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myfictionaldreams · 9 months

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Merry Christmas // Mafia!Stucky x Fem!Reader

Summary: It was a simple question: Have you been naughty or nice this year?

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, dom/sub, costumes/roleplay, rough oral (f and m receiving), rough sex, size kink, praise kink, choking, sir kink, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, subspace, aftercare

A/N: Hello everyone! Sorry, it's been a while since I've posted; I promise to get back to requests at some point. Until then, I just wanted to post a little something and to say Merry Christmas to those who celebrate and Happy Holidays to everyone else!

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Winter was one of your utterly favourite months just for moments like the one you were currently experiencing. The snow layered thickly against the outside of your home, causing a darkened shadow on the inside, which only meant that the blazing fire lit the sitting area in beautiful deep orange and red. The sweet smell of hot cocoa wafted from the kitchen, only making your smile grow as you pulled the fluffy blanket further up your body until the only exposed part of you was your face.

Your back nuzzled further into the soft cushions of the coach you were waiting patiently on, watching the movie with half interest as the comfort of the moment had you wanting to drift into sleep. What’s more was that the meetings that had been planned for later in the evening had inevitably been cancelled due to the freezing weather, which meant that you knew you could sit in with your two boyfriends without the fear of them being out on the dangerous roads, just to attend a threatening meeting.

They were home. Safe. With you.

Blinking open an eye and looking around the room, it dawned on you that they’d been gone from your side for so long that the parts of the cushions they’d been sitting on had turned cold. You’d been drifting between sleep and trying to cuddle closer to them for an hour when Bucky shifted, causing a groan to burst from your throat.

He’d simply kissed your temple tenderly, earning a much-deserved smile in return as he explained that he would make the three of you hot cocoa. Steve had then mumbled something about helping him, but you were too busy trying to reposition your body and get used to not having them squishing either side of you.

Sitting up slightly on the couch, you glanced briefly over the back towards where the kitchen was to see if you could spot either Steve or Bucky, but neither were in sight.

“What’s taking you both so long? I’m getting so cold and lonely out here without you”, you shouted idly with a hint of a whine for emphasis. As you stared up at the TV attached to the wall above the fireplace, you contemplated what film the three of you could watch tonight when you became distracted by the footsteps coming from the kitchen. Frowning, you began to shout, “What took you both so … long?”

Any words you were thinking of asking were swiftly forgotten as your view of the TV was replaced by both of your boyfriends, each standing in oversized Santa trousers, each held up by black suspenders over their shoulders. The red velvet material that covered their strong legs was cuffed with thick white fluff around the ankles and waistline. However, your attention wasn’t forced on this as your eyes squinted, not quite believing the detail; “Have you oiled your chests?” you asked quietly, throat suddenly thick with saliva.

Bucky smirked, tensing his pecs so that you could see the oil's gleam better in the fire's orange light. In any other situation, you might have laughed at the fact that they looked like wannabe Santa strippers, but your pussy was being a traitor with the deep pulse that had your thighs clenching with the desperate need to find some relief.

The baby oil that covered the top half of their naked body seemed to extenuate the god-like bodies they both had, the muscles over their arms and abs flexing with the subtle movements they were both making. Even Bucky’s metal arm was oiled, causing the silver shade to shimmer and gleam.

Your head swivelled between admiring the both of them, unsure what to say or how to act. Thankfully, Steve was the first to speak, his thumbs hooking into the base of the black suspenders as he asked in a deep, gravely voice, “Have you been naughty or nice this year?”

Your lips automatically flicked up at the corners to a teasing smile, but the single eyebrow raised by Steve had you falling right into the trap. All the thoughts that had crossed your mind to laugh and joke with them had quickly melted into the submissive, needy girlfriend that they both wanted.

“Um, nice - I think, " you respond before biting your lower lip, a move that had both Steve and Bucky reaching forward, but the latter made first contact, his metal thump gently easing out the lip from between your teeth.

“Nice huh? You sure about that, Doll?” Bucky asked, his fingers firmly holding your chin so you could not look away from him.

You shivered as Steve eased away the blanket, and even though the room wasn’t cold, the sensations pulsing through your core had your body overreacting. Your eyes had drifted over to Steve, who had squatted to be closer to your height, but a sharp tug on your chin from Bucky had your attention back on him as you tried to form the words to respond to him. “Ye-yes. Yes, I’ve been nice”.

A sharp gasp left your mouth as a quick tug of your nipple from Steve had your body shifting upright. With your arousal building, your nipples had pebbled beneath the thin, oversized top that you wore. Bucky’s eyes seemed to darken as he watched your reaction, the subtle way your hips ground on the couch.

“Really? Because from what I’ve seen, it looks like you’re being a very naughty girl right now. Tell me, Sweetheart, what do you want for Christmas?”

“You”, your response was instantaneous, and it seemed to be the correct answer with the way Bucky smiled down at you before releasing your chin.

“Well, it still remains to be seen if you’ve really been a good girl”, Bucky emphasised the last two words, knowing just how those words stroke the deep praise kink that further warmed your pussy, your wetness beginning to coat your lips and drench your shorts.

“Pl-please let me prove it. I want to be both of yours, good girl.” You look between where Bucky still stood above you, and Steve knelt at your side.

“That’s the thing, Sweetheart. The boss down there seems to agree with you. He thinks you’ve been a good girl all year round for his treats, but me? I’m not convinced; I think I need you to show me just how good you can be”, Bucky explains with darkness lacing his words. “Stand up”, he orders, full of authority. You do, being careful not to knock into Steve as you stand with enough speed that you are somewhat lightheaded. Both of their hands were on you in a split second. Steve grabbed the waistline of your shorts, and Bucky pulled the shirt up and over your head until the two of them had you standing completely bare.

Ungracefully, Bucky pushed against your shoulder, forcing you to sit back onto the warm cushions, looking up at him with wide eyes. A gentle tremor was pulsing through your body with anticipation of what was to come. Your cunt would have been soaked just from the way they were both acting, but with the outfits as well, you were near feral with need.

Bucky’s warm hand gently wrapped around your throat, his thumb and forefinger on either side of your neck, feeling the galloping pace of your heartbeat as you stared up at him. “Will you do everything I say?” he asks with a more gentler tone than before.

“Yes, sir”, you say, voice laced with desperation.

“Good, then I need you to ignore everything that Boss is going to do to you. The only thing I want you to do is to keep your eyes on me”.

“Yes, sir”.

With great ease, Bucky pushed against your neck, forcing you to sit back correctly against the cushions as he began to stand on the couch, just as Steve moved between your legs on the floor, lifting them until your legs lay over his shoulders.

With the oil, your legs wanted to slip off, so his massive hands had to grip onto the flesh of your thighs, keeping them thoroughly in place as he lowered his face to the heat and wetness that was begging for his touch.

As his tongue caressed the length of your pussy, drinking down the juices you’d seeped in the moments of seeing them in the outfits, your moan was cut off by the light squeeze around your throat from Bucky as he subtly reminded you of his demand. Your eyes moved away from Steve and up to the tall, foreboding figure above you as Bucky’s metal hand drifted to his suspenders, pushing them off each shoulder.

“Remember what I said. I want you to ignore him down there and keep your eyes on me. Now, why don’t you prove to me why you should be on the nice list?”.

You were unsure if, by ignoring, he meant for you not to moan or react to Steve’s tongue as it circled your swollen bundle of nerves, but it was damn near impossible to be silent as the waves of toe-curling pleasure sparked through your core. However, your mouth was now salivating for another reason as Bucky pushed the red velvet material down his hips until midthigh, and the thick, veined cock of your boyfriend was throbbing in the air before your face.

Resting your hands on Bucky’s thicks and licking your lips whilst also trying not to crush Steve with your thighs, you willed Bucky to come closer with a pathetic squeak. Thankfully, he removed his hand from your throat and rested it on the back of the couch, using it to lower his body and directing his cock to your mouth. You didn’t waste a second before licking around the tip, gathering all the precum into your mouth before swallowing the salty goodness down, swiftly followed by a few inches of his hard length.

Bucky’s sigh was praise enough to have you feeling sated and happy as you began to pleasure him with your tongue and mouth, almost matching the movements of Steve between your legs.

“That’s it, just a little more; I know you can take it”, Bucky encouraged with a firm hand on the back of your head. As his cock reached the back of your throat and the overwhelming urge to gag overcame you, you attempted to relax your throat to take him deeper, which thankfully worked, ignoring the tears that now lined your eyes from the stimulation.

It didn’t help matters that your throat kept spasming with the moans and whines from Steve’s treatment of your pussy. He was eating you like the man was starved. Devouring is the best way to describe the way he was licking you out. His tongue changed from delving into the depths of your soaking cunt, twisting and turning to stimulate all the nerves within, just to then pull out and his teeth to gently graze your clit, causing a throb from your walls which was the gently eased by his tongue once more.

It took almost no time at all before you were cumming into his mouth with a flush of heat and added wetness that coated his chin and cheeks. Steve didn’t stop, though, and used your overstimulation post-orgasm to draw you closer to a second orgasm.

Your nails digging into the soft material of Bucky’s Santa trousers helped to keep your ground and not drown in the overwhelming length that was still forcing down your throat. With all the time you’d been with Steve and Bucky, you’d thankfully been able to train your throat to be fucked and take more of their length compared to when you were first with Steve.

This feat was a minor miracle because when Bucky began to take control of the situation and gyrated his hips so that he was now just straight-up, fucking your throat, it meant that you were able to breathe through your nose at the correct times without panicking.

Saliva had filled your mouth from the fucking and was steadily dripping down your chin, causing obscene sloppy noises to come from you, but this only added more praising groans from Bucky as you knew he loved a sloppy blowjob.

“Fuck, you’re being such a good girl, Doll. Remember what I said, eyes on me only”. You tried to nod, but the cock in your mouth hindered your movements as your eyes remained focused on the buzz-cut brunette standing over you.

This became more difficult as you noticed movement out of the corner of your eye as you came for the third time. Steve was beginning to straighten his height but remained on his knees; however, your legs were lowered until wrestling around his waist, but his grip remained tight and firm, keeping them in place.

Without warning, immense pressure and stretching of your cunt began to contort your body as Steve began to fuck into your cunt. Thankfully Bucky pulled out enough that you could gasp without his cock filtering the noise as your eyes clenched shut from the welcomed intrusion. Inch after inch filled your empty hole until his hips were flush against yours.

As you and Steve both released a relieved sigh, the dominating hand on the back of your head began to firmly tug your lips closer to Bucky’s cock once more until you were full with both of them.

The two worked together like they did in every aspect of the word. One of them remained in your body as the other pulled out. In out, in out, they fucked you until you were a trembling, wet mess.

Thankfully, now, they were both heavily praising you, which was like sweet music to your ears.

“Taking my cock so well”.

“Fuck, you always make me feel so good. Yes, just like that”.

“Such a good girl, Doll. I know you wanna cum on Steve’s cock; do it. Cum for him”.

You did. Many times, in fact. Steve had you cuming so many times that you’d lost count as a sweet warmth wrapped around your brain, leaving you feeling like you weren’t in your mundane house anymore but amongst the clouds, floating endlessly in pleasure. Your hands had dropped to your side as all of your energy was now being reserved for sucking Bucky’s cock and taking the punishing pace of Steve’s.

Eventually, Steve was the first to cum with a harsh grunt and snap of his hips as heat and thick wetness flooded into your cunt. He remained in place, holding your legs around his waist as his cock began to soften.

Bucky’s chest was now glistening with both sweat and oil as his eyebrows pinched together, his cheeks rosy with a flush as he groaned deeply, “I’m cumming, holy shit-”. You did gag this time as his entire cock bulged into your throat, the whisps of trimmed hair on his pubic mount tickling your nose as he came.

You worked hard to swallow every drop of him down until your lungs were burning for breath, and he gently eased out of your aching jaw. Your mouth tingled as you licked your swollen lips, sure that if you tried to talk now, all that you’d be able to achieve is a dreadful, deep, gravely voice.

Bucky leapt off the couch, disappearing into another direction you were too tired to follow. Thankfully, Steve remained with you as he carefully repositioned the two of you so that he now sat in the middle of the seat and had you sitting in his lap. Your head felt heavy as it lulled against his slipped chest, but you still hummed in contentment as he kissed your forehead sweetly whilst wrapping his strong hands around your shoulders.

“Hey, Sweetheart, I need you to drink some of this; it’ll help your throat”, Bucky encouraged a few moments later as he sat next to the two of you with a mug of steaming hot cocoa. Steve helped lift your head as Bucky held the drink out, tipping it slightly so that you could drink a couple of sips, moaning at the chocolatey sweet taste and the warmth that did soothe your sore throat.

“Well done, just a little more”, Steve whispered against your cheek as he lay delicate kisses against your sensitive skin.

Finally, with the drink gone, Bucky leaned closer to you, giving your lips a much-deserved kiss before pulling away with a cheeky glint in his eye. “So, do you like the outfits? They were Nat’s idea. Pretty sure she meant it as a joke”, he wondered out loud, but your giggle and nod recaptured his attention.

“I loved them”, you whispered with a voice thick with tiredness and evidence from being thoroughly fucked.

“Good, because I can’t wait to see what you’ll look like in the outfit we bought you. We think you’d be the perfect match to be Mrs Clause, but I must admit, there was significantly less material”, Steve explained as his fingers massaged into your still aching legs.

“I can’t wait, but maybe tomorrow”, you admit tiredly, relaxing further into the arms of both of them.

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lostalioth · 1 year

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𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬

→ premise: you were just so pretty and so much smaller than your boys how could they not love it? though they’ve seemed to take notice of just how much you love it

→ pairing: steve rogers x fem!reader x bucky barnes

→ warnings: smut | 18+, size kink [reader is described as smaller/weaker in the sense of them being super soliders and stronger more muscles etc.][im also not that good at writing size kink so just squint a bit], body worship, dumbification, nicknames [little one, dumb baby, baby], oral [f receiving], creampie [only 1 i was gonna have them both do it but]

→ a/n: 01 kinktober

It was very hard for your boys to keep their hands to themselves around you, they were both very possessive after all but they knew you loved it. They noticed the way your thighs clenched when they stood tall behind you, presence big and looming as their large hands both snake around each side of your waist. Their stares and presence are enough to make the guy talking to you back off. They hear the small lustful gasp that leaves your lips when one of them manhandles you picking you up to place you out of their way. They were more in tune and hyper aware of every motion and sound you made than you'd like sometimes. They could catch on to things you like before even you could. Such as that you really really enjoyed just how much bigger and stronger they were than you.

It had been a couple days of a long mission where the three of you simply didn't have the time or space for many intimate moments, that was until you finally got back home. You're in the middle of a conversation with Sam before suddenly you're swept off your feet by Steve.

With a short startled scream you're thrown over one of his broad shoulders. “Hey i was in the middle of a conversation, you know” you whine and ignore the ache that begins to settle in your core at the action. You smack Steve's muscular back in an attempt of telling him to let you go, with the one hand that was holding your waist still he lets go quickly to smack your ass. You squeal and shut your mouth fast as arousal replaces all confusion and frustration. Steve's other hand that's gripping the back of your thigh squeezes a bit harder around the plush skin. You watch Bucky not far behind you two as Steve carries you to our shared bedroom. A small but seductive and taunting grin plastered across the brunette's face. He watches with amusement as your eyes glaze over, practically seeing you begin to sink into sub space already.

“Wish you could see her face rn, shes turning into our dumb little baby already thinking of all the things we’ll do to her” Bucky's deep voice breaks you for your train of thought before you sink right back away and the rest is a blur until your sat on your large soft king size bed, ass nestled into steves lap and your facing bucky whos sat in front of you.

“We missed your body little one” Steve whispers, coming out desperate and soft, breath hot the back of your neck as Bucky tucks a piece of hair behind your ear and resting his big calloused hand on your face. “Your perfect little body is all we ever need baby” Bucks voice is a stark difference to the blondes as his comes out husky and deep. You gasp as bucky's cold metal fingers find their way under your shirt inching towards your bare chest.

You couldn't be bothered to put a bra on for the long and uncomfortable trip home and you've never been more grateful for one of your decisions til this moment. His thumb brushes across your already hardening nipple at the same time that Steve begins leaving sloppy kisses on the back of your neck making his way to that sweet spot behind your ear. Your breath hitches in your throat as you squeeze your thighs together but steves warm hand slides between them spreading them apart. You whimper softly at the strength.

“We wanna worship that pussy baby don't hide it little one” Steve mumbles against your neck as he starts to unbutton your pants with one hand and push them down with your panties.

The boys move fast to discard the rest of your clothes as well as their own and their lips are back all over your body, kissing, marking, licking every inch of skin that they can.

You're now propped up against the headboard, a pillow behind your back and one under your hips. Bucky has one leg pinned and Steve has the other so your legs are spread, throbbing cunt on full display for them. Their strength while forcing your legs open causes your arousal to leak down your pussy and ass soaking the pillow under you as you squirm a bit in impatience.

“Look at our pretty little dumb baby Buck so needy, you want our mouths baby?” Steve asks in a soft yet taunting voice that has your head going hazy again. You nod yes eagerly and whine as the blonde and brunette hovered their mouths over where you needed them most. A small chuckle leaves Bucky's lips before he is quick to slide two of his thick warm fingers through your slick, spreading it over your puffy folds. The small gasp leaving your parted lips turning into a louder one the second his fingers slip inside you and are fast to find that spot only your boys could. Steve, not far behind Bucky in action, leans closer and starts to slowly flick your clit with his tongue, teasing you by slowly licking shapes over your aching clit. Your thighs twitch and on instinct your legs attempt to shut from the overwhelming pleasure, the pressure building embarrassingly fast in the pit of your stomach.

“You gonna cum already little one? Keep these fucking legs open and cum on Bucks fingers, come on dumb baby” Steve groans against your pussy as he moves his attention back to your clit, sucking it sloppy and hard. Steve's hands grip your inner thighs hard and push your legs away from his head and Bucky pins one knee down to the bed with his free hand. “Cum on my fingers baby then you can get filled with our cocks you miss that dont ya’ little one” Bucky chuckled and watched as you squirm and whine when he starts slowly and teasing stroking his hard cock giving you the perfect view.

With a gasp and fingers threading through Steve's dirty blonde hair and pulling you cum hard on Bucky's fingers. You feel Steve smile against your clit as your chest rises and falls, catching your breath.

Bucky having other plans however the minute Steve pulls away from your clit is smacking his red leaking tip against your abused bud and slamming inside you. Your eyes glaze over and their voices fade as pleasure and overstimulation take over your body. A wanton moan fills the boy's ears causing them to smile as Bucky's thrusts are hard and fast. He's been pent up for days and your walls clenching around his thick cock is a heavenly feeling he desperately missed.

Your eyes fall shut but snapback open fast when Steve is gripping your cheeks squeezing them lightly, you whine, his rough hand making your face seem so small. “Eyes on us baby got it? Look at Buck as he fucks this gorgeous cunt yeah?” He questions and smacks your clit before you can answer, making you clench down harder on buck. “Yes! Mhm mhm!” You nod and hum in response, not being able to form enough words.

The brunette groaning loud and grabbing your hips hard to plow into you even harder. He was so big it was easy for him to manipulate you. “Fuck you’re already gonna make me come little one” his head falls back as he lets pleasure wash over him. He thrusts one last time filling you to the hilt as thick hot ropes of cum fill you up. Your mind goes blank again and before you can register their voices again, Steve's hands are grabbing onto your hips and lifting you into his lap.

“Shes already so fucked out aww well too bad baby i need to be inside you so fuckin’ bad missed it just as much as buck did” Steves voice is ringing in your ears but before you can form an answer he is lfting you up again to slide down onto his cock. “Ah! Fuck steve” you whine and yet still press your hips down to take him inside. “Look at you trying to complain baby you love it when we manhandle you, didn't think we noticed huh?” Bucky taunts and grabs a fist full of your hair to pull your head back so he can kiss you hungrily. You kiss back passionatly with a goofy smile on your face that fades into a lust filled one once steve starts to fuck up into you, hands still grabbing onto your now probaly bruised hips.

You moan against Bucky's lips, head hazy but happy thinking of how well they will take care of you after this. They may manhandle you and be much stronger than you but they could be big teddy bears when it came to aftercare.

→ a/n: this is only my second time writing stucky so i hope its as good as my first one that everyone loved but :) also this was meant to go up yesterday im not doing 31 days im doing 18 im posting a fic every saturday, sunday, tuesday, and thursday but i got busy yesterday and this wasnt proof read too well so im sorry and i rushed the ending to get it out td.

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artficlly · 4 months

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king of pentacles [one-shot]

Wild West Marvel AU

outlaw!bucky x fortune teller!reader when your travelling circus rolls into town, you are warned that bucky barnes is the outlaw who rules these lands. you plan to keep your distance, but he and his men can not resist a little entertainment.

Warnings: 18+ content minors dni, smut, fem reader, blowjobs, begging, p in v, cowgirl position, bit of teasing, soft sub bucky??, if you squint theres some plot, fortune telling, tarot cards, violence, choking, blood, mention of death, mention of torture, mention of beatings, implied previous non-con to reader (not from bucky), protective bucky barnes, smoking, no use of y/n, lmk if i've missed anything

Word Count: 5.9k

A/N: i literally cannot even tell you where this idea came from. i had a vague thought about a travelling circus, tarot reading character. i wrote this out and edited it in like two days?? insane. i don't normally write smut so let me know your thots lol. if you enjoy western marvel aus, please check out some of my other works. i have a one-shot called 'me & the devil' and a mini-series called 'a dish served cold'! sorry for any typos - not proof read.

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It was a windy autumn night when James Buchanan Barnes and his pack of vermin invaded Elkhorn’s Travelling Circus and Freakshow.

There were scarcely few in the area who had not heard of Barnes and his gang of outlaws. From the moment your caravans had pulled across state lines, you had been warned not to cross Bucky Barnes or his dogs. The law did not concern itself with this place, a place so far west that civilization had been left behind. The memories of cities, people, and culture were a mere whisper on the winds, a fleck of sand in an endless desert. This place was ruled by barbarians, and Bucky Barnes was their king.

You had heard stories of the fabled man. Some said he was the devil himself, that he sported horns and hooved feet. Others said his eyes were black as the night but reflected the light as if he were part beast. Those terrified people would recall his wrath and how his enemies were never afforded a simple, painless death. No, those who crossed the King suffered for their crimes.

So when that twisted, cruel man of legend stood before you... You were surprised to find he was none of what he was rumoured to be.

It had only been an hour since the nightly show had wrapped up, darkness falling quickly due to the colder months looming. The gang of outlaws had stormed your small campsite, locating your leader and employer, Duke Elkhorn, and demanding they be entertained! The candles had been lit, and the music was playing. The animals had been brought from their cages once more, and dancers and performers were laced back into costumes. Barnes had asked for entertainment, so you would provide it, lest you find yourself dead in a ditch.

Thankfully, you had not yet taken off your own outfit and makeup. A kohl to line your eyes; your lips painted red; hair loose with intermitten beading and braids. You wore large jewled earrings and layers of necklaces that partially covered the deep v of your neckline. Your dress was tightly fitted, your breasts were pushed upwards by the corset beneath, and your skirt was a deep green that swirled around your legs with each movement. Your small tent was filled with a haze of incense, lavish velvet, and silk used as draperies. Your tent was divided into two sections—your working space and your personal quarters. You had been checking your appearance in your cracked mirror when the ruffle of fabric alerted you to his presence.

He stood with an unquestionable air of confidence, a cigarette in hand. His eyes narrowed as he looked you over, a cruel smirk playing across his lips. He was large and burly, with muscular forearms that bulged against the fabric of his sleeves, which had been pushed up to gather at his elbows. Blood stained his collar and sleeves, and a gold pocket watch was tucked into his vest. His dark hair was windblown, bits peeking out from under his black, cattleman hat.

As he flicked his cigarette, you realised his knuckles were bruised and split. A subtle splatter of blood across his cheek, smeared, as if somone had reached up and grasped his face in their dying moments.

“Our mutual friend, Mr. Elkhorn, told me that if I was lookin’ for a pretty thing to come find ya.” His voice was deep when he spoke, gravelly and rough. It sent a shudder down your spine. Damn Elkhorn. You always knew he was a coward, even though he thought himself a big man. You and the other performers were not strangers to his temper and desperation. You all tended not to challenge it, as he could be a cruel man as equally as he could be fearful.

“He weren’t lyin’ was he?” He lets out a low whistle, exhaling smoke. “How’s he kept you a secret for so long, huh? Guess mah boys don’t come pokin’ in the tents that often. Too busy pokin’ their bits into them dancer girls.”

You remain silent as he chuckles to himself. He eyes you greedily; his icy blue eyes are anything but discreet. You could feel how his gaze rested on the curves of your hips and breasts, watching how your skin moved with each breath. Desire was a strange thing—how easily you might shift from feeling confident and powerful to nothing at all.

You certainly felt like a squirming idiot under his gaze.

“I’m not a whore.” You speak up, though your voice is hushed, hesitant, or even uneasy. You knew men like Barnes would not take being denied well. If you thought Elkhorn’s brutality was something to fear, your knees would positively buckle before Barnes.

Barnes barks out a laugh, his brows raising in something between delight and surprise. He strides towards you, grinning as you flinch back. “Yer employer seems to think differently.”

Your eyes slide closed as he reaches forward, a finger sweeping a strand of hair from your face to better look at you. You swallow hard as he chuckles, smoke blowing across your face. Teeth grit, you slowly open your eyes, a shuddering exhale leaving your nose as he runs a finger across your cheek.

“He’s a spineless excuse of a man.” You dare to bite back, your voice wavering, but you stand tall. His amused expression has morphed into one of intrigue. His actions falter; hesitation is clear in his demeanour.

“He make ya do things ya don’t wanna do, darlin’?” The outlaw asks, his voice surprisingly genuine. He is still close to you, close enough that you can smell the tobacco on his breath and feel the vibration of each word in his chest.

“Sometimes.” You admit, your eyes flickering up to meet his gaze. He curses under his breath, rubbing his jaw in annoyance. Barnes backs off a few paces, putting out his cigarette on one of your sidetables. From your side view of his chiselled face, you see a muscle in his jaw tense.

“Well, sweetheart. I ain’t in the business of bein’ with women who don’t want it.” He says with a roll of his shoulders. He has stalked over to your reading table, bruised knuckles white as he grips the back of your chair.

You are at a momentary loss for words. You had anticipated being repulsed by this man, the one who repeatedly terrorised these lands and enabled his dogs to do what they wanted and take what they pleased. There was something strangely endearing about his care for your consent.

“Well, I am glad to hear it.” You finally uttered. “Can’t say the same for some of your boys, though.”

A tense silence washes over the tent, and you almost immediately regret your words. Against your better judgement, you creep towards him. He doesn’t flinch away from your touch as your hands smooth over the top of his hands and wrists. Beneath you, he feels like stone, each tendon and muscle expertly chiselled like the statues you saw in the big cities back east.

“Yer right. Pack o’ wild mongrels they are. Good for puttin’ folk in their place. I think I’ll get ‘em to pay yer employer a little visit. Remind him whose land he’s on.”

Barnes goes to leave, pulling away from your touch. A wave of horror washes over you at his implication. You find yourself reaching for him again in an unexpected panic. Your hands latch around his bare forearm, tugging him back an inch.

“Wait.” You shake your head, gripping his forearm. The outlaw looks back at you in curiosity.

“I ain’t gonna hurt anyone else, sweetheart. Just him. ” He drawls, eyes darting to where you hold his arm. You drop it immediately, backing off. Your cheeks burn in embarrassment.

“He will think your lesson is because I turned you down or because I wasn’t good enough for you.” You explain desperately. His eyes narrow, as if offended on your behalf. “Whatever you do to him, he will do to me twofold. As punishment. He is a cruel man, you understand?”

“Yer definitely not pleading his case well, darlin’.” There is impatience in his tone and ire that you could not even begin to comprehend. Your eyes flicker to his bruised knuckles, the splatters of blood. If Elkhorn found out, well, you would have to wear a veil for the rest of your life. Your face would be so mishapened and destroyed that you would bring fear into the hearts of anyone who laid eyes upon you. You would no longer be a fortune teller but a featured freak of Elkhorn’s sideshow. Men and women alike would pull faces, with children throwing food and rocks. The deformed woman— another beast in a cage.

You have seen this fate play out too many times. Too many were lost to Elkhorn’s wickedness.

“Please.” You beg. His brow arches and his adams apple bobs.

You swallow nervously, then hesitantly step forward. With gentle hands, you take his forearm once more, guiding him to your reading table. “Just… I will entertain you for a suitable time. I can read your cards. Then, you can tell Mr. Elkhorn that you laid with me; embellish it if you wish.”

Barnes seems too intrigued to protest.

He unbuttons his vest with a soft grunt, taking a seat at the table. His legs are spread wide in a domineering pose as he leans back into the seat with cool confidence. As you take a seat at the opposite end of the table, he reaches into his vest pocket.

“So, how does this work?” He asks. You can tell he is irritated from the way his brow twitches and jaw muscles are still tense. He is playing along for your benefit, you realise. He is looking to you for amusement to stop himself from marching out of the tent and dealing with Elkhorn as promised.

“I will shuffle the cards, then draw three. Each card has meaning, and all together, it will tell you the message you need to hear.” You explain. Barnes had pulled out a pack of cigarettes, offering you one. You decline with a wave of your hands, instead taking the cards into your palm. He shrugs, lighting it with a half-interested sigh.

As he inhaled and you shuffled, you noticed his interest lay closer to your exposed skin. Even if he had backed off per your request, it did not seem to stop him from undressing you with his eyes from the opposite side of the table. He seemed emnamoured by the layers of necklaces and how they clinked and rolled across your skin.

As you shuffled, the first card fell out. His tongue darted out, wetting his bottom lip as he watched you work. You slid the escapee card onto the table, facedown on the red tablecloth.

“Anything in particular that you want to hear, hm?” You ask. As you lift your gaze, you find Barnes enraptured by your movements, so much so that he has forgotten to take another drag. “Most people want to know about their careers… their families. Love.”

“I don’t believe in love.” He says, sucking in a breath. You tilt your head. He didn’t believe in love, no. He believed in lust. Desire. From the way his pupils were blown and his lips parted in awe, he was positively eating out of your hand. A second card falls. You slide it next to the first.

“Business it is, then.” You breathe. The final card falls from the deck just as the words leave your lips. You put it in place, then place the stack of the remaining deck to the side. Barnes is transfixed as you lean your arms parallel to the table and tilt forward. “Flip one.”

“Does it matter which order?”

“No.”

With unwavering confidence, he reaches forward, flipping over the first in the row. Your gaze falls downward to view the card, a frown pulling at your lips. You examine the familiar figures on the card. Two figures stood on either side, naked and chained. Behind them, in the darkness, loomed a beast with claws, horns, and wings. The Devil.

How fitting.

Barnes seems to find it ironic as well, as he scoffs in disbelief. “Ya playin’ a trick on me?”

You look up at him. The tension in the small tent is as thick as the smoke that hangs in the air. “No. The cards tell the truth, if you want to hear it or not.”

You reach out, stroking a finger over the card.

“The figures, they are chained. They don’t want to be there, but if you look closely… their chains are loose. They could escape at any moment.” If Barnes had a snarky comment, he does not say. He hung on to your every word. “And the longer they remain, the longer they become more like the devil. He represents the darkness within them, their shadow selves. It is the evil within you—the short-term pleasures—to ignore the long-term pains. Instant gratification. Greed, violence. You think you have free will, but you have sold your soul to the devil.”

“Tell me somethin’ I don’t already know darlin,” The outlaw says with a chuckle. You notice that his shoulders have relaxed, a cool amusement embodying him.

You hold his gaze. “Next card.”

His fingers brush yours as he flips over the centre card. The King of Pentacles.

“The Devil and now the King? You’re spoilin’ me, sweetheart.” He chuckles.

You eyed the card. The king sat upon his lavish throne, surrounded by wealth. You tap your nail across the yellow pentacle symbol, humming in thought. “King of Pentacles. It represents wealth and abundance. He has influence and is a skilled leader.”

Your head tilts. “It’s a warning.”

“A warnin’? Sounds like a good card to me.”

“The king has all that he wants. An abundance of wealth. Everything he touches turns to gold, like King Midas.”

“King Midas?”

“It’s an old tale. One of caution. About a king who was blessed with the power to turn anything he touched into gold. His kingdom flourished with wealth, but he soon found himself to be unhappy. He could not eat, as any food that touched his lips turned to gold. He could not know the comforts of the flesh, for the women would also turn to gold. Everything he once cherished…gone. Then, one day he lost the one thing he loved most, his daughter. She kissed her father upon his forehead and instantly became a statue of gold.”

“I would be a far richer man if I were this…King Midas.”

“But don’t you see? You are him. You are a king who is flush with wealth; your influence is strong. Your people flourish. Everything you do and everything you touch becomes profit. But at what cost? How much more will you lose? How much more will you give up for greed?” You finger turns to point at the Devil card. His lips are set in a straight line as he scowls at you.

“You best be careful now.” He warns. You shudder, leaning back in your seat, motioning for him to flip the final card.

You stare down at the table, your breath held in horror. The figure in the card sits up in bed, hands to their face in anguish. Decorating the wall behind them are a row of swords, two of which could be seen to be piercing through the figure. Stabbed through the back. The frame of the bed is carved, illustrating two figures fighting. Nine of Swords.

Your mouth feels dry as Barnes peers at you expectantly. “Well?”

You can’t find the words; your brows are scrunching as you try to find the best way to articulate the meaning without triggering the brooding outlaw’s wrath. Your finger taps on the table, and you clear your throat, squirming in your seat.

“Nine of Swords.” You utter quietly. “The figure… they are troubled by their own thoughts. Their worries, speculations… so much so that they manifest it into reality.”

Your fingers trace over the fighting figures. “You worry of a rising conflict.”

You ghost over the swords next. A backstabbing.

It was all very clear to you how it all intertwined. Barnes was a man possessed by evil and greed. He had sacrificed much to accumulate his wealth; like King Midas, he had all the gold he could need, but at what cost? His followers, his people—they were afraid. Weary of their cruel leader. A coup was in the works. Jealousy brewed within his men; all they knew was evil, so all they could give was violence in return.

“A betrayal.” You breathe. Your eyes snap up to meet his. His pupils were no longer blown, instead replaced with an icy rage.

“How do ya know this?” His voice had dropped, low and threatening. His cigarette was discarded, flecks of burning ash glowing across the floor. His shoulders were tensed, straining against the fabric as he began to loom over you, slowly standing from his seat.

You shrunk back. “I don’t, I just read the cards—”

You let out a shriek as Barnes gripped the table, flipping it in one solid motion. The cards fluttered to the ground around you, the glossy paper flickering in the low candle light. You recoiled in your seat, limbs trembling as Barnes stood over you.

“Did Rumlow put you up to this, huh? I know what him and his little pack of vermin have been whisperin’.” He spat on the ground beside you, and you flinched back. Barnes reached down, gripping your throat as he forced you to look up at him.

“I don’t know anythin’. I swear—” You begged, tears prickling at your eyes.

Barnes scanned your face, then released you with a huff. You scrambled away, retreating to the furthest corner of the tent. Barnes waved his hand at you with a sigh, re-buttoning his vest and straightening his shirt.

“I’ll give ya the benefit of the doubt, darlin’. But if I find out you’ve been lyin’...I’ll kill ya myself. Ya understand?”

You nodded wordlessly, whimpering as the outlaw marched out of your tent without a glance back.

—

“Where is she?” The enraged roar of Bucky Barnes sent a nauseating wave of panic through your body.

A couple weeks had past, and Elkhorn’s Travelling Circus and Freakshow were wrapping up their stay. Duke Elkhorn wanted to push further west, bring entertainment to the drivers and rustlers of the far reaches of the country. Within two days, you were set to leave this awful place and flee the clutches of Barnes and his boys.

Well, it seemed that had been hopeful thinking.

You were in your tent, in your personal quarters. You had pulled shut the draperies to allow yourself privacy. The strong men, slick with oil and always sporting toothy grins, were always eager to deliver you water to bathe in. It had become a sort of ritualistic routine of yours to undress and wash the makeup from your face. After hours of sitting in a stuffy tent stinking of incense, it was a relief to wash the smell from your body.

You wore a silk robe, loosely tied at the waist. It had been a gift from a patron back east—some rich city boy who had a fascination with you. When Barnes crashed through your draperies into the back of your tent, chest heaving with a livid look in his eye… you froze. You were perched on a stool before your cracked mirror, pulling a brush through your long locks of hair.

You stumbled to your feet, stool knocked to the ground.

Barnes was covered in blood, his shirt so drenched that it clung to his skin. His jaw was clenched tightly, and his teeth were bared in a growl. The blood was still fresh on his arms and neck, the liquid glinting in the candlelight. He had not bothered to wear his hat; instead, his hair was messy, with a splattering of blood across his cheek.

“I told ya I would kill ya myself.” The outlaw snarled.

You backed away, back meeting the tent wall. “I didn’t do anythin—”

You were cut off as Barnes marched forward, large hands wrapping around your throat. He squeezed tightly, a breathless whimper escaping your mouth.

“How did ya know?” He demanded, his face twisted into a look of rage.

You claw at the front of his shirt, sticky blood coating your palms as you struggle.

“Ya knew about Rumlow. Ya warned me of a betrayal.”

He releases the pressure on your throat, and you meekly gasp in air, nails digging into his shoulder as you try to keep your knees steady.

“I didn’t know, I just said what the cards showed—” You rasp. Barnes doesn’t seem pleased by your answer, jaw muscle ticing.

“I don’t believe in yer magical horseshit. I know it’s all tricks and acts. How did ya know?”

“The cards aren’t magical. Each card has a meaning that can be understood in different ways, it’s my job to apply them to whoever walks into my tent. The cards just reveal thoughts you have not quite spoken aloud—ideas at the back of your mind. They ask you to confront your inner self. You knew Rumlow was a traitor before the cards, you had a suspicion, but you did not act on it until prompted by the cards.” You wheezed out. The outlaw slowly releases your throat, his face controrting into something closer to frustration than rage. Your palms brace flat on his chest as you steady yourself against him.

“Deep down, you already knew he was a traitor.” You reiterate.

“You’re a fuckin’ witch.” He breathes, then runs a hand through his messy hair. Blood streaks across his forehead, clumping his strands of hair. His head tilts as he looks down at you. His face has relaxed, as if a silent clarity had overcome him. “Even if ya deny it… ya did warn me.”

You clear your throat, hand raising to your neck as you brush your fingers over the tender flesh where he had gripped you. “You warned yourself.”

He stares down at you, then frowns guiltily. “Apologies, darlin’. I shouldn’t have done that to ya.”

You believe him.

You hold your breath as his fingers briefly skim over your neck. His gaze falls deeper, his eyes following the curve of your breast that was half-exposed by your robe. The fabric was bunched into a deep v, leaving the swell of your breasts, sternum, and skin down to your belly button exposed. The outlaw sucks in a deep, shuddering breath, then stalks away with a frustrated growl.

“Barnes—” you call to him softly.

“Bucky.” He corrects.

You catch a glance at yourself in the mirror. The silk robe hangs perfectly from your curves, blood smeared across your chest and neck. You suck in your own deep breath, sweeping your hair over your shoulders as you hesitantly approach the outlaw. He paced like the beasts Elkhorn kept caged up, endlessly forced to perform for cruel crowds. You knew what he needed. A delicate touch, a sweetness to lean on.

“Speak to me.” You whisper to him, gentle hands guiding him to the edge of your bed. The canopy was draped with deep purple fabrics, furs, and blankets over the straw mattress. He silently obliges.

“One of my boys, one I thought I could trust. He betrayed me. Thought he could make a little gang of his own and overthrow me from the inside.” The outlaw explains. His voice is stiff, and his posture is tense. You smooth a palm over his forearm, and your thigh presses against his as you sit closely together.

There is a distant look in his eye as he stares past you at the wall of the tent. It shifts with the cool breeze outside, rising and falling like the night itself breathes. “I dealt with it.”

You cock your head to the side, hand running up his arm as you examine his face with a frown. “Dealt with it?”

His eyes snap to yours, and your hand wavers in hesitation. There is a darkness in his eyes. His expression made goosebumps rise across your skin. You could only explain it as something primal, something caught between violence and arousal.

“I made them pay.” He explains, his body twisting as he faces you fully. A bloodied hand raises, his thumb rubbing across your cheek as he cradles your face. “After two days, they begged me to end it. To end their lives.”

“And did you?” You dare to whisper back. His thumb traces inward, across your lower lip.

“No.” He says simply. “I cut out their tongues so they could no longer beg. I made them pay.”

Your eyes must have been wide in shock because he chuckled, his hand sweeping through your hair. Then, with an uncharacteristic softness to his tone, he utters a question. “Can I kiss you?”

Your heart thunders in your ears, a short gasp leaving you as your lips part. In all your travels, you have heard stories of women who could make men fall in love with them with just their eyes. Women who used their bodies and seduced their way to the top. Even violent men like Bucky had one weakness—a woman who showed them kindness. A woman who could momentarily take control. The men would let their minds drift away; the burdens were lifted, if only for a night.

Heat pools between your legs. You nod, a hand reaching to stroke across his jaw. The two of you meet in mutual desperation and touch once gentle, now needy. His tongue brushes against your lips, effortlessly parting them as he licks into your mouth. A moan escapes your throat at the taste of his tongue.

Your hands find the front of his shirt, blindly unbuttoning as he grips your hair in one hand. The outlaw groans as his hand slides across your shoulders, pushing away the robe. Your top half is exposed, nipples have hardened, and silk has pooled at your waist.

As your tongues tangle, Bucky tilts his head to gain better access to your mouth. Your gasps meet his as he moans heavily into your mouth. His hands trace along your body, one squeezing your waist and hips, the other coming to grasp your breast.

With a tug, you pull his shirt free. The two of you part, your head lulling back as he paints sloopy, feverish kisses down your neck. A groan rises in your throat as you lean into him, one hand gripping his dark hair and the other beginning to palm him through his pants.

His kisses move further down, head dipping as he licks a stripe across your breast. He takes a nipple into his mouth, kissing and sucking as you gasp and lean into him. The space between your legs is throbbing; a wet neediness rising.

You clutch his thigh, squirming with desire. The stubble along his jaw prickles your flesh, and a shudder runs down your spine. Your hands find his, easing his grip on your hips as you slide off the bed. Lowering yourself to the floor on your knees, you sit between his legs. Bucky lets out a groan as he looks down at you. His pupils are blown, and his lips are swollen and glossy. Your hands trace up his thighs, and your quick fingers relieve him of his belt.

“Let me.” You hum to him. You tilt your head, your cheek brushing against his knee. His adams apple bobs as he swallows hard. “I can make you feel good.”

You can see his bulge under the fabric. He eagerly helps you pull his pants down, his cock springing free already fully hard. You press a kiss to the tip. His cock twitches in response and a low moan vibrates in his chest. You look up at him through your lashes, biting your lip. He leans back, looking at the tent roof, as his chest rises and falls with a loud, satisfied sigh.

There was a power that resonated in your chest, seeing the outlaw so vulnerable under your touch. He did not protest your lead, instead eagerly following your command. You take him into your mouth slowly, one hand running up his thigh as the other wraps around his length.

You bob your head, feeling him tense with pleasure beneath you. As you come up, you whisper to him quietly. “Relax.”

As your tongue swirls over his tip, then down his broad length, you feel his hips rock beneath you. His hand comes to fist your hair, subtly guiding you as you take him fully into your mouth once more. You follow his needs, taking notice of each pleasured twitch or motion in response to your touch. His fingers tangle in your long locks of hair, tugging as you pull unimaginable, explicit sounds from the outlaw.

“Fuck—” He groans above you, his breath coming in short pants. You hum in response, relishing the sensation of him falling to pieces beneath you. The spot between your legs was slick, and wetness was beginning to drip down your inner thigh. There was a selfish urge within you that desired to reach down between your legs to gift yourself some friction.

You swallowed him down deeper, flattening your tongue against his ridgid length. His hips started to jerk, stronger than the previous gentle rocking. You could feel him growing undone, his breath coming shorter, and his nails desperately digging into your scalp as he desperately tried to guide your head deeper and deeper.

You obliged, but only as you felt his cock twitch once more did you pull away fully. Not yet. You weren’t finished with him yet. The outlaw let out a pained grumble. His hands caressed your shoulders as you rose to your feet.

“Darlin’—” Bucky protests, but you shush him.

“How much do you want me, hm?” You ask him. He has propped himself up onto his elbows to look up at you. His cock was still erect, glistening in the candlelight from your saliva.

“I want you.” He affirms.

“How desperately? Would you get on your knees for me? Beg for me?” You say it breathlessly. You take one of his hands in yours, pressing a kiss to the palm.

His breath stutters. “Yes.”

“Go on then.” As the words leave your mouth, your eyes flicker upwards. You look at him through your lashes.

“Please, sweetheart—” He whines. You cock your head to the side, peppering more kisses along each fingertip.

“Louder.”

“Please.” He begs. You smirk down at him wickedly, shifting closer. Your palm meets his chest, pushing him back down onto the bed as his elbows buckle beneath him.

“Lie back.” You instruct, helping guide his legs so he lies flat along the bed. In one fluid motion, you straddle his waist, his silk robe still pooling around your hips. You lean over him, taking one of the waist straps of your robe. With slow breaths, you move the soft fabric across his bloodied chest, tracing each vein and muscle before finally grazing it across his nipples. He shudders beneath you, his grip bruising where he grasps your hips.

“Say it again.” You breathe. You are embarrassingly wet as you sit perched upon him.

“Please. I need you.” He obeys, and another wave of arousal washes over you. Only now did you give in to your selfish desires, dead rolling back as you ground your hips slowly. Your lips parted, a small mewling moan leaving you as you clenched around nothing. You flatten a hand over his chest, allowing him to help guide you as you raise onto your knees.

With one gentle movement, you lower yourself onto him. Your wet heat engulfs him, and the two of you groan in unison. You feel yourself stretch around him, and you moan as you allow your body to take him in completely. His hands tighten their hold on your waist.

Bucky looks at you with a slightly slack-jawed expression. “Fuck, sweetheart. I think I’m gonna make ya my wife.”

You manage a smile through your own arousal, your hand gliding up and down his chest as you move your hips in a grinding motion. You gasp out a low, “Oh yeah?”

His head tips back with a moan as you clench around him. You experiment momentarily, brows drawn and biting your lip, until you find a grinding rhythm that ignites a fire within you. Bucky meets you halfway, helping guide you with his hands still gripping your hips. Your head lulls forward, small panting gasps leaving you as your eyes squeeze shut.

“I’ll make you beg for that too…Fuck—” You whine, and Bucky chuckles beneath you. He continues to help direct your hips, and your thighs begin to shake as you lower and raise yourself.

A strangled cry leaves you as Bucky’s hand lowers, his thumb circling your clit. Pleasure spikes up your spine, your knees wobbling as you nearly double over at the sensation. His fingers swirl with purpose, pulling all manner of illicit words and sounds from your throat.

“You like that, sweetheart?” Bucky hummed.

Just as you feel like sobbing from the pleasure, you cock your head to the side. With a deep breath, you tug Bucky’s shoulders, pulling him upright to meet you. The two of you clash, breath hot. His arms wrap around you, pinning you to his chest as he kisses you with a primal hunger. You moan into his mouth, your tongue sloppily moving against his as he begins to thrust vigorously.

You could feel your climax building steadily within you, the peak of a tumbling wave that had not yet crested. Bucky was a panting, sweaty mess beneath you. He greedily kissed and sucked along your neck, head dipping as he ran his tongue along your collarbone.

Your own head fell, teeth grazing across his neck. He tastes like salt and copper. You nuzzled your nose against his jaw, taking his earlobe between your teeth. Deep within you, you felt his cock twitch.

You wrap your arms over his shoulders, your fingers tugging at his hair. That pulled a groan from him, the noise vibrating across your skin. With a devious smile pressed against his cheek, you lean in close to his ear. Breath hot, you whisper into his ear.

“Come for me.”

As if he had been waiting for those exact words, he explodes within you. The sensation tips you over the edge, a thundering in your ears defeans you as your eyes roll back into your head. You clench around Bucky tightly, your body milking every last drop of him as he lazily ruts the last of his energy into you.

The two of you pant, catching a breath as you both come to a halt. The outlaw nuzzles your neck with a content sigh, then laughs against your sweaty skin.

“I wasn’t jokin’ earlier.” He finally speaks up, his voice somewhat more dignified now that he wasn’t a moaning mess beneath you.

“Hm?” You respond sleepily, too fucked-out to be bothered opening your eyes.

“I’m gonna steal ya away from here. Make ya my goddamn wife.”

Against your better judgement, you believed him.

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Bucky x Reader - Nosebleed

Content Warnings/Kinks: slut-shaming, violence (not during sex), dominance, hickeys, nipple play, finger sucking, cum swallowing, light edging, sub/dom dynamic (collaring), daddy kink, praise kink, fingering, oral sex, unprotected sex

Nosebleed

"Man, you're dumb letting your girl out of the house in that outfit" a man slurred from the alleyway beside the club they were on their way to.

Bucky stilled, his hand tensing where it was placed on the small of Y/n's back.

"Bucky don't-" Y/n started.

"Move" he growled, his words harsh, a no-nonsense command.

She hesitated, on one hand, the guy was being rude but on the other, he was just a stupid asshole...did he really deserve to be beaten up by a super soldier just because of one comment? No, Y/n decided at that moment, she didn't deserve to be slut-shamed and if Bucky wanted to make sure that man never said something vile to another woman then so be it. She pulled herself up and moved aside, nodding at Bucky as she did, indicating that he could get violent.

Y/n turned, looking away as she heard Bucky's first blow landing and the man's groan of pain in response.

"Please" the man begged, "I didn't do anything"

"You didn't do anything?" She heard Bucky chuckle darkly, "You don't count slut-shaming women as doing something asshole?"

"Fuck man" he groaned, "I didn't mean it I swear"

Bucky punched him again. Hard.

"Yeah fucking right"

Y/n turned just in time to see Bucky lift the man up off of the ground and slam him against the wall.

"Owwww" the man howled.

"Bucky," Y/n said quietly.

His gaze flicked toward her, steel blue eyes turned almost grey with anger. Her eyes widened at the sight of his bleeding nose, the other man must have gotten a good punch in.

"Let's go home" she added, "He's not worth it"

"Yea man listen to your girl" the man choked out.

Bucky dropped him, letting go of his collar and turning toward Y/n, taking her hand.

"Fucking crazy" the man mumbled under his breath.

Bucky snapped, turning back around and punching the guy so hard he fell onto the ground, knocked out.

"Now we can go" Bucky growled.

Y/n and Bucky walked into Zemo's apartment. It was late so the two other men were already in bed. Bucky gripped Y/n's hand, squeezing it, before asking:

"Can you help me get cleaned up?"

"Sure" she smiled before leading him to the en-suite bathroom in her room.

Bucky balanced himself against the edge of the sink, leaning back, squinting down at Y/n. She wet a towel and started to mop up the wound on his face that would surely leave a bruise the next morning.

"You know I didn't need you to defend me tonight" Y/n sighed as she blotted the blood away.

"I know Y/n but I can't just let people say that kind of thing about you" he sighed.

"My knight in shining armour" she chuckled dryly.

"I'm no knight Y/n" he grumbled as she dabbed under his nose.

"Bucky" she whispered.

She hadn't realized how close their faces were until then.

"Yeah?" he whispered back.

She reached a hand up, tangling it with the hair at the nape of his neck, just above his blood-stained shirt collar.

"You're a good guy you know?" she stated, a small smile on her lips "I don't want you forgetting it"

He closed the gap between them, drawing his lips to hers. His were warm and soft, softer than she'd expected. Y/n kissed him back hungrily, gripping his hair, and pulling him closer.

He pressed up against her, moving her backward into her room, their kisses becoming deeper by the second. Y/n yelped as the back of her knees hit the edge of her bed. Bucky threw her down forcefully before climbing over top of her. His face was inches from hers but not a single part of him touched her shivering body.

"Can I touch you?" He begged gruffly, a growl forming deep in his throat.

She nodded, her nose brushing his as she did, the small touch sending a fire through both their desperate bodies.

Bucky slid his metal hand under her back, unzipping her short dress before pulling it entirely off of her, groaning when he saw the lingerie she was wearing underneath. She smirked up at him, pleased that the simple black lace set turned him on.

"Can you take it off for me doll?" He growled as he balanced above her, taking in her body hungrily.

Y/n nodded before obeying, not breaking eye contact with him as she undid her bra, throwing it onto the floor. Bucky leant down planting kisses from her jaw down to her neck to her chest, sucking on her sensitive skin.

"So beautiful" he breathed onto her skin, "So fucking beautiful"

He continued, slinking lower and lower until he was settled between her thighs. He kissed the bare skin next to her panty line, his warm, red lips making her cold skin shiver. With one swift motion, he ripped her panties off of her. He kissed her inner thighs, again and again, leaving purple marks behind. When he finally reached her pussy she was already aroused, completely ready for him and the pleasure he was about to bring her.

"Please..." she whined desperately.

Bucky began by tracing lazy circles around her clit, making her hips buck upwards to meet his expert tongue.

"Mmm," she moaned, tilting her head back in pleasure as her thighs spread open even further, giving Bucky full access to her aching pussy.

Her whimpers and little breathy moans did nothing but turn Bucky on even more. He felt his cock tighten in his pants as Y/n whispered his name and looked down at him with her doe eyes.

The longer he continued the more she clenched inside, her body begging for an orgasm.

As if he knew exactly what she needed next, he ran his finger up and down her slit, letting it get soaked by her building juices before slipping it inside her. The initial feeling of Bucky's curling fingers hitting her g-spot made her breathe hitch and a loud whimper escape her mouth.

"You're so fucking good for me doll" he groaned, the feeling of her clenching around his fingers making his cock harder by the second.

As he continued lapping circles around her clit and curling his fingers inside her pussy her body reacted to every movement, back arching off of the bed, toes curling. A warmth then spread across her chest as her lower body quivered in anticipation.

"Fuck" she breathed, every single curse word she uttered making him even more aroused. He wanted to get inside her so badly but he knew she needed this, to be warmed up first.

"Mm hm," she mumbled before another louder moan escaped her lips.

Her hips jerked up and down as she came but Bucky held her in place, gripping her thighs tightly, pleasing her through the waves of her release.

Y/n was wet now, her pussy sticky with cum as she lay breathing heavily on the bed. When she calmed down she slunk her hand down Bucky's chest, unbuttoning his tight white button-up shirt as she did. She threw the blood-stained item to the side, letting herself admire Bucky's taut abs.

She then gripped the edge of his belt, looking deeply into his eyes before asking:

"Daddy?"

She could practically see Bucky's cock jump in his pants.

"Yes?" He questioned back, his neck visibly strained.

"Can you fuck me please?"

Bucky complied without another word, sliding a thick finger up her wet slit before shoving it in her mouth, forcing her to taste her own juices. She sucked on it as he unbuckled his belt, sliding it out of the loops and then holding it between his hands.

"Will you wear this for me doll?" He asked.

Y/n's eyes widened slightly, she knew wearing a collar was important to any sub/dom couple. She nodded, ready for whatever was to come.

He slid the leather through the buckle, tightening the belt around her neck causing her to gasp, it was tight but not uncomfortably so. He ran a vibranium finger from the clasp of the belt up to her chin until his cool hand rested on her cheek.

"Ready?"

She nodded and Bucky slid into her wet pussy, grunting as he felt her tighten around his cock. It curved perfectly within her, immediately hitting the right spot. When he began to speed up his thrusts her pussy clenched, sucking him deeper inside her, causing him to groan.

She looked up and made eye contact with him as he continued slamming into her making his cock tighten. He leaned forward without looking away, resting his forehead on hers and staring deep into her eyes. Their breaths intermingled, moans practically in sync. Bucky reached his hand down, as he pressed small kisses on her cheeks and temple and then began rubbing her clit, bringing her all the pleasure she needed.

Y/n sighed, tilting her head back into her pillow as she relaxed into the feeling of his movements on her clit and his rough thrusts. How was it possible that he was so rough and so gentle at the same time?

"Fuck me you feel so good" she groaned, her nose scrunching.

"My pretty girl's got a dirty mouth huh?" he chuckled before beginning to suck on the crook of her neck.

"Mmm," she replied, at a loss for words.

She moved her hips, matching the pace of his hard thrusts, every movement bringing her more and more pleasure. Bucky slid a hand down her body, gripping her outer thigh, likely leaving bruises, pushing her leg up toward her head while the other rubbed fiercely around and around her clit. Every once in a while he'd remove his fingers to spit on them again, edging her, and every time he'd make her beg:

"You want me to rub that pretty little clit doll?" He cooed the question.

"Yes, Daddy please" she whined.

He continued pleasing her as her body ached for the feeling she knew only he could provide. Soon, her body was overwhelmed. Between him fucking her roughly with his perfect cock and him rubbing her clit she was overcome.

"Fuck I'm close" she breathed before she came.

"Good girl" he praised as she tensed around his cock, "such a good girl cumming for me"

She came hard as he thrust, her insides squeezing before loosening, going slack on the plush mattress. Waves of pleasure rolled through her body and he fucked her through every one, coaxing her orgasm out of her body with his hard pumping, soft whispers of her name, and sloppy kisses on her sensitive neck. Bucky groaned loudly and the vein in his neck throbbed, she could tell he was close to cumming as well.

"Ahh," she moaned, looking up at him with grateful eyes as she felt his cum splash within her.

They both panted as he pulled out, the mixture of their cum dripping down onto the mattress.

"You were such a good girl for me doll" he stated warmly, taking her in his arms and kissing her on the forehead.

"Thanks" she smiled, her breathing calming down as she lay comfortably on his firm chest.

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sad-not-glad · 1 year

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Sharing is Caring

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

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

Word count: 4198

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Morning Buck. Sleep well?”

He blinks, thinking for a moment before he nods.

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

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

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jessybarnes · 2 years

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Patience

Title: Patience

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Rating: 18+ Only! Minors DNI!

Word Count: 2,934

Tags: SMUT, angst, fluff, cockwarming, submissive Bucky, handcuffs, drinking, flirting, pet names, maybe slight degradation if you squint, slight dom/sub, masturbation, fingering (female receiving), clit play, permission to cum, edging, orgasm denial, unprotected sex, begging, crying, explicit sexual content, explicit language, and I think that's it.

Written For: @buckybarnesbingo, @sebastianstanbingo, and @anyfandomangstbingo

Square(s) Filled: Y1 - Kink: Cockwarming for Bucky Barnes Bingo // G5 - Submissive!Bucky Barnes for Sebastian Stan Bingo // G2 - Handcuffs for Any Fandom Angst Bingo

Dedicated To: @buckyalpine - I love you, bby ❤️ I really hope you like this 🥺 It's a thank you for all of the amazing content you've put out for us.

Beta(s): Just Grammarly

A/N: I'm so sorry this is bad... I've been so busy these last couple of weeks with Thanksgiving and yesterday was my stepdaughter's birthday and today is my daughter's so I've had basically no time to write. I really hope this isn't terrible, but I'm so sorry if it is. Also, have I already used the below GIF before for one of my fics? Yes. Am I using it again? Yes. Will I probably use it for a future fic? Also, yes. 🤷🏽‍♀️

You sip your drink as you watch Bucky from the bar. Currently, he's smiling at something Steve said, his flesh hand patting the blonde super soldier on the back while his metal one holds his glass of Asgardian mead.

You're not one for parties, but you know it means a lot to Bucky that you're here with him. He's finally rid of the Winter Soldier, the assassin side of him that he's battled to overcome for years, and in true Stark fashion, he threw your boyfriend a party.

It feels like everyone Tony has ever talked to is here, and crowds make you anxious, so the bar is where you'll be until Bucky's ready to go.

Natasha refills your glass and smiles at you warmly, "he's come a long way."

You swirl the amber liquid around a bit before taking a healthy drink.

"He has. I'm so grateful to Wakanda and the Dora Milaje for helping him. It took a while, but we're finally here."

She nods and pours herself a shot, "it's been a long time coming."

"Speaking of coming, I feel like everyone and their mother came to this thing. I don't even know half the people here..."

Nat snorts, "it's Tony, what did you expect?"

"Touché."

A comfortable silence settles between the two of you and you feel yourself starting to unwind.

Finally.

You finish your second drink and motion for Natasha to refill it again. She sets the bottle down and glances over your shoulder shaking her head.

"Looks like one of the secretaries has taken a liking to Barnes."

Well, so much for being able to relax.

You turn in your seat and watch as a pretty blonde touches his arm softly, batting her eyes at him like a giddy schoolgirl.

Bucky doesn't reciprocate, but he doesn't shoo her away either. He looks up at you momentarily and bites his lip before smiling at the girl in front of him. You know he's not really interested in her. He'd never cheat on you. It still doesn't change the fact that he's deliberately flirting with her in front of you though.

Your fingernail taps on the side of your glass as you grow more and more irritated. She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear and trails her index finger down the front of his shirt.

You grip the glass so hard that your knuckles turn white.

"I'll pay you later, Natasha," you down the rest of your whiskey and slam the glass down on the bar top. "Right now I've got something to take care of."

You push through the crowd and tap the blonde on her shoulder. She whips around and gives you a pointed look, "can I help you?"

"Yeah," you raise an eyebrow, "you can help me by stopping yourself from eye fucking my boyfriend."

Her eyes go wide as she looks from you to Bucky. He shrugs and she huffs before walking away.

You glare up at him and he takes your hand, "oh, come on doll. I was just teasing you."

"Don't doll me, James. You know I don't like seeing you giving someone else that kind of attention."

His free hand wraps around your waist and pulls you into him, "come on, baby. Don't be like that."

Steve chuckles, "I don't know, man. That girl was looking at you like you put the stars in the sky, and it's not like you pushed her away when she touched your chest."

"Who's side are you on, pal?" Bucky narrows his eyes at his best friend.

You've had enough. This party, that girl, Bucky's attitude, all of it, and it stirs a possessiveness inside of you that you haven't felt in a long time.

"It's time to go."

Bucky's eyes go wide, "go? But the party just star-"

"I said it's time to go."

Steve whistles as you drag Bucky toward the elevators, "good luck!"

Once you get him back to your shared bedroom, you shut and flick the lock.

"F.R.I.D.A.Y., please tell anyone who comes to our door that we aren't taking visitors."

"Yes, Miss Y/L/N."

Bucky leans against the wall and looks down at you softly, "I swear I didn't mean to upset-"

"Well, you did. Take your clothes off and lay on the bed."

"Y/N, please just let me properly apologize to you."

Your hands move to your hips and you give him a stern look. To anyone who isn't familiar with your relationship, it would be quite comical seeing your tall, muscular, super-soldier boyfriend being so submissive to you. You know he needs this though, to be able to let go and give himself completely to someone he knows won't hurt him. And who are you to deny him that? Especially since you love the rush of taking control sometimes.

"Don't make me ask you again, James."

Bucky bites his lip as he stands up straight. He pulls the red henley he's wearing over his head, and you watch the movement of his well-defined muscles with hooded eyes. He undoes the button on his jeans and slides them and his boxers down to his ankles before stepping out of them.

"I really am sorry, baby"

"I know you are." You gesture behind him, "I've changed my mind. Sit with your back against the headboard."

He turns to walk over to the bed and you groan at the unimpeded view of his ass. Fucking hell, he's perfect.

He settles on the comforter and looks at you with curious, blue eyes. You don't say anything to him as you walk into the closet. Moments later you return with two pairs of silver handcuffs dangling from your fingertips and you watch his cock twitch in interest.

"Y/N, I don't see how this is a punishment," he drawls.

You smirk and cuff each of his hands to the small metal hoops that jut out from the side of the headboard. These were no ordinary handcuffs either, they were made with raw vibrainium which means he can't get out of them easily.

"Trust me," you step back and reach behind you to pull the zipper on the back of your dress, "you'll see."

Bucky watches as the little black dress falls to the floor and pools around your feet, his eyes darkening with want.

"God, you're so damn gorgeous, baby."

You smirk, "and it's too bad you won't get to touch me." You smooth your hands over your soft skin, your fingertips barely catching your nipples making you gasp. "I was really looking forward to those big, strong hands all over me, Buck."

He groans and watches you take off your bra and panties, "come on, pretty girl. Please let me touch you...please?"

You climb on the bed and straddle his chest, his cock beginning to leak in anticipation of your touch. You ignore the urge to and slide two of your fingers between your soaked folds instead.

"Mmm, you should have thought of that before ... fuck ... before you flirted with that secretary.

He watches you circle your clit slowly, his eyes nearly black now as he tugs harder at the cuffs.

"Baby... fuck, baby please!"

"Shit, I'm so wet for you, Bucky...feels so good..."

You bring your glistening fingers to your lips and close your mouth around them, licking them clean of your arousal. Bucky whines and raises his hips in frustration.

"Let me have a taste, please baby? Please! I'm so sorry for even looking at her... God, please...need you so bad..."

You tilt your head to the side and look down at him. His eyes are desperate and you almost give in and undo the handcuffs.

Almost.

"Aww, do you need a taste? Do you want me to sit on your face, baby boy?"

Your tone is teetering the line of sincere and condescending, and it makes another bead of precum spill from the head of his cock. Your words alone are making him fall apart. You've never been this dominant with him and he'd be lying if he said he didn't like it.

"...please."

It's merely a whisper, but you hear him nonetheless and decide to take a little mercy on him.

"Lay on your back for me, baby."

Bucky scoots down, his arms suspended slightly upward and out to the side as he lays flat. You move so your legs are on either side of his head and hover your dripping pussy over his lips.

"Since you love using that pretty mouth to tease and flirt so much, why don't you put it to good use and make me cum. Maybe if you do a good job I'll let you fuck me."

Bucky licks his lips, "I'll make you feel real good, doll. Please... just please let me taste you..."

You lower yourself down to his mouth and he immediately begins ravishing you. His tongue skillfully slides between your folds, alternating from your hole to your clit making you moan.

He's always been so good at this. Taking you apart over and over again until you're a shaking, quivering mess. But this? The way he's delving his tongue into your dripping cunt, devouring you as if he needs you to survive, it's another side of him you've never seen before and it's one of the hottest things you've ever experienced with him.

"Fuck... yeah, baby just like that."

Bucky groans and moves back to your clit, sucking it and flicking it with the tip of his tongue. His untouched cock is leaking profusely now. He's determined, desperate to feel you cum, desperate to make you fall over the edge and taste you.

It isn't long until the familiar coil begins to ignite and your legs start to shake from the amount of pleasure your boyfriend is bringing you. Your hands tangle in his hair, pulling it as your hips rock against his mouth.

"Oh, Bucky! Don't stop, baby! Don't you fucking stop... oh, my god...fuck, you're gonna make me cum!"

He moves his tongue faster, tugging at the cuffs and wishing he could grip your luscious thighs.

Your eyes flutter closed and you throw your head back as your orgasm shoots through you like a bolt of lightning. Bucky doesn't stop, and you let him work you through your high until it becomes too much. Finally, you climb off of him and lay on the bed at his side, moving your fingertips up and down his thigh slowly while he breathes heavily.

"Did such a good job for me, baby. You made me cum so hard."

Bucky turns to look at you, "does that mean I can fuck you now?"

You bite your lip and just barely graze his thick shaft.

"Oh, sweetheart, you didn't think it would be this easy, did you? You thought giving me one orgasm would warrant forgiveness for deliberately flirting with someone else in front of me?"

Bucky gasps and whines from your touch, his cock twitching in need.

"Doll, p-please...," his eyes shine with tears and his fists clench and unclench, "I'll never do it again, I promise! Please I...I need you so bad...so bad, baby..."

You kiss his lips and shush him, before carefully straddling his hips. His eyes are wide and needy as he looks up at you, and your heart thuds hard against your ribcage. He's so fucking beautiful like this. All spread out for you. Needy and begging for your touch.

Bucky is so good at being in control when you need him to, but at times like this, he's the prettiest submissive you've ever seen.

"Sit back up for me, honey. I'm going to give you a reward, okay?"

He nods and scoots back up so his back is against the headboard again. He watches as you rise on your knees and reach behind you. His eyes roll back into his head as you wrap your fingers around his cock, and you immediately pull them away.

"Ah, ah, ah...keep those eyes on me, baby."

Bucky nods and you curl your fingers around him again before lining him up with your entrance. You're so wet that you don't even need him to prep you.

Ever so slowly, you sink down on his thick, hard cock. Bucky's so worked up that you can feel him throbbing as you take him to the hilt.

"You're so fucking big, baby. Mmm, you fill me up so well. Does this feel good, sweetheart?"

He shudders and resists the urge to raise his hips so he'll go deeper, "so good...feels so good."

"Is this what you wanted, honey?"

Bucky swallows thickly and lets out a shaky breath.

"Wanna...wanna feel you ride me. Please...please just wanna cum for you."

You cradle his face in your hand and brush the pad of your thumb over his stubble, "only good boys get what they ask for, baby. Besides, I love feeling you just like this. So deep inside me, the head of your pretty cock kissing my cervix, you make me feel so full."

Bucky whimpers and you lean forward to kiss him again, your mouth moving against his slow and sweet.

He kisses you fiercely and you reciprocate with just as much fervor. Bucky could stay like this forever, just drowning in the way you feel around him, in your touch, and your taste.

You pull away and smooth your thumb over his bottom lip, "if I uncuff one of your hands, are you going to be good for me?"

The thought of being able to touch you makes his eyes fill with tears as he nods enthusiastically.

"If you can be a good boy for me I'll ride you, baby."

You reach for the handcuff keys on the bedside table and uncuff his metal hand.

"Rub my clit, baby boy. Make me cum around your cock."

Bucky reaches down to where the two of you are joined and touches the cool metal of his thumb to your bundle of nerves. You gasp at the contrast of temperatures as he begins making tight circles.

"Fuck, Bucky..."

You rock your hips slightly back and forth, cupping your breasts as hot sparks of arousal shoot through you. A low rumble sounds in Bucky’s chest when he feels you clench around his cock, and he has to force himself not to cum.

"God, baby...can feel you squeezing me. Wanna watch you come undone with my cock buried inside of you. Please, princess? Please come for me..."

The way he's begging for you, the feeling of the smooth metal of his gold and black thumb moving over your clit, and how fucking good it feels to have his thick cock stretch you open sends you falling over the edge for a second time. His name tumbles past your lips over and over and spots dance in your vision as you cum hard for him.

You're both panting when you finally open your eyes again. Bucky's shaking, his eyes are still wide and shining as he silently begs for release and you finally, finally give in to him and plant your palms on his chest.

"You've been such a good boy for me, honey. I'm gonna ride this beautiful cock and I want you to tell me how good it feels, but you can't close your eyes. I want you to look at me when you cum."

You know he's not going to last long. Not when you've worked him up this much, so you don't bother starting slow. You move up and down at a steady pace, listening to his needy, desperate moans.

His metal hand grips your hip and helps to guide you as you start to go faster, and you can feel how close he is, his cock throbbing inside of you as his lips part in a silent scream.

"Oh, my god, babydoll... feels so good... m'so close! Gonna cum so hard for you, pretty girl. Please! Please am I allowed to cum? Can't hold it anymore...s'too much...feels too good... please ... please!"

You brush away his tears and lean down to capture his lips in a passionate kiss.

"Fill me up, baby boy. Come on, let go for me. Show me, sweetheart."

Bucky slams you down on his cock and holds you in place as he groans loudly into your neck. His orgasm crashing into him like a tsunami as he nearly sobs in ecstasy.

You pepper kisses all over his face and shush him as he shakes in your arms, sweet nothings falling from your lips as he comes down from his high. Eventually, you move to get up, but he whines and pulls you closer to him.

"I need to uncuff your other hand, honey."

"But I wanna stay inside you...please? Just wanna feel close to you."

Your eyes soften and you free his flesh hand, rubbing his wrist gently.

"We can stay like this as long as you need to, Buck. I'm not going anywhere."

He moves so you're both on your sides and slides his softening cock back inside of you gently. He sighs happily and buries his face in your neck.

"Love you, princess... love you so much," he whispers sleepily.

You kiss his forehead and rub his back tenderly, "I love you too, baby. Close those pretty eyes and sleep for me, okay? I'll be here when you wake up."

It isn't long until you feel his breathing even out, and you continue to hold him close as sleep begins to take you too.

You're happy and safe inside the embrace of the love of your life.

You're home.

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unconventional methods - chapter 2

Summary: Bucky Barnes struggles with his feelings towards Bunny, leading him to make a big mistake. Now he must make it right. It means doing something he is uncomfortable with.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader (SHIELD Agent Bucky Barnes x Adult Content Creator Reader)

Word Count: 6.7K

Warnings: 18+ NSFW MINORS DNI, texting, overthinking, self-doubt, misunderstandings, pet names, video call, mutual masturbation, slight dirty talk if you squint, metal arm use, use of a dildo, teasing, small dose of sub/dom dynamic, no mention of y/n.

A/N: Thank you so much to everyone who showed interest in the first chapter. I really didn't expect this story to get the attention it did. Means a lot to me. If you didn't read the first chapter, you definitely should before reading this one.

unconventional methods - chapter 1

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This story will end with chapter three, which will most likely come out the following Sunday (12th March)

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<<< Previous Chapter

After that magical night, Bucky found himself overthinking again. He was definitely struggling with the feelings he had for her. They were sexual, but that was not all. He had been in only sexual relationships before the war. It was like an agreement: purely sexual and for fun. Some girls wanted a bit more experience before finding the love of their lives, and it was totally fine, but this… this definitely wasn’t the same. He was feeling possessive over her and the feeling was so strange, especially considering they did not even meet face to face.

Of course, he knew he wasn’t the only person she was sharing this side of herself with. Posting adult content was literally her job. There was no doubt other men would like to get closer to her and she would probably talk to them a little, see how she feels and if things fall into place, they would get to see this side of her and she would get aroused just for them. A rare sight. Anybody would be lucky to witness that.

He still couldn’t believe she was into him. It was probably more of the idea of him, not the real him since she didn’t know who he actually is, right? He knew his dick wasn’t a disappointment, his body was fine, but definitely could be better. There was always space for improvement. She did not see the metal arm or his face. She only heard his voice, saw some parts of his body, and created a different version of Bucky. Not even Bucky, James. Some 33-year-old dude named James who was partially good-looking. In her mind, he must be someone else, completely different from reality.

That was what she should be for him too, right? Some random super attractive girl on the internet who was willing to talk to him? Nothing more. Yet he couldn’t force himself to feel nothing but sexual attraction toward her. He tried to focus on work, but he couldn’t. Mission reports were always boring anyway. How were they supposed to distract him?

>> Hey handsome, I hope you’re having a good day.

Her texting him doesn’t help, either. It’s just making it harder for him to stay away. He needed to distance himself, get a new perspective and maybe, maybe have a chance to realize he was being ridiculous. But she was so hard to resist her, especially when she was just wishing him a good day like this, with no expectation or pressure.

<< Hey, Bunny. It’s boring, but I’ll survive. I hope you are having a good day.

>> Oh, I’m having a great day. Especially after last night…

Bucky closed his eyes and took a deep breath when he read the message. He just wished she wouldn’t bring it up. It was great, he can’t deny it, but he knew… he fucking knew it was nothing special for her, and remembering that just broke his heart a little more. She shouldn’t have to act like it meant something to her. The idea of her faking something was just unbearable.

<< You know you don’t have to…

>> I don’t have to what?

<< I’m grateful that you made me feel special. It felt great, but I know I’m not special or anything and you don’t have to act like I am. It’s fine.

Her responses came in so quickly, he had a bit of a hard time following them.

>> What the fuck, James?

>> What the actual fuck?

>> Do you think I am doing this with everyone?

>> Is that how low you think of me?

>> You think I open my messages, talk to the ones that seem okay, and send them special photos in my spare time?

>> Why would I fucking do that? What am I gaining? Loyal followers? More paying customers? People don’t wanna pay shit for things they can get for free. I know that better than anyone. It’s my job!

>> You think I pick the ones that are good-looking, and just have fun? If that were the case you wouldn’t even have a chance! Do you know why? You don’t even have a profile picture! I didn’t even know your name for days! I don’t even know if you are single or married or divorced!

>> If you think I’m treating loyal customers like this or something you are wrong. God, I feel so stupid because I thought you were different. Why would you be any different than the others? Just because you respected my boundaries, just because you didn’t ask for private photos, and just because you reminded me of those gentlemen from 40s movies, it doesn’t mean you are not after the same thing they are.

>> You have no idea what I am risking just by talking with you. God, I’m so stupid.

>> You got what you want and now you are done with the small talk. I get it. I’m backing off. Sorry for disturbing you.

<< Bunny, bunny, bunny!

<< No, please, stop! That’s not what I meant.

<< Please, give me a chance to explain myself.

<< Please.

<< That’s not what this was, believe me.

>> Explain what? How this is nothing special for you? It was just a bit of fun time with the girl you were following online? I don’t want to hear it.

>> You don’t have to explain anything to me. You don’t owe me an explanation, I’m just a random girl who shares adult content. Obviously, I have no soul or feelings.

<< I’m the one who has feelings for you, okay?! I didn’t think you would find me interesting or special because I don’t feel like I am.

<< I am sorry. I think I was just projecting. That’s what my therapist would say.

<< I just didn’t wanna make you uncomfortable with my feelings. I thought they would be totally unrequited.

>> You have feelings for me?

>> You better not be lying to get out of trouble, James!

<< I’m not, I swear. Just give me a chance, okay?

>> Fine. You get one chance. Tonight. You explain yourself on a video call or I’m not talking to you anymore.

<< Whatever you want, doll. Whatever you want. Just don’t step out of my life.

***

The day did not seem to pass fast enough. It felt like time was standing still just to torture Bucky more. The work was much more boring than usual: a lot of paperwork, signatures, and chasing the right people. Not that he was chasing anyone. He was sitting and pitying himself while waiting for Natasha to show up. He just wanted to get up and leave, but apparently, it wasn’t possible. When Natasha finally stepped inside, Bucky groaned out of frustration.

“Oh, fucking finally, Romanoff.”

Natasha didn’t even look at him.

“I was busy. What do you need?”

“A couple of signatures.” She leaned in and started to sign the papers as quickly as possible. She was never reading what she was signing because who had time to read a 25-page-long mission report? Apparently, Bucky Barnes because he had to write it from the scratch. Like his day wasn’t horrible enough... “I wish we could just go on missions, and that would be it.”

“Oh, that’s the dream, Barnes. That’s the dream.” She finally put her pen down. “I’ve been writing the mission reports for months. It’s your turn now, stop complaining.”

“I know, I know.” He accepted the defeat much easier than he normally would.

“Are you alright?”

Bucky looked up at her from his seat. Was he alright? Definitely not. He could feel a heavy knot inside his chest, burning his lungs and stomach while he was waiting for tonight. Of course, he wasn’t going to say that to Romanoff.

“I’m fine.”

“Doesn’t look like you are. Whatever it is, stop overthinking.”

“Easier said than done,” he murmured.

“Look, I know it’s not an on-off switch, but you gotta try a little bit harder. Shift your focus on something else or just face whatever makes you this… uneasy.”

“I’m gonna face it. Shifting my focus is not helping.”

Natasha gave him a suspicious look. She had no idea what this was about, but she had a feeling it might be because of the pretty girl she suggested to him. Or was it just wishful thinking? No, wishful thinking wasn’t something she did often. She was always a big realist and something was definitely up with Barnes.

“Good.” She simply answered. She knew him well enough to guess pressuring him to talk wouldn’t work on him. “We have a meeting tomorrow.”

Bucky groaned in frustration because he was just done with the mission report and now SHIELD was ready to send them in another mission again.

“We need a break.”

“This one is pretty urgent. Apparently, it’s been an undercover operation for a while now and they finally got the info they need. We’ll need to leave right after the meeting.”

“An undercover operation, huh? Interesting.”

“Be here at 9. Fury wants us all present, it’s really important.”

“Fine, fine. I’ll be there.”

***

Bucky had no idea when the video call was gonna happen, but he was already feeling too self-conscious. His face was known to most people all over the world since he was accused of killing the king of Wakanda. Then working for SHIELD became a big deal. He wasn’t sure how Bunny would react when she realized he was the Winter Soldier. He wasn’t ready for that.

>> Are you there? I’m available for that video chat.

<< I am.

>> OK. I’m calling you.

He quickly turned his laptop on, hoping he would keep the camera off for the conversation. Maybe just hearing his voice would be enough for her.

“James?” Her voice was so soft and silky. Hearing her saying his name like that made him shiver a little.

“Yes, doll?”

“Why is your camera off?” Of course, she wasn’t gonna let it go. What was he even thinking?

“I am not…” He actually didn’t know what to say. “I don’t feel comfortable…”

“You don’t feel comfortable with me? Is that what you’re saying?” She definitely sounded offended.

“No, it’s not like that. I don't feel comfortable... and you might not feel comfortable either."

“Why?”

“It’s hard to explain.” He was hoping she would just let it go.

“Try me.” She didn’t.

“Please, doll… Let’s just talk.” He was practically begging at this point.

“Jamie, if you don’t turn the camera on, I’m leaving. We can’t continue like this.” She sounded so determined, it was scary. And her calling him Jamie? A part of him melted. He had noticed how her calling him Jamie influenced him in this way. Maybe because his mom called him Jamie when he was little. Bucky came later when he was a teenager. Before that, he was Jamie at home.

“Don’t. Please, don’t.”

“Don’t what? Call you Jamie?” The defensive tone of her voice was breaking his heart.

“Don’t leave.” He quickly turned the camera on, afraid she might just leave. Then he heard her gasp. Fuck, she’s scared, he thought. “I told you it might be uncomfortable.”

She quickly pulled herself together.

“Yeah, it’s so uncomfortable looking at that pretty face.” She managed to say, trying to hide her surprise. “Or those blue eyes. Do you ever look in the mirror Bu-bunny?”

“Bunny?” He repeated confused. “You are the bunny, not me, doll.”

“If you say so.” She shrugged, licking her lips nervously. “I can’t believe you have been hiding this face all this time.” she tried to focus on him. “Why did you even think I would be uncomfortable?”

“Don’t you know… who I am?” he sounded nervous again, thinking he might have to explain his past. It’s always tedious. How can you say you were a brainwashed assassin in a less threatening way? You can’t. That was the problem.

“I know you were the Winter Soldier if that’s what you are asking.”

Oh.

“That explains the reaction.”

“No, it was because of your pretty face. Not because of your past. I’m in no position to judge you for your past. Whatever you did, you had no control over it. That’s pretty obvious.”

“How can you be so sure?” His question came instantly.

“Maybe I can tell you how and why one day, but not today.” She sounded a bit uncomfortable, so Bucky didn’t want to push her.

“Whenever you want, Bunny. I will always be here to listen.”

“Can I see your arm?” The change of topic came too suddenly. Her question caught Bucky off guard.

“Huh?”

“Your metal arm. It’s vibranium, right?” She was talking about the arm he has been trying to hide so hard. Does she really want to see that arm?

“Yes, it is.” He tried to sound as normal as possible.

“Can I see it?” She repeated eagerly.

Without saying anything, Bucky curled up his sleeve to reveal a part of his arm, still feeling a bit uncomfortable.

“Wow.” She looked stunned. “It looks… so pretty. The gold details. Wow.”

Her expression was something that can’t be faked. She was so genuinely surprised and interested. It gave Bucky the confidence he needed.

“Wanna see the rest?”

Bunny nodded excitedly, making Bucky smile. He took his henley off pretty quickly, and his metal arm, broad chest, and dog tags were on full display.

“Now I know why you only had one arm in every picture you sent me. Smart move, Sergeant Barnes.” Her eyes were still on his body, focusing on his arm. Bucky couldn’t remember the last time he felt this desired. Oh, god she definitely knows who I am, he thought. Getting called by his rank did things to him. He could feel the blood rushing to the other places. It’s not the time, it’s not the time, he tried to remind himself, yet a low groan escaped his lips before he could control it.

“So am I gonna see the rest, Sergeant?”

He gave her a confused look. When he asked that question he meant the rest of his arm, but apparently Bunny had different ideas.

“You mean…”

“The rest of your body, yes.”

“I thought we were gonna talk.” He tried to hide how much he was actually enjoying this change.

“We were, but I changed my mind.” Bucky smiled once again. Maybe I still got it, he thought.

“Because of the arm?”

“Because of you and yes, the arm too since it’s a part of you.”

“I never thought…” He couldn’t get to finish that thought.

“Your arm would be a turn-on? Well, it is. You should get used to that.”

“That’s gonna take a while,” Bucky admitted, then he looked back at the screen. “You gotta share more to see more, Bunny.”

“You are a fast learner, Sergeant. I like that.”

“I told you, you can always count on that.”

Bunny took her shirt off, instead of answering him. Bucky’s expression changed pretty quickly when he noticed she had no bra on. God, he needed to touch her, feel her and make her feel good, but he has no idea if that was even possible. His eyes focused on her nipples. How could they look this delicious over a video call? He wanted to latch on them, suck until she was a crying mess under him.

“You okay, Sarge?”

“God, Bunny, if you call me Sarge or Sergeant one more time, I will come inside my pants.”

“Noted,” she said with a teasing voice. “We wouldn’t want that, would we? I wanna see you first. Then we can make that happen.”

“I wanna see you, too. Coming hard while I tell you dirty things that turn you on.”

“Wow, the old man has a dirty mouth. Who would’ve thought?”

“Are you teasing me?” He asked with a small smile on his lips.

“I am challenging you.” Bucky gave her a suspicious look.

“To do what?”

“To talk dirty for real, James. You are ‘all talk and no action’ sometimes.”

“Oh, is that what we are doing now?” He already sounded challenged by her words. “I should’ve known you wouldn’t like a gentleman.”

“I do like a gentleman, outside the bed. In the bed, they are boring.”

“Okay, okay.” He nodded, trying to decide what to do next. “Good to know. Now, take your clothes off. I wanna see that body.”

“Is that an order, Sarge?”

“Yes, it is, Bunny.”

“And what if I don’t follow it?” Her voice was so fucking cute, Bucky did not know how she managed to be like this.

“Then you will be punished accordingly.” He didn’t even think before answering.

“Over the phone?”

“No. I will punish you in person. I will find wherever you live and I will punish you for not following a clear order.” The words spilled out of his mouth without much thought. The second he was done, he realized what he said. God, if she had got scared, she would have had every right to do so.

“That sounds more like a promise.” Her answer was unexpected and didn’t seem wary. Was she not scared of him? At all?

“It can be, but you wouldn’t wanna get punished.”

“Hmm…” She thought for a second. “Tell me, what do you want? A good girl or a bad one?”

“I want you, Bunny. Whichever you are.” His answer must be unexpected because Bunny’s expression changed for a second. She looked emotional and vulnerable, but she quickly pulled herself together.

“I am a little bit of both.”

“Then both it is.”

Bunny quickly took her remaining clothes off instead of responding, giving him a look. “Your turn.”

Bucky did the same.

“Now what do you want me to do?” She asked eagerly.

“Touch yourself for me.” She could feel how aroused he was just by hearing his voice. The full view of his erection was helping, too.

“Touch yourself first.” She sounded so demanding and Bucky couldn’t find the strength to refuse. His flesh hand wrapped around his already painful erection. “With the metal one, Sarge.”

Bucky quickly looked back at her, with confusion written all over his face.

“I promise, I am not a groupie or anything. I just think it would look so hot.”

“A groupie?”

“Google it if you don’t know what it means. I am not gonna embarrass myself by explaining.” Bucky laughed a little.

“I know what it means, Bunny. I just wasn’t sure why I would think you're a groupie.”

“Oh…” She looked at the camera for a second. “You really don’t know, do you?”

“Know what?” He was completely lost.

“That you have fans.”

The look he had was unforgettable: completely lost.

“I have fans?” He repeated mindlessly.

“Nobody told you that, huh?”

“Nope. I have fans?”

“You do.” Bunny giggled. He was really an adorable old man. “People who defend you online. I will explain more later, okay?”

“Okay.” He still sounded confused, but he let it go. The sight in front of him was more interesting than a group of people defending him.

“Metal hand, around your cock.” She reminded him.

“Right.” She watched him wrap his vibranium fingers around his erection. It was truly a sight.

“Now, your turn.”

“What do you want me to do?” She quickly asked.

“Do you have a dildo around?”

Bunny was silent for a second. “Yes?” Her tone was hesitant.

“Do you have a favorite?”

She tried not to smile. “Of course.”

“Take that one.” He sounded so confident. It was a huge turn-on.

“Wait a second.” She left the frame for a while, and Bucky could hear her walking around, looking through her stuff. Finally, she came back with it.

“You like it big,” Bucky stated after seeing the dildo. It was probably as big as his own dick. No wonder she was so into the pictures he sent.

“Is that a problem?” Her question was genuine. “I can get a smaller one.”

“Why would I want that?” He had no idea. “I want you to enjoy this. That’s why I asked for your favorite.”

Bunny’s concern vanished quickly.

“Now what, Sarge?”

“Now we both start to play with ourselves.”

“Sounds good.” Bucky watched her brushing her fingers against her clit while letting out delicious, low moans. It was nothing too pornographic, and he could feel more blood rushing to his lower side. He started to work on himself pretty slowly with his vibranium hand since it was new to him. He never used his metal fingers before so he was trying to be careful.

“Use lube.”

“Huh?” Bucky looked like a fish out of water.

“Use lube, it will make it better.” Her fingers were still working on her clit and lips as she spoke. “Or whatever you have. A cream works too, I guess.”

“I have lube, doll. How do you think my dick survived you for this long?”

She giggled again, and all Bucky wanted to do was kiss her hard. Her lips, her nipples, her wet pussy. Anything… he just needed to taste her.

“You don’t even need lube, do you?” he asked, trying to distract himself.

“Nope.” She moved her finger away from her pussy, just to show him how wet she is, and the response she got was a loud moan.

“Fuck.” He took a deep breath. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” It was such a raw reaction, and Bunny loved every second of it. “All for me?”

“All for you, Sarge.”

His fingers started to work faster, and thanks to the lube, it was much better than he expected. He was surprised at how the metal felt against his cock. Definitely didn’t feel like flesh, but it was good. Really good since he could actually move his metal hand faster.

“Can I put this in me?” She asked Bucky for permission to finally use the dildo, and god, he had to stop for a second, not to come instantly.

“Yes. Yes, you can.” He breathed out, struggling to form sentences at this point, but he managed it.

She pushed the dildo inside her effortlessly and let out a loud moan as she moved it in further. Bucky took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. There is no way you are not gonna come before her. He was talking to himself. Just calm down.

"Ride that dildo, Bunny. Imagine it's me."

“You want this to be over soon, huh?” Her teasing tone helped him relax. He liked that he wasn’t alone in this.

“You gotta meet me in the middle, Bunny. Otherwise, it’s gonna be embarrassing.”

She didn’t tease or challenge him this time. She just listened to his order and started to ride the dildo as she would ride him. Her movements, the noises she made… She was making things even harder. He felt like he lost control of his fingers. He wanted to slow down, try to come with her, but his metal hand wasn’t listening to him.

“F-fuck.” He breathed out. “I’m- I’m gonna come.” He sounded so pained like he was disappointing her.

“I’m gonna come, too.” Her response was quick. “Sstop holding yourself back.” She was panting, involuntarily showing him how close she actually was.

“Shit. Pinch your nipple for me if you like that.” His metal hand was moving fast on his cock, it was oozing with precum already.

“I do.” She was out of breath already. “I do.” Pinching her nipple was enough to push her over the edge. “Oh, fuck…” When the first wave of her orgasm hit her, he could see how strong it was. “Fuck, Bucky…” The moment she said his name, he knew he was gone. There was no way he could hold back. “This feels so good. So fucking good.”

“God, Bunny.” He let out a loud moan as his come hit the laptop screen. He gasped as he continued to move his hand until he felt painfully overstimulated.

He had no idea how long the silence between them lasted.

“James?” He heard her silky voice before opening his eyes back up.

“I’m here, Bunny.” She smiled in response. She could see he was still there, but she wasn’t gonna say that.

“That was amazing.” Bunny looked so blissed out.

“Tell me about it.” He shook his head like he couldn’t believe how strong that orgasm was.

He heard Bunny taking another deep breath while looking back at him.

“Look, I know this is not the time…” Bunny sounded more serious than before. The tone got his attention back to her.

“Tell me.” He suddenly sounded so demanding.

“The timing is horrible.”

“I don’t care.” He smiled, trying to assure her.

“I won’t be around for a while.” His face dropped when he heard her words. “That’s why I wanted to talk to you tonight. I won’t be online or posting new content.”

"Is something wrong?" He sounded so worried, so panicked. As crazy as it might have been, he didn't want to lose her, especially after this.

“No, no, no.” She quickly assured him. “It's something I have to do. I was working on something for a long time and now it might come to an end. Which is a good thing since that's what I was trying to achieve. I just need to deal with it, then I will be back and I'll explain everything, okay?” Bucky nodded. “Just know that I'll be busy, but I'll come back, okay? No need to worry about me.”

“I will always worry about you.” That was the truth. Even if he knew she was fine, not hearing from her would worry him. “Thank you for telling me.”

***

The next morning, Bucky woke up feeling much better than he ever felt since he was a free man. Last night, things exceeded his expectations. He noticed how much he was overthinking everything, how he never thought she'd be so okay with who he was. He never thought she would be still attracted to him after seeing him. He wasn’t delusional enough to think he had an ugly face. The problem was the things that face was associated with and, yes, he was still convinced she was way out of his league. But she didn’t seem to care, and that was all that mattered to him.

He quickly got ready. His morning routine was simple, so he could just leave in half an hour: a quick shower, a simple breakfast, and putting on appropriate clothes were enough. After he was done with the essentials, he found a bit of time to send Bunny a good morning message. She might not be able to respond, since she told him she was gonna be busy these days, but he still felt like doing it. And after last night, he had no intention to refrain from following his wishes. Not anymore.

But when he opened the app, he was simply shocked, horrified even… Because Bunny was gone. Completely gone. Her account was deactivated, and only their old messages were still there.

The panic scattered throughout his body like rapid fire, spreading from his chest and burning everything on its path. He had no idea what to do. He didn't have her number or any social media accounts if she had any. He didn’t even know where she lived. Yes, sure, Bunny told him she was going to be away for a while and wouldn't be able to share anything, but deleting her whole account? That was completely unexpected and alarming. He rubbed his face with both of his hands, trying to figure out a way to make sure she was fine.

Slowly, the overthinking returned and took complete control of him. What if she just played it cool yesterday but wanted to vanish after learning who he actually was? The Winter Soldier was a terrifying figure, he would have not blamed her if that had been the case, yet he would have felt betrayed and disappointed. He tried to think of a moment or a small detail that showed she was just trying to act her way out of a dangerous situation, but nothing came to his mind. She was surprised, of course, but after that initial shock, she was back to her normal self. She even wanted to see him more intimately. Was it because she didn’t feel safe anymore? Could she possibly act so flawlessly and show no fear while trying to get away? A part of him didn't believe that couldn’t be true. She was one of the most authentic people he met, even though they did not actually meet in person. That was why he was pulled towards her this much. Another part of him thought this is basically her job. She had to look convincing enough, but looking and acting were completely two different things, and Bucky wasn’t sure of anything anymore. He was so focused on trying to find a logical explanation for everything that he almost didn't hear his phone ring.

When Bucky grabbed back his phone, he saw the name Sam Wilson on the screen. He didn’t feel like answering, but Sam was stubborn as usual. He called him back again in a second, and Bucky had no choice but to answer at the end.

“Hey, Buck. You ready buddy? I’m on my way and I can give you a lift.”

Bucky made an unintelligible sound, not knowing how to answer. He already forgot about the meeting and the time.

“Please, tell me you are ready. The meeting is in half an hour.”

“I am.” He finally managed to say something back. His own voice sounded robotic and the words were forced, but he had to go through this day to find a way to reach Bunny. Maybe he could ask for Fury’s help to locate her. It would take a lot of convincing, but he would do it for her. To make sure she was safe and sound. To do that, he had to go to this briefing.

“Okay, I’ll be there in 5.”

***

As Bucky and Sam finally arrived at the SHIELD headquarters, Bucky muttered a simple thank you. They didn't talk much during the ride, which wasn’t unusual, yet Sam suspected something was wrong. Bucky was usually calm and collected. He wouldn't engage in small talk or chat about random topics, but this time he seemed nervous. Sam wanted to ask what was wrong, but after all the time they spent together, he knew it was better to just wait for a sign. That was always more effective. Bucky would recoil into his shell like a freaking turtle if you made a move too soon, and that was the last thing they needed.

As for Bucky, he couldn't stop wondering about all the possibilities in the world and what he should do next. He would have to talk to Fury privately, ask for help, and get out of this mission. After that, he would go on whatever mission they decided to throw his way. No problem. None at all. Just let me be sure she is fine.

While still thinking about the plan in his mind, Bucky found an empty spot in the meeting room and sank down. He was checking his phone regularly to see if there was anything from Bunny or if maybe her profile would be back up, but no. There was nothing at all, and his worry was growing every second. He had no idea how he was supposed to go through this meeting at all.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we are about to end one of the biggest undercover operations in the history of SHIELD.” Fury’s voice got the attention of everyone in the room. “We are going to hit HYDRA where it hurts the most. Innocents will be saved by cutting HYDRA’s biggest financial income. It doesn't get any better than this.” Fury talking about HYDRA got Bucky out of his own head for a second. “This operation has been going on for quite some time and there’s no one better than Agent Elvisa to explain the details before we get to action.” Fury turned his eyes to the side, moving his hand up to introduce the mysterious agent. What Bucky didn't expect was to see Bunny, in flesh and blood, right in front of him. She was wearing a generic SHIELD uniform, her hair neatly tied up in a ponytail, looking composed.

“Thank you, Director Fury.” Hearing her silky voice made Bucky realize he wasn’t dreaming. His eyes widened when he realized he was really standing there, looking perfect in that ugly outfit. He could feel a hole forming in his stomach while Agent Elvisa started to explain the details. She was actively trying to avoid meeting his eyes while talking, showing some statistics and the essential, but Bucky couldn’t hear anything. His ears were ringing.

Since Bunny kept avoiding the eye contact with him, Bucky’s glance turned over to Natasha. She was the one who suggested her, after all. Did she know about this? The woman who he thought was a complete stranger was actually a SHIELD agent. There was no way Natasha did not know this. Was this all an elaborate prank? Maybe orchestrated by Natasha. That would make perfect sense.

Bucky understood that HYDRA was making a lot of money from their human trafficking network, and SHIELD was about to destroy it. He would have loved to focus more on the details since this would have been a personal case for him in another context. He was one of their victims after all. Yet his palms were sweating as he thought about confronting her. Even when he tried hard to understand, his brain didn’t compute any of the information she was giving. It was too loud, too uncomfortable. He felt thirsty and nauseous at the same time.

After the meeting was over, Bucky jolted out of his seat to catch her. He needed a second to talk to her, privately, to understand what the fuck was going on. He thought he deserved that much explanation before going on another mission after everything that happened between them.

She was talking to someone, but Bucky didn’t pay attention to their conversation. He stopped right next to her, invading all of her personal space without considering how it might look from the outside.

“We need to talk.” His voice was so harsh, it made her flinch. She looked up and met his eyes for the first time, and he could clearly see she was uncomfortable.

“She was…” The man she was talking to tried to interject, but Bucky was having none of it.

“I’m talking to Agent Elvisa.” God, the way he said her name was stone-cold. It sounded like he wanted to spit her name out. He subtly grabbed her arm. “We need to talk. Right now.”

***

Bucky’s hand didn’t leave her arm until they were tucked inside the closest empty office. He was trying to control himself, but it was so hard when a million questions were running through his head. Yet, he managed to choose one to ask.

“Why?” His eyes were like two daggers.

“Why what?” She managed to say back, a little terrified.

“Why did you do this to me?” The way Bucky asked the question broke her heart. She could hear the disappointment, the pain and betrayal in his voice. “I just need to know why you did this to me.”

“What are you talking about? What did I do to you?” She looked completely clueless, and it hurt Bucky even more. “Look I know…” She tried to explain, but he didn’t let her.

“Was this a joke? Did Natasha put you up to this?” He talked so fast and harshly. “Or was this a bet between co-workers?” She was silent. Completely silent. Trying to understand what he was talking about.

“You think I played with you?” She asked the question like she couldn’t believe him.

“Didn’t you, Agent Elvisa?” Again, her code name sounded so harsh on his lips. She wasn’t Bunny anymore.

“Playing with you was never my intention.”

“But you did it anyway.” God, he sounded so broken, on the verge of a breakdown.

“I didn’t even know I was talking to you until last night, Bucky.” She was getting emotional, but Bucky wasn’t in the state to notice it. “I could never…”

“You could never what? Make a fool of me? Break my heart? What did you think would happen when you decided to show up and give a presentation in that freaking room?” He raised his hand to point toward the general direction of the meeting room.

“I didn’t know you would be here!” She finally snapped and started to yell back. “I didn’t know I was talking to you until last night! Did you even listen to me back there?”

Bucky looked all lost, trying to understand why that would matter right now.

“I was on an undercover mission all this time. It had nothing to do with you! You think I made a fake account and started creating content just to mess with you? Why would I do that?”

“I… I don’t know.” He didn’t know anything. All he came up with was a list of possibilities.

“I have been doing this for months! I’m trying to catch those bastards, trying to look convincing enough and make them pay for what they did!” She stopped for a second, trying to collect herself. She didn’t want to cry. Not right then. “You think you are so important that I would create a whole ass account instead of just coming and asking you out?”

Her question silenced him for a second, making him wonder what the last sentence meant.

“What did you just say?”

Right at that moment, someone knocked on the door and stuck their head inside.

“Sergeant Barnes, we have to leave in 10 minutes.”

He didn’t even look their way. “I’m in the middle of something!” It was so harsh yet attractive.

“I know, but Director Fury…”

“Just tell him I need 5 more minutes.” The determination in his tone shook the agent and he left without saying anything in return. As soon as Bucky heard the door close, he repeated his question.

“What did you just say?”

“I don’t know what kind of sick game is going on, but I’m assuming you know I have a crush on you. Maybe Nat told you. I.. don’t know, but I would never do something like this. Not to you, not to anyone. I’d just ask you out and get rejected with pride.”

“You had a crush on me?” He couldn’t believe what she was saying.

“You… didn’t know?”

“No.” They both looked so confused.

“I assumed that you did.” She awkwardly looked around.

“Nope.”

The door was opened without a knock this time and both of them turned their heads simultaneously.

“Buck-” Sam couldn’t even finish his sentence. The double death glare startled him.

“For god's sake! I just need 5 minutes of privacy before I go there and fight. Is that too much to ask?”

“Okay, man, calm down. I’ll tell Fury.” He quickly looked at Bunny and then at Bucky before closing the door behind him. Both Bucky and Bunny turned their eyes to each other.

“Okay, look… I didn’t play with you.” She started to explain. “No one put me up on a mission to mess with you. I don’t know if this is a twisted game of fate or something else, but I didn’t know you would be involved in this operation, okay?”

“It’s Romanoff’s doing.” He finally put two plus two together, and she nodded slowly. It made sense to her, too. Then they heard Fury talking outside, and they knew that the time was running out.

“We don’t have time for this.” She stated while running her hand through her hair. “Just know that I was going to explain everything after the operation. That’s why I said what I said yesterday.”

Before he could answer her, the door opened once again. No knocking, no hesitation. Bucky was about to yell at them not to interrupt once again, but Fury was standing on the door sill, looking uneasy.

“Barnes, we have no time for…” His eyes darted between both of them. “...whatever this is. We have to leave before it’s too late.”

“Fine.” He finally responded after a short while. “I’m coming, but this conversation is not over, Agent Elvisa.”

“I’ll be waiting, Sergeant Barnes.”

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So…I wrote this a while ago and I have been too afraid to post it until now. I have written fan fiction before but never smut. Please tell me what you think and any constructive feedback! Also if the formatting is weird I apologize this was written and posted all on my phone. My biggest influences are @lokischambermaid, @lokisgoodgirl, @tricksterlokilaufeyson, and @holdmytesseract

Summary: Sometimes you forget how observant Loki is, and this time he fulfills a desire you thought you hid well

Pairings: Loki x Reader x Steve Rogers

Warnings: Minors DNI, Smut, Polyamory if you squint, Dom!Loki, Dom!Steve, Sub!Reader, Oral (female receiving), DP, Creampie (wrap it before you tap it),

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Loki is observant, very observant. You often forgot just how observant he can be. Like the time you broke your toe while you were on a mission and once the jet landed he came over with an ice pack and carried you back to your flat. How about the time you accidentally wore your “special” lingerie to work and Bucky got a .5 second glimpse when you were sparring. Loki was aware immediately, even with Barnes killer poker face and your bottom was sore for a week.

So how it could have slipped your mind about Loki’s skills you really didn’t know. Maybe a part of you did it on purpose. This time, however, you were stunned into silence as you looked over to the men in front of you.

“Surprised my dear?” Loki asked in a smug voice sending delicious chills down to your heated core. “Loki, I still don’t know what I’m doing here” Steve spoke, looking confused. Both men had just come back from a mission and a shower smelling like a mix of cedar, woodsmoke and pine trees.

As you looked them over, you forgot how good Loki looked in simple green tunic and black pants. After a side glance at Steve you noticed he was wearing a light blue shirt which clung to his muscles, especially with his arms crossed as they were. He also wore a simple pair of grey sweatpants that you wished were just a little bit tighter. Loki’s smirk grew as you could see mischief and heat flood his eyes.

“I will explain, Captain.” Loki spoke as he walked over to your side. “You see our lovely y/n here?” Steve nodded with a roll of his eyes barely disguising his heated look. “Well, I have noticed her ‘checking you out’ as you humans have called it. Although eye fucking might be a better term”. You turned to face Loki, cheeks on fire, surprised (but not really looking back) that he noticed.

He smirked at you and spun you to face Steve with his hands gripping your shoulders. You immediately knew by his grip that you would not be able to look away, forced to ensure the sweet humiliation that Loki (and you) secretly loved. “I have noticed how her eyes linger on your form, how she sweeps her gaze up and down, how her eyes linger on your lips, your chest, your arms and your cock.” “I have sensed her desire for you, her need growing when you around and get desire pooling and dampening her clothing”.

Steve cheeks turned as red as yours start and made a small grunting noise. You looked down quickly and noticed a small tent beginning to form in his pants. You shivered in Loki’s grip and he ground his hardening erection into your rear. Loki then slowly walks you forward towards Steve.

“I have also noticed you, Captain. Your own eyes have caressed her body like you wish your hands could”. You had reached Steve and you could see his eyes looked guilty but he could no longer hid the heat in them. “Loki, y/n I’m sor..”

“Captain, you are mistaken. I’m not hear to call you out. In fact quite the opposite. Y/N and I have a very special relationship and as her Master it is my job to notice her desires even if she never voices them”. Loki’s voice took on a dominating tone with a side of irritation at that last comment. You swallowed loudly and Loki gave you a swift slap on you ass. You gasped and moaned wantonly, looking at Steve sheepishly through your lashes, head lowered.

Steve dropped his arms and looked at you with unbridled hunger now. He quickly turned to Loki. “So what are you getting at then?” he asked, failing to keep his eyes from glancing back to you. “Im glad you asked Captain” Loki answered in his most seductive tone “I have seen her desires and I have glimpsed yours too. I thought tonight we could fulfill all our desires.” Your head spun quickly to look at Loki who smiled with wicked desire. ”Yes my dear, as much as I am possessive over your body, I also like to share”. “I also can admire a fine male specimen as the captain and I admit, I have been dying for a look at…how did Tony call it…Americas Ass?” You felt you blood light on fire and new desires awaken with through to about Loki and Steve. You were drenched and about ready to beg, however it seemed the Captain needed a bit more convincing.

Steve blushed harder, then and opened his mouth to protest. Loki had anticipated this and quickly cut the Captain off using the famous silver tongue. You knew what that voice did to you, Steve was fucked, maybe literally.

“Come on Captain. This is the 21st century right? I know you have had other sexual experiences before. This is but another step into relinquishing control to pleasure. Don’t you deserve some pleasure Captain?”

Steve looked torn between righteousness and lust. You finally found your voice as neediness rushed into you. You turned to Steve and put your hands on his chest caressing his pecs. You let out an involuntary groan of appreciation. You looked up at him through your lashes again, “Steve, please, I want you, we want you.” You words seems to break the Captain and he put his hands on your hips and his eyes darkened as the red from his cheeks faded.

Loki chuckled darkly into your ear and pushed you into Steves arms. You looked up and suddenly Steve’s mouth was on your own. Tentatively at first but, a soft moan escaped your throat and Steve’s kiss became fiercer, prying your mouth open with his tongue. You got lost in kissing him. He was demanding and controlling, something you didn’t expect from sweet Steve Rogers.

You felt Loki slide up behind you as you both broke away. “She’s very compliant you know.” You moaned lightly when Steve began kissing down your neck as Loki nipped the other side in tandem. You felt like you were in heaven stuck between two gorgeous and powerful men both leaving their marks.

Eventually Steve and Loki pulled back, you whined at the loss. “Ah ah pet, patience. You know the rules about whining. Now explain to the Captain our special relationship and what you desire” Loki punctuated his words with a sharp thrust of his hard, covered cock into your ass pushing you into Steve who groaned at the contact. Both men were very aroused and you felt yourself nearly soak through your pants.

“Steve…” you squeaked out. Clearing your throat you tried again “Steve, Loki is my Master in the bedroom and I follow his rules. I only call him Master and do as he tells me…” Steve cut you off. “I know what a dominant and submissive relationship is y/n”. He spoke deeply. “Yes you do, don’t you Captain. Precisely why I asked you here. I think together we can bring our little submissive to great heights of pleasure, along with ourselves of course. So what do you say hmm?” Loki spoke hungrily.

You looked at Loki and smiled then turned your head to Steve. He looked conflicted again so you lightly grasped his cock through his pants both of you moaning at the contact. Something in Steve finally said seemed to snap as he roughly grabbed your hand “Princess, you don’t get to touch unless I give you permission” he growled.

Loki laughed quietly and your breathing became harsher. Loki backed away from you as Steve grabbed your ass roughly though your jeans. “Princess, I think your wearing far to many cloths. Take. Them. Off.” Steve demanded and you nearly came on the spot.

Both Loki and Steve were watching you with demanding eyes as you slowly peeled off your layers getting more and more aroused as you watched the two men’s eyes full with lust, their pants straining to contain their arousal.

Once you finished, Loki stripped off his shirt and demanded you help the Captain with his. You peeled off his shirt slowly, admiring the taught flesh beneath. Once over his head you whined, needing your men to pick up the pace. “Please Stev.…” “it’s Captain” he interrupted, harshly. You felt a pulse between your legs and your core clenched hard, causing you to moan.

“Please Captain, can I touch you?” You asked. Steve nodded and you dove in touching and kissing all over his chest. You started at his pecks where you traced them first with your fingers then with your mouth. You moved lower to his abs. You had dreamt about touching those abs for a long time. Feeling bold you decided to nip along his flesh. He groaned loudly and wrapped his hand in your hair. You moved back up to play with his nipples. You sucked on one while pinching and rubbing the other, switching frequently. You gave them both a soft kiss before moving on.

Steve moaned and pulled you back by your hair. He spun you around to face Loki who was watching while rubbing his clothed cock. “Do the same thing to him” Steve whispered in your ear while walking both of you the few steps to Loki. Steve let your head fall to Loki’s chest but grabbed and locked your arms behind your back. You were trapped with nothing to do but what he demanded. You were in bliss. You lowered your head and licked and sucked on Loki’s chest from neck to abs.

Where Steve was all hard muscle Loki was lean. Both you enjoyed immensely especially as Steve was marking up your neck while Loki moaned at your mouth on his nipples.

Suddenly their pants were gone and your arms were released only to braced yourself on Loki as Steve dropped to his knees and quickly pulled your legs apart. The Captain dove in between your thighs, you barley had time to register what was happening before Steve’s tongue was licking a stripe up your most sensitive parts.

You yelped so loudly you worried the whole tower would hear you. Loki began teasing your sensitive breasts when you felt his other fingers playing with your ass, moving closer to your hidden hole.

Suddenly you knew how the night was going to end and that Loki had figured out your most secret desire. As you felt Loki playing with your asshole, you were distracted by Steve’s mouth. He was licking up and down your cunt and every few swipes would roughly suck on your clit making your legs weak. When he suddenly pushed two fingers inside you, you legs gave out and Loki caught you.

“I think we need to move to the bed Captain. I’m afraid her weak mortal legs won’t hold up under the pressure”. Steve nodded and you were tossed on the bed like some cavewoman. You felt your juices leaking down your thighs as Steve and Loki loved on each side of you. You were maneuvered onto your side facing the Captain.

Steve reinserted his fingers quickly adding another. That had you moaning and gasping like a bitch in heat. You felt Loki’s finger inch toward your cunt and joined Steve’s fingers inside you.

All three of you moaned then and you nearly came from the stretch. Loki swirled his fingers, gathering your slick as Steve pumped his slowly in and out, making sure to curve his fingers. Steve’s mouth reclaimed moth and kissed you like a starving man as Loki’s finger retreated to your ass. You felt him swirl his long digit and slowly began to spear you with it. It felt strange at first but as he continued you felt your asshole tingle pleasantly.

Loki began slowly fucking you with his finger, syncing up with Captain. “Uhhh…Captain…please..” you weren’t even sure what you were begging for but you needed more. Steve stuck another finger in you right as Loki did and you came without warning. The mental image of 6 fingers pleasuring you threw you over the edge, screaming.

Loki chuckled while Steve moaned at the tightness on his fingers. “Well well pet. Seems like you are very receptive tonight” Loki chuckled darkly, “Princess, you need to ask permission to come. Next time you do that, we’re gonna punish you.” Steve replied. While that sounded good to you, right now all you wanted was to be filled like never before.

You panted “please, I need…I need you both in me right now”. You felt a brief cold wind as Loki rolled away and grabbed lubrication. You noticed how swollen his cock was and you shivered in anticipation. You moaned again as Steve pulled you up from the bed, you wrapped your legs around his waist.

You noticed Loki from the corner of your eye, stroking his cock lightly. Steve lifted you lightly as he started to stuff you full of his monster cock. You gasped as he began filling and stretching. You were used to Loki, who was by no means small but Steve was thicker than you thought possible. When he bottomed out in you, you noticed mouth was open in a silent moan, breaths coming out in short pants.

Steve held you there allowing you to adjust but once you had he didn’t move. You tired to shift your hips but he held you still. You started to grunt and rock to urge him on when you felt Loki’s cock at your other entrance. You stiffened slightly, excited but nervous. Steve felt you clench and drew your attention away by laving your nipples, sucking them first into his hot mouth then pulling them slightly.

Once Steve felt you relax he nodded to Loki. You felt Loki begin to slide his length into your ass. “Relax” he whispered and you complied, choosing to focus on The Captain for the moment. You were nervous because Loki was also, well endowed, and you weren’t sure if your body could handle it but you were more than happy to find out. Knowing that learning could, and would, be a pleasurable experience.

He slid in slowly and the suddenly the feeling of being totally full overwhelmed you. You were babbling and gasping nonstop as Loki filled you slowly. Once he had also bottomed out, the three of you stood for a minute panting in unison like you had just run a marathon.

Suddenly, Loki grabbed Steve by the back of his head and slammed his mouth on his own. You watched as the men made out violently and your inside clenched. They both pulled away groaning at the feeing. “Seems like our Princess liked that Loki” “I would agree with you Captain, I think she has had enough time don’t you think?”

Steve nodded and with silent agreement taking a second to kiss Loki once more before both men started pulled out slowly. The delicious friction of both cocks inside you was making you see stars. You screamed, like horror-movie porn-star screamed when they both slammed back into you at once. As they continued to fuck you, a pattered emerged.

Steve would thrust into you as Loki pulled out and visa versa. You were being constantly bounced back and forth on two huge, throbbing cocks. The volume in the room increased as both men sped up.

You were the loudest, yelling their names “CAPTAIN! Ugh MASTER!”. The sounds of flesh slapping and voiced pleasure continued steadily until you felt the tightening in your navel ready to explode. “Master…Cap…I’m gonna cum” you remember right before you feel off the edge.

You suddenly screamed out your orgasm as Steve flicked you clit and Loki pinched your nipples hard. Both men groaned loudly as you clenched tightly, like a hot, velvety vice on their cocks. You felt something warm gushing inside both your holes as the men fucking you filled you with their seed. You felt yourself scream again but no sound came as had screamed yourself hoarse.

For a moment, time seemed to stop as the three of you worked through your orgasms. Eventually, you felt a shift as the men got you and themselves down on the bed both cocks still nestled deeply inside you laying you gently on your side. Loki knew you like to keep his cock inside you after orgasm as he rarely deflated after cuming. You were surprised Steve didn’t pull out as well but less surprised that he also didn’t deflate.

As you three lay panting and your aftershocks continued to pulse through you you felt Steve move you head to his as he kissed you sweetly. Loki was kissing your neck and shoulders lovingly. As everyones breathing returned to normal you grinned widely. “I can see that my pet is pleased, are you glad I can see into your desires?” You nodded emphatically and Steve chuckled lowly. “I guess I can say the same then” Steve replied.

“Well I am very observant” Loki smiled. Suddenly you felt him shift “Now my pet, you must show the Captain your other rules as I believe this may become a regular thing.” You clenched hard at the thought of having both Loki, the God of Mischief and Steve, Captain America, pleasuring you regularly. You knew the night was far from over.

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Day 10: Cockwarming - Mafia!Stucky

Summary: You’re feeling needy and restless so Steve offers you something to suck on, much to Bucky's amusement.

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, praise kink, oral (m receiving), dribbling, cockwarming, subspace (kinda), needy!reader, teasing, dom/sub Bucky teases Steve

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“Hey boss, the meeting was a success as per usual; Starks agreed…” Bucky’s voice trailed off as he froze in the middle of the office. His thick brows furrowed in confusion as he turned on the spot as if what he was searching for would suddenly appear. It was too quiet and empty, eerie either.

Steve’s expression was displaying anything but those emotions. The mafia leader looked relaxed, slumped as far back into his giant leather chair, verging on the point of looking unprofessional and dishevelled. Bucky stepped closer to his boss, who finally looked away from under the desk to his boyfriend with a deep smirk on his parted lips, his hand disappearing to where his eyes had once been under his desk.

Bucky rested his hands on his hips, moving back his suit jacket as he gave Steve a questioning gaze with his eyes squinting and head tilted to the left. “Where did she go, Steve?”

“Aren’t you supposed to call me Boss when we’re in the office?” Steve retorted arrogantly, raising one of his dark blonde eyebrows towards his second in command. Bucky gave him a deadpan stare, which caused Steve to chuckle and explain, “She’s being a good girl. After you left for the meeting, she wouldn’t sit still; she said she felt needy and wanted something to do, so I gave her something to suck on.”

As Steve explained your current predicament, your body reacted with the slightest hint of embarrassment, even though it wasn’t uncommon for you to be doing something with either Steve or Bucky in a sexual way. Face warmed and throat constricting, you tried to curl further into a ball in an attempt to make yourself smaller as if Bucky or Steve could see through the thick oak desk. In truth, for the majority of the morning, you’d been sitting with Bucky, his metal arm wrapped around your waist as your head rested sleepily on his shoulder. It had been a quiet morning, which meant you could needily cling to him, smell his ocean-scented aftershave and do nothing but tip in and out of sleep.

Steve had been working at the desk next to Bucky’s and would occasionally come over to kiss the top of your temple and cup the back of the brunette man’s head affectionately. Eventually, though, Bucky regretfully had to fulfil his role within the gang and had to attend a meeting, even after you begged and held onto his arm with a childish pout but reluctantly let him go. This was where your eyes turned to your very busy boss of a boyfriend whose lips had quipped up in the corners because he knew you were internally battling whether to come over and interrupt him or to sit there and sulk.

Five whole minutes passed before you gave up the battle and tiptoed over with your arms behind your back, nibbling on your lower lip, trying to think of the words to say without sounding pathetic and whiny. Steve thankfully moved his chair back to give you space to climb into his lap, accepting the hand he outstretched to help you sit sideways on his muscular thighs.

“Everything okay, beautiful?” he asked whilst pecking your cheek as your fingers delved into the soft hair at the nape of his neck, playing with it and soothing yourself and him.

Your lips pressed into his neck, right over his thumping pulse, as he moved the chair closer to the desk to continue working. “Yeah, I just need some warmth, and you are definitely filling in that role for me; sorry for interrupting you whilst you’re working”.

Steve had to refrain from sighing as he stroked down your spine and implored, “Baby, you know you’re never interrupting me whilst I’m at work. I’d drop everything if you told me to, you know that”.

Smiling against his skin, you thanked him with a kiss to his stubble jaw and relaxed into his hold, feeling yourself becoming sleepy before long. However, that only lasted for half an hour as you became unsettled, antsy almost as you kept shuffling around in Steve’s lap, needing to find something to do. You tried stroking through his hair, playing with the end of his tie so your fingers were occupied, and even moving into different positions so that you could watch what the infamous Steve Rogers did during his working day.

The endless emails and maps had your eyes dropping and dullness returning. “I’m bored”, you pout whilst tilting your head to look at the blonde man who was trying to hold back his grin, knowing this was coming. Sometimes, when you were in one of these unsettled moods, you were similar to a puppy and needed stimulation.

“Why don’t you put that pretty mouth to good use”, Steve suggested, his voice husky and low. It was supposed to be a joke, something that would earn him one of your beautiful grins; he hadn’t anticipated the sly smirk, and you began to slide off his lap. Steve shuffled back to give you some more room as you disappeared beneath the desk, which was a warm, dark hole with enough space to fit into.

Pushing apart his big, meaty thighs, you knelt between them, resting your hands whilst rubbing up and down on the muscles. You gave him a quizzical, thoughtful look, chewed on your bottom lip, “Do you want me just to give you a blowjob, or could I just sit with it in my mouth? I think I just need something to distract me so I can cockwarm you while you work. Is that ok?”

Steve tried not to groan at your sweet little voice, acting all innocent when you asked such a dirty question. Lifting his hand, he rested his palm against your cheek and agreed, “You can do anything you want to me, honey.” Your eyes gleamed as your body rocked in a happy dance, not needing to say another word to him.

As your fingers began to undo his belt and zipper, Steve’s length began to harden and lengthen with each thump of his heart, the shaft filling with blood and arousal. As his cock kissed the air and was sprung free from the confines of his black suit trousers, you began to readjust your position, making sure to be as comfortable as possible. Your arse rested on the floor, finding it softer than remaining on your knees, and then your arms remained on either of his thighs.

Filling your mouth with saliva, you began by licking long strips from the base of his cock to the tip, covering his length so that it was moist. You loved everything about his cock and could stare at it instead to keep yourself occupied, especially when it moved on its own with the pulse of his arousal.

The tip of his cock pressed against your tongue as you took him into your mouth but only an inch or two and rested your face on his lap. Steve was so well endowed, so there wasn't any way that you'd be able to deep throat his entire length, but because you wanted to just rest with something in your mouth, you only needed his tip to suckle on and could still breathe easily through your nose.

His taste always drove you crazy, let alone the smell that had your core sparking away with your pleasure and wetness. You did nothing about it and just continued to lazily lick the underside when you needed to move or gentle, quick sucks. Steve’s hand rested heavily on the top of your head as he licked his lips, watching you find contentment with warming his cock with your mouth.

Attempting to return to work, he looked away from his love up to the laptop, but he couldn't pull his hand away from your head like he was using it to praise you with sweet pets to your cheek or run his fingers through your hair. His work became incredibly more impossible to complete the longer you warmed his cock; especially as every so often you had to move slightly to find comfort, which caused his cock to throb painfully, sending sparks to his balls. Due to the serum pumping through his veins, Steve could stay hard for hours, which was both a curse and a blessing. Great for when he was fucking you into a blubbering mess, making you cum over and over, but a curse when he was so hard and desperate to cum but couldn’t because his body thought he needed to keep going.

For now, you were happy, so he was happy, but he wanted nothing more than to fill your mouth with his cum, making you swallow every drop. It also became a little game for him: how long could he keep you like this before you either asked to stop, fell asleep, or eventually orgasm and needed to rest?

As time ticked by, your jaw muscles ached slightly from keeping your mouth open and resisting the urge to naw down on Steve. You were also half asleep, feeling drowsy, eventually giving up on trying to stop the saliva dripping from the corner of your mouth as it pooled onto Steve’s trousers.

Eventually, your other boyfriend returned from the meeting, not that you were aware at first; it was only when Steve began to talk that you realised he was talking to Bucky. This was when you started to feel somewhat embarrassed at being caught lazily sucking off Steve because you’d been so unsettled with Bucky being gone.

A knock against the top of the desk disrupted your train of thought. Bucky began to talk loudly enough that you could hear as he asked, “You alright down there, Doll? Need a pillow or anything?”

You mumbled the words, ‘No, I’m fine’ around Steve’s dick which throbs and earned a deep groan from the mafia boss. The tips of his fingers dug into your scalp as he clearly enjoyed the vibrations that your tongue and mouth caused.

Bucky smiled broadly, showing all his teeth as he noticed his boyfriend's reactions. Reaching forward, he wrapped his knuckles against the desk again with a knock, which in turn had Steve frowning at Bucky, knowing he was going to ask another question.

“What’s he doing down there? Is little Steve still standing to attention?”

You couldn’t help but smile around the referred-to cock, nodding this time before confirming your answer with a gargled ‘yes’.

“Fuck!” Steve gruffly shouted with his head tipping back in a clear display of pleasure as he thrust his hips so his cock pushed deeper into your mouth. “Bucky, stop. I’m going to cum if she keeps doing that; you don’t understand how close I am already”.

Even though you felt somewhat proud of yourself for getting the mighty Steve Rogers to the brink of orgasm, and he hadn’t even complained about it once that he needed to cum. You still contemplated that it was funny that he was blaming Bucky for his current predicament rather than you, who continued with the gentle sucks, causing your cheeks to indent and tongue brush the area at the underside of his shaft.

Bucky continued to grin menacingly, not listening to Steve’s warnings and wanting to see how close he was, knowing there wouldn’t be any repercussions to his actions. Lifting his metal hand once more, he knocked against the oak, which caused the boss to huff in frustration, beginning to sweat along his temple. “Buck, seriously, she’d finding comfort in this, so can you fucking stop? I don’t want to ruin this for her”, Steve tried to reason with him.

The words and affection in his tone caused you to feel love and warmth as he was trying to refrain from orgasming so that you could be comfortable, even though it was probably paining him to be this hard and not find relief.

Bucky didn’t care and knocked slowly one more time, “You don’t mind, do you, Sweetheart? You could always come and suck my cock if you want to relax, isn’t that right?”

Excitement flooded through you to be able to pleasure not just one of your boyfriends but two as you animatedly answered, “Yes!” but this time, your head lifted off of Steve’s lap, moving his cock with you, but it still moved deeper to edge the back of your throat.

As soon as you moved and the flat of your warm tongue shifted against the underside of his sensitive spot, his hips thrust more harshly this time, and Steve’s grunts became louder and more desperate. You knew what was coming and made sure to move closer, tongue lapping and mouth tightening and sucking harder as thick white spurts of cum coated your throat. Steve’s hand fell from your head as you drank every single drip he had released with his orgasm.

Steve groaned your name like it was the only thing that mattered to him in the world, eyes closed and all thoughts only of your mouth on his cock. The apples of his cheeks were warm and pink from the effort he’d put into trying not to cum, but now that he had, he could try and compose himself.

Rubbing his hands over his face to wipe the sweat gathered there, he breathed deeply, releasing the air slowly as he composed himself.

On the other hand, Bucky was biting his lip, watching the man he loved come completely undone just a couple of moans by his favourite girl.

Tucking Steve’s softening cock back into his trousers, the man finally moved his chair back enough that he could try and help you to stand and pull back into his lap, kissing you feverishly and not caring that he could taste himself on your lips.

“Want me to repay the favour?” Steve asked under his breath as his hand slid up your thigh, but you shook your head with a genuine smile and explained that you were tired, which you were. Accepting this, he massaged over your legs and arms instead to try and remove the ache that had settled there from being kept beneath the desk in a squished position.

With the back of your hand, you wiped away the spit that still soaked your chin from where you’d dribbled as you turned to greet Bucky with a grin.

“Ready for round two?” Bucky asked as he slowly moved and stalked around the desk.

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Sad girl - fourteen

summary: James has an interesting new business proposal and one hell of a condition to deal with.

pairing: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader

warnings: cursing, Bucky’s smartass, the feelings, smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), sub Bucky if you squint.

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Nat had become her glam squad at this point, helping her get ready for every event she had to attend. Glam squad, shopping buddy, bodyguard, and friend were the titles that she happily wore. Both women were in the bathroom of Bucky’s D.C. condo, getting Doll ready for the party. Neither had even seen Steve, Sam, or Bucky since they’d arrived earlier that morning. She had gotten a text from Bucky to confirm the details for the night but not much else. It stung that he had gone back to short and formal messages after doting on her while he was away.

The ring boxes sat heavily on the counter, her stare focused entirely on them as she sat and let Nat do her hair. She hadn’t spoken the entire time and her usual chatter was missed by the woman doing her hair.

“Rethinking your decision?”

“What?” she blinked at Nat through the mirror, “Oh no just confused I guess. He tried to be this macho asshole when he left but then acted like a loving husband while he was gone and now he’s back to being a dick.”

Nat hums in agreement as she gently rubs oil into the ends of the other woman’s hair.

“I thought making him work for my forgiveness would have him waiting for me with a room full of roses but this,” she shakes the phone in her hand, “this is what I get. No ‘how are you?,’ ‘how was the flight?’, nothing. Did I push him too far?”

Taking a deep breath and setting her hands on Doll’s shoulder, Nat meets her gaze in the mirror, “I think he genuinely felt bad for how he tried you and when you didn’t come running back to him, his ego got bruised and now he’s putting up a wall to prevent that from happening again.”

Her shoulders shag in Nat’s gentle grasp, “Oh my god and I got that dress and had that ring engraved and I had this whole plan for the limo. Oh my god what am I going to do?”

“Woah, woah what was the limo plan? You didn’t say anything about that.”

Looking rather sheepishly, she exposes her plan to Nat, “I had Steve arrange for us to have a separate limo to the party so I could… you know…”

Nat raises an eyebrow, “What? What were you going to do?”

“You know, dominate him because he did the same thing to me,” she mumbles weakly, not bothering to look at Nat’s surprised face.

“You were going to dominate him right before a senator’s party in his honor?”

She barely nods in confirmation and Nat squeezes her shoulders in excitement, “If that isn’t the hottest thing I’ve ever heard. You have to do that.”

It’s her turn to be surprised, turning her head to actually look at Nat, “What? You think it’s a good idea?”

“Of course I do. He needs someone to challenge him every once in a while. It might be good for his ego to be taken down a few pegs.”

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Seven o’clock on the dot and the limo pulled up in front of the condo. Before Bucky could open his door to get her, the other door opened and in a blur of white, she slid into the seat next to him.

“Bye Nat,” she wiggled her fingers in goodbye to the smirking redhead who returned her wave.

The partition instantly closed and it was just the two of them, the jewelry box in her lap, and a lot of unanswered questions. As the limp pulled away from the curb, she said nothing while she adjusted the necklaces around her neck. She had yet to even acknowledge Bucky and the anticipation is starting to itch under his skin. He’s staring at, eyes burning holes into her as he takes in her form. The corseted top perfectly hugged her chest, leaving enough hidden that he knew she would be the center of attention. The slit showed off the legs he had been dreaming of for the last week and the white against her skin gave her an angelic glow.

Feeling his burning gaze, she smirked to herself and removed the box from her lap to set them on the seat in the middle, “There’s your ring.”

She could see the gulp he took as he reached for the box and the accompanying look of shock when he saw what the ring was.

“I had my initials engraved on it. I have yours on my necklace so it’s only fair you wear mine too.”

She watches from the corner of her eye as he takes the ring out to inspect it further before sliding it on his ring finger.

“It looks good,” she finally looks over at him and sticks her hand out so he can get a look at her ring, “I think our rings make quite the pair, don’t you think?”

The diamonds sparkle under the passing lights, catching every ray of light that comes in through the darkened windows of the limo. He gently takes her hand, sending sparks through her, and turns it side to side to look at it. A small hum comes from him, voice stuck in the back of his throat.

“You can speak,” her voice is mocking at his silent state as she takes her hand back.

“Doll you look amazing. Better than I imagined,” it’s deep and gruff, filled with desire.

“I know,” it’s her turn to take in his form. She had half expected him to be wearing a uniform however she found him in a midnight blue three-piece suit complete with his usual watch and pearl bracelet.

“You look good too,” her simple compliment made him want to launch himself at her to get more out of her signature red lips, however, she’s faster than him.

She straddles him, causing him to make a surprised noise but it’s muffled by her hand covering his mouth. The look of surprise and lust is one she wants to cherish except she has a limited amount of time to enact her plan. His hands grip her hips tightly as her free hand pops the button of his slacks and slips inside his boxers. The feeling of her soft hand around him is too much and he throws his head back, moans and curses muffled by her hand still. The noises he makes cause a deep ache inside of her and her underwear are growing wetter by the moment. She fully takes him out and bunches her dress up so she can slide her underwear to the side. Sinking down on him both of them let out loud moans at the feeling. Satisfied with her position, she tightens the hand on his mouth and uses the other to put pressure on his neck.

“You really thought I would let you get away with trying to dominate me like that?” she purrs into his ear as she sets a slow and deep pace, dragging her hips at an achingly slow pace.

“You should know better than that. I told you I was in control but yet you had to test me, didn’t you? I should use you to get off and make you wait to cum until the end of the night,” she chuckles darkly as the man beneath her shakes and tries to plead against her palm.

“It’s cute you think you have a say,” she picks up her pace while the sound of bodies slapping against each other fills the air, “keep your hands on my hips and cum when I say.”

She removes her hand from his mouth to steady herself on his shoulder and filthy, loud moans pour out as they move against each other. As they approach the party, they both tense and chant the other’s name chasing their highs together.

“Cum for me Bucky, let go with me,” she demands of him as she pants.

A string of fucks and shits leave his mouth as they cum together. She rests her head on his shoulder as she catches her breath. She checks the time on his watch and slides off of him, both of them hissing at the feeling.

He watches her as she fixes her dress and checks her hair and makeup on her phone. Shooting him a small smirk, she makes a gesture to his pants, “Fix yourself. We’re almost at there.”

“Yes ma’am,” he says under his breath, tucking himself back into his pants and fixing his suit.

Just as they catch their breath, the partition slides down and the driver tells them that they have arrived. Taking his hand into hers, Doll says, “After you Sergeant.”

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As most politicians’ parties are, this one is especially stuffy and rigid, especially considering that it’s in someone’s home. The wannabe White House is filled with politicians, their less-than-happy wives, and enough security you’d wonder if there’s something more serious and sinister going on. Posing as the most perfect couple, Bucky and Doll had been arm and arm, dazzling everyone with their love-drunk smiles. Neither had made mention of what had happened in the limo however that is the first thing on his agenda when Bucky gets her alone.

Steve and Sam had wandered off some time ago but the line of pushy senators and their judgmental wives was slowly coming to an end. Same as the fundraiser weeks ago, the men were all too focused on Doll’s cleavage and the women left their hands on Bucky’s arm for far too long.

“James tells me you two got married a couple of weeks ago,” one overly dramatic woman had said, feigning joy at the couple.

“Oh yes, we did! It was a small ceremony but so perfect,” Doll responded, her left hand coming to his chest so the older woman could see her admittedly massive rings. At the sight, she’d wrinkled up her nose before whispering a “congratulations” and walking away.

“She acted like I sucked you off in front of her,” Doll says, watching the woman disappear into the crowd.

Chuckling, Bucky follows her eye line to the retreating woman, “We did come in looking less than presentable.”

“I made sure we both looked normal when we came in.”

“Speaking of that, care to explain?”

She can feel his blue eyes on the side of her face so she turns to look at him, “I made it pretty clear, didn’t I? I am not your submissive housewife. I’m in control just as much as you are and you needed a reminder of that.”

“Trying to assert your dominance then.”

“I’d say I was successful,” she says under her breath as Steve and Sam make their way back to the couple.

Bucky smirks, hand finding the middle of her back and smiles at the two approaching men. Steve informs them that the host wants to make a toast and that they need to make their way outside.

“You never told me why they were honoring you three for.”

“Guess you’ll have to wait and see,” he says while guiding her towards the backyard which is really a well-manicured garden.

“Jesus it looks like they live on the set of Bridgerton,” whispering to Bucky, her eyes wide taking in the elaborate hedges and rose bushes around them.

“Isn’t this what Anthony’s house looks like?”

“We lived in his apartment. It wasn’t until Morgan was born that Pepper decided they needed a house outside of the city and ‘away from the violence’ that they bought that house,” she explains, using air quotes around most of the statement.

His thought is interrupted by the host, a short older man in a violently blue suit, who begins to speak.

“Welcome everyone! My wife and I want to say thank you for joining us this evening,” he shouts over the crowd, greedily grabbing his much younger wife, “We asked you here to celebrate three very special gentlemen and what they have done for this country. Steven Rogers, Samuel Wilson, and James Barnes fought bravely for our country in Iraq together only to come back and continue to serve us selflessly. These three men have given most of their lives to protect their fellow American citizens and we can’t thank them enough. In addition to being fearless soldiers, they are also close friends of mine as well as many of you so let’s raise our glasses in honor of them. To Steven, Samuel, and James!” The crowd erupts into a cacophony of shouts, cheers, and hoorahs. Cameras flash, blinding the four as the senator poses with them, no doubt using their veteran and mercenary statuses to garner more votes and support.

In between photos, she leans over to Bucky to clarify their earlier conversation, “All this to show off his fancy toy soldiers.”

“Something like that.”

“Now I see why you’re such a controlling asshole, always under the thumb of smaller and weaker men.”

The hand on her hand shifts to harshly grab her waist, “Or I have a spitfire for a wife.”

“You wouldn’t have it any other way.”

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25. Accidentally In Love by Counting Crows

When Sam’s phone goes off, he’s half asleep on his couch, buried under a small mountain of blankets and too congested to even really hear it that well. He only notices because it’s face-up on the coffee table and the screen catches his eye when it lights up.

He extends a hand out from his blanket nest and picks up the phone, wincing at the bright light of the display.

It takes a second of squinting at the screen, but he finally manages to see that the notification is a text from Foggy: ‘any tips on how to handle your honors lit class? no subs available this morning so Hill has me covering’

‘Try not to show any weakness. They smell fear,’ Sam texts back. Then he adds, ‘There’s a Princess Bride DVD in the cupboard, you can get a key from Bucky.’

Foggy’s reply is predictably annoying: ‘does loverboy still think that you and me are dating? do I need to worry about him sabotaging my teaching in a fit of jealousy?’

Sam glares at the screen of his phone but it doesn’t do much, given that Foggy can’t see him. ‘Just for that you I’m not telling you where I put the Luhrmann Romeo + Juliet. You’ll just have to teach the ninth graders about iambic meter yourself next period.’

Foggy doesn’t get back to him for a while, which isn’t all that surprising. The beginning of the school day is hectic enough for a guidance counselor without having to unexpectedly cover another teacher’s class.

He stumbles to the kitchen to make himself tea, a blanket around his shoulders and his phone in his hand, but Foggy doesn’t reply for another twenty minutes. Sam’s head hurts too much for him to remember how neat the supply cupboard was, but he’s hoping it’s not so bad that Foggy’s just elbows deep in useless stuff.

After giving it another few minutes while he takes his next dose of cold medicine, he sends a text to check whether Foggy found what he was looking for.

The reply is immediate: ‘didn’t end up needing the dvd! I asked Bucky for the key and when he heard you were sick he said he’d handle it.’

‘Doesn’t he teach first period journalism?’

‘You’re sick so I won’t make fun of you for memorizing his schedule,’ Foggy writes, magnanimous as ever. Then: ‘there’s like five journalism students so he said he’d just combine them. said he could take your kids for the rest of the day too.’

Sam feels his jaw drop. Covering just one class is more than enough, but the entire day? When Bucky has almost a full slate of classes to teach, too? His face is suddenly all warm, and he’s at least fifty percent sure it’s not the fever.

His head is getting heavy again, and the screen is starting to hurt his eyes, but he manages to get a text out thanking Bucky for covering for him and assuring him that he can just put on movies for every single class.

He doesn’t have to wait long at all for the reply. ‘You’re welcome, Wilson. Now get some rest and stop worrying about your classes; they’ll be fine.’

Yawning widely, Sam types out a quick reply and takes Bucky’s advice, pulling the covers over his head and quickly falling back asleep.

Not having to field questions for subs or keep an eye on his email for questions from concerned students means that Sam isn’t repeatedly getting up when he’s supposed to be resting, and when he emerges from his blanket cocoon that afternoon, he can stand without getting dizzy for the first time in two days.

He celebrates by dragging himself into the shower, where the steam and the decongestant make it so that he regains his sense of smell, however briefly, and he feels more like a person than he has since Friday.

There’s probably an argument to be made for going back to bed, but Sam has never been great at being still, so he throws in a load of laundry and cleans up a bit while he’s on his feet. He’s about to make dinner, too, but then Sarah gives him a talking-to and makes him promise to order food instead, and Sam understands that she will instinctively know if he crosses her.

Sam already has the app open, scrolling through his options when his doorbell rings. For a second, he thinks that Sarah figured she couldn’t trust him to follow through and just ordered the food herself. Normally, he wouldn’t put it past her, but she’s getting the boat ready for a charter tomorrow, so he can’t imagine that she had the time or the cell service.

A peek through the curtains answers the question, though: there’s a familiar sedan parked in Sam’s driveway, a peeling Rutgers decal on the rear windshield.

“If you’re bringing me work to grade, I’m going to sneeze on you,” he declares, as he opens his front door to find Bucky waiting outside.

“I’m not a monster,” says Bucky, looking mildly offended at the thought. “How are you feeling?”

“Better,” says Sam. “I can probably be back in tomorrow.”

Bucky narrows his eyes. “Or you could take a second sick day and actually get better instead of running yourself down again.”

“We’re supposed to be working on that stupid archival project tomorrow,” says Sam. “If I get another sanctimonious email from John about prioritizing my tasks, I’m gonna have an operatic meltdown in the middle of his classroom.”

“Entertaining as that would be, there’s probably another way,” Bucky says. “I’ll handle Walker for now. You just worry about getting better.”

Sam could probably push back if he really wanted to, but he can’t bring himself to be mad about Bucky looking out for him. “Okay,” he says, and Bucky’s eyebrows go up in surprise.

“Really? It’s that easy?”

“I blame the cold medicine,” says Sam. “I’ll be a pain in the ass again on Wednesday, I promise.”

Bucky smiles. “I look forward to it.”

“Well,” says Sam, after they’ve both been silent for a moment. “Thanks for coming to check on me; I really–”

“Wait!” says Bucky, and Sam stops in his tracks, eyebrows raised in question. “I didn’t just come to ask how you were doing. I, um– I wanted to bring you this, too.”

He holds out what Sam now realizes is a bag from the Thai place near the school.

“I would’ve made you soup myself, but I had to stay late with the yearbook kids, and my Ma would kill me if I half-assed her chicken soup recipe, but I know you like this place, so…”

Sam looks from Bucky to the bag of food and back, his eyes wide. “Thank you,” he says, and he can feel how soft his voice has gone around the edges. He probably should make some kind of joke to restore the natural order of things, but he can’t bring himself to do it. “You didn’t have to, Bucky, seriously.”

“I know,” he says, with a little shrug. “I wanted to.”

“Oh,” is all that Sam can manage to get out. “Okay.”

“It’s cold,” says Bucky, once Sam takes the bag of food out of his hands. “I should let you get back inside.”

He starts down the steps and Sam only belatedly remembers to call out, “I’ll see you on Wednesday!”

“See you then,” says Bucky, turning to face Sam and taking the last few steps to his car backwards. “Oh, and thanks for calling me cute!”

Sam feels his eyebrows lift in surprise. He wracks his brain to go over the last five minutes of conversation, but he comes up empty. “Wait, what?”

But all that Bucky does is hold up his cell phone before opening the door to his car. “Night, Sam!”

Suddenly, Sam remembers sending a text earlier today, clouded by the haze of exhaustion and cold medicine. His eyes go wide.

He didn’t, did he?

It’s only Sam’s dignity that keeps him from sprinting for his phone, staying in the doorway until Bucky’s car pulls away.

The second his headlights disappear, Sam throws the door shut and hurries to where his phone is charging on the kitchen counter. It takes two tries for him to unlock it with his face, and then he’s swiping over to his texts, opening up his conversation with Bucky and reading back the last few messages.

His eyes go wide as he reads his own words back.

‘It’s so cute that you use semicolons in your texts,’ he’d said to Bucky. ‘You know I’m not grading these for punctuation right?’

‘Maybe I just want to impress you,’ Bucky had replied.

And then, because that wasn’t enough, apparently Sam had replied, ‘Maybe you already do.’

He’s pretty sure that he’s never recovering from this, but just to make sure he learns his lesson, he texts a screenshot to Foggy with the message, ‘COLD MEDICINE SAM CANNOT BE TRUSTED!!!’

Foggy just sends him back a bunch of cry laughing emojis in response.

#lest you think this is punctual...this prompt is from LAST YEAR #sambucky #the teachers AU is BACK y'all #zainab does ask meme things #hope this anon is still around. sorry it took literally a year.#my fic #spotify wrapped prompts #sambucky and co teachers au

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winters8child · 27 days

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It´s been a long, long time

Chapter 76

After we stormed out on Tony, we found ourselves seated in yet another office, this time with Sam. The room felt no different from the others—sterile, with the same bland decor and the faint hum of fluorescent lights. The blonde woman from earlier entered, her movements smooth and unhurried. She handed Sam a receipt listing our confiscated gear.

“Bird costume? Seriously?” Sam grumbled, squinting at the receipt in disbelief.

The woman raised her hands in mock surrender, her expression calm but amused. “I didn’t write it,” she replied, her voice light with a hint of a smile. Then, her eyes shifted to me, and she offered a warm, friendly grin.

“I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Sharon. It’s so nice to finally meet you,” she said, extending her hand. Her grip was firm but soft when I reluctantly shook it, feeling an odd twinge of unease.

So, this was her—the woman I’d assumed was cozying up to Steve. She was undeniably attractive, the kind of pretty that set off alarm bells. A subtle, understated beauty that could easily make anyone feel a pang of insecurity. Or maybe it was just my own bitterness creeping in, tainting my thoughts.

Steve’s gaze was locked on the monitors, his expression tense as the screens displayed a live feed of Bucky and the psychologist assigned to evaluate him. The room was thick with the weight of unspoken concerns.

“I’m not here to judge you,” the shrink said, his voice calm but probing as he leaned forward slightly. “I just want to ask you a few questions. Do you know where you are, James? I can’t help you if you don’t talk to me, James.”

“My name is Bucky,” Bucky responded, his voice steady, but there was a hint of defiance in it that sent a shiver down my spine. My heart jumped at the sound of his name, spoken with such conviction. It was like hearing a piece of the real Bucky emerge from the shadows of his past.

Steve frowned, his thoughts clearly racing, before he turned to Sharon. “Why would the Task Force release this photo to begin with?” he asked, his tone edged with frustration.

Sharon’s brows knitted together in thought. “Get the word out, involve as many eyes as we can?” she suggested, her voice carrying a note of uncertainty.

Steve nodded, a grim understanding settling in. “Right. It's a good way to flush a guy out of hiding. Set off a bomb, get your picture taken. Get seven billion people looking for the Winter Soldier.”

I perked up at that, a spark of realization in my voice. "Do you think someone might be framing him to draw him out?"

Sam shook his head slowly, a trace of frustration in his expression. "We looked for the guy for two years and found nothing."

I shrugged, a hint of sarcasm creeping into my tone. "Well, you didn’t exactly bomb the UN."

Sharon’s gaze shifted to me, her frown deepening. "Yeah, but even if someone did bomb the UN to flush him out, it wouldn’t guarantee that the person who framed him would find him. It just ensures that we would."

The realization hit us like a wave—something was seriously wrong, and the psychologist was somehow involved. Just as the gravity of the situation settled in, the room was abruptly plunged into darkness.

"Sub-level five. East Wing," Sharon said urgently, her voice edged with panic as the emergency lights flickered on, casting an eerie, intermittent glow.

We bolted out of the room, adrenaline pumping, as chaos erupted around us. People rushed past, their faces illuminated by the erratic emergency lighting, all scrambling to figure out what was happening. The sound of hurried footsteps and muffled shouts filled the corridor as we raced toward the East Wing, the urgency of the situation pressing heavily on us.

But by the time we arrived, it was already too late. The hallway was a grisly sight: guards sprawled on the floor, some lifeless, others writhing in pain. The air was thick with the metallic tang of blood and the acrid scent of fear.

In the midst of the chaos, the psychologist lay on the ground, his pleas for help a desperate, pitiful sound. I didn’t waste a moment. My heart pounded as I charged forward, stepping over the fallen bodies with grim determination.

Reaching the psychologist, I seized him by the lapels of his jacket, yanking him up with a brutal force. His eyes widened in terror as I slammed him against the wall, the impact echoing through the corridor. “What have you done? What do you want?” I roared, my voice a fierce mix of anger and desperation as I shook him violently, demanding answers.

“See an empire fall,” the psychologist sneered, his lips curled into a smirk as he stared up at me with twisted satisfaction. His words were a taunt, even as I let him drop to the ground, a surge of frustration coursing through me. I wished desperately that I had my knife on me, if only to give him a taste of his own medicine.

As I turned away from the repugnant figure, a sudden, fierce force slammed me back against the wall. The impact rattled my bones, and I looked up to see Bucky’s face contorted with rage. His hands were like iron grips around my throat, cutting off my air.

Steve lunged toward us, shouting, “Bucky, stop!” But his efforts were in vain as Bucky’s metal arm lashed out, sending Steve crashing to the floor with a jarring thud. The force of the blow left Steve sprawled, struggling to regain his footing while Bucky’s grip tightened around my neck, his fury palpable.

“Bucky, it’s me!” I choked out, my voice barely a rasp as I struggled to breathe. His grip was unyielding, his eyes clouded with a fierce, unrecognizable anger.

Just when I thought I might lose consciousness, Steve reappeared. He charged forward, his face set in a determined grimace. With a powerful kick to Bucky’s side, Steve sent him sprawling backward, the force of the blow making Bucky crash into the wall and release me in the process.

I crumpled to the floor, gasping for air, my hands scrabbling at the cold, hard ground. Each breath was a laborious effort, and I coughed violently, trying to reclaim my stolen breath. On all fours, I fought to steady myself, the taste of fear and adrenaline sharp on my tongue.

Bucky was back on his feet in an instant, his movements driven by a primal intensity as he lunged at Steve. The two of them collided in a whirlwind of fists and fury, their punches landing with bone-jarring force as they fought their way through the narrow, chaotic halls.

Desperate to intervene, I sprinted after them. As I closed the distance, I leapt onto Bucky’s back, wrapping my arm around his neck in a desperate attempt to subdue him. My heart raced with the realization that I didn’t want to hurt him, but if I didn’t stop him, he’d end up killing both Steve and me.

But Bucky was relentless. With a powerful surge, he used his metal arm to pry me off, the strength of his grip sending me crashing into the wall with a jarring impact. Pain exploded through my body, but there was no time to dwell on it. As I slumped to the ground, Bucky turned back to his brutal assault, resuming his relentless barrage of kicks and punches against Steve, who struggled to defend himself amidst the relentless onslaught.

Bucky had Steve cornered against the elevator doors, his rage unfettered as he pummeled Steve with relentless force. With one final, devastating punch, Bucky’s blow shattered the elevator doors, sending Steve tumbling down the dark, gaping shaft. He looked back at me one last time and disappeared in the hallway to his right.

My heart leapt into my throat as I scrambled to my feet, urgency driving me to the edge of the shaft. I peered into the abyss, straining to see through the dim light. “Steve!” I called, my voice echoing off the steel walls.

From the darkness below, Steve’s voice floated up, strained but resolute. “I’m good! Go after him!” he urged, his words laced with determination as he began to climb the walls of the shaft with grim determination.

Without hesitation, I turned and bolted after Bucky, my mind racing with the need to stop him before he could cause more damage.

I burst into the lobby, and the chaos unfolded before me. Bucky was engaged in a fierce battle, fending off several agents at once with a brutal efficiency that left little room for hesitation. The room was a whirlwind of movement, the agents’ shouts and the clatter of combat creating a frenetic backdrop.

In the midst of the fray, Tony was huddled behind a pillar, his eyes scanning the chaos as he clutched one of his gadgets that looked like a glove. With a swift motion, he activated it, sending a pulse streaking across the room. The pulse struck Bucky, who staggered for a brief, disoriented moment. It was a fleeting respite, though, as Tony wasted no time. He darted from his cover, intent on taking Bucky head-on.

I watched, a knot of anxiety tightening in my stomach. Tony’s bravado was admirable, but I knew, deep down, he stood little chance against Bucky’s raw strength. And as for me, I wasn’t sure if I’d fare any better.

Bucky seized a pistol from one of the fallen agents, his movements swift and purposeful. He raised the weapon, aiming it directly at Tony. Reacting quickly, Tony thrust his gloved hand toward the pistol’s muzzle, closing his hand around it to block the gun’s firing mechanism. The struggle was intense, Tony’s gadget pressing against the pistol’s mouth as Bucky fought to pull the trigger. With a frustrated growl, Bucky kicked Tony in the chest and sent him flying.

I sprinted forward, my heart pounding as I slid across the slick floor, my legs extended in a desperate attempt to trip Bucky. My foot connected with his, sending him crashing to the ground with a resounding thud.

Without hesitation, I scrambled onto his back, trying to restrain him. "Bucky, please..." I pleaded, my voice strained with desperation.

But Bucky’s response was swift and brutal. With a powerful elbow jab to my side, he sent me crashing to the floor, the impact knocking the wind out of me. I barely had time to recover before he seized me by the throat, his grip ironclad and unyielding.

Suddenly, Natasha appeared out of nowhere. She leaped onto Bucky’s back, her legs clamped tightly around his shoulders. She hammered at his head with her elbows, a determined assault aimed at breaking through his focus.

Despite Natasha’s relentless attacks, Bucky’s strength prevailed. He wrenched her off with a sudden, violent motion, tossing her through the air. Natasha hit a nearby table with a sickening crash, the wood splintering and breaking under the impact. The room was filled with the sharp sound of splintering wood and Natasha’s grimace of pain as she lay amid the debris.

I scrambled to my feet, heart racing as Bucky advanced on me again, his eyes blazing with fury. Desperation drove me to an idea, and I took a deep breath, trying to steady my trembling voice.

“There is more good in you than you know, child of the kindly West!” I shouted, backing up until my back hit the wall. I didn’t break eye contact, my gaze locked with his, trying to pierce through the haze of anger in his eyes.

Bucky halted abruptly, his face mere inches from mine. For a moment, the intensity of his gaze felt like a tangible force. He reached out with his metal hand, and I flinched instinctively, bracing myself for the fear that he might choke me.

Instead of choking me, Bucky’s metal hand gently cupped my face, his touch surprisingly tender. His face was so close to mine that I could feel the warmth of his breath against my skin. I stared into his intense blue eyes, the depth of his emotions almost palpable. His long hair fell disheveled across his forehead, adding a wild, haunting quality to the moment.

I closed my eyes, bracing myself for what I feared might come next, a kiss that would seal the fragile connection we had in that tense moment. But just as the tension reached its peak, Steve’s voice sliced through the silence. “Bucky,” he called out, his tone firm and urgent.

The sudden interruption jolted us apart. I staggered back, breathless and disoriented, while Bucky stepped away, his expression a mix of confusion and turmoil. Steve’s voice held a note of urgency, though it was unclear whether he had noticed the charged moment between us.

“We have to go,” Steve said urgently, his eyes flickering between Bucky and me, the gravity of the situation palpable in his voice. Sam appeared behind Steve, his gaze sweeping over the three of us. The air was thick with an unspoken tension, a charged energy hanging between us all.

After a moment’s pause, Sam spoke up, breaking the silence with a hint of resolve. “I know a place,” he said, his voice steady and practical despite the chaos around us.

As we turned to follow Sam, the weight of what had just transpired lingered, a reminder that our struggle was far from over.

Next Chapter

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jessybarnes · 2 years

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Unintentional Distraction

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Rating: 18+ Only!! Minors DNI!!

Tags: NSFW TITLE CARD!!!!, SMUT, filthy shameless smut (Lord help me if Sebastian ever sees this lmao.), fluff, Sebastian’s hands (is that a warning?), some talk about Civil War but I don't think there are any spoilers, fingering, squirting, multiple orgasms, oral (male receiving), unprotected sex, slight degradation, slight dom/sub, name-calling, hair pulling, biting, choking, overstimulation, explicit language, crying, teasing, and I think that's it.

Word Count: 3,805

Beta: T. Thompson

Title Card: Yours Truly

A/N: This was based on yet another TikTok and the encouragement of my amazing friend @madashatters18

It was way too early for your phone to be ringing, so you couldn't be blamed for the slight irritation in your voice. It was your day off and all you wanted to do was sleep past eight in the morning.

"Hello?"

So much for that.

"Y/N/N? I'm sorry to wake you up, love. I need to ask you a huge favor though."

You squinted at your alarm clock, propping yourself up on your right arm. "Sara? 'S like six-thirty. What's wrong?"

She sighed and took a moment before responding. "You know that Marvel panel I was supposed to attend today?"

You groaned and sat up against your headboard, "you need me to go and film it for you, don't you?"

Sara gave a sound of affirmation as you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes. "You owe me. Where is it and what time do I need to be there?"

She squealed and you were suddenly thankful you had her on speakerphone. "Thank you thank you thank you! The panel starts at noon and it's at the Hyatt Regency hotel. The one right outside of downtown."

You hung up with her and set an alarm for nine before sliding back underneath your covers. If you were going to endure a thirty-minute long panel with a room full of people then you needed more sleep.

Two and a half hours later you reluctantly crawled out of bed and shuffled to your bathroom. A hot shower and six outfit choices later, you finally decided to wear your black cocktail dress and a pair of red stilettos. You straightened your hair and applied some makeup before grabbing your red clutch. Checking to make sure you had your driver's license, debit card, chapstick, and cellphone, you locked up and took the elevator down to your car.

Traffic was light and before you knew it you'd parked in the hotel's parking garage. The gentleman at the front desk gave you your credentials and a seat number, which happened to be in the middle of the front row.

Great, I'm gonna be right in their line of sight.

Taking your seat, you crossed one leg over the other and prepared your phone so it was ready to record. It was about ten minutes until noon and the conference room was buzzing with activity. There were four chairs spaced evenly, and a man with dark hair and glasses sat on stage right with a microphone in his hand. He smiled at the crowd and gestured to the empty chairs.

"Please welcome the directors of Captain America: Civil War, Anthony Russo, Joe Russo, and Bucky Barnes himself, Sebastian Stan!"

Everyone in the room, including you, applauded as three other men took to the stage. The first man also had dark hair and glasses. He was wearing dark blue jeans and a beige shirt with a black vest. Next to him was another man, but this one was a bit shorter than the other one. He had salt and pepper hair and wore all black. Finally, Sebastian, who apparently played the character, Bucky Barnes, took the seat next to the host. He was tall, probably around six feet, with longish brown hair and cerulean eyes. He was also sporting all black, but his jacket was leather.

You couldn't take your eyes off of him. He was gorgeous, and you silently thanked Sara for asking you to take over filming this panel. Oh, shit! That's right! Your eyes widened as you fumbled with your phone, accidentally dropping it in the process. It slid across the wood floor coming to a stop right in front of the stage.

Sebastian smiled softly, bent down to grab it, and held it out to you. If you could sink into the floor, you would.

"Th-Thank you."

He winked and your breath hitched. "No problem, darlin'."

Things went smooth for a little while, mostly standard questions about the film itself: how the idea of Civil War came to be, the way they reversed the roles of Captain Rogers and Tony Stark, and the process of incorporating Bucky to be the center focal of the film. You noticed Sebastian’s sense of humor right away. His little jokes about Bucky's metal arm and how waiting on the Russo's is kind of like waiting for Christmas making you giggle.

You'd never seen a Marvel movie, but you had to admit Bucky's backstory seemed quite interesting. Characters with a good dynamic and a damaged past always seemed to draw you in.

About seven minutes in, you found yourself continuously watching Sebastian’s hands. He fidgeted a lot, sure, but the fact that they were so large, and the thought of them touching you, made you squeeze your thighs together with want. God, this man was sexy without even trying.

He'd occasionally make eye contact with you, offering you a little smile each time, and it made you think that he was aware of the effect he had on you. It wasn't until about eighteen minutes in that your previous thought became a reality.

A woman was called on to ask a question and she directed it towards the Russo brothers. It had something to do with location, but you couldn't really be sure because it was apparent that Sebastian was teasing you.

He had to be. His ankle was draped over his left knee while his right hand rested in the crease where his leg was bent. He had his middle, ring, and pinky fingers stretched out, the tips of them tapping a staccato rhythm. The moment his index finger curled inward and moved in a come-hither motion you nearly moaned out loud. You were so focused on his movements that you didn't realize he was staring straight at you, watching you worry your bottom lip with your teeth.

When you finally moved your eyes back to his, he was smirking deviously.

Fuck! There was no way he wasn't reading you like a book right now.

The last half of the panel continued normally for the most part. It was hard to focus on the questions, but you did recall someone asking Sebastian what he'd say to Bucky if he had a chance to talk to him before he became the Winter Soldier.

He chuckled and said, "don't worry. It's gonna be alright." Then someone else asked one of those hard-to-answer questions. It was something along the lines of what they wanted for Bucky's future. Sebastian shook his head and the whole room gasped when one of the brothers said that he didn't have one.

The last few questions weren't directed at Sebastian, so, of course, he kept stealing glances at you. He was clearly flirting now, and it made you wonder what his plan was after this event was over.

You didn't have to wait long because the host finally announced the panel's end. Everyone clapped as the guests walked off stage and you were honestly surprised that Sebastian didn't give you any inkling that he wanted to continue your little cat and mouse game.

Well, at least you could pair your disappointment with the bottle of rosé in your fridge. Sending the video link to Sara, you followed the crowd of people towards the exit. Before you were able to push your way out the door someone tapped you on the shoulder.

"Excuse me, miss?"

You turned and met the eyes of the host.

"I was told to tell you that Sebastian would like to meet you."

You blinked, "he um…he does?"

He nodded and pointed to the curtain they went behind just moments ago.

"Yeah, if you go through there and hang a right you'll come to a hallway. His green room is the second door on the left."

You looked at him for a few seconds before slowly making your way across the room. The closer you got the more your legs shook, and by the time you were outside the door all you could hear was the loud thumping of your racing heart. You knocked lightly, picking at your nails in anticipation.

"It's open!"

His voice made you shiver as you opened the door with a shaky hand.

The room was cozy, probably ten by ten, and was well lit. There was a table with an assortment of finger foods, soft drinks, and champagne, a flat screen TV mounted to the wall, and a coffee table surrounded by two chairs and a couch, which Sebastian was sitting on. The way he was staring at you made it hard to maintain eye contact with him. You weren't scared per se, but everything about his demeanor exuded dominance.

"What's your name?"

It was a simple question. You shouldn't even have to think about it, considering it's been a muscle memory answer since you were a toddler. The thing was, this was not a normal situation, and right now your brain has decided that it no longer wants to participate in this conversation.

You heard him get up, his shoes making a soft sound on the floor as he stalked toward you. He was so close now, the intoxicating smell of his cologne surrounding you making you dizzy.

"Look at me, doll."

As nervous as you were, you still did what he asked and slowly let your eyes travel up his body. Your gaze raked over his toned calves, thick thighs, narrow waist, broad shoulders, and finally his insanely beautiful face.

"There's no reason to be scared. I don't bite...hard." He chuckled and watched as you played with your hands.

"I um…Y/N…"

Three words. Three little words were all you could manage and when his fingertips touched your arm it made your knees buckle a fraction.

"Jesus, you're shakin' like a leaf, sweetheart. C'mere. Come and sit with me."

He brought you to the couch and sat down, pulling you with him.

"Would you like something to drink? There's water, Diet Coke, Sprite, and some champagne."

You looked at your lap and licked your lips. "Just um…w-water is fine, thank you."

He poured you a glass and handed it to you, watching as you sipped at the cool liquid.

"So, I couldn't help but notice the way you were lookin' at me earlier." He took the cup from you and set it on the table, his thumb and index finger tilting your chin up. "Especially my hands. You seemed…quite focused on the way I moved them."

Your eyes were hooded, full of lust, as you nodded. "Well," his baby blues flicked down to your mouth, "I can assure you they move well in other ways too."

You whimpered and held your breath as he leaned in. "Just say the word and I'll stop, but," his thumb swiped your bottom lip, "I don't think you want me to."

Sebastian closed the distance and immediately slid his tongue against yours. The hand that wasn't cupping your cheek wandered south, grabbing underneath your left thigh. The moment you whimpered into his mouth his grip tightened possessively.

He pulled away, staring at your kiss-swollen lips for a moment before meeting your eyes. "Can I take this off of you?"

He was obviously referring to your dress, but the reaction time of your brain was practically nonexistent so you just nodded dumbly.

"Oh, princess," he chuckled, "I can't believe how wrecked you are right now. Can't even speak and all I've done is kiss you. I'll bet," he curled a section of your hair around his finger, "you're absolutely soaked."

Your eyes fluttered closed as a shaky breath fell from your parted lips. He stood and pulled you to your feet. "Turn around, baby."

Once your back was to him, he moved your hair to one side. "You have such pretty skin. So smooth and soft under my hands."

He planted a kiss right where your neck met your shoulder and that was the moment you finally found your voice. "...please!"

"Oh," he cooed, "there's that sweet voice. Tell me what you need, sweetheart."

Instead of answering him, you reached behind you to tug at the zipper. "Patience, Y/N," he admonished as he grabbed your wrist. "I'll give you what you want, but it's gonna be at my pace. Is that understood, doll?"

Fuck! You'd never wanted someone so bad in your entire life.

"Y-Yes…"

He leaned down right next to your ear, "yes what?"

You whined as another wave of arousal made your panties even wetter. "Yes, sir."

"Good girl."

He slid the zipper down torturously slow, your newly exposed skin erupting in goosebumps. Sebastian made a low appreciative hum at the sight of your matching bra and panty set.

"I like this color on you, baby. Can't wait to see you in more though. I bet you'd look absolutely stunning in red."

Your mind was still trying to process the fact that he'd just insinuated there was going to be a 'next time', so you couldn't help the needy moan when he began peppering kisses between your shoulder blades.

"Mmm, that was a pretty sound," his teeth nipped at the base of your neck making you suck in a sharp breath. "Gonna have to see if I can make you do that again."

"Sir, please… please touch me."

He smirked against your skin. "I am touchin' you, sweet girl."

Now there was no doubt in your mind. This man was trying to kill you.

"T-That's not…I need…"

He laughed softly, "I told you to be patient, honey. I'm busy admiring what I've decided is now mine."

His words made your brain short circuit and you were about to start begging for more when you felt his fingers slide the dress over your shoulders. Gravity took it to the floor leaving you almost bare to him.

"As much as I love the way lace looks on you, I have to admit it'd look even better on the floor."

Once he was done undressing you, except for your red pumps, he turned you back around to face him.

"Beautiful," he breathed.

His kiss was bruising, possessive like he was marking his territory. His left hand trailed down over the pulse point of your neck, barely grazed your nipple, and finally came to a stop right above your clit.

"How bad do you wanna cum around my fingers, princess?"

You didn't answer right away so he got closer, his lips inches from yours. "I mean, if you don't want to then I can stop. We could watch a movie instead. How 'bout that?"

Your eyes shot open, the mere thought of him leaving you like this made your eyes fill with tears. "No! P-Please… I… I'm so… Sir, I can't… please. Just please!"

His right hand brushed a loose tear from your cheek, "oh, baby. Shh, I was just teasing."

He pressed a chaste kiss to your lips. "Don't worry about how loud you are. Let them hear. I want everyone to know who's making you feel this good."

He swirled one thick digit around your clit pulling a loud, desperate sound from your throat. "Jesus sugar, you're fuckin' dripping. Did I do all this? You really got this wet from watching me move my fingers?"

Your left hand gripped his bicep like it was a lifeline. "Yes! Yes, fuck, please! Please make me cum! Wanna cum so bad, sir! Want you t-"

He pushed your feet apart and cut you off with another kiss. "Breathe, baby. I'll take care of you, okay?"

Sebastian alternated between rubbing your clit to circling your entrance for a few minutes. It wasn't enough, but at least he was doing something. Finally, he shoved two of them inside you, starting a steady pace.

"Oh, fuck yesssss," you hissed and threw your head back.

"Yeah, honey? 'S that what you needed? Needed this pretty cunt stuffed full of my fingers?"

He quickly added a third one making your eyes roll back. "Oh, my god! Oh, f-fuck! More! Please I-I want more, sir!"

Sebastian took your bottom lip between his teeth and pulled. "You sure you can take all four, doll? I don't know if this tight little pussy can handle that much."

You dug your nails harder into the leather of his jacket, your moans now echoing throughout the room. "Fuck! Yes, just… - oh, god - … I can take it, sir!"

He stopped moving, his pinky rubbing along your folds until it was wet enough. There was a blunt pressure that made you squeeze your eyes shut, but soon Sebastian had four of his thick, long fingers buried inside you.

You clenched around them making him moan with you.

"Shit, honey. You love this don't ya? Love havin' me fingerfuck you like a needy little whore."

You cried out as he began moving again, the obscene sounds of how wet you were mixing with your desperate pleas for more. "Oh, god! You're gonna make m-me cum!"

Sebastian moved his hand faster, his fingers curling while he pressed his thumb against your clit. "Do it, Y/N. Drench my fuckin' hand, doll."

He scraped his teeth against the skin just below your ear and that was it. Your legs shook, his name a guttural scream as your cum coated his hand, your inner thighs, and the floor.

He held you up, kissing you breathlessly while aftershocks of the best orgasm of your life sparked through your body.

"That was so damn hot, baby. Got me hard as a fuckin' rock watchin' you squirt all over me."

You raised a shaky hand to his chest, "please I need it… please I need you inside me so bad."

Sebastian raised an eyebrow. "Listen to you, sugar. You sound so pretty begging for my cock. You want me to fuck that tight little hole, hm? Fill it full of my cum?"

You couldn't take it anymore. Dropping to your knees, you undid his pants just enough to free him and wrapped your lips around the swollen head.

"Son of a-, fucking hell, Y/N!"

He moaned sinfully and it only fueled your desire to hear it again. Taking him down your throat, you looked up at him and swallowed while swirling your tongue slowly.

"Oh, my fucking god, baby! Stop, honey I don't wanna cum yet. Sweetheart, stop-stop-stop I- fuck - babydoll…"

As much as you loved seeing him a babbling mess, the need for him to stretch you open was much greater.

"Fuck me until I can't remember who I am, sir."

He growled and pulled you to your feet. "Bend over. Hands on the wall. Now. I won't ask twice."

You didn't need to be told twice. He kicked his pants off and took off his leather jacket before coming up behind you. Sebastian grabbed one of your ass cheeks roughly and smacked it hard.

"I mean it. I want this whole hotel to hear you scream my fucking name. 'M gonna absolutely ruin you, princess."

The part of your brain in charge of forming a response was rendered useless as he snapped his hips upwards until they met the back of your thighs.

"Fuck, Sebastian!"

He didn't give you time to adjust, his fingertips holding onto you tightly as he pounded into you with reckless abandon. It was so good, he was so good, and you were one hundred percent certain everyone in a five-block radius knew it too.

"This what you wanted, doll? My cock stretching you open? Fuck, you feel good."

He smacked your ass again, the action making your walls contract around him. "Shit! Yeah, baby. That's it, Y/N… take it. Take my fuckin' dick."

You could barely breathe, let alone think straight. His filthy words, the sounds he made, the way he was slamming into your sweet spot, it was all too much.

"G-Gonna...Oh, fuck Sebastian!"

He gripped your hair and pulled your head back, the new angle making your vision go white. "Yeah? Gonna cum, princess? C'mon, give it to me. Soak my fuckin' cock, Y/N. Right fuckin' now!"

He held you by your throat and applied delicious pressure making your second orgasm crash into you with the force of a hurricane. A gush of slick covered him and your legs as you shook uncontrollably in his arms.

"FUCK! You're such a good fucking girl." He didn't stop, but his thrusts slowed considerably. "I know you've got one more, sweetheart."

You whimpered. "I-It's too much… I can't… Please, sir…want you to cum."

Sebastian moved the hand that wasn't around your throat to your clit making you thrash from overstimulation. "You're gonna give me another one. I know you can do it, sugar. Can feel this pretty pussy tightening around me."

The harder he fucked you the louder you got, and when he bit your neck you swore you were going to pass out. "That's right, doll. Scream. Scream my fuckin' name. You feel like heaven, Y/N, so warm and tight. Swear you were created just for me."

Sebastian turned your head to the side, clumsily kissing you as he sped up his movements again.

"That's it, honey. You can do it. One more. Gimme one more, baby. Oh, shit...shit, I'm gonna cum! Gonna fuckin' fill you up! C'mon, pretty girl, let go one more time for me. Fuck, Y/N! Fuck, I'm gonna…"

He came with an animalistic grunt, the feeling of him coating your walls sending you over the edge a third time.

Both of you were panting wetly against each other’s lips, a thin sheen of sweat covering your bodies as he pulled out of you.

"Jesus fuckin' Christ that was amazing. You did so well for me, sweetheart. You're perfect."

Words failed you. Hell, you could barely stand up, but you still gave him a blissed-out smile anyway.

"C'mere, love. Come sit and drink some water. I'll get you a blanket too."

Sebastian got you situated before putting his clothes back on. He sat next to you and pushed a few strands of sweaty hair out of your face.

"You with me, babydoll?"

Your head turned to the side, your eyes fluttering open as you looked at him. "Mmhmm. 'M sleepy."

Sebastian chuckled and unlocked his phone, "I promise you can rest soon, but for now, I need you to stay awake for me."

"Kay…," you took another drink and licked your lips. "Whatcha doin'?"

He tapped a few times on the screen before he answered you. "I just extended my hotel stay for four more nights."

You downed the rest of the glass and let it rest between you and the couch. "Why? Big plans?"

Sebastian smirked and pulled you in for a slow, passionate kiss. "Yeah," he breathed. "Big plans to fuck you over and over into the king-size mattress."

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sarahowritesostucky · 9 months

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📖"Blood Moon Rising"

Rated: Explicit

Pairing: Bucky x Steve

Tags: shrinkyclinks, werewolf au, omega Steve, Alpha Bucky, prison au, dub-con, non-con, werewolf sex, knotting, oral (m!rec), hand jobs, held hostage, age gap (40/26), mating, violence, bonding, Dom/sub elements, oral knotting

Summary: Bucky claims Steve in front of the pack. The wolves affect justice for the captive prison guards.

Part 2 - Claimed by the Alpha

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When Steve woke, Bucky was there in the cell with him. Steve inhaled and sat up so fast, he nearly toppled himself off the bed. He scrambled to compose himself, though it was a little late for dignity at that point, he supposed. The crappy little mattress pad slid on the concrete bench, and he hit the wall unpleasantly as he threw himself back to overcompensate. “Ow.”

Bucky, who was sitting on the cell’s desk stool, stayed seated and smirked until Steve righted himself. “Have a nice nap?” he asked.

“Worst of my life, actually.” Steve twisted his back to get his spine to pop. “You really have to sleep on these ‘beds’ every night?”

Bucky nodded. “Among other things.”

The solemnity in his voice caught Steve’s attention. There was a world of indignity in him, just barely peeking out. Whatever his crimes were, it was clear that a lot had happened to the alpha werewolf during his incarceration. Even though Bucky hadn’t given him many details, Steve could still see that much. He licked his lips and dared to ask again, “How long’ve you been in here? Really?” This time, he got a straightforward answer.

“Mmn. Just about twenty-six months, now.”

Jesus. “What for?”

“Assault with a deadly weapon.” Bucky paused, seemed to think about it, then added, “And indecent exposure.”

“And no trial?”

Bucky sneered. “Oh, I knew I wouldn’t get a trial. That part came as no surprise. No matter. I just needed a way in.”

Steve squinted. “What?”

“I. needed. in,” Bucky repeated, like Steve was stupid. “I got put in to be able to get my men out.”

Steve just sat there and stared, but then he realized that Bucky was being dead serious. “You … you’re telling me that you got yourself put in prison?” he asked dubiously. “On purpose?”

“I arranged it, yes.”

“How did you manage that?”

Bucky was relaxed where he sat, not overly eager to prove anything to Steve. He almost looked like he was suppressing a smirk at Steve’s expense. “Well, the assault was …” His eyes slid to the side as he considered his wording. “Let’s just say: I was dealing with a ‘pack problem’, and I made sure to do it in front of a local police precinct. Kill two birds with one stone, so to speak.”

“What was the ‘pack problem’?” Steve asked, oddly intrigued at the mental image of Bucky as a vicious werewolf, attacking someone … at the thought of him being shoved to the ground and arrested, his big arms roughly handcuffed behind his back, being hauled away, probably laughing the whole time like the puffed up bad guy that he was. Steve bit his lip. Bucky might've been a criminal, but he sure did make it look good.

“One of my betas broke pack policy. I had to teach him a lesson. I dominated him and made sure the cops saw me doing it.” Bucky bared his teeth in a wolfish smile, and Steve frowned when he realized that he was getting kind of turned on by the thought of Bucky "dominating" someone. “What’re you thinkin’ about there, Honey?” Bucky asked quietly. He gave a pointed inhale, letting Steve know that his reactions were noticeable. “Oh. You got a werewolf kink?”

Steve scowled. “So you what,” he deflected, “you shot someone?”

Bucky really did smile then, a sly and menacing grin growing on his face at Steve’s obvious interest. He sat forward and rested his elbows on his knees, shoulders and arms flexing purposefully. “Shot?” he repeated, amused. “Oh no, Steve. This was pack business. When I put someone in my pack in their place, I do it the old fashioned way.” He cracked his tattooed knuckles, forearms flexing. “You seem like a very optimistic, civic-minded kinda guy. A good student, earnest, squeaky clean. Want to go work for the FBI, be a superstar agent bringing down the bad guys.” He hummed in satisfaction as he saw Steve’s face flush with added embarrassment. “Hmm, yeah. Thought so. You’re a real goody two shoes, aren'tcha? Still believe in the system.” Steve’s lips pressed together tightly, and Bucky laughed at him. “That’s alright, boy. I won’t hold it against you."

"I'm not a boy."

"How old did you say you were?”

Steve resisted answering, but Bucky’s unwavering stare wore him down. “Twenty-six,” he muttered, flushing even worse when the older man chuckled at his age, like it compounded the joke that he already thought Steve was.

“Twenty-six, right.” His eyes locked on Steve’s and he tilted his head. “So you probably don’t know this, big boy, but that bitch they call the ‘criminal justice system’? She just loves to exercise her full and prejudicial might on my kind. Can always be depended on to steamroll us with trumped up charges, no matter how petty the actual crime.”

Steve scowled and firmed his shoulders. “So what? You’re trying to tell me you’re totally innocent? Is that it?”

For a split second, Bucky’s eyes flashed yellow, his expression darkening. “The ‘deadly weapon’? That was my teeth. And the ‘indecent exposure’ was my shift back to skin, in public. Didn’t exactly have a choice, what with the handful of panicked cops pointing their guns straight at me, screamin’ and threatening to shoot, ya know?” He huffed and shook his head. “Anyway, it worked. Got me right where I needed to be.” He patted the side of the concrete stool where he was sitting, the sound echoing flatly in the tiny cell.

Steve squinted at the guy, wondering if he actually had a few screws loose or something. “You knew it then. Knew you’d be getting out eventually.”

Bucky nodded.

“You knew it might take years? And you still threw yourself in?”

Another nod.

Steve scoffed. “That is so dumb.”

“You don’t know what I’d do for my people, Steve,” Bucky spat, venomous, and Steve was reminded that the man was a dangerous gangster who shouldn’t be fucked with. “We’re persecuted at every turn, and if I had to give up a couple years of my life to get them their freedom, then so be it. We have ways of doing things. Loyalty actually means something to Haită."

Steve still didn’t see how being in prison could be any more effective than being out of prison, but he knew he needed to stop asking so many questions. He needed to make himself as unobtrusive and inoffensive as possible. “Why are you here?” he asked, suddenly remembering the Warden in the next cell over. He glanced over his shoulder at the cinderblock wall separating the cells.

“He’s not there,” Bucky said, and Steve turned back around. “He’s been taken away. With the others.”

Steve gulped. That might be a good thing for him, but it certainly couldn’t mean good news for the Warden. “Did you kill him?” he asked. “He has a family, you know. A daughter in middle school. He told me.”

“Well then perhaps he should’ve considered his values better when he was making career choices.”

“Prisons need wardens, Bucky.”

“He didn’t have to treat us the way he did, Steve. Nobody did.” Bucky pointed at his own neck. “You see this?”

At first, Steve thought he was pointing at his tattoos, the winding tails of the oskals that came up onto his neck, but then he followed the direction of Bucky’s finger more closely and saw what he was really pointing at. There was a ring of what looked like old scar tissue all around the Alpha's neck, white and mottled against the natural tan of his skin.

“The shock collars they put on us,” he said nastily. “You’ve seen those?”

Steve nodded, feeling sick. “Th-they’re a failsafe,” he said, weakly echoing the words of the Warden from earlier. “They have to, cause you guys are so strong.”

“Doesn’t mean they have to use silver, now does it?”

Steve’s stomach did something very unpleasant. “What?” His eyes flicked back to Bucky’s neck. “Silver?” he breathed, grossed out at the thought of how inhumane that would be. He knew as well as anyone else did that werewolves were allergic to the stuff. “No,” he said. “N-no, I’ve seen them. They’re iron.”

“Iron-silver alloy,” Bucky growled, face ugly from his rage. “Not enough to make us sick, mind you. Just enough to burn twenty four-seven, tipped just past the threshold of what our bodies can keep up with, so that the skin stays raw.” He sneered when he saw Steve’s wan expression. “That’s right. My neck healed into this within an hour of having it off. Look at the others. You’ll see the same.”

Steve kept his mouth shut, mostly because Bucky was so mad that his eyes were back to flashing yellow. Steve had never seen a werewolf transform and he really didn’t want today to be that day. “Are you going to kill me?” he asked instead, sticking his chin out so that Bucky wouldn’t think he was afraid (he was, but the not-knowing was worse than anything else). Steve wondered how long he’d been asleep for, in the cell. He wondered if anyone had tried to contact the prison yet and realized it was shut down. Help might be close, or it might be far, far away. “Well? What are you gonna do?”

Bucky stood from the stool, looking frustrated. Steve shrank back on instinct, unable to fake bravery as well when the massive man was looming right there in front of him, tattooed arms crossed over his chest. “I have to make an example of you,” he said. “But how that goes depends entirely on you.” He stepped closer, reaching out to brush a strand of Steve’s bangs away from his forehead. Steve flinched and Bucky’s mouth twitched up at the corner. “I spoke with Batroc, you know. He told me how you were ready to fight to the death, armed with nothin’ but a little stubby pencil. That’s cute.” Steve scowled and jerked away, and Bucky let his hand drop with a sigh. “Look, I appreciate your fire, Steve. I do. I wish I’d met you somewhere else. This wasn’t the place to go copping an attitude with people.”

“Excuse me for not wanting to die.”

Bucky rolled his eyes. “Oh please. You’re not going to die. I’m hoping not to have to hurt you very much at all. But like I said: that’s gonna depend on you.”

“‘Much at all’? What the fuck does that mean?!”

Bucky gave him a long look, his eyes dragging up and down his body not once, but twice. Steve flushed as he saw the alpha’s gaze lingering on the stain at the front of his pants, eyes dark. “You being omega complicates things,” he said. “The men all know, now. I’ll be expected to do something about it.”

“What?” Steve growled. “I thought you were their leader. Why d’you have to do anything?!”

Bucky’s lip curled meanly. “You’re the one who had to go opening your big mouth, telling them you’re here to study them, that you want to be a fed, talking down to them. What did you think was going to happen? Now I have to put you in your place. I have to. You understand?”

Steve didn’t know what that meant, but he was sure he wasn’t going to like it. “What are you gonna do?” he asked again, voice coming out weaker than before.

“I’ll claim you,” Bucky grunted. “So that no one else will.”

Steve felt his face go red. “You mean rape me,” he hissed.

“I mean claim you,” Bucky growled, taking a threatening step forward but stopping when he could see that it scared Steve. He huffed, turning and running his hands through his hair in frustration. “There’s things about our kind, things you don’t understand. It’s—” he cut himself off, jaw ticking in displeasure. “I’m sorry, kid. You won’t like it, but if I don’t do it, then you’re free game for the others. And they won’t hesitate.”

“I thought they had to listen to you,” Steve snapped. “You’re their Alpha. Their fuckin’ Lupului. Why can’t you just—”

“Don’t throw around words you don’t understand, boy,” Bucky grit out. “I’m their Alpha, yes, but if I don’t have a claim then I have no right to stop them.” He looked Steve in the eye. “Power is earned in a pack, not absolute. We respect each other. We follow the rules and traditions of our people. I can’t go breaking them for you.”

Steve was quiet, feeling smaller and more helpless than he had in a long time. He hated it. “Well … … what would they do?” he asked. “To me? If you didn’t?”

Bucky ‘tsked’ and looked away. He wouldn’t meet Steve’s eyes, which in itself was a horrible answer. Eventually, he quietly admitted, “We don’t kill omegas, Steve. You understand? It’s a combination of chivalry and … other things.”

“What other things?”

He sighed. “You’re near non-existent in the human population and dwindling in ours. With pack, it’s ‘waste not, want not’.”

Steve went stock still. Ohfuck. Ohhhfuckfuckfuck. “Well I’m not in your pack,” he said, even more scared than he was before. “Bucky. I’m not in your pack!”

Bucky met his eyes, and Steve did not like what he saw there: challenge, mixed with a tiny bit of sorrow. “Yeah,” he said. “You’re just human.”

“What are you gonna do?” Steve hissed, scooting forward to the edge of the bed when Bucky made to leave the cell. “Hey!”

Bucky turned back at the doorway, a warning look on his face. “It’s like I said, Steve. We have ways of doing things. I don’t get to choose them and neither do you. Just,” he looked down, regretful, “just do what I tell you and you’ll be fine.” He sounded sorry for Steve, and that, more than anything, scared the shit out of him. Bucky slid the cell door closed with a loud clang and turned away.

“Hey, wait! Hang on a sec. Bucky. Bucky!” Bucky walked away, and Steve’s calls went unanswered.

They came to get him what felt like hours later, but Steve had no way of telling time in there. It was Dum Dum and one other guy who opened the door and told him to get up. Neither one of them said much, just escorted him brusquely down the hallways and out to a big room in gen pop. They’d made their way over to C block, Steve thought, his heart sinking as he realized what this meant.

The werewolves had gained control of the entire prison.

There were pack members all around the edges of the room’s large common area, Bucky once again sitting in a chair like it was some sort of throne. C-block’s usual human prisoners were nowhere to be seen. This part of the complex was the lower security area, its inmates allowed to roam the large dayroom freely. Bucky was sitting facing the room of assembled people. Steve’s eyes flicked about, hastily scanning the room and taking in the scene that awaited him. The captured prison guards were all there, and while it was a relief to see that so many of them were still breathing, their present condition didn’t do much to bolster Steve’s hopes for escape.

They’d been stripped to their skivvies and made to sit in the center of the common space, facing Bucky and his throne. They all wore the werewolves’ shock collars around their necks, with handcuffs looped over the collars in front so that they couldn’t lower their arms. Steve caught sight of two werewolf inmates off to one side who were busy going through the guards’ confiscated clothes, sorting everything into piles. Oddly enough, though, Steve noticed that the officers had all kept their work badges—they’d been clipped to their undershirts (or bra straps; there were several female officers present). Some of the wolves stood nearby holding guns and other weapons at the ready, but many of the pack seemed relaxed. Eager for a show, perhaps, as they stood in groups, smoking and murmuring excitedly amongst themselves.

Things quieted down once Steve was brought in. It was eerie, like they’d all been waiting for him. A collar was quickly produced and locked around his neck, though his hands were left uncuffed. And nobody made a move to strip him of his mortifyingly-soiled clothing. How fucking lenient, he thought bitterly. The collar was heavy and uncomfortable—though not as uncomfortable as it’d apparently been for the wolves. A few surreptitious glances around, and Steve could see the proof of what Bucky had claimed: All of the werewolves had that same ring of scar tissue around their necks, the skin pale and thickened, mottled from years of having the inescapable burn of silver against their bodies. Steve gulped and looked ahead to where Bucky sat, wondering if he really intended to use the collars on them; shock them to give them all a taste of their own medicine.

The Alpha hardly spared Steve a glance as he was walked over to the group. Dumdum pulled him to a stop and pressed down roughly on his shoulder, forcing his knees to buckle and his ass to hit the floor hard. Steve grunted and folded his legs in, glancing self-consciously around at the other captives. A few people’s eyes flicked his way, but anybody who looked over quickly returned their attention to Bucky, who sat ahead of them with an unmistakable air of authority.

Steve was struck by the inappropriate urge to laugh at the bizarre picture they all made: sitting cross-legged and meek in a circle on the floor in front of Bucky, like the world’s most fucked up class of Kindergarteners in front of their teacher. He quickly shut down the panicked bubble of humor in his gut, somehow knowing that if he dared to laugh right now, he might not be able to stop. He might cry. And doing either of those things couldn’t achieve much besides making things worse for himself.

He held onto Bucky’s promise that he wouldn’t be killed, though he also knew he shouldn’t put so much stock in a criminal’s word. Even if it was true, Steve still wasn’t looking forward to watching other people’s brains get splattered over the jailhouse floor. He’d never seen a man die before, had never even seen a person get shot in real life.

Since his hands were free, he wrang them anxiously in his lap, twisting his fingers over and over again to try and ground himself and stay calm. He could at least be grateful that he wasn’t cuffed and stripped like the others, could at least take comfort in the fact that he’d been plopped down towards the back of the group. And Bucky’s attention was on the officers, first and foremost.

“Judgment day, fellas,” he said from up front, his tone chipper. Some of the guards scowled, but most of them just looked scared shitless. Not one of them said a word. Steve spotted the Warden sitting off to one side and tried to catch his eye, but he had no success as Bucky kept on talking. “Now, I know most of you fine officers possess the sort of intellect rivaled only by garden tools, but I’m sure it doesn’t need explaining why you’re sitting here in front of me.” He gestured around the room, to all of the other wolves present. “We’re going to have a little sharing session. Don’t worry, everybody gets a turn. You see, I’m affording you something which you’ve long-denied us: the right to a speedy trial.”

Several of the guards visibly reacted, the metal links of their cuffs clinking against the collars as they shifted in place nervously.

“You’ll each come up, one by one, plead your case, and then I’ll open the floor to any of my men who might have something to say about you. And then at the end of all that, I’ll pass judgement. Sentencing will be carried out immediately. But before we jump into that, a quick demonstration." He held up a large remote control of some sort. Steve didn’t recognize it, but the guards definitely did. They all started reacting fearfully. Steve found out why when Bucky pressed the buttons on the remote.

Everyone shouted and convulsed, hands rattling in their cuffs, grappling at the collars as if they could pry them off. A majority of them even collapsed from the pain as they screamed and shook. Steve just sat there watching as it dragged out for several long seconds. His eyes met Bucky’s from across the room, shocked.

Bucky’s expression was stoic, but his eyes gleamed. See, they said. I told you I wouldn’t hurt you.

Steve gulped, the extent of that promise had yet to be proven, but he was sure as shit glad that his collar wasn’t one of the ones activated. Bucky had only put it on him for appearances, he realized. This helped to quell his fear just a little bit. The prisoners stopped seizing when Bucky pressed the remote again. Slowly, one by one, they righted themselves back up to sitting, their breathing still laboured as they recovered from the pain. Steve heard a few of them whimpering or cursing quietly.

“There,” Bucky said. “Just a little taste of what you all shocked us with all the time. And at a significantly lower voltage, I might add.” He shot them a saccharine smile. “Any questions before we begin effecting justice?”

The guards shifted around, afraid. One of them blustered out angrily, “You’re making a big mistake! They’ll put all you dogs down for this!”

Bucky’s response was to roll his eyes. “Oh, a dog comment. How original.” He gestured at the man who’d yelled out, and one of the wolves standing nearby promptly went over and pointed his gun right at the man's head. “Thanks for volunteering to go first, Officer …” Bucky peered at the man’s work badge to check the name. “Rollins. Perfect. Come on up, pal. It’s your time to shine.”

The man was dragged up to the front of the room and forced down to his knees in front of Bucky, the gun still pointed at his head. He was shaking, his anger-fueled bravery having diminished. Bucky, for his part, seemed totally relaxed. Dum-Dum approached and handed the Alpha a tablet. Bucky took it, scrolling down the screen with his finger until he found what he was looking for. “Alright. Down to business. So here we’ve got Officer Jackson Rollins. Goes by ‘Jack’. How are you doing today, Jackie-boy?”

The man said nothing to Bucky, just held his gaze for a few tense seconds before going back to glaring at the floor.

Bucky ‘tsked’. “That’s okay. Everybody’s nervous their first time, huh?” He referenced the tablet again and read off, “Let’s see … Officer ‘doggy jokes’-Rollins has been a corrections officer with the Federal Bureau of Prisons siiince … ooh, twenty-eleven, impressive. So you’re old hat at this, huh? Twelve years on the job. And eight of those at our Pen? Hmm …” Bucky slouched back in his chair as he read through the man’s employment records, scrolling through the pages. “Looks like you’ve got a pristine record, never been written up. Even earned yourself a couple’a promotions.” Bucky whistled like he was impressed, making Rollins glower all the more. “And you’ve been assigned shifts to either the Hole or else D block exclusively since you got here. Says here you came on a requested transfer.” Bucky’s eyes flicked up to Rollins. “To work with were pop. Says you ‘specialize’ in it.” Rollins’ jaw ticked, like he was working hard not to snap anything back in response. Bucky’s mouth slid sideways. He let the tablet drop back to his lap. “Well, you didn’t get your defense off to the best start, calling us ‘dogs’. Is there anything you’d like to add before I let the prosecution take their whack at you?”

Rollins remained tight-lipped, saying nothing.

“Suit yourself. Does anyone else have anything to share about Corrections Officer Rollins?” Bucky asked loudly. “Could be positive or negative. Fellow officers, please don’t be shy, feel free to raise a hand. You’re welcome to participate in your coworkers' trials.” At the word ‘trials’ Rollins sneered and audibly scoffed. Bucky’s eyes sharpened back onto him. He flung his hand outwards. “Any of my men who’d like to testify, step right on up.”

Steve felt halfway ill as he watched some of the wolves muttering and nudging each other. A handful of them began to head for the front of the room to “testify.” Steve knew Bucky was only using all the hijacked legalese to mock the officers further, rub salt in the wound that he held all of the power now, and that he was going to mete out his own version of justice to the guards that’d done him and his kind wrong. One by one, the wolves stepped up and aired their grievances.

When it was all said and done, no less than a dozen stories had been told about how Rollins had hurt, abused, or otherwise mistreated them. A few weren’t much more than petty anecdotes and unfairnesses, but the rest, well … Steve could feel his faith in the criminal justice system crumbling faster than waterlogged sand, and Rollins himself looked ready to faint after the last two horrible stories were finished being told. There were accusations of crimes that Steve hadn’t thought a prison guard could get away with, and certainly not in this day and age. Rollins wasn't just cruel, he was creatively cruel.

Bucky ordered him brought to his feet. “Officer J. Rollins,” he said, referencing the tablet's screen. “I have here the complete federal crimes list, under titles 18 and 26 of the US penal code. And golly-gee, you qualify for a few of ‘em.”

Rollins screwed up his face and spat on the floor. “You’re not the judge of me, you fuckin’ filthy animal.”

Bucky blinked at him for a long moment, before he cracked up laughing. It was a hearty laugh and went on for a good few seconds, so it was all the more alarming when he very suddenly stopped, all emotion evaporating from his face. “You know it really kind of seems like I am.” He looked back down and read off, “This court finds you guilty of the charges of aggravated assault, felony sexual battery, extortion, federal civil rights violations against incarcerated citizens, perjury, hate crimes, obstruction—oh! and torture.” He looked back up and fixed Rollins with a steely gaze. “For the commission of these crimes, I hereby sentence you to death.”

Rollins looked sick, but after a few seconds his sweaty brow began to contort back into a panicked fury. He opened his mouth to say something—ostensibly nasty, but Bucky silenced him with nothing more than a somber shake of the head. “I want you to know that my associate over here,” he pointed to Dum Dum. “Is recording these proceedings. We’ve got video and audio going. After my men take you to be executed, complete records will be left behind of what you’ve done, and of what was done to you.” He sat back in his chair. “Drax, Killmonger. Take him.”

Two of the biggest—and scariest—looking wolves approached to grab Rollins’ arms. For a second, it appeared as if the guard would fight. But the men grabbing him were strong, and Bucky shut any further protest down when he warned, “You can go out one of two ways, Mr. Rollins. You go easily, you get a nice bullet to the back of the head. But if you make trouble? Well then you’ll get the honor of a traditional pack execution.”

Steve felt his guts sink with dread, while up front, Rollins scowled. “The fuck does that mean, you freak?”

Bucky smiled, his eyes flashing yellow and teeth partially shifting until they were large and wrong in his mouth. “It means I rip your stomach out in ritual slaughter,” he slurred around his too-big canines, “and my pack takes turns eating little bits of you.” His teeth shrank again, though not quite back to normal. There was still a sharpness to his grin as he asked, “Have you ever seen a gunshot wound to the gut, Officer? I’ll bet you have. I’ll bet you know just how nasty those can be. Now picture the same, but with teeth. A full disembowelment. Lying there, watching a bunch of dogs feast on your innards while you die. It can take minutes till you actually lose consciousness, you know.” His grin widened and he began to purr, the sound emanating up—low and inhuman—from somewhere deep in his chest. Steve had always thought of a purr as something sweet, but this one sounded anything but. “I’ll bet we could draw that out even longer,” Bucky threatened. “Since some of my men have always liked to play with their food, animals that they are.”

Steve inhaled sharply and the people around him gasped as Bucky did something with his face—something monstrous, some sort of seconds-long horror show that made his face roil and move like clay. His bones were shifting beneath the skin, disturbing and wrong, like the heave and pull of the earth before an earthquake broke ground. It was over as soon as it’d begun, the alpha’s face smoothing back out to normal, but it was still terrifying to witness. Up front, Rollins was stock still, his shoulders gone so tense that he almost seemed to vibrate in fear.

… And then the scent of piss hit Steve's nostrils. The two massive wolves at either side of Rollins began dragging him away. He didn’t fight, seeming to have gone into some sort of shocked state, legs moving like stiff rubber that would collapse at any second. Steve couldn’t blame him, not when the guy knew he was being hauled off for execution. Once Rollins was gone, Steve looked to the spot where he’d been standing. A small puddle of urine was on the floor. As messed up as that was, and as disturbed as Steve perhaps should’ve been by it, he still took a small amount of consolation from the fact that now he at least wasn’t the only one to have wet themselves in front of Bucky, in one manner or another.

He glanced down to his own lap where the spot from his release remained, dried and lightened but still there. He could still remember the way that Bucky’s pupils had dilated when Steve had lost control in front of him, how he’d leant forward and licked his lips, excited, nostrils flaring at the scent of Steve’s body’s submission. He’d cupped Steve’s face, spoken so tenderly: “Oh, Sweetheart. You’re going to be fun.”

Steve gulped as he felt his body reacting to just the memory of it. Fuck. That had been one of the most humiliating moments of his life. How on earth would he survive more? And what did Bucky mean, when he said he’d “claim” Steve in front of the pack? Steve had a few good guesses that he was trying hard not to think about, but there was no time to let the dread of anticipation build, because his attention was jarringly brought back to the present by the ‘bang!’ of a single gunshot ringing out.

It came from beyond the room, reverberating loudly through the prison’s corridors of steel and concrete. Minutes later, the two big men named Drax and Killmonger returned, sans Rollins. Apropos of his name, Killmonger had quite a bit of blowback on his body, Rollins’ blood sprayed on him from hand to head. This seemed to be enough to really drum the reality of the situation home in the rest of the captives’ minds. In front of Steve, a lot more of the bodies started to tremble.

By the time a second man named Rumlow, and then a third named Sitwell, had been hauled to the front and “tried,” there were a few captives in the circle who sat silently crying, a few visibly praying. Steve felt ill. Bucky was showing no mercy. Three people had been summarily executed within the past thirty minutes, and there were still almost two dozen prison guards plus the Warden left to go! Would he kill all of them? Even the women? Steve wasn’t sure he’d be able to sit still and keep his mouth shut through that. Not to be a misogynist or anything (the four female officers looked like they were doing a better job at keeping their shit together than many of their male counterparts), but Steve knew he wasn’t going to be able to sit there and just watch while women were hurt. Like he’d explained to his overprotective friends, back at the college: it wasn’t about whether you could win a fight, it was about being willing to try. Steve flinched as the third kill shot rang out from somewhere in the near distance of the prison. In front of him, one of the officers whimpered.

These people didn’t deserve to die this way. No one did.

It was hard to get past the charges though—the awful things that the werewolves all came up and testified to, one by one. The things that Rollins, Rumlow, and Sitwell had done went beyond mere harassment or dereliction of duty. They were crimes of cruelty and vindictiveness. Steve didn’t get the feeling that any of the wolves who stepped up to tell their stories of abuse were lying or even exaggerating. Their words rang true in their bitterness and contempt, their eyes seething with a darkness the likes of which only years of long-repressed, impotent fury could produce. It was an electric sort of anger, shared among them as a group, heavy in the air like static, like ozone. Enough to make the hairs on the back of one’s neck stand up. Steve thought that he’d probably be peeing his pants, too, if it were him on the receiving end of that anger.

According to the “charges” that were read and the stories that were told, Steve deduced that Bucky had purposefully chosen those three men to go first, as they were seriously abusive; their crimes ranging from beatings, to sexual assault, to what probably constituted torture, if Steve was remembering the statutes of US criminal code correctly. Either way, he heard a few nasty stories that he really wished he hadn’t, and that was about the time when he started trying to zone out. Maybe if he just looked down at his knees and focused on the in and out of his breathing, the rise and fall of his chest, maybe then he could drown some of it out.

He was more than a little surprised when, after that third gunshot and third return of the increasingly blood-spattered Killmonger, Bucky called off the executions and announced to the room that they’d gotten “the worst of the worst” out of the way, and that, barring serious misbehavior or disrespect now, all the other officers could rest secure in the knowledge that they would not lose their lives that day. Their crimes, he said, were not “capital offenses.”

Things moved faster after that. One by one, the guards were brought up to the front and accused of heaping various cruelties and indignities upon the inmates. All of them were found guilty and swiftly sentenced. Bucky had his men break a few bones and punch a few faces of the heavier offenders, but the majority of the remaining officers received only verbal abuse from Bucky and his men; tongue lashings about their character, taunts of the career-ending details that would soon be reaching the authorities.

Bucky’s plan, Steve learned, wasn’t just to get his men in this prison free, but also to negotiate the release of wolves held illegally in other prisons, or at the very least, improve the conditions of their incarceration. There were both audio and video recordings of this entire process, Bucky gleefully informed them, copies of which would not only be left on site at the prison to be recovered, but also taken along with the pack and disseminated to the media, afterwards. This wouldn’t be covered up, Bucky warned them. People were going to find out the truth, and no anonymity would be granted.

After each of their sentencings, each of the guards were led back to one of two barred holding cells. The women lucked out in being the minority, only the four of them had to share one cell. Whilst the men were packed into the second one like a bunch of sardines, nearly twenty bodies in a space meant for two. By the time the last officer had been locked up, it was just Steve and the Warden left sitting before Bucky, all of the wolves encircled around them.

Steve looked over and caught the Warden’s eye. The man was stone faced, his jawline tight and ticking from the clench of his teeth. He probably still expected to die. Steve expected it, too. After the first three offenders had been executed and the lesser offenders locked up, Steve just assumed that the Warden was being saved for last; a grande finale, so to speak. He had a niggling worry that he might be about to witness the so-called “ritual slaughter” that Bucky had spoken of.

The Warden was brought up and glared daggers at Bucky as he was forced to his knees in front of him. Bucky drummed his fingers against the armrests of his chair. “You’re the one responsible for these people,” he told him. “You knew about what was going on and did nothing to stop it. You erased our complaints, made sure that we had no avenue for recourse. You sat on your ass while your men raped and tortured us, beat us, humiliated us for shits and giggles.” The Warden didn’t say anything, didn’t try to deny it, and that seemed to piss Bucky off even worse. “I hear you have children huh?” he growled, eyes narrowed. “A family? I’ve got no idea what you tell yourself when you go home at night and eat your dinner, watch the game, fuck your wife, kiss your kids goodnight. Whatever it is, it ain’t gonna pass muster, now. Your face’ll be plastered all over the news in a few days’ time, right next to mine. Congratulations, Warden. You’re about to become the poster child for prison corruption in this country. Bigotry. Hate crimes. Ugly.” He leant forward and traced the side of the Warden’s face in a mockery of a caress. “When your family holds your funeral? When your wife wears mourning colors and sits and cries in the front row? It’ll be ten times worse. Because she’ll have to sit in the shame of what you were and what you did. I hope her skin crawls, when she’s given the chance to lay that folded flag on your coffin.” He sat back in his chair and crossed his arms, smug. “Not that there’ll be enough left of you to warrant a coffin. You have to pay for what you’ve done.”

“I never hurt anyone,” the Warden spat.

“Don’t play the culpability card with me. You’ve already lost the game and earned yourself the sfărâmarea morții.”

The Warden’s spine stiffened. Steve couldn’t see his face from where he was sitting, but he’dve had to be an idiot not to sense the terror radiating off the man. Steve could pretty much deduce what sfărâmarea morții meant. Only one thing worse than a bullet to the back of the head had been mentioned that day. The only thing worse than a sudden death, was a slow one, and Steve’s heart sank as he realized that there was going to be a grand finale, after all.

In front of him, the Warden was blustering, “What? No. Y-you can’t!”

Bucky’s men were already stepping in closer, the circle tightening. Steve gulped as they moved past him and closer to the Warden, snarling and rumbling deep in their chests. Bucky’s eyes turned yellow and stayed that way. He stood up from his chair and started to undress. He pulled off his undershirt and flung it aside, bearing his tattooed chest. All of him was corded in muscle, honed and thick in the way only years of jail yard exercises could do. All of the wolves copied Bucky, pulling off their shirts and going for their jumpsuit pants. That’s when Steve realized that they were stripping down to shift. They were going to shift right then and there and rip the Warden to shreds!

“Wait!”

His voice rang out, abnormally loud in the echochamber of the cellblock. Bucky looked at him, eyes still yellow and claws halfway formed on his hands. He looked a little … hairier, than he had been moments ago. He snarled at Steve through overgrown teeth. “He dies. I’ve been lenient to all the others. But he has to die.”

Steve’s heart was beating fast with panic. He didn’t know what to say, he just knew that he couldn’t sit by and let a man be eaten alive. He just couldn’t. “Keep him hostage!” Steve blurted, the first thing he could grab onto in his panicked jumble of thoughts. “Take him with you!”

Bucky’s eyes narrowed. “And why should I do that?”

“Y-you said it yourself: how he’s the poster child for corruption. You want to ruin his image, you can do that even better if you keep him alive. You can … you can use him for leverage! To get things to change at the other prisons!” Bucky paused at that argument, tilting his head thoughtfully. Steve felt buoyed. “You could still kill him any time,” he encouraged. “But it doesn’t have to be now. Not when he’s still useful.” Licking his lips nervously, he used Bucky’s own words against him: “‘Waste not, want not’, right?”

Bucky’s face smoothed over, though his claws and teeth remained out on display. Steve was trying very hard not to look at his naked chest, or lower. Bucky was sporting an erection beneath his clothes, as were many of the other wolves. Steve tried to console himself with the idea that it was part of an aggression reaction, but he wasn’t so sure about that. Around the circle, the wolves were growling, impatient, wanting revenge. Bucky held his hand up and stayed them all. “The boy’s right. Killing the guards is one thing, but the media’ll turn him into a martyr if we kill him. I don’t want the hassle of hostages. We’re going to be on the move, once we leave here. He’ll only slow us down. Better to let him rot with his buddies for a couple’a days.” Several of the wolves growled loudly in displeasure, gnashing their teeth in half-shifted faces. Bucky growled louder than all of them. “We leave him alive!”

“Boss!”

“At least let us break his legs!”

Bucky shut them all up with another growl. “You don’t give the orders here!”

Steve gulped, the dread in his stomach unknotting. His relief was temporary, however, because the wolves discarded the Warden like an old chew toy and turned on him, instead. Steve fell back with a yelp, scooching away on his butt and hands.

“What about him?” one of the wolves growled, another two right alongside him, leering down at Steve. “I think we found our new haită cățea.”

Okay, Steve did recognize that one, and he felt the blood leave his face at being called the pack bitch as these men cornered him. “Hey boy,” one of them said. “You ever sucked werewolf dick before?” They all kept coming closer, reaching for Steve, but before any of them could touch him, Bucky called out,

“Enough!”

The wolves stopped in their tracks and turned to face the Alpha. Bucky glared at them through his half-shifted face. “This one’s mine. Noone touches him but me.” Steve swallowed heavily, feeling faint from his relief.

“He’s fair game!” the same wolf growled, the others snarling their agreement. “You haven’t laid claim! That’s not Pack law.”

Bucky stood from his chair, furious. He looked like he’d grown taller, bigger. He stalked over to the three challenging wolves and got in the one’s face, the one who’d asked Steve if he’d ever sucked werewolf dick. “Back the fuck off, Batroc,” Bucky snarled, “Unless you’d like to get fucked, first.”

Batroc looked livid, but he did back down. He glanced at Steve and sneered. “You haven’t claimed him. You may be Alpha, James, but you still don’t have the right to deny us free meat when it’s available.”

“Yeah! Either claim him or hand him over!”

Bucky snarled so fiercely, Steve was halfway convinced that he’d attack the other wolf. Batroc shrank back at the threat and bared his neck in fear, the other wolves following suit when they could see how close Bucky was to getting violent. Bucky looked over his shoulder to where Dum Dum stood.

Dum Dum shrugged regretfully. “Pack has a right to ‘im if you don’t claim, Alpha.”

Bucky growled in frustration and grabbed Steve’s arm. He yanked him up to standing and dragged him back to the chair. He sat down and shoved Steve to the floor between his legs. “Make no mistake, then. This omega is mine.” He ran a rough hand through Steve’s hair. Steve fought not to recoil, but even if he had, he knew Bucky would just pull him right back in.

Bucky had his legs spread wide, and this close up, Steve could smell all of his aggression and arousal—the latter of which pressed angrily against the front of his jumpsuit pants, making Steve’s heart quicken in trepidation. He could see exactly where this was going, now, and figured he shouldn’t be surprised. He still remembered what Bucky had said to him before:

“You gonna make me suck you off, is that it?”

“Not quite yet, little guy.”

‘Not quite yet’ wasn’t exactly a ‘no’, now was it? Steve gasped without meaning to, when he felt Bucky’s fingers card through his hair and to hold on to it. He used the grip to force Steve’s face down against his crotch, and Steve whined in mortification as he felt Bucky’s erection through the clothes. Fuck, he seemed big. He couldn’t be that big, could he? The fact that Steve could feel his own body reacting to the treatment—warming, pulsing, getting wet—only made him whine harder. “Bucky,” he breathed, afraid to talk any louder, lest the other wolves hear him. “Please.”

“Shhh.” Bucky held his head down firmly, rubbing Steve’s face on his crotch even more than before. It was a show of his dominance, quite obviously. Steve didn’t have to be a werewolf to figure that much out. He knew it, just like he knew that the next words Bucky spoke were part of a display put on for his men, to show them who Steve belonged to. “I claim him now, in front of the whole Pack. This omega belongs to me, and anyone who challenges that, challenges me as their Alpha.” Around the room, the wolves all growled. But it had a different timbre to it this time, less angry and more satisfied. Eager. These were growls of agreement. Steve’s guts churned as Bucky pushed his face against the straining line of his dick. “Feel that?” he rumbled. “That’s all for you, boy.”

Goddamnit. It shouldn’t turn him on to hear that, it shouldn’t. But things low in Steve’s belly twisted and squirmed at Bucky’s tone of voice and his rough hold. He squirmed and fought back, because fighting back was in his blood and he couldn’t not do it, but his protests were only met with more dominance. Bucky grabbed his hair cruelly and wrenched his head to the side, smooshing Steve’s cheek against his thigh, head pinned and unable to do anything but watch as the Alpha used his other hand to shove his pants and underwear down. His cock sprang free, and Steve’s eyes all but bugged out of his head. “Oh … shit.”

Bucky’s dick was … fuck. He was ten inches if he was eight, stupid-big, veined and uncut, thick and dark and tapered at the head like a … like a …

Steve keened, the sound coming out of him unbidden; an omega reacting to an Alpha. Bucky purred smugly at the reaction and pet his hair while Steve tried to grapple with the reality that that thing was going to be going inside at least one of his orifices.

Above him, Bucky laughed. “Aw, is this your first time, baby? Never seen one’a these before?”

Steve grit his teeth to resist the next mewl that wanted to come. It ached where he held it back in his throat, trying not to let it out, not to let Bucky know how much he was responding to this. Steve had seen an alpha’s dick before, okay? He watched porn like everyone else. But he only knew a little bit about werewolf alphas. He had no clue if Bucky’s dick always looked like this, or if it went along with his aggression, with the partial shift that he was letting take over other specific parts of his body: eyes, teeth, nails … and apparently cock. The angry length of it rested heavy in his hand as he gave himself slow, easy strokes. The foreskin moved up and down over the tapered head, and at the base was the intimidating bulge of his knot.

Human alphas had them too, but Steve had only ever watched it in porn. He’d never been with an Alpha, because they were just as rare as omegas in the human population. And even then, Steve knew they didn’t have dicks like this. This was most definitely a werewolf thing. “Bucky,” he breathed, fearful and involuntarily turned on by the sight of the Alpha’s cock and what he knew it could do to him. If Bucky’s knot was this big while flaccid, how much bigger would it get? “Please,” he begged. “I–I can’t.”

“Sure you can,” Bucky purred down at him. He let go of himself to cradle Steve’s face, thumb swiping out and pulling his lower lip down. “You’ll take it like a champ. Cause you’re made for this. You’re made just right to take my big, fat cock inside of you. And you know it too, dontcha boy?”

That time, Steve didn’t hold back the sound that came unbidden. “Noo,” he moaned miserably, hating how weak and unconvincing the denial sounded. “No, no it’s not, I don’t.” Bucky chuckled at him and Steve whined and mewled as he tried one more time to pull away. But Bucky held firm, pulling him back in close with the grip on his jaw. He didn’t push Steve’s head back down against his thigh, but rather sat forward and bent over, putting their faces only centimeters apart.

“You do,” he whispered. “I know you do. Your body knows it too, Steve. I can smell that it does, can smell you wettin’ up back there.” Steve whimpered and Bucky hummed darkly. “Yeah. You know it’s been a while since I had an omega. I forgot just how sweet you all’s pussies smell when you get to creamin’ yourselves.”

In the watching group of werewolves, someone called out for Bucky to “Do it!” sounding enthusiastic.

“Breed him up!” another voice catcalled.

“Bitch ‘im!

Steve gasped as the hand on his jaw tightened its grip. Bucky sat back and took hold of his dick again tapping it against Steve’s cheek. It slid over his lips, musky and wet. The smell was overpowering, making Steve keen low in his throat and arch his back. In his underwear, he felt another gush of slick.

Bucky rumbled in satisfaction at the show of submission. He rubbed his cockhead firmly against the seam of Steve’s lips, spreading the precum around. “You like that, honey? Want more of that?”

Yes! Fuck it smells good. Wanna taste. Wanna feel it inside.

“Nnnh.” Steve squeezed his eyes shut to try and force the traitorous thoughts away, but it didn’t work. It was all just too much. He couldn’t stop his body from reacting. Bucky smelled too good—like alpha, like protector, like mate. The closer Steve pressed between Bucky’s thighs, the further away the jeering wolves at his back became. His inner omega wanted the safety it could find there, the warmth and the domination that this Alpha could give him. Instincts that Steve had spent years successfully ignoring came rushing to the forefront, clouding his mind and slicking his hole. He could feel it back there, just like Bucky said: underneath his clothes, aching for something to fill it, pulsing and leaking arousal to try and tempt the strong Alpha that it could sense was nearby.

Bucky spent a brief moment scenting him with his wrist, rubbing it on Steve’s neck. He gave Steve his scent and took Steve’s in return, and when he was done he played with the tender spot, kneading and pinching at the glands underneath the skin. Steve moaned at the feeling of it and found himself tipping forward without thought. He felt increasingly weak and helpless—just like he had the last time, right before he’d released in front of Bucky and all the others

Oh no, he thought. Please, please don’t let that happen again. Not here, not now. But his body continued to relax, and his mind continued to unravel into that loosened feeling of submission. As Bucky forced Steve’s face down and rubbed his cock and balls all over it, Steve could distantly hear the Alpha’s warm chuckle of, “S’allright, little one. We’ll getcha what you need.”

“Fuck, you smell ‘im? Little bitch is slicking up.”

“Look at his pants. Fuuck. He’s gushin’ for it.

“Can’t believe he hasn’t gone ass up already.”

“How much you wanna bet he squirts all over himself again?”

Steve’s eyes opened as some of the pack’s crude comments and jeers reached his ears. “Alpha,” he pleaded weakly up at Bucky. Bucky was stroking his cock from root to tip again, letting the tip brush over Steve’s mouth and chin. “Please,” Steve whispered, not even sure what he was begging for. “Don’t let them.”

“Not gonna let ‘em do a thing, Sweetheart. You just open up for me now, okay? C’mon, there you go. Open up for Alpha.” He held Steve’s jaw in one hand and guided his cock with the other, pressing, pressing, until Steve was forced to part his lips and take him inside. He cried out weakly, but the noise was hardly audible around the oppressive girth of Bucky’s cock. The fat head pushed over his tongue and soft palate, huge and overwhelming. Steve’s hands shot up to push away, but instead Steve somehow wound up holding onto him, grounding himself by digging his fingers into the meat of Bucky’s firm thighs, his thick waist. Bucky moaned as Steve took the first thrust into his mouth. “Oh, yeah. Good boy. Good fuckin’ boy.”

Steve struggled, choking on the full length of him buried to the hilt and invading his throat, but Bucky soon relented and kept his thrusts shallow. It was still a lot, and Steve drooled and moaned from how overwhelming and sloppy it was and how out of control he felt. Bucky held his head with both hands and murmured gentle encouragements the whole time, hips pulsing against Steve’s face. “Doin’ such a good job, ‘mega. Just keep it up, lemme in. Suck my dick so good, Sweetheart.”

“Mmphh.”

Bucky chuckled darkly. “That’s right. Go on and get your hand back there, now. Show me what I’m smelling. Show Alpha how good you’re feelin’.”

Steve was already lost in the pink-tinged haze of his submission, so it took him a minute to even figure out what Bucky was asking him to do. The flare of his embarrassment that came when he did realize what Bucky meant, was nearly eclipsed by the surge of arousal in his core. He whimpered and reached back, sliding his hand down the back of his pants and under his briefs, swiping through the mess between his cheeks. When he brought his hand back around for Bucky to see, Steve looked at it too. He groaned at the copious amount of slick on his fingers. Shame and heat curled together in his belly, intensifying when Bucky caught his wrist with a gutted moan and spent several moments just staring at it, his hips pushing deeper into Steve’s mouth and making him gag on tiny, wet little sounds.

“Oh God, baby. Lookit that. Fuck. Y’see? I told you. Body’s made for two things, boy; fuckin’ and puppin’.”

Steve keened with what little breath he had, pulling off of Bucky’s cock with a frantic whine, face burning, trying to get away. His mind was at complete odds with his body, and it terrified him how much the latter seemed to be winning. Steve wasn’t used to this kind of feeling. He was used to being able to control his urges, being able to put on a stiff upper lip and soldier past any behaviors that the occasional alpha on campus might throw his way. But this wasn’t the same as resisting alpha boys on campus. It wasn’t the same at all. Bucky wasn’t a boy, he was a man, a wolf, and Steve wanted the dominance that Bucky’s body could provide; that in itself was almost more upsetting than the fact that he was having his face fucked in front of an entire cell block of leering werewolves.

He tried again to pull back again, this time hard enough that Bucky’s cock actually slipped from his mouth entirely. But Bucky grabbed him—“Oh no you don’t. Get back here”—quickly pressing back inside, all the way to the hilt, until his knot was past Steve’s lips and Steve’s nose was buried in his pubic hair. “Shhh,” Bucky hushed, not letting up as Steve struggled and choked wetly on his cock. He kept his head forced down and petted his hair. “Sh sh sh. Just take it, little one. Calm down and let it happen. Let me in.”

Bucky’s unyielding hands felt so good, so right—and the moment Steve had that thought was about the same moment when he started to cry. Confused, sluggish tears began to trail down his cheeks, his mouth stuffed to the brim with cock and knot, his senses consumed by the scent of Alpha. He sobbed in humiliation, overwhelmed. He couldn’t do anything, couldn’t get away, couldn’t fight it. He was powerless.

His body sagged as he finally gave in, his sobs turning into pitiful moans. The release snuck up on him just like it had before. It rolled over him like a wave, growing more and more intense and then breaking and tapering back out, with only the wetness at the front of his pants left in its wake. He cried and moaned as he registered the warmth between his legs. All he could do was cry out little ‘ah ah ahn’ sounds as the release washed over him, and the Alpha responsible for it filled his senses completely.

Bucky suddenly gripped Steve tighter as his thighs tensed and his knot inflated. “Oh fuck, baby. Ohfuck …” Steve started to thrash in panic at the feeling, but Bucky leant over him and held him down, whispering calming words in his hair; telling him to breathe through his nose, that he could take it, that his body was made for this, just ride it out.

Steve shuddered at how overwhelming it all was, the tension relief from that second release still singing through his body. Between his legs, his cock was throbbing. He wanted to touch himself but didn’t dare make a move until Bucky’s knot went down. He just stayed there on his knees and kept his eyes shut, listening to Bucky’s voice as the Alpha touched him and praised him. “S’okay, s’okay. You’re gonna be okay, Stevie. So gorgeous. Just hang in there for me. Jus’ keep Alpha warm, keep Alpha right there inside. Feels so good, honey. So fuckin’ good … nnnh.”

He was buried too far back for Steve to really feel it when his dick started spurting, but Steve could feel the knot throbbing against his tongue as it pumped wave after wave of cum down his throat. He moaned and drooled at the feeling of being so small and trapped and possessed, the thought of Alpha using him, his belly filled with Alpha’s spend, body kept warm and wet, protected and wrung out for Alpha’s pleasure, always …

He was so deep in that primal, pink headspace that he whimpered in protest when it was over and Bucky was pulling gently out of his mouth. “Don’t swallow,” Bucky said firmly, an order which Steve obeyed mindlessly and blinked muzzy-lidded eyes up at him. Bucky held a hand out in front of his mouth. “Give me what you have.” Steve’s whole body flushed hot and his belly swirled as he obeyed and let what cum he had left fall to Bucky’s waiting palm. The Alpha rumbled deep in his chest. “Good boy.”

He proceeded to smear the cum all over Steve’s neck and shoulders, being sure to get the underside of his jaw and right his bonding glands. He seemed satisfied by his work when he sat back fully in the chair, eyes lazily raking over Steve’s kneeling form like he was considering what to do with him next. Against his thigh, his cock lay wet and soft … and human. Steve looked up: Bucky’s eyes had returned to normal, his claws were gone, the hair on his forearms and chest thinned back to normal. Steve sucked his bottom lip into his mouth and fought the urge to topple forward. If he hadn’t been so deep in his own head, he might’ve been outraged over the fact that Bucky had chosen to make him suck his dick in werewolf form. But as it was, Steve was having enough trouble just staying upright. He felt like needy, plaintive, overcooked spaghetti.

Bucky knew it too, reaching out and pulling Steve’s head in close again, encouraging him to rest his cheek on his thigh. Steve did, feeling just a little bit safer when he was right between the Alpha’s legs like this. He knew it made no sense, and he knew the good feelings in his brain were from chemicals and nothing more, but after such a long and stressful ordeal, he’d take what he could get. He wormed himself in closer so that he could sit comfortably and nuzzle at the crease of Bucky’s groin, nose into the soft weight of his balls.

“Close your eyes, Sweetheart,” Bucky murmured, petting a hand through his hair. “You just enjoy your buzz for a minute, okay? Stay soft for me. That’s what Alpha wants.” He waited until Steve was settled, and then looked up at the room of his assembled pack. “Anybody else got anything to say?” he challenged gruffly. Nobody spoke a word, and Bucky grunted in satisfaction. He looked over to where the Warden still sat on the floor, hands cuffed to the collar they’d put on him. Bucky sighed deeply. “There’s been enough bloodshed today. Toss him in with the others.”

“Boss?” Dum Dum looked uncertain.

“You heard me. Rough him up if you want, but stick him in with the others when you’re done. We don’t need any hostages complicating things at this point.”

“No hostages? So what about the omega?” the mouthy one, Batroc, said, nodding Steve’s way.

“The omega comes with us.”

It seemed like one or two of the wolves might argue over that, but before anything could be said, the ghost woman came through the wall at a run. She skidded to a halt in front of them, and Bucky stiffened in concern. “Ava. What is it?”

“Rescue is en route. We have to move.”

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soooo I need luckycharms!AU Bucky and Curt on vacation somewhere.. slutty. your choice. john wants to show his boy from the bronx the world. maybe rome? like in EYY but this time they get to truly experience and enjoy it without the fear of doom & war & death ?!!? ya kno

Ohhhh you know I love a good Italy trip lmaooo. Cattonquick in Liguria was my favorite thing to write. Now I get to write Bucky and Curt being sluts? I’m so lucky. Ripping the nude beach idea right out of my Cattonquick fic and putting a Curtbucky twist on it.

Andiamo!

This request got pregnant with this other one ⬆️ it felt right so we went with it!!

HONORABLE MENTION;

Don’t read if you aren’t down with these: More vibrating butt plug, nude beach filth, ‘daddy’ is used twice, spanking, very very very very light dom/sub vibes if you squint but hardly, Curt is a cunt, abundant use of pet names

All it took was a few planted magazines on the coffee table for Bucky to quickly realize where Curt had wanted to visit, and the places he absolutely did not.

“Paris would be so fun, don’tcha think?” His legs were stretched over Bucky’s thighs who had been intently eyeing the score of the Brewers versus the Reds, dramatically huffing and puffing as the score continued not to work out in his home teams favor.

“Yeah, baby.” Bucky nodded, acting as though he was hardly listening but he was instead taking permanent mental notes. Paris is added to the possible itinerary, as is Aspen, Madeira, Lagos and Porto.

Then came ramblings of Barcelona, ripe springtime strawberries held between Curt’s lips as he flipped through pages filled with beautiful images of Casa Batlló, La Sagrada Famila, and the Picasso museum. “Look.” He turned the magazine around, pointing to the water. “Look how blue the water is, Ducky. We ain’t ever gonna see that here, huh? Closest we got is Coney Island.” He chuckled, again oblivious to Bucky’s mental note taking, the itinerary growing longer and longer with each new travel magazine Bucky hid around the house.

“Why do you got all these, anyway?” Curt grabbed the latest addition, a travel guide of Italy. “You got like thirty of the things.”

“I get ‘em for free at the office.” Bucky lied, and felt bad about it. “Guess Harding never cancelled the subscription when he was cruise shopping. I snag ‘em before he can realize they were even delivered.”

Curt hummed and nodded his head, puffing at the joint between his lips, all sprawled out over the cushioned window bench like a sunbathing feline. “I’d do anything to go to Italy.” He whispered, and alarms went off in Bucky’s head.

Bingo, bing, bingo.

Ding, ding, ding!

“My Nonna tells me stories about growin’ up in Bologna.” He hung upside down, the magazine held over his face as he multitasked like never before. A couple puffs, a flick of the page, ashing his joint, running his gorgeous mouth. “Oh, look!” He scrambled to his knees and sat upright again to turn the magazine around like it was his turn for show and tell. “Pompeii!” He flipped the page, his excitement growing. “Look! Tits! Dicks! Ass!” He pointed to all of it, the page covering the top rated nude beach in the country, Guvano.

And so, when Curt went back to his campus dorm room for a few days to hunker down and study for finals before summer break, Bucky did his own studying on hotels, which quickly had been switched to villas, vineyards, tours, beaches, restaurants, you fucking name it.

He had eventually enlisted the help of a concierge, but it wasn’t for a lack of trying. He didn’t speak Italian and he wanted to know what was really worth seeing, according to the locals.

Come Friday evening, Curt looked and felt like he’d been beaten with two cinder blocks, trudging into Bucky’s stretch of hallway once he stepped inside.

He barely had any energy left to announce his arrival, quiet footsteps wandering into the kitchen where Bucky stood with his hip jutted, his phone an inch away from his face and a wine glass in the other as he read closely each step of the recipe he’d chosen to make for dinner.

Cacio e Pepe and scottadito. Earlier, he prepped for the perfect Caesar salad, ready to eat since he knew Curt would be starved to death after his finals.

“Hey.” A voice squeaked after the source had snapped an incognito photo on his phone of that version of Bucky — quiet, contemplative, focused.

“Jesus.” Bucky dropped his phone onto the counter. “Baby, you gotta make some noise or somethin’. I’ll have a heart attack.”

Curt huffed a laugh through his nostrils and shuffled the floors toward him to wrap himself around Bucky, his eyes closed as he rested his head against the mans chest. “Oh,” Bucky cooed, rubbing circles into Curt’s back once he’d sat down the glass of wine he’d become rather familiar with in the last hour or so. “How’d it go?”

“My brain.” Curt groaned, pressing his face into Bucky’s chest. “It hurts.”

Curt, as Bucky had quickly realized, was a goddamn genius and he knew just how to work it. Never to speak out of turn, always raw and honest and never pretending to be something he isn’t, that thick New York accent poking through even the most intelligent sentences Bucky had ever heard in his life.

Listen to this, listen to this. Alright. Here we go.

Curt stood in front of Bucky, reading part of his final presentation project as practice with one of Bucky’s sweaters hanging to his mid thigh and another joint rolled with pink papers between his teeth.

The potential of shape memory alloys in morphin’ wing technology with adaptive geometries that adjust in real-time could greatly optimize performance across various flight conditions.

Curt took another puff, his eyes locked on Bucky instead of the paper in his hand. He’d memorized it all and knew it by heart. After all, it was a touchy subject he felt passionate about.

Furthermore, research shows that this could increase fuel efficiency, reduce emissions, and could have a hand in improvin’ maneuverability.

Bucky was speechless, his jaw slack, hearts spilling out of his eyes and onto the floor. He was no help really, because every goddamn thing Curtis did was absolute perfection.

“Feed it.” Bucky held Curt to his chest with one hand while the other grabbed a plate, built an excellent Caesar, and offered it in front of a barstool at the island in the middle of the kitchen where half of it was still occupied by Bucky’s iPad, his knives, his cutting board and all of his oils and seasonings.

“You’re a real homemaker, you know, Egan.” Curt reluctantly detached himself from Bucky and plopped into the stool, stabbing forkfuls of lettuce and shoving it in his mouth while Bucky poured him a glass of some orange-ish hipster rosé, because the red shit gave him headaches and made him feel sleepy.

Good taste, Bucky would say.

You’re a natural at spending money.

“Yeah?” Bucky leaned against the island, pressing sweet kisses to Curt’s face despite the way he was feverishly shoving salad into it. “You gonna have me all kept at home while you make the dough, hm?” he was teasing, but knew once Curt got his foot in the door at a job after graduation, he’d be making his own natural hipster wine budget.

Big time.

“You think I will?” Curt murmured through a full mouth, booping noses with Bucky who nodded.

“Obviously, baby. No other choice, I fear.” Bucky watched intently as Curt sipped his wine, giggled, blushed, rolled his eyes. “How you feelin’ about the final?”

“Dunno.” Curt shrugged, watching Bucky continue on his prep for dinner and dessert. “I did good on the presentation part. It’s the fuckin’ multiple choice that I get so fucked up on. I’m indecisive! The shit’s outdated — how long they been makin’ us poor brain dead fucks fill in some bubbles, ya know?” He gulped more wine from his glass, “Like, since the dawn of time, I bet. And ain’t that shitty? You’d think they would—“

A red envelope was plopped in front of him, sealed with wax.

“What’s this?”

Bucky shrugged, sipping his glass of wine nonchalantly. “Dunno. Found it. Think it might be yours.”

Curt gave him a look of confusion, shaded with hints of brattiness and sass.

Bucky could eat him up.

His fingers deftly peeled the envelope open, his eyes taking in the words that he could hardly comprehend. “Italy?” He whispered, his heart sinking to his gut. “You’re kiddin’, Bucky..”

“I was going to wait until we got your score back from the final. But I know you’ll pass and I just couldn’t wait.” Bucky braced himself for Curt’s suddenly energized squealing and jumping and screaming and hooting and kissing and licking and all of it.

So. There they were, beach Guvano, the very same one in the magazine Curt had brought with him to compare and contrast magazines versus real life — so far, not a single thing had disappointed him.

“How’s it look?” Bucky asked from beside Curt, sprawled out on their beach blanket as he shoved sweet grapes into his cheeks.

“Less people here than in the pictures.” Curt had stripped down, of course, as he typically found any reason at all not to wear clothes at any time, no matter the location. “But I like that. ‘Cause some of these people in here shouldn’t be seen with clothes on.”

Bucky swatted his thigh, a dumb grin tugging his lips. “Bad boy. Be nice.”

Curt smirked and rolled onto his belly and closer to Bucky who still wore his skimpy little black speedo that he purchased simply to fit in with the rest of the Europeans.

American swim trunks didn’t feel authentic.

“You gonna lemme see the rest of ya?” Curt pressed a kiss to Bucky’s unbelievably tan, warm, sweaty neck. “Or you gonna be a perv?”

Bucky shrugged, scrolling on his phone in his left hand, his right buried deep in Curtis’ loose brown sea-salty waves and occasionally grabbing more grapes to chomp on. “Do pervs keep their swimsuits on at nude beaches?”

“Yes, actually.” Curt nodded, wagging his little ass once a warm breeze had tickled over it, his favorite plug between his sunburnt cheeks — the one that he’d worn to dinner with Bucky and Gale not long ago.

And Bucky had already started playing with him.

“I think the real pervs have vibrating plugs in their asses. In public.” Bucky gave Curt a look of mock-surprise once he’d flicked the level up to two, meeting Curt’s look of real shock with one of pure theatrics.

His mouth agape, his brows furrowed, his chin quivering as he moaned.

“Goddamn it.”Curtis cursed.

“Feel good?” Bucky whispered, the shade from their umbrella almost hiding them from the rest of the beach where the closest visitor seemed about thirty yards down the shoreline, minding their own business with their tits out. “S’your favorite one, isn’t it?”

Curt nodded quickly, his gaze softening into little horny feline slits, thick black lashes practically fluttering over his own pink cheeks, the freckles over the bridge of his nose accentuated by hours spent outdoors sipping wine or cappuccinos and eating all the finest culinary in the city. “Mhm.. M’favorite. Yeah.” He spluttered, practically drooling already.

Bucky laid his phone on his chest, reaching forward to caress his sweet boys soft cheeks instead, gathering the moisture from Curt’s wet lips onto his thumb and licking it clean. “God, you’re so fucking sweet.” He fawned, admiring again a practically frozen Curtis who whimpered softly in response.

“C’mere, my baby.” He hooked a hand around Curt’s waist and pulled him closer, the top half of his body resting over Bucky’s chest while the bottom involuntarily rut against every warm gust of wind with his ass or the blanket atop the soft sand with his cock.

Curt’s lips had found Bucky’s fingers, sucking them like he would his cock, or Gale’s, whenever their schedules aligned these days. “I passed my exam.” He breathed, pulling away from the hand he held with both of his own, half the size of Bucky’s. “Gotta ninety.”

Although he was expecting a one hundred or more including the bonus questions that saved his ass, he was nowhere near unhappy with where his GPA stood going into his second year.

Bucky lit up, of course, kissing him like it could be their last. “I fucking knew it.” He whispered between kisses. “My fucking genius boy. God, you’re so fucking smart. It’s so sexy.”

Bucky would eat him if he could.

Carry him around just like that, wherever he went, there Curt would be.

“What can I say?” Curt grinned, lips drenched in shared saliva. “Somebody besides J.Lo has to make a name for the Bronx.”

Bucky snarled a laugh. “Christ,” he chased the moan that escaped Curtis into his own mouth to devour it. “Better graduate early, then.” He teased, his hand grabbed again and the fingers enveloped once more in the soft hallows of Curt’s cheeks that grew pinker by the minute.

He wiggled his ass again against the plug that was stuffing him, eventually moving to sit on his folded legs and rut against his own heel, Bucky’s gaze watching all the while beneath a pair of sunglasses with rather transparent brown lenses.

Curt loved to be watched.

He loved, so very much, to be the center of Bucky’s world.

He’d put on little shows for him, all sweaty and panting and begging for it. He’d become a mess, held together by prayer alone at the altar he worshipped so reverently - theirs — their love, their passion, their unbridled blazing hearts that had morphed together somewhere along the way, or perhaps in lifetimes before this one.

This love, the one that gushed so unabashedly, was the reason Bucky was able to stomach the sight of Gale between his baby’s legs, or the way Curt sucked on his fingers while Gale fucked all of his courtroom rage out of him, his pretty blue eyes in the back of his head.

Whatever they did with Gale was an extension of their love, yes, but it would never get between it.

Could never harm it.

Bucky caressed his parted thighs but didn’t dare to touch Curt’s cock that leaked sweet little milky white droplets down his smooth shaft, a sight to behold since so much was typically impossible without a belly full of Bucky’s cum. “You’re so fuckin’ wet. Getting yourself all messy.” He whispered.

Curt was aroused beyond reason — every one of his milder kinks (amongst many others that wouldn’t be appropriate beneath the blue sky) were being fulfilled. Bucky’s eyes on him, sweet little words muttered in praise and adoration.

The sun on his shoulders, the sea breeze sending shivers down his spine.

His bent legs spread wider until he was sat between them, his ass plopped onto the beach blanket which he ground himself into. “Look’it what you done to me, daddy.” His voice was low and rasped through breathy gasps and moans, “I want your big cock in me so bad.” He chomped his teeth at Bucky, proving to be all bark and no bite.

Bucky hummed, ignoring the rumble of thunder that hung above their heads, and his cock that stiffened so much his Speedo struggled to conceal it. “Not here, honey.” He adjusted his sunglasses to sit perfectly nestled in his brown curls, his usually loose waves tightened and accentuated from the saltwater still in it from that morning. “Laws still exist in Italy, you know. I looked it up.” He had no reason to study European law, but for this, he did a little research.

“But —“ Curt whined, his palms flat against his thighs as he rode the plug like he would Bucky, feeling the intensity of the vibrations kick up a notch when Bucky flicked a little green bug off his phone screen, the notch set to its maximum which they’d never done before. Especially not after sitting on a three for so long.

Curt hardly knew what to do with himself, the fire in his loins growing and growing, just like the storm cloud that hung above their heads. “Too much — I can’t —“ he panted, scrambling to reach between his legs and get rid of it but Bucky abruptly stopped him.

“Ah, ah.” Bucky tsked, “Don’t you dare.” He pressed gentle kisses over Curt’s knuckles that held onto him like a lifeline, tight white and shaking.

“Please,” Curt whined, looking between his legs and down at his own cock that had yet to reach its climax but continued to trickle with a steady stream of excitement and arousal, toes curling as he squealed.

“You gonna come?” Bucky sat up, then. He thought maybe he was going to witness history — Curtis Biddick making himself come without being pumped full of it first. “Oh, honey. You’re so close. I can see it. Fucking look at you.” Scrunched nose, back arched, nails digging into his own thighs. “Make a mess, baby. I’ll clean you up.”

Curt huffed and puffed, their umbrella swaying in the wind and a drizzle of rain peppering his warm shoulders. “I’m g’na come.” He said through rapid huffs of breath.

“Give it to daddy, baby. C’mon.” Bucky was doing that sexy little thing he’d do. He’d pout his lips and mutter filthy encouragement through a clenched jaw. He grabbed Curt’s cheeks and severed their gaze, instead redirecting his attention down to his own cock. “Watch with me.”

Curt was wailing, watching his body react instinctively to everything happening to it but the closer he crept, the lighter he felt the vibrations becoming until they were gone completely.

And then came the torrential downpour.

“What happened?” Bucky asked once Curt began cursing, pulling his hands away from their restrictions in Bucky’s grasp to pump himself but there was hardly any hope in it.

“It fucking died!” Curt was angry.

He pulled the thing out of him and tossed it harshly into their beach bag, pulling on his so very American swim trunks and his Blink-182 tshirt. “Fucking bullshit goddamn technology, Bucky! I could make a better fucking goddamn fucking thing than that — fuck!” Curt was still panting but every other sensation he felt only a moment ago had been so abruptly ripped away from him.

“Well do it, then.” Bucky grumbled, sitting up and gathering their things as the storm raged on and Curtis stood with his arms folded, clearly pouting and being no help at all. “If you’re so fucking disappointed. It’s your job to charge it, Curt. It’s going in your ass, after all.”

Bucky rummaged for the keys to their rental car, soaked by the rain but still looking so rideable despite Curt’s suddenly horrendous attitude. “But you’re the one that fucks the battery!” He waved his arms, “With your fucking bullshit!”

Curt was left there, standing in the rain while Bucky made a beeline for their big Audi SUV that was similar in size to Bucky’s Range Rover, but he’d made several comments about maybe thinking about switching to something a bit more like this back home. “If you’re going to drain the battery, I’m just fuckin’ sayin’ you should also be held accountable for chargin’ it, too.” His voice followed behind, catching up eventually.

Bucky had opened the passenger door for Curt to get in before he even made it back over to the car, hoping he’d curl up for a nap and fall asleep before Bucky was done loading up the car again.

He couldn’t be so lucky.

“You still runnin’ your mouth?” Bucky furrowed his brows, shaking sand out of their beach blanket before folding it neatly.

“Yes!” Curt whined, wanting to fucking cry. Bucky wasn’t hearing him — he wasn’t understanding. He was so, so fucking close. He felt the butterflies wake up in his belly, his heart hammered in his chest, his legs felt like they’d turned to goo.

And then nothing.

“You aren’t listenin’ to me!”

Bucky closed the trunk before he sauntered to Curt, his neck craned downward to look at him. “Bend over.” He pointed to the passenger seat, voice stern but steady.

Sharp, but buttery smooth around the edges.

Curt stuttered for a moment, “I — Bucky,” but suddenly realized it would be his pleasure to do just that.

A silence settled between them as they stood in the rain, their narrowed gazes in a standoff until Curt backed down and draped himself over the leather interior, his trunks pulled roughly below the plump curve of his ass that fucking jiggled when he spread his legs a little, perking his ass out for Bucky to spank.

“Make it a good one.” Curt quipped, his tone almost bordering mockery. “Or it’d be a shame you bent me over at all.”

Bucky had been a little pissed off by that one, but knew whole heartedly that had been the exact point — Curt knew what he was doing.

The buttons to push.

The buttons he licked with his tongue and bit with his canines until he drew blood.

The buttons he knew all too well.

A loud and heavy handed crack left a vivid and splotchy pink handprint over the delicious and a little bit sunburnt strawberry milky white skin of Curt’s right cheek, his knuckles bitten as he whined.

“I want an apology, Curtis.” Bucky bent over his body, nipping at his ear. “Not fair to take your frustration out on me, is it?”

Curt rolled his eyes, grinning into the leather of the seat beneath him as they replaced the new car smell with their own. “Fuck you.” He mumbled, going to sit up again until a hand forced him back down.

“What was that?” Bucky shoved Curt’s stance wider with his knee, feeling a hand back again to spank Curt’s left cheek that time. He hardly tensed up at it, seeming to melt under each crack against his skin.

What am I gonna do with you, Biddick?

“Hm?”

Curt wasn’t so tough eventually. All it took was three more good whips of skin against skin before he was back to begging for it. “Just let me sit on it while you drive.” He begged, clearly unaware how unrealistic and — even moreso— unsafe that sounded.

They had a schedule that day that allowed little wiggle room and Bucky had warned Curtis of this plenty before they made the reservations that they did.

We’ll have no time to play in between, Curtie. You realize that, right?

Curt nodded his head, encouraging Bucky to confirm their reservations.

I’m not an animal, Bucky. I can control myself. Jesus.

Lie.

“C’mon. We can make it work. Please.”

Bucky checked his watch and shook his head. “We have the tour you wanted to do in an hour, Curtis.” He pulled Curt’s trunks up and manhandled him into his seat despite his resistance. “And we’re not going to be fucking late because of your bullshit.”

He closed Curt’s door and made way around the vehicle to his own where he hopped in and turned over the engine, blasting the AC against their warm skin as O Mio Bambino Care droned through the speakers.

“I’m sorry.” Curt whispered, leaning over the middle console and pressing kisses to Bucky’s bicep and shoulder. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean what I said — I — I was havin’ an outburst.”

Those happened often.

Curt was simply a hothead, too used to acting out on his first instinct, which was always anger.

Gale was helping him work through this, but wasn’t always around to be the mediator.

Bucky wasn’t going to let him hide behind that excuse forever, though. “No, you weren’t.” He mumbled. “You were being shitty just to be shitty.” He rolled a window down and lit a cigarette. “I didn’t come either, you know.” He looked toward Curtis again. “You don’t hear me crying about it.”

Curt scrambled in his seat, crawling into Bucky’s and subsequently falling into his lap, his back smashing against the horn but he didn’t give a fuck. At the very least, it made Bucky smile. “You’re right. I’m shitty. I was bein’ shitty just to be fuckin’ shitty. And I’m sorry.” He inhaled the smoke Bucky shared with him, their lips slotting together perfectly.

Bucky could never deny Curtis the satisfaction of an accepted apology — this wasn’t a real fight. It was nothing of the sort.

It was a squabble, yes, but in the end, it wouldn’t make or break anything.

Except a few of Bucky’s fragile nerves.

“Still doesn’t mean I’m gonna fuck you, honey.” Bucky smirked, cigarette between his teeth. “C’mon, back in your spot. We gotta get goin’.”

#💌#yoyo writes #I love these two #curtbucky #this one is so long #masters of the air #lcau

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