#stucky x oc

[lanadelreyscokewhor3]

A SWEET TREAT- STUCKY

Pairing: Roomates! Stucky x Fem! Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Summary: while eating the best ice cream you’ve ever tasted, you teasingly confess to your roomates you’d let ben and jerry do anything they wanted to you. the next time you open the freezer, their names have been crossed out, and replaced with bucky and steves. be prepared for a treat much sweeter than ice cream...

Warnings: SMUT, threesum, blowjob, praise kink, degradation kink, petnames, masturbation mentioned, finger sucking & gagging, sub space, size kink/ belly bulge, small daddy kink, swearing, teasing, bucky speaking russian bc oh my god that needs its own warning

Notes: in honour of summer being near, i made this while eating some BOMB ass ice cream! if ur lactose intolerant, you arent in this fic, hop on the dairy train bb;)

As Steve dug in his pocket, pulling out the apartment key that jangled with the little heart-shaped keychain you had made him, he was not expecting to hear a loud moan come from the other side of the door. 

It made him stop in his tracks, key halfway in the lock as he froze, eyes widening. 

It was your moan. 

He could recognise that sweet, high-pitched whine anywhere. 

Whenever you thought he and Bucky were asleep, he could hear you moan into your pillow through the paper-thin walls, hand between your legs at an odd hour of the night. He never told you could hear you, knowing you’d be too embarrassed to do anything in the apartment again. 

And that wouldn't work for Steve.

 He craved those sweet noises like a drug, often slipping his hand down to stroke his cock in rhythm with your moans. 

But it wasn't very late, and it wasn't far enough to be in the comfort of your bedroom. Was Bucky fucking you? He and Bucky had discussed it many times, often fantasying over you together, talking about every little way they’d fuck your gorgeous body, but was he seriously doing without him? 

The thought of Bucky touching your pretty little body without him present had him slamming open the door at an alarming speed, handle banging into the wall hard enough to scratch the paint. 

You jumped from the sound, stumbling back into the fridge with your ice cream in hand. Steve looked at you with a wild look in his eye, appearing to be searching for Bucky. 

“Could you slam the door open any harder Stevie? The wall told me earlier today it wanted a massive hole in it.” you grumbled, attempting to catch your breath from the scare. Clutching the carton of ice cream tightly, you padded over to the couch just as Bucky stepped out from his room, hair still wet and dripping from his shower. 

You gulped at the sight of his bare chest, abs gleaming in pretty shades of pink as the sunset spiled in through the windows. Sweatpants were slung low on his hips, a look of confusion on his face as he noted Steve shaking his head, shutting the door behind him as he slung off his shoes. 

“You okay punk?” he asked softly, making his way to you on the couch, sliding your bare legs across his lap, watching with delight as the oversized shirt you wore of Steve’s slid up to reveal your thighs. 

“Mhmm. Thought I heard something, that's all.” 

You stopped mid-bite, realization hitting you like a freight train. Turning to face him, you quickly grabbed a pillow, throwing it with all your might at the blonde. 

“Steven Grant Rogers! You came bursting through that door because you heard me moan?! You pervert!” you shrieked, making Bucky howl with laughter. “Hey you said it!” he grinned, grabbing the pillow and throwing it on the chair. 

“You boys are gross. Let me enjoy my ice cream in peace.” you sighed, adjusting yourself so that Steve could sit with you and Bucky on the couch, resting your head on his knee. “Go ahead bunny. Stevie won't bother you anymore.” he grinned, eyes filled with delight as he raised his eyebrow at the blonde, patting your calf gently.

 “Better not.” you grumbled, scooping out a chunk of cookie dough from the ice cream. “I’m not that gross. Just sometimes.” Steve smiled, his hand coming down to stroke your hair, watching your face confront in pleasure as you chewed the cookie dough.

 “All guys are gross, you all got cooties.” you grumbled, mouth full, as you rolled your eyes. A little smack on your thigh made you yelp, Bucky's hand rubbing over the bare flesh where he hit you lightly. 

“You take that back bunny!” he laughed, watching you attempting to kick his arm, with no success. “Never. Never ever.” you smiled, spooning more ice cream into your mouth. 

The chocolate flavors melted on your tongue, the traces of brownie and cookie dough still lingering as you swallowed. “This is genuinely the best thing I’ve ever had in my entire life. Oh my god, I would let the people who made this do whatever they wanted to me.” you moaned, purring in delight as Steve’s fingers began to comb through your silky strands, scratching your scalp gently. 

“Anything?” Bucky asked, eyebrow raised as he looked over at Steve. 

“Anything.” you replied, too lost in the ice cream and the feelings of Bucky's hand stroking your soft skin to notice the look of amusement on each of their faces, wicked grins and winks being exchanged back and forth. 

“I’m gonna hold that against you dolly.” Steve sang, making you laugh. 

Oh, you were in for a treat. One much sweeter than that ice cream indeed.

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“Didn’t I say I’d hold those words against you honey?” Steve asked softly, gripping your chin so you were forced to look into his baby blue eyes, the mock pity etched on his face as Bucky pounded into you from behind. 

You were much too gone to speak, the snarky, quick-witted reply you had so desperately wanted to say back stuck in your throat. Only a low whimper had left your lips that were now shaped in an O-shape, eyes widened to saucers as Bucky gripped your hips even tighter. 

Although you were at a loss for words now, you were beyond thankful you weren't on that couch, spilling your guts about every little position you’d let the ice cream company hit, teasingly. 

The next time you had opened that same freezer, spoon in hand as you reached for your little carton, you froze.

 No longer was it Ben and Jerry’s, but Bucky and Steve's name written in black sharpie. 

“Oh my god, I would let the people who made this do whatever they wanted to me.” “Anything?” “Anything.” 

You had shut the freezer with a soft slam, surprise written all over your face as Bucky and Steve strolled into the kitchen, grins evident on their faces as your arms limply fell to your sides. 

That was how you had ended up here, in this position, one of many you had spilled to the boys. Bucky pounding into you from behind, Steve's hands teasing you until you cried. 

“There's no point in talkin to her punk she's a goner.” Bucky chuckled, his thrusts making you cry out, your eyes beginning to glaze over from the stimulation he was giving you. 

He growled as you clenched around him, your toes curling from the way his cock prodded your g-spot, the way you could feel him bulging through your belly. 

“Oh don’t be so rough with our doll Buck. She’s just a lil thing compared to us.” Steve warned, the bulging veins from the back of his hand stroking your cheek lightly as you inched forward with every one of Bucky's ministrations. 

“S’tight I can’t help it.” he growled roughly, arm slipping under your stomach as your now shaking legs were unable to keep you up on all fours. “I gotcha bunny you just keep your eyes on Steve okay? Don’t want you passing out on us just yet.” he winked, laughing at your little ahs you let out with each movement. 

“Stevie…” you trailed off in a daze, head becoming light and cloudy as you stared at the smiling man in front of you. “Yes honey I’m right here. Open up okay sweet girl?” 

You nodded slowly, mouth opening wider as he slipped his two fingers inside, your tongue swirling around his digits with a strangled moan. “Ohhh she likes that. Keep doin that punk.” Bucky moaned, feeling you clench tighter around him the further back Steve's fingers went. 

Suddenly, his large fingers hit the back of your throat, making you cry out as you choked around him. “Shhh, I’m preparing you sweetheart. Something someone should have done before they started rutting into you like a bitch in heat.” Steve narrowed his eyes up on Bucky, in to which Bucky just shrugged as if to say oh well. 

You whined as he slid his fingers out, wrapping his tongue around them and sucking your saliva clean off them with a boyish grin.

 “Okay doll you ready?” he asked gently, beginning to gather your hair in a makeshift ponytail. The same hair he was stroking and playing with, so innocently as you ate your ice cream. 

Oh how the table have turned indeed. 

“Course she's ready, little bunny wants to be filled from both ends.” Bucky smirked, thrusting into hard and rough as you nodded in agreement, staring up at Steve as he now towered over you. “Is that right baby?” 

“Yes daddy.” you whispered hoarsely, sticking your tongue out in obedience. 

“Oh fuck…” Steve moaned, bringing his hard, aching cock to your lips. You lapped at the precum that coated the tip, moaning as he yanked your hair so you were forced to meet his eyes. 

“Eyes on me. Got it?” 

You nodded, purely dumbfounded. A sharp thrust from behind had you keening, and you wrapped your lips around Steve's cock, hollowing your cheeks as you took him down your throat. 

Fresh tears stained your flushed cheeks as Bucky slapped your ass harshly, Steve’s control of your head making you take him deeper and deeper. You moaned, the vibrations around his cock making him growl as he began to fuck your throat in perfect harmony with Bucky. 

The sight of Steve's head thrown back in pleasure, his adams apple bobbing as you pleasured him made your core tingle, flames licking down your spine as you felt release in an arms reach. 

“такой милый кролик…” Bucky moaned, his own orgasm approaching as you gripped him tightly. “Buck she's gonna cum.” Steve whispered, frantic eyes meeting your own, your tears and hiccups turning them on even more. 

“I know… can feel her squeezin the life outta me.” he replied with a grunt. “Let go, sweetheart, we’re right here with you.” Steve cooed softly. 

Those were the words you needed to hear. 

The coil in your belly snapped, your vision turning white as you came all over Bucky's cock. The sensations were overwhelming, each muscle, bone and blood cell consumed with pure pleasure as the men continued to use you, riding you through your orgasm. 

“Oh godddd-” Bucky moaned, hips stilling as he spilled inside you, his cream coating your spongy walls as you shook from under him. Steve followed suit, his cum trickling down your throat, the taste bitter yet sweet as you swallowed every last drop he gave you, his sweet praises encouraging you to lick him clean.

 “Such a good girl sweetheart, we’re so proud of you.” he smiled, slowly pulling his cock out of your mouth, watching you sputter for breath. 

“You are?” you croaked, sniffling as your arms could no longer support you either. “Yes bunny we’re so proud of you. But we’re not done just yet.” Bucky smiled, his hands slowly guiding you upwards on your knees, his cock still firmly inside your weeping hole. 

The look he gave Steve had you whimpering, the light in his eye meaning there could only be trouble brewing in that filthy mind of his. 

“Switch Stevie?”

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[rissararity]

Ideal Triad's First Beta Rut - (Stucky + OC)

By RissaRarity

(NSFW, abo/omegaverse, unprotected p/v sex, cream pie, cum eating, dom Bucky/ sub Steve /dom(ish) Prism, slight cuckolding, voyeurism)

This is an excerpt from the story I'm writing to accompany Keep My Secret. This happens long after KMS, and it's the first time Bucky went into rut since the boys claimed Priz)

“Steve?” Prism called from the kitchen, voice just a tiny bit shaky.

The blonde entered and raised an eyebrow in amusement at the sight: she was standing at the counter with a mug of tea, a very horny beta coiled his arms around her, rubbing up and down her waist, squeezing her breasts and lightly humping her butt.

“I have a question…about Bucky…”

He crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, smirking.

“Does he go into rut? Because this….feels…” her head fell to the side as he reached under her shirt and pressed kisses to the side of her neck, nipping his mark. “feels…like pre-rut.” She finished, unable to stop herself from arching her back to push back against him and to encourage him to paw at her chest.

“Why…yes he does. How did you know?”

She gave a small laugh, “Call it a hunch. He even smells like an alpha right now.”

Steve nodded, “Naturally, he’s more interested in his omega mate than another alpha…even if I’m his mate too. He’s gonna crack any minute, Dollface. If you want me to stop him and take over tell me now.”

She gave a small whine as Bucky sucked at his mark on her neck, flesh hand sliding down her waist, to her thigh and slowly sliding up her skirt.

“I’m not complaining.” She turned her head to press submissive kisses to his jaw, one hand coming up to softly cradle his other cheek. Bucky let the omega show him affection for a few seconds before pushing her against the counter, breathing heavily while his metal hand slithered around her throat while making her bend over the counter with his pushy dry humping.

“…fuck…” she gulped, eyes fluttering as her clit began to throb, crying for attention.

“Atta girl!” the alpha praised with a wink, standing to leave. “Call me if you need me to tag in so you can rest.”

As soon his he turned away, Bucky growled angrily, making the omega whimper and tilt her head for him even though the growl wasn’t for her.

Steve turned back, meeting his beta’s eyes curiously for a long moment before glancing down at Prism’s moonlight gaze, now with a glaze of lust.

“He wants me to stay. To watch.”

“Why?” she asked, gasping as Bucky grabbed her wrists and pressed her hands flat on the counter top, “Stay.” He grunted the command.

The omega rubbed her legs together as she felt like her wrists were bolted down. He kicked her feet apart, pushed her skirt up her waist and quickly tore her panties off, massaging her ass and thighs while glancing over at Steve every few seconds to make sure he was watching.

Boy was he watching.

“He knows I’m his mate but also sees me as a rival. He wants to fuck my Omega in front of me. The fact that you’re also his is a bonus.” He gave an amused smirk as he read Bucky’s hazy mind.

“He’s trying t-to…” she moaned, throwing her head back as he rubbed her clit with two cool fingers while his flesh hand gripped her waist, making sure to keep her skirt pulled up to show her bare ass. “Emasculate you?”

“Uh huh.” He ran his hand over his dick that was hard as a rock in his well fitting jeans, blue eyes wide as he took in the beautiful scene.

She looked up at Bucky with obedient, soft eyes and puckered her lips desperately as she craved reassurance. He eagerly molded his chest against her back and pressed an upside down kiss to her lips, one hand around her throat while the other pushed his gym shorts down.

He purred against her lips until she gave a chirp of approval before sheathing himself deeply into her, a groan rumbling in his chest. She moaned his name, back arching as her body stretched around him.

It didn’t take long for him to begin fucking her like an animal in heat, only grunts and growls leaving his lips. Every few thrusts,  he’d glance back up and watch Steve touch himself while he watched the show.

Cheeks ablaze, Bonnie turned her head away from their alpha, only for Bucky to grab her hair and tug it to make her turn back and lock eyes with the blond who nearly came right then.

She gasped as his orgasm triggered hers just like a real alphas would, making her ball her fists on the counter top as her body took his load as deeply as possible. Steve’s sharp eyes even caught his mates balls throbbing at each long burst, each one accented by a groan.

The omega slumped on the counter as her beta pressed passionate kisses to her shoulders and rubbed her back with his flesh hand while shallowly thrusting a few more times, breathing deeply.

“He doesn’t last as long…but as an Omega, neither will you, and he’s ready to go again pretty much immediately.” Steve informed breathlessly, voice tight  just before he cursed and came all over his hand.

Her silver eyes watched each burst of cum as it erupted from her alpha, still limp on the counter as Bucky slid her skirt all the way off then easily flipped her to perch on the counters edge.

He placed his vibranium hand on her bare thigh and squeezed it, locking eyes with her. “Stay.”

“Yes, alpha.” She agreed, cheeks pink as his eyes filled with a smoldering intensity that made her legs feel like jelly.

Steve’s heart fluttered as he admired absolutely smitten look she gave Bucky.

“Good girl, ‘mega.” He pressed a kiss to her nose then walked over to where Steve stood by the kitchen table, dick already hard again and a few wadded napkins littering the table.

The men stared each other down for a few tense seconds before, to Bonnie’s surprise, Steve looked away first.

If there’s one thing Buck and I are good about in our relationship,  it’s compromise. While he’s in rut, he gets to play the alpha. She jumped a little as Steve’s voice rang in her head.

She nodded, watching with interest to see what he would do. Part of her wanted him to grab Steve by his perfect golden hair, pull him to his knees and tell him to open his pretty mouth so he could taste them.

As soon as the thought occurred to her, both men turned to look at her for a moment, eyes darkened by lust and pupils wide.  Realizing she’d accidently broadcasted the thought, she immediately covered her hot cheeks with her hands, eyes stinging with embarrassed tears.

No need to be embarrassed, Sweetheart. We love that you’re so attracted to us and there'll be plenty of shows for you too, but right now it’s Buck’s turn to play.

She peaked through her fingers to see both of her mates smirking, the beta winked but shook his head.

He did grab Steve’s hair, but he used it to tow their mate to stand in front of her. “Present, Omega.”  Bucky spoke at last.

Prism opened her knees to bare her dripping hole to both of her mates, a fresh layer of slick forming in response to the hungry looks they gave her.

The omegas body sang in response to both of her mates pheromones, nearly drunk on them alone.

Bucky used his vibranium arm to force Steve to his knees, lifting her legs to rest over his broad shoulders. “Clean her up for me.” His command had no actual effect on Steve, but the rough, lusty tone he used certainly did.

“My pleasure, alpha.” The blonde submitted, burying his face eagerly into her heat and slurping up the mess that had begun to seep from her folds.

The combined taste of both his mates was the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted, even if he didn’t love not being the one in charge.  The scent of her aroused omega pheromones in his face, the taste of her previous release and Bucky’s was a symphony to his senses.

Priz left her hands on the counter top at her sides, moaning and whimpering as her alpha swiped his tongue in all her crevices, pushing his nose against her throbbing clit to fuck her with his tongue and get as much cum into his mouth as possible.

Her back arched, eyes closed as she lifted herself a little for him. To her surprise, Bucky grabbed her hand and placed it in Steve's soft hair, letting her do the same with the other one.

“Ride his face, ‘mega. Use him to cum. He is yours to use as you please.”

She gasped, glancing up at Bucky to see his own sky blue orbs watching the blonde lewdly slurping at her offering. A purr of approval rumbled in Steve’s chest to encourage her and soon she was clutching his soft blonde locks and humping against his mouth with needy whimpers.

It didn’t take long for the coil in her stomach to snap, coating Steve’s face in her slick that spouted like she hadn’t known possible. When her legs unclamped from around his head, her eyes fell down to his messy hair and glossy eyes.

Steve looked at her like there was nothing more he wanted in the world than to stand up and rail her himself, but he knew that wasn’t his role today.

“Fuck you’re such a good boy for me…” the words fell from her angelic lips as one of her hands caressed his damp cheek, making heat rush to his face as he leaned into her touch.

Bucky smiled at her natural instinct to praise the one who serviced her; the one who was doomed to have her dangled in his face and wouldn’t be allowed to claim her until his Beta told him he could.

“Such a good boy for us.” He agreed, caressing the back of his mates disheveled halo of sunshine.

Something about seeing Steve this way felt almost filthy to Priz. He always looked so coiffed and angelic…but right now with her glistening on his ruddy cheeks, hair in disarray and eyes full of sin…he looked so…perfect.

She let herself open to him, sharing her approval and adoration through their bond. His gaze softened and he turned and pressed a kiss into the hand that touched his face.

Bucky purred at the display, both of his twin souls brimming with joy at his choice of mates. The next few days would be some of the best he and Prism could remember.

And the longest of Steve's.

The end! I hope you liked it!

In the fic, this will likley be one of at least two scenes; possibly more. The most I've done per chapter is 3 and that was That Time in Space from Keep My Secret (KMS) and it was heat smut 😅

This is the Fic masterlist. Idk why it keeps glitching and saying it's my AO3. Lmk if it's fixable! Please, I am but an infant😅 (new to the Tumblr world)

And here is the fic that will, at some point, include this passage or a version of it. I'm just too excited to wait and feel somewhat far from where it would fit in. I really just wanted to write it lol

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[twistedpixie77]

Don’t Stop Believin’ - Chapter 1

AKA — A Stucky x OC Soulmate AU

In a world where roughly half the population receive a single soul mark on their sixteenth birthday, T.J. Archer is the exception—she has two. With nothing but the limited context of the words supernaturally etched on the inside of each wrist, she can't find it in herself to believe in happy endings.

When Steve comes out of the ice, he's still heartbroken over Bucky's fall. When he discovers the new soulmark etched on his skin, the only emotion he can name is rage. He doesn't want a new soulmate—he wants Bucky. Yet, despite his best efforts to pretend she doesn't exist, T.J.'s easygoing manner intrigues him and they form a shaky friendship.

After the Winter Soldier pulls Steve from the Potomac, he meets a woman who shows him kindness despite him nearly killing the man she loves. Bucky knows nothing except that these two idiots mean everything to him—even if he doesn't completely understand why yet.

Author’s note: This is an epically slow burn longfic filled with angst and flawed characters, but it’s guaranteed to have a happy (eventual) ending. Steve is a stubborn ass for several chapters — emphasis on *ass*, but he eventually figures it out and starts to make amends. Also, updates are slow because I’m in grad school for my MBA and I work full time, but I do try to write as often as I can. I also adore comments from readers and answer all of them so please let me know if you enjoy it! 💙

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[1970sgothfreak]

Currently having no ideas of how to start each one ( plus had a shit March and was mentally drained) pls help 👍🏻🩵

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[mpreg-is-always-possible]

How to Choose

Story Summary

Valerie Jones had never had to put much thought into what her life would turn out to be - she was to go to school, find someone to settle down with, and get a job, that's the plan. But when her first day at her new job ends in an unexpected trip to a different dimention, how can she reconcile what she had planned and what life has dished out?

Masterlist

Author’s Note

Soooooo this is coming a little later than I was planning but it’s here now! Thank you so much for reading and I hope you enjoy the update!

Chapter 12

Steve stood at the top of the stairs starring down at his long lost soulmate for what felt like ages. The grip on his gun was so tight it almost hurt as he lowered it away from Bucky. His breath caught in his throat as he looked into Bucky’s steely blue eyes that used to look at him with nothing but warmth and love. Now they eyed Steve beedily as Bucky was debating what to do now that he had been caught. The two men just stared at each other, waiting for the other to break the silence.

“Steve,” a soft voice called out from the common room. Bucky’s eye’s darted up towards the door and took a step forward. Steve raised his gun again, stopping Bucky in his tracks.

“What are you doing here?” Steve asked.

“There was a girl by the river when I pulled you out. She said to come here to talk to her,” Bucky said. Steve lowered his gun again, his brow furrowed.  

“She told you to come here?”

Bucky’s shoulders tensed and his brow furrowed.

“Why do you care?” Bucky said in a gravely voice that sounded like it hadn’t been used in awhile.

“She’s also my soulmate and I have to keep her safe, even from you,” Steve answered. Valerie called out again, her voice sounding closer. Both of the super soldiers could her her footsteps nearing the stairwell door. “What did you need to talk to her about?”

Bucky looked down at the ground for a moment. His shoulder moved up and down like he was trying to compose himself and Steve gripped his gun a little tighter. Bucky looked back up at Steve, a steelyness in his eye that hadn’t even been there in the D.C.

“Bucky…”

“You didn’t hold a gun to me in D.C.” Bucky said.

“You weren’t asking for my soulmate in D.C.,” Steve replied. “I don’t want to hold a gun to you but until I know why you came to see her, I don’t have another choice. Maybe I’ll put my gun down if you tell me what you want with her.”

“I don’t know,” Bucky grumbled, eyes darting down.

“I need better than I don’t know,” Steve said. Bucky huffed, his lips pressed tightly together.

“I just came to talk to the girl from the river.”

“You said that already,” Steve said through gritted teeth. Steve’s patience was waring thin. All he wanted to do was run to Bucky. To throw his arms around his soulmate and help him out of this situation and introduce him properly to Valerie. He didn’t dare to think about the life they could have. One of easy contentedness living far away from any outside forces looking to exploit them. Now wasn’t the time for daydreaming of lives that could be. No, now was the time for caution because some swedish asshole decided Bucky needed to be brainwashed for 70 years. Used and abused for Hydra. Before Bucky could answer, the door opened and Valerie peaked her head in.

“Steve? What are you…” the question died on her lips once she noticed the gun in Steve’s hand and the tightnessof his shoulders and jaw. Suddenly, rushed steps came from the stairs, and in a flash Bucky and Steve were struggling against each other. Bucky’s arms were around Steve’s waist, trying to get past him. Steve had Bucky in a headlock, his feet planted to the ground. Steve hit bucky with the butt of his gun, but Buckky caught his wrist. Steve grabbed Bucky’s arm and twisted it, using his hight to his advantage and pushing Bucking to the ground. Steve knelt on Bucky’s back. It all happened so quickly, Valerie didn’t even have time to yell.

“Valerie, get out of here,” Steve yelled, his gun pressed into Bucky’s back. Valerie stood frozen in wide eye terror as Bucky looked up at her. “Call Tony, then Same. Tell them what’s happening

Valerie ignored Steve’s request and just looked at Bucky, who wasn’t even struggling against Steve. Bucky was here. He was here. There Bucky was, in ragged, slightly grimy clothes that she was sure were stolen, a knifelaying just a foot away from his flesh hand. Valerie didn’t care about the knife nor did she heed Steve’s warning to leave. All she could think about was getting this distressed man into the tower.

“Bucky,” she whispered, disbalief washing over her. “What are you doing here?”

Bucky took a minute to look her over. She had a nervous look in her eye, but her hands gripped the doorhandle so tightly, it was like she was tethering herself to prevent her from running the few steps between them. He cleared his throat. “I wanted to talk to you.”

“About what?”

“You said you’d be here if I needed help,” Bucky said, he stared at her determedly, fighting every urge to push Steve off of him so he could look at her properly. “Why?”

Valerie mouth opened and closed, trying to form words. What did he mean ‘why?’ It was a question so simple, that it felt like it should just be known. Yet here Bucky was looking up at her like a lost kid looking for help. His tone was sharp and pointed though, so cutting, Valerie stepped back. “Why did I offer you help?”

“You saw what I did to him, why would you want to help me?”

“Do you not think you deserve it?” Valerie asked.

“Why would I deserve it?”

“Because it wasn’t your fault,” Steve interjected. It wasn’t the right answer. Bucky started shaking his head, lips pressed together in a thin line.

“No, I still did it though,” Bucky said through gritted teeth.

“You also pulled Steve from the water and you’ve had this long to go back to Hydra, and you didn’t,” Valerie said, hands gripping the rail. “If you’re so unredeemable, why not just leave Steve to die and go back?”

“I don’t know,” Bucky mumbled.

“Why don’t you get off of him, Steve? We can get him some clean clothes and some food. In the mean time, he can try to think of a better answer than I don’t know,” Valerie said, taking a tentative step forward only to jump back as Steve yelled out a ‘no’ and shoved his hand out to block Valerie.

“Steve!” Valerie hissed.

“He doesn’t come in until he tell me exactly why he’s here,” Steve said firmly.

“I shouldn’t be here,” Bucky siad.

“Then what are you doing here?” Steve asked.

“I don’t know.”

“We need better than I don’t know, Buck,” Steve said.

“Okay, Bucky you turn on Jarvis and instead of giving Steve your weapons, you place them infront of you on the table?” Valerie asked, finally getting out of Steve’s grip and stepping beside Steve. “Does that work for everyone?”

“I shouldn’t be here,” Bucky repeated.

“Were you just planning on waiting in the stairwell until someone happened to see you then?”

“I…I don’t know. I just wanted to ask you something.” Bucky said, turning his head away from Valerie and Steve.

“What did you want to ask?” Valerie asked.

“What’s your name?”

Valerie looked from Bucky to Steve, who kept his eyes trained on Bucky. Part of her didn’t want to answer. It was the part of her that knew how dangerous Bucky was. If he could nearly kill Steve then what hope did she have against him? But another part of her just wanted to crouch down next to him, caress his face, and tell him everything was going to be okay. To shoo Steve off and wrap her arms around this lost man.

“Valeire,” she finally answered.

“You’re full name,” Bucky demanded.

“You don’t -” Steve began but Valerie cut him off.

“Valerie Marie Jones,” she whispered so quietly Steve almost couldn’t hear her but Bucky had never listened so closely to anyone in his entire life.

“Do you have my name on you?” Bucky asked. Valerie nodded, her eyes stinging.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Bucky asked, hurt lacing his words.

“Th-there was so much going on. I didn’t think it was the right time.” Valerie said, breathing low to stop the tears from falling.

Bucky didn’t say anything. He turned his head away from her and his mouth became a straight line. His gaze was so hard and piercing, Valerie thought he might carve a hole throught the concrete wall as an escape.

“Why did you want to help me?” he finally gritted out, “You didn’t even want to tell me who you were, yet you want to help me?”

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you who I was. If I could go back a change that, I would. But I do want to help you if that’s what you want,” Valerie said. Steve let out a wet scoff and suddenly Valerie remembered that Steve was still there, pinning Bucky to the ground.

“Of course he wants help, and we’re going to give it to him,” Steve said. His eyes were red and he took measured breaths. For the first time, Bucky started to struggle a bit, a slight panic in his eye.

Valerie shook her head, stepping towards Steve and crouching down to place a hand on Bucky’s shoulder. “No, he has to want help. He has to ask for it, Steve. Forcing him to go through what you’re asking of him could do more harm than good. Please get off of Bucky and let him make his choice.”

Steve shook his had back and forth, his face screwing up like he was trying to will the tears to go back into his eyes. “Even if I wanted to, I can’t let him leave.”

“Why don’t we just start with standing up?” Valerie said, softly caressing Steve’s cheek.

Steve nodded and pinned both of Bucky’s hands behind his back before standing and bring Bucky up with him. Bucky looked like he wanted to bolt. His eyes were darting from Valerie to the door leading into the tower and the stairs, but he made no move to get out of Steve’s grip.

“Valerie grab that knife and bring it to the kitchen. Then call Tony and tell him what’s happening,,” Steve said. Valerei picked up the knife and hesitated looking between the two men.

“We’ll be in there in a second,” Steve reassured. “I just need to pat down Bucky before he goes in.”

Valerei nodded and left the men alone again. Steve sighed and walked Bucky over to the wall. He placed Bucky’s hands against the cinder blocks and pushed his feet apart. He got to work, searching for any hidden weapon on Bucky. He ran his hands across Bucky’s arms and down his torso and legs. Steve turned Bucky around and repeated his search again. Bucky said nothing and only moved when Steve moved him. He had a far off look on his face, like he wasn’t there.

“You alright, Buck?” Steve asked, lifting up Bucky’s shirt to pull a gun from his waistband. Bucky didn’t say anything. Steve reached the front of Bucky’s right boot and felt another knife. He sighed and pulled it out. “You packed pretty light for storming the tower alone.”

“I shouldn’t be here,” Bucky whispered.

“No, probably not,” Steve sighed, standing to look Bucky in the eye. “But I’m glad you came.”

“If you were smart, you’d kill me,” Bucky said matter-of-factly. Steve’s entire body went rigid and his blood felt icy.

“I don’t want you dead,” Steve mumbled.

“I wanted you dead.”

Steve started at Bucky. His jaw was set and if he didn’t know better, he would have believed what Bucky said. But there was something behind that suredness that told Steve he was fronting. He just shook his head.

“If you wanted me dead you wouldn’t have pulled me from the river.”

“You don’t know me,” Bucky said, glaring at Steve.

“I do know you, Buck and you know me.”

Bucky stared unblinking at Steve, like he was waiting for Steve to take back what he said. But he didn’t. Steve just took a step back and waited for Bucky to walk through the door into the tower. After a moment, the two men were walking into the common area.

“Jarvis,” Steve said, setting down Bucky’s weapons. “What’s Tony’s ETA?”

“Mr. Stark should be back at the tower in about 30 minutes,” Jarvis replied. “I also should tell you that as soon as Mr. Barnes left the stairwell, I was able to regain access to that area but my access to the common area was gone the moment Mr. Barnes entered.”

Steve huffed and shook his head. “Bucky, first let’s start with not disrupting Jarvis. If you’re gonna stay we need Tony to agree to it and messing with Jarvis is not the way to get on his good side.”

Valerie walked into the kitchen from the living room, putting her phone back in her pocket. “Tony is on his way and he know’s that Bucky is messing with Jarvis. He’s really not happy about it.”

Bucky shifted uncomfortably, but he made no move to stop interfering with Jarvis. Steve and Valerie just stared at him, waiting for him to do something but nothing came. Finally Valerie sat next to him.

“If you want us to help you, you’re going to have to trust us a little,” She said, mindful to keep her voice even and kind, not touching his at all.

Bucky considered her words for a moment, his body so rigid Valerie thought he looked like he’d shatter if touched. Steve took a step towards Bucky, a comforting hand outstretched. Bucky’s eyes darted to Steve and Valerie jerked her head side to side in a absolutely-not-abort-mission kind of way. Thankfully, Steve picked up on this and dropped his hand.

“Valerie’s right, Buck,” Steve sighed. “Help us help you.”

Bucky looked to Steve and then Valerie, before giving a curt nod and pulling out some kind of device that looked out of a sci-fi movie to Valerie, and flicking a switch. 

“I now have access to the common area kitchen,” Jarvis said. “Mr. Stark is also 15 minutes away.”

“I shouldn’t be here,” Bucky murmured.

“Why not?” Valerie asked.

Bucky’s jaw clenched and his breathing became deep and measured. Whirling came from his metal arm as his balled his fist. It should have been terrifying - Valerie hadn’t been able to forget just how broken Steve looked when he had been pulled out of the river. Yet she knew he wouldn’t hurt her. 

“Is there a specific reason you shouldn’t be here?” she asked. Again, he didn’t answer.

“Bucky, we need some answers. Tony is-” Steve began to plead but Bucky interrupted.

“I killed Howard and his wife,” Bucky said lowly, staring at the counter. Valerie’s forehead creased in confusion. She didn’t know who those people were, but from Steve face she could tell it was bad. As soon as the words left Bucky’s mouth, the color drained from Steve’s face. His mouth opened and closed stupidly as he looked for anything so say. After a moment, Steve finally found his voice.

“You didn’t have a choice, Bucky.”

“I still did it.”

“You wouldn’t have done that if you were in your right mind,” Steve comforted, but Bucky just shook his head.

“I shouldn't’ have come here,” Bucky muttered.

“But you did,” Valerie said firmly. “You came here to ask for help and we want to do that Bucky.”

“You two want to help, but is Stark really going to want to help the guy who murdered his parents?” Bucky asked pointedly. 

“What did you just say?” a voice asked from behind Steve and Valerie. They both whipped around to see Tony standing in the middle of the room  in his Iron Man suit. His mask flipped up and he was glaring so intensely at Bucky, Valerie was sure he would set on fire if Tony didn’t look away.

“Tony-” Steve started but was silenced when Tony turned his gaze on him.

“Did you know he killed my mom,” Tony said, lowly.

“No, I didn’t,” Steve said quickly. “I didn’t know and I’m sure that when Bucky did it he didn’t know either.”

All three of them turned to Bucky who was just staring blankly at the floor.

“Hey! Now’s a great time to start talking, Manchurian Candidate,” Tony barked.

“I’m sorry…” Bucky said softly, not looking up.

“You’re sorry? Is that all you have to say?” Tony yelled. He rushed forward and Valerie stepped in front of Tony. “Get out of here Valerie, I’ll hurt you if you get in the way.”

“Tony, he wasn’t in his right mind,” Steve yelled. “And Valerie has nothing to do with this.”

Tony was seething. He flipped his mask back down and lifted his hand up, a whirling noise came from it and the light in his palm got brighter. Valerei pushed his arm away from its target right as it shot a beam of light. A hole was in the wall and Tony roared.

“Tony, stop!” Valerie yelled as Steve shouted at her to leave. Bucky was still seated at the table, looking completely unfazed. “Tony, don’t hurt him!”

“Why? He killed my mom and all he has to say for himself is sorry,” Tony spat.

“I know, and I can’t imagine what you’re feeling but hurting him won’t bring her back,” Valerie pleaded.

“Why is he here?” Tony asked though clenched teeth.

“He came for help,” Steve said.

“I told him to come if he needed help,” Valerie said. “He wants to make up for what he’s done.”

Tony scoffed. “Really? Is that what you want, Barnes. To go around to everyone you hurt and give out some half-assed apology and then rot away in some super max prison? Becasue that’s what’s coming for you. I’m gonna make sure of it.”

Bucky finally looked up and with the saddest eyes Valerie had ever seen said to her and Steve, “I shouldn’t have come here. I’m sorry.”

In a fraction of a second, Bucky grabbed his weapons from the table and unscrewed the hilt. A small ball can rolling out and in a flash, a dense fog filled the air. Valerie couldn’t see anything but felt large metal hands push her to the ground and heavy footfalls rushing away. Her eyes watered as she tried to wave away the smoke. She stood slowly and reached out her hands to feel her way to Steve, if he was even still there. A few steps in she hit the kitchen counter.

“Steve!” she called out.

“I’m right here, Val,” he replied and a moment later Steve’s large hand reached through the smoke to pull her through. In a moment, they were in the stairwell again breathing the fresh air. The two just leaned against the wall in silence as Jarvis filtered out the smoke. Valerie tried to strain her ears to hear any sign of Bucky or Tony, but they were both gone. She was trying hard to not look at Steve, she could already tell how he was feeling through their mark. Devastation and longing like she had never felt crept from his name, encasing her heart in a deep sadness so thick molassas seemed as thin as water. She looked up at him, as silent tears poured down his face.

“Steve…” she whispered, but he just shook his head.

“He was right here, Valerie,” Steve gasped. “He was right here, wanting my help and Tony chased him away.”

“I’m so sorry, Steve,” Valerie cried. He just looked at her eyes wide and watery. She racked her brain to find the right thing to say, anything to make that beaten puppy dog look on his face go away but what is there to say? How do you comfort someone when the love of their life is so close and yet so far beyond their reach? Valerie decided the universe had the most fucked up sense of humor.

“How was I supposed to know they made him kill Tony’s parents? I never would have kept him here if I had known,” Steve sobbed. He buried his head in his hands and sank to the ground. Valerie wrapped her arms around him and held him as he cried for his soulmate.

They sat like that well past soreness stiffened Valerie’s knees and Steve’s tears dried up. THe two just sat huddled together until the door swung open and metal footsteps came culomping in. Tony stood in front of them, glaring down in distrust.

“Did you know?” he asked.

“Tony,” Valerie started but Tony was determined to get his answer. He pushed Valerie off of Steve and grabbed the other man by the collar, shoving him against the wall.

“Did you know?” He repeated. Steve looked past Tony, his voice came small and scratchy from crying.

“No.”

“Did you know he was coming here?” Tony asked.

“No.”

“Why was he here?” Steve didn’t answer. Tony shoved him against the wall for a second time. “Steve!”

“I told him to come here!” Valerie yelled, the shock of Tony’s abruptness finally abetting. “When he pulled Steve from the river, I was there and told him to come here when he wanted to get help.”

Tony turned to Valerie and let go of Steve. His face was red and his gaze made Valerie want to curl up and die.

“I’m not helping him with anything,” Tony spat. WIth that he turned and went back into the tower.

Valerie let out a breath she didn’t know she had been holding as soon as the door slammed shut.

“Steve,” she whimpered, though she didn’t know what to say.

“Are you okay?” Steve asked, his gaze still far off.

“Yeah,” she said. “Are you?”

“Bucky needs help. I have work to do,” Steve said. He pushed himself off the wall and walked into the tower without sparing Valerie a glance. He left her alone to her thoughts and finally Valerie sank to the ground herself, tears streaming down her face.

Chapter 13

tags

@izhetttttt

#stucky #stucky x reader #stucky x oc #soulmate!steve rogers #soulmate!bucky barnes #soulmate au #steve x bucky #steve x reader #bucky x reader #Fluff and angst #slow burn #hurt/comfort #angst #howtochoose #canon typical violence #slight canon divergence

[marvelstucky]

You Make Us Whole

Description

What happens when a hidden hero comes out of the light?

AU- Civil War ended peacefully and everyone including Bucky is back at the compound.

Chapters

#avengers #bucky barnes x steve rogers #steve rogers #bucky barnes #tony stark #loki laufeyson #stucky #stucky x reader #stucky x oc

[xvnqsb]

steve rogers and bucky barnes masterlist.

[Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes, lovers since the 1900′s. Frozen in ice, their love continued into the 21st century. ]

| I'm with you 'til the end of the line. |

ONESHOTS

coming soon.

SERIES

of stardust and space (on hiatus) - Lilah Stark was sixteen years old when she was kidnapped by the organization known as HYDRA. She was created into the killer they wanted, in competition with The Winter Soldier. When they escape the wrath of HYDRA, they run into Bucky Barnes lover from the 1940's: Steve Rogers.

contains smut, depictions of torture and violence, brainwashing, murder, badly written mutual pining, angst, "i want you, both of you, and i know you want me to", and tony stark being a horrible father.

only the end (in progress) - Rosaura Vasquez had been cursed by the gods. Or so she says. Never able to stay in one place, she's on the verge of handing herself over to the government in hopes of execution, when she runs into two fugitives seeking help from the government. In hopes this will be her end, Rosaura helps Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes.

contains smut, a mexican female oc, steve rogers chasing bucky barnes, steve rogers begging bucky to love him back, steve rogers and bucky barnes being fugitives, really cool powers, angst, a first kiss, and bucky begging steve to stay.

HEAD CANONS

coming soon.

#steve rogers x bucky barnes #stucky x oc #stucky fanfiction #bucky x steve #stucky

[deathloveshischicagopizza]

Question.

So as you might have seen, I'm in the process of writing a Stucky AU (basically shit happens and Steve saves Bucky in the 50s, they get frozen for testing, wake up in 2010 and get married and just take over Brooklyn like the mob but like nice?)

But like... I'm writing it with the addition of a third party (my original female character, Jane Turner aka Frostbite) so...

My question is: should I have it as a series, with the first story detailing Stuckys adventures in CATFA and them waking up and taking over Brooklyn, then a second story detailing OFC's journey and them all getting together? that way people can decide what they wanna read? or just combine it all and go chronological with it?

#stucky #steve rogers x bucky barnes #stucky x ofc #steve rogers x ofc #bucky barnes x ofc #steve rogers x bucky barnes x ofc #question #fanfic debate? #stucky x oc

[lanadelreyscokewhor3]

hey idk if ur requests are open but i might as well try lol. is there any way you could make a stucky fic about if reader had a bad argument with her mother on the phone and reader breaks down and cries. maybe reader is home alone when it happens and the boys are at work, so when the boys come home they find her crying in their bedroom. (maybe the reader gets extreme lows quickly and the boys know that she has a history of hurting herself in these situations so they take extra good care of her). but they comfort her, tell her why she doesnt deserve how her mom treats her, tell her how much they love her. just angst w her mom in the begining and the rest is fluff. lol sorry im rly fucked up.

MATILDA- STUCKY

Pairing: CEO! Stucky x Fem! Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: TW TW!!! self harm mentioned, yelling, crying, reader going through some very hard feelings, but other then that angst... fluff<3

Notes: hi. this fic is very personal to me. very personal. i have felt like this many times, and some things that have been said to reader have been said to me. so to whoever sent this, you are not fucked up. we are human, and we are hurting. we are coping and we are trying. and to whoever else feels remotely like this, know i understand. and im trying too. bucky and steve are here for you, and so am i.

Her voice still echoed in your head, the raging, strident sound bouncing off the corners of your brain like a pinball machine.

It hurt.

The endless, bottomless pit of hatred she threw you in, drowning you.

It hurt, badly.

You loved your mother, you truly did. She had raised you, read your bedtime stories in your rocking chair, and held your hand across the street.

But she was emotionally absent. She didn't realise that her words hurt. They hurt- a substantial amount.

The phone was limp in your hand, the line dead as she had ended the call a few minutes prior, screaming at you. You didn't even know about what anymore.

You tried to zone it out. But some of her phrases, they stuck out.

You're a disgrace to have as a daughter. Your father would be so disappointed with you. If you go down that hole again, I’m not helping you again Y/N. I’m done. I’m sick and tired of your shit.

You felt the salty tears begin to fall down your cheeks as you slumped against the pillows, placing the phone back on its stand. Hands seemed to wrap around your throat as the air was stolen from your lungs, sobs racking through your entire body.

Your phone was thrown across the sheets somewhere, now buzzing with texts from Steve and Bucky. You told them you’d let them know how things went with your mother.

They knew in advance it would not go well. They always did.

Some time had passed, and you knew their frantic texts were because they worried about you. You couldn't find the strength to answer, instead- curling into a ball, letting the tears smear your mascara down your heated cheeks.

Fuck you mom. Fuck. You.

You weren't sure how much time went by as you cried into your pillow, clinging to the blankets like it was your lifeline.

It was, in a way.

Bucky and Steve weren't here, so the crocheted blanket they had made for you was the only form of comfort you had.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

You kept silent.

“Doll?” the gentle voice called from behind the door, now partly creaked open as Bucky poked his head in. You sniffled, looking over at his gentle stare from the door, watching as he allowed himself in, Steve following in.

“We brought cinnamon buns from the bakery on the corner. The one we normally go to on Fridays?”

You nodded, watching as Steve set the baked goods on your dresser, him and Bucky slowly making their way over to you, as if you were a frightened animal. They knew how vulnerable you were in this stage, and they didn't want to scare you to make it worse.

You shuffled up, sitting crossed-legged as they crouched down beside the bed, their work uniforms still on. Their ties were out of place, top buttons undone, hair slightly messy.

They must have rushed here from the office, you realised, the guilt dawning on you all at once.

“Are you okay?” Bucky whispered, hand coming up to cup your jaw, rubbing little soothing circles to help ease your tears.

“She was cruel again.” you croaked out, watching as Steve gently twisted your arm towards him. Your scars shown faintly in the dim light, their faded marks scattered across your wrist. No new marks lay in their place.

You couldn't help but notice Steve's little sigh of relief, kissing your wrist tenderly. “I’m so sorry for worrying you guys. I just- I couldn't-” you broke out in tears, the full circle coming round.

Bucky and Steve knew about your past, you had told them of your old coping mechanisms.

Unhealthy mechanisms.

They had helped coaxed you out of your self-harming ways, with love and patience. Something you had needed, for a long, long time. It had been some time now since you had last done anything to yourself, but of course Steve and Bucky wouldn't have known that.

You had ghosted them, and left them high and dry. They knew talks with your mother could trigger some episodes, and you couldn't imagine how worried they must have been.

They wrapped their arms around you, and you leaned into their embrace, the comfort you had craved. “Shh, shh doll it's okay. It's okay, deep breaths okay?” Bucky cooed softly, instructing you to take a breath with him.

You followed suit, feeling the air rush through your lungs, soothing you like a drop of cool water in a desert as you allowed your heart rate to slow.

“We were just worried princess, that's all. We just didn't want to see our precious doll hurting.” Steve explained, kissing your tears away.

“You’re not mad?” you hiccuped, worried they'd feel coming to see you was a burden.

No Y/N. You’re not a burden, or else they wouldn't have come. You quickly reminded yourself, attempting to train your brain out of thinking negatively.

That was your mother's job. Not yours.

The boys could see the gears in your brain turning, giving you a small smile of encouragement. “Of course we’re not mad. We love you more than anything doll.” Bucky cooed, brushing the last tear you shed with his thumb.

“It's our job to comfort you, princess. Just like how it's our job to protect you.” The words he had once told you many months ago played in your mind, like a broken record. A good broken record, one you never wanted to stop playing.

It's our job to protect you, even if that danger is yourself right now princess. It's okay. We’ll get there eventually, together. One small step at a time.

“I just don't want you guys to feel like you need to come every time after my mom calls. I don't want you to miss anything important.”

“We want to come.” Steve reminded you gently, soft blue eyes yearning with love and compassion. “We always want to be with you doll. Even when you're having a harder time. You'd come to us if we were feeling down, wouldn't you?”

You nodded quickly, no hesitation in your mind whatsoever. You'd come to them at beck and call. You'd travel through volcanos, swim oceans to get to them, if that's what they needed.

“So it works the same with us honey. You need us, we come. Even if you don't call us, we come. And if you don't want us here- we leave and give you space, whatever you need. Simple as that. Whatever you want.” Bucky reminded you, knowing it was sometimes hard for you to accept love from others.

That it was hard to remember you deserved worth, the same as they did.

The same as anyone did.

You nodded, smiling softly as Steve grabbed another blanket from the bed, draping it across your shoulders. “Do you wanna talk about it?” You gnawed on your lip, thinking. Thinking about what you wanted, what you needed.

“No. I don't think I do.” you decided, wanting to forget it ever happened.

“And that's perfectly okay. But please know you do not deserve how that woman treats you. Whatever she said to you, whatever names she called you, it's a fucking lie.” Bucky reassured you, kissing your hand tenderly.

“We’re proud of you princess. We’re so proud of how far you've come, and that you stayed strong today after that nightmare. It's over now, you're safe.” Steve whispered, his hand stroking your hair soothingly as he sat beside you on the bed.

“I love you guys. Thank you.” you whispered, feeling a million times better than you did a few minutes prior, their calming words and aura soothing the sadness lodged deep in your soul. Bucky answered this with a kiss, his lips soft against yours, tasting of sugar as he told you all the things he needed to with his lips.

You're welcome. I love you doll. More than anything, I love you.

“Do you wanna do anything princess?” Steve asked, watching as your cat, Alpine trotted in your room, meowing. You smiled as she trotted up to Bucky, rubbing her body against his leg, purring as he leaned down to scratch her head.

Bucky was Alpines favourite, and she made this very, very obvious.

“Can we watch movies and eat cinnamon buns?”

“Warmed up for forty-five seconds, and a spoon on the side?” Bucky asked, already making his way over to where the sticky buns lay. You laughed, reaching down to pet the white ball of fur now curled around your feet, begging for attention.

He remembered. Of course he remembered.

“Yes, but-” you looked over to the clock that sat on your bedside table, its red digits glowing 10:13.

“Don't you guys have work? I thought you two had a meeting and had to stay later.”

They just laughed, the sound making butterflies flutter in your tummy, your heart tripling three sizes.

“Don't you remember? We own the place angel.” 

#stucky x reader #stucky x you #stucky x oc #stucky x y/n #stucky x female!reader #stucky x f!reader #stucky fanfiction #stucky fluff #stucky fic #stucky smut #stucky angst #stucky and reader smut #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x smut #bucky barnes x female oc #bucky barnes x fluff #bucky fic #bucky imagine #james barnes x y/n #james barnes fluff #james barnes x reader #james barnes #james buchanan barnes

[rissararity]

Working on an Omegaverse WIP and just had to pause and re-read because,

“Such a good boy for us.” He agreed, caressing the back of his mates disheveled halo of sunshine.

Something about seeing Steve this way felt almost filthy to Priz. He always looked so coiffed and angelic…but right now with her glistening on his ruddy cheeks, hair in disarray and eyes full of sin…he looked so…perfect."

Yall....I'm so proud of myself

#marvel fanfiction #bucky barnes #captain america fanfiction #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky x oc #ao3 fanfic #ao3 writer #winter soldier fanfiction #ao3 recs #alpha steve rogers #alpha bucky barnes #bucky barnes x oc #omegaverse fanfic #steve rogers fanfiction #stucky x oc #stucky fanfiction #marvel omegaverse #omegaverse #alpha/beta/omega dynamics

[marvelvillian23]

PLEASE!! I need fics rec for all of these! Especially the Convict. Please be multi Chapter fics.

It even can be Steve in these situations instead of Bucky I don’t mind.

*Photos From Pinterest

I’m currently reading Blood Moon Rising on AO3 by Sarahyellow.

It’s a A/B/O prison story where Bucky’s the convict and pre serum Steve is the prison counselor…I think. A riot breaks out and Bucky takes Steve hostage. 5/8 Chapters are up so far.

#marvel #bucky barnes #dark bucky barnes #marvel cinematic universe #dark bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x reader #mafia bucky barnes #bucky barnes x original female character #bucky barnes x oc #james bucky buchanan barnes #bucky fanfic #bucky x reader #bucky x you #Bucky #dark steve rogers x reader #dark steve rogers #steve rogers x bucky barnes #stucky #steve x bucky #dark Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers

[sarahowritesostucky]

📖"Temporary Custody"

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Steve x ofc x Bucky; Steve x Bucky

Word Count: 3620

Tags: Dom/sub, bdsm au, dom Bucky, sub reader, hurt/comfort, enemies to lovers, gay sex'n'stuff, straight sex'n'stuff, Steve being a literal Golden Retriever, mental health issues, dub-con, forced submission, referenced childhood abuse and resultant mental health issues, bakery au, m/f/m, gentle domination, total power exchange

Summary: The stigma and shame of being a submissive has kept Mary unfulfilled and in the closet her whole life, until an inciting incident leads to Bucky and Steve taking her in and giving her everything she was always too afraid to ask for.

Trigger warnings: This story contains themes of eating disordered behavior, body image issues, childhood abuse, self-harm, and alcohol abuse.

Wait! I haven't read an earlier chapter of this fic! Story Masterpost

6. Somethin' with Bananas

Steve

Steve wakes up to Bucky spooning him, pressing his morning wood against his ass. He hums with his eyes still closed, enjoying the feeling. “Mmm, g’morning.”

Hands slide onto his hips. “Mornin’ Sunshine.”

Steve smiles. “Sunshine” is one of Bucky’s favorite pet names for him. Steve is rather fond of it too, after so many years together. His husband has a knack for making him feel special like that. “What’re you doin', Buck?” he warns softly, still smiling because he likes the feeling of being explored, even if they can't take this far right now because of—

“She left for work a while ago,” Bucky murmurs, the answer to a question that Steve hasn’t asked. Alone time doesn’t happen as much as it used to, these days. "Left a bunch of baking stuff out on the counter. There's a note threatening us with mortal peril if we eat any of her bananas."

"Hmm." Steve yawns deeply and wiggles his butt back against his husband's noticeable hardon. "Whas'she makin'?"

"Dunno. Somethin' with bananas." Bucky’s hand slides to the juncture of Steve’s legs. He palms the half hard line of his cock from over his briefs, massaging the bulge as it grows. Steve moans a little and tips his head back to Bucky’s shoulder, a wordless request for kisses. Bucky starts lavishing his neck with attention while his hand continues its slow work.

Steve loves moments like this. Early morning, the sun barely out and the world quiet, the bedroom air still and thick from sleep; easy, instinctual fucking; simple and not complicated, just the two of them loving on each other. He inhales a little sharper when Bucky finally slides his hand under the waistband of his underwear. “Yeah,” he whispers.

“Mmhm.” Bucky kisses his neck. “This what you wanted, Honey?” His hand is wrapped flush around Steve now, skin on skin. He strokes once up and down and gives a squeeze, starts up a slow, tight rhythm.

“Oh.” Steve bites his lip, eyes closed as he just feels what Bucky’s doing to him. “Mm. Mmhm. S’real good.” He shivers when Bucky’s thumb swipes at his cockhead, spreading the wetness around and pressing firm against his slit. “Fuck …”

“Always were a leaker,” Bucky says lowly. “You get so wet, Honey.”

“Buck,” Steve whines. He loves Bucky’s talk in bed but he’s never been able to handle it. It turns him into a pitiful mess, every time.

Bucky

Bucky just chuckles, knowing the effect he has on him. He’s Dominant. Winding Steve around his little finger comes naturally to him, and Steve can’t say he doesn’t like it. “You were making pretty sounds in your sleep,” Bucky says, murmuring the words in between kisses on Steve’s neck. “Moaning and moving your hips a little.” He demonstrates, pushing his own hips up against Steve’s ass. Steve makes an embarrassed, whimpery sort of noise that goes straight to Bucky’s cock, and he shushes him. “Shh, no. It was hot, Stevie. You were feeling real good in your sleep, huh?”

“Y-yeah.”

“What were you dreaming about?” Bucky presses his thigh forward, between Steve’s legs, crowding him that much closer. “Hm?”

“Her,” Steve says breathily. “I … h-her.”

“Mary?” Bucky grins against the skin of his neck. “Having dirty dreams about our girl, huh?”

Steve moans—whether at Bucky calling her ‘their girl’, or at the way his other hand is now reaching down to cup Steve’s sac, isn’t clear. Bucky gives a gentle squeeze and tug, then rolls the weight of his testicles in his palm. Steve, who’s always been keen on having his balls played with, moans louder and nods against the pillow. “Didn’t mean to,” he says, as if he needs to defend his character.

Bucky grins like a shark and nips his earlobe. “Course not. You just couldn’t help it, could you? She’s always there, moaning around bites of cream filled pastries, showing off her ass in those leggings—”

Steve groans.

“—Giving us attitude every day like she wants a spanking, but dropping so sweet by the end’a the night.” He can see pink spreading around to the back of Steve’s neck and shoulders now. His Stevie colors so easily. Bucky licks delicately along the shell of his ear and whispers, “Tell me. Tell me what you did to her in the dream.” Steve moans and doesn’t answer for a long while, maybe too distracted by Bucky’s hand that’s still stroking him slowly. Bucky stills, opens his hand and presses Steve’s cock up against his stomach. “Steve,” he warns. “Tell me.”

“... Wasn’t me,” Steve mumbles, embarrassed. “It was you. You were touching her, fucking her.”

Bucky’s guts tighten in arousal. “Oh?” he breathes. “You like thinkin’ about that? Like thinking about me laying her out? Her spreading her legs for me right here on this bed?” Steve groans and nods, whining impatiently and humping forward for more. Bucky chuckles and takes him in hand again, squeezing his shaft and fondling his balls. They’re tighter now, drawn up closer to his body as he gets more worked up. “So?” Bucky needles, when he still hasn’t gotten an answer. “Is that what you want?”

“Bucky, nngh, Yes, alright?”

“Mmhm.” He chuckles softly and nuzzles Steve’s neck, enjoying his husband’s flustered state. “But you know, I think I’d like to watch you.” He can just picture it: Steve’s muscled, strong body moving over her soft curves, his big hands holding her open gently—because everything Steve does is gentle—while he makes her cum on his cock. “Yeah. You like that idea, Big guy? Me too. I wanna watch this big fat dick—” he squeezes his fist on Steve— “plowing her sloppy, making her cum so good she even cries a little bit.” Steve whines again, and Bucky hums in agreement. “Mmhm. It’d be so hot, Stevie.”

Steve squirms against him in distress. “I, I’ve never … With girls I mean. I’m not … I’ve never …” he peters off, and Bucky’s got no idea what he’s saying.

“What?” He frowns and ruts his erection against the cleft of Steve’s ass for a little relief. “What’re you talking about, Baby? You’ve been with women before. College?”

Steve shakes his head against the pillow. “No, I mean I … I don’t know what to do. To make ‘em feel good. I’m … not good at it.”

Bucky actually stops what he’s doing. Steve grunts at the lack of touch, but Bucky just hushes him and pulls on his shoulder, urging him to turn over. “Hey. C’mere. Look at me.” Steve’s face is indeed colored pink when he turns to lie facing Bucky. His eyes flick up briefly, but dart away again, shy. Bucky’s heart squeezes. “Oh, Honey,” he says, bringing a hand up to cup Steve’s jaw. “Who told you that?” He thinks of murdering whatever coed bitch might’ve made Steve feel self-conscious.

Steve looks mortified. “Nobody did. Just … I could tell. The times I was with ‘em. I couldn’t make them, you know, cum.” He looks so ashamed as he admits it, and Bucky wants to grab him and kiss all over his entire face.

“Aw, Steve,” he coos. “Is that it? You’re nervous about being with a woman again? Not confident?”

Steve nods. He tucks himself against Bucky’s body and presses his face in his neck, hiding there. “Women are hard,” he mumbles. “I like ‘em, but it’s not easy.”

Bucky chuckles a little. “Yeah, that’s for sure. But it’s not that bad, baby. You just gotta know a few basics. Gotta take it real slow and feel them out, find out what makes her feel good. Every girl’s different. That’s the beauty in it.”

Steve grunts and ruts up against him, their cocks knocking together between their bellies. “Tell me?” he asks, eager and sweet. “Please, Buck? Tell me how.”

Bucky feels like half the blood leaves his brain, his dick throbbing anew. “Fuck,” he breathes, crazy turned on at the idea. “You want me to teach you, Stevie? Teach you how to get her crying? Dripping wet? How to touch her so good you make her cum?”

Steve shivers and nods, grinding his forehead into Bucky’s shoulder in embarrassment. “Yeah, yeah I want you to. Want you to teach me.”

Bucky pulls Steve’s head up to make him look at him. His face is pinched—embarrassed but wanting. Bucky curses. “Fuck. Yeah, yeah baby I’ll teach you how. C’mere.” He moves up the bed, pulling Steve’s meaty shoulders to get him to follow, directing him to sit in his lap, back to chest as Bucky props them up against the headboard. He spreads his legs wide to accommodate Steve’s bulk, wrapping his arms around him from behind. “My little overachiever,” he murmurs. “Such a Boy Scout, always wanting to be the best you can be.”

Steve huffs. “Don’t think they gave out merits for eating pussy,” he quips, uncharacteristically lewd. 

Bucky barks out a laugh in delight. “Well pay attention, Sweetheart. You’re about to earn that badge.” Steve shudders against him, but he’s leaning back against Bucky, slumped just a little lower in his lap. He’s ready to listen, and Bucky’s fucking hot at the chance to tell. “First thing you gotta know,” he says, speaking delicately and smoothing his hands over Steve’s sides. “Is forget what you’ve seen in porn. They make that shit for us, not them. It’s all fake. No better way to make a girl miserable than to go pounding into her or whatever else.”

Steve makes a questioning noise, and God bless him, Bucky knows instantly that this is news to the big dummy. “But …” he hedges.

“No buts, Honey.” Bucky kisses his ear. “You gotta be so gentle. Always start soft, always go slow. Start that way and pay attention to her reactions.” He skims his fingertips up Steve’s ribs, tickling lightly over to his pecs and back down, making him gasp. “Yeah,” Bucky hums, “Just like that. She might be quiet at first, girls don’t moan all loud right off the bat. They don’t get worked up as fast as we do. They take time.”

Steve nods, panting a little as he listens to him. “W-what then?” he asks.

“Listen to her breathing, the sounds she makes. She’ll start breathing heavier when you’ve got her feeling good, start making little sounds without even realizing she’s doin’ it.” Steve looses a tiny whimper and Bucky grins. “Yeah, just like that.” He reaches down and finds Steve’s cock again, and god it’s sexy how wet his fella can get. He strokes him a few times, just languidly, letting the precum guide the slide of his fist. Not hurrying. Showing Steve what he means when he says ‘slow’.

“Oh,” Steve breathes, sounding gone for it.

“Yeah,” Bucky agrees. “And then when she starts moving her hips?” He presses his crotch into the small of Steve’s back. “Just rubbing herself against you or humping up in the air a little? Oh yeah, that’s when she’s into it.” He brings one hand up to cradle Steve’s pec. “Girls are more sensitive here than we are,” he tells him. He’s looking over Steve’s shoulder now, eyeing up what he’s doing. He flicks his thumb over the nipple—so freaking small and petal pink where Bucky’s are darker. And he’s so responsive, the nipple pebbling up with hardly any effort on Bucky’s part. “Mmhm,” Bucky hums approvingly. “You want to try different things. You can just hold ‘em …” he uses both hands and cups the meat of Steve’s chest, giving a proprietary squeeze. Steve moans and Bucky smiles. “Yeah. But not too hard. Treat her tits like they’re something delicate, somethin’ special.” He makes the motion to Steve’s pecs like he would do to lightly bounce a woman’s breasts in his palms. “And Mary, she’s got smaller tits. A nice, healthy handful, just like you.”

Steve whines and squirms impatiently in his lap. Bucky glances down to check, and sees Steve’s cock; abandoned on his stomach, dark, and leaking. It’s so heavy and thick, the foreskin drawn halfway down the head, showcasing the shiny pink tip of him. Bucky curses softly. Fuck, but he wants to wring an orgasm out of that cock like ten minutes ago. But he forces himself to stay the course.

“When you use your mouth on her nipples,” he whispers, voice soft like velvet in Steve’s ear, “You can lick. Or nibble a little.” He mimics each option with a stroke and then a pinch of his fingers on Steve’s nipples, flicking out with his tongue to get the shell of Steve’s ear. “But I’ll tell you what: most of ‘em like it best when you suck.” He uses all five fingertips drawn together to pull gently at the peaks of Steve’s chest, and Steve makes a hurt, wanting sound. “Yeah,” Bucky agrees. “Suck her nipples. Then fit as much of her in your mouth as you can and suck that too.” He takes pity on Steve and reaches back down for his cock. Steve cries out, and Bucky gentles him. “Shh sh sh. Remember: slow.”

Steve groans, his tight hips flexing and pushing his cock up into the curl of Bucky’s fist. “Buck, please.”

“It’s not about you,” Bucky chides. “You’re a man. You get to cum so easy and all the time. You gotta help her get there, give her what she deserves.”

Steve sobs a little, so worked up from all the teasing, but he falls back into Bucky, relaxing against his chest and laying himself open for Bucky to continue. Pride and adoration for his man well up in Bucky at the show of submission. “Good,” he praises, giving an extra indulgent twist on the next upstroke. Steve’s foreskin moves with the motions, making soft, wet noises with all the precum he’s leaking. Bucky hums appreciatively. “Yeah, lookit that.” He draws his hand all the way up, tight, and then dips his thumb into the folds, rubbing into that wetness, against the sensitive head. “If you’re doing it right, touching her enough, she’ll be wet by now,” he says. “But you still shouldn’t go for her pussy yet. Not yet.”

“What … what else?” Steve asks muzzily, like he can’t think of anything else to do that doesn’t involve his dick getting jerked off or sticking it in a hypothetical pussy.

“Tease her,” Bucky says. “Run your hands all over her body, all over her soft skin.”

Steve sighs happily. “I like how soft they are. Smooth.”

Hearing Steve talk about what he likes about women makes Bucky’s dick throb, and he grinds it against Steve’s lower back for some relief. “Mmhm,” he agrees, moving his hands up and down the skin of Steve’s ribcage, his belly, grabbing on at his hips and giving a proprietary jostle. “Dig your fingers into her, gentle but insistent. Let her feel how much you love her body.”

“Now?” Steve asks.

“Not yet,” Bucky whispers.

“Fuck. Bucky.”

“Tease her,” he insists, ignoring Steve’s pleading. He slides his hands down Steve’s thighs and inwards, pulling them apart. Steve moans and spreads them wide. “Exactly,” Bucky says. “You want to touch her here. Run your hands all over, so close to where she wants it. Remember, if you’ve been doing this right, she’ll be wet by now.” He goes back and strokes the wetness along Steve’s shaft. “Sink down between her legs and kiss her thighs—you’ll smell it.”

“Oh my god.”

Bucky smiles, in love with his husband for how easily he comes apart under his care. He traces down to the base of Steve’s cock, making a vee with two fingers and rubbing the skin on either side. “Put pressure on her mound, really close but not touching where she wants it. Not yet.” His other hand slides down and delicately traces the seam of Steve’s sac. “Tease her, trace her folds. Get a little bit of that wetness and rub it around to make her even more sensitive. And then …” He blows gently on Steve’s ear. Steve moans. “Just like that. You want to wait. Don’t give her your mouth until she’s whining and shovin’ up at you for it.”

“Nngh,”

Bucky chuckles and circles the wet pad of his finger over one testicle and then the other. He nudges at Steve’s taut sac and whispers in his ear. “Push her lips apart.”

Steve is breathing hard through his nose, tense, his dick bobbing rock hard and angry in the air. Bucky has mercy on him and reaches for it, and Steve chokes out a sob of relief at only the slightest touch.

Bucky kisses his temple soothingly. “Shh. Here. Riiight here.” He holds the head between his thumb and fingers and starts jacking just the tip of him, foreskin tugging and gliding in that way that he knows feels amazing for Steve. “Right above her sweet spot, see? You rub on her like this, up and down, back and forth. Work the hood over her clit juuust like this.”

Steve makes a debased groan at the echo of what Bucky’s saying, and how he’s working Steve’s foreskin over the head of his dick. “Fuck, fuck,” he hisses.

“Yeah, you’re close. She’s soaked by now. You think it’s time to give her more?”

“Bucky. Yes, yes, please.” His hips are straining upwards but he lets his head loll back on Bucky’s shoulder, open for what he’ll do next. “Please,” he begs.

“Now this is important, baby, so pay attention,” Bucky says. “Some women like a mouth on ‘em down there, some don’t. Some do, but they have a hang up over how they think they look or taste or something.” Steve makes a sad noise at that, matching Bucky’s opinion that: yeah, women shouldn’t worry so much. Pussy is just generally fucking awesome. “Tell her how much you love it,” he says. “The taste of her, the shape of her lips. Make her feel pretty and wanted.” He’s fondling Steve’s balls anew as he says this, rubbing and rolling them, then cupping his whole palm over them and dipping behind to dig fingertips into his taint. “Come on, Stevie,” he goads, “Let me hear it. Tell me what you’d say.”

It takes Steve a few tries before he can pull enough of his brain out of his dick to rasp, “S’fucking gorgeous p-pussy. So … so wet. Can I lick it Honey, huh? Please lemme lick it. Wanna taste that sweet cunt.”

Bucky gasps, shocked and delighted at Steve’s dirty talk. “Oh, Stevie,” he groans. “Baby. Fuck, yes. I didn’t know you had it in you.” He wraps his hand fully around Steve’s cock and starts jerking him off fast, fast enough that it’s obvious he’s finally aiming to make Steve cum, and Steve chokes on a relieved heave of breath. 

"Yes! Oh, thank you!”

Bucky attacks Steve’s neck with his mouth, biting and smearing spit and scraping his teeth over the wet skin. He growls as he watches his fist working furiously over Steve's red, hard dick. “Suck her clit while you fuck her on your fingers,” he rasps. “Tell her she’s a good girl, tell her to ride your face, grind down on your hand. Make sure she knows she’s allowed to let go.”

Steve cries out, guttural and loud like he always gets when his pleasure is cresting. “Bucky, Buck. Honey, oh. F-fuck, m’close.”

“Mmhm. Thaat’s it, Princess,” he says, pitching his voice just so and using that name so that Steve knows. Knows he’s talking to her.

Steve whines, his whole body tight and straining into Bucky’s grip.

“Curl your fucking fingers in her,” Bucky growls. “She’s close. Don’t slow down. Don’t even speed up. She likes what you’re doing now, so don’t you dare fucking change a thing.”

“Bucky!”

“That’s it, Princess, just like that. You’re almost there.”

“Fuck, fuck … ssshit …”

“Ride Daddy’s hand, fuck back on it. Good girl.”

Steve jerks and shouts, cock pulsing in telltale contractions, before searing ropes of come shoot up his stomach and all over Bucky’s hand. “Oh, oh, oh!” He grunts through it with gorgeous sounds, and Bucky’s so in love with the sight of it that he’s not roleplaying anymore when he purrs, “Fucking beautiful, Sweetheart.”

Steve slumps when it’s over, still panting from the pleasure. Bucky eases off, sets his wet and slowly softening dick gently against his stomach. He moves them, guiding Steve to turn over and lie out on his front. He shoves Steve’s legs together and straddles them, swipes his hand that’s covered in Steve’s release into the tight space between his thighs, wetting him up. He growls viciously, pent up and rock hard and ready to fucking cum. He ruts into the wet clench of Steve’s thick thighs, fucking him like he’s got a loose, easy cunt. “Fuck, baby,” he grits, close within a matter of minutes. He chases his orgasm and collapses onto Steve’s broad back when it hits, grinding in hard one last time and shouting loud and guttural with how goddamn good it feels. “Fuck! Ughn, f-ffuuck.” 

He comes down heaving, panting against Steve’s skin. Steve is strong enough that he can roll out from under his weight, and he pulls Bucky into his arms and draws his head onto his chest. Bucky goes gratefully, happy to have Steve’s firm pecs as a pillow. “God, honey,” he breathes, wrung out. Steve makes a noise of agreement. They just lie there together, sweaty and spent, catching their breath for a long time.

“... Buck?”

“Yeah?”

“… You’re a good teacher.”

Bucky laughs and crawls up to kiss Steve on the mouth. “Yeah,” he says when they part. “But that wasn’t even the main event.” Steve looks confused for a second, before Bucky slyly clarifies: “You still gotta fuck her. And you know you want to make her cum at least twice.”

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Hey idk if you'd do this but bucky barns x reader who has bad period cramps and how he'd help hcs? Xx

Bucky’s Girl on her Period Headcanons

•Bucky is very considerate when it comes to your period, he never wants you to be in pain

•It took you a while to express your discomfort, especially before you two were sexually active, though he can always tell when you’re not feeling well and he tries to help you

•He was almost like a puppy, he knows you’re not feeling well and he tries to bring you things you like, at first he brought you your favorite meal from the place down the street but he would bring it while you were bloated and nauseous which would annoy you, then he would end up worrying that you’re not eating since he knows you, you love to eat…he quickly learned not to say that though as you immediately took it to mean he thought you were fat

•Your mood swings confuse him to no end and right when he thinks he has an understanding of your mood, you’re crying

•He snuggles you whenever you get weepy and it’s his favorite time oddly enough because when you cry you get snuggly and when you get snuggly you get tired and fall asleep on his chest, making him feel like he’s made you feel better, at least enough to rest

•When you finally express why you’re not feeling well it seemingly registers to him all of the times you were clearly uncomfortable but brushed it off

•He does research on the internet that night for hours, learning everything that’s going on with your body (since men in his time weren’t taught about this subject) but also trying to figure out common ways he could help, if not just to make you feel less moody if he couldn’t relieve your pain

•He took some things he learned online too literally so the first time he goes shopping for you he gets way too much, coming home with 6 boxes of tampons (all the correct brand and size which impressed and surprised you), 2 plastic bags full of 15 different kinds of chocolate, and 8 new stuffed animals

•He expressed to you instantly that it doesn’t bother him that you have your period and he can’t believe that there are men in the world that are so uncomfortable with something so natural that they’ve made his Princess feel like she needs to hide it from him lest he be disgusted by you, Fuck that

•He sets to making you feel comfortable right away, getting you your heating pad and setting a nest up on the couch, turning on your favorite movie and snuggling you close, massaging your lower back

•Bucky downloads a period tracking app on his phone and fills in the dates and symptoms he notices and that you express so that he can tell around the time that it’s going to happen; from that moment on he is always prepared for that time of the month, and if he’s not prepared at least he’s never confused when it happens

•He has a secret stash in his closet of a box full of chocolate, he also keeps several boxes of the tampons you prefer to use since you always seem to forget to buy them on time, though whenever you need it he always surprises you by being willing to go to the store and buy them for you if he’s all out

•Bucky was truly stunned at the fact that men wouldn’t go to the store to get tampons for their women, a women that you’re in love with, a women that’s in love with you, a women that is going through something that men will never have to suffer through and they don’t have enough compassion to go get them the only thing they really need? The Sergeant doesn’t consider himself a ‘good man’ in any sense but Bucky doesn’t understand modern men at all

•One thing Bucky noticed is that you seem to be in quite a bit of pain almost every month, and upon asking you explained you have worse cramps than normal women, often being debilitating for you to the point that you can’t stand up straight; it took some time to convince him that you’ve already been to the doctor and that physically your okay, there’s nothing that can be done to fix it, you just have to suffer, he doesn’t appreciate that answer

•Bucky mutes your phone at this time of the month, telling Tony whenever he calls with a request or Fury when he calls with a mission to fuck themselves, his Princess is in pain and he needs to take care of you

•He gets Banner to get you a script for some stronger pain meds for when you desperately need them, not willing to give them to you all the time but at least to be able to sleep at night or have a nap when the pain is really bad

•There is a hall closet full of blankets and pillows for use when he builds you a nest to sleep in so you don’t have to move, Bucky actually finds that he enjoys caring for you, it makes him feel useful and loved when you look up at him with your big beautiful Y/EC eyes and smile at him

•About 6 months after you start dating, Tony clears out and gives you and ‘Your Cyborg’ your own floor in the tower to stay in and Bucky fixes up a whole room with a large nest of your blankets on top of a king sized mattress that sits on the floor in front of a TV, it has an air conditioner, a bathroom full of products and a basket in the edge of your nest that he always keeps stocked with chocolate and snacks; this is mostly so he doesn’t have to keep setting up the ‘nest’ over and over since you enjoy it at all times of the month, and it’s so big your beefy soldier boyfriend can fit into it with you and all of the stuffies he bought you before and after you told him about your period (the fact that Bucky believed the way to make you feel better when you were ‘sick’ was to buy you stuffed animals touches your heart in a special way, he’s the worlds greatest assassin and still your sweet teddy bear)

•You often find yourself getting a massage, either your lower back or even better your crampy tummy, appreciating the relief his inhumanly strong hand brings to you, the massage is often necessary to help you sleep at night and he rubs your stomach until you drift off to sleep at night

•It took a bit of time for the Soldier to allow your flesh to be touched by his vibranium hand however as he realized he was able to use it to help your hot flashes he tried to relax himself enough to allow you to hold it; Bucky now even enjoys watching you wrap your body around his metal arm which never warms up, the metal staying constantly cool which allows you to get some relief from the hot flashes

•For being a man from the 40s Bucky is very sweet and attentive when it comes to your time of the month, he hates seeing you in any kind of pain so seeing you in what is basically unnecessary pain is something he’s strongly driven to relieve for you

•Bucky is the best boyfriend you’ve ever had, never having expected him to be the kind of man comfortable buying feminine hygiene products at the store for you, you appreciate him more than ever and you are damn sure he will not be getting away from you any time soon

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A Soft Proposal

Summary: Gale's first proposal doesn't go as planned. Neither does the second, and nor does the wedding. But in the best way possible. (No real plot just romantic cozy vibes enhanced by some even more romantic bit of magic).

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The sweetest dreams were the ones where she’d wake up smiling.

This morning, the sun happened to be nudging her begrudgingly awake, its bright rays interrupting the culmination of one such dream by intruding on its simpler pleasures, unjustly wrenching her out of her imagining’s conclusion and into the early morning. But before Merit could grunt or complain, she suddenly found herself unendingly warm, wrapped in serenity and being kissed very softly awake. 

The nosy sun was cast out of her field of vision by Gale’s sweet and still-sleepy face, pressing kiss after ardent kiss against the crest of her cheekbone and and then her temple before descending upon the corner of her jaw, smiling against her skin as if charmed to find Merit murmuring agreeably into waking life instead of grumbling against it in its now-unavoidable presence. 

“Morning, my love,” he murmured, the sleepy vibrato of his voice sending a pleasant shiver down her spine. “How are you feeling?"

Merit used to hate mornings. It usually meant she had to leave the wealth of her dreams and get to work, the bakery unable to open on its own. Business was never one for a holiday, so any notions she had about leisurely playing her lyre or working on a song would have to wait. But mornings with Gale were decidedly different, and often the stuff of what her dreams were made of.

Unlike her shabby bed above the bakery, their four-poster here was furnished generously with the coziest of surroundings: warm pillows, a down blanket, and an endless sense of well-being - the very embodiment of the indulgent feeling of staying in bed eternally with nowhere to go and nothing on the agenda, its comforts eternally present for the taking and for the express purpose of relishing in. Even if they got up at a reasonable hour, every dawn with Gale felt like this - unendingly easy and dreamlike in its simplicity.

“Morning,” she echoed with a lazy smile, wrapping her arms around his neck and tickling the top of his naked back with the delicate edge of her fingernails. Merit pressed a kiss to his mouth and soaked in the taste of him. “And better, now that we’re laying like this.”

Gale smiled against her lips, pulling her closer until they were utterly chest-to-chest, his skin charmingly warm where it met hers. Merit hooked one of her legs around his, their bodies ensconced in the blanket draped about them, trapping their shared heat as if promising them safety from the day beyond. Gale urged them even closer as he drew her into an even deeper kiss, his hips digging deliciously into hers. Merit’s breath caught in her throat at the sentiment and the sensation, now more awake - yet more dreamily so - than she had been a moment ago, both jolted yet soothed as if firmly pressed between two worlds and now existing peacefully between them. 

Just as Merit felt as if Gale were about to speak again, he kissed her instead, his lips insistent against hers as she sighed against him. It was a pleasant way to greet the morning, one Merit would never begrudge no matter how good her dreams were beforehand. But what Merit was unsure about was whether or not she’d want to leave this bed at all afterwards.

Merit ran a hand through Gale’s hair as his hands roamed over the back of her, one tucking itself between her nightshirt and her skin as the other raked at the small of her back as he pulled her forever closer. He parted her lips with his tongue, an errant, tired hunger overcoming her at the feel of it. But after tracing her mouth for a beat, Gale almost reluctantly pulled away and looked at her with a yearning almost unknown to Merit. Which was certainly saying something.

The hand Gale held at the small of her back traced an unseen pattern against her skin, as if in lieu of a question, resting his forehead gently against hers as his eyes searched her own. Merit wanted to ask what was on his mind, her brain instead only capable of admiring the way he looked at her before pressing a pleading kiss to the corner of his mouth. Apparently, this was all it took to wrench the truth out of him, even if the words were not at all what Merit was expecting.

“Marry me,” Gale exhaled simply against her lips, his mouth still close enough to hers to share breath. His voice was still gravelly and deep from only just waking, slow and sweet but rough enough around the edges that even the mere sound of it made Merit blush, let alone the contents of his words. Even if the request itself was not new to her. 

“You already have my answer,” she said softly, kissing him again, careful this time to lightly, lovingly bite his bottom lip before pulling away. Teasing, affectionate. Gale only looked at her hungrily through heavy-lidded eyes. “A thousand times yes.”

It had been so sweet, the way he asked her. Having played through the scenario so many times in his head before voicing his question, Gale had somehow forgotten to actually ask her to marry him before posing a quipping query as to whether Baldur’s Gate had room enough for two Dekarioses, thus spoiling the surprise and leaving him red-faced as he owned up to the slip and asked her anyway. 

Gale only blushed again at the recollection of it, even if Merit found him all the more endearing for it.  She pressed another kiss to his cheek now, his skin almost searing-hot against her lips, leaning into her as she then kissed his mouth again, playing nicely this time. One of Gale’s hands threaded itself through her hair, his thumb lazily caressing the side of her neck in a way that made Merit shiver pleasantly again.

“I had it all planned out, you see-” Gale admitted through a flurry of kisses, “-meticulously detailed down to the second. Another proposal, a proper one, and the wedding of course, but-” he allowed no moment between them for a reply, instead kissing her again and even more deeply this time as he threaded his unspoken want into the way his mouth met hers.“I’m not entirely sure -” he said again, pulling away to drink in the sight of her before eventually kissing Merit again, “I don’t think I can wait a moment longer.” 

They’d agreed to stay in Baldur’s Gate, for now, at least until Merit’s part of the city was rebuilt somewhat, still wracked with guilt for leaving just before the cult of the Absolute infiltrated her stomping grounds, but she’d heartily agreed to taking his name when they eventually reached Waterdeep with the intention of settling there. It was only a matter of days until they set off, in fact, their tickets to sail aboard the next passenger ship heading there sitting on the desk not a few feet from where they lay now. 

“Shadowheart’s a cleric, and Astarion was a magistrate once, no? Though I suppose his license has long since expired,” Gale proffered again into another hungry kiss, “We can ask them over for lunch, see which one might be willing, or perhaps able to-”

“Marry us?” Merit finished for him, smiling as she simply let Gale kiss her. Gale nodded fervently against her mouth, slowing his kiss this time until it was syrupy sweet and utterly sating. 

“Precisely,” he exhaled, his voice still low and husky. He paused just-so, his lips brushing against Merit’s as his eyes locked with hers, his gaze ever-loving and filled with a longing that Merit knew well even if it still managed to set her heart ablaze.

His sudden earnest desire to entwine his life with hers without his already more-than-half-planned wedding nearly stunned her completely. But perhaps this was his grand gesture, his impassioned plea of love for her, so overcome with ardent affection that he simply didn’t need anything else. Nothing other than her, only that he wanted her now. And the way he kissed her then only seemed to prove her theory all the more correct. Not that she would say no to any further coercing…

Merit wanted to believe it to be true, once upon a time consulting their matching tadpoles to bridge the gap between their minds and confirm her hypothesis before jumping to conclusions. But with the tadpole long-gone, Merit resorted to reluctantly pulling out of Gale’s kiss and searching his eyes instead. His brown irises were honeyed in the morning light, his hair more chestnut than deep brown too, as if his every feature were laced with spun sugar. She soaked in the moment and committed it to memory as she awaited Gale’s response, eager to hear his inevitable elaboration.

Merit knew it was forthcoming, she could see it on his face. Plain as day. I am many things, he’d once said. But coy’s not one of them. She smirked at the memory as well as in anticipation, her expression blooming into a full smile by the time the gleam in his eye betrayed his ulterior motives and his usual fervent excitement whenever he had the chance to explain something reared its endearing head. 

He pressed one more kiss to her lips and another along the crest of her cheekbone before eventually reaching towards the nightstand nearest his side of the bed, the blanket falling from his broad shoulders in a way that had Merit yearning to pull him back towards her if only to run her fingers across the pleasing edges of his back. She bit down the desire as he retrieved a small, cerulean pouch from the table and presented it to her with one hand, his other hand grasping both of hers and silently instructing that she hold her palms out for the catching. Gale’s eyes were fixed on the small satchel, though hers flickered over to his face, watching on as a familiar anxiety plagued his features, his grip on her faltering only slightly as two small pieces of metal dropped from the velvet casing and into the plush of her palms. As if rehearsed, one fell into her right hand and the other in her left, each of them glittering with morning light. Rings. 

Rings. Merit gasped, the realization dawning on her. 

“Remember when I was late the other day? Returning from the High Hall?” he asked in a quiet rush, his words almost tripping over themselves. “Well, I’d found a Waterdhavian jeweler by chance, someone displaced by the battle. Apparently they’d had a rather well-to-do shop just inside the gate, not sure if you were ever familiar with it, though why you would be - I don’t know, perhaps your parents had gone there, or, you’re rather a fan of jewelry though so perhaps you’d already-” Gale shook his head, flustered. Merit only bit back a smile, admiring the lines in his face as he tried to get to his point. “Anyway, I’d run into them before, and they mentioned something about… well, maybe it would be best I just demonstrate.”

With a slightly trembling hand, Gale plucked the ring from her left palm and held it up in the shafts of light filtering in from their bedroom window, somehow both gold and silver in the early morning haze. Merit’s eyes fixed upon the ring, soon recognizing that the warring gilt and argent tints were not due to the dawning sun alone.

“‘Tis a Waterdhavian tradition, to halve rings belonging to those betrothed. The non-matching halves are then fused to create a new ring, each one to fit the wearer as needed. I wanted it to be a surprise, so I measured your broken ring of warding first and-”

As if testing his own theory, but also miming the ceremony of it, Gale gently placed the ring on Merit’s finger, the sliver of a smile overcoming his face when it settled snug against her skin. A perfect fit.

At a loss for words, Merit’s eyes went wide at the sight of it: Gale’s careful hand eclipsing hers as the fitted ring caught the light again as if like a far-off star or a planet paling in the moonlight, fading just before the dawn but growing strong again against the sun. Whatever she was dreaming of earlier, no matter how pleasant, it could never compare to this.

Merit’s breath caught in her throat, her eyes finally looking away from her hand to Gale again. Like the night she errantly shared her desire to kiss him in the Weave, like the night he confessed his ill-timed love for her, and when he asked her how she felt the following morning, Gale’s eyes were wide as they met hers, a certain brand of uncertainty painting his features that made Merit melt a little. 

In lieu of responding, her tongue unable to utter words, she took the ring from her other hand and reached for Gale’s. His eyes went wider if possible, soothing only when she placed the matching ring on his respective finger.

She had a quip poised then, something both clever and romantic on the tip of her tongue, but instead Merit was overcome with an unexpected rush of glowing heat and assuring stillness, something not unlike the sun filtering down on their waking forms now only she felt it through her the entirety of her body as well as within the depths of her very soul. She looked at Gale again, her own eyes wide with mild trepidation as it was now his turn to smile and draw her close.

He took her ringed hand in his, fanning his palm beneath hers until both rings lay side-by-side with their fingers splayed, each one glinting in the early light glowing about them, still wrapped in their bedsheets.

“It’s perfect,” Merit exhaled in an exalted whisper, the words falling from her mouth before she even got to think them, the sentiment truer than true. “Even if we manage to get someone to ordain our vow today or in a tenday, next month, or even next year, you already know I’m yours.”

Merit threaded her fingers through Gale’s, their rings chiming lightly with the motion. Gale pulsed his grip on hers, as if setting the sentiment in stone and reassuring himself that she was earnest. 

“I’m yours,” she echoed again, looking him in the eye this time. He stilled beneath her gaze, his expression softening. He leaned over, tucking his other thumb and forefinger beneath her chin and pulled her face close to his, pausing just before their noses touched.

“You are the happiness I never dreamed I could deserve,” he uttered, the awe of it clear in his voice as well as his expression, though Merit had no time to soak it in because Gale pulled her into yet another hungry kiss.

And with that, they dissolved back beneath the bed sheets, sinking against the mattress as their limbs entwined around each other more fervently now, drawing the other further against them as if they could never be close enough. Merit was about to drink all of Gale in when she felt an errant pulse against her newly christened finger, a shudder running through her at the recognition of it. Gale only smiled shyly against her, holding his hand up against hers again, their rings chiming once more like glass cups clinked in cheers.

“I enchanted them, as well,” he said, his face growing a delightful shade of pink. Merit’s head sunk delectably into the pillow beside her as she watched him and drank in his fervent expression, always tickled to see him talk so animatedly about magic, or anything really. “So long as we wear these, we can… sense, so to speak, each other’s heartbeat. What the other is feeling. Or thinking, even, so long as it’s simple and earnest.”

Gale placed a timid hand against Merit’s chest, bringing her own hand towards his. Their eyes locked as Merit’s breath caught in her throat again, and within a second she felt it: their respective heartbeats thrumming as one, each reflected and reverberated in the ring each of them wore. Merit’s mouth opened again, about to voice some inner thought, but Gale stopped her with a careful but eager finger placed gently to her lips. 

“Wait,” he instructed reverently, closing his eyes this time. 

Merit’s brows furrowed, a knotting confusion pooling at the center of her. But then she felt it, no, sensed it. Or perhaps something else…

As if both detecting the thought as well as hearing it in her mind’s eye, like a conjured memory, she gleaned an indisputably simple but heartfelt I love you from Gale. Followed quickly, fervently, by an ever so much, until the end of time. It was as if he’d spoken it, thought it, and willed it into being, all rolled into one, impelling the thought into her mind as if not quite reading it but instead as if he’d placed a note there for her leisure. It was like the tadpole but kinder, more consenting. And ever so sweet.

Gale’s expression softened as both of their eyes opened, silently expressing a friendly now you try.

Merit focused her thoughts on the ring around her finger, imagining its twin around Gale’s and thought, I am so utterly in love with you, Gale Dekarios.

Her finger thrummed as it relayed its message, soft but insistent in its delivery. Somehow she knew that the sentiment was sent and that it was received in kind, the verification only making itself known to her as Gale’s soft gaze met hers once more. The smile that slowly overcame his face then was a sight that instantly reduced each of Merit’s limbs to jelly, melting against him as if he were the sun itself and she the quiet morning come to greet him. 

Gale’s hand finally brought her chin towards his, their mouths meeting in a kiss that could eclipse all kisses. Merit’s knees buckled even though she wasn’t standing, lovedrunk against Gale’s reclined body as she dissolved even further into a sentimental mess beside him, her chest brimming with a well of affection that encompassed everything she’d felt for him from the moment they’d first met until now, and each of her errant daydreams in between. She was about to wonder whether this impression was enough for the ring to handle in the delivery of her devoted directive when she suddenly felt the same emotion in kind, emanating from Gale both in the way he kissed her as well as in the way the ring enigmatically explained to her without words.

The closest thing to this Merit could fathom was the night Gale spent with her in the Weave, and yet it still wasn’t quite the same. This somehow bridged the best of both worlds, the corporeal and the incorporeal rolled into one, both separate from yet in complete complement to each other. Just as they were, together. 

Gale’s kiss intensified, his every sigh against her another plea to hold her closer, his every tug another petition to prayer, to worship at the altar of her. His tongue probed hers in a way that made Merit whimper into his kiss, his hands spiriting over the skin of her back before slowly moving to the front of her, his thumbs tracing the outline of each of her breasts. Merit wriggled out of his tempting grasp and smiled into his kiss, laughing lightly as she caught him in the act.

“What do you think you’re doing?” she teased, though she had no intention of making him stop. She kissed him again, one of her hands descending down toward the crux of him, idly thinking two can play that game.

But before she could feel too playful about it, Gale responded with an ardently uttered, “Making love to my wife,” in such a quiet and earnest admission that Merit stilled. She pulled out of his kiss for just a moment, relishing in the way his hands felt on her skin as well as hers on his. His eyes met hers in a half-lidded and utterly heartfelt way that made her heart sing. The way he looked at her now, the way he felt against her, and the way their respective rings echoed their inner and outward desires in kind was beyond any dream Merit could ever deign to even hope to have.

It wasn’t long before Merit enveloped Gale in yet another kiss, one she did not intend to end any time soon, both of them descending again beneath the bed sheets as if they might never breach the surface even for breath.

Waking life was proving to be much sweeter than anything Merit’s mind might have otherwise conjured in sleep, her life shaping up to be a dream she never need wake from. 

#bg3 #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #gale x tav #gale x oc #my writing #tried finding a line from this for the title but went w/this one #even if it reminds me of that stucky 'we deserve a soft epilogue my love' quote lmao #I think it fits though