My secret fantasies out for the world. its 18+. Read at your own fucking risk these are my fantasies and are just an outlet.dont take anything seriously
All you have to do is ask, I’ll do anything you want me to. Just ask me, Doll.
Those words play over and over in your head as you stare around your workspace. You can practically feel his deeply spoken words on your skin followed by his soft lips moving over your neck. His hands on your waist, pulling your back into his chest before wrapping his arms around you.
“You say the word and it’s yours”
You groan under your breath, fidgeting in your hard chair. Even when he’s not with you, Bucky drives you crazy. Although you saw him a few hours ago before you left for work, you miss him. He had tried his best to get you to stay in bed, those wicked lips of his were all over your body, his hands teasing you until you almost gave in. His fingers dipping in your core until you clenched down, his hot mouth roaming over your nipple, chest, neck, as he worked your body into needy, restless frenzy giving you two early morning orgasms with the promises of more “if you don't’ leave me doll”
Now as you stare at the ceiling, you wish you had stayed with him instead of going to work. You’re tired and irritated and if your boss tries to give you one more thing to do, you might scream.
You pull out your phone and gaze longingly at the lock screen. You had taken a photo of him one early morning, the early rays of the sun stretched across his face making his blue eyes glow, he had a sleepy grin and tousled hair from the night before. Most people only see the stern mafia boss, but you get to see all of him. These soft moments are captured on your phone and are ingrained in your memory.
You make it through another thirty long minutes that felt like 30 hours when your boss gave you even more work on top of your already loaded pile. His curt orders for you to hurry up grated your very last nerve. This wasn’t even your responsibility, and it was also the final straw. You take your phone back out of your pocket and set it in front of you.
You tap his face and wait for him to answer.
“Bucky,”
His warm deep voice springs through the phone and you feel better already, “Hi Doll and don’t ask me if I’m busy, I’m never busy when it comes to you,”
Summary: You're proud hoodie thief. Your boys have had enough, they just want one damn it.
Pairing: Steve x Reader x Bucky
Warnings: Smut, Minors DNI
If they didn’t want you to steal their clothes, they shouldn’t smell so good. And it’s not your fault that their hoodies are so damn soft.
“Mama said there would be days like this,” you sing, dancing around the living room, using the duster as a microphone. Sliding across the hardwood floors in your socks. You pull a cupcake out of the hoodie, taking a bite before pushing it back in the pocket.
Its a Saturday afternoon and you’re kinda cleaning, more having your own personal concert in the living room, close enough. You’re in the middle of your favorite song, when the music is cut off. Startled from your daydream, you look up from the couch to see your super soldiers standing over you.
You scramble to your feet, flinging yourself at Steve, “You’re home,” you squeal. Bucky puts his arms around you, sandwiching you in between their bodies. You stay like that for a few minutes, sharing i love you’s kisses and hugs.
When Steve sets you down, you inspect them. Their hair is damp so you know they must have changed at the compound, Steve is wearing his tight white tshirt and black sweatpants, Bucky in your favorite blue Henley and jeans. You check each one carefully for any injuries, happy that they’re back safe and intact.
Then Steve decides to ruin the moment, “Is that my hoodie?”
You sigh heavily through your nose. Not this again. You tilt your head, staring him down, “no its not your hoodie, its mine”.
When they groan in unison, you push up your sleeves ready for this argument once again. They can share everything including you but let you take one, one damn hoodie (and some other clothes) and suddenly its an issue.
“Steve you wear toddler clothes and Bucky you-” you purse your lips, “you decided to get all beefy on me and can’t even fit in half of them”.
Steve splutters, his teeny tiny shirt bulging around his biceps as he tries to look menacing. You slide a finger under the shirt, giving him a pointed look when your finger gets stuck.
Bucky looks at his arms, “I didn’t get that big” he mumbles.
You yank your finger free turning to the pouting super soldier, “If you were any bigger you could take the Hulk’s position,” you laugh.
You pull the soft hoodie over your face, inhaling the faint scent of mint and pine. This one belongs to Bucky. You can never choose which one’s your favorite, Steve has a hint of vanilla and evergreen on his clothes that drives you insane.
“These are my hoodies now, you and them belong to me”, you emphasize with a wave of the sleeve.
“I want at least one back,” Steve sighs.
You laugh into the sleeve, “No,” When he opens his mouth again, you flick in him in the nose with the string. “I. Said. No. Steven.”
Bucky glares at you, his blue eyes flashing. You pat his butt, nudging past him with your hip.
“You’re not going to do anything about it,” you toss over your shoulder, looking through the fridge for that cake you hid earlier, “so shut up and go put your uniforms in the washer”.
Bucky and Steve exchange knowing glances, they silently back out of the room. By the time you find get your cake and a glass of milk, you no longer hear your boyfriends.
When you step out into the hall you’re ambushed, Steve snatches your plate and cup, Bucky tosses you over his shoulder. He ignores your screeching, bounding up the stairs to your shared bedroom.
He tosses you on the bed, watching you bounce twice before settling on the duvet. “What the hell, Bucky--”, you cry, “-my cake,”. Steve saunters in the room, swiping his finger through the frosting, waving it at you before plopping it in his mouth.
“You- son of- mother-,” you stammer indignantly. That was your cake. “How dare you,” you hiss, moving to your knees.
Steve’s eyes narrow playfully at you before moving past your shoulder, “Hey Buck, show her whos in charge in here”.
Before you can respond, you’re flat on your back being pulled down the bed until your legs dangle off the side. Bucky reaches up and pulls your panties down over your flailing legs.
Steve leans against the wall, setting your glass on the dresser, he picks up the fork, pointing it at you. “Leave the hoodie on since she loves them so much”.
Bucky laughs, “good thinking pal,”
Bucky grabs your hands with his vibranium one, spreading your folds with his warm fingers, “Look at this Steve, our doll likes being tossed around,” he holds up a glistening finger.
Steve walks over, putting his mouth around Bucky’s finger, sucking it with a low groan, “better than the cake huh?”
Steve licks his lips, “way better, but I’m still eating this while you eat her”, he takes another bite of your cake, chewing slowly.
You try to wiggle off the bed but when you date two supersoldier, you can’t get away unless they want you to and right now one of them wants you on the bed.”Give me my cake Ste-oh god”, you scream ends a choked moan when Bucky latches on to your clit taking you by surprise, “shit
He lets go, flattening his hot tongue moving up and down your folds, alternating with deep slow kisses that pull your bud into his mouth. Steve watches you come apart on the bed, your back in a high arch as Bucky tightens the coil in you. While he wishes he could see your pretty tits, you have to learn a lesson here. The chocolate melts on his tongue mingling with your sweet taste.
Soon you’re screaming Bucky’s name, your body wracked with pleasure, furiously grinding on his face as you ride your high. When your orgasm fades, Bucky glances up at you with a smile, his face shiny with your slick.
“And its my turn,”
You turn your head, seeing Steve give your plate to Bucky. He walks over and kneels in front of you. You try to catch your breath, shaking your head at a grinning Steve, the fiendish look in his eyes making your heart drop. He flips you over, his hands parting your thighs.
Putting your weight on your elbows, you lift your head. He slides his cock between your folds, teasing your entrance, “you don’t run things here sweetheart,” he quips before pounding into you so ferociously you cant speak, only moan and grunt as he wrecks your body.
It continues, them trading off to have their turns with you, when one is in you, the other is grabbing snacks. Soon you’re dripping in sweat, burning up from that damn hoodie but they won't let you take it off. The once green material looks black from how soaked it is. Its heavy on your skin, you can’t take it anymore.
When Steve tags in Bucky for the sixth round, you give in, “please I’m sorry, you can have them back,” you beg, “let me take it off,” reaching out to Steve with tears in your eyes.
They exchange grins, Bucky slowing his pace, letting his cock rest in you. They coo over you, “Aw doll, we got you sweetheart”, its all jumble above you.
Steve yanking the hoodie off you, it falls to the floor with a wet plop. You sigh, relieved ,shivering when the air hits your sweaty skin, Steve runs his hands over your chest warming up his skillful fingers, Bucky resumes his pace until he’s slamming into you. The bed rocking from the force of it, Steve’s soft lips slanting over yours.
As you start to edge to another explosive orgasm, you vow to get revenge for your hoodie and your cake.
Young Pepa to herself: Finding a frog under my pillow, Julieta saying she hates me, Bruno saying he hates me, tripping and falling and having everyone see and make fun of me...
Young Félix: ....What are you doing?
Young Pepa: The farmers need rain and me being sad and crying is the best way for me to get rain without also bringing lightning. All of my hair falling out, being alone forever, having to wear colors that clash with my hair....
Young Félix, about to cement himself as Pepa's new best friend (and Bruno and Julieta's favorite person): Has no one ever tried just... Making you laugh so hard you cry?
I feel you so much for the brother thing!! He never helps around the house and makes it worse for everyone because he never cleans up after himself 🙄 But he’s a man so it’s “normal” 🙄🙄
it’s so fucking shit huh 😶 like i’m so busy with uni rn and i just need a bit of help to get household things done but nope that’s too much to ask lmfao
In my case it's my sister I'm glad I can rant just a little about this. My dad is paying for my university and I feel like I need to over compensate with my participation around the house because I feel guilty because he is paying a large sum for me. Both my sisters think its perfectly alright to leave me to cook and clean and actually get up early and get shit done because I'm not going to complain to my parents about it. While they lounge about and literally GAME . It's unfair but I'm probably not going to do anything about it .
I post this every year but it’s worth it to remind myself to plant flowers, in the garden and in my mind and whenever I get a chance, in the hearts of others.
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