Summary: Steve Rogers was the league leading home run hitter, a Golden Glove shortstop, and team captain, all of which made him very comfortable with his position on the Yankees. Until James “Bucky” Barnes was called up from the minors to take over for their injured center fielder. Now Steve isn’t so sure where he stands anymore, both professionally and personally. Who knew some young, cocky, annoying kid from Brooklyn would turn Steve’s life upside down?
Part 3: The realization that he might be attracted to Bucky hits Steve hard, so hard he retreats and acts like an ass. He has a rough game because of it.
The Players: Eventual Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes (Stucky), Thor Odinson, Pietro Maximoff, Tony Stark, Clint Barton, Jarvis, Bruce Banner, Brock Rumlow, Sam Wilson, Peter Quill, Helmut Zemo, Timothy “Dum Dum” Dugan, Peter Parker
Word Count: 2397
Warnings: angst, Steve acts like a jerk, explicit language,
Author’s Notes: For the purposes of this fic, Bucky is a few years younger than Steve. Without @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan you guys wouldn’t be reading this. Seriously. If you love it, you should thank her. Series is written in shifting POVs.
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Summary: Steve Rogers was the league leading home run hitter, a Golden Glove shortstop, and team captain, all of which made him very comfortable with his position on the Yankees. Until James “Bucky” Barnes was called up from the minors to take over for their injured center fielder. Now Steve isn’t so sure where he stands anymore, both professionally and personally. Who knew some young, cocky, annoying kid from Brooklyn would turn Steve’s life upside down?
Part 2: Bucky goes out with the guys for beers and he thinks maybe Steve was flirting with him. If he wasn’t, Bucky just might spontaneously combust.
The Players: Eventual Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes (Stucky), Thor Odinson, Pietro Maximoff, Tony Stark, Clint Barton, Jarvis, Bruce Banner, Brock Rumlow, Sam Wilson, Peter Quill, Helmut Zemo, Timothy “Dum Dum” Dugan
Word Count: 2113
Warnings: slight angst, explicit language
Author’s Notes: For the purposes of this fic, Bucky is a few years younger than Steve. Thank you @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan. You know why.
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Summary: Steve Rogers was the league leading home run hitter, a Golden Glove shortstop, and team captain, all of which made him very comfortable with his position on the Yankees. Until James “Bucky” Barnes was called up from the minors to take over for their injured center fielder. Now Steve isn’t so sure where he stands anymore, both professionally and personally. Who knew some young, cocky, annoying kid from Brooklyn would turn Steve’s life upside down?
Part 1: Bucky Barnes joins the team.
The Players: Eventual Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes (Stucky), Thor Odinson, Pietro Maximoff, Tony Stark, Clint Barton, Jarvis, Bruce Banner, Brock Rumlow, Sam Wilson, Peter Quill, Helmut Zemo
Word Count: 1121
Warnings: None as of yet
Author’s Notes: For the purposes of this fic, Bucky is a few years younger than Steve. I would never have written this without the help and encouragement of @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan. I’d be nothing without her.
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Summary: After years of struggling to overcome his seemingly endless list of addictions, Steve Rogers has been clean & sober for one year. In an effort to remain clean, to prove to himself that he can overcome his demons, he takes on the responsibility of becoming a sponsor. It’s wrong for a sponsor to feel a personal attachment to the ones they are sponsoring, but apparently Steve didn’t get that memo. Bucky Barnes’ downfall was cocaine, he couldn’t keep his nose clean if his life depended on it. After overdosing for the third time, a judge ordered him to ‘get clean, or go to jail.’ Narcotics Anonymous wasn’t really Bucky’s thing, that was until he saw the blonde haired, blue eyed God that was going to be his sponsor. Will Steve be able to separate his feelings from the addiction? Can Bucky overcome his primal urges and keep things professional? Word Count: 1,120 Warnings for series: Illicit & casual drug use, explicit language, alcohol abuse, explicit sexual language, male receiving anal sex, male receiving oral sex, explicit sexual content, heavy angst, possibly more to come Author’s Note: This is going to be strictly a Stucky fic. There will be no reader involved. I wouldn’t be writing this without the unwavering support of @captain-rogers-beard & @climbthatmooselikeatree I love you.
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Bucky couldn’t concentrate, not with the way his stomach was rolling, the way his heart was pounding inside his fucking head like a jackhammer. His entire body was covered in sweat, no matter how many cold showers he had taken, his hair greasy no matter how much shampoo he used. He ached, every-fucking-where, like the Navy Seals had ganged up on him and kicked his ass.
God, he hated going through withdrawal, hated everything about it. But, what he hated the most, was the nightmares. They were violent, bloody, and downright scary. He’d had them every night since he was honorably discharged from the army. Medal of Honor recipient to drug addict in less than a month. How had he fallen so far in so little time?
He was sitting in the corner of the shower, the water as hot as it would go, rocking back and forth, praying that his stomach would stop growling. It had been two days since he’d been able to hold anything down, two days since he’d had a drop of water without bending over the toilet and emptying his stomach. Fuck, he wanted some cocaine, pills, oxy, percocet, something!
After climbing out of the shower, Bucky dragged himself into the next room, grabbing his phone from the nightstand. He found Steve’s number quickly, connecting the call with a swipe of his shaking finger.
“He- hello?” Steve mumbled, sleep thick on his voice, a hand dragging over his face.
Bucky was grinding his teeth. “Steve, I… I need you.” Shit, he hated how pathetic he sounded, especially when Steve looked like a goddamn model for Aber-whatever-it’s-called. Asshole probably had a girlfriend or something. He half expected to hear some girl’s voice questioning Steve about the phone call and it made a knot of jealousy in the pit of his stomach added to the nausea in his stomach.
“Bucky? Is everything alright?” He was already out of bed, pulling on his jeans and socks.
Shit, the shivers had started. “No. I… I don’t know. I’m so fuckin’ cold, man.”
“Give me your address and I’ll be there as soon as I can,” Steve ordered. With a firm mental shake, he pulled on a pair of dirty socks and the first shirt he touched. Leather jacket in hand and shoes on his feet, Steve grabbed the keys to his motorcycle and the emergency backpack he kept by the door.
Ten minutes later, Steve found Bucky on the floor, shivering, naked, phone still in his grip. “Shit, Buck,” Steve breathed, dropping to his knees next to his charge. A batch of butterflies exploded in his stomach, taking him completely by surprise.
Steve wrapped an arm around Bucky’s waist and hoisted him off the floor. The pair of them stumbled across the room, to the bed that was covered in sweat-stained sheets. God, Bucky was heavy, more so than he looked. Steve tried desperately to keep his mind out of the gutter, but it was difficult, what with Bucky’s arm over his shoulders, Steve’s hand clinging to a naked hip.
It wasn’t a secret to anyone in Steve’s life, he was bisexual. He never shied away about his feelings towards men and women, never felt shame, never felt like he had to hide who he was, none of that. But, there, holding Bucky’s body against his, as that naked man’s sponsor, he forced himself to focus on doing his job, on keeping Bucky sober, hell, on keeping him alive.
Once Bucky was in bed, Steve covered his shaking form with several thick blankets and turned off the lamp. Bucky’s teeth were chattering hard enough that Steve feared they would chip. He dropped to the edge of the bed and pushed Bucky’s hair away from his sweaty forehead.
“Shhh, Bucky,” he breathed, hand continuing to stroke Bucky’s hair. “It’s alright. Go to sleep, that’s it.” Bucky’s eyes fluttered closed, his dull blue orbs flicking back and forth erratically. The breath was tearing in and out of him to the point that Steve was worried he would start hyperventilating.
Steve yanked the phone from his pocket and opened the white noise app that made it possible for him to sleep. After selecting the one where it sounds like a cat is purring right inside of your ear, he set it on the nightstand and continued to stroke Bucky’s hair. It took less than five minutes before Bucky fell asleep. He continued to twitch every so often, but his shivering had stopped, which was a good sign.
While Bucky slept, Steve plucked the towels and clothes from the floor, throwing them into a basket. Next, he shrugged out of his jacket and started cleaning the bathroom. There was vomit in the sink, on the mirror, even in the shower, but it didn’t bother Steve. Hell, he remembered cleaning up his own shit and vomit for two whole weeks when he couldn’t score a damn thing. Detox is hell on its own. But to accidentally detox? That shit made detox look like a cakewalk.
With the bathroom clean, Steve wound his way through the small apartment until he found the washer and dryer. They were stacked atop each other, in a closet. He had a load going in less than a minute. The kitchen was tackled next. Dirty dishes were stacked all over the place, food was caked onto the stove top and inside the microwave, takeout containers from various restaurants were scattered around, and the fridge, shit, he had to hold his breath just to clean it out.
Three loads of laundry, four loads of dishes, running the vacuum over the carpet three times, and four hours later, Steve was standing in the doorway, watching Bucky sleep as he smoked a cigarette. Even drenched in sweat and his tanned skin gone grey, Bucky’s beauty was striking. His lashes were long and dark, his cheekbones could probably cut glass, or someone’s inner thigh.
Probably his girlfriend, he thought with a roll of his eyes.
Of course, someone like Bucky would have a girlfriend, he was too sexy to not have a woman draped on his arm, a woman that would wrap their lips around his thick cock. He couldn’t deny that he had taken a look. He was only human, after all, a very curious human.
Groaning in frustration, Steve tore his eyes away and forced himself to look outside, and that was how he stayed, staring into the city he loved, smoking until he was hungry. After eating his fill, some cheap chinese place around the corner, he put the leftovers in the fridge and settled into a chair in the corner, his legs propped up, and let his eyes drift closed.
Summary: After years of struggling to overcome his seemingly endless list of addictions, Steve Rogers has been clean & sober for one year. In an effort to remain clean, to prove to himself that he can overcome his demons, he takes on the responsibility of becoming a sponsor. It’s wrong for a sponsor to feel a personal attachment to the ones they are sponsoring, but apparently Steve didn’t get that memo. Bucky Barnes’ downfall was cocaine, he couldn’t keep his nose clean if his life depended on it. After overdosing for the third time, a judge ordered him to ‘get clean, or go to jail.’ Narcotics Anonymous wasn’t really Bucky’s thing, that was until he saw the blonde haired, blue eyed God that was going to be his sponsor. Will Steve be able to separate his feelings from the addiction? Can Bucky overcome his primal urges and keep things professional? Word Count: 1,671 Warnings for series: Illicit & casual drug use, explicit language, alcohol abuse, explicit sexual language, male receiving anal sex, male receiving oral sex, explicit sexual content, heavy angst, possibly more to come Author’s Note: This is going to be strictly a Stucky fic. There will be no reader involved. I wouldn’t be writing this without the unwavering support of @captain-rogers-beard & @climbthatmooselikeatree I love you. GIF credit
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Steve was standing by the steps, finishing his cigarette before the meeting, greeting the members of Narcotics Anonymous as they entered the building. It was a big night for him; one year clean and sober, three hundred and sixty-five days since he crashed his motorcycle into a hundred year old oak. He had been high on ecstacy, a birthday present from his fling of the week.
He hadn’t remembered much about it, the accident, only that one of the EMT’s had made a comment about Steve being “A lucky son of a bitch.” Despite the fact that his bike was a wrangled mess, Steve suffered a concussion, cuts on his neck that required stitches, a broken wrist, and a dislocated kneecap. The disappointment on his mother’s face had been enough incentive to get help.
Had it been easy? Fuck no. Steve had been addicted to one thing or another ever since he could remember. He smoked weed in high school, but that wasn’t what set him on the treacherous path of addiction. No, that came during his freshman year in college when his achilles tendon ruptured during a football game. The surgeon repaired it easily enough, but the prescribed vicodin took away the pain a little too well. It was all downhill from there.
Noticing the time on his watch, Steve took one last drag from his cigarette before stubbing it out and tossing it into the bin as he walked up the steps. The room was filled with low conversations, friends catching up on what had transpired since the week before, several people complaining about the shitty coffee, and a handful of others taking their seats at the sight of Steve.
Standing at the other end of the room, Steve cleared his throat. “Thanks for coming, everyone.” Several people gave smiles and waved while everyone that had been standing took their seats, apologizing softly.
“I see some new faces with us tonight,” Steve smiled. “Welcome to Narcotics Anonymous. If you’re feeling up to it, share your story with us. We’re here to help.”
One of the new arrivals, a man with chestnut hair and piercing blue eyes, gave a half-smile and leaned back in his chair, draping one arm over the back of the chair next to him. Swallowing thickly, Steve forced himself to continue.
“For the newest members, my name is Steve, and I’m an addict,” he introduced himself, nodding once when “Hi, Steve,” was said.
He shoved a hand into his pocket and tugged out the shiny coin. “It’s been one year since the accident and, while the path to today,” he flipped the coin in the air, catching it a moment later, “has been rocky, to say the least, the unwavering support I’ve received has been amazing. I wouldn’t be standing here if it weren’t for you. So, from the bottom of my heart, thank you.”
Applause and cheers filled the room for a minute, making Steve blush at the attention. Even though he did a great job of hiding it, he hated speaking in front of people. To have the attention solely on him made his stomach churn, made his old habits flare, the need to snort a line of coke or swallow several pills growing, making the back of his neck itch and his hand shake.
“Enough about me,” he chuckled, shoving his shaking hand into his pocket. “Who would like to speak first tonight?”
Sam stood up from his seat and shook Steve’s hand before standing where Steve had been. “Hi, everyone. My name is Sam, and I’m an addict. It’s been six months since I’ve taken a pill.”
Steve went to the back of the room and poured himself a cup of coffee. Leaning against the wall, one ankle crossed over the other, he listened carefully as everyone took their turn.
Sam went on to talk about how his mother’s birthday was coming up, and how it was hard for him because of her mental illness. Mrs. Wilson was bipolar, depressed, and wasn’t taking her medication. She lashed out at those around her, calling them vile names, and spewing profanities.
“She wants a big party,” he scoffed, scraping a hand over his face. “Demands that everyone be there. I told her to go to hell.”
“How does that make you feel?” Wanda asked timidly.
“Like I wanna swallow a bottle of oxy,” he admitted, his voice heavy. “But I won’t, I can’t. See, I found out that I’m gonna be a dad.”
Congratulations were said by everyone making Sam smile wide. “Thanks, guys. I uh, I wouldn’t be here to have something to look forward to if I hadn’t found this place.” With a curt nod and a blush coloring his cheeks, Sam took his seat.
Wanda took her turn, softly crying as she talked about her twin brother, Pietro, and how the anniversary of his death was coming up. “Two years,” she murmured, fiddling with one of the many thin-banded rings on her slim fingers. “It’s been two years and I miss him every minute of the day. I swear I can still hear him teasing me about stupid things.”
Clint was out of his seat and wrapping his arms around her, holding her tight, and doing his best to calm her down, a hand on the back of her head. “Come on, baby. You’re okay. I got you.” He pulled her from the front of the room and they took a seat in the front row.
“I’d like to go next, if that’s okay.” The brunette that Steve couldn’t take his eyes off stood up and shuffled his feet nervously, his head dipping, his hair falling around his face.
Everyone turned in their seats and welcomed him to the group.
“I uh, I’ve never done this,” he stammered, shifting on his feet. “My name is Bucky, and it’s been one week since I overdosed.”
Steve pushed away from the wall at that. “Hi, Bucky,” he greeted, the rest of the room echoing his sentiment.
Bucky looked at Steve over his shoulder and gave him a warm smile that made his eyes sparkle. Steve could see the bruises around his eyes, his shaking hands, and the sheen of sweat on his forehead that came from withdrawal.
“It wasn’t my first overdose,” he continued after clearing his throat. “I just… I wasn’t in a good place and I took too much. Didn’t realize that the oxy I was popping like candy was laced with ecstasy.”
“Oh no,” Wanda murmured, wiping tears from her face.
Bucky’s voice was thick and sad when he said, “My mom, she uh, she was the one that found me. Said she’d had enough of seeing me throw my life away because of some pills. To prove her point, she brought me to court and a judge ordered that I get clean or go to jail. I chose the lesser of two evils.”
People chuckled under their breath at the jab. “We’re here to help you in any way we can, Bucky.” It was Clint, offering his help, the help of the recovering, the one that had fallen off the wagon, the damaged.
“Thanks, guys,” Bucky murmured, scratching the back of his neck as he sat down, taking another look at Steve.
Steve swallowed heavily before turning away, walking to the front of the room and sitting in the front row. Everyone else took their turn, if they wanted to. Sometimes, not everyone spoke, just being there, surrounded by their friends, buried in the energy of love and support, it was all they needed.
It was two hours later when Steve stood in front of the room. “My sponsor has given me an assignment, of sorts. Now that I’ve been clean for a year, Tony suggested that I become a sponsor. I gave it a lot of thought and I’ve decided, what the hell? I’ll give it a shot.”
After closing the meeting, several people came up to Steve, giving their congratulations and a clap on the shoulder. While the group started to disperse slowly, drinking coffee, eating cookies, conversing quietly, Steve disappeared outside for a cigarette.
“Hi,” Bucky said, taking a long drag.
Steve stopped short, his foot hovering over the bottom step. “Hiya, Bucky. How are you holding up?” he asked, lighting a cigarette as he stood across from the attractive brunette, mirroring his stance.
Bucky shrugged. “I’m alive, so, good, I guess?”
“I get it,” Steve chuckled. “The first week is always the worst.”
“What’s your story?” Bucky inquired, eager to get the topic off of himself.
Steve didn’t try pushing Bucky to talk about anything he didn’t want to, not yet, it was too early in the process for that. So, Steve told Bucky everything about the night of the accident, not sparing any detail, well, the details he could remember.
“Looks like our moms are the ones holding the reins,” Bucky scoffed, rolling his eyes.
Steve readjusted his position, switching the way his feet were situated, which was making his previously-dislocated kneecap ache. “That’s not necessarily a bad thing, is it?”
“Depends on who you ask,” Bucky shot back, angrily flicking the ash from his cigarette.
“Rough childhood?” he asked softly.
“Army brat,” was all Bucky would say. “Look, I’m doing this whole sobriety thing for the first time, and I’m going to need a sponsor that isn’t afraid to put me in my spot when I need it. With everything you’ve been through, the pills, the accident, I was wondering if you’d want to take me on.”
Steve sucked in a deep breath of the Brooklyn crisp night air as his mind reeled. Should he really be doing that, taking on someone that made his heart pound, that gave him a ton of wicked ideas? But, Bucky needed help, and Steve had a feeling that he wouldn’t have asked if he hadn’t wanted to.
He stubbed out his cigarette and held out his hand for Bucky to shake. “You’ve got yourself a sponsor.”
Characters: Steve Rogers x Female Reader x Bucky Barnes
Word Count: 2100
Warnings: (over)protective!stucky, mentions of sex trafficking, mentions of blood
Author’s Notes: Based on this request: Since everyone is LOVING protective!stucky x reader, I have a suggestion for an imagine!! One where they are on an undercover mission at a cocktail party or something lowkey like that. Steve & Buck are behind the scenes with Clint & Sam waiting for the signal to go in, and y/n has to go undercover as bait (the boys are NOT happy about this). Maybe the target gets too handsy or hurts reader and our softy super soldiers just go “NOPE” and swoop in. Thank you @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan and @climbthatmooselikeatree for your invaluable help. Remember, if you don’t want to be tagged in my Stucky fics, you need to let me know.
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Characters: Steve Rogers x Female Reader x Bucky Barnes
Word Count: 1002
Warnings: more fluff, sick!reader, mentions of blood
Author’s Notes: This part is from an anonymous request I got: Maybe as a sort continuation, you could do one where the reader catches Bucky’s cold and, because it’s given her shaky muscles and a stuffy head, the hot water & steam from the shower has made her faint? So then ofc we see protective!Stucky™ bound into action and our boys are just so worried and scared for her and will do literally anything to make sure she’s okay.
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Summary: Bucky and Steve help fulfill one of your fantasies. Word Count: 1,414 Warnings: Established polyamorous relationship, explicit sexual content, m/m, threesome, male receiving anal sex, dom!Bucky, sub!Steve, dom / sub tones, all around filth Author’s Note: We only have @captain-rogers-beard to blame for this.
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Being with Steve and Bucky meant always trying new things; new positions, different locations, various role playing scenarios, nothing was off limits, which was why you were standing between your boys, your back against Bucky’s chest, your hands hooked into Steve’s belt.
“I think our girl wants something, Buck,” Steve noted, a smirk on his lips.
Bucky’s hand was buried in your hair, his lips roving the column of your neck as he hummed. “She does, huh?”
“She keeps chewing on her bottom lip, lookin’ like she’s got a secret or somethin’.” Steve’s hips were pinned to yours, his hand tangling in Bucky’s hair, watching as his friend sucked dark marks onto your neck.
Your eyes rolled back at the way Bucky’s moan shot down your spine, straight to your pussy. “Come on, doll,” he urged, his cock pulsing in the small of your back. “Tell us what you want.”
You were already unbuckling the belt on Steve’s waist. “I want Bucky to fuck you, Steve,” you admitted, your voice tight and nervous.
Steve groaned at that, his grip in Bucky’s hair tightening. “What about you, sweetheart?” he asked, tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip.
“I’ve got you to take care of me,” you smirked at him, reaching into his boxers and gripping his cock.
Both men moaned low and heavy, their cocks pulsing in sync. “Are you sure, love?” Bucky wanted to know, his teeth nipping at your skin once more.
“Fuck yes,” was your gritty answer as you surged forward and kissed Steve. Behind you, Bucky snarled as Steve yanked on his hair, pulling him around so that when Steve’s mouth left yours, he was kissing Bucky fiercely.
Three sets of clothes basically disappeared, and in the blink of an eye, you were on your back, Steve’s head between your legs, two fingers deep in your pussy, and Bucky, well, you couldn’t see him, but you could hear him, he was greedily sucking Steve’s cock as he fisted his own. White-hot lust surged through you as Steve fucked you with his fingers and mouth. You were already a whimpering mess and you hadn’t even cum yet. That was until Steve’s mouth sealed around your clit, sucking on it at the same time that he crooked his fingers, sending you spiraling. Your thighs shook and your feet arched on Steve’s shoulders as you came, his name falling from your lips like a prayer.
Steve was hissing, telling Bucky that he wasn’t ready to cum yet, that he wanted, “To be buried inside Y/N.” You heard the wet pop of Bucky’s mouth releasing it’s hold on Steve’s cock, and it sent another wave of arousal through you.
Bucky stood from his spot on the floor and swiped a hand over his chin. “You ready, doll?”
“Yes, sir,” you purred, your legs spread wide, your slick seeping out.
The two super soldier’s eyes went dark at the sight. Bucky was about to instruct Steve to take his place between your legs, but you were shaking your head. “I… I want to wa- watch for a minute.”
“Dirty girl,” Steve growled, thick cock in his hands.
Bucky removed a bottle of lube from the desk and had Steve bend over the bed, chest against the mattress, legs spread. “It’s been a minute, Stevie,” he admitted, squirting lube onto Steve’s asshole. “I’ll go slow.”
Steve whimpered when Bucky pushed his metallic middle finger into his tight hole. You’d watched porn before and loved the blissed out look on the bottom’s face as their top got them ready, prepared them for what was to come, but seeing it in person, seeing Steve wearing that look, made your knees shake.
“Fuck, Stevie,” Bucky growled, slowly working another digit beside the first. “Forgot how tight you were.”
“Need you, Buck,” Steve hissed as his hips rolled.
Bucky’s eyes flicked up to yours, smirking when he found you fingering yourself. “Look at her,” he demanded, reveling in the way Steve’s muscles flexed around his fingers. “Ain’t she a fuckin’ sight?”
“She is,” Steve agreed before licking his lips. “I can still taste her.”
“Lemme taste,” Bucky snarled, grabbing Steve by the back of his neck and hauling him up. Their mouths met in a frenzy as Bucky sucked your taste from Steve’s lips and tongue, his eyes never leaving yours. When they parted, Steve fell to the bed, his eyes rolling back in his head, Bucky’s cock pressing into him.
“Easy, Stevie,” Bucky hissed, his back arching as he inched into Steve’s tight hole.
It was all you thought it would be and more. Steve gripped the blanket, his knuckles going white as he took Bucky’s cock. His mouth was agape, small gasps and moans leaving him with every inch he took. You about came at the sight of Bucky bottoming out, the way his head fell forward, the gritty curse that fell from his lips, the shudder that rolled down his spine.
He gripped Steve’s hips and started thrusting shallowly. “Fuckfuckfuck,” he swore crudely, his fingers digging bruises into Steve’s skin.
Steve’s grip moved from the blanket to your ankle, and he started tugging you closer. Your fingers left your fluttering pussy and your mouth opened wide to ask him what the hell he was doing, but his wrecked voice answered your unanswered question.
“Not… nnnngggg… not gonna last long, Y/N,” he ground out, pushing up so that you could slide under his frame.
Bucky was snarling at the way Steve was shifting, changing the angle of his cock. “Get in there, baby,” he said to you, his dark eyes flashing with carnal need as he continued to casually fuck Steve.
Steve’s rock-hard cock found your pussy on its own, sliding in easily when Bucky pushed on Steve’s ass with his pelvis. Your eyes rolled back and you about came right then and there. Steve caught your mouth in his, kissing you fervently, holding your legs open with his hands, his nails digging into you, your fingers scrambling for purchase on his wide shoulders.
You’d been fucked by two men before, the very same men that were between your legs, but never like this. You were living your very own fantasy, and you could honestly say that right then, it was the best sexual experience you’d ever had.
With each snap of Bucky’s hips, Steve’s cock drove into you, both men grunting and moaning at the impact, at the way you keened, begging them for more. You wanted it hard and fast, and Bucky was only willing to comply.
Bucky’s gritty voice was murmuring praises to Steve. “Taking my cock so good, Stevie.”
“So tight and wet, Y/N,” Steve would gasp. “Perfect little pussy.” His mouth would find the pulse point in your neck and l latch onto it, his teeth scraping over it, just shy of breaking the skin.
Every nerve ending felt as if it were a live wire, white hot, dangerous, looking for an outlet. You found it when Bucky began fucking Steve to the point that both men were grinding their teeth. Steve’s pelvis bit painfully into yours, and the coil deep in your gut snapped. Your back came off the bed completely and your eyes rolled back as Steve’s cock swelled, twitching heavily inside you.
Bucky was close behind, his hips falling out of rhythm, a wordless cry falling from his lips, and then there was nothing, just two super soldiers smothering you. Your lungs burned and your hips were starting to cramp up, but you just laid there, hands smoothing over the sweat-slicked skin of your boys. Your eyes fell shut as first Bucky, then Steve pushed off of you, leaving you whimpering in sheer bliss.
Steve cleaned between your legs and Bucky was lifting you up to your pillow, covering you with a sheet after climbing in beside you. You turned to kiss him sweetly, a happy sigh in the back of your throat.
“Didn’t she do great, Buck?” Steve murmured, his wide chest to your back, his lips in your hair.
Bucky kissed your nose, then your forehead. “Our doll did amazing,” he confirmed.
You gave a loud yawn, one that arched your back and made the muscles in your legs ache. You wanted to tell them how much you appreciated what they had done, fulfilling one of your fantasies, but you were exhausted, and before you knew it, you were fast asleep, trapped between your boys.
Summary: What happens after Thanos snaps his fingers? Word Count: 335 Warnings: Heavy angst, major character death, Stucky feels Author’s Note: If you have not seen Infinity War, do not read this as it contains major spoilers. Inspiration came from the amazing @petite-madame fan art you see below the cut.
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The grit of Thor’s voice pulled Steve from his unconsciousness. Thanos packed a mean punch, even when he wasn’t using the Power Stone for fuel. Steve stumbled to his feet, holding a hand to his aching shoulder; he was lucky to be alive.
“What did you do?” Thor demanded to know, his voice wrecked and confused.
Steve ran in the direction of Thor’s voice, his sides aching, his heart pounding in his chest at the weight of Thor’s words. What had transpired while he had been out of it? Had anyone died after he had been tossed aside like he was nothing?
A surge of power rushed through the air, cutting through Steve’s midsection, making the super soldier bend over and gasp for air. He forced himself to pull in one breath, then another, and another, then he took off at a dead run, bursting through the foliage to find Thor, alone, utter destruction on his face.
“Where’d he go?” Steve asked the god, but Thor didn’t… couldn’t give an answer.
Steve’s wild eyes flicked around, searching for, but never finding Thanos. What he did find, however, was Bucky, gripping his gun, stumbling into the clearing.
“Steve?” he gasped.
Steve bolted across the open space as Bucky’s legs started to disappear, blowing away like dust in the wind. “Buck, no,” he choked, his hands gripping onto Bucky as hard as they could.
“What’s hap-” Bucky’s question was cut off by Steve’s mouth on his. It was bruising and full of all the words Steve would never get to say.
More and more of Bucky withered away, and when Steve pulled back, Bucky was nearly translucent. Steve gripped Bucky’s new vibranium shoulder and had a firm grip on his hair, refusing to let him go.
Bucky gave a shuddering exhale. “Stevie, I lov-”
Steve fell to his knees and sobbed, “Oh, God.” Bucky, his beautifully imperfect Bucky, was gone. Natasha’s hand was on his shaking shoulder as he wept openly, clutching onto the last remnants of Bucky.
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