long time, no talk! I’m not back or anything (at least not right now), but I just wanted to stop in and say happy two year anniversary to the series I’m the proudest of, Out of Time! on this day (Oct 7, 2018) two years ago, I started sharing this series with all of you!
it’s crazy to log back on here and see all the notifications for this series (and my other works too!) and I exchange you guys to know that I’ll always be grateful for you.
I hope you’re all taking care of yourselves. I love you oodles of noodles, and I miss u all!
I never thought I’d write a goodbye for this blog, but here we are.
I’ve been on tumblr since 2013. I spent a lot of time reading fanfiction, years of time spent reading Dramione and Wolfstar fanfiction before I eventually discovered reader insert. This discovery meant more to me than many may ever understand, because I have spent my entire life reading and watching and consuming fandom content in the hope that I could BE in the content I was consuming. I wanted to escape real life and live in the dream world that someone had written and shared with me. Maybe that’s crazy and unhealthy, maybe it’s understandable, maybe it doesn’t matter.
Discovering reader insert and being able to imagine my favorite characters saying my name and letting me go on adventures with them? Well, it was all I could have ever wanted. And this may seem dramatic to some and relatable to others, but at the end of the day, all that really matters is its importance to me. That’s why I created this blog and started writing.
I have loved getting to share content with you guys. I’ve loved getting to talk to you and laugh with you and cry with you, but lately, this community has not been what I fell in love with.
The drama has been some of the worst I’ve seen. It’s like being in high school all over again, watching people bicker and put others down while promoting themselves as the beacon of morality. Yes, there was a big plagiarism scandal that I definitely do not agree with. It was wrong and it hurt so many people. But I also don’t agree with the group of blogs that used that same scandal to tear people down and stir the pot whenever things start to die down again. You can feel how you want about the situation, we are all allowed that, but I don’t enjoy watching grown people who know better act like toddlers.
Another issue I’ve seen is more heartbreaking to me, and I know a lot of other people who have dealt with a similar issue, and that’s a lack of support. More glaringly, it’s lack of support from people who call me a friend. I know that no one owes me anything, and friendship doesn’t revolve around owing people things either. But something I’ve had to deal with is watching people act one way to my face and another way behind my back. I see these same people complaining about lack of support and notes, when they themselves never extend that same support to anyone else. This hasn’t been my best reading year or my best writing year, mainly due to the fact I was in school and working two jobs, yet I still worked to catch up on my friends fics and support them as much as I could, even if that was something as small as sending them an ask, or reblogging their fic with a short comment or, just dropping in to talk to them. I know I have fallen short as a friend and slacked off, but I have TRIED, and that’s something that I have felt a lack of from others.
Lastly, I can’t stand to see big blogs try to act like the governing body for the community when they themselves have forgotten what it means to be a small blog. Complaining about a lack of notes when you still get 100+ notes is painful to see for smaller blogs who are getting significantly less than that. Spreading toxic behavior impacts smaller blogs more, because the only thing on your timeline is toxic post after toxic post, and it makes the community feel gross and like an awful place to be. Acting like a voice for the community, but then speaking over (and even shaming) people is hypocritical and not something I want to stick around to witness.
I hope the people that have done wrong and done harm in the community employ some self reflection and work to be better and do better. I have some self reflecting of my own to do, because I myself am not perfect.
This has gone on long enough, and if you read all of this, thank you. To those of you who have consistently supported me and given me love, THANK YOU. To the friends I’ve made, thank you. And thank you for all the smiles, and laughter, and cheering up on bad days. This is the hardest goodbye. But it has to be done. I love you, angels.
Soulmate!AU/Reincarnation!AU. Female!Reader lives in a world where alien invasions and hordes of death robots occur and past lives and soulmates are very real. Like most people, she gets brief glimpses of her past. although a person’s past lives and their current life may have little to nothing in common, soul mates tend to transfer between lives, the core of a person staying the same throughout the eons.
Vampire!Steve and Hunter!Bucky Fics. It’s the spookiest time of the year, and your boyfriend, Steve Rogers, has decided to surprise you. However, darker things lurk in the shadows.
A year since you discovered Steve was a vampire and met Bucky, all in the same night. A lot has changed since then, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. With the world out to get you, you take each and every day with the two men as a blessing. Even if one is a bloodsucking immortal vampire and the other promises to put a bullet in his skull if he hurts you.
What would happen if the reader developed some… interesting powers unexpectedly? Reader works in the Avengers base in upstate New York. After accidental terrigen exposure, reader undergoes terrigenesis and develops inhuman powers. Scared and confused, she flees to the Avengers base and seeks help from them. Little does she know her new powers awaken more base instincts in those she finds attractive.
Summary:You hadn’t known what happened. One moment, you were running for your life. The next moment, you were falling from the sky and your only hope was calling the one number you had to save you. You were in a universe where the Avengers existed and you had no idea what to do. You fight between doing what’s right and what feels right. Do you return to your own universe or do you stay with the people you love?[Set after AoU and canon divergence after.]
Note:Ahhh, I’m so excited for this! I’ve been lowkey obsessed with avengers x reader for a long time LOL hope you enjoy!
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You’d never given much thought to how you’d die. Well, sure, it was a vague and distant thought. Everyone dies, after all. You’re aware that life could come crashing into you, and it could be a horrific accident, but you were hoping for the old age route.
You were running.
You remember that much.
You had been terrified as you stumbled. You turned to look, and then everything turned white.
And now, you were falling.
The wind ripped through your hair, burning your eyes. You turned around to look up at the sky instead of the impending ground.
God, you were so high up, and you had no fucking parachute. No gear.
You felt around your body frantically, wanting to cry when you felt nothing until your hand grazed over a bump in your back pocket—a phone.
You took it out quickly but carefully. The last thing you needed was to accidentally drop the phone midair and have no way to get it. You fumbled to turn it on and noticed you only had 10% battery left and almost wanted to cry.
You recognized your own phone. It had been at 10% when you had been running as well.
Your thoughts were a mess.
Who do you call when you’re falling 50,000ft in the air?
911?
What could 911 do? Could they send a helicopter for someone to come get you with a parachute?
Would they make it in time?
But when you opened up your contacts, there was only one number.
No.
This couldn’t be.
But the name and number stared back at you.
It had to be a joke, right?
You didn’t recognize the number other than it being a New York area code.
Maybe it’s from being so high up in the air, the falling hindering how well you could breathe and get oxygen to your brain.
That was the only explanation you could think of for thinking—but what if it wasn’t a joke? What if it was real?
It was probably a mistake to call this number instead of 911, but—but if it was real, you’re chancing of being saved would be higher.
You pressed dial on the contact and put it to your ear, shocked you were even picking up reception.
Unless that meant you were getting closer to the ground.
“Hello?” The caller picked up, sounding cautious and confused. “How did you get this number?”
“Is—” You choked. The air was so hard to breathe, and you wondered if your lungs were collapsing. It was so hard to hear on top of that too. Were you going deaf?
“Is this Tony Stark?” You barely managed to get out the words as you heaved for air that didn’t seem to be making it to your lungs.
“Yes…who is this?"
You could hear some noise in the background and wondered briefly what he was doing.
"Please help me,” you choked. “I’m falling.”
There was snort on the other line. “That’s a horrible pick-up line and also really bad background noise. Listen, I don’t know if you’re some crazy stalker but—”
“No, seriously, Mr. Stark. I’m literally falling from 50,000ft in the air, and I don’t have a parachute, and I will become splattered brain matter if you don’t help me,” you started coughing violently as you finished your words.
There was silence on the other end of the line before you could hear—
“FRIDAY, scan the surrounding area and trace the closest cell tower to her phone.”
“Detected body 50 feet from you. Too far to scan vitals.”
“Maximize jet boots and repulsors. Hold on, kid. I’m coming for you.”
But you couldn’t hear anything at that point. The oxygen deprivation was getting to your head as you fought to stay awake.
It feels like a million years but really, only seconds before you’re in someone’s arms.
“Easy there, I got you…alright, wow, you’re definitely not a kid.”
He’s flying down steadily for your sake. Slower but still quickly, so you don’t stay oxygen-deprived. As you descend, you suddenly feel something click over your head and a rush of oxygen floods in. You suck the air in greedily as you try to not hyperventilate.
“Easy, easy. Breathe slowly.”
You tilted your head up and found an Iron Man Mask looking back at you and realized you’re wearing one yourself. He must’ve called for a spare helmet for you.
You try to do as he says and breathe slowly, and you begin to feel better even though the chill starts to set in.
“Where…are….you…taking…me?” You speak slowly, your voice raw and weak.
“Back to the Avengers’ Compound. We have a medi-bay there that’s way better than any other hospital in the state. Plus, I’ve got questions.”
You don’t have the energy to argue against it, and you’re unsure if you would. Even though Tony Stark didn’t know you, you knew him. He was the only thing you knew in this strange universe you’ve found yourself in.
You look down at your hands and find they’re still yours, at least. You’re still you.
Just.
Maybe the You of this universe.
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You slowly woke up to a quiet beeping noise. The lights were somewhat bleary and blinded you. You had a massive headache, and when you looked down to find an IV hooked up to you, you felt your heart jump.
You could feel a nasal cannula on your face, and you tried to think about why you’d have one.
Falling.
You had been falling.
You couldn’t breathe.
You were trying to fight the rising panic in your limbs and throat. Your heart was racing and thudding almost painfully in your chest.
“Whoa, easy there, tiger.”
You snapped your head to the side and found Tony Stark coming through the door with two cups. You could smell coffee.
“FRIDAY alerted me you had woken up. How are you feeling?”
You stared at him, tracing his movements carefully as he came to sit down beside you in the chair. He holds the water out to you, but you don’t take it, so he then pulls over a tray in front of you and places your cup there.
You peer down and see that yours was filled with water while his cup was coffee.
You take the cup, sipping on the cool water, wincing lightly as it does down your dry throat.
“Okay…tired,” you eventually replied as you looked around.
“You’re at the Avenger’s Compound,” Tony said as he looked at your curious face, and you recalled that’s where he said when he was flying you to safety.
“You were really lucky I was out and about flying to get fresh air,” Tony said steadily, his eyes narrowed in suspicion at you. “How did you get my number? That’s my private and personal number. Only a few people have it. I’ve only just given it to Capsicle.”
You stare at him.
“Ugh, Captain America? America’s golden boy? Steve Rog—”
“I know,” you whisper, fidgeting with your cup.
“You know…” Tony repeated after you with a brow raised. “Do you know all of the Avengers?”
“Doesn’t everyone?” You reply with a half-hearted smile.
Tony narrowed his eyes at you, filled with suspicion and clearly saying he didn’t appreciate you avoiding his question. You couldn’t blame him. If this was the Avengers’ Compound, you had some idea of where you were in the timeline.
You looked at Tony’s face and how weary and tired he looked. The facilities looked new, so you could only guess this was right after the battle of Sokovia.
The thought made you rather sad as you looked back down. This meant that things were leading up to the Civil War, and you weren’t sure how you felt about that.
You weren’t sure how you felt about anything.
Your thoughts kept racing.
How did you get here?
How was this real?
Had you actually died?
How do you get back home?
Did you even want to go back home?
People were chasing you there.
Were you safe?
You looked back at Tony.
You were safe, you decided. For now, at least.
“I…don’t belong here,” you say quietly but still loud enough for Tony to hear.
“Don’t belong here…” Tony cocked his brow. “Here like this medical bay…or in New York or…”
“Here, like this universe,” you whispered, grimacing at how stupid it sounded, but you’re unsure why when someone like Dr. Strange existed. He would understand.
Tony actually laughed.
“Wow, maybe this isn’t pumping enough oxygen to your brain still,” Tony looked ready to adjust your machine when you glared at him.
“Is that so hard to believe when you’ve fought aliens? You don’t even know—” you immediately snapped your mouth shut as you huffed.
You don’t know the laws of the universe and time travel. How good could it be to reveal what was coming to someone like Tony, who was experiencing PTSD, paranoia, and guilt?
“Are you an alien then?” Tony asked slowly, eyeing you up and down to access you. You looked so human, though.
“No,” you said, though it sounded very uncertain. “No,” you repeated this time with more confidence. You weren’t an alien. You were a human that experienced too much.
Perhaps you and Tony weren’t too different.
“Can I get your name now?” Tony asked, changing the subject, but not really. You knew he was asking to see if he could pull up anything on you.
But you tell him anyway. You were curious about yourself as well.
“I’m Tony, but I think you knew that,” Tony throws out there, but he’s not smiling.
“You mean the genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist…?” You say and give a small smile when Tony’s lip twitches as he holds back a grin himself. But then he frowns as he wonders where you’ve heard him say that.
Suddenly, something beeped, making you jump slightly, spilling some of the water.
Tony just eyes you briefly before he checks his phone.
“The rest of them are here.”
“The rest of them?"
"The Avengers.”
You pale noticeably that it has Tony looking slightly alarmed.
“What’s wrong?” He asks, but you just shake your head.
You find it hard to swallow again, but people are bustling in to your room before you can even ask him to maybe save the introductions another day.
The faces bombard you before you even have a chance to turn away.
Steve, Natasha, Wanda, Vision, and Clint.
It’s Steve’s and Natasha’s faces that make you feel like you’re going to be sick.
You feel sick to your stomach because you know what happens.
And even if you had not experienced it personally, it didn’t mean you hadn’t come to love these characters—people in your own way.
You had loved them from a distance.
You had been immersed in their universe when you were on your own and even when you were surrounded by people.
So, to know what happens and see them, you were going to be sick.
You were still adjusting to Tony, and just barely.
It was too much.
It was too real.
The only thing you could think of was how painful and disappointing it had been to know what happened by just reading and watching. If it had been that painful, how would it be to actually experience it personally?
You gripped your blanket, trying to control your breathing as you looked away from them.
“Uh, Tony, is she okay?” Steve asked as he assessed you, but you wouldn’t turn to look his way.
Your heart monitor was spiking, and it was suddenly hard to breathe again.
Was this a panic attack? You thought about it distantly, trying to think about something else to calm yourself.
“Hey, hey,” Tony stood up as he looked at your monitor before you. “What’s wrong? What's—” Tony tried to put his hand on your shoulder, but you flinched.
“Get out,” you breathed, your chest rising and falling.
“What?” Tony said, but you couldn’t even look at him.
“GET OUT!” You screamed.
Natasha’s the one who pulls everyone out of the room and shuts the door as you close your eyes and try to think about something else and slow your breathing.
You have 10 fingers and 10 toes.
You can smell the coffee that Tony left behind.
You could see the little squiggly lines behind your eyelids.
You could taste your own mouth, which was gross, but it was better after the water.
You could feel the soft sheets under your fingers and wondered if it was because this was practically Tony’s private medi-bay that it was so luxurious.
Slowly, you began to calm down, the oxygen from the nasal cannula helped greatly, and you pressed your palm to your eye.
That was so embarrassing.
You were losing your shit over fictional people.
Except, they weren’t.
Not anymore, not in this universe.
You were feeling too much at once.
Scared.
Betrayed.
Upset.
Cautiously elated.
But mostly just anxious.
One step at a time, you told yourself. Figure out the situation now, and then think about what you will do after understanding what’s happening now.
You take a few more moments to collect yourself, preparing to see everyone again.
They were strangers.
They didn’t know you, and you didn’t know them. No amount of comics and movies could ever change the fact they were real people and have their own nuances you didn’t know about.
You press the help button at the side of your bed and wait patiently.
Tony is the one to stick his head back in first, cautiously.
You nodded at him, and he came through slowly, and you feel bad.
“I’m sorry,” you apologize, but Tony just shrugs, and you know he gets it.
“I can just tell everyone to go back if you just want to rest today. I’m afraid you can’t leave here until things are settled though,” Tony says, and you can tell he’s trying to be sympathetic about keeping you here, but you can tell he’s not.
You don’t mind.
Mostly because you have nowhere to go.
Or maybe you did but just didn’t know where it was?
“No, it’s fine,” you shook your head. “I’d rather get it over with now.”
“Are you sure about that?” Tony narrowed his eyes at you.
Summary:You hadn’t known what happened. One moment, you were running for your life. The next moment, you were falling from the sky and your only hope was calling the one number you had to save you. You were in a universe where the Avengers existed and you had no idea what to do. You fight between doing what’s right and what feels right. Do you return to your own universe or do you stay with the people you love?
[Set after AoU and canon divergence after.]
Warnings:18+. polyamorous relationships. F/M, F/F, F/F/F, F/M/M. Eventual smut. Explicit Sexual Content. Canon-level violence. sugaring relationship. Angst. Explore themes of domestic violence and family issues. Domestic fluff. Slow Burn.
Note:Yeah, I said reader gets with everyone. What about it? LOL This is my self-indulgent fic. Therefore, sporadic updates but we’re here for the fun! Chapters with sexual content will be marked with a *. There are no set amount of chapters, so I will add as I go :)
Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader, Steve Rogers x Female Reader, Bucky Barnes x Female Reader x Steve Rogers Summary: Bucky and Steve brand their best girl. Word Count: Over 6.6k Warnings: Explicit sexual content, vaginal sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), spitroasting, threesome, dirty talk, tension, possessive behavior, porn with feels (it’s me, c’mon), tattooed Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers (they’re warnings, okay?) A/N: Welcome back to my tattoo AU! Have you missed them? I know I have! Beta read by the wonderful @whisperlullaby but any and all mistakes are my own. Thank you, lovely! Banner created by yours truly, but Bucky and Steve photos were provided by the talented @nix-akimbo ! This AU wouldn’t exist without them. Divider by the beautiful @firefly-graphics and banners by the lovely @vase-of-lilies. And thanks to @lookiamtryingand@drabblewithfrannybarnes for our new reader nickname.
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It was a beautiful day as you sat between Bucky and Steve in Thor’s truck, gazing through the windshield as the three of you drove through town. The boys had just finished setting up your new dining room table and Thor was kind enough to let them use his truck to pick it up and deliver it from the store. Ever since you moved into their place, they had done everything in their power to make the place more like your own. That included upgrading some of the furniture, which you tried to talk them out of in the beginning. You didn’t want them turning their home upside down for you. They, of course, argued that it was your home now, too.
NAVYYYY I’m a mess right now! In more ways than one but I feel like that’s to be expected with your stories hehe. I love this trio so much and watching their relationship grow has been amazing. I literally started crying when they started talking about what she meant to them and the tattoos and then the whole ending, I fucking melted I also really like the way you incorporate what she’s thinking too, showing her excitement and fear and nerves, I think it’s great! AHHHHHHHH I’M A WRECKKKKK
Run-through:Steve and Bucky have been friends since they were young boys. They are inseparable, so naturally when you married Steve you were aware that Bucky came along with him. Every event, every vacation, even as the best man at your wedding - Bucky was always there, alongside you and Steve. He was one of your best friends as well, so you’ve never thought of him in a sexual way, ever. That is until one certain night, when you see something you’re not supposed to and you like it a little too much. You deny your desire towards Bucky, but Steve knows you better than anyone. He knows what you want and need, and he’s determined to fulfil your fantasy; because what his wife wants, she gets.
Steve asked once he finally managed to steal you away from people. You were all attending a lavish dinner party at one of Steve’s associates’ mansion. And even with all the performances, the music, dances, and all - it was beginning to get a little boring.
But it would be rude to leave before the event is officially finished. And you could tell your husband was now bored out of his mind.
“I haven’t seen him either. Knowing him, he must have found some pretty girl and is having a good time somewhere.” You joked, smiling up at Steve as he circled his arm around your waist, pulling you into his side as he sipped on his drink. He was so handsome, sometimes it hurt to look at him. Pretty blue eyes, pretty face, mean demeanour and power oozing from him. You’ve known him for years, been married to him for years, and yet he took your breath away each day with his pretty face.
“You know, we could just sneak out and leave. No one would know.” He muttered.
Tempting, so tempting. You gave him a playful glare, “We can’t do that. Everyone you do business with is here, they’ll notice we’re gone.” Just to tease him some more you said, “Besides, I’m not done speaking to all the wives yet.”
You tried to get out of his grip but he grabbed you and pulled you closer again, nuzzling your cheek. “Okay, okay,” He gave you a look you knew all too well. “How about a quickie? I know just the place, the study upstairs will-,”
You cut him off, “Steve!” You whisper-yelled. “We can’t, there’s too many people here. They might notice that as well.”
Steve groaned into your ear, and you sighed - despite wanting nothing more to have him make those sounds while he’s in your mouth - and gently pulled away from his embrace.
“Okay, how about you go get another drink and I’ll go check if I can find Bucky. Yes?” You suggested, despite him frowning and pouting like a child.
He rolled his eyes, “Fine.” Then he paused and said, “Don’t leave me alone for too long, I hate everyone here.” He muttered, walking away while you giggled to yourself as you searched the crowds of people, trying to find Bucky.
They normally stuck together during events like these. They never get along too well with others, plus most people stay as far away from them as possible given the nature of their profession as two of the most well-known mob bosses in the city.
You asked around, to some people, if anyone had seen Bucky. None of them did. So you had to look around on your own, and even checked the gardens to see if he’d step out for some air. But he was nowhere to be found.
You remembered Steve said something about the study upstairs being a quiet place. You checked in there as well, it was empty. Then as you walked down a corridor, you heard him. Was he on the phone?
You listened more attentively, approaching one of the bedrooms which was just slightly cracked open.
Your curiosity brought you closer to the door. Eavesdropping was bad, and you weren’t normally a very nosy person but for some reason you wanted to know why he was all the way up here, away from everyone.
“Come on, don’t be shy.” You heard him coo at someone. “Touch it. Show me how you like it, go on. Be good and touch yourself for me.” Then a pause later he sighed and said, “That’s it, good girl.”
You froze at the sound of those words coming from Bucky’s mouth. And your physical reaction to those words surprised you even more. You instinctively clenched your thighs beneath the gown you wore. Lips parting as you breathed faster. You pressed your back against the wall, listening shamelessly.
So he’d indeed sneak up here to be with someone. The moment that thought formed in your head, you felt a strange feeling consuming you from inside. You shook your head slightly when you realised it was a burning desire.
But why? Bucky was… Bucky. Steve’s best friend and consequently, yours. He was the best man at your wedding. Every vacation, every event - he was always there, with you and Steve. And you were so comfortable around him. He was almost always over at your place. You and Steve always joked around and told him to sell his house because he never slept there given he was always sleeping over at your place. He was part of your family. Of course, he was extremely attractive but you had never thought of him in that way.
Where was this coming from? Why was this… so hot?
Then you heard him speak again, right after you heard someone moaning. “That’s it, use your fingers. Play with that clit, come on.” Then he chuckled and said, “Just like that, baby. Yes, play with it. Keep touching yourself. But don’t you dare come without permission.”
Oh goodness. You shouldn’t be here right now. You shouldn’t be listening to this. It was wrong. Or at least it’s supposed to feel wrong. His words were supposed to make you walk away without making a single sound. Instead, the depraved and sinful part of you wanted to stay there, listening to him ordering and owning the woman he was currently with.
You tried to calm your racing heart. But it was impossible. Not when you heard the woman moaning and begging Bucky to touch her. Not when Bucky chuckled, sounding condescending as he kept ordering her.
“Aww, what? Is it too much?” He sighed, “Come on, add a finger in there. Slowly, there you go. Look at you, so pretty.” He said, “Make it nice and wet for me, yeah sweetheart?”
You almost gasped at the tingly feeling between your legs. You had to see him. Just once, just a peek and then you’d walk away. You promised yourself, just one look.
Carefully, without making a sound, you peeked. And you couldn’t look away. You took in as much as you could from that little space you looked through. The room was dimly lit, and there was a large bed in the middle. And there she was, you couldn’t see much of the woman’s face. Just her bare legs, spread open and in between them stood Bucky.
Tall and authoritative, there was always something about his stance which screamed power - much like Steve. He stood there, looking down at her on the bed. You kept watching, as he rolled on a condom and grabbed her legs, pulling her closer as he leaned over and entered her in one stroke.
You couldn’t see much of their faces nor their bodies, just the sounds they made. The woman… she whimpered and moaned and whined about how good he felt. How big he was and how well he filled her up. she kept chanting, ‘more… faster, more, more’ while he groaned and whispered into her ear - you couldn’t hear what he was saying but judging from the sounds she made, he was probably whispering sinful promises in her ear.
And the sounds he made. The grunts, the swear words leaving his lips, his praises… “Come on, take me. Take me deep inside that pretty little cunt. You’re doing so well, come on. Open for me, take me deeper inside that tight cunt.”
You watched how Bucky absolutely pounded this woman. And for a moment, you were properly jealous of her. But then you remembered.
Steve.
You gasped, pulling away. What the fuck were you doing? You walked away as fast and as soundlessly as possible. You hoped you didn’t seem too troubled as you walked back downstairs into the party and blended into the crowd.
Thank God the atmosphere was dark and moody. You felt less seen, less embarrassed this way. You walked around, grabbed a drink and found a quiet corner. You calmed your racing heart, but nothing would get rid of the feeling between your legs. Fuck, you were so turned on it hurt.
Steve. You needed to find him.
But then you felt a hand grab you gently by the elbow. “Hey baby, where were you?” Steve asked, looking down at you with a faint smile on his face.
A slight guilt hit you, but then you shook it off. You didn’t do anything wrong, correct? You just… watched one of your best friends fucking. And got turned on by it.
“Just around.” You whispered, placing your drink down on the nearest surface. You reached up and touched his face gently, tracing his mouth with your fingertips. He playfully bit your fingers, making the flames of desire inside you burn brighter. So bright, you could no longer ignore it.
No one knew your body and what you liked quite like Steve. And right now, you wanted him badly.
“How about that quickie now, huh?” You asked, giving him a little smirk.
He chuckled, then pulled you closer. Nuzzling your neck, he whispered, “What my wife wants, she gets.”
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A few minutes later, Steve had you pinned to the wall. Turned out, you managed to make it to the infamous study after all.
His mouth moving against yours, his kiss was hot and messy. Just how you liked him. You reached out and started unbuckling his pants, and he helped you by bunching your dress up and slipped his hand in between your legs.
He chuckled into the kiss when he felt you had no underwear on, “Such a tease,” He whispered, running his knuckles along your wet folds and smearing your arousal around. He groaned right into your ear as you pulled his cock out and stroked it.
He slipped his two fingers into you with ease and smirked against your lips as he felt your arousal coating his fingers, which he curled inside of you, hitting all the spots you wanted him too.
“Steve…” you whimpered and closed your eyes when he leaned down and nibbled on your skin around your collar bones. “Baby, I need you.” You bucked your hips against his hand impatiently. “I need you in me, now!”
“What’s gotten into you, hmm?” He teased, kissing you deeply while holding you between him and the wall carefully; your legs wrapped around his waist. His cock briefly brushed against your wet folds in the process and you moaned wantonly through the kiss.
“Just fuck me, please.” You whined, eyes shut. “I need you, I want you. Please…”
He kissed down your neck, smirking as he aligned his throbbing tip with your entrance. “Well, I’m thankful to whatever has you this needy for me.”
You groaned in pleasure as he pushed himself into you. Stretching you out as he went. His nails digging into your skin as he held you by your hips, and yours sliding into his hair as he filled you up nicely.
“So fucking wet…” he whispered against your cheek as he rocked in and out of you.
You were a mess, your mind going back and forth from Steve to Bucky, and how he was fucking that woman. The sounds she made, the sounds he made, the sounds Steve made as he fucked you. It was too much. Too good.
“More…” You caught yourself whispering, “More, please.” You told Steve.
Steve groaned as he sped up into you. Nuzzling your neck and swearing as he fucked you, slamming into you relentlessly.
His mouth found yours again and he nibbled on your bottom lip and you moaned quietly for him.
“So needy,” He whispered. “But I like it.” He smirked against your mouth as he fucked you relentlessly; earning more and more moans out of you each time his cock stroked your walls.
You felt the fiery pressure forming deep inside you. Steve nibbled at the skin under your ear and you lost all control you had left. Your thoughts became cloudy and all you could focus on was his body against yours.
“Steve… fuck baby, you feel so good.” You whined.
He groaned softly against your skin while he fucked you like an animal, occasionally growling at how good you felt around him. He pounded into you as fast as he could, your back slamming into the wall with each thrust.
Then he slowed down and you opened your eyes to look at him, pleading him to keep going. But your husband just smirked, looking down at you.
“I know you, baby. You wanna tell me what has you so worked up all of a sudden?” He sounded amused. Then he started moving so slowly inside you that you almost screamed. Gently, taking his sweet time and just letting you feel the way he slipped in and out of you, he asked, “Don’t you think it’s a little funny? How you walked all over this big ass house all by yourself, and then you come back so,” He thrust deep inside you, “fucking,” He pulled out, “horny?” He pushed back, hard enough to make you cry out in pleasure.
“Steve…” You whined, “Please, oh god please. Don’t stop, please.” You begged.
He chuckled, “No, answer me. What happened when you were up there?” He stopped moving, leaning in to whisper like it was some dirty little secret - well it was, “Did you accidentally walk in on people having sex? Did that turn you on?”
You looked up, staring into his pretty blue eyes which made you weak since day one. You were quiet, too quiet. So Steve figured it out.
He smirked, “Ah,” He pushed himself into you again, with a triumphant look on his face, “Who did you see, hmm?” He asked, “Was it someone we know?”
You froze. He smiled wider. Steve has always been freaky in the bedroom, always entertaining even your most sinful fantasies. You never had to hide anything from him, he knew you better than anyone and you were grateful for that. But given that this was concerning Bucky, you hesitated for a moment.
“Oh, so it was.” He teased, and you whined, trying to get him to fucking move already. You could feel your wetness all over your inner thighs. “Was it one of our friends?” Then he paused, smirked and asked, “Was it Bucky?”
He had figured it out. You bit your lip, wondering how he’d react to that. You didn’t have to answer, he knew. Your husband knew you too well.
“I’m sorry.” You whispered, barely audible when you spoke.
Steve just leaned in and kissed you, moving his hips against yours again. “There’s nothing to be sorry about, baby.” He said, and your legs started to shake around him as he quickened his pace, pounding into you mercilessly. Pulling away from the kiss, and fucking you nice and deep, he asked, “So you saw Bucky, huh? Did you like what you saw?”
You whined, remembering it all over again. “Steve…” You pleaded.
“What was he doing? Tell me,” Steve insisted, “Tell me what you saw. Tell me everything.”
This was downright sinful. You two here, fucking while thinking about Bucky fucking someone else upstairs? It was definitely new. But you didn’t hate it. You didn’t hate it at all.
“He… he was…” You hesitated, but then Steve pulled away to look down into your eyes.
“Don’t be coy, we both know you’re no saint, baby.” He said, sounding like he was proud of it. “Now come on, tell me what you saw.”
You whispered, feeling him slowing down. “I heard them. He was… with this woman. And they were in bed. She was touching herself for him at first and he was telling her how to, and then… then I looked.” You cried out, feeling Steve’s cock throb and flex inside of you, “I shouldn’t have looked, I know. But I couldn’t help it, and I looked and they were… they were just fucking and the sounds they made…” You said, and almost whimpered at the memory and at the feeling of Steve’s big cock inside of you. “Fuck, it was so hot, baby. It was… so fucking hot.” You admitted.
Steve hummed, “My dirty girl.” He sped up into you again, making you cry out. “So fucking desperate, aren’t you? You couldn’t help but watch them, huh? You couldn’t help it. What else, did you slide your hand in between your legs while you watched them?” He asked and you couldn’t answer because he was so fucking deep inside you you couldn’t think of anything other than cry out in pleasure. He chuckled and continued, “Is that what you did? You touched yourself while watching my best friend fucking someone else?”
You whispered, “No…” You whined, “I didn’t.” You felt like you were losing your mind. The pleasure was too much.
“No,” He agreed, taunting you, “Because you’re a good little wife. And no matter who turns you on, you know I’m the only one who gets to truly make you come, right? That’s why you came to find me, isn’t it? To fuck you nice and hard, yeah?”
“Yes,” You cried out. “You feel so good, Steve. Don’t stop, please don’t stop…”
He didn’t stop. He had to make you come, so he kept fucking you harder and faster against the wall. You couldn’t hold back anymore. The pleasure, the warmth, the friction - it was all too much. Too good. Your mind was a foggy mess already; thinking about Steve, and occasionally about Bucky.
You came undone around his cock. Walls clenching around him, nails scratching his neck and a loud moan erupting from your mouth as he made you come hard. He groaned as he came shortly after you, spilling inside of you.
Your fingers tangled in his hair as he held you carefully pressed against the wall. You were gasping for air, and so was he. But moments later, his mouth was on yours, tongue in your mouth. Biting and nibbling on your lips.
“You okay, baby?” He asked, his mouth lingering on top of yours before he leaned in again to kiss you softly along your jaw.
You nodded, “I am.” You sighed in delight, now satiated. “God, I love you.” You whined, nuzzling his bearded cheek.
He chuckled, then said, “I love you more. Although, if Bucky ever finds out about this whole thing, his ego would inflate until he explodes.”
You groaned, “I’m sorry, I just-,”
He cut you off, brushing his lips against yours before pulling away to look at you. “Like I said, nothing to be sorry about. I love you, okay? You can tell me anything, baby.”
You frowned at his words slightly as he lowered you back down on your feet, making sure your dress was right again. “Tell you what?” You questioned.
Then he gave you a look which you didn’t quite understand at first. But then it clicked.
You almost gasped again, “Oh my God, you think I want to fuck your best friend.”
Steve just cupped your face and said, “All I’m saying is if that’s something you-,”
You cut him off, your heart racing and a strange guilt and embarrassment washing over you. “Stop.” You whispered softly, and pushed his hands away from your face. “I’m your wife. And that’s your best friend. There’s no-,”
A voice coming from the doorway cut you off. “There you two are. I was looking for you guys everywhere. I should’ve known you’d find a corner to get cosy,” Bucky taunted, “Five years later and you still act like newlyweds. Anyways, am I interrupting something?” He asked in that cocky tone of his, the same he used earlier with that woman.
Steve chuckled, pulling away from you after making sure you were decent and covered. “No, we’re done. By the way, where were you the whole night?” He asked his friend, while you turned to the nearest mirror and fixed yourself.
This was nothing new, Bucky had probably walked in on you and Steve getting ‘cosy’ so many times before given he’s always around you two. But somehow, tonight was different. You’d never seen, nor thought about how Bucky must be with partners in the bedroom. Not until you spied on him earlier.
And the fact that you gave Steve all the details about how you caught his best friend fucking someone while your husband was deep inside you… it made your face feel really, really hot. You tried to ignore the men while you fixed your hair and calmed your racing heart.
“You look good tonight.” His deep voice spoke up from behind you. You looked up and caught his stare in the reflection. Bucky stood right behind you, and Steve was smirking from not far away.
What’s gotten into him? What’s so funny?
“Thanks, Buck.” You said after clearing your throat. Then you turned around and faced both of them, “We should get back downstairs.” You smiled and avoided both their eyes before you rushed out of the room.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Why were things weird all of a sudden between you and Bucky? Did he always look at you like that? His stare was almost… heated. And did he always sound so… sultry when giving you compliments? Normally when he complimented you, you’d playfully tell him something sassy back and you two would bicker until Steve stepped in.
Ah, fuck. Now you’d keep thinking about this for days.
—
Later that night, as you and Steve were getting ready for bed. You couldn’t stop but replay the earlier events in your head. So much so that when Steve found you, you were lost in thought in the bathroom, staring down at the sink.
Steve’s warm hands grabbed you by the waist, startling you. “Come to bed,” He whispered as his body heat seeped through your silk shorts as he kissed his way up your neck. His beard rough against your skin as he whispered, “You smell so good, baby.” He kissed you on the cheek, his hand coming up to tease your nipples through your silk top. You gasped, then felt him hard and ready pressing against you. “What are you thinking about?” He asked, softly, pulling away to meet you eyes in the mirror.
“Are you mad at me?” You blurted out without thinking too much about it.
He frowned, then laughed. “Why would I be mad at you?” He wrapped his arms around you from behind, placing his chin on your shoulder as he held your stare in the mirror. “Is this about Bucky?”
You froze again.
Steve sighed and said, “Baby, don’t overthink this. Okay? Let’s not pretend as if Bucky’s cock never got hard all those times he caught us fucking.”
Your eyes widened. “What?” You almost laughed too, the strange guilt suddenly disappearing.
Steve smirked, “Oh well, now you know.” Steve then kissed your shoulder and pulled away, pinching your butt as he turned to walk away. Then he said, “Honestly, if you called him right now and invited him to our bed tonight, he’ll definitely show up within the next half an hour.” Steve said, then ran away laughing as you picked up a nearby towel, rolled it into a ball and threw it in his direction.
—
The following week, Steve suggested that you and him go away for a mini vacation for a few days. He did that often, whenever he felt like he’d been working too much and wasn’t giving you enough attention, he’d take you away for a few days so he could have you all to himself.
This time, he chose the private island he and Bucky co-owned. And once on the plane he said, “Bucky’s joining us there tomorrow.”
You nodded, placing your champagne down and just said, “Oh.”
Steve frowned. “Hey, come on. It’s not gonna be awkward. Bucky doesn’t even know you spied on him.” Your husband said, reaching over and rubbing your knee, comforting you.
You rolled your eyes, “Accidentally, Steven.” You emphasised. “I accidentally saw him.”
Steve nodded, “Yes, of course.” Then you saw that grin on his face and you just knew it was coming… “You accidentally got turned on as well?” He teased you like he had been these past few days and you made him swear on his life that he’d never mention this to Bucky. But that didn’t mean that he stopped messing with you.
You unbuckled your seat belt and he immediately reached out for you apologising, but you gently slapped his hands away. “That’s it. I’m going to take a nap, wake me up when we get there.” You got up and walked over to the private bedroom space of your husband’s plane.
He called out after you, “Baby,” He groaned, “Can I come join you in bed? Please?”
“No!”
—
You and Steve had a whole night and a whole morning all to yourselves before Bucky showed up the next day.
And while you’d been on hundreds of trips like these with the two men, this time something was different. Steve and Bucky seemed fine, nothing seemed awkward or out of ordinary between these two.
But between you and Bucky… the tension was there. And Steve picked up on it once or twice and each time you’d face him, he had that shit-eating grin and that playful look in his eyes.
‘Let’s not pretend as if Bucky’s cock never got hard all those times he caught us fucking.’ Those words that Steve said kept replaying in your head. And your damn husband wouldn’t stop teasing you about it.
So much so that you’d managed to avoid Bucky for an entire evening. Steve tried to ask you about it but you shut him up with a kiss, then got on your knees and made him forget all about it. But you kept being distant and avoided Bucky at all cost. Mainly because you were embarrassed.
Even now, as the two of them were in the kitchen, making lunch - you said you’d be outside in the sun rather than in the kitchen with them. Usually when you three would be here together, you’d always cook together, but today you-
“Lost in thoughts again?” He asked in that playful tone of his. “Steve says you do that a lot these days. What’s going on with you?” Bucky asked, walking over to where you lounged on the beach chair by the pool.
You looked up at him. Your heart raced a little as your mind went back to that night; to the way he spoke, the way he owned that woman’s body without even touching her, his praises… God, why wasn’t he out of your system yet?
Bucky then looked behind you and said to the guard, “You may go, I have her.” The guard walked away without another word said, then Bucky looked down at you.
He shoved his hands in the pockets of his jeans. Tilting his head to the side as he studied you with his ocean blue eyes, currently hidden by his shades. “Steve also said that you were reading. But clearly not.” He pointed to the closed book on your lap.
“What do you want, Bucky?” You tried your hardest to sound like you always did when you spoke to him, “Is Stevie not playing with you?” You teased him like he was a child.
Bucky chuckled. “Don’t do that, I can see right through you. You’re avoiding me. You’ve been different since that dinner party. What happened? Why did I do?” He asked.
Oh damn him.
“Go away, Buck.” You shook your head, picked up your book and opened on a random page. “Go play with Steve.” You said, dismissing him.
From the corner of your eye, you watched how he smirked and shook his head. “I know about your dirty little secret.” He said.
And that had you placing the book down and standing up from the lounge chair to face him. You stepped closer to him, and that smirk remained on his face as he looked back at you. “Steve told you?” You sounded disappointed, borderline annoyed at your husband.
Bucky grinned. “So there is a dirty little secret for me to know.”
Fuck. How did you not see that coming? Of course Steve wouldn’t tell him, he’d never do that. “Bucky, fuck you.” You said and he laughed.
Then he stepped closer to you, lowering his voice as he said, “Let’s see. That night, you were acting weird around me when I caught you and Steve being… cosy.” He said.
But before he could continue, you added with sass, “We were having sex. You can say it.”
He nodded, “Alright then. I’ve noticed that you’ve been avoiding me since I caught you and Steve having sex.” He put emphasis on ‘sex’ purposely, and the way he said it made you want to clench your thighs together. “Why is that? I’ve walked in on you two before. And on many occasions, you two have often kept going at it while I was still in the room. Now I know you’re not shy, you’re a very confident woman. So what has you acting this way, huh? Why are you avoiding me?”
These were things you never spoke about, out loud. And now that he was saying it, looking right at you, it made you feel all hot, and not at all ashamed. You opened your mouth to sass him some more, but you couldn’t figure out what to say.
Bucky raised an eyebrow at you. “You’re one of my best friends, you know? I know you just as well as Steve does. And I’ve been thinking about this behaviour of yours ever since that night, and you know what I concluded?”
Damn it. “What?”
He gave you a cocky, boyish smile. Stepping closer to you he whispered, “You saw me that night. I know you did. Your perfume lingered in the air when I walked out of that room. You were there and you saw me with that girl, didn’t you?”
Damn. It. Of course he figured it out. Without thinking you asked, “Whatever, it’s not that big of a deal.”
“Oh? All these days of avoiding me like I’m just some random man in your house and now you wanna act like it’s no big deal?” He asked, then chuckled and continued without waiting for an answer. “So you saw me, and you liked it.” You shivered at the sound of his voice. Fuck, this was wrong. But he continued, “Then you ran to Steve and you made him fuck you while you thought of me? Do you want me in your bed?”
You scoffed, not allowing him to patronise you - even though he did so without any bad intentions. “I’m your best friend’s wife, Buck. Have some shame.” You said sarcastically.
Bucky laughed. “Did you have any shame while you watched me?” His question shut you up. “Did you like it?” He asked, “Did you like the sound of the praises I gave her? Did you wish it was you instead?”
You took a step back, “Shut up.” You muttered and watched how he took a step forward, approaching you.
“I deserve to know.” He argued, smirking. “Look at you, all hot and bothered. You know if you ask me, I’ll be good to you.” He teased, “I’ll make it so good for you. And I know you’ll take it like a good girl too.” His unexpected praise made you gasp, and he caught it. “Don’t worry, Steve won’t mind. You know Steve and how he likes to watch…” He said, whispering, “Which is why he almost always fucks you when there’s mirrors around.”
Of course Bucky knew. Your heart raced at the sound of his words. “Shut. Up.” You whispered, suddenly unable to control the way your body reacted to his words.
“You want me. I won’t lie, I want you too.” He said, taking another step towards you. “So stop running from me and-,”
He never got to finish his sentence because out of nowhere, you pushed him back with all the strength in your body. And into the blue pool he went, with a loud splash. He submerged completely and you stood there, frozen, watching him as he resurfaced. He’d lost his sunglasses and now, his ocean blue eyes stared at you with a challenge in them.
As Bucky swam to the side, you heard a loud cheer coming from somewhere. You looked around and found Steve poking his head out of a window, clapping and laughing as he witnessed what just happened.
He’s been watching you two? Then he yelled, “Run, baby!”
And you did. You saw Bucky calmly stepping out of the pool looking like a god with his white t-shirt and jeans sticking to him like a second skin, but the mischievous look in his eyes made you turn around and run as fast as you could. Once into the house, you didn’t have time to figure out which room you’d seen Steve in so you just took the stairs to the top floor instead. And once you reached the landing, you heard Bucky’s footsteps, rushing to catch you.
You panted as you ran down a corridor, and in no time, he was right behind you. You managed to remain out of his grip as you rushed into one of the guest bedrooms. Wrong move. Because now there was nowhere to go.
“Come here!” You heard him say, right before he tackled you down onto the large bed, pinning you under his drenched body. He looked down at you, panting just as you were. You noticed he had taken his shirt and jeans off, so he hovered above you only in his black boxers.
You’d definitely seen him without his clothes and just in his underwear before, but this was different. His lower body pressed down against yours and you couldn’t ignore the hard on he had.
“You pushed me.” He accused. “And now I smell like pool water.”
You scoffed, “Get the fuck off me and get in the shower then!” You pushed him off of you and tried to run again but he was faster, and he caught you and pinned you down on the bed yet again.
He chuckled, as you struggled in vain under him, “Now I get why he’s so in love with you. You’re such a brat.” He realised. “He’s always been into brats.” He said, “Look at me.” He grabbed your jaw, pinning both your hands down on the bed above your head. You glared at him. He laughed and said, “Such a brat.”
Your body felt warmer than usual beneath him. You wanted him, but you said, “Get off me. Steve will-,”
Bucky cut you off by pressing his thigh which was in between your legs up against your clothed cunt. And you accidentally let out a moan. He smirked. “Steve will what, shoot me? If it were any other man, yes he might. But you know what? I asked your husband for permission before I came to find you earlier. Thought I’d bury myself in your wet cunt and tell you what a pretty and obedient girl you are since you seem to like that a lot. Thought we’d fuck and get rid of all that tension,” He scoffed, “But turns out, you’re a fucking brat.”
You bit down on your lip to keep yourself from moaning as he pressed his thigh against you even more. The need, the tension, the pent up frustration, his filthy words… It was too much to bear.
Bucky continued, leaning down until he was mere inches from your mouth, “And brats don’t get told they’re a good girl. Not unless they earn it.”
You groaned as he moved his thigh against you, making you want to beg for it. But…
“Steve…” Was all you whispered, looking up into Bucky’s eyes. Where was he anyways?
And just then you heard him, “Right here, baby.” You searched for him and there he stood, by the bed. Barely a few feet away from where Bucky had you pinned down on the bed. Steve reached out and caressed your cheek right as Bucky got off of you.
“Get her nice and wet for me.” Bucky said before he rushed into the bathroom. You assumed he wanted to get the chlorine water off of him before he…
“You… you’re gonna let him?” You asked, heart racing, sitting up on the bed as Steve smiled, looking down at you. You were both excited, and concerned.
“Tell me you don’t want this.” He said, lowering himself to the bed, grabbed you and spread your legs apart for him. In the background, you could hear the shower turning on. “Look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t want him, and I’ll make sure we stop.” He smirked, kissing up your leg. “Tell me you don’t wanna play with us, baby.”
Us.
“I…” You gasped as he bit your thigh before sliding your shorts down your legs. “I do want this. I wanna play.” You said. But then… “But then…?” You asked as he slowly took your underwear off. Bucky was right in the bathroom, a couple of steps away. This made you feel warmer, hotter.
“What?” He asked softly as he caressed your thighs, running his hands up and down like he has the habit of doing before absolutely torturing you with his tongue. He leaned in, kissing his way up to where you were wet and throbbing.
“I mean, you’re okay with that? With Bucky and I…” You sighed, throwing your head back and shutting your eyes as Steve licked up and down your slit once.
He smirked against your wet folds, then lifted his head up and said, “Well I wouldn’t be here getting you all nice and wet for him if I wasn’t, would I?” With that said, he went back to teasing you with his tongue, making a mess of his spit and your arousal that dripped out of you.
“Besides,” He said, tickling your clit with his tongue, making you whine in pleasure, “I’ll be right here, watching.”
You let out a loud moan at the sound of that. He’ll be right here, watching how his best friend fucks you. That should’ve sounded lewd, but right now? It absolutely did not.
Steve licked, and sucked and teased until you were a whimpering mess beneath him. His strong arms wrapped around your thighs, keeping you wide open for his mouth and preventing you from moving as he pinned your hips and legs down on the bed.
“Steve…” You whined, “Please, I’m so close…”
He chuckled, “No,” He murmured, not quite lifting his mouth off of your lips as you looked down at him. “Sorry baby, but I’m not the one who’ll be making you come just yet.”
And right then, Bucky walked out of the shower with just a towel secured very low around his waist. And a pretty smirk on his face.
“Did you get her all wet and needy for me?” Bucky asked, walking over to you and Steve.
Steve got up and off the bed, leaving you sprawled there, wetness dripping out of you while you wore nothing but one of Steve’s thin, white t-shirts. Your shorts and underwear were thrown on the bedroom floor somewhere.
“Careful Buck,” Steve warned his friend as he walked over to the couch not far from the bed and sat down, manspreading as always, “She can be really bitey when she’s denied what she wants.” Your husband’s smirk made your heart skip a beat.
Bucky scoffed, smirking as he approached the bed. He grabbed you by the ankle and parted your legs to look at how wet you were. He clicked his tongue, studying your wet slit. And your entire body felt like he was burning under his heated stare.
“And what is it that she wants?” Bucky asked, leaned over and stared deep into your eyes, “Want your husband’s best friend to fuck you, huh? You want me to praise you and tell you you’re a good girl? Well now I can’t do that because you’ve been so bratty.” He said.
And behind him, you heard Steve chuckling to himself.
Bucky continued, trailing his fingers up and down your legs, “First you watch me while I’m fucking someone else, and you don’t even bother joining,” He said with a cocky smile on his face, “Then you go on and ignore me completely like you haven’t been thinking about me ever since. And now today, you push me into the pool fully clothed?” He shook his head. “So, so bratty. What are we gonna do with you?”
You almost whimpered at the tone of his voice. So powerful and authoritative, and disappointed in you. You almost apologised on the spot. Almost. Instead you just stared into his eyes, panting and needy.
Bucky studied your face, then turned to look at Steve and a silent communication later, Steve tossed something at Bucky - which he caught and taunted you with it by waving it in front of your face.
Your eyes widened slightly when you noticed what exactly was in his hands. Your vibrator.
“Steve tells me this is your favourite toy,” Bucky spoke while you turned your head to look at Steve. He’d brought it along? The latter just leaned back into the couch and winked at you. You turned to face Bucky again, and he said, “So we’re gonna play.”
You shivered, looking up at him with desire and need. “Okay,” You whispered so softly you wondered if he even heard it. In your peripheral vision, you knew Steve was watching intently, unmoving, focused.
You hadn’t been with anyone else ever since you got married, so this was quite new to you. But all parties involved were okay with this so… you indulged. Then Steve asked, “You remember your safe word, right baby?”
You nodded.
Bucky leaned over you, placing a hand down on the bed to hold him up above you. And then without wasting any more time, Bucky turned the toy on and placed it right on top of your clit. You immediately cried out in pleasure, squirming beneath him. Bucky just smirked and wiggled the wand, making you whine louder.
And to add on to your torture, not far from the bed, you watched how your husband took his hard cock out and stroked it gently. Up and down, your eyes moved just as his fist did. And when you finally looked up to his pretty blue eyes, they were filled with mischief and challenge.
You whimpered just looking at Steve, and then back up to Bucky who looked down at you with a cocky smirk. “So bratty,” Bucky taunted again, “You’re just gonna take it all while your husband watches, huh?”
You whined again, mumbling a pathetic ‘please’ which made Bucky laugh. You heard Steve grunt and sigh as he played with himself.
Bucky leaned down even more to whisper in your ear, “You’re not allowed to cum until you have our permission. You hear me? Brats need to get punished before they get to come.”
Our. You nodded, whimpering and moaning as he changed the setting on the toy, making it more intense. You gasped and squirmed on the bed, trapped beneath him. You could tell he was having fun, not even the towel around his waist hid his erection.
Meanwhile Steve just watched, silently save for his occasional grunts and moans.
“Look at her, Steve.” Bucky whispered, pressing the toy even more against you and you could do nothing but take it. “So pretty… if only she wasn’t yours already.”
“Shut up,” Steve growled, his fist moving faster up and down his cock. Bucky chuckled, looking over at Steve, who was staring at you two on the bed. Then Steve said, “No one’s taking my wife away from me. She’s mine. But she needs this, she needs you out of her system. I could tell she’s wanted you ever since that night she saw you. And what my wife wants, she gets.” Steve smirked at his best friend - whose chest only puffed up even more at the sound of being so desired. “And I know you’ve wanted this too, for a long time now Buck. So come on, indulge yourselves. And make it good for me.”
Fuck… the sound of Steve’s voice, still being able to be assertive and the one in control while stroking himself made you whimper. Then Bucky looked down at you; legs parted with a toy in between them, under him like a perfect dream.
“Did you hear that, brat? Stevie here wants a show. What do you say we give him one, huh?” Bucky asked before leaning down and kissing you deeply, invading your mouth like he owned it; pushing his tongue past your lips and stroking the top of your mouth. You moaned again as he moved the vibrator around while kissing you, making you moan into his open mouth.
You involuntarily bucked your hips against the vibrator, trying desperately to chase your orgasm. Bucky noticed, and lifted the toy off of you immediately. Pulling away from the kiss, he gave you a firm smack on your thighs.
“What did I say? You don’t get to come so easily.” He chided. “It’s frustrating, isn’t it?” he asked, softly. You nodded, biting your lip as you looked up at him. His demeanour changed the minute you agreed. “Well that’s exactly how I’ve been feeling watching you strut around me all these years. Like a damn forbidden fruit.” He growled leaning in again. You thought he was going to kiss you again, but instead he licked your swollen lower lip and spat into your open mouth.
You whined, Steve groaned and said to Bucky, “Do that again, my dirty girl loves it.”
Bucky smirked at Steve then turned to you. “Hey, eyes on me,” he said the moment you tried to close your eyes.
Bucky grabbed you by your jaw and spat again while he pushed the vibrator back further against you. You felt the vibrations all over your body, a familiar warmth over you while you stared into his ocean blue eyes. Then he leaned down to kiss you again, making you moan louder as your back arched off the bed.
“Do you know how many times I’ve dreamt of having you like this? Whiny, needy and begging for more underneath me in bed?” Bucky whispered, leaning in to bite your lip again while he pressed the vibrator further against you, pushing the tip of it just barely against your hole. “But you were never mine to have.” He said, moving the toy up and down your slit, circling your clit with it, making you absolutely feral. “Now imagine my surprise when I found out that you’d been wanting me so badly. You know how it felt when Steve gave me permission to play with you?” Bucky whispered menacingly in your ear, biting on your earlobe.
He pressed the vibrator onto your clit, not moving it at all. You cried out, squirming under him because it was too good, too much. Overwhelming to a point where your nails scratched down his neck and shoulders. But he still didn’t move the toy.
“Bucky please…” you breathed out, unable to form coherent sentences.
He chuckled, and leaned down to kiss along your jaw as he wiggled the toy over your clit just a little and made you scream louder. “Yes, that’s exactly how it felt.” He said, pulling away to look down at you.
You couldn’t take it anymore. “Can I please come?” You begged, staring up into his blue eyes with tears in yours. “Please,” You begged again.
Bucky just smirked, then looked over at your husband. “Should we let her come yet?” He asked.
To your surprise, Steve groaned and said, “Not yet. Play with her nipples, she likes it when you put them in your mouth.”
You whined at your husband’s word to his friend, your face all hot and you wanted to hide. But Bucky just smiled and leaned down again. You watched how his warm, greedy mouth covered one of your nipples through the shirt you’d been wearing. He licked and sucked and bit down on it, making you whine and wetting the shirt so when he pulled away to look at it, that part of the fabric was wet and near transparent, revealing your hard nipple beneath it as it stuck to your skin. Satisfied, he moved on to the next one, giving it the same treatment with his mouth.
“You love that, don’t you, baby?” Steve asked, and when you looked over at him he was still lazily stroking his cock. You noticed the drops of cum leaking out of his tip and you wanted nothing more than to just… have him in your mouth. But he saw the heated look in your eyes and decided to keep going, the sight of Bucky sucking on your tits drove him wild. “You like his mouth on you, don’t you?”
You nodded, then yelped when Bucky bit down on your breast suddenly. “Oh please,” You begged. To either one of them.
But they both pretended they didn’t hear you. Steve kept watching and stroking his cock while Bucky kept using his mouth and the toy to mess with you.
You whined and moaned. “Please… please can I come?” you asked again, begging with your eyes shut to stop the tears from falling.
Bucky immediately wrapped a hand around your throat as he kissed his way up to your mouth again. “I don’t know, ask your husband.” He teased. “Ask him if I can make you come.“ He whispered against your open mouth as he increased the intensity of the vibrator again.
“Oh god… Steve, baby, can I please come?” You begged, unable to even look at him as you shut your eyes, the tears falling down your face.
Steve sighed and said, finally, “Go on baby, come for us.”
Bucky then knelt on the bed, in between your legs as he proceeded to make you come. He pushed two of his fingers past your entrance while keeping the toy right on your clit. “You’re dripping all over my hand.” He commented, making you squeeze around his fingers. Your arousal leaked out of you, coating the tip of the toy and his fingers alike. “Now, come like a good girl.”
And that was it. You cried out as you came; the warmth washing over you as you orgasmed. You came so hard, you were certain you squirted a little all over his fingers and the toy.
“That’s it,” Bucky cooed, “That’s a good girl.” He removed the toy and kept fucking you slowly with his fingers. “You did so well,” He whispered.
“Fuck.” Steve mumbled from somewhere nearby.
But you were too high to even comprehend what was going on. With your eyes closed, all you heard was some shuffling and then a large hand was caressing your body, whispering for you to open your eyes.
When you did, you met Steve’s eyes. You had a hazy smile on your face as you reached up and touched his bearded cheek. “Hi,” You whispered.
He gave you a smile which made your body crave him even more. “Hi baby.” He said in that deep voice of his which didn’t hide his desire and lust at all.
“You had this all planned.” You pointed out.
He knew what you meant. “I figured you wanted this ever since that night, but you were too shy, too hesitant to ask for it.” He said, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “But I got you, baby. Anything you want, you can have it. Even Bucky.”
His bare chest pressing down on yours, and only then did you realise that he had his clothes off. And where was Bucky? Before you could question, Steve was pulling you off the bed, rearranging you in the middle of it.
That’s when you finally saw Bucky, leaning against the headboard, with his cock in his hand. He gave you a cocky smile and said, “Come here, you little brat.”
You gave him a smile, all shame, guilt and embarrassment all gone as you crawled over to him. Steve was right behind you. He made sure you were on your knees, bent forward and ass up in the air towards Steve and your mouth so, so close to Bucky’s cock.
“You okay, baby?” Steve asked, running his hands all over your body.
“Yeah,” You said, your warm breath made Bucky’s cock twitch, which then made you smirk up at him. And he gave you a playful glare. That made you want to toy with him even more, so you lowered your mouth and teased his tip with your tongue.
From behind, Steve’s hard and throbbing cock slid into you with ease. You heard both men groaning as you moved together. Your mouth on Bucky, and Steve sliding in and out of you slowly.
Bucky’s hand slid into your hair as you took him further into your mouth. Steve’s hand reached around and toyed with your sensitive clit as he gradually sped up into you, your walls wrapped around him just perfectly like you were made for him. You moaned, with Bucky’s cock in your mouth, at how good Steve felt.
“This is what you’ve wanted, huh?” Bucky cooed, tugging on your hair gently. You looked up at him and tried to nod, your walls clenching around Steve as he groaned and sped up into you. “This is what you’ve wanted ever since you watched me fucking someone else that night. Well then take it, take my fucking cock in your mouth. Open your pretty mouth for me and suck.”
Your body moved in between the two men so perfectly, it almost didn’t feel like this was just the first time.
“Oh… fuck,” Steve whispered under his breath, fucking you faster.
Bucky held your head gently and slowly pushed himself deeper into your mouth. “That’s it, you’re doing so good, sweetheart. You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth.” He said as you took him in until he hit the back of your throat. “Now be a good girl, and make me come, yeah?”
Steve pounded into you from behind, and the momentum made you take Bucky deeper into your mouth. Steve groaned and grunted as your warmth wrapped around him perfectly. “Fuck baby, you feel so fucking good.” He murmured as he fucked you nice and deep.
You knew none of you would last too long. The pent up tension, all the teasing, the fantasies coming true. It was all too much, too good.
You kept moaning around Bucky’s cock as Steve drove you wild with his cock buried deep inside you and his fingers toying with your clit. You felt the familiar warmth and the pressure in between your legs again, knowing you would come undone anytime now…
Bucky came first, all over your tongue; gasping and groaning as he watched you swallow all of him, while Steve sped up into you, chasing his orgasm as well.
Steve gasped when he felt your walls clench around him, squeezing him as he fucked you. “Come on, baby.” He said, growling, “Come all over my cock.”
Bucky finally pulled his cock from your mouth and tugged on your hair so you looked up at him. Your whole body moved as Steve pounded relentlessly into you from behind. Bucky smirked as he looked into your eyes. “Be a good girl, and come for him. Come on.” He urged.
Steve kept fucking you like an animal and Bucky watched intently how your face morphed into a frown of pleasure. You moaned shamelessly, feeling Steve so deep inside you that it felt like you were losing your mind all over again.
“Oh fuck…” You whined, wanting more, more, more…
“That’s it,” Bucky cooed, tracing your wet lips with his finger as he watched you get fucked by Steve. “He feels so good, doesn’t he? So come on, sweetheart. Come all over his cock,” He said softly.
Feeling Steve’s cock throb against your walls, you tightened around him right before you let go. He groaned and swore before coming undone; buried deep within you, growling as he came hard as well. “Fuck!”
You came right after him, moaning and trembling between them both. Your body tingled, and you felt warm all over and you felt sore and worn out but satiated.
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You remained in bed after all that, Steve spooning you from the back and Bucky was somewhere nearby. Really close to you because you could feel his body heat. You smiled lazily, not opening your eyes yet.
Then just as you were getting comfortable to slip away for a little nap, you felt the warmth drifting away. Instinctively, you reached out and grabbed Bucky’s arm just in time as he meant to get up and get out of bed.
“Stay.” You said, your voice strained and raw.
Bucky chuckled, leaned in and caressed your cheek gently. From behind you, Steve nuzzled the back of your neck softly. “We can’t possibly sleep in this bed, all three of us.” He pointed out, and he did have a point.
This bed was indeed much less spacious than the ones in the master bedrooms but all of you were spent and worn out, too lazy to move. Still, you didn’t want Bucky gone.
“Just stay here, Buck. We’ll make room for you.” Steve said, wrapping his arms around you and scooting over a little and taking you with him as he indeed made a little more room for Bucky.
“We’ll always make room for you.” You said, smirking as you looked up at Bucky. “In more ways than one. That is if or when you’re up for it.” You said, making Steve shake gently with laughter from behind you.
Bucky rolled his eyes as he got in bed and under the covers with both of you. “Greedy brat,” He whispered under his breath as he wrapped an arm around you as well.
The three of you napped like that for a while, arms carelessly wrapped around one another, and something told you that whatever happened in this bed was definitely not just a one time thing.
Bucky, holding two ice cones: hey Steve because everyone is back from the snap I thought we could spend some time together, you know catch up and stuff. Here I bought you an ice-
Bucky:
Bucky: what are you doing?
Steve, preparing to go back to Peggy: sorry I’m busy
Bucky: but I thought-
Steve: Yeah listen it was nice and all but I have to go. Have a nice life, Bucket.
