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Dark! Best Friends! Stucky x Reader
You’ve been especially gloomy as of late and your friends hate that you won’t tell them why.
CW: Dub-con/Non-con, Smut, Self-loathing, Self deprecation, Depression, very negative self talk and thoughts. If those things bug you, do not read.
Words: 6k
A/N: @chemtrails-club ’s dark stucky + snowball fight + secrets request for my sleepover. It accidentally got long and quite bleak, sorry.
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Small and insignificant. 
It’s how you feel as you drink in the words, as those words sink right to your heart.
I’m sorry. I think you’re great but I just think it’s not gonna work out.
Tears flow beneath your hand and drench your pillow. You sniffle and curl under the blankets, letting the softness of the sheets swallow your woes.
Your cellphone slips from between your fingers. Earlier this year, you’d have tossed it at a wall in your wrath. But now, you’re too defeated to care. What is the point? Why break things when you’re already broken enough inside? Too broken to date. Too broken to be loved.
Maybe even…too broken to exist.
You grab your pillow and squeeze it against your chest. The cotton is damp with your tears. Phantom pains stab at your chest as you bask in despair. 
You know how pathetic it is. Every relationship ends the same, withering before it can blossom. 
Today’s just the last straw, the final nail in the coffin of your flimsy hopes. 
The hours drift away in a sea of gloom. 
The night is restless. 
Between your sobs and tears, you barely sleep a wink. You awake with puffy eyes, your lids heavy and sticky from wailing all night long. The morning light assails your eyes and you groan. 
You rise, dull and hollow, absently meandering through your apartment. 
The coffee machine is started and you shuffle through the various cabinets mindlessly. The shallow pit in your stomach is of little significance but you just want to keep busy.
You go through the motions, both deeply in your head yet so far outside it. The snowflakes swirling outside the windows draw your focus. You admire the white blanket cloaking the city, shivering, loneliness carving a blistering weight inside you more than ever before. 
The sizzling sensation of hot coffee pouring over your hand jerks you back to reality.
"Shit," you hiss, searching for a rag to wipe the mess. You turn on the faucet at full pressure, letting cold water pelt your burnt hand. 
Stupid. Always distracted, always in your head. Lost in stupid dreams as the world flies you by, everyone moving on, leading rich lives while yours stagnates.
Fresh tears flood your sight. You bury your face in your palms. Is it what you deserve? You’re not that great after all. Not that pretty. Not that smart. Tragically banal in every way.
No wonder you never rose the ranks in S.H.I.E.L.D., chained to your desk, condemned to pore over tedious reports instead of being on the field. 
No wonder your dating life is a string of failures. 
The buzzing of your phone startles you. 
You gulp in an ample breath, eyes fluttering shut. You wipe the tears and rub your eyes. Several steadying seconds later, you pick up.
"Hey, dove, we haven’t seen you in weeks." The concern in Steve Rogers’ gravelly voice resonates through the phone. "Bucky and I are worried." 
A long sigh leaves you, your fingers skimming the handle of your half-empty coffee cup. 
You didn’t expect him to call. You didn’t expect anyone to, really. 
You’ve kept your temporary leave from work quiet. No one knows how bad things are, how far and deep you’ve spiraled. If anyone even cares. 
Besides, this is Steve Rogers. 
He must have better, more important things to do than calling you. 
You never understood your friendship with Bucky and Steve. It’s been unlikely, defying logic.
They are heroes and you’re a mere analyst at S.H.I.E.L.D. 
It’s in fact how you met them.
You helped them on a few missions, providing intel and putting together reports they needed. In truth, you simply did your job. 
Still, they were very appreciative, always praising you more than anyone else ever did. Your work usually goes completely unnoticed so their gratitude and kindness were more than welcome. 
After that, they’d show up more and more often, even outside of missions. Out of the blue, they’d chat you up, even at your desk or in the break room when they had no reason to. 
They were everywhere. 
So, while you have a hard time letting anyone in, you let them in. They even helped you train for the field agent exam as they knew how much you wanted to pass.
…and they consoled you when you failed. 
They’ve been here since, cheering you up whenever yet another disappointment inevitably worms its way into your life.
"I’m sorry. I haven’t been feeling well," you confess. 
"What’s wrong?" Steve asks. 
Your lips tighten. The end of the year should be a joyful time. You don’t want to spoil Bucky and Steve’s holidays with your pitiful issues.
"I’d rather not talk about it."
"Sometimes talking about things helps," he insists.
"Not with this."
Silence stretches between you two, lasting a while before Steve speaks again.
"We’re here for you, you know," he assures, sincerity oozing from his smooth timbre. 
"I…thank you, Steve. I appreciate it."
"How about you spend time with us this afternoon?"
His enthusiastic inflection makes you frown. You can pretend on the phone. It’s easy. You type or say the right thing, toss on a guise of contentment. But in person, with Steve and Bucky staring at you in that unnerving, all-seeing way they do…you’re not sure how long you can keep up any sort of charade.
"I don’t know if I can."
"I think you should," he utters sternly. His inflection drops, a light threat lurking into his bass. "Unless…you want us to come over here and drag you out ourselves."
You unleash a weary exhale. You know Steve well enough to know it’s no jest. Maybe it’s the hero in him. 
He can’t watch you drown without wanting to try and save you, pluck you from the waves swallowing you in their unruly tides and carry you back to safe shores. 
How very Steve Rogers of him.
Your lips purse in acceptance.
"I’ll be there in an hour," you grumble, shoulders sagging. "Just tell me where to meet you guys."
You can hear his triumphant grin from your end of the line.
"Attagirl."
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The park is near empty. Brittle tree branches slump to the ground, heavy with snow, dead leaves scattered at their feet. Everywhere your gaze rests, it finds a pristine white blanket over the grass, glittering under the morning sun. The rays spill through the cover of the trees, softly caressing your skin. Crunchy steps lead you forth as you admire your surroundings. You spot children playing nearby, building snowmen and laughing. You envy their innocence, their effortless joy.
The cool fresh air and dazzling setting do little to lift your dour spirits. 
Bucky and Steve wave at you from near the frozen fountain at the center of the park. 
Hands shoved in the pockets of your winter coat, you nod at them as the ghost of a smile spreads on your lips. 
"Hey, beautiful. You look good," Bucky greets warmly. His bright smile peeks through the wintry clouds his breath creates.
His combat boots leave footsteps in the snow as he approaches you. 
"No need to lie for my sake, Barnes," you quip. You did your best to conceal the evidence of hours of crying, but their eyes are sharp, often noticing more than you’d like. It's why you dreaded coming in the first place.
Bucky slants his head, worry etched in his stormy orbs. His brows furrow.
"Well…" He hesitates before surmising, "You look like you haven’t slept much." You fidget beneath his stare. "Something wrong?"
Your mouth clamps shut. 
Words bump inside your head, sentences building and breaking. Nothing seems right to say. Too little or too much. Besides, as you ponder your answer, tears are already prodding the back of your eyes. You’re on the cusp of weeping again, the last thing you wish for, especially in front of them.
Before the tears can spill, your face is slammed by an icy ball.
You gasp in astonishment, rubbing your frostbitten cheek as your gaze connects with Steve’s mischievous glare. 
"Hey! What the hell, Steve?" you shriek.
He’s hunched over in the snowy grass, already forming another snowball. A grin tilts his plump mouth as he shrugs.
"You said you didn’t want to talk," he defends. 
Jaw hanging slack, you peer between him and Bucky. The same playfulness adorns their handsome faces. 
You huff and shake your head. "Unbelievable," you scoff. You crouch down and start digging into the snow, shaping a ball of your own.
"I’m gonna get you both," you say, tossing a snowball at Steve with all your strength. He laughs when it hits his chest. Your lips curl in victory but there’s no time to revel in it, a sudden assault on your back making you stagger forward. You turn to Bucky. His cheeky smile rivals Steve’s.
You’re quick to gather more snow to ready your next attack. 
Laughter swells in the park as more snowballs are tossed around, most of yours being easily dodged by the supersoldiers. 
But it doesn’t matter.
Because for a few hours, the dusky clouds clear away, allowing sunlight to shine upon you. And sadness yields to carefree, childish fun.
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"You shouldn’t be alone right now."
A wrinkle settles on your brow as you shift in the backseat, your attention drawing away from the snowfall on the other side of the window.
"I appreciate the concern, Steve, but I’m okay," you mumble, smiling weakly. You suppress a sigh. As soon as the snowball fight ended, the pangs returned, the ever-present heaviness in your chest making itself known. It’s not just the wretched state of your romantic life.
It’s life itself. It’s agony. 
You trundle through it, hopeless. Hollow. Aimless. With each day, you wilt a bit more, less and less attached to being here than the one before it. 
"You know you have us right? Whatever you need," Steve avows. 
His earnest blue eyes cross yours in the rearview mirror. You look down at your lap, fiddling with your fingers. 
You acquiesce. "Sure."
Bucky reaches out to you from the passenger seat. You stare at his large hand draping over yours. "We mean it, beautiful," he says, his fingers curling around yours.
An exhale quakes out of your lips, words hovering on your tongue. You nod again. Bucky’s hand only parts from yours when your apartment building comes into sight. 
You’re thankful when they drop you off. Their concern is almost stifling. 
Steve opens the door for you and you consciously try to muster your most genuine smile for them. 
You climb up the front steps and wave goodbye.
"Happy holidays, guys. Thanks for today…really."
As you fumble with your keys and rush into the building, their tireless focus drills into your spine. You ignore it as best you can. 
No one should have to bear with you at the moment. 
They’re better off enjoying their holidays far away from you. Still, you are grateful for the brief respite. 
It was nice to not think for some time. To forget. To just be.
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The following days are spent in silence, both reflective and hellish. 
Most of the time, you’re in bed, unmotivated to do much else. You know it’s not right, or healthy. You should keep busy. You should find something to do.
Fleeting attempts to read or knit fizzle out, your mind too foggy to focus on one simple task. Words blur into nonsense on the page. The scarf you try to make ends up a heap of formless wool. 
Your phone is as silent as you are, not a single relative seeming to recall your existence. 
As you lie in bed, you come to a decision. Your finger’s decisive as the dating app is deleted without a second thought. 
What good has that done you? You’re either left on read or they come up with some lame excuse. 
You’re tired. 
You just want to sleep the days away until you have to return to work. Part of you misses the mindless, tedious tasks. At least they kept the somber thoughts at bay. 
Your gloomy quiet is shattered by the distinct ringing of your front door. You unfurl from your sheets with no enthusiasm, dragging your blanket across the floor as you lumber to the entrance.
Your brows knit when you catch a glimpse of familiar gray orbs through the peephole. Temptation to pretend you’re not here sizzles your insides. Your hand rests on the door. Maybe if you wait long enough, he will go away.
Your plan crumbles quickly.
"I know you’re in here, beautiful. I can hear you breathing."
Bucky’s sudden voice sends your pulse in a wild race. Heaving out a deep sigh, you undo each lock and open the door. 
"Bucky," you greet flatly.
A subtle crease mars his forehead as he peers at your blanketed frame. Still, a lopsided smile curves his pink lips. 
"Hey, beautiful."
"I’m not in the mood for guests," you blurt out, trying to close the door.
He nudges it open with ease, stepping inside at the same time.
False hurt drapes over his features. Bucky’s metal hand spreads over his chest.
"Ouch. Didn’t know you could be this mean, beautiful. I’m hurt."
Biting your lip, you catch yourself. You weren’t truly thinking. The words just poured out.
"Sorry. How are you?" you tonelessly inquire. You move to the counter, starting the coffee machine. "Do you want some coffee?"
He shakes his head and leans against the kitchen island. You pivot, giving him your full attention. 
His fingers drum by the stack of due bills you let pile up this month. He gets nearer, his lids dropping as his gaze falls on you. "I’m okay. I came to bring you somewhere special," he reveals, his hands finding your shoulders. Even through the thickness of the blanket, the warmth of his flesh hand seeps through.
You frown in confusion. 
"A special place…what do you mean?"
His knuckles sweep over your cheek, his smile broadening. 
"It’s a surprise."
Frustration scrunches your features. 
"I hate secrets, Bucky. Just tell me."
He doesn’t budge, tugging at your blanket until it topples to the floor. You shudder at the abrupt rush of cool air on your skin.
"You’ll see when you get there."
He twines his fingers with yours and begins to drag you towards the front door. Once there, he hunkers down before you and pulls at your slippers, swapping them for the boots by the umbrella stand. 
You resist as he collects your coat from the rack and attempts to put it on you. 
"I’d rather stay here then," you protest, folding your arms over your chest defensively.
Bucky’s tone gets deeper and harsher, his voice teetering on a growl.
"No. There’s been enough of that," he rumbles, jostling your arms open to wrap the coat around you.
"Bucky…"
His gaze softens as he grips your chin, angling your head towards his face. "Come on. Humor me, just once."
You inhale a wide breath, your chin trembling as you get lost in Bucky’s determined orbs. 
It’s not like you have anywhere to be. What’s the harm anyway?
"Okay," you concede.
Bucky sighs in relief and frees your face. You allow him to take your hand and pull you outside. Completely dazed, you watch him lock up your apartment and shove the keys in his pocket. 
He tucks you against his side while escorting you outside. 
Freezy winds brush over your face as you blow out a foggy breath.
You’re unsurprised to find Steve’s car in the front and, of course, Steve himself with his hands on the steering wheel as Bucky urges you to the back of the car then sits in the passenger seat. 
"Hey, dove."
"Steve."
You plop into the backseat and cross your arms over your chest. It might be childish but you just want this over with. 
Whatever this surprise is, it won’t change anything, fix anything. 
Truth is there’ll always be a thread of loneliness running through your being. 
But, as Bucky requested, you’ll humor them. For a little while at least.
Steve turns, his gaze raking over you.
"Seatbelt," he says, authority dripping from his tone.
"Yes sir," you snicker, clicking your seatbelt into place.
"Let’s play some music," Steve suggests. "Do you have a preference, dove?"
Your shoulders rise and slump dismissively.
"Anything’s fine. Just…something upbeat I guess," you mutter, sagging backwards.
Your attention veers outside the window as Steve’s car roars awake. As your mind drifts away, buildings pass you by, a rapid blur through your bleary vision.
Ella Fitzgerald’s celestial vocals fill the car as your gaze rises to the same blue skies she croons about. 
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The frosty, fresh scent of pines invigorates your senses as you step out of the car. 
You soak in the sight of the snow-dusted trees around the house, noting every picturesque detail. 
Like the bright blue sky above, bereft of skyscrapers grazing its expanse. Birdsong is the only sound shattering the silence amidst the secluded area. 
You have no words. 
You can only stare at your surroundings with a dumbfounded expression.
His hand splayed over the small of your back, Bucky walks you towards the gigantic house that sits in the middle of the idyllic setting. 
Bewildered, you let him. It isn’t what you expected at all. This is so far beyond whatever you could have imagined. 
Maybe if you pinch yourself hard enough, you’ll wake up. Maybe it’s all a dream. 
"What’s that place?" you ask Steve. 
A gentle smile tugs his lips. 
"Every year, Bucky and I rent this townhouse to get away from the city’s commotion and enjoy the holidays in peace." Pride glints in his blue orbs. "We’re in the process of acquiring it actually. It’s a perfect place to start a family, don’t you think?"
Silence drags out for an extended stretch of time before you realize he’s awaiting your answer. They both are, you come to understand, noting the odd sparkle in their gaze. 
"Sure," you admit. "It’s gorgeous."
Steve’s large hand glides over the back of your neck, a sudden gesture that surprises you. "I’m really glad you like it, dove," he whispers.
The closer you get to the front of the massive place, the more your chest swells. Before you can put a stop to it, unshed tears spring beneath your lashes. 
Bucky immediately cups your face, that same concerned frown from before creasing his forehead. 
"What's wrong, beautiful?" he inquires gently. 
"I…"
Your sentence trails off, a lone tear trailing down your cheek. He wipes it as you draw a trembling breath. 
As you remain quiet, his metal hand wanders the slope of your neck, squeezing just a little.
"Come on. No more keeping it all to yourself. Tell us."
Your lip shudders. "It’s nice but I-I don’t want to intrude. I’d rather not be a burden…"
Bucky’s thumbs caress your cool cheeks as his scowl accentuates.
"Hey, you’re not a burden," he assures. "You’re not intruding. We want you here, okay?"
You give a frail nod. 
Steve seizes your hand, rubbing the inside of your palm. "We really do," he asserts. He pulls you along as you swallow a sob. "Come on, let me show you your room."
You let Steve steer you inside, Bucky following closely behind.
The inside of the house is even more vertiginous. High glass windows allow the sunlight to freely spill inside.
The warm tones and simple design radiate coziness. 
It’s a proper home. 
The colors even remind you of your own apartment. Though the palatial space makes your head spin a little.
You’re still lingering in a daze as you end up in a tastefully decorated room with a bed twice the size of yours in it. 
No objection spills from your lips as Steve removes your coat and Bucky does the same with your boots, leaving you in just your PJs and socks. 
Your gaze wanders over the pretty furniture, your fingers ghosting over the plush duvet. You sit at the edge of the bed, your brows crumpling. You blink and scratch your arm, a realization piercing through the fog.
"I haven’t brought anything with me, Steve," you mumble. The thought of packing never flitted across your mind, Bucky’s astounding appearance in the early morning eclipsing everything else. 
"It’s okay. We thought of everything," Steve informs. "Bathroom’s fully furnished. The closet too."
"All the clothes are your size, don’t worry," Bucky supplies. Your frown deepens. It’s considerate, you suppose, though a strange chill tickles your spine. You shrug it off, crawling over the gigantic bed to lie on your side. 
You’re too spent to give this much thought. The journey here exhausted you.
Bucky tucks you in, lifting the blanket and laying it over you gently. 
Steve bends to drop a chaste kiss on your forehead. Bucky repeats the action on your cheek. 
"We’ll come get you when dinner is ready," Bucky announces. He strokes your cheek, a benevolent expression etched on his features.
Their tracks halt near the room’s exit as you call out to them.
"Guys."
"Yes, dove?"
"Thank you." You squirm between the sheets as they peer at you intensely.
"Of course," Steve says.
You bury yourself deeper in the sheets, spotting the vague familiarity of the patterns on the bedding. 
"It’s funny. This looks like a blanket I have at home."
Steve smiles mysteriously, like he knows something you don’t. 
Bucky flicks a switch and the shutters slowly come down, the light in the room dwindling. "Rest, beautiful. You’ll need your strength."
Their muffled steps peter out until nothing but quiet darkness surrounds you. 
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Soft strokes on your cheek guide you back to consciousness. You stir between the sheets, eyes fluttering open.
You awake to Steve gazing down at you fondly, his hand cupping your cheek.
"You looked so tired so we didn’t want to wake you up," he whispers. "We set some food aside for you."
"That’s nice," you say, sitting upright. You lie your head against the headboard. Air sits heavily in your chest when you inhale. 
Why are you still so exhausted when you just woke up?
Why is everything so dark when it’s still bright outside?
Another tearful tide bubbles in your throat but you quell it through sheer willpower. You sniff and wipe your nose.
You don’t want to cry in front of Steve…again.
You huddle against the pillow, pulling your knees to your chest. 
Steve scowls. 
He grips your ankle and his thumb traces soothing lines into your skin. You feel his warmth through the thin fabric of your pajamas. 
"Did something happen…outside the usual?" Your mouth wobbles. He seizes your chin, tilting it towards him."I know you have good times too. I’d love to see that gorgeous smile again." His deep timbre lowers. "You can always talk to me, you know that, dove, about anything."
You shake your head, your forehead wrinkling. Where to even begin? The boat on the brink of sinking your life and mind perpetually are? The hopelessness? The loneliness? It’s all in disarray and you don’t know.
You don’t know anything anymore. 
Your voice comes out a pathetic croak. "There’s no way you’d understand, Steve."
He cocks his head, his handsome face scrunching in puzzlement. 
"Why?"
You chuckle wryly as a spark of curiosity blooms in Steve’s cerulean eyes. 
"Everyone loves you. Everyone. You’re Captain America. You’re Steve Rogers." A cheerless smile curves your lips. "Steve, you don’t know what it’s like to…" You pause, choking on a sob. Tears swell and, this time, you’re unable to curb their flow. The fragile dam around your feelings implodes. "It’s like everything I say, everything I do…" You shake your head as your chest heaves with stuttered wails. "It’s never right. I’m too much. Or not enough. It’s like I’m wrong. Broken." Your words subside into a shaky whisper. "I don’t want to be special," you confess between tearful gasps. "I just want to be loved, even if it’s just one person. Just one…that’d be enough."
Heavy quietness follows your admission. Guilt blooms within you. Again, you allowed too much to spill and, this time,  dragged someone else down your doleful depths. 
You should have kept your feelings cloistered, safe inside yourself as usual.
Always so fucking stupid.
"I’m sorry," you blurt out apologetically. 
Steve shocks you when he leans over you and kisses away your tears. 
His mouth then travels to your own, stunning you even more. 
Salt and anguish coat the dizzying kiss. Steve hums, holding your chin as his tongue tangles with yours.
You gawk at him as he releases you, his forehead resting on yours. His thumbs press into your wet cheeks. "Don’t be. You’re not broken, dove."
Another voice erupts from across the room.
"And you are loved."
Your eyes snap up to meet Bucky’s.
"I don’t understand," you say, faint confusion fluttering in your tone. 
Bucky snorts.
"You don’t understand? Should we make it more obvious then?" His gaze locks with Steve’s.
As if on cue, the latter pulls your back against his chest. Steve traps you against him, his thick arm snaking around your waist. He tucks you into his lap.
Your cheeks flare as the hardness in his crotch brushes against your ass. 
A chill shoots up your spine as Bucky sinks to his knees before you. 
His large hand skims over the inside of your thighs. Air freezes in your lungs.
He languishes there a while, pressing his digits into your flesh as goosebumps rise under his touch.
Your heart misses a beat as he yanks down your pants, exposing your panties to him.
A gasp hitches through your throat when two of his fingers latch to your core. He rubs your clit through the material. You keen, twitching in Steve’s embrace. 
"Please…" you utter weakly, pants chopping your breath as Bucky’s fingers delve into your cunt. 
The friction sends ripples of delight through your center. 
"This is what you need, dove," Steve rasps, his warm breath ghosting over your shoulder. "To feel how much we love you."
Bucky tugs at your panties, a hint of wickedness dangling at the edge of his smirk. 
He licks his lips. You linger in horrifying wait as the fabric dents your thighs. They rip with a loud tear, Bucky destroying them nonchalantly with a flick of his fingers.
Both his hands keep you open with ease. He buries his face between your thighs. 
"Such a pretty little pussy," Bucky lauds, adoration dripping from his lustful timbre. Hunger dances in his slate orbs as he admires your damp folds. 
He drags his tongue over your slit. 
You whimper and shake your head, tears skipping over your quivering cheeks. 
He takes his time exploring you, parting your walls with his fingers while savoring your essence with his tongue. 
His grunts rock through your core, reverberating through your whole body. Warm tingles bloom across your flesh. 
Breathless pleas falter on your tongue as Bucky’s tongue swirls over your swollen bud. Your toes curl against the floor. 
Steve fondles you, husky praises falling into your ear. He sneaks under your shirt and tweaks your nipples between his fingers. 
Bliss engulfs you twice in quick succession, your arousal raining over Bucky’s tongue. 
You go boneless as electricity pulsates through your spine, your eyes rolling backwards. A lewd purr rolls up Bucky’s chest as he greedily drinks your juices.
You sag against Steve’s chest.
Through the nebulous afterglow, you feel yourself being moved and laid over the sheets. Slowly, you find your breath again.
You hear the rustle of clothes as they hit the floor.
Panic coils in your gut. 
Steve hauls you back onto the bed when you try to scramble off it. His naked frame wraps around yours as you sob against his solid chest. 
"Shh, it’s gonna be okay, dove," he coos against your scalp. "We just want to make you feel good."
Fear paralyzes you. Terror impedes your speech. 
You can only shake as they grope you, their restless hands feeling everywhere at once.
Coldness pelts your skin when your shirt is removed. Your body’s shifted, your hips lifted. You’re plunked over Steve’s taut abs. His hard length and swollen balls chafe against your drenched core. 
His large hands rove over your hips. He moves you across his lap to line your entrance with the glistening head of his cock. 
Bucky plants tender pecks across your back, encouraging you as Steve stretches your cunt. Despite how wet you are, he’s huge inside you, every inch of him achingly pushing your walls to their limits. 
Hot tears stream down your face. 
A sigh of relief drops from Steve’s mouth once his cock has found the hilt of you, your walls fitting snugly around his length.
"God, you’re so tight, dove. S’like heaven," Steve hums hoarsely, his thick lashes fluttering over his cheekbones. 
You’ve barely adjusted to the pressure inside you before another adds to it. A strangled exhale slips through your lips. 
Your eyes bulge as Bucky’s fingers prod at your other hole, pushing a slick substance past your tight ring of muscles. 
You moan sharply.
Steve begins pummeling your core as thick fingers stretch your tight hole. Your hands curl into the sheets. You pant, your head hanging forward. 
The air rushes in your lungs when Bucky slams into you from the back. 
They start moving inside you in tandem, their feral grunt coalescing with your distressed cries. 
The lewd clapping of flesh along flesh fills the room. The bed quakes, rattling across the floor as if it might break from the force of their thrusts. 
You grow lightheaded, overwhelmed with the sensation of being so full. 
Pathetic whimpers drag through your throat as you bear with both your holes being roughly pounded.
"So good for us, beautiful," Bucky rasps as he nips your shoulder. 
After a while, pain and pleasure become so intimately tangled, you can’t tell one apart from the other. They hit spots deep inside you that turn you into a whimpering, quivering mess. They leave bruising trails on your skin, marking you as theirs with bites and kisses. 
The unsought sensations drag you under until everything fades… everything but them. Their heat encasing you. Their cocks nestled far inside you. Until their writhing bodies against yours is the only thing remaining in your thoughts.
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You rouse with a wrongness sitting inside you. It digs at your chest and scalds the pit of your stomach. 
Trembling eyes travel to the window. You stifle a gasp. Twinkling stars pepper the vast expanse of the night sky outside.
At first, you struggle to recall where you are. But as you get a glimpse of your nakedness and the similar states of the broad, warm bodies at your side…memories assault your brain all at once. 
Your blood turns to ice. 
You remember everything.
Your features screw in discomfort when you begin to rise. Pain pulses through your entire body, the one in your lower parts especially sharp. 
You toss a wary glance at your supersoldier "friends"...if they’re even still that to you. 
You’re unsure what to call them now. Too many boundaries broken in a single night. Too many acts that can never be undone.
Their eyes are shut. Your shoulders slump in relief.
Gingerly, you tiptoe out of bed and stumble through the door. You try your best to be as quiet as you can. You grab the first dress and sandals you find in the closet, deciding they will do for now.
You need to leave, get far far away from here. 
Defeat sags your shoulders while you hunt for your keys. Your blind combing through every cabinet and drawer in the living room yields no result. 
As your gaze darts about, your stomach plummets. The size of the house is akin to a castle. Your keys could be anywhere. It could take hours, which you don’t have.
"What are you doing?"
Bucky’s voice startles you. You pivot hastily, your eyes growing. The sudden motion causes you to lurch back, the soreness in your limbs awaking.
You shudder as you gauge his half-naked form in just his boxers. Ruffled brown locks hang around his face, irrefutable evidence of the night before. 
Your stomach wrenches uncomfortably.
Avoiding his blazing stare, you give a curt answer.
"Looking for my keys. I need to go home."
Your attempt to head to another room is curbed by his large hand clasping around your wrist. 
His big blue eyes and soft smile beckon you. 
"Hey relax, beautiful. Why don’t you come back to bed-"
You pull your hand away with a scowl. "No. I need to think, Bucky. This was… this was all too much." You grip the side of your head, whirling in alarm. "Where’s my phone? Oh god, I left my phone…"
A concerned expression covers Bucky’s features. 
"You need to calm down," he says, trying to reach for you again, his fingers outstretched towards you.
Maintaining a few feet between you and him, you fall backwards. The hurt on his features at your reaction is plain, and you wonder how he has the nerve to feel that way after last night. 
"Don’t tell me what to do," you shriek. You pause and gulp in a deep breath. You address him with a pleading look. "Can you just give me my keys, Bucky, please?"
All the emotions vanish on his face in a second, his gray orbs becoming steel as he considers you harshly. 
"No."
You huff out a sharp exhale, your mouth dropping in shock. A tightness settles in your chest.
"Bucky, please, you have to-" you insist.
"Dove, you’re being hysterical," Steve’s smooth baritone interrupts. 
Your chest clenches at his appearance. You stare at his shamefully naked form in ire. 
Even in this state, the set of his jaw is stern and the slant of his shoulders oozes command.
Still, you yell at him, betrayal sizzling the back of your throat as you speak. "Hysterical? I-I told you to stop and...you didn’t."
Steve rushes to you, snatching your wrists before you can flee.
"You needed to feel something, something else." He grips your jaw, forcing your attention back to him when you try to look away. "And you did, didn’t you? Something good."
A sinister chill courses through your spine, the certainty brimming in his voice astounding you. 
"Take me home, Steve," you quaver.
He sighs, cocking his head. Not an ounce of regret graces his features.
His hand glides over the side of your face in a twisted show of affection. 
"Like Bucky told you, we can’t do that," he whispers.
A humorless laugh parts from your lips.
"What? You can’t be serious. This isn’t funny, guys."
Steve and Bucky trade a cryptic glance before the latter utters matter-of-factly, "This isn’t a joke." Bucky edges closer, contrition adorning his handsome face. "We can’t trust you to take care of yourself right now."
Your body moves on its own before a proper plan has materialized in your head. 
Suddenly, you’re in the kitchen, remembering your training as you grab two sharp kitchen knives from the counter and toss one at Bucky’s face. 
He catches it in his metal hand with ease. 
As Steve approaches, you lunge at him and swing the blade in well-aimed slashes that somehow never hit home, as he dodges every attempt.
You grow desperate.
He humors you for a while before seizing your wrists, frustration blooming in his cornflower depths. You whine as your bones grind together in his bruising hold. The knife clatters to the ground. 
"Come on, dove. You of all people know I can do this all day," he states, his voice irritatingly serene. 
You crumble to tears in his arms, nearly toppling to the floor but he catches you, swaddling you against his chest as if you were a child. 
Reassuring words reach your ears as soothing circles are pressed into your back. "You’re okay," Steve murmurs repetitively. 
There’s a surge of warmth behind you as another firm body drapes over you. You sob between the two of them, their strong arms wrapping around you. 
Bucky’s silky tone caresses your shoulder. "It’ll just be an adjustment for a little while," he says. He drops a languid kiss atop your head, inhaling your scent while his hands roam over your sides. "And I promise you, beautiful, you’ll thank us one day."
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cissywritess · 10 months
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𝑪𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒉𝒆 | Four
Summary: You’re in your last year of high school, you want out of this town. It won’t be so easy when you got a stalker.
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Pairing: Dark!Stucky x reader
Warnings: Contains dark themes, 18+ please do not read without looking at warning first.
Notes: sorry for taking so long. It’s almost like a I have a life.
Steve comes in, making you immediately sit up from your spot. You've been here for a week, a week of hell. At first, you thought they were going to kill you but they explained that they plan on keeping you for a while. They also told you the reason they took you. They have been madly in love with you ever since Steve found you in the diner, love at first sight he says. Steve and Bucky had been looking for their third missing piece, after all, they deserve it. 
“Hey sweetheart how are you doing?” he asked you, you were shocked that he even had the nerve to say that after he literally kidnapped you. You didn’t reply, making him sigh. He walks closer to you, making you back up. “Now where are your manners,” he puts his hands on his hips. You’re lucky Bucky wasn’t the one talking to you right now, or this would have been a completely different scenario. 
“I wanna leave,” you told him with a shaky voice. Steve drops his hands in disappointment. 
“Bucky,” Steve said, you thought he was talking to you but a second later Bucky comes in, and Steve turns to him. “She's not listening, perhaps we can teach her manners,” your heart quickens. This is the completely different scenario. They turn to look at you, Steve reached out, when you realized what was going on you tried to quickly get off the bed but you weren’t fast enough. Steve was awfully strong, you couldn’t even move. Tears began to cloud your vision out of fear. 
Bucky left the room, “This is for your own good sweetheart,” Steve told you. You’ve never been this scared before. Steve forcefully laid you down on the bed, Bucky came back and handed Steve cuffs, you tried to squirm away from him but Bucky had his hands on your legs keeping you in place.
Once your hands and legs were cuffed Steve began to pull down your pants. You cried out terrified.
You had an idea of what they’re gonna do. You felt Bucky’s fingers dance along your cotton panties, your mind was racing.
“Look at this pretty pussy,” Bucky said moving your panties to the side. His fingers slide around your folds.
Without any warning, he slipped his fingers in. Bucky stretched you dry making you wince. You see Steve walk over to the closet pulling out a box you haven’t seen before. You didn’t touch one thing in this room.
You panicked when you saw him pull out a long and thick dildo, you cried even more, what was even more worst it turned on making the toy vibrate.
“Don’t cry, you deserve this.” Steve’s eyes were now dark. You pulled on the restraints only making your wrist and ankles hurt.
He slipped it into your walls, you closed your eyes trying not to focus on the pain.
“See you in a while baby, see if you're ready to use your manners,” Bucky stood up from the bed. They left you there with the dildo vibrating in your pussy.
There was enough lubrication to stop it from hurting. Soon after you began to feel pleasure. You felt yourself building up, you’ve never used a toy before only using your hands, as the knot in your stomach turned you felt yourself climaxing. You held your moans in.
You tried to move your legs to remove the toy but it only created more friction. You felt another knot in your stomach.
You choked after you climaxed again, but it didn’t stop after that, you rode another 2.
You already started to feel euphoric, dizzy from everything. You didn’t stop coming, making you cry.
After 4 hours Steve and Bucky came in. “Are you ready to be good?” Steve said.
You didn’t even let him finish before you were begging for them to stop.
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After your punishment, you behaved. You were sore after a few days, you’ve never felt more scared in your life. They told you if you misbehaved again it would be worse. It was enough for you to do what they wanted.
They let you out of the room but one of them always has to be with you, they were insane for sure. How unlucky did you have to be to get kidnapped?
What hurt most was that your own mother willingly gave you up. You would have expected other things from her but not this.
You had a plan you weren’t going to stay here at least you didn’t expect to. When they're asleep you’ll grab one of their phones to call 911.
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supercap2319 · 7 months
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Y/N struggled against his bonds as he looked up at the men watching him intensely. One was smirking and the other one was frowning. "You know I've seen where this kind of stuff heads in fanfiction and porn. The victim gets all hot and horny with the two villain-daddy type bad guys. Oh, the cliché."
Lloyd Hansen smirks. "Oh, someone has a very interesting fantasy. Maybe you'd like us to make it a reality for you? What do you say, Nicky? Feel like helping him out before we torture him?"
Nick Fowler looks at Y/N and takes a drink of his bourbon before he walks towards him, a lustful and crazy look in his blue eyes as Y/N whimpers with a small smile.
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angrythingstarlight · 10 months
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❀𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭❀𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐬❀𝐋𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲❀𝐀𝐎𝟑❀
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𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳 𝘚𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦.
𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒓 𝑺𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕
✧Enchanted
Prince Bucky gets shipwrecked only to be saved by the girl he's been dreaming of.
✧Need To Know
Mafia!Bucky's NSFW Alphabet
✧Perfect Days
Mafia!Bucky's Father Day Fic
☆Moving In
Mafia!Bucky drabble
☆The Auction Preview
QB!Bucky
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𝗔𝘀𝗸𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗴:
Kink Rate Game
Send a kink and I'll tell you what I think
Send a kink & character and it might inspire a drabble.
You can make it summer themed as well
Ex. ice play with Firefighter Bucky on a hot day
Fake Fic Titles☆Gifs☆Song lyrics
Send a fake fic title and I'll tell you what type of fic I'd write to go with it.
Send a song title/lyrics with a character and I'll drabble something
Summer Dream Fic Scenarios
Tell me what you'd love to do this summer and with who. It might inspire a fic.
Summer Flings with DBF/Brothers best friend Bucky, Ari & Steve. Who doesn't want a sinfully hot fling to make your summer fun?
Send in your enemies to lovers ideas
Or your sinfully sweet DBF or brothers best friends ideas.
After Sunset
Soft dark thoughts and prompts. Can be summer related.
Drabbles: Part 2 & Character Questions
This is your chance to ask for that part. The only cavet is you have to include a scenario or thot.
Ex. Did Omega!Bucky ever convince Omega!Reader to disobey Alpha!Steve
Ex. Baker!Bucky and Peach's vacation.
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𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔:
𝑩𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒚 𝑩𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒔
𝑨𝒓𝒊 𝑳𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒐𝒏
𝑺𝒕𝒆𝒗𝒆 𝑹𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒔
𝑺𝒕𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒚 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓
𝑴𝒊𝒈𝒖𝒆𝒍 𝑶'𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂
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𝙍𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙂𝙪𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨:
Must be 18+
I reserve the right to not answer anything that makes me uncomfortable.
This is a fun event, any drama will be ignored/deleted/blocked.
If I don't get to your ask by the end of the first event, you can send a follow up ask.
See my disclaimer below for more.
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June
17𝓽𝓱: Sleepover Announcements
18𝓽𝓱: ☆Kink Rating☆NSFW ABC's☆
19𝓽𝓱: ☆Mafia Summer Fics☆
20𝓽𝓱: ☆Summer Dream Fics☆
21𝓼𝓽:☆Fake Fic Titles☆GIF drabbles☆
22𝓷𝓭:☆Summer Fling Drabbles☆
23𝓻𝓭:☆Sunset Drabbles☆FMK/OVA☆
24𝓽𝓱:☆Drabbles: Part 2☆Character Questions☆
25𝓽𝓱:☆Free-For-All☆
July
To be announced
☆Disclaimer: The sleepover asks may be extended into the rest of June and potentially July depending on how many I get☆
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lillyoliviaaa · 10 months
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Their Perfect Angle 1
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Summary ~ Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes have always wanted someone that they can love, feed, bathe, look after. Their dream finally came true after they saw you. Their perfect angel.
“Hey babe, come here quick,” Bucky calls to his husband.
Steve follows the voice which leads him into a baby pink nursery. When he enters the room, he can see a cot which is filled with stuffed teddies, a massive book corner with a rocking chair, changing table with straps put in place, a dolls house and a box full of different toys to play with.
Bucky can see tears forming in Steve’s eye. “It’s prefect Buck.” Steve grabs Bucky’s waist and pulls him in for a long deep kiss. “Only a couple of more hours then we have our girl Stevie.”
“Thank you for coming, I hope you have a lovely evening.” Muscles start to ache as you finish your shift, thank god you have the whole weekend off to relax, however in Steve and Bucky’s mind they have a different idea. “See you on Monday y / n.” Your boss gives you a smile and a wave, you smile back and make your way home.
Bucky and Steve installed cameras in your apartment so that they can watch you whenever. They found cameras that you can place on walls and you would never notice them. This is Bucky’s favourite part of the day, watching you strip naked. Oh how he can’t wait to touch you, he can feel himself getting hard. “Once she’s asleep we take her.” Steve says to Bucky touching is hard cock. “I found a way to get her out of the apartment without anyone seeing her.” Bucky grins at Steve as he thinks about what they will do to you when they get you.
Your eyes begin to shut as your head crashes into the pill. You let sleep take over until you feel something pinching you. The last thing you could remember was a man beside you whispering something into your ear.
“Buck come up she’s out,” Steve says over the phone. Bucky has never ran so fast before he can’t wait to get his hands on you. Steve picks you up in a bridal style as Bucky enters your room. He places a kiss on your head and helps Steve out of the room. Once they get to the car, Steve ties your hands and feet together and puts a pacifier gag in your mouth.
“We did it buck, we now have our girl.”
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frostironfudge · 1 year
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Keep My Secret - (Bucky x Reader x Steve)
Summary: The search for Bucky and Steve is shrouded in darkness, will you find the light and the loves of your lives?
my entry for @the-slumberparty 's week one i spy challenge, i had the theme isolation and setting fairy tale and this is what i came up with, hope you enjoy it! ‘Leather cuffs’ and ‘bouquet of flowers’ were also prompts.
Word Count: 1.4k
Warnings: dark setting, allusions to future dub-con (none explicitly described or stated), isolation, kidnapping, dark magical elements, dark character and one soft dark character (i'm not saying who is who because i don't want to give it away), allusions to torture, wounds mentioned, mind control, power dynamics, dark fae magic.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader x Steve Rogers
Main Masterlist || AO3
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The scent of rain soaked mud slowly clambers up the endless walls. You do remember the word for it, the grogginess around your mind isn’t clearing. Otherwise you’re sure you would know. 
A rumble in the distance followed by a louder boom. You hear a cough followed by a groan. The presence is familiar. The darkened room seldom aids your half mast gaze. 
Dull aches finally register along your temple and cheekbone. When your fingers reach out the remembrance sets in, leather cuffs. Binds that tie you to this fate. Another groan, your head lols towards it. You whimper as you recognise him despite the state of his body. 
“B-bucky?” You call out, his head snaps up, then he groans yet again. 
Bucky shakes off the pain, enhanced vision allowing him to trace you across the circular room. Strands of his now long hair fall back. Months. Months spent locked in this tower. Months since he was gone and asked you not to follow. 
His brows furrow, there was something different today in the tower and it wasn’t the petrichor. Cobwebs still decorated the ceilings, dust settled in around objects. The table with familiar tools is the only clean surface, and there lay coated in the softest of dew drops—bougainvillaeas. Tied with a leather string. Bucky’s eyes find you again. The flowers held meaning to you. Currently the bouquet symbolises you. 
“Malyshka (baby).” 
You look back at him from the floor. The flash of lightning outside illuminates him. Blue eyes full of worry, crimson coats his skin. It felt as if eons since you heard the endearment from his lips. 
“What have they done?” You beg to know, “Bucky, where have you been? I, I—,”
“Malyshka, I told you not to follow me.” He sighs, on his knees making his way towards you. The chain tugs on his arm when he attempts to touch your face. 
“You were gone, you promised and you were gone. Just like he did. I had to find you. We’ll get out.” You assure him, you had a plan, you had the tracker. Sam would find the two of you. “Then we’ll find him, we will all return home.”
“Malyshka, we are—,”
The door opens, cutting off Bucky’s reply. 
Fresh flame torches carried in by the soldiers in black and red replace the burnt out ones on the walls. The stone illuminated with an orange glow. The flames flicker as the only window allows wind into the room. They leave the door open. 
A larger figure walks in, a mask covering his face, a mane of dark hair surrounds him. 
“Did you like my present?” he questions, the voice carries an echo of foreign familiarity, his large palm moving to cradle Bucky’s head, fisting in his hair. Bucky’s jaw clenched. 
“Hmm, this hair suits you better. A reminder of glorious days.” The man hums. 
“I have no need for presents.” Bucky spits out and the man tsks. 
“The gift of flowers was for her, you need to be more appreciative. I remember you being more affectionate.” The man sighs, fingers running through Bucky’s hair, almost intimate. Your brows furrow. The brunette turns his head away away, then a slap echoes through the room, “Be respectful, Soldat.” 
Bucky spits out the iron laced saliva pooling in his mouth. 
You look at the flowers, one of your lesser known favourites. Only two people knew the meaning the flowers held for you. 
Your eyes widen at the HYDRA symbol on the man’s back. He turns to you. The mask hides his identity and unease pools in your stomach as you stare at the void blackened eyes of the mask. 
“Tell me then,” the man squats before you, gripping your chin harshly, you cry out as his gloved fingers dig into the cut along your jaw, “I asked you a question, did you not like flowers, mo chridhe (my heart)?” 
Bucky closes his eyes as your accusing gaze meets him, then back to the masked man. The dark laughter echoes around the room and cracks your heart into pieces. 
He squishes your cheeks together, your tears pool over his fingers, trailing down the glove to his wrist. 
“Ste-Steve?” You ask, he shakes his head, taking off his mask. The beard on him familiar, his hair longer, indicating the time of him being gone. However the blue eyes you fell in love with and saw your future in are now surrounded by a thin ring of silver. 
The lips belong to Steve but the smile is no longer warm, it only sends a cold chill through you. 
“B-bucky, what—,” You sputter, Steve’s grip tightens. 
“Are you going to tell her, baby?” He quirks a brow, lazily looking back at Bucky. 
Bucky’s shoulders shake, lips trembling. He meets your eyes with tear stained cheeks. 
“He isn’t, he isn’t our Steve.” 
Your widened eyes move back to him, no, it can’t be, Steve is, Steve is supposed to, what has HYDRA done to him?
“Oh mo chridhe, your shared Steve’s long gone, but fret not. I will make sure the two of you are cared for, like my own sweet little pets. I remember everything your Stevie did and had done to him by the two of you. Mmm, wrapped around me, wrapped around Bucky. You are quite the sight.” He smirks, eyes alight with a mirth you cannot find yourself in this bleak tower. 
“Who are you?” You question as he releases you, “you aren’t Steve, Bucky, this isn’t, no. Please we have to fight him! We have to find Steve!” You plead. 
Steve shifts, you then see it, Bucky’s missing arm. How had you not noticed? You look around the tower. Flashes pass through your mind, the forest, the mist, and the torn wings. The sobbing man. Pleading for help. 
The flash of blonde and blue. The call of help from brunette and azure.
You gave the hunched over man in pain your name. 
“Why, I’m Steve Rogers of course. He’s James Barnes and you are Y/N Y/L/N. You should never give the fae your name but shh, my little play things,” Steve cups your head and Bucky’s, “Those little soldiers outside know me as Hydra Supreme. So let's keep this little secret between us three. Hmm?” He raises a brow, then chuckles at your hurt expressions, eyes crinkling and reminding you so much of your Steve. 
“Oh cmon, you look at me as if I killed your little Stevie. Maybe I did, but I will make you forget, I’ll let you rule, well atleast beneath me.” He leans closer, lips brushing against Bucky’s chapped lips and then your busted one, he licks the stray traces of blood humming, “What do you say then my pets?” 
“If you think for one second we’re going to agree with you you second rate, fucking asshole—,” Bucky’s eyes glow silver, his words cut off, “I want to rule under you, Sire.” 
“Please, not Bucky, please, don’t we, Steve, please we—we will rule under you, Sire.” Your words aren’t your own, you watch on as Steve smiles pleased with the two of you. 
“Such good pets, I will allow the two of you to feel pleasure tonight but after I’ve had my fill. It’s going to be a long night.” He turns away, releasing the glamour from Bucky. 
Bucky blinks, the silver disappearing for a moment from his eyes. He stares down at his arms, both flesh and metal and then at you with your eyes gleaming silver. 
“Steve.” He says in warning, “She doesn’t deserve this, please reconsider. I know we wanted her all to ourselves but I can’t strip her of her will.” 
The blond clicks his tongue, eyes narrowed at his lover, “I do not appreciate you disregarding every single bit of my sacrifice for you two, James. Do not force me to stoop low for you too.” He turns walking towards the table, picking up the flowers. 
“You already have,” Bucky shakes his head, gently cradling your face, your eyes vacant, “I’m so sorry, Malyshka.” 
Steve’s jaw clenches, anger coursing through his veins. The flowers fall to the floor, stems broken, petals scattered. Bucky turns, reaching for the gun in his holster. 
“You shouldn’t have given me your name, James Barnes. You little humans, your love shall be your undoing.” Steve waves a hand, Bucky lands on his knees. 
Dust rising around the two of you, gleaming collars forming around your and Bucky’s necks, chains attached and held in Steve’s palm. 
“Now, crawl to your king, my pets.” His menacing smile widens as you both fall on all fours.
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binkszamsstuff · 2 years
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Call me baby
Summary: steve and bucky finally make love to their pretty baby /everyday life with steve and bucky
Warnings: smut, mention of Male anal, p in v threesome, the term love making, reader doesn't like degradation kink. Manipulation!!!
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2 months after you coming home...
Steve walked in your bedroom his hair sticking up in all directions, him and bucky had been working in the office on the contract for the new warehouse they've bought. The two mobsters had been working all day as night set they the frustration and anger about their business turned into angry sex. Bucky had Steve's leaking cum in ass both men hard and needy for you.
Steve and bucky respected that you wanted to wait for them to touch you. The love you shared was innocent and sweet and the idea of sex scared you. You fell fast for them, they're your first ever boyfriends. You wanted to stick to the checks kisses and hugs. They way the two men would degrade eachother in their nightly shower sex made you feel awful. You didnt like the way they would talk to eachother, and you only hope they won't talk to you like that when you do decide to make love with them.
It was only 8 pm when you started to get ready for bed now you slept in the bed all three of you shared laying curled up in a ball. Snuggling buckys pillow while both mobsters watched fully naked like the day they were born. "I need her buck! I cant wait any longer" steve grunted grabbing his leaking member by its shaft, slowly running his hand down and up. Bucky slowly walked over to you sitting on his side of the bed he gently pulled you into his arms and lap.
"Baby love wake up" bucky murmured in your ear, Steve now standing at the end of the bed but now his hrouse cock was red and angry looking begging for his pretty girls attention. "Little baby wake up!" Steve whisper shouted
Your eyes flattered open, sitting up in buckys arms you get a quick glance at steve in all his glory. Your eyes go wide quickly slapping your hands over you eyes you speak "WHAT ARE YOU DOING! Put your pjs on!" Steve and bucky both chuckle. "Baby can we make love too you?" Bucky says in your ear, you freeze panic running through. The thoughts of disappointing them while making love is running fear through you. "N-no thank you" you squeaked out steve sighing "come on pretty baby, we've done so much for you. We just want you to show us how much you love us back" the blonde coos while crawling up the bed. Steve now sits on the bed he slowly grabs your hand bringing it to his shaft. You try and pull away but his grip is too strong.
"Y/n come on! I need you baby please feel how hard bucky and I are for you" your small hand was now tugging Steve's cock up and down. "We just want to you to love us baby" you sat more up quickly "I do love you both very much" you said looking at them in their eyes. "Then why won't you let's make love to you?" Bucky questioned "i-i, well theres two reasons." You said in a small voice no getting shy again. "What are they?" You took a deep breath before you spoke "well e-every night you two love eachother in the shower you talk really mean to eachother, and i-i dont want you to be mean to me." Steve and bucky froze both men liked to be degraded by the another but you they knew you wouldn't like. You where too innocent to understand that the nasty things they said to eachother were not real, that they didnt mean them.
"Oh fuck baby, no we dont mean the things we say to eachother it's a kink we like. We'll be soft with you" you nodded in response "what's the other thing?" Steve asked "i-i never made love. I d-dont know how to do it. What if I'm no good?" You questioned them.
Bucky Softly took your nightgown off "y/n we love you, no Matter if your good at making love or not. And we'll teach you" bucky mumbled into you ear. You now sat naked on buckys lap, two weeks after you came home with them, steve convinced you that sleeping with your underwear on was bad for you so now you just slept bare under you nightgown.
You could feel buckys stiff member under you his hands on your hips as steve brought his lips to your breast. You moaned out their names causing the mobsters to smile "that's it y/n just relax. Your daddies gotcha ya now." Steve spoke his voice low and dominant. Bucky softly made his right hand move towards your core. The brunette slowly sild his middle finger up to you clit, a mess of whimpers escaping your throat.
Bucky swirled your bud with care, the pleasure had you arching into steve. "Fuck! Steve shes wet." Bucky was loving the way you squirmed on his lap just teasing his cock.
"Shes ready now" steve said now unlatched from your tit.
Bucky softly laid you down on the bed, your hair sprayed across the pillows both men stopped to get a good look of you. The moonlight made you skin look like stars and silk. Your doe eyes starting at them with love and need you naked form ready your them to have. The glistening slick on your little shaven pussy made them almost cum at the sight of you.
Steve crawled over you now seated inbetween your legs "its gonna hurt baby okay? But only for a little bit" you watched as steve lined himsled up your weeping hole begging for them. "You'll be sweet?" You asked again fear and anxiety riddled through you. "Of course baby angel" you nodded your eyes filling shut "promise?" You whispered "promise" steve repeated. The blonde was slowly entering you him groaning your name well you gasped eyes squeezed shut.
Bucky was now standing at the end of the bed bent over putting a but plug in his ass, him moaning out in pleasure as steve was now fully seated inside you. "Oh Steve!" You cried when he stared to move his hips. "That's it baby moan stevie's name" bucky grunted out while jerking off with one hand and his other playing with the but plug in his ass.
Steve wrapped his tongue on you nipple kissing up and down your neck and shoulders. His thrusts becoming quicker and harder, hitting your cervix "steve oh steve!!" You crashed your lips into Steve's while wrapping your arms around his neck. "That's it y/n, cum baby cum." With steve husky voice in your ear and the wide lust filled look in his eyes to his messed up hair made you cum liquid squirting out all over his cock and thighs. Bucky moaning and whining as he fucked his hand
"I'm gonna cum in you babycakes" you moaned lounder as steve fucked you through your orgasm his hips working faster chasing his high. "Oh you like that huh? You want to me a mommy? Ya wanna carry my baby? Have my cum in between your legs? Fuck you'd the best mommy to bucky and i's babies" you and bucky moaning loudly at steve dirty talk. Steve's white hot cum shot In you moments later buckys cum was shooting on you tits. Steve and bucky flopped down on the bed pulled to inbetween them sleep crashing down on you "20 minutes baby then it's my turn" bucky whispered in your ear you nodded snuggling into them sleepily mumbling an "I love you bucky and steve" the two men's heart swelled with love.
"We love you too babydoll"
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A/n this was a bit rushed but here's part 2!♡
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evelynnrogerbarnes · 10 months
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Their Baby Girl
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Summary ~ You lived a simple life. That’s how you liked it. However, Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes never saw it like that. They saw you as someone who needed looking after. Someone who they could feed, bathe, love. You were their perfect choice.
Babe come here, bucky shouts to his husband.
Steve follows the voice which leads him into a baby pink nursery which has a cot against a wall with a mobile hanging down, a changing tables with a few straps, a colouring table and a massive book corner which is surrounded by toys and stuffed teddies.
Bucky watches Steve as his grin widens.
It’s perfect buck, whispers Steve.
Bucky grabs Steve by the waist and pulls him into a deep loving kiss. I can’t wait for tonight, everything is ready, we just need our baby girl and we then can be one big happy family, says Bucky as he looks around the nursery with a massive grin.
10 : 30 PM ~
Finally you return home. You sign as you take your shoes off and make your way towards your bedroom. You are exhausted. Fortunately, your manager gave you the whole weekend off to recover from a hectic week dealing with angry customers who sometimes forgot that you have feelings. You strip naked and make your way into the bath tub and fill it up with hot water and put bubbles in.
Bucky and Steve’s POV ~
Bucky watches you as you strip naked as you make your way towards the bathroom. This is his favourite part of the night : watching you strip. He adores looking at your curves and looking at your mesmerising body. He can feel himself getting harder and harder by the minute. Oh how he can’t wait to touch you and taste your pussy, only a few more minutes then you are all his.
11 : 00 PM ~
You begin to slip into dream world but all of a sudden
Sh sh sh it’s okay baby sh sh calm down, Steve says while having his hand around your mouth trying to inject you.
You try to fight him off but he’s too strong.
“There you go, i’ve got you, you’re okay your safe”.
The word safe was the only thing you heard until you feel into a sleep coma.
He picks you up in a bridal style out of bed as Bucky enters the room wrapping a blanket around you. They leave the apartment without anyone seeing them thanks to the short cut they found to get out of the building. They open the car boot and carefully put you in there making sure you are tied up securely and cover you with blankets.
“We now have our baby girl buck”.
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p3sephone · 2 years
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No way out. (Dark! Steve Rogers)
Summary: you are a worker in the Stark Tower, only aiming to grow your career and keep your life simple. Actually, you were the kind of person who admired the avengers but from afar but Steve Rogers didn’t have the same plan once he started talking with you. 
Serie warnings: this is a serie so there are going to be many specific warnings that will be given throught all the chapters. This is a dark! Steve Rogers x reader, dark! Bucky Barnes x reader serie. This serie is DARK, so expect heavy themes such as non-con, unwanted touches and all that. If you do not feel comfortable with this or if you’re a minor, do not read and block this account. 
Chapter 1 warnings: feeling uncomfortable. 
Word count: 1,5k. 
Note: this is my first serie ever and it was inspired by this one shot here. Reblogs, comments and likes are always welcome and well appreciated! <3 
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You were nervous, looking at the building in front of you. You could hear the voice inside your head grin and tell you that you would never make it. You weren't able to hold a person's attention for more than 5 seconds, imagine doing a work of this caliber. You were a professional looking for a job and you expected a somewhat mediocre or at least moderate job. You didn't expect your candidacy sent to Stark Tower to be seriously accepted. The salary was just perfect, more than adequate for you living alone in a small apartment. You could have bought several things and not worried about not being able to make ends meet, but could you have made it through the first day of work? Or rather, every day? You sighed looking at the smartwatch on your wrist, deciding you had to go inside. It certainly couldn't stop time and you couldn't be late on your first day. With a decisive, albeit fake step, you headed towards the large building. You saw people at the exit mingling and getting less and less as you went, until you showed your e-pass to enter. You entered without problems and looked around: a classic building, yes, but by Stark. And it looked good. You inhaled through your nose trying not to show your nervousness, on the contrary, forcing a small smile on your face. You had to make an effort to at least look happy and satisfied with this new job. Everything had already been explained to you in advance by email, you even had an interview to ensure that no confidential information ever came out of your mouth. You had turned your nose slightly up at this: your job was simple and those files weren't really that secret, what could they worry about? But of course it wasn't your business and you certainly didn't have a say about it. You went to the third floor, take the right. Your office was there: there were no new colleagues to talk to, just a coffee machine on the ground floor and your office waiting for you with a great view outside. It was tiny but perfectly adequate for your job. You smiled slightly, placing your briefcase on the desk and taking a few seconds to admire the place. You found it minimal, perfect. You loved simple things. You heard little noises at the door, so you briefly composed yourself as you turned around. "Can I help you?" the question came out almost spontaneously, so much so that you had not taken into consideration the person in front of you. Steve Rogers. He was one of the avengers, you knew him and were grateful for his work. You knew the story of him, you had seen the videos. 
He was the perfect hero and soldier, but heroes weren't really your thing. Maybe you were wrong, but you felt gratitude, yes, but not as much gratitude as felt by the many inhabitants of New York and other cities. You were okay, the avengers were too and did their job while you did yours, and it didn't seem like a really bad thing. You wanted to leave things as they were and had made it clear right away that you didn't want to be involved in any kind of danger. "Well no, actually I just wanted to say hello. I saw you outside... you looked very nervous." he giggled nervously, putting his hand to his hair as if to fix it.
 As if he had something out of place. You suppressed a little twitch in the eye of nervousness, annoyed that someone had seen you. You hated being seen that way, not because there was something wrong, but because all your life they made you believe it was wrong and now... you just got used to it. You put the most fake smile on your face and then you shake your head. "I was actually nervous, but only for the amount of work. I'm really happy to be here and for the welcome, thank you very much." you have denied how much he may have understood of your nervousness, making your voice silky and gentle. You had to behave like this with the public, you knew that. You could see that he was not at all convinced of your answer, almost as if he knew you were lying. You didn't care, after all your work wasn't in contact with the avengers. And to be honest, you could admit that deep down you were scared of men with abilities like Steve Rogers or others. You loved simplicity, they weren't simple, they were anything but. You were hoping that the golden soldier of America might give up and leave you alone to do your job, but he didn't. Instead, he decided to go further into your office, crossing the threshold of the door and frowning around. "Tony should do something about these offices. They're so bare." he frowned, then paused on you with a small smile. "I really hope you brought something to decorate them with. It’d mean, you know, that you will stay here a long time. Nice to have company." he tried to make you comfortable, but he only got the opposite. You frowned completely this time, dropping the mask and pointing out your confusion. "Company? There are a lot of people in this building." you commented with a nervous laugh, not understanding what his point was. You never thought in your entire life that you could say that, but Steve managed to make you deeply uncomfortable, as well as that overwhelming body. Normally it is thought that the bigger a man is, the more he can offer protection and safety, right? For you it was the other way around. It was as if you were afraid of it, deep down, but you didn't want to admit it. So when he approached you further with a little smile and a frown you pretended to be fine, stopping the urge to play with your nails or look away. He tilted his head slightly, giggling, shaking his head. "The third floor is almost completely empty. It's a new sector, Stark needed a few professionals and they have all already been distributed. Your office is very close to the rooms of us avengers, but in this corridor you are almost alone. Most of the rooms are archives. Weren't you informed? " his tone was almost mocking, you almost found that he wanted to discredit you. Or maybe it was your paranoia that spoke. You nearly choked on your own saliva upon receiving and processing that information, but you couldn't go back now. You had to get used to it. So you did what came naturally to you: pretend to laugh in situations of profound discomfort. "I think I missed it in the email sent, but thanks for the information, now I know why there were very few people here." you offered one of your best smiles, looking first at his blue eyes and then at the door, as if to indicate that he should go. He smiled back at you in the best possible way, almost seemed to commit himself. But he didn't get your message. You then cleared your throat, heading over to your desk and opening your briefcase. A photo of you came out but you didn't worry about it at that moment, thinking of sitting gracefully in your armchair. It was only time to turn around, that only after you surprised the infamous Steve Rogers with your photo in hand. Without thinking twice, you took it from his hands, holding it tight to your chest. Only when you saw his shocked expression on him did you realize your mistake: you lost control. You then cleared your throat, looking down embarrassed. "Sorry, it's just that important but I wasn’t-" You didn't really know what to say, there was no real excuse. The truth was that you were right and he didn't have the right to take your things, but could you really start your first day like that? Fortunately, his gallantry preceded him. "No really, I'm sorry! It was my fault, I shouldn't have... I just saw it and you, it was really beautiful. The view too." he giggled nervously, backing away. He felt deeply uncomfortable, like you. There was an awkward silence, followed by a brief "see you later" and his footsteps farther and farther away from him. You thought Steve Rogers was a great soldier, a good avenger but you didn't think he was capable of making you so uncomfortable. You didn't think about it, shaking your head and getting to work. You didn't have the time or the will to think. You knew you weren't nice and didn't need to believe otherwise, and above all you knew you weren't in that building to make friends or get acquainted. You loved the simplicity of your work, you would not have allowed someone to ruin it even just by entering your mind for a bad impression.
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nocturne-pisces · 2 years
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Tomatoes
Pairing: Dark!Steve x Reader x Dark!Bucky
w/c: 1.2k
Warning: Dead Dove Do Not Eat - noncon, knife play, blood play, breath play, threats of violence, misogyny. These dudes are not nice- there is not a happy ending. Move along if that isn’t your thing.
Part of the Grocery List Series
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Someone is tapping on your face, pulling you from the throes of unconsciousness that you’d been comfortable in. Sleep allowed you to forget where you were. Sleep allowed you to forget what happened, but as your eyes flutter open and your vision focuses, you’re reminded of the proverbial bear trap you’ve stepped in.
“Have a nice nap?”
Steve’s face is inches from yours and you can smell the beer on his breath. You scramble up, backing yourself away and trying to sink into the back of the couch when a cold hand presses down on your shoulder.
“Where you goin’?” Bucky’s voice in your ear nearly makes you shriek, and his smile is wide as he drinks in your fear. If he hadn’t forcefully fucked your throat open just a little bit ago you might think that he’s attractive.
“Please,” you whimper, begging for mercy you know won’t be granted, the throb between your legs returning from the last time they worked you over.
“You beggin’ already, sunshine?” The smile on Steve’s face is sickly sweet as he raises his hand to stroke your cheek, you flinch away from it and his demeanor changes- like a light switch plunging you into the dark.
“Please let me go I won’t tell—,” you start, but he cuts you off abruptly. He takes your face in one of his large hands, pinching on either side to haul you close.
“You will only speak when you’re asked a question, and you will only respond with ‘yes, please’ or ‘no, thank you’, do I make myself clear?”
Tears trail down your cheeks and onto his fingers, and you nod your understanding. He lets your face go and licks your tears from his hand, humming his satisfaction. You try to calm your breathing, will your heart to slow, but Bucky sits down next to you and it skyrockets again.
You look over and you can already see Bucky’s cock straining against his jeans. You let Steve haul you to your feet, a yelp torn from you just as your clothes are ripped from your body. You shut your eyes and try to cover yourself, but Steve’s hands pin your own to your sides.
“What’re you gettin’ shy for? You’ve already had both of us.” He ruts his hips into your backside, the hard length of him apparent. You hear the zwip of a zipper and open your eyes to see Bucky taking himself out, pumping lazily as you tremble in Steve’s hold.
The hand not on his cock crooks a finger at you, motioning you to come closer. Your gut churns, already having seen the force Bucky is willing to exert to get what he wants, so you take the tentative step to stand in front of him, between his spread legs.
“You’re gonna ride my cock until I fill up that pretty little pussy,” he says, watching as your bottom lip trembles. He leans forward, clapping his hands onto either side of your hips and lifting you effortlessly. Your thighs clamp shut, trying to keep him from getting inside, but his ice blue stare returns deadly.
“If you want to be able to use your legs tomorrow I suggest you open them.” You’re not sure what he means, but you know damn well that you don’t want to find out. Your legs relax, fall on either side of his as he seats you on his cock. He’s thicker than Steve, a new stretch searing through you, and he doesn’t give you time to get accustomed to him before he’s slapping your ass. The cold vibranium sends a rippling pain down your leg and up your back and you jerk away from his hand, shoving yourself further down on his length. A debauched moan tears from your throat, your mouth falling open at the slide of him made easier by Steve’s spend still trapped inside you from earlier.
Steve pushes you down the rest of the way, the head of Bucky’s cock ramming your already faintly bruised cervix. “It hurts,” you whine, looking down where you’re stretched wide around him. Bucky lifts his hips enough to pull something from his belt, the point of a blade pressed into the soft underside of your chin.
“I don’t care. Ride.”
You’re paralyzed, the knife against your skin cold, and for a moment you forget Steve is there until his fingers wrap around your hips, lifting you before he guides you back down again.
“It’s not that hard, honey.” He says it against your ear, his bruising grip forcing you up and down, and you hate that it sparks an ember of pleasure in you.
“Fuck, how is she still so tight…” Bucky hisses, the tip of the blade trailing down your throat to the valley between your breasts.
“I know it’s new. It’s a lot to learn and there’s still a lot of fight in ya, but I’ll let you in on a secret-,” he stills your body for a moment, grinding you down on Bucky’s cock. “The better you behave for us, the more likely you are to make it through the summer.”
You tense, and underneath you Bucky groans. “Now, be a good girl, and ride him like your life depends on it.”
You give in, your vision blurring through your tears as you anchor your hands on Bucky’s chest. He fixes you with a cold stare, and you lift your weight from him only to drop it down again. You close your eyes, the knot in your stomach betraying you as it tightens.
You feel the blade press harder into your skin and you gasp.
“Eyes open,” Bucky commands, and you look down to see a drop of blood trail along the edge. He sees it too, brings the metal to his mouth and licks it clean. It makes your rhythm stutter, and he laughs.
The wound is small, superficial, but the violent thump of your heartbeat makes you bleed a tiny river to your belly button.
It feels as though Bucky’s cock inside of you engorges further, a growl rattling through him as he leans forward. He pulls you close and runs his tongue up the middle of your abdomen right to where your blood marrs your skin. His touch is not gentle, leaning back again only to pound his hips up into you over and over again. A hand snakes around your neck, your oxygen cut off as another swipes quick circles into your clit, Steve playing your body like an instrument for Bucky’s pleasure.
“Cum for him. Now.”
The edges of your vision blur further the longer you’re without breath, pleasure sparking at the base of your spine and growing until the raging inferno of your orgasm consumes you.
“That’s it. Such a good toy,” Bucky rasps, losing his rhythm as the vice tight grip of your cunt forces him over the edge. Steve lets go of your neck and you gulp down air, collapsing against Bucky’s chest as your sobbing overtakes you. He takes a few moments to catch his breath, letting you rest your weight on him before he’s done with you.
You yelp as he carelessly tosses you towards the opposite end of the couch, standing and tucking himself away. You don’t register much between Bucky leaving and Steve lifting you in his arms, but he isn’t rough and you’re grateful for the short reprieve.
“C’mon, sweetheart, let’s go take a bath and get in bed. You’re gonna need to be well rested for tomorrow.”
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straywords · 1 year
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In The Mountains VI
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Dark! Steve Rogers x Reader x Dark! Bucky Barnes
Your vacation with your friends at a Swiss chalet is disrupted by your fateful encounter with two strangers.
Warnings: Toxic Friendships
Series Masterlist || Stucky Masterlist
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How did you find yourself here of all places? 
The question keeps roaming inside your brain, an enigma that remains unsolved. 
As your gaze wanders to the middle of Steve and Bucky's living room where Sabri and Ash are drunkenly dancing to the beats of Carly Rae Jepsen, you wince.
Right.
It all started with Sabri bringing a bottle of expensive French champagne to the pool. 
Then one thing led to another. 
Both of them started drinking and drinking. And drinking. 
As the liquid in the bottle sank, your worries grew…because you didn't see Bucky and Steve swallow one drop of alcohol. They seemed content watching your friends get tipsier as the night traipsed along, strange smiles adorning their faces. 
Too content in your humble opinion. 
It's when you tried to put a stop to it, dropping gentle suggestions that maybe they've had enough to drink, maybe it was time to return to your room. They were deaf to your attempts. Sabri was too busy practically humping Bucky by the pool’s edge and Ash made googly eyes at Steve all evening. It was a losing battle. 
And, of course, when the guys offered to keep the party going at their cabin, both the girls leaped at the occasion. 
Again, you tried… and were ignored. Unseen, unheard like always. 
A dicey choice presented itself to you. Leaving your two plastered roommates with the strangers or following closely behind to keep a distant eye on them.
You opted for the latter. While Ash and Sabri’s antics are getting old, they don’t deserve to have something awful happen to them.
What would you tell Ash’s dad? What would you tell Sabri’s foster mom?
The thought alone stirs your unease. 
"I left those girls drunk and alone with two guys they just met." will likely not cut it when trying to explain the ordeal. Some things matter more than petty friendship drama.
So once more, you put a shaky lid on the tumultuous wave of feelings building inwards, promising yourself this time is the last. 
It has to be. 
You scroll through your phone again. As you peruse the confirmation email for your online check-in, your heart swells. Soon, you’ll be free. 
No more discomfort. No more disappointment.
Landing a seat on the next plane on short notice was tough, but you thank the stars that nearly everything can be done online these days. 
It carved a massive dent in your savings, but it’s worth it. 
Every day gnaws at your limited supply of self-worth and happiness a bit more. You long to be home.  
"Come on, you should come dance," Sabri giggles, latching onto your wrists to try to pull you up from the sofa. 
"I don’t wanna dance," you curtly reply, prying her hands off you. 
Her hands fall to her side dejectedly before she shimmies away, carelessly swaying her hips to the rhythm of the song. "You really are no fun," she pouts.
Cold words leave your tongue as you shrug. "Well, it is what it is."
A buzzing next to you beckons your focus. Your scowl down at the flashing screen of the device. Sabri’s phone. 
"Can you answer for me?" she asks, twirling near Ash who’s in a similar state of euphoria. 
Steve and Bucky peer at the interaction. 
While Bucky takes a tranquil sip from his beer, Steve casually leans on the wall, arms folded over his broad chest. Both their expressions are unreadable.
Discomfort has you squirming on the couch. 
"I’m not gonna…" Your lids flutter as your frown accentuates. "It’s Drew, Sabri." 
The latter’s face pales with your words. "Please. I’m so drunk." She grips the side of her head, groaning. "I don’t know…just please?"
You chew on your lip. "I can’t just-"
"I’ll never ask you for anything again," Sabri pleads. 
Hesitation trims the edge of your fingertips as you approach her phone. Your hand nearly retreats, but the weight of Sabri’s stare nudges you to pick up.
The pounding in your chest swells. This isn’t right. 
The last time, you remind yourself. 
"Hi Drew," you greet, struggling to dampen the wobble in your tone. 
"Hey," Drew answers, "Didn’t expect to hear you." 
"Sorry to disappoint."
He swiftly adds, "No, I didn’t mean…" A frustrated sigh ripples through the phone. "Look, I’ve been trying to reach Sab for a week now. She’s not responding to me. Are you guys okay?"
"She’s good. She’s just been…sick." As the lie floats from your lips, your stomach plummets. You glance at Sabri from the corner of your eye. She’s still dancing. Jaunty. Carefree. Meanwhile, you’re wrestling the urge to throw up. "Very sick. She caught a cold while skiing."
Relief radiates from Drew’s gentle tone. "Oh, that explains it," he says. "Couldn’t she just tell me that?"
You let out a wry giggle. 
"You know how she is. Always gotta be perfect. Nothing sexy about a runny nose and sore throat."
"I don’t care about all that. Can you tell her that? I just want to hear from her."
The phone almost slips out of your clammy hand. You adjust it against your ear and lick your lips. 
"I’ll tell her, Drew."
"Thanks. Hope you guys are having fun."
Your insides wrench painfully. Drew’s always been nice to you. He’s one of the few people who would try to chat you up and inquire how you were adapting to college. He even let you borrow his biochem notes and made you feel better about being a little behind on certain subjects. 
In fact, before you found out he was dating Sabri, you even wondered if he liked you. 
But he’s just nice. And you’re lying to him.
"W-We are," you stammer.
Drew’s warm laugh drapes a chill over your spine. 
"I’m glad. See you soon. Bye."
"Bye," you reply belatedly, choking on your own breath. 
Relief fills you as you hang up, but it doesn’t erase how rotten you feel. 
You toss Sabri’s phone to the side as if it caught fire. 
What the hell did you just do? 
As Sabri’s arms engulf you in a tight hug, you stiffen.
"Thank you so much. I really owe you," she whispers.
The chasm of guilt inside you expands. You extricate yourself from her embrace with a clipped answer. "Please don’t."
Sabri snorts and rolls her eyes. "Why you always gotta be like this? It’s not that serious."
Ire burns in your throat, propelling heated words out of your mouth. 
"Not that serious…I just lied to your fiancé for you, Sabri!" you yell. 
She huffs and crosses her arms. "You don’t have to be so dramatic."
"Unbelievable," you scoff under your breath.
"Excuse me?" she retorts, squinting at you. 
Lifting your head, you look her straight in the eye.
"It’s always like this with you," you say, the clearness of your own words astonishing you. "You only care about yourself."
Shock paints itself on Sabri’s features, her mouth parting wide enough to catch flies. It only lasts briefly before her lips squeeze shut and she hisses, her gaze narrowed at you, "Well at least I’m not a stuck-up know-it-all."
"Sabri!" Ash shrieks, her hand flying to cover her mouth. 
Sabri shakes her head and sneers, "No, I’m sick of her. She’s always playing the fucking victim." She waves her hand in the air mockingly. "Boo is me. I have no friends. I’m anxious-this, socially awkward-that." A derisive laughter bursts from her throat. "It’s like…grow the hell up." 
She exhales and mutters so quietly, you almost don’t hear, "Don’t even know why Bucky insisted we bring you here with us. You always kill the fucking vibe."
Your chest pinches as tears prod the back of your eyes.
Bucky parts from the wall, dropping his beer on the kitchen counter before gingerly approaching Sabri. 
"Hey, we just don’t want to drive a wedge between you guys-" he begins, raising his hands. 
"A wedge? Please, she’s the one with the stick permanently stuck in her ass."
"Sabri, come on…" Ash tries to reason, reaching for her. 
But Sabri doesn’t stop, her words even icier than before. 
"We’ve been your friends," she says. "We didn’t have to hang out with your fat, loser ass but we did. The least you could do is show a little gratitude and not be so judgemental." Your vision starts to blur, everything in the living room becoming watery, smudges of color. Sabri flicks her hands dismissively. "Oh, please, not the fucking tears. You’ve got to be joking."
Bucky moves swiftly, his arm wrapping around Sabri’s shoulders. "That’s enough, Sabri," he says sternly. "I think you’ve had enough to drink."
"I will drink-" she protests. 
"It’s time for you girls to go to bed," Bucky cuts her off. He turns to Ash and smiles softly. "We have a guest bedroom you can use."
Ash nods, mouthing a 'sorry' in your direction before following Bucky as he leads Sabri away. She sags against him, barely standing on her legs. 
Wiping your tear-streaked face, you grab your phone and begin searching through your list of apps. 
This was the last straw. One of too many. 
"What are you doing?" Steve asks, his head tilting as he approaches you. 
You gulp down a tearful gasp. "I’m trying to call an Uber." You sniffle, fumbling with your phone, fingers quaking over the touchscreen. "A taxi, anything…it’s not working."
Steve crouches in front of you, gently prying your hand away from your phone and placing it on the coffee table.
"Oh, sweetheart, there’s no service here," he explains, rubbing his large hand up and down your arm as sobs shake your frame. 
Your eyes drift to his hopefully. 
"Can you drive me back? I can’t…I can’t stay here," you mumble.
Still dragging his hand over your arm in comfort, Steve’s lips lift in an apologetic smile. "With the snowstorm, it’s best to just stay here for now."
Your attention veers to the windows. Snow pellets clap furiously against the glass, the pitch blackness outside seeming to taunt you.
"I just want to go home," you confess. 
Steve's thumb presses circles into your skin through the fabric of your sweater. 
"Our home is yours as long as you need it, sweetheart." 
Steve fusses around you and you barely notice amidst your quiet sobs. He coaxes you to your side and drapes a fuzzy blanket over you. Too tired to argue, you let him. 
Bucky's silky voice surprises you when it ripples across your damp cheek. You didn't realize he'd returned. 
Warm liquid is nudged against your mouth. You blink in confusion as Bucky says, "It's just vervain tea. It’ll help you sleep, doll."
"I don’t want…" 
You move your head but Bucky cants the rim of the cup against your lips. The warm liquid trickles inside your mouth, sweet and instantly comforting. 
"You’re upset. I promise it’ll help. It'll all be better in the morning."
A sheet of weariness settles over you. You yawn, so so tired all of sudden. 
Bucky's voice comes to you, so far yet so close. Disembodied. 
"Sweet dreams, doll."
As darkness sweeps you in its tide, the last thing you register is a faint caress on your cheek, gone as soon as you feel it. 
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cissywritess · 1 year
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𝑪𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒉𝒆 | Three
Summary: You’re in your last year of high school, you want out of this town. It won’t be so easy when you got a stalker.
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Pairing: Dark!Stucky x reader
Warning: 18+ Contains Dark Themes, Do not read if you are a sensitive person. Always check warnings before reading any 18+ post.
Notes: This one was kinda rushed, my cat got spayed and I’ve been busy taking care of them.
You woke up, you then slowly start to remember the events that happened last night. Your eyes opened wide and you stood up. You looked around and were shocked you were in your room. You quickly ran downstairs to see if your mom was there. Fortunately, she was in the living room drinking. 
“Mom? Do you know how I got home last night?” you ask she didn’t even turn her head as she gulped down her drink. A second later she poured more alcohol into her glass. 
She didn’t say anything making you concerned, you walked in front of her. “Mom, you okay?” you didn’t say anything else before she started crying. You were taken aback at first, but you crouched down to make eye contact with her. “What’s wrong?” Your mother never cried not since your father died. 
“They’re gonna take care of you, take care of you the way I couldn’t.” she was nodding, you were lost but quickly assumed she was very drunk. 
“Okay Mom, why don’t you get to rest?” you suggested, but when you were gonna stand up she shook her head. 
“I love you, you know that right, even- even if I didn’t show it, they promised to give you a better life dear, promised to make you happy,” she said, okay now she was starting to scare you. 
“Mom, who promised?” right after you finished that sentence you saw Bucky and Steve come out of the hallway, your face switched from furrowed eyebrows to panic, you took steps back. Your mother didn’t even look surprised when they showed up, and you had a feeling she had done something. “what did you do,” you said, trying to sound brave. You didn’t look at her, your eyes were kept on them.
“She told you already,” Bucky stepped closer.
“Don’t make this hard Y/N,” Steve told you. Your mother stood up, 
“I can’t see this,” She stated and started to walk towards the front door but you stopped her taking her hand. 
“Mom don’t leave me,” you looked at her on the verge of tears. She shook you off and continued to walk, you tried to follow her but Steve and Bucky grabbed you holding you in place, just as she was about leave she gave you one last look.
You had to get out of here, you backed up quickly running upstairs you heard Bucky laugh as you entered your room locking it, you had to think of something fast. 
“A game of hide and seek sounds fun,” You heard Bucky saying. You tried to open your window but it was painted shut. You had no choice but to hide in your closet. 
“Your mom did put quite a show on, I would have probably believed it too,” You heard two pairs of steps walking up the stairs. You could feel your heart racing. “Sad she traded you for a couple of bucks,” You heard Steve. Tears spilled, you knew not to believe him at all, even if your mom wasn’t a saint, she still loved you. Your heart stopped, you heard one of them trying to open your door. 
The door slammed open making you jump, you covered your mouth and nose to stop breathing so loud, “Come out where ever you are,” You heard Bucky close to where you were, you felt like you could faint at any given moment. “Is she under the bed,” Bucky looked under there to see an empty space, “where could she be” 
Steve was also in your room getting the things that he’d seen you use. Bucky stalked over to the closet, “Maybe in here,” He opened the door to see you, “I found you,” he smiled, 
He then grabbed your arm roughly pulling you out, “you won’t like what I’ll do if you were to scream,” He warned, 
“what do you want from me,” you cried out making Bucky sigh in annoyance. 
“Patience Bucky,” Steve said still putting your things in a duffle bag.
“We love you Y/N, so much that we want you with us for the rest of our lives,” Bucky’s words horrified you, “We’re being nice we even gave you a chance to say goodbye to your mother, so this is how it’s gonna work, we’re gonna leave and we don’t want one word to leave your mouth until we get home understand,” Bucky didn’t need an answer he knew you won’t do anything fear covered your thinking. 
“Sweetheart, is there anything you’d like to take before we go home,” He asked, you didn’t say anything, even if you wanted to take something you wouldn’t have said it out loud. 
“guess not,” Bucky shrugged at Steve. 
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You tried to figure out where you were going but Steve kept taking so many turns, you knew you were out of town, very far out.  They had taken you to a cabin where it was only surrounded by forest trees and wild animals.
When you got there they lead you to a room, it looked almost like your room. “Here sweetheart you can decorate however you want,” he gave you the bag. When they left you dropped the bag and started crying, how could this have happened?
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imsonick · 2 years
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Imagine...
You are lady in waiting to queen Sarah in time when the king dies and New Kings Stucky are coming from they provinces to take over the throne. They have mistresses- but the queen dowager does not approve of them.
Suddenly you catch eyes of both of them with a little machination by the queen- she just want you to marry her sons.
But you are not so willing as the Kings would like, so it gets a little darkish...😈
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lillyoliviaaa · 10 months
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Their Perfect Angel 2
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Summary ~ Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes have always wanted someone that they can love, feed, bathe, look after. Their dream finally came true after they saw you. Their perfect angel.
You couldn’t remember that much after last night. The words “You are safe now” kept repeating in your head. How would kidnapping someone make them safe ? So many questions ran through your head, your heart was beating faster and faster by the second, your head was spinning. As you open your eyes, you realise that you are only in your bra and underwear and you were strapped to a chair in a sort of basement that looks like a nurses room.
“Hey Buck, she’s awake.” Bucky comes over and strokes your arm gently. “Hey baby doll, my name is Bucky and this is Steve but you will call me daddy and Steve Dada. Tears begin to spill at the words. “Hey hey it’s okay sweetheart you are safe now,” the blonde man says to you. The words keep repeating in your head. You want to scream but the pacifier gag is stopping you. You want to run but you are strapped in tightly. “First things first baby we are going to check you all over to make sure everything is okay,” the brown head smiles say to you giving you a warm smile.
“Buck why don’t you start up there and i’ll check down here.” Steve grins at the sight of you in your underwear, oh he can’t wait to suck and taste your pussy. You can feel your cheeks turning red from the humiliation, your strapped to a chair basically naked while your kidnappers check your body. “Right pretty girl let’s get you out of this bra.” You try to pull away but the straps are too tight. Bucky’s mouth starts to water as he sees your massive boobs. “Oh my god,” Steve and Bucky both say to each other. Bucky gets a surgical lamp to get a better look at them. “Very very healthy,” Steve says to Bucky. Bucky can’t resist anymore he latches onto your nipple and starts to suck on it like a baby. Tears steam down your face. He then starts playing with your nipples. “God she’s perfect Stevie.”
Bucky then strokes your hair to calm you down. “It’s okay princess there’s more fun to come.” You turn your head away from Bucky. How do they think this is okay ? “Once we are done we can take you upstairs and we can be a happy family, you’ll love it baby.” You shut your eyes again hoping it’s a nightmare and that you will wake up in your bed without people touching you.
“Okay angel, we are going to explore down here, nothing will hurt.” Steve smiles at you as he rubs your inner thigh. He rips off your underwear and grins at the sight of your pussy. “Fucking hell buck look at what’s ours now.” Bucky and Steve lick their lips in hunger. Your heart begins to race again you try everything to get out but you’re stopped when Bucky comes back over to you and holds you down. “None of that y / n calm down and be a good girl for us,” he says sternly. You turn your head away from him as tears pour out. Bucky gives you a sad smile as he walks back to Steve.
“Okay sweetheart, i’m going to put some cream on you to help us.” Bucky passes Steve a long swab and puts cream on the tip. Steve puts the cream on your nub and swirls it around. A pain you have never felt before escalators all around your body. To get your mind off the pain you see what Bucky is doing. Oh how you regret that. Bucky is putting lube in a plastic injection, he can see you looking at him so he comes over a places a kiss on your head. “This is going to feel a little bit uncomfortable but we need to do it.” You look at Steve hoping he would change is mind. He lets Bucky sits down on the chair which is placed in between your legs, he spreads your legs a bit more wider so that he can have the perfect angle.
“Take a deep breathe baby.” He then places the injection in your bum and holds down so that the lube can come out. He then sticks two fingers in your bum and fingers it. You start to hyperventilate until Steve comes over and attempts to distract you by playing with your nipples. Bucky then gets a toothbrush and brush all around your vagina. Your body shakes as Bucky puts it to high power. Steve grins at Bucky as he holds you down to keep you more secure.
Once Bucky is done, he sucks on your vagina, oh how this is how he imagined your pussy. He pulls back to see that you cummed again just from him sucking your pussy. Steve makes his way over and eats you down. Bucky can hear your moaning, he would take off the gag but he still can’t trust you. Steve starts to finger you harder and harder by the minute while Bucky get a vibrator out. He gives Steve the vibrator which is covered in lube to help you. Steve shoves it as far back as possible. They both lean against a wall and grin as cum pours out of your messy wet vagina. “After this we can have our go Stevie.”
Ten minutes go by and the two men can’t keep their hands off you. They storm over and take the vibrator out. Bucky and Steve strip each other naked and stroke each other. Your eyes hurt from crying. Your body feels like it will explode. Bucky comes over to you and whispers in your ear “It’s now our go to ruin you.” Whimpers, Tears, screams.
Steve lays on top of you giving it his all. “God buck she feels amazing.” Moans fill the room. “Come on cum baby, cum for daddy.” Steve shouts and moans. He rests his head on your boobs and licks your chest part after. Bucky unstraps you so that he can get under you. You jolt once you can feel something in your bum. You are sandwiched in between to super solider that are suffocating you. Steve and Bucky moan in unison as you begin to lose consciousness.
“Sleep baby, we will see you when you wake up.”
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apollonshootafar · 8 months
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To all fanfic writers esp from my fandoms (hotd and marvel) thank you SO MUCH for think about plots, characters and their personalities, histories, timelines etc AND writing them with such intrigue. Istg every single fanfic ive read is like an actual published book by acclaimed writers. You are so talented and so fucking cool to spend ur time so u can entertain less creative fans such as myself :) people may not comment or reblog ur posts and give u the love u deserve but just know ur works r fuckin awesome and u are too 🥹
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binkszamsstuff · 2 years
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Call me baby
Summary: you work in a night club as a waitress some how the most unwanted and unexpected happen. With a mob boss who's enchanted by you too a man ready to murder.
This story is set in the late 1960s, old Hollywood aesthetic blah blah.
Warnings: smut! Dark! Soft steve Rogers dark! Soft bucky barnes, anal sex (Male and male) pet names (baby, pretty baby, angel baby ect...), mention of pregnancy, kidnapping, mention of sex, Stockholm syndrome, . That's all I think?😤😵🤷‍♀️
Pairings: dark!stucky x virgin! Innocent! Sweet reader. (Steve and bucky are lovers as well. They had a pre-established relationship before they brought reader in.)
Part two!!
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The cloudy sky that blocked the light from The stars and the moon making the road hard to see. The air had a damp drizzle to it, your work uniform on as you speed walked into the building.
Tonight was going to be long. Your boss/friend Mr. Barnes it having a private party you have to work tonight. You amble through the night club. Making your way to the changing room putting your bag in your locker you quickly make you way to the private room.
In the room theres a round stage in the middle a pole stood in the center, the woman with no top on was warming up -miss natty they called her. She had long red hair that was flat and shiny, that would swing when she moved. She was the best out of all the dancers the men called her 'easy on the eyes' but her beauty was more then that. Like a million stars with golden rings, she was the most gorgeous girl you had ever seen. She was nice too, she helped you out all the time.
You and her were some what of friends. You knew why she was here, Mr. Barnes would only have miss natty dance in a private room when the 'big dogs' came thats what some people called them. They where mob men and as the best waitress, barnes wanted you to serve his best guests.
You've never done this before. You only started working here 2 months ago, Mr. Barnes was shocked to see how much of a good worker you were. Most girls who came into work in his club were slobs. He liked you so naturally he gave you the private room to work. Boy were you lucky and whoever got to work in the private room got triple the pay that night. Bucky didnt really tell people why he pays more if you work that room -but he really didnt need to, you and everyone knew why. The men who went in that room were mobs. Some men who walked in that room never even walked out.
That room was dangerous. Bucky didnt like to put his girls in their specially you of all people. The Innocent, shy, bookworm girl who just happened to be the finest girl in all the city. Boy bucky liked you, you worked hard, looked down and kept working. You didnt even get on his nerves etheir!
He talked about you alot, the boys had business tonight so steve buckys old time friend/lover decided it was time to see the star waitress, to fully make himself known. You waited in the corner where miss natty told you to wait. "Hey baby, you know the rules?" She asked one last time.
The rules:
1. Do not speak unless spoken too.
2.do not move unless told too.
3. Do what they say.
4.try to make little eye contact with them.
5. Once your done doing what they've asked you return to this corner and wait an till they need you once more.
6. Be as quick as possible and be CAREFUL.
"Yes ma'am" you squeaked, bucky had a rule: no waitress or dancer used their real name. It was for your safety. bucky and miss natty named you baby because they said your soft like one. It made you feel nice when they gave it too. Made you feel special because miss natty and bucky really didnt talk much to the others or did they care to give them nicknames. They just let the others pick what they wanted.
You waited and watched miss natty dance on the pole her tits on full display nothing covering her top half. The door swung open bucky and a group of men walking in laughing. The fear hit you, the panic was setting In. You really really didnt want to mess this up.
The men sat "baby come" bucky called to over to couch where all five men sat. Steve's eyes almost fell out at the sight of you. The soft blush on your gorgeous face, your hair flowing over your shoulders -the natural beauty that you held made him shiver. Your small figure and little hands holding the note pad for dear life.
"What would you like gentlemen?" You asked out in a soft small voice. Steve was enchanted by you. He could tell you didnt belong here, he could see the clouds of innocents flout around you. He wanted to take you away and he was going too. "coke and rum baby" tony mocked out in a charming tone. You nodded a shy smile on you face. God he was head over heals for you. "I'll take two shots" sam said with a toothy smile.
"Whiskey, baby doll" steve condefenitly spoke after, your eyes locked with his. You nodded before running off. "That the girl you keep yappin' about barnes?" Sam mused. "Yes that is, she's the best dame" bucky wasn't playing around they could just tell. "I'd like to feel her up" rumlow the man that they were about to do business with spoke up.
Steve hated the sonvabitc, but steve knew rumlow would make good dough so he let him in -but not without a watchful eye. Steve also hated they way he had talked about you.
You quickly walked in the door with a tray of drinks in your hand. "Thanks baby" bucky said with a wink. A light blush dusted your cheeks, Steve's eyes ran down your body saving the image of you for later.
You returned to the corner being mindful to be quiet and still as possible. Soon after the men started to work, talking back and forth yelling at one another. But out of the three hours they spent there two pair of eyes kept coming back to you. After they were done they stayed for drinks and dances by miss natty.
All truth be told bucky and Steve where in love. The moment you walked in that club their hearts where held in your hand, you were just to innocent to notice nor did they share. Steve listened to bucky go on and on about you for two whole weeks after your arrival. Then one night on his way to the private room he saw you. You were on your break sitting there staring off into space, your lips in a pout. Hair all smooth and shiny, steve must have been staring at you for awhile because bucky had to come looking for him. "Come on punk! Let's go!" Bucky called out while walking towards steve. Once bucky saw what Steve was so caught up in he smirked. "Who's that?" Steve questioned breathsly. "Y/l, y/l/n other wise own as baby. I named her that." Steve all but froze when he saw you, the cold mob boss was only this dazled by his boyfriend. "That's the girl you been talkin' my ear off about" steve asked his lover. "Yup" bucky grabbed Steve's hand and pulled him away. All that night and the rest of the week steve thought about you.
Bucky and steve both knew they wanted to have a third, a pretty little wife to come home too. So they decided it was you. Bucky was more relaxed -steve on the other hand not so much. He would follow you wherever you go and sometimes -well most of the times when they didn't have work bucky would come along too.
Both men watched you day and night. Day in day out, all around the clock. They knew you where the one they have been looking for. The mobsters wanted a family a beautiful wife to come home too, to make endless love with. Both men knew many woman would run from them not only because they were mobsters, but also because they are bisexual. They wanted a soft and understateding woman, to them both and love their love the two men share. Buck and steve always wanted little kids running around in a nice big house, playing and laughing as their parents watched. But their dream became better the more they watched the more they fell in love with you, your crazy laugh. Your stupid puns and jokes, your love for reading. How soft and sweet you are to all things, they loved everything about you even the things you hate about yourself.
So they planned to take you to buckys mothers childhood home to live. It was a nice one too a three story White House with a big porch and big yard.
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Miss natty was in the middle of a lap dance with a man named bruce he looked shy. "Pretty baby come here!" Bucky called you over. Steve and bucky where sitting off to the side away from the rest of them who where all gang banging miss natty now. You kept you eyes down to give them some respect and privacy even though they were having a five-some. You walked up to the men eyes down, trying block out the sounds of the men and miss natty moaning. Bucky patted his lap -you froze a little confused about what he wanted. "Oh look at my shy baby. Come on." He encouraged, steve sat with a smirk as he watched you sit on buckys lap.
Steve inched his way close to you, his hands running all over you. Buckys hands gripped your hips, slightly moving you back and forth over his hard member. "Baby doll, relax okay? It's just me baby. It's just us, your daddies" steve whispered in your ear.
"Your beautiful baby, you wanna go steady with us?" Bucky questioned out. "Mr barnes your my boss this isn't aloud" you spoke softly both men laughed at like you said something funny. "Oh you sweet sweet girl, you have no choice. Your ours." Steve said in between kissing your shoulders and neck. Steve stood up picking you in his arms. "Where you taking me! Stop!" You tried get away from him bucky grabbed you chin "baby dont worry an innocent little lady cant stay here while the pigs have their fun" shame rushed through you miss natty was not a pig "miss matty's not a pig that's not nice" steve snorted "yes she is. Look at her baby getting fucked in ass while choking on another man's dick. And the rest beatin' their meats. That ain't no lady"
You closed you eyes while steve locked your legs around his waist caring you out of the room. Steve walked back to buckys office he set you down on the desk. "Can I go home now?" You asked once they closed the door both men standing in front of you "sure baby doll" bucky picked you up this time "i-i can walk. Its okay" you politely tried to get out of his arms. "No. Stay still" bucky ordered fear ran in your head. He had ever once used that tone with you.
Once outside "alright you can let me go now, I have to get home" again the laughed like you told a joke. "Oh you silly girl, why would we have our sexy little baby walk back to our home?" Your blood ran cold "our?" You squeaked out, your doe eyes filled with fear.
"Baby doll we told you, your ours! Remember?" Steve said in sweet voice. They got in the black limousine. You kicked screamed begged them to stop. "Baby!! Stop right now!" Steve yelled in your face, tears ran down from you eyes. bucky shoved steve "way to go you made our girl cry. Ass." Once the door was closed steve and bucky started to kiss. The driver in the front rolled up the divider to give the three of you privacy. "I'm gonna fucky this tight ass" bucky mumbled in Steve's ear. Shock and horror filled you eyes.
What were they going to do too you? Yourself asked a million times. "Baby? I'm sorry I yelled. I just want my girl to be safe." Steve held your hands in his. You couldn't meet his eyes "I'm not your girl Mr. Roger's. I just met you" you softy told. A frown casted on both men's brow "baby we want you. We'll give you nice big house with us -we can take care of you. An innocent little lady like you shouldn't be working, you need us. And we love you all we ask is for you to love us back."
"O-ok" you said softly tears falling down your face. You knew you couldn't say no to them and if you did they wouldn't care. Both men smiled taking you in their arms. Steve's hands ran up your legs, rubbing your feet. Your head laying on buckys chest -him playing with your hair also leaving soft kisses on your neck and shoulder.
The warmth coming off of them made you sleepy also and the fact that it was now 3 in the morning. both watched as you slipped into dream land, small smiles on their lips. "We got our girl steve!" Bucky whisperer yelled "I know!" Steve said equally excited the two men shared a kiss. Tongue, and teeth bucky moaned into Steve's mouth hands wondering while you still slept peacefully in their arms.
The driver soon announced that they had made it to your new home. Steve carried you too the bedroom you all shared. They undressed you -eyes scanning over you hungrily both of them hard and having to hold themselves back from making love to you till you wake.
They dressed you in a nightgown both to caught up in your beauty to look away. Your hair softly flowing on the pillow case, your beautiful y/e/c eyes closed -gosh they could watch you for the rest of their lives. The moon light spilling in from the window is glowed on your skin. You looked so peaceful -you looked right where you belonged. With them.
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They both made their way to the bathroom connected to the bedroom. Smiles on their plump lips "I cant wait till we can feel her." Bucky said as he undressed himself steve already naked waiting for him in the shower.
"I cant wait Ethier, but till then you can fuck my ass." Steve whispered the last part in his other lovers ear while bucky stood under the water.
Bucky lips grew in a large smirk, bending steve over. Steve's hands on the tile while bucky pounded into his tight ass. Both men moaning out "I'm gonna fuck you till your raw stevie." Bucky groaned out as he quickened his pace. Steve's eyes rolling back when bucky snaked his arm around Steve's waist, grabbing his fat horse cock staring to jerk him off while he fucked his ass.
"Oh! Buck right there keep jerkin' me off. Come on handsome fuck my ass good" steve all but screamed out. Bucky pounded even more into steve while he moved his hand faster up and down Steve's cock.
Steve came in buckys hand moaning out his name mixed with yours. Bucky could feel the coil snap in him before he came in Steve's ass. Warm creamy cum shooting out of buckys fat dick leaking from Steve's tight muscle.
Soon after both lovers cleaned up and put pjs on. Making their way back to the bedroom both felt their heart melt at the sight of you. You were cuddled up in the warm blanket, snuggling in steve's pillow. Both mobsters slowly got in next to you steve pulling you close to his chest while bucky wrapped an arm around your waist. Subconsciously you snuggled your back into bucky nuzzling your face in Steve's chest.
"Look at her punk, she already loves us" steve murmured while he rested his head on yours. Bucky and steve could both smell you mango and lemon body wash. Your strawberry shampoo and pulm lotion. You smelled like heaven to them -no you are heaven to them.
To be continued...
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Part two!!
A/n: I think I will do a part two? Maybe who knows but I love dark soft bucky or steve with innocent/sweet reader.
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