Bucky's Sunflower

You were sitting on the couch reading, as Sebastian ended the zoom call with a smile, sitting in a chair adjacent to you. You couldn't help but grin as you watched him over the edge of your book, as he swept a hand through his hair and stretched before pocketing his phone.

You set your book down, sliding off the couch and getting to your hands and knees, crawling over to him. You stopped at his feet, Sebastian smirking down at you, leaning on his hand as he propped up on the arm of the chair.

The sun was shining in your face, making you squint to see him, but his still eyes popped with that deep sea green shirt, and they were focused in on you.

"What are you doing down there baby?" Sebastian asked, one hand on his thigh, drumming his long fingers as his other hand cupped his bearded chin. His hair hung around his face in a dark curtain, and your fingers itched to run through it.

"Just getting a change of view," you said casually, running your hands up his calves in his jeans, tight on his body. You gripped the denim as you traveled up, massaging his strong thighs.

"Baby..." Sebastian said warningly, but you ignored him, smoothing your hands up his thighs until you had pushed his shirt up his torso. You moaned quietly at the sight of firm muscles with a trail of hair that leaned forwards and licked.

Sebastian's hands wrapped around your head, directing you until you were nearly under his shirt, before you lifted your head and kissed him messily. Your hands fumbled with the button and zipper, yanking them open and pulling his jeans and briefs down his thighs far enough that you could get to his dick.

You pulled away from the kiss with a gasp, meeting his gaze with a grin as your hand wrapped around his hard dick. Sebastian hissed, but you didn't give him time to adjust before you were gathering spit in your mouth and sinking down on his cock.

"Fuck! Shit babe, your mouth, you're so fucking good at that," Sebastian moaned, his hand finding its way into your hair and tightening. You groaned around his cock, vibrations traveling through and he yanked your hair, making your eyes roll as you sucked harder.

"Shitshit easy baby, don't want this over too soon, do you?" Sebastian chuckled tightly as you let up, licking the tip of his dick instead. You collected the precum with your tongue, smearing it across your lip as you stared Sebastian down. He groaned and forced you back down on his dick.

It slid down your throat, gagging you, spit forming in your mouth even as he pulled you back, tears welling in your eyes. You dragged your mouth down around his balls, sucking one, then the other inside, holding them before releasing them along with a long trail of spit.

"God, you're so fucking messy baby, gonna need to clean up everything after this," Sebastian laughed as you sat up, face shining with spit and tears. "Go on, spit on my dick, baby."

You moaned and gathered saliva in your mouth, sucking on your tongue for a moment to build it up before spitting harshly on the tip of his dick. Sebastian groaned at the sight of a line of spit connecting you to him, as your hand jacked his dick quickly, spreading it.

You bent your head back down and sucked him into your mouth again, circling your tongue around his cock until he tightened his fist still in your hair and pulled you back.

"Gonna fuck your face now baby, you ready?" Sebastian asked, and you gazed up at him, his cheeks lightly flushed, shirt rucked up against his pecs, one nipple out and pebbled, making you desperate to nip it.

Sebastian slid two fingers into your mouth, and you started sucking immediately. "I said, 'gonna fuck your face now baby, ready?',' he repeated, pressing down on your tongue, saliva pooling in your mouth until he hooked his fingers and pulled your jaw open, spit drooling out down your chin and neck to your tits, pooling in the cleavage.

"Messy, messy girl," Sebastian chided, and you flushed even as you pressed your thighs together, your core aching. "Play with you pussy- no, play my pussy."

You moaned loudly, your mouth still hanging open, and Sebastian grinned, pulling you back to his dick. You let your jaw hang wide, and he slid his cock along your tongue, nudging against the roof of your mouth before he slid his hand around the back of your head, pushing you down.

You slid your hand into your yoga pants, thong already soaked through and sticking to your pussy. You pushed it aside and immediately slid two fingers into your cunt as his dick went down your throat.

The two of you groaned in unison, yours muffled by cock, and Sebastian placed his palms on either side of your face, holding your head.

You kept your throat relaxed as best you could, even as you fucked your pussy with your fingers, pressing deep and making your eyes flutter.

"That's a good girl, make yourself feel good as you choke on my cock, baby," Sebastian muttered, pushing your head down, making you gag on him. You pulled back, swallowing hard, the tip still between your lips as your eyes watered.

Sebastian's bearded mouth was parted slightly, his tongue licking his lips as he stared at you. His chest was rising steadily but heavily, his breaths strong and full, highlighting his clenching abdomen.

You stared at it as Sebastian slid you back down his dick, lightly fucking your face until tears were streaming down your face and spit was pooling in his lap. You kept fucking yourself, your thumb rubbing circles around your clit, driving your higher as he fucked your throat.

You looked up at him as he grunted, hips starting to stagger in their rhythm, pressing harder and deeper until he suddenly pulled back and started jacking his dick, still holding your head back with his other hand.

"Gonna coat your pretty face baby, let you really be the messy girl you're aching to be, huh? Give you a proper facial, like you deserve- my girl deserves only the best kind, right?" Sebastian asked and you panted, nodding desperately as much as you could, your fingers flying over your clit.

Your eyes rolled back in your head as you suddenly came, his hand tightening in your hair, and you felt the first rope of cum hit your cheek. You gasped, sticking your tongue out and hearing Sebastian groan as he worked his hand faster, painting your face with his seed.

You were walking down the streets of New York with your bodyguards at your father’s insistence, and you came across a family dressed in ragged clothing and begging on the sidewalk. It was like the veil had been lifted and you could see clearly for the first time, not through the rose glasses you had worn since you were a child.

It was at that very spot you had ordered one of your bodyguards to stand with the family while you ran to the closest store to buy the family some dignity, much to the faux annoyance of the bodyguard that followed close behind you. 

“I think that’ll be enough,” he said, smiling when you carried an arm full of food products and toiletries to the counter. “They will appreciate it but I can’t have you buying the whole damn store, they won’t know what to do with it all.” You pouted at him and he chuckled, taking the bags of goods and offering his arm for you to take.

You could have sworn that since that moment, your two brooding followers looked at you with an unfathomable softness - a feat that you were sure was impossible from the smaller of the two, but nonetheless, it was there. Just like it was there now, the two of them stood in your dressing room with you while you got ready with an infinite number of stylists bustling around. Their reflections gave away that they were watching like wolves in wait, their teeth only baring when someone burst through the door unexpectedly. 

“You two have to calm down,” you started, swivelling in your chair to face them, ignoring the way that the wardrobe crew grumbled. “You’ll have a heart attack otherwise.”

Bucky laughed, his broad shoulders shaking in apparent mirth before they abruptly stopped, his face falling deadpan. “Not a chance.”

The guard next to him, James, stared at you, his face in shadow so you only just made out the slight eyebrow raise. He might have said something, though it was lost behind the black mask he wore. 

“C’mon, guys,” you whined. Nerves were making you fidget and you continued to ignore the scowling of the nail tech. “Humour me, I’m already nervous enough.”

If the room were not crowded with staff, you would have been wrapped in Bucky’s arms with soothing words, while James stood to the side and offered you a soft smile that brightened his eyes, his hand taking hold of yours. 

But you weren’t alone, you were amongst people that would have no qualms about throwing you to the wolves–the head of the pack being your father, who would downright turn into a monster if he found out the arrangement you had with his two best men. 

The secret had to be kept at all cost. 

“You will do fine.”

You looked at James and smiled. Out of the two, James struggled the most with displaying any kind of care or outward softness–entirely opposite to his partner. Though he had his moments when he managed to soothe you in his own way. “Thank you, Jamie,” you whispered, and he nodded once, his curtain of dark hair shifting with the sudden movement. 

“They won’t know what hit ‘em,” Bucky said, smiling widely and dare you say it, proudly. 

“Ten minutes!” A voice called from behind the closed door, and you sighed heavily. 

The makeup team did their final touches and cleared away swiftly under the piercing gaze of James, while Bucky watched the stylists move in and adjust your clothes. It was all so much - even after all the rehearsals it still felt like you were walking out there like a fawn, too weak and stumbly on heels that were too big with predators nipping at your heels. The wolves that protected you felt too far away.

“Hey, hey,” a muffled voice said, a blurred face hovered in your sight and you blinked. It was Bucky, and his voice was so low only you would hear him. “You with me, doll? ‘M here, c’mon. Deep breath for me.”

You startled and gasped sharply, the sudden expansion of your lungs making you cough. 

“Are you done?” Bucky asked the room at large, his gaze focused on the styling team who nodded quickly. “Get out.”

Shoes scrambled over the linoleum floor and James’ heavy boot falls followed before a slam of the door echoed. “They’re gone,” James said simply, walking back over to stand next to Bucky. “You will do so well, kisa,” he whispered, kneeling down so he could look up at you. His hands were cold when he grabbed yours, but you squeezed them back while taking a deep breath. “And we’re so proud of you, our girl, hmm?”

Bucky’s hand rested on your shoulder as James spoke and he squeezed. 

“Yeah,” you breathed, trying your hardest to stem the tide of tears so your makeup wouldn’t be ruined. “Yeah I-I will, I want you to be proud-”

“We always are, sweetheart,” Bucky interrupted. He kissed your forehead softly while James placed a hand on your thigh. “Always proud of our girl, aren’t we, James?”

“Navsegda i vechnost',” James replied. 

Bucky snorted and ruffled James’ hair, who let out an indignant huff. “Such a sap.”

A loud knock at the door made the two men turn around quickly, and it opened wide enough for Tracey, your favourite assistant, to peek her head through. Bucky and James relaxed at the sight of her, and you met her eye. “You’re up next, love,” she said before looking between your wolves. “Hey James, Bucky.”

“Thanks, Tracey, I’ll be out there in a second.” Tracey nodded and shut the door softly. You stood and brushed down your outfit, sighing softly. 

“You look stunning, doll,” Bucky whispered, cupping your cheek. 

James nodded and his eyes brightened above the mask. “Krasivaya, moy kisa.”

You smiled widely at their attention and you started walking forward. In an instant, the soft and comforting aura was dropped, replaced by one that billowed like smoke of fierce protectiveness while they flanked you. Staff gave you a wide berth and you were relieved; you needed the space. 

Bodies were flocking to and fro from the stage and amongst them, you spied Tracey standing by the stairs, clipboard in hand and a calm smile on her face amongst the chaos. “Hey,” you greeted, coming to a stop just before her. “All ready to go now, when am I on?”

Tracey glanced down at the clipboard and hummed. “Erica and Sophie need to do their thing, and then it’s you.” She glanced back up and pointedly stared at Bucky and James, who, naturally, didn’t flinch. “You boys can wait just here,” she said, pointing towards the steps. “Mind you don’t get in the way of everyone else.”

You heard James scoff and Bucky rolled his eyes. “Yes, ma’am,” Bucky said, saluting. 

“Thank you.”

James and Bucky didn’t leave your side, however. They stuck like glue to you until it was your turn to make your way onto the catwalk, and always the gentlemen, they held your hands on the way up. “Can’t have you falling down. Now, go get ‘em,” Bucky said, beaming. 

The stage was bright, the cameras blinding with their constant flashes. A calm settled over you and the catwalk became an extension of your being–it was time to work. People and camera men clamoured at the base of the raised platform as you strutted to the end, and you ignored them, your eyes focused on a point at the far wall. 

You imagined Bucky and James waiting for you at the end at the stairs to keep your breathing even, your expression blank and calm. It worked a charm, until a loud shout rang out over the chaos. 

There was a man beside you suddenly, waving a Glock and a manic glint in his eye. “There ain’t enough fuckin’ money to save you, bitch!” Cold dread flooded your stomach and then his hand grabbed your bicep hard, the grip bruising. 

“Let me-”

“Let the girl go!” Bucky. He was standing on the catwalk, gun drawn, and face carved from stone. “You let her go, and I won’t shoot to kill.”

People were screaming behind you, and you winced, your vision blurring from the tears that burned your waterline. You didn’t want to die. The sudden cold bite of metal hit your temple and you whimpered–the gunman had you in his grip and he wasn’t going to let go, he wasn’t going to release you back to your wolves. 

The predatory glint in Bucky’s eyes told you all you needed to know; this was it. He wasn’t looking at you and the silent tears that fell unbidden down your cheeks, he was watching the gunman with such lethal vitriol it was a wonder he didn’t drop dead on the spot. 

“I said, let her go, and I won’t shoot to kill.” Bucky’s voice was low, a deep growl from the belly of the wolf. “You don’t want a third eye, do you?”

“Not until her bastard father-” You began to squirm, desperate to get away and back to Bucky and James, even though you couldn’t see the latter. “Stand still, bitch!”

You froze, and so did the world around you. The muzzle of his Glock pushed into your temple again with such force it made you grit your teeth. People were still screaming around you and there was shouting, pleas for safety and to lower weapons. 

Where the fuck was James? You sobbed and looked around frantically, there was no sign of him, but Bucky had changed his stance; shoulders straight and legs spread, it was as though he was preparing to pounce. 

“Get her father on the phone and maybe I won’t fuck her face up too badly,” the gunman yelled, pulling you close against his chest and wrapping the hand he had around your arm around your throat instead. “She can have an open casket, isn’t that what you want?”

He squeezed and you choked, staring wide-eyed at Bucky. Scrabbling against the man’s arms was doing nothing, but you kept trying–I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die- you begged, a continuous chant. 

Bucky’s lip curled in a snarl, and he glanced at you, eyes not softening, before staring back at the gunman. A chill flew down your spine at the absolute fury in his eyes. “I warned you.”

A quiet whoosh sounded far away, the grip on your throat lessened, and a wet splatter echoed right next to your ear, followed by the loud thump of a body hitting the floor.

“DOWN!” A pair of hands grabbed both of your arms and pulled you forward into a hard, broad chest. Screams from the people echoed around you and more gunshots cracked the air. 

“Oh my-” You gasped, staring down at the body that once held you like a bargaining chip. It was surreal. The person holding you ran, and you watched in shock as a pair of legs clad in tactical gear appeared beside you–James. 

“Dvigat'sya!”

“What-”

“Fucking move, you bastard!” A voice ordered above you over the screaming of the gathered spectators and you realised it was Bucky–Bucky was holding you to his chest in a kind of side hold while he pushed through the crowd, gun in hand. 

Someone managed amongst the fray to rush Bucky from the side and you screamed–he had a knife- “No, you fucking don’t!” Bucky roared, the hand with the gun somehow whipped up in time to roundhouse the man in the head, the crack of his skull loud enough to be heard over the chaos around you.

“Hold on, doll, you’re safe,” Bucky continued, his voice sharper than a knife in your ear. Fear spread like wildfire through your entire body and you seized up, the instinct to freeze setting in before you could comprehend his assurance. “Fuck, James, prikroy menya!”

“Idti!”

Arms swept under your knees and behind your shoulders, and you were resting against Bucky’s chest - eyes still wide with fear and confusion. People were running and scattering in their haste to get away, and gunshots still filled the air. You could see James behind Bucky with his Skorpion drawn, the muzzle flashing with each shot he took. 

There was no way to make sense of what had happened–you were just on the catwalk, doing your job, your passion, and now you were in Bucky’s arms while James slaughtered the remaining gunmen with no care for taking them alive. A switch had been flicked between the two of them, and you were helplessly struck dumb with the absurdity of it all. 

The night air was cold against your already goosebump stricken skin and you gasped, flinching instinctively and curling closer into Bucky’s chest. “I got you, sweetheart, hang on,” Bucky rushed. He was looking around with narrowed eyes, looking for something, when they widened. “James! There, go!” He jerked his head towards what he was searching for but James stood stock still, gun trained on the entrance of the venue. 

“Go, take her and get out of here!”

Bucky growled, a snarl on his lips and you whimpered. “I will not leave you the fuck behind, get your ass in the car and drive!”

“Ty, blyad', idiot, ya skazal tebe poyti, i vot ty prosto-”

Hearing them fight was worse than a knife to the guts, and you whined, reaching a hand out to James. “Please, I-”

“You heard her,” Bucky yelled over his shoulder while he stalked to what you saw was a car, the black SUV they had driven you here in. “Popast' v chertovu mashinu.”

The cold night air vanished when Bucky placed you on the back seat. “Bucky, what happened, I-I don’t-” You tried, but you were silenced when he sat next to you and pulled you close so your head could rest on his shoulder.

“You were targeted,” Bucky explained hastily. The sound of the driver’s door slamming shut made you flinch, and the car rumbled to life. “I fucking knew something wasn’t right-”

Tires squealed against the pavement and the car jerked forward, pushing you harder against Bucky’s shoulder. “I’m sorry- Hang on,” James said loudly, and the car swerved around a corner. “Bezopasnyy dom, Bucky?”

“Da, tikhiy,” Bucky replied. “Vy videli, kto yeshche eto bylo?”

James and Bucky were still talking, but their voices were becoming muffled, and you started to breathe heavily - the tides of panic were starting to pull you under. You were attacked? Targeted? The concept would be laughable if you were in a fit state of mind, who would want to attack you, it was fucking absurd.

“Sweetheart, stay with me,” Bucky whispered and you sobbed. His hand grabbed yours and placed it over his chest against the tactical shirt. “Breathe with me, in and out.” The steady beat of Bucky’s heart grounded you and you tried pulling in a lungful of air, but it caught on a sob. “I know, I know, sweetheart, you’re alright,” he soothed, pulling you impossibly closer.

“Bol'she vragov yeye ottsa, bez somneniya,” James said, his voice still loud and you opened your eyes, not realising you had closed them. Bucky growled low in his throat at James’ statement. 

“Prosto voz'mi nas tuda i bystro,” Bucky then said, his voice low and his grip tightening. “Doll, look where we are.”

You looked up from his shoulder and gasped softly. The bright lights of Times Square shone in the night and into the back seat of the car. Bucky loosened his grip slightly so you could turn and watch the lights fly by; it was no secret that you loved the the area, both James and Bucky had accompanied you on every impromptu trip, and seeing it at such a desperately fearful moment instilled a calm unlike any other–it flowed and ebbed through the panic and loosened the vice around your chest, and the warmth of Bucky’s presence only made it easier to breathe. 

“Are you okay, kisa?” James asked from the front, glancing at you in the rear mirror when you met his gaze. 

Nodding slowly, you glanced back out the window. Bucky pulled you close again and you followed, not willing to be far from him for long at all. “We need to do another impromptu shopping trip,” Bucky offered, his voice quiet. The sigh from behind James’ mask was almost inaudible. “What, you love seeing her light up just as much as I do, punk.”

“You are not wrong,” James replied, and the car was cloaked in darkness again, the lights of Times Square long gone. 

The inside of the car was silent for a little while, filled with the occasional slight sniffle from you, and the hum of the car engine. It was broken when James turned the wheel and hissed quietly. “James?” Bucky asked, sitting ramrod straight. 

“It’s nothing-” James tried, but Bucky was having none of it. The concern rolled from him in waves and you began to grow worried, too. 

“Like hell it’s nothing, you idiot,” Bucky said, his voice sharp with worry. “Can you drive?” James nodded, though Bucky didn’t relax. “When we get there, I’ll sweep the place and you stay with her.” 

A stormy look pinched James’ brow and his eyes darkened, and if he wasn’t wearing his mask, you knew you would have seen him scowling and gritting his teeth in frustration–he didn’t take well to being ordered around. “James,” you said softly, and he looked at you briefly in the mirror before focusing on the road again. “Please let Bucky look at the wound when we get- Where are we going?”

“Safe house,” Bucky answered.

You nodded. “Let Bucky look at you when we get there, please, for me.” It seemed to take all the effort in him, but you watched James’ shoulders sag as he nodded once. 

Half an hour later, the car pulled into a home nestled deep amongst trees, the long driveway passing in a heartbeat. Bucky shifted on the seat and kissed you on the forehead. “You wait with James,” he said, then he looked towards the front. “Give me the Skorpion.”

James’ hand reached back with his favourite weapon and Bucky took it, pulling out the clip and replacing it with a fully loaded magazine. The car came to a stop, and Bucky jumped out immediately, focus entirely honed on the unassuming house.

“Come, kisa,” James said, opening the door. You followed and gasped at the cold air of the night. James’ door shut quietly and he beckoned you over. “C’mere.”

Warmth enveloped you when James pulled you close, and you shuffled closer so you were plastered to his front, soaking in the offered act of comfort like it was your last. “I was so scared,” you mumbled, tearing up again.

“I know, kisa,” James rasped. His voice was muffled by the mask and you pulled away slightly, reaching up and around to the back of his head. It came away with a click and James sighed. “Thank you.”

“I know you like wearing it, but I want to see my James now,” you whispered. James smiled and one of his hands held the back of your neck, and pulled you closer. 

Footsteps sounded from the front of the house. “It’s clear. Get inside, come on.” With Bucky’s command, you grabbed James’ arm and walked forward, wincing in sympathy whenever he grimaced. “Where did you get hit?”

“My side, I think it just grazed-” 

Bucky scowled. “Doll, take him straight to the bathroom, it’s the first door on the left in the hallway.” You nodded and started walking when Bucky stalked towards what looked to be the kitchen, calling over his shoulder, “You better do as you’re fucking told, punk.”

You would have rolled your eyes as James’ heavy sigh had you been in a joking mood. Exhaustion settled heavy in your mind, weighing down your body with the realisation of what had just happened. 

“Stay with us, kisa,” James breathed, watching you as he entered the surprisingly large bathroom. “Don’t get stuck in that pretty head of yours.”

“Sorry-” You tried, but you were cut off by James’ lips on yours. It was a soft kiss, sweet and giving, and it had you almost weak in the knees. 

James pulled away first and shook his head slightly. “Don’t you dare say you’re sorry,” he ordered gently, holding your face between his hands. “I will not have it.”

“Stop pulling moves on our girl and sit your ass down,” Bucky said suddenly, appearing in the doorway, a smirk teasing the corner of his lips. “Go on.”

With a huff, James sat on the bench in the shower, moving to take off the tactical gear when you rushed forward. “No, no, let me,” you said, fingers already moving to undo the buckles. James looked up at you with wide eyes, your urgency rendering him speechless. 

Metal clinked behind you and you figured Bucky was preparing the med kit, but you didn’t rush, every move seemed to irritate James’ wound and like hell you would cause him more pain. 

A few moments later, James sat on the bench shirtless with the wound in his side on full display. It was a bullet wound, though thankfully it was only a graze; like all three of you had hoped. “Alright,” Bucky said, sitting next to James and facing him with a grimace. “This will sting.”

“Hang on,” you said. The two of them watched you curiously as you darted out the room, coming back with a small stool from the kitchen you had passed by just a few moments ago. You placed it in front of James and sat down. “Come here, baby,” you whispered, and James immediately obeyed, his eyes clouded with unshed tears. Bucky watched sadly while James got comfortable, your hand on the back of his neck and your fingers in his hair so you could scratch his scalp, while the other rested against his shoulder. One of his hands rested on your knee, the other on your thigh, and he squeezed whenever a sharp breath of pain left him.

You had learnt through trial and error–mostly error–that James wouldn’t let his guard down around anyone bar the two of you, and while he was hurting… it was even harder for him to maintain that facade. 

“Okay, go ahead,” you whispered, looking at Bucky who nodded once, and got to work patching the wound. 

“You did well today, doll,” Bucky began, the needle in his fingers moving with precision. “Even though it all went to shit.” A subtle shift against your neck told you James was nodding his agreement. 

“What happened?” You asked, still maintaining the soothing motion of scratching James’ scalp. “I was out there and all of a sudden it just… blew up. I didn’t know what the hell was happening.”

There was a pause and you watched Bucky’s expression remain carefully neutral. “I honestly don’t know who the fuck it was that attacked you tonight,” Bucky said. “You know your father isn’t exactly a saint-”

You knew that for a fact. He was a dirty CEO, probably worse, and it was why you decided to split from his ‘ideal daughter’ and pave your own way. No way did you want to be involved in dirty money. 

“-And we,” Bucky gestured to James and then himself, “believe someone wanted revenge for something that he’s done, one way or another. It’s the only thing that makes sense right now, anyway.”

Silence fell while you considered his words. And then, you sighed heavily at the sudden weight of the world on your shoulders. “Well, fuck.”

Bucky snorted and continued to bandage James’ side. “My thoughts exactly.”

“Wait- How did- Who killed the man that had me-”

“James did,” Bucky answered, not meeting your eyes. 

You gaped at Bucky and your hand tightened in James’ hair. “How? That was not a typical gunshot wound.”

“There has always been a case in your dressing room with one of James’ snipers,” Bucky went on to explain, eyes still trained on the wound. James was stiff in your hold, bracing himself. “The case and gun only unlock slash operate when it is his fingerprints. When you went up the stairs he doubled back and assembled it, and then hid in the rafters to watch you and the crowd. I knew he was going to take the shot,” he gestured to his ear. “Thanks to that device.”

“You what?” You asked, astonished. “There has been a sniper rifle in my fucking dressing room this entire time? How did I never see it?”

“I am good at hiding,” James whispered against your neck. “You never saw it because I was the one that hid it, the staff didn’t know.”

“What the fuck.” A quiet laugh left both James and Bucky at your surprise. 

“You know we’re nothing if not thorough, doll.”

A few moments had passed when Bucky finally shifted in his seat and placed the unused supplies back in the med kit before running a hand up and down James’ back. “It’s done, you did good.”

“Thank you,” James said quietly, his voice slightly muffled by your neck. He placed a soft kiss there and then sat up, wincing from the pain. 

You smiled sadly and stood from the stool. 

“Wait, wait,” Bucky called, hand raised. “How’s your arm?”

“It’s fine, I think it’ll only bruise a little bit,” you assured, looking between the both of them who were staring up at you. “James stopped him just in time.”

They both looked displeased but you walked out of the bathroom. It felt like you were just going through the motions, operating on autopilot as you took the stool back into the kitchen. It was all too much. Your father, the attack, the realisation that no matter how hard you tried, the trail of sin would follow you and endanger you; maybe even for the rest of your life.

“Sweetheart?” The voice was soft and you turned to see Bucky hovering behind you, a slight frown that was the final nail in the coffin. “Oh, babydoll,” Bucky breathed, rushing forward and throwing the med kit onto the counter when you shuddered, a heart wrenching sob wracking your chest. “C’mere, I’m here.”

The sudden embrace broke the floodgates and you wailed - overwhelmed and so, so afraid. Bucky held you against his chest in a crushing grip, willing it to ground and soothe you, when James poked his head out from the bathroom. They must have shared a silent look because you felt James against your back, his bulk just as warm and comforting as Bucky’s. 

“We’ve got you, kisa,” James whispered while Bucky began to rock you gently side to side. “You’re safe.”

A moment later, Bucky shifted you slightly in his arms, and James let go. You whined at the loss of contact but Bucky hushed you. “Let’s get into bed, you need your rest, and so does this punk.”

James huffed and led the way towards a closed door. 

“Please lay with me, I don’t want to be alone,” you whispered, clutching Bucky’s shirt. “Please.”

“Of course we’re gonna stay, sweetheart,” Bucky offered, walking you to the bed and placing you on the edge. “We wanna hold you.”

James made a hum of agreement and moved onto the bed, kneeling behind you. “Arms up.” You did so and James pulled your shirt off, his touch lingering on your skin. Bucky made short work of your shoes, socks, and pants with minimal help from you. The weight behind you shifted and the sound of more buckles unfastening made your skin warm. 

“No, not tonight,” Bucky said, reading your mind. “Just wanna hold you.”

You nodded and then James’ hand pulled you back so your back was flush with his chest. Thinking of his wound, you opened your mouth to protest when his hand rested against your stomach and he tucked his chin into the crook of your neck. “It’s fine, don’t you worry. Just relax for us.”

The bed bounced when Bucky sidled up to your front. You looked up at him, feeling safe and content while between them. “Well, hey there, sugar,” Bucky purred, smirking cheekily. “You come here often?”

You giggled and James made a quiet noise of protest. “No funny business.”

“Bite me,” Bucky retorted, looking affronted. 

“I am tempted-”

“Boys,” you interrupted. Bucky stared at you and you could just feel James’ annoyance. They were so petty. “Cuddle me.” Instantly, James’ arms tightened around your middle and Bucky slung his leg over your thigh, moving so close you could rest your forehead against the juncture of his throat and you rested a hand against his chest, right over his heart.

“Didn’t have to tell us twice, sweetheart,” Bucky said, the rumble of his voice against your palm soothing. 

The three of you laid in silence until a wave of exhaustion suddenly hit you, a wide yawn leaving you before you could stifle it. “Go to sleep, kisa,” James whispered, and Bucky kissed your forehead. “We’ve got you, you’re safe.”

Sleep pulled you under before you could reply, and you missed the way James and Bucky looked at you; so tenderly and with a fierce protectiveness, unmeasured and untamed. They would protect you, no matter the cost.

navsegda i vechnost' = forever and eternity krasivaya, moy kisa = beautiful, my kitten dvigat'sya! = move! prikroy menya! = cover me! idti! = go! ty, blyad', idiot, ya skazal tebe poyti, i vot ty prosto- = you fucking idiot, I told you to go and there you are- popast' v chertovu mashinu = get in the damn car bezopasnyy dom = safe house da, tikhiy = yes, the quiet one. vy videli, kto yeshche eto bylo? = did you see who else it was? bol'she vragov yeye ottsa, bez somneniya = more of her father's enemies, no doubt prosto voz'mi nas tuda i bystro. = just get us there, and fast.

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There weren’t many places for him to hide with his towering height and broad stature, yet he blended in almost too naturally, adapting to the surrounding space as if he belonged there—when that was far from the truth. He didn’t belong anywhere, regardless of how hard he tried to pretend so.

The only tell was the feeling of being watched. 

His blue eyes set in steely glare, dissecting you like one of those dead specimens on the aluminum tray.  

You had a lab with him one year, and you remember the shivers crawling up your spine when he smiled and made his way over. You thank the universe every day that Natasha slid into the free chair and asked very loudly if you’d be her partner.  

“He’s a fucking weirdo.” Natasha grumbled in disgust, glaring at his retreating back, “I don’t have to know him to know he’s into freaky shit.”

Rumours were always just gossip, ill judgment spreading around like wildfire but at this point, you’d believe anything about him, anything to fill that empty void of unease.

Was there any proof that he was into fucked up shit? Or that he was a dark web lurker or a disgusting pervert? No, but your gut told you to flee whenever he was around and that was enough.

Ari was a proud introvert, an odd balance between shy and awkwardly friendly. A small part of you pities him—the different, nerdy reject shrouded in alleged disturbed mystery. You’d never admit it but he was devilishly handsome and in an alternative dimension, he’d be exactly your type. 

In any other classes you shared, you purposefully arrived late so he couldn’t sit next to you and so far,  it’s kept him at bay. You felt weird around him but so did everyone else. 

If there were something truly wrong with him, all of those lingering suspicions would’ve exposed him by now, or at least that’s what you tell yourself.

It was easy to blame everything on stress, the pressure of school and your impending future weighing heavy on your shoulders. Like most lonely nights, you dive into the virtual passions of the Internet. 

With earbuds in, you scroll through the profiles, your gaze lingering on the lewd photos and biographies. One catches your attention, a little red ‘Top Hot 20’ pinned by the username and a teasing picture of flexed abs and a dark happy trail. You read over his most recent videos: 

Jerking off and cumming in library (almost caught) – public masturbation

Eating sleeping girlfriend’s wet pussy – puffy clit, spitting, pussy slapping

You tap on the last one:

Dry humping girlfriend while she sleeps – dirty talk, cum shot

Clean runners softly pad on the carpet floor, the blanket is pulled back and exposes the girl’s backside. The dim flash barely illuminates her body, just an outline of her figure bathed in the moonlight. His big hand caresses her thighs, wasting no time in rubbing over her core. 

Almost in a trance, you replicate his motions, tracing over your clothed slit as a quiet breath flutters from your lips, drowned out by his heavy groan.

“Look at you, all ready for daddy…” He rasps, his words slurred, “You knew what I needed tonight, huh?” He touches her petals, spreading the panty-clad folds, “Such a cute little pussy, Want me to fuck you?”  

She sleepily rocks against his hand and he laughs, silencing her murmurs with a hand on her back. He manhandles her as he pleases, tossing pillows and blankets to the floor before straddling the back of her thighs.

You exhale and dip your fingers beneath the band of your underwear, seeking that needy bundle. Tingles fill your tummy while you circle your hole, gathering your juices up to your clit. 

His fist squeezes his base and slides up to the angry red tip, smearing the pearly dribbles with his thumb. He’s thick and long, veins protruding from the smooth girth before disappearing under his bushy pubic hair. He grinds against her ass, his pre cum leaking all over her panties.

“You’re so fucking wet, I can smell you.” 

With heavy groans, he rocks against her and the camera shakes. Primal thrusts slide his solid cock between her cheeks, staining the poor cotton. His big hand lands a series of harsh spanks, they’re so hard you feel the burning sensation too. 

You fuck yourself with your fingers in time with his grinds and whine, imagining his fat length rubbing against you just like that. 

“One of these days I’m gonna rub my sack all over your cunt. Get you all messy.” A forceful thrust sends the girl sliding a few inches up the bed. “Awh, you dropped your stuffie, little dummy.” He reaches out of the frame and returns with a stuffed animal. 

It takes you less than a second to recognize the black and white spots. To your horror, he places the stuffie on a pillow and pets the head right between the small horns. 

“There we go, gotta make sure Milky is watching. You gonna be quiet for me now, baby?” He laughs, “oh, why am I even asking? It’s not like you can wake up anyway.” 

Your heart plummets to the ground, shattering every layer of the Earth until falling into the endless oblivion of space.

“Can’t wait to fuck your ass, maybe I’ll do it while you’re sleeping, just like how I ate your cute cunt.” He spits, roughly groping her—your flesh, “bet you woke up all sore. Was wondering why you were so sensitive, like someone tortured your pussy.” He curses lowly and his hips stutter,  “sorry for bein’ so mean. You make me into a fucking animal.” 

All air is yanked from your body when his cum spurts out, covering your panties and lower back. He groans shamelessly, jerking off with his own seed to expel every last drop before pulling down the back of your stained panties. He rubs it into your skin like a sick claim of ownership. 

“I love you so much, baby. You have no fuckin’ clue.”

Despite the lightheadedness, you scroll to the comments. Every blink momentarily focuses your blurry vision on the bright screen: 

Cute stuffed animal lol

should’ve taken her panties off. I wanted to see that pretty pussy

damn, she’s knocked out cold. How does she sound when she’s awake?

MrSinister: absolutely divine. She’ll be awake in my next video, I promise.

𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: my oh my 🫡 i feel very dirty, like i need to physically scrub my brain from this whore behaviour. happy Saturday besties.

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Professor Barnes peered down his nose at you. His eyes were dark and heavy with lust. Hushed moans and silent sighs poured from his throat as you choked around his cock. 

His dick was huge. Thick, veiny, and angry looking when you took it out of his slacks. Your mouth didn't fit around it initially, but with the pressure of his big hand behind your head you made do. Especially since he refused to let you use your hands. 

You looked up at his blurry image, tears running down your face like small rivers. He ran a thumb against your wet cheeks. A smile graced his beautiful face as he licked at the salty taste. 

"Doing so well for me. Such a good girl." He cooed, hands finding purchase in your hair. 

You had a crush on Professor Barnes since he walked through the classroom doors. His no-nonsense attitude and stern demeanor made you weak in the knees. The gray in his otherwise brown hair also helped. Older men just did something for you. 

So, when he suggested a private session to help with your grade in his atrociously hard class, you agreed. His tone was full of sex and the wink he threw your way made you want to sign up for a hundred sessions with him.

"You suck cock so well. Fuck, 'm gonna cum." 

The blush on his cheeks and the blissful expression on his face made you giddy. You liked seeing his normally bitter features soften because of what you were doing to him. It hurt, but it was worth it to have his attention focused solely on you. Especially with the quiet praises that poured out of his mouth about how much he was enjoying himself. 

It was a few minutes more of sucking and swallowing when his hand grabbed your chin to hold you to him. 

"Swallow it all." His voice took on the harsh tone he used in class. "You fucking spill any of it and I'll dock your grade ten points for every drop."

There was no nodding. You couldn't pull away. You managed to relax your throat some when you started to taste him. It was an explosion of gooey, salty grossness. You'd never liked giving head to completion and this was why. Cum was disgusting to you. 

Your breathing became ragged as you forced it down. A tiny dribble poured out from the corner of your overly stretched mouth. Professor Barnes watched with a cruel smirk. 

He let your chin go so he could drag his finger against your mouth. Catching the cum, he brought it up to his face. 

"I thought you'd be better, but I'll be nice this time. You seemed very scared of my cock." 

"I -" you started, but he cut you off. 

"Hush." His fingers smeared the now cold gunk on your cheek. "I'll only take off five points. But, you did such a good job taking me. You'll need to do a lot more to impress me if you want to pass, but I think you'll get there with more sessions." 

All you could do was look down at the floor and nod. Your work was always handed back with messages complaining in some way how subpar it was. You were overly embarrassed now. You couldn't even suck him off well enough to pass.

"Now go. I've got a lot of work to do and other sessions."

The way he spoke sounded a lot like the suggestive tone he had used on you. Full of promise for something better than a normal teacher-student meeting. 

"Oh," was all you could get out. 

"What, you thought you were the only one?" He let out a sharp, quick laugh. 

You wiped your face on your sleeve. "No, I just…I dunno what I expected." You admitted with a shrug. 

It stung to hear him, to see his amusement at your crushed heart. You scrambled to your feet. You could hear him tuck himself back into his pants while you grabbed your things. Your hand reached for the door handle when you heard him speak.

"Same time next week," he called out. 

You turned to look at him. The sickening taste of him was heavy in your mouth as if his cock was still down your throat. 

"If you're better than this time, you just might pass. Now, go." He waved his hand at you dismissively, looking back to some paperwork on his desk. 

Sebastian looked down, pulling at his cuffs, adjusting them on his wrists as he walked towards you slowly. You backed up, hitting the wall with a quiet gasp. His eyes snapped up to yours, and your breath hitched at the hunger in them.

“Do you have any idea baby, what that little picture you sent did to me?” Sebastian asked lowly, voice just barely over a whisper. He took another step towards you, standing less than a foot away.

"I-" His arm whipped up, hand lightly around your throat and you cut yourself off. You could feel his ring, pressing cool against your skin and you shivered, Sebastian tracking the movement.

"No, I don't want to hear any excuses baby, I want to hear numbers," he grinned as your eyes widened. Sebastian released your neck and you scrambled to get to the bed, bending over it and looking back at him.

Sebastian took his time shrugging off his suit jacket and setting it on a chair before working on his cuffs. You bit your lip, watching as he put the cufflinks in his pocket and worked on the cuffs. A whine slipped through your teeth and a smirk formed on his lips but his eyes stayed on his hands.

"A little eager, are we?" Sebastian asked, long fingers pulling at his cuffs and rolling up his sleeves, exposing his strong forearms. This time you moaned, and he chuckled as he flexed his hand, ring catching in the light.

He toyed with it as he walked to you, spinning it around and around his pinky, until he stopped it facing inwards. Sebastian reached down, hands finding your ass and squeezing, tighter, until you were gasping, hands clenching in the bedspread.

Sebastian let go and quickly smacked your ass, making you yelp, head dropping to the mattress as you groaned out, "One." He spanked you again, "Two!" falling from your lips before you even thought about it.

He kept going, up to fifty before he stopped, fingertips smoothing over your flaming skin, tracing a pattern that you couldn't figure out at first, brain muddled as it was, then realized with a start and moan, were his initials.

"You figured it out baby? What I did? Made you mine baby, put my fucking brand on you," Sebastian muttered, and you could hear him fumbling with his pants behind you, so you spread you legs, groaning at the waves of pain radiating from your ass down to your toes.

"Yeah that's it baby, good girl, always know what to do, gonna give you what you want baby." Sebastian lined up with your entrance and thrust in, stretching and filling you in one motion, your head lifting off the bed as your back arched. He grabbed your ass again, squeezing hard and you shrieked, head dropping and hips jerking in his hold.

Sebastian started thrusting, fucking you hard as he released your ass and slid his hand up your back, sliding around your neck to grab your throat. You gasped, eyes rolling back into your head as he started squeezing, the metal of his ring warm now, starting to blend in with his skin.

You could feel your orgasm building, from the pain in your ass, the pleasure in your cunt, and the hand around your throat, you were seconds away from coming.

Sebastian squeezed a little tighter, and you could feel his ring digging into your skin, probably marking you again, and you lost it, eyes rolling back as you came, clenching hard around Sebastian's dick. He swore loudly, hips pumping even harder to stay inside you. His hand fell away from your throat and your head fell to the bed again, gasping for air as he kept fucking you, chasing his orgasm.

"God baby, you're so fucking perfect, so hot, everything you do, always know what I need. Who needs a fucking award when I've got you," he grunted, and you sighed happily, starting to float. "I gotcha baby, so good to me, my perfect girl."

Sebastian came with a groan, and you faintly registered the feeling of his warm cum filling you, his hips slowly stopping thrusting, and his dick slipping out of you. You whined and he hushed you, stroking his hand over you ass lightly, before helping you crawl up onto the bed fully.

You sprawled out, head turned to the side, and Sebastian came and laid down next you, rubbing cooling lotion into your heated skin, before pressing a kiss to your cheek. He leaned against the headboard and pulled you into his arms, letting you rest against his body in between his legs, still wearing his suit pants and shirt, but unbuttoned so you could lay against his skin. He traced patterns on yours until you came back to yourself, stretching and flexing your fingers and toes.

"You feeling alright baby?" Sebastian asked quietly, and you nodded, blinking up at him and smiling.

"I feel good. A little sore but you know I love that," you responded and he grinned, before his eyes flicked down to your neck. They darkened a little and your smile grew, fingers reaching up to trace where you were sure his initials were. Finding them, you shivered, when you pressed on the spot and it ached.

"Gonna have to think about getting a tattoo after this," you half joked, and Sebastian's eyes flicked back to yours, your breath catching at the desire in them. "Oh god, Seb, you already wrecked me, I can't go again," you laughed, and he pressed a kiss to your forehead, pulling you closer.

"Later," he promised, and you grinned into his chest, fingers playing with the light dusting of hair there.