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you're the light, you're the night | @howdoyousleep3 steve rogers x bucky barnes | explicit | wip
notable tags: mafia/mob au, arranged marriage, slow burn, daddy kink, violence (gun, threats, blood), found family, pov steve rogers, pov bucky barnes, falling in love, angst, happy ending
summary: After his father's careless mistake, Bucky Barnes' life becomes controlled by the Bratva. The multiple jobs he works to support his family, his ill sister's treatment, his paused education, his nonexistent love life; every dull and draining day blurs together as he lives his life for everyone but himself...until he's given a way out. Leave Russia and move to New York City, marry a man named Steve Rogers, and his father's debt will be forgiven in full, his family taken care of. To Bucky, it seems like an obvious decision. But when the stranger he ends up marrying turns out to be involved in the same illicit world Bucky was eager to leave behind, and with a menacing rival that threatens the life he's desperately trying to find his footing in, Bucky feels as if he's in more trouble now than when he had the Bratva breathing down his neck.
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playlist | steve's introduction | bucky's introduction
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maddiewritesstucky · 1 year
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Kiss The Quarterback — Part One
When star quarterback Steve and his right-hand man Bucky lead their team to a National Championship, Senator Rogers takes it upon himself to invite the two young athletes to meet with him in person to celebrate their victory.
But the Senator has more than a congratulatory handshake in mind, and what transpires behind the closed door of the Senator’s office is beyond any reward the boys could ever have expected...
Rating: Explicit
Word count: 3.6k
Tags: gang bang adjacent, oral sex, blow jobs, dirty talk, humiliation (verbal and physical), degradation, voyeurism, authority kink, daddy kink, power dynamics, dom/sub relationship, orgasm control, free use, hand job, light subspace, edging, enthusiastic consent
A/N: Originally written as a birthday gift for our girl @rainbowsandcoconut, Sister K @howdoyousleep3​ and I are so excited to finally share our first ever collaboration! This fic is POV switching, between Jock Steve and Intern Bucky. The scandal is only just beginning — Part 2 coming soon.
Find more of K’s Senator here, and my Jocks here.
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“I’m gonna flirt with him.” 
“Bucky, no.”
“I am, I’m gonna do it.”
“You are not gonna flirt with the state fucking Senator, Bucky. Don’t blow this for us.”
“Oh, I’ll blow something,” Bucky laughs, reaching to tug at the collar of Steve’s dress shirt. “You fuckin’ seen Senator Rogers? Guy looks like he could bench press you.”
Steve bats Bucky’s hands away, and turns to survey his reflection in the floor-to-ceiling window; nervously brushing at his suit. “You’re a pain in my ass, you know that? Fuckin’ knew I should’ve brought Wilson instead.” 
“Jesus, Steve, would you relax? This is a privilege, remember?” Bucky says, dripping sarcasm as he parrots their coach’s words from earlier. “You brought home the championship, and now you get to shake the Senator’s hand, can you believe?” 
“Oh my god, would you shut—”
“Mr. Rogers, Mr. Barnes?” A woman with dark-rimmed glasses and a clipboard raps on the doorframe of the small waiting room, gesturing for them to follow her out into the hall. “The Senator is ready for you now. This way, please.” 
The way Bucky grins when Steve looks his way does absolutely nothing to quell Steve’s anxiety.
“Showtime…”
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“You just sit there and look pretty for our guests. You think you can do that for me?” 
The Senator’s breath blows hot and damp across Bucky’s jaw, the drag of Steve’s teeth making him squirm in his chair. A small kiss to his chin is soothing but he wants one on his lips, huffs for it, fingers digging into the front of Steve’s suit jacket. 
“Yes, Daddy,” he replies, easy like a hot knife through butter. He gets a kiss on his cheek for his troubles, but he’s needy, wants a proper kiss, right on his lips. 
“You ever see these guys before? These college jocks?” Steve asks him with a grip of his chin, and Bucky shakes his head in response. 
“I think you’re in for a treat, sweetheart. How hospitable are you feelin’ tonight?” he asks and what...what does that mean? Bucky’s eyebrows knit together in confusion until Steve clarifies.
“Should I offer up my slutty intern to these boys? Give them my own little present for winning the National Championship?” 
Oh.
Bucky’s body clenches up immediately, neck going weak but the Senator holding his chin taut. This time he is given a kiss to his parted lips, one laced with the ghost of a smirk, one that drinks his whine right off of his mouth. It’s hypothetical, fantasy, an inquiry meant to make Bucky wiggle in his seat, but it makes Bucky achy. 
His Daddy offering him up to someone else? The chance to make the Senator proud? Bucky is more than okay with that.
He purses his lips into the chaste kisses Steve gives him, but now he’s hungry, now he wants more, asks for it with a pull on Steve’s suit. The Senator bats Bucky’s hands away as he stands. 
“Maybe Daddy’ll give you a little treat before you head home tonight if you’re good for me.” 
Bucky has no chance to respond to Steve’s offer, swallowing down yet another disgusting whine instead of letting the older man hear it. Steve turns towards the sharp knock at the door, Bucky standing on wobbly legs and following suit. 
“Gentlemen! I hear congrats are in order…” 
Bucky almost falls right back down into his chair.
“Senator Rogers, thank you so much for inviting us to meet with you.” 
“Oh, the pleasure is all mine. I’ve been watching you boys from the beginning of the season and now you’re here? C’mon, I had to congratulate you in person.” 
Bucky is almost certain he’s walked into a wet dream. Chiseled jawlines, summer sky eyes, muscle and strength as far as the eye can see— these athletes have most definitely starred in some of Bucky’s recurring fantasies. Bucky is so taken aback that he barely makes out the Senator’s words as the blond, first through the door, turns to Bucky. 
“This is one of my interns, James,” The Senator offers, and Bucky is nodding his head like he’s got a jar of marbles for a brain, reaching for the extended hand in front of him. The blond beefcake flashes Bucky a dazzling smile that has butterflies swooping down and all throughout Bucky’s belly and he introduces himself with a confident and kind, “Steve. It’s nice to meet you, James.” 
Bucky barely has time to give proper attention to how warm Steve’s hands are, that grip, before Steve is moving to the side and—
Bucky almost bends to pick his jaw up off the floor. 
“How’s it goin’?”
A second grip and handshake Bucky wants to hold tightly to, this time accompanied by a smirk that surely drops panties on the regular. There’s strength behind this handshake as well, an edge of cockiness that Bucky could grow addicted to. Dark hair pulled back, unassuming strength, the plushest mouth Bucky has ever set eyes on, and the axis of Bucky’s world has tilted. 
The Senator, Bucky’s own Daddy, momentarily slips from the forefront of his mind until the older man is guiding, offering up a, “Sit, sit, please,” as he gestures to the sitting area. The notepad that Bucky has been clutching against his chest almost needs to be adjusted to cover his crotch, but he’s afraid that if he moves it whatsoever, his hands will wander to the endless amounts of tightly-packed muscle spread out in front of him. 
He manages to find his seat in the chair next to the Senator’s, coffee table between their pair of chairs and the leather couch the two athletes seat themselves at. When he looks up and over at the man to his left, the man who just kissed him breathless before inviting these jocks into his office, the Senator is already looking over at him. 
Bucky wrings his hands when the state rep gives him a knowing look and a wink. 
“When I invited the Quarterback I wasn’t sure who you’d bring, but I should have known it would have been your right hand man. You two make quite the duo out there on the field, don’t you?”
Bucky has never really been a fan of sports. He goes to games, enjoys the atmosphere, but won’t seek it out on his own. He doesn’t understand but a handful of details about sports as a whole, and he feels himself begin to detach from the conversation playing out in front of him. All he knows are the things that have been mentioned in passing: these two men are on the football team that won the National Championship, one is the Quarterback, and they’re here on Capitol Hill in order to meet with the President, which they had done earlier that day. 
He’s sure he would have paid more attention to sports over the past few years if any of the athletes had looked like this. 
Steve looks like he could carry Bucky around on his hip with one arm, has the biceps to show it, the shoulder span no doubt proof of that as well. Bucky feels like he might begin to sweat under the collar of his shirt when his eyes lock with that plump bottom lip. 
He wants to sit on that bottom lip. 
He blushes furiously, knows his cheeks have to be opaque and obvious. Damn the Senator for planting the seed of fantasy in his brain with a kiss seconds before inviting these men into his office. How is Bucky supposed to have any thoughts that aren’t laced with sex? 
When he diverts his eyes away from Steve in hopes of reeling himself in, he’s met with a smirk on a mouth that might be more sinful than the Quarterback’s. First his lips, the suggestive smirk, then the eyes and Bucky has never felt so caught in his life. 
The dark-haired Wide Receiver is just as startlingly handsome as Steve is, within that sphere of beauty that has Bucky’s pants growing tighter by the second, yet somehow different. Steve almost looks like someone Bucky wants to rough up, a pretty face, eyes that Bucky wants to see messy with tears. He wants to rock himself in Steve’s lap and possibly make him beg. But this other guy? 
Bucky wants this hunk to shove him face-down into the mattress and make him squeal.
The added raise of an eyebrow has him suddenly and desperately thinking of a valid enough excuse to leave the room to get his shit in check. There is business to conduct, pleasantries to be had, and Bucky can’t sit here fantasizing about the plethora of ways he can manage to take both of the athletes on this couch. 
He’s so in his head he hasn’t realized the silence surrounding them all and...it isn’t a pleasant silence. What had Bucky missed? He glances over at the Senator and wishes he had more time to divert the conversation elsewhere, to see if that familiar sneer can be muffled by pointless small talk. 
But nothing could prepare Bucky for Senator Rogers to open his mouth and say, without reservation, “So, Steve, you play this good ‘cause he’s suckin’ your dick, or is he suckin’ it ‘cause you keep on winning shit?”
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Steve’s distantly aware of Bucky barking a laugh that rings way too loud in the confines of the office, but he can’t compute anything beyond the words that have just left the Senator’s mouth. 
Only moments ago, they were talking about the rigors of training schedules and pre-season diets, and now suddenly the Senator is hitting Steve with the one question he’s been living in mortal fear of ever since he and Bucky started their...whatever it is they’re doing. 
Steve doesn’t even know whether it’s a genuine question or just a joke, and he’s sure it’s written all over his face that he has absolutely no fucking idea how he’s supposed to respond.
“What, um...what do you…” 
“Oh, come on, kid,” the Senator rocks back in his chair, smirking conspiratorially. “You don’t have to play dumb in here. You might have the rest of your team fooled, but you’re not gonna sit there and tell me it’s all just sportsmanship I’m seein’ between you two.” 
Steve can only stare, mouth agape and any words he might otherwise hope to speak immovably lodged in his throat. He looks over at Bucky, the pleading look of a drowning man, but Bucky’s fucking cackling; throwing his hands up with a resigned shrug.
“He ain’t wrong, pal,” he grins back at Steve. “My mouth is the real secret to your success.”
“Bucky, I really don’t think we shou—” 
“Hey, hey,” the Senator holds up his hands in a placating gesture, “don’t worry, it’s not gonna leave this room.” His gaze flicks over to the young intern seated next to him, and drifts slow down the length of his body, “...We all got our secrets.”
Steve’s stomach flips at the brazenness of the gesture. There’s nothing subtle about the way James shivers under the Senator’s attention; everything about their rapport screaming headline-in-the-making. 
Senator Rogers is doing fuck all to hide it, too, which is making Steve feel hot in ways that have nothing to do with the tight fit of his suit or the unseasonably warm weather.
“Scandal recognizes scandal, don’t it, Senator?” 
Steve’s head whips round at Bucky’s drawled remark. 
Bucky’s sitting there, completely unflinching in the cocky set of his smile, meeting the full force of the Senator’s surprised stare head-on, and Steve doesn’t know whether to apologize on Bucky’s behalf, or just stand up and show himself out.
He chances a look over at the intern, whose rose-flushed cheeks have bloomed a darker shade of crimson; his eyes carefully glued to the notepad clutched in his lap, and his bottom lip caught between his teeth.
It’s a painfully awkward moment. The entire room is silent save for the heavy, rhythmic tick of the grandfather clock inset into the bookcase, and Steve’s screaming internal monologue, which he’s only half certain no one else can hear at this point. 
“Senator Rogers, I…” 
He’s not sure what he plans to say, he just knows he needs to say something before the tension in the room reaches critical point.
But then, inexplicably, the Senator grins.
“It’s alright, Steve,” he sighs. His eyes don’t budge from their deadlock on Bucky, but they narrow a little as he regards him. “I had a mouth on me too, when I was young.”
Steve looks back and forth between the Senator and Bucky, noting the dusting of pink that’s crept onto Bucky’s cheeks. 
He also notes - with great interest - that Bucky is the one who breaks first, dropping his gaze to the coffee table situated between them.
“Mm, that’s what I thought,” the Senator hums. 
He tilts his head, smiling something calculating as he watches Bucky squirm in his seat. He doesn’t let up his stare, even as he speaks to address his intern.
“James, would you go and close the door, please?”
Bucky looks up at that, looks at Steve with a question in his eyes. But Steve is watching the intern, whose face has done something indecipherable at the request. 
“Of course, sir,” James responds immediately. He rises from his seat to head for the door, but he doesn’t make it two steps before Senator Rogers is stopping him with a hand gripped firmly on his arm. 
“Of course, who?” 
James’s breath catches audibly in his throat. He looks at the Senator; looks over at Steve and Bucky, and then back again, his eyes wide. 
Steve doesn’t know exactly what he’s expecting to happen next, what it is the intern said wrong in that exchange, or what the Senator is wanting from him. But he sure as hell isn’t expecting the next words that come out of James’s sinfully pink mouth. 
“...Of course, Daddy.”
Bucky’s whole body tenses at Steve’s side. “Holy shit,” he whispers, leaning in to get at Steve’s ear. “I’m gonna make you call me that.” 
“No you’re fuckin’ not.” 
There’s a part of Steve that’s saying he and Bucky should probably get up and leave right about now. But there’s another, louder part that wants to find out where the hell this is all going, and what the Senator could possibly have in mind that warrants a closed door. 
More to the point, Steve’s pretty damn certain that he wants to be a very active part of whatever Senator Rogers has in mind.
He watches James walk over and push the heavy oak door shut; the click of the latch resounding through the room. It feels like they’re about to be let in on something illicit, sitting there as the intern closes them all into the privacy of the Senator’s office together.
It becomes really fucking clear that that’s exactly what’s about to happen, when James turns to come back to his seat, and Senator Rogers raises a hand to halt him in his tracks; snapping his fingers, and pointing to the floor by his feet.
“Crawl,” he growls.
The intern sinks lithely to his knees with a soft whine; his gaze fixed glassy and wanting on the Senator, and the practiced ease of the movement isn’t lost on Steve. 
James moves like he’s done this a thousand times, shoulders and hips rolling slow as he shifts forward on hands and knees. The implication of it has Steve’s head spinning; has his cock twitching behind his zipper. 
He looks up to find the Senator staring right at him with a knowing smirk.
“He’s something, ain't he?” Senator Rogers cocks his head toward James, now kneeling at his feet. “Fuckin’ nightmare trying to find a good intern these days, I swear.”
“Yeah…I don’t think they cover submission in PoliSci,” Bucky scoffs, though Steve can hear the faint tinge of awe in his voice. 
The Senator must catch it too, because he pins Bucky with a look and slowly extends a hand down towards James, two fingers outstretched.
“Indeed not, Mr. Barnes,” he sighs as James takes his fingers into his mouth, “James is what we call a ‘natural talent.’”
If they were anywhere else, Steve would be screaming. He’d be smacking Bucky on the arm, and pointing wildly across the room, and asking if this entire fucking thing is some unhinged dream.
Because there is no way, no way, that the actual, real life Senator Rogers is sitting across from them, making direct eye contact as his fingers get a suck job from his intern...who is unashamedly making sex noises, and all but rocking his hips down into the floor as he works his mouth around his boss’s digits.
It’s a scene plucked straight out of a porno - one that Steve would save in his bookmarks bar, and create a desktop shortcut to, and have a link pasted into the notes section of his phone, just in case he somehow lost his other access to it. 
It’s all so deeply wrong, and Steve knows that objectively he should be feeling a whole lot of things about what he’s seeing right now...but it’s fucking hot. 
The Senator is hot, and the intern is fifty shades of Steve’s type, and Steve’s never had much of a poker face when it comes to seeing something he likes.
“Think you’ve got a fan, James,” the Senator rumbles. 
He slips his fingers free from between James’ spit-slick lips, hushing him when he whines and gripping him instead by the chin. 
“Lucky for you, Steve,” the Senator begins, “James here was just telling me before you boys came in that he’s feeling particularly generous today. Ain’t that right, sugar?” 
Steve’s pulse rate goes through the roof as the intern nods, flicking his tongue out over his lips.
“Yeah, you’re gonna be real hospitable, aren’t you?” The timbre of Senator Rogers’ voice dips dark as he leans in to speak right up against James’ lips. “Gonna treat our guests nice, make sure everyone’s taken care of…” 
James is nodding vehemently; huffing soft, breathy moans that are going straight to Steve’s dick. 
Bucky’s not faring much better; keyed-up energy coming off him in waves as he sits there with fingernails dug into his thighs and his breaths shuddering slightly on the exhale. 
Steve desperately wants to know what Bucky’s face is doing right now, but he couldn’t look away from this if he tried; his stare fixed on the flush creeping down beneath the intern’s collar as he hangs on the Senator’s every word.
“Give Daddy a kiss,” Senator Rogers commands. 
He sits back just enough to see that James has to work to reach him, but reach him he does; fighting past the Senator’s grip on his chin with a frustrated huff that only makes the older man laugh. 
When their lips meet, the Senator doesn’t so much kiss his intern, as he allows the intern the privilege of kissing him, and it’s clear that James knows where the power lies. He knows, and he’s weak for it; kissing Senator Rogers like he’s trying to prove a point. 
Steve doesn’t even realize he’s tucked a hand between his own thighs to press at the ache in his dick until the Senator pulls back, eyeing Steve pointedly and using his grip on the intern’s chin to turn his face toward Steve.
“Now look at that, I think the Quarterback’s feelin’ a little lonely over there...Go show him how well you keep a lap warm, James.”
Steve’s pulse turns erratic as he watches the intern slowly get to his feet and walk towards him. Senator Rogers is murmuring encouragement aimed at the both of them, telling Steve to relax and prompting James to ‘be a good host’, but Steve still feels like he’s been sprung doing something he shouldn’t when the intern looks at him from under his lashes, and sinks down to sit across his thighs.
“Goddamn,” Bucky breathes, shaking his head. “Tell him he’s pretty, Stevie, I wanna see if he blushes.” 
Steve swallows hard. James feels so slight in his lap, almost dainty in the way he’s perched, and Steve just about has to sit on his hands to stop them migrating to the guy’s waist just to see if they can span around his middle. He is pretty, even more so up close with his cupid’s bow lips and the little dip in his chin, and the vaguely glazed look in his eyes like getting passed around is all he’s ever wanted in life. 
But that doesn’t change the fact that the Senator is watching Steve’s every move with an inscrutable smile, and Steve has no clue where the limits are in this situation.
“He’s, uh...he’s…”
“Oh, your boy’s shy, huh?” the Senator grins at Bucky. “Get a little dumb with something sweet in his lap?” 
Bucky huffs a laugh, kicking a foot out to scuff at Steve’s. “With anything in his lap.”
“Mm, there’s something about these easy boys, ain’t there?” Senator Rogers sighs fondly with a tilt of his head. “How does he like to be kissed?” 
The intern tenses in Steve’s lap, gasping quiet to match Steve’s own. 
Bucky looks at Steve’s mouth as he answers, flippant like Steve’s not right fucking there. “Kissing’s not part of our deal, I only ever did it once. But if I remember right, he almost shot off from having that fat bottom lip sucked.”
Senator Rogers hums an approving sound. He settles back in his seat, turning his attention back to Steve and his lapful of vaguely trembling intern. 
“Go on then, James,” the Senator nods, uncrossing his legs and letting them splay open a little wider as he looks on. “Kiss the quarterback.”
...to be continued
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rubenrangelart · 1 year
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dpomalescreative · 2 years
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fandomfluffandfuck · 1 year
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hi :3 i was wondering if you could rec some of your personal favorites? stucky fics or maybe underrated stucky writers? i feel like I’ve read all the big popular fics and i crave new unexplored material.
Hey!
Honestly, a lot of the individual stucky fics I could rec have a high chance of being repeats if you've been around here long enough lol. I write much, much more than I read. Also, then, when I do read, I find myself reading the same fics over and over again because it's I know they'll be good haha. Oops?
So, I don't know how off the beaten path these fics will be, but...
Anyway, in no particular order, have some smutty recs for stucky (be sure to check the tags!)-
Fics/series:
"Maybe we'll get it all (If we choose one night)" by sourwolphs
"Short Circuit" by Chiyume
"bucky loves his 'alpha'" by hey_you_with_the_face
"Show your teeth, Now play dead" by TyrantTirade
"Innocent Until" by L1av
"we are the things that we do for fun" by Nonymos
"Check, Mate!" by talkplaylove & wearing_tearing
"Darling Wolf" by cleo4u2 & xantissa
"Titanium (I'm Bulletproof, Nothing To Lose)" by sassbandit
"much tattoo about nothing" by Deisderium
"Give a Little, Take a Little" by notlucy
"meet me in my boudoir, make my body say ah, ah, ah" by prettymalfoy
"Sweet Sugar" by this_wayward_life
"the serum amplifies" by mcwho
"Ty's porn collective!" by TyrantTirade
"Out of your system" by strebe
"How Sweet The Sound" by i_buchanan
"less talk, a little more touch" by endofadream
"Breaking Tradition" by AndreaDTX
Authors:
Roe87 - they have So So Many fics and they're so good! They surely have written something you'd be interested in reading!
LeeHan - they're a HELLA skilled artist and a fantastic writer and it's not fair. If you want SHAMELESS SMUT in the best way, their series "fucklets" are Where It's At.
thiccbuckybarnes - I 👏🏻 love 👏🏻 their 👏🏻 shit 👏🏻
MaddieWritesStucky - her fics FUCK
musette22 - stucky or evanstan, her fics are Lovely and Hot
howdoyousleep - her fics are always always always drool-worthy
mcwho - all their fics that I've read are A++ horny
13Queen - they have, like, 4 stucky fics but they all are hot as shit
greenbergsays - their fics on Tumblr are great too 👀
pandafish - I DEEPLY appreciate how fucking kinky their fics get
the1918 - she has some really, really good longer fics!!
I hope you enjoy 😘
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musette22 · 1 year
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Hiii Minniieee! I definitely have too much on my to read list and haven’t been able to read as much as I would like🥲 but I’m here asking u for more recs 😂 would u mind sharing your favorite smutty fics? The season and all the cold weather have looking for even more romantic-spicy fics 😂🫠
Hi honey! Of course, always happy to help 😌❤️‍🔥
I've recced most of these before, but it can't hurt to do it again! Some of these are smuttier than others, and some are PWP while others are longer fics with smut, but they're all excellent, imo. I've put bottom Bucky/Steve with the ones I remember off the top of my head, but yeah, obviously heed the tags before you read just in case there's anything you don't like. Hope you enjoy! <3
I can rec literally everything by mcwho (bottom!Bucky) but particularly:
sweet like honey
territorial
resisting a rest
ride in tandem
a firm hand
By Ipoiledi (bottom!Steve):
The Pugilists
Dining In
Late Show
This one
This one
This one
By Chiyume:
Sticky Fingers
Short Circuit
A Hard Case of You
By redhook:
Cause you can’t, you won't, and you don't stop
Say it louder for the people in the back
By endofadream (bottom!Steve)
i’ve got a weakness now
a desert in my heart and nowhere to hide
By notcaycepollard:
in ten breaths (it’s a miracle if we’re still alive)
i've been waiting for the sun (to rise where you are)
By @maddiewritesstucky:
Glad to love you, Steve Rogers
JockVerse
Matthew 26:41
By @howdoyousleep3 (bottom!Bucky)
we freak on the cam by howdoyousleep
Daddy Steve Rogers/Baby Bucky Barnes series
Senator Steve Rogers/Intern Bucky Barnes series
By @luninosity (evanstan)
A Place Not Far Away
come fly with me
Color in Everything
And a couple more that are honestly excellent:
Unusual Weather by novembersmith
Blush Pink by voluptuous_panic
Anything the same by Claudia_flies
Demonique by BetteNoire (WeAreWolves) 
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tulipsbymybed · 1 year
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Hi, first want to start off saying that i love your blog! you’re an amazing and talented writer! I saw an ask, asking lol, for some fanfic recommendations. i saw you mostly read on A03 (me too) and i wanted to know if you could suggest some of the latest you’ve read that you loved? i really would enjoy any fave X reader fics, not to worried about the fandom but anything with pedro would be a huge plus. i hope this is specific enough, if not please let me know and i’ll clarify some more :) thanks again!
hellooooooo! happy to help!
have a bunch of just random ones here so let me know what you like!
-one of my all time favourites is wake up by howdoyousleep i think on ao3, it's steve rogers x reader, and a teensy bit dark!steve, but it's like a reallly filthy glimpse into his mind and his feelings/horniness towards reader i have read it sooooo many fucking times! (one shot)
-reverence i think it's called on ao3, it's a two part din djarin x reader fic and it's like the perfect amount of virginal/desperate/touch starved din, and dominant but needy din! there's wet dreams, first times, masturbating, fantasies, sleepy stuff...it's perfection! (two parts)
-for the love of the game on ao3 is possibly my favourite bucky barnes x reader fic EVER it's one of the greatest things to ever come out of that site!! it's college/uni whatever baseball/jock!bucky who is a playerrrrr and kind of a dickhead, but he falls head over fucking heels for reader and is just so enamoured with her and mmmmmmmm if you read one from this list, make it this one! (multi chapter, about 15 parts i think)
-antigen on ao3 is a din djarin one shot, i haven't read it in quite a while but as far as i remember it's a sex pollen fic? i think it has some good desperate din in it who is always pretty dominant, but either way i remember i came reading it so!
-interview with the mandalorian on ao3 is also an all time favourite!! i've read it like four times and it just gets better and better honestly-it's about reader get hired to help mando with the kid etc and obvs they fall in looooove but reader has a Past and it catches up to them a lil bit and it's like ten or so chapters of fluffy pining fantastic goodness between din and reader! honestly it's an incredible read :)
-last but certainly not least, help wanted is another favourite. its a steve rogers x reader slow burn fic and i have read it nine times!!!! steve confesses to sam that's the serum has made life very...hard for him, and he's just a bit lonely really-so sam invites his friend, reader, over for spring break and the three of them get roped into babysitting like five kids across the road-hijinks ensue and steve falls very sweetly for reader while having to constantly hide his eternal boners!!
-> if you don't fancy all of them, then help wanted, reverence and for the love of the game are my top top recommendations!
i also have a bunch of fics that aren't x reader that i'd love to recommend to people if they want them as well!
hope you enjoy at least a couple of these! let me know if they were your thing!!
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howdoyousleep3 · 12 days
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Rating: Explicit (E) Word Count: 4.7K Notable Tags: Dom/Sub AU, Heavy Power Imbalance, Non-Con (from characters other than Steve and in the past, no major detail), Daddy Kink, Age Difference, Sex Trafficking, Human Trafficking, Submissive Auction, Angst With a Happy Ending, Depressive Thoughts, Depressed Bucky Barnes, Slight Stockholm Syndrome, Crying, Subspace, Blowjob, Face Fucking, Orgasm Denial, Cock Cage, Size Kink, Size Difference A/N: This was originally supposed to be published in the last Kinktober I participated in under my Age Difference day. I've only read one story that was in the Dom/Sub AU and I was so taken with it, it's all I thought about as I wrote this. It's a universe where, kind of like Omegaverse, everyone has a designation of Dominant or Submissive. I didn't dive into it too heavily, but I left it totally up for my interpretation so...don't mind me lol. Compared to what I usually write, this one is kind of twisted and dark. Please read the tags and don't continue reading if it makes you uncomfy. ❤️
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The lights in this room are much more dim than the ones in the showcase room they’ve just performed in. He feels the line of his shoulders relax at the sight, be it merely a smidgen, heart still hammering against his rib cage. His limbs continue to tremble unpleasantly, his head pounding, his hole wet and aching to the point of pain. 
He is used to this happening when he’s used without completion, climax other than his own being robbed from him, when he isn’t used for his purpose. He does as they’ve trained him though— he ignores his tender emotions and his body’s biological signs of unfulfilled submission. 
Bucky barely has half the mind to take in his surroundings, to lift his chin and glance around the room he’s quickly being shuffled into. It almost looks like a study, someone’s personal office or library. It’s deceivingly cozy with its maroon walls and moody lighting, a fireplace lit and in use on one end of the room, bookshelves lining the opposite wall. He’s slow to take in the bed in the center of the room, one that seems entirely out of place yet perfect in this setting, large and cloud-like and luxurious. 
The exhaustive ache that Bucky feels deep down to the center of his being yearns to curl up in the center of that bed like a kitten, to not be roused for hours on end. Instead he’s ordered to his knees on the rug next to it, the command settling unpleasantly on the nape of his neck like they always do. 
He looks down at himself, his nude and flushed form, eyes locking onto his hands bound and curled together in his lap, and he wonders how this is where he ended up in life. 
“Listen to me,” the handler tells him, voice unharsh yet still grating, the command one he’s forced to listen to. Bucky’s never enjoyed his designation, has rarely ever been comfortable being a Sub, but these moments are the ones he hates the most. He despises not having a choice, has a special kind of hatred for being commanded against his will, his body listening before his mind can fight against it. But he’s quick to respond, quick to mumble, “Yes, Sir,” because that’s what they’ve spent the last three months training Bucky to do. 
“You no longer belong to us,” the Dominant handler states without emotion, and even given the circumstances, relief kicks up into Bucky’s chest. “Your personal possessions are in this bag, your Dom will handle everything else once your bond is initiated. If it is initiated.” Bucky flinches. “You understand the reputation we hold here and the standards we’ve instilled in you, yes?” 
Bucky bites out another, “Yes, Sir,” before the handler is done moving purposefully around the room, coming to stand in front of Bucky. He doesn’t raise his head, just as he’s been taught.
“Good. I advise you to keep those in mind once you leave this place. You haven’t been the easiest Sub to deal with, James. I’d hate for your Dom to send you back here because you did not meet expectations. He won you fair and square with the highest bid; don’t make him regret that.” 
The severity of the situation Bucky’s been put in, the past few months, hits him in the solar plexus when he hears these words. He isn’t sure why his brain decides to catch up in this moment, why he decides to feel the weight of the past weeks here at the feet of his handler in the very last moment they’ll see each other, but he feels his chest constrict painfully. His hole aches in waves, mouth watering in preparation for what it thinks is coming, desperate, and Bucky bites back his whimper when he feels his dick wish to fill out. 
He never gets what he wants, what he needs, is always left feeling unfulfilled and purposeless. They’ve had to increase his dosage of meds they give him each day as a result of how affected he has become from touch after touch leaving him emptier and emptier. A Sub shouldn’t live like this yet here he is, having been picked up off the streets and trained to be the best of the best on such evil touches. 
He’s going to be so fucked up because of this place. 
Having been put on display in every possible way in the performance room during his shining moment, he wonders if this is the last time he’ll feel so used and hollow. Will his new Dom continue to leave him feeling so empty? Will he make Bucky do things he doesn’t want to do, use him against his will, take advantage of him and his designation? He feels so low in this moment he can’t see anything but that happening, of being owned and living this life of misery. Surely Bucky won’t survive. 
His handler doesn’t even say goodbye, doesn’t acknowledge Bucky as he leaves, and Bucky hates how much that hurts. He’s once again betrayed by his biological needs, betrayed by the intrinsic need to please and to obey, and even given the piss poor treatment they’ve put him through here, Bucky wishes his handler would leave him with more positive words, with the praise he so desperately craves. 
When he hears the door close behind the Dom, he can’t help the whimper that bubbles up and out of his mouth. 
His eyes don’t leave the floor because no one has told him he can raise his head, and even though he no longer belongs to this establishment, he can’t will his inner submissive to look up. Instead, his eyes lock onto the cage around his dick. He despises this thing. Before he was lured in with promises of a warm meal and an even warmer bed he had only heard of cock cages being utilized in either the most severe of relationships or for fun, no in between. He had never worn one until his training. 
He hates it, has tried taking it off on his own multiple times before his harshest of training had set in. He hasn’t come once during his time here, can barely remember what his own climax feels like. 
“Your pleasure no longer belongs to you, James. Your orgasms are not your own; they belong to your Dom.”
It’s ironic yet devastating to Bucky that all of this training, all of this pain, was pointless. Bucky could be a good Sub for someone, he knows it. He could give the right someone all of the things his training had brought out without the misery he’s gone through for these people. He could give his mind, body, and soul easily over to the right person. This line of thinking shifts into the only thing that brought him comfort each night; the only thing that helped him get the little sleep that he did— 
His Daddy. 
Well, hopefully his Daddy. 
If he’s the perfect man for Bucky, he’ll be his Daddy. 
And his knight in shining armor, this perfect Dom, his Daddy, would come one day to take him away from this hell. That’s what he dreamt about each night, that his Dom, strong enough for the both of them, big enough to easily cradle Bucky’s not entirely petite form close to his chest, would whisk him away from this place and give him everything he could ever need. His Dom that can teach him how to cook his favorite meals for him, his Dom that is patient, his Dom that is proud of Bucky. Every night when he needed comfort to sleep, this man would be the comfort Bucky needed to finally rest. 
Bucky wonders what his Dom is going to be like, what he’s going to look like, but most of all Bucky wonders if he is going to like Bucky. Surely he is attracted to Bucky if he got into a bidding war with someone else for Bucky, if he paid damn near a million dollars for Bucky’s bond, for his life. There is a sliver of hope that the highest bidder’s intentions are pure.
Bucky is so exhausted, right down to the bone, that he doesn’t even startle when he hears the door to the room open once more. He doesn’t lift his head, as he’s been taught, but this time he does it because of the onslaught of nerves that wrack his body. This is it, this is his new Dom, the one he’ll have for life, the one whose bond will be initiated tonight. With one last unmated deep breath, Bucky sends a wish out into the universe for his Dom to be kind, for him to show Bucky the love he’s never been given in life, to love Bucky. 
The sound of steady footsteps reach his ears at almost the same moment a sense of calm washes over Bucky’s being. It hits him in waves, drips down his spine like warm honey, a sensation so pleasurable his chest shakes with his caged sob. His nostrils fill with the scents of cinnamon and vanilla and a bonfire deep in the forest. His eyes well up with tears as he continues to look down at his hands, mind racing in disbelief at his body’s immediate reaction to his new Dom, a reaction he’s not experienced before.
Hope begins to seep into Bucky’s limbs as a pair of sleek, black boots come into view.
“James?”
Oh. 
He doesn’t realize he’s holding his breath until his next exhale comes out as a choked sob. Upon hearing that voice the hope in his body bursts, shatters, into something more fierce, something that has him responding with a quiet and thoughtless— 
“Daddy?” 
He doesn’t look up, doesn’t let his eyes leave the floor, those expensive boots. He feels his hands tremble in his lap, can almost hear them do so. He isn’t given enough time to panic about addressing his new Dom by a title that wasn’t approved by him, wasn’t given permission to use, because his Dom is responding confidently. 
“Look at me, please.”
Bucky’s eyelids flutter upon hearing the gentle command in such a soothing, rich voice, and he takes a deep and shaky breath before listening like a good boy…
And immediately begins sobbing in full.
It’s the faceless man from Bucky’s dreams, he’s sure of it. He has kind ocean eyes, an otherworldly physical presence. There’s experience etched into every part of his being, from his graying hair to the wrinkles around his eyes to the calmness that sweeps off of him in waves. He smiles down at Bucky and it makes him feel like he’s the most precious creature on the planet. 
“Oh, my angel…”
This is the man that is going to save his life.
This is his Daddy. 
With his eyesight now blurry because of his tears, he doesn’t see the hand coming down before it cups his chin. There’s a strength in this grip that Bucky knows will soothe him, hold him, love him for the rest of his life. A thumb swipes at his tears, wiping them from his cheek. He can’t remember the last time he felt such comfort from another human being. Even before he was forced into this facility, through all his sexual encounters, gentleness and softness were not things he experienced. He’s almost forgotten what it’s like, to feel a reassuring touch. 
“James,” his Daddy reverently murmurs, stroking his thumb over Bucky’s trembling bottom lip. “Why are you crying, sweetheart?” 
He swallows thickly, his eyes roving over his Daddy’s face, taking a few seconds to selfishly drink the older man in. His body reacts to its Dom’s presence like it knows its Daddy is finally here, its biological needs taking over all other needs, roaring to life within him. Bucky’s eyes fight to cross when he takes in the size of his Dom’s denim-clad thighs, how he fills out his cozy sweater. His Daddy’s so big. He wiggles his hips where he sits, chin in his Daddy’s big hand. 
“I’ve just…I’ve…I’ve been waiting for you for so long,” is what Bucky ends up saying quietly, sniffling, and his Dom’s smile is slow and sweet, like he enjoys Bucky’s answer. 
“I’ve been waiting for you forever, James.” 
Those words feel like pure sunlight.
But Bucky shakes his head without thought, stops himself abruptly after two shakes. He’s reminded then of his handler’s words, that he was a difficult Sub. He can’t take the risk of being anything but the best Sub. He’s already afraid to lose his Daddy; he has to be good. 
But his Dom has caught his defiance. 
“What is it, James?” 
“Nothing, Sir.” 
His Dom doesn’t miss a beat. 
“No, sweetheart— no lies, no holding back, no unspoken feelings. I always want to know what you are thinking, what your feelings are. So tell me, James. What is it?” 
Christ. Bucky can’t help but sniffle again, unable to get his tears under control. His Dom is perfect. 
“B-Bucky,” he mumbles. “I go by Bucky. I don’t…I don’t like James.” 
His Dom’s smile is warm, his fingers that squeeze around Bucky’s chin reassuring. He repeats Bucky’s name, practicing it a few times, each one sending Bucky melting further into his head and surely into the floor. 
“Of course, sweetheart— Bucky. My name is Steve,” he tells him, and Bucky’s insides warm with more of that sunlight Steve is bringing into his life. 
Steve. 
A strong name for a strong man, a name that belongs to a man that gently commands attention. It’s the perfect name, or so Bucky thinks.
“But you can call me Daddy, Bucky.’
That’s the best name, the perfect name. 
Hands still tied together in his lap, dick still in its cage, Bucky turns his head and nuzzles his cheek into his new Daddy’s palm, the warmth and sheer size of it making him lightheaded. It takes him a moment to recognize that this is the beginnings of him going under, of finding that sweet space within. He’d gotten so used to being forced there, his designation being used against him to put him under, that he’d almost forgotten what it was like to be sent there willingly. 
His whimpers seem endless even to his own ears. 
“Look at that,” Steve marvels from his place above Bucky, voice the most soothing of tones, a sensation in and of itself. He allows Bucky to nuzzle his cheek further into his palm, even as Bucky gives into the urge and desire to press kisses to his fingers. Such a forgiving Dom.
“I knew it the moment I laid eyes on you, that you’d be everything I’ve dreamt of having all to myself.”
Bucky sobs. The emotions that one sentence brings him is enough to beg Steve to not go any further. But Bucky is selfish, he is admittedly greedy. He’s been given nothing while being here, before this. He has continuously poured from a deserted and infinitely empty cup and has been given nothing when his heart, his mind, his body demands it, needs it, in order to survive. 
“Your tears,” Steve murmurs, interjecting his own shared line of thinking. “Are they good or bad, Bucky? Please tell me.” 
A request yet a command. A tender one. One Bucky must answer, is finally willing to answer. “Both,” is what he decides to admit. 
“Both?” 
He nods his head within Steve’s grip. “Yes, Daddy. Bad because…because I am sad for my past self. That I was never given a chance to be good and then said chance was forcefully taken away from me.” Before Steve can speak to those words, Bucky quickly continues. “But good because you’re here…you’re finally here. And I…I get to be so g-good for you.” 
Steve’s exhale is heavy, laced with a sound of pleasure that settles over Bucky’s own shoulders and neck. Bucky’s dick strains against its cage, his mind slipping from himself further. 
Steve sticks his thick thumb between Bucky’s lips and Bucky nearly sobs again, hiccuping around where he purses his mouth.
“You are extraordinary,” Steve tells him and Bucky truly believes it given his reverent tone. “The moment you stepped on stage, I knew it. I’ve been coming here for years. Did they tell you that? Years, Bucky.  I’m their hardest client to please, the one they couldn’t wait to be rid of. Money is of no importance, my preferences vague. Kept telling them I’d know when to bid, when the right Sub would be coming home with me.”  
Bucky sucks on Steve’s thumb harder, grateful to have something in his mouth as his Dom showers him with praise. 
“They even told me they’d go out of their way to find someone that fit what I was looking for, that we could forgo an auction altogether. I told them no.”
His Daddy is so powerful. 
Bucky slips further into his head. 
“Never once did I question myself; I knew you were out there. And when you stepped onto that stage with those legs and that mouth and those eyes…oh, kitten— you were made for me.” 
Bucky sways forward, head dizzy with need and relief curling together, tightly wound. Steve wraps his other fingers around Bucky’s chin, holding him steady. 
“And you’re going to be the sweetest, most affectionate boy for me, aren’t you? This is everything we’ve both been waiting for, isn’t it?”
Bucky nods his head frantically, laps at Steve’s thumb and sucks it into the back of his mouth. 
“You’re going to bring us so much joy through your submission, aren’t you? You’re going to bring us the purpose we’ve been craving. Together.” 
Bucky doesn’t know how to communicate that his feelings are terribly overwhelming, that he doesn’t know what to do with himself because of it. The force of his emotions leave his body trembling where he kneels. If Steve’s thumb weren’t in his mouth his teeth would surely be clacking against one another with the force of his tremors. His head spins in less of the dizzy way he’s been experiencing these past weeks and more in a euphoric way he’s always dreamt it could. 
His body already trusts its Daddy, leaning towards him and into his touch, loosening up further and further. The line in his shoulders softens, the tension in his thighs diminishes. Even with Steve’s thumb in his mouth, the tightness no longer residing in his jaw is obvious. 
Even as Bucky spent his nights dreaming of this moment, weeping for this moment, he never imagined it could be this perfect. 
But then Steve is reaching for his belt buckle with his other hand, the button on his black dress pants, and Bucky wonders if he is in fact dreaming. 
“Let Daddy give you something else to suck on, sugar. You look like you need it,” Steve purrs, reaching into his now open dress pants and pulling out his cock. Weeping nearly as much as Bucky has been, Steve’s cock is impossibly thick and deliciously heavy. It has Bucky’s hips wiggling once more, his vision going blurry as he’s presented with his Daddy’s cock for the very first time. He can’t stop the onslaught of sniffles and weepy eyes as he reminds himself once more that he’s so goddamn lucky Steve waited for him. 
He opens his mouth as soon as that cock is above him, letting Steve’s thumb pop from between his lips, whining as he does so. He can smell Steve from here, his warm scent with an added muskiness to it that has Bucky unabashedly groaning, tongue out. 
And then Steve pulls his balls out too, and Bucky nearly asks to be pinched. 
“Daddy…” 
“Gimme a kiss, sweetheart. Let Daddy feel that precious mouth.”
The moment the fat head of Steve’s cock lands on his tongue, Bucky feels the closest thing to submissive bliss he’s ever felt. It’s euphoric. The taste of him, this Dom, his Daddy, blooms on his tongue, bursts through his being. The taste of his excitement, his precome, forces another ragged noise from Bucky as he sucks Steve further into his mouth, savoring every inch of him. Steve’s thunderous and drawn out groan feels like a climax to Bucky.
“Oh, sweetheart,” Steve exclaims through an exhale, Bucky barely tethered to the earth. “That’s it. Show Daddy how much you’ve missed him, show him how perfect you are.”
In the three months he’s been here, servicing a Dom has not once felt like this. In his time before this, his time on the streets and beyond, he’s never felt solid within his submissiveness. The stretch of his jaw, the hot slide of velvet wrapped steel on his tongue and down his throat, the feel of Steve’s large fingers sliding through his hair; it all brings him a sense of purpose he’s failed to receive all these years. 
And he can’t help but sob around his mouthful. 
“I knew it, I…fuck, I knew you were made for me, Bucky” Steve tells him, voice full of awe and dripping with lust. “I can’t wait to see how far you drop, how far I can push you. You’re gonna let Daddy push you, aren’t you? You’re gonna let him learn all about you?” 
Bucky confirms Steve’s suspicions with another loud, garbled noise around his cock, one of obvious enthusiasm. He’s dropping hard now, wants to tell his Daddy he’s barely holding on, but then Steve’s hands are moving, holding Bucky’s head in place as he pulls his hips back. 
Using Bucky. 
What little headspace Bucky has left reserved for himself is used to marvel at how easily, how purposefully, it was for Steve to step into this role as his Daddy. 
He’d give Steve the world. 
He’ll give Steve whatever he wants, whenever he wants it, all the time. 
This is his life’s purpose now, being used for his Daddy’s pleasure, serving his Daddy. Being owned by his Daddy.
He’s left with no choice but to cry. 
Bucky opens up his throat as his eyes begin to close, leaning forward on his knees, letting Steve fuck his mouth. With an easy and sharp noise, Bucky immediately knows that Steve wants his eyes open and on him. He does just that, looking up at Steve as he sticks his tongue out obediently, moaning at the fullness of his mouth. 
“That’s it, that’s a good boy,” Steve murmurs, voice melting down Bucky’s spine as Steve’s fingers dig into his hair. “You’re so good, you’re already so good for your Daddy. Look at you, look how much you love sucking on your Daddy’s cock. You perfect baby Sub.”
Bucky’s head grows fuzzier, his dick aching, his core aching. He slurps around Steve’s cock but it does nothing to slow the trail of spit dripping down his chin and sliding towards his neck. Steve is a dream, an absolute dream. Bucky needs a communicator, needs someone who will listen and who will talk to him, especially when it’s filthy. Bucky wants to be talked dirty to, wants to experience that side of sex, especially when it’s praise. Especially when it’s from Steve. 
Without warning, Steve kicks his hips forward, a noise akin to a growl falling from his lips, his fingers tightening in Bucky’s hair. It’s a slip of his obvious control, his inner Dom breaking through, impatient. Bucky meets him full force with his own submission, moaning around his Daddy’s cock, showing him he can take it. 
“Yeah, you know what that is, don’t you? Your Sub knows a Dom when he feels one, doesn’t he?” 
Bucky’s whine is damn near desperate. 
“You know how hard it is for your Dom not to take you right here on this fucking floor, sweetheart? Makes me feel feral, the way I want to make you mine. Mhmm, your Daddy doesn’t want that though. Your Daddy wants to take you home, take you away from this place forever. He wants to treat you right.” 
Bucky swallows around his mouthful.
He can feel Steve’s groan all the way down here, down in his toes.
“Here’s what we’re going to do, sweetheart,” Steve tells him, his hands holding onto both sides of his face. He pulls his cock out of Bucky’s mouth just enough to where Bucky can only suckle on the tip of it given the restraint Steve has put him in. The connection of their eyes, the way Steve looks down at him, strikes a chord deep, deep within Bucky. 
He whimpers as he suckles on the big, swollen head of his Daddy’s cock as he listens. 
“I’m going to give you what you want. I’m going to give you my come, fill your pretty belly with it. I have a hunch that’s going to send you right under, which is perfect. You’re so perfect, angel.”
Bucky whimpers again. 
“And then Daddy’s going to take you home. And when we get home, I’m going to give you a bath and play with your little body until you’re nice and loose and ready to take my big cock.” 
Bucky whimpers again. 
“And then I’m going to fuck your little hole until it sends you right back under, until you come all over my cock, until our bond snaps into place and we finally and officially belong to one another.” 
Oh. 
Bucky sniffles as he lets Steve use his mouth, tears trailing down his cheeks and mixing with the spit smeared on his chin. He wasn’t sure if the person who bought him would want to bond so quickly, if they’d want to bond at all. It’s been implied to him since he got here that he was too difficult of a Sub to become bonded. To hear that Steve wants to take him away from this dreadful place, to their home, in order to bond with him is a dream come true. 
It’s what begins to send him under. 
“That’s it, kitten,” Steve pants, fucking himself impossibly deep into Bucky’s mouth. “That’s it, baby. Oh, I can almost feel you slipping from me. Have you stolen my heart already? Have you tempted my bond already, Bucky?” 
Bucky’s vision begins to grow fuzzy around the edges, his mind pulling in on itself, hypnotized by the drag of Steve’s cock in and out of his mouth. In and out, in and out, in and out. Blessedly not rough, but intense and all-consuming. His jaw nearly aches at the stretch of Steve’s girth and it’s— 
It’s bliss. 
Daddy’s hands in his hair, Daddy’s cock in his mouth, Daddy’s praise in his ear, Daddy’s eyes on his face, Daddy’s come on his tongue. 
“Daddy.” 
“You’re mine now, Bucky. No one is ever going to hurt you, never again. I’ll give you everything you could ever want as a Sub and as a boy. You’ll never wish for anything now that I’m your Daddy,” Steve tells him as he shoots off down Bucky’s throat, hands in Bucky’s hair, petting him as he pumps his hips.
His Daddy’s voice is steady and strong, full of promise and love. And as he kneels there at his Daddy’s feet with Steve’s warm come settling into his belly, his Daddy’s cock still in his slack mouth, Bucky finally, finally lets himself sink.
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maddiewritesstucky · 2 years
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This cannot possibly be real.  
This is just...this could be the product of concussion. They probably never won the game at all - Steve’s probably laid out in the middle of the field right now, surrounded by medics ‘cause he got sacked so bad his brain’s having to fire off hyper-realistic porn scenarios just to give him something to live for.  
The intern is sucking on his bottom lip like it’s a fucking gummy candy, humming a happy little sound like it’s some kinda treat for him that Steve’s just said yes to a blow job, and the Senator - the goddamn Senator -  is the playmaker of it all.
Fuck, Steve might be dead.
—Crossover coming October—
Get to know my Jocks and K’s Senator 🤍 Find K’s teaser here
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silence in the ears, darkness of the mind
author: howdoyousleep
“Look at me, please.”
Bucky’s eyelids flutter upon hearing the gentle command in such a soothing, rich voice, and he takes a deep and shaky breath before listening like a good boy…
And immediately begins sobbing in full.
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Post-EG fic exploring Stephen's thoughts, ft. survivor's guilt.
From You I Cannot Hide (ao3) - SailorChibi steve/tony, bucky/natasha M, 66k
Summary: Being a sub isn’t the worst thing in the world. Being a sub who doesn’t like pain, well. That’s just weird. A sub’s sole responsibility in life is to be anything and everything a dom wants, an open canvas for a dom’s brush, malleable and sweet. Obie taught him that, and that fear ultimately tears him and Pepper apart. So Tony hides his dirty secret and doesn’t sub for anyone now. But that doesn’t stop him from wanting.
"I feel safe with you, and only you." (ao3) - gabenabe wanda/natasha N/R, 1k
Summary: After the fight in Budapest, Natasha is still struggling a lot with memories of what Dreykov did to her. She can't escape the horrid flashbacks of the pain she endured because of that monster, she thought she was finally somewhat letting those memories fade away to the back of her mind, but they're back and they hurt a lot. But thankfully, somebody comes to her rescue.
OR; Natasha Romanov is traumatized and lets her vulnerable side be shown in front of Wanda, which leads to a ton of fluff.
If You Want It, Take It (ao3) - Latishiante1001 sam/bucky E, 5k
Summary: Just ‘cause Bucky’s a virgin and is still nervous about being with anyone does not mean that he’s not well educated on being an absolute tease.
"I hate myself, but at least I have you." (ao3) - gabenabe N/R, 1k
Summary: Peter Parker lives a life full of flashbacks, constantly reliving his worst nightmares on a day to day basis. Everyday is getting harder for him to put up with the trauma, the bullying, being belittled from the avengers for being "too young." He seeks for an escape. But that comes with an unexpected comfort and realization.
OR; Peter Parker is depressed and tries to kill himself, but is stopped before he could. He finds out something shocking that he wished he knew months ago.
I Swear That Everything Will Be Just Fine (ao3) - truleedevastating steve/bucky M, 6k
Summary: It's one thing to fuck with the mobster, but it's another thing to fuck with the mobsters' husband.
like it's the only thing i'll ever do (ao3) - howdoyousleep steve/bucky E, 39k
Summary: When Steve opens the door, Bucky feels like he’s been living in clouds for the past few days, maybe even his entire life. Steve is life, Steve is happiness, Steve is the sun. He has such a visceral reaction to seeing the Alpha that he feels his knees go weak, feels his body draw tight towards the other man, pulled in.
Or big Alpha Steve moves into sweet little Omega Bucky's apartment building and a roller-coaster build of a romance ensues.
Nightlight (ao3) - SomeRandomAssGuy G, 1k
Summary: Tony cradled his son to his chest. Adjusting Peter’s position so his ear lay right over his fathers’ heart. To listen to the steady, comforting throb. It was an old, old routine they had fallen into when Peter was still just a baby. So tiny that Tony was afraid of crushing him with one calloused hand.
Proprietary Information (ao3) - notlucy steve/bucky E, 85k
Summary: Okay, so Bucky Barnes has a crush on Steve Rogers. The guy's gorgeous, talented and, oh yeah, the Chief Design Officer of the biggest tech company in the world. In other words: he's so far out of Bucky's league that he might as well be in a different stratosphere.
Quadrant (ao3) - AvaKelly clint/steve/bucky/sam T, 7k
Summary: In a world where loving someone causes their unique soulmark tattoo to appear on his skin, Clint has been falling for too many people, but never has been loved back. So when he sees his mark on Bucky's shoulder, he can't really believe it.
Return Me Home (ao3) - Alia_JuneBug E, 88k
Summary: Aunt May is dead. One drunk driver and Peter Parker is officially alone in life.
He's too numb to be anything other than resigned when he's placed in a Catholic Home for Boys. And he's not Catholic, but he's pretty sure the Fathers aren't supposed to be as cruel as the ones that run this home.
It's in this hell that Peter befriends the other boys in the care, including one Harley Keener, a sarcastic southener who shares an affinity for science. And so it's not even Peter's fault that he starts to teach the other boys how to code. They asked him to. And so what if the first thing they do is hack into Tony Stark's website. They aren't going to change anything.
Tony Stark is not a father. He never will be a father, and the sooner Pepper admits that the better they all will be.
However on a search for a new design to highlight at one of his charity galas, he stumbles across this random kid's old science project. Some dorky teen named Peter Parker. So naturally he just wants to talk to the kid. That's it. Nothing more.
The Best Revenge (ao3) - SailorChibi T, 24k
Summary: Stephen Strange saves Tony from freezing to death in Siberia. That one action changes everything, much to the horror of one Steve Rogers.
took my love, took it down (ao3) - LaughsAtThunder steve/bucky E, 31k
Summary: The problem, Bucky thinks now that he has most of his memories back, is that his whole entire world has always revolved around Steve Rogers. Steve has been always been half of Bucky’s identity. Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers’ best friend. Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers’ wingman. Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers’ teammate. And now, well, now Steve had other people to fill those positions. And of course, of course he’d always been a little bit in love with Steve. So when he overhears Steve telling Natasha that he’s finally found someone he’d like to date, someone with similar life experience, Bucky clings blindly to the hope that maybe, just maybe, Steve is talking about him.
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ao3feed-stevebucky · 11 months
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you're the light, you're the night
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/lo7WOSw
by howdoyousleep
After his father's careless mistake, Bucky Barnes' life becomes controlled by the Bratva. The multiple jobs he works to support his family, his ill sister's treatment, his paused education, his nonexistent love life; every dull and draining day blurs together as he lives his life for everyone but himself...until he's given a way out.
Leave Russia and move to New York City, marry a man named Steve Rogers, and his father's debt will be forgiven in full, his family taken care of.
To Bucky, it seems like an obvious decision.
But when the stranger he ends up marrying turns out to be involved in the same illicit world Bucky was eager to leave behind, and with a menacing rival that threatens the life he's desperately trying to find his footing in, Bucky feels as if he's in more trouble now than when he had the Bratva breathing down his neck.
Words: 3972, Chapters: 1/14, Language: English
Fandoms: Captain America (Movies), Captain America - All Media Types, Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Categories: M/M
Characters: Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Rebecca Barnes Proctor, Winifred Barnes, Tony Stark, Clint Barton, Loki (Marvel), Brock Rumlow, Wanda Maximoff, Bruce Banner, Helmut Zemo
Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, Wanda Maximoff/Natasha Romanov, Loki/Thor (Marvel), Steve Rogers & Natasha Romanov, Steve Rogers & Thor, Natasha Romanov & Thor, Steve Rogers & Sam Wilson, James "Bucky" Barnes & Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes & Clint Barton, James "Bucky" Barnes & Wanda Maximoff, James "Bucky" Barnes & Rebecca Barnes Proctor
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Italian Mafia, Russian Mafia, Mob Boss Steve Rogers, Alternate Universe - Mob, Russian Bucky Barnes, Arranged Marriage, Slow Burn, Age Difference, Tattooed Steve Rogers, Threats of Violence, Death Threats, Gun Violence, Blood and Violence, Falling In Love, Protective Steve Rogers, Protective Bucky Barnes, Possessive Behavior, POV Steve Rogers, POV Bucky Barnes, Bisexual Steve Rogers, Avengers Family, Top Steve Rogers, Bottom Bucky Barnes, Fluff and Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Happy Ending, Explicit Sexual Content, Explicit Language, Daddy Kink
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/lo7WOSw
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onsunnyside · 2 years
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do you know howdoyousleep??
i don’t know them personally but I’ve read a few of their stuff
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fandomfluffandfuck · 1 year
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hello😘
im in desperate need of fic recommendations and you were the very first person I thought of to ask
I just finished reading a fic and it was so fucking good and I really really want to see what kinda long fics (like 30k+ words???) you've read and loved?
btw, i literally love ur writing so much 🤫🥰
Hey!
Aw, nice, I appreciate that my taste in fics is recommendation worthy. Also, thanks!
I'll go with stucky and evanstan fics/series because you didn't specify which aaand I happen to know good long fics for both
Stucky
"Song of the rolling earth" by the1918 (this series is 154,000 words and Incredible. I go back to it all. the. time. for the emotions and the smut)
"Bucky Barnes and His 1001 Fetishes (or at least a few of them)" by sarahyellow (this fic is 167,000 words and the smut is So So Good and Kinky. Some plot, not a ton (affectionate).)
"Give a Little, Take a Little" by notlucy (this series is 90,000 words of glorious kink exploration. Highly recommend.)
"like it's the only thing i'll ever do" by howdoyousleep (listen, listen, listen... this fic is by K and is 39,000 words of omegaverse goodness. What more do you need to know?)
"we are the things that we do for fun" Nonymos (this fic is 35,000 words and has tiny dom Steve (who's a pro dom) with big beefy sub Bucky. It's Great.)
"Innocent Until" by L1av (this fic is 136,000 words and comes with a yelled warning of READ THE TAGS. It's so so so so so so good but it contains Steve being on trial for murder... so, thread cautiously. It will make your mind do things, okay? Highly, highly recommend though.)
"you will always be my favorite form of loving" by thiccbuckybarnes (this fic is so close to the 30k cut-off... it's 28,000 words, super close and super good. In smut and regular plot.)
"Omega Services: Rut Assistant" by roe87 (I read this fic as the author was writing it and I looked forward to each new chapter so much! It's wild to think it's 175,000 words overall. It felt like it went by so fast!)
"Maybe we'll get it all (If we choose one night)" by sourwolphs (this fic is 69,000 words and great! Very much emotion and hella smut. My favorite haha.
Evanstan
"You Once Said if We Were Careful" by callmejude (this fic is 65,000 words and has SUCH GOOD sub Sebastian content when he's just learning about subbing, it comes with Heavy emotion and sub drop too though... be weary if that's not your think.)
"Like Sugar (Spell It Out)" by luninosity (I feel like I always recommend this series but I just can't help it, it's Everything I Want. Anyway. This series is 238,000 words and is full, full of beautiful smut and fluff and angst and everything. I can't say enough good things about it.)
"Ceramic" by bearception (okay, so this fic is actually under 30k, it's only 27,000 works BUT it's also so so good and so so full of sub Seb feels that hit me where I live.)
"we walk the sun" by Kellyscams and luninosity (for this 35,000 words series I have two words that are all you need to know: KITTEN SEBASTIAN)
"I Belong To You" by OrangeVanilla (this series is 42,000 words and has ex-pornstar Seb and lawyer Chris and I love the bratty, princess attitude Seb has in it lol)
Okay, I think that's all I got lol, I didn't even realize I knew so many longer fics! Goddamn. I hope you enjoy them!
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