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sergeantbarnessdoll · 2 months

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Got My Doll Back » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Husband!Bucky Barnes x Wife/Enhanced!Reader with Steve Rogers/Captain America, Sam Wilson/Falcon, and Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow

Summary: Bucky gets his wife back after thinking that she was dead for years.

Warnings: Fluff, language, mentions of past memories & trauma, fighting, crying, kissing, pet names (doll)

A/N: Y/N has the same powers as Wanda.

A/N #2: Thank you to @buckys-wintersoldier for helping find the first aesthetic picture🩵

Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes and typos.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

“These 4 people are your mission. Get these 3 out of the way.” Pierce shows you pictures of Captain America, the Falcon, and Black Widow. “And bring the Winter Soldier back to us alive. Understand?” He says, showing you a picture of the Winter Soldier.

“I understand, sir.” You reply.

Alarms at the base you’re at went off, along with a flashing red light in the room. Pierce went to the security system to see four people walking through the hallways of the base separately. Pierce chuckles and smirks before turning to face you.

“This mission may be easier than we thought. Go to the south end of the base and bring the Winter Soldier to the room.” He tells you.

You nodded and headed towards the door. An agent opened it for you. You headed to the south side of the base. Your walk was cut short when you heard a woman’s voice. You turned around to see a woman with red hair and wearing a black mission suit, one of your targets. She rose one of her arms, getting ready to shoot one of her widow bites at you. Your powers glowed red in your right hand, along with your eyes glowing red. She began to walk towards you, but you used your powers to throw her against the wall, making her groan in pain when she landed on the floor. You ran away from her before she could get up and get you.

“Rogers, Barnes, Wilson. There’s a woman wearing all black with a red jacket is going to the south side of the base. She’s enhanced.” Natasha says into her ear piece.

“I’m on it!” Sam replies, running to the south side.

You rounded the corner to see your second target causing you to stop in your tracks, seeing a man standing across from you.

“I’m not about to fight a woman so let’s do this the easy way.” Sam says.

“That’s a shame.” You say, slightly tilting your head.

Your eyes turned red, along with a ball of red appearing in your hand. You threw it at him causing him to fall to the floor. You ran past him to find your other two targets.

“She’s going east now!” Sam says into his ear piece.

“I see her!” Bucky replies.

Bucky shoots at you. You quickly ducked to the floor to avoid the bullet. You chuckled and stood up with your back facing him.

“Got outsmarted by a woman, didn’t you, Soldat?” You say.

Bucky froze and his eyes went wide. The voice sounds all too familiar. It sounds like someone he knows. Someone from his past.

Steve rounded the corner and caught up to Bucky. He waved his hand in front of his face to snap him out of his thoughts.

“Bucky!” Steve shook him. “Did she do something to you?” He asks.

“N-No.” Bucky stutters.

Steve looks at you to see you facing away from him and Bucky.

“Turn around.” Steve orders.

Steve got his shield ready as you chuckled and turned around.

“You know, the last man who ordered me around, got thrown off of a building. I’m sure you don’t want that to happen to you, Captain.” You say, slowly turning around.

You looked up to see the two men with surprised looks on their faces. Bucky put his gun in the hostler and Steve lowered his shield.

“Oh my god.” Steve says, completely speechless.

“Y/N?” Bucky says with hopefulness in his voice.

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, tilting your head to the side.

“Who the hell is Y/N?” You say.

Bucky couldn’t believe what he was seeing. His wife from the 40s was standing a few feet away from him. He slowly approached you which was a mistake on his part cause the next thing he knew was being thrown into the wall. Steve threw his shield at you, but you stopped it with your powers. It fell to the floor in front of you.

“Listen here, Captain and Soldat, but I’m not who you guys think I am.” You say.

Bucky stood up from the ground in time to see your eyes glowing red and a red light glow in your hands, making his eyes to widen.

“I was given a mission and I need to finish it. I’m sure you can relate to that, Soldat.” You say.

Before you could use your powers on them, you felt shocks to the back of your neck causing your body to tense up and lose consciousness. Bucky was quick to catch you before you hit the floor.

“While you two were busy dilly dallying with her, me and Sam got the file.” Natasha says, holding up the file.

Bucky moved your hair from your face to get a closer look at your face causing his breath to hitch in his throat and his eyes to tear up.

“What did they do to you, doll?” Bucky asks, talking more to himself.

Sam and Natasha furrowed their eyebrows in confusion as they looked down at Bucky.

“Doll? Barnes, do you know this woman?” Natasha asks.

“He’ll explain later. We need to get out of here.” Steve says.

Bucky stood up with you in his arms and carried you to the quinjet, holding you like his life depends on it.

A couple hours later, you woke up in a room that you didn’t recognize. You looked around the room, gathering your surroundings. Your eyes landed on a man sleeping in a chair next to the bed you’re in.

“Hello?” You say, raising an eyebrow.

Bucky woke up immediately. A smile grew on his face when he seen that you’re awake.

“Thank god you’re awake.” Bucky says relieved.

He reaches to grab your hand, but you backed away from him. You felt yourself beginning to panic.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” He says in a reassuring voice.

You took a moment to yourself to think. You felt yourself starting to become overwhelmed, your breathing became uneven.

“Wh-Where am I?” You asked, looking around the room again.

“My apartment.” He tells you.

You closed your eyes for a moment, trying to calm yourself down. That’s when memories flooded your brain. Visions of a man appeared in your mind. The man looks exactly like the man sitting next to you. You opened your eyes and looked at the man. There was a few different features about this man compared to the man in your vision. He has long hair, stubble, and a metal arm.

“I know you from somewhere, but I don’t know where.” You say.

“Take your time. It’ll come to you.” He says softly.

You took your time and thought. You kept thinking until your head started pounding by more memories flowing back into your mind. You put your hands on the sides of your head and squeezed your eyes shut. You jumped slightly when you felt a hand on your back, but you didn’t move away. When your head stopped pounding, you opened your eyes and looked up at the man with tears in your eyes. It didn’t take long for you to realize that the man next to you is your husband.

“Bucky?” You say in almost a whisper.

“It’s me, doll. It’s your Bucky.” He says with a smile.

Tears spilled from your eyes as you hugs him. Bucky pulled you onto his lap, holding you close to him. His eyes teared up. Bucky never thought he would get the chance to see or hold his wife again.

“I missed you so much.” You cried against his chest.

“I missed you too, doll.” Bucky says, tears rolled down his cheeks.

You sniffled and looked up at your husband, looking into his beautiful blue eyes.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I was told to—” Bucky silenced you with a kiss.

“You didn’t hurt me.” Bucky says, looking into your eyes.

“I-I blasted you with my powers.” You say.

“It wasn’t you, doll.” He says, cupping your cheeks.

You shivered when you felt cool metal against your skin.

“What happened to your left arm?” You asked with concern in your voice while looking at his metal arm.

Bucky didn’t want to upset with the details of how he really lost his left arm so he came up with a different way to tell you what happened.

“I got hurt years ago and when I woke up, I had this.” He explains, showing you his metal arm.

Bucky watched as you carefully touched it, watching as your fingers traced the plates of it.

“I’m sorry for hurting your friends with my powers.” You say, feeling ashamed for your actions.

“They’ll understand that it wasn’t you, doll.” Bucky says.

“I didn’t hurt Steve, did I?” You asked.

“No you didn’t.” He says.

You smiled to yourself, knowing that you didn’t hurt your best friend.

“Is it ok if I see Steve and meet your friends?” You asked.

“Of course.” He smiles.

You got off the bed and followed closely behind Bucky while holding his hand as he led you to the living room where Steve, Sam, and Natasha are.

“Someone would like to see you guys.” Bucky says to them.

You slowly stepped out from behind Bucky and looked at everyone.

“Do you remember me?” Steve asks, trying his best not to overstep.

“How could I forget my best friend?” You say.

Steve smiles as you approached him to give him a hug. You looked at the two people standing next to him.

“I’m sorry for hurting you guys.” You tell them.

“It’s ok. We understand.” Sam says.

“Don’t worry about it.” Natasha says.

All of you talked for a while until you got tired and wanted to go to bed.

“I’m happy that I got my doll back.” Bucky says, making you smile.

You smiled and laid your head on his chest and played with his dog tags.

“I love you, Bucky.” You say sleepily.

“I love you too, doll.” He almost whispers. “Get some rest.” He says.

“Will you be here when I wake up?” You asked, looking up at him.

“Of course I will. I’m never leaving you out of my sight again.” He says, leaning down and kissed you passionately.

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-Bucky’s Doll

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copperbadge · 8 months

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The comment was exactly as unhinged as you'd expect from that fake username.

[ID: a screengrab of an AO3 comment notification for my fanfic "A Partial Dictionary of the 21st Century by Captain Steve Rogers, US Army". All that is visible is the notification header, which shows that the commenter chose "ThisWhyIHatePepperFangirls" as their fake handle.]

#fandom #someone needs to touch some grass #or smoke some #don't take up your time looking at the fic for the comment cause I deleted it #don't need to be hosting someone's sad internalized misogyny or inappropriate references to addiction

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myfictionaldreams · 1 year

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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.”

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Kinktober Week 1: Love Bites

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Pairing: Steve Rogers x f!reader (any race)

Word Count: 422

Prompt: Love Bites

Warnings: fingering, pet names [baby], neck biting

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Strong hands roam your body, teasing and pinching as they explore you. You lean back into Steve’s chest as his fingers trace the edge of your panties. You gasp when his lips make contact with your neck, gliding kisses along the sensitive skin.

“Steve,” you whisper, arching your back. He hums against your neck, teeth gently nipping before his tongue soothes the mark. “Don’t tease.”

Without removing his lips from his neck, Steve rests his hands on your waist and starts to walk you backward. He sits on the edge of the bed, you on his lap. The feeling of Steve’s dick pressed against your ass makes your core tighten.

“You taste so good, sweetheart,” he rasps, fingers resuming their descent on your body. He drags his index finger across the seam of your panties, finding you aching and wet for him. “Feel so good on top of me.” He pushes your panties to the side, exposing your heated flesh to the room’s cool air. You shiver in his grasp, earning you another bite to your neck.

Two of Steve’s big fingers press inside of you, sliding in easily. You moan, relaxing fully against Steve. He’s steady and strong behind you, but you can feel tension in his muscles. He’s so worked up just by giving you this pleasure.

Steve’s fingers work magic on your pussy, curling and hitting that spot inside you that makes your head spin, while his lips and tongue worship your neck. His free hand roams the rest of your body, squeezing your breasts and grazing over your thighs. Each touch brings you closer and closer to snapping.

“Stevie, please.” Your voice comes out as a whimper, needy. He smirks against your neck, biting the flesh of your shoulder as he grinds the heel of his palm against your clit.

“Come for me, baby. I know you want to.” You twist your eyes shut as you succumb, letting the wave of pleasure pull you under. Steve holds you to his chest as you go limp, sucking in deep breaths. He helps you lay back on the bed, cushioned by the plush comforter.

Sated and happy, you grin at your beautiful boyfriend when he kneels beside you. You watch him lick his fingers, groaning at your taste. His eyes roam over your neck and shoulders, the spots where he’d bitten, and kissed heating under his attention.

“You’re so pretty when you come, baby.” Even though you just came, heat floods in your belly. “Why don’t you show me again.”

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Heat Inducing

Pairing: Alpha!Steve Rogers x Omega!Female Reader Summary: Steve gets what he wants by any means necessary. Word Count: Over 400 Warnings: Implied noncon, dark themes, a/b/o dynamics, implied forced bond, fighting, light choking, could be considered drugging, Steve Rogers (he's a warning, okay?) A/N: For @cockslutpadalecki 's Fifteen Sentence Challenge (prompt in bold) and can be considered a companion piece to Bucky's First and Last.❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Header by yours truly. Banner by the lovely @sgt-seabass and divider by the wonderful @firefly-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

One day, you would come to accept that Steve Rogers was stronger, faster, and more determined than you would ever be, but it would only happen with you kicking and screaming along the way. You should’ve known the alpha only asked you into his office once most of the other agents left so he could get you alone, like he intended to from the moment he decided you would be his mate. You managed to get a lucky punch in before he knocked you to the floor and straddled you, shoving a shiny, red pill into your mouth before his massive hand covered it and forced you to swallow.

You didn’t know it yet, but it wouldn’t be the only thing forced down your throat today by the time he was done with you.

Unshed tears burned your eyes as he finally let you breathe, coughing and gulping in air as you wished you could throw up the offending, heat inducing capsule. Life wasn’t easy or kind to omegas and you weren’t foolish enough to think anyone would help you should yell for it. Because who would stand up to Captain America, the very hero who helps everyone?

Steve caught your fist when you thrashed beneath him, squeezing hard enough to remind you that he could turn your bones to dust if he wished. Instead of looking angry like most alphas would at the attempt to not submit and get away, he smirked.

You froze momentarily when he leaned down and whispered proudly, “Bucky’s omega was a fighter, too, but he got her in the end thanks to me."

You hissed and shouted an impressive string of obscenities as he tore your clothes away, your body growing warmer with each passing second and your will to fight slowly starting to fade. The hand suddenly around your throat cut off your next insult and you half expected the alpha to make a remark about your language or how he'd wash your mouth out.

But he surprised you by releasing you and stating with a smile, “I don’t care if it takes all night, you will submit."

A bitter laugh escaped your lips before you said, “I will never willingly submit to you, Steve Rogers.”

As he flipped you onto your stomach with a growl, you stared at the door just a few feet away and knew you would never taste freedom again.

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week 5 - day 18 - kinktober - voyeurism, degradation, praising, daddy kink, sharing kink, fingerfucking, facefucking, overstimulation, spanking, breeding kink, dirty talk, oral sex, hair pulling, deep throating, cock and ball worship, aftercare, exhibitionism and teasing - stepdad steve rogers, step-uncle bucky barnes, stepbrother jake jensen and his best friend johnny storm x naive reader.

warning - voyeurism, degradation, praising, daddy kink, sharing kink, fingerfucking, facefucking, overstimulation, spanking, breeding kink, dirty talk, oral sex, hair pulling, deep throating, cock and ball worship, aftercare, exhibitionism and teasing.

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Y/n rustles around in the pink designer bags on her bed, pulling out a short cute checkered green dress and deciding that she needs to try it on and show her daddy. She shimmies out of her ‘kiss and eat’ bra and knicker set, not completely understanding the context, but she wasn’t going to say no to her uncle Bucky when he bought them for her.

Y/n slides the smooth dress up her body, feeling giddy at the pretty fabric. She ties the sleeves together and stands in front of the mirror, checking how perfectly the dress fits her. A giant grin forms on her face before she grabs the other bag and rushes out of the room, her giggles filling the house.

She skids into the room, face beaming as she spots the men. “Bunny, what have I told you about running?” Y/n pouts, looking at her stepfather and bowing her head.

“That I’m not supposed ta do it.” Her doe-like eyes stare at him, still holding the sparkle they had before, “but I got a good reason! I swear, daddy!” She plays with the hem of her pretty new dress, giving him the cutest puppy dog eyes.

Steve’s brows raise, and the rest of the men hold in their chuckles at how easy he’ll give in, but they don’t blame him. “Hmm, and what’s this reason, bunny? It better be a good one, or you will be punished.” They watch her cheeks turn a rosy pink as her thighs squeeze together at the thought of being punished before the cutest little smile takes place on her face.

“I wanted to show you the dress! It’s so pretty, daddy!” She skips over to him, jumping into his lap as her legs are on either side of his body. Y/n places kisses all over his face and squeezes him, “thank you, daddy! Thank you! I love it. I’mma wear it all the time!” Steve’s hands grip her hips as she continues to pamper him with her love, feeling himself harden as her cunt rubs against his jean-clad bulge.

“It’s a beautiful dress, bunny. You look like a princess, don’t you guys agree?” A chorus of agreement and praise can be heard, Y/n’s cheeks turning a bright pink at the compliments. She hides her face in her stepfather’s neck.

Bucky leans over and looks at the bag she dropped, his brows raised as he becomes curious. “Hey, doll. What’s in that bag?” Y/n whips her head around, looking at her uncle Bucky before looking at the bag lying on the floor. She jumps off Steve’s lap and heads over to the pink bag. Bending over and picking the bag up, she gives all four men a view of her bare cunt. A choking sound can be heard from her left, still bent over. Y/n looks over to her stepbrother.

“You okay, Jakey? Do you need some water?” Her wide eyes stare at him, not noticing how their eyes are glued to her exposed cunt or how their pants seem to tighten. Jake shakes his head, waving for her to continue finding out what’s in the bag. Y/n’s attention moves to the bag, slowly pulling out a pretty short pink dress, causing a squeal to leave her lips.

She stands abruptly, holding the material against her chest and turning to face the men again. “Daddy! You got me the dress I wanted!” Tears fill her eyes as she stares at Steve, her plump lips are pouted and trembling as she tries to stop herself from bursting into tears, and her gaze moves down to the dress. Her hands are feeling the fabric, imagining how pretty she’d look.

“Why don’t you try it on, sugar?” Johnny leans back into the couch, feeling his cock throb from what he just witnessed. “You know, really thank your daddy for spending his money on you.” The other three men nod, wetting their lips as predator-like eyes focus on you. Y/n goes to leave but is stopped, “you should try it on here so that we can see how well it fits from the beginning.” Her eyes look at Johnny, and she nods, agreeing with him.

Y/n places the dress between Steve and Bucky before her dainty hands move up to the sleeves, slowly untying them and watching them fall before the dress follows. The soft material slides down her bare body until it reaches the floor. She steps out of it and bends down to retrieve the cloth. Steve reaches his hand out and takes it for her while their eyes are glued to how her plump breasts bounce before gliding down and settling on her neatly shaved cunt.

Y/n pulls on the second new dress she received, and a soft giggle leaves her lips as it fits perfectly. She twirls around, showing it off to the men in the room and receiving praise. Y/n jumps on top of Steve again, smothering him in kisses and squeezing the life out of him. “Oh, thank you, daddy! Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

Steve’s heart skips a beat as he realises that her pretty little cunt has been touching him bare this whole time, and the only thing stopping him from feeling her entirely is his stupid jeans. Steve grabs the back of Y/n’s head and brings her face close as he places a soft kiss on her lips. “Your welcome, bunny. Why don’t you spread your pretty legs for me. Daddy just wants to make sure everything looks good.” Y/n slowly spreads her legs, not questioning her stepfather's motives. Stifling a groan when his eyes lock onto her glistening folds, “aww bunny, you’re all wet.”

Y/n pouts, a soft moan falling from her lips as Steve rubs her button. “I–is that a bad thing, daddy?” Steve runs his fingers through her slit before pushing them into her tight entrance, causing her to surge forward and grip his shoulders. “O–oh, daddy, that feels good.” Her hips begin to move against his fingers, loving the new feeling.

“Don’t worry, bunny. It’s not a bad thing, nothing to worry about. It just means we have to take care of your little problem.” Steve groans, thrusting his fingers in and out of his stepdaughter. The other men sit back, feeling their cocks throb at the sight of the sweet little girl being fingered. Steve begins to curl his fingers as he picks up the pace, thrusting them against her sweet spot and watching her back arch. “Your doing so well, bunny. I’m so proud of you.” Y/n leans back, her body falling until she’s flat against his legs. Her small hands grip his shoes as squeals leave her.

Bucky tilts his head, “that’s an odd position, doll.” A chuckle leaves his lips as she babbles about something, getting lost in the pleasure. Bucky rubs his hand against his bulge, needing to relieve some of the pressure but knowing now isn’t the time. He’ll get his turn. He knows this, and so does every man in the room as they patiently wait for theirs.

Johnny abruptly stands before leaving the room, only mentioning that he had something to do upstairs. Jake follows, knowing the plan and wanting to witness the aftermath, leaving Steve and Bucky with the tiny baby. Steve motions for Bucky to pick Y/n’s upper half up, his fingers moving faster in her tight cunt, the room filled with her sweet moans and juices. Y/n spasms around his fingers, juices squirting out and covering her stepfather.

Johnny heads up to Y/n’s room with Jake trailing behind him, and he smirks when he spots the cute little bunny she always takes everywhere with her. He grabs the soft teddy and then gets on his knees, chucking the bunny underneath the bed and smirking. His eyes then catch sight of pink before spying the pair of ‘eat’ knickers you usually sleep in.

Johnny quickly gets up and walks over to where you left them, grabbing the piece of skimpy clothing and bringing it up to his nose. His eyes roll to the back of his head as he takes in your scent before his tongue darts out, sucking the fabric into his mouth and wetting it. Jake eyes him, letting his best friend have this pair as he has a draw full of his own in his room. The two men look at each other and smirk.

The plan was now in motion, and you couldn’t sleep without your little bunny.

Y/n blinks away the cloud in front of her eyes, looking down at all the mess she made. “Oh, daddy! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to!” Her doe-like eyes stare at him, pleading with him. Steve chuckles, his fingers come up to his mouth, and he sucks her cum off them. Bucky stands behind her, grabbing her hair before pulling her head back.

“You sure you didn’t mean it, doll? Because from my end, you looked like a little slut.” Y/n shakes her head, tears brimming her eyes, and her bottom lip juts out. “I know something you can do that’ll make me think you’re a good girl, doll. You don’t want to be a slut, do you?” She continues to shake her head, making grabby hands at her uncle Bucky.

“Don’t wanna! Wanna be a good girl! Please make me a good girl.” Fat tears roll down Y/n’s face, desperately needing to please these men. Steve and Bucky look at each other, smirking before maneuvering her around so that her back is to Steve and her face is facing Bucky’s crotch. The older man with the black and gold metal arm slowly unzips his jeans, taking out his heavy member and tapping the tip against her lips.

“Okay, doll. I’ll make you a good girl. Now lift for your daddy and open your pretty little mouth for uncle Bucky.” His metal fingers grab Y/n’s chin, opening her mouth. He waits for his best friend to get settled, watching her eyes roll to the back of her head as Steve sinks deep inside her before placing his balls inside Y/n’s mouth, instructing her to suck. Bucky groans as Y/n sucks hard on his heavy sacks, licking and tugging them, her big wide eyes staring up at him as she worships him. Bucky quickly takes his balls out of her mouth before pushing his cock inside. Sinking deep until he reaches the back of her throat and groans at the feel of her gagging around him. “That’s a good girl. You’re doing so well, doll. Now suck for me, and maybe later I’ll buy ya some pretty things.”

Y/n’s tongue swirls around the thick member, her plump lips tightening around the base as she begins to suck. Cunt pulsating around Steve’s cock when she hears Bucky groan and pulls her hair, his hips start to thrust into her mouth. Steve lifts his and fucks Y/n from underneath. The soft whimpers that leave her cause his balls to tighten and his pace to pick up.

“Jesus fuck, she’s choking on my cock.” Bucky groans, thrusting harder into her throat. Feeling her constrict around him, he grips her head before cumming. “Fuck, doll. Swallow it all like a good girl.” Bucky slowly pulls his cock out of her mouth, stroking her hair as he whispers how good she did before stepping back and watching Steve flip her until her chest is against the couch and pounds fast into her soft cunt.

“Fuck, bunny. You feel so fucking tight and warm. You’re such a fucking whore for sucking your fucking uncle off and letting your daddy fuck you.” His hand that isn’t pushing you down strikes down onto your ass. Spanking you again and again, your soft cries fill the room, and his thick and long cock pumps in and out of you, the member covered in white cream as he pushes in deep. “Look at this, bunny. You’re enjoying being fucked like a whore. Are you going to cum for me? Let me cum deep inside your little cunt, make you full and pregnant. What do you think your mother would say about that? Huh?” Steve feels your cunt clench around him at the thought and chuckles. “You little slut, you like the thought of being pumped full of my kids.” His face comes close until his mouth is right next to your ear. “Don’t worry, bunny. Daddy likes that idea too.”

His pace picks up, slamming harder into the small woman as she squeals, gripping onto a cushion, and she feels her core clench around his thick cock. “D–daddy, oh– I need, please–” Her eyes roll to the back of her head, her cunt pulsating around her stepfather’s cock before she cums. White cream coats the thick base. Steve grips her hips tight, thrusting his cock deeper inside her before he releases. Filling her to the brim, he slowly pulls out, places soft kisses along her spine and then steps away as Bucky takes his place.

A gasp leaves Y/n’s lips, her mouth falls open, and her eyes roll to the back of her head as Bucky slides his thick cock deep inside her, pushing Steve’s cum deeper into her womb. His thick bush rubs up against her small button. Bucky grunts, “Jesus fucking Christ, doll. You were just fucked, yet you are still so fucking tight.” His hips snap forward, hands gripping her sides as he pounds into the small woman. “You feel so good, doll. I can’t wait to fill you up and have you carry my babies.” Bucky growls, his metal hand wrapping around Y/n’s hair and pulling, grunting when he feels her cunt clench around his cock.

“U–uncle Bucky! T–too much!” Y/n whines, pushing herself back into him. Feeling her brain go all fuzzy from the intense feelings, drool begins to drip down from her mouth, and she whimpers. A hand comes around and lets her hold it, squeezing it as she blabbers on about something. Bucky picks up his pace, fucking harder into her. Sweat begins to drip down his forehead, and his balls tighten.

“Okay, doll. Cum for me, c’mon.” Bucky’s flesh hand goes underneath her and begins to rub her little button. He thrusts deep and hits her sweet spot. Causing Y/n’s back to arch, cunt to tightly squeeze his cock and juices to squirt out and cover him. Bucky groans, thrusting into her overstimulated cunt a few more times before burying deep inside her and releasing rope after rope of his warm cum. “Fuck, doll. You definitely deserve something pretty after this.” He continues to ride out both of your orgasms before slowly pulling his softening cock out.

Y/n’s eyes begin to close, exhaustion catching up to her, and her body begins to relax into the couch. Steve moves close as his best friend steps back and goes to collect a cloth and water. He leans over and brushes the hair out of her face. “You okay, bunny?”

“Sweepy”, Steve lets out a soft chuckle before grabbing the glass of water Bucky hands him while Bucky uses the warm cloth to clean up the little baby. Steve lifts Y/n a bit, causing her to babble and whine.

“It’s okay, bunny. Just need you to drink some water, and we’ll tuck you in, okay?” Y/n nods, taking a few sips of the water placed at her lips before she’s picked up and tucked into the person’s chest. Steve and Bucky take Y/n to her bedroom, putting her underneath the pretty pink princess blanket, not bothering with taking her new dress off as when they tried, she would whack their hands and complain about being sleepy. Once she’s all tucked in and snuggled into the soft blanket, Steve looks for her teddy and looks at Bucky, confused as to where it has gone, before they head out of the room, kissing her forehead gently.

Y/n tosses and turns before lifting her head and looking around her bed for her little bunny, and her brows furrow as she never goes to sleep without Sergeant Bubbles. A whine leaves her lips, fists coming to her eyes and rubbing them before she crawls off her bed and down onto the floor. A flash of white and pink catches her eye, making her look under her bed and spot the fluffy teddy in the middle. She huffs, her upper half crawls under the bed and tries to reach her favourite toy with her tiny arms.

When Y/n has no luck, she tries to wiggle out, and a whimper falls from her plump lips. Fat tears roll down her face as she realises she’s stuck, not noticing the two men walking into the room and smirking. “Aww, bunny baby. Whatcha doing down there?” The sound of her stepbrother’s voice fills her ears, making a smile form on her sad face. Her ass continues to jiggle as she tries to get out. The tiny pink dress she’s still wearing rolls up and gives them a view of her used and puffy cunt, the mix of cum still trickling out of her tiny hole.

“Jakey! I–'m stuck. Please help me!” Her little toes wiggle, not knowing that the two men are moving closer to her vulnerable body. Pants tightened with large bulges on view, and they share dark looks. A squeal leaves Y/n’s lips as ‘Jake’ touches her leg, moving his touch higher up until they are close to her soaking core.

“Well, how’d you get stuck, bunny baby? Shouldn’t you be all tucked in?” Y/n didn’t notice how his voice was further than the figure touching her, and she also didn’t know this was their plan and why they left the room. See, Jake knows she can’t sleep without her bunny, and he knows what Steve and Bucky were going to do. So he and Johnny decided to set this up.

“I–I couldn’t find Sergeant Bubbles… so I went looking, and he’s under here, b–but I couldn’t reach, and now I can’t get out.” Y/n bursts into tears, feeling stressed. A soft, surprised moan leaves her lips as Johnny’s fingers enter her tiny hole. “J–Jakey?” Her small hands grip the carpet, slowly beginning to rock against the thrusts of the fingers inside her.

“What’s wrong, bunny baby? Don’t you like it when Johnny plays with your little hole? He only wants to help.” Jake kneels next to his best friend. His hand comes down and strikes the exposed asscheek, growing harder when he hears her little squeal. They watch her juices leak around Johnny’s fingers, dripping onto the soft pink carpet. “Aww, you’re making a mess. Johnny, clean the dumb baby up.” Jake’s hand rubs the bulge in his pants, and his other hand spanks his young stepsister.

Johnny lies on his stomach, spreading Y/n’s legs open, causing both men to groan at the sight of her glistening folds. He quickly dives forward, tongue lapping at the sweet nectar coming out of her, lips wrapping around her clit and sucking. His fingers continue to thrust inside her cunt as he focuses on her little button. Johnny pulls back slightly. “Fuck, sugar, you taste like candy.” He dives back in, nails digging into her thigh as he tries to get deeper into her sweet cunt, needing more– hungry for more. Johnny takes his fingers out, sucking them clean before replacing them with his tongue, sucking her juices into his awaiting mouth. Pumping the wet muscle in and out of her, hitting her sweet spot before feeling Y/n’s walls tighten around him, Johnny continues until he feels Y/n release, her juices covering his face.

Johnny pulls away, groaning, when he licks the remaining juices off of his lips. He stands, looking toward Jake and nodding, grabbing hold of the bed. He lifts it, letting Jake grab Y/n and Sergeant Bubbles before placing it back down again. “Jakey, can I sleep now?” Her doe-like eyes stare at her older stepbrother, feeling herself clench around nothing as he lays her down. Jake nods. He and Johnny crawl next to her in bed.

“Of course, bunny baby. Johnny and I are just going to play with you for a bit if that’s alright?” She nods, eyes closing. Both men slowly take out their throbbing members, turning the sleepy woman on her side. Jake lifts her leg and places it on his hip, smiling softly at her tired babbles before a soft whimper leaves her lips when he pushes his hardened member into her soaking cunt. “It’s okay. Just relax for us, bunny baby.” As he says this, Johnny grips her hip and gently pushes his thick cock into her cunt alongside Jake. Y/n’s brows furrow, feeling pain shoot up her body. Her tiny hands grip the small bunny between them, holding him close as both men begin to push in and out slowly.

Once Y/n’s body relaxes, opening up around their cocks. Little pleased whimpers leave her plump lips. Jake thrusts in while Johnny pulls out. They repeat the pattern, quickly picking up their pace and hitting her spot. Johnny reaches around and begins to rub Y/n’s swollen button. Jake and Johnny groan at how tight she is. The feel of her walls fluttering around them felt like heaven. They both grip wherever they can on the sleeping woman, pounding harder and faster into her soft cunt.

“That’s a good girl. You’re taking us so well. We can’t wait till your round with both our kids, bunny baby.” Jake whispers, kissing your neck and groans at the feel of you clenching down on them. They pick up their pace, pushing you against each other while pounding deep inside. Their moans and your soft whimpers fill the room as both men feel their ends approaching, “Fuck– fuck, Jesus, she’s squeezing me so fucking tight.”

“Fuck– same, she’s going to be the death of me.” Johnny groans, his face burying into Y/n’s hair, picking up the faint smell of vanilla before releasing his warm cum deep inside you. His chest moves up and down as he tries to catch his breath before pulling slowly out of the sleeping woman, falling back onto his back, hand on his chest as his eyes close.

Jake pushes his little sister into Johnny, her leg still wrapped around his hip as he pounds hard and fast into her. His cock hits deep into her, grunting into Y/n’s ear, Jake feels his balls tighten, and his pace picks up before he snaps his hips, and ropes of his cum shoot out of his tip. Filling Y/n to the brim, her poor cunt overflowing with four men’s sperm, dripping out onto the bed. Jake slowly pulls out, kissing her forehead and grabbing some tissues to clean himself and her up. He drops down next to her, pulling her close and letting out a puff of air as she snuggles into him.

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