Marie🤍

Minors do not interact; I will block you

Chris Evans

Don’t laugh at me| HC

Need More Time| HC

Say it again| pt2.| <1k

Garden Boy| HC

Eating Out| HC

Besties Already| HC

Down Low| HC

Meeting Chris| HC

Dating a Southerner| HC

Dating a Brit| HC

Dating a French| HC

Dating a Norwegian| HC

Dating a Latina| HC

Dating an Italian| HC

Dating a Muslim| HC

Dating an Indian| HC

Dating a Tall Girl| HC

Just Say It| >1k| Actress!Reader

Not a Problem| >1k| Younger!Reader

Ruin the Surprise| HC

Tease| >2k

Wet and Naked| <1k

Sebastian Stan

Leave your Shoes Here| HC

Settle in pt2.| HC

Fighting| HC feat. Chris Evans

Overreacting or Over Acting| HC

“Bucky” in bed| HC

Uncomfy|HC

Don’t Care| HC

Out of Reach| <1k

Vancouver| <1k

Teaching| >1k (pt1. here)

NSFW ABC

A = Aftercare 

Sebastian is very attentive. He's also a busy man who works so much, so every moment that you two are together he makes sure is perfect. After sex is no exception. He'll wrap you in his arms and a blanket, after cleaning you up, murmuring whispers in your ear about his day, your day, reading his next script to you as you lull to sleep under the comfort of his voice.

B = Body part 

Sebastian is a fan of your legs. He loves having them draped across his lap, wrapped around his head or body, over his shoulders as he plunges into you deeper.

He's also quite partial to your back and shoulders. He loves the way you nuzzle farther into his chest when he spoons you. He'll swipe your hair away from your back and off your shoulders, peppering kisses and gentle nibbles along the skin, bringing out one of his favorite sound in the world-- your giggle.

C = Cum 

Sebastian isn't picky with where he cums. He'll always ask before coming in you though, but it doesn't matter if he cums inside you, on your stomach, on your ass, in your mouth-- he doesn't care.

D = Dirty secret 

Because Sebastian works so much and is away so often, he LOVES having videos of you, pictures of you, and even polaroid pictures of the two of you, but he keeps them at home where the two of you have them in a photo album.

If your career or line of work allows you to follow him in his travels or be close to him while he films, he loves to fuck you in as many places on set as possible. Similar to those couples who want to travel to every state or fuck in ever state, he wants to fuck you in every place with a door on set-- all of the sets.

Every movie, every show, every milestone, is cemented with fucking you.

E = Experience 

Sebastian strikes me as the guy who is humble about how good he is. I can see him as a shy guy who you wouldn't really think would fuck you until you forgot your name and weren't sure what day it was, but he's just humble.

This man is a menace. He knows exactly what he is doing, despite not even being in too many relationships. Call it part of his craft: to observe and study to perfect the skill and make it seem like he's doing very minimally.

F = Favorite position 

He's a traditional kinda guy. He likes missionary: he can watch you, hold you close, lift your legs over his shoulders, make you fuck yourself on his cock, bring his hand to choke you while he fucks you, toy with your clit. The possibilities are endless.

He's also a BIG fan of bending you over any thing that is sturdy enough to hold the weight of the both of you and the power of his thrusts... bonus points if there is a mirror.

G = Goofy 

He's a serious guy when it comes to sex. He might be humble to the outside world and at first, but after the first time, it goes out the window. He now knows that he can make your legs shake, body writhing underneath him, and takes your pleasure very serious.

H = Hair 

He's a nicely trimmed, groomed man. He is clean and likes to keep himself that way.

I = Intimacy 

Sebastian is very intimate. In and out of bed. He loves holding you close and whispering soft whispers to you, peppering your body with kisses and licks.

He loves holding you close, fucking into you slow and deep while his forehead rests on yours, eyes taking in every detail of your expressions, only leaning off of you when your coming so he can see exactly how your body reacts to the pleasure he gives you.

J = Jack off 

Because of the distance and time apart, there's definitely masterbation happening... remember those pictures and videos he likes to keep of you?

and yes, he sends pictures and videos of himself to you as well.

K = Kink 

Sebastian loves fucking you in front of a mirror. He goes crazy watching you watch yourself fall apart on him-- and the videos he takes of it🥵

He also likes spitting in your mouth, but he's not one to be degrading. So, he'll spit in your mouth but he won't like harshly spit at your face-- ya know?

Side note: you guys go out and have a few drinks and he's baby birding your drink into your mouth-- for everyone to see. He loves it. Territorial but not degrading.

L = Location 

Anywhere that has the smallest bit of privacy. A bathroom, a closet, a room backstage-- he's insatiable. There isn't a square inch of your home that hasn't been fucked in or on. (Even the guest room)

M = Motivation 

Every breath he takes is enough motivation for him to rail you.

What really gets him going is when you ask him to join you in the shower.

N = No 

He doesn't do anything to hurt you. Ever. Won't even spank you outside of a joking spank. Hand around your throat but as a control not squeezing at all. That kinda guy.

O = Oral 

We've all see the gifs of this man and his god forsaken tongue... he loves eating you out. There is nothing else in the world that he would rather spend his time doing.

Sure, he likes having you suck his dick, but nothing compares to your cunt.

P = Pace 

He's more of a fast and rough kind of guy, especially because of the amount of quickies you two indulge in, but he can be gentle and slow, when you two have the time.

Q = Quickie 

Yeah, big fan of them. He, as I said, wants to fuck you in every space possible of every set imaginable, so being quick is a virtue.

He's not a fan of being quick per se, but a fan of having you cum around him in as many places as possible-- a memory for only the two of you for any given space. He'd prefer to take his time with you, whether it be taking his time to pick you apart until your so full of love you could burst, or taking his time fucking you into the mattress until the only sounds coming out of your mouth resemble his name.

R = Risk 

He's careful to not have anything leaked or plastered for everyone to see, but he doesn't mind sneaking into a bathroom or closet of a crowded place.

And the trailer rocks so much when you surprise him on set, it's not like people don't know how much you two fuck...

S = Stamina 

Yeah, so his stamina is okay. He can go two rounds, but staves himself off by eating you out.

You're close to coming double digits before he's come twice... a good ratio.

T = Toys 

You guys have toys but they're rarely used when you guys are together. They're mostly props... remember the videos and pictures? Yeah, some are of you *using* the toys, but don't worry, Sebby likes to send you videos of him watching the videos on his laptop, cumming into a pair of your underwear, moaning your name-- with sound.

U = Unfair 

He's so unfair... but in a fair way.

Like, he'll send you videos of him cumming in your panties to a video of the two of you while he's working, but he also expects you to send one back. So, it's kinda fair.

But when you two are together, he can't keep his hands off of you. He doesn't intentionally tease you constantly but he's not trying too hard to not tease you.

V = Volume 

He's a grunter.

There, I said it.

He'll whisper dirty fucking things to you and get you whining and moaning his name, but when he's feeling it, he's grunting and groaning, your name is falling from his lips as if he needs to say it to live.

W = Wild card 

Sebastian is a big fan of dry humping. He'll do anything to have you whining and whimpering below him/ above him/ on him, and if that means sitting on the couch with a script in his hand, half watching you ride his thigh, then he'll do it.

It first happened when he had you pinned beneath him on the couch with his knee slotted between your legs while making out. You got so lost in the desire and need that you started grinding yourself down on him, small moans slipping from your lips to his.

X = X-ray 

Why tell you when you can support his movie see it? Go watch Monday.

Y = Yearning 

Have y'all seen that clip from the Romanian interview where he's asked sex in the morning or at night and this man says, "every hour if possible"? Well, yeah.

Z = Zzz 

"Color?"

You chuckled to yourself, responding quickly as they walked around you like vultures waiting for their prey, "Green." You appreciated them asking, seeing as you were bound to the bedposts and spread open for them, but this was child's play.

Being bound to the bed was your favorite of the punishments that you'd received, so you weren't quite sure what they had in store after your antics at the greenhouse.

Your thoughts were abandoned once they heard your response and their hands found your naked body. Soft, calloused hands smoothed over your skin as goosebumps pebbled in their wake. Chris and Sebastian remained silent above you, hovering over your body as their attention shifted to one another.

You laid helpless below the men as their hands found one another, tangling in hair and pulling necks closer as they kissed one another fervently. Your body begins to heat up as you watch the display, breathing becoming heavier as a hand slides down to your body. Sebastian's rough fingers pinch at your nipples harshly as he pays you no mind; his focus is still primarily on Chris as one of his hands slides down Seb's body to yours, thumb ghosting over your clit.

Just as soon as their hands found their places on your body, they were gone, leaving you to realize just what they had in store for you after all.

"Oh, God, please don't do this. I'm sorry," you whined as the men separated from one another and smirked down at you.

Chris was the first to speak-- the only to speak-- as Sebastian silently lifted himself from the mattress. "It's too late for that, don't you think? You wanted us so badly in the greenhouse, baby, what happened?" He taunted, moving so his knee was between your legs, pushing against your clit as he lowered his body to hover over you.

His lips were so close to yours you could feel his controlled breath on your face as his fingers traced down your face and body, only abandoning your soft skin when he reached just above the area you needed him most. You tried lifting your body to chase after his warm touch, but couldn't make it far before the restraints were pulling you back down to the mattress, making Chris smirk.

"What was it you said, baby? Something about needing a cock in your throat?" He whispered against your ear.

A soft moan left your throat at the words. Your thighs wanted to desperately to squeeze together to alleviate the need growing between your legs. A need that was evident to both men by the wet spot growing on the bed sheet beneath you.

You watched silently as Chris stood from the bed and began removing his clothes and Sebastian emerged from the closet holding your pink vibrator. Your heart picked up a pace when the man shook the toy at you, winking to you swiftly before wrapping a hand around Chris' neck and pulling him into a deep kiss.

"You make the slut choke and I'll send her over the edge?" He quipped to Chris, who groaned at the idea and nodded.

You gulped as the men walked closer to you in all their glory, eyes dark with lust. “Don’t worry, baby, you’ll have, too,” Chris muttered down to you as he knelt over your chest, hard cock laid against your face.

Chris tapped your lips gently with his cock, urging you to open your mouth for him, which you did. Your tongue slipped out of your mouth, licking up the underside of his dick before laving at the slit. He hissed at the contact as his hand wound tightly in your hair to gain control. “You said you wanted a cock in your throat not a lollipop. Now, be a good whore and let me in,” he spat while using his grip on your hair to pull your tongue off his cock before pushing himself into your warm mouth.

He groaned as your warm mouth wrapped around him, lips looking almost painfully stretched around his girth. His tip harshly hit the back of your throat, causing it to constrict as you choked around his cock, coughing spit up around the corners of your mouth.

He pulled your mouth off of him, using his fingers to wipe up the tails of spit between your lips and his cock before pushing three fingers into your mouth. “I thought my slut wanted a cock in her throat?” He inquired, using his free hand to wrap around your throat as his digits pushed their way passed your gag reflex.

“Just do it again, Chris. She’s a fast learner,” Sebastian muttered, speaking for only the second time tonight and reminding you that he was between your legs, watching Chris defile you for his pleasure— and encouraging it.

“I can do this,” Sebastian began saying and you heard a low vibration before he continued, “and get her to open up real quick.”

You gasped around Chris’ fingers as Sebastian pushed the vibrator in your ass, and Chris used the reprieve as an entrance point, pushing his fingertips deeper in your mouth.

“There’s the fucking slut,” Chris commented, smiling down at you as his hand left your throat and slapped your cheek.

You heard Sebastian moan as he pushed and pulled the vibrator against your tight hole. “Baby, get your dick in there. I wanna see her throat bulging from your big cock.”

The words made you groan against his fingers before they were pulled away from you. There were only brief moments of oxygen before Chris had your hair in his hand again, his saliva covered hand smacking against your cheek, “This is what you’ve been waiting for, slut, open up.”

You groaned around his cock as he pushes his way back in, using your hair to hold your head still as he fucked into your mouth. Sebastian pulled the vibrator from your ass, substituting it for a plug before laying beside your tied up body. “Relax. We all know how bad you want his cock to fill your throat,” he whispers against your shoulder.

You took a deep breath, relaxing your body as Chris pushed himself in further, groaning as he felt himself in your throat. Sebastian smirked up at you, fingers wrapping around your throat to feel Chris through your skin.

Both men were starring at you like you were the most amazing thing they'd ever laid their eyes on, and it made your body both flutter and heat up-- almost making you forget that you were not supposed to be enjoying the punishment.

Sebastian used his hand to squeeze around your throat, gently constricting your air even more and pushing Chris closer to his undoing. "Such a big cock, baby," Sebastian murmured, pressing a kiss to Chris' shoulder.

Chris was nearing his end; you could tell not only by the swell and slight twitch of his cock but because his punishing pace slowed a bit. He's controlling your movements by your hair, pulling you away from his cock for you to gasp wildly, desperate to build your lung supply before he inevitably shoved his way back into your mouth, and held your head against his abdomen until you were gasping and choking around his cock, throat constricting around him as your pussy would.

Sebastian hummed in appreciation of the sounds surrounding him: your gasping and choking, and Chris' guttural groans and soft whines. His tongue licked across his bottom lip as he neared Chris' ear and swiped along the shell of it before muttering, "Come on, baby. Cum down her throat like the hungry slut she is. Feed our whore, baby boy."

Chris pushed your head back down, holding you there despite the spit falling from the corners of your mouth, and then he twitched against your tongue, spurting his hot seed down your throat with a grunt.

You moaned softly as Chris pulled himself out of your mouth, tapping your swollen lips with his head as he steadied his breathing for a moment before moving to sit beside you, revealing to you that Sebastian was back between your legs waiting patiently for his turn with your attention.

Once he had gained your attention, with Chris laid beside you watching the man as well, he brought his hand down and slapped your pussy with a smile. "Great, now's my turn with her."

He leaned down to your cunt, bringing his tongue to your clit instantly. Your moans filled the room quickly, hips desperate to buck against his face as his tongue flicked against your nub harshly, eyes boring into your face.

The pleasure of his tongue flicking tirelessly against your clit mixed with the pressure of the plug in your ass drove you wild. Your gasps and groans seemed to echo through the room and bounce off the walls as you grew closer and closer to your orgasm.

Sebastian's hands wrapped around your bottom, hands holding your hips down with big hands splayed along your tummy as he watched and waited until he was sure you were about to come, and just when you gasped for a breath, getting ready to ask if you could come, he pulled away from you.

His hands and mouth left your body, leaving your gasps and groans to turn to a pathetic whimper as the man crawled up your body. He leaned into you, kissing you hungrily and deeply as you felt Chris' weight shift on the bed.

When Sebastian pulled away you were able to see Chris pass Seb the vibrator that had been neglected moments before. "Now, baby girl. You got what you asked for, right? You got Chris' big cock down your throat, right?" Sebastian inquired, licking down the valley of your breasts to your navel as you nodded. "So now, because you were acting like such a whore, I'm going to have a little fun with you, okay? Gonna prove to you just how much of a slut for us you really are," he added with a gentle kiss to your clit, glancing up to your face before adding a final question, "Color?"

You moaned at the man. The words, the tone, the checking on you: it was all making you wetter and increasingly needier. "Green, green, green," you repeated, back arching only slightly before relaxing back under the restraints.

Sebastian hummed in delight, twisting the vibrator on before pressing it harshly against your clit, "Good."

The pressure caught you by surprise, an airy moan left your lips as your body tried jerking away from the toy. Sebastian chuckles darkly at your responses before leaving soft kisses to your inner thighs, eyes flickering between watching your face and your weeping cunt.

Whimpers fell from your lips as Sebastian continued his torture on your clit, tears began to form as your orgasm built quickly within you. Sebastian's mouth wrapped around the skin of your thigh, teeth piercing the soft skin and sending you over the edge, but Sebastian noticed.

He hummed in delight as he pulled the vibrator away from you, turning it off before tossing it to the side, earning a long whine from you. "What happened to sending me over the edge?" You yelped, pulling against the restraints in frustration.

“Patience is a virtue, baby girl. If you ask nicely maybe I’ll let you cum this time,” Sebastian taunted.

“Please, Sebby, please. Please let me cum,” You begged, watching as Sebastian faked a ponder before bringing his lips to your stomach, leaving wet kisses along your abdomen.

“Tell us, baby. Are you our slut? Our good little whore, hmm?”

You groaned as his lips ghosted over your skin, tongue lightly tickling the goosebumps covering your chest as your head nodded. “I’m a slut. I’m a good little whore, I promise! Your good fucking slut; Please!”

Both men smirked at you with a chuckle. "There she fucking is!" Chris cheered, sitting back on his knees above your body before planting a chaste kiss to your lips with a hand wrapped around your throat. "Our beautiful fucking slut."

Sebastian kissed his way back down your body, his groans vibrating against your skin as he made his way down. He wasted no time pushing a finger in your cunt, moving it around a moment before adding a second and making you groan as you moved your hips as little as you could.

Chris focused his attention on your breasts. The buds hard and waiting for him to welcome them with his warm, wet tongue. His fingers gripped the flesh of the tit as he pulled the nipple in his mouth, sucking at it just as harshly as Sebastian was sucking at your clit.

The sensations, the sounds, the feelings coursing through your body made you speechless, almost dumb to the point you caught yourself forgetting to breathe. Sebastian's lips wrapped around your clit as Chris' beard rubbed roughly against your sensitive buds to then be soothed by the warmth of his tongue, and your vision began to go blurry, tears pricking your eyes as you felt yourself close to orgasm again.

Your mouth moved to beg to cum but the sound came out as a long whine and you hoped Sebastian would let you finally cum, but to your dismay, he could feel your cunt squeezing around his digits and watched as the tears clouded your vision.

Just before you could let yourself go, he pulled his fingers out of your sopping cunt, nipped gently at your clit, and pulled away from your body to bring his fingers to Chris' mouth.

You couldn't help the animalistic groan that left you as your orgasm faded away yet again, but the groans coming from the men beside you was enough to ignite it one more time. Especially when you finally opened your eyes, blinking away the tears to look over and watch Chris click Sebastian's fingers clean. Their eyes never left one another as he salaciously licked the digits clean, bringing a wide grin to grow across Sebastian's face.

"Please, Sebby. Chris, please. I'm a slut. I'm a slut. I'm a slut. Babies please," you begged, head pushed as far back into the mattress as you could, desperate to be let free and to cum.

Sebastian turned back to Chris, running a hand through his hair as he contemplated. "What do you think, baby boy? Should she cum on my cock?" he asked. Chris smiled at the idea, humming as he considered it before Sebastian added, "or, she can cum on both of our cocks?"

"Yes, please!" You yelped, desperate for anything and everything that they would give you.

"She is a good slut for us, isn't she?" Chris added, hands lightly brushing over your flaming skin as you silently cried. "Come on, baby girl. We're gonna fill you up," he muttered softly, undoing the restraints on your hands as Sebastian pulled the plug out of your ass.

Their lips met the flesh under the restraints as they let you out, soft, wet kisses left in the wake of the slightly reddened skin from your tugging.

You let Chris pull you up from the bed gently, brushing your hair down flat as he left a kiss to your forehead before laying in the spot you once occupied and pulling you to straddle him. "You ready for us to fill your tight little pussy, baby girl?" Chris asked, a hand pulling your face to his as he whispered to you, letting Sebastian settle between his legs behind you.

You nodded before kissing along Chris' jaw, listening as he questioned, "Color?"

You barely let him finish the word before you cut him off, answering quickly, "Green. Green, please, fuck me."

You felt Chris hum through your hands rested on his chest before Sebastian pushed his cock into your warm walls, groaning softly at the warmth.

You leaned back against him, your head back on his shoulder as his lips met your neck between whispers, "Feel so good, baby. Such a good slut, huh?"

You whimpered as he began fucking into you slowly, bringing your hand down to wrap around Chris' erection. He chuckled up at you, sitting up so you were sandwiched between the men's chests and kissed at your neck. "A hungry little cock whore," he muttered as he helped you align his cock with your entrance, gently urging you down to take both of their cocks.

Your senses felt as though they were heightened. Your gasps and moans sounded like a symphony with both men aiding in their own blissful sounds.

You brought yourself down, fully seated over them, and they gave you a moment to adjust before their hands fumbled on top of one another on your hips to aide in moving you.

You couldn't take it any longer. The teasing, the edging, the need to cum-- it was all hitting you at one time and you knew you wouldn't last long. With your hands on Chris' shoulders and head against Sebastian's shoulder, you moaned a soft, "can I cum?"

Sebastian's lips peppered kisses along the side of your neck, your face, and down to your shoulder while Chris' littered kisses across your blissed out face. "Yes, baby girl. You've been such a good little whore for us. Cum all over our cocks, baby," Sebastian eased while nibbling at your ear.

A few more thrusts into your walls and you were constricting around their cocks, walls squeezing them so tight they could hardly move while you groaned and tears free fell from your face in both ecstasy and relief. Your body felt weightless, like your soul had left your body, as you let go, releasing your relief all over their cocks.

They fucked you through your orgasm, waiting for your eyes to open again before pulling from your core, leaving you with kisses and soft whispers of love as they laid you on the bed.

You yawned as Chris chuckled beside you, shielding you with warmth while Sebastian went to run a bath. "You okay, baby?"

You giggled, curling into his chest as you nodded, "absolutely. Best orgasm I've ever had."

Chris laughed while Sebastian walked back in the bedroom, standing beside the bed and kissing your forehead. You turned away from Chris, looking up at Sebastian and noticing his erection pressing into his abdomen. Your hand instinctively went to wrap around the length, only to be swatted away by both men. "No, baby, your bath is waiting," Sebastian instructed, sliding his arms under your body to carry you to the tub.

A- Aftercare

The kings of aftercare honestly. They put your body through a lot and they know that. They'll always make sure to clean you up afterwards, pepper you with soft kisses and touches, cuddle you until you sleep, whisper sweet nothings to you and one another, and if it's rough or after a long day, they run you a bath or shower with you.

They'll wash your hair and your face for you or, because actor bank account and fictional ideas-- you've got a massive bathtub, they get in the bathtub with you. They're so sweet.

B-Body Part

I'm thinking the basic thing for Chris: your ass. He loves looking at it, touching it, spanking it, fucking it-- he loves it.

Sebastian: your thighs. His ultimate goal is to die between your thighs, and there are times he nearly does.

Chris also loves Sebastian's ass. The variety he gets in asses with having both a boyfriend and a girlfriend-- that man is in ass heaven. He has two partners for a reason: so his hands are always full of ass cheeks. One for each ass-- anyway

Sebastian loves Chris' arms. Chris' arms affect Sebastian the same way they affect the fans. He loves watching the flex of the muscles as he does literally anything, loves to wrap his arm around them to get his attention or pull him closer, loves seeing the difference in size between his hand wrapped around Chris' bicep and your hand wrapped around Chris' bicep-- shit drives him wild.

He could also get off solely on watching not only you be spanked but watching Chris' arms as he spanks you.

C-Cum

Listen. There is a lot of cum in this relationship. Let's keep it simple: they both love to come inside of you and inside each other. Sebastian prefers your cunt while Chris loves watching you swallow his load; however, together, like the three of you? Well, you've all developed a love of swapping cum around.

You'll suck the soul out of Chris while Sebastian watches, fist twisting over his own cock while you saunter over and bring him to you with an open mouth kiss that pushes Chris' cum into Sebastian's mouth. to swallow or to share, that is the question indeed in the Evanstan house, and more times than not, the answer is to share. So, Seb will make his way back to Chris and tower over the man, letting his cum dribble from Seb's mouth into Chris' who then does the same to you-- it's a dangerously hot cycle.

D- Dirty Secret

Chris loves when Sebastian takes control. He secretly loves being bratty and getting in trouble with you, and goes fucking feral when Sebastian calls him "baby boy" or "good/bad boy." Sebastian knows this and he loves it just as much as Chris does, it's why he assumes control so much, but that's not quite a secret.

Sebastian's dirty secret is that when he goes away to work, he brings an article of clothing of yours and Chris'. Boxers, panties, shirts, lingerie-- anything that smells like you guys and reminds him of you, and when the facetime calls happen, he's got a piece of you guys with him to serve as an aide.

E-Experience

Yes. They both know exactly what they're doing. They've mastered the art that is your body and know exactly how to make you cum, when you're about to cum, how to make you cry, how many rounds you can last, when you're about to tap out or if you will tap out. They take fucking notes one very aspect of you.

As for with one another, they learned quickly. They've never been with anther man before, but with your guidance and assistance, they explored every speck of each other's bodies just as they had yours.

F-Favorite Position

Chris loves doggy. He can take you from behind, watching, smacking, and kneading your ass, or he can fuck your face while watching Sebastian take you from behind, and if he gets deep enough in your throat, they can meet in the middle and make out behind/above your back.

Sebastian loves having you sandwiched between them. He loves the intimacy of having everyone pressed together. Everyone has access to one another-- 10/10.

G-Goofy

It varies on the situation. They can be serious, and tend to be, especially if you and/or Chris is in trouble, but there are situation where the three of you are giggling and being goofy.

H-Hair

They both are groomed well. Chris doesn't like to be completely bald, but does keep it clean and trimmed, but Sebastian goes back and forth between being bald and keeping it trimmed.

J-Jack Off

When they aren't working and away, what's the purpose of jacking off unless it involves some voyeurism, and when they are away and working it depends.

If they are lucky enough to be working together or close to together, they've got each other.

If one of you is alone, you're expected to be a good girl/boy and not touch yourself unless instructed otherwise on facetime. This goes for every one; however, do you think bratty reader and Chris listen all of the time? no. of course not.

They like to disobey and spontaneously call Sebastian while masterbating just for the fun of when he comes back home.

K-Kink

Just a few:

voyeurism, spit, cum, double penetration... the works. there def more these just come to mind immediately

L-Location

Seeing as the world has such a big issue with polyamorous couples and Chris and Seb have eyes on them practically all of the time, they don't like to do much risking.

However, if there is a door that can be locked, without windows if in public, then they will fuck you there... or each other.

Chris prefers the house. He likes to to take his time and focus time and attention on the three of you.

Sebastian truly doesn't care where you guys are. Bathroom of an award show, trailer on set, backstage of Jimmy Kimmel-- his favorite memory-- as long as there is a door and privacy.

M-Motivation

I know it sounds cliche to say 'whatever you do/wear' but like, have you met these horndogs?

But like specifics:

For Chris, motivation comes when your wearing those shorts that have your ass hanging out slightly, just enough for him to get a little peak but not enough for paparazzi to make loads of money on. You'll wear them around the house or whatever and he'll literally like zone in on only your ass and all focus goes out the window and the only thing in his head is "ass." Or when Sebastian does that God forsaken thing when he licks his lips all of the goddamn time. Christ. That shit drives you and Chris both up the wall-- the things that man can do with his tongue.

For Sebastian, motivation comes when he gets caught watching Chris' arms when he does literally anything. Chris could be petting Dodger or typing on his computer and Sebastian's brain turns to mush, but when he gets caught, sometimes on purpose, he just goes for it and doesn't even try to act bashful. And with you, for starters, those same shorts... but also when you play with his hair. You love playing with his hair and hate when he buzzes it for roles, and you let him know that with each little tug of his strands when you play with his hair.

N-No

They refuse to film you or themselves having sex to keep. As much as a thrill it is and as much as they really want to make a video for themselves, they refuse to risk it being leaked.

The only video sex that goes on is live, on Facetime. And it's so frequent that no one answers a facetime in public without headphones and holding their phone to their chest to ensure it's pg.

O-Oral

Christ. Okay, so Chris loves receiving. He loves having you choking around his cock and feeling himself through your throat, having Sebastian jerk him through your throat while you're choking around him-- the fucking menace. He likes giving, too, but let's be honest, this man is more on the selfish side. He likes playing with your pussy and Seb's cock though. He likes to vibe between your legs while playing with you guys and watching you guys fall apart at just the power of his hands and fingers.

He's also competitive and knows Seb is better than he is at eating you out. So he sticks to what he's good at

Sebastian on the other hand, will eat you out like it is his first, last, favorite meal. He's absolutely relentless and won't stop until you're in tears. He loves absolutely nothing more than when the three of you lay down in your own form of a human centipede: Sebastian laying on his back with you sitting on his face while Chris sucks his cock, and if you guys get the angles right, you can bend down and suck Chris' cock like your own version of the ouroboros.

P-Pace

Fast and rough, slow and sensual-- these boys do it all, and a lot of the time, they do it all in the same night.

When you and Chris are being bratty and get in trouble, it's a brutal, punishing pace, followed by and ending with a slow sensual pace.

If you've been really bad, Sebastian and Chris will double team to make it as slow and teasing as possible, until you're sure you're going to explode, and then fuck you so hard you almost pass out.

However, on any given night/day, it depends on who is working, how long their day has been, whatever.

Q-Quickie

Big fans of a quickie, they are. For a large part of your relationship, any and all public interaction was teasing and driving one another crazy, so sneaking off and having a quickie happened more often than not.

In the bathroom of an award show.

Backstage of Jimmy Kimmel-- again this is Sebastian's and my favorite memory

Slimy gas station bathroom while on a road trip

R-Risk

I've already talked about how they aren't a fan of risk... and I know public sex is considered risky; however, they're pros at this by now. They haven't been caught, it's never been a topic on a magazine or tabloid, they've never trended on twitter for it, so their instances of public sex is deemed not risky.

As for like, fully public, "people will catch us if you don't shut up," kinda risk, it's a hard no. Getting caught fucking in a public restrooms stall with two people is risky but when there's three of you? 3 sets of feet under that stall? Hard no. That for sure would be trending.

Car is out, too... as much as Sebastian would go feral for the idea of you and Chris taking turns sucking him off while he's driving, the windows make it a no.

S-Stamina

They can both go 2 rounds solid, 3 if they can take turns-- one watches for a while and catches their breath

T-Toys

They love using toys, especially on you. Sebastian loves having you tied up and defenseless while they just wreck absolute, blissful havoc on your poor cunt. And Chris, the menace, loves using vibrators on you two while he just takes in your sounds and facial expressions.

Chris also is fond of a paddle. You suggested getting one and he likes it alright, but he prefers to spank you with his hand so that he can feel the flesh ripple beneath his.

Sebastian is a big fan of a cock ring also. He got a vibrating cock ring after you made a joke about Bucky's arm vibrating.

Despite the amount of toys they like to use on you and vice versa, you know better than to use them when you're alone and they're away at work. Do you listen? no.

U-Unfair

Google unfair real quick and these men come up. You do too

Teasing is a staple in this relationship. Simple as that... moving on.

V-Volume

They will grunt, groan, and moan; they'll talk to you the whole time, but as for volume, they're not really loud. They're moderately loud I would say. It's not that they're ashamed or trying to keep people from hearing or whatever, they just aren't yellers.

They also love to hear you, make you whine and whimper, bed and scream. Being able to hear the effect they have on one another is a huge turn on for them, so no one is quiet.

W-Wildcard

A random headcanon:

Chris not so secretly loves to play sub. He can't deny how much he loves having Sebastian dominate him and be bratty for attention, but something that he hasn't yet said out loud is that he wants you and Seb to tag team him.

They both love doing things and saying things that inflate your ego and confidence, and Chris wants to be underneath you, at your mercy while he sucks Sebastian's cock as he tells you how to fuck your baby boy, just for Sebastian to fuck him while you force your plastic cock down Chris' throat.

X-Xray

Frankly, we've all seen everything by now.

and with Pam and Tommy you could pick and choose which one you want to imagine.

Y-Yearning

So fucking high dear god. They're like teenage boys.

Chris is down any fucking time. He can be ready in a moment's notice, but Seb is just always horny. Every single minute of the day, his brain is clouded with yours and Chris' body.

His mind=gutter.

Z-zzz

The music blared around you, the quick tempo coursing through your body as your heart rate tried to match it. One hand was in the air, feeling the cool air above the sea of bodies surrounding you as your other held your now empty cup. Your mind raced with thoughts about why you were here as your lips mindlessly uttered the words of the songs being played by the DJ.

“With my fucking sister?” You screamed; finger pointed towards ‘your’ spot in the bed you shared with your boyfriend.

His hands held out in defense, eyes focused on you and ignoring the fact he had just been caught fucking your stepsister in your bed. “Baby don’t be stupid. She’s your stepsister.”

You shook your head at the memory, closing your eyes as you tried your hardest to forget the damned night from the previous week.

As if they’d heard your internal cries to silence your memories, hands found your body. Eyes peeling open to reveal a stranger in front of you. His hands found your waist as his eyes raked over your body, his tongue slipping past his lips to run along the bottom. Your hand found his neck, pulling him closer to you so he could hear when you stated clearly, “I’m not interested.”

He smirked back at you, ignoring your words as his hands remained on your waist, pulling you closer as you began to push him away.

His face soured as you shoved at him, rolling his eyes at you as he stumbled away, finding solace in the corner of the party with his friend. Your head shook at the audacity of the man, watching as both men so clearly began talking about you. Scoffing, you turned the cup in your hand upside down, watching as a single drop slid its way out of the cup before plummeting to the ground below you.

You looked around, finding the bar in the back and made your way closer, dodging bodies and elbows, toes careful to not find their way trampled under the jumping bodies around you.

“Yeah, can I get another—,” you started ordering before a deep voice cut you off.

“I’ll get her whatever she’s having.”

You took a deep breath, not wanting to put up with anyone tonight, and looked up to the voice. “Hi, my friend over there thinks your cute,” he said quickly, finger pointing to the man you had just pushed off of you.

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head as you scoffed. “Are we in elementary school? I told him no.”

As soon as the bartender sat your drinks before you, you grabbed your new cup, turning on your heels to leave the man behind, but the stranger was quick. His hands cornered you against the bar as he spat down at you, “you’re being very ungrateful. He told me you were a tough one.”

You blinked at the man, a mix of disgust and shock riding your features before you could even consider your next action.

“Listen,” he muttered lowly, face leaning to your level as his hips met yours, grinding against you as he continued speaking, “you’re gonna drink up, let loose, and have some fun with us.”

You jerked away from his touch, sliding underneath his arm and walking away a few paces before his friend grabbed your waist and stopped you. His lips ghosted your ear as he pushed his erection against your back, “we will be quick, baby. Let’s get a dance first, yeah?”

Your heart was pounding, a drumbeat rang in your ears as your brain muddled with the different ways you could get away from the men, but before you could do anything, you noticed a man charging towards you. Your breathing began to pick up as you watched the third man closing in on you. Your mind was racing with thoughts about how much he resembled the dj before deciding to come to terms with what would happen to you, when his fist came flying over your shoulder and meeting the man behind you in the face.

You gasped as the man released you from his grasp, blood from his nose falling against your shoulder as the DJ pulled you away from the altercation. You watched speechlessly as the man continued hitting the man who had groped you, his groans being drowned out by the music continuing around the situation. “Okay, okay. That’s enough, stop it,” you yelled, hands cautiously meeting the DJ’s back to get his attention.

Pulling away and straightening up, he looked up to the man’s friend, finger pointing at him as he yelled, “this your friend? You’re not gonna help your friend? You’re just gonna help him when he wants to harass women, but in his time of need you just stand there?” He berated. You laughed softly as you listened to his words, watching as the friend walked away and left his friend on the ground groaning.

“Hey, DJ, come on. It’s done now,” you yelled to him.

He turned his attention to you, eyes scanning your face before landing on your shoulder. He scoffed at the sight, his hands grabbing napkins off the bar before trying to wipe the groper’s blood away from you. “I’m so sorry. I was just trying to get them to leave you alone, I didn’t mean to ruin your shirt.”

You giggled at his effort, pawing him off of you as you shook your head. “It’s fine. It’s just a shirt. Thank you,” you replied, holding your hand out to the stranger, and watching as he laughed and shook your hand after wiping it off with a clean napkin.

“Mickey, and you’re welcome. I couldn’t help but see you dancing to my set and then saw him come up to you, and you push him off, and then obviously… everything else,” Mickey explained, taking a deep breath before finishing his statement.

You nodded as you followed along, smirking slightly at his confession, “you were watching me dance?”

His face was dumbfounded as he nodded slowly, regretting the fact he had released the information as he searched for a witty reply, “Well, yeah. Not everyone likes my set,” he mutters, glancing around to the new swarm of bodies that had made their way to the dance floor when he asked his friend to take over for him. “or anyone,” he offered, chuckling at his own joke as you giggled. “So, yeah, I tend to find my number one fan in the small crowd of two fans.”

You laughed, shaking your head at his depreciating joke as you took the napkins from his hand and shoved them in your empty cup.

“I think there were at least five fans out there, Mickey.”

He chuckled softly, hand catching your wrist as you leaned over to reach the bar and toppled slightly. “Whoa there, American Beauty, careful.”

You laughed at the nickname as you steadied yourself on your feet, hands resting on top of his shoulders as you caught your balance. “I think I could use some food, Mick,” you offered to the man, watching as he nodded.

“You want food? I’ll get you food, come on…” he stated, wavering off slightly as his eyes flickered between your eyes, silently waiting for you to tell him your name.

You shook your head, smirking slightly as you linked an arm around his bicep and quipped, “American Beauty was close enough.”

Mickey laughed at your response, walking you in the direction of what you were hopping was food.

The walk was mostly quiet. You focused on not falling on the uneven ground beneath you, hand wrapped tightly around Mickey’s arm; though you were too wrapped up in concentration to notice, and Mickey was too busy laughing softly at your intense thought to stop the grip you had on him.

You glanced up at the man, smiling at the man as he pointed to the restaurant across the street, muttering something about it being the best Greek food, but you couldn’t help admiring the man. The dark scruff on his face complimented the fluffy dark hair on his head, and his eyes were a shade of blue you’d never seen on another person. The odds of finding another American in the tourist town you stumbled in were not small; however, the odds of finding one that you’d allow to blur your memories of your ex were, and look where you were...

“Wow,” you mumbled, leaning back against your chair as you crumbled your napkin in your plate.

“I was right?”

“Mickey, you were right.”

He chuckled at you as you extended your body out, feet crossing to land between his spread feet to allow more space to digest your food. With your head leaned back against your chair, you watched as he shrugged. He added, “Told you this place had the best food in Greece.”

You giggled at him, feeling more sober after the food digested a bit.

A moment of silence passed between the both of you as you sat across from one another, eyeing one another down before he cleared his throat to speak up.

“So, American Beauty,” he started, bringing a smile to your lips before continuing, “what brings you here?”

You smirk at the man, pointing a finger at him as you quirked your response, “You don’t remember? It was just some DJ who’s named after a famous mouse.”

Chuckling, Mickey nodded, leaning forward on his elbows as he rested his chin in his palm. “Cute. That’s cute. I’m sure he’s adorable.”

You mirrored his movements, chin in palm, elbow on table, as you narrowed your eyes at the man and agreed, “yeah, well he did save me.”

A pleasant hum left his lips as his gaze fixated on you. His eyes watched as you smirked to not laugh at your own tipsy jokes, the way you bit your lip absentmindedly as you waited for his retaliation, and the way you mirrored his movements.

“To Greece, Beauty. What brings you to Greece?”

You hummed as you contemplated telling a stranger about your messy breakup while retreating from your stance on the table, leaning back in your seat and crossing your arms over one another before your chest. You inhaled deeply, lips parting slightly to spill the truth when Mickey cut you off, hands raised in defense as he took the opportunity to copy your movements and lean back in his chair, muttering a quick, “I’m sorry. You don’t have to answer that, Beauty.”

After a deep breath, you collected your thoughts, hands clasped together as you leaned back on the table and offered him the truth. “I caught my boyfriend cheating on me with my stepsister.”

His eyes bulge from his skull as he takes in your response, mouth opening to respond only to close on itself in shock.

Laughing at his dumbfounded reaction, you nod slightly, “yeah. I came home from shopping to find him fucking her in our bed. Almost a whole year—right down the drain. But she was a dreadful stepsister, truly won’t be missed, but it did suck,” you shrugged.

He chuckled at your nonchalance before clasping his hand over his mouth and looking at you, his eyes studying you over once more. “Wanna go for a walk?”

You shrugged as he stood up, offering a hand to you. You took the hand, raising to your feet as he guided you back through the street of Greece.

“What brings you to Greece, Mickey? Are you an International traveling DJ?” You asked, looking up at the man and watching as the big grin on his face contorted to a laugh while you pressed on, “You just go around playing at tourist parties, beating up strangers who hit on your number one fans?”

He nodded in agreement. “Yeah, totally. DJing pays so well; I just travel to all these countries to play small parties, you got it,” he joked, laughing softly before his head shook. “No, I don’t know if I’ve ever even punched someone before tonight.”

Your furrowed your eyebrows, laughing at the man. “Never? Wow, I’m truly flattered,” you faux swooned, settling your hand across your heart as he pulled you in the direction of the beach with a hand on your back.

A chuckle radiated through his chest as he helped you pull your shoes off, toes meeting the sand as you sigh in relief at finally having the heels off. Mickey held the shoes in his hand as you walked closer to the water, wrapping your arms around yourself, a shiver coursing through your body as you walked beside Mickey. “The beach at 3 in the morning?”

Humming in content, Mickey sat in the sand, knees bent as he leaned his arms across them. He looked up at you, offering his hand to help you down as he replied, “What’s wrong with the beach at 3 in the morning, Beauty? You don’t want to wait for the sun to rise with me?”

You accepted his hand, crouching down to sit beside him before scoffing as you watched the waves crashing along the shore. “Doesn’t the sun rise at like 7?”

He shrugged his shoulders, looking over at you as the wind swept your hair across your face. He smirked at the sight, watching as you tried shaking your head to get the hair in line, to no avail. His fingers reached out, brushing against your face as he pushed the hair behind your ears, revealing your bashful smile and reddened cheeks.

“You don’t want to sit on the beach with me until the sun rises, Beauty?”

Your heart picked up at the close proximity and his blue eyes staring into yours. You didn’t provide a response, mentally agreeing that you would, but not trusting your voice as your eyes flickered between his eyes and his lips.

His fingers trailed down your jaw before his hand splayed along your cheek, pulling your face closer to his until your lips were just a breath away. Your eyes fixated on his lips, waiting patiently, while his flickered between your eyes before whispering, “Beauty?”

Your hands reached up, wrapping around his face as you closed the gap between the two of you. Your lips melded together hastily as his tongue slipped against your lips. Breathlessly, you pulled away from the kiss, eyes widening at the act as you giggled embarrassed.

“I’m sorry,” you muttered, covering your face with your hands.

He chuckled at your embarrassment, bringing his lips to your forehead as his arm wrapped around your shoulders. “If you move your hands, I’ll kiss you and we can be even,” he offered against your ear, lips lightly wrapping around your lobe as you pull your hands away from your face curiously.

Your eyebrows are furrowed, about to question the man beside you, when he acted on his promise. His hands wrapped around your face, pulling you directly to his lips this time as he kissed you hungrily. His tongue took the moments of shock as entrance in your mouth, instantly tasting the mixture of Greek food and alcohol on your tongue. You instantly reciprocated the kiss, bringing your fingers to wrap around the yellow button down shirt he was wearing to pull him even closer as a moan slipped between your lips.

You could feel the smile on his face at the sound, and smirked to yourself when he maneuvered his body to lay you in the sand.

His lips peppered kisses along your neck, fingers slipping up your dress to trace the newly exposed skin. Your hands moved to unbutton his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders before pulling the white shirt underneath off. His hips ground down into yours, hands smoothing against the skin of your thighs as they wrap around his hips, while yours felt the tickle of the soft black chest hairs under your touch.

“Fuck, Beauty, are you sure we should do this here?” He grumbled, nipping your ear as you laughed and pulled your dress over your hips.

“How else would we pass next 4 hours to see the sun rise?” You breathlessly challenged, kissing down his neck as he chuckled at your response.

He knelt back on his knees, fingers hurriedly unbuttoning his pants so he could push his pants to his ankles before hovering back over your body. Your hand moved between your bodies, warm fingers wrapping his hard cock as his lips went back to your neck. He groaned against your neck as you teased your wet slit with his cock, spreading the slick up to your clit.

“You’re so wet,” he groaned, kissing you as you aligned him with your warm opening.

“Fuck me, Mickey,” you whispered against his ear, smirking as he pushed himself into your velvet walls with a groan.

Inch by inch he stretched you around him, your moans and groans mixing with the sound of the ocean. His hips stilled when he filled your cunt, peppering your face with kisses as your hands wrapped around his back and you whined his name.

He chuckled against your lips as he moved his hips against yours and chose a punishing pace. He lifted one of your legs against his chest, groaning as his cock brushed against your gspot repeatedly and your mouth fell slack. “Don’t worry, baby. You won’t remember what’s his name when I’m done with you.”

Your nails scratched against his back, lightly staking their claim as you groaned breathlessly, “Fuck Mickey.”

He hummed down at you, using his fingers to slowly circle your clit as he retorted, “No, I don’t think so, American Beauty... That’s my name.”

A smirk plasters to his face as he watches you fall apart beneath him. Your brain is mush, unable to think of anything but the way his cock brushes against your spongey spot every single goddamn time. Your head began spinning, lungs completely devoid of air as you moan against his shoulder, teeth sinking in the skin when you felt yourself let go and cum around his cock.

His groan reverberated through his body as your warm walls constricted around him like a vice. His hips slowed their thrusts, both because he was physically unable to continue his pace with your cunt constricting around him like it was and because before he knew it, he was spurting his release inside your walls.

He collapsed in your arms, resting his head on your chest as you peppered kisses to his forehead with a chuckle. “Only 3 hours and like 50 minutes left until the sun rise,” you whispered, checking a fake watch on your wrist as Mickey kissed softly at your throat.

"I don't care if their phones spontaneously combust because it's ringing too much, John. Call. The. Fucking. Boys," you barked to the burley blond guard standing beside you, head turned towards his feet to avoid your laser-like glare.

He muttered a quick, "yes, ma'am," as you stalked away, house shoes almost sliding against the hospital floor on your way back to Asher.

He laid in the hospital bed, his arm being prepared in a cast by the doctor beside him. You smiled softly to the boy as he winced in pain, reaching a hand out to yours for comfort. You knelt beside the bed, watching the doctor over his body as Asher questioned once more, "are dads coming, mom?"

You brought his hand to your lips, pressing a soft kiss to them as you hummed a response, "they sure are, Ash."

What was happening on the other end however:

"Christ, if John calls my phone one more fucking time he's gonna end up with a cement block tied to his fucking neck as he walks in the fucking lagoon," Bucky barked as he wiped blood away from the black and gold hand.

Steve chuckled as he listened to the man, watching as Wilson rolled one of Strange's men in a rug. "Maybe you should answer it, Buck?" Steve offered, shrugging off his now stained shirt before slipping on a clean on.

Bucky laughed, cackled at the idea, shaking his head towards the blond. "He knows we were having this meeting, Steve."

Steve raised his shoulders in response, watching as Bucky's brain worked to figure out why his man would disobey his direct orders. Simultaneously the men worked it out, both looking to one another startled as Bucky explained, "unless there was trouble, Steve!"

"I'm already calling-- John? What the fuck--."

They both came running in the hospital, everyone moving out of their way faster than the speed of sound. In any other instance, everyone moved for the men; however upon seeing their car pull to an abrupt stop outside of the building, both men running at full speed through the emergency room, and have already been listening to John try desperately to call them, they all knew they should disperse.

They ran over to the bed, each coddling Asher immediately, and breathlessly sending their apologies as the kid smiled softly.

Finally, they begrudgingly turned to face your stare. You stood watching the men, arms crossed over your body before motioning them to follow you to the hall.

"Doll, I can't ev--."

"No, you can't," you cut him off, causing their eyes to widen, mouths shut, as they were left to merely suffer silently in their guilt. "He was fine one minute, playing with his brother and then came tumbling down the fucking stairs. I don't even know how--," you began to explain, tears welling in your eyes as your own guilt began to swell in your chest once more.

You'd been able to push the blame on the boys being late up till now... but now, you were facing the fact that you might not have been watching the kids close enough.

Yeah, you were in the kitchen preparing dinner. Yeah, they should be more than capable of playing in their rooms without your supervision, but would it have happened if you had been paying closer attention? They would be thoughts that kept you up at night for weeks.

Bucky and Steve softened at your tears, both men moving to circle you in their arms as you cried quietly, not wanting Asher to overhear. A few shaky deep breathes were taken before you could continue the explanation, "Kaden said he was walking in the hall, coming out of the bathroom, and just passed out by the stairs and it sent him tumbling. They're doing tests in a few."

Soft mumbles were whispered around you as you cried into Steve's shoulder, and you felt the tickle of soft tears trailing their way down your head from the men. They stayed silent as they held you in their arms, guilt riddling every fiber of their beings.

"We should have been there. It's Saturday; we should have never left to deal with Strange today," Steve grumbled.

You could feel Bucky's head nodding against your head as his forehead was lowered to lean against your head. "Should have done it yesterday."

You took a deep breath, ridding yourself of the negative thoughts swarming the three of you before pulling them away from you and declaring, "boys, stop. It's okay. It doesn't matter if we were all watching him, if Kaden said he just passed out. Besides, he only broke an arm after all of the tumbling. It's going to be okay."

The men nodded slowly, reluctantly relinquishing the guilt as you giggled to yourself. "He already said the cast will get the ladies," you added, turning to glance at the sleeping boy over your shoulder.

"How much Tylenol can you give a one year old?"

"Buck, she's 11 months, not 12."

"Is there a difference."

You weakly chuckle from your spot in your bed, groaning to yourself before throwing your legs over the edge of the mattress and lowering your socked feet to the cold wooden floor.

"How much did you give her already? What's her temperature?" You quiz as you shuffle across the hallway into the girls' bedroom, where two of your pride and joys laid sleepily.

You were faced with looks of worry, and maybe a tinge of disgust. Not disgusted with you, but at you... that you would have the audacity to leave your bed when you were just as sick as the children. "Doll, stop right fucking there," Bucky groans, using his hands to push lightly against your shoulders out of the room. "Stevey and I can handle this; you need to rest," he instructed.

You laughed lightly at the man, allowing his hands held in defense to stop you from shuffling any farther. "If it's 103 we should consider taking her to a doctor, Buck. The tylenol bottle has instructions on it. It's in tiny font, I can read it for you," you stated, eyes flickering behind Bucky to Steve who held the small medicine bottle in his big hand, squinting to read the words on the bottle.

Bucky's fingers wrapped around your chin, pulling you to look up at him as he spoke. "Bed. Now."

You turned around to head back to the bed as Steve barked from his position in the girls' room, "Babe, you've gotta get better for when Buck and I catch this."

"Okay, so it says every 4 to 6 hours as needed," you hear Steve mumble before a brief moment of silence, "and it's been 5."

Your moans and gasps filled the room as your back arched and chest pressed into the toned chest above you.

You pressed your eyes shut, mind wandering back to how you found yourself in this situation in the first place. They were known for this... infamous around campus for only two things: the best parties on campus and their not so secret competition to see who can make the most women cum.

Internally, you rolled your eyes at yourself. How could you have let your guard down enough to find your way underneath not only one of them but both of them.

"Come on, sweets, we need a tie breaker before the semester ends," Steve whispered against your ear, muscled chest against your back as his hands pulled your hips back against him.

Your lungs filled with air as you took a deep steadying breath, feeling Steve's lips ghost over the goosebumps on your neck while Bucky's cool index finger traced the curve of your chin with a wicked smirk.

"Don't be shy, Pumpkin. You can ask anyone; We'll make you feel good," Bucky remarked smoothly, bringing a hand to his chest where he guided your hand farther down gently.

With your thighs clamped together, hand shaky while the other fisted the red henley to stop Bucky's guiding push, Steve's tongue left his mouth to trace the shell of your ear. He nibbled on the lobe gently, mumbling against it while Bucky's fingers began carding through your hair, "What's running through that pretty mind, Sweet cheeks? You're in charge here. Say the word and we'll stop. Won't we, Buck?"

He nodded in response, eyes flickering across your features before quipping with a smirk, "we can always find another tie breaker."

You felt Steve's cheeks lift as yours warmed, his smile blossoming as his arms wrap fully around your waist and pull you impossibly closer to him, feeling his hardening cock against your back, "You don't want us to stop, do you, Sweets?"

Your breath hitched in your throat, knees grew weaker as you realized just how ruined your panties were at their teasing. Your eyes met Bucky's seeing his cocky smile and dark eyes; your skin felt Steve's finger tips slipping gently underneath your shirt as the digits trailed along your goose-bumped abdomen, and you gathered the strength to utter your response, "no."

"Christ, Sweets, look at how wet you are," Steve teased, his face between your thighs as Bucky kicked his pants off.

Once they had joined the floor with the rest of yours and Steve's clothes, he stalked closer, nudging Steve and your leg over as he laid beside him, "lemme see," he muttered, wrapping an arm around your thigh so you couldn't close your legs.

"For someone who didn't want to be a tie breaker, you sure are dripping, Pumpkin."

Huffing needily, you wiggled your hips at the men between them, whining for attention before you could stop yourself. Pathetic.

Steve groaned at your pretty sounds, dipping his head to your cunt as his tongue swept up your juices. "Just as the name implies," Steve muttered, eyes raking up your body to meet your hungry gaze before continuing his thought, "Sweet."

Steve's tongue dove back to your cunt, flattening against your sopping core as he licked up your slit. Your head pushed back into the pillows, breath escaping you as you barely heard Bucky grumble, "Gotta taste for myself."

Next thing you knew, his tongue was taking the place of Steve's, lapping at your core while his moans vibrate against you. He hummed in agreement to Steve before they both delved into you. Their tongues lapped side by side against your core, working in tandem as they flicked your clit alternating between the two of them.

Your fingers wound in their hair, tugging them closer as your hips grind against their tongues, groans ripping through your vocal cords as your orgasm got closer and closer.

Steve and Bucky each wrapped a hand around your thighs, splaying their warmth against your abdomen as they held your hips still. Bucky's lips pepper along your inner thigh as Steve's focus was on your clit. His plump lips wrapped around the bud while Bucky's mouth licked and nipped at the soft skin of your thigh.

"What's the matter, Pumpkin," he asks dismissively, biting harshly at your skin and soothing it with the warmth of his tongue before answering his own question. "Gonna be a good girl and cum for us? Cum on Steve's tongue, pumpkin. I know you want to."

You preen at his words, writhing as Steve's tongue laved at your cunt, pushing the warm, wet muscle of his tongue into your tight walls while bringing Bucky's hand to your clit.

It was remarkable the way the men worked together to bring you closer to your downfall. Steve's tongue worked with his fingers to stroke against the spongey spot on your walls while Bucky's thumb circled tight circles against your clit.

You gasped sharply as your walls constricted around Steve's fingers, gaining a groan from the man. With a few more laps to your cunt, you felt the warm snap of your orgasm washing through you.

Groaning, Bucky left a gently kiss to your clit, stroking his cock as he watched your face contort while Steve lapped at your juices. An animalistic groan rattled his chest as he tasted your spend before peppering your thigh with kisses as you came down from your high.

They watched as you panted, waiting for you to open your eyes before Steve moved on the bed to sit beside you, back resting on the headboard, cock fisted in his grip.

"Good job, Pumpkin. That was the warm up; ready to judge?" Bucky asked as he sat on his knees between your thighs.

Your eyes rolled as you groaned, not thinking they were serious before. Steve chuckled beside you, fingers ghosting over your arm as he questioned, "Did you think we were joking, Sweet cheeks?"

You giggled lightly, hiding your face behind your hands as you murmured your small, "yeah."

Bucky pulled your hands away from your face, bringing each palm to his lips as he chided you, "Pumpkin, what would make you think we would joke about something as serious as a woman's orgasms?"

A blush flooded your cheeks as he looked down at you, rubbing his cock head against your slit and teasing your clit. "Thought you could get someone else to break your little tie?"

Bucky smirked at your sudden bravery, pushing his cock into your warm cunt and groaning as you gasped when he bottomed out in you. He stilled inside you, lifting your legs over his shoulders so he could bend down and kiss your lips gently. "We don't want anyone else, Pumpkin," he whispered against your lips, punctuating his statement by snapping his hips into you.

"Fuck," you moaned breathlessly, feeling his cock gently hitting your cervix as his fingers once more found your clit.

As if you hadn't just orgasmed on Steve's tongue, you quickly felt your second winding up. Your fingers wrapped around Bucky's cheeks, pulling him deeper. He groaned above you, smirking as he glanced to Steve, muttering, "See that, Rogers? She's so desperate for my cock she's pulling me in."

Steve grumbled under his bated breath, fist holding his cock as he waited not so patiently for his turn.

"Come on, Pumpkin. Gonna cum, baby. Cum on my cock, Pumpkin," Bucky groans in your ear, his head nestled in your neck which allows his lips to nip at the sweet spot below your ear.

Writhing under the fingers on your clit and the dick against your g-spot, you cum with a quick shout. Your eyes screwed shut as your pussy clamped around his cock, drawing a guttural moan out of his chest, "Christ, Pumpkin, squeezin' me so tight, fuck."

He pulls his cock out, stroking himself at the sam punishing rate that he was fucking you. "Where do you want me, Pumpkin. Mouth or chest?"

Your mouth drops open just as quickly as he can ask the question, wiggling yourself down the bed closer to his aching cock just as he grunts and releases his hot release on your face. You gasp when it reaches your face, giggling up at his shocked expression. "Fuck, Pumpkin. I'm sorry; not usually that bad at aiming."

You giggled, fingertips collecting the white liquid as Steve urged Bucky to move out of his way. You brought your fingers to your mouth, smiling around the digits as Steve grumbled above you.

"Fuck, sweets. You ready?" He asked and you nodded, wrapping your hands around his biceps as he slowly inched himself into you. Inch by inch, he sunk his cock into your walls, groaning as you enveloped his girth.

He fucked you slower than Bucky, ignoring his need to fuck you into the mattress for the sake of winning, but it was still more punishing. He wrapped your legs around his waist, fucking into you at a slow, deep pace while he lowered his face to yours and licked at the spare cum you'd forgotten from Bucky.

A whine rang out through your mouth when his fingers tapped against your overstimulated clit. "Gonna give us one more, sweet cheeks?" Steve asked, fingers pinching at your clit and making your vision blurry as tears began to brim your eyes.

You remained silent at his question, too focused on the sensation of his cock dragging in and out of your wet heat painfully slow and hips smacking against yours harshly to be able to form a response. Quickly, you realized, unlike Bucky, Steve expected a verbal response. His fingers smacked against your clit, cock pushing against your cervix as he repeated himself slowly, malice laced in his tone, "Are you going to give us one more? Don't be stupid, Sweets. Answer me."

You gasped at the sudden darkness in his tone, looking up to see a completely different Steve than the one who sits in your Art class. You nodded as you replied, "yes. Yes, Steve."

He smiled at your obedience, using his fingers to rub circles against the sore nub and making you groan animalistically when the pleasure mixed with pain. His hips remained at a steady pace, slowly shoving himself into your constricting walls as his balls knock against your asshole. You groan as the sensations became too much. Your hands pushed against his abs, wanting a reprieve, but your legs wrapped around him even tighter, not allowing him an option to stop even if it was what you truly wanted. So you turned your head away from him, screwing your eyes shut as your orgasm rattled the bones in your exhausted body.

"Look at that, Bucky," Steve remarked, fingers pinching your cheeks together as he turned your face to look up at him, thumb pulling your mouth open as he spat into the orifice. "Our smart Sweet cheeks is so dumb for our cocks. Can't even look at me when she makes a mess on my cock."

With your lip between your teeth, you groaned at the man, looking up at him as your body shook under the weight of your third orgasm and the man above you. Before you had a moment to register your surroundings, Steve had pulled his cock out of your tight cunt, tugging himself above you before spurting his cum along your chest with a deep groan.

You laughed softly as Steve crashed against your body, head nuzzling in your neck where his lips left chaste kisses between pants. Bucky chuckled at the sight, standing to bring a damp towel to the both of you. "Christ, Steve. You fuck the others like that, too?"

Steve winced slightly as he used the towel to clean your body gently. "Sorry, Sweets. 'was a little rough," he muttered softly, making Bucky laugh.

You leaned up, pecking his nose as you whispered to the man, "I'm good, Steve. Don't worry 'bout it."

Bucky jumps back on the bed, laying on one side of your body as Steve moves to the other. "Well, tiebreaker," Bucky teased, wiggling his eye brows down at you while pulling a blanket around your body. "Who was better?"

You groan at the impossible task, covering your face with your hands when both men simply looked to you for your answer. Their fingers traced absently against your skin, legs tangling with yours as they got comfortable in the bed.

"I think she needs more, Buck."

"Yeah, she seems like she needs more data to analyze."

Your eyes widened at the men, clamping your thighs closed at the idea of more, but the men simply chuckled, leaving chaste kisses on your face before settling in the bed further.

"Steve, are you seeing this?" Bucky spat, gesturing to where you are stood, smiling and laughing with a stranger.

Steve follows his gaze, seeing your smile and shrugging. "I'm sure it's nothing Buck. She's just being nice. It is her coworker, babe," he mutters, bringing his drink to his lips as his teeth grit, the false positivity seeping through.

Bucky shook his head, knuckles knocking the bar below them as he tries to listen to Steve. He brings his gaze to the smaller boy, watching as Steve's jaw clenched as the symphony of your laugh is carried throughout the bar.

"That's it," Bucky spits, pushing away from the bar as he began walking in your direction while Steve tires pawing at his arm, pulling him away as he mutters his name.

Bucky ignores the man, knowing Steve didn't stand a chance holding him back even if life depended on it, and threw an arm over your shoulders, only hearing the butt-end of the conversation you were having.

"... that's very sweet of you."

"Hey, Sunshine. What do you say we get out of here?" Bucky asks you loudly, boasting proudly the pet name to everyone around while staring your coworker down.

"Oh, excuse me, I just asked her a question," the stranger muttered, his fingers wrapping lightly around your wrist in a way to not allow Bucky to pull you away.

Bucky feigns shock, holding a hand out to the man as he introduced himself, "By God, I apologize, my man. I'm Bucky; how in the hell are you?"

Your eyes widened at Bucky's tone, bringing your hand to his chest to calm him down as your coworker-- Herb-- shook his hand. "Buck--."

Steve remained silent behind you two, conflicted with stopping Bucky but upset with the idea of you flirting with someone else.

"Sunshine, Herb asked you a question. What did you ask her, Herb?" Bucky announced, turning his searing gaze to you as he waited for the man to respond.

You swallowed thickly, taking a deep breath under his unsettling gaze, knowing they had seen and heard parts of your conversation that seemed... inappropriate. You glanced over Bucky's shoulder to Steve, meeting his hurt expression as Herb repeated his question.

"Can I take you to dinner sometime, (y/n)?"

Again, Bucky's faking shock and gasping while a hand clutches his heart. "Sunshine, isn't Herb so sweet? What do you think, honey?" His tone drips with fury when he speaks, nearly bringing tears to sting your eyes as Steve once more is pawing at the man's arm.

"Bucky, come on. Quit it," Steve murmured.

Bucky chuckles at your silence, turning around to Steve and allowing him to pull Bucky away as you stood there silently, holding your breath and begging yourself to not cry.

"Is that your brother?" Herb asked once they had exited the bar.

You took a deep breath, annoyed at the man and the fact you had entertained his overtly friendly behavior for so long. "I told you, Herb," you stated, bringing your cup up as you splashed your beverage in his face, "I have a boyfriend."

Herb groaned at the cold liquid flooding his face and shirt, scoffing as he watched you fleeing towards the door while he barked cockily, "yeah, well it looks like your boyfriend has a boyfriend!"

You stopped in your tracks, turning around by the exit to see everyone in the bar now paying attention to you and the debacle. Flustered by the eyes searing into you and the need to reach your men before the anger festers in them, you silently rose both hands, flipping Herb off.

A few claps, whistles, and cheers erupted from the crowd as you pushed the door open and ran to the car where Steve was trying to calm Bucky down.

"Oh, Sunshine, you should really go find Herb; I heard he's quite the date," Bucky teased when you reached the car.

You sighed at the man, shaking your head before responding, "Can we just go home, please. It wasn't what you guys think you saw."

Steve nodded, pointing at Bucky to get in the car while he opened the door for you to slide in the backseat. You smiled meekly, resting your hand gently on his and whispering, "Thank you, Stevie."

His eyes avoided yours, jaw clenching as he mumbled weakly, "get in the car, (y/n)."

The ride home is horrible. The tension in the air is thick enough to slice. Steve's eyes keep meeting yours in the rearview mirror as he drives while Bucky's so mad he's tapping his foot.

You took a shaky breath, knowing that you needed to bury this before you got home because there was no reason either of them should be upset with you... they weren't even privy to the conversation before Bucky had barged over at debatably the worst time in the conversation.

"I wasn't flirting with him," you stated bravely, holding your breath as you awaited the response.

"Weren't flirting? Sunshine, I don't know if you noticed this but the entire bar could hear you giggling and laughing at Herb!" Bucky yelled, turning away from the window and towards you and Steve.

You stayed silent, not having enough strength to speak without crying, but it only fuels the fire. "And we literally heard him asking you out, honey. He said it while we were standing there... with you under my arm!" Bucky continued yelling, getting louder and louder with every statement.

"Buck," Steve began, holding his hand on the man's flailing arms, "can we not yell in the small car?"

"Well, Steve, you saw it!"

"So what, he asked me out?" You yelled over him, getting more and more frustrated with the tense air. "You didn't even give me a chance to say no before you barged over!"

"So what? So what! Stevey, she thinks it's not a big deal for men to flirt with her!" Bucky barked.

"That's not what I said, Bucky! You didn't give me time to remind him that I had a boyfriend!"

"That is wh--," Bucky began yelling, only getting cut off by Steve yelling over him.

"Buck! She said remind him."

"Of course remind," you said as if it was a given. "Herb asks me out every time he sees me-- all of the girls at work. He's relentless but HR won't do anything to stop him."

Steve's gaze met Bucky's as you explained, mentally telling the man to calm down while pulled into the driveway.

"Yeah well...," Bucky started strongly, turning his attention out the window as he thought about his next point. "You were laughing an awful lot with someone who won't leave you alone," he mumbled, lowering his gaze to his fingers in his lap while Steve turned in his seat to look between you and Bucky.

You chuckled at the man softly, leaning up to slot your hand over his, "Buck, he was telling me a story about how Jenny rigged his chair to break when he sat in it because she was annoyed with him."

Steve chuckled softly, bringing a hand to card through your hair as you both watched Bucky huff dramatically, throwing his hands up in defense, "so, I'm the asshole here?"

You and Steve chuckled at him, shrugging at the man as he shook his head. "Bucky, I would never flirt with a man when I have two for me right here. Especially with you three feet away, what kind of woman do you think I am?"

A groan vibrated in his chest as he realized how ridiculous he had acted. "Steve was right," he whispered, leaving Steve to shrug confidently-- a silent 'I told you so.'

"I love you, Sunshine," Bucky muttered, toying with your fingers.

You smiled, glancing at Steve who's fingers were twirling your hair as he silently watched everything resolve itself. "Prove it," Steve said shakily, eyes worriedly flickering between you and Bucky.

You cooed at the blond, raking your fingers through his hair, watching with adoration as he leaned into your touch. "Go wait for me on the bed, baby boy."

Steve swallowed thickly, swallowing a moan as he nodded and opened the car door and walked briskly to the door. You watched with a smirk as he reached the door, turning around while fumbling with his keys when he met your smirk.

Bucky chuckled at the blond, rubbing his hand down his chin before you stopped him. With your fingers around his chin, you pulled his attention to you, eyes raking across his face. "You too, big boy. You don't want to miss out on me proving my love do you," you pouted, forcing his head to shake a 'no' with your grip as he muttered the response breathlessly.

You brought your lips to meet his softly, mumbling your command against his lips, "bed, baby."

The brunet didn't even to try to hold in the groan as he fumbled with the car door and made his way inside the house to meet the blond.

You giggled at the sudden control you had over the men, loving the affect you had over them.

You sighed happily as you made your way in the house, kicking your shoes off as you heard the men whisper amongst themselves mixed with the sound of belts hitting the floor. You smiled to yourself as you walked back towards the bedroom, pulling the zipper down on the dress you wore, letting it hit the carpeted floor when you stood in the doorway of the bedroom.

The sight before you had your thighs clenching and your bottom lip between your teeth. Both men laid on the bed, resting on their elbows as their eyes scanned over your body, their hard cocks resting firmly against their abdomens, tips glistening more and more the longer you stood bare before them.

"Such good boys," you cooed as you walked closer to the men, crawling on your knees between their bodies.

Their cocks twitch when your cool palms planted on their thighs. Your nails lightly scrape along their skin, raising goosebumps under your touch, and your smile grows when you hear a muffled moan emitting from Steve.

You hum as you turn your attention to the blond man. You hover your body over his, using your knee to keep his legs separated as your lips left a trail of soft kisses up his body. His hands rested on your hips gently, fingers pushing into your soft skin while allowing your lips and tongue to continue their rampage on his body.

When your face meets his, you smile down at him as you move your legs away from his, shuffling over to slot yourself between Bucky's legs and giving him the same treatment. A moan leaves Bucky's lips while your tongue licks along his skin, eyes glancing up to Steve's as his hips lightly buck in the air.

"Sunshine," Bucky groans as your face hovers over his. His fingers entangle in your hair, pulling you down to meet his lips as his tongue pushes into your mouth when you giggle at him. "I'm sorry," he muttered breathlessly when you pull away to catch your breath.

You pouted at the man while grinding against his hard cock, earning a guttural groan from him. "Hush, baby," you cooed down at him, watching him come apart below you.

You grinned over at Stevie, who had his cock fisted as he watched you with Bucky, and motioned him over. The man jumped to his knees, wrapping his hands around your face as he kissed you hungrily. Bucky used the opportunity to reach up and grab your breast, thumb rubbing your hardened peak as your cunt mixed your arousal with his leaking precum.

His fingers pinched your nipple, gaining your attention as you moan against Steve before pulling away from him and looking down at the brunet. "Sun," he whined, bucking his hips up into yours.

"Stevie, go let Bucky eat your ass and I'll suck your dick, okay, baby?"

Steve wasted no time as he shuffled over to Bucky's face, hovering over him while you teased your wet cunt with his leaking tip. The three of you groaned in unison as you sank your walls around Bucky's cock while his tongue laved at Steve's puckering hole.

Your hips moved at a steady pace as you leaned down, tongue licking up Steve's length before taking him into your mouth.

"Fuck," Steve muttered, his hips torn between bucking into your mouth deeper or pushing down on Bucky's tongue farther.

A smirk plastered to your face as you watched him fall apart through your lashes, feeling Bucky's cock twitching in your velvet walls. Your lips popped off of Steve as your hand replaced the warmth from your mouth, thumb pressing against his dribbling slit, "are you gonna cum for me, baby?" You ask, tongue lapping at his balls before sucking them into your mouth.

He groaned a response, nodding quickly as Bucky continued his work on his hole. Your lips wrapped around his cock once more as Bucky's feet planted flat on the mattress, fucking up into you as he chased his release while you encouraged Steve to his.

"Come on, baby. Come down my throat," you mumbled before pushing him down your throat.

His fingers wrapped in your hair as he held you down. Your nose grazed the blond hair on his pubis, lips curving slightly as groans slid out of both men's mouths. Their cocks twitched almost simultaneously as they released themselves into you.

You grinned widely at the boys, both panting wildly and tired. Steve shuffled off of Bucky's face, laying beside him as the brunet left kisses to his forehead while you watched them from the foot of the bed.

Bucky smirked down at you, wrapping his fingers around your ankle before pulling you down, hovering his body over yours as he whispered huskily, kisses trailing up your body on his way, "I think it's our turn to prove our love to you, now, Sunshine."

The soft chorus of moans echos through the empty house as your hands roam the expanse of Sebastian's naked chest. His lips latch to your neck as his fingers tug the roots of your hair until you lean your head back against the kitchen cabinet above your head.

You whine his name as you grow needier, wetter, and he chuckles against your skin before pulling away from your neck and looking down at you. "What's the matter, baby? You look a little flushed," he teased, fingers stroking your hair out of your face as you pouted at the man.

Your fingers traced the top of his sweatpants, finger nails scraping lightly against the exposed skin. You bit your lip as you looked up at the man staring down at you. Silently, you pulled the band of his sweatpants back to pop his waist, smirking as a breathy moan left his lips. "What's the matter, Sebby? You look at little excited."

Sebastian groaned at your remark, bringing a hand around your throat as you allowed a hand to sneak in his sweatpants and grasp his erection. "You gonna tease it or do you wanna suck it, baby girl?"

He felt a moan vibrate in your throat as he took a step away from the counter top he had perched you on and urged you to sink down to your knees before him.

Happily, you kneeled below the man, swiftly pulling his sweatpants with you. An almost silent gasp leaves your lips as you watch his cock bounce against him before licking a bold stripe along the length, leaving a gentle kiss on the crown as you smiled teasingly up at the man.

"You little shits couldn't wait for me to get back from walking the damn dog?"

Yours and Sebastian's head turned to see Chris standing with Dodger on the leash. Chris' face told you he was annoyed while Dodger seemed excited to see you and Seb awake finally.

"We were just getting started, Chris. Care to join me?" Sebastian smirked, ignoring the annoyed expression on Chris' face as he added with an eyebrow raise, "or you could join (y/n)."

You giggled at the idea, your hand stroking slowly along Sebastian's cock mindlessly as you waited for Chris' answer. "Nice try," Chris muttered, bending down to unclip Dodger's leash so the dog could bound himself towards his favorite people.

Sebastian groaned softly, pulling his pants back up to cover himself before the dog got curious about what you had been playing with.

"I'll be waiting in the bedroom for you two. I need to shower and I understand the importance of waiting for one another," Chris called as he stalked down the hallway, leaving you and Seb to share a look before bounding in his direction.

"Christopher, we love you."

Bucky couldn't help the nerves that continued to wash over his body when he was alone with you. It had always happened, and it didn't seem to matter how long you three had been together, he was always feeling nervous around you.

Nervous that his Vibranium arm might hurt you.

Nervous that he wouldn't be good enough for you.

Nervous that you might get hurt on his watch.

Nervous that you'd realize only Steve is enough, and he'd have to live without you.

Nervous that you'd realize only he was enough, and he'd have to live without Steve.

Nervous over every single thing because in his eyes you were nothing short of a goddamn goddess.

Everything that you had ever done to him, for him, or said to him, made his heart rate increase and palms sweaty, which also made him nervous seeing as he was supposed to be one of the most terrifying men in town.

But for fuck's sake, you were perfect.

"Steve, wait," Bucky muttered, grasping at Steve's arm to hold him back as the team of men in suits filed out of their office.

Steve turned to look at Bucky, seeing his nervous expression and closing the door behind the men so they could be alone. "Baby, what's wrong? It's going to be okay. I'll be back home tomorrow morning."

Bucky nodded softly, teeth gnawing on the inside of his lip as he leaned against his desk. "I know, but, what if I--," he replied meekly, not even able to say the things his brain was impulsively thinking of.

Steve stopped him, raising his hand to the man as he shook his head. "Bucky, no. Listen, that's not who you are anymore; it never was. You can't be controlled anymore, baby, and that thing is nothing more than a fancy prosthetic," he said adamantly, eyes flickering between Bucky's.

"Yeah, but--," He tried again, eyes focused on the black and gold arm attached to him before being cut off by Steve's incessant 'no.'

Steve sighed, slotting himself between Bucky's legs as he wrapped his arms around the man's neck, pulling his attention towards him as he left loving kisses on his cheek.

Steve has always known about his fears and nerves. He has spent every day reminding Bucky how absurd they were, but it didn't matter how many times Steve told him that he wouldn't even hurt you in his sleep or you told them how much you loved them and was happy to be with them both, he still felt nervous.

"Buck, you're not going to hurt her. You love her, and she loves you, Bucky. She's going to love getting alone time with you. It's been 8 months and you two haven't been alone longer than a couple hours-- don't think she hasn't noticed that," Steve said, pecking the man on the nose before pulling away and holding his hands.

Bucky took a deep breath, nodding as he knew he was right; Steve was always right. "You're right, love you. Be careful," he stated, standing with the man to kiss him goodbye.

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Water splashed against your face as you washed the suds down the drain before blindly reaching for a towel to dry the skin.

Steve had gone off for the night for some meeting and left you and Bucky alone for the first time in your entire 8 month relationship, and you were so exited when Steve told you. You love Bucky and you knew he loved you, but he always acted like something was off when it was just the two of you.

You knew that both men had pasts that they didn't like to discuss, both did things they weren't entirely proud of. They would rather discuss the happenings in the mafia world than the world before you, which told you that it must be incredibly hard for them to discuss.

And you respected that.

Of course you knew their past being super soldiers, but never did they talk about those years in their lives.

You had been given no reason to be suspicious or not trusting with the boys, especially when they so freely told you about their 'real jobs,' so you always felt like there was no need to pry...

This also meant that you had never talked to Bucky about his prosthetic or how and why he obtained it, but what you did know is that he hated it and the scars that adorned the top of his shoulder around the arm.

You sighed softly as you stared at yourself in the bathroom mirror, using the reflection to watch Bucky read in bed.

He's leaned against the headboard, hands occupied by a book that holds his full attention. He's breathing softly and occasionally releases a soft smile at the book, and your heart melts at the town's scariest man being so utterly relaxed in your bed.

Silently, you left the bathroom, walking right over to the bed and straddling Bucky's lap. He peeks at you over his book momentarily before smiling as he pretends to return to reading. "Can I help you, doll?"

You smile down at him as she acts like he's paying no attention to you, and take the time to let your fingers trail up his arm. The cool metal under your fingers brings a hum to your lips, but makes Bucky peer at you over the pages again.

His arm jerks away from you instinctively, and your eyes meet his before trailing your fingers over it once more. "You know that I love you, right, James?" You mutter barely above a whisper, as your fingers make their way to his shoulder.

He takes a deep breath, closing the book at the use of his government name. Anytime he hears it outside of the office, he knows it is to be taken seriously. "Doll," he whispers, almost as a warning, but you ignore it.

You lean closer to him, bringing your lips to the raised scars on his arm softly, peppering kisses along them as he holds his breath, tears collecting in his eyes. "I love all of you, James. You know that, right?"

You straighten up, palms finding Bucky's cheeks as he nods, tears falling slowly down his skin. You stay silent for a moment, thumbs wiping away his tears as you continue peppering him with love and kisses. After a few, he takes a deep breath, wrapping his hands in yours as he hesitates to speak. "Doll, I'm the Winter Soldier," his voice breaks as he says it, along with your heart.

This was the first time those words had ever been said in the house-- the first time you'd ever heard the name used outside of the media portrayal of him.

You could see the pain in his eyes when he thought it, could hear the pain in his voice as he said it. Tears were now masking your field of vision as you sat straddling him, holding his hands.

You took a deep breath and shook your head, pulling his eyes to yours with a finger under his chin. "No, you're not. You're James Buchanan Barnes," you stated, kissing his cheek before adding in a whisper, "You're my Bucky."

The words brought a smile to his face and a light laugh, which brought your grin back to your face. "You'd never hurt me, Bucky," you added with a shrug, as if it were common sense-- a no brainer that you couldn't cause harm to the people you loved most in the world.

He sighs deeply, a sigh of relief, as the words finally click with him. He was finally able to hear the words without doubting himself, and it made the nerves wash right away.

All of the nerves he had been harboring for months, now washed away with your carefree, nonchalant shrug and "no-duh" response.

Laying the book on the table beside him, he turned the lamp off before using both hands to pull your lips to his. "Let's go to sleep, Doll," he whispered against your lips.

You nodded in agreement before sliding into bed beside him, curling up beside him as he enveloped you in both of his arms. "I love you, Doll. So much," were the last words you heard as you drifted to sleep while Bucky laid awake stroking your hair.