to be clear, I believe younger artists and minors can write good fics (not to say “fanfic must always be good” either because it is a hobby and I still believe that as long as it’s done with love and the artist’s joy, it is good) and I believe it’s good when younger artists and minors start making art at young ages.
that said, a lot of fanfics out there that you read and love are done by adults with kids, jobs and responsibilities. adults who have years, decades of practice under their belts. adults who don’t let life and responsibilities take away their joy in creating.
someone’s love and passion don’t suddenly go away the second they reach a certain age. so if anything, I feel sorry for people who say “adults shouldn’t write fanfics or make fan art” because what these people really say is that they expect themselves to stop having fun and finding comfort in things that bring them joy and comfort the second they reach a certain age. it’s sad that they put an expiration date on their own fun and source of comfort.
It's not perfect- Strawpage's design tools are... not great- but I did my best to bring you all a Tumblr-free transcription of all my lessons. This is probably the most labor-intensive thing I've done for this page (next to the character polls). Four months of blood, sweat, and tears... and now, she LIVES!!!!
Some Notes:
I created it with the intent of Desktop use, so Mobile might have some issues. If it's not working on your phone, try desktop.
Out of the multiple browsers tested (Firefox, Google, Edge, Brave, Safari), Firefox had some issues sporadically.
I'm still going to post lessons on here, first. This page is priority to me, and the website is more of an archive.
The fonts are normal past this opening page.
I will be adding a portion to send funds soon, if'n you are feeling kind and generous.
Thank you all for your patience while I worked on this. It was a labor of love and I hope that it shows. 🙏🏾 Happy scrolling!
It's not perfect- Strawpage's design tools are... not great- but I did my best to bring you all a Tumblr-free transcription of all my lessons. This is probably the most labor-intensive thing I've done for this page (next to the character polls). Four months of blood, sweat, and tears... and now, she LIVES!!!!
Some Notes:
I created it with the intent of Desktop use, so Mobile might have some issues. If it's not working on your phone, try desktop.
Out of the multiple browsers tested (Firefox, Google, Edge, Brave, Safari), Firefox had some issues sporadically.
I'm still going to post lessons on here, first. This page is priority to me, and the website is more of an archive.
The fonts are normal past this opening page.
I will be adding a portion to send funds soon, if'n you are feeling kind and generous.
Thank you all for your patience while I worked on this. It was a labor of love and I hope that it shows. 🙏🏾 Happy scrolling!
PAIRING: bucky barnes x fem!reader, bucky barnes x (former) avengers!reader, bucky barnes x wife!reader, bucky barnes x oc!daughters
WARNINGS: fluff immediately followed by angst, heartbreak, negative self-thinking, cheating! (but not really), fluff ending, adorable children
WORD COUNT: 3.2k
🎶 : exile - taylor swift
AN: ♥️💗 - daughter are Rebecca (Becca - age eight) and Brielle (Brie - age five)!! this is based off of this request - please enjoy!!
Bucky Barnes had never felt more miserable in his life than today.
Or perhaps it was anger, he honestly couldn’t tell at this point.
He watched (more like glared a burning hole into her back) his secretary pack up her things, he couldn’t help but think of your face, heartbroken and betrayed. In the span of six hours, his life had gone from utterly perfect to destroyed, with seemingly no way of fixing it.
“Sir-”
“Save it.” Bucky snapped. “Security is waiting to escort you out of the building.”
You’d left him, with nothing but a note that read don’t follow me, we’re done on your apartment counter. The once lively home was dead silent, save for Alpine’s occasional mews for food.
The morning before the incident…
Your husband was glowing. An angel reincarnated, you were wholly convinced of it.
Every morning without fail, you’d roll over and admire his face, peaceful and free of burdens. There was something extremely heartwarming about how relaxed he looked asleep, completely opposite to his conscious self. He naturally had a worried aura about him, something you’d teased him about since you’d first met.
If he wasn’t worrying over the company, he was worrying over you, your daughters, or the Thunderbolts.
And, just like your routine of admiring him, he had a routine of leaving the comforts of your shared bed to get ready for work. You always let out a dramatic sigh before propping yourself up against your pillows, letting your eyes shamelessly follow his every move.
It was pure domestic bliss, something you had finally let yourself grow accustomed to after years of running. From the law, from commitment, from HYDRA, from war. The life of a reformed assassin wasn’t supposed to be like this, and yet here it was, perfect and simple, a stark contrast to the majority of your life.
Naively, you’d once thought the Avengers would be your new normal, and it had been for years. But just as you’d grown content, just as the routine you’d formed had grown comfortable, it was ripped out from under you.
The result had been gruesome, friendships had been broken, bonds had been severed. You left with Steve, and with that, your friendship with Tony. You hadn’t talked to him for years until the week before his death.
Now, you were married, with two perfectly adorable daughters, ages eight and five. You planned benefit galas for Stark Industries (thank you, Pepper), and could confidently say that you were now a relaxed person, all thanks to the assassin turned vigilante turned superhero turned business man.
“I can feel you staring.” He sounded much too pleased with himself.
“Can you blame me?” You giggled, snuggling further into the warmth of your comforter, his cologne still lingering in its fabric. “You know I hate when you leave, but I can’t lie and say I don’t love watching you get ready.”
“Glad I can provide you entertainment.” His words were jumbled as he spat out his toothpaste. Rinsing out his mouth, he slowly walked towards you, like a lion to its prey. With one arm on each side of you, he hovered above as his lips kissed yours softly, much too gently and much too perfectly. “You look stunning in the morning, too.”
“Don’t lie.” You glared playfully, darting up to steal another kiss. “We both know I look like the human personification of a tornado.”
“Well-” He smirked. “A beautiful tornado.”
“Good save.”
“Thank you.” He laughed as he kissed your forehead. “I love you.”
“I love you more.” You called out as he walked away. “Have a good day at work.”
Work was the third best part of his day.
The first was waking up next to you, the second, whispering goodbyes to his sleepy daughters. He loved his job; it was a nice reprise from his time as well, the world’s deadliest assassin. He could hardly call it work compared to what he did before.
You had been the one to come up with the idea (although, if anyone asked you, you credited him) after teasing him for complaining about the ‘quality of clothes now’. “What an old man thing to say.” You had laughed at him. “Why don’t you make some yourself if clothes these days are so horrible?”
His company’s headquarters resided in an old brick building in Brooklyn, his office in the corner of the top floor, overlooking the streets he’d grown up on.
“Sir.”
He whipped his head away from the window. “Yes?”
“Were you listening?” His receptionist, Melissa, shut the door behind her, walking slowly toward his desk. “I asked you a question.”
“Sorry, I wasn’t.”
“That’s alright.” Melissa had an odd sort of drawl to her voice lately, like she was deliberately slurring her words. He wondered if she had had a concussion recently, or if something was going on medically that she might need help with. She stopped right in front of his desk, leaning over it until her face was only a few inches from his.
He raised a brow, leaning back in his chair to create distance. “What was the question?”
She placed the files that were once tightly held in her arms on the desk, fluttering her eyelashes. Bucky fought the urge to roll his eyes. “I said-”
“I’m gonna stop you right there.” He raised a brow. “Did you not attend the professionalism seminar?”
“No, I didn’t.” Again, she drew her words out.
“You should attend the next one.” His voice was hard, clear and difficult to misinterpret. Somehow, he was sure she would. “Because the way you are behaving is not professional. Not only are you breaking about thirty HR codes, you are also disrespecting my marriage.”
“I-” She looked like a fish out of water, her mouth opening and closing as if she was trying to find something to say.
“Don’t ever do this again.” He cleared his throat. “Or we are going to have to have a much more serious conversation. Are we clear?”
“Yes, sir.” She stood up straight, scurrying out of his office.
You sat in your living room, petting Alpine lazily. The girls had been at school since nine, and you didn't start planning for the next big Stark Industries event until Sunday. You grabbed your phone, typing in Bucky’s work phone number.
It rang for two seconds before the front desk picked up. “Barnes & Co., how may I help you?”
“Hello.” You smiled. “This is Mrs. Barnes. I was wondering if my husband is available right now?”
“I don’t know for certain, but let me check with his receptionist.”
“Wonderful, thank you so much.” Alpine mewed, shoving her head into your hand, begging for more affection. You waited for about two minutes before the older woman’s voice rang through the phone once more. “Hi, Mrs. Barnes. Melissa wasn’t at her desk, and I couldn’t find Mr. Barnes, but in Melissa’s calendar it looks like he should be free for the next hour or so.”
“You’re amazing.” You gushed. “Thank you so much for your help.”
“Anytime. Have a good day!”
“You too!” You hung up, gently picking up Alpine in your arms as you trudged toward your bedroom. A surprise lunch deserved to have a perfectly alluring outfit.
Little did you know, Bucky’s secretary had been fuming since that morning, anger coursing through her veins over your perfect marriage. Determined to embarrass Bucky just as much as he had her, she knew what she had to do. He would pay for rejecting her.
Your heels clicked as you strolled through the hall, smiling kindly at his employees as you passed by. His office door came into view, and you picked up the pace, the to-go bags in your hands growing heavy. You called out, opening the door with your elbow. “Surprise-”
A girl’s voice, not Bucky’s, gasped, and your heart dropped. Slowly turning around, your eyes bulged at the sight before you. There, in all his horrible glory, stood Bucky, with his secretary draped over him. The girl’s cheeks were pink, her shirt askew.
“Doll-” Bucky pushed the girl off of him, eyes full of panic. Your fists clenched, the plastic of the bags squeaking. “This isn’t what it-”
“So this is why you didn’t answer the phone earlier?” Your voice sounded harder than you thought it could be, harsher than it had ever sounded while you’d been in the field or battle. “Care to explain yourself?” You scoffed. “Although, I doubt you can.”
“Baby-”
“Don’t call me that.” The secretary seemingly had no sense about her, as she looked thoroughly smug throughout the entire ordeal. “Have fun.”
You’d lived in this apartment for almost ten years, and in one moment, he’d ruined it.
Everything seemed dull, the memories you’d formed there all corroded by one thought: Bucky cheated. You’d gotten engaged in this apartment, you’d found out you were pregnant in this apartment, and you and Bucky had shared countless soft, perfect mornings in this apartment. Becca and Brielle had taken their first steps in this apartment, spoken their first words, threw their food everywhere in this apartment.
All ruined. The worst part of you wanted to give in to your violent urges, wanted to light this place on fire and watch it burn to nothing.
Unfortunately, you didn’t think that would go over well with the local police or the media.
You could see the headlines now: ‘Former Avenger goes berserk, burns down her building and smiles doing it’
The girls came home, all happy and unaware, perfectly oblivious. Good, you thought, no need to ruin their day by telling them their father was a no good philandering-
“Doll.”
God, he was home. You’d been moving on auto pilot since you’d returned from the office, not even realizing that you’d gone through the actions like they were second nature. You’d straightened up the apartment, made the girls after school snacks, changed them into their pajamas, done the laundry, and made dinner, all before he got home and broke you out of your trance. You’d almost kissed him on the cheek, before you remembered what he’d done, physically wincing as the earlier events raced through your mind.
“You’re back.”
“I am.” He placed his blazer and briefcase on the island chair, walking over to the girls and hugging them tightly like he hadn’t just wrecked their entire lives without them even knowing. “How was school?”
They clambered onto their father, hugging him tightly and rambling on and on about the drawings they made and their friends. Normally, your heart would bloom with adoration. Today, it made you sick.
You walked over to the fridge, pulling out the leftover container before (loudly) placing it on the island. “Dinner is served.”
He kissed Becca’s cheek before walking over, warily, like he was corralling a stray cat. “Thank you, sweetheart.”
You clenched your hands tightly, forcing a smile for the sake of the children. “You’re welcome.”
“Please-” He reached out, his hand grazing your waist. You almost fell for it, almost let him hold you, almost let him break down your walls.
“Stop.”
“You’ve got to-”
“I don’t have to do anything.” You spat the words out, like he was beneath a response from you. In your opinion, he was. “Eat your food.” The girls were blissfully unaware of their parents arguing, coloring at the dining room table. “Girls?” They looked up. “Say goodnight to Daddy, and go brush your teeth.”
They groaned, whining as they marched across the floor to hug their father. “Listen to your mother.” Bucky half heartedly corrected them. “Sleep tight, kiddos.”
“Daddy?” Brielle whispered in his ear.
“Yeah, baby?”
“I’m scared.”
“Why are you scared, sweetheart?”
“Monsters.” She whispered again.
His heart broke, and he squeezed her tighter. “Go brush your teeth, and I’ll be up in a second to scare them away. Okay?”
“Okay.” She kissed his cheek sloppily before grabbing her older sister’s hand and running toward the bathroom.
You shook your head, yelling after her. “Be careful, you two. Brie can’t run that fast yet.” No response. You huffed, sparing Bucky a fleeting glance. “I should go-”
“I-” Your step faltered, like you were waiting for him to say anything, to do anything to prove that he was still the man you loved. “Can we-”
“I’m tired, James.” Your eyes were watering, they’d been watering since you watched him walk through the door. “We can- I’ll sleep on the couch.”
“Absolutely not.” He scoffed. “No, I’ll sleep on the couch.”
“James-”
“Doll.” His voice broke. “We’ll talk in the morning, yeah? I’ll call in and-” A tear fell down your cheek, his hand twitching as it fought itself not to comfort you. “I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Night.” You whispered, walking away before you said something you’d regret. Before you told him you still loved him, and you always would.
“Daddy?” Brielle whined. “Where’s Daddy?”
You sighed, flicking the blinker to turn right. “Brie, Daddy has work.”
“I miss Daddy.”
“I miss him too, Brie.” Becca sounded utterly heartbroken. “But he’ll be here soon, right Mommy?”
“Right, kiddo.” God, you were going to kill him. “Alright. Who wants to play I Spy?”
You may or may not have reacted a tad impulsively. Early this morning, before Bucky had woken up, you’d gotten the girls and some of your things and driven out to your house in upstate New York.
You couldn’t stand being around him anymore, and you couldn’t face the reality that he wanted to leave you for his younger, prettier, secretary.
So you lied and said you could talk in the morning? He lied when he said that he would love you forever and then proceeded to cheat on you with his secretary.
Pulling into the driveway, you parked the car and got out of the driver’s seat, unbuckling the girls and laughing when they ran toward the tire swing, forgetting all about their toys in the back seat of the car.
You grabbed their things and yours before locking the car. “Hey Siri.” You spoke to your phone. “Call Pepper Potts.”
“What the hell did he do?”
Sam groaned, rolling over. “Good morning to you, too, Miss Potts.”
“Sam.” Pepper sighed. “I don’t know what he did, but you need to fix it.”
“He?” Sam questioned, whipping his covers off to open the curtains. “Who exactly are we talking about?”
“Bucky.” He should’ve known. Being friends with Bucky should come with a warning label that reads ‘prepare to clean up after his disastrous actions’. “Who else?”
“Alright, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“My best employee just called me in tears, saying that she needed two weeks off so that she could, in her words, ‘rearrange her life’. What the hell did he do?”
“Pepper, I swear to god this is the first I’m hearing of this.” He pulled open his fridge, situating his phone between his shoulder and ear. “Let me call him, and I’ll get back to you.”
“Fix this, Wilson.” Pepper huffed. “If he hurt her-”
“Alright, I'll talk to you soon.” He laughed. “Bye now.” Placing his phone on the counter, he groaned, searching for Bucky’s contact before pressing call. It rang for all of two seconds before his best friend’s panicked voice broke the silence. “Sam.”
“Bucky.” He sighed. “What’s going on, man?”
Bucky owed Sam for life.
Sam had told him everything and had even found out where you were. It had been a blur from there: he’d sprinted out the door, grabbing a beautiful bouquet of your favorite flowers from a street market (peonies) and sped down the interstate to you.
Now, here he stood, nervously swaying from side to side as he waited for you to answer the door.
Little did Bucky know, Sam had done much more than find out where you were. He’d also sweet-talked the security guard of Barnes & Co, and found the footage of Bucky’s office leading up to the incident. He’d texted it to you, told you that you should hear him out.
Now, as your hand lingered over the doorknob, the fear of addressing your darkest fears and insecurities stopped you from falling into the arms of your very innocent and noble husband.
“I know you’re there.” Bucky’s voice rang out from the other side. “Let me in, please.”
You forced yourself to yank open the door, eyes as watery as Bucky had ever seen them. Before either of you could say a word, the girls barrelled out of the front door, clinging to his legs. He grinned, walking inside with them still holding on for dear life.
Their laughter rang through the house, and you couldn’t help but sob, slapping a hand over your mouth so they wouldn’t hear. The tears fell in constant streams as the anxiety you'd let build up finally bubbled over. Bucky noticed, of course he did. He noticed everything about you. His eyebrows furrowed as he whispered to the girls. “Why don’t you two go play outside for a second? Mommy and I need to talk?” They nodded, racing toward the front door and slamming it behind them, leaving the two of you alone for the first time since you’d burst into his office.
He smiled softly. “Hey, honey.”
“Hi.” You sniffled, aggressively wiping away the tears that lingered on your cheeks. “Are those for me?”
He nodded, holding them out toward you. “Your favorite.”
You took them from his hold, walking toward the kitchen to grab a vase. Bucky immediately followed you, watching as you worked, as you removed the paper wrapping and cut off the bottom of the stems, as your shoulders shook from the silent sobs.
“I swear to you-” His voice was thick with emotion. “I swear on everything I love, that I would never, and have never cheated on you. It-” His voice broke. “She threw herself onto me, and I-”
“I know, Buck.” You placed the flowers in the vase, delicately fluffing them. “I know everything. Sam sent me the security footage.”
Bucky reminded himself to buy Sam anything he wanted after this. “I see.”
“I’m sorry.” You sobbed. “I’m so sorry-”
He stepped closer, hands itched to reach out and hold you. “Why are you apologizing, baby?”
“I felt like an idiot, walking in there and seeing this young, stunning, girl clinging to you.” Your hands began to clench. “And at that moment, I wasn’t shocked.”
“Wait a second-”
“She's gorgeous, Buck.” Your voice was the weakest it had ever sounded. “And after how long we’ve- I mean, it made sense to me. You’d lost interest. But then that thought broke me and I couldn’t- I-”
He couldn’t hold himself back any longer, pulling you tight against him. “How could you think that?”
You scoffed. “Well, I’m not exactly young anymore and-”
“You are-” He let his forehead fall against yours, his breath heavy. “You are everything to me, everything. The love of my life, the mother of my children…” He sounded almost angry as he spoke. “Do you have any idea how broken I was at the thought of you leaving me?”
You whispered, your hands gripping the material of his shirt tight in its grasp. “I love you.”
His lips pressed against yours so gently you could have sworn they’d never touched. “I love you so much more.”
You smiled, shaking your head. “Not possible.”
“Very possible.” He argued, laughing lightly. “Can’t survive without you.”
𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 : Hockey Player!Bucky Barnes x Figure Skater!Reader
𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗅𝗅 : cocky hockey boy x sassy figure skater, childhood enemies-to-lovers, fake dating, slow burn, mutual pining, jealousy, too many banters, forced proximity, swearing, alcohol use, sports-related injuries, flirting, the point is two idiots doing idiotic things and having idiotic feelings, no use of y/n, nicknames
𝖺/𝗇 : i knowww, i know… enemies-to-lovers? fake dating?? on ice??? could i be any more predictable???? but listen! don’t blame me, blame taylor swift! every time 'style' comes on, my brain just makes me imagine literally any sports romance... and it didn’t help when my brain whispered: what if? how am i supposed to resist that?! what if they grew up on the same rink? what if they’ve been trash-talking each other since forever? what if they became the two most world-famous athletes in their sports?? what if they meet again? what if, what if, what if, bla, bla bla... like, do you see the vision???
༘⋆ ❅ ･:*:｡ ❆
PROLOGUE : Beauty & The Beast
CHAPTER ONE : Home Sweet Home
CHAPTER TWO : Fight Or Flight
CHAPTER THREE : Mrs. Alvarez's Bakery
CHAPTER FOUR : Double the Trouble
CHAPTER FIVE : Bad At Love
CHAPTER SIX : Lights, Camera, Action
CHAPTER SEVEN : I Wish You Would
CHAPTER EIGHT : I Wanna Be Your
CHAPTER NINE : Lazy Day
CHAPTER TEN : We Can't Exist
CHAPTER ELEVEN : Lay Me Down
Other Chapters...
THOUGHTS ?!
Figure Skater!Reader is petty ?!
Figure Skater!Reader is Avenger's Puck Princess ?!
They’ve been rivals since the first time their skates hit the same sheet of ice.
They hate each other!
Wait, no. Scratch that.
They loathe each other very much.
On one side of the rink, you've got her — the Beauty. A prodigy, polished, elegant, adored. Everyone's darling of the figure skating world!
On the other side? Him. The Beast. The Avenger Hockey Team's loud-mouthed golden boy. Cocky smirk, rough edges, absolutely impossible to ignore.
For years, they clashed across the rink, a rivalry so legendary everyone in town knew about it.
One day, she left, chasing competitions across the globe. He stayed, chasing girls, headlines, fame, everything.
They thought they’d seen the last of each other.
They, ironically, were wrong.
Fast-forward a decade? They’re both famous, both thriving, both way too hot for their own good, and... oh! Would you look at that? They suddenly share the same rink again! Woohoo!!
And then it gets juicy. Because when Mr. Beast gets himself into a little scandal (shocking, right?), his PR team has a genius idea! Pair him up with the one girl who can make him look squeaky clean.
Yup!
Her. Beauty. The girl who would rather skate blindfolded into a wall than hold his hand.
Now, they have to face the real game.
It isn't hockey or skating.
It’s whether they can survive each other long enough to admit the simple yet painful truth.
“Did you seriously point at me after scoring?”
“Of course. Gotta dedicate my first goal to my biggest fan.”
“I was booing..."
“Sounded like love.”
summary; You walked in to Bucky and Steve having a threesome at a party, after that they were hell-bent on getting you underneath them.
warnings; voyeurism, exhibitionism, threesome, public fingering, squirting, corruption kink, masturbation, mouth fucking, loss of virginity, being sandwiched by two buff guys. innocent-ish reader, college!stucky.
word count; 7.4k
feel free to leave me any drabble requests in my inbox!
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“Um… I’m going to the bathroom… Do you know where it is?”
“Yeah, it’s upstairs. You turn left in the hallway and there’s like a bathroom in between two rooms. It shouldn’t be too complicated” Y/N nodded, saying thanks to Sam as she walked out of the room. It was a lot more crowded than before, Tony must’ve invited more people to the party. As she went up the stairs, she failed to realize how big the house actually is. Without even glancing to the right, she immediately took a left turn as she counted how many doors in the hallway. Shit, why are there so many? There were five doors, four on the right and one on the left. Sam mentioned that it would be in between two rooms, the question is, which one is it?
“Shit” She darted her eyes back and forth at the two rooms, trying to decide which one to pick. She had no idea why she was being so fussy, she could have just closed the door and moved on if she got it wrong but she felt like she would be rude to invade Tony’s privacy like that, “Whatever, he wouldn’t mind, would he?”
Tony is obviously rich. She had just realized that when she opened a door she was not supposed to. Tony was rich enough to be able to install soundproof rooms in his home and usually the purpose of those rooms is you can never hear what was happening on the inside and Y/N had to be honest, it was one hell of a soundproofed room.
Because she had never expected to see what was happening inside.
Opening the door, Y/N could see a dimly lit room and the air was strangely hotter than outside. On the bed, there were two men on their knees while a woman was on all fours, her head alternating between two cocks as she struggled to put them in her mouth. The two men were facing her and Y/N could obviously recognize who they were.
It was Bucky and Steve, naked, with their heads tilted back as they closed their eyes in bliss. The woman on all fours was sobbing, her cries so loud it was echoing inside the room.
It was so messy and Y/N could see it. The way Steve and Bucky had beads of sweat rolling down their sculpted torsos, the area around their pelvis and abdomen were covered in just spit and slick that was too much for Y/N’s mind. The way the woman gagged so loudly, crying and weeping around their cocks as Bucky would force her head to take both at the same time.
In situations like this you either run or pause and Y/N… she paused.
She was so shocked and startled that she couldn’t stop looking at the scene playing right in front of her. How filthy it was, all of it was almost… captivating.
It took a while for Bucky and Steve to realize Y/N was standing there, watching them in shock but Bucky was the first one to notice. He immediately made eye contact with her but he had no shame. Y/N was beyond terrified but it kept her there, his gaze kept her there.
Bucky wasn’t fazed by her presence, instead, through hooded lids, his plump lips that were once parted out of pleasure turned into a sinful smirk, a smile so sinister that it brought shivers down her spine. Bucky stared directly at her but then he looked down at the woman and let out a breathy laugh, looking at Y/N once again, he tugged on the woman’s hair, shoving two cocks so deep down her throat… All while looking at her. Taunting her, mocking her.
Y/N gasped, closing the door behind her as she ran downstairs and to the room where the others were.
Sam raised his brows at her, confused, “You okay? You look pale. Did you see a ghost or something?”
Y/N didn’t realize how much she was salivating until she gulped. She didn’t know what she was feeling and she wasn’t sure if she liked it or not but once she got back home from the party, she spent the whole night with her thighs clenched and her panties feeling dampened at what she just saw.
Suddenly, her dorm became so hot.
.
Bucky knew who she was. Well, to be fair he knew everyone and anyone. Since he was basically the ’king’ of campus, the name was quite overdramatic if he was being honest but it stroked his ego immensely. Steve was a kid that followed him around, soon enough he became Bucky’s little brother and they did everything together. Literally.
Y/N Y/L/N. Top student, the number two on the dean’s list—after his fellow friend Bruce of course. There was no doubt she was there because Bruce had invited her. A girl like her wouldn’t stumble into that kind of scene alone. Bucky almost wanted to laugh at what she was wearing—albeit a little cute but still. The purest sundress that made her look like she was going to church on Sunday morning, it all fits her good girl image a little too much.
But surprisingly, the good girl was a dirty little voyeur. Oh, he fucking knew one when he sees one and she was definitely it. Bucky can almost imagine her prude little self getting her cute cotton panties soaked while she tried to figure out how to get rid of the itch that settled right on her pure little clit. The innocent little thing probably became not-so-innocent once she found her hands sliding down her body as she fiddled with her swollen cunt. Bucky’s mouth almost watered as he imagined the sight, his cock twitching in his pants as he ignored whatever his professor was mumbling in front of the lecture hall.
Bucky was never the one to have a corruption kink. Prudes were hard to deal with. He would have to teach them shit and it was all a big fuss. He’d prefer sluts. Dirty fucking whores that would just beg to have all their holes to be filled with his cock. Cock-hungry sluts, that’s more like it. He wanted a free-use whore, one he can fuck whenever he wants, wherever he wants.
But Y/N? She might seem like a prude but Bucky had a feeling she wasn’t. Because why else she would just stand there with fucked out eyes as if she was begging for him and Steve to fuck her instead?
When class ended Bucky went to meet up with Steve.
“Steve, do you know who Y/N Y/L/N is?” Bucky questioned as the younger boy cocked his head to the side in confusion. Steve shook his head as he furrowed his brows at Bucky.
“Doesn’t ring any bells, why?” Bucky smirked at him as he pulled up a picture of her on her social media. It was a basic picture and it was the typical student picture that you can see on college promoting sites. Y/N had a wide smile, showing her sets of teeth with her fingers gripping on a pen and multiple books were stacked in front of her, showing the classic studious look.
“I wanna fuck her” Steve almost laughed at Bucky’s statement but with the blank expression on Bucky’s face, Steve indeed knew that he was being serious.
“I-I… Y-you can’t be serious… Her? Since when?”
“Since she watched us fucked Mazy last night” Bucky stated nonchalantly.
“She saw us?” Steve’s eyes widened, he was more shocked at the fact that he himself didn’t notice Y/N was standing there watching them. He was too engulfed in feeling his cock cramped and shoved deep down Mazy’s throat.
“Need you to talk to her, I know where she usually hangs out so it’s easier for you to find her”
Steve suddenly whined out his name, “Why does it have to be me? You’re the one who wants to fuck her”
“So you don’t want to join me then? Fine, I guess I’ll just do it by my—” Bucky started to walk away but Steve was quick to pull him down.
“Alright! Fuck, I’ll do it” Bucky smirked, patting Steve in the back.
“I would talk to her but I got a feeling she’ll run away once she sees me…” Bucky was usually the one who approached the girls they were interested in because the way he has words and his charm was a guarantee, 100% that they will end up in Bucky’s and Steve’s dorm that very night. It wasn’t that Steve’s game was lacking, he was actually quite shy and nervous especially when it comes to talking to the ones that are older than him. Bucky had assured him that he was going to be fine, if anybody was more timid than him, it was Y/N.
After they both hung out, Bucky went to class as he wished Steve good luck and not let him down.
Steve made his way to the library, where she obviously spends her free time next.
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Steve almost wanted to laugh at himself as he stared at the building in front of him. Never in his life would he thought he would step inside this building. God, he wouldn’t even be here if he was desperate. He sighed as he stepped in, the girl who was working at the front desk widened her eyes when she noticed who came in. Steve threw her a smile and somehow. She must have had all the systems in her body shut down because she didn’t know where to look and was frantically moving around as if she didn’t know where to go. Steve made his way to the back, Bucky had constantly reminded him that she would be in a closed space since she didn’t like being interrupted and that means one thing. Privacy.
Steve was deep inside the library to the point where he didn’t see people anymore. He searched the sittings from all sides, she was quite hard to find. But when he did, she sat in the deafening corner of the library and Steve had to wonder how she is not scared of being alone at a quiet place like this. There could be ghosts for all he cares and he wouldn’t spend a damn minute here.
Y/N sat there quietly with a book in her hands, ‘Sabbath’s Theater’. Steve had no idea what it was about and he didn’t care. He approached with a smirk on his face as he took a seat right next to her.
“Hi” Y/N, who was clearly startled, jumped in her seat as she clutched her chest. She didn’t know who was beside her but as soon as she looked, she almost fell off the chair she was sitting on. Her eyes widened as her heart pounded inside her ribcage. Steve was sitting right next to her with that stupid smirk on his face. Her mind started to wonder what the hell was going on. Why was he next to her? Was it because of last night? No, it couldn’t be, Steve didn’t notice her, “Couldn’t help but see that you’re lonely… Thought I could give you some company… Y/N, right?”
She wanted to act normal. She didn’t want to seem like a kid who got her hands in the cookie jar while getting caught. So she gulped, nodding her head as she tried to divert her attention back to the book. God, the timing was just so bad.
“What you’re reading there, hmm?” Steve pulled his chair closer, his hand was wrapped around her chair and he was so close, too close to the point where she can see the little freckles on his face. “Mind reading me a line?”
It was so inconvenient. Why now? Why only now that he decided to bother her at the library. The comfort in her own element and he managed to disrupt it.
“I-I… No…” She held the book to her chest, shaking her head as she started feeling warm. Well, she was already feeling warm before but this time, it was burning. “Go find your own book…”
“Aww… come on… I’m interested in what you’re reading…” Without a warning, like the asshole he is, Steve took the book forcefully out her hands as she gasped. Steve chuckled as he leaned in his chair, placing his feet on the table. Steve licks his finger as he opens a page, a page which she was on. His eyes scanned through the words as his eyes widened slightly but then the corner of his mouth twitched into a smirk.
“Even dead, Drenka gave him a hard-on; alive or dead, Drenka made him twenty again. Even with temperatures below zero, he would grow hard whenever, from her coffin, she enticed him like this. He had learned to stand with his back to the north so that the icy wind did not blow directly on his dick but still he had to remove one of his gloves to jerk off successfully, and sometimes the gloveless hand would get so cold that he would have to put that glove back on and switch to the other hand. He came to her grave many nights.”
“Bucky was right… you are a freak, aren’t you?” Steve didn’t expect someone like her to be like this. To read something like this - albeit a little fucked up but it almost made him laugh. Y/N was staring at him in shock as she snatched the book away from him.
“I-It’s for r-research…” She stumbled across her words. It was true. It was for her literature class. Steve just caught her at a bad scene.
“Sure it is… sweetheart…” Steve scoffed, “What, are you uncomfortable?”
“Y-You’re sitting too c-close” It was as if she could feel him breathing right next to her, their bodies were touching, Y/N wanted to move away but his hands were still wrapped on her chair.
“Don’t tell me you’re uncomfortable, sweetheart…” Steve almost laughed, “You didn’t seem that uncomfortable when you were watching me and Bucky’s dick shoved inside a girl’s throat… Did you like it?”
It was like he took all of the words out of her mouth. She was speechless.
“We’re curious… You know?” Steve leaned in, his face was so close to hers she could feel his breath hitting her cheeks. She was burning, every part of her burning from embarrassment… and something else. “We wonder… if you touch yourself after...?”
“S-Steve…” She stammered, her breath hitching as Steve started to hover around her neck, “I’m s-sorry…”
“What are you sorry for, baby? I’m not mad… I’m just asking you a question…” Y/N could scream, slap him in the face, tell him to stop if she didn’t like what Steve was trying to do to her but Steve knew she enjoyed this. She knew she enjoyed this, “Or… perhaps…” He suddenly gasps as a fake shock expression wash over his face.
“I… I…” Y/N was struggling to speak, her breathing had gotten heavier and her heart was pounding so hard she feared it might burst, “I d-don’t know… h-how…”
“It doesn’t shock me, baby… Got your nose stuffed in those books all the time your little clit must’ve been deprived hmm?” She whimpered at his filthy words.
“S-Steve…” She called out his name again, “P-please…” Steve smirked, his hands finding her soft thighs as he thanked her silently for wearing a skirt.
“What? You want me to teach you, baby? Here? Such a dirty little girl…” Steve growled in his ear as his voice sent shivers down her spine. His hand caressed her thighs softly as it started to inch higher and higher. Steve parted her legs as she looked down, her shyness getting the best of her, “Look up baby, wanna see your pretty face when I make you feel good…”
She hesitantly stared at him as Steve cursed underneath his breath. Ever since Bucky showed a picture of her, he had always thought Y/N looked quite… basic. But fucking hell, seeing her up close with her eyes all fucked out, with that cute pout on her lips makes him just want to take her in the library. Steve lifted up her skirt, as he spread her legs farther. She was wearing cute grey cotton panties with a little bow in the middle, the centre of her cunt - was soaked.
“Fuck, baby… You got wet because of me or the book, hmm?” Steve pushed her hair out of her neck as he softly kissed the pretty skin. She whimpered, feeling his plush lips starting to nip on the skin, threatening to break it and draw the blood to the surface.
“Y-you… not the b-book”
“Good girl…” Steve merely took his pointing finger and pressed on her swollen clit and it was all it took for her to wince and squirm. He chuckled, rubbing the nub softy, as the sweet little girl started to let out the cutest little whimper. He had never been with a girl like her before. So timid and shy. The girls he had been with were always confident, not afraid to let out their screams no matter where they were. Y/N was cute and he liked it. He understood why Bucky liked her too. Speaking of Bucky, he wonders if he’ll be mad if he started without him. “This is your clit… You know that right?”
“Y-yes”
“Good. When you rub it like this it feels good, doesn’t it?” Steve asked softly as he started to press harder but keep the motion slow and steady. Y/N whined as she nodded, not used to the overwhelming feeling as her hips jerked slightly, “Now, do it yourself, baby… I wanna see if you can do it or not, okay?”
“N-no! I want y-you to do it…” She whined once again, pouting at him, hoping he’ll surrender. Steve cursed once again, it was taking everything in him not to just fuck her right then and there.
“Be a good girl” Steve warned, the sternness of his once sweet voice startling her, “Or I won’t make you cum...”
She flushed, suddenly feeling so small beside him. She felt embarrassed to touch herself in front of Steve. She had never touched herself before. If she wanted to orgasm, her hips would find themselves rocking against her body pillow, her cunt would be grinding on the firm material and soaking them wet. That’s what she did after what she just saw at the party. Though it would never leave her satisfied, she is deprived and she needs this desperately even if it means someone might walk in on them doing this. The irony of the situation.
Timidly, her hand traveled down her body and to her pelvis. She looked at Steve one last time, her eyes pleading as her lips were formed into a small pout, hoping that he would help her instead. Steve kissed his teeth as he motioned for her to continue, his cock would twitch in his pants, feeling excited to see her touch herself for the first time. Her fingers slipped inside her soaked panties as she found her engorged clit, softly rubbing it in circular motions as she shuddered.
“Good girl…” Steve praised softly, whispering into her ears with his deep voice as his hand found the top of her head, softly caressing her hair as if she was a kitten. “I wished Bucky could see how pretty you look, baby…”
“Steve… N-not enough… W-want m-more…” She cried out as her hands started to move frantically on her pussy. Steve could feel his mouth drooling at the sounds that her sopping cunt created, her pussy was so wet with her own slick that every move she made squelched deliciously. “P-please… S-Steve…”
Steve kept quiet as he watched how the pretty girl touched herself. Her head was thrown back and her eyes were closed, she was leaning all the way back in her seat as her legs were spread wide. Steve’s hand lowered down to her thighs, caressing them as he moved her hands away.
“Take off your panties, sweetheart” Obediently, she lifted her hips as she took it off. She was about to place it on her back but Steve snatched it away. Lewdly, Steve brought the damp fabric up to his nose as he inhaled the sweet musky scent from the fabric that touched her little wet cunt, he hummed to himself as he held himself back from licking the wet patch on the fabric. If he wanted to taste her slick, he needed to taste from the source itself. But that was for another time. Y/N was beyond shock but it only made her stomach coil in need. Steve stuffed the panties in his pocket as he smirked at her.
Steve replaced her bare cunt with his fingers, skillfully rubbing her pussy as she bucked her hips up, thighs shaking at the pleasure his fingertips brought her. The whole time he was rubbing her, he kept a close eye on her face, enjoying how blissful she looked for him. Steve had no idea his encounter with Y/N would lead into this and he had to thank Bucky for that.
Steve played at the thought of fingering her. It was obvious that she was a virgin and it might become a discomfort but she was wet enough that Steve was confident his fingers could slide right in and so he did—he teased the entrance, prodding his fingertips in as she suddenly caught his wrist.
“I’ve n-never done t-that…”
“Well, you gotta practice…” Steve reminded me, “How else would you take me and Bucky’s cock? Hmm”
She felt slightly threatened at the remark—maybe a little excited but still. From what she saw that night, the girl was struggling to take their dicks, how does she do that when she’s never even encountered one before?
“Have to stretch you out, baby…” He pushed his fingertip in as she whimpered in shock, “Fuck, you’re so fucking tight… I can’t even put my finger in, sweetheart”
“S-Steve! Hurts!”
“Shh… Shh… Baby… It’ll be okay soon, hmm? It’ll feel so good. Be a good girl, okay?” Steve assured, rubbing her clit once again to ease her pain, “Relax, don’t be too tense or it will hurt so much more…”
“O-okay…” She whispered as she started to take deep breaths for him. She didn’t know how but Steve managed to put his whole finger in, he started to wriggle the digit inside her tight walls and she squirmed in his grasps. Steve then collects a dollop of his saliva as he proceeds to spit on her cunt to act as a lube. He was afraid to hurt her as he moved his finger. The action made her clenched her pussy and it made Steve smirk.
“Such a dirty girl… You love being so wet and messy, don’t you? You love it when I spit on your cunt, wonder how you’ll react if I spit in your mouth hmm?” Every word that comes out of Steve’s mouth never fails to sound like the greatest sin, “Bucky loves to spit too… Hmm, maybe we’ll just make you so wet and messy all with our cum and spit? You’re just gonna be drenched in us, baby…”
Steve was shocked to see how Y/N was twitching and screaming underneath him, her thighs shaking while loud whines escaped her lips as she tried to scoot away from him. Steve had the need to literally tie her down.
Y/N was tortured on the other hand. She had no idea it could be this good, and she had no idea why his pattern changed. He was so attentive and slow but Steve had picked up his pace little by little. Steveq moved his digits differently now. Instead of going in and out, ramming them inside her—he was moving them rapidly up and down, hitting her in spots she didn’t even know existed. Steve was great before but right now he’s just amazing. He’s so amazing that she was crying, wanting him to slow down yet move faster at the same time. Y/N was screaming in his hands, the tears started falling as her hips bucked up violently.
His other hand also moved in sync, rubbing her swollen clit at a fast pace trying to get the good girl to cum as fast as he could and repeat the process over and over again. Steve was going to make her first orgasm memorable and he wanted to leave her wanting more.
Steve could feel her walls clenching on him, restraining his movements and he knew she was close. He went harder and harder, pressing down on her puffy nub as she screamed and Steve had to cover her mouth once again, the tears on the corner of her eyes were evident.
“You gonna cum, aren’t you, baby? Are you gonna be a good girl for me? Hmm? I’m gonna make you feel so good, sweetheart. I bet nobody has ever made you feel this good hmm?” He whispered, enjoying hearing the cry of pleasures escaping her mouth. Y/N could feel it coiling in her lower tummy, it grows bigger and bigger and for a mere second Y/N thought she might have done something else because it felt so familiar
Her back arched as her thighs closed on Steve’s hand as if they were trying to grip on something. Something so unexpected had happened that shocked both of them. Y/N could see the black stars invading her vision as she literally felt like she was knocked out for a second. The next thing Steve knows, he can feel the gush of a stream hitting his hand as she twitches in his grasp, panting rapidly as if Y/N had lost her breath. The clear stream of liquid told its tale and Steve knew exactly what it was.
“Holy fucking shit” He muttered, feeling the sense of pride and amazement grew bigger and bigger inside him. Other things grew bigger too.
“S-Steve… I’m so s-sorry… I’m so e-embarrassed. I don’t know what came over m-me” Y/N on the other hand, thought she had an accident. She didn’t know what exactly that she did but she knew it wasn’t anywhere near normal. “Steve…” She whined out his name, wanting to cry in humiliation.
“Fuck baby that’s so fucking hot…” Steve was still speechless. His eyes admired the literal wet mess before him, a huge puddle in the chair, her thighs and cunt were absolutely drenched and so were his fingers. “Fucking hell, babe”
“Baby, I can’t believe you just squirted…” Y/N, like the angel she was. She obviously didn’t know what it was as she whined again because she had a feeling Steve was going to make fun of her and tell all of his friends about what happened. “Baby… No, no, no, no… You pure thing, you don’t even know what squirting is, do you?”
“All I know is that it’s disgusting…”
“Y/N, it’s completely natural—fuck, I can’t move on from this… We need to try it again…” Steve suggested as Y/N’s eyes widened, “Fuck, if Bucky knew about this…”
He was going to kill him.
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Steve had given her his number right after what happened. He also claimed that there was no point to lie so he confessed that Bucky had his eyes out for her since she walked in on them the other day. She was still embarrassed but Steve let the topic slip through his mouth like it was nothing. It had been almost a month since they met and Y/N still hadn't called him, she felt anxious and again—embarrassed. Y/N did everything and anything to avoid them, she even stopped going to the library, fearing Steve might look for her there.
But lately, it had been stressful and she needed to unwind.
Her fingers keep hovering on her phone screen, itching to just tap the caller ID and just give in. But how would she even say it? How was she supposed to say to Steve that she desperately wanted to be railed but not sounding like a virgin slut at the same time? It wasn’t ideal, no—to let someone like Steve take her virginity like that, she wanted it to be special but after getting finger-banged in the library she doesn’t really have that much choice does she?
Y/N - Steve?
Steve - Who’s this?
Y/N - It’s… Y/N… Do you remember me?
It would’ve been embarrassing if he didn’t remember her. It was possible though, Steve did have girls lining up to have a go at him apparently.
Steve - How can I forget you, sweetheart?
The pet name never seems to fail, making her blush.
Steve - I can’t believe after so long only now you’ve decided to text me.
Steve - I missed you.
Seen.
She can’t deny it didn’t make her heart flutter just a tiny bit. It seemed like her mind became completely blank as she stared at the screen.
Steve - Baby?
Y/N - I’m sorry, I was cooking some fries.
Cooking some fries? Are you dumb?
Steve - What did you save my contact ID as?
Y/N - Steve. What else would I save it as?
Steve - Aw… :( come one darling. I think I’m special enough to have a nickname right? A pet name? I saved you as a cute baby, don’t you like that?
She wanted to cringe but it was… Kinda cute?
Y/N - I saved you as Stevie, is that alright?
Stevie - much better, baby.
Stevie - now tell me why you’re texting me. I was convinced you didn’t want to see my face anymore since you don’t go to the library nowadays. Have you been avoiding me, sweetheart?
Y/N - I’m studying at my dorm.
Stevie - oh so you lie now?
Stevie - hmm, should I punish you for being a bad girl?
Y/N could suddenly feel her legs shut together as her thighs clenched. Feeling slightly daring, she bit her lips as her nails tapped on her screen.
Y/N - what would you do to me?
Stevie - why don’t you come and find out, sweetheart?
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“Are you scared of me?” Y/N was sitting so prim and proper on top of his bed, his hands were clasped together and she refused to look him in the eye. The girl was nervous and he knew it but he wasn’t going to do anything that she might now like. Y/N shook her head at Bucky but still not meeting his eyes, “I need a verbal consent, sweetheart”
“I’m not s-scared of you…” She stammered. Bucky took his hand out of his pocket as his finger found her chin, tilting her head up so she would look at him with the pure gaze that he loved so much. “P-please…”
“What exactly do you want, sweetheart?” He whispered softly but loud enough for her to hear his voice. Y/N hesitated for a moment, the words can’t seem to come out of her mouth. “I can’t give you what you want if I don’t know what it is”
Fuck, Bucky knew what he was fucking doing. His voice was deep, deeper than usual. Usually, he had his tone higher up a pitch to sound more friendly but he sounds completely different now. It was doing so many things to her, one of them being her cunt starting to slowly seep with arousal.
Steve decided to let Bucky take the wheel this time as he sits back and watches how the girl mentally crumbles to Bucky’s domineering aura. Bucky had always taken charge whenever they were fucking someone, it made sense that he was older. Steve by no means was a sub, he just followed Bucky’s orders well. Well, that’s what leads to this situation.
“I know I’m a stranger to you baby, and you have never talked to me before… But I know you’re a whore, sweetheart. Drop the good girl act and say what you fucking want before I bend you over and spank the answer out of you” That sentence alone made her whimper. His voice is getting stern and louder and it intimidates her tremendously but in a good way.
“P-please… I… I really…”
“Hmm?” Bucky hummed, urging her to continue. “Go on baby, you can do it. You don’t want your ass to be red and purple for the whole week, do you?”
“P-please f-fuck me…” Just saying it made her want to crawl into a hole and stay there forever. She was so shy she wanted to curl up into a ball, hoping Bucky and Steve wouldn’t laugh at her. Little did she know, it fed them the corruption kink that they never knew they had.
“Such a good girl… You know your manners well, don’t you, doll?” Steve quips.
“I know it’s your first time so we’re gonna be gentle… Alright? We don’t wanna hurt you” Bucky assured her as his large hands petted her hair like she was a kitten, “Safe word is cute, baby…”
Steve scoffed at him but Y/N went and obediently nodded.
“D-don’t want, g-gentle…” She frowned cutely, “W-want it like h-her…”
The statement made both Bucky and Steve widened their eyes in surprise. Bucky chuckled darkly, caressing her soft cheeks.
There’s no surprise what a fucking slut she was.
“Steve… Since you two had too much fun already without me, I think it’s only fair I get my turn… Isn’t that right, baby?”
Bucky was the apex predator in this situation. He was hungry, everything in his mind said so. He wanted to devour Y/N whole because she was his prey. Bucky pushed Y/N on the bed quite roughly as she squealed, making him smirk. His smirk, so sinister and maybe slightly evil and devious it made Y/N want to cower away from him—like predator and prey. Y/N laid in between his knees as he took off his belt to show her the prominent bulge in his boxers and from what she could already tell, Bucky was massive. He took no time pulling it down as his big cock sprung up towards his stomach, all angry and red with veins on his shaft, “You’re our whore tonight right? Our personal whore? You’re only good for serving our cocks, become our cock sleeve, hmm? We’re not going to let you cum, you don’t fucking matter, only we do, is that right? Hmm?” Unexpected Bucky had raised his hands on her face as he started slapping her, not enough to hurt her but enough to let her know his intention, “Dumb fucking slut, so hungry for our fucking cocks hm?”
“Y-yes… I’m a s-slut… I-I want your cock, p-please give it t-to me… P-please” She was in fact a desperate whore, from the way she was crying for his attention, she wanted to be a good girl and warm his cock for him. Bucky ran his fingers through her hair as he gripped on her scalp pulling her head up towards his cock as she yelped.
“Suck it, slut” Bucky forced her mouth onto his cock as she timidly started to suck him, she could only get the tip in and it was starting to make him extremely frustrated, “Tap my thighs, that’s your safe signal”
He then gripped tighter on her hair as he shoved down his cock in her throat, forcing her to take all of his massive shaft down, not bothering when he heard how she struggled and gagged to swallow it all. Tears started to form in the corner of her eyes as she tasted the precum that was smothered on the slit of his tip. Bucky wasn’t shy to make sounds, he was moaning and grunting so hard each time she pushed her head deeper and deeper. Steve cursed as he watched the situation unfold, taking out his cock as he started to jerk off to the sight.
She was being such a good girl, she tried hard to hollow her cheeks making sure Bucky felt good. Beneath her, her panties were soaking wet, if she was naked, if would’ve dripped down the floor.
“F-fuck! Shit!” Bucky pulled her head off his cock, as he panted heavily, throwing his head back as he tried to regain his breath, “F-fuck baby, your mouth is so fucking good. But fuck, I want to feel your pussy first, hmm?”
“W-what about Steve?” Bucky smiled, wiping her glossy face with his thumb as he hummed at her, “Won’t he be a-alone?”
“I have a thing in mind that I want to do with him, but first I’d have to stretch that tight virgin cunt out for you to take my own cock baby…” She whimpered at the statement and she nodded and plopped on her back, Bucky chuckled at how cute she is as he exchanged glances with Steve who had been fairly quiet the entire time Bucky played with the little kitten. Serves him right, the little brat touched his sweet girl before he ever got the chance, “But I don’t know if you can take what we’re going to do to you…. Hmm… Do you think you can take it?” Bucky muttered teasingly as his hands explored the cute pink panties with a little white bow on the center of the garment. Cute, his favorite colors…
His fingers hooked onto the band, pulling her panties down, revealing her plump fat cunt that looks so delicious and enticing. Her pussy lips were so big and swollen that he had to part them away to reveal her equally swollen clit that was all pink from the lack of touch it received. Bucky licks his lips as he starts to play with the slick that it produced, swirling it all around her pussy and she starts whining, begging for him to just touch the parts that mattered.
“Such a desperate fucking slut… You’re drenched just by sucking my cock, did you fucking like it that much, hmm?” When she wasn’t responding, Bucky immediately smacks her clit, earning a moan as she thrashes around. Bucky wasn’t giving her single slaps, he was slapping it so rapidly that her juices were starting to splatter on the bed, “You fucking speak when I fucking tell you to!”
“S-sorry!” She shouted out as she started to cry, she was a sobbing messed and fuck did that turned the both of them on, “Y-yes! I love it! I-I love to s-suck you cock! I’m sorry! I’m s-sorry!”
Bucky laughed at her, wiping the tears off her face, “Such a pathetic little whore for cock”
“Y-yes…”
“Well, I’m going to fucking give you what you want… Hmm?” Bucky lowered his head between her legs as he collected a dollop of saliva in his mouth, he spat aggressively right on her swollen nub, spitting more and more saliva until she was completely drenched. He wanted to make sure she was so wet and slick that she would be able to take his cock.
Well, both of their cocks.
“F-fuck, this is your first time and I’m going to try and be slow… I can’t promise how long I can handle myself, sweetheart…” Bucky stated as he lined his tip on her wet center.
He pushed his cock slowly as he grunted, feeling the warmth of her walls immediately encased on his shaft, Bucky cursed, feeling as if it was already too tight for him to even move, how the fuck was he going to fit two cocks in the tiny little pussy, “S-shit… Stevie… I-I, fuck! She’s too fucking tight, I can’t even push myself in…”
“Fuck, Bucky… Just get on with it alright, I’ve waited long enough”
Underneath the older man, Y/N was trying to relax, or else the pain would become much greater if she was tense. She can’t help but sob at the feeling of being so stuffed and filled just by the tip of Bucky’s cock. She started to whine louder and louder each time he pushed his shaft an inch by inch, forcing himself into her walls. Bucky was so big she could feel him in her tummy.
“S-so… F-full… S-so good… More please more…” She begged for him to move as Bucky complied, slowly moving in and out, fearing that he might hurt her. Bucky threw strings of curses every now and then, indulging in the velvety and warm walls that gripped him like a vice.
“Don’t fucking ask for what you can’t promise baby, you’ll be weeping by the time me and Steve are done with you”
“Please… It feels so good”
“Fuck, he gave you his cock once, and now you’re a braindead slut that only thinks with her cunt hmm?”
“Steve, come here”
Steve stood up with a smile on his face as he licked his lips, now it was finally his time to join in and he was suppressed enough.
“You want cock. You are fucking desperate for it. Well, we’re going to fucking give you our fucking cock” Steve lifted her up as Bucky supported her body so Steve could lay underneath her. Bucky smirked sinisterly as the confused girl, as he laid her back down on Steve’s chest, “I hope you can take both of us at the same time baby”
“No! It’s not going to f-fit!”
“Oh, we’ll fucking make it fit, sweetheart…”
From behind, Steve had placed his cock right underneath Bucky’s as he slowly started to push his length in. Y/N started to scream when she felt the sudden intrusion of Steve’s equally large dick.
“S-so full! No!”
“You keep saying no but I don’t hear your safe word being used hmm? Don’t fucking lie to me you slut, you fucking want this don’t you? Hmm? Answer me when I’m speaking to you!” He smacked her face once again as drools started to escape her mouth, she looked so filthy and worn out but she was far from tired and he knew it.
“I love it! I l-love being stuffed and f-filled by y-your c-cocks!”
“Thank us”
“T-thank you! I—T-thank you!”
Steve had managed to cram his cock inside the tight little space, two cocks stuffing one hole at the same time. At this point, she was so stretched out and they knew she was going to be so fucking loose after this.
“S-shit, Bucky… F-fuck, let’s move” The younger boy grunted as he wraps his arms around his waist. Their hips started to move, their cocks sequentially thrusting in and out of her abused hole, cramming it inside as she sobbed and cry in between them. So engulfed in the pain and the pleasure that she no longer had the ability to speak. Bucky and Steve had literally managed to fuck her dumb.
“Fuck Bucky, I don’t think I can last long like this”
“M-me too, fuck! She’s so fucking tight” Steve’s cock started to twitch inside her walls, Bucky knew he was going to cum soon because he could feel Steve’s dick throbbing underneath him. With a couple more thrusts, Steve spurts his hot cum deep inside her womb, strings, and strings of his seed, planted inside her cunt, “Fuck! Fuck! S-shit!”
“Shit, don’t pull out yet fuck I’m close!” Bucky came shortly after filling her with the same white liquid that filled her so much to the point where her tummy was just bulging with cum. Steve and Bucky pulled out at the same time, her whole gaping so wide that they could see their cums pooling deep inside.
“F-fuck, shit… Look at this” Her cunt started to convulse, her pussy contracting so much to the point where she started to push so much of their cum out, dripping onto the damp sheets.
Y/N’s condition wasn’t the brightest, she was panting quite hard, her mouth was wide open as her eyes were rolled back into her skull. She could no longer comprehend what was happening or if it even ended. All she knew was that she was stuffed so well that it left her feeling so full despite them being done with fucking her.
The atmosphere in the room was also damp and hot, the smell of sex and cum lingered in the air as the three of them laid in the bed, mindblown about what just happened.
Y/N had fallen asleep with two men by her side, her body was red and bruised. Her cunt was abused and gaped. Her face was covered in sweat and spit. She was filthy.
“If this is what friendship feels like, I don't even need a relationship.”
“Everything okay? You’ve been acting weird.” “I’m good.”
“Life's too short to waste with the wrong person, you know?” “Yeah… I think I do.”
“I can talk to you about really anything. You make me feel so safe.”
“Whatever it is, you can talk to me.” “I really can’t this time.”
“Ugh, I just want someone to hug me and tell me it'll be alright.” “I mean, I'm right here.” “Not you!” (lie)
“I don't get it either. It's just that no one makes me feel the way you do I want to feel.”
“It's hopeless. I'm never gonna find someone.” “Don't be stupid. You're a great catch.”
“Don't talk about yourself like that. You're fucking hot.”
“You know how much you mean to me, right?” “Of course I do.”
“We'd make a great couple, wouldn't we?”
“We've been super close for as long as I can remember.”
“You know what? Next time you find some loser who is just going to play you, don't even tell me. I can't watch you waste your time again.”
“I don’t get it. I just feel like things aren’t the way they used to be between us.”
“They thought we were a couple! Isn't that funny?” “Yeah. Hilarious.”
“Ugh, I still don't have a date for the dance.” “I mean, we could go. Like, as friends.”
being protective when they date someone else, but of course just because they're looking out for them and don't want them getting hurt. they deserve the best, after all
staring at their lips as they talk, admiring their beauty. but like, platonically of course. just appreciating how awesome their friend is!
drunken kisses and making out dismissed as meaningless/just fun/just pretend
talking about them at every opportunity, to a point where others just assume they are together until they are corrected
‘Oh yeah, all those times I called you the most important person in my life and I cried when you got into a relationship was totally platonic why do you ask’
jokingly calling each other “wife/husband/spouse”
not knowing where the playful flirting ends and real feelings begin
Edward and Rose ripping limbs off each other over petty sibling snits. Newborn Bella getting overly excited during the arm wrestling match and accidentally putting cracks in Emmett’s hand when she slams it down. Edward getting violently ill after eating Bella’s tear (was it worth it?). Jasper being unable to ever go shirtless around humans for any reason because he has a chunk of his torso missing from his stint in the southern vampire wars (a newborn took a bite out of him and swallowed out of spite, so now he looks like a surfboard after a shark attack). Edward actually backhanding Mike Newton through a wall (he gets away with it; it was flimsy drywall, Mike was drunk as a skunk at the time and doesn’t remember the next day, and no one else saw). Carlisle running experiments on himself and his family at the Cullen house—Bella drops in for a visit and sees Rosalie bored and texting on the dining room table with her stomach flayed open dissection-style. Jake having trouble shifting back into human form after breaking all the bones in Eclipse so he’s stuck as a wolf for a week and mopes around Billy’s house as the biggest saddest most pathetic dog in history. Vampires and their marble/crystalline skin being so heavy they need to be careful about which surfaces they walk on
Please spread this around. Don't let ANYONE lie and say my community is anything but ASTONISHINGLY UNITED in rejection of ICE's behavior. This crosses generations, race lines, party lines, class lines. THAT is how bad ICE is. THAT is how bad we want them gone.
THAT is how loudly we are DEMANDING they leave!
Do you understand what a crowd like this means in a small city like Minneapolis??? In weather that hurts to breathe???
Not banning adverbs, just helping you avoid the icky ones.
1. Swap the adverb, not the meaning.
Instead of:
“He whispered angrily.”
Try:
“He hissed the words between his teeth.”
2. Replace “said” only when it changes tone.
Not every line needs flair! But sometimes:
• mused (thinking aloud)
• snapped (tension)
• muttered (quiet frustration)
• chirped (bright and quick)
3. Alternatives to ‘almost’ that aren’t icky.
Objects: brushing against, bordering, adjacent to
Actions: poised to, ready to, about to
States: akin to, resembling, not quite
Misc: a whisper from, at the cusp of, within reach of
Example:
Instead of:
“She was almost smiling.”
Try:
“A smile hovered at the edge of her mouth.”
Punctuation as a Writing Superpower
Punctuation is mood.
1. Em-dash = drama or interruption.
“The decision — reckless as it was — already felt final.”
2. Semicolon = linked thoughts.
“The storm hammered the walls; inside, her hands wouldn’t stop shaking.”
3. Colon = emphasis or explanation.
“He wanted only one thing: answers.”
4. Ellipses = hesitation or fading thoughts.
“I thought I saw someone behind the shed, but…”
5. Intentional fragments = emotional punch.
“The letter fell from her hands. Silence. Then breathing. Then panic.”
Ways That Fear Can Show Up (Without Saying “Fear”)
When it creeps:
• Foreboding — the air feels wrong before anything actually happens.
• Ominousness — silence that feels almost... purposeful.
• Misgiving — your instincts tugging at your sleeve, whispering, "Don't."
When it hits fast:
• Shock — your brain blanks
• Startled— your heart slams, you inhale
• Panic — thoughts fracture; your instincts beg for escape
When it lingers:
• Tension — jaw locked, shoulders up near your ears.
• Anxiety — background noise that lingers in every thought
• Dread — knowing something bad is coming and having to wait for it.
When it turns physical:
• Shivers — cold crawling up the spine.
• Sweat, dilated pupils, skin gone pale — your own body betrays you.
• Weakness — knees like jelly, grip unreliable.
When it overwhelms:
• Terror — too big to think around.
• Horror — something has gone wrong.
• Paralysis — body refusing orders.
When it distorts reality:
• Paranoia — patterns where there are none.
• Suspicion — every sound feels intentional.
• Unease — the sense of being watched without proof.
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