THE MASTER'S WONDERLAND
Dark!Bucky x Reader x Dark!Steve
18+
Carnivals are a place for fun, food, and friends. But your night with your new boyfriend takes a twisted turn, filled with gore, horror and fear. Welcome to the Master's Wonderland.
Content Warning: Dark!Bucky x Reader x Dark!Steve, Sharon x Thor, off screen Reader x Thor, Demon!Bucky, Demon!Steve, mature themes, mention of cheating, hard drug use, horror, threat, intense gore (in-depth description of multiple torture and murder, excessive blood, brutal deaths, haunting imagery), mention of pee (not in a sexual way), minor character deaths, demonic imagery, manhandling, rough play, smut (MMF threesome, dub!con, bondage, rough sex, double penetration, face slapping, degradation, overstimulation, biting, brief blood kink), angst, brief mention of trauma, slight glamorization of serial killers/murder and devil shit. And a little wholesome fluff at the end, because why not?
Word Count: 7k
"Welcome to Master Barnes' personal playground, where your every sense will be tantalized!"
You grin widely at the man's words as his voice booms in your ears, making your heart thump.
"The only place on Earth where you can live out your wildest fantasies," He goes on to announce to the crowd as you make your way through the fence. "Where the line between fear and fun is blurred to the extreme!"
A hand links in yours, his grip tight while you try not to swoon. There are a lot of things you like about the guy you're dating, but your favorite thing about him is how safe he makes you feel.
"Ready, little pixie?" Steve mumbles in your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.
Admittedly, at first, you were terrified of him. You had broken down on some abandoned country road when he miraculously drove past, offering you a ride back to town. His rippling muscles threatened to pierce his shirt, his bright eyes burning into you. He towered over you and you could hardly take your gaze away from his tree-trunk arms, but when he spoke, he was nothing but sweet.
"Ready," You confirm, giving him a sweet peck on the cheek.
"We have a lot of ground to cover here, folks," Thor mutters, looking around the park. You haven't known Steve for very long, and this is technically your fourth date, but he was adamant on you bringing your friends along. He really wanted to meet them, and how could you refuse when he asked you so sweetly?
Sharon thought it was odd that he wanted to meet them so soon, and before things are even official between you, but you assured her that things are different with you and Steve. It isn't too fast or too soon; everything feels perfect when you're with him.
"Jeez, Steven, your friend has a real nice operation going on here," She comments with a low whistle. "I don't even wanna know how much this place costs to run." That's Sharon. Obsessed with numbers and finances.
"Please, Sharon. Just 'Steve' is fine," He says with a polite smile. And that's Steve. Hates being called Steven. "And I know. This place is the product of almost a decade of Bucky's hard work."
"Speaking of Bucky," You say, smiling up at him. "Where is he?"
You're killing two birds with one stone tonight. While Steve can get to know Sharon, Thor and Maria, you can finally meet his best friend. Bucky runs the carnival you're currently standing in, and Steve has told you nothing but good things about him.
"Ah, he'll be busy right now, pixie," Steve tells you, looking down at you with a smile. "But later on, once things die down, I'll introduce you to him." His hand rests on your lower back, and his touch sends a shiver down your spine.
Tonight's the night. You're sure of it. Tonight, when you invite him back to yours, he'll be staying over. You trust Steve more than you trust yourself, and you're sure that this is the man you want to spend the rest of your life with. Plus, you're sick of being left sexually frustrated after heated kisses that end too soon. Steve is a complete gentleman, and you love that, but he's moving things a little too slow for your liking.
"What should we do first?" Sharon asks the group, looking at a small map in her hands. "This carnival has everything."
"Does everything include a toilet?" Maria asks nervously. "Because I really need a toilet."
Rolling her eyes, Sharon huffs. "I swear to God, Maria, I fucking hate how small your bladder is. We just got here!"
"I have a condition!" Maria retorts defensively.
"Alright, alright," Thor steps between the girls, ever the peacekeeper. "If Maria wants to go to the toilet, let her go. We'll meet her at the, uh," He glances down at the map in Sharon's hands before continuing. "The Haunted House! How about that?"
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Maria gushes before rushing off to the right where Thor points out the toilets.
"You always take her side," Sharon grumbles. "You're my boyfriend before you're her friend, you know."
"Babe, the poor girl would've pissed herself!" Thor shoots back, making her glare at him.
Steve then pulls you closer to him before holding up his free hand. "Alright, guys, we're here to have some fun, remember? Now, how about we go check out that haunted house, hmm?"
"That sounds like a great idea," You say with a sweet smile, cheeks heating up when he gives you a short peck.
"I'll text Maria and tell her to meet us there," Sharon mumbles while pulling out her phone, before the four of you make your way through the crowded carnival. The cool breeze makes you snuggle up to Steve, who is happy to keep you warm in his big arms.
Once the haunted house comes into view, your eyes widen. It's huge and awe-striking, with people rushing in and out of it like ants. Steve goes towards the kiosk to buy some tickets, and Sharon follows him while you and Thor stay behind.
You feel Thor nudging you, and when you look up at him you see him smirking. "Just the two of us now, honey."
Rolling your eyes, you take a step away from him. "Shut it."
"Come on," He chuckles, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. "We had so much fun that night. Don't you miss me?"
"I'm with Steve now, Thor," You grumble, filled with regret.
"You've been dating him for like, five minutes," He scoffs.
"And you've been dating Sharon for like, five years," You retort mockingly with a glare.
"That didn't stop you two months ago," He says arrogantly, rubbing your arm. "You know what a bore she is. You and I have so much fun together, baby."
"Stop," You say firmly, doing your best to ignore the memories of that steam-filled night. It was a moment of weakness and Sharon was being more irritating than usual; you just wanted to stick it to her. You knew that Thor had always had a soft spot for you with the way he'd stare at your body and try to get you alone on multiple occasions, ever since they started dating. It was mostly his fault - or at least that's what you say to help yourself sleep better at night.
"Steve won't be enough for you," Thor whispers into your ear. "You know he can't make you feel the way I do. Do you really think he knows what makes you moan the loudest?"
"Fuck off," You spit bitterly. Why couldn't he have just been satisfied with the one night stand? There's no way you're ruining what you have with Steve. It's too special.
"Got the tickets!" Sharon announces as her and Steve return. She raises a brow when she sees Thor's arm around you, but the two of you play it off as nothing more than two friends trying to warm each other up.
"Still no Maria?" Steve asks, taking your hand and gently pulling you out of Thor's embrace and closer to himself, making you smile. He's a little softie, so it feels good to see him acting possessive for once.
"That girl is so frustrating," Sharon groans, taking her phone out. "I'm gonna call her."
On the other side of the park, Maria stumbles into the alleyway between the two toilet cabins. Her hand fumbles in her pocket and when she finds what she's searching for, she pulls it out and grins. She opens the small baggy and carefully pours the white powder onto the back of her hand, not bothering to line it up before lowering her nose to it and snorting it.
"Ah," She lets out a sigh of relief at the rush of energy and joy that immediately hits her. "That's the fucking stuff."
Maria shakes her head a little, waiting for the buzz to reach a calmer level. Once she can carry herself again, she walks towards the toilets - but a hand on her arm prevents her from being able to move. She opens her mouth to let out a shout but the stranger drags her behind the cabins and into the wooded area. Her screams are mere drops in the ocean of the noise of the crowd, preventing anyone from noticing her abduction.
"Get off me!" Maria yells, thrashing her legs around.
The stranger pushes her against a thick tree, a manic look of delight in his eyes that she doesn't think she's ever seen before. His waterlines are colored black, making the whites of his eyes pop even more.
"What the fuck was in that coke?" She mutters to herself, hoping to God that this is just a hallucination.
"Hello, Maria," The stranger grins, stroking her cheeks. "My name is Bucky. You may call me Master Barnes."
"M- Master Barnes?" She repeats with a whisper, shivering under his touch. "You mean the guy who runs this place?"
"That's me," He confirms with a sinister laugh, as though she's told the world's funniest joke. Suddenly, his face drops. His finger moves up to Maria's upper lip, where he wipes up the residual cocaine before placing it on his tongue. "My, my, you've been a naughty little girl, haven't you?"
Letting out a nervous laugh, Maria shrugs. "I have some more, if you want a sniff."
Bucky tilts his head, his eyes darkening. "Naughty girls like you deserve to be punished, don't you think?"
Taking in just how attractive the man is, Maria giggles. "I guess so."
"And you are about as naughty as naughty gets," He sighs, shaking his head. "And so pretty, too. What a shame."
"Shame?" Maria frowns, feeling on edge under his gaze. "Why is it a sh-"
"Shhh," He coos, reaching into his back pocket slowly. "There's no more need for you speak, little one."
Her mouth closes at that. An overwhelming feeling of dread washes over her, and she becomes hyper-aware of the situation. Here she stands, alone in the woods, high out of her mind, with a strange man who has her up against a tree. Her friends think she's in the toilets and probably haven't even noticed her prolonged absence. Fuck.
Bucky's eyes narrow when he feels something warm on his leg. Looking down, he sees that she's well and truly pissing herself. Her urine is racing down her legs as she shakes like a leaf, terrified. Disgusted, Bucky clenches his jaw and glares at her. "You dirty fucking cunt," He growls. In a second, he pulls a metal wire from his pocket and wraps it around her neck. Maria's eyes bulge out as she struggles for breath, clawing at his hands in an attempt to pull him off.
"St- stop," She gasps, her voice raspy and desperate. "Can't- can't breathe."
"I wanted this to be slow," Bucky says with annoyance, his nose scrunching up. "Wanted it to be perfect, but you just had to fuck it up by being a dirty litte bitch. Got piss all over my fucking pants."
"So-rry," Maria manages to let out, but it's the last word she ever speaks. Blood seeps out of the wound on her neck as the wire cuts through her skin, and a few moments of struggle later, she's dead.
Bucky watches as her body falls to the floor with a sigh. The rush of the kill fills him with adrenaline, and he isn't ashamed of how hard he gets at the sight of her corpse. Crouching down, he pushes her hair back, taking in how beautiful she still looks post-mortem. And wondering, if this is how beautiful Steve's girlfriend's friends are, just how beautiful are you going to be?
"She isn't fucking picking up," Sharon groans with an eye-roll, stuffing her phone into her pocket. "Knowing her, she met a guy and is on her way back to his place. I say we go on without her."
"Are you sure?" You ask with a frown. "What if her phone ran out of battery, and she's looking for us?"
"It's Maria, Y/N," Sharon says bluntly. "She's a crackhead; don't they have like, superpowers or something?"
Thor snorts at her words, but you just roll your eyes. "It's dark, and it's literally Halloween- isn't the first rule of horror not to split up?" You ask with a raised brow.
"Okay, how about this?" Steve interjects, stroking your hip. "Thor and I will go look for Maria, while you girls get started on the horror house?"
"Didn't you hear me?" You ask him with a scoff. "No splitting up!"
"We'll be fine, pixie," He promises you soothingly. "There's no point in all of us wasting time when you could be having fun with Sharon. And I know you had your eye on a candy apple- don't you want me to go get you a candy apple?"
Admittedly, you really do want a candy apple. "Fine," You give in, pouting up at him. "But you better be back soon!"
"We will," Steve swears before giving you a sweet kiss.
"Wait," You call out when he pulls away, holding onto his shoulders.
"What is it, baby?" He asks you with a look of concern.
"I just wanted to say thank you," You mumble sheepishly.
He chuckles softly. "For what, pixie?"
"For being sweet to me," You say as your cheeks heat up. "I've never... I'm not used to being courted, or taking things slow, but this is actually really nice, what you and I have."
A small smile blossoms on Steve's lips as he pulls you closer. "I think it's really nice, too."
"So, yeah, thank you for being nice to me," You say, grinning up at him. "I'm not used to guys being nice to me."
"Of course," He whispers, stroking your cheek. "You're my princess, pixie. You deserve nothing less." With that, he kisses you again, rocking you in his arms gently. God, he's so perfect. What's the catch? There has to be a catch.
Thor and Sharon say a quick goodbye before Steve releases you and the guys walk off, leaving you with an odd pit of dread in your stomach.
"Come on, Y/N," Sharon says, linking her arm with yours and pulling you towards the house. "Let's get fucking terrified."
Thor and Steve wonder around the toilets for around five minutes before they realize that Maria is most definitely not here anymore.
"Sharon was right; she's probably gone home with some guy," Thor speculates with a shrug.
"Yeah, maybe," Steve replies. "Well, I guess that's that. You wanna check out the food?"
"Hell yeah," Thor says with a grin. "Now you're speaking my language, brother."
The two of them make their way to the food stalls, taking in the different smells and sights. Pumpkin spice and toffee fill the air, the fumes making Thor smile with nostalgia.
"Ah, that's good," He sighs, before turning to Steve with a raised brow. "What are you in the mood for, Rogers?"
Steve doesn't respond because he's too busy observing a thick, metal spatula that lies alone on an abandoned donut stall. A shiver runs down his spine as he feels the cold texture, knowing the power he can weild with it.
"Hello?" Thor raises a brow, tapping his shoulder. "You hear me, Rogers? I asked you what you're in the mood for."
Looking over to him, Steve has an eery look of utter calmness on his face. "I'm in the mood to kill you," Is his simple, casual answer.
Before Thor can further ask just what the fuck he's talking about, Steve whacks his head with the spatula. Stunned, Thor stumbles to the side, his eyes wide. Once his shock wears off, he's filled with rage, and immediately lunges for Steve.
The two men partake in a brutal fight, one of fists and feet. Steve grunts as Thor slams his head onto the stall counter, frustrated that this is taking so long.
After a few minutes of the men struggling, Bucky Barnes finally shows up, fresh out of the shower. Steve is relieved to see him but he has no time to express his gratitude as the two of them take on Thor.
"Why are you doing this?" Thor asks Steve as blood pours from his nose. "Did Y/N tell you that I fucked her?"
Steve's left eye twitches. Bucky gives his blonde friend a narrow-eyed look. "I thought you said she was a virgin."
Thor snorts at that, grinning with blood-covered teeth. "Y/N? A virgin? Oh, please."
With a newfound strength, Steve lets out a growl before dragging Thor over to the donut stall. He holds his arm behind his back with one hand and grabs his head with the other before dunking Thor's face into the deep fryer where a gallon of boiling oil awaits him. Thor's screams are silenced in the hot liquid as his skin melts off. Splashes of hot oil hit Steve's hand but he isn't fazed. He isn't fazed at all.
Bucky watches on as Thor slowly stops struggling, before falling weak. Steve drops him to the ground, breathing heavily. "Did you have to bring a literal giant?" Bucky asks him with a yell.
"He's one of her best friends," Steve answers him bitterly, staring down at his corpse.
"Not anymore," Bucky mutters, rolling his eyes. "I thought I made it very clear that she needed to be of purity and faith, Steve. I let the non-religious thing slide, but she's a whore, too?"
"She didn't tell me she slept with him," Steve says through gritted teeth.
"Of course she didn't!" Bucky exclaims, hitting his shoulder. "It was your job to find out for yourself just what kind of girl she is. God."
"She'll be perfect," Steve insists, clenching his hands into fists. "Cade will accept her as a satisfactory sacrifice."
"Satisfactory?" The brunette scoffs. "We don't need satisfactory, we need excellent!"
"It doesn't matter!" Steve yells, throwing his hands up. "Can we just get the fuck on with it? We only have a couple of hours left until midnight."
"Fine," Bucky utters with a dark look. "But next year, I'm choosing the girl."
On the other side of the park, in the haunted house, you and Sharon are slowly walking through the dimly lit rooms.
"Not so scary for a haunted house," You mumble to yourself, glancing up at the skeletons hanging down from the ceiling.
"Can we talk?" Sharon suddenly asks from behind you.
With a frown, you turn around to see her staring at you with a blank look. "Sure, Shar. Is everything alright?"
"Not really," She admits, slowly making her way closer to you with a blank look on her face. "I was planning on marrying him, you know."
Her words leave you confused. "Uh... what are you talking about?"
"Thor," She clarifies. "I truly believed that he was the man I was going to spend my life with. I've been mentally planning the wedding since the day I met him."
You feel uneasy under her stare, nausea settling in the pit of your stomach. "That- I don't know what you're getting at, Sharon. Is everything okay?"
Her face contorts with pure rage. "You fucked him."
Oh, shit.
Your entire body is burning, your limbs frozen in shock. How do you play this? Guilty and full of remorse? Or innocent and unaware?
"I have no idea what you're talking about, Sharon." Innocent and unaware it is.
"Fuck that!" She exclaims madly, her cheeks reddening. "I know all about the night you shared with him, you skank. Do you have any idea how horrific that felt? To find out that my best friend slept with the man I was going to have children with?"
You wince, stepping backwards. "Sharon, you're beautiful, with a great job. You'll find another man to marry in no time-"
She barely gives you the chance to finish your sentence before lunging for you, grabbing your head and slamming it against the wall. Instantly, you feel the pain shoot through you, and your instinct tells you to fight back. So, you do.
The two of you engage in a battle of punches and shoves, and it soon becomes very clear that Sharon is out for blood.
"Stop!" You yell as she punches you in the side. "Are you crazy?"
"I'm gonna fucking kill you," She seethes, the look on her face like that of a madwoman.
"Sharon, calm down," You insist, holding your hands up in surrender. "We can talk about this like mature women. There's no need to be violent-"
"I am literally going to murder you," She announces, pure rage in her eyes. "And that's not a fucking exaggeration." With that, she lets out scream and lunges for you again. This time, she's holding a shard of sharp plastic from one of the decorative pieces. Her hand is outstretched and you back up, but your back soon hits the wall.
As she edges towards you, you realize that this is it. This is how you die. Your best friend kills you in a fiery rage. Well, you know what they say: Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.
Sharon raises the shard but just before she plunges it into your chest, a thought crosses your mind. Why should she get to kill you? She's the worst friend ever. Yeah, you fucked her boyfriend, but she's done some pretty shady shit, too.
With a newfound sense of self-innocence, you grab her wrist and twist it backwards, stabbing the shard into her thigh. Sharon lets out a shocked scream as her jaw drops open, her eyes as wide as saucers.
"What the hell is going on here?" A familiar voice calls out from the side, making you gasp.
Fuck. Oh, fuck.
"Help me!" Sharon calls out to him, falling to her knees. "Y/N is crazy, Steven! She wants Thor all to herself - you have to help me."
Your eyes meet Steve's and he looks shocked at what he's seeing - and rightly so. He's just walked in on his girlfriend standing over her best friend who is currently bleeding out. He walks over to the two of you and crouches down near Sharon, concern on his face while you just stand there, frozen.
"She tried to kill me," Sharon whispers through shallow breaths, grabbing his hand.
"No, Steve, she's lying!" You exclaim. "She tried to kill me!"
"You have to believe me; she's insane," Sharon insists, clutching onto him. "Please. I'm begging you, Steven."
He says nothing for a few minutes, the room filled with your and Sharon's terrified breaths.
She moves closer to him, frowning. "Steven?"
"How many times," He begins lowly. "Have I told you not to call me that?"
Her face falls. With a dark look on his face, Steve takes hold of the plastic shard and pulls it out of her stomach- only to repeatedly stab it back into her. He slams the plastic into her guts over and over, snarling as her blood and innards fly out and coat his hands and arms.
You fall backwards, appalled at the sight, wondering if this is a dream. "Steve, stop!"
Surprisingly, he does as you say, dropping the shard and slowly standing up.
"What the fuck did you do?" You ask in high-pitched whisper.
He turns around to you, a blank look on his face. "She tried to kill you. I was protecting you, pixie."
Shocked into silence, you say nothing. Steve stumbles over to you, covered in blood, and lifts you up before throwing you over his shoulder. You're too numb to even notice, let alone react as he takes you out the back exit of the haunted house and through to a small, dark hut on the edge of the woods.
Bucky is sitting on a rocking chair inside, patiently waiting. His fingers twitch with anticipation. The ritual is almost complete. When he hears the door opening, he shoots up. This is it. The final piece of the puzzle. The last step.
Steve walks into the living area and gently sits you down on the couch. He then moves to sit beside you, giving Bucky a good view of you.
"Ready to do this?" Steve asks him while you replay the image of Sharon dying in your head.
Swallowing thickly, Bucky steps forward. "This- this is her? This is Y/N?"
"Yeah," Steve says with a frown. "Why are you being so weird about this?"
Bucky falls to his knees in front of you, cupping your face in his hands. "She's wonderful."
Rolling his eyes, Steve hits his shoulder. "Stop being a softie and let's get the fuck on with it."
Suddenly, Bucky begins to chuckle darkly. His eyes flash black as his grip on your face tightens. "Not yet, Steve. This one... we'll have some fun with this one, first."
"We don't have time for that," Steve insists, though the idea of having his way with you is incredibly tempting. "Cade is waiting-"
"We have plenty of time," Bucky booms, standing up. "This one's different. I can feel it. I need to have her. Just once, before we give her soul to him."
"What the fuck is going on?" You ask, finally coming to your senses as you look around the hut. "Where are we, Steve?"
"Everything's fine, pixie," He assures you, holding your hand. "We just-"
"You're in safe hands, little one," Bucky tells you with a sly grin. "But it seems that you're something of a naughty girl, aren't you?"
"Who are you? What is this?" You ask, gradually growing more and more terrified. "I wanna go home, Stevie."
"My names is James, but you may call me Master," Bucky says. "You no longer belong to a home, Y/N."
"What?" You ask with a whisper. "Is this part of the carnival? Is this a joke?"
"Shh, pixie," Steve coos, stroking your cheek. "Listen: Bucky and I are here to guide you to where you belong. Where you've always belonged."
"But before we send you there," Bucky cuts in coyly, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look up at him. "We're going to make a real whore out of you."
A fearful squeak leaves your throat.
"You have a knack for playing with unavailable men, don't you?" He asks you teasingly, raising a brow. "Something tells me that Thor wasn't the first man that you stole for your own."
You stay silent, wondering if this is judgement day.
"Tell me the truth, little one," Bucky hisses, the look in his eye hypnotizing you to obey him.
"Thor wasn't the first. I slept with Maria's ex-fiancée three weeks before they called it off," You find yourself admitting unwillingly. "And I had an affair with my boyfriend's father four years ago."
Bucky lets out a long sigh, shaking his head. "Cade isn't going to be happy at all when I present your wretched soul to him," He tuts, tapping your cheek. "Your lack of innocence may just spoil our ritual and thieve us of our reward."
"That's right," Steve finally decides to chime in, resting his chin on your shoulder. "We're missing out on our riches because of your slutty misdemeanours, pixie."
With a shaky breath, you glance over at him. "Please, Steve, just take me home."
"Haven't we explained already that you have no home anymore?" Bucky asks with you a frown. "Your soul is to rest in eternal damnation come midnight- but there's no reason we can't have some fun before then. It's the least you owe us."
Before you can respond, he pulls you up to your feet and throws you to the wooden floor like a rag doll. His eyes light up with the violent act, excitement coursing through his veins.
"Be gentle with her, Buck," Steve says, crouching down next to where you're shivering on the ground. "She's a fragile little thing."
"She'll take everything we give her," Bucky states, looking down at you with a cold smirk. "Look at her. Begging to be used by us. Fuck, you picked a good one, Steve."
"Told you," Steve mumbles arrogantly.
Bucky gets back down onto his knees between your legs and strokes up your bare thighs, making you shiver.
"Get away from me," You demand, hitting his chest and attempting to push him off you. "Steve, get him off of me!"
"Shh, little one, there's no need to panic," Bucky says softly, lowering his face to yours. His irises turn black, making your heart jolt. "There's no need to be anything less than perfectly submissive for us."
"What are you?" You ask him, shaking like a leaf beneath him.
"Me?" He asks, grinning madly. "I'm your reckoning."
His hand moves under your panties and he expertly finds your clit which is already throbbing, before rubbing circles onto it. Steve strokes your hair, whispering sweet nothings into your ear which you can barely hear over Bucky's dark laughter.
"Already so wet," He teases you, his fingers making you jolt and gasp. "I knew you were a whore the second I laid eyes on you."
Oddly, you feel tingles at his words, your body deeply betraying you. You want to be scared and disgusted by him, but the way his fingers are playing with your pussy have you too distracted by the pleasure to care.
Bucky pulls down his pants, too impatient to wait before taking out his hard, throbbing cock and pushing it against your entrance. "Take a deep breath, little one," He warns you, smirking to himself. "This may hurt some."
You squeeze your eyes shut as his thick shaft slowly makes its way inside you, stretching you out and filling you up. A gasp leaves your mouth as his dick continues pushing against your walls and brushes against your cervix. "Too much," You whisper, bucking up your hips. "I can't."
Suddenly, Bucky slaps your face, his jaw clenching. "What did I tell you to call me, hmm?"
"Jame- sorry, Master, sorry," You cry out, your breaths quick and shallow. "Your cock is too big for me, Master."
"You can take it, pixie," Steve assures you gently. "You're my good girl, aren't you?"
"Oh, fuck," Bucky groans as he bottoms out, throwing his head back. "Your cunt is pure heaven, my angel."
Steve's eyes darken as he watches Bucky begin to slowly fuck into you, his fingers twitching with desire. To still his hand, he wraps it around your neck, letting out a low groan as you struggle for breath.
"Don't you dare kill her yet," Bucky warns him as he fucks you harder. "Not before I see her face when she comes undone. Fuck, Stevie, you gotta feel this pussy around your cock. Fucking stunning."
Steve loosens his grip on your neck but keeps his hand there, licking his lips while you catch your breath. "Goddamn it, pixie," He mumbles, scanning your features. "You have no idea how hard it's been having to keep my hands off of you."
"Please, Steve," You whine, doing your best to ignore how good Bucky's railing you. "I'm scared. Where are my- my friends?"
Him and Bucky share a look before bursting into laughter. "Oh, angel," Bucky sighs with a smile, pulling on a handful of your hair. "They're with Cade. And soon, you'll join them - but don't fret about that just yet. Right now, all you need to be thinking about is how good you're gonna feel with both mine and Steve's cocks in your whore cunt."
You freeze at his words. Both of them? At once?
"Yes, darling, at once," Steve grins wickedly, reading your fearful thoughts. "Don't act so bashful, now. We all know there's a part of you that craves us both. Isn't there, my little pixie?"
Looking up into Bucky's eyes, you feel your mind weaken. Steve's lips dance against your neck while Bucky rocks into you, grunting and growling like a wild beast.
"You can take us," Steve convinces you, ripping your dress apart and exposing your caged chest to them both. "You're gonna be a good girl and please us both."
Bucky is quick to rip open your bra, throwing it to the side with hunger growing in his demonic eyes. He latches his mouth onto your nipple at once, growling as he slobbers all over your breasts. Slowly, Steve lifts you up, keeping you attached to Bucky while putting you onto his lap. Your dress is discarded and you feel Steve's presence behind you, warm and heavy.
"Mmm," He hums, his voice deep and low. "Beg me to put it in, pixie. Beg me." His words cause a craving to grow within you; a needy desperation to feel him inside you. While Bucky's thrusts slow, you don't feel full enough yet - you need Steve, too.
Throwing your head back to rest against his chest, you look up and meet his eyes, whimpering as Bucky bites and teethes at your tits. "Please, Steve," You whine, digging your nails into Bucky's shoulders. "Please put your cock inside me. Need it."
He chuckles darkly, a sly grin growing on his lips. "That's my good girl. Gonna fill you up so good." His words are a warning to his actions as he pulls down his pants and takes out his cock which is leaking incessantly with pre-cum.
Bucky finally detaches his mouth from your chest, drool coating his chin as he breathes heavily with his tongue hanging from his lips. His drunken eyes meet yours, and his lip quirks upwards when he realizes what Steve is preparing to do. "Oh, little one," Bucky whispers, resting his forehead against your. "You're being so good for us. It's such a shame we have to kill you after this."
You frown, taken aback. "Huh?" Before you can demand he give you some answers, Steve begins to slide his cock into your already-full pussy. Your throat tightens and your entire body freezes up, but Bucky keeps his hands on your hips, stroking them gently.
"Just keep breathing for us," He tells you softly. "Relax. Let Steve in, just like you did for me. You can do it."
Steve feels his cock brush against Bucky's as he slips it inside, inch by inch, making him shudder at the contact. Your cunt is practically soaking, making it easier for him to slot himself inside you alongside Bucky's thick shaft. Once he's fully in, the three of you let out a collective sigh, as though this is the moment you've all been waiting for. As though this is what the three of you were destined for.
"Oh, fuck," Steve grumbles into your ear. "You were made for us."
"Fit around us so well," Bucky groans, wrapping your legs around his waist. "Your cunt is fucking perfection."
"Our cunt," Steve corrects him darkly, putting his hand back around your throat as he kisses your cheek. "All ours, isn't it, pixie?"
"Yes, Sir," You cry out, nodding quickly. "It's all yours."
"What a good little toy you are," Bucky says, taking hold of your hips and slowly bouncing you up and down. "You'd let us do whatever the fuck we want to you, wouldn't you, little one?"
"Yes, Master," You promise, meaning it wholly.
"Good girl," He says through a grin, before sharing a glance with Steve. "I think she's ready."
A tinge of fear hits you but you have no time to prepare. The men rest their chins on each of your shoulders, Bucky's hands grip the underside of your thighs while Steve's have a firm handle of your hips, and without any warning, they begin to slam their cocks in and out of you. You have no chance to acclimate to their intrusion as they pound into you repeatedly, hard and fast.
Gaspy whines leave your mouth as tears fill your eyes at how beautifully the pain outlines the pleasure. They don't give you a single second to catch your breath, thrusting into you like brutes.
"Oh, shit," Steve groans loudly, while Bucky bites down onto your neck, drawing blood. "Such a good fucktoy for us, pixie, so fucking good."
Coherent words can barely be strung together in your mind, let alone reach your lips. You let out babbles and weak whimpers as they fuck you dumb, your entire body both numb and entirely alive.
Bucky grabs Steve's head by his hair and pulls him backwards, looking him in the eyes. "Steve," He begins, his eyelids fluttering as the magic of your pussy drowns him. "We can't."
Steve knows exactly what Bucky is alluding to. Can he find it in him to give you up after getting a taste? After delving into your sweet paradise, can he find the strength to let you go? Your earlier conversation echoes in his head. You actually felt the need to thank him for showing you some common decency - how hurt have you been in the past? It kills him just to think about it. Why is it that you slept with Thor? Sure, Sharon could be annoying, but your track record leads Steve to believe that you have some deep-set trauma you've spent your whole adult life attempting to cover up with promiscuous sex and shameful mistakes. He can't let you go. He won't.
"No, Bucky," He agrees, pressing a soft kiss to your back. "We can't."
Now that they're in mutual agreement, the men focus on you again. They fuck you deeper and harder, their groans in harmony with your cries. The three of you conduct a song of the deliverance of pleasure, of mind-numbing craving and satisfaction. Your body fits between theirs like hand to glove; like nothing else could ever achieve such perfection.
"So fucking gorgeous," Bucky mumbles, thrusting faster. "Gonna be a good girl and cum for us, baby?"
His question pulls your orgasm to the forefront as though he has the ability to drag it out of you with just his voice, and a part of you believes that he does. "I'm close," You tell them between moans.
"Go for it, pixie," Steve whispers into your ear, twisting your nipples between his fingers while Bucky's hand moves down to play with your clit. "Let go for us. Cum."
The command is enough to break you. Like clockwork, you come undone, your pleasure exploding as your eyes roll back. Your pussy tightens and pulsates around their cocks as you cum, screaming out for them in utter rapture.
"Oh, fuck," Bucky groans, his voice growing whinier. "Pussy's so tight. Gonna cum."
"Me too," Steve joins him, the two of them thrusting up into you with force and determination.
Their eyes darken, their grips on your body tightening as though they're growing stronger. Steve's muscles ripple as his arms flex, his hands gripping your hips as he slams into you. Bucky's jaw clenches as his cock strokes against Steve's, the two of their shafts throbbing and pulsing inside you while you whine from the overstimulation.
"Can't," You cry, shaking your head. "Please, Master, Sir, I can't."
"One more," Bucky utters, cupping your face in his hands. "One more, baby. You can do it."
As their twitching cocks fuck you, you feel yourself falling off the edge again. In an instant, you cum for the second time, feeling incredibly weak as the pleasure hits you. The men groan, both of them reaching their high at the same time. With grunts, they shoot their cum deep into you, filling you up with their seed.
"Oh, fuck, pixie," Steve mumbles, thrusting a few more times as he rides out his high. "Such a good girl, taking all our cum."
"Fuck," Bucky groans as his head falls forward into the crook of your neck. "You're incredible, baby."
You feel fucked out, numb to your surroundings. The numbness prevents you from realizing as they gently take you over to the couch, setting you down. When you come to, the boys are in deep discussion, furrowed brows and clenched jaws.
"Steve," You whisper, reaching out to him. Recalling what you heard earlier, you're struck with fear. This is it. They're gonna kill you.
"You have nothing to worry about, pixie," Steve assures you, cradling your head in his chest. "We aren't gonna hurt you."
"And nobody ever will again," Bucky promises. "Not even Cade."
"Cade?" You question with a frown.
"We owe him a debt. One we thought we'd pay off with you and your friends," Steve tells you softly. "You were the final one. The final offering."
"He'll be expecting you," Bucky says, glancing up at the clock before meeting your eyes again. "But you belong to us, now. He won't get you. I swear."
"What about your debt?" You wonder aloud, still utterly baffled by the situation.
"That's not for you to worry about," Steve states firmly. "No matter what happens, we'll always protect you."
"We can outrun him," Bucky tells you confidently, rubbing your sore thighs. "Nobody is ever taking you from us, little one. Even if we have to run forever."
Steve places a soft kiss to your cheek, a look of determination on his face. "Forever."
HAPPY HALLOWEEN!
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