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Hiya! Can I request something for the Mafia!AU? What if Reader is out on their own one day and gets kidnapped and Steve and Bucky save her? The more angst the better. ❤️

The One Weakness // Mafia!Stucky x fem!reader

A/N: Thank you so much for the request! And I can't thank you enough for the header as well!

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, angst, fluff, violence, blood & injury, kidnapping, hostage, restraints, drugging,  protective steve & bucky, oral (f receiving), overstimulated, multiple orgasms, praise kink, possessive

Words: 5.1k

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“I’ll be back in 15 minutes, it’s only down the street, I’ll be fine”, you had stated confidently to your boyfriend Steve, grabbing your purse and preparing to leave for the local coffee shop. Unbeknown to you however, this would be the last sentence you’d say before everything turned dark.

Steve had been adamant about someone accompanying you, it was a dangerous world after all, especially being the girlfriend to the Rogers mafia leader and the second in command. There was a target always hanging over your head and for the most part, there would always be a bodyguard by your side, either Steve or Bucky but most recently it had been Sam.

However today, everyone was preoccupied with the arrival of a new shipment and as you mentioned, the coffee shop was only a few minutes away.

This was your first mistake, that giant target didn’t take a break, there was never a moment where you weren’t in danger, therefore, you shouldn’t have even risked a second let alone a walk to the coffee shop. Your next mistake was the lack of vigilance. Of course, Steve and Bucky had trained you on what to look out for but as the years passed by, never having been alone, you weren’t ever having to look for trouble, that would be your bodyguard's job. Your negligence to this was your downfall.

Maybe it wasn’t as simple as the same car following you every day, no, in fact, they made sure to always have a new car so it wasn’t as simple to notice. Next, they made sure that they had different guards to sit and watch, once again making it more difficult for anyone to notice someone had been following you for a number of weeks. 

They didn’t make their move immediately, buying their time, waiting for the perfect moment and that came when you were on your way back, hands busy with carrying the tray of coffees for a few of the gang members. No one else was on the street, not until one of the men exited the grey van that had been sitting and waiting for you to be alone.

You didn’t even have a chance to scream. One moment you were smiling to yourself, thinking of your plans later to surprise Steve and Bucky with a certain costume, and the next there was a sharp, stinging sensation from your neck. The tray of coffee dropping to the floor was the last thing you saw as your body became heavy and you fell unconscious.

The world was spinning as you began to awake, feeling as if you were on a boat during a stormy day, causing your body to sway. A breathtaking migraine was causing your ears to pound from the effects of whatever drugs had been injected into your neck. Stomach felt unsettled by this motion, enough so that you gagged heavily causing your body to lean forward but nothing came up, especially as it would have had nowhere to go with the cloth stuffed in your mouth. It was tied around your head so tight that you couldn’t close your mouth and stretched the skin of your cheek, any saliva was caught in the cloth or dribbling down your chin, leaving your throat unbearably dry.

With each passing minute, you became more aware of what was going on, the adrenaline now pouring through your veins causing your body to uncontrollably shake, only to add to the anxiety. With these movements, you could feel the tight restraints of zip ties against your bare wrists and ankles, holding you to the uncomfortable metal chair.

There weren’t any other places that felt injured and you were still fully clothed, thankfully. Attempting to take the situation one step at a time, you concentrated on your breathing. Slow long deep breaths through your nose, reminding yourself thatyou were alive, you weren’t seriously injured, and you would get through this, if you lost control now there would be no hope.

How much time had passed? You were unsure but from the corner of your eye, there were still streaks of daylight through the open windows, a warm breeze brushing against your skin. Maybe a few hours had passed or was it a different day? 

This last thought had your stomach twisting further. Where were Steve and Bucky? Are you even in the same state anymore? The thought of how worried they’d be when you didn’t return from the coffee run had tears springing to your eyes, wishing to be with them so much that your chest ached.

‘Deep breaths’, you tried to imagine Steve was kneeling before you, in his low calm voice, he was always so good with calming your panic down. They would find you, that hope was still strong in your heart, they would do anything to find you. 

The next step was to see how secure your restraints really were, giving a hard tug, attempting to use the moves that had been taught to you all of those years ago. But you were not strong enough and with each attempt, the plastic rubbed against your skin until it was sore, you were thoroughly attached to the chair and going nowhere.

Glancing away from your bound wrists, you observed the room you were being held hostage within. It was difficult to do at first as the migraine caused bright lights to dance around in your vision but from what you could make out, there wasn’t much to note.

The room was bare, undecorated save for another chair, slightly dusty and there were two doors, one leading into the hallway and the other to a separate room. However, it was the person sitting in the other chair that had stolen your attention.

Helmut Zemo was sitting casually, knees spread wide, arm lazily hanging off the back of the chair, head tilted slightly to the side with a sickening smirk on his face.

“I’m surprised you haven’t started crying yet”. You were thankful for not crying yet, hating his assumption of your weakness and even though there was nothing more you wanted to do than cry, beg for your life, desperate to be home - this was something you wouldn’t do, needing to stay strong even if it wasn’t your first instinct.

Due to the gag still tightly wrapped around your face, you were unable to respond and simply held eye contact with him. This was where your first sign of weakness was revealed as you had to look away, deciding instead to stare at the floor, wiggling your wrists once more, ignoring the burning sensation from where the zip ties were rubbing.

Helmut’s chair creaked as he sat forward, grasping his hands together as he didn’t take his eyes off of you. “Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for this?”

Once again you didn’t respond. You’d heard about Helmut Zemo’s incident. Not only was he nearly arrested due to the actions of the Rogers mafia but all of their equipment had been stolen and used for profit by the orders of Steve, it was all business and something he’d down hundreds of times before, even if Helmut did have a reputation, that wasn’t going to stop Steve.

“Of course, you know”, he answered his own question, standing up now and taking a few small steps towards you, taunting your anxiety. It was almost impossible to hide your trembling body as he moved, eyes still glued to the floor, in your peripheral vision you could see his leather boots taking each step. “Your boyfriend has cost me a lot of money”.

“Ah, but it’s not just one boyfriend, is it? You’re also fucking his best friend”, as he finished his words, he squatted down, so you were both at eye level. Your entire body warmed in embarrassment at his words, hating the way in which he referred to your relationship with Bucky, degrading it.

“It’s getting boring having a one-way conversation”, Zemo muttered more to himself as he reached to undo the cloth around your head, pulling it free. It was instant relief being able to properly close your mouth, jaw aching slightly and finally being able to swallow.

“Do you know how long I’ve waited for this? Months. We’ve been tracking you closely, day and night but those overbearing scumbags wouldn’t leave your side for a second however, the waiting paid off because here you are!” Helmut opened his arms wide, causing you to flinch in response, assuming that he was going to hit you then after realising those weren’t his intentions, you felt shameful for showing weakness once more.

“So what is it then? Have you suddenly become mute? Let’s have a conversation, I want to hear you talk princess, I’m not going to hurt you”.

You almost wanted to laugh at his blatant lie, instead deciding to keep it coy, “likely story”.

Helmut’s smile beamed across his face, “Ah she speaks! What a joyous day indeed”. His arrogance was really starting to grate on you.

“You’re dead”. Your words were meant to be intimidating, showing no fear and in truth, he was more than dead when Steve and Bucky found him.

“See that’s just the thing Princess, I’m actually looking forward to meeting your beloved boys. Truthfully, I’m surprised they haven’t turned up yet, it’s already been 3 hours and I’ve even done them the courtesy of sending a little video of you to them, just for a little bit of motivation”.

Your heart was hammering in your chest, thoughts of Steve and Bucky watching a clip of you unconscious and tied to a chair, it was enough to feel sick once more. At least he answered the question as to how much time had passed.

Zemo continued on the one-sided conversation, “Now you may be wondering, why would I want the most prolific and blood-thirsty gang on my doorstep? That’s because I have their one weakness, you. Do you really think they’re going to come in here, all guns blazing with you in the firing line? I don’t think so. One wrong move and their precious whore will be dead, giving me the perfect opportunity to have them vulnerable”.

A wave of emotions poured through your mind. Burning anger, so sharp that you wanted to rip your restraints off and kill him yourself, even if you died instantly, you didn’t care, the safety of the boys was in danger. Then overwhelming anxiety, losing any ounce of control that you’d been desperately holding onto.

“You’re dead! They’re going to kill you-!” your outburst was cut off by Helmut rolling his eyes, lifting the gag up to your mouth.

“Yes yes, I’m a dead man walking, blah blah, I’ve heard it all before Princess. Now let’s have this conversation again whilst I’m standing over your boyfriend's bodies”. You shook and pulled ruthlessly against your restraints, crying out now in fear as he forced the gag into your mouth once more, tying it extra tight to make your eyes water further.

A single knock sounded at the door and Helmut clapped, turning towards it, “Ah finally! Let the show begin!”, he referred to the knock, as it was a sign that the enemy had arrived.

You truly felt like you were going to pass out with how heavy you were having to breathe to try and calm down, listening to the fight out outside of the door, hearing men and women in conflict from somewhere else in the building and the noise only grew as they got closer to the room you were being held in.

Zemo reached into his large coat, pulled out a handgun than without a rush, casually stepped behind you and out of view. Even though you couldn’t see him, the feeling of the cool metal against the back of your head was undeniable as he pressed the gun against you, waiting and waiting for Steve and Bucky to arrive. 

From the sounds of it, the men waiting outside of the door were quickly shot by the loud bangs followed by the noise of them slumping against the door just before it was pushed open.

You released a distressed cry at seeing Steve walk in first, blood splattered across his clothing, eyes ablaze in anger but also fear as he zoned in immediately on your form in the chair. The gun gripped securely in his hands was then pointing at the man standing behind you but he faltered as Zemo pushed his own gun further into your head so that you had to look at the floor once more.

Steve and Helmut took a second to size one another up before the man holding the gun to your head broke the silence with his arrogant tone. “Ah Mr Rogers, you’ve finally decided to join us?”

“Point that gun somewhere else, Zemo”, Steve's voice was firm and almost like ice.

“You see, I don’t think you are in any position to be giving me orders, Rogers. Not when this pretty thing here could have her brain splattered across the wall.”

You whimpered at his threat, still trying to pull your arms and legs free of the restraints, hoping for some miracle that one of them would snap.

“She has nothing to do with this-”

“That’s where you’re wrong! She has everything to do with this, in fact without her, I wouldn’t even be able to be in the same room as you to make my demands”. You could just about see Steve’s shoes from where your head was bent, watching as he tried to take a step forward but still didn’t drop his gun. “Not so fast, why don’t you start by unloading your gun and kicking it over to me”.

Steve made no move to unload his gun, instead continued the conversation. “Did you really think, taking what's mine, hurting her and holding her hostage was a smart move? I’m going to skin you alive Helmut, every single bone in your body is going to be broken for even thinking you could take her away from me”.

Your thundering heart thumped in your ears at his venomous words, knowing that he meant every single one of them.

“You see, how could that possibly be true when I’m the one with a gun pointed at her head, all it would take is one single shot and everything you ever loved would be a distant memory”.

Steve took a single step forward again at the threat. Your mind was in overdrive, knowing that if Steve got too close, it wouldn’t be you who would be dead but in fact him with Zemo’s plan. Steve was falling for the bait.

Unbeknown to you however, Steve had another plan that he was completing. Keep Zemo talking, distracted away from the windows that had Bucky silently climbing through, having scaled the side of the building.

Bucky’s footsteps were silent, only Steve knew he was even in the room as he kept his eyes trained on Helmut.

The first sign you had that Bucky was even in the room was when the gun was suddenly not pushing against the back of your head as Bucky tackled Zemo away, they collided bodies smashing into the spare door in the room, tumbling into the other room.

As the two of them continued to fight out of eyesight, Steve was kneeling in front of you in a single large step, his gun now lying in your lap as his hands cupped your cheeks to have you looking at him, his eyes a great deal softer than they had been upon entering the room. “It’s ok baby, I’ve got you, let’s get you out of here”.

Steve pulled a knife out of the sheath attached to his belt, nimbly snapping the ties off of your feet first, then your left wrist.

“Drop the knife”, Helmut ordered, entering the room once more, gun raised and pointing towards you, with Bucky nowhere to be found. Zemo was now bleeding from multiple scratches on his face, eyes seething.

You thought for a moment that you were going to be sick at not seeing Bucky coming out of that room, what had happened to him? Steve and Bucky were almost invincible in your eyes with the number of fights or trouble that they’d been in, never once losing but now, the horrifying thought crossed your mind that they might have met their match.

Steve dropped the knife, holding his hands up as he looked at the gun and then behind Zemo, looking for Bucky as well, nostrils flaring when Bucky didn’t come out.

“Move away from her”, Zemo continued to instruct, stepping further into the room and towards you. Steve didn’t move immediately, taking a second to get his bearings and to stand, moving like he was going to step in front of you and the gun but Helmut only waved the gun further in your head’s direction, showing that he shouldn’t make such a move.

Through this interaction, your thoughts were heavily on the gun that was lying in your lap. You’d been trained how to use one, but with the intention of never actually having to use one in a life or death situation, the niavety of one of the gang members always being around was a fool's mistake to make. The thought of hurting someone was horrific but in this situation, Steve’s life on the line and Bucky nowhere to be seen, you had to make a split-second decision, hoping to god that this wasn’t the wrong one.

As Steve continued to stare down Zemo, the later who had been staring at you with his gun trained, made the mistake of looking at your boyfriend which meant you could move quickly before he reacted.

Making a split-second decision, with your left hand that was not restrained anymore, you picked up the gun, pointed it towards Helmut and shot. It hit him in the side, not enough to kill immediately but the shock had him faltering for just one single moment which was enough time for Steve to take the gun off of you, and fire five more rounds into Helmut’s head and chest.

Zemo collapsed to the floor dead.

Steve was once more kneeling in front of you before you could process what had happened, cutting free the last restraint and easing the gag out of your mouth. With a gentle touch, Steve cupped your cheek, turning your face away from the sight of the dead man, so that you could look at him. His entire demeanour was different now, there was no sign of anxiety or anger, just a relaxed facial expression.

“Don’t look at him, you’re safe now my love, let’s get you out of here”, he tried to encourage you to stand but there was only one person in your thoughts right now.

“Bucky”. As soon as you’d ushered the name, you were out of your chair, stumbling slightly from the aftereffects of the drugs, Steve was there to catch you though, aiding in your journey into the other room. “Bucky!” you shouted desperately having stepped over Zemo’s corpse and into the other room, seeing Bucky lying on his front, unmoving, a wound at the back of his head from where he’d been hit with the broken vase that scattered across the floor.

In an instant you were crying as Steve crouched next to his body, the stiffness returning to his features, hands shaking slightly as he reached to feel for a pulse, sighing dramatically when he felt a strong one. “He’s alive”.

Steve helped you to turn Bucky onto his back, careful with his head wound as Steve ripped off one of his sleeves, using it to apply pressure against the spot to stop the bleeding. There you lay with his head in your lap, one hand holding the compress and the other stroking his cheek.

Not long passed before his body began twitching and his eyes drifted open, staring up into yours, a sly smirk spreading across his face. “Hey Doll” he croaked.

You couldn't hold back the sob as you leaned down to kiss his forehead tenderly, the ordeal was over, and you were safe.

Eventually, after much argument about going to the hospital or the office, Bucky was helped out by Steve as you followed behind, stepping over the countless bodies that littered the corridors from Zemo’s group. Almost shouting in relief at seeing Sam waiting by the car, instantly running up to him and accepting a hug that melted away the tension in your muscles. They had decided to go to the office where Bucky could be stitched up, he didn’t want to mess around with hospitals.

As this was happening, Steve thoroughly checked every inch of your body for any injuries, noting the pinprick hole in your neck that was tender to the touch due to the injection and where the zip ties had been on your wrists and ankles had caused the skin to bleed slightly. Carefully, he wrapped each other them, his large fingers delicate and then finally, the three of you were ready for home, beyond exhausted.

Steve refused to leave your side, even for a second as he helped with changing your clothes. You couldn’t get out of your clothes quickly enough upon entering the bedroom, needing to shower desperately to get rid of the essence of the day but not being able to due to the bandages. Instead, you opted for a fresh pair of underwear and one of Bucky’s old graphic t-shirts that had seen better days.

Said man was sitting on the bed, massaging his temple for the lingering headache that he had from being hit around the head by the vase. As Steve finally peeled himself away, you saunter over to Bucky, standing between his legs and allowing him to nuzzle into your stomach, both of his hands cupping around your back as your hands ran over his shoulders, holding him close.

Neither of you said a word, nothing needed to be said and if you thought about it too much, you were certain to have a mental breakdown so you tried to keep the mental barrier up for another day. Just need to be in the moment, and feel that you were very much alive and in the embrace of the person you loved.

Steve's body warmed you from behind as he joined, wrapping his arms around your middle to lay one hand on your chest and the other on  Bucky’s shoulder, needing to feel each other at this moment. Forgetting about the world, and trying to remember that this was real and everyone, other than the injuries, were alive and safe in each other's touch.

In all honesty, you were more than prepared to stay like that all night but as you glanced down at Bucky and saw the dressing on his wound, you decided he needed to rest. “Come on Buckaroo, you need to get some rest, I think we all do, let’s lie down.”

He did as instructed without a single word, helping you onto the bed, allowing you time to get comfortable in the middle of the bed so that he could then lay his head on your stomach, arm draping over your hip. Your fingers played with the short hair from where it wasn’t covered by a dressing, watching as Steve knelt on the soft bed, hands wandering up your bare legs until he was sat between them, staring at you both.

“I know we’re all tired but I need to just say this. What happened today, will not ever happen again. You will never be in harm's way and I can promise that you are safe with us. There is nothing I wouldn’t do to find you, I’d walk across the world to find you again so even if things feel dark, I will always find you.”

A lump formed in your throat as you looked at the intensity of Steve’s gaze down at you, you knew his words were true, but never doubted for a moment the length that he would go to, to get you back. You were unsure as to what to say, fearing that you may cry so you simply whispered the words, “I know”.

He nodded his head relieved, hands trailing delicately over the sensitive skin of your thighs. “Good. You’re always my priority” he muttered to last words as he towered over Bucky to kiss your lips softly before sitting back on his knees between your legs, glancing down to your underwear-covered centre.

On instinct your hole was clenching in arousal at the stare, biting your lip as his fingers drifted closer. “Bucky needs to rest”, you whispered, still stroking through the brunette’s hair, wanting nothing more than to fulfil whatever Steve had in mind but also sometimes moments like this took away rational thoughts, trying to have Bucky’s welfare in mind and not wanting him to be left out.

The man lying on your stomach began to respond, his voice vibrating through you, “I think what Steve has in mind won’t be too strenuous for me, mama”.

“How is having sex not strenuous?” you asked, body flushing with heat as Steve’s fingers hooked into the waistband of your underwear.

“Because we are not having sex, this is only about you. After today… I just- I need to taste you, feel you against my fingers, my tongue, need to hear you happy and crying out our names, because you’re OURS. I need you to feel good so you’re going to lie there as I make you feel good, I don’t want you to worry about our needs, just your own”.

The flimsy material of your underwear snapped beneath his fingertips and you made no move to stop him, watching through heavy eyelids as he lowered his body until he was lying on his front. Tentatively, he places both of your legs over each of his shoulders, hands cupping around your thighs and holding you in place.

From his position, you couldn’t see his face anymore as he descended lower, with Bucky in the way who was watching everything closely, his metal arm reaching for both of your hands to hold them both down onto the bed so that you were entirely at the mercy of them both.

First, you felt Steve’s warm breath against your folds, this had your breath hitching slightly with anticipation. Then it was his glorious tongue, delicate at first, trying to map out your cunt by exploring every area, tickling the nerves and drinking the juices that had begun to form. He lapped up everything you had to offer, not moving to penetrate just yet but instead, dancing over your clit in different rhythms. Making sure to truly build up your arousal, back and forth, in a circle, spelling your name with the tip of his tongue.

You were already breathing hard causing Bucky’s head to dip up and down but he didn’t mind, loving the desperate little noises that were coming out of your mouth. Steve was a master at work, not rushing to do anything, his eyes were closed as he memorised every single way that your body moved, and clenched, and the moans of his name were his particular favourite.

“Please, please don’t stop”, the sensation in your cunt was clenching harder, your orgasm so close to reaching its peak. Steve didn’t stop his movements, and kept at his steady pace, knowing it was driving you crazy but it was well worth it when your cunt suddenly began to spasm against his chin as the orgasm tipped you over the edge.

Your eyes were glazed over as he gave you 30 seconds to recover, a happy grin celebrated on your face, expecting Steve to crawl up the bed but he didn’t, he stayed exactly where he was, in between your legs.

His long, warm tongue was suddenly breaching your hole, once again licking up all the juices that had leaked out of you, his nose knocking into your clit, causing your head to tip back as you released an almighty cry of pleasure. Everything was slightly sensitive post orgasm but it was perfect.

Steve was a man on a mission, seeing just how many orgasms he could get from you with just his lips, tongue and teeth, nipping every so often against your precious clit, loving the way you squirmed. It felt like he’d been doing it for hours, unsure how he was even able to carry on without getting an ache in his jaw but he never stopped, not even for a break as continuous orgasms were being drained from you.

All the whilst, Bucky had begun to praise you endlessly, still watching his friend closely from where he lay on your stomach, your arms still very much pinned to the bed.

“You’re doing so good for him, mama”. “Is he making you feel better? Tell me how good he’s making you feel”. “You look so beautiful with Steve’s tongue in your cunt, our beautiful girl”.

With each praise, your cunt was clenching viciously around Steve’s tongue, they both knew exactly what they were doing to you, making you feel like the most beautiful girl in the world all whilst only pleasuring you, never expecting anything back, it was pure perfection.

Eventually, your speech was being more slurred and your head lolling to one side as your energy was drained from feeling so good, they knew you were reaching your end soon. “One more baby, let me just see and hear one more orgasm, you’re doing so well”. It was Steve this time to speak, his voice silky from between your legs.

You cried out as his lips formed a seal around your clit, sucking on it hard and both men had to really try to hold you down as you let out a deep scream that ached your throat. It was the most intense orgasm yet, your mind absolute mush as you were also certain you’d squirted slightly over Steve’s face from the chuckle from Bucky, his praises increasing as Steve desperately licked up every drop he could find.

“Alright baby, we’re stopping, that’s a good girl”, Steve encouraged, easing your floppy legs it felt like your clit was slightly swollen as you bought your legs together for a second, everything was so sensitive that you had to keep your legs apart.

Steve finally crawled up the bed, his face red and chaffed slightly but he didn’t care, the broadest grins across his face as he settle an arm underneath your head, lying on his side next to yours. Glancing down, you’d notice the wet patch on his underwear from where he had come just from watching you cum.

Bucky remained where he was, lying on your stomach the grip on your arms relaxed now but you didn’t make any attempt to move them, already trying to fight off sleep long enough to say, “I love you both, so much and nothing would ever change that”.

Steve smiled softly against your temple, “we love you too.”

#mafia steve rogers #mafia bucky #mafia au #steve rogers smut #steve rogers one shot #bucky barnes smut #bucky smut #bucky barnes one shot #bucky one shot #marvel smut #marvel one shot #steve rogers #bucky #marvel #mine*

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Otpcutie's aro creations

Note: I envision my characters as being on the aro spectrum 99% of the time. When I write romantic ships it's usually their first and only time experiencing that kind of attraction (demi/grey/ect). I've also written dynamics that are v much up for interpretation as to whether or not they're romantic. However, the works below feature characters I've explicitly written or portrayed as aro.

Moodboards/aesthetics:

Aromantic Natasha Romanov aesthetic [AroAllo Domme!Natasha]

Aro(ace) Jughead Jones aesthetic

AroAllo Bucky Barnes aesthetic (AU: Sweet Surrender)

Harry Potter AU: Aromantic Author!Harry

Nebularomantic Aro Tony Stark aesthetic

AroAce Yelena Belova aesthetic

AroAce Coraline Jones aesthetic

Fanart:

Aro Jughead Jones (Archie comics) [Aro(ace) Jughead]

Wobble [AroAce little!Tony from my fic Daddy's Little Honey Bear]

Fics:

Sweet Surrender [AroAllo Bucky]

Summary (Stucky, M, 3.3k): Steve and Bucky end up in bed together, after Steve goes on a bad date.

Contains: friends with benefits, platonic affection, fluff, Aromantic Bucky, AroAllo Bucky, service top Steve, Dom Bucky, smoking kink (more on AO3)

2. Daddy's Little Honey Bear [AroAce Tony, in a QPR with Steve]

Summary (Stony/Stucky, M, 12k): Tony has been working too hard, so his Daddy (Steve) ensures he takes a break and enjoys some little time. Bucky comes home early to spend time with them as well.

In this fic Steve, Bucky and Tony are in a polyamorous V relationship with Steve as the hinge. (Steve/Tony are in a QPR and nonsexual Cg/l dynamic. Steve/Bucky are married.)

Contains: nonsexual Cg/l (Daddy Steve and little Tony), fluff, affection, aroace Tony, QPR, polyamory, found family, little space (more on AO3)

...I'll add more to the list as I go!!

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#aro week #aroallo #aroace #aromantic #aromantic week #aspec feels #otpcutie #otpcutie talks #otpcutie fics #otpcutie art #otpcutie moodboards

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Doll - Part 1 (Stucky x Reader)

Doll Part 1 - The beginning // Doll Masterlist Stucky x Reader Bodyguard AU  Warnings: none

Summary: You are full of surprises, and your new bodyguards don’t know what to think about you.

A/N: So, I changed a few things, and it means a new start. I’m sorry if somebody preferred the previous chapter, but I feel much better about this story. Well, I hope you will like it too.

The room is quiet. The only thing you can hear is the boiling of your blood. Your father's words still echo in your ear.

Bodyguards. Fucking bodyguards.

You don't even waste your time looking at them. Your eyes are on your father, who looks back at you waitingly. The pen in his hand clicks every few seconds. The annoying sound drives you crazy. Taking a deep breath, you turn your head away from him. You drag your attention to the bookshelf, reading the familiar titles again and again until you are sure you can speak without losing control over your emotions.

"I don't need them," you speak up after a while. Your voice is dry and stoic. Your expression is the same. "I already decided, Y/N," your father answers, leaning onto his elbows on his desk. The dark blue suit stretches on his shoulders. The grey in his hair gleams under the filtering lights through the window behind him. "You should have asked me," you grunt out, jaw clenched. "Not when you live under my roof," he says back, making you roll your eyes. Of course, he says that. "Then I don't know why I am here," you answer, tilting your head. Your eyes are on the books again. There is a family picture on one of the shelves about you and your parents in Disneyland. There is a Mickey Mouse hat on your head. "I wanted to introduce you to them," he replies, glancing at the men behind you for a second. "Well, you did," you tell him, standing up from your seat. "Can I go now?" "Y/N..." Your father starts, but you cut in. Your voice is sharp and impatient. No, you don't want to hear his excuses. "I don't care," you scoff. "I will go now."

You know what your new bodyguards may think of you. An ungrateful brat. A spoiled little girl with anger issues. You don't care about their thoughts. They wouldn't understand anyway.

You hear their steps as they follow you. You have to force yourself not to turn back to them with a glare because they follow your father's instructions.

You are not angry because of the new bodyguards. Or at least not entirely. You are fuming because your father always does this. He plays with the big bad wolves, not caring about the cost you have to pay for it. And it is always your freedom and free will.

You grew up like this, under your father's orders. You couldn't go to school because it wasn't safe. You couldn't make friends without your parents' permission, and you couldn't learn whatever the fuck you wanted to because it wasn't about business. And now you have bodyguards.

Fucking bodyguards.

While you make your way to your car, the men stay behind you. They look at each other every now and again with a tired expression. You are like the others; a spoiled brat with too much money.

"I will go get a coffee and go to work," you inform them, not even bothering to look back. "I will be back at noon." "Your father told us to go with you wherever you go." You scoff. "Then where are you going?" They stop at your question, frowning. They are tall and broad. "We will follow you," the brunette answers, pointing at the black car with his car keys. They look at you like you are the crazy one. "Yes," you scoff again. "Because it will be good for the environment." "We won't go with your car," Steve is the one who answers this time. He is blonde with a clean-shaven face and long eyelashes. His crystal blue eyes swap over your small car. They would look in it like the clowns in those miniature cars. Ridiculous. "Of course not," you roll your eyes, still following them to their black vehicle.

The way to your favorite coffee shop is quiet except for the feminine voice of the GPS. Bucky sits behind the wheel. He has messy brown hair with slight stubble, hiding his chiseled jaw. When the car stops in front of the coffee shop, you get out without a word and are ready to disappear behind the entrance door, but you freeze in the middle, letting an older lady in before you. "Thank you, dear," she says, smiling up at you warmly. She doesn't seem to notice the focused frown on your face. "Damn it," you whisper to yourself, letting the door close behind the lady as you turn back to the car. The men in the car are watching you, confused. What's your problem? You stop at the car's window, knocking on it impatiently until Steve rolls it down. "Do you want coffee?" You ask them. Your tone is harsh in contrast with your polite offer. You confuse them more and more with every minute. "A latte would be good for both of us," Steve replies after a glance at Bucky. His words are unsure as he looks back at you and your sullen expression. Without saying anything else, you disappear into the shop, buying the coffee and a few sandwiches. When you get back to the car, they still seem uncertain as they thank you for the drink. "Don't throw the cups away," you tell them. "They are reusable." The travel cups with the shop's logo look like small thermoses. "And where now?" Bucky asks, trying to move on. "To the dog shelter," you inform him. "It's on the other side of the city." Steve and Bucky look at each other again while you are busy with your own drink. "So, do you work at the shelter?" Steve asks, trying to stir a conversation to get to know you better. They had enough surprises for today. "Well, I get paid," you reply, shrugging. "But it's more symbolic." "We were informed you work for your father's business." "I help him out from time to time," you answer. "But I prefer the shelter."

Steve and Bucky have no idea what to do with you. Your behavior is annoying, but at the same time, you seem... kind. Your face and voice are rude, but you offer them coffee, and you work for almost nothing to help dogs.

"I hope it's okay if you get dirty," you tell them. There is a mocking edge in your words. "We need people to clean the kennels."

They let you have fun, thinking you make them uncomfortable, but in reality, helping animals seems like a good way to spend their time, even if they have to do it in suits. Cleaning is nowhere as bad as some things they had to do before.

You can hear the barks even before you see the shelter. The main building is almost at the entrance gate with kennels and fenced areas behind it. When you arrive, the owner is already waiting for you. "And you brought volunteers," she says happily, and you can't help but snicker. "Yes," you nod, hugging her. "They are the new volunteers. You will see them a lot from now on." There is a mocking glint in your eyes again as you turn to your bodyguards. "They are Steve and Bucky," you tell the woman at your side. "And she is Ellie. She owns the place." "We are always glad for the help," she says, already ordering the men around towering over her. Her gray hair is in a messy bun, and you are sure she is much older than it seems at first glance, but she never revealed her age. "And you can continue your work with Mikey, right?" She says, turning to you now. "Yes," you reply, nodding. "Will you be fine? Boys?" Bucky frown at your last words but nods anyway.

For the next few hours, you barely see your bodyguards while you are busy with the sandy brown mix in one of the fenced areas.

The boy, Mikey, was brought here a few months ago. His owners gave up on him, saying he was aggressive and untrained. You started working with him immediately, hoping that with some help, he is going to find a new family thanks to his young age.

"He is Mikey?" Bucky asks, stopping at the fence. He leans against it, watching the dog sitting at your legs. He took off his black suit, pulling the white shirt's sleeve up to his elbows. "Yes." "What's his story?" "His family gave up on him, saying he is aggressive." "He seems fine," he replies, shrugging. "He is," you nod. "He wasn't aggressive. He is just too bossy for his own good." The brunette chuckles at that. A smirk pulls on his pouty lips as he looks up at you from the dog. "Is he?" "Oh, just shut up," you scoff with furrowed brows when you understand his comment. "I bought sandwiches if you are hungry. Go and eat instead of tormenting me." He hums as an answer, but at least he leaves you alone.

While you are busy with the training, your bodyguards sit at the wall of the main building, watching you from the distance. "What do you think?" Bucky asks between two bites. "I have no idea," Steve snorts. "She is too bossy for her own good," Bucky answers, still watching you while the blonde nods in agreement. "We worked for people like her before." "No," the brunette shakes his head. "Not like her."

#stucky imagine #stucky x reader #marvel imagine #avengers imagine #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers imagine #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #bodyguard au

[frostironfudge]

Hide Your Lies - Mafia!Bucky, Mafia!Steve x Reader One Shot (Smut)

Summary: Steve and Bucky run the mafia of the town, being with them gets anyone, anything they want. You catch their eye, and they want you. However, the three of you are hiding behind lies, waiting to be told.

Pairing: soft dark mafia!Bucky Barnes x Plus Size!Reader, soft dark mafia!Steve Rogers x Plus SIze!Reader, Stucky x Plus Size!Reader

Warnings: MINORS DNI, Mafia dynamics, shameless smut, werewolves, werewolf dynamics, dub con, angst, hurt/comfort, double penetration (not anal), p with plot, slight dumbification kink, authority kink, dom-sub dynamics, soft doms, aftercare, threesomes, bucky and his knife, edging, fingering, thigh riding, canon level violence, kidnapping of the reader, feral bucky and steve, marking kink, breeding kink, lovebites, badass reader, graphic descriptions of violence (none to to the reader), hair-pulling, hand kink, nipple play, possessive behaviour, some fat shaming comments are said to the reader by secondary characters, praise kink, food used in the bedroom (strawberries, i'm staring at Bucky and you will too, menace this man is a menace, i love him)

Word Count: 9.6k Dividers: @firefly-graphics

A.N: this my submission for @boxofbonesfic ‘s #Beastyoumadeofme22 challenge, honestly their prompts make me run wild with what I write. I’ve used The Hills - The Weeknd from the song list that was provided, the song was on repeat every-time I worked on this fic, so I think my spotify wrapped will be changing lol. Also please let me know your feedback and if I’ve missed any warnings so i will add them, happy (smutty) reading! (Also Bucky Barnes having a knife in his hand I almost went off a tangent and lets just say I may explore that idea later). Thank you for letting me participate!

Main Masterlist || My AO3

Now.

their eyes are on you. every movement tracked. every breath counted. every sip or bite of a morsel noted. 

“how is she fairing?” 

“limited eating.”

“we need her fed but weak enough.”

“i know.” 

the conversation isn’t unknown, same sentences every damn day, as clockwork. 

how long has it even been? a week? two? three? 

the small window in the top corner greeted the cold room with sunshine, illuminating the flecks of dust floating freely. 

a luxury in your eyes now. 

the men leave, you predict their imminent return at dusk. 

when darkness blooms across the window and the smell of the night blooming jasmines creep along the edges of the moonless night. 

the men return, a woman in tow. 

you keep your eyes on the small window, your visual gateway to the world once harboured. 

the clang against the metal makes you flinch, a powdery scent cascades as the woman seats herself on a folding out chair. 

“you haven’t been eating.” she states. 

you lick your lips, the dryness upon them rubs against the flesh of your tongue, with hints of the metallic taste from the cut upon your bottom lip. 

“nor will you answer the questions.” she states again. 

“we have several ways to make you speak, if you continue this childish behaviour.” the man steps forward, a wicked smile gracing his greying features. 

“we just want to know about them.” the woman asks of you again. 

you sigh. eyes shifting to her. she tucks her blonde hair back, eager to see you might speak. 

you stare silently instead. 

the man stomps over to you clutching your hair pulling you up, tears prick at the ripping of strands. 

“speak or we can get you to speak.” he spits the words, throwing you back down. 

“they watch.” you murmur, giving them something. 

“what and who do they watch? you must tell us, we can keep you safe.” the woman assures, you begin to laugh, the cut on your lip stings as they extend into a smile. 

“they watch us all.” you keep the glee ever present as they exit heads shaking at the meagre information. 

your eyes return to the window, two sets of eyes watch you, one houses a grim expression, the other stares at you in concern. 

Then.

these roads were a one way ticket to success or to ruin. yet your steps echo in your ears as you traverse to the home rather mansion that resides upon the foot of the quaint hills. 

a floral scent lingers in the air, getting stronger as you draw closer to the short flight of stairs. 

the crescent moon watches over you, the music now louder, faintly the bass causes vibrations to the metal railing. 

the door opens to smoke, liquor and cheers of strangers. 

you smile at the drink offered upon entry throwing the hard liquor back, easing your nerves. 

two men stand upon the table as the music lowers in volume. 

“so those fuckers—,” the shorter haired brunette but built man sways as he speaks, a grin on his chiseled face. 

“those stupid fuckers, tried to put Barnes and Rogers behind fucking bars and watch us fall!” the brunette watches with elation at the uproar of rage in the crowd. 

the blonde haired man, having the larger chest between the two raises his hand the crowd quiets in the slightest. 

“but you know us, we never let anything of worth go, nor do we let our enemies walk away. raise your glasses, for we have expanded territory.” 

“to Steve” the brunette raises his glass towards the blonde man 

“and to James.” the blonde raises his glass to the brunette the crowd is in cheers once more. 

the uproar is louder than before, drinks sloshed, the blonde man grabs a woman and they share a kiss, she pulls away, with a heady grin. of course she just has the chance at all they promise. 

you watch on, after all they are the two you know who hold power in this city. 

the two disappear, your gaze searches for them, only to fail. 

you swallow the remainder of your drink, moving to the centre, bodies move against you as the smoke and haze create the illusion of a memorable night.  

you move with the man dancing behind you his hands on your waist, you turn, back against his chest. 

Steve catches your gaze, you raise your hands encircling around your partner’s neck, but your eyes remain on Steve as he watches, a smug grin on his face. 

he licks his lips, raising his right hand, two fingers curl, beckoning you closer. 

you comply. 

Steve has his bottom lip between his teeth, slowly releasing it when you come closer. 

“we usually do not let in new faces.” he guides your hand around his neck, you shift closer standing between his legs. 

you lightly tug on the strands of his soft hair. He hums. you wonder how it would sound if he was laying next to you in the quiet of the night. 

“why not make an exception?” you ask, gazing up at him.

“you’re here to get ahead aren’t you? more than half of them are, what makes you so different?” Steve’s other hand, pushes your hair back, fingers curving around your jaw, slowly turning your face as though examining an artefact. 

“what makes you oh so special for us?” James whispers, teasing goosebumps raise upon your neck at his warm breath. his hand on your left hip. fingers softly digging into the flesh. when did he appear you fail to realise. 

“you want me to plead my case?” you question, tilting your head to gaze at him. 

“something like that,” James’ nose brushes along your neck, his eyes on Steve, who nods, a smirk on his face. 

you whimper and tug harder on Steves hair when James nips at the base of your neck. 

“we aren’t very patient men, doll.” Steve reminds you of the impending question. 

“these people are fleeting, they’ll take once and give once. i’m willing to remain.” you voice your proposition. 

The music fades into background. 

“is that what you want?” James has a deep baritone as trails his fingers down your thigh.

“to be bound to us?” Steve moves the hand on your jaw as his index and middle fingers trace over the neckline of your outfit, over your breasts. 

He smiles appreciatively as your nipples harden. 

“by flesh and flesh only.” they speak in unison, their warmth making you glow, you’re flush between them, feeling their desire against your abdomen and back. 

their hands wandering over your needy skin. 

“we need an answer, sweetheart.” Steve chastises, continuing to explore your flesh. 

you find both of them are tracing your inner thighs. 

“by flesh and flesh only.” you repeat. 

“such a good girl.” Bucky praises. 

their middle fingers trace over the wetness pooling, your hips move, needy. 

“would you look at that Steve?” Bucky says in marvel almost. 

“so responsive, Buck.” Steve hums, you preen, feeling yourself turn slicker. 

the fabric of your panties tears at their mercy, Bucky’s fingers trace over your folds, while Steve circles your clit. 

they glance at each other, your hand shifts around Bucky’s neck, clutching at his hair. 

two fingers enter you, you tug on their hair biting back your moans. 

“we prefer to hear those pretty sounds.” Steve reprimands with a tug on your clit he plunges his fingers back inside, Bucky lazily moves his finger in sync with Steve. 

you let go of your bottom lip, your moans louder and needier as their pace increases. Steve circles his thumb around your clit, Bucky tugs on your nipples through the fabric of your dress. 

“we’ll make you feel so good, so full, you want it all don’t you?” Steve questions pinching your clit as your hips stutter. You nod, your words turning into moans. 

“you’re close aren’t you, doll?” Bucky’s fingers are thick and deep, tracing over your walls for that spot that will have you fall apart for them. 

You nod, their names tumble from your lips as a prayer it only urges them on to quicken their actions, 

“how do you think she will taste, Steve?” 

“oh we will have a taste once we make her cum all over our hands. You would do that for us sweetheart? look at her chasing for her release.”

“good girls ask permission to cum.” Bucky tugs on your nipples, you only whimper in response, the coil in your stomach tightening. 

“and when good girls behave they get rewarded.” Steve adds, through the haze of their movements you find your voice. 

“please, please let me cum.” your words choke as you moan when Bucky’s fingers graze over your gspot.

The brunette grins wickedly at Steve as he keeps his calloused digits brushing over your gspot. 

“Should we let her cum, Buck?”

“I don’t know,” Bucky’s tone is teasing as his fingers relentlessly keep hitting the spot, “I think we should.”

At his agreement, the coil snaps within you as you gush all over their fingers with a loud moan, their fingers continue to pump in and out of you riding out your orgasm. 

“so fucking pretty falling apart for us.”

“such a good little girl.” 

your eyes squeeze shut, breathless and all at once the music around you returns to full volume. 

The two of them hum in delight, curiously you open your eyes watching them lick their fingers clean. You feel your clit pulsate. 

“We’re just getting started, sweetheart.” Steve promises. 

From that night what bloomed and bound you to Steve and Bucky only had them even more so addicted to you. 

Everything you point at you were given and what you did not point to also kept within palm’s reach. 

The nights belonged to them, as they pleased. Either the night would never end or the bed would be cold by daylight. 

Leaving you only with reminders of where they’re hands were upon your skin. Marking you. Claiming you. 

By flesh and flesh only. 

You find yourself laying on your stomach the moon lazily gleams above from the window. The clock reads an early hour. The book you once held forgotten in favour of Steve’s hands moving over you.  

Bucky watches, eating the remaining strawberries that he was feeding you just moments before. 

“Oh don’t give me that look, poppet.” Bucky chides, your mouth parts as Steve’s tongue laps at the mess you’ve made dripping down your thighs. 

“She tastes sweeter than those strawberries, Buck.” Steve hums against your clit, your body arches, fingers gripping the sheets harder. 

“She looks something right out of a fantasy, full moon’s light falling on her, spread out between the two of us.” Bucky traces every curve of you and then Steve flips you over, slowly easing into you and Bucky begins his trace with the apex of the strawberry, circling it around your clit. 

You watch as the small fruit glistens, a moan leaving your mouth as Bucky bites into it. The juice of the strawberry coating his beard. 

“Fuck, petal.” Steve groans as he feels you clench around him. 

“Oh did you enjoy that, poppet? Making Stevie feel so good, you’re so good for us.” Bucky repeats the action with the next strawberry, bringing it towards your lips. 

“So fucking good.” Steve praises as he gives a particular thrust that has his cock brush against the spot you need him in, your lips part and you taste yourself mixed with strawberries and then Bucky’s lips meet yours, in a messy kiss as Steve picks up the pace of his movements. 

You cry out, falling apart for them over and over, even as they soothingly rub their warm palms over you. Your body jolts overstimulated. 

“Can you give me one more?” Bucky pleads, hands ghosting along your inner thigh. 

“Bucky.” Steve chides, then their eyes meet when you part your legs for him. 

Bucky’s fingers brush over your clit, his lips at the juncture of your neck and shoulder. Steve’s beard brushes over the skin on the opposite side, they sit you up. 

The three of you kneeling on the bed, you between them and their fingers inside you, the tightness in your bell returning quicker, you won’t last long, your hand grips Steve’s shoulder while the other is on Bucky’s forearm.

“Fuck, fuck,” You preen, grinding down on their fingers chasing the orgasm that will have you come undone for them. As the last of the night’s moonlight hits you three, just as you fall apart between the two larger men, they bite down on the skin of your neck, as you arch against them. 

Spent from them drawing out five orgasms from you. 

Your body slumps against theirs, Steve hushes you with soft kisses as Bucky retrieves a warm washcloth to clean you up, that night they don’t leave. 

Keeping you warm till you wake, eager to sink down onto their hard cocks waiting for your sweet cunt to milk them. 

you see them smiling and surrounded by everyone important. your friend and her acquaintance sits next to you, her eyes don’t leave the bite marks that frequent your skin. 

“Come on, just tell me.” The acquaintance insists upon knowing. 

“Why are you so intrigued?” Your friend asks for you. 

“Because she was all goody two shoes in college and now…” The acquaintance gestures to the visible markings with her hand, her blonde hair glimmers in the lights that change. 

James has his eyes on you, not enough to draw attention that you’re someone who means something to them. The whiskey burns his throat. He tries to satiate the burn he has to have you close. 

“Barnes.” Sam’s voice brings him back into reality. 

“Wilson.” He smiles. 

“You know I’ve never seen you this lost. Whose caught your eye?” Natasha enquires from her spot at the table. 

Steve gazes around the table as everyone’s eyes are on Bucky, he gives him a warning look. Bucky’s eyes shift to where you are, but they settle on the blonde instead as she stands in front of you. 

Then waves as she sees he has her in his view. 

Your best friend apologises with her gaze, as the acquaintance, whose name you don’t recall. Who probably did go to college with you. 

You know their little entourage stays through the night. Watching who they are with, who James and Steve share. How often. 

They hardly trust anyone. 

Maybe they don’t even trust you.

You shrug in response to her apology. 

“Where are you going, Shaina?” Your best-friend enquires as the blonde sashayed up the three steps to the higher booth. 

“Just caught someone’s handsome eye.” She calls out; making her way to the table. 

“Uh, you may want to not look there.” Your friend bites her lip nervously as you turn to watch her flirt shamelessly with James. 

Your jaw tightens. 

Your eyes flash to Steve, he doesn’t look your way. Always avoiding calling attention in public. 

A server comes to your table, 

“Yes?” You turn away from the scene Shaina is acting out. Bucky doesn’t like his arm touched without consent. He doesn’t prefer his collar fiddled with because he prefers the intimacy of undressing, exploring skin as it becomes visible, teasing the flesh.

You keep your opinions to yourself. 

Squashing the jealously that dares to flare into an inferno. 

Flesh and flesh only. 

But was the heart not a piece of flesh too?

“The gentleman, seated there has sent this for you.” The server points to a newer man sitting at the table Steve and James head. 

The blue eyed blonde man smiles, giving you a wave. 

Steve’s blue eyes finally fall onto you at seeing John Walker wave to your table. 

Steve’s lips press into a thin line, as you accept the drink from the server, raising it towards John and then sipping upon it. 

John smirks at you, the hand that rests on his thigh raised beckoning you closer. You exhale, almost rolling your eyes. 

“Is that a good idea?” Your friend’s tone is laced with worry. 

“I’m just going to say, thank you.” You tell her, smoothening your dress the one that was waiting for you on your bed. The deep colour bringing out your skin, the shape enhancing the curves you already have, you walk over to the table. 

“What a vision and all for me John Walker.” John gleams, his loud voice brings everyone’s attention.

Bucky’s nostrils flare, he grabs Shaina’s hand stopping it from inching higher up his arm. 

The blonde woman frowns, then rolls her eyes when she sees you. 

“Thank you for the drink.” You smile at John, his grin only grows tenfold. As his eyes rake over you, pausing over your hips and breasts you realise this drink has an ulterior motive. 

“I believe there are ways to say thank you.” John says as though trying to teach you manners, “I would appreciate those.” 

“Thanks as those warrant much different actions.” You smoothly reply, Natasha chuckles. 

Johns smile drops but quickly returns not wanting to lose face. 

“Come on, you’re here staying till late, you and I both know you’re looking for a fuck.” John barks out a laugh. 

“Damn, girl. You’re a whole whore.” Shaina laughs as well. 

You raise an eyebrow, “What did you just say?” 

“Well you clearly are hooking up and yet you want more dick? You really have changed from that meek little romance novel reading thing.” Shaina chuckles. 

Your hands grip your glass harder. 

“I can treat you like a whore too.” John grabs your wrist. Turning you toward him. You wince as his grip tightens. 

You can see Steve’s chest rising in anger, Bucky grows quiet. His eyes narrowed at John. The table silent. 

You try pulling you arm away but John relents. Then pouring the remaining drink on John’s head, you begin walking away. 

“Fucking bitch. Was doing her a favour by wanting to fuck her fat ass.” John hisses out loudly so you can hear. 

Your friend grabs your purse handing it to you as you both walk out of the club. Not a glance spared to either of the men who said nothing. Did nothing. 

“I don’t even understand who could enjoy fucking her?” Shaina looks at John, he shakes his head in disbelief. 

“Must be really needing to prove his manhood by wanting to fuck her.” John rolls his eyes. 

“Agreed. Now James where were we ah yes—,”

“Get out.” Bucky grits through his teeth. 

“What, what do you mean?” Shaina seems dumbfounded. 

“I said get out of my club and do not bother coming back.” Bucky pushes her hand away that was reaching for him again. 

“Are you serious? Because of that fat bitch—,” Shaina yelps shifting several steps back as Bucky stands to his full height, he raises his hand to the side gesturing the security to come forth. 

“Take the trash out, please.” He sits back down as the female security escorts Shaina out of the building. 

“Now where were we with my percentage discussion?” John talks once they settle back down. 

“Barnes, I think security forgot this is a piece of trash as well.” Steve says instead and John glares. 

“The fuck?” John slams a hand on the table, questioningly looking between the four. 

“Oh, we don’t deal with fuckers like you.” Bucky informs, “Assholes who have fragile egos and are disrespectful.” 

“All for a stranger?” John scoffs, “Big mistake.”  

“We’ll be the judge of that, now I know you know the exit.” Steve waves the man off dismissively. 

John walks out flipping them off. 

“Make sure no one buys from him.” Steve orders Natasha. 

“On it.” She retrieves her phone. 

“Are we going to address what happened?” Sam looks between his two bosses. 

“She’s a regular patron.” Bucky shrugs, “Helped Becca out a few times, she needed help with my nieces.” 

Sam nods, familial ties, explains the response. He shares a look with Natasha both are sure there is something further ongoing but they don’t say a word. 

You sit on the bed, their looks of indifference burn at the forefront of your mind. Steve may have looked angry but stayed silent and Bucky was probably too busy with Shaina. You hold back the hurt.

Flesh and flesh only. 

You chastise yourself. You asked for it to be this way. Not wanting more nor wanting to ask for more from Steve or James. 

Your best friend returns with two mugs of coffee. You nurse the warm glass as it distracts your mind. 

“How are you feeling?” She asks after taking a sip. 

You shrug, “Fine I guess?” 

She takes your name as if in disbelief. 

You shrug again, relishing the warmth the beverage brings. 

Your phone buzzes. You exhale as you read the text, “You need to leave, they’re coming over.” You tell your best friend. 

“What? After they ignored you now they want sex? Why not do something? Why even allow Shaina to flirt when they have you? Or was it some second rate tactic to get you jealous.” She says narrowing her eyes. 

“You, you know what I’ve agreed to, I shouldn’t care about what has to be said in my defence. They don’t owe having to defend my honour or anything. They aren’t in love with me.” You defend them again.

“But you are. With both of them.” She states, and you press your lips into a thin line. 

“It doesn’t matter.” You say. 

“You matter.” She insists. 

“Just, let me deal with it if I don’t feel right when they come I’ll tell them off.” You offer in consolation, she reluctantly agrees. 

You watch from your window as your best-friend slides into her cab with her location turned on and shared with you, the headlights of the familiar car illuminate the pathway to your apartment complex. 

You sigh, heading towards the door. Internal conflict increases as you can almost feel them approach. How is this supposed to work when it gets fucked up?

The knocks are soft but an urgency in them carries through the door. 

They stand in the small corridor, suit jackets discarded, sleeves rolled up to their elbows. Bucky’s eyes greet you first, going over you, cataloging everything in your appearance. 

His own way of making sure you’re fine. His eyes linger on your wrist, the two scrunchies you placed catching his eye. 

Steve’s hand twitches by his side, waiting for you to allow them inside. Needing to touch you to make sure, to affirm to Bucky that you’re indeed okay. 

They share a look before you open the door wider to allow them inside, Steve pulls you into his embrace.  

Your palms settle against his chest, Bucky shuts the door. 

Steve traces his hands over you, seeing if you were hiding anything from them, at last he allows you to step away. Then gently takes the hand that harbours the scrunchies. 

Bucky stands behind you, the heat of his chest seeping onto your back, his hands on your waist. 

You wince when Steve takes off the scrunchies exposing the bruising left by John. You had tried to ice it to lessen the appearance of the stained skin. Bucky’s grip tightens on your waist. Not enough to hurt but enough to convey his anger. 

Steve’s thumbs wipe your tears. You look up at him not realising that you had begun to silently weep. 

“We’re so sorry, Poppet.” The longer haired man whispers against your skin. 

“Should have him six feet under.” Steve says as his fingers delicately trace your skin. 

You bite back what you want to say, the gleaming darkness enjoying the prospect of them being protective over you. 

“Let us take it all away.” Steve hand his index finger under your chin, directing your gaze upwards to his, worried blue ones. 

“We’ll make you forget all about him.” Bucky adds, hands inching from your waist over your hips to the hem of the dress you wanted them to take off of your skin.

Your best friend’s words echo in your mind. 

“Will you forget her then?” You ask, as you’re turned to face Bucky, just moments before his lips brush against yours. 

He pauses, 

“Poppet, you know our arrangement.” He reminds you, brushing his fingers over your cheek. 

Blue eyes hold sincerity. 

“But will you forget her?” The darker side demands to know, was she enough to erase anyone else?

“Petal, we don’t want to take our eyes off of you.” Steve’s hand begins to unzip the dress. 

“Do you know why I even looked at her?” Bucky’s fingers cup your jaw, making you look at him. Steve softly kisses the flesh exposed by the undone zipper. 

Your eyes close as he moves towards your lower back. 

“Look at me, Poppet.” Bucky commands and you comply, his gaze darkening. 

“Why?” You ask, wetness pooling at your core when you feel Steve’s stubble brush along your inner thighs, then his fingers tracing delicate promises onto the heated flesh. 

“Because I was looking at you all night, Steve told me off as well.” Bucky admits, turning you around, your back against his chest. 

“Let us make it up to you.” Steve whispers, his hands grabbing the fabric of your panties and pulling them down your legs. 

He places a kiss to each calf as he takes the material off of your skin, Bucky grabs the hem of the dress, pushing it upwards, to allow Steve to see you. 

“Look at that Bucky, our girl is all wet for us.” Steve praises as his fingers gather your slick, as he moves them over your folds and circles them around your clit. 

You preen, at his movements or his words you don’t know. Bucky takes the straps off the dress down your shoulders, exposing your breasts. He massages the flesh as your nipples begin to harden for him. 

“Our girl really is so good to us isn’t she? So fucking beautiful.” Bucky tugs on your nipples, you jolt between them, Steve keeps a steady hand on your hips. 

“She is, aren’t you Petal?” He asks, before his tongue laps at your folds. 

You nod, meekly, between Bucky’s calloused fingers on your nipples and Steve tongue circling your clit. You grasp at his hair, tugging hard as he sucks on your clit. Steve’s fingers circle at your entrance, he eases them in moaning against your folds as he feels your cunt clench around them.

Bucky’s lips latch onto yours, his hand grabbing your hair, tilting your head back to devour your mouth swallowing all the moans and sounds you make upon his tongue. 

“Won’t you cum for us?”

You wither between them, Steve watches as Bucky controls your pace as you make a mess of his thigh, Bucky contracts the muscle every so often while he has you grind down harder.

“Our beautiful, beautiful girl.” 

Bucky runs a hand through your hair, as your lips stretch around Steve’s cock. Spit and cum dribble down your chin. Steve’s moans has your cunt clenching around nothing begging to be filled by them.

“So fucking sweet, all for us. Going to fill you up.”

“Both of our seeds inside you, claiming you for ourselves.”

You’re eased down onto Bucky’s cock, both of you moan as you feel him fill you to the hilt. Steve pumps his cock you watch it glisten with your cum and slick. You clench around Bucky. 

Steve moves closer, rubbing his tip in circles on your clit, you know you’re dripping and this only adds to it.

He uses the lube, on his fingers two sinking inside you above Bucky’s cock. You had done this before with them but every time they’d make sure to prep you. 

The stretch stings a little, Bucky’s lips on your skin and his fingers twisting your nipples aid in distraction. They whisper praises as Steve begins to ease his cock into you, tears spring to your eyes at the stretch and the moan that leaves your lips makes both of their cocks twitch in anticipation of the feeling.

“Ours, ours, ours,”

Their words ring akin to a hymn upon your skin. Waking up something far more primal, even if their claims upon you remained within these four walls. 

Slumber finds you quicker than most nights, you fight it off till they are done caring for you. Easing out of you carefully, running a bath of warm water and then showering with you. 

Their hands soft, warm, protective. Possessive. 

Bucky and Steve kiss their claimed spots on the based of your neck, you sigh in content at the love-bites they’ve left upon you. A silent remind of being theirs and them being yours as you do the same to their skin.

Steve stares at your sleeping form, his jaw tightening when he still sees where John hurt you. 

“Careful Steve someone might know you care about her.” Bucky warns in an impersonation of the blonde man. 

“Buck,” He groans, they stay quiet as you shift between them, your breathing evening out. 

“No, what we did, not standing up for her. Was wrong. Fucking wrong.” Bucky almost yells at him. 

“We can’t get in too deep.” Steve reminds him.  

“As if we aren’t already.” Bucky scoffs. 

Steve is about to say something when Bucky holds up a hand, 

“Tell me, when was the last time you were ever truly happy?” Bucky questions. 

Steve sighs, looking at you. Knowing Bucky’s answer to the question would involve your name as well.

“The night she decided she wants to watch a movie and cuddle. Then the day we decided to make it a weekly occurrence.” He admits. 

Bucky traces a pattern over your cheek. He hates knowing what has to come next, their time with you limited. 

Their time to call you theres approaching an end. Today he saw how you responded to being called theirs, he knows you might want more. 

Steve sadly gazes at Bucky gazing at you. It’s on the tip of their tongue but they can’t say it. It would only have you be driven away. 

The past eight months with you? A miracle no one found out what do you mean to them. 

So they would hide behind the lie that they feel nothing for you. That the only time you invoke something within their hearts and minds is when you’re touching them. 

Even when you’re the only person they could trust wholeheartedly.

Now.

Bucky howls seeing you staring right at them. The small window their only access to you.

Steve stares at Bucky, the dark chestnut brown fur gleaming under the moonlight.

Bucky looks back to the sandy blonde furred wolf. The two men ran the town with an iron fist and a bite. Their wolf form only known by foes who never lived to tell the story.

They had tracked you down, knowing something was amiss when your scent was lighter at your apartment and you left without saying anything. The whole thing reeked of what they always feared. Someone using you to get to them.

‘Can you see her plate?’ Bucky says a snarl building up in his throat.

‘She hasn’t touched her food.’ Steve recounts, gazing back at you worriedly.

You know they are watching, always knowing that there was probably something they never told you but as if it was said unspoken. You stare at the gleaming blue eyes. They pace the forest restless. 

Maybe you are imagining things, your Steve and Bucky could not be, no. You groan for a fifth time. Clutching your stomach, three days without food, you know what is coming. 

The blonde woman returns, 

“We know you shared your bed with them on multiple occasions, we just would like to know about their business.” 

“I do not have the answers for your questions.” You hiss as another sting of pain burns through you.

“I can get you antibiotics for the infection, when did you meet them?” She attempts again.

‘Steve, we need to move in.’ Bucky calls out as he rounds the perimeter.

‘They’re still asking questions and offering medical aid in exchange.’ Steve glowers, he pauses as a car enters the driveway to the manor.

‘Fuckers, this is why we attack.’ Bucky presses his paws deeper into into the mud.

John Walker enters your cell twenty minutes after the blonde woman leaves, time a luxury they offered to you. So you know how long it has been since your men have not brought the sun and moon together to save you.

Nine days and counting.

“Ah, sweetheart, look at you. If you would have come along with me you would not be sick today.” John runs a hand down the back of your hair stopping you from flinching away. He tugs harshly.

“What no sound? They told me you were being quiet. Well but your best friend she, she is very chatty when drunk, spilled all about your little hook ups with Barnes and Rogers. What they even see in you I do not know. Although leaving you in pieces for them to find will be worth the fucking you receive.” His thumb brushes harshly across your mouth, your arms ache at the restraints.

“Then they’ll understand not to fucking mess up my deals and my work, consider yourself more worthy of a status than a fuck toy.”

John forces his thumb into your mouth, you bite down on it tasting blood. He screams pulling away, when he moves to bring down his hand against your cheek; you spit at him. 

“You fucking whore.” 

‘Steve.’ Bucky warns, not for himself but for the fact that he will not wait to act.

“I’m calling Nat and Sam for back up.” Steve shoots of the messages phasing back into his wolf form.

They charge at the guards on the west end, the doorway closest to get to you.

Phasing in and out to access the doors and take out John’s men.

The clouds clear illuminating your holding cell. You gaze up at the moon as she looks down upon you in blessing. John has you pinned down, his hands trying to pry your legs apart.

“Fuck you.” You spit at him, John looks up as you blink. Your eyes changing shape.

“The fuck?”  John gapes, as you convulse the restraints breaking as you phase into your wolf form, towering over his now covering form.

You grin at him, teeth bared. He clambers on his hands and knees towards the door you sink your teeth into his limb dragging him backwards.

He drags his gun out of the holster, holding it up at your snout. You growl as he drops it down. Your paw sinks into his arm marring his flesh.

Ripping off his limbs as his pained screams echo through the cell.

Your wolf takes over, the primal darkness you kept suppressed with herbs and holistic remedies finally freed from shackles and it want to run wild.

The door bursts open two other wolves come snarling in, you pant dropping John’s head from your mouth it rolls down and settles near the dark chestnut wolf’s paw.

Bucky and Steve search for you as they stumble in, pausing when your scent hits them. They stare blankly at your wolf form.

You gape at them, backing away paces then you realise why are their scents so familiar.

They both phase out together, 

“Petal.” “Poppet.”

You see their skin littered with pink jags and healing wounds, they came for you?

“You’re a wolf?” Bucky keeps his hands raised so as to not startle you. He understood you may have phased in after a long time.

“I think clearly she is, Bucky.” Steve rolls his eyes.

“i’m trying to be gentle.” He says, you then want to joke that nothing about him is gentle. A sort of snort leaves you indicating your laughter.

“I think she knows you aren’t gentle.” Steve interprets.

“We’ll lead you out, there is a cabin nearby, you may take time to calm down before you can phase out and we have our clothes there so the scents should be comfortable to tolerate.” Bucky comes closer and his hand gently touches your nose, you press lightly against it.

They phase back, flanking your sides, as they lead you to their cabin, rightly so their scents are amplified and the comfort brought forth by it, almost moves you to tears.

Steve enters first, his nose pushes the revolving glass door as it opens wide enough to accommodate wolves, the wooden flooring is warm to the touch and ceilings are high. As if they designed it specifically.

‘Look here if you can hear me.’ Bucky’s voice calls to you.

‘Bucky why do you have to check—,’

‘I can hear you both…’ You cut Steve off.

‘Interesting.’ Bucky says,

‘No shit, but when were we having this discussion? or was it benched due to ‘by flesh and flesh only’?’ You don’t mean to sound rude but you’ve had a pathetic nine days.

‘It, well…’ Steve looks at Bucky, his eyes widen.

‘Oh so now I should lead difficult conversations?’ Bucky glares at Steve and you catch on.

‘That night at the dinner? You were going to break up with me.’ You accuse, both of them look away. 

‘It was because, look it had been ten months if it goes on beyond a year we could have turned you on accident. We were already making slip ups by over staying on full moons.’ Steve tries to reason.

‘You, you would not have wanted us had you known.’ Bucky says, padding towards you.

‘Bullshit.’ You bare your teeth at him.

‘Cute.’ Bucky pokes your ear with his nose.

‘Is that not for me to decide?’ You attempt again, ‘I know you both don’t have feelings for me but you could have trusted me with this.’ You look between them, a whine slips past Steve.

‘Don’t have feelings for you? Please Petal tell me you don’t believe that lie.’ Steve implores you to answer.

‘Fuck, Poppet are, you thought we don’t love you? Every waking hour is for you.’ Bucky moves closer you back away.

Steve tries the same and you shift back more touching the wall sideways.

‘Why tell me now? Is it because I am a wolf too. Nine days ago you were going to leave me. Without ever letting me know the truth, maybe you should follow through with that, not because staying is now convenient to the two of you.’ You settle onto the floor, not looking at the two towering wolves who are silent.

‘Why did you not say anything either?’ Steve questions, demanding to know the reason for your silence.

‘I wanted to, I was at that dinner it had been a year almost close enough, but then that blonde woman laced the iPad in front of me, you both were preoccupied and wearing the ties I got you both. So I thought well, what good is any of it, if the two of you are fucking around so I’m just a fuck toy to you right? You were going to discard me for the next one so I’m making your job easier.’ You glance at both of them, Bucky looks at you as if he’s been wounded by your words. 

‘Poppet…’ Bucky begs, ‘Please don’t, we can, we can think about this… Talk about this.’ 

‘I don’t want to, not anymore.’ You say, resting your head back onto your paws. 

‘Alright then. We’ll check back up on you in a few hours, when you’re calm enough we can try phasing out.’ Steve moves away phasing into his human form and going up the stairs. 

Bucky stays for moment before following suit. 

You wake up panting, the feeling of unwanted hands on you pushing you into wakefulness. You gaze down, still in your wolf form. 

The click of a door perks your ears as you follow the sound of footsteps on the upper floor. 

“Nightmares, Steve, you know how horrible those are.” Bucky’s voice is muffled as though something dampening it. 

“Talk softer.” Steve huffs, and their voices are further diluted. 

You lay back down, hoping the next bout of sleep is dreamless. 

When you wake up next, you’re laying upon soft sheets. You let out a contented sigh, then jolt awake. 

“Welcome back to the human side of things, Poppet.” Bucky’s smooth voice washes over you calming your nerves. 

At his words you touch your skin, your fur replaced by skin and bone. 

“I am very upset with you, Poppet.” He adds, cutting an apple into thin slices. The black knife gleams in the light as he  feeds himself the slice. 

When he licks his pink lips, your tongue mimics the motion on your own. 

“Why?” You look around for Steve, Bucky chuckles. 

“Look at you pretending you don’t know why am I upset with you and here I thought, you know me like the back of your hand.” Bucky tuts, the knife cuts into the apple further, he gets up from the chair.

Bucky walks towards you, the slice supported between his thumb and knife. He places the slice against your lips. You lock eyes with him as you eat the slice, the blade feels cold against your lips. 

He places the tip of the knife under your chin, 

“Can smell your sweet cunt getting hungry for me, Poppet.” 

“Bucky—,”  He places the flat side of the blade to your lips. 

“Shh. Did I allow you to speak? I think you spoke enough earlier.” The blade now trails from your temple to jaw and back to your chin. 

The knife is retracted, now being used for its original purpose; the apple. You swallow thickly before eating the second slice offered to you. 

He now sits next to you, a determined expression takes over his features. 

The apple eaten and discarded. 

You move the comforter to make more space for him. Your legs exposed and some how the shirt you were wearing smelled of both of them; cedar, patchouli, amber and oud. 

Bucky places his warm hand on your thigh. 

“Did you mean it?” He softly massages the flesh that has borne his marks award in pleasure. 

“Wha-what?” You look up from where his hand is, his gaze darkens. 

“You know, the part where you said you don’t want to be with us anymore.” Bucky continues upward movements, pleased when on instinct your legs part further for him as he inches closer to your cunt. 

“I—,” The words caught in your throat when he traces your folds, gathering your slick, and then pinching your clit. You gasp, biting your lip. 

“Did you mean it, Poppet?” Bucky questions again, you can’t focus on answering him not when his finger eases by one knuckle into your cunt. 

“Bucky,” Your hand grasps his the other stays fisted with the sheet. 

“Answer me. Did you mean those words you spat at us? At me?” Bucky takes your hand, you’re on your back both your hands in one of his, pinned down. 

His fingers pumping in and out of you squelching sounds filling the room. 

As his fingers brush over the spot as they curve inside you, you arch up against him. 

“Bucky, Bucky, Bucky,” You chant as you feel the build of your orgasm. Your cunt clenching around his fingers every time he retracts them. 

Bucky smirks, watching you, your eyes closed head thrown back and hips meeting each thrust of his fingers.

Just when you can feel the tendrils of your orgasm he stops, the squelch of his fingers leaving the warmth of your cunt have your eyes snap open. 

“Just making your job easy.” He teases. 

“Bucky please,” You beg.

“Oh Poppet you think I can leave that cunt without cumming?” He pinches your clit again, his jeans undone and cock leaking with pre-cum. 

“Stand up, hands against the wall. Shirt off.” He orders, as you comply, he shifts your legs to not be apart, only a small distance. 

Bucky stands behind you, easing his cock from between your thighs over your folds, the mirror on the wall showing you how your slick coats his cock. 

You only seldom feel the veiny ridges move over your clit as he fucks your thighs. Hands gripping your waist and he watches your tits bounce with each thrust. 

“Every inch of your skin, so fucking beautiful, so fuckable, clench your thighs for me, Poppet.” Bucky moans in response as your thighs tighten, your slick creating enough lubrication for him to continue his movements, Bucky’s arm comes down against your ass, a hard spank, you yelp, bending forward and the vein on his cock moves against your clit. 

“Gonna cum for me? Gonna be a good little girl? Hmm? Want me to fuck every inch of you right? Look at you wanting to be filled to the hilt be split apart on my cock.” Bucky whispers in your ear. 

On the next spank you feel the same ridge, your body complying as pleasure begins to course through you, his hands grab your breasts, tugging and pulling the flesh, watching as your face begins to contort into pleasure. 

Bucky knows you won’t last long so he stops and you whimper at the loss of contact he turns you around. Your back against the wall. His hand circles around your throat. 

Your eyes sting with tears, as he squeezes just enough. 

“Making your job easy aren’t I? Just use your fucking fingers.” Bucky glowers, his cock tucked back into his boxers and he zips his jeans. 

His chest gleams with sweat, you want to have your mouth on him. Worshipping him. 

Bucky leaves closing the door before you can follow him out. You wait by the door for a few minutes, trying to open it but find that it is locked. 

“Bucky? Why is the door locked?” You bang on the door. 

“James? What is going on? Can we please talk?” You tug on the doorknobs, it only rattles in its frame. 

The sudden coldness of the room gets to you, you scramble to find your shirt but return to stand near the door, trying to pry it open. 

“Steve?” You call out, but are greeted with silence. You slide down your back against the door, the slick feels uncomfortable, you pull your knees to your chest. 

Did you really hurt them that much? You were hurt as well, if you weren’t who you were nor if the kidnapping happened the dinner would have resulted in your heart being broken. 

You rest your head on your knees, closing your eyes as a few tears brim over. They would have just left you, even if they held love for you. 

After how long you don’t know, the door clicks open. You look up at the figure entering—Steve. 

You stand up quickly wrapping your arms around him, he too was without a shirt and low waisted jeans graced his hips. Steve wraps his arms around you.

“Whats wrong, Petal?” Steve softly questions pulling away to look at you. 

“Bucky, he,” you gaze at the door, finding it shut.

“What did he do, Petal?” Steve cups your cheeks, 

“He said he’s upset with me, for saying what I did…” You trail off, fingers tugging on the white shirt’s sleeve nervously. 

“Well that was upsetting.” Steve lets go of your face, sitting on the arm chair. 

“You both were going to leave me.” You say, 

“Things changed that night did they not?” Steve counter questions. 

You fumble for an answer. 

Steve pats his thigh, your limbs carry you to him, “What did Bucky do hmm?”

“He—,”  “Ah, ah, show me.”

“But he used his—,” “Use me to show what he did to you.” Steve orders, you frown as his command washes over you. 

You grab his hand, his index and middle fingers extended as you lead them to your eager cunt.

Steve taps your clit, “Is this what Bucky did?” You shake your head no. 

“Pinched it—ah.” Your thighs shake as Steve pinches your clit, somehow repeating the movements Bucky did on you, you find yourself fucking onto his fingers. 

Steve’s eyes darken. “Petal, don’t you want me to taste you?” He asks, you look at him, 

“But Steve—,” 

“Do you not want to apologise?” Steve chides. 

You move back, thinking he wants to kneel.

“Oh no, gather it on your fingers and feed me. Till I tell you to stop.” Steve, watches your hand twitch. 

You slowly bring your fingers over your folds, wincing at the puffiness from what Bucky did, the wetness that pooled you gather onto your fingers, bringing them toward’s Steve’s lips. 

His warm mouth covers your fingers, sucking on them and his tongue almost mimicking the patterns he makes on your clit against your fingers, his mouth pulls away with a wet plop. 

“More.”

Your clit pulses, you circle your clit and tug on your nipples to get yourself wetter, repeating the action from earlier. 

Three times you’ve fed him your slick, Steve hums, then clicks his tongue, “I want more, make yourself cum and then feed me, will you Petal? You can do that right? Since you can make informed decisions.” Steves tone is slightly mocking, but the prospect of being able to orgasm too delicious to deny, you rest one hand on his shoulder, the other circles your clit and you sink two fingers inside of you, frustration clouds you.  

Your fingers no where close to Steve of Bucky’s thick and long ones. 

“Whats wrong Petal?” Steve looks up in concern. 

“Doesn’t feel as good…” You admit.

“Do you want Bucky to come help?” Steve brushes his thumb just over your pubic bone watching your stomach clench at the contact. 

“Will he?” You ask, wondering if he wanted anything to do with you.

“Why won’t you use your fingers?” You add. 

Steve smiles, “I want to be fed, I’m tired, Petal.”

You bite your lip, “Where, where is Bucky?” 

“I think if you call out to him, he’d come.”

“He ignored me earlier.” You huff. 

“He was just upset, sweetheart.” Steve tells you as if your a child needing to be explained. 

“Bucky?” You say, then move closer to the door,

“Petal, keep getting yourself wet.” Steve calls out an afterthought. 

You place two fingers against your clit as your other hand opens the door. 

“B-bucky?” Your voice shakes as your clit sends waves of ebbing pleasure through you. 

“What?” He calls out from the door opposite to your room, his eyes paise on your hand. 

“Steve he,” You bite down on your lip as you notices the tent in his jeans. 

“I don’t have all night, Poppet.” Bucky rolls his eyes. 

“He-he wants to be fed after I cum and, and my fingers—,”

“Don’t feel as good?” Bucky completes, uncrossing the arms across his chest, walking towards you, you moan as he grabs your pussy. Digits guiding yours on how to move. 

He wants you back as the steps make you grind over the callous on his index finger. 

Steve watches a smirk on his face, they find it so endearing how you fail to realise this is punishment for misbehaving and lying to them. 

A cacophony of moans of their names begin to slip past your lips. Your orgasm builds. 

Bucky looks at Steve, they both know they’ve edged you enough that you will cum, but they can’t have that. 

“Stop, I’m not that hungry,” Steve’s words are like cold water to your fiery veins. 

Bucky stops fucking you with his fingers, holding them up for you.

You have a whine caught in your throat. 

“Can’t have any of this wasted right?” Bucky chides, “Go on Poppet feed him.” 

You whimper as he pushes you forwards. 

Steve places a steady hand on your hips, as he waits for you to do what you’re told; he spreads his large hand over your hip, trailing it upwards, over the soft flesh of your stomach, moving upwards then cupping your breast, Bucky does the same to your left. 

“I’m waiting, Petal.” Steve reminds you, breaking out of the heady trance they have you in, you rub your fingers over your folds, a needy whimper reaches the pleased ears of Steve and Bucky. 

You offer your fingers to Steve, he hums before sucking on each digit and swirling his tongue around them. 

He releases your fingers and they release your breasts in tandem. Standing up, walking towards the door leaving you in the room. 

You follow them quicker than previous attempts. 

“Why are you—,” 

“No, Petal, why are you saying no? Over a conversation that could have gone so many different ways?” Steve cuts you off.

“She was making our job easier.” Bucky sneers. 

“You both were going to anyways, and those videos and pictures…” You recount. 

“Were old, Poppet, we haven’t been with anyone other than you. We don’t want to either.” Bucky cups your cheek. 

“But you want to leave us… So maybe you should.” Steve shrugs nonchalantly. 

Bucky drops his hand, 

“Too bad we couldn’t give you what you want, maybe someone else will. You know best correct?” 

Your clit pulses, you know no one will compare to the two of them, no two people could hold a semblance to their beings. 

But they were right, if you wanted to leave you should.

Maybe they don’t want to fight harder to have you stay… you nod meekly. 

“I’ll leave then…” You mutter. 

“Fucks sake.” Bucky mutters as Steve, has you pinned down on the bed.

“Know what Petal,” Steve undoes his jeans, his cock slapping against his abdomen, and lining up with your aching cunt, 

“I really do not think you know what is best for you.” He moves his cock over your folds. 

“Steve,” You whine, needing more.

“Oh you want my cock? Well, only good girls who want to stay will get it.” His eyes are wild, your breath caught in your throat, he adds more pressure to the grip he hands on your hands. 

You gasp, as his tip teases your entrance. 

“Steve, please,” You beg, needy, tears brim over at how badly you need them. 

“What do you want?” He questions, repeating his teasing movements. 

Bucky stands at the edge of the bed, you stare at his cock, lips parting for it. 

“Answer him, Poppet, or have you forgotten the manners we taught you?” A sting resounds in the room and pleasured pain courses through you from where Bucky slapped your puffy, aching cunt. 

“Would you look at that? She wants us Bucky.”

“She will have to say it though, has to vocalise what she wants and needs.” Bucky grasps your jaw, “The question is will she?” 

You stare into Bucky’s eyes, he delivers another slap to your pussy, you clench around Steve’s tip. A moan slips past your lips, you can’t think, can’t speak just need them, why could they not see that?

“Answer us, Poppet, or we can leave again.” He warns. 

“Want, want you both, together.” You gasp the words out as Steve bottoms out inside you, hissing as he feels you tight around him. 

“Fuck,” He breathes. 

“Together Steve,” Bucky reminds, pulling you up as you and Steve kneel on the bed, with him curving inside you the tip of him pushing ever so often over your gspot. 

Bucky moves behind you, kneeling as well, his fingers inserted next to Steve’s cock prepping you to take them both. You can’t help the sob of pleasure that breaks from you as Bucky begins to enter you as well, the stretch burns but feels so good. 

“Oh, you can take us can’t you, Petal?” Steve’s words have you preen, “Our good girl aren’t you?” 

“Feel at her clench, really, our girl, only ours.” Bucky whispers over the shell of your ear. 

You moan at their words, they pause allowing you time to adjust to both of them, but you don’t have it in you to be patient, you need them to fuck you, claim you. 

You begin to move over their cocks, the amount of wetness helping you. Bucky and Steve glance at each other, moaning as you feel so good around their cocks, using them for your pleasure. 

Both men let you set the pace, then one hand each grasps your waist. They both begin to move in tandem, filling you up then moving outward. Moans and whimpers slip out of you, Steve swallows them all down against his lips, Bucky’s lips leave bites and marks over your shoulder and neck. 

You begin to meet them with each thrust, knowing all of you are close. 

“Fill me up, please, mark, mark and cl-claim,” You gasp as they both some how coordinate their thrusts to keep hitting the spot that has you seeing stars and the waves of pleasure begin to climb across you, waiting to meet the brink to tip you over. 

“Going to mark you and keep you as ours, Poppet.” Bucky grunts. 

“You belong to us.”

“Bound to us.”

Your orgasm drawing close. 

“You’re going to cum for us and take our seed, milk our cocks and stay filled.” 

You fall apart at their words, pleasure coursing through you, head to toe and you cum with a silent cry. You feel their cum coating your spasming walls, their movements now sloppier as they ride out their orgasms. 

“Because you’re bound to us, little wolf, flesh and flesh only.” Steves voice echos over the ringing in your ears. 

“And that heart of yours?” Bucky’s chuckle resounds, 

“That flesh belongs to us as well.” 

-x-x-x-

A.N: images in the banner are taken from pintrest all credits are to the makers of the edits and image owners.

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[bonkywobble]

Bonkywobble’s Kinktober 2022

I’m so excited for this!!!

Here’s my full list for the upcoming kinktober event. These fics will range from short blurbs to full one shots. The themes will be a mix between light and dark so please heed the warnings in each one. All fics are x female reader unless otherwise specified but more importantly, all fics are 18+ only so minors do not interact with these works or my blog at all.

Fandoms include: Marvel (MCU), Stranger Things, DC (DCEU), The Witcher, Vikings, Once Upon A Time, The Grey Man, Defending Jacob, The Losers, The Sandman, The Red Sea Diving Resort, Knives Out, The Mandalorian

Main Masterlist / Navi

* indicates full length fic while ⚠️ indicates dark themes. List below the cut:

WEEK ONE

Day 1 💋 Jake Jensen - Shibari/Hair Pulling *

Day 2 💋 Thor Odinson - Thigh Riding/Electro Play

Day 3 💋 Dark!Librarian!Steve Rogers - Free Use ⚠️

Day 4 💋 Billy Russo - Uniform Fetish

Day 5 💋 Steve Harrington - Sex Pollen *

Day 6 💋 Frank Castle - Edging/Bondage

Day 7💋 Lagertha - Somnophilia (East of The Sun and West of the Moon AU)

WEEK TWO

Day 8 💋 Old God!Clark Kent - Lingerie (Old Gods of Appalachia AU) *⚠️

Day 9 💋 King Valkyrie - Impact Play

Day 10 💋 Lloyd Hansen - Hate Sex ⚠️

Day 11 💋 Ivar the Boneless - Masturbation/Voyeurism

Day 12 💋 Bucky Barnes - Quickie/Creampie (Ethereal AU)

Day 13 💋 Robin Buckley - Overstimulation

Day 14 💋 Hvitserk Ragnarsson - Primal Play

WEEK THREE

Day 15 💋 Alpha!Ari Levinson - A/B/O *

Day 16 💋 Jefferson - Knife Play ⚠️

Day 17 💋 SamBucky - Dirty Talk

Day 18 💋 Din Djarin/The Mandalorian - Praise Kink

Day 19 💋 FrankenBilly - Dacryphilia ⚠️

Day 20💋 Lord Morpheus/Dream of The Endless - Sensation Play

Day 21 💋 Neighbour!Sam Wilson - First Time *

WEEK FOUR

Day 22 💋 Marc Spector/Steven Grant/Jake Lockley - Mirror Play

Day 23 💋 Eddie Munson - Nipple Play *

Day 24 💋 Winter Soldier!Bucky Barnes - Biting/Outdoor sex * (LMTAF AU)

Day 25 💋 Andy Barber - Choking/Breath Play

Day 26 💋 Harley Quinn - Body Worship

Day 27 💋 Geralt of Rivia - Anal Sex

Day 28 💋 Vampire!Stucky - Monsterfucking/Blood play *⚠️

WEEK FIVE

Day 29 💋 Ransom Drysdale - Pegging

Day 30 💋 Arthur Curry - Anonymous Sex

Day 31 💋 Bjorn Ironside - Breeding Kink

Bonus fic: ???

#kinktober #kinktober 2022 #bonkywobble kinktober #bonkywobble masterlist #bonkywobble writes

[rissararity]

Keep My Secret - Masterlist

A/B/O - Stucky x oc

🌶 18+ readers discretion advised

Prism is my MCU OC. She's a magic user with silver hair,and grey eyes. Her real name is Bonnie Borealis. In this, she's been using hormone and scent blockers to pretend to be a beta. She knows an omega would never be allowed to be an Avenger, and feels a duty to help as many people as she can, for as long as she can. Her secret getting out could ruin everything.

This story is a collection of times her secret was most at risk of being exposed.

It's pretty much all porn with plot. I'm working on a fic with this Priz too, some is already posted on my AO3 if you want to check it out. All this stuff takes places YEARS before the story and all characters are 18+

She erases and modifies their memories after each mission, unintentionally making them dislike her as time goes on.

A/B/O - modified rules. No knotting, cuddling makes you heal faster, retractable fangs.

(Unprotected P/V sex, choking, praise kink, lil cumflation but not crazy, breeding kink)

THAT TIME IN SPACE (Steve + Prism)

GETTING A SIGNAL - (Bucky + Prism)

EAU DE OMEGA PART 1 - (Stucky + Prism fluff)

EAU DE OMEGA PART TWO - (Steve + Prism)

THE REP SWITCH - (Bucky + Prism)

THE OFFICE JOB - (Steve + Prism)

#bucky barnes #alpha steve rogers #stucky fanfiction #alpha bucky barnes #captain america fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #stucky #omegaverse #ao3 recs #ao3 fanfic #wattpad

[late-to-the-party-81]

AN: Alice - I had to save this menace of an ask until I had the right inspiration. I've tried my best at poetic language, just for you. KISSES!!!

Unbeta'd ramblings

Masterlist

Relationship: Thor x Reader

Word Count: dunno - couple of hundrend?

CW: Fluff, suggestive language.

And the Clouds Danced

His arms were around your waist. Holding you. Letting you know how much he loved you with just his touch. His front pressed to your back, his chin resting on your head. He liked to tease you sometimes about how much smaller you were than him. Liked to say that he could almost fit you in his pocket, to carry with him everywhere.

You were standing on the summit of the hill, the wind gently blowing at the clouds that kept the day cool enough for a gentle hike. Below you all you could see was the beauty of nature; the lush greens, the cool greys, the vibrant pinpricks of colour that denoted wildflowers. Every so often the pale blue sky peeked out from behind the fluffy white clouds.

When was the last time you'd felt such peace?

"What are you thinking about, little one?"

His deep voice caused a rumble that travelled through your back. It suffused your core, and not just your body, but also your soul. You needed him to live, to exist.

"About how much of a good idea this was. I needed to get out. We needed to get out. Look at how beautiful it is"

His hands slid from your waist to your hips, squeezing them lightly.

"Truely a marvel, my love. One of the most beautious sights in the whole of Midgard, I am sure."

He dipped his head and the scruff of his beard scraped over your neck. You giggled, but also feel the dart of heat inside you. His touch kept you on a near constant high. It hadn't taken him long to know exactely how to touch you. To find out which type of touch could get you heated all over in mere moments. To find out which type of touch could keep you on edge for hours, begging and writhing for a release only he could grant you. To find out which type of touch could send you screaming in pleasure, stars exploding behind your eyes in multicoloured supernova's.

The fact he had chosen you was a never ending source of confusion to you, but he had spied you one day and that was it. To be woo'd by a god is no small thing, and you were helpless in the face of his ardour. You fell hard and fast. His love made you dizzy, kept you breathless, and you wouldn't have it any other way.

You lay down on the chilled grass with him, mesmerised by the way his broad hands roamed your body. His words of adoration covered you like a blanket, keeping you cocooned and warm, floating in his love, as the wind blew and the clouds danced in the sky.

Taglist: @christywantspizza @jobean12-blog @sidepartskinnyjeans @krissy25 @bodeckersdiamonddoll @goldylions @luxeavenger @wheezy-stucky @doasyoudesireandlive

#thor x reader #thor drabble #thor fluff #jen rambles #jen's got mail #asks answered #alice 🌸 #thor x you #thor odinson x you #thor imagine

[nekoannie-chan]

Week 11 Reblog Masterlist

Welcome to Week 11 2023 or Week 167, as always, fics would be listed in the order I read them.

I hope you enjoy it!

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This is the list of the fics I read and recommend in Week 11 2023:

 Prince charming (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @arrow-guy​ 💚

Love like a scar (Dark!WS!Steve Rogers X Reader) by @targaryenvampireslayer​🖤

Just desserts (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @beccaanne814​ 💚

Escort to the multiverse chapter 7: She enjoys the fucking pain (Brock Rumlow X Reader) by @talia-rumlow​ 🖤❤️💙

Happy Val (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @darsynia​ 💚

The perfect life part 6 (Dark!Stucky X Reader) by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork​ 🖤❤️

Uncommon beings (Steve Rogers) by @brooklyn-1918​ 💙

Escort to the multiverse chapter 8: How does she taste? (Brock Rumlow X Reader) by @talia-rumlow​ 🖤❤️💙

Girl all the bad guys want part 1 (Stucky X Reader) by @sidepartskinnyjeans​ ❤️💙

Apples and cherries (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @sarahwroteathing​ 💚

Rescuing Rumlow (Brock Rumlow X Reader) by @copiumm​ 💙💚

Escort to the multiverse chapter 9: Some sort of super human (Brock Rumlow X Reader) by @talia-rumlow​ 🖤❤️💙

Girl all the bad guys want part 2 (Stucky X Reader) by @sidepartskinnyjeans​ ❤️💙

The things we do for the love (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @ronearoundblindly​ 💚

Red is my favourite colour on you (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @imyourbratzdoll​ ❤️

Escort to the multiverse chapter 10: A non-disclosure agreement (Brock Rumlow X Reader) by @talia-rumlow​ 🖤❤️💙

Girl all the bad guys want part 3 (Stucky X Reader) by @sidepartskinnyjeans​ ❤️💙

Newbie (Runaways) by @ta3hann1e​ 💚

The mixer (Steve Rogers X OFC) by @hollybee8917​ 💚

America’s hope chapter 6 (Dark!Steve Rogers X Reader; Dark! Bucky X OFC, Dark!Tony Stark X OFC; Dark! Bucky X Reader x Dark! Tony) by @ironlady1993​ 🖤❤️

Pursuit (Brock Rumlow X Reader) by @fluffyprettykitty​ 💙

Girl all the bad guys want part 4 (Stucky X Reader) by @sidepartskinnyjeans​ ❤️💙

The nightmare (Wanda Maximoff X Reader, Jean Grey X Reader) by @messedupfan​ 💚💙

Escort to the multiverse chapter 11: I’m not dipping my dick in his leftovers! (Brock Rumlow X Reader) by @talia-rumlow​ 🖤❤️💙

Dumb Ghost part 2 (Tara Carpenter X Reader) by @maxxix66​ 💚

Distracted (Brock Rumlow X Reader) by @tikus-library​❤️

Steve Rogers fic (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @imyourbratzdoll​ 💙

Falling all in you (The divine pairing) by @wafflesinthe504​ 💚

Break my heart (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @imaginedreamwrite​💙

#Annie recommends

[rookthorne]

Through a Soldier's Eyes | ꜱᴛᴜᴄᴋʏ

Pairing; Stucky Word Count; 1.1k Warnings; hurt/comfort, implied major character death (IT DOESN'T ACTUALLY HAPPEN), graphic description of injury and blood, nightmares, reference to WS!Bucky, flashbacks, pet names A/N; as my best friend said - WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS? Look it's not my fault Bucky is my favourite glow stick. Leave me be.

WHUMPTOBER MASTERLIST

The wicked and blackened hand of cruel delusions wound its way through his dreams like it was on a mission - to pull him under, and drown him. But a Soldier did not go down without a fight.

There was a girl - a woman, on his arm and another just a few steps ahead. They laughed gleefully as the sound of their heels clicked against the pavement towards the blinding lights of the future - a coveted convention that Bucky had been so damn excited to see. But only if Steve came along. 

So, naturally, Steve trailed along behind them, just out of reach as he always had been - small, and ever so stubborn. 

“Bucky!” One of the women cried happily when they reached the stage, looking up at him as though he hung the moon in the night sky - God, he wanted Steve to look at him like that. Bucky only smiled his signature smile, the one he used to get these women in the first place, and moved to stand just behind her shoulder. 

A sudden flash of white obscured his vision, and he was in a room on his own, the walls a solid concrete grey that spanned all of what he could see. His arm, it was heavy, and he could feel his shoulder slowly lowering under the weight. The sleek look of shining metal was startling, and Bucky let out a shout of surprise that echoed off the walls.

Another flash and he was back at the stage of the World Expo, a woman still on his arm, and Steve still right behind him. 

Bucky blinked furiously and stared up to the stage where Howard Stark was talking to the crowd, gesturing to the car just behind him - well, Bucky thought it was a car, it had no wheels. 

“Buck?” Steve asked quietly, his hand reaching for Bucky’s elbow. 

Another sudden flash of white made Bucky flinch and step to the side, a poor attempt to shy away from the blinding light that gave way to another vision, one where the moon was the only source of light. 

He was perched on the edge of a building, a rifle with a scope in his hands and it was trained on a window of an apartment. 

There was nothing he could do as his finger squeezed the trigger, and the slight jolt of recoil jammed against his shoulder. It was silent until the concussive sound of a bullet slicing its way through plywood echoed from a block away, almost inaudible to everyone else, but like an explosion in his ears. 

Target hit, he thought and watched his own hands pull the rifle from its cradle to sling it over his back, the strap tight across his chest. It was an unfamiliar weight and Bucky did not like it. 

“Bucky?” Steve tried again, and Bucky stared down at Steve’s hand, his once olive green uniform morphing to be sleek metal, and then back again. “What’s wrong?” 

They were standing on the steps to the enlistment building, and Bucky had no idea how they had even gotten there in the first place. The women that had been hanging off him were nowhere to be seen.

Over Steve’s shoulder Bucky could see men standing on a platform, the light framing their face so it would reflect onto the faceless soldier before them.

The horrors of war were only appealing until blood stained their hands. 

“Bucky, what’s wrong?” Steve tried again, his voice firm but gentle, soft but demanding. 

Bucky smiled, hiding the fact he knew it came across as more of a grimace. “I’m fine, Stevie.”

Instead of white, his vision clouded to black in the blink of an eye. He could not see where he was, he could not hear where he was. 

There was a sudden pressure against his hand, it was as though he had punched through a wall and couldn’t pull his fist back out again, but it was wet. He couldn’t understand - why was his hand wet?

Bucky wrenched his eyes open and gasped, the sound muffled behind a black muzzle that was tight against his nose and cheekbones. His arm was stretched outwards, the handle of a blade tight in the grip of his right hand while his left was pushed against Steve’s considerably larger shoulder. 

Steve, who had been small only a second ago, had become built just like Bucky was - the expanse of his muscles covered by a blue armour Bucky could not recognise through his haze of horror.

The knife was jammed into Steve’s lung, between the delicate bones of his ribs that had withstood bouts of pneumonia and asthma that should have killed him. Steve only frowned, confusion evident in the pinch of his brow and slackening of his jaw. Both of them looked down to where Bucky’s hand was connected to Steve’s body. 

Blood was blooming faster than their eyes could track over the white and red of Steve’s armour, and over Bucky’s hand. 

“No,” Bucky breathed, his voice still muffled by the mask of the Asset. “No, no, no, I’m-”

“Buck?” Steve wheezed, his raspy voice louder than a gunshot and it forced Bucky to stop his tirade of guilt, shock, and confusion. “Bucky?”

“I didn’t-” Bucky tried but was interrupted by a wet cough from Steve. “No!”

Steve’s knees gave out and he crashed to the floor, taking Bucky with him. The wet cough turned into a fit that stained Steve’s teeth crimson while a rivulet of blood bubbled at the corner of his lips when he tilted his head. 

It was unlike anything Bucky had seen, and he would give the world for it to not be real. 

“Steve!” 

“You know, I do-” Another cough interrupted Steve and he hawked up a glob of blood and spit. Bucky could feel the tears burn his waterline and fall down his grease-stained face. “I don’t know how I was such a fool.”

“What?” Bucky almost shouted, the panic of losing Steve contracted like a wicked and evil hand around his already broken and shattered heart. “Please, Stevie, I-”

“‘Till the end of the line, right?”

Black. 

It was all black, and Bucky’s chest constricted against nothing, the lung he had pierced with his blade had somehow made its home in his own body. 

“Bucky! Wake up!” 

There were hands on his shoulders, and they were shaking him. “Bucky!”

His eyes snapped open, and his vision was crowded with a figure, the broad shoulders and bearded face of Steve. Steve. 

Steve was alive!

Bucky launched forward and wrapped his arms around Steve’s shoulders - his muscles covered by a cotton shirt, the navy colour too much like his nightmare. “Stevie,” Bucky sobbed, and Steve brought his arms around Bucky’s waist, his grip tight and reassuring. 

“I’m here, sweetheart,” Steve murmured into Bucky’s hair, his warm breath fanning over his ear as a renewed bout of sobbing rattled Bucky to his core. “I’m here.”

It had been so real. A cruel and wicked reality that lived only in the depths of his mind, a real nightmare that grated against the last dregs of his sanity. But as Steve held him tightly against his rising and falling chest, the demons of Bucky’s mind shrunk back into the shadows - where they belonged. 

Graphics & Header made by yours truly.

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#whumptober2022 #no.21 #FAMOUS LAST WORDS #Coughing up Blood #marvel #fic #hurt/comfort #implied major character death #graphic description of blood and injury #nightmares #reference to WS!Bucky #flashbacks #pet names #bucky barnes x steve rogers #bucky x steve #stucky #stevebucky #rookthorne's works #TASE

[themculibrary]

Top!Steve Masterlist

A Very Stucky Halloween (ao3) - CapsWinterSoldier steve/bucky E, 3k

Summary: Bucky gets a Halloween costume for Steve’s eyes only.

Bring Me His Heart (ao3) - jellybeanforest steve/tony E, 6k

Summary: Tony interrupts Steve mid-heist in his penthouse and assumes he is the escort he hired for the night; Steve doesn’t correct him.

But If You're Touching, I'll Make It Better (ao3) - OhCaptainMyCaptain bucky/steve/tony, steve/bucky E, 19k

Summary: “What about Capsicle?” Tony asks.

Barnes’s smirk grows. “What about him?”

Tony gives him a flat look and puts his hands on his hips. “Well, not that it’s not a pleasant surprise to see Robocop offering himself to me like some strippergram – but I really don’t feel like getting the smackdown from your boyfriend once he’d find out.”

The entire time he’s talking, Barnes is raising his eyebrows and looking at him with an over exaggerated interest; quirking his mouth as if to say, 'Oh, really, do tell me more, that’s so interesting.' There’s a split second after the last word is out when Tony watches grey eyes flicker off of him to just behind Tony, and he doesn’t even get the chance to wonder what the fuck he’s looking at--

When he hears his door shut and suddenly Rogers’s voice is right behind his left ear.

“Who says I wouldn’t like it?” the Captain murmurs, and Tony freezes.

E is for Escort (ao3) - VenusDoom3 steve/bucky E, 8k

Summary: Or, the AU in which Bucky is an escort hired by Tony to give Steve a birthday he'll never forget.

Gimme Sugar (ao3) - geneticallydead steve/bucky E, 10k

Summary: Bucky wants to be Steve's sugar baby, and isn't exactly shy about it.

Give In (ao3) - sterlingstars steve/bucky E, 3k

Summary: I got you right where I want you, jerk,” Bucky says with a wicked grin as Steve wriggles in his grip. “And I don't even gotta worry about being too rough, cause you don't even have asthma anymore.” His grin is vicious, and Steve's stomach flops.

“Worried you're gonna break me, Bucky?”

It always starts off innocent enough, but with these two, it was never long before they stirred up trouble.

god, baby, i love you so (ao3) - nightmaresinwintah steve/bucky E, 10k

Summary: Despite what Tony (and, often, Natasha) say, Steve and Bucky don't exactly act their age. For one, would someone who's been alive as long as they have be going on missions to save the world? Would they be going for runs and working out two hours a day? Would they be having this much sex? Maybe. Either way, here's six snippets of your favourite super-soldiers lives well after Civil War is over and done.

Or, an excuse for me to write six chapters of Stucky porn. You're welcome?

Honey Hurry Up (It's So Hard To Be Good) (ao3) - MarcellaBianca, Quarra steve/bucky E, 6k

Summary: “It’s going to feel good, then...I’ll do it.”

“You will?”

“I’d do anything for you. You know that.” Steve smiled, in that crooked, broken way, the way that made Bucky want to eat him alive. Or be eaten.

I Need to Be Youthfully Felt 'Cause God, I Never Felt Young (ao3) - sangha steve/bucky E, 2k

Summary: March 10, 2017

Steve wakes up with Bucky sprawled out next to him. He knows he has to be quiet; Bucky is a very light sleeper. Both of them are. It’s a necessity and an inevitability when you’ve lived through several wars, but right now, it’s mostly annoying. Steve just wants to surprise Bucky for once, but the odds of him succeeding are close to zero. That doesn’t mean he won’t try.

I took my love, I made him mine (ao3) - Metalbvcky steve/bucky E, 1k

Summary: “Something smells awfully good over there,” Steve says from afar, and his words die in his throat when he steps into the kitchen.

The first thing Steve’s gaze lands on is ass, peeking out from an apron that’s loosely tied at Bucky’s waist. He lets his eyes wander the smooth, bare skin, of ripped shoulder blades and massive thighs.

"What’cha waitin’ on, Stevie?” Bucky smirks, eyes sparking. “Come and get a taste of this pretty peach.”

--

Or, how Steve and Bucky spend their cabin getaway after a long mission.

Keep Quiet, Nothing Comes As Easy As You (ao3) - fandomfluffandfuck steve/bucky E, 6k

Summary: Bucky's always been especially vulnerable to going fuck-dumb; he drools, he whines, and he floats whenever his Daddy, Steve, starts making him feel good, so... what happens when his Daddy pushes him to see just how dumb he can make him? How much pleasure does it take to make Bucky entirely useless?

And, of course, Steve's gonna test this with not only his fingers and cock but a vibrator too. After all, what is a Daddy for if not wringing the best orgasms out of their baby?

Model of Persuasion (ao3) - LightningStriking steve/bucky E, 8k

Summary: Bucky is a famous model, known for his gorgeous face and smoldering looks. Steve, a photographer who is assigned to take pictures of Bucky for a large campaign. Bucky immediately knows he wants Steve, in every way possible. Yet when Steve seems shy, hesitant to take their relationship past professional boundaries, can Bucky convince Steve they could work well together, both in AND out of the parameters of their contract?

nothing left but scars (ao3) - SailorChibi steve/tony E, 6k

Summary: Steve wakes up to the fact that no one ever compliments or even says thank you to Tony, and that he has fallen into the same trap of painting Tony with a specific paintbrush.

This is how he showers a very confused Tony with praise to make up for it.

Somnophilia (ao3) - OhCaptainMyCaptain steve/bucky E, 7k

Summary: In the bedroom, whatever Bucky wants, Bucky gets; and right now, Bucky wants Steve screaming by the time he’s finished with him.

Sugar Sweet (ao3) - ColorCoated steve/bucky E, 173k

Summary: College Student Bucky finds himself immediately attracted to Steve. He knows that Steve's a bit older than him, and that Steve himself is put off by the age difference. . . But that doesn't stop Bucky from wanting to climb him like a tree.

AKA a Sugar Daddy AU that no one was asking for.

Think I'm Finally Clean (ao3) - fuck_me_barnes steve/bucky E, 4k

Summary: In which sub Bucky wishes for rougher handling by normally gentle dom Steve, and gets probably more than he bargained for.

Tomorrow Comes Soon Enough (ao3) - buckybarnesdeservestobehappy (hutchabelle) steve/bucky E, 3k

Summary: Bucky Barnes needs a vacation, and Steve Rogers, his longtime boyfriend is determined to give it to him (in more ways than one). All Bucky requests is a private cabin with a massive bed, huge shower, and lots of sex. When the place they book comes with a hot tub, Steve decides they should put it to good use.

Or

Steve and Bucky put the hot in hot tub.

you can't take heart and soul (ao3) - endofadream steve/bucky E, 4k

Summary: The way he arches is a thing of beauty: the late-afternoon light paints the wall in slanting tones of faded yellow, casting half of Bucky’s face in shadow. It highlights the arch of his cheekbones, the sculpted hollow of his cheeks. The fanned flutter of his lashes when he closes his eyes.

God. Steve had almost forgotten how good Bucky sounds when he begs. Breathy, a little high-pitched. Every bit Steve’s.

#themculibrary #mcu #marvel #top!steve #top!steve masterlist #smut #sex tw #masterlists

[earlgreydream]

| stucky |

one shots:

mission. (s,f) Steve, Bucky, and you end up on a mission that goes wrong in all kinds of ways, including your accommodations only having one bed

exams. (f) Steve and Bucky help comfort you after bad grades, and help you study for exams

training. (s,f) requested. Your training with Steve and Bucky turns into sex when they can’t control themselves at the sight of you in your workout clothes

injured. (s,f) requested. You get injured on a mission you weren’t supposed to go on, and your boyfriends find out despite your attempts to hide it

rogue. (s,f,a) requested. you go rogue on a mission, and the boys remind you what you’re risking. 

flinch. (f,a) requested. you flinch during an argument with the boys 

dessert. (s,f) requested. the boys help you through a bad subdrop 

Blurbs:

sick days. (f) requested. stucky watching disney movies with you when you’re sick 

#grey's masterlist #earl grey stucky #grey's stucky masterlist #stucky x reader #stevebucky #stevebucky x reader #earl grey bucky #earl grey steve #captain america x reader #winter soldier x reader

[dilemmaontwolegs]

Steve Rogers Masterlist

|| Main Masterlist || Drabbles Masterlist || A/N: all reader inserts are female unless otherwise stated. These are as inclusive as possible and only description that may be included is if reader has hair (mostly used in rough smut scenes). Banner by @firefly-graphics KEY: ⁂ = smut † = death ⨮ =angst ꕥ = fluff ⧻ = 500+ notes

Closure ⨮ ➴ You finally get the closure you need from your break up with Steve His Dark Side ⁂ || widow!reader ➴ You take Steve's virginity and free him from his restraint End of the Line † ➴ Steve dies of old age in your care (Bucky is readers love interest) Life In Shades Of Grey ꕥ ➴ Steve enjoys capturing you in his sketches. Desk Duty ꕥ ➴ You get the mouthwatering task of keeping Steve within your sights at his gym. Madame Butterfly ➴ Steve tracks you down to reunite you with your family Found Family ꕥ || transmasc!reader ➴ Steve comforts you after seeing your parents for the first time since transitioning. Big Mistake ⨮ ⁂ ➴ It takes a bad date to admit your feelings for Steve

Second Chance ⨮ || Part Two ꕥ ⁂ ➴ Steve returns after being on the run for two years, attempting to salvage the relationship

Make It Better ⁂ ⧻ ➴ Thruple with Bucky and Steve after you get hurt. The Mad Hatter and Captain Underpants ⁂ ⧻ ➴ Halloween special Morning Sex ⁂ ⧻  ➴ A morning wake up of the best kind. Claws Out ꕥ || Part Two ⁂ || Part Three ➴ You find two people you can trust with your life. Birthday Wishes ꕥ ➴ Your boyfriends spoil you on your special day (2) + 1 ⨮ ➴ A year after breaking up, you cross paths with your ex’s: Stucky More Than A Service ꕥ || mechanic au ➴ Life gets tough when you find yourself attracted two men equally

The Mechanic Next Door ⁂ || Mechanic!Steve Rogers ➴ Steve comes to the rescue when your car won't start The Mark ⁂ || Soulmate AU ➴ What you feel for Steve is more than just spark RETRIBUTION MC MASTERLIST || biker!Steve Rogers

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Doll - Part 4 (Stucky x Reader)

Doll

Part 4 - Punishment // Doll Masterlist

Stucky x Reader

Bodyguard AU

Warnings: spanking

Summary: Your bodyguards teach you a lesson.

You pace up and down in the silence of your room. Your eyes wander to the door from time to time. You should give them a piece of your mind. They would deserve it! It's not a way to treat anyone! What are they thinking? What are you? A kid? They can't punish you with silent treatment! Yes, you fucked up big time, so? You learned your lesson already! There is no need to be this cruel.

Deep down, you know you are heartbroken. It seems like you are not so important to them. Otherwise, they couldn't put you aside so easily. You are just another job.

And it's okay.

You will get over it.

But treating you like a burden is not fair!

With that thought, you march out of your room, making your way to Bucky's room before you can change your mind.

You deserve better.

The door rattles in its frame as you bang on it. Your fist hits the wooden surface repeatedly until you hear the small klick of the lock. Your hand is in the air when the door opens with a frowning Bucky behind it. He wears grey sweatpants with a matching hoodie, and god, he looks good. You are sure you would appreciate the view in any other circumstances. But right now, you are angry. Furious even.

"Can we talk?" You ask him, matching his expression. You won't back away even if your heart breaks through your ribcage.

"We can talk in the morning," he answers.

"No, we can't," you argue. You are afraid you won't be brave enough to talk in the morning.

Another door opens in the background, and you can see Steve's tall form from the corner of your eyes.

"Then speak," Bucky says, drawing your attention back to him.

You know what you want to say. You didn't forget it. But forming words while both of them watch you is much harder than being face to face with only one of them. You already feel your throat tightening.

"Well," you clear your throat. "I..."

Bucky has a really hard time hiding his amusement from you. You were so confident a few seconds ago before Steve appeared. You were ready to fight, and Bucky was waiting for it too.

"You can't treat me like this!" You tell him, forcing a frown back on your face. "I know I fucked up, okay? I shouldn't have gone out without a word, leaving you in the dark about where I am or if I'm okay. It was wrong, I know. But right now, you are the ones who are wrong! Because treating people like this is wrong!"

"Are you done?" Bucky asks after a while, making you scoff. How dare he be so rude to you?!

"Yes," you reply. "And you can-"

"Come in," he says, stepping away from the doorway to give you room.

"What?" You ask back, confused. You were ready to tell them to go home, whatever that means.

"Come in," he repeats it, motioning to Steve to follow you.

You feel trapped when the door closes behind Bucky, and you are alone in the room with your bodyguards. Your heart is in your throat as you stand a few meters away from them with folded arms, waitingly. Both of them seem confident in contrast with you as Bucky sits down on the edge of his bed while Steve walks to the window, looking through it before turning back to you. He wears sweatpants and a worn t-shirt. His blonde hair is still wet from the shower he probably took before hearing you and Bucky in the corridor.

"So?" You snap at them. "What do you want?"

Your eyes are on Bucky since he was the one who asked, no, demanded you into his room.

"We have enough of your misbehavior, Y/N," he says, leaning to his elbows on his knees. His face is still strict but not as stoic as the last few days.

You frown. "And I told you I'm sorry. It was a mistake."

"It was negligence," Steve speaks up for the first time. "You only thought about yourself. What do you think could have happened if something went wrong? Do you think we are here for fun? We were patient with you and each of your whims, but you stepped out of the line this time."

"Your father's business is dangerous, Y/N," Bucky continues before you can cut in. "You are in danger, Y/N. What you can't understand about it?"

"I understand it."

You feel like a child. Your face is warm from embarrassment as they continue to lecture you.

"And you have to be punished." You freeze at Bucky's words. A scoff breaks through your lips as you look up at him from the ground.

"What do you mean?" You scoff. "I think the silent treatment was more than enough!"

"It's not you who decides about it, Y/N."

"Then what do you want?" You mock him. "You will call my father? I can't leave my room?"

"Bend over my knee," Bucky replies, staring at you as you freeze once again.

What does he want? Is he serious?

"You can't be serious," you reply, more quietly this time.

"I am, Y/N," Bucky answers, waiting for you with a raised eyebrow. "And if you don't come here, you will have to take off your pants too."

You don't know what shocks you more, Bucky's words or the slight throbbing between your legs. It can't be real.

"Buck-"

"Pants down, sweetheart."

You look over at Steve for help, but he doesn't move. He just stares at you waitingly. His arms are folded in front of his chest, and his muscles bulge under his shirt.

Okay, you think, if they want to play like this, you can do that, too. You won't back away, and not just because of the growing need between your legs.

Keeping eye contact with the brunette, you hook your fingers under the waistband of your pajama pants. The soft fabric falls to your feet, leaving you just in your shirt and panties. Bucky can barely contain his serious expression when he sees the angry defiance on your face. You look like a kitten who is ready to crawl his eyes out.

"Come here," Bucky orders you again until you are really on his knees, giving a clear view of your bottom to him and Steve. Your whole body burns with embarrassment and excitement at the same time. Anticipation bubbles in your chest as your breath gets erratic.

"Why do you get punished, Y/N?" Bucky asks, dragging his eyes away from your ass to Steve. The blonde man seems surprised. He didn't think you would really do it. Bucky is risking everything if you decide to go to your father after this.

"Because I went out without you," you reply. Your voice is much softer as you lay on the man's knees.

"And?"

"And you couldn't reach me on the phone."

"And what you won't do ever again?"

"I won't go out without telling you," you answer.

"Good," Bucky says, smoothing his large hand on your bottom. His palm is warm and rough. A shiver runs through your body.

"What do you think how much spanking you deserve because of it?"

"It's not me who decides about it," you whisper, repeating his words.

"Very good," he hums. "I think twenty is enough. What do you think, Steve?"

"Twenty-six," Steve answers without thinking. "For every morning, she woke us up."

"Yeah," Bucky nods. "You are right."

You can't even breathe as you wait for the first slap. And you don't have to wait for it for long. Bucky's open palm hits down on your soft flesh with a loud smack. A gasp leaves your mouth at the sudden, burning feeling.

"One," Bucky counts. "How are you, Doll?" He asks. His fingers dig into your flesh, massaging the sore spot.

"I'm fine," you reply, still trying to find out how you feel about the whole thing. You are bending over your bodyguard's lap while the other one watches you get spanked by his best friend.

And you don't hate it.

"Two," Bucky says, and before you could do anything, he slaps you again. And three more times. You fidget on his lap, trying to keep your mind clear, but it's hard when you know you are wet even though your ass really starts to hurt.

"Six." Slap. "Seven." Slap. "Eight." Slap.

You press your forehead against the bed, trying to keep your painful sobs at bay. Your body trembles and you desperately want to stop this, but something stops you. The desire deep down that burns maybe even more than your bottom.

"It's okay," Bucky says, massaging you again to give you some time. "Do you want to stop?"

You shake your head. Your lips are in a thin line.

"Use your words, Y/N," Steve speaks up. His voice is hoarse. He can't drag his eyes away from your pretty bottom and the wet spot on your panties. Bucky smirks up at the blonde man, thinking the same.

"Continue."

Bucky slaps your ass without warning, and for some reason, you know the reason behind it.

"Please," you add.

"Good girl," Bucky hums, petting your skin again. "Are you sure you want to continue? We can stop now, Doll."

"No," you argue. "I want to continue. Please."

Slap.

Slap.

Slap.

By the time your punishment ends, you are a crying, horny mess on your bodyguard's lap. Your lips taste like tears, and your body burns with pain and desire, and you don't know which one is more important.

"Twenty-six," Bucky says after the last smack. A relieved sigh leaves your lips in quiet sobs while you let the man adjust you on his lap. Now your bum is on his thighs with your legs at his sides. His arms are around you, petting you and caressing you everywhere.

"You were so good, Doll," he praises you quietly. "So brave for me, hm?"

You nod. "Am I forgiven?"

"Yes," he smiles. "You are forgiven now."

"Thank you."

"Can you stand up?" Steve's voice cuts into your conversation as he comes back from the bathroom. The bulge in his pants is obvious, but you try not to think about it.

"I think," you reply, but your legs still shake, and your mind is dizzy. You didn't notice how tired you got until now.

"You know what," Bucky starts, holding your arm to help you. His voice is soft and patient. "Lay down on the bed."

You let him move you and adjust you on the soft covers. Your red bottom is in front of their eyes again.

"It's a soothing balm," Steve explains, pulling your panties aside a bit from your sore cheek.

Steve's movements are slow, and his touch is soft. The cream helps soothe the burning of your skin, and while they are busy praising you, you fall asleep on Bucky's bed, cocooned in his musky scent.

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steve & bucky's girl | morning routine. [blurb.]

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summary | steve and bucky get you ready for the day by showing you just what they plan on doing once they get you out of bed.

characters | dark!daddies!stucky, innocent!little!reader

warnings | soft!daddies (though still dark, this series is just so dark by nature), ddlg stuff (stuffed animals, paci, abdl), suggesting/implied smut (noncon) with medfet elements, abuse of a stuffie, reader cries, kind of watersports stuff? with the abdl (just talk about it tho), why does this make me feral :^))

requested by anon | Omg what about Bucky and Steve feeling soft and showing her what they’re going to do to her on a stuffie before they do it?

an | omg anon- i love this idea so much!!! i can totally see it too, maybe they’re just laying in her crib together and steve and bucky are trying to get her up; they’re giving her a lot more time than usual just bc she’s so precious all snuggled up with her stuffies in her sweet little jammies, but they’re getting impatient so they decide to give her a little opener before the big show haha, thanks for sending this in!!!

“Little girl, look at what Daddy’s showing you,” Bucky’s voice is rough, demanding as he nudges you, eyes burning into you as he watches you cower away into the safety of the pillow nest behind you. Grunting in annoyance, the dark-haired man grabs you by the jaw, roughly forcing you to face the blonde sitting in front of you, holding your favorite stuffie hostage in his unforgiving hands.

“Aww baby, don’t you wanna show Mr. Ruffles your good listening ears?” the man pouts as he shakes the worn grey elephant in front of you, adding as he watches your eyes fill with tears, “Oh, c'mon sweetheart, what’re those tears for? Don’t you wanna see all the fun things your daddies have planned for you today?”

“What d'you think they’ll do first?” Bucky eggs on from beside you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder as you’re left with no choice but to watch Steve’s large hands part the object’s flimsy legs, causing the men to coo sickeningly in excitement. “Think they’ll get her all ready on the table for a change?”

“Mhmm, just like every morning,” Steve confirms as your eyes shift over in horror to the piece of furniture sitting just beyond the top of the supersoldier’s shoulder. “Maybe she’s been a good girl and gone in her pull-up like she’s supposed to, hmm? Her daddies will be very pleased with that.” Gently, the man’s large fingers begin brushing up against the fabric between the elephant’s legs, causing a soft whimper to erupt from your lips as you squeeze your legs together shamefully.

“Poor little doll, already gettin’ so worked up at watching Daddy’s fingers; don’t worry, princess. Your turn’s coming next,” Bucky promises as he plants a kiss into your hair, his free hand coming down to grip the bulge forming beneath his grey sweatpants.

“If she’s been good, we’ll let her off easy,” Steve hums as he rubs tender circles over the toy’s imaginary clit, “maybe just make her cum once or twice. But if she’s been bad- if she’s dry…”

“I think we all know what happens then,” Bucky chuckles, darkened eyes turning down to lock with yours. “Bad girls get Daddy’s help.”

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#eun's writing #eun's blurb nights #april '22 s&bg blurb night #s&bg #stucky #stucky smut #stucky fluff #dark!stucky #dark!steve rogers #dark!bucky barnes #daddy!steve rogers #daddy!bucky barnes #steve rogers smut #bucky barnes smut #steve rogers fluff #bucky barnes fluff #stucky x little!reader #steve rogers x little!reader #bucky barnes x little!reader #s&bg: morning routine

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gift wrap

pairings: stucky x reader ( steve x reader x bucky )

warnings: SMUT, mature language, actual filth, 18+, threesome, oral ( m receiving ), male on male, dirty talk, cum eating, please this is so filthy, cream pie?? 

request(s): Could I request a Stucky x reader with smut prompt #7?Thank you!x new follower 💜 +  #75: “Mind if I join you?” with Stucky

a/n: so uh yeah, this is really, really, realllly filthy so like, please be warned.. i merged two requests because i realized they would work really well together! or i mean at least i thought so. not only is this filthy it is really long. happy reading!

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You were seated atop the plush carpet that was spread out across the wooden floor, presents and wrapping paper scattered around you. You and the boys had used the day to do Christmas shopping for your friends and family.  

Sometimes shopping with the boys felt like shopping with toddlers, and they felt the same way about shopping with you. But that wont stop any of you from all shopping with one another. Well, except when shopping for one another, but that’s another story.

You had a few presents wrapped, yet still a ton more to go. Bucky had given up wrapping after two presents, he opted to now be sitting with you between his legs, his chest pressed firmly against your back.

Steve on the other hand was continuing to wrap, wanting to get this over and done with instead of sitting in the house with what felt like millions of presents needing to be wrapped. He just liked getting things done instead of letting them pile up. He did it all calmly with no worry what so ever.

and Bucky of course was the opposite.  

Bucky liked to procrastinate till the last minute and still come out having done whatever it was perfectly and seemingly like he had heaps and heaps of time to do whatever it was.  

You on the other hand, no matter when you got it done you did in a panicked manner, no matter how stressful or not the situation was. If you got it done on time, before or last minute it was still done with immense anxiety.  

Needless to say you three were all different in that way, yet still worked together beautifully.

Your fingers started to slow down as Bucky started to press kisses across your neck, teasing around your sweet spot- do everything possible to avoid it but constantly graze over the sensitive skin.  

Steve looked over at your two from the wrapping, his eyes darkening ever so slightly at the sight he saw. Your pupils seemed to be a little bigger than normal as your lips parted ever so slightly.  

You were trying to keep your concentration on the present you were trying to wrap, but Bucky had other plans in mind and he didn’t stop usually till he got his way.

The moment his lips attached to your sweet spot was the moment a quiet whimper slipped past your lips, causing you to try and wiggle out of his grasp as he held you against him tighter.  

“Stop trying to fuck me! I am wrapping presents.” Your words trailed off as he nipped at your skin, the paper wrapping in your hands crumbling as you tighten your grasp on the colorful shiny paper. Bucky let out a laugh against your skin, pulling you impossibly closer to his chest.

The closer you were the more you could feel his erection against your back through his grey sweatpants. He had forgone his shirt earlier when he proclaimed he was ‘too hot.’ But with him it could have two meanings that neither you nor Steve questioned when it came to the male.  

Speaking of Steve, he never let his gaze shift from you two, he had just finished wrapping his last present- you three had divided the gifts into an equal amount to make it fair. But it wasn’t like any of you minded, well, except Bucky.  

Bucky let his left arm stay wrapped around your torso, his right hand snaking up to grab your jaw, turning your head to the side. “You sure I cant stop? C’mon, look at the way Steve is looking at us. Don’t you wanna do something more fun than wrapping presents?” He purred in your ear, causing your lips to part.  

“I can think of another thing I want my cock wrapped in this Christmas.” He growled this time, your eyes falling shut as you let the paper slip from your fingers. Your cheeks flushed red at that, Bucky shifted your head to look at Steve. He was leaning back on his hands, a smirk on his face. His cock was already hard in his jeans, it amazed and slightly terrified you just how easily these boys got turned on.

Bucky hummed softly, his left hand loosening it’s grip around your torso, letting his metal fingers gently glide down your body and up your skirt. Cupping your mound through your underwear, “Don’t you wanna put on a show for Steve, let him watch you come undone because of me? I know he would like that.” Bucky continued, slowly pushing your lace panties to the side.  

His metal fingers made contact with your heat, causing you to gasp at the sudden chill on your most sensitive area. “But, the presents-” You managed to get out, leaning your head back onto Bucky’s shoulder. He tutted at you the moment your eyes started to slip shut, giving your jaw a gentle shake. “Eyes on Steve, kid.” He grumbled out, his fingers gliding ever so gently through your folds.

Steve had a perfect view of this, your legs spread wide as you were sat between Bucky, your skirt was bunched up giving him the best view of Bucky’s fingers stuffed in your cunt. It made him throb almost painfully in his pants, palming himself to try and ease it.

You whimpered as Bucky pressed a finger into you, causing your legs to snap shut which only caused Steve to shake his head at you. “Mind if I join you?” Steve said to Bucky, which the male only nodded his head with a smile. “You never have to ask, punk.” In a flash Steve was right in front of you, leaning forward to press a searing kiss to your lips. Once he pulled away he kissed Bucky with the same amount of passion.

Seeing them kiss always got to you, you managed to get wetter as you clenched around Bucky’s metal fingers. Your eyes were trained on them, having to crane your neck in a strange way to watch them. But the pain was worth it. A moan slipped past your parted lips as you felt a thumb rubbing at your clit.

Steve thumbed at your clit while Bucky added another finger into you, the two still kissing.

If you could, you would've cum right then and there. Once again you tried to close your legs, but you couldn’t with Steve on his knees between your thighs.

The two pulled away, a string of saliva pulling between their red, swollen lips. Bucky moved to press kisses across your neck once again, Steve easing his thumb off your clit. Once he did that you let out a sad whine which in turn caused Steve to smack your cunt gently, your back arching off of Bucky’s chest with a sharp gasp.

“Behave.” Steve tutted, moving to unbutton your blouse with skillful fingers while Bucky continued to pump his fingers in and out of your dripping core slowly. Once your shirt was unbuttoned Bucky eased his fingers out of you, you bit your lip to not let out another whine.  

Bucky helped get your shirt off the rest of the way before throwing it somewhere else in the living room, he pushed you forward a tad to unclasp your bra. You shimmed out of the article clothing and once again it was tossed across the room.  

You were left in your skirt and underwear, the chill of the air causing your nipples to pebble. Steve leaned down to press open mouth kisses across your chest, leaving marks in his wake. You were once again pulled back into Bucky’s chest, he pressed a soft kiss to your cheek.  

“Isn’t this better than wrapping those presents?” He questioned in your ear, you bit at your bottom lip as you nodded your head. You let your gaze shift over to the discarded wrapping paper, tape and unwrapped presents.  

But you were taken out of the moment by Steve sucking your nipple into his mouth, a harsh gasp being heard from you as your hands quickly shot up to tangle themselves in Steve’s blonde locks, he chuckled softly against you, pulling away from your breast with a wet ‘pop’. He then put his attention to the other breast, giving it the same treatment he gave the other one.  

Your eyes were shut in bliss, hands shaking in his hair as you panted, the throbbing in your core becoming stronger.  

“Why don’t we take this to the couch.” Bucky purred out, and soon enough you were being pulled around like a rag doll to the couch that was only a few feet away.  

Steve let out a hum once Bucky placed you down onto the couch, the two were standing while you remained seated. Bucky soon discarded himself of his sweats, his cock springing free and smacking his lower stomach. Steve soon followed suit in getting undressed, as you watched him you felt your mouth water at the sight.  

Your boys were the two hottest men alive, sculpted to perfection physically and in every other way. Bucky soon was standing right in front of you, his hands resting on your cheeks before sliding up to your hair, tilting your head back as he stared down at you and you stared up with wide, innocent eyes.  

His tongue shot out and licked his bottom lip, “Aren’t you a sight to see?” He purred out as you tightened your thighs together to help give yourself some sort of friction. Your hands were on your lap, itching to reach out to one of their cocks, once again your mouth felt like it was watering.  

“What are we gonna do with her, Buck?” Steve questioned from the side, causing you to shift your gaze over to look at the other tall male. Bucky motioned for Steve to sit down, as Steve turned to sit Bucky leaned over and smacked Steve’s ass gently, causing him to turn with his brows furrowed. The sight caused you to let out a quiet laugh, which in turn caused Bucky to smile proudly at you.  

Steve was seated next to you side ways, one of his legs on the couch and the other planted firmly on the ground. “Take off your panties, doll.” Steve said and of course you did as you were told. When you went to take off your skirt your hands were pulled away by Bucky, looking up at him in confusion. “No, keep the skirt on.” He said and you swallowed thickly with a nod.  

Bucky moved to sit on the other side of you, “Get on his cock.” He commanded you, soon you darted your eyes to Steve who was pumping his cock a few times, a breathy moan slipping past his parted lips. You shifted yourself ontop of Steve, straddling him.  

You hovered above him, one hand on his chest and the other on the back of the couch. He kept hold of his cock, teasing the tip through your folds, smearing his precum and your wetness across.  

Before you could say anything he was pushing up into you, your eyes nearly rolling into the back of your head as you tightened your grip on the couch, mouth dropping into an ‘o’ shape.  Slowly you eased down onto his length, his cock stretching you oh so deliciously.  

He let you take a moment to just sit on him, get use to his cock for a moment.  

But before you could start to move you felt a pair of hands on your waist, one metal and one flesh. Once again Bucky was pressed up against your back, you could feel his cock flesh against your back. His hands helped guide you back and forth on Steve’s cock. Your head finds its place against Bucky’s shoulder, panting as he pushes and pulls you.  

Steve bit his bottom lip, one hand resting on your hip right above where Bucky was holding and the other going down to rub gently at your clit. Applying light pressure, enough to send tingles down your spine but not enough to help send you over the edge.  

The once quiet room was filled with moans and pants, whimpering as Steve’s thick cock nearly rips you in half, Bucky’s strong hands on your hips helping you fall closer and closer to your peak. “You like that sweet girl?” Steve started speaking, the pressure he was pressing onto your clit getting stronger as the seconds passed.

“Like my cock nestled in you while Buck is gripping your hips and helping you grind down on me?” He asked you, his voice dark and low. You couldn’t speak, only nodding your head as you bit your bottom lip, speeding up your movements. “Oh you know she does, she's so good at keeping our cocks nice and wet, good at everything she does.” Bucky replied to Steve dirty talk with more.

Your legs were starting to feel like jelly, thighs shaking around Steve’s slim waist. Even with Bucky helping you, your pace was starting to slow as your peak was getting closer, your nails pressing faint crescent shapes into Steve’s chest as your grip on the couch started to falter.  

You would’ve fallen forward if it weren't for the strong hands on your hips keeping you up.

Your chest was rising and falling and starting to speed up. But before your peak was right in your grasps, Bucky tightened his grip on your hips and held you still. Which only caused you to let out a groan, nails digging in further to Steve as he let out a laugh. You were acting pitiful, pouting deeply as you looked up at the ceiling.

You knew it would do you no good to try and move your hips at this moment. Steve’s fingers had moved off your clit, letting his hand move to grasp your to cease you digging your nails into him further.  

Bucky pressed a few kisses to your shoulder. “Good girl,” He purred out against your skin. The affirmation caused your walls to flutter around Steve, which in turn caused him to let out a breathy groan as his free hand gripped your hip. They both held you still, your eyes shutting as you tried to calm your breathing.  

The two were letting your once building orgasm ease down to nothing but the feeling of being stuffed full, which you were.  

It felt like in a blink of an eye you were being pulled off of Steve, everything was moving so fast and so slow as you were dazed from the once blinding pleasure to the feeling of nothing.  

After a moment you were being leaned over the arm rest of the couch, skirt flipped up. Each of your arms were resting on the arm rest, and once again Steve was slowly easing himself into your throbbing core.  

One of his hands rested against the small of your back while the other helped him push his cock into you, once he was full inside that hand want to your hips.

Your forehead fell to rest against yours arms, but not for long. Soon two hands were cradling the sides of your head to lift it up. Standing in front was Bucky, and at perfect level of your mouth was his cock, precum leaking out of the slit. He let his right hand tangle into your hair while his left went to pump his cock a few times, biting his bottom lip as he stared down at you.

You already looked fucked out, eyes half closed, cheeks flushed and lips parted. But so eager for whatever these boys would throw at you. In a split second you were pulling his hand off his cock and pulling him closer. Letting go of his hand to wrap your fingers around his cock.

With a devious smirk you ran your thumb across the tip, spreading the precum across the head and starting to pump him. His lips parted with a breath slipping past, stepping closer to you.  

Leaning forward you pressed a kiss to his left hip before licking a stripe up the underside of his member. Your hands were slightly shaky from the pleasure Steve was giving you as he thrusted in and out of you in a slow, teasing pace. You let your lips wrap around Bucky before easing down, pumping what couldn’t fit in your mouth.

You relaxed your throat and took him all in, and once you did that Steve started to pump his cock in and out of you faster, which in turn caused you to moan around Bucky. The noise sent vibrations through him, “Oh, fuck.” Bucky grunted out, letting his hands gather your hair in a makeshift ponytail as he followed the pace Steve was thrusting at.  

One of your hands was holding you up while the other went to rest against Bucky’s thigh, eyes rolling back in pleasure.

Steve leaned over and reached his hand around to rub at your clit. Once he did so you pulled off of Bucky to let out a moan and to get air, using your hand that was just on his thigh to now jerk him off.  

“You like being stuffed full like this, don’t you? My cock down your throat and Steve buried in your cunt. Bet you wish we could stay like this, huh?” Bucky spoke huskily once you took him back in your mouth, bobbing your head and hallowing your cheeks. “Oh you know she does, she is gripping me so tight I can barely move.” Steve added with a sharp thrust which made your eyes roll back as he continued to circle your clit with his fingers.

“Fuck, doll- feels so good.” Steve said a moment later, leaning back up. Bucky shifted all your hair to one of his hands before he leaned over to grab the back of Steve’s neck, pulling him close for a heated kiss, both of them fucking you still.

If you died right then and there, you would've been fine with that.  

The two pulled away once the need for air became strong, “Are you close? I bet you are.” The brunette spoke through a moan, all you could do was weakly nod.

“Fuck, Bucky, you should cum on her tits.” Steve groaned out with a nod, thrusting faster into you. The thought only made Bucky nod as he pulled out of you, continuing to pump his cock. Steve pulled you up to your knees, one arm wrapping around your hips and the other never stopping its attack on your throbbing bundle of nerves.  

Bucky took a step closer to the couch, his eyes trained on your face. Your lips were parted as moans, pants and whimpers continued to spill from your red, saliva coated lips, totally and utterly cock drunk on them. “Oh she’s close, buck.” You heard from behind you, and you were close.

The peak was right there, building and building waiting to snap.  

Steve was pumping in and out at an almost bruising pace, chasing his and your highs. Bucky jerked himself off to the sight of you both, his bottom lip between his teeth.  

The moment you came caused them both to tip over and fall into their own orgasm. Your hand shot out to grasp the back of Steve’s head, head thrown back in bliss while your other hand grabbed his wrist.  

A string of curses and whines came from you as you came around Steve’s cock, the feeling of your velvety silk walls fluttering around him caused him to spill his load into you with a grunt. Watching you and Steve cum sent Bucky over the edge, pumping himself through his orgasm as his load spilled onto your chest.  

Your body shook from the after shocks, Steve shifting to lean back against the couch and pulling you along with him. His softening cock slipped from your folds. Steve was sitting the way he was before with his back against the armrest and you resting in his lap with hooded eyes. Bucky followed along to sit next to you.

It took everything in him not to get hard again as he watched yours and Steve’s mixed spent slip through your cunt.  

Steve swiped his finger through Bucky’s cum that was on your chest, bringing it up to your lips. “Open.” He requested softly, and of course you complied, wrapping your lips around his fingers with a hum. “Good girl.”  

Your eyes shut as your body calmed down, a gentle tingle starting from your toes all the way up to your head slowing itself down. A quiet laugh was heard from Bucky as he leaned against the other arm rest, throwing one arm over the back of the couch. “I think that was much more enjoyable than wrapping presents.” He said happily, which in turn caused Steve to laugh as you rolled your eyes.

“Because you distracted us all, Buck, you get to finish wrapping the presents.” Steve stated with a smirk, his statement caused you to giggle, blinking your eyes open to see Bucky’s reaction which was a surprised face. You shifted on Steve, nuzzling against the crook of his neck as he wrapped his arms around you.

“I’m gonna go start us all a shower and while I'm gone I want you guys to think about my feelings you have hurt.” He joked, standing up and heading off into the direction of your ensuite bathroom.

But he was right, it was much more fun than wrapping all the presents.

tagging some stucky lovers, taglist is open:  @youlightmeupfinn @daddys-minty-princess @stuckybarton​ ​

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Keep My Secret- Stucky/OC

By RissaRarity

A/B/O fic

👉🏻Chapter word count: 11,205

🌶 18+ readers discretion advised

(Unprotected p/v sex, dom Steve, choking, praise kink, threesome, poly, Heat, mating instincts)

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CHAPTER ONE - THAT TIME IN SPACE (Prism + Steve)

SUMMARY: When their ship crashlands, Bucky, Steve and Prism must await rescue. This unscheduled detour makes her suppressants wear off and she is forced into a heat for the first time in years. Something thought to be dormant wakes in Bucky, the alpha he was forced to be under Hydra's command takes over and makes him pursue the omega.

Frenemies-though more often than not more like enemies- Prism and Steve must put their differences aside to keep her safe until her heat is over or rescue arrives.

(Heat smut with plot yall)

Damn it!" Steve growled as the fuzzy transmission signal died. "They can't get us for another week."

"A week?!" Prism's heart dropped. This was supposed to be a three day mission tops. She wasn't prepared for this.

"That's what I fuckin said, isn't it?!" he hissed, getting a glare.

"Look we aren't happy have to deal you either." Bucky replied gruffly.

She turned her glare on him and was met with his infamous dead eyed stare.

Priz flinched as Steve stormed by in a rage, unleashing it on some near by alien tree looking plants.

The betas let the Alpha blow off steam for a while until Bucky spoke up, "If you're done, we could use some help setting up camp."

Steve glared at the crashed spaceship they arrived in. "Couldn't help us land without destroying everything, you weak bitch?" he spat while she unloaded some boxes.

"It was already too damaged to function, you're lucky my force field was enough to keep us safe in that hellish atmosphere and from exploding upon impact! We'd be dead if it wasn't for me!" she growled with such ferocity both the males looked taken back, knowing what she said was true.

Truth be told, she was a bit worse for wear. With her long term blockers wearing off, her powers hadn't been on full and would only get weaker until after her oncoming heat cycle was over.

She didn't how know she was going to handle hiding it with these two here. This planet seemed devoid of life, at least ones like them, so she only had to worry about Bucky and Steve.

But they were quite a thing to worry about.

Especially with her powers slowly fizzling as her Omega hormones slowly reawakened and tried to make her vulnerable.

She needed to dig in her heels and assert herself for as long as possible while she figured out what to do. Getting them to want to stay away from her seemed like her best hope.

Priz didn't seem aware, but she'd had a nosebleed since they landed, evidence that it had been quite a feat for her to save the ship.

Steve didn't seem to care, but she gained some respect from Bucky when he put it together. Between helping set up shelter, the other beta noticed her flinching to her side a little every now and again.

Again, the Alpha was too caught in his own rage to notice one of his charges was hurt. Even if neither were his, he was still Captain and the only Alpha. He was supposed to care about the team, and while he did care for Bucky on the rare occasion it was needed, he seemed to ignore the female.

Even Beta's healed better with help, but Bucky had never once heard Prism ask for anyone's assistance. He assumed healing quickly was part of her magical abilities but he was beginning to wonder if he was wrong.

"I'm gonna go pee. Stay here, will ya?" she asked after trying to mask an especially hard wince.

"Like I care what you do. Just go, Priz." Steve didn't look up as he started a fire in the pit he'd built.

Neither noticed Bucky suspiciously follow behind her at a safe distance. For a beta, she always was pretty shit at detecting when she was being followed.

A fair distance away, further than she'd have gone just to pee, she looked around before slowly lifting the side of her shirt.

A long strip of metal was imbedded in her ribs with only an inch or so sticking out. "Shit shit shit shit." She hissed as she assessed the injury.

Bucky squinted past her blood covered skin to see the shard, opting to pull out his high tech binoculars now that he knew his suspicions were correct.

She pushed her back against a tree and slid down it, reaching into her utility belt for a little first aid kit.

"Ugh this is gonna be bad." She got lightheaded as she stuffed a cloth into her mouth and grabbed the metal.

The other beta watched with wide eyes as she slowly and carefully pulled the shard from her side, screaming into the gag with tears coming down her cheeks.

She pulled air harshly through her nose as she bandaged the wound, finding a cracked rib the hard way, a fresh scream into the gag.

Unbeknownst to her, distress was rolling off her in waves that Bucky nearly responded to instinctively as a nearby and relatively friendly beta.

His vibranium arm gripped a tree trunk to remind himself she wanted to do this herself or she'd have come to them- or more likely him- for assistance.

He doubted she'd ever ask Steve for any help, even on deaths door. And he couldn't blame her.

Her face was pale and clammy when she finished and cleaned the blood off her skin, revealing heavy bruising across her right side.

She took the gag out and repacked the first aid kit with slightly shaking hands, leaning her head back against the tree and breathing heavily through the pain.

Bucky frowned as he watched her pant and blink pitifully for a few seconds before both of their heads snapped back toward camp as the alpha used the team bond to call them back.

Prism wiped her face and slid on a mask of indifference, heading toward camp as Bucky silently scurried away to not get caught.

--

That night, as Alpha, Steve took first watch while the betas laid down by the fire to sleep. He sat atop the cliff above camp for a good vantage point.

Bucky laid a little far from the fire on his side, lifting his arm to the other beta, offering to spoon with her to help her heal.

The simple nearness of a friendly beta would aid with her pain and healing. Most unmated betas would be open to cuddling with friends to help, and this was the first time anyone had ever offered to Prism.

He hid his shock when Priz snickered and laid on the opposite side of the flames, locking her jaw to hide her wince as she laid down. Bucky frowned as a stream of blood came from her nose while she slept.

Why was she determined to drive a wedge between herself and her supposed team mates?

A few hours later, Steve came down to pick what beta would take the next watch. He narrowed his eyes at the dried blood under Prism's nose, noticing for the first time that her side smelled like blood too.

He tilted his head curiously, kneeling down and using his alpha hormones to keep her unaware and asleep - he could just as easily rouse her if he wanted to. It was one of the benefits of being the only Alpha among betas- he could command either of them wordlessly like this. He kept both of them asleep as he knelt beside her and lifted her top a little, surprised to find a deep red bandage surrounded by a large purple bruise that took up most of her side.

Steve clenched his jaw, annoyed that he hadn't picked up on her distress earlier and that Bucky didn't seem to care either. Another beta wouldn't be as helpful as an alpha, but it was better than dealing with it alone.

Letting herself be injured and not speeding up healing was hurting the team too.

But if she was determined to suffer, let her.

She'd come crawling to him when the pain became too much. Begging for his aid.

And he would give it, for the good of the team.

But until then, she was on her own.

After replacing her shirt he carefully wiped her nose then woke Bucky for second watch.

--

The next morning, Priz woke up first and Bucky waved her to the ship to get ready for the day before he would come down from his watch.

She bandaged her side and refreshed herself in the ships luckily still functioning bathroom facilities.

She managed to use her magic to make her clothes clean again, coming out of the ship looking normal other than the slight bags under her eyes.

Bucky came down and they decided to let Steve sleep a while longer. While the beta took his turn in the bathroom, Priz watched over Cap who slept soundly.

When the beta came out, she wiggled her fingers at him, making them glow purple. He took in her spotless appearance and nodded letting her flick her magic at him leaving his clothes like new.

She began to prepare breakfast while Bucky started chopping wood, the sound of witch woke the Alpha at last.

He surveyed the camp and the betas before nodding and going into the ship next.

Steve's shower was military fast and he was back in 10 minutes or less, coming out in his dirty clothes again.

Feeling that it was only fair, Prism approached him seeing him raise his eyebrows expectantly.

"Do you want me to," she wiggled purple fingers, "clean your clothes?"

His expression changed to confusion then surprise but he nodded, letting her do the same to him as she had Bucky and herself.

He didn't thank her, just went and grabbed his breakfast first. Bucky put the axe aside and got his serving next, not wanting to give Prism special treatment like he normally would for an injured teammate- since she clearly wanted to deal with it herself or keep it from Steve; he didn't know witch.

Prism tried not to look disappointed at the meager half portion the super soldiers had left her with.

"You've been meaning to loose a few pounds anyway, right?" Steve clapped her on the back as she passed, missing her slight recoil at his touch.

To cover it, she stuck her tongue out behind his back and took every little bit she could get from the pot.

Bucky glanced down at his full plate and cursed himself for not saving more for her. Now that he could have gotten away with doing and Steve wouldn't have noticed.

She stood while she ate while the men sat beside each other and chatted.

Afterward, she collected the dishes and returned to the ship to wash them. Her stomach growled at her but she growled back. "Suck it up. It's always like this. You know that. I'm not in any shape to challenge Buck for more food. Steve's right, I don't need it." She pinched her flat stomach and frowned. Was she getting fat?

Her chest hurt as she hurt her own feelings, shaking her head.

It's just the blockers wearing off, She tried to tell herself.

She never worried about her weight before, in fact, she'd often been compared to Aphrodite herself in terms of her looks. The tabloids loved getting photos of her and fans adored her.

She wasn't fat, if anything she was on the fit side.

Right?

Stupid Omega thoughts.

-

To save the limited food the did have, Steve told the betas they'd be cutting to two meals a day. Both agreed, but Prism frowned slightly as she'd begun to feel light headed around onePM Earth time.

She redressed her bandage in the ship and ran her fingers lightly over the large bruise on her side, hissing in pain and quickly retracting.

She opted to drink a lot of water- something the ship could synthesize on its own from...natural resources as well as particles found in most planets with sufficient oxygen.

After filling her belly with water she went back outside just in time to watch the Alpha pace back and fourth.

"I can't stand all this waiting. We did our mission and crashed onto a neighboring planet. What are the fucking odds!?"

"Being mad about it isn't going to help anything, Steve." Bucky sounded bored.

"Its not hurting anything either." The alpha countered, glaring.

"It's hurting my head. Why don't you go plow through more trees with another tantrum? That'll at least give us more fuel."

The males gaped at Prism who immediately regretted her words. Bucky jumped to his feet and pushed against Steve who immediately tried to stride over.

"What's you're fuckin problem lately?" he growled, "I don't have to take your shit."

Swallowing her fear to keep up her beta façade she looked up defiantly, "Yes, you do. And you're going to until you learn how to handle your emotions like a mature alpha worthy of leading."

Shit.

Bucky was immediately shoved aside and Steve's long strides carried him over to the slightly shaking female who held his eyes.

"Who the hell do you think you are?!" he growled, picking her up by her neck, ignoring her prying fingers and gasps.

"I'm the only Alpha here. I was chosen to lead this mission. You think you could do better?"

Her reply was lost in gasps.

"Steve, stop it!" Bucky put his vibranium arm on the alphas shoulder.

"No. She needs to be put in her place. That's another thing alphas do."

He harshly threw her sideways into the dirt and kicked her side, sending her rolling in the dirt and whimpering in pain-clutching her already injured side that began to bleed again.

In a flash, Bucky had Steve on the ground with his metal arm around his throat. "Hate to say it, but she's got a point here. Plus, a good alpha would never choke out a non-aggressive beta who, need I remind you, he as Captain is supposed to protect."

"She's fine!" the blonde growled.

"Is she?"

The blood. The bandage.

The alphas eyes grew wide as he remembered her injury from the rough landing that she hasn't mentioned yet.

Bucky released him and they both looked over to where she'd been thrown, finding a few spots of blood left behind. They could hear her coughing and wheezing in the ship and the medkit open.

In the dirt she wrote, Fuck you Rogers.

Guilt flooded him immediately as he realized Bucky was right, and so was Priz. Letting his irritation evolve to rage wasn't helping anyone. And he'd definitely thrown her on her injured side- not that she knew he was aware of it.

Both of their heads snapped over to the ship as the scent of blood and worry leaked from it.

They looked at each other for a second and both headed in. It was easy to follow her scent to the locked bathroom where they could smell both scents were stronger, they could hear her push on her side and try to stop the bleeding.

"Stop stop stop stop..." she muttered, hissing in pain as she put more pressure on it. "Ohhh come on don't make me do this..." her voice was raspy and full of fear like neither of them had ever heard.

They looked at each other in confusion before they heard a lighter be lit.

"Priz, wait!" Bucky knocked on the door. "Let us help you."

"I'm fine. Just a scratch." She rasped again, making Steve flinch.

Bucky nodded and stepped back to let Steve take over. His domineering aura filled the ship, "Prism put that lighter down and open the door." He commanded with his alpha tone.

After a few thick seconds of tense silence, they heard the lighter be placed on the sink, then a few more seconds before the door opened after some shuffling.

She opened it only a crack and touched her bruising throat, "Just a bruise. It's fine. I'm fine. You're a dick though." She croaked at the alpha who's nose immediately told him something was wrong.

He shoved the door open, making her back up until she was pressed against the wall.

"Do you mind? Occupied." She pushed weakly at his chest, flinching as he grabbed the side of her shirt and lifted it. The puncture was bleeding heavily and it stained her shirt a deep red.

"How long were you planning on keeping this from us?" he growled, making her flinch reflexively and cast her eyes down.

"...until it healed."

"Or until you bled out and died." He said harshly, "and what if we'd been attacked? We expect you to hold your own, we can't coddle you. What if Bucky got killed by trying to save you? What if it was your fault Bucky died?"

Bucky looked over the Alpha's shoulder, horrified that he'd sling that at her. Her chest hurt, feeling tight as the last of the blockers wore away and his words cut deep.

Her eyes teared up and she dropped her chin to her chest, cowering from her Alpha who stood with his fists balled.

"Ever think to ask why I would rather die than ask you for help? Why I would rather live in silent agony than come whimpering to you?" she coughed as she tried to speak louder.

"Its shit like that. You maybe a great leader, a great captain..." she gasped, clutching a cloth to her side. "But you're a bad alpha."

His eyes got wide, mind locking this image in his memory as his body froze.

She ducked under his arm and shakily went to Bucky who immediately took her to lay down, grabbing the med kit from the wall.

Steve stood frozen and watched his friend tend to their injured team mate. He was forgotten about as the betas spoke softly to each other, Bucky crooned at her whimpers that she no longer had the ability to hide without her blockers.

Her change of scent was subtle, too much for the beta to pick up on yet, but Steve could tell something had changed during the day.

Instead of being the leave me alone, I'm fine person she usually was after a tough fight, she eagerly accepted his aid. Not just his combat medic abilities but his presence. It was common for unmated betas to stick together for the most part, cuddling was a common way for them to bond and it helped them heal faster.

She'd never allowed this before. Medical care sure but she was letting Bucky spoon with her on the couch, keeping her injured side up. He lightly covered her cracked rib with his arm he stretched over her waist.

The look in her eyes was changing too - gentler, docile, trusting.

Neither of them noticed the air grow tense around the alpha still watching from the corner of the room- what the fuck is wrong with Priz?

Her scent was getting sweeter as Bucky had casual conversation with her, lips close to her ear.

While it wasn't uncommon for unmated betas to have sex with each other for fun-there was no risk of accidental mating- it was odd that Bucky's pheromones flooded the air this way. Then again, Buck was nearly dominant enough to be an alpha if he cared a bit more so it could be a result of that.

Because what Steve witnessed definitely looked and felt like early courting measures.

But they're both betas...right?

Getting an idea, he returned to the bathroom and opened the bathroom mirror compartment revealing a blood testing machine with swabs. He wiped her blood from the doorway and inserted the swab.

Within seconds the small screen gave him the highlights of the result: O - Female, slightly elevated hormones: possibly a rush from hormone blockers or stress.

His eyes grew wide as he re-read it again. O - female.

Priz was an Omega?!

He'd known her for years and she never gave off any less than bitey Beta. Was it an act? Was it real and she just a bad Omega?

As soon as the question occurred to him his inner alpha scoffed at it. Fun. She was fun.

He shook his head and closed the mirror, coming back into the room to find Prism had fallen asleep in Bucky's arms.

"Does she smell...different to you?" Steve asked, trying to get him to notice. With how Naturally Bucky's hormones reacted to the new ones the female was putting out, he knew the physical attraction part at least was real. His body knew but his brain missed the info.

She might be the first Omega he'd gotten a whiff of since being freed from Hydra- they were exceedingly rare.

Bucky gave a questioning look and bent his nose down to her neck, both noting how even in her sleep she bared her throat obligingly.

His pupils dilated as he inhaled, eyes snapping to Steve again.

"She's...did you know?"

"Only a few minutes before you." He pointed to the bloody bathroom.

"What do we do?"

Steve considered their current position, the pheromones cleared now that Bucky had returned to his senses but his touch would still help her, more than beta to beta, even.

Omegas were considered easily rechargeable, in terms of healing. Though an alpha would still be ideal, Bucky could pass as one when he wanted to - he'd fooled enemies before.

"Take it one day at a time until help arrives. Keep each other in check."

Bucky gulped and nodded, closing his eyes and flaring his hormones to alpha level. The air tensed between the two alphas.

"I'll guard outside but I'm keeping an eye on this."

He gestured to the two of them.

"She's not even in heat yet, I'm fine. Let me help her like a good alpha and get out."

Steve was taken back by the growl, chest hurt a little at the insinuation. He knew an unmated, injured omega would bring out the worst in both of them as they wouldn't be able to help but fight over her in little ways.

Swallowing his pride, Cap nodded and left the ship wreck to patrol.

On some level, it killed him to give up the omega to a beta but the fact that it was Bucky made it not so bad. Now that he knew Prism was an omega, so many moments in their past felt different now.

He could truly see why she called him what she did. The most hurtful words an omega can say to an alpha. He should be the first person she goes to when injured but the fact that she actively tried to keep it from him to suffer alone was an absolute gut punch.

Why would an omega put herself through being an active duty Avenger? The constant presence of countless alphas working at the tower?

Now he understood why she hated attending meetings and was always trying to convince Tony to have them in the residential conference room instead of high in the sky.

He wondered if Tony knew about this. Bruce clearly knew because long term blockers were unavailable to the general public.

Knowing what he did now, he gained a lot more respect for her as he saw her though the omega lens.

"I've got them!" Prism lunged to head toward the cowering children while the building they hid under swayed.

"There's no time! Too far away." He grabbed her arm.

Her eyes glowed with passion, fists displaying silver and pastel colored magic. "I've. Got. Them." She bit, fading into white smoke to get out of his range then flying over to them, throwing a forcefield out with both hands as the pieces of building began to splinter and rain down.

"Prism, that building is empty. Only those two." Jarvis told her over coms. Cap caught his ricocheting shield after taking out a couple of enemies and glared as he watched her disobey orders.

The children cried while she dodged the falling debris and made it to them, yelping slightly here and there as she got closer. She landed on the ground between them and covered them in a dome of a forcefield just before the entire building fell down around them.

Concerned shouts came out over coms as the other Avengers took notice.

They could vaguely see a shimer of purple light dance under the pipes of office building. "We're okay. We're okay...for now...but...its...heavy..."

"Race for time, guys! Find Priz!" Tony flew down and began throwing the larger pieces of debris.

The team arrived and dug though the ruble, occasionally hearing Prism speak very softly to the children but unable to understand what she said.

Then a big piece of cement slid down a little and a nervous shout came from the coms as Prism's footing slipped a little under the weight, forcing the children closer as the forcefield shrunk.

" You're doing great, Priz. Just hold it for a little bit longer." Tony said over coms.

"I've got it." She sounded strained but determined. Her com picked up one of the kids saying something about her nose but she sushed him.

When they freed the trio, she dropped the forcefield as soon as was safe, eyes damp and distant looking. A little bit of blood dropped from her nose, but she wiped it away.

Cap had seen it though.

A little wobbly on her feet she took a couple of steps toward Tony who flew down to meet her, mask scanning her for injuries.

"T-Tony I feel...weird...I think..." her eyes rolled back and the Alpha caught her before she fell, shifting her to rest against his chest.

"Cap, finish up here please. I'm gonna put this on the charger." He chuckled.

At the time, Steve was annoyed Prism disobeyed orders, overextended herself then had to be evacuated.

Now he realized for the first time why she was so desperate to save those children, why she went against orders to do it.

He also realized he was the last alpha she would turn to. Even under the cover of a Beta she'd shown preference for Tony- if only for family/pack bonds, she at least accepted him and trusted him to look out for her.

Come to think of it, Steve realized he was the only Alpha on the team she bickered with, she had turned to others before but he didn't notice because he never even considered...

He'd always chalked it up to the little fling he and Bucky had occasionally, they weren't official but did enjoy each other's company when on missions together. He thought he was so cold to Priz because his body was accepting Bucky as his Beta, but now that he knew Prism's secret he wanted to treat her as such...he could have both. The ideal triad of A/B/O.

Someday.

He knew he had a lot to make up for to do right by Prism. He felt insanely guilty for how he'd treated her over the years, purposely letting her get tackled on missions, not going easy on her when they spared, the way he'd used her to practice giving alpha commands and belittled her for struggling to fight them.

He felt dirty knowing he'd done those things to an omega. Maybe that was why she'd gotten so good at denying him, something omegas were supposed to not be able to do at all.

She'd adapted and learned a skill thought to be out of her class because he'd mistreated her. Honestly, doing that to a beta without their consent to the practice wasn't seen as much better.

He realized that she wasn't a beta, but a neglected omega forced to adapt to survive- forcing her to live as a beta and taking injections to block her omega hormones and scent.

Was her sharp tongue just a defense mechanism or was she just a bratty omega?

Steve felt dirty as he very much wanted to know. He shook his head and focused on his patrol, and role as protector.

--

A few hours later, Bucky came out to relieve him of his post. Steve calmly entered the ship, feeling his friends slight apprehension as he did so.

Prism's eyes snapped open and she immediately dropped her eyes to his chest.

She got nervous as she watched him shut off all listening devices that recorded conversations.

"I want you to tell me why you mascaraded as a beta." He kept his tone soft.

The omega gave a questioning look. "Y-youre not going to command me to tell you?"

He sighed and shook his head. "I never would have done that to you if I'd known. I wouldn't mess with an omega like that. I'm....I'm sorry, Priz."

She blinked in surprise, flinching as she tried to sit up more on the couch.

Without thinking about it, Steve's chest gave out a rumble designed specifically to comfort an omega.

Her shoulders involuntarily slumped as the sound soothed her brain in a way she'd never experienced.

"Do you...I understand if you don't...d-do you want my help? Like Bucky's but better."

The woman eyed him skeptically and shakily pulled herself to sit up more, patting the other end of the couch. "Only because it hurts so much..."she muttered, grunting as she sat up more to carefully shift herself into Steve's side.

She felt so little as she slumped against him, he realized that when she wasn't puffing herself up to appear beta she was definitely omega sized. Steve dwarfed her and never noticed before because of her snarky tough guy act.

She could pass as a beta under normal circumstances.

He put his arm around her and carefully touched where he knew the wound was. He purred and flooded the room with his alpha pheromones. She visibly relaxed as he did this, previous reservations about it melting away as her blockers had left her completely in omega mode.

"...it does feel nice with you too..." the words seemed to leave her mouth without her permission.

"But better than Bucky faking it, right?" he chuckled slightly, trying not to move too much.

"I meant vs with Thor, Nat and Tony. Honestly you feel very similar to Bucky."

She tensed as he did, rage flickered in him but he choked it down for her sake. Not only had this omega come to every alpha on the team for healing other than him, she was comparing him to a beta.

"What do you mean?" he asked calmly.

"Its not about you, Captain," she added quickly having realized her mistake-Beta tendencies keeping her from referring to him as Alpha. "Part of it is...based on trust and strength of relationship...who's pheromones are ideal. It doesn't mean anything happened between us, even a friendship is a relationship." She knew Steve would feel the same ownership of her as any Alpha that got a whiff of her Omega pheromones, so she made sure to include that, then dropped her chin to her chest, "Bucky may be a beta but when he tries like that, he does pass as an Alpha to both my beta and omega senses."

"So let me guess: Tony is your favorite, then Thor, Natasha, Bucky and me."

"Yes, sir." She cowered slightly in his arm as she feared the wrath she'd usually face as a beta.

Instead he took a choppy breath and rested his cheek on her head, still purring softly. Body instinctively seeking emotional comfort from the omega.

"I really am a bad Alpha, aren't I?" he sounded dejected.

Her heart tightened for a moment. "I was harsh but not untruthful." She flicked her silver eyes to gently meet his blue- submission and mild fear were clear in them, keeping him in check.

His eyes got wet as they met hers.

"But it's never too late to change. Being an Alpha is more than being buff and bossy, you know!" she poked his peck, smiling a little.

Steve let her warm and comforting omega pheromones take hold and turned all his attention to her.

"Buff and bossy am I?" he joked, softly rubbing his cheek on the top of her head to show affection like Alphas only did for Omegas.

"Yes." She giggled, unable to stop the little sound of approval as he did it. This made him relax and smile, helping him forgive himself a little when he made her chirp like that.

"You've got that down. You just need to manage your emotions and use them to fuel the other aspects...like...?" she began, back comfortably leaning against his muscled torso as his touch sped her healing and soothed her pain.

"The first one I'd say would be controlling the situation, but that would probably fall under bossy so...protecting the team, be logical and calm under stress..."

She raised her eyebrows at him, dropping the hint like a sign on the Jumbo-tron.

Steve pursed his lips, recalling all the times he'd been needlessly cruel to Prism, sometimes just verbally and other times physically.

He'd noticed she seemed more wounded by the verbal abuse than anything but it wasn't enough to sate his odd need to be mean to her.

It wasn't all betas, in fact most saw him as an idol and adored him. He was fine with other Alphas most of the time.

But Priz specifically rubbed him the wrong way.

Could he somehow sense her industrial strength hormone blockers that kept her scentless?- somehow make him feel like something was wrong with her?

Thinking about it now, Cap always knew he could trust Prism to protect others and civilians, and give 110% all the time. But would he trust her to have his back?

No.

That's why his mission partner -Beta backup as Tony so jokingly called it- was always Bucky.

Now that he considered that he also realized Prism was usually Tony's beta back up for big missions - since both could fly and had similar abilities.

Did Tony know she was an Omega? Was he keeping her secret? Is that why he never argued more to pair Priz with Steve or Bucky?

Was Tony slowly building a relationship with her in hopes of her being his omega?

Steve clenched his jaw as he shoved the irritation down when he realized the answer was probably yes.

Provided he was right in assuming Tony knew. He tried to stay logical.

But then the thought of him seeking her as his beta were irritating too. This was Steve's first experience with an Omega since Peggy...Peggy.

The first Omega he met was also playing it up and working extra hard to appear a beta. He remembered he'd caught a brief whiff of something while they danced once. She was kind, but tough, confident and eager to prove herself among any company be it as measuring up to any beta there or by being the most beautiful person in the room.

He realized Prism reminded him of Peggy. His long lost love with the heart of a Beta and soul of an omega - she was the ideal of both rolled into one.

Was Prism like that too?

While injured or in heat, she would nearly lose herself to her new Omega urges. He wouldn't know what kind of Omega she was until she was back to normal and blocker free.

Though he was sure she would want them to have Bruce meet them on the landing zone to give her another dose of blockers before they enter the building.

Unless- for a second he considered that he could accept Bucky as his Beta, Prism as his Omega and no one would even notice her at the Compound.

She would be safe.

His brain immediately screamed absolutely not and that would be unfair and unwanted by Prism.

Bucky had- knowingly or not- already expressed an interest in courting her; though Steve doubted the two were versed enough in it to recognize the difference in the pheromone signs vs platonic.

Steve knew mateship couldn't be taken lightly, that's why he hadn't rushed in with Peggy.

Although he wished he had.

But he needed to remind himself that no matter the similarities, Prism was not Peggy.

Besides, he never treated the brunette the way he had the silver haired woman. She was well within reason to feel the way she did about him.

"Who knows about you?" He asked after a long while.

"Bruce designed the suppressants for me specifically, so he knows. I think Tony knows but he keeps yo-yo-ing that fact away from me so I can't be sure but...I really think so."

"So Tony might be knowingly sending an omega into the field. Your blockers wore off at a bad time and I think....I think..." Steve looked at her weirdly, ducking his nose into her the side of her throat.

For the first time ever, Prism arched her back and tilted her head for him-a heavenly sigh came from her throat as her Omega hormones made her respond positively.

As soon as he pulled away, she blushed pushed her hair over her shoulders. "You know that wasn't me..."

He gave an amused smirk, "I know, I know. But it was pleasant. You could be more pleasant to be around."

"So could you!" she growled, reminding him of a puffed up kitten. "I can't stay full omega and be an Avenger. I know I can save more people, I can help. I want to help!" she spoke with passion. "If word got out that I was an Omega I'd have to go I to hiding or try to find a new multiverse. The public would be in an uproar and not trust me, shame the other Alphas on the team for not knowing or accusing them all of knowing." Her voice shook and waves of distress rolled off her. "Social media would freak out, probably claim I get passed from one to the next..."

Steve pressed a kiss to her temple and made comforting sounds in his chest for her, "You're right. While I don't like the idea of sending you back in the field now that I know, I understand why you do it."

"I can help. I can save people. If I can, I should."

He nodded, rubbing his cheek on her again.

"So when we get rescued..." she began, "I'll see if Bruce will meet us on the landing zone with more blockers for you. Buck and I will keep your secret." He finished.

"Its more than that though. You can't suddenly start favoring me on missions. You both need to act like you normally would to deflect suspicion."

She felt his mood drop.

"I don't know if I can."

"You have to, please!" she begged, tugging at his heart strings with her omega tone.

"I'll try. We can always say we finally spent an extended amount of time together and mended some bridges...so the three of us don't have to bicker anymore."

She grinned a little, "Honestly, being a beta is more fun. I like the bickering just...maybe lay off a bit."

"Now that I can promise." He smiled down at her.

--

Over the next few days Bucky began to get more and more agitated as Prism's heat fully started. She did her best to rein it in but after years of avoiding it...she was struggling.

She wanted her suppressants more than either of the two males with her - no matter how much her body disagreed and pleaded with her to just pick one.

Bucky's alpha level pheromones stayed active constantly, making him act every bit an Alpha. He got possessive of Priz and even refused to let her use the bathroom without him in the ship.

She didn't like the wild look in his eyes, the predatory way he sized her up everytime he saw her.

She'd actually begun to gravitate toward Steve, finding his lack of interest in her to be safer and preferable.

One night while she was napping in the ship, feeling like she was burning alive the door opened and she was immediately alert -whimpering.

"Easy, Priz, it's just me. But we gotta go." Steve entered, looking a bit worse for wear.

"Bucky's lost it. He's gone all winter soldier again."

He hastily packed a bag and put it in her arms.

"Unless you want to be forcefully mated by The Winter Soldier I'd suggest you follow me.".

Prism leapt to her feet, flinching as her thighs disturbed the slick that coated her them. Steve flinched too as her scent bloomed now that she wasn't under a blanket anymore.

"I'm gonna make up for the past, I'm gonna keep you safe from him until his rut is over and he's Buck again."

He took her hand without thinking and helped her hustle out of the ship.

"Where is he now?" the alpha pheromones were raging in the air and it was hard to tell Bucky's rut from Steve's natural enhanced ones.

"I knocked him out over there." He pointed into the woods, "He started going feral while talking about you and I couldn't listen to it. I knew he wasn't safe to be around anymore-not right now."

"Its my fault isn't it? M-my heat triggered his rut. But I thought beta's don't get ruts? And you seem fine." She jogged to keep up with his long strides before he sighed and ducked down for her to climb on his back.

Steve ran off into the woods to put as much distance between Bucky and Priz as possible.

"Buck is a special case. He's a beta but the part of him he called the soldat is an alpha. That's why it's so easy for him to pass. In a way...he's both. So his inner alpha responded to your heat until he couldn't take it anymore and took over." He didn't comment on her claiming he was fine.

He felt guilt radiate off the omega on his back, "Its nothing you did wrong, he just hasn't been so effected by an Omega before. I don't think he's even met one since Peggy."

Everyone knew the story of Caps long lost love, who died of old age before Prism joined.

Yet, he found himself very aware of the heat pressed to his back as he carried the omega into the alien forest. This was going to be Steve's first real attempt to be a good alpha, and a big part of that was protecting omegas in danger.

Even if the danger was his best friend.

-

"It's the best way to hide your scent for a while. He's a hunting machine, Priz." The look in Steve's eyes was one of worry and embarrassment.

He was right, of course, the scent of an Omega in heat was one of the most potent and easy to track one's known to alphas. It was ingrained in their biology.

But if her heat were temporarily sated/if she took an alpha her scent would be covered for a short time, taking away Bucky's main lead.

She bit her lip nervously, knowing that it must be serious for Steve to admit he can't win cat and mouse with a beta. He wouldn't mess with her at the cost of his pride.

"You said it yourself, I'm fine. For whatever reason you don't effect me like an Omega usually would. I just want...I..." he ran his hand through his hair, stressed.

He'd never felt like this before but he wanted to protect her, not mate her.

While he couldn't find the words, she could sense that this alpha wasn't responding to her unintentional barrage of fuck me pheromones. She couldn't scent any elevated level of arousal from him at all.

If anything, he seemed reluctant.

That was enough for her to trust him.

But she knew she'd only get worse and harder to move over the next few days. They needed to get some distance between them and the Soldat before that happened.

Sighing, she nodded. "Okay. But once we get back we never speak of this again."

"Never." He agreed , casting his eyes away as she sat up and took the pants of her suit off, her scent bombarding Steve's senses but his only reaction was a half chub.

One look at her open and soaked sex told him she was more than ready. She'd been sitting against the wall with her legs pulled up to her chest and her arms locked around them, forehead on her knees with her eyes closed.

He realized she'd been fighting her own urges. He knew she didn't really want this. Hell, neither did he.

But this was for -probably- his survival and her avoiding being forcefully mated and marked by Bucky.

Steve knelt in front if her.

"Present for me, Omega." He said the magic words that's made any willing omega absolutely drip.

Prism did, getting on her hands and knees facing away from him so her waiting entrance was practically shoved in his face.

After stroking himself a few times to get fully hard, Steve used one hand to push down on her shoulder blades. She gave a compliant chirp and laid on her breasts and cheek, keeping her back arched and important bits in position. "Stay down." He growled in his alpha tone so her heat brain would force her to accept the command; thus, keeping her neck away from him.

"Yes, Alpha."

Steve's chest rumbled as he pressed himself inside until her little body swallowed him whole- inner alpha preening at the submissive mewls of pleasure that left her throat.

He kept a tight reign on himself as he grabbed her waist and started guiding her back to meet his thrusts, his eyes rolled back in pleasure at his first taste of omega pussy. His chest gave a low rumble of approval that made her eagerly meet him, trying to wiggle her hips against him.

"What is it, little one?" he asked, lightly fucking her, the term of endearment falling from his lips naturally. Most of his trepidation melted away as soon as he got the head inside and instinct began to take over.

"I...I want...I want to feel...to..." she blushed deeply, bullet silver eyes shamefully met his crystal blues with half her face pressed into the dirt. Long moonlight hair in a slightly messy Dutch braid that tumbled over her back and shook with each thrust, dangling under her.

She looked beautiful. So submissive and desperate.

"Tell alpha what you need."

He knew. He just wanted to hear her say it. Even given the circumstances, he couldn't be clinical about this like he'd hoped. It was still having sex with an omega in heat, and his inner alpha wanted to enjoy it.

Prism whimpered and tried more to wiggle against him, so he pulled half way out and paused. She let out a long whine and tried to push herself back only for his hands to tighten on her hips and keep her still. "A-alpha..." she looked like she was going to cry.

"Tell me what you need." He repeated, firmly this time.

After another whimper and needy side to side shuffle on her knees she closed her eyes in embarrassment and spit it out. "I need to feel you deep inside me, I want to feel how you stretch me."

A slightly cocky smirk crossed his lips, pride building in his chest as the omega shyly begged for him.

Lizard brain forgetting the current circumstances and that the omega in question was Priz, he shoved into her fully until he was seated as deep as he could go.

She groaned as she slid forward a bit in the dirt, brows knit. "Please...please..."

"You want me to stretch you, huh? Show you how much bigger than you I am? How strong your alpha is?"

She meweled in response, already feeling his head in her lower stomach she was sure was bulging.

He leaned to the side a little, careful not tear her but enough for her to feel how her body adjusted to accommodate him. Her moans got a little louder as he did this, making him pull a little roll of gauze from a little pocket on his suit.

"Can't have that, sorry. We're trying to avoid Bucky not call him." He quickly made a knot in the fabric and tore it into a gag, holding it out for her as he speared her.

"Open." He commanded.

Immediately she obeyed and let him tie the gauze around the back of her head with the knot in her mouth.

Steve gave a couple of experimental thrusts, biting his lip a little as he pushed in firm and slow- each one resulting in a small whimper of pleasure from the beautiful being under him.

"That's a good girl." He grunted, speeding up his deliberate movements while she melted into a moaning, whimpering, sopping wet mess. The echoes of their activities danced against the cave walls as he tried to hold in his own little growls but some slipped through.

His alpha wanted to take his time but Steve knew the sooner it was done the sooner they could get out of there. He didn't love the thought of being holed up in a cave any longer than they had to be; effectively cornered.

He gripped her hips tightly, groaning at how soft and round they were in his big calloused hands; perfect omega his instincts purred.

"Gotta finish up, Priz. Then we've gotta get going." His voice was a little strained as he neared his end, hammering away.

Unable to resist, he grabbed her braid and pulled back on it making her moan into the gag as her head was forced back baring her neck but keeping it out of reach as she stayed planted on her chest.

Prism's face was half covered in dirt, hair messily sticking out on one side by her face. Even still, in the moment, Steve thought she was gorgeous.

He gave a few extra hard thrusts, watching as her body bounced in recoil before burying himself as deep as he could and groaning as his fingernails left crescent marks in her flesh.

Her face crumpled in pleasure as his release triggered hers, making his roll straight into another round of spurts as he ground into her, pressing his thighs flush with her backside as he shuttered, eyes closed as he lost himself in the moment. "Fuck." He groaned.

Steve clenched his jaw as he felt his fangs elongate, instincts urging him to mark the omega but he refrained partially due to his thinking ahead and making her stay out of reach.

Wasting no time, he pulled out and righted himself. "Get ready." He grunted somewhat awkwardly, making her head clear mere seconds later.

Blushing furiously, Prism took her gag out and used the cloth to clean herself a bit before pulling her pants back up and shoving herself to her feet.

Her legs shook slightly, and she braced herself on the wall for a moment to steady herself while Cap scouted the entrance.

"Lets go."

She nodded and ran beside him while they took off onto the alien forest again.

"Any idea how far he is?" Prism asked after another couple of miles.

Due to how close Bucky and Steve were, and the subsequent pack bond they had, the blonde was very aware. Even in alpha Soldat mode, Bucky couldn't truly hide his presence from him.

"He's at the cave now, probably scoping it out and about to be even more pissed off when he finds that gauze and realizes what we're doing."

"And what we did."

He snorted a small laugh, "Yeah, Alpha Buck is gonna be furious he lost first dibs."

Prism glared and gave him a small shove as she walked beside him, "I wish I could punch you for saying that."

Steve smirked down at her, knowing her Omega hormones wouldn't let her assault an alpha, much less the one who's cum she was currently full of. If anything, she'd probably end up sweet on him for a bit after this was all over.

She wouldn't be able to help it.

Luckily, there was no risk of breeding without a mating mark on both parties involved so at least that wasn't a concern.

They had enough to worry about.

"I'm sure you'll punch me at your earliest convenience, omega." He teased.

"You're damn right." She snickered, fully intending on decking him when she got back on her blockers.

"Good to have you back, Priz." He chuckled, glad to see she was almost as bitey an omega as she was a beta. With her primal omega brain sated for the time being, her true self was peaking through.

Other than being less violent, she was largely the same.

Steve wondered why this pleased him.

Nonetheless, it did.

--

A couple of hours later, Steve stiffened just before Prism whimpered and clutched her lower stomach. "Ahh...." He looked back in time to see her face crumble in pain as a cramp tore through her.

"I did not miss this." She complained, "I thought...ugh..." she flinched, "I thought it would last longer."

Steve sighed, "You're in unmated omega in heat traveling alone with an alpha. Your body metabolized my-" she cut him off by clearing her throat.

He rolled his eyes, "What I gave you," she nodded to indicate this re-phrasing was acceptable, "And now that you're empty again, it's asking for a refill."

"Demanding is more like it." She groaned in pain, wiping sweat off her forehead as she walked a little slower, falling a bit behind.

"You really don't know much about omega biology, do you?"

"That thing I've been fighting against since day one in your multiverse? No, I can't say I do." She sassed, brows furrowing as another cramp hit and her leg gave out.

In a flash, she found herself face to chest with Steve as he caught her. Surrounded by his scent, she couldn't help but melt against him.

"P-Priz..." he sighed again, tapping her butt lightly. "Hop up. I'll carry you until I can find somewhere to...take care of you." His chest fluttered when the needy little thing climbed him and wrapped her legs around his torso like a baby monkey, arms around his neck and head on his shoulder-adorable.

He shook his head slightly to clear the thought. Be a good alpha, Steve, protect the omega from the rival.

The danger.

Yeah. The danger, that's what he meant.

Her pheromones were stronger this time, and he was having a difficult time keeping his head. The thought of her being savagely mated by the soldat cleared some of the fog from his brain as he reminded himself the omega was depending on him.

His inner alpha puffed up his chest at the reminder that he was being trusted.

Resolve strengthened, Steve was able to ignore Prism who began to helplessly scent him, breathing in his scent deeply while he carried her through the forest- clenching his jaw when she started to nip at him; a common way for Omega's to ask for their alpha's attention.

"Stop it." He commanded, needing to stay focused. Prism whined but obeyed, purring slightly when he softly pressed her nose back into his neck. "Scent only."

"Yes, Alpha."

He carried her to the bottom of a cliff side, feeling Bucky moving faster now that he was fueled by jealousy.

Prism refused to let go when he tried to put her down so he laid her down on her back, undoing his pants with one hand.

Omega brain was pleased her alpha accepted her and let go of him long enough to push her pants to her ankles. She ignored the rocks under her and focused on the alpha on top of her.

Her knees fell open wide, presenting to him the best she could in the position he'd put her in.

Steve's chest rumbled as his eyes took her on from head to toe, quickly lining himself up and sinking into her. As her mouth opened, he cursed and covered her mouth with his hand to muffle her moan.

He tapped her hip, "Hands behind, lift for me."

She gave a little chirp and did as he said, putting him at an angle that made his tip kiss her cervix.

He took her hard and fast, each thrust making her gasp at the feeling with the occasional, "Alpha!" into his hand as she squeezed him.

Sweat beaded on his forehead while he supported himself on his one arm, a feat of strength not missed by the quivering omega.

"Gonna fill you so deep you're gonna feel it slosh inside you." He growled, getting closer as she met his eyes with her own silver pools of lust. "Would you like that, omega?"

Steve took his hand off her mouth to grip the sides of her throat, lifting one of her legs for leverage as he rutted into her roughly.

"...need your cum, Alpha!" She panted, cheeks pink.

He shoved himself into her until he hit a wall, moaning as he lifted her off the ground slightly by one leg to really get in there in hopes to sate her for longer. He squeezed her throat tighter as he shot rope after rope deep into her, making her give a choked moan as she milked him for all he had.

She whimpered slightly as the Captain withdrew, he smirked with primal satisfaction in his eyes when he saw nothing was dripping out of her.

He turned away while they both righted themselves again. He helped her to her feet and handed her a meal bar from his backpack, getting one for himself too.

"Not idea for your situation b-" "Nothing about this situation is ideal, Cap." She cut him off with a grin. He chuckled, "You're not wrong."

"But I do want to thank you for...doing this for me. I know we don't..." "We're cats and dogs." He finished quickly. "Cats and dogs that's a good way to put it!"

They shared a laugh for possibly the first time ever, both consciously quieting down before they got too loud.

Covering her scent wouldn't make the Soldat lose them entirely - not by a long shot- but it did slow him down as his easiest and quickest trail marker was taken away.

"You're welcome, by the way." He said once they finished. "What you said the other day really...woke me up." He looked away from her, walking beside her. "The fact that you'd rather die in pain than ask me to help you heal...your Captain or alpha should be the first person you go to if you're injured." He stopped at a huge fallen log and dropped to one knee with his hands in a basket, tossing Prism over the large tree before climbing over himself and dropping down first while she hesitated.

"Fly down. We've gotta go."

She shook her head. "I can't. As long as I'm in heat my magic is useless."

"Biology sure is a bitch." He held his arms out to her.

"Ain't it? Programmed to be a damsel in distress." she gave a small smile before sitting on the top of the tree and sliding into his arms. "That's why I need my blockers as soon as possible. I wanna kick ass, Steve." She whined like a child, pouting.

He shook his head and rolled his eyes, a grin playing on his lips.

"And I owe you a punch. Don't think I forgot."

"Wouldn't dream of it, Bon." He patted the top of her head, smirking as she accepted it, though she pouted the entire time.

Adorable.

W-what?

Gotta be from the sex. We're just a little sweet on each other from the sex and hormones. It'll pass. He told himself.

--

They managed to walk for several more hours after that, her body remained sated and thus her scent had dulled.

The sky darkened much like it did on Earth and the Captain found them somewhere to sleep. "He knew even Bucky would have to rest some time, and at the rate he'd been pursuing them he had to be tired by now.

When Steve focused, he became aware of Bucky's slow and relaxed heart rate, telling him he was correct.

He found them another cave for the night, frowning when she asked if they could have a fire. Unfortunately, the light and smoke would give away their position.

Steve leaned against the wall facing the entrance with his shield beside him, using his backpack as a pillow.

"Fine. I'm tired anyway." She grumbled, immediately stomping over and dropping to lay half on him, curled under his arm.

"You might need another top up before bed."

"What makes you say that?"

"You're a cum drunk omega, Priz. You adore me, we're actually getting along...it's not you." He chuckled.

She tch-ed and pinched him, blushing as she felt the muscle of his abdomen.

"Backfire?" he grinned confidently down at her, rubbing up and down her forearm softly despite his teasing.

"Fuck you, Rogers."

"That's my girl." She preened at his words of praise. "And my offer." He caught her eye and winked.

She met his cocky gaze with a glare, "I'm not cramping. I don't need it."

"Give it a minute. I can smell you again."

Sure enough, not long later her body got hot and her core grew slick. She doubled over as her body punished her for allowing her supply to run out, cramping again like a chainsaw to the stomach.

"I told you so."

She growled, stopping as soon as he reached for her. She let him sit her in his lap, knee on either side.

After another shuffle of clothing, Steve grabbed her bare hips and lead her to slowly lower herself on to him. Her face crumpled slightly as she felt her channel widen to take him to the root. He groaned, "S-shit...Priz..." he blushed and threw his head back, breathing hard.

He leaned her forward and scooted down a little, hammering into her from below while firmly grasping her thighs. The V-neck of the top of her super suit showed her plush breasts nearly falling out and into his face as he did this, each thrust making them jiggle.

It didn't take long for him to flip them over so she was on her back. He put her legs on his shoulders this time, lifting her butt off the dirt floor by gripping those broad hips he'd never been more attracted to.

He couldn't believe he'd never suspected anything before, because now that he'd become more aware of the shape of her body she was very much built like an Omega.

Beta girls were usually built more straight on the sides, taller and naturally more toned. They also definitely did not have impractically sized breasts like Omegas- in the back of his mind he assumed she must strap them down on most missions for convenience and for the sake of her beta charade.

Being in heat, she'd decided to forgo that for now- her chest was too sensitive for that much pressure.

Steve grunted above her, watching her greedy body take him again and again, he could vaguely see the sides of his cock glistening with her juices each time he retreated. His fangs elongated again as he got closer, baby blues flicking up to see her cover her own mouth as her moans and whimpers got louder.

"Gonna make you so full, omega. Are you ready for alpha's cum?" his voice was slightly unhinged as he squeezed her legs.

"Need your cum, Alpha." She panted, uncovering her mouth for a moment to say it.

"You're gonna be a good girl for me and take it all. I'm gonna flood your womb with my cum and you're gonna thank me for it, understand?"

"Yes, Alpha!" she chirped, one hand fisted the dirt while the other reclamped over her mouth.

Steve couldn't help the growl that came from his throat as he shoved in as deeply as possible and shuttered, burst after burst pumped into her- body taking it deep inside as it squeezed him like biology demanded.

Prism moaned into her hand as her eyes fluttered and back arched as her body tightened.

"F-fuuuuck..." he groaned as he slowed his thrusts, trying to make sure as much as possible would stay inside- buying them more time before they had to sate her again.

Somewhat sweaty, the alpha pulled out with a small grunt as the head popped out of her tight channel.

"What do you say, Omega?" he asked before her fog could lift.

"Thank you alpha."

He smirked, sense of superiority scratched, and they put themselves away.

"Don't make me thank you for it like that." She wrinkled her nose as she curled up under his arm without a second thought.

"Oh, I'm sorry, how would you like to thank me?" He winked before laughing as she smacked his pec with a playful glare.

"You know what I mean."

"Omega brain likes it, and means it."

"It doesn't count when I'm in heat. It's out of my control."

Steve sighed dramatically, "I guess that's fair." He rested his cheek on the top of her head and they fell asleep for the night.

--

The next few days went much the same. A few close calls when they'd slept late and the Soldat got a too little close for comfort, but they managed to loop back to their crashed ship- arriving the day after her heat ended.

With Prism back to normal, normal for an Omega at least, Bucky also returned to his normal Beta self.

He apologized for his behavior over and over, promising them he'd never speak of this if they didn't.

Prism and Steve lost the brief pseudo-mate bonding they'd developed and returned to the status-quo; with a few modifications.

As they agreed, the bickering continued as normal between the males and the female at her request for things to remain as normal as possible.

--

The night before the rescue party would arrive, Prism was on watch since her magic returned as her heat left. She sat on the cliff top overlooking the camp where her team mates lay sleeping.

With a frown on her lips, she stepped off the cliff and flew down to them silently.

Using her Omega pheromones, she was able to soothe them and keep them soundly asleep as she approached. They lay fairly close to each other, side by side.

Prism knew they slept together occasionally so it was no surprise they looked like they'd been spooning not too long ago.

It played out to her benefit anyway.

She knelt between them by their heads and hovered her hands over them, silver and pastel purple magic cast an ethereal glow across her features, hair shimmering.

Under the shadows of night, Prism re-wrote their memories the mission. Every trace of their knowledge of her secret was gone and filled with mundane ones. She even synced all of their memories that included the other so they'd remember things the same.

As far as Steve and Bucky were concerned, this crash landing was uneventful and not particularly memorable.

Her secret was safe.

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