#bucky barnes x black female reader

[ramp-it-up]

Party Games

Summary: You want it bad.

Pairing: Beefy Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word count: 2K

A/N: This wasn’t the kink y’all picked, but here we are. It’s two am. 🥴 Hope you enjoy! You can read this as a companion piece to That Face.

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. SMUT! Read at your own risk; curate your own experience. Reader is owning her sexuality. This is about a nal s ex and it’s enjoyment. Allusions to past acts and partners. A teeny bit of angst, but mostly pwp. Bucky has turned reader out but he’s sprung. Drinking, bathroom s ex, mirror s ex, rough s ex, (but Bucky’s so sweet), oral s ex (f receiving), a nal, praise/degradation kink, allusion to group s ex if you squint. Not Beta’d. All errors my own. 

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You were having fun at game night. Until the bottle pointed Bucky’s way.

Then the fun turned into need.

“Choose anyone here to do anything with.”

“That’s easy,” Nat laughed as she rolled her eyes.

“No. I’ll give James a pass. He can go with anyone he’d like.”

You were confident of your man.

Bucky’s face lit up.

“Really Doll?”

You hesitated. You didn’t like the way he jumped at that chance. Curse your mouth that ran ahead of your brain when you were tipsy.

You fixed your face as Steve smirked at you two and took a swig of his beer.

“Really James. Live your fantasy.”

Your voice was less confident now.

You held your smile as Bucky grinned and rubbed his hands together, looking around his circle of friends.

He could choose any one of these beautiful people. You'd heard tales of how wild it got with them being in the field before you got together, and even of him and Steve, years ago.

‘Adolescent exploration,’ Bucky had called it.

You lowered your head and braced yourself as you felt him stand up. You didn’t want to see who he chose. You listened, on alert, to the sound of his shoes as he went toward the bedroom door. He stopped, presumably to make his choice.

“Get that ass in here, y/n.”

You gasped and looked behind you to see that Bucky was grinning at you. Everyone started laughing when you got up and skipped toward him.

Bucky pulled you through the bedroom to the bathroom, making sure to close both doors for extra privacy. He chuckled at you.

“How could you even think I’d choose someone else, Doll. You know you’re my one and only.”

You nodded and allowed him to pull you into his arms.

“I know. You know how I get when I drink. I get loose. Create scenarios.”

You shrugged as you smiled up at Bucky, causing his heart to skip a beat.

“You’ve had three beers, Doll. I was counting.”

“You were watching me?”

You angled your neck back as Bucky started licking your pulse point. It was a done deal that you were gonna let him fuck you in your en suite with your friends in the other room.

The question was how.

“Like a hawk, Doll. Was gonna suggest you stop after three. Need you to be sober enough to let me in. You’re a tight fit.”

Bucky’s hand was palming your cunt over your jeans and you ground yourself into the warm metal.

“It’s because you’re so big, James.”

You smirked at him.

“But how much tighter is my ass tho?”

Bucky stopped, pulled back and looked at you, eyes blazing and jaw clenching.

“Fuck. Doll. You want me to fuck ypu like that? Right now?”

Bucky licked his lips, exactly like you imagined the big bad wolf would before he tore you apart.

You whined in anticipation, your core flooding with slick. You whispered your reply to him.

“Yes, Bucky. Please. I- I’ve been thinking about the last time since the last time and I- I need it.”

You reached for him and started unbuckling his belt, a fiend.

Bucky closed his eyes as you went inside his pants and started to stroke him. He was thinking about how you wanted him to fuck you and the way it had you stuttering.

“Please, James. Pretty please?”

When he opened his eyes again, you licked your lips and pouted. How could you be begging for something so filthy yet be so adorable?

His dream girl.

Bucky panted while you handled him, your hand barely closing around his stiff, aching cock.

“Doll…I…”

You watched Bucky’s eyes dilate as he opened his mouth to breathe and you continued to stroke him. The way that you were licking your lips and looking him in the eye made Bucky realize that he was the one that taught you to be bold.

“I’m such a fucking slut for this cock. Want it in my ass, Daddy.”

“Jesus.”

You had Bucky shook. And he admired the monster he’d made.

“Yes, James. Make me your fuck doll. You know what you’ve done to me.”

And it was true.

Bucky Barnes had ruined you.

Turned you out.

Reduced you to a dripping, quivering, distracted mess whenever you thought about it.

You wanted him to do that sweet, dark, feral thing all the time.

All the time.

Something about being impaled on his pretty, hard, huge cock, stretched to your limits, feeling pleasure that was just on the razor's edge of pain and pleasure that had you hooked.

Oh, and when Bucky led you over that edge into that intense pleasure …

God.. you were addicted to it.

That first time, he was gentle, oh so gentle. And, as he promised, he’d made it feel oh so good.

Bucky teased you, pleased you, coaxed you, ate you, stretched you, lubed you, then eased into you so slowly and sweetly that you were on cloud nine the entire time.

And you’d cum harder than you ever had before.

Then Bucky took care of you with a hot bath, food, water, and rest.

The more you did the deed, the more wanton you were for it. You moved, arched, grabbed, and begged for it.

Tonight, the added bonus of people a few feet away had you heated, glowing hot.

And Bucky was like a moth to a flame.

He took you by the waist and brought his mouth to yours, making you open for him in this way first, wanting the tenderness on your lips at the moment. He backed you up to the sink, and left you breathless as he drew away, opening the medicine cabinet.

You were looking down at Bucky’s cock playing peekaboo in your hand as he searched behind you. You looked up when he suddenly exclaimed.

“Ah HA!”

Bucky brought a brand new bottle of lube around in front of you and your heart started beating double time.

Setting the lube down on the counter, Bucky reached for the button on your jeans, sliding your zipper down. His thick, metal index finger traced the slit in your panties, divining your wetness.

“How long were you thinking about this today? Hmmmmm?”

Bucky looked down on you possessively, demanding an account of your intimate thoughts. He took in the lust on your face and reveled in the fact that you really wanted this. His mouth descended toward yours before you had a chance to answer.

Bucky loved making love to you, fucking you, taking you apart and putting you back together. But this kind of connection was the most intimate to him.

It was not just because it felt amazing being inside your delicate, snug walls, but because this uncharted territory yielded just for him. Bucky was not into virginity as a concept, but damn, knowing that he’d made you into this brazen, begging goddess, that you’d let him into a place so sacred to you rendered him a slave to your pleasure, which he could tell was intense.

Bucky turned you around so that you faced the mirror and he pulled up your tank top, exposing your breasts to the bright bathroom light.

“You wore this with no bra on purpose, didn’t you?”

Bucky just stared at your chest instead of touching like you wanted him to, expecting an answer as he pressed his black-jeaned bulge against your ass.

“Yes, James.”

Bucky’s jaw clenched and he lowered his lips to your neck while his hands came up and played with your nipples, slowly and tenderly circling your areolas. You arched into his hands; you wanted it rough.

The sound you made when he started pulling was everything.

“Eyes open. Watch what I do to you.”

You watched Bucky watch your face and your open mouthed breathing.

When your eyes connected he said, “Good girl.”

You turned your head and kissed him before he grabbed your open jeans and pulled them down your body, kneeling behind you as he took them off.

Bucky sat back on his haunches and looked at you, running his hands up and down your thighs, grabbing your ass and admiring your anatomy.

“So gotdamn beautiful, Doll.”

You shivered as he started kissing your legs, and soon, but not soon enough, licking into your heat.

Bucky’s moans as he participated in his fine dining was enough to make you cum, or maybe it was the anticipation.

It didn’t matter, because by the time he stood up and told you to, “Bend over, Doll,” your knees were already weak.

You watched Bucky tear the plastic off the bottle of lube with his teeth, plucking your own nipples now.

“You ready?”

It was a purely rhetorical question as you moaned in response.

Bucky watched in awe as the cool lube dripped onto your ass and you arched to meet it. A thick metal middle finger quickly warmed both the liquid and you. You let him fuck you there digitally until you begged for him.

“Need you James…please!”

Bucky grunted, reaching around for your clit again.

“Give me one more, Doll.”

His human hand was magic as he worked you from both front and back. Once he had what he wanted, he pulled back to take off his pants and looked down at his prize.

“Shirt too, please.”

He couldn’t deny your look in the mirror; Bucky loved how you loved his body completely.

Finally, he was teasing your tight hole with his cock, sparking electricity and rivulets of slick in your core. You could tell he was holding back because his jaw was clenched and his movements were tentative.

When you bent down and pushed back onto him was when his eyes rolled and you saw his head hang back on his shoulders.

“Holy mother of…. Damn, Doll.”

Soon his eyes were back on yours in the mirror as you fucked yourself back on him.

“Remember when I had to beg you to fuck this sweet ass, Doll?”

Bucky looked down at his thick cock breaching your tight hole. Then he pulled you upright and flush against him for control, one hand around your neck and the other in your cunt as he pounded inside your tightness.

Bucky searched your glazed expression in the mirror, your head lolled back against his flesh shoulder as you rode his cock and his metal hand. Three of his warm, vibrating metal fingers were deep inside your cunt as he slowly fucked your puckered hole.

“Now you beg me.”

“Hmmm. Ummm hmmmm.”

You nodded, mouth open for air as you let the pleasure take over you.

“You really are all mine, aren’t you?”

“Yesss Jamesssss…Ohhhhh yesss.”

The third orgasm while he was buried in you made Bucky wild, and he started pumping in earnest, keenly tuned into your sounds for any sign of discomfort. All you felt was his thick dick pulling and dragging inside the most sensitive parts of you.

And pure rapture.

“I can take it. Give it please!”

At that point Bucky had to stop, and pulled your head up as he whispered in your ear. You could feel his huge cock pumping in time with his heartbeat inside you.

“My beautiful complete cock slut. Such a good fucking girl for me.”

They way he bared his teeth as he snarled it in your ear caused you to spasm again as he fully wrecked you now, pumping voluminous amounts of cum inside you.

“Holy fuck!”

Bucky bit down on your shoulder as you laughed, still impaled on his softening cock. You curled your legs up as he carried you over to the shower and turned it on, him finally releasing you to kiss you thoroughly against the shower wall.

“We’re being rude to our guests, Bucky.”

“Wanna invite them to join us?”

You smirked as you turned around and Bucky started washing your back.

“I draw the line at those party games.”

“Me too,” Bucky smirked, “you’re all mine, Doll.”

“Now let me clean you up…”

And Bucky’s hand was between your legs…

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[jewels2876]

Pretty Girl

Cowboy AU for @marvelfluffbingo​

Pairing: Cowboy!Bucky x plus-size female reader

Word Count: 714

Divider by the always lovely @firefly-graphics​

Warnings: SMUT! If you click on the Keep Reading link you agree you are over the age of 18 - p in v twice, unprotected sex

I would love any feedback/reblogs/love in general but my work is *NOT* permitted to be used in any other way, on any other sites, without my express permission

You stood watching in silence. It wasn’t the first time you had done so; it certainly wouldn’t be the last, with the picture he created. The way his hair fell just so, hiding his handsome face, as his hands squeezed and released in perfect rhythm. His jeans stretched tight over his thick thighs and perfectly rounded ass.

“You’re staring again, pretty girl.” His deep voice broke you out of your reverie. His piercing blue eyes met yours.

“Am I supposed to apologize?” you sassed with a smirk. His hands stopped moving and stared back at you for a moment. Your teeth peeked out and bit your lower lip. He shook his head; you watched his hair catch the light and your attention was once again riveted. His hands started moving once more.

“It would be nice if you did,” came his low reply, “apologize for staring.” His eyes met yours for another brief moment before turning back to the task at hand.

A dreamy sigh escaped your lips as you whispered. “But I’d rather have your hands touching me than milking that heifer.”

His rhythm stuttered at your admission. He raised his face to reply and noted your retreating form. Your sundress swirled around your ankles, your hips barely swaying as you walked back to the house. Bucky licked his lips, a plan immediately forming in his mind.

You had thrown yourself on the large bed to watch as the sun slowly crawled up into the sky, dark greys fading into pale bright blues. You felt the bed dip beside you, then large hands snaking around your waist. You kept your eyes closed as his left hand gently lifted the hem of your skirt; you heard his raspy breath when he found you bare. Rather than diving between your folds, his warm calloused hands smoothed up over your soft belly before each cupping a breast. You shifted slightly, a breathy moan passing between your lips as fingers lightly pinched a nipple as his other hand kneaded your other breast gently. Your hips moved of their own accord, pressing back; his hard cock nestled between your cheeks.

“Pretty girl,” he whispered in your ear, rocking his hips into yours. You whined as your velvety walls clenched around nothing. “Do you need something?”

Your eyes fluttered as your hips moved with his. “Please,” you begged quietly.

“Please what?’ Bucky nipped at the side of your neck as he continued to fondle you. “Words, pretty girl.”

“Fu…. fuck… fuck me, please.” You barely got the last word out as Bucky thrust into you from behind. He moved in a slow, steady pace; one hand still fondling your breast while the other slid down to tease your clit. You arched into his touches, coming swiftly. Your cries filled the air as he fucked you through your orgasm, chasing his own.

Bright sunlight streamed into the bedroom as you stirred. You turned on your side to greet him and stopped at the sight. A piece of hair fell across his forehead; the corners of his eyes were crinkled, his smile more radiant than the sun. Your breath left you as you drank him in, fingers reaching out…

Bucky felt a gentle touch at his temple; he grinned sleepily before opening his eyes. Your fingers danced over his temple once more before reaching into his soft hair. His hand found your hip and pulled you to him flush once more, his cock hardening in an instant. He lined himself up at your dripping core; you gripped his shoulders as he pushed into you, his pace steady and unyielding. His murmurs mingled with your cries as you both came, one after the other. You pulled him on top of you as you rolled onto your back. His head rested between your breasts, mumbling into your glistening skin. “What, Bucky?”

He raised his head, pressing a kiss to your waiting lips. “I should get back to the cattle, if that’s ok with you, pretty girl?”

You pretended to think about it. His hands tickled your stomach, making you erupt into a fit of giggles. “Alright!” you shrieked. “Alright! You can go if you want to.”

Bucky nuzzled you, his arms wrapped around you tight. “I don’t want to… but I will. Later.”

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[syntheticavenger]

right or wrong

day four of kinktober.

roleplay/anal

bucky barnes x female reader

Word Count: 1K

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, language, anal sex, a little twist.

summary | a costume party puts you face to face with a legend that you've only read about in history books.

“You wore stockings?” Maya exclaims, lifting up your skirt as you slap her hand away.

Without her saying a word, you know she’s disappointed that you opted against matching costumes, something you haven’t done since you were kids but nostalgia runs deep, especially when it’s at a fancy party that her uncle has invited you both to.

“I’m committed!” you remind her, her eyebrow raising as she notices the lack undergarments underneath.

“Yeah, tell me about it. You went all out. I thought ladies of that time wore undergarments.”

“I need to be a little free. Think of the panty lines. Especially in this dress.”

Your dress cost more than you will ever admit, straight from the retro website with a few little details you added yourself. The dress is a dark green, form fitting to your curves as Maya gives you a final once over, a smile of approval on her face.

“What are you going as, anyway? You look like one of those girls from the 40’s, welcoming back their soldier from war.”

“That’s exactly what I am,” you reply with a nod, spinning in your dress. “Gotta look the part.”

“What are you planning to do, hmm? Find a soldier?”

“Maybe?” you ask, giving her a wink. “You think I’ll find one?”

She rolls her eyes, adjusting her bunny tail in the back of her black leotard, giving you an expectant stare before you give her a thumbs up. 

“Could have been a classic Playboy Bunny like me,” she hints, watching you make a face. “Alright, alright. Let’s just have a good time, okay? I can’t wait for all the crazy costumes.”

“Crazy costumes, handsome men,” you finish for her. “Although, I don’t think you need to find a Hugh Hefner. Super problematic, you know?”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. No Hefners. You have my word, I promise.”

-

For a moment, you just want to take it all in. The various costumes, the big band playing on stage and the copious amounts of alcohol that seems to flow, the champagne fountains overflowing as partygoers’ snap selfies in front of it. Sipping your martini, a familiar face that you’ve only seen in history books looks right at you, a casual but friendly smile on his handsome features. A look-a-like, one that seems to be too good to be true. 

Mesmerized by the handsome stranger, he gets closer to you, nodding at the big band that is playing loudly. The music fits the mood, strangers around you nearly gawking at the man who finally stops in front of you.

“Can I have this dance?” he asks, blue eyes seemingly twinkling under the lights, the trumpet playing loudly as people dance behind him.

His hand in yours, he spins you right into his arms, your hands on his chest as he laughs., the sound rich and appealing.

“Had too much to drink? I’ll hold you steady,” he promises.

He holds you close, hands at the small of your back as you dance, eyes on the details of his uniform. 

“How many times do people tell you that you look like Bucky Barnes?” you ask, watching his eyebrow raise in curiosity.

“You’d be surprised. I take it as a compliment. And what are you supposed to be? Lookin’ like a dame wearing her best dress to send off her fella to war.”

You smile, shaking your head at his comment.

“That’s exactly what I am. There was big band music advertised. A girl like me wouldn’t have survived in the 40’s, you know? Too many issues. But I figured I could pretend, right?”

“I think you’ve done a great job of it,” the man says, twirling you around. “I’d love a girl like you, giving me a kiss goodbye before I head to war.”

He dips his head down, his mouth near your ear.

“Maybe more than just a kiss.”

-

“Oh my god,” you whisper, winching slightly as his warm hands coast up the back of your thighs.

“Feel good?” his voice is soft, pausing to wait for you to respond.

“Mhm,” you pant, nodding against the wall. 

Smears of lube coat your ass, your fingers gripping the column as his thick cock slides deeper through your tight ring of muscle. You aren’t sure how long you’ve been at this but he spent long moments working you open before he took you against the wall.

“Last night before I go to war,” he breathes against your cheek, giving your ass a hard slap. “Givin’ me the best gift I could ever get.”

“Oh, fuck,” you groan, feeling him go deeper as you whimper. 

Perspiration dots your forehead as he finds a steady rhythm, the partygoers downstairs unaware of what you’re doing.

“What’s your real name?” you ask, his lips ghosting against your ear. 

“James,” he answers, nipping at your earlobe as you laugh before he thrusts deeper, making your eyes roll back.

“I’m… I’m gonna…” you rasp before you clench down, his fingers still rubbing tight circles on your clit.

You feel him finish, warmth spreading up inside you as you follow suit, your thighs shaking as you feel his fingers massaging you, centering you on the floaty headspace you’ve found yourself in.

“Time to go,” he reminds you, easing out of you as you mourn the loss of him filling you, helping you adjust your garters and dress.

-

Once you exit the house arm in arm with James, you breathe a sigh of relief, looking at the party that is still going on behind you. 

“You wanna go back in?”

“No,” you answer him with a smile. “One night a year, I get you back. I’d rather continue you this back at our place. Dawn will be here before you know it. I’m not wasting it being around a bunch of people I don’t like.”

“Aw, baby,” James says, kissing you as his fingers lace with yours. “This was a better send off than last year.”

“I try.”

#synth's kinktober 2022 #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x black female reader

[princessphilly]

Tuesday Thots!!

Getting all dressed up to go out with your man of choice...

But not getting very far.

Your perfect little black dress was on, your heels making your legs seem sky high. Makeup was amazing, you looked so good.

Within moments, that was all forgotten as Bucky was on his knees, his tongue in your cunt, you laying back in a chair as he showed you just how much you affected him.

“We didn’t even go anywhere,” you protested.

A metal finger entered your pussy, causing you to groan. “That’s fine, I got all the dessert I need right here.”

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[artemisthewh0re]

Instead of having a life I'm rizzing up Bucky Barnes. (I need friends)

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[duckybarnes1917]

Your Eyes Outshine The Town...Chapter 7

Bucky Barnes x Black Female Reader

18+ ONLY

*Tumblr is not letting me add links to the prev or next chapters. Please see the masterlist pinned to my page for the rest of the story!*

Summary/Warnings: SMUTTTTTT. Just filthy Subby Bucky Smut.

7 Days Before Christmas

Bucky twitched anxiously every time you even looked at him; you were chattering away as if you didn’t know he was rock hard—and had been for hours.

You and Yelena had returned home about an hour ago, both of your hands full of bags. He hadn’t even noticed the slight bruising on both of your faces. 

Bucky waited patiently for you to hold up your end of the deal, but you didn’t. 

He was staring at your ass as you bent over the table to adjust a falling gumdrop on Yelena’s gingerbread house. 

“Does that sound good, baby?” 

“Huh?” Bucky snapped out of his trance and frowned slightly at the glint in your eyes. 

“Yelena’s never been on one of those carriage rides. Do you wanna go? Sam will be back soon.” 

Bucky didn’t want to go–he wanted you to send them away so he could finally get what he actually wanted. 

“Yeah, sure.” 

Bucky’s stomach twisted in desire when he saw the smirk on your face at his concession–you knew exactly what you were doing. 

She’s gonna fucking kill me.  

**

You and Bucky were settled in a horse-drawn carriage; Sam and Yelena were a few feet ahead. The carriage walls were high and long to shield you from the wind, and you had brought blankets along to keep warm. 

You knew Bucky was extremely on edge–his hands were balled into fists, and you weren't even touching him yet. You caressed his thigh under the blanket, and he turned to you with the most desperate look in his eyes. 

“Were you a good boy for me?” You asked in a sultry voice that made him whine. 

He nodded frantically. “Please.” 

“Please, what?” 

“Need you.” 

“I’m right here.” Your hand moved higher under the blanket and just sat there, burning a hole through his jeans. 

“Please,” he whined. “Need you to touch me—to make me come—please.” 

Your hand slid over his crotch, and you heard the sharp intake of air as he tried not to react. You moved your hand with more pressure but slower, and he groaned lowly. 

“Touch you like this, baby?” You asked sweetly. 

“Yes, but—" Bucky groaned louder as your hand sped up. “Can we—go—oh—go back home?” He rushed the last few words out before biting his lip to hold in his moan. 

“Thought you wanted me to make you come?” You undid his pants quickly and shoved your hand inside. 

“Oh god, not here.” Despite his protests, Bucky spread his legs further apart under the blanket. He dipped his head back, breathing hard, as you pushed him closer and closer to his orgasm. 

You sucked the sweet spot on his neck and moved your hand with the sole purpose of making him come. 

“Doll—please stop,” he huffed out, thrusting his hips gently into your hand. 

“Doesn’t seem like you want me to stop.” 

Bucky shuddered as your warm tongue trailed over his neck. The adrenaline pumping through his veins every time the carriage passed a group of people wasn’t helping his situation.

“I’m—I’m gonna come if you don’t stop, please!” 

“It’s okay, baby, just pretend you’re filling up my tight little cunt,” you whispered as you sucked his earlobe into your mouth. 

“Fuck! Fuck!” Bucky couldn’t stop picturing that. His brain was no longer working as his hips chased the orgasm his body so desperately needed. 

You giggled and kissed his flushed neck as you pulled your hand away. Bucky looked at you like he was about to cry, his chest heaving rapidly. “Please,” he said brokenly. 

“Soon.” 

You called for the driver’s attention and asked him to take you back. Bucky breathed a sigh of relief when you exited the carriage and headed back home. 

“So, I got Sam and Yelena tickets to see the Rockettes tonight–” 

Your sentence was cut off as Bucky picked you up and threw you on his back as he ran through the park. He hailed the first taxi he saw, and you were home before Sam and Yelena even realized you had left. 

Bucky pushed you up against the door, already pulling your clothes off. 

“Bucky—slow down.” 

“No,” Bucky groaned. “I’m so fuckin’ hard—can’t wait anymore.” 

You pushed him away. “You said you were gonna be good for me.” 

Bucky followed you like a puppy to the bedroom and frowned when you picked up your shopping bags off the floor. “Doll, please, please, I’m dying over here.” 

You ignored him as you took items out of your bags, all clothes, and then one small black box. “Strip and lay on the bed.” 

Bucky quickly did what you said, looking at the sleek black item in your hand with curiosity. He laid against the headboard, his abs tight and his cock leaking precum all over his stomach.

“I got you something if you want to try it.” You knelt next to him on the bed. 

“What is it?” Bucky was already twitching with excitement as you poured lube over the toy. 

You pushed a button, and the toy vibrated in your hand—Bucky’s hips involuntarily flexed. 

“Think you can handle that?” You asked as you started prepping him with your fingers. 

“I—fuck—I don’t know.” Bucky screwed his eyes shut, wanting so badly to feel the toy inside him but so close to losing control just from your fingers. 

“Tell me if it’s too much; I just want you to feel good, kay?” 

Bucky nodded, watching you slowly slide the toy inside him. He groaned when it was fully settled, nuzzling right against his prostate. 

You got off the bed and dangled the remote in his face. “Touch yourself for me, baby. But no coming until I say.”  

You made him watch you try on all the clothes you had bought, keeping the vibration against his prostate low. His hand moved slowly over his cock until he couldn’t handle it anymore, begging you for release. But all you gave him was the mercy of turning the toy off until he could start again. 

He was trying so hard to be good, but as you got to the last bag, he was squirming and grinding into his hand. He could smell how wet you were—you were enjoying this maybe more than you should be. 

You came back out of the bathroom, and he whimpered as he thrust faster into his hand. A tiny red skirt with a white fur trim fluttered around your hips, only highlighting the little piece of lace between your legs. A big red bow covered your breasts. 

“What do you think?” You twirled for him before climbing onto the bed and sitting between his legs. 

“Please,” he muttered as his eyes admired every curve and line of your body.  

You leaned forward and moved his hands out of the way. “You’ve been so good, baby,” you whispered as you wrapped your delicate hand around his shaft. 

“I have—please, wanna come,” Bucky sighed as you turned the toy up and worked your hands over his cock. 

“I’m gonna let you come.” 

Bucky relaxed at the promise, letting you build him up.

“One more thing.” You left the bed and came back with a red silk ribbon. “Give me your hands.” 

Bucky didn’t hesitate; he held his hands out for you, and you quickly tied them together. 

“Is this okay?” You placed gentle kisses on each of his wrists. 

“I’m okay,” Bucky assured you. He’d never done anything like this, and part of him was surprised at how much it turned him on. 

“Does that feel good?” You asked as you stretched his arms above his head and attached his tied hands to the headboard. 

“Ye–yes,” Bucky stuttered. 

“What’s your color, baby?” You settled between his legs again. 

“Green, very green.” Bucky flexed his muscles, testing the restraints. 

You took a moment to admire him, his muscles taut and glistening as he tried to regulate his breathing. Of course, he could easily get out of your restraints, but that just made it so much hotter—he was allowing you to do this to him—trusted you enough to allow it, to want it.

“So sexy, Buck. I’ve been so wet for you all day.” You leaned forward and gently sucked the tip of his dick, your tongue kitten licking him. 

Bucky couldn’t speak; only desperate moans would come out of his mouth. 

You kept your mouth on his tip only as your hand worked the rest of his shaft. You could feel him swell in your hand and knew he was getting close. You slid your mouth down a little further and moaned at the broken whine that left his mouth. 

“I’m gonna come—don’t stop.” Bucky managed to get out between moans as the plates in his vibranium arm whirred with the effort to keep his hands where they were.

You pulled your mouth off and slowed down your hand. “You wanna come in my mouth or my pussy?” 

Bucky groaned and threw his head back. “I—I don’t know, please!” 

You turned off the toy and pulled a condom out of the bedside table drawer, slowly rolling it onto his red cock. 

“Yes, yes, yes, please,” Bucky panted as you straddled him and teased the tip of his dick at your dripping entrance. 

You slowly sank down on him, letting yourself feel every inch of him. “So big, Bucky. You feel so good,” you moaned. 

His fingernails dug harshly into his palm. He was about to come, and he needed it more than he needed air. 

“Gonna come, oh fuck, oh fuck,” he sighed as he bottomed out in you. “So fucking tight. Move doll,” he groaned.  

Ignoring his begging, you leaned forward, keeping him stuffed inside you, and kissed him. You traced his bow-shaped lips with the tip of your tongue, making him groan when you bit his plush bottom lip. How was it possible for someone to have such a pretty mouth? 

“You been thinking about filling me up all day?” 

Bucky nodded. “Please, please! I—oh fuck I’m right there, doll, please.” His eyes were screwed shut in frustration. He wanted to scream—he was finally buried in your warm, velvety walls; his balls were heavy and tight in anticipation of the orgasm that was seconds away—and you wouldn’t fucking move. 

“So hot when you beg—beg a little more, baby, and I’ll let you fill my teasing little pussy with all that hot cum.” You reached back and gently squeezed his balls to punctuate your sentence. 

Bucky shouted nonsense as he squirmed underneath you. 

“Use your words, Buck.” You drug your fingernails down his chest, just hard enough to leave light red marks. 

“Please! I’ll do whatever you want—need you so bad—been going fucking crazy since this morning.” Bucky groaned when you still didn’t move. “Please, I’ve been so good—I wanted to come so bad when you were gone.” 

“Did you touch yourself?” You picked up the remote and teased your finger over the button, smirking when Bucky’s cock twitched inside of you. 

“Yes,” Bucky sighed, his arm whirring again as he fought the urge to break free and take what he needed from you. “I—I—fuck, let me come!” Bucky’s dominant side started to seep through as he practically growled the words out. 

Unamused with his outburst, you leaned back, resting your hands on his trembling thighs. The position put you even more on display for him. His eyes raked down your body, starting with the displeased frown on your face, pausing briefly on your chest, wrapped up like a gift from God, down your stomach, over your soft hips—he squeezed his eyes shut when he caught sight of the space where you were joined together, afraid the view alone would send him over the edge. 

“Open your eyes,” you snapped, just barely rolling your hips. “Look at how perfectly you fit inside me.”

“I can’t,” Bucky groaned when you moved your hips again. “I’m gonna come,” he whispered with a slight tremble. 

“No, you’re not. Only good boys get to come.” 

Bucky’s eyes flew open; he was about to argue but swallowed it. You wanted his submission. And fuck, he would give you whatever you wanted. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please.” 

“Do what I told you.” 

Bucky reluctantly dragged his eyes down to the lacy thong shoved to the side, making room for his thick cock to stretch you out. you lifted your hips just enough for him to see the base of his cock, drenched in your juices.

Bucky couldn’t help it; he closed his eyes again, straining against his restraints. “I’m sorry, it’s too much! I can’t fucking think about anything but pounding into your pussy until my cum is dripping down your thighs.” 

“Fuck, Bucky,” you moaned, your body clenching on reflex. “Gonna make my good boy come, kay?” You started bouncing yourself on him hard and fast. 

Bucky grunted as he lifted his hips, meeting you with every thrust. “Thank you, oh please,” Bucky’s face screwed up in pleasure as he thrust up into you. “Oh please, don’t stop. Please, please, gonna come.” Bucky didn’t realize he was shouting as he begged you for his release. 

You were nearly as wound up as he was, and looking down at him—every muscle in his colossal body flexing—begging you for his release was too much for you to take. 

You moaned his name as you reached your peak. “Come, baby, fill me up.” 

The combination of you turning the vibration on the highest setting and your walls fluttering around him was it for Bucky. He broke the tie around his wrists and dug his fingers into your hips hard as his cock twitched wildly inside you. No sound came out of his mouth as he came. The pleasure was too much; all he could do was hold your hips flush against his as he let rope after rope of cum fill the condom. 

As he came down, he groaned, “god damn, I can’t feel my legs. That was so—so,” Bucky lost his train of thought; his eyes were slightly unfocused as he stared up at you.  

you giggled and kissed his lips. “Glad you liked it—it was hot as hell.” 

Bucky’s chest was still heaving; he couldn't form more words. His hands roamed over your body. Once he caught his breath, he sat up to kiss you properly. 

“You definitely owe me more than one orgasm after that.” Bucky grabbed the end of the bow around your chest with his teeth and pulled it off.

“We’ve got two hours,” you sighed, pushing Bucky’s head closer as his teeth grazed over your nipple. “Maybe if you’re good, I’ll let you come again.”

Bucky groaned and laid back on the bed, ready to submit to you as many times as you asked.

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BUCKY BARNES | THE WINTER SOLDIER (the mcu | tfatws)

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“Zeal” (James “Bucky” Barnes x Fem!Reader)

| The events of tfatws have disrupted you and Bucky’s tentative relationship and you’re in need of some reassurance.

| Reader is always black unless I say differently

| SFW, but reference to past sex is made - soft!reader

| 1k+ words

“She just…took it off?”

From the tiny view that your phone screen provides you watch the man shrug.

It’s a helpless sort of thing that almost makes you want to laugh.

“Yeah,” you hear the soft sound of him flexing his metal arm from your phone speakers. “…didn’t even know she could do that.”

Something rears its head at the thought of Ayo disarming (quite literally) Bucky’s metal arm. It’s an oddly appealing mental image.

Bucky similarly seems less bothered by the action and more impressed that they safeguarded the arm that way.

“So you not even mad?”

Bucky shakes his head, making brief eye contact with you. “Hell no. I think it’s smart. You give somebody a weapon you better have a way to take it away too.”

“Cover your own ass,” you add on.

Bucky gives you a small smile, the one that makes your stomach flutter as his eyes light up.

“Yeah, Baby Doll, that’s right. Cover your ass.”

He laughs as he repeats your words and then he leans down. He’s in a very ornate kitchen you’re unfamiliar with, as he lays his arms on the countertop and looks at you head on.

You smile back at him. “The arm is working now though?”

He flexed it again. Through the screen the rapid shifting of the plates enraptured you.

You're still staring at them as your boyfriend (?) answers you.

“Yeah, second I reattached it, it was good as new…”

You hum quietly in acknowledgment. The arm glints as he shifts. You liked the new one. He didn’t lean nearly as much with it and the amount of worriedly maneuvering around his constantly messed up shoulder had significantly lessened.

Plus it was nice. Less like a messily put together engineering project and more refined. All sleek gold and grey. The first time he’d shown it to you you had nearly swooned. On top of him having been more lively than ever, he’d truly let the weight of the arm press against your skin, and being able to live in that joy with him was a memory you’d always cherish. The borderline marathon sex you’d had to celebrate that made you walk fucked up for a week was also a memory you’d always cherish.

You were of the opinion that it added to Bucky’s sex appeal more than the old one ever did. And you loved the way it felt on your skin. For all intents and purposes it was metal, but it was the smoothest metal you’d ever felt, and all that power in such an oddly soft packaging up against you was electrifying.

Bucky liked to make comments about the way the metal arm looked wrapped around your body too. Loved how the gold complemented the dark mahogany of your skin.

He reveled in just being able to touch you with his left hand for hours. Teasing you to the edge with only the touch of his hands up and down your form and his whispered words.

You’re thinking about that night, the filthy things that had come out of his honeyed mouth. He’d been like spiced dew that night and you lick your lips remembering the way he had looked at you.

Grey eyes just as sharp as his tongue as he flayed you open to your most vulnerable bits.

“…y/n? Baby!”

You blink up and meet the very eyes you were waxing poetic about in your head, now steeped in concern.

“Yeah,” You straighten up a little, putting your bowl and spatula down. “I’m sorry, I’m okay. Was just lost in thought is all.”

He arches an eyebrow at you.

“You were lost for a while. What made you lose yourself for so long?”

You laugh and look past the screen.

“Umm…you?”

He laughs, “But I’m talking to you right now, doll.”

The small pit of frustration you’ve been harboring ever since Bucky left on a mission with Sam that was only supposed to take three days two weeks ago bubbles up. You breathe air out through your nose.

“Jamie,” you whine. It makes you kind of feel like a baby, but the way Bucky’s focus on you instantly shifts is worth it.

“What,” he murmurs. Voice dropping deliciously low. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

You contemplate it. You could tell him this is the worst you’ve felt apart from him. Your relationship had only just hit its peak and then poof, he was away again.

Or you could save more of your pride for another day and keep pretending like you didn’t miss all the different ways the man on the phone with you had carved his way into your everyday life.

Ultimately your heart decides for you before your head can interject when a whine tumbles unbidden from your throat.

Your eyes widen and you drop your head into your arms. You cannot believe you just fucking did that. What were you? A dog?

Bucky’s rich laughter and the sound of the phone moving reaches your ears and you want to fall behind the counter and crawl away from your device.

“Doll? Y/n, can you look at me?”

You whine again, this time on purpose and at a much more dignified frequency.

The sound of a door closing is what finally gets you to look up, and you’re met immediately with Bucky’s smiling face.

“Hey. You gonna listen to me now?”

You reluctantly nod.

“Good. Can you tell me why you ducked your head?”

Your brow furrows and you glare at him a little. Really, he had to ask?

“Because it’s fucking lame?”

He doesn’t react to your sarcasm outside of the smile that briefly tugs at the corner of his lips before he goes serious again.

You’re having a hard time telling if he’s really worried or just messing with you.

He locks eyes with you and you instantly know the question there without him having to voice it. Your fingers tap a brief rhythm into the marble of your counter before you reluctantly suck up your pride for a second time.

You look away and shrug softly. “It’s just weird.”

He gives a patient look you don’t feel fits your mood right now.

“What’s weird, doll?”

Somewhere in the back of your throat you definitely feel like whining again but you only shift on your feet in response and swallow the urge.

Your response is barley above a whisper.

“Missing you this much. Being so needy,” you shrug again. “Shit’s embarrassing.”

Bucky shifts as he sits at a desk, and his eyes are sparkling again. Damn.

“Why’s it gotta be embarrassing. I miss you too.”

“Jamie…” you start to say but he’s already shaking his head.

“You're allowed to miss me. I was missing you last night even.”

Something flutters in your chest. You smile.

“You were?”

He nods.

“Mhm. Bad, but I knew you were asleep so I didn’t call.”

From where your arms are crossed you start drumming a pattern into your skin.

“You could’ve. I wouldn’t have minded waking up to you some more.”

Bucky gives you the sweetest smile and you duck your head again before looking up at him through your eyelashes.

“But you miss me too?”

“Of course I miss you, doll. Feels like we only had a week to ourselves before this whole mess started.”

You agree with a small nod.

“I’m sorry about that by the way.��

“Hmm?” You feign confusion.

You flick a nonexistent speck from your arm at the intensity behind his eyes as he meets yours.

“I’m sorry about the mission going so topsy turvy, that wasn’t the plan at all, and I really was excited to spend the summer with you.”

A small smile upturns your lips.

“It’s okay, shit happens.” You shrug before making jazz hands. “You’re a big superhero after all.”

“Yeah I’m something alright,” Pink dusts across his cheeks as his eyes shift to something past the screen.

You speak slowly. “A superhero.”

“We’ll agree to disagree on that one,” he grunts while shuffling things across the desk.

You can’t help chuckling a little.

“Oh alright. So we working on that when you get back then?”

Bucky snorts, “If we’re working on my self worth then we’re working on yours too.”

You make an afronted face.

“Me? I’m fine!”

Bucky laughs, he literally laughs at you, head thrown back and everything.

“There’s zero universes where you believe you not being able to admit you feel an emotion you deem too soft as being ‘fine’, Y/n. If I’m fucked up you’re fucked up with me!”

You smile at him, something raw but genuine as his laughter peters out and the two of you just stare at one another.

Bucky’s beautiful, you've said that since the day you first met, and you’d probably say it long after today passed. But this is maybe the first time it’s really hit you that he’s yours. Or at least that he could be. It’s been almost a half a year since you’ve been exclusive with him (at least on your side) and he’s yet to put a title to what you are.

And you’re too scared to just ask him to put a name to your thing. You’d put a lot into a relationship only for a guy to tell you y’all were just fwb’s before, and you were praying Bucky would be different.

You just weren’t ready to confirm either way yet.

“We’ll be fucked up together then,” you propose.

Bucky gives you one of his rare cocky little smirks that attractively curls his lips and then he’s holding up a pinky finger.

You raise your eyebrow.

He shrugs, nodding to the aforementioned finger. “Pinky promise. We’ll be fucked up together.”

Something sweet and hopeful wraps around his words, and you know him well enough by now that you can tell he’s nervous, so you smile back at him. The action makes whatever was lingering on the corner of his eyes not disappear, but lighten a little.

Seeing that makes your own worries unclench in your stomach as you hold up your own little finger to your phone screen.

Simultaneously you both curl your pinkies in mimicry of them wrapping around each other.

“Promise.”

NOTES: This is my first full imagine/x reader posted here, so bare with me. Yes, all my reader inserts will likely be black. I spent too many years writing unfinished imagines with inserts that I explicitly wrote as white because I didn’t think someone with my skin tone could be an insert to still be keeping that shit up any longer.

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Ravenous

Summary: You’ve lost so much, but with Bucky’s help, maybe you can make something beautiful.

Pairing: Bucky x Eldritch-Enhanced Black Female Reader

Rating: 18+ / Explicit

Word Count: 6.4K

Warnings: Smut, Oral (f and m receiving), ‘Tentacle Job’ (I’m making it a thing), Fantasy Gore, Cannibalism (sort of), Body Worship, Suicidal Thoughts, Mentions of Torture, and a lot of Angst

A/N: This is my entry for the amazing @plaid-shirtsandvibranium-arms’s Cassie’s Make It Badass Challenge. This might be the darkest one-shot I’ve done so far in terms of violence/gore/angst. You have been warned. Dividers are by the lovely @firefly-graphics​. Thanks to @bamposworld and @saiyanprincessswanie​ the beta.

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“And done!” you huffed as you wiped your forehead of sweat.

You had just finished making a feast of Bucky’s favorites. Heaps of: Baked Ziti, Honey-Tenderized Boeuf Bourguignon, Creamy Mashed Potatoes with Savory Mushroom Gravy, Five Herb Roasted Cornish Hens, Coq au Vin, Three Cheese, and Spinach Ravioli, Rosemary Braised Lamb Shanks with Polenta, Spinach Quiche, Chicken Pot Pie, Beef Stew, Hearty Beef Lasagna, Southern Peach Cobbler, Limoncello Ricotta Cake, Plum Cherry Galette, and Chocolate Cherry Brownie Layer Cake.

The colossal table groaned under the weight of the decadent dishes. You chuckled to yourself hoping you didn’t go overboard.

Your moment of triumph was interrupted by your ravenous appetite. Again.

“I know, I know, “you grumbled rubbing your voracious tummy. “I do hope Bucky comes home soon,” frowning at how you got to this point

 You were on your way home from sending a package to the Post Office on behalf of your cousin Ngozika who was busy getting ready for Erinma’s, your younger sister, birthday party. You wanted to take a shortcut through the park so you could help with the decorations happy that you and your cousin were able to convince her to invite at least ten people; five said yes.

You were halfway past the grove behind the west playground when you felt a ping and the back of your neck as your world faded to black. The last thing you saw was three sets of shoes.

You woke up to a dingy, bare, windowless room with 12 other women aged 18 – 25. An eerily delighted voice announced that you passed the first round of Operation Hellcat. Later it was slipped that there were 50 at the start, but the others were not as lucky.

You spent ten years in that hellhole.

Every day you were pricked, probed, and prodded by perverted and sadistic scientists. All of you were constantly fondled by the guards whenever they had the chance. One scientist, Dr. Tomlin, mused that only you and another survived the fifth year of the project.

Sometime later, when the admins decided to throw you a bone, you met the other survivor. Roxana was a little timid with some fire left in her eyes; you smirked when she gave a guard a right hook after groping her ass.

You talked a few times, avoiding additional disapproval from your captors. You learned that she was the youngest of six who was on her way to a spring festival when they kidnapped her. Roxana would crack a few jokes offering what little levity one could find in your situation.

You talked about what you would do once you saw the outside. Roxana wanted to see her siblings again hoping they wouldn’t worry too much, especially after her parents died in a car crash. She talked about wanting to become a marine biologist regaling you with anything and everything she remembers reading growing up. You talked about your dream of becoming a travel writer backpacking through Europe and South America.

You gave each other hope, hope that was blissfully crushed.

  It was the morning of September 28, 2008 (Ngozika’s 38th birthday), when you were both, dragged out and brought before a man in front of the usual row of scientists who went by the name of Braddock. He looked over the two of you with a menacing eye smirking as he molested you and Roxana. He turned to the former head scientist, Dr. Beecham, who nodded to the newcomer and grinned sardonically.

With that, Braddock announced it was time for the operation.

The guards dragged you past a set of double doors to a new hallway. The hairs on your arms raised as you felt Roxana’s fearful expression trying her hardest not to cry. You reached out your hand to grab hers, but a guard slapped it away.

One last set of bolted steel doors led you to a ghostly white room with two beds inside a pod connected to an arc belonging to a zany sci-fi novel and in front of the portal was a podium with a glowing electric blue cube.

The scientists and Braddock hid on the other side of the one-sided mirror, like the cowards they were.

Braddock motioned for the guards to strap you to the beds as he made some deluded declaration of HYDRA’s greatness.

Roxana smiled weakly reminding you to think of your family and your dreams while you did the same. You both hoped to see the outside, together.

Braddock bellowed to open the portal thinking that the results would lead HYDRA to greater heights.

He wasn’t exactly wrong.

The cube started to levitate as the lights dimmed. A beam of light shot into the gateway creating a portal. Braddock ordered the guards and workers to get back, but it was too late.

You and Roxana could only watch in horror as black mist filled the room and giant midnight purple tentacles, tendrils, paws with extended claws and talons erupted from the portal. They tore into the guards and workers who were still in the room. All of their body parts (impaled or otherwise) were flung into what looked to be a mouth in the center of the portal. You tried your best to block it out, but you could still hear the crunches, squelches, and cracks of bodies along with their muffled screams.

As the last of the not test subjects were devoured, a golden orb traveled up the beam, through the cube, and split into two. The beds disintegrated as both of you were forced upright and facing each other with the orbs between you. Tendrils of golden light ebbed out feeling your souls deciding which one it will choose. Two of the tendrils paused in front of your eyes before glowing an ocean blue while Roxana’s glowed crimson red.

You shrieked as tendrils from both orbs shot into you. Their hooks pierced your skin through your fingers, eyes, mouth, toes, ears, and nose as the orbs shrunk to nothingness.

Roxana cried out to you in terror as rays of deep purple surged from your eyes and mouth and enveloped your form. The appendages deluged from the portal into the light. Your eyes became the abyss as several of the tentacles grabbed Roxana.

You didn’t register your dear friend’s screams until it was too late. All you could think of was hunger.

Once the mist dispersed and the remaining guards rushed in, all they found was you in the middle of the room tears streaming down your cheeks cradling Roxana's detached face. Everything else was gone.

You shouted at the guards to stay away from them only listening when your shouts turned into a legion of roars and tentacles shot out from your midsection capturing the guards.

Braddock commanded the restraining cuffs to be administered via magnetic force fields.

You didn’t fight back at that point. All that was on your mind was the anguish of devouring your only friend and the loneliness that will surely follow.

  They moved you to a new base (you think) deep underground where they experimented with your new powers.

They found that you can manipulate various types of matter and energy. Braddock was pleased to find that Operation Hellcat wasn’t a complete waste.

Unfortunately, they could only get you to do damage control.

Though later, they found that you could turn various materials like limestone or plastic into something ‘useful’ such as gold, silver, moonstone, tungsten, uranium, titanium, and even a weird metal called vibranium after getting a starter sample from a man named Klaue.

They would ‘feed’ you once a month; usually, a target that needed to disappear. Fury was catching onto the disappearing bodies.

Not long after, you learned that you could absorb the memories and knowledge of those you devoured, but you kept that ability to yourself.

Your captors kept you well enough that the tentacles never came out. Made sense since they didn’t want a repeat of the time when you devoured ten guards when there was a lapse in the restraining cuffs. You chuckled when you overheard one of the guards saying that being sent to your cell was a punishment.

  Two years into your ‘arrangement’, Braddock thought you deserved a ‘reward’ so they modified the cuffs to let you move around your cell. Though you guessed it was so that you would be less likely to lash out and devour more scientists.

You decided to redesign your prison into an amalgamation of your father’s home and what you glean from Roxana’s memories.

It was five months later when you met him.

You were starving as usual. They made you trans-mutate truckloads of sand into gold, titanium, diamonds, and vibranium. The guards mentioned someone called the Asset would be dropping off your meal soon.

You waited for 30 minutes until the door opened revealing a tall, somewhat shadowy figure of a man. He had chin-length Ponzu-colored hair with Seal Brown and Chestnut highlights; it was grungy yet silky. He was broad yet lean in shape, the perfect specimen to be their weapon.

But the most striking aspect about him was his eyes; blue, like the winter sea after a storm. Beautiful, yet frightened and forlorn.

What little cask of your heart broke for he too was also a prisoner.

You snapped out of your musings to hear him explain that your meal was of some diplomats that got in HYDRA’s way.

The exchange was terse, but you found yourself doing something for the first time in a while; you smiled and waved as he was leaving, if only meekly. He stopped and stared for about 20 seconds before the loudspeaker shouted in Russian for the Soldat to leave.

You chuckled as your smile grew. For the first time in over two years you were starving, and you hoped to see him again.

Your mystery deliverer visited you a few more times. After the fifth time, you were able to touch his hand and he reciprocated. It was exhilarating. No one has touched or wanted to go near you in years.

He stayed longer with each visit. It took some time for him to talk; he didn’t say much, but he had a deep, smooth voice. You didn’t really care. You just needed someone who wasn’t out to fuck with your life to talk to you.

The two of you would fall into a routine of you rattling on whatever occupied your mind’s eye and him listening sometimes smiling or touching your hand ever so often. The best visit was when he let you hug him loving the forgotten warmth it brought.

  Once again, they had to eviscerate any happiness in your life.

Six months after the hug, your mystery acquaintance dropped off your meal but quickly turned to the door without so much as a glance.

You rushed over to greet him but stopped at the sight of his bitterly cold glower. Another man, Rumlow, butted in stating that the Asset could no longer be distracted finishing off with a cruel laugh at the tears that threatened to pour from your eyes.

They both promptly left before the tentacles could attack them as you fell to your knees consumed by despair.

Why did this have to happen to you?!

Your heart raged as your tears dried. You couldn’t keep living like this.

You wouldn’t.

  You got your chance three years later.

The base was in an uproar; Project Insight had failed. HYDRA was exposed and going down in flames. The control room was bedlam with everyone scurrying like mice failing to notice the lapse on the monitors.

All it took was a clink to rouse you from your partial slumber. Your eyes shot open with a vengeful sneer marring your face. You sensed no one outside the customary three layers of your containment unit.

It seemed that your captors feared the cops more than you.

Their mistake.

You blasted the doors to your prison. Black mist filled the base. All 100 inhabitants stopped their scurrying in abject terror.

It was loose.

  The guards closest to your cell were the first to fall. One of them cried out for help on his phone, but one of your tentacles ripped off his arm, grabbed his torso, and pulled his terrifying form into your voracious maws.

A science assistant could only watch in horror as tentacles seemed to grow out of their colleague’s navel increasing in size as they split the body with a vile crunch.

One of the higher-ups threw his secretary into the mist only for you to respond with a cacophony of shrills and impaling him with various-sized tendrils.

Their screams could've probably been heard for miles.

  Only after you had your fill of every loathsome creature at the base and felt the welcoming warmth of sunlight did you regain consciousness with a massive belch.

You screamed as you fell to your knees tears streaming down your face.

Yes, you were finally free, but at what cost?

You had devoured Roxana, your only friend in this hellscape. You didn’t know if anyone from your family was still alive; you didn’t put it past HYDRA to hunt them down.

You never knew what became of the Soldat, your Soldat.

You had one thing though, the need for revenge.

Based on the memories you absorbed, HYDRA leadership was no more due to the utter failure of Project Insight and Natalia Romanova info-dumping the entire HYDRA archives.

There were still others associated with the now ‘shelved’ Project Hellcat.

You needed to find them and end them. If nothing else, to make sure no one else has to suffer like you.

Now you needed to make a plan. You found the closet functioning computer on the base and did some digging.

You finally learned of your Soldat. His name was James Buchanan Barnes, a WWII vet born in 1917.

  “James!” you beamed as the front door opened to reveal your Soldat. Flying into his arms he pulled you in for a passionate kiss.

“Is this all for me?” Bucky peered over your shoulder at the feast on the table.

“Of course, silly!”

“You didn’t have to, y’know.” He scratched the back of his head, not sure what to make of your efforts.

“Nonsense!” you playfully swatted his muscled pecs, “I wanted to return the favor, and because I love so darn much!”

“Well, your feast is in the warehouse. I got a special treat just for you. I hope you like it.” Bucky pecked your lips pulling out your chair before his own.

“Oh thank you, Bucky!”you pecked his cheek before gesturing towards the food, “Now dig in before it gets cold.” you insisted grabbing a large plate of some of his favorites despite his protests.

It only took one bite of lasagna for him to devour the food with a near animalistic vigor. You beamed with pride seeing something you made bringing some happiness again.

“How was your trip?” you inquired chiding Bucky to finish his food first.

Bucky stopped eating, placed his utensils down, and kept his head down. “I...I saw Steve again.”

Your smile faltered.

You knew Steve Rogers was a sore subject to James. He nearly killed him multiple times during HYDRA’s fall. Bucky didn’t think he was worthy to talk to Steve again.

You didn’t believe that for a second, though you didn’t have room to talk.

“It still surprises me how much that punk’s changed and somehow still remains the same.” Bucky chuckled as you gently squeezed his flesh hand.

  After Project Insight’s failure to launch, James went underground learning as much as he could about Steve Rogers/Captain America. He went to the Captain America wing of the Smithsonian. He could’ve sworn he saw a few toddlers recognizing him tugging on their older relatives' pant legs in hopes they’ll see a living legend.

Bucky tried to find his old neighborhood in Brooklyn only to find that it was either destroyed or renovated beyond recognition. It wasn’t until he went to a hole-in-the-wall bookstore that he found some respite in the form of an art book from one of Steve’s classes. That led him down a rabbit hole of picture books from the 20s to early 50s. There were pictures of activities he and Steve would do in their spare time as kids, Coney Island, the cinema across from old man Roscoe's Deli.

The tears nearly fell from his eyes in a deluge.

Memories of eating a sundae with his sisters and Steve at the local creamery, getting groceries for his ma while making sure she wasn’t carrying too much, pushing his sisters on the swings in the park, winning his first camera in a bet against the Desmond Boys, Steve convincing him not to sell said camera so he could score a date with Meredith, Becca first word being his name, finally getting Mason and his boys to leave Steve alone, and the blunder known as Rockaway Beach flooded Bucky’s mind.

James had to leave the bookstore before he was discovered.

He meandered down the street wondering what was left of his life. What happened to his sisters? Were they still alive? Did they have children or grandchildren? What became of his mother? How did she take the news of his death?

Bucky couldn’t bring himself to visit the cemetery.

  James felt ashamed of himself. He wondered if his 40s self would’ve had a sick laugh at his present self’s expense.

  One day, Bucky walked around his apartment block and saw a group of young children playing in a daycare playground.

They reminded him of you, his angel. Your eyes would glow with joy at the memories of helping your cousin with children at her office. He didn’t say much at the time, but he smiled and held your hand.

You were the final embers of light in his life.

  Life was relatively quiet albeit filled with nightmares until he started to feel eyes on him. Several HYDRA fragments found him, so with a heavy heart, Bucky was once again on the run.

  James was in London when it happened.

He decided to take the fight to HYDRA and tracked down a task force to a warehouse a few miles outside the metropolitan area. Fifteen ops surrounding him led by one of the head guards of Operation Hellcat. Nothing he couldn’t handle.

Dark gray mist filled the warehouse followed by a storm of black, violet, red, and gold mists concealing the source of the tempest of beastly roars and otherworldly wails. The unearthly sounds gave way to cracks, squelches, crunches, gargles, and screams of the men filled his ears all the while focusing on a familiar warmth around his waist.

The storm subsided to reveal his angel hugging and kissing his face with tears streaming down her face.

You finally found him.

Gently tilting up your chin, he sighed into a kiss that was every bit as wonderful as he imagined and more.

You were together at last.

  “He’s still looking for me.” Bucky croaked unable to conceal his sorrow any longer.

“I know, James. I know.” you consoled as you pulled him into your arms kissing away his tears.

The sad thing is that part of Bucky wanted Steve to find him. But another part of him wanted to stay hidden. He didn’t know how Steve and the rest of his team would treat you once they discover what HYDRA did to you. Would they accept both of you with open arms? Or would they turn you into the authorities? Would they take you away from him?

He couldn’t bear you getting hurt like that again.

“Umm,” you started annoyed at your stomach’s insistent growling and the voices were getting louder demanding that you feed them, “Could we finish this later? I’m starving.”

“Of course, angel. Don’t worry about the dishes.” Bucky kissed your forehead, “Now go enjoy your feast.”

  You strolled out of the brownstone towards the warehouse. The whole place was a reconstruction of the base that held you prisoner.

<<LET US FEED>>

‘Not yet.’

Opening one of the side doors, you entered and flipped on the lights. Spread out in a multilayered heart pattern were: 12 freshly dead cows, 10 freshly dead bucks, six freshly dead moose, five dead horses, a preserved hippo’s body, and 50 humans bound, blindfolded, and confused.

Smiling to yourself you made a mental note to thank Bucky for such a feast.

After removing their bindings with a wave of your hand, the living occupants of your meal stumbled and scurried around like fragile mice. You recognized most of them as upper HYDRA scum who managed to evade imprisonment, political figures with serious HYDRA ties, and several scientists involved with Project Hellcat including Drs. Walters, Beecham, Tomlin, Lamberti, Kumar, Mertens, and Wagner.

Lastly, standing in the middle of the arrangement was none other than Braddock.

They all seemed to stop moving when their eyes landed on you. Good. You wanted them to know that you’d be the last thing these scum see.

Black mist seeped in from the ground as you walked towards them. Several of the bastards, knowing this song and dance, tried to distance themselves from the group eyeing the walls for any possible exit.

One of them, a politician, stepped forward, “You look like a reasonable woman. I’ll give you anything! Money, power, you name it!”

You pressed your forefinger to your chin and pursed your lips, “Hmm, I want you,” you began disintegrating your clothes. Somehow the politician got aroused which made you feel even less for what’s next, “to feed me!” you grinned revealing your elongated fangs.

The royal purple and gold waves of your stomach tattoo started to rotate. Barbed black tentacles, tendrils, and claws swirled out covering your body and you became one with the mist.

The horny politician ran as he howled to the heavens in despair his fingers bleeding as he scraped the concrete floor. He gave in to his fate when he saw no one move to help him.

Why hasten their own demise?

His shrieks of terror were soon drowned out by crunches, cracks, and squelches as well as your moans of finally eating something filling.

You returned to the rest of the desperate souls licking your fingers, rubbing your ‘food baby’. Everyone saw the man’s face screaming in your belly before a tendril sliced it in half.

“Whew, that hit the spot!” you exclaimed after a loud belch, “But not nearly enough! So who’s next?”

Everyone else was in complete chaos. Some pushed each other forward, four almost fainted, and the rest screamed and begged to be released. You could’ve sworn one of them pissed themselves.

You sighed and tried again, “Okay, I’m gonna level with y’all. Anyone who makes it out these doors,” you gestured to the open exits, “by the time I count to ten gets to live. Alright?”

Everyone shut up and nodded.

“Okay, then.” your body already halfway blended into the mist.

“One…”

  It didn’t take long to eat the rest. It was easy once you pulverized their legs.

You noticed Braddock wasn’t moving, so you created a light above his person. He was coughing blood but refused to move. He thought he was going to face death with dignity.

Pompous Idiot.

“Was it worth it?” you asked sauntering up to him in your human form.

His response was to spit in your face,” HYDRA would’ve ruled this world for all time if it weren’t for your pathetic feelings! Such power is wasted on you!!”

Braddock’s mind snapped and screamed as you transformed into your other form.

“Better to be an emotional monster than a fascist piece of shit!” you retorted as you gleefully devoured him delighted to be rid of him.

  “Are you satisfied?’

<<VERY>>

“Good.” you winced gently pressing your knuckles into your overstuffed belly. You belched a few more times loving how full you were. Whether it was the voices or the pessimism that came with being held hostage and starved for 20+ years or the fact that you could finally eat your heart's content, feeling full always made you feel like everything was going well, if only for a mere moment.

You chuckled to yourself. Never did you think that you wouldn’t care if anyone heard or saw you do such things.

Guess it might be because you didn’t really have anything left to lose.

  It took several months after securing your freedom to get an independent hold on your powers keeping the cuffs around just in case. You started hearing voices in your head as if they were a legion. They took pity on you and offered to lend you their powers as long as you kept them fed.

In time, you learned more about what you gained. You could: teleport through your mists, manipulate all kinds of materials, manipulate various forms of energy and even use it to satisfy your hunger (though the voices didn’t like it), and comprehend a lot more at a rapid rate.

You could even manipulate reality to an extent.

Though all of that couldn’t make up for what you lost.

You couldn’t eat ‘normal’ food as everything turned to ash after a few bites. You were always hungry having to consume the biomass of at least two large bucks and a cow every day to keep the voices at bay.

You couldn’t be in public for long lest you start seeing everyone as food. You dreaded the signs: your eyes would glow gold as your stomach would growl and drool would escape your mouth while the voices demand that you feed.

One day when you felt you had a good grasp on your powers, you tried walking in a park. You smiled and waved to children running around without a care in the world content to share in their joy.

You only lasted five minutes before your stomach growled and voices came back. You cried yourself to sleep that night feeling like an abomination wondering if everyone would be better off with you gone.

It always felt like there was a barrier between you and everyone else gleefully reminding you of what you’ve lost.

  You trudged back to the brownstone once your ‘feast’ was digested.

You were happy to finally be rid of Braddock and his ilk as they could no longer destroy any more lives, but it just felt hollow. You were still bound to a being outside of time and space, and you couldn’t see your family without wanting to devour them.

  You found Bucky in bed flipping through a vintage album of his old neighborhood.

“Thank you so much for the feast, love!” you gushed as you changed into a Delicate Sunshade Lace Kimono and thong.

“Had to return the favor after you said you were gonna make a feast of my favorites, sweetheart.”

“How did you find them?”

Most of the people digesting in your stomach were on the run once word got about your feedings. Some tried moving off the grid. One even got plastic surgery.

Braddock was the oddest. Bucky found them in a cabin out in the middle of nowhere hoping to die before you could find him.

“Doesn’t matter. They’re better off in your tummy making sure my angel is stuffed and satisfied.” he cooed in your ear kissing and rubbing your tummy for emphasis.

You giggled and playfully swatted him away loving how outgoing and playful he became once he was free of HYDRA’s control.

It was hard for you at first since he was a little stunned to see you after the initial kiss. You discovered that he was funny, caring, and thoughtful. It did take some time to have any physical relations though you were over the moon when your body didn’t see him as food.

If anything, he seemed to silence the voices for a bit.

Nine months passed before you had time with Bucky. It was amazing, even more so when you didn’t get hungry for five days.

“Have you talked to Erinma?” Bucky paused his playful demeanor.

Your eyebrows furrowed as your heart rate sped up.

  You finally had the courage to seek out your family three months ago hoping to reconnect with them.

Unfortunately, both your father and Ngozika were dead.

Your father died in 1997 when his body gave out after suffering two strokes compounded by diabetes. The doctors figured the stress of losing may have played a part.

They tried everything they could to find you. The police gave up only after two weeks and the PI stopped after 14 months. Though you wouldn’t put it past HYDRA to quash the investigation.

Ngozika was diagnosed with breast cancer in 2006. It would’ve been caught soon had the country cared to get universal healthcare. Her remission didn’t go as well as everyone hoped with her lasting about 3.5 years.

She died without ever knowing if you were alive or not.

You spent two nights mourning the loss of your father and surrogate big sister at their headstones. You would’ve stayed longer, but you had to feed.

Erinma did achieve her goal of becoming a pulmonary surgeon spurred on by the deaths of your father and Ngozika. Granted it did also land her $80K in student loan debt. She was forced to sell her childhood house and father’s motorcycle to come close to breaking even.

She even had twins, a girl and a boy named Kamharida (I shall not fall) and Ikemefuna (I shall not lose my strength).

You laughed bitterly. While you were truly happy for your sister, everyone thought you would be the one to have children, including yourself. Now it was a cruel fantasy.

You’ve entertained the idea of seeing your sister again as you desperately wanted to see her and be part of your niece and nephew’s lives. But you were terrified of your sister calling you a monster, though you couldn’t blame her for all the things you’ve done.

  “I dialed her number...but I couldn’t say anything.” you sobbed.

What could you say? You were kidnapped by a decades-old white supremacist organization that tortured and experimented on you for decades. You were bound to a being that requires an ungodly amount of flesh to keep you from becoming a berserker of gluttony.

Sure, you were able to divert the lion's share of HYDRA’s assets to shell companies to supply yourself with the necessary biomass, but--

“Stop being cruel to yourself. You are incredibly kind, selfless, caring, and most definitely NOT a monster.”

“Never cry for you are my beautiful angel, my magnificent goddess sent from above.” He cooed as he kissed your tears, cheeks, forehead, and jaw with each affirmation. His thumb ran across your lower lip as his face broke out into a breathtakingly handsome smile.

It was so pure you could cry.

You hugged Bucky inhaling his smoked cedar, citrus, and aged leather scent. Once his scent calms you down, you cupped his cheeks and pulled him for a kiss.

James groaned as you part your mouth for him delighting in the sonata of flavors he’s feasted on, though a little saddened that’s the only way you can taste them.

You play with his silky locks as he leaves a trail of open-mouthed kisses along your neck and jawline sporadically leaving love marks on your skin.

His calloused yet gentle hands undid the bow holding the kimono in place kissing your shoulders and upper arms. You gasped when he lightly grazed your skin with his canines encouraged by your whimpers and moans.

“My beautiful angel,” he rumbled sending shivers down your spine as he bit the juncture between your neck and shoulders.

Bucky was about to unhook your bra when you grabbed his wrist, pushed him down onto the bed, and tied his wrists to the headboard with black tendrils.

“Relax, love,” you instructed as you kissed your way down his jawline, neck, shoulders, chest, and upper arms. You gazed upon Bucky’s beautiful form wondering how lucky you were. Most men who looked like him were jerks to you in the past especially when they learned of your parents' accents. You still remembered the way some people looked at your mother at stores.

You narrowed your eyes as you lowered one hand towards his boxers and disintegrated them. Your fingers morphed into tentacles and tendrils of varying sizes wrapping around his jaw-dropping length giving it little pulls and tugs along the shaft. One tendril wrapped around his tip and squeezed scooping up the precum into your drooling mouth.

“Hmm!” You moaned at the taste: salty, tangy, and a little sweet.

Numerous smaller tentacles and tendrils slithered out of your mouth. Their pulls from their varied cups send jolt after jolt of pleasure. You felt his cock harden, but decided to draw it out by retracting right as he was about to go over the edge wanting to tease him from last time.

You finally let him cum after 20 minutes of teasing and five minutes of begging.

Bucky came with a roar as his eyes glowed red.

“Wanna do that again?’

You took his chuckle as a yes.

  You got two more out of Bucky before he decided to switch growing impatient with your teasing.

“I’m afraid I’ll have to punish you for that, angel,” he warned giggling as he flipped you over; his eyes glowing gold and his fangs elongating.

The sight of those never failed to make you wet.

“Spread your legs, sweetheart, “he growled as you pouted. He usually loved your bratty behavior in bed, but not now.

Bucky absorbed some of the tendrils from your skin and shot them back out gently spreading your legs.

You cast him an accusatory glance.

“Is that so? Then why are you wet for me?” he tsked licking his lips at the sight of you huffing in defeat.

Bucky grinned as he kissed and nipped your thick, plush inner thighs relishing in your moans. With his eyes locked with yours, he licked your slit while a small tentacle creeps from his mouth, its suction cups teasing your clit. Three more dive into your folds moving back and forth in a scissoring motion.

You moaned raking your nails along his scalp and the planes of muscle on his back.

James chuckled loving how you taste; so sweet with notes of honey and citrus. He could get drunk on this.

He alternated between eating you out and kissing/nipping your inner thighs while messaging the globes of your ass and the softness of your waist. He added to your sweet torture by sticking two of his fingers past your folds along with the tendrils still inside. He chuckled when you threw back your head in a moan mixed with a sob.

You grew frustrated with Bucky wouldn’t let you come even after 15 minutes of blinding pleasure.

“James, please!” you begged as he circled your clit again.

Bucky raised his head and murmured, “Let me adore you like the goddess you are, huh?”

You almost came at the spot when Bucky ordered you to look at him. His hair tie was long discarded with several clumps sticking to his face. His hooded eyes were black with lust, and his tongue was circling your clit with three of his fingers in your folds.

Bucky finally let you come after 45 minutes of teasing with a whisper.

You cried out as the dam of pleasure was finally released while he made sure to lap up every last drop of nectar.

Bucky smirked as he lifted you up and grabbed some pillows, “Turn for me, angel?”

You whined in protest not even recovering from the last orgasm.

He kissed both your cheeks, “Relax for me, okay? I promise this is gonna feel good. I'll take it from here.”

You moaned as his fingers dug into your thick thighs secretly loving how sensitive you were after the orgasm.

Bucky grunted as he situated himself between your thighs groaning at the sight of your blissed-out expression.

“Fuck, I’m glad you came into my life.”

“Are you ready, angel?” you nodded as he slowly entered you.

You hissed as your walls stretched for him never getting used to the size.

“Fuck, you’re taking me so well!” Bucky praised you as he rewarded you by playing with your clit.

You cried out and he groaned. You from the sensations of Bucky playing with your clit plus stretching out for him, and Bucky from how tightly you were squeezing him.

Bucky looked down and saw: your hooded eyes staring back at him with love and lust, your full, plump lips forming a pleasure-filled ‘O’, and your coils framing your face like a halo.

“Bucky, please!” you begged as what little pain you first felt faded into pleasure.

He caressed your face with one hand as he started moving with slow, shallow strokes, only picking up his tempo once you gave the go-ahead.

Bucky left open-mouthed kisses on your inner thighs, stomach, breasts, hands, anywhere he could reach murmuring sweet praises with each kiss. You thought your heart would burst from feeling so loved.

You practically squealed in pleasure when Bucky reached your sweet spot. He stayed at that pace for another 30 minutes holding out so that the moment would last.

You were a sobbing mess blind to the world outside the two of you.

You both came at the same time, you with a moan and Bucky with a growl.

  As you both lay in bed, glowing with a sheen of sweat, Bucky cradled your head in his hands. “You will always be an angel to me.”

You nodded and bit your lower lip, “Can I be on top for round two?”

Bucky laughed as you flipped him over.

 After Bucky carried you over to the tub to wash off, he cupped your cheeks, “Never call yourself a monster,”

You smiled as he gently wiped your tears away from your eyes with his thumbs.

You were about to thank him when your phone rang. Lumbering to the dresser you cautiously answered leaping with joy when you heard your sister’s voice on the other end.

Bucky beamed lazily at the scene before him glad that you were finally able to connect with your sister. He hoped better things will come.

He was about to rest his head against his pillow when he saw his own pulse with a text.

Bucky’s heart filled with dread.

It was Steve saying he was coming to bring him home.

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I’m trying to remember who is was but it was a mafia boss Bucky fic and he is like trying to get with his chef / baker and he kissed her and she’s like “ holy shit I need to bake a cake “

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Homework

Shield High School FACULTY AU

Pairing: Teacher! Bucky x Teacher! Reader

Word Count: 2.6K

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI, Language, S MUT w/some plot, mutual pining, angst, fluff, two idiots in love, wall s ex, dirty talk, teasing, praise kink, a teeny tiny bit of degredation, oral s ex (f/m recieving), finger f ucking, face f ucking, sloppy head, rough s ex, pleasurable pain, squirting, raw s ex (protect ya self).

A/N: This is a teacher AU. All characters in this are ADULTS, as you should be if you’re reading my fic. Thank you. 😊 This comes right after Quarter Finals and way before Deck the Hallways. Thanks to @blackpinup22 for asking for this after 18 months. I'm glad you got me when you know I ain’t sh#t, lmao. Reblogs and interaction is currency for writers on this app. If you like it, reblog.

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Bucky woke up the next morning and stared at you as the sun came up. You looked so angelic. He couldn’t believe his luck, and fought his instinct to grab you again. Last night had been everything he’d dreamt of and more. His heart flipped as he studied your face. He had to do this right; he couldn't scare you off.

You’d said that you wanted him ruined for any other woman. Bucky didn’t know how to tell you that he had been before he laid a finger on you. He was so far gone that he couldn’t sleep and he didn’t want to leave, so he got up, quietly cleaned himself up and slipped on his clothes from the previous night. Then, he snuck out of the door.

Bucky came back 45 minutes later, carefully replacing the keys that were on the table next to your door. 

He carried the bags into the kitchen and opened your refrigerator. 

Food. It was one way to express how he felt about you.

——

You woke up to the smell of food coming from your kitchen. You peeked your head out of your bedroom and saw Bucky puttering around.

You closed the door before he saw you and leaned against it, heart skip-pattering and a giant grin on your face. Your mind couldn’t believe the night actually happened, but your body told you it did.

You ran into the bathroom and turned on the shower while you brushed your teeth quickly. You took a famous seven-minute shower and threw your hair up in a bun, trying not to take the situation too seriously. You threw on an old t-shirt and some shorts, trying desperately to not look like you were trying too hard.

You looked ruefully in the mirror before turning to join Bucky. You thought that you looked a mess, but it was the best you could do.

——

“Why are you always trying to feed me, Mr. Barnes?”

Bucky turned around from his preparations and his heart skipped a beat. He felt his face split into a grin when he saw you. You looked beautiful and sexy as hell, fresh faced and relaxed. You were so damn hot.

“Morning, Doll.”

The way you smiled and walked up to him and put your arms around him made his anxiety disappear. He wrapped you up in an embrace and kissed you on your forehead.

“Gotta keep your strength up.”

“For what?”

You smirked up at him.

“At school, you are on all day when you’re teaching. You need sustenance.”

You stared at Bucky’s lips. Bucky stared back at you. 

“And on a Saturday morning?”

Bucky raised his eyebrow up. He leaned down to your ear, his breath on your neck making you shiver.

“You need strength for weekend activities.”

You shuddered in his arms at his voice.

“Activities, huh?”

Your sultry tone was doing things to him. 

“Yes. Activities…”

Bucky kissed your neck and then pecked you on your lips as he took you by the shoulders and moved you away from him, trying to keep focus.

“It does take almost all day to wash my hair.”

Bucky looked at your messy bun. 

“You make beauty effortless, Doll.”

You blushed and ducked your head as you turned around and looked at the spread.

“Let’s eat.”

Bucky pulled out your seat and placed a napkin in your lap. You smiled at him as he sat across from you.

“What did I do to deserve this kind of service?”

You reached for the maple syrup which you realized you didn’t have in your pantry.

“Did you go grocery shopping?”

“I did.” 

Bucky stared at you as he took a bite of food. Those lips distracted you and you shifted in your seat, the delicious ache in your core giving you an inkling of why.

“I did it because I had a great time last night. And food is my love language.”

Your eyes got wide. Did he just say 'love?'

Bucky started choking.

“I mean…Not like that. I mean.. Not not like that… shit….” 

He felt like such fool as you watched him take a drink of juice.

“You good?”

“No. I’m a fucking idiot.”

You smiled at him, feeling disappointed that he didn’t want to express those types of feelings. The types of feelings that had butterflies trapped below your rib cage since the first time you saw him.

“It’s okay Bucky. We had a great night. We don’t have to ruin the vibe with all that ‘what are we?’ nonsense.”

Bucky paused. Wait. Did you not want to define the relationship? Fuck. He shouldn’t be such a simp.

“Right. Yeah, absolutely. Don’t want to ruin the mellow.”

You two ate, making small talk about the Saturday errands, laundry, cleaning and planning for the next week that needed to be done and then you both moved to put the dishes in the washer and clean the kitchen.

When you were done, you stood staring at each other.

Bucky wanted to say the things he thought he shouldn’t say, but he didn’t want to ruin this. He was afraid he already had. All he wanted was to take you into his arms and tell you that he wanted you, that he felt very deeply for you already. But it was too soon. 

Wasn’t it?

“Well, Doll. See you Monday morning.”

“See you Monday, James.”

You wanted to throw yourself into his arms and burrow you head into his chest, pull him back to your bedroom and cuddle all day, but you decided not to. Maybe this was a one time hookup, or maybe there would be more to come. You didn’t want to be that girl who just wanted a relationship. 

So you decided to be a grown up about it.

Bucky walked out, looking back at you before you closed the door. Your heart sank that he was leaving, but you just waved as he climbed into his car.

You spied Bucky’s tie peeking out from under your couch as you walked back to your bedroom, picked it up and put it around your neck, smiling as you remembered the night before. You debated giving it back to him. If you never had another night, you’d have this. 

You were thinking about how to act around him at work when you heard a knock at the door.

Your heart flipped when you saw it was Bucky.

“I forgot…”

Bucky stared at you in his tie and licked his lips when you opened the door.

“You forgot your tie.”

“No. I forgot my… I forgot my you.” 

Bucky looked at you and sighed. Your butterflies awoke.

“I forgot my you.”

Bucky took the ends of the tie and pulled you toward him. The action was unneeded because you felt this magnetic pull which drew your lips together like magnets.

He mumbled something when he separated from you, and you thought you heard what he said, but you couldn’t believe it. His mouth brushed the shell of your ear as he whispered it, urgently begging.

“Please be my girl, Yourname. I want you, I like you. So so so much.” 

His lips brushed your neck, making you shiver as the butterflies rioted in your stomach. He was slurring as if drunk on your scent and proximity. 

“Wan’ you to be mine. Please. Don’t wan’ anyone else. I’m ruined. Just like you said.”  

The velvet tenor of his voice made you tremble, and all of your senses were alive in all areas of your body.

“J-James, what? What are you saying?”

You were breathless as your hands traced the muscles in his back, and followed his lats around to the front of his shirt, toying with the buttons, your fingers itching to take it off again as he walked you backwards into your apartment.

After kicking your door closed, Bucky stopped long enough to pull back and look in your eyes as your hands trailed up to his shoulders. 

“I want you to be my girl, Yourname.”

You looked down and then up again, biting your lip to keep from grinning like a fool. Then you nodded.

“Okay. I’ll be your girl, James.”

“Fuck yeah!”

Bucky let out a whoop and then walked you back into the nearest wall, hands everywhere.

“Want you. Need you.”

The feeling of intoxication was contagious, and your head was spinning at Bucky’s ardor.

“We went all night, James. I’m already sore…”

Your protest was countered by the fact that you were unbuttoning Bucky’s shirt and pushing it off of his shoulders.

Bucky dropped to his knees, looking up at you with those blue, blue eyes.

“Did I do that? I’m so sorry, Doll, Let me kiss and make it better.”

You giggled and rolled your eyes as he pulled your shorts and panties just down enough with his hand so that his tongue could reach your cunt. 

Bucky’s lips kissed yours and his tongue split them in two, collecting your juices on his tongue. It was so fucking sexy to see him so desperate for you that he didn’t even take off you panties. You weren’t laughing anymore as he dove face first into your moist cunt, sukling your clit and inserting two fingers over your panties to finger fuck you as he tried to shatter your soul.

“Fuck you’re so perfect!”

Bucky moaned it into your cunt as you scream-whined.

“Oh my god, yes! Ohhhhhhh. Mmmmmmh. YesyesyesYESSSS!”

Your legs started shaking and your hands fisted in his hair, pulling the more he moaned when you did it.  He stared you  straight in the eye as you came and tried to hold on to the wall above your head for purchase. 

“One more time…”

Bucky pulled your panties all the way off as he drove his entire mouth into your cunt, tongue fucking and sucking your clit impossibly at the same time. You were on tiptoes and instantly on edge again.

“Oh my god I’m gonna cum again.”

You were speaking in a low sultry whine as you held his head and stared at him again. It was so intimate and so fucking hot when you came into his mouth.

“James! Fuck.”

You laughed as he stood up, sliding his body against yours along the way. You fisted his cock through his pants.

“What do you need, Doll?”

“Need my man to fuck me up, James.”

“Damn, Doll.”

Bucky picked you up and walked over to your couch, sitting down with you on his lap, bottomless, squirming on his lap in an effort to get what you wanted where you wanted. Your soreness was forgotten. Your only mission was to get his pants off.

You started gyrating in Bucky’s lap, trying to get some friction on your clit while he gently swatted your cunt while his hands reached under your shirt to squeeze your braless tits.

“This sweet, sweet pussy. Don’t want to hurt it anymore.”

He gave you a quick, filthy peck on your lips.

“Pleaseeee. James. Please hurt me.”

His teasing was driving you crazy and he was loving it. You could feel his bulge rubbing against your ass.

“You can’t mean that, Doll.”

Bucky’s eyes mesmerized you as one of his huge hands lifted your t-shirt and he leaned down to suck and pull your nipple into his mouth. You panted and moaned as you propped your leg up outside of his on the couch, opening your legs even wider as an invitation.

Bucky licked his fingers and reached around and under your leg to rub your pussy as he sucked your nipple again.

“Ah that feels goood, James…unnnnnh yessss.”

You both looked down to see you start making a wet mess all over his hand, then used two fingers to stroke circles on you. He alternated watching your face and your pussy. 

“So fucking beautiful, Doll.”

You came on his hand again and then he let you slip down to the floor while he stood up to take off his pants. When he sat back down, you immediately grabbed his bobbing dick, proclaiming “Mine!”, and wasted no time deep throating and gagging on him. 

“Holy shit, that’s right Doll, it’s yours. But…take it easy on me… fuck!”

But it was Bucky who was fucking into your throat preventing your breathing at the moment. He let you gag and drool all over him for a few minutes before he pulled you off, kissing you filthily and fully as he squeezed your tits again.

“So fucking hot. Get up here.”

He went under your shirt to suck your nipple as you positioned your legs on either side of his widespread thighs. You scrambled to take off your tee while Bucky licked his fingers to stretch you out again. You wiggled your ass as he positioned his cockhead at your entrance and the magic began.

Bucky intoned a deep, “Ahhhhhhh,” as you slid down the length of him, and you immediately started whining. He hit that spot deep inside you and your apartment was filled with the pornographic sounds of your flesh slapping together.

You started riding him harder as you two watched him filling you up just right.

“Why are you fucking your dick so good, Doll? Such a good fucking girl, My good girl. My best girl.”

Bucky’s words drove you over the edge and your eyes rolled back into your head as Bucky held your wildly gyrating hips steady.

“Need more…”

Bucky turned you around reverse cowgirl, but took control of your hips and leaned you back, using you like a fuck toy, slamming you down on his cock. He was going as deep as you ever felt him while whispering filthy things in your ear.

“You thought you were sore before. That’s nothin’, Doll. Gonna make sure you can’t walk straight all next week. When I see you coming down the hall I better see the evidence of how I molded you to my dick this weekend.”

“Bucky, FUCKKKKK! I’m gonna cum. All over!”

Bucky scooted to the edge of the couch as you released, the squelch of your fluids outright obscene.

You collapsed on him, only slowly realizing that Bucky was still hard inside you. 

“Oh… nooooo….”

Bucky kissed your temple as he moved you two down to the floor.

“Oh, yes, Doll.”

You were on your hands and knees as he put his hand on the back of your neck and started fucking into you. Bucky helped you realize that you were not done because when he stopped moving, you found yourself throwing it back on him.

“Fuck yes, fuck your dick, Doll. Sssssshit.”

He watched your ass work and then grabbed your hips, his stroke becoming erratic. Knowing that his end was near brought you another and you shattered just before he did. Bucky’s thick streams of cum filled you up and then leaked out of you almost instantly with their velocity and copiousness.

You were on the rug in your living room, trapped by the bearable weight of Bucky’s body. You didn’t think you were able to move anyway. A sudden rush of cool air was replaced by a feeling of weightlessness as Bucky packed you up, put you on the toilet and bade you to pee.

You did, unashamed as you sleepily watched Bucky run a hot bath. He looked back at you and blushed when he caught you admiring him.

“Can I stay a while, Doll?”

How did the man have the nerve to be bashful after what you two just did? You wanted to say that he could stay forever, but you just nodded, and softly said, “Yeah.”

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[probablyintensemuses]

The Happenings In the Art of Starting Over

Summary:

series masterlist

James Buchanan Barnes is a broken man who is whisked away to the remote and serene land of Wakanda. His colleagues begin to believe if there is anyone who could try and help him it will be Irene. And try she will. But healing Bucky won't come easy, he is stubborn and scared and wants nothing to do with Irene and her powers. Helping Bucky will be a journey of trials and tribulations, Irene knows that. And yet, she still saunters over to him with a smile.

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Black!Mutant! OC

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CHAPTER SIX

Irene's first time inside winter wasn't as harrowing as she assumed. Her body floated against the still-warm water, she was in REM. Her eyes moved back and forth in a perfect symphony as she surfed through the waves of Bucky's mind, desperate to find him.

"Okay, Irene.' She heard Aamani's voice, though it wasn't clear. "Go find Sergeant Barnes's subconscious self, and try to administer January." She instructed.

"Right." Irene looked around at her surroundings. His mind had shifted, it was different this time.

A row of tumbled burgundy brick apartments lined up perfectly against a narrow cement street had replaced the dark aquatic adventure she assumed she'd return to. The honking of taxi's told her she was in Brooklyn, along with Bucky's files that she had stolen and studied the previous night.

The clicking of pink wedge heels and the wind that caught underneath girls button downed dresses. The language of 'doll' and 'dame'. She had to be submerged into the heart of 1940's New York.

"I think I'm in,' Irene began but was shortly interrupted.

"New York." Aadon injected. "There aren't many buildings with doors."

"I see one at the end of this block, should I try it?" Irene asked, watching the buildings flashing lights dance.

"Go for it." Aadon encouraged Irene.

"What the hell!" Aamani screamed.

"What!" Irene stopped, clutching at her pounding heart.

"Your outfit! Look at your fucking outfit, Irene!" Aamani continued to scream.

Irene looked down at her feet that were once barren, now they dawned white wedged heels, rounded at the tip. Her lashes battered intensely as she twirled towards an abandoned glass display window, wind catching under something she couldn't quite place.

"Oh.' Irene ran her hands along her ruby red polyester sleeves. "Oh!" She gasped.

Irene now sported a ruby red knee length dress. It's sweet heart neckline and belt formed her assets beautifully. Her hair was no longer in its natural state, but instead pined back in buoyant voluminous curls. It all felt so real, like reality had shifted around her.

"I think you're changing to fit with the setting of his mind." Aamani spoke. "So you'll blend in."

"Then why didn't I have a swimsuit last time?" Irene whispered while nodding at the entertainment girls as she walked inside the building.

"That I do not know. But since this is the only building with a door, he must be in there." Aamani said, watching the monitors intently.

Irene smiled at the man with a mustache in front of her, he shoved a black and white flyer into her hand. The with the words "Harry's House' in bold black letters.

"He would be in Harry's House?" Irene asked, watching the flyer disappear in her grasp. "It wasn't real anyways." She sighed to herself.

"Apparently it's a place him and Captain Rogers use to frequent.' Aadon said, sipping on a can of pop.

"Is he still sleeping?" Irene asked.

Aadon turned around, his desk chair creaking, a devilish grin spreading on his face. "Like a baby."

"Okay, well good,' Irene clutched her fictitious purse. "Because I have eyes."

"Holy shit." Aamani leaned into the monitor, stealing a sip of Aadon's pop. "He looks, kind of hot."

"Happiness looks good on the best of us, Aamani." Irene sighed, lifting the hem of her skirt up as she pushed through the crowd. "How do I approach him?"

"How did you approach him last time?" Aadon asked, snatching his drink back from his older sister.

"Slowly."

"Bingo."

Irene swallowed hard, ambling towards him. His white smile was on display as he laughed aloud with a few stunning woman hugged into either side of him. He had a bottle of beer tilted onto his lips, sipping slow. And before she knew it, she was in front of him. Staring in complete suspended animation.

Bucky's eyes titled from the tip of his beer, to Irene. She could have sworn she heard a sigh escape from his lips. He slammed the bottle down, the bottom of it lead a crackling trail up to the the neck of the beer. Irene's eyes went wide, as she watched him wipe his lips off with the sleeve of his tan uniform, tipping his hat onto his head.

"And this,' his voice seemed lighter than last time. "Is my best friends Steve's eavesdropping friend, Irene. Who just can't let it go." He laughed, a hint of anger underneath his tone.

"Sergeant Barnes's, maybe we should go somewhere private." Irene whispered, suddenly becoming self conscious with all eyes on her.

"Or maybe.' Bucky pushed himself off from the bar top. The girls who once surrounded him disappearing into thin air. "You should just leave."

"Why?' Irene backed up as he slowly sauntered towards her. "I'm here to help you." She held her hand out.

"Because I said so." Bucky's voice was deep and intimidating.

"Look." Irene pulled out the canister of purple gas, known as January. "This will help you."

"Irene don't show him that!" Aadon shouted into his microphone.

Bucky laughed, clutching his side. "Do you really think it'll be that easy! Do you know what they've done to me!" He shouted, tossing a chair to the side. Irene gasped watching it break as it collided with the wall. "You need to leave."

"Irene, put it away, we will try again another time." Aamani whispered.

"No!" Irene shouted, not sure who she was speaking to in this moment.

"Fine.' Bucky said, his flesh arm morphing into metal, the red star on his shoulder was bolder than anything she'd ever seen. "I'll just make you."

"Bucky, please stop!" She yelled, turning on her heels and running from him.

On the outside, Irene's body began to convulse. She was no longer in control as she had once thought, the water slouching around her and spilling onto the floor. Aadon and Aamani hopped out of their chairs, rushing to her side.

"Bucky!" Irene rasped, it seemed his favorite way to hurt her was with his hand around her neck.

"Never come back here, it's too dangerous." His eyes misted over with a combination of anger and pain.

Then after he spoke, Bucky slammed Irene's body through the floorboards of Harry's House. Sending her tumbling into a black abyss. Irene screamed as she fell down further and further.

Her body finally stopped, landing in something squishy and sticky. Her dress had disappeared and she was back to wearing her white body suit.

"What the hell! No, not again!" She screamed, lifting her arm that was covered in slime. "Aamani, Aadon!" She gagged at the revolting smell which burned her nostrils.

"They're not here.' A malevolent voice teased Irene as it laughed.

"Who are you?" Irene wept, struggling against the binds she was in. They were stuck onto her skin like suction cups, to her dismay they were tentacles.

"Who I am isn't a matter of your concern, Irene Watson." the voice jabbered on, it's tentacles grabbing Irene by her waist and lifting her up.

"The matter is, why do you feel you can save the winter solider? My creation!" The voice was so close to her she could feel the heat of its breath against the nape of her neck.

Irene squirmed within its grasp. Wheezing for air as it only squeezed her tighter, slithering up to her neck. She clinched her eyes close, rasping out one last remark.

"Because—it's the right thing,' she coughed, scratching at the tentacle wrapped on her neck. "To do!" She hollered, feeling herself being pulled far away from the voice.

In the lab, Irene laid on then floor convulsing like a fish out of water. Her nose bleeding profusely, dripping down her chin. Frantically, Aadon picked up Irene's body placing her onto a lab table trying to steady her body.

"Her vitals are off the chart!" Aamani shouted, running with a syringe in her hand.

"I didn't think it would be like this for her!" Aadon grunted, fighting against Irene's shaking body.

"It's her telepathy, she's very strong.' Aamani explained. "Hold her steady!"

"I'm trying!" Aadon began to sweat, retraining her body as Irene began to cry out.

Aamani climbed on top on the lab table, straddling Irene and hold her legs steady between her thighs. She held the syringe above her head and plunged in into Irene's chest.

Instantly, Irene stopped shaking and her brown eyes shot open as she drew in a series of excruciating breaths. She began to cough up blood and shoved Aamani off her. Irene screamed as she collapsed onto the cold lab floor, snatching the wires off of herself.

Irene limped and pushed passed Aadon and Aamani who shouted after her. Feeling a surge of anger while crying uncontrollably, Irene released a swoosh of purple energy from her fingertips, pushing it against Bucky's chest.

"Wake up!" She shouted, watching him slowly stir awake. But it wasn't fast enough for her, so she did it again. Hitting Bucky with another swoosh of energy, causing him to groan as sweat dripped down his forehead.

"Do you really think it's funny!' Irene cried out, wincing at the pain she felt in her side.

"Do I think what's funny?" He grumbled, barely facing her.

"Trying to kill me!' Irene shouted. "I'm only trying to help you!"

"I told you to stay out of my head, you're psychotic!" He shouted back, trying to move within his restraints.

Irene scoffed, sweat dribbling down her body as her side pulsed in pain. "I'm psy—psychotic!" Irene's breath stirred. "You—you're,' she swallowed hard, stumbling over her words along with her feet.

Irene pressed her fingers into her temples and yelped in pain as she crashed to the floor on her knees. Blood began to pour from the corners of her eyes as she screamed out in uncontrollably pain.

"Irene!" Aamani shouted.

Irene felt her head crash onto the floor, the last thing her bloody eyes saw were those boots. If this was how she was meant to die at least it would be a noble end. Helping a man who couldn't see the worth in being rescued. That ought to count for something in the afterlife.

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[syntheticavenger]

Heretic - Three

Returning for Part Three? Welcome! Part One is here and Part Two is here.  I am so grateful for the reblog and comments. We are amping up to more reveals!

Remember, don’t trust a single soul.

Walter De Ville x Female Reader / Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Word Count: 5K

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, language, light stalking, past mentions of biting, religious themes and more world building.

Summary | Accepting a teaching position halfway across the world seems like the best way to make a fresh start. But running away from your demons doesn’t mean you won’t run into more, especially when the Dean of the university seems to be hiding some of his own.

It’s too quiet.

Awareness of that fact becomes apparent when your hand moves to search for your phone, the rustling of the blankets the only noise you hear, amid your attention that go straight to the doorknob. Every movement you make feels like the sound is intensified tenfold, your fingers gripping the phone before the screen lights up, lighting up the room. Turning down the brightness quickly, you can’t help but continue to monitor the door, the small branch of juniper still above the frame.

The sense of what occurred prior makes your heart skip a beat. You’re well aware of what you felt when you heard the knock at the door. The sense of foreboding, the dread that took hold of you and kept you frozen in bed. All of it comes back, flooding your senses in the murky darkness of your bedroom.

You know you should try to sleep, even if it means closing your eyes and forcing the bad thoughts out of your brain for at least a little while. The sooner it’s light outside, the quicker you can find answers when the rest of the staff wakes up. This stay has only cemented your desire to have your own place away from here, safe from the random intrusions and sense of malaise that you’ve found yourself living with since you’d stepped foot onto the steps of this university.

Making a promise to yourself that you’ll find a hotel room by noon, sleep comes easier when you have a plan, closing your eyes in defeat before stifling a yawn.

-

The last face you expect to see once you open the door is Sister Maria, who stands directly in front of you, her eyes looking past you. There is no formal greeting, only a sense of suspicion that you catch before her lips turn into a polite smile. The shower was surprisingly hot, your muscles now relaxed and your mood brightening considerably, despite the fact that Sister Maria still gives you an interesting stare. You can’t tell if she likes you or is inspecting you like an organism under a microscope.

“Did you sleep well?”

“Sister Maria,” you greet her, looking over your shoulder at the deep gouges in the door. “Is there something wrong?”

“What a question,” she replies. “I suppose I can ask you the same thing.”

While her voice is calm, her concentration on the splintered wood gives you a feeling that something is seriously wrong. You do what you’ve always done – suppress the feeling of dread that someone or something was at your door last night.

“I heard a knock last night. It was loud but I didn’t think -”

“You locked it twice,” Sister Maria interrupts, rolling her shoulders back, almost in a preen. “I am forever a traditionalist. I like my rituals. They work.”

“What is that?” You ask, motioning to the door.

“That,” Sister Maria says with a nod, turning her back to you. “Is why I pray. Pay it no mind. You lived to see another day. That’s more than some have outside of this place. Come. You must be famished.”

“I am a little hungry.”

“Good. It’s just you and I for this morning as far as taff goes. Mr. De Ville is been called away. I’ve no idea where the others are. Shameful to leave you alone like this. You’d think his assistants would know better. You’re a guest, after all.”

“They’re busy,” you try to guess, Sister Maria shaking her head while she continues down the hallway.

“I haven’t Catherine since last night. Odd of her to not join us on such a special occasion. But then again, our dear Father Stephen tends to be a bit overbearing for both Catherine and Claudia. He is a devout man with a sharp tongue.”

“Father Stephen?”

“Yes. The very one who saved my life that fateful night, thus changing my career to one of selfishness to one of service. I spoke to him last night about you and he insisted that he meet you. That is a gift, by the way. Father Stephen makes no time for anyone. I am pleased that he has decided to make his way to the university, especially after being gone for so long.”

“What did you tell him about me?”

“Many things. You’re a smart professor with a gift of research that not many can say that they have. He used to have many questions about hematology. I’m sure that’s why he’s here. I want to believe that an educator such as yourself could indulge a man of the cloth. Would I be right in my belief?”

“I’d love to speak to him.”

“Good,” Sister Maria says proudly. “Right this way.”

-

Father Stephen sits at the head of the table, sipping his tea while Sister Maria gives you a nudge to take another step forward. For a priest, he seems younger than you expected, even with the gray in his hair. Holding up a finger to you, you stop in your tracks, the cup placed down on the plate.

“Allow me,” he begins, pushing out his chair to stand before he makes his way toward you.

He pulls out the chair for you, waiting for you to sit before he pushes it back toward the table slightly, inspecting you carefully for a moment.

“I must say that it is an honor to meet you, Professor. I’m Father Stephen. When Sister Maria contacted me to tell me that you were going to be teaching in Brefine, I had to come right away.

“To sit on a lecture?” you ask, giving him a polite smile. “I assure you that my teachings aren’t that invigorating. I feel into hematology by accident and -”

“Accident? You wrote a thesis on oxygenation of blood and longevity. The parallels to Ichor were no accident. A fine read.”

Unsure of what to say, you simply keep quiet, Father Stephen sitting back down in his seat.

“Please forgive my inquiry but I must know what a brilliant professor of science finds in an institution like Brefine. I mean no harm in my statement. With your education and mind, you could be teaching at MIT, Cambridge or Yale. Why here?”

“I needed a fresh start, Father Stephen,” you admit quietly, looking at your hands that are folded on the table. “This place allows me to have that.”

“A fresh start? From what, my child?”

“Harassment.”

“Ah,” Father Stephen says after a moment. “I see. Then I hope you will have a peaceful stay in Brefine.”

“I plan to be in the city. This is a temporary stay for the moment. I’ll be looking for something soon.”

You catch the stare that Father Stephen gives Sister Maria as she clears her throat.

“A wise choice,” Father Stephen agrees after a beat. “There is much mischief here. Sometimes too much, as Sister Maria can attest.”

“And you, Father?” you ask. “Sister Maria mentioned that she is the only one left standing.”

You’re interrupted by the cook, a man who gives you a cool look before placing the silver platter in front of you, Father Stephen going quiet as the cook finishes his tasks, bending his head slightly before leaving.

“Kaecilius,” Father Stephen answers, flapping out his pristine white napkin before placing it on his lap. “Doesn’t speak much.”

“Doesn’t or can’t?” Sister Maria quips.

It’s a quiet moment as the breakfast trays are uncovered, Father Stephen digging into his eggs for a moment, savoring the taste before swallowing.

“Sister Maria is the only one left standing because she has decided to be. I do hope she hasn’t woven you a tale of woe. She chose on her own accord to stay here. She’s stubborn.”

“Caring,” Sister Maria fires back, chewing on a piece of bacon. “When no one else cared about these students, I did.”

“I care about them just fine, Sister Maria. It is you who decided that you wanted to go further with your training and stay around these undesirables that you call your peers. I care not for the Dean, nor his pathetic little assistants that follow him around like remoras.”

“Someone has to hold them accountable.”

The tension is thick in the air, Father Stephen finishing his eggs in one solid bite before he glares at Sister Maria.

“I could always find my way back if you would prefer,” Father Stephen offers, Sister Maria nearly balking at his words.

“If you feel that your training was insufficient then by all means,” Sister Maria says coolly, opting to focus on her breakfast while you chew on your toast.

It’s obvious that the two are at odds with each other, Father Stephen refusing to take his eyes off of Sister Maria while she pushes around her food with her fork for a moment. The questions you want to ask, the feeling that there is something under the surface of this meeting only makes you want to keep quiet, knowing that you’re in over your head at the moment, head still swirling with the revelations that are hinted about Brefine.

And the Dean and his assistants.

“I need some air,” you answer, getting up from your chair. “I’ll be back in a minute.”

-

“You’re burning up,” Peter murmurs, placing a hand on MJ’s forehead. “We need to get you to a doctor.”

“No,” MJ denies weakly, trying to push his hand away but to no avail. “I’ll be fine.”

“You said that hours ago.”

MJ moans, her bandaged arm at her side, eyes closed, darkness coloring under her eyes.

“My phone,” she begins, nodding at the nightstand. “I need you to call someone for me. But you can’t tell them who I am.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Promise… promise me, Peter. Just tell them to come and I’ll do all the talking.”

Peter picks up her phone, examining it for a moment before unlocking the phone, MJ reciting a number that he enters carefully, pausing for a moment to look at her.

“Is this person going to help you?”

“I hope so.”

Peter keeps the phone close to his ear as he takes the washcloth off of MJ’s forehead, placing it back into the cold water while the phone rings.

“Hello?”

“Hi, um, this is… this is Peter Parker and uh, I’m so sorry to bother you but I’m calling on behalf of a friend,” Peter starts, looking nervously at MJ as she nods slowly, eyes still closed. “They asked me to speak to you.”

“Who?” the voice sounds confused, Peter huffing in frustration.

MJ mouths her answer, Peter’s brow furrowing at her response.

“Your cousin,” he replies, shaking his head in disbelief.

“Cousin,” the voice on the other end repeats. “What cousin?”

“Her name is Mary Jane Watson,” Peter says, MJ shaking her head furiously at his answer. “Look, I don’t know who you are but MJ’s my girlfriend and she’s extremely sick. She won’t go to a doctor and she keeps talking about you and how you’d help her. Please.”

His voice cracks, eyes filling with tears as MJ begins to tremble, her teeth chattering violently.

“I don’t know a Mary Jane Watson. I’m sorry, Peter Parker,” comes the reply, spoken sadly as Peter covers MJ with another blanket. “If she’s that sick, you need to take her to a doctor, even if she doesn’t want to go.”

“It’s her blood,” Peter fires back. “Something is wrong.”

“Blood?”

“Can you please just get here? Take a look at her?”

“I’m not a doctor, Peter, I -”

“I don’t care! Just…” Peter trails off, raking a hand through his hair. “I’ll give you the address but just please. Show up.”

-

The Uber driver doesn’t look you in the eye when you step out of the car, looking up at the dilapidated apartment building, two women sitting outside on the steps smoking that pay you no mind when you look at your phone once more, eyes shifting upward toward the fourth floor. The door opens easily, the mixture of scents of various foods, wood polish and sickly sweet plug ins to mask the smell making your head hurt.

Not that it matters.

Mary Jane Watson, from your research, is a first year college student that somehow made her way to Brefine, only to be unceremoniously kicked out by the Dean himself. It made the papers, your fingers widening the photo of an angry Mary Jane screaming at the authorities that took her away in handcuffs. None of it makes sense. You would have known about a long lost cousin, well before you received the frantic phone call. It was easy to leave Brefine. Almost laughably so with the way you were able to slip away from the bickering priest and nun without them knowing.

Still, climbing the steps to the fourth floor, you’re aware that this isn’t normal. None of it is. You can’t shake Peter’s scared voice out of your head, reaching the top of the floor where a young man paces up and down the hallway in a thin sweatshirt and a pair of jeans, his scuffed up Converse a dead giveaway that he’s a college student.

“Peter Parker?” you ask, his head snapping up at attention. “You wanted to see me?”

“Holy shit,” he mutters, his eyes going wide. “Yes. Yes, sorry. I’m sorry about the frantic call. She’s not trembling anymore but the fever is… it’s bad. I got it down by a few points but it’s still high and…”

He sighs, opening the door to the apartment.

“But she’s been waiting for you.”

The apartment is surprisingly clean, save for a pile of laundry on the couch. Peter closes the door and locks it, nodding down the small hallway for you to continue.

“I didn’t even know she had a cousin.”

“Neither did I,” you answer, moving down the hallway to an open bedroom door, where a thin woman lies under the blankets, a feeble smile on her face.

“Y-You came,” she whispers, closing her eyes. “Thank God.”

“I don’t know who you are,” you admit, standing in the entryway. “Or what you want.”

“I need your help.”

“You need a doctor.”

“I don’t. I need…I need you.”

“I can’t help you. I don’t know who you are or why you think we’re related but -”

“We are related. Just not in the way that you think we are. But we both ran away from something in the States, didn’t we?”

Your eyes narrow at her, her eyes opening while she struggles to sit up, your gaze going to her bandaged arm.

“What happened to you?”

“Do you want the truth?” she asks, pushing herself up so that she can sit up against the headboard. “Or do you want the lie?”

“The truth.”

“I was bitten by something.”

“Then you definitely need to go to the doctor. It could be rabies.”

Mary Jane laughs dryly at your hypothesis.

“No. It feels like it but it isn’t. Professor, you’re smart. Tell me why it still hurts after it’s been days since I’ve been bitten.”

“I’m not a doctor,” you shoot back. “It would be anything. It’s probably an infection.”

“So it’s a virus.”

“I couldn’t say.”

“From my last doctor visit, my enzymes are spiking at a higher level and my RBC count is elevated so -”

“Which happens with hemagglutinin but that wouldn’t explain your enzymes. This sounds viral,” you finish, watching her look at her bandaged hand.

Mary Jane gives you a tired smile.

“You’re so fuckin’ smart, Professor. Or should I say, cousin.”

Irritated by her casual demeanor, you scoff, looking around the sparse bedroom.

“Viral infection still means you need to see a medical professional. I study science, I’m not a doctor.”

“I did 23 and Me,” Mary Jane begins, struggling to open her eyes. “I’ve known about you longer than you’ve known about me. I guess I should have introduced myself a while ago but… I got busy. We share the same lineage by way of our great-grandmother.”

“That happens,” you answer.

“And then I followed our family tree. It leads us to the same person. The same common denominator.”

“I don’t understand,” you respond, Mary Jane exhaling slowly.

“I read up on you, cousin. Turns out you have a few skeletons in your closet just like me.”

“What are you getting at?” you ask, your irritation reaching a new high. “What does you being bit have to do with me?”

“Freemasons. I know they were looking for you.”

You swallow down the fear at her words, unsure of how she knew about your harassment.

“There’s so many. You couldn’t hide from them all. Nor could your mother. Didn’t you notice that it was never your father? Your grandfathers? They never cared about the men. Just the women. I saw your restraining orders. They didn’t do any good, did they?”

“Is that why you’re here? To follow me?”

“No,” Mary Jane denies, inhaling a shallow breath. “They followed me too. At first, I wanted to commiserate with someone who understood what I was going through. By you’re older than me. Wiser. Which is why I went to Brefine when I found out the Dean was going to recruit you. It didn’t make any sense.”

“What are you talking about?”

Mary Jane scoffs at your question.

“God, for an educated woman, you sure are stupid. Brefine was built for the Templars. You didn’t do your research. I did.”

“You called me here because you did research on a centuries old university with urban legends that anyone can find on the internet. Congratulations, Mary Jane. You did the bare minimum.”

“Did I? Then why did you change your last name? Why did you keep moving?”

“Self-preservation. Let’s talk about you, shall we? I saw your content. You and I are not the same. Not in the slightest. You trespassed on private property to peddle your folklore and you got caught. Me running away from people who were harassing me, threatening to kidnap me from where I was teaching is not the same.” You can’t help that your voice is getting louder, Peter’s footsteps getting closer before they stop. You know he’s close by, making sure that you don’t upset her.

“And yet we ended up in the same place. I need you to take me seriously, even if you’re struggling to do that.”

“I’m trying,” you answer through your bared teeth.

“We’re connected. When I got bit… I was an experiment.”

“For what?”

“For something bigger than me.”

Rolling your eyes, you’ve had enough, even as Mary Jane narrows her eyes at you.

“This isn’t a joke! There was a woman who went back the same college you graduated from. She was trying to finish her degree.”

“I remember it,” you answer.

Who wouldn’t? It made national news. A bright-eyed woman enrolling in college with a good job who suddenly vanished out of nowhere. The suspect in the case was once your college professor, Andrew Barber, who had been cleared of any wrongdoing.

“Then you know that Professor Barber still teaches there.”

“There was no evidence that he committed any crime,” you argue, Mary Jane blowing out an exasperated breath.

“You really take the news at face value, don’t you? They couldn’t find any evidence because the prosecutor went missing as well. The judge turned a blind eye to the situation. The entire case was in shambles and Professor Barber walked out a free man. Still no sign of her and it’s been years.”

“It could have been anything.”

“Yeah? Then why did her cat go missing too? Her roommate?”

Sliding your hand down your face, your patience snaps.

“I’m done talking about conspiracy theories. You got bit, you go to a doctor. We share the same DNA? Great, I’ll see you at the family picnic. Peter said you needed my help and it turns out, you need more help than I thought.”

Turning your back on her, you hear her whisper a name that makes you stop in your tracks.

“A legend, Mary Jane. That’s all she is.”

“But you’ve heard of her. What he did to her. What he did to her sisters.”

“So we heard the same stories. She was a phoenix by their standards. Isn’t that what they said? Born by ashes to stand at her husband’s side. Powerful, I know. But it’s a story, Mary Jane.”

Mary Jane stares at you for a moment, mouth open wide.

“I never was taught that part.”

“This is stupid,” you huff. “Go see a doctor, get a rabies shot and leave me alone.”

Pushing past Peter, you shake your head.

“I don’t care how you get her there but you need to take to her a doctor, get some blood tests run and then make sure she gets the care she needs. But it can’t be from me.”

-

Walter knocks on the door, waiting as he hears the soft footsteps. The door opens slightly, Sister Maria peering up at him with suspicion.

“I’ve not yet seen our dear Professor today. Would you happen to know where she may be?” Walter asks. “I need to speak with her about an occurrence last night.”

“The door,” Sister Maria counters with a nod. “She saw it.”

“These are the things that I need to be informed about.”

Sister Maria narrows her eyes at him, her cross shining in the light as Walter looks away from it.

“Was I to be informed about Catherine’s disappearance? She was placed at our dear Professor’s door throughout the night, was she not? By this morning, there was no sign of her. Well,” Sister Maria pauses. “There were some. So what is your real question, Mr. De Ville? If I know her whereabouts?”

“Father Stephen was here.”

“I assure you he had no hand in her disappearance. Our good Professor received a call and left. That’s all I know. I have no idea if she will return. Though, I am certain that you will find a way to bring her back. It is your method that gives me pause.”

“Her classes are full,” Walter says proudly. “Our Professor is popular. Courses resume within two weeks time. As you can imagine, I am a little nervous that she may get cold feet. Popularity is fleeting and only lasts for a limited time. I’m sure Father Stephen taught you that.”

“Religion is everlasting as it is within one’s own heart. I am certain our Professor will return. Though she may have questions about Catherine and her disappearance. You seem a bit out of sorts, Mr. De Ville. Is there anything I can do to assist you?”

“You have eyes everywhere, Sister Maria. Do what you do best. But stay out of my way.”

“Gladly,” Sister Maria answers, closing the door on him.

-

“Miss Watson?” the nurse asks, peeking her head into the room. “There’s a man who wishes to speak with you. A Mr. Phil Coulson. He’s signed in at the lobby but he wanted to speak with you in person. I told him I would ask as I know you are still healing.”

“Phil Coulson?” Mary Jane asks. “I don’t know him.”

“Then I’ll tell him to go. You need your rest.”

“MJ, he’s… I think he’s,” Peter mutters, fumbling with his phone to search, his eyebrows knitting in concentration. “Sons of Danvers.”

They share a look, with MJ nodding to the nurse.

“You can bring him up.”

“Are you sure?” the nurse asks.

“Positive.”

“Alright. I’ll be back in a bit.”

Peter leans back in his chair, taking MJ’s hand and giving it a squeeze.

“He’s come a long way,” Peter mumbles. “But it must be for something. Maybe he’s seen your content.”

“I’m not his audience.”

They are interrupted by a man wearing a black suit, a kind smile on his face when he knocks on the open door.

“Ah, Miss Watson, it is a pleasure to meet you. I know this is short notice so I apologize for my intrusion. Phil Coulson.”

“I’m Peter,” Peter speaks up, standing as he offers his hand for Phil to shake. As he accepts, Phil gazes over at MJ’s freshly bandaged arm.

“I assure you the reason for my visit is to wish you good health. My daughter follows your content. Inhales it, I swear. She can’t get enough.”

“Oh,” Mary Jane says with a shy smile. “Thanks.”

“My organization has been very interested in your work. I’m from the Sons of Danvers. You may have heard of it.”

“I’ve read about it. A historical society.”

“Historical and genealogical. I do love history. In fact, it is why I’m here. To aid you in your search, Miss Watson. I believe I can be of service.”

“How did you find me?”

Phil smiles, nodding at her question.

“Ah, yes. The million dollar question. Centuries ago, an index was created to track certain women of a colony on the East Coast. It has been updated throughout history. The original index is within the Sons of Danvers hall. Under lock and key. It is where I found you, Miss Watson.”

“What index are you talking about?”

Phil lowers himself down onto a chair, motioning for Peter to take a seat.

“Your last name is common as well as your first. But the origins of your family lineage… those, I’m afraid, are not common. They can be traced very well. Right back to Danvers itself. You’re exploring the very fabric of your life, Mary Jane. You are to be commended. I simply wish to help guide you in any way I can with your quest for knowledge.”

“What about my family?”

“Your bite,” Phil continues, ignoring her question. “The infection would have killed you by now. Imagine my surprise to find that you were alive. Thriving, at that.”

“I rarely get sick so…” Mary Jane trails off, gazing at her arm. “I’m lucky.”

“You have no idea how lucky you are. But what brings you here besides chasing folklore?”

“Nothing else,” Mary Jane replies. “I’d heard stories about this place. The brothers who founded it out of nothing. The secret societies, the legends of -”

“It wasn’t nothing,” Phil counters. “The brothers worked together to make Brefine a prestigious institution. And it appears that the Dean has secured a respected professor to teach the next leaders of the world. A cousin of yours, am I right?”

“Right,” Mary Jane answers. “At least, that’s what the spit test told me.”

“It goes much deeper than that, doesn’t it, Mary Jane? I’m sure you feel a kinship with this professor.”

“Actually, she hates me. So that little introduction was a fluke. Sorry to burst your bubble.”

“What a shame. I’ve never had the pleasure of meeting this professor. I’d like to.”

“Well, you know where she works. Send her my regards.”

“Perhaps I will. Well, here’s my card, Mary Jane Watson,” Phil finalizes, placing a business card on the table. “We’ll be in touch. Don’t hesitate to call me if you have any questions or need any assistance.”

Before she has a chance to answer, Phil stands, giving her a nod before heading out the door.

-

The chapel is smaller than you thought, a few pews on each side with barely enough room for you to walk down the aisle. Sister Maria is deep in prayer, her head bowed while you stop in your tracks. There isn’t anywhere else you want to go, the car dropping you off under the threat of rain that made you beeline for the closest shelter. Walter has tried to contact you twice, finally sending you a message that he wants to talk about a potential residence but that it will take time.

You don’t want time.

You want to get out.

The only person that you think will understand is Sister Maria, who keeps her head bowed as she speaks to you.

“He’s looking for you.”

“I know,” you answer, exhaling slowly. “I just need some time to myself.”

“I can leave if you like. It will be between you and God.”

“No,” comes your hasty reply, not wanting her to leave you. “I just… it’s been a lot the last night or so. Feels like eternity.”

“This place can have that effect on you. All time seems to standstill.”

“What do you think of Mr. De Ville?” you ask, taking another step closer. “You don’t seem like you like him very much.”

“I know things about him. Unpleasant things. None of which I want to share with you. All in due time, of course.”

“Unpleasantness? You aren’t going to tell me? Why is everything so secretive? It’s irritating,” you huff, nearly tossing yourself down onto the pew. “I get his assistants are awkward and a little elitist but I thought I’d have a fresh start. I was looking forward to getting to welcome the students back and now I just…”

“Want to go back?” Sister Maria asks, her head turning to look over her shoulder at you. “Why did you come? Were things that dire in the States?”

“Fresh start.”

“Yes,” she answers slowly. “So you’ve told me. What’s the real truth? You’re in a safe space.”

“I was fine,” you begin, looking at your hands that are folded in your lap. “I was teaching at a new school and I thought everything was fine. This man came up to my car once, claiming he was a historian. I didn’t give it much thought but he insisted he knew me and I’d never seen him before in my life. He was adamant that he’d known my family and kept asking me questions about my mother and grandmother. I told him I didn’t want to share my personal information and he left.”

Sister Maria stands, her face filled with concern.

“Go on.”

“He just kept saying he knows my family and that it was so good to have me back. Then it wasn’t just him. More people would find me. At the grocery store. At the movies. Nice but weird. My mom had never met them before. My grandmother never mentioned them. I started applying for jobs under different names because they always seemed to find me. So finally, I just… I got this offer and I left.”

“Who is they?” she prods.

You nibble at your lip for a moment. It’s a safe space. You can trust her, even if saying the name out loud makes you feel they will find you eventually.

“The Sons of Danvers.”

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[princessphilly]

@the-slumberparty

My first offering, including “bouquet of flowers”, diamond necklace” and “leather cuffs”

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When most people thought of dominance and submission, they assumed leather cuffs, paddles, and crops. All black, pain, tears, mainly the sadism and masochism side of BDSM. At times, totally unrelated to dominance and submission.

A diamond necklace around your neck, a bouquet of flowers clutched in a metal hand, those did not signal dominance and submission to those who were looking for bright clues. It was rather vanilla to the casual observer.

Shivers went through your body as you knew what was to come. The rose trailing over your body, soft petals intermixed with the hard thorns. Nothing but the diamond necklace on as you submitted to your Soldier.

It was total bliss, meant for just two to know.

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[artemisthewh0re]

GOOD FATHER

Bucky Barnes x Pregnant Black Reader

Warnings: PTSD, Nightmares, Fluffy fluff, talks of parenthood and pregnancy

AN: This is super short because my brain is dying

The open bedroom window of your tiny apartment brings in a small breeze, the curtains fluttering in the pale moonlight. You lay in bed next to your husband, James, sprawled across him. Arms and legs are entangled every which way in a somewhat comfortable position.Your large pregnant belly usually makes sleeping together a difficult tango, but a long day of working on the nursery and appointments was enough to put you both to sleep within minutes.Just as your dreams about blood-sucking unicorns start to form, you are abruptly pulled out of sleep by Bucky’s heaving breathing and semi-wet sheets on his side of the bed.

“Babe?” you question, sleep still heavy on your eyelids. His response never comes, instead, he sits up in the bed.

“Are you okay?” You rise up next to him, struggling slightly with your bump.

“Just a bad dream,” he sighs, running his hands through his hair. His face is contorted with anguish and frustration. You try your best to comfort him by rubbing his back, but to no avail. “How am I supposed to be a good father like this? I can barely get any sleep. How am I gonna help you?”

“We’ll get through it just like we’ve been doing. You’re getting better honey. You used to wake up screaming and now you just get startled.” You place a kiss on his shoulder and another on his cheek. Bucky brings his head to yours, his metal arm finds its way to your belly. There’s a long silence before Bucky lays his metal hand on your belly. The baby inside you stirs a little from the sudden cold contact. A smile creeps across both your faces from the movement.

“We’re going to be okay, Buck.”

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[dyinglikenarcissus]

Epilogue

Oh my god this is it!

Warnings: 18+ all of the warnings! Smut, loss of pregnancy (not really loss of unborn child), abortion, infertility, hospital setting, cannon level violence (Peggy finally gets decked), dom/sub behavior, choking, breeding, our favorite trio gets pets! And Steve and Bucky start to figure out them

Please don’t copy or repost my work, thanks! Plagiarism is rude

Comments, likes, and reblogs are always appreciated ☺️

Thank you so much for reading and sticking with me, supporting me, giving me ideas, rereading and sharing after all this time. I couldn’t have done this without you! I hope to still write for these little love bugs but the main story is officially done

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Bucky groans on top of you. All of his big muscles straining as he stretches you in the most intimate way. Your arms are perfectly arranged around those thick biceps that you can’t help but squeeze gently at his olive skin. You hear his metal arm whirl softly as he adjusts his bulk over you.

You let out a soft whimper as his dick twitches inside of you and you clench involuntarily. “Fuck,” Bucky growls and strokes in and out of you earning a noise of disappointment from Steve.

“She keeps squeezing me,” he argues, burying his face in your shoulder.

“I’m sorry,” you smile, stroking the hair at the back of his head.

“I thought you liked having your cock warmed,” Steve goads and waits for the two of you to get back into position.

“Not like this,” Bucky grumbles and looks down at you, perfectly placed to fuck your brains out if it wasn’t for Steve’s art project. “She’s too tempting like this.” You feel your face heat at the comment. “Can’t you just take a picture?”

“Wouldn’t look natural,” Steve mutters and his pencil starts scratching at the page again. He’s been at this for almost an hour. Steve came home from his jog to find the two of you in the exact position you’ve been holding since he decided he wanted to capture it on paper. Your back arched off the bed, Bucky’s metal hand comfortably wrapped around your throat, his dick buried as far into you as he could reach as he fucked you into the bed.

The mood changed though the moment your second husband told you to be still. It was far more sensual, you felt every groove of Bucky’s large cock keeping you held open as you had no choice but to study his features. He’d changed so much while he was away yet he was still the same man you fell for back in college.

You contemplate Bucky’s beautiful blue eyes while Steve walked over and arranged your hands in such a way as to show case the contrast of your skin tones. He tilted Bucky’s leg so the place where he disappeared into you was visible. He turned both your heads so your best features we on display. And then he told you to hold it.

“It’ll be worth it when he’s done,” you sooth, tangling your fingers in his hair again.

“I just can’t believe you put up with this shit,” Bucky grumbles obviously referring to the artwork around the room showcasing you in compromising positions.

“I don’t question the artist,” you smile.

“Sweetness, make that face you make when you cum,” Steve requests.

“Like this?” You stick out you tongue and cross your eyes doing your best impression of a porn star and making Bucky fall into laughter.

Your joke earns you a swift spanking from Steve. “Fine. I’ll do it myself,” he huffs and crawls into the bed beside Bucky. “Don’t move your hand,” Steve instructs as he pulls Bucky into a seated position on your hips and you instantly cry out, his cock pressing against that spot inside you that makes you weak. “Fuck her. But slow.”

“Slow, huh?” Bucky smirks and rolls his hips into you making you cry out at the constant friction.

“Perfect,” Steve praises. “You look so beautiful, sweetheart. My little princess.” But your cries and whines drown out his praises.

“Isn’t she just a fucking doll?” Bucky agrees and grinds against that spot making you scream.

“That’s it, Buck,” Steve grins. “That’s the face I want.”

“So, you like when I make her do that?” Bucky asks and grinds against you again making you writhe under.

“Don’t move,” Steve barks at you.

“I c-can’t-“ you whimper but you earn another spanking from Bucky this time.

“You heard the man,” he reiterates. “Don’t. Move.” He punctuates his words with deep strokes.

It’s too much. You claw at Bucky’s arm and clench around him so tightly he lets out a deep moan and grabs your throat a little harder as a warning.

“Almost done, princess,” Steve assures you but you barely register it. You’re so close to your breaking point.

“Ple-Bucky! P-please!” You cry. Tears slip down your face to further dampen your sweat drenched hair. Your begging falls on deaf ears as Bucky continues his slow torture.

“Steve, I don’t know how much more of this I can take. She’s got me like a vice,” he groans letting up slightly on your throat as you start to wheeze.

“Done,” Steve announces and Bucky instantly hammers into you. All those tight muscles released on your body, just for you. Your nails grip his shoulders as you tug him back down over your chest as his thrusts get sloppy and desperate.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He growls as you cum squeezing him into cumming with you.

The two of you are a panting, boneless heap as you both fight off the orgasm daze. Bucky lets out a soft satisfied hum and nuzzles his face into your neck. “Love you so much, doll.” His voice rumbles through you making you grin and rake your fingers through his long hair.

“Love you, my Bucky.”

You feel the bed dip at your side as Steve crawls closer to the two of you and presses a kiss to your temple.

“Mmm you are so good for me,” he hums against your skin.

“Love you, Stevie,” you preen at his praise carding a hand through his hair.

“What made you get all artsy today?” Bucky asks making himself comfortable between your breasts.

He just shrugs and uses his knees as a table to support his sketch pad as he adds in finer details.

“He likes to watch us fuck,” Bucky laughs softly.

“You two just look so pretty while you do it,” Steve mutters making you press your body up to see his work.

“He thinks you’re pretty, Bucky,” you smile, tangling your fingers in his long hair.

“I think he’s pretty, too,” Bucky smirks and squeezes Steve’s thigh. “Shame I can’t draw or there’d be pictures of him fucking you all over the place. Oh wait, there are!” The statement makes Steve smile despite his concentration. Bucky’s love of photographing you naked just extended to Steve when he came home. His favorite was when he caught Steve railing you over your car’s hood. He had it blown up and hung it in the garage “so everyone knows that cars go here” he stated while admiring his work.

Drawings and photos of you alone dominated the bedroom but the rest of the house was filled of you and your husbands. So much so that all of your friends refuse to come to your house anymore.

You groan softly at Bucky’s weight on your chest and he shifts down to your stomach.

“Too heavy, doll?” All concern

“My boobs have just been super sore lately.”

“Period,” both men chant before you can say anything else.

“You better get in here while you can, Stevie,” Bucky smirks spanking your thigh.

“You think I’m scared of a little blood?” Steve grins but drops his sketch pad on the bed anyway. “But I’ll never say no to my sweet girl. Get out of the way.” You giggle as Steve crowds out Bucky.

“He can get his fill of your nice wet pussy full of my cum,” Bucky groans but rolls to the side of you.

“I gotta fuck him out of you,” Steve smirks and kisses you softly. “Turn over for me, sweetness.” You smile and follow his lead. “Look at that pretty looking pussy, just dripping with cum. You have space for a little more?”

“Yes, Stevie,” you moan as he runs the tip of his dick up and down your slit.

“You’re so sensitive, huh? Bucky was so rough with you.” You whine into the pillow while he continues to tease you.

“Answer him, doll. Was I too rough with you?” God, it's too early for this! They always do this to you. There is no right answer, they just want you to pick a side so the other one can punish you. The longer you take to answer, the worse it’ll be. Steve grips your braids and tugs you up against his chest so Bucky and wrap his metal hand around your throat once more. “I asked you a question, doll.”

“N-no, Bucky. You weren’t-you weren’t too rough…” you whisper as his grip tightens.

His bright blue eyes rank down your naked body before meeting your gaze. “You’re lying,” he smirks, “but since you think you can take some more, Stevie can destroy you all over again.”

They both release you at the same time, letting you fall back onto the bed with a soft cry of surprise.

Never a right answer.

Steve hums and presses into you making you let out a sharp gasp. There’s almost no resistance as he uses Bucky’s cum as lube, the vulgar sound of him entering you fills the room. Your already abused pussy taking another beating. “Even after being stretched for so long, you’re still so tight,” he groans, pausing so you can adjust around him. “Fuck, you’re so good for me.” You let out a pleased noise right before crying as he pounds into you. “So fucking good.”

You whine into the pillow, clawing the sheets around you as you feel your insides tighten around him.

Steve spanks you roughly making you scream before pressing deep into you cervix and his head brushes that spot deep inside of you.

You hear a distant shutter sound and know Bucky is documenting all of this.

“Arch your back a little more, doll,” he instructs and you attempt to comply as Steve destroys your insides.

“Steve!” You cry and clench around him as your core tries to hold on to him.

“Don’t you dare cum!” Steve barks and grinds against that spot harshly.

It’s so much. You’re already so sensitive. “I-please, Stevie! I’m so close,” you mutter into the pillow. He can’t understand you and even if he could, he’d ignore you. You press up onto your elbows to catch your breath. “Please, Stevie! More!” You demand as his thrust become more persistent. Bucky pulls you into a kiss, distracting you from Steve’s wondering hand. You groan into your first husband’s lips when you feels an expert finger circle you clit. You squeeze Steve with all you have but he only grits out a demanding “hold it”.

You don’t know if you can. It feels like torture. Pleasurable, hot, mind numbing torture.

“You’re gonna break her, Stevie,” you hear Bucky warn against your lips.

“She needs to be broken every once in a while,” Steve snarks before spanking you. “Don’t you, sweets? You can take everything I give you.”

“Yes, St-eeee!” You cry as he grinds into your clit and that soft spot inside of you.

“Fuck!” Steve groans as you clinch. That’s it. You can’t stop it anymore. “Let go, princess.” His command is all you need before collapsing on Bucky in a spasming mess.

Your senses stall for a moment before you feel your insides being pumped with Steve’s essence. “That’s it, princess,” Steve mutters rubbing your hips as he empties himself. “So good for me. You did so good.”

You feel a set of arms hold you against their chest. You’re pretty sure they’re Bucky’s but you’re too tired to care.

They’re both menaces. Absolute heathens.

But you loved them so much.

“I think I like this one,” Bucky mutters showing Steve his camera’s screen.

“Damn. Is my ass that big?”

“Yes,” both you and Bucky respond with matching grins.

“It’s America’s ass,” Bucky laughs and you hear him smack Steve’s porcelain white butt making you giggle.

“How’s it feel, Stevie?” You goad curling into Bucky’s embrace.

“Keep it up, princess. I’ll leave you with dried cum all over your ass,” Steve threatens half heartedly.

You dozed off while they moved around you, cleaned you up and placed you in a comfortable position.

You wake up alone to the smell of breakfast from downstairs. You moan at the prospect of food. You didn’t realize how hungry you were. You pull on one of Bucky’s shirts. Even after a year of having him back you just haven’t grown out of the habit. Bucky makes fun of you and Steve because of it. He says it’s because you and Steve wear the same size shirt so they just aren’t comfortable. In reality, you just still find so much comfort from Bucky’s scent.

“There she is,” Steve grins when you walk into the kitchen.

“I’m amazed you’re walking, doll. I was about to have Stevie bring you your breakfast,” Bucky grins before placing a kiss on your forehead.

“I don’t think the pain has kicked in yet,” you smile before pecking Steve on the cheek.

“Delayed onset muscle soreness is a serious problem, princess,” Steve jokes before tugging a bar stool out for you.

“How do omelets sound?” Bucky asks already in the thick of cooking. He’ll make you something else in a heartbeat but you almost never ask. You’re just happy he’s home to cook and will take anything he offers.

“Omelets are perfect,” you sigh and rest your head on your hands. Steve and Bucky talk while you scroll through your phone. Their subtle flirting running each sentence. They’re cute. You know they’re still figuring that out but you love catching them curled up on the couch together or waking up to see Steve’s hand found Bucky’s in his sleep.

“Egg white, turkey, and spinach for the blond,” Bucky announces placing a plate in front of Steve.

“Are you cutting?” You wonder noticing his clean meal.

“No, Bucky is so he’s making me do it, too,” Steve groans and dices his food with a fork.

“And shrimp and scallions for my doll.”

“Thank you, Bucky,” you grin as he hands you a plate. You take one bite and something is immediately off. It smell delicious and tastes even better but your body feels like it’s going to reject anything else.

“What’s wrong?” Steve asks the second you drop your fork.

“I can make you something else,” Bucky offers.

You shake your head but simply tug out your phone to find something to distract you from your stomach cramps. “My stomach just feels weird,” you mutter and sip on your water.

You can tell Steve and Bucky are having a silent conversation above you without even looking up.

“Give me that,” Steve sighs and plucks your phone from your fingers. You don’t even bother protesting. You really feel like you’re going to throw up so you just attempt to stay as still as possible. “Have you been keeping up with your period tracker?”

“Of course,” you whisper dropping your face in your hands. You were trying to have a baby. Your fertility doctor gave you strict orders to track your cycle and symptoms and you were doing a great job. Updating your cycle app every night like clockwork.

“Princess, you haven’t had a period in two months.”

Oh my god!

That sends you running to the bathroom to evacuate the contents of your stomach.

Oh my god…

You and Steve spent almost a year trying on your own then another with Bucky and still no luck so you sought professional help.

To no one’s surprise, Bucky was functioning perfectly. Had enough swimmers to impregnate the entire eastern seaboard. Steve, on the other hand, was lagging slightly behind. He was put on a low dose of hormones and sent on his way. The doctor attributed to his bad health as a child and steroid therapy. Still, perfectly normal. But you…

Low egg count, irregular ovulation cycle, hormone imbalances. Name it, you probably had it. That doctor’s appointment left you reeling. You spent the rest of the day in tears thinking you weren’t good enough for your husbands. That you weren’t woman enough to perform the most basic female functions.

It took them a long time to walk you back off that cliff.

But you were two months late. You were throwing up your breakfast. Your tits were so sore. You stare at the toilet bowl trying to put all the pieces together but you weren’t left alone for long.

Bucky kneels next to you and rubs your back. Steve hovers nearby but keeps his distance.

You know what’s on both of their minds.

“Can I have my phone?” You ask. Steve hands you the device and you tap away at it while leaning against the toilet. “I made a doctor’s appointment…”

“There’s still some tests upstairs,” Bucky reminds you. You nod and stand up shakily.

“Whatever the result is, I don’t want us to get our hopes up,” you warn before stepping into the bathroom upstairs. “The doctor’s appointment will be the deciding factor.”

“I agree,” Steve nods, thick arms crossed across his chest in deep thought.

“I’m getting my hopes up. I don’t care what you two do,” Bucky smirks and kisses your cheek. You can’t help but smile at his optimism. “Go on, doll. Quit keeping us in suspense.”

You nod and disappear into the bathroom.

You’d prayed for this moment. Begged anyone who was listening for just one baby. Now you tapped your nail nervously against the sink counter waiting for the little LED screen to show you your future.

You emerge from the bathroom with two sets of blue eyes honed on you. You can’t help but smile at them and Steve instantly scoops you into his arms.

“It’s a ‘yes’?” Bucky asks in disbelief.

You nod into Steve’s shoulder. “It’s a ‘yes’,” you cry, happy tears stream down your face.

Bucky pulls you from Steve’s grasp and cradles you to his chest. “We’re having a baby,” he mutters into your hair.

You can’t even describe your joy.

Fuck what the doctor says. You were having a baby!

Steve has already settled on names for if it’s a boy or a girl. Bucky had all the baby furniture you could dream of on his wish list. You already picked out the bedroom you wanted for the nursery and how you were going to decorate it.

All you needed was a doctor’s confirmation to put it all into motion.

You laid on a papered bed while a woman pressed an ultrasound device to your abdomen. Bucky and Steve watch the screen in rapt attention while she explores your insides. You know she can’t tell you anything without the doctor but when Bucky lights up a something on the screen and a grin spreads across Steve’s face you know she’s found it.

But when the doctor stepped into the room, he didn’t look happy at all.

“I was hoping to have better news…” he starts taking a seat in the empty chair across from you. “You’re pregnant. But it’s ectopic.”

Your hands find your mouth instantly. You’d dealt with enough animal pregnancies to know what that meant.

Steve asks something but you can’t even focus long enough to hear it.

You were going to lose your baby.

The one you’d already fallen so in love with. The one that had already cemented a place in your home and in your hearts.

“Mrs. Barnes-Rogers,” the doctor says, snapping your gaze back up to him. “I know you’ve been trying for a very long time. I recommend getting a second opinion but don’t wait. We’re lucky we caught it early. I couple more weeks and we’d have to remove the entire fallopian tube. I know a few doctors that can get you in within the next couple of days.” You nod. “I’m so sorry,” he continues. “None of this is your fault. It happens in women with infertility issues. Please don’t blame yourself.” You nod again.

Bucky takes the list of recommended treatments and doctors and Steve asks the tough questions.

“What does the treatment look like? How long will it take? How will it effect her mentally? What can we do to prevent this from happening again?” The doctor answers them all in professional procession despite your husband’s growing irritation. A few tears slip from your eyes and Bucky grips your hand but you remain silent.

There’s nothing to say.

Once again your body was failing you.

By the time you’re in the car, Bucky made an appointment for the next day for another ob/gyn across town.

The three of you sit in the car in silence for a moment. You in the front seat and Steve driving with Bucky sitting behind you.

“Sweetheart-“ You hold up your hand to stop any further words. You don’t want to hear it. You just want to go home. Bucky lets out a huff of irritation and Steve starts the car.

It’s a long and quiet couple of days. You shut down mentally. You haven’t eaten a proper meal in days because your stomach is still rejecting food but now the cramps and the bleeding make it worse. Bucky does what he can to keep you comfortable but he stays quiet. Steve wants to talk it out, as usual, but you’re uninterested in any of it.

By the end of the week, you were given a prescription and sent home with orders to go to emergency if anything off of the list of side effects was felt.

You read over the directions for the tenth time from the back seat as Bucky drives the three of you home. It’s quiet in the car. Steve has seemingly given up for the day as he stares at his phone. And Bucky doesn’t tend to listen to anything while he drives so you’re just left with your thoughts.

“What is she doing here?” Bucky mutters as the car approaches your driveway. You crane your neck to see who he’s talking about. Nat and Wanda would always call before coming and Carol and Maria were in the Caribbean for some convention. There were no other she’s that would just pop up unannounced.

Until you saw a perfectly styled head of brunette hair.

“No,” you whisper. Not today. You didn’t have the strength today. Bucky’s glare lands on Steve but the blond looks just as shocked as you two.

Peggy leans against the gate around your property, a sporty red car is parked not far from her. She’s wrapping a stunning blue coat and if she didn’t look so good you’d jump out of the car and cram her face into your perfectly manicured lawn.

“Steve,” you whine at the man wanting him to fix the problem before it’s even started.

“I know. I’ll handle it,” he sighs as Bucky slows the car.

“Peggy,” Bucky sneers after rolling down the window.

“James,” she nods. “So the rumors are true?”

“Back from the dead,” Bucky quips. “No grave could hold my body down.”

“Well I’m glad you’re back. Your wife missed you.”

God, this woman. She knew you married Steve in Bucky’s absence. She just couldn’t stay out of your lives.

“Peggy, what are you doing here?” Steve sighs.

“Well, I wanted to talk, clear the air between us, really. So I flew out and rented this car but the meters are broken and it ran out of petrol as soon as I parked.”

“We call it ‘gasoline’ here, Peg,” Bucky sneers earning a sideways glance from the woman. Steve gets out of the car, being the hero he is, and attempts to diagnose the situation.

He returns to the driver’s side of the car and leans into the window. “Buck, would you mind taking her to the gas station.”

“Yes, I would very much mind,” Bucky frowns. “I’ll call her AAA but I’m not letting her in this car.”

You scoff and cross your arms. “I wouldn’t even do that.”

“Princess,” Steve attempts to scold you but you’ve had enough. You lost your baby and now you had to be subjected to this woman.

“No, Steve. She has a phone. She could’ve called you. She could’ve called a tow. She just want wants to talk shit! She’s talked shit about Bucky. She’s talked shit about me. She’s talked shit about you! Why would any of us want to help her?”

Steve’s eyes narrowed and you just knew you were about to be berated but what comes out of his mouth shocks you.

“What did she say about you?”

You take a deep breath and cross your arms over your chest. “Ask her yourself.”

Steve takes a step back from the car and turns on the brunette. “What did you say about my wife?”

“I don’t know what she’s talking about,” Peggy frowns.

Oh, now she doesn’t know? You step out of the car, ignoring Bucky’s protests.

“I designed Pepper’s house so we got close. We talk. And she told me all about what you and Howard would giggle about when you thought no one was listening,” you accuse. Her eyes widen fractionally and you know you’ve got her. “Now tell him what you said about me.”

“The man is dead! And that was in confidence-“

“Pepper was standing three feet away from your ‘confidence’!” You shout. “And he never said it. You did!”

She frowns and all that you thought that was pretty about her when you first saw her fades. “Fine. I said that this desperate little woman-“

“Oh, you used much bigger words than that. Don’t dumb it down for us. We’re adults,” you spit.

Peggy actually scowls at you. You want to back down but you hear the car door open and Bucky steps out behind you, making you feel just a little bit stronger.

The last thing you wanted today was a fight but you’ll snatch a wig in a second now. And it didn’t help that your hormones were off the charts.

“I said,” she reiterates calmly, “that this desperate little black bitch has white man syndrome and that’s the only reason she’ll put up with a couple of dogs like James and Steve.”

“That’s what I fucking thought,” you bark and grip her roots, bringing her down to your level. She lets out a squeak of surprise but you know she’s combat trained so you have to act fast. A quick knee to the groin and boob punch has her on the ground before she can even register it.

Natasha would be so proud.

You squat down to where she’s doubled over, clutching her chest, tears streaming down her face.

God, you wish you could get a picture of this. “This desperate little black bitch is going to take her two white men and get back in her fully fueled white car and go into her beautiful white home and never see or hear of you again.”

You stand up and walk back to your door. Bucky opens it seamlessly for you and gets back into the car himself.

Steve lets out one of those world weary sighs before shaking his head and turning toward the car too.

“Steve,” Peggy calls weakly, standing up a little straighter. He just gives her a sideways glance and holds up his hand.

“If you aren’t off my property in thirty minutes, I’m calling the police.” He gets back in the car and the gate opens and closes behind you. Then the garage door. And there’s so much silence.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, the adrenaline wearing off far too quickly and leaving you a shaking mess.

“That was fucking awesome, doll. Don’t ever apologize for that,” Bucky smirks, watching you through the rear view mirror.

“Bucky,” Steve scolds. “Sweetheart, violence is never the answer.”

“Whatever, punk. I’ve seen you beat a man with the butt of a rifle but ‘violence is never the answer’,” Bucky mocks and gets out of the car.

“Not for our princess,” he argues and exits the car as well before opening your door.

“She’s been around us for too long,” Bucky grins. “I never taught you that boob punch thing, though.”

“That was all Nat,” you smile despite almost wanting to throw up from nerves.

“We should have them over for dinner soon. I need to thank her in person,” Bucky muses before leading you upstairs.

Steve lags behind the two of you but you feel his eyes on you.

Once in the comfort of your bedroom, you start to strip in front of the bed, wanting more comfortable clothes now that you were home. Bucky wordlessly hands you the shirt he was just wearing and you tug it on half way when you notice Steve contemplating at you.

You sigh and hang up the dress you were just wearing. “Stevie, I know you’re mad-“

“It’s weird,” he interrupts. “I’m not mad. I keep thinking I should be but I’m just not.” Bucky quirks an eyebrow at his friend as he pulls on a pair of sweats.

“I’m just really turned on.”

“Oh shit,” Bucky grins and jumps on the bed to sit and watch.

“What?” You laugh in disbelief.

“I’ve never seen you like that and I just really want you.”

“So you want her to spank you now?” Bucky laughs before lounging across the bed to watch the interaction.

“Bucky,” you scold before stepping up to your second husband. “Is that what you want? You want me to spank you, Stevie?” You ask jokingly. “I’m sorry for what I did. But she had it coming for her.”

“She’s had it coming for years,” Bucky adds.

“Yeah, I guess I just put my blinders on with her for too long. I’m sorry. She hurt you. She hurt Buck.”

“She really hurt me but you’re not ready for that,” Bucky sighs.

“No, I am. I’m listening,” Steve nods and pulls you toward the bed with Bucky. “Let me have it.”

“Really?” Bucky asks, sitting up to face the blond.

“Yes. I spent too fucking long ignoring you because I thought you were jealous or something. And now here we are, in love with the same woman but I’m still protecting her and I don’t know why. So, give it to me.”

Bucky gives Steve a hard look before laying into all the shit Peggy put him through since her and Steve met in basic training. You just watched on in stunned silence.

“And then right before I was deployed, she told me I was a fucking coward for getting married. Said I was scared no one would be left to mourn me because you were only my friend out of guilt.”

Bucky seethes for a moment while the three of you sit in silence.

“Buck, I am so so sorry. I wish I could say I didn’t see it but I did. I just choose to ignore it because I’m a shit friend. I thought I was in love but I was just a fucking mess.”

“Don’t. Please don’t beat yourself up,” Bucky sighs. “You’re the most amazing person I know. Well, after my doll.” He squeezes your knee before pulling you down into his chest.

You smile and take Steve’s hand, pressing a kiss to his palm.

“You too, princess. You tried to warn me, too.”

“I didn’t create the ‘we hate Peggy club’ though. That was all Bucky,” you smile. “But after hearing all that, I really really want to go out there and punch her again.”

“I’m tempted to let you,” Steve smirks pulling you into a kiss.

“Fuck, I’ll carry you back out there, doll,” Bucky groans.

Steve hums against your lips and grips your hip. “You need to take your meds,” he mumbles, pulling away slightly.

You close your eyes in irritation. You were happy to be free of the thoughts for a couple of hours.

“Okay,” you whisper.

“Hey,” Steve calls pulling you close once more. “I love you so much. My love for you doesn’t end with a baby. I wanted you long before I even thought of that. I just want you happy and healthy.”

You nod and let Bucky squeeze you around the middle.

“I love you, doll,” Bucky sighs. “Just want you to feel better. We can still fill this place with animals.”

You smile at his comment and Steve’s disdain at the idea. You pull away from them and place kisses on both their cheeks. “I love you both so much,” you whisper and pick your way back downstairs.

Two weeks later, after you’re completely cleared by your doctor, Steve takes you to the animal shelter at Bucky’s request. He thought you two could use an outing after the whole baby and Peggy ordeal. It was true. You stopped communicating and it was still awkward. You needed some time together.

And Steve really wanted to make sure you didn’t bring home “ten cats, five dogs, and a ferret” as he said it.

“Oh, look at that one!” You exclaim for the twelfth time at yet another cat. You’d yet to leave the cat room.

You wanna cuddle all of them!

Steve suppresses an eye roll as he presses you onward.

“I love them all,” you whisper taking his hand and giving him a pleading look.

“One,” Steve reiterates.

“But what if they’re siblings. I can’t split them up.”

“Then no siblings. That helps reduce your options.” You pout but continue looking.

“Oh, Stevie,” you cry rushing over to a cage at the end of the row. “Snowball?” You smile reading the name above the cage of a small white kitten. Female, 4 months. “She’s so tiny and fuzzy!” The kitten screams at you while attempting to claw the cage.

“Seems a little angry,” Steve comments watching the little cat as she attempts to make herself look big and intimating.

“She’s perfect! Excuse me!” You flag down one of the volunteers. “Can you tell us about this one?”

Soon the woman is pulling the kitten’s adoption papers while you remain a ball of happiness cuddling your new kitten.

“Before you do that, can we look at the dogs?” Steve requests, tugging your hand.

“Of course! Take your time,” the volunteers grins and takes the cat back before she continues to the front desk.

“Oh, sweetness! Look at that one!” Steve gasps immediately after stepping into the chorus of barking. You giggle and follow him to a golden lab that seemed to be trying to tunnel his way out of his kennel.

You smirk and glance up at your husband who’s instantly in love. “Seems flighty,” you joke watching the dog be distracted by it’s own tail. “Roscoe. Male. 8 month old lab mix. ‘I like running and chasing birds and balls. My favorite snack is peanut butter. I get along with children and cats’.”

“He’s perfect,” Steve smiles making you laugh.

“Where’s the animal?” Bucky asks when you return home and jump into his arms.

“They’ll be ready in a week. They have to get fixed and shots and all that,” Steve sighs, bending down to slip off your shoes.

“They?” Bucky asks, holding you a little tighter.

“It’s a surprise,” you smile.

“No way! If I knew you two were gonna keep secrets I would’ve gone with you,” he frowns. Bucky places you back down on your feet with a pleading look, “Just a hint?”

“Nope,” you giggle and head upstairs.

“Steve,” Bucky begs, changing tactics.

“Mom said ‘no’,” Steve grins.

“You two are terrible,” Bucky frowns and falls back on the couch.

“Thank you for today, Stevie,” you smile once the two of you are in your room.

“You don’t have to thank me for this,” he grins but pulls you into his embrace anyway. “You know I love seeing you light up when you get to talk about your animals. Now I’ll get to see it every day.”

“You’re going to be a doggy dad,” you giggle and kiss him. Steve pulls you closer to him, deepening his kiss until you feel dizzy.

“Need you,” Steve mutters against your lips. You nod and jump into his arms to let him carry you to the bed. He drops you on the bed and unzips your dress. “I love you so much,” Steve mutters before pressing your sleeves down your shoulders to expose your chest. “My sweet sweet girl.” You smile at his praise and open your legs so he can slip between them. “Need in you.” You nod and grip his shirt collar pulling him down over your body.

He quickly unbuttons his shirt and pants and they’re tossed somewhere out of sight. Your panties go in the same direction leaving you tangled in your dress. Trapped.

Just how he wants you.

You pull him into a kiss and he quickly slides into your core making you cry out. Your whines bounce around the room as he pumps into you. “You’re so good for me. So perfect,” Steve grunts in your ear. “I love those cute little noises you make but you’re gonna make Bucky come up here if you don’t quiet down,” Steve warns making you smile. Sometimes he just wants you to himself. Bucky was always willing to share but Steve got selfish every once in a while.

And you always enjoyed it. It was thrilling. Like you were sneaking around behind your husband’s back.

But sometimes, you wanted a different kind go thrill.

“What if I want him up here?” You breathe with a small smirk.

“Excuse me?” Steve stops the second the words leave your lips and levels a glare at you. Sometimes you felt a little mischievous.

“Bucky! Bucky, bab-“ Steve stops you with a hand to your mouth.

“Don’t you dare call him up here,” he hisses making you smile under his hand. “I thought you were my good girl. Don’t you want to be my good girl?”

You nip his hand lightly. Not enough to hurt but just enough to shock him enough to pull his hand away.

“Bucky!” You begin to cry again.

“I’m comin’!” You hear him shout from somewhere in the house making you give Steve a satisfied smirk.

“You are a terrible wife,” Steve frowns but you only laugh at his distress.

“I miss my other husband,” you attempt to rationalize but you can’t keep the smile off your face.

“‘Miss your other husband’ my ass,” Steve grumbles and continues to fuck you much more roughly that before.

“What’d you call me in here for? To watch you fuck?” You hear Bucky groan from the door.

“Bucky, baby,” you cry against the building orgasm Steve is giving you as you reach for him.

“Yeah, doll?” Bucky sighs and lays next to you, squeezing your bouncing breast.

“Stevie’s being so-oh! So mean. He doesn’t want to shaaagh! P-please, Stevie! Yes!”

“Oh, you think I’m gonna let you cum after disobeying a direct order?” Steve grunts.

“You’re so controlling, Stevie,” Bucky chuckles. “You like that, doll? You like when denies you? Keeps you from your favorite husband?”

“Favorite?” Steve barks, cutting his best friend a look.

“She married me first,” Bucky laughs as his hand travels up your chest to wrap around your neck. “My best girl, aren’t I your favorite?”

“Please, Buchaahaa!”

“Don’t you dare cum,” Steve growls.

“Steve!” You scream making Bucky chuckle as he nuzzles into you neck.

“There he goes, telling you ‘no’ again. I can make him stop. Just tell me I’m your favorite.”

God, these two! You let out a scream of frustration and you try to push away the feeling of pleasure building inside of you.

“Screaming isn’t an answer, doll. I asked you a question,” Bucky mutters and his grip on you neck tightens.

“Answer him, sweetness,” Steve smirks before smacking the side of your ass.

“Steve!” You cry.

“Oh, so, Steve is your favorite?” Bucky smirks against your shoulder before pressing a kiss there.

“No!”

“So, I’m your favorite?”

“No! Bucky!”

“Yes, Bucky,” he laughs.

“Now I’m really not letting you cum,” Steve warns.

“Steve!” You cry gripping his shoulders. They will literally kill you. “Please, baby, please! I love you both so much!”

“Then you can cum on his dick,” Steve grunts and pulls all the way out of you only to unceremoniously flip you on your stomach and spear back into you making you gasp.

“Oh god!” You moan, smothering your face in the duvet. This angle! Steve destroys that spot inside of you making you claw at the bed to keep your pleasure in check.

“A little pent up, Stevie?” Bucky sighs.

“Just a little.” Bucky only chuckles to himself before gripping your throat again with his metal hand and presses you back against Steve’s chest. “I asked you a question.”

What even was the question?

“Ple-nagh! Please!” You beg. You’re right there. You just need them to let you go. You’re so close.

“Not until you answer me,” Bucky smirks. “Fuck, Stevie. She’s completely gone.”

“She probably can’t even think straight,” you hear the smile in Steve’s voice.

“Doll face, look at me,” Bucky mutters, his other hand grips your chin to direct your gaze at him and you attempt to focus on those beautiful blue eyes.

“Yes, Bucky?” You whisper.

“You doing okay? Are we being too rough with you?” Steve stills inside of you, his hands massaging your hips

“I’m fine, Bucky,” you reply.

He smiles. “Perfect. Then answer my question.”

“I-c-can you repeat the question?” You stutter as his metal fingers massage your throat gently.

“You’d make a terrible soldier, doll face,” Bucky smirks.

“It’s a good thing you have us, princess,” Steve sighs as his hands run up your stomach to cup your breast.

“I love being yours,” you whimper, struggling to keep you hips still as Steve fills you so perfectly.

“Then listen carefully. Which one of us is your favorite?”

“I can’t-I don’t-“

“Answer him, princess,” Steve insist.

“I love you both equally.”

“You should be a politician,” Bucky frowns. “What if I denied you?”

“You-you’ve never told me ‘no’,” you whisper attempting to glance away but he holds your chin firmly.

“Never, huh?” Bucky looks past you to Steve while you shake your head weakly in confirmation. Then Steve’s heavy cock starts to drag against your walls again. You whimper against Bucky’s hold on you but he stays strong. “Eyes on me,” he commands, those piercing blues baring into your soul. “If I told you ‘no’, would he be your favorite?”

“No!” You cry. “Love you both!”

Bucky rolls his eyes with a soft scoff. “We’ll get a straight answer out of you one day. You want to cum, doll?”

“Yes! Please! Stevie, Bucky! Please,” you beg as Steve abuses that spot in you all over again.

“Well, doll,” Bucky smirks before shaking his head lightly, “you should’ve picked your husbands more carefully.” Steve barks out a laugh behind you and tugs your hips roughly back against his.

They’re both terrible!

“Please,” you cry as tears slip down your cheeks.

“She looks so pretty when she begs,” Bucky sighs. “Let her cum, Stevie.”

“She can cum on your dick. She doesn’t deserve it from me,” Steve claims but you know he’s close. His cock twitches inside of you making holding back even harder. “Fuck, I’m close,” he grunts confirming your guess and holds your hips still to rut into them like his life depends on it. “Shit!” He cries and releases inside of you. Thick shots of cum fill you with warmth as he releases you into Bucky’s arms. You whine as he continues to fill your core.

“Stevie! It’s so much,” you whine as his essence spills out around his dick to soak your thighs. “It’s cause I love you so much,” he laughs breathlessly. “You’ll always be my favorite wife.” He spanks you before pulling out and fall on to the bed next to Bucky.

“Mine too,” Bucky sighs “You alright, doll?” He asks massaging your back and you nod curling into him. “You want Stevie to clean you up?” You nod again.

You feel the bed move as Steve gets up but he doesn’t leave. Instead you feel his fingers trail across you ass and down to your sensitive core. You whine into Bucky’s chest but they both shush you.

“You didn't think I really wouldn’t let you cum, did you?” Steve asks as Bucky grips your waist. His fingers slide across your cum covered slit before making their way to your sensitive nub. You grip Bucky’s shoulders while Steve rubs tight circles around your clit. A soft whine escapes your lips before their captured by Bucky’s.

You hump against Bucky’s hips, it feels so good. So perfect. And you feel so tight. And you’re so close. A moan escapes you from between you and Bucky as you finally cum, soaking Bucky’s sweats and Steve’s hand. Stars fill your eyes as pleasure pulsates through your body.

“Good girl,” Steve sighs kissing the back of your shoulder. “My perfect, beautiful girl.” Bucky holds you a little tighter before releasing your lips. You curl into him once more.

“Don’t fall asleep on me. I still gotta make dinner,” Bucky laughs.

“But you’re so comfy,” you moan.

“You know what would keep her awake?” Steve asks and you can hear the smirk in his voice as he gets up.

“I know exactly what would keep her awake,” Bucky laughs, “but I think she needs a break.”

“You’re too easy on her.” You feel a warm cloth at your crotch and you flinch away from it. “Calm down,” Steve laughs. “Fucking dripping with cum. It’s a shame we aren’t trying to get you pregnant anymore.”

“Who said we aren’t trying anymore?” Bucky asks, rolling you both on your sides now that you’re cleaned up. “We both know our girl has a fetish. She wants to be round and full with our babies.” Butterflies flutter in your stomach at his words. “Big, leaky tits, heavy belly, and Wanda told her so many things about the pregnancy sex.” You can’t stop the whimper that escapes your lips. “See? It’s turning her on just talking about it.”

“God, she’s wet all over again,” Steve laughs making you smile. “We’ll never stop trying to get you pregnant,” he assures you. You nod and snuggle into Steve as he holds you from behind. “Buck, what were you saying about dinner?”

Bucky groans and sits up. “Alright, your highness.”

“That’s ‘captain’ to you, sergeant.”

“And that’s fuck off to you, cap,” Bucky smirks and exits the room. “Love you, doll,” he calls from the hall.

“Love you, baby!”

“Go to sleep, sweetness,” Steve sighs, kissing your neck. “Love you.”

“Love you, Stevie.”

A week later, you were the proud parents of two hyperactive balls of fur. Bucky named your little white ball of fuzz Alpine and they became thick as thieves. He set up a cat tower for her in the kitchen so he could ‘show her how to cook’. He’d explain the steps in such detail and the kitten would just sit watching with her giant blue eyes, waiting for scraps of food.

All the while Captain would bound around the house while Steve chased him. He loved that dog so much. Steve would take the golden dog on his morning run every day and they’d both come home panting for the breakfast Bucky and his furry sous chef made. You loved watching them raise their fur babies.

Maybe kids just aren’t in the cards for you.

You feel a little more placated every day.

You felt it when Steve and Bucky would get their ‘kids’ together her in matching costumes for holidays: bunny outfits for Easter, ugly sweaters for Christmas, and you all dressed as super heroes for Halloween. You felt it when Captain broke his leg and had to go into surgery while the three of you waited huddled in the vet’s office praying for it all to go well and you’d have your bouncing boy back home. You felt it when you’d wake up with Alpine snuggled between you and Bucky with her little feet propped on his face and her little furry head on your chest.

You just had to tell your husbands about your new feelings.

You find Steve and Bucky lounging on the couch, curled under your pink weighted blanket, watching something on Bucky’s tablet.

“Hey,” you whisper entering the room, already nervous about the conversation.

“Hey, sweet girl. Come cuddle,” Steve beckons with his free arm. “Scoot over, Buck.” Bucky groans and simply pulls you on top of him, dog pilling poor Steve under the two of you. You giggle while Steve attempts to struggle out from under you. You move so your husband is more comfortable, curling into Bucky’s stomach and into Steve’s side.

The animals take that as their cue to join the three of you on the couch. Captain happily jumps on the empty end while Alpine curls on the armrest next to him.

“Um, I wanted to talk to you two about something,” you start, burying your face in Bucky’s chest.

“What’s wrong, doll?” Bucky’s words immediately taking on an air of concern at your action.

“Umm I think-I think I’m ready to give up on having children. I mean, not like, completely give up. But I’m happy with or without them. I’m happy with our little family.” All of your words come out muffled into Bucky’s shirt but they understand you loud and clear.

“Whatever makes you happy and keeps you healthy, doll,” Bucky sighs while pulling you a little closer.

“Stevie?” You whisper, finally looking up to watch the blond. Bucky was the easy one. He wants whatever you want. But Steve…

He wants kids.

His eyes remain closed as he lets out a heavy sigh.

“We can adopt,” you suggest. “Or get a surrogate.”

“No, I don’t want any of that,” Steve mutters. Bucky squeezes you a little tighter preparing for a fight or tears. The three of you don’t argue often but Bucky is always your rock even when you’re mad at him.

“I just want you and Buck,” Steve continues. “At least for right now. We can revisit it in a few years. But you two are all I need.” You grin up at your husband and place a kiss on his lips.

“Since it’s just us, and our animal children,” Bucky starts with a sly grin. “We can continue to fuck as loud as we want, wherever we want, whenever we want.”

Steve hums in agreement. “In the kitchen. In the yard.”

“In all the guest rooms. The garage,” Bucky laughs.

“The gym!” Steve interjects excitedly.

“The gym is important,” Bucky agrees. “All that sweat and testosterone.”

“Okay, I get it,” you giggle. “You two want turn our home into a sex dungeon.”

“And there’s only one prisoner,” Bucky hums nuzzling his face into your neck.

“Is it Stevie?” You ask innocently making them both chuckle. “This is why people never come over anymore. You two can’t keep your hands to yourselves,” you yawn changing the subject from them keeping you hostage and giving them any ideas.

“And why would we?” Steve mutters into the curve of your neck.

“When we have the most irresistible little convict that we can do whatever we want to,” Bucky grins tickling your sides.

“Stop,” you giggle. “You two looked so comfy before I got here. Go back to being comfy.”

“We can only try,” Bucky sighs, turning you so he can squeeze your butt through your leggings. Steve yawns and curls over your back, his hand reaching under your shirt to cup one of your breasts as he makes himself comfortable.

“We’d never be able to do this with kids,” Steve mutters. You laugh softly at the two of them before Bucky turns whatever they were watching back on. You’re too enamored by the love of your two husbands to pay too much attention. God, how did you get so lucky?

“I love you both so much,” you whisper.

“Love you, too, doll,” Bucky smirks, placing a kiss on your cheek.

“Love you, sweetness,” Steve mutters before kissing your curls.

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