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daddysfangirls-marvel · 7 months

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Polyamorous: Interruptions

*Bonus*

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader x Bucky Barnes/ Stucky x reader

Warning: fluff, smut

Polyamorous material list

Three bad interruptions and one good

Children are wonderful, and parenthood is beautiful. Bucky, Steve, and (Y/n) loved it. Enjoyed every moment of it and loved their children very much. There wasn't a day that went by that they didn't love their children and show it. Their daughter and their son, their sun and their moon.

No one told them what they'd gain from parenthood.

And no one told them what they'd lose with parenthood either.

They love being parents, but gods did they miss being able to fuck in peace.

Bad

(Y/n) giggled as Bucky pressed kisses along her shoulders and down her back. "Good morning to you, too" she said

"I can make it better," he whispered as he started to pull her panties down. She hummed and kept her eyes closed as he removed her panties. She buried her face into her pillow as he continued to kiss her shoulder and massaged her hips and ass.

"Time?" she asked as his fingers lowered, stroking her lips.

"7:47," he said as he found her clit, giving it small circles.

She moaned, "They'll be home soon". Them being Steve and Ash. Steve and Sam had gone for an early morning run, and Ash joined them. Steve wanted to spend more time with her, and she wanted to be out in the city more. That being said, their run would come to an end soon. They were undoubtedly on their way back to the tower, and they would be here sooner rather than later.

"Then we'll have to be really quick," Bucky said, pulling his finger back, pulling down his sweatpants and freeing himself. He groaned as he stroked her clit with his tip before pushing inside. She sighed as felt him slide into her. Laying on top of her, he turned her head to kiss him before lacing their fingers together. She moaned lightly as he slowly thrust against her.

It was slow and soft with gentle moans and kisses. They held on to each other, leaving no space between them.

"I love you," Bucky whispered as he kissed her

"I love you," (Y/n) moaned against his lips.

He groaned as she started to push back into him, grinding into him. "More," she begged.

"I can give you -"

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

The door cracked up with a little warning, but a few quick knocks and Ash stuck her head in. "Are you awake?" she whispered.

"Morning, sweetheart," Bucky said in a rough voice, trying to give the illusion of just waking up. Thank the heavens she couldn't see his face because she'd see his full-blown panic, And thank his past self for being too lazy to remove the blankets because then she'd see what they were doing.

"Steve and I got breakfast on the way if you want some"

"Thanks," he said, and she dipped out, closing the door behind her.

"Shut the fuck up," Bucky cursed as (Y/n) started to shake from laughter as she buried her face in her pillows.

"I told you so," She whined as he pulled out.

"I said shut up," he said again as he slapped her ass. She yelped but continued giggling. "That was a close call."

"Learn to lock the door before trying to seduce me"

Bad

Steve was on the phone with some big fancy politician. And Bucky was bored. He was supposed to have lunch with Steve, but this call was taking longer than anticipated, so he was sitting here bored out of his mind and hungry. He already lost interest in playing with the figurines on his desk.

He watches as Steve throws down his pen, now nodding and humming along to whatever is being said. He rolls his chair back and runs his hands through his hair, giving Bucky a sympathetic look. It was likely that they wouldn't be having lunch together after all. But maybe they could still do something with him.

Standing up, Bucky walked around the desk. He kissed Steve's forehead as he massaged his shoulders. Steve closed his eyes and leaned into his touch. Leaning forward, he kisses his neck as his hands rub his chest.

"Well, if it comes to that, sir, I'm sure you'll have better solutions by then." Steve Swatted Bucky's hands away as he reached for his pants.

Rolling his eyes, Bucky stepped around the chair to stand in between Steve's legs. Steve's eyes got comically big as Bucky kneeled in between his legs and laid his head on his thigh, and.... nothing. As he froze up, Bucky didn't do anything but lay his head on his thigh and close his eyes. But Steve knew Bucky better than this, so he knew that this wasn't his end game. He wanted more. He was planning more. And he would not get caught in those plans while on the phone with a senator.

"Sir, something has come up and needs my attention... Yes, sir ...I'll be sure to finish and send those to you as soon as possible. Alright... goodbye." He quickly hung up the phone.

"Finally," Bucky said as he unbuttoned Steve's pants. " Don't give me that look. I waited until you were off the phone."

Steve chuckled but didn't stop him as he unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down. "If you're not going to take me to lunch, you can at least give me this... yeah?"

Bucky started to look hesitant before Steve dashed it. " Don't worry, and I'm still taking you for lunch after. You deserve it for waiting for me and ...this".

Finally, freeing his cock from its restraints which were his jeans. " I like doing this, I always like doing this"

Steve sighed and leaned back as he watched Bucky. He watched him, and his eyes were on him as he licked up the length of his cock and sucked on his tip, and stroked the rest of him. He gasped and arched his back as he started fondling and tugging on his balls. Steve moaned as he took the rest of him in his mouth. He put a hand in his hair and tugged slightly as he started bobbing his head.

"Fuck, You're too good for me," Steve hissed.

Bucky let go with a pop he smiled, whipping his leaking cum. "And you taste too good"

Reaching forward with the hand not stroking him, he pulled Steve down for a kiss.

"c'mere," Steve said as Bucky stood up. He pulled him forward, having him straddle him. He began to unbuckle his belt and zipper. " Let's see how good you taste"

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, I'm going to put you across this-"

"Hey, Steve Ash needs-OH SHIT" The door swung open without warning, and Bruce came in and quickly turned around and dropped his files on the way. " I'M SO SORRY, I'M SO SORRY"

As Bruce quickly tried to gather his files, Bucky and Steve went to hide themselves back in their pants and make themselves more presentable. By the time they had gathered themselves, Bruce was already gone.

"Fuck" Steve said as Bucky sat on his desk.

"No, actually, we didn't get that far." Steve swatted his thigh. "How much trauma do you think that was?"

"At least a week of silence."

Bad

"Fuck" Bucky cursed as he arched his back, pushing himself further onto her. "Wait, wait," he called out.

"Are you okay?" Steve asked as he passed over (Y/n), rubbing his chest. (Y/n) kissed him along his jaw and down his neck to his chest.

"Yeah, I just.... I need another... to adjust. Sorry"

"Don't be sorry," (Y/n) said. "Take your time. Talk to us, How does it feel?"

Bucky let out a shaky sigh. " I just... overwhelmed. Too much ...Need a second is all."

"Do you want me to-"

"NO," Bucky said as he reached back, grabbing (y/n)'s arm. "Stay!"

"Okay, okay," (Y/N) reassured him with kisses and massaging his chest, " You tell us what you want, okay?"

He took a moment to breathe and relax once he was feeling better. He nodded, signaling them to go ahead. (Y/n) kissed him. Steve ran a hand through his hair before he leaned back. Taking hold of (Y/n)'s hips, he thrusted, pushing her forward into Bucky. He groaned as she moaned. It was like a domino effect he'd push forward into her, and she'd push forward into him, and they'd both sing for him.

Three filled with the sound of slapping skin and moaning.

"Fuck" Bucky whimpered as (Y/n) started stroking him.

"Yes, you feel... so good," she said as she stroked him she pinched his nipple with her other hand. " I want you to paint my chest. C'mon cum for me," (Y/n) said as she started to stroke him faster, matching Steve's thrusts.

"You'll paint my chest, won't you, Bucky ... and Steve will fill me up."

Steve pulled her back for a kiss. His hand joined hers in stroking Bucky. " I'll fill you up and make him clean you out." They both moaned at that. " You guys like the sound of that." He chuckled as he wrapped his hand around her neck, squeezing it slightly he felt her react, her wall clamping down on his nasd, sucking him further in.

"You'd love it" he whispered against her skin as she whimpered.

"fuc-"

"MOMMY!" The door flew open, revealing Ian on a step stool.

The throuple quickly detached and moved to cover themselves with sheets as their three-year-old son cried by the door.

"what's wrong, honey?" Steve said as he was the quickest to recover and cover himself with a blanket around his waist. He rushed to his son. (Y/N) and Bucky was still on the bed, working to remove her harness under the sheets. Praising their son wouldn't notice, and he didn't see.

Ian didn't say anything he just cried. Upon further inspection, it was then that Steve noticed that his son was covered in dried mud and gunk. Fun fact about Baby Ian: he did not like to be messy for too long.

"Oh Honey,"

"I'M SORRY," came a shout down the hall as Ash rushed over. She was supposed to have even for the day. " I'm so sorry, he's supposed to be outside." She said as she tried to grab him, but (Y/n), now in a robe and freed from her harness, beat her to it.

"My little baby"

"I'm sorry, we went to the park, and we came back, but you guys were...busy, so we went to the garden. I turned my back, and he was gone. I'm so sorry"

"It's okay, you're fine," Steve said he went to put his hand on his shoulder but fortunately decided against it.

"He just wanted to get clean," (Y/n) said as she bounced him on her hip "And you will. You're going to take a bath with Mommy." She said as she walked out of the room going to use Ian's bathroom instead of her own.

"I'm sorry we interrupted ...." she motioned to the room and...bed. Bucky managed to find some sweatpants and joined Steve.

"It's fine. Thank you for taking him for the day. And giving us ours," Bucky said.

" He's my brother. We had fun," Ash said, and it was true she didn't mind hanging out with her younger brother if anything, the age difference made everything more fun. She couldn't wait until he was old enough to talk properly. "I'll leave you guys to... you" And with that she quickly fled to her room.

And Stev closed the door. " You were supposed to lock the door"

"Me?! I was busy getting fucked in the ass. You came in last; you should have locked the door."

"I came out the shower. Through that door not this door. You came in through this door last so it's your fault."

"Is not"

"Is to"

"Is not"

"Is to"

" I'm not arguing with you." Bucky said, "Let's take a shower, get dressed, and finally put on those baby safety knobs you said you were going to put on two weeks ago"

Steve sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck. " I was busy".

Good

(Y/n) walked in and found Bucky leaning against and gripping the bathroom counter and Steve kneeling before him, bobbing his head up and done on his cock. She stood at the door for a moment, just watching. Watching as Steve held on to his hips, he slowly moved his head while licking the underside of his cock, as he looked up at him through his eyelashes. Watching as Bucky leaned against the sink, gripping the counter with one hand and running his fingers through Steve's hair with the other, watching him with hooded eyes.

"That's not good for your hips," She said, bringing attention to herself. " How about we move this to the bed, yeah?"

Standing back up, Steve gives Bucky a peck and then crosses the room to give (y/n) a full-on kiss. (Y/n) kept kissing him as she walked backward to the bed. He began to put on her dress, trying to unbutton it when she stopped him.

"Let's try something else," She said. She unbuttoned her dress further, opening the front. Bucky came up behind Steve, kissing his shoulder and neck. He bent him over on the bed, and (Y/n) pulled his head into her lap. Leaning over him, Bucky kissed (y/n) as he slowly pushed into Steve, he whimpered and hissed as Bucky thrust into him. (Y/n) ran her fingers through his head and scratched his scalp. The feeling was soothing and overwhelming all at once. Really, it was something he never felt before.

He whimpered more as he pushed his face into (y/n) stomach.

"Fuck" Bucky moaned as he held on to his hips, thrusting into Steve " Fucking perfect. Isn't he fucking perfect"

"Perfection" (Y/n) watched as Steve opened his mouth, letting out a string of moans. " You fit perfectly. Where you belong, isn't that right, Steve?" he moaned. " Use your words, baby boy"

"So good...so perfect," he groaned. " Fit," he whimpered, digging his nails into her side. He chokes as Bucky picks up and puts his head on the edge of the bed, giving him a much deeper angle.

(Y/n) continued to run her fingers through his hair as Bucky's thrusts pushed him further into her stomach. He moaned as she tugged lightly.

Suddenly, they pulled back. Steve was confused as Bucky suddenly pulled out, and (Y/n) pulled away, removing his arms. He was turned over to his back before he could express his confusion out loud.

"FUCK" he moaned as Bucky thrust back into his knees to his chest, his head once again in (y/n)'s lap she held one of his hands while the other dug into the sheets.

(Y/n) watched as pleasure washed over his face, each thrust came with a soft moan."Beautiful," she said.

Bucky let out a particularly loud groan. Pulling out, he took both his cock and Steve in one hand, stroking them both.

"I-I...help," Bucky said

Reaching forward, (Y/n) took over, stroking both of them slowly.

"You need help?" she asked seductively as she wiped her thumb over both their tips they were leaking, nearly ready to bust. "You need my hand?"

"Only yours," Bucky moaned. They both arched their backs into her touch.

"Then tell me, tell me how good I make you feel. Tell me how good it is."

"too good, so good," Bucky groaned as he leaned forward, kissing her.

" Fuck me, please feels so good," Steve begged, letting go of the sheets he reached up and grabbed her breast, letting go of his hand. She grabbed at the breast he was holding. Steve watched as they kissed above him, exchanging moans and tongues.

Steve started thrusting up against Bucky and into (y/n) hand.

"Cum.... Cumming" Steve moaned out as he came spilling onto his stomach.

And the sight of and sound of Steve was enough to Bucky over the edge, spilling onto his stomach as well. Cum mixing together.

Bucky falls over to the side. The three sit for a moment in silence, with (y/n) running her hands through both of their hairs.

Steve took hair hand and kissed it. Kissing her fingertips, knuckles, and wrist going up her arm (Y/n) sees what he's doing and quickly stops him, pulling her arm away.

"What's wrong?" they both sit up. " Are you alright?"

"There's nothing wrong." (Y/n) said as she removed her dress completely, tossing it into a chair in the corner of the room.

"You just don't want to?" Bucky said, relaxing slightly because she wasn't hurt, at least not physically, from what he could see.

"No, I do, I really do," She said as she reached forward, kissing him. " You don't know how much I want to. But I can't"

"Why?" Steve asked

"She says I have to take it easy, shouldn't risk anything, at least not for a while"

Now they were confused and concerned "What? Who? Why?"

"Dr. Tsunade"

And that, paired with her grin, was all the explanation they needed. Suddenly, Steve jumped out of bed, picked up (Y/n), and twirled her around, but then he stopped quickly, putting her back down just as quickly as he picked her up. He hesitantly but gently put his hand on her stomach.

"Bucky," Steve said as he looked at him, "there's a.... we're having...haha".

Bucky placed a hand, his right hand, on her stomach." It's ours"

"That's what I came to tell you. But you guys were busy. I didn't want to interrupt."

"You should have interrupted. I could suck his dick anytime. This- This is a miracle." Steve said, gently kissing her stomach." this is our miracle"

"Yeah, Yeah, it is"

"Our baby"

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winterspiderpurrs · 5 months

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Pack Omega Peter Parker 7 months pregnant.

He is normally a ray of sunshine.

But with his pregnancy hormones going, he has turned into a power bottom who gets mad so easily.

The Alphas just don't know how to handle it. Sure most of it they enjoy.

But when it's time to wake Peter up from his nap?

They are scared to wake him and have to deal with grumpy Peter.

Whose turn is it anyway to wake him??

#writing prompt #pack omega peter parker #alpha beta omega #omega peter parker #polyamorous peter parker #polycule #avengers polycule #peter parker x bucky barnes #starker #shieldspider #spidershield #winterspiderpurrs

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dddemigirl · 1 month

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Silly collage that I made because I want more blogs to follow. I’ll be tagging this with the fandoms/things shown. Also: hi, I’m a furry artist! Those are my drawings!

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dcvina-claires · 6 months

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straight friend groups be like: *blonde girl* *chad* *the funny one* *kyle* *brunette girl* *frat boy*

gay friend groups be like: *divorced rich pirate captain* *depressed pirate known as blackbeard* *mean goth sidekick with a unicorn peg leg* *nonbinary assassin brought up to avenge their family’s death* *flirtatious scribe with a tendency of getting lost at sea* *the nice one who wears crocs in the middle of a fight* *lute player with a grudge against cats* *compulsive liar with bad taste in idols* *chef who’s definitely committed medical malpractice* *the sea goddess calypso* *a literal bird* *bi woman who really likes snakes* *pirate queen* *gentle giant who’s name is a synonym for tooth* *polyamorous woman who steals people’s noses* *poison trained husband*

#if i forgot someone feel free to yell at me #our flag means death #ofmd #stede bonnet #edward teach #izzy hands #jim jimenez #lucius spriggs #oluwande boodhari #frenchie ofmd #black pete #roach ofmd #wee john feeney #nathaniel buttons #archie ofmd #zheng yi sao #fang ofmd #spanish jackie #the swede

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incorrect-trolls-imagines · 3 months

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Hi! How was your day? Good,i hope?

Anyways,I found your account recently and I really liked your partner squad AU! It's so wholesome and funny 😭 And I love Polyamorous relationships (i guess that's what it is?)

Here's a little headcanon (?) request for them,because I read the 'loosing colors' HC and I think that was just my favorite thing out of the partner squad thingies-

Honestly,I just want some hurt/comfort. I like crying (/j)

I give total freedom to you about what angst it is,but if you want,or are out of ideas,here are some:

-Reader comes back home after being harassed (not s3xually,maybe just about the way they act? Maybe they just stick out a lot and some people don't like it??? Some people are bullies man..)

-Overworked reader (Maybe breaking down??)

-Socially anxious reader?

-the reader fainting suddenly??

Something like that! Anyways,I hope this isn't too vague of a description,and that you have a fantastic day!!

-Nina/Weewoo

HII HELLO!!! THANKS FOR THE REQUEST AND I HOPE YOU'RE HAVING A NICE DAY TOO!!! AND I'M GONNA DO ALL OF THEM IDEAS YOU SENT CUZ I'M A SUCKERRRR FOR ✨A N G S T✨

okey dokey folks! we've gots some ✨A N G S T✨ to go through so it's-a time to get-a cooking!

Here's the Loosing Colors post btw and I'm gonna use that one just for this first scenario (omg. a sequel, yes!)

💙♥️🖤Partner Squad Reacting to Gray!Reader getting harassed💙♥️🖤

💞 As a whole 💞

💞 Oh, they pissed. As soon as they find out that you've been having trouble with some inconsiderate trolls being nasty to you for having lost your colors, you can bet they're practically up in arms and very eager to have a talk with those bullies.

💞 (You're mortified and somehow manage to convince them to Not Do Anything To Harsh for your sake, though.)

💞 Lots of reassurance!

💞 Your partners won't allow you to sulk or dwell too much in the whole ordeal and they'll make a combined effort to always lift your spirits up whenever you start to believe the rude and flat out unnecessary things the bullies said to you.

♥️ Barb ♥️

♥️ She's easily the most outraged out of the lot. She hates bullies (kinda ironic, yeah, but you get the idea.).

♥️ Particularly, she hates bullies that joke and tease about such sensitive topics as losing your colors. Because, c'mon, that's just straight up professional huge a-hole behavior.

♥️ Whenever she wants to help you feel more comfortable with your situation, she'll take your hands in hers and raise them to your eye level, as if wanting you to take a good look of your laced fingers.

♥️ “Y’see? I'm sorta gray too, if you think about it. But I think you rock those grays way better than me, babe.” (She's intentionally corny to get a smile out of you and it works every time.)

♥️ She tries to get back at the bullies, but she's always too obvious and you never let her have the payback she's so adamant you deserve.

🩵 Branch 🩵

🩵 He can relate.

🩵 Oh, he can relate a lot. He grew up gray and, man, can trolls be cruel even if they seem to be all sunshine and rainbows. Not to say ‘he’s had it worse’ when he was younger, no, he's not the type to downplay a situation like this, ever, but he's definitely the best candidate to help you go through this ordeal because of his past.

🩵 Lot's of open-heart talks, venting, hugs and, yes, lots of tears from both sides as well (just don't go around telling everyone, please).

🩵 He's still devastated that something as awful as losing one's colors could ever happen to you but he can't mope about it forever (never in front of you, at least); he remains strong for your sake.

🩵 He also tries to ‘avenge’ you in whatever way he can, almost begging you to let him at least do something to deal with the ones that bothered you, anything, but you never give in and eventually he gives up (very reluctantly).

🧡 Hickory 🧡

🧡 Now, Hickory over here, he's actually the only one that manages to evade your suspicions and he flat out threatens the trolls that harassed you to buck off (in an eerily peaceful and very cowboy-ish manner, might I add).

🧡 After that, you don't ever get bothered again and Hickory lets you believe that those trolls simply had a change of heart.

🧡 His way of helping you go through this hardship is not by ignoring the issue, but he just rather not mention the obvious unless it's absolutely necessary.

🧡 It's not like he's in love with you for your colors or whatever, but he does care deeply for your mood and feelings. He just wants you to be happy, y'know?

🧡 When the time comes that your colors gradually start to show up again, he just smiles and he'll go out of his way to always remind you of how beautiful those shades and tones look on you even if they're still a bit dim.

🩷 Poppy 🩷

🩷 She's frustrated, very, very much so. Why and how can other trolls be so mean and nasty???? Like Why?

🩷 After finding out about the way you were harassed, she gets clingy. She gets clingy because now she doesn't want to leave you all on your own, exposed to more mistreatment.

🩷 Just like Branch, she's familiar with the subject of color loss and she doesn't take it lightly for a second.

🩷 You could even say it's a bit of some sort of guilt she feels about the way Branch used to be treated in the past that she's now worried 24/7 about you.

🩷 She refuses to allow anyone even think about ostracizing you; she'll go feral if she ever catches someone even batting an eye at your lack of vibrant colors, let alone comment anything on the matter in a negative way.

💚 Tresillo 💚

💚 He's still not entirely used to seeing you without those lovely colors of yours and he's not shy to admit out loud that he misses them.

💚 But he doesn't do that to make you feel bad, or inadequate or guilty on any level; he's just honest like that, and he hopes for the day that your beautiful colors return.

💚 Then, and only then, he'll know you're really and truly okay. And if you're happy, he's happy.

💚 Like Poppy, he gets overprotective and almost overbearing just so he can keep an eye over you so no one else dares bother you in the slightest about your color loss.

💚 He won't threaten anyone like Hickory did, but he will glare and give the worst of stink eyes at whoever steps out of line in his presence, and man, he can look kinda scary when he's serious like that.

💙 Trollex 💙

💙 Like mentioned before, Trollex once lost his colors too after the passing of his parents, but that particular experience he has on the subject is what gives him the reassurance he needs that you can get better, just like he did and just like Branch did as well.

💙 The thought of someone bullying you for your situation makes his blood boil but he's more concerned on how you feel and what you think.

💙 Forget those bullies, they don't matter now. Now it's all about you and how you feel and what you need.

💙 He becomes a bit of a mother hen, always asking about your mood and hoping that one of these days, your bright colors will shine bright once again.

💙 He's a great listener, so if you need a shoulder to cry on or just vent, he'll always be there, ready to give you advice and make sure you always leave with a huge smile on your face.

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buckysgirl-xo · 9 months

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𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝

pairing | bucky barnes x fem!reader x loki

word count | 1.6k

warnings | minors dni! smut, nipple play, oral (f receiving), kissing, orgasms, begging, polyamory

synopsis | coming back after a 7 day mission, you were needy and you missed your boys

The minute you returned to the compound after the weeklong mission in Moscow, you sought out your boys.

You knew as soon as you left that you’d miss them, but what you didn’t plan on was the ache you felt from thinking about how you’d have to go 7 days with no orgasms. Bucky and Loki treated you so well that doing it yourself just didn’t work anymore.

By the first hour, you reminisced on the night before from when you said your goodbyes. The goodbye involved more moaning than it did actual words, but it was the best send-off you’d ever received from a lover of yours. Steve immediately asked why you were sweating and if you felt okay.

When you weren’t focused on the task at hand, you were thinking about Bucky and Loki completely ravishing you—pleasuring you in the best way possible. So, yeah, once you set foot in the hangar, you set out on your own mission to find the boys.

Speed walking down the hallway to the common room, you came across Wanda walking the opposite direction.

“In a hurry?” she asked with a smirk. Wanda was the only one in the building who knew of your rendezvous with both the soldier and the demigod. Everyone else only had public knowledge, which was your relationship with Bucky. Loki was never hurt by it. In fact, he preferred it. It was only fair since you and Bucky had already been together when the two of you asked Loki to join in.

It was never complicated, though you were wary about it at first. A polyamorous relationship was something you’d never even considered until Bucky brought it up. He had many fantasies about sharing you with another person—getting to watch as they fucked you silly—and was even more pleased when you mentioned Loki.

It was quite simple, really. Bucky and Loki shared you and you got the pleasure of being with two men who got aroused over your arousal.

“Where are they?” You spoke hurriedly, stopping in your tracks.

Wanda tsked. “Wow. Gone for a week and ‘Hello’ or “how’ve you been?’”

“Wanda,” you muttered. “Look at my face and tell me if I look like I’m in the mood to play this game with you.” Your breathing became shallow as your friend took the time to actually stare at your facial features. You eyerolled and snapped at her. “Wanda!”

“Bucky is in the gym and Loki is in his room,” the witch chuckled. “Geez, someone needs to get laid.”

You continued jogging down the hallway, heading to the elevator. “Why do you think I’m looking for them!? Thanks, love you!” You yelled back at her.

The elevator ride up to the gym felt as if years had passed even though it was only two floors up. You groaned impatiently, squeezing your thighs together to create a little bit of friction. Taking a deep breath as the doors opened, you sprinted towards the glass doors.

Bucky was facing away from you, but your core only ached with need as you eyed his glistening form. His back muscles strained as he lifted the weights and you could hear his grunt of exertion as your arm basically ripped the door off its hinges.

“Buck!”

Luckily, the weight wasn’t above his head because at the sound of your voice, Bucky dropped it and whipped around. Your eyes flitted from his face to his abs and your brain couldn’t stop the image of the night you licked whipped cream off of them.

“You’re back,” he said nonchalantly. He shuffled over to you, eyeing you hungrily. Perfect timing. “I thought I wasn’t seeing you until tomorrow.”

“Yeah, well, things change. Turns out Avengers defeat enemies quickly and efficiently when they’re thinking about being wrecked by their boyfriends as soon as they return,” you replied back. Bucky grinned knowingly, finally reaching your and capturing your lips with his.

“So needy,” the soldier growled against your lips. “Loki?”

“In his room,” you panted. “Let’s hurry, please.”

As the two of you began the trek to your other partner, you wished you had found Loki first so that he could just wave his hand and you’d have exactly what you wanted within an instant. Because with Bucky next you, right in your reach, you had to stop yourself from pushing him into an empty room and shoving his face into your pussy.

With great restraint, you made it to Loki’s bedroom, knocking on the door loudly and repeatedly.

“Norns…” you heard him muffle from the other side. The God swung open the door to find you panting and Bucky’s hand massaging your neck. Before he could make a witty retort about you being hot and bothered, you took our hand and pushed him backwards, Bucky following your every move.

With a flick of his wrist, Loki slammed his bedroom door shut. With another, he locked it. Once more and the room was sound-proofed.

“I need you,” you whispered before smashing your lips to Loki’s. “Need you both.”

Bucky came up behind you, pushing you flush against Loki’s chest, and started kissing your neck. A loud moan ripped through you and if it wasn’t for the boys’ arms wrapped around you, you would have fallen straight to the floor.

It wasn’t long before Bucky ripped your shirt off, your bra coming undone immediately after. Loki lifted you up and deposited you onto his bed, snaking off your pants and underwear.

Your slit was glistening, dripping, throbbing with want. It only intensified as you peered up to see Bucky and Loki scanning your body hungrily.

“What should we do with our girl, Barnes?” Loki rumbled, not taking his eyes off of you. You gulped and looked to Bucky for his answer.

He licked his lips with a smirk adorning them. “I think I’m a little hungry.”

Instantly understanding, you scurried backwards on the bed to make more room for the soldier. Loki situated himself at the headboard so that you could lean against him—his favorite position. Bucky crawled towards you predatorily, snaking his arms around your thighs. Your hands shot down to his head but were pulled away before you could even touch him.

“Now, now, darling,” Loki purred in your ear, sending a sharp shiver straight down your spine. “Didn’t we discuss a little thing called patience?”

You whimpered, your head falling back onto Loki’s shoulder. You could feel Bucky’s breath against your cunt, only making your need worsen. “Please…”

“We only want for this to last as long as possible, my dove,” the dark-haired God said. “Hands behind my back.”

With one last silent plead to Bucky, he only blinked and gave you another sly grin. He agreed with Loki. You had to withhold an aggravated groan, knowing it would only end in punishment, as you lifted your arms to link behind Loki’s toned back. Moments later, he reached behind himself and pressed a hand to your wrist, sending a cooling sensation over them and locking them in place. It wasn’t the first time it’s happened and it most definitely wouldn’t be the last.

That was another benefit of Loki joining this partnership; his magic could do wonders. From bondage to vibrations, Loki’s seidr was a gift. One that you never took for granted.

Though, right now, in this instance, you wish he hadn’t used it. You wanted to touch your boys as they touched you but seems as if the two of them have different plans.

Bucky spread your thighs wider, taking in the sight before him. “So pretty, baby. So wet for us.” He blew on your pussy, the cold air giving you goosebumps. You whined in desperation.

“Buck, please…”

“You think she’s waited enough, Loki?” He teased. Loki chuckled from behind you, reaching around to lightly trail is fingers from your ribs to your hip. You hissed, attempting to arch away from the demigod’s touch. You only reacted that way when you’d been touch-starved.

“I’d say so, Barnes.”

You couldn’t even prepare yourself for how fast Bucky dove straight for your core, licking up your slit to gather the accumulated slick. You screamed out loudly, mentally thanking Loki for sound-proofing the room. Your arms squeezed against your partner’s sides as Bucky devoured your cunt like a full course meal. His tongue flicked against your clit, another whimper and moan escaping your lips.

“I love those pretty noises you keep making, pet,” Loki uttered next to your ear. He sneakily brought his hands to your breasts and began rubbing your hardened nipples, his touch barely there. Your breath came out shaky as you hummed in pleasure.

You focused on Loki’s fingers gliding over your nipples as Bucky sucked on your clit and God, you were in heaven. This was what you’d been waiting for.

“B-Buck!” You stuttered. “Mm—close.”

The soldier didn’t let up. He licked faster and with more intent. He wanted to give you the best orgasm you’d had in months. Loki assisted; his nimble fingers pinching and rubbing your nipples as he kissed your neck repeatedly.

“Such a good girl, love. Come on and cum for us,” Loki praised you, nipping at your earlobe. Those words were just enough to push you over the edge, an orgasm ripping through you. Your thighs clenched around Bucky’s head as he lapped up your cum and let out a wanton moan. You spasmed each time Loki flicked your sensitive nipples.

The boys let you ride it out, not stopping until your breathing returned back to normal. Your head lay limp on Loki’s chest while Bucky placed soft kisses to your inner thigh.

“You are so fucking exquisite,” Bucky stated in between pecks. “I could do this all night.”

“Would you?” You questioned quickly. Loki snickered while letting his hands roam every inch of the smooth skin on your belly.

“So, so eager,” Loki spoke deeply. You hummed in agreement.

“If this is what it gets me, I’ll have to go on more missions.”

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lovelyladyabsinthewrites · 9 days

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Hi, could I have a Bucky/reader fic where she is the youngest triplet of Wanda & Pietro (they are all legal) and her power is strength. The three of them are already part of the Avengers when The Winter Soldier takes place and the rest of the Avengers know they aren't just siblings but in love but don't care as they realise the three of them grew up with only the other two to depend on. When the Winter Soldier attacks, reader is the only one who can fight and best him. He realises when she is near, he feels less like the soldier and more like the Bucky that Steve claims he is so when Steve offers help, he takes it to be nearer the reader. He makes it obvious he is interested and she is too but makes it clear that if anything is going to happen, he has to be okay with Wanda & Pietro who are fine with it because they know she still loves and will never abandon them. It takes a while but he soon realises that she does care for him and while he only cares and is attracted to/loves her, the four of them become their own little group. Bucky still has moments where he loses control but they are fine as they know as long as reader is with him, things are fine. Hope this was detailed enough for you and thanks.

Trial By Fire

Pairing(s): Bucky Barnes x Maximoff!Reader, Pietro Maximoff x Maximoff!Reader x Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff x Wanda Maximoff

Warnings: i kept a lot of concepts from the original requests, but changed a bit of it, implied sibling incest, triplets, mentions of past torture, mentions of past abuse, pietro is alive, polyamorous, jealousy, cheating?, bittersweet, angst, mdni, canon character death mentioned, ooc pietro?, still adjusting to writing for him lol

Words: 3169

Nothing shocked you anymore. Not after the life you've had.

Living in Sokovia, there was constant political and military strife that wrecked havoc in the city you and your family resided in. While the mortar shell that killed your parents, it was something to be expected. Many of your school friends didn't have parents anymore. Tragic but there was nothing to be done about it. Nothing that ten year olds could do at least. Were it not for Pietro moving fast to pull you out of the way, you would have been hit by the collapsing ceiling above.

Even HYDRA's experimentation on you and your siblings lost its shock value. They'd been experimenting on people for decades prior to the Maximoff triplets falling into their possession.

Maybe nothing shocked you anymore because of the presence of your siblings that who were never far from you. Wanda always told you that nothing bad could ever truly happen to any of you as long as the three of you stuck together. No one else was worthy of your trust except for Wanda and Pietro.

You never did mind how small your world was before the Avengers changed your lives. You had each other and that was more than enough.

Siblings

Protectors

Lovers

Lines were blurred, ultimately erased over time so that you and your siblings weren't conscious of right or wrong.

It was impossible for you to love anyone else. Pietro and Wanda were your everything. Loving each other unabashedly despite the taboo of your relationship. Why should that change who you are as people? In your core, you and your siblings were good people who may have done wrong things in the past but were on the path to redemption.

You don't remember when it started.

Definitely a little before you and your older brother and sister joined HYDRA.

There were vague memories of the orphanage that you were forced to live in after your mother and father's death. Once you were legal and kicked out to live your own lives did all three of you begin your own. . . experiments with one another. With how you grew up, it was difficult to trust anyone else outside of your trio. Uncomfortable even when someone who was interested in either of you made a pass. You were extremely hesitant and Pietro and Wanda were even worse off with their own jealousy.

Originally when the other members discovered the truth, there was tension. Starting with Tony flirting with you and Pietro getting possessive, being the eldest of the three of you. He took the protective big brother role to the next level.

In the blink of an eye he had Tony by the throat. That was when the truth really came out. Even Wanda's scarlet magic flared in the irises of her eyes. Scarlet that glowed and vibrated all around her. She'd placed you behind her outstretched arm. Her eyes illuminated in red as she glared at the Iron Man.

Natasha was the one to become comfortable with the idea first. She was the last one who would ever judge the circumstances in which people fell in love.

Quite a few avoided you and the other two-thirds of your trio. It hurt to see their initial rejection after all of the times you'd saved their lives. Was it not the Maximoff triplets who stopped Ultron? You'd started as villains, that much you would never deny. HYDRA brainwashed you with propaganda at a young age; disadvantaged by your age and subsequent naivete.

In spite of the oddity of your triplet relationship, you were able to make a comfortable home among the Avengers. It felt like the world was your's. You had things that you never had growing up.

So why did your heart skip a beat when the man known as the Winter Soldier was inducted into the group?

There was no such thing as love at first sight but you feel like this was pretty close. Rather, there was an immediate spark of attraction ignited between the two of you. The moment his steely eyes land on you, you were a goner. He was beautiful in a dark, tattered kind of way. Both weapons that HYDRA created. Corrupted by their instruments of pain and given a new, morbid life with fantastical power.

Understandable that you would be wary of potential amorous intent from Bucky's part. You first didn't get why someone other than your siblings would reciprocate your feelings. For so long you'd had just Wanda and Pietro. It felt wrong somehow to even daydream about Bucky.

When someone new joined the Avengers, the atmosphere was always strained. The dynamic of the team having to accomadate another hero. Letting the pressure settle until there was at least a comfortable silence and brief greetings.

You tried not to stare at him. Even tried to ignore his own staring in your direction. If you paid him any attention, your siblings might catch on. And while they shared you between the two of them, they were not quite so ready to share with anyone outside of your family group.

"He's interested in you." Wanda flippantly mentioned when it was just the two of you chilling out in your room. All three of your rooms were connected by adjoining doors, never liking to be too far from the others. Your's was in the middle.

Saying it, Wanda doesn't look up from the tiny brush that paints your nails. You could tell she didn't like it one bit though. Her jaw was tensed and a tendon in her throat juts out. Faint whisps of her scarlet magic lick at her fingertips.

"I'm just friendly to him. That's all. I want him to feel welcome here. He's a lot like us, you know." Tone neutral, your thumb swipes across the screen of your phone. Trying to distract yourself with meaningless social media content. Plenty of pictures of Tony Stark floods your feed making you roll your eyes and finally set down your smart device. "You and Pietro should actually get to know him."

Her eyes immediately flick up to drill into you. "Do you like him?"

"Wanda."

She shoves the nail brush back inside of its bottle and tries to gently place it on the table's surface but you can hear it clink slightly as her hand trembled slightly.

You felt the shift in the room, the only notification you got before Pietro stood in front of where you and Wanda sat.

"What was that?"

You groan and shove yourself out of your seat, not even caring if the polish on your nails was still wet. Switching from English to Sokovian "Both of you need to relax." Holding down Pietro's heavy eyes, you feel ridiculous having to justify being nice to someone.

As a child, you'd never mind the sometimes overbearing affection of your siblings. Especially when they fought for your sake. Whether it be bullies or an evil artificially intelligent android.

They feared losing you like one feared death.

Your dynamic was set in stone. For it to come crumbling down was indeed a terrifying thought.

Then came the day of your assigned mission where Bucky was supposed to be your partner. Sam was also assigned with the both of you.

Prior to that day, you'd never personally seen the Winter Soldier in action. You'd seen all the his portfolio had to offer: grainy soviet era videos, black and white photos of him in a military uniform, and old documents with a typewriter-style font.

Honestly, you were horrified when the switch flipped in him- where he momentarily phased into the Winter Soldier. A merciless killer. He'd even turned on Sam in a moment of clouded confusion

By pure instinct drilled into you by the same facility that Bucky came from, your hand immediately struck out to grab Sam's elbow and with the god-like strength you possessed, threw him behind you. Taking on Bucky's brute force as solid as a shield.

You grapple with Bucky, taking him down to the floor so you could put him into a hold of submission. Sam watches wide eyed as you effortlessly knock out the Winter Soldier with a simple squeeze of the arm that was around his thick neck. Slowly, Bucky's wild eyes dull before closing as he loses consciousness.

Both you and Sam sighed in relief that neither of you were harmed in that moment.

After Bucky regained awareness, he couldn't stop apologizing to you.

"It's alright Buck."

"No, it's not alright." The undertone of his words were coated with frustration. "I'm still. . . HYDRA has stained me."

You frown, not liking how he spoke about himself. You can't help but reach out and grab his metal hand. Gray blue eyes widen in disbelief. You'd always thought he had the most beautiful eyes. Thumb smoothing over cold, metal knuckles. What did your touch feel like to him? Did it send the same electric jolt up his arm the way it did with you?

"HYDRA has not stained you."

When your gazes catch the other's, the urge to kiss him damn near fried your mind.

Plaguing you to later in the day, you were even unable to reciprocate a kiss which Pietro was trying to initiate as he leaned down to you on the bed.

When Pietro notices your reaction, he pulls back in confusion. "Are you okay?"

No you weren't. "Sorry. You surprised me is all." You release a weak chuckle before placing your hands on his face to bring his lips back against your's.

Nagging thoughts banged against the barrier of your mind: "How do Bucky's kisses feel?" "What does his tongue taste like?"

That night when you were nestled between them in bed, you stare up at the ceiling. Unable to fall asleep.

Down the hall, Bucky was going through the same predicament.

Fair that his sleep schedule was in general a mess, now it seemed damn near impossible.

He'd been staring at the same spot on the ceiling for hours. Your touch seared the metal of his arm to where he could still feel its presence.

A lump develops in his throat when he thinks about it again. The pads of your fingers pressing against his knuckles. Something of the old Bucky resurfaced in him. The Bucky that used to take the hand of pretty girls and kiss it with his panty dropping smirk.

When he first met you, Bucky had no explanation for the warmth that flooded his system. Even with you being flanked by your siblings, you shined brighter than either Wanda or Pietro. Perplexingly, he was forced to admit how smitten he was from just that first glance.

Something in the vast and mysterious universe connected the two of you with an invisible tether.

And when he saw you the next morning, hair mussed from sleep and eyes still droopy, Buck thought you were the most spectacular sight.

You skitter to a halt, coffee mug in hand. "Oh! Good morning." Sheepishly, you try to hastily rub the crusts out of your eyes.

He can't imagine how you would look in his bed early in the morning. Like he'd ever get the chance. Not when Pietro glared at him with the fury of a thousand suns. Wanda was no better. Every time she was next to you, Wanda had either a hand or an arm on your persons' as if to send Bucky a message.

Pouring your coffee, his presence over your shoulder is too much to ignore. "I'm sorry if yesterday got a little weird. . ." You murmur, focus on not spilling searing hot coffee all over yourself.

"What do you mean?"

You purse your lips. "Emotions were high yesterday and I may have gotten too. . . familiar with touching your hand. I overstepped the boundary."

When he scoffs, it makes you turn around. He's leaning against the island in the kitchen. Dark hair tied back indicating that he'd worked out prior.

"If it's you, then you're allowed to touch me anywhere."

The mug in your hand nearly falls. "Wh. . ."

His voice has your core waking up in response. Enough to make your knees wobble inward. Bucky received a brief pulse of delight from the rounding of your eyes as you gawked at him.

Standing his ground, Bucky would wait for you to make the next move.

Certainly you were mistaking his playfulness with flirting. That did tend to happen between the two of you. As was the confusing need to feel him close to you.

Steely gray turn a dark, sultry shade as he lifts his chin up a little to look down at you.

You were never one to back down from a challenge.

Finally getting to lay in his arms, bare skin against skin, you realize you'd just created a huge problem. Cue your post-coital panic attack.

As you had calmed Bucky down during your mission, he did the same for you. "Hey, deep breaths. Did I hurt you?"

"No. No it's not you." Wringing the bedsheets between anxious fingers, you cast a worried glance his way. Bucky's lips were red and bruised from the force of your kisses. "Bucky. . . There's something I need to tell you. I-It might make you hate me though."

"I could never."

Once the quiet shock passed, Bucky leans against the pillows. "I already knew all of that."

Detecting the signs of infatuation coming from his long time friend, Steve took it upon himself to give Bucky a heads up about you and your siblings. One of those 'company' secrets that everyone knows but pretends it doesn't exist. Steve came off as embarrassed when he told Bucky. While he supported the Maximoff triplets, Steve still thought it was abnormal.

"Your life in HYDRA must not have been easy. For you or your siblings." He's coaxing you back into his arms, the cold metal of his arm helps reduce the burning of your body. Tentatively you release the weight of your head to lay against the muscle of his chest. He felt like home already. You want to bury yourself in him.

"So. . . What now?" You ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

"That depends on you, doll."

By the grace of some feminine instinct, Wanda seemed to know the moment you stepped into your room.

You attempt to reassure her that everything was fine before her scarlet magic starts to flare in her eyes.

Desperately you grip onto her hands, refusing to let go as you felt the slight sting of her power against your palm. "I love you. I love Pietro. I always will and I will NEVER leave you. But I also want to give Bucky a shot. He knows about. . . us. He knew even before I told him."

"He's taking you away from us." Her face was starting to redden with the effort it took her to keep her tears at bay.

A meltdown was imminent.

Quick in pleading for Wanda to just listen to you, Wanda simmers down.

Nothing was to be finalized until Pietro was brought in. At the end of the day you were family first and foremost. Pietro didn't take the news any better than Wanda had. You couldn't get a word in above him yelling curses in Sokovian.

Being the protective brother that he was, Pietro insists on having a talk with Bucky. He promised there would be no fighting. That did nothing to calm you as you sat with Wanda and continued to talk to her more about the Winter Soldier.

Bucky was expecting him. He'd felt the tremors of Wanda's magic; a warning. Any other man may think you weren't worth it and give up pursuit. Not Bucky. When the two of you kissed for the first time, Bucky's fate was sealed. He had to keep you in his life. You'd become the shield of his heart, a tender caretaker who'd keep his heart safe and sound from the world outside.

Pietro squares up to him, nearly standing the same height as Bucky. Conceding that Bucky possessed that extra few inches that, Pietro hardens his demeanor. On the silver haired hero's face was almost a disgusted curl of his lip when he looks Bucky up and down. This was the man that was pulling his sister away from the intimate fold of the triplets. An unwelcome interloper.

"It doesn't bother you that she's had relations with both Wanda and I?" Pietro intently watching any sign of discomfort from Bucky but found none.

"If you're trying to scare me off, it's not gonna work." Bucky folds his arms in front of his barrel-like chest. Hating to admit this even to himself, Pietro deflates a bit at the sight of the Winter Soldier's muscles. In a contest of strength it was clear who the winner would be. "Your sister has been the only one in decades to be able to take me down when I get into Winter Soldier mode. If being with her means accepting all of this. . . it's a price I don't mind paying. She's made it clear how important you and Wanda are to her. I don't think she's ready to let either of you go. Not over me."

There's almost a twitch of a smile from Pietro. His steam has evaporated. "We have some negotiating to do then."

You were more than surprised when Pietro and Bucky walk into your room. Wanda shoots confused glances at her brother; bristling when Pietro has Bucky sit next to you on the loveseat.

Your brother ignores Wanda's rueful glares and looks you in the eyes. He spoke in Sokovian. "Are you sure you want to be with him?"

"I want to give him a chance. He's. . ." Helplessly you take a quick peek at Bucky who offers you a warm smile that has fireworks blasting off in your time. Hastily you return back to your brother. "I really like him."

On your other side, Wanda melts when she hears the tender tone of your voice. If she put up anymore of a fight, she may actually lose you forever.

And maybe because you were the baby of the triplets, Wanda felt it impossible to at least try and give this interloper a chance if only for your sake.

She sighs wearily; your happiness was everything to her and Pietro. If you were straying from their protective walls, then that meant you were ready to brave the world by yourself. To try things that might be terrifying for the lot of you. It also meant that HYDRA no longer plagued your memories.

Her palm curls softly against your cheek and you hold it there, closing your eyes. "Alright, imp. If you think this man is worthy of you."

"He is." You beam at Bucky who matches your expression before looking back at Wanda. You bring her close to you so that your foreheads press together. "You'll never lose me. You are my blood. No one can change that."

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yamirexic · 8 months

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pov: you're in a polyamorous relationship with mr plant and argos (hc)

reader is gender neutral

mr plant

• mr plant being the intoverted type

• mr plant being extremely protective over argos and you

• him actually caring, even though he won't show it or just shrug (you know exactly what I mean)

• he's straight up scary, he murdered a lot but he "says" he had a "good reason for it" (usually to avenge you both cause the person he killed treated you guys like shit or went out of ice cream)

• he doesn't like getting cuddily which doesn't really match with argos's (or sometimes your) touchiness (you can leave yourself out if you hate pda as well)

• big spoon, do I need to say more?

• don't know where mr plant is? look in front of the telly or in the fun zone.

• sometimes, when you have a day off, you just go into the living room and watch telly while argos is working

• same as argos, he can become quite jealous but will probably be more violent so be careful or your best friend might be lying dead on their porch next morning

argos

• argos being the extroverted type

• having tea parties with you

• you guys watching horror stuff

• you binging ahs together (mr plant occasionally joining when someone gets killed, his smile never fading)

• helping him bake cookies for the scouts

• argos being the cutest but also scariest bf ever like being cute in one second and completely yandere in the next

• he usually feels stressed when someone got killed and panics before finding a weird way to solve the problem (he will be traumatized though)

• hahahahaha but not alwaysss (*insert chainsaw pic of argos*)

• *insert obnoxious slurping of any kind of liquid when it's getting weird*

• if you like cuddles then you're definetly in good hands (arms) with argos, cause he loves cuddles a lot (he's also usually the little spoon)

• if you guys all live together in one void and/or house, you all have your own room cause you all appreciate some privacy. expect to wake up to a sleeping argos next to you though (one time, it even was mr plant, you still don't know why though)

• argos can sometimes be a full grown adult and sometimes a kid. he's just youthful (and probably has adhd or autism).

• overall he can get extremely jealous

• would probably steal your friends's mail if it's adressed to you (will put it in your shrine, right next to mr plant's shrine)

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ironstrange1991 · 9 months

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As Strange As It Seems (Final Part)

+18 Smut

Pairing: Supreme!Strange, Defender!Strange, Doctor!Strange x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: Y/n tries to navigate the constant quarrels between the Stephens and Supreme decides to impress her with a night she will never forget.

Word Count: 10k

Warnings: Polyamorous relationship dinamics, slight toxic behavior. SMUT: Male domination, narcissistic behavior, exhibitionism, male and female masturbation, oral sex with female receiving, choking, umprotected p in v sex, creampie.

A/N: This chapter got really long, but I didn't want to split it up because I think it only makes sense like this. I'm also sure that the end of this series doesn't mean that we won't have more fics with this reader and the three Stephens because I'm already writing at least three more fics with them. Anyway, have a nice reading ;)

SERIES MASTERLIST

"It's good to know I can count on you, Strange." Tony Stark said staring through his office panoramic window at the Avengers Tower. "I would have made a similar deal with the others if they were less arrogant."

Stephen chuckled "A problem of all Stephens I’m afraid and I'm definitely not an exception. However, I need to make a living here and you need my help. I don't see why we can't work together."

Stark nodded, taking his seat again and clasping his hands together "Exactly. I'm sorry if I sound nosy, but how do you guys deal with all this? I mean, I wouldn't want to meet another me." He said pointing dramatically to himself chuckling and Stephen caught himself thinking about how the Stark he'd known in his universe was different from that one. The two were physically identical, but the Stark who had worked with Stephen at the Baxter Institute was a bitter man and Stephen could not remember ever seeing him smile. Apparently whatever humor or joy the man had died along with his wife and daughter long before Stephen knew him.

"It's not a pleasant feeling, I can assure you Stark, but I'm grateful to have found a place to call home in this universe. It's more than I could have dreamed of after everything that's happened in my world."

Stark gave a condescending smile "Once again, I'm sorry for your loss."

Stephen sighed getting up "Anyway, I'll need an advance payment. If it’s not a problem for you." He smirked "I have a girl to impress."

Stark nodded raising an eyebrown "Of course. I assume you have a bank account..."

Stephen moved his fingers quickly conjuring a business card and then grabbed a pen from the table and scribbled some numbers on it. "You can deposit here."

Stark agreed "I guarantee you won't be disappointed with the amount." He said extending his hand.

Stephen smiled openly shaking his hand. "Nice doing business with you, Stark."

...

It was Sunday morning and you had just woken up. You patted around the mattress looking for Defender, but he was no longer there. You stretched and let out a small yawn and got up.

The morning was particularly hot, so you showered, brushed your teeth, and left your room. You were reaching the top of the stairs when you heard raised voices coming from below and you hurried down the steps. When you got there you found Stephen and Defender confronting Supreme.

"We don't accept Stark’s money." Stephen practically shouted the words to which Supreme replied in the same tone.

"Yeah, and why is that?"

"Because we have dignity. We don't work for him, and neither should you." Defender pointed.

You stood watching everything from a distance, knowing full well that you shouldn’t intrude.

"Dignity? I've never worked a day in my life without getting paid for it and I'm not going to start doing it now. I don't care if it’s the government or a billionaire who will pay me. I'm going to work for that money and with that I intend to save some lives. It's a good deal."

Stephen chuckled nervously, both hands on his hips "You certainly don't expect us to believe you're interested in saving lives, right? If that were the case, you should have started saving the lives of the people in your universe."

You felt those words. And you knew that Supreme had felt them a lot more. He clenched his fists "You shouldn’t talk about things you know nothing about, Strange."

"Doctor..." Defender called trying to calm Stephen.

"No, Defender, he's right. We don't know, do we?" Stephen answered and then turned back to Supreme "Why don't you tell us? What happened to your universe, Supreme? What happened to your fucking fingers?"

You knew you shouldn't interfere, but when you saw it, you were already between the two Stephens, right in the eye of the hurricane. Both your hands pressed against Supreme's chest who threatened to go for Stephen.

"Stop it. Now!" You yelled at them. "What the fuck do you think you're doing fighting like that?"

Supreme took a step back, but pointed his finger at Stephen’s face. When he spoke again his voice was slightly lower but sounded even more dangerous. "You are not going to talk about my universe or my fingers ever again, or I'm going to fucking kill you."

You stared at him totally suprised by his words, but didn't say anything. Stephen didn't answer either. Defender watched the scene, but didn't interfere again.

Supreme glanced at you. "I'm going to work for this money. It's mine and I'm going to earn it. That's dignity."

He left the room and slammed the front door leaving the Sanctum.

...

After what happened, you wondered how it was possible to make that deal work. It was clearly different this time. You didn't have answers to that question, you just had to move forward and force things to work out one way or another. What was the other option? You wouldn't give up any of them. It was irrational, but you loved all three of them equally, even though you had so little time with Supreme.

A week had passed since the argument between them and it was Sunday again. You woke up long before the sun came up. Defender was sleeping in his stomach, his face turned towards you. One arm under the pillow, his hair covering his face. You smiled to yourself and gently brush his hair back so you could actually see his face. God, Stephen was so handsome. When they slept, they looked so peaceful, their faces relaxed and there was no sign of worry.

You sighed still admiring him, then got up slowly being careful not to wake him up. You put on your night gown and went downstairs deciding there was no point in trying to sleep. There was so much on your mind, but one specific thing was killing you: You missed talking to Supreme. Since the night you first kissed, you haven't had any time together. He had worked all week.

The day before he had come home with blood in his robes and cuts on his face and you didn't even know what had happened to him and you worried about him as much as you worried about Stephen and Defender except that when it was one of your Stephens that came home injuried you could take care of them and last night you couldn't take care of Supreme and it broke your heart.

You were completely lost in your own thoughts when you heard footsteps coming from the hallway. Stephen was walking straight through the living room when he noticed you sitting in the armchair.

"Sweetheart?" He walked towards you "Why are you awake?"

You smiled "I lost sleep." You took his hand. "You apparently didn't even sleep."

He smirked "Actually I slept for about two hours."

"Wow. Must be some kind of record."

"I sleep better when you're in bed with me." He admitted pulling you to your feet and then sat down on the couch and made you sit on his lap. He caressed your hair in silence for a few seconds then exhaled heavily. "I was think about you."

You smiled "What were you thinking about?"

"That I owe you an apology."

You glanced at him wrapping your arm around his neck. "Why?"

"For that ridiculous scene with Supreme last week."

You did not answer.

"I know I've said more than I should, but he surely deserved..."

"Why is it so absurd for him to work with Tony? Tony needs all the help he can get and you and Defender aren't exactly helpful when he asks for help."

Stephen stared at you in disbelief "I help the Avengers as much as I can."

"I know, but is it really so bad that Supreme works with him? I can think of at least two reasons why that would be a good thing."

Stephen sighed "And what would they be?"

You rested your forehead on his. "He will help the Avengers save innocent people and with that you and Defender will have more free time for me."

Stephen smiled "Well..."

"And he will feel better having a role in this world. This was important for Defender, It’s important for Supreme as well."

Stephen nodded "I think you're right, as usual. Anyway, I'm sorry sweetheart. It was an unpleasant scene."

You kissed his lips softly "It's not me you should apologize to, Stephen. You said absurd things to him."

Stephen rolled his lips "I'm not going to apologize for what I said."

You sighed. "Stephen, how can our agreement work if you guys keep fighting like this?"

He did not answer.

"I'm walking on eggshells here, afraid to upset you, afraid to upset Defender, but it's been over a week since Supreme and I have talked and we've even had time to spend together."

Stephen smirked "So you and him didn’t..."

"How could we? Not exactly complaining, but you and Defender have been taking up all my time."

He smirked "That was the idea. I want him to know you're ours."

"He knows that. You don't have to give me hickeys for that, Stephen. But as far as I'm concerned, I'm his too, isn't that right?"

Stephen sighed "Yeah, I think so."

You cupped his face making him look at you "You will always be my Stephen. My first Stephen. You know me better than any of them. No need to be jealous."

"Don't ask me not to be jealous of you, sweetheart. This is something I can't control."

You kissed his lips deeply.

"But you need to control your temper and stop arguing with Supreme all the time."

He opened his mouth to respond, but you cut him off "Don't worry, I'll tell him the same thing."

Stephen nodded letting out a heavy sigh. "I'll try."

You smiled and pinched his cheek teasingly "Good boy."

"That's not what you call me when I'm fucking you." He teased with a raised eyebrown.

You opened your mouth to respond, but he kissed you instead, his tongue dominating yours as usual. You moaned into his lips and he hummed satisfied.

You were cuddling on the couch long enough for the sun to come up and you didn't realize you had dozed off in his arms until you woke up hearing voices in the living room. Stephen had also slept and you found yourself admiring him just as you did hours ago with Defender. They were so beautiful that looking at them like that took your breath away.

The voices of Supreme and Defender talking brought you out of your contemplation state and you rubbed your hands over your face trying to ward off sleep. The voices drifted towards the kitchen and you found yourself smiling as you noticed they were talking instead of fighting.

You adjusted yourself in Stephen's arms and went back to laying your head against his chest trying to pay attention to what the two were saying. Something related to a car, but you couldn't hear everything.

Maybe things could work out after all.

...

"So how are things at home now that Supreme has moved back to the Sanctum?" Natasha asked sipping her coffee.

Nat and Yelena had invited you to a coffee shop after work and you had agreed, eager to chat and being able to distracted yourself from your problems. The day had been tiring and although you had managed to escape earlier, it was still 4pm, you could feel the tiredness getting the best of you.

"I didn't know he was back" Yelena said in surprise "Didn't you say that the Stephens had banished him to the Kamar Taj?"

You nodded looking around at the cars rushing down the street. The day was particularly hot so you decided to sit at one of the tables set out on the sidewalk. "He came back two weeks ago and I'm happy to have him back."

"Do you think the other Stephens are happy too?" Natasha glanced at you through her eyelashes already knowing what your answer would be.

"They fight, a lot, but little by little I'm seeing that they are starting to understand each other better and I am hopeful that everything will be okay between them." You answered sipping your coffee again. It was bitter than you would prefer, but somehow it fitted your humor.

Nat and Yelena shared a suspicious look but said nothing.

"I hear he's working with Tony now." You said pretending you didn’t notice anything. "How exactly does this work?"

Natasha frowned "He didn't tell you?"

You shook your head "We haven't had a lot of alone time the last few days. I'm trying to fix this, but he's been working most of the time, so..."

"So you guys are together like really together?" Nat questioned to which you nodded with a shy smile.

"Damn girl, you're so greedy. Three Stephens?!" Yelena pointed out.

Voce let out a small chuckle. "It's not my fault, I can't help it."

Yelena rested her chin on her hand answering your question "He's an ass, but he's been really helpful, unlike your other boyfriends."

"Stephen and Defender help when they can. They have more to do than help the Avengers."

Nat rolled her lips "That's why Tony offered Supreme an exorbitant amount and he accepted. Clearly he's different from the others. He's been working as a sort of magical consultant."

"Why does Tony need a magical consultant?"

It was Yelena who replied "Since Thanos, Tony has been obsessed with the idea of protecting the world against possible magical threats and Supreme provides him ideas and power to do so."

"I guess it's a good thing after all. We need a sorcerer." Nat completed. "I just wish we'd gotten the least intolerable of them, if such a thing exists between Stephens Stranges." She said with a smirk clearly teasing you.

"Defender is the Stephen you wanted" You stated. "Unfortunately, Wong keeps him at the Kamar Taj most of the time."

"That's what I heard." Nat said.

You sighed. "Anyway, Stephen wasn't happy to find out that Supreme was working with Tony, but I managed to calm them down." You looked inside your empty cup "It seems my role now is to be a conciliatory force between them. It can be very tiring.”

"That bad?" Yelena asked sympathetic.

"They love you" Nat said trying to comfort you and reaching out to take your hand in hers. "And you love them. It's not a common situation but if you're finding a way to make this work you should be proud."

You forced yourself to smile "You think so?'

Nat nodded and Yelena opened her mouth to say something but was cut off by the sound of a car approaching very fast. The black Lamborghini parked right in front of the table you girls were sat at blocking your entire view and Supreme got out of the car slamming the door and coming towards you.

He was wearing black trousers and a navy blue button up shirt, the sleeves purposefully pulled up to his elbows, exposing his veined forearms. Hair carefully combed to the side, sunglasses on.

You were almost drooling when he walked over taking off his sunglasses and hanging them on the collar of his shirt.

"Hello girls" He greeted and then bent down to place a kiss on your lips. "I went to the office, but they told me you had already left."

"How did you know I was here?" You asked still stunned by his glorious presence.

He smirked "Simple tracking spell."

"Creepy" Nat replied, causing his smirk to turn into that beautiful open smile that you loved.

You just nodded, still staring and trying to convince yourself how a man could be so handsome.

"I came to evite you to dinner tonight. I made reservations at the best restaurant in town and" He waved his hands in an exaggerated gesture and a long black velvet box appeared in the air. He gave it to you. "I bought this for you, I want you to wear it tonight. Maybe with something…blue?"

You opened the box to find a necklace of diamonds and sapphires. Your mouth fell open.

Nat and Yelena exchanged glances but remained silent.

"So?" He pressed.

You looked at him still with your mouth open "Stephen this is beautiful… and terribly expensive."

His smile widened even more like somehow he understood what you said as a compliment. "You liked it then."

You nodded "Yes, yes of course." You were speechless.

Although you had a comfortable life with Stephen and Defender, you weren't used to that level of luxury. Stephen always provided for you, but money was always tight and he was always extremely proud. Both were. A jewel like that was something you never dreamed of getting in your life.

"Dinner then, 7pm" He confirmed to you and you just nodded again.

He grabbed your chin and kissed you, this time with more tongue and saliva, definitely an inappropriate kiss for where you were, even more so when you knew all eyes were on you. But Stephen seemed to like it.

"See you tonight, honey." He said pulling away and putting his sunglasses back on. "See you at work, girls." He said waving goodbye at Nat and Yelena and then got in his car and screeched away.

"And you still wonder why the other Stephens don't like him?!" Yelena said.

"He can be annoying, but we can't deny that wealth has suited him very well" Natasha completed.

...

You were in your own room at the Sanctum, sitting at the vanity table finishing up your makeup. You had chosen a blue dress that you had bought to wear at one of Tony's parties, but ended up not wearing on the occasion because the night was too cold for a dress completely open in the back. It was long with a slit that went up to thigh height. You chose black stilettos to complete the look and simple makeup. You weren't a fan of heavy makeup, usually you prepared your skin well and finished it off with eyeliner, blush and lipstick. You rarely wore eyeshadow.

You had your hair up in a neat bun and were putting on your earrings when you heard a soft knock on the door.

"Come in"

Defender entered and approached stopping right behind you. "You're going out...with Supreme I presume."

You turned to look at him. "He invited me to dinner and I accepted."

He tried to smile, but you could see in his face that the idea didn't sit well with him.

"I know I need to learn to share you, but now I understand how difficult it was for Stephen when we had our first date."

You got up and cupped his face "He said it was the hardest thing he had ever done in his life and I always feel so guilty for breaking your hearts like that."

He held your hand to his face "You are a remarkable woman, any Stephen who has the opportunity to take you on a date is a lucky man."

"And I am the luckiest woman ever." You kissed him softly and then turned around and opened the drawer taking the gift Supreme gave you. You opened the box and took the necklace.

"Allow me" Stephen said holding out his hand. You placed the necklace in his hands and watched through the mirror the admiring way he looked at the jewel. He didn't say anything though, just wrapped his arms around your shoulders and closed the jewel with some difficulty.

You turned back to him.

"You look beautiful."

You smiled and held his hand tight in yours. "I love you, Defender Strange."

He cupped your face "And I love you, baby." He kissed you softly one more time and then tried his best to smile. "Now, enjoy your evening."

...

Supreme drove very fast. Much faster than you would expect for someone who has been traumatized by a car accident.

You found yourself admiring the car's interior, but what you liked most was the smell. The mix of leather and metal mixed with the cologne he wore and the cigarette smell you hated to admit but loved.

He was attentive to the avenue you were going down, his eyes fixed straight ahead, but you couldn't pay attention to the path, your eyes couldn't deviate from him. Handsome, beautiful, gorgeous in a black suit and white shirt, his hair carefully combed and the slightly red of his skin fresh shaved. You could stare at him all night, but you doubted the admiration would wear off.

When he parked in front of the restaurant, he came around to open the door for you and tossed the car keys to the valet. His arm quickly wrapped around your waist and he ushered you inside. You were received by an extremely elegant man who kindly took you to a table arranged in the best place in the large and sophisticated hall. A crystal chandelier completed the elegance of the place and a group of violinists played in the background.

"The wine you ordered, the menu, sparkling water and lemon and a private waiter to serve you however you wish." The man reported when you sat down. "I hope everything is up to your requirements, sir."

Stephen nodded "It's Doctor, actually. Everything seems perfect."

The man gestured to a waiter who immediately approached, "This is Augusto. He will attend to you tonight."

Stephen nodded and man left. You smiled sympathetically to Augusto who was still standing waiting for instructions. Stephen then waved his hands indicating that he could leave as well.

"So? What do you think?" He asked gesturing around and opening the wine and pouring the two glasses. He raised the glass to his nose and inhaled deeply.

You smirked "It's nice."

He took a sip of the wine and smiled almost offended. "Nice?"

He clearly hoped to impress you that night.

You looked around at the tables filled with people so elegant that you wondered if your dress wasn't too simple for the occasion. "Too fancy, don't you think?"

His smile widened as if your statement was the compliment he'd been waiting for. "Never."

...

Stephen smiled, wiping his lips on his napkin and reveling in your presence. He was still learning how he felt about you, but he knew he loved hearing you talk, about anything, but especially about yourself. He knew so little about you, he felt in terrible disadvantage with the other Stephens, which is why he had you talking about yourself all night.

You had just ordered dessert when you engaged in a long explanation of why you wouldn't quit your job even though you were clearly tired of it and he heard you nodding and smiling, but basically he just let you talk.

You two seemed to have completely different opinions about a lot of things, but he didn't mind at all. At that moment, for example, he wanted to say that once he got such a good deal with Stark you would never need to work again in your life, but he knew better than that. Besides, he was pretty sure that your work was much more than the money for you.

"Anyway, I enjoy what I do. I'm good with numbers and at work I get the opportunity to get out of the Sanctum and interact with normal people." You said taking a long drink of your sparkling water. "Don't get me wrong, I love the Sanctum, it's my home, but sometimes it's so gloomy and I don't know, I think it's nice to be in a normal environment sometimes."

Exactly as Stephen had thought.

"I'm sorry I'm not part of the select group of normal people you have the opportunity to interact with." He teased making you chuckle.

"There is nothing ordinary in you Stephens, but I can’t complain, that's what I love about you, you make me feel special and safe."

He reached for your hand and wrapped it in his. "You are safe." He said smiling reassuringly. "But, I wonder if your job isn't also a way to get away from us. I imagine it must be exhausting having to live with the same man under these circumstances."

You vehemently denied "I never get tired of you, and I think I know why.”

“Care to elaborate?”

You shrugged. “ It's like I said, although you're the same person you act different, you think different, you have different tastes in almost everything, you're different persons and that explains why I fell in love with you I guess."

"How so?"

"If Defender and you were just an exact version of Stephen there would be no reason for me to be enchanted by you. It would just be a repetition of what I already know."

Stephen smiled smugly. "It's not the similarities then."

You shook your head "It's the differences."

When you got back to the car, Stephen started to feel a little more anxious than he remembered feeling before when he used to take lots of women in dates. He was out of practice, but much more than that, he was scared because this wasn't just another one of the many one-night stands he was used to having. You mean something to him and that terrified him. It didn’t help that he felt compelled to be better or at least as good as the other Stephens you already knew.

When he took a different path than the one that was supposed to take you back to the Sanctum, he questioned whether he had made the best choice. Perhaps you were more comfortable at home, but on the other hand, you had just told him that you liked being in normal places and there was nothing more normal than a hotel room. Although he was quite satisfied with the chosen room. The question was whether you would like it or not.

He could feel your eyes on him. In fact your eyes had been on him all night and he loved that feeling. It was no secret to Stephen that he liked to be looked at, he took pleasure in it and for that reason he could feel his pants getting tighter around his hips.

He cleared his throat before telling you what his real intentions were for the night.

"Y/n, I made something that I hope you like, well, come to think of it, maybe you will think I was taking for granted that you would want..." He allowed himself deviate his eyes from the road from a split second to look at you and study your expressions. You rolled your lips and the corners of your mouth were curved in a smile. He sighed "I booked a hotel room for us to spend the night, but it's okay if you want to go home..."

You shifted in your seat and he heard your seat belt release and you leaned in to kiss his cheek, your lips made their way to his earlobe and his cock throbbed in his pants with your answer whispered provocatively. "I don't want to go home, Stephen. Take me wherever you want."

...

You shouldn't be surprised to see the size of the hotel room Supreme had booked for you. It was clear he wanted to impress you with all that luxury and you were actually impressed because, aside from the times you've been to the Avengers Tower, you've never been in such a beautiful place, but the truth was, you didn't care as much for that kind of thing as Stephen expected you to and what really did it for you was his presence. Him.

He locked the door behind you and stood silently watching you. The suite was beautiful, luxurious and of a very good taste. It was huge, divided into two ambiences, one of which had a fireplace and a recamier accompanied by two other armchairs and a small coffee table in the Victorian style. The other was where the huge king size bed was, accompanied by two nightstands and a bedroom bench at the foot of the bed.

"So... what do you think?" He asked and you smiled a little shyly. "It's perfect."

He grabbed your hand and pulled you closer to him, wrapping his arms around your waist.

"You have no idea how I've waited for this moment. To finally being able to be alone with you. To do whatever I want to you.”

He took your hand and placed it on his chest, you could feel his heart beating as fast as yours. "You asked me before if I missed you when I was away, the honest answer is I've never missed anyone more in my entire life. It was almost a physical pain and when I'm around you... this is how my body responds."

You took his hand and placed it on your chest. "I know how you feel because I feel the same. I want this, Stephen. I've wanted this for a long time."

He grabbed you by the back of your head and pulled you to his lips, but this time the kiss wasn't gentle like the first kiss your shared, it was big and wet and desperate. A clash of tongues and teeth that drew a loud moan from deep in your throat, which seemed to goad him even further.

He lowered the hand that was at your waist grabbing your ass cheek and squeezing it, pulling you closer, rubbing you against his hip making you feel his hard on.

You pushed him against the wall, your two hands gripping the collar of his suit jacket pulling it down his shoulders. He let you take it off and you started undoing the first few buttons of his shirt, but then he grabbed your wrists and pinned you against the wall. He grabbed your chin making you look at him and went back to kiss you. Your hands continued your work of freeing him from his shirt and then moved down to his belt, unbuckling it.

Stephen lowered his lips to your neck, tracing the skin with the tip of his tongue, kissing, biting and sucking on your skin. He kept running his lips down your cleavage, he bit your breasts lightly and kept his mouth down your belly, kneeling in front of you and lifting your dress, taking off your panties. He made you hold your dress up for him and pulled you closer, wrapping your legs around his shoulders and diving between them. You leaned against the wall to keep your balance and threw your head back closing your eyes and surrendering to the feel of his lips and tongue ravishing you.

You've wondered many times how his smooth face would feel between your legs and the answer was heaven. It felt like you had died and gone straight to heaven. He knew exactly what he was doing and he wasted no time, his mouth never left your clit, sucking it with the exact intensity that made you see stars and you couldn't help it, your body seemed to have a mind of its own and your hips started to move, rubbing yourself against his face to get the maximum amount of friction.

"Fuck..." You tugged at his hair as hard as you could and he groaned with the sensation, but proceeded to eat you with even more ferocity. "Stephen, you're going to make me cum."

He just hummed and continued without ever getting his fill until you were squirming, your moans so loud you wondered if anyone could hear them, but he wasn't worried, on the contrary, you were pretty sure he wished the whole world could hear you.

"Stephen..." He wouldn't listen to you until he got exactly what he wanted. You let out a choked scream and came in his mouth, your entire body shaking with the force of your release. He licked you, savoring your release, drinking all your juices like a thirsty man. When he finally was satisfied he got up and turned you over, face against the wall.

You heard him unbutton his pants and unzip them. He held your hand flat on the wall and lifted your dress. He spat into his hand and brought the saliva to your slit and with a single thrust entered you to which you both moaned loudly.

He bit down on your shoulder in surrender to his own pleasure and thrusted into you with a force that caught you by surprise. You didn't know what to expect from Supreme, but you definitely didn't imagine that. However, you couldn't say you weren't enjoying the violent way he was fucking you. It was different and different was everything you wanted him to be.

"Fuck honey, look how good you take it. You like this, don't you?" He teased. His hand on your hip pressed so tight to your skin you knew it would leave marks, but you were sure that was what he wanted.

"Fuck yes... feels good." You managed to say through your groans.

He let go of your hand and grabbed your neck squeezing slowly but enough to make you gasp in surprise, but at the same time your hips moved against his thrusts wanting him to fuck you harder.

He got the message, his hands tightened around your neck, choking you.

"You like this, I can see it. Tell me what you want."

You tried to grab his hand that was firm around your waist, but he grabbed your hand and pinned it against the wall again, thrusting hard into you. His face nuzzling yours, his mouth on your skin teasing you. "Let go for me, honey. I'm in control, all you have to do is submit."

Voce moaned loudly totally caught in his web of lust. "Harder." You begged.

And harder he fucked you. You were surprised at yourself, you never thought you could surrender so easily, but there you were completely at his mercy and oh he loved it. You could feel know good you were making him feel, he was pulsing inside you and his hand tightened on your throat.

"S-Stephen... I need to breathe." You asked when the grip of his hand became almost unbearable. He let go just a bit and you felt the air rushing back into your lungs and your whole body shaking, the knot deep in your stomach threatening to break, your pussy tightening around him, your walls fluttering.

"Don't hold back, give it to me." He demanded pounding into you with such force your whole body shook.

"Want you to cum too."

He let out a noise that was somehow a moan and a chuckle at the same time. You shivered. "Want to make me cum, uh? I’m almost there. Now do as I told you."

Voce let go of the little control you still had of your body and surrendered to the feeling, his thrusts got faster, his breathing got more irregular in your ear, his hand wrapped around your neck choked you harder and you came with a plea. “Please, Stephen, please.”

And because you were so good to him, he granted your request cuming hard spurting his warm cum inside you with a groan right in your ear.

"Now you're mine too." He whispered in your ear and pulled out.

...

Stephen went to the coffee table where there was an ice bucket and a bottle of champagne as he had requested. He opened the bottle and poured two glasses and handed it to you. You were panting, your makeup was ruined, your hair was disheveled, your dress was all wrinkled and he knew his cum was running down your thighs, but you've never looked more beautiful in his eyes. You gazed at him in silence and then took a long drink of your champagne, he did the same, and then pulled you to his lips. You kissed him passionately, an equally passionate little moan escaping your lips.

Stephen could hardly believe that you were there with him, that this was real and even though he had just cum, he was hard again, in fact he didn't even soften.

"I'm going to fill the bathtub, I'll be right back." He said walking away towards the bathroom. He didn't take long to come back, but when he did he found you quickly typing on your cell phone. Stephen wasn't sure why, but he felt an enormous discomfort about it. A twinge of jealousy that was more like a snakebite.

"I thought tonight was mine. It's one of your rules, isn't it?" He didn't even try to hide the bitter tone in his voice.

You put your cell phone quickly in your purse and went back to pick up your glass from the table and smiled shyly. You were barefoot now. Your shoes thrown to the corner of the wall. "I needed to let Stephen know. He'd be worried if I didn't. I don't usually spend the night out."

He nodded. He knew you were probably right, but he still wished you hadn't done it.

"He can't go one night without you, huh?"

You shook your head "It's not that, he would just be worried, he might think something happened."

"He knows you're with me, doesn't he?"

You nodded.

"Then he would be a fool to think I would let something happen to you."

You chewed on your lip clearly understanding that you made him upset. "Stephen, it's okay. He's not here right now. It's just you and me."

He sighed letting go and held his hand out to you. He wrapped his arms around your waist. "I swear, I can't control how I feel about you. It makes me mad." He confessed kissing your lips softly.

"I'm here. I'm yours."

He smiled smugly and kissed your neck teasing you. "You're right honey Come on, let's take a bath together."

He helped you undress and got rid of his pants and boxers, and you finally got into the tub. It was a big round tub, the water was hot and there were a lot of foam. The scent of lavender was inviting and comforting.

"This feels so good." You praised, resting your head on the leather pillow and closing your eyes for a moment. He took the time to admire you. Your hair was still tied back in a bun, but now there were several loose strands falling across your face. Your face was slightly flushed and your lips were red and swollen. You were so beautiful.

The bathtub was big enough to fit the two of you side by side comfortably, but he couldn't stay away from you. Before you knew it he was between your legs again. He touched your face and you opened your eyes biting your lower lip. He caressed your cheek, his thumb pressing your lower lip. He kissed you. His tongue snaking inside your mouth, sucking yours in a kiss that screamed sex. He grabbed one of your breasts under the water and squeezed, pinching the nipple hard enough to make you moan into his lips and your hips moved beneath him searching for him, asking for what was right there.

"You want it so much, don't you?" He teased nibbling your ear lobe. He held you by the neck, but he didn't squeeze, he just left his hand there. "I think you like when I hold you like this."

You nodded biting your lip and giving him your most innocent gaze, but a mischievous smile played at the corner of your lips.

"Oh honey, I'm going to fucking ruin you."

He reached between you and directed his cock toward your entrance and felt your walls stretch to accommodate him. You were so tight and so warm. Stephen never thought much of the concept of home, but there between your legs, inside you, he felt he had found his home and like an addict, once he had tasted it, he could no longer imagine his life without it.

Your hands slid down his back and cupped his ass cheeks as you shamelessly moved to the rhythm of his thrusts. Your moans got louder as you let go and he loved hearing the sound of them.

"Oh Stephen..." His name falling from your lips in that context was so deliciously inviting.

"Open your eyes, honey, look at me." He cupped your chin and placed a desperate kiss on your lips, his other hand resting on the edge of the tub, water spilling over the sides and making a mess, but he couldn't care less. "Tell me how good it feels."

"Feels good, Stephen. You're fucking me so good. Your cock feels amazing, so big."

He grinned "Yeah? Cock feels amazing inside your pussy?"

You nodded.

"I know, you are taking me so well. Pussy feels amazing, honey."

Stephen buried his face in your neck and increased his pace, your legs intertwined behind his back and your nails biting into his skin. He could feel your walls fluttering around his cock and your moans turned into sweet pleas for more. Faster, harder, more of his cock, more of him.

"Fuck, you're gonna cum already? You're so easy to please, honey."

You opened your mouth to respond but nothing came out and he kissed you passionately "It's okay, I'm here, I'm gonna make you cum."

He put one hand between you and started rubbing your clit as you moaned loudly.

"Yes, yes, Stephen, right there."

Stephen could feel his body on the edge. His balls were swollen and starting to tighten, his cock was pulsing violently inside you and when you came your walls clenched around him so hard it was humanly impossible to resist.

"S-Stephen" You sobbed in the midst of your climax, your eyes closing instinctively.

"No, no, look at me, I wanna see you. You look so beautiful, so perfect. I'm gonna cum too, can you feel it?"

You nodded obligingly. "Oh, fuck honey... take it." He sank his teeth into your shoulder letting himself be carried away by the euphoria of his orgasm. You two ended up panting, gasping for air and kissing desperately.

...

You were lying facing each other in the bathtub. Your feet were on Stephen's chest and he was absently massaging one of them. Your body felt like jelly. Time seemed to have stopped, the world outside that hotel room seemed not to exist.

"Can I ask you something?" You asked. You were looking at him for some time in silence, admiring his absurd beauty, the wet hair he sloppily brushed back with his hand, the broad shoulders. Your face was rested lazily on one of your hands.

"Anything." He answered.

You smiled "You told me earlier that you were out of practice. How long has it been since you…?"

He didn't seem surprised by the question. "Since I got here. Well, a little longer." He shrugged.

"Not exactly a long time."

He disagreed "To me it's an absurd amount of time."

You chuckled, poking his chest with your foot, teasing him. "That's the difference between men and women. For men sex is a necessity, for women it's a choice."

He grabbed your foot and bit your toe, making you laugh.

"What's the longest you've gone without sex?" He asked.

You thought for a moment, without coming up with an exact answer. "Well, before I met Stephen...a couple of years I think."

He stared in disbelief. "How..."

You shrugged, "I never needed it that much. It's safe to say that I was never very sexually active before Stephen. Probably because men my age are disappointing."

He thought for a moment. "It occured to me now that I don't know your age."

"29."

"Really?"

"Why the surprise, do I look older?"

He smirked. "No. Of course not. It's just that I never thought about it. So, you and Stephen... how old were you when you met him?"

“I've been with him for 4 years. I was 25."

Stephen let out a low whistle. "It's a huge age gap. Don't you think?"

You shook your head. "I like it. Like I said, men my age are disappointing. Thinkin now, I wonder if the three of you are exactly the same age."

He smirked. "I am 45."

You nodded "Stephen is 45."

"Defender must be older. He looks older. "

You vehemently denied it. "Of course not. It's the beard."

He rolled his lips, probably holding back from saying anything that would provoke you. "So you think I look younger than I am since I don't have a beard or that hideous goatee?"

You poked him with your foot again. Supreme was annoying, cocky, and there was definitely a streak of narcissism in him, but you kind of liked that. "Yeah, a little."

When you finally managed to untangle yourself from each other to get out of the tub, you dressed in one of the hotel's robes neatly folded in the cupboard under the sink. The plush, soft fabric smelled fresh and inviting. Stephen wrapped a towel around his waist and busied himself with brushing his teeth and applying some deodorant. You stood there admiring him. "You don't even make an effort to look beautiful, it comes naturally to you. Isn’t it?"

He grinned, clearly pleased with the compliment and walked over to pinning you against the wall. "Careful, I really like to be praised, it does things to me and then I'll have to do things to you." He threatened, tracing the collar of your robe with his index finger.

You made the most innocent face you could muster. "And what kind of things would those be?"

He smirked and in one swift movement he scooped you up and you crossed your legs behind his back giggling as he carried you across the room. He laid you down on the bed and you patted the mattress biting your bottom lip to tease him.

"Come here."

But he seemed to think twice and denied moving away from you. With a gesture of his fingers the armchair that was near the fireplace slid across the floor stopping at the foot of the bed. He rummaged in his suit jacket that was neatly laid out on the bedroom bench and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. He took one and lit it quickly and then sat in the armchair and gave you a leering look. "Come on, honey. Let me see you."

You feigned confusion "But you are seeing me."

He raised an eyebrow "Take off that robe and spread your legs for me."

You chewed on your lip and shook your head stubbornly.

"Keep this attitude and I promise I won't let you cum when you ask me."

You pouted but nodded, untying your robe and letting it slide off your shoulders. You propped yourself back up on one of your arms and opened your legs for him.

He smirked satisfied taking a drag on the cigarette and then exhaling the smoke slowly through his nostrils "Beautiful. Now touch yourself for me."

You felt your face blushing. You had never done that. Of course, you had already touched yourself while Stephen was fucking you, but it was different. What Supreme wanted was just to watch you while you did it without taking part in it. It looked so pornographic. "I... I don't know Stephen..."

"Do as I say." His voice retained a tone of order that you didn't dare disobey.

You closed your eyes and began circling your clit with your fingers gently, testing the water to see how you would feel, but Stephen wasn't in the patience to wait.

"Open your eyes, honey. Fuck yourself on your fingers. Give me a show."

You opened your eyes and brought your index and ring fingers to your mouth and then thrusted them deep into your pussy, but you weren't having any of it, your shyness getting in the way.

Stephen took a long drag on his cigarette and then sighed making it disappear with a subtle movement of his fingers. "I think you need an incentive." He said pulling the towel from his waist and letting it fall to the floor. He stood there completely bare for you, his cock hard as a rock curved deliciously to his abdomen, the veins bulging, the tip a deep pink, almost red.

"Like what you see?" he asked in such a cocky tone you would have rolled your eyes if you hadn't been completely intoxicated by the sight of him looking that good right in front of you. Stephen gave you a cocky smile. He clearly had no problem getting naked in front of you, in fact you were pretty sure he loved it and the way you were staring, mouth open in total admiration, only served to inflate his ego even more.

He spat on his cock head and spread the saliva slowly starting to pump his cock while keeping eye contact with you the whole time. He was bewitching you like the sorcerer he was, but not using magic, just showing you his perfect body.

His hand movements were slow but had an insistent rhythm.

A low moan escaped his lips. "Come on honey"

You could feel the shyness disappearing and giving way to desire. Your fingers began to move in and out of your pussy as you were coaxed by the filth words that easily came out of his mouth.

"Just like that, honey, you have such a pretty pussy. Oh yes, finger this pussy for me. Do you think you can get off just looking at me pumping my cock?"

You let out a moan, your head nodding to his question.

"Yeah, just like that? Such a good girl doing as she's told." His voice was cut off by a long moan and he increased his pace for an instant, but then stopped, holding his cock by the base. "Look at it, honey. So fucking hard and pulsing just for you."

You took your fingers out of your pussy only to spit into your hand and drive the saliva back down your entrance, fucking yourself with your fingers. The loud, wet noise only added to your pleasure.. You could feel that you were close. "Fuck Stephen..."

He smirked, his cock throbbing violently now that it was being neglected. He clearly didn't want to come before you did. "Tell me how much you want it."

Your voice sounded shaky when you answered. "S-So much. I want it so much, Stephen."

He bit his bottom lip "You'll have it, but first, let me see you cum."

You nodded obediently, increasing the pace of your fingers. "Stephen, I need to see..."

"Need to see me jerking off? That will make you cum?"

"Y-Yes."

He grinned, spat into his palm and went back to pump his cock nice and hard. The obscenity of the scene added to the wet sounds that the friction of his hand on his cock made was what did it for you. You felt the knot breaking. Your fingers dipping into your own cum.

Stephen moaned loudly watching the scene and then hurried to you. "Open your mouth for me."

You just did what he said.

He shoved his cock into your mouth, gave a couple of deep thrusts and spilled his warm cum in your mouth. His two hands firmly in your hair keeping you there until he was finished.

He groaned and demanded "Don't swallow it."

You did like you were told and he pulled you to his lips and stuck his tongue in your mouth tasting his own cum with such lust. You moaned loudly into his lips, letting him control the kiss like you let him control everything else, cum leaking from the corners of your mouth.

When he let go of you he wiped his own mouth with the back of his hand and wiped the corners of your mouth with his thumb making you suck on it afterwards.

Not just your body, but even your mind seemed tired after all the sex you made and Stephen seemed to realize that, because he quickly changed his demeanor and started to treat you with much more affection.

He caressed your cheek and kissed your lips lightly and dedicated himself to cleaning you of all the mess you had made on yourself and helped you to crawl under the comforter and laid next to you on the bed, but contrary to what you expected he didn't pull you to his chest, he just lay there on his side looking at you. His hand sought yours and your fingers intertwined.

"I don't want to be one of those guys who has to ask if the girl liked it, but... Did you... liked it?"

You smiled lazily. He suddenly seemed so unsure about everything.

"I did. Very much."

He nodded and tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. The gesture felt so intimate, as if the two of you had done it so many times before.

"You're different." You stated.

He lifted his head from the pillow, staring at you "A good different?"

You held his hand and brought it to your lips kissing his palm. He stiffed a bit, but let go when you smiled at him. You kissed each of his blackened fingertips to which he looked surprised and a little uncomfortable, but you continued until you had kissed them all.

"A very good different." You finally answered.

...

You woke up in the morning feeling lost. In place, in time. You looked around at the unfamiliar hotel room and suddenly felt homesick. Whichever room you used to slept in, Stephen's or Defender's, it was certainly much warmer than the irritatingly white walls and sheets that now burned your sensitive eyes. Yet there was one thing there that was warm and felt like home: Stephen.

He was sleeping heavily on his stomach, one of his arms wrapped tight around your waist.

You allowed yourself to admire him for a few seconds before waking him up. His hair was all messed up, a few strands falling over his forehead. You gently set them in place, taking the opportunity to touch his face, tracing his cheekbones and his sharp jaw with your index finger. God, he was so beautiful. When he was sleeping he lose all his arrogance and became exactly like Stephen and Defender. Perhaps that was why you found it so fascinating to watch them sleep, because it was in those moments that you realized that they were exactly the same person.

You got distracted looking at him until he mumbled something you couldn't understand. You waited thinking he was waking up and talking to you, but then he went back to utterly unintelligible muttering and you smiled to yourself realizing he was talking in his sleep. Stephen and Defender didn't do that.

You lay there for several minutes watching him sleep and trying to control your little giggles every time he said something. You even managed to understand a few words like book, spell, Kamar Taj, but they were just loose words, most of which you could decipher.

It took some time for you to realize that there was indeed life outside that room, as much as you had forgotten about it in the last few hours, there was also work on which you were definitely late. You got up looking for your bag, but your cell phone wasn't inside it. You looked around trying to think where you had left it when you found it on top of the bedside table next to Stephen.

You picked it up and were speechless when you saw the time. It was past 10am. You should be at work at 7am. It was Friday, there was always so much work on Fridays. Phil would kill you. You sighed trying to understand why your alarm didn't go off until you saw that your alarm had been deleted. You stood there looking at your phone and at Supreme sleeping and you knew you should be mad but at the same time you couldn't help but smile at the realization.

You sighed surrendering and answered the thousand messages Phil had sent you with a simple: I'M NOT FEELING WELL. I'M SORRY.

You left your cell phone on the bedside table and walked around back to bed. You would talk to him about what he did, but in another moment, in that moment you would appreciate him a little bit more.

...

Sleep has always been an issue for Stephen. He always had trouble sleeping and even more trouble waking up. There was nothing he hated more than having to wake up early and that’s why his days at Kamar Taj were always a torture, because he had to wake up at sunrise every day.

Anyway, he was pretty sure he had never slept so well in his entire life and likewise never woken up more pleasantly than to the sweet sound of your voice.

He opened his eyes to see your looking at him with what he could only describe as love and tenderness. Your hand caressed his cheek gently.

"Good morning, sleeping beauty." You teased with a smirk. "Do you have any idea how long I've been trying to wake you up?"

He ran a hand over his face. "What time is it?" he asked and he could see from your face that you weren't pleased that he'd turned off your alarm, but you didn't look mad either.

"It's almost 11am." You sighed "I'm not going to argue with you today, but I want you to know that I'm not pleased and I hope you don't do that again."

He smirked. You really did look even more beautiful when you spoke to him in that authoritative tone. It was as scary as a hissing kitten though. "Noted."

He held out his arms for you to settle between them. "Now come here, kiss me good morning."

You complied, kissing his lips softly, then pulled back and traced his lips with your fingertip. "You have beautiful lips. I like the way they stand out without the beard."

Oh honey. How could he resist you when you were a flatterer and he loved to be flattered? "What did I tell you about complimenting me?"

You bit your bottom lip "I can't help it." You said with a mischievous smile and then let out a small giggle. "I discovered something new about you today."

He raised an eyebrow "And what would that be?"

"You talk in your sleep." You said and kissed him again. Just a peck, like it was the most casual thing in the world. And he blushed. Stephen wasn't shy, not at all. He was a damned exhibitionist, but this newfound intimacy was something new to him. He hadn't been this close to a woman since Christine, but it sure as hell wasn't the same. You were important, you were the love of his life, he just knew it.

"So the great Supreme Strange is capable of blushing." You teased.

He cupped your chin between his thumb and index finger "I love you. I've never felt this way about anyone and it scares me. This love is so big that would make me do anything to keep it, and when I say that..." He held his hand up in the air staring at his fingers. All the memories flooding back to his mind. "I mean it."

You held his hand and directed it to cup your cheek. You kept it there. "I love you too, Stephen."

He kissed you deeply and rolled over to stand on top of you and held both of your hands above your head, with his knee he spread your legs to position himself between them.

"Stephen…we need to go home."

He shushed you "We will. But first I'm going to make love to you one more time before I hand you back to them."

You let out a small giggle. "As you wish, sir."

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Polyamorous: Epilogue

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader x Bucky Barnes

Warning: Pure fluff and Happiness

Epilogue

Steve kept his eyes closed as his husband trailed kisses along his jaw, his tongue down his neck, hickies down his chest. How he loved his husband and his touches. He hummed as he wrapped his lips around his nipples and hissed when he bit down.

"I knew you were awake," Bucky said as he kissed his nipple as an apology.

"I was just enjoying your kisses, your touches."

"Really," Bucky said as he continued to trail kisses down his chest moving further down, he settled himself between his legs he tugged out his waistband. " well, you're about to enjoy a whole lot-"

Both men were startled by a series of knocks on the door. Both men sighed Steve sat up against the headboard and placed a pillow in his lap because it rolled off of Steve and onto his elbow. He smiled, looking up at Steve, who was upset and covering up his tall friend.

"Daddy? Dad? Are you awake?" asked a little voice behind the door.

"Wide awake, sweetheart"

" I can't reach, I can't open the door. Help!"

They chuckled Bucky moved to get up, but the door was already opened. " Thank you," the little voice said as he came in carrying a glass of juice in each arm.

"Happy Father's Day," the little fella yelled at the top of his little Lunges. Ash followed him, carrying a tray of food.

"Happy Father's Day, Ian made you guys Breakfast"

"you did this for us, Buddy" Bucky picked him up, helping him to bed with them. Kissing his little blonde head as he came.

"Mommy helped with the Bacon and Ash with Pancakes," the young boy spoke matter-factly.

"Thank you, Ian"

Ian, Ian Roger -Barnes.

Shortly after moving into their home, the trouple approached Tsunade about trying to conceive again. Going through all the checks and tests, it was determined that the (Y/n) body was working but not ready. She was given medication to help even then, but she was told it would be a long time before they got any real results. It was stated she had many failures before her miracle.

Tsunade, the lovely woman she is, stepped up and helped get a child in other ways. Introducing them to several adoption agencies and helping them through the process. If anyone asked, she would be credited with bringing them to their adopted son Ian.

Ian's mother was a teenager who died giving birth to him. The young girl had no family, and the father was unknown, so Ian was quickly put into the system. Due to his many medical issues due to having a young teenage mother and being premature, very few were willing to take him in.

That was until the Roger- Barnes family came, and they were very willing. They welcomed him at Eight months. Here he was now at five years old. Healthy, Happy, and loved with a mother, a father, another father, an older sister, and another sister on the way.

"Why do we have so many stairs?" (Y/n) asks as she comes in carrying another food tray. Ash quickly jumped up, taking it from her and placing it with the other one on the bed.

"Happy Father's Day," She said as she rubbed her swollen belly.

Yes, after years of trying and many more trying, a miracle lay in her belly. A blessing. Of course, those losses would not be forgotten they'd always be remembered in their hearts, and they could be seen in the corner of her garden, each life planted as a different flower of life. Gently taken care of kindly as her children walked next to her.

Hopefully, Rebecca would not join her flower siblings.

"Come sit, you shouldn't be up," Steve said as he got out of bed, motioning her to take his place. She didn't complain or fight, just doing as she was told and climbing into bed. Breakfast in bed with her husbands and children.

Bucky, Ian, (Y/n), and Steve sit against the headboard, and Ash sits across from them. All eating for the trays of food. Bacon, pancakes, eggs, french toast, fruit( Strawberries, blueberries, bananas), Orange juice, milk, and Coffee. All are Decorated with beautiful Father's Day cards from each child and a dutiful wife.

"alright, as wonderful as this breakfast is, I have to go," Ash said as she wiped her hands, taking her last sips of coffee. " I have to go to work. Can't leave Peter alone in the lab too long he'll end up like Tony," Ash teased as she exited, giving her family a wave as she departed.

"Don't be late for dinner, I'll text you the address" (Y/n) called after her daughter.

"So we're going to dinner tonight," Bucky said as he held his son's bacon over his head, ignoring the little grabby hands that begged for it.

"How else are we to celebrate your time within fatherhood"

"I mean, I know Steve has a couple of ideas. He shared them with me this morning. Sausage."

"That's bacon, my bacon," Ian quickly protested, reclaiming his meat "Mine"

"For dessert, wouldn't want to be interrupted again now, would we" (Y/n) said she was talking to Steve, although he was doing his best to ignore her and Bucky, just drinking his coffee. But his red-tipped ears clearly told them he heard every word and understood every meaning.

Standing on the threshold, Bucky watched Ian use his water can to water the fruits and veggies as he walked along the paths, like a little gardener tending to his lands. Steve was in the garden as well, weeding and pruning as he watched his son run about and listen to his tales.

Apparently, oranges were gifts from fairies, and the nicer one was the sweeter their oranges. Ian deemed they had the sweetest in the world.

(Y/n) sat on the porch with a book in her lap and a cup of tea on the table she was leaning over the railing, rubbing her stomach as they listened to her son tell his tales (while secretly, not so secretly, stuffing fruit into his overalls. Adorable).

Bucky came up behind (Y/n) and kissed the back of her head. " you missed a spot," he called Steve threw a bunch of weeds toward him. Ian quickly came to his dad's defense, also splashing water.

"what did I do?!" (Y/n) laughed as she got wet.

"Sorry, Mommy"

Bucky just laughed. Which resulted in him getting the hose from Steve. Thus a water fight began in the backyard. The respective teams are Bucky and (y/n) vs. Steve and Ian. Although that quickly changed to everyone vs. Bucky when he kept using (Y/n) as a human shield.

Steve took a moment to step back and watch his husband, wife, and son run around the garden with the hose and can of water. It was beautiful just laughing and running amongst each other. And although one child was missing, she was not forgotten. If anything-

"AH AH AH"

Everything stopped as (Y/n) started screaming. For a moment, they thought she was hurt. Bucky took her in his arms, looking for wounds. Steve scooped up Ian in his arms, looking around for a threat.

"I FEEL IT" she screamed, laughing as she started to bounce up and down and crying? Now everyone was confused, and Ian was a bit scared. (Y/n) saw this and quickly apologized, and offered an explanation.

" I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, sweetheart," she said, kissing his cheeks as he started crying with her "Feel," she said, bringing his little hand down to her stomach. It was then that her husbands realized what was happening.

Ian quickly pulled his hand away as he felt something flutter against his hand from within her mommy's belly. " What is that?!" he asked, scared.

"Your sister, she's kicking"

"Really?" Steve whispered, leaning forward he reached out slowly. She took his hand and Bucky's and put it on her stomach. At first, there was nothing, but then Steve gasped, feeling a flutter under his palm She moved Bucky's hand so he could feel a bit too.

"I feel her," Bucky said the overwhelming emotions of excitement, anxiety, happiness, and fear all had him dropping to his knees in front of her. " I feel her"

"I do, too," Steve said as he put Ian down, kneeling next to Bucky.

For all her children, this was the first one she felt inside. She never imagined it'd feel something like this the joy and fear combined were almost paralyzing. She cried as she cradled her stomach.

"Hey, I've brought lunch"

"your sister kicked"

Ash dropped the bags in her hands and rushed to her mother's side. (Y/n) took her hand and placed it on her stomach between her father's. And for a moment, the family stood in silence in the backyard, touching each other and waiting.

"There," (Y/n) said as she moved Ash's hand to feel.

"That's so weird," she said, but her smile spoke volumes. Still, (Y/n) agreed. "okay, I've had my fill," she took her hand away " Come, Ian, I've brought lunch," and with that, she took her baby brother and left.

Ash's quick departure wasn't something new or to be taken as an offense. She simply did not enjoy touching or being touched all the time. Some parts of herself were not easily changed as others. (Y/n) was happy with the few minutes she was given.

Steve kissed her stomach as he wrapped his arms around her waist, hugging her lower half. "My beautiful wife and the mother of all of the children," he whispered.

Standing up, Bucky pulled her into a breathtaking kiss. " I love you til this day until me last"

"Actually, it's I love you til the end of the line. You need to stop watching Game of Thrones," Steve chuckled as he stood up " This is not Kings Landing." They began to walk to the house where their other children waited for them.

"You know nothing (Y/n) Roger-Barnes"

"Oh," (Y/n) stopped as she felt the first few droplets of rain touch her skin. Leaning her head back, she closed her eyes and smiled.

"Nope," Bucky snatched her and carried her into the house.

"What?!"

"I know that face, young lady," Steve said as he showed his fingers of disappointment " No singing in the rain, no dancing in the rain, no skipping, tipping, tapping, all of the above. No rain for you. I'm not having you get sick."

"What if we wear raincoats and boots?" Ian asked as he came around the corner into the kitchen, already putting on his coat.

"No, I'm not having either of you get sick," Steve said, taking his jacket.

Bucky put (Y/n) on the counter, the sick bastard knew she wouldn't be able to get down. Steve must have thought that it was a good idea because he put Ian on the counter too. Ash laughed as the two pouted, stuck on the counter.

"It's Father's Day, and we get what we want, and we don't want you running about in the rain."

"Can we at least watch the rain from the library?" Ian asked, the library had a nice window nook to curl up and watch the rain from.

"Sure, Steve and I grab a lunch," Bucky said as he helped Ian off the counter, and then (Y/n) and they both scurried off to the library.

"I see you inching towards the door," Steve said, addressing Ash, who was indeed inching out of the kitchen.

"Unlike you guys, I didn't get a day off of work. I have to get back."

Crossing the kitchen, Steve pulled Ash into a nearly bone-crushing hug. Ash let out a breathless laugh at her father's antics. "I love you," Steve said, kissing her forehead " You know that, right? That I love you"

"Of course"

"I feel like I don't tell you enough"

Ash chuckled " Trust me, you tell me enough, and when you are not telling me, you're making sure to squeeze my bones with it. Trust me, I know. And My sister will know too. She probably already knows, but she'll finally get to feel it when she gets here."

Bucky smiled as he watched the two embrace. To think some years ago the two were tiptoeing around each other. And now they were father and daughter and it was quite beautiful.

"Enough of this, I really have to get back to work"

"Alright, We'll see you tonight at dinner."

Dinner was at a fancy restaurant rented out for a private party by Tony, of course. All the Avengers and their families were present.

Steve, (y/n), and Bucky bringing Ian and Ash. Tony and Pepper bring Morgan and Peter ( May was invited but declined because she had a date. Coincidentally, so did Happy). Clint came with Lauren and their children Cooper, Lila, and Nathaniel. Wanda and Vision came with their twins, Billy and Tommy. Thor bringing his daughter Love. And Sam, Bruce, Rhodey, and Natasha all came in the clutch holding up their aunts and uncles/Godparents' titles very proudly.

It was a very full family dinner party.

"Alright," Standing up, raising his glass, " Today, we are all gathered here to celebrate fatherhood. I, for one, never thought I'd be worth enough to be someone's father, yet here I came with two beautiful children" everyone noted Peter blush " who I love very much. I have had many positions and titles in my life, and I can say, and I know many will agree with me, that my favorite title has been and will always be dad. To all the mothers sitting at this table, and not, thank you for our children. And to all the children sitting amongst us, know that no matter how we got there or how it ends, we will always love you no matter what. 3000."

Everyone raised their glasses " 3000"

"I'm surprised it didn't make a dig at our age," Bucky whispered to Sam as they began to eat.

"Pepper told me not to" Tony teased

"there are children present please be nice"

"Of course, dear," Pepper pinched him.

Conversations flowed as dinner came. It was like a reunion of sorts. It had been quite some time since they all had been in the same place together, like this hell, even the same planet. Thor and Bruce had kindly put their galaxy travels on hold for this dinner. And then, with Tony, (Y/n), Clint, and Steve being semi-retired, not many original Avengers were running around they were more focused on family now. Can't really blame them though most of them didn't believe they'd live long enough to have a family, they were dedicated.

Despite all their hardships life was treating them well.

"Daddy, I've got to pee," Ian announced. No hesitation, Bucky Jumped up, scooping Ian as he went. Rushing to the bathroom before any accidents could happen.

"So (Y/n), how are you feeling? Pepper told me that your mini-me was starting to kickbox." Tony always strange approach.

"Yeah, she gave me a few butterfly kicks this earlier today."

"She's moving," Sam gasped

"She just started moving today, just before lunch tiny little kicks, not much but still beautiful," Bruce said, matter factly he got a few surprised looks " What, I'm in the aunts and moms chat group. I know things you will never," the girls laughed at this because it was true.

"how do you become an aunt?"

"It just comes naturally," Bruce said smugly. Sam pouted, all in good fun.

(Y/n) smiled as Bucky and Ian returned to the table she gave him a quick kiss before he sat down she gave Steve a kiss as well. Looking around the table, they were surrounded by family and friends and just love and affection. She realized this right here, this was the life she had always wanted always dreamed of. Of course, it wasn't exactly as she dreamt of, more exciting with a few more details out of the world (literally). It was even better. And it was her life, and it was real.

From a Brooklyn girl pinning for two to a famous hero nurse, surrounded by her hero friends and family, married to her first two loves, famous heroes in their own rights, and mother of two beautiful children with one more on the way.

This was her life, and she loved it.

#fanfiction #polyamourous fanfiction #polyamorous fanfic #polyamourous series #polyamorous #stucky fanfiction #stucky x reader #steve rogers fanfiction #steve roger x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #Bucky Barnes x reader #steve roger x Bucky Barnes #avengers fanfiction #Steve rogers x reader x Buckly Barnes #Epilogue #the end

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I just love the idea of Peter cooking amazing meals for his loved ones

#writing prompt #winterspider #peter parker x bucky barnes #starker #spidershield #shieldspider #winterspidershield #ironspider #spiderstrange #strangespider #starkerstrange #poly avengers #polyamorous peter parker #winterspiderpurrs

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words-writ-in-starlight · 6 months

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Hello, I came across your Kencyrath rec post and I am tentatively intruiged. That said I wanted to ask about a trigger before I dive in. Suicide is pretty strong trigger for me. I can handle it if it's mentioned, but detailed descriptions of the act or a lot of time spent in a suicidal character's head/thoughts dealing with suicidal ideation would not be. Is this an issue in the Chronicles of Kencyrath, and if it is, do you have a different recommendation?

Okay SO.

The Kencyrath exist in a honor/shame society, in which going against the code of honor (lying, breaking your word, etc) is considered a sin that can only be forgiven through an honorable death. Sometimes this takes the form of going into battle without the intention to come back, generally without armor, but it also takes the form of ritualized suicide with a specific kind of knife. I would call it a very specific kind of suicidal ideation, in which it doesn’t come so much from a depressive headspace as it does from a kind of rigidly religious one. There isn’t a ton of time spent in the heads of characters actively pursuing ritual suicide, nor what I would call traditional depressive suicidality, but it IS a very present element of the society, including people freely making choices with the understanding that they will be expected to take their own life afterward, or people being forced to take their own life as an alternative to being dishonored. Think samurai rules or Imperial Chinese rules and you’ll be in the right ballpark. Ultimately I can’t know the inside of your brain, but if onscreen suicide discussion or aftermath is a concern, I might table this series until you feel more ready for it.

In terms of alternative recommendations, buckle up, I have a list based on what part of the Kencyrath pitch you were into. These recommendations are made with the assumption that all the OTHER content warnings for the Kencyrath are not a problem, but I’ll note any really major ones and include a broad rating according to AO3 rules. Anything with an asterisk by it heavily features the big Chivalric Devotion vibes of the main Kencyrath dynamics. I read a lot of that.

Sprawling politics:

The Unbroken* (drafted soldier impresses daughter of the empress, they try to stop a war, full of double-crossing schemes and gallant ladies, cw colonialism, M for violence, sex, and extremely real colonialism)

The Captive Prince* (dethroned prince is sold into slavery under his mortal enemy, definitional enemies-to-lovers content, cw sexual assault, E for a very sexually relaxed culture in a bad way)

A Taste of Gold and Iron* (unambitious prince gets tangled up in a currency fraud scheme and gets a shiny new bodyguard, E for a very sexually relaxed culture in a good way)

October Daye series (starts out classic urban fantasy, rapidly becomes Blood Magic and Politics The Series, for those committed to a long series, T for violence)

Pulp fantasy adventure vibes:

Hero and the Crown/The Blue Sword* (classic sword and sorcery fantasy, for DnD lovers and people who read Horse Girl Books as kids, General Audiences)

Silver Under Nightfall* (vampire couple teams up with vampire hunter to cure a magical plague, the polyamorous murder romance you need in your life, cw coercive assault and body horror, E for gore and numerous threesomes)

Heaven Official’s Blessing***** (translated Chinese novel, very old fallen god returns to Heaven and Does His Best, for those committed to a LONG book, currently on volume 8, T for violence)

Witch King (body hopping demon tries to solve his own murder with his found family in tow, perfect standalone book, T for violence)

Spicy magic systems:

The City We Became/The World We Made (sentient cities and extra dimensional invaders, for everyone who read a lot of Avengers In NYC fic back in 2012, cw racism and survival sex work, M for sex)

Gideon the Ninth/The Locked Tomb series***** (everyone knows about this series, it’s the one with the lesbian space necromancers, cw for just the craziest flavors of abuse, M for violence and cannibalism I guess, also fits the below category)

The Gilded Ones* (what if all the misogynists who said women were demons were absolutely correct, and it was fucking rad, cw for SO much sexism and also religious indoctrination, T for violence)

A Soul to Keep* et al (okay oKAY LOOK THIS IS MONSTERFUCKER CONTENT BUT I RECOMMEND IT, local cursed woman gets forced to marry a demon, they argue a lot and the sex scenes are REAL bizarre, cw kidnapping and the second book deals with a character coming out of a severe depression, HARD E for monsterfucking, obviously)

Interpersonal relationships that are just SO fucked up:

A Dowry of Blood (a letter from Dracula’s first wife to the man himself, cw domestic abuse, M for adult themes and sex)

Remnants of Filth/Yuwu* (translated Chinese novel, loyal general becomes the jailer for his traitorous ex-lover, cw slavery and discussion of sexual assault, E for sex)

The Salt Grows Heavy (homicidal Little Mermaid and plague doctor wander through an apocalypse together, actually read everything Cassandra Khaw has ever touched, the absolute pinnacle of horror, cw all her stuff for really creative violence and body horror, M for violence and gore)

Anyway if you have any other book recommendation questions and/or you read any of these and enjoy them, hit me up, recommending books to people is genuinely one of my great joys in life.

#Kencyrath #book rec #chronicles of the Kencyrath #hooooo boy howdy let’s get into these tags huh #the unbroken #the captive prince #a taste of gold and iron #October daye #the blue sword #silver under nightfall #heaven official’s blessing #tgcf #witch king #the city we became #the locked tomb #Gideon the ninth #the gilded ones #a soul to keep #a dowry of blood #remnants of filth #Yuwu #the salt grows heavy #cassandra khaw #listen i fucking L O V E recommending books #i AM the person who will ask what you like about your favorite books and recommend five things off the top of my head #i flatter myself I’m quite good at it #oh the other cassandra khaw book i recommend is hammers on bone #which is about an elder god working a day job as a private investigator #and has the vibe of a magnus archives Meat Episode(TM)#but that one doesn’t really fit the kencyrath tone except a couple niche scenes in the master’s house and jame’s nightmares

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MCU FANFICS REC Pt.1

[Fanfics i've read]

edited

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♡ - smut

Mostly fluff

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Peter(pietro) maximoff

erik lehnsherr

warren worthington

alex summers

Scott summers

Kurt Wagner

Jean grey

Druig

Loki laufeyson

Bucky barnes

Peter parker

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@weasvlys - NSFW headcannon

@takenbypeter - Is the big spoon when cuddling

- Gives the other “the look” when they crossed the line

- Spends WAY too much time in the snack aisle while grocery shopping

@chiefdirector - Being in a Polyamorous relationship with Charles Xavier and Erik Lehnsherr would include...

@gangrenados - valentine's day with them

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Peter(pietro) maximoff

@quickiesgirl -the night the klepto stole your heart

@takenbypeter - text message emergency

- have no fear peter is here

- look me in my eyes

- peter w/ an s/o whos too nice

- snack shopping

@m0chaminx - Instagram au

@devilgenics - headcannon

@spilledkauffie - cuddling with them

@softie-rain - opposites attract

@quicksilverownsmysoul - ___

@damnnnelliot - sleeping with pietro maximoff would include

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erik lehnsherr

@fanfic-galore-ig - headcannon

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warren worthington

@absolutelyfizzing - angels and demons

@m0chaminx - Instagram au

@spilledkauffie - cuddling with them

- NSFW

@mrsarnasdelicious - first kiss

@tomhiddelstonandzaynmalik - fluff alphabet pt.2

@definitely-not-v - meeting and falling inlove with warren would include

@gangrenados - ___

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alex summers

@starshipsofstarlord - summertime

@m0chaminx - Instagram au

@spilledkauffie - cuddling with them

- NSFW

@mayfieldss - dating alex summers would include

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Scott summers

@refiwrites - taking care of drunk scott summer

@m0chaminx - Instagram au

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Kurt Wagner

@definitely-not-v - Warm

@peachy-wolfhard - dating kurt wagner

@maximoffs-girl - having a family w/ kurt wagner

- dating kurt wagner would include

- arcade date with kurt

@refiwrites - is that my sweater?

@rubystarpoet - nightcrawler

@dem-obscure-imagines - nightcrawler and the princess

@gabrielsgoldengrace - being a burlesque dancer and kurt seeing a show would include

@thefandom-fanatic - drawing hearts

@spotofimagines - blue

@youreobsessedwithtoomanyfandoms - you can do this i believe in you

@fandom-------queen - headcannon

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Jean grey

@m0chaminx - Instagram au

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Druig

@sapphireplums - break time

@starsvck - somewhere only we know

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Loki laufeyson

@weasleygirl7 -Glorious purpose

@bonky-n-steeb - the flower crown

@agentofkrypton - ___

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@takenbypeter - you make it better

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bucky barnes

@takenbypeter - keep your friends close

- b.b

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peter parker

@parkersmaterialgirl - headcannon

@yesitsmewhataboutit - 1:10 am

@realtalkswithfinn - the spiderling(avenger!reader)

#peter maximof x reader #erik lensherr x reader #warren worthington iii x reader #alex summers x reader #scott summers x reader #kurt wagner x reader #jean grey x reader #druig x reader #loki laufeyson x reader #bucky barnes x reader #peter parker x reader #masterlist #mcu rec

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harlequin-hangout · 1 year

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Consequences

Loki Masterlist | Bucky Masterlist

Pairing: Dom!Loki x Sub!Fem!Reader x Dom!Bucky

Warnings: SMUT, MINORS DNI Knife play, Denial, overstimulation, kink, honorifics

Contains: This is just porn. Straight Smut

Word Count: 3.1k

This fic includes Polyamory! I've used some terms that, as a Polyamorous person, are part of my life, but I also didn't learn them until I became Polyamorous. So! Here's a glossary, just so everyone can enjoy the fic without googling. Not all terms may be used, I wrote the glossary before the fic 😅

Throuple/Triad: Relationship involving three people that are all involved with each other

V: Relationship involving three people where one person is dating both of the other people but the second and third partners are not dating each other

Dividers are made by me! Want some for yourself? Send me an ask!

I do not nor will I ever give permission for my writing to be copied, pasted, reposted to other sites, or edited in any way shape or form. Seriously, just don’t.

A/N: This may be expanded on in the future, I haven't completely decided yet. Thank of blame @vbecker10 for this one, however it goes 😅😅

Two weeks. Two fucking weeks. You sigh and look at your phone hoping that maybe you’d missed a text in the three minutes you hadn’t looked at your phone, but you had no such luck. Bucky and Loki had been gone for two weeks – twice as long as was planned – and you hadn’t heard from them in three days. The mission had gone well, much better than expected, actually. It had gone so well that Pepper had immediately scheduled a week-long press tour. Your boys weren’t exactly the crowd favorites – one of them being an assassin and ex-Hydra operative, the other a god who tried to conquer your planet – but this could change all that. The tip they received had been a trap. If it hadn’t been for Bucky’s intimate knowledge of Hydra protocol and Loki’s magic, Steve Rogers and Tony Stark would be in critical condition, and Peter Parker would be dead. Hydra had been trying to take out as many of SHIELD’s top operatives as possible. Bucky had managed to spot things out of place, and had pulled Stark down out of the way of the explosion. He’d given Steve enough warning to move that the Super Soldier escaped with only some bumps and bruises, those would heal in no time. Peter . . . Peter had been mid-swing. The pillar had crushed his lower half. Thank god for his mutated genetics or he wouldn’t have made it long enough for Loki to get to him. Loki had managed to keep him alive just long enough for the QuinJet to get him to an intensive care hospital. He pulled through, and was due to be discharged from the ICU and sent to recover in the Avengers Tower medical bay next week.

A text from Steve lit up on your phone.

Message from: Steve Rogers

Y/N – Turn on your television, you’ll want to see this. – SteveYou smirked. No matter how many times you tried to bring that man into the twenty-first century, he still texted like an 80 year old man. At least he’d stopped sending letter-length texts in the group chat. Steve was the Avengers’ Golden Boy, but the Steven Rogers you’d come to know was every bit as bratty as you were. Not as submissive, that’s never a word you’d use for him, but bratty? Well, Doms are just brats who get their way. When he was vague like that, you knew he was up to something. You grab your laptop and open one of the national news channels that you knew would be carrying the conference. Tony stood behind the podium giving some kind of statement to the press before fielding questions. What on earth had Stevie Boy wanted you to – There we go. You smirked, he knew your style well.

The camera changed angles, and you could see your boys sitting in the back. Bucky had his headphones on, and they were both on their phones. Score. You immediately text Steve.

How long until you’re all home?

Y/N – Sometime after 2100, we will finish our last photo session at 2030, then make our way back to the jet. Pepper has already convinced Tony to leave the debrief for tomorrow. – Steve

Mischief spreads across your face. Steve, you sly bastard. Okay, what was 2100 on the twelve hour clock? It’s 2pm now, and that’s 1400, so eight . . . nine. Seven hours should be PLENTY of time to make them wait. You slip into your emerald green lingerie set – the strappy one that hugs your curves just right – and slip on one of Bucky’s casual leather jackets (the formal ones were the ones without knife marks or blood, but you were confident that the dry cleaner had been able to get all the blood out of this one). Planting yourself in front of the full length mirror, you sit on the floor and snap a few photos. Bucky’s jacket falling off of your shoulders, covered in Loki’s colors. Marking yourself as theirs. Smirking, you hit send in the Throuple group chat and watch the laptop screen. If this works, you have something much better in mind. Three . . . Two . . . One . . .

Message: Read

Bucky smirks, and Loki ever so discreetly raises an eyebrow on your computer screen. Wonderful, they’re paying attention. You grab the vibrator you keep for personal moments. Several settings and fifteen minutes later, you send an audio recording to that same chat with the caption “Headphone Warning 😈”

You run back to the laptop, and just in time. You see Bucky’s head snap up from his phone, then see him slowly pass the headphones to Loki. The God’s expression darkens, the lust poorly masked on his face. Your phone vibrates, a new message on your screen.

Group Message from: Loki

We land at nine. By the door. On your knees. No exceptions.

You could feel the butterflies forming in the pit of your stomach. This was definitely going to be a long night.

8:59pm: You kneel next to the door, sitting back on your heels. You’d brought a pillow for under your knees, knowing that you may be here for a while if the QuinJet was delayed.

9:07pm: The tower is silent. You squirm a little and consider getting up, but decide against it. You’d pushed your luck earlier that day, so you better do what you were told.

9:13pm: You hear the roar of the QuinJet engines. Your boys were finally home.

They took their sweet time getting ready. It was almost 10 before you found yourself kneeling on the floor with Bucky pressed against your back. His vibranium hand clasped your wrists. You could feel him pressing into your back, his muscles moving against your bare skin as his fingers worked their way up your thigh. You could feel his hot breath on your neck as he leaned down to nip at your ear, smirking as you whined. Loki clicked his tongue at the sound.

“Come now, Pet. Your little stunt during the interview has made things rather inconvenient for the Sergeant here.” Loki’s voice absolutely dripped with salacious intent. “Do you really want to make things that much harder on him?” Loki stared down at you, raising an eyebrow as Bucky gently pressed his hips against you. You felt your breath catch in your throat.

“N-no, My Prince,” you manage through Bucky’s teasing.

“There’s my good little Pet. Now, hold still.”

Loki was going to take his sweet goddamned time and there was nothing you could do about it. Every touch, every bite, hell, every look, was like electricity on your skin. You did your best to hold still, but the lust in Loki’s eyes made you squirm with need. You felt Bucky’s metal hand squeeze your wrists – a reminder to behave.

“C’mon now, Doll.” His voice was barely more than a whisper, breath hot on your ear. “Be good for the God, hmm? You had your fun earlier, now you need to deal with the consequences of your actions. Understand?” You whine as you feel Loki’s slim fingers ghost over your panties. You feel another squeeze on your wrists, this one a little harsher. “I said, do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir!!” You gasp. Bucky groans softly in your ear. The honorific does it for him and you knew it.

“There’s my sweet girl . . .” He nips at your neck as Loki stands.

“Pet, I’d like to bring out my knife to pay you back for your press conference stunt. Is that something you’re willing to indulge tonight?”

“Yes, My Prince, but can we use the dullest one please?”

“Of course, love. Thank you.” Loki’s expression softens, even if only briefly. “We’ll use the red light system this time, love. I intend to take. My. Time.” an ornate blunted knife appeared in a flash of green. This one was your favorite. You could feel the cool metal on your skin, but there was minimal risk of your skin breaking. “Sergeant, if you would.” Bucky released your wrists and stood, sliding his intimidating form back onto the couch. He watched, his eyes dark with lust, as Loki worked. While Bucky would never bottom, damn did he love watching Loki work. The man was a genius when it came to denial, and he loved the way your body squirmed as you screamed and begged for your release.

You felt a pressure on your legs as an invisible force began to pull at your thighs. You giggle excitedly, knowing exactly what’s coming next. You loved shibari and being suspended, but it did take a lot of time. You felt a pull between your legs – that must be his magical anchor point – as your body is pulled upwards. You find yourself hanging upside down, the bite of invisible rope along your thighs and ass, as you lazily spin, your feet hanging down by your ass.

“Hold still for me, Pet,” Loki purred. You breathe in and out, waiting. The anticipation was always the worst part . . . not knowing when you were going to feel the cool bite of the knife, your Prince’s firm grip on your skin – you moan softly as you feel a sharp line of pressure draw up your thigh. He’s starting slow, warming you up. The blade makes its way over your hip, up you side, and presses in a bit more at your ribs before disappearing. You whine at the loss of contact, then gasp as you feel the knife scrape down your spine, from your tailbone to the base of your neck. The pressure feels heavenly. You let your eyes flutter closed as you begin to bliss out, your surroundings becoming fluid. Floating there, nothing matters besides you and the pressure of that beloved blade.

It could have been minutes or maybe hours before you felt the pull of the rope switch.Your arms fold crossed on your chest as a gentle force moves you into the perfect position. The pull of the rope traced its way around your arms and chest. The invisible anchor point centers itself over your breastbone and wrists. You feel yourself slowly pulled upwards as the rope drops from your hips.

“Can’t leave you upside down for too long, Pet. Besides, I have other plans for you tonight. Look at you, so pretty covered in those little red lines of mine.” You hang at just the right height for Loki’s hand to snake its way around your neck as you lean your head back against his shoulder. Your feet still dangle in the air as the other hand traces the outline of your panties. His long fingers push the fabric aside as they draw a slow, teasing line across your entrance.

“Remember, not until you’re given permission.”

“I promise, My Prince, I’ll be good!”

“Good Girl.” Loki smirked as his fingers entered you, their pace already merciless. He expertly curled his fingers against your favorite spot, while his other hand tightened on the sides of your neck, allowing air to flow to your lungs but giving you a floaty light headed feeling that made the warmth pooling between your legs infinitely more intoxicating. Your whole world narrowed again as you felt the band tightening in your stomach, bringing you closer to that intoxicating edge. Your moans fill the room and you can feel Loki growing harder by the second when – Hands off. He immediately ceases all contact, and you whine at the sudden feeling of emptiness. Clicking his tongue, the god holds his slick fingers near your mouth, a silent order hanging in the air. You immediately open your mouth, your tongue swirling around his digits.

“Now, darling, you didn’t think it would be so easy, hmm?” You can hear Bucky’s dark laughter at your frustration somewhere off to the side, but your world is still hazy. Loki repeats his process again and again, you’d lost count of how many times. Squirming, writhing, begging, bargaining, nothing satisfied the God – your God – more than your frustration and suffering.

“Now,” Loki growled in your ear. “Are you ready to be a good little Pet for your God?”

“Yes!! Oh god yes, please,” you begged. Immediately you felt the ropes adjusting themselves again. Your feet hit the floor just long enough for Loki to pull your arms behind your back as another invisible harness forms, this time two anchors settling, one between your shoulder blades, while the other supports your hips but leaves your legs dangling towards the ground, toes barely able to scrape the floor. Your wrists are bound by the same invisible pressure as you’re lifted back into the air, ready to receive your God.

“How bad do you want to feel me, dove?” The thin grip Loki has on his composure was evident by the strain in his voice as he pressed himself against your ass.

“Please . . . plea–” You gasp as Loki presses into you. Giving you no more than a couple seconds to adjust, his grip is ironclad on your hips as he pounds into you. You moans fill the room as you’re reduced to a puddle, suspended in the air by nothing more than the will of your God. Loki works expertly, hitting your favorite spots over and over, bringing you to the brink of orgasm time and time again, but always you have to wait. You have to hold.

“Please, oh god, My Prince, please, I can’t last . . . I – I’m gonna–” you fight your orgasm, determined to obey your god’s orders. A hand tangles in your hair and pulls, Loki’s voice thick with lust in your ear.

“Cum for me pet, and worship your God.” You release, the building coil in your lower abdomen finally snapping as your orgasm rips over your entire body. Loki’s touch is electric as he eases you down. The last thing you remember is Loki’s heavenly moan before your vision fades.

“ . . .pet. Come back to us, darling, there’s my good girl. The Sergeant hasn’t had his turn yet.”

You open your eyes to see a now caring Loki holding you against his chest. You’re no longer suspended from your magical ropes. Bucky next to him, running his thumb along your cheek.

“Hey doll, how you feeling? Do you need a couple minutes?” You press your cheek into Bucky’s hand. Your heart always flutters when they’re soft with you, especially after a rough scene.

“No, m’good,” you manage. “Do whatever you want to me, Sir.” Bucky leans down and gently kisses your forehead.

“Mischief? Grab her hands for me. I wanna take my sweet time.” Bucky’s smirk was evident in his voice.

Loki chuckled, his voice deepening.

“Anything to help, Sergeant,” he smirked as his hands closed around your wrists. Bucky didn’t waste any time getting started, he had different plans than his godly counterpart. Bucky loved watching Loki work, the man had style. However, now Bucky was feeling a little like showing off. He pulled your ankles, pulling a squeak from your lips as he stretched you out, leaving your head in Loki's lap. He traced his hands slowly up your body, pressing your legs open and laying flat on his front. God, he loved how your legs shook when he nipped and kissed at your thighs. Hearing you gasp at the cold metal of his hand excited him, and he growled as he roughly pulled your panties off of you. He smirked up at you as you began to squirm under him.

“You have standing permission from me, Doll. Laufeyson may have wanted you to wait for your release, but I want to remind you what happens when you decide to play with fire.” Bucky could see Loki’s slender fingers squeeze your wrists, and then he got to work. He licked a slow strip up your slit, paying special attention to that ever-so-sensitive bundle of nerves at the top. He could hear you start to moan, only encouraging him. He pressed two large fingers inside of you, scissoring and curling them to find the sweet spot that he loved so much. You struggle to control your volume, back arching in the air as your head presses against Loki’s thigh. Aaah, there it was. Your hips started to buck already, your first orgasm quickly approaching. He can feel you begin to tighten around his fingers, only making him pump them harder, tormenting your favorite spots with a new devotion. He drapes his metal arm over your hips to hold you still as your first orgasm washes over your body. Taking no time for you to recover, he keeps pushing. At about three orgasms, you had lost your ability to control your volume. Thankfully, Loki took care of that for him, his lips crashing down on yours in an effort to keep the rest of the floor from hearing your extracurriculars. By six orgasms, Bucky could barely contain himself. He backed up just enough to give himself time to pull his hardened cock out of his pants and boxer briefs. You whined through Loki at the loss of contact, then moaned despite him as Bucky slid inside. You fit so nicely around him. So warm and tight, he gave you a couple moments to adjust once he bottomed out, then began to move. Slowly at first, relishing every gasp and moan that escaped your mouth. He reached down, starting to toy with one of your breasts, Loki’s hand quickly finding the other as his pace quickened.

“B-Buck– I mean Sir, pleeassse, so much . . . it’s so much I dunno . . .”

“You’re okay, Sweetheart, just one more for me, okay? Just one more. You’re doing so good, baby girl, just one more. Are you green?”

“Y-yeah, Green. Ahh!” you gasp as he picks up the pace, desperate for his own release as well as yours. As soon as you started tightening around him, it was over. Bucky came, and he came hard. He heard you scream his name, followed by a string of profanities. Breathing hard, he leans down and plants a tender kiss on your lips.

“There’s my good girl, you did so well for me.”

Loki had taken you to the shower to clean up. The bathroom was definitely Loki’s domain, Bucky didn’t know much about care products. Bucky grabbed the takeout he had ordered while Loki had his fun, set up the pillow fort in the living room, and queued up netflix. He heard you and Loki erupt into laughter, and he couldn’t help but smile. How someone like him had found two people that not only made him feel normal but loved – like he belonged, he’d never know. Even if nothing else made sense, he knew one thing. Even if your Triad was an unconventional relationship, he had found his family. Nothing could ever take you two away from him, and if anyone ever tried to use you to get to one of the Avengers, he had a partner in Loki who would help him burn the world to bring you home.

Tags: @vbecker10 @soubi001 @thomase1

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