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Super Soldiers

pairings: bucky barnes x female!reader steve rogers x female!reader

word count: 1295

warnings: sexual content 18+ (IF YOU ARE A MINOR DNI) threesome, choking kink, dom!bucky, dom!steve, explicit language, kinda sexual slow burn

again if you are under the age of 18 please do not read as this is purely for sexual purposes.

and as always please do not copy or repost my work in any way without my consent.

(NOT MY GIF)

“Well doll, would you look at you, so pretty all sprawled out for us like that” a deep voice said, a second after you could feel metal fingers run over your bottom lip as you whimpered. “Doesn’t she Stevie?” Bucky adressed the other soldier in the room.

“Shes absolutely gorgeous, Buck” in the dark room you could hear his footsteps getting closer to the bed. The tall blonde ran his hand from your ankle, all the way up to your chest. His eyes on your face as he traced his thumb repeatedly over the now hard bud, making your back arch.

You let out a moan before Steve moved his hand up to the collum just below your throat “please” you whispered, he swallowed at the sound of you so wrecked for him, then he allowed his fingers to curl around your throat and apply just the right amount of pressure.

Your eyes fluttered closed as you felt the delicious feel of his hand on your throat. He leaned down, pressing his warm lips to yours and you moaned into his mouth as your hand flew up to a head of short hair. “Steve” you moaned against his mouth.

As the kiss began to get more heated, Steve slowly pushed you back on the bed. As his lips started on your neck you heard a low groan from beside the bed. You turned your head to the side and saw that at some point, Bucky had pulled up a chair and was watching you and Steve for a bit before joining in.

Your eyes closed as you felt the bed shift and then a second pair of lips on your neck, Steve trailed back up and captured your lips in his as Bucky trailed down your body. The soldier took his sweet time peppering kisses along your stomach and tighs, down your legs and back up again. You squirmed at the feeling of Bucky’s hot kisses on your bare skin and that fact alone made his cock twitch in his pants.

Steve kissed your forehead and shushed you, telling you that you’d just have to be patient. And in that moment the brunette soldier dropped his head between your legs, licking, sucking, biting, you name it, that man was doing it to you.

You threw your head back and let out a loud moan at the relief of his hot tounge on your sweet pussy. Steve shuffled down the bed and the men shifted so he could fit. He added a thick finger in as Bucky lapped at your clit. As the pleasure washed over you in waves, you weaved a hand in each man’s hair, tugging and pulling trying to get as close to them as possible.

You could feel yourself getting closer to your peak as Steve added another finger inside of you, Steve knew it too when he felt you clenching around his fingers. Bucky sucked your sensitive clit into his mouth and you started to teter on the edge. “You wanna cum don’t you sweetheart? It’s okay, let go for us honey”

Bucky hummed, sending vibrations throughout your body and right as you were about to cum, he reached up and wrapped his right hand around your throat. You grabbed onto his wrist as you came hard all over Steves fingers.

Steve cooed and worked you through your high. Bucky pulled away and replaced his tounge with his metal fingers working your swollen clit, the sudden cool feel of it made you jump “there you go doll, such a good girl” Bucky praised as you came down, breathing uneven and heavy.

You hummed, eyes half closed and heavy. As your eyes closed all the way, you felt a hand on your cheek “wake up doll, we’re not done with you just yet” you peeked at the two super soldiers “there she is” Bucky teased.

“We want you to cum at least one more time for us okay, sweetheart” Steve whispered in your ear sending a rush of blood down to your core. Steve turned you so you were on all fours. You could hear the sound of two belts hitting to floor, one after the other. Bucky slid underneath you, cock very erect and tip slightly purple.

Steve kneeled behind you and pressed a few kisses to your back, he rubbed his cock through your lips getting his cock slick. Bucky pressed a kiss to your throat as he pumped his cock a few times. “Ready doll?” you nodded frantically, body already trembling in anticipation.

Both men pushed into you at the same time, groans coming from all three of you at the feeling. “mm so damn wet” bucky groaned. They stilled to let you adjust to their sizes, the stretching feeling a little painful but you loved it all the same. After a minute you could feel your body relax, the needy feeling coming back. “Move, please” you groaned.

“That feel good sweetheart?” he panted into your ear, your eyes fluttered closed and you could feel Buckys eyes on you. Your brain so foggy, you forgot to answer Steves question. Bucky grunted underneath you giving a particulary hard thrust “Steve asked you a question doll”

“Yes, yes it does, it feels so good steve please” Steve chuckled before he began to rub harder, tighter circles on your clit. One of Bucky’s hands came up to your chest and squeezed your breast, rubbing his thumb over your nipple.

You could feel the familiar feeling bubble up in your abdomen at all the stimulation, and Bucky and Steve could feel it too. “You gonna cum baby? C’mon i know you can do it, cum all over our cocks” Bucky rasped from below you “Be a good girl doll, let it all go” Steve chimed.

One of your hands flew to Bucky’s shoulder and the other grasped Steves hand on your hip tightly as you came on the super soldiers cock, moaning and trembling as you clenched around both of them. “So good, gonna cum inside of you honey” Steve grunted, thrusting faster “me too” Bucky panted.

After a few minutes of very hot panting and grunts from the two super soldiers, they both came, cocks twitching and spilling inside of you, countless praises spilling from their mouths “Oh god yes, honey” another groan “fuck, feels so good doll, god your so beautiful” the three of you stayed like that for a few minutes catching your breaths.

Steve planted another kiss to your back before he lifted himself up and pulled out of you, Bucky following a second after. He helped you off of him and onto your back as Steve went to the bathroom. He came back with two washcloths and handed one to Bucky, kissing your cheek as he cleaned you off.

Steve joined you two back in bed and helped Bucky pull the sheets over you three as you were already starting to drift off. “You okay doll?” the brunette asked softly, you nodded “more than okay Buck” The two men laughed “I think we should do this way more often” Bucky said

“Buck, we do this a few nights a week”

“Whatever, punk”

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I have a fic coming out

The Stalker is a Older!Steve X Fem!Reader

You'll get a taste of the plot later today, keep your eyes peeled

Cop!Steve Headcannons (NSFW Included)

Notes: a small gift for @rollergirlworld and her love for Cop!Steve, and our brief conversations of how he’d react in a relationship. I love him and enjoy.

Steve is not just a cop, but a Lieutenant, a high ranking officer of the law and just a step below a chief. Still this man craves power and when his lower ranking coworkers attempt to try their power over his things get nasty. He likes to talk with his fists and not his mouth. Occasionally he’ll be suspended from cases due to this issue, leading him to be stuck on desk duty, which then makes him a bit grumpy, but you will always make him feel better. He’ll walk through the door and instantly the smell of freshly prepared meals will greet his nose along with you, “Steve, your home.” You scamper over to him and throw yourself into his arms, he’ll wrap his own around your waist. Carding his rough fingers through your scalp and pressing kisses repeatedly to your temple. “Oh, baby.” He sighs resting his cheek atop your head. “I missed you.”

On nights he does spend working a rough case he comes home and spends times in your arms whilst you comfort him. Steve may have a tough outside, but inside he’s caring, and that goes for the people he wasn’t able to help. He thinks there’s something wrong with him, “You did everything you could, Honey.” You whisper between kisses to his forehead. “It’s gonna be okay. Your so strong and brave, you just gotta breathe.” He’ll cry for hours and sometimes until he falls asleep.

There are days where you and Steve spend time relaxing in bed, watching T.V. or laughing over a couple glasses of champagne. These were the gentle nights that made you really appreciate Steve, besides the good he manages to do in his line of work. The two of you share many nights of passion equal to the nights spent in sadness. Life has a healthy balance.

Steve spends a lot of time creating a set of rules for you to follow, as his wife, who is allowed to stay home, be work free, and hardly lift a finger he has high expectations. The house needs to be cleaned, clothes clean and folded, food prepared, but sometimes you forget things. Those nights Steve will come home already grumpy from a long day and find no dinner on the table, “You didn’t cook.”

You look up from the book your currently reading and gulp, “N-No.. I wasn’t feeling good, Stevie.” He grunts nodding his head and tossing aside his briefcase and removing his coat. He walks over towards the coach ditching his coat over the back of the small leather loveseat.

“You weren’t feeling good, huh?” His tone was gruff and a bit edged. You’d made him mad, “I work all day and sometimes night and you couldn’t make dinner before I got home?”

“I’m sorry, Stevie. I-I was—”

“Was nothing, you get up right now and get in that kitchen. You have thirty minutes to come up with something, go.” He locked eyes with you and he watches as you scamper quickly into the kitchen.

If you refused to do so at this point, you’d end up over his knee receiving a spanking for such bratty behavior and then to service him in any way he saw fit. Whether that be cockwarming him all night and no release, word sucking him off until he felt he’d been relieved enough. Either way you’d be ruined by him and only him.

Lockeroom | Cop!Steve x Fem!Reader |

Notes: This is a gift for my bestie @rollergirlworld , happy birthday to Steve’s wife! We both love a sweaty and dom, Steve. I wanted to try and do something new plot wise and environmentally unique, plus I know this will really be fun to write. So rollergirl and others please enjoy.

“Go, Steve!” You clap your palms together cheering loudly with the other wives and their partners, but Steve, he was all yours. Admits the mess of bodies you find his hazel eyes, cramped by strands of his damp chestnut locks. You were his little cheerleader and he fed off it.

He sends a wink your way and returns his full focus back to the game, white sneakers screeching against the court as the team works to get the ball. Occasionally him and some of the other officers got together to play a few rounds of ball and would somehow convince you to tag along. However, it didn’t take much convincing when his head was between your thighs, plus the sight of him like this was enticing.

The way his muscles tensed beneath the grey fabric of his tee drove you something akin to horny. A need was deeply present in between your legs. Reminiscent of the earlier events of the day. “Steve is something isn’t he?” Martha breathes — the wife to the chief — eyes him up. A tinge of jealous coils within your gut and you huff.

“Sure is, Martha.” You reply, shifting in your spot on the bleachers. She was a nosy twit and always had it out for your fiancé because Henry couldn’t put it out. She scoffs and turns her nose upward, turning her gaze away from you. Steve was simply all yours and it taken time to get where you were now. Hours went by until the game was called and the guys rushed to the showers. One by one the other men went, followed by their wives chasing them out the door, until you were alone.

No sign of your Steve. Odd. You gathered your things and rushed into the locker room calling out for your partner, “Stevie?” You push the door upon with your hip, shoving the handle down and entering the large back room. Another call out for his name is met with a small grunt and you rush around the corner towards the lockers, heels clacking noisily against linoleum tiles. Steve was seated on one of the benches, still clad in his gym shorts, his shirt discarded and a towel slung loosely over his shoulder.

Your shoulders slump in relief, “There you are. I thought maybe you died back here.” There was a lightheartedness to the tone, but Steve didn’t respond. You slowly lower down to your knees before him palms splaying out over his cheeks, “Stevie?”

He snaps out of his daze and his hazel eyes meet with yours, “I heard from Chief White, you had a little spat with his wife. Care to explain your attitude?”

Your aghast and a little embarrassed. She was always such a tattle and a bit prudish, “She was making comments and staring you down, Steve. I didn’t like it.”

“But I’ve warned you about that attitude, baby. Many times.” His eyes are focused on you now, jaw hardened beneath your hands. Calloused fingers brush over your own hands and push them down and away. “I think you need to learn a lesson.” He pats his thigh and your throat grow drys, gulping down your fear and standing back to your full height.

Awkwardly shifting on your feet, before sinking stomach down over his lap, hands gripping onto his forearm. His other hand helps steady your bottom, heels providing an extra support, but not comfortably. “Count every single one. We’ll start with ten, then see how well your bruised ass helps get that attitude in check.” He works your skirt up over your ass and admires the choice of undergarments.

You knew what was coming next and it thrilled you to no end, but at the same time it would be painful.

They always said that love hurts, and knows no bounds.