#dom steve rogers

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Keep you quiet

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Steve and you never liked each other. You always bickered, even on missions-which brought you in this situation; on you knees.

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Steve Rogers x reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: enemies/rivals to...lovers?, smut, oral [M receiving], dom/sub undertones, Dom!steve, sub!reader, slightly mean Steve, size kink?, dumbification/degradation kink, slight Captain kink [blink and you miss it], dry humping, boot humping,  rough oral, rough treatment, face-fucking, cum swallowing, semi-public, allusion to threesome Tell me if I need to add anything

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You leaned against the wall, hiding from the HYDRA agents, that were shooting at you and Steve.

And apparently it was your fault. That's what Steve said....which also meant you were arguing even more than before.

"-you were supposed to follow my lead and not-" "Steve just stop-" "It's Captain!"

You scoffed. How could anybody go voluntarily on a mission with Steve? You were definitely not one of those people. On every mission you've been with Steve endet the same-you two screaming at each other, always being at each other's throats.

"You can't report me! You know exactly Fury won't do anything-because there is nothing do to", you snarled, while grabbing Steve's arm, so he would stop his pacing. You were in one of the conference rooms, trying to change his mind about reporting you-again.

Angrily Steve looked down at you. "I can't report your behaviour! You always question my decision and-" "because these decisions are always stupid!"

Steve snorted. He slowly shook his head. "Unbelievable. You're...insufferable. I'm your Captain-you've to listen, don't you get that? I.am.your.supervisor", he growled while grabbing your arm tightly. Immediately you backed away, but he didn't let go of your arm.

He pulled you closed against him. You could feel the warmth radiating from him. Your breath hitched. "And? Doesn't mean shit to me", you yelled in his face. In only made him angrier. You could see it in his eyes. He pulled you straight against his chest. You could feel his chest raising against yours-his steady, deep breathing. It made your heart race. He smelled so good. How have you never noticed that?

Steve tuts, shaking his head in disappointment. He couldn't believe how you talked back to him. It's not the first time-but it never annoyed him as much as it did today. Because of you, the two of you had nearly been shot today. You were always talking back-that's the reason why the agents noticed you two were in there.

"Why can't you just be quiet for once in your life? Is it that hard?", he mumbled close to your lips. You could feel his breath on you lips. His smell was everywhere, his warm hand still holding your arm...

He was everywhere. It's like he took over all your senses. Slowly you looked up, into his dark eyes. "Maybe you have to make me be quiet", you mumbled, while one of your hands slowly found it's way to his belt. You pulled him in closer.

It's all it took for Steve to break. Roughly he pressed his lips to yours. You couldn't stop yourself from moaning into the kiss.

You've always been curious how Steve kissed. The sweet, sweet golden boy of America. He had to have a scandalous side, he'd never show to the world-The one that he'd never show anyone-unless he'd get to his breaking point. You wanted to do that. Push him to the edge.

Slowly you started rubbing your hand over his raging boner. Steve was hard enough for you to feel how big he was. You couldn't wait to see him. His massive dick. The thought alone made your mouth water.

Steve seemed to notice your eagerness, which made him chuckle against your lips. "It's all it takes for you to be quiet? Just thinking about a big dick to fill you", he mumbled, which made you nod immediately. "Yes, yes I want you to f-", he grabbed your hair roughly, which made you swallow all the words you had left in you. "Much better..I thought I made it clear I want you to be quiet", he whispered against your lips. "I guess I need to silent you some other way", Steve grinned slightly, while his free hand finished what you started; opening his suit trousers and sliding them down with his boxershorts.

You looked down at his dick and-

Fuck.

He was huge, veiny and....just massive. You've never sucked someone this big-and you've definitely never felt someone like him split your pussy open. You needed to. You wouldn't be able to concentrate on any missions or anything else, knowing how big Steve was. How his dick would tear your pussy open.

You wanted to trace the pulsing veins with your tongue. Feel his weight and girth in your mouth. You wanted to taste him so, so bad. Watch him lose himself in the feeling of your wet mouth.

Before you could think about anything else, Steve roughly pushed you to your knees and let his hand slide out of your hair to your jaw. He roughly grabbed your cheeks and forced your mouth open. His other hand stroked over his leaking tip, the leaking pre-cum dripped on your cheek, while he let his tip slide along your lips. Instinctively you stuck your tongue out.

Steve chuckled darkly. "Not a single thought behind those pretty eyes, huh?", his tone was deliciously dark and rough. You nodded slowly, looking up at him.

"Such a smart mouth...let's see if you can actually do something good with it." With that he pushed his tip past your lips, making you lick around his leaking slit. He moaned lowly, pushing his dick further into your mouth. His tip hit the back of your throat, which made you gag-yet he pushed right through it, till your nose touched his pubic hair. You could feel yourself getting wet.

The size of his dick stretched your lips. Steve's loved seeing you like this. Tears formed and threatened to spill as his cock constantly hit the back of your throat, while he started fucking your mouth roughly.

His hand grabbed your hair again, to guide your movements. There was no mercy in his rough treatment...and you felt a wet spot forming on panties, probably wetting them through.

"That's a much better use for your mouth, sweetheart", Steve chuckled darkly. He pulled out of your mouth and let the tip of his dick slide along your lips, coating them with even more salvia and precum. He pushed the head of his cock back into your mouth. You hollowed your cheeks, which made him moan. "Oh god, such a good girl", he mumbled while starting to thrusting into your mouth again.

Salty tars spilled from your eyes, adding to the mess of precum and salvia on your face. You were sure your mascara left dark spots on your skin.

You couldn't stop yourself from letting one of your hands slide to your throbbing crotch.

Of course Steve noticed this immediately, so he kicks your hand lightly away. "Come on sweetheart, you don't want to tempt me, do you?", he grinned while he pushed his dick deeper into your throat. You gaged around him, which made him moan.

"You know, since you're treating me so good right now, I can make an exception this time", he mumbled while letting his boot glide between your legs, nudging them slightly apart, so you could sit on his leg.

With wide eyes you looked up at him, asking. "Come on, sweetheart, you know what to do", he smirked.

Slowly you started to grid on his leg-which made you moan around his length. It felt good to feel some friction against you throbbing pussy. It would probably feel better if you were naked, but this had to do it. And it definitely would do it. "I want you to cum, baby, right with me", Steve moaned, letting his dick feel your throat once again.

While Steve thrusted into your mouth coating your tongue with his taste, you grid over his leg. "So desperate", Steve mumbled. "I'm gonna cum, sweetheart." He could feel the knot building in his abdomen, which made him thrust into your mouth harder. "And you're gonna swallow everything."

You felt his dick twitch and moaned around him, while rubbing yourself harder against his leg. Steve cried out in pleasure and thrusted into your throat, coating your walls with his cum. His veins pulsed against your tongue and you couldn't stop yourself from licking around them.

One last time you pressed your core against Steve's leg. Your orgasm crushed over you, making you moan around him. Steve pushed his leg even fiercer to your pussy, feeling your cunt pulsing against him making a mess.

He wished he could bury his dick in your tight hole.

How tight you'd be around him? Your pussy would choke his dick, while he would be splitting you open. He needed to feel you. Needed to fuck you. Right here-right here on the table.

Steve pulled out of your mouth. Some cum leaked out of your mouth, but he gathered it with his thumb and wiped it on your lips. Instantly you licked you lips and looked up with tears eyes. It made Steve grin, while he pulled you up. Your legs were a bit wobbly, so he had to hold you. "No sassy remarks?", Steve mumbled against your lips, before kissing you and pushing you on the closest table. You let him do whatever he wanted to. You couldn't wait for him to fuck you. Nothing else mattered right now.

Steve's hand found your clothed core, rubbing along your folds. "Oh sweetheart you're so wet. Can't wait for me to give you, huh? Is this all you need to be happy? Having a big dick feel your holes?", he mumbled against your throat. You started nodding. "Yes, yes..please, Captain", you cried out when his fingers rubbed against your clothed clit. Steve chuckled darkly, while kissing your throat. "So that's what you needed to call me Captain, huh? I guess I'll have to fuck you before and after every mission till you learn your lessons."

He started opening your pants, but stopped immediately when he heard someone coming closer. Quickly he pulled his pants back on. You didn't understand why he backed of so fast but when you heard the door open, you immediately wiped your face clean and tried to brush you hair with your fingers. Nevertheless you felt like everyone could tell what happened, especially when someone would look at your swollen and puffy lips.

Steve grabbed your arm once again and pulled you closer against him. "You'll come to my room in an hour and we'll finish what we started", he whispered hotly in your ear, while Bucky entered the room.

Steve let go of your arm and stepped a few steps away from you. Without giving a verbal answer you nodded quickly and walked past Bucky, on who you had a crush for a while and definitely didn't want him to see you like this. He wasn't supposed to know you just sucked his best friends dick..even though the idea of him finding out made your pussy throb even more.

Bucky watched you walk out of the room and then back to Steve. "She was awfully quiet", he grinned slightly. Steve couldn't stop himself from grinning and giving him a knowing look. "I'm pretty sure she needs another lesson and it would great if someone could help me with that", Steve said raising one eyebrows.

Buckys grin widened. „Then I think we shouldn't let her wait." With that the two super soldiers left the conference room.

Pt 2

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THIGHS

dom!top!steve rogers x sub!bot!malereader

warnings : thighs marking, thigh obsession, biting, kissing, making out, lowkey top to bottom..?, sub/dom dynamics, bottom amab reader, hot steve rogers, bedroom sex, wrist holding, gay(😱), not proofread im sorry.., kinda rushed

words : 1.5k

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Steve and you were making out in your bedroom. You were pinned on the door as you both fought for dominance in eachothers mouth. He stopped the kiss, leading it to heavy breaths escaping his mouth, giving you the thought you won as you pushed him on the bed and stood between his legs.

You leaned forward and grabbed his jaw to keep on devouring his mouth. Wet sounds filled the room as your lips smacked together. His were swollen so beautifully. It was a bright red and saliva mixed with yours.

As soon as you grabbed to open your short jeans by the zipper you got turned around and now you were the one with the thighs spread as steve sat between them. He took both of your wrists in one hand as he pinned them on your stomach. With the free hand he unbuckled his leather belt and used it to wrap around your wrists. Now you were sure that you were receiving it tonight.

Steve continued with pulling your jeans off with your calvin klein boxers. His lips caressed from your chest down to your thighs. You have really sensetive thighs and steve knows it very well. He loves it when you gasp and grip the sheets by some kisses on your thighs.

Captain admired the skin of your thighs. They were pale, moles decorating it and chubby. He grabbed your inner thighs, showing how thick they are. You wince at it and throw your head back as your eyes close tightly. The pain of biting down on your bottom lip to stop the noises from coming out of your mouth was making you go crazy.

Steve was making you crazy.

He leaned down as he kissed your thighs again, biting down suddenly. You gasped loudly, couldn't hold back that one. At the moment you were so sure that got bruised right there. A small chuckle left steve's mouth as he slapped your inner thigh. Making you shake from the teasing and turtoring.

"My wanna-be-dominant baby is so obedient to his sir", steve spat out, holding back a smirk as he poked your asshole with his thumb. You whined as you open your mouth to say something, only to feel a pair of fingers getting shoved in your throat. You chocked on them as you knew what steve meant. Saliva was covering the fingers as you tried to wet them as much as you could. One of your legs got held up, by the hand poking your asshole earlier, so that steve had a better vision of your asshole, spreading your ass cheeks perfectly.

The licking ended as steve pulled his fingers out and put them right on your hole. You covered your mouth with your tied together hands when a finger entered slowly, gently. No matter how much you two fucked, it always felt like your first time. Which steve also took, your virginity. You put your hands on steves black t-shirts, grabbing on them surely leaving wrinkles. Steve was focused on your face expressions as he entered another finger. You squeezed your eyes close, as you bit down on your bottom lip. A choked whine trailed out of your pink lips as he started curling his fingers, hitting your prostate immediatly.

"Don't hold your noises back for me, pup. Come on show sir how much you love my fingers caressing your insides", another brush against your prostate was enough to make you moan. Steve smirked as he circled and brushed over it multiple times, he loved the noises you were making. You weren't even sitting on his cock and still he had you all messy spread on his bed.

Right at the moment you thrusted your hips back into his fingers he pulled them out and wiped them on the bedsheets. You whined as you grabbed his shirt harder and threw your head back. Lowkey throwing a small tantrum without knowing.

The harsh smack on your thigh made you gasp as he let go of your leg and forced you to turn on your stomach. You muttered to yourself, clearly not wanting steve to hear it. But how you failed. This so curious puppy started pulling on your hair as he whispered into your ear.

"Whats was that, pup? First you throw a tantrum and now you are acting secretive. Just say you want a punishment", You sobbed out a whine as you tried shaking your head with the harsh grip. Steve chuckled out a 'pathetic.' as he suddenly let go of your hair to play with your body, and maybe patience, a little more.

His hands brushed over your back, which made you realize he took your t shirt off while you were making out earlier, as he held onto your waist, kissing and biting over the moles on your back. You gasped into the pillow as your hands were over your head, which is the only comfortable position while its tied up. You bit into the pillow, drooling on it. Steve was painting your skin so prettily.

"Steve, pleasepleaseplease. Just fuck me already", those words spilled out of your mouth as you couldn’t handle the teasing anymore. You needed him inside.

Steve just chuckled as he gave your ass another squeeze before taking his jeans and boxers with his t-shirt off, lining his cock with your hole. You gasped at the spread, the cold fingers from earlier were getting replaced by steves warm cock. His tip entered you, following with the half of his length, thats where it hit you. It was hurting like ass. You tried to press yourself up on your fours with your hands. A big press on your upper back made you fall back down. Steves other hand lifted your hips up so you are on your knees, but your upper body is laying on the bed. It perfectly arched your back. You looked like a kitty more than a pup.

Now he entered you fully as he ripped out a moan from you. The sudden friction of steve starting to thrust was making your vision blurry. The tears of pleasure started coming as he pulled on your hair and smacked your buttcheek every change he got, leaving a print of his hand on it. He was so good at pleasing you.

"Fuck. You look so pretty crying for my cock", steve left another spank on your cheek. The speed of the thrust only increased, your hair was all over the place and the pillows were soaked with drool.

You felt so fucked up. Steve wouldn't stop pounding into you as he whispered dirty words in to your ear biting down on the lobe before pulling himself up again and getting a better grip on your hips, thrusting deeper than usual.

You felt his hand rub on your lower stomach, out of concern you looked down, and oh god how guilty it looked. Your stomach was bulging. His tip kept on disappearing then reappearing, he was so so deep.

"Look how slutty you are, pup. Only this slutty for sir, aren't you?" Steve pointed out as his thrust were slowing down, but a rhythm still going on. The air was knocked out of you so much, that you couldn't even answer without letting whines out between your words.

Before you could even register his question, he took your right leg and tossed it over his shoulder. You were laying on your side as he started thrusting into you in an insane pace again. The tension reformed itself again. The AC was so useless, you were sweating like shit. Your tied up hands grabbed on the sheet tightly, not letting go anytime soon.

Finally, he announced that he was close and that he would come inside you. You just nodded as your eyes rolled back into your head. A groan escaped his lips as he finally released. The warm liquid filled you up so good, each corner was full. Right after you spurted your cum out too. Your vision was hazy, nothing was recognizable. He stopped moving, but did not pull out. You two stood like that for a while, pants left eachothers mouths as steve finally let out a giggle.

He pulls out as he looks at how the cum was rolling down your thigh so prettily, no effort in stuffing it back in. Your eyes closed as you laid your head on the side You heard a 'click!' sounds coming from steve, which sounded like his iphone camera. He was taking pictures of your fucked up state. Somehow he always loved taking pictures of the stuff he did and was proud of. This being one of it.

He unbuckled the belt around your wrist and threw the belt on the bed. He stood up and carried you in his arms, bridal style. His arms were soft and comfortable to be in. He still smelled good after that sweaty sex. You knew he was gonna bath you and make you all clean again, so you just decided to drift off to sleep till y'all were even in the bathroom.

A little nap in steve's big arms won't hurt

[sad-not-glad]

Sharing is Caring

Soft Dom! Steve x Sub! Bucky x Dom! reader

Warnings: smut!!!! Sm smut. Blowjobs. Mommy kink. Captain kink. MMF threesome. Anal. The list goes on.

Word count: 4198

A/N: I’m a slut for sub! Bucky. Always. This is a repost since I was fkn stupid and deleted my old account. Enjoy!

Your little apartment was quiet save for the soft sounds of the city waking up that drifted in from the window. Today was a cleaning day so you had woken up early, opened all the windows, and set to work. You intended to have the place spotless in time for your boyfriend’s return home. He had been called away on a last-second mission that you weren’t allowed to know the details of and he was due to return later that evening, just in time for date night. Knowing how tired he would be, you had planned a simple night in so he could relax and be pampered by your love. You’ve only just started the kitchen when there’s a soft knock at the door that pulls you from your cleaning induced stupor. Setting down the rag and cleaning spray you wiped your hands on your jeans as you made for the door. After a quick peep through the looking hole you clicked the lock and swung open the wood to reveal a face you knew very well.

Steve Rogers stood there, smiling lazily with his hands shoved in his pockets. Although you couldn’t deny how he shifted between his feet anxiously. “Hey Steve, everything okay?” He nodded, glancing past you into the apartment before answering. “Yeah, can we talk?”

“Well, that’s something.” You sit back against your couch as you cross your arms in thought. Steve sat nearby in the armchair you found a few months ago, playing with his fingers to avoid your questioning gaze. “Like I said, (Y/N), I really don’t want this to change anything. I just- I couldn’t keep being friends with you if you didn’t know. It wouldn’t be right.” You hummed, thoughts running wild as he waited anxiously for your response. It was an odd situation admittedly, but not all that surprising. Especially considering the conversations you and Bucky already had about the topic. And knowing Steve the way you did, this should have been expected. He was a good person and you knew that he was being honest with you out of the guilt he carried for deceiving you. At least he thought he had.

“Would you want things to change?” You sit forward, propping your head against your hand as you stare at him with wide, innocent eyes. It was an idea you had been brewing since the first mention of this from Bucky, and now seemed as perfect a time as any to put it into action. “What do you mean?” Steve clearly wasn’t expecting your answer to be that, but you could see the curiosity in his eyes when he shifted forward ever so slightly. “Things are different nowadays, Steve. Relationships are different. And I think we can work something out where all of us can be happy.”

He considered your words for a moment before squinting his eyes suspiciously. Was this some kind of test in his faith? If so, he was going to fail. “Like what?” The grin that spread across your lips was captivating, mischievous as you told him of your idea. The more you explained the harder he could feel himself blushing and by the end there was a considerable strain to his pants. His voice is weak when he finally finds the courage to respond. “That sounds… amazing.” Your eyes sparkle as you bite your lip and giggle at him. “Well I’m glad you think so. But in the meantime you’re going to help me clean, our boy deserves a tidy house to return to.” His face burns when you specifically emphasize the word ‘our.’ This was going to be a long day of waiting.

Bucky was exhausted. His joints ached and there was a sizable gash down his right bicep. All he wanted was to be home, surrounded by your warmth and love as he recovered mentally from his mission. Opening the door he was met with the warm smell of your home cooking and boisterous laughter floating from the kitchen. He let his bags fall with a soft thud as he kicked off his boots before following the sounds of voices. You stood at the stove, cooking something that smelled absolutely divine as Steve reclined against the counter next to you. Both of you were giggling at whatever had been said and it makes his heart warm to see the two people he loved most getting on so well together. Steve notices him first, greeting the man with a smile and a wave. “Heya Buck. How’d it go?” You turn away from the pans, walking over to wrap your arms tightly around his torso. He sighs, burning his face into your hair before responding to his friend. “It went to shit, I’m just happy to be home.” You leaned up on your toes to press a soft kiss against his cheek before retreating back to your cooking. With a quick glance at the clock and some mental math you deduce that he has enough time for a shower before you finish. “Why don’t you go clean up, baby? Dinner will be done by then.” He nodded softly, disappearing from the kitchen to do just that. A nice hot shower would help him out more than he was willing to admit right now.

When Bucky emerged, clean and in fresh clothes, the table had already been set with dinner. There were two large servings accompanied by your considerably smaller one, something you had grown used to over the years spent with your boyfriend. He could eat your entire kitchen bare and still be hungry, and that was a good day. So you always made sure to pile his plate high with food, doing the same for Steve. There’s little conversation as the three of you eat peacefully. Steve insists on doing the dishes, sending you and Bucky to the living room so you could choose something to watch on the TV. “You wanna watch Harry Potter again?” Bucky asks, sorting through your sizable DVD collection. You sit on the floor beside him, eyes scanning over the titles available as you thought. “Hm, you’ve seen that like three times now. Oh! What about this one, it’s about three sisters who are witches.” You pull Charmed from the stack, passing it over so he can look at the case. After a moment Bucky nods, handing it back to you with a smile. “Sounds like fun, dollface. Wanna go get some snacks while I set up?” That was one thing you thought was absolutely adorable when it came to Bucky. He had such a passion for learning about new technology and the internet. At first it was surprising but after hearing the stories of his fascination with sci-fi before the war it made more sense to you. With a soft peck to his stubble cheek you disappear back into the kitchen.

Steve is drying his hands, sink empty and dishes placed out on the rack to dry. You carefully step around him, grabbing out a bag of popcorn to microwave while you flitted around gathering other various things for your boys to munch on. Steve catches your eye and gives a curious nod of his head towards the door leading to the living room. You step forward and speak in a low voice so Bucky couldn’t overhear. “Second episode.” He nods in understanding, vanishing out to join your boyfriend while they wait for you to finish your own task. After dumping the bag of hot kernels into a bowl and gathering everything else in your arms you make your way back out to the two men. You unceremoniously drop everything onto the coffee table before plopping down on the sofa next to Bucky. His arm automatically comes to rest around your shoulders as he hits play and the DVD begins. The first episode passes normally, it’s about halfway through the second that Steve shifting on the other side of Bucky catches your attention. His gaze locks on to yours for just a moment and you smirk, tilting your head up to kiss along your lover’s jaw.

Bucky sighs, his hold around your shoulders tightening in warning as you nip softly below his ear. He was more than happy to kiss you stupid, but Steve was right there. He couldn’t do that to him. Not with the tension still running so high between the two men. It just wouldn’t be fair. You raise your hand, placing it gently over his chest as you slowly trail your lips over his neck. Your treading into dangerous territory right now and he can’t help the small whimper that tears from his lips when you latch onto the one sensitive spot where his neck meets his shoulder. There’s a pause where his heart drops as Steve sits forward, shame and guilt coursing through his veins. This wasn’t fair-

All of Bucky’s thoughts short circuit as the other man turns, bending down to copy your actions and smothering his best friend’s neck with soft kisses and bites. His whole body is vibrating, torn between confusion and absolute arousal. Your fingers trace a pace slowly down his abs and brush over the bulge in his sweatpants as Steve’s hand takes the place where yours just was. His breath is coming out in short pants as he fights to understand just what was happening. You give a soft chuckle, hand cupping over his dick and giving a soft squeeze as he groans out. “You gonna let us take care of you honey? Treat you nice the way you deserve?”

He stutters, unable to form a response as you tut softly in his ear. Steve had moved on to sucking deep marks against his skin, pulling back and lavishing his work with tender licks before moving to the next spot. And god, Bucky feels like he could explode. His wide eyes jump back and forth from you, his girlfriend, to Steve, the man he still loves. This had to be a dream, or some kind of sick joke the both of you were playing, right? Bucky’s eyes fought to stay open as you gently slipped your hand down past the elastic of his pants and boxers to finally grab ahold of his cock. You give him a few slow tugs before coming to a stop. When you speak your voice is clear and firm. “Bucky, baby, you want this?”

His eyes slide open as he turns to you in question. You answer him, already knowing what was going through his mind. “You wanna let me n’ Stevie love on you? You deserve it baby boy, and you can have anything you want.” Your soft prodding brings his mind back to reality as the situation crashes over him. He twitches painfully in your hand as he considers his options while Steve continues his journey down Bucky’s neck. After a few moments he gives a soft nod and you grin, tightening your grip around his cock. “Words, use them sweet boy.” He struggles for a moment before finally finding his voice. “Yes, mommy. Want it bad.” The moan Steve lets out against his skin is absolutely sinful. Neither of you were strangers to the kinkier side of the bedroom, it was something Bucky took in stride. He had spent so long being in power, even if someone was telling him what to do he was still fighting and killing. And being able to completely let go and lose himself in your safety and warmth was a welcome release from his chaotic and sometimes gruesome life.

“Okay my boy, we’re gonna treat you so good honey. You know your words?” He nods, head already clouding over as he lets himself go into that state of mind where the only thing that mattered was the pleasure you could bring him. And now Steve too.

“Yes ma’am. Platypus ma’am.” The blonde snorts and you can’t help but chuckle too as he raises a curious brow at you. “It works really well. It’s not something either of us would say normally so it’s very easy to tell something is wrong. But we’ve never had to use it, have we, my sweet boy?” He shakes his head lightly as you hum in approval. Being Bucky’s dom was not something you took lightly, and from your earlier conversations Steve understood the importance of the role as well. Of course he didn’t know the modern terms for everything but he understood the basics, revealing to you that neither of the men were new to the roles you had assumed so easily. You make eye contact with Steve and nod your head down to where your hand is stuffed down Bucky’s pants. “Wanna help out, Captain?” He eagerly reaches down, hand covering your own as Bucky gasps and throws his head against the back of the couch. It had been years for him so Steve let’s you guide him on what to do as he slowly re-acquaints himself with the other man’s glorious cock. Only a few moments later he's taking the lead and you move your hand down to fondle Bucky’s balls. He moans and whines as his hips jut up uncontrollable against your combined hands and their efforts.

Your other hand moves up to gently rest against the back of his neck, turning and guiding his head towards Steve’s awaiting lips. The kiss begins soft and slow but quickly grows heated. Your panties are quickly growing moist as you watch the two make out. It’s sloppy and all tongues and teeth as Bucky lets out little whimpers into Steve’s mouth, who happily swallows them down. You increase your efforts, fingers slowly slipping back to softly rub against the furl of his tight hole. Bucky comes with a sharp cry as you gently press down, hips jerking into Steve’s hand as he sprays ropes of this hot cum against the fabric of his boxers. You both slow to give him a moment to catch his breath, Steve keeping him locked in a now softer kiss as you resumed your ministrations across his neck. Once Bucky has recovered you slide from the couch to stand before the two men.

“Sweet boy, how are you feeling?” His eyes are glossy and his lips are swollen, the front of his sweats stained with his cum. A second passes before he answers. “So good, mommy.” You smile, leaning down to gently brush your hand through his hair. “Do you wanna keep going baby? Or are you too tired?” He shakes his head, face heating up with humiliation as he struggles for words. “Want it, mommy.” You hum, gently tugging on his hair as he gasps and moans. “What do you want, baby? I told you to use your words.” He stutters and his skin is quickly darling into a beautiful scarlet color. “I want… both of you? Both of you, I want you both.” He stumbles over his words, shame burning through his veins as you smile reassuringly at him. “Oh sweet boy, you think you can take it?” He nods insistently and Steve’s chuckle rumbles across his skin. “Alright then. You know what to do, go make yourself look pretty for us on the bed.” Bucky shoots up from the couch and rushes away to do as told. Steve casually raises from the couch and you both take the moment to discuss your next plans. “I know you guys have been pretty intense in the past but you remember what I told you earlier?” He nods, running over your conversation in his mind. You had explained to him the formalities of domination and submissives, gone into detail about how Bucky responded to subspace and how to care for him. Steve straightened up confidently before responding. “Of course. I only want him to feel good.” You smile warmly, gently petting his shoulder with an understanding nod. “I know you do Stevie. You’ll do an amazing job. Ready to go take care of our boy?”

“Lead the way, mommy.” He’s teasing you, in a friendly way of course. You roll your eyes and smirk. “Behave, Captain. We don’t wanna overwhelm Bucky just yet.” He hums in understanding as you lead the way back to the bedroom. Bucky is sitting on his knees in the middle of the bed, stripped nude with his hands clasped patiently behind his back. He truly is a sight to behold. You make your way over to the bed casually, reaching down to trace his jaw. “How do you wanna do this, honey? We wanna take it at your pace.” His eyes flick between the two of you as he tries desperately to find the words needed in the moment. “Want… can I have Steve, mommy? Please?” You tut once again, gripping his soft hair and tugging his hair back harshly. “What did you call him?” You can hear Steve swallow thickly as he watches Bucky’s breath pick up and his cock twitch softly against his abs where it’s straining. Bucky rushes to correct himself. “Captain! I wan’ captain.” You let up on your hold in his hair and softly smooth your hand over his neck. “Good job. Where do you want him, sweet boy?” He’s shaking with humiliation but you know he loves it, loves when you force him to explain exactly what he wants. The burn of shame was delicious, cutting into the overwhelming pleasure coursing through his veins. “I want… can I have his cock, mommy? I wanna feel him inside me, been so long.” Glancing over your shoulder at Steve you take note of his wide pupils and prominent bulge. “I dunno baby. Why don’t you ask your Captain yourself?” The blonde licks his lips, eyes watching Bucky intensely as he steps forward while tugging down the button and fly of his pants. Bucky gently raises his eyes to meet his gaze, face burning as he asks for what he so desperately needed.

“I want your cock, Captain. Can I have it, please?” You watch Steve nod, pulling himself out of his jeans as Bucky practically drooled. “Where do you want it?” He whimpers, too enamored by the arousal thrumming through his veins to reply. You chuckle, coming behind Bucky on the bed so you can wrap your arms around his chest from the back. “You want it in your mouth sweet boy? Or do you want him to fuck that pretty little ass?” They both moan out at your filthy words, Steve slowly jerking himself as Bucky fights for an answer. Both options sounded absolutely heavenly, but he knew he could only have one at a time. So-

“My ass, want it in my ass, Captain.” You coo softly, guiding your boy to gently lean back against your chest as you reach down to spread his legs. Steve places one knee on the bed, leaning down and swallowing Bucky’s soft gasps and moans into his mouth. While the two settled into another sloppy make out session you quickly reached back to grab the bottle of lube from the bedside stand. A short moment later your fingers are covered in slick and pressing softly against the ring of muscle hidden between Bucky’s full cheeks. His moan is absolutely broken as you gently push your finger in, only up to the first knuckle. Slowly you begin to work him open while sucking dark hickeys over the back of his neck. Steve pulls back to shift his weight fully onto the bed, eyes trailing down to watch as Bucky greedily swallowed your fingers. The sight was enough to make him throb painfully. With gently pushes you gradually work your entire finger past his hole before adding a second gently. Tears begin to fall from Bucky’s pretty eyes and Steve makes quick work of licking the salty treat away. You sigh softly, enjoying the show so much that for a moment you almost forgot that you were the one calling the shots. You had a fleeting thought of a super soldier sandwich and happily tucked it away in your mind for later. Tonight was about your baby boy, after all.

“Are you ready honey? Think you’re nice and stretched for Captain’s dick?” He nods feverishly, head tipping back against your shoulder as he grinds down against your fingers. There’s a soft squish as you pull your hand away, wiping your fingers off on his thigh. Steve shuffled closer with cock in hand but doesn’t seem to be in any kind of rush. He takes his time, tracing the fat tip from Bucky’s balls down over his quivering hole. Ever so gently he pushes forward and groans lowly as his tip is accepted easily. You gently skim your hands across your boyfriend’s chest as he quivers, eyes squeezed shut and lip caught tightly between his teeth. He’s whining and rocking down, trying so hard to chase the delicious burn of his Captain’s heavy prick forcing him open. It takes a decent amount of time but finally Steve is able to bottom out, holding himself tightly against Bucky’s hips as he fights to resist the urge to absolutely ruin the man underneath him. He gives a soft thrust and you grin and Bucky’s debauched moan of pure pleasure. “Oh! Please, Captain!” He was always so cute when he got needy and whiny like this. Making eye contact with the other man you reach out to pull him forward by his shirt. Spurred on by the heat of the moment your lips meet and Bucky feels tears burn his eyes at the sight as his cock grows impossibly harder. He had never seen something so sexy before. Steve sets up a slow, deep pace as he continues to keep you locked in a lazy kiss. Your attention is pulled away by the soft cries of your boyfriend as you both look over to his face. He’s absolutely ruined already, tears streaming his face as he writhes against the pleasure. Steve seems to get off on the sight as he picks up his pace which only serves to push Bucky even further into his pleasure filled haze.

“Does that feel good, baby boy? Huh?” You can tell that Bucky is drawing close to his release. His eyes are unfocused as he gasps and moans while his face shines with fat tears. Slipping your hand down between their bodies you grab ahold of him and within three sharing tugs he’s cumming with a loud sob, and it’s absolutely gorgeous. Steve’s pace continues for a few more moments before he pulls back with a strangled groan as he begins to fist his cock rapidly. After another moment he also manages to reach his climax, releasing thick spurts over your boyfriend with a soft hiss. A heavy silence fills the room as both men fight to catch their breath while you slyly raise your hand up to your mouth, sucking down the now combined taste of them both. Gently you shift to the side and guide Bucky down onto his back so he can recover before slipping from the bed in search of a wet cloth. When you return from the bathroom the two have curled against each other while Steve peppers small kisses all over the brunette’s face as he mumbles soft confirmations of his love. Bucky is clearly still floating on air as you make quick work of cleaning them both with a gentle hand. Cleaned and thuroughly fucked through you leave them one last time to flick off the light before joining them both in bed. Together in a mess of limbs and warm kisses the three of you fall asleep.

When Bucky wakes up it takes him several long seconds to remember what had happened the night before. The bed is empty but still warm. Carefully he plays his feet on the floor, hissing softly when he stands as a stab of pain cuts through his backside. It all comes crashing down on him then, the memories of being pressed between the two people he loved the most. He pulls on a pair of clean pajamas for the dresser before padding out into the hallway.

There’s soft music playing from your record player, something old that he remembers hearing before the war. He catches sight of you and Steve in the kitchen, giggling and talking quietly as you both made breakfast. He watched as you leant up, kissing the blonde’s cheek before returning to the pancakes you had to flip. He enters the kitchen quietly as he steps behind you to peek over your shoulder. Steve notices and shoots him a smile that makes his stomach flutter.

“Morning Buck. Sleep well?”

He blinks, thinking for a moment before he nods.

“Yeah, the best sleep I’ve had in seventy years.”

He didn’t need to explain why, you both knew. And that was probably the best part of this entire thing, the silent understanding shared between the three of you. You press a soft kiss to his lips and when you pull away Steve takes your place, claiming Bucky’s lips as his own for another sweet peck. Yeah, Bucky though absentmindedly, he could get used to this.

[sarahowritesostucky]

📖"Worth The Wait"

Rated: Mature

Pairing: Steve x Bucky x reader

Tags: soulmate au, Dom/sub au, age difference (26/34), sub reader, soft!dom Steve, bossy!dom Bucky, soulmarks, angst/comfort, stalking, grinding, virginity kink

Summary: When you find out what the two of them have been hiding from you all these years - and more importantly, what they've been depriving you of - you don't react well. You may be a submissive and they may be two Doms with whom your relationship runs deep, but you just cannot with these two idiots. Not this time.

"Please just wait a second. You're overreacting! Come on, Doll, won'tcha just let us expl-"

You whirl around at the nickname, furious. "No!" You reach up to smack away the hand that was reaching for you—Bucky's hand. He looks so hurt by it, and you grit your teeth, mad at him for his audacity to act hurt over this. "Don't call me that," you grit out, face red from how high your blood pressure currently is (and the crying, though you're doing your best to push that back until you can get away from them).

"Sweetie—"

"No! I said shut up!" You glare daggers at him. "You don't get to call me that anymore."

"Honey ..."

"And neither do you!" you snap, turning the daggers on Steve. You point at him, then Bucky, jabbing each of them once in their chests with your finger. "I'm not your 'Honey', I'm not your 'Sweetie'. I'm the girl whose life you've ruined for the past twelve years, and you don't get to act like you care about me now!"

Bucky sighs like you're being unreasonable, and that pisses you off even more than him acting hurt over it had. "Doll, come on. It's not that big of a—"

"God! Just stop!" You turn back to your apartment door and shakily get your keys out and fit the right one to the lock, your angry tears about to burst out of you from frustration when you fumble a few times before getting it open. You feel the heat of the two of them at your back and you push the door inward and take a step in, then turn back around to face them—they're closer, right at the threshold. "Get back," you say tersely, body tensing up at the threat that they might follow you in. You can't take that right now. You need to be alone. You have to process this.

"Come on, Peach. Just let us explain, please. Let's talk about this."

Goddamn him. It's like he's trying to use up his whole repertoire of pet names just to spite you. "There's nothing to talk about!" You grab the edge of the door and push it to slam it shut in their faces, but Bucky's metal hand comes up and stops it from closing completely.

His expression is harder now, his voice lower as he gives you a stern look. "Don't shut us out, Peach."

You huff, sick and tired of his superior attitude. Normally, you like the way he coddles you, talks down to you, calls you pet names—it makes you feel special and warm—but not today. Today you just found out that Stucky (as you refer to the pair of them) are your soulmates—both of them. That's rare but not unheard of. They're both Doms, after all, so it only figured that one or both of them was eventually going to get the tingle for some sub, somewhere, someday. And now you know it's you.

That's not what you're mad about, though. Your stomach had dropped right out when Bucky admitted that he and Steve have known about this for twelve years. Twelve fucking years! And then Steve had the nerve to tell you that they've been tag teaming as "chaperones" (read: stalkers) for the entirety of your dating life—ever since you were fourteen and started going out with Jimmy Bollinger in the ninth grade.

You get sicker the more you think about it: all those fumbled relationships, all those boys (and later, men) who seemed to like you so much, and then who suddenly lost interest; all those times when a Bumble match would stand you up, or when a few kisses and seemingly fantastic dates led to a sudden ghosting. Now you know why. Steve and Bucky have been "handling" (read: intimidating) them out of your sphere for over an entire decade!

You can't even begin to process the betrayal you feel, how confused and upset this makes you. You feel like your best friends have just played the cruelest trick ever, and you can't let them come into your apartment now because you know if you do, they'll just Dom (read: bully) the upset out of you and that is not what you want. It's not what you need. You need to cry and vent and rage. You need to call Wanda over and drink more vodka than Stucky would ever allow you to. So no, you can't let them in.

You sneer at Bucky's hand on the door and his superior expression. "Take your fucking hand off my fucking door, right fucking now, Barnes," you warn, absolutely fed up with him and totally showing it on your stone cold face.

For a second, his eyes narrow and he looks like he'll fight you on it. But Steve puts a hand on his shoulder and says quietly, "Babe," addressing Bucky as his husband. You clench your teeth and glare Bucky down. His features pinch as if it's physically painful for him to respect your wishes, but he does pull back—which, unbeknownst to him, saves him from a swift punch to the face. He opens his mouth like he'll say something else, continue arguing that you shouldn't be upset at them, but before he can, you slam the door shut in their faces, rapidly locking it and throwing the deadbolt once it's closed.

You stand there, immediately breaking into the tears you were trying so desperately to hold back in front of them, both palms flat on the door and then your forehead resting between them as all the anger inside you suddenly collapses into sorrow.

How could they do this to you?!

You hear them talking from the other side of the door, though it's muffled. They sound frustrated, talking to each other, arguing back and forth in low, hissed voices. You can't make all of their words out, but you do hear Steve scolding Bucky for his aggressiveness, and then Bucky sniping back about Steve being too soft.

"Now she'll never come outta there," he complains to Steve. "She needs us! We need to talk to her, hold her! We need to explain—"

"—You think I don't know that?! Think I don't want her in my arms just as bad as you do?!"

You scoff at the back and forth of their arguing and pull away from the door, not wanting to hear it. You stomp back to your bedroom and slam the door shut, hard, hoping they hear it from out in the hall. You toss your purse on the bed, then yourself. You let yourself break down completely and just sob into your pillow for a while; hot, angry, devastated tears wetting the pillowcase and making you snotty and miserable as you think about the joke they've made of you all these years.

Every single time, you think, horrified as the realization sinks deeper and deeper with the more memories you drag up and examine. From Jimmy in ninth grade, from high school crushes and a ruined prom night, through all your college boyfriends and after-college boyfriends, all the way up to your third date/breakup with Derrick today: All of it has been because of them.

You'd thought there was something wrong with you; that you were a bad kisser, or not that pretty, not thin enough or not toned enough, not smart or interesting enough. You'd angsted over whether maybe you talked too much about heavy topics on first dates, or didn't give off a heavy enough sub vibe—or too much of a sub vibe. All these years trying so desperately to improve yourself, to make yourself lovable, and it turns out that Steve and Bucky were chasing away any chance you had at love in the first place.

You break down for a while in your room, crying and fuming and crying some more, utterly devastated at their betrayal. Eventually the tears run out, and instead you just get really, really angry.

The audacity of them! You remember the scene from earlier, when you'd bumped into them outside the restaurant where Derrick had cautiously told you that he "wasn't ready for a relationship," and that "it was him, not you." You'd left, managing not to cry despite how dejected you'd felt, so sure that it was you (again), and found Bucky and Steve standing there, looking like they'd been waiting for it to happen.

Steve had looked nervous, Bucky less so. He'd been the one to comfort you as you all walked back towards the building you shared. He'd told you that the guy didn't deserve you anyway, that you were too good for him—all the usual platitudes that did only a little to heal the hurt of another rejection. You hadn't thought much of how they'd just been there outside the restaurant, chalking it up to coincidence at first.

God, you felt so stupid now! All these years and you've never seen it. You lay there in your bed and replay that evening in your mind, going back to the moment it'd happened:

"Just tell her," Steve says, once you've reached the stoop in front of your building.

"Tell me what?"

Bucky takes a deep breath and puts both hands on your shoulders as he looks in your eyes and gently confesses, "It's us, Doll. We're the reason why none of your relationships have really worked out." He glances over at Steve, and the two of them share a knowing look, before he turns back to you and the both of them stare you down. "We've been waiting for you."

You get a sinking sense of dread right away, even though you don't understand what he means. "What?" You lift your hands to cover his on your shoulders, intending to push them off, but he only curls his fingers more firmly there. "What are you saying?"

"We're your soulmates, Honey," Steve says, while Bucky nods. "We have been for ... well ... since you were fourteen." He kind of winces when he says it, and you gape for a full five seconds before you manage to squeak,

"What?!"

Bucky leads you over to the bench that sits in front of your building, urging you down to sit between them. Their big bodies crowd you in from either side, pressing up against you, but for the first time in your life, it doesn't feel like safety. "No," you whimper, looking back and forth between them to try and see that this is just a mean joke. "You don't ... you aren't ..." Steve nods seriously, and you feel your breath leave you. "You can't be. I mean, not all this time? You knew? And you didn't ... you knew you were my ..."

"Yeah, your soulmates, Honey." Steve puts his hand on top of your thigh, giving a gentle squeeze that you suppose is meant to be comforting. "It's a good thing, yeah?"

You shudder, humiliated. "How could you?"

They share a confused look, mistaking your meaning and each of them answering simultaneously:

"We have your Words."

"We felt it happen."

You scoff. "I mean: how could you do this to me?!"

They both look shocked that you're so upset about it. They hold you still to keep you sitting on the bench between them when you try to get up. "Hold on, Doll. Let us explain."

"Explain? Explain?!"

"We were just protecting you, Hon, until you got a little older, until you were ready." Steve is so coaxing, so sweet like he always is, and Bucky hums and pets your arm as he acknowledges that what Steve is saying is the truth.

“But we watched out for you.”

“What? What does that mean?”

“We had to look after you,” Steve explains, like it’s common sense. “Couldn’t let any of those guys get serious with you, you know?”

“... Oh my god,” you whisper. Neither one of them seems to pick up on the horror that's dawning on you, as you realize the full scope of the situation. "Since I was ... f-fourteen?" you say, beginning to hyperventilate, thinking of all the not-quite-boyfriends of so many years, the canceled dates, the ghosted texts, the "I'm not ready for this" excuses.

You're ... you're still a virgin because of these two!

New strength enters your body and you surge to your feet, breaking through their hold on you. You turn to them with angry tears already building up behind your eyes. This is unbelievable! How could they do this to you? "How?!" you demand, voice wavering with emotion. "Show me."

They each pull down on the necklines of their tee shirts, stretching the fabric to reveal the top swells of their left pecs. And there, just underneath their left collarbones, are the matching marks:

You guys are complete idiots, you do realize this?

The Words on their skin are in that odd shade of muted red that everyone's Words are in—like an old scar that never quite healed—and you stare, unable to breathe for a couple of seconds. You must've called them "idiots" and "dumbasses" a thousand times over the years, but the second you see their marks, you somehow know the exact instance when you'd said those words; the memory of the encounter playing out in your mind as clear as if it were right there in front of you on a tv screen.

You flounder for a bit as you try to make sense of it, to somehow make what they're telling you less awful. "So you've ... you've just been ruining my dates for ... for ten years?!"

Neither of them look prepared for this reaction from you. "Well ... twelve," Steve grimaces. "But it was 'cause we knew—"

"Because you knew and didn't tell me! Why didn't you tell me?!"

"Sweetie, just calm down for a sec. This is good news. We were trying to protect you."

You turn all your anger on Bucky at that point, incensed. "Protect me?!"

You don't miss the way that his eyes harden, how he squares his jaw and gives you a firm, "Yes. To protect you." You scoff, and he leans forward and grabs your wrist and tugs you back to the bench, but you land ungracefully in his lap and he wraps his arms around your middle so that you can't escape, your back pressed tightly to his chest.

"Let me go!"

"No. You're going to sit still like a good girl and hear us out," he says, using his Dominant tone, and you freeze at hearing it. Bucky and Steve never intone with you. They're your friends. They're respectful. Sure, there's always been a small degree of sexual tension present between you, but they're married, they're Stucky, and they've always been platonic with you. Always! Bucky's breath hits warm against your scalp and the shell of your ear as he tries to calm you down. "You were too young at fourteen, Doll," he says, still speaking sternly but also compassionately. "Can't you understand that?"

Steve nods along in agreement. "You weren't ready to be tied down to someone. You weren't ready to be Dommed, and you sure as hell weren't ready for intimacy of any kind."

"Intimacy?" you sneer, struggling and failing against the strength of Bucky's arms. "Like I'd have any clue what that is, huh? I'm twenty-six goddamn years old and I've never gotten past second base! I thought there was something wrong with me. And now I find out, after all these years of angsting, that it's because you two have been cock blocking me?!"

"Calm down," Bucky growls in your ear—another Dominant order, just as Steve says,

"Sweetheart, please ..."

To your great shame, you have a physical reaction to Bucky's hold on you: his strong arms restraining you and his scruff brushing against your neck and his Dominant tone seeping into your brain—and Steve's coaxing entreaties coming from the side don't help. It's not under your control, how your clit pulses and your panties get a little wet spot from all that stimulation. You are a submissive, after all, and this is Bucky doing this to you. How many times have you thought about it? How many nights spent lying in bed have you brought him to mind, or him and Steve to mind, as you've slipped a hand down your belly and—

No, you think, shutting those thoughts off in anger. You're not going to go soft for them now. They can't get away with this.

You've been crying at this point, a few tears escaping down your cheeks like firebrands, only increasing your humiliation. And of course Steve coos and leans in to wipe them away. "Hey, heey, Honey. It's okay. We're here now."

You jerk away from him like his hands are poison and you hiss, "Don't touch me."

Steve's hand falls away, his face so full of concern. "Honey ..." he laments.

"No. Don't call me that. Don't touch me." You squirm hard in Bucky's arms again, and when he doesn't let you go you huff and turn to Steve. "Make him let me go. Now."

Your gaze must be murderous, because after a brief hesitation, Steve reluctantly convinces Bucky to let go of you. You immediately get to your feet and storm off, hurrying into the apartment building and towards the elevator, the two men following at your back. "Leave me alone!"

They catch up to you at the elevator before the doors can fully shut, Bucky glaring and Steve wincing as they block the doors and force their way inside. "Please," Steve says, begging you to understand. "It was for your own good."

Wrong thing to say. You go to jab the button for your floor and cross your arms, keeping yourself away from them—and well out of Bucky's reach. Bucky pushes the button for his and Steve's floor, too (it's just below yours), and then swipes his hand over the buttons for every other floor. You hiss and whirl around. "Christ. Real mature, Bucky."

"We need the time to talk."

"You could have told me!"

"We wanted you to have your freedom, Hon," Steve pleads. His kind tone only makes you angrier.

"Freedom?! How is that freedom? Freedom to do what? to spend years trying to find a connection with someone and fail? to figure that it must be me; that I'm, I dunno, overestimating myself? to convince myself I'm a seven and then decide that I must really only be, like, a solid four 'cause no one wants me?"

"The fuck?" Bucky growls and steps forward. "You're gorgeous." But he says it like a chastisement instead of a compliment, and you're far too angry to take any compliments from him, anyway.

"Fuck you!"

"Is that what you would've preferred?" he says darkly. "Hm? Because we were twenty-four back then, already out of college. And you were fourteen fucking years old, Sweetheart." You blush and avert your eyes, and Bucky nods, vindicated. "You really think two grown-ass men were gonna come busting in when you were still practically a kid? Take advantage of you in your prissy little ballerina bedroom? Hm? Pop your cherry on that sweet lacy duvet?"

"Buck," Steve complains.

It's a mean assessment, but it's accurate, and you suddenly hate that Bucky knows what your childhood bedroom back at your parents' apartment looks like. "No," you answer him tightly. "But you should've told me, not stalked me for twelve fucking years to make sure I never get laid!" You're still blushing as you say the words, but Steve looks a little ashamed, so you're glad you did.

At their floor, they try to coax you out into the hallway to go home with them like you've done so many times in the past, but you stay in the elevator and jab at the close door button, trying to shut them out. No such luck.

"Where do you think you're going?" Bucky asks as he steps back on, Steve right behind. You back up until you hit the elevator's wall, nowhere to go. Bucky crowds you in while Steve stands beside you. They both look a little less apologetic now and a little more ... well, dominant.

"Home," you say, meaning for the word come out assertive. Instead it comes out timid and you nearly cringe at yourself. "M'going home. Alone."

Bucky raises an eyebrow. "Oh is that so?" The way he says it is dark and dangerous and smooth as satin. It makes your pulse quicken—but not in fear.

"Bucky," you breathe, trying to move to get around him, but they both block you in. "Ugh! Let me go."

They don't allow it. Bucky shoves his knee forward, forcing your legs to part. You gasp and he moves closer, pressing, holding you in place with his thick thigh wedged up against your clothed cunt. He rests his weight through his hand against the wall, right next to your head. Then, holding eye contact and with his lips parted, expression intent, he grinds his thigh forward.

You make an embarrassing 'yip' of a sound, and his eyes darken. You've never seen him look like that—not at you. It makes something nervous and desperate begin to gather in your belly. "Stop," you say, trying so hard to make your voice firm. You push against his chest, mad that he's using his dominance to bring out your submission. You've never subbed for Bucky or Steve—or anyone, really. At least nobody you care about. Since you've been unable to gain a sexual partner all these years, you've always used the services provided by Pro Doms - their platonic services, because no way in hell were you ever going to sign up to lose your virginity in a glorified medical clinic.

"Just relax for me," Bucky intones, nearly purring the words down at you. "Let us take you home and talk this out, huh?"

You whine at the increasing tug in your belly, embarrassed. "Don't–don't do that," you stammer, turning your head away from him. "S'not fair."

Bucky hums, pleased, but Steve clears his throat and then you hear him murmuring, "Buck, let her go. You can't force this. It isn't right."

You breathe a sigh of relief when Bucky pulls back from you, removing the pressure from between your legs. You have to fight the urge to put your hand down there, or to try and rub your thighs together. His big thigh pushed up between your legs had felt so good, and now it's gone.

"You liked that," Bucky says smugly, eyes gleaming. "Admit it. That made you wet just now, didn't it?"

You're scowling as Steve is once again chastising his husband for his crude comments. "Buck! Come on, man."

"Like I'd ever get turned on by you," you snap, hands balled into fists so you don't try to hit him again. "You're like my brother. Gross!"

It's not true. Not even a little bit. But you can tell that it gets under Bucky's skin, that it bothers him, so you sneer at him all the more and jab the button for your floor. The elevator moves up. Bucky's not intoning anymore, so that tugging in your belly fades away and your anger resurfaces, only this time it's even worse. You scowl at him and step forward, shoving him in the chest with your full might.

He barely moves, and when you shove him again and again, he only moves back by a small step, keeping his balance and leering at you because it's obvious how weak you are and how strong he is—and he knows that as a sub, you can't help but like that.

"Ugh!" You're ready to cry again, so mad and so humiliated by what they've done to you. "I hate you!"

"Don't say that, Honey," Steve mourns, still so fucking kind that you can hardly stand him any better than Bucky.

"Fuck you too, Steven," you snap, groaning in relief when the elevator finally 'dings' at your floor and the doors open. You step out and hurry down the hall towards your apartment, knowing that they're following you.

Which leads us all the way back to you, crying and fuming in your bedroom; and Bucky and Steve, ostensibly locked out in the hallway. You have no idea how long they loiter out there, but you're too afraid to open the door and check. You turn on your tv for background noise and make tea, checking the peep hole occasionally, but you can’t hear them talking anymore. If they are out there, they're making sure to stay out of eyeshot.

You huff at your own paranoia when you pull back from the most recent peephole check. You don't need to be doing this. You've already spent forty minutes crying, over an hour fuming, and another hour cry-fuming less vigorously over a few cups of tea. It's time to call for reinforcements.

"Wanda? Hey. I need you to come over for a girls' night."

Wanda, ever perceptive, can hear your clogged sinuses through the phone. She asks.

You sniffle and admit, "No, it's not good. Bring Nat if she's free. And plenty of Vodka."

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𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐤 | 18+

Summary: Steve has been away on a mission with the rest of the Avengers for about three weeks. As much as you miss him, this has given you the confidence to be bold. You start teasing him, first with some sexts but then you begin to send pictures. You've even started being bratty to him. You knew he'd be away for longer so it was nice to not have consequences for your actions. That's until Steve comes home earlier than expected and needs to teach you a lesson.

Characters: dom!Steve x bratty sub!fem!reader

Warnings: praise but also degradation but also its praise to yk?, oral (male receiving), fucking the attitude out of the reader, unprotected p in v sex, nipple play, edging, Nicknames (baby, princess, slut, good girl), Hair pulling

A/N: as always, this isn't proofread so forgive me fo any mistakes.

𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐃𝐍𝐈

Steve always had control over you in the sexual aspects of your life. Not that you didn't love it. But ever since he'd been away on an almost month-long mission, you've been getting bold.

You started with sexting. It was always fun and Steve loved it, though he preferred being with you. Then you moved on to pictures, those were definitely a favorite for Steve. You'd send him the pictures in times you knew he'd punish you for later.

Of course, you loved not having consequences for your actions. Steve would be gone for another week or two at least and by then you'd stop all the teasing and brattiness and he'd forgive you.

What you didn't know, was Steve had other plans. He may have told a little white lie when he was coming back from his mission. The truth was, he was already done. He'd just flown in and the team went their separate ways, each to relax and unwind from another stressful mission.

Steve had other plans. Relaxing would come after he fucked that attitude out of you.

You have just sent another picture, this one was of you arched on the bed. You are wearing the lingerie set Steve bought you. It's a gorgeous dark blue with lace.

You didn't even hear the door open, or Steve's footsteps coming towards your shared bedroom.

"Why don't you show me how you took this photo," Steve's voice startles you. You spin around and look at him with a shocked expression. You didn't expect him to be home so soon, especially not today.

The phone in his hand had the picture you just sent, pulled up on the screen. You giggled nervously, Steve towered over you. You definitely regretted having an attitude towards him now.

"I didn't expect you for two more weeks," You say, trying to change the subject. Steve places his phone on the vanity and steps right up to you. You look up at him, a blush covering your cheeks.

"You've been such a good girl lately," Steve starts, his hand caressing your cheek. "Why be a brat now?" He puts his left hand on your waist and pulls you closer to him. "Hm? You wanted my attention, didn't you? Well, you have it now baby."

You try to speak but nothing comes out. Steve's hand on your waist is slowly getting lower and his other hand is in your hair. You try to move but he clicks his tongue in disappointment.

"I'll be good now," You whisper, looking at his lips and then at his eyes. He chuckles and pulls your hair, causing your head to be tugged back.

"No. Bad girls deserve punishment, don't they?" Steve presses his lips against your neck, his teeth slowly scraping against your skin before placing soft kisses down. He kisses up your chin till he reaches your lips.

"I think I have a few punishments in mind." You push your head forward, trying to kiss Steve. He pulls your hair more, it doesn't hurt but you know he's doing it to stop you.

You could already feel the wetness in your panties. Steve knew exactly how to turn you on and you found yourself slightly excited for what he had in store for you.

Steve pushes you onto the bed, your back hits the sheets and before you can even move, he's on top of you. He's kissing down your chest, stopping right at the top of your panties.

He flips you over, your back is facing him and you can feel his warm fingers slide up and down your back. It sends shivers down your spine. Steve smirks, unhooking your bra and slipping off your panties. He turns you back over, stepping back to observe your body.

He's missed you since he's been gone. This was one of the things he missed most, seeing you on the bed naked. You were watching his moves trying to guess what he was going to do to you. It was no secret Steve loved to punish you, but this time you had gone further than any time before. You tested his patience and he was ready to give you what you wanted.

You watch him undress, you can already see his hard cock outlined through his boxers. Once he pulled those off, you could almost see the throbbing of it. He hadn't cum since before he left on that mission. You were in for it now.

"You like what you see?" Steve pulls you off the bed and makes you get on your knees in front of him. He looks down at you, caressing your face and pushing his thumb into your mouth. You instinctively wrap your lips around it and suck on it.

His cock hovers over your face as he pulls his hand away. You don't move, you just look up at him. "You're so pretty when you are on your knees for me."

"It's a shame you are a little slut, now suck." He moves closer and his cock hits your lips. You open up and let it slide into your mouth. You pressed your hands against his thighs as you pushed his full length into your mouth. When it hit the back of your throat, you pulled back and began to mimic those moves over and over.

Steve's hands grabbed the back of your head, pushing it down to the base of his cock and letting you gag on it for a few seconds before pulling back and thrusting forward again. He moans as your warm throat tightens around his cock.

He pulls away, trying not to let himself cum right away. He had a whole night planned for you. "Get on the bed baby."

You listen to him and climb onto the bed, your back on the sheets once again. Steve leans over you and starts to kiss your chest, focusing on your nipples. His teeth graze over them and you let out a moan. He smirks as he does it again, this time slightly biting down onto your nipple.

A wave of pleasure goes through your body with every small bite. Your nipples were very sensitive and he knew exactly what to do. He pulls away and kisses his way to your other nipple, his right hand making its way to the nipple he just left.

His hand fondles with your nipple as he focuses on the other. The pleasure course through you, causing you to moan and throw your head back.

He pulls away, taking the pleasure with him. You watch him as he spreads your legs, his lips connect with your skin. He kisses up your leg, stopping at the top of your thighs.

You let a whine escape your lips, frustrated by him continuously stopping. "Steve, what are you doing?" You question, your hands reaching down and running through his hair.

"Teasing you baby, you don't like it too much huh?" Steve smirks, he stands up, and presses his cock against your entrance. He leans down, his body pressed against yours, his cock staying in the same place.

"If you cum, you'll be punished," he whispers in your ear, thrusting into you. He stays inside of you like that, letting you adjust.

Now you knew what he was doing, he was edging you. You couldn't cum unless he said so and you knew the punishments would just make it harder not to.

"Fuck!" you moan out as he starts thrusting into you. His hands go up and down the sides of your body. You press your lips against him and he kisses you roughly. His tongue pushes into your mouth and he moans.

Steve's cock pounds into you harder when he pulls away from the kiss. He presses his hands onto your legs, spreading them wider. He looks down at you, your head is pushed back into the sheets.

He loves how he makes you feel, especially since you are so vocal about it. Your moans echo in the room, you reach up to your chest and pinch your nipples.

Steve groans, watching you as you play with your breasts. He pulls out and flips you over, pulling your ass towards him. He pushes his cock back into your pussy and grabs a handful of your hair.

He pulls your head back, your hair in his hands and you moan making him pound into you faster. He uses his other hand to slap your ass, a reminder of what will happen if you cum.

You can feel the pressure build up in your stomach. You were so close to an orgasm and Steve knew that. He pulls your hair back harder and leans close to your face.

"Don't cum," He warns, kissing your neck and pushing your head into the sheets. Steve thrusts one last hard time and you feel his cum release into you. You grip the sheets, feeling the pressure slowly go away.

"Good girl," Steve kisses down your back, pulling his cock out and watching the cum fall out of your hole.

You turn around and reach down to your clit, your fingers desperately trying to create some pleasure to come back. Steve slaps your hand away, shaking his head and giving you a look.

"No touching yourself." He grabs his boxers, pulls them on, and climbs into bed with you.

"That's not fair," You try to protest. His arms wrap around you to pull you to his chest.

"Being a tease was not fair," he replies, causing you to huff and lay your head on his chest.

"Fine, don't expect any more pictures anytime soon." His hands rub your back and he chuckles.

"Why have pictures when I can fuck the real thing?"

"Fuck you," You joke, giggling at his response.

"You just did sweetheart."

[sebstan2020]

Companion

Chapter 4

Summary: Mary-Katherine or Merricat was an omega. By blood, she would always be an omega. Her alpha Steve was the best alpha she could ever ask for. Kind, generous and made her feel all sorts of things. Life was perfect for her. But when Steve one day says he’s bringing his friend James Bucky Barnes, another alpha, into their household, things turn upside down for her and she has to be a companion for not only one alpha but two who both have very different expectations.

Pairings: Steve Rogers/James Bucky Barnes/Orignal Female Character

Warnings: Smut, Dom/Sub, Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Light Bondage, Vaginal Sex, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Knotting, Blow Jobs, Dominance, Submission, Discipline, Punishment, Praise Kink, Breeding Kink

Merricat felt the sun warm her bare stomach that peaked from the duvet that had flung from her body, only her bottom half being covered. It was warm and cosy and with the addition of arms and legs wrapped around her, she was in bliss. She tucked in the middle of the king-sized bed, hair all over the place, lips plump but dry and cracked under the hot air. Her skin was warm to the touch and soft. She woke gently to the early morning, sun shining bright through the gap in the curtain and brightening the room. She looked beside her, seeing her two alphas soundly asleep. Steve's back was turned towards her surprisingly, but Bucky's was facing her, an arm covering just below her stomach and an ankle connecting to hers. Their breaths were deep and soothing, and they both looked like gods under the sun.

Merricat smiled to herself, remembering last night, feeling Bucky's lips on hers for the first time. They were heavenly. So moist and plump that they covered her entire mouth, so possessive of hers and his tongue darting in there like it owned the place. It was a welcome touch to her regular taste of Steve. She was grateful it was only a kiss and cuddle. Having been surprised that Bucky was already going to be joining them in bed and only having a few minutes to process it all, she wasn’t ready for him to take her yet, to bond with her.

But the time would come sooner than later and hopefully she’d be ready for him. But today was a new day and it was going to be a strange one. Merricat gently lifted herself from the bed, careful not to wake her alphas. She was going to have to get used to saying alpha’s instead of alpha. Bucky already seemed to be comfortable in their home and Merricat was glad as it would feel less awkward and new to her and Bucky.

Merricat slipped down the bed, padding out and into the bathroom to prepare herself for the day. She brushed her tangled mess of blonde locks to smooth and silky ones, cascading down her shoulders and her bangs bouncing over her forehead. Her skin glowed in the light and the sweet smell of peaches lingered over her silky body. She dressed in a pair of mom jeans, fitting around her waist perfectly and a light green top with white socks, casual but comfortable. There were some alpha’s who incorporated a dress code for their omega’s, only allowing them to where what they wanted them to where. Luckily for Merricat, Steve didn’t impose one and she prayed Bucky wouldn’t either.

Merricat sneaked out the bedroom, leaving the beautiful sleeping men and made her way into the kitchen to prepare breakfast and coffee. Steve couldn’t go without his morning coffee, and she imagined neither could Bucky. She was going to have to learn what Bucky liked to eat and didn’t like to eat. How he liked his coffee, how he liked things cooked. It was going to take a while for her to adjust and remember it all but deep down she wanted to be the best omega for him and please him the way she pleases Steve. Although she couldn’t help feel that he was going to have some rules he was strict on, and it made her nervous. Nevertheless, Steve would never allow for anything to crazy. Otherwise, their relationship and bonding as a partnership of three would never work. If Steve didn’t think this would work, he wouldn’t have suggested in the first place.

Merricat stirred the cups of coffee, stirring her cup of tea for herself and she heard padding of feet. She turned and saw Bucky walking into the kitchen, robe tied loosely around his chiselled body and hair all messy, just like hers. She greeted him with a smile, her perfectly aligned teeth flashing at him.

“Good morning, Sir” Bucky smiled as he stood beside her, towering over her easily. He smelled fresh and of aftershave or like he had showered but Merricat didn’t think so as his hair wasn’t wet.

“Good morning” he greeted softly, and he leaned his head down, pursing his lips. Merricat fell into his touch and lifted her head slightly to capture his lips, earning the kiss and it was heavenly. It was soft and subtle but still tasteful. Bucky smiled in pleasure as he released, looking down at her. She was so responsive to him, and he loved it.

“I made you coffee, I don’t know how you like it, so I hope this is okay” she handed him the mug and he took it, sipping it and licking his lips at the delicious cup. He only needed to grin for Merricat to know she had brewed a good cup and that was exactly how he liked it.

“Thank you, it’s perfect… how did you sleep?” he leaned against the counter, folding his arms across his chest.

“Good thank you, how did you sleep?” she aske

“Amazing… it wasn’t too much for you, was it?” he said with concern and Merricat shook her head. He too was slightly worried he’d be going too fast for her, and he knew he couldn’t bond with her on the first night, not until they were closer and comfortable in each other’s space without Steve there. the importance of an alpha and omega bond is being comfortable with one another and in a three-way relationship the omega needs to be comfortable without both alphas’ being there. In this case Merricat needs to be comfortable with Bucky and Bucky alone and that could take some time. If they rushed this, Merricat could end up getting hurt and things could end badly.

“Oh no, it was perfect thank you, I really appreciate it” Bucky sighed in relief and smiled at her. It was his job to ensure she was well looked after so he was glad, she slept well with him being there. it can be daunting for some omega’s receiving a new alpha.

“Good” he sipped his coffee and smacked his lips together. The coffee gave him that instant book to wake him.

“Would you like some breakfast Bucky?” Merricat reached into one of the cupboards to pull out a box of oats for Steve.

“Excuse me” his response came harder than both expected and Merricat turned to him, eyes slightly wide. Was it something she said that made his tone off or did he not hear her properly. it made her heart race a little and her stomach tighten. Before either could speak, Steve came storming into the kitchen, all dressed as if he was leaving.

“Hey, there’s an emergency at S.H.I.E.L.D. Fury just called me and wants me to head down there” he said in a rush, grabbing his wallet and keys and shoving them in his pocket.

“What is it?” Bucky asked, standing up straight from the counter.

“I don’t know, he said just to get down there immediately” he sighed, running a hand through his hair stressfully.

Merricat froze where she was stood and stared forward for a minute. That means it would only be Bucky and her for a while. It was unclear how long Steve would be gone, he could be gone all day, even for two days. If the threat was serious then he could be longer. She knew that sooner or later she’d have to stay with only Bucky in the house, but she didn’t think it was going to be this fast. It was only day two, in fact not even day, more like morning and she was hoping to have Steve here for backup encase she needed a safety net or someone to help her with this inviting of another alpha. But he was going and then it would only be them two. It was going a little fast for her.

It made her nervous and her stomach feel tight and sickly. In the background Bucky and Steve talked but she didn’t hear their conversation, only white noise and it wasn’t until she dropped back into reality that she heard them. She needed to speak with Steve… alone.

“I’ll get your coat” she blurted and slipped past them, running into the hallway and to the coat rack. Hopefully Steve would make his way alone to the door so she could discuss this. Luckily for her he did emerge alone and held his coat out with shaky hands. Steve slipped it on in a rush and seemed to be wanting to go quickly so Merricat thought to make this quick.

“Shouldn’t Bucky go with you?” she asked, and Steve turned to her, shrugging his coat further cover his body.

“Fury only asked for me”.

“But Sir, it’s just going to be me and Bucky… what… how do I…” the words couldn’t seem to form, and Steve lovingly placed his hands on her shoulders, calming and soothing her.

“You’ll be fine, this is the perfect chance for you two to get some bonding time in, you know get to know each other, what he likes, what you like”.

“What if… what if he…” Merricat was nervous to say it and Steve tilted his head, smiling softly at her.

“Then say you’re not ready, he’ll understand. Just treat him how you would treat me, and I think he has some things he wants to ask you” Steve reassured her, but Merricat was still nervous. she sighed and nodded her head, her face being cupped in his hands and pulled up to meet his bright gaze.

“I’ll hopefully be back tonight, okay” he whispered, and she nodded, earning a sweet kiss from him, his nose bunching against hers and he smiled against her lips. With a final run of his thumb against her cheek, Steve brushed past her and out the door, leaving Merricat to what she was most nervous about.

Chapter 5

Hey so I wasn't planning on updating this story however I found this chapter that I had written ages ago and thought I had uploaded it to this blog but apparently I didn't. Anyway @salvatoreitmeanssaviour reblogged this story and left a tag which has kinda convinced me to get back into this story so there may be an update soon if I can think of how to proceed with the story so thank you so much. I hope you enjoy and let me know what you think in the comments

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[gay-jewish-bucky]

Bucky finding freedom and reclamation of his sexuality in not only bottoming and taking on a submissive role in his sex life with Steve but also through wearing delicate lingerie, which beautifully contrasts with his muscly frame. Through this he finds that dressing up in more traditionally feminine things when he and Steve have sex helps him feel confident and sexy in his body as an amputee (and of course Steve finds Bucky's confidence extra sexy and fully supports him).

[broodybuck]

Title: Doing his Job

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes

Rating: E

Tags: 18+ explicit smut, sex worker Steve, dom Steve, sub Bucky, dirty talk, recovering Bucky

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Bucky never thought he'd be here. Sitting in a strange man's living room that he paid to have sex with. But he hasn't come in a full year. That's how long it's been, that's how long he's tried that he'd gotten desperate. So it's come to this.

Steve's site said that his clients don't need to talk about any trauma or potential causes of their inability to perform. It also explained that one could get their money refunded if Steve is unsuccessful. Which honestly is the main reason Bucky chose him. He doesn't really believe this is going to work.

When Steve steps into the room, he sits across from Bucky on a kitchen chair with a notepad and pen in his hand. He’s as big and beefy and as his picture online. His blonde hair is combed back, a single curl hangs over his forehead. Bucky didn’t think he had a type anymore but whatever is happening in his stomach tells him evidently Steve might be it now.

"I always start by asking a few questions so that I can take note of any precautions I may need to take."

Bucky simply nods, remaining mute. He's so uncomfortable right now. This is awkward... is it supposed to feel so awkward?

"Do you have anything that is absolutely off-limits? Could be a sexual act or something as simple as a spot on your body you don't want touched, a word you don't want said?" Steve questions.

"No," Bucky answers quietly.

Steve nods, writes something down.

"Is there anything specific that you know you like sexually, that you would like me to do to you?"

Bucky swallows, feeling a blush wash across his face.

"Make me come?" Bucky cracks a small smile. It's the whole fucking point of being here.

Steve smiles too.

"Yes, that is the goal and I intend to meet it."

"Can I ask you a question?" Bucky says.

"Of course."

"Do you... find me attractive?" He hears the quiver in his voice and he hates that he couldn't keep his voice steady to ask it.

Steve sits for a moment then nods.

"I find you very attractive, James."

Bucky blinks, forgetting briefly that he gave his real name.

"Are you just saying that 'cause I'm paying you?" Bucky tests.

"I'm not," Steve states firmly. "It may be unprofessional to admit, but I think you're extremely handsome and not all my clients are."

Bucky gulps.

"Okay, uh. I also just wanted to say one thing. It's okay if this doesn't... happen. I'm sure you have a lot of success usually but it might not... I might be the exception and I want you to know it's me, not you."

Bucky fidgets uncomfortably in his seat when he finishes. Steve begins to frown but then covers it with a polite smile.

"You're not the problem, James. I'm confident in my abilities to help you."

After a few more questions, guidelines, and safe words. Bucky finds himself sitting on a large bed, naked, much faster than he expects. He feels self-conscious, he does, and at first, Steve tries to start things slow. He takes his time to make Bucky comfortable, touches him ultra carefully like he's fragile. Grazes his cock and balls so gently Bucky barely feels it. It goes on for a while but isn't getting much out of Bucky.

Bucky was well into thinking this wasn't going to work but then, well, Steve must have decided to change his approach. Because before Bucky knows it, he's pressed against a wall with his ass sticking out and Steve's pumping three fingers in and out of him so brutally, Bucky's babbling incoherently.

Maybe it was always this simple? Bucky thought he'd been treated rough in the past but maybe he hasn't. Maybe it wasn't ever rough enough. Because the fervor in which Steve's fucking him with his fingers is making Bucky's legs shake — literally. And the way Steve's talking to him now, it's sending shocks of arousal down to his cock.

"This is what you need," Steve tells him. "You need it just like this. Your body was made for this, honey."

Bucky whines out a little plead that he doesn't think Steve hears. But then Steve removes his fingers.

"Gonna feed you my cock now," Steve warns him. "Nice and hard. Cause that's how you need it."

There's no warning for it. Steve rams his cock inside Bucky with one rough thrust. Bucky cries out and his cock dribbles precome. Which is already more than he's gotten in the past year. Cause god, he really loves this. He does need it like this, he needs it so much. And he'd tell Steve that but he can't find his voice anymore.

Steve's hands thread into his hair and grip handfuls of it tightly. Bucky keens in the tug backward. Why has no one pulled his hair before?

"I'm gonna get this come out of you, sweetheart," Steve growls by his ear. The juxtaposition of his demanding threats and sweet pet names is making Bucky's brain go fuzzy.

"You want that?" Steve yanks his hair back with the question.

Bucky gasps in some air and then whines.

"Use your words, pretty thing," Steve coaxes.

"P-please," Bucky stammers.

"Good boy," Steve praises and Bucky goes limp with the acclaim, his body vibrating off it like a drug.

Steve fucks him mercilessly. Pounding into him without an ounce of caution. Bucky can't get enough. He's practically drooling with his head hanging back, still being pulled by his hair. And he's so close. Closer than he's felt in so fucking long. He's in complete disbelief.

"S-Steve," Bucky manages.

Steve slows his pace and his demanding voice softens.

"You okay?"

"I'm... I'm close," Bucky whispers back in shock.

"Oh. Fuck yes," Steve celebrates and then rails right into him again, picking up the pace until Bucky's full on trembling.

Steve lets his hair go and wraps both arms around Bucky's midsection, drawing him flush against his chest. He keeps fucking him as he nuzzles against Bucky's ear.

"We're gonna get it out of you, baby. I know you can do it. I know you can let go. You're so close."

Bucky moans, desperate for the release. He'll do anything for it.

"You need to come for me," Steve growls aggressively, switching tones like a light switch. It makes Bucky's skin boil hot.

Steve grabs Bucky's leaking cock and starts fisting the shaft as hard as he's fucking him.

Bucky wails and his body keeps tensing in and out, almost letting go but not quite. He's so unbearably close but his body is holding back. By this point, he needs it so bad he could cry.

That's when a tear drops from the corner of his eye. Then another and another. Bucky's body jerks violently and then he's coming harder than he's ever come in his life while sobbing through it.

He's pretty sure he passes out because when Bucky comes to again, he's lying in a bed. Steve's cradling him with one arm while the other hand softly brushes through his hair. Bucky blinks wearily.

"What happened?" Bucky asks.

Steve hums contently.

"I did my job, sweetheart."

[late-to-the-party-81]

Learn your lesson

A/N: Have a thot for Chris Evan’s birthday. Can be read alone or as a follow-up to Language.

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Beta’d by @christywantspizza 

Mood board by me (Chris Evan’s hands pic by @riricitaa)

Divider by @firefly-graphics 

WC: 1.5k

Pairing: Mean Dom! Steve x Brat! Reader

CW: Fingering, Swearing, Degradation, Praise, Spanking, Pussy slapping, Rough (unprotected) P in V sex, Fingers in mouth, Cream pie, Secret workplace romance.

“Oh, fuck!”

Your fingers scrabbled for purchase on the desk. Papers and pens fell to the floor, but you didn’t care. All you could focus on was the pair of thick fingers slowly pushing in and pulling out of your sopping cunt and the broad hand between your shoulder blades holding you flat to the wooden surface.

Hot breath fanned across your ear.

“What have I told you before about your language, sweetheart?”

Steve’s teeth nipped at your earlobe and your eyes rolled back in your head as he curled his fingers inside you, dragging the rough pads across your g-spot. Your legs trembled and you were thankful for the desk holding you up. 

The hand on your back slid up and around, grasping your chin and pulling your body upwards, the back of your head resting against his collarbone.

“Don’t ignore me. Answer your Captain. Or have you gone completely dumb already?”

Your mouth was slack, but somehow you managed to form some words.

“Sorry. Captain.”

“What are you sorry for?” 

His fingers slowed down to a languous drag and you could feel your walls fluttering around them.

“For apparently not being fucking loud enough. Couldn’t you hear me, old man? Fuck, fuck, fuckety fuck!”

He shoved you back down with a growl, pressing between your shoulders once again, stopping you from moving. His fingers pulled out of your cunt with a wet squelching sound and you mewled at the empty sensation.

“I can’t believe that even after your last lesson you still haven’t learnt anything.”

You heard the jangle of his belt buckle being released, and like a bell causing a pavlovian response, you felt yourself get wetter.

“If I remember correctly, Captain. Your language wasn’t much better during that lesson…”

CRACK

His large palm smacked down on your ass cheek, sending delicious sparks of pain through your body.

“You just can’t help yourself can you? You need a firmer lesson this time?”

The next sound was the metallic drag of his zipper being lowered, and it took all of your willpower not to wiggle back; You didn’t want him to know how absolutely desperate for this you were.

His cockhead slid through your folds and you gasped, a sound that quickly turned to a cry as he pressed forwards, sinking into your wet heat. The stretch and accompanying burn was almost completely overwhelming and you throbbed around him.

“Steve!” His name was a whine as it left your mouth.

CRACK

“That’s not who I am, sweetheart. You might not be able to keep your mouth clean, but you can at least remember that.”

You dragged air into your lungs with ragged breaths, dizzy, just from the feeling of being full of him. The hand that he’d been using to spank you slipped around your hip, between your folds and started to draw lazy circles on your engorged clit.

“Captain… please.”

He chuckled, a sound that you knew was a prelude to further sexual torment.

“Oh, there she is. My polite girl. So nice to me now that you want to cum.”

He yanked you up again, his fingers pressing into the hinge of your jaw on each side.

“But I don’t think you deserve it yet.” 

His voice was a low hiss, further punctuated by a slap to your pussy and you jerked in his hold, unintentionally moving yourself up, and then back down his rigid length, where it was buried inside you. Tears leaked from the corners of your eyes and saliva started to pool in your mouth from where Steve was holding it open. 

He was still holding himself still inside you, his hips pressed up against your buttocks and you couldn’t help but clench your walls. Everything was feeling deliciously foggy. 

Steve’s hand left your drenched cunt and he pushed two glistening fingers into your open mouth, wiping them over your tongue. You tried to close your lips around his digits, but his other hand on your jaw wouldn’t allow it - the best you could do was move your tongue over them, licking your own juices from him.

That’s when he started to move, pulling back his hips and pistoning them into you, holding you immobile with both hands on your face. Your own hands took hold of his forearms where they were pressed against your chest, needing some way of holding yourself up. The only sounds you could make were wet burbles and gasps as Steve viciously fucked you, and you loved it. You could feel your cunt getting wetter and wetter, and you knew Steve could feel it too.

“Fuck, sweetheart. Love this tight little cunt. Being so good for me now. Shh, shh, take it. Take it. Good, fucking girl.

Steve’s filthy mouth, your garbled moans and the slapping sound of skin on skin came together to make one erotic symphony. Your legs shook and you could feel the tightening coil within your abdomen; so close, but yet still so far. 

You couldn’t speak, Steve’s fingers too far inside your mouth, but you whimpered and rolled your hips back against Steve’s rough thrusts, hoping he’d pick up on your desperation. Luckily for you, the Captain was nothing if not perceptive. He yanked his soaking fingers from your mouth, bringing them down on your pussy with a wet slap, although far gentler than previously. The hand on your jaw eased as you squeaked out at the impact.

“Does my little brat think she deserves it now?”

“Captain! Please! I’ll be good… need to cum. Please.”

You no longer cared how pathetic you sounded, your visceral need for pleasure was taking over your brain.

Steve didn’t reply to your entreaties, just growled in your ear again, before swiping his fingers across your clit, and placing those that had been on your jaw in your mouth.

“Gotta keep this mouth filled with something, don’t I?”

Now that your jaw wasn’t being held open, you closed your lips around his fingers, sucking on them eagerly. You keened around them, as he played with your clit and you barely noticed he’d stopped fucking up into you, as you’d subconciously taken over the movement, rolling your hips and getting yourself off on him.

“So fucking filthy. So fucking cock drunk, so needy, you gotta fuck yourself on me. But that’s okay. Once you cum you’ll be all relaxed and pliant, and I can use you like my own little cock toy. Pump you full of my cum til it’s leaking outta you.” 

He pressed his fingers further into your mouth as he pressed down harder on your clit. You let out a noise part way between a lustful moan and a gag. Your thighs burned as you moved your hips up and down, but you didn’t dare stop; you could feel your orgasm nearing. Tears rolled down your face and Steve turned your head so he could lap and kiss a few of them away.

“Come on, sweetheart.” His voice was gentler now. “Take what you need. That’s it, I can feel you trembling. Cum for me, yeah. Cum for me, like the good girl I know you can be…”

You crested on a cry, your cunt clenching around him. With one set of fingers still working your clit, Steve pulled the others from between your lips and bent you back over the table, restarting his rough thrusts as he chased his own pleasure. 

You were back where you’d started, trying to find purchase on the smooth wood.

“Gimme another. Be a good girl. Fuck!”

Whether it was a second orgasm, or just a continuation of the first one, you didn’t know, but you cried out again, the wave of pleasure rushing through your body. Steve throbbed inside your tight channel, flooding you with warmth as he came. 

For a couple of breaths, he rested against you, and you dragged much needed air into your lungs, before he pulled out of you, causing the pair of you to moan as he did so.

Pressing soft kisses to the back of your neck, he tugged on your skirt, that was bunched up at your waist, pulling it down over your ass, hands smoothing the fabric as he did so. Pulling you upright, he gently turned you to face him, and he straightened out your blouse, tucking it back into your skirt. Next, his hands cupped your face and he kissed you gently, large thumbs wiping away the remains of your tears.

“You okay, sweetheart?”

You nodded and gave him a small smile.

“I’m fine, Steve. But you still need to sign that paperwork.”

He sighed dramatically and rolled his eyes, before letting go of you to scoop the various papers, and your panties, from the floor. The latter he shoved in his pocket before shuffling through the stack of papers briskly, in order to find the one he needed. You passed him a pen as you righted the pencil pot you kept on your desk. He flashed you a grin before scrawling his messy signature across the dotted line.

“There, another boring report signed off.” 

Your lips twitched.

“Without boring reports we wouldn’t have an excuse to see each other.”

“I’d think of one. I need you too much. And besides, who else would keep that mouth of yours in check?”

“I’m sure some fucker or other would…”

Steve growled and you smiled.

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[stuckyfingers]

1944, London (Stucky PwP)

WARNINGS: Bukkakkes, jealous exes, spit swapping, smut(ish)

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Bucky half-staggered back to the inn where the Howlies were staying, nervously wiping his mouth and trying not to grin like a madman. There was fine whiskey coursing through his veins, but that didn't get him quite as giddy at how utterly sinful he had been tonight.

It was 1:30 AM, and the bar was relatively quieter. He avoided eyes and tried to get to his room to wash off any cum stains that he hadn't quite got to with a towel back at the Navy barracks. 

Steve had disappeared into his room early in the evening with Peggy in tow- and Bucky had left the place altogether the moment his newly sharpened hearing caught the percussive squeak of a bed upstairs. Bucky knew it was them, because he had always known how Steve groaned when his dick was handled. He now also knew how Peggy moaned with it between her legs. The rest of their team didn't seem to hear the sounds, but they gauged that the couple weren't exactly holding hands up there.

Bucky hoped nobody had seen where he was headed, because those particular buildings that he had slipped into at around 8:00 PM... had a reputation for housing deviants. Queers. Men who enjoyed the intimate company of other men.

He was so lost in his own head that he didn't notice Steve in the hallway until he called his name.

"Buck, where were you? you okay?" The beautiful, thick eyebrows scrunched in concern, and Bucky was caught off guard.

"More than." He couldn't help the dopey grin returning to his face. "I was down on 31st... with the sailors." He added in a whisper only Steve's hearing could pick up on.

He stuck the key in his door and drunkenly fumbled with the lock.

"Wanna tell me about it?" Steve smiled, trying to fill the silence.

Bucky paused at the doorway, seeing that Steve's door remained slightly ajar. He also noticed a feminine perfume lingering around the place. His face darkened.

"Would you be telling me about yours?" He retorted.

Steve's gaze fluttered down as he nodded apologetically. He pulled his shirt collar higher, which only brought the blooming hickeys in his collarbone, to Bucky's attention. But he held his chin up, and waited for a moment more just so that Steve's heightened senses picked up on the scent of several men on Bucky.

Talk about jealous exes.

Just as Bucky was about to go back to his room, Steve put a hand on his shoulder. The  man's baby blues were darkened with pupils blown open when he asked in the huskiest voice-

"How many?"

Bucky hated himself. Those eyes. That's what did it. It was the damn pieces of summer sky under the thick lashes, that could shine out of any asscrack of a trench.

Steve felt no less guilty. He closed the door behind him and watched as his friend lay back on the bed. He was well versed in Bucky's form: a pleasingly masculine splash of hair over the plains and eddies of the muscles that moved beneath his flushed skin. Now covered in more sinful looking stains, bruises and hickeys than he had managed with Peggy.

His half hard length raised to full mast as Bucky began touch himself through his trousers.

"How many...? " Bucky repeated the question, looking Steve in the eye as he teasingly stroked his dick.

"How many?" Steve asked again.

"Seven, just from the bukkake." The brunette smirked jauntily, "And hopefully eight, before I go to bed." he continued before he could stop himself.

Steve's lack of hesitation was erotic to watch. How easily the button fly slipped off at the coy request. How slowly he managed to drop his drawers in haste. And how indescribable his expression was as he did so- it was a myriad of guilt, hunger, belligerence, and gentle love.

His raging erection bounced as it hit the cold air, and Steve's calloused hand soon wrapped the head in a fist. Their eyes trained on each other again as both their hands pumped on their lengths. For the first time in their lives, they never touched each other. They only stared in distanced challenge, as Steve got closer and closer.

Bucky seemed hypnotized by the bobbing motion for a couple of minutes and whined when the tell tales began to show show. He could have even counted down to the second that Steve's hips would hump a few times of their own accord before stuttering, as strings of white cream ejaculated from his tip.

Steve bit into the back of his hand to not roar out in orgasm: he stood a foot away from Bucky, so his seed painted bold strokes over the man's chest before he aimed it at his face, watching the steel blue eyes flutter as cum splashed onto his seraphic features.

Bucky was the first one to recover from the shock, gasping as he unstuck his eyelashes "Thanks..." He smirked, licking some out of the corner of his mouth with coyness that was deserving of another bukkake.

Steve looked aggressive, still panting hard at the image of Bucky covered in his seed. "U-huh."

"Now get out." Bucky whispered in equal parts of seriousness and jest. "Before I defile you too."

"But-"

"Go. Don't touch me when you have a lady."

He didn't say as enviously as he had felt before.

Steve nodded, did up his fly and pulled down his shirt, but hesitated to leave.

"What?" Bucky questioned, plopping backwards onto the bed. He looked at Steve through his cum- stained lashes as he came back to the bed.

The Captain said nothing before nudging his sergeant's jaw open and leaning down as though to kiss him, but stopping an inch away- to spit.

"fuck." Bucky gasped as his hips jolted in response to Steve's domineering cherry on top. He directed his own ejaculate at his abs, where it completed the cris-crossing of passionate white stripes. Steve watched with still darkened eyes as Bucky was hit by the waves of his orgasm, but didn't say anything before leaving with the ghost of a smirk on his pretty lips.

It was a miracle that none of it got on the sheets.

[rogerswifesblog]

Could u do a best friends dad Steve Rogers x reader smut plz if possible🥰

Thank you for the request!<3 hope you’ll like it, let me know!

There is a bit of fluff and of course the smut-with a happy ending! Enjoy<3

If you’re here only for the smut and nothing else, skip to the part where reader gets out of the shower😝 I wanted to keep it short but…I couldn’t.😂 It’s filthy. I feel dirty. ;p

What you deserve

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: After you caught your-now ex-boyfriend cheating, your best friend let you stay over for the night…there was only one problem.

Her unbelievably hot dad.

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: BestFriendsDad!Steve Rogers & Reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Age gap [ Steve is in his mid 40s, reader in early 20s], cheating [ from readers Ex], past Steve x Peggy[ not really mentioned] , forbidden / hidden romance, smut, oral f receiving], fingering, unprotected sex [ don’t be silly wrap your willy] p in v, finger sucking, size kink, overstimulation, squirting, cum eating, taking pictures/videos, petnames; sweetheart, angel, sweetie , baby

Keep in mind English is not my first language! There can be some mistakes. Just let me know:)

Don’t forget to like, reblog and comment please<3

I’m taking requests!

18+.

With tears in your eyes you called your best friend. It shouldn’t be that surprising that your -now definitely ex-boyfriend was cheating. You saw the signs. He went out more often, didn’t go on dates with you-the only thing he did was sleeping with you. Not that he was good in bed or anything. You hoped he would change his mind. Maybe fall in love again. Yet a quiet voice told you a while ago it would be better to part ways.

That’s exactly what you wanted to do. Today. Technically it shouldn’t hurt that you caught John balls deep in another woman’s throat-but it did hurt. This showed you how little he cared., because he didn’t even tried to hide he was cheating. He knew you’d be coming back home from your last lecture. Did he want for you to catch them? After you slammed the door behind you, he didn’t even follow you. You felt like someone punched you in your face.

After your best friend, Sarah, picked up, you couldn’t hold back your tears. It’s not like it was your big love or anything-but it did hurt quite a lot. You explained everything to Sarah. She listened for a while and like the amazing friend she was, she offered you to stay at her place. It’s not like you had any other options. You could go to your parents-they lived hours away-and you definitely wouldn’t stay with ex. But there was a small problem.

Her dad.

Her stupidly hot father, you was the perfect example of a DILF.

“I’ll be there in half an hour”, you said before hanging up. A sign escaped your lips. Wondering if this idea was good, you walked to your car. Maybe it wasn’t. Maybe you should stay at a hotel, but Sarah offered you to stay for the night and you really didn’t want to be alone tonight. Maybe the two of you could just…get drunk or eat ice cream while watching your favourite movies. Or both. You’d be fine with both.

Within a few minutes you arrived at the Rogers’ house. You haven’t really stopped crying, so you knew you looked awful-red and swollen eyes, rubbing nose and trembling lips. In your defence, you’d loved him. Maybe not anymore, but you did once. The two of you were a couple for the past three years. He was the first serious relationship you ever had.

Without looking in the mirror, you grabbed your Bag-which was the only thing you had on you while leaving-and went to the front door.

The door opened a few moments after you rang the bell-you were ready to crush in Sarah’s arms but instead you stood frozen in place.

Steve Rogers.

Mr Rogers opened the door, instead of Sarah, like you expected her to do. You couldn’t stop yourself from letting your gaze drift over his body. Normally you’d seen him in his office clothing-which would made you droll if you hadn’t any self control. But today-probably because it was already late-he was in casual clothes. A tight T-shirt, that showed of his muscular torso-especially his shoulders and pecs. If you’d look any harder you’d probably be able to see his Nipples. His sweatpants hung low on his hips and…wasn’t he wearing any boxers? You didn’t want to know. It was torture enough to see his pecs like that. He was bare feet and it should be as hot as it was. It made him look kind of…like home? Did it made sense? Probably not.

“Is everything okay, sweetheart? Sarah told me you’d come over, said it was a emergency”, his voice made your gaze snap back to his face, to his beautiful, blue eyes. Hearing this petname made you feel the butterflies, all poets always talked about. You’ve never felt like that before. Not even with John.

Steve could tell something was off by looking at you. Your tear stained face made his heart clench. He saw you wanted to lie, probably say everything was fine, but as soon as you opened your mouth, a loud sob escaped you.

Steve grabbed your arm gently and put his arms around you, after closing the door. Him hugging you made your heart skip a beat. You couldn’t stop the tears, feeling him hug you tightly. His body was much warmer than yours, probably because of the chilly weather outside. It felt nice to be in his arms-you hated yourself for liking it so much.

Steve did the same. He enjoyed this hug way to much. You were his daughter best friend for gods sake. He shouldn’t feel like that.

You two have never hugged like that. It felt…nice. Like you belonged in his arms. You felt like your finally found your safe place.

Quietly crying you held tight onto him. It felt good to cry into his chest. He smelled really good. Like a rich smelling perfume, but also something that you knew was just…Steve.

Slowly you raised your head to Look up into his pretty eyes. You could help yourself-you had to know how his lips tasted. They looked so soft and plump. So kissable.

Before you could do something you’d probably regret, Sarah ran down the stairs. “Oh Y/N, I’m sorry I took a quick shower and just as you rang, I was putting some clothes on and-”, she stopped talking as soon as she saw you in her dads arms. Quickly you stepped back and hugged Sarah instead. You could feel yourself blush. Behind your back Steve’s cheeks also turned red, so he lowered his head.

“Let’s go to your room”, you mumbled in the crook of her neck.

Sarah went to the kitchen to grab some snacks and ice cream. You felt Steve’s gaze on you.

Did he imagined it or did you really wanted to kiss him? He could’ve swear he saw you looking at his lips and back to his eyes. Asking. The your face came closer and-and Sarah, his daughter and your best friend interrupted.

“Y/N…-”, before he could say more, Sarah came back, grabbed your arm and head back to her room. She looked back at her father one more time, with a questioning look.

You spend the next few hours with Sarah in her room, just watching some movies and eating ice cream. But soon she started to yawn. “We should go to sleep-but I’d take a shower first”, you said while stretching your arms a bit. “Yeah, okay. But you have to go down, my shower head is broken and the water pressure is really awful”, she said. Sarah gave you a big t-shirt you could sleep in and two towels. “I’ll be right back.”

With that you stepped out of Sarah’s room and went downstairs. You could hear the tv in the living room, which meant Steve was still up. It kind of made you nervous. Would he talk to you about what happened? Or nearly happened? As quite as possible you went to the bathroom, where you took a quick shower.

After you dried yourself of you put Sarah’s shirt on-

You looked at it for a moment. It was familiar, but you couldn’t tell why. You’ve never seen Sarah wearing it-but

Oh god

But you saw Steve wearing it. She gave you her dads shirt. It definitely was comfortable and big enough for it to cover your butt. You didn’t have anything else, so you had to wear it. Not that you complained. It felt nice to wear Steve’s shirt. It didn’t really smell like him anymore, but it still gave you some comfort.

You left the bathroom in only the t-shirt while you walked barefooted across the floor. Before you got to the stairs you felt a big hand grab your arm and dragged you to a room-Steve’s room. Surprised you turned to Steve. He was close. Really close. He was looking at you down. In his eyes you could see…hunger. The blue of his eyes was nearly gone. Alone the way he looked at you made your pussy throb.

„Yes, Mr Rogers?“, you asked quietly.

Steve let go of your arm, just to put his hand on your hip. „Call me Steve, sweetheart….i hope i’m not imagining it, but if I do just…stop me and we’ll forget about it.“ Your heart started hammering. His other hand found it’s place on your neck. Slowly you could tell he was leaning down. Steve looked at your lips, then back to your eyes. Nodding you put your hands on his chest and let them slide to his neck. This was the only thing he needed before pressing his lips hungry to yours.

You couldn’t believe this was happening. Your heartbeat was going crazy. You could feel your whole body vibrate from excitement. Maybe you were dreaming? Maybe you slipped in the shower and this was some amazing fantasy before dying?

If that’s what was happening you wanted to make the most of it. Feel every part of him. Preferably his cock.

“Fuck me, Steve”, you moaned against his lips, while his hand slipped from your hip to you butt. He squeezed your flesh and pulled you straight against him. A cocky smile overtook his lips. “Oh sweets…of course I’ll fuck you. But first I’m gonna take my sweet time with you. You had a hard day…wanna make it all better. Kiss it better…starting here…” He cupped your heat with one hand. Surprised not feeling any panties he looked down at you. A low moan escaped his lips. You couldn’t keep quiet yourself. “angel, you’re not even wearing underwear? And you’re already so wet for me…so perfect”, he mumbled against your lips.

Two of his fingers started to glide between your folds, collecting some of your wetness, before he started to circle them around your sensitive clit. It made you cry out in pleasure.

“I’m all yours-please just-please”, you didn’t even know what exactly you wanted him to do.

“You know, sweetheart, i never liked that bastard you were dating. Can’t believe you haven’t left him sooner…after the first time I met him at Sarah birthday party last year I could tell he was a dick”, Steve talked like he wasn’t touching your pussy right now. Like he was having a completely normal conversation. It shouldn’t turn you as much on as it did. It seemed like he wasn’t even waiting for an answer. He just continued. “I could tell he wasn’t a good fuck. Seemed like a total douche. Come on, sweets, tell me, how many time did he made you cum the most in one night?”, while asking he slipped both of his fingers in your hole. Moaning you threw your head back. At first you didn’t even realised he asked you something. Only when he stopped did you look up again. “He…I don’t know. He didn’t even tried that often…said it wasn’t easy to make me cum. Apparently I’m taking to long…or something like that…”, you mumbled against his chest. It made Steve chuckle lowly. “What a dick…I’ll show you there is nothing wrong with you, baby. He just didn’t know how to treat such a amazing woman like you”

Steve’s words made you smile lightly. You haven’t heard a compliment in a while.

Once again Steve’s fingers slipped from your hole to your clit. His lips pressed to yours in a fierce kiss. You couldn’t stop yourself from moaning his name. One of your hands gripped his hair and pulled him closer. Steve pushed you against the wall, caging you between his massive body and the bedroom wall.

He towered over you-it made your knees buckle. You’ve never been with someone so much bigger and taller than you. You wondered if his dick would even fit in your mouth or pussy.

God you wanted to feel it.

You wanted to feel the burning of him stretching your tight pussy. This thought made you clench around nothing, while Steve rubbed your bud. “Steve please…”

“Shhh, baby. I’ll make you feel good, I promise”, he mumbled in your ear, still rubbing your clit. If you had to be honest you could feel your orgasm approaching-and he hadn’t even fucked you yet. Would he do it either way?

Steve’s fingers circled and rubbed your bud a bud faster-not to fast. It’s like he knew exactly what to do. None of your past boyfriends made you feel this good-especially not in just a few minutes.

Steve knew what to do. He loved pleasuring women. It didn’t matter if it was his ex-wife or the women he had been with after the divorce. He loved taking his partner apart. It made him feel good to pleasure someone else. Especially you, such a sweet, pretty young woman who definitely needed to be taken good care of. He knew he could do that. He wanted to make you cum with his hands, mouth and cock. Make you scream his name…

His neglected dick twitched in his sweatpants. He could stop himself from grinding slightly against your hip. You both moaned at the same time. Steve could tell you were close. Your clit started throb against his fingers-finally he’d see and hear you.

He let his other hand slip to your core and put two fingers in your wet hole and hit your G-spot. You cried out his name, while your orgasm crashed over you. You grabbed his arm tightly and buckled your hip against his hand. “Oh god Steve-“, you moaned in the fabric and bit the fabric to muffle your voice. Steve kissed your forehead. “Yeah, that’s it baby….”, he mumbled in your hair. Still he hadn’t stop moving his hand-his speed increased making you whimper. It was to much-and yet you didn’t want him to stop.

Slowly Steve sank to his knees-and oh god, if this sight didn’t make your knees weak nothing would. The outline of his hard dick was visible. A wet spot where his tip was. Fuck. You wanted to suck him off so badly. Feel him stretch out your throat.

Steve came closer to you, his mouth sliding along your thigh. “You look really pretty in my shirt, you know? Makes you look like belong to me, sweetheart”, he felt your walls tighten around his fingers. “That’s what you want? Be mine? Let others see you in my clothes? So everyone knows your mine? Mine to touch? To fuck? I can feel you throbbing…i know you want it, baby”, he mumbled, while his lips came closer to your core. You can’t remember the last time someone gave you head. Your ex didn’t like to do that.

Steve let his fingers slip out of your hole and let them slide between his lips. He couldn’t stop himself from moaning-and coming for another taste. This time he let his tongue glide along your folds and in your pussy. He couldn’t get enough of your taste. Steve grabbed one of your legs and put it on his shoulder, so he’d have better access to your core. “So pretty”, he mumbled before licking your heat again. The feeling of his tongue in your hole made you moan.

You knew you wouldn’t last much longer. It’s just so soon after your first orgasm and Steve didn’t give you a moment to recover from it. Not even for a few seconds.

He fucked you with his tongue, while his nose bumped against your clit with every movement. “Steve-I’m-I’m close”, you moaned and gripped his hair to pull him closer. He let two of his fingers slid into your pussy and started suckling on your throbbing clit. After a few pumps he added a third finger and curled them-this was all you needed. Your orgasm was intense. So intense, your knees gave out. Steve grabbed you hip with his free hand and let you slowly slide to the floor. A big, cocky smile was drawn in his face. He looked pretty smug about himself. His fingers were still thrusting into your pussy. Your juices made a wet sound with every move of his fingers. This made you blush slightly. You’ve never been this wet. You could actually see some of your wetness glistening on his chin.

“Okay, sweetheart?”, he asked quietly, slowly pulling his fingers out. “Yeah…”, you mumbled. Without thinking you opened your mouth, as you looked at his fingers. You’re behaviour made Steve grin. How could he deny this? He let all three big fingers slid into your mouth.

Instantly you suckled around his fingers, moaning because of the taste of yourself. It made your stomach flutter. Slowly you let his fingers slide further into your mouth, till they hit the back of your throat. Seeing you deepthroat his fingers made his dick even harder, at this point was it painfully hard. “I’m gonna fuck you now, angel…and I can’t Garantie you you’ll be able to walk tomorrow”, he whispered low, while taking his fingers from your mouth. It made your whine quietly. But then you thought about what he said-

He wanted to fuck you. Finally.

Steve could probably see the excitement in your eyes, since he chuckled darkly. “Yeah, I can tell how much you want it…so I’ll give it to you.” He picked you up and carried you to bed.

Within a few seconds you were laying down, him over you. His shirt found it’s place on the floor quickly after. You couldn’t stop yourself from stroke across his abs and pecks. Steve looked like…a damn Greek god. Wow. You didn’t even realised you moaned quietly.

“And your gonna leave this shirt on, sweetheart, so I’ll always think of your tight pussy every time I’ll wear it”, he mumbled, before pushing it bit up, so he had more access to your breasts. Looking down at you; laying on his bed, in his close and with that look on your face could probably make him come untouched. He’d never been with such a beautiful woman like you.

His hand found your breast, playing with your nipple. You could stop the moan that escaped you. Your whole body felt like it was on fire. But you wanted more. “Steve, fuck me-please, please fuck me already”, you mumbled and pushed his sweatpants down, to free his cock.

You knew he’d be big but…

Holy shit.

You shook you head slightly and looked up again. “It’s not going to fit”, you said. Steve only chuckled and let his tip slowly glide between your folds, collecting the wetness. You could already feel how huge he felt against your pussy.

“We’ll make it fit, baby. And you’re gonna enjoy every second of it”, he positioned his tip, with one quick thrust he pushed half of his cock in your tight wet hole. It made him hiss quietly, while you cried out in pain and pleasure-mostly pleasure. The pain added more of it. Fuck he was right. It felt good-and you wanted more. You wanted all of him.

Steve let you adjust for a moment, before slowly pushing in till he bottomed out. Both of you had to take a breath-it was incredible. None of you wanted for it to ever end. If you could, you’d stay in his bed forever-Steve felt the same way.

“Please move-Steve, I need it”, you begged him. How could he not? Steve moved his hips, thrusting hard into you. The slapping of skin on skin and your moans were the only sounds in the room. Steve kissed your breasts and suckled on your nipples. Your hand found it’s way in his hair, while the other one scratched his muscular shoulders and back. You kind of hoped you’d leave some marks on his pale skin. You wanted everyone to see what you two did…

Feeling your tight walls made Steve crazy. You felt so good. So perfect. It’s like you were made for him. He never wanted to be with another woman again. Just you. He couldn’t get enough of you. Your pussy hugged his cock perfectly. Steve knew he wouldn’t last much longer, so he started to rub your clit again with two of his fingers. It made you crazy.

You could feel him feel you completely. He hit your g-spot with every thrust. Since you’ve already had two orgasm, the third one approached you quickly-but it felt different-you’ve never felt like this before. It felt like-fuck-you had no idea what was happening. “Steve, I think I’m-“, you couldn’t finish your sentence anymore. All of your muscles tensed and trembled, while you felt your juices squirt all over Steve’s dick and thighs. You were pretty sure you blacked out for a moment-at least it felt like that. Steve felt his balls tighten and with a hard thrust he buried himself deep in you, still grinding slightly against you. His own orgasm was unexpected-since he didn’t expected you to squirt all over him. He wanted for you to feel good tonight, yeah, but this….it was so hot. He wished he had this on camera, to see this moment again and again.

“Fuck Baby…you’re so incredible”, he mumbled in your hair, still buried deep in your pussy. Slowly you released your legs from around him and stroked through his hair. You couldn’t say anything. You were completely exhausted. But in a good way.

“You’re not bad yourself”, you laughed quietly, which also made Steve laugh loudly. He slowly shook his head, while slowly pulling out of you. When he looked down at your abused pussy, he could stop himself from slipping two fingers in your hole. His cum and your juices gushed around his fingers out of your hole. It made his dick twitch again, even though he was only half hard.

He pulled out his cum stained fingers and let them slide along your lips. Instantly you opened your mouth but he didn’t let you suck on his fingers. “I want to have you marked up, while I take a picture, baby, that’s okay with you?”, he asked against your ear. You nodded enthusiastically. Steve grabbed his phone and took a couple of pictures of your abused and puffy pussy, that was still leaking with his seed. Then he also took some of your body and face. He could already tell he’d be strong his dock to these tomorrow. You looked at him with a cheeky smile like you knew what he was thinking about. You looked the cum of your lips.

Even though your whole body felt like it was on fire, your couldn’t stop yourself putting legs around Steve again. “I’m dirty Steve…please clean me up”, you said while letting your hand slide to your core and Collecting some of the mess, sucking it then off of your fingers. A load groan escaped Steve. Instantly he dove in. His tongue lapped at your sloppy entrance, till there was nothing of the mess. You whole body trembled and twitched.

After he was done Steve gave you a passionate kiss on the lips and laid down besides you. “I could do this all night”, he mumbled in your hair, while his fingers stroke over your stomach. “Mhm…I’d like that”, you grinned, but sounded rather tired. A smile spread over his lips.

“Some other time, sweetheart. You need some sleep now…let me just change the sheets real quick, okay?“, he whispered in your ear. Steve really hoped you’d stay with him the night. And that it wasn’t a one time thing. He had no idea how it would work, but he’d find a way. He couldn’t just forget about you after tonight.

A few minutes steve had changed the sheets and you laid down with him again. He put his arm around you and gave you a kiss on the forehead. „You deserve better than these boys…“, Steve mumbled. He hoped you’d understand what he was implying. Slowly you looked up at him. Like you tried to find some kind of answer in his face. Slowly you nodded and grabbed one of his hands. „Someone like…you?“ „yeah, Someone like me“, he whispered back and gave you a tender kiss. It made you melt. God you lov- liked him a lot. After he pulled away you cuddled tightly against him. He immediately put both arms around you and closed his eyes.

There was a comfortable silence for a while, before he chuckled quietly. “What is it?”, you asked, grabbing on of his hands, squeezing slightly. “Nothing just….would you mind me sending John a message telling him how stupid and what a douche he is?”, he asked grinning. You couldnt stop the grin forming on your face. “I would mind it. As long as you add one of the pictures where I’m sucking the cum off of your fingers”, you grinned. Steve laughed quietly in your hair and shook his head. “You’re crazy, sweetheart…but I’m gonna think about it”, he grinned back.

You stayed quiet for a while, feeling the sleep slowly took over you. “Good Night, Steve…”

“Good Night, Angel, sleep well….”

That’s it! I really hope you enjoyed reading! Please let me know:)

You can tell me if something is wrong or what i should change<3 I’d be glad actually.

[samlacy]

Hii, another story, but this one is way shorter since!

Steve rogers x male reader

contains : nsft, soft steve rogers, sad male reader, size difference, insecurities, loving words, marking, not proof read sorry!, soft, fluff

words : 453

TALL BABY

You are Steve's tall baby. Even if Steve rogers was 6'0, you managed to pass him by being 6'4. Not gonna lie, you were pretty insecure about it since the stereotypical bottoms were way shorter than their tops. Whenever you had those thoughts, steve reassured you with those sweet words he would always say, that your height doesn't say how incredable you were to him.

After all, no matter the size difference, he was able to make you feel small under him whenever y'all had the sub/dom play. Sometimes you wondered how you even deserve him? He is so precious and takes care of you so well. The thoughts only killed you more, not only you felt too manly to be a bottom, but also felt so selfish.

Tears were so close to spill out of your eyes, but suddenly a big light flashed your eyes. The door of the dark bedroom opened as the light outside made room in it. A shadow was standing in front, not sure where it looked at.

"God, what are you doing in this pitch black room? Plus.. are you crying?", the voice spoke, it was steve's voice. Smooth and warm. It was straight up caressing your back and played with your hair as it hugged you tightly. That's how Steve's amazing voice felt.

"Huh?", you asked confused, you didn't even realize the tears started spilling out more and more. God you needed him so bad, but felt so selfish. Does he even feel pleasured with you?

Steve comes closer as he settles himself in front of you. He was bending down a little to wipe your tears away and pull your head to his chest. The warmness on your wet cheeks made you feel a little better. A hug. A hug was what you needed the most.

Right after Steve shh'ed you and pulled your lips to his. His tongue was eating your mouth out. The kiss felt so good you, it was almost like you were on cloud nine. His presence, everything is so nice.

A push on the bed was everything you needed to pull yourself back more and lay straight down on the bed. The kiss broke, but instead of it, he lifted your shirt up till your chest hit the cold air and started sucking bruises around your nipples. You moaned and whimpered at the pain.

"I will make you feel so good, darling. Just relax and let me take care of you", the tears felt like spilling again, but you held them back again. He was so sweet. Your bad mood just disappeared in thin air. Now you were focused on his pleasing sucking skills.

And his fucking skills later on.

[marvelslittlewhore]

Steve definitely taps his dick on your pussy/ass before fucking you

- Makayla 💜

[sarahowritesostucky]

📖"The Carter Academy for Omega Excellence" Pt5

Rated: Explicit

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes

Tags: age gap, boarding school au, a/b/o, dub-con/non-con, spanking, feminization, dumbification, sexism, misogyny, prostate milking, discipline, D/s elements, hurt/comfort, mentions of past self-harm, predatory behavior, teacher/student, bathroom use control

Summary: Bucky's parents ship him off to Steve's reform school to help him get straightened out into a "proper young omega."

Part 5 - In Science-Based Practice, cont'd

(Wait! I haven't read a previous chapter! Masterlist)

Handing the Barnes kid off to Sharon is … more difficult than it should be. And it bothers Steve once he’s alone in his office again and can really think about it. How easily he’s crossed the line with this boy already. 

It’s not the touching or the dominating. That alone is nothing out of the ordinary, practically par for the course when dealing with a troubled new student. But as soon as Bucky’s gone, his scent still lingering in the room, Steve is feeling guilty for how personal he’d made it. It’s not even his behavior so much as it is his thoughts. Steve is affectionate with many of his omega charges, especially the more high needs boys, but it’s what was going on in his head that was so inappropriate. 

He’d been picturing Bucky in situations—namely situations with him. He can’t lie to himself that he hadn’t been imagining the heated aftermath of a well-deserved spanking: Bucky bare-assed and red faced, crying, crawling, mewling for permission to warm Steve’s cock. Or the boy in his bed: in the morning after a long night spent breeding him up, that sweet, soft body underneath Steve, sleepy and pliant, getting fucked lazily into the sheets …

He spends a moment at the door after he’s closed it behind Sharon and Bucky. That entire wall is dark woodwork, bookcases surrounding the elaborately carved doorway. He leans his weight through his arms and stares at the floor, taking in a few deep breaths and trying to convince himself that all of this has just been a reaction of circumstance. Surely, he thinks, it must have more to do with the divorce, with his heavy workload and his dealings with Peggy and the lawyers. It must have to do with all the stress; brought on by the restructuring of Carter Academy, by nights spent sleeping on his office couch, and by the uncertain future of a house that he’s currently persona non grata in. It’s all of that, plus his ever growing need to get laid that’s made him so sensitive to being around an omega, not anything particularly special about Bucky.

Steve pushes away from the door and turns around. His eyes fall on the discarded set of underwear on the floor in front of his desk. He tenses, belly swirling hard at the memory of that sweet little whimper Bucky had made when he’d lost control and wet himself. Fuck, it’d been amazing. Steve had almost popped a knot right then and there, watching the way the boy’s eyes had gotten all big and watery and confused, his cheeks pinked up so nicely, not fully understanding what his body had just done …

Nostrils flaring, Steve stalks over to where the underwear lie on the carpet and snatches them up, intending to chuck them straight into the bin. But … something stays his hand. He winds up walking around the desk with them, sitting down in his chair and holding them in his lap, staring at the tiny wet patch of release that Bucky left behind in the cup of the jock. It’s wet like urine but clear and sweet-smelling like slick, and Steve is struck by the urge to bury his face in it.

Even from this distance, the scent is noticeable; pungent and rich, an obscene perfume that Steve instinctively wants to rub on himself. It calls to all of his baser urges, making his skin feel hot and his dick feel heavy. Hesitatingly, because he knows that he shouldn’t, Steve lifts the underwear closer to his face. Halfway there and already the scent is enough to make his mouth water, his throat aching from a repressed growl. There’s something buried in that scent that Steve wants to tease out, something earthy and floral that’s uniquely Bucky, that promises so much more of what the omega has to offer. Steve groans quietly at the thought of tasting it. When was the last time a student released for him so easily? Bucky had responded to him so naturally …

He growls and shoves the soiled underwear away, pushing them halfway across the desk. It’s nothing, he thinks. He’s just pent up, stressed. He just needs to get laid. Maybe he’ll go into the city next weekend, rent a room and find some company. He’s never had much trouble chatting up the nearest person at a hotel bar, or attracting a willing partner to his bed. Omegas flock to him and have ever since he took control of his dominance in his late twenties.

Steve’s never been unfaithful to Peggy, and even now with the divorce, he’s been waiting until everything is finalized, not wanting to tarnish the vows that he’d meant so earnestly when he’d said them fourteen years ago. But an alpha his age has needs, and he’s been suppressing them for years. Maybe it’s time to cut himself some slack, call up a pairing agency and buy a companion for an hour or two. Get his mind off of this kid.

He’s dealt with thousands of students over the years, seen plenty of fresh-faced omegas pass through the school’s halls. And sure, sometimes there’ll be one or two that stick out in a given year; an especially defiant boy or a sweetly virginal girl, with beautiful faces, ripe young bodies, and a soul-deep yearning to be handled, but there’s never been one that especially stood out to him like this. Not like this. 

Steve groans and cards his hands through his hair in frustration. He’d felt more in-tune with himself as an alpha during that short time with Bucky in his office than he has in a long time. He’d enjoyed himself with Bucky, had indulged himself in provoking the boy’s reactions, and even crossed a few lines of propriety if he was being honest with himself. It plagues his mind for a while, as he leans back in the desk chair and frowns, remembering all of the various ways he’d let himself be a little too intimate with the boy. 

Bucky’s such a pretty young omega, and he’d smelled so good. Watching his defiance warring with his natural submissive urges had been delightful, every little twitch of insolence and natural, mewling submission going straight to Steve’s cock. There’s just something about him. He’s uncommonly beautiful, with his dark hair and soft chin and stormy blue eyes, but it’s his behavior that has Steve enthralled. 

All that hurt and neediness he’s trying so hard to hide, not only from others but from himself as well. A hastily cobbled-together shield of promiscuity and callousness. It’s pathetically see-through, terribly desperate, and it gets Steve’s cock harder than anything he’s dealt with recently. Right from the very first, bratty word that emanated from Bucky’s mouth, up until that last, puny whimper. Steve hasn’t been completely flaccid since the boy started mulishly snarfing scones off the tea tray in front of his parents.

“Christ.” He pushes out from the desk when he feels his pants growing uncomfortably tight again. His office has a private bathroom, and he abruptly decides to make use of it. He won’t get any work done if he just stays sitting here, stewing in his own pheromones. 

He stomps over there and shuts himself into the tiny water closet, leans against the door and jerks himself off ruthlessly, efficiently, coming into the toilet bowl with gritted teeth and a laboured grunt, his hand gripped viciously over the base of his shaft to prevent an inconvenient knotting. It’s unsatisfactory because he’s still denying his body what it really wants, but it’s enough to release most if not all of the tension for the moment. 

Not having been given their fair due, his balls still do kind of throb and ache in complaint as he tucks himself back into his slacks. But on the positive side, he was already so worked up when he started jerking it that he’s able to honestly say that he didn’t really think of Bucky while he was at it. He didn’t really think of anything besides the feeling of his own hand on his dick.

Sighing, he washes his hands and goes back out, settling in at his desk to submit the form he’s filled out on Bucky’s heats and to compose a preliminary assessment. Already, he thinks he’s got a good handle on where a lot of the boy’s issues stem from. He opens a new file for student assessment and types in a few points that he’ll return to elaborate on later, once he’s had more interaction with the boy:

“Boyfriend” + brief, insufficient pairing aged 14 — unfulfilled?: Abandonment complex, betrayal complex, trust issues.

Parental situation: lacking authoritative father figure, preoccupied beta mother, dominant unrelated male beta in the household. No healthy A-o relationship modeling.

Values: liberal school system, beta peers, common social expectations (not being a burden, not displaying strong needs, etc.) Emotional repression, mock-dominant behavior, cutting.

Review: history of suppressant use, medical exam

It’s a shorthand that he’s typed out for many other students, reflecting a devolving behavioral pattern that Steve could recognize in his sleep at this point. Just another classic example of what you get when you try to ideologize a pubertal omega out of their biological needs, urges and instincts: catastrophe. 

He hopes that Sharon will be a good fit for the boy. She’s one of the more laid back Handlers, and Steve is hoping she’ll be able to ease Bucky into his new lifestyle here at the school. If not, then more severe dominance will be needed, and Steve might have to take a more hands-on approach. 

He closes out the documentation on Bucky and navigates to his email, shooting off a message to the school nurse informing her that he needs an exam scheduled for a new student. Bucky being on suppressants for two years shouldn’t make Steve as uncomfortable as it does. There are omegas out there who take that poison for decades or more, after all. As long as Bucky stays off it from here on out, there should be minimal chance of long-term harm. Irrational as it is, Steve still knows he’ll feel better once he’s seen the results of a full medical workup on the boy. He marks the appointment request as 📨*Stat: urgent priority.

There’s a message from Schuyler & Banks—Peggy’s divorce lawyers—and rather than ignoring it like he wants to, Steve forces himself to open it and deal with whatever drama they’re lobbing his way now. The email informs him that his soon-to-be ex-wife is requesting his signature to agree to listing the house. Steve growls at the screen and immediately starts typing out a response that uses a lot of big words and essentially amounts to another adamant No.

This may be the biggest thing he and Peggy have fought over since the separation started. They bought the Pendergast Street house nearly ten years ago, with full intentions of growing old and grey there together. It’s a two hundred year old cottage, practically picturesque with its wattle and stone exterior, thatched straw roof, and one of the village’s canals running directly behind the back garden. It’s small and cramped and thoroughly lived-in, and it’s the place where Steve thought he’d spend the rest of his life with the person he loved. It kills him that Peggy wants to sell it. 

She doesn’t need the money, Steve thinks angrily. And he’s already offered her fair market value for it. Pegs is just being vindictive and trying to deny him the ability to keep the place and the memories it holds, bitter about Steve wanting to one day maybe have a family there with someone else. He emails his refusal on the matter and cc’s his own attourney, pissed off at Peggy all over again, and moves on to dealing with his actual work-related matters.

There’s an email from P. Potts, informing him that Stark will be flying in for the upcoming parents’ weekend, and requesting coordination on a suitable landing site for the man’s personal helicopter. Steve rolls his eyes and forwards the email to his secretary to sort out. If the Stark foundation didn’t give a hefty endowment to the academy each year, Steve wouldn’t put up with the man’s antics. But it does, so he does.

Peter Parker is an intelligent and precocious student who attends Carter Academy at Tony’s behest. The two are of no relation, as Steve had initially assumed. Rather, Parker is Stark’s ward and attends through a STEM scholarship program. The Stark foundation sponsors several such scholarship slots each year, of course; but Tony has maintained a keen eye on the boy’s education since he started there, and Steve has gradually become aware that the billionaire’s interest is … more than strictly philanthropic. 

It’s not unheard of for an older alpha to care for an omega that way, even in this day and age. Steve himself has considered the prospect before. Taking on an omega youth as a dependent partner wouldn’t be frowned upon, and especially not in the circles he himself travels in. It’s more his role as headmaster that might act as an impediment to propriety, and Steve has always been careful to avoid worrying the parents, alumni, and other various benefactors of the school that he may have any conflicts of interest with respect to their sons. 

Some of the most posh and exclusive families in Britain and Continental Europe send their children to Carter Academy, and they certainly aren’t dropping sixty grand a semester so that their children can be matched up with some stodgy academic. Steve may be educated and financially stable, but he still isn’t the sort of match that most of Carter Academy’s parents are looking to fix their sons up with. He has no vast fortune, no estate, no title, and—perhaps the biggest offense of all—he’s American. 

With a student body made up of nothing but omegas in their prime breeding years, it’s fair to say that Steve is—and always has been—surrounded by prospects for temptation each and every day. He’d honestly thought himself rather numb to it at this point, able to separate work from pleasure, students from everyone else. All those years married to Peggy and he simply had to be that way, if he wanted his marriage to work. 

But now he’s getting divorced. That changes things. With the Barnes boy, he’s finding the temptation to take on an omega mate newly rekindled. And Bucky would be so easy to mold and shape the way he wants. Steve could help him, he could care for him. Bucky’s young and healthy, he could give Steve pups, and his fiery temperament would only make the act of subduing him that much sweeter.

Steve’s eyes slide back over to the underwear on his desk, to the wet patch of release that Bucky’s body had given up so readily for him. Steve’s not sure when the last time was he came across an omega to whom he felt so naturally inclined. The draw of the boy’s scent alone is … considerable. 

Unable to get it out of his mind, he opens a new email and begins to compose a short letter to Tony. Maybe it’s time the two of them have a bit of a sit down chat. They can have drinks, catch up, review next year's endowments from the Stark Foundation, and perhaps even veer into discussing more personal topics … such as the intricacies of responsibly grooming impressionable young omegas.

Bucky doesn’t see Steve again for the rest of that day, and he’s both relieved and disappointed. 

Relieved, because he definitely needed a break from that high pressure situation. Naked or no, he certainly couldn’t have sustained much more interaction at that level of intensity. He’s not sure if he would’ve gone to his knees and face planted in Steve’s crotch first, or thrown a tantrum and tried to punch the guy square in the nuts, but he’s smart enough to know that either choice would’ve been a disaster. 

Disappointed, because he’s left feeling utterly bereft once all of that rich, heady stimulation is removed. 

It’s one of those times where he doesn’t realize that he likes something until he’s had it taken away. Instantly, he misses being in Steve’s presence, the realization peeling back as he’s led about by Sharon in a sort of informal orientation session. He wonders why Steve chose her to be his handler, because she’s not at all similar to the overbearing Headmaster.

Sharon seems really laid back and chill. Bucky doesn’t feel on edge or self-conscious around her, and she doesn’t seem to be overly concerned with his behavior in any outward way, either. Sure, she keeps her eye on him, she explains the rules, but the vibe Bucky gets from her is more like a slightly disinterested older sister who’s showing him the ropes, rather than someone who’s going to be exercising any kind of severe authority over him. It’s not that bad, or at least not like what Bucky was picturing it would be like. Sharon’s okay, he decides. Sharon he can live with.

But, if Steve truly thinks that Bucky needs so much structure and discipline or whatever, then Bucky can’t fathom why he’s been paired with Sharon. She’s certainly a poor substitute for the utterly dominating, older alpha male that Bucky encountered earlier, and he winds up distracted and reimagining the things Steve had said and done to him in the office, daydreaming about it while Sharon shows him the library, explains school rules, tells him she’s a low-protocol Handler, etc., etc. 

Even the things that’d made him so mad and humiliated at the time; now they elicit different feelings. Bucky’s body thrums hot and sensitive when he remembers the low rumble of Steve’s Voice, the woodsy smell of his cologne over top of his natural scent, the firmness of his thigh muscle against Bucky’s face, how big and rough his hand had looked when he’d cupped Bucky in between his legs and purred threats at him like another kind of oral sex … how he’d called him things, called him a “good girl” …

… Ohh, he thinks, as he’s walking along with Sharon. Maybe padded underwear and loose dresses aren’t the worst thing he could be wearing. They definitely do a lot to hide … reactions that would otherwise be quite noticeable in slacks. People joke about alpha teenagers getting unfortunate stiffies, but the thing about having an omega-sized prick is that there’s really no pushing it down or tucking it this way or that. Nothing between Bucky’s legs is ever gonna make it up to the helpful elastic of a waistband when he’s inconveniently aroused. Nope, he just gets a stiff length that pokes straight out from his body and can’t be concealed with anything short of a book in his lap. 

So the uniform winds up having a bit of a silver lining. And Bucky does start to feel less ridiculous the longer he goes around in the outfit. It’s not as though the thing is all frilly and girly or anything like that. In fact if it’s guilty of anything, it's the cardinal sin of frumpiness committed by all private school uniforms. Nobody bats an eye at him as he goes about the campus with Sharon, which helps. 

And of course Bucky’s aware that omegas dressed like this in the past, he’s just not used to it. The only other place he’s ever seen omega boys in skirts is in history textbooks or period dramas. It does help to see all the other first year students going about wearing the same thing as him and acting like it’s no big deal, and with the school being such an old, castley-type setting, it almost seems appropriate.

Plus, the boner-concealment thing. That’s good.

When Sharon asks him how he liked meeting “Headmaster Rogers,” Bucky’s left to bumble out a flustered reply that mostly consists of ‘ums’, and ‘erms’, and ‘fines’. Sharon shoots him a smirk like she knows what the problem is, and when Bucky promptly points to something random to change the subject, she indulges him.

It’s a good thing he got out of Steve’s office when he did, Bucky thinks. He doesn’t think he could’ve taken much more of the alpha’s domineering presence without doing something he’d come to regret. And as much as he’d maybesortakinda liked the things that Steve made him feel, he still feels like he’s run an emotional half-marathon in the span of little more than the hour he actually spent with the man. It’s good to have breathing room, time to think, to process … whatever the hell that’d been.

He’s never felt like how he felt in Steve’s office, and it’s embarrassing because he’s pretty sure that Steve: A) knows this, and B) wasn’t nearly so affected himself. Steve had kept his cool perfectly, had seemed more amused by Bucky’s reactions than anything else. He probably knows exactly how muzzy-headed Bucky was feeling by the end of it all, how hot and tight his belly was, how much his hole was pulsing and leaking into his underwear. Hell, Steve had as good as told him that he could tell, just by sight and smell alone. 

‘You don’t have to deny it, honey. I already know.’

Ugh. God. It’s so cringeworthy. Bucky’s body had betrayed him in about a half dozen ways, back in Steve’s office, and he feels frustrated that he didn’t act with more composure. He wants a redo of the whole, horrible encounter. One where he doesn’t act just like the desperate, mewling loser that Steve already thinks he is.

Sharon takes him to settle into his bedroom that evening, and it’s a typical dorm room setup: bed, bedside table, dresser, desk, chair. There’s a small wardrobe that’s stuffed to the brim with all sorts of extra blankets and pillows—for nesting, Sharon informs him. Bucky’s never been one to indulge in the habit, but maybe it could be nice to try it here. Maybe it might feel cozy. There are a lot of really nice things inside the wardrobe, to which he feels instinctively drawn when he drags his fingers over their soft and poofy textures. He actually starts to get mildly enthused: about the idea of nesting, and about the fact that he’s getting his own private room rather than having to share a communal dorm room with a dozen other boys like he’d been imagining … 

Until he spots the cameras that are up high in two of the bedroom’s corners, their little red lights blinking ominously down at him. Bucky stares up at them, calculating. The way they’re positioned …

Shit.

They cover every square inch of the room. Bucky’s heart sinks with dismay as he realizes what this means. 

“Oh, yeah,” Sharon says when she sees him looking. “We call those the nanny cams.” 

Bucky fights back a cringe. He hears Steve’s “no masturbation allowed” speech playing on a horrible loop in his mind as Sharon delivers a practiced spiel about how “privacy is not something students are entitled to” at Carter Academy, and that he’ll be monitored “pretty much everywhere” he goes.

Shit-fuck-shit and goddammit.

If Sharon notices his internal freak out, she doesn’t say anything. She just supervises from the doorway while Bucky changes for bed, ensuring that he puts on a fresh pair of the ridiculous double-underwear and reminding him of the no masturbation rule. It’s humiliating, and Bucky almost snaps something nasty at her, but by that point he’s so fucking tired from the overwhelming day he’s had that he merely grunts out an unhappy, “Got it.”

He briefly considers asking her if she’ll “milk” him like Steve said he could, but his embarrassment gets the better of him and he just turns to lie facing the wall instead, pulling the blankets up to his chin and ignoring Sharon as she turns the lights off and bids him goodnight from the doorway. There is no door for her to close.

-

Bucky sleeps surprisingly well, though his dreams are intense and filled with a certain Alpha Headmaster. He wakes the next day to the unpleasant combination of a morning erection, and Sharon rapping her knuckles on his bedside table.

“Morning! Time to get up, get dressed. Breakfast in ten minutes!”

She escorts him around campus like the world’s most overpaid babysitter, first to the dining hall for breakfast and then to class after that. She seems to understand that Bucky isn’t at all happy to be there, so she doesn’t get overly bossy with him or try to force much conversation. Bucky begrudgingly appreciates her for it, and he starts to think that maybe it won’t be so bad here with her as his Handler. Maybe Steve knew what he was doing, assigning them together.

Sharon’s like having an older sister—one who feels free to nag you and boss you around. Bucky thinks he can deal with that. She’s kinda hot at least, and Bucky doesn’t think he’d mind being bent over and milked by her if push came to shove, so he tries to get along to go along, so to speak, doing his best to follow the rules she points out and to not piss her off too early in the game.

The Handlers are all grad students, it turns out. People in their twenties who are studying to become educators or therapists themselves. Some are women, some are men, but all of them are alpha. They go around in stuffy tweed suits that are almost as dorky as the outfit Bucky’s being forced to wear. Overall the look is pretty unremarkable … except for the leashes that they keep on hand. Those are worn at the hip, rolled up and attached to their belts as a constant threat to keep their charges in line. 

Or at least that’s how Bucky reads it, because all of the students wear collars. First years like him wear the orangish-brown, with the gradient of the leather turning a shade lighter for every year up the wearer is. There are other first years who seem to be his age, but there are also some who seem younger and some who are obviously older. Bucky’s confused about it until Sharon explains to him that, as a reform school, Carter Academy sorts its students by years of attendance, not by age. 

She points out the coloring system with the collars as they pass different students, and explains the symbolism. Turns out, the little metal placards aren’t engraved with their own names, but rather with the initials “S.G.R.”—Steve’s initials—to remind the students that while they’re under the custody of Carter Academy, Steve is their acting Alpha. Mortifyingly, Bucky pops a boner the first time he hears that, and the only verbal thing he’s able to squeak out at Sharon afterwards is a strangled little, “W-what does the ‘G’ stand for?”

Bucky knows super conservative people sometimes wear collars as a sort of political statement, but it’s rare to see in the area where he’s from. At first it doesn’t seem like the collars serve much purpose other than such a statement, but it isn’t long until Bucky starts noticing the way his shoulders untense and his insides relax, even within the first ten minutes or so of wearing it. Every time he swallows, he’s reminded of the band around his throat, and he instantly relaxes all over again in a sort of weird little feedback loop. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out that it’s the way the leather mimics the sensation of a Hold. Bucky can still remember how his legs had all but gone to jelly when Steve Held him in his office. The collar only provides a fraction of a fraction of that feeling, but it’s still nice.

Nice for now, anyways. He sees some of the other students being led around from place to place with their Handlers’ leashes clipped to their collars. Most of them act like it’s no big deal and walk around calmly like nothing’s amiss. When Bucky asks if they’re being punished for something, Sharon says no, blithely remarking that while it can be used as a ‘consequence’, it’s more often just a part of some students’ regular wellness regimens. 

It’s pretty darn easy to spot the few students who are being led around on leashes for punishment purposes, though. Those boys get dragged around a little more sternly by their Handlers, all sullen expressions and watery eyes. Sometimes they’ve also been made to go around in just their underwear and sweaters, or even naked, their backsides visibly pinked or even bruised from recent spankings. Bucky is horrified by the realization that Steve wasn’t lying when he warned of clothing privileges being taken away. He wants to ask what on earth might warrant a punishment like that, just so that he knows precisely what not to do, but he’s too embarassed to ask. 

Instead he trails after Sharon to breakfast in the dining hall, and then off to his morning classes. Given that his entire schedule has apparently been made without an iota of his own opinion or input, he’s surprised, bordering-on-startled, when his first subject of the day turns out to be English Lit. And he’s been put in an advanced placement class so that the material is sufficiently challenging. 

This must be what his old Principal was making him take all that testing for, he thinks. 

The classrooms all have wooden desks—the old fashioned, two seater types where the student’s seat faces the worktop and the tutor’s seat faces the opposite direction on the side. The Handlers sit in the tutor’s seats, their backs to the teacher at the front of the classroom and all of their attention on their assigned students. It’s a very intense experience, Bucky’s coming to realize, to always feel like he’s being watched so closely. He won’t be able to get away with much under these conditions, that’s for sure.

His mood isn’t too bad, however, as he makes it through that first class and realizes that he’s actually going to be receiving a real education at this place. Ever since he found out yesterday that Carter Academy was an omegas-only reform school, he hasn’t held high hopes that he’d be taught many real academic subjects, only silly homemaking lessons and child rearing classes and maybe, like, ballroom dancing or something.

So he’s quite happy to pay attention in English Lit, and then in his second period class of French 2, his spirits slowly and cautiously lifting because the teachers don’t seem to be dumbing down the material at all. Bucky may be someone who’s easily distracted, occasionally with alternative priorities, but he’s always been an A-B student. He starts to believe that he might actually receive a decent education at this place. It helps lift his mood from sullen and sour, to cautiously optimistic.

He goes about the morning in a suspended state of “maybe this won’t be so bad,” only for it to come crashing down in a series of brutal reality checks. And all before lunchtime, too.

First, he witnesses something that turns his face red and his cock rigid. It happens when he and Sharon are walking down the hallway towards his next class. There’s a boy bent over with his hands on a bench, and his Handler is right behind: spanking him. The boy’s a first year, with an orange-brown collar and skirted uniform like Bucky’s, the hemline of which is flipped up over his back and his briefs are pulled down under the curve of his bare ass. 

Bucky realizes that the jockstraps can and do remain on for spanking activities, but he doesn’t stop walking to look. If anything, he walks even faster to get away from it. He’s suddenly very glad that he’s got his own padded jock on to hide his body’s reaction to the scene. “What the hell?” he mutters to Sharon once they’ve passed. Sharon just smirks and pats him on the shoulder, telling him not to worry: they’ve been having great luck with his behavior so far and he’s far off from earning anything like a spanking.

-

Well. That luck runs out when, halfway through the lesson of his next class, Bucky realizes he has to go to the bathroom. He glances over at Sharon and whispers, “Hey. I ah, I have to go to the bathroom.”

Sharon raises her eyebrow, which by now Bucky knows means: Ask me the right way. 

He blushes and mumbles even more quietly, “Please, may I go use the restroom?” 

Sharon nods and signals to the teacher that they’re leaving, then she guides Bucky out into the hallway and down to the bathrooms. Nothing goes awry until they get down there and Bucky discovers that: 1) there are no urinals, 2) there are no stall doors, 3) he’s expected to sit to pee, and 4) that Sharon is fully planning to watch him do it. Like, not even avert-her-eyes type watching like they do for drug tests. She plans to stand there and attentively watch him take a piss.

“You’re kidding,” Bucky says, looking back and forth between the toilet and Sharon, as if she’ll suddenly declare it a joke and move away to give him privacy. When she does no such thing and merely stands there with her arms crossed, Bucky scoffs and turns away from the toilet in refusal. “No way. I’m not just gonna go in front of you.” Sharon’s eyebrow rises, and Bucky’s eyes narrow into slits. “And I don’t sit to pee.”

“You do now,” she tells him plainly, looking very unimpressed. When Bucky moves to step out of the stall, she widens her stance and steps in closer, blocking his way out. “Are we going to have a problem here, James?”

Bucky glowers at her. “What possible reason could there be for you to stand there and watch me take a piss?!” he demands—quite loudly, too. He’s expecting Sharon to react by scolding him or grabbing him or something. What he doesn’t expect is for her to shrug as if she couldn’t give a crap, and pull out her cellphone. She taps the screen and then puts it to her ear, her eyes fixed smugly on Bucky as she calls someone.

Bucky scowls, but that expression slides right off his face when the call is answered and Sharon says, “Hello Headmaster,” into the phone. “You said to call if we ran into any misbehavior?”

Bucky blanches. “Seriously?” he hisses, and when Sharon simpers like a grade-A snot at him, he realizes that this is actually probably still what having an older sister is really like; he was just romanticizing the fuck out of it, earlier. Bucky’s always liked being an only child. 

“Yes, Sir. I’ve got James Barnes refusing bathroom protocol up at the west second floor loo. Should I handle it, or are you able to swing by?” Bucky’s eyes widen and his stomach sinks even further as Sharon responds to something Steve has said over the line and says, “Okay, sure. See you soon.” She ends the call and puts her phone back in her pocket, giving Bucky a patronizing smile once she meets his—no doubt horrified—expression. “Just hang tight,” she says. “Headmaster Rogers will be here in a sec.”

Fuck.

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Looking for a stucky fic I've read before, premise is that people are assigned roles at the certain age Dom-Sub. Reader is a sub who was kept sheltered from the outside world becoming more accepting of submissives being real living people and not slaves, so her father gives her to an abusive dom. In comas stucky, steve is the dom bucky is his sub but when they meet the reader while her Dom is out of town they decide to take her in as her health is at major risk due to being mistreated, story ends happy with the reader learning to be a happy healthy sub in a happy healthy relationship

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It's called 'A relationship you dident know you deserved' by the lovely @vampiregirl1797 ^^ I will reblog it and tag those who wished to be tagged once it was found, absolutely love this fic vampire! Keep up the good work <3

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Chapter 5

Summary: Mary-Katherine or Merricat was an omega. By blood, she would always be an omega. Her alpha Steve was the best alpha she could ever ask for. Kind, generous and made her feel all sorts of things. Life was perfect for her. But when Steve one day says he’s bringing his friend James Bucky Barnes, another alpha, into their household, things turn upside down for her and she has to be a companion for not only one alpha but two who both have very different expectations.

Pairings: Steve Rogers/James Bucky Barnes/Orignal Female Character

Warnings: Smut, Dom/Sub, Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Light Bondage, Vaginal Sex, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Knotting, Blow Jobs, Dominance, Submission, Discipline, Punishment, Praise Kink, Breeding Kink

Merricat stared at the front door, twiddling her thumbs and fingers nervously in front of her. She stood there for a moment, hoping Steve might turn around and come back, chuckling that it was a mistake and he wasn't needed. or that Bucky was needed and he was going to take him with him, but after a good minute or so, he didn't return, and her hopes of that were long gone. 

Rather than stand there hiding from Bucky, Merricat turned and slowly made her way back to the kitchen, taking as much time as she could to avoid Bucky. She hadn't forgotten his little scold just before Steve came rushing in, and now she was dreading walking back in there. She didn't want to be punished after her first night with him. Steve rarely punished her; even in the beginning, he rarely felt the need to correct her. Here and there, she may slip, but it was nothing that warranted a full-on punishment. but Bucky wasn't Steve. 

He seemed stricter and harsher, and it scared Merricat a bit. Perhaps that was Steve's fault before being so leanient with her and relaxed that Merricat didn't have much discipline in her life. It wasn't uncommon for an omega to be disciplined or corrected, and it was perfectly normal for their alpha to administer it at any time they thought their omega was slacking in their manners, showing respect towards them, or even disobeying clear rules laid out between them. But Bucky was still new, and she didn't know any of his rules. He was intimidating enough with his dark eyes and smirk, and Merricat was beginning to wonder if this was going to work out. 

But she trusted Steve, and if he said that the three of them were going to get along and this relationship would work, then she trusted his word on that. As she reached the doorway to the kitchen, she hid herself against the wall, quickly taking a deep breath and calming her nerves down, pressing on her stomach to push away the pounding sickening feeling she had, and shuffled inside, putting on a brave face. 

She cleared her throat of the groggy lump in the back of it as she passed Bucky, who was leaning against the counter still, sipping the last of his coffee. "I hope everything is okay at work for Steve," she mentioned, hoping that Bucky may have forgotten about earlier, and she busied herself with getting out pots and pans to make breakfast. 

"Yeah, hopefully it's nothing serious," he replied, placing the cup on the counter as he watched her. A small smile crept on his face as he watched her throw the bacon in the pan delicately, pressing with the spatula with ease. He ran his eyes over her body, taking in her curves and edges underneath the baggy jeans. She had the perfect size ass and breasts, which peaked out just from the t-shirt she was wearing. although he would have liked to see a little more skin on her. Her face had a natural glow to it, and her lips were plump and juicy, ready to be kissed and attacked. 

She was absolutely gorgeous, and Bucky couldn't wait to be able to touch her freely and without a reason. But for now, he didn't want to scare or make her uncomfortable, and they still needed to talk about his expectations and what he would expect from her as his omega. Steve and Bucky were very different Alphas, despite being the best of friends. and while it was just the two of them, Bucky decided now would be a good time to bring it up. 

"Do you normally address Steve by his first name?" He said it in a causal tone at first, but he could see her tense as he said it. Merricat swallowed. She had hoped she had gotten away with not having to have this conversation, but it was clearly still in Bucky's mind, and rather than avoid it, she decided to get it over and done with. Who knows? It might end here, and she could get on with the day. Merricat stuttered a little as she reached into the fridge for some eggs.

"Oh, um, just a few times," she shrugged. She wasn't lying; she did address Steve by his first name instead of Sir. Sometimes it just slipped out without her realising it, and with no correction, she didn't think much of it. But it was obvious earlier that it had caught Bucky's attention when she mentioned his name, and he didn't sound pleased with it. It was natural for an omega to address their alpha as Sir as a sign of respect to them, but Steve was so chilled out that he didn't mind it, and over the years of being his omega, she had used it more and more often. 

She tried to distract herself with breakfast, but as Bucky moved closer to her and stood beside her, his elbow almost touching hers and his scent high and strong, she couldn't ignore him.

"Does he ever correct you?" His tone was slightly lower, more dominant, and Merricat finally looked up into those ocean blue eyes, hers wide with parted lips as she stammered for an answer. 

"Well, not really; I guess he doesn't mind." She shrugged her shoulders and gave a nervous chuckle at the end, hoping that it might make things less tense and better for her, but Bucky was so intimidating that she was finding it hard to speak, and a turn of his lips into a pressed smile made her even more nervous. Her stomach tightened, and she felt like it was falling into a never-ending pit, her heart slamming against her chest. She waited for Bucky to reply. 

"Well, I do." The three words made her freeze and stare up at him, fearing a punishment was heading her way. She couldn't remember the last time she was punished or what it felt like. Punishments came in all different shapes and sizes, depending on the infraction. Something as small as forgetting to address your alpha by Sir could either consist of a small correction, such as wearing a correction collar for a couple days, or something larger, like a spanking. With it being a small infraction, it didn't warrant anything bigger than that, but she was unfamiliar with Bucky's techniques. 

"Oh," the word had left her mouth before she could stop it, and her cheeks heated bright red, praying that wasn't going to add to the list of infractions for punishment. Why she was surprised, she didn't know considering his reaction earlier, and with the way he was gazing down at her, his slightly turned eyebrows meant he was being serious. 

"I prefer my omega's to address me as Sir unless I say otherwise, and to be honest, you should be addressing Steve as such," he pointed out, tilting his head slightly, and Merricat swallowed. He was really going in on her. Merricat had forgotten what a firm correction like this felt, and having gone so long without having one, it was imitating her.

"Mmm, yes, sir, you're right, I should be; I won't do it again," she stuttered, shaking her head slightly so she could look away for just a second and regain her composure. A pleased smile came to Bucky's lips.

"Good, I'll let you off this time, but if it happens again, then I'll have to punish you." Merricat sucked in her bottom lip to keep herself together, and she nodded silently up at him, plastering a smile. 

"Good girl," he murmured, and he padded out of the kitchen, leaving Merricat free for a moment. She shuddered, letting out her breath, as her stomach was fluttering with all sorts of things inside. That was so intense, and now she had to make sure she addressed him properly. Without Steve here, she wasn't in the right frame of mind for her first punishment without knowing Bucky's ways or strengths. The spank of that metal hand was surely going to mark her, and she had never been marked in her entire life—something that scared the shit out of her. 

It wasn't uncommon for Alphas to mark their Omegas, but it sounded painful, and if done properly, it could lead to permanent marks. 

Merricat looked up at the clock, sighing heavily. She hoped Steve would be home soon. 

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