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hellsenthero · 4 months
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Stressed Out
Written by: hellsenthero
Stucky X Reader
Back to back missions have gotten everyone stressed, but no one is quite as stressed as Captain America. What happens when he takes that stress out on his girlfriend?
Warnings/themes: Angst, fluff. (1.2K Words.)
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With back to back missions came sore bodies, tired minds and a mountain of paperwork.
Y/N didn't mind it for the most part. The paperwork gave her a chance to sit down and mentally digest her missions as she sipped her coffee. Bucky didn't mind either, it was the organization of it all that helped him, something he never had with Hydra.
But Steve, Captain America, had more paperwork than Y/N and Bucky combined. He had reports detailing missions that he wasn't even on. With his finished pile about the size of one sixteenth of his to do pile, Steve was fucking stressed, and it was getting to him. His normally mile long thread of patience was shorter than his fucking pinky nail. God help whoever comes into his office next.
God help his partners.
God help you, as you knock on your boyfriend's office door before quietly peering in. "Hey baby, how's it goin'?" You say softly. Steve doesn't give you an answer, doesn't even look up from his paperwork. His lack of response has you stepping further into the office, walking up to the side of his desk. You lay a gentle hand over Steve's shoulder and you can feel how tight his muscles are with stress. "Baby?" Finally, you catch Steve's attention.
"What?" Steve growls. It's shocking enough that you pull your hand away, recoiling away from your boyfriend.
"Excuse me?"
Steve pinched the bridge of his nose as he let out a heavy sigh. "I'm busy, Y/N, what do you want?"
A scoff escaped you before you could hold it back. "I wanted to check in on you. You skipped lunch and I made dinner for everyone."
Steve waved his hand at you before looking back down at his papers. "I don't need dinner right now, I'm busy working."
"Steve, you need to take a break-"
"Y/N! I'm busy! I have more paperwork than you or Bucky combined!"
"Fuck! Steve! You need to-" your heated words were cut off by Steve slamming his hand down upon his desk. You were surprised it didn't collapse from his strength.
"Fuck off!"
It was now, as his words hung in the air, that Steve's gaze finally met yours and your eyes stayed locked. Those two words felt like a physical blow to your chest, enough that you stepped back, once, twice, before Bucky came into the room unannounced.
"What's going on? What's with the yelling?" Bucky asks as he comes to stand by you, his blue eyes flicking between you and Steve.
"Ask Steven," you bite out. Truthfully, you didn't know what to say to Bucky, you didn't know what was going on, not with you and Steve, he had never spoken to you like that before.
"Steve?" Bucky asks, taking a step closer to his desk. He's not stupid, he knows his boyfriend and girlfriend have just been in a blowout, but about what, he hasn't a fucking clue. Steve’s cheeks are tinged red, his knuckles are white with his grip on the table and you look like you've seen a ghost. Your eyes are wide and your stance is ridged, ready to flee at a moment's notice.
Before Steve can answer his boyfriend, you're speaking up again. "I'm going to go," you say to no one in particular before facing Bucky. "Maybe you'll have better luck getting Steven to pull his head out of his ass," you throw a hard look at the blond male before walking towards the office door, still open from when Bucky barged in. "Or perhaps he'll just tell you to fuck off as well." With that, you shut the door to the office behind you.
Bucky turns to Steve, whose head is now hung, his shoulders deflated. "What the fuck is she talking about, Steve?"
Steve shook his head, already feeling the self hate bubble up inside himself from how he'd treated his girlfriend. “I fucked up-”
“Clearly.” Bucky bites out.
“I took my stress out on Y/N, yelled at her.”
“Fuck, Steve,”
“I know!” Steve's voice raises again and Bucky shoots him a look that says, really, you wanna take that tone? Steve huffs, blowing out a long breath before he repeats his earlier words, this time in a softer tone. “I know,” Steve says, “I fucked up.”
“Then go find our girl and apologize.”
Steve nods once, twice, before standing from his seat and walking around his desk. He stops in front of his boyfriend for a moment, putting a gentle hand on his wrist. “I'm sorry.”
Bucky shakes his head for a moment before he leans forward and presses a kiss to Steve's forehead. “I know, but I'm not the one you need to be apologizing to.”
You were curled up in your bed, hiding beneath a mountain of blankets when Steve finds you. You're in your old bed, what was now only used as a spare room. Just that told Steve that he'd fucked up.
“Baby?” Steve's voice is hesitant, in turn, he receives no answer from you. “I’m sorry,” Steve goes on. He pauses again, waiting for a response from you, for a huff or some yelling, but all he receives back is silence. “Thank you for making dinner,” Steve tries again. “I didn’t mean to be such a jackass, especially when you were just looking out for me.”
Finally, you turn around and Steve is met with your sullen expression. Your cheeks feel hot and you don’t know if it’s from your fight or from being curled up in your bed. “You’re right Steven, I was just trying to look out for you before you reached a burn out and you fucking exploded at me.”
Steve's silent for a moment, thinking over your words before answering you. “I think,” He pauses for a moment before carrying on. “I think I’m already burnt out, baby. I never should have reacted to you like that, and if I was in my right mind, I wouldn’t have.”
Pushing the covers back you sit up in bed. “Yeah, I think you are.” You pause, adjusting your position in bed before continuing. “You hurt me, yelling at me to fuck off.”
Shame fills Steve like hot acid, coiling in the pit of his stomach. “I'm so sorry. I wouldn't ever want to hurt you, Y/N. Being burnt out isn't an excuse for my lack of stress management. I'll try to manage my work and stress better from now on, baby.”
It's then that Bucky enters the bedroom with a gentle knock. “Are we all made up?” He asks.
Steve looks to you for the answer. “Yeah,” you smile softly, “we’re all made up. Stevie is just burnt out.” Before Steve can sag in relief at hearing his nickname slip from your lips, you point your finger at him. “But pull that shit again and you can go sleep outside for a fucking week.”
Quickly, Steve nods his head up and down, up and down, and up and down. “Can I hold you?”
“Yes,”
“Thank fuck,” Bucky interrupts. The both of you look at him with raised brows. Bucky shrugs his shoulders at the looks the two of you give him. “Just glad Stevie has his head out of his ass finally.”
A small chuckle escapes you as you shoot your boyfriend's a wink. “Yeah, but he still has some making up to do.”
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buckgasms · 10 months
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Dr's. Barnes and Rogers (Part 2)
Ok so we all really enjoyed part 1 amiright? I've done part 2 and it's still not done because this is now my new life 🎀
I am tagging a few people I hope I got everyone! @pattiemac1 @plusultra-kitten @marvelsgirl4ever @saranghaey @xonickibaby @vickie5446 @sarcastickiddo
My warning for you is it's mature and it's Doctor Kink
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You had decided to at least investigate the offer made to you by the Doctors a bit further, so you called up Dr Barnes and he happily scheduled a visit for the next evening.
You had a lot of questions, but you were also quite excited at the idea of having a baby and living a potential life of luxury all in the name of science. You were also confused as to why the two doctors were the only candidates for this trial. Surely that wasn't ethical?
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Back in the familiar office, tonight the air felt more electric with potential. The two doctors, Bucky and Steve as they asked you to call them from now on, were pleased you were there and were keen to make you feel comfortable.
"So... I want to do this. I think I do anyway. But I have questions..."
They both grin broadly and wave a hand at your questions. "That's such good news sweetheart" Bucky says, a bright smile lighting up his face. "Don't worry about the small print just yet! As one potential candidate we need to do a few tests before you sign up!"
You smile a little at him and his excitement, but couldn't help feeling a little worried at the idea of other candidates. What if someone else got the place?
"Perhaps we can get the ball rolling now Buck?" Steve says helpfully and they smile at each other. "Great idea! Let's get to work..." You stutter a little as he takes your hand and pulls you back into his examination room. "Wait you want to do this now?" You manage to blurt out, scanning between them both in a daze. "No time like the present hmm? The sooner we know, the sooner we can answer those questions and get your paperwork started!"
Bucky whirls around the room and grabs various bits of equipment that you don't really notice whilst Steve just stands there and chuckles at his friend. He notices your trepidation and walks over to you, placing a hand on your shoulder gently. "Don't worry honey, its all normal for these kinds of things. We're here to help you."
You smile as Bucky finishes his prep and they both head to the door. "Sweetheart I need to you strip down totally for this one, and then legs in the stirrups okay? I'll explain the rest as we go." And with that they leave the room.
You stand there shell shocked for a moment. You had planned so many questions and not at all for a physical exam this evening. But you supposed it made sense. Not point signing up for something if you weren't actually able to do it right? Plus the added fear of having this opportunity stolen by someone else made you keen to get going!
You slipped your clothes off and tried to get comfortable again on the bed, legs resting in the stirrups. You covered your chest with your arms and wiggled in place, feeling very exposed.
After a moment they both came back and were less subtle about appreciating your naked form. "Told you didn't I?" Bucky muttered and Steve just hummed in approval as they took their places. Bucky between your legs and Steve up by your head.
"So we have to do two things in this examination. One is to check your general health, and the other is your reaction to stimulus. All you have to do is relax and go with it, ok?" Steve spoke above you, placing his hand right at your shoulder and you could only nod as you heard Bucky pull his gloves on. "Oh...okay, I'll do my best..." You mutter as his hands smooth over your thighs.
Bucky asks Steve to come and look at your folds, pushing them open as he rubs fingers over them. "Hmm already stimulated?" He mutters to Bucky and they both chuckle before he heads back up to you.
"Already doing so well honey" he says catching your concerned expression before pulling on his own gloves. Steve then takes his time examining your upper half, pressing into your neck and stomach, measuring your heartbeat and blood pressure all whilst Bucky is taking notes and watching your exposed heat.
Then Steve's fingers start squeezing at your breasts, he pulls and tweaks your nipples making you whimper and squirm. "Ok easy sweetness, does that feel good?" You struggle with an answer until Bucky taps your thigh slightly firmly.
"You have to tell us the truth. If you don't give us an accurate response we can't tailor the insemination process for the optimum results. So tell us what feels good and what you need ok?"
You nod and let out an exhale. "That felt good" you pant as Steve continues his tweaking and twisting. As he does, Bucky rubs his fingers through your folds, now embarrassingly soaked which he doesn't hesitate to mention. "Think you like that a lot don't you sweetheart?"
"Hmm yes!" You groan as he rubs soft circles around your clit and your legs shake in the stirrups. Steve leans down and continues to torment you. "What about if I sucked on your tits honey? Would you like that? While Dr Barnes plays with you?"
You whine and nod as he chuckles at you, moving away to latch on to your sensitive buds. Bucky tuts as he watches on, before grabbing a vibrator and pressing it to your sensitive clit. Your hips buck as he turns the dial up and you squeak at Steve's mouth sucking at your nipples.
"I need to... Can I please come?" You strain as the pressure in your tummy builds towards a peak. Bucky hums in consideration before pulling the vibrator away. "No sweetness, we need to build you up a little more. Plenty of time for that later."
You pant as Steve also pulls away leaving your nipples swollen and sensitive in his wake. You wriggle in position, desperate for some relief but finding none in your current predicament.
"I want.... Need more, please" you moan, not caring how desperate you sound. This is already the best experience of your life and you don't want it to end.
"Tell us what you need now sweetheart" Bucky says, gently tickling at your thigh, running painfully close to touching your heat. You almost sob as you try and maintain your dignity, "just wanna come..." You feel him pinch your soft skin, "you want to come, please Dr. Barnes" he says darkly, but it sends a thrill over your body. "Please, Dr Barnes, please can I come?"
They both chuckle and settle at the lower half of you, where they promptly ignore you and talk between themselves. "I think that one to open her up?" Steve says motioning to something on the table next to him. "You wanna taste?" Bucky says and you feel two fingers probe your heat and you watch as they suck their gloved fingers, moaning as they enjoy the taste of you.
"Do you think I should try...?" Bucky says and Steve chuckles before they glance at you. Steve sinks his fingers into your pussy and curls his fingers making you moan and nibble on your fingers. "Hey beautiful? You want something your mouth and I'll make you come like this?" His thumb circles your clit and your eyes roll backward.
"Yes please Doctor Rogers, please" you beg and they laugh again as Bucky moves away and comes up to your head. He carefully adjusts the bed so your laying flat and pulls so your head hangs off the edge. He strokes your hair gently as your fingers grab at his trousers, pulling them downwards and moaning as his cock springs free. You struggle to grab it so he guides it into your waiting mouth, groaning as you immediately suck, reacting to Steve's torturous fingers.
"Holy fuck" he growls as he watches his cock disappear into your mouth, throat bulging as he slowly fucks you. You moan around him as Steve is more fast paced, jerking his fingers and rubbing your clit harshly as he grabs you towards your peak. You feel hands pawing at your breasts again as your legs shake and hands claw at leather.
"Think we've found a sweet spot here" Steve says as he feels you flutter around his fingers. When your face is covered in spit and tears Bucky pulls out of your hungry mouth and watches with hot desire. You moan and whine, "Please can I come, please?" Steve's fingers jerk and suddenly you are coming hard the sensation is enough to have you shaking as it ripples through your whole body.
Bucky lifts you back on to the bed properly so you lay more comfortably. He perches on the bed next to you and strokes a gentle hand across your face and hair. "You are doing so well sweetheart, we need to do one more check and then we'll have our results ok?"
You are on cloud nine as you nod at him, managing to murmer a quiet, "yes doctor Barnes." Your moan becomes louder as you feel a rubber cock press against your pussy and stretch you out before pressing further in. "It's big..." You whine and he strokes your face again. "I know sweetie but I know you can take it. Gonna need to be a good girl and take it for us ok? Don't want to miss out do you?"
You moan again as Steve starts pumping the cock into you, a steady but slow pace. You feel every inch of it filling you up, but it feels so good. Bucky strokes your hair again and you try and focus on what he's saying, "so you like having your pretty tits played with hmm? And a cock in your mouth, is that right sweetie?" You feel heat rush to your cheeks but you know you have to admit it. You want to be a good patient after all.
"Yes Doctor, it...ah.. it felt really good..." He smiles and leans down where you instinctively kiss him, his lips capturing yours in a breathtaking kiss. He breaks it as you whine at Steve's actions, increasing the pace below. "I think you should thank Dr. Rogers for making you come by letting him use this pretty mouth? What do you think?"
Your head floats as you find yourself nodding enthusiastically at the idea. He smiles warmly and moves away whispering something to his colleague as they swap places. Befor Steve has even got to you, you are hanging over the edge of the bed, ready and waiting.
"Eager little thing aren't you?" He chuckles, guiding his cock into your mouth as Bucky had, slowly choking you on his long length. As you sucked, you felt the another rubber head pressing at your ass and squirmed at the sensation.
"Easy honey, Dr Barnes knows what he's doing, just relax" Steve reassured you but they both waited until your body relaxed again before continuing. In moments you are being fucked from both ends, rubber filling your ass and pussy, and Dr Rogers working your mouth.
You squeal around him, pleasure rocketing through your body as the pace the set makes the table beneath you creak and your body shudder. You hands claw at Steve's thighs and your hips buck, chasing the actions of Bucky. It doesn't take long with the overstimulation of your senses before you are on the peak of pleasure. As Bucky did, Steve removes himself as you cry out, your climax crashing through your body, vision turning white as he coaxes you through it.
You lay there panting for a moment as they whisper hushed tones, very excited by the sounds of things. You can barely move for the pleasure still running through your body but you slowly come back to your self as a glass of water is pressed into your hands and a blanket is laid across your body .
"Sweetheart, that was amazing, you did so well. Do you feel ok?" Bucky asked stroking your arm and brushing your hair out of your face. "I'm not complaining about any of that" you giggle in between sips of cold water.
They both chuckle and pull up a chair each next to you while you relax. "So I think we agree that you are a perfect fit for the trial, are you still happy to take part?" Heat rushes to your face nod shyly behind your glass, giggling a little at their pink eager faces.
"But can I ask something now?" They nod as you sit up a little in your seat. "Are you the donors in this trial?" Steve coughs a little and blushes a deeper shade of pink. Bucky decides to come clean, a bit, and goes back to stroking your hair.
"We are sweetness. We know it's not usual, but this is our experiment and we want to be involved in every aspect. From choosing the right woman, to providing the sperm and anything else needed along the way."
"And what is this experiment in aid of?" You ask, but he brushes the question aside. "That's the boring bit, don't worry about that, just know that if you want to be involved, you are fully accepted."
You smile after a moment. "Ok let's sign the paperwork..."
Part Three
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rookthorne · 8 months
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The urge, while powerful and all-consuming most of the time, never burned this hot. It was always temperable, until it wasn’t — and there was one way to make it better, it was just a good thing that a certain someone was just as much of a trouble maker as you were.
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It wasn’t often that you dreamed. Nor was it often that you felt so… lonely — so empty. 
Not when you had two men sharing the bed you slept in — one fast asleep, the other just dozing lightly, their shared heavy breaths waking you fully from your fitful sleep. 
In a state of half consciousness, you took stock of your body — your hips felt loose, and you couldn’t help but wriggle in the sheets, just a little. Taking deep breaths felt like a laborious task, and you couldn’t help the small whimpers that left your lips as you stared at the profile of Bucky. 
And your cunt — it ached something fierce, and the cavernous feeling of being empty intensified by the second, and it was rapidly becoming unbearable. 
Bucky’s brow twitched and his lips parted on an exhale, and you watched with half lidded eyes as his head turned to face you. He was still fast asleep. “Fuck,” you murmured, wriggling a little more to see if changing the angle of your hips would help ease the ache — you were tired after all. 
It only made it worse.
You whined breathlessly, and Bucky twitched, his eyes opening blearily as he scanned the room, before finally landing on your face — flushed and heated from arousal, your bottom lip swollen from you biting it. His brows furrowed in confusion as he stared, and you blinked slowly, still shifting your hips. 
“You right, doll?” he rasped, one hand scratching his jaw, while the other came to rest on your waist. “Wha’s wrong? Where’s it hurt?”
Bless him, you thought. 
Blinking rapidly, you canted your bare ass up into the air and angled it towards him. “Please, it hurts, daddy,” you whispered.
“Oh, sweetheart,” Bucky murmured, realisation dawning on his sleepy features, and his hand moved to cup your ass in his palm. “Can’t have you hurtin’ now, can I?”
“No,” you answered, gripping the sheets between your fingers and bunching them painfully into your palm. “Wanna be fucked, daddy.”
Bucky grinned sleepily and sidled closer. “Y’know what, Cherry? Why don’t you fuck Stevie–he would love it,” he cooed, rubbing circles with his thumb over the skin of your ass. “Go on. Ride daddy.”
“But he’s asleep-”
“Doesn’t mean shit, baby,” Bucky soothed. “Take all of his cock–be a good girl for me.”
You whined quietly and pushed yourself up onto your elbows to better look at Steve. Fast asleep and face turned away from you, he was lying on his back with the comforter bunched at his hips to cover his naked form. 
“Don’t you wanna be filled, baby?” Bucky asked, his lips now tracing the column of your throat. “Daddy has a load for you, sweetheart, you just have to take it.”
“Oh, god,” you moaned. “Please-”
“One sec, baby,” Bucky said, and you felt his hand wander down the cleft of your ass. “Spread those legs for me–good girl,” he praised just as your knees parted on instinct. “Have to make sure you can take him. Don’t need our girl hurtin’ taking all of daddy, do we?”
“No, fuck, daddy,” you gasped, the feel of his fingers tracing over your clit knocking the breath out of you. “Yes, feels good-”
“Almost ready,” Bucky replied, his fingers sinking deep into your cunt with no warning. You keened and rocked back against them, all while Bucky’s breath fanned over your ear and neck. “Such a good girl, just lay there for me–keep makin’ those pretty noises.”
You endured a few more minutes of him scissoring his fingers in your pussy to stretch you, and you panted and moaned through every second – pitch varied and volume increasing, but still, Steve did not wake up, not once. 
The slick sounds of Bucky’s fingers grew louder. “Tha’s it, sweetheart,” he praised, pumping his fingers in and out. “I think you’re ready–what d’you think, baby? Ready for daddy’s cock?”
“Mhm,” you hummed, nodding fervently. You could just feel Bucky’s grin against the skin of your neck, and his huffed laughter. “Please.”
“Go get ‘im, Cherry–show daddy who’s boss,” Bucky encouraged, helping you up and move to straddle Steve’s hips. The blond only stirred lightly, his nose scrunching in his sleep, but he didn’t wake. “Go on,” Bucky whispered, “take his cock like the good girl I know you are.”
“Okay,” you murmured, and you raised your hips up to better grip Steve’s flaccid cock in your hand. 
“Tha’s it, good girl,” Bucky praised, and his hand reached out to take Steve’s cock. “Lemme guide, baby, I’ve gotchu.” You let go of Steve’s length, and took a deep breath as the sound of Bucky’s slick hand pumped his husband’s cock until he was semi-hard. “Alright, kitten, there you go.”
Slowly, ever so damn slowly, you sank down onto Steve’s cock – each inch made your breath hitch. He began to harden, but still, he did not wake up. “Daddy, daddy,” you whimpered, gripping Bucky’s forearm. “Fuck.”
“I know, sweetheart–sonofabitch is a heavy sleeper, isn’t he?”
“I want-”
“Hang on,” Bucky soothed, his hand rubbing up and down your thigh. “Is he hard–has his cock at least noticed that he’s in the prettiest cunt?”
A heavy breath left your lungs, and you nodded, biting your lip. “Yeah.”
Bucky grinned, a wolfish smile if you’ve ever seen. “Alright then, you ride him–and you ride him good, can you do that for me, Cherry?” You nodded again, rocking your hips slowly. “Atta girl, now take him. Don’t you go slow.”
You took one deep breath, a second, and then rocked your hips in earnest, your hands resting on Steve’s chest – which began to rapidly rise and fall, and his hips moved, causing a moan to fall from your lips. 
Steve whimpered, moaned, and then shouted, “What- Fuckin’ hell, Cherry!” His eyes flew open, and his hands frantically gripped your hips. “Shit. Fuck, you feel-”
“She feels s’good, doesn’t she, babe?” Bucky purred, his mouth hovering over Steve’s shoulder. He bit down on the muscle with a low growl that Steve mimicked a second later. “Kitten was achin’, and I wanted to watch you get a taste of your own fuckin’ medicine. Cherry,” he called, loud enough to be heard over your pants for air – Steve’s cock was hitting all the right places and you revelled in the way he filled you. You looked at Bucky and met his gaze, smiling lazily. “Fuck him.”
“Yes, daddy,” you moaned, and you bounced on Steve’s cock, taking just what you deserved while the blond squirmed beneath you. “Fuck, feels good, need more-”
“Darlin’, honey, fuck-” Steve moaned, his hands lifting you up and down at a faster pace. “Goddammit, what the hell happened?”
“She was desperate, and she needed someone to fill that pretty pussy up–figured you’d want it to be your cock, honey,” Bucky cooed. You watched as Bucky turned Steve’s face to his and kissed him hungrily. 
The lewd sound of your slicked cunt sliding up and down Steve’s fully hard cock filled the room, each pass of his cockhead over your walls hitting that spot perfectly. “Oh, fuck- Ah! Daddy, please,” you begged, your rhythm faltering the further the coil tightened. “Please!”
Steve pulled away from Bucky to look up at you. “Aw, honey,” he breathed, “you cockdrunk on me already? You feelin’ good?”
“Uh-huh,” you cried, your fingers scrambling over Steve’s chest as Bucky chuckled darkly. “Wanna cum!”
“You better let her cum, babe,” Bucky cautioned. “Poor thing woke me up. Now she needs you to fuck her back to sleep.”
Your stomach flipped at the sight below you – two identical hungry stares that would rival a wolf’s hunting glare, and you knew you were screwed. A small, pitiful whimper left your lips, and Steve grinned; all fucked out and sharp teeth aside. “Oh, I will.”
Steve’s hands, warm and rough, gentle and soft all at once, pulled you to his chest, and you felt his thighs move under you. You glanced over your shoulder for a singular second to see he had planted his feet on the mattress, and you had only one chance to catch your breath and gulp.
“Hold on, kitten,” Bucky called – the grin of triumph so clear in his tone.
“Wait- Fuck! Daddy!”
The sharp sound of skin slapping against wet skin filled the room again, this time, it was constant with the grunts of effort Steve let out as he fucked up into your cunt – each thrust a harsh drive into your heat that had you panting for breath. It was an onslaught like no other and tears welled along your waterline, as desperate to fall as you were to cum. 
“You feel so fuckin’ good, darlin’,” Steve groaned, his grip tightening as he drove his hips up and up and up. “Such a good girl for me, taking what you want–know you want my fuckin’ load, huh? That what you want?”
“Yes!” you cried, your mouth falling open. “Please, daddy! Fuckfuckfuck-”
“She looks so good like this,” Bucky commented, his voice full of awe. “You close, kitten? You wanna cum?”
You opened your eyes and stared down at them – Steve with his chin tucked to his chest, a snarl of determination on his lips, while Bucky lay next to him, pumping his cock with his hand with a victorious smirk on his pretty lips. “Oh-”
“I think that’s a yes,” Bucky mused, nodding once. “Go on then, fuckin’ cum, you slut.”
Unbidden, your cunt clenched around Steve’s cock with the first flutter of your climax, and you hiccuped. 
“Do that again, Buck,” Steve moaned, his voice hoarse. “She’s squeezin’ me, and I know she’s close.”
Bucky’s smirk morphed into a grin with as many sharp teeth as Steve’s, and he bit his lip as his hand sped up on his dick. “Oh, that so, kitten? You like being called a fuckin’ slut? What about a fucktoy–nothin’ but a fuckin’ fucktoy for us to use and fill, maybe even breed-”
“Fuck!” You screamed, you back bowing into Steve’s chest as your orgasm ripped through your whole body. “Daddy! Fuck–cumming! ‘M cumming!”
“Good fuckin’ girl!” Bucky called over your sobs, and you felt a hand on your thigh. “Tha’s it, let it out–soak Stevie, kitten, fuck, you’re gorgeous like this.”
Your chest spasmed in time with your cunt through the waves, and you distantly registered the loud roar from Steve just as you felt his cock twitch in your heat, his release coating your walls. A low moan came from beside you and you felt the warm, tacky residue of Bucky’s cum hitting your thigh and calf. 
“Fuck,” Steve groaned, as you fell onto his chest, and his hands came to rest on your lowerback to cradle you close. “That’s it, honey–good girl, did so good for us.” 
Shivers wracked your body and you hummed, relaxing into the warmth he offered. There was a rustle beside you, and Bucky said, “I’ll just get a towel. Hang on, baby.”
“You alright, darlin’?” Steve whispered, his fingertips running up and down your back. “Didn’t hurt ya?”
“No,” you slurred – the sated monster deep in your belly finally purring and content enough to let you sleep. “‘M tired, daddy.”
“Go to sleep, sweetheart,” Steve urged, kissing the crown of your head. “I’ve gotchu, and Buck’ll clean us up, okay?”
You would have replied with a semblance of gratitude, but sleep pulled you under her waves and kept you there – the last thing you felt before succumbing was the brush of a soft cloth on your thighs, and the whispered words from both Steve and Bucky, “Such a good girl.”
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Riding Lessons  -  Three
Pairing: Dbf!Bucky X Reader X Dbf!Steve
Summary: You and Wanda make plans to head to your family’s cabin for the weekend. The only problem? That’s the exact same weekend that your dad and his friends were planning to go out there. It’s fine, though, there’s plenty of room for all of you, right? What could possibly go wrong?
Warnings: Language, Light Angst, Fluff, Smut (oral (f/m receiving), face riding, fingering, hair-pulling, spanking, face fucking, degradation, rough stuff, breeding kink, slight voyeurism, name calling, little bit of cockwarming), Aftercare, Age Gap (Reader is 21, Bucky is mid-forties),
Word Count: 5.5K
A/n: My first post since my little disappearance lol. I hope you guys like this and I’m hoping to actually start posting on a bit of a schedule, but I’ve always been a hot mess so we’ll see lol. Anyway, I hope you enjoy, and I love you all very much!
Part one  Part Two
~*~
“Ah! There you are, perfect timing. I was just about to call you!” Your dad says with a smile as you and Wanda walk into the house.
“Yeah, we just finished yoga,” you explain, stopping at the front door as your dad and Bucky walk toward you and your friend.
You’re both drenched in sweat, hair matted and clothes sticking to your body after an intense hot yoga class.
“You gonna be okay here by yourself this weekend? Bucky, Steve and I are heading up to the cabin.”
You frown and shake your head, trying to avoid looking at Bucky because you know you won’t be able to play it cool if you meet his eyes.
“Wanda and I were supposed to go to the cabin this weekend, remember? I told you on Monday.”
Bucky watches as you and your father discuss this weekend, his eyes devouring your figure.
You look good enough to eat in your sweaty yoga clothes, and he needs to discretely adjust his boner as he watches a drop of sweat bury itself in your cleavage. God, he wishes he could lick it up and then fuck you till you’re crying.
He’d give you a better workout than any yoga instructor ever could.
“You ladies can still come this weekend. Us old farts are gonna be watching the game and fishing for most of the weekend, so you ladies will be free to sunbathe and paint your nails and talk about boys all you want.”
You roll your eyes and cross your arms over your chest, accentuating your bust and making it so much harder for Bucky to keep his cool.
“Is that really what you think we do all day?” You ask, sass dripping from your voice.
A smile tugs at the corner of Bucky’s mouth when your eyes finally meet his, and he can see you swallow hard and squeeze your soft thighs together.
“I’m okay to go, still,” Wanda pipes in, smiling encouragingly at you when you raise your eyebrows.
“You don’t have to, Wanda. Don’t feel pressured just because they're standing right there,” You whisper, though secretly all you want is to go because Bucky and Steve are gonna be there.
The memory of the last time you saw both of them together has been playing in your head since the barbecue.
Steve’s eager tongue between your legs, lapping up the mess that Bucky made and not stopping until his face was just as messy.
His beard glistened in the sun when the three of you finally made it back outside, and he couldn't wipe the grin from his face.
All the while, Bucky kept shooting you knowing glances, letting you know that that wouldn’t be the end of things.
She shakes her head and smiles again, “it’ll still be fun. Besides, now we won’t have to worry about anyone breaking in and killing us like in that movie we watched.”
You groan and shake your head, but a grin finds your lips anyway.
Perfect.
A weekend with your best friend and the two men who practically own you. What more could a girl ask for?
~*~
“Okay, ladies! You two are gonna be sharing the room down the hall. If you get up at all during the night and see someone on the couch, don’t panic. It’s just this big lug,” your dad says with a grin, patting Steve’s shoulder.
The blond man grins at you, mischief in his eyes, then looks over at where Bucky stands, his eyes focused on yours.
You swallow hard and nod, grabbing Wanda’s hand and tugging her toward what’s going to be your bedroom for the weekend.
“Oh. My. God!” She exclaims as soon as the door’s closed, a wicked grin on her face.
You groan loudly and collapse on the bed.
“I told you!” You grumble, shaking your head in disbelief.
It seemed like a good idea at the time, but now you’re regretting coming to the cabin with them.
“They were pretty much fucking you with their eyes the whole time! And your and your dad really has no idea?” She asks in a whisper, sitting next to you on the bed and poking your shoulder until you look at her.
“He has no clue, dude. Fuck, this was a mistake. I’m not gonna be able to survive the weekend. I’m not. I’m gonna die. I’m going to explode or dad's gonna find out or-”
“Stop overreacting! If you guys haven’t been caught after the whole barbecue thing, I doubt you’re gonna get caught at all. Have fun. You’re only young once, and those guys are hot as fuck. If you don’t fuck them this weekend then I’m going to.”
You roll your eyes but push yourself into a seated position anyway.
“Fuck, I guess you’re right. It’ll be fine. They’re not gonna be obvious about it, right?”
Wanda nods and roots through her suitcase to find her bathing suit
“Right. Now, let's go get some sun!”
~*~
Wrong.
You were wrong.
You were so fucking wrong.
You and Wanda are lying down on the lounge chairs on the patio of the cabin overlooking the lake, iced teas beside you and soft music playing, when they walk by.
Each of them clad only in their swim trunks, thick muscular bodies on display for your hungry eyes.
You can’t help but devour them, and they’re not discreet in doing the same to you.
Bucky goes so far as to stand directly in front of your lounge chair, a smile on his lips as he takes in the sight of your beautiful body draped in only a red bikini.
“You ladies put sunblock on?” Steve asks, his eyes focusing on your cleavage for a moment before returning to your face.
You shake your head, “that kind of defeats the whole purpose of getting some sun, Steve.”
Bucky leans down slightly and trails his fingers over your inner calf, stopping above your knee and then tapping your inner thigh gently.
“You want some help putting it on, crybaby? Hmm?”
You inhale sharply, thighs squeezing together but he grabs the flesh quickly, giving you a stern look.
Your eyes flicker over his shoulder to Steve, whose gaze is focused on you as Bucky brings his hand up to grab your face. He leans closer, his lips grazing your cheek for just a moment before his teeth nip at your ear.
“You gonna ride my face when your dad falls asleep tonight, princess?”
You nod immediately, looking up at him with wide eyes as he slowly pulls away.
“You guys comin’ or what?” Your dad’s voice calls from around the side of the cabin.
Bucky steps back and rises to his full height, adjusting his boner then plastering a stunning smile on his handsome face.
“Yeah! Just got caught up.”
They both take their leave, each glancing over their shoulder at you before disappearing around the house.
It’s quiet for a long moment before Wanda whistles lowly.
“I don’t know how you’re not melted into a puddle right now. If either of those men did that to me I’d probably die on the spot. Like, I don’t understand how you do it. You’re one lucky bitch, I’ll tell you that much.”
You take a deep breath and sink an inch lower in the lounge chair, heart racing and eyes squeezed shut.
“Wanda, I don’t think I’m gonna survive this,” you confess, bringing your hands up to cover your face.
She giggles and shakes her head at you, relaxing in the lounge chair.
“Why not have fun with it? I mean, they clearly are. Might as well give it right back to them,” she notes.
You slowly pull your hands away from your face and look over at her, intrigue written across your face.
“I’m just saying that two -or, three I guess- can play this game. They wanna tease you? Tease ‘em right back. I’m sure whatever they have in store for you after will be worth it anyway, so might as well have fun.”
You gnaw on your bottom lip for a moment, pondering her words.
“But how? I don’t wanna be obvious and have my dad find out.”
She shrugs, “just do little things. We’ve got popsicles in the freezer, right? Go offer them one.” She punctuates her sentence with a wink and you feel a smile creep across your face.
You rise off of the lounge chair and nearly trip over yourself in your haste to get inside and grab a popsicle.
You pull it out of the wrapping and lather it with saliva, then head to the bathroom to adjust your bikini top in the mirror.
Once you’re positive that you look good enough to eat, you make your way back outside, smiling at Wanda when she laughs as you pass by.
You follow the path that Steve and Bucky took around the side of the cabin where your dad keeps all the fishing gear, wrapping your lips around the popsicle and sucking the sweet taste into your mouth when you finally catch a glimpse of the two men.
“Hey, kiddo. Everything okay?” Your dad asks, not looking up from the supplies he’s gathering.
“Yeah, everything’s good. I just wanted to see if any of you wanted a popsicle.” You drag your tongue up the underside of the popsicle right as Bucky and Steve lift their gazes to you, and the look on their faces says it all.
Steve stays quiet, but Bucky takes a step towards you and cocks his head to the side.
“I’m okay for now, darling. I’ve already got a sweet treat planned after dinner. Don’t wanna have too much now.”
The way his eyes rake over your figure has you feeling the ghost of his touch between your legs, and your thighs clench. Something that does not go unnoticed by the two of them.
You bat your eyelashes innocently at the two of them, taking the popsicle deep in your throat for a moment and humming around it before pulling it back out.
A string of saliva connects your lips and the popsicle for a long moment before you lick your lips, and you grin when the two men adjust themselves in their swim trunks.
“Okay. Just wanted to come and offer. Do you want anything, Steve?” You turn pointedly toward the blond, your free hand stroking your breasts through your bikini top, playing with your hardened nipple for a moment before dropping down to rest at your side.
Steve swallows hard and gives you a look that has a shiver racing down your spine.
“I’m good, sweetheart, thank you. Might take you up on that later though.” His dark eyes tell you that he wants your lips wrapped around something other than the popsicle, and you giggle softly.
“Okay. If you fellas change your mind just let me know. I don’t mind bringing them out to you.” You lick up the popsicle one last time before turning on your heel and walking away, your ass bouncing with every step you take and you can feel them watching you.
“All right boys, let's get this boat out in the water!”
~*~
The rest of the afternoon is peaceful, with your dad and his friends fishing and you and Wanda enjoying the sun while the ache between your legs only worsens.
By the time dinner’s on the table, you’re beyond ready to deal with your aching clit on your own, but one look at the two delicious men at the table and you halt those thoughts in their tracks.
Your dad sits at one end of the table and Bucky sits at the other, with you and Wanda between them on one side and Steve seated across from the two of you.
With a pile of steaming food on your plate, you find yourself hungry for something else, unable to concentrate on the conversations going on around you as your mind wanders to all the dirty things these men could do to you. All the things they plan on doing to you.
Lifting your eyes slowly, you watch Steve as he talks to Wanda about some science thing she’s working on in school.
Bottom lip tucked between your teeth, you slowly raise your foot and straighten your leg under the table, watching the way his lips quirk upward when your foot caresses his calf.
You slowly drag your foot upwards until you reach his thigh, then dare to move further watching him closely as you stroke the bulge in his pants.
His hips move forward the tiniest bit and he clears his throat, shifting his weight and shooting you a glance, daring you to continue.
You can’t help but grin, taking a sip of your drink and stroking him again.
Your eyes flutter over to the man on your right and you almost choke on your drink at the way he’s looking at you.
He’s obviously aware of what you’re doing, and you have to stop yourself from giggling.
You tease Steve beneath the table for the rest of the meal, stroking his hard cock through the fabric of his shorts and relishing in the way he looks at you. Promising a punishment that you’re beyond excited for.
~*~
“Okay folks, you guys ready?” Your dad shouts from the doc, Steve beside him helping set up the fireworks.
You and Wanda both cheer, excited about the fireworks.
They begin setting them off and the two of you watch in awe as your attention is captured.
“I’m gonna go down on the swing to watch, wanna come?” Wanda asks, stepping towards the stairs leading down to the porch swing.
“Yeah, I’m just gonna grab a sweater.”
She nods and heads down to the swing.
As you turn to the cabin to get a sweater, you freeze in your tracks.
Bucky’s leaning against the sliding glass door, a cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth and his dark eyes trained on you.
“B-Bucky. I didn’t hear you come out.”
You mentally curse yourself for being reduced to a stuttering mess whenever he's around.
“You had fun with Steve, huh?”
You swallow hard and lick your lips, unsure of how to proceed.
He pushes off the door and steps toward you, forcing you to back up until your back hits the railing of the deck.
You’re trapped between the wood and his hard body and you don’t know what to do.
“You’ve been teasing us all day, crybaby. That’s not something a good girl does, is it?”
You tilt your head back to look at him as the fireworks explode overhead, his eyes illuminated for a brief moment before darkness masks his face once again.
“I was just returning the favour, James.”
Hearing you say his name has his cock standing at attention and fuck, he loves hearing it come from your pretty lips.
“Oh yeah? And what’s your plan now? Because, the way I see it, he and I have every right to do whatever we want to this sweet, tight body of yours. I could spin you around, bend you over, and fuck your cute little cunt till you’re crying. Right outside in front of your friend and your dad. Is that what you want, baby?”
You open your mouth to answer, but he’s already got you spun around and bent slightly over the railing of the deck.
You inhale sharply, hands grabbing at the wood as another firework bursts overhead.
His fingers trail between your thighs beneath your dress, and he lets out a soft curse when he finds you bare and wet for him.
“You’re really playing with fire here, crybaby, you know that?” He whispers, his lips trailing over your neck as his fingers slowly slide through your folds.
You bite your lip to keep yourself quiet, eyes focused on where your dad and Steve are.
All the way down at the dock.
Surely too far away to make out exactly what’s going on.
Bucky’s fingers find your clit and you gasp, hips automatically pushing back into his hand, and he chuckles softly.
“You’re so easy, crybaby. I can play you like a fucking fiddle. Do you have any idea how easy it is for me to make you cum? For me to have you begging and crying?”
You hum softly, rocking your hips in time with his fingers.
“Maybe you should remind me,” you whisper, wanting nothing more than to cum after how wound up you’ve been all day.
He laughs softly, his fingers not slowing as he nuzzles his nose into your hair.
“Is that what you want, baby? You want me to make you cum? Wanna cream all over my fingers like the good little slut I know you are?”
You nod eagerly, your body wound tight and ready for the sweet release you know he can bring you.
He chuckles quietly and presses a gentle kiss to the top of your head, then grabs a handful of your hair and yanks your head back until it’s resting on his shoulder.
“Good girls get to cum. Bad girls get punished. Meet me in the living room at one and you’ll get what you deserve, princess.”
With that, he releases you and takes a step away, then bounds down the stairs and onto the grass, giving Wanda a wink on his way.
You stay leaning against the railing, breathing hard and squeezing your thighs together in frustration.
These two are gonna be the death of you. But what a way to go.
~*~
You toss and turn all night, unable to get even a wink of sleep as you count down the minutes until 1am.
Eventually, the clock strikes one, but you find yourself paralyzed with fear and anticipation.
What will they do to you?
What if your dad finds out?
Oh god, this can’t end well.
Finally mustering up your courage, and using the cover of just needing a glass of water, you venture out of your room and slowly make your way through the cabin.
The lights in the living room are off, and you let out a sigh of relief.
They probably got the hint after waiting for fifteen minutes.
Disappointment and relief play tug-of-war with your heart as you get yourself a glass of water from the kitchen.
At least now you’ll probably be able to finally get some sleep. Just as soon as you deal with your aching clit.
“You know, Steve didn’t think you’d show. But I knew you’d make it.”
You tense up at the sound of his smooth voice, searching for the source of it in the darkness of the room.
“And, though I’m glad you finally decided to grace us with your presence, punctuality is important to me.” His voice slowly gets closer until you can make out the outline of his body in the darkness.
“I-I’m sorry,” you try softly, setting your glass down and bracing your hands on the counter behind your back.
“After all the teasing today? No, you’re not. But you will be.” His firm hands find your waist with ease, and then he’s spinning you around and bending you over across the kitchen island.
You huff out a surprised gasp when a second set of hands pushes your hair away from your face.
“How are we gonna punish our sweet girl, Buck?” Steve’s voice asks from in front of you.
You swallow hard as the oversized shirt you’re wearing gets pushed up your back, your panties yanked down your thighs next.
“Hmm...” Bucky acts as if he’s thinking as his hands caress the globes of your ass, but he already knows what he’s got planned for you.
“How about... one for every minute you were late?” He punctuates his question with a particularly rough smack to your ass, and you yelp softly only for Steve to cover your mouth with his large hand.
“I think that sounds like a good idea,” the blond agrees.
Without giving you any warning, the brunet’s hand comes down hard on your ass again, and you jolt away from the pain as much as you’re able to from your position on the counter.
He spanks you again, then again, and twice more after that, and pretty soon tears are prickling at your eyes and the ache between your thighs has morphed into a throb.
You’re mumbling pleas and apologies into Steve’s hand, and both men can’t help but coo at how adorable you look.
With each strike of his hand against your ass, you crawl closer and closer to the edge, your climax just out of reach when he finally whispers ‘fifteen’.
“Good girl. There you go, you pretty little thing. Took it like a champ,” Bucky praises as he massages your aching flesh.
You whine softly, cheeks tear-stained and glistening.
Steve releases your mouth and leans down to kiss your forehead.
“You’re such a good girl for us, honey. The prettiest girl I’ve ever seen,” he whispers softly, his voice gentle and kind.
Your insides get warm and fuzzy at the praise from both of them and you can’t help the smile that pulls at the corner of your mouth.
“Now, sweet girl. You gonna let me eat your pretty pussy? I remember you saying you’d ride my face. Well, what are you waiting for, honey?”
He helps you stand on your shaky legs, then leads you into the living room with Steve hot on your heels.
Each man has a hand somewhere on your body, and you don’t hate it. In fact, you could die happily in their arms.
After an orgasm, of course.
Bucky lies down on the couch on his back while Steve turns on a dim lamp in the corner of the room, giving you just enough light to see where each man is.
“C’mon, baby. Lemme taste that pretty pussy. I’ve missed her.”
You climb nervously onto the couch, nodding at the questioning look on his face, then position yourself with your knees on either side of his head and your pussy right above his mouth.
“None of that hovering shit, sweetheart. I’m a man, not a boy. I can handle you. I wanna feel you ride my face.”
He grabs your hips and yanks them down until your weight is firmly resting on his face, and then his talented tongue is working your clit.
“O-oh!” You exclaim, tumbling forward and grabbing onto the arm of the couch for stability.
“Oh God... Bucky... oh fuck...”
He works your body like he’s spent years studying it, finding every angle that makes you twitch.
Steve comes to stand at the edge of the couch, smoothing his hands through your hair and cupping your face, forcing you to look up at him through glossy eyes as his friend brings you closer and closer to the edge.
“You look so pretty riding his face, honey. So fuckin’ pretty,” he murmurs, leaning in to capture your lips with his.
The kiss is intense and passionate, and you can’t help but whine softly against his mouth when his fingers dart beneath your shirt to tug on your nipples.
Bucky’s hands slide over your thighs, pulling you further onto his face while his tongue attacks your clit.
You moan into Steve’s mouth, your hands coming up to rest on his shoulders, nails digging into the bare skin.
“M’gonna cum,” you whisper against his mouth, leaning your chest into his hands as he fondles your breasts.
“Do it, honey. Cum all over his face. C’mon, sweet girl,” Steve coaxes, tugging and twisting your nipples and nipping at your bottom lip while you rock your hips against Bucky’s face.
The additional stimulation pushes you over the edge quickly, and you crumple forward against Steve’s chest, panting against his mouth as you convulse.
He supports your weight while Bucky licks you through your orgasm, relishing in the feeling of your walls spasming and fluttering while you whimper and moan against Steve.
“Good girl... fuck, you’re such a good girl for us,” Steve praises, hugging you to his chest for a moment then helping you off of Bucky’s face.
The brunet sits up and pulls you to sit on his lap, his beard glistening in the dim light of the room.
“Fuck, you taste like heaven,” he whispers, leaning in and kissing you deeply.
You taste yourself on his mouth and can’t help but sigh into it.
Something about the way he’s so comfortable being sexual with you, so open and confident without a hint of insecurity makes you so unbelievably attracted to him.
You rock your hips on his lap, wanting -no, needing- more.
“You’re a greedy girl, aren't you?” He muses against your lips, pulling back to look at you.
You nod, breathing heavily and wanting nothing more than to have his thick cock inside you.
“Please fuck me,” you beg softly, lust-filled eyes trained on him.
He groans softly and nods, pushing you to lie down on your back.
You huff out a breath and sit up while he rises, yanking your shirt off and watching as he and Steve drop their sweatpants.
Steve comes to kneel at your head while Bucky makes his way between your thighs again.
“Buck says I’m not allowed to fuck you, sweetheart,” Steve whispers. “Not yet, anyway. Punk wants to keep that sweet tight cunt to himself and, honestly, I don’t blame him. Still can’t help but be jealous. I’d love to feel your squeeze me, princess. Fuck, I dream of the day when I can finally cum inside you, pump you full.”
You squirm on the couch, desperate to be filled with cock and cum, and the two men share a soft chuckle.
“Getting our girl all worked up, Stevie. Look at how desperate she is.”
‘Our girl’. You can’t help but sigh at that.
You belong to them, to both of them. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.
Steve rubs the tip of his hot cock against your lips, smearing a bead of precum around and chuckling softly when your mouth drops open.
“You’re just desperate for cock at this point, aren’t you?” He questions softly, pushing into your mouth and rubbing against your tongue.
You can only nod slightly, not wanting to disturb him as he plays with your mouth.
Bucky’s hands rub gently along your thighs, smoothing over the skin and sending shivers racing up your spine.
“You like teasing her, huh?” He asks, a smile on his face as he watches his friend have fun with you.
“She makes it hard not to,” Steve admits, slowly pushing his cock down your throat.
You brace one hand above your head on his thigh, trying hard to keep your throat open and push your gag reflex down as he starts thrusting gently.
“Aw, look at how nice he’s being, Angel. Treating you like you’re fragile or something,” Bucky says with a chuckle, using one hand to guide his cock to your dripping hole while the other hand shoves your shirt up above your breasts, two fingers pinching your nipple.
“We all know that’s not true though, don’t we?” He punctuates his question with a harsh thrust that kisses your cervix and you can’t help but moan around Steve’s length, trying to suppress the cough that wants to follow.
The brunet feels proud at how well you take his cock, like your body was made specifically for him. And he plans on taking complete advantage of that.
His pace is even, each thrust rough enough to have a soft moan falling from your mouth and every time a noise comes from you, Steve moans from above you. The vibrations combined with how hot and wet your mouth is has the blond trying desperately to hold onto his composure.
You feel so full.
So completely stuffed from both ends and you’ve never been happier.
Bucky fits perfectly in your cunt, each drag of his girth along your walls has sparks shooting to your clit, a type of stimulation you didn’t think you’d get from penetration alone - yet here you are.
Your orgasm creeps up on you slowly, getting closer and closer with each thrust of Bucky’s hips and every tug of your hair in Steve’s hand.
Your senses are clouded. Nothing exists beyond Bucky in your cunt and Steve in your mouth. All you can taste, feel, hear, and smell is the three of you and you’d love to bask in it forever.
“Fuck, you feel so good, sweetheart. Nice n’ tight... wet... shit, honey, you feel like heaven, you know that? God, I could fuck this sweet little pussy all night. Might just have to.”
Bucky’s words have you gushing around him, a moan vibrating against Steve’s cock again and the blond can’t hold back anymore.
“Fuck, honey. Shit... I tried to be gentle but fuck, you feel too good. I’m sorry.” With that, he holds your head in both hands and begins fucking your throat like you’re nothing more than a fucktoy.
He uses you to get off. He ignores your gags and coughs and the tears running down your temples and he fucks you like he owns you.
And between your thighs, Bucky does the same thing.
He has your hips hoisted up slightly, the angle allowing him to get so much deeper and fuck you so much harder. His hands are firmly planted on your hips, gripping so tightly that you know you’re going to have bruises in the morning but you also don’t care.
His cock hits your sweet spot with every thrust, and you can’t stop the moans from falling between gags.
Everything is too much. The pleasure between your legs mixes so beautifully with all the pain and it pushes you over the edge, your climax slamming into you like a train.
“Fuck... can feel you cumming, sweet girl. Fuck, that’s right... cream on my cock, princess. It’s all yours, you know that,” Bucky murmurs, grunting at the vice-like grip your cunt has on his cock.
Steve doesn’t last much longer, yanking his cock out of his mouth and furiously stroking it until ropes of his cum are bursting out and painting your face.
You cough and gasp, moaning far louder than you really should as Bucky fucks you through your orgasm and Steve cums on your face.
“Fuck, you look so pretty covered in his cum, baby. So fuckin’ pretty. M’gonna fill you up now. Gonna fill this tight little pussy with my cum then send you back to bed leaking. You want that? Wanna be full of my cum?”
You nod immediately, your hands finding his chest as his thrusts get sloppy.
Your nails dig into the meat of his chest and break the skin, but you’re both so far gone in your pleasure that you hardly register that.
All that matters is him pumping you full of cum exactly like he said he would.
“Please,” you whisper roughly, dragging your nails down his arms until your fingers are wrapped around his wrists - so thick that you can’t even touch the tip of your thumb to your middle finger.
“Fuck, baby. You ready for it? Yeah?” He asks, piercing blue eyes focused on your fucked-out face.
It takes two more thrusts for him to meet his high and then he’s making good on his promise.
He paints your walls white, fills you with warmth exactly like he said he would, and you feel so whole and content at that moment.
With Steve stroking your hair and Bucky smoothing his hands over your thighs, you feel happy.
A content sigh falls from your lips and you settle deeper into the couch, exhaustion creeping up on you.
“Did we fuck you to sleep, pretty girl?” Steve asks softly, his fingers wiping the mess off of your face gently.
You only hum in response, the sound scratchy and hoarse.
He chuckles and presses a quick kiss to your forehead before straightening up and tugging his boxers on.
“How do you feel, honey?” Bucky asks gently, his eyes soft and full of something that has your heart jumping in your chest.
You nod your response then clear your throat when he raises his eyebrows expectantly.
“Sore,” you manage to whisper, your lids feeling heavy.
The two men share a soft chuckle and Bucky pulls you onto his lap so you’re cradled in his arms, his softening cock still lodged inside of you.
“How about we go take a quick shower to get you cleaned up, hmm? Then we can put you to bed.”
You nuzzle your head into the crook of his neck and wind your arms around his strong body.
“Will you stay with me?” You ask softly, the question muffled slightly from where your lips are pressed against his skin.
He rubs his hands across your back and then a second set of hands is smoothing over your hair.
“We can’t stay for too long, Princess, but definitely until you fall asleep,” Bucky whispers, peppering kisses along any skin exposed to him.
Steve nods his agreement and pushes your hair aside to allow him to press a kiss to the back of your neck.
“Now c’mon, crybaby. Let’s get you cleaned up.”
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missacidburn928 · 4 months
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It's that time of year again. I wrote this beauty two years ago and it still is my most read fic on ao3. Need a distraction today? Give it a read or re-read.
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Best Served Hot
Family dinner at the compound for the rest of the team to formally meet you. After an encounter with Thor, Bucky decides to make sure that every alpha in the room has no doubt who you belong to. You find out some interesting information about your Alpha and one Steven Grants Rogers that leads the night down a surprising path.
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welldonebeca · 8 months
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bratty baby (1)
Summary: When you act out, Steve and Bucky teach you, their bratty baby, a lesson.  
(It’s just porn. There is barely a plot holding this together.)
Warnings: Masturbation. Teasing. Degrading kink. Dom/Sub dynamics. Smut. Orgasm control/Denial. Edging. Daddy kink.
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Steve was busy and Bucky wasn't home.
Everything always started when Steve was busy and Bucky wasn't home, because you had to get horny when you were supposed to be entertaining yourself, and it wasn't your fault that entertaining yourself usually meant reading.
And maybe it was your fault that most of your reading materials were some sort of porn.
However, you could never fully entertain yourself when one of the boys were home, cause you were only allowed to masturbate when you were home alone, and only once a day at the most!
And how could you not get horny, when your boyfriends were so fucking hot and Steve looked so big and so delectable on that stupid couch where he was reading his reports?!
You sneaked to him with bare feet and just a big shirt you'd stolen right out of Bucky's wardrobe, holding a teddy bear nearly your size in your hand.
"Daddy?" you called softly.
He didn't even raise his head from the big and heavy folder on his hand.
"Yes, my baby?" he lowered his reading glasses, looking at something from over the lenses.
You pouted, swinging on the balls of your feet.
"I'm bored."
Steve hummed a little bit, tapping something onto his phone, but you couldn't see it.
"I know, baby," he set it aside. "But daddy's busy. Have you tried playing your games?"
"My Switch is out of juice," you kicked the air.
He picked up a pen, writing something onto the paper.
"And your kindle?"
You bit your lower lip.
"You know why I can't read my Kindle when you're home."
Steve glanced back at you, raising his eyebrow.
"What about your Sims game?"
You pouted.
"But daddy," you walked to him. "I don't want to play the Sims."
He sighed and you walked to him, sitting on his thighs with your legs spread, and he rested a hand on your back, still very focused.
You nuzzled into his neck, holding his shoulder, and he barely glaced at you when you adjusted yourself, pressing yourself against the fabric of his pants and started rocking your hips, rubbing your clit against his thigh.
"Princess," he lifted your shirt slowly, touching your lower back with his warm hand, and you shivered. "Why aren't you wearing your panties?"
You whined, closing your eyes. Fuck, you were so horny.
"Was reading," you mumbled into his skin. "Can I play, daddy? Please?"
There was a moment of suspension and he kissed your shoulder.
"Daddy's busy, sweetheart," he patted your lower back. "Come on, hop off."
You whined, squirming on top of him, not stopping with your hips.
"Please," you whimpered. "Please, daddy."
Steve clicked his tongue.
"You don't want a warning, princess," he pulled his hand back. "Hop off, go on."
You did, and Steve moved right back to his work and you stomped.
"Go play with your toys," he shooed you with one hand. "I'm sure uncle Bucky will be back anytime now."
You pouted. No, he wouldn't. Bucky was in the Farmer's Market and he always took hours when he was there.
But your eye fell on your teddy.
Mr Sprinkles was a toy.
You grabbed him and strode to the armchair by the side of the couch and set it down, pulling your shirt up and climbing on him.
And you rode your teddy bear's face with the energy you would ride your boyfriends' dicks and faces.
You gave all of yourself to it, bounced your tits, moaned aloud like a slut, and you knew Steve was watching.
You opened your eyes after a long moment of performance to find his eyes right on you, his arms crossed and his pants tenting with his cock.
"No slowing down, little princess," he commanded before you could do so. "You only stop when daddy tells you to stop."
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little-spicy · 1 year
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MOONLIGHT
Sequel to Sunrise Sunset!!!
Summary: After months of being with her Orc husbands the cottage is finished. Not only that but she has a surprise for her two mates as well.
MINORS DNI!!!! SMUT 🔥🔥 Praise kink, tummy bulge, etc.
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THE MORNING SUN ROSE INTO THE SKY, the hues of orange and yellow began to fill the forest. As the sun rose, the sunbeams began to fall down onto the young woman as she laid down in the Dewey grass.
Y/N was held securely between her two mates, the light snores coming from both of them and contrasted with the small breaths from Y/N.
It was as if she had woken up from the morning after her wedding night. Feeling warm and secure as could hear the noises of the morning forest.
She tried not to wake her mates up as she got out of their grips and stretched out her bare form. It was another night of insatiable passion from her two mates and most nights ended with her being naked.
She tiptoed over to the river right next to their almost finished home that had been worked on for months. Both Steve and Bucky had told her that they were gonna make the perfect home for them and that's exactly what they promised.
Months of working and building and asking for her opinion on how she wanted the home. It was turning beautifully and she even started to garden so that they could have fresh berries and vegetables.
She couldn't even imagine how her life would of been if she had stayed in the kingdom. She did miss her family with all her heart but the love that she began to have for her mates only grew and grew.
Y/N grabbed soap from one of the bags they had, and dipped into the river to clean herself. The sweat from the night before and the dry seed that laid on her thighs washed away as she rubbed soap over her body.
She hummed softly and was in a world of her own that she didn't realize Steve had woken up. He came up behind her and held her waist causing her to squeal.
"Hush darling, don't want to wake up Bucky." Steve said and kissed her neck. "I love waking up every morning seeing you bare."
He began to nip at her neck and she felt overwhelmed and felt her knees buckle, a wave of nausea hit and she gripped Steve's arm. He could tell something was wrong and looked at her worryingly.
"Are you alright?" He asked and Y/N took a few deep breaths and she turned around to him and smiled.
"Must be me waking up so early." Y/N said, and kissed his cheek. "So what's your agenda today?"
"Well Bucky and I have to finish a few things with the village, and after that we have a meeting with council in a bit." Steve said and kissed her head. "I know Natasha said she wanted to spend time with you, Bruce is so excited for the baby."
Not only was Y/N happy in a blissful marriage but so was her hand maiden. She was six months pregnant and Bruce was ecstatic and so was the whole village.
The birth of a new baby orc was a very important ordeal and Natasha was never more happy. There were many feasts that celebrated the welcome of a new orc coming to the world, and was told that there would be a big ceremony for when the baby came.
"I'll see her in the village, I know Gamora wanted to spend time as well." Y/N said, another orc that she grew friends with.
"Alright." Steve said and smirked, he picked her up and she laughed. "In the meantime let's get you washed up."
Steve kissed her and Y/N touched his cheek and kissed back, moaning as she felt herself grow wet as he growled.
She giggled as he began to rub soap over her body and kissed her body. She leaned her body against his and moaned loudly as Steve decided to slide a finger between her folds, touching her clit and causing sparks to erupt.
"What a way to wake up." Bucky said and the two of them turned around as Bucky smirked, looking down at them.
"Do you want his cock princess?" Steve asked and Y/N whimpered and the orcs chuckled.
"Such a needy princess." Bucky said and came over and picked her up. She squealed and laughed. "Now let me eat my breakfast first."
Bucky sat her on a rock on the edge of the river and began to feast on her folds. She moaned loudly as her mate ate her out, his thick and large tongue ran over her folds and all she could do was moan and try to move but being held tightly by his arms.
"Now here's a real view." Steve said and came over and began to suck her tits. "Are you gonna cum on his tongue, princess?"
"Yes! God, yes!" She screamed and felt her wall clamp over his large tongue and began to shiver in pleasure. She tugged on Steve's hair as she bucked her hips, riding out her pleasure as Bucky drank every drop of her juices.
He hummed as he felt her cum dripping down his chin and took everything he could.
Bucky got up and stared at his mate as she felt dazed and drunk off of his cunnlingus. Steve kissed her forehead and Bucky stroked his cock and smirked at her.
"Now that your wet princess, lets stretch you again." Bucky said and swiftly plunged his cock into her aching and drenched hole.
She moaned loudly and it was music to their ears. She could hear the sound of the water moving as Bucky pounded into her relentlessly.
Steve messed and grabbed her tits with one hand and the other was stroking his cock, entranced as he watched.
"Maybe this time our seed will take, you'll be filled with our children and be treated like a queen." Steve said and Y/N clenched around Bucky and that seemed to make Bucky go deeper as he growled and suddenly picked her up.
Placing his forehead against her and pounded into her, she felt so content and close and felt safe as his arms were wrapped around her.
"I'm gonna cum again!" She screamed and Bucky growled again and kissed her fiercely. Feeling her clench and she could feel her walls milking his cock.
"Yes, Gods." Bucky cried out and pounded a couple more times until he let his cock plug her cunt and let his cum fill in her.
Steve came with a cry as he continued to pump his cock, letting the strips of come fall onto Y/N's tummy and legs.
She let out a shaky breath and could feel his cum on her thighs. She clenched again and Bucky chuckled.
"You are such a good girl, princess." Bucky said and Steve came forward and held Y/N as Bucky slowly slid out, Y/N whined from the emptiness.
"I'll let you relax darling, I'll have my time tonight." Steve said and kissed her damp forehead. She curled into his warm arms, and their hearts warmed at her affection.
"Now let's get you cleaned up." Bucky said and Steve sat down in the water, letting her float softly on the river.
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After finishing the wash in the river, Steve and Bucky walked Y/N to the village and went their separate ways.
Y/N went to her friends, while Steve and Bucky went to talk to the council and discuss issues within the clan.
Y/N didn't talk about it often, but she often asked if her father had done anything since she left with them. She wasn't a fool when her father would most likely try to find her.
She wondered what would happen if her father found her happy with her mates. Would he hate her? Would he kill them?
She tried not to think about it and all she was told was that her father would never dare to. Their home was far beyond the kingdom, and with the help of Okoye's and one of the other elders magic; Ramonda they were protected.
"So when are you due?" Y/N asked and as Natasha sat on the ground, placing her hand on her very large belly.
"In a few weeks." Natasha gushed and smiled happily. "Bruce is so ecstatic, we have a few names in mind but we want to wait til the baby is born."
"This pregnancy is different from ours isn't it?" Y/N asked and Natasha nodded.
Carrying an Orc child was different, it took a little less longer than a normal human baby, especially because the baby was a little larger.
It took only seven months for the orc baby to be born, and throughout that time Natasha also had said before that her sexual appetite and her food intake was very high.
She felt as if she was actually an orc, she told Y/N multiple times that she ate more than she needed. Y/N saw at a few feast how much Natasha could eat.
And to Y/N she understood, she didn't think of it as disgusting, a woman's body was changing and to make sure the baby was okay she listened to Okoye.
"It's true, when I was pregnant with my daughter Meredith, Peter felt like I was a different woman." Gamora added and Y/N huffed and continued to snack on the various berries as she felt self conscious.
Natasha and Gamora could see her solemn face and Natasha took her hand.
"What's wrong?" Natasha asked and Y/N tried not to cry.
"I've been married for months and I haven't been pregnant, Steve and Bucky have been trying, what if-" Y/N paused and looked at them worryingly. "What if I'm barren?"
"Nonsense." Gamora said and Y/N listened to the orc. "Sometimes it takes longer, that's why usually orcs try to find maidens for a mate, they are more fertile. For me it took years for Peter and I to have our daughter. if you want you can ask Okoye."
"Of course, Okoye could give you herbs or something to help." Natasha said and Y/N munched on the berries more and Natasha chuckled and grabbed the bowl of berries. "Let's put the berries away and go."
Y/N huffed and grabbed the bowl of berries.
"I can walk and eat." She grumbled and Gamora and Natasha laughed.
Y/N got up and when she did, the same feeling of dizziness came to her. She blinked a few times and took a breath.
"You okay?" Gamora asked worryingly and Y/N nodded.
"I got up too quickly." Y/N said and shook her head and smiled. "Let's go."
Natasha and Gamora said no more and led Y/N to Okoye and Y/N hoped that Okoye would lead her to answers. But ones that filled her with hope.
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When they reached the tent, Okoye was inside sitting on her soft bear rug and next to the warm fire. The only light in the tank was from the fire and the soft glow of the fireflies in a lantern. Okoye smiled to the women as they came to her and the smell of lavender filled their senses.
"Welcome." Okoye said and the woman nodded to her.
"I've come to talk to you, Okoye." Y/N bit her lip as she felt anxious. "It's urgent."
"Sit with me my child." Okoye said as Y/N entered the tent. "You may leave."
Natasha and Gamora nodded, they knew it was a private conversation. Y/N smiled at them and watched as they left the tent.
"Thank you for speaking with me." Y/N said and looked down at the ground.
"Why do you need to speak with me?" Okoye said and Y/N looked up at Okoye with teary eyes.
"I'm worried Okoye- I've been with my mates for- for almost seven months and I haven't been with child." Y/N explained and touched her stomach. "Natasha is and I'm worried that- that- that-"
"That you cannot have child?" Okoye asked and Y/N said nothing but nodded. "Give me your hand."
Y/N listened and took the orc's enormous hand and Okoye grabbed a dagger. Y/N winced as Okoye cut her hand and Y/N hissed and pulled her hand back.
"What are you doing?" Y/N asked as Okoye held the blade close and then grabbed Y/N's hand and placed it above the fire.
Y/N watched as the fire went from a fiery red to a dark purple and erupted in the tent. Y/N gasped as Okoye sat firmly, smiling as the flame came up.
"What- what does that-" Y/N rambled until Okoye laughed, cutting her off.
"My dear, you need not worry." Okoye said as she grabbed a cloth, placing a remedy on the cloth, and wrapped it around Y/N's wounded hand.
"I don't understand- what did that-" Y/N was cut off as Okoye put Y/N's cloth covered hand on her stomach.
"You are with child." Okoye said and Y/N's eyes widened. "Strong babies in your womb I can sense."
"I am." Y/N cried as the tears fell. Okoye laughed and Y/N went from crying to laughing happily and hugging Okoye's huge form. "Thank you."
"Thank Mother Earth my child, we bless two new babies to our clan." She said and Y/N got up and couldn't help smiling.
Y/N thanked Okoye once more and when she exited the tent, she hugged Gamora and Natasha happily.
Happy that her wish had come true, now all she needed to do was to tell her mates.
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It was much later and night had fallen. Y/N had told Gamora and Natasha as soon as she left the tent and cried for she didn't know how long.
Y/N waited to tell her mates, and wanted to wait until they came to their home by the river. When she went to the tent where the elders resided, Y/N was told that her mates weren't there.
Y/N grew worried but Peter; Gamora's mate told her not to worry and that Sam, a dear friend of her mates would take her home.
Peter said that her mates were running late, and that she would stay by the river with Sam guarding her.
It was unusual but she knew not to question her mates decisions.
So that's where she was, she walking down the path as Sam stayed beside her, talking with her.
"So, are you gonna find a mate, Sam?" Y/N asked and Sam laughed.
"You sound like Steve and Bucky." Sam said and Y/N smiled. "I'm just waiting for the right one."
"That's sweet." Y/N said and Sam nodded.
"When Bucky and Steve saw you and you gave yourself to them, all they talked about was how you were the right one for them." Sam said. "I just want that feeling too."
"And you deserve it." Y/N said and held her hand on her tummy. Thinking of how her life turned out with her mates, she didn't realize that she had arrived until Sam snapped her out of her trance.
"Here we are." Sam said and Y/N jolted and looked forward. She was expecting to see the blanket and lantern lit but it wasn't.
She looked forward and saw lights in the cottage her mates had built. She gasped as she could see lights lit up the front door and how it looked completely beautiful finished.
"I don't underst-" Y/N was cut off by Sam.
"They wanted to get it done as soon as possible, so some of helped with the last touches." Sam said. "I'll leave you with your mates."
Y/N cried as she walked toward the door, she could smell the strong smell of lavender in the air. She opened the door to find her mates in their living room/Kitchen.
Their living room had a beautiful bear rug in the middle and a fireplace that warmed the house. Y/N saw plants hung above the fireplace, and the windows had colorful stain glass, different hues of purple and greens.
"Oh my." Y/N said as she saw her mates with dinner and flowers that were surrounding their home.
"Welcome home, princess." Steve said and Y/N cried and came over to Steve and Bucky and hugged both of them.
"It's- it's so beautiful." Y/N said as she wiped her tears away.
"Here's the best part." Bucky said and opened a door to reveal their room.
The room was had a very large bed for the three of them, their house was big as it was to accommodate her orc husbands. She got into the bed and laid down in it. She had never felt such comfort, the bed was soft and warm.
She closed her eyes, feeling content and felt the bed dip on both sides, she opened her eyes and saw her mates looking at her.
"Do you like it?" Steve asked and looked at the blankets underneath them. "We asked Natasha if she could make quilts and she agreed to surprise you."
"I love it." Y/N said and kissed Steve and then Bucky. "It's perfect."
"We also had two other rooms, you could use it for yourself or use both for a nursery." Bucky said and touched her stomach. "I know we'll have a child soon."
"We know it's taking a while but these things take time." Steve said and growled, pulling her close. "Making the child is the best part."
Y/N teared up and smiled, grabbing both of her mates hand and placed them on her belly.
"Maybe it's sooner than you think." Y/N told them and they looked down at her confused. She gave them a second to process but still there confused face stood.
"I'm with child." Y/N told them and her eyes welded up with tears. "Okoye told me earlier today, we're going to be parents."
Their eyes widened at the realization and touched her gently as if she was made of glass and held her close.
"We're going to be fathers." Bucky said as held then both close and looked down at their mate with such adoration and pride. "Our princess."
Bucky leaned down and kissed her, his hand touching her stomach. She placed her hands on Bucky's face and kissed him back. Steve came from behind and kissed her neck.
"Well I know your already with child, but I'll still enjoy the fantasy of breeding you." Steve said and Y/N pulled away from Bucky and laughed.
"Then what are you waiting for?" Y/N told him, and turned to face Steve. "Breed me."
Both of the men growled and placed her down on the bed.
"You've just awoke the beast princess." Steve said and dragged her to the edge of the bed.
"Have I?" She taunted. "Whatever shall I do."
Steve grabbed the fabric of her dress up ripped it, her naked form revealed to them. Steve then grabbed her underwear from her and could see her slick shining. Steve smirked and pulled his cock out.
Y/N kissed Bucky as Steve began to tease her and slide his cock through her folds. Y/N whimpered at the feeling and bucked her hips up. Steve grabbed her hips, and in an instant plunged in.
Y/N parted from Bucky's lips to gasp out loud and both men felt as if they heard an angel. Steve began to pound into her slowly and she smiled as she leaned up to touch Steve's cheek.
Steve leaned into her touch and kissed her hand, Bucky came up from behind her and held her up and kissed her neck and sucked on her sweet spot.
"You look so good for us princess, such a good girl." Bucky said and Y/N nodded as Steve continued his torturous pace.
"I can't wait til your breast swell with milk." Steve said and touched her breast and she squeezed him tight at the thought.
Steve felt it and that drove him over the edge, he grabbed her hips and began to pound into her relentlessly.
"Yes! Oh god!" Y/N gasped and suddenly Steve flipped her on stomach and continued his pace. Y/N faced Bucky and he cupped her cheeks and kissed her.
Y/N pulled away and saw his cock begging for release, seeing the show Y/N and Steve put. Y/N put her hand on Bucky's chest to push him back, he understood and laid down and Y/N began to devour his cock.
Bucky hissed as her whimpers and moans added more pleasure as she tried to take his cock whole.
Steve felt close to release and knew she was close, he rubbed her clit and Y/N let go of Bucky's cock with a pop and screamed as she felt the wave of pleasure roll on to her.
"I can feel my cock right there in your womb baby, fuck." Steve groaned.
Bucky hearing her scream made him cum right there on the spot and his cum began to cover her tits and neck.
Once Steve saw Bucky and felt Y/N cum that was it for him and he slammed into one last time until he felt his cock convulse in her velvet walls and let out a strangled moan.
Y/N felt weak and Bucky grabbed her and placed her on his chest. He could feel Steve's seed leaking on his thighs as Y/N breathed softly, feeling tired.
"Let's clean you and then we go to bed." Bucky said and Y/N shook her head and held Bucky tighter.
"No, tomorrow." Y/N said and She felt the bed dip and Steve came over with a warm washcloth and she could smell a stew which caused her stomach to grumble.
Both orcs chuckled and Bucky handed Y/N over to Steve and Steve placed her on her back and began to clean her breasts and thighs.
Bucky grabbed the stew and began to feed to her slowly, both men pampered her and she felt so content at that moment.
Steve finished cleaning and placed the used cloth on the side table and put his large hands on her stomach and kissed her neck.
Bucky handed the stew to Steve and he put it next to the cloth and both orcs put Y/N in between them.
Y/N was so tired she felt asleep instantly and both men put their foreheads on her cheek.
"She's going to be an amazing mother." Steve said and Bucky nodded.
"We are going to be fathers, the clan will know in a couple days but for now we enjoy our new home." Bucky said and looked down at Y/N and snuggled into her.
"Let's rest." Steve said and got up from the bed.
Steve went over to the lanterns that lit the dim cottage. He blew them out and darkness filled the room and the moonlight was the only source of light.
Bucky grabbed Y/N and lifted her sleeping body as Steve grabbed the blankets from under them and Bucky put Y/N under the covers.
Steve and Bucky then got under the blankets and held their mate together.
"Goodnight punk." Bucky said and Steve let out a few laughs.
"Goodnight you jerk." Steve said and the two of them shut their eyes and the sound of their mates breathing lulled them both to sleep and the small rays of moonlight kept them safe.
FINALLY FINISHED THIS ONE!!!!! Hope you like it! Like, Reblog, comment if you like this and if you have any requests or ideas let me know! 💕💕
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aloneatpeace · 1 year
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Steve: Okay, I’m going to get the wedding cake.
Y/n: Perfect, while you do that I’ll check on the ring bear.
Steve: ...
Steve: You mean ring bearER, right?
Y/n: ...
Steve: Look me in the eyes and tell me you are not going to bring a dangerous wild animal to our wedding.
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amber-michaelson · 1 year
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My Two Big Boys
Steve Rogers x hurt reader x Bucky Barnes
Summary: sometimes your boyfriends have a hard time at work and bring it home making it worse for you
Read at own risk
Warning: reader gets hurt
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You knew something was up when they didn't arrive in the same car or the one just grunting when you ask about the other you knew you were gonna be in for it when they didn't even look at eachother.
Yn pov
I sighed the the only thing that anyone could here was the knifes and forks scraping against the plates as we ate dinner, i rolled my eyes 'next time I should just get the paper plates' "so how was work" i asked but only got a one word answer 'good' and 'ok' and tensed and Steve just got up and left to eat in the lounge "what-" I was interrupted by bucky standing up and left to go eat in the den, my heart started to ach as I just wanted a nice dinner with my partners but sometimes that's just to much to ask I decided I wasn't hungry anymore and put my food in the microwave and slowly made my way up to the bedroom but paused on the stairs "goodnight" I called out but no response "wow never knew you were angry at me" I muttered to myself walking into the bedroom and changed into my pj's and brushed my teeth before getting into bed I stayed a wake a little longer wanting at least one of them to come to bed but they never did 'good night I guess' I shut my eyes and drifted into a restless sleep
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I woke up to the sounds of shouting coming from down stairs and I jumped out of bed and running to see what was going on only to find Steve and bucky arguing over something stupid but it got serious when bucky picked up a pan and threw it against the wall "what the hell" I yelled but was blantly ignored "yea I can do that to bucky" Steve yelled picking up my glass vase and threw it near me shattering against the wall and a few of the shards hitting me and cutting me in the process, I yelled in pain which finally court their attention "yn shit fuck I'm sorry" Steve panicked rushing to me pleading for my forgiveness as bucky rushed to get the first aid "fuck" I said pulling a small shard out my cheek "baby I'm so sorry" he said leading me to sit down "I'm fine steve" I whinced he carefully wiped some of the blood off my face "no it's not fine I could've really hurt you" he growled to himself sitting down next to you "i got the first aid" bucky said walking back into the room and settled the first aid kit beside me the tension filled the room thickly as bucky started cleaning my wounds "Steve can you please get me some water" I asked glancing at him "sure babe" he said giving me a sad smile and left the room "you know it's not his fault" I murmured to bucky who growled out in frustration "it could've hit you yn" he muttered "it wouldn't have happened if I wasn't there I should've left you guys alone" I said staring into his eyes "once I heard the shout I sprung into action like I always do but look where that got me" I giggled, I was always the one trying to sort out people's fights it was just a natural thing I learned to do "but it shows you, you have a big heart" bucky said giving me a one-sided smile "but my big heart can be a fool sometimes" I said and turned my gaze to Steve who was leaning against the door frame "but it's your big heart that makes us love you so much" Steve smiled walking over and handing me the glass "done patching you up doll" he sighed and looked at Steve "I'm sorry" "I'm sorry too" I smiled "my two big boys back together".
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hellsenthero · 2 years
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Could you do a soft!Dom Bucky and hard!Dom Steve x fem!reader and the reader just got a punishment she didn't deserve from Steve and Bucky comforts the reader and Steve feels bad?? If you don't like it sorry but if you have time could you please😭🙏
Mistaken Punishment 
Written by:hellsenthero
Hard!DomSteve X Fem!Reader X Soft!DomBucky
Warnings/themes: Smut, swearing, safeword use, crying, angst, fluff.
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“I was worried sick about you,” Steve growled as he fucked into you harshly. The pace he set was brutal. Too fast and too harsh for you to have much pleasure from it. But that was the point. He was punishing you. 
“I’m-I’m sorry!” You cried out as he gave a particularly hard thrust. Your hands gripped onto your white bed sheets as he railed into you. Tears streamed down your face as he fucked you. You knew you could say your safe word, that he’d stop as soon as he heard red, but part of you felt that maybe you deserved the punishment. You had told Bucky about going out to the bar late with some of your girlfriends, but apparently, he’d never told Steve before going on his mission and your other boyfriend had sat at home, worried sick over your whereabouts.  
“Did you not think I’d fucking care about where you were at two in the fucking morning?” Steve asked. His hand wrapped itself around the back of your neck and squeezed tightly. “Did you think that I wouldn’t go out of my fucking mind with worry when you didn’t come home after work when Bucky was on a mission?” 
“Steve-” you begged, but the Captain wouldn’t listen. No matter how much you tried to explain your story, he wouldn’t listen. From the change of his thrusts you knew he was coming close to his second orgasm of the night. He’d no doubt come inside you, stilling for only a moment before continuing on, making a further mess between your legs. 
“Are you trying to make me punish you?” Steve spat. 
“No!” You cried out. The pain was growing worse as Steve kept up his rough treatment. You shoved your head into the pillow beneath you, unsure how much longer you could last before screaming out your safe word. “Steve, please, stop! Slow down!” 
“Why?” Steve growled. “Why should I-”
“Red!” You cried out finally. The pain overwhelming you. “Red! Steve, red!”
Steve stopped as soon as the first cry of red came from you. His grip on the back of your neck was gone as he spoke softly to you. 
“Okay, it’s okay baby. I’m sorry, I’m gonna pull out now, okay?” Steve got no answer from you. His lips turned down and his sweat-covered brow furrowed as he realized how far he’d gone. “Y/N?” He tried, but your loud sobs cut him off. The sound of the front door shutting noted him to Bucky being back home. “Want me to clean you up, baby?” Steven asked gently, still not daring to touch you. The only answer Steve got from you was your head shaking from side to side. Despite Steve having stopped, pain still shot through your nerves. You were so overwhelmed that the thought of being touched, even with a warm cloth, was too much. “Do,” Steve hesitated for a moment before going forward with his question. “Do you want me to get Bucky?”
There was a moment of silence before you nodded your head. Steve left the room without another word. A deep, shuddering breath left Y/N as her mind whirled. Even after taking Steve’s punishment, she still didn’t understand why she had been punished. Her boys always told her to tell one of them when she’d be going somewhere, just like Steve would tell either Bucky or her where he’d be going, or Bucky would tell her or Steve where he’d be going. So why, when she had told Bucky and not Steve, was she being punished? Nothing made sense to her and another sob escaped her as the door to their bedroom opened. Y/N didn’t realize anyone else was in the room with her until she felt the cool touch of Bucky’s metal hand on her back. 
“Hey doll,” Bucky said softly. “I’m here, you’re okay, you’re safe.”
“Bu-Bu-Bucky…” You sobbed. 
Bucky hushed you as he crawled into bed next to you. His arms wrapped around you, making you feel safe and warm. “It’s okay Y/N, you’re okay.” Your sobs began to die down as Bucky’s hand-carded gently through your hair. “Are you hurt?” Bucky asked. 
You took a moment to focus on your body. “A little. I’m sore, he…Steve was hard.”
“I know doll, Steve knows he went too hard on you.”
“Why, Bucky?” You asked softly. Bucky’s blue eyes met yours and you saw the worry and confusion in them. “Why did he punish me?”
Bucky’s eyes widened. “He punished you?”
You nodded your head. “He said it’s because I made him worry. That I didn’t tell him I’d be going out tonight after work but-”
“But you told me,” Bucky says softly, almost as though he’s in a daze. The pieces of the puzzle are starting to click into place for him as he’s realized how badly the two of them fucked up. 
“I thought you told him before you got called off for your mission.” You said. 
Bucky shook his head as he shifted on the bed. The comfort of the blanket and pillows became too hot, too suffocating. “I forgot.” Guilt surged through Bucky as he realized your punishment was all his fault. Yes, Steve had gone too far, that was on him, but if it weren’t for Bucky then Steve and you would never have been in that position in the first place. “Oh doll, I’m so sorry.” Bucky groaned. “I’m so sorry, this is my fault, Y/N I’m sorry,” Bucky said as he held you tighter, wishing he could turn back time and tell Steve about your plans for the night. 
“So, I was right?” You asked. “I wasn’t supposed to be punished.”
“Absolutely doll, you were absolutely right. I’m so sorry.” Bucky answered. He knew Steve was just outside the door, listening in, no doubt feeling guilty for his actions. “Did you want to talk to Steve about it? Or do you want to get cleaned up?’
You paused for a moment, thinking. “Talk then clean.”
“Okay,” Bucky answered. “Steve,” he called, not bothering to raise his voice. “You can come in.”
With a slow creak of the door, Steve stepped into the room, his head bowed and shoulders hunched. He stepped up to the edge of the bed but didn’t dare get any closer to you or Bucky. “I’m, I’m so sorry.” Steve rasped. You could tell he was trying to hold back his emotions. “I’m, I fucked up Y/N, I’m sorry. I never wanted to hurt you. I would never have punished you if I had known-”
“Steve,” you called. “Look at me.” Steve raised his head and his glassy eyes met your own. “I know you didn’t mean to hurt me.”
Steve nodded along. “It never should have happened.” 
“No,” you agreed, “it shouldn’t have. I think I knew that from the start and so I was already stressed going into…” you trailed off, waving your hand in the air as you searched for the right word. “The scene.” You said finally. “We all fucked up with communication today.” You said as you looked between your boyfriends. “Now we know it’s something we need to focus on.” 
Bucky pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head. “You’re absolutely right, doll.”
“Do you want Buck to help you get cleaned?” Steve asked, still hesitant as to if you’d welcome his touch so soon after the scene. 
Your lips turned up into a small smile. “I’d like both of you if that’s okay?”
Steve nodded immediately before climbing onto the bed and carefully pushing your sweaty hair out from your eyes. “Of course baby. Whatever you want.”
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buckgasms · 9 months
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Doctors Barnes and Rogers (Part 5)
Smut is here.... Guys I need you to be incredibly open to this plot not making any sense alright. Just don't ask question, just go with the feels okaaaay?
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You were finally settling in to your new home as your baby bump was growing ever larger. Your days were spent pottering about the house, doing little exercises, eating and spending time getting to know your handsome doctors.
You found they had spent less and less time in their office, in favour of working from home and being with you. That way they could monitor how you were feeling and if you needed anything, they could get it for you immediately.
Currently you were sitting on a big exercise ball easing some of the pressure on your back and hips, however as you sat there watching Bucky retie his hair you felt a different kind of pressure growing. You whined a little as you bounced and he rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, exposing his tanned, perfect arms...
"You need something sweetheart?" He asked, a sly smile on his face as you flushed and tried to remain nonchalant. "Oh... No I'm fine" you lie and he leaves his desk to walk over to you, helping you to your feet and running his hands down your arms.
"Remember, anything you need, Steve and I are more than happy to provide sweetie. You're doing so well and we're so proud of you. Whatever you need....ok?" You look up at him through your eyelashes and nibble at your lip.
"Um well...I guess I'm feeling a little... uncomfortable... down there.." You bury your face in your hands as he wraps his arms around you, letting you breathe in his fresh smell. "Ooh I see... Well don't worry about that sweet girl, I can take care of that for you easy."
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He takes you to your bedroom, which by now has been decorated just as you like it. Your big bed has been kept just for you, but you're pretty sure the two doctors would give their right arms to get in there with you. And as Bucky started smoothing his hands over your face and arms, you wondered why you hadn't let them.
"Let's take this pretty dress off shall we?" He says, pulling it over your head before sucking in a breath. His hands go straight to your tummy and smooth over your skin. "God you are so beautiful" he praises and you moan as he loosens your bra, tossing it to one side before rubbing his thumbs over your sensitive nipples.
Your arms reach for his face and he leans in for a kiss, it's a little difficult with your tummy but you manage as he continues to gently tweak at your nipples. "Please Bucky... It... It's too sensitive... Need you..."
He pulls away from the kiss and presses a final one to your cheek. "Ok pretty girl, lay down for me and I'll make you feel all better." You ease yourself down onto the bed and lean back against the headboard as he slowly pulls off his shirt and drops his trousers to the floor, his boxers following quickly after.
"Buckyyy" you whine as he stands there for a moment, pumping at his cock, his eyes hungry and possessive over you. "I know sweetie, don't worry, gonna make it all better" he growls before gripping your ankle and moving you so your hips are at the edge of the bed. He hooks his fingers under your underwear and drags them down, slipping his fingers between your soft folds and humming in approval. "Always so ready for us hmm? Such a good girl..."
You whine again and let your head fall back onto the soft duvet, gripping the sheets as he probes further and firmer against your aching heat. Just as he sinks a finger into you, you are surprised by Steve arriving at your bedroom door.
"Well, well, having fun are we?" His eyes sparkle with mischief as he swaggers into the room and settles by your head, as you flush at the sudden embarrassment of being 'caught' like this. "What's going on here honey?" He asks and you try to answer between Bucky's curling, pumping finger.
"I was... I needed... Bucky was just..."
But you could barely speak as the sounds of your wetness filled the room. Steve decided to add to your torture by squeezing and pinching gently at your nipples, making you jerk and gasp at every touch.
"Silly girl... Can't even speak huh? Were you feeling needy? Did you have a little tingle that needed playing with hmm?"
You exhale a sob and nod as he presses soft kisses to your forehead, cheek and nose, a sharp contrast to Bucky's flexing fingers. Your hands spring to Steve's as your orgasm builds to a peak, your entire body going taut as your climax streaks through you. "Squeezing me so tight... Good girl, so good for us..." Bucky groans, leaning in and pressing a kiss to your thigh before taking a seat next to you on the other side from Steve.
They both play with your breasts or stroke your tummy whilst talking as if you aren't even there. "Probably worth making a note of this. Help us know what she needs...and how often..."
You groan and wriggle between them. "Moore please... Still need you" a little pout forming on your lips. Steve chuckles and leans down to capture your lips in a delicious kiss. "Well seeing as you asked so sweetly little thing... Tell Buck what you want..."
You groan as you feel him move back between your legs, his hard cock tapping against your heat. "Wanna whisper it honey?" You nod and he laughs between more kisses, "Tough. Say it nice and loud so we know what a naughty girl you are..."
You pout again and huff out. "Need you to fuck me.... Please..." You beg, voice betraying your desperation as Bucky grabs your ankles and rests them on his shoulders before thrusting his hips slowly forward, pressing all the way into your wet heat, a long groan escaping past his lips.
As he thrusts, Steve moves his hand to rub at your clit, alternating between soft circles and harsh swipes that have you gasping and squealing at the sensitivity. "You want something in that pretty mouth?" He asks and you whine again, "please..." You pant and you watch wide eyed as he releases his thick cock from his pants and kneels next to your head. Leaning over you his cock drags against your lips before you grab it and guide it into your mouth, sucking hard as Bucky's pace makes your toes curl.
"Jesus" Steve hisses as the sound of slapping skin and groans fill the room. You are in a daze, only able to sense the deep satisfaction of what they are unleashing upon you. Your mind wanders to the nights months ago in their office, spending hours being passed between them like a ragdoll, the immense pleasure of being worked by them both.
"Does it feel good sweetheart?" Bucky pants as he rubs your clit, as your hands claw at whatever of him you can reach. "I take that as a yes" and you can hear the amusement in his voice. In retaliation you suck extra hard on Steve, who buckles over you and presses further down your throat, making tears track down your face, until he pulls out and rubs his spit drenched cock over your face.
"Such a dirty girl" he groans sinking a finger into your mouth and choking you, as your walls flutter around Bucky's pulsing cock. "You gonna come for us sweet girl?" But you can barely speak, you just let out a long wail as you are pulled to another peak, but this time you feel Bucky's hot come coat your walls and fill you up.
You lay there panting and shaking as Bucky flips down next to you, stealing kisses as your legs shake in pleasure. Before you can even think about recovery, Steve has slid down to between your legs and sinks his cock into your creamy, sensitive pussy. You squeal again and try to escape but he tuts and Bucky wraps a gentle hand around your throat.
"s'Ok baby... Let Doctor Rogers do what needs to be done..." Your head falls back and you cling to Bucky as he sucks on your sensitive nipples again. "Can't wait till we can get you producing milk as well pretty girl... Gonna be such a perfect little mumma ain't ya?" Steve pinches your clit making your squeak, the pain sending shooting pleasure throughout your body.
"Shall we just keep knocking you up? Keep you like this all the time?" You sob and moan at Bucky's honied words as Steve drags you to a shorter, even more intense orgasm.
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You spent the rest of the afternoon squished between the two of them. There hands trailing over your body, praising you, telling you how beautiful you looked and sharing kisses.
You bite your lip as you look between them. "I wanted to ask something, but I'm nervous..." They both turn towards you properly, Bucky rubs a thumb over your cheek as Steve squeezes your hand. "Anything sweetheart, promise you can ask us whatever you want..."
"Umm, well some nights I feel like I did this afternoon... Like uncomfortable y'know? And some nights I feel a little bit lonely and scared about things... And I just wondered... If you wanted to, if you could stay in here with me from now on?"
They both seem to release a sigh of relief and smile at you, and each other. "If that would make you happy, we would be only too happy to oblige."
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rookthorne · 8 months
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The heat and tension was undeniable, and you felt it the moment you got the simple text from them. What awaited you, however, was something much more than a simple night of games.
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Your boys had promised that once they arrived home from shift, that they would toy with you, and they wouldn’t stop – the sultry messages and pictures you had sent them as a game while they worked hard, was just a subtle reminder of what was waiting for them once they walked through the door. 
Sure, you may have played into your own fate, but you would cross that bridge when it came to it. 
A loud chime sounded from your phone, and you glanced at the screen to find a text from Bucky. It was an order – an order to lay on their gigantic bed, legs and arms spread wide, and to wait. 
That part came as a shock you stood in the kitchen, sipping at a glass of water. It was a miracle you didn’t drop and shatter the glass in your hand in surprise. 
“Oh, god,” you muttered, flushing with heat from the tips of your toes to the top of your head – an order like that is only followed by one hell of a night at their hands. “Fuck. Okay, okay,” you rushed, placing the glass in the sink. “Alright.”
Quickly, you padded towards the bedroom, your robe fluttering over your thighs at the speed. The door creaked open and you assessed the room. The bed was neatly made, uniform and tidy – it would make it easier for them to manhandle you into position, you guessed, whatever position that may be. 
The sound of their truck pulling in the drive and the yips of Cap and Cleo startled you into action. Your robe, soft and fluffy to the touch, fell from your shoulders and you hung it up hastily before climbing onto the bed, clad in only the red lingerie you had teased them with. 
“Down, no- No get down, boy,” Steve called, his voice loud down the hall. “That’s it, back up.”
“Shit,” you whispered. Steve’s voice was hoarse, like he had been shouting, and you didn’t hear Buck–
“Fuckin’ hell,” Bucky sighed. There he was. “You deal with the balls of energy, yeah?”
“Sure.”
Heavy boots thudded on the tiled floor, followed by a scuffle – they were taking off their uniforms, it seems. 
“Cherry, sweetheart,” Bucky called, and you bit your lip. The new nickname they had deemed you with still had a chokehold on you. “Where are you?”
The bed covers rustled under you as you shifted slightly, spreading your legs and resting your arms back. “In here,” you answered. There were exactly five seconds to brace for the sight of Bucky in the doorway – tight shirt and uniform pants, with suspenders over his broad chest. 
“Well, well, well,” Bucky purred, moving to lean his hip against the doorframe. 
“Hi, daddy,” you replied softly, smiling. “Missed you.”
“Hi, Cherry,” he said smoothly, voice low with a small smirk. “Seems to me that you suddenly learned how to follow orders, huh? Lookatchu, spread and all pretty for us.”
Steve appeared over Bucky’s shoulder and your gaze flickered to his handsome face, his eyes bright and staring straight back at you. “What a sight,” he breathed, and Bucky grinned. “What d’you say, baby? Follow our plan, or just fuck her?”
You blanched and sat up, your thighs closing and arms bending at the elbow to hold you up. “Wait, what?”
“Hush, doll,” Bucky chided. He turned to Steve, his grin becoming wide and predatory. “I think we should follow through with our plan, babe, she deserves it after what she did today–wanna see how long our fucktoy lasts, too.”
“What the fuck,” you said loudly. “Wait-”
“No,” Steve snapped. The two of them walked into the room and towered over you on the bed. “Legs spread, arms out–now.”
“Ste-”
“You call me by my name, darlin’, or you will regret it,” Steve cut in, eyes ablaze. 
Bucky clicked his tongue and walked towards the closet. “Do as he says, kitten,” he said over his shoulder, disappearing for just a second before reappearing, box in hand. “C’mon.”
“But-”
“Lay down. Last time we’re gonna ask nicely,” Bucky growled. The darkening expression on his face made you gulp, and reluctantly, you laid back and spread your legs. “There’s a good girl–wasn’t so hard, was it?”
“No,” you mumbled, watching Bucky as he pulled the lid off the box. With the angle of your position, you couldn’t see into it, but the way Bucky and Steve’s faces lit up when they looked at the contents made a shiver ripple up your spine. “Da-”
“Shh,” Bucky hushed, “don’t open those lips unless you’re moaning, sweetheart.”
Your jaw clicked shut and you watched them with wide eyes. Four spools of velvet rope appeared as Steve pulled back from the box, red in colour, and then Bucky pulled out some sort of suction toy – just like the one you had been eyeing off online. Your mouth opened before you could master the impulse and you blurted, “How the fuck did you know?” 
Bucky grinned wickedly. “You’re not as secretive as you think you are, doll. But now you’ll know just how it feels. And I dunno about you, Stevie,” he said, now looking at Steve. “But I can’t wait to watch her fall apart over and over, with this.” The toy waved in the air, and you swallowed audibly, making the two of them chuckle. 
“Cherry,” Steve said from the bottom of the bed, and you glanced down. “You alright with being tied up, honey?” You nodded fervently and offered your ankles, stretching further. “Good girl,” he praised, and you hummed happily.
A loud vibration came from beside your head and you jumped in surprise, searching for the sound, only to see Bucky standing by your head, the other two spools of rope in one hand, the toy in the other. “Oh, yeah,” he mused, grinning down at you. “I am really lookin’ forward to this.”
“I’ll say,” Steve agreed, cinching the rope around your ankles. The soft touch of his fingers over your skin to check the tightness warmed your heart, and you smiled at him, ignoring the curl of pleasure in your gut at the dangerous smirk he flashed you. Bucky made quick work of your wrists – following the exact same steps Steve did, and they both stepped back to admire their work. 
The scrutiny brought heat to your cheeks, and you tried twisting away, a sudden shyness gripping you in its talons. 
“Don’t hide, sweetheart,” Bucky said softly, a small smile on his face as he looked up and down your body. “You look so fuckin’ sexy like this. Doesn’t she, Stevie?”
“She does.” They stepped back towards the bed, Bucky on one side, Steve rounding to the other, and they knelt on the mattress by your hips. “You remember your safe word, honey?”
You nodded. “Yeah–it’s, uh-” you paused, licking your lips. The proximity of Bucky’s hand to your hip was distracting. “Petal. It’s petal.”
“Atta girl,” Bucky praised, winking when your eyes darted towards him. “What d’ya say, baby? You ready to teach our girl a lesson for distractin’ us?”
“Oh, c’mon-” You began to whine, but bit your tongue at the slight frown on both of their lips. “I just wanted-”
“You wanted our attention, we know,” Steve said, his tone dangerously low. “The problem with that, darlin’, is that it’s landed you here. Spread out between us, and at our mercy.”
“It’s just a pity, kitten,” Bucky began, his tongue darting out to wet his lips again as he looked down towards your pussy. “You’re gonna be too fucked out and fuckin’ desperate to take in this lesson. A damn shame really. Jus’ means you’ll have to learn–again-” He moved the toy into sight again. “And again.” The toy brushed your stomach, the smooth glide and subtle vibration of the lowest setting making you squirm slightly. Bucky moved your panties down your thighs and ran the toy over your mound. “And again.” 
“Oh, fuck.” The breath in your lungs left in a high whimper, your thighs tensing as Bucky teased the toy closer and closer to your clit. 
“And guess what, sweetheart,” Bucky whispered, lowering his face so his lips were brushing the shell of your ear. “There’s nothin’ you can do about it.”
“Show her, baby,” Steve ordered, his hand squeezing your thigh. 
You glanced quickly at Steve, then to Bucky, who had sat up and was grinning so wide you swore his cheeks would split. “Alright.”
There was a second where you truly were apprehensive, and then Bucky’s arm moved, and you keened. “Oh, look at her,” Steve breathed, grinning. 
“Fuck, fuck, okay,” you gasped, and Bucky pressed the toy harder against your clit, upping the setting. “Ah! Please, oh my god-”
“It’s on one of the lowest settings, Cherry,” Bucky quipped, raising a brow. “You that fuckin’ sensitive?”
“Yes! I’ve been waiting all day for you to come home,” you rushed, twisting slightly. “Please turn it up, please.”
Steve shifted next to you, his knees brushing your thigh. “Make her cum, baby,” he said, brushing his fingers against your opening. “We can have more fun when she’s fucked out.”
“Okay.” Bucky shrugged, and turned the settings up. 
You pulled against the ropes, tugging valiantly to ground yourself against the onslaught. “Fuck! Oh, fuck, daddy, feels s’good,” you cried, looking between them. 
“You want some more, honey?” Steve asked, and you nodded. The sudden pressure of his fingers pushing into your cunt up to the first knuckle made you groan loudly, your eyes fluttering at the pleasure that burned through every nerve. “That’s it, darlin’, that’s it.”
“So fuckin’ pretty like this, sweetheart,” Bucky praised, turning the toy up one more. The slick sounds of Steve’s fingers beginning to pump in and out of your cunt and your heavy pants filled the room, and you closed your eyes, back bowing to the ceiling. “I reckon you could cum jus’ like this, doll.”
You nodded quickly, your mouth opening on a keening moan when Steve’s fingers brushed insistently against your walls, searching, searching- “Ah- Daddy, fuck!”
“There it is,” Bucky cooed, leaning over your body to watch Steve’s fingers work in and out of your cunt. “God, kitten, you’re taking daddy’s fingers so well, fuckin’ lookatchu.”
Steve huffed, and twisted his hand. “Can feel the toy, and no wonder she’s losing her pretty head.”
Bucky chuckled and turned it up once more.
The coil began to pull taut and the tension was becoming overwhelming – the sensation of Steve’s fingers hitting that spot over and over and the toy sucking on your clit like a man starved, like they would. “I’m close!”
“You’re close, huh?” Bucky hummed, and Steve laughed.
“Know you’re close, honey, you’re fucking squeezin’ my fingers,” Steve mused, his head coming to rest on Bucky’s shoulder to look down at your weeping cunt. “Your pussy doesn’t want to let them go, and she’s making a fucking mess–look at her, Buck.”
Bucky whistled lowly. “Can’t wait to fuck this pussy, fill her up jus’ like she deserves–oh, sweetheart, you like that?”
You moaned loudly and panted harshly, the pulses of your cunt gripping Steve’s fingers becoming unbearable. “Yes! Please, pleasepleaseplease, I want it, I need it-”
“Cum for us, then,” Steve purred, his voice strained. “Be a good girl, give it to us.”
The blood roared in your ears and your toes curled, your thighs tensing and pulling harshly against the rope restraints. “Oh, fuck–I’m cumming, please!”
“Good fuckin’ girl,” Bucky moaned, pushing your hips down into the mattress with one hand, and holding the toy fast to your clit with the other, the pulses ricocheting up your spine and causing a cascade of aftershocks. “Goddamn, baby, look at ‘er.” 
You watched through lidded eyes as Bucky pulled Steve into a heated kiss, their mouths clashing with huffs and moans that you echoed through the twitches. The toy fell away from your clit when Bucky’s hand moved to grip the back of Steve’s neck, pulling him closer. 
“Daddy-” You whimpered, flexing your hands against the restraints. Steve pulled away and looked at you, his head leaning to the side where Bucky moved it so he could attack the skin on his neck. “Please.”
The grin on Steve’s lips was possessive, and he forced Bucky back and out of his space. “Fuck her, go on. Make her cum again around that big cock of yours.”
“Fuck,” Bucky whined, moving quickly and handing the toy to Steve. “Here, use it.” His weight settled on your open hips and he smiled down at you, his hand brushing the hair from your forehead. “You alright, sweetheart?”
“Mhm,” you hummed, nodding. “Fuck me, daddy.”
Fabric flew and you glanced down to see Bucky’s hard cock bobbing in place as he fisted it, twisting over the head and his breath hitched. “Hold on, kitten,” he warned, and you grinned blearily, blinking at him. “‘Cos I’m gonna fuck you into the mattress.”
“Oh- Fuck!” The girth of Bucky’s cock burned and you gasped, the sound loud over Bucky’s shuddering moan.
“You’re so fuckin’ wet, doll, fuckin’ hell,” he groaned, the slight twitch of his hips as he seated himself to the hilt made your eyes flutter. “You’re alright, baby girl, you’re okay,” he whispered, kissing your neck softly. 
A moment passed where Bucky just whispered soft praises and reassurances, and finally, you mumbled, “Move–you can move.”
Bucky grunted, and slammed his hips forward. “You feel so fuckin’ good, kitten, s’good for daddy,” he moaned, his hips building a steady, deep rhythm. “Stevie, baby, use it.”
There was a rustle and a hand on your hip suddenly. Bucky lifted up onto his hands, his biceps and shoulders rippling, when you felt the toy back on your clit. “Oh, god, no-”
“Yes,” Bucky grit out, thrusting sharply and making you squeak. “Fuckin’ yes, and you’re gonna take it like the good girl you are, aren’t you?”
“Daddy!” You cried, the toy buzzing to life and sending a jolt of pleasure straight to the already tightening coil. “Fuck!”
“That’s it, call him,” Steve praised, and you felt his hand move to cup the front of your throat. “Such a good girl for Bucky, so proud of you–just layin’ there and taking it like a good fucktoy, huh?”
“Jesus, Stevie,” Bucky gasped, shuddering. “Say that again, she’s close and she’s fuckin’ forcin’ me out.” A loud grunt came from somewhere above you and you cried out. “There we go, kitten–let daddy in, tha’s it.”
Bucky’s hips ground against yours, and you moaned loudly, pulling at the ropes. “Wanna cum again, please, daddy, need your cock–wanna cum on your cock,” you babbled, and Bucky huffed.
“Keep talkin’ like that and I won’t last, kitten, fuck,” he breathed, his hips picking up speed. The toy picked up speed, too. “Can fucking feel that toy on my dick, baby,” he continued, grinning over at Steve. “Turn it up while I fuck her into the mattress.”
The words registered a second too late, and your ass was pushed into the covers with Bucky’s pace – his hips pistoned in and out of your heat like a jackhammer and you screamed, arching your back while Bucky panted against your neck. “Can feel you squeezin’ me, kitten. Cum for me–want you to cum on my cock, now, c’mon. Be a good girl and give it to daddy.”
“Ohmygod,” you gasped, writhing in Steve’s grip. “Please, I’m gonna- Fuck! Fuck, please!”
The waves pulled you under, and your mouth fell open in a silent scream, your second climax whiting out your vision. 
“Oh, fuck,” Bucky groaned, his hips faltering. “Jesus, baby girl, good girl–good fuckin’ girl, lemme in, lemme in your perfect pussy.”
Warmth bloomed in your cunt and you whimpered, just as Bucky shouted hoarsely into your shoulder, his hips lazily pumping his cock into your heat with slick noises. The toy came away and fell silent, and Bucky took that opportunity to rest his weight on your hips, his face tucked into your neck while he panted for breath. 
“You two need to fuck more often,” Steve said suddenly. “Daddy loves a good show, and you two are fucking perfect.”
You sighed happily and Bucky grinned against the skin of your neck, still pumping his hips shallowly. “Well, what’re you waitin’ for?” Bucky questioned, and you felt his legs part over you, and his ass canted up into the air, his cock pulling back out of you slightly. “‘M right here, baby.”
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sarahowritesostucky · 3 months
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📖"Coming to Collect"
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Rated: Mature
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Tags: mob boss Bucky, mafia au, spanking, Steve watches, background m/f/m, possessive Bucky, dark Bucky, fingering
Summary: You're trapped, caught, stuck like a bug in honey as he crosses the room. You spoke out of turn, embarrassed him in front of the others. Made him look weak. Now you squirm in your seat, all-too-aware of what he'll be doing to you once he gets you someplace private.
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Really, you regret it the second the words cross your lips. It's a party, you've made a joke--and sure, it was funny enough, and lighthearted enough--but it was also at his expense. And he heard you. And if there's one thing you NEVER want to do, it's make him look weak in front of others. Which is exactly why he's heading your way, now.
Bucky. You whimper without meaning to, pressing your lips together to stifle the noise. No, you try to plead with your eyes. I'm sorry.
He doesn't stop, keeps walking over to where you're supposedly "holding court" with some of the other wives---a role you never asked for but which has been foisted on you anyway, just like him. He moves slowly, in no rush, looking very nice indeed in his perfectly-tailored suit. You can see the glint of his Rolex peeking from his cuff, the tattoos on the back of his hand that you now know mark him as a very Russian, very bad man.
You wore a skirt to this event, silk, and the memory of what he's capable of reducing you to in a skirt makes your thighs squeeze together on reflex. Your pulse picks up as you watch him approach. Just at seeing the lax set of his jaw, the way his tongue sneaks out to wet his lips, eyes glinting and trained on you. Just these tiny things make your heart beat faster and your cunt pulse. To everyone else he must look completely casual, but you know better.
"Ladies," he greets, making the assembled group of women--all of whom belong to men less dangerous and less important than him--flutter their lashes up at him. He stops just beside your chair, holds out his hand with the faintest hint of a smirk. "Come on, Doll," he says softly, making the other women titter. You know that they all fantasize about him, that they think they know him, think they're imagining correctly when they imagine cheating on their husbands with him.
If only they knew ...
-Knew that the arch in his brow is saying: Watch you mouth, Puppy.
-That the gleam in his eye is promising: You're gonna pay for that one, Princess.
-That the quirk of his lips is whispering: Just wait 'till Daddy gets you over his lap.
-That he doesn't care what you want; That's for him to decide.
You feel dread curling like smoke in your belly, mixing with the heat and the tightness that're suddenly there as well. Your panties, you realize, are a little bit damp.
He waits with that patient and unwavering stare, until you slip your hand into his large and calloused one. "Time to go home," he purrs, and you swallow thickly, because you can hear the unspoken ending to that sentence.
The wives don't even wait until you're out of hearing distance, before they start whispering behind your back. But you couldn't give two figs about whatever gossip they may choose to make up. All your focus is on Bucky. He smells like expensive cologne and clean male musk; the latter of which you know you'll be face down in, the second the two of you reach a private place. He kisses your cheek and walks you out of the party with a gentlemanly arm around your waist, hand well-within polite territory.
Out on the chilly city sidewalk, that hand slides up your spine, up to cup the back of your neck and steer you towards the idling towne car. You'd arrived in separate cars, but apparently you'll be leaving in this one together. He opens the door for you and purrs, "Now tell me, Princess: how many do you think you deserve?"
You barely contain your whimper. And when you slide across the back seat of the Bentley, you see that the chauffer's cap ahead of you is resting on a head of blond hair. Your eyes go wide and a new gush of wetness appears between your legs. This time, you don't fully contain the whimper.
Steve's driving tonight.
Bucky notices your reaction, of course he does, and he looks gleeful. He knows that he doesn't have to remind you that this car has no partition. And when Steve pulls the car out into the heavy traffic of Saturday night Manhattan, Bucky pulls you smoothly over his lap ... and begins to finger you from under the silk of your skirt.
"Oh god," you whine.
"Honey. You're so wet."
"Bucky-"
His hand covers your mouth. "Hey Steve." He relays your "joke" to the other man, talks with him about you like you're not there. "Tell me: how many you think she deserves?"
"Oh Boy," you hear come smugly from the front seat. "Let me just think ..."
The drive home is long that night, with Bucky narrating every single filthy thing he does to you, in the back seat of that car.
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buckystevelove · 11 months
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Family Day Out
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Family is everything
Pairing: Stucky x Reader
A/N: Sorry I have been so absent, my life has been so chaotic.
I will try to post more often.
Summary: This story is about a domestic and fluffy day in the life of the Rogers-Barnes family.
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You woke up to the sound of little footsteps approaching your bedroom door. You opened your eyes to see Aurora, your and Bucky's daughter, standing at the door with a wide grin on her face. "Good morning, mommy!" she exclaimed, bouncing on her toes.
"Good morning, sweetie," you said, sitting up in bed and rubbing the sleep from your eyes. "What time is it?"
"It's time to wake up, silly!" Aurora giggled.
You chuckled and scooped her up into your arms, carrying her back to her bedroom. Bucky was already up, sitting in the kitchen with a cup of coffee in hand. "Good morning," you said, giving him a kiss on the cheek.
"Morning, doll," he replied, grinning at you. "How'd you sleep?"
"Pretty well, all things considered," you said, smiling at him. "What's on the agenda for today?"
Bucky took a sip of his coffee before replying. "I was thinking we could take the girls to the park. It's a nice day outside, and I know Aurora would love to play on the swings."
"That sounds like a great idea," you said, nodding in agreement.
Audrey, Steve's daughter, came bounding into the kitchen, her blonde hair bouncing behind her. "Morning, guys!" she said, grinning at all of you.
"Good morning, Audrey," Bucky said, ruffling her hair.
"So, what's the plan for today?" Audrey asked, hopping up onto one of the stools at the kitchen counter.
"We were thinking of taking you and Aurora to the park," you said, smiling at her.
"Yay!" Audrey exclaimed, clapping her hands. "I love going to the park!"
Bucky finished his coffee, and the four of you got ready to head out. Aurora put on her favorite dress, a blue and white sundress that twirled around her legs when she spun. Audrey opted for shorts and a t-shirt, and the two of them looked like polar opposites.
Once you arrived at the park, Bucky lifted Aurora onto the swings, pushing her gently back and forth. Audrey was already off exploring the playground, climbing up the slides and running around with the other kids.
You sat down on a nearby bench, enjoying the warm sunshine on your skin. "It's nice to just sit and relax for a bit," you said to Bucky.
"Yeah, it is," he said, watching Aurora swing higher and higher. "I love being able to do stuff like this with her. It's something I never thought I'd have."
"Well, now you do," you said, smiling at him. "And you're an amazing dad."
Bucky's cheeks turned a little pink, and he leaned over to give you a kiss. "Thanks, doll," he said, grinning at you.
The rest of the afternoon was spent playing on the swings, exploring the playground, and having a picnic lunch on a nearby blanket. As the sun began to set, you all headed back to the car, tired but happy.
As you drove home, Aurora and Audrey chatted excitedly about all the fun they'd had at the park. Bucky reached over and took your hand, squeezing it gently. "I love you," he said, his voice filled with warmth.
"I love you too," you replied, smiling at him.
You all arrived back at the house, and the girls headed up to their bedrooms to get ready for bed. Bucky helped Aurora into her pajamas, while Steve did the same for Audrey. Once they were both tucked in, you and Bucky sat down on the couch, snuggled up together
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holylulusworld · 1 year
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Before you - Alternative Ending
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Summary: King Steven Grant Rogers once was a good king and a gentle alpha. Now he’s a cruel shadow of his former self. Can he find the light again? 
Pairing: King(Alpha)!Steve Rogers x Maid(Omega)!Reader; Bucky Barnes x Maid(Omega)!Reader
Warnings: angst, a/b/o, fluff, implied claiming, implied characters death, polyamory
A/N: This is the alternative ending you asked about… Please consider that this chapter will partially be the same as the other endings. But I changed a few scenes to match the ending.
Before you masterlist 
<< Part 18
<< Steve’s ending
<< Bucky’s ending
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The day Sharon and Rumlow died you hid in Steve’s chamber. 
You crawled under the bed and didn’t make a sound. It had to be done. 
Sharon and Rumlow did horrid things. They are responsible for your family’s death, but you couldn’t bring yourself to watch them die.
You’re just not like this.
The king had to watch. Just like his brother.
It was their duty. The people expected them to watch Sharon and Rumlow die.
The executioner ended their lives fast. It was your wish. You didn’t want him to hurt them even more. 
Steve respected your wish and told the executioner to use a sharp axe.
“Off with their heads,” the crowd cheered as you lay still under the bed, hands pressed to your ears to fade out the voices. You curled into a ball, waiting for their end. 
You heard a scream. Applause. And then silence. 
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“My love, how are you today?” Steve walks next to you. It’s been a while since you had the time to leave the castle and just take a walk in the gardens. “I know the last months were stressful.”
“I like the dress very much,” you whisper. “Do you think your mom would want me to wear it? I’m not sure. Your father didn’t want me to become your mate.”
“She would have loved you, Y/N,” the king softly says. “I wish you could wear your mother’s dress. I know how important traditions are to an omega.”
In your grasp, you squeeze Steve's hand tightly, "It got lost along with so many things from my past. "But I will gladly wear your mother’s dress.”
“What if you had a new dress?” he stops walking to look at you. “A new beginning for both of us. I know someone who makes the most beautiful dresses.”
“Steve, my king,” you bite your tongue. Can you ask him for a new dress? Can you reject the offer to wear his mother’s wedding gown?
"It's settled now," Steve whispers softly. “I will call for her. She will make you the most beautiful gown you ever saw. I want you to tell her what you want, my love.”
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Two months later, …
“How are you, my lady?” the maid asks as you look at yourself in the mirror again. A woman you don’t recognize looks back at you. You’re wearing a dress that isn’t yours and feel like an imposter. “My lady?”
“How are you, my lady?” the maid asks as you look at yourself in the mirror again. A woman you don’t recognize looks back at you. She smiles, and her eyes shine. “My lady?”
“I’m just…I don’t know,” you press your hands to your warm cheeks. “Do you think the king will like the dress?”
“He will love it, my lady,” she says, but you are too nervous to believe her. “You are a beautiful bride.”
You look in the mirror one last time to admire the gown again. It is made of rich fabric in a white and gold pattern, and the upper waistline is tied with a matching golden sash. The dramatically long angel sleeves are lined with gold satin.
“He will love it, Y/N,” you gasp as Bucky steps into the room. He smiles when you twirl around to grasp his hands. “You look beautiful.”
Bucky fights the urge to just tell you how beautiful and precious you are to him. He came here to decide what to do about his feelings. 
It’s all or nothing now. 
Bucky sends the maid away, aware he only has minutes to confess his feelings. He takes a deep breath when the door closes behind the maid. 
“Is something wrong, Bucky?” you place your hands on his chest, glancing at them. It feels right. Like your hands belonged there all along.
You look up at the alpha, remembering every moment since you met Bucky for the first time. You smile as he was always around. Bucky was there before anyone even noticed you.
He was there to protect you. Always. Unconditionally. A true night in shiny armor. Even if the armor only consists of his artificial arm and a pair of soft blue eyes.
“Bucky…” 
“Please. Hear me out. Don’t marry him,” Bucky takes you by surprise. It seems like he read your mind. Although you love Steve, your heart pounds so fiercely for Bucky that it is undeniable. “I love you and can’t watch you marry my brother. From the first moment I laid eyes on you, my heart was yours.”
“B-bucky,” you whimper. “I love Grant…I mean Steve. I…I’m so confused. You are so wonderful, and I feel safe and warm with you but…”
“You love him…not me,” Bucky chokes out. “I shouldn’t have said a thing. I’m sorry, Y/N. Please forget what I said.”
“Bucky,” you tear up. “Alpha...I love you too,” you whimper when he takes you into his arms. You immediately bury your face in his chest to inhale his calming scent. “I don’t know what to do. I love you, and I love him. How can this be?”
“I don’t know,” he presses soft kisses on your forehead. “All I know is that you are my omega as much as you are Steve’s omega.”
“What—?” Steve gasps when he sees you in his brother’s arms. “Bucky, what are you doing here? Take your hands off my bride. How can you betray me like this?”
“Please…Grant…it’s my fault,” you start crying bitterly. “I’m so confused and…” you shake your head. “Maybe I’m evil. I enchanted both of you and now you are angry at each other. I should leave and never come back. You deserve a better queen and omega…both of you do.”
“My love,” Steve steps toward you and Bucky. He holds out his hand, waiting for you to choose him. “You are the only queen I want. I won’t give up on you. Please choose me.”
“Please choose me,” Bucky whispers. He presses a soft kiss on your forehead. “I can’t let you go.”
“I-I can’t choose,” you cry even harder when Steve wraps his hand around your arm to get you away from his brother. “Please don’t make me choose. I would rather leave and never see one of you again than tear you apart. I can’t watch one of you be sad.”
“Steve,” Bucky lifts his head to look at his brother. “I can’t watch her cry…”
“You were always kind to her,” Steve drops his gaze in shame. “I was awful to her. You and Y/N deserve to find happiness…together. I don’t deserve her.”
“Brother…” 
Bucky steps away from you, shaking his head. “I can’t break your heart to find my happiness. I can’t hurt Y/N either. She loves you.”
You tear up as you stand between the brothers. Your alphas. “I love you both,” you whimper. “Please…I don’t know what to do.”
“We’re a pack,” Steve clears his throat, “and I’m the king. If I say that we will share our omega, no one will dare to disagree with me.”
“Share me,” you look at Steve, eyes wide and glassy. You whimper in need when the brothers step closer to you again. To you, their mixed scents smell like heaven. “But…what will people say?”
“That we love each other,” the king says, “and that you are our omega as much as we are your alphas. If you want us, say the words.” Steve takes another step toward you to take your right hand. “Please.”
"Say it, Y/N," Bucky asks, taking your left hand. “Please don’t leave us.” 
“My alphas,” you purr low in your throat. “I want to be yours, Bucky.” You smile at Bucky. “And I want to be yours, Steve.” You turn your head to look at Steve.
“Our omega,” the brothers purr your name, and everything seems to fall into place. 
You did not only become Steve’s queen but also Bucky’s light. The king announced that you are a pack, and therefore you are going to marry both brothers.
Steve and Bucky didn’t waste another day. You married them right after your love confessions. And that night, you became more than their queen. 
The brothers claimed you and insisted on wearing your mark too. No one will dare to get between you and your alphas ever again.
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���A pack, huh?” Natasha watches Stephen Strange walk next to her. “What brings you here? I thought you prefer isolation and silence.”
“I do,” Strange dips his head to glance at Natasha. “Maybe I came back because I found something I liked here.”
“I hope it’s not the king’s omega,” she chuckles darkly. “She already has her hands full with two alphas.”
“I set my eyes on someone even more beautiful,” he smiles at Natasha with a looped grin. “I heard you wanted to learn about my profession. I’d like to share all of my secrets with you...”
THE END
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missacidburn928 · 2 months
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When they're all vocal and whiny cus it just feels so damn good. Practically begging to loose themsleves deep inside you. Not satisfied with you only coming once on their cock. Needing you to come once more even when their a sensitive mess and end up coming with you a second time. 
"Nice and full. Just like you always should be."
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