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sidepartskinnyjeans · 3 hours ago
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Girlfriend Boyfriend Girlfriend Boyfriend
Part 6 - At last
Genre: romance & smut. Seriously. NSFW
Summary: you're finally all together
Warnings: language, smut, oral (m & f), fingering, unprotected sex (please protect yourself folxs), vaginal penetration, anal, mention of sex toys, praise kink. Don't read this in public. I mean it. I'm talking to you @marvelswh0re
A/n: so this is loosely based on one of my fave little private time videos. If you're interested drop me a message and I'll tell you what it is. Seriously. Don't read this in the cafe. Seriously, last warning.
You both heard Steve's voice. Kid's feeling cocky then. But Natasha knows about Bucky too and she isn't going to let some HR slut get away with this.
"Cocky for a cheater" Natasha spits. The girl just raises her eyebrows.
"Cheater?" she whispers as if she's savouring it.
"Princess you here?" Steve shouts again. The girl doesn't answer. Instead she tips her chair until it's out of her cubicle and looks down the corridor of desks.
"Captain, I'm in here but I have a guest." And Steve's steps increase, he's with you in a flash, pulling the chair away and going straight for a defensive stance. If you're calling him Captain, and you're not in the bedroom, something has gone wrong.
"Tasha?" He balks, stance dropping in front of this friend. "What are you doing in here?"
Natasha wants to ask what he is doing here but then there's another voice.
"You guys okay? Sweetheart? Peach?"
"Sweetheart" Nataha teases, the girls eyes flick to Steve's. He goes red.
"Peach?!" Natasha is furious now. What is this game.
"Over here Baby!"
You got back to your house in record time meeting both men on the steps of your porch. In the late winter sun they were glowing, the blonde in Steve's hair a messy halo around his head, the gold flecks in Bucky's arm made patterns dance on the paintwork of the door. Mesmerised you could barely get the key in the lock as Steve ran his hands down your back.
Bucky took the key from your hand, opened the door and turned leading you and Steve in and up the stairs a mischeivious smile on his face.
As soon as you got into your bedroom you suddenly felt sick and shy, this had ended so badly last time the fear was rising inside of you.
"You okay, Princess?" Steve wrapped his arms around you "we don't have to do anything you don't want to"
"God, no I want you, want this. Just. Don't leave me. Please." You begged, looking up through your lashes and Steve wanted to drop everything to hunt down whoever put that sadness in your eyes. You were entranced, running your hands through his hair, blonde spikes sticking up through your fingers.
"Never baby, never." His lips were so soft but the pressure was determined and desperate, crowding you towards the bed.
Bucky caught you as you fell inching his nose behind your ear and dotting kisses along your hair line "we're not letting you go Babydoll". Steve kissed down your neck, tipping your chin up with his nose so Bucky could finally kiss you on the lips, tongue pushing, taking control until you were pinned to the bed by passion alone.
"You know he's been talking about you" Steve teased as he pulled your t-shirt from you jeans, rucking the hem up and kissing your stomach "you know why he calls you Peach, right?" One hand clinging to Steve's shoulder, the other grabbed Bucky's hair forcing his face closer.
"Why"
"Because you taste like peaches, Doll" he breathed in your ear. You were going to cum and they hadn't even really touched you yet. Your face flushed.
Steve had managed to take off your jeans while you were distracted, your wet panties clinging to every outline of your folds.
"Fuck" he mouthed at you through the wet fabric.
"Language" Bucky chuckled into your neck, kissing across your collarbone as his hands unclasped your bra rolling a hard nipple gently between his fingers.
"Haven't you got something better to do than be a wise ass" Steve shoved Bucky's leg "can you shut him up or something Princess."
Your hand reached for Bucky's belt, undoing the buckle and starting on the buttons and zip. Bucky knelt up and pushed everything off, his cock springing back up and daubing his skin with precum
"Fuck" you muttered running your thumb over his head.
"The two of you and your mouths honestly I should " but he was cut off as you wrapped your lips around him and sucked hard.
"Fuck" he growled and grabbed a handful of hair.
You could barely think between the feel of Bucky heavy and salty on your tongue and Steve lapping and kissing you to distraction.
Bucky held your trembling leg, holding you open as Steve pushed you over the edge. You gasped around him and he pulled away panting.
"Not yet, I wanna." He held you close, face against your cheek "I've thought about coming inside you since the moment I saw you in that dress under the mistletoe."
"Yes, yes" you pant back, slack and sensitive as Steve crawled up your body.
"Hey, Buck that's not fair."
Bucky raised his eyebrows.
"I know about your little car adventures " he needled "I get to cum in her first." Steve slung an arm over your middle his finger absently running over the swell of your breasts.
"I am, you know, still here. " you huff and they both look up at you.
"Sorry Peach"
"Sorry Princess"
"What if..." you trailed off, nervous. "What if you both did?" You lean up and over Steve to your bedside draw
"Well we were both hoping to eventually its more about order..." Steve starts as you begin pulling things out of the draw and tossing them on the floor. Bucky looks over, a vibrator, floor, beads, floor, handcuffs, blind fold, floor.
"Shut. Up. Steve" he squeezes Steve's leg and rolls his eyes over to the pile on the floor.
You turn back, a bottle of lube in your hand and a rosy glow on the apples of your cheeks.
"What do you think?" You ask nervously.
It takes Bucky only half a second to understand what you're suggesting and after watching you pull all of those toys out of your innocent little bedside table he can barely contain himself. He growls low in his throat and rolls you onto your back, kissing you messily. Steve looks over the side and then groans.
"Jesus, baby yes" he moans into your neck. "You tell us where you want us"
"You gotta get naked first, need to know, you know, what I'm working with" you start pulling at the hems of their shirts until you're all naked, panting and flushed in the middle of the bed. Maybe you're having second thoughts now you're seeing both of them hard and wanting in front of you but you make your decision.
You turn to face Bucky, he's thicker but Steve's longer, surely it'll work better this way even if you are terrified.
Bucky cups your face gently and nods at Steve over your shoulder. Hands dance along your sides and move you towards the end of the bed. Steve steps off the bed and bends you forward over Bucky, who wraps you in his arms your legs either side of his hips.
Steve's firm hand runs down your back and cups one cheek, squeezing slightly.
"You tell us if you need us to stop, okay" and you nod. Forehead against Bucky just to ground yourself.
A slick finger circles the tight pucker of muscle before pushing past, thick and satisfying. You dip forwards and Bucky pets you gently, soft kisses and murmurs of encouragement falling from his lips as Steve prepares you.
"You're doing so well Peach, so good for us. Look at you. So perfect, who could eve let you go. Gonna keep you forever. That's it, you make all the noise you want babydoll"
Each moan seems to spur him on to praise you more.
"Yes Peach, let Steve look after you. Doing so good"
You feel a third, cold, metal finger enter you alongside Steve's warm index and middle finger. The stretch as you're opened and knowing both your soldiers are inside you at the same time is a thrill.
Then you're empty and instead you can feel Bucky slide into you, you cry out, biting his shoulder at the stretch. Already so full while Steve teases you with soft presses, the head of his cock barely inside of you. You push back, desperate for him and he bottoms out a guttural moan fills the room. You're not sure if it came from you or someone else but it's all you can hear.
"God fucking dammit Princess " Steve chokes out looking down at you and Bucky, where they disappear inside of you, the feel of Bucky inside of you but pressed against him.
They move in unison, so you're never empty, always full of them. One moment it's Bucky and you feel wet, sensitive, each press against you creating stars in your vision as he catches just the right spot. Then Steve, deliciously agonising, open and exposed, hollow and full at the same time. They pick up the pace and you bite down on Bucky's shoulder making him moan in turn.
Steve slows motioning to Bucky. In sync they lift you higher and stand so you're suspended between them, your legs draped over their linked arms. Bucky rest his chin on your shoulder and kisses Steve slowly.
If you felt weightless before it's nothing to the feeling of being lifted and held so effortlessly as each cock sinks deeper into you. Steve twitches inside of you and you squirm, close. Just the thought of what they're doing to you enough, let alone the sensation.
"That's it baby." Steve groans, fighting to hold you down as you try to move. Unsure whether you need to get away from the sensation or get more of it.
"Come for us doll" Bucky starts to rock you slowly, pushing and pulling you on and off them, your clit grinding against him. "Come on Peach, let go" And to your shame you do, he tells you to cum and you cum, the feeling releasing from deep inside of you making your toes curl and your nails dig into Bucky's back. You throw your head back against Steve's shoulder voiceless. You've never had an orgasm like it, gushing over them both.
You rest your forehead against Bucky's shoulder and close your eyes. Then they're moving again. This time filling you at the same time, hips stuttering and erratic. Steve kisses Bucky again, you can hear their moans as an echo far away but the way Steve mumbles "I missed you" is crystal clear.
They finish together and you let out a little cry as you feel them paint you inside. A mark of your new relationshio, warm and obscene. You love it.
They're gentle as they let you down, Steve cradles you and lays you on the bed before crawling up next to you and dropping an arm round you waist. Bucky takes your other side and presses a kiss into your shoulder.
"Who would ever, ever let you go" he breathes.
Steve sighs, taking in a lung full of air and raising an eyebrow "I think we need to explore a bit more though Princess"
You smile into his damp, sweat soaked skin. The smell of you all mingling on him.
When you wake up its early evening. Your room is tidy and a pair of pyjamas are laid out on your chair, definitely your smallest pyjama set though, cheeky boys. Your secret draw is full and closed again. Downstairs you can hear bickering and the television tuned into some sports channel you never watch, so you grab a quick shower and watch them from through the banister.
Steve and Bucky are watching TV and looking at their phones. Bucky's bare legs thrown over Steve's as he reclines back on the arm of the tiny sofa.
"She needs a bigger bed, I'll order the bed, you get some sheets"
"Why do I have to look at sheets?" Steve pouts
"Because you've spent more time in her house, you know what she likes"
"You'd have spent more time here of you stopped insulting all her stuff"
"Are you denying the bed is too small" Bucky starts, staring Steve down
"No"
"Then get looking at sheets!"
"Fine, but we need to sort out this TV next, I'm not watching baseball on this." he gestures to the little TV.
"Stark's spoiled you, you used to watch baseball through a metal fence and be grateful. Of all of us I didn't think you would be the brat" Bucky scoffs, they've clearly raided the fridge, beer bottles and snack packets on the coffee table. Steve tips his head back and finishes his beer.
"Who did you think would be the brat?" Steve pulls Bucky to sit on his lap, still scrolling on his phone. The intimacy makes your heart ache, you want to be cuddled too but watching them together makes you so happy.
"Me! Obviously!" He smiles and kisses Steve on the cheek, pressing his nose into Steve's cheekbone.
Steve scoffs a laugh. "True. After that let's get her a new car. A bigger car. I'm still jealous of you in that back seat and her tin can worries me"
Right that's your cue to go down, stop them getting out of hand, obviously, not encourage them. You skip down the stairs to two beaming faces.
Part 7
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zaddy-cevans · 14 hours ago
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Icy Winds - Part 4
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A/N - Oh. Fucking. Boy. Here we go.
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|| WARNINGS || Language, Explicit themes, Sexual themes, Unprotected sex, Threesome (M x M x F), DubCon (perhaps), Oral (both M and F receiving), fingering, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, squirting, insane sensitivity, Professor Kink, Double penetration, Anal, Hair-pulling Kink, praise kink, sub and dom complex (reader switches often), spitting kink, choking kink, Rough sex, BDSM (very light), Somewhat angst (the beginning of a whole pile, sunshines), pet names, Age gap (reader in her early 20s, Steve and Bucky in their late 30s), mentions of violence (can't reveal too much bc of the story line and surprise at the end but tw)
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It was quiet. Eerily so. Too quiet. Something was wrong. Steve slowly got up and out of his office chair, telling his men to keep an eye out for anything out of the ordinary, while he, himself, sneaked towards yours, Bucky's and his shared bedroom.
He slowly opened the door, peeking his head in to see you still sleeping naked. Various scars and hickeys covered your body from last night. You were snuggled up against Bucky. Albeit, you were forced to, you couldn't lie that both their bodies next to yours still made you feel safe and secure, no matter how much you hated them. That was the thing about love, you fall into it easily and it's a nightmare to fall out of it. You couldn't stop loving them, but you could certainly put up one hell of a fight. Day after day.
You had put one up yesterday night as well.
"Don't be a brat." You crossed your arms over your chest as you sneered at Steve and Bucky both. "I'll be whatever the hell I want." Steve sighed, walking forwards to you and grabbing your upper arm harshly, causing you to cry out in pain. "Either you be a good girl or you be a dead girl." You snorted, "Clever and surreptitious." You remarked sarcastically. "How long it'd take you to come up with that one?"
Bucky chuckled under his breath as he walked over to the two of you and pried Steve's harsh grip from off of you. Lately, Bucky had been more sensitive, kind to what you had been going through and he knew he had to intervene now as well before either you or Steve got hurt. "Baby, please. We're still the same two men you fell in love with." You shook your head, "I thought you were. I'm not so sure anymore."
Bucky sighed, "Just. Give him what he wants and I'll take you out tomorrow." Steve's eye twitched, "Are you fucking kidding me? We can't take her out. What if she does something?" "I'll handle it." Bucky quipped back and you saw something in Bucky’s eyes. For a second, it was like he was the man you fell in love with. "Fine." Steve grumbled and then he broke into a smile, "But only if I get to come along as well."
You shrugged, "Not like I've got much choice, right?" Steve sighed loudly as he reached you, his arms rested lightly on your shoulder as his other hand tipped your chin up to look at him. "I know you still love us and we'll always love you. Don't make our insignificant mistakes get in the way of our true love." You took a deep breath, "They'll always haunt me."
Steve sighed and nodded, "Ok. Ok. We don't have to do anything tonight. Just go to bed." Even though these two men hurt you, the dejected looks on their faces was too much for you to handle. Was that crazy? They had turned your life upside down, fucking with your mind, but you still loved them with all your heart.
You rushed forwards and pressed your lips to Steve, trying to push the obnoxious thoughts of them to the back of your mind, where they wouldn't bother you. You wanted wanted cry and vomit all at the same time, but you just numbed your entire body. You nullified your brain. You were there, but not there, if that made any sense.
Steve was surprised at first, you could tell by the sudden cough. But then he found his rhythm with you, his hands resting on your waist as he pulled you in closer and grinded into your hips. You didn't moan. He knew something was wrong, but he was too caught up in the possibility that maybe he and Buck had made progress on you after all. Maybe they stood a chance to bring you into their lives permanently. It was a long shot, but your body was giving them hope.
Steve pushed you back until your back hit Bucky's chest. Bucky grinded into your ass and you let him. You let both of them do whatever they wanted to your body because you just weren't present in the moment anymore. You weren't in your body, it was like you were watching a completely different person do these things with both men.
Steve took off your shirt and kissed down your neck, to your breasts and further down. His lips and tongue left behind a hot trail of saliva on your skin, but you couldn't feel it. You couldn't feel anything. Bucky's hands found way to your chest where he kneaded your breasts in his hand, pushing your bra down and tweaking with your nipple. No pleasure. You didn't feel anything.
Steve reached your pants where he stripped them off alongside your panties. His tongue immediately delved into your folds where he licked at your opening, his nose nuzzling against your hair-covered mound. You pushed out a breath out of boredom, but Steve and Bucky both took it as a breathy moan. His tongue lapped at your core and even though you could feel the wetness, you couldn't fell much else.
Bucky licked his finger as he circled your puckered hole and then slowly slid his finger in. It hurt, but you didn't comment on it. You just let them do whatever they wanted to. Bucky paused his fingering of your asshole as he walked over to the bedside table and got hold of the lubricant. He stripped off and jerked his dick off a few times before he spread a generous amount of lube all over it.
Steve was too busy giving you Oral to care much. Bucky slipped into you from behind and you let his hold up your limp body as he fucked you roughly. Metal arm ended up wrapping around your throat, other hand going to spank your jiggling ass cheeks as he thorughly fucked you. His thrusts were hard and fast, his breathing turned erratic. You could tell he was close.
Steve frowned when you took longer to orgasm than usual. He got up, smiling. "Awe, you just needed my dick too. You want us to stuff you, don't ya?" You didn't respond, but that didn't deter Steve from stripping off completely. His abs glistened with sweat and he grabbed the ubricant bottle, applying a hefty amount on his palm before spreading it over his cock.
Steve walked forwards, his body morphing with yours as he pushed into your entrance. Your head fell onto his chest, but other than that, you felt... nothing. The two men fucked into you relentlessly until they both orgasmed, their cum seeping out of your holes, but you still hadn't cum, not even once.
The two, however, were too wrapped up in their victory of making progress with you to notice. They still cleaned you up with love afterwards, they still kissed all the bruises on your body. They still snuggled close to you, wrapping their arms around you so you felt secure. Problem was... you couldn't feel anything and that scared you more than the thought of still loving them did.
"Get up!" Steve hollered at the both of you as you whined slightly and pushed back into Bucky. His arm went to wrap around your waist and pull you in, instinctively. "Come on. I thought we were going out today!" That got your attention. You peeked an eye open, "you weren't lying last night?"
Steve sighed as he approached you on the bed. "I know we've lied to you before, but I promise I will never lie to you again. I love you with all my heart and I'll spend eternity proving it to you." You gnawed on your lip, you had to admit that that was pretty sweet, but you couldn't escape the fact that these two were killers. The people they murdered probably thought they were sweet as well, y'know, before they were murdered.
You sighed as you stretched in bed and slowly sat up, wincing at the pain underneath. "Are you okay? Were we too rough? Usually you tell us, but last night..." you nodded, "Yeah, no. I'm okay." You lied, straight through your teeth. Steve looked at you with such concern that you almost forgot you couldn't trust him. "Ok, well, go wash up." You nodded.
You got up and carried your feet towards the washroom. Locking the door behind you, you slid down to the floor and cried out until your eyes couldn't take any more. You tried to cover up your puffy and swollen eyes with makeup. Concealer, foundation and powder could do miracles. You walked out, smiling. The only way you could last long enough with these motherfuckers was to pretend, so that's exactly what you did.
"Just gotta wear something." You chirped and Steve looked over at Bucky raising a brow. "You think she's coming around?" Steve asked and Bucky shrugged, "I sure hope so."
The drive to the plaza was silent, dreadful almost. No one talked. Bucky popped his lips as he was bored and Steve hummed listlessly. You sighed as you stared out the window. "Are you going to give us a second chance?" Steve blurted out. You pursed your lips, "I feel you don't really deserve one." You answered truthfully.
"Then... what was last night about?" The hurt in Steve's voice was too much, you looked down at your hands entwined in your lap. "A mistake." You whispered, but the two men heard you clearly. "Right." Bucky spoke, grunting slightly. "I- I didn't mean to lead you on." "Ok." Steve spoke. You felt like you had dissapointed them and in a sick way, it felt bad. You felt bad.
"Guys, I'm sorry. It's just-" "We're killers?" Steve asked. You nodded, "You murdered people." "And did you even think to ask why we did?" You paused. "I... no. But that doesn't matter. You still killed people!" A voice in the back of your mind called you a hypocrite, but you tried to ignore that voice.
"The people you saw in our folder were the same people that killed our best friend. They killed Tony, who wasn't even involved in anything shitty, like us. He had a daughter and a wife and now he's gone." You stilled, "I-I'm so sorry." You didn't know what else to say. "Not just Tony, they killed your bestfriend's brother." Your eyes went wide, "Pietro?" Steve nodded.
"We never killed Wanda, the people left over from the gang that killed her brother and Tony killed Wanda. We simply got you out of there." Your mind raced at a million miles an hour. You shuffled forwards and slapped Steve's arm, "What the fuck? Why didn't you tell me?" Steve winced as Bucky chuckled at his expression. "We wanted to break it to you gently. Much better that you think of us as the bad guys rather than go through all this pain."
You scoffed, "I'm going through pain either way. You both are dumbasses." Bucky nodded, "That's been established." You sat back in your seat. Everything you believed for the past few weeks had finally been explained, and although they were still murderers, you couldn't blame them for what they did. Ofcourse you can't, because you did the same thing, didn't you? A voice whispered into your ear.
You whipped around to see no one. Great. Now you were losing your mind, going insane.
Maybe Steve and Bucky weren't so bad after all. Maybe things could work out between you two. Maybe you could finally escape from your past mistakes. Maybe you could look past theirs. But before you had time to talk to Steve and Bucky, you felt weightless as something hit you from the back. For a moment, you were floating and then you came crashing down. The car rolled over again and again until it came to a stop.
Your ears rang, your eyes were blurry, your head pounded, your vision swam and everything was upside down. "Buck." You cried as you tried to reach him. Shaking his shoulder, he didn't respond and you cried. "No, no." You moved over to Steve, trying to shake him awake. Both of them weren't responding and your heart pounded loudly into your ears, like a steady drum.
Before you could check for a pulse, you heard voices outside. "They're dead. Let's go." "Not without checking first." You grit your teeth together as you slowly laid down, placing your feet by the door. You heard the man's hand rest on the dented door and you kicked outwards with all your strength. The man went flying back along with the door. You tucked into your body and rolled out, standing up.
You were wobbly on your feet and you felt like you had just gotten back from the dead, but your flight or fight instincts were turned on and you were gonna fight. Like always. Your eyes scanned infront of you, a man stood cowering infront of you as he desperately tried to reload the bullets into the case.
You ran forwards and jumped up, kicking out at him. You heard a satisfying crack and the man fell to the floor, dead. Two others were in the truck behind you, except they were smarter. You hit the ground as gunfire went off. You breathed deeply through your nose and wiped the blood from your eyes. You had a nasty gash on your forehead and you couldn't see with all the blood rushing into your eyes.
So you did the only thing you could think of, to survive, to make sure Steve and Bucky survived. You grabbed the dead man's gun, refilling the load and clicking it into place as you unlocked the safety and shot a few rounds before taking the burning hot front of the gun and placing it on your wound. You screamed loudly as your skin hissed, but it had worked. You had burned the wound shut.
You were gritting your teeth so hard that your gums hurt, they were sore. You held up the gun and got up, taking aim and shooting both men straight in their chests. Breathing heavily, you fell to the floor. Your vision blackened around the edges as you lost all consciousness.
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savemesomenachos · a day ago
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imaginedreamwrite · a day ago
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Baby Girl: Part 13
“It’s cold.” You mumbled, pulling thick gloves on your hands. “Why is it so frickin cold?”
You ignored his grin and the little spark in his eyes every time you said something he thought was funny. You missed his amused grin far better than you could ignore the bubbling warmth that was becoming a rather staple feeling whenever you were with Bucky or Steve. Or both.
“Maybe it’s because you’re so small.” Bucky joked, slipping his vibranium hand, which felt like it had been dipped in liquid nitrogen, under your sweater and your jacket, eliciting a shocked, tortured shriek.
“Bucky!” You whipped around and smacked his shoulder repeatedly. “That is so not funny!”
While you were only half-serious with your intent to maim and do harm, he snaked an arm around your waist and pulled you into his body. He held you by your waist and kissed you silently softly, muffling your protests against his warm, plump lips.
“I am still mad at you,” you put your hands on his chest and pushed him away from you, with a few inches between his chest and your own, “and your dead hands.”
“Death hands?” He raised an eyebrow and reached for your waist again, his solid and muscular arm bringing your back against his chest. Your thick wool coat was something from the past, something that belonged to Steve when he was still in the ’40s, and you treasured it more than anything else you wore.
His coat, while big on him pre-serum, fit you perfectly, save for the sleeves that were too long and the hems that were frayed.
“Death hands,” you shivered and pushed yourself closer to him, “is the most suitable thing I’ve called you.”
“You wanna feel them again?” he questioned with a laugh bubbling in his throat as you pushed him away from you and ducked under his arms to seek solace in Steve.
“How about,” you snaked your arms around Steve’s waist and hid in his expansive chest, “we go home and give up on this entire venture?”
“You said you wanted to go ice skating.” Steve rubbed your back as he spoke, the rumble of his chest bringing you a familiar sense of comfort.
“I also want to be able to feel my feet.” You whined. “And Bucky’s mean.”
“Poor baby,” Steve’s chest rumbled again, “we’re not leaving.”
“I don’t know how to skate.” You mumbled and whined when Steve started to pull away.
“I am not mean,” Bucky reached for your glove-covered hand and slipped it in his, “you just can’t handle the cold.”
“Who could handle having your death hands on their bare skin?” You bit your bottom lip, eyeing up the pairs of skates in Steve’s hands. “I still can’t skate.”
“We’ll help you, baby girl.” Steve stole the chance to kiss your cheek before he directed his attention to the benches behind you. “Sit. I’ll help you put them on.”
You rolled your eyes but complied anyway, feeling regret again, after expressing your interest in going skating on the outdoor Rockefeller Centre. It was something you’d always wanted to do but never had, despite not knowing how to skate. It was on your bucket list of things to do that you’d likely never actually do, like going skydiving.
“Steve skydived.” Bucky teased, his attention drifting from you to the other super-soldier. “Without a parachute.”
“What kind of idiot goes skydiving without a parachute?” you wrinkled your nose, pulling your boots off your feet and setting them to the side.
“Way to give context, Buck.” Steve willingly knelt in front of you and helped you slip the right skate on, using very little strength to tighten the laces and tie them around your ankle.
“You..” you trailed off and frowned. “Sorry about the whole ‘idiot’ thing….”
“You don’t have to be sorry, honey.” Steve flashed you a smile and squeezed your knee when the first skate was on before moving to the next. “I was an idiot.”
“I’ll tell the world.” Bucky’s comment made you snort and hide your laugh behind your hand. Your body jerked as Steve yanked on the skate and tightened it around your ankle. When he was done, he looked up at you with a tender gaze, his blue-green eyes searching yours as the whole world came to a complete standstill. Everything stopped; everything in the world became dim and dull around you and Steve and Bucky.
“Happy birthday, sweetheart.” He spoke with a whisper, softly and affectionately.
“You’re going to make me cry….” You mumbled, unable and unwilling to look away. Not when Steve was looking at you like you were the very air he was breathing, and Bucky had his arm wrapped around your waist to give you warmth. The world was vibrant and bright, and it righted itself, Peter and all his shit, all his issues were fading like old scars that would eventually vanish.
“I know.” He stood and held out his hand for you to take, and when you placed your hand in his, he had helped pull you up and stabilize you when you started to wobble. “Are you okay?”
“You go ahead,” Bucky spoke from the bench, taking off his boots and slipping his skates on, “I’ll be right there.’
You clutched the wood with an iron grip through your gloves, terrified of falling the moment your skates hit the ice and shifted. You yelped and slid back, right into Steve’s broad chest. He placed his hand on your hand that was holding onto the wood and slowly pulled it off. He kept his chest to your back and slowly started moving, pushing you along with him.
“You’re okay,” He mumbled, reassuring you when you felt as though you were going to stumble again.
“Doubtful,” you shrieked briefly, your skates sipping to the left and the right in part, your shrieking turning to a laugh when Bucky zipped by you “show off!”
He grinned and stuck out his tongue before skating back and stopping expertly as if he had been doing this his whole life. After coming to a stop, he reached for your hand and pulled you lightly away from Steve, ignoring your wide-eyed panicked look.
“You’re beautiful, doll.” He laughed, “even when you look like a baby deer on ice.”
“Call me Bambi, then.” Bucky’s laugh and his grin were infectious, resulting in your smile and easement as he pulled you along behind him.
“Bambi?” Steve was following close behind, skating just as effortlessly as Bucky was. “The deer with the mother that gets shot?”
“Please,” you drew out the ‘ease,’ “tell me you’ve seen one of the most traumatizing cartoon movies. It was made in 1945.”
“After Steve fell into the ice, honey.” Bucky quipped.
“So how is it,” you yelped when Bucky started skating faster, “that you’ve seen the movie and Steve hasn’t?”
“I’ve seen the movie.” Steve defended himself and skate from behind you, to skate beside you. “And the Wizard of Oz.”
“I LOVE the Wizard of Oz!” Your excitement rose. “It is one of my favourite classic movies. Did you know that when they filmed the movie, the Tin Man got silver poisoning? Oh! And the Wicked Witch of the West got second-degree burns from the fire. Oh! And another fact, the snow wasn’t snowing, but rather it was asbestos.”
“You’re adorable.” Steve squeezed your right hand with his left. “You wanna watch it when we get back.”
“Ye-“ your feet slipped out from under you, your back hitting the ice in a manner of moments, but even quicker were the reactions of Steve and Bucky.
“Are you okay?” Steve immediately reached for you to help you stand, and Bucky had skidded to a stop to brush the ice and snow from the rink off your back.
Your head fell back as you laughed, as your whole body shook with gut-wrenching laughter. Your vision blurred from tears, from laughing until your sides hurt, as you were eventually joined by the softer, quieter laughter from Steve and Bucky.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Steve asked, adjusting the toque on your head.
“My ass is a little worse for wear-“
“I can help with that,” Bucky smirked and shot you a heated glance.
“Oh, I’m sure you could.” You rolled your eyes and pulled Steve’s old used coat further down your front, fixing one of the buttons that had come loose. “No public indecency allowed.”
Bucky didn’t look the least bit disturbed.
“Let’s skate for a bit; then we’ll grab dinner on our way home.” Steve reached for your right hand again as Bucky skates to your left. “Anything you want.”
“Anything?” You asked, glancing at him from the corner of your eye.
“Anything reasonable.” Steve’s lips formed a half-smirk. “You’re not going to gorge yourself on junk and get sick again.”
“Everyone needs to do it once a year,” you countered, “I was thinking about tacos. I love tacos.”
“Whatever you want.” Steve leaned in and kissed your cheek, his lips lingering.
“Steve, Bucky-“ your breath caught in your throat, grappling with the urge to confess your feelings.
“Yes, baby girl?”
“I love you,” it spilled without hesitation, “both of you. I love both of you.”
It felt good; it felt right getting that off your chest.
“We love you too, Y/N.” first from Steve, then from Bucky.
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fallinforevans · a day ago
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so for wednesday’s i’m thinking of either…
stucky wednesday’s (stucky x reader poly relationship. discussing their kinks, what their relationship would be like, and just any concepts😌)
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or professor au Wednesday’s? from professor!andy to professor!steve
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or…we can do both and just switch it every wednesday? please let me know besties🥺💓
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savemesomenachos · a day ago
Congrats on 200!! Can I request smut 3 and angst 2 for Stucky??? I imagine it’d be tough working out dynamics for dating two super soldiers who’ve known each other for years and I feel like these prompts would really fit 🥺🙏
Thank you so much!!! I completely agree. They’ve know each other for so long and it would be hard to figure out the dynamics until they fuck the reader🤷🏽‍♀️
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Drabble #2
Smut🥵 3. “Jealousy seems to be a great motivator for you.”
Angst💔 2. “It’s my fault, I didn’t listen to everyone saying this would be a mistake!”
Pairing: Stucky x Reader
Warnings: angst, almost smut (MInors DNI), insecure! Reader
Word Count: 904
Y/n’s POV:
I freeze in my spot at the entrance of the bedroom where I hear moans pour out of the door.
“Fuck Steve…” I hear Bucky whine as I push the door open an inch.
“So fucking impatient huh?” Steve taunts as he shoves his hand through Bucky’s hair and tugs.
“I need you to touch me, please!” he whines once more while Steve only chuckles.
My fists clench as I force myself to turn and walk away as I realized I wasn’t invited to this particular rendezvous. I enter the living room with a scowl on my face and flop down on the couch, face down. Lately, I had started feeling left out with Steve and Bucky. I knew they were still getting used to the idea of a third in their relationship but it hurt. The way they’d gravitate toward each other and forget that I was there. I know it wasn’t intentional but it hurt nonetheless. Obviously, Captain America, a WWII trained soldier and the Winter Soldier, an assassin for over 70 fucking years were oblivious to the pain they caused.
“Why aren’t you with your boys?” Natasha asked as she sat on the back of my legs. “Thought they’d be all over you by now.”
“That makes two of us,” I mumble into the couch seat.
“Trouble in paradise?” she asks, twisting off the cap to her beer and throwing her legs up on Tony’s expensive centre piece.
“I think they just forget I exist sometimes. I know it’s not on purpose but…”
“It stings anyway?” she completes.
I shrug as much as I can in my position as Natasha sighs.
“You tried talking to them about this?” she asks, taking a long sip of the beer as the condensation from the bottle slides down to my leg.
“Not really,” I say. “But you know what,” I say, shoving Natasha off me, “I fucking will,” I decide.
“GET IT!” she screams after me and I only laugh in return.
When I get to the door this time I push it open this time and their gazes snap to me immediately.
“Y/n!” Bucky announces, surprised as he scrambles to cover himself.
“Hey, whatcha doin’ doll?” Steve asks, pulling the sheets across his lap.
“Why didn’t you come see me when you arrived?” I ask, ignoring his question completely. The confusion on his face only works to fuel my anger.
“I guess it slipped our minds,” Bucky says, sitting up straighter against the headboard.
“Did it also ‘slip your minds’,” I say as I air quote, “that you have a fucking girlfriend?”
“Woah doll, don’t you think it’s a little unfair?” Steve asks dragging my attention back to him.
“No I don’t think it is. We’ve barely talked in the past few weeks. You’ve barely kissed me or touched me or even looked in my fucking direction,” I say as their jaws drop at my angry tone.
“It’s my fault, I didn’t listen to everyone saying this would be a mistake,” I mumble under my breath but their super soldier hearing picks up on it anyway.
Bucky gasps in surprise while his eyes widen.
“Baby, you don’t mean that,” Steve pleads as he makes his way across the room to me.
“I don’t know anymore Stevie. Do you even love me? Or was this just some sex adventure for you both?” I ask shakily, tears escaping the corner of my eyes.
“Of course not. We’ve just been assholes. We were actually planning something for you and I guess we got carried away,” Bucky says as he comes to stand beside me and fiddles with the hem of my t-shirt with a blush on his cheeks.
“Planning something? Like what?” I ask, my hands raising to my face to wipe off my tears.
“We were gonna ask you to move in with us but Bucky was nervous,” Steve says, a smile making its way onto his face.
“You were too punk! Don’t try to blame this shit on me,” Bucky exclaims exaggeratedly.
“You want me to move in with you?” I ask, my eyes widening and tears threatening to escape again.
“Yeah,” Steve whispers, raising his hand to cup my cheek in his warm palm.
Bucky wraps his arms around my waist from behind me and rests his chin on the top of my head.
“So…” he asks. “Will you?” he whispers in my ear as his vibranium fingers make their way under my t-shirt and up my stomach.
My stomach clenches at the coldness of the metal and his insistent kisses on my neck don’t help either.
“Y’know, jealousy seems to be a great motivator for you,” Steve whispers in my ear before he kneels on the floor in front of me.
“Shut up Steve,” I pant between laboured breaths as Bucky cups my breast in his palm. His fingers tweak my hardened nipple and my back arches in desperation.
“Say you’ll move in with us doll,” Steve whispers against my thigh as he undoes the button on my pants and rolls them down my legs. His lips press against almost each inch of bare skin.
“Yes,” I moan as Bucky peels my top off and works on unhooking my bra.
“That’a girl,” he whispers against my ear as Steve lifts me by my waist and deposits me on the bed.
“Let’s show our girl how much we missed her huh?”
“Yeah, let’s.”
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skyeisawizard · 2 days ago
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Masterlist
All smut in bold
Marvel
Bucky Barnes
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Pet (blurbs open)
Wild Child (ongoing)
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
An Omegas Duty (ongoing)
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Magnets
Sunshine
Threes a Crowd
Fucking Bucky Barnes
Now I have you
Boyfriend Bucky helping reader with WW2 stuff
Peter Parker
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On the Run
Fucking Peter Parker
2AM
Secrets
Tom Holland
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Over the mic
I Hate You (So Much it Hurts)
Stucky X Reader
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Star Spangled
No Control
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buckysbruni · 2 days ago
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sugar, spice and everything nice
pairing: bucky barnes x reader; steve rogers x reader; stucky x reader
*written with a black!reader in mind* 
word count: 3.6k
warnings: smut, daddy kink, mean!bucky, mentions of blood, mentions of breakup with an insecure man, unprotected sex (no pull out), semi-public sex (please notify me of any warnings i overlooked)
IF YOU ARE A MINOR (NOT 18+) PLEASE DO NOT PROCEED. NO MINORS ARE TO INTERACT WITH THIS POST.
a/n: my first stuckyish fic! i hope ya’ll enjoy, it’s dirty. i also dropped some songs at the end of the fic that i listen to while writing this if you want to be in the mood. if you are interested in more of my work, check out my masterlist or search ‘mjwriteshere’ here on tumblr. my inbox and asks are open for comments, requests and if you just want to talk. i reply to replies from my main which listed is on my masterlist. my taglist is open so reblog, reply or send an ask if you like to be added. you can be specific about what character or be added to a general taglist. thank you readings this chunky note and i’ll see you soon! -mj 
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Bucky and Steve sat across from me, trying to assess my headspace. I stared back at them with a glass of wine in my hand and a neutral look on my face. I was okay. I was really okay. If anything, the decision I made was something that I needed to do a long time ago. The men seated across from me should be rejoicing. They told me to do this exact thing months ago so I’m not sure why they’re so worried about me.
“Are you guys just going to sit there and stare at me the whole time?” I took a sip of my Moscato and rested against the couch. The two of them were on the other side of the coffee table in the two statement chairs I found from a lucky Goodwill find. They honestly looked way too big for the chairs and usually opted to sit on the couch but I think they really just wanted to see my face to try a gauge any feeling from me,” Jesus, I’m fine. Stop treating me like a newborn baby.”
“I know you’re tough, sweetheart but I think you should be feeling something?” Steve was the first one to speak up. Dawned in gray sweatpants and a navy hoodie (Yes, he looked ridiculously hot), he was perfectly dressed for the chill wine night occasion we happened upon.
“I felt. I dealt. I’m okay. Besides, it happened like two months ago…” I let my voice get smaller at the tail end of the statement.
“Two months?!” Bucky was stunned at my confession and proceeded to furrow his eyebrows at me,” Why didn’t tell us sooner?”
“Because I knew you would react like this! Or worse! Coddling me, being more overprotective and cautious than you usually are. Sorry, but I don’t need you two to hover over me on rotation. I’m a grown-ass woman who can deal with her feelings,” I stood up and heading into my kitchen to pour myself another glass of wine. The open floor plan allowed the two of them to see me as I filled my glass to the rim. There was no way I was going to drink all of this, but I needed to be a little dramatic,” Respect the boundaries I’m putting up.”
They both spoke in hushed whispers before Steve cleared his throat,” We know that. No one can take care of themselves like you do. But sometimes, you need to release that nonchalant, badass attitude and allow people to care for you.”
“I don’t need to do shit,” In a way they were right but I was not going to tell them that. It was hard some days to always be the strong one and be the one everyone dumps their problems on,” Stop telling me what I need to fucking do and just take what I told you and deal with it.”
“You know he didn’t fucking mean it like that. Calm down,” Bucky was much sterner with me than Steve. Both, confident and straightforward in all their talk, Bucky was usually the one who would bite back with me.
And, I really fucking liked it.
“Whatever,” I rolled my eyes. Still standing at the bar of my kitchen, I stretched out one of my ankles, keeping an eye on my toe ring,” I’m pretty much over this conversation.”
“Fuckin’ brat,” Bucky mumbled and stood up. I was used to that comment. But it still rushed heat into my abdomen. He went to stand by the large windows in my small apartment. New York City was all lit up and beautiful considering it was nearing 2 AM. I try to give my confession in our group chat, thinking they wouldn’t respond until the next day.
They both were up and rushed over to my apartment within minutes.
Steve took a deep breath, “Honey, you were with him for like 3 years- “
“So, stop fucking act like this breakup doesn’t affect you,” Bucky didn’t even turn his head when he said that. His eyes were still on the city.
“Do you want me to start fuckin crying? Yelling? Do you want me to be sad?” I was frustrated. I was really fucking angry, actually,” I know I was with him for 3 years! I was there the whole time, you asshole.” Tears collected up in my eyes,” I did the whole sad thing. I know a part of me will always love him but a bigger fuckin part of me knows I deserve someone better.” I threw the wine glass in the sink, letting the glass shattered and wine splash along with it, “I think you both should go. Fuck.” Somehow, someway my irrational action earned me a cut of the finger. It stung and started dribbling blood,” Fuck. Just leave.” I didn’t look particularly tough in a big shirt with Winnie the Pooh stitched on it and tears on my face.
“We’re sorry, honey. Let’s us help you,” Steve started to head towards me.
“Don’t apologize for me. She did that herself,” Bucky scoffed,” Steve, you want to help her, that’s fine. I’ll be going like she told us to. Respecting your boundaries, right?” Bucky pushed himself away from the window and headed for the front door. That made me start crying harder. 
What the fuck is wrong with me?
“Buck, I drove us here.”
“I’ll walk.”
“Fuck you, Bucky,” I said those three words with as much emotion I could muster. It was dead silent between the three of us for a few moments.
Bucky’s palm was on the doorknob before he slowly released it,” What did you just fucking say to me?” There was a laugh under that question; It was still a tad scary though. I wasn’t going to back down though.
“Fuck,” I pushed my hand away from Steve who had wrapped a paper towel around it,” You.” And with that, I turned around and headed for my bathroom,” Both of you, get the fuck out.” That was the last phrase I said before slamming the bathroom door behind me.
I worked on stopping the bleeding of my cut, wiping it down with an alcohol pad, and wrapping it up. It wasn’t a bad gash but one of those annoying ones at an awkward placement for a Band-Aid. I got it to work though. I heard my front door slam and I sighed in relief. There are aspects that I agree with coming from the two of them. I should express my feelings more and be more open in our friendship. I want to allow them in. But, they should respect if I don’t want to talk about my breakup with the guy I thought I was going to marry, I shouldn’t have to.
I ended it two months ago when I realized that Reg was never going to become serious about his life. He was too childish, too immature to be constantly belittling me and telling me what I was doing wrong. Reg was always on some new scheme or a new job, and could never see anything through because it was someone else’s fault. I can’t tell you how many jobs he has quit because he was working at entry-level thinking he should be treated as an executive. Reg didn’t think he had to work for anything. And while he quit one job, he would tell me how much of a pushover I was when I brought work home or how the work I put in wasn’t worth the money I was getting; It also boils down to the fact that Reg would always be insecure that I made more money than him. He’d make small jabs in public and private. Reg was terrible and I don’t know why I stayed around so long.
Bucky and Steve had told me multiple times to leave him.
But, I wanted to make that decision on my own.
I noticed a little blood on my shirt and slipped it off. I threw one of the silky robes on my door hook and freed myself from the confines of my bathroom. My living room was dimly from the light in my kitchen. I could see as clear as day that Bucky was standing in my kitchen, with a glass of water in his hand.
“I thought I told you to leave?” I headed towards him to get myself a glass of water. Filling the cup with ice first, I waited for Bucky to speak up. He was leaned over the sink with his face scrunched up in displeasure. Well, if he’s so unhappy, he should leave. I took a sip of water and leaned my body against my fridge,” Are you going to fucking say anything- “
“I’m getting real tired of you cursing at me all the time,” He cut me off. He turned to face me,” Fuck this, fuck that. Well, fucking stop all that.”
“Who the fuck do you think you are?” I curled up my lip and squinted my eyes at him. Bucky was mean with me sometimes but this is the first time I was actually taking it to heart.
“Hmm,” He drank some of his water. His body was relaxed against the countertop. There was slight confidence in his stance,” I don’t know, you tell me.” His eyes stayed connected to mine over the rim of his glass…
“What are you talking about?”
“4 years ago. Steve’s birthday party…” It was like he was speaking in code for a second before I started putting fuzzy memories together. I remember Peter taking his shirt off and attempting to breakdance… A group of us playing suck and blow… Eating the majority of Steve’s birthday cake… Bucky and I going out on the balcony for a breather… Us talking about our recent dates… Me telling him how a guy hadn’t made me cum in months… The skyline. My dress. Bucky’s fingers. Me calling him…
“Oh, my god, that was forever ago. And I was drinking,” I sat my glass down to pull my robe tighter,” And what the fuck does that have to do with anything?”
“Literally, everything. Besides, I remember you not even finishing a glass of anything,” Bucky laughed and sat down his glass as well to cross his arms across his chest,” What did I say about the F-bomb?”
“You’re not my-” I stopped myself short when I realized I just put myself in the exact position he wanted.
Fuck.
“Your what?” Bucky gave a wicked smile,” Go ahead, what were you going to say?”
“I’m not doing this.” I started for the living room. Bucky was right behind me. I sat down on my windowsill and stared out.
“Say it.” Bucky reached down and gripped my chin. He held our eye contact, a look of lust and anger was written all over his face,” Stop being a fuckin’ brat. And just say it.”
“Daddy,” I pushed his hand off of me,” The night of Steve’s birthday I called you Daddy, okay? I called you fuckin’ Daddy,” I felt the pressure in my lower stomach building a bit,” You happy? What does it matter? We both got into relationships and agreed to never speak about that night.” I crossed a leg over,” It doesn’t matter now.” After telling Bucky how long it had been since someone made me cum, he took it upon himself to finger me right on Steve’s balcony. Cold air, hot gasps, and only a blackout curtain separating us from the sight of the other party-goers, it was possibly to best orgasm I ever had.
“Stand up.”
“Shut up.”
“Get over yourself and stand up,” Bucky’s arms were still crossed. His voice was strong and dominant. I took a deep breath and raise up my frame. He grabbed the tie of my robe and slowly released it,” I think about you calling me that time to time. When you got with Reg, I got angry thinking about you calling him that. He is the last person who deserves that title.” His eyes stayed on my robe, tugging it in almost slow motion,” You remember Isabelle?” Of course, I did. His ex that hated me. She even told me so,” I called her your name when we were fucking one time. That’s when she started hating you because she still decided to stay with me. And when I asked her about how she felt about Daddy kink she said that I should go to you for it. Well...,” He chucked,” I always wanted to tell that fucker, Reg about how I buried my fingers so deep in your pussy you could probably still them years later. And you cried Daddy while you came.”
“Okay, you told me about using the F word…”
“Shut, the fuck up,” Bucky let the robe release. He pulled at it and allowed it to fall to the ground. My body was fully exposed to him as well as to anyone who decided to peek into my window right now. I let my bikini line grow out a little, only shaving it down a bit and putting off waxing. It peaked out a little from my thong. I could tell how much Bucky liked it; His eyes rested on the hair and a small smile graced his face,” He didn’t deserve all this. You know, that right?” I nodded. I was fully prepared to allow Bucky to fuck me right now. The hard feelings were still there, but I wanted nothing more than his hard cock right now. I saw it straining against the gray sweats he was wearing; He and Steve were most definitely matching,” I do.” He grabbed my breasts, one metal arm, and one flesh providing an interesting but hot sensation. He pulled me close and while squeezing one breast, he let his metal arm reach down and grab my ass.
I squeaked a little and pushed myself closer to him,” I don’t know. You’ve been pretty mean to me…” I teased him a little. That made Bucky grip my ass even harder and even delivered a slap to it.
“Daddy is just trying to teach you a lesson. Trying to get you to understand. I’m not apologizing for that.” I took one leg and wrapped it around his waist. Bucky ran the metal arm from my ass to my thigh, holding it there in small rubbing motions,” You’re so strong, so good all the time. I want you to know it’s okay to be coddled by the people you care about…” Bucky and I were talking with our faces so close together. My full lips were barely brushing his. A slight gruffness to his face because of a full beard hovered over my smooth one,” You understand that right? I care about you, so much. And I am sorry for being so mean about it, you fuckin brat.” We both laughed at that. I wrapped my arms around his neck and bought our lips together. Slipping a little tongue in there, I allowed Bucky to take the lead and our lips nibbled and sucked at each other.
“God, what are we doing?’ I pulled back a little and shook my head. We immediately jumped in this sexy embrace without thinking about the repercussions to our friendship. We crossed that line once and it was weird for a while before we both just had to get over it.
Bucky pushed my bottom half closer so that my pussy rubbed against his hard-on,” Well, I’m going to fuck you against this window. And then tomorrow we will do breakfast. And figure out all this shit later. I just need to know if you want my cock inside you right now?”
“Fuck, yes…” I brought our lips together and Bucky pulled at my braids, separating us.
“Sweetheart…”
“Sorry, no more F-Bomb…” I brought us back together. We kissed for a few moments, Bucky squeezing my ass and my tits here and there. I took a grip on his cock between us and whined,” Please, Daddy. I want to cum on your cock, so bad.” That’s all it took for Bucky to push me against one of the windows.
“Take off the panties.” He watched me bend over and run the thong slowly down my legs. He winded back his hand before landing a hard smack to my ass when he realized I was just teasing him. When I stood straight and threw my thong to the side, Bucky lifted one of my legs so my foot would rest on the thick windowsill. Using my hand as a way to anchor me, I turned to see Bucky pulling down his sweats and briefs just below his dick. He was impatient. His cock stood at full attention, leaking precum.
“I’m on birth control but there are some condoms in the bedroom,” I arched my back a little, smirking at him.
“I waited four years for this shit. I’m hitting it raw.” He spit in his hand and rubbed it up and down his dick before grabbing my hips and pushing his cock through my folds. I squealed. He was thick which made me stretch a little uncomfortably. I adjusted quickly and was welcome with a strong, building pressure, He was hitting the right angle, letting his hips meet mine. He took one hand and pushed my face against the glass window. With the side of my face smashed against the glass, I got a little saliva on it.
He slipped in and out of me easily but every thrust pushed me closer and closer to my release — my whining loud and high-pitch. Bucky seemed to be enjoying it as he took the hand that was on my hip and went to rub my clit,” Daddy, Daddy, Daddy.” I said on repeat with every thrust that Bucky gave me.
“That’s fuckin right,” Bucky responded in a raspy tone,” Your fuckin Daddy. Don’t you forget that.” His cock was giving me just the right sensation. With wet fingers on my clit, I was truly in a headspin,” This is Daddy’s fuckin pussy, right?”
“Uh-huh,” I could barely utter those words as I edged closer and close to a release. I clench down harder trying to stop it from coming but Bucky just felt too good,” Daddy… Bucky...My God.” The sound of my wetness sliding in and out of my tight little hole seemed to motivate Bucky to fuck me deeper. My eyes rolled back and my breaths were getting quicker.
“Steve, you gotta see this,” Bucky grunted. I was too deep in a euphoria that I almost didn’t catch Bucky say his best friend’s name. I watched my bedroom door open and in walks Steve, with his hand on his dick, rubbing it slowly,” She’s wrecked, you gotta see this.”
“I’m here,” Steve walked up to me and Bucky and observed Bucky’s cock burying itself inside of my pussy. I was stunned but not stunned enough to stop. If anything, I was more turned on than before,” Fuck, your pussy is so perfect, sweetheart. Buck, let me get in there.” Bucky pumped in me a few more times calling me a ‘good girl’ before releasing me completely. I moaned in frustration when the warmth of his cock left me. I turned my body around so that my ass was pressed against the windows.
“Steve, you’re going to fuck me too?” I lowered my hand to start rubbing my pussy in slow circles,” You want this pussy, too? I thought you left…” I went up to start playing with my nipples, keeping my eyes on both Steve and Bucky jacking themselves off. 
They were so hot it was unbelievable.
Steve grabbed my frame and lifted me up in his arms. He sat me down on his dick as he leaned us both against the windows. Steve’s dick was able to reach a little bit deeper than Bucky’s and I almost came at that new sensation,” I wouldn’t miss this for the world,” He sat between thrusts,” And baby, it’s Daddy to you.”
Bucky groaned at that and walked over to us,” Call him Daddy, honey.”
“Thank you, Daddy. I feel so good,” I pecked Steve’s lips and leaned over to lock in a deeper kiss with Bucky. Bucky still had his hand on his dick, pumping it fast. A mix of moans, groans, and wetness sounded out other than small praises from the both of them.
“Am I gonna make you cum, baby? Is Daddy gonna make you come right now?” Steve uttered deeply into my neck.
“Yes, yes... Hmmph,” I tried to get coherent sentences out while still kissing Bucky. I was so close to letting it all go. I reached down to help Bucky pump himself off,” Daddy, I’m gonna…” A rush of warm pleasure escaped my body before I could finish the sentence. It pushed out of me in waves, making me squirt all over Steve’s dick. He slid in and out a few times before cumming himself along with Bucky who shot ribbons of his orgasm in my hand. Steve gasped in my ear, telling me how perfect I was before slowly lowering me down. Still standing straight, Bucky ushered me over and directed me to lick the cum that was still on his dick. With a few swipes, I cleaned him up. We all gathered in an embrace where Steve and Bucky had a hand on each of my asscheeks, gripping them. I gave Steve a good kiss before doing the same with Bucky. We allowed a few minutes of this intimacy before pulling away.
I clenched my pussy, already wanting more,“ What the fuck are we going to do now?”
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savemesomenachos · 2 days ago
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Love & Other Desires - Chapter 9
Alternate Universe
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Pairing: Steve Rogers × Reader, (Future) Stucky × Reader
Warnings: Fluff, smut and angst are continuous themes in the whole series
For this chap: Some fluff, angst and H/N is hospital name.
Word Count: 2205
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Previous // Next
Give Me Love
Y/n’s POV:
I limped down the stairs and into the kitchen where Steve made breakfast while Dom sat at the table and coloured.
“Mama!” he screamed when he saw me and ran toward me. He attached himself to my uninjured leg while my hand shot out to grab the wall for support.
“Dom, what did I tell you about running into mama?” Steve asked, worried as he rushed over to us and replaced the wall with himself for my support. I looked up at him with a smile but he refused to meet my eyes.
“It’s ok. He’s just excited to see mama and so am I. Come here you!” I said with a smile as I leaned down to give him a proper hug.
Dom laughed and hugged me right back. His tiny hands ran over my back soothingly and I could cry. It seemed like he was the only one who liked me right now.
“Mama, I’ll be late to school!” he said as he pulled away and rushed back to the table and sat down for breakfast which Steve immediately provided.
He came up to me again and wrapped his arm around my waist while helping me to the table.
“I’m fine Stevie. You don’t have to help me do everything,” I said as I poured myself a coffee and tried to catch his eyes.
“Yeah, I know,” he said as he avoided my gaze still.
I guess he was still pissed about the Bucky thing. Though I’m not exactly sure what.
“Come on dad, we’re gonna be late!” Dom whined as Steve started on the dishes.
“I can get those; he’ll be late to school,” I say as I plate my breakfast.
“You’re not supposed to be working,” he says as he dries his hands off anyway.
“It’s like 3 dishes Stevie. I’m not completely useless,” I say, annoyed at his protectiveness.
“Don’t do them. I’ll get the dishes when I come back,” he says, walking over to the front door with Dom in front of him.
I follow them silently but don’t reply. Dom’s hand wraps around my wrist and gently tugs me down to his face. He plants a quick kiss on my cheek with a soft ‘take care mama, bye!’ whispered in my ear. I smile at his ‘Steve qualities’ and ruffle his hair in thanks.
Steve smiles and ushers Dom forward with a gentle hand on his head.
“Hey,” I call out while Dom rushes forward to the car. Steve remains stiff with his hand on the door and his back facing me.
I limp forward some more and reach out to touch him while he turns to look at me at the exact time I decide to retract my hand. He looks at my hand questioningly and turns his gaze to mine. I bite my lip, at a loss for words.
“Can I kiss you?” I whisper as my eyes wander to the floor, nervous about his answer.
There’s absolute silence on his end. Just as I begin to apologize, his fingers slot themselves in my hair and tip my head up with his thumb hooked under my chin to look him in the eye as he steps into my space.
“Yes,” he whispers with a hint of relief in his tired eyes. I lean up to plant a quick kiss on his lips while he does not seem gratified in the least. He leans down once again to catch my lips in a heated kiss. Like he missed me. And I don’t blame him. I kiss back with equal fervour until Dom’s “dad, you can kiss mom later,” sounds in the background. We pull away with a blush on our cheeks and a laugh bubbling in our chests.
“Bye,” he whispers as he slips out the door and raced to the car. Once his car slips out of the view, I hobble to the sofa, needing a much-needed nap. Damn these pills for making me all sleepy.
As I lay down, I think of Bucky again. I couldn’t seem to stop. I knew it was wrong but I didn’t know who else to talk about it with. Steve bristled each time his name came up in conversation. My eyes started to droop with drowsiness as I let sleep take me away.
*Flashback*
“You’re so fucking selfish, Bucky. What about Y/n and me, huh? You just gonna leave us behind?” Steve asks as he paces the length of our bedroom.
“And you asking me to do that is not selfish? This will be good for me. It’ll help my career a lot,” Bucky says, running his hand through his hair in frustration, a habit he picked up from Steve while throwing down the acceptance letter on the bed.
“Bullshit! You never wanted this job. You were fine with the intern job at H/N but now you’ve suddenly changed your mind?” Steve asks, his voice rising with every response Bucky gave.
“Enough!” I screamed. They stopped immediately and turned to look at me.
“Bucky, do you want this job?” I asked as my heart constricted in my chest painfully.
He hesitated and looked right into my eyes as if trying to convey a message. “Yes,” he finally said.
“Then we’ll support you,” I whispered. Steve started to protest. With a stern gaze from my end, he shut up.
Bucky crawled over to me on the bed while I tried to avoid his gaze and hide my unshed tears. His hand caressed my cheek and turned my head up to look at him. His eyes reflected my sadness and he surged forward to wrap me in a ferocious hug. I sat still as he sobbed uncontrollably on my shoulder.
Steve softened at the sight of us and sat down in front of me. I breathed deeply, unwilling to cry in front of Bucky. He needed us to be strong right now and that’s exactly what we would be. Steve and I seemed to agree on this because he nodded wordlessly. His hand hesitated before making contact with Bucky’s back.
“I’m so sorry,” Bucky wailed while my hands clenched into fists and my eyes stung with the need to cry.
My hands raised to his back where I pulled Steve’s along as well. We rubbed his back in comfort as Steve’s other hand to catch mine in silent comfort. I tried to smile while I’m sure I looked crazy.
Bucky pulled away from me but while still keeping a hand on my waist, his other arm wrapped around Steve’s neck, pulling him forward for a teary hug.
“I’m sorry you hate me, Stevie,” he cried as his fingers tangled in Steve’s hair.
“I don’t hate you, Buck,” he said as he pulled Bucky away to look him in the eye. “I’m just gonna miss you. I mean who's gonna bribe me into doing laundry or make breakfast or get up to all sorts of mischief that pisses Y/n off, huh?” he asks as he strokes Bucky’s cheek. Bucky replies with a watery laugh.
“We love you and we want what’s best for you. Even if that means you going away,” I say resting my head between Bucky’s shoulder blades.
“When you become a really rich and famous doctor, don’t forget us,” I whisper against his back while wrapping my hands around his waist.
“I could never baby. Especially you,” he says, resting his arms on top of mine.
“What the fuck does that mean?” Steve asks exasperated, pouting.
“Nothing Stevie, I’m gonna miss you too,” Bucky says, pulling Steve’s head to rest on his chest.
A while later, Bucky lays asleep between us while Steve and I stared at his sleeping form, memorising.
“We’ll be ok right?” I whisper shakily.
“It’ll be hard but you’ll have me, I promise,” he whispers with no hesitation. I smile at the comfort that I wouldn’t be alone.
We smile at each other and clasp hands across Bucky’s chest.
*End of Flashback*
I gasp as I sit up on the sofa. That dream was so goddamn vivid. These drugs are really fucking with my head. I rub the remnants of sleep out of my eyes and wince as my leg clashes against the coffee table. I rub my throbbing leg when the bell rings. I check the time on my watch. 11:00, huh. I didn’t know Steve was coming home this early. I stagger to the door, my leg still throbbing painfully.
I yank the door open with unnecessary force and am immediately met with Bucky’s nervous face.
“Hey!” he says excitedly. He winces almost instantly at my confusion.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have come. I just wanted to give you this,” he says while pulling a bouquet of flowers from behind his back. He thrusts them in my hand and turns to leave.
“Lavenders?” I whisper as I clutch them to my chest and the sweet aroma from the flowers warps my senses.
He freezes and mumbles a quiet ‘yeah’ while his cheeks turn pink.
“You remembered?” I ask, my voice on the verge of breaking.
“’ Course I did!” he exclaims, offended that I could even ask such a thing while turning around to face me.
We stare at each other in contemplative silence before I gesture him inside with a free hand. He hesitates at the doorstep as I move to the kitchen to put the flowers in water.
“He’s not home,” I say and Bucky stiffens which makes me think I was right in thinking his hesitation came from Steve.
He immediately steps inside, closing the door behind him and slipping his jacket off.
“Coffee?” I ask, already pouring myself a cup.
“I can get it. You should rest that leg of yours,” he says, making his way into the kitchen, and snatching the pot out of my hands. When our fingers brush, my eyes slit to his but he pointedly looks away.
He pours himself some coffee and wraps his arm around my waist to help me to the sofa. He lowers me down before settling himself opposite me on an armchair.
“I don’t bite doc,” I say, trying to break the tension.
“Yeah right,” he mumbles into his cup which makes me choke. I cough at his snark and try to hide my smile and blush in my cup.
‘So, what brings you here?” I ask draping a blanket across my lap.
“I just wanted to check on you,” he says. “And give you the flowers.”
“You do that for all your patients?” I ask fiddling with the tassels on the end of the blanket that suddenly seemed quite interesting.
“You know I don’t,” he whispers.
My head whips up to meet his gaze and I see him melt a little. For a moment, I get lost in his eyes. Still that same shade of blue and still breathtakingly beautiful. Butterflies made their way into my chest while an odd sense of guilt swirled in my chest. I was with Steve now and this was wrong. I had to nip this in the bud.
“I’m serious Bucky. What are you doing here?”
“I already told you. I wanted to make sure you were okay.”
“You don’t need to do that anymore. I have a husband to do that.”
“I fucking know that!” he screams into the empty space while rising up from his chair. He stalks toward me menacingly while I gulp my fear. He leans so close to my face; I can feel his breath on my lips. The smell of coffee and mint and something uniquely Bucky lingers between us.
“It’s the only thing I’ve been thinking about since I saw the both of you,” he whispers. I shudder and chew on my lip nervously. I try to look away but his eyes make it really difficult.
His hand reaches out to touch my face but he retracts his hand, suddenly remembering where he is. He straightens while running a hand through his hair and practically sprints to the door while I try to follow on my bruised leg.
“Wait!” I shout, limping toward him as fast as I can. He stops but doesn’t turn around.
“Bucky, I’m sorr-”
I’m cut off by the sound of keys jingling in the lock. We back away from the door as it opens to reveal Steve and Dom.
“Babe, I bought-”
He freezes when he sees Bucky in the doorway, jacket in hand.
“Papa, it’s the doctor from the hospital!” Dom exclaims making his way to Bucky.
“Thank you for making my mom all better, doctor!” he says, peering up at Bucky through a blinding smile.
“Of course, buddy,” Bucky says, raising his hand for a fist bump. When Dom responds with one of his own, Steve snaps out of his shock.
“Dom, go to your room,” Steve says, calmly and Dom immediately shuffles upstairs throwing a wave at Bucky over his shoulder which Bucky reciprocates with a wide smile of his own. As soon as Dom disappears out of view, Steve’s low command shakes me to my core.
“We need to talk.”
Bucky moves to leave and Steve stops him with a strong on his arm.
“All of us.”
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imaginedreamwrite · 2 days ago
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Baby Girl: Part 12
“She would certainly be a fearsome thing to behold.” You were amazed, you were blown away by the simplicity of the tattoo, yet it was amazing. It was beautiful.
The quote was black and white and written in cursive on your left shoulder with three red petals and three blue on the other side, a nod to Steve and Bucky, who were your rocks, your strongest supporters, as well as your soulmates.
“I love it.” You beamed, a bright and excited smile on your face as you gazed at the tattoo before the artist put the covering on. “I already want another one.”
“Sweetie,” Natasha crooned with her arms crossed over her chest, “you should let the first one heal before you think about getting a second.”
You shrugged and kept your back turned so the artist could place the covering over, something that wouldn’t have to be taken off or changed until the tattoo was completely healed, which according to him, would be 2 to 3 weeks before it could come off.
“How much do I owe you?” You kept as still as possible, questioning your tattoo artist when he placed the final piece of tape over the edge of the covering.
“Your boyfriend paid for it,” he stepped away and moved to a plastic storage compartment near the stand holding all the different colours of ink.
“Boyfriend?” You glanced at Nat.
“Bucky. Wired the money over a couple of minutes ago.” Nat leaned against the wall of the tattoo parlour, only able to be with you when it was all done. “Though I’m guessing that you didn’t officially make your relationship a thing?”
You chewed the inside of your cheek as the coil in your stomach tightened. There was bursting warmth in your belly, the feeling of their phantom touches caressing your skin as if they were behind you whispering their sweet nothing promises into your ear.
You’d been intimate but not had sex with Steve. You’d cried on their shoulders multiple times but hadn’t labelled yourselves as being together. But you should.
“Have you said the three little words yet?” Natasha implored, raising one of her red eyebrows in curiosity.
“No,” you held the care sheet in your hands as the two of you left the shop, “but I do.”
“You love them?” Natasha didn’t sound surprised, but her statement ended in a question anyway.
“Of course. How couldn’t I love them? I’ve never met anyone who’s been so supportive and understanding.” You rubbed your hands against your jean shorts before you shoved them into your back pockets. “Steve and Bucky are my soulmates. It’s only natural that we’d fall into a relationship, but it doesn’t feel forced or like some twist of fate. It’s like being in love with Steve and Bucky is as easy and natural as breathing. It just inherently feels right.”
“No labels?” Natasha asked, opening the passenger’s side door of her car for you.
“We’re together. I guess their my boyfriends?” You pulled a face and shrugged. “I’m with them; they’re with me. Putting a label on it feels…wrong?”
“Or maybe you’re not used to being in a relationship that has a healthy balance and having a label on it feels too real?” Natasha suggested after starting the car and pulling away from the curb.
“My relationship with Peter wasn’t toxic.” You countered.
“It wasn’t healthy, honey.” Natasha stopped at a red light and looked your way, her green eyes sympathetic.
“Whether you want to admit it or not, you spent the better part of a year investing yourself into a relationship that ended the minute you caught sight of Steve and Bucky. Yet, you pushed. Peter wasn’t as invested in the relationship as you were, and he was ready to cut the cord. You held on. You pushed. You wanted it to work, and Peter was stringing you along. It might not be toxic, but it sure as hell wasn’t healthy.”
You supposed she was right. You assumed that your relationship with Peter was never ideal and was instead a coping mechanism for not being able to see colour or have your soulmates. Maybe it was nothing but a stand-in for something real. Perhaps you had dove too far into a relationship that was never worth saving, that would never pan out in the end.
“I love them, Natasha.” You were of clear mind, spirit and heart. You were speaking from a place of clarity that was deep and true. “If they asked the question-“
“The question,” Natasha preened with happiness for you and excitement, “that is THE question?”
“I would say yes. Immediately. I know we haven’t been dating long, but I have never felt secure and cared for. I’ve never been so sure of myself.”
“You’d say yes.”
“I would say yes even if I had nothing to offer.”
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Natasha walked off the elevator and down the few short steps to get to the centre of the ‘party room’ that the few avengers who weren’t on missions were hanging out in. As they sat on the circular couches, with drinks in their hands, Natasha plopped down on Bucky’s lap with her arm wrapped around his shoulders. As she sat, she looked over her left shoulder, casting her green-eyed gaze upon Steve, smirking pointedly at him.
“What, Nat?” Steve lifted his beer bottle to his lips and sipped on the barley ale in the dark glass, the foamy head of the beer hitting his lips first.
“Your girlfriend is a delight.” She cocked her head to the side. “She is a funny woman, full of humour and wit.”
“Yeah, and gorgeous.” Bucky agreed before he grabbed Natasha around the waist and moved her off his lap. “What’s the point?”
“The point,” Natasha readjusted her position before he reached forward and grabbed a shot with red coloured vodka inside the thick glass, “is that you should be thanking me.”
“For what?” Steve moved closer to Bucky, draping his arm across the back of the half-circular couch, his fingertips grazing Bucky’s right shoulder.
“For figuring out where your girlfriend wants to go for her birthday.” Natasha lift the shot to her parted lips and tipped her head back, swallowing the red-coloured vodka.
“I thought you were throwing your girlfriend a party, Cap?” Clint asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Tony offered to throw a party,” Bucky shift and pressed himself closer to Steve, his left shoulder pressed against his chest, “but Y/N doesn’t want a big party.”
“Gee,” Natasha spoke sarcastically, “I wonder why. Could it be because her ex-boyfriend is a little shit?”
“So what does the future Mrs. Barnes-Rogers wanna do for her birthday?” Clint asked, stretching out on the couch.
“After we got our tattoo, we went to this little place tucked into an alley near Times Square that has the best Italian food,” Natasha reached for another shot, “and little miss told me about this place in Finland. An ice hotel.”
“An ice hotel?” Steve’s blonde/brown eyes brows furrowed. “Really?”
“Don’t knock it, Rogers. If you saw pictures of the place, you’d be on the first plane out of here. It’s the kind of place that couples go to screw each other’s brains out in a romantic sense.” Natasha downed her second shot and placed the empty glass back on the coffee table. “The hotel is made of ice, or you can stay in glass igloos that have a nearly 365-degree view of the northern lights.”
“Y/N wants to go to an ice hotel?” Steve sounded incredulous.
“Y/N said she wanted to go to the hotel since she first saw pictures of it when she was 15.” Natasha crossed her arms over her chest and tilted her head. “This place is romantic. I mean, they have private hot tubs, and fur blankets, secluded suites with private chefs.”
“Y/N is a young woman who is turning 21 and doesn’t want to go to Las Vegas but would rather spend her birthday trapped between two super soldiers in the cold, with nothing but their body heat to keep her warm.” Natasha licked her bottom lip, watching the revelation settle into the two men; the news that you wanted to give yourself to them under the northern lights was enough to make them book flights now.
“Unfortunately, the ice hotel doesn’t open until December 15th,” Nat informed the two, bouncing her leg up and down with her hands resting in her lap.
“Her birthday is the beginning of November.” Bucky bit his bottom lip.
“Take her there for Christmas,” Clint suggested, finishing his beer before reaching for another. “The kid has no family here. She doesn’t keep in contact with most of her extended family. Celebrate her birthday in November and take her to Finland for Christmas.”
“We could-“
“You should.” Natasha nods her head, green eyes studying the two soldiers. “It’s been a dream of hers to go. If you took her to this nice hotel for Christmas….”
“Nat, are you suggesting what I think you’re suggesting?”
She shrugged and remained silent with only a half-smirk as their answer.
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savemesomenachos · 2 days ago
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Writing Update!!!
Since I’ll be doing the 200 followers drabble list for a short time (Undecided), I will be giving those drabbles priority. I have 2 pending fics in my ask box which I will complete at a later time but I have seen them. Thank you for all the love lovelies!!!🌸✨
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savemesomenachos · 3 days ago
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200 FOLLOWER CELEBRATION!!
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So, I’ve hit 214 followers as of today and I’ve got so much love here😌 and so I’ve decided to have a prompt list to celebrate my 200+ followers!!!!!!!🙌🏽🙌🏽🙌🏽 (limited time)
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AN: These will all be reader inserts!!! EVERYTHING IS 18+, minors DNI
Characters I will write for:
Stucky
Loki
Bucky Barnes
Steve Rogers
Rules/Info:
You can choose 1 or 2 prompts from any 2 genres at a time only.
While sending your request, you can refer to the prompt with the name of the genre and the number. E.g., Fluff #1, Angst #5
Likes & Reblogs are not compulsory but would be thoroughly appreciated!🤌🏽💋
The same is with feedback. It’s one of the most important things to a writer coz it does help me write other stuff and improve.
Drabbles will be between 500-1000 words depending on my motivation🤷🏽‍♀️
It might take some time for me to reply but I will eventually!!!!
Anons are welcome to request stuff too!!!
If you want to be tagged in the Drabble or my permanent taglist, specify which taglist you want to be in and drop your username in the request.
There will be prompts for fluff, angst and smut down below.
ENJOY MY LOVELIES!!!!!!🌸🌸🌸
Credits to @creativepromptsforwriting for all the lovelllyyyy promptssss!!!!
Prompts:-
Fluff🌸:
1.A-“Stop staring at me to distract me!”
B- “Oh, I’m not staring at you to distract you.”
2.A - “Why are you blinking like that with your eyes? Is everything ok?”
B- “That was supposed to be a wink!”
3.A- "Wow, I never thought you'd be stupid enough to try and do this.”
B- "Well, you're here with me, so that makes you stupid too.”
4.“You’re saying that you’re only attracted to someone’s brain, but I totally caught you checking out my butt.”
5.A- “You’re smarter than you look.” 
B- “Is that a compliment for my intelligence or an insult for my looks?”
6.A- “You flirt in the most awkward situations.” 
B- “You know you love it.”
7.A- “Are you trying to flirt with me?” 
B- “Yes. Is it working?”
Angst💔:
1. “Is everything a joke to you?”
2. “It’s my fault, I didn’t listen to everyone saying this would be a mistake!”
3. “Why does everything have to be a struggle with you?”
4. “I can’t believe you sometimes!”
5. “Maybe you should just leave now.”
6. “Stop! Just stop it!”
7. “Maybe, this is it coz I can’t do this anymore!”
Smut🥵:
1. “Stop looking at me like that or my knees will not hold me any longer.”
2. “My tongue still remembers the way you taste.”
3. “Jealousy seems to be a great motivator for you.”
4. “Oh no, there is only one bed, what will we do now?”
5. “Later you will definitely need to tell me where you learned this.”
6. “I want to please you.”
7. “Your hand feels much better than my own.”
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zellington · 5 days ago
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Can we just appreciate the authors @navybrat817 , @bucksfucks and @bunkerbucky please? They’re all the most talented incredible humans and I’m at the pub right now like 6 tequila shots and a few double vod crans down appreciating their mfing genius to my friends who are vanilla af and I just 🤷‍♀️
Just absolute love to these incredible human (possibly?) individuals, yea?
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prettymalfoy · 5 days ago
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zero to sixty, in three-point-five
read on ao3 here
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“Wanna…wanna f-fuck you,” Steve mumbles into Bucky’s chest one evening. They’re basking in the post-coital bliss, tucked beneath the blankets, Steve’s damp hair tickling where his head rests on Bucky’s chest, muscular but impossibly soft.
“Yeah?” Bucky chuckles, bringing his metal hand up to thread through Steve’s hair. “You gon’ tell me about it? How you’re gonna fuck me?”
“Mmh,” Steve shifts slightly, nuzzling further into the broad expanse of Bucky’s torso. “Wanna…make you feel good,”
“Yeah? You wanna make Daddy feel good? Treat Daddy right?”
“Mmh,”
“Wanna use your body to make me feel good? Yeah?” Bucky snickers as he flips them over so he’s hovering over Steve’s body, crotches lined up and grinding against each other softly as Bucky gently rocks both of their bodies. “Gonna use your little clit to make me come? Make me come so hard and then use my body to make you come inside Daddy?”
“Nuh…no,” Steve whimpers, shaking his head. “Just…make you feel good,”
“Awe,” Bucky coos, ruffling Steve’s hair. He laughs at the way Steve scrunches his nose up. “Not even bothered about coming, Stevie? Just wanna keep going until your daddy has his fill?”
“Uh huh,” Steve nods, but he squeezes his eyes shut and covers as much of his red face as he can in the crook of his elbow. “Like…like a toy to make…make Daddy feel good,”
“Hmm,” Bucky presses a grin into Steve’s cheek, rolling his hips a little faster. “And good little toys don’t need to come, do they? Good little toys don’t need to be distracted by something as silly as an orgasm, right, sweetheart?”
“D-don’t need to come, just…just Daddy. Need Daddy’s come, please,”
“Hmm,” Bucky purrs into Steve’s neck. “You’d be such a good toy for Daddy, doll face.”
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They don’t talk about it in bed the next morning like Steve thinks they would. He wakes up to the smell of pancakes drifting through the house, the sound of Bucky humming along to the music that is playing, the music that Peter introduced them too that Steve cannot stand but Buck seems to have taken a shine to. He groans as he rolls out of his bed, picking up one of Bucky’s hoodies off the floor and pulling it over his head. He stumbles as he tries to step into a pair of boxers. He’s only slightly disgusted that he doesn’t know whose they are.
He staggers into the kitchen, stifling a yawn, and plasters himself against Bucky’s back. The other man groans playfully at the added weight but doesn’t make any move to get Steve off him.
“Mornin’, Stevie,” Bucky chuckles, deep with sleep. Steve mewls as he tries to burrow himself into Bucky’s skin.
“Mmhm ‘addy,”
“Still sleepin’, bunny?” Steve hums softly. “That’s okay. You want some coffee?”
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They don’t talk about what Steve said when he was half awake and half floating after they’ve eaten breakfast and have both woken up more. They don’t talk about it on their run, or in the shower after their run, or even while they’re making out on the couch in the early afternoon, ignoring the film they had started watching.
They don’t talk about it the day after, or the day after that, or even the day after that. He’s not worried that Bucky has forgotten about it, Buck never forgets anything that Steve says. He doesn’t think that Bucky has forgotten, but Bucky normally brings these things up, whether it’s in casual conversation or as a negotiation, but Bucky seems content to forget all about it. Or, at least, not talk about it.
Steve cannot forget all about it.
He’s not sure why it’s bothering him so much. It’s not like he’s never topped before. Fair enough, they don’t switch positions often, and they never switch their roles, but Steve has fucked Bucky on many occasions. So it’s not like it’s something he’s nervous about, there’s no reason for him to be so worked up, but there’s…something. Some sort of energy buzzing under his skin and he can’t get the thoughts out of his head.
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It turns out Bucky has absolutely not forgotten about it. In fact, once they get started, it’s pretty clear he’s been thinking about it a lot.
It takes a few weeks for it to come up, and at first Steve isn’t even aware it’s happening. He comes back home from a late lunch with Sam and Bucky is sat on their couch, dressed in his workout gear, loose t-shirt and baggy shorts, beer in his hand. Steve frowns slightly at the sight, confused. He knows Bucky hasn’t been to the gym today and he knows Bucky’s showered within the past hour or so, can smell the hints of coconut from the fancy shampoo Bucky insists they buy. His hair is pulled into a low bun at the back of his head, a few strands falling loose and framing his face. But Bucky never really wears his gym stuff outside of the gym, only when they…oh. Only when they’re playing.
He’s already ready to go. Zero to sixty in three-point-five.
“You’re back,” Bucky murmurs, not taking his eyes off the hockey game that is playing on the television. He doesn’t look up, but he does frown. “You’re overdressed. Fix it,” Steve swallows down a whine that threatens to burst out of his throat, closes his eyes, takes a moment and breathes deeply. It’s the first order he’s been given and it’s far too early to embarrass himself. Bucky clears his throat, and that’s when Steve realises he hasn’t made a move yet, hasn’t even started to kick his shoes off. He swallows again as he begins to strip off, making sure to do it the way Bucky likes even though the other man isn’t watching him, has turned all his attention back to the game. He takes the time to fold each piece of his clothing how he knows Bucky expects him to, placing them neatly on the table by the door. Steve’s barely put the pile down before Bucky is snapping his fingers and pointing at the floor between his spread legs. He takes one step before Bucky clicks his tongue.
“S…sorry, Daddy,”
“Hmm,” Bucky hums, unconvinced, eyes still glued to the game. “Goin’ dumb already? Forgettin’ the rules so quickly?” His voice is laced in mock disappointment, a voice that serves only one purpose: fluster Steve. Steve whines softly as his cheeks heat up, body making a quiet thud against the carpet as he falls to his knees. He crawls over to Bucky slowly.
Bucky doesn’t even look down at him when he settles between Bucky’s legs, just puts his hand not holding the beer into Steve’s hair, tugging his hair back sharply. He snorts when Steve breathes in abruptly through his teeth.
“Get me out,” Bucky sighs, moving his hand down the back of Steve’s head and tugging on the lobe of his ear. “Ten minutes of the game left. Wanna come before it’s finished,”
“Yes, Daddy,” Steve murmurs, bringing his hands up to the waistband of Bucky’s shorts. He pulls them down swiftly, lets himself nuzzle against his daddy’s cock when it’s exposed. He feels Bucky twitch against his cheek, the only suggestion that Bucky isn’t as cool and calm as he pretends to be.
“Nine minutes,” Bucky’s voice sounds further away than it did before, clouded by the fog already settling in in Steve’s head. “Better hurry up, slut. Don’t wanna disappoint me, do you?”
“No,” He doesn’t need Bucky to verbalise any sort of threat, doesn’t have to hear what Buck will do if Steve doesn’t manage to obey. He whimpers suddenly when Bucky fists his hand through Steve’s hair again and tugs backwards harshly. Bucky’s eyes are hard when they meet Steve’s. Steve tries his hardest not to let his eyes close as he sobs. “Daddy! No, Daddy! ‘M sorry,”
“Good.” Bucky lets go of his hair again, turns back to the tv without sparing Steve another glance. “Eight minutes, thirty-seven,”
Steve’s not sure he’s even been so hard so quickly. It’s a mixture of the pain and the way Bucky is ignoring him, using him to get off but not giving him any attention. He doesn’t really know, isn’t sure, how he’s meant to get through the scene without coming until he’s giving permission.
He tries to distract himself as he sucks Bucky’s cock, but with the way his mind is getting foggier the longer he’s on his knees, he’s finding it difficult to focus on anything beyond the cock in his mouth. It’s heavy and hot and fills him up so nicely. He loves the way Bucky feels inside him, anyway at all, but if someone held a gun to his head and told him to choose, he’s probably say this is his favourite way. There’s just something so… nice about being on his knees in front of the man he loves, choking and spluttering and gagging on his cock, making Bucky feel good, not having to focus on anything except for pleasing his man.
It takes him off guard when Bucky spills down his throat, whatever grunts he makes muffled by the opening of the beer bottle in his mouth. Steve sighs happily when Bucky pulls him off his cock, making small, confused, pouty noises when Bucky pushes him back down, further. Steve mouths at the underside of his daddy’s cock, unsure what he’s expecting him to do. Bucky just laughs softly, keeps pushing Steve’s head, down the length of his cock and past his balls and oh.
Bucky’s laugh is breathy when he hears Steve’s broken whimper, feels Steve’s eyes fluttering against his thigh.
“You gonna get Daddy ready?” Bucky asks. He lifts one of his legs off the floor, stepping out of his shorts and setting his foot on the table next to where he’s set down his beer. Steve whimpers as the new position gives him more access to his daddy’s hole. “Yeah, that’s it,” Bucky encourages as Steve starts to lick, his laps growing more confident with Bucky’s low moans. “Such a good little toy,”
“Mmh,”
“Good,” Bucky shuffles slightly, bringing his hips forward. Steve moves with him, easy with the change of angle. “Give Daddy a finger, come on,”
Steve is…Steve is in heaven. He’s slow as he pushes a single finger into Bucky’s tight heat, moans even louder than Bucky does at the sensation. He’s slow, treats Bucky right, crooks his finger just right to rub over the bundle that he knows will drive his daddy wild and is rewarded with the most beautiful sound he thinks he’ll ever hear; a low groan of a noise, a deep rumble, a happy daddy sound and Steve ups his effort to make Bucky make more of those sounds. He takes his time but he still goes at Buck’s speed, adding another finger when he rumbles out “Another, Steve, c’mon,”.He laps around where Bucky’s rim is stretched around three of Steve’s fingers, not stopping even when he feels his spit drooling down his chin, dropping onto his own tits.
He lets out an embarrassingly high-pitched whine when Bucky pushes him back, bare foot pushing against his shoulder, not hard but firm enough that Steve can’t really push back against it, knows it won’t be well received. His face flushes when Bucky chuckles. He glances up, and it’s not fair how unaffected Bucky looks; his pupils are blown and there’s barely any blue in his eyes, but beyond that and the slight pink blush on his cheeks, barely noticeable if you’re not Steve, Bucky looks the same as he did when Steve stepped into their house. Even as he’s still got three of Steve’s fingers buried inside of him.
“You want somethin’, sugar?” Bucky asks, voice light with laughter. Steve’s own voice is barely above a whisper.
“Please,”
“Aw,” It’s almost effortless, the way Bucky changes from carefree and laughing to downright mocking Steve, cruel grin lighting up his face. “Stevie, you gotta problem down there?” He nods down to Steve’s cock, standing proud and deep red. Steve’s cheeks heat up to match the colour, and his eyes drop, trying to hide. Bucky purses his lips, clicks his tongue, and then makes Steve sob. “You think you’re gonna be able to last long enough to fuck Daddy?”
“Daddy!”
“Uh huh,” Bucky nods, frowning somewhat. He sighs, put on, when Steve peers back up at him. “I thought this might happen,” He smiles sympathetically, carding his fingers gently through Steve’s hair. “Got you a present to help you though, Stevie. What do we say?” He sounds so genuine, is the thing, like he was actually worried about Steve not managing and he actually wanted to help. Later, Steve will curse himself for falling for the act, falling into the trap Bucky set up so perfectly. For now, though, he smiles drowsily up at Bucky.
“Thank…thank you, Daddy,” It’s this moment that Bucky’s smirk comes back, big and cruel, and Steve realises his mistake. He swallows.
“You’re very welcome, baby,” Bucky pushes Steve back further, snickering at the look of Steve’s face when his fingers slide out with a wet sound. “Come on, come to the bedroom,” He helps Steve to his feet, steadying him when he stumbles slightly. Steve lets out a soft, happy moan when Bucky pulls him forwards, velvety lips meeting his own, moving together sweetly. He blinks heavily when Bucky pulls away, eyes clearing to see the amused look on Bucky’s face. “C’mon, doll. Don’t go dumb on me just yet. You’ve got a job to do,” He grins as he takes Steve’s hand in his own, tugging him up the stairs and towards their bedroom. Steve lets out a surprised gasp when Bucky suddenly pushes him backwards, big paw of a hand right in the middle of Steve’s chest, pressing him onto the bed. Bucky laughs and Steve swallows when Bucky kisses his cheek. He knows Bucky so well, better than anyone else in the world, and he knows what that kiss means. He’s not going to like what’s coming up. He’s going to love it, sure, but he’s not going to like it. Bucky’s clever like that. “Still w’ me, Stevie?” His head nods without him having to think, his voice horse.
“Gr’n, Daddy,”
“Good,” Bucky coos, patting his cheek just a little more than gently but not enough to sting. A love tap, in Bucky’s books. “You stay here, Daddy’s gonna go and get your gift, ‘kay?”
“Mmh’kay, Daddy,”
“Good boy,” He tracks Bucky’s movements until he’s deep inside their closet, hidden by the walls. Steve lets his eyes drift shut, trying to focus on the sound of Bucky pottering around, trying to calm himself down. He tries not to think about the gift that Bucky has gotten him, sure that it’s not going to be as nice as Bucky is making it out to be. He’s fairly certain that it will be some sort of ring, something to stop him coming as soon as he’s inside Bucky, something that can help him last. He understands, it’s entirely likely that as soon as he’s settled inside Bucky he won’t be able to help himself, but Bucky knows as well as Steve does that coming won’t stop him. They can both go six, seven, even eight times in one night at a push, barely going soft in between, so it’s not like coming too soon is going to prevent him from pleasing Bucky. But the thing with the cock ring, what he’s assuming Bucky is aiming for, is that Steve gets so impossibly sensitive with the ring on, unable to come but getting desperate to. It never fails to entertain Bucky when Steve gets like that. So, he assumes that’s what Bucky’s going to do.
He’s startled when Bucky clears his throat. His eyes fly open to meet Bucky’s, apology already on the tip of his tongue, but Bucky just smiles, cuts him off.
“Hi, baby,” His voice is sweet, more so than usual when the ring makes an appearance, and makes Steve second guess his assumptions. He still moans, though.
“Daddy…” Bucky chuckles as he makes his way over to the bed, crawling up Steve’s body until they’re face to face. He’s lost the rest of his clothes while he’s been gone, body beautifully bare and right up against Steve and Steve’s fairly sure this is an attempt on his life. It’s the only explanation. That’s Bucky’s aim for today’s play, and Steve is more than okay with anything Bucky wants. If Daddy wants it, Daddy can have it.
“You wanna see what I got you?”
“Please,” Steve whines, trying to stop his hips from humping up against Bucky’s solid thigh but it’s hard. Bucky’s thigh’s right there and Steve can feel it and it takes everything in him keep his hips down. Bucky grins, holding himself up with his metal arm, body hovering effortlessly. It’s not fair.
“I know you wanna make Daddy feel good, but ‘M just a lil worried that you won’t be able to last, doll,” He frowns mockingly as his right-hand slips between their bodies and flicks the head of Steve’s cock. He grins gleefully when Steve’s cock spurts a little. “See what I mean?” He laughs cruelly when Steve’s face glows red. “And I just wanna help you do what you want to do,” Steve’s fully expecting the ring. It’s the only thing in his head that makes any sense, so he’s a bit confused when Bucky just holds a dildo up. The confusion must be clear on his face, because Bucky’s grin turns into a sly smirk. Steve whimpers when Bucky turns the toy so the hollow base is visible. It suddenly clicks in Steve’s head. That’s going on his…yeah. This is definitely an attempt on his life. Bucky’s out to kill him. “Aren’t I the best Daddy, Stevie? Helping you like this?” Bucky laughs when Steve starts crying.
“Daddy!”
“You don’t sound very grateful, doll face,” Bucky frowns mockingly, lips pouting out slightly. “If you wanna make Daddy feel good, he deserves as long as he wants, right? You don’t wanna disappoint me, do you? Don’t wanna fill me up too soon so I can’t feel you?”
“Wanna…” Steve swallows as he shakes his head quickly. “Wanna make Daddy feel good,”
“Yeah, I thought so,” Bucky nods, huffing out a laugh. “You’ll be good and let me put this on you, yeah?” He doesn’t wait for Steve to respond, just lifts his hips up high enough that he can slip the straps of the harness around Steve’s waist. He pushes Steve hips back down when the straps are flat under his body, bringing them around the front and attaching one side to the ring at the end of the dildo. Steve doesn’t know where he found the time to reach for the lube, but when Bucky’s hand wraps around the length of his cock, it’s wet and warm and Steve’s in heaven. Or hell, judging by the sob that forces its way out of his throat.
Bucky’s hand moves up and down only twice before the toy is being lowered down over his cock. He whimpers when Bucky attaches the strap to the other side of the ring and tightens it, using his finger to make sure the material isn’t digging into Steve’s hips. Steve watches this time as Bucky reaches for the lube, putting more onto his hand and bringing his hand down to Steve’s cock.
He feels…disconnected. From his own body. He’s watching as Bucky’s hand moves up and down slowly, twisting just the way that Steve loves. He’s watching it happen, but he can’t feel it. Bucky snickers cruelly before he takes his hand away. He rolls over and settles against the pillows, shuffling back until he’s comfortable. He turns to Steve and raises his eyebrow.
“Come on then, toy,” Steve whimpers at the name, fighting to keep his eyes open. “Come and make me feel good. Do your job,” Steve’s slow as he makes his way over to Bucky, climbs up his body and holds himself up with one of his hands. He uses the other to steady the toy, line it up with Bucky’s hole. He knows Bucky can take it, has had Steve’s fingers in him for the better part of an hour, but he still goes slowly, lets Bucky feel every inch of the toy, of him, entering him. He wiggles only slightly as he bottoms out, snivelling at the sound of Bucky’s low groan as he gets used to the intrusion.
“Move,” He grunts out, tangling his hands in Steve’s hair and tightening them only slightly, enough to pull Steve’s head backwards to encourage him to move. “This is just what you wanted, right?” He groans out, grinning at the broken whimper that comes out of Steve’s mouth. “Just to be a toy for your Daddy’s pleasure, not distracted by that tiny clit between your legs?” Steve’s skin burns right down his body, his chest ablaze with the feeling Bucky is creating for him. “Maybe…maybe next time you can…you can be a pretty little flesh light for me. Nice and tight and-” He gasps sharply as Steve rocks forward sharply, right into his prostate. “-and hot, bouncing up an’ down on my cock like a lil bunny, pleasing me so well. Just like now,”
“Dad-ddy,” Steve whines, tears falling down his face and falling onto Bucky beneath him. Bucky frowns at the sound, pouting and widening his eyes.
“Oh, that’s not a happy noise,” He mocks, brushing Steve’s hair out of his face. He grips Steve’s chin, forces his face up, making his eyes meet his. “Doesn’t Daddy feel good, Stevie? You don’t sound like he feels good,”
“Daddy!” Steve sobs loudly, hips stuttering and face trying to fall into Bucky’s shoulder. The other man doesn’t let him hide, keeping his grip strong in the fringe of Steve’s hair and on his chin. Bucky is cruel, Steve realises, so terribly cruel. He knows what Bucky is doing, how he’s trying to make Steve feel and it’s working so well. Bucky keeps frowning.
“You’re making Daddy feel inadequate, baby. It’s my job to make you feel good. Is Daddy doing a bad job? Does Daddy not feel good?” It’s the most delicious mindfuck Steve has ever felt. He whines as Bucky looks at him expectantly, knowing what he wants him to say.
“Feel…” Steve gulps harshly, eyes closing and breathing going deep. His voice is quiet when he continues, breaking on each word. “Feels so good,” He opens his eyes again just in time to see Bucky’s smirk slowly grow.
“Good, baby,” He coos, letting go of Steve’s chin and instead patting him mockingly on the cheek. “I’m glad you’re feelin’ good. Makes me feel like a good Daddy, knowin’ that I’m pleasin’ you.” Steve groans, his hips stuttering again and resting flush against Bucky’s. The other man pinches the skin of Steve’s hip with a tut, causing him to yelp before continuing his movements. “Don’t ruin it, toy. You’ve been fuckin’ me so good, so well, make me feel so good, you better not stop now,”
“Won’t!” Steve gasps out, lifting himself back up and continuing his thrusts, harder and deeper than before, doing his best to please Bucky.
“Fuck,” The other man groans, fingers digging into Steve’s hips unintentionally with the pleasure. “Right there, toy, fuck,” Steve moans in tandem with Bucky, hips rolling forwards and slapping against Bucky’s skin, even if he can’t feel anything. He didn’t expect this to do it for him, not so much, but seeing the pleasure he’s giving Bucky without feeling anything? He’s feeling disconnected from his body in the best way.
The first time Bucky comes, Steve isn’t expecting it. He hasn’t noticed Bucky’s hand sneaking down in between them and starting to squeeze, to pull at himself. Bucky groans through it, not stopping his hand and not telling Steve to pause in his movements, milking the come out of himself.
“Keep going,” Bucky’s breathing is a little heavier than before, eyes still closed in pleasure. Steve imagines the way that Bucky would feel around him if he didn’t have this damn toy on, the way he would be clenching around him as he comes, the tight heat, the wet slide.
Steve’s so lost in his head he doesn’t notices that Bucky’s coming again, so soon after the last one. The noise he makes is more high pitched this time, the sensation of Steve still fucking into him quickly becoming too much when paired with the two successive orgasms.
“Wait,” He gasps, hands gripping Steve’s shoulders, stilling his movements. “Stop, toy,” His eyes are still closed, breathing heavily and voice mumbled. “Finished using you, finished playing,”
Bucky takes longer than he strictly needs to catch his breath, perfectly happy to watch at Steve squirms and whines and tries to get his attention. When he’s got his breath back, he rolls out from under Steve, manhandling him until he’s lying on his back with his hands gripping the bed frame, pressing down on them so Steve knows to keep them there. He himself lays on his side, facing his baby, letting his cheek rest on the palm of his hand. He’s slow as he undoes the straps of the harness, unclipping them and unthreading them from the base of the toy, but leaving the dildo over Steve’s cock. The other man chokes on a sob when Bucky slowly jacks the toy, eyes shining.
“Since you’re just a toy, you don’t need to come, right?” Bucky practically purrs, giddy in the afterglow of his orgasms, feasting off the whines Steve is producing. “That’s what you said to me, right? ‘Don’t need to come!’” He pitches his voice high, nasally, using it to taunt and embarrass Steve, grinning when he squeezes his eyes shut, turning his face away from Bucky to hide in his arms. Bucky just reaches out and grips his chin, hard, forcing his eyes open and to look at him. “’Just need Daddy’s come!’ That’s what you told me, yeah?”
“Don’t…don’t need to come,” Steve parrots, moans, low and broken, voice heavy with tears.
“But…” Steve perks up slightly when Bucky’s fingers leave his chin and reach down from the toy, lifting it slowly, so so slowlyoff Steve’s cock and letting it fall to the floor with a quiet thud. “That looks painful, Stevie,” Bucky coos as he nods at Steve’s cock, encouraging him to look down at it. Steve whimpers when he sees it, deep red and ever so stiff and leaking so much. “And ‘M not a cruel Daddy, am I, baby?”
“No, Nuh-uh,” Steve shakes his head as he answers quickly. “The…the best Daddy-”
“Yeah, I know,” Bucky laughs, holding a finger over Steve’s lips to get him to be quiet. “I’m not cruel, not gonna make you sleep like that, all heavy and full, so I’ll give you a choice,”
“Wha…”
“Hush,” Bucky shushes him, but not harshly, a complete contrast to the next words that come out of his mouth. “A choice. I can go and get the ice, or you can have a ruin.”
“No!” Steve wails. He sobs as Bucky smirks down at him, raising an eyebrow. “Please, Daddy, I-”
“You are just a toy.” Bucky sneers, slapping his hand down harshly on the meat of Steve’s tit, scoffing at the shrieking noise that Steve fails to hold in. “You’re my toy. And I’m bein’ gracious enough to give you a choice, Steven. I’m being nice. I don’t haveta be,” He uses the same hand that he slapped Steve with to tug at his nipple instead. “You got three seconds to make a choice, or Daddy’ll make it for you. And Daddy’s startin’ to lose his patience,” Steve sobs at the sing-song tone in Bucky’s voice, the way his eyes are shining. He tries his best to think about which of the two options are the best, which one will hurt less but his mind doesn’t seem to want to work. He’s struggling to think beyond the pinch of Bucky’s metal fingers on his nipples and the ache in his cock, that’s heavy and purpling and weeping and-
“Wanna-” His voice breaks around the word, throat impossibly dry. “Wanna empty, please,”
“Good choice,” Bucky finally relents on Steve’s tits, rearranging himself so he’s on his back and leaning against the stack of pillows. He holds his right hand over Steve’s mouth. “Lick,” He tells him, voice sounding bored, while his attention focuses on turning the tv on and flicking through the channels. When he’s decided that his hand is wet enough, he clenches it into a loose fist and holds it above Steve’s cock, just high enough that Steve will have to struggle to fuck up into without the use of his hands. “Get on with it, then,” Bucky says, voice light like he’s not interested, like he’s paying attention to the dumb reality show that he’s landed on. Steve knows it’s just an act, but God is Bucky the star of the show, the best actor Steve has ever seen, playing a role that was literally written for him. It’s an act, but it works so well, spurs Steve on to do a good job, to please his daddy.
Steve whimpers almost continuously as he thrusts his hips up, having to plant his feet into the mattress to get any sort of stimulation from Bucky’s loose hand. He’s close embarrassingly quickly, despite not having had his cock touched for more than a few seconds at the start of their scene. He tries to tell Bucky this, but the words won’t come out of his mouth.
Bucky doesn’t need the words though. He never has, has always been able to read Steve like he’s his favourite book, cover well worn and pages becoming tattered with the amount of thumbing through that has happened. He doesn’t even look at Steve as he tightens his hand, starts jacking up and down quickly. Steve’s mouth drops open but no sound comes out. He tries, tries to warn Bucky, he’s right on the edge, is teetering over, is starting to-
Bucky takes his hand away.
Steve sobs, loud and uninhibited, tears pouring out of his eyes at the sudden loss of sensation. He’s vaguely aware of one of Bucky’s paws on his chest, holding him down and stopping him thrusting up in any capacity. He can’t focus on anything, there’s nothing to ground him, to take him away from this feeling of anguish he is feeling.
He stops coming at some point, can feel his dick twitch as it finishes, leaving him feeling empty but terribly unsatisfied, an achy buzz he can’t escape from.
He can’t focus on anything, mind floating somewhere a million miles from earth. He can feel the vibrations of someone, Daddy, talking, whispering into his skin as something warm glides over Steve’s body. He can’t make out the individual words his daddy is saying, but he can feel the smiles, the soft kisses being littered across his warm skin.
When he lands again, he’s not sure how much time has passed. He’s face down on the bed, still naked, but he can feel his hair is damp, can smell the coconut of the shampoo. There are fingers dancing up and down the expanse of his back. He lets out a hoarse giggle.
“You back w’ me, Stevie?” Bucky whispers, hands stilling for a moment before they continue their journey up and down Steve’s back. Steve can’t answer with more than a hum but does turn his face and blinks owlishly up at Bucky. “There he is, my gorgeous boy,”
“Daddy…”
“The most beautiful boy. The best boy, best I could ever ask for. You were so good for me, Stevie,” Bucky smiles into Steve’s hair as he presses kisses into the softness. Steve presses into the feeling, squirming and wriggling on the bed, trying to get closer to Bucky. The other man chuckles at him, using one of his legs to hook over Steve’s, pulling him until he’s lying right on top of Bucky’s body, hairs tickling Bucky’s nose.
“Mhmm,” Steve sighs, nuzzling his cheek into Bucky’s chest.
“You’re like a damn cat, Stevie.”
Steve purrs happily.
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Rhapsody in Pink by the1918
Summary:
After being chemically castrated for the entirety of his time as Hydra’s Winter Soldier, Bucky is attempting to recover his life—with the help of his oldest and best friend—when seventy years of a denied libido suddenly comes raging back in a series of graphic hallucinations. Steve is there to help.
(Or: Bucky Barnes’s dick wakes up after a seven-decade nap. It is very interested in Steve Rogers.)
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Post-CA:TWS / AOU canon divergence, set at the Avengers up-state facility.
Relationship: James "Bucky" Barnes/ Steve Rogers
Additional Tags: Angst, Smut, Canon Divergence - Post-Avengers: Age of Ultron (Movie), Avengers Compound, Hallucinations, Mental Instability, Mindfuck, Sexual Fantasy, Masturbation, Explicit Sexual Content, Light Dom/sub, Horny Bucky Barnes, Blushing, Sub Steve Rogers, Nipple Play, Ass Play, Anal Fingering, Dirty Talk, Blow Jobs, Barebacking, Anal Sex, Possessive Sex, Rough Sex, Breeding Kink (Blink and You’ll Miss it), Mildly Dubious Consent (See Chapter 6 Notes), Magical Healing Ass, Fanart, Resolved Sexual Tension, Angst with a Happy Ending, Sex Obsession, Bucky Barnes Has Issues, because Hydra fucked with his head okay, Bucky Barnes Recovering, Emotional Sex, First Times, Top Bucky Barnes, Bottom Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes Remembers, Some Cherries Were Injured in the Making of this Fic, (And Popped), Possessive Bucky, Made-Up Neurological Diagnoses
Words: 28 309 words
Chapters: 6/6
Rating: Explicit
Category: M/M
Characters: James Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers
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starlight-rogers · 5 days ago
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As we all know, our Boston cream meatball is turning 40 in a few days (tomorrow for me bc I'm in Australia) so to celebrate I'm hosting my very first sleepover on this blog!
You can start sending in your requests now! I will be accepting requests up until 11PM AEST on June 13th. You can send in anything you like for Chris or his characters, any nasty asks you want written, fic ideas, drabbles, or just whatever filth enters your mind haha.
I'll also be releasing a new fic, titled 'Birthday Present' at 12PM AEST on June 13th, which is arguably one of the filthiest things I've written, so buckle up for that one.
Hope to see you all at the sleepover celebration!
Ps. Obvs this - like everything else on this blog - will be an 18+ sleepover. Minors can kindly fuck off, we don't want you here.
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savemesomenachos · 5 days ago
I'm not trying to be annoying or anythinh but the Stucky x Reader fic where they're sick is confusing to me since in canon the Super Soldier Serum makes them immune to ever single disease and virus in existence I'm pretty sure. Just letting you know in case you didn't or forgot to mention that its different from canon :/
Not annoying at all nonnie. I totally get what you’re saying but I think it’s really fun to imagine how they would be if they did get sick (which unfortunately, they can’t). I did forget to mention that its non-canon but now that you’ve bought this up, I will.
Sick! Stucky is def NON-CANON coz it’s impossible for them to get sick and it's just fun to imagine🤷🏽‍♀️🌸
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nano--raptor · 6 days ago
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a love remembered
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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers
Words: 2018
Warnings: 18+ ONLY. Smut, sex, oral sex (m rec), anal sex, anal fingering, brief rim job, sex with feelings, emotional sex, memories and reminiscing, implied pre-war Stucky, kissing, boys in love, feelings and slight angst, Bucky is self conscious, Recovery!Bucky, post-Civl War, pre-Infinity War
Square Filled: Hut in Wakanda
Summary: Bucky and Steve are reunited in Wakanda, and for the first time in forever finally have time to themselves. They’ve really missed each other.
A/N: This was written both for @happygowriting 1k challenge as well as @star-spangled-bingo 2021. 
@happygowriting, CONGRATS on 1k lovely! Your blog is a joy to follow and I love your content, it’s honestly so unique and well done. I wish you lots of creativity and many more followers❤
For this challenge I chose Smut prompt #17: Saying “I love you” for the first time sex with Stucky. I was a little stumped at first, but I love how this came out. I hope you enjoy! 
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“Did it work?” Steve’s voice was quiet, genuinely curious. Bucky shrugged.
“For the most part, I think. We haven’t tried in a while.” His voice trailed off and he looked down at his hand, clasped between Steve’s large ones. Steve had arrived in Wakanda a few days ago, and Bucky had hardly let him out of his sight since. Despite the relative calm he’d experienced here, Steve held a piece of his heart, and he’d missed him. It had been hard without him.
Steve hadn’t seen him much since they’d been on the run, and after everything with Tony and the accords, Bucky thought it best to go back to sleep. The time he and Steve shared together now had really been the first where they’d just had time to talk, to catch up. To try and figure everything out. Bucky hardly knew who he was, but having Steve here with him was helping him to remember. It felt like a lifetime since they’d had time to just relax and be together, without any threats of fights or dangers or anything supernatural.
“I’ve really missed you,” Bucky said quietly, finally breaking the silence. His thoughts drifted back to before the war, to when he and Steve would hang out by the lake or go for a walk in the park. To the nights where he’d wrap Steve in his arms to keep him warm, trying to stave off the chill and the resulting cold that Steve would inevitably catch.
Then Steve joined the war, and while it took a bit to get used to his new size, inside he was the same old stubborn Steve that Bucky grew up with. And even though he now had the ability to stand up for the little guy on his own, he still had the same good heart that Bucky had ended up falling in love with.
“I missed you too, Buck,” Steve’s voice interrupted his thoughts, and Bucky looked up at him with more emotion in his eyes than he’d intended. 
“Will you stay here with me?” He wasn’t sure why he felt shy asking. Everything over the past few years just left him tired. Being on the run, in hiding, everything with Zemo and Tony and then working with Shuri to try to fix it all. Right now Bucky just wanted to lie down and let the world sort itself out for a while. Steve just leaned in, cupping Bucky’s face and touching their foreheads together.
“Of course. I don’t wanna leave you again.” Bucky sighed, almost with relief from Steve’s warmth right next to him, in person, and he tilted his head, gently brushing his lips against Steve’s. In that moment, he felt like he was 17 again, sitting on the pier with Steve’s hand in his, or sneaking away to steal a moment together while on a mission with the Howlies. He was just about to pull back, suddenly unsure if he should have even done this, when Steve’s hand was cupping his jaw, sliding to hold the back of his neck to deepen the kiss. Bucky almost moaned when Steve started kissing him back, it was exactly how he remembered. It was like coming home.
“Missed you so much Steve,” Bucky murmured between kisses, his hand clutching Steve’s shirt, not wanting to let him out of his sight ever again. Steve hummed, taking Bucky’s hand in his and pressing kisses to his knuckles before leaning in again to kiss him gently, softly, with love of his own.
Bucky felt a lump in his throat. It had been so long. Too long.
When the kiss broke, Bucky leaned his forehead back against Steve’s, breathing him in as he whispered his thoughts.
“I remember. I remember the pier and the lake and that cold apartment. I remember you Steve. I… I love you.” When Steve looked up, he looked like he was going to cry, his eyes sparkling as he cupped Bucky’s cheek again, running a thumb over his beard, then brushing a strand of long hair from his face.
“I’ve missed you too Buck, so much… God, it’s been so long. I love you too. I always have.” Then their mouths were crashing together, hands desperately clutching and trying to shove clothes out of the way, needing to be as close as physically possible. Bucky pulled at Steve’s shirt and Steve’s hand clutched Bucky’s robe before pulling back to strip his shirt off. His hand returned, resting over Bucky’s chest before sliding up to the tie at his shoulder, working it loose. He pushed the wrap free, smoothing his hand gently over Bucky’s bare, metal shoulder, leaning in to peck his lips after Bucky winced at the sight. He’d hated his metal arm, but having it ripped off had been even worse. Now he felt incomplete, and broken.
Bucky ducked his head again as Steve’s fingers untied the next knot, the fabric of his robe falling away and revealing his scarred body. Then strong fingers under his chin forced his eyes upwards and Steve kissed him hard before pulling away and gazing at him with dark eyes.
“You’re beautiful. I’ll kiss every scar if you need me too.” Bucky blinked, his face heating up from Steve’s words. He opened his mouth, but words failed him, so instead he just brushed his hand against Steve’s chest, blinking back tears as his fingers trailed over firm skin and toned muscle. When they reached his waist, he ran them along Steve’s waistband, before a smirk formed on his face and he reached down to palm him through his pants. Steve moaned quietly, his eyes fluttering closed for just a moment before opening again, flashing dangerously and he surged forward, kissing Bucky and pushing him onto his back on the bed.
“Need you Buck,” he gasped between kisses, nipping and licking Bucky’s mouth as their hands scrambled even more against their clothes.
“Yeah,” Bucky breathed, reaching to undo the tie around his waist, trying to free himself from the robe, before cupping the back of Steve’s neck to pull him closer. Steve’s hands disappeared under the fabric, trying to push the remainder of it out of the way, humming as he succeeded, revealing Bucky’s shorts underneath. His fingers slipped beneath the waistband, leaning back and catching Bucky’s gaze as he slid them down. Bucky lifted his hips, his erection slapping against his stomach as his shorts came off, then he sat up, his hand now reaching for Steve’s pants.
Together they slid his pants down too, Steve kicking them off and crawling back overtop of Bucky, pressing himself against Bucky’s warm skin with a satisfied moan. Gentle touches and kisses took over for a moment, hands smoothing over skin not explored in decades. Bucky felt another lump forming in his throat, he didn’t want his emotions getting the best of him but with Steve here with him, he almost couldn’t believe it was real.
Steve’s lips grazed down to Bucky’s throat, gently nipping again as he made his way down, kissing along his collarbones, over his chest, down over his stomach, along the dip of his hip, skipping the place where Bucky ached, and pressing soft kisses against his thighs. When Bucky looked up, lips parted and swollen, Steve looked the same, eyes dark, lips pink, breathing heavy. Bucky sucked his bottom lip between his teeth, hissing as Steve worked back up, his tongue licking a stripe up over Bucky’s cock. Bucky moaned, his head dropping back to the bed as Steve continued, licking over his length, teasing the tip, then taking him gently into his mouth. The way he licked and sucked him was sinful, and soon Bucky was whining, his hips bucking into Steve’s mouth on their own. When Steve slowed his pace and hummed, Bucky’s hand flew to Steve’s hair, carding through the longer strands before meeting his gaze.
“Steve,” he moaned, voice rough around the edges now. “Please… I want you.” Steve gently pulled off of him, one of his hands coming around underneath Bucky’s thigh, gently urging his legs apart, bending his knee. 
“What do you want, Buck?” Steve asked, his voice sounded equally ragged. “Hm?” Then a small smile pulled at his lips as he moved Bucky’s other leg, already knowing exactly what he wanted. Just as Bucky was about to answer, Steve swiped his tongue over Bucky’s hole, pressing a kiss to his cheek as Bucky cried out. It felt good, just Steve’s warm, wet tongue. And he needed more.
“Yes Steve, please!” His hips bucked as Steve’s tongue circled him, laving around his hole to help him relax, eventually being able to slide the tip of his tongue inside. Then he pulled away, wetting his finger and sliding it in. Bucky moaned again, eyes closed and head back as Steve slowly worked him open, his chest flushing pink, skin prickling at the thought of having Steve inside him. He wanted to give too, but right now he was happy to let Steve take over. 
Steve’s fingers eventually slipped free and he pushed himself up onto his knees, slicking himself up before his hands gripped Bucky’s legs as he lined himself up. Their eyes met and Bucky grabbed Steve’s arm, tugging, trying to pull him closer. When the tip of his cock pushed in, Bucky let out a low groan, rumbling through his chest as Steve slowly slid inside.
“Ohh, fuck,” Steve cursed, pushing forward until his hips pressed flush against Bucky’s, pausing to let him adjust. Bucky was panting, squirming, not used to the feeling but needing more at the same time. Steve leaned in to capture his lips again, slowly pulling out and pushing back in. Bucky’s arm wrapped around his neck and held him as Steve picked up a steady pace, whispered words of longing and desire passing between them. Steve’s lips found Bucky’s again, his pace increasing, giving a particularly hard thrust when Bucky bit his lip, earning a growl in return. When Steve’s eyes flashed and he smirked dangerously, Bucky grinned; there was the Steve he remembered. Feisty, determined, passionate. Bucky felt lust and love at the same time, dragging Steve back down to his mouth again. 
“Love you Steve,” he murmured, his hips bucking up to meet Steve’s thrusts. 
“Love you Buck,” came the reply, another crushing kiss as his pace quickened, his hand now wrapping around Bucky’s cock. Bucky gasped, already on the edge of coming, pleading and cursing now as he chased the end. Steve gripped Bucky’s hip with his other hand, driving into him with intention and Bucky felt that bliss cresting and starting to wash over him.
“Steve, Steve, ohh, oh fuck.” A strangled groan ripped through him as the wave crashed over him, his hot release spilling into Steve’s hand and over his abs. Steve cursed and thrust deeper a few more times before stilling and pulsing, the warmth spreading through Bucky’s body as he came deep inside. He rocked his hips against Bucky’s for a moment longer before slowly sliding out, collapsing next to him on the small bed.
“Fuck me,” Steve cursed, panting. “Bucky, that was incredible.”
“I will,” Bucky piped up, laughing when Steve gave him a look. 
“I’m so glad you’re back,” Steve said softly, after their laughter died down. “I… I really missed you.” He stroked Bucky’s cheek, pulling him close again for a softer kiss, one that held love and promise.
“Me too Stevie,” Bucky whispered. “So much has changed, but at the same time it feels the same. This… this is good.” He took Steve’s hand in his and lifted it to his lips, pressing a kiss against it before sitting up and moving onto his knees. He grabbed Steve’s leg to steady himself, smirking as he urged Steve onto his back, parting his legs. “Now, it’s my turn, you punk.”
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savemesomenachos · 6 days ago
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Update🌸✨
Hey!!! So some college stuff came up and I’ve been busy with that for a while. My exams have officially been cancelled and I’m just waiting on the evaluation scheme. Until then I’m gonna be totally free.
I know I’ve been really slow at working through my requests but I’m trying my best. To those that did send me requests, I’ve seen them and I love them and I’ll be writing them in the coming weeks.
Thanks for all the love guys!! In the meantime, read my latest fic - Show Me How
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