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buckybuckyboo · 3 months
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Keeping it secret
It was later in the day when you got out of bed. Making your way to the kitchen for a very much-needed cup of coffee. Bucky and Steve, your roommates were sitting at the table also having some coffee. You sat down with your cu ptook a long sip and closed your eyes. When you opened them, Steve was smiling at you.
"What's your problem rogers?"
"You had lots of fun last night?" he smirks.
"What? I didn't go anywhere last night. What are you talking about?"
"Yeah cause you brought the party here" he laughs.
"Okay, what are you talking about?"
"I think it was maybe 4am, I heard you. Who did you sneak over? Do we know him?"
You froze instantly in place. He heard you? You thought he was dead asleep.
"Hey doll, it's okay. You got what you needed" he laughs with Bucky.
"Okay I gotta go see you two later"
You and Bucky watch as he leaves. As soon as the door closes you punch Bucky in the arm.
"Bucky! He heard us!"
He laughs uncontrollably. "It'sokay baby girl he doesn't have a clue"
"But he thinks I'm doing randoms in the middle of the night!"
"Then why don't we just tell him?"
"No, it will ruin everything. He will feel like a third wheel"
Bucky leans over kissing you softly. "He won't. He will be happy for us doll. I promise
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avengersfantasies · 7 months
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Anymore - Chapter 4
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Summary: You and Bucky go to dinner. Steve and you come to an understanding.
What to expect: angst, fluff?
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Steve stood outside his girlfriend’s apartment – exhaling and eventually knocking on the door. He was not looking forward to this conversation one bit. The door opened within seconds of him knocking – she had been waiting.
            “Hi,” Steve greeted his girlfriend – walking into the apartment when she stepped aside. “We uh, we need to talk.”
            She crossed her arms and sat on the sofa. “Obviously.”
Steve sat down next to the blonde bombshell. “So…she’s uh…pregnant.”
Her face dropped, and she went from angry to furious. “So, you’ve been fucking her behind my back?!” She stood up and slapped him in the chest.
“What?!”
She scoffed. “Should’ve known better…once a cheater always a cheater.” She went to hit him again, but he managed to catch her hand this time.
“Will you stop it?!” Steve yelled back. “I didn’t sleep with her behind your back!”
“Then how is she pregnant?!”
Steve stood up. “She got pregnant while we were together! God, do you not know how reproduction works?!”
The girl crossed her arms and shook her head in disbelief. “I don’t believe you.”
“Then don’t,” Steve scoffed. “I came here to tell you and hoped you’d be by my side with this.”
“That’d never happen,” she spat. “The only way we’re gonna be together is if the only kid there is belongs to us.”
Steve shook his head. “Then we’re done.”
Before he had time to react, his now ex-girlfriend managed to connect a left-hook to his eye – shocking him but not really hurting him. Without a further word, Steve left the small apartment, not even bothering to grab the couple of outfits he’d left there.
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Bucky had you giggling almost nonstop during dinner. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think the two of you weren’t currently trying to figure out what to do with Steve.
            “I do want him involved,” you sighed – using your fork to play with the noodles in your bowl. “It’s hard not to.”
            Bucky nodded. “Baby deserves a father.”
“Or two,” you quietly added on.
Bucky smiled softly. “Or two.”
You exhaled. “If we do this…you and me…and he wants to be involved…you know that he’ll have the final say for things as the dad.”
He nodded. “I do. And I won’t try to argue or interfere unless you ask.”
You smiled at him softly. “Before we decide to start something serious…I need to have a sit down with Steve…make him understand that he and I are over for good.”
“Probably a good idea,” Bucky agreed – sipping his beer. “He’s an asshole, but he’s still my best friend. Last thing I want is him thinking we’re going behind his back.”
You scoffed. “Oh no, how horrible,” you said sarcastically, rolling your eyes. “He’d deserve it.”
“He would,” Bucky nodded, “but I know it’s not like you to want to hurt him.”
You smiled softly. “I’m gonna come back to the tower with you tonight…sit down and talk to him.” You exhaled. “I’m just…scared.”
Bucky raised an eyebrow. “Of what? Steve?”
You shrugged. “Myself,” you answered, “scared I might fall back into his spell…end up in bed with him or something.”
“Do you think that’s something you’d want?”
“I don’t know, Buck,” you admitted. “I don’t think I could be with him like before, but there’s a part of me that’s still just…”
“Attracted to him?” You looked down – feeling embarrassed that he knew how you still felt about the super soldier. No matter how much he broke your heart, there was always a part of you that would nonetheless be attracted to Steve Rogers. Bucky chuckled and reached his hand across the table – holding yours gently. “Sweetheart,” he spoke softly, “whatever you need so that you can be happy, I’ll support it.”
“I don’t want to fall back into bed or love with him,” you told him quietly, “but I’m scared that there’s that part of me that’ll never let go.”
“Do you want me there?” Bucky asked – stroking the back of your palm with his metal thumb.
You nodded tearfully. “Please.”
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            Bucky drove the two of you back to the tower after dinner – holding your hand as you walked inside, but he made sure to keep a short distance and let go once inside. The last thing you needed was gossip about you and Bucky being together. You followed him up to Steve’s room, and he gently knocked on the door.
            “Steve,” Bucky called out, “can we talk?” A few seconds passed before Steve opened the door – an ice pack held up to his black eye. “What happened to you?” Bucky asked.
            “Nadia hits harder than I thought,” Steve informed him.
            “Are you okay?” you asked – your voice was meek and quiet.
Steve gave you a soft smile. “I will be.” He put the ice pack down on his nightstand and sat on the foot of his bed. “So, what’s up?”
“We need to talk,” you told him – sitting on the edge of the bed while Bucky sat on the chair across the way from you. “We need to…be clear about things.” Steve nodded and signaled for you to continue. “You and me…we’re—”
“I know I fucked up,” Steve began to interrupt. “Whatever I can do to fix it…just tell –”
“No, Steve,” you cut him off with tears in your eyes. “You did more than fuck up…Do you remember what you told me? I’ll remind you in case you forgot…you told me you didn’t love me anymore.”
Steve looked down to the floor – clearly ashamed at what he had done and said to you. “I know I can’t take that back…but believe me I didn’t mean it.”
You looked over at Bucky for some backup. You could feel yourself falling for him again, and you wanted so badly to throw yourself into his arms and tell him you forgave him. Bucky’s soft and caring expression gave you strength, however, and he was a very strong reminder that there were other men out there. You didn’t need to settle for someone who had so badly shattered your heart and soul.
“Steve,” you exhaled, “we’re done…you cheated…said horrible things to me…I can forgive you, but I can’t trust you....Not with my heart, anyways.”
He nodded. “I get it.”
“I’m more worried about how we’re going to do this whole parenting thing,” you continued. “If you say you want to be there but then end up leaving—”
“That won’t happen,” Steve insisted. “I do want to be there.”
You began to feel a sigh of relief. Maybe things would work out in the end. Maybe the two of you would never be together again, but at least, maybe, your baby would have their biological father in their life in some way. At least, that’s what you had hoped, but you had always found out that life had other plans.
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littleavengerfics · 9 months
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Stucky x little one where she ks having bad stomach pain and cling to her daddy’s?
Steve would be so protective and wouldn’t take her to the doctor instead he would let someone come to them while she curls up to Bucky in his lap🥺
thank you for the request!
warnings: doctors and mentions medical stuff and injuries
Stomach ache (stucky x little reader)
"Hey y/n guess what your favourite daddies got for you!" Bucky sang walking in with two large shopping bags, steve following behind with another.
However they were met with the sight of you curled up on the bed groaning in pain. Bucky immediately dropped the bags and walked over to the couch where you were laying in agony.
"Doll? Are you alright?" You shook your head writhing around feeling like you were being repeatedly hit in the stomach. "Hurts."
"How long has it been hurting?" Steve asked when he'd moved the shopping from the floor to the counter. "Jus after you left." Bucky and Steve shared a worried glance, they hadn't seen you in this much pain since... maybe ever.
"This could be something serious, maybe we should get someone to take a look hm? Just to check you're doing okay." You gave him a worried glance. "No wan."
"I agree Buck, we can't let them go out like this. They could get something else and I don't think it's a good idea to take them somewhere unfamiliar and scare them."
"Sam told me about an app where you can get them to come to you and if that fails we could always try Bruce." Steve agreed so he stayed with you whilst bucky arranged the doctors appointment.
"He said it will be around an hour." Steve nodded before laying down next to you, you eventually managed to cuddle up close without aggravating your stomach. "Daddy im scared. No like doctors."
"I know baby, but we need to make sure you're nice and healthy, okay? Me and Dada will protect you." After some cartoons and snuggles Bucky answered the knock on the door. "Baby this is Dr Alex can she come and take a look at you?" You saw a woman stood next to him, she seemed really friendly and your caregivers were there so you nodded.
"Why don't you sit with Bucky y/n and I will hold your hand." Steve suggested making you nod, Bucky sat down beside you, pulling you into his lap. "they're little right now, I hope that's okay." Bucky sighed and the woman nodded. "Of course, whatever makes them more comfortable." You couldn't help but smile at that she seemed nice, maybe you could trust her just a little.
"So y/n I've heard you have been having some stomach pain?" She asked sitting opposite you. "Mhm." You replied looking away. "anything else? Fever? Nausea?" Steve shook his head squeezing your hand a little to prove he was still there.
"Okay, do you mind if I take a look?" She asked making you nod nervously. "Alright, I can see some bruising around here." Her fingers touched it slightly making you hiss. "I know I'm sorry, well I think it's mostly likely just a pulled muscle, have they been doing anything strenuous recently?"
"They've been training a lot recently, I can't believe we didnt think of that." Alex gave him a reassuring smile. "Don't worry about it, I'm glad you called me out. It's always best to get it checked out rather than assume it's nothing. It seems quite severe but it doesn't require surgery which is good." Bucky sighed with relief hearing that and kissed the top of your head. "You did so good."
"They need plenty of rest and to avoid doing anything strenuous for 4-6 weeks, and I recommend ice packs and heat packs to helo witb the swelling along with some ibuprofen but other than that there's nothing else we need to do." Steve nodded looking at bucky, they both knew it was going to be hard to get you to stay still for 4-6 weeks. If you weren't training in your big headspace you were running around playing with your daddies.
"Thank you Dr Alex, let me show you out." Steve smiled shaking her hand before opening the door for her. "Bye y/n. Thank you guys." She smiled back at Steve and Bucky before leaving. "See kiddo that wasn't too bad." You glared at him.
"alright, I know, it's gonna be hard to stay in bed and rest but it's what your body needs and you can get all the cuddles you could ever want." You gave him a small smile at that. "We love you kiddo and we are so proud of you. You were so brave today." Steve grinned kissing your forehead making you giggle.
Maybe spending all that time in bed cuddling wouldn't be so bad after all.
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cottontears · 1 year
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ೃ⁀➷ kinkmas roulette day 1
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ೃ⁀➷ day 1. P:#29 (orgasm denial) with C:#8 ( stucky)
ೃ⁀➷ steve & bucky x fem! reader
ೃ⁀➷ word count: 621
ೃ⁀➷ warnings: explicit smut, orgasm denial (duh), dacryphilia, use of pet names (baby,doll), brat taming, oral (f receiving)
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steve and bucky enjoyed making you beg.
especially when you were being a brat.
it had been a long day, and you just needed a release.
but it would not be that easy, just as you had made it hard for them to have peace of mind during the mission, they were going to make it hard for you to come.
steve towered over you as you squirmed.
“come on baby, you can take it.” steve’s voice was like a balm against the roughness of bucky.
you sat between bucky’s legs, one hand wrapped around your neck, the other in your cunt.
tears welled up inside your eyes., as your legs trembled.
bucky’s left hand was relentless. it did not get tired, you hated it. but you did not want it to stop.
his flesh hand gripped your throat as his metal hand pumped in and out of you. his thumb circling your clit.
your upper body clenched with pressure. your jaw was tight. you wanted to scream.
“please!” you managed to stutter out. your thighs closing around bucky’s hand, your juices dripping down your inner thighs.
steve knelt in front of you. his hands in your hair. “baby, you need to learn, you will never learn to not act out if there are no consequences.”
bucky’s fingers hit a spot that made you scream. you were so close, so close.
but he knew. he always knew. he could read you so well. he slowed down, his thumb removing some of the pressure.
this time you were crying.
you could not form words. your head had fallen limp, on bucky’s shoulder. your trembling hips were bucking softly chasing friction.
steve could barely take it. he hated seeing you so desperate, in pain.
bucky was struggling himself. your ass was writhing against his crotch.
“stay still doll, you are making this worse.”
you hiccuped and tried your best to not move, but your body betrayed you.
“alright, i think it’s time to change tactics doll.” bucky whispered against the shell of your ear.
his fingers slid out of you and you cried out at the loss of the little friction you had.
“steve your turn, and don’t play nice.”
steve looked down on your spread legs, and groaned.
you were his favorite thing to have in his mouth. he was already kneeling, so he just rested the back of his thighs on his calves.
he gripped your ass and pushed you to him, removing the pressure in bucky’s crotch. bucky wrapped his arms beneath your chest, holding you in place.
when steve’s warm mouth made contact with your cunt you started sobbing.
you were rolling your hips. your hands on his hair. his nose was a delicious pressure against your clit, while his tongue was inside you.
steve was controlled when he ate you out. he never liked to be victim to his impulses. he took his delicious time.
the pain making it so good, tears were fully streaming down your cheeks, down your chin.
“please bucky! please!” you begged, pleaded, your chin trembling, your body writhing against steve’s hands on your hips, bucky’s arms under your chest.
you sobbed with your full chest.
“shh, doll, shh, just a little bit more. just. a. little. more…” bucky whispered in your ear.
steve got the hint and his movements became urgent. his moaned as you bucked against his face. his nose rubbed against your clit, and you dripped down his chin.
you screamed as you finally, finally found your release, crying, sated finally, as you fell limp against bucky’s chest.
as steve finished cleaning your mess up with his mouth, bucky whispered softly in your ear, “you did so well doll, so well.”
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summerofsnowflakes · 2 years
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His Angel, His Sweetheart
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Pairing: Mob!Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader / Mob!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader / Steve x Reader x Bucky
Word Count: 3.9K
Summary: You and Steve 'break up' after a nasty fight in front of his guys and you have the perfect idea to make him jealous.
Warnings: This fic contains smut, 18+ MDI, threesome, overstimulation, spanking, fingering, oral (M and F receiving) Pet names, sub/dom dynamics.
A/N: This is purely just porn with a tiny bit of plot and I'm not sorry about it.
Dividers by the amazing @firefly-graphics
Masterlist | Marvel Masterlist
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Your heart was beating out of your chest as your knuckles wrapped against Bucky’s office door. Anticipation thumped through your body, you could hear the low hum of your own anxiety buzzing above your head. 
You knew this was a terrible idea, you shouldn’t be doing this. You were signing your own death certificate. You wish you’d realised an hour ago when the idea popped into your head.
But it was too late to back down, you had to push through the nerves. Steve was a complete asshole, he’d treated you like trash, shouting at you in front of his men. 
He needed to be taught a lesson, even if you would end up worse off from it. 
Bucky smiled up at you as you treaded carefully into his office. “Hiya Doll face, what can I do for you?” 
You breathed out shakily, strutting over to his desk.You smiled proudly when Bucky’s eyes flickered from your face to your hips, entranced by the way you wiggled your hips from left to right.  
You placed your hands on the edge of his wooden desk, fingertips curing round the stained, pushing your low cut top into his eyeline.
“I need your help with something, Buck.” You sang sweetly.  
He cleared his throat painfully, leaning back in his chair to create some distance between your bodies. He adjusted his pants, not hiding the growing tent in his suit trousers. 
“And what’s that, Sweetheart?” He smirked.
“Well…you see…” Your teeth chattered as you forced the words past your lips.
“StevieandIbrokeupandIwaswonderingifyoucouldhelpmemakehimjealous?” The words tumbled out so quickly that you Bucky barely had a chance to register what you’d asked of him. 
He studied you, pulling apart the squashed jumble of words and piecing together their meaning. You watched as realisation washed over his features, “you want me to do what?” 
“Help me make Steve jealous.” You stated more clearly. Shock turned into amusement, a cackle escaped his lips as he shook his head incredulously but remained silent.
“You’re the boss and his best friend and it would really get him back for the way he spoke to me this morning.” You continued, pacing back and forth frantically in front of his desk. 
“You tryna get us both killed, Sweetheart?” he scoffed, “I may be the boss, but Steve’s the muscle in this operation.” 
“Pleeease.” You whined, rushing around his desk and grabbing his hand in yours. You ran your soft fingers over the back of his hand, toying with the silver rings that sat comfortably on his fingers. 
“He really hurt my feelings this morning, it’s only fair I get to hurt him back.” You pouted, fluttering your eyelashes at him innocently. “I need you, Buck.”
Bucky sighed, dropping his head in defeat and mumbled a soft agreement. You let out an excited squeal, jumping into his lap, you wrapped your arms around the back of his neck. 
“You’re the best, thank you!” You cheered, kissing his cheek lightly. “I’ll see you at the kickback later?” You asked, you face centimetres from his. 
“Yeah I’ll see you there.” He smirked, placing his hands on your hips, helping you out of his lap.
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Bucky waited for you outside the club, his cold stare burned through the tinted windows you hid behind. You were late, very late. 
He opened the door for you, thanking Frank your driver and helped you out of your seat. “You’re late, Sweetheart.” There was a soft seething in his voice, no one kept Bucky Barnes waiting. Ever.
The heel of your shoe caught in a crack on the sidewalk and your leg gave out, clumsily falling out of the car and into Bucky’s arms. His strong arms wrapped around your waist, large fingertips splayed over your body in the most delicious way. 
Your breath caught in your throat as you peered up into his smirking eyes,  “careful, can’t have you hurting yourself before the night’s even started.”
You mumbled a sheeping thank you, as he led you through the doors and into the darkness. 
Everything in your body screamed for you to slip out of Bucky’s grip, to run back to the door and get Frank to take you home. Until you see Steve laughing and joking, surrounded by the regular women that hung around. 
Your blood boiled in your veins, you knew what they wanted. They were always ready to pounce on him the minute you were out of sight, tonight he looked like he was entertaining the idea of them too. 
You made eye contact with him over the smoky air and your heart gave out for a short lived second. 
Bucky’s fingertips rubbed soft circles over your waist as everyone came up to pay their respects to the boss. It was a grounding moment, the push you needed to work through the guilt and anxiety. 
You offered Steve a menacing, albeit fake smile, cocking your head sideways playfully. 
You lent further into Bucky’s  body, reaching up on your tiptoes and pressed your lips to his cheek, your eyes never leaving Steve’s furious gaze as you soft lips ran across scratchy stubble. 
“Think it might be working, Buck.” Your lips lingered over the shell of his as you shot a wink in Steve’s direction and walked off. 
“Yeah, I can feel the hole he’s burning into the back of my head, Sweetheart.” He chuckled. 
You reached the VIP section of the club and were welcomed by Bucky’s men with their usual standard of hospitality. 
Bucky took a seat at the highest point of the section, the highest point of the club, bar his office. He was the king looking down on the land he ruled, his subjects danced the night night away as the heavy baselines thumped through connecting bodies. 
It was the ultimate power trip. 
The closest you’d ever gotten to that seat was with Steve, you sat beside Bucky in the seats placed just below his. You knew your place in the club usually, tonight you were a fish out of water. 
You looked around the VIP section, like a lost little girl and moved to sit in your usual seat. 
Bucky cleared his throat, capturing your attention once more and patted his knee, signalling for you to sit down with him tonight. 
Nerves tingled in the pit of your stomach as you grinned at him. He was taking his role so seriously, it was good to have someone on your team. 
You climbed into his lap, settling your back against his warm chest, he wrapped one arm around your waist. Metal fingertips grazing over your bare shoulders softly, awakening a trail of goosebumps along your exposed skin. 
Steve couldn’t look away, he watched from below at your little scene of payback he was forced to look at. Fire burnt in his blue eyes the glass in his hand shattered under his iron grip. 
You heard the sound of fractured glass falling to the floor and you knew it was Steve, but it was too dark to see it happening. 
You fidgeted in Bucky’s lap, squirming at the thought of Steve's anger boiling over. The only thing keeping you calm was Bucky’s fingertips toying with your skin lightly.  
Through the flashing lights and clearing smoke, Bucky met Steve’s gaze over your shoulder and smiled at him. 
You couldn’t sit still, no matter how hard you tried, it was becoming hard for Bucky to concentrate. His hands gripped your waist, stopping your movements entirely as his arousal grew harder to control. 
He lent into you, lips grazing your ear, his hot tongue licking along your earlobe. “You're killing me, Sweetheart.” He growled in your ear. “You need to stop fidgeting or I’ll rip that dress off of you right now and fuck you here in front of Steve and everyone in the club.” 
Your eyes fluttered shut, a soft moan slipped past your lips, only loud enough that he could hear. You circled your hips against his bruising grip. 
“I’m sorry Buck.” You whimpered, “feels really good.”
Confidence surged through you, you knew Steve could see you, but you were getting lost in Bucky. You grabbed his hand and led it up your skirt. 
His breathing picked up when he realised you were wearing any panties, his fingers gliding through your soaking folds. You couldn’t hold back the broken whine that ripped through your chest as his fingers teased your clit. 
“You enjoying the thought of me ruining you right here, Sweetheart?” He smirked, lips moving against your neck. 
You nodded frantically, as the tip of his finger teased your entrance. Your head fell back onto his shoulder as you pushed your ass back on his hardening length. 
You heard him before you saw him, the thundering of his footsteps against the sticky floors. A cloud of rage shrouded the VIP section as he ripped the rope and stormed up the stairs. 
“Upstairs, now! Both of you.” He roared, his face flushed with deep seeded anger, a fury in his eyes you’d never seen before. 
He didn’t look at Bucky, his eyes stared straight at you and you walked up into Bucky’s office, a sheepish tale between your legs.
Fear rippled through your body, you weren’t sure what to expect. You and Steve had always been volatile, constantly arguing, breaking up over silly, insignificant things. But truthfully, you wouldn’t trade it for the world, no one ever made you feel the way he did. 
Bucky walked into the room first, patiently wandered over to his desk and sat down. You walked in next, head hanging low, you refused to look at either of them now. 
Steve walked in behind you, closing the dock behind him, the click of the lock, made your body jump nervously. 
Steve pressed his body against you, your breath faltered in your chest as you felt his hot breath move over your neck. “Bend over the desk facing Bucky, Angel.” He ordered quietly in your ear, “and pull up that pathetic excuse of dress.” 
You followed his instructions and bent over the desk, you peered up at Bucky looking into his cold eyes for any sign that he would help you. You found nothing but amusement there, he was enjoying seeing you like this. 
You were on your own and you felt humiliated for ever considering going to Bucky for help. 
You released a shaky breath and pulled the silky fabric over your ass, exposing your bare pussy to Steve’s vexed gaze. 
He walked up behind you, pressing himself against you, pushing his cock into you. It was gone before you had the chance to push back on it.
Steve dropped to his knees, kneading the globes of your ass, spreading them apart and watching your slick spill from your slit and down your legs. 
“Such a naughty girl,” he murmured. “You wanna tell me who made you this wet, angel?” He demanded, his fingers digging into your cheeks roughly. 
You stared up at Bucky frantically with parted lips, waiting for him to jump in and claim it was all down to him. He did no such thing, instead he quirked his eyebrow at you, waiting for your response.  
Steve’s hand cracked down your asscheek harshly, the sound echoed through the room. You whimpered at the sting, head dropping against the desk in defeat. 
“I asked you a question, I expect an answer.” He slapped the same cheek again, with the same force. “I’ll ask again, who made you this wet?” 
You shook your head frantically, lips not daring to open and stinging shockwaves washed through your body.  
Steve laughed menacingly, unleashing another slap on the same cheek and this time you cried out painfully. 
“Interesting, you were so vocal when you were begging Bucky to agree to your little plan to make me jealous. So where’s that voice gone now, Angel?” He sneered, the life drained from your as you met Bucky’s smirking gaze. 
You hadn’t banked on Bucky double crossing you, you hadn’t considered the strength of their friendship. That was a colossal mistake. 
“I have to say it worked out very well for everyone, all things considered.” Steve continued. “Even though I knew what was going on, it still took everything in me to not walk over to you sooner and shoot you both in the skulls.” 
You whimpered at his words as he clapped his hand down on you, tears stung the corners of your eyes. You rested your head against the desk,  defeat flooded through you. You’d lost this little game, you had to take your punishment and pray Steve didn’t kill you at the end of all of this. 
“I’m gonna ask you one more time Angel and I want an answer. Who made you this wet?” Steve's voice grew more stern, his patience wearing paper thin. 
“You and Bucky.” You whispered into the wood, shame creeped up your neck. You prayed you said it loud enough that you wouldn’t have to say it again.  
Steve’s hand slipped between your thighs, taking your clit between his thumb and index finger and rolled it gently. “See that wasn’t so hard was it?” 
You moaned as he worked your clit slowly, building up the pleasure knotting in your stomach, the pain spread of your ass completely forgotten. 
“I have to say Angel, I am impressed by your nerve, but if you wanted to be fucked by Bucky, all you had to do was ask.” He huffed, tapping your clit with his finger, his soft tabs against the bundle of nerves grew harder until you were crying out for him. 
Steve’s name echoed around the room just as you teetered on the edge of pleasure. Without warning, he removed his hand from you completely.
He left you like that for two achingly long moments, as you cried softly, begging him to let you cum. 
He leant in close, blowing cold air over your sensitive clit, flicking it with finger every so often. Everything was dialled up to hundred, you felt his every move on your body so much more intensely than usual. 
“But instead, you had to come up with some elaborate plan that was only going to ensure you got punished.” He growled, slapping your ass again. 
As your body jerked forwards from the impact, Steve’s tongue was out and ready to capture your clit, he swirled his tongue around it.
“Steve, please…” You sobbed desperately, your body jerked uncontrollably. “I’m sorry.” 
“She finally speaks.” He muttered against your thigh. “Sorry isn’t going to cut it this time, Angel.” 
He repeated his last movement on your body again, but this time when your body moved forwards his lips wrapped around your clit and sucked on it harshly. Your body shook with pleasure, your thighs threatened to give out under you. 
The cord threatened to snap in your stomach as you mumbled and cried out your apology over and over again. 
“Hold it.” Steve demanded against your clit, the vibrations nearly took you over the edge, but somehow you held it. You were determined not to make him more angry. 
Steve’s hand connected with your ass cheek and this time when you pushed your clit to his lips, he grazed his teeth over the pearl. 
Your body convulsed above him, you couldn’t hold it back any longer, but you had to. You were so close to pure bliss, but you held yourself together by a very thin piece of fraying thread. 
Bucky’s hand gripped your chin, forcing your vision up to him, metal fingertips wrapping around your neck and squeezing the air from your lungs. 
His other hand fisted his thick cock quickly, you could tell by the pained expression on his face, the stuttering of his breath that he was as close as you were. 
“Be a good girl and hold it just a little bit longer.” He breathed through gritted teeth. Steve’s teeth grazed your clit again as he pushed two fingers inside you, curling them up into your soft spongy spot. 
“Please, please please.” You whimpered through strained breaths as Bucky’s fingers tightened around your neck.
“Go ahead, Sweetheart, make Steve’s face all wet.” Bucky moaned as he fell back in his chair, his seed spilling from  his cock all over his hand and his white shirt. 
Steve’s fingers dragged along your walls quickly, hitting all the right spots while his tongue flicked your clit in his mouth. You came with a loud scream, one that overpowered the sound of the music outside the office. 
It was the most intense high you’d ever experienced. Steve’s fingers and mouth worked you through it all, his hand and face soaked in your juices. 
Steve gripped the back of your neck, pulling you up from the table, tight against his back. Your head spun lightly, you felt your mind and body floating apart under the strength of pain and pleasure Steve had caused you. 
“Don’t think I’ve ever seen you act like such a good girl, usually you never listen to me.” Steve kissed along your neck, his fingers pulling the top of your dress down over your breasts. 
“You trying to show off because Bucky’s watching you, want him to think you can be a good girl for him when you’re naughty for me?”
“No, I want to be good for you, Steve.” You mewled, reaching between your bodies and gripped his length through his pants. 
“Oh Angel, I think we’re way past that now.” Steve chuckled, “sit on the desk, legs spread, facing Bucky.” 
You followed his orders to a clumsy degree, climbing onto the table. Bucky’s face had changed completely, he offered you an adoring smile, licking his lips hungrily at the meal presented before him. 
He looked up at Steve, hands crawling up your open legs, pulling you closer to him. “Once I start, I don’t think I’m gonna be able to stop.” 
“Who said you had to stop?” Steve smirked down at his best friend. “Fun’s just beginning, Buck.” 
Bucky’s eyes travelled from Steve’s to yours, checking for any signs you wanted to stop. “You sure about this, Sweetheart?” 
“Certain.” You nodded, fingertips lacing through his long, brown locks and pulled his face down to your core. You moaned brokenly as his tongue explored your sensitive walls, as he breathed you in. 
His tongue dipped between your folds and into your entrance, slowly fucking you with his tongue slowly, his hands travelling up your body to cup your breasts.
Bucky lapped up the juices left from the orgasm Steve had brought down on you. He watched Steve roll your nipples between his fingers, tugging and pinching at your sensitive skin. 
“It’s okay Buck, she likes it rough.” Steve chuckled as he slapped one of your breasts. You mewled and rolled your hips into Bucky’s face. 
Bucky’s fingers toyed with your clit, smiling proudly as you bucked your hips wildly each time his fingers brushed past it. He continued his assault on your pussy, guiding your hips with his vibranium hand back and forth on his tongue and he delved deeper into you. 
Steve gripped you by the neck as your breathing became more laboured with each time his tongue dipped inside you. “Don’t be rude, Angel, you gotta let Bucky know he’s doing a good job.” 
You whimpered and writhed at Steve’s words, you looked down at Bucky through wet eyes. “Buck your tongue feels amazing.” You breathed, picking up the pace of your hips, grinding down further on his tongue. 
“Not as good as you feel sucking my tongue in greedily.” Bucky grunted against your core as his fingers rubbed a figure of eight into your clit. 
You didn’t get the chance to ask for permission, you were already falling apart by the time you could think a  coherent thought. You soaked Bucky’s chin more than you had to Steve. A drawn out cry ripped from your chest.
“I’m sorry,” you muttered over and over, falling back against Steve's rock solid chest. 
“It’s okay Angel, I think we can let that one slide.” Steve whispered in your ear, as Bucky stood and pulled his hard cock from his pants once again . “You’re doing so well for us, can’t wait to fuck your throat.” 
“Love you Steve.” You muttered quietly, focusing your gaze on Bucky, the sight of his cock bobbing as he inched towards you had you clenching around nothing. 
He gripped the backs of your thighs and pulled you to the edge of the desk and lined himself up with your entrance. 
You whined as he pushed inside you, the stretch was delicious and dizzying.   “Fuck that’s even better than I ever dreamed it would be.” He grunted, bottoming out. 
“Bucky.” You whimpered, head lulling tiredly as he allowed you the reprieve of getting used to his size. 
“Can see why he keeps getting back with you, Sweetheart. The way you're squeezing round me is just too good to give up.” He moaned, pulling out leaving you completely empty. His tip hovered over your entrance until you lifted your hips and pushed yourself down on his dick. 
You both groaned at the feeling, Bucky watched as you swallowed him whole and started to drive his hips in and out of you. 
You reached behind you, moving Steve’s hand from his cock and replacing it with your own, pumping in time with Bucky’s thrusts. All three of you were experiencing a different form of heaven, no one wanted the pleasure to end. 
Steve rutted his hips into your hand, desperate to quicken the movements as he chased his high. 
Bucky’s hand raked down your body, grabbing at you roughly, doing as Steve had done earlier, pinching and rolling your nipples between his fingers. 
“Fuck, sweetheart.” He growled as he felt your walls contract around him. “You gonna be mine too? Let me have this tight little pussy whenever I want?” 
“Only if Steve says it’s okay.” You groaned, as your hips met his thrusts.
Both men laughed at your answer, Steve placed a soft kiss to the top of your head, whilst Bucky’s fingers threatened to play with your oversensitive clit once again. 
“I can get on board with that.” Steve moaned, “Lay down Angel, I want your mouth.” 
You laid back, head hanging off the side of the desk, mouth in line with his cock as he pushed it passed your willing lips. 
They worked in tandem with one another, when Steve thrusted in, Bucky pulled out. Setting a relentless pace on your holes, both eagerly chasing their own highs as they used you for their own pleasure. 
Bucky lifted you leg over his shoulder, thrusting into you at a deeper angle that had you crying around Steve’s cock. The vibrations on your moans pushed him over the edge and he shot his seed deep down your throat. 
Bucky’s hips began to falter as he neared his high. Steve pulled himself from your mouth and reached over your body to press down on your clit. 
Your third and final orgasm exploded inside you, white hot pleasure coursed through your veins as you clenched around Bucky’s cock and forced his own orgasm. You finished with a pained cry and fell limp, as he fell back against his chair tiredly.  
Steve tenderly picked you up from the table and carried you over to the sofa in the corner of the room. You curled up into his side as the intensity of your orgasms died down and fatigue took over. 
“Relax Angel, I’ll be right here while you wake up.” He spoke softly as you floated back down to earth against the beat of the music downstairs. 
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artficlly · 1 year
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face the music (masterlist)
Music College Marvel AU
!frat!musician!bucky x !frat!musician!steve x !musician!femreader
You are a scholarship student at Stark's College of Music. After accidentally showing up the college's elite group with your singing at the Annual Showing. They aren't happy with you, nor are you with all the extra unwanted attention. But you can't help but notice that two of the school elite - Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers - have taken a particular interest in you.
This fic includes a lot of heavy past abuse and the healing journey from that, theres a lot of feminine rage sprinkled in between but please read at your own risk!
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m-writes-stories · 7 months
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Old Habits
Bucky x Steve x Reader
Warnings: Assult, Language (when do i not use language), idk what else
Word Count: 1053
You walked back to the office to plan your day out. You heard a knock on the door. You walked over to the door, and opened it. Standing in front of you, were two people that you hadn’t planned on seeing this close ever again. “Tony, Natasha, what are you doing here?” you asked. “Rogers and Barnes asked us to ask you if you would go to a party. So will you?” Natasha asked. “No, I told them that when I broke up with them I had no intention of being associated with the Avengers ever again,” you said. “Well, here's all the information (Tony hands you an invitation) come if you want or don’t come. Doesn’t affect me,” Tony says. You stood there in shock as the pair walked away. You looked down at the invitation.
The party was tonight. If you had still been dating the two they would have got an ear full about how they waited until the last minute to invite you. But you weren’t dating, so why had they asked Tony and Nat to ask you. You thought you were clear when you said you didn’t want to be associated with them. And everyone knows there are hundreds of photographers at one of the Avengers parties. You 1000% could not be seen there tonight. It was now 7 pm and here you were in a dress with your hair and make up done. You had done a lot of thinking throughout the day, surely if they wanted you to go to the party there was a good reason. So now here you were going to the party to see if you can figure out what that reason is. You called an uber to pick you up. The least amount of possibilities that you could be spotted the better. So you opposed taking your own car.
You pulled up to the compound. It looked the exact same as when you moved out. You had seen Steve and Bucky since you three broke up. You worked for SHIELD, it was bound to happen. But being good friends with Nick Fury meant you rarely had to interact with them. You walked into the compound and found yourself a seat at the bar. You had been lost in thought apparently because you hadn’t noticed someone walking up to you.
“Didn’t expect to see you here tonight,” the man next to you said. “Well, you wouldn’t have asked if you didn’t have a good reason, Rogers. So what is it? Why did you ask me to come to this party?” you asked him. “We think someone has been following you,” he said. “And who is we?” you asked. “Stevie and I, doll. We have some evidence,” Bucky said on the other side of your body. “Don’t call me doll. What evidence do you have that someone is stalking me?” you asked. Steve pulls out his phone. On it is a video. You click play. You recognize the location immediately as your apartment building. As the video goes on, you see yourself walking up to the door of the building, behind you is a man. You saw the man’s expression as he looked up at you before he started to speak. The sound on the video had been cut, but you knew what the man was saying. You looked up at each of the men.
“How did you get this video?” you asked them. “We talked to the owner of your apartment complex to send us all the video footage from the month at the end of the month. And we started to notice this man is in a lot of the footage with you,” Bucky said. “He’s my boyfriend. I’ve been dating him for six months and we just moved in together. So how about you stop stalking me,” you say. “Your boyfriend?” Bucky asks. “Yes, Barnes. My boyfriend. Don’t act like you didn’t expect me to date at some point in the rest of my life,” you said. “I just didn’t expect you to date this fast,” Steve said. “Why? You two are still together,” you said. “He didn’t stop loving me,” Bucky said.
“Don’t say that. Do not say that I didn’t love you. I loved you both like crazy. I could not mentally handle the fact that the two of you were putting yourselves in danger every time you left this compound. And you weren’t just gonna give up your jobs. You both thrive on saving people. You have been doing it since 1943. But I couldn’t live without you. So I removed myself from the situation. I never stopped loving you. How am I supposed to let you go?” you said. Bucky pulled your face towards his and connected your lips. “Hands off,” you heard from behind you. All three of you turned towards the man behind you. “What did you say John,” Bucky said. “I said get your hands off what's mine,” John said. “She isn’t property, so she isn’t yours,” Steve said. “I’m sleeping with her,” John said, “so she's mine.” “That is not how that works,” Bucky said. “She isn’t with you two anymore so it shouldn't matter what I say.” John went to grab at your arm but you quickly pulled away.
“What are you doing? Let’s go,” John said. “No, I don’t want to go with you. I am fine right here,” you responded slowly backing up until you hit Bucky’s chest. “You little bitch I knew you would always run back to them,” John said as he swung his fist towards your face. Bucky grabbed John’s wrist and started to drag him towards the door. “I’ll be right back, you stay here ok? I’m gonna go help Buck,” Steve said. You nodded your head and watched as Steve walked after Bucky. Natasha came up to. “So you gonna get back with them?” she said. “I don’t know. I still love them. I can’t deny that. But I have so much anxiety when they leave.” Nat nodded her head understanding.
You never saw John again. You were back with Steve and Bucky. They had gone on less missions since you three have been back together. They also tried to stay within the states. You were happy to be back in their arms again…
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A/N: I’m so excited to be posting this right now. I have been working on this for forever.
Love You, M
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biteofcherry · 2 years
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baseball coach Steve or baseball player bucky
Both 😈
Bucky has you first. You're his girl, his greatest supporter and the best post-game prize. After one of the practices, long after all the team members are gone, you stay with Bucky in the locker rooms. He calls it a prolonged stretching after a workout as he has you arching on a bench, taking your ass.
That's when coach Rogers walks in. He stops and watches, and despite your little protests Bucky keeps going. Then Steve makes a comment about improving Bucky's technique... At first he makes comments only - dirty, condescending words. Then his hands start touching your body; teasing, pinching and slapping. He takes you after Bucky finishes, all the while taking pointers and tactics.
You don't have as much stamina as they do, but they keep going even after you go limp. From now on you become their private mascot and stress relief.
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marvel, Steve Rogers - Fandom, Bucky Barnes - Fandom Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Steve Rogers x Bucky x Reader, Stucky, Stucky x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader Characters: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, James Buchanan Barnes, Captain Steve Rogers, Sergeant Barnes - Character, Reader, x reader - Character Additional Tags: Fluff and Smut, Friends to Lovers, Polyamory, Threesome - F/M/M, dash of angst, A little dominant Steve, it's mostly fluffy smut, you know me, I can't write the raunchy stuff well, but I loved writing this fluffy smut Excerpt under the cut.
The moment turns serious when you don’t say anything else and Steve asks the obvious. “What’s keeping your mind awake?” “Same reason you guys keep re-watching the news. Wondering why the fuck no one listened.” Steve’s face drops and you know exactly what he’s thinking. “It’s not your fault. Talking to Ross is like talking to a three-foot thick wall. You could’ve told him the end of the world is upon us, AGAIN, and he’d have shrugged and been like ‘my way or the highway’ blah blah blah.” “Make that a six-foot thick wall.” Bucky adds and Steve chuckle-scoffs. The air stays heavy. This all could’ve been different. Now, three junior agents are in the hospital, one critical. If only they’d listened. The higher-ups. Ross. “Here’s to being a puppet.” You state with such bitterness that even Bucky -master of dry sarcasm- does a double-take. “I think I know a way to help you sleep.” “Another one of these?” You hold up your empty glass but Bucky shakes his head. “One is plenty for you, sweetheart. No. I was talking about this.” He gets up, makes his way to the vintage record player. A swift search, he lays a vinyl on the turntable, lifts the tonearm, and a few static scratches later, the twinge of a guitar echoes into the room. “That’s a good song.” You smile, listening to the opening words of Wonderful Tonight, and Bucky holds out his hand, waiting. You know that he won’t take no for an answer, so you accept. It’s clear that Bucky’s had formal training. His posture is proper, hands strong as he leads in slow circles around the living room. But it’s all a little stiff. A little rusty. But you gotta give credit where credit is due. Bucky is trying; the soothing pressure of his thumb tracing circles on the back of your hand not going past. From the sofa, Steve watches, wishes the amber liquid could give him an actual buzz, just enough to gather up some god damn courage. It’s as though Bucky can read his friend’s mind. One more lazy twirl and he asks Steve to take over. “Whiz palace.” Bucky announces, making you laugh. “You sure you can’t get drunk?” “Pretty sure, sweetheart.” A quick wink to you, Bucky makes his way across the room, whispers something in passing to Steve, and for a split second you swear that Steve is a different man; face going from sweet to assertive to downright dark and commanding. Not that you’ve never seen him in charge, even with having handed the shield to Sam. He’s Steve Rogers, for fuck’s sake. He’ll always be a team leader. But this is different. This goes straight through your skin, charging every synapse before wrapping around your bones. Breathe...
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buckybuckyboo · 10 months
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What happened at the fair one summer night
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Summary: Bucky gets a great idea for you and Steve and it works out really well!.
Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI. Fluffy, kissing, Steve being all cute and stuff. Bucky being horny at the beginning 😂
Bucky x reader, Steve x reader
A/N: This is part 2 of Homecoming. All mistakes are my own. Please leave any feedback. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.
Word count: 2,425
Part 1
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"Bucky, Steve is acting weird. I did something wrong I know I did"
"Sweetheart you didn't do anything wrong, he's just busy"
"No Bucky, you didn't see the way he left when he saw me, he ran out the door"
Bucky grabs you, pulling you close to him and kissing along your neck making you smile and wrap your arms around him.
Baby, don't think about it too much okay? Steve is fine"
"Okay, okay. Want breakfast?"
"Oh yes, I want breakfast" He smiles cupping your pussy in his hand. Backing you up against the kitchen island and falls to his knees. Kissing your thighs as he pulls your panties off. Placing your leg on his shoulder giving him more access, your hands running through his hair and tugging. Looking down at him and seeing his blue eyes looking back at you as he sucks on your clit, pushing two fingers inside you. Kissing his way back up your body, his fingers buried deep inside you. Kissing you fiercely. Moaning into his mouth as he curls his fingers making your legs shake.
Pulling at his boxers and stroking his cock in your hand "Please Bucky, I need you now" He grabs your legs, picking you up in his arms and bringing you to the couch, laying you down and hovering over you. Pulling his head down to kiss him as he slowly slips his cock inside you. Both of you moaning together. Your hands grab onto his hair. "Please baby"
"What do you want my love?"
"I want you to fuck me, hard"
He starts slow but every time he pushes back inside you it gets rougher. His thrusts make you bounce up on the couch.
"Fuck yes, baby! Just like that!" you moan.
The sound of slapping skin echoed through the apartment along with your moans.
"Please fill me, baby, I've missed you so fucking much!"
"I missed you too baby girl, I couldn't stop thinking about you"
"God I hope you don't get another mission for months, baby"
His moans become louder, you know that he is getting close. "Yes baby, cum inside me please I need it"
He groans burying his head in the crook of your neck. Reaching down and grabbing his ass. With just a few more thrusts you both cum together. Both of you are breathless, just laying together on the couch.
He lays his head on your chest as you play with his hair. Exchanging small kisses and giggles with each other.
"So what's your plan today Buck?"
"Have to go to the tower and do some paperwork, but it shouldn't take too long. What about you baby?"
"Um, I don't know I don't have anything planned"
"Then just relax baby have a movie day or something" He smiles up at you
"That sound perfect baby, just wish you could stay with me"
"I know doll but I've got to do the paperwork that needs to be done. Have to give the end mission report"
Kissing him on the forehead as he gets up to get ready to go. When Bucky has left for the tower, you take a nice hot shower and make yourself something to eat.
Over at the tower, Bucky is writing out his end-of-mission report and decides to take a break. When passing the gym he sees Steve lifting weights. "Hey, Steve! You have been in here all  morning?"
"Oh hey Buck, yeah just working out a little extra"
"Are you alright?"
"Yeah, why Buck?"
"Is there something wrong?"
"No, why do you ask?"
"Y/N thinks you are avoiding her after last night"
Steve starts to stutter over his words.
Bucky rests his hand on his shoulder.
"What's wrong? You didn't like it? You don't like Y/N?"
"No! no god no Bucky, Y/N is amazing and I enjoyed last night. You have no idea how much. But she's your girl, I don't wanna get in the middle of it"
Bucky smiles and hugs Steve tight "I want whatever she wants Steve. Will you come home and talk to her? She's really worried  that she has fucked everything up between us all"
Steve steps back rubbing the back of his neck. Bucky can tell something is going on. "You like her, don't you?" he grins. He gives Bucky a blank stare and he's frozen in place.
"Hey it's okay with me punk, I love the both of you and I'm glad you both are getting along in every way" he wiggles his eyebrows at him making Steve laugh. "Come on, I've got an idea".
Bucky grabs Steve's bag and makes his way to the door and Steve follows. You were at home resting on the couch watching tv, well it was more like background noise till you heard the door of the apartment open. Getting up and looking over the back of the couch, you see Bucky coming in the door. Your heart sank, something happened but then you see Steve and your face lights up. Making your way over to Bucky and hugging him then moving over to Steve. He doesn't meet your eyes at first but when he does, you wrap your arms around him hugging him so tight.
"Sweetie, I'm covered in sweat"
"I don't care I'm so sorry Steve"
"There is no need to be sorry. I'm the one who's sorry for making you think you did something wrong" You take his hand and guide him over to the couch, grabbing Bucky on the way and sitting in between them.
"What happened Steve?"
"Nothing happened Y/N, I just didn't want to come between you and Bucky"
"Nonsense, Steve everything is great!"
"Are you sure?"
"Stop asking that" Bucky smiles leaning over and leaving a kiss on his lips.
"I have an idea! why don't the two of you go to the fair that's in town? You'll both have lots of fun and it will be nice for you two to spend some time together"
"That's a great idea Buck but I thought you wanted to go too?"
"I'm gonna go but I'm gonna let you guys be together. Like a little date," he smiles. You turn to Steve and rest your hand on his "Steve, would you like to go to the fair with me?"
He smiles back at you "Only if you let me win you a prize"
"Deal!" You hug him tightly again. Turning back to Bucky "Hey, maybe Sam might like to go too? Or maybe Wanda? I don't want you to go alone"
"I'll ask one of them okay? Don't worry about me, enjoy your date!"
"I will Bucky, thank you"
Steve leaves to go shower and you sit with Bucky on the couch.
"I'm so glad he's okay"
"Me too baby, I hope the both of you become closer"
"Me too". You curl up in Bucky's lap resting your head in the crook of his neck.
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Standing in front of your mirror, holding up outfits to your body to see what looks best. You had looked up 40's outfits online to see if anything you owned looked similar. Settling on a sundress with poke a dots. Walking into the kitchen where Bucky and Steve are waiting. "Wow doll, you look amazing!"
"Thank you Bucky. Both of you look very handsome" Steve walks over  to you and kisses your cheek and takes you by the hand making you smile. "Bucky, who is going to the fair with you?"
"Sam is going and he's bringing Nat too"
"Great! Maybe we will see you around then"
You smile and walk with Steve.
"Is it okay if we walk? it's not that far and it's a really nice evening out"
"I'd love to walk with you Steve"
When you both get to the fair, Steve smiles looking down at you as your face lights up seeing everything to do there.
"Oh wow Stevie! What shall we do first!?"
"Whatever you want sweetheart!"
Both of you start to walk around trying to decide what to do first "Oh! Let's try the ring toss!"
"Come on up and throw some rings!! get one or more on a bottle for a prize!" The man behind the table shouts. Taking the rings in your hand and you start throwing them but miss every shot "Aw shoot!"
Steve steps up for a try but also misses "Sorry sweetheart"
"It's okay Stevie, there is lots more to try!"
Taking his hand, you feel him squeeze your hand but when you start to walk he lets go and walks behind you.
Both of you really enjoy the fair though and Stevie wins you a teddy in a game called pick a duck. All he had to do was simply pick a duck and look on the bottom and it hand a blue dot, that means he won. When he handed you it, you couldn't help but hug it. Both of you wandered around some more, sharing popcorn and candyfloss.
"How do you feel about heights Stevie?"
"Heights? I'm okay with heights, why?"
"Would you go on the feris wheel with me?"
"I'd love to! Let's go!"
You giggle taking his hand and running towards it and waiting in line. Steve lets go of your hand while both of you wait, making you think he's not enjoying himself as much as he should be. Both of you get onto the feris wheel and sit down.
Sitting your teddy on your lap and watch as you both start to move, enjoying the view.
"Steve?"
"Yeah?"
"Is there something wrong?"
"Oh no baby there is nothing wrong"
"Why do you keep letting go of my hand? Why won't you touch me?"
"Because-"
"Because what Stevie?"
"Because if I touch you, I won't be able to stop"
He looks down at his hands but your breath hitches in your throat. You move close to Steve, laying your hand on his cheek, making him look at you and you smile at him then lean in kissing him passionately. His hands wrap around you holding you close to him. You never wanted this to end. You loved the way his hand gently caressed your neck.
You both didn't realize that the feris wheel had stopped until the guy controlling it cleared his throat bringing you both back down to earth. You blushed and apologized then both of you ran till you were almost out of the fair. Steve gently pushes you up against a wall and smiles down at you. His lips inches from yours, rubbing your nose against his.
"Steve?"
"Yeah?" he whispers.
"Say it again, please?"
He smiles wide resting his forehead against yours "If I touch you, I won't stop"
Crashing your lips against his, wrapping your arms around his neck as you both kiss. He pulls away catching his breath as he smiles at you.
"Can- can you stay with me tonight? I just wanna hold you a little longer"
"I would be very happy to stay with you tonight"
Taking your hand in his both of you start making your way home. It wasn't late but both of you just wanted to be together. Opening the apartment door and turning on the light to see a huge teddy sitting on the couch and a note pinned to it's ear.
"It's from Bucky. it says won this for you baby girl, decided to go watch a movie with Sam. I hope you both had a great time" you laugh. Steve walks into the kitchen "Oh he got me my favorite candy" he laughs. Walking into the kitchen still holding the teddy Steve won for you "Come on, let's cuddle" taking his hand and leading him to his bedroom "May I have your shirt?"
"Sure" he goes to his dresser and takes one out and hands it to you. You giggle.
"No, I want that one" pointing to the one he's wearing, grabbing the ends and lifting it off his body. He takes his jeans off and slips into bed and watches you. He looks at you as you slip off your sundress and put his shirt on then you slip into bed beside him. Instantly his arms are around you, wrapping one of your legs around his and running your fingers through his hair. He moans a little every time you scratch his scalp making you smile. Both of you talked and laugh for hours, kissing and play fighting till you finally drifted off to sleep on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.
You felt something nugging you awake "Shh baby it's just me"
"Bucky?"
"Yeah, I just got back" he whispers.
"What time is it?"
"Ah just past 4am doll. Did you both have a good time?" you smile in your sleepy state
"Yeah, we had a great time, he wanted me to stay with him tonight just cuddling and laughing"
"That's so great baby I'm so happy! Okay go back to sleep, I'll see you both tomorrow,or I mean in a few hours" he laughs and kisses you softly before going to bed. You settle back on Steve's chest and fell back asleep. Both of you slept in a little later, you started to wake up looking around for a clock.
"It's 12? Huh"
Turning around and looking at Steve, he looks so peaceful asleep. Kissing along his chest and neck making him wake up a little.
"Morning Stevie, how did you sleep?"
He smiles "Better than I have in a long time baby"
"Good, you hungry? I feel like making pancakes"
"That sounds great baby doll!"
"Okay, you go shower and I'll get started"
Jumping out of bed and run to Bucky's room but he's not in bed. You make your way to the kitchen you see Bucky with his cup of coffee.
"Good morning baby girl"
Walking over to him and hugging him "I'm making pancakes!"
"Yes! I'm starving!"
You laugh as you get started on the pancakes. Steve joins you both after a while and he and Bucky are talking about the movie he seen last night. You served them their pancakes and sat at the table between them. They start to eat but you don't touch yours yet.
"Something wrong baby girl?" Bucky asks.
"I wanna talk to both of you about something"
Both of them stop eating and keep their attention on you.
"I want to be yours, both of yours. I wanna be both your girl like Bucky said the other night. What do you think?"
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avengersfantasies · 7 months
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Anymore - Chapter 4 (SNEAK PEEK)
Here's a sneak peek for the next chapter.
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Steve stood outside his girlfriend apartment – exhaling and eventually knocking on the door. He was not looking forward to this conversation one bit. The door opened within seconds of him knocking – she had been waiting.
            “Hi,” Steve greeted his girlfriend – walking into the apartment when she stepped aside. “We uh, we need to talk.”
            She crossed her arms and sat on the sofa. “Obviously.”
Steve sat down next to the blonde bombshell. “So…she’s uh…pregnant.”
Her face dropped, and she went from angry to furious. “So, you’ve been fucking her behind my back?!” She stood up and slapped him in the chest.
“What?!”
She scoffed. “Should’ve known better…once a cheater always a cheater.” She went to hit him again, but he managed to catch her hand this time.
“Will you stop it?!” Steve yelled back. “I didn’t sleep with her behind your back!”
“Then how is she pregnant?!”
Steve stood up. “She got pregnant while we were together! God, do you not know how reproduction works?!”
The girl crossed her arms and shook her head in disbelief. “I don’t believe you.”
“Then don’t,” Steve scoffed. “I came here to tell you and hoped you’d be by my side with this.”
“That’d never happen,” she spat. “The only way we’re gonna be together is if the only kid there is belongs to us.”
Steve shook his head. “Then we’re done.”
Before he had time to react, his now ex-girlfriend managed to connect a left-hook to his eye – shocking him but not really hurting him. Without a further word, Steve left the small apartment, not even bothering to grab the couple of outfits he’d left there.
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rosewritestuff · 2 years
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Anon Ask - Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes
Anon asked: Dom!Steve with switch!reader and sub!bucky With daddy and mommy kinks, pissing, pussy slapping and eating, squirting, overstimulation for bucky and DP? With aftercare please 🥺🥺
Steve Rogers x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader; daddy kink, mommy kink, piss kink, pussy slapping, f receiving oral sex, overstimulation, double penetration
ANY HATE WILL BE DELETED THIS IS A JUDGEMENT FREE ZONE DON'T LIKE, DON'T INTERACT; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+
"Buck, Mommy and Daddy have a special treat for you tonight. You're finally gonna get to fuck Mommy with Daddy, isn't that nice?" Steve asked, slapping your pussy hard, making you jolt where you lay on your back on the bed, hands gripping the headboard, legs tied apart to the corners of the bed. Steve slapped your pussy again and again, interspersing licks and sucks, never letting you know which was coming next, as Bucky watched, entranced.
Steve finally stopped once your pussy was swollen and aching and you had come, squirting over his face, gesturing Bucky over. "Okay Buck, now remember, fuck Mommy like a man and you get to do it more than once." Bucky moaned, grabbing his aching dick so he didn't come right then.
Bucky slid into your pussy, hips pressing against your sore cunt, making you hiss. "Fuck, yes, good boy, Mommy can you feel all the way inside baby," you groaned, tilting your hips so your pussy pressed even harder on his hipbones.
"Okay baby boy, scoot over, Daddy's gonna fit in there too," Steve said, nudging Bucky to the side and fitting his dick to your hole, pressing slowly, until the head popped in and you groaned, stretched beyond what you thought you could be.
Bucky came immediately, face flushing, moaning. He pumped a huge load of cum into you, Steve suddenly sliding in easier, until they were both in you all the way.
"I'm sorry, I didn't- I wasn't- sorry," Bucky stammered, but you just hushed him.
"Baby boy, it's okay, we didn't expect you to last! You're doing just fine baby, you're still gonna fuck Mommy with Daddy, don't worry," you said, grabbing his metal hand when he tried to pull out of you.
"Stay right where you are, you keep thrusting until you're hard again and come inside her again, you hear me baby boy?" Steve asked Bucky, arm wrapped around his hip to prevent Bucky from leaving.
Bucky whined, high pitched and pitiful, his dick already oversensitive. But he did as he was told and kept thrusting, his dick throbbing as it tried to get hard again so quickly, even with the serum.
Steve kept fucking you hard, his fingers playing with your clit until you squirted, shuddering and clenching around their dicks, making Bucky sob as his sensitive dick was squeezed, rapidly getting hard.
"There he is, that's a good boy, now you and Daddy are gonna fuck me, make Mommy come baby boy," you goaded, releasing his hand which he placed on your hip, moving in tandem with Steve, fucking your pussy hard.
Bucky was openly crying now, his dick tingling with oversensitivity, but he kept going. Steve rubbed your clit between his fingers and you came again, orgasm hitting you hard and making you squeeze down on their dicks, triggering their orgasms too. They both pumped inside you, Steve's load huge, Bucky's second one smaller, but you were still filled with cum, it leaking out of your stretched hole.
Bucky collapsed on the bed beside you, and you pulled him into your arms, stroking his hair as his tears slowed, breath returning to normal. Steve came over with a washcloth, softly wiping you both down, taking extra care with your pussy and Bucky's dick, before he climbed into the bed, wrapping you both in his arms.
"Daddy's here, Daddy's gotcha both, you two just relax and come back to me when you can, I'll watch over you," Steve murmured, kissing your head and Bucky's, Bucky tucked in between you two, Steve's arms wrapped around your back.
You floated for a bit, coming back to Steve stroking your hair, whispering in Bucky's ear. Steve smiled at you, saying, "Welcome back sweetheart, you did so well."
"Thanks Steve," you smiled, running your fingers through Bucky's hair as he stirred. Steve handed you some water and chocolate, getting some for Bucky too. You all sat up against the headboard, legs overlapping, talking quietly before going and showering together, always touching, always whispering sweet things to one another.
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summerofsnowflakes · 2 years
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Pushing Your Luck 
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Pairing: Mob!Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader / Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader / Steve x Reader x Bucky
Word Count: 3.4K
Summary: Bucky and Steve use an unimportant meeting to tease you to the brink of desperation, when it becomes too much the meeting is ended and they use the time to ruin you.
Warnings: This contains Smut, 18+ MDI, fingering, choking, pet names, dirty talking, anal, dp, orgasm detail, spanking, sub/dom dynamics,
A/n: I've been looking forward to posting this one for a while. It's in the same universe as His Angel, His Sweetheart, but you don't need to read it to enjoy this one shot.
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Curled up in Bucky’s lap, you were content in the comfort of his warm embrace. The steady beat of his heart keeping in time with your own as you lazily hung your legs off his chair’s armrest. 
His fingers danced along your bare skin, mindlessly toying with the hem of your short flowing skirt. His eyes remained on the scene in front of you, appearing to listen intently to the conversation between Steve and their guests. 
You weren't listening in, you didn’t need to, it wasn’t your business. In any case, Bucky and Steve always went over everything later on and clued you in on the things you’d missed. 
Bucky’s fingers moved further along your thighs, pushing his rough padded tips past the fabric, bunching it up lightly. 
These days it wasn’t uncommon to find yourself in this position, cuddled up with one of them as the other led a meeting. 
You were always teased to the brink of insanity, even if you wanted to focus on the meeting there was an unspoken determination between them to make it impossible.  
You watched arduously as Steve commanded the room with his power, their guests were lapping up everything he laid on the table. 
You found yourself growing hotter as he paced back and forth across the length of the table, his ego taking up all the additional space in the room. 
Your panties grew damper, just as Bucky's fingers ghosted over your lace covered clit. Even with your back to him Bucky could read you too easily, he knew what you needed without you having to utter a word. 
He repeated the same movement, applying more pressure to your growing desperation. Your hips involuntarily jerked in his lap, a trembling whimper daring to slip from your tongue. 
“Sweetheart, what have I told you about moving in my lap?” Bucky’s lips brushed along your neck, teeth grazing the shell of your ear.
You whimpered silently, your eyes connected with Steve’s across the room. He smirked darkly as he continued to speak, you don’t know how, but you knew he’d heard you.  
“You’re driving me crazy with all that fidgeting.” Bucky whispered, recapturing your attention by tapping your core over your panties and pushed his growing length into your ass. 
You mumbled an apology, your eyes fluttering shut as his fingers slipped further down your pantied and circled the damp spot on your panties.  
“That wasn’t very convincing.” He pressed his fingers down on your clit, rubbing rough slow circles into your bundle of nerves. “Not convincing at all, sweetheart.” He growled lowly into your ear. 
You coughed loudly to cover the sound of your pathetic whines, drawing everyone’s attention to you. You dropped your gaze stuttering out another feeble apology to everyone as the resumed, none the wiser to the devious ministrations happening under your skirt. 
“Make another sound and I’ll bend you over the table and ruin you in front of these pathetic excuses for clients. Understand?” 
You didn’t dare offer a response, you knew he wasn’t joking. He pulled your panties to the side, his fingers swiping up through your wet folds and gathering your slick. 
“I said, do you understand?” He breathed, punctuating each word with a tap to your clit. You nodded, fighting the urge to cry out while he continued his assault on your core with teasing touches. 
Steve’s eyes were trained on you, he was mesmerised by the way your eyebrows knitted together in pained pleasure. 
He cleared his throat, slipping back into the conversation although he had no interest in what was being said, he had to distract himself from the growing tent in his pants. 
A spike of jealousy rippled through him, he knew Bucky wasn’t going to work with them. They were idiots, wasting his valuable time that could be focused solely on you. 
If they weren’t in the room, bothering him with their ridiculous proposal, then  he could be helping Bucky take you apart. He could have you crying out on the table for them. 
Bucky’s taunting wouldn’t let up, he was pushing you to the brink of desperation without even really trying. His fingertips delicately dipped into your aching hole and massaged your walls.  
It wasn’t enough, you needed more, but you had no way of asking for it. You knew you’d be punished beyond reasoning if you disobeyed Bucky’s orders. 
“You want more? I can tell by the way your little hole is gripping my fingers.” Bucky purred into your ear. “Why don’t you just ask, sweetheart?” 
You gritted your teeth to hold back the frustration sitting on your forked tongue. He was evil in the most delicious way, trying to goad you into a simple trap. He wanted to punish you, you just needed to give him a reason. 
“You got nothing to say?” He smirked, “maybe you are a good girl after all, although that bratty little display last night in the club would suggest otherwise.”
You rolled your eyes, moving your hips against his hand carefully, trying not to draw too much attention to yourselves. 
“I have an idea, you want to hear it?” He asked, plunging his fingers deep inside you finally. It was heaven but it was becoming harder not to cry out for him. 
“I didn’t quite catch that, did you say something, sweetheart?” He grinned, thrusting his fingers back inside you as a few stray tears slipped down your cheeks. 
Despite your best efforts to remain silent, a soft cry slipped out of your mouth. You cringed, waiting for the punishment to come. It wouldn’t be the first time they’d ruined you in front of people. 
But it never came, Bucky let it slide, which was completely unlike him. “I’m gonna let you have that one, these people aren’t good enough to see you stripped bare and ruined. I have a much better plan.”  
He shifted forward, taking you with him, his fingers still buried inside you, stretching you out. 
Turning the sound off on his laptop, he opened a video file up. Your eyes widened as the image of your body bent over Bucky’s desk, he was behind you drilling into you roughly. 
“Like what you see, sweetheart? I think Steve will.” He chuckled softly, copying the file into an email and sending it off to Steve.  
You clenched around his fingers, carefully moving your hips against his fingers. “I know you like what you see, we look fucking amazing, but I will spank you if you keep moving.” 
Before you could fully register what Bucky had done, Steve was already opening the video, watching as Bucky smiled up into the camera while thrusting relentlessly into you. 
Steve stared at the screen determinedly, completely switching off from the pitch their guests were giving. As the video came to an end , his features darkened, grinning menacingly as he met your timid gaze. 
“Well gentlemen, ladies, I think we can stop there for today. We’ll be in touch.” He announced butting into the middle of their pitch without a care.
Anyone who knew Steve, knew that meant they wouldn’t be in touch. You hadn’t been paying attention to conversation, but you knew that they weren’t interested in what these people had to offer. 
Steve kept his eyes on you as the team of people filtered out of the room. His face was akin to a fire inside a thunderstorm. His chair scraped across the floor painfully and he strode towards you. 
Bucky pushed a third finger inside you, thrusting in fully inside you without warning. You cried out at the fullness, your head lulling back against his chest. 
His free hand wrapped around your neck, squeezing the air from your lungs. “The rules still apply, sweetheart. I don’t want to hear a peep from you.” He moved his fingers slowly this time, stretching you out completely. 
With his metal hand still wrapped around your neck, he manoeuvred your body so your back was fully against his chest, spreading legs either side of his thick thighs.
Steve towered over the two of you, his blue eyes blown out wildly. He stared at your pussy as it sucked in Bucky’s fingers greedily. 
“Such a dirty little slut.” Steve smirked. “Letting herself get finger fucked right in the middle of an important meeting.” 
Bucky’s fingers sped up, thrusting in and out of you in quick succession. Your head lulled again as you stared up lazily at Steve. 
The squelching sound filled the room in the most pornagraphic sense. You slick spilled from your core, soaking Bucky’s hands. 
“Not gonna say anything, Angel?” Steve taunted. 
“She’s not allowed to make a noise, if she does she’s not allowed to cum.” Your eyes widened in fear as you shook your head frantically, whimpering sounds teetering on the tip of your tongue. 
“I see…” Steve replied, “Well let's see if she can be a good little girl for once.” He knelt in front of you, between yours and Bucky’s splayed open legs, he licked his lips watching Bucky’s fingers slip in and out of you easily. 
Steve’s fingers travelled up your legs softly, peppering soft kisses to your trembling thighs. His fingers hooked around the waistband of your panties ripped them apart.
Steve teased you over your clit, tracing line shapes into your sensitive bud. Your hips bucked wildly, clamping your lips over your teeth to hold in the noises that were desperate to fill the room. 
“Did you like the video we sent you?” Bucky grinned down at his best friend. 
“Got me hard as rock, watching you fuck this one senseless.” He chuckled, tapping his palm against your clit. 
“You hear that, sweetheart? He loved seeing you get fucked by me. Loved seeing how much of a little slut you are.”
“She’s getting close.” Steve commented, swapping a glance with Bucky and communicating wordlessly with one another.
Everything stopped all at once, you slumped against Bucky’s body, an involuntary sob passed your wobbling lips. You gassed immediately, covering your mouth as if you could take back the moment. 
“Always a brat. Can’t even follow a simple instruction.” Bucky laughed wickedly. 
“Open up Angel.” Steve ordered, you weakly followed his instruction. He shoved your ripped panties into your mouth, pulling your mouth somewhat shut and tapped your cheek. “That should keep you quiet, angel.” 
The sweet taste of your juices kissing your tongue and slipped down your throat as you bit down softly on the torn fabric. 
“You think you can keep quiet now, sweetheart?” Bucky teased, peppering kisses along your neck.  
“Put her on the table.” Steve stated  indifferently, loosening the tie around his neck. Bucky wrapped his arm around your stomach and hoisted off his lap and onto the large wooden table. 
“You too, make sure she doesn’t make a sound and remember angel, no cumming.” 
Steve slipped two fingers inside you with ease. He set a slow pace as he thrust in and out of you, it was a rare moment of tenderness that you rarely showed you when he took you apart. 
Bucky ripped your top from your body, revealing your pebbled nipples. 
“What a surprise, our dirty little slut isn’t wearing a bra.” Bucky mused, leaning down and taking your nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it slowly. 
It was too much and not enough, your chest heaving desperately. Any little noises were muted by your panties.
Steve eyes were trained on your face, watching as your eyes fluttering frantically, your brows furrowed tightly as you held back your high and your screams.  
Steve’s fingers slipped out of your core and trail downwards, to a place not ventured before. You met his hard stare, nodding furiously, giving into his devilish desires. 
Bucky kissed down your body until he reached your clit. His tongue swiped at your sensitive area, smirking as your body involuntarily jerked in place and pushed Steve's finger inside your puckered hole. 
Your mouth fell slack at the new intrusion, Steve kept his finger still, Bucky blew cold air over your clit. You knew what they were doing, they wanted you to take control just so they could punish you. 
“Tell me how that feels. Angel.” Steve smirked, but you knew this game all too well. You rolled your eyes, looking away from them. Steve grinned at you, there’s his perfect little brat. 
He began moving his finger in and out of you slowly. Bucky’s tongue flickered torturously against your clit.
Steve pulled his finger out slowly, wetting a second finger and pushed it inside your tighter hole. He worked faster now, opening you up more with each thrust. 
Your hips moved with his fingers, taking him further into your ass. Bucky sucked at your clit, his eyes trained on your clenching hole. 
“She’s gonna cum.” Bucky murmured against your pearl and they both stopped abruptly .  
“Naughty little angel, trying to sneak an orgasm past us and think we wouldn’t notice.” 
You shook your head at him, tears slipped down your cheeks, you had been so close and you’d been caught. 
“You think I’m stupid?” Steve's hand clapped down on your thigh thunderously, the sting vibrating through your body. “You think I don’t know you well enough to know what your plan was. I'm a hurt angel.”  
His hands hooked around your ankles and pulled your body to the edge of the table.
“Such a naughty little slut.” Bucky flesh hand wrapped around your neck again, his fingertips digging into your skin harshly. 
The faraway sound of Steve’s belt clinking mixed with the blood thumping in your ears. “Let’s see if you can keep quiet without those panties to help you, sweetheart.” Bucky breathed into your ear, his wet mouth cascading along your jaw. 
Steve lathered up his cock with his spit and lined it up with your puckered hole, slowly pushing inside you. The stretch was unimaginable, your eyes rolling, your lips wobbling. 
Inch by inch he filled you up until he bottomed out. Steve pulled out slowly, thrusting back in at a gentle pace. Your head spun, you were floating with sexual intoxication. 
“Good girl, didn’t hear a peep from you.” Bucky mused, releasing your neck, grasping your cheeks to keep your head from falling back against the table. You nodded weakly, his lips dropping down onto yours. 
Steve built up a steady rhythm, hitting deeper than you thought possible, it was like heaven.
“Tightest hole I’ve ever had,” he groaned, placing your legs over his shoulder, his fingers gripping your hips harshly.
“Well you can’t tease me like that, I gotta feel it too.” Bucky chuckled, his fingers teasing along your body, setting you alight as Steve fucked into you renlentlessy. 
“You hear that angel? Bucky wants to be inside your ass too, you think you can take both of us at the same time?” Steve smirked, waiting for your head to bob feverently. 
He knew you better than you knew yourself, sure you were bratty but your aim was still to please in any way you could. The thought of letting either of them down wasn’t an option. He could hardly contain his grin when you nodded your head. 
“Sit up and wrap your legs around me.” Steve commanded. You followed his instructions, your sweaty hands clung to his biceps as he ground his hips into your ass. 
He lifted you off the table, keeping his cock inside you fully. He moved towards Bucky’s leather arm chair, each step sent you bouncing harder on his cock.
“You like that, angel?” Your head spun with pleasure, it was mind blowing. “Answer me, I want to hear that pretty little voice.” 
You blinked at him, worry swept across your features. His hand caressed your cheek, nodding at you. 
He took another step forward and this time you moved your hips in time with his, letting a broken moan slip through the net. 
“Tell me how it feels.” 
“It feels s-s-so good. Ple-easee don’t stop!” 
“There’s my girl.” He praised, picking your hips up and slamming you back down on his cock.
“Did so well keeping quiet for us tonight, so proud of you.” Steve hummed, “but you’re still not allowed to cum. You’re my little fuck toy tonight and toys don’t get pleasure, they get used.” 
He plonked down in the chair clumsily, your legs falling either side of him. You wailed leisurely, overwhelmed with the sensation of Steve filling you up. 
Steve cupped your face, forcing you to peer into his eyes and pressed his lips to yours hungrily. 
You moved your hips in an upwards motion, slowly riding his cock. Steve took your lip between his teeth and pulled at it roughly. 
“Loved seeing you bent over Bucky’s desk as he ruined you, angel.” He moaned, his hands roaming your body roughly, marking you as his.  
“It made me really fucking jealous though, because I think you cry just a little bit louder for him.” Steve continued, flicking your nipple playfully. 
“No no no no, Steve, that's not true.” You whimpered. 
Bucky came up behind you and peppered soft kisses down your neck, the heat from his naked body raidited against your, his hard length pressed into your back. 
“Hmm… Not sure I believe you. Maybe I’ll have to see how loud I can make you scream later when Bucky’s not around.” 
“Please.” You cried as his dick slipped from your ass and Bucky lined himself up to take over. Steve’s cock slid through your soaping folds, nudging against your clit as Bucky pushed his cock inside your ass. 
“Oh fuck.” You cried as Bucky buried himself inside you, groaning loudly as he bottomed out. 
“Fuck that feels good, best ass I’ve ever had.” He groaned, his hot breath fanning over your neck, thrusting his hips upwards into you. 
Steve lifted your hips, his hands splayed over your ass cheeks spreading them so Bucky could see you swallowing him fully. “Oh sweetheart, you’re taking me so well, such a greedy little slut. You love this, don’t you?” 
“Yes, yes, yes!” You sang, sliding down on Bucky’s thick member, as Steve drove his cock into your fluttering core. 
It was a sensory overload, you were seeing stars, closing in on your end goal with quick succession as their cocks sunk deep inside you. 
“Tell me how good it feels, angel.” 
You cried out in response, a mess of broken syllables tumbling from your lips. Steve grinned at Bucky, gripping your cheeks and pushing his thumb into your parted lips. 
“My little angel, all stupid from taking two cocks.” His thumb pressed down on your tongue, forcing your mouth open. “You love being used, don’t you?”  
“Can feel your tight little ass squeezing me even tighter, don’t you dare cum.” Bucky growled at you. 
Steve nudged your sweet spot with each thrust of his hips, daring you to let go. You whined, trying your best to hold back your high from crashing down on you. 
Bucky’s hips stuttered and a pained groan rippled from his chest as he pulled you tightly against his chest, biting down on your shoulder as he painted your walls. 
He remained there, breathing harshly against your neck as he came down from his high. 
Steve's hips began to stutter. “Don’t do it.” He warned with a final slam into your aching hole and painted your walls with his seed. 
A broken sob racked from your lips as they both pulled out of you, leaving you oversensitive and completely riled up. You were spent but you needed more. You were on the brink of falling apart and there was no possibility of that happening now. 
Bucky grabbed his phone from the table, kneeling down between your legs and hit the record button on his camera. 
Through the phone screen he watched as your walls contracted around nothing. Their cum spilled out from your ruined holes, mingling together and dripping onto the floor. 
“Steve please, I was such a good girl, please, please let me cum.” You pleaded, pressing desperate kisses to his pink cheeks. 
“You broke the rules, angel. You know I can’t allow that. You have to make it up to me first.” He pressed his lips to yours, as his fingers wrapped around the back of your neck possessively. 
“Now look up and smile at the camera for me. This one was recorded too.” You tilted your head up to the corner of the room, noticing the blinking red light. 
You sighed, offering him a scowl, rolling your eyes. One of these days you were going to stop falling for their stupid plans. 
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ohhsheet-blog-blog · 2 years
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The great people of tumble can you help me find This fic?
It’s a reader insert with Steve, bucky, and reader. I can’t remember if it’s a/b/o or just soul mates but the reader was dating Peter when she found out they were her mates and said that they can be friend but that’s it since she’s with Peter then she find out Peter found his mate and was cheating on her. Then her, Bucky and Steve to get together. She was also like a nurse. Hopefully you can help. Thanks!
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artficlly · 1 year
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face the music (chapter 3)
Music College Marvel AU - Chapter 3
!frat!musician!bucky x !frat!musician!steve x !musician!femreader
Warnings: angst, mentions choking, swearing, implications of previous abuse, ptsd, fluff
Word Count: 4.9k
A/N: i got carried away ahaha. also i dont know anything about music or music lingo so pls don't kill me (maybe im an idiot for making a MUSIC SCHOOL AU with no knowledge on music beyond 'hey that song sounds cool lmao) anyway it's gonna start getting fluff n fun soon k bye. not proof read
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Lunch felt shorter than usual, you could only assume it was the dread making you feel that way. You felt a little better after getting some food into your body, less shaky and more ready to get the day over and done with. You lingered in the hallway outside the class, mentally preparing yourself to enter. Through the small window in the door, you could tell they were setting up for the impromptu performances. One of the A’s must've insisted on a livestream, you could see Scott and Clint fiddling around with a camera. 
The College was very big about its online presence. With the rise of social media and the influencer, it was only natural for the aspiring musicians to get an early taste of fame. Teenagers and adults tuned in around the world to see their live streams, to get a glimpse of the next rockstar before they made it big. You had mainly stayed out of that world, being a classical pianist people tended to not glance your way a second time. You had been on live streams before, most of your assignments were uploaded online somewhere. People weren’t particularly interested in classical pianists though, most of their attention turned to Group A’s future rockstars. It had only been when you had stepped onto that stage to sing as Sharon’s replacement that it felt like the world finally looked back at you. 
You wondered if your mother would be proud. Or disappointed. Your entire childhood had been about singing, the opera, making you into a mini-copy of her. After her death… you were repulsed by it. You fell in love with the piano and never looked back. You didn’t want to be her. You didn’t want to be that corpse. Your father had understood, supported you throughout. A part of you was torn, you had the capabilities to sing… but did you really want to? Your scholarship was for the piano. The Annual Showing, it had been funny at the time. But now with bruises, angry stares and your own sanity on the line? You wanted to fall back to your piano, let the soft notes and tapping of the keys lull you away from all of this. It would be easier that way, to just slip back into the shadows.
“You didn’t wait.” A deep voice broke your brooding.
“Huh?” You ask, looking over to see Bucky and Steve in the hallway next to you. They must’ve returned from lunch late too. You hated that a small part of you felt happy that Bucky was talking to you. You hated that you actually enjoyed his attention.
“At the party. You didn’t wait.” Bucky explains, crossing his arms over his chest. You have to hold back a gulp at the sight of the metal bulging against his shirt. You don’t even reply, instead sucking in a breath and shrugging your shoulders at the two of them. You didn’t know if you could trust yourself to speak in this state. The party, Starks office… god it had done a number on your brain. You were surprised they weren’t repulsed by you because you had embarrassingly shutdown and ran out of that office this morning. Though, something in your stomach told you they didn’t blame you. Steve had stepped in to defend you when Stark had accused you of provoking John. Steve looks between you and Bucky before speaking up. There was a soft guilt in his eyes when he caught your gaze. Your throat felt dry. 
“Look. We’re sorry about what happened.” Steve offers. Swallowing thickly, you arch an eyebrow. Maybe you had mistaken their pity for kindness. 
“Why are you apologizing? It’s not like you were the one that-” You start with a confused tone but Bucky cuts you off. 
“We sent him over.”
Silence washes over the hallway as you feel shock roll over your body. Steve looks over at Bucky with an irritated expression, like Bucky wasn’t supposed to say that. John hadn’t approached you because he was idiotic and drunk, but because he had been asked to? You had spent the whole weekend stewing over that, why you, why had he chosen you? You had fallen back into that pit of blaming yourself all weekend, anxiety eating away at your core. You had blamed yourself for Loki’s beating, for winning the Annual Showing. It was like those years ago where everything was your fault no matter how hard you tried. Both Bucky and Steve wear guilty expressions as you speak up.
“You sent John over. To do that?” You keep your voice steady, but once again you can feel yourself spiraling. You didn’t know if you were more upset with them or yourself. You had let yourself become consumed by guilt, let yourself slip back into that state of mind where you were always at fault. Maybe if you had been stronger, less damaged, less you… maybe then you wouldn’t be feeling like this. He had told you time again how weak and pathetic you were. You had thought you were doing better, and all it had taken was one nudge and you fell back into that mindset. 
“Listen. Just a few of us thought it would be funny to rile up John and send him your way. Like scare you or whatever… we didn’t think he would do that.” Steve gestures at your bruised neck. You don’t know if you’re there listening or floating outside of your body. They couldn’t have known, wouldn’t have… but it still didn’t make it any better. They had meant to humiliate you, they had wanted to tear you down. You realize you’ve been staring at the wall in silence for a long moment. You were sick of feeling sorry for yourself, sick of crying and hiding. You were sick of the nightmares, the spiral this weekend had sent you on. You were sick of being weak because of your past. Your eyes meet Bucky’s, his brows furrowed as he recognised the anger crossing your face.
“You…What the fuck is wrong with you?” You snap. You can’t believe that earlier you had felt bad that they had been dragged to Stark’s office. You can’t believe you felt guilty that you had made them split up that fight. They had started this, they had caused these problems and feelings. The anxiety in your stomach slowly began to boil into rage as you took in the two of them, looking down guiltily like some dogs who had been caught doing something they weren’t supposed to. They had hurt you, someone they had never bothered to get to know, and expected you to forgive them because they felt bad?
“Look,” Steve says with a sigh, running a hand through his hair.  “We just thought it would be a harmless prank, to scare you a bit. We didn’t mean anything by it-”
“What the fuck did I do to you? Why do I deserve to be screamed at and embarrassed for your entertainment?” You spit. Everything dawned on you at that moment. That’s why none of them had lifted a finger to help you at first. They had wanted it to happen, they had wanted you to be scared. They had wanted to scare you, to laugh at you. They had wanted you to feel small and weak, beneath them. 
“After he grabbed your throat we stepped in, we didn’t think he was going to do that.”
“What about with Loki? Were you just going to sit back and watch him get beat to death?” Both of them looked surprised at that comment, almost like they had completely forgotten you weren’t the only victim, or the only one who needed an apology. 
“To be fair, Loki is an asshole-”
“Fuck you.” You seeth, moving to open the door to the classroom when Steve blocks your way. You flinch back, not wanting to be so close to him. Any feelings of butterflies or school girl crushes had left your body, replaced with a burning fire of resentment and fear. You hated that even in your outrage you were still afraid, still scared of what Steve and Bucky could be capable of if they returned your fury. 
“We were drunk and angry. We’re sorry. It was fucked up of us. We were just caught up on how you guys cheated and not how dangerous it could be. We just thought… I don’t know. Scott didn’t tell us about-”
“Steve,” Bucky speaks up, voice low with a tone of warning. He had taken a step away from you, as if he had noticed the way you flinched away. 
“Wow,” You say with a bitter laugh. You can feel your composure beginning to break, wringing your fingers together. Of course, of course they believe you cheated. “You’re really so stuck in that privileged rich boy persona, aren’t you? That just because I’m on scholarship means I must’ve fucked someone not because I have talent-”
“What?” Steve and Bucky say in unison, you take a step back, confused. 
“That’s what John said. Said that I must’ve slept with someone-” You begin to explain.
“What? No! We didn’t say you cheated like that - jesus.” Steve said, with a look of horror. He looks over to Bucky, who was running his human hand over his face, his metal one clenched into a fist.
“John said that to you? What a fucking psycho-” Bucky mutters under his breath. You can only give the two of them another confused look. 
“Wait - what did you think happened then? Why are you going around saying we cheated?” You ask. The two of them just look at each other, Bucky shakes his head as if warning Steve to shut up. 
“We were saying that you must’ve cheated because you can’t sing! It had to be a recording of Sharon that was altered to hit the notes she can’t.” Steve says. You feel yourself laughing bitterly before you can process it. All these cruel words and violence, because someone started a rumor that you couldn’t sing? You have to calm yourself before you can speak, Steve is looking at you like you’ve gone mad, while Bucky looks like he’s ready to give up and walk away.
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
“I mean… Come on darling. You’re a pianist, you got into this college for piano. You’ve never sung here before - you just expected us to just believe you? Sharon’s a trained singer and even she can’t hit those notes.” 
You ignore the clench in your gut at the word darling. Fucking blond bastard making you feel things other than anger. You can feel another laugh bubbling in your chest. All you can do is shake your head in disbelief. If they had just asked you - had ever bothered to try and interact with you, they would’ve known you could sing. Your entire class knew you were originally a singer, they had heard you sing before. You had never used your voice for assignments because you were a pianist and you didn’t want to step on Sharon’s toes. 
“So you… still think we cheated? You do realize I am about to sing right now? For this stupid performance thing? Which is entirely your fault by the way - if you had just asked, you’d know that I am, well, I used to be a singer?” You say. Bucky laughs - he actually laughs at this interaction. Steve has a mortified expression. 
“I believed you. And Scott did too. Those idiots are just sore losers,” Bucky chuckles as Steve rubs his face with an annoyed expression. All you can do is just roll your eyes. 
“I don’t care if you believed me or not. You’re both assholes.” you say, stepping towards the door. Bucky pulls Steve away so you can reach for the handle without having to touch him. You can see Steve opening his mouth to say something but you cut in before he can. 
“And for the record, I don’t forgive you.”
*
Throughout every performance you were boiling with rage. You had hoped that by the time it was your group's turn to take the stage, that you would’ve calmed down. One look at Natasha’s sneering face had sent you back into seeing only red. All afternoon you had heard them snickering about how you were going to make a fool of yourself, that Group B would expose themselves for cheating (in front of not only Group A - but an entire livestreamed audience). 
While setting up the microphone next to the piano, Peter sends you a look of concern. 
“You gonna okay hitting some of these notes? Not that I doubt your ability - just that you did nearly get choked to death a couple days ago.” He says, adjusting the height of the microphone stand so the microphone sits at mouth level. You muster a comforting smile despite the anger coursing through your veins. 
“It’ll be fine. I got this.” You say quietly, taking your seat in front of the piano. Peter just nods and retreats to the drum set, Yelena and Kate fumbling around with the violin and cello. Your back was mainly turned away from the camera. If you looked in the corner of your eye, you could see the couches where most of Group A were seated. You were kind of grateful for that - you wanted to see their gobsmacked expressions when you hit every note. Sharon was practically bouncing where she stood. Before her solo, you had managed to explain your heated conversation with Steve and Bucky in the hallway. You were thankful that she was as excited as you were to show Group A what fools they were. The song you were performing was a jazz cover, thankfully due to your past singing opera you could quite easily slip into most styles of singing with some practice. Luckily, you had plenty of practice thanks to Sharon. When the jazz assignments were due, you had spent many hours helping Sharon with her notes, or stepping in as singer for the rest of the class if Sharon was busy.
You only had to wait a few more moments before the others motioned that they were ready. You ignored the grins dripping with malice coming from Group A, the snorts and laughs. You put your attention on the black and white keys in front of you. With a sharp exhale, you press your fingers into the keys, starting the song. You always played better when you were angry, or when you were playing for revenge. As you moved, fingers gracefully navigating the keys you could feel the rage pouring out of you into the music. Peter fell in on the drums, and then so did the violin and cello. You had to suppress a smile as it was your cue to start singing. 
The start of the song was slow, basic notes to hit that weren’t too hard. You could hear Natasha scoff and turn to Wanda. 
“Anyone could hit those notes, so what, she can sing the basics? Doesn’t prove anything.” 
You had to zone out Wanda’s reply, instead focusing all your energy into keeping your voice and fingers steady. The one thing you could always guarantee was that when you were in this state of mind, you played like a fucking god. You could see Bucky and Scott grinning as you rocked in time with the music, body moving along each time you pressed the piano’s pedals. 
By the time the first higher note came, you were completely absorbed by the music. You barely even noticed how Natasha’s smile began to drop, the way Sam slapped Steve’s back with a laugh. Your focus was entirely on that note, controlling your breath to sing it out perfectly as your fingers worked along the keys. 
Sharon was grinning from ear to ear, Kate just gaping at you, completely ignoring the sheet music as she pulled her violins bow back and forth. The song slowed again for a brief moment, before Peter came back in with the drums. The finale was why he had been worried about your injured throat, this is where you would show Group A how well you could hit those harder notes. You could’ve hit them even better if you were standing, but your loyalties would always lie with your piano.
Steve looked like he wanted to jump into a hole in the floor, as the realisation dawned on him that not only could you sing (and well) but he had entirely fucked up by questioning you. You could imagine he was holding onto the hope that you had been bluffing, that he wouldn’t have to feel as guilty about what had happened at the party. Natasha was scowling, punching Clint as he twirled in time with the music as you hit note after note. Bucky was just smirking, leaning back in his chair as he watched your fingers work tirelessly. That feeling was back in your gut, that flutter. For how much of an asshole Bucky and Steve had been, why did the idea of impressing them motivate you? 
“Dude! I told you she was trained in singing opera!” You heard Scott boast as you hit one of the longer notes, controlling your breath perfectly until the end. The song finally faded out along with your last note. The room erupted into cheers and clapping, with the exception being a sour-faced Natasha. All you could manage was a smile as you resisted the strong urge to catch Bucky or Steve’s eyes with your own. 
*
After Sharon had spent a good ten minutes gushing about how you had killed it with the vocals, life had moved on. A few of Group A sent you sheepish smiles - a peace offering. You had tried to ignore it, claiming yourself a couch in the back to watch the last of the performances. 
Scott had come over at one point, planting a sloppy kiss to your hairline while you squealed in protest. Natasha had sent you a dirty look for that, telling the two of you to shut up. Scott ignored her, flopping over the couch, nearly landing on your legs as you slapped his shoulder. 
“I have a present for you…” He said in a quiet sign-song voice, grabbing your legs by the knees and placing them over his lap. You rolled your eyes, grinning, so much for brooding in peace.
“Oh yeah?” You said with a quiet giggle, relaxing further into the couch. You and Scott had been friends awhile, smoking buddies. Much like with Loki, you were rather relaxed with touching or cuddling. The two of you had too many deep conversations while high to shy away from each other, if anything Scott probably knew about as much as your therapist. You had told him all about your mother, how her death had changed things… him and everything that had happened. He had returned the favor, telling you private things about his own life that not many others had the pleasure of knowing. 
Scott leaned in close to your ear, whispering for you to reach into his pocket. Inside was a baggie, a pre-rolled blunt inside. You gasp, slapping him on the shoulder. 
“Oh my god Scott, don’t show that on stream or Stark will be pissed!” You hiss, shoving the baggie back in. Scott just wheezed a laugh in response, letting you shove him back to his side of the couch. As you stuck your tongue out at him, you couldn’t help but notice the way Steve and Bucky were watching the two of you. Both of them looked on edge, jaws and arms tensed. Were they… jealous?
“Look at this,” Scott laughed from beside you, shoving his phone into your face. Your eyes turned away from the two brooding men as you bit back a laugh and rolled your eyes. 
“Are you laughing at memes… about you?” You ask, handing him the phone back. Scott was rather infamous for having a small subreddit dedicated to making memes about him. He checked and interacted with it religiously. That would be if you could consider anything about Scott religious. 
“Hey! Just because you don’t have any fans!” Scott protested, waving his phone about. You could practically feel Natasha’s scowl on the two of you from across the room. Maybe you’d have to put getting your teeth punched out of your head back on your list of worries.
“Yours just make fun of you!” You protest, gently kicking his thigh with your foot. He just grins at you. Leaning back, he looks up at the ceiling dreamily. 
“I know! It’s great!” He laughs, bouncing his knee underneath where your legs are thrown over his lap.  
You snort and roll your eyes, unlocking your own phone. You try to keep still as Scott jolts the entire couch with his bouncing. The last performance had ended, Sam and Clint working on turning off the livestream as the room suddenly moved into groups. You knew during the performances that people had started calling dibs, you hadn’t really cared to interact or include yourself in anything. You guessed you would end up with Scott, Sharon, Peter and maybe MJ. If anything you were leaving it up to fate, hoping you’d end up with either a group that was interesting or with people you liked. 
“Scott!” Sharon’s voice rang out, motioning the man over. Sliding his phone into his pocket, he pulls himself up from the couch. You let out another squeal as he goes in for a kiss on the cheek, pushing your foot into his stomach to send him away. Natasha was going to fucking kill you.
“Bye Scotty,” You say in a sing-song voice, mocking his voice from earlier. He just shakes his head at you, running his hand through his hair as he looks between you and where Sharon is waiting.
“Are you free after this? This baby won’t smoke itself,” He asks, patting his pocket. You grin up at him, snuggling yourself deeper into the couch now that you have it all to yourself. 
“Oh, are we sharing now? I thought it was a present for me.” You say, fidgeting with the neckline of your sweater. 
“Scott!” Sharon shouts from somewhere across the room. Scott cringes, before leaning over and shaking his finger in your face. 
“We’ll finish this conversation later,” Scott says, before reluctantly crossing the room towards Sharon. She scolds him, before giving in as he wraps her into a hug. You bite your tongue to hold back your laugh, flicking your attention down to your phone as you lounge on the couch. Your peace is short lived, though. 
“Siren.” your eyes shoot up from your phone with a scowl, above you stands Bucky, a smirk across his lips. You subconsciously squeeze your thighs together, drinking in his expression. You’re still pissed at him - and Steve - but you can’t help but enjoy the attention from the brunette. 
“Why do you keep calling me that?” You ask, pulling your feet off the couch as Sam crashes onto the other side with a huff. You flinch a bit at that, having not expected to be sitting so closely to a wall of muscle. Their frat house was obsessed with the gym (all except Scott) so they were all ridiculously muscled. You see Bucky’s smirk falter a bit at your flinch, eyes darting over to Sam who seemingly got the message and scoots further over. 
“Barnes has a thing for beautiful women who can sing and also eat a man whole,” Sam says. You fein disgust at that comment, shoving yourself deeper into the corner of the couch to get some distance between you and Sam. That feeling is in your gut again - no, it was lower - what had Bucky said about you to Sam to warrant you being called beautiful? 
“Shut it Wilson,” Bucky growls, to which Sam puts his hands up in fake-surrender with a laugh. “You’re in our group, Siren.”
You pause for a second, noticing how Steve approaches as well. Bucky a drummer, Sam a bassist, Steve a guitarist… and you? Your eyes snap up to Bucky’s. You had to silently remind yourself that you were supposed to be mad at them, that they had fucked up. It was hard when Bucky’s expression softened as he watched you. 
“What?” You ask, pinching your thigh through your jeans. You had to focus, stop falling into dreamy ideas at just a look from either Bucky or Steve. 
“We called dibs. And I mean, you didn’t really involve yourself in the conversation… you were too busy cuddling Scott.” You swear you can hear a bitterness in Bucky’s tone at the mention of Scott. You snort, crossing your arms over your chest. Steve is watching you carefully, wetting his lips. You try to ignore it, instead digging your nails into your arm through your sweater. 
“I’m a pianist. A classical pianist, and you’re what? Wannabe rockstars? How is that going to work?” You point out with a small laugh. Bucky tilts his head at you, standing above you like that he looks so…
“You’re also a singer? As much as Stevie here hates to be wrong-” Steve groans at that as Bucky claps him on the back, “Opera at that, you can sing pretty much anything with a bit of guidance.” 
You chew on your lip at that, uncrossing your arms to rest your palms on your thighs, glancing between the three men. Of course they would want to be paired with you, not like they had already tormented you enough? You could imagine it was out of guilt, somehow convincing themselves that if you got good grades for this assignment it would be payment for all they had done. In any other situation they wouldn’t have been interested in you, probably wouldn’t have even known you existed
“What if I say no?” You ask. You could easily argue that you were too traumatized from the incident to do this assignment. You would get away easily, the boys? Well they would be fucked, scrambling to find someone from Group B to put up with their shit. 
“Then deal with Stark. I don’t care. Listen, we know this is our fault. We’ll keep apologizing and somehow make it up to you. Just be our vocals for this assignment?” Bucky says, a slight begging tone to his voice. You roll your teeth over your bottom lip. You don’t know what would be better - to completely fuck them over, or go along with it and watch them beg for your forgiveness. 
“Why not Natasha? Or Sharon?” You ask, motioning in their general direction. Steve watches your movements like a hawk while Sam groans for you to stop being so tedious.
“I mean, they’re both great singers but not for what we want. They’re like… pop, indie shit. We want something a bit more edgy.” Bucky explains, you arch an eyebrow. 
“Because an ex-opera is edgy?” You say sarcastically, you can practically feel the vibrations of Steve’s groan in your chest. That makes you smile.
“Y/L/N.” Bucky warns, you just beam up at him. 
“Barnes.”
The two of you stare at each other for a long moment, you can feel Sam uncomfortably squirming beside you, like he can sense the tension. 
“Just say yes, please?” Steve speaks up finally, surprising you. You glance over at him, looking him up and down. Your eyes pause for a moment on his biceps, then on his face as he assesses you with a pleading look. You figured you’d probably tortured him enough - the entire day he had seemingly gone through all the stages of grief. 
“Fine. But you owe me.” You reply with a sigh, finally giving in. 
“Thank you,” Bucky says with a gentle smile. You roll your eyes at him, they still owed you big fucking time. 
“Too easy. I should’ve made you beg on your knees for it,” You mutter, voicing your annoyance,  with a shake of your head. Bucky and Steve exchange a look you can’t quite see, but you can sense the invisible tension. 
“Nah, they would’ve been way too into it,” Sam says from beside you with a chuckle. Your eyes snap to him. Steve responds by hitting Sam’s shoulder, Sam yelping in response. You watch cautiously, waiting to see if Sam settles back into the couch or tries to fight back. To your relief, he leans back. Bucky eyes your caution with his own cautious stare before speaking up. 
“Tonight then?” He asks, you shake your head. 
“I can’t. Loki’s being discharged so I gotta deal with that. Tomorrow?” You purposely ignore the face Steve makes at the mention of Loki. You would really have to ask Loki what the fuck that was about. Maybe when he wasn’t delirious on pain medication. 
“Sure. Tomorrow, 6pm?”
“That works, better to do it at yours. I think Thor might castrate you if you came near the apartment.” You say, Bucky chuckles weakly. You can’t tell if it’s to humor you, or that he genuinely didn’t believe Thor could best him. God, you were surrounded by far too many hot muscled men.  
“Sounds like a plan.” You chirp, snatching up your bag as you stand from the couch. Bucky and Steve both stand clear out of your way as you depart without a goodbye. 
Chapter 4
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Combining Fics and Changing Some Things
Hi angels, a few months ago I made a post about combining some fics I had received. Since then I’ve received a lot more for threesomes with Bucky x Steve x reader. I’ve been seeing if I could combine any similar ideas again but in doing so an idea came to me that changed some of the things I mentioned in that post.
I have decided to still combine those two fics for Bucky catching Steve x Y/n, except I’m changing it to Y/n is Steve’s sister as out of the 8 fic requests I’ve received for Steve, 3 are for Stevexdaughter and I felt a Steve sis was needed in the mix. It will still be Bucky x Steve dating each other, just the change in relation with Y/n will be different.
For the sex pollen Bucky Steve reader request, I’ve been playing around with the idea of doing a part 2 to ‘The Best Christmas Presents Always Involve Cum, Nudity and Cuckolding’ using that request. I’ve had a lot of requests for a part 2 and the sex pollen requests fits well for a second part in my mind. So I would need to change some details of the request. I’m hoping whoever wrote this request will be okay with these changes. I plan to do Bucky sister but the reader is dating/married to Steve instead of Steve x Bucky dating, so that it could flow with the first part of Best Christmas Presents. I plan to have Bucky and Steve dating in the Bucky catching Steve fic instead, so it will be in a fic just not the sex pollen fic. So Steve will be watching Y/n fuck her brother under sex pollen and let him get all his cuckolding kinks out through that and give Y/n the chance to be full of her brothers cum.
I hope this made sense and everyone’s okay with these changes. It will still be full of smut and delicious sin I promise!
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