “Stay quiet, sweetheart. Would hate for anyone to walk in and find us like this,” he husked, winking and taking all of Cas into his mouth. The angel threw his head back in ecstasy as Dean took Cas into the back of his throat. He had only ever imagined this; he never thought it would actually be happening. His hands came to tug at Dean’s short strands as he continued his ministrations, spit dripping down Cas’s shaft and to his hole. The angel held back a gasp as Dean circled his finger around his rim, spreading his spit around before slowly working Cas open. “Fuck, you’re tight,” he smirked, looking up at him as he continued tugging on Cas’s shaft. “Turn over,” he instructed, briefly pulling his hands away and allowing him to do as he was told. Cas obeyed, turning over on the bed and scooting up a little, so he was fully on the mattress. Dean positioned himself behind him, grabbing his hips and pulling him up by them so his ass was in the air. “C’mere,” he growled, before spreading Cas’s cheeks and dragging his tongue along the rim of his hole. The angel gripped the sheets beside him, trying desperately to hold back the moans of pleasure that were threatening to escape him.

It wasn’t long before he felt a finger enter him, then another, and before he knew it, he had been worked open enough to where Dean could enter him with ease – and Cas had never wanted anything more in his life. Biting into the silk fabric in his mouth, he breathed in sharply when he felt the tip of Dean's cock at his entrance. Entering him slowly, Dean threw his head back in pleasure as he felt the angel's hole wrap around him. “Fuck,” he breathed, begining to thrust slowly and steadily. He leaned over Cas, caging him underneath him so he could whisper in his ear. “You wanna know what Dean’s thinkin’ right now?” he asked, wrapping one of his strong arms around Cas’s waist as he thrusted in deeper. Cas nodded. “He’s hopin’ that if he’s ever human again, he’ll remember this. ‘Cause he’s been wanting to feel you for a long fuckin’ time.”

Cas whimpered at the demon’s words. He wanted them to be true, but he was smarter than that. He wasn’t going to trust a demon. But he’d find out either way, once they cured him. Dean picked up the pace, ramming into him harder and faster, hitting the right spot with every thrust. Cas was close; he could feel it. He could feel Dean’s cock twitch inside him, too.

“You gonna cum? You gonna cum just from me fuckin’ you?” Dean panted through thrusts.

Those words were all Cas needed to hear before his seed shot out all over the sheets and he was moaning through his makeshift gag.

“Oh, there we go. Fuck, that’s a good boy,” Dean praised, delivering his final thrusts before Cas felt his hole fill with Dean’s seed. “Fuuuck,” he moaned, giving Cas everything he had to offer before collapsing on top of him. He slowly rolled himself off of him, a whimper coming from Cas as he pulled out, his cum dripping out of Cas’s hole. “You look so fuckin’ pretty like that,” Dean commented, taking a good look at the angel’s ass before getting up from the bed and finding his discarded pants on the floor, putting them back on. “If you ever want to do that again sometime… I’ll be around,” he smirked, and with that, he was out the door before Cas could even turn his head to say goodbye.

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that-damn-girl · 4 years ago

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(6) Daze of Pollen

(Work in Progress - 6 of 8; slow updates)

Chapter 5

Daze of Pollen Masterlist

Pairing: (cis)fem!Reader x Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers x Sam Wilson

Words: 2600+

Warnings: Smut. 18+ only please. Sex pollen. M/M smut. Kinda dirty talk. Slight dom/sub undertones. Kinda authority kink. Threesome. Oral sex. First time anal. Unprotected sex (This is only fiction. Please stay safe irl). Rough sex. Slight Choking.

Summary: Bucky, Steve, Sam and you are in the safe house post mission when a retrieved Hydra device activates, releasing a kind of pollen you don’t know of, but the effects of which are soon discovered.

A/N: Sam is the star of the show! Hope you like this part!

As you glanced around the room, you found Sam sitting on the loveseat by the bed. Hard and heavy, his cock rested in his hold. He seemed to have an open-mouthed, fixed gaze on you and the two men as he pumped himself rather vigorously. A hint of frustration was evident behind his normally calm eyes. He wanted to throw himself off the edge and experience the same high you had only moments ago. But he couldn’t. Not by himself at least.

You remembered Bucky’s words. No matter what you did, the pollen would raise a desire in you so merciless that it could only be quelled by another’s touch. Anyone and everyone was helpless against it.

Guilt rose in you pretty quick after that realisation. You hadn’t meant to forget about Sam, or leave him to fend for himself. You were simply so lost in the two super soldiers and the wave of euphoria they brought, you forgot about everything else.

Now that your mind was relatively clear of that lust-crazed daze, you were determined to make Sam feel good. To show him how sorry you were. To take him out of his misery like he had done with you.

Untangling yourself from the two super soldiers, you walked the short distance towards Sam and sat in between his open legs. Your palms glided over those thick thighs slowly. You tried your best to look sensual and sexy as you made eye contact with him. You uncurled his fingers from around his shaft and replaced them with your own. You started jerking him off slowly.

Sam’s breathing quickened as he let out a groan. The rise and fall of his chest glistening with a fine layer of sweat was utterly sexy from the angle you were at.

Maintaining steady eye contact, you leaned over to take him in your mouth. You wrapped your lips around his tip before slowly going down. The moan he let out was a melody to your ears. It only encouraged you to take him deeper in your mouth.

Your tongue slid over the subtly protruding veins on his member. His head leaned as his eyes closed shut in ecstasy. You realized you quite liked eliciting such reactions from him. With a glimmer in your eyes, you proceeded to play with his delicious shaft, bringing him all the pleasure he deserved.

Already taut after having played with himself earlier, Sam couldn’t have possibly held on any longer even if he had tried. Plus maintaining eyes contact with him like you did, all confident and sexy, it was such a fucking turn on that it only drove him nearer to the edge.A few more bobs of your head, you tongue all slick and moist running down his shaft, and well, he was only a man.

He came with breathy moans of your name alongside God. His hand traveled to the back of your head on their own accord. His hips bucked up as he tried to keep you in place, riding out his much needed orgasm. You swallowed his seed like a dutiful girl. Rubbing your thighs together, you enjoyed watching this handsome man ride the high.

When he came down the high, he didn’t waste any time in picking you up in his strong arms and throwing you on the bed. Your back bounced from the sudden impact, and you braced yourself for him. Getting on the bed with his knees, Sam prowled towards you with a wild cardinal fire behind his eyes.

However before his body could fully cover yours, he was suddenly pulled back.

In an instant Sam's back was firmly pressed against Steve's chest. Steve had his face hurried in the hollow of his neck with his broad fingers loosely curled around Sam's neck. Kissing the smooth skin and running his nose along the side of his head, Steve whispered in Sam's ear, "Where do you think you're going, handsome?"

Steve nipped and sucked that sensitive spot on his neck. His free hand slowly slithered down Sam's impressive chest until his fingers curled around his enraged cock. Lazy strokes followed soon after. Sam couldn't hold in a loud moan.

You could’ve cummed just at the sight.

It all looked so sensual, you felt even more turned on by it. You couldn't shake your gaze from the mesmerising view in front of you. Of their own accord, your fingers found their way to your heat as you laid back and pleasured yourself.

When Steve found your form in such a lewd pose, your fingers working hard to provide some relief from the building sexual tension, he smirked.

"Now don't be selfish, sweetheart," Steve chastised. His fingers pumped Sam a little faster. "Don't you want to give our pretty boy another orgasm or two? Have him experience the same high as we did, hmm?"

You hummed. You'd be more than happy to see that blissful expression on Sam's face after a couple of orgasms.

"Then come on, suck him again like the good girl you are." Steve ordered.

You didn't waste another in crawling over to the edge of the bed and sitting in front of Sam's cock. When you took nearly half of him in your mouth though, Steve tsked. "Just the tip, baby. The rest is for me."

You were about to argue, but Steve sternly repeated. "Just the tip." You might have argued, but something in his voice, in the way he said it, it made you want to comply instantly. And that's what you did.

Your lips were wrapped around his head, sucking gently. Your tongue coyly licked and lapped at the tip, giving special attention to it.

Steve's fingers took care of the rest of his length. They slid up and down Sam's shaft at a steady pace. Steve made sure to twist his first to make it more pleasurable for his friend.

Boy, was Sam getting pleasured by the humble treatment.

What was there not to like about it? The heat of your mouth had enveloped though only a little, but the most sensitive part of him. Steve was working wonders with his thick fingers and wrist movements, all the while leaving a trail of nips and sucks along Sam’s neck.

A deep groan left his lips when you decided to up the game. Your tongue traced the head of his cock, gently but teasingly slow. Sam’s head fell back on Steve’s shoulders, eyes tightly shut, and lips curved in a beautiful ‘O’ shape. His hands flew to the back of your head, trying to make you take more of him in the wet heat of your mouth.

“You like that, baby?” Steve whispered hoarsely in Sam’s ear. “You like her teasing your cock like that? Sucking it like the tastiest fucking lollipop ever? I bet it feels good, doesn’t it?”

Sam was only coherent enough to give a firm nod in reply to Steve. It made Steve smirk.

“Do you know how good your thick cock feels in my hands, hmm? How good you look, slumped over me, face contorted in pleasure? How sexy your moans are? How good they make me feel?”

As proof, Steve thrusted his hard shaft against Sam’s ass.Though it made Sam let out a surprised gasp at first, his cock gave a very excited jump a few seconds later. Both you and Steve felt it.

“Fuck!” Steve groaned and pumped Sam with a renewed vigour. With a few more strokes from Steve and the traces of your tongue over his tip, it didn’t take long for him to cum with a loud moan. His hips bucked into you and this time you couldn’t resist when his hands made your head take more of him. His release was a little warm and fucking delicious on your taste buds. You swiped a hand over your mouth to collect any remnants of his cum, sliding back on the bed to take the view in front of you.

It took Sam a moment to come down from the high of his orgasm. He panted heavily as he caught his breath, all the while slumped over Steve. Steve whispered sweet nothings into Sam’s ear, grinding his cock on Sam’s ass and pumping Sam’s half-hard length lazily.

You slid further back on the bed to take a moment to yourself. Your head dropped on the soft mattress and you closed your eyes, taking deep breaths. Holy shit! That was hot! Sam and Steve were two very sexy, very handsome men. The kind that made a slick pool in between your legs. To see them in action together was such a sight! Hot, steamy, and oh so lovely!

Unbeknown to you, you were in for more.

When you thought that you had somewhat calmed down and had your bearings, you opened your eyes to find something you’d not have dreamed of in a thousand years. You didn’t think you’d find anything hotter than Steve and Sam together. Boy, you were about to be proven wrong.

Steve’s chest was still firmly pressed to Sam’s back as he ground his erection into his ass. As if that in itself wasn’t hot enough, Bucky was added in the mix as well, kissing Sam with all he had. Sam had his fingers curled around the back of Bucky’s neck as he pulled him closer. Bucky’s hand appreciatively travelled across Sam’s chest before eventually cupping his man tiddies.

“See what you do to me?” Steve said to Sam when the kiss broke. His hand kneaded Sam’s plump ass. “Fuck, it’s so good. Can’t even begin to imagine how good my cock’s gonna feel inside you.”

So lost in the waves of pleasure coursing through his veins, Sam could only whimper response.

“You’d like that, won’t you? Getting impaled on my cock? Mhmm?”

“I’d fucking love it,” Sam breathed. Steve smirked.

Spitting on his thumb, Steve slowly and gently inserted it in Sam. Sam’s breath hitched for a second as he let out a gasp. Steve kissed his neck and whispered encouraging words into his ear. Eventually a pace was set up, one that Sam was enjoying a lot. Steve continued until he was sure that Sam could take more.

“You ready for my cock, baby? You want it inside this perfect ass?” Steve asked, lining up his hard cock with Sam’s ass.

“Fuck, yes!” Sam managed to mumble in between kisses from Bucky.

As Steve pushed inside, a gasp left Sam. Undeniably, his shaft was much thicker than his thumb. Steve kissed the sweet spot he had found below his ear as he buried himself further. Bucky’s hands travelled down to grab a hold of Sam’s now very hard cock, giving it a few slow strokes to take his mind off the pain and discomfort.

Sam’s body was tense as he anticipated Steve’s full length inside him. He had never felt anything like it before, but oh fucking hell he loved it! Sure, the intrusion was new and a little painful, but with Steve and Bucky sandwiching him and pleasuring him the way they did, everything felt so much better.

It took a while until the discomfort had dissipated. Sam was actively enjoying Steve’s cock being driven into him. He was even trying to push himself backwards, to take as much of Steve as possible.

“How does that feel, Sam?” Bucky asked, still stroking Sam’s cock.

“So fucking good!” Sam moaned. One of his hands grabbed a hold of Bucky’s shoulder to keep himself stable from Steve’s thrusts.

One of Steve’s hands was tightly gripping Sam’s waist while the other was perched on his shoulder. It was visible that Steve was trying to not cum then and there. With how good Sam felt enveloping his cock and and the moans he let slip past those full lips, it took all of Steve’s focus to prolong it as much as he could. It was hard - very hard, but doable.

Sam was too lost in the multitude of feels washing over him to give a damn about anything or anyone else. There were hands and lips on his body, all sensual and skillful, driving to peaks that he hadn’t experienced before.

Bucky absolutely refused to part from those sinful lips of Sam, only giving him a few seconds at a time to suck in some much needed air. The metal armed man gladly swallowed all the moans of his partner. The kiss was the very definition of heated, wet and passionate. They fought to take control every now and then, which made the whole experience all the more exciting.

As Steve fucked Sam from behind with vigour, Bucky pumped Sam’s heavy cock with his metal hand at the same pace. Bucky’s metal hand felt very different from Steve’s. A good different. A little cooler and sleek, but pleasurable all the same. No matter what happened after that night, Sam knew he could never look at that black and gold Wakandan beauty the same way ever again.

In addition to it all, Bucky rubbed his hard length against Sam’s thick thighs. How was he not supposed to get hard? Even if the pollen was out of the question, Bucky was sure that just by seeing Sam and Steve together, all paired with the moans and heavy grunts they let out, it would’ve turned him on nonetheless. They were some fine men, after all.

Unabashedly, Bucky continued rubbing himself against Sam, all the while kissing him heatedly and stroking his cock as well.

Sam felt as if he was on cloud nine. It was a good feeling. He could feel the coils tightening inside him, begging for release. He was driven right to the edge. A few more moments and he was sure he’d come soon enough. Like Steve, he too tried to prolong it, to rejoice in the pleasure as long as he could.

However, his brain positively short-circuited the moment Bucky decided to get on his knees and take Sam’s heavy length into his mouth. A surprised gasp left him which soon turned into a loud, salacious moan.

Bucky didn’t hesitate or shy away from taking all of Sam in - well, as much of him as he could. He started bobbing his head, working towards taking all of him. It was hard at first, but he tried. He gagged every now and then when Sam hit the back of his throat, but he didn’t lose his determination. His hands played with those heavy balls of Sam, gently rolling them between his fingers and tugging at them.

For Sam? It was beyond heavenly. As if the hot, wet heat of Bucky’s mouth swallowing Sam’s enraged cock and running his length along it wasn’t enough, he was gagging on it too. His balls were attended to as well with eager hands. Steve was behind him, thrusting into Sam as he dirty talked in between heavy grunts. A man could only take so much.

With breathy moans and hoarse grunts, Sam came, emptying himself inside Bucky who readily sucked him dry. Steve released into Sam not long after, face contorting into pleasure. They stayed like that as they took a moment for themselves.

After having caught his breath, when Steve opened his eyes, he found Bucky kneeling in between Sam’s leg, tending to Sam’s half hard length. Bucky’s cock stood at attention between his spread legs, hard and enraged. Steve could already feel his softening cock getting hard again. As Bucky looked into Sam’s eyes while wiping off his release from his mouth, Steve knew what he wanted to do next.

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duckybarnes1917 · 4 years ago

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What’s Mine Is Yours

Chapter 1: Behave

Pairings: Bucky Barnes/Reader, Zemo/Reader, Bucky/Zemo/Reader

18+ Only.

This is a completely self-indulgent fic based on a scene I wrote between Zemo and two original characters for my long fic. I replaced the OMC with Bucky and the OFC with the reader, so yeah it's not really in character but it's fun! If you want to get into the mindset of the relationship between the reader and Bucky, listen to Off To The Races by Lana Del Rey, or really anything off the Ultraviolence album.

Enjoy!

Word count: 2331

Summary: You and Bucky like to get in trouble. When he breaks the handsome Baron Zemo out of prison, a day, and evening, filled with the best kind of trouble is set in motion.

Need to know: Dom/sub undertones, sub reader, orgasm delay/denial, teasing, smut but with feelings, no use of y/n

Please do not copy or post this anywhere.

Cross posted on AO3 and Wattpad.

Bucky’s breath was enticing as it wafted gently down and around your neck while you waited impatiently for the surprise he had promised. You sat perched in his lap on a workbench in a car garage. The antique cars stretched from one wall to the other, piquing your curiosity. His arms wrapped around your waist as he told you once again to be patient.

You could feel his anticipation buzzing around him like electricity in the air.

Earlier that day, he had woken you up early, planting excited kisses on your lips and face but not letting it lead to anything else. No matter how much you begged. He had promised he had something more thrilling in store if you helped him with part of a mission, part he wanted to keep secret from Sam.

You knew he didn’t need your help; he was completely capable of working alone.

He wanted you there by his side—a privilege not afforded to many. And you would give Bucky anything he wanted.

When you had met a few months ago, the two of you had clicked almost immediately. Yes, you both fought for the good guys, but you also both played it fast and loose with the rules and enjoyed creating a little trouble every now and then. Okay, maybe quite often. But you always got the job done. Everyone was happy in the end.

You begrudgingly got out of bed and got dressed. Bucky nodded approvingly at your outfit, black jeans, a black cropped t-shirt, and your regular combat boots. He helped you shrug into a leather jacket. As he moved your hair to the side, he placed a gentle kiss on your neck.

“Good girl,” he whispered against your skin before taking your hand and leading you downstairs.

You were staying in a ridiculously lavish villa in Berlin. You had secured it from one of your contacts from your undercover days. The accommodations were much nicer than the shoddy hotel Sam had suggested.

You both snuck past Sam’s room and ran out the door. You climbed onto the back of Bucky’s sleek black motorcycle and wrapped your arms tight around him. The purr of the engine as he took off vibrated between your thighs, reminding you of what he had denied you in bed, and you pressed yourself closer to him.

Now, you sat on his lap, still doubtful that whatever he had planned could possibly be better than getting your fill of him this morning would have been. You were still slightly annoyed that he had left you waiting in the prison halls as he had gone in to talk to Helmut Zemo alone. You had looked forward to meeting him in person.

Finally, your patience was rewarded, and you jumped off Bucky’s lap as the garage door slowly opened.

Your eyes widened in surprise, “You didn’t?!”

You turned to look at Bucky, and he feigned innocence, “I didn’t do anything. This was all Zemo.”

You knew by the way his eyes glinted mischievously that he had, in fact, done something. As you suspected, he hadn’t needed your help; he just wanted to show off.

“You’re crazy.” You smiled up at him, and he knew that you were pleased with the surprise.

He rested his hands on your shoulders as Zemo approached.

“Zemo, it’s lovely to finally meet you.” You extended your hand.

“And you as well, my dear.” He gently took your hand and kissed the knuckles.

“Oh, I like him.” You smiled at Bucky, who looked down at you approvingly. “What’s the plan now?”

“First, we have to break the news to Sam. Then later tonight, Zemo’s going to help us with another secret mission.”

Sam hadn’t taken the news well but, seeing as there was nothing he could do about it, he didn’t argue much. You were having too much fun to care either way.

Zemo was strikingly handsome. You loved Bucky’s brooding ruggedness, but Zemo had an elegant, quiet violence about him that pulled you in. Throughout the day, you had entertained yourself by teasing him every chance you got. You kept it subtle, a sultry look as you licked your lips, a brush of your body against his, able to feign innocence when he challenged you on it but working him up all the same.

Bucky noticed, of course. You sat next to him at the kitchen table, sipping on a martini. Zemo stood across the room, leaning on the kitchen island. You weren’t really listening as Sam and Bucky talked. Your eyes were fixed on Zemo as you slowly sucked an olive off of the skewer you held in your hand. You had his rapt attention. Bucky wrapped his arm around your hip tightly and whispered in your ear, “play nice, doll.”

You smirked up at him, and he leaned down to kiss you.

“Sam and I have got to go run a quick errand. Will you be okay here with Zemo until we get back?”

You licked your lips instinctively and glanced at Zemo, “Yes, I’ll manage.”

Bucky held your face in his hands, “behave,” he commanded before he left the kitchen to follow Sam outside.

You watched him go. He knew how to excite you while barely even touching you. That’s why you loved him.

You turned back around and realized that Zemo had left. You found him in the sitting room, watching tv on the couch.

“There you are.” Without hesitation, you clicked the tv off and straddled his lap.

His milky brown eyes widened in surprise, “I was watching that.”

His quiet accented voice titillated you; you longed to hear your name pass through his lips.

“Well, I want you to watch me,” your voice was sultry as you moved your hands over the soft cotton sweater that covered his toned chest.

Zemo swallowed hard as your lips inched closer to his, “I thought you were told to behave.”

You flashed him a wicked smile before you sighed dramatically. You repositioned, laying across his lap instead, your head resting on the pillow against the arm of the couch. You looked up at him innocently, “that I was Baron,” your tone was one of exaggerated despair.

Zemo moved his hand to caress your body, but you stopped him. “I don’t think that is appropriate, Baron. I am in a relationship, you know.”

Zemo looked down at you; his eyes were hungry but curious. He moved his hand back to his side, signaling that he was playing along with your game.

You gave him a pleased smile, “But surely, it would be okay if you watched me touch myself. Don’t you think?”

“I see nothing wrong with that,” Zemo whispered roughly as he watched your hand undo the button and zipper on your jeans.

You swiftly dipped your fingers into your underwear and slowly circled your clit, biting your lip in pleasure. You weren’t just doing this for his benefit; you were wound tight from the excitement of the day. As you quickly worked your fingers in and out of your wet folds, you put on a show for Zemo, making your moans a tad more dramatic than necessary.

He was itching to touch you, every moan and twitch of your body driving him mad. He balled his hands into fists as he watched your breasts, straining against your tight, low-cut cropped shirt, heave up and down with your ragged breaths.

“You’re going to kill me,” he groaned.

You could feel the bulge in his pants against your back and his groan almost sent you over the edge. But you wouldn’t come without Bucky’s permission, and he had explicitly told you to behave.

The slam of car doors made you both look towards the front of the house.

You backed yourself off the edge, letting Zemo’s name slip from your mouth, breathy and needy.

Zemo groaned again, “You know, it’s not very nice to tease a man with something he can’t have, especially one that just got out of prison.”

You quickly buttoned your pants and sat up, turning towards Zemo, “I’m sorry, I couldn’t resist.”

You offered your fingers to him, and he sucked them clean greedily.

He looked truly wounded when you pulled away from him and made your way to the front door to greet Bucky.

“How did it go?” You chirped when he walked through the door.

“Fine,” Bucky absently addressed you before continuing the argument he was in the middle of with Sam, “It’s your fault, and you know it.”

Sam rolled his eyes and kept walking, Bucky made to follow him, but you grabbed his hand, impatient.

He turned to look at you, the annoyance at Sam melting away as he drank you in, “I’m sorry, doll. Everything went fine, Sam just-”

You stopped him, wrapping your fingers in his belt loops and pulling him close to you, not caring about the newest argument he was in with Sam. “I need you.”

Bucky’s demeanor changed as the request crossed your lips. A sly smile grew on his face, and his blue eyes darkened a shade. He leaned down close to your lips, “did you behave?”

You nodded your head, yes, and his smile grew as he ran his tongue over his bottom lip. He looked over at Zemo; he sat stiffly on the couch with his legs crossed, trying to avoid staring in your direction and failing. He looked absolutely wrecked. Bucky looked back at you with a low chuckle, “I’m yours for the taking.”

You kissed him quickly but passionately before grabbing his hand and leading him towards the stairs.

Bucky addressed Zemo as you passed him on the couch, “Everything is in place for tonight. We’ll have to wait until Sam passes out to leave. So be ready.”

Zemo nodded in agreement and quickly looked away as you dragged Bucky upstairs.

Finally, Bucky’s lips were on yours. You inhaled him as if you hadn’t taken a breath since he left your sight. You quickly peeled off his clothes, throwing them around haphazardly. His jacket landed on the settee—his shirt near the bathroom, where yours promptly joined it. You rapidly unbuttoned his jeans and left them in a pile on the floor, next to his shoes, as you pulled him to the bed. You shrugged your own jeans off hastily as he left open mouth kisses along your neck.

“So needy for me; what’s got you all worked up, doll?” He murmured against your skin as he laid you back on the bed.

“You,” your breath hitched as his lips worked over your collarbone and then delicately over the top of your breasts.

His fingers dived into your underwear and trailed along your sensitive folds, drawing a needy moan from your throat. If it was anyone but Bucky, you would have been embarrassed at how desperate you sounded.

“I don’t think that’s completely true.” Bucky inserted one teasing finger as he continued, “did you get yourself all worked up teasing Zemo?”

He was driving you crazy; you couldn’t focus on his words; you just wanted him already. “Bucky, please-”

He removed his hand and crawled onto the bed so that his face was over yours, “be a good girl and answer me.”

“Yes,” you breathed out, the authority in his voice sending bolts of pleasure straight to your center.

Bucky liked the idea of Zemo wanting you. He knew it was just a game; he would always be who truly wanted.

He ripped your underwear from your body and teased the head of his cock up and down your entrance. You whined as he held your hips down, preventing you from thrusting up to meet him.

“You know, it’s not nice to tease. You’re going to give him a heart attack, doll.”

You nodded your head in agreement, and he slowly entered you, making you arch your back. His movements were too slow; you wanted him, all of him, now.

He continued to hold you down, forcing you to take his agonizingly slow movements.

He hummed in pleasure as your walls tightened around him, your attempt to get him to move faster.

“You can dish it, but you can’t take it,” he smiled at you mockingly as he slowed his pace even further.

“God, Bucky, please, please just fuck me already.”

He finally complied, his hips snapping into yours steadily as he increased his pace. You wrapped your legs around him, holding him in place as he hit just the right spot over and over again, setting off sparks behind your eyes.

He dipped down to suck the tender skin on your neck, and you wrapped your arms around his back, feeling the broad muscles contract as he sent waves of pleasure through your body.

He knew you were already close; he moved his hand down between your bodies and circled your clit. You moaned his name, like music to his ears.

“Buck, I’m close, please-” you sputtered, still needing his permission.

“Tell me what you did with Zemo while I was gone.”

He didn’t let up his pace, and you tried hard to focus on his words.

“I-oh god, I’m so close, Bucky.”

“Tell me.” He growled, quickly approaching his peak as well.

“I made him watch me touch myself. I didn’t let him touch me.” The words rushed out of your mouth. “Please,” you begged.

“Fucking hell, you’re cruel.” Bucky picked up his pace, the image you had painted for him spurring him on.

“Come for me, doll. I want to feel you.”

Before he finished speaking, you let go, your orgasm washing over you like a crashing wave, lapping at every nerve in your body.

Bucky followed right behind, moaning your name into your neck.

You tangled your hands into his hair and kissed him passionately as you both came back down to reality.

“Thank you,” you said breathlessly.

“I love you,” he replied as he pushed your hair out of your face.

Chapter 2 Chapter 3

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Destiel Trope Collection 2021 | Day 6: Firsts

24 fics under the cut

Sometimes Things Just Work Out | @vampamber

Rating: General Word Count: 1,027 Main Tags/Warnings: arranged marriage, angel Cas, royalty AU, mistaken identities Summary: Castiel is not looking forward to being forced to marry this Prince Dean person. The angel had never met him, never even laid eyes on him. For all he knew, the marriage would be miserable. Now, this human who's trying to hide in Castiel's room? It made Castiel wish that he wasn't going to be part of an arranged marriage, because he was really starting to like this green eyed stranger.

Through the Night | @smokerdean

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 1,147 Main Tags/Warnings: Castiel Out of the Empty, Soft Epilogue, First Times, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Sharing a Bed Summary: The motel is the same as thousands of others Dean has stayed in over the course of his life, but it's different, it's better, because he is here with Cas.

The Report Card | @fpwoper

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 1,211 Main Tags/Warnings: First Time, Crack Fic, Blow Jobs Summary: The morning after Dean and Cas first fool around, Dean finds a honest to god report card.

Dragon's Den | @fpwoper

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 1,280 Main Tags/Warnings: First Date, Dragon!Cas Summary: Dean and Cas's first meeting is in a coffee shop they randomly chose. It's just... a little dragon heavy.

Taking one for Team Free Will | @fellshish

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 1,560 Main Tags/Warnings: First kiss, pov dean winchester Summary: There’s a spell that requires an angel’s kiss to work. Dean takes one for the team.

Cannibal Queen | @one-more-offbeat-anthem

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 1,683 Main Tags/Warnings: creature!Castiel and creature!Dean, first time, porn with plot, virgin Castiel, mild gore Summary: What's a zombie to do when he finds out his (pretty hot) roommate and best friend is a vampire? In the case of Dean Winchester, the plan is to convince said vampire that they should team up and heist slaughterhouses. But when a run goes wrong, there are some unexpected consequences...

A Sign of Affection | @clarrisani

Rating: General Word Count: 2,159 Main Tags/Warnings: First Kiss, Fluff Summary: Castiel learns that different kisses mean different things.

9x06 coda : I'm sorry | @allofmystudentsrunaway

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 2,288 Main Tags/Warnings: Mutual Masturbation, Angst with a Happy Ending, AngstEmotional Hurt/Comfort, fanfic gap Summary: fan fic gap first time.

The blonde-haired witch and the little push | @chaoticdean

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 2,830 Main Tags/Warnings: Case Fic, Witches, Oblivious Castiel/Dean Winchester, Mutual Pining, First Kiss, Friends to Lovers, Sharing a Bed Summary: It’s not the first time Dean’s ever had to listen to someone referring to Castiel as “his boyfriend”, but it sure as hell is the first time he has to sit through a diner listening to a witch referring to Cas as his husband without even batting an eyelash, like it’s the most normal thing in the world. Which would be fine if it didn’t cause actual shivers to run down his spine. (or the one where a friendly witch gives Dean the little push he needs)

Every Part of You | @the-communist-unicorn

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 3,097 Main Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe, Panty Kink, Married Dean/Cas, Explicit Sex (but non-penetrative so there's no top or bottom), References to Homophobia Summary: Cas discovered his husband's secret completely by accident, but now that he knew, he wasn't just going to let Dean shove it back in that shoe box like it was something to be ashamed of. Every part of Dean was perfect and beautiful, and Cas might have just discovered a kinky side of himself too.

Whiskey and Wifi | @celipuff

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 3,401 Main Tags/Warnings: Top!Castiel/Bottom!Dean, Dom Sub Undertones, Neighbors, Castiel Has A Panty Kink Summary: Cas may have lost a WiFi connection, but when he makes his way over to his neighbors house, he ends up gaining something much better.

At Last! | @chaoticdean

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 3,617 Main Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Friends to Lovers, Best Friends, Mutual Pining, Idiots in Love, Airports, First Kiss, 5+1 Things Summary: Five times Dean kept his mouth shut, and one time he didn’t.

OUR FIRST TIME | @cooloddball

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 3,920 Main Tags/Warnings: Fluff and Smut Summary: Dean & Cas' first time together

Ghost Town Saints | @nothing-but-dreams

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 4,010 Main Tags/Warnings: College, House Party, Beer Pong, Marijuana, First Kiss, Love Confessions, Friends to Lovers, Trans!Castiel, Supportive Dean, Angst with a Happy Ending Summary: College is out for summer vacation, and that means Cas is back home with his family. Ever since he came out as trans, things have been tense, to say the least. After yet another argument with his parents, Cas needs to clear his head. Luckily, his best friend Dean is just a text away. Dean suggests the two of them escape reality for a bit and hit up a party being held at Ghost Town. As they drink and get high, they realize their feelings for each other run deeper than friendship.

It Started With Arousal | @vampamber

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 4,260 Main Tags/Warnings: ABO, angel Cas, alpha Cas, omega Dean, soul bonds, virgin Cas, porn with plot Summary: It was when Castiel violently slammed the demon into the wall mid-fight that he felt it. The bond he had with Dean ever since he pulled the omega out of Hell had been getting stronger lately, but this was the first time that Castiel truly experienced an emotion that wasn't his own. He had expected something like this to happen eventually, but there was no way he ever would have expected such a feeling at a time like this. Dean was… aroused? He spared a quick glance at the hunter, meeting green eyes but seeing nothing that might cause said arousal. When three more demons kicked through the door to enter the room and the fight, Castiel promptly forgot the confusing emotion. For the time being, at least.

Kiss Me | @peanutbutterjelly-pie

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 4,285 Main Tags/Warnings: Canon Compliant, First Kiss, Humor, Friends to Lovers Summary: Dean’s spur-of-the-moment ideas aren’t always the best, as lots of people are able to attest. And his last one really took the cake. Because now he’s unable to forget the taste of Castiel’s lips and he’s got no freaking clue how to deal with this.

Kiss at the Drive-in | @notfunnydean

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 4,380 Main Tags/Warnings: fluff and smut, getting together, drive-in cinema, semi-public sex, car sex, non-penetrative sex, handjobs, shy!Dean, dirty dancing, implied Bottom!Dean Summary: When Dirty Dancing airs in a Drive-in Cinema near the Bunker, Dean really wants to go with Castiel. Of course only because Castiel’s education about movies is still bad. Not like it’s a date. Sadly.

Swayze Always Gets A Pass | @kingdumbass

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 4,766 Main Tags/Warnings: Bunker Fic, First Kiss, Drunk Dean and Cas Summary: After Dean and Cas get into an argument over a case, Dean tries to apologize by asking Cas to Netflix and chill. Featuring: Cas the movie critic, his drunk friend, Dean, and Dean's tired brother, Sam.

Y Tu Dean Tambien | @a-mandala-rose

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 6,909 Main Tags/Warnings: High School AU, Geek Dean, Closeted Bi Dean, Pan/Possibly Demi Cas, Referenced Homo/Biphobia, Low/No Angst, Implied/Referenced Consensual Underage Non-Penetrative Sex, Nothing Explicit, Happy Ending Summary: Dean Winchester has a crush. A great, big, secret, gay crush. Okay, more like a great, big, secret, bisexual crush, if we’re being technical. Either way though, the relevant word here is secret, because Dean lives in Kansas, which isn’t exactly known for its thriving LGBT community. In fact, he’s pretty sure most of his neighbors don’t actually know what LGBT stands for and he’d be willing to bet that if asked, at least a solid 10% would think it’s a sandwich. So yeah, nobody knows that Dean’s spent the past six months crushing on Cas Novak, the sexy junior in his Spanish II class, and it’s damn well going to stay that way. “Hola, Señor Winchester,” murmurs a gravelly voice in Dean’s ear, straight out his dirtiest fantasies and close enough to raise the hairs on the back of his neck, as Dean suppresses a shiver. The smirk on the mouth housing that goddamn sinful voice tells him that while he may have resisted the full-body shudder, his red cheeks did not go unnoticed by the boy sliding fluidly into the desk directly behind him. “Hey, Cas.” Nobody knows about Dean’s crush except for Cas, that is. Cas definitely knows.

Game of Survival | @sorajinsei

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 8,317 Main Tags/Warnings: Suspense, Alternate UniverseThriller,Alternate Universe - Purge, Demonic Possession, Alternate Universe - Angels & Demons, Bottom Castiel/Top Dean Winchester, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies Summary: Who's in the shadows? Who's ready to play? Are we the hunters? Or are we the prey? There's no surrender and there's no escape.

Talk Therapy | shara (AO3)

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 9,309 Main Tags/Warnings: Castiel and Dean Winchester Need to Use Their Words, Top Castiel, Bottom Dean Winchester, First Time Bottoming, Rimming, Communication Issues, Self-Esteem Issues, ALL the issues Summary: "Alright fine, you can put a finger in me," Dean says one night while watching Cas go down on him. Cas pops his mouth off Dean’s dick and stares at him. "I never said I wanted to put a finger in you," he says slowly, and then stops and tilts his head. "Do you want me to put a finger in you?" ~~~~ Dean comes to terms with this thing with Cas, and with himself.

Bind Me To You | @imbiowaresbitch

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 18,184 Main Tags/Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, Public Blow Jobs, Mild Kink, Condoms, Mutual Pining, Switching, Top Castiel/Bottom Dean Winchester, Anal Sex, Rimming, Anal Fingering, Light Bondage, One Night Stands, Strangers to Lovers, Teasing, Happy Ending, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Smut, Masturbation Summary: Dean and Cas meet in a one night stand, but lust, chance and eventually more bind them together.

Tempered Desires | @mattzerella-sticks

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 20,013 Main Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe - Human, Alternate Universe - Pandemic, Baker Dean, Dean has ADHD, Recreational Drug Use, Meet Cute, First Date Summary: Dating, sex, and finding love were the farthest things on the minds of both Dean and Castiel. There were more important things to worry about - namely the pandemic that swept across the globe and changed everything. Navigating this new environment was hard enough without adding romance. But fate never intervenes when you expect. From first meetings to first dates, we'll see how Dean and Castiel's relationship blossoms despite the circumstances.

Put That On A T-Shirt | @celipuff

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 21,524 Main Tags/Warnings: Dean’s First Time With A Man, Blowjobs, Top!Dean/Bottom!Cas, Semi Public Sex Summary: Getting blindfolded and blown by a random dude his girlfriend knew didn’t exactly sound like an ideal Sunday for Dean, until it actually happened.

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