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#sambucky x reader
gemstone-roses · 6 months
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A song so sinful
Sam Wilson x Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
summary: Sambucky tells you how good you are for them. Can be read as part of the 'good girl' fic world but also on its own. Kinda threesome? But There's no DP here sorry!
You can read my other two fics which exist in the same universe as this but there is no need to read them before this, here.
Warnings: smut, Lots of praise, like sooo much 🙌. This is so incredibly filthy I don't know what to say to be honest. Overstimulation, spit kink,? Breast/nipple play. Praise, unprotected sex! Pet names, Mentions of squirting at the end. NSFW minors be fucking gone from here I swear!
There shall be another, where Sam makes the reader squirt.
Note: it has been a while, sorry! be kind! Likes reblogs and comments are much appreciated thankyou 🥺🥺 remember I am not responsible for your media consumption if this is not your jam then do not click the read more!
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"God your taking me so well, isn't our girl taking me so well Sam?" Bucky croons, thrusting his cock into your soaked pussy.
You choke out a moan, the two men going back and forth while one of them has their cock stuffed in you and the other is stroking your face so gently has you almost seeing stars instantly.
Your lay on your back in between Sam's legs, his long fingers cup your face as he praises you
"You are, taking him so well baby, so good for us" Sam agrees, swiping his finger across your lip before pushing it between your lips.
You swirl your tongue around his finger, drool dripping down your chin onto your bare chest, coupled with the sounds from bucky pushing into you makes Sam throw his head back, moaning.
"Your so fucking beautiful" Sam says, removing his fingers to trail down to your breasts, a line of saliva followed his finger from your mouth, Sam swipes his finger over your nipple, causing you to push off the bed slightly.
Bucky has slowed down slightly, thrusting in and out of you lazily as he watches Sam toy with your nipples.
Sam rolls it between his fingers, pinching at the same time, your walls clench around buckys cock as he does.
"Mm, your so responsive baby" Sam whispers, leaning forward to spit on your erect nipple.
"m fuck" you choke out, gripping the sheets.
"So good for us honey", Sam's deep voice soothes you as your mind begins to cloud with the amount of pleasure
"I think she's close, buck"
"Are you doll? Are you gonna cum for us?" Bucky asks, he angles his hips differently and brings his metal hand to toy with your swollen clit
"Fuck doll, your just divine" Bucky mumbles
You arch even further off the bed, whining, the coil inside you almost ready to snap
"sh baby it's okay, we got you" Sam says as he softly pulls at both your nipples
"Please" you moan, Buckys finger moves so slowly around your puffy clit, his other hand comes to press on your lower stomach, and bucky feels your walls clench his cock tighter
"Doll your pussys gripping me so good, you feel amazing wrapped around my cock"
"Ohmygod" you breathe, his actions and his words push you over the edge, waves and waves of pleasure roll over you, stars dot your vision as your eyes fall shut
"Eyes on me honey, your face is so pretty when you come, that's it, good girl, come for us baby, " Sam encourages, his hands gently caressing your face as bucky continues to fuck you through your orgasm.
"Good girl, good fucking girl" Bucky growls, spilling inside you.
Sam continues to stroke your face while you come round. Bucky is in the bathroom getting a warm cloth and a cold drink for you.
"You did so good for us baby, so fucking good" he presses a kiss to your forehead before wrapping you in his arms.
You feel the bed dip as bucky begins cleaning you up. His free hand gently rubs your leg, they both know how comforting you find little touches like that.
You smile as Sam holds you tighter, he leans in and nips at the skin between your shoulder and neck.
"You know how you mentioned you wanted to experience squirting?" Sam whispers, his warm breath making goosebumps rise over your skin
"Mm" you say
"why don't we give it a try, after some food and a movie?" He nips at your neck once more, waiting.
You remember how you shyly brought up you'd never done it, and the two men in front of you shared a look, something brewing behind their eyes.
You'd wrapped your arms around your knees, embarrassed and Sam had to coax you out with assurances it was nothing to be embarrassed about and how they would be honored to be the ones who made it happen for you.
"yes" you breathe out, your pussy beginning to throb again at the thought.
"Mm" he moans into your ear,
"I can't wait to have you drench my fingers and cock" he adds.
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐞
𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤!𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚!𝐒𝐚𝐦 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞!𝐎𝐦𝐞𝐠𝐚 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤!𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚!𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬
𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟓𝟎𝟗𝟓
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐅𝐢𝐜, 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐍𝐨𝐧/𝐂𝐨𝐧, 𝐃𝐮𝐛/𝐂𝐨𝐧, 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐨-𝐫𝐚𝐥 (𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠), 𝐚-𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲, 𝐝𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐯 𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 (𝐟)𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔!
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It was a game, or at least, that’s what it was supposed to be. You’d always thought that a world like yours, ruled by the Alphas, its upkeep responsible to the Betas, and the growth of its population falling to the Omegas, that entry to a game like The Chase being voluntary was just a little too easy a pill to swallow. 
You hated being right.
Your last memory was leaving work, keeping your head down and trying to rush home as quickly as possible to where your suppressants were. As an omega, you were pretty obsessive about making sure to take them every morning, but today you had forgotten somehow, and based on the ache that was beginning to build in your abdomen, you could figure out why. Your heat was coming. Your only thought had been to get home as quickly as possible, and-
A black van had pulled up on the corner, masked people - Betas by the smell of them - had lept out, grabbed you and, ignoring your screams and pleas, had jumbled you into the back of the van where no one had said anything, there was just a pinch on your upper arm where they shoved a needle into you and… nothing.
You woke up in a forest, not in the clothes you had passed out in, and surrounded by other omegas, all of them also female, and also in as skimpy clothing as you were in that left far too little to the imagination. It wasn’t that you hated skimpy clothing, it was that A) you didn’t choose this outfit, someone had put you into it when you were out cold, and B) this type of clothing was clearly for ease of access to your body. The skirt barely covered your ass, and your breasts were one heavy breath away from spilling out from the scrap of cloth covering them, and into the night. You take a look at the other female omegas, all of them wearing the same look as you, confusion, denial, and finally… fear.
If this was The Chase, then there was only one reason why you were all here.
Male Alphas had chosen you all, and they would track you, chase you, and when they had captured you… they would claim you.
A shiver that had nothing to do with the cold air went down your spine. Your cramps had slowed down - probably due to the fear coursing through you - but there were scents in the air…
Honey
Magnolia
Grass
Smoke
They were strange combinations, and they made your blood hot, you could feel the reaction in you, your skin felt too tight, your heart pounded, your breath started coming in gasps, and your knees almost ached with the need to go down on them and wait for your Alpha to claim you.
He was here… your Alpha. The strange scent combinations made your mouth water, and fingers tremble from the desire to be taken by him… you close your eyes, and grit your teeth.
No Alpha would just claim you. You wouldn’t let them.
You open your eyes and look around, taking stock of the other women there. Though you felt for all of them, and were certain they felt for you, this wasn’t a game you could join forces on. The rules for this game were a poorly kept secret - probably because the entry into it had nothing to do with choice you had to admit to yourself.
First rule: Omegas can’t join forces to fend off Alphas. It caused the Alphas to get aggressive to an uncontrollable degree. Omegas and Alphas had been killed before.
Second Rule: No Alpha was allowed a weapon, if they were caught with one, they risked incarceration (though items used to bind were acceptable, such as rope or handcuffs).
Third Rule: An Omega couldn’t hide. They would be found, and bound for their Alpha to claim them by the Betas that were monitoring them.
There were other rules, to do with male and female Alphas and Omegas not being mixed as - again - it caused too much aggression with the Alphas. Apparently one game had ended in a free for all where half of the Alphas had been murdered, and some Omegas had very literally been fucked to death.
You didn’t want that for you, so you ignored the Omegas, and looked out into the darkness, your eyes adjusted well enough that the surrounding woods you were in became clear. You could already see a path that you would take, that you hoped would lead you far enough away from the others that you could escape.
The final ‘unspoken’ rule? If you could avoid capture until sunrise, then you walked free, and a million dollars in prize money would make its way into your bank account.
No Omega had won that for over twenty years.
You - pointlessly - try to pull the wretched skirt down a little further over your thighs, when a voice startles you. It’s seemingly coming from the air, you can’t see speakers, but you go still, as does every other Omega.
“Good evening, ladies. Your Alphas are warming up, ready to claim you, and they will be chasing you in three minutes. Be safe, ladies… Oh, and you better start running… NOW!”
A bang sounds from the artfully hidden speakers, and all of you jump… and then start running. There’s a ticking clock in your head, louder than thunder and faster than a speeding train, those Alphas are coming, any second now, and they want you. Want you underneath them, your surrender to their superior strength, your body giving into their knot and their teeth to sink into your neck to bind you…
You run for what feels like forever, and eventually you stop, hands on your knees, trying to catch your breath, and wincing at the blisters that are forming on your feet inside the cheap, crappy, sneakers you were wearing. Slowly you realise you’re alone, and that the woods are silent around you… almost too silent. An owl hoots somewhere, the wind whispers through the trees…
Magnolia
Smoke
“Omegaaaa…”
You freeze at the voice, low and seductive…
“Don’t stop running now, pretty Omega… I haven’t even started warming you up…”
The scent of the Alpha weaves around you, strong enough to make you want to whimper, and weak enough that you think you can run… you think… you think…
“Boo!”
A pair of ice blue eyes flash at you from within a cluster of bushes ahead of you, and you bolt again, fear contracting your airways as you run from the Alpha that’s too quiet for you to track. You only know you’re still being followed by his scent. Magnolia and smoke. Odd, bitter, sweet, and intoxicating. Your core gets hotter the closer he gets, your cramps start at the base of your spine, your nipples pebble against the scrappy fabric that covers them-
The scent stops.
You almost fall in the dirt when you abruptly stop running. You’re not even out of breath, every bit of air seems to have been sucked from you. The woods are deadly quiet now, no whispering trees, no owls, no nothing-
The snap of a twig was almost enough warning.
He comes at you from behind, you don’t have enough time to turn around, there’s just suddenly two strong arms wrapping around you, pulling you firmly against a torso that has about as much softness and give to it as a brick wall. You thrash against the Alpha, trying to kick back against his shins, or connect the back of your head with his nose, but the taller man is smart, he just chuckles, and waits for you to lose the rush of strength that you had. Unfortunately your adrenaline doesn’t last long, it takes an embarrassingly short amount of time for you to go almost limp in his arms, and then you notice that he is damp at your back, and you sneer, trying not to cry, 
“You went through water, you jerk!”
“Of course I did, beautiful, I wanted to surprise you.” He nuzzles at your neck, trailing his nose over your scent gland, igniting fire in your blood and butterflies in your stomach, “God you smell good, Omega. Apples and honeycomb, did you know that?” He rocks against the curse of your ass, “I could smell you immediately, we both could, I’m gonna enjoy taking my time on you, beautiful Omega.”
You struggle again, weakly and pointlessly, but you have to. This Alpha can’t just take you, and if you can get away, you still have a chance of avoiding him, maybe winning…
The Alpha takes a minute to trail his tongue idly over the scent gland in your neck, humming and crooning in your ear. He’s whispering, his voice so quiet, telling you what he wants to do to you, you almost don’t realise that he’s only holding you with one arm. It’s metal, which explains why you barely feel any give in his strength, but it doesn’t explain where his other arm has disappeared to…
“Okay, put your hands behind your back, Omega, I’m just gonna make sure you don’t hurt yourself trying to get away, and then we’ll go to- damn it, Omega!”
The feel of soft rope brushing against your right wrist put a panic in you that you had never felt before, and this time you managed to hurt the Alpha just enough that he loosened his hold, you reached behind you to the exposed skin you could feel above the waistband of his pants, and dig your nails in hard. It wasn’t enough to do any real damage, but the sting was painful enough he let you go in shock.
Elation filled you, and you bolted again, the dark woods in front of you, if you could just get a headstart then-
The ground rose up to meet your face, and the air shot out of you as you were tackled to the ground by the big Alpha again, and this time you freeze for real when he wrenched your head to the side and his teeth closed over your neck. Not over your scent gland, but over your jugular.
It’s a warning, powerful Alpha to submissive Omega… obey and submit, or else.
A whimper escapes your lips, you can’t help it, your eyes close…
“Please, Alpha… d-don’t h-hurt me…”
The pressure goes, and air comes back into your lungs again. This time you don’t fight when the Alpha sits back, his warmth leaving the expanse of your back, and he puts some of his weight across the back of your legs, trapping you against the dirt. His hands go to your wrists, and he gently guides your hands so you’re grasping your elbows, and he carefully ties the rope around your forearms across the middle of your back. When he’s done, he hums, the warmth of his right hand covers the exposed skin in between your shoulder blades, 
“Is the rope too tight, Omega?”
You carefully wriggle your arms, sighing when there is no give in them, but shake your head. The ropes don’t hurt, but you have a feeling they will chafe if you struggle too much, so you try not to… but when his hands start to roam down your waist, the vow immediately becomes hard to keep.
“I need to move you, Omega, get you to the nest we’ve built… but I think after that little skirmish, I’m allowed to have a look at our Omega, hmm? Will you be good?”
His palms land on your ass, kneading gently over the fabric. The scrap that covers your pussy gets damper as his scent gets stronger around you…
“Alpha…”
The ache grows, almost painfully, the dirt underneath you is abrasive against your skin, and the air feels nice and cool when the Alpha slowly raises the skirt over your ass and onto the small of your back…
Caramel
Vanilla
Ozone
Sea Salt
The scents belong to Alphas, and not the one at your back - or the other one you smelled earlier, you realise. They are also odd scents, but they don’t call to you like the others did, and you stiffen, your cramps and desire melting away as if they had never been. The growl that comes from your Alpha clearly means he can scent the stranger too…
“Fucking assholes, get away from me and my Omega!”
Two tall Alphas appear from up ahead, both blonde, both blue eyed, and both of them with their hands out to the sides. The slightly shorter one of the two, smirks at your Alpha, 
“Sorry, Buck, didn’t mean to intrude, we were tracking our little Omega, and your one confused the scent, you need to get her out of here before the other Alphas start trying to fight you for her.”
“Without Wilson, you will be outmatched, Barnes.” The taller one smirks, his eyes roving over what he can see of you briefly, “But she is a pretty one, isn’t she?”
“Back off, Odinson.” Your Alphas hands are still on the cheeks of your ass, idly squeezing them like stress balls, and you realise he knows these two, “Steve, get your guy away, yeah?”
“Oh, don’t worry, Buck, we have our own little minx to find. You really do need to go though.”
The Alphas melt away back into the darkness, leaving you with your own handsy Alpha…
“Buck Barnes?”
His chuckle is warm, friendly even, and his fingertips dance over the scrap of underwear covering your pussy, making you flinch, “My name is Bucky, Omega. And you’ll have two Alphas by the end of tonight, just like that other Omega that Steve and Thor are hunting. Are you a virgin, Omega?”
Again you flinch when he touches your ass, and slightly lower at the damp patch covering your cunt, and shake your head, 
“N-no…”
“A pity, but it doesn’t matter. I need you to know, Omega…” Bucky stands, leaving you cold for a split second, and then carefully brings you to your feet, holding you against him. He’s huge, as all Alphas are, but he’s also wide, covered in muscle, but it’s his eyes you can’t stop staring at. Pure blue, like ice, but warm…
“You belong to us now, okay? We’ll take you and claim you, and your pretty holes are going to be thoroughy fucked by sunrise… Sam and I are going to love you, and take care of you, and fuck you silly for the rest of your life, doll.” The front of your skirt is raised, and you squeak when he carefully moves the front of your thong to the side, and stares down at what he can see of your cunt. He then looks at you, and puts the index and middle fingers of his right hand into his mouth, and swirls his tongue around them until they glisten, “I need to start getting you warmed up. What’s your name by the way?”
“Y/N.” You struggle slightly when he suddenly picks you up, and drops you over his shoulder.
“Nice name.” Bucky hums in approval… and then slides those wet fingers into you.
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You’re not sure how long Bucky walks with you on his shoulder, but you know by the time he reaches a clearing, and the scent of honey and grass gets stronger, you’re almost out of your mind with unmet lust. His fingers had brought you to the brink over and over, casually sliding in and out of you, just grazing your sweet spot repeatedly so that you almost begged him to finish you off. To throw you to the floor and fuck the ache out of you, to make the insidious heat that was crawling up your back and the cramping in your stomach go away.
You didn’t though. You bit your lip and held back your whimpers and pleas. You would not give Bucky - or this Sam - the satisfaction of begging. You had your plan, and you would see it through. An Alphas weakness was their assurance that they were the more powerful and stronger, and an Omega would bow to them when it came to mating.
They were slaves to their instincts, and you weren’t.
All through your journey on Bucky’s shoulder, you had heard them, the Alpha’s with their Omega’s. You could smell the sex and the bonding and the surrender. Bucky kept you far away, but you could still hear it, still scent it. A part of you almost wanted to know what it felt like… and then Bucky would touch you again and you struggled once more.
“Finally, damn, I thought you were never gonna get her, Buck.” 
Honey and grass…
That voice that sounded like a warm summer's night, and the fresh, sweet scent flooded over you, and you whimpered. This was your other Alpha. You couldn’t see him yet, but his voice was deep, it soothed over the ragged edges of you, that scent of his creeping past the more overpowering one of Bucky’s, mixing together in a way that shouldn’t work, but somehow did… you sigh when Bucky’s fingers are pulled from you again, the low moan leaving your lips against your will. He’s deliberately slow as drops you down from his shoulder, so you can feel every inch of muscle on your way down against your overheated flesh. You want to stand and glare when your feet touch the earth, let both of them know that it doesn’t matter what they do, how exposed and terrified you feel, or what they threaten you with, they will not break you just because of your biology.
Your knees give way though, ruining your moment, and you sway towards the floor, unable to stop yourself from landing harshly against your shoulder, and you brace yourself for the pain-
Strong and warm hands grab you, and pull you back up against a warm chest, and the scent of honey and grass gets stronger, 
“Easy there, sweetheart. Buck really got you going, didn’t he?” Sam reaches one hand around your front, clasping it gently around your throat, and tilting your head back so you can meet his deep brown eyes, “Hi.”
“H-hi…”
“Don’t worry, you’ll land on your knees in a while, but first we have to get your heat kicked off.” Sam trails his nose over your other gland in the left side of your neck - apparently your Alpha's had already known which sides would be the ones they bit - “Bucky just has to go and add his scent to the nest.”
Sam tilts your head again, and you see the large tent to your left. Your eyes prick with sudden tears that you hastily blink away. It looks beautiful, almost exactly like your own nest at home, exactly the kind of place you had wanted to take your future Alpha to… you blink again, and then start to struggle furiously, hissing and cursing them both.
It didn’t just look like your nest - it was your nest. They were all your blankets and cushions and bedding, you could smell your scent and the scent of your home much stronger now. So far Sam’s scent was the only one marring it, but Bucky’s would soon be in there too, and you couldn’t let them, they shouldn’t be there, they weren’t-
“Stop it, Omega.”
“Now.”
You froze instinctively. Their combined voices - hard and angry - overrode everything in you, and your bones turned to stone immediately. The tears didn’t stop though. They poured down as Bucky came back to crowd your front, his metal hand coming around to the back of your neck as Sam still held over your throat. They both pressed against you, pure muscle and fiery heat, their scents engulfing you, overwhelming you…
“You didn’t think we just found you tonight, did you, doll?” Bucky murmured against your right ear, his free hand covering one breast to squeeze lightly. Sam hummed against your left ear, 
“You’ve been ours for a while. We saw you in the city, knew we had to have you, sweetheart.” Sam dropped his free hand to cover your other breast, “Thankfully we know the guy who runs this game, he owed us a favour and got you in. No point in fighting this, you’re ours. Now, let Bucky continue, okay? I’ll get you set up. It’s my turn to look at my Omega.”
Bucky squeezed the back of your neck lightly - a warning, he was stronger and faster, he would kill you if you fought too hard - and then he kissed you. It shocked you that this big Alpha had the capacity to kiss as gently and softly as he did. Bucky hummed against your lips, 
“Be good, doll. I’ll be back soon, and then the fun can really begin.” Bucky grinned over your shoulder at Sam, “Have fun. Her cunt is the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
“I caught a peek, can’t wait to taste her.” You could hear the smile in Sam’s voice as Bucky’s warmth left your front, and Sam led you over to a tree next to the nest they were building. You could see another set of ropes hanging from it, and your feet dragged, 
“Please…”
“What’s up, Omega?”
“Y-you don’t have to do this, Sam-”
“It’s Alpha, and I know I don’t have to do this. I want to.” Sam spun you to face him, and your breath left you in a soft rush when you finally saw all of him. Like Bucky he was beautiful. Tall, hard muscle and a face that could coax angels down from heaven. Tears fell again. The angels that fell from heaven were the ones that caused the most pain. You hold his gaze, it’s softer and more gentle than Bucky’s, you think that maybe you have a chance of talking some sense into him, 
“B-but, wait, wait!” Sam moves around to your back again, and you can feel him start to tie the hanging ropes to your already bound wrists, “What if you let me go?”
“Now why would I do that?” Sam chuckles at your back, “How about this. You convince me to let you go before I finish undressing you, and then we have a deal. I’ll take care of Bucky, and you can go, how about that?”
His fingers have paused on the ropes, and you rush to get out your plan. A part of you knows it’s a stupid and futile hope, but you can’t help the rush of hope that goes through you, 
“Well, if I get away, and I’m not claimed before sunrise, I win, don’t I?” You turn your head to track Sam, he’s finished binding you to the tree, and he’s tugging at the straps of the top that covers your breasts, “If you let me go then-”
“God, your tits are fucking perfect, Omega.” Sam apparently doesn’t hear you, his fingers are warm against your fear chilled skin, and you fight not to whine as he gently plucks at your nipples, “They’re gonna look even better with my cock in between them later.” He grins at you, “Not convinced to let you go yet.” He sinks to his knees, “Keep going though.”
“W-well, if you let me go, then I can win that money, and then- oh!” You close your eyes as Sam pulls your skirt, and then your underwear down your legs, “YouandBuckycansharethemoneywithme!” You have to rush the words out of your mouth before Sam can make you forget them. You can feel his breath at your cunt, his eyes staring at you like a caress, and then you feel his fingers gently pull apart your lower lips… and then a wet digit slowly circles your exposed clit…
“Sorry, Omega… ain’t no money in the world that’s going to stop me from claiming you tonight. Not after I’ve seen what’s waiting for me between your legs.” Sam’s pretty brown eyes look up to meet yours, you think that there’s almost some regret there… but then he flicks his tongue out and your breath catches in your throat at the pleasure that shoots through you. Your head falls back on your shoulders, and the ice blue eyes of Bucky fill your gaze, 
“Looking good, Y/N, now it’s my turn to taste you.” Bucky leans over you, his lips brushing yours, “I know that you didn’t want it this way, you wanted some nice Alpha who would court you, and send you flowers or something sweet like that, but Sam and I don’t work like that, doll, okay? We’ll give you all the flowers you want. We’ll treat you like a queen every day and every night, I promise, but we got to make sure you’re ours first.”
Bucky moves behind you, and you blink away the last of your tears. It’s too late. They’re not going to stop for anything.
“I would’ve been yours if you had just asked.”
“What can I say? I like the chase.” With that, Bucky presses a kiss to your scent gland, and sinks to his knees behind you. You cry out helplessly when you feel his tongue at your back passage, and Sam’s tongue at your cunt. They lap at you like they’re starving, each of them holding you open for the other, using their fingers and mouths to bring you higher and higher… and all of a sudden, you feel it.
Your heat is triggered, and pain and desire rip through you like a tidal wave.
“It’s okay, Omega, we got you.” Sam jumps up, wiping his mouth quickly, “We’re gonna take this slow, so you have to be calm, okay?”
You can barely hear him over the rush of want that’s screaming in your head. No other heat in your life has felt like this, and you know it’s because your Alpha’s are the ones that have triggered it this time. Your body knows that what you need is right there, and it’s like a starving animal, angry and clawing and scared it will all be taken away, leaving you in pain and close to death…
“Alpha…”
“We’re here, Y/N.” Bucky is at your back, his fingers at the ropes on your arms, “Are you going to be a good Omega for us?”
“Yes!” You’re struggling, but it’s not to get away this time, pure primal instinct is making you want to get close, as close as possible, to make them give you what you need, “Please, please help me…”
“Bend forwards.” You follow the command easily, bending at the waist, gripping onto Sam’s hips as he steps away slightly, and open your mouth when he shoves his cock in your face, 
“Good Omega. Suck me down, good girl…”
You do as you’re told desperately, it doesn’t ease the ache inside you, but giving pleasure to your Alpha makes the burn change into something more tolerable. You can feel your desire leaking down your legs, and groan when you feel Bucky brush his cockhead through your folds almost idly,
“She’s so fucking pretty like this, Sam, I gotta get inside her.” His metal fingers toy slowly with your clit, bringing the fire up to painful levels again, “You want me, Omega? I can make the hurt go away.”
“Please!” Tears run down your face as Sam lets you answer Bucky before shoving his cock back down your throat again. They both fuck you harshly but you relish it, the feel of them stretching you out, possessing you, it stoking the fire to higher and higher places, it’s almost unbearable-
Sam pulls out on a groan, and Bucky drags you down to your knees so that Sam can come across your tits. Bucky is still buried inside you, and once Sam is finished, Bucky starts slowing his thrusts, pulling you flush against his chest, metal fingers of his left hand at your clit, and his right hand at your throat, tilting your head to the side, so he can kiss you gently,
“Give Sam a second, doll, then we’re both gonna fuck you, and mark you, okay?” Bucky pulls out, and then spins you around to face him, laying back against the earth and making you straddle him, “There’s my pretty Omega, come here, sit on me whilst Sam gets you ready…”
You do as you’re told again, letting them move you around and not fighting as Sam settles at your back, you only flinch a little as he rubs what feels like lube at your cunt. Sudden panic fills you, over taking your heat fuelled daze just enough to make you wriggle and keen when you realise that Sam is planning on pushing into your cunt as well, 
“Please-!”
“We both gotta get in you, Omega, for this first time, now stay still!” Sam yells the order and once again your biology betrays you, making you stop fighting him, and letting Bucky pull you down to kiss him as Sam slowly pushes his way inside.
The feeling is indescribable. Both of your Alpha’s are big men, long and thick, and they fill you so completely that you feel it in your stomach. You’re helpless as they fuck you together, Bucky goes in, Sam pulls out, in, out, in out, perfect synchronicity, until you’re drunk on it. The fire inside you is roaring, but it’s a good feeling now, a good blaze that burns all your previous worries and fears away, and when you come - as suddenly and as powerfully as a summer storm - you cry out their names, weeping your pleasure as the waves of ecstasy bend you backwards into Sam’s arms, pushing your chest against Bucky’s…
Your Alpha’s come inside of you, bringing another wave of bliss over you, and that’s when you feel their lips at your neck, on each side, Bucky on the right, Sam at your left, and when they bite you, you don’t cry, you don’t fight.
You just sink into the feeling of being connected to the two Alpha’s who chose you, who love you. They take you to the nest to rest, cleaning you gently with cloths and warm water, and taking you again, over and over throughout the night, before falling to sleep in their arms.
By the time you wake up, you’d almost forgotten what it was to be afraid of mating, of bonding. Of course you loved your Alpha’s, and of course you would go back to live with them. 
You’re bound to them now, forever.
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spiderispunk · 1 year
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Sam likes to make Bucky watch. Particularly when he's got you underneath him, he's controlling the way your body moves, but he's also got control of the super solider, keeping him from touching himself. He's in full command of the room; the captain, if you will 😉
Need you to know that I stared at this ask, frozen, for like a minute straight.
"Don't," Sam says, a stern edge on his voice.
Bucky freezes, a sheepish grin on his face. He'd been palming his crotch, following the steady rhythm of Sam's hips as he rocked into you. A steady rhythm that had stopped, as soon as Sam saw Bucky breaking the rules.
"I said no," Sam mumbles. "Didn't I, sweetheart?" He looks down at you, a small smirk on your face.
You nod, a whine trapped in the back of your throat. You wanted-- needed-- Sam to keep going. He'd felt unreal inside of you. Hitting all the right spots just the way you liked it. You'd been so close to coming when he stopped.
"Sammy," you groaned, rocking your hips up against his. "Please."
Sam curled his hand around your hip, and pushes you back down into the mattress. "Nah, baby. You know the rule. Why don't you remind Bucky here, since he seems to have forgotten."
You bite your bottom lip, and look at the Super Soldier sitting in the chair on the other side of the room. "Bucky has to watch."
"And?" Sam raises an eyebrow.
"If I touch myself, you stop," Bucky finishes. He gives you a sympathetic look. "Sorry, darling. Couldn't help myself."
Sam hums, rocking his hips into you slowly. "That's unfortunate," he says, eyes firmly on Bucky. "Hopefully Bucky learns some self-control soon."
"Not fair," you whine, though you're grateful for the movement.
"Yeah," Bucky mumbles. "Gotta agree."
"Well, that's why it's called a punishment." Sam winks.
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warenai · 1 year
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Sam: Are you sure this is a good idea?
Bucky: Why not? The world's still gonna be screwed tommorow right?
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crazyunsexycool · 2 years
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The Sun, the Moon and the Stars
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photos not mine, banner created by me.
Pairing: Sam x Reader, Bucky x Fem Reader, Steve x Fem Reader, Steve x Bucky, Stucky x Fem Reader, Stucky, SamBucky, SamSteve, SamBucky x Reader, SamSteve x Reader.
Warnings: A/B/O dynamics, a bit of insecure reader, Canon level violence, future smut, brief mentions of torture towards Reader, I have no idea what I’m doing but I’m trying my best.
More warnings to be added to individual chapters as the story goes on.
Minors DNI
Please don’t copy, rewrite, translate or repost my works. No permission is given to use my works in any capacity even with credit.
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13
Extras: courting self defense Omega likes her Alpha’s tiddies
Summary: Alphas, Betas and Omegas. Heats and ruts. The courting, mating and bonding. The true mates and scents. The excitement of knowing your designation. These were all things that existed in your world, you just weren't a part any of it. Instead of presenting at the age of 10 like everyone else you had gotten sick. An illness that could have been prevented if you had been taken care of the way you should have. Instead it derailed what should have been the start of the rest of your life. You were seen by most as broken and undesirable. You were one of the very few people that were classified as undesignated.
The Avengers were the most talked about pack. It consisted of mostly Alphas, Betas and 2 well known Omegas. They consistently went out and saved others from the horrors hidden in the shadows so it made sense that they were a family. What wasn't really known was that within the famous pack was a smaller one. It was uncommon that two Alphas to be mated and bonded with each other but it was rarer still for 3 to do so. They would be the three that would change your life forever.
There was Sam. He was enticing, caring and charismatic. Like standing outside on a sunny day after a storm. There is a fire within him to help others and bring light back to their life. Being around him meant being wrapped in warmth, that warmth you felt long after having been outside all day and the heat from the sun clings to your skin.
There was Bucky. He as as mysterious as the dark side of the moon. He was reserved and he had his reasons. If you stayed around for some time and let the clouds of doubt, guilt and regret clear his personality shined through same as Sam's. He was a hopeless romantic at heart. He was the feelings you had while going on a stroll with your loved one at midnight with nothing but the moonlight to guide the way.
Finally there was Steve. After waking up from the ice to a new world, it was difficult to think of the future beyond the next mission. When he met Sam he hoped for a new future and after getting Bucky back, he had stars in his eyes again. He is willing to fight harder and go further to keep those he loves happy and safe. Asking Steve for anything was better than wishing on a star because you knew he would stop at nothing to do what was asked of him.
Together the three of them were extremely protective of each other and the three of them although happy with the life they had created knew they were missing something. That something was you and you were their home. The same way the sun, the moon and the stars have a home in the sky.
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ussgallifrey · 2 years
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☆ Gender Neutral Reader ||  ✻ Non-Binary Reader ||  ◇ Original Character
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And They Were Quarantined [in-progress] • When two ex-Hydra agents are forced into a medical quarantine in an abandoned Hydra facility, only good things can come of it.
The Kingfisher ◇ [hiatus] • An unsuspecting file hidden within the archives of the SSR office in New York, leads to memories of Bucky’s past to come unraveling at the seams.
To Build a Home [complete] • The glimpses into a life Bucky never thought was possible for himself. A world where he would find someone who he could love and be loved in return - a person he could start a family with.
What's Left Behind ☆ [complete] • The world turned upside down the minute you let your guard down and, despite it all, you just had to keep going because... what else could you do at a time like this?
ONE SHOTS • Change of Plans • Crumbs • Jealous • Lost in the Woods ☆ • Shield ☆ • Show Yourself • Truth Hurts • Up on The Housetop • Warmth • Winter Wonderland
SMUT ONE SHOTS (18+ only) • Creature of the Night • Leather & Lace ☆ • Love Bomb Baby • Peaches and Cream • Quiet • Scream For Me ✻ • Wrapped Around My Finger
DRABBLES • Don't Touch Her • I Can't Feel My Legs ☆ • Shhh, Don't Cry • Syrup Sweet
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Beneath The Ivy Wall ✻ [hiatus] • It's a Tuesday morning in early June when apartment 405 locks their door for the last time. The new occupant that fills that space has an affinity for soul music and plants and, apparently, changing your life's path for the better.
Mountain of the Sun ✻ [in-progress] • Sam has the shield at long last, Bucky is seeing a new therapist, and you... you have a van and a desire to just get away from it all.
ONE SHOTS • Home Sweet Home ☆ • With The Flow ☆
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The Kids Aren't Alright [in-progress] • Nobody wants to hear you sing about tragedy but, between the three of you, there's enough lyrics to write an anthem. You're doomed from the very start.
SMUT ONE SHOTS (18+ only) • Better With Three
DRABBLES • Overwhelmed (18+) • Quit It! You're Hogging The Blankets!
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GABE JONES • Surprise
SHANG-CHI • Tantalize (18+) ☆
WADE WILSON • Respect The Craving (18+) ☆
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ONE SHOTS • As It Seems
SMUT ONE SHOTS (18+ only) • Call Me Sir • Dribble ☆
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(She Moves With) Shameless Wonder [in-progress] • Your badge clearly said SHIELD consultant, so you weren't entirely sure where Fury was getting this whole make you an Avenger idea from. But you had a feeling it might have something to do with the recent discovery of an artifact at the bottom of the Arctic Sea.
ONE SHOTS • America's Suitehearts • Truth Hurts • Truth Hurts, 2.0
SMUT ONE SHOTS (18+ only) • Oh, Baby Baby • Reflection of Us • Say It
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ONE SHOTS • Thunder
SMUT ONE SHOTS (18+ only) • Divine ✻ • Good Mornings ✻ • Take What Is Yours ✻
DRABBLES • You May Be Attractive, But I'm Not Sleeping With You
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that-headcanon-girl · 2 years
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dating bucky barnes and sam wilson would include....
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A/N: this is probably the longest headcanon I ever wrote lmao. anyways, enjoy!
first off, let me say, being in a relationship with them is always a rollercoaster.
whether it's going on a mission and not knowing if everyone of y'all is going to survive or shopping groceries with them and fighting over what you should eat for dinner
you love watching soap operas with them every night
and discussing the last episode you watched  next morning at the breakfast table
"Why did Geraldine hook up with Paul though?"
"No, the real question is WHY would Paul do that to Emma?!"
you're invested
calling them "the boys" whenever you're talking about them to other people
"Yeah, the boys and I watched soap operas all night..."
"The boys forgot to buy potatoes again..."
them telling you to stop calling them that
when you ask why, they say they're your boyfriends and they want to be perceived as such and not just as some random boys in your life
So you start calling them "the boyfriends" and they love it
they're very protective of you
whenever you go on missions they always worry so much
they don't want you to get hurt
they would rather have you working a safer job, like idk teacher or something
but you argue with them that teachers are not that safe either bc of school shootings
and you're needed at your current job
when you do get hurt really badly one day they get very mad
all hell breaks loose
whoever did that is certainly gonna pay for it
After missions you usually go and get hotdogs
It's like a tradition almost
most of the time, you talk about how your little adventure went and discuss your every move, giving tips on how to do better next time
it really helps
but when y'all are not in the mood, you just sit there, eating quietly
It's really peaceful
when bucky has nightmares again and can't sleep you go for late night drives
one of you gets the fast food
the other one gets the music
and you drive around the city
you and bucky in the back seats, wrapped in blankets, looking out the mirror
and Sam in the driver's seat
after 30 minutes, bucky's usually asleep again
you and sam love to cook together
Sam learned it from his sister and you learned it from your momma
let's just say together you're a force to be reckoned with
You make the most delicious Christmas dinner and the most delicious creme brûlée and the most delicious pancakes
Bucky is so lucky to have you because that boy can't cook at all
he's always bragging to the other Avengers about the delicious food you make and how good you can cook
whenever you meet new people, you're usually inviting them over to your apartment and you and Sam cook
Bucky loves you and Sam very much
One time he overheard one of the avengers making a not so nice joke about the two of you and he was like
"Excuse me?! That's the loves of my life and my emotional support persons you're talking about"
He kicked their asses
Bucky is probably the most protective one
he's always scared he'll lose you and Sam
gets jealous pretty easily
he can be clingy, but that mostly happens at home
he's afraid to show his soft side outside of your apartment
he loves holding you
Mostly little spoon with Sam and big spoon with you
They love saying "that's my girl" or "atta girl" to you
especially when you're in the middle of a fight and you just killed that ugly alien or you saved Bucky from being kidnapped or you knocked that really tall and strong guy out
you pretend to find it annoying but you secretly love it
but since you're not an unattractive woman, "that's my girl" can quickly turn into "hey, that's my girl"
Of course Bucky and Sam hate that every damn guy in the world is drooling over you but I mean, what can ya do you're just that hot
sometimes they're like "wow you look stunning in that dress but let's just stay home because we want you only for ourselves"
But you ain't having it so you always end up going to that party
So, fights
fights can be really intense
especially with bucky
I mean, that dude is/was a frickin supersoldier
lots of shouting
It can get pretty ugly
and Bucky never hesitates to do his death stare
lots and lots of them trying to prove their masculinity to each other
bucky is a little drama queen so he's gonna be pouting for hours after a fight
It annoys Sam
Bucky shouting at you and Sam
and feeling like crap after doing so
He never means to lose his temper, he just can't help it
One time he threw a vase and one of the pieces gave you a big cut on your cheek
he hid in his room for several days because he wasn't able to face you
He felt so bad, he couldn't believe how he could ever hurt you, his princess, his angel
Everytime he sees the scar you still have on your cheek he wants to beat himself up
You try to reassure him of course, that you know he never meant to hurt you and that you know he loves you
and god forbid you cry during a fight
then it's done, it's over
they cannot stand to see you cry
especially because you don't cry a lot, so they know it's really bad when you do
same for bucky and Sam ofc
After a fight, y'all buy flowers for each other and it's all good
Y'all can never stay mad for too long
Y'all love each other too much
Okay, but teasing
So much teasing
It's not even sexual
just straight up making fun of each other
you love insulting each other, kind of roasting the other person
But no one
Literally no one, except you three,
is allowed to make fun of you
One time Tony made a bad joke about Sam (like not funny, if it's funny it's alright) and bucky and you went ballistic on him
Sam had to hold both of you back
They know now it's not good to mess with y'all
I swear to God, you have so many insiders
You can't count them on both hands
sometimes you're just sitting with the other Avengers and one of you'll say "do you remember that one time...?" and literally not say anything else and crack up laughing
the other Avengers are literally so annoyed with you three
especially Tony
like you're so annoying
1. because you're such a perfect couple
2. you constantly bicker
3. you're very sarcastic
probably the most sarcastic couple to exist on earth
sleeping together in one big bed
bucky : next to the door so he can kill everything that tries to walk in
you: in the middle
sam: next to the window because he gets hot pretty quickly
You don't use pet names like "sweetheart" or "darling" or "babe"
you think it's weird and it feels unnatural
either you call yourselves by your real names or "insult-names"
like "weirdo", "dipshit", "asshole", "stupid", "fool", "bonehead", "creep"
you don't use them as insults though, well, mostly
you call each other these names like everyday, you use them like pet names, always a smile on your faces when saying them
in conclusion, cutest throuple in the world
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its-me-your-bicon · 2 years
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Three is Company - MCU
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Pairing: Sam Wilson x Reader x Bucky Barnes.
Summary: There’s trouble in paradise, so how will the situation shift when you receive some unexpected news about yourself?
Word count: 3456.
Warnings: Avenger!Reader; Pregnancy talk; References to abortion; Mentions of injuries.
No pronouns used for reader, but AFAB implications.
Author’s notes: Oh hey, it’s my first poly fic and my comeback to writing.
I want to acknowledge that I’m aware of how things are regarding abortion laws in the states, and that this fic was created way before that. I just never got around to finish it. So in case it wasn’t clear enough, I’m 100% pro-choice. Fuck policing people’s bodies ❌❌❌
“I told you to wait.”
You hear Sam’s angry voice for what must have been the fifth time today. And as much as you know it comes from a place of concern, enough is enough.
“And I told you I could handle it. How many times should we go over this?” the exasperated side glance you give him says it all.
“It’s not on you to make that judgment. I’m—”
“The one in charge. I know!” You stop walking. Sam follows suit, both of you letting out a frustrated sound at the heat. “And you sure have a funny way to show it.”
That does it for him. Not in the way you expect a guy to lose his temper and say something harsh, but more in how his chest tightens at the meaning behind that. First, he has to see you take onto more troops than you can handle on the duo mission, trying to deploy, to distract them, so he could succeed and come unscratched. But by doing so, you disobeyed him, got hurt, and tired yourself out to the point he found you vomiting the moment he was able to rush to your side to take it from there.
And now you imply that this goes beyond the field.
The mission was barely a success. Your actions were key to that, but not in a way Sam considers sustainable. He doesn’t see your life as less or more disposable than his. To him, you’re his equal. But if he has to use his new title as Captain America to avoid casualties like this, or for him to take the bigger burden... He will.
“Oh. So you think it’s easy being the one to call the shots? Because it’s not, and you’re wrong. Almost as much to think you can go around dropping hints and thinking it isn’t going to affect us out there.” he says dead serious. “For God’s sake, Just say what you are thinking. If you refuse to retire to the infirmary, then that’s the last thing we can do to sort this out.”
You grunt in frustration, not liking how he turns this on you and keeps giving you orders.
“You wanna know what I think? Sure. Let’s start simple. You are a hypocrite if you think you’re the only one who can make sacrifices, and I’m sorry, but I’m not willing to accept your worries until you realize that I have my own too!” You say in a bit of a rush. “If we can’t put our emotions aside, maybe we shouldn’t work together at all!”
“So that’s it? That’s your big plan?” he retorts, incredulous. “Putting people at risk in hopes that we never cross each other in the field? It won’t do. If we have a problem, we work through it. ’Cause once we’re out there, it isn’t about us—”
“BUT IT IS ABOUT US, SAM! IT’S ABOUT ME.” You weren’t expecting to retort into yelling, but the situation got the best of you. “You think it’s no big deal seeing you risk your life for people who would have you replaced the moment you die? That I should be near by every time you’re sent off to the end of the world and pretend that’s a normal relationship? I GET IT! We are FAR from ordinary, but I’m tired of not talking about it.” Seeing Sam’s conflicted expression as he shakes his head brings you back to yourself. And as much as you want to feel regret, the main thing you focus on right now is how tired you are, finding the closest wall and letting yourself fall as the adrenaline wears off. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t—”
“Don’t.” He kneels down to do a quick check-on on you. “It’s fine. You’re hurt.” He whispers. “I can’t tell you what to do, but please. There’s a medical team in the building. I may not be your favorite person right now... But let me help.” You don’t answer with words, accommodating him to hold onto his shoulders instead and walk side by side.
“What you said back there, I—”
“I said it was fine. We don’t have to talk about it now.” He finishes instead.
You try to laugh it up.
“I was just going to say... That I don’t play favorites. So don’t stress about it too much while you do the paperwork.”
Against his better judgment telling him to remain serious, he snorts. Not expecting you capable of jokes now.
“And here I was thinking you chose this gig because you liked me best... I’m heartbroken.” He pouts jokingly.
The giggle that you share afterwards is nice, but it’s not enough to dissipate the tension that ensued moments before. And as much as that’s usually Sam’s job, you wished a certain third part was there to set things right, even when he had to submit himself to hear two versions of the same fight.
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The room they put you in wasn’t half bad, but it felt cold once you were left alone with strangers. Sam having decided to give you some space.
The patching didn’t take very long, but your symptoms, combined with the difficulty to get here on your own despite not having big visible injuries, earned you a few extra tests. Having to wait for quite some time before getting a full diagnosis, you rub your face in an exasperated manner.
Your worry would’ve increased after the third hour if not for the knock on your doorframe.
“Heard sparks were going high today.” Says Bucky in a static pose while you roll your eyes at his lame attempt to cheer you up. Sam must have called him. Still, you accept his affections as he comes closer to place a kiss on your head, rubbing your back slightly. “How are you feeling, doll?”
“Who wants to know?” You smile in his direction and rest your head on his body. “The doctors haven’t told me everything, but I’m here in one piece. So that should count for something...”
“Oh, I’m sure. But how are you feeling?” He catches your eye, making sure you know what he’s really asking you about.
You sigh.
“So you heard... Why am I not surprised?” He shrugs, smiling again as he holds your hand. “I’m... Alright, I suppose. Feeling bad about Sam and how I treated him, most of all.” you avoid his gaze, not sure of how much he knows.
He muffles a sound of amusement.
“I don’t think Sam even has the time to feel bad about himself. I wouldn’t worry.” You look at him, confused.
“But I still do. I shouldn’t have treated him like that. He was right. I should’ve told him what I thought. Told you both, really.” You expressed, closing your eyes.
“And what would that be?” says Bucky, trying to weigh in for both of you. Worried that this was bigger than the three of you, somehow...
You let the silence lingers for a bit before voicing an answer.
“I haven’t been feeling so well lately, and I think it shows on my performance... Today was proof of it, I’m sure.”
“Weren’t you ambushed, though?”
“That wouldn’t have stopped me before! I know what I’m talking about, Buck.” You raise your voice a little, immediately remembering earlier and trying to calm yourself by resting your head back on the bed. Not wanting a repeat from before.
“Hey... I believe you. Just trying to understand, that’s all.” He sits in bed with you, trying to comfort you. “What do you want to do about it? How did it affect your fight?”
His interest sparks something warm in yourself, and you can’t help the caring eyes that meet his when you look at him. Bucky gives you the time you need to enjoy the intimacy, and starts caressing your hand and wrist with his own flesh. The simple action has you ignoring everything but his touch. And although you are certain you could fall asleep to it despite all else, you know he’s waiting on you to tell him the facts at some point. And It's better to do it while you feel the moment is right, so you start.
“I told Sam we shouldn’t work together anymore... Mostly because my reason for taking missions lately is the two of you, and I don’t want you risking your lives alone with how things are... Despite the pain, despite everything.” Barnes wants to ask further on that last part but senses there is still more to the story.
He is correct, so you continue. “But... in my head, if Sam isn’t willing to accept my sacrifice, then it defies the purpose, y’know? But how could he? I... wasn’t telling him— Telling you about any of this.” you take a deep breath, realizing something as you speak. “Maybe it’s time for me to step out completely.”
Bucky goes stiff, and you feel it immediately.
“That’s a big decision, don’t you think? We’re talking retirement?”
“Maybe... Ugh, I don’t know! But what else can I do?”
“I...” he shakes his head, sealing his lips before voicing anything else. “Can’t make that decision for you, and I’m sure Sam would feel the same.”
You look defeatedly at your lap, expecting that kind of answer.
“We can, however, just wait for a while.” he invites your head to rest back on his shoulder. “You’ll figure it out. Go back to the root of the problem and think… We probably won’t find the answer in this room, anyways. So let’s just make sure you’re alright, okay?” You still seem sad at his words, but the nod you give him before pecking his lips has Bucky feeling a little more at ease. The way your foreheads stay connected afterward is a close second when it comes to things that can effectively calm him down in a matter of seconds.
However, the moment is cut short by motion in the background.
One of the doctors comes in, not really acknowledging the partner currently by your side. Bucky takes this as his sign to leave after sensing he’s not needed for what it’s to come. You catch onto his thoughts without words, and look at his apologetic stare.
“You’ll be alright by yourself?”
“Yes, just go.” He nods, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek as he promises to meet you outside.
Dr. Anat offers you a smile.
“Not interrupting anything, am I?” She asks, thinking is a little too late to ask, but you shake your head nonetheless. “Good, because I’m cutting straight to the point and would prefer to deal with one soldier at a time.”
You furrow your eyebrows, opening your mouth to question her, but she beats you to it again.
“You are pregnant.”
You freeze. Hoping nothing more than to zone out and for time to stand still as you once imagined could happen to most people in this exact situation (as if you were in a movie...). But obviously, that doesn’t happen. You are painfully aware of where and who you are with right now.
More importantly, you are mindful that the two men you treasure with your life might have to get this news from you (should you decide to involve them). Judging from the fact that the woman in front of you is having a hard time looking you in the face. Fixing her glasses as she stares at the corner of your bed instead.
“For how long?” you trembled.
“10 weeks is our guess for now.”
“How is that possible?! I haven’t been missing periods for that long!” You start getting exasperated as the reality of the situation hits, no matter how surreal it might have been moments ago. Everything since the blip has felt like a blur in your head. Yet, you still feel the need to defend your case, as if that could change anything.
“Have you noticed anything different about your discharge? Such as quantity or color? Implantation bleeding gets confused with period blood quite often. It might explain why—” You don’t hear the rest or really pay attention to the information she’s providing you from her tablet. You pretend to, though, trying to be polite. The poor woman it’s trying her best to address the situation, knowing damn well what this could mean for you and the world depending on how you proceed with this pregnancy. All the while trying a little too hard not to mention anything involving the father. Fully aware of your situation (as most people from the inside were).
On the last point, you can meet halfway with her… The only thing on your head being the burden of delivering the news, and wishing you could ignore it as you weighed your options and decided not to keep this between you and the cautious Professional.
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Bucky is shocked, to say the least.
Knowing he was across the hall was all you needed to target him first. Others could have handled it differently and tell both at the same time, but you couldn’t lie to his face the moment you set foot out of that room.
Whether he was open to admit it or not, his initial lack of response was very much on character. But his urgency to insist you should sit down as you explained everything... That he takes after Sam, and you can’t help but grin at the comparison.
“What—? I’m serious! You’ve been through hell these past weeks. I can’t even fathom how a literal child is growing inside of you right now.” His eyes widened, unable to look at anything but your waist every now and then. You roll your eyes at him.
“First off, I know you’re old, but we don’t consider embryos as literal children in this century.” He blushes at your words, remembering how often you lecture him on terminology these days. “Second of all, you said it yourself! After everything I’ve been through, how would it be possible for me to tamper with this pregnancy by just standing around?” You ask, genuinely incredulous as him until an idea crosses your mind. Bucky reads your expression immediately.
“What is it?”
“I’m not sure, but something just occurred to me and— Oh god, you have every right to discard the idea but... Would it be possible for cells to take after the serum? You know its properties better than me, and it might explain how... Y’know...”
You lower your head at the implications. Bucky’s eyes widening again at your words, not really having an answer for you.
“I don’t know.” He simply states. “I wouldn’t put it past us completely, but you might just have a stronger than average body in general. We know that… Better to spare those details to Sam, though.” he laughs nervously, trying to wave the tension.
“Spare me from what?” Both of your heads turn in a rush to the source of a voice you know quite well, hoping to guess how much he heard. Judging by his approaching steps and bewildered expression, not much.
Bucky clears his throat, giving you a look that can only express something such as ‘he’s all yours.’
Oh, to hell with that.
You punch his arm quite hard, letting him know how displeased you are at what he just did.
Sam is growing worried by the minute and decides to approach you first as he originally planned on the way here. Checking on you was his priority right now.
“Everything okay, beautiful?” he softly queries while holding and caressing both of your shoulders with his thumbs. You melt at the beautiful brown orbs staring at your whole being at this very moment, somehow making it easier to confide in him.
You take a deep breath and decide to go for it...
“Yes, I’ll live.” You reassure him, bringing a hand on top of his as you continue. “But there’s something you should know...”
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Bucky was actually more helpful than expected, being a supporting source for most of the initial shock that overtook your boyfriend at the moment. Sam tried not to show it and give you his full attention, but you could see something small in his eyes hinting that now he was the one in dire need of sitting down.
From one moment to another, though, you find him hugging you with a raw emotion you can’t quite place… You’re a bit confused, but hug him back and feel some tears threatening to go down. Without knowing why… Something tells you this is to keep him grounded while still showing his involvement and support.
And you’d be correct.
It’s not that the former Falcon is scared of how this could go (for now, at least), but rather, he’s putting context to some of your hardships these last couple of months. He feels even more guilty for everything, but he’d be lying to say he is not impressed and admires you more than anyone else in this world.
Bucky and him share a knowing look mid-hug, having to ask something they’re not quite sure how to approach (the former rather than the latter).
“So what are your thoughts on this, sugar...?” He asks, not a trace of judgment on his eyes as he separates from you, still holding your arms. “I know it’s rather sudden, but just know we’ll follow you on whatever you want to do.”
“That’s right. The choice is yours. We’ll be here either way” Bucky backs up, making you somewhat more emotional, knowing his background.
Their support really means everything to you.
Looking at both of your boys appreciatively, you let the silence take over before answering truthfully.
“I’m not sure.” you smile apologetically at them. “I told James I was looking into retirement just a few moments ago but for totally different reasons... This really puts things into perspective.” You pause, thinking about your next words carefully. “Even so, there’s one more thing I need to talk about before anything else.” Taking a step back from Sam, you brush his arms as you go until only your hands are holding his. “Sam, I’m so sorry. I don’t want to ignore our fight because something else came up, even if you might feel more inclined to forgive me. You were right. Wherever we are, I shall tell you how I feel and expect the same for you… I want to focus on that, no matter what.”
He returns your smile with his own, furrowing his brows and wanting nothing more than to kiss you and tell you not to worry about it. But he’s listening, and he knows you wouldn’t want that. So instead, he says: “I’m glad we are talking about it, about anything really. Sorry if I’ve been dismissive lately. It’s not an easy position you’ve been in— Even before this. And I should have been more considered.” He turns to Bucky, still holding your hands. “I’m here for you guys, and I should know better than to carry the world on my shoulders by now. Please, keep holding me accountable.” He begs in good nature, and although that last part was directed at you, Bucky still meddles in to annoy him.
“Damn right I will. Being the devil’s advocate for you two is getting older than me. Grow up already.” Three different laughs fill the hallway as one of the soldier’s fingers points at you and Sam. It’s hard to take him seriously when he’s lecturing anyone, and you all know it.
“He’s not wrong, though… Should we cut him a break?” you say in complicity as Sam stares at you lovingly, humming in agreement as he goes for a kiss. You accept eagerly. Cutting it short as you look for Bucky again, inviting him to come closer with an extended arm and hugging both of them as he comes closer.
They reciprocate the action, and you start feeling hopeful for the future for the first time in a while. Having them by your side, knowing they’ll be there for each other and vice versa.
“You know I love you guys, right?”
“We’d be pretty suspicious if you changed your mind, given the circumstances.” The captain at your side replies with a smirk and a raised brow. “I love you too, sweetness.”
“Ditto.” says Bucky, ever the speech man.
The tears you were previously holding never come. But the same amount of emotion overcomes you until you can properly enjoy the moment.
Yes, there are big decisions ahead, but you can take them. You are not alone... Far from it, actually.
And you’re starting to feel like it again. What better news than that could have come your way today?
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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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tyoho8 · 1 year
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Wattpad recs!! i need wattpad recs!!
bucky barnes related!
i’ve read all of woolfhoundss stuff! I’m a sucker for vampire and dbf!bucky
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cielosafeplace · 2 years
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thanks for your support in my first fic, if you have any ideas comment here 😚♥️
I have more fics written, if you want I'll upload them thanks ♥️🤭
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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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myfanficlibraries · 11 months
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Sambucky
Alpha!Sambucky
1) The Chase by @targaryenvampireslayer       Dark
Fluff
1) Competition by @empyreanwritings
Soulmate AU
1) Drabble by @empyreanwritings
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spiderispunk · 1 year
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Playing With Fire [sneak peek]
I literally cannot resist sharing my wips, so here’s a sneak peek of my new SamBucky x reader fic. I’m working on it right now and I love it so much. Here’s a short snippet of it. Lemme know what you think and if you want to be tagged.
[18+ content below. Smut (Not detailed). Masturbation. Videos of an illicit variety]
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You knew you were in trouble. 
There was only one rule you and Bucky had to follow while Sam was off gallivanting around the world as Captain America: no sex. At all. Period. Not with Bucky. Not with a toy. 
No sex. 
At all. 
Period.
And so, you knew. 
But also, you couldn’t resist. Not after Bucky came back from a run, body covered in sweat, the tank top he wore sticking to his skin like glue. His blue shorts riding up on his perfect thighs. Not when he had looked at you like that; a dark, hungry streak in his blue eyes. Not when he made the first move, pressing his body up against yours and kissing you senseless. 
He’d fucked you good that morning. Bent you over the kitchen counter and ate your pussy until you cried, then filled you with hard, deep strokes until the only thing you could do was beg for more. 
And more he gave you. Tossing you over his shoulder and taking you to bed, where he promptly spread you apart and fucked you into the mattress.
See, Bucky wasn’t particularly good at following the rules. Any rules. 70+ years of forced obedience had given him a bit of a wild streak. A need to test authority. And as long as he felt safe enough to do it, he pushed. Sam might call it brattiness. Bucky just said he liked to have fun. 
And it was fun breaking the rules. But the consequences were even better.
And Bucky knew, as he pulled his phone from the bedside table and hit the red record button, that there would be a consequence. He knew it when he sent the video to Sam later under your direction. He fantasized about it in the days that followed, used it to quench the desire raging inside of him. Groaned and cursed about it as he spilled over his hands and made a mess on the shower tiles. 
You knew too. You just didn’t care.
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crazyunsexycool · 2 years
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The sun ☀️ , the moon 🌙, and the stars✨
Chapter 2: The Moon.
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Pairing: Sam x Reader, Bucky x Fem Reader, Steve x Fem Reader, Steve x Bucky, Stucky x Fem Reader, Stucky, SamBucky, SamSteve, SamBucky x Reader, SamSteve x Reader.
Warnings: Physical assault toward reader, Suggestion to sexually assault reader, sad Bucky, mentions of drinking. This is my first time writing A/B/O Please be kind. I’ve read a few different versions of A/B/O and I’m making a few changes that I think will suit this story. As those changes become relevant I’ll let you know!
Word count: 6.7K
A/N: This was supposed to be posted a few days back but I kept deleting like half of it and rewriting it so I hope you like it.
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Series Masterlist
Ch. 1
The sound of heavy footsteps echoed in the barely lit hallway as the stench of fear permeated through the air. Although the target tried to hide, the Winter Soldier can hear the erratic heartbeat and his scent is giving his location away. As he gets closer, steel blue eyes devoid of emotion scan the room he just entered. He finds the alpha he was looking for up against a corner when he hears soft whimpers from behind his target. 
An omega.
The intel he was given didn’t mention one and he couldn’t scent her in the house, the mask he’s made to wear by Hydra is lined with pheromones to counteract the scents of omegas that might pull the soldier out of his programming. It’s happened before. He closes the space between himself and his target. Using his left arm he grabs the alpha and throws him across the room toward the only door where his back up is waiting. The team grabs the alpha fighting with them to get to his mate and protect her but the soldier is standing in between them. His massive frame blocks the omega from looking at her mate. She has no choice but to look up at the man before her. She begs for their lives between whimpers and tears. The soldier’s stoic expression starts to crumble as he lifts his right hand to wipe away a tear. His eyes now reflect the ‘I’m sorry’ he can’t say.
“Soldat, you know the rules.” His handler commands.
The captive alpha doing the bidding for Hydra takes a syringe from one of his pockets and grabs the sobbing omega, as he stands behind her  and she faces her alpha. He tilts her head to have a clear view of her claim mark, hesitating for just a moment he plunges the needle into the mark and empties the liquid found within. The alpha they came for thrashes against his captors trying to release their hold on him while the omega falls to the floor holding her neck. She writhes in pain as the mark dissolves from her neck and breaks their bond. It’s like liquid fire in her veins, all of her emotions being sent through the bond to her alpha who is being held back by four men. Slowly the feeling in the bond starts fading as they both realize the bond and claim mark are gone. The omega is curled into a ball on the floor, sobbing. She has a few days for her alpha to reclaim her but that won’t happen and she’ll die without him. 
The soldier steps over her form and heads towards the door. Her screams of pain filled the air.
Bucky sits up on the floor of his bedroom gasping for air. He’s sweating as the memories of what he did as the Winter Soldier haunt his dreams. He hadn’t had nightmares with omegas for a while, but after hearing Sam and Steve talk about the possibility of bringing an omega into their pack his thoughts are plagued by them. It was the collective cries of the omegas that kept ringing in his ears. His mind was once again plagued by the tear filled eyes of his victims. All of them staring back with both fear and rage as they realized their lives would be over in that moment. An alpha was supposed to provide for an omega and make sure they had everything they needed. Bucky ripped their lives away from them. He only made them feel scared, he held them in his arms and destroyed them as their alphas watched. It didn’t matter that he was being manipulated, he still did it. He was convinced he didn’t deserve to have an omega.
The day Sam came back from the center where he met you, Bucky disappeared into his own room. He had heard enough of the dreams he buried. The dreams he and Steve shared on quiet nights in between battles. Their hopes of going home forming a pack and live the rest of their days in peace.  He was aware that Sam’s scent was stronger so he took suppressants and kept his distance as Sam began his rut, allowing Steve to help him though it. The fact that he had been affected that strongly by you let Bucky know you were Sam’s true mate. Maybe you would be his and Steve’s but he wouldn’t put you through that. So he locked himself away in his room. Although the three alphas mostly slept together they kept individual rooms in the apartment in case they needed space. That’s where Bucky has been for the last few days, not wanting to start the conversation again. His answer was final, he wouldn’t get in the way of his mates but for him he didn’t deserve happiness with an omega. He stopped hoping he would have pups to call his own, it was a punishment he inflicted upon himself for all the evil he thought he did. 
He made his way out from his room to the kitchen just in time to see Steve and Sam back from their run. He opens the fridge and grabs what he needs to make breakfast for the three of them. Ripples of concern pass through the bond from Steve and Sam to Bucky. Steve looks at Sam and wordlessly they decide Steve will handle this situation. Bucky keeps himself occupied by cutting some fruit; he feels a pair of arms wrap around him and a flurry of kisses on his neck until they reach one of the marks on his neck. 
“How are you feeling today?” Steve asks between kisses.
“I’m fine.” 
“Baby, we could feel something was wrong while we were out. Was it a nightmare?” 
“It’s always another nightmare. They’ll never stop.” Bucky mutters as he stops what he’s doing and allows himself to enjoy Steve’s comforting scent that envelops him.
“They will, you just have to give it some time, you’ve been doing so great lately. Remember that the therapist said there would be good times and some bad times. We just have to work through them together.” Steve reassures him as he drags the tip of his nose from his mark in Bucky’s neck up to his jawline to scent him. It’s a move that has always calmed Bucky down, especially after he was freed from the winter soldier brainwashing.
“I know but I can never take back what I did. Then this whole talk of having an omega it’s just- I just want you and Sam to be happy more than anything in the world. I understand wanting an omega to take care of and have pups with, I get it. I just don’t deserve that, not after all I did. I shouldn’t even be free right now. And it’s not fair to either of you for me to ask you to not bring an omega into this relationship.” He sighs as he moves away from Steve’s embrace. 
��It is fair Buck, your opinions are just as important as ours. If you’re uncomfortable with an omega being part of the pack, be it for now or forever, then we won’t have an omega. We aren’t going to allow you to sacrifice your happiness for us. Either we’re all in or we aren’t. I’m happy with us.” Sam says as he makes his way back into the kitchen. 
“Me too.” Steve adds. 
He’s in awe of his partners. Nothing but pure adoration floods the bond. There were days, like today, that he couldn’t understand how he got so lucky. He had the fortune to have not one but two friends, lovers and pack mates that want nothing but the best for him just as much as he does for them. Which only reinforces the thoughts he’s had. They deserve to find an omega that makes them happy. It’s an alpha’s instinct to want this. 
“I’m not uncomfortable with having an omega around, I just wouldn’t be involved in that part of the relationship is all.” He shrugs his shoulders as he continues to cut up fruit.
“Well it’s settled, for the time being at least, no omegas in our pack.” Steve says.
“Agreed.” Sam says. As he makes his way over to Bucky. He grabs a piece of fruit and pops it into his mouth. 
“You’re enough of a brat to keep us busy anyways.” Sam tells Bucky before placing a kiss on his cheek.
“No I’m not.” Bucky scoffs. 
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You ended up missing a full day of work due to you being sick, at least you thought you were sick. To be completely honest you had spent the day in a haze. It was possible you caught a cold or something from the hospital but as soon as it came it went which only confused you more. You didn’t even want to think about the amount of times you got off on the thought of Sam and the deliciously sinful things you wanted to do with him. What kind of illness made you feverish and horny at the same time? You didn’t know and you debated on whether or not a visit to the doctor was in order. In the end you decided against it, although your body still felt achy and your throat felt slightly sore, deciding to go to work instead. 
You barely placed your things in your cubby and clocked in when a set of big arms wrapped around you and pulled you up. A laugh escaped you as you tried to squirm your way out of the bear hug.
“Sweets, we missed you so much!” A very excited Richard said as he put you back down. 
“Aaww Ricky I missed you too, you big puppy but I was only out for a day.” you beam. 
“Hey didn’t I tell you to be gentle with sweets you oaf?” Jonah playfully chides the younger alpha. 
“I’m not going to break Jonah.” you say as you hug him. 
“We can never be too careful with you. How are you feeling today?” 
“Still a bit tired and my throat is kind of soar but I brought some tea bags and honey to help.”
“What about your wrist?” Ricky asks as he leans against the counter. 
“It still hurts, I accidentally hit it with the corner of my kitchen counter. I swear I saw some cartoon birds flying over my head.” 
“You know you should try not to do that.” Ricky says. You glare at him while he laughs. 
“Anyways, how was work yesterday?”
“Same old. Burke had Mrs. Levy cover for you and you know how she gets.” Jonah rolls his eyes. 
“Oh fuck.” you quickly turn in your chair and open one of the drawers confirming your suspicions. “I hate when she’s the one to cover. She threw away all the candy again.” 
Mrs. Levy had been working at the center since before community centers were a thing. She had very specific rules that she made everyone follow and if you didn’t she would take matters into her own hands. One of them being to not give kids candy. For as long as you have worked here  two things are certain, you give kids candy and she has always made your life a living hell so you stay as far away as possible. You’ve never understood why the hostility but it’s been like that since day one. No one would be surprised if she found some happiness at your expense when you were attacked. 
“You guys she isn’t that bad, you just need a little patience with her.” 
“Says you Ricky. Everyone in this building knows If she still had her heats she would pounce on you in a second.” You and Jonah laugh at his expense. It was very obvious the much older omega only had a soft spot for Richard. 
“Do you remember that one year we did secret Santa and she had him.” you mention as you try to calm your laugh. 
“Fuck yeah I do. She got him a couples massage and said to let her know when they should go.” 
“You two are just jealous. She bought me lunch after so whatever.” he shrugs.
You’re both stunned in silence before you break out into more laughter. 
“Oh God, thanks Ricky I needed that.” you say after you’re able to calm down. 
“Ok enough of that, one of us will be by later to check up on you Sweets.” 
You knew it would be a good day. It always was when the three of you took some time to talk in the mornings. You moved to the break room close by and refilled the candy jar and grabbed some post-it notes from the supply room. Sitting at your desk you begin to create your daily to-do list which includes unpacking the boxes of recently delivered supplies sitting in the middle of the supply closet you had just left. 
You’re excited for the next couple of weeks, the school year is coming to a close and the center gets busier. A few of the people that work here always get together to plan an open house. It gives the parents the opportunity to sign the kids for summer activities even if they aren’t held at the center. Mr. Burke always allows everyone to pitch an idea for a new program idea to switch it up, and this year you’ve decided on a paint with me class for parents and pups. 
Truth be told you had taken this position as receptionist in hopes of moving into a community outreach position but unfortunately it still hadn’t happened. It didn’t deter you and you were as determined as ever to make a difference. The need to help others stemmed from your own childhood. You were cast aside and had no one to turn to, now you wanted to be that person for someone else. So if you had to be a receptionist for a short time, so be it. You were working on finding art teachers that could participate and suppliers for the things you would need for the class to put it all together in a presentation.
“You smell like a slut.” The shrill voice of Mrs. Levy put an end to your peace and quiet.
“I’m sorry what?” you were taken aback by her comment. She wasn’t a nice person but she also had never talked to you like that.
“You heard me.” she answers with the scowl she has permanently etched on her face. “I don’t know who you’re trying to impress but you stink like a slut.” 
With that you’ve had enough, she never even comes down here willingly so why is she here now. 
“What do you want, Mrs. Levy?” 
“Mr. Burke told me to cover your area while you go up and talk to him.” 
The phone rings just at that moment, Mr. Burke’s secretary asking you to come up to his office. So you stand and start to head toward the stairs. You turn quickly to look at the old woman already looking at your candy jar with distaste.
“For your information, I was trying to impress Ricky. I think it worked.” You give her a wink and head upstairs. 
You made your way up to your boss’ office quickly. Like the rest of the building this office was well taken care of but it could use a fresh coat of paint and a few other upgrades. Carmen, Mr. Burke’s secretary, motions for you to go straight in. You still knock and proceed to open the door. Your boss sat behind his desk going over some documents. Moving further into the room and taking one of the chairs opposite him you wait for him to finish. He looks up at you and offers you a warm smile which you mirror. The beta was short and stocky, and his blond hair had a few gray hairs running through it. You liked him, he was always kind and protective of his employees. 
“Hi Y/N, how are you feeling?” He asks as he places the document back on the desk. 
“I’m better now. There is still a bit of pain but I’m managing.” 
“That’s good. I called you up here because I went over Jonah’s report of the incident. I just wanted to hear your version of what happened. Standard procedure, you know?” 
You nod before you begin to explain what Luca had done. The way he made you uncomfortable and how he grabbed your wrist and twisted it with enough force to require a visit to the emergency room and the follow ups. You included how Jonah and Richard helped and what the doctor had said at the emergency room. 
“Ok, and you’re sure you want to press charges?” he looks at you, tipping his chin down so that he can look at you over his reading glasses. 
“Yes, should I not?” 
“No, dear that’s not it. We support the decision, I just wanted to make sure you wanted to move forward with it. What he did was wrong and he needs to learn that his actions have consequences.” 
He shuffles some papers around and when he has what he needs he turns back to you. 
“Since everything you just told me coincides with Jonah’s report and you do want to press charges I need you to sign the report. Here you go.” he pushes a manila folder and a pen across his desk. 
You review it quickly along with the documents the police officer had given you and Jonah and you sign. Then you hand it back to your boss.
“Thank you dear. This just has to go to your file. I’m so sorry you had to go through that, let's hope this is the last we see of him.”
“Thank you Mr. Burke.” You say quickly before taking your leave. 
You sighed as you got back to your desk, just in time to see Mrs. Levy grabbing the jar of candy.
“Why are you touching my things?” 
The sound of your voice in the rather quiet space makes her jump. 
“You shouldn’t be giving these to kids. You’re ruining their health.” 
“Thank you for your insight but their parents give me permission.” You walk past her and snatch the still filled jar from the desk and put it back into the drawer it belongs in.
“I’m all good here now, thanks.” 
The older woman starts to make her way back down the hallway when you hear her talking to someone.
“I honestly don’t know what you see in her. You could do so much better.” 
Ricky walks in a few minutes later completely confused as he notices your shit eating grin.
“Before you say anything she said I stink like a slut. Then she asked me who I was trying to impress.”
“What did you tell her?” He sighs.
“That I was trying to impress you and that it worked. So come here baby.” You make a kissy face at him.
“You’re trouble, you know that.” 
“Yes I do.” 
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Bucky sat on his therapist’s couch in complete silence. Part of his conditions for his pardon was mandatory therapy sessions at least once a week. The therapist was nice but he really hadn’t seen a change. He knew he should try more but he decided a while back that he didn’t deserve peace of mind.
“James.” Dr. Fink called out.
“Hhmm?” 
“Is there anything specific you would like to talk about?”
“Nope.” Bucky shakes his head.
“I’ve noticed you’re using suppressants, are you going on a mission?” 
“No, I’m not.” 
“Ok. How are you adjusting with your pack?” 
“Which one?”
“Let’s start with work. How are you adjusting to working with a large pack?” Dr. Fink asks, with a pen and notebook ready to take notes. 
“I think it’s going well. Obviously I’m closer to Steve and Sam but I think I’m getting along with the others, especially Nat.”
“Good. What is it about Nat that you think makes it easier to get along with her?”
Bucky huffs thinking about an answer.
“I don’t know, I guess she just knows what it’s like to go through what I did. So if I’m having a bad day I can go to her and she understands. She helped Steve find me and he trusts her so I do too.” he shrugs. 
“It’s good to have a support system and I’m happy to hear you have that outside of your relationship. Tell me how are things with Sam and Steve?”  
“It’s good.”
“Did something happen?” Dr. Fink looks up from her notebook. Staring the Alpha directly in the eye.
“No… Well. Nevermind.”
“I’m here to help you James. I can’t do that if you don’t talk to me.” 
Bucky’s tongue darts over his bottom lip as he tries to get his thoughts in order. He’s talked about his mates before but somehow this is more private than those conversations. Not really sure what to say he just blurts it out.
“Sam met an omega. Not just any omega, from what he said she was beautiful and her scent was enough to send him into his rut early.”
“Ok,” Dr. Fink adds some notes to her notebook. “Does that make you uncomfortable?” 
“No, that didn’t make me uncomfortable. I think she is his true mate. Like Steve and I are, but that most likely means that she is our true mate too. We could feel the connection through our bond even though we weren’t there to meet her.”
“Does the possibility of being in a relationship with an omega scare you?” Her expression was neutral as she laced her fingers together and rested them on her lap.
“I don’t want it.” Bucky kept his eyes cast down toward the floor. 
“Why not? It's normal and biologically speaking for alphas to want to mate and bond with omegas.”
“Maybe in the 40s but not now. I just don’t want Sam and Steve to miss their chance to have pups because of me.”
“Have you told them this?”
He nods. “They said they were ok with it being just the three of us.”
“You don’t believe it. That they are ok with just the three of you? Tell me something, would that be something you would want to work towards? We can work towards you just considering the idea of courting an omega along with your mates. Later on of course we could take it slow.”
“Not after everything I’ve done and all of the omegas I hurt. I don’t deserve that type of happiness.” Bucky says as he crosses his arms over his chest. 
Dr. Fink sighs already knowing Bucky is done with this topic of conversation and looking at her watch she knows the session is over. 
“Our time is up for today but I want you to know that after everything that you had to endure you do deserve happiness James. You deserve it because you are not your past. You are more than the choices that were forced upon you by truly evil people. Although you can’t alter your past you still have endless possibilities for your future. Are you willing to give up on something amazing because you think you don’t deserve it? Think about that and we can discuss it next time.”
“Thanks Doc.” Bucky stands from the couch and heads to the door. The words the therapist said were causing conflict in his mind.
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The work week ended faster than expected. The plan for the evening was to meet the omega that Richard had been courting. In the time that the three of you had become friends, it became tradition that when one of you were starting to get serious in your relationship you would bring around your partner to meet the other two. You were practically a pack, and took care of each other outside of work. The boys were the only ones to know that you had no designation and still welcomed you with open arms when others had turned their backs on you, your own family included. It made sense for the three of you to meet the possible mates, to make sure you would all get along. 
After work you rushed home to shower and get changed. You were heading to your usual restaurant so you opted for a black wrap top, jeans and some sandals. You fix your hair in your favorite style and keep your makeup simple. Grabbing your phone, purse and keys you head out of your apartment and straight to dinner. It was as busy as expected for a Friday night, with only two or three tables empty. Looking around the dimly lit restaurant until you find the table you will be at for the night. 
“Hey, Jonah.” 
“Hi Sweets.”
“Ricky should be here in a few minutes. I went ahead and ordered your drink.” he informs you as he takes a sip of his beer. 
“Thanks. So are you as surprised as I was when Ricky told you about this new girl?”
“Not really, he was on his phone all the time.” 
“Well, let's hope she’s better than the last one.” You say grabbing the cocktail that was placed in front of you. 
“No one will ever compare to Mrs. Levy, you know this.” Jonah quips. 
You joke around for a little longer before you see your friend come towards you, hand in hand with his girlfriend.
“Hey guys, this is Jules. Jules, this is Jonah and Y/N.” Ricky is quick to introduce you all as he pulls the chair out for his date. 
“Hi, it's nice to meet you. Ricky has told me so much about you.” Jules adds giving you both a warm smile. 
“It’s good to meet you too, I’m excited there’s finally another woman here. The alpha stench was suffocating.” 
Jules giggles at that and shit she’s so cute, her scent is refreshing and inviting. Ricky has had bad luck when it comes to dating and usually by the time his date sits down their scent is already repulsive. 9 out of 10 times it usually has to do with the fact that he has one friend that’s a woman and jealousy starts to take over. Not long after that Ricky finds himself single again. You and Jonah exchange a look, both already liking the new addition. Which is good because it has changed from seeing if you would like her to seeing if she can take a joke.
The night is spent joking and getting to know each other. Everyone ends up getting different things off the menu and you all share the food, except for dessert. You and Jules exchange numbers with a promise of a girls night. You’re excited about the possibility of a girls night out since the friends you used to have are now mated and busy with their new families. At the end of dinner everyone discusses going to a club but you’re tired from work and decide to call it a night. 
The night was warm and inviting and you lived only a few blocks away so you decided to walk home. For as busy as the sidewalks were you still found yourself lost in thought about Jules and Ricky and how they seemed to be a perfect fit. It brought up questions about your own future and whether you would ever find someone to look at you with big heart shaped eyes. Hope was the only thing you clung to. Not having a designation made it that much harder for you to find someone you could spend the rest of your life with. Most days it wasn’t an issue but there were times when loving someone and being loved and protected was all you could think of. You didn’t know why the universe decided to have you be an outcast, being the only one without a designation put a target on your back since you were young. No one seemed to care and you survived those years of torment all on your own. 
As if you hadn’t already been through enough already the week before you were only two blocks away from home when you realized there were alphas following you. You chastised yourself for not being more aware of your surroundings and their catcalling made the hair on the back of your neck stand up. You pick up the pace but you hear their steps match yours. You start to walk by an alley when a hand grabs your arm and you're pushed up against the brick wall. Soon enough the others are standing behind the one that grabbed you. He has you pinned to the wall with one hand wrapped around your already injured wrist and the other around your throat. 
“Well look at what we got ourselves here boys. An omega.” He says. The calm in his voice makes you panic more than if he had been yelling. He was massive in size, with short black hair that he kept slick back. He was freakishly tall and burly. You manage to look up at him and notice that he looks familiar but you can’t place him. He moves his face close to your neck and drags his nose from the crook of your neck up to your ear and inhales deeply. “I think we should have some fun. What do you say, omega want to have some fun with us?” 
“Leave me alone.” you snap, trying to fight your way out even though he’s at least twice your size.
“No, I don’t think I will.” He snarls. “This is what happens to an omega bitch when they mess with the wrong alpha.”
You continue to struggle against the grip he has on you as his body presses into yours. You manage to free one of your hands and you claw at his face, leaving scratch marks down his cheek before you feel his hand connect with your cheek.
“I think it’s time you learn what happens when you call the cops on my brother. Ungrateful omega bitch.” 
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The last words Dr. Fink had said to Bucky were replaying in his mind since he left his appointment. Here he was a day later and he was still debating on whether he should consider courting an omega with Steve and Sam, in the future though. He still had a lot of shit he thought he needed to work through. He knew he should talk to them about it again, maybe set some rules. 
“What’s on your mind Bucko?” Nat asks as she throws an arm over Bucky’s shoulder.
“Don’t ever call me that again.” 
“Then get out of your head. We are supposed to be enjoying a night out and you’re sitting in a dark corner with a scowl on your pretty face. So either tell me what you’re thinking about or come join us. We are going to see how many shots Pietro can do in 10 seconds.”
“No you go ahead, I’m going to get some fresh air and I’ll be back.” 
Bucky gets up and heads out as quickly as possible. Once standing outside of the busy bar he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. His eyes shoot open as he looks around trying to pinpoint what, or specifically who, that scent is coming from. It’s comforting,inviting and sweet and he wants to breathe it in from the source.  If it weren’t for his heightened senses he wouldn’t have been able to detect it, or maybe the person passed by a short while back. But still the scent that caused a low growl to creep from his chest up to his throat was worth finding. Bucky moves from the left to the right slowly in front of the bar entrance, discreetly trying to find the hint of the scent he wants more of. After a moment he notes that if he continues going right he can pick up the notes of the scent in the air. So he starts walking, letting the intoxicating fragrance lead him. 
After a few blocks the scent is stronger and still just as sweet and it’s then that he realizes it’s the scent of an omega. He freezes in his place at the thought of what he was doing. He wants to turn around and go back to the bar or better yet home. But the alpha in him wants to push forward and find the sweet omega he knows is the owner of the scent that would bring him to his knees. He struggles to make a choice, it’s for the best he never finds the omega since he knows he could never have them so he decides to turn back towards the bar. At that moment the breeze picks up and the once sweet fragrance is sour laced with anger and fear. Before he realizes what he’s doing his feet carry him toward the scent, a whimper makes him snap out of it. 
There in an alleyway is a group of alphas and some betas, their scents are rancid. But his focus isn’t on them, it's on the alpha that seems to be their leader. The one that has his sweet omega pinned against the wall. You’re a fighter though you managed to get your hand free and scratch him. Bucky loses it when he sees the alpha hit you. 
“Let her go now.” Bucky snarls at the group. This gets the attention of all of them including you. Your eyes are wide and full of panic. You manage to make eye contact with him for a brief second and somehow you know he’s going to get you out of this. 
“Fuck off before we make you regret it.” one of the beta says.
“trust me kid I’m not the one to fuck with.” 
“Deal with him.” the alpha that has you pinned orders as he focuses his attention back to you. 
Bucky takes off his leather jacket, the light of the streetlamps reflects off of his left arm and the scent in the air shifts from anger to pure fear. “Don’t make me do this.” Bucky mutters before he starts to take them down one by one. He makes quick work of them since they’re nothing but a street gang. 
You continued to struggle against the man in front of you landing a kick on his shins. Using your non injured hand you continue to try to punch, scratch or slap him before he’s ripped away from you. You fall to the floor and pull your legs up to your chest as you survey the alley. All of the men that planned to attack you were on the floor either groaning in pain or unconscious. 
“Are you ok?” The soothing voice of your hero breaks your panicked state. He crouched down to be at your eye level, a leather jacket in his hand.
“I’m not going to hurt you darling. My name’s Bucky. I’m gonna get closer to make sure you’re not injured, is that ok?” 
You nod not trusting your voice. He inches closer and his kind blue eyes roam your face for injuries. His fingers lightly touch the bruise forming on your cheek. Being satisfied that there is no bleeding he places his hand on your chin and moves it to the side inspecting the bruises that are already appearing on your neck. His fingers lightly trace the length of your neck and you can’t help the shiver that runs down your spine. But it’s the sensation you get when his fingers skim over the area your scent gland would be on your neck that takes the air from your lungs. The panic you were feeling is fading quickly, and as you take a deep breath his scent hits you full force. Notes of blue cypress, fresh linens and mint danced around him and you’re reminded of the nights when the moon was full and you would sneak out of your house to lay in its light. The peace you felt was unmatched, until this moment that is. His eyes that studied your face held the same brilliance of the moon you loved to look at.
“Think you can stand?” 
“Yes.” 
“My name is Y/N.”  You say as you hold your injured wrist close to your body and finally stand up to your full height. “I have to go to the hospital.” 
“Can I call someone for you?” He offers  before turning toward the alley entrance almost as if he heard something before you did. Just then two cops walked into the alley with their flashlights in one hand and their other hand hovering over their guns. He approaches the cops explaining what happened. You see one of them grab the radio on their shoulder and rattle off some information. Bucky turns back to you and gives you a small smile before turning back to the cops. Deciding that you don’t like being in a dark alley with a few guys laying around you start to walk toward Bucky and a hand grabs your ankle. The scream that leaves your throat is almost inhuman but Bucky is by your side in no time. He pulls you out of the alleyway and onto the sidewalk, when he notices you shaking he pulls you into his chest. Instinctually a low purr rumbles in his chest and you find yourself relaxing at the sound. His scent also provides you comfort.
“Let's get you to the emergency room ok, then I can call someone for you.”  He moves some stray hairs from your face and tucks them behind your ear. He offers another smile. “Come on darling, let’s get you taken care of.” 
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Bucky managed to get you moved to an exam room almost as soon as you both walked into the emergency room.  You had given him the number of one of your friends and he walked back outside to call. He can’t help but wonder if this Jonah person is your boyfriend and if so Bucky had already made up his mind to kick his ass too for letting you wander around alone.  After calling twice, whoever Jonah is finally answers the phone.
“Hello?”
“Hi, Is this Jonah?” Bucky asks fairly annoyed.
“Yeah, who is this and how did you get my number?” 
“Y/N gave it to me. She asked me to call you. Name’s Bucky.”
“What happened? Where is she?” 
Bucky tells him you were attacked and received another injury. He gives Jonah the name of the hospital you’re at. Bucky can hear him speak to someone in the background. Urgent murmurs and concern from whoever he’s talking to.
“We’ll be right there thank you.” Jonah informs Bucky before hanging on. Bucky sends a quick message to Same and Steve who have been trying to get a hold of him since he left the bar to let them know he was ok and that he would be home soon.
Bucky made his way back to the exam room you were at. Your scent was almost back to its regular sweet state but you looked exhausted and angry. He couldn’t help but get angry all over again for what had happened. There was no logical way for him to explain why but he felt this primal need to protect you but as long as you were sitting there looking at him with wide eyes he would do anything you asked. That scared him more than anything so once he made sure you were ok he wrote his number down and told you that if you needed anything to call him. 
He couldn’t move fast enough to get home as his heart pounded in his chest. He couldn’t think of anything else but you and he wanted to go back to that hospital and keep you safe. Instead he made it home where his mates had been pacing back and forth waiting for him. Bucky’s short of breath by the time he closes the door to their shared home. Expecting an answer as to where he’s been he can only manage to inform them of one thing.
“I met an omega.” 
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Ch 3
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a glimpse behind the scenes at my current line-up of wips and story ideas that have slowly been haunting my every waking hour.
BUCKY BARNES
And They Were Quarantined (Ch. 3) • Notes: Reader takes the time to explore more of the HYDRA facility, ignoring her companion entirely until things take a sudden turn. • Last Updated: 09.11.21
The Long Return The world had turned upside down and despite your best efforts to save it, you were now stuck here without a clue of how to return to to your time or to the team - and the man - you had left behind. • Notes: A sequel to What's Left Behind, a slowly twisting tale that leads the reader down a path that they will never be able to return from. • Playlist: Here
BUCKY & SAM
Mountain of the Sun (Ch. 4) • Notes: The crew makes it to their new destination and a messy tangle of feelings and desires begins to unravel in a night of fading inhibition. • Last Updated: 09.06.21
BUCKY & STEVE
The Kids Aren't Alright (Ch. 3) • Notes: The final chapter of the mini-series, told from the perspective of the reader. • Last Updated: 02.24.22
The Nomad, The Panther, and The Wolf The Earth has been inhospitable for over two centuries now; an apocalyptic wasteland reclaimed by mother nature. And while the previous inhabitants have long since fled to the stars, one lone scientist is determined to save the last bit of untouched wonder still left on the planet. Enter two battle-weary soldiers who have been sent to retrieve the young princess from imminent danger - despite her best efforts to evade them. • Pairing: Stucky x Wakandan!OC (Zari Udaku) • Playlist: Here
JAKE "HANGMAN" SERESIN
Where We Land This mission requires all of your attention, all of your focus. Too bad someone else didn't get the memo.
STEVE ROGERS
Fool's Gold Brock Rumlow was a perfectly respectable match - one that any of the ladies within the upper crust of society would have dreamed of one day marrying. But Brock Rumlow was not a good match for you, nor was the idea of marriage all that desired. No, what you were seeking was something far more interesting; adventure. • Notes: Time travel AU featuring the Golden Age of Piracy all wrapped up in a mysterious land far from well-to-do Edwardian society.
In Safe Harbors A man washes ashore in the midst of a storm. He wakes with no memory of who he is or how he came to be on this small island in the North Atlantic. He only has the kindness of a sweet-natured lighthouse keeper to help him piece back the puzzle of his very existence. • Notes: Amnesia, hurt/comfort, language, minor angst, slow burn • Playlist: Here
In The Grey Brooklyn Mercy General Hospital is one of the premiere hospitals in the city. Your residency begins there, under the watchful eye of some of the best doctors in the state. If only you could focus on your work and not the pointed gaze of the stand-offish Dr. Rogers. • Notes: Dislike to like, forbidden romance, questionable power dynamics, smut, workplace romance - this is going to play out like an early 2000s medical drama.
Meet Me in The Woods The battle's won, but what's been lost is more than you can handle. Escaping to the woods in search of solitude. Everything seems to settle and a calm begins to form - only for a familiar face to show up on your front porch, unannounced, three months later. • Notes: Dark themes and psychological horror amidst the backdrop of sweet cottage/cabin-core vibes • Playlist: Here
(She Moves With) Shameless Wonder (Ch. 21) • Notes: After retrieving the scepter, revelries are to be had. • Last Updated: 11.05.22
Starlight These are the voyages of the USS Shield, traveling through uncharted space - on the front lines of war. Captained by the most volatile leadership team this side of Alpha Centauri. Steve Rogers has been given command after disappearing in the Delta Quadrant for nearly seventy years. And the admiralty has rewarded his service with an unprofessional and unyielding first officer who thinks Steve is far past his prime. • Notes: Rivals-to-lovers, slow build, Star Trek au. • Playlist: Here
Tis The Season The Christmas season is filled with a contagious sense of merriment this year, as Holly finds herself drawn closer and closer to Steve Rogers. Will the holiday give Holly a true miracle or will she find herself alone under the mistletoe? • Playlist: Here
Unsteady No one ever said parenting would be a walk in the park. The first year on your own with a four-year-old gives a whole new meaning to the phrase it takes a village as you soon discover that sometimes it's okay to ask for help. • Notes: Ex-boyfriend!Brock, physical therapist!Steve, single parent!Reader
When I Kissed The Teacher The year is 1976 and you are set to finish your final year at Stark University. Nothing can stand between you and your MFA until the art professor is suddenly replaced with a breathtakingly beautiful man. Steve Rogers is a recently-divorced veteran who's finally getting a chance to put his passion to good use, teaching the next generation - you're the hiccup in his plans. • Notes: Age gap, consensual professor/student relationship, all to the backdrop of an ABBA song list. • Playlist: Here
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