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purple-babygirl · 2 years
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Hello there, darling! (Is it okay to call you like that?)
I have a small request or just thoughts or whatever, but here’s a thing.
I never found fanfics with littles who have piercings or tattoos, on the contrary, I always found fics with littles who don’t have tattoos and piercings. And my ears have like 15 piercings in them and I also have nipple piercings. And I also wanted tattoos but what I won’t be good little with more piercings and tattoos?
So I just wanted to ask/ request what do you think about it? Or what would daddies Bucky and Sam think about it?
You don’t have to answer on that if you feel uncomfortable, I will totally understand!
Have nice day a night and sweet dreams! 💛
Pairing: SamBucky x f!reader
Word count: 450
Warnings: ddlg, it's all sfw.
A/N: you can call me whatever you want, Nonnie. You're very sweet and kind and I'm honestly ashamed of myself for having left your request unanswered for so long. Please forgive me. First of all, I'm so proud of you because it honestly takes a lot of guts to pierce anywhere and you're one tough ma'am right here! This is so cool and I'm sure you look stunning. I, too, want to have a lot of piercings and even more tattoos so I'm rooting for you rn. And I think our looks don't and shouldn't affect our goodness as littles or as girls in general, and I think Sam and Bucky would totally agree! I'm sure you're an amazing person and whoever you're with is lucky to have you, love 💜. I hope you have a wonderful day and life 💜 please enjoy xx💜
She let out a sigh before the mirror as she checked herself out, slipping one more earring on before stepping back. She looked nice, cool and, of course, sexy.
But did she look soft? Did she look little? Innocent? Good?
"You ready, sugar?" Sam's warm voice asked her as the man came into view behind her.
"I don't know... Maybe I shouldn't," she replied, nervous yet again about making the decision.
"Baby, you know you don't have to. We support whatever you want." His big hands rested on both her shoulders, massaging gently.
"That we do," Bucky confirmed, entering the room and speeding up to where she was to peck her cheek.
"I know. You're the best. I just—" she didn't know how to continue. How to tell them about her thoughts and worries. What if they think she's being silly? Or worse, what if her fears are true and her appearance does affect her ability to be a good little?
"What is it, doll?" Bucky frowned when he saw her frown.
"I don't wanna look less good for you," she whispered the words out quickly, her eyes getting shiny with unshed tears as her gaze dropped.
Sam exchanged looks with Bucky and then took her hand in his and led her to their bed, sitting down with her while Bucky crouched before her knees.
"You are the best baby to ever exist, so so good I can't believe we get to be the ones to take care of you," Sam said, kissing her hand.
"Love, this is your body," Bucky continued, "you can do whatever you want with it. It won't change anything about how good you are and how in love with you we are." His warm hand cupped her knee as she smiled down at him, her smaller hand covering his.
"And whatever you choose to do with it doesn't mean you don't deserve to be loved and babied and cared for. You will be mine and Daddy's baby for as long as you wish, sugar." Sam kissed her temple, his arm wrapping around her adoringly.
"I love you so much," she said, her fist going to rub at her eyes to wipe away any stray tears, "thank you" .
"We love you more, baby doll." Bucky kisses her knee, his hand squeezing hers in reassurance.
"So, you ready now, sugar?"
"Yes, papa." She nodded happily, smiling at Sam and squeezing Bucky's hand back.
"Baby doll is ready!" Bucky exclaimed, "let's go get you that tattoo." He stood up and kissed her forehead.
"You'd hold my hand, right?" Her small voice asked.
"Of course!" Both men replied in unison, making her giggle.
She felt good; safe.
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tom-whore-dleston · 1 year
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life in plastic 👠 - enemies to lovers w/ marc spector; “I have the feeling that you’re trying not to kiss me and I give you permission to just do it.” 👀
congrats again jordan, to the next 900 followers ❤️🥂
God Damn that Marc Spector
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Pairing: Marc Spector x f. reader
Genre: fluff/rom-com
Be aware of: enemies to lovers (?), SamBucky wedding, hella banter, alcohol consumption, Sam and Bucky are DRONK, accidental confession, making out, suggestiveness, Steven and Jake are not present
Summary: You grow closer to the man you hate when both of your best friends marry one another.
Word Count: 2k
Notes: omg Isla, please forgive me for how late I am to writing this 😭😭 I was starting to lose hope in finishing this but a sudden burst of inspo came and now I will be having Marc brain rot for the rest of the century dlkgjaldkhg thank you again for the request and I love you forever bb 😘🫶 Huge thank you to @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog for looking over it when I first started writing this and to @yummymatcha for being my Marc hype woman and beta-reader!! Remember to reblog and comment if you enjoyed what you read 😊
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Marc Spector was a name that made your eyes burn from how hard you rolled them every time you heard it. Even the thought of him and his shit eating grin made you want to pound your fist against a wall. However, you never did because he wasn’t worth bruising your knuckles nor putting a fresh dent in the wall. 
Years ago, your best friend, Sam, and his boyfriend, Bucky, set you and Marc up on a blind date. They figured that if they set up their best friends together, you all could go on fun double dates together. It was only five minutes into your blind date when you both realized how much you and Marc hated one another. Bucky and Sam were disappointed that it didn’t work out between you both so they tried to keep you both at a distance. That was until they got engaged.
It was no surprise that Sam asked you to be his maid of honor and Bucky asked Marc to be his best man. This also meant that you and Marc had to collaborate on making sure the wedding was absolutely perfect. The only obstacle you had to pass was not killing each other before the big day.
The first few times you met with Marc, you resisted the urge to stab him with the nearest object because of his sarcastic remarks. The only thing keeping you from murdering Marc in daylight was the image of your best friend beaming with his new life long partner all thanks to the work you did for him. Eventually, you learned to settle your differences with Marc and work as a team.
By the time Sam and Bucky’s wedding arrived, you and Marc watched your best friends become married. Thankfully, neither of you had a scratch or stab wound in sight. The rest of the wedding was full of love, laughter, and many, many drinks. You and Marc may have had a hard time seeing eye to eye in the beginning, but the one thing you could both agree on was an open bar all night. Unfortunately, it did lead to both Bucky and Sam getting wasted.
The newlyweds couldn’t make their grand exit out the banquet hall because they were stumbling over their steps. As maid of honor and best man, you and Marc stepped in to escort Bucky and Sam to their honeymoon suite at the top floor. While in the elevator, Sam turned to you with his eyelids half open.
“Hey,” he whispered loudly, despite only the four of you occupying the elevator lift. “Did you finally tell Marc that you like him?”
“What?!” you shrieked, face warming up like a tea kettle over fire. Although you fought to avoid Marc’s gaze, you already knew he was snickering with his hands on his hips. Meanwhile, Bucky stared off into space, watching the floor numbers change.
“What do you mean ‘what?’ You literally told me that you were going to take that tie off of him and wrap it around his wrists so you could-”
Ding!
Saved by the bell.
You sighed, “Alrighty, you and Bucky are clearly drunk so let’s get you both to bed.” As the elevator doors opened, you and Marc dragged Bucky and Sam out towards their suite at the end of the hall. Sam giggled hysterically.
“Oh my god, Sam, Marc is soooooo hot!” He pitched his voice so it matched yours. You gritted your teeth as your lips turned into a thin line. He may have been your best friend, but right at that moment, you wanted to murder him more than the man you actually hated.
“Sam, gimme the key so I don’t have to search your pockets.”
“I know who’s pants you want to search though.” Your best friend looked at his equally drunk husband, both of them bursting into a fit of cackles. God, it felt like dealing with two 12-year-olds in grown up bodies. Finally, Marc jumped in.
“C’mon, Sammy.” The exhaustion was apparent in Marc’s voice. “Today has been a blast, but me and the lady need some sleep and would rather do anything other than babysitting you two.”
Sam blew a raspberry in Marc’s face. “What a party pooper.” He rummaged through his pockets, pulling out the key. Your best friend turned to you. “You sure, you wanna bang this guy?”
Blowing off his comment, you snatched the key from him, hovering it over the sensor on the door. As the door unlocked, you glanced over to Marc, mouthing a sincere thank you, in which he just winked smugly at you. 
You and Marc managed to guide Bucky and Sam towards the giant king size bed. Bucky and Sam didn’t bother shedding off their tuxes before climbing onto the bed and immediately falling asleep. Loud snores echoed throughout the bedroom, taking that as your sign to escape quickly without a peep.   
“Well, that was interesting.” Marc huffed out a breath of relief. You both chuckled in unison without looking at one another. 
“That’s Sam for you,” you added. “He talks out of his ass when he’s drunk.” The two of you began walking slowly to the elevator, trying to stall time so you could have more quality time together. By the time you reached the elevator, Marc cleared his throat.
“I don't know about you, but I’m starving. I barely ate during dinner and I have a huge craving for curly fries. Care to join me?” Your stomach rumbled as he mentioned dinner. The same dinner you also neglected since the steak you were looking forward to eating was a little too well for your liking. You nodded, stepping into the elevator before Marc.
“Yeah, I’d love to.”
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On the way to the nearest fast food joint that was surprisingly still open, you and Marc talked about the wedding, including all the pros and cons. It was safe to say that the wedding was an overall success, minus Bucky and Sam taking advantage of the open bar. You shared a few laughs with Marc while reminiscing on every single moment of the day. Even though he kept his eyes glued to the road, you took in the way they crinkled when he concentrated. 
Then, you began to notice other features that never crossed your mind. He would lightly bite his tongue after hearing your giggles. He’d also run his hand through his dark hair when there was a moment of silence. A few gray hairs peeked through on the side of his head, even on the stubbles of his beard. 
Yes, Marc was an extremely handsome man, and also yes, he was starting to grow on you. However, you still couldn’t shake yourself from the blind date that made you hate him all these years. Deep down, you knew it wasn’t fair to hold that grudge, especially with all the progress you have made with Marc. But were you truly ready for something more with the man that gave you hell?
“Hey, sweet pea, what’s on your mind?” That nickname gave you butterflies every time he called you that. He didn’t start referring to you as sweet pea until you started planning the wedding and demanded the DJ to play “Sweet Pea” by Amos Lee as part of the grand entrance playlist.
You brushed your thoughts off with a short laugh. “Oh, I was just thinking about what to order. I’m debating between a sandwich or cheeseburger. Or anything with cheese at this point.”
“Quite the inner conflict, I bet,” Marc joked. “Whatever you want, go ahead and order it. It’s all on me.”
“What? Are you sure?” 
“Don’t worry about it, sweet pea. I know you were swamped today so let me treat you.” Your cheeks warmed up and your palms grew clammy. 
“Thank you, Marc! Really, I appreciate you for having my back.” Suddenly, your hand was engulfed by Marc’s, his thumb grazing yours gently. 
“Consider this a second chance date.”
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As you headed back to the hotel, you ate your meals in silence. “Sweet Pea” blasted through the speakers and Marc caught you swaying to the song out of the corner of his eye, your cheeks filled with bites from your cheeseburger. He smiled to himself as he kept driving, sipping on his soda.
Once you arrived back, you had finished eating and fell into the typical fast food coma. You cursed as you exited Marc’s car, the frosty air biting at your exposed arms and legs. Marc rushed to your side, slipping off his jacket and draping it around your shoulders. The heat and smell from his body transferred onto you as you buried yourself into the jacket. A new sensation coursed through your veins, a sensation that you typically felt while thinking of Marc late in the evening. You tried your hardest to ignore it as he walked you to your room.
By the time you were in front of your room, you didn’t want to let go of the warm jacket, nor did you want to let go of this moment with the man you were trying hard to get out of your head. As you were returning the jacket to Marc, he shook his head and pushed it back towards you.
“Go ahead and keep it, sweet pea. I’ll come back and get it in the morning.” He gazed up and down your frame, thinking about how adorable you looked swimming in the jacket.
“Oh, okay. Good, I was still cold anyway.” You fought the urge to stare into his gorgeous gaze. All of a sudden, you were frozen. Your hand tried to reach for the room key in your clutch, but an invisible force was holding you back. Actually, it was just Marc using just one finger to lift your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes. 
“I have the feeling that you’re trying not to kiss me and I give you permission to just do it.” This caused you to blink in bewilderment.
“Uhh…excuse me?” You couldn’t believe the words coming out of his mouth.
“Second chance date. Remember?”
You rolled your eyes and backed away from him. “Jesus, Marc, you’re exasperating.”
“Ooh, that’s a big word.” Marc laughed. “I may be exasperating but at least I’m not the one lying to myself.”  
Your blood was boiling. For once, you were actually having a more than decent time with him and he decided to ruin it with his stupid remarks. You wanted to spit another insult in his face. You wanted to slap him, punch him even. Instead, you yanked him towards you by the collar and slotted your lips against his.
All logic flew out the window as you pressed your chest against his as his arms wrapped around your waist. His kiss was so intoxicating you could have fainted from the way his tongue slid across your lower lip. Your tongues tangled passionately, all the built up tension releasing for your mind and body. Marc pinned you against the door frame, causing you to snap back to your senses. You pulled away from Marc, catching your breath and straightening your posture.
“Well, there you go.” You threw your hands in the air. “Happy?”
“Unfortunately, no. You didn’t give me a chance to kiss you more.”
“Well, that’s too bad because it’s not gonna happen again.” You reached into your clutch for your room key. 
“You sure about that?” Marc asked rhetorically. You paused as Marc leaned his side against the wall. For a brief moment, you actually considered kissing him again right then and there. But where was the fun in that?
You scoffed and shook your head. “Good night, Marc.” Once your room key scanned against the door sensor, you wiggled the doorknob and retreated to your room, not bothering to glance back at Marc’s cheeky smirk. 
You shimmied out of the oversized jacket, throwing it over the armrest of the love seat. Then, you changed out of your dress and into a baggy t-shirt and sweatpants. Yet, the touch of Marc’s hands still lingered on your body. No matter how long you brushed your teeth for, your lips still savored the bittersweetness of his mouth. And you found yourself longing for at least one more taste.
God damn that Marc Spector!
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whiskeyncoke-redux · 2 years
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Sam Wilson x Reader x Bucky Barnes; SamBucky x  Reader
*a/n: Reposting this fic here, hope y’all enjoy.
Summary:  You get a little handsy with Sam and Bucky at a gala, so Sam has to teach you a lesson.
Warnings: Smut, MMF, Spanking, Semi-public sex, Oral (M&F receiving) 18+ ONLY Minors DNI
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Sam had told you to take it easy, but of course you didn’t listen. Bucky had told him to stop worrying, that you would be fine. You knew, well, thought, you could handle all the alcohol you’d drank that night. And to be fair you didn’t overdo it, but you were feeling good. And when you felt good like that, you tended to get a bit handsy; which was all well and good when you were at home or around friends, but this was different. When you were at a reception, dressed up, with senators, not so much. You needed to keep your hands to yourself, or at least try.
Of course the setting didn’t stop you, it just made you a bit more sneaky.
You walked around with Bucky and Sam, nodding, smiling, and talking with various senators and their aides and spouses, but after about the tenth one, you became bored. Luckily there was an open bar. Once Sam was in deep conversation with Senator Woodsworth (or was it Worthington? Who cares, you had stopped paying attention), you slowly backed away and made your way to get a drink.
You’d had one, then another, then a third. After your fifth one, you were feeling the alcohol. You walked around to find Sam, you found him still in conversation with the same senator, joined by two more. You sidled up to him, sipping on your drink. When he felt you next to him, he slipped an arm around you, giving your side a quick squeeze, before letting you go; never stopping his conversation. You weren’t in the mood to be ignored, however. You placed your hand on his back, sliding it down until you could slip it under his suit coat. You lightly ran your nails up and down his back, knowing how much he liked that. You felt him shiver, then he shot you a warning look. You didn’t meet his eyes as you kept sipping your drink innocently. When you let your hand slide down to grope at his ass, you heard him stumble over some of his words. You took your hand away as you smirked into your drink.
When he’d finished his conversation with the senators, he grabbed your hand and pulled you, none too gently, into a corner.
“Y/N, what’s gotten into you?”
You pouted. “I’m bored, Sammy.”
He knew that tone. His eyes landed on the glass in your hand and he sighed. “How much have you had to drink?”
You smiled mischievously. “Not a lot.”
“That’s her fifth one,” Bucky’s voice said from behind you. He’d been watching you from the other side of the room.
“Okay, well, that’s her last one,” Sam said to him, then turning to you he said, “No more, you know how you get. At least wait until we get home.”
“Well, let’s leave now and you won’t have to worry,” you said, shrugging and continuing to sip on your drink.
“Y/N,” he said with warning in his voice.
“I’ll keep an eye on her,” Bucky said, taking your drink out of your hand.
“Hey!”
“You heard him,” he said to you, taking your arm and leading you away. “No more, now be good.”
You pouted some more as you walked away with Bucky.
You didn’t fare better being around him. He had to keep swatting your sneaky hands away from him too.
All through the rest of the evening, they tried their best to control you. It didn’t work. During  dinner, where you had a few more drinks, even though they both had told you not to, they had to keep removing your hands from their laps. You knew you had gotten to them though, once you felt how hard you had made both of them.
Sam couldn’t take it anymore.
As soon as the dinner was over, he made excuses for the three of you. He motioned to Bucky, gave you a look, and the three of you got up to leave. You tried, somewhat unsuccessfully, to hide your glee as you said your goodbyes.
Once you all were in the back of the limo and were on the way home, you leaned over to Sam who was sitting there, leaning away from you and giving you a look.
You took his chin in your hand. “Aww, Sammy, are you mad at me?”
He didn’t say anything, but continued to look at you. You attempted to kiss him, but when your lips touched his, he didn’t do anything. You pouted again, then shrugged, took your hand away, then turned to Bucky.
“He’s not talking to me.”
“So I see.”
“Do you think he’s mad at me?”
“He may be.”
“Are you mad at me?” you asked as you gave him your best innocent look.
Bucky just chuckled.
You took that as a good sign and moved closer to him. You threw a look at Sam before turning back to Bucky. You took his chin in your hand, like you did with Sam, and leaned in to kiss him. Bucky responded by kissing you back. Taking your hand from his face, you let it slide down his chest, until you got to his lap. You rubbed the erection you felt growing there, making him groan.
You smiled against his lips and began to undo his pants. Taking his dick out and stroking it. You kissed Bucky one more time before lowering your head. You licked up the vein on the underside, before licking and sucking around the head. You then lowered your head, taking him into your mouth until you gagged. You started bobbing your head up and down, hollowing your cheeks around him. He licked his lips and closed his eyes, leaning his head back, enjoying what you were doing with your mouth.
When you felt the limo swerve a bit, almost making you lose your rhythm, Sam looked up, and saw the driver peering at you through the rearview mirror. He cleared his throat loudly, glaring at him, and motioned for the driver to raise the partition.
“You know,” Sam finally spoke to Bucky as he watched you. “You’re just rewarding her bad behavior.”
Bucky lifted his head and looked over you at his friend, replying, “Just let her have her fun, Samuel.”
“Naughty girl. We were trying to take her out to have a nice time,” Sam tsked, his eyes still on you. “Couldn’t even wait until we got home.”
“Well, looks like that’s just not her thing,” Bucky smirked, before placing his hand on Sam’s thigh, rubbing up it. “Relax.”
“Don’t you start too,” Sam groaned.
Like you had done a few minutes ago, Bucky took Sam’s chin in his hand, stroking his cheek with his thumb.  He then leaned as close as he could with you between them and kissed Sam softly. Once he felt Sam relax, he reluctantly lifted your head, and nodded towards Sam.
You wiped your mouth and, hiking up your dress, you tried to climb on his lap to kiss him. Sam wouldn’t let you though.
“Nuh-uh,” he said, shaking his head and pushing you away.
You were about to ask him why, when you felt the limo come to a stop. When the driver announced that you were home, Sam pushed you off his lap and climbed out. You looked over at Bucky, who shrugged, fixed his clothes, and nudged you out, following behind you.
You walked up to the door. Sam opened it and ushered you inside. Once Bucky closed the door behind him, Sam came up behind you, grabbed you by the waist, and pulled you towards him. You felt his lips ghost up the back of your neck to your ear. You felt his hand slowly unzip your dress. Before you could take it off, he stopped you.
“Go in our room, take everything off, and wait,” he whispered before lightly pushing you away towards the hallway.
You walked off with one look back, Bucky just nodded at you. Once you were in the room, you stripped out of all your clothes and sat on the edge of the bed to wait. While you were waiting, Sam went over to the bar next to the kitchen and fixed himself a drink. Bucky watched him.
“What are you planning?” he asked.
“Nothing too bad, just gonna teach her to behave in public.”
Bucky laughed. “I don’t really think that’ll work.”
“Probably not,” Sam conceded, but he smiled and added, “But might as well have some fun.” He drained his glass, and pointed at Bucky, “You gotta stop letting her get away with everything.”
Bucky nodded. “I know, but she’s so cute. I can’t say no to her.”
Sam shook his head, “That’s sad.”
“Hey, it’s the same reason I let you get away with so much,” he said before pulling him close and kissing him again.
After a bit Sam pulled away slowly, then nodded his head towards the room. “C'mon.”
You looked up when you heard the door open and both men entered. You started to smile but when you saw the stern look on Sam’s face, your smile faltered.
“We took you out, to this nice dinner so that you weren’t doing the same things every night,” he started, walking to you.
You opened your mouth to argue, but he stopped you by holding up a hand.
“And I get you didn’t have fun,” he continued. “But still all you had to do was behave yourself. And you couldn’t even do that.”
You hung your head.
“Look at me.”
You looked up at him.
“You have got to stop acting out in public,” he said, taking a seat on your left.
He had stripped out of his coat and taken off his tie. He was now rolling up the sleeves of his dress shirt.
“I blame us,” he said, taking your face in his hand. “We let you get away with too much. Well, that stops now.”
At that final word he let your face go, and pulled you, by your arm, over his lap.
“Sammy, wha…?”
“You know not to call me that,” he said.
“Sorry.”
“Sorry, what?”
“I’m sorry, daddy.”
“Good, now count.”
And with that he landed a stinging slap on your bare ass, making you squeal out in shock.
When you didn’t say anything, Sam whispered “Well, that’s five more. If I have to tell you again, I’ll make it ten.”
He smacked you again and you whimpered out, “One.”
He did it over and over. By the time you reached five, Bucky came and sat on your other side. He frowned slightly over at Sam.
“Don’t give me that look,” Sam told him, giving your ass another smack. “I told you, you’re too easy on her. Besides this isn’t a real punishment for her.” He took his hand from your ass and swiped a finger up your pussy. “Look how wet it’s gotten her.”
It was true, you were soaking wet. You couldn’t help it. When this side of Sam came out, it was such a turn on. You hadn’t expected the spankings, but, oh, you weren’t complaining. A sore ass was worth this.
When you had reached ten, Sam lifted you off his lap. You would have sat down on the bed but you couldn’t. So you stood there in front of both men, tears still running down your face, your makeup smudged. Bucky got up and wiped your face as best as he could. Sam tsked from his spot on the bed.
“Too easy on her,” he said again, before getting up and walking behind his friend.
He proceeded to strip Bucky out of his clothes. Taking off his jacket and tie, before undoing his pants and pushing them down along with his underwear. He then turned him around by his arm and kissed him roughly, grabbing onto him by his waist, before pushing him down on the bed.
“Clean up the mess she made,” Sam told him.
Bucky reached for you, and tried to lay you back on the bed, but winced as your ass touched the bed.
“I don’t think she can sit on the bed, I made sure of that.”
“Fine,” Bucky said, laying back and motioning for you to climb on his face.
You did. As you lowered your pussy over his face, he saw how wet you were. He couldn’t help but comment, “So, you did like it.”
“Told you,” Sam said smugly.
You lost focus on what both men were saying when you felt Bucky’s tongue delve into your slick folds. You closed your eyes and began rocking your hips as he worked his tongue inside you.
“Fuck, baby,” you groaned when you felt his tongue flick at your clit, making you grab onto the headboard.
“Feels good, doesn’t it, baby girl?” You heard Sam ask.
“Y-yes,” you moaned as you felt Bucky wrap his lips around your clit as he slipped two fingers inside you, teasing them against your g-spot.
“Then show him how much you’re enjoying it.”
You lifted your body and turned around. You saw Sam standing at the foot of the bed, he had stripped off his clothes, before you lowered your head onto Bucky’s cock again. You licked up the precum from the head, swirling your tongue around it before taking all of him into your mouth again. You felt him moan around your clit, sending more waves of pleasure through you.
You then felt Sam’s hand grab your chin, lifting your face up a bit. You came face to face with his hard dick.
“Go on,” he said softly from above you. “Us both.”
You took his dick into your mouth as you stroked Bucky’s, then took Bucky’s in your mouth as you stroked Sam. You alternated between the two until you felt Bucky give a particularly hard suck on your clit. You sat straight up, moaning loudly.
“Fuck, fuck, Bucky, fuck.”
You started to move your hips faster, as Bucky worked his fingers inside you. You felt yourself coming closer to the edge. You felt the bed dip a bit as Sam joined you.
“Cum for us,” he said, taking your chin in his hand. “Let Bucky taste all of you. Go on, cum on his face.”
You felt that coil inside your abdomen break and you came with a loud moan. You felt your legs shaking, and Bucky grabbed onto them, holding you steady. Grabbing you by the back of your head, Sam kissed you deeply, sliding his tongue inside your mouth, swallowing your moans, while Bucky continued to work his inside you.
Once you caught your breath, Sam pulled you from Bucky by your waist, settling you on his lap.
“You okay?”
You nodded, moving your hips against his hard dick.
“You want me to fuck you, huh?” he asked, his hands going to your thighs.
“So bad, daddy,” you told him.
Sam couldn’t help it, he smiled. Bucky was right, you were cute, especially when you were so needy like this.
He sat back against the headboard. “Bucky too?”
“Yes,” you said, turning to look at him with a grin.
He smiled at you, sitting up to kiss you. You let out a soft moan when you felt his tongue slide in, letting you taste your juices. As he kissed you, you felt Sam’s hands roam over your body, toying with your breasts, before taking one in his mouth, licking and sucking on your nipple, then moving to the other. You started grinding against him, wanting him inside you.  When Bucky felt you moving your hips, he knew what you wanted. He reached between you and Sam, grabbing a hold of his dick, and stroking it slowly. You felt Sam moan around your nipple.
Bucky winked at you, making you grin, before lowering his head. Like you had done to him earlier, Bucky swirled his tongue around the head of Sam’s dick. Sam threw his head back, and you took advantage of that to kiss and suck along his neck, down his chest, stomach, until you met Bucky’s head. You shuffled back so that you could lick the underside of his dick. You started working your mouth and tongue on the shaft while Bucky teased the head. As you both kept going, Sam’s groans grew louder.
After a while you felt him stop you both.
“We got time for that later,” he said, before asking you, “I thought you wanted me to fuck you?”
He motioned for you to climb back on his lap. You did so eagerly, sliding down on him. He held onto your hips as you settled yourself on him and began to move. Bucky watched you two for a moment, then positioned himself behind you. He kissed and licked along your neck, his hands reaching around to fondle your breasts, as you bounced up and down on Sam’s dick.
“Shit, so wet,” Sam murmured as your velvety walls contracted around him.
When you felt Bucky’s hand slide down to rub your clit, you reached behind him, grabbing his cock and stroking it in time with your movements.
“B-bucky,” you groaned, slowing your hips. “Fuck me.”
You leaned forward a bit and you felt the tip of his cock toy with your asshole. He slid inside you slowly, not wanting to hurt you. Once he was in, and you adjusted to both of them, they both began moving inside you. The feel of them both overwhelming you. They both murmured words of encouragement as you continued to take them.
“So, so good, baby,” Bucky said. “Taking us so good.”
“Keep going,” Sam muttered. “That’s it, that’s our good girl.”
You felt Sam’s hand come to play with your clit as you moved with them.
“Fuck, I’m so close, don’t stop,” you groaned.
“Come on, baby. Cum,” Sam moaned.
Your body obeyed him and with a loud, almost feral moan, you came hard, your orgasm surging around him. They were close behind you, you felt Bucky’s hips began to stutter as he moved inside you faster. With a loud moan, he bit down on your neck as he emptied himself inside you, his cock twitching. He pulled out and, grabbing onto your hips, started moving you up and down on top of Sam, while he fucked up inside you. When you clenched your pussy around his dick, Sam let out a groan, and came inside you. You leaned forward, capturing his lips with yours, swallowing his moans as he continued to rut himself into you, until he was spent.
The three of you collapsed on the bed, hot and sweaty, hands roaming over each other’s bodies, attempting to catch your breath. You lay between them, their hands roaming over your body, lips on your skin.
You turned towards Sam, caressing his face.
“Are you still mad at me?”
“Not if you learned your lesson,“ Sam said, kissing you softly. "Are you gonna behave in public?”
“Mmm, maybe,“ you said with a mischievous smile.
He looked from you to Bucky, who just chuckled.
“I told you,” he said simply.
"It’s because you spoil her,” Sam argued, making Bucky shrug with indifference.
“Well,“ you said. "Maybe I need to learn some more? I don’t think my lesson sank in the first time.”
Sam sighed. “Well, I tried. Buck, it’s your turn.”
“That’s just what I’d figured you’d say,” Bucky said with a laugh, turning your body towards him and lifting your leg up, so that he could slide inside you.
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chokemewanda · 3 years
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Truth And Good
Steve Rogers x f!reader
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Five times Tony is shocked by how little he knows Steve and one time he accepts it.
Warnings: swearing, smut, blink and you’ll miss it Stucky, blink and you’ll miss it SamBucky, violence
“I don’t get it.” You looked between the group feeling nothing but confused when Tony made a joke about Steve and his Golden Boy ways.
You looked to your boyfriend, your eyebrows pulled down in confusion and he rolled his eyes, pulling you close with the arm he had wrapped around your shoulders.
“Because I’m a paragon of truth and good. Captain America doesn’t swear, you know?” He explained. You looked between Steve and Tony as Tony waited for you to catch up.
“You’re new around here and something tells me you’re going to be around for a while so here’s the crash course.” Tony pointed a small screwdriver at you. “Cap here doesn’t like any vulgarity. No swearing, no jokes about sex, no talking about sex and unfortunately for you, probably no having sex either.”
“Steve? My Steve?” You asked, looking back to the man in question who preened when you called him yours.
“It’s a long running joke, I can’t escape the old man persona they’ve attached to me.” Steve explained with a shrug and you let it go, sensing how uncomfortable he was with the whole conversation.
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“So, how did you phrase it? Paragon of virtue?” You asked, taking your seat beside Steve on the sofa and burrowing under his arm.
“Paragon of truth and good.” He corrected, tipping you on the nose with his index finger.
“Hmm, so you don’t have sex?” You asked and Steve laughed.
“Baby, you’ve still got bruises for my hands on your hips last night.” He reminded you and you nodded, stuck in your head with the thought that no one actually knew Steve. “It’s just a running joke. They see me as an old man and I just let them.”
“So none of them really know you.” You sighed and he shrugged, content to leave things how they were so he wouldn’t stir the pot. This man told Nazi’s to eat shit for a living but couldn’t ask his friends to cut it out.
“They know enough.” Steve sighed. “The rest is for you.”
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1. Sports
You pushed open the apartment window as far as it would go and stuck your head out, hoping to find a breeze but the air was still and the heat was sweltering.
You were sweating through your tank top and shorts and even Steve who usually ran warm anyway was down to just a pair of shorts.
He was leaned back in the sofa, a beer in hand and eyes transfixed on the television. The Dodgers were losing bad and he was in a foul mood, the heat was not helping his temper.
You fanned yourself with a take out pamphlet as he leaped off the couch, free hand clenched in a fist and yelled. “You traitorous bastards. How hard is it to hit the damn ball?”
You watched for little longer as he slumped back down on the couch and swallowed the last of his beer, you made your way to the fridge and tossed a beer to his open, waiting hand.
“You - what the fuck was that? Thank god those piece of shit players moved outta New York, I’d be ashamed to say they were from my city.” Steve sighed, opening the bottle and chugging half in the first swallow.
“Not everyone has got the reflexes you’ve got, Baby.” You reminded him, standing in front of the open refrigerator. He looked over his shoulder and rolled his eyes with a smile.
“Is it too much to ask they do the job they get paid to do?” He asked and you laughed, shutting the fridge and padding forward to wrap your arms around his neck, your clasped hands resting over his heart.
“Do you gotta be so vulgar, Mr. Paragon of Truth and Good?” You asked and he shrugged, jostling you. His hand came up to clasp over yours.
“Can’t a man yell at the tv in his own apartment? You gonna tell me it’s a sin to drink beer next?” He asked drily, a smirk on his lips.
“Mhmm, what’s the point if it don’t get you drunk?” You asked with a shrug, releasing him when your phone began to buzz on the kitchen counter.
“We got a security breach and you’re it for covering over time.” Tony sighed down the phone and you groaned.
“I don’t wanna.” You whined and Steve jumped up from the sofa again.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Steve yelled and you sighed, pressing a hand over your other ear. “Christ just shove the bat up your-“
“Steve!” You snapped. “I’m on the phone.”
“Like hell that was Cap talking.” Tony scoffed and you rolled your eyes, heading for your trainers and keys where you had left them by the door.
“I’ll be back soon baby!”
“Fucking Dodgers.” Steve sighed before looking up. “Hang on Sweets, I’m gonna come with you. There’s better AC at the tower.”
2. Lonely
Steve had been gone for a month. A whole month of calls from burner cells and mission reports from Natasha to assure you he was, in fact, still alive.
You were new to all this. New to the whole long distance relationship and the not knowing if he was okay.
Certain things weren’t new to you but being with Steve had spoiled you. Steve had an insatiable libido, one that made sure you were well looked after and now after months of more orgasms than you could count you had gone over a month with only yourself for company.
You weren’t sure how it happened that you had come to depend on him so much but his absence had shown you that he had made good on his promises to ruin you for anyone else.
You were sitting in your office, legs crossed and laptop on your lap. You should’ve gone home hours ago but it was lonely and you preferred to keep working through it rather than deal with it.
You looked up when your phone began to vibrate, buzzing against the leather of the chair you were sitting in. You lifted it without looking, still typing with your free hand and you answered.
“Hey Sweets.” You sighed in relief, tension falling from your shoulders at the sound of his voice. He was tired, you could tell as much. You weren’t sure where he was but his time zone seemed to be similar to yours which made it so much worse, knowing he hadn’t gone far.
“Hey baby, how are you doing?” You asked, closing down the lid of your laptop and placing it back up on your desk. “You coming home soon?”
“Probably gonna be another week.” He sighed and you frowned, your bottom lip jutting out. “Don’t pout.”
“I miss you.” You sighed down the phone. “The bed feels too big without you. I didn’t even go home today because I don’t want to be there alone.”
“I know Sweets, feeling a little lonely without you.” Your pout disappeared, your lips turning up in a smile at the groan in Steve’s voice. “Miss your sweet little mouth.”
“Been all riled up without you, haven’t been this deprived since I went through a dry spell after graduating.” You told him, stretching languidly in your chair.
“I know Sweets, I miss taking care of you. I miss hearing that little whimper when I first get my mouth on you.” You whimpered as he spoke, a hand traveling under your waist band. “How have you been taking care of yourself?”
“Used those toys you got me.” You whispered, your fingers sliding between your folds. “They aren’t as good as you.”
“I’m so fucking hard all day.” He tells you honestly. A shout and then Steve’s resigned voice came through the speaker. “Tony don’t even dare. Get out, shut the door and mind your business.”
3. Virtue
“You want another?” You asked Steve and he nodded, his hand lingering on the small of your back as he looked away from Clint and Natasha. “Same again?”
“Yeah Sweets.” He grinned and pressed a kiss to the top of your head and you smiled before heading to the bar, ordering two drinks.
As you were waiting you chat to some of your colleagues, lamenting on a project you’ve all been working on and how it’s kicking your asses.
“If we don’t meet that deadline we are so fucked.” Joan, a fellow analyst, sighed, taking a drink and slamming her glass down on the bar top.
“If you don’t get fucked you’re gonna get fired just from your temper alone.” Ben laughed from behind his beer bottle.
“If she breaks my bar she’s fired.” Tony popped up at your side and you rolled your eyes.
“It’s the sexual frustration.” You told him with a shrug and he laughed. “She’s been on edge for weeks.”
“You and her must have that in common. I bet Cap is still a virgin.” Tony teased and you raised one eyebrow, a smirk on your lips.
“Oh yeah, our Captain is a paragon of, how did he phrase it?” You asked, pretending to think.
“Truth and Good.” You and Tony echoed each other and you laughed again, accepting two drinks from the bar man.
“I don’t know about Cap but Steve Rogers fucks me into the mattress every night and he’s not satisfied until I’ve cum twice as many times as he does.” You sip from your drink as you feel the comforting presence of your boyfriend behind you.
Without looking you raise the hand holding his drink and he accepts it, pressing a kiss to the shell of your ear.
“Cap, did you give this woman your virtue?” Tony asks, aghast.
Everyone looks up when Bucky clears his throat as he walks by, an arm around Sam’s shoulder and a devilish gleam in his eyes. “Nah, I had that privilege. Thought him everything he knows.”
“Captain America is Bisexual?” Ben asks, jaw dropped.
“Bisexual is when-“ Tony rushes to explain and Steve laughs.
“I know what it is.” He assured the worried billionaire. “And I’m not bisexual.”
“He’s pansexual.” You filled in, leaning back against your super soldier’s chest.
4. Missing
“We’ve gone over eight hours without view.” Steve pushed through the groups of agents crowded in the briefing room and approached the two he left responsible for you.
“Eight hours? Eight fucking hours it took you to miss her?” He asks, eyes flashing dangerously. “How did you lose sight of her for eight hours?”
“It was during the night! We have a shift change and it must have happened then. We didn’t realize until she didn’t wake for work.” The agent crumpled under the weight of Steve’s glare and flinched when he raised his hand.
“Get out. Don’t come back. Don’t ever let me see you again. If I so much as hear your voice then you are dead.” Steve warned and the agent scurried away, head ducked with shame as everyone began to work, tracking your whereabouts.
“Find her.” He told the room, his voice low and dangerous. “Now.”
“Cap.” Tony sighed, grabbing Steve by the arm. “Breath.”
“Not until she’s found.” He growled and looked up when an analyst called his attention.
“We got a location.” Ben worked with you and so Steve knew he could trust him. “She entered this building less than twenty minutes ago with two known Hydra associates.”
“Let’s go.” Steve swung his shield out of the holster on his back and settled it on his arm.
“We need a plan. We need to think this through-“ Tony argued but was silenced when Steve turned his cold glare on him.
“I need to put a bullet in the head of anyone that dares stand between her and I.” Steve told the room, his voice leaving no room for argument.
“Cap-“ Tony sighed.
“Cap nothing. My name is Steve and that’s my fucking girl.”
5. Quick?
“Steve.” You hissed, prying his hands away from your waist with a laugh. He let you push him away only for him to pull you after him, his back thumping into the wall.
You stumbled against his chest and rolled your eyes, trying to push away from him. “I’ll be so quick.”
“No, you don’t know how to be quick. You get all caught up in being a tease.” You scowl but even as you speak you know he’s already won, manhandling you until your back is to his chest and he has your skirt hitched up.
“Can’t be helped, Sweets. You’ve got a pussy that begs to be appreciated.” Steve sighs, mouthing kisses against your neck.
“Appreciate it quickly.” You groan, arching your hips into his touch. “We’ve got less than fifteen minutes before someone notices we’re gone.”
“Twenty by my estimate. Tony and Pepper have gone with Morgan to take pictures just the three of them.” Steve sighs when you grind your ass back against him. “Natasha went with them to hold Pepper’s dress or something.”
“It’s a wedding, we’re expected to be out there.” The fight has completely left your body when he slips a finger inside you.
“Cap, family photos time and you’re the closest I’ve got so-“ You flush bright red as Tony bursts in the door and Steve freezes in place.
“Your hand is up her skirt.” Tony stutters and Steve clears his throat.
“Yes. So will I be in a minute. Shut the damn door.”
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“You defiled him.” You had danced with all the Avengers and had ended up in Tony’s arms, letting him spin you manically as you both laughed.
Steve and Pepper with dancing slowly, with manners. Unlike you and Tony, a tornado of clumsy limbs and too much energy.
“You’d think that but actually, I had nothing to do with that.” You told Tony with a laugh as he dipped You dangerously low. “He was that bad when I met him.”
“It had to shock you.” Tony argues. “You couldn’t have expected that from him.”
“Some of it shocked me.” You admitted. “But he was in the army, he’s clearly learned somewhere how to fuck. He’s a man at the end of the day and they all come down to three things. Sports, sex and beer.”
“Never was much for sport myself.” Tony sniffed before spinning you rapidly. “Don’t think baseball should count, either.”
“Don’t tell him that unless you want a fist fight at your wedding.” You laughed, crashing against Tony breathlessly.
“A month ago I’d have called your bluff.” Tony tells you. “But now I just don’t know.”
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Jey’s Pride Celebration 2021
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Hello all!
I decided for Pride month this year, I wanted to do daily writing prompts and really focus on wlw/lady characters, thruples and canon queer characters. I am opening requests for the prompt list below now and I’ll (hopefully) be posting them daily for the month of June. I’m going to aim for these to be around 1k words each since I’ll have a lot to do but they may end up longer or shorter depending on how it goes while I’m writing.
ALSO!
I will be hosting a weekly writing challenge for everyone to join in as well! I’ll post the weekly prompt every Saturday evening and reblog people’s works throughout the week. You can write for any character as long as it’s along the queer pride theme (lady loves, thruples and canon queer characters). Smut is welcome but please make sure you tag for it and any other content warnings! Please let me know if you like to participate and I can tag you in the weekly prompt lists. 
I’ll make a post closer to June with more details and the first week's prompts!
Just please be 18+ to participate as my blog is an 18 and over space.
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A few things first!
One request per person please! Just to give everyone a chance to get a request in since they’re only going to be 30. Anon is fine! Please send as an ask so I can keep track of everything.
Please let me know if you want a fem, or gn reader. For the lady loves I’ll default to a fem or afab if I use pronouns since this is for pride.
Also let me know if there’s anything specific you do or don’t want (fluff, smut, a specific scenario, an au, etc). I am not writing angst for this event since it’s a pride celebration.
I’d also like to make sure there’s variety in what I’m writing so if there’s more than 4 or 5 requests for a character I’ll stop taking requests for them for this event. 
You don’t have to be following me but I always appreciate a follow! Especially since I’m so close to a follower milestone! My blog is 18+ only though so please don’t interact or follow if you’re a minor even if you don’t want smut. I am uncomfortable allowing minors here or interacting with minors I don’t know.
I will not write: pregnancy, breeding kink, age gaps, daddy kink, anything to do with religion, underage, noncon. 
I’ll keep this post updated for when prompts have been taken or if I’m no longer taking requests for a character. Any questions feel free to message or DM me!
Characters and prompt list under the cut
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Characters:
Lady Loves 
Thirteenth Doctor (Doctor Who)
Carol Danvers (Marvel)
Valkyrie (Marvel)
Fennec Shand (The Mandalorian)
Koska Reeves (The Mandalorian)
Kassandra (Assassin's Creed Odyssey)
F!Eivor (Assassin’s Creed Valhalla)
Inej (Shadow and Bone)
Nina (Shadow and Bone) 
Thruples
Frankie Morales x Reader x Benny Miller (Triple Frontier)
Oberyn Martell x Reader x Ellaria Sand (Game of Thrones)
Din Djarin x Reader x Boba Fett (The Mandalorian)
Boba Fett x Reader x Fennec Shand (The Mandalorian)
Sam Wilson x Reader x Bucky Barnes (Marvel)
Canon Queer Characters
Logan Delos (Westworld)
Jesper (Shadow and Bone)
Loki (Marvel)
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Prompts 
(Feel free to use this list yourself just credit me please since I compiled this myself) 
1.  Pride F!Eivor
2.  “You know, it’s not often I get to talk to someone like you…I mean…someone like me.” Loki
3. “You have the most beautiful smile.”
4. “You know what? I am done hiding. Let’s go.” Oberyn/Ellaria
5. “Hope will never be silent” Harvey Milk Thirteenth Doctor
6. Rainbow Carol Danvers
7. “Kiss me again, like you mean it.” Fennec
8. “Hold my hand tight. I’ll protect you.” F!Eivor
9. Soulmate 
10. Forehead kisses Jesper
11. Sunlight
12. “Look at that idiot… that’s the love of my life” Fennec
13. “It’s always been you”
14. Formal
15. “I’ll always be by your side” Frankie Benny
16. “I may be crazy but that don’t make me wrong” Marsha P Johnson
17. Glitter Inej
18. Stargazing Carol Danvers
19. Dancing SamBucky
20. “someone will remember us, I say, even in another time” Sappho Kassandra
21. “To me, you are perfect” Boba Fennec
22. “Hold me closer” Koska Reeves
23. “Marry me” Kassandra
24. Heartbeat Frankie Benny
25. Fairy tale
26. Flames
27. “At the end of the day, we can endure much more than we think we can.”-Frida Kahlo BobaFennec
28. “I know it will all work out, as long as we have each other” 
29. “I'm in love with you”
30. Show your true colors 
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honeybunchesofbucky · 2 years
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A Hard Days Work
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SamBucky x F!Reader - hurt comfort/fluff
Warnings: mention of small injuries, exhaustion, not quite fainting but close to it, anxiety, and loads of kisses and sweetness. A good old fashioned whump.
After a hard day on the field leaves you exhausted, your boyfriends Sam and Bucky take care of you.
To say you were exhausted would be an understatement. The mission was brutal. The enemy had more backup than your team thought and something simple turned into an absolute blood bath of fighting with all you physically could. Your team consisted of you, Thor, and your partners, Sam and Bucky. The four of you defeated the enemy, but the toll it took on your body was outrageous. You could barely remember the last punch you threw, decking the man on the field before you collapsed to the grass beneath you. Though all four of you were beat, Bucky was a super soldier, Sam was in the air for a lot of the fight shooting from above, and Thor wasn’t your average person. You took care of most of the combat and your teammates were well aware. Luckily no one sustained any major injuries, besides a few bruised ribs and a couple cuts. Now you were sat in one of the seats on the Quinjet, barely hanging onto consciousness.
“Y/N? Can you hear me?” One of your boyfriends, Bucky asked. You could feel his cool metal hand brush a speck of mud from your dirty face. You nodded, unable to find the energy to speak. “We’re almost home, baby. Hang on.” Bucky shared a worried look at Sam, who was sat in the other seat next to you.
Once the jet had landed, Bucky and Sam hooked their arms around you and helped walk you down the ramp.
“Good job, today Y/N.” Thor smiled at you.
You gave him a weak smile back and groaned as Bucky lifted you bridal style. “I’m sorry, honey. We’ll be inside in a minute.”
Sam held the door for Bucky and the two men kicked off their dirty combat boots before setting you carefully down on your feet. You could barely feel your shaking legs as you hung onto Sam. Bucky slowly started to undress you, unzipping your suit and working to get the weapons and safety gear off.
“I gotcha.” Sam whispered in your ear, his strong arms wrapped around your waist as you fought to stay awake. “Stay with us, beautiful. We’ll be in bed soon.” His soft voice was like honey to your tired ears, a weak smile forming on your lips.
“I’ll get the shower started. She should have something to drink.” Bucky was focused, his mind in tactical survival mode. Sam knew he got like this when you or him were banged up or tired after missions. It was his way of coping, keeping control over things he could.
“I’ll get her a gatorade, honey,” Sam reassured, watching Bucky’s nervous eyes look at you before he walked to the bathroom.
“You drink some too,” Bucky said, giving Sam a stern look before entering the room.
“Yes, sergeant.” Sam chuckled, helping you sit on the bench at the end of the bed. “Hang tight, okay?” When you nodded, he walked to the fridge and grabbed three drinks, one for Bucky too. He often times forgot about his own care when it came to you and Sam.
You felt your head swim, the ache burning every single muscle in your body as you gripped the bench, fighting to stay awake. The adrenaline had fully worn off and you were in that drop point where everything felt awful and all you wanted was to pass out. You almost gave in before you felt two hands on your exposed thighs, one cool and one warm. “Gotta stay awake, sweetheart.” Bucky felt his heart squeeze when you let out the saddest sigh. He knew this feeling all too well from his Winter Soldier days. After being sent to act as a machine, coming back and feeling like every fiber in your body hurt and your mind was toast after concentrating so hard. He hated seeing you like this.
“I just want to sleep.” You whined, resting your forehead on his bare shoulder. It was hard not to crumble right there and then. No one would blame you either.
“I know honey, I know.” Bucky swallowed back tears, biting his lip before Sam walked in.
“Here.” Sam handed Bucky one of the chilled bottles before cracking one open for him.
“I’m fine, Sam.” He tried to hand the open one to his lover, which he refused.
“Bucky, drink some. You need to take care of yourself too.” Sam raised an eyebrow when Bucky rolled his eyes, taking a generous sip of the liquid before he turned his attention back to you.
“Here, babe.” Sam handed you the bottle and you sighed. Your hand was trembling from the strain of holding your gun, the vibration still echoing through your bones. He wrapped his hand around yours and helped bring it to your lips.
“Go slow.” Bucky rubbed circles on your thighs with his thumbs, watching as you took a few small sips. When you started to cough his body tensed, his hand grabbing your shoulder. “Hey, easy, easy.” You let your head rest on Sam’s shoulder, trying to focus on Bucky’s hands.
“Come on, let’s get into the shower.” Bucky helped you and Sam up, all three of you walking to the large bathroom. Sam stripped the rest of his clothes while Bucky checked the water temperature. He stepped into the steamy glass doored shower and lifted you in, Sam following. All three of you let out a sigh of content when the hot water hit you. The shower had multiple heads, one for each of you.
You grabbed onto the shower wall and swallowed thickly. The heat went straight to your head and you felt the dizziness return. “Baby, hey,” Sam wrapped his arms around your waist again and held you up, pressing his lips against your forehead. “Talk to me.”
“So dizzy.” You grabbed onto his shoulders and sucked in a breath when the hot water hit your bruised ribs.
“We’ll be quick, doll,” Bucky said from behind you, grabbing one of the sponges and pouring some soap onto it. He carefully ran it over your back and down your sides, taking the blood and grime off. You hated not being able to take care of yourself. Usually, it wasn’t this bad, but you were grateful for your partners help. He planted a kiss on your shoulder as Sam reached over to grab your shampoo, gently working it into your hair. You let out a breathy moan when his fingertips massaged your scalp. The smell and their touch was grounding, it helped you feel human again.
After all three of you were scrubbed free of the aftermath of the mission, Bucky took over for Sam and held you flush to his chest, his arms tight around you as he kissed the skin under your ear. “You did amazing today, doll. Absolutely kicked ass, I’m proud of you.” He helped you step out of the shower and smiled when Sam handed him a fluffy towel and wrapped it around you.
“C’mere, gorgeous.” Sam lifted you up and set you on the cool countertop off the vanity, grabbing the first aid kit from under the sink.
“Great, my favorite part.” You sighed, leaning your head back against the wall as he got out the bottle of alcohol and antibiotic ointment.
“Sorry, doll.” Bucky walked over to you, planting a kiss on your cheek as he pulled off your towel, his eyes scanning over your body. “You didn’t get too beat up.”
“Yay.” You sneered, smiling when he chuckled. You had to have humor in this job, especially on days like these when all three of you saw so much destruction.
“Alright, you know the routine. Sorry about the sting.” Sam poured some of the strong smelling liquid onto a gauze pad and pressed it onto one of the larger cuts on your arm, his heart breaking when you hissed, biting your lip. “I’m sorry, honey.” Sam took the pad off and wrapped a bandage around your bicep.
You felt the dizziness hit again as he worked, your mouth going dry and your stomach flipping. You heard the ringing in your ears before Bucky’s muffled voice shouted. “Y/N!” He grabbed your shoulders, holding you up. His metal hand found your cheek, his worried blue eyes searching yours as they threatened to roll back. “Hey, stay with me. Doll, eyes on me.” He tapped your cheek gently. “Don’t pass out on me, now.”
He let out a small breath when you locked eyes with him, giving a gentle nod. You could feel his heart hammering in his chest as he picked you up bridal style, carrying you to the bed. He helped you lay back against a few propped up pillows.
Sam grabbed one of his shirts and a pair of panties for you, along with the massage gun they’d invested in. “Alright, everyone on the bed.” He sat next to you and Bucky climbed up to sit on the other side of you, the routine known to everyone. He helped you slide the shirt on and you shimmied the panties on.
“I hate to say this, but this is gonna suck, honey.” Sam sighed. It was essential to helping you feel better in the morning, less achey, but when the muscles were sore like this right after, it was painful. You knew it would be ten fold because of how hard you worked, you’d never felt like this before.
“I know.” You sighed, leaning your head back against the pillows. “Go ahead. I’ll be okay.”
Bucky’s eyes were still laced with worry, his brow furrowed with concern. He grabbed your hand and watched as Sam turned on the machine and carefully ran it along your thigh muscle. You bit down on your lip and screwed your eyes shut, trying not to squirm.
“I’m sorry.” Sam placed a soft kiss on your shoulder, running the gun up and down your thigh, targeting different muscles. He knew how bad this could hurt. You all did.
After he got done with both legs and your feet, he moved to your shoulders, helping you sit up and face Bucky as he pulled the shirt out of the way. “Deep breath,” He instructed, switching the attachment of the gun.
You did as he told you, toying with the hem of your shirt to distract yourself. Bucky let you rest your forehead on his bare shoulder. As the machine hit your trap muscles, you nearly screamed. That was where all your tension was, especially with holding a gun for five hours.
“I got you.” Bucky grabbed your forearms and kissed your temple, his heart breaking. “It’s okay, just a few more minutes.” But a few minutes felt like forever, and when Sam moved to the other side of your dominant arm, you sunk your fingertips into Bucky’s leg and felt hot tears stream down your cheeks. “Stop!” You sucked in a sharp breath. “Please, stop!” You were sobbing at this point, everything hitting you at once.
“Okay, okay, doll. Hang on.” Bucky felt panic rise in his chest.
Sam immediately turned it off and tossed it to the side, his hands finding your waist in an instant. “I’m sorry, honey. It’s okay, you’re done.” He shared a heartbroken look with Bucky and kissed the back of your neck.
“I can’t, I can’t.” You crumbled, wrapping your arms around Bucky’s neck. “I’m sorry.”
“Doll, it’s okay. You can relax now. Okay? You’re done, its okay. We got you. Shh. Breathe for us.” Bucky’s hand found the back of your neck, holding your close as they both soothed you.
Once you had slowed your sobs and calmed down, you pulled back and wiped your bloodshot eyes. “Thank you guys.” You felt embarrassment bring heat to your cheeks.
“You don’t need to thank us, honey. We love you, and you handled eighty percent of that mission today. Let us take care of you.” Sam smiled when you turned and hugged him, his warm muscular arms wrapping around your waist. “We got you.”
Bucky smiled through his worry, his eyes softening at the sight of you and Sam. He loved you both so much, and anytime either of you were upset or hurt, it killed him. He had finally gotten the love he’d always dreamed of, and he was terrified of loosing it.
“Can I sleep now?” You chuckled sadly, pulling away and sniffling.
Sam’s bottom lip caught between his teeth when he saw Bucky’s expression. He knew that look all too well. “Yeah, you can. But you gotta drink the rest of this.” He grabbed the half full bottle of gatorade from earlier and handed it to you.
“Deal.” You sighed, taking sips of the orange liquid.
“Alright, mister. Come here.” Sam patted the space between his legs.
Bucky hesitated, “No, Sam you should go next. I’ll use it on you.”
“Ah-ah. Here, now. Captain’s orders.” He smirked, knowing neither of you could resist that.
“Damn it.” Bucky chuckled, looking over at you as you smirked, nodding to Sam. He crawled over the bedspread and sat between Sam’s thighs, letting out a heavy breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding. He grabbed your feet and put them in his lap, needing to feel you close to him.
“Don’t be a tough guy, either. You tell me if you need to stop,” Sam warned, turning on the gun and carefully running it over his flesh shoulder. Bucky grunted, squeezing your ankle as he got used to the feeling. He ran the vibrating gun along each shoulder, easing the pressure when Bucky winced. When he was done, he dropped the gun to the side and kissed between his shoulder blades. “You’ll thank me tomorrow.”
Bucky sighed, relishing in the feeling of Sam’s kiss before he spoke. “Yeah, yeah. Now switch, it’s your turn. Sergeants orders.” He smiled.
“Oh shit, you better listen, Sam.” You teased, smiling at them through tired eyes.
“Don’t start.” Sam chuckled, pointing a finger at you as he switched spots with Bucky, placing your legs over his lap now. He was the only one out of you who didn’t mind the feeling; in fact he sometimes enjoyed it, especially with the weight of his wings, he got soreness in his back.
Bucky turned the gun on and ran it over the sides of his spine, squeezing his shoulder when he tensed at first. “Relax, bird.”
“I love you, boys.” You sighed dreamily, looking at the two gorgeous men in front of you. They were so good to you, and you always felt so lucky to have them in your life.
They both looked at you and smiled, Sam’s smile was warm and genuine, his hand finding yours and squeezing it. While Bucky’s was pure genuine joy, a hint of disbelief in his eyes. Sam and You told him every day, but it still made his chest warm when either of you said it at random times like this.
When they were both done and had finished drinking some more of their water and gatorade, occasionally making you drink more too, you were all sprawled out on the bed, aching bodies sinking into the mattress as you stared at the ceiling. You swallowed, glancing at both of them before you felt the anxiety creep in. It always happened before you went to sleep after a hard mission. The need to hold them close. So you grabbed Sam and wrapped yourself around him, burying your face into his neck. He smiled, wrapping his arms around you and reaching over to tug Bucky’s shirt, pulling him over. He pressed his warm chest to your back, throwing his flesh arm around you and burying his face into your hair, inhaling the smell of your shampoo. He pulled the comforter up over all three of you and let out a sigh. You were all safe. Everything felt okay.
Bonus:
When you had fallen asleep, Sam opened his eyes to meet Bucky’s. The soldier was still in his head, working through his worries and fears as he watched you two. Sam reached over you carefully and cupped his bruised cheek, running his thumb across the bone. “We’re okay, Buck. We’re safe, everyones okay. You can relax.”
Bucky’s eyes watered as he looked at Sam, giving him a nod before kissing his palm. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too, Buck. You can rest now, you took care of us. We’re okay.” He gave him a reassuring smile and felt his chest warm when Bucky’s eyes fluttered shut, the man finally resting after today.
And all three of you finally slept. A well earned one at that.
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It’s that time again my dudes! I actually thought I’d not read as much in July but boy was I wrong! As always please make sure you check the warnings for each individual fic before reading. You are responsible for your own media consumption. This blog along with the majority tagged are 18+ and the majority of these fics contain adult themes. 
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✨ @jobean12-blog
*Boys in bed with books
The staring contest (Bucky x reader)
✨ @syntheticavenger
*Anonymous (Andy Barber x female reader)
*Time to run (Mob Boss! Steve Rogers x Female Reader)
Deception (Soft Dark! Steve Rogers x Female Reader)
✨ @mypoisonedvine
Seven against one (dark!Howling Commandos x reader)
✨ @gogolucky13
*Southpaw (boxer!Bucky Barnes x Reader)
Tainted love (70spornstar!Bucky Barnes x 70spornstar!Reader)
Don't fear the reaper (WS!Bucky Barnes x Reader)
✨ @navybrat817
Destroy (Bucky Barnes x female reader)
*Howling commandos tattoo au (Bucky Barnes x female reader x Steve Rogers)
✨ @tuiccim
*Positions and pleasures (Steve Rogers x Reader)
*A scarred enigma (Bucky Barnes x OC Lexa Green)
✨ @bucksfucks
Dead of night (bucky barnes/winter soldier x f!reader)
Mr brightside (ex’s!dad!bucky x f!reader)
Forbidden fruit (dad’sbestfriend!bucky x f!reader)
Left gasping for air (bucky barnes x f!reader)
*The bodyguard (bodyguard!bucky x stark!reader (adopted))
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✨ @lex-the-flex
Catnip (Bucky Barnes x reader)
✨ @jurassicbarnes
*What a night (Bucky Barnes x Reader (TFATWS))
✨ @wkemeup
Suburbia (bucky x reader)
✨ @nastybuckybarnes
*Madness (Dark!Steve X Reader)
✨ @bemine-bucky
Insomnia / daydream (Reader x Bucky Barnes)
Who's your daddy (Destroyer!Chris x Reader)
✨ @extremelyblackandwhite
*Innocence (bodyguard!bucky barnes x innocent actress!reader)
✨ @cockslut-padalecki
When daddy's not around (DadsBestFriend!Bucky x F!Reader)
✨ @metalbuckaroo
Diner (Biker!Bucky x F!Reader)
To the edge (Stripper!Bucky x Innocent!Reader)
✨ @buckyhoney
The bar rules (bartender!bucky x reader)
✨ @sweetlyscared
Zero-sum game (Dark!SilverFox Andy Barber x Fem!Reader)
✨ @the-iceni-bitch
Fight so dirty (Ransom Drysdale x fem!Reader)
Tied up and twisted (soft!dark CEO!Steve Rogers x fem!reader)
✨ @geminixevans
His cherry (Andy Barber x Black Reader)
✨ @drabblewithfrannybarnes
Jealous boy (Jake Jensen x female reader)
✨ @dreamlessinparis
Lessons in temptation (Andy Barber x Fem!Reader x Ari Levinson)
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Misconceptions (Ransom Drysdale x female!reader)
*Necessary arrangements 
Just desserts (Steve Rogers x female!reader)
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Sleeping with ghosts (Bucky x assassin!reader)
✨ @buckys-darling
Soft skin, soft eyes (Steve Rogers x Reader)
✨ @buckyjamess
*Girl with the lion (detective!bucky barnes x female!reader)
✨ @starbuckie
In two years (college!bestfriend’sbrother!bucky barnes x reader)
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✨ @chouettedubois
If I only had a heart (Bucky x f!Reader)
✨ @lokithealligator
*Born in flames (Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x Reader)
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All in good time (Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader)
✨ @sweetflowerdreams
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✨ @certainaesthetic
*Back and forth (roommate!steve x woc!reader)
✨ @ritesofreverie
Nobody does it like you do (divorced dilf!bucky x fem!reader)
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All yours (Steve Rogers x Reader)
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*Will you teach me (Steve Rogers x agent!reader)
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Judge & jury (Serial Killer!Steve x Reader)
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Unexpected showers (Business CEO!Steve Rogers x Female Reader)
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The first time (Bucky Barnes x reader)
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Forever (Bucky x Reader)
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Trust - Part 2 of 3 (Zemo x f!Reader)
CW: Blood, mentions of torture, wounds, reader has trauma, reader was held captive, violence, branding, starvation and dehydration, kidnapping, brief suicidal thoughts
*Honestly, this is a pretty dark one where the reader has been through a lot.  It might not be everyone's cup of tea, but I like the challenge of writing this. I totally respect if you don’t want to read this one! I tried to get all the warnings, please tell me if you need things added or other TW tags added!*
(Trust: Part 1)
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Summary: When Shield fell and your team betrayed you, you ended up on the run.  Later when you blinked out and then back into existence, they finally caught up to you.  Left for dead by Hydra, you're saved by the most unlikely trio and find yourself connecting with the most unlikely of them all - Baron Helmut Zemo. (Zemo x reader, Platonic!Bucky x reader, Platonic!Sam x reader, Heavily implied SamBucky)
This scene was inspired by Cruel and Beautiful World by LenaPhoria.  It’s an old Dramione fic that I read a long time ago and has since been taken down.  But credit where credit is due, I did base this on a scene from that amazing fic!
Also, I wrote this without really considering how exclusionary writing about hair can be in an x reader fic.  I tried to make it vague enough that it could apply to anyone with any hair, but if there is anything I can do to make it more inclusionary let me know!  I am trying to write for a reader of any gender and any race. UPDATE: Because I unintentionally used female pronouns several times, I did update this story to be a Zemo x f!Reader fic.
Trust: Part 2
You knew full well that Baron Helmut Zemo was too rich for his own good, and still you found yourself taken aback by the lavish private jet.  Sam and Bucky helped you up the stairs and into the cabin where they sat you in a chair and traded Zemo’s coat for a pile of warm blankets.
“We’ll get you cleaned up in Riga,” Bucky whispered, and patted your shoulder consolingly with his human hand, careful to not agitate your wounds.
Sam opened a bottle of water and passed it to you.  You knew to drink slowly and sipped at it.
The flight was short.  Zemo sat across from you, and you could have laughed at the three men’s strange behavior.  They’re all keeping a watchful eye on you, but the closer Zemo looks at you, the more Sam and Bucky try to watch him.  He is remarkably disinterested in the two men, and is instead completely focused on staring at you like you could drop dead at any second.  It’s making Sam and Bucky uncomfortable, and they don’t quite know what to make of this situation.
You were thankful to get to Riga and off the plane, enjoying the fresh air that was decidedly not the acidic air of Madripoor. It’s cold while you’re standing at the top of the stairs in your dirty clothes, but the good kind of cold, the kind that remind you that you’re alive.  The heaviness of Zemo’s coat settles over you again, and he places a hand on your low back, guiding you down the stairs slowly.  Sam and Bucky follow close behind and let Zemo lead them through Riga.  He keeps his hand on you at all times, bracing you when you stumble on the cobblestones.  
It’s not a long walk, but by the time you are settled into Zemo’s Riga home the sun is going down and you are completely exhausted.
“Fuck,” Bucky stumbles in the dim lighting, grabbing at his side and drawing sharp, ragged breaths.
Sam is there in an instant, checking on his partner.  Bucky tries to shoo him away, insisting in a low voice that he is fine, but when he pulls his hand away, it is glistening with a dark red liquid- blood.
“A bullet grazed me.  I’ll be fine,” Bucky growls.
“Take care of your partner, Sam.  I will take care of her,” Zemo says. “That cabinet is full of medical supplies.”
Sam looks like he wants to protest, but Bucky clearly needs help too, maybe more than you.  The Falcon doesn’t want to leave Zemo alone with a super soldier, but he doesn’t want to leave him with you either.
“Fine.  But don’t hurt her,” Sam finally decides.
Zemo guides you to the bathroom, ignoring the tub in the center and moving right toward a large shower in the corner and running the water.
“I will leave you to clean up while I find you suitable clothes.  One of us will dress your wounds… only if you would like us to.”
And he leaves you with a nod and grim smile, clicking the door shut behind him. 
You undress carefully.  Blood had dried the fabric of your clothes to some of your wounds, and they began to bleed again as you separated skin and cloth.  Taking your shirt off becomes another challenge that ends in you ripping the thin fabric off your body to avoid lifting your arms.  The dirty and bloodstained clothes go right into the wastebasket.  They had been your constant companions for the last months during some of the worst days in your life.  You would have burned them if you could, even if you had to walk around the plane naked. In the shower, the warm water hits your body, the heat both soothing and painful. 
The water running off of you is tinted brown and red, and you just stand under the stream letting layers of filth pour off.  You watch it swirl across the cream tiles and down the drain, wishing it would take your memories with it or at least erase the hideous brand on your shoulder.
It’s when you raise your hands, already full of Zemo’s undoubtedly expensive shampoo, to your hair that you realize just how bad the injuries to your shoulders are.  They are deeply bruised in a mottled dark blue, and the muscles tremble as you try to move them.  You’re holding back tears and as you let the shampoo wash off your hands and down the drain because your arms won’t raise past your chest.  The water will have to clean your hair enough, so there you stand.
Finally, when your legs are shaking and calves, still aching, begin to twitch you lean against the tile and slide to the floor, grabbing soap and a cloth on your way down.  You sit under the water and let it wash over you.  
Soon, you squeeze some of the body wash onto a clean washcloth, using it to clean as much of your body as possible.  The movements hurt, each one aggravating something.  Shield taught you to fight through the pain, and you did.  And you tried again to raise your arms, but that is a pain you just can’t fight through.  You dropped your head to your knees then and just sat and sat and sat.
After a few minutes, a soft knock echoes through the room.
“I’m almost done,” you call, still wishing you could scrub, really scrub the grime from your hair and brush out the tangles.
The Hydra symbol catches your eyes as you try to stand.  Not many get that brand and survive, and while you should feel lucky, the thought of bearing that mark for the rest of your life made your chest ache and eyes burn.  You’re so focused on the wound that you hardly notice when the door clicks open.
Footsteps startle you out of your thoughts and you stand carefully, very aware how weak you are.  Tinted glass surrounds the shower, so unless one of the men opens the glass door your modesty will be protected.  That doesn’t mean you like that someone just walked in.
“Clothes for you,” Zemo says, and you have decided his uniquely Sokovian accent is soothing.
There aren’t many Sokovians in Madripoor.  Just about every other Nationality is well-represented.  Even the few Sokovians that are there speak another language and mask their accents.  You’ve often wondered why that is, but now you’re grateful to hear a voice so unlike the ones that had surrounded you during your life on the run.
“Thank you,” you whispered, voice breaking.
Zemo paused, turning back to you.  His shadow was still on the other side of the glass, and you could almost hear the wheels in his head turning.
“You need help,” he states the question because he knows the answer just by hearing your voice.
You swallow hard, thinking of just how little modesty you have left.  Zemo’s shadow tosses something over the stall, an overly large towel to cover yourself.  You did, wrapping it around you like you would after a shower.  And then, after steadying your breath and swallowing hard, you open the door with a shaking hand.
Zemo pushes up the sleeves of his purple shirt, kicking his shoes and socks to the side and rolling up his pants.  He was taller than you as he reached up and pulled down the shower head, letting it hang and spray the wall in front of you.  Wrapped in the towel, the brand is clearly visible.  Zemo pulls a seat out from the wall that you hadn’t noticed before and places his own towel on it before sitting down and motioning for you to sit in front of him.
After a moment of hesitation, you sit between his legs, settling your back against the seat and folding your hands in your lap.  Zemo grabs the shower head and tilts your head back with a gentle touch of his hand to your forehead.  With his left hand he holds the water and with his right he begins to comb out of your hair.  Each time his fingers hit a snag, he tugs gently until the tangle comes loose.  More dirt and blood wash out with each movement and you just sit, feeling safe even in the hands of a man like Helmut Zemo.
Once the water is running nearly clear and most of the knots are gone, Zemo squirts a whole handful of shampoo into your hair and drops the shower head back to spray uselessly against the wall.  He uses both hands to lather the shampoo into your hair, working it into your scalp and down to the ends.  Touch-starved.  That’s what you are, completely touch-starved and desperate for any sort of kindness.
Zemo tilts your head back again with another soft touch.  You can see his face as he begins to rinse out the suds, careful to keep water from your eyes.  He holds the palm of his hand to your forehead to stop the water from running into your face.  You’re crying you realize.  The Baron says nothing as he starts to condition your hair.  Just like before, he massages it into your scalp and all the way to the ends with gentle movements.  He lets it sit as you stare stoically ahead, blinking away tears.
“It will fade,” he says, touching the skin around the burn.
This time the sob wrenched from your body is audible.  Zemo still doesn’t say anything about it, and you’re grateful.  Shield agents aren’t supposed to be vulnerable, let alone be seen crying.  The man just picks up a clean cloth as if he understands that if he doesn’t acknowledge your tears you can both pretend they never happened.
He puts a hand on your chin and turns your face toward him.  You shift to lean against his inner knee instead of the bench. 
Zemo wipes at the blood remaining on your face, careful not to agitate the open wounds.  His touch is gentle, and he moves slowly like he knows a quick movement could send you spiraling.  His hands roam your face, feeling for any wounds he can’t see.  Your eye is black and slightly swollen, the skin under the eyebrow split open, and your lower lip is cut.  There’s dried blood still caked onto old wounds, and he rubs it off.
His face twitches as he works- a subtle downturn of his lips when you show pain, drawing his brows together or raising on when he finds a new wound.  And his eyes are moving rapidly, methodically over you searching for anything he might have missed.
Then he turns you so your back is to him and runs his hands through your hair.  He rinses water over you again, soaking his black pants even more.  You like the feel of his hands on you, and when the conditioner is all rinsed and your hair mostly untangled, you miss his touch.  
He stood up and helped you to your feet, rinsing off the last of the soap from your body, still wrapped in a towel.  When he shut the water off, you felt the cold instantly.
“Get dressed.  I’ll be just outside the door.”
Zemo leaves, and you can hear him talking to Sam but can’t quite make out what they’re saying.  You tug on a pair of joggers and a t-shirt with Sokovian writing- Zemo’s clothes.  They smell like him, clean and fresh.  There are no socks.  But his home is warm, so you pad out of the bathroom in bare feet. Bucky is laid out on the kitchen table, shirtless.  His side is bandaged just under the ribs, and Sam is packing away a medical kit.
“I’m already healing,” Bucky insists with a grunt. “It was through and through.”
“Yeah.  And twenty minutes ago you were telling us it barely grazed you,” Sam retorted. “Just lay there until your super healing kicks in or whatever.”
Bucky exhales with a loud huff, but continues to lay on the table.  Meanwhile, Zemo is in the kitchen fiddling with the stove and searching through cabinets.  Once he has something cooking, he turns back to the three of you in his dining room.
“Y/N, come to the sitting room.  That eye needs stitches,” he commands. “Sam, watch the pot doesn’t boil over.”
“Watch the pot doesn’t boil over,” Sam mocks in some European accent that is decidedly non-Sokovian. “Watch Bucky and I don’t boil over at your criminal ass!”
Zemo ignores him and follows you into the living room.  You sit on the couch and he sits on the coffee table in front of you holding the bag that Sam had used on Bucky.  You’re knees are touching and he moves closer so one of your legs is between his and one of his is between yours.  Zemo swabs at your temple.  The alcohol wipe burns, but you blink the pain away.
“Close your eyes.  Try not to move.  I will be quick.”
And he is quick, stitching the broken skin above your eyes together with a few quick movements and cutting the string.  It hurts, but you’ve had worse, so much worse.  At least this has a purpose and an end.  When you open your eyes, his face is inches from yours.  One side of his lips pulls back into a smirk that is almost impressed.
“Is there anywhere else you need this?” He asks and holds up the forceps with a needle and string.
You shake your head no and he packs it away, producing a tube of lotion and gauze.
“This stuff is boiling!” Sam calls.
“I will be back,” Zemo says to you, patting your knee as he stands and moves into the kitchen.
You lean back into the soft couch.  The room is spinning just a little; eating can’t come soon enough.  A metal hand pushes a glass of water into your hands.
“Keep drinking,” Bucky smiles, an expression that was wiped from his face a moment later as he glanced down at where your shirt hid the Hydra mark. “Once that’s healed up, we’ll get you a tattoo to cover it.  Sam and I will get matching ones, maybe Sharon too.”
“I will assume that I am not invited?” Zemo joins the conversation, reclaiming his coffee table seat.
“You’ll be back in prison,” Bucky deadpans and steps aside.
As you sit back up, you tug at the collar of the shirt, slowly exposing the blistering symbol burned into your skin.  Zemo’s breath catches, and you can hear the metal of Bucky’s fist clench.
Using two fingers, Zemo rubs a cold medicated lotion onto the burn.  The relief is instant.  It soothes the irritated skin, and you take a sip of water with the other arm to steady yourself.  The man leaves a thick layer of the gel over the mark and covers it with a gauze pad he tapes to your skin.
“I do hope you’ll visit me in prison?” Zemo says, looking directly at you. “I would enjoy seeing the matching tattoos, even if it is through a glass cage.”
You smiled a little at that and sunk back into the couch.  Hands wrap around your wrists and Zemo inspects the bruises, scabs, and burns adorning them.  Starting with your right hand and leaving the cup of water in your left, he sanitizes the wounds with alcohol, coats them in more of the gel-like lotion substance, and winds gauze around them.  In the end you’re left with two gauze gauntlets that make your wrists hard to move but will, Zemo assures you, limit the scarring.
“Zemo,” Sam calls again. “This is done.”
Zemo heads into the kitchen and a few minutes later comes back with bowls of pasta for you and Bucky.  Sam joins with his and Zemo’s, and the four of you eat in silence on the couch.  You feel safe with them, which surprises you since one is an escaped criminal and another a formerly brainwashed mass-murderer.
You only finished half the bowl before beginning to feel queasy.  The three men went for seconds, Sam filling up a new glass of water for you on the way back.  That you have been drinking.  It’s cold and doesn’t taste like rusty metal.  A hospital would give you an IV to treat your dehydration, but it doesn’t seem like a hospital is an option with an international fugitive and the men who broke him out of jail.
“There is a bedroom through there for the two of you,” Zemo points Sam and Bucky to a closed door on the other side of the room. “You may push the twin beds together if you choose.”
Bucky rolls his eyes at that, but doesn’t fight the insinuation.
“And what about Y/N?” Sam asks suspiciously.
“I plan to let her sleep in my bed,” Zemo replies. 
Bucky’s eyes harden, and both he and Sam look ready to jump the other man.
“It is far more comfortable than yours, and I will stay on the couch in the room in case anything happens,” Zemo continues, ignoring the threatening looks. “As long as you are comfortable, of course?”
He turns to you, an eyebrow raised.  His face says he is serious when he asks, and when you don’t immediately respond he speaks softly.
“You can sleep out here if you are more c-”
“No, it’s alright.  I-” you swallow hard, almost forgetting how to say the next words. “I trust… I think I trust you.  All of you.”
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samwilsonsbabymama · 3 years
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Pairing: Sam Wilson x Black F!Reader x Bucky Barnes
Summary: Sam asks reader to follow some simple instructions, but he and Bucky make it extremely hard for her.
Warnings: MMF threesome, degradation kink, praise kink, anal sex, unprotected sex, I think that's it (let me know if I missed any)
A/N: So I've been trying to write this all day lol it's pure smut 18+ for the whole thing and I'm pretty sure this is how all of my SamBucky fics are gonna be from now on cause this was PURE self-indulgence and I absolutely love it
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Sam's got you pressed against the wall legs hooked around his arms as he fucks into you
your head lolls to the side and your eyes are glazed over
he's trying his hardest to make you cum on his dick while also telling you that you better not cum
you know it's a test and you better follow his instructions
you lock eyes with Bucky over Sam's shoulder as he watches the show in front of him
his hand wrapped around his dick as he jerks off at the sight before him
he winks at you when he sees you looking at him
Sam doubles his efforts when he realizes that your attention is not on him anymore
you cry out at the pleasure as he fucks you
you feel your orgasm approaching and you try your best to not cum
but Sam is fucking you just the right way and you can't help it
you hear him chuckle as your walls ripple around him
"Poor baby, couldn't even follow simple directions" he chides as he continues to fuck you
he's not going to let you catch your breath
you watch as Bucky strides over with his dick swinging
your sensitive pussy grips Sam as you watch Bucky and his hips stutter
you cry out when Bucky clasps his hand around your neck
"Such a pretty little thing," he says. "I think we should give her another chance, Sam. what do you think?" and he squeezes tighter
the tighter he squeezes, the tighter you squeeze Sam
you're holding back your orgasm and Bucky praises you, calling you their 'good girl' and telling you how well you're taking Sam and how beautiful you look with tears running down your cheeks
Sam on the other hand is fucking you like there's no tomorrow
his hips move harshly as he fucks you
filthy words fell from his lips as he pointed out how much you love being ruined by them and how he couldn't wait to see you bouncing on both of their dicks
he loved reminding you of how well you took them both
relief washed over you when Bucky removed the pressure from your throat and moved behind Sam
you shuddered when Sam stopped his movements knowing, anticipating, what was to come
Bucky winked at you as he slipped his dick into Sam's puckered hole
Sam groaned at the feeling of Bucky filling him up
Sam clenched his teeth as Bucky pushed into him
the pressure from Bucky sliding into Sam pushed Sam deeper into you and the three of you groaned
You loved when they fucked like this and you nearly cried when Sam reminded you that you weren't allowed to cum
The force from each of Buckys thrusts pushed Sam deeper into you
You weren't going to last much longer especially as you watched Bucky shove his tongue down Sam's throat
Your pussy throbbed when Bucky pulled his lips away from Sam's leaving behind a thin trail of saliva connecting the two of them before he crashed his lips against yours
Sam continued fucking you as he fucked himself on Buckys dick
"You love it when we fuck each other while fucking you, don't you, yn?" Sam growled in your ear.
You wanted to answer but all you could do was moan and Bucky swallowed them all
Bucky released your lips and rested his head between Sam's shoulder blades
Your orgasm washed over you without warning and you threw your head back against the wall
Sam chuckled again "I knew you couldn't do it."
You cried in frustration, you wanted to try again and prove to him that you could indeed hold your orgasms
Bucky cupped your cheek and smiled 'you did such a good job, baby girl'
You never knew how to feel when they did this to you
You never knew which emotion to focus on the delight from the praise or the determination and shame from the degrading
You knew that at any moment they could switch roles and that excited you more than you were willing to admit
You also knew that they weren't done with you since both of them were still hard so you weren't surprised when Bucky pulled out of Sam and took your hand as the three of you headed to your bedroom where you were sure to be bouncing on both of their dicks in no time
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Hi! I just discovered your blog and i love your writing so so much! I wanted to ask if it's not too much work if you could give us a Sambucky version of something lent instead of it being Sebastian and Anthony? It's totally fine if you don't want to or don't have time. I hope you have a wonderful day!
something lent (SamBucky version)
Pairing: Mob!Sam Wilson x f!reader x Mob!Bucky Barnes Word Count: 8,326 (i know) Summary: Sharing is caring, no? Warnings: 18+ content. pure smut with little plot, nsfw, Mob AU, mention of a safe word, petnames, use of a butt plug, oral (m and f receiving), deep throating, vaginal and anal penetration, fingering, cuckolding, exhibitionism, voyeurism, choking, dom/sub dynamics, sir kink, threesome (m x f x m), multiple orgasms, squirting, one face slap, slight degradation. This is nothing but self-indulgent filth. A/N: thank you for being so patient, nonnie i know it's been a week. i understand that not a lot of people are comfortable reading RPF especially smut and that's okay. i rewrote you a SamBucky version like you asked. please enjoy xx💜 ~~~~ She didn’t mind being Bucky’s pet. She actually loved it. She was a nobody when he first found her, an innocent, feeble soul for him to corrupt and own. She didn’t put up much of a fight when he told her he wanted her because back then she needed what he’d offered. But now she couldn’t imagine being without him.
Bucky stole her heart and she gladly let him, never having felt safer. He gave her a life, made her the princess of his mansion and heart. He had all that he could possibly want in the palm of his hand but she remained his most precious possession.
“Do you trust me, puppy?” Bucky asked, his hand cupping her cheek gently.
“With my life, sir.” She gave a genuine smile, leaning into his warm touch. She was in position, on her knees for him by the front door just the way he liked. Bucky had told her to wait there and she obediently has been for the past hour, just awaiting his arrival to their home.
She was his obedient, little puppy; his submissive, good girl. Bucky loved her more than anything in the world and he never thought a day where he’d want to share her would come. But Sam needed to be persuaded if Bucky wanted any part in that new deal. They were friends, yes, but business was business. And it wasn’t like Bucky missed how his girl would secretly check the man out whenever he would stay for dinner. How dare he deny her whatever her heart desired?
So maybe for one night, just one, for these ‘compelling circumstances’, Bucky could manage to share her with Sam. Just one night.
“If I wanted you to do something, you’d be a good girl for me, wouldn’t you? You’d make me proud?”
Sam was at the end of the room with a devious smirk on his face, knowing he had Bucky right where he wanted him. This deal wasn’t going to be his unless Sam let him have it and Sam’s price was high. “Babygirl, come to the office. Daddy's angry.” Bucky said into the phone and the man before him swallowed harshly. In less than a minute, there was a shy knock on the door and she peeked before sauntering inside, but Bucky tsked, shaking his head. “You know better, puppy.” She dropped to her knees on the hard marble at the mention of her pet name, crawling like an animal till she reached Bucky's chair. “Good pup, open,” he ordered, tapping his hard cock on her cheek. “Sir, is this really necessary?” The man gulped when he heard her gag under the desk. “I'm putting my cock down her throat so I won't put a bullet down yours. Would you like that better?” Bucky growled, withdrawing from her mouth briefly before sliding back inside, making her gag. “N-No, sir. Forgive me.” “Continue talking then.”
Later that day, Sam got the courage to ask for what he really wanted while he had the chance. “What's it gonna take for you to give me that deal, Wilson?” he asked, stretching his legs out on his large desk. “A taste of your puppy.” “What!!” Bucky let his legs down, his eyes throwing daggers at Sam. “I want a night with her.”
“She's no whore and she's mine.” “I know. Makes me want her even more.” Bucky only glared in reply. “Just one night, have her at my mercy and do whatever I want with her, and then we'll talk about that deal.” “Yes, sir. Always.” She didn’t know what he was talking about, but no matter what he wished from her, she knew that would be her answer. She existed to make Bucky pleased and proud.
“Sam is with me. He’s waiting outside,” Bucky informed her, thumb caressing her cheek and soft blue eyes gauging her reaction.
“Would he be staying for dinner?”
She was kind of screwed if that was the case because she’s only prepared dinner for two, knowing how much her sir hated it when they wasted food.
“If you’re the meal, yes,” Bucky chuckled darkly.
“W-What?”
“I’m thinking about lending you to Sam tonight, baby girl. It’s business-related. What do you say?”
Lending. It was only fitting, considering she was Bucky’s property. She knew that and she treasured it. She didn’t need him to explain how this was related to his work or why she was expected to help. She trusted Bucky. She also couldn’t deny that Sam was hotter than the hell she might end up burning in because of all the things she let and continues to let Bucky do to her.
“Whatever you want, sir. You know best,” she echoed his words to him, wanting him to know she trusted him and was up for whatever he wanted to do with her. And if what he wanted just happened to be lending her to Sam Wilson, whatever that meant, then who was she to say no?
“Baby girl, you don’t have to. If you don’t want to, tell me now,” Bucky calmly told her; wanting her to refuse now if she had it in her.
He didn’t want to pressure her into doing anything, especially this. If his girl didn’t want to do this, then to hell with their deal; he was sending Sam home.
“It’s okay, sir. I want to,” she muttered shyly.
“What was that?” Bucky smirked.
“I-I want you to lend me to Sam tonight,” she stuttered.
“You’re one good slut, puppy.” Bucky sighed in pride, his touch leaving her.
“Sir,” her smaller hand got hold of his before he could walk to the front door to let Sam in, “you’re gonna be there, right?”
“Of course, baby girl. I’m not going anywhere,” he reassured her, kissing the top of her coconut-smelling head.
“Okay.” She nodded and let out a relieved huff as she watched him welcome Sam inside.
“Hey, baby,” Sam warmly smiled at her, as if she wasn’t literally kneeling at his feet and he wasn’t there to bang her brains out.
“Hello, Sa-” She stopped herself, not sure if she was allowed to call him Sam.
“Sir?” Her lost eyes found Bucky’s, not wanting to be anything but good for him. He immediately understood.
“She wants to know if she can call you by your name,” Bucky explained to a slightly confused Sam.
“Oh, yeah! I was hoping you’d be screaming it tonight, babe, so,” Sam shrugged flirtatiously, giving her a lopsided smirk that made her heart flutter. Bucky felt a minor tug at his own when he saw her bite back a smile.
Was this a good idea? Even if it wasn’t; it was sort of too late to go back now.
“Alright, do you remember your rules, puppy?” Bucky asked, changing subjects.
“Yes, sir.” She nodded with a smile.
“Wait, what are her rules?” Sam raised an eyebrow.
“Why don’t you tell Sam about our rules while I get a drink, baby girl?” Bucky suggested before reluctantly walking to the kitchen to fetch glasses. He needed something to help him bear what was about to happen.
She looked up at Sam with her wide, puppy eyes, waiting for him to second her permission to speak. He realized that must be where she got her pet name from now. “Go ahead, baby,” Sam told her, his thick fingers twirling some of her waves around his fingers, playing tenderly with the hairs.
Shit, she was nervous.
“I- um- I’m not allowed to speak unless I’m spoken to, or move unless sir tells me to. I’m not allowed to touch sir or myself without permission,” she recited like the good girl she was for Bucky, and was soon to be for Sam, “not allowed to address sir by his name, and I’m not allowed to- to cum without permission either.”
Her face was flushed when she got to the last rule as Sam’s fingers, now fully immersed in her scalp, moved her head upwards to face him. She wondered if Sam’s eyes were originally this dark or if they were darkening like her sir’s did during their scenes.
“Good girl. And you know you can stop us both at any point, any second, just whenever you feel like it’s too much or if you’re overwhelmed,” Bucky reminded her. He was very protective of her, and her safety was his first priority.
“I know, sir.” She nodded, smiling lovingly at the caring man reappearing before her.
“What’s your safe word, puppy? He asked her, handing Sam his drink.
Sam let go of her hair and took the glass, sipping on the drink as he intently eyed her sundress-clad body.
“Red,” she said her word out loud.
She was so proud of herself for never having used it before, and she wasn’t intending on using it anytime soon either. Bucky never pushed her to the point where she needed her safe word. But it made Bucky feel better to know she remembered she had a way out; the option to stop. It was important to him that she knew that he would never let anything happen to her without her consent and desire, so she didn’t mind when he did this every time before a heavy session. If anything, the anticipation of what she presumed to come made her leak in her panties.
“That’s right. And you’re gonna use it if you need to, yes, puppy?”
“Yes, sir.”
“And what if you can’t talk?”
Sam raised an eyebrow at the question.
“I tap your nearest body part 3 times.”
“Show Sam how you do it.” Bucky nodded towards his friend.
She obediently lifted a hand up and tapped the back of Sam’s thigh three consecutive taps.
“Did you feel that?” Bucky asked him, wanting to make sure her touches were recognizable.
“Yeah.” Sam nodded.
“Okay, and what if you can’t move your hands, baby girl?”
“I close my eyes shut and sir will stop right away.”
“That’s right. And other than that?”
“I’m never allowed to break eye contact with sir if my mouth is busy,” she told him her last, unofficial rule.
“Good girl. Now go wait in the bedroom while I have a word with Sam, puppy.” Bucky kissed her forehead.
Without another word, she got up and left, her heart beats racing her up the stairs.
“What kind of shit do you do to your girl, man? Why wouldn’t she be able to talk or touch?!”
“Be a little patient and you might find out tonight.” Bucky downed the rest of his drink.
“Now, for your rules,” Bucky started.
“My rules?” Sam chuckled.
“You’re not allowed to cum in her pussy. That’s mine to fill,” Bucky continued, looking as stern as Sam’s ever seen him.
“Alright, fair enough.”
“I want you to make sure she’s using please and thank you or else you punish her.”
“Copy that.” Sam smirked. He was almost as sadistic as Bucky was. Almost.
“If she says her safe word you stop at once. I don’t care what you’re doing, you stop it.” Bucky’s tone left no room for messing around. He was serious about this. If they were going to do it, they were going to do it right.
“Alright, man. If she says stop I stop.”
“Oh, no, that’s not what I said.” Bucky smirked, shaking his head.
“Wha-”
“If she says stop, keep going. She doesn’t mean it.” Bucky smirked wider, “if she says red, however, your touch instantly leaves her.”
“Are you sure about this?” Sam frowned.
“Yeah, she loves to beg.” He smiled fondly at the thought of his perfect girl pleading before walking to the stairs, “You comin’?”
~
When both men entered the room, Sam’s eyes darkened even more at what they were met with.
She was out of her dress. Her hair was now tied up in a ponytail, her cheeks glowing, arms bent behind her back and her folded knees parted. Her rounded breasts were on display, hard nipples hiding behind the thin lace. She looked delicious, ripe and ready for the taking. And boy was Sam ready to take.
Her heart was thrumming in her ears. She knew all the gentleness from downstairs was about to vanish. She knew she was about to be treated like a fucktoy by both of these mob men and she couldn’t wait.
“Damn, you’re beautiful,” Sam whispered, taking in the simple, rose lingerie hugging her body and licking his lips.
“Show Sam what you got for your birthday, puppy,” Bucky ordered, closing the bedroom door behind him.
She swallowed shyly before turning around and bending forward to give Sam a full view of her ass and the red jewel peeking out from between its cheeks, the thin string of her thong doing nothing to cover it.
Bucky’s gotten her a lot of stuff on her birthday, but this glass butt plug was among her top favourties. It was big enough to hurt just the right amount. He knew she couldn’t feel pleasure without it being mixed with a little pain. He knew everything there was to know about her inside out.
She had no idea why Bucky told her to slip the plug in that morning but she knew better now and she was dripping wet with excitement. Her face was hot because she knew this wasn’t a mere show. Bucky was letting Sam know he could fuck her ass if he wanted to and she was more than ready for him to do just that.
“Holy fuck.” Sam felt his pants tighten when he saw the toy held inside her ass. The grown man almost made grabby hands at the sight.
“You can turn back around now, baby girl.”
She did and her eyes looked up to Bucky as a matter of habit, her heart running a marathon in her chest.
Bucky couldn’t help but smirk proudly at Sam’s reaction, jealousy no longer that present in his system. He gave his girl one adoring, reassuring smile before walking and sitting down on the couch facing the side of their bed. He was more ready than he’d realized he was to sit in the only front row seat available and enjoy the show that was about to start.
She, on the other hand, didn’t move a muscle, her eyes looking back down at the floor after meeting Bucky’s, focusing on Sam’s shiny shoes. Her hands remained behind her back and her thighs remained open while she kneeled on the floor by the end of the bed.
“What am I gonna do with you, baby?” Sam whispered lustfully, one finger lifting her chin up.
Her eyes wanted to flicker to Bucky for permission, but she reminded herself she was Sam’s for the night. Bucky has lent her to him. She was to take her orders and get her permissions from Sam now.
“Sam asked you a question, puppy.” Bucky’s voice snapped her out of her trance, indirectly reminding her of the rules she was supposed to follow. She had to focus if she wanted to make Bucky proud. She had to be his good girl even if it meant being so for another man while he watched. Especially if it meant being so for another man while he watched.
“A-Anything you want, Sam.” Her answer drew a wicked smile on Sam’s full lips.
“You know I respect you, right?” He asked, his tone serious, confusing her for a second.
“Yes?”
“Good, remember that ‘cause I’m gonna fuck you like I don’t tonight.” Sam smirked and patted her cheek before walking and taking a seat next to Bucky on the couch. She swallowed at the not-so-subtle warning, anticipation rising inside her belly and wetness rushing out of her core.
“Com’ere,” Sam called for her, remembering her rule: she wasn’t allowed movement without permission.
She was quick to get her hands on the floor, crawling to where Sam sat, kneeling by him and waiting for more instructions. She could feel two sets of eyes burning holes into her as she got closer to the couch but she refused to let it intimidate her.
Sam kept her kneeling before him, just basking in his newfound feeling of authority. He then took his jacket off, finding his Cuban cigars and a lighter before leaving it on the arm of the couch.
She looked so innocent even in such revealing lingerie and Sam wanted nothing more than to see that innocence ruined. He lit up his cigar, watching her closely, waiting for her to look up without permission; to break a rule. But she didn’t.
“Bring me that ashtray.” He pointed to the ashtray on the bedside table.
“Yes, Sam.” She instantly crawled back to carry out the order.
She stared up at the ashtray for a second, trying to figure a way to get it back to Sam. She knew she couldn’t get up on two feet, and she couldn’t carry the heavy ashtray in her mouth either. So instead she lifted one hand up to get hold of the glass object, and then carefully placed it on the center of her back. She put her arm back on the ground as slowly as possible before crawling back to Sam.
“Fuck me,” Sam breathed lowly but Bucky heard him.
“Come’ere, sexy,” he smirked, beckoning her with his finger.
She eventually arrived by the man’s knees, not moving a muscle; her body serving as Sam’s own table, offering him the ashtray and everything else under it.
“You’re such a good pet. I see why your sir never wants to leave the house.”
“Thank you, Sam,” she whispered shyly, giving a shy smile.
Sam removed the heavy glass from her back, setting it between himself and Bucky on the couch and tapped his cigar over it. She sat back on her knees in her default position.
“Take those off, baby.” Sam ordered, the tip of his shoe rubbing between her legs over her baby pink thong, “you don’t need ‘em.”
Keeping herself from whimpering, she did as she was told and kneeled back, feeling the air hit her wet cunt. She was more exposed now and a chill ran through her back when she felt Sam eyeing her wetness.
“Look at your pussy glistening when no one’s even touched you yet!” Sam mocked, bringing the tip of his shoe back under her core.
“So you’re not allowed to move without permission, huh?”
“Yes, Sam,” she mumbled.
“Not allowed to cum either?”
“Yes, Sam.”
“Let’s see how good you are at following your rules then.” Sam smirked devilishly, taking a long puff from his cigar as he brought his foot up, nudging her clit with the front of his shoe, “eyes on me.”
She bit her lip and looked at the man, trying not to squirm as the frictionless leather shoe started slowly moving back and forth between her thighs. Sam glided his foot all the way back and her clit got caught on the pointed tip again, making her breath hitch in her throat.
The patent leather was sliding so smoothly under her pussy, almost making squeaky sounds with how wet she was. A shiver slightly shook her thighs when her bud was nudged again but she kept her posture and let out a pleasured sigh. She was getting close and her face and neck were hot.
Bucky knew that look too well and he bit down his lip at the thought of Sam getting his girl so flustered so fast. He hated watching her get teased by another man and hated the raging boner it was giving him.
“Maybe you are as good as Bucky tells me after all.” She didn’t even notice the shoe was no longer touching her until Sam’s impressed voice filled her ears.
“Th-thank you, Sam.” She smiled proudly, finally able to breathe, though her clit still throbbed.
His shoe was now glossy with her arousal and she stared at it in slight embarrassment. She wondered what Bucky was thinking. Was he proud of her? Was he going to punish her for getting so wet for Sam?
“I also heard you were good with your mouth.” Sam cupped her cheek and traced his thumb along her lower lip. She nervously nodded in confirmation.
He took his touch away from her, “show me then, clean the mess you made on my shoes.”
Her mouth opened and closed at the instruction, but she quickly got back on her hands, bowing by Sam’s feet to lick a strip on top of the shoe she’d dirtied. She nearly made a face at the taste of herself tainted with the taste of leather.
“Don’t forget the other shoe too.”
“Yes, Sam.”
She was licking and slurping like his shoes tasted of her favourite ice cream, switching left and right between both shoes. She just wanted to be good. When Sam eventually let out a low “enough”, his pair of shoes was shinier than it ever was with her saliva coating it.
She lifted herself up and involuntarily looked at Bucky for approval. He gave her his ‘good girl’ smirk and she bit back another smile of her own, licking her lips and casting her eyes down.
“Good girl, so obedient,” Sam voiced Bucky’s thoughts for her before taking her by the neck to press his lips to hers, licking her taste off her tongue.
The kiss was gentle despite the tight hold he had on her neck. It was Sam’s way of emphasizing that she shouldn’t keep looking at Bucky. She could taste the cigar on his tongue and hoped hers didn’t taste of leather.
Sam’s dark eyes gazed at her hungrily when he pulled away, “now get that mouth on me, baby. Show me what it can really do,” he whispered against her lips, letting her neck go.
Not needing further urging, she sat up on her knees and her fingers did quick work of the man’s pants. He lifted himself up, helping her push his pants and boxer briefs down his knees. And once his hard dick sprung free, she sat back and stared with a slack jaw. That was one beautiful cock right there and it was about to be in her mouth. It was hers to suck for the night.
Bucky noticed and his jaw clenched as he made her a silent promise in his head to remind her who she really belonged to later.
“What? Too big for you?” Sam teased cockily, pushing her chin up and closing her mouth for her.
She licked her lips and shook her head. Yes, Sam was longer than Bucky, but she could definitely take him.
“What are you waiting for then? Get to work.” Sam opened his legs and sat back and she had to fight the urge to look at Bucky again.
Given permission to touch, she moved her warm hands up Sam’s strong thighs, trying to stop herself from imagining riding them to focus on the real prize in between.
One of her hands wrapped around his hard length and gave a small squeeze, hearing him sigh already. She started slowly moving her hand up and down his cock, more sighs leaving Sam’s lips as he relaxed more into the couch. Her mouth watered at the sight of precum dribbling out of his head and she gave no warning before she flattened her tongue and licked a strip along the underside of his cock and over the tip. She closed her lips around it and let her tongue flick over Sam’s slit, softly humming at his musky taste with the tinge of saltiness she would always remember as Sam’s. It was different from her sir’s but it was fucking tasty. Sam moaned at the sudden warmth surrounding his sensitive tip and bucked his hips.
She managed to take most of Sam in her mouth, her hand stroking what she couldn’t yet fit. His big hand was on the back of her head, below her ponytail as he gently thrust half of his length in and out of her mouth.
“Keep going. She can take it.” Bucky could tell Sam was holding back, but he knew what his girl could handle. He knew she loved to be used. And he also knew he needed to stroke himself over his pants to the sight of her deep throating Sam.
“She’s so good. Fuck!” Sam groaned, keeping eye contact with her all the while as his hips snapped deeper. She looked admirable with tears gathering in her wide eyes, and his cock filling her mouth.
Sam pushed himself deeper and she did her best to relax her throat but he had her gagging anyways. Definitely longer than Bucky.
She hollowed her cheeks and held on to Sam’s thighs, letting him use her throat and hearing the sexiest groans leave his. Her clit was tingling with need.
“Oh yes, baby. Choke on it,” Sam growled when he held her by her ponytail and gave a deep thrust, making her gag again.
Tears left her eyes as she focused on sucking and breathing through her nose. Her tongue teased the now very prominent vein on the underside of Sam’s cock and his hands tightened around her locks; it almost hurt. She loved it.
Sam pulled out for a minute to let her breathe before grabbing her head again, pushing her mouth down his cock until the hairs above it tickled her nose. He kept her there, his cock deep-seated in her throat and she held still. She didn’t dare do anything other than relax her throat for him.
Sam let up, giving her a minute to breathe before getting himself sheathed back down her warm throat again.
“Look at you chocking on another man’s cock like the little slut you are,” Bucky whispered, leaning forward, his hand finding the jewel peeking out of her tighter hole and lightly tapping it.
She gasped but it turned into a gurgle around Sam’s cock, making him moan and Bucky laugh.
“She’s drenched just from having your cock down her throat, Sam.” Bucky chuckled when his friend groaned, his index pushing down on the jewel and circling slowly, making the tip of the plug twirl inside her. He intentionally avoided checking how wet she was, depriving her clit of any relief his fingers could possibly provide.
Her moans around Sam were muffled and she could do nothing but kneel there and take it. She knew better than to squirm or try to move away from Bucky’s torment or Sam’s cock.
“Shit, make her do that again,” Sam panted, feeling himself get close to release.
Hearing them talk about her like she wasn’t there made her pussy pulse. Bucky pulled on the jewel, only getting an inch of it out before shoving it back inside her again, holding down hard and rolling the jewel. The bulbous head of the plug massaged circles inside her tightness.
She choked on another moan, the sensation of the glass dildo swirling on the inside of her ass was maddening. It was all new to her. It felt so good but not at all enough and she could feel her wetness ooze down her thighs as her cunt clenched around nothing.
“Fuck, gonna cum,” Sam grunted as she continued sucking and mewling around him. “You know what to do, puppy,” Bucky warned, although he knew she wouldn’t spit, pushing the toy further in her.
Sam’s hot cum shot down her throat and she moaned when she tasted more of him. Her swallowing around Sam’s tip made his hips stutter through his orgasm. He tugged her head back by her hair, slowly slipping his cock out of her mouth, but she still bent forward and cleaned him up with her tongue.
“Thank you, Sam.” She licked her lips and smiled timidly at the man.
He just chuckled, still having trouble breathing, “my pleasure, you perfect little thing.”
“Good girl.” Bucky possessively slapped her ass, making her whimper before sitting back and smirking down at her state.
Her face was hot, cheeks slightly moist with her tears and chin with her spit. Her lips were swollen and her hair was a mess, ponytail no longer in place.
“Very good,” Sam gulped, “goddamn, girl!”
She smiled wider at the praise as Sam wiped the tears off her cheeks.
“Fix your hair so we can take a look at that wet pussy, baby girl.” Bucky interrupted.
Her gaze alternated between his face and strained cock, silently asking what about you?
“I’ll have my fun with you, puppy. Don’t you worry your greedy, little holes.” Bucky grinned and she blushed, raising her arms to her head to redo her ponytail.
~
When Bucky went back down to get himself another drink, thinking it’d help him cool off, and it was just her alone with Sam, he told her to get up and stand by the bed. He loved watching her ass as she walked now that he knew she had a plug in. He walked over to her after pulling up his boxers, shoes and pants off and forgotten.
“What do you want, baby?” Sam asked, his fingers playing with her right bra strap.
“I wanna please you, Sam.” She knew her answer, her tone hushed as his hands started kneading her soft boobs.
“You don’t want me to return the favor?” Sam tilted his head to the side with a smirk, the pads of his thumbs swiping over her barely covered nipples, circling and teasing.
“O-only if you want to.” She was trying her best not to squirm under his touch or at the thought of his lips on her. Sam’s lust-filled eyes kept eye contact with her wide doe ones while his hands pushed her bra straps down her shoulders, slowly reaching back to unclasp the whole thing. He let it slip down her arms as his stare moved lower to take in her naked chest.
“You’re too perfect,” he whispered to himself, squeezing her boobs again as Bucky opened the door and walked back in, but she heard him and blushed.
Bucky’s jacket was gone and his cock was tenting in his pants. Cooling off didn’t work.
Sam pulled hard on her nipples when he saw her get distracted by Bucky’s entrance, making her gasp. Sam wanted to punish her. He wanted to see her break a rule but she was too good, so well-trained. She didn’t squeak the ‘please’ that was on the tip of her tongue at the feeling. She didn’t let herself beg for more. She didn’t stumble forward.
Bucky smirked, knowing she would always want him and only him no matter who was with her. He sat on his spot on the couch and sipped on his drink, dark eyes watching her naked body be played with by Sam.
“Get on the bed, baby.” Sam ordered with a nod, “on your back.” And she wasted no time before obeying.
“Open your legs for me,” Sam murmured after positioning a pillow under her head. He wanted her to watch him devour her.
He circled the bed and a shiver ran through her when the chill air hit her wet core again as she did like she was told and spread her legs.
Sam held her ankles, getting on his knees before her at the end of the bed and setting her shins on his broad shoulders.
“Turns out I’m in the mood to return the favor, so let me hear you, baby. Don’t hold back,” Sam said, giving her permission to make noises as he slowly pulled the plug out of her ass.
She let out a soft whine that had him craving more. Sam didn’t waste a minute, immediately diving in between her legs, licking up a stripe from her opening to her clit before slipping his tongue in her pussy.
Sam moaned at her sweet taste and she threw her head back, mewling as she felt his tongue poke inside and his lips vibrate on her.
Sam’s thick index traced her rim, filling the place her plug has been, feeling around before being joined by his middle. He sucked her clit between his lips as his fingers scissored inside of her ass. Her back bowed off the bed with a loud whine, the coldness of his rings strongly felt against her hot insides.
She didn’t have permission to touch Sam so she grabbed on the sheets under her instead, whimpering and trying to remain in place.
“Sam,” she moaned when he slowed his movements on her holes.
“You like what I’m doing to you? You like getting your ass fingered while my tongue flicks your little clit?”
“Yes, yes, please,” she whined desperately.
“Please what, baby? Be specific.” Sam smirked before licking up and down her taint.
“Please don’t stop,” she squealed, opening her legs as wide as they’d go on the man’s shoulders.
“Wouldn’t dream of it, baby,” Sam said as he slipped a third finger next to the two already inside her ass.
Bucky couldn’t take it anymore, dreading that her attention was no longer on him, completely hoarded by Sam at the moment. She was squirming and mewling like a bitch in heat, and palming himself over his pants did nothing for him. He put his glass down and got on the bed by her head, noticing her eyes already looking glazed over. Her mouth unstoppably let out the softest pleads and whimpers.
Bucky unbuckled his pants and pushed them down just enough to get his dick out, desperate to feel her mouth around him.
“Open wide for your sir, puppy,” Bucky demanded and she promptly let her tongue out as he guided himself closer to her face.
Bucky was straddling her head, his back to the headboard, and when he sheathed his entire cock down her throat, he swore he could see it bulging on the outside of her neck. She gagged at the sudden intrusion, but wrapped her lips around him still. Bucky threw his head back, feeling her wet throat hug his cock. She was so good for him. She was always so good for him; he’d burn down the world for those teary, doe eyes.
“I wanted to hear her,” Sam complained when he lifted his head from her pussy to see her mouth stuffed full, fingers reaching deeper inside her ass. She mewled and gagged more around Bucky’s cock, making him groan before smiling smugly at Sam.
“Yeah, well, I wanted to fuck her throat.” Bucky smirked, thrusts going languid and deep.
“Fine, have it your way.” Sam put his tongue back inside of her, and started sliding it in and out of her heat, lapping at her like a starved man.
She would gasp Sam’s name every time Bucky paused and took his cock out for her to breathe, making him shove himself back in her mouth with little gentleness. He stopped using her mouth when he saw her stomach tensing though. He knew when she was about to cum; he knew all the signs.
“Can I please cum, Sam?” She gulped as Bucky caressed her face, wiping any residue tears.
Looking into her teary eyes, Bucky felt himself fall in love with her all over again. She always looked so beautiful when she was about to lose it.
Sam’s merciless stimulation of her two holes and Bucky’s cock stuffing the third drove her to a near edge quicker than ever. Sam was everywhere. His fingers fucking her ass and his tongue fucking her cunt all while his lips sucked her clit.
“Cum for me, puppy.” Sam purposefully used Bucky’s pet name for her to rile him up before sucking harder on her bundle of nerves, pushing his fingers deeper in her and curling them.
Bucky, naturally, slid his dick down her throat once more, forbidding Sam from hearing his name be shouted.
Her thighs shook, involuntarily closing around Sam’s head. With a scream muffled on Bucky’s cock, her ass fluttered around Sam’s fingers as she came, feeling him drink her release right up from the source.
“That’s a good puppy.” Sam smirked up at Bucky, who still stood with a hard cock on him, only now it was wet with her saliva.
“Thank you, Sam.” She panted, feeling her toes uncurl and her muscles start to relax.
“You’re welcome, baby.” He pecked her clit one last time before towering over her, caging her between his muscular arms. He slipped his tongue in her mouth and let her taste herself again. She tasted much better on his tongue than his shoes.
“Do you mind?” Sam broke the kiss, “I’m gonna fuck her now, go back to your couch.” He pressed his lips back to hers again, swallowing her shocked gasp.
She knew she’d probably be the one to face Bucky’s wrath later and the thought left her whimpering against Sam’s lips.
Bucky scoffed and got off the bed, giving her a menacing smirk. He’d let Sam take what he needed for the night because he knew whose cock she’d be begging for later anyway. A deal was a deal and he wanted to get this over with too.
Sam slid down her body again and gave her pussy another kiss, “gonna fuck this ass real good,” he whispered to her core.
“Let me see you live up to the name, puppy.” Sam pinched her side and got off the bed.
She heard her order loud and clear, getting on all fours for Sam and looking at herself in the mirror. Her ponytail was ruined once more from her squirming on the bed and the baby hairs on her forehead were stuck there with sweat. Her cheeks were burning and lips puffy. She whimpered and her limbs shook, her stare lowering as she blushed at how hungry she felt for another man.
“Eyes on the mirror.” She looked back up obediently and saw Sam taking his shirt off.
The man looked like museum art. His defined, muscular arms and buff, sculpted chest had her pussy drooling all over again. And good god that ass was just exquisite.
She watched Sam climb on the bed behind her form, pulling her ass to him and grinding himself on her. He was rock hard as if she hasn’t touched him all night. Then his tip nudged her tighter hole and she bit down.
“You got lube?” he asked, alternatively slapping his cock on both her holes.
“F-First drawer.”
“Gonna fuck you so good your little puppy holes would be gapin’ for days.” Another rush of wetness left her cunt at Sam’s promise; she ached to be filled. Sam lubed his cock up, poking her ass with the tip before carefully pushing it past her rim. She let out a shaky breath, head dropping as she felt her muscles stretch with little resistance to accommodate Sam’s length. The man was blessed.
“Eyes on the mirror I said,” Sam grunted, bottoming out inside her ass.
She instantly lifted her head up and her eyes met the reflection of his dark ones.
“Don’t make me repeat myself again.” He smacked her thigh, rolling his hips to push himself deeper in her ass, “you’ve been good so far.”
“’M sorry, Sam.” She whimpered. “Such a good puppy.” Sam began moving in and out, taking his time with her, letting her adjust, his fingers digging into her hips, most likely bruising the soft flesh.
“Fuck, your ass is tight, baby.” Despite being previously stretched on the plug, she was still so tight and her walls gripped Sam so needily every time he buried his dick in her.
When he felt she’s gotten used to him and heard her breathing get louder, Sam stilled and locked eyes with her in the mirror while his middle and ring fingers pushed inside her wet pussy without warning. He smirked when he watched her breath hitch in surprise, mouth falling open further and eyes struggling not to shut. She’s never felt so full. “You’re so wet, baby. Who made you this wet?” Sam asked, his cock delivering a harsh stab to her ass, fingers moving in and out of her cunt.
It took everything not to turn her head to Bucky to seek his permission for what she knew she was supposed to say. “I asked you a question, puppy.” Sam took his cock out of her ass and before she could even register or protest, he shoved it in her pussy, filling her up in one thrust.
She screamed out, pain mixed with pleasure just the way she liked and there was no way stopping her mouth now, “you, Sam, you. You made me wet. It’s all for you.”
Her squealing was a bucket of ice on Bucky’s head. It’s all for Sam? Was it now?
“That’s a good puppy,” Sam grunted behind her, fucking into her in hard, fast thrusts. She could feel his tip kissing her cervix with every push of his hips. She was floating, unable to silence or manage her screams.
Sam switched again, sliding out of her wet cunt and plunging his cock back in her ass, “who’s making you scream?” he slapped her ass before his fingers found her swollen clit.
“Y-You, Sam! You!” She clutched the sheets, barely able to keep herself up.
“Damn right.” He gave one harsh thrust and her orgasm peeked at her from around the corner.
“Can I please cum? Please.” Her teary eyes pleaded with him in the mirror.
“Gonna cum for me again already?” Sam chuckled, his fingers relentless on her clit.
“Yes, Sam, p-please.” She whined, pussy clenching around nothing as he filled her ass.
“Cum.” One word and her orgasm was washing over her in waves.
Her arms involuntarily stretched above her head and clutching the bedding, her face lowered and hidden in the sheets as her ass pushed back against Sam. Her orgasm rippled through her and her thighs quivered again.
Sam bit his lip at the sight of her cumming with his cock stuffing her ass, fingers still playing with her clit to keep her trembling until she whined, chest heaving and tummy still clenching.
“So it’s all for Sam?” Bucky’s voice echoed throw the room and she could barely breathe now.
“Sir-” She forced her head up from the mattress, teary eyes already begging for forgiveness.
“Do I need to remind you who owns you, pup?” Bucky gently touched her cheek, “do I?” he slapped her before painfully gripping her jaw.
“No, sir, I-I could never forget.” She shook her head, instant tears filling her eyes. Shame filled her as she could still feel herself fluttering around Sam’s cock.
“Seems like you did, puppy.” Bucky let go of her jaw, his own clenching in held in ire.
“Get off her.” He nodded to Sam, who was still snug inside her.
“I thought you said I was in charge tonight? C’mon now, you don’t wanna confuse this poor puppy, my cock is already fucking her dumb enough.”
“Get off,” Bucky said between gritted teeth.
“Not before she gives me another one from her pussy.” Sam smirked coldly, making a growl vibrate through Bucky’s chest.
“Dangle your head off the bed, puppy,” Bucky ordered her instead and she looked back at Sam, silently pleading that he pulls out of her.
Sam pulled out with a chuckle as she whimpered. He moved off the bed and let her lay on her back, hanging her head off the mattress like Bucky wanted. As soon as Bucky's thighs were around her head, Sam straddled her waist, rubbing the head of his prick over her drenched pussy lips. She could feel the heat of both men’s gazes as they stared at each other challengingly.
“Open up.” Bucky tapped his dick on her lips without sparing her a glance, his hard eyes on Sam.
She obeyed and Bucky was shoving himself down her throat in no time, Sam simultaneously pushing himself inside her slippery cunt. She gagged and moaned as both her throat and pussy contracted around the huge cocks filling her up.
“If you wanna act like a cock slut so bad, might as well treat you like one, puppy,” Bucky growled, thrusting in and out of her throat with a punishing force. The harder Bucky fucked her mouth, the harder Sam went on her poor pussy. She was soon reduced to a whimpering mess around Bucky, her cunt sensitive but still insatiate as it swallowed Sam and clung to his cock.
Bucky momentarily pulled out of her mouth, “who do you belong to?”
“You, sir. Only you.” She could only say as much before he was back to filling her throat.
“That’s right, puppy. I own you. I fucking own every inch of this body.” Bucky’s fingers danced over her collarbones before pinching her nipples.
She squealed, choking on his cock as she felt herself getting close again. “Oh, you like being stuffed from both ends?” Sam taunted when he felt how hard she was clamping down on him.
Bucky left her throat and she coughed a little, her neck slightly hurting from the position she was in. Sam took the chance that Bucky was letting her breathe and drove his cock inside her, his tip hitting her spot.
“Ah, Sam!” She cried out, making Bucky push back in her mouth with minute sympathy.
“At least make me cum first before screaming another man’s name, you dirty little puppy,” Bucky growled, slapping her breasts, making Sam smirk as he fucked her throbbing pussy.
His words, though uttered in a moment of lust, made her heart lurch. She didn’t want Bucky to think she’d put her pleasure before his or that she was enjoying Sam’s treatment of her lower half more than choking on his dick.
She started sucking harder, ignoring the tension building in her lower abdomen and turning all her moans to hums on Bucky’s cock. She did all the things she knew made her man’s eyes roll and his ringed fingers wrapped about her throat in confirmation. She stretched her arms past her head, her fingers trailing up Bucky’s inner thighs, making him shiver. Her fingers gently played with his balls and Bucky groaned, his hand squeezing her neck more. Soon enough, he was filling her throat with his cum, his mouth agape and his rings bruising her neck. She swallowed every drop, licking her lips and gasping when Bucky pulled out, “thank you, sir.” She panted, her lungs greedy for oxygen.
Bucky only nodded, kicking his pants off before sitting beside her head. Sam grabbed her by the waist so her head wasn’t hanging off the bed anymore before he resumed the movements of his hips.
“I’m sorry, sir.” She whispered, more tears leaving her eyes.
Bucky sighed, leaning forward to kiss her trembling lips and she knew she was forgiven. His hands roamed her chest, thumb rubbing over one nipple as he watched her cries grow loud for Sam again. Her throat was sore and her whines were weaker but she was much happier knowing her sir wasn’t mad at her anymore.
“Please,” she whispered when Sam’s fingers flicked her abused clit again.
“Please what, baby?”
“Please let me cum, Sam,” she begged, her hands clutching the sheets as her tummy tensed.
“Cum all over my cock, puppy,” Sam groaned and thrust his cock harder in her.
Her back bowed, clit chasing closer to Sam’s fingers before she saw white and it all became too much. Sam pulled his cock out of her and a rush of her release followed.
“Just when I thought you couldn’t get any more perfect,” Sam breathed as he watched her quiver and squirt, fingers still rubbing her clit to help her ride it all out.
She quickly became sensitive and her waist jerked, her body settling on the bed, aftershocks buzzing through her core.
“My turn, baby,” Sam said before sliding back in her ass, her wetness helping him glide right in.
“You gonna let me cum in your ass, puppy?” he asked as he fucked her through the aftereffects of her orgasm, her pussy and ass still fluttering.
“Yes, Sam. Please cum inside me, need your cum,” she moaned, letting Sam fuck her into the mattress and loving it.
“Such a good puppy, letting me use you to please your sir- ahh,” Sam grunted, pushing her legs to her chest to have a better view of his cock disappearing in her ass.
“Please, Sam.” She felt herself get close again.
Sam could see her toes curling again before him and a smirk drew itself on his face, “cum for me, puppy. Cum with me.”
Her muscles tensed yet again and her eyes rolled to the back of her head before she felt Sam’s warm cum fill her up.
“Thank you, Sam,” she let out, her voice above a whisper.
“Thank you, baby.” Sam carefully pulled out of her and kissed her forehead sweetly, “that was amazing.”
“It really was.” She smiled tiredly and the man chuckled.
“Okay, get out,” Bucky said impatiently.
“Woah, I’m not walking out of here pantless. Chill.” Sam patted his shoulder as he walked to the couch to the bathroom to get cleaned up.
“How are you feeling, pup?” Bucky cradled her face and she turned to kiss his hands.
“Really exhausted.” She smiled, “did I do good?” “You did perfect, baby girl. Like always.” He kissed her swollen lips softly.
“That deal is yours by the way,” Sam interrupted as he shrugged on his coat.
Bucky just nodded with a smile in appreciation as he watched Sam walk himself out. He got up to carry her to the shower and saw Sam’s cum leaking out of her ass hole.
“You just love getting your ass fucked, don’t you?”
“I guess I do.” She blushed.
“Well then let’s clean that shit out so I can properly fill your holes.” ~~~ Taglist:
@harrysthiccthighss
@tinystudentfirepurse
@lavendercitizen
@tumblin-theworldaway
@pretty-pop-princess-hs
@lilymurphy03
@idontwannagomrstarkk
@glxwingrxse
@littlelioncub43
@mathletemadison
@canned-rootbear
@pandaxnienke
@loveisallyouneed1125
@floral-recs
@littlemoonkiller
@hallecarey1
@vespasianphantom
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tom-whore-dleston · 1 year
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WIP List Game
you know the drill: create a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP file folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it.
Thank you @littlestatesman and @give-me-a-moose for the tag!
Kill Bill - ex!Layla El Faouly x dark! f. reader ft. Marc Spector
Bad Days and Good Head - sub!Sam Wilson x soft dom! f. reader
Adam Warlock - dark!Adam Warlock x Guardians! f. reader
How Does It Feel? - Harley Quinn x m. reader
God Damn That Marc Spector - Marc Spector x f. reader ft. SamBucky
Alice x Shelley x f. reader
I have no idea who has done this yet so if I tag you and you've done it already, you don't have to do it again: @blackbat05 @buckybleu @inklore @fluffyprettykitty @psychedelic-ink @magicxc and of course anyone not tagged that wants to play <3
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theblueraven5 · 2 years
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These are the Marvel fics I’ve reblogged/recommend
None of these fics are mine. All credit goes to the respective authors who are awesome! 
I wanted to compile a list of all the fics I’ve reblogged and recommend for others to read. 
Honestly, I just wanted to make a list so it would be easier for me to find the fics but since I’m making the list, I might as well share it with others. This will mostly be Wanda (cuz I’m obsessed with her) but there will also be Natasha and some WandaNat. If there are other ships, I’ll share those as well. 
Updated 2/13/2022
Wanda x Reader
Loving You (Part 9)
Angst, Fluff, Omegaverse
(This is part 9 but it has the links to all the other parts)
Summary: The worst that could ever happen just happened to you. In a world where Alphas and Omegas are considered the best, being a beta meant that you were just going to be an average person. Always in the middle. People don’t look the same at you. But a chance encounter with a gorgeous Omega will change everything up.
You can Stay
Fluff
Summary: You are a softie for your girlfriend who is having trouble sleeping and so now you’re trying to hide the fact that she’s in your room from your parents.
Natasha x Reader
WandaNat x Reader
Invisible 
Fluff, Angst, Powered!Reader
Summary: You’ve always felt invisible, and your powers didn’t help those feelings. But then two redheads and a team of superheroes help you realize that maybe you can be seen.
Take Care of You
Fluff, Angst? 
Summary: Reader is sick and WandaNat are being overprotective and checking up on her, making sure she’s doing ok. 
Explorations in IKEA
Fluff
Summary: Wanda is a simp. Natasha’s a tease. And you? You’re oblivious. Wanda can’t bring herself to say no to you. She would move heaven on earth to make you happy. Natasha adores you more than she let on. Would she carry an umbrella around for you the entire day to make sure you never get a cold in the rain? Yes. Doesn’t mean she can’t have a little fun teasing the brunette for having a crush on you.
F*cking up the friendship
 Angst, Fluff
Summary: You sometimes forget Nat and Wanda are dating each other but when they go off on a date you feel sad and add alcohol to the mix, unable to fully control your words around them when they come back
Incorrect Quotes
Quote 1 
Other Ships not listed above
Soteria
Yelena Belova x Kate Bishop x Reader
Fluff, Angst, Healer!Reader
Summary: You struggle with being kept a secret by the team and the insecurities of not being good enough. After a hostage situation, your girlfriends reassure you of your worth.
Just f***ing Tell Her
Carol Danvers x Reader, Natasha Romanoff x Reader
Angst, Fluff?, Mutant!Reader
Summary: Natasha and Carol are fighting for really socially awkward R’s love and the reason R is so awkward is because she has been alone most of her life and doesn’t know how to talk to people but she loves animals. 
Masterlists
Empyreanwritings’s Poly-ship Masterlist
BuckyNat, SamBucky, WandaBucky, WandaNat
Empyreanwritings’s Wanda Maximoff Masterlist 
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callmeluna · 3 years
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Another month of great fics! I am so grateful to all of the amazing writers here who share their talents with the fandom. You are seriously all the f-ing best! 💖
Remember to read all warnings and show these fantastic writers your appreciation by liking and rebloging their work. Please and thank you! 😊
And if any of you writers out there wanna send some of your work my way, I’d be happy to check it out!
(Heads up, I don’t read dub/non con, underage, inc*st, self harm)
[*Series Materlist]
• Bucky Barnes x Reader •
Peer Review @indyluckycharlie
Ghost of You* @gogolucky13
What Is, and What Should Never Be @whoisbxcky
Worst Idea Ever* @firefly-in-darkness
Happy Birthday Bucky @phant0m-queen
You Are My Sunshine @daydream3r-xo
A Bit Sus @bonkywobble
Call Me When You Get Home @heli0s-writes
Sweeter Than This @the-iceni-bitch
Beautiful People* @nacho-bucky
Metanoia @gogolucky13
Like My Arm? @drabblewithfrannybarnes
Welcome Home @whitestarbucky
Bronzed Handed @drabblewithfrannybarnes
• Steve Rogers x Reader •
Honey @firefly-in-darkness
Light Years @xbuchananbarnes
All of You @evansweaters
You Should Be Sad @simsadventures
• Sam Wilson x Reader •
[I now have an ongoing Sam Wilson fic rec list available here.]
Identity* @bucky-the-thigh-slayer
Forgive, Forget @nacho-bucky
Smooth @firefly-in-darkness
Sugar @mxsamwilson
Mr. September @daydream3r-xo
Missing @whiskey-cokenfanfic
• Natasha Romanoff x Reader •
Baby Games @lesbian-deadpool
Stars Falling @missmonsters2
• Stucky x Reader •
White Noise @kleohoneyao3
Entanglement* @brooklyns-boys
• Bucky Barnes x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader •
Dancing On My Own* @a-tale-of-two-comics
• Bucky Barnes x Natasha Romanoff •
Another Autumn Night @wntrsnat
• Sam x Sharon x Bucky •
SamSharonBucky ficlet* @bucky-the-thigh-slayer
• Ransom Drysdale x Reader •
Coffee and Muses @bucky-the-thigh-slayer
• Bucky Barnes x Reader x Carol Danvers•
Three Broken Birds @imanuglywombat
• Wanda Maximoff x Reader •
Made With Love* @ayybtch
• SamBucky x Reader •
A Weekend in Paris @bucky-the-thigh-slayer
• TJ Hammond x Andy Barber •
Trial and Error* @riricitaa
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last updated: july 7th 2021 | dividers by @firefly-graphics​
all reader inserts are black!reader
* - smut | ✝︎ - 1k+ notes
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\\ * pipers creek (complete) | sam wilson is a simple man. he likes to do simple things, like going   fishing on a warm summer day. little does sam know, this fishing trip   will not only lead him to his soulmate, but into a world of ancient folklore
\\ * the art of the deal (complete) | it’s sam and steve’s tenth anniversary. perfect time to add a third
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→ c a p k o y e (steve rogers x okoye)
\\ * vip | steve returns home to find that okoye has received a special package
\\ the captain and the general | steve and okoye have a secret
\\ * the captain and the general part 2 | steve and okoye get the night to themselves 
\\ home | steve comes home
\\ * born on the 4th of july | okoye and steve celebrate his birthday
→ s a m b u c k y
\\ * 8pm | sam and bucky are enjoying life after all of the chaos of thanos finally dies down
\\ catch and release | sam gets acquainted with his new accessory
\\ * all work and no play... (social media au) | sam is home from work early. bucky isn’t. sam is bored. bucky isn’t. sam is horny. bucky isn’t. sam sets out to change that
→ b u c k y  b a r n e s  x  t ‘ c h a l l a
\\ * hate me (in the morning) | there’s a thin line between love and hate that t’challa knows all too well.
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capkoye (steve rogers x okoye)
#19: one person stopping a kiss to ask “do you want to do this?”, only to have the other person answer with a deeper, more passionate kiss.
#32: a kiss so passionate, so perfect - that after they part, neither person can open their eyes for a few moments afterwards.
#33: an unexpected kiss that shocks the one receiving it.
#40: a gentle kiss that quickly descends into passion, with little regard for what’s going on around them.
#42: distracting kisses from someone that are meant to stop the other person from finishing their work, and give them kisses instead.
buckoye (bucky barnes x okoye)
#33: an unexpected kiss that shocks the one receiving it
natasha romanov
#27: kisses exchanged while one person sits on the other’s lap.
#11: morning kisses that are exchanged before either person opens their eyes, kissing blindly until their lips meet in a blissful encounter.
* #3: a breathy demand: “kiss me” - and what the other person does to respond. (featuring okoye)
peter parker x shuri
#8: laying a gentle kiss to the back of the other’s hand.
sambucky
#44: tentative kisses given in the dark
→ 2. 7 k f o l l o w e r s
capkoye (steve rogers x okoye)
* risky
sambucky 
* taste
→ k i n k t o b e r 2 0 1 9
capkoye (steve rogers x okoye)
* taste, touch, feel
sambucky
* tipsy
natasha romanov x reader x okoye
* sweet
samsteve
country
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ao3feed-buckyreader · 2 years
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You won't find me unless I want to
by Akhmenra_Denil
Request "A poly!SamBucky x reader where she's like Mystique and hide from her familly."
Words: 2655, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: The Avengers (Marvel Movies), The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: F/M, Multi
Characters: Sam Wilson (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Reader Insert - Character
Relationships: sam wilson x reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader
Additional Tags: avengers x reader - Freeform, sam wilson x reader - Freeform, Bucky x Reader, poly!avengers x reader - Freeform, sam x readerx bucky, Fluff, Smut, slight angst, sam x reader smut, bucky x reader smut, Reader Insert, mcu - Freeform, marve fic
source https://archiveofourown.org/works/35465947
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Pride 2k21 Masterlist
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Here is the Masterlist of all my Pride Celebration drabbles! Info post and if any prompts are still open can be found in the info post here! Drabbles are marked as what kind of reader used and for any warnings that may be needed, though most are fun fluff drabbles. Drabbles are between 600-800 words for the most part. Smut is marked with a 💦 so please stay away if you’re under 18). 
Links to the weekly writing challenge masterlist are at the bottom of this post!
My main masterlist can be found here
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1.  Pride (F!Eivor x gn!reader, modern au)
2.  “You know, it’s not often I get to talk to someone like you…I mean…someone like me.” (Loki x gn!bi!reader)
3. “You have the most beautiful smile.”
4. “You know what? I am done hiding. Let’s go.” (Oberyn/Ellaria x gn!reader)
5. “Hope will never be silent” Harvey Milk (Thirteenth Doctor x gn!reader)
6. Rainbow 💦 (Carol Danvers x afab!reader, smut)
7. “Kiss me again, like you mean it.” (Fennec Shand x gn!reader)
8. “Hold my hand tight. I’ll protect you.” (F!Eivor x gn!reader)
9. Soulmate
10. Forehead kisses (Jesper Fahey x gn!reader)
11. Sunlight
12. “Look at that idiot… that’s the love of my life” (Fennec Shand x gn!reader)
13. “It’s always been you” 💦 (Logan Delos x gn!reader, smut)
14. Formal (genderfluid!Loki x fem!bi!reader, combined with 15)
15. “I’ll always be by your side”  (genderfluid!Loki x fem!bi!reader, combined with 14)
16. Glitter (Inej Ghafa x gn!reader)
17. “I may be crazy but that don’t make me wrong” Marsha P Johnson
18. Stargazing (Carol Danvers x gn!reader)
19. Dancing (SamBucky x gn!reader)
20. “someone will remember us, I say, even in another time” Sappho (Kassandra x gn!reader)
21. “To me, you are perfect” 💦(ish) (Boba Fett x gn!Reader x Fennec Shand)
22. “Hold me closer” (Koska Reeves x gn!Reader)
23. Heartbeat 💦(ish)  (Frankie Morales x fem!Reader x Benny Miller)
24. “Marry me” (Kassandra x gn!Reader)
25. Fairy tale (Valkyrie x fem!Reader, combined with 29) 
26. Flames 💦 (Din Djarin x afab!reader x Boba Fett, smut)
27. “At the end of the day, we can endure much more than we think we can.”-Frida Kahlo (Boba x gn!Reader x Fennec Shand)
28. “I know it will all work out, as long as we have each other”
29. “I’m in love with you”  (Valkyrie x fem!Reader, combined with 25)
30. Show your true colors
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Weekly Writing Challenge Masterlist
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Week 1 -  pride  /  “Kiss me again, like you mean it.”
Week 2 - rainbow / “Hold my hand tight, I’ll protect you.”
W eek 3 - glitter / “I’ll always be by your side.”
Week 4 - heartbeat / “Someone will remember us, I say, even in another time.”
Week 5 - fairy tale / “I’m in love with you.”
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