#stucky one shot

[myfictionaldreams]

Hey, can you do something with where the reader is pregnant in mafia stucky and Bucky and Steve are super protective about her?

Xoxo

Our Little Bean // Mafia!Stucky x Fem!Reader

A/N: Thank you for your request, this has been requested quite a few times by many people so I hope you do enjoy!

Important note for readers: I'm currently working within maternity services within the UK so the pregnancy side of this is all based on a UK perspective but it's set in the US so apologies if anything is different over there. Also, the signs and symptoms are based on my bestie's pregnancy so thank you for letting me use these!

ALSO: I'm sorry if I don't do any more pregnancy/baby fics, I wanted to just do this one and return to the normal trio we had before.

Tags: 18+ readers only, unplanned pregnancy, fluff (LOTS!), comfort, soft steve/bucky, protectiveness, pregnancy kink, pet names, pregnancy symptoms discussed in detail, crying, family/domestic fluff, tooth-rotting goodness!

Words: 6.9k

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Your nausea never seemed to settle, barely being able to keep down dry toast or sips of water and then there was the immense exhaustion, finding yourself to be lucky if you were awake for an hour before falling asleep again. This, paired with the dizzy spells and dull aches in your temples, it was safe to say that you were done with feeling unwell and you definitely blamed Sam Wilson for this. He’d turned up to work last week feeling unwell, slightly different symptoms to yours as he had a head cold but ill nonetheless and now, here you were, collapsed onto the couch in the living room, under a mount of blankets.

It wasn’t all bad however as Bucky had stayed home to look after you and he was doing a good job of it too, but he and Steve were always extra attentive when you were unwell and had been taking it in turns to stay home, with Steve having stayed with you yesterday.

Bucky today had helped you wash, changed into fresh pyjamas and then carried downstairs, tucking you into your little fort before sitting on the floor and reading the book you were halfway through reading. You were too tired to read and didn’t want to keep your eyes open so Bucky offered, which was hilarious to hear him trying to read along and then asking questions as to the type of books you’ve been reading.

“So who is this Rhysand guy? Just some hotshot king or something?” he asked, lowering the book to look at your resting face. You smiled tiredly at his question, opening one eye to look into his confused expression, he was already invested in your book, even though he had started more than halfway through.

“Something like that”, you replied, voice croaking from needing water which he was quick to notice, lifting the glass with the straw to your mouth and you hummed your thanks, taking a sip and closing your eye once more.

You fell back to sleep again and woke to be carried, noticing that it was dark outside with another day passing as Steve carried you up the stairs, having returned home from work. Your arms were trapped into the blanket cocooned you were being carried in so you nuzzled your face into his neck to let him know you were awake.

Steve tilted his head, kissing the top of yours as he placed you into the centre of your shared bed, “think you’re up for eating some chicken noodle soup?”

“Did you make it?”, your voice was full of hope as you blinked open your eyes to look up at him but made no attempt to move just yet.

“Of course, only the best for you”. Steve left to retrieve your soup, giving you time for another quick snooze, before he was back and shaking your shoulders. With his help, you untangled yourself from the soft blankets and attempted to sit up but were hit with a wave of dizziness, having to stop and close your eyes to get your bearings straight before it subsided and you could sit up properly. Steve was looking at you with a knowing glance as he sat on the edge of the bed, a warm noodle soup bowl in his lap that he began to spoon-feed you - something he insisted on. “You know I’m going to call the doctor, right?”

You release a frustrated huff, you didn’t need the doctor, “It’s fine though, it’ll pass. Sam said it took him 4 days before he started to feel better and I’m only on day 3”.

“Baby, you’re on day 4 and you said this all yesterday and it’s only getting worse”, he stated everything matter-of-factly but you were still shocked that you’d somehow missed an entire day. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to see a doctor and there was no use arguing with Steve when it came to your health.

So after you’d finished half a bowl of the soup before feeling queasy, Steve excused himself to call his doctor who just so happened to be a close family friend. Of course, you had fallen asleep before the Doctor arrived and being rudely awakened made you feel even more groggy and unwell as Steve whispered, “Sorry honey, but Doctor Banner’s here to check you over”.

Steve excused himself so the Doctor could check you over properly without feeling pressured by the mafia boss in the room. Doctor Banner put you at ease though with his warming personality and you’d met him on a few occasions anyway when Steve or Bucky were more injured through an event with work, but you’d never had him look after you before.

The two of you ran through the general list, ‘When did you start feeling like this?’, ‘What are your symptoms?’, before he began doing your vital signs, temperature and blood pressure, all just normal procedures.

“Could you be pregnant?” he casually asked as he velcroed the blood pressure cuff from your arm.

Frowning you answered, “Um no…no, I’m on birth control, so I shouldn’t be”.

“Do you mind if we do a quick test just to tick it off of the list? All you need to do is pee in this cup and I’ll dip a test strip into it”.

You wobbled to the toilet on unsteady feet, realising this is probably the first time you’d properly walked in days because the boys insisted on carrying you everywhere. As you used the toilet, you didn’t think anything of the test, leaving the cup on the side for the doctor and returning back to bed, wondering if he’s going to give you some antibiotics or just see how you get on over the next few days.

After a few minutes, your eyes were closed but you could hear the Doctor returning so you asked, “So, do you think it’s just the flu like I said-”

“It’s not the flu, your test was positive”.

Your eyes snap open to look at him, sitting up and feeling dizzy but ignoring it, “what? What do you mean it’s positive?”

Doctor Bruce held up the little white strip that had two purple lines on it. You looked between the test and his face as he calmly smiled, “You’re pregnant”.

“What if the test is wrong? Can we do it again?” Thankfully he didn’t fight you on this and gave you the packet of tests, you grabbed two and stumbled back to the bathroom. Both strips gave the exact result and now it felt like your heart was coming out of your mouth it was pounding so hard and loudly in your ears.

“Take a deep breath for me”, Doctor Banner calmly instructed as he placed a steady hand on your back in case you needed extra support. You took a few deep breaths, not even realising that you had been holding your breath. Gripping onto the bathroom side, you began to feel dizzy again so he helped you back to bed waiting until you were settled before continuing.

“This explains your symptoms, I’d say you were in your early stages of pregnancy so we’ll book an appointment with the midwife tomorrow and sort out things like a scan. You may feel that your symptoms get worse over the next few weeks and if they do, you can always call me back but otherwise, stay rested and take it easy”.

You were only half listening. Midwife? Scans? Symptoms getting worse? There was so much for your brain to process. There was an actual baby inside of your body right now, a part of you and… who? Your anxiety was increasing with each second as you tried to let the words sink in as the Doctor packed his stuff away. Did you want to have a baby right now? You had always wanted kids but were you even ready at this stage of your life but then again… was anyone ready for a baby when they were accidentally knocked up?

Then the knocked-up by who question echoed through your thoughts. You obviously didn’t know if the baby was Steve's or Bucky’s, so would they be upset about this? If it was planned at least there could be some way you could arrange who to have sex with to know for sure but now… you were all in the dark about the paternity. You didn’t care if it was Steve or Bucky, you were always a trio in every sense of the word but now that this was your reality, would they be pissed off? And were they even ready for kids? The business took so much of their time and was still very dangerous but this was bound to happen eventually as you all wanted children.

Bucky and Steve had always been very open that they wanted kids, especially Bucky with his affection name for you being ‘mama’, he often would talk about his fantasy of seeing you barefoot and pregnant with his kid. So, at least you knew they were on the same page about wanting to have children but now it was the stress of is now the right time and who was the father of the baby?

You were vaguely aware of the Doctor bidding his farewells, “I’ll speak to you tomorrow and I’ll let you tell your partners the good news”. You offered a half-assed wave to him as he left, before staring at your hands in your lap, completely petrified for the next few minutes.

Steve and Bucky wandered in a few beats later, sitting on either side of you on the bed but you couldn’t look them in the eye, trying desperately to hold it together.

“Everything ok, Doll? The Doc didn’t tell us what was wrong, just said you would explain”, Bucky asked, stroking a finger down your arm to try and soothe you but it was enough to make you break.

You burst into tears, hiding your face in your hands.

“Honey? What is it? Talk to us”, Steve encouraged, attempting to pull your hands away from  your face but you held them there tightly so instead, he pulled your body into his lap, your legs over his thighs so that you could hide your face into his chest, the sobs building in intensity and everything was just so overwhelming. You were excited, scared, relieved but nervous, it was a lot to handle.

Steve and Bucky encouraged you to talk to them both, becoming more unsettled with your increasing hysterics. It took a few minutes to calm down, and it helped as Bucky held both your hands, rubbing circles into your skin and Steve wrapped his arms around your shoulders, holding you close to his body. You decided it was better to just tell them than keep it to yourself any longer.

With your face still pressed into Steve’s face, you whispered “I’m pregnant”, however, it was so muffled and quiet that neither man heard you.

“What was that sweetheart?”, Steve asked, trying to pull you away enough that both men could see your tear-stained face.

The words sounded strange coming from your mouth as you kept your head hanging lowly, mumbling, “I’m pregnant”.

You knew that they had heard this time by the way both completely froze, not even breathing as they processed the news. Bucky finally whispered, “What?”

You still couldn’t look at him, scared you’d see disappointment or anger in his eyes.

“Are you sure?” Steve asked in such a faint voice you were shocked it was even from him.

Nodding your head at his question you explained, “We checked a couple of times, he thinks I’m still in my early pregnancy but-ah!”

You jumped as Bucky all but tackled you and Steve, his lips kissing every part of your face that he could reach and when he pulled back enough to cup your cheeks, you took in the glowing grin on his face, his eyes twinkling with love as he shouted, “you’re pregnant! We’re having a baby!”

Steve then seemed to snap out of his initial shock and his arms tightened and lifted your body further up so he could kiss your face just as happily as Bucky before nuzzling into your neck, breathing you in, “I love you so much sweetheart, I can’t believe it! Wait, why were you crying, are you not excited?”

He relaxed his hold on you so that they could both see you properly and you had room to look at them both. “I... I am excited! I just wasn’t sure how you would both react as I don’t know which of you is the dad-”

Bucky leans across and kisses your lips quickly cutting off your sentence, the grin still broad across his face, “I don’t fucking care, if the baby has my genes or Steve’s, we’re all in this together, remember? That’s what we’ve agreed on”.

“So you aren’t upset?” you wanted to clarify.

“Fuck no hot mama… and you’re actually going to be a mama! This little bean is ours, all of ours!”

You were crying again with relief, “you really mean that?”

His eyes softened, kissing the corner of your mouth, “Of course I do”.

“We both mean it, I�� I can’t believe it, I’ve always wanted to be a Dad”, Steve admitted, kissing your temple and as you looked up, you could see his eyes glistening with unshed tears which only made you smile and cry harder.

Steve made the move first, lowering his hand over your abdomen, resting over your stomach where there was no bump yet but knowing there was something growing inside you, he couldn’t help the relieved gasp. Bucky was quick to cover his hand and yours on the top so the three of you were feeling where the baby would be. “I can’t believe we’re going to be parents!”

The next few days were a whirlwind of excitement and unimaginable joy whilst also still feeling relatively unwell, especially feeling more exhausted as you wanted to buy every pregnancy book and read them all but soon fell asleep with it open in your lap.

Then there was Steve and Bucky who could not contain their excitement, going above and beyond for you, especially with you still feeling ill. They would cook and feed you, if you were too tired, refill your glasses of water, constantly ask if you were comfortable and more than happy to fetch another pillow if needed. Not only this, but their levels of affection had increased massively, whispering their love for you at any opportunity, holding your hands, and lots of kisses, it was so nice to feel this level of love when going through such a life-changing experience.

Both of them had been just as motivated to read about pregnancy, birth, babies, and the whole lot from A to Z, they researched everything that was possible and then gave you the rundown on what your bodily changes would be including what you couldn’t eat, vowing to not eat the same items until you could which you didn’t seem necessary but appreciated the gesture.

Then there was the excitement of going to the Midwife’s appointment and it all became so much more real again, especially being able to book the ultrasound scan. This was where you found out that you were 8 weeks and 3 days and the entire world seemed to pause around the three of you as you watched your baby's tiny heartbeat on the screen.

To say you all cried was an understatement, all of you not taking your eyes off of the scan picture that was provided, the little bean was so tiny, only just being able to tell the outline of its arms and legs. Now it felt official. You, Steve and Bucky were going to have a baby.

Many things changed including protection that increased tenfold. Security around your home doubled and you had not only Sam Wilson as your bodyguard but also Natasha. Not only this but if you attending the business or in public, Steve and Bucky would crowd around you, almost like a human shield, their overprotective instincts on overdrive, even from people who were just at the check-outs in stores. Sam and Natasha were confused by the sudden dynamic intensity and it was hard to keep it all a secret but you had all decided to wait just a little while longer and continue with your unknown illness excuse just until the baby had grown a little bit bigger.

This was something else that you had to get used to with adjusting to the many bodily changes you were going through to adapt to growing this baby. A few days following the scan, you’d come downstairs to Steve cooking you scrambled eggs which were your usual favourite breakfast but as soon as you smelt those cooking eggs, you were gagging and rushing to the toilet, throwing up violently.

Your eyes were watering as you finally stopped emptying your stomach but still gagging as you could smell the lingering eggs in the air. A warm hand rubbed circles over your back, Steve’s apologetic voice came from behind you, “Sorry, baby. No more eggs”.

This was the first instance of vomiting and it wasn’t just eggs, as every single day you would be throwing up and then feeling extremely tired afterwards that you weren’t able to do much throughout the day but be with your head in the toilet or lying in bed. The boys were almost glued to your side during this time, worried that you weren’t keeping enough food or drinks down and even had to call Doctor Banner back just to check you weren’t too dehydrated.

Thankfully you hadn’t needed to go into hospital as your vomiting subsided but the nausea remained for a while.

“You sure she’s ok? She’s looking a little peaky,” Sam commented to Steve one day as he came to help guard the house and was having his lunch with you all but he took one look at you and knew something wasn’t right, even as you forced the sandwich into your mouth, making sure to still eat for you and baby… not that Sam knew about the baby.

“Yeah, she’s fine Sam, thanks for checking though and we appreciate the extra hours you’re doing”, Steve responded with a thankful grip on his friend's shoulder.

“It’s no problem man, just worried for her that’s all, don’t really understand what’s going on with you all, especially with the extra security and whatnot and I feel like I’ve hardly spoken to her for a few weeks now. Just want you to know I’m always here if you ever need anything”.

You felt guilty when Steve later told you what Sam had said, feeling bad that you were keeping it secret but it was only for a few more weeks.

Luckily, you had found the special trick to help your nausea as suggested by a friend: lavender! After sitting with a bag of dried lavender for a couple of hours and not feeling nauseous, Steve and Bucky were quick to fill the entire house with lavender-scented items including candles and sprays, even having some in the car and it helped to settle your nausea massively.

But, as soon as one symptom passed, another would be replacing the uncomfortable feeling. The next was your breasts becoming incredibly painful and sore, even if you accidentally knocked them when putting on a bra or rolling over in your sleep, it was agony. Your boyfriends were even more careful with you during this phase, getting ice to hold against them during particularly painful moments and being careful to give you enough room when asleep.

A couple of weeks later was the first day you noticed the little bean kicking, at first it felt like maybe gas, almost like there were butterflies fluttering in your tummy but then you finally realised what it was. The feeling grew stronger with each day as well as the size of your growing stomach which was something Steve and Bucky were going absolutely feral for. They would take pictures each week to show your progression and would constantly be placing their hands on your stomach, even if the bump wasn’t that noticeable just yet.

The midwife recommended talking to the baby at one point so every night, you would sit with a shirt off and Steve and Bucky would lie on either side of you, taking it in turns to tell stories, sing their favourite songs and lay sweet kisses along the growing bump. One day, Bucky was telling the little bean about the time he and Steve snuck into a movie theatre when the skin under his cheek poked out as the baby kicked him in the face. Bucky sat up with excitement, it being the first time he had properly felt the baby move as he cooed, “there's our strong baby, good job little bean!”

“You hit the right dad as well”, Steve joked causing Bucky to smack him in the shoulder.

“Don’t listen to Dad, listen to Pops, I’m right here to make everything’s ok”, Bucky continued to speak sweetly to your stomach.

Your heart swelled at the difference in names that he had seemed to pick, “is that what you’d like to be called?” you asked them both, stroking a finger across each of their cheeks, feeling the stubble beneath.

“It’s perfect”, Steve beamed, kissing your stomach again.

Now it was your 20-week scan, Baby was so much bigger, you couldn’t believe the difference those weeks had made since the last scan. Now it was really starting to look like a baby with longer limbs and you were even able to find out the gender, however, you had wanted to wait to find out, liking the thought of it being announced at the birth.

With these beautiful new prints of the scans, you finally wanted to tell people, beginning with your closest friends.

It was a casual lunchtime meal at the office. You sat at the large table in between Steve and Bucky, with Sam and Natasha sitting opposite, all idly talking and eating the take-out that Steve had bought. However you had opted for a different meal: 4 packs of salt and vinegar chips and a tub of tomatoes - both were your latest cravings.

Sam eyed your food wearily, “Interesting mix you’ve got there, boss lady?”

Your only response was smiling with your cheeks full of tomatoes as Bucky placed his hand over your thigh. You knew he wanted to put his hand on your stomach but you hadn’t told either of the people across the table just yet and even though your bump was starting to become noticeable now, you were trying to hide it behind baggy shirts but even that was becoming difficult. You were in desperate need of some new trousers as well as the button was digging into your skin as you shifted uncomfortably, looking at each of your boys, feeling antsy with excitement as well.

“Can we tell them? I really need to take off my trousers, I’m feeling really claustrophobic”.

Sam frowned at your random sentence, confused by what you meant however it was Natasha’s reaction that sparked your interest as she smirked, leaning back in her chair with a tilt of the head. You looked at her with a gaped-open mouth, pointing your finger at her, “You already know! Who told her?” you asked, looking between Bucky and Steve.

“Wasn’t me”, they both responded at the same time, holding up their hands as you eyed them both suspiciously.

Natasha leaned forward in her chair, “did you really think that I wouldn’t notice? I’m offended Sugar, it’s in my job description to be observant. In fact, you should be asking if Sam is right to keep this job if he can’t notice something this obvious”, she teased the man sitting next to her who still looked just as confused as before.

You laugh at Sam’s reaction, looking to Steve who handed you the sealed cards. You happily took them, standing from your chair and feeling Bucky’s hand on your lower back to help and then walked around the table, giving them both a card each. It wasn’t anything special or elaborate, but it had a picture of the latest scan with the statement: “Update to your job title; bodyguard & uncle/auntie”.

You’d never heard the high-pitched tone from Sam ever before as he quickly stood, his chair squeaking across the floor as he shouted, “What?!” He turned to you, looking between you, the picture and Steve and Bucky, “Really?!”

You pulled the back of your shirt so the material was tight to your front, showing off your growing bump, grinning as he shouted “Congratulations!”, before pulling you into a huge hug, careful of your belly but rocking the two of you on the spot a few times and kissing your temple, “I can’t believe I’m going to be an uncle again!”

Sam was then pushed aside, giving room for Natasha, “Move it, Wilson, I want to meet my niece or nephew”, Sam didn’t mind being moved as he rushed around to embrace Steve and Bucky.

Natasha hugged you tightly, and you were able to ask, “How long have you known?”

“A couple of weeks, you aren’t as subtle as you think at hiding things. I mean, you’ve hardly been awake enough to have a conversation, this is the most lively I’ve seen you in nearly a month. And that's without the new obsessive protecting from Steve and Bucky, how they’re always touching you and the weird food you’re eating, it’s more noticeable than you think it is”. She pulls back to put her hands on your growing bump, “how many weeks are you?”

“20 weeks and 5 days, I can feel the little bean moving more with each day, I feel so big already and I’m not even showing that much considering I’m only halfway through my pregnancy”. Natasha grinned hearing this, looking at your little bump. “Now you both know, I can take off my pants without being judged”, you groaned as you undid your jeans button, utter relief when they were completely removed from your body and felt free, your shirt was long enough that it stopped mid-thigh so you weren’t too unmodest.

Bucky had snuck behind you, his arms wrapping around to rest on your stomach as he kissed your cheek. Natasha smiled watching the embrace as she remarked, “Guess you got what you wanted all along Barnes, now you can call her mama and she actually is one”.

“Mmm absolutely”, Bucky nuzzled into your neck, the sensation making you laugh as it tickled, turning to shy away from his attack but he only held you tighter until you melted into his arms.

Steve and Sam joined your little gathering and Sam jokingly asked, “So if the baby’s a boy, can we name him Sam?”

You were so thankful for the news being out, especially as this meant that you could go baby clothes shopping with Sam and Natasha, finding little outfits that you could surprise your boyfriends with. It was one of the only things you were able to do for them to show your appreciation as they did so much for you throughout your pregnancy.

Your cravings continued to become stronger with each day and often found yourself waking in the middle of the night to find something to quench the craving for something acidic and sour taste you needed so desperately it felt like your world was going to end if you didn’t eat it right then and there. On multiple occasions, Steve or Bucky would come downstairs in the early hours of the morning to find you sitting on the kitchen floor, your belly round and exposed, hating feeling material against your skin, and a scattering of different foods surrounding you, a happy smile on your face.

“You ok down there beautiful?” they would ask with grins that matched yours and with your heightened emotions you would be crying before long, reaching for them to come and sit with you which they would do eagerly, pulling your body in between there legs and kissing away your tears, “don’t cry pretty girl, I’ve got you”.

If you ever run out of your favourite cravings, they would drive to the store and you were buzzing to go along for the ride in the middle of the night, fully awake and ready for the night time adventure only to fall asleep before getting to the store.

Entering into the third trimester, your belly was round and heavy, things for sure were becoming more difficult for you as the little bean grew. There were small excitements still like attending antenatal classes with your boyfriends who were taking their role as dad and pops  very seriously, you’d never seen them concentrate so hard before.

“You’re doing the boss face again”, you whispered to Steve as he correctly wrapped the baby doll in a blanket. Steve's features softened immediately as he sheepishly looked at you from the corner of his eye.

“I’m just trying to concentrate”, he mumbled, eyes returning to looking at the doll, his fingers trembling slightly as he continued wrapping steadily.

Reaching across you grabbed his hands, keeping your voice low to keep the conversation between the two of you, “I’m scared too, but you’re going to be a great dad, Steve, you’ll be ok”.

This was a little pep talk you needed to have with both Bucky and Steve on numerous occasions as they began panicking that this was actually happening and whilst you reminded them there was nothing they could do to take back the growing baby in your belly, it was ok to have nerves, but everything would come to them with time, they needed to stay strong, especially as you were also sort of beginning to lose it.

Your body was really changing to accommodate the growing little bean. Your hands and feet were swollen until your shoes couldn’t fit anymore and god…the heartburn was excruciating, and nearly as painful as the kicks to the ribs. There was never a moment where you weren’t out of breath, even standing to pour cereal into a bowl took all of your energy and you’d be sighing in relief as you sat down. Your hips hurt, your back was in agony, and the pregnancy fun had well and truly finished.

This was where the boys really shined through as they would massage your hands and feet, they would be more then happy to cook or grab anything for you, picking things off of the ground, finding clothes that might fit and then there were their compliments which was one thing keeping you going.

Steve and Bucky could not get enough of seeing you pregnant, “you’re glowing honey, pregnancy suits you so much, my love”. You never felt like you were glowing and would describe yourself instead as a huge, hungry, tired monster but the way the boys looked at you, put those negative thoughts to the back of your mind.

From the moment you woke up to the second sleep would invade your consciousness, they would remind you of their love, needing you to fully comprehend how much they appreciated you growing their baby, you were doing so much for them, putting your body through it, for all of you, for the little bean.

Their words definitely helped when you began to feel needier in more than one way as your hormones caused your arousal to be one-minute non-existence and the next feeling nearly overwhelmed with how badly you needed to touch them and be touched. Thankfully with how obsessed they were with you during your pregnancy, they were more than happy to deliver. Hands would be all over, their lips leaving words of affirmation against your warm skin, being careful not to be to rough and more than happy if you wanted to take control and do whatever you wanted to them.

You had to be honest and say you never felt more loved up before. Even with the gang still in full operation, they were able to look after you as their number one priority, even through your emotional breakdowns, or weird pregnancy habits that had you thinking you were slightly insane but they never judged once.

For example, towards the end of your pregnancy, you had a completely immense craving to chew on your bath sponge every time you sat in the large bathtub. So when one day Steve walked in with a freshly warmed-up towel and caught you mid-chew with staring eyes, you expected his reaction to being anything but a soft smile, “You having fun in there, baby?”

Pulling the sponge out of your mouth slowly you nervously answered, “I uh… I don’t really know how to explain…”

Steve held up a hand, “You don’t have to explain anything, whatever makes you happy and I think I’ve read in a book that sometimes pregnant women can have cravings like this, whatever makes you happy”.

As your due date closened, you sat in the centre of the large bed, watching Bucky shuffle his way through your clothes, trying to find the right things to pack for your hospital bag. “What about this?” he asked, holding up a pair of your normal jeans.

“They haven’t fit me in four months, Bucky”, you laughed, shaking your head. “I need pyjamas or baggy shirts, things that can be easily taken on and off, maybe you should just leave Steve to do it”, you suggested whilst holding out your arms.

Bucky shrugged, dropping the jeans and jumping onto the bed, making you squeal with the bed moving up and down before he had his hands against your bump, kissing the tip of your nose. “Not long until we meet you little bean”, he was rewarded with a kick against his metal palm that had you wincing. “Hello baby, I love feeling you kick so much but be gentle to Mama she’s doing such a good job with keeping you safe”, he leaned down to kiss your belly as your fingers delved into his hair.

“It’s ready!”, Steve shouted from another room, catching both of your attention. Bucky jumped up first and then helped you to stand, keeping his hand on your lower back as you wobbled to the spare room that Steve and Bucky had been decorating as the nursery. It was something you had left them in charge of organising, not having the energy over the last nine months to even think about decorating and Steve and Bucky were more than excited to take on the job and so far had kept it secret from your prying eyes.

As you looked around the room, tears swelled in your eyes instantly, reaching to hold onto Steve and Bucky, praising, “It’s perfect!”. There was a beautiful baby cot, pictures of the three of you surrounding the ultrasound scan photograph on the wall, a painting you knew Steve had done, and a rocking chair in the corner that Bucky had claimed as his for the night feeds he’d volunteered himself for.

Now it was all just a waiting game.

“You’re doing it again”, Bucky commented from where he stood in the entryway to your home having returned from the office a few days later.

“No, I’m not, I’m just cleaning-”.

“Nesting… You’re nesting, Doll”, Bucky reminded you, taking away the cloth from your hands and throwing it to the side so he could hold your shoulders and kiss your temple. “Go and rest, you’ve only got a few days left!”

You roll your eyes as you leaned into his warmth, your bump touching him first as you hugged around his chest, “Bucky most babies aren’t born on their due dates you know, I just want to make sure everything is perfect around the house and ready”.

“Everything IS perfect, please just rest”. You relented to him, feeling tired already from the ten minutes of standing, moving to sit on the couch when a period cramp suddenly began in your lower abdomen, causing you to scrunch your face up in pain, especially as it was followed by a large kick to the ribs.

“Woah, are you ok?” Bucky asked, his hand cupping your cheek.

“Yeah, probably Braxton hicks or something, it’s fine”, you say, finally sitting down and putting your feet on the small table. Bucky didn’t seem convinced and continued to be a mother hen throughout the rest of the night, even though the pains subsided after you had a nice warm bath.

As your due date came and went, you were becoming restless, needing the baby out, feeling overwhelmed with how big you felt, wanting to meet the baby and hating waiting around. It wasn’t like you hadn’t tried everything either. Eating spicy foods, and going for walks, especially up and down the stairs which was incredibly uncomfortable with how low the little bean’s head was sitting in your pelvis. You’d even had sex a few times, Bucky was more than happy to hear that nipple stimulation could induce labour but still, nothing happened.

Those period cramps would come and go throughout these days as well, getting your hopes up before they disappeared and still, no signs that your labour was even happening. 

On the fourth day following your due date, you awoke suddenly in the middle of the night to another period cramp that started in your lower back and spread around to your front. Even though this felt different,  you didn’t want to wake the boys and get theirs or your hopes up as you tried to slide out of bed without waking them to use the bathroom for what felt like the tenth time that night.

“You ok, baby?” Steve asked, his eyes still closed but his hand reached for you in the darkness.

“Yeah I’m, ok, go back to sleep Steve”, you encouraged, touching the back of his hand before pushing yourself up and waddling to the toilet, using it and then realising just how wide awake you were and the dull ache of the pains still lingered so you decided to run a warm bath. During the time that it was filling up, you had another pain which took longer to subside but this was always how it started with the intensity increasing but after the bath, it usually stopped. 

However, even as you let the warm water settle over your body, easing your muscles but the pains continued but at least the little bean was lovely and happy as he or she gave you a powerful kick to your ribs. The next pain had you gritting your teeth, eyes clenching closed as you held onto the side of the tub, waiting for it to pass but this pain lasted for nearly a full minute, and you decided maybe it was time to take some pain relief.

Standing and awkwardly climbing out of the bath, you dried your body and picked up your night dress to pull over your head when another pain came and took your breath away, your stomach hardening and causing you to moan lowly, bending over to blow the pain away.

“Honey?” Steve shouted from the bathroom having heard your moan as he waited for you to come back to bed. You couldn’t answer him as the pain consumed you, and he was rushing to be by your side, Bucky following closely behind him. Steve rubbed your back slowly as your pain finally began to ease so that you could look up at them both.

“Wow, that one was strong”.

“You ok? Can we get you anything?” Bucky asked, stepping forward with worry etched on his face.

“I’m ok.... I think… I don’t want to get my hopes up that this isn’t contractions but fuck, it hurt like hell”, you muttered, bending over to pick up your dress from the floor and then a trickle of clear liquid dripped down the inside of your leg. All three of you noticed as you tentatively looked up, “Is it bad that I can’t tell if I’ve just wet myself or if that’s my waters…”.

Neither of your worried boyfriends had time to answer as another painful wave came and had you doubling over, leaning your head against the sink. Steve was quick to grab you and let you lean against his strong body, remembering what he had learned from the antenatal appointments to help you through the pains, “That’s it baby, breath in and out, nice and slow”. It helped to listen and ground yourself through the pain as Bucky’s cold metal hand rubbed against your lower back, helping to ease the intense pressure from the baby.

The pain lasted for the same amount of time as the previous one and the clear liquid, which was definitely not urine, had gushed out more, forming a small puddle onto the floor. “Ok, I think it’s time we call someone”, you decided.

Bucky kissed the back of your head as he ran to get the phone and Steve helped you to pull your shirt on, his thumb brushing your chin as he sensed your anxieties, “You’re going to do amazing my love, we’ll be with you every step of the way”.

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Between the pages of a journal

Pairing: Stucky x 40s!Reader

Summary: You had been in a relationship with Steve and Bucky up until the time they went off to war only to lose them both. Years later when Steve and Bucky have reunited the receive the letters and journals you had written. Through them they learn about your life without them.

word count: 6.0k

Warnings: character death, the blip/snap, implied domestic violence, major angst, some fluff... let me know if I forgot something.

A/N: Not really sure how I feel about the ending but over all I loved writing this and I hope you like it too.

Steve stood with a bouquet of your favorite flowers in his hands as he looked down at the slightly dirty headstone. One that sat towards the back of the small cemetery with your name on it. His fingers trace over your name after placing the flowers down. The date of your death mocks him. It was the day he woke up. The day that he had come back to life was the day yours had ended. In fact the difference had only been a few hours from the time that you closed your eyes for the last time and the time he opened his. 

On good days Steve was grateful for that. You didn’t have to watch him walk back into your life looking as he did all those years ago while you were stuck in a bed, withering away. Wishing you had been able to live the life they had both promised you. On bad days he hated he didn’t get to say goodbye. But he had already been through the process of seeing someone he loved die when Bucky fell off the train. He wasn’t sure he would be able to do that with you. It had been you who begged him not to go. The fear in your eyes when Bucky got his orders still haunts him and it doubled when he told you he had been accepted. Now all that Steve has is the headstone with your name on it to grieve for both of his greatest loves. And he did it often.

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Hope. 

Something Steve hadn’t felt in a long time. It bloomed in his chest the longer he looked at his long lost love. But just as quickly it faded.

“Bucky?” Steve stood in the middle of the street. Chaos erupting all around as he looked at the brunette with confusion and concern. 

“Who the hell is Bucky?” 

Just as quickly as he was there, Bucky was gone. Steve tried to look for him but there was no use. He had been arrested along with Nat and Sam. 

If there was one single word to describe Steve Rogers at the moment it would be determined. As much as it hurt that his oldest friend and lover didn’t recognize him. Steve knew he had to save Bucky. If not for him than for you. It was one of the promises he made to you the morning he left. He would keep Bucky safe and they would come back home to you. At least now he could keep half of the promise. 

The next time Steve would see Bucky it would be in a helicarrier. Blow by blow Steve tried to remind Bucky of who he was, what they meant to each other. In the end Bucky walked away after saving Steve. Still it was better knowing he was out and free than knowing that he was still under hydra’s control. 

It would take some time but eventually Steve would find Bucky once again. With time and help, Bucky was free of hydra’s control and they slowly rebuilt their relationship. Soon Bucky began to remember you as well. 

Now Steve didn’t feel so lost or so alone. The ache of loss was still there but it was made easier when he was able to turn in bed and find Bucky asleep next to him. 

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There were many things Bucky and Steve needed to adjust to in the modern times they were now living in. Being able to love each other without fear of being persecuted was a liberating experience. So they found themselves walking hand in hand on a beautiful Saturday afternoon through a small park in Brooklyn. The same park that the three of you frequented when you didn’t have anywhere else to go. 

You always packed a picnic and your journal, Bucky always had a new book to read out loud and Steve always had his sketchbook and pencils. There was one specific tree the three of you preferred to sit under. It was close to a small pond with the best shade and it was surrounded by bushes which afforded you the privacy the three of you craved.

 While to the outside world it looked like you were being chaperoned by Steve while on a date with Bucky, the reality was that you were dating them both. This little corner of the park allowed the three of you to be free to love, touch and kiss each other as you wished. 

It was this tree that provided cover for the three of you so long ago that Steve and Bucky came to look for now. Where Bucky carved your initials in the trunk within a heart. They hoped the tree was still there and they were gladly surprised that it was, initials included. The only difference though was the fact that there was a wrought iron bench in the once cleared space. Steve and Bucky make their way over.

“Y/N, would have loved to have a bench here.” Steve commented as he sat down. 

Bucky hummed in agreement as he inspected the small plaque screwed into the armrest. 

“Steve, look at this.” 

The blond leans over to look at the inscription. His breath catches in his throat.

‘Til the end of the line. 

A couple of tears hit the small plaque. Steve’s chin rests on Bucky’s shoulder and his arm wraps around the latter’s waist. They both just take a moment to look at it and appreciate that you had taken time and money to have this placed here in their honor. It felt like fate mocked them now that it was them that used this bench to remember you. For the remainder of their time in that park Steve and Bucky talk about their past, especially about you. 

“Remember when she chased Tommy Phillips down the street with a broom?” Steve chuckled but it took Bucky a moment before he smiled.

“He kept following her home, right? Always tried to ask her out whenever we weren’t there to walk with her.” 

“She ran right by me and only stopped because that cop was on the corner.”

Their smiles fade after a moment. 

“I wish she were here. She would definitely love all this shit.” Bucky said as he waved his hand around vaguely. 

Steve moved closer and gave Bucky a quick chaste kiss on the cheek before resting his head on Bucky’s shoulder. The blond took a deep breath before looking up at his love through his lashes. 

“It’s rude to stare.” 

“Well it’s not my fault you’re handsome.” Steve’s compliment makes Bucky blush. 

“There’s something I want to talk to you about.” 

“What is it?” 

“I think it’s time we go see her. I know she’ll want to see you.” 

Bucky looked up at him with a pained expression.

“What if she hates me?”

“She would never. She’s called me everyday since she heard you were alive.” 

“Ok, we’ll go.”

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“Are you sure I look ok?” Bucky asked as the couple stood in front of a door waiting for someone to answer their knocks. 

“You look great baby, and trust me she’ll just be happy to see you.” 

Steve had cupped Bucky’s face with his hands and leaned in to give him a kiss. 

“What the fuck is going on here?” 

They parted at the voice.

“Hey, watch your mouth.” 

“I can say the same about you James.”

A staring contest happened until Bucky looked down.

“I’ve missed you, Becca.” Bucky said as he looked at his younger yet older sister. She was shorter and her hair was fully gray. The wrinkles were evidence of the time that had passed but the mischievous glint in her eyes told a different story. 

She opened her arms and her brother gladly accepted the embrace. 

It had been a shock to Bucky to learn that he had one living relative. Well one living sister, he of course knew of the kids all three of his sisters had but he couldn’t seek them out. Mostly for safety but truly he kept his distance because of his guilt. Who would want someone like him in their family? 

When they finally pull away from each other in a hug that felt that lasted years and seconds at the same time, Becca cupped Bucky’s cheek softly. Her thumb moved back and forth on his cheek as he leaned into her touch. This time her eyes were full of tears and relief.

“I’ve missed you too. Now come in, we have so much to talk about.” She had grabbed Bucky’s hand like she did when she was younger and they had to cross the street. 

They made their way into Becca’s cozy living room and sat down. Steve took the armchair while Bucky and Becca sat together on the couch. The latter started telling both of them everything they missed after they had disappeared, from meeting her late husband to her children and grandchildren. There were tears and laughs exchanged. 

“I think we should head out Becs. But I’ll come by again soon.” Bucky promised as they all got up and headed towards the door. 

“You’re both welcome anytime.” 

They stop at the door, Bucky and then Steve hug Becca. Before the door is opened Becca speaks up again.

“Oh I can’t believe I almost forgot. I have something for you.” Becca shuffled along into the hallway and opened a door to a closet. “I’ll need your help Buck.” 

He walks up behind her and she points towards two boxes high up on a shelf. Bucky pulls the first one down and hands it over to Steve before grabbing the second one. 

“What’s in here?” Steve asks, his curiosity piqued.

“Letters and journals. They all belonged to Y/N. She wrote the letters whenever she missed you and you know she wrote in her journals all the time.”

Bucky and Steve looked at each other and then back at Becca.

“Why did you keep them?” 

“Because she asked me too. The day she passed, I was with her and she asked me if I could hold on to them. Maybe someone would want to know about the love she had for both of you. It broke my heart when it was announced you were back.” She turned to Steve. “She would have loved to see you one last time.” 

“What happened to her?” 

“I’m surprised you didn’t ask earlier.” 

“We never stop thinking about her but it hurts to know she isn’t here anymore.” Steve says with a sad smile.

“When we were informed that you were both gone she was a wreck. Ma forced her to move in with us so that we could be there for her. She would stay up in your room for hours just writing. We could hear Y/N crying for hours on end. This was just her way of coping.”

Both men thanked her again and they were gone. On their way to their shared apartment in Brooklyn they didn’t really talk, each of them holding a box under their arm. It was heavier than anything they’ve carried in the past. It was all that was left of you.

They didn’t know it yet but their heart would break with every single letter or entry of your journal they read.

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March 10th, 1945

My love,

I received your letter last night. I’m so sorry you had to go through that alone. You know Bucky wouldn’t blame you, and neither do I. But please, if not for yourself than for me, take care of yourself. I don’t care that you have that serum, don't do anything reckless. We’ve already lost Bucky, I don’t know if I’d be able to live knowing I lost you too. 

I know you think the Barnes’ hate you but they don’t, they’re just as worried about you as they were about their son. They know how much we love Bucky and they can’t wait for you to come back home. 

I love you so much. I can’t wait to see you again.

Love, 

Y/N

P.S. I’m with you til the end of the line.

Steve tried and failed to swallow the lump in his throat, the tears won as they slowly trailed down his cheek and onto the aged paper. It was a response to the letter he had sent you, telling you about Bucky’s death. He felt so much guilt then, still did from time to time. Once Bucky was free of hydra’s hold he reassured Steve he wasn’t to blame. 

Steve was sure you’d blame him too. But the return to sender stamp with the date on the envelope the letter had gotten to him too late. It was just a day after he had crashed the plane into the ocean. Now decades later you gave him peace. Somehow he felt that it wasn’t fair. 

That night Bucky held Steve close. Placing soft kisses on his cheek and whispering sweet nothings in his ear. 

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Normally when they didn’t have missions or early training both men loved to stay in bed, pretend the time they were living in wasn’t real, that you’d walk in through the door at any moment and take your place in between them. That your lips would search for theirs and your hands would roam their bodies as gently but demanding as they did before. 

This time when Steve woke up the spot next to him was empty. He got up and walked toward the living room, the closer he got the more he could hear small sobs and sniffles. When he rounded the corner he found Bucky sitting in the middle of the room. Letters and journals sat open around him. Bucky was currently reading a journal and when he heard Steve’s footsteps he looked up. His eyes were rimmed red, it was obvious he had been there a while. 

“What are you reading?” 

“Nothing.” Bucky held the notebook close to his chest. 

“If it’s nothing then I should be able to read it too.” 

Bucky shook his head as his grip on the journal tightened. He averted his eyes when Steve sat beside him and held his hand out. Reluctantly the brunette moved to hand the notebook over but stopped. 

“You have to remember she was grieving when she wrote it.” 

May 3rd, 1945

 What did I do to deserve this? We were supposed to be planning the rest of our lives. Now I have to plan two funerals. The only thing in those matching empty coffins was my heart. 

What am I supposed to do now? Everything I had planned was with Steve and Bucky. 

 I hate not knowing what comes next and I hate them for making me love them. How could they do this to me? How could they leave me alone?

Steve put the journal down and sighed. He remembers going to the cemetery and finding the headstone that was being removed with his name on it, the one to his left was Bucky’s. He’d never allowed himself to put too much thought into what that must have been like for you. Mostly because he would break his own heart thinking about you mourning them alone. He knew it wasn’t fair and there was nothing that he could do to make it right. 

After that day they became obsessed with your writing. There were years worth of it but they decided to pace themselves. Instead of sitting down and reading for hours they instead decided to read one letter and one journal entry a day. 

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July 4th, 1945

Dear Stevie,

Happy birthday my Love. I miss you so much but I find some comfort in knowing that at least you and Bucky are together somewhere, hopefully looking down on me. I went to the park today for the first time since you both went off to war. It’s not the same without you here but it was a beautiful day, you would have liked it.  

I signed up for an art class and it went as well as you would expect. Everything at my station, except the canvas had paint on it. Even my dress. But I think you’d be proud that I went for it. The little painting I managed to make is hanging up in the living room next to yours. If only we had convinced Bucky to paint something I would have a perfect set. 

I’ll never stop loving either of you.

Y/N

P.S. I’m with you til the end of the line.

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Through missions and long days of training recruits, both men carried some of your writing with them. As time went by they noticed your shift from grieving to trying to survive. It was a journey for them reading your struggles in your everyday life. Steve and Bucky would be lying if they said they didn’t have a favorite letter or journal entry. There were some that reminded them of the happy young woman they had fallen for. Those were the ones they carried with them. 

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Bucky had been through a difficult mission. He had been confronted by his past again and he was putting his walls up as he sat away from the rest of the team on the jet. Some of the others tried to talk to him but he just kept quiet and his eyes fixated on the wall ahead of him. Sam quietly walked up to him and placed an envelope on the seat next to him and walked away. That caught Bucky’s attention and he turned to see his name in your handwriting. He picked it up and opened the envelope as carefully as he could until he was able to retrieve the piece of paper out. 

August 25th, 1946

Dear Jamie,

I took the girls to Coney Island today. I know they wished you could have been here with us. Becca and Elizabeth finally convinced Mary to get on the cyclone. It reminded me of when you made Stevie go on and he threw up afterward.

 They had a great time. Maybe next time I’ll try to win something for them at one of those game booths but I’m not as good at them as you.

It was nice to be with them. They’ve grown so much in such a short time. You’d be so proud at how well they’re doing. Elizabeth has started reading all of your books and Mary is starting to like science more. But Becca looks the most like you and she’s taking the role of protective big sister very seriously (wonder where she got that from?). I promise to keep an eye on them since they like getting into trouble from time to time. 

I love you so much,

Y/N

P.S. I’m with you til the end of the line.

Bucky smiled as he imagined poor little Mary on the Cyclone. Then his smile got slightly bigger as he recalled the day you had mentioned. You had been so mad at him for making Steve get on. But it didn’t take much to get on your good side again. 

Bucky finally looked back up, his eyes meeting Sam’s. He nodded in a silent thanks to his teammate.

 It was no secret amongst the Avengers that both men had been in love and dated the same woman at the same time. No one really said anything, except the occasional joke from Tony. Sam and Nat took it upon themselves to ask them questions about you, especially when they seemed to be having a hard time at work. At the mention of your name they could see how the super soldier’s demeanor would instantly change. 

Their shoulders would drop, a small smile would appear on their lips but it was the sense of longing Nat and Sam saw in their eyes that really let them know you meant more to them than being just some girl from their past.

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They had been more than halfway through your journals and letters when they finally found another interesting entry. There was both a sense of relief and a bit of jealousy as they read it.

June 18th, 1950 

I’ve met someone. I’m still not sure how I feel about it but he asked me out on a date. Johnny Richards is his name and he seems kind. Becca has tried to make me say yes that Bucky would want me to move on but I’m not so sure he would, ha! He’d probably pout and cross his arms over his chest and give me his puppy dog eyes to convince me to not go out with him. 

Steve looked up to find Bucky sitting exactly how you had described him and he smiled. 

I think I’m going to say yes though. He’ll never be Steve or Bucky but I think I deserve to find some type of happiness. We’ll just have to see how the first date goes. 

They read the rest of that journal quickly. Your entries talked about how your dates with Johnny were going but mostly they compared him to them. Steve and Bucky weren’t even sure you realized that you were even doing it. With everything Johnny would do for you, you would write down how Steve and Bucky would have done it instead. They found it odd however that the journal was left incomplete. It prompted them to start looking through both boxes again only to come up empty handed. The one thing they did realize was that journal entries picked up in a new notebook with the year 1952. 

“That’s almost two years missing.” Bucky finally said after rechecking everything. A sinking feeling in his chest the longer they searched only to find nothing. 

“We can ask Becca tomorrow. We should get some rest.” 

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The next morning both men head over to Becca’s home hoping to get some answers. However when she opens the door she isn’t surprised to see them. She dreaded the conversation she was going to have with them but she still ushered Steve and Bucky into her living room. 

“What happened to Y/N between mid 1950 and 1952?” Bucky asked, not bothering to sit down. He feared he already knew the answer.

Becca sighed as she reached into the pocket of her robe and produced another letter. She held it out for Bucky to grab. “You should sit.” Is all she said.

December 24th, 1951

Mr. Barnes

Please help me. He keeps hurting me and I don’t think I’ll survive the next time.

Y/N

The writing was sloppy and in the corner there was a faded brown spot. Through tear filled eyes Bucky looked at it closer. 

“Is this blood? Becca, is this her blood?” He looked up at his sister with rage and a pain in his chest nothing would ever be able to get rid of. 

Bucky and Steve had sacrificed their life only for them to find out that their girl had been hurt and they weren’t there to protect her. They hated themselves. Steve more than Bucky because Bucky had been drafted, he didn’t have much of a choice but Steve? Steve had done everything he could to get into the army. He left you alone and for what? 

“When daddy read that letter he was enraged. Called up some old army buddies and they handled it. But Y/N, she was broken in more ways than one. When they got to the house he had beaten her so badly she could barely move. She was in the hospital throughout the new year. When she was released we brought her home again. Then she never left. Y/N took care of Ma and daddy ‘til the day they died.” 

Steve was fully sobbing now. No matter what he would have done, one of the people he loved would end up hurt. If he hadn’t  signed up for the experiment with Erskine, you wouldn’t have been hurt like this but Bucky would still be in with hydra. 

“You can’t blame yourselves.” Becca sighs. “If she could see you now, see that you’re alive and together, that you saved Bucky from those monsters she would be so happy.”

“She suffered the rest of her life because of us. Was she ever truly happy after this?” 

Becca looked away from her brother with a small frown on her face. That was all the confirmation they needed to know that you had never found happiness again. They left without another word to Becca or each other.

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Steve and Bucky didn’t speak for a while. Anger rolled off of them in droves. The issue was that neither of them knew who that anger was directed at. Was it at themselves or each other? The war, the draft, the serum, or the son of a bitch who dared put his hands on you. 

Their relationship suffered, missions almost failed, they were more reckless than usual and it went on like that for weeks. There was no lecture from anyone on the team that could make them see that what they were doing would get them or their teammates killed. 

Steve and Bucky had one moment. A single moment when they realized that they weren’t to blame. They apologized and forgave each other for being cold and distant. It’s not what you would have wanted. Just as they were getting back on track Thanos happened and Steve lost Bucky all over again. 

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5 years later

The team had one chance and they took it. They defeated Thanos. Now Steve has another. He checks himself over again and smoothes out his hair. The day was beautiful just how you said in your letter. Everyone was already celebrating the 4th of July. But as Steve stepped out of the alleyway all he could think about was the conversation he’d he’d with Bucky before he left on his mission to return the stones.

“Don’t do anything stupid until I come back.” Steve said with a smirk.

“How can I? You’re taking all the stupid with you.” Bucky replied as he brought Steve in for a hug. 

Steve pulls back slightly only to connect his lips with Bucky’s. 

“Make sure you find her and make her happy. Don’t worry about me, I’ll be alright.” 

“Don’t worry Buck. Everything will be alright.” Steve smiles before heading up to the platform. 

“I love you.” 

“I love you too, Bucky.” With that final word Steve disappears.

Now here he was just a block away from the park he’d frequented when you were all together. All of the stones were back in place all he needed to do was find you. And that he did. You were sitting on the bench here and Bucky frequented. All of your attention was on the letter you were writing. Steve could recite it from memory now. 

He took a moment to admire your form. You were wearing his favorite dress. The one he bought for your birthday right before he left for the war. Your hair was pinned back the way you loved. Steve smiled, you were more beautiful than he remembered. He finally gathered the courage to step up to you and hoped that this would go well. 

“Is this seat taken?” 

“Yes it is.” You respond without even looking up.

“Are you sure I can’t have a seat kitten?” 

Your head snapped up in the direction of the intruder. His voice had been familiar to you but it couldn’t be who you thought it was. His eyes were so familiar to you but it wasn’t possible because the owner of those beautiful ocean blue eyes had died. Still the sense of familiarity made the ache in your chest lessen and the same of your lover slip from your lips.

“Steve?” 

“Hi sweetheart.” He said as he sat down next to you. 

With hesitant movement you brought your hand up to his cheek. Steve closed his eyes and leaned into your touch. 

“Am I dead?” 

The question made Steve chuckle. “You’re not dead, kitten, I’m really here.” 

The answer made you start to sob uncontrollably and your tears made Steve tear up. He pulls you into a hug and tries to soothe you as best as he can. After some time you finally pull away and look at him. Steve kisses your forehead, then your cheeks and finally presses a long awaited sweet kiss to your lips.

“How is this possible?” You say in between hiccuped breaths. “You died. You-your friend Howard, he showed up and told me everything.” 

Steve takes a deep breath and explains everything from waking up in the future to traveling back in time only leaving out the part about Bucky.

“So are you staying?” You look up at him through your still wet lashes. 

“I can’t stay-“ 

You pulled away from him and stood up. Heartbreak and anger rolled through you.

“Why would you come to see me if you’re leaving again? This is so cruel. Do you know how much I’ve cried for you? Since the moment you left to become a lab rat. It wasn’t fair then and it’s not fair now.”

“Hey,” Steve stands and cups your face. “I would never leave you again. I came to get you, if you’d like to come with me.” He pulls out a watch from his pocket. 

“What about the Barnes family? I can’t just leave them too.” 

“I think they’d be happier knowing you’re with me and Bucky.” 

A small gasp escapes your lips as you look from the watch to Steve who’s smiling. 

“Bucky? How is that possible?” 

“It’s his story to tell.” 

“He’s not dead?” 

“Nope. He does think that I left him to stay here with you though. But I think we deserve to be together again. So what do you say?” 

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The platform comes to life again a minute after Steve had left. To Bucky’s surprise and slight disappointment Nat appears. He disguises his heartbreak behind a smile as Nat walks down and hugs Sam and then him. 

“Glad to have you back.” He whispers into her ear. 

“Glad to be back.” 

“Come on, I’ll buy you a beer and tell you everything you missed.” 

“Buck, aren't you going to wait for Steve to come back?” Sam stopped him.

“Nah, I’m going to grab a drink with a friend. You can come if you want.” 

“You’re a jerk, you know that?”

“So I’ve been told. Now let’s go.”

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Bucky got home late. He had been trying to avoid the emptiness. Not only in the home he used to share with Steve but the empty feeling in his chest. It was the punishment he deserved or so Bucky thought. To live the rest of his life alone with only the thought of your and Steve’s happiness. He could make due with that. 

Bucky sets his keys in the bowl by the door and takes off his jacket. His thoughts were elsewhere so he didn’t immediately pick up on the fact that he wasn’t alone. Still, he was quick and he pulled the gun he always had on him out. 

“You can put the gun down, Buck.” Steve stepped out from the darkened office door. The streetlights filtering through the windows provide the only source of light. 

“Steve? What are you doing back?” 

“Did you really think I’d leave you alone?” 

“But what about Y/N?”

“She agreed with me.” Steve smirks.

“What are you-“ Bucky’s words die on his as you step out from behind Steve. “Y/N.” He said your name as if it was the most precious thing in the world. 

Bucky’s steps were slow and heavy, as if the world itself sat on his shoulders. You met him halfway way with arms wide open. Bucky fell at your feet, his arms settling around your hips and his head resting against your stomach. 

“Oh honey.” Your body shook as Bucky cried against you. All you could do was run your fingers through his hair. “It’s ok. We’re together again baby.” 

You managed to get on the floor with Bucky and cup his face and press multiple kisses over his face. 

“I missed you, doll.” Bucky says between kisses. It’s frantic and uncoordinated and desperate. 

Steve joins you both on the floor wrapping his arms around each of you. There are more shared kisses amongst the three of you. Someone eventually gets up and pulls the other two along with them. The first night the three of you stay awake just talking and catching up. You tell them things that aren’t in your journals and they tell you about living in the present. Reluctantly Bucky tells you part of what happened with hydra. You can see the guilt in his eyes and all you can do is comfort him. 

The sun is barely starting to rise when the three of you finally fall asleep in each other's arms. 

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When you did wake up you were disoriented by the room you were in until you remembered where you were. The bed was empty but even back in the past both boys were early risers. You fixed your hair and changed before walking out to find Steve and Bucky. As you neared the living room you heard more than two voices talking animatedly. 

“You still haven’t told us what took you so long.” A man said as you got closer. 

Steve opens his mouth to answer but his whole face lights up when you turn the corner and stand at the entrance of the living room. The reaction caused Steve’s friends to turn around and look at you. 

“I was picking someone up.” Steve says. 

“Please tell me you’re Y/N.” The woman had asked and you smiled and nodded. 

“Y/N, this is Nat and Sam.” 

“I have so many questions. Especially about Bucky.” Sam said as he stood up. 

Before he could even stretch his hand out to greet you properly Bucky came up from behind you and wrapped an arm around your waist and glared at Sam. He had flowers in his hand which he presented to you. 

“Thank you honey.” You kissed his cheek before turning back to Sam. 

“Let me put these in water and I’ll answer all your questions.” 

Bucky groans as Sam gives him a shot eating grin. You chuckle and when you come back you move to sit down. Eventually Steve and Bucky sit on either of you as Sam and Nat ask you about what they were like back in the day. 

With time this would become a routine until you met everyone on the team, including Howard’s son. They had questions and you had the answers. You were sure to include all kinds of stories, especially the embarrassing ones.

 It hadn’t gone unnoticed how much more relaxed and happy Steve and Bucky had been. Bucky smiled more and was more open with others. Steve had handed over his shield to Sam and was starting to enjoy his free time. Bucky was still required to go on missions but it was ok. Whenever he came back from a mission you and Steve doted on Bucky. From having his favorite movie on or playing his favorite songs and dancing in the living room to cleaning him up and cuddling in bed. Life in modern times wasn’t always easy for you but fortunately Bucky and Steve were always there to help you. 

You still wrote in your journal and on occasion letters for your loves for them to find. The entries were vastly different from what Steve and Bucky had first read. Your journals remained an ode to the love you had which transcended decades and heartbreaks and loss. Now they reflect your joy, love, hope and happiness. The love you had for each other grew with each passing day and you were able to build the home the three of you always dreamed of. 

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a natural.

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event | kinktober 2021

prompt | eating out

summary | bucky lets steve use you as practice for going down on a girl.

pairing | dark!stucky x reader

warnings | dark steve and bucky(steve’s relatively soft, bucky a little less), noncon, bucky holds reader down(restraining), set in the forties before the freeze (but after steve becomes supersoldier)? if that matters?, implied that reader is bucky’s partner unwillingly (idk i didn’t choose to elaborate so whatever you prefer to imagine for those circumstances), steve “doesn’t know how to eat pussy” but then destroys reader’s, fingering, eating out, forced orgasm, crying, one (?) slap, praise, slight!jealousy from steve

word count | 1,214

an | wooh i just love something about like bucky having to explain so descriptively and steve being so eager to make you cum, like can you imagine :’-) also idk if it matters that this is set before the freeze but i just like the aesthetic of forties!stucky for this one. also wow this one also ended up super long oops :^) anyway, hope you guys enjoy!

“Shit, Bucky. She’s even prettier in person.”

Though you’re putting up the best fight you can, you’re no match for the two supersoldiers holding you down to the bed as you thrash and writhe pathetically; with frustration settling on his face to mix with his disappointment, Bucky tsks at you. “Come on, y/n. Give it up; you know you’re not getting out of this.”

“Please-” you try to beg once more, but with exhaustion settling in over you as Bucky secures you to his chest from behind with his arms wrapped around you, you know the outcome is getting bleaker by the moment.

“S'alright doll,” Steve tries to sate you, noticeably more impacted by your tears and protests than his friend, “just gonna make you feel good.”

“That’s right, so for fuck’s sake, would you quit squirming,” Bucky demands, his grip tightening on you as he manages to raise a hand to strike swiftly across your tear-soaked cheek. Heat rises immediately to flood the battered flesh, a frightened whimper escaping your lips as you fall limp against the pair, earning a hum of content from the dark-haired man behind you. “That’s better,” he sighs in relief. “Now go ahead, pal. Lift up her skirt, I made sure she’s got nothin’ on under there.”

Steve pauses for a moment to lock his eyes with yours, a hand reaching out almost appearing to offer peace as he nods. “Alright. Just relax, sweetheart,” he attempts to soothe you, taking the fabric of your skirt lightly and flipping it up to reveal your bare thighs. Your knees close instinctively, but Bucky’s quick to grab one in each hand, prying you open to give Steve easy access.

Now completely exposed to the cool air of the room, your pussy quivers in anticipation. Eyes drifting to your glistening heat, Steve’s mouth beginning to water as he lowers his head to take a closer look. “Fuck,” he mutters, his large length bulging visibly through his pants. Though you’re no expert on all the technicalities of what the serum did to him, it’s clear now that the young man’s muscles weren’t nearly the only thing enhanced by the experiment.

“She wet?” Bucky asks from behind you, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your thighs beginning to ache.

“Just barely,” Steve hums, still seeming half in a daze from the magnificent sight of your sex.

“You’re gonna wanna use some spit then,” Bucky advises. “C'mon doll, be a good girl and open up for Stevie.” Feeling the pressure increase through his grip on you, you’re quick to obey him. Eyes still wide, Steve gently slips his pointer and middle finger between your lips, a low groan rising through his throat as you provide him your saliva. “Now spread it around down there, over the opening,” Bucky continues.

Doing as his friend’s instructed, Steve brings his spit-covered fingers down to drag over your slit, his fingertips just barely teasing at your opening as his brow slants in concentration. “Start with one finger; work a little in at a time,” Bucky says.

“Alright doll,” Steve breathes, gently beginning to ease his middle finger into you. “Shit,” he mumbles as you struggle to take the insertion, “so fuckin’ tight.”

“Yeah, she’ll take some warming up,” Bucky chuckles, straining your legs a bit further apart to make it easier for his friend as he pumps in the length of just one knuckle, then working up to a second, his motions careful, cautious. Though he hasn’t said it, it’s clear Steve’s worried about hurting you given the size of his fingers. “There you go,” Bucky murmurs approvingly, glancing over your shoulder to watch as your cunt’s slowly opened up. “You can work a little faster now, and you can probably fit the whole finger in.”

Nodding, Steve picks up his pace ever-so-slightly, the full length of his digit now filling you up each time he presses inside you. “That okay, princess?” he asks, his eyes raising back up to meet yours. Trying to keep from moaning out, you simply nod, a look of relief washing over Steve as he dares to go even a bit faster.

“Now would be a good time to add your mouth,” Bucky tells him. “Find her clit up where her lips join together, looks like a little bead peaking out from between the folds. You’re gonna wanna work it with your tongue; sucking on it’s usually the best way to go.”

Licking his lips, Steve lowers his face to meet your mound, his nose bumping against it gently as he runs his tongue over your engorged flesh, the soft sensation sending tingles running up from your toes. “There, that’s it,” Bucky encourages, “look at that, she’s opening right up for you.” Steve only hums in agreement, the warmth of his breath against you only causing your wetness to grow as his finger works inside of you. When his lips find your bundle of nerves and close in to begin suckling, you can’t hold back your response; a heated whine escapes you as the tender bud is worked by the man’s mouth, a familiar fullness beginning to build in your belly.

“Oh- St-Steve,” you whimper, your hands coming up to cover your face in embarrassment. Keeping his lips locked on your clit, the blonde starts pumping faster in and out of your pussy with his fingers, not even needing Bucky’s instruction to know when you’re finally ready for a second. As the pads of his fingers work perfectly up against your soft spongey ceiling, you can feel your climax building inside you, your breaths starting to stagger as you grip the sheets beneath you in anticipation.

“There she goes, she’s almost there,” Bucky sings, his hands abandoning your legs to come up and cup your breasts through your shirt. “Keep goin’, pal. She’s about to cum- don’t worry, you’ll feel it when it happens.”

“Steve, B-Bucky,” you stammer, your head throbbing in pleasure as your peak approaches.

“C'mon, doll. Cum for me,” Steve pants against your button, his words the exact push you need to be thrown over the edge as you clench down brutally against his fingers, your toes curling up almost painfully as your orgasm tears through you.

“Fuck, that’s my girl,” Bucky praises as Steve nurses your clit, his fingers struggling to continue pounding into you as you ride out your high. The intensity lasts for several moments, and only when you’ve finally begun to come down does Steve slow his movements, his lips ceasing from around your puffy flesh as he raises his head to look at you, adoration shining in his eyes.

“Pull out carefully,” Bucky tells him. “She’s sensitive now.” Steve’s careful to do so, surprising both you and the man behind you by bringing his soaked fingers to his mouth to lick off the juices.

“How’d I do?” he asks.

“I’d say you’re a natural,” Bucky decides, his hands now rubbing gently over your chest as you breathe heavily against him. “Though I’ll warn you now, whatever girl you practice on next will have nothing on y/n.”

“I’m sure you’re right, pal,” Steve agrees with a nod, a hint of sadness flashing in his eyes as he glances at the two of you before him.

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Home for Christmas - a Stucky oneshot

warnings: Christmasy fluff, Stucky smut, 18+

word count: 6.5k

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Bucky flipped through the TV channels, a beer in his hand and his feet up on the glass coffee table while Alpine purred in his lap. Outside, snow was blanketing New York, almost drowning out the sounds of the city. 

And he felt content. For a few heartbeats, he almost dared to say he was happy. It was a dreaded word that Bucky had pushed away for years. He never thought he’d be here. Something inside of him was always waiting for the other shoe to drop. Because there was always another shoe. 

But it never did. He could breathe again. That deadly vine that seemed forever wrapped around his chest had been cut. Ayo was right– he was free. 

It had been two years since his Hydra deprogramming. Two years since he and Steve really decided to give a relationship a shot. They could walk down the street, hand in hand, and nobody batted an eyelash. For the first time in his life, Bucky felt like he had a partner who understood him inside and out. 

“And that’s 123 for the Knicks and 133 for the Celtics.” 

“Son of a bitch,” he grumbled, glancing down at Alpine. “Can’t play for shit.”

“Maybe they should let you on the team,” Steve’s voice echoed through the apartment as he shut the door, shaking the snow off of his jacket. 

He was as gorgeous as ever, a tall, lean frame, dark blue eyes, a full beard, and his formerly tightly cropped blond hair had grown out. He wore it messier these days and seemed more calm and content. 

Steve hung up his brown leather jacket in the closet. 

“Feet off the coffee table, Buck.”

Okay, he was still a little uptight.

Bucky offered a challenging smirk.

“Yeah? Who says?”

Steve grinned, strutting toward him and rounding the back of the couch as Bucky tipped his head back. Steve leaned over, humming softly as he kissed him. Sparks rushed down Bucky’s spine.

“Always so combative. You’re a bad influence on our child.”

Bucky grinned, stretching his head back for more kisses. 

“Your nose is cold,” he murmured as Steve’s lips found his again, tender and slow and warming Bucky through from the inside out. He shifted on the couch, twisting so they could kiss at a more comfortable angle. 

“S’cold out,” Steve hummed, and then because he was the biggest little shit Bucky’s ever known, he cradled Bucky’s cheeks with two ice cold palms. 

Bucky yelped, sending Alpine leaping from his lap and Steve falling into fits of giggles.

“Like it’s 1936 all over again,” Bucky muttered, but his eyes were soft and he smiled involuntarily as he watched Steve wipe tears of laughter from his cheeks. “It’s a good job I’m in love with you, ya punk.”

“I see you hung the stockings up while I was out,” Steve said, once he’d recovered himself. “They look good.”

Bucky hummed his acknowledgement, casting his critical eye once more over the mantle on the opposite wall. There were two large red stockings dangling from the ledge, with their names embroidered in sparkling gold thread. Another stocking hung next to them, smaller and forest green in colour, decorated with Alpine’s name.

“Seems like something’s missing though,” Bucky mused.

Steve put his hands on his lips and dragged his bottom lip between his teeth as his blue eyes raked over the space. Bucky was more interested in the way his back arched and tugged at the fabric of his shirt around his stomach. Steve hummed and the muscles in his jaw ticked but he nodded, figuring out the missing piece that Bucky was too distracted to care about. 

"We need a tree," he said, turning to look at him with a determined smile. 

"There's a lot down the block selling them, if we hurry we could probably grab one..." Bucky started but Steve shook his head. 

"Alpine deserves something fresh," he declared.

“Fresh… like fresh out of the ground?” Bucky asked. “Where are you going to find one of those?” 

“I’m sure I could find one,” Steve grinned, giving Buck a half smile.

Bucky chuckled, shaking his head as he set his beer down and got to his feet, wrapping his arms around Steve’s waist. Even after two years, this man still gave him butterflies. He’d been in love with Steve since they were teenagers, but never in his wildest dreams did he think anything would actually happen between them. 

Through everything, Steve was his constant. The one person he kept coming back to. They understood each other in a way that Bucky never felt understood by anyone else. Both of them had been ripped from their lives and thrust into a world they were still trying to figure out. But they had each other. 

Bucky nuzzled against Steve’s jawline, closing his eyes as his beard rubbed against his skin. He could feel Steve smiling, one hand sliding down to grab Bucky’s ass. He gave it a gentle squeeze as Bucky let out a giggle. He’d never giggled before Steve.

“I kinda like the idea of watching you chop down a tree for me.”

“I can tell,” Steve murmured, pulling back and kissing him. “I was thinking we could drive Upstate. Make a whole day of it.”

Bucky smiled so hard his cheeks hurt. 

“I got nothing going on.”

Steve eyed him fondly, blues eyes and small smile gooier than the chocolate fudge brownie from their favourite diner. Bucky knew how Steve’s brain worked, he could almost read the thoughts running through his head. 

“You’re glad I get to have nothing goin’ on, Steve. I know. Can we go chop down a tree now, please?” 

Steve cleared his throat, huffing out a soft laugh as he hauled Bucky in closer for another kiss. 

“Yeah— yeah,” he stammered in that adorable way he did when he knew he’d been caught out. “Go on, pretty boy. Go wrap up warm.” 

Bucky turned toward their bedroom, beaming over his shoulder when he felt Steve tap him on the ass playfully; his heart already warm and Steve’s love settling further into his bones.

“Wear that dark blue sweater I love so much!” Steve’s voice carried through their apartment. Bucky smiled to himself as he went to the closet in search of said sweater. 

“Since when did we start deciding that you’d pick out my clothes?” 

“I don’t,” Bucky turned to see Steve leaning against the doorframe. “That sweater brings out your eyes.” 

Blush crept up the back of Bucky’s neck. Images of Steve pressed against a snow covered tree, his nose bitten pink from the cold while they warmed each other up, flickered through his mind. “Fine, I'll wear the sweater.” He said, his voice already hoarse and his belly turning warm.

“Atta boy,” Steve smirked, pushing up from the doorframe and sauntering back to the living room with a cheeky wink.

“Punk,” Bucky called out, his voice cracking a little as he grew more flustered.

He could easily hear Steve’s chuckle at his response and his face split into a broad grin as he pulled the sweater free from the closet and shrugged it over his head.

Eyeing himself in the bedroom mirror he raised a self-critical brow and then raked his hands through the long strands of his hair before fastening them back with the hair tie from his wrist.

"Handsome," Bucky praised and admired his soldier with a soft gaze as Steve and all his muscles came back into view. 

Steve cocked his head to the side, a low moan of appreciation vibrating from the base of his throat, "keep looking at me like that darlin' and we won't make it out of this apartment."

"You promised Alpine a tree," Bucky teased and brushed his hand along the leather belt looped around Steve's waist.

Steve bit his bottom lip as he stared into Bucky’s bright blue eyes. “Compromise then… something on the road? We have a bit of a drive to get upstate.”

Bucky grabbed Steve by the waist and pulled him close, feeling his lover’s heart pounding beneath his sweater. His hands slid beneath the soft fabric, greeted with hard muscle and silky skin. Steve’s eyes fluttered closed and he licked his lips.

“I got a better idea, sugar. You get me the biggest tree you can…” Bucky reached down to squeeze Steve’s stiff cock through his pants. “And I give you an early Christmas present.”

“You fucking horndog,” Steve chuckled as Bucky peppered his face with kisses, nipping at his earlobe as the embers in his belly exploded into a full-blown forest fire.

He wasn’t very good at self control when it came to Steve. They had a lot of time to make up for, and if he had it his way, they’d have spent the past two years in bed.

“Language, Cap,” Bucky purred before taking a step back, knowing he was leaving Steve aching for more. “Come on. I want a tree, and you’ve got a deal to hold up.”

“You missed the part where I agreed to it,” Steve replied, tossing him a sly smile.

Bucky shrugged.

“Okay, then no road head and no fucking me against a tree.” He turned on the ball of his foot and strutted out the door. “Your loss, Cap!” 

Steve’s honeyed laughter poured out of the bedroom as he jogged to catch up, swatting Bucky on the ass.

“I’d love to see you follow through on that threat.”

“I could,” Bucky said defiantly as Steve grabbed the keys and they each gave Alpine a little scratch under the chin goodbye. “If I wanted.” 

“I know, baby. Except I also know you find me utterly irresistible.”  

Steve winked, with all that clean cut Captain America charm that not so secretly drove Bucky crazy. 

“Damn straight, I do.” Bucky pecked Steve on the cheek as they headed out the door. Giving Steve’s pert ass an extra little squeeze, he hurried ahead, leaping over the railing and calling behind him. “Race you to the truck!”

"Hey!" Steve yelled with a laugh though he could hear the dull thud of his footsteps on the pavement behind him as they raced each other outside. Bucky landed on hand on the passenger side door and beamed at his counterpart as he rounded the bed of the truck. 

"Retirement has made you slow." Bucky teased as Steve sauntered towards him. 

"You cheated." Steve's fingers wrapped into the front of Bucky's sweater, tugging him closer. Bucky's heart hammered in his chest feeling Steve's breath fan across his face. 

"Debatable." Bucky breathed leaning into his vanilla scent and pressed his lips to Steve's.

He meant it to be a short, sweet kiss but Steve had other ideas, his other hand sliding around the back of Bucky’s neck to tangle in the hair that was rapidly escaping his hasty bun.

Bucky moaned, parting his lips slightly to deepen their kiss, losing himself in the feel of Steve’s lips and tongue against his. He whined when his love pulled back and nudged his nose against Bucky’s with a low, throaty chuckle.

“Easy there, big guy. You carry on like that and we’ll be giving the neighbours a real show.”

“Don’t care,” Bucky pouted, nuzzling his face into Steve’s neck and relishing the soft scratch of Steve’s beard against his skin.

"But what about Alpine's tree? Our little girl will be all bitchy if we don't bring her the tree we promised," Steve whispered in the gravelly voice Bucky loved so much. It immediately sent a shiver down his spine and into his cock.

"She'll be okay if we bring it a little later. I think I can't leave before fucking you inside of that truck, Cap."

His hand gave Steve's butt cheek a squeeze and he pressed his half hard cock against his boyfriend. 

Steve couldn't stifle a loud moan and his hands fiddled for the handle of the truck door.

"You're really something else, Buck."

“I can’t help it… you started all of this to begin with!” Buck laughed. He let Steve open the truck door and climb in before he walked around and got in to join him. 

“Proud of it,” Steve said smugly. “Anticipation makes it even better.”

Bucky clipped his seatbelt on as the engine rumbled beneath them and Steve double and triple checked the mirrors.

“Look at you, mister safety.”

“Hey!” Steve barked, smiling from ear to ear. “It’s important! It’s snowing, there’s a higher risk of accidents this time of year.”

“You know I fell off a train, right?” Bucky asked. “I think I could handle a fender bender.”

Steve whacked him in the arm as he pulled out of their parking spot and headed down the street. Bucky was fixated on the radio, flipping through stations to try and find something decent. It was all people yapping— stupid people with even stupider opinions. Parker always teased him about being an old man, but the radio was supposed to play music, not bullshit like this. 

“You can plug your phone in, Buck.”

“I can’t remember how,” Bucky grumbled.

“Parker taught you.”

“Parker talks almost as much as these clowns on the radio.” He kept flipping through the stations until soft jazz dripped through the speakers and Bucky grinned, leaning back in his seat. “Plus, I found something.”

Steve grinned, keeping one hand on the wheel and the other on Bucky’s thigh. 

“My stubborn old man.”

“Yeah, look who’s talkin’, toots. You yelled at the washing machine the other day.”

“They’re supposed to wash your clothes, not sing you a song,” Steve retorted. 

Bucky chuckled, staring out the window. For the first time in 80 years, he felt fucking normal. Soft jazz filled the silence between them and a deep sense of peace consumed him. Steve began to hum along as music mixed with the rumble of the engine. If this was the rest of his life, he’d take it.

They should have anticipated the roads being busy. Getting out of the city was never easy but attempting it so close to Christmas was maybe not their smartest move. 

Bucky huffed, fidgeting in his seat as the truck moved at a snail's pace. So close to open road and yet still so far. 

“Got ants in ya pants?” Steve asked, cocking an eyebrow as Bucky twisted in his seat again. 

“I’m bored,” he whined. He did that now too, apparently. Noticed the way Steve shifted too and tilted his head as they came to another stop. 

“Wanna play a game?” 

“I dunno, is it a game of how many times can Bucky make Steve come with just his mouth before we get there?” 

“Were you always this horny?” 

“Probably,” Bucky shrugged, “didn’t have you like that then though, did I?”

"You could have." Steve smirked as Bucky slid across the bench seat closer to him. His hand gripped the inside of Steve's thigh causing him to suck in a shuddering breath. Those dark blue eyes flicked to Bucky's, "You're playing with fire Sergeant." He rasped. 

"I don't mind getting burned," Bucky cooed leaning into him and pressing his lips to the spot just below his ear. Steve let out a low groan gripping the steering wheel so hard the leather creaked beneath his touch. "Whattya say Cap? Should we test that focus of yours?"

Bucky’s hand slid higher, tracing an achingly slow path up the inner seam of Steve’s jeans. 

“Buck…” Steve warned, his voice dark and low.

“Just be quiet and enjoy it, Stevie,” Bucky murmured, trailing the tip of his tongue down Steve’s neck.

Bucky’s other hand pulled down on the neckline of Steve’s sweater enough to let him drag his tongue across his collarbone, nipping gently with his teeth as he went, eager to tease out more of the soft groans of pleasure from his lover’s throat.

Bucky's hand pressed firmly to the growing bulge in Steve's pants and a grin formed on his lips as he drew closer to the buckle he so desperately wanted undone. 

His thighs tensed as the buckle flipped free and Bucky was able to undo the button that separated them, "the thrill has always done wonders for you," Bucky whispered against his throat as his fingers played at Steve's boxers where they lifted slightly from his skin as his erection begged for attention. 

Steve's gaze flickered from the road as Bucky teased the sensitive skin. 

"Eyes up, Cap." He laughed breathlessly and tucked his hand into his pants without warning, dragging a sharp hiss from between Steve's lips as he fought to focus on the road ahead.

"What if someone catches us?" Steve hissed, his head pressed back into the headrest, knuckles whitening from the intense grip on the steering wheel.

"Extra point, I know you love the adrenaline." Bucky's hand wrapped around Steve's cock, slowly pumping him towards oblivion.

"God," Steve moaned, his cock hardening with every second. 

Bucky's hand was made to be wrapped around Steve's cock. It fit perfectly around it as they were missing puzzle pieces. He knew he would be able to work wonders only with his hand, but his mouth was made to do a better job. They had plenty of occasions in the past years that would prove him right. 

"I prefer when you moan my name."

Steve peered down at Bucky, a quick, sharp flit of his dark eyes before they were back on the road. 

“I will,” he purred, his hand leaving the wheel and finding home in Bucky’s hair. Steve’s blunt nails against his scalp as he tugged coaxed a whine from Bucky. “When you’ve earned it.” 

“Fuck, Stevie. Gonna give you the best damn blow job of your life.” 

Bucky gave Steve another soft stroke, freeing his cock from his boxers and earning a rough groan. Hot and heavy in his hand, Bucky wiggled to get comfy before he lowered his mouth, flicking gently over Steve’s slit with his tongue. 

“B-Buck—“ Steve stammered.

Bucky hummed, wrapping his lips around just the tip, relishing in the feel of velvety skin, slick and hot in his mouth as he sunk further. 

Fuck, he loved this. Would probably always love this. Watching Steve falling apart from the gentlest touch.

Steve moaned again as Bucky alternated between taking him deep down his throat and licking the underside of his cock as he came up for air. One hand now cupping his lover's balls while his other gently drew circles on his hip

"Damn it Buck," he moaned.

Bucky gazed up at Steve as he swirled his tongue through the precum gathered on Steve's tip before taking him back in his mouth, Steve's hip raised to meet his nose as the traffic slowed again and he was able to take advantage and shift position slightly, letting slip a deep moan as his cock hit the back of Bucky's throat and he started to suck.

Steve’s fingers tightened in Bucky’s hair, tugging at the root. The car slowly lurched forward as traffic began to move but the low groan falling from Steve’s lips only egged him on. “Fu- Damnit Buck.” 

Bucky smiled around Steve’s length, hollowing his cheeks out and moaning around him. His own erection painfully pressed against his tight denim.

He shifted in his seat, desperate for any friction against the heat of his cock as he continued to take Steve as deep as he could.

He finally came up for air, chest heaving slightly as he rolled his eyes up to scan over Steve’s face.

“You keep sayin’ that, hot stuff. Does it mean you want me to stop or-“ Bucky was cut off by Steve tightening his grip on his hair and his hips bucking decisively upwards, thrusting the head of his cock to the back of Bucky’s throat.

He gagged a little more than he usually would, knowing exactly the effect that sound would have on him. Steve moaned louder, hissing out a curse as Bucky hollowed his cheeks and swirled his tongue around his head.

“Fuck, baby, please…” Steve grunted.

Bucky bobbed his head, gripping his jeans with one hand while gripping the seat with the other. He whined as he felt Steve try his damndest not to fully thrust upwards and continue to drive.

Adrenaline rushed through Bucky, the thrill of someone catching sight of them urging him on in his quest to make Steve come. 

“Holy— fuck. Buck, I’m not— I’m not gonna last much longer,” Steve whimpered through gritted teeth, his thigh tensing beneath Bucky’s palm. 

Steve rocked his hips up to Bucky’s mouth, the car jerking a little as his foot slipped off the gas and Bucky choked out a laugh around Steve’s cock. The vibrations earned him a louder moan from Steve over the soft jazz already fighting to be heard over the wet, hot sounds of Bucky’s mouth. 

“C’mon, baby. Gonna let me taste how sweet y’are?” Bucky breathed, pulling off Steve briefly and leaving a string of slick spit and pre-cum trailing from his lips. He had no doubts about how debauched he looked, or how close Steve was as he gently pushed Bucky’s head back down with a whispered please.

Bucky used his nose to trace the vein down Steve's shaft, pausing to inhale before his tongue licked a stripe between the base and his balls. He raised his face, watching as Steve tensed. He then blew on his tip. He knew Steve was close and this was sometimes his downfall. 

Steve groaned and that sound went straight to Bucky's cock.

He took Steve into his mouth, his tongue swirling around his erection before flattening along it and sucking. Bucky couldn't stifle the almighty moan that left him and that proved to be Steve's undoing.

The grip Steve had on his hair tightened even more as he lost the battle with his self-control and thrust his hips up, driving his cock as deep as he could. His release coated the back of Bucky’s throat and he swallowed it eagerly, lapping up every drop.

Straightening in his seat, a cocky smirk on his face, he looked over at Steve; proud of how undone his lover looked. White knuckles gripped the steering wheel so hard Bucky was surprised it hadn’t cracked whilst Steve raked his other hand shakily through his hair, pushing it away from a face that was flushed and beaded with sweat.

“Christ, Buck,” Steve hissed, fleetingly taking his gaze from the road to drag his eyes over Bucky’s smug face.

Bucky raised an eyebrow and made a show of swiping the back of his hand across his mouth.

“Nice focus you got there, Cap,” he chuckled. “Good to see retirement hasn’t made you lose your edge.”

Steve panted, running his tongue over his bottom lip. “Focus, my ass,” he breathed. 

“What? Mad at me?” Bucky asked, his eyes growing concerned. 

Steve shook his head. “No, I’m not mad,” he assured. "I'll tell you one thing for sure," Bucky grumbled, "This cab is too small for super soldier fun times," straightening up and rotating his shoulder.

Steve grinned at him. "It was your idea, we could have tussled before we left."

"And another thing, our next truck won't have a stick shift and will have tinted windows."

Steve chuckled at Bucky's expression. "Where's the fun in that?"

"We'll see if your views change when I drive us home," Bucky smirked and wiggled his eyebrows at his lover.

Bucky helped Steve back into his trousers with a grin and then they slipped into the familiar, companionable silence that they’d only ever been able to find with each other. Bucky scrabbled about in the glove compartment for one of the many car snacks he had stashed and pulled out a bag of trail mix. Offering the packet to Steve, who declined with a smile, he tipped some into his mouth and then gazed out at the wintery landscape, his hand resting lightly on Steve’s thigh.

It wasn’t too long before they reached the turn-off that was signposted with a giant, hand painted Christmas tree and an arrow directing them which way to go.

The further they drove down the road the more dense the tree line became and soon the highway disappeared leaving them surrounded by snow covered forest. 

"It's a winter wonderland out here," Steve said, trying to hide his excitement but the sun caught in his eyes like glitter as he pulled into the parking lot and parked the truck. "Never thought I'd be excited to cut down a tree."

Such a simple tradition but it warmed Bucky from his nose to his toes to see Steve with a smile on his face. Bucky decided in that moment he would help Steve cut down a thousand trees if it kept that boyish, handsome smile on his perfect face.

“It really is something. That’s for sure.” Bucky watched as Steve put on a pair of gloves then got out of the truck. Then he followed suit. 

“I wonder what we do first,” Bucky commented as he shrugged his jacket around him tighter. “Or if we just… pick one?”

"Good thing we put our boots on Buck," Steve called, "the snow's deep over here." He turned, just as a snowball smacked into the side of his head."

"Oh Steve, I didn't mean..." he started "Ow," as he disappeared under a huge snowball.

Steve’s hand appeared to help him up and Bucky grasped it, shaking the snow out of his hair and rubbing it out of his scruff.

“Reminds me of my time in Siberia,” he teased but backtracked a little at the horrified look that Steve threw his way.  “Sorry, too soon?”

He could have sworn he heard Steve mutter a curse under his breath as he turned away and began trudging through the trees in search of the perfect one.  Bucky hurried his steps to catch up to him and nudged his shoulder affectionately.

“Hey, what’s the difference between snowmen and snow-women,” Bucky joked as a peace offering.

Steve grunted and shrugged but Bucky could see the slightest of smiles dancing at the corners of his mouth.

“Snowballs,” he finished with a giggle and was rewarded by a strong arm draping over his shoulder and pulling him into a broad chest.

“You’d have thought with all those years on ice you would’ve come up with some better jokes, Jerk,” Steve teased, pressing a kiss to Bucky’s cold temple.

"That joke is timeless," Bucky leaned into his touch, reaching out periodically to brush his fingertips against the branches of the tree.

Laughter from other couples and families filled the air as Steve took his time finding the perfect tree, they walked the rows for what left like hours before he finally hummed a confident sound and pointed. 

"That's the one," he said triumphantly. 

"That will not fit," Bucky shakes his head at the massive tree, it was at least seven feet tall and four, maybe five feet wide. 

"I'll make it fit," Steve sounded determined and a strangled laugh tumbled from Bucky's cool lips. He had heard that more than once in his lifetime. "Later," his sweet, over-achieving boyfriend huffed like he knew exactly what was on Buck's mind.

“I’m telling you, that tree is too big for the apartment, Stevie,” Bucky countered. “You hardly fit in the apartment and this is a lot bigger than you.”

Steve shifted on his feet, hip popped, hands on his waist as he looked at Bucky with a quirked brow. 

“Was I, or was I not the greatest strategist of World War Two?” 

A laugh burst out of Bucky before he could stop it, growing louder as Steve’s face fell. 

“Sorry, sorry. But really? You’re playing that card?” Bucky replied, schooling his features as Steve nodded seriously. “Well in that case, go for it babe. And don’t forget to bend your knees.” 

“I’ll bend you in a minute,” Steve muttered, and Bucky grinned as he watched his love eye up the tree. 

“Oh, please do.”

"Later, we have an audience," jerking his head towards a family heading towards them.

"So, this one for sure?" Bucky asked, back on task as the couple and young boy stopped to check out the trees in the clearing. "Hand me the saw and I'll make a start felling it."

"Saw? We forgot the saw.." Steve smacked his forehead, then grimaced.

"It's ok," Bucky soothed, "I'll head back to the truck and get it."

“Really? Thanks Buck,” Steve replied with a soft smile.

“No, not really,” Bucky said, smacking the back of his hand against Steve’s chest. “You’re a super soldier, pal, with serum running through your veins. What the hell do you need a damn saw for?!”

“Then how am I supposed to cut the tree down, smart ass?”

“You’re the greatest strategist of World War Two, Steve. I’m sure you can figure it out.”

Bucky gave him a wry smile and shoved his hand into the inside pocket of his jacket, pulling out a hip flask and taking a healthy swing.

Steve rolled those pretty blue eyes in his direction and eyed up the tree with his hands on his hips. He looked around, his eyes tracing the path they had made in the snow before he turned and started to count the paces backward. 

"What are you doing?" Bucky asked, watching his tall frame twist at the hip as he stretched out his arms and shoulders. "Steve?"

"Super solider," he huffed, "I'm going to rip it out."

Bucky laughed, "Alright baby, rip it out."

He watched on in awe as Steve crouched down at the base of the tree and wrapped his large hands around the trunk. 

He was really going to do it, and Bucky suddenly had the thought to fumble for his phone, opening the camera app. Parker had introduced him to Instagram, and his thousands of followers were going to love this. 

“Buck, can you spot me?” Steve asked, getting a good grip on the tree. Bucky zoomed in on his ass, giggling. “Buck? Are you filming this!?” 

Bucky nodded as Steve peered over his shoulder, shooting him an incredulous glare. 

“You look hot, baby. All macho man yankin’ a tree out the ground. Of course I’m filmin’ this.”

"Really? Are we getting a tree or are you pursuing your career as an 106 year old social media mogul?" Steve stood, taking up his previous stance, hands on hips, whilst waiting for Bucky to pocket his phone.

Bucky shrugged, put his phone away and jogged back over to Steve's side. "What do you need from me?"

Steve crouched again, grasping the trunk again with both hands, "I think I'll need a hand Bucky. Can you get a grip and help me pull?"

"Oh I'll pull something." Bucky teased tossing a wink at Steve who let out an exasperated breath and shook his head. 

"Seriously, I know you aren't deprived, since when have you gotten this horny." He laughed readjusting his grip around the trunk as Bucky stood over him and did the same. 

"Can't help it pal when you've got an ass like that." Bucky grinned down at him. Steve shook his head again and sighed. "On the count of three?" Bucky asked.

“Yeah, one…” Steve began, taking the strain, his biceps flexing.

“Two,” Bucky continued, readying himself to catch Steve just in case.

“Three,” Steve grunted, bending his knees further and then heaving against the tree.

Bucky expected him to push it over but no, the grandstanding little shit hauled his grip upwards. Sharp cracking and tearing sounds echoed around the forest as Steve ripped the damn tree straight out of the ground.

Bucky’s jaw dropped a little even as Steve threw him a grin of triumph, which quickly turned into a look of panic as his feet slipped on the snow and he began to overbalance.

Bucky laughed, scrambling to keep them both upright as the tree's weight knocked off balance. Both of their massive frames tangled and toppled, sending them crashing into the snow in a mess of limbs and pine needles. 

"You gotta be more careful big boy," Bucky picked a few pine needles from the blonde tuffs of Steve's hair. "That might be the most attractive thing I've ever seen you do," he licked his bottom lip and brushed their noses together.

“C’mere,” Steve murmured, and Bucky surged forward, kissing him. Hot and open mouthed and probably way too inappropriately for a Christmas Tree farm.

“Y’know, I think you might have just fulfilled the lumberjack fantasy I didn’t even know I had,” Bucky whispered as he drew back, wiggling his eyebrows. 

Steve huffed out a laugh, breath warm against Bucky’s lips. If it weren’t for his jeans getting wetter by the second, he’d lay there in the snow with Steve all day. 

“You’re ridiculous,” Steve drawled, pressing one last kiss to Bucky’s nose before he hauled himself up to his knees. “Come on, let’s get this tree home to Miss Alpine.”

Steve held out his hand, which Bucky accepted, and he helped him to his feet. Bucky hoisted the tree onto his shoulder as if it was a mere stick and the two men walked hand in hand back towards the truck.

Passing the young family again on the way out, the small boy turned to his Dad, whispering excitedly, "See, I told you it was Captain America."

Steve felt Bucky start to release his hand, he looked into his eyes. "It's ok, Bucky, it's not the forties any longer."

"I know Steve, but so many kids look up to you still, retired or not."

Steve stopped walking, pulling Bucky to a halt. Turning to face him, he raised his free hand to his lover's face, placing a tender kiss on his lips. "Love comes in all shapes and sizes Buck, that's a valuable lesson to teach too y'know."

Bucky's forehead dropped to Steve's as his eyes fell closed. He never thought he'd be able to have a life like this with him. Just the two of them and their fireball of a kitten trying to make it through every day life in a world that had changed twenty times over since they were kids. He let out a soft sigh and pulled back slightly, feeling the overwhelming emotion in his chest rise to his throat. "Sap." he muttered, the corner of his mouth turning upwards as he stared into those dark blue eyes. 

Steve grinned at him, his nose bitten pink and lips plump from their kiss before. "C'mon, our daughter is waiting."

With a little wave at the young family the two soldiers made their way back to the car, firmly strapping their prize to the top and Bucky drove them home.

“You wanna make popcorn garlands for it, or newspaper chains like we did with your Ma?” He asked Steve, smiling softly as old memories resurfaced of Christmases long ago.

“Alpine would eat the damn things,” Steve chuckled. “Besides, we don’t need to make do now Buck. Life’s a hell of a lot easier, right?”

“Definitely,” he agreed.

“I still say this giant thing is not going to fit,” Bucky argued as they parked in their usual parking space, back at home.

“It will!” Steve encouraged. “I know it will.”

They quickly undid the cords holding the tree down and lifted it off the truck, carrying it up the stairs to their place. 

“Steve, damn it- pick up your end it’s going to hit the wall-”

“It’s not gonna hit the- fuck. It’s just a little scratch Buck, nothing I can’t fix.”

Bucky rolled his eyes deep into his skull before sighing and continuing through to the living room, he and Steve only swearing a handful more times each before the tree was up in the corner. 

They stood in front of it, and Bucky tilted his head to the side, holding back laughter. 

“Don’t-”

“Greatest strategist my ass!” Bucky burst out, unable to hold back as he stared at the tree, at least a third of it bent against the ceiling.

“It’s not that bad,” Steve countered with a grimace, just as Alpine trotted up to them with a curious yowl. She approached the tree, whiskers twitching, before batting a branch with a paw and wandering away again unbothered. 

“Well, that’s what she thinks of that,” Bucky chuckled, brushing past Steve and giving his hip a soft squeeze. “Be right back.” 

“Where are you going?” 

“Just— wait there,” Bucky insisted as he disappeared into their guest bedroom. He retrieved the bags he had hidden in the closet, brimming with decorations he’d bought in anticipation of getting a tree, and made his way back to the living room, dropping them proudly at Steve’s feet. 

“What’s all this? Bucky, when did you…” 

“When you were at the VA Christmas fair with Sam last weekend. I figured it’s a special thing, getting to spend Christmas together as a real couple, finally. So I got a few things— well, a lot of things. We can get more, or make some like we used to but—“

His words died on his lips as Steve hauled him into his arms and peppered his mouth and cheeks with kisses. 

“I love you,” he murmured softly, quietly against Bucky’s ear. “So much.”

Bucky wrapped his arms around Steve, holding him close as a content smile formed over his features. "I love you too, punk." He whispered, burying his face into Steve's neck. 

With another yowl behind them, Bucky pulled back looking down at Alpine who hand tangled her paw into a string of garland from the bag. She rolled around at their feet only making the ball of tinsel an even further mess. 

"At least she approves of that." Steve laughed kneeling down to untangle their furbaby.

With old-time Christmas songs playing softly in the background it took the two of them a good hour to hang the baubles and garlands that Bucky had bought. Despite Bucky’s protests, Steve was insistent that they hang every single one, using his artistic eye to good effect until finally there was just one piece left.

“Go on,” Bucky urged, pressing the golden star into Steve’s hands. “You do the honours.”

“No, Buck. You do it,” he replied. “You chose all the decorations so you should hang the star.”

They glared stubbornly at each other before bursting out into peals of laughter.

“Together then?” Steve suggested.

“Always.”

It wasn’t easy to fix the star properly onto the top of wonky tree but they managed it together, just as they always had.

Later that evening, surrounded by twinkling lights and the scent of pine, the two curled up together on the couch. Bucky had his nose buried in a book and Steve was studiously sketching a playful Alpine, who was currently batting around a bauble that she’d already managed to liberate from the tree. 

Bucky lifted his head and sighed with a contentment he still had a hard time believing in. Here they were in their apartment, all decked out for Christmas, but to Bucky it didn’t really matter where they were. As long as they were together they’d always be home.

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[graceloveswolves]

Steve & Bucky both being in love with you would include…

- Bucky would be more of the flirty outgoing type

- while Steve would be the more quiet and sincere type

- Bucky liked you first, but Steve was the first to admit he liked you

- Bucky wouldn’t say anything when Steve told him he liked you

- only that there were hundreds of other girls and that it was just a crush

- hoping Steve would move on so he could make his move with you

- Steve never moved on unfortunately for Bucky

- I mean you were a really attractive person with a beautiful personality, Bucky didn’t blame him

- Bucky finding out more about you through conversations with you

- but Steve finding out more about you by observing from afar and asking other people about you

- Steve getting low key pressed when he finds out Bucky likes you

- claiming Bucky always got the girls and can practically get any girl he wants so why not let him have the one girl he likes

- Bucky bringing up how the playing field was now leveled with him being the Star Spangled man with a plan

- Bucky feeling guilty and selfish but bidding Steve good luck and may the best man win your heart

- Steve letting you hold his shield & offering to start teaching you how to throw it

- Bucky letting you try to do pull ups off his arm insisting he was strong enough

- Bucky offering to teach you how to dance and inspiring you’d be a great dancer

- Both Steve & Bucky tell the other lies about you in order to make the other look stupid

- like for instance, Steve told Bucky you loved lilies

- which in fact you were allergic and started sneezing when bucky gifted them to you

- this ended up back firing on Steve because you started laughing so hard with him and it became an ongoing joke between you and Bucky

- you eventually caught on about both the boys liking you and you decided you were going to be Switzerland and choose the one that stays the longest

- it was very hard considering they were both adamant about their love for you

- Bucky would tell embarrassing stories about Steve about getting beat up and him swooping in, being his savior

- Steve’s version was way different saying he always had them on the ropes and always got back up on his own and kept fighting on alley to the next

- Bucky always knew how to get your attention and connect with you while subtly give you compliments which leave you wanting more

- but Steve always gave you complex compliments and raised you on a silver platter making you seem like the only girl in the world

- overall, it was ultimately up to you as to who had your heart ❤️

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[vellicore]

Send me Stucky Drabble/One shot requests (please). I’m pretty sure I’m getting sick and I need something to do this weekend. I need Stucky ideas and inspiration.

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[crazyinlovewithbucky]

"My Girl"

Pairing: (tfatws)Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Sam took Bucky clubbing one day to ease Bucky's tension and bad temper then Bucky met you and since the moment he laid his eyes on you, he knew that he wanted you to be his girl.

Warnings: flufffffffff, smut, Sam & Bucky being sarcastic, alcohol, alcohol consumption, making out, nudity, dry humping, oral (f receiving), protected/unprotected sex, d in v sex, drunk friend, sergeant kink, Bucky being obsessive, lipstick stains and marks, cum eating, overstimulation, lots of fluff + smut.

This smut was somewhat inspired by the song Girl by The Internet (feat. KAYTRANADA)

AU/N: hey guys, I've been having the worst writer's block and I've been writing this piece for almost 3 months now. My job is taking all of my time and consuming my days that I barely have time to write so this is the reason why this piece might be a little longer (5.9K words) than my previous ones lol. Hope you enjoy it and I'd like to remind you that English isn't my first language so excuse if I misspelled or mispronounced anything.

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It was a somewhat normal Friday evening. Sam and Bucky just finished another successful mission in Europe, and they needed time to relax. Sam knew about that great club in New York and begged Bucky to come and blow off some steam. Eventually, Bucky agreed to drink, spend time with his best friend, and maybe see how people nowadays party. They entered the club and headed to the bar right away before the club owner himself came and greeted them and told them he had a private VIP table for them on the east side of the club. The two Avengers thanked him but wanted to have a few drinks at the bar first.

"Gosh, Steve would've hated this," Bucky shouted due to the loud music, feeling a little uncomfortable as he's not used to loud music, not used to people drinking and dancing around wildly like this, and also not used to crowded places like this. Sam laughed at his comment and gave him a glass of whiskey.

"Believe it or not, buddy. I brought Steve and Nat here a couple of times, and they didn't actually hate it. They were uncomfortable at first, yes. But after a few drinks, I kid you not, Steve almost went home with three blondies who promised to show him "how grateful they are for him saving the world" until Nat and I had to actually grab him by his shirt and drag him out of there." Sam chuckled while telling the story, and Bucky almost spat his drink out of his nose, laughing.

"Yeah Yeah. That does sound like Steve." Bucky kept chuckling as he swallowed the rest of his drink. He put the empty glass on the bar and asked the bartender for a refill. His eyes roamed the place, looking at the people on the dance floor, then his eyes landed on you.

You were dancing your heart out and wearing that new short, tight black dress that had no sleeves, feeling kind of tipsy from the three or four drinks you had. Your hair is all messed up from the heat of dancing, which made some of your baby hair stick to your forehead due to sweat. Bucky couldn't keep his eyes off of you; he didn't know why, but for him, you were so attractive, with that tight short dress hugging all of your curves perfectly, your hips and body swaying to the music, and your shiny, beautiful hair swaying and moving with your body too.

He kept staring at you, lost in your beauty until he felt a rough hand hitting his shoulder. "See something you like, Barnes?" Sam raised an eyebrow at him, following Bucky's intense gaze at you. "Go dance with her," Sam chuckled, pointing at you with his glass.

"No fucking way, Sam. I don't dance." Bucky took a deep breath and swallowed the refilled glass in just one sip. He put the glass again on the bar table and motioned for the bartender to refill it again. Somehow all that built-up and buried sexual energy in him started to resurface as he got reminded that the last time he had any sexual interaction with a woman was in the 1940s. He really needed to take it out of his system and ease that sexual tension inside of him. He knew that he had to do that one day or another. Hell, Sam even knew and noticed that too, as Bucky's anger issues and frustrations were getting out of hand and Sam had enough of this attitude. He thought that maybe with a few drinks and a nice night out, Bucky might be less tense. But when a pretty lady gets Bucky's attention and he starts to act all frustrated again, it all clicks for Sam now, as the reason behind Bucky's frustration is just built-up sexual energy. Poor Bucky hasn't gotten laid since the 40s; he must feel like a virgin now, Sam thought.

Bucky kept staring at you and the way your body moved to the music until he saw you moving toward him with one of your friends. You were headed towards the bar while laughing with your friend, and you moved and stood very close to him and shouted the names of some drinks for the bartender. He could smell you. You were sweaty as hell, but for him, you smelt so nice and sugary; your body and hair smelt like a mix of coconut and jasmine, and he loved it so much that his body stiffened and he stood straight, trying his hardest not to look at you and the way you kept scratching your scalp and flipping your hair from the heat you felt from dancing. You took out a scrunchie from your purse and tied your hair up in a messy ponytail, and he almost fell on his knees as he saw drops of sweat running down your neck. You were so hot and beautiful, he thought he'd lose his mind.

Sam was standing on the opposite side of Bucky and you, watching Bucky's reactions with a smirk. "Hey ladies, can we buy you some drinks?" Sam said this to you and your friend, startling you both out of your conversation. Your friend looked at him and Bucky and gasped loudly.

"Oh my god! You're the Avengers!" Your friend screamed, which made you get confused, and you looked carefully at Sam, then turned your head and found very hungry blue eyes looking back at you. Your mouth opened a little at the sight before you. You thought that this was literally the most beautiful and handsome man you'd ever seen in your whole life. You both kept holding that intense eye contact; you didn't realize you were so close to each other until your friend pushed your shoulder to grab your attention, and you almost fell on him. Bucky was quick, and he held you by your waist and helped you stand up straight, never breaking eye contact.

"Are you okay?" He said that as your heart kept beating so hard and loud, you were very nervous, as you had never had that much tension with anyone before—even your friend and Sam sensed it. You nodded your head at Bucky while smiling nervously, then tried to breathe normally as you felt like you were choking out of air. You also felt that strange sensation of tingling between your legs. You couldn't help it; as per lots of previous experiences, you were well aware that alcohol makes you horny. But alcohol plus the hottest man you've ever seen—that was too much for you, and you felt out of breath.

"Y-You don't need to buy us any drinks, we were actually getting those last drinks and leaving afterward," you said nervously to Sam as you held your friend's arm. You smiled with a nod at the bartender when she put the two drinks you ordered in front of you and your friend.

"What? Noooooo, Y/N, I wanna stay," your drunk friend whined. "You can do whatever you want to me, Mr. Falcon." Your friend flirted with Sam and touched his hand and squeezed it while winking at him, which made Sam blush and smirk at her.

"Oh, I think you had enough drinks already." You cringed at your friend, squeezed her shoulders, and pulled her away slowly to leave.

"At least, let us drive you home." Bucky's voice behind you said that, and your breath hitched. You were trying your hardest not to interact with this man because, you swear, you were so close to jumping on him and doing very unholy things to him.

"Y-You don't have to." Your voice was shaky, and you tried to keep your friend steady.

"But we want to. Please." He touched your arm softly, and you got goosebumps all over, feeling hotter, and that tingling feeling between your legs was more unbearable.

"Okay," that's all that you managed to say, as there's nothing on your mind now except for the various positions and ways he could fuck you with. Yes, you were that horny.

Sam got his wallet out and paid for his, Bucky's, and your drinks. You kept holding your friend, afraid she might trip and fall. Meanwhile, Bucky was walking beside you, guiding you to the main exit and shielding you from the crowd. He was very gentle and kind to you, and you just couldn't stop looking at his strong, veiny hands and imagining them wrapped around your neck.

By the time you got outside the club, Bucky had guided you and your almost knocked-out friend to the parking lot, where Sam was already waiting there next to the black SUV. Normally, you wouldn't ever consider going out or taking a ride with strange men you just met at the bar. This is a never-in-a-million-years action from you. But your cautious side left the room when you acknowledged that these are the actual Avengers and they couldn't ever hurt you. And if they did, you're going to make a hundred percent sure to sue their asses afterward. You smiled at yourself at that thought, and that caught Bucky's attention.

"What are you smiling at?" Bucky said to you as he smiled too. Your smile dropped immediately as he caught you off guard, and you felt so embarrassed. Of course, you're not going to tell him you were just thinking about suing him if he did something to you, and that made you smile. What the hell are you? A psycho?

"Ummm, nothing." You smiled awkwardly. "I am just a little drunk." And you awkwardly laughed. 'Gosh, can this get any weirder?' You thought to yourself. 

"Are you okay?" He said this in a concerned tone while opening the doors of the backseat in the car and guiding you and your friend in. You nodded at him with a smile, sat your friend carefully in the backseat, and seated yourself next to her. Bucky got in the passenger seat while Sam started driving and pulling out of the parking spot.

"So, do you ladies have a place, or are we going to drive all night?" Sam said this in a sarcastic tone while opening the Google Maps app on his phone. He gave the phone to Bucky to start typing your addresses in the search bar.

You laughed at Sam's question. "Yeah, but Y/F/N lives closer, so can we drop her off first, Mr. Falcon? Shit. Sorry. I mean Sam." You cringed at yourself for calling Sam Mr. Falcon like your friend did. You don't know if it's because you feel awkward, or the tension between you and Bucky, or the four drinks you had earlier.

Sam and Bucky laughed softly at Sam's new nickname, and that made you feel more awkward, and that made you laugh nervously. Bucky noticed that and said, "That's okay. I call him sometimes "Daddy Falcon," just like those girls on Twitter, just to tease him." 

"Hey man, what the hell? You promised you would not say that again. Why are you telling her, you freaky cyborg?" You laughed so hard at the way they speak to each other and their weird nicknames for each other.

"Wait, What? Cyborg? Is that your actual nickname?" You laughed at Bucky while your friend was napping silently with her head on your lap.

"No, actually Bucky is my nickname," he overstressed the word 'Bucky' while looking at Sam, giving him a death glare, which made you giggle more. "But Sam just loves giving me a hard time."

"What? Man, who's giving who a hard time with that "Daddy Falcon" bullshit? I ain't nobody's daddy." Sam said while focusing on the road. You can't stop giggling at this point.

"Whatever, Sam. I'm sorry, okay? Truce?" Bucky said to Sam, smiling and looking at you from time to time through the rearview mirror.

"Fine," Sam said while still looking at the road ahead and rolling his eyes at Bucky.

"Shit, can I put the location on the map? because I think we're close to her apartment." You snapped out of your laughter and motioned with your hand for Bucky to give you the phone and type in the location. Bucky handed you the phone, and you started typing in your friend's apartment location, which was only five minutes away from your current location. You handed the phone back to Bucky, and he started directing Sam to the location. *

You made sure your friend was comfortable and sleeping well in her bed after you took her shoes off, tucked her under the blanket, turned off the light, and left. Buck and Sam were waiting for you downstairs outside the car. You walked toward them and smiled, saying, "I'm so sorry guys, we've been such a huge burden on you tonight. I really appreciate your help and kindness. Thank you."

They both smiled at you, saying stuff like "Don't mention it", "It's okay," and "We're happy to help." The three of you went into the car again, and Sam started driving to your house. The distance from your friend's apartment to yours was around fifteen minutes, so you started chatting with them and getting to know them better. You learned that they were staying here at the Avengers Tower and that Sam is not from around here usually, but Bucky is from Brooklyn. He kept telling you about his life back then, in the forties, and how he was adjusting to this new world. You and Sam joked a bit about Bucky's age, but he didn't mind it. He actually laughed at some of your jokes.

You were startled by the voice of the GPS lady saying, "You've arrived at your destination," and you felt upset for leaving them too soon. You exchanged numbers with Bucky and Sam and promised them to hang out with them soon and have brunch.

Out of politeness, you invited them over to your apartment for some coffee, and Sam agreed right away, while Bucky was just thinking about it. You were kind of surprised by his immediate agreement, which made you question if they had other intentions towards you. But you brushed these thoughts away when you saw that kind, loving, and gentle look in Bucky's eyes when he looked at you.

As soon as you got out of the car and were guiding them to your building's entrance door, Sam stopped in his tracks and exclaimed loudly, "Oh shit man, I forgot." You and Bucky stopped and looked at him, worried.

"I promised Sarah I'd call her tonight, and I completely forgot. Man, I hate when this happens. She must be worried, thinking something happened to me or else. I've got to go. Sorry, Y/N. It was very nice to meet you. We'll catch up soon, okay?" He gave you a small hug and pulled away. “Sorry, Buck, I've got to head home. You have Uber on your phone, right? Remember, I taught you how to use it." He smirked and winked at Bucky, who was, by the way, giving him the most deadly glare ever as he connected the dots and figured out Sam's plan to leave you and him alone. "You finish that cup of coffee first. I think you need to sober up a little." He gave Bucky a small hug too and whispered something in his ear that you couldn't hear, even though you tried eavesdropping. "Again, Y/N, very nice to meet you. See you later. Bye." He sprinted to his car, went in, and started to drive off.

"Okay, so I think it's just the two of us then." You smiled at Bucky and turned your head away from him to open the building's door with your keys. You guided him inside and went to your apartment, which was on the third floor. You opened the door to your apartment, invited him in, and apologized for the mess, which was not so messy, but you just felt awkward. Especially in the presence of him and the fact that both of you were finally alone in the privacy of your own house, which made the very unholy thoughts about him grow wilder.

You both took off your jackets and sat on the couch. You excused yourself to go make the coffee, but as soon as you stepped into the kitchen, you forgot that you ran out of coffee this morning and that you were supposed to go buy some the next morning. You cursed at yourself and felt so embarrassed. You went back into the living room and found him texting on his phone. Little did you know that he was texting Sam "very uncool" for what Sam did and for that lame excuse to leave you both alone.

When he noticed you were in the living room with empty hands and pouting lips, he asked if everything was okay. "I forgot I ran out of coffee this morning; I'm sorry." You pouted your lips and dropped your shoulders. He smiled at how cute you looked right now. "I have tea if you like." You smiled at him, and his gaze turned so softly toward you.

"Tea would be great. Thanks." He said it, smiling. You hopped on your feet, turned, and went to the kitchen, making tea for you and him. After six or seven minutes, you returned with two hot mugs of tea. You handed him his mug and sat next to him on the couch.

You started chatting and talking about everything and anything. Despite all the talking and chatting, without your awareness, you both started to get closer to each other. It was like your bodies were magnets for each other. The tension thickens, and both of you can't help but stare at each other's lips while talking, drinking tea, or doing anything else. You noticed that he licks his lips before saying anything, and he noticed how you bite your lips when you're concentrating on what he's saying or when you're staring at his lips.

After an hour or so of talking, you noticed that you were so close to him now that you could feel his hot breath on your face and how he was controlling all your senses now, with his hands touching your leg, his musky and minty scent surrounding you, and his blue eyes gazing softly at you. You were snapped back to reality when you became aware that you both hadn't said anything for the past ten minutes, and you even forgot who stopped talking first or who said the last word. You were just staring and looking at each other with very hungry eyes for one another.

"Can I kiss you?" He whispered while looking at your lips with his lustful blue eyes. Your heart skipped a beat at what he said as you became too excited and became more aware of the wetness growing between your legs.

You nodded as you tried your hardest to hide your grin. "Words, Honey. I need to hear you." He said this while looking at your eyes, then moving his gaze to your lips again as he moved his hand up and held your chin up while moving his thumb on your lip, pulling the bottom lip down and freeing it from between your teeth. You didn't notice; you were biting your lips the whole time.

"Yes, please." You whispered, but it came out more as a whine. He smashed his lips against yours. Kissing you passionately and hungrily. He poked and licked your lips with his tongue, asking for permission, which you happily granted him, and you opened your mouth to him so he could devour you more with his kisses and tongue.

You were so lost in the moment and in him, and you kept tugging and pulling his shirt, asking and wanting more. He pushed you down on the couch with his body and laid on top of you, making out with you fiercely. Needing you more than you need him. You started lazily pulling his shirt up while bending and lifting your legs and wrapping them around his waist. You felt his erection poking and rubbing your inner thighs, which made you moan into his mouth.

He pulled away and started taking his shirt off while you were lifting your short dress up to your hips and waist, exposing your black lace underpants. Suddenly, you felt like you were rushing into things, and the situation between you two escalated too quickly. You don't want him to have the wrong idea of you, just as you don't want this to be a one-night stand. You want more. You want him to be yours.

"I-I just want to say that I don't do this at all." You said this while panting from the heat of it all and from that passionate make-out you just had.

"Do what?" He frowned and was confused. He thought you were backing out, and he was just embarrassing himself by taking his shirt off, thinking there could be more to this.

"I don't take guys I meet in the club home and sleep with them; I don't do one-night stands." You helped yourself sit up with your elbows while he was sitting and straddling you.

"I don't do one-night stands either." He smiled at you and cupped your cheeks as he kept moving his thumb on your lips. "I just can't help myself around you and can't help how my body reacts to you. I never had this feeling or attraction to anyone before." He pushed you down and started kissing your exposed neck. "Fuck, you're so beautiful. I've never seen such a beauty like yours before." He looked into your eyes while grinding his hardened length into your clothed core. You moaned slightly, which was an opportunity for him to bury his tongue in your mouth again. 

"Can you be mine for tonight?" He groaned against your mouth while still grinding into you. "Can you be my girl for tonight?" He started leaving wet and sloppy kisses on your neck and collarbone, moving down to your chest.

"Yes, please, Bucky. I'm your girl." You moaned and wrapped your legs around his waist again while your hands kept rubbing and playing with his hair.

You noticed the scars on his left shoulder near his metal arm, and you suddenly remembered who he really is and his dark past. You wanted to reassure him, so you started kissing the scars on his shoulder and paying more attention to them. "You are perfect, Bucky. So perfect, I could just eat you." You said this to him while grinning and tucking your bottom lip in between your teeth. You could clearly see his gaze soften and his cheeks turn bright red as he chuckled shyly.

"Look who's talking." He smiled and started kissing you passionately again. "Can we take this to the bedroom, plum?" He kissed your cheek and kept moving down, kissing your neck and collarbone.

"I was about to tell you that. The condoms are in the bedroom, anyway." You said that out of breath. You felt his arms wrapping around you and hugging you tight to his chest as he pulled you up in his arms and held you tight as he stood up, and you directed him to your bedroom while filling his neck with kisses and noticed the red marks of your ruined lipstick on him. You took a look at his face and found his mouth all smeared with red lipstick. You smiled at that sight. "This shade looks very flattering on you, Sergeant Barnes." You giggled and swiped your thumb on his lips while cupping his cheek in your palm as he was smiling like an idiot at you.

He turned on the light in your bedroom and threw you gently on the bed. He threw himself on you after taking off his dark pants, while you removed your ruined dress and threw it on the floor, leaving the two of you bare-chested. You kept making out more with him while he kept grinding his length on your clothed cunt and moaning in each other's mouths. "Can I?" he panted as he hooked his fingers on the elastic band of your underpants, asking for permission to take them off.

"Yes, please." You breathed out and lifted your hips off the bed, making it easier for him to take them off. He removed it gently and threw it across the room. He placed both of his hands on your knees and opened your legs widely. He gasped a little at the picture in front of him—your soaking wet cunt bared to him as you're fully naked underneath him with your perfect-rounded breasts moving up and down because of your panting and your perked nipples being so tempting for him to just suckle on them all night long. His mouth was open, and his eyes were full of nothing but hunger and lust as if he were eating your body with his gaze.

"Fuck, you're perfect." His hands slipped so nicely and easily from your calf up to your hips, and he started circling your sensitive bud with his thumb. "I want you to be my fucking girl forever." He started kissing your body all over. From your hips to your arms to your belly button to your breast, he kept sucking on your nipples for a little bit. All of that while his metal hand never left your cunt, as he kept rubbing it and toying with your sensitive clit with his fingers. "If you let me in, doll, I don't think I'd ever be able to leave." He looked into your eyes while saying that.

Seeing the look on his face and the way his eyes were lost in yours, you got the feeling that it wasn't just some dirty talk and that he actually meant it. "Then don't leave, sergeant. Make me yours." You pulled him in for a long, deep kiss that left you both out of breath. You gasped loudly as you felt his finger enter your hole suddenly and stretch your it.

He pushed another finger in and kept pumping them slowly inside of you, curving and scissoring them and stretching you.

You can't control your need for him and his throbbing cock inside of you, as you can already feel it nudging your inner thigh and feel the wetness caused by the precum. "Sergeant, please, I need you. Stop teasing." You whined and pushed your hips up a little, signaling to him how desperate and needy you are for him.

He chuckled and asked you about the location of the condoms, and you motioned to him their location in the drawer of your bedside table. He lifted his body from on top of you, took off his boxers, and went to the condom drawer. He took some, threw them on the bed next to you, took one in his teeth, unwrapped it, and put it on his cock.

You looked at the four or five extra condoms next to you and looked at him, confused, with an evil grin on your face. "Don't worry, plum. You're my girl now, remember? And tonight, I get to fuck my girl as much as I want. And I really want to keep you impaled on my cock all night long. Is that okay with you, doll?" He was massaging your inner thighs and mirroring your evil grin.

"Yes, sergeant. I'm all yours to fuck." You teased back and opened your legs more, giving him more access. He smirked at you and lined up the head of his cock with your entrance. He started to push in slowly while you wrapped your legs around his hips and pulled him closer, which made him push half of his cock into you. You cried out at the burn and stretch of his cock, which you thought was carved by the gods because of how magnificent and big it is. 

He pushed his cock into you until he bottomed out. You felt so full that if he switched the angle, he'd be able to touch your cervix with the head of his cock. He was that deep in your cunt. "You're so tight, doll. So perfect for me. Fuck, I won't last long." He groaned as he started moving and thrusting slowly. You just can't control your moans or cries at that moment, and you don't care. His name was falling out of your mouth like a prayer as he picked up the pace and started to thrust faster and deeper.

He lifted your legs up and placed them on his shoulders. This new position made him go even deeper, and as you thought, his cock is hitting your cervix and that deep spot in you that makes you scream like a woman possessed. He hugged your legs with his left arm, and the other one was pressed against your lower stomach while his thumb was moving in circles on your swollen clit. You were so close, and your throat started to itch and soar from your uncontrollable screams and cries. You've never been fucked that good, you thought to yourself. He was hitting all the right spots, moving at the perfect pace, and just being irresistible enough to make you fall in love with him. He stole your breath away from that first glance at the bar, but now? Now he was fucking you like he knew you, your spots, and what you wanted and liked. It's like you were made for each other.

Your orgasm crashed into you suddenly, and by then you were just a whimpering mess. Bucky didn't stop and kept fucking you through your orgasm, making it last longer and focusing on pleasuring you more. You were clenching around his cock like crazy, and he kept moaning and whimpering like a teenage boy losing his virginity for the first time. He snapped and emptied his load inside of you as his thrusts got sloppier. "Fuck, doll, I think the condom broke." He noticed that when he looked at where your bodies were connected and saw that big cut on the head of the condom. He chuckled softly and looked at you.

You pulled your legs down from their positions on his shoulder and lifted yourself up on your elbows to see how it broke. "What the hell? How did that happen?" You were panting, then you looked at him and chuckled at that dumb accident.

"I don't know. Maybe because of how hard and fast I was going and with your cunt choking my cock like a vase, I'd say I'm surprised it snapped like this instead of being taken off by the pressure." He giggled, moved his head down, and kissed you. "But don't worry doll. I got you." He pulled himself out of you and moved down your body until he was face-to-face with your swollen cunt. "I'll make sure you get all cleaned up." He said this before lapping and licking your mixed white liquid. Which didn't help your oversensitivity and made you get overstimulated quickly.

"God, Bucky, I'm going to cum again." You cried out, pulled on his hair, and pushed your hips up a bit, almost riding his face. He hummed and groaned while sucking your clit and shaking his head. That made you fall off the edge quicker and you came and gushed all over his face.

He didn't stop until he cleaned you up of everything, and you kept twitching and shaking from the overstimulation, but it felt too good to tell him to stop. After he fulfilled his promise and got you all cleaned up with his tongue, he pulled away and threw himself on the bed next to you after taking you in his arms first and hugging you closely. You lifted your leg over his and hugged him back. You both kept cuddling for a while in your bed, trying to catch your breath while looking at each other and smiling like stupid kids.

"Thank you." He said it softly and kissed your forehead. while stroking your arm gently.

"For what?" You smiled in confusion and looked deeply into his hazy blue eyes.

"I'll tell you later, but now my girl needs to rest for a while because I'm not done with her yet." He tickled you, and you both were laughing and enjoying each other's presence so much that you didn't want to leave each other for one second, and your hands couldn't get off one another.

Of course, the rest of the night you spent it talking and learning more about each other, and to take a break from all the talking and trauma dumping, you kept fucking like rabbits. You don't know how or when it happened, but you fell deeply in love with him and wanted him to actually be yours. 

The next day, you woke up and found him making breakfast in your kitchen. You were so happy to find him discovering things in your kitchen and making food, and you wished silently to wake up every morning to this sight. Later, while you both were eating breakfast, he asked you out on a date and told you how much he liked you, enjoyed your company, and wanted to be your boyfriend. You agreed immediately and kept making out with him for the rest of the day until he had to leave because of an emergency meeting that occurred in the tower. You found it so hard to let him go and kept clinging to him, even when he was getting dressed, but he promised he'd come right back to you once he finished the meeting. You eventually agreed to let him go, and he told you he'd take you out for dinner tonight as your first official date. You gave him one last passionate kiss, and he left.

Later on, and after hundreds of dates and dating for almost a year now, he finally told you what he meant by thanking you after you both hooked up for the first time ever. He explained to you how this was his first time having sex since the forties, how he had that built-up sexual tension and frustration that almost made him lose his mind, and he started to feel insecure because of that, and how it all changed when he slept with you for the first time, and how you made it so easy for him and let him get back to his old self and feel like the old Bucky again, whom he thought was dead since that moment he fell off that train in Europe. Your relationship with Bucky was the best thing that ever happened to the two of you. You both changed each other, helped each other grow, and found out what being in love is actually like. He literally said "I love you" after the third week of being together and during a very hot love-making session, which was the best sex you've ever had in your life. Bucky was the best lover you could've asked for, and you were so grateful for him and for that night out with your friend in that Manhattan club that you were reluctant to go to in the first place. It was fate that brought you together.

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[stuckyfingers]

"You may now kiss the groom"

"At long last, I take you to be my husband, to have and to hold as I have always done, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till the end of the line."

Bucky Barnes can't hold back his tears when he leans in to kiss Steve Rogers after stomping the glass. They are pictured laughing into their first kiss as a married couple, under a chuppah and pink flowers.

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[myfictionaldreams]

Did the reader ever used the safeword with Bucky and Steve? And how did they react/ deal with it?🥺

The Limit // Mafia!Stucky x Fem!Reader

Summary: Everyone has a limit, this includes Steve and Bucky. What happens in different situations where each of you felt compelled to use your safewords?

A/N: thank you for the request! this has actually been requested quite a few times so I hope you all enjoy!

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, fluff, angst, threesome, safeword use, rough sex, anal, intense, overstimulation, restraints, blindfolds, punishment, spanking, anxiety attacks, protective steve/bucky, emotional hurt/comfort, aftercare, teasing, begging, subspace, pet names, everyone needs a hug, not beta read

Words: 5.1k

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During your intimate moments with Steve and  Bucky, there was nothing more important than communication. If you liked something, let each other know. If you wanted to slow down or pause, just simply say the word yellow or tap your fingers once. If you needed everything to stop immediately, whether it was to reposition or discontinue the action, then you’d say the word red or shake your head.

It was a good system to have, especially during moments when scenes would become more intense or rough, needing to know what the limits of the other are, how the fun could continue or the aftercare to begin. Communicating was key.

For example, on one occasion of using the safe word ‘red’, your wants and needs were more than your body could physically cope with.

You were absolutely and truly fucked, sweat coating your body, eyes dazed, the pupils so wide it gave the appearance that your iris’ were shaded black. You were deep into subspace, no thoughts making coherent sense other than the need to pleasure Steve and Bucky, saying anything the try and get more of them, even if it was pushing yourself over the edge. At that moment though, you didn’t care, having orgasmed so many times that your body was refusing to move of your own accord with how weak your muscles felt but luckily Steve and Bucky were more than happy to move you into whatever position you or they wanted.

Currently, you were bent over the desk in Steve’s at-home office, the sturdy oak rubbing against your stomach with each thrust from Bucky’s cock into your arse as your body writhed and pulsed through its unknown number orgasm. At this point, your mouth was permanently opening with the stream of pornographic moans coming out.

Even though you were completely exhausted and definitely should have had a break, or just completely stopped but all your spacey cock-drunk mind could think of was the fact that Steve and Bucky hadn’t cum yet and you needed for them to fill you up. Their stamina was sometimes the best thing but also the worst, when your desperation to get them to their own orgasms but your body was completely exhausted. Particularly in between your legs, your clit was overly sensitive that every touch had you jolting, and your pussy was puffy from the fucking from both men.

“Want you both at the same time, please…” you groaned, words slurring slightly as you attempted to look over your shoulder to Bucky who stroked a hand down your spine, his hips paused to allow your body to adjust to the orgasm but his cock was still very much deep in your ass.

“Think you can handle us, Doll?” Bucky asked with a soft gaze in his eye, trying to assess if you were actually ok to continue. To his right, Steve was doing the same thing, his hand moving up and down his shaft at a leisurely pace.

There was one thing you were good at and that was begging as you pushed your hips back against his, not really pondering on the discomfort that came with it. “Please daddies, want you both, wanna feel full”.

That seemed to convince them enough that the comfort of the cool wood against your face was replaced with Steve’s shoulder as Bucky had wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you with simplicity due to his inhuman strength. Your back was flush against his chest as Steve pushed against your front, his hands firmly under your knees to help keep you upright as your heavy head lolled onto his muscular shoulder.

“Pleaseeee”, you whined, sounding out of breath with the exhaustion of the rough sex you’d been having.

“I’ve got you baby”, Steve encouraged, his cock brushing against your clit as he tried to position it at your dripping hole. With your face now hiding in the crevice of Steve’s shoulder, neither he nor Bucky could see your visible wince due to the discomfort but still you held on to his blonde hair that curled slightly at the nape of his neck.

However, as Steve’s thick cock slipped into your over-used pussy, your low grunt that you made to match the instant tensing of all your muscles, Steve and Bucky’s eyes blazed with concern as they looked at each other over your shoulder.

“Hot Mama, what’s your colour?” Bucky questioned for your safe word, having already half-deciding that if you said green he wouldn’t believe you, blaming the subspace for pushing yourself past the limit of pleasure.

You had felt fuzzy when they’d first picked you up, but now, the discomfort and stinging from between your legs seemed to push some clarity back. Of course, you felt bad that Steve and Bucky still hadn’t cum but you knew it would cause more upset if they continued and caused you any further injury so accepting defeat, shoulders dropping, words now sounding more clear, “red”.

Steve and Bucky both loosened their position so they weren’t so squished against their bodies but still carefully held you up.

“Take a deep breath in and slowly release”, Steve instructed and as you breathed out, both cocks were simultaneously pulled out of your holes and you instantly felt relief. “Good girl, thank you for being honest with us, we’re going to look after you, ok?” Steve’s voice was gentle, as he continued to explain what was going to happen. “I’m going to wrap your legs around my waist and we’re all going to go to the bathroom, whilst Bucky gets you something to drink”.

This was exactly what they did, Steve taking all of your weight, wrapping your legs around his waist and then holding underneath your thighs to keep you upright as your body still felt like it was made of jello. You weren’t sure what to say, only thankful that you could trust these two men that would stop getting their own pleasure, so you kissed his neck softly, showing that you appreciated him. Steve’s grip tightened around you as he began walking out of the office and to the en-suit bathroom in your bedroom.

“Shower or bath?” he asked, mumbling the question against your temple, kissing the hairline even though you were still sheeted in sweat.

You contemplated for a moment, scrapping your fingers through his hair and decided that you wanted to be weightless and have just a moment to sit back and process everything. “A bath please”.

Steve filled the excessively large bathtub with hot, soapy water, knowing you all needed the heat to help relax the exserted muscles. Still holding you, he settled down, into the water, releasing a deep moan that vibrated against your chest as his grip on your thighs relaxed as you both were submerged.

His touch however didn’t end as he instead wrapped both of his arms around your back, holding you close to his front still. You felt safe in the embrace and the heat of the water soaking into your body, soothing the ache in your muscles and stinging between your legs.

A tap on your head alerted you to Bucky’s arrival as he crouched next to you, holding out a glass of orange juice with a reassuring smile. “Drink up mama, let’s start building up that energy, I’ve got some snacks on the bed as well”. Gently, Bucky tilted the glass to your mouth, helping you to drink the sugary drink that instantly quenched the thirst you didn’t realise you felt but also made you feel slightly more energised as you snuggled back against Steve.

The water lapped against the sides as Bucky climbed into the spacious bath, sliding in close to your side and kissing your bare shoulder, hand stroking over your upper back and with the sheer size of both of your boyfriend’s hands, the entire span of your back was not covered by Steve and Bucky.

“Are you ready to talk about it?” Bucky asked in between kisses along your skin. You nodded in response, pushing up off of Steve’s chest, testing your own strengths, surprising yourself when you were actually able to sit back fully on his thighs, noting the soft cock that now floated between your bodies in the soapy water. A pang of guilt settled in the pit of your stomach as you now looked between both boyfriends.

Steve tilted your chin with a single finger, making you look into his crystal-blue eyes, “I don’t like that look you’ve got, I’m glad you used your safe word, it’s the reason we’ve got them and Buck and I don’t need to cum to have a good time, do you understand that?”

“Yeah, I do”, you responded honestly.

“Good. Do you want to explain to us what happened?”

The three of you talked through everything, discussing what could be done differently next time like saying yellow and having a break or not trying to do every single sexual act possible in one evening. You even cheekily blamed their stamina for being too strong which earned a hearty laugh from them both before cuddling back onto Steve’s chest for a couple more minutes.

“Let’s get out of here honey”, Steve decided, beginning to shift to stand.

Your legs were still incredibly unsteady so you held on desperately to Steve as Bucky dried you with a fresh, warm towel, being careful over tender areas before helping to slip an oversized shirt over your head.

“Come here!”, you squealed as Bucky enthusiastically picked you up bridal style, kissing your cheek as your arms settled around his waist. It always felt odd when you were the one semi-clothed and your boyfriends were in the nude, usually, it was the other way around but you enjoyed it nonetheless, even though you’d been getting fucked by both of them not that long ago, you still admired their beautifully structured bodies.

“Eyes up, baby”, Steve joked from where he walked behind you, drying himself as he walked, purposelessly flexing his arms so the muscles bulged, and you bite your lip to hide your grin.

Bucky gently lay you in the centre of the bed, next to the collection of randomly selected snacks that ranged from sweets and chocolate to fresh fruits. The brunette slide in closely beside you, reaching around the begin rooting through the snacks before feeding you a couple of raspberries.

It was a peaceful end to the day and the complete opposite of how you thought it would be. The way they both tended to your needs meant that you were lost in a fuzzy headspace and even though your body would undoubtedly ache in the morning, you were just glad that you were with two men that always put your needs above their own and made you feel safe.

ღBUCKYღ

The safe word wasn’t just for you though and there had been occasions where Bucky had to use it as well.

You were 10 spanks into a punishment, thrown haphazardly over Steve’s meaty thighs, your body completely nude and arse cheeks raw to the touch from Steve’s palm. You were thoroughly enjoying the roughness but Bucky on the other hand thought Steve was going too rough, ignoring your pleasured moans and sopping wet cunt to show your signs of arousal.

Internally, Bucky was panicking from where he watched in a chair opposite Steve. His fists were clenched painfully, not that he could send the pain from his metal arm but the gears creaked from how tightly he was tightening his hand. Bucky never enjoyed it when Steve was super rough with you, even though you were adamant that you enjoyed it, Bucky hated to see the pain that came with the pleasure. You were his sweet Doll, you deserved the best and he always thought it was counterproductive to do harsh punishments. This was also why it was Bucky’s job during these moments to make sure to say if things went too far as sometimes you would slip into a headspace that wouldn’t care for your safety and let Steve continue until you passed out, and this, they definitely didn’t want.

Most of the time, Bucky was fine watching, allowing Steve to do any of the rougher sides of things during sex but today, there was something that didn’t settle right within Bucky. Without processing what he was doing, he moved off of his chair and squatted down next to your face from where it stared at the floor. As soon as you felt his cool metal palm stroke your cheek, you reached to hold onto the wrist, keeping him there.

Steve’s hand continued to lay spanks against your arse, each one you gasped and then thanked him for it as per your punishment rules and if you forget, then he starts again.

Bucky wiped away the tears that always seemed to fall during these moments, “are you ok, mama?” he asks under his breath.

“Yeah”, you say with a quiver in your voice, another tear sliding down your cheek. Bucky looked up at Steve with uncertainty in his eyes, unsure whether you were actually fine to continue or it was just Bucky who was feeling anxious and unnerved. Steve raised a single perfect eyebrow, questioning Bucky’s look and this was where you sensed the silent conversation that was happening. “Please sir, I can handle it, I’m ok”, you reassured Steve to continue with a simple shake of your hips.

Steve glanced at Bucky one more time before continuing. Three more strikes later and you released a different sort of whine one that gave Bucky pure panic that rocked his core, not being able to hear it sounded like you were in pain as he suddenly shouted, “RED!”

Steve immediately stopped, his eyes filling with panic as he helped to lay you on the bed, careful of your sore arse but he needed to see your face. “Baby? Are you ok? Talk to me”, Steve encouraged as he stood over you.

Blinking back tears, your body was trembling with adrenaline but you were clearly confused by the sudden stop to the punishment, disorientated as you didn’t say to stop. “Im…I’m ok, I didn’t need to stop, m’fine”, you mumbled, your tongue feeling too big for your mouth.

Steve frowned, even though you were confused, he could clearly see she wasn’t at any point to stop, not showing any visible signs of being in significant pain or distress. Confused he turned to Bucky who had stood, breathing heavily like he’d just been for a run, his eyes wild and darting between his friend and you.

“I thought she- she sounded like she was in pain I… I didn’t-.. I couldn’t-”, Bucky hastily rubbed a hand over his face, struggling to fill his lungs with air as his panic continued to escalate. He wasn’t sure if it was because of the confusion of hearing you whimpering in pain or the realisation that he’d stopped something you were clearly enjoying or the disappointment that Steve was bound to feel for stopping a scene early, or just a mixture of everything.

In his panic, he didn’t see Steve standing to his full height, his face calm and understanding as he approached Bucky with his hands outstretched, “Bucky, calm down, she’s ok, she’s not hurt”, the mafia leader tried to calm his second in command, sensing the edge of composure that Bucky had was close to slipping.

“Yeah…yeah she’s ok…” Bucky repeated, trying to almost convince himself but it wasn’t much use as he was close to a panic attack, something he hadn’t experienced since his time in the war with Steve many years ago.

“Bucky?” it was you now to notice the distress of your boyfriend. Even though you still continued to feel confused, your own anxiety was beginning to creep up with seeing Bucky’s panic. With a weak attempt, you tried to reach for him, your hands still visibly trembling from the comedown of the punishment, your eyes now filling with tears as you didn’t manage to grasp onto Bucky.

“I’m- I’m sorry I just-”, Bucky turned away, running his hands over his trimmed hair, trying to get some composure, seeing you actually becoming distressed with seeing him like this. From your position on the bed, you watched Steve stand in front of his friend, so he was facing in your direction, his expression concerned as he placed a strong hand on Bucky’s shoulder. Steve leaned in close to Bucky, talking seriously but in a hushed tone “Buck listen to me, she’s fine, take a breath for me, she’s alright”.

You wanted nothing more than to be with Bucky and make sure that he was ok, rarely ever seeing him like this. Forcefully, you tried to shake your body from head to toe, attempting to snap out of the confused state you were in, your boyfriend needed you, so you needed to get a hold of yourself. With great effort and a heavy grunt, you rolled onto your side, swinging your legs in front of you to try and stand on them.

However, they were still very unsteady and you weren’t able to push off of the bed. Steve noticed over Bucky’s shoulder what you were attempting to do and quickly rushed forward to stop you from falling, “Baby be careful, we still need to do aftercare, stay on the bed”.

“But I need Bucky”, your voice wobbled as you looked at Steve with sadness and fear.

Hearing you say that seemed to snap Bucky out of his feared trance and he was kneeling in front of you in a couple of steps, but you still noticed the way he wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, “I’m here Doll, I’ve got you”.

Finally having him close, you tried to wrap your arms around his shoulders, leaning close to hug him but it ended up being more than he was holding your body up but he was more than happy to do that. Repositioning the two of you, Bucky effortlessly manoeuvred your body into his lap as he sat on the edge of the bed, being careful of your sore arse cheeks as he positioned your legs on either side of his hips in a straddle.

Neither of you says anything as you continue to build more strength and hold onto his shoulders firmer, face nuzzling into his neck, trying to reassure him that you were ok. Your fingers still held a slight tremble but you stroked circled onto the back of his head, making sure you were feeling more aware before you began to speak, “I’m ok James”.

The use of had his sagging, the tension running from his body as Steve returned from the kitchen, carrying two glasses of water forcing you and Bucky to finish them. All three of you sat in comfortable silence for a couple of minutes, allowing for the tension that had been thick in the air to disappear as you and Bucky regained composure.

It was Bucky who spoke first, wishing to explain himself even though this was unnecessary, “I’m sorry, I think you were in pain and I just couldn’t bare to listen to it-”.

You cut him off by leaning back, looking into his eyes with a sad smile, “It’s ok, you don’t have to explain anything, I’m sorry I distressed you so much Bucky”. Leaning forward, you closed the gap between your mouths, kissing him softly and letting him just feel you for a moment, helping his tense posture to relax further.

Steve sat beside his friend, returning his comfortable hand to his shoulder. “Sometimes we can all get a little lost in the moment but that’s why we have the safe words, it’s for all of us, to protect us, that’s what this relationship is about. I’m sorry it ever got to this point Bucky”.

“I know, thank you, both of you”, he sounded relieved and significantly more calm as he kissed your bare shoulder.

Steve nods, passing an affectionate hand on the back of Bucky’s head before standing, returning from the bathroom with the salve for your burning arsecheeks, asking with a questioning eyebrow, “Would you like to do it or shall I?”

Bucky contemplated for a moment, thinking it would be nice to be able to soothe your sore cheeks but he was also enjoying the embrace and decided he’d much prefer to stay like that, “You can do it, Steve, I want to stay right here”, his arms tightening around your body as your nuzzled in closer to him.

From the position you were being held in with straddling Bucky’s lap, it still meant that Steve could massage the salve into your cheeks and you tried not to wince at the touch but then the salve instantly soothed your hot skin.

As he finished, he looked up at Bucky who was watching his movements carefully, “You know, we didn’t manage to finish the scene - not the punishment, that’s finished, but she wasn’t given the reward and I don’t want her to go through a subdrop tomorrow, what do you say Bucky? Want to reward her for being such a good girl”.

Steve already knew the answer from the way Bucky’s eyes darkened, his throat bobbing as he swallowed harshly. There was nothing Bucky wanted more than to hear your sweet moans, especially after the panic of hearing you in pain, he wanted to make you feel good, “I would love nothing more than to do that”. You smiled against Bucky’s neck, looking forward to what was to come, planning your own reward to Bucky.

ღSTEVEღ

Steve held a significant amount of authority in his life, being the leader of his mafia gang, making all of the decisions to benefit others or take away their lives. So often in your relationship, you always joked about being in control for once and even attempted it on a few occasions by handcuffing Steve’s hands to the bed.

However, with his strength, he was easily able to snap out of them and regain control of the situation. It was Bucky who had the bright idea of using his strength that matched Steve’s to hold him down. This led to the current situation of Steve sitting in his office chair that was positioned in the middle of the room and his hands behind his back where Bucky held them with his metal hand.

All three of you were completely nude and you watched excitedly as Steve’s cock throbbed against his abdomen, desperate to be touched.

“Are you ready?”, you asked with giddy excitement, not bothering to hide your grin as you held the blindfold in your hand.

“More than ever, baby”, Steve responded with just as much enthusiasm, eyes taking in every inch of your naked body, trying to see as much as he could before he was blindfolded. With a seductive swing of your hips, you stepped forward in between Steve’s man-spread legs and placed the eyemask over his head, making sure it was secure and there weren’t any gaps that he could see out of. Steve was plunged into darkness, his arms flexing momentarily to check to hold Bucky had on him, only to find that it was very firm, there was no way he was getting out of it.

Grinning at Bucky over Steve’s shoulder, you began by placing a simple kiss on Steve’s lips, feeling him try and press firmer but you pulled back before he could try and gain control.

You thoroughly teased Steve for a bit, nipping and kissing the column of his neck before straddling one of his thighs, rolling your bare core against him so he could feel your arousal, watching his cock throb at the touch. It was exhilarating to see him in such a state and even though you never liked to really be in control of these moments, much preferring to be submissive, it was thrilling to hear the desperate groans of the most dangerous leader in all of Brooklyn, as you touched him everywhere except his cock.

Steve was both enjoying the dynamic and also finding it hard to adjust to not being able to see or touch your body with his hands. He always liked seeing you had a little bit more dominance but to take away his control completely was a different step he’d never taken before.

“Want to see you”, he admits, mouth hanging open to release a heavy breath as you stroked a firm line down his abs, once again skipping over his member. You don’t say anything but Bucky watches as you grinned, his own cock throbbing painfully hard as seeing the way you were teasing his friend.

“Please baby, I wanna see you”, Steve repeats, now realising just how much he missed your pretty face. You continue to not say anything, thinking that it added to the tension, especially as a bead of precum dripped from the tip.

The next part of your plan involved one of your favourite vibrators planning on holding it against Steve’s cock but as you stood to retrieve it, from the way you’d been straddling his thigh for so long, your legs felt slightly unsteady as you stumbled and accidentally stubbed your toe on the metal table leg.

You automatically squealed in pain, quickly smacking a hand to your mouth to stop any further yellow, looking back at Bucky with wide eyes as you tried not to laugh and cry from the pain at the same time. Of course, you still managed to be clumsy in such a sexual moment like you were currently in, silently thankful that Steve hadn’t seen otherwise he’d be teasing you endlessly.

Bucky was trying not to laugh as well, biting his lip as held in his chuckle, not noticing the way that Steve had tensed.

“Baby?” the restrained man asked, turning his head, not that he could see you. Your silent laughter to him sounded almost like you were crying with his heightened hearing, “Are you ok? What’s happening?”

You were still hobbling on one foot, massaging the pained toe with one hand whilst covering your mouth with the other hand, keeping in your increasing laughter. Because you were so distracted with easing the pain in your toe, you hadn’t noticed Steve going on high alert, spine straight, his arm muscles bulging from attempts to pull free of Bucky’s unbreakable grip.

It was only as he began to verbalise his panic, did you realise something was wrong, “Let go of me! RED!” Steve shouted with desperation causing both yours and Bucky’s hearts to hammer in your chests. Bucky immediately let go and Steve was instantly pulling off his mask as you rushed to limp over, arms reaching out to him.

“Are you ok? What’s wrong?” your hands cupped his distressed face, eyes wide with panic as he looked you over, seeing not life-threatening injuries before pulling you into his lap, forehead resting against your chest as you held him to you.

Steve doesn’t say anything immediately, just simply held you close as he tried to process what had just happened. Bucky walked around the chair, squatting down so he was eye level with the two of you as he asked, “Steve? What’s going on?”

Your fingers stroked gently through his hair, hoping that the touch was helping to calm him. “I’m sorry Steve, did we take it too far?”. You thought maybe it was the lack of control that had him panicking.

Steve’s voice was muffled as he spoke against your skin, “It… it wasn’t the control I didn’t like, I just couldn’t see you, I couldn’t get out... If someone came in, if someone came to get you I couldn’t get to you-”

He began to struggle with controlling his breathing again so you quietly shushed into his ear, holding him closer and realised that it wasn’t the lack of control with sex that he didn’t like. It was because he thought you were hurt and he couldn’t get to you and assumed the worst. You immediately felt guilty having caused him such distress.

“I’m always safe when you’re around Steve, I’m sorry I scared you”. The tension in his shoulders eased slightly as he finally pulled back to look into your eyes, taking a deep breath that filled his lungs completely before releasing it.

But then he notices something out of the corner of his eye, the panic returning once more as he stated, “You’re bleeding”.

You glanced down to where he was looking and finally noticed that where you’d walked into the table, you’d formed a small cut that had bled only a few drops of blood.

“Shit”, you say under your breath, looking back into his worried face as Bucky instantly held onto your foot, his metal hand helping to cool the hot skin. “I stumbled when I stood up and hit my toe on the metal legs of the table, it’s just me being clumsy that’s all, I’m not seriously hurt”.

Steve sighed, now understanding the noise he’d heard, his forehead dropping onto your shoulder as you nuzzled into his hair, holding him close. After a few minutes of him calming down, you asked, “Everything ok?”

The man in your arms leaned back, looking ashamed now as he began to speak, “Sorry for killing the mood-”, your hand was fast to cover his lips, cutting off his words.

“Nope, I’m not having that”, you say simply, giving him a stern look.

“Yeah man, we want you to enjoy times like this, remember? You always remind us that these words are there for a reason, if you feel unsafe then you have to use them no matter what”.

“It’s not my safety I was worried about”, Steve responded honestly whilst looking up at you.

Leaning forward, you kissed each of his cheeks gently, seeing his eyes close at the touch before you kissed his lips, trying to show how much you appreciated him with the touch. Leaning your forehead against his, you affectionately joked, “Always my knight in shining armour”.

Bucky stood beside you, catching both of your attention as he light heartened decided the next steps, “Let’s get dressed, get some take out and go home”. Gently he patted Steve’s shoulder and rubbed your back before walking over to the dumped clothes from earlier.

What you hadn’t been expecting was Steve standing suddenly with you in his arms still, “You can put me down!” you’re laughing as you say this, holding tightly onto his neck.

Steve finally smiled, “Not with your foot injury”, he jokes but you knew it was more than that with the way he was stroking your skin with his thumb and the intense gaze with which he looked at you. You knew he needed to feel you closer, even with the immediate danger having been explained to him, he needs to just make sure that you were safe.

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Meeting the girl in the picture

40s!Steve Rogers x 40s!Reader x 40s!Bucky Barnes

Word Count:5.2 k

A/N: This story isn't perfect by any means but I heard the phrase meeting the girl in the picture somewhere and I got this idea. I hope you enjoy. Also there is a picture of Steve and Bucky in the story it seems like an edit but I’ve had it in my phone for a while so I don’t know who to give credit to, if you see it and you know where it came from please let know so that I can give proper credit!

Warnings: angst, fluff-ish I guess, happy ending

Masterlist

A flyer was shoved into your hand as you walked out of one of the few stores in your small home town. You look at it briefly before looking back up at your best friend.

“Lottie what is this?”

“Y/N did you forget how to read in the last 30 seconds?” She rolls her eyes before scanning her own copy of the flyer. “It’s a request for pen pals for soldiers overseas. It’s a neat idea and we should write out some letters. Says here all we have to do is write as many letters as we want and use this address right here.” She points at what she’s referring to before looking back at you, noticing the uncertainty. “Oh come on and do this with me, please?” 

“I don’t know. I don’t think I’d feel comfortable with a stranger knowing where I live. What if they come back and track me down?” 

“Will you live a little? These men are fighting to protect us, the least we could do is send them a letter thanking them for their service. Oh come on Y/N say you’ll do it with me, please?”

“Fine. But I’m only writing two letters. I have enough to do at home without having to keep up with so many people.” You huff as you continue down the sidewalk and your best friend squeals with excitement. She grabs your hand pulling you along to head back to your car. 

That evening you sit at your dining room table with some paper and a pen trying to figure out what to write to a complete stranger. But there is not much to tell, you don’t have family you can talk about and you doubt they would even care. How can you really write a letter to a stranger? Your fingers tap the table repeatedly as you think of how to start this letter. Sighing you decide to just go for it.

You wrote that on a second piece of paper and folded it so that it fit in the envelope that had the address already written. With both letters done you place them by the small table next to your front entrance with the intention of meeting up with Lottie and taking them down to the post office. You could only hope that the men that receive these letters aren’t creepy. It would be nice to have some friends outside of the small town you call home, it would give you a chance to go into the big city, if they were from New York. 

The next morning you are greeted at the door by a very excited Lottie. She has her long red hair pinned up and away from her face, her favorite dress and comfortable shoes for the shift you both have at the store. You had been born months apart and were inseparable ever since. Somehow your personalities were polar opposites but you balanced yourselves out. While she was outgoing, you were reserved. She was tall and modelesque. You were on the shorter and curvier side. Not that the boys minded while you were in school you received just as much attention as your best friend. What you both had in common was that you were fiercely loyal to each other and always managed to get in trouble. 

She grabs your hand and starts heading down your waiting car. Saying a quick goodbye to her parents over your shoulder you let her drag you along.

“Lottie slow down, I have little legs.” You complain. 

“We’ll worry about your legs later. We have to get into town if we want to send these out on time.” She opens the passenger’s side door as you walk around your car and get in the driver's seat. It’s a quick ride to the post office and the letters are quickly processed, now all you have to do is hope that your letters find their way to a soldier who needs it.

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“Rogers, Barnes you got mail.” Someone says as they hand out letters out to other soldiers. 

They look at each other confused. If anyone would get a letter it would be Bucky since Steve has no one back home who would write to him, no one really even knew he was in the military now. With their curiosity piqued they make their way to the soldier that had called them. 

“Here you go.” They’re each given an envelope. They look at each other since they don’t recognize the name on the envelope.

“This can’t be for us, we don’t know who this is.” 

“It’s part of the pen pal program. I signed you up, thought you could use a distraction in between missions. Maybe you’re lucky and a pretty dame is writing to you.” Howard says as he walks over to them. 

“We don’t have time for letters Stark, we have to focus on the missions.” Steve says with a slight frown.

“Just read the letter. If you don’t like it, don't reply or give it to someone else.” He waves them off as he heads into his lab.

“What’s the harm in reading it Stevie? Come on.” Bucky says from beside him.

The letter was short but it felt nice to receive something. Steve had no one, except the occasional letter that Mrs. Barnes sent to him now that she knew he was fighting alongside her boy. As for Bucky he received letters from his mother and his sister but he never really told them the horrors he had seen. He couldn’t do that, placing the burden of the nightmare he was sure to have the rest of his life on them. They both saw it as an opportunity to write to a stranger. Someone that didn’t know Steve was Captain America, she could get to know the real him. The one that had been lost to the whole show monkey he had been turned into. And Bucky could talk to someone that couldn’t judge him, because they didn’t know who he was before the war. So they each found some paper and sat at a table together to write you a letter back.

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You were surprised when you checked your mailbox a few weeks later to find two letters waiting for you. By the time you were done reading the first one, you had decided that you would write them another letter. You know how it felt to have no family so if you could cheer someone up with something as simple as a letter you would do it. It’s not like you had much to do at home other than going to work a few hours a week at the general store and spending time with Lottie. 

After you read Bucky’s letter you grabbed Steve’s confirming that they were friends as they had mentioned each other in the letter. After doing some cleaning around the house you sit back down with paper and pen ready to reply to them both. 

For the following few months you spend most of your time either waiting for the mail or reading their letters and responding. With Steve you share your own story of loss, with your mother having passed when you were just 15 and your father a year ago. Also challenging him on the fact that the sunset looked better from your porch than from any fire escape in the city. Bucky loves talking about his favorite books and all of the things he wants to do once he gets back. They both learn of your love for knitting, something you learned from your grandmother and wanting to visit New York City more. You’ve learned quite a lot about the pair, like the fact that they have known each other since they were very young. How Steve was always getting into fights and Bucky always had to come to his rescue. It was bittersweet to think of how they would deal if something happened to the other?  Whenever you missed them, which was all the time, you went through the dozens of letters you had and reread them. 

As the Christmas season was approaching you were able to send them some gifts, a sketchbook and charcoal for Steve and a copy of the Hobbit for Bucky. He spoke about how he loved it so much that you bought a copy for yourself and even told him how much you were enjoying the story. They were small gifts but Steve and Bucky had become very important to you. You had sent them early enough and hoped they would get there by Christmas. You also sent them a picture of you, one each. They hadn’t requested it but you thought it was time for them to see you. It wasn’t anything fancy, some close ups Lottie took of you, your hair curled with flowers pinned in it, with vines as a backdrop. You wore your mother’s earring and necklace and a big smile graced your lips. Lottie made sure to take a few so that you could send each of them a picture, tucked into the letter.

While your friendship with the boys developed, Lottie had her own so-called friendship with a soldier of her own. She was absolutely smitten with him and he promised that as soon as he made it home he would find her so they could officially meet in person. It ended up being sooner than expected. You had been over at her house, having dinner with her and her parents like you normally did on Sundays when you heard the knocking on the door. She moved quickly to get to the door and the gasp you heard had you moving. 

At the door was a man dressed in a military uniform, dark hair perfectly coiffed with matching dark eyes. You knew it was him, Daniel, he had somehow sent her a photograph of himself while overseas. The first thing that came to mind was why he was there if he should be back there but then you noticed the crutches. As you looked down you noticed he was missing a leg. You knew Lottie didn’t care about something like that and the matching smiles on their faces was the proof. Her parents moved around you to greet the man that had stolen their daughter’s heart and for just a moment for the first time in your life you were jealous of your friend. She had her soldier with her, she knew he was safe. You on the other hand hadn’t heard from Bucky or Steve in weeks, even before you sent the last letters. It was to be expected but still they had become such an important part of you that you were worried they had been injured or worse. 

“Y/N?” Lottie’s voice cuts through your thoughts.

“Yeah.” 

“Forgive her Danny, she has her own soldiers she worries about.” She mentions with a smile. 

“Really? Who are they? Maybe I’ve fought alongside them.” He gives you a small smile.

“Captain Rogers and Sergeant Barnes.” You tried to keep your hopes down. What were the odds that they knew each other? 

“Steve and Bucky?” At the mention of their names your breath hitches. “Well they’re the reason I’m standing here today. They saved my life and the life of a few hundred soldiers. Unstoppable those two and the howling commandos.” He smiles at you but you can see in his eyes he’s reliving those moments. 

“When was the last time you saw them?” You ask.

“About two weeks ago, they headed out for another mission. They stopped by the hospital to check on a few of us before they left. They’re the kindest and bravest men I’ve ever met.” 

“Thank you.” You smile at him as you grab your coat and purse, heading towards the door. “I think I’ll head home now Lottie. It was nice to meet you Daniel and I’m happy you’re home.” 

There was a little bit of comfort knowing they had been okay two weeks ago. As you make it to your driveway you stop to check the mailbox after having been out of your house all day. With the knowledge that they were out on a mission you doubted there would be anything waiting for you but to your surprise there are two letters and your heart flutters when you see their handwriting on the envelope. 

With the letters in hand you quickly make your way into your home and sit at the table. 

You smile as you finish reading it. Of course you want to meet him, meet both of them, in person. Bucky’s letter is already in your hand and you carefully open the envelope. As you unfold the paper a picture falls out and a small gasp leaves your lips. On the back it has their names scribbled and now you finally know what they look like. 

You laugh towards the end of the letter but truth be told there was something that didn’t sit right with you about this longer mission. Hope was the only thing that you could cling to. 

From that night on worry would consume your every waking moment. You knew they wouldn’t be able to send anything for a while but it still didn’t stop you from checking the mailbox everyday. Although they said not to mail any letters to them you still wrote them. The moment you received your first letter you would send all of yours to them. Most of them were boring, you wrote about some things that needed to be fixed around your family home or the job at the general store. You also informed them about Lottie and Daniel and how they were now in a relationship. Daniel had decided to move out to this small town when the time was right. For the moment he would travel from the city down and back. 

You kept their picture with you at all times, an involuntary smile appeared anytime you looked at it. It had been two months since the last letter and still no word from either of them. With every passing moment dread pooled in your chest as you awaited for any news. At best they really were just going from mission to mission without having time to write or a way to send a letter. At worst they were lying in a field somewhere in Europe forgotten as the war raged on. 

Your worst fears would come true sooner than you hoped.

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You cried the whole night and the next day, you were completely inconsolable. Lottie stayed with you the whole time and held you as you broke down in her arms. 

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It had been weeks since you received the letter from Howard. The war had been won and you had no news on the two men that held your heart. Adding to the ache of loss Lottie and Daniel got married and she would be leaving for her honeymoon. You had never spent so much time away from each other. The wedding had been beautiful but all you could do was think of the soldiers that you’d most likely never meet in person.

You stood on the porch of your best friend’s home. Saying your goodbyes and wishing the happy couple a safe trip. Their plan was to take a train into the city and then figure it out from there.

“I’m gonna miss you.” Lottie says as she hugs you.

“I’m going to miss you more.” 

“Take care of yourself will you? I’ll be back before you know it.”

“Of course, and I’ll come by and check on your folks every once in a while.” you smile at her as you fix her hair. 

“Well we better get going before we miss the train.” 

You watch as Lottie’s father puts the suitcases in the trunk of his car. “Wait.” you say as you rush down the few steps, your keys in hand. “Take my car.” 

“No we couldn’t do that. How will you get around?” 

“I’ll figure it out, don't worry.”

“I can drive her to the general store and pick her up until you get back.” her father offered with a kind smile.

“You see, now here you’ll be more comfortable in the car.”

“Ok, we’ll take good care of it I promise.” 

Lottie’s father moves the suitcases to your car and you wave them off as they pull away from the driveway before disappearing down the road. You spent some time with the older couple asking them how they felt that their only daughter is now a married woman and if they were excited at the possibility of grandchildren. When the time came you said your goodbyes for the evening before heading out. They had offered to drive you home but you assured them that you wanted to walk to clear your mind. By the time you got home all you wanted to do was crawl into bed and maybe reread some of their letters. Your favorites you kept on your nightstand for occasions like this. 

After reading one or two while laying in bed you wiped away a stray tear as you thought about Steve and Bucky and what could have happened to them. No other letter was sent and you convinced yourself that Bucky didn’t make it and that Steve became reckless. 

In your emotional exhaustion you must have dozed off because the morning sun was gone and by the clock in your room it was 3:00 pm. But something woke you up and for a moment you thought you made it up. Then there was the faint sound of footsteps on your porch and you move to the window to look out towards the long drive way that connects to the street. You narrow your eyes as you look at the figure in an Army uniform walking away from your home, you gasp.

“Steve?” you whisper as you begin to run out of your room, down the stairs toward the front door and yank it open. “STEVE!” you yell and he stops and turns before starting to move towards you. You ran down the steps and your body collided into his as he wrapped his arms around your waist and picked you up in a hug. Your arms were around his neck and your face was tucked into his neck as silent tears stained your cheeks.

“I’m sorry, I should have written to let you know everything was ok. I’m so sorry sweetheart.” He hugged you tighter as he let the realization that he was finally holding you in his arms sink in. It’s the only thing he’s thought about since he started receiving your letters. “Y/N? Sweetheart, are you ok?” 

“Yeah, I’m ok.” you say pulling back and finally getting a good look at him before shoving him lightly. “Do you know how worried I’ve been?” 

“I wasn’t thinking clearly, I can’t begin to understand how worried you must have been. Will you be able to forgive me?”

“I’ll think about it.” 

His ocean blue eyes were looking back at you with adoration and guilt. He was truly handsome and then he smiled and you thought your heart might explode. He places you back down and he wipes away a few tears.

“We were going to stop by the general store if we didn’t find you here.” He says while keeping his hands around your waist.

“We?” 

“Yeah us.” He smiles again and he moves his gaze from you toward the car and you follow it. Leaning against it was Bucky with a small smile on his face as he looked at you with nothing but affection. He looked shy, which was not the Bucky you knew from the letters. You smile at him and move quickly until you’re standing in front of him. It’s when you notice his left arm in a sling and you cautiously move to give him a hug. His right arm wraps around your waist as he pulls you in. 

“Hi Sugar.” He whispers into your ear.

“Bucky.” you manage to choke out. “The letter that your friend sent said you were in the hospital. That it wasn’t looking good.” You pull back to look at him, your hands cup his face gently.

“I did say I’d take you dancing didnt I?” He smiles at you. 

“Are you ok?”

“The doctor says I might have some limited mobility but I should be fine.” 

“He’s tougher than he looks sweetheart.” Steve says from behind you. 

“Did you do this for the picture?” You look over at Steve. 

Steve laughs and instantly it’s one of your favorite sounds. There is some amusement in his voice when he answers, like a weight has been lifted off his shoulders.

“No I didn’t but my picture is missing. I might have to go through his things.” 

“You hear that Sugar, I’m standing here injured and he’s accusing me of stealing.” Bucky says in mock offense as he pulls you into his chest again.

“Ok you two, don’t start.” You beam at them. “Let’s go inside, I'm sure you’re both tired.” 

Bucky offers you his right arm and you take it as Steve walks beside you until you’re at the front door. You usher them into the living room offering to make them something to eat both they assure you they aren’t hungry. So you make some coffee instead and plate up some cookies as they get comfortable. You were about to take a seat in the armchair until they both patted the empty space between them.

Your body moved before your brain could decide and you found yourself sandwiched between both soldiers. 

“Sugar,” Bucky’s voice is gentle. “We are so sorry for not writing to you these last few weeks. It wasn’t because of you or anything I swear.” 

“Well Bucky was in the hospital and because of the unit we were in we had more things to finish up before we could leave. And we know that it’s not a good enough reason and we understand if you don’t ever want to see us again. We just wanted to see you in person at least once.”

You look at Steve and then at Bucky with unshed tears in your eyes. 

“Please say something, anything.” Bucky says. 

“I’m just glad you’re safe and that this war is finally over.” You say before leaning into Bucky’s side, hiding your face in his chest while your hand holds Steve’s. After some time you moved and hugged Steve again. You talked about what had happened since the last letter they sent, how they had just missed meeting Lottie. The conversation moved from the living room to the kitchen as the sun started to get lower in the sky. They insisted on taking you somewhere but ultimately you won after asking when was the last time they had a proper home cooked meal. 

The conversation over dinner was easy, they talked about the pranks they pulled on each other and their friends while overseas, you told them of the trouble you used to get into with Lottie when you were younger. Bucky told you about how his mother and sister were. Steve explained how he got into the army. Being with them felt like you had known each other your whole lives.

Before you knew it the coffee table was moved to the side, music was playing and your head was resting against Bucky’s chest while you swayed in the middle of the living room. Both men take turns to dance with you and more importantly telling you how they felt. Steve kissed you first. It was soft and sweet just like him. There was no time for you to process what was happening when you felt Bucky’s lips on yours, his kiss was sweet and passionate. It was the perfect way to end the night.

When you realize what time it is, it’s too late for them to go to the small hotel in town and get a room so you offer them the guest rooms. Spending one night turned into a week, the week turned into a year and a year turned into a lifetime. There were highs and lows since your relationship wasn’t a conventional one but you would never change the love you’ve shared or the birthday parties, holidays and vacations. You, Steve and Bucky watched your children grow up and live their own lives. 

Now you sat on the porch like you had so many times before, your legs were on Steve’s lap while you rested your back against Bucky’s chest. Even in your older age you couldn’t help but admire the men that gave you the best years of your lives. Their hair had more gray than the blond and dark brown they used to be, their full beards with the same gray peppered in but they still had that brightness in their eyes that you fell in love with. You were reminiscing about when you first met. How it had all started with a letter. Bucky and Steve told you that in the moments when they thought they wouldn’t make it you were what helped them push forward. 

It was rare that they talked about their time during the war but they assured you that out of all of the missions they completed, meeting the girl in the picture had been the most important.

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[babyjakes]

spoiling her rotten. [blurb.]

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summary | when your daddies find out you haven’t been feeling the best, they have quite the way of cheering you up.

pairing | daddies!stucky x little!reader

warnings | ddlg (daddies!stucky x little!reader), smutTtT, fingering, implied oral (f receiving), multiple orgasms, squirting, forced orgasms? kind of getting there, restraints? (steve’s holding reader down/open), dub-con? since reader is clearly reaching limits but they keep going, overstim

word count | 346

requested by anon | CONGRATS ON 2k+!!! i was wondering if i could request a stucky smut ddlg blurb :) something along the lines of little reader feeling kind of low so daddy steve and bucky cheer her up with multiple orgasms even when she’s super sensitive and saying she can’t anymore but they just keep praising her and telling her what a good girl she is <3

an | hi friend thanks so much for this request! tbh what a way to be cheered up lol, daddies would truly know just how to take care of you and get you feeling better. hope you enjoy!

“Come on sweetheart, just gotta let us take care of you,” Steve hums into your hair as you writhe against him. He’s got you positioned directly in front of him with your back pressed against his chest, your legs being held open by his own with his large hands wrapping around your thighs to keep your pussy nice and spread.

“That’s right, doll. Gotta make sure we get our baby feeling aalll better,” Bucky sings from his spot between your legs, two of his metal fingers pumping steadily into your soaking heat while he toys with your clit using his flesh hand. “What kind of daddies would we be if we didn’t spoil our sweet little girl rotten, hmm?”

“Daddy, p-please,” you pant, not sure which it is you’re pleading to at this point, or maybe if it’s both. “Too much, can’t cum again,” you whimper.

Chuckling, Steve raises an eyebrow, shifting one of his hands to pull back on the hood of your clit to allow Bucky to swirl his fingers directly over the swollen nub. “You can’t? Oh, I think you can,” he disagrees, both of the men smiling as they sense another orgasm quickly building up inside of you.

“There it is, that’s it,” Bucky encourages, quickening his pace inside you to ram almost painfully against your inner walls, the torturous sensation almost sending your eyes rolling into the back of your head. “Come on, little one. Cum for your daddies, goood,” he croons as you cry out, clamping down on his metal fingers as you squirt out onto the already drenched bedsheets below.

“P-please,” you beg as Bucky lowers his head down to come face to face with your quivering cunt, licking his lips at the sight. “No more, Daddy, please,” but your efforts are futile.

“Shhh, it’s okay,” Steve soothes, lifting you gently and tilting you up to give Bucky a better angle. “Such a good girl for us, aren’t you doll? Now let Buck have a taste of that pussy, honey. Gonna make you feel so good, don’t you worry.”

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[youre-amazing-say-it]

Night Sky

\Pairing: Steve Rogers x teen!reader, Bucky Barnes x teen!reader

Warning: hints of depression, anxiety, not being able to sleep, fear of the future, life going too good and knowing it might crash on you fear

A/N: Self-indulgent fic, going to write two fics tomorrow. just going through something right now.

You couldn't describe what you were feeling.

Righ now, you were sitting on the window sill, looking at the night sky in the Avengers Compound. This was your favorite spot in the whole world. Your feet were hanging out of the building, and it had enough room for more people to join. It made you feel free. 

You should be asleep, but you spent all day sleeping, not really wanting to do anything else. So now it was 3am, and you were wide awake. 

As you sat quietly, you heard the elevator ding behind and you heard the pair of combat boots walking behind you. “I’ll work on the mission report tomorrow, just tired and want to head to bed.” You heard Steve say as the second voice responded. “I feel you man, happy to be home,” Bucky spoke. as he was about to turn down his hallway, he noticed you sitting and tapped on Steve’s shoulder. “hey,” he quietly whispered as his head moved in your direction. Steve furrowed his eyebrows as he realized it was you that was up. The two men had a silent conversation with their eyes before sighing and walking towards you.

“Hey Y/n, you okay?” Steve spoke as you heard them get closer. You turned your head to face the two soldiers. “I'm fine, just enjoying the night sky,” you spoke with a slight smile. “Scoot over,” Bucky said with a smile. You obliged as they got situated on either side of you. 

“How was the mission?” you asked looking at steve. He ran his hand over his face and he let out a breath. “Tiring, but it went well. No casualties,” he spoke. “That’s good,” you replied. Bucky was focusing on your face, trying to read what you were thinking and going through. but he couldn’t tell. “what's going through your mind, doll?” 

“Nothing,” you whispered. Steve looked at you confused, “nothing?” he asked. “Yeah, absolutely nothing.” you sighed as you pushed some hair back. “And it’s kinda scary,” you said, “I feel.. peaceful. And I don't want it to go away.” 

“Well,” Bucky started to speak, “what makes you think it will go away? Maybe everything is finally going right for you, and you deserve that,” he commented. “This feeling of ‘peace’ is what I was feeling before everything changed for me,” you explained. “I went through months of severe depression and anxiety, I felt everyone I love start to move away from me. Not to mention getting a whole new group of people to learn about and powers. And it was so,” you shared with them as you felt the tears well up in your eyes, “so hard to go through.”

“We know kid, And we are proud of you,” Steve chimed in as we wrapped his arm around you and gave you a gentle squeeze. “You were dealt a bad set of cards, but you pushed through and came out stronger than ever.” Steve and Bucky were proud of how far you have come since moving in. They were there to help you through the rough depression patches and really supported you.

“But what if,” you mumble, “what if it gets bad again. What if everything comes crashing down and I lose this peaceful feeling that I have been looking for. I can’t go through that again,” you rambled out. The men exchanged glances before Steve nodded to Bucky, who lead the conversation. 

“You can’t control the future kid. You can do whatever you can to help shape it, but you can’t lock it in place. Trust me, we can definitely attest to that.” Bucky chuckled as he motioned to Steve. “But you can be prepared. You can get a good base to fall back on if you need it.” You nodded towards Bucky, “okay,” you whispered. “Will you guys be there for me?”

Steve kissed the top of your head. “Every step of the way,” he said as you shifted more into his side. You took your free hand and intertwined it with Bucky’s metal hand as you all looked at the night sky. 

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[buckys-wintersoldier]

‘Til the end of the line | Stucky

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 -> WinterSoldier!Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 -> After another sleepless night and some stories about Steve and Bucky, they find him and Bucky can confess the feelings he has for Steve.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 -> 2012

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 -> (T) violence, mention of brainwashing

𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 -> 10 Years Anniversary CA:TWS | April 4 | Theme: ‘Til the end of the line | Helicarrier, 1940’s, Reunion, “Schoolyard and battlefield”, Favourite Stucky scene | @catws-anniversary

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Bucky turns around in his bed, throwing his head from one side to the other. His breathing is heavy, and when a sudden scream leaves his lips, he immediately wakes up. Tears are burning in his eyes, slowly falling down his cheeks, his chest raising and falling fast, and his muscles tensing while he looks around. Sweat is covering his body, and he sits up, listening to the sound of his dog tags touching one another. A sound that calms him down slowly. He rarely has a night where he isn’t waking up himself, screaming, and crying because of another nightmare. Bucky’s hand slides to the side, touching the cool floor, and he sighs softly. He knows he is at home; he is at the Avengers compound. A soft knock on his door, and the door opens quietly. Bucky’s gaze snaps towards the door.

“Bucky? You’re fine?” Natasha asks, looking through the now-open door of his room.

His eyes are still red, and trails of tears cover his face, but he nods softly. Bucky inhales deeply, sliding his fingers through his hair. He tries to smile at her to ensure he is oke but Natasha walks into the room, claiming the door then and walking closer to the soldier. She smiles, encouraging him, knowing Bucky is embarrassed of himself for screaming and crying in his sleep once again. She lets herself take a seat next to him on the ground; her hand makes its way to his bare back, and she draws small circles on it.

When she did that the first time after Bucky saw Steve on the bridge a while ago and him not recognizing Bucky, she sat next to him as well, waiting until Bucky told her about the nightmares he has, and he said sorry a lot. He felt bad for waking her up because he had a nightmare. Natasha made sure that she did it because they are friends and because she knew it’s not easy to see someone he knows so well, someone he loves, who acted like he didn’t know Bucky anymore. The sweat never stopped her from touching him because she knows he needs it; he needs someone who is there and someone he can be closer to so he won’t feel alone anymore. And since then, she often spends the night with Bucky; they talk, sometimes she just helps him to calm down, and then they both sleep. They are friends, good friends, and even though they are so close, both of them have no other feelings than best friends have for each other.

“We will find Steve, and he will remember. Do you wanna have some hot chocolate too?” She asks, knowing that Bucky loves them just as much as she does.

“With whipped cream and marshmallows,” Bucky says, chucking softly. “Let me take a shower first.”

Bucky got up from the floor, reaching for Nat’s hand and pulling her up as well. He then takes some clothes, walking toward the bathroom while Natasha walks to the door, which leads into the floor. She just opens it, facing Bucky and smirking playfully.

Don’t take too long, old man. Otherwise, the chocolate will be cold.”

Bucky rolls his eyes and walks into the bathroom, hearing Natasha laughing. Then he takes off his boxers and gets into the shower. The hot water relaxes his tensing muscles; the scent of the shampoo he uses makes him sigh softly; and he enjoys the hot water running down his body. He washes the sweat off his body, letting the hot water fall down on his body a while longer before he gets out of the shower and drys himself. Bucky rubs his long brown hair dry and then wraps the towel around his waist. He always feels better when he has a nice, hot shower. After doing everything in the bathroom, including taking on his fresh clothes, he makes his way out of his room and into the kitchen, where Natasha is already waiting for him. He inhales the sweet scent of the hot chocolate and the marshmallows in the room, smiling softly.

“Smells delicious as always when you make that hot chocolate.”

When Bucky reaches his best friend, she hands him a cup of hot chocolate, topped with whipped cream and marshmallows. Then they both walk to the couch, letting themselves fall down on it and making it comfortable. Bucky hums when he tastes the chocolate, causing Natasha to laugh.

“Do you want to tell me more about you and Steve from the 40’s?” She asks softly, so he doesn’t have the feeling that she puts him under pressure.

Bucky thinks for a moment; she already knows a bit about them both, but there are some more things he hasn’t told her yet. There are some funny things he really wants to tell her. So he does exactly that, with a smirk he licks with his tongue over his lips.

“There was the event; it was supposed to show things that will be created in the future. Even though the flying cars aren’t working yet. But before we went there, Steve was in the cinema, and I think he loved to get punched. He told the boy, who was stronger and taller than Steve, to be quiet because he wanted to watch the movie. They went outside into the alley next to the cinema. You should have seen little Steve lifting his fists and jumping up and down in front of the guy who was almost two Steve’s big,” Bucky says, laughing when he remembers the small Steve jumping up and down to punch the boy in front of him. “And then the guy punched him, and Steve got up and told him he could do that all day. But the way he jumped up and down like a bouncing ball was really cute.”

Natasha laughs so hard that she almost spills her chocolate on Bucky. Bucky takes a sip of his chocolate before he has another funny story in mind, which he tells her.

“During that show, Steve went to something like a museum. There was a picture of a soldier, and when you were standing in front of it, you saw your face as that of the soldier. But Steve was too small, so he wasn’t able to see his face there. It was pretty cute. Later, we went to war, and the people always said ‘schoolyard and battlefield, and we were always there together. First with sticks, then with uniforms.’”

They both chuckle softly, and after a while and a few more stories of Steve and Bucky, Sam walks with Fury into the room.

“Steve, you know me. You know me your whole life,” Buck says, looking at his best friend.

“I don’t know you.”

The cold eyes and the coldness in his voice lets Bucky shiver. Steve still looks confused at Bucky, but at the same time, he looks like he remembers his best friend. The man he used to love in their 40’s, the man who protected him until Steve got imprisoned by Hydra after he turned into “Captain America” which turned out to be an experiment Hydra did. He wasn’t Captain America; they just told him, so they got him into the ‘Winter Soldier program’. But since Bucky said his name and he kind of remembered the other man, he is even more confused. Who is he? Where is the other man?

“Your name is Steven Grant Rogers,” Bucky says.

“Shut up!” Steve shouts, overwhelmed by his emotions.

The brown-haired man looks so familiar, but as much as Steve tries, he doesn’t get the things together to get to know where he knows the other man. He told the Agents of Hydra that there was a man on the bridge, someone he knew. But the agents didn't pay attention; they brainwashed him to make sure he did his job and didn't get distracted during his missions. Steve’s eyes slide from Bucky to his shield and back at Bucky, then he punches him, and the brown-haired man staggers back but gets his balance back and looks at Steve.

“I’m not gonna fight you. You’re my friend,” Bucky explains, letting the weapon he holds in his hand fall down.

'Actually, you’re more than a friend to me,’ he thinks, but doesn’t say that just yet. His breathing is heavy, and the sweat is running down his skin. Steve is breathing just as heavily as Bucky, his jaw clenched, and he holds his shield tightly in his hand, pressed against his body. The moment the weapon falls through a hole in the helicarrier, Steve walks closer to Bucky, throwing his shield in the direction of his best friend and hitting him. Bucky walks a few steps backwards before he falls down, and Steve uses the moment to throw himself on top of him.

“You’re my mission.”

Steve’s fist meets Bucky’s face harshly, blood flowing out of his nose, but he doesn’t do anything to get his best friend off of him. He knows Steve doesn’t remember him; he knows that Steve is brainwashed.

The helicarrier around them slowly breaks into pieces. Steve is still on top of Bucky, punching his best friend over and over again.

“You. -punch- Are. -punch- My. -punch- Mission.”

Steve breathes heavily; his chest is falling and raising fast, while he looks down and into the ocean-blue eyes of his best friend.

“Then finish it, ‘cause I’m with you ‘til the end of the line,” Bucky says, waiting for Steve to punch him once again, but he doesn’t.

Steve’s eyes widen, and he remembers the man in front of you. The moment he said that sentence to Bucky when they were together in the Hydra base.

“Get out of here.”

"No, not without you- because I’m with you til the end of the line,” Steve shouts back.

The hand of Steve falls down; he is just about to get off of Bucky. Suddenly it cracks next to them, and in the next moment Bucky falls down, landing just a few moments later in the river.

“Bucky,” Steve mumbles.

Without hesitation, Steve jumps after Bucky, catching him and swimming with him in his tight grip out of the river. Bucky’s eyes are closed, and he seems unconscious. Steve lets himself fall down next to his best friend, his fingers running through his soft hair, while he admires the beauty of the brown-haired man.

“Buck,” he mumbles, lifting the head and shoulders of his friend off the ground and placing Bucky on his lap. “My Bucky.”

Slowly, the man wakes up, feeling warm but with wet legs underneath his body. He opens his eyes just a bit, seeing his best friend through his lashes.

“S-Steve?”

“Bucky, hey. Buck, it’s me. H-how are you?”

Bucky chuckles, looking at Steve and lifting his hand to caress Steve’s check.

“I’m good. I-i missed you. I never thought I’d see you again. But you’re here. Please don’t leave again, Stevie. I-I love you.”

“I won’t, Buck. I’m here, and I love you too. Do you want to be mine?” Steve mumbles, and Bucky nods euphorically.

He leans down until their lips meet; the kiss is soft, and they both move their lips carefully but with so much passion against each other. Bucky smirks softly, his hand sliding through the blond hair of Steve. And suddenly Steve’s feelings and memories are back; he knows all he ever felt for his best friend and all he still feels for him.

“But Bucky, they will look after me.”

“I will protect you, Stevie.”

“And we’re there for you too,” Natasha says behind them, smirking at Bucky, who has red cheeks and looks at his best friend.

Steve lets Bucky sit up. The brown-haired man leans closer and kisses Steve once again before they both get up.

“Let’s get some food first; I’m starving.”

“You’re always hungry, birdy,” Natasha and Bucky say at the same time.

Steve chuckles, wrapping his arm around his now-boyfriend’s waist and pulling him closer.

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𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨

𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐬.

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[buckyscombatboots]

Monstertober Day 5:

The empty sarcophagus𓂀

Pairing: Mummy!Steve Rogers x Reader x Jackal!Bucky Barnes

Warnings: Dub con, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, asphyxiation/ choking, scratching, marking/biting, mentions of blood, threesome, Stucky x Reader

Nicknames: Puppy, Pup, Scarab

Word count: 2.4K

༻𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫༺

Watery sunlight from the alternative entrance of the tomb falls down onto the golden sarcophagus, brightening, waning and brightening again. You arrived early enough that it's still cold, you wanted to avoid the midday heat and its blinding, orangey light that followed; you wanted to relax in the bluish grey light, the chill of the air and the absence of people scuttling around like little ants, occupying every square inch of the tomb, searching for secrets, for riches. It was stifling, suffocating; the smell of warm, sweaty people.

You entered into the sliver of sunlight, relishing in the tepid heat that faded and intensified like the ocean lapping at the shore. The golden sarcophagus in front of you was captivating, you ran your hand across the beaten gold covering the wooden coffin letting your hand linger on the brilliant coloured glass and semi-precious stones, fingering each of them in their imperfect rows; following their designs—the story of the inhabitants life. This was just the outer layer of the sarcophagus, next to it was a much heavier coffin, believed to be made of solid gold, that your team had struggled extracting from the initial layer. You moved over to it, more light was seeping in from the entrance now; the golden coffin glimmered, the lapis lazuli, agate, carnelian, amethyst and variscite inlaid on the tomb looked truly beautiful in the soft glow of the rising sun. Ever so gently you brushed your fingers across the side of the coffin, following the curve. You lifted the lid, inching it slowly open and pushing it to the side. It was empty. You could see all the inscriptions, the story of the inhabitants' entire life, but the actual mummy was gone. A frantically carved inscription was raggedly scratched into the bottom of the tomb, your eyes narrowed, your brain burning as you translated it “Cursed be those who enter my tomb...Those that break the seal of this tomb will meet their end by me. I shall seize their neck and cast fear of myself into them…Death will be upon them.” You bit your lip, removing your shaking hands from the edge of the sarcophagus and stepping backwards on trembling legs “Just a mummy’s curse, nothing too bad that’s normal. It’s going to be fine.” You soothed yourself, taking a deep breath in. Your panic was reignited when you realised “Where the fuck is the mummy?” A thin piece of fabric wrapped around your neck and you pulled backwards harshly, falling to the ground. Your hands flew to the fabric constricting your neck scratching at it, trying to distance it from your throat as it choked you, spittle flying from your mouth as you threw your head back to see who was dragging you. It was too dark.

Your vision adjusted as you were dragged into a room lit by rushlight candles, a dusty table was in the center dotted with canopic jars. The dragging stopped as did the choking, the fabric slipped away from its place around your throat; and you began sucking air back into your lungs as you swiveled your head to see who had almost asphyxiated you. You found the missing mummy. He towered over you, his atavistic linen wrapping falling off of him, exposing areas of his ancient, brown-tinged body. His face was fully visible—it was in almost perfect condition, minus a small laceration on the side of his head—defined cheekbones, a trimmed beard and piercing eyes like polished chrysocolla. He was handsome for a mummy, that thought was quickly replaced by a myriad of questions. You slowly got to your feet, putting your arms in front of yourself protectively “Scarab…” He uttered in a drawling tone.

“Scarab? No, wait, How are you even alive?” You questioned an incredulous expression distorting your features.

“That would be because of me, Pup.” A disembodied voice admitted. You turned around to try and see the other man, squinting and staring into the shadowed parts of the tomb. Then there was movement in the darkness “Over here,” He stepped into the light of the rushlight waving one of his hands that was partly paw; his hand was deep black with pads on his fingers and palm, “Hi.”

“Anubis?” Your voice tremored, you stumbled backwards bumping into the mummy behind you. His arms pulled you into him, settling you against his chest “Get off of me!” You struggled against his grip. The smell of decaying flesh reaching your nose makes you gag.

The Jackal stalked closer “Not quite, I’m Bucky a servant of Anubis and behind you is Steve; once an extremely important attendant and warrior for the pharaoh, now he is a mummy which I reanimated.” Bucky caressed your face with his cold dog-like palm, stroking across your cheek with his thumb—the long claw-like nail just about missed your eye. “You're going to be punished for opening the tomb, Pup, isn’t she Stevie?” Steve simply grunted in response, rubbing his crotch into your ass. You attempted to wriggle out of his grip but Bucky caged you in, his hands wandering down your body caressing your waist and hips. Below the thin material of his loincloth you could see his cock get harder, lifting the fabric as it did. His hands trailed back up to your tits, giving them a squeeze before he used one his sharp nails to tear open your blouse and bra. His chilly hands tweaked your nipples, his claws cutting into your skin as he pinched, you gasped trying to pull away from his touch.

Bucky’s other hand moved down to your shorts, undoing the buttons and tugging them down to your feet along with you underwear “I can smell you, little Puppy, there’s no point in trying to get away so you should at least have some fun or we’ll give you a truly terrible curse.” His voice was low and threatening, eyes narrowed and dark as he relished in the fear present in your tear reddened eyes. Bucky goes down on his knees, carefully helping you out of your shorts and tossing them across the embalming room. He placed one of your legs over his shoulder, liking his lips at the sight of your wet pussy. “So wet for us, Pup, do you secretly like being shared by two people? Do you like us taking you against your will?” You whined in response turning your head away to stare at the ancient walls, one of Steve’s hands seized your face pulling you into a kiss. His mouth was cold and tasted bitter. You scrunch your nose as he deepened the kiss, then you felt Bucky slide his long tongue inside of; the hot, wet muscle filled you so well, attacking the sweet spot inside you as the bridge of his nose rubbed against your sensitive clit. You writhed in the mummies grasp, your hands clenching and unclenching frantically—you were desperate to bury your hands in Bucky’s curls; to feel his long velvety ears and run the silky inside between your thumb and index finger. You could feel heat building in you belly as Bucky removed his tongue from your eager hole and began to suck and tease your bud, Steves kisses simply added to the sensation you head growing fuzzy from the stimulation which only intensified when Steve released your face from his hold and satiated the burning need of your clenching hole by roughly shoving two of his fingers inside you.

You pulled away from the intense kiss, slamming your head into his broad shoulder as you let out a breathy moan. “Feel good…Khepri- Scarab?” Steve probed, nibbling at your ear.

“Yes!” You whined, prying a hand from his grasp and digging your hand into Bucky’s soft hair, grinding your hips into his face trying to chase your release. He pulled away, lips red, his chin shining with spit and your slick “So close” you sobbed playing with his charcoal ears, fiddling with the golden piercing. Bucky’s large tongue licked across your inner thigh, you heard him let out a low chuckle before he sunk his teeth into the soft flesh. You hissed, slamming the back of his head with your fists. He released the area he’d bitten, slurping at the blood dripping down your thigh.

“You’re going to let Stevie fuck you arent you, Scarab?”

“I call her Scarab, my Scarab.” Steve grunted, tightening his hold on you so much so that you thought your wrist would snap, you could feel the bruises already forming as he strangled your wrists. You squeaked as he tugged you closer, his hard dick pressing on to your back, dripping precum “Saw her first. Like Khepri…appeared from nowhere, Scarab special. Mine.”

“Steve, you need to learn how to share. She can be both of ours, my Puppy, your Scarab. Okay?” Bucky kneads Steve’s shoulders soothingly.

“Fine. Scarab, up.” Steve picked you up, carrying you over to the table brushing his arm across it knocking the fragile canopic jars to the floor causing them to shatter. He lays you on your back on the dusty stone table; he pulled your hips closer to the edge. Staring into your eyes as he ran his red, leaking, mushroom head through your folds. You whimpered as he teased you, copying what he’d seen Bucky do earlier and playing with your puffy clit. With a single thrust he shoved himself fully inside, his dick crashing against your cervix almost painfully as he tried to fit all of his length in, giving shallow thrust to try get it all the way. A painful sting tore through you as your pussy tried to grow accustomed to the size of his girth shaft, Steve's eyebrows knitted together in frustration.

Bucky grazed his hand across Steve’s arm gently “It’s not gonna fit all the way. Remember what I told you? You’re big.” The jackal chuckled at Steve’s pout and his grumbling “He’s big isn’t he, Puppy? Too big. Try to breathe. Now turn your head to the side, Steve’s not gonna be the only one having fun.” You don’t know why, but you obeyed him; turning your head so your cheek rested against the cool stone. When you turned you were met with Bucky’s cock, he’d taken off his loin cloth and now you could fully see it. It was long, thick (not as thick as Steves), with a purple vein running from the base all the way to the tip and a golden piercing through the head, matching the ones in his ears. A bead of precum dripped from the head and he smeared it across your lips. A devious smile stretching across his lips “Open up. Don’t even think about biting it or I’ll pull out all your teeth and put them in one of the canopic jars.” He lowered his voice an octave as he threatened you. Steve stopped his thrusts giving Bucky a disapproving glare.

“Don’t threaten Scarab.” He growled, making Bucky’s ears pull backwards, he nodded, looking like a puppy that just got caught chewing something they weren’t supposed to, you snickered shooting a smile at him. Your smile soon faded as Bucky’s heady scent filled your nostrils; he sheathed the full length of his veiny cock in your mouth. You could feel the head of his dick brush uncomfortably against the walls of your throat. You gaged a bit and he rasped out a moan in response “that’s it, choke on it, Puppy.” You claw at his thick, hair thighs with your nails pushing yourself off of him, saliva leaking down your chin as you glare at him with teary eyes. He tangles his fingers in your hair and begins pounding into you, disregarding your muffled pleas for him to slow down “this is a punishment after all, Pup. Can’t be too nice.”

“Scarab feels good, s-so warm.” Steve moaned, his thrusts becoming more erratic, the sound of his balls slapping against your ass echoing throughout the room.

“I won't deny that she’s warm, but it’s also because you’re extremely cold, big guy.” Bucky used his free hand to play with your nipples, circling the hardened nub with his claw “Gonna make pleasure and pain indistinguishable for you.” Buck snarled, dragging his claws across your rib cage as he rammed his dick down your throat. Your jaw ached and mild prickling from the tiny incisions made you clench around Steve. You felt so full, your brain growing hazy as a pleasurable heat spread across your lower back.You tried to close your legs around Steve as the tingling inside you grew “She’s close. Come for us, Puppy!” He demanded quickening his thrusts in an attempt to catch up to both you and Steve. Your eyes flickered upwards towards the mummy above you. His face was flushed, mouth wide open, tears in his eyes as his brutal pace continued—the sight was enough to send you over the edge.

The sounds of Steve and Bucky’s moans cut into white noise as the coil tightening within your lower abdomen finally snapped, making your eyes roll back into your head as your pussy tensed around Steve's pulsing dick. His fingers dug into your hips as he came with a violent thrust and a gravelly grunt. Your eyes burned as Bucky’s held your face flush against his pelvis as let all of his seed flow down your throat. Bucky slipped his cock out of your mouth, the ache within your jaw finally dissipated. Begrudgingly Steve weakened his hold on your hips, whining as he slowly pulled out of you. Groggily you lifted your wrist, reading your watch—it was almost eight in the morning. The team was going to be here soon. Shakily you got to your feet, searching for your shorts that Bucky had tossed. The Jackal grabbed your arm. “I need to go, the research team is going to be here soon.”

“Oh sweet little Puppy, you’re not leaving. You’re coming with us, back to the underworld.” Bucky cooed, you felt two large hands seize your throat and squeeze, constricting your throat in his murderous grip. You fought for air, kicking at Steve's legs with your feet as he lifted you off the ground with his strong beefy arms, even below the bandaged you could see the muscles in his arms tense and his veins bulging as he used all his strength to clutch your throat. Darkness bordered your vision as the air drained from your lungs; your floundering and thrashing became more violent, you could feel the adrenaline leaving your body that was slowly growing slack “Shhh, death isn’t scary. It’s fun. You’ll travel through Duat on Ra’s boat, consult with Oris, meet master Anubis and then we can spend eternity together in the stars. Sleep now, Puppy, and when you wake we’ll begin our journey, together.”

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[softestqueeen]

✧*̥˚ masterlist *̥˚✧

most of my fics are x fem!reader (i subconsiusly have me in mind, makes sense) but you can request fics with different dynamics!

all of my fics can also be read on my ao3: @ softestqueeen

my masterlist for my specials! -> my specials are NOT on my regular masterlist!

please MDNI!! most of my content is for a mature audience only!

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❤️‍🔥 smut 🌸fluff ⛓️ hurt/comfort 🖤 dark ✍🏻 request

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i can't do this anymore! ⛓️🌸

sherlock holmes x reader When Sherlock overhears you talking on the phone, he thinks you're going to leave him.

let the light in 🌸

sherlock holmes x reader After a particularly frustrating case, all the consulting detective needs, is closeness.

misty mornings 🌸

sherlock homles x reader feat. Mrs Hudson and John Watson When Sherlock Holmes awakes on his birthday, he doesn’t expect anyone to remember it. But of course, you do.

✧*̥˚ Marvel/mcu *̥˚✧

need to be closer ❤️‍🔥🌸

bruce banner x afab!reader You love your boyfriend Bruce Banner with all of your heart but sometimes you just don‘t feel close enough. So you decide to try something new...

when you come home to us, pretty boy... ❤️‍🔥

sub!steve rogers x dom/afab!reader x dom!buck barnes It was no secret that your relationship was kinky. Even though Steve has been pleasured by Bucky multiple times, he wants you to mark him. And who are you to turn such a good boy down?

i have an idea... ❤️‍🔥

sub!steve rogers x dom/afab!reader x dom!buck barnes On the first vacation with your boyfriends, Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes, you notice the shower with a glass wall into the bedroom and immediately know how to put it to good use…

let me teach you pt. 1 🌸

steve rogers x afab!reader x bucky barnes You are a literature professor at university and your boyfriends decide to pay you a visit and listen to one of your lectures.

let me teach you pt. 2 ❤️‍🔥🌸

steve rogers x afab!reader x bucky barnes You are a literature professor at university and your boyfriends decide to pay you a visit and listen to one of your lectures. When they join you at your office, things get a little out of hand…

slipping and gliding pt. 1 ❤️‍🔥🌸✍🏻

natasha romanoff x afab!reader When the Avengers spend a day at the local water park, you start to see a certain redhead in a different light. You’ve never had anything with a woman before, but Natasha doesn’t mind showing you what feels good.

slipping and gliding pt. 2 ❤️‍🔥

 natasha romanoff x afab!reader After what happened in the showers, you and Nat make a quick exit to move your fooling around to somewhere else…

natasha romanoff smut drabble

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it's yours, princess ❤️‍🔥

simon “ghost” riley x reader x könig (cod) On a mission with König and Ghost you have to stay at a safe house. The only problem – there is only one bed.

my little flower pt. 1 ❤️‍🔥🖤🌸✍🏻

stalker!könig (cod) x reader You were just minding your business, planting some new flowers in your garden, when suddenly a (charming) man in a mask abducts you to use you for his pleasure. You are incredibly conflicted; the stranger seems to be kinda nice but also incredibly selfish at the same time.

my little flower pt. 2 ❤️‍🔥🖤✍🏻

stalker!könig (cod) x reader You were just minding your business, planting some new flowers in your garden, when suddenly a (charming) man in a mask abducts you to use you for his pleasure. You are incredibly conflicted; the stranger seems to be kinda nice but also incredibly selfish at the same time.

Slowly you’re getting used to living with the man that was slowly becoming more than just the man who abducted you. You’re also getting used to the different ways he’s using and abusing your body.

do you trust me, sweetheart? ❤️‍🔥🌸✍🏻

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[broodybuck]

Title: Book Club

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes

Rating: E

Tags: 18+ explicit smut, book club AU, no powers AU, top Steve, bottom Bucky, shy Bucky, dirty talk

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Steve found the flyer for a local book club hanging on the library bulletin board. He expected the club to be full of house moms but honestly, he didn't mind. He loved reading and he visited the library often enough as it was.

When he joined he was surprised to find another man in the group. And oh, was the man pretty. A brunette with a slim figure. Tall with piercing blue eyes that made Steve's breath nearly hitch the first time he looked into them closely. And the cutest dimple sitting in the middle of his chin that made Steve have to resist sticking a thumb into it.

The man's name is Bucky. Steve swears Bucky loves reading more than him. He's the most passionate in the group, constantly analyzing every character, plot point, writing style. He's clearly read a ton because he mentions author names like he knows them.

Steve tries to hide his infatuation every time Bucky opens his mouth but watching those pretty lips move makes Steve want to squirm in his seat.

The third book Steve reads with the group is a romance. Steve doesn't care much for it especially since it's a straight couple but he gets through it easily enough — even the explicit sex scenes the author includes.

Steve's not thinking much of it when he sits down with the group at their next meeting. They begin going around the circle, discussing the story as usual. All the women loved the book. So much so that Steve and Bucky haven't even gotten a chance to speak since the ladies are going on and on about the leading man in the book.

Finally, the host, Lacey, turns to Bucky and asks him what he thought of the book. Bucky's cheeks turn red hot, a color Steve hasn't seen on him yet. Steve bites his lip secretly at the sight.

"Uh, yeah it was fine," Bucky says quickly.

Everyone knows when it comes to novels, Bucky always has something to say. Lacey doesn't let it slide.

"Oh come on, Bucky, I'm sure you of all people have an opinion."

"What's there to say? This book is really more porn than plot," Bucky says shaking his head.

Some of the women giggle.

"It's not porn, it's smut. There's going to be heated scenes in any romance," Lacey refutes.

"Alright, well... did it have to be so graphic? I mean, come on, they were describing the guy's..." Bucky trails off looking more red than a tomato. It's so adorable, Steve muses.

"His cock?" Lacey asks, playing innocent. Bucky's eyes widen in horror and she laughs. "It was a sex scene, Buck!"

"Whatever, I thought it was just fine. I got nothing else to say." Bucky crosses his arms, sinking down in the chair like a kid.

Lacey rolls her eyes with amusement and then turns to Steve.

"What about you, Steve? What did you think of the smut?"

"Oh, well," Steve answers calmly, "I actually enjoyed it. I haven't read much romance but I liked all the... specifics."

"I'm sure you did," Lacey smirks.

Then to Bucky's relief, she wraps up the meeting. When they disperse, Bucky jolts from his chair and beelines it to the exit. Usually, everyone hangs around after meetings to get coffee and chat more but when Steve sees Bucky rushing out, he follows him.

"Hey Buck!" Steve calls when they get outside, "you're not staying?"

Bucky stops short, turning and swallowing thickly, his face still tinted pink.

"Uh, no I have something to do," Bucky claims.

"Oh, that's too bad. You forgot your book," Steve says and hands him the copy he left on his chair.

Bucky winces at the book then rubs a hand down his face.

"God, that was embarrassing."

"What, the book?" Steve asks.

"No, what I said in there. I just... didn't know what to say. I swear I'm not a prude."

Steve's eyebrows shoot up and when Bucky sees it he cringes more.

"I mean, not that I have to prove anything. I just... god, I'm so embarrassed."

"Hey, there's nothing to be embarrassed about," Steve says putting a hand on his shoulder. It's the first time he's touched Bucky and he already loves the tingling feeling it evokes.

"You actually liked it?" Bucky groans.

Steve shrugs, "I wish it was two guys but we can't all pick the book. Maybe I'll recommend a gay romance on my next turn."

Steve squeezes Bucky's shoulder reassuringly. Bucky glances down at his hand.

"But hey, if you wanna talk about it anymore my afternoon is free," Steve offers.

Bucky blinks up at him.

"I could," Steve lowers his voice, "explain why the author described the guy's cock so in depth."

Bucky's mouth drops open and he stares for a long beat.

Steve lets his hand fall hoping he didn't misread the situation but then Bucky replies with a simple, "okay."

They make it to Steve's place and Bucky looks uncomfortable the second they walk in. He's fitting his hands together while peering around the place nervously.

"You know, we really can just talk. There's no pressure," Steve assures him.

Bucky stares at him, then gathers his words.

"No um, I think you're hot," Bucky says.

"Thank you," Steve smirks.

"I mean, I've kinda liked you since you joined. I just didn't think you were interested."

Steve cocks his head to the side and steps forward.

"How could I not be? You're beautiful," Steve tells him and watches the surprise drip down Bucky's face. "Has no one ever told you that?"

"Not many," Bucky admits but he keeps his eyes locked with Steve's. With a brave breath, he steps closer. "So what was that thing you wanted to explain to me... about his cock?"

Steve nearly shivers when he hears the crude word slip from those pretty lips. He brings a hand up and cups Bucky's face. Bucky relaxes into the touch and Steve can tell he's the kind of guy that likes to ease into these things. That's fine, Steve thinks to himself.

"Right," Steve smiles, caressing a thumb across the man's face. "See, the author had to describe the girth of the man's cock so we'd know how big he was."

Bucky hums a little. It sounds so sweet, Steve twitches in his jeans.

"And see, we had to understand how hard the man was. That's why the author tells us how red and swollen his cock looks."

Another little hum then Bucky closes his eyes like he's picturing it.

"The author doesn't say this but I bet he was leaking. Small beads of come, dribbling out from the head. I bet he was — cause I know I do when I'm turned on."

Bucky inhales a sharp breath, his eyes still closed, and he nuzzles into Steve's palm.

"Steve," Bucky whispers.

Steve frames his face with both hands now. Bucky's eyes flutter open.

"I know. I want to," Steve tells him, drawing him forward for a small kiss. Bucky hums like his body has to audibly react to every tiny touch. Steve likes that. "I want to show you too."

"Please," Bucky sighs and that's all it takes.

Steve carries him to his bedroom and undresses him seamlessly. Bucky lies pliantly on the bed. Letting Steve move, bend, and lift him as necessary to get his clothes off.

When he's fully naked, he surprisingly doesn't shy away. He leaves himself on display even as Steve crawls over him and kisses him.

"God, you're beautiful," Steve says again and watches a pleased smile fall across Bucky's face. He kisses him once more.

Bucky lets his eyes stay closed and Steve takes the moment to grab the lube and condom from the nightstand drawer.

"I wish we would've done this sooner," Steve says as he's lubing his fingers up. He reaches for Bucky as he answers.

"Me... ghn— too," Bucky jerks from the cool gel.

"You can trust me, sweetheart. I'm gonna make your toes curl just like the girl in the book."

Bucky bites his bottom lip like he likes the idea. Steve pushes his finger in down to the knuckle and then leans in close. Bucky's breath hitches.

"Wanna make you cry like her too," Steve tells him.

Bucky tries to bite back a moan but he can't hold in the sound when Steve fits a second finger inside and spreads them apart.

"So pretty," Steve praises. He presses his fingers down and pumps out another moan. "Yeah, just like that honey. You sound so pretty."

"God, please more," Bucky whines.

Steve pushes a third finger inside and Bucky squirms.

"I want you to fuck me, Steve — so hard like that book. I was only embarrassed cause it — turned me on. Every line about the guy's cock was — so hot. I just imagined he was fucking me," Bucky spills as he writhes under each spread of Steve's fingers.

"I know, baby. Don't worry, I'm gonna fuck you and my cock is even prettier than his."

Steve draws his fingers back to unzip his pants and pull out his aching cock. When Bucky's eyes latch on it, they darken with hunger.

Steve slides the condom on and lines up with the loosened hole. He pushes inside.

"Oh fuck, Steve," Bucky whimpers, latching onto Steve's shoulders. The sting from nails digging into his skin only turns Steve on more. He pushes down the hilt.

"Gonna fuck you so good, sweetheart. There won't be any words to describe it when I'm done with you," Steve purrs.

"Jesus," Bucky hisses like Steve's words are burning him. "Please, fuck."

His hips buck forward and that evokes a deep groan to rattles from Steve's chest.

"Damn, you want it baby. Don't you?"

"Yes, please."

Steve rocks into motion and sweet moans fall out of Bucky with every roll of his hips.

"You're as big as I imagined," Bucky huffs as Steve keeps fucking him. "It's better than I imagined."

"Me too, honey. Fuck," Steve gruffs. "You feel so fucking good. I wanted to fuck you the first second I saw you. You looked so sweet and those pants you wear are so damn tight. Like you're teasing me with them."

Bucky smiles under him, "Maybe I was."

Steve thrusts into him hard and it breaks a desperate moan free from Bucky's throat.

"I bet you were," Steve grins and continues fucking him in earnest until he feels himself getting dangerously close. But Bucky cries out first.

"Gonna come."

"Do it, honey. Come for me," Steve coaxes and lifts Bucky's legs over his shoulders, getting deeper.

Bucky's hand shakes with every thrust of Steve's cock still ramming into him as he strokes himself desperately. Steve's holding onto his ankles when he sees his toes curl and then Bucky's coming all over himself. The sight shatters Steve's restraint. He groans and comes right along with him.

Steve lowers Bucky's legs back down and falls on top of him trying to catch his breath. He feels a few fingers brush his hair back. He lifts his head and they smile at each other.

Bucky sucks in a slow breath, "There aren't any words."

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