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voylitscope · 2 days
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CA: TWS Anniversary Ficlets
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Daily ficlets for the CA: TWS 10th Anniversary Event @catws-anniversary. With Huge thanks to @sparkagrace and @cable-knit-sweater for running this wonderful event! 💞
One | March 26th | Theme: On your left | Prompt: The Smithsonian | Words: 250 | Canon compliant | No warnings
In his bed, in the middle of the night, and all alone, Steve wakes up to visions of Bucky falling. Over and over. A recurring nightmare. 
(A memory.)
Inside the walls of a museum, during dedicated daytime hours, surrounded by dozens of people, Steve watches Bucky smile.  Over and over. A looped bit of film. 
(A memory.)
On a lotta days, seeing those forever persevered few seconds of his life helps.  There are days it's soothing —  a concrete reminder he can hold on to. There are times he uses the bit of film to prove to himself that happy moments and better times were real. 
But.
But on other days, watching that smile take shape is somehow more painful than waking up alone in his too-big bedroom with visions of Bucky falling behind his eyes. There are days when Steve watches and all he can think is about those happy moments being long gone. Times when all he can think is that'll he never see, or cause, that expression ever again. 
There are days when it's like a repetitive stab to his heart. 
But then, sometimes. 
Sometimes, he stares at the looped footage, and he lets himself recall a hundred other smiles. Sometimes, his brain draws up images of mornings in Brooklyn and the way Bucky's smiling mouth had looked only inches from Steve's own face, and — 
And that hurts, too. 
But Steve replays it in his mind, anyway. Over and over again. A moment from long ago.
(A memory.)
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mysecretlittlelibrary · 6 months
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Prettiest Sight
Pairing: Stucky x Reader
Word Count: 1.5k
Warnings: really just cockwarming technically, sort of exhibitionism/voyeurism, Bucky has a filthy mouth even in such a casual setting, honestly this isn't much compared to some of my others lol
Genre: fluff and smut
Summary: Steve wants to draw you and Bucky and you plan to let him
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You stride into your room humming to yourself as you finish a text. When you enter, Steve and Bucky are lounging around, Steve at the desk, and Bucky on the couch watching TV.
"Oh hey guys. I didn't realize you'd be back already." You say.
"We just went on a coffee run." Steve reminds you, tapping your coffee cup with his pencil.
"Well yeah I know but sometimes that shop gets busy." You shrug.
"Where did you get off to princess?" Bucky asks.
"Just had some laundry I thought I'd take care of while you were out. I just sat up there til I could put them into the dryer so I didn't forget." You explain grabbing your coffee from the table and taking a sip.
"Oh okay."
"What ya doin Stevie?" You ask looking over his shoulder where he's hunched over at your desk.
"Just some sketching." He mutters.
"He's been at it most of the morning. Even at the coffee shop, he was doodling away while we were waiting." Bucky tells you.
"Really?" You hum. "Can I see some of them?" You ask.
"They aren't like- great or anything just, trying some things." Steve mutters handing you the sketchbook. You flip through the drawings with wide eyes. Some of them are simple, outlines and such some barely more than shadows, but other pages are much more detailed, vivid depictions of places and things and the occasional person.
"These are impressive Stevie. You shouldn't sell yourself short." You tell him sitting down in Bucky's lap.
"Are these just strangers?" Bucky asks peaking at one of the drawings with an arm wrapped around your waist.
"Yeah- I don't draw people a lot but every once in a while I'll try." Steve shrugs.
"Well you could always draw us if you want the practice." You say with a wink. You're pretty sure he'll never actually take you up on the offer but you're not joking.
"Wanna draw us like one of your French girls Stevie?" Bucky smirks resting his chin on your shoulder.
"Don't tease. I was being serious." You lightly smack Bucky's thigh in reprimand.
"Actually- I did have this one idea." Steve mutters his cheeks tinged pink slightly.
"Really?" Bucky blinks at him.
"You wanna draw us?" Even you're surprised.
"If you guys don't mind."
"Of course we don't. What's the idea?" You ask. Steve doesn't answer immediately, but the tint in his cheeks is spreading in the space left after your question.
"Oh shit he really does want to draw us like Jack's French girls." Bucky laughs.
"Stop it." You roll your eyes. "Is that it Steve?"
"Well kind of. Unfortunately, my recollection isn't great otherwise I would just draw it from memory but- it's just that you always look so beautiful when Buck or I am filling you I thought it'd be a nice moment to immortalize." Steve explains and the revelation sends a shiver down your spine and has your core clenching slightly.
"Oh." You breathe out.
"You- wanna draw us with her sitting on my dick?" Bucky asks and you almost squirm at his words, the imagery now vividly at the forefront of your mind.
"It's a real pretty sight." Steve says.
"I mean I know it is Steve I'm just- surprised. You've never been one for that kind of exhibitionistic interest." Bucky says.
"Whatever man." Steve rolls his eyes. "Y/n? What are you thinking?" He asks you hesitantly.
 "I mean I'm not- against it. You just want me like in Bucky's lap?" You ask.
"Yeah pretty much."
"Well if Bucky's fine with it-"
"You'll never have to convince me to do something that involves you on my dick." Bucky shrugs.
"You are so vulgar." You roll your eyes.
"You had no problem with my vulgarity last night princess." Bucky kisses the back of your neck.
"Down boy." You joke. "Stevie you wanna give this idea of yours a try or what?"
"Now?" He blinks.
"Yeah why not? We're all here and you've got your sketchpad." You shrug. "Just tell us what to do and we can make it happen."
"O- okay, well you'll need to strip." Steve says.
"Risque." Bucky jokes as you climb off of his lap to tug off your shorts and t-shirt.
"You too Bucky." Steve says.
"Can do." Bucky winks at Steve shuffling down his jeans and pulling his shirt over his head.
"Actually- y/n put on one of our shirts that you've highjacked." Steve says.
"Hey you guys leave your clothes in here half the time." You protest but you grab one of Steve's shirts from your drawer anyway. You put it on and walk back over to Bucky on the couch.
"And the other half of the time you just go into our rooms and take things." Bucky says tapping your butt lightly. You stick your tongue out at him in response and he chuckles.
"Anyway, do you need a little warm-up y/n?" Steve asks.
"A warm-up?" You ask.
"Well yeah- you'll be sitting for a little bit, you both need to be somewhat comfortable." Steve says as if it's obvious.
"Oh." It's all you can come up with in response.
"Come here doll, let's get you ready hm, although- I'd bet you're already dripping for us like always." Bucky spins you to face him, a hand wrapping around your thigh, fingers settling incredibly close to your center. Close enough that if he stretched the digits he'd be touching, but where they are now it's just enough for you to be hyperaware of the closeness.
"Now's really not the best time for one of your games Bucky." Steve cautions.
"There's never a bad time for those." Bucky winks. Steve rolls his eyes which only makes Bucky's smirk widen as if he has every intention of riling you both up.
"This is supposed to be about me drawing you two babe, can't do that if you're just gonna make a mess of her til she's begging for both of us." Steve says and you almost want to abandon the drawing in favor of that when he says it.
"Alright I'll be nice." Bucky concedes tapping against your thigh lightly. The action instinctually has your legs spreading enough for him to slip two fingers between your slick folds. "Just like I thought, so wet before anyone even had to touch you. Always so ready for us." Bucky hums as he pumps his fingers in and out of you slowly, stretching you. You can't help the small whimpers and moans that fall from your lips at Bucky's ministrations with both men watching intently. A few minutes of playing your body like a custom instrument have you unsteady on your feet and that's when Bucky withdraws. "I'd say you're ready." He says sliding his fingers into his mouth to lick them clean and the action makes your walls clench. You take a deep breath before speaking again.
"Do you want me facing you Stevie? Or should I be facing Bucky for this?" You ask.
"Face me sweetheart." Steve says. You nod and climb onto Bucky's lap straddling him with your back to Bucky. You take Bucky in your hand and he hisses but he can't dwell on the sweet grip of your fingers because in the next moment, you're sinking down onto him, the molten heat of your core envelops him like the sweetest torture. You take your time settling on top of him, 'unintentionally' grinding further against his erection until his hands squeeze warningly against your hip. "Behave you two. I'm serious about drawing you." Steve warns.
"Of course baby." You smile innocently at him.
"Alright- Bucky get comfortable but your legs need to be spread so I can actually see where you're joined oh and slip your hand into her shirt, cup one of her boobs. And you can put your other hand on her thigh." Steve gives you a series of directions which Bucky follows quickly. "Y/n you can lean back against him." Steve adds and you settle against Bucky's chest, and his head rests on your shoulder. "Good girl. Now you guys can just sit there while I draw."
"Do we gotta be quiet and still or-" Bucky trails.
"I mean as long as you don't move too much it's fine, and you can definitely talk, at least until I'm drawing your faces but I'll let you know when I'm at that point." Steve's already started sketching, his eyes darting from you and Bucky to his sketchpad. Bucky swipes his thumb across the nipple of your breast that's in his hand and you gasp at the sudden stimulation.
"Bucky-" You warn.
"Sorry doll, you're just impossible to resist." He hums pressing a kiss to your neck that makes a shiver run down your spine.
"You're insufferable." You scoff at him.
"You say that but I can feel you squeezing me at my teasing." He says.
"Settle down Bucky." Steve warns him although you doubt Bucky will listen. If you're lucky he'll save the teasing for after the drawing is finished but chances are you'll end up doing way more than sitting on his dick within the hour. Bucky can be quite patient but when it comes to you neither of them is particularly good at managing their insatiability. You'll be seriously surprised if Steve manages to finish his drawing before one or both of them decides this time is better spent forcing orgasms from you.
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eviesaurusrex · 8 months
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—ᴘᴇʀꜰᴇᴄᴛ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛꜱ | ꜱᴛᴜᴄᴋʏ
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GIFs not mine!
summary: Perfect moments with their best girl.
word count: 5.5k ooooopsie
warnings: nothing, tooth-rotting fluff because these two deserve the world, kissing, two big, strong men being softies for their girl, but also sometimes in overprotective mode, reader is described as shorter than them, allusion to smutty smut and lingerie, short make-out session, an ex is making a short appearance, not entirely proofread
author’s note: I’ve never written something for Stucky, but thanks to tumblr, I’ve shipped them for a very long time and had to do this, so here we are. Don’t hate me for this being utter shit, thanks.
* * *
Sunny days were her favorites. So, sunny days were naturally entirely reserved for her when everyone had gotten time off missions. When the weather forecast predicted sunny days ahead, Steve and Bucky did everything to try and get these days off, especially when the weeks lying behind them had been filled with rain and clouds.
Their best girl was a vitamin D junkie, so they became vitamin D junkies as well.
Her sigh, full of contentment, let hearts flutter as Bucky watched the woman they loved bathing in the warming rays of sunshine, his shades perched on her pretty nose. Nothing of her wasn’t pretty, especially when the sun tickled her skin and let her seem as radiant as the burning star itself.
She had her arms crossed under her head, an opened novel resting on her slowly moving chest, her pretty lips slightly parted, and her eyes closed behind the tinted glass. At the sight of her relaxed state of mind, cruel but crucial missions finally somewhere in the very back of her head, Bucky couldn’t stop himself. Staring wasn’t enough to satisfy his craving at that particular moment, and he bent his head to press a sweet kiss to her even sweeter-tasting lips, humming in amusement at the little gasp leaving her mouth before she herself hummed in contentment and kissed him back.
“What was that for?” YN asked, eyes now opened to stare up at the handsome brunet looming over her as he still was propped up on his arm right next to her on the picnic blanket they had placed somewhere in Central Park near the lake. He started playing with strands of her hair and shrugged one shoulder, a breathtaking smile slowly stretching over his face, even reaching his pretty blue eyes and making them sparkle with happiness. “Nothin’, doll. Just felt like kissin’ ya,” Bucky mumbled close to her lips after he had bent down again, but Steve’s voice made him stop a mere millimeter apart from her. “Already startin’ without me even though I got’ya some food and iced coffee on my way here? Rude.” But his smile told something else.
Pushing Bucky off of her with a hand pressed against his chest, YN reached up as soon as the blond super soldier had knelt on their blanket and tangled her fingers in the neckline of his light blue shirt. “He started,” she whispered conspiratorially with a giggle, well knowing that the other super soldier could hear her words just perfectly. His quiet scoff just underlined it. But Steve only grinned happily and obliged without so much as a second thought as YN pulled him downward to her face and kissed him Hello. “You said something about iced coffee, if I remember correctly?” He hummed in approval and reached for the paper cup holder to get her current favorite summer drink. “Couldn’t let you enjoy the day without it.” Another kiss came close after before his blue eyes followed YN’s movements as she grabbed the cup, took a deep sip, and lay back down again, snuggling closer into Bucky’s chest.
Steve followed close by, putting down the food and the other two drinks he had gotten for them, and settled on her other side onto the blanket, his long legs stretched out and crossed at his ankles. Bucky smiled at him over their best girl’s body and couldn’t stop himself from bending over YN to press a gentle kiss to Steve’s cheek, grinning at the blush creeping up into his cheeks, still not used to the openly shown affection from either of them. It was like a dream, and he loved how his life had turned—how all their lives had turned.
YN had watched her two lovesick men with a gentle smile before littering both their handsome faces with kisses until it was her who was showered in kisses, turning her into a giggling mess underneath the sun. They ignored every single look thrown their way, not caring for the people and their silly thoughts because they were as happy as probably humanely possible. They bathed in her adorable sounds, savored every single touch of her skin, and every single look and smile she showed them.
“How’s our sun girl today,” Steve mumbled against her lips, feeling Bucky’s fingers carding through his hair and YN’s thumb caressing his cheek, her smiling lips pressing almost open-mouthed kisses to his. “Perfectly and utterly content.” It was only a sighed whisper, but it was enough to make both their hearts flutter again. It still was a somewhat adrenaline rush to realize how happy they made this woman, how lucky they’ve been that she loved them both, just as they both loved her. It still continued to blow their minds how open they could be nowadays, how little the majority of people cared when they saw the trio strolling through the city, sharing kisses, holding hands, walking as closely next to one another as possible. Sometimes, Steve just had to think that all this was nothing but a dream and that he would wake up any minute now, back in his sickly body and his loved ones entirely out of reach.
“Hey.”
Bucky drew him out of his mind and back to their cozy little spot in Central Park, blue eyes meeting blue eyes, dark brows worryingly drawn together. The blond super soldier only shook his head slightly, a smile tucking at the corner of his mouth as he looked from one worried face to another, swiftly pressing easing kisses to both their cheeks. “It’s alright. I’m okay. Jus’ tired and too much in my head. Wanna try one of these loaded donuts I found on my way?” YN squealed at that and sat up faster than both men would’ve considered possible, smiling at one another behind her back before following close to at least get a single bite of those treats before they vanished right before their eyes.
Sometimes, this woman really blew their minds.
* * *
It was already dark outside; the night stretching across the window-covered wall of their shared room at the compound, and the moon shining brightly into the dimly lit bedroom. Steve was lying on his side of the massive and custom-manufactured bed Tony had gifted them last Christmas after he had been tired of hearing YN groan and whine about the little space she had between two buffed super soldiers. Now, she was sprawled like a cute little sea star over him and the rest of the bed, almost seemingly covering every bit and appearing a lot taller than she actually was compared to the two men she called the loves of her life. Steve sometimes had to ask himself how she managed to cover basically every inch of the bed while also being sprawled atop their bodies, and some nights even managed to fall out of the bed.
This woman was an enigma to him, but Steve loved her even more for that. It didn’t matter that some nights he felt a foot or an elbow in his ribs or that Bucky always woke him when he single-handedly manhandled YN back into her designated spot of their bed without paying attention to where Steve was sleeping. Even if he could change everything, he wouldn’t change a single thing. This was what he’d always wanted back in the days, what he envied people for. It simply was perfection.
One of his large hands softly and lovingly drew indescribable patterns on YN’s partly exposed skin, his other hand holding the novel he was currently reading after she had bought it during one of their many dates in the city. It was her love language—picking books and gifting them. And Steve happily obliged and started reading it right away. His eyes couldn’t leave the words on the pages, already deeply enraptured by the story unfolding in front of his eyes, head sometimes dipping to his right to press a gentle kiss to the crown of her head. Her slow but deep breathing was the only sound except for his in the room, and in his eyes, it was the only thing he’d ever need in his life—that and Bucky’s heartbeat next to hers when they all drifted off to sleep.
Suddenly, he felt YN moving more in her sleep, her fingers grasping his shirt like a lifeline, and a small whimper escaped her lips, brows deeply furrowed. He let the book rest on the blanket thrown over both of them and started humming the tune of one of her favorite songs while also pressing feather-light kisses to her forehead, trying to pull her unconsciousness out of the bad dream and back to something bright and joyful. And it worked like a charm, just as it always did, and soon, YN rested unmoving against his chest again, her breathing back to the long deep breaths of deep slumber.
Steve picked up his book where he had left off, only to let his motion stop midair as his eyes found Bucky leaning against the doorframe, watching his two people with a small smile on his lips. “Bad dream again?” The blond nodded and put the book on the nightstand. “They come and go as they please.” Bucky had more experience with them than he had, so he just nodded in understanding and walked over to them. His duffel bag leaned against the wall as he sat down on Steve’s bedside, hands finding together and holding tightly onto one another. The brunet kissed the blond first before pressing a lingering kiss to YN’s forehead, sighing deeply as their familiar scent enveloped him and soothed his mind. “I’m too tired to take a shower, but she’ll tell me a piece of her mind when she wakes up and realizes I climbed into bed in my tactical gear,” Bucky groaned quietly, head resting at Steve’s shoulder, but then chuckled and pushed himself back up after he had felt a kiss to his temple. The Rogers grinned at that.
Yes, they were decades-old super soldiers and fought off the most dangerous people on this planet, but they feared the wrath of this tiny, delicate woman more than anything else in this world. And they never liked to upset her in the first place.
“Just a quick rinse. It’ll make you feel better,” Steve nudged Bucky gently and smiled lovingly at his deep sigh, watching his shoulders slump down and his body succumbing to the exhaustion after a mission. “Only a quick one. And only because I love you two.” With that, Bucky let his hand wander into Steve’s neck and pulled him towards him, but only so much as not to disturb YN in her much-needed sleep, and exhaled slowly as he felt their lips touching. “I could join you,” Steve mumbled into the kiss, feeling excitement rushing through his body at the thought alone, but knew Bucky would shake his head even before he actually did it. “You need to take care of our girl here. Y’know how easily she wakes up when no one is next to her.” Then, he smirked and kissed Steve slowly and languidly. “Remember, we have the entire weekend to ourselves. Just the three of us in here, unoccupied time. The little something I found for her should arrive tomorrow.” Steve’s breath hitched in his throat as the memory of a night spent online shopping moved back into his mind, accompanied by the mere anticipation he had felt when Bucky had found the scandalous piece they both knew she would love—until it would be on the floor, probably in lacey shreds.
Bucky chuckled as Steve finally pushed him off the bed. “Go and take a shower, sarge. I know someone is in need of her big spoon.” And he was right because as the other man climbed into their bed and pressed his chest against her back, YN smiled in her sleep and wrapped his arm tightly around her waist, nuzzling closer into each of her super soldiers, the bad dreams entirely gone for the night.
* * *
Choreomania echoed through the still empty apartment somewhere in Brooklyn, the sun filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows, facing Prospect Park in its green beauty. YN hummed and sang along to the vinyl of Florence + The Machine, wearing an old pair of sweatpants—she wasn’t even sure who they belonged to, either Steve or Bucky—and an old tank top, and now, after hours filled with painting the walls, she was covered in paint splotches, her fingers raw from removing the old wallpaper meticulously, so she could paint the walls just like they preferred.
This would be their home. This would be their safe space. This would be the home of their family. And therefore, it had to simply be perfect. And that’s why YN was already in here, already working hard for their dream home to become a reality instead of a fleeting image in their heads, even though they had decided to do this together after Steve’s and Bucky’s last mission for the month. But she couldn’t wait. She wasn’t able to sit around at the compound, reading her books and watching her shows when she already had all the time possible at hand to do something.
Dipping the painter’s roll back into the color, YN quickly climbed the ladder to check the painter’s tape one last time, only to rearrange and re-stick it again. She was satisfied with the result after the adjustment; the blue tape line was now perfectly even, and the wall was ready to be painted. With a nod, the Avenger started to climb down the metal ladder, only to slip off it on her sock-clad feet. A shriek thought its way out of her throat as she felt herself falling and following earth’s gravitational forces until a pair of strong arms caught her mid-air and pressed her against a broad chest.
“Woah there, doll,” Bucky’s voice murmured close to her ear, and instinctively, YN’s arms circled his neck. “What the hell do you think you’re doin’ here all by yourself, hm?” She searched his crystal blue eyes with her own and shrugged, almost helplessly, at the sight of his worried gaze and his scrunched-up brows. YN couldn’t even get a word out of her mouth because suddenly, heavy steps echoed through the hallway, and Steve entered the living room, brows just as worriedly furrowed as his boyfriend’s. “What happened?” Immediately, he let go of the bags he had carried, letting them tumble to the hardwood floor just as she had almost done and hurried himself over to the pair, his eyes already scanning for possible injuries before his hands followed. They softly wandered over her arms and her legs, and Bucky let his hand feel her back up and down, only to hum, satisfied when she didn’t flinch in pain.
YN shrugged again and looked from one high-towering super soldier to the other. “I thought I could start on the walls already while you two are still in Prague.” Now that she thought about it… “What are you two doing here, anyway? You weren’t supposed to be back until, what? The day after tomorrow?” Then, she had to add: “I don’t mean I’m not excited to have you back already, in one piece, because I am—excited. Welcome home.” Her eyes almost teared up when she first pulled Steve down at his neck and kissed his soft lips gently before turning her head to Bucky and kissing him just as lovingly. The two soldiers smiled softly down at the woman between them, still lying in Bucky’s arms, and recognized the feeling swirling inside them instantly: pure happiness and domestic bliss.
“You should’ve waited for us, baby girl,” Steve muttered after the brunet had sat her back on her feet, and he had the opportunity to take a gentle hold of her hands. The delicate tips of her fingers were an angry red, her skin plastered in probably toxic paint, and the grumble of her stomach had been heard by the two men downstairs when they first arrived at their new home. “I’m fine. It’s nothing, really, Stevie. The mustard-yellow wallpaper just put up a harder fight than anticipated, but I conquered it.” Her proud grin warmed the two men from the inside, and Bucky wrapped his arms around her shoulders, propping his chin atop her head. “Well, that fight must’ve been a sight to behold,” he chuckled before his metal thumb started to draw circles into her upper arm. “But I think someone forgot to look after herself, so you’ll take a break now and eat something while we’re dealing with the walls. Alright, doll?”
Quietly muttering, YN obliged and nodded because she knew this wasn’t a fight she could ever win. Steve and Bucky were too protective for that, too worried about her well-being to let her have her way now. So she let these two settle her on their folded jackets, back propped up against the wooden passage frame, and takeout from her favorite Chinese restaurant in hands. Her eyes never left them, watching them as they quickly tried to wipe her skin clean of the smelly paint before pressing kisses to her face, reminding her to eat her lunch, and went to work.
They stared at her progress for a moment, trying to figure out what her vision had been for their living room, before grabbing the painter’s rolls and rolling off the excess paint in the plastic bins. “You did such a great job, doll.” Bucky smiled over at her, his heart aching beautifully as he watched his best girl starting to smile radiantly with the chopsticks between her lips, and he was sure she had never been more beautiful than now. “Oh, definitely. This will be done before you finish your food,” Steve added to the praise, smiling himself, as he started to paint the first wall while Bucky climbed the ladder to treat the bare wooden planks with oil.
“You two should do this all day, every day. You look hot renovating our home.” The words were almost swallowed by the bite of Chinese takeout and chopsticks still in her mouth, and YN felt her cheeks blushing when they both turned and looked over at her. “Oh, yeah? Maybe we should take off our shirts then, baby girl?” Steve wiggled his blond brows teasingly, and a laugh escaped him, head thrown back, as YN bombarded him with a napkin. “Don’t you dare. See that window over there?” She pointed to the window at one of the sides, facing the house on the other side of the street. “That woman living there already ogled you two when we first went here. It obviously doesn’t matter that she’s married, but you don’t have to fuel her ego or whatever.”
Quietly grumbling, YN stared down into the box of takeout, the urgent feeling of hiding her two boyfriends from the world almost overwhelming again. Sometimes, she couldn’t help herself and felt overly protective of them, and sometimes even jealous, especially when women tried to take them away from her. It was stupid, she knew that because she knew that these two would never leave her—and neither would she. The thought alone hurt. But sometimes, her brain morphed back to the state of mind she had before them when men always only played with her and never meant what they said. Steve and Bucky changed that, changed her. And now, she was certain that these men would never dump her.
YN didn’t realize the lack of sounds—the wet noises of even wetter paint against a dry wall and the occasionally rusty sound of the ladder when it ached under Bucky’s weight—too focused on munching on her food to distract her mind and think about anything but that awful woman on the other side of the road. She didn’t even hear the sounds of heavy steps creeping closer to her sitting form, and she only realized how close they were when Steve lifted her off the ground and into his arms, wrapping her legs around his hips and carrying her over to the aforementioned window. The woman felt the glass pressed against her back, and she swallowed the last bite down, cocking one brow at their antics. Bucky had settled himself right next to them, leaning sideways against the wall next to the window and letting his hand cup her cheek.
Switching between their faces, YN looked from one to the other, both brows now almost touching her hairline, and her head cocked to the side questioningly. “What are you doing?” Her voice sounded more breathless than initially planned, and her lips parted slightly when Steve turned his attention to her exposed sensitive neck, softly breathing against it before kissing it languidly. “We can’t have our doll being all broody and jealous,” Bucky whispered in Steve’s place, his thumb slowly caressing the skin over her cheekbone. “We can’t have our best and only girl think that stares of some woman would let us react in any way possible.” Now he bent his head to start kissing from her collarbone upwards to her chin, slowly and teasingly. “Need to show that woman who we belong to.” Steve hummed in agreement before he nibbled at her most sensitive spot, gently sucking the skin between his lips, and chuckled when he heard the familiar sound of a gasp of air. “And we only belong to one woman,” he finally mumbled, lips pressed against lips, kissing her like a man possessed, before he backed off to let Bucky get his turn with their girl. He kissed her like a man starved, all tongue and teeth until they both needed oxygen and parted with labored breaths, all the while Steve had his chin propped up on her shoulder, eyes staring contently out the window and occasionally kissing her neck.
“I think that woman will never look at us again, baby girl.”
* * *
Following her through her favorite bookshop was a simple task—and a simple pleasure. They loved to watch their girl strolling through the aisles, her eyes wandering over the colorful book covers in different designs and art styles, stopping more as she actually walked, always a new book in sight that had picked her interest and curiosity. They followed her like two broad shadows, always shielding her from the outside world because they knew how much she needed those hours of mindless strolling and discovering.
YN stopped again at that moment, eyes wandering over the entire length of the bookshelf until they stopped at a book in the top half of the shelf. Pressing herself onto the tiptoes, she tried to reach it, but still, she was too short. With a huff, the woman lowered herself again and turned to her two boyfriends, looking up at them with big, round, pleading eyes, even though YN knew very well that she didn’t need to beg. “Could you…?” She couldn’t even get the entire question out before Bucky was right at her side, one of his big hands resting on the small of her back. “Which one, doll?” Her finger instantly stretched out and pointed to a blue and purple book spine which the brunet grabbed without any signs of effort and handed it to her with a smile and a kiss to her lips. “Thank you, baby,” she grinned up at him before reading the blurb on the back of the book and decided to give it a new home on her bookshelf.
Finding its way into the crook of her elbow, YN continued down the aisles and didn’t even have to turn and ask one of them to grab her another book because both men knew that title by heart now. And it was the main reason they headed to the shop today. Steve pressed himself against her back as he took it from the shelf, one hand resting on her shoulder and lovingly squeezing it, his lips wandering from exposed shoulder to her neck. He reveled in the sounds of her soft giggles and grinned against her skin when she whispered a Thanks, Stevie, when she gathered the third book of her favorite series in her arms. “Any time, baby girl.” It was only a soft whisper against the nape of her neck before Steve took a step back for her to continue her strolling and gathered Bucky’s hand in his to intertwine their fingers.
“We will leave a tremendous amount of money again,” he chuckled as they watched their girl picking up two other books and piling them in her arm, and Steve laughed softly at that. “Try and see it as a donation and continued support of local businesses,” the blond countered, the grin still on his face as he nudged Bucky’s side lovingly with his arm. “At least we earn enough to keep up with her small book addiction.” Steve threw Bucky a look at that and couldn’t contain his laugh as the brunet winked at him and pulled him closer to his side to press a kiss to his lips. “Just wait for what books she picked out for us again. We still need you to let go of The Hobbit for a while,” teased Steve, a bubbling laugh bursting out of him when Bucky nudged his side now and rolled his eyes at him. “Yeah yeah, whatever.”
But then, he stopped for a moment as he looked in the aisles ahead of them—the empty aisles ahead of them. “Where did she go?” It was common for them to lose YN at some point, but it never happened so quickly and without either of them realizing it until it was too late. Steve softly rubbed his shoulder when he felt Bucky’s anxiety getting the best of him. “She’s probably just around the corner in the next aisles, Buck. Remember the list she wrote and forgot on the coffee table? She should be somewhere left of us now. C’mon.” Lovingly, Steve coaxed him to come with him, well knowing how Bucky tended to think the worst when YN just disappeared, still not entirely processing the fact that Hydra was destroyed and no one would ever come for her again.
But when they rounded the shelf and looked into the aisles where Steve had thought YN must be by now, only to not find her there, even his heart skipped a couple of beats. Bucky swallowed thickly next to him, his eyes jumping from one face to another, trying to find her between the shopping people. “It’s okay, Buck. See?” He pointed to the books and the sign reading Non-Fiction hanging above the bookshelf. “They reorganized. She took a right turn then. Okay?” The brunet inhaled deeply and nodded slowly, still not fully convinced. “Let’s find our girl before she raids the entire store,” Steve tried to lighten the mood when he pulled Bucky with him, only to pick up YN’s voice in the aforementioned right aisles.
“What do you want, Chandler? You see, I’m busy buying books which is way more important than your sorry ass. So… Off you go.”
Both super soldiers stopped at the crossing and stared the man down who had the audacity to cheat on this gorgeous woman in front of them. He never deserved her, and they had picked up the pieces he had left and built her up again. And now, he had the audacity to talk to her, to even breathe the same air as she did.
“Chandler.” Bucky’s voice was as deep as it gets, sending chills down every spine of every person who never heard the growl before. But Chandler was too stupid to sense the danger he found himself in because he had dared to talk to her. His eyes moved from them to YN before he chuckled lowly. “So, it’s true? You not only sleep with one but two of them? Or are you just a spectator when they’re at it?” Steve grabbed the shoulder of his boyfriend to hold him back, even if he felt like punching that idiot himself, especially when he leaned closer to her than they both liked. “Always knew you’re a fucking freak.”
They both were on their way to beat the hell out of him, but YN beat them to it. She let go of her books, only for the stack to softly levitate in the air instead of following the gravitational laws of this planet, and with one hand, she grabbed Chandler’s neck and pushed him against the bookshelf with astonishing ease. He gulped and looked helplessly at the two men, trying to get their help, but they just watched their girl being the badass they knew she was. “Listen, dumbass. You can insult me all you want because I couldn’t care less for your opinion about me, but—“ YN let her fingers grip tighter until he had trouble getting enough oxygen into his lungs. “—but don’t you dare and insult my men. I don’t take those lightly. Are we clear?” He nodded quickly, and she let go of him, a radiant smile now on her face. “Perfect. Then off you go now. Go go. Your little dolly is waiting over there, round eyes and all. You should check on her. That’s what you always could do best anyway.”
With a barely seen flick of her wrist, the books landed in her arm again, and with another smile, she turned to her two boyfriends, staring proudly down at her in her pretty sundress and her new possessions in hand. “I think I got everything I need for now,” she smiled up at them and let Steve grab the piling stack of books out of her arms to carry it for her.
Bucky pulled her into his side, his arm thrown over her shoulders and lips pressing kiss after kiss to the crown of her head as they followed Steve to the counter. “You didn’t have to do this, doll.” It was only a mumble, and YN almost didn’t hear it but caught up to it just in time to look up at him and wrap both arms around his middle. “Yes, I had to. No one is talking like that about my boys in front of me, ever. You wouldn’t take shit about me either, won’t you? You wouldn’t allow it.” He stopped to wrap both arms around his best girl and pulled her into his chest, bending his head to kiss both her cheeks and the tip of her nose. “You know we would never take anyone’s shit about you, doll. Never. Even if it’s minor, we would step in and stop it.” The thought alone that anyone would hurt her, physically or mentally, almost broke him. No, they would always protect their best girl; the cost didn't matter. It would always be them against the entire world.
Her smile illuminated the shop, and he oh so willingly let his face get pulled down by her fingers wrapped around his chin to be kissed once again. He would never get enough of her, either. “See?” She now grinned and grumbling, he caved and nodded. “Okay, Okay, I see your point, doll,” he finally muttered, a smile tucking at his lips nonetheless because he could never be mad at her.
Giggling, YN received the paper bag full of new books—even though she still had piles over piles of TBRs waiting at home—and let Bucky take it out of her hands, so she could walk in between her two super soldiers and hold each of their hands. But instead of following them on their familiar route after a successful book shopping tour, she gently but urgently pulled at their hands to make them turn right instead of left. Steve furrowed his brows and looked down at her, not really knowing what was wrong. “Baby girl? The coffee shop is this way.” He already softly pulled at her hand, always having his strength in check. “But I don’t wanna go there,” she started, and immediately, both grew worried again. It wasn’t like her not wanting her iced coffee alongside her new books, so she could sit in the sun and start reading. Steve’s thoughts already wandered to the bookshop situation, blaming it on Chandler and wanting to beat him up just like the boys back in the day beat him up. “If it’s because of him, we’ll make sure that he leaves if he’s even there,” Steve promised with an undertone, ready to move heaven and earth for their woman, but the shake of her head stopped him right there. “No! No, I just wanna… Well, maybe it’s because of him, but not because I’m upset about it, but because you are clearly upset about it. So, I just wanna head home, order some food, and read in bed while cuddling with you. Would that be alright?”
She looked from one towering man to the other and let her eyes fall shut as they both pulled her in, wrapping her in their wonderfully tight hugs. She let them kiss her in the middle of the sidewalk and felt loved and cherished to an extent that wasn’t possible before Steve and Bucky entered her life.
“Of course, doll.”
“Whatever you want, baby girl.”
But deep down, Bucky and Steve couldn’t get over the fact how perfect their best girl was.
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Thank you for reading (even though it wasn’t the best thing ever written)! As usual: reblogs would be absolutely great, just as overall love for this piece, and I’d love to read whatever you thought while reading!
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stuckylaufeyson · 9 months
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Sleepy.
Steve x Bucky (x reader) | smut (18+)
summary: while you’re too sleepy to join in, Bucky and Steve get each other off before going to sleep
warnings: poly!reader/Steve/Bucky; hand job (Bucky/Steve); oral (Bucky/Steve); cum swallowing (Bucky/Steve); kissing (reader/Steve/Bucky); no gender identifiers or pronouns for reader; pet names for reader: sweets, love
word count: ~640
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After a long day, you’re sleepy, tucked in between your men cozy in bed. You’re resting your head on Steve’s shoulder, lightly tracing the features of his clavicle and pecks with your fingertips, knee tossed over his thigh. Steve gently strokes your arm that’s resting on his chest as Bucky spoons in behind you, nuzzling into your neck, reaching across you to place a hand on Steve’s abdomen.
“Night,” you whisper before starting to slip into slumber.
Moments later you feel Steve’s hand leave your arm followed by Bucky’s arm moving further down over your side. Steve’s chest starts to rise and fall faster and you let out an amused huff, snuggling further into Steve as Bucky presses in more from behind.
A cool brush of air cascades over you as Bucky tosses the covers back, allowing you to look down to see Steve’s hand guiding Bucky’s over his hard cock. Too sleepy to join in, you enjoy the view in the moonlit room, occasionally sneaking kisses to Steve’s neck.
Bucky realizes you’re watching and places kisses on your neck before resting his chin on your shoulder to enjoy the view of Steve himself.
You trace up Steve’s chest and neck, over his jaw and to his lips, running your thumb over the plump flesh as he parts his lips to let you in. Steve gently bites down on your thumb before sucking it and releasing it with a pop as you caress his jawline, letting you resume your roaming across his skin.
Steve sucking in a sharp breath is all the warning you and Bucky get before he cums on his defined abdomen and over his and Bucky’s hands.
Bucky slowly sits up and leans over you to lick the cum off of Steve and himself, taking Steve’s cock into his mouth for a moment to get every last drop.
You think now maybe you can go to sleep, perhaps get off with Bucky in the morning; however, Bucky’s cock has other plans.
Feeling him involuntarily rut into you from behind you whisper in Steve’s ear, “Bucky needs you.”
“That so?” Steve asks lightly in his bliss. “Bucky, come ‘ere, let me suck you off, baby.”
Steve presses a kiss into your forehead before you roll onto your back, making space for Bucky to crawl over you and straddle Steve’s chest.
Steve sits up slightly, propping his head up on the headboard, opening his mouth for Bucky’s cock.
Bucky gasps as Steve’s lips close around him, sucking gently on the sensitive tip.
You reach over to glide a hand up Bucky’s thigh, unable to resist touching him.
Bucky stabilizes himself with his hands on the headboard, slowly stroking further into Steve’s mouth as Steve grips Bucky’s hip, aiding his motion. 
It’s not long before Bucky cums down Steve’s throat with a groan, Steve swallowing it down with a moan.
“Shit, that was hot,” you hear yourself gasp.
Bucky smirks as he pulls away from Steve, leaning down to kiss you, letting you taste the lingering of Steve on his lips.
“You want in on the action, sweets?” Bucky asks.
You shake your head with a smile. “No, no, let me finish this dream in peace, wake me in the morning.”
He chuckles as he finds his place behind you again, moving you back to your spot tucked into Steve.
Steve tilts your chin up to meet his lips, letting you taste Bucky on him now.
“You sure? We’ll gladly help you out.” Steve murmurs.
You shake your head again, your eyes closing as a yawn escapes you. 
“Goodnight, love,” Steve whispers, kissing your forehead as you snuggle into him again.
Bucky leans over to kiss Steve, then kisses your cheek and whispers, “Goodnight. We’ll treat you in the morning, sweets.”
With that promise, you all drift off to sleep.
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booksandabeer · 9 months
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Stucky, Fandom Longevity, and "Primacy Bias"
There’s this post that's been floating around the past few days about how the Stucky fandom in its heyday produced fic and art masterpieces like they were all collectively possessed by an unprecedented spirit of creative insanity. It’s a good, fun post and I agree with the person who wrote it. (not rb'ing because I didn't want to hijack their post with something that's only tangentially related).
It was indeed a magical time and the creative output in both quantity and quality in the two-year period following the release of CA:TWS is—with perhaps a few exceptions—unmatched by anything that I’ve seen before and since. However, going through the notes on that post, I noticed something that left me a little irritated and quite frankly sad since it is in congruence with, and to a certain extent the confirmation of something that I’ve been thinking about a lot lately.
For one thing, there are so many people in the notes expressing sentiments along the lines of “it was such a wonderful time; I wish I could go back; I miss these fics; I want to read these fics again,” etc., etc., you get it. And it feels a little silly pointing this out, but…you can just do that? Almost all of these fics are still right there, waiting for you to be (re)read. Yes, a lot of people left the fandom after The Great Devastation of 2019, but their stories didn’t just disappear. It's not like there is now a big, black hole where the Steve/Bucky tag used to be on AO3. So, if you miss these fics and you want to revisit them—just do it. Chances are the authors will be delighted that people are still finding and enjoying their stories all these years later. And—since apparently this needs saying, too, judging from the notes on that post: A lot of people seem to be very concerned with losing ‘coolness points’ for openly admitting that they still miss the ship and often feel tempted to dip their toes back into the Stucky pool. I don’t know how to tell you this, but if someone tries to shame you for simply enjoying or missing something, they are an asshole. Not to mention that all this is happening on tumble.com—'coolness' doesn't exactly live here. And that is a good thing, to be clear. Fandom is not about being cool. It’s about being as enthusiastic, as silly, as absolutely fucking unhinged about the things you love as you want to be. So, stop caring what other people think and enjoy yourself.
The other thing is that there seems to be a pretty widespread misconception that the Stucky fandom hasn’t produced any good fanworks after 2016.
First, that is patently and demonstrably untrue. There is so much incredibly good fanfiction and fanart still out there. Not as much as back in the day, sure, but it still exists. And more is being posted every day! Even some of the OG Big Names are still around. One of the most beloved Stucky series that started all the way back in 2014 was updated as recently as December of last year. The artist, who I believe the op is referring to as creating ‘baroque’ paintings, posted their latest Stucky art not even two months ago.
Second, I find this “primacy bias” more than just a little insulting to the many hardworking and incredibly talented people who are still putting their blood, sweat, and tears into creating for this community. And it’s one thing if people who have long left the fandom believe or say something like this, but it’s frankly irritating when I see people who are still very much active—and therefore definitely should know better—feed into that same false myth. Yes, it sucks that the Stucky ship isn’t as big as it used to be, but that doesn't mean there isn't any 'fresh talent' to be found anymore. I’m also not saying we shouldn’t still celebrate and recommend older works—I do it all the time! And it sure as hell doesn't mean everyone has to reblog absolutely everything all the time, either. Your blog, your rules.
But maybe we should put a little more focus on the good things, on the creators and the community we have now, especially if we want that community to still exist in another ten years. I mean, imagine you’re a person who’s just gotten into the fandom (because yes, there are indeed still new people discovering Stucky all the time) and one of the first things you’re being told is “eh, nice that you're here, but you’re about 7 years late; the big party is already over.” Does that seem like a fun space to hang out in to you?
So. Let’s all—and I do not exclude myself from this because God knows, I love to complain—spend a little less time mourning the ‘good old days’ that are never coming back anyway, and instead focus our attention on enjoying and appreciating both the incredible treasure chest of an archive we have AND the wealth of high-quality art and fic that is still being created by this wonderful community every single day. With this in mind:
🥳🎊Happy Stucky Week 2023!!! 🎊🥳
*I want to make it very clear that this is a general thing that’s been on my mind lately and that I’m trying to work through here—probably not very coherently. I'm not trying to tell anybody 'how to do fandom' and I’m most definitely not vagueposting about any particular incident, person, or group in this fandom. This isn’t a callout post. It’s an I have a lot of thoughts and feelings about this and I don’t know what else do with them post.
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zenaidamacrouras1 · 4 months
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Now posting weekly-ish on AO3:
History of American Capitalism
A Stucky College AU by ZenaidaMacrouras1
A College AU in which Steve is a small history major and Bucky is the ・✧∘* ✧・STAR QUARTERBACK・✧*∘✧・ Steve is looking forward to his History of American Capitalism Class, though he's not sure what to do about the extremely handsome ✧・Star Quarterback・✧ who keeps sitting next to him during lecture. Look, Steve is just trying his best. Unfortunately, Bucky is too. May include: Jokes. Pining. Thirsting. Adorable boys who don't realize they are in love. References to US cultural events of the 1800s. Information about American football. Adopted sestras getting all up into Steve's business. You don’t have to understand American football or US history to understand the fic.
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Rating: E
Word Count: Maybe 70k?
Chapters: 20?
Beta party! All the love to @booksandabeer and my pal tenmilestilts (on ao3 not on tumblr) for all their very appreciated labor and thoughtful comments that make me like all my fics more.
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stuckybangs · 5 months
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2024 announcement and schedule
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We're thrilled to announce that the 2024 round of @stuckybangs will be a reverse bang. Sign ups for all creators will begin on December 2nd 2023 and the full schedule is below.
Please check out our Rules and FAQs here. There will also be an official Stucky Big Bang discord that we will be inviting participants to in December.
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If you have any questions, please feel free to drop us an ask or contact one of the mods: @sparkagrace, @buckyismybicycle or @mxaether.
We look forward to welcoming you and seeing all your incredible creations.
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Roommates (stucky x reader)
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A/N: i'm writing this fic for...almost 6 months, i dreamed many times of stucky and their roommate. it was always hard to write i had seen in my dreams and to translate all i felt during those dreams. But here we are.
It's gonna be in idk many parts.
This one is a little introduction, and with slight angst.
Enjoy,
Cloudy
TW: fluff, light angst, polyamourous relationship. Steve and Bucky (they're a warning...) <...>= texting
Don't be shy, reblog, comment, like!
magnificient moodboard by the amazing @christywantspizza
divider by the talentuous : @firefly-graphics
not beta read, english is not my first language, all mistakes are my own.
Part 1 | Part 2 | part 3
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When you had to find an apartment. You never thought to find yourself with two gentle giants for roommates. But here you are, one year later with Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers in a nice and homely appartement.
You knew them from college, they were friends of friends and when your last roommate kicked you out because she wanted to be alone with her boyfriend… the two big guys were nice enough to propose you to come and live with them for a while. “Yeah, don’t need to pressure yourself, doll, take your time to get back on your feet. We have enough rooms for three.”, told you Bucky. “And when you find a studio or something else, we’ll help you to move out and in, sweetheart.”, said Steve.
But one year later, you don’t want to move out. You like to be here with these two. Monday is Buck’s night for cooking. Tuesday, yours, Wednesday is Steve turns, Thursday is movie night with take outs or leftovers and Friday to Sunday is more like “who’s there, who’s eating at home, who wants to go out?” vibes.
Life is easy, and you were surprised to see that…they clean, like ALL the time. Steve is the tidiest of all of you. Buck tries to keep is mess in his bedroom and ask for help when he has too much “trash”.  Sunday is almost always the day where you all clean the appartement. You cook pancakes or waffles and then it’s time to give the appartement a little bit of a makeover. It’s always full of giggles and pinning. Like the time you found a boxer under the couch. Bucky was a blushing mess, saying it was from like two weeks ago when this girl came home with him after a night out. “But I respected the rules, we didn’t do anything on the couch”. Or the time, Steve found your vibrator under the bathroom cabinet, you just took it back and gave him an innocent smile and told him to forget about it. Spoiler alert: Steve didn’t forget that and was impatient to finally have the guts to ask you if you wanted to use it with him one day.
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Today, it’s Friday. It’s the first slow day you have in weeks.  Steve is out with some friends and Bucky didn’t answer yet to tell you if he’ll be home tonight.
You decide to eat some leftovers and to watch for the hundredth time your favourite movie. Thirty minutes in, you hear the keys and then the door opens with a loud thud. An angry Bucky storms in the living room and lay on you without saying a word. He pushes his head between your breasts and groans. “Ok, hello to you too grumpy man. Can you tell me why you invade my space and doesn’t ask for my consent before shoving your head here?” Bucky starts to mumble fast, and you don’t understand anything.  You slap him gently on the back of his head. He stops and lifts his head to look at you. “Shitty day, shitty people. Need a stress relief. May I, doll, please?” he pouts and makes his best puppy eye.
Since you arrived, you realised that the two giants you lived with were very into physical touch. Bucky likes to lay on you meanwhile Steve likes to play with your hair during movie night or offers you little massages during them.
You never complain, you’re most of the time cold so this two are your personals heaters.
You start to massage Bucky’s head and this lovely idiot starts to act like a cat and purrs. “Did you eat?” he asks you.
“Yup, leftovers, there’s still some if you want.”
“The lasagna?”.
“Mmmh”.
The evening goes on. But you can feel that Bucky wants to ask you something. He’s fidgeting, more than usual, and can’t seem to stop touching you. He’s currently massaging your calf. “What is it, Buck?”.
He sighs, and sighs again before sitting up and looking you dead in the eye. “Can I kiss you, doll?”. First, you think he’s joking, but then his expression is too serious for your liking. “Like kiss me on the lips?”, you ask him.
“Yup.”
 “WHY?” you almost scream in shock.
He blushes and whispers “because you look beautiful, and I want to kiss you”.
“that’s a cheesy pick-up line, Barnes.”
He looks at you again and asks, “but does it work?” shyly you nod. You won’t lie, you already thought of what it would feel like to kiss Bucky, but you never really asked him, too scared to make thing awkward with your roommates. “So can I kiss you, doll face?” when you don’t say anything he gets closer, when his lips are almost touching yours, he murmurs “I need words, Y/N”.
You swallow loudly before saying “yes, you can, Bucky”.
Then his lips are on yours. The kiss is tender, lovely and your fingers grab his hair. His hands get under your shirt, and you shiver. You feel his tongue caresses your lower lips and you parted them. When both or your tongues meet, the kiss gets more and more passionate. Your legs circle instinctively his waist to bring him closer. When you need to breath you break the kiss and Bucky is panting above you. Pupils blown out and lips swollen. He’s more beautiful than ever. You smile, a little bit uncomfortable. You tap his cheek gently and whisper “gonna go to toilets, sorry”. He nods and lets you go.
Bucky can’t wait to tell Steve what happened.
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Two weeks later, Bucky has never once talk about the kiss… at least with you. You didn’t either. You felt weird. Not in a bad way, you wanted to start again, to try again and see if the kiss made you feel again all dizzy and warm.
But for now, you are alone with Steve. Bucky went home to see his family.
“Truth or dare, sweets?” asks Steve from the kitchen.
“Really, aren’t we like to old or outnumbered to play this game?” he snorts and come back with your cocktail and his beer.
“Nope, it’ll be fun”.
“If you say so, truth” you reply.
After maybe twenty minutes, you have to say that he is right, you’re having fun. You told secrets that both of you had never tell and you did some fun dares. But now, Steve wanted to ask you to kiss him.
He spoke with Bucky, and he was jealous. He’s best friend had the guts to kiss you, when he was too afraid to be rejected. But tonight, with the alcohol in his system he feels powerful.
“I dare you to kiss me…with tongues!”, he declares. You laugh because he made a move with his tongue, but you accept the dare. Why not try and see if your attraction for Steve is the same as for Bucky?
When your lips touch his. You feel sparkles down your spine. When you lick his lips with your tongue and he part his, you feel hot all over. His hands go to your waist, and he places you on his lap.  And like with Bucky it gets heated pretty fast. And like with Bucky, you end the kiss and excuse yourself to go to the toilets
&lt;Stevie: I did it, buck.
Bucky: how does that feel, punk?
Stevie: like a dream came true, but I don’t want to scare her. We are not playing fair.
Bucky: I know, we must discuss that the three of us when I get back.
Stevie: what if she says no. What if she wants to be just with you.
Bucky: or you…
Stevie: I am sure she likes you more.
Bucky: stop, Steve. We don’t know what she feels. Did she kiss you back? Like really kiss you.
Stevie: yup…that was so hot. She did the thing with her tongue you told me about.>
“Stevie?” you say when you come back in the living room.
“Yup?”.
“I-I think I’ll go to bed. See you tomorrow?” you ask shyly.
“Sleep well, sweetheart, brunch is on me!”. You kiss his cheek and retrieve to your bedroom.
&lt;Y/N: I kissed Steve.
Nat: WHAT? AFTER BUCKY?
Y/N: we were playing truth or dare. He dared me to kiss him. (with tongues, his words, not mine)
Nat: and ?
Y/N: I don’t know what I am supposed to do now. I felt the exact same thing with Bucky and Steve. And you know I don’t feel much when I kissed guys until I am pretty attached to them.
Nat: yeah I know…you and your demi-sexual thing.
Y/N: scuse you bisexual girl who dates only nerds guy. How’s Bruce?
Nat: currently massagin’ my feet so perfect. But you need to talk to them. I am sure they’re planning something.
Y/N: planning smth?
Nat: ask them. Good night, babe.>
What you didn’t know, it’s that before you join them in the appartement. Bucky and Steve had a thing, that only Natasha knows. They are best friends, sure, but they’re also lovers. They only tend to be like that when you are not around, since you moved in.
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You are not going to lie to yourself, you are feeling bad to have kiss your two roommates. And you are feeling worse to have like it, both time and even considering doing it again.
This Saturday, you come back from a little walk with Natasha. When you arrive, the appartement is quiet, a little bit to quiet. No one is in the living room and the door from Bucky’s room is wide open and empty, but the room from Steve is closed. You wait to hear something, like Steve has a girl around, but nothing.
You go there and knock. Steve’s voice comes to you in a grumble “yeah?”, “Hello, just to let you know I am home. “, you say.
 “Oh hey, little one, ok, we’ll be there soon for dinner.”
You can’t stop your question “We?”. You hear Steve chuckles and then he invites you in.
“Buck and I, sweets, who else?” he says when you open the door.
Steve is on his back with Bucky curled onto his side, sound asleep. You saw them bro cuddling now and then, but never like that. You raise an eyebrow but don’t say anything. Bucky has hard days and seems to find comfort in cuddling. “I have an empty space right here” teases Steve and tapping the other side of him. You hesitate and decide to go and join the cuddle. You lay down beside Steve, his arm goes around your waist. You put your hand on his chest, just beside Bucky’s hand.
 “He’s ok?” you ask quietly.
“Bad day, really bad one.”, answers Steve.  Automatically, you caress Bucky’s cheek and pass your finger in his hair. “How was your day with Natty?”.
“Good, really nice.”, you smile at Steve.
In your walk with Nat, you arrived at this conclusion: no need to put words for now, just enjoy the feeling of being close to those two wonderful men. So, you enjoy the cuddle and to pass your fingers in Bucky hair, while Steve caress your hip. You’re at peace. You’ve never felt like this with any of your ex’s.
Maybe they talked to each other, and they know that you have kissed each of them, maybe you can tell Steve now and Bucky when he wakes up. Maybe, just maybe you are, and they are into polyamorous relationship. Maybe…
“Stevie?” you murmur in his neck, he smells divine as always, citrus and pine. He hums in response. “I…I kissed Bucky before I kissed you.” His hand still on your waist and he squeezes it.
“Yeah, same Sweetheart, I kissed him before I kissed you.” You sit up, not sure to have truly heard what he said.
“Wait, what?”. Steve grins at you, then he turns his head to Bucky and kisses him on his forehead. Buck sighs in his sleep and get more comfortable on Steve. His leg goes on his thighs, and he tightens his grip around the waist. He looks peaceful. “You’ve kissed?”, Steve shrugs but his smile tells you everything you need.
You weren’t expecting that, of course not, but why are you not more shocked or disturbed? You look at them and it’s like the missing piece of the puzzle in your head. Everything starts to make sense, or you have more questions that need answers. “I always thought that your friendship was more than that”, you think out loud. Steve chuckles while Bucky stirs in his sleep. He tucks himself more onto Steve and his hand, who was on his stomach, goes right to Steve’s crotch. And the blond does nothing to stop him, well not exactly nothing, he’s looking at you and when he sees your expression, he gently takes bucky hand et brings it back to his sternum.
“I think we need to talk the three of us, Sweets” he whispers to you. You can only nod and keep staring at their interlaced hands. “We don’t want to scare you away, you know?”,
“Scare me away?”, you ask intrigue.
“Yeah, by telling you our little secret.” You stay silent, not sure you want to acknowledge the truth just yet…because it doesn’t scare you at all, it turns you on more and that’s what scares you, you almost feel like a creep.
“I would have never judged you. You can love who you want” you finally say. Steve smiles and brings you closed once again. You put your hand on top of theirs. For the first time in a long time, you feel complete and that stress you out.
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The next day, you all decide to have THE discussion. It’s just after your usual Sunday brunch. The guys are doing the dishes and you just looking in the void. Your mind is racing. What if it just a dream, what if they pranked you?
“Dollface? You’re with us?” calls you Bucky. You blink twice to focus on them again. They are smiling, and you get butterflies.
“Yeah, I am” you whisper.
“Good, good, so…” starts Steve. And then he explains everything, his relationship with Bucky, their attraction for you since they met you. You listen, stunned by their revelations. Bucky points out some details and makes you giggle. You feel shy and powerful. The more they talk, the more they stare at you with love and lust. You have the last word; you are the one who has to say yes or no.  You take a big breath and ask, “How would it works?”.
They are taken aback; Bucky takes Steve’s hand under the table and squeeze it hard. “If we try this throuple, we have to make rules, right?” You sound so confident; Steve’s heart is beating fast.
“Yeah, we need rules for the start, to try and navigate in this together” states Bucky. You nod and smile. Then you get up and round the table to go to their side. You see their hands and chuckle.
 “No more hiding now, show me those hands, guys”. They laugh and put their hands on the table, you place both of your hand on their neck. It feels good, you like that they don’t have the same texture, but they both soft. They lean against you and close their eyes.
 “I feel like I just solved a puzzle” murmurs Bucky. “Is it weird?” he asks.
 “I don’t know, don’t feel weird. “, you answer. Steve is the first to move, he stands up and takes your hand and Bucky’s and goes on the couch. He sits down and puts you on his laps. Bucky takes your calf and cuddle against Steve. One of Steve’s arms is around your waist and the other is around Bucky’s shoulders. Bucky has one arm around Steve waist and the other on your legs. You put your hand on each one of them that touches you.
 After a moment of silence, you ask” Can we kiss again?”.
 “Yes, please” they said in unison. “I want to see you kiss” you murmur.  They don’t move, Steve’s blushing, while Bucky is looking at you. You put your hands on their chins and turn their faces, so they face each other. “Please, can I see you kiss?”. Your gentle command makes them move. Slowly they approach each other lips. When they start kissing, it’s sensual, loving and you get flustered. It’s hot, you never thought that looking at two people kissing would be this sexy. Then Bucky does something that makes Steve moans. You did once or twice hear him having someone around, but he has never moaned like that. Steve’s hand on your hip squeezes your flesh. Steve breaks the kiss first; Bucky bites his lower lip.
 “You turn, doll face”, growls Bucky. You expect him to kiss you, but he does the same as you did, take your chin between his fingers, and make you face Steve. You kiss the blond; you try some of your trick to make him moan like Bucky and when you succeed you break the kiss and turn your intention on Buck. He smiles at you, and you smile back, before going to kiss him. With Bucky, each of you fight for dominance. You move on Steve’s lap and after a while, you feel him getting hard under you. Suddenly the reality of the situation strikes, and you start to panic.
You get up and say, “I’m going to the toilets”. Bucky and Steve watch you go, and they try not to laugh, because they recognise a pattern there.
Your room is next to the toilets and when you go out, you look at your bed and you really want to hide yourself. But why would you hide? You take a deep breath before going back in the living room.
They are whispering to each other, Bucky seems unhappy, while Steve tries to calm him down. “hey, guys!”, they turn their heads so fast, you’re sure they’re going to bump into each other and you giggle. “ehm, sorry to ran away, could we…could we go in my room? For more privacy?”
Steve is the first to get up, Bucky looks at you strangely “privacy of what? we are the only one here” he says in a cold voice.
“Bucky” warns Steve.
 You sigh and smile “No he’s right Steve. Bucky, I know that we are alone, but I would feel better and safer in my room…because it’s new to me and I need to navigate around all of that…around this new us. If that makes sense?”
Bucky relaxes and nods, standing up, “makes sense, sorry.” You wait for them to come close to you before you take each of their hand and guide them into your room.
“Where do we sleep?”, you ask.
“Let’s just say, that we can sleep on our own or together, but no pressure” answers Steve. You smile and walk into your room, sitting on your bed facing them.
Bucky is the first to go lay and waits for Steve and you. “Doll, in the middle” he commands. You giggle and do as he say, loving the few times you find yourself engulf between those two sweet giants.
Steve follows you and sighs. “Love the smell of your sheets, sweetheart”. You smile at him and blushes.
“I use the same wash as you…”, he laughs softly and kisses your cheek.
“But it still smells like you.” He boops your nose and you giggle shyly. Bucky brings you close to him, and he kisses your neck, making you shudder.
“When did you know?”, he asks you.
“When I did know what, bucky?”
“That you liked both of us”.
This question, you’ve been asking it to yourself for weeks now. But honestly, it just came along the way. The fact that they opened their home for you, that they’ve always been there since. Always have a shoulder to lay on, someone to rely on. You’ve never felt alone since you moved in here. You tell them that and they both smile, Steve strokes your cheeks and Bucky your hip. You feel safe, understood, and complete.
Then, they both lean in and kiss you. A three-way kiss, that left you breathless and panting. You look at them and you smile, stroking their chin with your thumb, loving the difference of texture. Steve is shaved, while bucky always have a three-day beard. You pass your thumb on their lips and bucky groans, pupils wide, the blue of his eyes almost inexistant.
“You’ve freed the beast”, chuckles Steve, who’s biting his lip.  
“Y/N, Sweetheart?”, whispers Steve. You try to focus on him, but flashback holds you in your terror.
You look between them, and you take a shaky breath. “Oh, yeah?”. Bucky nods and starts to pempers kisses on your cheek and neck.
“Can I kiss you doll?”. You nod and he kisses you tenderly, deeply, you let him have the dominance in that kiss. It feels good, but then his hands wonder on your body, and you start to panic. Bad memories coming back to you. You try to tell him to stop, but then Steve joins him and you freeze, panic taking hold of you, and you feel hopeless, unable to tell them to stop. You whimper and they stop everything they do and look at you. Your eyes are tearing up and you’re heaving, fright written on your face.
Bucky looks at Steve and he’s panicking; the blond understands he must be stronger for both of you. “Buck, it’s okay, she must have…”, they look at each other and remembered the time you came home totally shaking and afraid. It was just before you dump your last friend with benefits.
“Rumlow”, growls Bucky. “I’m gonna end him”.
You take bucky hand and holds it tight. “don’t leave me.”
“I’m not, I’m here doll.” You nod and looks at Steve.
“I won’t either, sweetheart, I’ll stay here with you. Just take a deep breath for us?”. You nod and do some breathing exercise, following what Steve does and then Bucky when he joins in.
“So-sorry”, you murmur, unable to look at them, fiddling with your nails. One hand goes on yours and then another.
“No need to be sorry”, they said in unison, their soothing voice calming you even more.
“it’s a lot.”
“Then we take our time.”, says Steve softly.
“Yeah, you’re stuck with us now”, jokes gently Bucky and that makes you smile.  
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lavenderbuckyy · 8 months
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Stucky Week Day 7: Disability
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I love you, Steve signs. Then again. He places his hand to his heart, then holds it up, tucking in his thumb. I love you, Bucky.
Bucky's storm-grey eyes are clear. He raises his fist for 'S' and lets his hand, fingers splayed, make an arc across his chest. Steve.
Steve is a Deaf artist. Bucky is a bookworm who's non-verbal autistic. When they meet, they find that nobody else understands them quite like the other does.
A very late fill for @stucky-week's final free prompt!
Disclaimer: I'm not Deaf/HOH myself! A big thanks to @littlemidnightnothings for letting me ask questions about Steve and Bucky's name signs and for consulting your friend on it :) Your help meant so much!
Bucky's name sign is a combination of the sign for 'B' and a reference to the heart. It's meant to reference his kind heart and the name Bucky :)
Steve's is a combination of the sign for 'S' and the sign for 'sunshine'. Steve's ma gave him his sign name — it's meant to allude to how she calls him "sunshine boy" in the comics and includes S for Steve :)
I got the signs from handspeak.com so please let me know if any are wrong!
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luna-rainbow · 1 year
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It was 1926.
“Look, Stevie, a shooting star!” Sarah leaned closer to shield him from the night wind. “They say that when a curious angel lifts the curtain of the night sky to peek at the human world, we see the light as a shooting star.”
“If you make a wish while they’re peeking in, Stevie, they might hear it and make it come true.”
“Look! Another star! Stevie, quick, let’s make a wish!”
“I don’t need—”
“How about, you will make a friend at your new school?”
“I don’t need a friend.” He thought about it and added, “But it would be nice if I can find someone who lets me draw them.” It was hard to find someone who had the patience to stay still long enough, and who didn’t think he was odd for staring.
“Well, if you are friends then they’re more likely to let you draw them.”
Steve was still dubious, but obeyed anyway, “Alright then. I wish for a friend, with nice eyes.” He liked drawing eyes.
“That’s a good wish,” Sarah said encouragingly.
“And a big, big smile.”
“That’s beautiful, Stevie.”
“And curls in his hair,” because he liked drawing hair too, and curls were fun to draw.
Sarah rubbed his head affectionately, “Alright—”
“And nice hands,” he liked how expressive they were and wanted to get better at drawing them.
“Certainly, Steve, now—”
“Also,” he remembered something important, “He can’t be taller than me.”
She rapped him on his forehead. “The angel won’t grant your wish if you’re too greedy. Come on, let’s get inside before you catch another cold.”
The moment he set eyes on Bucky, it was like the boy had walked straight out of his imagination. Every feature in that heart-shaped face, the mop of hair, the bright sparks in those eyes, the little curl of the corner of his lips when he smiled, made Steve wanted to draw him, and…astonishingly, Bucky loved indulging him.
Steve would marvel as they grew older, he would come to love every mark that time left on Bucky. The sharpening of those cheekbones, the crinkles as he smiled, the fuzzy stubble and the long limbs and the mop of curls that’s darkened from straw to a coffee brown.
No matter how Bucky grew and changed, he was always, always the most beautiful model Steve had taken a pencil to.
More importantly, Bucky became the friend Steve had never thought he could have.
That was when Steve began believing in angels.
(Except the minor quibble that Bucky towered over him. Maybe the angel didn’t hear that last bit.)
It was 1943.
Bucky was leaving to fight battles Steve had never seen.
Bucky saw his hope to join an army as a death wish. He could hear Bucky’s concern brimming in his voice.
Bucky wanted to keep him safe. It wasn’t that he didn’t understand.
Of course he did, but he wanted to keep Bucky safe too, and sometimes there was no walking away from a fight.
He just wished he could fight alongside Bucky and not have to wait in his lonely home, not knowing where Bucky was and what enemy fires he faced, not knowing if the next time he heard from Bucky would be in the form of a condolence letter.
“So you want to kill Nazis?” the bespectacled man asked.
“I don’t like bullies.”
He thought that was his opportunity, but for months afterwards he wondered if he was mistaken. He was bigger, taller, stronger, healthier, but layers of red tape stopped him from seeing Bucky, let alone fight alongside him.
And then, against all probability, he heard Bucky’s unit was not far from him. Against all odds, Bucky was still alive.
And against all his expectation, Bucky had said, “That little guy from Brooklyn who’s too dumb to walk away from a fight, I’m following him.”
Steve was sure he had a guardian angel.
(Who also heard his complaint about the height.)
It was 1945.
The sky was inadmissibly cloudless.
A streak of light flew across the stars.
But Steve, sitting alone in the shell shocked tavern, had stopped believing in angels.
It’s 2013.
“Want to join us for a drink, Cap?”
“Not today, you guys enjoy.”
“Got a better offer elsewhere, huh?” Natasha asked as the strike team walked off.
“I’m going to the observatory.”
“Oh?” Natasha arched her eyebrows, “You don’t strike me as an astronomy type. A date?”
“Kind of,” Steve grips the photo in his pocket.
“Wait, who with?” She looked affronted that she didn’t know of it beforehand, “The girl from statistics?”
“No, an angel.”
She elbowed him in the arm, “Look at you being a sap. Go get her.”
Steve wandered through the giant halls of hanging planets, stopping before every plaque, reading them slowly not because he was fascinated, but because the man whose photo he was holding in his pocket would have been.
“See Bucky, the first moon landing,” he said under his breath. “Bet you would’ve loved to watch that.”
“Hey Buck, remember how excited you were when they found Pluto? The ninth planet? Well, it’s no longer a planet.”
Steve smiled at the thought of Bucky’s indignant expression.
“Buck, look — an angel’s peeking in.”
The words came out on automatic when the light flashed across the sky.
The smile faded from his eyes, and his fingers tightened around the photo in his pocket. He drew a deep breath and sighed, “Wish you were here, Buck.”
It was 2016.
A trail of light cruised across the sparkling night sky.
“Look Bucky—” he had began to speak.
“An angel is peeking in,” Bucky finished for him.
They glanced at each other and smiled.
Steve turned back to watch the light slowly blink out as he held tightly onto Bucky’s hand.
“What did you wish for?” Bucky asked later.
“It’s a secret,” Steve said in his ear.
Steve believed in angels.
But the best was right next to him.
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fineanddandy · 2 years
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Lookin for a Hero
Part Two
Summary: Living with your new stepdad is beginning to get to you, so you have ways to deal with the…ache. But when a particular stranger comes along, offering you a place of refuge for a night, he comes with a couple of surprises…
Relationship: stepdad’s best friend!Bucky Barnes x black!YA!reader x stepdad!Steve Rogers
Warnings: graphic language, stepdad/stepdaughter relations, age gap, alcohol consumption, teasing, smut, sharing/tag team, threesome, unprotected sex, male masturbation, smut cliffhanger, 18+
A/N: this idea has been sitting on my list for a while so I decided to ride the inspo to see where it would take me. OOPS! Looks like there’s going to be a part two…cuz I feel like being evil 😈 shoutout my mans Prince for that line at the end 🙃😏😘
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Lately, you were feeling weird about coming home on the weekends to visit. Home life had changed and you had a hard time adjusting. Steve had moved in with your mom and although they’d been together for a while now, something about him being in the house was just…off-putting. There was nothing wrong with him; he was really good to your mom and maybe…on occasion…a little too good to you. In the past, you didn’t mind the minor flirting; maybe Steve was just being a nice guy but now when you come visit, you’ve been catching him…lingering. Especially when your mom wasn’t around. Stare, bite and lick his plump bottom lip at you, fine, but then he started to spend more time getting to know you. Alone, late at night, sometimes with a couple of beers. Vibes were constantly weird between you guys…and you didn’t want to disrespect your mom but if Steve didn’t chill, you might do something about his subtle advances.
To avoid his heat, you’d go out with a couple of friends who still lived in town, and drunkenly take your sexual frustrations out on total strangers. Something to get take edge off. Sometimes Steve would get you so worked up just by sitting all close, silently breathing down your neck. All it took. His angered silent treatment was just as hot. He hated when you’d come home all fucked up, reeking of alcohol and some guy’s shitty cologne. Reprimanding you with that grueling Captain America glare as he’d drag you to your room before your mom busted you. Then not speaking to you until you came strutting by in something to catch his eye. Although the game was only played a few times a month, you and Steve were pretty much addicted to the chase.
It’s a good night out with your homies, tossing back tequila shots and catching up about life. You had a fantastic buzz going, scanning the bar for your a new prospect. Tonight, dude’s gotta be smokin to curb your Steve fever he ran you so fuckin hot before you left the house.
“What kind of top is this?” He asked in a hush, tugging on your tattered tank top as he pushed you into the front door. “Barely covers your tits.” Gazing down at your cleavage Steve grazed his hard on across your warm crotch with a nasty smirk, tempted to grope your heaving breast but his massive hand just hovered there.
“Kinda the point Steve.” You stared at his hand, waiting for him to make a move but after a minute of nothing you scoffed a laugh and pushed him off you. “Don’t wait up…pop.”
He was getting bolder, a lot more brazen with his intentions, which made living with him lately a little dangerous. Hence why tonight, your next victim needs to be just as big and fine as your asshole stepdad who won’t let up. But no one’s caught your eye just yet so you order you and friends another round. And another round. Aaand another round until it’s late and everyone’s drunk ready to call it. Not you, because you know who’s waiting for you at home. You’re lowkey begging them not to go just yet, just one more, but they head for the exit with sincerest apologies.
Pouting to yourself, you debate your next move. Go home drunk to Steve and possibly fuck him under your mom’s nose? Or call up one of your repeats to handle your needs? Either way you need to book a ride out of here soon.
“Oh hold on there hun.” Some random guy catches you stumbling up out of your chair. “You’re ok. I got you…”
Something familiar about his voice, his smell as you turn your chin up to see if you recognize this man helping you out the door.
“Who…?” Your visions blurry but his vivid steel blue eyes stand out, his cool gaze curtained by his long brown hair. “Do I know…?”
He smiles, answering your question with a vague, “just a nice guy.”
You blow a noisy wet raspberry through your puckered lips, waving a flimsy hand. “No such thing.”
He chuckles at your drunken stupor, helping you get into the passenger seat of his truck. It’d be best to get you home but he was told to hold on to you for a while. Once he’s got you buckled in, he pulls out his phone to text:
Got her she’s good…drunk but good…
“Trust me.” He hops into the drivers seat with a wink, dropping his phone into an empty cup holder.
“Says the strange man who just put me in his truck. No name. Nothin.” It’s not like you put up much of a fight but…just sayin…only so much blind trust drunk you can give. His truck comes on with a deafening roar.
“Alright. I’m a friend.”
Another vague answer. “Of whose exactly?” You space out the window, gazing up at the stars with droopy lids. They dazzle like your mysterious stranger’s, imagining his pretty eyes peering into your soul like from earlier. Slipping into an intoxicating fantasy with a weighted sigh you hear him faintly mention over the image of him crawling up your squirming body,
“Guess you’d refer to me a friend of your stepdad…”
Wait, what?! Your daydream dissolves away as you come back down to earth, snapping your neck back over your shoulder.
“Oh fuck. Steve? You—you know Steve?” You blink, not expecting that. “Yeah, uh, Steve’s my—he’s my—married to my—fuck!” That’s when it dawns on you, who he is, how you fuckin know him! Gawking at him with your jaw dropped as he just chuckles at you. “Oh! Bucky! Oh hell you’re Bucky!” You’d seen pictures, heard stories but never actually met him damn. Now you’re really freaked, afraid that he’ll snitch on you. “Oh god…don’t. Don’t tell Steve ok he’ll go ballistic! He hates when I go home drunk with random dudes.” You beg clutching onto his giant bicep. “But—but you’re not a random dude you’re like his best friend! Oh god please Bucky.”
Bucky’s phone quietly vibrates in the console as you beg for his secrecy. A text from Steve illuminates his screen.
“Relax, relax hun I won’t say a word.” He lies through a toothy smile, patting your stressed hand as you sit back.
“Dude thank you.” You rest your hand over your racing heart with a sigh. “Can you not take me home? I really don’t want to hear his lecture…” or feel the weight of unbearable sexual tension in your chest as Steve growls, pinning you down to your bed. You gulp a desperate knot as a chill scatters down your spine. It’s for the best.
“Sure, we can go back to mine.” Bucky pleasantly hums to himself gripping the steering wheel. “Have a drink, get to know one other.”
Sounds perfect. You drop your coy gaze down his rugged profile, and assess the grown man sitting beside you. Bucky could do. Sure he’s Steve’s bestie, a little too close to home, but you’re picking up the same weird vibes off him that you do when you’re home alone with your stepdad. At least with him, you could get away with fuckin him guilt free. Tell Steve you didn’t know who he was until after the fact. You were so drunk anyway.
Come to my place…
“How come I’ve never met you before?”
Drink in hand, you trip over your feet as you take a round about his room, enjoying the heat of sultry glare following you.
“Not around a whole lot.” Bucky simply explains. “But Steve speaks…highly…of you.”
“Oh?” He catches you by surprise, abruptly turning your head. “Does he now?”
“Of course.” Bucky purrs, drinks, “so beautiful, so smart. Stubborn…but sweet.”
Eyes locked he carefully watches you strut over to him on the couch, sensually licking the whisky off his bottom lip. Dropping his knees even further apart, inviting you into his space with a sexy grin.
“Is that all?” You ask into your glass tossing back the rest of your drink, sitting it down before you take your time falling to your hands and knees. His stormy grey eyes are so vivid they’re damn near hypnotic and with each devious step you take, the further you lose yourself in his darkening glint.
Of course he’s said more but all of that will come to light with time. Bucky slowly draws up off the back of the couch and rests his elbows on his thighs, leaning over to meet you face to face.
“Isn’t that enough?” He asks softly, nudging your chin with his warm knuckle. “Trouble at home hun?”
You flinch a confused frown and reach for his pouty lips, relishing in his warm huffs of breath. “Nothing I can’t handle.”
Did he know? Would Steve confess his burdens to him like that? You can’t tell him you didn’t want to start any drama.
“Then why are you here?” A shaky sigh leaves your parted lips. Bucky affectionately brushes the tip of your nose with his, tipping your chin higher to be a little closer. Stray strands of his soft hair curtains his wrinkled eyes tickle your burning skin. His stubble prickling at your trembling chin. Gasping hard, you’re dying to be kissed but Bucky holds you still. “Lookin for a hero?”
“Something like that.” you pant, swallow a tiny whimper, sinking deeper into his steamy murky eyes. “Need a little help.”
Clenching his thighs you shove yourself off your knees and straddle him, pushing him back into cushions with a mischievous smirk. With both hands, Bucky palms your rocking ass with a mild groan, gripping you with a bite of his bottom lip. Batting his lashes up at you faintly gasping as you wind your hips over his hard on, cradling his scruffy jawline. Him now mesmerized by your beautiful seductive eyes, your devilish smile twitching with every circle of your waist.
“How…” he lowly growls with a roll of his neck, bucking off the seat, tugging you harder onto his hot lap.
“Fuck me Bucky.” you beg of him unbuckling his belt. Fuck Steve out of your system, you almost cried ripping his pants button and fly open. “Help me forget.”
Bucky inhales a harsh, raspy gasp as you fist his dick, tenderly pulling him out and immediately jerking him off. He sounds so good squirming underneath you you moan along with him, rolling the pad of your thumb around his dripping slit. Folds tingling and damp in your skin tight jeans dying to be touched. Your free hand cups his flushed cheek, admiring his dropped jaw, his pinched brow as he calls out to you.
“Oh shit hun…shit…”
Resting his head back with droopy lids Bucky let’s you take him, fixated on your fist attentively stroking his veiny girth.
“Fuck you’re so big.” So big your mouth waters as you join in watching his dick throb between your tight fingers. Opening your mouth over his lap, you dangle your tongue out and drool all down its head and your boney knuckles gliding over his taught skin.
“Awwwwfuuuuck.” Bucky chokes on an erotic groan, rolling his eyes into the back of his skull.
“Dunno if I can take all of you,” you whisper against his lips, stroking him faster, harder, kissing back all his longing groans, “might be too much.”
Shit he wouldn’t have guessed that this kind of girl was inside you when talkin to Steve. Damn near cock starved and it had to be all his fault. All his ruthless teasing had you wild out in these streets. Looks like Steve had a right to be worried…and he really needs to put you down soon. As for now though, Bucky will take care of that for him. He soothes his gloved hand around to your front, pinching the button a loose.
“Mmm let’s fuckin find out.”
Bucky damn near rips your skinny jeans off you, forcing you to stand so he can tear them down to your ankles as you breathlessly yank off your shirt. Tossing it across the room before you’re pulling at the collar of his shirt, anxiously clawing it up his back until you reveal him totally ripped, and heaving. His giant vibranium arm glistening in the low light. You can’t help but trace your fingers down the cool metal, wander at him with bated breaths. As you marvel, Bucky takes you by the hips and jerks you back on top of him.
“Like what you see hun?” He comments about your gaping with a smirk, easing you towards his rigid cock thrilled to be near your fluttering folds.
Nodding urgently you bite back a moan, the tip of his dick traces up and down your slit. He’s hotter than Steve. Fuck, you want him to be hotter than Steve but really you can’t tell who’s. Something about them both…you can’t explain it but they both had you stuck.
“Oh my god!” You gasp clutching the back of the couch as Bucky busts through and just the tip has you gushing. “Oh god you’re so fuckin hot Bucky!”
The more he fills your rippling walls, the wetter you get and within a snap, he’s filled you to the brim with a surprised gasp. Sloppily kissing up and down your neck Bucky’s so proud of you.
“There you go hun, yeah baby,” he congratulates in a hush, nipping at your skin as he slightly pumps you. “Feels good doesn’t it…”
You fist and pull his hair, every inch of you on fire. “So fuckin good!” You scratch his scalp as he rocks your hips back and forth for you. “Oh fuck use me. Use me Bucky please.”
Those words you fantasized about using on Steve. God most nights when you came home drunk that’s what you wanted. For Steve to take you, fuck you senseless. Forcing you to be quiet with his massive hand over your wailing mouth so you won’t wake your mom. Fuck what you wouldn’t do for his dick to be inside you just once, fucking you with finesse like his best friend here.
“Jesus Christ!” You shiver as Bucky pops his hips into your creamy pussy.
“Don’t think about him.” Bucky grumbles grabbing you by the back of your neck, pulling you in for a hard passionate kiss. Him? How does he know… “I’m fucking you. Not Steve.” He picks up the pace, hissing at your puckered lips.
“What-” You try to ask but you’re distracted by Bucky playing at your clit. Distracted by a familiar voice coming through the door.
“Not much longer.”
Whipping your head around with a dropped jaw you find Steve coming towards you and Bucky with a sick grin, unbuttoning his shirt and stepping out his shoes.
“FUCK! Steve! Oh my god!” You whimper at Bucky biting and sucking at your nipple, distracting you again from your confusion. His tongue feels insane swirling and tugging around your sensitive nub you fail to notice Steve, buck naked, standing at your side, cradling the back of your head with a soft smile.
“Relax baby girl…” He guides his fingertips over your dry parted lips, slipping them in one by one over your wiggling tongue. “Not mad…just wanna fuck the taste out of your mouth.”
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voylitscope · 1 day
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CA: TWS Anniversary Ficlets (Day 2)
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Daily ficlets for the CA: TWS 10th Anniversary Event @catws-anniversary. With Huge thanks to @sparkagrace and @cable-knit-sweater for running this wonderful event! 💞
Two | March 27th | Theme: Steve Rogers | Prompt: Guilt | Words: 300 | Canon compliant | Not Rated | No Warnings
When they were kids, Steve's Ma used to say that the two of them had a way of always following each other into nearly everything. She'd meant it about the messes and scrapes they'd often ended up in back then — the things that had them coming home covered in dust and dirt and that had earned them fond headshakes.
Back then, Steve hadn't given her comments that much thought, but when he did stop to think about it — he'd normally figured that it wasn't right. He'd usually been pretty sure that it was just that they were always together. And nobody could follow anybody if they were already in the same place, right?
But the words are back in Steve's now head. And he thinks this Ma was right, and that it's been true all along — that they do always seem to follow each other.
Steve thinks he sees it now.
Because:
Hadn't Bucky left for the war, and hadn't Steve followed?
Hadn't Bucky told Steve he was staying to follow him into battle?
Hadn't Bucky fallen off that rian, and hadn't Steve —
Hadn't Steve crashed that plane?
And.
Hadn't Steve woken up, alive, in the 21st century?
Not dead. An impossible thing.
And hadn't Steve seen Bucky, just hours ago, alive in the 21st century?
Not dead. An impossible thing.
So, hadn't they somehow followed each other even in that?
Haven't they managed to follow each other their whole lives?
And, then, if all that's true — Should they have stopped? Should Steve have made it stop? Before Bucky fell. Before Bucky looked right through Steve on a DC street. Before all those decades in between that Steve can't begin to imagine. Before —
Should he have made it stop?
Could he have?
(Is it still happening?
What happens next time?)
🎆 One | March 26th | Theme: On your left | Prompt: The Smithsonian | Words: 250 | Canon compliant | No warnings | Not Rated |
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mysecretlittlelibrary · 7 months
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Broken Rules
Pairing: Stucky x Reader
Word Count: 2.4k
Warnings: use of toys, serious edging, handjobs, oral (f,m receiving) unprotected sex, spanking, pet names & honorifics, threesome, bondage, sub!stucky - i think that's it-
Genre: smut because that's like all Stucky gets I need to work on some pure fluff for them, a dash of fluff
Summary: You and Steve catch Bucky breaking a rule
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When you walk into the room with Steve, you catch Bucky with his hand stroking himself, head tossed back against the headboard and you clear your throat rather loudly, startling him.
"Y/n you're back." Bucky stutters awkwardly.
"That's funny I don't remember giving you permission to do that. Steve did I give you permission to touch yourself?" You ask.
"No mistress." Steve replies immediately.
"Steve did I give Bucky permission to touch himself?" You ask.
"Not to my knowledge." He says.
"Bucky did I give you permission to touch yourself?" You cross your arms.
"Wel-"
"That's a yes or no question. If the next thing out of your mouth is not a yes or a no, you're answering it wrong. I'll ask again did I give you permission to touch yourself Bucky?"
"No mistress."
"And yet here you are." You hum. "Looks like we'll be having a lesson in discipline today."
"I'm-"
"Don't start." You say sharply stopping whatever Bucky was going to say in his defense. You pull the desk chair from its corner and set it up at the foot of the bed facing it. "Come here Bucky." You say. Bucky walks over and kneels at your feet. "Oh now you want to behave as trained. On your feet I want you bent over this chair." You say. He stands and places his hands on the seat of the chair. "Steve my love, go in the trunk in to closet and grab the red box for me." You tell him.
"The red box?"
"Yes. Oh and lube. You can pick."
"I can pick?"
"Yeah. It's not for you but- since you've been so good I'll give you a bit more power today."
"Oh okay- thank you mistress." Steve says and walks over to the closet. He returns with the box and a bottle of lube, he's picked out Bucky's favorite. You smile a bit at that, how sweet of him. You take the bottle of lube first and generously coat your fingers. With a hand at his back, you slowly circle his asshole. He jolts a bit at the cold feeling groaning a bit when you gently breach the tight ring of muscle. You take your time pumping your fingers in and out of him, enjoying the way his breathing changes as he gets worked up from your stretching.
"Steve would you like to do the next bit?" You ask pulling your fingers out of Bucky.
"If it pleases you mistress." Steve nods.
"Brilliant answer, open the box baby boy." You smile. Steve opens the box, a vibrating tail plug and a cockring lie inside along with a few other things but those are the two items you'll need first. "You can grab the plug first, and the remote." You tell Steve. Steve nods and grabs the item in question, taking your place behind Bucky to work the plug into his ass.
"Ah-" Bucky moans.
"Okay Steve, let's see how much power you can handle baby boy. You are going to spank Bucky and he's going to count each one. We'll go to ten." You instruct.
"Yes mistress." Steve nods. Steve takes a breath before his hand comes down on Bucky's ass making the brunette hiss.
"One." He pants out.
"Good Steve, keep going." You nod. He lashes the next 3 in quick succession and Bucky counts just as fast. You don't do much more coaching through the rest of it, Steve spanks, Bucky counts albeit with increasing difficulty, but he does it and by the time Steve has completed the task, Bucky's ass is bright pink, as you wanted.
"You did well puppy, you can sit now." You tell Bucky.
"Thank you mistress." Bucky strains, slowly sitting down, between his sore ass and the plug, it's a lot for him but he makes do.
"And you did well too baby boy." You say stroking Steve's cheek softly.
"Thank you mistress." Steve blushes at your praise. He always does. You pick out the ring from the box and slowly roll it down to the base of Bucky's dick.
"How're we doing puppy?" You pull Bucky's chin, forcing his gaze to you.
"Fine, mistress." Bucky breathes.
"Good. Steve go pick out restraints baby boy." You say. Steve walks back over to the trunk in the closet and shifts through it for a bit before he returns with a pair of leather cuffs.
"Will these do mistress?"
"Yes, those are fine." You grab them from Steve and put them on Bucky, binding his arms behind his back. "Steve come undress me." You say. Steve pulls your shirt over your head and then slips your pants down.
"All the way?" He asks.
"Yes baby boy." You say. Since he's already on his knees he slides your panties off as well before standing and walking behind you to unhook your bra, allowing it to drop into the pile with the rest of your clothes. "Good, I want you next to Bucky, okay Stevie?" You toss over your shoulder as you climb into the large bed. Steve makes his way to Bucky's side and waits for instructions patiently. For a moment you simply look at the pair, enjoying the sight of two super soldiers at your disposal. "Your turn baby boy strip, and then if you want to pull up a chair you can, you'll be over there for a while." You hum. Steve quickly undresses and grabs another chair, pulling it up beside Bucky and taking a seat next to him. You toss the bottle of lube to Steve and he scrambles to catch it. "Here. You're going to be jerking Bucky off, and Bucky you're not allowed to cum." You instruct.
"Now?" Steve asks squirting lubricant into his hand.
"Yeah, go ahead and start." You say. Steve wraps his hand around Bucky and begins to stroke him lazily. Bucky, already having worked himself up so much before you returned, is immediately reactive to Steve's touch. He jerks in his chair and you almost wish you'd tied his legs down too but you don't feel like doing so now. You watch as Steve sets an easy pace with his fist and Bucky barely holds it together, a mess of moans and grunts so quickly that Steve has to carefully monitor his movements so as to not push him over the edge.
"Ffffuck! Please mistress- I'm sorry I- shit I can't- please!" you smirk at Bucky's broken pleas.
"You can't what puppy?" You ask with feigned sympathy lacing the words.
"Please, please I need to cum. I can't take it. Please mistress." Bucky pants out, head thrown back as Steve continues to toy with him.
"Oh now you ask for permission but totally forgot about that when you broke the rules. Perhaps I'll just forget to let you cum." You hum.
"No! No please, please mistress. I'm sorry, it won't happen again. Please." Bucky's head shoots up to look at you with pleading eyes.
"Look at you, such a desperate thing. I like you like this Bucky." You smirk. "Stevie, anything to say to our naughty puppy, baby boy?"
"You really shouldn't break the rules Buck." Steve mutters.
"I know! I know, I'm sorry. Please mistress I can't-" Bucky cuts himself on with a whine caused by a change in Steve's rhythm.
"Oh I think you can. Not that it matters if you can or not because you will, for as long as I decide." You say.
"Steve- please- fuck ease up, holy shit."
"Steve answers to me, puppy. Begging him won't help you." You taunt. Steve, ever the diligent sub, continues to stroke Bucky at the same pace- though his face shows his sympathy for him as he watches Bucky writhe and whine at the attention. It's then that you remember the little remote in your hand and decide to put it to use. You turn on the vibrations on the lowest setting though you can't tell from his reaction. He practically leaps out of the chair from the extra stimulation. If he was a mess before he's in absolute shambles now. The broken sob from his lips is enough to drag your free hand from the bed to settle between your legs. You're totally dripping when you slide your fingers past your lower lips. You let your digits coast over your clit a few times, humming from the relief it brings you. Both Steve's and Bucky's eyes are trained on you as you slip two fingers inside yourself, curling them upward in a way that has your back arching and Bucky's next moan sounds pained. You know it's less to do with Steve's steady pumping and more to do with the show you're now putting on. Neither of them can stand not having their hands on you. Steve continues his task with Bucky while you use the sight to work yourself, thrusting your fingers in and out of your pussy.
"Fuck- I'm so wet. So warm too." You hum.
"Mistress." Bucky sighs out. "Please mistress, please. Need you so bad mistress. Please."
"Need me so bad you broke my rules." You remind him.
"Please! I'm sorry. I-"
"Steve, baby boy come here." You say turning off Bucky's vibrator. Bucky grunts over the loss of all stimulation but his panting breaths are loud.
"Yes mistress?" Steve asks.
"You've been so helpful today. Would you like a treat?"
"Oh please, mistress. If- you feel I've earned it." Steve says.
"So cute." You giggle. "Kneel." You order and Steve drops quickly. You prop your legs up on his shoulders before you address him again. "Make me cum baby boy. Or you'll be tied to a chair next." You say and with a hand buried in Steve's hair, you guide him to your center. He's eager as his tongue dives between your folds.
"God, so good baby boy. You're doing so well Stevie." You moan out tossing your head back. You grind your hips against Steve's face, tugging at his blonde locks as you chase your first release of the day. You let Steve's tongue drive you over the edge rather quickly, arching your back into him when your orgasm washes over you. When your breathing calms slightly you pull Steve from between your legs and kiss him. "You've been rather patient I think baby boy. Let's reward that." You say pushing him onto the bed. You take Steve's dick, hard and likely aching for attention, and line it up with your entrance, lowering yourself onto him slowly.
"Fuck- thank you mistress." Steve rasps out once you've settled over him. You kiss him sweetly and then place your hands on his chest, riding him fast and hard, enjoying the sounds from his lips.
"You're welcome, baby boy. Fuck you feel so good, filling me up nicely." You moan. Steve's mouth drops open as if to speak but all that comes out is a garbled groan, the feel of you around him clouding his thoughts.
"Mistress I wanna touch you. Please let me go. I promise I'll be good just- please let me touch you." Bucky's voice is gruff and when you look over at him he's incredibly tense.
"What do you think Stevie? Do you think my puppy has learned his lesson?" You hum licking across Steve's neck.
"I- I think so mistress. You had me spank him and he's been denied for quite some time now." Steve pants out.
"You're so sweet baby boy." You smile slowly lifting yourself from him. "And you, puppy are quite lucky for it. Personally, I was thinking about leaving you high and dry for at least a week over this." You walk over to Bucky and uncuff him from the chair. "You'll keep on the accessories for now." You tell him gesturing him over to the bed. Bucky on unsteady legs, stumbles over to the bed. You turn your attention back to Steve, taking his still hard length into your mouth. He's been so agreeable while you've had to focus most of your attention on Bucky's punishment. He hisses when you swallow him down. Steve is worked up, so much so that his body is jolting as you bob your head up and down his dick.
"Mistress, can- I wanna put it in. Please- please let me put it in mistress. Can I? Please?" It seems Bucky's managed to get his bearings a bit as he's suddenly whining at you. You come off Steve long enough to answer him, keeping a fist wrapped around the blonde for the short interim.
"Geez puppy if I didn't know any better I'd think you're in heat with how desperate you're acting." You taunt.
"Please mistress." Bucky mutters.
"Fine but you wait for my permission to cum. Understood?" You grip his chin in your free hand.
"Yes mistress. Thank you mistress." He nods as best he can in your hold. You let him go and focus back on Steve, swallowing him down again. Finally having the green light, Bucky wastes no time sinking into your heat. His hips move quick, his thrusts frantic enough to distract you for a moment.
"Steve baby boy as you've been so good I want you to cum for me okay baby?" You pull off him to give the instruction.
"O-okay mistress." Steve stutters out and you wrap your lips around him again. It doesn't take much more to have him spilling in your mouth with a whine.
"Good boy." You hum once his orgasm dies down. You allow Bucky a few more minutes to drive into you mindlessly before you twist to push him off you. You remove the ring from his dick and turn the vibrator in his ass up all the way. "If you want to cum it'll be like this. Since you seem to think you can simply cum whenever you feel like it." You tell him as he writhes on the bed. It takes a few minutes but eventually, ropes of white are spurting onto his stomach as he sobs. You turn off the toy and grab some wipes to clean him up a bit. "I'll be right back." You mutter kissing the top of his head and then Steve's. Two damp rags in hand you return to the boys and wipe down first Bucky, then Steve, who wraps his arms around Bucky once you're done.
"You did well Bucky." You tell him. "You too Stevie, the perfect little helper." You wink and Steve blushes.
"I don't like punishing him." Steve says.
"Neither do I. If only he followed the rules huh." You smile, which Steve returns.
"That's not as fun." Bucky mutters.
"Troublemaker." You tap his butt lightly and he moans due to the plug still inside him. "Oh let me take care of that." You say, slowly removing it and placing it to the side. You'll have to clean the toys later, because as soon as you've put them down Steve pulls you down between him and Bucky.
"This was so much better than that meeting with Tony." Steve mutters into your neck.
"Agreed." You hum.
"I love you guys." Bucky mumbles.
"Love you too." Steve replies.
"And I love both of you." You say, your fingers threading through their hair softly. They're a bit of a handful sometimes but yeah- you definitely wouldn't trade them for anything.
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hail-americas-ass · 2 months
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And on my breast you may carve a turtle dove, To signify I died of love.
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This was written as a beyond belated New Year's gift for @kestrafagnor, @amarriageoftrueminds, @16woodsequ, and @dontcallmebree. Without their hilarious input in this post, this fic would never have left my Google Docs.
Link here.
In which, comedy and tragedy are rolled into a one-shot featuring the Howling Commandos & the Gayest Coverup in Modern History™, and the inner thoughts of Steve as the war progresses, and the passage of time steadily brings him closer to losing the man he loves.
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stuckylaufeyson · 9 months
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Nightmare.
Bucky x reader x Steve | angst (with some comfort/fluff)
summary: you wake up from a nightmare, waking Steve and Bucky too
warnings: angstttt; anxiety/nightmares (of the ocean); past traumas of Steve and Bucky (being frozen); poly!reader/Steve/Bucky; established relationship; cuddling; no gender identifiers or pronouns for reader; pet names for reader: doll, honey
word count: ~770
You wake with a start. It's the middle of the night and you've had a nightmare, a vivid dream of one of your worst fears. 
Your brain tried to save you from witnessing the worst if it, waking you up before anything really terrible happened; however, the rush of anxiety and adrenaline continues coursing through you as you spin on how it could have ended, the worst and best possible outcomes dancing on the edge of your brain, teasing, as you try to brush them away with happier thoughts.
Your jolt awake disturbed the sleeping super soldiers on either side of you, their advanced hearing instantly noting your quicker heart rate and ragged breathing. "Honey? What's wrong?" Steve is the first to speak out of the darkness as he begins to turn around to face you, reaching out for you as the three of you had separated from the cuddled state you'd fallen asleep in. "Are you okay, doll? What happened?" Bucky asks softly from behind you, moving in closer to your tense figure. "Bad dream," you whisper out, burying your face into your pillow and tightening your arms around yourself, curling further into yourself for comfort. "Hey, it's okay now, you're awake, honey. Come here," Steve coos to you, wrapping his arm over you and pulling you into his chest as Bucky presses in closer, wrapping an arm around you too. You're in a proper super soldier sandwich now, your favorite place to be.
Steve and Bucky hear your heart rate start to slow to a more normal pace and feel you getting less tense between them. You nuzzle your face into Steve and reach for Bucky's hand on your stomach, intertwining your fingers. "Closer," you murmur, barely audible, muffled by Steve, but they hear. They squeeze in even closer to you, Bucky’s whole body flush against your back, his face tucked into your neck, hand still holding yours between you and Steve.
Steve reaches his arm over Bucky, pulling you both closer to him as your legs intertwine and he rests his chin on your head. "Do you want to talk about it?" Steve asks gently. You whine, the dream popping back up vividly in your mind, letting out a huff of a shaky breath before stating sharply, "Sharks." You feel Bucky smile into your neck, stifling a laugh, "Sharks? Baby, that's all?" "Hey, sharks are scary... and deep, dark water... fuck… Steve, I'm so sorry..." You shudder as you think about your dream and remember what Steve went through when he crashed that plane into the ocean decades ago. You move your intertwined hand with Bucky’s to Steve's side so you’re both pulling Steve closer now. Steve sighs knowing where your thoughts were going, then whispers something he's never told you before. "It's okay. I was terrified… actually tried to get out at first. Survival instincts and all, but it was just too cold, froze too quickly, and everything slowed down. Felt like unwillingly falling asleep. Don’t think I had a thought or dream all those years either. If I did, I don't remember, beyond the darkness." Steve shudders and you crane your face up to place kisses on his chest then his neck, silently peppering him with love, a new nightmare cropping up in your mind as tears form in your eyes thinking about Steve, thinking about Bucky’s past nightmares too. You start to cry now, overwhelmed with terrifying thoughts of what happened to your loves in the past mixed in with your own fears, how it must have felt a thousand times worse for them than you could ever scare yourself in your dreams, suffocating, helpless. How Bucky was frozen over and over. You can’t imagine and don’t want to ask what or if he felt anything all those years. Bucky places calming kisses on your shoulder as he gently squeezes your hand. His voice is on the edge of cracking when he whispers reassuringly, "We're all here, doll. Safe, warm, and alive. Everything’s gonna be okay." He says this to comfort himself too, and Steve. To comfort all of you, to settle everyone's minds. "I’m so sorry," you speak shakily. "Sorry for bringing all this up, my dream just scared me is all." "It's okay, we understand, honey," Steve places a kiss on your head. "I just love you both so freaking much, you know that?" You feel them both nod against you. "We know, so much, we know and love you too, baby," Bucky responds for them both. Soon you all voluntarily fall into a peaceful sleep, warm and safe in each other’s arms. 
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metalbvcky · 18 days
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A Daddy's Himbo
It has been way too long since I last posted a oneshot, but thanks to Bucky's birthday and all the events at @buckybarnesevents, the muse decided to switch gears for a change. Literally, I haven't written dom Bucky until now (nothing solid at least) but look where time finally got me 😏 It was also a good break from finishing up my series!
Stucky Bingo Round 5 — I5 - AU: No Powers @stuckybingo Bucky Barnes Events, Bucky's Birthday Bash Bucky Barnes Events, Juneiverse Round 2 — Shop
Pairing: Steve/Bucky Rating: Explicit Word/Chapter Count: 5,129 (1/1) Tags: Modern AU, Exes to Lovers, Getting Back Together, Dom Bucky, Sub Steve, Kink Convention, Queer Themes (more tags on AO3)
💔 Summary 💔
It’s been well over a decade since Bucky moved to the west coast in search of different opportunities. He left his old life in New York behind, and even though staring from scratch sucks balls, he made it work. The leather and kink community opened their arms to him and he was reborn.
Then years later, he's offered to help out an established kink festival. The problem? It's on the other coast. But he's a professional dom, and he's not one to betray the community that got him here today.
What he hadn't expected, however, was running into an ex on the day of preparations.
His old sub.
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