Summary: Finding a new life in a new town, you stumble upon a Honey farmer at the town market. You both have pasts that have shaped the way you now live your lives, but can you find a way of putting them behind you to find happiness?
Pairing: ‘Lucas’ Syverson x Female Reader
Fandom: Henry Cavill, Sandcastle (Movie).
Ongoing Genre: Fluff, Angst, and Smut
Story Warnings: Slight Angst, Talk of a car accident in the past, Anxious Sy, Mild Embarrassment, First Date Nerves, Kissing, NSFW, 18+, Smut, Fingering, Grinding, Hot Tub Frolics, Handjob, Titty Sucking, Nudity.
Chapter 6 Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Smut, Fingering, Oral Sex (Female Receiving), Angst, talk of abusive past relationship
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I cannot wait to see who the ex will be!!!!! Very excited to see protective sy (so yummy) but also see how reader handles this now that she has found some peace and flourished. Yay!
see you next shift part 1 ◦ see you next shift part 2
pairings: steve rogers x reader, mean!fwb!bucky barnes x reader
summary: your fuck buddy, bucky barnes, challenged his best friend, steve rogers, to see who of the two of them could fuck you better, and it's time to see who you enjoy more. however, when you can't decide, the shift doesn't end how you'd hoped.
a/n: whew ok i did not expect this chapter/part to be so long but here it is!! it's very filthy, very smutty and i had so much fun writing it—so i hope y'all enjoy it!!! also as a heads up, there WILL be a part 4. i don't have a timeline on when i'll be able to write/post that, but there will be at least one more part/chapter!!
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Sunday evening shifts were already your favorite at the coffee shop, but this would be no normal Sunday evening shift. It was the day your coworker Bucky Barnes had declared would be when he and Steve Rogers would settle a competition between the two of them—with you at the center of it.
Your shift started as it always did, with you tying on your apron and punching into work in the mid-afternoon amid a rush of college students and harried parents needing caffeine before they continued on with their day. You greeted your coworkers, noting that Bucky and Steve weren’t there yet, and chatted idly as they finished up the daytime shift, restocking for the evening. You’d gotten to the shop a little early, too excited for what Bucky and Steve had planned for you to sit around your apartment any longer.
When the best friends walked in the back door, you felt the air in the coffee shop change, though you didn’t think any of your other coworkers noticed. You were all too aware of Steve walking up behind you. He surprised you by putting his hands on your hips and brushing his chest against your back, getting so close, his scent wafted over you—like clean laundry and fresh air.
“Hi, sweetheart,” Steve murmured in your ear. He shifted you gently to the side so he could move around you and continue on to the other end of the counter where the drinks were made. Words stuck in your throat and all you could manage was a wave when he turned around and caught your eye, his blue gaze sparkling. Though he’d only touched you for a moment, heat flooded your body.
It was all so distracting, you barely noticed Bucky come up behind you, but you felt the heat of him at your back, your body swaying into him without thought. “Hey, dummy,” Bucky said, low in your ear, one of his big hands grabbing your ass and squeezing tightly. You gasped softly, biting your lip against a moan. “You ready for tonight?”
Nodding frantically, you turned and caught Bucky’s eye over your shoulder. You were more than ready to let both Bucky and Steve fuck you in an effort to see which of them could fuck you better. Bucky’s typical smug grin curled the edges of his mouth as he looked down at you, no doubt reading your thoughts all over your face.
“Good,” he said simply, letting go of your ass and giving it a light swat before he followed his best friend down to the drinks end of the counter while you stayed at the register.
At that point, it was time for the daytime workers to clock out and you took over the register, stepping in to take the order of a couple of friends getting coffee together. For the next couple hours, you worked as diligently as you always did, taking orders and cashing out customers. But, unlike other Sunday evening shifts, there was a thrum of anticipation beating steadily through your blood, keeping a simmering heat alive in your core. No matter how busy it got, you couldn’t forget what would happen once the coffee shop emptied as it always did in the evening.
What made matters worse, your attention was always split, with a part of you constantly aware of where Bucky and Steve were and what they were doing at any given moment. If you hadn’t worked at the coffee shop long enough that most of it was muscle memory, you would’ve been more worried about messing up orders. As it was, you couldn’t bring yourself to make small talk like you usually did with the Sunday customers. Instead, you were too focused on sneaking glances at Bucky and Steve any chance you had.
You didn’t know if it was because you knew what was coming, but both men looked especially hot that Sunday evening. Bucky wore his standard black t-shirt and black jeans, looking like the ultimate bad boy. His intense blue eyes kept sliding to you every chance he got, sending a thrill through you. Your fingers ached to rake your nails through the scruff decorating his chiseled jaw, or grab onto his soft brown hair. Your body throbbed, remembering what it felt like to be bent over by Bucky, his big hand wrapped around your throat and the muscles of his biceps straining as he pinned you down and took you.
But your eyes weren’t only for Bucky anymore and you found yourself looking at Steve more than you ever had before. He was similar to Bucky in certain ways—they were the same height and both had blue eyes—but so different at the same time. While Bucky was the bad boy, Steve was the personification of the boy next door, so sweet and respectful. With neat blond hair and a classically handsome face, Steve was the type of guy you took home to meet your parents.
You wondered, for the thousandth time, especially since Bucky had decided on this competition, what it would be like to fuck Steve. You knew he’d be soft and sweet with you, but did that mean he’d be boring? Something about the heat in his blue eyes every time he caught you looking at him told you he’d be anything but boring. Either way, you were eager to find out.
When the coffee shop slowed down and the lobby emptied out, you took the opportunity to go to the bathroom and clean yourself up a bit. You were pretty sure you’d ruined your panties, having soaked through them just from the anticipation of getting to fuck both Bucky and Steve. You did your best to get rid of the evidence of how embarrassingly wet you were for your fuck buddy and his best friend. You didn’t know which of them was going to fuck you first, but if it was Bucky, you knew he’d tease you mercilessly.
Before you left the bathroom, you splashed some cold water on your face, hoping it’d cool you down a little. While it was a bit of a relief, it did little to douse the ache between your thighs or the heat in your core. Already, you could feel yourself dripping into your panties again. With a defeated sigh, you dried your face and hands and headed back into the shop.
Bucky and Steve stood behind the counter, both leaning casually as they talked, though they wore serious expressions. You stopped for a moment to admire the men, appreciating their handsome faces and strong bodies. It sent a thrill of excitement through you to know that you’d have both of them before your shift was over.
A sharp thread of worry pierced through your chest as you thought, not for the first time, that there was no way this little competition didn’t have a lasting impact on your relationships with Bucky and Steve. Sure, what you had with Bucky was more of a situationship at best, and you barely knew Steve beyond just being coworkers. Sometimes, though, when you thought about what they had planned for you, you couldn’t help but worry that you could lose what little you had.
It scared you so much, you refused to think about it. So you pushed aside all thought of losing one or both of them and stuffed your worry down deep. Instead, you stepped behind the counter, catching the men moving to stand facing each other. While you watched, they held their hands out in front of them and you cocked your head, unsure what they were doing.
“Rock, paper, scissors, shoot,” they both chanted, each of them lightly hitting a fist into their other palm. On the final word, Bucky kept his fist closed while Steve opened his flat.
“Ah fuck,” Bucky groaned, his head falling back as his eyes closed with defeat. Steve grinned triumphantly and patted his friend on the shoulder. It didn’t seem either of them had noticed you yet.
“Don’t worry, Buck,” Steve said good-naturedly, even though he couldn’t seem to wipe the excited grin from his face long enough to look even a little bit sympathetic for his friend. “I’ll take good care of her.” Steve slid his gaze to you, heat blazing in his blue eyes.
You’d figured out what they were doing and you finally found your tongue enough to speak up. “You guys played rock paper scissors to see who’d fuck me first?” you asked in an astonished voice.
Steve had the grace to blush a little and shrug sheepishly, while Bucky just stared at you with an unrepentant look on his face. “It was either that or flip a coin, dummy,” Bucky said in a dry tone. “Would you rather we did that?”
Squirming as your core throbbed, you admitted to yourself that the way they treated this so casually was turning you on. To them, you just shrugged noncommittally, squeezing your thighs together against the ache. “I guess not,” you mumbled, avoiding Bucky’s gaze as he watched you squirm, knowing full well how much being treated like an object turned you on.
When neither you nor Steve moved, Bucky grabbed his best friend’s shoulder and shoved him in your direction. “Well, get on with it, Stevie,” Bucky said, laughter and a little bit of an edge in his voice. “Show her what it’s like to be fucked all soft and sweet.” His voice was mocking, a cruel smirk on his face.
Steve stood beside you and you couldn’t help but lean into the warmth of him, like your body knew what was coming and couldn’t wait. His arm went around your lower back, steadying you and you smiled shyly up at him. Bucky seemed to notice the exchange because he snorted derisively.
“When you’re done, Stevie, I’ll empty my balls in the cumdump, just like she likes,” he sneered, gripping himself through his jeans and apron. He caught your eye as he shook himself at you. “I’ve been saving up just for you, dummy,” he said, smirking, his eyes only for you. “I know how you love it when I fill you up with such a big load my cum leaks down your thighs.”
A shiver of need raced down your spine and your eyes dropped to Bucky’s bulge, unable to stop yourself from staring greedily at it even with Steve’s arm still around you. Bucky laughed, though it sounded a little strained. “Don’t look at me like that, dummy, or I’ll forget this competition and just use your tight little pussy to get off right now.” He let go of himself and shooed you and Steve away before he turned back to the counter, where he continued restocking cups.
For a brief moment, you considered begging Bucky to follow through on his threat, but then Steve shifted in front of you, his hand cupping your chin gently and tilting your face up to look at him. He held you like you were something precious and it made your heart flutter pleasantly in your chest. A soft smile curled your lips as you looked up into Steve’s handsome face.
“You still sure you wanna do this, baby?” he murmured quietly, just for you to hear.
The worries that had plagued you earlier threatened to resurface, but you shoved them down so Steve wouldn’t see any hesitancy—you knew he’d call it off if he did. You only let yourself feel excited. Your smile widened and you had to bite your lip before it turned into a full-blown grin. “I’m sure, Steve,” you said, nodding eagerly.
Steve’s blue eyes searched your face, and when he seemed satisfied you were answering honestly, he dropped his hand from your chin and laced his fingers with yours. You gave Bucky one last glance, but he wasn’t looking at either your or Steve. As Steve led you to the store room, you had a sudden fantasy about what it would be like to be Steve’s.
He didn’t seem like the kind of guy who’d be satisfied with a friends with benefits arrangement, instead wanting to call you his girlfriend. He’d take you on dates and buy you flowers and pretty lingerie, and he’d take care not to rip it when he fucked you in it. Your heart thumped excitedly at the idea, but you reminded yourself that, as far as you knew, having sex with Steve was only going to be a one-time thing. You were still…something with Bucky, and you didn’t want to lose him, even if it meant you could date Steve.
When you stepped into the coffee shop’s store room after Steve, you sucked in a surprised gasp. Steve had strung up fairy lights around the top of the shelves, giving the room a warm yellow glow. It was still a boring old store room, but the fact that Steve put in even a little effort to make you more comfortable meant so much. It was more effort than Bucky had ever gone to the entire time you’d been fucking him.
Steve turned to you, catching the look on your face. He wound his arms around your waist and tugged you into his chest. “It’s not much, but I wanted to at least try to make this special for you,” he murmured, a soft look on his face as he stared down at you. The amount of affection in his blue eyes took your breath away. “D’you like it, baby?”
“I love it,” you told him honestly, wrapping your arms around his neck and going up on tiptoes to kiss his cheek. “Thank you.”
Chuckling, Steve tightened his arms around you, holding you pressed tightly against his chest. His blue gaze went heavy-lidded as his eyes trailed down your face to your lips. “Don’t thank me yet, baby, I haven’t even made you cum yet,” he rumbled in a low voice, humor and heat in his voice.
Steve began walking backwards, towing you with him until he sat on a large box filled with machine equipment that had been delivered to the store that week. Your manager still hadn’t opened it, so it was sturdy enough to hold you both. You straddled Steve’s lap, your legs spreading wider when he opened his legs and forcing you closer to him. Steve held you flush against his chest, your faces only inches apart. Anticipation hung in the air between you.
The blue of Steve’s eyes was dark and intense, like the Atlantic Ocean on a rainy day, heat and affection and something deeper churning in their depths. “If I do anything you don’t like, you tell me to stop and I’ll stop, you got that, baby?” Steve asked in a soft, gentle voice.
Your hands rested on his chest and you could feel his heart beating steadily beneath your fingertips, the stability of it grounding you in that moment with Steve. You were pretty sure there wasn’t anything Steve would do to you that you wouldn’t like, but you nodded all the same, trusting him entirely.
“Need to hear your words,” he urged, cupping your chin again. He held you so tenderly that you felt more cherished than you could ever remember feeling.
“Yes, Steve,” you whispered, enraptured by his blue eyes and deep voice. “I got it.”
He smiled softly, so much fondness filling his expression, you could feel it seeping into your heart, making it flutter and pound for him. You didn’t know what to do with so much emotion and you shifted on Steve’s lap clumsily, but his other hand pressed to your lower back until you settled, feeling his bulge against the apex of your thighs.
“If there’s anything you need, you tell me—you got that, too?” he asked, ducking his head so he was at your eye level.
You nodded before remembering his gentle command. “Got it.” Your words were barely more than a whisper, your mind already distracted by the feel of him hard between your legs. But then Steve grinned and you were stunned by just how handsome he was.
“Good girl,” he all-but purred, towing your face closer to his so that your mouths were only separated by a hairsbreadth of air. You could feel his breath puff against your lips and you squirmed on his lap again. After a moment of silent deliberation, Steve went on. “And if you’d like, you can call me daddy,” he said, his voice dropping even lower on the last three words.
A zing of heat and want shot straight to your core at the idea of calling Steve daddy, but before you could respond, he closed the distance between your mouths. His lips sealed over yours in a gentle first kiss. Steve pressed against you in a soft, sweet pressure, the perfect first kiss you’d expect from the charming boy next door. What you didn’t expect was how much you enjoyed it. As Steve kissed you, you could feel yourself melting in his arms, giving yourself over to him and his sweet kiss.
For a long time, Steve only kissed you, taking his time to explore your mouth and see what made you gasp and moan. You felt like a teenager again, making out with a guy you had a crush on in the store room of your job. It felt perfect and pure and you never wanted it to end.
But there was a need inside you that wouldn’t be satisfied with just kissing, and after a while your hips began to move, grinding down on Steve’s bulge in slow movements. Steve’s mouth broke away from yours and he trailed kisses down your neck while you clung to him with your hands buried in his blond hair, riding his bulge as much as you could manage.
“Tell me what you need, baby,” Steve urged, his teeth gently raking against your thrumming pulse.
Your heart pounded in your chest and need throbbed in your center and for a second you forgot how to speak. A whine tumbled past your lips before you could stop it, and Steve chuckled into your skin, his hot breath against your clothed chest making you squirm.
All of a sudden, you couldn’t stand to be wearing clothes anymore. You were too hot and they were too stifling and you wanted to feel all of Steve pressed against all of you. “Clothes off,” you mumbled, tugging at the front of your apron and shirt. Without thinking, you added, “Please, daddy.”
Steve groaned, his face pressed to your collarbone so you could feel the sound reverberate in your own chest. “You sound so sweet calling me that, baby,” Steve said, sitting up and looking down at you with a pleased smile on his face. “I’ll never get enough of it,” he murmured, tucking some of your hair behind your ear and dropping a quick kiss to your lips.
You blushed and ducked your head, but Steve didn’t let you get away with that for long. He guided you to stand and then helped you strip out of your clothes, laying them neatly on one of the shelves to the side of the store room. He kissed every inch of your bared skin, paying particular attention to your nipples, licking and sucking them into tight little peaks and grinning at the sounds you made. Then he trailed his lips down your stomach, peeling your jeans down your legs. When he’d divested you of your pants, he kissed along the edge of your panties, teasing you, but he left them on.
It was strange, standing almost naked in the store room of the coffee shop where you worked, but Steve didn’t give you a chance to dwell on it. He gathered you into his arms and sat back on the box, situating you so you were seated sideways across his lap. Your arms wound easily around his neck and he pulled you in for a kiss.
While he kissed you, Steve stroked his hands down your body, helping you to relax against him and fall back into the moment. One of his hands slipped between your legs, cupping your sex over your panties. He groaned low in his throat against your mouth at what he found there.
“You’re so wet, baby,” he rumbled, a smile in his tone. His lips ghosted over yours as he spoke and you could feel him grin against your mouth. Your thighs trembled as he spread them gently, his blue eyes heated as he stared at you. “How’d you get so wet, sweetheart?” A faint grin curled the edges of Steve’s mouth and you pouted.
“You and Bucky were teasing me, daddy,” you mumbled, looking down at his big hand cupping you between your thighs. Your breath hitched when one of his fingers rubbed slowly along your slit, dipping between your folds through your panties. Your hips twitched against his hand, wanting more.
Because you weren’t looking at his face, you didn’t notice when Steve’s attention shifted from you to something else, something in the doorway of the store room. “How were we teasing you, baby?” Steve asked in a low voice.
“Touching me, looking at me,” you muttered, sucking in a sharp breath when Steve circled your clit lightly through the thin fabric of your panties. “Reminding me what you’re gonna do to me.” A whine fell from your lips and you tried to hump against Steve’s hand, needing firmer contact, but he just kept touching you lightly, holding you pinned down in his lap with his other arm.
“Hmm,” Steve rumbled in sympathy. “D’you need daddy to take care of you, baby?” he asked, his tone so soft and gentle, it made you squirm and whine quietly.
Squeezing your eyes shut against the onslaught of sensation, you let your head fall against Steve’s shoulder as you gave in to his light caresses. You felt pleasure spark from every spot he touched, sending a burning heat coursing through your body. “Yes, daddy, please—need you to fuck me,” you begged on a gasp, your whole body trembling in Steve’s arms.
“You wanna tell me again how she only likes it rough and mean,” Steve rasped, his tone sharper than he’d been using with you.
It took you a long, hazy moment to lift your head and blink your eyes open. His words and his tone didn’t make sense, but then you saw Steve wasn’t looking at you. You followed his gaze to see Bucky leaned against the doorway of the store room. Your fuck buddy had his arms crossed over his chest and an unreadable expression on his face. When your eyes trailed down his body, admiring the way he looked propped against the doorway, you saw his cock was hard and straining against the front of his jeans, poking through his apron obscenely.
At the sight of Bucky’s bulge, your thighs fell open even wider of their own volition, and you moaned softly when your cunt clenched desperately around nothing. Your body craved to be filled and Steve had wound you up to the point where you didn’t care who did the filling.
Heat sparked in Bucky’s blue eyes as he watched your reaction to him, a smirk cracking through his expression and making him look like his normal self. “Have your fun, Stevie,” Bucky said, pushing off the doorway and rearranging himself in his jeans so his hard on wasn’t as obvious. “But don’t come crying to me when she’s begging you to fuck her rougher and harder and you’re so far gone in her tight little cunt, you can’t help but pound the fuck out of her.” With that, Bucky stepped out of sight, leaving you alone with his best friend.
Beneath you, you felt Steve’s cock twitch against your ass at Bucky’s words and you whined, squirming on his lap and trying to get more friction against his hand that was still between your thighs. “Daddyyy,” you whimpered, your slit dripping down your ass and probably leaking through your panties to Steve’s jeans.
Steve seemed to snap out of his thoughts, and he shushed you with a gentle kiss. “Don’t worry, baby, I’ve got you,” he murmured when he pulled away. Pressing his forehead to yours, his fingers curled around the edge of your panties and he pressed one inside.
Although Steve’s fingers were longer and thicker than your own, it paled in comparison to what you really wanted. Even though it felt good to have him inside you, you shook your head and whimpered again. “Need your cock, daddy, please,” you begged, staring into his eyes. “No more teasing.”
Steve’s breath left him in a stuttering whoosh and he closed his eyes. His finger, still buried to the knuckle inside you, curled and you both groaned. “So fucking warm and tight around my finger, baby, you feel so good,” he murmured, dropping a kiss to your lips before withdrawing his finger and bringing it to his mouth.
While you watched, he licked your desire from his skin, his blue eyes darkening and going heavy-lidded at your taste. The sight was so hot, you couldn’t help but squirm, need pounding through every inch of your body. “Daddy,” you whispered, the word a desperate plea.
“Right, right, no more teasing,” Steve muttered, pulling his finger from his mouth. He gathered you up against his chest and stood, laying you down on the cardboard box he’d been sitting on and pulled your panties off. Steve quickly shucked off his apron and undid his jeans, reaching inside and pulling his cock out.
He was so perfect, he almost looked unreal—his dick long and thick with veins running up the length to the head. Just the sight of him made you whine, wanting to feel him inside you already. Impatience thrummed in your bloodstream.
Steve fisted his cock and stroked himself as he stared down at you with a fond smile on his handsome face. His blue eyes, heated with desire, were entrancing, and you felt yourself melting beneath the adoration in his gaze. You spread your legs wider for Steve, opening yourself up and offering your body to him.
His responding grin was more than a little appreciative as he stepped closer, settling into the cradle of your thighs. Steve pressed his cock between your soaked folds, using his thumbs to hold it in place as he thrust against your drenched pussy. His length bumped over your clit with every stroke, making you twitch and cry out.
“Daddy, daddy, daddy,” you babbled, your hands finding Steve’s forearms and clinging to him. Your nails dug into his skin as you held on to him desperately, your mind clouding with pleasure even as your cunt clenched around nothing, begging to be filled. You whined, unable to force out the words you needed to get him to thrust inside you.
“Such pretty sounds, baby,” Steve praised, warmth in his tone. He pumped against you a few more times, coating himself in your arousal. You were so wet, you were sure you were both dripping with it. Finally, Steve pulled back enough to press the head of his cock against your entrance. “Look at me, baby,” he ordered in a low rasp, need threaded through his voice.
It took a moment before his words sunk in and then another to get control of yourself enough to do as he asked, but you managed to open your eyes and look up at Steve. Your hands squeezed his arms tighter, trying to pull him closer.
He grinned and leaned down over you, planting one hand on the box beside your head. “Good girl,” he said. Pride bloomed in your heart, heat settling deep in your core at his praise. Steve grinned like he knew exactly how good he was making you feel. “Keep looking at me, baby, I wanna see your pretty eyes when I sink into this sweet pussy for the first time.”
Heat rose in your cheeks at his dirty words, which didn’t make sense since Bucky said much filthier things to you all the time, but it was the intent in Steve’s eyes that made you feel a little shy. Still, you nodded, eager to finally feel him. “Okay, daddy,” you mumbled, staring up into Steve’s gaze, feeling more than a little mesmerized by the man.
It suddenly struck you again how much your relationship with him and Bucky was going to irrevocably change by the end of your shift. There was no way it couldn’t, not after all that you’d already done with Steve—not after the way he’d made you feel cherished and worshipped and adored. And, even though you hadn’t felt it inside you yet, you already knew there was no way you were going to be able to forget about Steve’s cock. Even if Steve and Bucky wanted to go back to the way things were, there was no way you could. You knew, at the very least, you were changed.
Before you could figure out how you felt about that, Steve pressed against your tight hole until the head of his cock popped inside. All thought fled your mind at the feel of him stretching you. He didn’t feel quite as thick as his best friend, but it still took you a moment to get used to the feel of his big cock.
Steve paused, giving you time for your body to adjust to him, leaning down and kissing you softly while he waited. When he pulled away, leaving you breathless, he hovered above you, watching your face as he pushed inside you another inch. He was so hot and hard and you were so greedy for him, your hips raised up off the cardboard box as you tried to take him deeper faster.
“Ah, ah, pretty baby,” Steve chastised you lightly, pressing his big hand to your stomach and holding you down so you couldn’t force him deeper. “Daddy’s in charge—I decide how slow or how fast you’ll take my cock.”
Your cunt clenched down around the tip of his dick at his words, trying to draw him further into your body. He grunted at the feel of your tight heat clutching at him. You whined, your shoulders thrashing on the box as you kept looking up at him like you’d been told. “Please, daddy—need you.”
Steve shoved another inch of himself inside you, your pussy clamping down on him greedily while you moaned as he stretched you. His arm, still braced next to your head, shook slightly at the control it took him not to bury himself to the hilt inside you before you were ready. He moved down onto his forearm and thrust inside you another little bit, stretching you open for him. Your legs widened to accommodate his hips and you cried out, your face contorting in pleasure as he filled your tight cunt.
“Good girl,” Steve murmured, watching your face eagerly, like he was getting off on your pleasure as much as he was your body. “Taking daddy’s cock so well, being such a perfect girl for daddy.”
A pleased grin broke across your face at Steve’s praise and he smiled back at you, so handsome and perfect above you. “Kiss, daddy,” you mumbled, tilting your head up and offering your lips to him.
“Such a good girl, baby,” he cooed before giving you a sweet, slow kiss. “So good, using your words just like daddy told you,” he mumbled against your lips. He deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue into your mouth and kissing you senseless. While you were distracted, Steve pushed the rest of the way inside you slowly, swallowing your moans as he stretched you. When he pulled away, his eyes raked over your face like he was checking on you. “Feel good, baby?”
You grinned dazedly, pleasure pumping through your blood and making you feel hazy and drunk on the thickness of Steve’s cock inside you. “Sooo good, daddy,” you whispered, your words almost slurring because you felt so good.
Above you, Steve chuckled. “That’s my girl,” he rumbled, pulling out and thrusting back inside you slowly, dragging his cock against every inch of your sensitive hole. “So soft and sweet and perfect for daddy.” When he bottomed out inside you again, he ground against the very end of you, his pelvic bone rubbing against your clit and making you cry out.
Your arms wrapped around Steve’s back and your fingers fisted in his shirt, but you weren’t satisfied with not being able to feel his skin so you tugged it up, whining, “Off.”
Steve got the hint and reached over his shoulder, yanking his shirt off over his head, tossing it somewhere off to the side. The move left his blond hair disheveled and you smiled up at him, struck by how handsome he looked. His face was filled with lust and need, the muscles of his broad shoulders shifting as he moved—and it was all for you.
Desire for Steve consumed you, and you tugged his face down to yours for a kiss. His body covered yours on the cardboard box. You were glad it was sturdy, because Steve started fucking you in earnest and you would’ve been devastated if anything had gotten in the way of feeling him inside you. Steve’s thrusts were slow, deliberate, making you feel every single inch of his cock before pumping back inside until you were filled to the brim with his hard shaft.
Just as Bucky and Steve had both promised, he fucked you soft and sweet, and it drove you wild. Pleasure pounded through your blood, winding tight within your body, and it made you greedy, it made you want more. Your legs climbed Steve’s sides, feet digging into his back as you tried to make him move faster. “More, daddy,” you begged, your voice a thready whine. “Harder, faster, please, daddy!”
Steve huffed a laugh against your skin before rising up and grinning down at you, a little bit of smugness in his expression. “What’d I tell you, baby,” he said, not giving you time to respond. “I’m in charge.” He thrust inside you, hitting a spot so deep it made you cry out and your back arch up off the box as stars burst across your vision. “And you’re going to be a good girl and take daddy’s cock exactly how I want,” he muttered, punctuating his words with deep thrusts that had you gasping for breath.
Though you didn’t know how it was possible when your body demanded more, Steve’s slow pounding was pushing you inexorably to the brink of your release. Your pleasure coiled into a tight knot in your center, your body tensing and clenching around every hard inch of him as he thrust inside your dripping pussy. “Daddy,” you sobbed, your inner walls fluttering as you felt yourself teetering on the edge of ecstasy.
“So good, baby,” Steve cooed, kissing your cheeks and lips as your face twisted with pleasure. “Your pussy feels like fucking heaven around my cock—so tight and warm,” he praised, still fucking you in slow, deep thrusts that had shivers racing down your spine. It was too much and not enough at the same time, and his words just make the torture of his pleasure that much worse. “I could fucking live in your pussy, baby, it’s so fucking perfect—you’re so fucking perfect.”
A loud sound halfway between a sob and a moan wrenched free from your lips and Steve quickly covered your mouth with his own to muffle your cry. He shoved his cock deep in your hole, grinding against your clit, and the knot of tension inside you snapped as pleasure overwhelmed you.
Between Steve’s words and his body working you like he was the master of sweet and soft fucking, you were lost. You came hard, your entire being shattering apart beneath Steve as he kept steadily pumping into you, his cock dragging along your clenching walls and hitting that spot inside you that had you seeing stars. “Daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy,” you babbled when Steve pulled away from your mouth, his own breathing heavy.
“Such a good fucking girl, baby, coming all over daddy’s cock,” Steve rumbled, picking up the pace of his thrusts as he chased his own release. His hips slapped your thighs, and the box beneath you shook with the power of his thrusts, all of it making you moan uncontrollably, which only seemed to spur him on. “Gonna cum deep in this pretty pussy, gonna fill you up—ya want that, baby?”
“Want your cum,” you murmured immediately, nodding your head eagerly as you rode out the aftershocks of your orgasm. You reveled in the feel of Steve fucking you harder, moaning at his hard cock so thick inside you. “Please, gimme your cum, daddy.”
“Fuck,” Steve hissed, his thrusts turning sloppy as he neared his release. “I’ll never get enough of your pretty lips calling me daddy, baby,” he mumbled, staring down at you. “Or your sweet cunt,” he added, pounding into you.
You dragged him down for a messy kiss, your lips sliding against each other as he took his pleasure in your body. Steve thrust into you a few more times before he shoved himself deep and you could feel his cock throb and twitch. He groaned as he came, his seed spilling deep inside your pussy and filling you up just like he’d promised. You smiled, your pussy fluttering and greedily taking his cum.
When Steve was done, he collapsed on top of you, his forearms braced on either side of your head so he didn’t crush you. His heated forehead pressed to your collarbone while he caught his breath. Lazily, you combed your fingers through Steve’s blond hair, messing it up and smoothing it down again as you lay there together, still entwined. Steve rumbled a happy sound deep in his chest, and you could feel the vibrations where he was pressed against you.
You wished you were in a bed so you could properly cuddle with Steve and revel in the feel of his softening cock still in your pussy. But just as soon as you had that thought, you pushed it aside when it threatened to lead you down a path of thinking you weren’t ready to explore. Like what happened after your shift was over.
Before either you or Steve could fully catch your breath, Bucky strolled into the store room. “Alright Stevie, you’ve shown her what it’s liked to be fucked all soft and sweet,” he said, his voice mocking as he came to stand beside the cardboard box where his best friend’s cock was still buried in your pussy, Steve’s cum leaking out around it. “Now, will you let me show you how much she prefers being used like a little fuck toy?” Bucky raised an eyebrow in challenge.
Steve grumbled a little, but he stood up and carefully eased his cock from your pussy. A small moan slipped from your lips when you felt his release spill from your hole and slide down to your ass. Steve’s gaze darkened and a muscle in his jaw ticked as he watched his cum slide over your rosebud, like he was hypnotized by the sight.
Impatiently, Bucky gave his friend a light shove and Steve stumbled out of the way, leaning heavily against the shelf off to the side. Your gaze focused on Buck as he stepped between your thighs. He’d already thrown his apron over his shoulder and was pushing his unfastened jeans down his thighs to free his cock. Bucky pumped his hard length in his fist as he stared down at your messy, dripping pussy. A cruel grin curled the edges of his mouth before he brought his other hand down in a sharp smack on your sensitive flesh.
You didn’t know what was worse, the embarrassingly loud wet sound Bucky’s hand made on contact with your wet pussy, or the filthy moan that tumbled out of your mouth at the sting of searing pleasure. Your clit was already so oversensitive that it throbbed from the single smack, and your body twitched as you were overwhelmed with sensation. Bucky grinned wider at your reaction and slapped your pussy again and again and again, watching as your whole body jolted with every smack. Your thighs spread wider and your pussy gushed harder as you moaned mindlessly through his delicious torture.
“See, Stevie,” Bucky said gloatingly, glancing at his best friend.
Steve was still leaning against the shelf, staring at you. He’d tucked his cock back into his jeans, but he hadn’t otherwise put himself back together or made any other moves to leave you and Bucky alone in the store room.
“Dummy here loves being treated like nothing more than a toy,” Bucky went on, slapping your pussy hard enough that a choked, garbled moan fell from your lips and you arched up off the box. “Loves it when I use her cunt however I want.” Bucky’s hands grabbed your hips and dragged you to the edge of the box. Then, with no more preparation, lined up his cock with your sodden pussy and shoved inside.
You’d been right, Bucky was thicker than Steve, so even though the blond had stretched you out, his best friend’s cock stretched you further as he impaled you on his hard length with one thrust. A hoarse cry wrenched free from your mouth and your back bowed from the sudden pleasure and singing burn of Bucky’s sudden intrusion. Your legs tried to wrap around his waist, but he batted them away.
“Hold yourself open, dummy,” he ordered. One of his hands slid up your body and circled around your throat, holding you firmly but not squeezing. He pinned you to the cardboard box beneath you, a cruel yet eager glint in his eye.
With no hesitation, your hands grabbed the backs of your knees and you held your thighs spread open wide for Bucky. The movement allowed him to push in just a little bit deeper and your eyelashes fluttered as you moaned. Bucky grinned at how easily you followed his command, tossing a triumphant look at his best friend.
“This fuck toy does anything I say, Stevie,” Bucky boasted, pumping into your cunt shallowly, using your body almost lazily like you really were just a toy. Your pussy clenched down on him, trying to draw him in deeper, but he ignored it, still talking to his best friend. “She lets me do anything I want to her.”
A low, garbled moan fell from your lips unbidden. You knew Bucky could be mean, especially while he was inside you, and even though you were a little ashamed at how much you liked it, you knew it got you off. But the way he was talking about you like you weren’t even there, like you were just an object to be used for his pleasure, turned you on even more—partly because Steve was there to witness your degradation. The feel of his eyes on you while Bucky did whatever he wanted only made you gasp and writhe harder on the cardboard box beneath you.
Bucky turned his blue gaze back on you, taking in the dazed, pleasure-drunk look on your face. You were spread out in front of him, like the perfect little doll you were for him. “Don’t you, dummy?” he asked, his voice taking on a patronizing tone as he cooed mockingly at you. “You’ll let me do anything I want cause you’re just a dumb little fuck doll, isn’t that right?”
Shame and humiliation twined together with pleasure in your body until you didn’t know where one ended and the other began. You didn’t want to think about how Steve must’ve been looking at you, knowing the way you let Bucky treat you was a far cry from the way his best friend had cherished you. But you couldn’t deny how much it got you off when Bucky was mean to you, when he treated you like an object. And besides, you were too far gone with lust and pleasure to even hope to lie, so you just nodded and babbled your answer, “Uh huh, uh huh.”
Bucky laughed loudly, his free hand slapping your tits and pinching your nipples, playing with your body roughly, just as he wanted. Humiliation and pleasure burned through your blood at the way he degraded you, the heat of it settling heavily into the juncture between your thighs. Bucky was still fucking you lazily, just like he’d pumped his cock before he’d buried it inside you. “Such a good fucking toy,” he cooed in that cruelly mocking tone of his, pinching your nipple harshly and making you cry out from the sharp zing of pleasure and pain.
It was all too overwhelming. The feel of him playing with your tits so roughly while his cock only teased your pussy with short, shallow thrusts destroyed your control over your body and tears pricked your eyes. Warm pleasure and the dull ache of need were all you could process, and your head tilted to the side, your eyes rolling back in your head.
When you refocused on your surroundings, your gaze caught on Steve. He was still leaning heavily against the shelves to the side of the cardboard box, but his blue eyes were dark and intense as he stared at you, watching the pleasure and pain contort your expression into blissed out ecstasy. He was breathing heavily and when you let your eyes trail down his still bare chest, you found he had his cock out and in his fist. Your eyes widened as you watched the sweet boy next door stroke his dick to the sight of you being humiliated by his best friend.
Bucky must’ve seen your expression because he turned and paused in shock, his cock half-buried inside your pussy. The brunet whistled low, an evil grin curving his mouth. “Stevie, are you getting off on this?” Bucky’s hand around your neck squeezed as he shoved his cock roughly inside you, wrenching a choked cry of pleasure from you. “D’you like watching the girl you just fucked all soft and sweet get degraded and treated like nothing more than a dumb little cumdump?”
The cruel tone of Bucky’s voice and the way he talked about you like you weren’t even there had your pussy clenching down on his hard cock. Even as your vision swam with tears and you gasped through him restricting your breath, you couldn’t help but moan. Feeling your pussy gripping him while you moaned wantonly made Bucky laugh, the sound more than a little mocking, which only sent more pleasure spiralling through your body.
“Tell your daddy how much you enjoy being used, dummy,” Bucky ordered. His hand around your throat loosened and you gasped for air before taking a deep, greedy breath. Bucky stared down at you with something new flickering in his gaze, something you’d never seen before, but you didn’t stop to try to figure out what it was.
Turning to Steve and blinking the tears from your eyes, you met the blond’s dark gaze in the dim, yellow glow of the store room. “I love it, daddy,” you told him in a soft, raspy voice. “I love being Bucky’s dumb little fuck doll.” Your lips felt swollen and your throat was hoarse from Bucky’s rough treatment, but you couldn’t stop talking, enjoying the feeling of saying such filthy things to Steve too much. “I love being used by him—I just wanna be his good little cumdump fuck toy.” Your pussy throbbed around Bucky’s cock and your eyelashes fluttered as pleasure coursed through you.
Steve grunted, like that was the only response he could manage to your dirty words, his fist moving faster up and down his hard cock. Your eyes were drawn to the sight, and before you could stop yourself or think about what you were doing, your mouth opened and your tongue stuck out slightly in an invitation. You wanted so badly for Steve to shove his perfect-looking dick down your throat until you choked on it. You wanted Bucky and Steve to use you at the same time, to fuck you and overwhelm you and make you theirs in every possible way.
Before you could find out if Steve would take you up on your silent invitation, though, Bucky turned your face back to him, slapping you lightly on the cheek. He bent over you, pounding into your soaked cunt until the sounds of his hips slapping your thighs and cock pummeling your pussy were all you could hear. “That’s right, you’re my fuck toy, dummy,” Bucky growled, his eyes blazing into yours as his hand squeezed your throat.
That spark of something new solidified in his gaze and you recognized it for what it was—possessiveness. But it was more than that, too. Bucky had been possessive of you after that customer had flirted with you, but as you stared up into his blue eyes, you could see something more beneath the possessiveness, something deeper, something you’d been waiting for him to feel for you.
But just as quickly as it appeared in Bucky’s expression, it was gone, replaced by a furious lust. “Now let me drain my balls in your cumdump of a pussy, dummy,” he gritted out, a muscle in his jaw jumping as he clenched his teeth. “It’s been too fucking long since I’ve cum in your tight cunt.”
Bucky’s bitten out words were your only warning because in the next moment, he began fucking you harder, his hips thrusting hard and fast as he shoved his cock inside you as deep as possible over and over and over again. Your body had experienced so much pleasure and enough pain that it immediately overwhelmed you. The tears you’d blinked away returned and spilled down your cheeks, your mouth open as you moaned and cried out mindlessly.
When Bucky saw you’d started crying, he only fucked you harder, making even more tears fall as you sobbed your pleasure. “That’s it, dummy, cry for me, it makes me so much harder when you cry,” he rasped, fucking you so rough and mean it bordered on hurting. But the way he walked that knife’s edge between pleasure and pain was what you loved so much about fucking Bucky.
It was too good—the feel of Bucky’s cock pounding into you, battering your pussy, his hand choking you enough that black began to edge into your vision, his filthy words spilling over you. Before you knew it, Bucky sent you hurtling over the edge into an abyss of pleasure. You came with a strangled scream, Bucky’s hand around your throat stifling the sound as your body trembled and shook violently beneath his punishing thrusts.
If you hadn’t been staring up into his handsome face, you wouldn’t have seen the spark of delight deep in Bucky’s blue eyes as he watched you cum on his cock. Satisfaction swept over his gaze before he wiped it away, returning to cruelness as he bent further over your body, using his grip around your throat to hold you as he fucked into you roughly. Bucky rutted into you as he chased his own release, his hammering cock dragging out your orgasm until the pleasure he forced on you almost hurt.
As he got close, Bucky’s face went slack with bliss and his lips loosened just as they always did when he was on the verge of coming. “Feel so fucking good on my cock, dummy,” he groaned, his hips jerking against yours as he neared his release. His hand shifted on your throat, no longer restricting your airway and instead pressing against your collarbone as he pinned you in place to fuck you. “Your cunt’s so tight, s’like it’s milking my cock—feels so fucking good.” With a loud moan, Bucky shoved himself deep inside your pussy and came. “Take it,” he growled. “Take my cum like a good little fuck toy, dummy.”
You moaned softly, the feel of his cock twitching and spilling inside you making you shiver. With your mouth open, Bucky spit inside it. You smiled, swallowing his spit with a dazed smile on your lips. Beside you, Steve groaned and you turned your head in time to see him cum all over his hand. Your pussy clamped down on Bucky’s cock at the sight and he jerked inside you, making you both moan.
Bucky’s gaze followed yours and he chuckled, the sound a little breathless. He reached out and grabbed a towel off the shelf on the other side of you and tossed it to Steve, who caught it in his clean hand. “You’re just as much of a filthy perv as me and dummy, aren’t you Stevie,” Bucky teased, his tone losing some of its normal cruelty. He turned back to you. “I think you corrupted him, dummy,” he said, his voice almost sounding affectionate. Bucky dropped a rare kiss to your lips and you were almost too stunned to enjoy it.
But that hint of tenderness didn’t translate to aftercare apparently, because Bucky stood up and stepped back, pulling his cock from your aching and overused hole, making you wince slightly. He grabbed a towel to clean himself up, and tossed one to you, the cloth landing across your chest. Bucky quickly wiped himself down and tucked his cock back in his jeans.
When he looked up, both you and Steve were staring at him, but he just raised his eyebrows in an unrepentant look. “Get cleaned up you two, dummy needs to tell us who fucked her better,” he said, a grin curling the edge of his mouth like he already knew he’d won. Then he tossed his dirty rag in the laundry and swaggered out of the store room, his shoulders loose and relaxed.
Panic erupted in your chest and flooded through your body like a tidal wave until you were trembling with it. Mistaking your tremors for something else, Steve stepped closer and shushed you, running one hand soothingly over your hair while the other took the clean rag Bucky had given you and cleaned you up as best he could. Steve helped you redress, your body moving mechanically since your mind was blank from the panic and anxiety. He even tied your apron back around your waist for you.
While he stood behind you, tying the strings, Steve asked in a low voice, “You okay, baby?”
You weren’t okay. You were far from okay. You were pretty sure you were fucked, actually, in every sense of the word. The time had finally come for you to make your decision between Bucky and Steve and the thought of choosing one and losing the other made you want to curl up in bed and cry for at least a month. But you didn’t think that was what Steve was talking about.
“I’m fine,” you forced out, your throat feeling tighter than when Bucky’s hand was around it. “Thank you for taking care of me,” you whispered, unable to look back at Steve.
Proving himself to be just as sweet as you’d always thought, Steve brushed a kiss to your temple. “Anytime, baby,” he promised and you could tell he meant it. It didn’t make you feel better, though.
You followed Steve back out to the front of the coffee shop like he was leading you to the firing squad. Your feet were dragging against the tiled floor and your eyes were downcast, staring at your hands as you fiddled with the front of your apron. You wished you’d had more time with both Bucky and Steve, you wished you could’ve reveled in having them more. Maybe you could tell them you didn’t have enough time with each of them to make a decision.
But when you looked up and found both men looking to you expectantly, you knew you couldn’t be selfish and try to drag it out. You didn’t want to hurt either of them, and you knew if you strung them along, it’d only hurt them more in the long run. But the thought of hurting them in that moment also made you sick.
“So tell us, dummy,” Bucky started, a confident smirk curling his mouth. He was leaning against one side of the counter while Steve leaned against the other. The blond looked almost as conflicted as you felt, but he seemed to be trying to keep a lid on his thoughts as he crossed his arms and hunched his shoulders. “Who fucked you better?”
Not for the first, nor the last time, you were struck by how handsome both men were. Bucky was the consummate bad boy, with his dark blue eyes and his even darker stubble. But he offered you a freedom to indulge in all the filthiest parts of yourself that you’d never had with any other partner. Steve, on the other hand, looked like a typical boy next door. He’d taken care of you and showed you a new kind of pleasure that you wanted to explore more. You knew he’d be good for you. The choice seemed obvious on paper, but your heart was still conflicted.
You wanted Steve’s softness and Bucky’s cruelness in equal measure. You wanted to corrupt Steve even more than you already had and you wanted to figure out what those sparks of possessiveness and affection meant for Bucky. You wanted them both and you knew you couldn’t choose between them. But you didn’t know how to explain that to them when they were expecting a decision.
“I don’t know,” you mumbled, unable to look at either of them.
Slowly, the smirk slid off Bucky’s face. “What?” he asked in a flat voice that made you wince.
“I…” you tried again but trailed off. You risked a glance at your coworkers and your heart clenched painfully in your chest when you found them both looking at you with guarded eyes. “I can’t decide,” you mumbled in a rush.
In just a few strides, Bucky stalked to you and grabbed you loosely by the shoulders, shaking you lightly. “What do you mean you can’t decide?” he growled, his voice was low and dangerous, but there was a desperate thread to it, too. Almost like he was begging you to take it back.
“I—I liked both of you the same,” you said before you could think better of it, staring into Bucky’s eyes so he could see you were telling the truth. You held your breath, unsure what he would do.
Hurt flickered in Bucky’s gaze but, as you watched, his expression closed off until only indifference remained. His hands dropped from your shoulders and your stomach sank, already knowing you weren’t going to like what he was going to say.
“If you can’t decide, I’ll decide for you,” he said, his voice cold. Only then did you realize the cruel mocking tone he used with you typically held a little bit of warmth, but that had drained away. “She’s all yours, Stevie,” Bucky called a little louder, addressing his friend even as he stared at you. You flinched and Bucky’s indifferent mask seemed to flicker, but he held it firmly in place. “Good riddance, dummy,” he sneered, before moving to push past you.
“Bucky, wait,” you said, trying to grab his arm and stop him, but he just shrugged you off, his shoulders tense and the muscles in his arms bunched up angrily. “I don’t want to lose you,” you rasped, tears clogging your throat and threatening to fall. You knew it was a desperate thing to say and a little bit mean when you hadn’t chosen him outright, but you panicked at the thought of losing Bucky and it was the first thing that fell from your lips. At least it was honest.
Bucky paused with his back to you and, for a moment, you had hope. But then he laughed, the sound so cruel and derisive, you recoiled, taking a step back. “You never had me,” he scoffed, his voice strained with fury. “You were just a stupid cunt to get my dick wet in.”
You could feel your heart breaking in your chest, but you didn’t try to stop him again. He’d made it clear how he felt about you and there was nothing you could do about it. No matter how much you didn’t want to lose Bucky, you had to accept that you couldn’t force him to like you or be with you, especially since you knew you couldn’t only be with him anymore. You wanted Steve, too. But that, apparently, wasn’t meant to be. So all you could do was watch as Bucky walked away, the realization that your worst fear was coming true settling over you.
Before he disappeared down the hall that led to the back door, he paused again, only long enough to spit out an angry farewell over his shoulder. “See you never.”
I had the most lovely dream last night that might make a great fic if you are inspired. I was the actress in Betrayal, but Tom was playing Jerry instead of Robert. As the production goes on, the kissing scenes get steamier (he finds THAT spot on my neck!) until I tell him my feelings, he says he doesn't reciprocate & doesn't do romance in the spotlight. After another man asks me out & I say yes (but don't realize it's a date) he kisses that spot during the performance & whispers that I'm his. 🤯
Uuhh wow that's a great prompt! I really do love it 😍 must've been quite the emotional rollercoaster as a dream... I unfortunately don't know much about the actual play Betrayal, or about the specific production they're doing, I only roughly know some stuff from interviews and general knowledge about Pinter's plays.
So... I would really like to write this though. Would you mind much if I just came up with an imaginary play that has Tom and 'you' in it? Bc I honestly don't want to get Pinter wrong, that's just a literary crime 😅 but yeah, I love the idea of this!!! I'm doing it 😁
Of course, put your spin on it, queen! I am bashful to say, but a few weeks ago I spoiled myself to see Betrayal. It was amazing, oh my gosh. I sat in the first few rows and felt myself under Tom's glare. He has said before how he can see everyone in the house, I think he really can. I cried, it was very emotional content and Tom was devestating in it, so restrained, you felt him snap. You felt his pain. As with Pinter the pauses between dialogue say so much. It was an amazing experience. No wonder I'm dreaming about it!!! ❤❤❤❤
@nightrose64 I love Betrayal Tom in the Wicked Games title photo, but maybe his sister makes him get a shave and haircut while he is away and he's a bit nervous for reader to see? But she loves it, of course. That would be so cute!!!! 😆❤
He. Posted this. Fucking. Shit. What the fuck. How can I go on? And what's that's fancy mouthwash dispenser? I want one. 😧
I have far too much to do today. I can't be incapacitated by your abs, drooling over your biceps and fainting over your cobra lats first thing in the morning. I just can't.
Jesus.
Professor Hiddleston notices you for the first time in a sea of students as you make an excellent point about Shakespeare that he's never thought of before. This will clearly mean trouble for the rest of the semester...
Because they know what Steve is capable of through BUCKY. Imagine. All they have is second hand information about Steve, some footage from WWII and the Battle of New York. Very few have really seen HOW strong he is or capable of escaping from things.
But they have seen Bucky. They know what it takes to take him down and it’s terrifying. It was probably developed specifically to control him when he was “unstable”. So yeah, I doubt this was created to contain STEVE so much as it was created to contain BUCKY.
Gonna be a costume/special effects/continutity geek for a sec.
How have i never noticed you see his elbow here? I wonder if he had the top half of the arm on, too, or if they just went for the bottom to make things easier. I knew it was 3 pieces, and you could kinda tell in behind the scenes shots where the pieces were, but it’s cool to see it like this.
Also, while i know the arm was sculped to fit/resemble his own arm perfectly, the fact that that definition through the (custom made) red henley of sex is 100% him and not because of extra help from whatever material the arm is made from
…..
I need to go lie down. I already am lying down, but i need to lie down even more.
Alright, so as everyone has probably experienced as of late, tumblr tags are being super finicky as of late. There are several blogs in my tag list that don’t actually link to an existing blog anymore, so I’m doing some cleaning because to go through and double check every name is getting tedious.
My active tag list is below.
Please message, ask, reblog this, or even comment on it if you would like to remain on it as well as what categories you would like to be in. If you’re not on the list and would like to be, that’s fine too! Thank y’all!
Also, Show Me Love Part 9 in approx. 8 hours 😘
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