#daddy steve and baby bucky and daddy james and stevie baby

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Part 2!

James winced as he watched his lover arch his back so far it popped loudly in the quiet of the hotel room. The younger man had been hunched over his laptop for the better part of three hours, barely moving, and now he was paying the price.

“C’mere, baby,” James held out a hand from where he was currently supine on the bed. “lemme give a back rub, that sounded like it hurt.”

Steve murmured in agreement and eagerly crawled up the bed, tossing his shirt aside before sprawling on his front, pillow tucked under his chin. James swung a leg over narrow hip and began pressing down on Steve’s spine with just enough pressure to make the column crackle softly. Steve moaned happily, melting further into the mattress.

“Feel good?”

“Mm’yeah.”

“Did you have a good day, baby?”

Steve nodded again, eyes closed, skin warming under James’ touch. He was tired enough that he didn’t fight the gentle drift of cotton candy flowing into his brain. James almost let it happen, let Steve fall under, so sweet and soft and perfect...

But they needed to talk about today. And the possibilities for the future. He leaned in close and pressed a gentle kiss to Steve’s cheek. “Open your eyes, sweetheart,” he urged softly. “I wanna talk to you about something.”

Steve grumbled out a protest, burying his face in the pillow he held close.

“I promise I’ll finish the massage as soon as we’re done talking,” James chuckled, shifting off his lover, making him grumble again. “Please, Stevie?”

After a few more noises of displeasure and some unhappy squirming, Steve finally rolled onto his side and glared at James. “What?”

James gave a sharp look of reprimand, and Steve immediately dropped his eyes in apology.

“What did you think of meeting Mr. Rogers and Bucky today?” James asked, relenting his gaze.

Steve blinked in surprise, but rallied quickly. “They seem nice,” he said, fingers absently working one of the corners of the pillow. “Mr. Rogers is kinda intimidating, like you were at the start. His smile is kind, though. And Bucky loves him, and Bucky’s cool, so Mr. Rogers must be, too. And he’s your friend. That means I can trust him, right? You’re picky with your friends.”

“So you like them?”

“I mean...as much as I can with how little I know them?”

James nodded in concession. “That’s fair. One meeting isn’t enough to get a full read on someone. But you said you could trust Mr. Rogers because I trust him, right?”

Steve’s eyes narrowed, sensing a trap. “Yeeees?”

“And you liked Bucky, right?”

“He’s cool, like I said. Funny, quick, snarky...”

“With bedroom eyes and cock-sucker lips?”

Steve choked on his spit, face flaming, “James! I-- You--!”

James hushed him quickly, pulled Steve into his arms and stroking his hair and back. “Breathe, baby. It’s okay. Bucky is Mr. Rogers’, just like you’re mine. He’s a pampered, spoiled, loved baby boy, just like you are. And Mr. Rogers is a Daddy, just like I am. But there’s a part of you that knew that, isn’t there?”

Steve struggled in James’ hold for a moment, before relenting and nodding. “Yes, Daddy,” he whispered.

James nodded as well, unseen but felt against the top of Steve’s head. “And both Mr. Rogers and I can see and appreciate each other’s boys, because we love them so much. We like bragging and showing off. Okay?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“But boys can also appreciate each other. I know you think Bucky is pretty, because I know you. I know you think his lips are beautiful, and I know you think his body is attractive. I know you wanted to touch him and kiss him. Because you’re my baby boy, and I see those same things on your face when you look at me. And that is so very much okay.”

Steve raised his head, eyes bright and little scared. “Really? You’re not mad at me?”

James smiled and dipped his head for a kiss. “Not at all, baby. Wanna know why?”

“W-why?”

James dropped his voice to a playful whisper, “Because Bucky wanted to touch and kiss you, too.”

The older man couldn’t help the clench in his heart at the hopeful and wary look in Steve’s eyes. His boy still had trouble believing he was attractive and desirable. “Really? H-how do you know?”

“Because Mr. Rogers knows his boy just as well as I know mine, and he told me. And he’s as happy as I am about it.”

Now Steve was truly confused. “You’re happy? He’s happy? Why? I don’t want him to think I wanna steal his boyfriend!”

“He doesn’t think that at all, baby, I swear,” James quickly assured. “And neither do I. We’re happy because it’s really nice to know that our lovers know a good thing when they see it, just like we do. And that there’s a good chance of everyone getting along, which is always nice in a friend group, right?”

Steve nodded slowly, settling back against James’ chest.

“It also opens up opportunities for us Daddies to show off a little bit. And for you boys to explore safely, if that’s what you want.”

Steve’s eyes narrowed again. “Explore what?”

A smile tugged at James’ lips, but he quickly stifled it. Damn, his Stevie was so fuckin’ smart. He schooled his face into something serious, because this was serious. “First and foremost, before anything else, I need you to know you have every single right to refuse, say no, back out, change your mind, and demand it never be brought up again. Everything I’m about to say is purely hypothetical and entirely academic if that’s what you want. I’m merely placing an opportunity in front of you, for you to do what you want with. Clear?”

Stevie, bless his beautiful blond head, really did think about it, his brows crumpling slightly, and his eyes staring at a point on James’ chest. After several minutes, he looked up and nodded, once. “I understand,” he said clearly. James rewarded him with a kiss, sighing happily as Steve opened so easily beneath him. They both pulled away slowly and smiled.

James nestled Steve back to his chest, tempted to slot a thigh between Steve’s, but dismissing the idea as coercive in the current situation. He didn’t want anything swaying Steve’s choice. Not pleasure, not pressure, not fear...none of it. So he simply held Steve close and stroked a hand up and down his spine.

“The opportunity that I’m talking about,” he began, feeling Steve’s head tilt just enough to show he was listening, “is a chance for you to experience pleasure and enjoyment with someone who is of the same mindset as you. Not submitting to a Dom or a Daddy, but playing and having fun with another boy. Equal footing, with no power in play, except from the outside.”

Steve’s head tilted further, “What do you mean, ‘from the outside’?”

“Both Mr. Rogers and I would be present, but not participating. We’ll be there as guardians, for the most part. Making sure that neither of our boys are pushing or being pushed, just having fun and enjoying each other. We know our boys best, and we want to make sure that such an experience, if it were to happen, is pleasurable for everyone. I would be there to make sure that you are safe and comfortable, and keeping an eye on your headspace, and Mr. Rogers would be doing the same for Bucky.”

Steve was silent for a long time. James kept stroking his back, letting the younger man process everything he’d said. It was a lot to take in, and he was pleased that Steve wasn’t trying to give an immediate answer.

His question, when it came, nearly broke James’ heart.

“Do...,” Steve’s whole frame shuddered as he swallowed, “do you really think Bucky wanted to touch me, and k-kiss me? Like I wanted...want, to do with him?”

James was so, so tempted to show his sweet, shy, uncertain lover the text that remained open on his phone, but he wanted to keep this as unbiased as possible. “I really do. Mr. Rogers would never lie to me, and Bucky would never lie to him.”

“You’ll be there the whole time?”

“Every single second,” James promised, pressing a kiss to Steve’s hair.

Steve started to tremble. “I can change my mind?”

“At any point before, during, or even after. Just like Bucky, Mr. Rogers, or I can. Everyone has to want to be there, or no one will be there.”

“You’ll...,” Steve’s voice dropped to a reedy whisper, “you’ll still love me?”

“Oh, Stevie,” James crushed his boy even closer to his chest, cupping the back of his head and throwing his leg over the smaller man’s hip. “Absolutely nothing about this will make me love you even an iota less. Nothing. You are my lover, my boyfriend, my partner, my best friend, and my sweet, amazing baby boy. I’ll be holding you before anything happens, and holding you even tighter when it’s all done. I love you, and I want you to experience every kind of pleasure I can think of. This just happens to be one of them, and all it’ll take to make it happen or not is a single word from you. My love is not conditional to your answer. You’re stuck with me. Forever.”

Steve choked out a strained giggle, but his trembling slowly abated. Burrowing impossibly closer, he nuzzled under James’ chin and released all his tension in a deep and heavy sigh.

“I think...,” he said at last, pulling James from a slight doze. “I think...I do wanna play. With Bucky. He’s...he’s really pretty, and...I feel like I could—I could learn from him. He seems really happy to be Mr. Rogers’ boy, and I like his energy. Playing with him feels like it would be a lot of fun and feel really good. And,” James could feel the heat of Steve’s blush against his throat, “Mr. Rogers is very handsome. I want him to know that you have a good boy, too. I want to make you proud of me.”

“Sweetheart, I am already so, so incredibly proud of you,” James assured. “You’ve got nothing to prove to anyone. Mr. Rogers will only let you play with his boy because he already knows how good you are. Our babies only deserve the best, after all. And the fact that we get to show both of you off to the other is just icing on an absolutely delicious cake.”

Steve giggled again and lifted his face, asking for a kiss. James happily obliged, and the room filled with the sounds of loud breathing, soft moans, and clashing lips.

-

Much, much later, hours after the promised back-rub, which happened after the impromptu romp they had, James picked up his phone.

To: Rogers—Stevie said yes. Same place and time as today for negotiations? Thursday?

The response was quick.

From: Rogers—We’ll be there.

here is part 1

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ummm that gifset u reblogged gave me ideas, the head scratching?? oops now im thinking of mama ks stevie baby getting scritched just like that... (except hes kneeling down and his chin is lying on his daddys lap, eyes closed breathing deeply trying not to squirm 😳)

assumedly related to this gif set of Chris and Scarlett

@howdoyousleep3

Head 👏🏻 Scratches 👏🏻

And Baby Stevie relaxing until ohh, wait, that feels nice?

Why does it feel so nice?

Why does kneeling at Daddy's feet, getting his freshly cut hair stroked feel so good? Why does it kind of feel like being Daddy's pet as well as being pet by Daddy--why does the thought of being Daddy's pet sound so good and why is it making him so docile and wanting to obey? Where did all his fight go? Huh? What? What is happening to him?!

And how come James cooing at him--rumbling, lookit you, sweet boyyy, soaking up th'attention, ain't'cha?--make him feel all heavy and slow and... sweet all of the sudden when normally it'd make the fight boil up inside him?

Who is he?

Is he James' like this-?

Is he Daddy's?

He... he, uh, likes the thought of being Daddy's sweet boy and always feeling nice like this, being pet, being talked to, and being taken care of 😳

#asks #howdoyousleep3 #steve rogers #bucky barnes #stucky #stevie baby #daddy james

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Hi, for the bingo thingy, can you use “Can you stay?” for a chapter 3 of the Co-parenting ex husband Bucky fic? 😜🙈 (if you turn that into a sad ending again, I’ll ugly cry. 😅😘)

the wait is finally oveeerrr. I didn't expect to write this but it quickly turned into my favorite piece! Thank you for the love (especially after I wrote two sad parts loooolll)

Here it is! and you can find Pt 1 Here and Pt 2 here!

*Gif by @rainbowkisses31

(Y/n) crossed her arms and leaned her head back on the wall, waiting for the principal’s door to open. She couldn’t believe this, Peanut was in kindergarten for fucks sake! How was the principal already calling her in. A couple of teachers had given (Y/n) a heads up, to control the situation before it exploded. 

So, a week ago (Y/n) and Bucky had to have the talk with their five-year-old daughter. Not the birds and the bees, the whole: Your dad is an ex-assassin called the Winter Soldier, he was actually born in 1917 and the whole vibranium arm thing. 

Bucky sat Peanut in front of them. “P, I’m going to tell you something but you have to pay attention okay?”

Her big blue eyes turned into marbles and she nodded her head. 

“You didn’t do anything wrong baby,” (Y/n) assured. “We just need to talk about something that happened to Daddy because we want you to know it from us okay?”

“Where do I begin?” Bucky sighed, he never thought the most difficult person to explain this to would be a child. His child. Bucky never thought he would be able to have a child in the first place. He felt (Y/n)’s hand rub circles on his back and he relaxed into her touch. 

Bucky had warned her about this, how the Winter Soldier would always shadow him. Looming in the darkness. But (Y/n) had said she didn’t care, that their children together would understand what happened and the rest of the world can process it however they wanted to. And here she was, carrying out her end of the deal. 

“I was born a long time ago Peanut.” Bucky started.

P bursted into laughter. “I know that, silly goose. You have white hair! Like the pictures you show me of Uncle Stevie!”

(Y/n) bit the inside of her cheek to hide her laugh but she ended up having to hide behind Bucky as to not incite their daughter’s roasts.

“This is going well.” Bucky muttered.

“You don’t look like Steve, I promise.” She assured, running her fingers through the short hair on the back of his head. “Plus, I like your hair like this. Salt and pepper suits you.” 

But now, a week later, the two of them were called into the principal’s office. The glass door opened. 

“Good morning, thank you for coming.” He told (Y/n). “Should we wait for Mr. Barnes?”

“He won’t be joining us today.” She said in automatic but as she was walking into the principal’s office, a huffing Bucky came into view.

“Sorry I’m late.” Bucky took a deep breath, taking off his leather jacket and placing it behind one of the two chairs in front of the principal’s desk. He took the chair next to him out for (Y/n) to sit in before sitting down himself. 

“I know the two of you are very busy but this issue with your daughter needs to be fixed.” The principal started. “As you know, we are a very private school and we can assure you we’re talking to Billy’s parents as well.”

“Yesterday, Billy told your daughter that he knew who her father was.” The principal continued, making Bucky look down at the floor. “Billy’s older brother told him and showed him some videos on the internet.”

(Y/n) grew angry. “If this is Billy’s fault, then why are we here. James and I talked to you before P came to this school and you assured us it wouldn’t be a problem. We spend a lot of money on this school for this to suddenly become a problem.”

“The problem is that after this, your daughter threatened Billy. She said,” The principal took a look at the paper in front of him, a teacher’s report. “If you know who my dad is then you know you shouldn’t talk to me like that. When I tell him about you, he will squish you with his metal arm.” 

(Y/n) jaw dropped. Oh my god. 

She turned around to look at Bucky but he didn’t have the reaction she wanted. He sat there with a smug smile on his face and his arms crossed. 

“She’s defending herself.” Bucky shrugged and (Y/n) covered her face with her hands.

“You can’t just say that!” She laughed, they decided to get some coffee after the meeting with P’s principal. 

“Why not?” Bucky smiled. “I’m not going to tell off P just because of that stupid kid Billy who by the way, I would squish with my arm.”

“Good to know you’d turn Winter Soldier at the blink of Peanut’s eyes.” She rolled her eyes. 

“She’s my little girl! What else am I supposed to do?” 

“Something along the lines of: Peanut you can’t threaten people.” (Y/n) said, she didn’t think she would have to be explaining why threatening people is wrong to a hundred-year-old man. 

“I’m not going to tell her not to defend herself.” Bucky said. “She’s gutsy and headstrong, P takes after her mother.”

(Y/n) rolled her eyes. “I’m not headstrong.”

Bucky stopped in his tracks, taking (Y/n)’s shoulders in his hands and making her look at him. “I didn’t mean it like that, like it’s a bad thing- I love that about you. It was one of the things that drew me into you.” 

A smile developed on (Y/n)’s lips. “Who knew P’s heroic stunt would turn into a compliment shower. Not that I’m complaining.”

Bucky sipped his coffee, tucking her body under his arm and bringing (Y/n) flush to his side. “You want more? Let’s see, you’re insanely witty, you have a beautifully complex mind, you’re extremely hot and you have a thing for older men- which I much appreciate.”

She laughed, burring her face in his chest. It felt so familiar, it felt like home.

- 

It was two am when she heard the shriek. (Y/n) jumped out of bed and opened her bedroom door, trying to find Peanut. The moonlit stairs looked like a crime scene. Blood dripped from step to step all the way to the bottom, where Peanut lay screaming bloody murder.

She raced down the stairs and held her daughter in her arms.

“Mommy it hurts.” Peanut cried, bringing her hand up to a gash on her forehead. 

“I know it hurts baby, I know.” Tears flooded (Y/n)’s eyes but she couldn’t break, not in front of her bleeding daughter. “It’s okay P, I’m going to take you to the hospital okay?”

(Y/n) grabbed the first coat she could find in the closet and the nearest pair of shoes, she rushed to strap P on her car seat and drove to the hospital. 

Ring, ring. 

“Please answer Bucky, please.” (Y/n) had called her ex-husband from the car. 

“Hello?” Bucky’s raspy and sleep filled voice answered.

“Buck?” (Y/n)’s voice cracked, making Bucky sit up straight in bed in a second. “Something’s happened with Peanut, we’re on our way to the hospital.”

“I’ll be there in five.” Was all he said. 

(Y/n) paced outside the room, she could see her daughter sleeping on the white hospital bed through the cracks in the curtains. 

Two hands gripped her shoulders, one cold and one warm, making her eyes shoot up from the floor. 

“What happened?” Bucky asked, peeking into the room. 

“I don’t know what she was trying to do Buck- she got up in the middle of the night and somehow. I don’t know, she fell down the stairs and cut her forehead open.” (Y/n) spoke quickly, like if she processed the words she was speaking she would break. “She said something about wanting to sleep with the doll you brought from Wakanda- I don’t know.”

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. Peanut is fine.” Bucky tried to soothe her. 

(Y/n) clenched her fists at her side and bit her cheek. Anything to stop her from crying. “If I hadn’t forgotten the stupid doll-“

Bucky took her face in his hands. “This was an accident, it’s no one’s fault.”

(Y/n) slowly nodded, trying to blink away the tears. 

Bucky’s eyes furrowed. “Doll, darling, look at me. I’m going to need you to say that. You know it was an accident right?”

“It was an accident.” She whispered, the pain becoming unbearable.

Bucky wrapped his arms around her, bringing her as close to him as possible. “You’re okay, everything’s going to be fine. I’m here, I’m here for you, for as long as you want me to be.”

That was it, what she needed to hear to break down. To be vulnerable. To know someone would be there to catch her if she fell. 

(Y/n) sobbed into Bucky’s chest for what felt like hours. And he was there, rubbing her back soothingly and whispering kind words into her ear. 

It was well into the evening the next day when Peanut was finally given the all clear from her doctors. Three stitches and an ankle sprain later, she was tucked into bed. 

“I need you to promise me you will never ever do that again.” Bucky brought the comforter up as he tucked Peanut in. 

“Promise daddy.” She smiled. “You wanna know something cool?”

“What’s that?” Bucky ran his finger against her cheek. 

Peanut sat up and pulled Bucky’s cap sleeve up to his shoulder. “Daddy and P are gonna match.”

Bucky’s eyes swelled with tears as he saw his little girl’s tiny hand rub against the scarred skin on his left shoulder. It was like all the pain and suffering suddenly turned into something good. With six simple words, Peanut made everything worth it.

“We sure are.” Bucky lips turned upwards. 

“She looks so peaceful, you wouldn’t imagine she’s a little tornado once those pretty eyes open.” Bucky chuckled lightly as he closed his daughter’s bedroom door. 

“We’ve been amazing parents for the past 24 hours, could I interest you in a glass of cheap wine that will definitely give us a headache tomorrow?” (Y/n) smiled. 

“You read my mind.” Bucky leaned his head back with closed eyes, he grabbed the baby monitor from the hallway credenza. “How about you go outside and I’ll bring everything out. You deserve a break.”

And what a break he gave (Y/n). Bucky just about held the glass of wine to her lips. He brought out the drinks, some snacks and started by bringing her legs closer to him. Massaging her tired calves. 

“I still remember when we bought the house.” Bucky hummed. “And now it’s been what- six years?”

“Do you remember when we wanted to buy that new build? Everything was so white and sterile.” (Y/n) laughed. “But as soon as I found this house, I knew it was the one.”

“Excuse me?” Bucky laughed, eyebrows raised. “If I remember correctly, I was the one who found the house. You were sad thinking we hadn’t found a home, and I was the one who begged you to come and see it.”

(Y/n)’s happy smile dimmed. “We were so happy when we first moved in, what happened?”

“I took you for granted.” Bucky sighed. “That’s what happened.”

“After Steve left, I think I just stopped wanting anything. Work seemed boring, life at home was scary, taking care of P was terrifying for me. For years I thought I would be alone in this world and then suddenly, you came and gave me more love than I deserved. Gave me a beautiful daughter.” Bucky opened his heart. “And instead of working on myself I decided to just stop, stop trying. And it was selfish of me to think that you would just ride along with me even though I did everything to push you away. I never wanted you to think I didn’t love you, God do I love you. Sometimes I’m truly scared of what I feel because I love you so much it hurts. It pains me to have had you and lost you.”

Bucky tried to get out a strong voice but it cracked. “And I’ll live the rest of my life loving you and regretting having lost you. Sometimes, I think it’s a form of Karma. Like the gods above don’t know every wrong thing I did wasn’t me so now I have to live with this deep regret. The kind that settles into your bones.”

“Buck-“ (Y/n) tried to comfort him.

“No,” He shook his head. “you’re too sweet for your own good and you’ll try and tell me it’s not my fault. But it is. I’m not telling you this so you have pity on me, I just want you to know that I fucked up. You were perfect and amazing and I didn’t know what to do with something so delicate.”

“And I’m saying this just so you know that I’ll always be here for you. I’ll always love you.” 

(Y/n) couldn’t take it anymore. She crashed her lips onto his. A kiss that would explain everything she felt. All the anger, all the sadness and especially all the love. A kiss that says: I love you too.

She rested her forehead against his, her breath shallow. “Can you stay?”

“Stay tonight?” He asked, his voice pained. 

“Please stay forever.” She whispered. 

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Bucky's a Pretty Boy

“I’m getting so fat eating all this modern food... already ugly enough with my scars an’ stuff...” He said it quiet enough Steve shouldn’t be able to hear but of course Steve did hear him. Now He's here. Getting taken apart because well Bucky is too pretty.

“I’m pretty! I’m pretty, I’m sorry I’m sorry. fuh- Fuck! Yesss yes yes yes Stevie please!”

Bucky was currently crying and sobbing on Steve’s lap with the largest vibrating plug pressing right up against his prostate. He had on a extremely over sized hoodie (it went almost past his knees) and that’s it. Steve was still wearing his lounge clothes, a loose fitting t-shirt and a comfy pair of sweatpants.

It all started when Bucky said “I’m getting so fat eating all this modern food... already ugly enough with my scars an’ stuff...” He said it quiet enough Steve shouldn’t be able to hear but of course Steve did hear him. Bucky was moping and kept pulling his shirt away from his chest and stomach. He still had on his boxers but no pants then.

When he went and sat next to Steve on their couch Steve hauled him into his lap. “Baby, you remember when we talked about saying mean things?”

“Yeah...”

“Remember when we talked about how we should never talk badly about ourselves, especially not about the way we look?”

“yeah... ‘m sorry” Bucky didn’t look Steve in the eyes but cuddled closely to the man.

“It’s okay sweetheart. We all have slip ups but you know what I want? Can you guess?”

“I dunno... daddy gonna tell me?”

“Oh there it is. Just what I want. I wanna show my pretty boy just how perfect I think he is.”

Now they’re here. Steve kissing Bucky’s face and whispering things to him.

“I know, I know, poor baby. Daddy’s so mean, I know. But we can’t having our pretty baby saying such mean things ‘bout himself, now can we? No no no we can’t.” Steve rubbed Bucky’s back and rocked him back and forth. Bucky sobbed and held on impossibly tight onto the blonde.

“Dadd-daddy gunna cum! Pleassse daddy gonna cum! I’m pretty! I love you i love you iloveyouiloveyouiloveyou” Bucky was practically vibrating himself. Steve knew Buck was on the edge.

“Okay Buck, you can cum. Be good for me and cum.”

Just like that Bucky was gone. A scream a minute or two of shaking and then Steve had a two hundred pound ex-assassin limp in his arms.

Steve turned the toy off and slipped it out of Bucky’s loose and limp body. He hauled the brunette up and laid him down in their bed and grabbed a few wet wipes. Clean-ish and fucked out Bucky laid there.

“So pretty. My baby. My best guy.” Steve whispered to himself before bending down to kiss Bucky’s forehead.

“Love you James Buchanan Barnes.”

“love you too Stevie”

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[imaginativeavengers]

Hello!

So we know Steve calls reader bunny and Bucky calls her doll, what pet name does she have for them?

For Bucky: Buck, James, Jamie, Babe, The Boss, My Grumpy Boyfriend, My Boyfriends Boyfriend (that works for Steve and Bucky though), Daddy, Grumpy Daddy

For Steve: Stevie, Steven, Steven Grant Rogers, Rogers, Baby, Bub, Nice Daddy, Daddy, My Sweet Boyfriend, Softie

[bentobarnes]

⤿ word count : 1k

⤿ requested by anon (thank you!) : you come back with a gift but your kids get to it before you have given it to him. now he has to explain to them the sex tokens... in a kids way...

warnings : sex tokens (hand job, hot wax, just the tip, shower sex, start with porn, morning sex, eat me), implied smut, tons of fluff

*feedback is appreciated. please reblog so it can reach more people♡

You were just entering your house as you got home from the post office. You were informed this morning that your Etsy purchase has been delivered.

It was something small that you wanted to give Bucky for Valentine's day. Knowing that he will love it, you were too excited to show it to him and try the stuff from it.

Little did you forget were your two young kids who were just starting to explore the world, constantly asking questions. When they saw you entering the house, they quickly rushed to you.

"Mommy! What are you bringing!" Your little girl jumped around. "Is this a present?" She giggly asked, and before you know it, she took the wooden box from your hands.

"Missy, it's impolite to take other's personal things! You won't be happy if I get your toys like this, right?" You softly educated her, and she shyly smiled, giving you the box back.

"Is this a gift for daddy, mom?" Your boy asked. He was a bit more locked in himself than his sister. While her brother was a chill, relaxed kid, she was like a hurricane.

"Yes, baby. You wanna go and give it to him?" They both nodded rapidly. You chuckled knowing that Bucky probably had to explain to them what was in the wooden box.

Finding yourself in the kitchen where Bucky was washing the dishes, your two little kids rushed to him, hugging his legs.

"Daddy! Daddy! Mom has a gift for you!" Becca cooed, looking up from his legs and meeting his loving smile.

"Is that right, babies? Let's see what she got for daddy!" He took their hands and walked to you, placing a quick kiss against your cheek before sitting on the carpet.

"Happy Valentine's day, honey!" You announced, giving him the small wooden box.

"Happy Valentine's day, love of my life!" James took the wooden box and opened it, only to find heart-shipped tokens in it.

Before he realise it, Becca had already grabbed one, asking what does it say.

Bucky took it from her hand to read it but he wasn't expecting the text to be soo... sex related. His cheeks flushed red as he was thinking of another way to explain it.

The token said "Hand job".

"Well babies, this is a game and you have to take a token as you did, Bec, and you have to do that thing which is written on here." He showed her the text. "And this one says that I and your mom have to hold hands."

You giggled your cheeks as red as his. You couldn't help but think if they find those tokens one day when they are older and already know what those things mean. They would probably stop calling you parents.

"Awwwh that's cute! You do it all the time though!" Stevie exclaimed making you and Bucky laugh. Technically he was right for both things, the pure one and the... not soo pure one. But he was still a young boy to understand.

Becca took two more tokens and gave one to Steve. Bucky took Steve's one.

Hot wax

"Oh look at this one! It says that daddy has to light some candles for mom!" Bucky chuckled, looking at you.

"Like in a romantic dinner?" Becca asked with a wide smile.

"Yes, that's right!" You entered. "Daddy owns me a dinner!" The kids nodded in agreement, looking at Bucky with judgy eyes just in case he doesn't take you on a dinner.

Then Bucky took Becca's one.

Just the tip

"Ha! You got a good one, Bec! Yours says that your mom should give me a tip!" Both you and James laughed, knowing damn well what it truly means.

"Ohh it's probably for the dinner!" Stevie connected the dots.

"My smart boy!" You ran your fingers through his hair and he pressed his head even more onto your hand. He definitely had a huge contrast from his sister, who was more of a daddy's girl.

Steve took four, two for him and two for his sister. Bucky took Becca's in his left hand and Steve's one in his other.

"Shower sex" and "Start with porn"

"Okay, so Becca your first one says that I should run your mom a bath! That's really cute, isn't it?" He asked softly, trying not to laugh too hard. He actually couldn't wait to do the real things with you.

"Yes! You can add flowers!" She exclaimed and shook her fists under her chin.

"That's a good idea, baby! Mommy loves red roses, doesn't she?" Bucky offered you a dreamy smile, your eyes sparkling from love. "And yours Stevie says that we should watch a movie together! Which reminds me that it's late for you both to be up so I'm telling you your last ones and you go to bed, okay?" Bucky instructed and they nodded in agreement.

"Eat me" and "Morning sex"

"Awwwh look at this one, Stevie! It says that I should make breakfast! Maybe waffles for tomorrow!" Bucky giggled and it was followed by two 'yayy'.

"And the last for tonight, Bec... Okay, that's sweet. I need to sing to your mom in the morning!" They all laughed loudly. "Okay, now it's time to go to bed!"

After Becca and Stevie were finally settled in their beds, you were lying in the bedroom waiting for Bucky to come back from Becca's room.

The door creaked open and soon the mattress dropped under the weight of the super-soldier next to you. It didn't take long for his body to tower yours, his plump lips kissing down your throat.

"How does giving you the tip for tonight sound, huh?" He groaned against the soft skin of your throat as you tried to hold back moans.

"You better give it to me immediately." You whimpered as his hands traveled down through your stomach and reached your clothed core.

"Soo greedy..." He muttered against your lips before giving you the tip. It was definitely going to be a "playful" month.

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[earlgreydream]

return.

| bucky x reader | angst | fluff |

bucky drabbles 🥺❤️

anon requested. y/n learning she’s pregnant and girly was pretty excited and counting the days until Bucky comes home... only to learn that 40s Bucky is now “dead” after falling off the train

cw: mentions of death (Bucky’s, but like, he obviously didn’t actually die)

1940’s:

“We’re going to have a little girl, and she’s going to know that her daddy is a soldier and a hero,” you kissed your husband, and his hands rested on your round belly.

“I wish I wasn’t leaving you alone, pregnant.”

“It’s okay, baby. You’re going to fight the good fight,” you smiled, trying not to cry.

“I’ll be home soon.”

“I know.”

present day:

Nothing prepared you for hearing that Bucky died in a train accident. Nothing prepared you for waking up with Steve, decades later, still pregnant. And certainly nothing prepared you for seeing your husband that you thought was dead, killing people on the news. 

Now your daughter, Rebecca, was five, and the two of you lived at Stark’s home in upstate New York. You were a single mom, but Steve was hugely supportive, and around as often as possible. You loved Rebecca with everything inside of you, and it broke your heart that she was growing up without a father.

Seeing the havoc that Bucky wreaked on the news absolutely broke your heart. You wondered if he knew you were alive. It was unlikely, Stark had done a good job of helping you hide. The man who was once your husband was gone, and now you were a potential target of his violence.

“Rebecca, baby, you look so beautiful!” You giggled, braiding flowers into her brown curls. 

“Thanks, mama,” she hugged you before running out to the porch. You followed, and you nearly collapsed when you saw the man walking up your lawn. 

“Rebecca! Come here, love!” You cried, pulling her behind you. Her tiny hands gripped your skirt, hiding in the fabric. Panic shot through your chest, and you felt like you were being torn apart. You wanted to run to James, and risk it being the last thing you ever did, and wanting to run with your daughter.

“Mama, who’s that?!” Rebecca asked, frightened by James in heavy black tactical gear, a metal arm, and an automatic slung over his back. The war criminal, assassin, and international terrorist. 

“Go inside baby, go to your bedroom and shut the door. Go!” You pushed her away and she ran. 

“James...?” You called, your chest heaving as you hyperventilated. 

“Y/N, my love...” he spoke, silver eyes full of pain. He looked genuinely frightened, and you nearly screamed as his hand touched yours. 

“Mama!” 

“No, go inside, Rebecca!” you started to sob, tearing away from Bucky and running to her as she peeked out of the door. You were terrified, and so was she. Bucky’s words had sent you right back to the 1940s, but your daughter’s cry had jerked you back to reality. 

You held the child to your body, standing with your arms around her. Your back was against the wall, and you were shaking as tears rolled down your face. Bucky looked startled, and his eyes were massive as he stared at the two of you. 

“Y/N, I’m not going to hurt you,” James said quietly, and you shook your head violently. 

“I don’t believe you!”

“You know I would never hurt you. I was being controlled and held captive, but I escaped, I’m free. I promise I will not hurt you,” he took the gun off of his back and set it down on the other side of the porch. He dropped to his knees in front of you. 

“Please, can I come inside? SWAT will gun me down if they see me outside.”

“I can’t-”

“Please, Y/N.”

Rebecca was safely asleep in your bedroom with the door shut, and you and James stood in the kitchen. He’d spent hours telling you about Hydra, and everything that had happened. You had his gun, though somehow you doubted if you could stop him, even with it, if he meant to hurt you. 

“I’m so sorry. I’m begging you to believe me.”

“I have to. The alternative... I’d rather die,” you whispered, covering your face with your hands. 

“Is she mine? Rebecca?”

“Rebecca is my baby,” your head jerked up.

James was silent, and you bit your lip, trying to stop the millionth round of tears. 

“I want to believe you, I do, but if you’re lying, it’s not just me. It’s my kid too.”

“You have no reason to trust me, but I promise you I am telling the truth. I want to meet her, Y/N.”

“Sleep on the couch. If we’re all still alive in the morning, I’ll let you meet her. Steve has some normal clothes here you can change into.”

He nodded, and his hand wrapped around your wrist as you went to leave the kitchen. You turned to him, your other hand going to his chest. His dog tags were cold under your fingertips, and you gazed up at him. 

“I’ve loved you this whole time. You’ve kept me alive,” he whispered in the dark.

“I love you, god, I love you more than life,” your voice trembled.

He leaned in and kissed you, hesitant at first. You let yourself kiss him back, tangling your fingers into dark brown hair and kissing the love of your life for the first time in decades. 

You didn’t sleep that night, Rebecca tightly snuggled in your arms. Your eyes were still open when the sun broke over the horizon, hours of tears staining your cheeks. Rebecca stirred in your arms, and you cleaned your face before helping her get up. 

You kissed her head and took her into the living room, carrying her in your arms. You sighed when you saw Bucky was gone but you heard a noise from around the wall. You walked to the kitchen, and saw Bucky well into making pancakes, fresh coffee filling the room with the smell of espresso. 

“I hope it’s alright,” he said quietly, turning off the stove, and you nodded.

“It’s okay,” you answered, carefully setting down your daughter.

“This is Rebecca. My love, this is James. Your father.” 

“Dad? From the pictures? That Uncle Stevie tells me about?” Her small voice asked.

“That’s me. You’re so pretty, Rebecca.” 

Bucky knelt down in front of her, and she blushed, shy around new people. Like her father.

“Do you like pancakes? I made some for you.”

You watched carefully, but you were impressed with how good he was, putting her immediately at ease. You relaxed a bit, even more so when Steve showed up. 

“Uncle Stevie!” Rebecca ran to him when he came in through the door, and he stopped short at the sight of Bucky. You’d warned him, but it didn’t prepare him for the shock of actually seeing him. 

“We have a lot to talk about.” 

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[slutfornat]

Jealousy / b.b

Summary: after flirting with steve at tony's party, you are in for one hell of a night.

Warnings: smut, jealous!bucky, praise kink, thigh riding, degradation, daddy kink, innocence kink, light breeding kink.

You didn't realise what would happen when you flirted with steve. Obviously, it was to get bucky's attention but you never thought he would edge you so much. It had been ten minutes since you began riding his thigh, his nails digging into your thighs.

"M' sorry, daddy, please let me cum" you beg, on the verge of tears, "I'll be a good girl for you". Smirking, bucky said "wait, doll and then maybe you can. Colour?"

"Green, please, daddy, I've been good" you whimper out once more as he continues to ignore your begs, making you move more. James' grip left your sides, moving to grab your hair and pulling it back causing slight pain.

"But have you been good, doll? Flirting with stevie, teasing your daddy, being reckless" he lists, "but I suppose you can have some pleasure, whore."

"Come on, get yourself off on my thigh like the little slut you are" bucky growled into your ear. Shivers went up your spine as you begin moving once again and you know bucky can feel you dripping.

Despite always liking to be praised, something about being degraded turns you on a lot and makes your knees go weak. At the pleasure, you let out a moan and know that you're close.

Your climax is getting closer and a string of whimpers escape your lips as you come on bucky's thigh. "Aw is my doll coming? Such a good girl, aren't you?" James asks, his thumb rubbing your face lightly.

"M' your good girl, daddy" you say, now smiling shyly but bucky isn't taking that and says as he picks you up, "yes, baby girl, and now m' gonna fill you up, okay, doll?"

You nod earnestly, and bucky growls, pushing you down on your bed as his lips move along your collarbone. You moaning in ecstasy at the feelings of pure joy.

"Such a perfect little doll, aren't you?" James ask, you begging for more, "act so innocent but you're not, are you, little girl? Always pretending like your not down on your knees for me, maybe we should change that."

You go to nod once more but this time, bucky doesn't let you, saying "come on, don't be all quiet for me now, doll. M' gonna give you what you want."

"Please, daddy" you manage out. Bucky holds back a growls, smirking and saying "good girl, colour, doll?"

Slightly dizzy from the ecstasy, "green, daddy, please, fill me". "Alright, doll" James said, "you've been such a sweet little girl for me so I'll let you come now."

As he pulls off his clothes, you can't help but allow your fingers to wandering down before slipping into your warmth easily. Seeing your eyes close as you two fingers move, bucky pulla you back into reality by pressing his lips to yours.

You immediately remove your fingers, allowing bucky to lick up your sweetness. James groans, "so sweet, doll but to bad you were being a naughty little girl."

"Please, daddy. M' sorry, it won't happen again, I promise" you say. As he crawls over you body, pressing kisses here and there before he gets to you thighs.

"I'll let it slip, doll, but this is the only time" your daddy confirms before picking up your legs so he has better access. He looks up to you, saying as you squirm "stay still, I'm gonna taste you, baby girl."

His tongue dips into your folds and you lets out a whimper from the sensations as his tongue moves. Suddenly bucky pulls away and you look at him incredulously whilst he smirks, licking his lips.

"You taste so sweet, doll" bucky praises as you are mewling from the attention and praise before he once again kisses you. You pull him in deeper to the kiss as you taste yourself on him.

Grinning, James says "aww, my dumb baby like how she tastes. Don't worry you are gonna take all of me now". Just then you feel him nuzzle into your neck as he pushes in inch by inch.

Yoy whimper out, "you're too big though, daddy". He groaned, surrounded by your warmth, saying "but don't you wanna be a good girl for daddy?"

You nod earnestly, bucky saying "good girl, bet you want me to fill up this tight pussy, yeah? Make you drip with my cum as I use this pretty little body."

With your encouragement, he thrusts faster and you let out a string of moans and whimpers as he pounds into your delicate pussy, whispering all the dirty things he's gonna do to you.

"Please, cum in me, daddy" you beg as you reach your second high. "Okay, baby but first tell me what you are. What a dirty thing you are and how you beg for me to fuck a baby into you" he groaned, thrusting deeper.

"fu-fuck me please, daddy, I'm a dirty whore and need you to use me" you say, "please let me come". "Go on, doll, come around my cock like a good little slut" buck demanded.

And you do come, seeing stars as you feel a warmth fill your core and know he's there as well. James continues moving during your high though with less roughness as before.

As you lay there with your eyes closed, there you feel bucky move and pull you into his side. Neither of you say a thing just sit there enjoying the other's company.

Suddenly, bucky gets up and you look towards him as he says "hey, doll, do you want me to get you anything while I run you a bath?"

"I'm fine, just stay with me" you answer, smiling at him. "Okay, my doll" he answered.

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[potrix-the-queerschlaeger]

When you can’t decide between WinterIron and WinterFalcon, so.

Imagine Sam and Bucky getting together sometime after TFATWS. And Sam is Sam, he is an amazing guy (A Saint) and we love him, but he’s also just human. So he gets curious. And eventually he just has to ask.

Sam: So. You and Steve. Was there ever. Anything?

Bucky: Nah, man. Stevie? Straight as an arrow, that guy.

Sam: Oh, ok—

Bucky: But I let Stark rail me into oblivion for, like, half a dozen times. If that’s relevant?

And Sam’s mind is just about blown. But also.

Sam: But—but what about Pepper?

Bucky: They had some sort of understanding? Look, she actually called me and told me it was fine. And Stark’s hot, so. Like. Ya know?

And since Tony obviously survived Endgame (fight me), Sam kinda starts feeling like he has to compete with Bucky’s ex-something. Especially after a couple of months of watching Bucky whip out this black, limitless credit card every once in a while.

Bucky: Yeah, Tony gave me that, like. Almost ten years ago? Honestly, I think he just felt bad about the arm thing? And, let’s be real, his love language is acts of service. Guy doesn’t know how to use his words for shit.

And Sam doesn’t even really know how to respond apart from thinking: Holy shit, the love of my life is Tony Stark’s sugar baby??? And, eventually, he kinda mentions it to Tony, because it just comes up.

Sam: So. I guess you’re my boyfriend’s sugar daddy, huh?

Tony: ???

Sam: Look, I know you had a—a thing. And the credit card? I mean?

Tony: Oh, yeah, sure. Kind of forgot about that card, to be honest.

Sam: You. You forgot? About a limitless credit card? For close to a decade?

Tony: Oops?

And when Sam talks to Pepper about it, it’s just even more unhelpful.

Sam: So you have an open relationship?

Pepper: We’re just making it work, you know? And what we do have? It does work for us.

Sam: But. It it was never weird? Him and Bucky?

Pepper: Let me be frank. If James wasn’t as gay as the sun is bright, I would let that man literally ruin me.

Sam: ...you know, I do get that. Fair enough.

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[slothspaghettiwrites]

Welcome to my new and improved WIPs List! I will be doing my best to keep this up to date with things I'm currently working on and ideas that just won't leave me alone.

Updated: 24/07/2021

It's Incoming

🦥 Bucky Barnes Fics

Sun and Moon Ch. 7

🦥 It's a Match Fics

Steve Rogers

🦥 Lee Bodecker Fics

Yandere!Lee x Trans!Male!Reader (2 Parts)

🦥 Ransom Drysdale Fics

Sugar Baby!Ransom x Reader

🦥 Steve Rogers Fics

Psychiatric Help 5¢

🦥 Tony Stark Fics

THE BIG SAD

🦥 Lance Tucker Fics

Lance x Plus Size!Fem!Reader

🦥 Andy Barber Fics

Werewolf!Andy Barber

It's Dying a Slow Death in My Drafts

🦥 Lee Bodecker Fics

Lee x CP!Reader

🦥 Justin Capshaw

Journaling in Puppy Love

🦥 Ask/Requests

Soulmate Prompt Requests

Grumpy/Sunshine Prompt Requests

Bad Dragon Requests

Yandere Prompts

They Should Be Paying Me Rent

🦥 Kinktober 2021

🦥 Bucky Barnes Fics

Country!Bucky x Male!Reader

Chubby!Bucky x Reader feat world food

🦥 Stucky Fics

Wanted - Stucky x Soulmate!Reader

Trucker!Bucky x Waitress!Smol!Steve

WS!Bucky x 40s!Preserum!Steve

Serial Killer!Stucky x Detective!Reader

Mob!Bucky x Stripper!Steve

🦥 It’s a Match Fics

Sam Wilson

Tony Stark

Natasha Romanoff

Nathan Summers

Logan Howlett

Billy Russo

Deadpool/Wade Wilson

Hellboy

Johnny Blaze

Yondu

Bruce Banner

Frank Castle

Heimdall

Rocket Raccoon

🦥 Lee Bodecker Fics

Sub!Lee + Safewords in Suga'Bearverse

5+1 trope Lee calling you mommy in Suga'Bearverse

Exes to Lovers feat mutual infidelity

🦥 Ransom Drysdale Fics

Limited Edition

🦥 Steve Rogers Fics

Psychiatric Help 5¢

🦥 Tony Stark Fics

Sex Pollen in Sleepless in Stark Towers

🦥 Victor Creed Fics

Fight Club - One Shot

🦥 Jake Jensen Fics

Jake Jensen x Ghost!Reader part 2

🦥 Justin Capshaw

The Train to Hell feat Robert Pronge

Nerd!Justin x Jock!Johnny Storm

🦥 Ask/Requests

Strip club owner!Loki

detective!Thor x petty thief!Reader

Etta James all night long w/ Stephen Strange

best friends mom!Natasha + innocent!reader

Shy!Loki

Jewel Thief!Loki

Daddy!Bucky x Little!Stevie

Bathing w/ Zemo

Zemo x Reader - gloves/touch

Subby!Loki

Vampire!Sam Wilson

Tony Stark - Rope Bunny

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[random-fandom1]

So we all know that Bucky has cute pet names for Peter (Doll, Petey, Baby,etc) but what about Peters nicknames for Bucky?

I like to think that Peter, like me, would be very weary about pet names to begin with. Like what do you call the other person, what are they comfortable with, what if its embarrassing? It starts off with none whatsoever but slowly as the relationship grows, so do the pet names

When they first start dating its 'Bucky, can you pass me the remote'

After a few weeks it changes to 'Hey Buck, how you doin?"

About 3 months in and getting to know eachothers past traumas better, it's "James, can I kiss you?"

2 months after that he braves a "Babe, make me some pancakes"

Hot sex leads to "Daddy" being used in the most out of context ways

After having shower sex for the first time, "hey there hot stuff" is added to the growing list

The first life threatening mission that leaves Peter in a 2 day coma makes Peter say "Dear lord, did I die Bucky boo bear?" (Tony, Steve and Cliny never let that one go)

When Bucky proposes, its "Yes I will marry you, Lybuov Moya"

After breaking his foot in dance classes it's "whyd you have to break my foot, you hot son of bitch"

On there wedding day its, "I do, Jamie"

The honeymoon brings on "I love you, baby"

When Peter announces he's pregnant, "Your going to be a papa, papi" is written down in the mental list

In the labour room, a very stressed and high Peter lets a "Whyd you get me pregnant Tarzan?" slip out

When little Stevie May Parker Barnes is born, a "papa" is added to Buckys many titles

After Bucky getting hurt in a mission, Peter let's out a worried "Come on Muscel man, push through"

When Ben Tony Jimmy Parker Barnes is born, Peter says "Isn't he gorgeous J?"

On their 10 year wedding anniversary, Peter starts with the silly names. Like "Your my hunny-bunny-sugar-biscuit-sugar-plum-fairy"

At the 30 year marriage mark, "Pumpkin" slips form Peters lips as he watches his husband run after some of their grandchildren

At the 50 year marriage mark Peter gets sick, James nurses him 24/7. Peter lets out a "Look at my sergeant"

60 years of marriage and Peter says "Honey" while climbing into bed

Bucky gets sick 4 years later, really sick. Peter sits by his side day and night. This is when Peter lets out a "Its okay Mi Amor"

On the day of Buckys death, the family have left and now it just Peter and Bucky left alone in their big house. Climbing into bed, Peter feels Bucky wrap his arms around him and whisper "I think its almost time doll". Welling up, Peter keeps a brave face for his husband, kisses his lips and adds the final name to the list.

"I love you, my love"

#peter parker #winterspider #bucky barnes #avengers #marvel #cute #made me cry #welp

[angstsfordays]

No, Mama!

Summary: Steve Rogers faces the toughest challenge in his century’s worth of life presenting in the form of his 3-year-old son. Inspired loosely from the tiktok video on this post. 🥺💖

Pairing: Dad!Steve Rogers x Mom!Reader Warnings: None. Just FLUFF all around. Word count: 5k-ish Notes: Hi! I’m back with another story now that exams are over and I am on holiday! No angst this time just lots of sweetness. Really hope you like it as it’s just cute domestic fluff with 1 out of 2 favourite century old super soldiers!

Have a look at my masterlist of other stories if you’re interested! 🥰

Leave a like, reblog or comment to let me know what you think! Thank you! :) 

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The drive back home from the compound was always welcomed by Steve. Even after his many years of fighting, the world still counted on his help every now and then. As the saying goes, evil never rests.

He was starting to grow wearisome of the fighting but he knew that the world still depended on the Avengers. His innate sense of justice could not allow him the selfishness to abandon his duty. Furthermore, he needed to ensure the world was safe to keep his whole world safe.

Steve Rogers counted himself lucky still. He was able to meet someone who understood his line of work and still wanted to be with him till the end. You were a former SHILED agent and Avenger, now retired to take care of your family. As committed as you were to your career, you knew the moment your son was born, you were willing to give everything up to dedicate your life to him.

You exchanged your stealth suit for mom jeans and baggy shirts. Your combat boots with sneakers. You did not regret your decision.

You figured that you didn’t want your son to grow up with two parents who are often absent and risking their lives in the field. You made the choice to take a step back to raise your son with full time commitment.

Perhaps, you might return back to the field when he grows older. But that’s a thought for many years later. For now, it was a daily routine of diapering, feeding, napping, playing and lots of entertaining a spirited toddler.

You left your son, Hugh James Rogers to entertain himself with his wooden blocks and animal toys while you cleaned up after lunch. You just finished with the last set of dishes before washing your hands clean. 

The beeping sound of the Stark Technology home lock alerted your senses of someone entering the front door of your home. Recognising the sound of familiar footsteps, you quickly made your way out of your kitchen to welcome the arrival.

The clank of metal on the floor only served to quicken your steps as you threw yourself onto the big mass in your living room.

“Welcome back, Stevie.” Steve chuckled as he took a step back when your welcome caught him by surprise, his hands went to scoop your legs up and around his waist. You pulled away from the crook of his neck when you previously laid your head and gazed lovingly into your husband’s eyes.

Your fingers went to cradle the sides of his face before your thumbs moved along the bags underneath his eyes. Your brows furrowed at how tired he must have been from the mission. He had been away for almost three months and it was the longest he had been away from you and your son.

“I’m fine, doll.” Steve could sense your worry as you observed him silently for a moment. You knew better than to believe him. “I’m calling Tony.”

“Come on, love. There’s no need for that.”

“Don’t you try and stop me. Why does he get to stay home with Morgan and have you go out on such long missions? He’s not the only one with a family.” A pout formed on your face as your husband tried to coax you into leaving things be.

“Tony promised to give me a break after this. I won’t be on call for missions.” Steve reassured you. You raised an eyebrow with slight doubt but you knew Tony was a man of his word.

Steve’s heart soared at how much you looked after his well-being. He felt like the luckiest guy in the world for having someone to take care of him. With you, he could let his guard down and be vulnerable. People were used to viewing Steve with such awe, expecting him to be all strong and unfaltering.

However, he was only a human. He craved to be comforted when he was feeling his lowest. Steve was glad that he found and met you.

“I missed you so much, Stevie.” Steve was almost not ready for the onslaught of kisses that you started to pepper him on his face and lips to show how much you missed him. He relished in your love and care but it was short lived before you had yourself released from his hold.

Disappointment washing over him, he made to pout and whine until he heard your voice perked up.

“Hugh, Daddy’s home!”

The mention of his son’s name had Steve quickly follow you into the living room. As your son tilted his head in response to the sound of your voice, you crouched down beside him to get his attention.

“Look, Hugh! Where’s Daddy?” Your voice squealed in the baby talk as you gestured for Hugh to look towards Steve. Hugh did not move from his spot as his eyes moved to watch Steve who crouched down on his knees to meet his son’s eye level.

“Hey buddy, it’s me.” Stretching his hands out, Steve gestured for Hugh to come straight into his arms. Steve’s face was filled with anticipation for his son’s welcome. However, as seconds passed, dread started to fill Steve when Hugh still remained seating down.

You caught Steve’s crestfallen expression and decided to intervene.

“It must be the beard, babe. The last time he saw you, you were totally clean shaven.” You tried to explain at your son’s unusual behaviour.

“Should I shave it?” The gears in Steve’s mind started shifting at your words. You chuckled at the panic look that Steve showed.

“No, it’s fine. Besides, I love it.” You responded fondly as you moved to caress his full grown beard.  Steve’s eyes twinkled at your remark but he still looked sullen at your son’s lack of interests towards him.

“He will come around, Steve.” Indicating for Hugh to let you carry him, he toddled his way into your arms. Making your way towards Steve who now stood up, you hoped that you can help Steve to reacquaint Hugh soon.

If you were a little heartbroken at your son’s apathetic attitude, you were sure it was a thousand times worse for Steve.

“Should I bring the shield in so that he recognises me?” Oh, Steve.

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It had only been three days since Steve returned home from his last mission. He was still relishing in the comfort of his own home and the company of his family. With your help, Hugh starting to warm up to Steve again.

It involved the shield and a lot of re-enactment of himself as what Hugh watched on TV. Steve even called for Bucky to deliver the suit to your home from the compound so that he could get in costume for Hugh to be familiar with him.

However, his happiness was short lived when a call arrived for you. It was 3am when you got the call from the compound. You were called in for a special mission and honestly, both of you were taken aback since you have not been back in the field since you got pregnant with Hugh.

It was a hostage mission involving the child of a very powerful Italian mafia boss. You were specifically requested as you developed a friendship with said boss after saving his life once from your earlier SHIELD days. He did not want other Avengers involved despite their stronger talents. He only trusted you as a friend to get his only child back.

You agreed on account of your friendship and empathy with his plight as a parent. You were honestly worried about returning to the field after such a long hiatus but Steve had confidence in you. He understood the situation and encouraged you to take on the mission.

Your mission will take 48 hours and you had to leave Hugh for the first time in awhile. Aside from worrying about the mission, you also worried if Steve could handle Hugh on his own. He hardly parented on his own as you were always around.

You looked at your watch and saw that it was 8.30am. You were tasked to leave in half an hour. You had woken earlier at 7am when Hugh climbed into your bed. You decided to quickly freshen up and spend some time during breakfast together before you got ready to leave.

With your bag in hand, you left your room and turned to see your son and husband in the living room. The sound of your boots clicking on the wooden floor attracted the attention of the two men in the room.

“Mama!” Hugh called you as he put down his favourite dinosaur toy to walk over to you.  Placing your bag down on the floor, your arms stretched out to scoop your baby boy into your arms. His own chubby finger reached out to play with the lapels of your suited jacket.

 Steve looked at you from head to toe, admiring how you looked in a full formal black suit with a white silk blouse and combat boots. You reminded him of the first day he had met you when you were introduced to the team.

“It’s been awhile since I saw you in this getup.” You shifted Hugh’s weight in your arms before you responded.

“I thank god it still fits.”

“You look amazing, darling.” You could feel Steve’s eyes raking up and down when you sat down with him on the couch. He leaned over to give you a quick peck on the lips affectionately.

“Are you sure you will be alright?” Call it a woman’s instinct or more so mother’s instincts, you had a nagging feeling about leaving Steve alone with Hugh. No doubt Steve is a loving father, but in all the time of raising Hugh, his presence was staggered with missions, meetings and conferences.

Furthermore, Hugh was still getting to warm up to Steve after his previous long absence.

“I will be alright, Y/N. You raised Hugh so well, I’m sure he will be a good boy while you are away.” Steve reassured you of your worries as he smoothened Hugh’s messy locks. Hugh was in a long-hair phase now.

“Alright, I should go soon. I still need to head down earlier for the pre-mission briefing.” You said before looking over to Hugh.

“Hugh, Mama is going out for awhile. Be good for Daddy, ok?” Hugh’s interest in your attire was suddenly lost as soon as he heard your words.

“Why, Mama?” Hugh was smart and receptive for his age. He had slowly become attuned to the concept of Steve’s frequent and long absences from a young age. You had made sure to remind Hugh of Steve’s presence through video and phone calls nevertheless.

It was one of the ways to make sure Hugh bonded with his father. Sometimes, you were afraid Hugh’s bond with Steve would falter and you knew Steve shared the same worry so you did your best to be the bridge between father and son.

Luckily, you knew Hugh was incredibly fond of his father still as he always needed to have his Captain America plush to sleep.

“Hmm, Mama’s friend needs my help and as soon I am done, I will be back.” You thoughtfully came up with an answer that was easy enough for Hugh to understand.

“Like Dada?” Hugh made a thoughtful expression when he heard your answer.

“Yeah.” You nodded enthusiastically, thinking that Hugh will be understanding as how he would when Steve leaves for missions.

“NOOO! Dada go away long. Mama go away long.” Taken aback by Hugh’s sudden outburst, you looked up to meet Steve’s panicked expression.

“Oh Hugh, it won’t be long. Only two moons and I will be back, baby.” Calming your son down by bouncing him in your arms and patting down back, you hoped Hugh will ease on his crying.

“No, Mama!” Hugh immediately stood on the couch to wrap his whole body around your torso. His crying grew louder by the second. You and Steve were at a loss. Hugh rarely had such emotional outbursts. He had always been an easy-going child with a calm temperament.

“Hugh, Mama will be back really quick. Daddy will be here with you to wait for Mama.” Steve tried chiming in to calm your son down. Hugh seemed to start easing up on his cries and you handed him over to Steve.

“Baby, I promise I will be back real soon! You are a brave boy. Aren’t you, Hugh?” You tried to engage Hugh with encouraging words.

“Yes.” At the mention of the word ‘brave’, Hugh lifted his head off your shoulders to look at you.

“Hugh James Rogers is the best boy I know because he is really brave.” Taking advantage of the moment, you continued to give motivating words to Hugh so that he would feel better.

“Hugh is brave.” Your son responded adorably and you heart clenched at how cute he was. It was also because you almost regretted the decision to take on this mission.

“Yes. Hugh is brave.” You emphasized his words once more before starting to pick up your bag and making your way to the door. Steve followed closely behind you with Hugh in his arms, his nose still sniffling from his previous crying. 

“Take care, babe.” Turning to Steve, your hands reached out to bring his face closer and you give him a quick peck.

“I could say the same for you.” You eyed him before continuing. “I can’t be contacted at all for the next 48 hours. I already wrote down what to do for Hugh. His routine and such. I left it on the fridge-”

“I know, I know.” Steve returned with an expression that said he got this.

“You can do it, Daddy.” You stroke your thumb affectionately across Steve’s face. “Bye Hugh.” You made a kissy face, hinting for Hugh to lean down and give you a kiss.

“Bye, Stevie.” Steve leaned down similarly to kiss you once more and a bit longer than the previous ones. As he pulled back, he leaned in to kiss Hugh for another round of affection.

“Bye, boys.” You gave one more goodbye before walking over to the car. As you sat in the seat, you looked out the window to see your boys waving you goodbye.

Let’s do this, Y/N Y/L/N.

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Once you drove out of sight, Steve finally turned back to enter his home. Looking at his son with snot dripping from his nose, Steve went to clean it up. His eyes drifted to the clock hanging on the wall. 9.03 am.

Steve went back to his son whose sitting on the kitchen counter staring back with his wide eyes.

“Hey buddy, what do you think about reading some books?”

“No, Mama.” Steve was surprised at the immediate rejection. He did not expect Hugh to be putting up resistance once you had left.

Steve pondered for a minute on how to respond.

“Hugh buddy, should we play?”

“No, Mama.” The feeling of dejection washed over Steve once more at Hugh’s response to his proposal. How did you do it?

Steve went ahead to carry Hugh off the counter and bring him to his play area into the living room. Setting Hugh down on the baby-proofed flooring, Steve waited to watch what Hugh wanted to do.

Hugh looked back at Steve for a moment before standing up to walk over to the TV. Hugh’s head moved left and right as if he was looking for something. His small hands then skillfully reached to open the drawer and take out the remote.

“Boss-boss.” Hugh repeated. Steve had no clue what he was trying to say.

“What is it, bud?”

“Boss. Baby.” Like the over century old man he was, Steve had no clue what his Son was saying.

Hugh started stomping his feet and repeated the two words. Steve scrunched up his face in confusion at his actions.

“Boss. Baby. TV.” Hugh reiterated like a mini adult. Steve went to switch on the TV and the channel came on. Hugh’s finger went on to press the only white button on the remote, switching the channel to Netflix.

Steve’s eyes widened in amazement at what his son was doing. Hugh went on to click to the profile picture he recognised to be his. You had let him choose it himself.

Steve’s attention went back to the screen and the first thing he saw made him dawn in realization at what his son was trying to tell him along.

“You are indeed the boss baby, Hugh.” Steve spoke as he looked between the character on screen and his son. Steve inwardly chuckled at the slight resemblance. Hugh looked back at his father for a moment before passing the remote back to him.

Letting out the deep sigh, Steve thought that he was in for a long day.

Following an hour and a half of Boss Baby, Steve figured that it was too much television. He wanted his son to play like a normal child back in his days with toys. Steve’s decision was met with opposition as Hugh started throwing a tantrum.

Steve didn’t mean to make him upset but he was firm in his decision. He ended up cajoling Hugh for a good thirty minutes before convincing him to play with his toys.

Steve let out a deep exhale as he made his way to make lunch. He lifted the magnet that held the note you left for him. It explained Hugh’s routine and preferences.

Looking over at Hugh playing in the living room, Steve hoped that he could get lunch right for his son. He already felt defeated barely two hours into your departure. How did you do this for three years of Hugh’s life everyday?

Steve shook his head at his inadequacy as a father and hoped he could make it up to Hugh.

Lunch passed by with no issues, Steve thanked the heavens that he recalled Hugh loves cheese and made a grilled cheese sandwich. Nothing could beat the satisfaction that was brought from Hugh’s enjoyment of his lunch.

“How is it, buddy?” Steve’s question was met with silence but Hugh continued to take bites out of his sandwich. Steve grinned at this sight and considered this a small win.

Little did he know, this was his only win for the day. Nap time took awhile as Steve tried to pat a restless Hugh to sleep. After nap time, Steve had to wake up a grumpy Hugh from his nap and changed his diaper. If looks could kill, Hugh’s sent Steve into a deep hole for waking him up.

Steve tried to please him with milk and cookies. Afterwards, it was playtime before dinner. Dinner became a struggle when Hugh refused to have the porridge that Steve made. Hugh ended up having the leftover soup you had made and then kept in the fridge a day before.

Bath time was a nightmare as Hugh immediately started running off once he heard the word ‘shower’ came out of Steve’s mouth. While Steve was definitely quick to catch his son, Hugh ended up resisting his hold.

Hugh started splashing water from the tub that Steve had prepared which caused Steve to get wet and eventually joining his son.

Surprisingly, Hugh warmed up back to Steve and they had a great time pretend playing during bath time. However, this happiness was short lived once again when Steve announced that bath time was over.

It was another round of struggle for Steve to dry Hugh and dress him. The super soldier’s son ran out of the bath room and around the house stark naked. Steve had to chase him without his clothes as well. It was another twenty-minute chase and round of persuasion before Hugh allowed himself to be dressed.

It was already 10.30 pm and Steve decided it was bed time. Steve carried Hugh to his own bed and prepared to pat him to sleep. With his Captain America plushie in tow, he laid down for a peaceful moment.

Fighting aliens and bad guys could not tire him out as much as today. Steve patted Hugh’s side rhythmically and slowly, hoping for Hugh to fall into a trance. When Hugh started to blink, Steve assumed he was going to sleep soon.

Steve made the move to shift himself off Hugh’s bed but was met with a whine.

“No, Mama.”

“Come on, bud. You have to sleep.”

“No, Mama.” Hugh quickly sat up from his once sleeping position and made grabby hands at Steve. “Mama’s not here-”

Steve caved when he saw the puppy eyes and carried Hugh to his shared room with you. Placing the long bolster on one end of the bed, Steve placed Hugh between himself and the bolster to prevent him from falling off the bed in the middle of the night.

“I want Mama.”

“Me too, buddy. Hey, I know. I have drawings of Mama somewhere-” Steve got off the bed to search for something in his drawers and made a ‘o’ face towards Hugh as he held up several sketchbooks.

“Look what I have here, Hugh.” Steve exclaimed animatedly as he walked over back to his Steve who now sat against several pillows. Steve settled beside his son and began flipping the pages.

“Mama is here!” Hugh quipped excitedly when he spotted a sketch of you. You were leaning your chin on one of your palms, elbow on a table as you watched a video on your phone. You were in between a grin and chuckle as Steve recalled you watching a funny animal video.

It was a significant sketch because while you were doing nothing special and it was just an ordinary day where both of you had the day off, it was in that moment Steve knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you like this.

A simple and happy life with someone he loved and cherished.

Hugh went on to flip more pages and amazed Steve with how quick he was to recognise details in what he drew. You really did a great job raising Hugh. Steve only wished he had done more.

In fact, through today, he realised how he fell short on being a parent as he struggled with managing Hugh. This dawning realization had fell on him like a bomb and he didn’t even have a shield to protect himself.

“Mama again!” Hugh’s call snapped Steve out of his thoughts and his attention went to the random photo of the two of you. You had a love for taking and collecting photos. While photos can be forever kept in phones, there was always something special about one that was printed.

The photo in Hugh’s tiny hands was from your honeymoon. The two of you went to Japan and you were keen to see the cherry blossoms. You had one of the locals take a photo of you and Steve under a blooming cherry blossom tree.

“That’s right, bud. And there’s Daddy!” Steve pointed to himself who wrapped his arms around you close from behind.

The two of you were at peace for once. Away from saving the world, away from the perils of Avenging. It was just the two of you in the comforts of each other.

“Mama!” Steve scoffed jokingly at Hugh’s insistence. That’s why they say boys are always close with their mothers.

“Is Mama pretty?” Hugh turned to look at Steve and nodded fervently. Steve smiled at his son’s adorable act and decided to try his luck.

“Is Daddy pretty?”

“No, Mama!” Hugh huffed in response and even gave Steve a side eye. Oh well, he tried, Steve thought.

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The next 24 hours felt long but Steve got used to the routine. A text came after dinner time and Steve started to cheer inwardly when it came from you.

Your mission was successful but you needed to clear up some back-end work. Your mafia friend also insisted to thank you properly for your help and invited you to stay for a meal.

You initially refused as you wanted to quickly return home. However, you caved in at his persistence to persuade you. You will be back tomorrow before lunch. Steve wanted to share with Hugh the news but held back, once he figured that it might excite Hugh so much that it will disrupt his routine.

He figured he could tell Hugh the next morning closer to your time of return.

Steve ordered for flowers and your favourite takeaway to be sent as he thought of preparing an event for your return. He wanted to celebrate the success of your mission and showed his appreciation of you too.

As it got closer to noon, Steve had set up the living room with streamers and balloons. It was a little over the top but who cared? This was for you, his wife.

As soon as he heard the beeping of the door lock, he knew you had come back home. Steve heard you calling out for him and Hugh. Steve told Hugh to keep quiet and was pleased that his son was actually co-operative.

“Oh, what’s this?” Your voice drew closer as your steps drew closer to the living room, Steve pull the string of the party popper. Confetti in the air, Hugh blew into the party horn.

“Welcome back, Mama!” Steve exclaimed and your reaction was enough to call this event a success. Your jaw dropped at what your husband did and no words could describe how you felt. Multiple emotions came rushing in: surprise, joy, amazement, heartful gratitude.

“What’s this?” You asked once more. You took another gasp when Steve passed Hugh a bouquet of your favourite flowers. Your son took confident steps and presented them to you. You were floored.

“Oh my goodness. You guys-”

“Congrats on a successful first mission back after a break. We’re so proud of you, sweetheart.” Steve came up to embrace you and you were still reeling in from the surprise event he had done.

“Thank you. I’m so touched-” Steve’s lips came to meet yours before you could even finished. What a welcome home indeed. Your bliss was momentarily interrupted when you felt something or someone trying to claw your legs for attention.

You immediately crouched down and put your bouquet aside, leaving your arms open to scoop Hugh into your arms.

“Thank you, Hugh. I miss you so much, baby!” You started peppering kisses over your son to which he responded in squeals and giggles.

“Did you and daddy do all of this?” You asked animatedly.

“Yes, Hugh helped!” Hugh nodded while indicating to himself and you responded with a few more big kisses on his cheek. “Hugh is such a good boy!”

The three of you retreated to the couch where you continued to admire the setup of the living room. Hugh sat between you and Steve as he played with the party horn still. Steve was just quietly appreciating your presence back at home.

You started sharing about the mission while he listened to you intently. You asked Steve about his two days with Hugh and he let out a grunt. Chuckling at his exasperated expression, you knew it must not have been easy.

“The next time someone calls me a hero, I will say they’re wrong. You’re the real hero, Y/N. All mothers are.” An appreciative smile formed on your face at your husband’s words.

“Hugh said he had fun with me.” Steve excitedly told you of his accomplishment. Yesterday during playtime, Steve casually asked Hugh the question. Steve didn’t expect much, knowing that Hugh was still warming up to him.

“Hugh, are you having fun with Dada?” Hugh didn’t give a verbal answer but he nodded in response to Steve’s question. His response got Steve excited and Steve asked once more.

“You like spending time with me, buddy?” Hugh nodded once more and Steve knew that all his struggles were not in vain.

“Oh wow, that’s amazing Steve! You did such a good job.” Steve cooed under your praise as you caress the side of his face and leaned in for another soft kiss.

“Hugh, you had a good time with Daddy?” Hugh nodded wordlessly to your query as he fiddled with the confetti remains stuck on the couch. Steve and you looked at each other with wide satisfied smiles.

“Do you love Daddy?” You asked once more to which Hugh nodded once more. Steve let out a silent ‘YES’ as he held his hands up in victory.

“How much do you love Daddy?” You asked your son once more and Hugh paused his actions for a moment to think. He turned to you and Steve, the two of you waiting curiously for his answer.

“This much!” Hugh extended his arms out wide and horizontally.

You burst out in laughter as Steve clasped his hands together in gratitude towards Hugh’s answer. You could tell he was basking in joy.

“I love you this much too, buddy!” Steve returned with his own exaggerated gesture and Hugh laughed at his father’s silly antics.

“Mama.” Hugh made his way over to your lap and started to tell you how he missed you and if you missed him. Of course, you missed him so much. You made sure you did a good job so you can return to him safe and quick.

You and Hugh started to be in your own loving world as you exchanged sweet words, tender hugs and kisses.Steve, on the other hand, felt that his moment of bliss was short lived as he looked on at the both of you.

“Hey buddy, I want hugs and kisses too.”

“No, I want Mama!” You cooed at your son’s insistent preference for you, even if you feel bad for Steve.

“Hugh, you must thank Daddy for taking care of you. He loves you very much too, you know.” You tried to bring Hugh’s attention back to Steve.

“Thank you, Dada!”

“Nothing can beat a mother’s love.” Steve chimed as he looked at how Hugh was trying to hold your attention fervently. That’s it. He was going to make the call.

“Where are you going?” You asked Steve as he stood up from the couch.

“I’m going to call Tony. I’m taking a sabbatical. I want to spend more time with Hugh from now on.” You beamed at Steve’s words. He was making such a big decision.

“Once I get it approved, I won’t rest until I have what you have with Hugh too.” Steve proclaimed with determination before turning to Hugh.

“Hey Hugh, you and I are going to spend lots of time from now on. Are you excited, bud?” Hugh took a moment to ponder thoughtfully before smiling wide at Steve.

“No, Mama!”

“Oh come on!” Steve let out a grunt before marching out to get his phone asap.

You turned back to Hugh who had a cheeky grin and you jokingly chided him. “Stop teasing your dad, Hugh James Rogers.”

Hugh looked at you with a sparkle of mischief in his eyes and giggled. 

“Silly dada!”

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Still my Winter Soldier

Summary: You follow Steve to save his friend and meet the winter soldier. He’s different than you thought he would be.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader (platonic)

Warnings: angst, smut, unprotected sex, biting, dirty talk, a hint of orgasm denial, comforting

Sequel to: My Winter Soldier

He’s all muscles, hard as steel, beefy and strong when he presses you into the mattress. His grunts are the hottest thing you’ve ever heard as he let those noises out only for you.

“Fuck, that’s it doll.” His voice is low, dangerously close to your ear as he plunges deep into you. “Love to have this pussy around me.”

“Fucking shit, Bucky…” Your hands paw at his bulging biceps for dear life as he gets impossible faster, taking you apart all over again.

Cries fill the hideout and you are sure Steve can hear you with his advanced hearing, but you don’t care if your friend knows you get railed by his best friend in the best way possible.

“Wet, all wet for me. Look at you underneath me.” Rocking the bed with his strength Bucky smirks as you are a sweating mess for him.

He slides his tongue along your sweat-slicked neck, tasting the salty liquid like it’s divine nectar. “You taste like lust, power, and mine…”

“God, stop talking like that or I can’t hold back, Buck…” Your nails bite deep into his skin, leave crescent moons but he can’t feel the pain, only the pleasure of being inside of you.

“Hold it, Y/N. Remember what happened last time you came without permission.” Shuddering in anticipation you slide your hands up to his shoulders to grip him tightly.

“Doll don’t make me angry.”

“Fuck me, daddy. Fuck your bad girl hard as she will come without permission.”

Smug grin on his lips he pulls out to flip you onto your stomach. He wants to show you he’s in control, but you are not complaining as he lifts your ass to slide back into you.

Deep, so deep it borders on pain Bucky presses into you without mercy. Your hair in his fist, your body pinned to the mattress he turns you into a begging mess.

“Say it, doll!”

“You’re in control and I am…oh…please, Baby. I am yours…”

“That’s right…” Nibbling at your shoulder Bucky smirks as your walls tighten but you hold back the high.

“Such a good girl for me. I bet Stevie would love to see you like that. All obedient underneath me. Begging for my cock and so hard to handle at the same time.”

“Buck…please…oh…please…” Humming against your skin he angles his hips and you can hold it any longer. Your walls contract around his shaft and you slump onto the pillow, closing your eyes.

While you enjoy the high rippling through your body and pure pleasure float your senses you feel warmth fill your womb.

Bucky’s grips your hips tightly, groansas he watches sweat run down your back.

“Such a bad girl I have but you did so well. Almost an hour this time.” Toying with you Bucky ruts into your abused sex. “I think, I’ll let it slip this time.”

“How can I hold back an orgasm when you fuck me straight into the mattress?” Grunting you wiggle in Bucky’s grip.

“Training, doll. I will make sure you can hold it for two hours one day.” Nibbling at your skin, a dirty grin on his lips Bucky won’t pull out. “Got to make you my good girl after all.”

“Oh—yeah? You want me to be your good girl? I think you should know me by now. I am no one you can tame but I love it when you try…” Snickering you look over your shoulder, giving Bucky a wink.

“Love it too…” It’s the closest to ‘I love you’ you’ll get from the ‘broken man’ as Bucky likes to call himself. “You look so pretty in my bed, Y/N.”

“Damn, I thought I look pretty on every furniture, Buck.” Now Bucky snickers and you give him a dirty grin. “Maybe we should try the table or a chair just to be sure.”

“Steve would be disappointed.” Biting your neck Bucky groans. “He believes you are such a good girl but here you are, all wet for the bad guy in the game.”

“Why are you keep on telling me you are the bad guy?” Carefully slipping out of you Bucky falls onto the pillow next to you. He’s reaching out for you, opening his arms and you rest your tired body against his. “What you did is in the past. This wasn’t you, James…”

“Hmmm…” Eyes drifting toward the wall Bucky ignores your words, rather keeps on replaying the words Tony said in his mind. “You chose Steve’s side for me. Y/N…you shouldn’t have…”

“Buck, you should know me better.” Forcing his eyes back on you, holding his chin in a tight grip you look at him, shaking your head.

“No one made me chose a side, Buck. Tony is still my friend, I see his side too, but this wasn’t you killing his parents. I chose Steve’s side as I do not trust anyone more than him.”

“So…you want Stevie…” Smirk on his lips Bucky grabs your waist to roll you onto your back. “You’re mine, doll.”

“Bucky, I want you to stop torturing yourself. What those people did to you – what they made you do is in your past. For over two years you are helping Steve, Sam, Natasha and me to save people.” Humming Bucky hides his face in your neck, just inhaling your scent.

While you let James relax in your arms, you slide your fingers through his hair.

He’s whispering your name, not wanting to move as you press your body against his.

“What I did – I can never make this undone. I wish I could turn back time and not let them capture me. Maybe if I would’ve been faster and didn’t fall off the train. Maybe if I died…” Pressing your lips to his you wrap your arms around his neck.

“Never say that again, Bucky. I know the guilt is eating you up, but you’ve got a second chance and so far, you did well.”

“How is he?” Watching Bucky slam his fists into the punching bag Steve tries to get some answer out of you. “What about the nightmares?”

“He tries Steve, but it’s hard to settle in a new life when you got forced to do all those things against your will. The nightmares are better when I am around.” Nodding Steve glances at you, a smile on his lips.

“Anything I can do? Can I help him?” Patting Steve’s shoulder you shake your head. “Y/N?”

“The missions help, Cap. Every time Bucky can save someone, the nightmares disappear for a while. All we can do is assure him we are there for him and love him.”

“You love him…” Whispering the words Steve slings one arm around your shoulders. “That’s a good thing…right?”

“I don’t know if he wants me to love him, but I do. Bucky is distant on some days and the next day he won’t let go of me.” Giving Steve a nudge you turn to walk toward Bucky.

The super soldier tosses his boxing gloves into a duffle bag, smirking as you playfully punch his shoulder. “Done for today, Sergeant?”

“I think we can call it a day if there’s no mission for us or a damsel in distress to save.” Humming you slide your fingers through his hair, standing on tiptoes to press your lips to his cheek.

“Maybe I am a damsel in distress, and you need to save me. Can you lend me a hand, Bucky?” Giving him your sweetest smile, you chuckle as his hands grip your waist tightly.

“I think I rather play bad girl and the big bad wolf hunting you.” Your eyes lit up at his words. “I’ll count to three and then I am going to get you…”

“What the…?” Watching you run out of the improvised gym, giggling Steve shakes his head. “Bucky?”

“Got no time, Stevie.” Pointing toward you sticking your tongue out Bucky sprints toward the door to follow you. “She’s a bad girl.”

“And he’s still my winter soldier…”

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[fandomfluffandfuck]

Steve (especially post serum) is such a Sub it makes me sad that there’s not a lot of sub!Steve fics 😞😞

I KNOW RIGHT!?

I, personally, see parts of stucky as doms and subs or as tops and bottoms differently depending on the era (prewar, during ww2, canon, canon divergent, shrinkyclinks, etc.) but I am always down for big sub Steve. Ask me about him any time and I'll happily provide lol

But as of for today, some things to wet your appetite for post-serum sub Steve, anon.

If you're looking for specific fics. Here are some from AO3:

(And, yes, I shamelessly am going to also include my own because they're the first in my brain as that's where they live rent free)

"Fulfill Me" by me

"Customer Service" by me

"Caving In" by me

"Let Me Get A Try" by me

"Good Boy" by me

"Baby Seasons Change But People Don't" by me

"As You Seep On In And Keep Me Down" by thiccbuckybarnes

^ HIGHLY RECOMMENDED!

"this ledge i'm on" by gacelesso

"Blush Pink" by voluptuous_panic

"trial run" by greenbergsays

"Nothing Like A Dame" by abelrunner

^ (Okay, okay, that one is a Peggy/Steve/Bucky not just Stucky BUT Steve is Peggy's sub and Bucky is both Peggy's and Steve's sub and I enjoyed it so if you don't mind ww2 threesome than it's fun.)

"Run That Mouth" by maddiewritesstucky

"Six Or Seven" by 13Queen

"Mirror Mirror" by 13Queen

"Deja Vu" by 13Queen

If you want specific hcs/drabbles/Tumblr fics:

(Again, I'm putting mine first here too because I know which ones they are and where haha)

Needy newly serumed up Steve by my

Stucky tub sex by me

Jock Steve getting dicked down by me

Submissive Steve tops Bucky by me

Steve likes being licked by me

Mean, jock Bucky and crier Steve by @maddiewritesstucky

Semen Bucket Steve by @the1918 and @howdoyousleep3

Semen Bucket Steve P.2 by @the1918

Sensitive Stevie by @the1918

^ okay, that one doesn't really have post serum Steve but... I couldn't resist

Steve getting choked by @viperbranium

Puppy Subby Steve by @ipoiledi

Steve and Bucky having marathon sex by @ipoiledi

(^ technically just bottom Steve but it's blazingly hot)

Steve wearing a vibrating plug by @ixalit

If you want specific Tumblr creatives who I know appreciate big sub Steve:

@the1918 - search their Tumblr for omega Steve and that's pretty much big sub Steve, its some of my favorite stuff (I didn't include it above 'cause I don't know if you're into A/B/O or not, anon). Some of the sweetest big sub Steve too. Or just straight up look up #SubSteveAnon on their blog because *chefs kiss*

@howdoyousleep3 - search her catalog for baby Stevie and daddy James and you will find a TON of treasures within that!

@maddiewritesstucky - I don't know if this counts but search her blog for #JockVerse and you'll find not always explicitly sub Steve stuff but... there's just something about jock Steve thats got Vibes™️ if you know what I mean ;)

Also!

If anyone out there sees this and knows of more Sub Steve content, yours or others, feel more than welcome to reply or reblog with additions!!

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[maddiewritesstucky]

I shouldn’t like it so much...

So this was actually the first story I wrote in this verse, but then the phone sex story happened and seemed a better intro to their relationship. But anyways, have this one too! This isn’t a direct follow on from Call Me Maybe, but it definitely has a more satisfying ending for Bucky!

Pairing: Steve/Bucky

Rating: Explicit

Wordcount: 4277

Tags: CEO Steve, College student Bucky, Daddy Kink, Light Feminization, Dom/Sub Undertones, Graphic Discussion of Cunnilingus (but all hypothetical), Frottage, Pillow Fucking, Hand Jobs, Copious Amounts of Dirty Talk...Essentially, Daddy Steve finds a creative way to teach Bucky how to eat pussy (without actual female involvement)

Part 2 of the SugarVerse series on Ao3

“There’s something in the way they fall apart, ” Steve strokes his fingertips through Bucky’s hair where it fans out across the pillow, “way they tremble, when they’re sprawled under you…legs hitched up around your waist, pulling you in deep…”

He presses in closer against Bucky’s side, lips nestled soft against Bucky’s ear like this is something secret, something illicit. “The way they push up against you, make the prettiest sounds when you’re doin’ it right…makes you wanna give them more, give them everything.”

Bucky’s breath catches a little on the inhale; his blood running a little hotter for the picture Steve’s painting, and some small part of him feels like maybe he shouldn’t like it so much.

That same part of him thinks maybe Steve knows that; that he saw the opportunity veiled within Bucky’s petulant 'what’s so great about fucking women anyway?’ and he’s going to use it.

“And their bodies, Buck...all soft curves, soft skin,” Steve drifts his fingertips over the rhythmic swell of Bucky’s ribcage, up to cup the gentle swell of his pec, “soft tits...you like tits, don’t you, baby? Always got your hands all over mine.”

Steve brushes his thumb across the stiff bud of Bucky’s nipple, humming low and pleased when Bucky shivers.

“Bet you’d like it...teasing her, playin’ with her tits,” he purrs, pressing open-mouthed kisses down the column of Bucky’s throat, down past his collarbone, “bet she’d like it too.”

He takes Bucky’s nipple between his lips and Bucky gasps; back bowing to push up into the heat of Steve’s mouth.

The question trips from Bucky’s lips of its own accord, bypassing judgement and reasoning and the fact that he’s never once, in all his twenty-two years, had the desire to have sex with a girl. But as soon as he hears himself ask, already breathless and strung-tight, what else do they like?  he finds he really doesn’t give a fuck. His every cell is vibrating with how bad he wants Steve to go there, and he knows Steve can feel it.

It’s a heady thing, the way Steve does this – gives him things he doesn’t even know he wants yet; the way he hears the things Bucky doesn’t say, the things he doesn’t know how to ask for.

It’d be easy to put it down to the thirteen years Steve has on him, but there’s something in the way Steve just is, in all aspects of his life, that makes Bucky think it’s not so much an age thing, as a Steve thing.

Steve pushes up onto his elbow to stare down at Bucky, low simmering heat just under the composed surface of his expression. “They like a lot of things, baby,” his gaze rakes down the length of Bucky’s body, a palpable weight on it’s languid crawl all the way down to his toes, “you just gotta be present, pay attention…figure out what gets her feeling good.”

And, yeah - Bucky’s intimately familiar with just how present and attentive Steve Rogers is in the bedroom (and in the shower…and on the couch…and those rare golden moments at Steve’s office when Bucky manages to break down Mr. Serious CEO’s professional resolve.) 

He’s doing it right now, in fact; looking at Bucky in that way that says he’s analyzing his every reaction, trying to decide how far he should take this, how far Bucky wants him to take this.

“Maybe she wants your hands on her, maybe your mouth,” Steve presses his thumb to the plump cushion of Bucky’s lower lip, “god, the things you do with this mouth, baby.”

Bucky curses under his breath, rolls his hips up against thin air, and Steve shifts to hover over him on hands and knees. He dips his head down like he means to kiss him, and Bucky parts his lips on a shaky, too-hard exhale; waits for the press of Steve’s mouth or the stroke of his tongue. 

But it doesn’t come. Instead, Steve leans in until his lips are just barely brushing Bucky’s, and whispers right there into his open, waiting mouth, “…you ever eat pussy, James?”

Bucky flushes hot all over, feels it all the way down to his bones, and he moans; a soft, pathetic thing.

Steve knows goddamn well that Bucky’s sexual experience with women began and ended with his summer camp ‘girlfriend’ showing him what was under her skirt when he was fourteen. But this is a game now, one that only ends one way, and Bucky will play it to its shaking, sobbing end. 

“No,” he shakes his head, biting back the groan that wants out at the mental image of Steve burying his face between a woman’s thighs; hitching her legs up over his shoulders and bringing her to tears.

It shouldn’t turn him on this much, shouldn’t turn him on at all, not least because he’s usually got a jealous streak a mile wide. But isn’t this just how it goes with them? 

“You gonna teach me, Stevie?” He can feel the heat flooding his cheeks even as he asks for this, invites this, and he anchors his fingertips into the flesh of Steve’s back as his heart kicks a little harder behind his ribs.

Steve braces his forearms either side of Bucky’s head, settling his weight between Bucky’s thighs. “Depends,” he shrugs, like his dick isn’t pressed up hard against Bucky’s hip calling bullshit on his nonchalance, “you gonna ask me nice for it?”

It happens without conscious thought at this point, the tiny backwards tilt of his head that bares his throat to Steve; the submissive gesture that comes, unbidden, when Steve gets like this. 

“Please,” he looks up at Steve from under his lashes; pulls his bottom lip between his teeth just to let it slip back out again, “...please teach me how to eat pussy, Daddy.”

And there it is, Bucky thinks, watching the blue of Steve’s eyes get swallowed up. He doesn't need the darkening of Steve’s gaze or the twitch of his cock between them to know the effect that one little word has on Steve - it’s never once failed to get Bucky put through the headboard, or bent over the kitchen counter, or fingerfucked until he’s trying to sob as silently as possible in a fitting room. But he relishes those little tells all the same; even more so for the fact that Steve somehow manages to temper his outward response to a soft intake of breath.

His eyes flick down to Bucky’s mouth and he hums a considering sound, like he hasn’t already decided exactly how he wants to play this.

“Well,” he sighs, gaze drifting over Bucky’s face, “you gotta start slow. Kiss your way down her body, map out all the spots that make her shiver.” 

He touches his lips to Bucky’s forehead, his cheekbones, down the bridge of his nose; kisses fleeting and featherlight, and Bucky sinks a little deeper into the mattress. 

“Build up to it,” Steve brushes his lips over the shell of Bucky’s ear, up over his temple; a caress of breath more than a kiss. “Make her wait for it…”

Bucky can feel Steve’s smile against his skin as he takes his time, lavishing attention across Bucky’s face, his neck; everywhere but Bucky’s lips. 

He kisses Bucky’s eyelids, his cheeks, his jaw; takes Bucky’s earlobe delicately between his teeth for a too-soft, too-short moment. 

Bucky turns his head to try and catch Steve’s mouth against his own but Steve won’t have it; just hushes him softly and keeps up the gentle press of his lips to Bucky’s skin. He threads his fingers softly, rhythmically, through Bucky’s hair; a hypnotic pull that has Bucky’s blood slowing to a honey-drip through his veins, and Bucky groans softly.

His skin is buzzing at every point of contact, of connection, with Steve’s body; even more so the places that Steve isn’t touching, and he’s been laid out and taken apart by Steve enough times to know that’s not an accident. 

Steve’s holding enough of his weight up that Bucky can feel the warmth, the static between their chests as they breathe in sync; his lower half settled heavy enough to keep Bucky’s hips pinned to the mattress, and Bucky clings a little tighter to him with every press of his lips. 

“Put your mouth everywhere except where she wants it most…” Steve makes his way slowly back to Bucky’s mouth; pauses with his lips just out of reach of Bucky’s. 

He stills the movement of his hands through Bucky’s hair and brings them forward to cradle Bucky’s cheeks. “And then, when she can’t take it anymore, then... you just...”

He strokes the tip of his tongue in the barest caress over Bucky’s lips, and Bucky outright moans.

“Yeah, just like that,” Steve breathes, “that’s what you wanna hear.” He licks at Bucky’s mouth with soft, unhurried sweeps of his tongue, over and over, lapping up the sounds falling from Bucky’s lips. “Do it slow, gentle…feel out what she likes.”

He shifts the measured, deliberate stroke of his tongue to the corners of Bucky’s mouth, the inside edge of his bottom lip, and Bucky lets his mouth fall open further, lets his thighs fall open further. Each pass of Steve’s tongue sends a fresh shiver through him, draws a new sound from him, soft and needy and wanting.

“You’ll know when you’re hittin’ the right spots,” Steve strokes his thumbs over Bucky’s cheekbones as he licks at his mouth, slow like it’s the only thing he’ll ever have to do, “she’ll start to breathe a little harder, make the sweetest sounds for you...maybe get her hands all tangled up in your hair...”  

Bucky can feel the maddening shift of Steve’s stomach rubbing against his dick every time he breathes in, and he tries to rock up against him, but he’s a butterfly on a pinboard beneath Steve’s weight.

“Steve,” he gasps, somewhere between pleading and reverent; not sure what he’s asking for, but sure Steve will give it to him regardless. 

“Yeah, you’d get her so wet, baby,” Steve sighs, alternating kisses and licks and gentle sucks over Bucky’s bottom lip, “this pretty mouth’s just made for this, ain't it?” 

He nudges his nose against Bucky’s; speaks close against his lips, “Know what else you can do with this mouth, Buck? You wanna make her see stars?” 

Bucky sighs, yes, lost to this now in ways he won’t even try to examine later. 

Fuck, he’s so hard, and Steve is so hard, and his dick is like two fucking inches away from Bucky’s, and Bucky is going to lose his goddamn mind. 

Steve hooks two fingers gently over Bucky’s bottom lip and pries his mouth open a little further, speaking low and soft and somewhere close to breathless himself now. “You really wanna do her right, you put this mouth on her clit, and you suck it ‘til she says your name.”   

Bucky doesn't even have time to turn the words over in his head before Steve’s flicking his tongue up over his top lip and sucking it between his own, and Bucky’s whole body lights up like it’s the first time he’s ever been touched. 

He groans, breathless and surprised and so confusingly turned on, and Steve moans right back. 

“That’s it, honey,” he hums, “use your mouth, your hands…suck on her clit while you fuck her with your fingers…”

He drags his fingertips in tiny, soft strokes over Bucky’s tongue while he licks and sucks at his top lip, and it’s so much. 

It’s so much, and then it’s even more when Steve slips his fingers out, spreads them in a wet V either side of Bucky’s mouth, and licks in deep.   

It feels fucking obscene. Bucky’s trembling, sweating, moaning so deep he feels it in his teeth, and Steve just drinks down every tortured, guttural sound he's dragging from him. 

It’s somehow more confronting, more personal, having Steve laving at his mouth like it’s a cunt than it’s ever felt having him buried tongue-deep in his asshole, and fuck but it’s everything Bucky never knew he wanted. 

“Oh, you’d get her so worked up,” Steve groans softly, “get her so close…”

“Fuck,” Bucky pants, arching up against Steve as best he can and getting as good as nowhere. He’s hard to the point of pain, made infinitely worse by Steve’s cock pressed up so close to his own; steadily dripping warmth between them but unmoving save for the minute shifts of Steve’s hips as he tongue-fucks Bucky’s mouth. 

“Steve...I need to...I want--” 

Steve hushes him softly, brushes back the hair that’s fallen across Bucky’s forehead. “Shh, I know, baby, it’s so good,” he coos, “you’re so good.”  

Bucky whines high in his throat, and Steve goes still above him; cups his hand around Bucky’s jaw and waits for Bucky to meet his eyes.  

“You wanna know what’s so great about fucking girls, baby?” he asks quietly, staring down at Bucky with undeniable, unmistakable want. “You keep doing right by her, giving it to her just how she wants it?...She'll just keep on coming.”

He finally, finally, rolls his hips down; a fluid drag along Bucky’s aching cock, and Bucky sobs.

“She can come on your tongue, on your fingers,” Steve grinds down against Bucky, slow and deliberate, “on your cock...you can just keep fucking her, for as long as she wants it.” 

He dips his head down to speak against Bucky’s ear, rocking against him with maddening restraint. “That what you want, Buck? Wanna get inside her?” 

“ Jesus, fuck,” Bucky groans, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. His skin feels too tight everywhere; his heart beating hard enough that his whole body rocks with it. “Just--give me--” 

Cold air hits Bucky’s skin and his eyes fly open to find Steve drawing back, shifting his weight off him. 

Bucky breathes a feeble protest; tries to draw Steve back in with reaching, grabbing hands...but then Steve’s gripping his hips and flipping him over; dragging a pillow under him and arranging Bucky on knees and elbows above it.

“You’d do her right, wouldn’t you sweetheart?” Steve’s hand runs hot and firm down the length of Bucky’s spine and then disappears; the telltale click of a cap resounding sweet as church bells in Bucky’s ears. “God, she’d want you in her so bad...you gonna let her have it?” 

“Yes,” Bucky keens, rolling his hips down against the pillow, “please, let me...”

Steve slips his slicked up fist between the pillow and Bucky’s body, poising it right at the tip of Bucky’s cock. But when Bucky immediately twitches forward into, hips moving of their own accord, Steve pulls it away again, bringing his other hand down in a sharp swat against Bucky’s ass.

“No,” he chides, “not like that...don’t you go getting selfish, it ain’t about you yet.” 

Bucky’s cheeks are burning, his legs and shoulders already starting to quiver under the strain of staying where Steve put him, and his body is screaming at him to just start frantically rubbing off against the pillow. 

“Let’s try this again,” Steve presses his hips flush against Bucky’s ass; the rigid line of his cock nestled between Bucky’s cheeks as he brings his hand back to Bucky’s dick. 

“You gotta sink into her slow ,” he murmurs, pushing Bucky’s hips forward with his own, inching Bucky’s cock torturously slow into the tight curl of his fist, “let her feel it, feel the stretch of you inside her.” 

Bucky drags a shuddering breath in through his nose, his teeth clenched so hard he thinks his jaw might lock up. It takes everything, everything, to rein himself in; to submit to the motion of Steve’s hips as he urges Bucky forward, inch by blinding inch, into the tight warmth of his hand.

“You gotta check in with her, ask her how she’s feeling,” Steve stills them completely when the base of Bucky’s shaft is held firmly in his grip, “gotta ask her how she wants it, so you can give it to her right.” 

Bucky’s attention splinters between the low hum of Steve’s voice and the overload of sensory input on his body...the soft give of the pillow beneath him, rubbing against his inner thighs and his nipples; the tight, slick circle of Steve’s fist around his cock; the warmth of Steve’s body behind him, Steve’s dick rubbing up against his ass…

He wants what Steve’s giving him, wants to show Steve how good he can take what he’s giving him, but he can only bite back so many of the broken, frustrated sounds slipping past his teeth.

Steve plants his free hand into the mattress next to Bucky’s ribs and leans his weight forward, draping himself across Bucky’s back. 

“If you’re lucky, she might just tell you what she wants,” he scrapes his teeth over the skin of Bucky’s shoulder, kisses a trail up the side of his neck, “just throw her legs up around your hips and tell you to go to work.” 

He rolls his hips against Bucky’s ass, and Bucky pushes back against him, groaning heavy at the drag of his cock back through Steve’s grip.

“Maybe she gets a little bossy with you," Steve starts rocking them forward, pushing Bucky’s dick into his fist in slow, shallow thrusts, "know how much you love that, being told what to do.”

“God, please,” Bucky grits out from behind clenched teeth, “do it, tell me what to do.” 

Steve huffs a soft almost-laugh; presses his lips to the shell of Bucky’s ear, pitching his voice just a little higher, a little softer. “... Just fuck me, Bucky .” 

A hoarse cry is wrenched from Bucky’s lips as Steve snaps his hips forward, a wordless command for Bucky to get to it, and it’s all the permission Bucky needs. He sets a rhythm that has them both breathing hard; beading sweat, and biting off choked cries.

“That’s it, baby,” Steve pants against his shoulder, rubbing off against Bucky’s ass as Bucky thrusts into the heat of his fist, “fuck, you’re so good...you’re so good, Bucky...maybe one of these days I get us a girl, huh?” 

“ Jesus,” Bucky twists his fists so tight into the sheet beneath him, he swears he can hear the pop of each individual thread busting.

“Fuck her together, you and me,” Steve drops his forehead between Bucky’s shoulder blades, lips dragging wet over Bucky's skin, “work her over until she don’t know which way’s up…”

Bucky is broken down to sounds, wild and incoherent and dripping ecstasy like his cock in Steve’s fist. His body is fixing to shatter under the strain of it all, and he feels his knees give a little, feels himself drop his weight onto the pillow, onto Steve’s arm where it’s wrapped around his hips, and Steve just follows him down; hums encouraging sounds as Bucky fucks desperately into his fist.

“I fuck you, while you fuck her," Steve heaves against him, restraint cracking as Bucky starts to tremble in earnest beneath him. "Or maybe you just want me to watch, huh? Sit back and watch my baby work...you put on a good show for me, I might just have to touch myself.” 

“Fuck--I’m gonna--” Bucky bites out, his thrusts growing frantic as the coil in his gut winds to breaking point.

“Her first,” Steve growls, low and commanding, “always her first.” 

Bucky’s gonna pass out, gonna levitate right out of his body, and it’s a whole kind of insanity that he’s going along with this; staving off his own climax for the pleasure of someone Steve’s woven out of thirst and thin air. 

But he’s fucking doing it, he’s doing it because Steve told him to, because he’s made him want to, and fuck but he loves him, he loves him…

“Steve, ” he says, goddamn certain he’ll splinter right down to atoms if he doesn’t have Steve’s name in his mouth. 

Steve breathes heavy over his skin, presses too-hard kisses against Bucky’s spine, and he has to know how close he is to breaking point. 

Bucky wears his arousal like neon against night sky, unreserved and unabashed and so entirely at Steve’s mercy every fucking time, and Steve can’t not know how badly he wants to break for him.

“Ask me,” Steve tightens his grip a little, settles his body a little heavier against Bucky’s; sweat-slick and subjugating, “ask me if you can come.” 

“God, please let me come," Bucky chokes, the words muffled by the bedding his face is half-buried in, “fuck Steve, ‘m dying...just let me come…”

Steve gets right up in his space, face tucked up against the crook of Bucky’s neck, lips hard up against his ear. “Ask me right, James.” 

And, oh, Bucky sobs for that; tilts his face into Steve’s and gives him what he wants, gives him what's his. “Please, Daddy...”

Steve groans; sinks his teeth into Bucky’s neck and rumbles his consent, and Bucky just has the wherewithal to feel the vibration of it against his skin before he whites out to an orgasm that’s wrenched from the depths of his soul. 

He comes hot over Steve’s fist, over the pillow; shaking and sweating and honest-to-god crying, and Steve moans ragged. 

“So perfect, baby,” he lets Bucky’s spent cock slip from his grasp and plants his hands on the arch of Bucky’s back, grinding into the cleft of his ass with deep rolls of his hips. “Did so good, I’m so proud of you.” 

The room is spinning, and Bucky’s blood is roaring in his head, and Steve’s praise goes right to the core of him; lights him up and melts him down inside. 

He can feel the smear of his own come across his stomach as Steve rocks him against the pillow he soaked; feel the tight-strung tremble in Steve’s thighs, the slick drag of Steve’s cock over his hole, and when Steve finally spills hot over his lower back, Bucky moans right along with him.

 ***

 “You ok, kid?” 

Steve's hand strokes a soothing path down Bucky’s back; breathing finally leveled out, and the world back in focus around them. They haven't moved, save for Steve shifting his weight off of Bucky, and a warm kind of quiet wraps around them in the stillness.

Bucky nods, dazed; gaze fixed on middle distance somewhere over Steve's shoulder. “...I fucked a pillow.” 

Steve sinks his teeth hard into his bottom lip, laughing with everything but his mouth. 

“You fucked my hand,” he coos, faux-sympathetic, “the pillow was auxiliary.”

Bucky’s eyes roll so far back in his head, he’s sure he hears the moment they pinball off the back of his skull. 

“Oh my god,”  he drags a hand up to scrub weakly over his face, “you are the only person alive who would use a word like ‘auxiliary’ in a discussion about pillow-fucking.”

Steve is smiling at him, looking at him that way he does, like Bucky is the answer to every question that’ll ever be asked of him, and he reaches out to tuck a wayward strand of Bucky’s hair behind his ear. “Mm,” he hums absently, “you��re probably right.”

It makes Bucky feel a little like his insides are made of sunlight, that look. He reaches out his fingertips to scritch through the soft beard growth along Steve’s jawline; lets his gaze drift lazy over Steve’s face, over the flush sitting high on his cheekbones, the smile lines at the corners of his eyes. 

He’s responsible for a few of those, he thinks. 

He hopes to be responsible for a lot more of them.

“Love you,” he says, because he won’t ever get sick of the way it feels on his tongue, or the way Steve glows for it. 

He certainly won’t get sick of the way Steve says it back, soft and sincere and like it feels every bit as good to say it as it does to hear it.

“We should go clean up,” Steve sighs. 

Bucky mumbles his assent; suddenly very aware of just how tight the skin on his belly and his back feels. 

He lets himself be tugged upright; his gaze shamelessly affixed to the flex of Steve’s ass as he starts walking toward the bathroom, and a very important thought swims it’s way up to the surface. 

“Hey, Steve? One thing, before we go shower...”

Steve turns back towards him; looks at him so open, so ready to hear whatever it is he wants to say. 

Bucky reaches for his hand, and a flicker of almost-concern passes across Steve’s face as he sits back down on the edge of the bed. 

“What is it, baby?” 

Bucky clasps Steve’s hand between his own, heaving a deep sigh and looking up at his boyfriend with feigned regret. 

“...I still ain’t fuckin’ a girl.”

This time, Steve does let himself laugh; full and loud as he leans over and presses his smiling mouth right against Bucky’s. 

“Probably for the best,” he nods somberly, “kinda thought I’d keep you to myself, anyways. And besides...” 

He shifts off the bed, getting his feet under him and leaning over Bucky with trouble written all across his grin, “...Most girls probably can’t do this.”  

An entirely undignified sound is shocked out of Bucky as he’s unceremoniously hefted off the bed and tossed over Steve’s shoulder; marched all the way to the bathroom with Steve gleefully swatting at his ass, and no, Bucky thinks, laughing so hard he thinks Steve might actually drop him, no, they definitely can’t.  

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[nothingbutfangirlsmut]

The Girl Out of Time

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Background: Willow Roffe was born and raised in Brooklyn. She lived her life as happily as she could with her two childhood best friends Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers. When they both left her to join the military she tried to continue with life but that didn't get to happen for her for the simple fact that she meant something to James Buchanan Barnes.

Rating: Story will be overall MATURE but not every chapter. There will be strong language, talk of both mental and physical abuse, some good ole angst, and smut. There will be a warning at the beginning of the chapter when it includes smut.

Chapter 42

I woke up to someone poking my cheek. I cracked my eyes open to find myself laying against Happy’s shoulder. We were both still sitting on the couch. Morgan and Sarah were sitting on the table in front of us with huge grins on their faces.

“You guys okay?” Sarah asked sharing a look with Morgan.

I groaned as I sat up. Happy groaned as he put his hands to his head. I guess I just finally passed out sometime this morning.

“You two hungry?” I asked the girls.

They both nodded.

“Let’s get some breakfast then.” I told them as I stood up.

The girls sat at the counter while I prepared breakfast. In the middle of me cooking Happy came into the room rubbing his eyes.

“Could I get some of that too please?” He asked as he sat on a stool.

“Of course” I chuckled.

I made them each a plate then made one for myself. We all sat at the island to silently eat our breakfast. Once we were done I worked on the dishes while the girls went outside to play. Happy continued to sit on his stool.

“You feeling okay Happy?” I asked with a small smile.

“Yea just a little rough this morning.” He grumbled.

I chuckled softly then continued the dishes. Not long after I finished cleaning the kitchen Morgan and Sarah came running into the house.

“Mommy!” Sarah shouted.

Both girls looked out of breath.

“What? What’s wrong? Who’s hurt?” I questioned them both frantically.

“They’re back!” Morgan cheered pointing to the door.

I glanced back at Happy in surprise. Already? Without another thought we all rushed outside to see several vehicles pulling up to the cabin. My hands covered my mouth as I watched each person get out. Pepper, Morgan ran straight to her. Rhodey. Wanda, my heart leapt. Bruce. Sam, my heart started beating erratically. Thor.

“Oh my god!” I shouted as I ran full speed to the raven haired man.

He stepped out of the small group. His eyes finding mine instantly.

“James!” I shouted as I jumped into his arms.

His arms tightened around me holding me tight. I sobbed into his neck. They did it! They brought him back!

I felt a soft tug on the back of my shirt. I instantly stepped back knowing exactly who it was. I kneeled down right in front of her. She glanced up at James then back to me.

“Mommy?” She questioned tilting her head to the side.

“Baby” I cried my first happy tears in five years.

I picked her up then turned to face James. The look on his face was one of completely shock and heart break.

“Sarah, I’d like you to meet your daddy.” I said with a huge smile.

Her entire face lit up at my words.

“Really?” She asked me.

“Yes, uncle Stevie did it. He brought your daddy home.” I told her.

She squealed with excitement as she jumped into James’s arms. He instantly melted the moment her little arms wrapped around his neck. I looked around to find Pepper and Morgan. When I did find them my smile instantly fell. Pepper was on her knees in front of Morgan. She was saying something slowly that caused Morgan to burst into tears. I looked around the group of heroes.

“Where’s Tony?” I asked James quietly.

His face instantly fell.

“He was the one that did the snap to bring everyone back. He wanted to make sure nothing happened to his daughter. He didn’t survive it.” James told me in a hushed voice.

“No” I whispered glancing back to Pepper and Morgan.

Happy was with them now trying to comfort both of Tony’s ladies.

“He knew he wouldn’t survive.” James told me bringing my attention back to him.

“Why would he do it then?” I asked.

James shrugged.

“He couldn’t risk someone else doing it and his daughter disappearing. I would have done the same if it would have been me.” James said matter of factly.

I stepped up to him. He wrapped his free arm around me hugging both Sarah and I to his chest.

“Where’s uncle Stevie?” Sarah asked.

“Oh, um” James looked unsure of what to say.

My heart dropped.

“Don’t you dare tell me he didn’t survive.” My voice cracked on the verge of tears.

“No, no, he survived. He just, um, he took on the job of returning the stones to their proper place in time because he made the choice to stay in the 1940s where they got the last stone. He’s going to go back to Peggy.” James explained.

“So, he’s gone but he’s not dead?” I asked to clarify.

“Yea” James nodded.

The day after everyone returned they had Tony’s funeral at the cabin. I stood with James, Sam, and Wanda as we watched in silence. Sarah was sitting on the porch with Morgan and Happy. My heart hurt for them. After everything Tony was gone. I couldn’t imagine what it felt like to know he sacrificed himself for them.

The crowd slowly dispersed to go into the cabin. Just as I turned to follow the others James grabbed my arm. Only the two of us and Sam were still outside. James nodded his head over to a bench near the edge of the lake. There sat an older man with white hair. The three of us walked over to the man. My heart jumped for joy at the sight of Steve Rogers as an old man. What a sight that was.

I stepped over to him then hugged him tight. I noticed the wedding ring on his finger.

“I’m happy for you Stevie. I’m glad you finally got the girl.” I chuckled.

“I told you I’d bring him home.” He said softly.

“Yes, you did. I should have had more faith in you but I couldn’t be more grateful.” I smiled up at him.

I kissed his cheek then went to the cabin giving the boys their moment to finally say goodbye. I joined Sarah, Morgan, and Happy on one of the outside couches.

“We need to go on a vacation.” I huffed.

Happy chuckled.

“I think we could all use one.” He nodded.

*One Year Later*

“Sarah! Morgan! Time for lunch!” I shouted out the kitchen window.

The two girls playing in the backyard instantly stopped then ran for the house. I turned back to pepper setting a play in front of her. The girls rushed into the room each grabbing a seat at the table. I sat a plate in front of each of them.

“Where’s James?” Pepper asked.

I took my own seat before answering.

“He’s out fighting bad guys with Sam. Never would have thought those two would team up.” I chuckled.

“They are an unlikely pair.” Pepper smiled.

“How’s Peter by the way?” I asked between bites.

“Oh he’s much better. Seems more like himself each day. Morgan’s become his shadow most of the time.” Pepper laughed.

“He’s my bubby!” Morgan defended.

Both Pepper and I laughed at that.

“I heard you two were becoming little mischievous makers in class.” I said towards both girls.

They looked at each other with sly smiles. Oh lord, those two are each of their father’s made over.

“Last I heard Morgan was the intellectual insulter while Sarah is the muscle.” Pepper chuckled.

“I heard the same thing.” I nodded looking at the girls.

“One thing you two should know. Just because you have the names Stark and Barnes doesn’t make you better than anyone. Just remember that for me.” I told them.

They both nodded with mouths full of food. Try we might but these girls were definitely going to be too much like their father’s. They thought both warmed my heart and absolutely terrified me.

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Okay, I’m finally done with this lol. It was a lot longer than I first intended but I enjoyed writing it all the same. Hope you guys enjoyed it too!

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