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INTERLUDE- THE TRIO

DRABBLES FEATURING:

-doctor! barnes x innocent! reader

- lumberjack! steve x hybrid! bunny

-dbf!peter x reader

-cnc bucky barnes (winter solider rp) x reader

-dark! best friend steve! x reader

-mob!peter x maid! reader

BONUS: dark! frat!peter, dark! frat!steve and dark! frat!bucky x shy! reader

warnings: SMUT, medical kink, squirting, pet names, praise kink, degration kink possessiveness, bondage, (bunny) ear pulling, daddy kink, teasing/ edging, breeding kink, spanking, gaslighting? kinda, innocent/ corruption kink, cnc, belt spanking mentioned, buttplugs used, dark themes, such as drugging, knife play, gagging, fingering, drugs and booze used, porn mentioned

notes: hi!! this is kinda different from what i normally post, but i wanted to write for these characters. i wanted to post before i start more requests. im sorry for my inactivness these past few days, please take this as a little “pls forgive me treat” <33

-claire bear

DOCTOR BARNES

“Okay sweetheart lets take a look.” he cooed, the sound of the globe snapping on his skin making you flinch.

The warm leather that rubbed against your ankles from their places in the sturps. They forced your legs apart, leaving you exposed and vulnerable to Doctor Barnes, your juices dripping down and smearing with the wax paper below.

“Oh angel you're shaking.” he pouted, noting your shaky legs, quivering in their restraints. You gulped, breath coming in shallow pants as he sat on his stool, it’s wheels gliding towards its place between your legs.

“M’scared.” you shyly confessed, his smirk growing at your words, at your frightened tone.

“No need to fret sweetheart, it's just a check up.”

You nodded, hips subtly grinding against his arm as he adjusted the paper underneath you. He clucked his tongue as he brought the dim light down to your aching cunt, making you wince.

“Just as I thought angel. It’s bad, it's not normal for little girls like you to be getting so worked up.” You shuttered, biting your lip as he brought his hand up to stroke your thigh, the cool latex of his glove leaving goosebumps in its wake.

“Wh-what do I do Doctor?” you asked, eyes wide as he neared your clit.

“You gotta stay with me for extra treatment honey. Don’t worry, I’ll take all the tingles away, I’ll make it all better.”

The sound of his watch ticking was in sync with your gasps as he used his fingers to spread apart your folds to reveal your pulsing clit.

“Doctor Barnes it hurts it OH!-” you cried out as his two fingers slowly prodded your entrance.

“Shh, shh I know, I know. It’ll all be over honey, just gotta make you squirt. If you’re good I’ll give you a sucker after, yeah?”

LUMBERJACK STEVE

“I didn’t know!” you whined as Steve tugged on the rope tied firmly around your wrists, bringing tears to your eyes as he dragged you over to the couch.

“Oh really? You didn’t know? You didnt know you weren’t supposed to go towards the river, although daddy said it a million times already?” he growled, watching your frail body, so little compared to his struggle to get your shaky legs to tug you up on the cushions.

“Wanted to see the man on the other side who said he’d bring me strawberries Daddy.” you sniffled, moaning as Steve's large, firm hand grabbed your hips, tossing you ass up on the couch, your body utterly at his mercy as your bound arms lay helpless in front of you.

“That's Mr. Layfeyson honey, haven't I told you about how mean he is? How all the other men are mean? They want to hurt you honey.” he cooed, hand sliding up the curve of your back, slowly stroking your ass.

“M’sorry daddy.” you sniffled, letting out a high pitched squeak as he pressed down on your fluffy tail.

“I know honey, you just don't know any better do you? Gotta keep my bunny here with me, locked up so she can't leave.” he sighed, smiling at your moan as he gathered your ears in one hand, tugging on them gently.

He knew you liked it rough. Even you didn’t quite know it yet.

He always knew his bunny.

“Yes daddy.” you agreed, head falling limp against the cushions as Steve began to slowly tease you- edging you for punishment.

“You’d be so adorable all nice and round with my bunnies honey. Such a good little mama for your daddy.” he praised down at you, smirking as he saw you attempting to grind against him.

DADS BEST FRIEND PETER

“I’m protecting you from those dirty, stupid boys princess.” Your father's best friend whispered down at you from your place across his lap, skirt bunched up as he rubbed you through your cloth panties.

“They only want to use you honey. They don’t love you, like how I love you.” Peter cooed at you, smiling at your eagerness as you shited in his lap, whining as he slowly bounced his knee.

“I know Mr. Parker.” you complied, brain slowly turning to mush as his long, ring littered fingers ran through your strands, soothing you before the blow.

“Why are you doing this?” you whispered wincing as his one hand raised, smacking your ass harsh enough to jolt your body forward and making you cry out.

“Because you talked to that boy across the street, and you need to learn your lesson. You belong to me, you don’t get to talk to him.�� he taunted, the cool metal stinging your abused fleshed as he stroked it, pinching it gently.

“He needed directions to Max’s.” you whined, screaming again as he smacked you a second time.

“I don’t care.” Peter snapped, loosening his tie with his free hand as you struggled.

“I’m so sorry I won't talk to him again!” you cried out, embarrassed at the wetness staining your panties the more he toyed with your body, punishing it as he pleased.

“Oh I know angel.” he gritted out, holding your thighs tightly as you wiggled.

“Cause if you do it again, it’ll be the belt. And daddy doesn't like using the belt on his poor angel. So listen to me.”

DARK BEST FRIEND STEVE

“We’re just playing dress up kitten.” Steve smiled at your sleepy form, eyes fluttering open slightly at his gentle words.

“Dress up?” you yawned, sleep threatening to take over your body as he stroked your arm calmingly from where he lay beside you, holding your body in his arms.

Steve had put something in the warm milk he normally gave you before bed to help ease your nerves, something he had done for you since you were kids. You weren't aware of this, of course.

Your muscles felt heavy as he slowly touched the collar he had placed around your throat, the bell jingling softly.

“Yes kitty, dress up. Just like we used to do.” he teased, looking down at the little lace socks he had slipped on you, at the tail that stuck out from your ass.

You were almost too sleepy to notice, the sensation a dull tingling, a heat in your belly. The ears were the final touch, he thought, watching your chest rise and fall with each little sigh you made.

You gasped as he tugged on the fluffy tail, easing it out of you with a pop.

“You’re my favorite little kitty. So good to me, my perfect little sweetheart. I’m so lucky to have you as my best friend.” he whispered, kissing your neck tenderly, sucking on it as he smeared the plug around with your juices that had now trickled down to your thighs.

“Your princess parts get wet so easily kitty. You poor thing.” he mocked, bringing the toy to your parted lips, slipping inside for you to suck on while he stretched you out for him.

“None of my other friends do this with me.” you admitted softly as his fingers slid between your parted legs, gathering your slick on his digits.

“That's because they aren't as special as me kitty. We’re the best of friends.”

THE WINTER SOLDIER KIDNAPPING ROLEPLAY

“If you move, it’ll only hurt more ангел.” Bucky whispered, his voice low and soothing through the black mask as he peered down at your tied-up body on the white silk, drops of your blood smearing across the sheets from where his knife dug into your skin earlier.

You whined, eyes wide as he spread your legs farther apart, the gloves he wore slightly rough against your marked-up skin.

Tugging at the restraints, you cried out as the rope rubbed against your skin, but the gag he had placed in your mouth while you were sleeping had suffocated the noise.

“Oh doll, you gotta learn.” he tsked, shaking his head in disappointment as you continued to struggle, making no success as his heavy bodyweight trapped you in place, his hand slipping up to pin your arms back down against your body.

You murmured incoherently as he wiped your mascara-stained tear away with his thumb, inching inside you slowly.

“Mghm-” you moaned, legs shaking as he shushed you, cock stretching you out almost painfully.

He was much big for you. Normally he stretched you out first, but tonight... tonight was different.

“Daddy's gonna push it in deeper now mkay? No, no no tears ангел, you can take it angel you're so strong for daddy! Such a big girl.” he cooed, grip becoming tighter on your wrists as he pushed in even deeper.

You could feel this man in your stomach, head turning fuzzy from the pressure in your lower abdomen.

“You’re making daddy feel bad sweetheart when you cry. It’s okay, it's okay I promise.” he whispered, watching as you turned your head into the bed, the tears falling rapidly as he seated himself fulling in you the lines of pain and pleasure blurring.

“Hey, hey look at me.” he hissed, gripping your chin tightly, forcing you to meet his dark, stormy gaze once again.

“Look at me while I fuck you малышка. Look at me while you enjoy every single little thing I give you. Cause you don't have a choice”

MOB BOSS PETER

It was too high for you reach, the vase perched up upon the bookshelf. You sighed, perching up on your tiptoes, attempting to lean against the old, antique desk that was just in your way, using it as a balance of some sort.

You didn't want to leave any spot untouched, as you wanted things to be perfect for Mr. Parker when he arrived. Which meant everything had to be up to your standards- meaning it would be spotless.

Not one speck of dust, or dirt.

Now if you could just reach a little higher with your feather duster…

“Need any help there honey?” The soft voice made you jump, his breath warm as it tickled your neck.

“M-Mr. Parker, you’re back early.” you murmured, clenching your thighs together at his sudden nearness, the smell of his cedarwood cologne filling your nostrils. It was soothing, his skin warm to the touch as he tucked a lock of stray hair behind your ear, fingers lingering a little too long.

They slowly made their way down your neck, rubbing small circles in a soothing motion. “You’re pretty tense honey. Do you ever take a break?” he asked softly, making his way behind you to rub your shoulders.

You fought the urge to let out a moan, the feeling of his hands massaging your shoulders almost too good to be true. It was heaven, the way his fingers worked the knots and kinks in your muscles.

Your head dropped, letting out a little whimper as he grinned, knowing he was molding you into his hands like putty.

It wasn't the first time, and it wouldn't be the last. You knew it, and so did he.

The perks of the job indeed.

“Mr. Parker-”

“You still seem tense darling. You want me to help you get rid of that stress?” he cut you off, knowing your answer already, hands sliding down to squeeze your hips firmly. You nodded quickly, wanting more than anything for him to slide his hands father down.

He didn’t though, much to your surprise. They stilled.

“Words honey. I need words.”

You gulped. “Yes Mr. Parker. I need you to help take the stress away.”

“Atta girl. Up we go.” he lifted you fast enough the air whooshed from your lungs, setting you down face down on the wooden desk. Your feet dangled in the air as you smacked your hands down on the wood, papers shifting as your hands attempted to find something to hold onto.

Anything to ground you from what was about to happen.

“You’re such a good girl eh? Always working so hard for me.” he cooed, flipping up the flimsy maid dress you wore, exposing your soaking panties to him, cunt aching to be touched.

“Only for you sir.” you moaned, gasping as he bent down to run his hand up your knee high socks, snapping the little garter you wore against your skin hard enough to leave red marks.

“Look at that, she's smart too? Just gotta be promised some cock to get those gears turning in that dumb little brain of yours huh?”

You nodded ferociously at his words, too dumbfounded to speak. His fingers walked up to your thighs, then made their way up to tap your bundle of nerves ever so gently.

You moaned, clenching around nothing as he rubbed your wetness, the sensations sending little jolts of pleasure licking like flames down your spine.

“Well, honey it appears you’re gonna have another mess to clean up after I'm done with you. What a shame, hm?”

THE FRAT BROTHERS

“She’s a quiet little thing ain't she?” the blonde murmured from his spot on the couch, legs spread wide as his head lolled back against the worn sofa, red solo cup in hand.

Steve was his name, Peter had told you before the two of you had arrived at the party.

And you were supposed to be nice to him. Both of them, really.

Bucky was the other one's name, his presence reappearing with a cold one in hand, popping the lid off with his thumb as if it were nothing.

It made you squirm in your seat watching the two of you slide their gazes over you, their eyes hungry and warm. A fire burned in them, and it threatened to swallow you whole.

“Peters tamed her.” Bucky grinned, slouching next to Steve, kicking his feet up on the coffee table, its surface scattered with empty cups and lighters. “Tried to. She still gets feisty sometimes, the saucy thing.” Peter corrected them, patting your thigh gently.

You leaned in closer to the man, resting your head against his chest from your throne upon his lap. He bounced his knee to attempt to soothe you, the music loud enough to have the walls thumping from the party downstairs making you jumpier than usual.

He was considerate about that, at least.

“She's even prettier than the pictures you showed us Pete.” Bucky smiled, throwing you a wink as you gulped.

The pictures. Had he really shown them those?

Peter had taken pictures upon pictures of you, pleasing him, fucking you, cumming on you. You had been in the skimpiest little costumes and get-ups, most times not wearing anything at all for him.

It was love, he had explained.

You let him use you for his pleasure, had come to his beck and call crawling on hands and knees to please him- because you loved him. You were here, at this party, the place you least wanted to be out of anywhere in the entire world, because you loved him.

Don't you love me, bunny? Don't you wanna make me happy? Make my friends happy?

Yes. You loved him. You loved him more than anything- couldn't live without him. Couldn't leave his side, couldn't let him go. Which is why you snuggled deeper into his chest, inhaling the gentle scent of weed and cheap booze that lingered on his frat sweater, hands curling into fists to grip the fabric.

“Course she is. Pictures don't do my little whore justice. Do they angel?”

You knew better than to ignore him.

“Yes Peter.” you squeaked out as his hand came up to grab your chin, forcing you to look up at him. “I’m sorry?”

“Yes daddy.”

He smiled, the other guys snickering as he lifted the joint to his pretty pink lips, inhaling a drawl. Tapping your cheeks, you opened your parted lips wide, allowing him to blow the smoke into your lungs, choking you.

“No thoughts in that head of hers huh?” Bucky chuckled, watching as Steve snatched the burning blunt from Peter's fingertips. “Just cock. And me, of course.” Peter laughed, making you snuggle back into his chest with ease.

The drugs were coursing through your veins, making each joint and tendon feel light as clouds. Your head was empty, brain turned to mush as the boys eyed you down, noticing the little tennis skirt you wore slightly hiking up your thigh as you shifted.

“You want another drawl angel?” Angel. You liked that name. But you couldn't take another, the weed already clouding your senses enough already. If you had anymore you feared you’d be immobilized.

You looked up at Peter, making sure you had his approval to answer the man. He nudged his head, as if to say- go on. Don’t’ be rude. “No thank you, Steve.” you polietly declined, noticing his smirk grow larger as you said his name.

“Alright angel, suit yourself.” Bucky quickly snatched the drug from his hands, taking one final drawl.

“You give her anymore you’ll make her knock out. Look atta her she's about to fall asleep in Pete's lap, the poor thing.” he growled to Steve, his deep, husky voice making you shiver as he defended you.

“She's less than half your size Stevie. I already wear her out enough when she's drooling and about to pass out on my cock every night.” Peter laughed, running a hand through his messy blonde hair.

“M’tired daddy.” you yawned, rubbing your eyes as you clung his sweater closer to your body that he had gifted you a few months ago, the smell of his cologne still on it like it was given to you yesterday.

“I know bunny, you can sleep when we’re done with you okay? I brought your favorite blanket for the car ride home.” he cooed, hand coming down to stroke your hair, petting your head in a way that almost had you purring like a kitten.

“I call her ass.” Steve announced, leaning back further in his seat as he swung his beer back. “I call her mouth. And her panties when we’re done.”

“Hey- that's not fuckin fair!” Steve hissed, smacking Bucky's arm harshly.

“I don't care who gets what, just don't be gentle with her.” Peter snarked, taking his own sip of the cheap booze, and you watched his Adam's apple bob as he chugged it down. He sighed as he finished it, throwing the red solo cup in the corner, leaning down to give you a soft kiss atop your head.

“She likes it rough. And it’ll tire her out even more for the car ride home.”

Oh, you were in for a long night indeed.

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