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VelvetCardiganBucky’s Recommendations 2021: Week 12 & 13 | March 14th – March 27th

Welcome to weeks 12 & 13 of my recommendations, if you would like to be featured on a future list, I follow the hashtag #VelvetCardiganBucky, message me, tag me in your future works, or reblog this post and link to your story, one-shot, Masterlist, writing challenge, etc.

Be aware some if not most stories and writers on this list are meant to be consumed by an audience of those 18+. My blog is also an 18+ blog.

✨Page breaks are made @firefly-graphics✨

«Last Week

Week 14»

My Masterlist

My Fic Rec List of Mafia/Mob Bucky/Sebastian & Steve/Chris/Andy

Stuff I Posted This Week:

Steve + Bey = 4Ever » Steve Rogers and Bey carved places in each other’s hearts, that no one else could ever replace.

I Hear A Symphony » Bucky Barnes x Mutant!Reader — Reader plays an important song to her for Bucky.

—Formerly The Winter Soldier » “I’m no longer the winter soldier, my name is James Bucky Barnes & you're part of my effort to make amends.”

Lee Bodecker

(Mini) Series:

*Give In by @not-a-great-writer » soft!dark!Lee Bodecker x shy!Reader — She didn’t think she was anything special. So when the intimidating Sheriff takes an interest in her, she can’t help but feel a little unsettled. Her boring life is about to get a little interesting. | This story has to be one of my all time series I’ve ever read, and I know I will weep when it’s over. The chapters are decently sized, you have angst, fluff and smut. I couldn’t ask for more, it’s simply a masterpiece.

Deadbeat Pt. 9 by @the-witty-pen-name » Lee Bodecker x F!Reader — You work at the bar at the edge of town, the Sheriff is going through a divorce and needs to rent a room. | Cole thank you for feeding my current Lee Bodecker obsession after I watched The Devil All The Time, for the time. This story is good and I love soft!Lee, and one where no one dies. At least I hope no one dies...

SamBucky

One-Shots:

Loving You Is Cherry Pie by @river-soul » Sam Wilson x Reader x Bucky Barnes — When Sam Wilson, one of your regulars at the cafe finally asks you out, you’re ecstatic until he tells you he wants his friend to join. When you meet Bucky, you decide it might be worth your while after all. [Allusions to stalking, exhibitionism and explicit sex, 18+] | There is just not enough SamBuck stories out there and we have @river-soul to thank for feeding our love for the boys and giving us some good smut, especially to tide us over till Friday.

Nothing Good Happens After 2 AM by @callmeluna » Sam Wilson x Reader x Bucky Barnes — You are admittedly a handful when you’ve had a few drinks in you. Luckily, your partners Sam and Bucky are more than up for the challenge… maybe. | If you are looking for something to make you laugh, might I suggest reading this? The whole time as I read this I couldn’t get the huge smile off my face, it was that good.

Bucky Barnes

Drabbles:

Matching by @heli0s-writes » Bucky Barnes x Reader — Reader and Bucky are “matchy matchy,” with their belly button rings. | This is adorable as well as very funny.

One-Shots:

Smooth Criminal by @bestofbucky » Bucky Barnes x Reader — Based on a dream @velvetcardiganbucky had. You’re parents told you to never give rides to strangers, but when you notice Bucky Barnes trying to break into your car, you know some strangers aren’t so bad. | Jenny did my dream justice! I honestly couldn’t have asked for anything better.

Don’t Over Do It by @whisperlullaby » Bucky Barnes x Reader — Your boyfriend is an asshole. Bucky reminds you that you are perfect the way you are. | I can’t describe this anyway other than perfect, that I wish I had a Bucky like this there for me. Trust me you’ll love the ending.

Coming Home to You by @angrythingstarlight » Biker!Bucky Barnes x Reader — Your Biker boyfriend is finally home and he’s going to show you how much he missed you. With every inch he has. And you’re going to remember how much he loves you. | It’s not very often you read something that has an alternate ending and when you do you find yourself loving both endings. Both endings are hot, the smut is great, again who couldn’t love Biker!Bucky?

Won’t Let You Go by @kind-of-crazy-butthatsokay » Mob!Bucky Barnes x OFC!Kori — Kori met Bucky in one of his clubs, out to get shit-faced with a couple of friends to forget about her worries and maybe take home a guy to further rid herself of her numerous frustrations. Little did she know that the one-night stand with Bucky would turn into so much more than that. | Thank you so much for entering my writing challenge, it means so much. This one-shot is so good, it hit me right the feels and left me falling in love with Kori and Bucky.

Show Me How To Ride by @angrythingstarlight » Beefy Biker!Bucky Barnes x Reader — You’ve been keeping a secret from your biker boyfriend. He is going to get the information out of you one way or the other. | It’s hot and it makes you realize just how much you realize just how much you love Biker!Bucky.

Bubble Baths by @floatingpetals » Bucky Barnes x Reader (Modern AU) — Even your boyfriend Bucky, needs to wind down at the end of a stressful with a bubble bath, but he doesn’t want to do it alone. | Okay, so my summary of this sucks but let me just say this is fluffy and smutty all at once. I wish I had Bucky to take a bubbly bath with.

Bad Boy!Bucky Barnes x Shy!Reader by @gagmebucky — in which there’s nowhere to sit and bucky offers his lap—then, subsequently, his cock. (bad boy!bucky x shy!reader, dirty talk, exhibitionism and voyeurism, cockwarming, unprotected sex.) | *chugs water* yeah is it a little hot in here? I probably would have failed class if Bucky had been in my class along with Steve, I wouldn’t have known who to stare at, forget learning the material.

**Greater Good by @fuel-joy » Bucky Barnes x Reader — There is a cure for the zombie outbreak but is it worth the cost. | Grab your tissues, because you are going to need them. Thanks darling for entering my writing challenge and making me feel so many feels with this one.

(Mini) Series:

A Tender Heart ♥️ Pt. 2 by @river-soul » Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader — You’ve been sweet on Bucky since you started working at the compound six months ago. Normally quiet and mild mannered, an unexpired fight with a coworker brings Bucky into your orbit. [A/B/O dynamics, brief mention of bullying and fluff] | If anyone can pull at your heartstrings it’s @river-soul making the beginning of this series look so promising and I can’t wait to see where it goes.

Run To You 🪙 Pt. 10 🪙 Pt. 11 🪙 Pt. 12 by @bestofbucky » Mob!Bucky Barnes x Bodyguard!Reader — Mob boss Bucky Barnes hires you to be his bodyguard. | Jenny left me at the edge of my seat, making this such an amazing story, I always look forward to her updates, and so sad that there is only 1 chapter left.

Better than Working sequel to This by @angrythingstarlight » Beefy Biker!Bucky Barnes x Reader — Beefy Biker Bucky shows you all the benefits of working from home. In fact what he has for you is so much better than work. | Sometimes you just need to read something hot to lift your spirits, let this do that.

Stucky

One-Shots:

*Tell Me What You Want by @angrythingstarlight » Mafia!Steve Rogers x Reader; Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Reader — Your mob boyfriend, is none other than Steve Rogers and he is willing to get you whatever you wanted, all you have to do is ask. And be careful what you ask for because he’s going to give it to you over and over again. | This is so hot that I highly recommend not reading this anywhere out in public. The smut in this is just *chefs kiss*

(Mini) Series:

Miracle Pt. 2 🥀 Pt. 1 by @heavenhatesme » Soft!Dark!Bucky Barnes x Reader; Soft!Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader — When infertility threatens mankind with extinction and there hasn’t been a baby for almost 18 years, what happens when two certain super soldiers fall for the same woman and accidentally impregnate her? | It’s not tagged as dark, sorry to the writer I tagged it that please forgive me? But I just want to tell everyone heed the tags. I do look forward to reading what happens next. The smut in this is great!

Invisible Ink by @navybrat817 » Bucky Barnes x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader; Bucky Barnes x Reader x Steve Rogers — The owners of the Howling Commandos Tattoo Parlor want to make you their best girl. | I love the idea of tattoo’d Bucky and Steve, but that's because I have a weakness for tattoo’s. So this series is just right up my alley, and the start of it is so good that I know it’s good to be a great one!

Steve Rogers

Drabbles:

Chocolate Milk & Dino Nuggets by @nony-bear » Steve Rogers x Reader — Daddy Steve helps make his little girl feel better after a long week. DDLG THEMES | Had me wishing I had a Steve to make me Dino nuggets after a long day at work. It’s precious folks.

Prompt 4K Drabble Challenge by @sweeterthanthis » Steve Rogers x Reader — “Show me how deep you can take it.” | You’re going to need an ice cold bath after this one.

One-Shots:

A Cruel Tide by @writerwrites » Nomad!Steve Rogers x Reader — A lost hero thinks she needs saving, but this divorcée’s needs were different, fleeting, and then full of attachment. Can they overcome the burdens on their shoulders and keep their word? | Sometimes you want to wrap the reader and Steve in a blanket and protect them while enjoying the smut. This gave me that and more.

Untitled Request by @navybrat817 » Steve Rogers x Reader — Sending Steve a naughty photo while he’s in a meeting leads to punishment that will remind you to never do it again, right? | Hi, I’m just going to drench myself in ice cold water. ✌🏻

(Mini) Series:

*Control Pt. 3 🔐 Pt. 1 🔐 Pt. 2 by @river-soul » dark!Steve Rogers x Reader — When a probationary agent asks you out on a date you learn Steve’s intentions for you have evolved. He doesn’t take kindly to someone touching what’s his. [Noncon, physical violence (biting), grooming behavior and explicit sex, 18+] | Definitely one of my favorite series to read on Tumblr so far, you know it’s dark, and the smut is great. I always look forward to the updates on this one.

*Lipstick and Crayons 🖍 Ch. 4 by @oneoftheprettynerds » Dark Mob!Steve Rogers x Reader — Steve can’t ever repay you for what you did. After meeting you, Steve believes his broken family is the missing piece in the puzzle of your own wrecked one. Indebting the crime lord to you has been the biggest mistake of your life, cause now you can’t get rid of him, no matter what. Loyalty and favours go a long way in the mob. | This story always gets my heart a racing and leaves you with questions as to what is going to happen next. I truly love it and Soft!Dad while being Angry!Mob boss Steve all at the same time, this story just has it all for me.

This Is My Unbecoming by @river-soul » Werewolf!Steve Rogers x Witch!Reader — When the Hydra pack graduates from turning humans to swell their ranks to kidnapping and murdering witches to consolidate power, Steve knows he needs to strike. He makes a deal with a powerful coven leader for a witch of his own in exchange for destroying the rogue pack. [Magical realism, biting, blood, slightly dubious consent and explicit sex, 18+] | Okay this is so good and I would like to thank the teenage mind of @river-soul for creating this! Like seriously thank you. I look forward to reading more!

It’s been a long, long time ☕️ Ch.1 by @mostly-marvel-musings » Steve Rogers x Reader — Steve Rogers – a man who has lost too much finds himself blending into the crowd in attempts to forget his past but revisits familiar places and spends days sketching his heart out. A rainy evening leads him to find shelter in your coffee shop. Is having meaningful conversations over endless cups of coffee with a stranger the key to unlocking a heart that’s lost the will to love? | The prologue tore my heart out, it truly did but the first chapter just puts the pieces back together. I really love this and I’m honestly looking forward to reading what happens next. I can’t thank you enough for entering my writing challenge!

*Not A Team Part: 1 by @shedobewritingalittle » Steve Rogers x Reader — The Reader tries to live a normal life, but her memories won’t leave her alone. Rhodey comes to visit the reader with a proposition. | There aren't a lot of stories out there that have walk on parts with Rhodey in it and I didn’t know how much I missed out on having him in stories till I read this. This was just so well written and the characterization of Rhodey was perfect, how Peyton got the emotions written across, it’s perfect. Read this and have some tissues on hand. I will always love it.

Andy Barber

One-Shots:

Closing Arguments by @river-soul » Andy Barber x Reader — Andy and you are going out for the first time since your daughter’s birth. Anxious about leaving her behind Andy does his best to make you feel better. [Fluff with explicit sex (f recieving), 18+] | So fluffy and sweet!

Keep the Heat by @ozarkthedog » Andy Barber x Reader — Andy fucks you in the coat. | Semi-Short and the smut is oh so good.

(Mini) Series:

Homebound 🏡 Ch. 1 by @fuel-joy » Dark!Andy Barber x Reader — You witness your neighbor kill his wife. You try to gather evidence all from the comfort of your home. | Prepare to be at the edge of your seat with this one, it’s just that good.

One Night by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor » Dark!Andy Barber x Reader — One night changes your entire life. | This is dark and exciting, with tons of angst in it. I love a real good dark!Andy fic and this is it.

Chris Evans

One-Shots:

Mirrors by @cherrychris » Chris Evans x Reader — “wanna know what i see? me owning you and this sweet little pussy” | Sometimes you read things that just blow your mind and this was one of those things.

*Work Party by @harrylovex » Chris Evans x Reader — you get drunk at a work party and chris looks after you… | This is really adorable and probably one of my favorite fluffy Chris Evans one-shots I’ve ever read.

Misc.

One-Shots:

An Act of Kindness by @stargazingfangirl18 » Jake Jensen x Female!Reader — A simple act of kindness seals your fate. | I would like to simply start of by saying that this was my first Jake Jensen fanfiction in years, or maybe my first one, and all I could was where have I been hiding from him? So good and glad I read this and so will you!

*Come Back Safe by @celestialbarnes » Sam Wilson x Reader — based on tfatws, you find out sam’s leaving for a mission, afraid to lose the man you love, you confront him, and he promises you to come back. | So fluffy you’ll want to cuddle it under a blanket fort and wish under a thousand starry night skies for it to come true.

(Mini) Series:

Fiery Friends Pt. 3 🔥 Pt. 4 by @wanderinglunarnights » Johnny Storm x OFC!Sophia Jones — Johnny invites his best friend Sophia to stay with him in his penthouse during quarantine. | I really like this story, because I find myself mentally rooting for Sophia and Johnny, also going you go girl. Looking forward to what is next for this duo.

Ensnared Pt. 2 🔗 Pt. 1 by @stargazingfangirl18 » Ransom Drysdale x Female!Reader; minor Robert Pronge (Mr. Freezy) x Reader — Robert preps you for the handoff to the smooth talking stranger who bought you, but before he lets you go, he wants to have a little fun first. | So good and hot. Honestly I look forward to hopefully finding out what happens between the reader and Ransom.

Made With Love by @ayybtch » Wanda Maximoff x f!Reader + Friends to Lovers — Wanda is an excellent cook but a terrible baker. A rough day leads her to the bakery in the Avengers compound where she meets you, the lead baker. After a dismal attempt at making chocolate chip cookies, you volunteer to help Wanda learn how to bake. Your friendship grows stronger with each successful recipe until the two of you stumble into something even sweeter than baked goods. | This story will constantly have you smiling, sure it’s only 3 chapters so far, but I started off reading it in a bad mood but by the 3rd chapter I was just so sappy and happy. I can’t wait for more!

Without Me by CuttingMyFingersOff » Legolas x OFC!Braigeth — Braigeth was an elf who has nothing but memories of Legolas to help her survive being imprisoned in the walls of Orthanc. That is, until she is able to escape and reunite with him. | I’ve been invested in this since my friend came forward to me with the idea for this story and now that it’s being written, I couldn’t be more excited to read it. I need more Lord of the Rings in my life if I’m being honest.

Forever and Ever More by @syntheticavenger » Dark Alpha!Ransom Drysdale x Omega!Reader — Ransom Drysdale may be Boston’s most eligible Alpha but he has his eyes set on you. With his inheritance hanging in the balance, he won’t take no for an answer, whether you like him or not. | Prepared to go on a Hawaiian EMOTIONAL roller coaster with this story, there are so many times in this story you find yourself picking your jaw up off the floor. I’ve linked you to chapter 9, which has all the previous chapters, listed.

Is A Shout Out To My...

@bluemusickid in celebration of 700 followers is hosting a Holi Celebration Writing Challenge, that is due April 30th, but extension can be given. Any Marvel or MCU characters can be used in addition to Chris Evans and his characters. The theme is Holi and its colors, for better explanation visit the link provided.

@whisperlullaby in celebration of 700 followers is hosting a 700 Followers Challenge, your entries will be due May 5th. The theme is kinks, no RPF, DDLG/MMLG, bathroom related , incest, or under age kinks. This is MCU characters, Sebastian Stan, and Chris Evans characters x OFC or Reader. For more information visit the link provided. Congrats Becca on the 700 followers you deserve it hun!

@stargazingfangirl18 in celebration of 5K followers is hosting a Soft Dark Writing Challenge, which is due May 31st. Don’t let the name fool you, your writing can be soft, dark, or soft!dark, or headcanons about any Chris character. 500 word minimum with no max, but new or be read as a stand alone piece. For more information visit the link provided and be sure to congratulate Siri on her 5K milestone!

@cloudystevie in celebration of 4K followers is hosting a Mob!AU Writing Challenge, that is due on May 30th. You can use Chris Evans and any of his characters he’s played before, as well as make it NSFW or SFW. To learn more about it please visit the link below. Also congratulations Jasmeen on the 4K followers! 💗

[bbybucky-fics]

fic rec aka all the stories i’ve been obsessed w/ recently!

BUCKY BARNES X READER:

wakanda by @buckybarnesdiaries

summary: steve gives you bucky’s dog tags for a reason.

show me how to ride (biker!bucky) by @angrythingstarlight

summary: you’ve been keeping a secret from your biker boyfriend. he is going to get the information out of you one way or the other. 

don’t want to close my eyes by @darksideofthebucky

summary: you and bucky have always been the most important person in each other’s lives. that doesn’t change when steve brings you back and you find out he’s moved on.

a/n: this drabble is part of a series which i definitely suggest you check out because it’s amazing, the masterlist is here!

two souls  (a/b/o fic) by @holylulusworld

summary: bucky barnes and the winter soldier are your mate. life with them is easy cause none of them would ever let anyone hurt you.

time to make amends by @thefanbasewhore

summary: a request for being on Bucky list of emends but he hides it.

fruits & wine (fae!bucky) by @kleohoneyao3

summary: you’re taken into the woods by the fair folk. every night, the one with the blue eyes tries to tempt you to eat. 

better than working (biker!bucky) by @angrythingstarlight

summary:  beefy biker bucky shows you all the benefits of working from home. in fact what he has for you is so much better than work. 

CHRIS EVANS X READER:

just wanted to help by @dadplease

summary: chris finds out you’re worried he’s upset with you after you cut your hand doing the dishes to try to please him. (daddy!chris evans & little!reader)

STEVE X READER X BUCKY

invisible ink by @navybrat817 

summary: the owners of the howling commandos tattoo parlor want to make you their best girl. 

LEE BODECKER X READER

not a spanking by @slothspaghettiwrites

summary: lee has been a naughty boy, sticking his hand in the sweets too much. (sub!lee bodecker x mommy!reader)

[wintersoldierwhore]

𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 — bucky barnes

summary: after steve’s suggestion to get a tattoo with him, bucky finds himself coming back to you frequently, finding comfort in you.

warnings: mentions of trauma, swearing, bucky being fluffy, tattoos

Bucky never thought he’d be on his way to a tattoo parlour. He also never thought Steve would be the one to coerce him into getting a tattoo. Yet here he was, in the passenger seat of Steve’s car, watching as he drove past the many stores that littered New York.

“Are you seriously nervous, Buck?” Steve wondered, staring at his moody friend, who’s cheek was fastened to his knuckles. Bucky gave him a quick glare, returning his eyes to the store they parked outside of. Anarchy Ink. It was a cool name.

The presence of the parlour was unexpected. It smelt strong, he couldn’t quite figure out what it was. He could hear a small radio in the back room, as well as a few footsteps. Steve approached the desk in all his confidence, waiting for someone to appear. Steve said he knew someone here, and scheduled an appointment for today at 10. Who gets a tattoo at 10 in the morning? Better yet, what tattooist does sweet, old Steve know?

“Steve!” You cheered, passing between the two counters and pulling him into you. You’d met Steve, along with his buddy, Sam, at a bar. You’d finished a long day of appointments, finally swiping the last pair of gloves from your hands and locking up your shop. You’d only gone with the intent of having one drink, not planning to meet the two men at the bar and hit it off. You spent hours, drinks upon drinks, stories were shared; until you could barely walk. Your car was around the corner, as your parlor wasn’t far from the bar. Steve had walked you home, and you’d spoke about getting him tatted up. Six months later, here you were.

“I brought my friend, Bucky, along.” Steve stated, referencing to the tall, sullen pal. He lifted one corner of his mouth into a smirk, jerking two fingers as a greeting. He looked like one to be head-to-toe in tattoos, but not a drop of ink stained his body.

You grabbed your notebook and pen, ready to negotiate size and placement. Steve was a good friend — he’d helped you far more than walking you home. He’d often come over with Sam to cheer you up, fix pipe work, and help you redecorate your home. It was strange you hadn’t met Bucky until now.

“What is it you’d like?” You asked, sitting beside Steve on the worn black, leather couch. You took pride in the interior of your workspace. One wall was tattered brick, the rest an off-white colour. Plants sat in the corners of your walls, dark wooden flooring to finish. It was only you working here, as it was your own shop. In a city as busy as New York, the only way to stay afloat was by making it strictly booking only.

“The Howling Commandos symbol,” Steve mentioned, “it was our unit.” You knew all about Steve’s past, you were nothing if not sympathetic with him. You scribbled it down, the sizing each of them wanted as well as the location.

Bucky stared at you. Not in disgust or boredom, like he usually did at others. He took in your features. Your body was scattered in tattoos; all up your arms, some on your exposed upper chest, and he could see some through the tights you were wearing. Your hair fell in your eye line, Bucky watching as you blew it back a few times, before frustratingly tucking it behind your ear. Steve and you spoke some more, Bucky finally becoming aware of his surroundings as you led them both to the back.

You slid a new pair of black gloves on, after fetching new equipment and inks. All you had to do was get started. “Okay, who’s first?”

Bucky was hesitant, Steve sighing and sitting in the chair before him. You could tell Bucky was nervous, you didn’t blame him. You were nervous for your first tattoo, but it was nowhere near as small as the one they were getting. Usually, with newcomers, you’d calm them down. Yet you weren’t sure how to calm the brooding, metal armed man beside you.

“You can sit, Bucky.” You commented, gesturing to the office chair beside Steve’s head. He followed your suggestion, situating himself in the comfortable chair. You were dragging the machine on Steve’s inner bicep, Bucky observing your technique. Judging by Steve’s emotionless face, it didn’t seem to hurt.

After thirty minutes, you were finished. Steve sat up, staring at the new stain of ink on his arm, and smiled at you. He loved it, and couldn’t find the words to thank you. Bucky instinctively stood up, sitting in the chair made warm by Steve, and relaxed. If you could take a body full of tattoos as a normal person, surely he could do it as a super soldier. He had time to prepare himself as you grabbed fresh equipment, breathing deeply as you spun in your chair.

The first drag of the machine on his bicep was... not that bad. It was a pinch, nothing more. It continued for the same time as Steve’s, the three of you engaging in small conversation as you completed it. The pinching had concluded, Bucky coming out of the daze he was in and staring at the new blotch of ink on his bicep. He liked it. It was a stamp of his past, to keep with him forever.

“Thank you,” he whispered quietly, inaudible to Steve who was flexing in the mirror to look at it. You nodded in response, wrapping it tightly. Gloves in the waste bin, you brought the two boys out to the front of the shop, informing them of the healing process. Steve reached into his back pocket, but before he could, you placed a hand on his arm, right above where his new tattoo sat.

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because.”

“That’s not an excuse.” Steve broached, raising his eyebrows. You continued to shake your head, adamant that they weren’t paying for this.

“You refused money when you helped me redecorate. So I’m refusing.” You stated, folding your arms. “That’s the end of it.”

Steve hated to admit it, but you were stubborn. He admitted defeat, holding his hands up. You chuckled, tidying your counter to pass awkward time. Bucky was studying his tattoo, tracing a metal finger over the design and smiling.

“Call me if you’re unsure of anything, or want to book another one.” You instructed, embracing them both as they left your store. As you’d turned to clean your back room, $50 sat on the counter. It must’ve been Bucky.

You weren’t expecting to hear from Steve for a while, not until you’d chosen a kitchen tile pattern at least. You were sketching ideas for your next appointment, and you’d gotten a call. The shop was closed today, and usually Sundays were your completely free days. No bookings, no calls, nothing. But it was coming from an unknown number.

“Anarchy Ink, this is Y/N speaking, how can I help?” You answered in your usual over-the-phone voice. You didn’t sound like this normally, if you did, you guaranteed you’d have no friends. It was jarring to say the least.

“Yeah, hey, it’s Bucky.” The man spoke, stumbling over his words. You smiled, dropping your pencil down and leaning back in your desk chair. He probably got your number from Steve — but for what?

“What can I do for ya, Buck?” You replied, switching back to your usual voice. He was pacing his room, twirling the string to his sweatpants around his finger. Why was he so nervous to talk to the pretty tattoo lady down the street?

“I’d like another tattoo, if that’s okay.” He declared, the nerves disappearing once he’d gotten over that hurdle. He heard a small giggle, some shuffling as you grabbed your notebook and pen, before you began talking. He could listen to you for hours, it was like ASMR to him.

“I can book you in first thing Tuesday morning, or Friday afternoon at 5.” You proclaimed, swirling a few smileys and hearts around Bucky’s name in your notebook. As much as Bucky grumbled about morning tattoos the first time, he didn’t mind seeing you that early again.

“Tuesday sounds good.” And so it was settled, the two-day wait to see you again was filled with Bucky thinking of a tattoo, what he’d like on his body forever.

When Tuesday arrived, Bucky strolled into the parlor, the sound of small buzzing and music filled his ears. “Hey, Buck. Take a seat, I’ll be with you in thirty minutes.” He did as he was told, taking a seat and admiring your shop. He didn’t mind the wait, he had arrived early anyway, and it gave him one last chance to decide on his tattoo.

As promised, thirty minutes had passed and a happy customer had paid and left, leaving you to do yet another tattoo. At least it was Bucky. The first time you’d met, he was shy and didn’t talk much. But now, without Steve, he seemed smiley. You grabbed your sketch pad and pencil, sitting at your counter.

“What is it you’d like, Buck?” His heart lifted at the nickname you’d attached to so quickly. He approached you with the little confidence he had, giving his idea one last think. You stared up at him, his blue eyes looking at the pieces on the wall. They looked detailed, he loved your art style.

“I was thinking a kraken,” Bucky proposed, “you have complete control over everything else.” You nodded, getting to work on the design. You’d tattooed plenty of octopus, squid, and other sea creatures before, so it shouldn’t prove too hard.

“This should take me a while, I’m so sorry.” You apologised, starting on the layout. Bucky didn’t care, in fact, he could spend all day here without a fuss. He was leaning against the wall on the counter, still admiring your many pieces on the wall.

“I was wondering if you wanted me to get lunch for us, whilst you draw.” Bucky suggested. Someone else was taking over his brain, someone too confident. You grinned at the idea, a blush running over your cheeks. Bucky took your smile as confirmation, leaving the store to find some lunch.

Your kraken sketch was close to completion, only adding a few ridges for details. You wondered why he wanted a kraken, as it can mean a lot of different things for different people. Maybe he just wanted it for the design? The design was done, and you were thinking where you could place it. Maybe on his side, the tentacles wrapping around his chest? Or on his shoulder? Bucky had finally come back with two bags of food, handing you one.

“Thanks,” you responded, opening the bag to see a sandwich and drink, “why exactly do you want this kraken?” Bucky finished chewing a bite of his sandwich and placed it back in the bag.

“I’ve read that it holds meaning for people who’ve been through trauma,” he began, “a kraken’s limbs can regrow, so our lives can do the same.” It was beautiful. You lifted up the sketch, turning the book to show it off. He was amazed at how talented you were, it was exactly like he pictured.

“And where would you like it?” You questioned, bringing him to the back. You’d turned around for just a minute, fetching your usual equipment and preparing to print it onto his skin beforehand. And as you turned back, Bucky was sat shirtless on your chair. It was a sight, a good one at that, you just weren’t expecting it.

Bucky just smiled at your flustered face. “On my side.” He knew what he was doing.

You printed it onto his skin, making sure he was happy with the placement before you began. Finally you’d gotten to work, dragging the machine over the lines, shading and filling colour where necessary. Bucky had nothing to do except stare at your arms as you tattooed him, he wondered why you had your tattoos and what they meant.

He followed his string of confidence, and began talking with you about them. He pointed to a tattoo on your arm, seeing the details in it. “What does this tattoo mean?”

His question reminded you of your younger relatives, more specifically, your nephews. They’d see you with a new tattoo and bombard you with questions, “what is it?” and “what does it mean?” They were curious, and you liked that.

You saw he was asking about your tarot card, the Ace of Cups. “My mom was very spiritual, she loved tarot cards and would always indulge me and my siblings in it. There isn’t one specific meaning, but I was always told it’s new beginnings in your social and emotional life.” You never thought you’d be this exposed to someone you met a few days ago, but he was so welcoming. His quiet nature was peaceful.

“What about this one?” He asked, tracing over the moon. If he planned on doing this to every tattoo, you’d be here a while. Giggling, you wiped some ink from his chest and continued.

“My sister and I were always described as the sun and moon, so different but so close.” You began, quickly glancing at his eyes, which were glued to yours. “I was the moon, of course. Calm, beautiful, and nurturing.” You’d never call yourself beautiful, but it’s how you were always addressed.

“Your tattoos look nice.” He commented, smiling at your pink-tinged cheeks.

“So do yours.”

An hour had gone, Bucky every so often wondering what your tattoos meant. And you were finally done. One of your biggest pieces this month. Bucky stared at his body in the mirror, seeing the freshly tattooed kraken on his side. A tentacle trailing up near the middle of his chest, another wrapped around his side. Most were on his back, flailing in all sorts of directions. He shot you a look through the mirror, seeing you standing proudly behind him.

“I love it,” he mentioned, turning to you as you began to wrap it, “I just might keep coming back.” Giggling through your smile, you’d wrapped it and repeated the healing process to him.

He stuck to his word, this was his fifth time back to you in half a year. His third; he got a quote his mother used to mutter to him everyday, and the fourth; was Steve’s dog tags. He found himself deep in thought, whenever he wasn’t busy, trying to conjure up another tattoo idea. He was addicted, to the sound, the feel of the machine digging into his skin, to you.

“Fifth one already?” Steve questioned, seeing Bucky grab his keys and wallet. Bucky rolled his eyes, knowing the string of words that would fall from his friend’s mouth at any moment. “You like her?”

That was something he’d given plenty of thought to. Every time he’d catch sight of the ink, he’d think of you. Your calming voice, your giggles, how you’d blush whenever he complimented you. He liked you, and he was past the point of denying it. But telling Steve — it was far too soon for that.

“You do!” Steve gawked, pulling his friend in. Him finding out, however, he couldn’t stop that. Instead of denying it some more, Bucky just smiled. “What are you getting tattooed now?”

“I’m thinking a moon.” When you’d heard he wanted a moon, you couldn’t help but think it was for you. Was it crazy to think that? Probably. You hadn’t built the courage to ask.

Nonetheless, you sketched a tattoo out, which he loved, and began printing it onto him. He was going to love it no matter how it came out, it was from you, after all. During the tattooing process, you could feel Bucky’s eyes on you. He took in your concentrated features, watching as you carefully traced the lines.

“So what’s the moon for?” You questioned, trying to keep it casual. You didn’t want your curiosity to sound crazy. Bucky reevaluated the situation, was it crazy to get a tattoo for the girl he liked? It’s not like it was her name or anything, right?

“You.” He closed his eyes, waiting for you to be creeped out and quietly finish the tattoo. But he peeked through his eyelids to see you with your usual warmed up cheeks. It was definitely flattering, to have someone get a tattoo for you.

“These tattoos are more than just their meaning, every one of them reminds me of you.” He admitted. You didn’t think your body could get warmer than it was now, but hearing that made you melt. You’d developed a thing for Bucky, after all this time you’d spent together. His jokes and stories were comforting.

With your new-found confidence, you’d asked him a risky question. It was nowhere near as risky as him getting a tattoo for you. “This is my last tattoo for today. Would you like go out for dinner tonight?”

He didn’t think he’d see the day. He wanted to make the first move, which he kind of did, but he was glad he’d gotten here nonetheless. Nodding vigorously, he agreed to your dinner plans and sat up, observing the new moon that sat on his forearm. Decorated exactly like yours. He had a piece of you with him forever.

[websandredheads]

A thousand words

Was she late or early? Natasha has been going to the Howling Commandos tattoo parlor off and on for the past two months. As a present to her finally retiring from performing professional ballet she was finally going to get the tattoo she wanted. It was intricate, beautiful and the man who was doing it was really sweet.

She was supposed to come in to finish up some shading on the item and talk about any coloring she wanted but she was late. Her adopted brother Clint was running late and asked her to pick up his son, Nathan. She was just running back into the shop when she saw Steve and a cute set of pigtails that could only have been his daughter.

“So am I not in trouble if I brought cookies?”

[ao3feed-wintershock]

Following Winter

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by Whedonista93

The Rockstar Soulmate AU no one asked for

Words: 6505, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 13 of Soul Mate AU

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Thor (Movies), Captain America (Movies)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Darcy Lewis, Steve Rogers, Howling Commandos, Tony Stark, Clint Barton, Jane Foster (Marvel)

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Darcy Lewis

Additional Tags: Original Character(s), Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Rock Stars, Alternate Universe - Music, Screaming Trees, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Soulmates, Alternate Universe - Tattoo Parlor, Tattooed Bucky Barnes

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[fuckyeahdarcylewis]

Following Winter

by Whedonista93

The Rockstar Soulmate AU no one asked for

Words: 6505, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 13 of Soul Mate AU

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Thor (Movies), Captain America (Movies)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Darcy Lewis, Steve Rogers, Howling Commandos, Tony Stark, Clint Barton, Jane Foster (Marvel)

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Darcy Lewis

Additional Tags: Original Character(s), Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Rock Stars, Alternate Universe - Music, Screaming Trees, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Soulmates, Alternate Universe - Tattoo Parlor, Tattooed Bucky Barnes

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[mrgaretcarter]

Steggy Secret Santa gift to @starkfeels

Tattoo artist + Florist AU

Headcanons under the cut!

They met when Steve opened his flower shop     across the street from Peggy's tattoo parlor

Steve is shy so she's forced to taint her     reputation by buying flowers every day for a month

The flowers are literally the only colorful     thing in the parlor besides her red lipstick

He still doesn't get the hint

Peggy isn't even sure Steve is hardcore enough     for her

But his sweetness is very much one of the     things she likes most about him

Anyhow it turns out to be a non-issue when     they discover they both have served

Which happens at a boxing gym they both attend

Which is co-owned by Nat and Bucky

Which is convenient, because Steve is a     doorknob who's not gonna make the first move so Nat makes sure Peggy's     there to train at the same time he is and Bucky makes sure they spar     together hoping direct contact will wake him the hell up

It works

Not on Steve though

Peggy just loses it and plants one on him as     they stand up after the fight and he's there stretching out a hand for her     to shake like they just finalized a craigslist deal

The kiss does work on him

Bucky and Nat would soon regret this deed

In like a week they need to ban Steve and     Peggy from sparring because the way they go at it was just making everyone     uncomfortable

Nat will occasionally let them in after     business hours but not too often because she doesn't want anyone having     sex on her ring

She's sure it's happened though but chooses     not to think too much bout it

She has it wiped, scrubbed and bleached extra     hard the next day

Peggy smokes and Steve's working very hard to     make her quit

Peggy finds his drawing notebooks pretty early     on and is impressed by his talent

One of them is filled halfway with just     sketches of her

She asks him to design a new tattoo for her     and has it inked on her side

It's a long-spurred violet, a kind of     wildflower

Steve has no tattoos but upon a lot of insistence     he agrees to a small one on the inside of his arm

It's a smaller twin to the one he designed for     her

Peggy has a motorcycle and Steve is very     excited upon this discovery

She's pretty doubtful about his skills at     first so he needs to bring in witnesses and photographic evidence that he     does, in fact, know how to ride - very well, he might add - so she'll let     him take it for a spin

They take short road trips on it

Nat gave them matching leather jackets for Christmas

Steve plays the guitar and he likes to     serenade Peggy

His voice isn't great but it's not like she's     going to ask him to stop

It turns out Steve's army buddies are Peggy's     motorcycle buddies, the self-entitled Howling Commandos

Their wedding is a near-apocalyptic event,     crowded, loud and destructive

They get kicked out of their own venue

It's worth it

They have twins, boy and a girl, Sarah and     Steve Jr.

Nat is Steve's godmother and Bucky is Sarah's

After ten years they tried letting them spar     during business hours again

It was still a mistake

They live happily ever after

[navybrat817]

Hi Navy! Thank you very much for continuing to post on here and play with us. It’s always a joy coming to your page and reading your works because everything is done with such love!

Could I please ask how the following are doing: destroyer Chris/Bucky, Stucky (branded), Chris and Ari from the new tattoo parlor series?

💛💛

You are so sweet, nonnie, and I appreciate the love! I'm happy to share my nonsense with all of you.

I do what to ask because I'm tired and hope I'm reading these correctly.

For Destroyer!Chris, is that for the motocross AU? I tragically haven't written much for him and need to remedy that.

Branded Stucky, I'm assuming that's my Howling Commandos Tattoo AU?

And Chris and Ari from the new tattoo series, I don't have a Chris in this AU. So far we have Bucky and Andy who have had at least a one-shot shared. Steve, Hal, and Jake are there, but no stories for them yet. I've tossed around adding Ari. Just need the right backstory.

I'm sorry to answer your question with more questions! I just want to make sure I'm answering correctly. ❤️ Love and thanks. ❤️

[lightshadowverisimilitude]

Handwriting 2/2

I said I would write a Steve POV for this and then kind of forgot? Well, I finally remembered, so here it is!

I just reblogged part one, but you can find it here.

4200 words, watch for the cut!

When he was growing up, writing on the skin was a difficult prospect. He’d been taught that it was rude to write anywhere that might show up in an embarrassing place for his soulmate. Arms, hands, even lower legs and the tops of the feet were out, but writing anywhere that was covered by clothing was lewd and shameful. What if his soulmate had taken her shirt off one night and found his name written on her chest or thighs? The very idea had been enough to make his teenage-self flush in shameful arousal and had led to more than one embarrassing situation.

The compromise had been the bottom of the feet. His mom wrote his name for him the first, spelled out in flowing letters from his heel to the bottom of his toes on his left foot. It had tickled and she’d only been able to write a letter at a time so he could stop and giggle. She’d ended up sitting on him so he couldn’t accidentally wiggle out of her grip half-way through, and when she’d finished he had to sit with his foot on the window sill to let the ink dry.

“Now your solemate will know your name,” his mom had teased, tickling his opposite foot until he was shrieking with laughter. He didn’t get the pun until many years later when he’d learned to spell.

He’d checked his opposite foot every few minutes those first couple of days, waiting for another name to appear. Everyone knew that soul ink didn’t start manifesting until after soulmates had touched skin-to-skin, so playing tag at school took on a new context that Steve had found a little cruel. Mostly it was the boys chasing after the girls, while the girls tried to escape. Steve had never been very good at running anyways, so he’d ended up helping the girls hide while he’d misdirected the boys’ efforts around the playground.

Still, he continued to check his right foot every night, and when the ink started to fade, he’d trace over the letters again and again.

By the time he made it to high school, writing his name on his foot had become a habit as much as combing his hair or tying his shoes. By then, his classmates had started flouting the rules – names would appear in small writing on palms or wrists, and Steve had once seen Mary Lewis edge up her skirt so she could write on the inside of her thigh, right there in class. Anyone who was caught with visible ink got lines or cleaning duty, but that didn’t stop them. Bucky ended up in detention for a whole month when he’d taken a paint brush to write “HELLO SWEET THING” all the way up his left forearm in thick, tall letters.  

A few of his classmates paired off and used their soul ink to pass notes back and forth in class, and Steve would feel the bottom of his foot tingling whenever he caught one of them at it.

After his mom died, he’d covered his entire chest in ink – doodles, words, meaningless slashes of thick lines over his ribs and across his heart. No one wrote back, but Bucky had walked into the room and caught him at it one day. It was a private thing, and almost as bad as someone catching him touching himself like that, but Steve had just forced himself to straighten up and let his shirt hang open so Bucky could see the ruin he’d made of his skin. Bucky hadn’t said a thing, just set his fingertips on the messy scrawl of ‘Where are you?’ and then pulled Steve’s shirt closed and did up the buttons.

~*~

The USO tour had been a different kind of thing. He’d been in the dressing room with the girls every night, and once they’d gotten used to him, they hadn’t been shy about taking their clothes off with him hiding behind a dressing screen trying to get into or out of his tights.

Some of the girls had a lot of ink. Lisa’s torso was painted from just under the line of her ribs to the crease of her hipbones, and Annabel had a permanent tattoo on the sole of her left foot. The other girls had called her brave and giggled with her when she’d shown them all, and Steve should have looked away because ink was private, but he’d been so stunned by the very idea of a permanent tattoo (on a dame no less) that he’d just stared at her with his mouth hanging open.

“You’re such a boy, Steve Rogers,” she’d said, nudging his hip with her tattooed foot. “I just got tired of writing it over and over, so I figured this was better.”

“Who would even do that for you?” he’d babbled to the laughter of the girls around him.

“I did it, silly,” Annabel had said, and then had given him a sly look and asked, “You want one?”

Steve had turned about seven shades of red and got himself out of the dressing room as fast as he could without hurting anyone.

It hadn’t taken long for the girls to find out that he was an artist. By the end of the tour he’d been writing and drawing on them by request, all the while aware that his mother would have had a heart attack if she’d caught him putting ink on a lady who wasn’t his soulmate. She’d have gone apoplectic if she’d walked into that one hotel room in Minnesota with Steve sprawled on a squeaky bed in nothing but his shorts with six girls drawing on his skin.

~*~

The Army was another brand of different. They didn’t have ink just lying around, but that wasn’t about stop the guys from writing lewd messages on themselves. After better than a year with the choir girls, Steve had lost all of his shyness about ink, and their early attempts to shock him with their writing had only escalated when he hadn’t responded with the shock they’d expected.

The Howling Commandos used charcoal mostly, or campfire ash. If one of the guys fell asleep on watch, whoever found him would scrawl all over his face and then kick his ass awake. Steve mostly turned a blind eye to it, even that time that they’d found a stash of Nazi liquor and gotten rip-roaring drunk. Dum Dum had come up with the bright idea to strip naked and write Suck It on his cock with the fountain pen they’d found in the base commander’s desk. Dum Dum had been sore and itchy for days afterward and Steve hadn’t felt a bit of pity for him.

He hadn’t found it quite as funny when Bucky had wrestled him to the ground and wrote I won’t give away my sniper’s nest in the goddamned field like a fucking idiot all over his chest.

“Don’t blaspheme on my skin, Buck,” Steve had tried to protest, but his soulmate could be a person of faith, but he’d just gotten another goddamn fucking idiot for his efforts, and really, he’d deserved it.

~*~

When he woke up in the new century, his handlers had expected him to be shocked and appalled by all the visible ink. Girls walking around in short skirts with their legs covered in writing, men in tank-tops with messages from their soulmates proudly on display, tattoo parlors out in the open with advertisements on billboards, and fake tattoos available for 25 cents out of a machine. There were even people walking around with ink on their faces.

Steve had politely not laughed in his handlers’ faces when they’d gently explained that the world was different and he might find ink practices a little shocking. It was like the 21st Century thought they’d invented ink. He’d just nodded along and tried not to break their hearts by telling them that he’d probably seen more ink in more obscene places than they’d ever dreamed about.

He hadn’t written on the bottom of his foot – or anywhere else – since waking up. It didn’t seem like it would matter. If he had a soulmate out there, they’d be old enough to be his grandparent, and might not appreciate finding him so late in life. He did his best not to touch anyone over seventy, and generally kept his hands to himself with everyone else, just in case.

When he peeled his clothes off, sweaty and smeared with soot after The Invasion, and found a jumble of numbers and letters on his stomach, he was too exhausted to react to at all. He grunted, struggled out of his pants, and stepped into the shower.

The marks had grown by the time he woke up. Steve found himself staring at in the mirror, too stunned to do anything other than trace the shape of the numbers. Differential math, he realized belatedly. He hadn’t had much math in school, but he recognized the format from staring at Howard’s blackboard back in the workshop. He tried to solve the equation, but it was in pieces. Whoever was writing it had a brain that apparently moved too quickly for complete equations, or else they were writing some of it on paper rather than their skin.

“Okay,” Steve told his reflection. His heart gave an unsteady jerk. He had a soulmate. He had a soulmate who was good at math and had very neat handwriting, and had no compunctions about writing anywhere. Steve stood in front of the mirror for almost an hour, mesmerized by the ink boiling out of his skin.

He’d expected soul ink to feel like something, but there was almost no sensation, just a bare tickle that he might have been imagining. He traced the letters and numbers and wondered if his soulmate could feel him touching the marks, if they thought they were imagining the sensation as well.

A polite knock at the door interrupted him, and Steve only barely restrained himself from yelling at them to go away. He wanted to spend all day just watching his soulmate work, but when the agent on the other side of the door called out a tentative, “Captain Rogers…?” Steve sighed and pulled on a t-shirt.

He tried to write back. It took two days to work up the nerve, but he finally picked up a marker and wrote hello? on his hip, snuggled in between the two most recent equations, hoping it would be the most visible there. He waited for several minutes, but there was no immediate response. He had work to do – a city to clean up, alien technology to pick up before it fell into the hands of a civilian, and a cultural liaison to play pranks on.

Over the next several days, Steve grew increasingly frustrated as all of his questions were ignored and more and more ink showed up on his body. He wasn’t even sure how his soulmate had managed to get half of that equation onto his ass. Whoever his soulmate was, they were apparently ambidextrous and very flexible, and they didn’t sleep much.

It would just figure that Steve finally found his soulmate on the other side of a 70 year long nap under the water, and they were obviously brilliant, and – based on the number of times the caffeine molecule had been doodled on his arms – a coffee addict. They were passionate, and had steady hands, and were completely uninterested in responding to Steve in the slightest.

After tracing the most recent equation where it spidered out from his hip, crawled across his pelvis and ran down his left leg, Steve finally grabbed his marker in a fit of irritation and wrote, Either tell me your name or stop writing all these numbers on my skin in thick letters down his thigh. He traced over the letters again and again until they would be impossible to miss, even among all the clutter.

There was no response, but it was nearly one o’clock in the morning and Steve didn’t know when the equation had been written in the first place. His soulmate was probably asleep, though hopefully they would see it in the morning and at least acknowledge his existence.

~*~

Two days passed without a single spot of new ink showing up on his skin. Steve brushed his finger over the fading evidence of his annoyance, smearing a corner of the ‘E.’ Choosing a thinner marker, he found a clear space on the opposite leg and tried, Thank you for stopping the differential equations. I was missing too many pieces to keep up.

By the evening, there was no response, so Steve tried an apology: I’m sorry for shouting the other day. Or writing loudly?

Steve tried not to be disappointed when there was no response by the next morning. Maybe his soulmate had been responding to him in some kind of mathematical code that Steve didn’t understand. Maybe his soulmate couldn’t respond – maybe they had some kind of mental disability, or they were actually in a coma somewhere and this was their best friend doodling on their skin, shocked that someone had written back and didn’t know how to respond. They could be senile, or have some other kind of sickness, or just anxious because someone was yelling on their skin.

He made it all the way through the next day and into the following morning before picking a clear spot and writing, If you could write something back, I would appreciate it. Starting to think I’m going crazy here.

Steve sat on the edge of the bed and stared at his calf where he’d made his stupid desperate plea. He tried to scrub the letters off, but he’d used a sharpie and it had already dried. If he got into the shower, maybe he could get it off his skin before his soulmate saw it. He stared at the bathroom door. His SHIELD-issued apartment was the same size as the tenement he and his mom had shared with another single mom and her daughter, but Steve had the place all to himself. It had felt like luxury on those few occasions when he’d had the run of the tenement for an evening, but the apartment was just lonely and quiet.

Are you there? He wrote on the inside of his left forearm without expecting to get a response, but he was still disappointed when he finally went to sleep without one.

~*~

Yes.

Steve’s heart flip-flopped in his chest. He traced over the letters, for a moment wondering if he had written the word himself in his sleep, so desperate for an answer that he’d manufactured one himself. But the letters matched the rest of the writing, neat and precisely crafty, if not a little shaky compared to the others.

“Hi,” Steve said to his arm. He ran his thumb over the word again and again. Wiping his hands nervously on his bedspread, Steve picked up the marker and wrote back, Oh, good.

“Oh, good?” Steve hissed, “What the hell, Rogers?”

He tried to fix it by adding That’s really good, gave himself a sharp knock on the head, and helplessly added, Hi.

There was no immediate response and Steve cursed at himself. They probably thought he was a teenager with that witty introduction. Stripping off his t-shirt, he hurried into the bathroom and craned his neck back so he could get to the empty space on the left side of chest and wrote, My name’s Steve.

He tapped the marker on the counter, waiting for a response, feeling foolish and jittery. It was almost four in the morning, and he needed to be in the briefing room by five, but he didn’t want to cover his skin up in case he missed something. Maybe he could wear a tank-top and shorts – people did that in the twenty-first century, and if anyone called him on it, he could just play dumb and claim that he had misunderstood modern fashion.

Tony, appeared over his ribs, and then Can I.

Steve placed his hand over the name. Tony – he had a soulmate, and his soulmate’s name was Tony. It was perfect. He waited for the rest of the question to show up – could he what?

Impatient and excited, Steve twisted the pen around to the center of his chest, which had yet to fill up with differential math. I would love to meet you, he tried nervously. His hand was shaking so badly that the words came out spidery.

He waited nervously for a response, and almost missed it on his right arm. Skip the middle of the chest.

Steve winced. He should have noticed that Tony would rather twist around and write on his ass than the more easily accessible middle of his chest. He stretched his left arm over his head to pull the skin taut and wrote, Sorry. Does it hurt?

He’d never heard of soul ink hurting, but there was a lot that he’d never heard of before he woke up in the new century.

No, Tony reassured him over his hip. Just can’t see it.

Steve frowned, trying to think of a reason that Tony wouldn’t be able to see the center of his chest when the name finally impacted. Tony, who spoke fluent differential math and couldn’t see the center of his chest – because there was an arc reactor embedded in his sternum. Steve’s jaw went slack and he stared at his own reflection for several seconds. They’d touched skin-to-skin on the helicarrier. Steve boggled at the insanity of chance that had dragged him across a century to meet his soulmate, and his soulmate was Tony Stark.

He leaned back and wrote upside along the curve of his stomach, I would love to meet you.

Steve waited several seconds for a reply, twisting around to look at his back in the mirror in case Tony had decided to put his answer across his low back. The clock was ticking closer to five and Steve finally gave up and got dressed. He didn’t think Maria would let him get away with a tank-top and shorts after all.

Just as he was leaving the room, an address and a time appeared on his wrist.

~*~

Tony was already sitting at a small table on the outdoor patio at a café three blocks down from Stark Tower, dressed in a hoodie, baggy pants, and sunglasses. Steve had decided on simple clothing, a ball cap, and a pair of sunglasses that he’d borrowed from Mark, his cultural liaison. The sidewalk was still littered in debris, but the street was clear, and the café had either avoided the devastation of the battle, or repaired whatever damage had been done.  The café was busy, and Steve kept his head down to avoid recognition as he wended through the tables. He didn’t have as much trouble with it as the others – as long as he was out of his uniform, he didn’t usually get mobbed by civilians.

Tony didn’t look surprised to see him at all, but Steve shoved his hands in his pockets to keep them from giving away how nervous he was to see the other man. They hadn’t exactly gotten off to a good start, and Steve wouldn’t blame Tony if the meeting was just an opportunity to say we shouldn’t see each other without taking up precious skin space.

“I thought it might be you,” Steve said, stopping beside the table.

“Yeah,” Tony said after giving him an inscrutable once-over. “Well look at how surprised I am to see you.”

Steve didn’t know how to respond, or how to interpret Tony’s tone of voice. He gestured to a chair and waited for Tony to nod before sitting down. He was so nervous he felt like his spine was made of concrete and it wouldn’t bend on its own. It took conscious effort to make his posture relax and then he shifted around in the chair until he found a comfortable position for his legs where his knees weren’t wedged under the table, but he also wasn’t invading Tony’s space. Or setting himself up a potential tripping hazard. That was one thing that he did miss about being smaller – being so big and bulky meant constant negotiation of where his limbs were in relation to everyone else.

The waitress slid up to them with her notepad out, her eyes darting back and forth between them. Steve winced – she obviously recognized them, and all it would take was one word to get the attention of the entire café, and his meet-and-greet with his soulmate would vanish. She hesitated, the pen twisting in her fingers as if she was on the verge of asking for an autograph, but finally decided to take pity on them. She pulled out a smile and asked if they were ready to order.

“Espresso,” Tony said with a charming smile and a wink that was maybe a reward for not blowing their cover, “You know the way I like it.”

Steve held two fingers up for the same. Caffeine had no effect on him, but the army had given him a taste for strong coffee. She nodded, gave them another nervous look, and then nodded again and practically skipped away. Tony’s eyes followed her, but Steve couldn’t tell if it was an interested kind of following, or just a distracted kind of following.

“What are we going to do about this?” Steve asked to get his attention back and hid a wince by brushing his hair back from his face.

“Well,” Tony said, his eyes following Steve’s wrist, where the café’s address peeked out around the cuff of his jacket. “The Mystical Higher Powers That Be think we’re meant for each other. Apparently.”

Steve couldn’t tell if Tony was mocking ‘The Mystical Higher Powers that Be’ or not, but the uncertain feeling in his gut was starting to descend into dread. He managed a shrug, but he couldn’t stop his brows from drawing together in what he knew would read as a frown.

“Meant for each other can mean a lot of things,” he said. It could mean a lot of things – there were plenty of soulmates who ended up being the very best of friends, partners in business, there were even siblings who sometimes ended up as soulmates. It didn’t mean that they had to be in a romantic relationship, or even friends. They could just be excellent teammates. Or nothing at all.

Before he could babble any of that out, their server returned. It looked like she’d brushed her ponytail and put on more lipstick. She dropped off their coffee and bounced off in a way that made her ponytail swing.

Steve winced. “She recognizes us,” he said with a sigh.

“Yup,” Tony answered, but he sounded unconcerned. He picked up his cup and took a sip of it. The steam briefly fogged up his glasses, but the mist disappeared once he’d set the cup down.

“So,” Steve started, but then had no idea to continue. So, we should be friends. So, let’s not be enemies. So, how do you feel about being fuckbuddies?

“I think you should move in,” Tony said before Steve could say anything stupid. “I meant the Initiative,” he clarified when Steve just blinked at him like an idiot. “Which means you. As well.”

Steve’s heart was going crazy in his chest – leaping with hope and falling with disappointment at every third word. He swallowed and said, “Okay. What are we going to do about this?” He held up his arm just in case Tony thought he was talking about their coffee, or the mosaic pattern of the table, or the server who looked like she was half a breath away from starting a mob at the café.

“Well, I guess you’re going to be learning some differential math,” Tony said. Before Steve could get too disappointed, Tony spread his hands out on the surface of the table and added, “And… Maybe we can do. This.”

Steve’s skin went cold and his fingertips started to tingle with the force of his relief. He let out a lungful of air he hadn’t realized he’d been holding onto and sank collapsed into his chair. He felt the smile stretching across his face, and he couldn’t stop it from taking over. He felt light enough to float away. “I would like that Tony,” he said. “I would like that a lot.”

A tentative smile flickered over Tony’s lips, but he quickly hid it with his coffee. He nodded. “Great. That’s. Great.”

Steve drained his coffee, fished his pen out of one pocket and his wallet out of the other. He dropped a twenty dollar bill on the table (enough for living expenses for a month and change to spare in his youth), and then scrawled his signature on a napkin. Tony quirked an amused eyebrow at him, but he snagged the pen before Steve could cap and added his own signature to the bottom.

“Want to help me with the floor plan designs? I’m pretty sure I can drum up some coffee and Chinese takeout,” Tony said, recapping the pen and tossing it back.

Steve caught it and ducked to hide the stupid smile on his face. He slid the pen back into his jacket pocket and stood up. “I’d like that too.”

[ao3feed-clintbarton]

by Whedonista93

The Rockstar Soulmate AU no one asked for

Words: 6505, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 13 of Soul Mate AU

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Thor (Movies), Captain America (Movies)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Darcy Lewis, Steve Rogers, Howling Commandos, Tony Stark, Clint Barton, Jane Foster (Marvel)

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Darcy Lewis

Additional Tags: Original Character(s), Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Rock Stars, Alternate Universe - Music, Screaming Trees, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Soulmates, Alternate Universe - Tattoo Parlor, Tattooed Bucky Barnes

[ao3feed-janefoster]

Following Winter

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2vz4e88

by Whedonista93

The Rockstar Soulmate AU no one asked for

Words: 6505, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 13 of Soul Mate AU

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Thor (Movies), Captain America (Movies)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Darcy Lewis, Steve Rogers, Howling Commandos, Tony Stark, Clint Barton, Jane Foster (Marvel)

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Darcy Lewis

Additional Tags: Original Character(s), Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Rock Stars, Alternate Universe - Music, Screaming Trees, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Soulmates, Alternate Universe - Tattoo Parlor, Tattooed Bucky Barnes

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2vz4e88

[navybrat817]

You beat me to my inbox, but I wanted to drop in after seeing that anon's message earlier. Hope you're hanging in there. You do what you need to do. We're happy to wait until you're ready to come back and give us that specialness that is so uniquely you!

In the meantime, I'm going to revisit your Howling Commandos Tattoo Parlor and Sin on Skin AUs as well as anything else I haven't read yet on your masterlist. So much goodness in one place. It's going to be hard to decide what I read (and reblog/fangirl over) first.

Hey, Callalilly! I'm hanging in there and appreciate you checking in. I bought some candles yesterday and took a nap. 😂 I'm also 2.5k in farmer!Bucky and over 3k into a one-shot called Chokehold, so I hope to share those in October. I hope you're having a great weekend!

Oh, the tattoo artists. I miss them. I need to revisit them. All of them. Again, I appreciate you. Sending you all the love and good vibes. ❤️

[navybrat817]

Invisible Ink

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader x Steve Rogers Summary: The owners of the Howling Commandos Tattoo Parlor want to make you their best girl.  Word Count: Over 4k Warnings: Explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, flirting, tension, tattooed Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers (they’re warnings, okay?) A/N: Welcome to my tattoo AU! The smut in this chapter focuses on Bucky x Reader, but future one-shots will also have Steve Rogers x Reader and Stucky x Reader. Beta read by the wonderful @mashep23. Thank you, lovely! Banner created by yours truly, but Bucky and Steve photos were provided by the talented @nix-akimbo! This AU wouldn’t exist without them. And divider by the beautiful @firefly-graphics​!

18+ Please!!! Enjoy, lovelies! 

Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers were trouble in the form of two handsome, intoxicating men. The owners of the Howling Commandos Tattoo Parlor had no business looking the way they did, especially Bucky. With his glasses, tattoos and metal arm, which somehow made him look more attractive, he was just your type. They both were. So you decided they were both menaces sent to torment your dreams and fantasies. And likely men who would break your heart.

As luck would have it, you always managed to see the two of them around town. Whether it was at the grocery store or grabbing a coffee, one or both of them were there with their leather jackets, subtle smirks and flirtatious banter.

"You stalking me, doll?"

"Always a pleasure to see you, sweetheart."

You even saw them at the gym, even when you changed up your routine. Watching their muscles flex as they did their sets almost made you fall off the treadmill on more than one occasion. You lost count of how many times you daydreamed about them taking you on one of the machines or in front of the mirrors. They had to know the power they had over you.

It would have been easy to dismiss them if they were jerks, but they were the furthest thing from it. You saw them on more than one occasion help your older neighbor with her groceries or walk her across the street. It always put a smile on your face when you heard them politely say "ma'am". And they assisted local veterans and their families without being asked.

That was another reason you fell for them. Not just because they supported the community, but because they made people feel safe and secure, They were just good, genuine men with a beautiful friendship. You respected it.

But you had to avoid them, if only to get them out of your mind. Naturally, that was when your best friend decided to drag you to their place of business. Mandy was excited to get her appointment. All of the artists who worked there were in demand and she had to book well over a month in advance. People even came from out-of-town to get their tattoos done. They were that good.

"Come on! I'm finally getting my first tattoo and I need you here," Mandy whined as she pulled you along the sidewalk.

"Why do I need to be here?

"Moral support. What if the needle touches my skin and I scream and run?"

"I would run after you to see if you were okay. Then I'd laugh," you teased.

“Like I said, moral support. I also thought it might be fun for you to see your two favorite hunks.”

You held back a groan. She teased you relentlessly the moment she knew you liked them. It would never end. “They are not my-”

“They are and I need you to get laid. If not for you, then for me.”

“So you’re my wingwoman?” you asked as you stopped in front of the shop, "The Howling Commandos" sign shining bright. “You don’t even like men.”

"I’m your wingwoman, best friend and I know how to appreciate the beautiful art that is Bucky and Steve," she smiled, checking the time on her phone. "Right on time."

You took a deep breath as you walked in after her, unsure of what to expect. It was the first time you had seen the inside of the shop, but it looked nice. It was surprisingly quiet and clean, one of the walls lined with photos of various tattoos in all shapes and colors. They were stunning. 

"I expected more people," you said as you looked around. 

"It's still early," Mandy said, smiling wider at the redheaded woman behind the counter. You didn’t see her around as often as the boys, but Natasha always turned heads wherever she went. “Hi! I have an 11am appointment.”

“Hi,” she answered, grabbing a form and clipboard. “Take a moment to read over and sign. I’ll let him know you’re here.”

“Thanks,” Mandy said as she took it, sitting down to read and sign it.

“And you? Appointment or moral support?”

“Moral support,” Mandy answered for you, not looking up from the form.

“Yeah. Maybe next time,” you said, giving Natasha a curious look when she raised an eyebrow.

“Mmm. That’s too bad. The boys will be disappointed,” she said, smirking a little as she walked away.

“They...what?” you asked as she left the room.

“I’m of age. I’m not drunk,” Mandy muttered as she signed it. “What did you say?”

You plopped down beside her. “She said ‘the boys will be disappointed’ that I don’t have an appointment.”

“Maybe they are because they want to put their hands on you,” she joked, wiggling her eyebrows before she gave you a more serious look. “Or maybe they just like you.”

You didn’t answer her. It wasn’t a self-esteem issue. You carried yourself with a quiet confidence that you built over time. It had more to do with the fact that there were two of them and one of you. “Or they just want to get another client.”

“Give yourself some credit. You’re a catch. I know it. They know it,” she argued.

You stubbornly ignored that, clearing your throat. “So, you never said which one is giving you your tattoo.”

“I can’t remember. Both of them had awesome portfolios,” she shrugged, handing Natasha the clipboard when she came back in. 

Giving it a once-over, she nodded. “Follow me to the back. There’s water for both of you. Bucky’s just washing up.”

You both got up to follow, seeing the empty station ready for Mandy. That answered which one she booked the appointment with. 

“Will you hold my hand?” Mandy questioned as she sat again.

You looked at your friend, seeing a flicker of fear in her eyes as she looked over the instruments and ink. “Of course, I will,” you promised. You loved to give each other grief, but you didn’t want her to be afraid.

“Thanks,” she sighed in relief.

“It’s okay if you're nervous.”

You inhaled sharply when you heard Bucky’s voice. You could listen to it all day. Turning to look at him, you barely exhaled as he walked over. The glasses made his eyes more blue, more enticing. 

“I’m not nervous,” Mandy lied. 

Bucky was kind enough not to call her out on it. “Well, if you need to take any breaks, stretch, let me know,” he said gently, gazing at you before he went to get the stencil ready. “Good to see you.”

“Good to see you, too,” you said after a moment.

"Am I doing you today, doll?"

You felt your cheeks get heated as you looked back at him. “I’d like you to,” you answered before it registered that he meant ink and not how you took it. “I mean, no. No. I didn’t make an appointment.”

He finished the stencil with a chuckle. “I’m sure we can work something out...make it fit.”

You swore his voice got thicker. “It?” you repeated, your mind drifting to a dirtier place.

“The appointment,” he said, amusement in his eyes. “Steve and I can squeeze you in.”

Mandy wiggled her eyebrows again as she watched the two of you and you didn’t know whether to laugh or shove her off the chair. “Not today,” you managed to say without your voice cracking.

“No?”

“I’ll get a tattoo one day,” you said with determination, smiling when Bucky raised an eyebrow. “I will! And if you’re good, maybe you’ll be the one to do it.”

“You have no idea how good I can be, doll,” he smirked, making your breath hitch as he stepped closer. “No idea.”

Your heart rate picked up in your chest as you gazed at him, forgetting that you were in the parlor. You attempted to look cool and calm, but your body felt hot with him so close. 

“I didn’t know you’d be in today, sweetheart. Which one of us is doing you?

The heat you felt in front of you was suddenly felt behind you. You tore your gaze away from Bucky to look over your shoulder, meeting Steve’s blazing stare. Why did they have to phrase it like that? And why did they smell so good?

“Neither of us, sadly. She doesn’t want it today.”

“What do we have to do to convince you?” Steve asked. 

They were playing with you. And, frankly, you enjoyed it. Being the center of their attention felt good, even as your mind screamed at you that they were best friends and there was only one of you.

“If you two want to do her on your time, I support that,” Mandy chimed in, making all three of you look her way. “But I came here for a tattoo and I need her to hold my hand. You understand.”

“You’re right,” Bucky said semi-apologetically as he finally brought the stencil over. 

You turned your attention back to Steve as Bucky quietly spoke to Mandy. His tone seemed to put her at ease. How were they so perfect? “You don’t have a client right now?” 

“He should be here shortly,” he told you after he checked the time. “I’m actually glad you’re here.” 

“You are? How come?” you asked curiously.

“Bucky and I were planning a game night with some of the gang tonight. Would you like to join us? Say around 6?”

“Yeah. I’d love to,” you smiled softly, his smile matching yours. “Should I bring any food or drinks?”

“Just your beautiful self, sweetheart,” he said, his fingertips brushing your arm. The small touch left you wanting more. “Buck and I will take care of the rest.”

“Hand!” Mandy shrieked, bringing you back to why you were there. For your best friend, not your libido. 

“I’ll leave you to it. See you tonight,” Steve winked, nodding to Bucky as he went to his own station. 

“So, it’s a date?” Bucky asked as you took Mandy’s hand, clearly having overheard what Steve asked.

“I guess so,” you answered, gasping when nails dug into your skin. “Mandy!”

“Less flirty. More moral support.”

“Look at it!” Mandy ordered as she kept checking out her arm in the mirror, twisting gently to see it from different angles. 

“I saw it from start to finish,” you reminded her, though you were distracted staring at Bucky and how cute he looked when he concentrated. He was so gentle and noticed when you friend tensed up. “But it’s beautiful. The colors really pop. You did an amazing job, Bucky.”

He stopped his cleaning to look your way. “Thanks. That means a lot.”

You felt those butterflies again as he finished up, wrapping up Mandy’s arm and going over a few tips to take care of it. “I’ll leave a glowing review on the site.”

“I appreciate that. Thanks again. And, doll, I’ll see you later.”

“Yeah, later,” you smiled, giving him a small wave as you went with Mandy to pay Natasha. She left a generous tip before taking your arm to leave.

"They totally checked you out," she whispered even though they weren’t there.

"No, they didn't," you whispered back. You were lying to yourself. They both did and you felt like you were on top of the world.

“You’re right. They didn’t,” she agreed, her words stinging and taking some of the wind out of your sail. “They eye-fucked you so hard that I felt the aftershocks. And I should just drag you back there so I can see it again."

"Voyeur," you teased, biting your lip. Was she right?

“They invited you to game night. That says something.”

“It says that they recognize how awesome I am at games.”

“Twenty bucks says one or both of them will do you before midnight tonight,” she smirked as you shook your head. “Afraid to take that bet?”

“Double or nothing that you get a date with Natasha before the weekend.”

“You’re on.”

You were a bundle of nerves for the rest of the day, tossing around whether you should cancel. The pile of clothes on the bed taunted you from how many outfits you tried on. Why were you trying to impress them? They knew what you looked like. And it wasn’t an actual date. It was game night.

“Fuck it,” you mumbled. While the dress you settled on was simple, the blue and gold lingerie underneath reminded you of both of them. Sexy, fun, the blue nearly identical to some of the paint on Steve’s motorcycle and the gold on Bucky’s arm. Maybe you would get lucky.

“Good luck! Have lots of orgasms for me!” Mandy texted you as you left.

“You’re ridiculous.”

“Love you, too.”

You shook your head with a laugh as you went to Bucky and Steve’s place. It wasn’t a far walk, though you could imagine them chastising you for walking over by yourself. They would probably walk you home. Some of their mannerisms were old-fashioned, which you appreciated. It was endearing.

Smoothing out your dress, you took a deep breath and knocked on the door. “Remember, it’s game night. It’s not a date,” you muttered to yourself before the door swung open. “Holy shit.”

Bucky stood there only in his boxer briefs and it took everything in you not to melt into a puddle of goo. His torso was littered with tattoos, one covering some of the scars on his left shoulder. You practically drooled as you openly gaped at him. Did you have any self-control?

“Looking good, doll,” he smirked, his gaze lingering on your breasts before looking over the rest of you. “Sorry. Stevie told you 6, didn’t he?”

“Yeah,” you huffed, swallowing. “Yeah, he did.”

“Game night doesn’t actually start until 8,” he smirked, stepping back to let you inside. “And Steve had to make a last-minute run to the store.”

“Oh?” you asked, brushing past him as he shut the door. “Why ask me over so early then?”

“So I could talk to you,” he said, leading you through to the kitchen. “Drink?” 

“I’m fine, thanks,” you replied, setting your bag down on the counter. 

For a moment, the two of you didn't speak. It was similar to the parlor, like you were in your own world as you looked at each other. It was like a magnet pulled the two of you closer, his smoldering gaze making you feel weak. 

“What did you want to talk about?”

Bucky grabbed a beer for himself, taking a long sip as he regarded you. “You really have no idea why?”

You weren’t sure how to answer that. “Let’s pretend that I’m clueless.”

“You’re not clueless. You’re far from it,” he said warmly, taking another sip as you tried not to giggle at the compliment. “But I’ll spell if out for you if you’d like.”

“Please,” you said, unsure of what exactly he was about to tell you. All you knew was that he was extremely distracting in his lack of attire.

“In simple terms, doll, I’m into you. So is Steve.”

Your brain stopped functioning. Hearing him say it, a mixture of calm and firm, was something out of one of your dreams. Was it actually happening? “You’re both into me?”

“We thought it was obvious. All those times we bumped into you around town? The gym? Today at the shop?”

Thankfully, he didn’t say it in a way that made you feel dumb. He did sound a bit sad though, like the effort was for nothing. “But you two are best friends.”

“We are,” he nodded, setting his beer down. “Sometimes...best friends share,” he said carefully, looking cautious at your reaction.

“But...I’m…” you trailed off. Had they shared other girls before? Even if they had, why did they want you?

“One of the nicest people in this town with a heart of gold. You have an incredible sense of humor and loyalty to your loved ones. And you're so beautiful and sexy we’ve both walked around hard and aching when you’re near.”

You shivered as he took a small step closer. “Bucky…”

“Do you know how badly I wanted to spread you out on my station and eat your sweet pussy until you screamed? Maybe watch Steve fuck that pretty mouth of yours while I stuff you full of my cock?”

Your knees buckled, certain that your brain broke again as he moved right in front of you. “Oh, fuck.”

“Take you home and make you a nice meal before we start all over again," he continued, his hand splaying across your lower back as he pulled you close.

The rational part of your brain shrunk, but you managed to mentally question a few things. "If Steve wants this, too, why did you want to talk to me alone?"

"We didn't want to overwhelm you. We're a lot to handle alone, but both of us together are intense," he said, shoving his other hand between your legs. "Besides...I wanted you first."

You were wet the moment he said he was into you, but feeling his hand move under your dress? You were soaked, his breath tickling your lips as he leaned in. "God, Bucky."

"Tell me I'm wrong and that you don't feel something between us. That you don't feel something with Steve. Tell me and I'll stop," he breathed, his fingers skimming the top of your panties. 

"Don't stop," you begged in a whisper.

Both of you moved, closing the small gap between you for a heated kiss. His tongue danced with yours, coaxing and stroking the fire within you. A kiss had never burned you alive, but the fierce passion between you had your body in flames. You still had questions, but you were certain that you wanted him. And you were tired of denying it.

The hand between your legs moved away, making you whine at the loss. "I'm just getting started."

Before you could respond, he lifted and set you on the edge of the counter. You hiked your dress up as he shook his head. 

"Take it off. I want to see every inch of you."

The command made you tremble, but you quickly obeyed. "Should I call you 'sir'?" you asked as you pulled it over your head. 

"We'll set up rules and boundaries with Steve," he swore, groaning as he took in the sight of your lingerie. "Fuck, this is gorgeous. I'm half tempted to destroy it...but I'll destroy your cunt instead."

Blood roared in your ears, your hands moving on their own accord to remove your bra. He moved forward the moment your breasts spilled free. When his hot mouth closed around your nipple, sucking and licking as his metal hand played with your other breast, you thought you'd lose it. You could barely lift your hips as he yanked your underwear down, but you managed as he still lavished you with his mouth.

"You really want me?" he rasped, the tip of his tongue flicking your nipple and making your gasp.

"More than anything."

"Then put me out of my misery and spread those pretty legs, doll."

You opened them, giving him full access to your warm wetness.

"Should I wreck you with my tongue first or do you want my cock?"

"Just fuck me, please," you pleased breathlessly, the hand on your breast sliding down to feel how aroused you were. "Please!" you said again as a finger slipped through your folds. 

"Right here on the counter? Gonna make a mess for Steve to clean up?"

"Fuck, yes," you moaned as another finger slid in, feeling them stretch and ready you. If that was what he could do with his fingers…

"Condom?" he asked, slowly pulling his fingers out and licking them clean. You couldn't wait to feel what he'd do with his tongue. 

"I'm on birth control...clean. I just need to feel you. Please."

"Fuck," he hissed, yanking his underwear down with a sigh. Your eyes fell between your bodies and you shook at the sight of him stroking himself. "I can't wait."

"Then put me out my misery and fuck me." 

You tried to bury your face in his neck as he sank into you, but a hand gripped your chin and stopped you. Fuck, he was thick and the heat in his eyes made you flutter around him. 

"I told you I'm gonna destroy you, doll. So watch me while I do it."

His hips rocked and you didn't dare deny him. You thought Steve would have been the commanding one in bed. What if he was, too? God, two dominant men ready to rip you apart at the seams? You could handle it. 

"Fuck, you're tight," he whispered as you wrapped a leg around him. "Just like I dreamt you'd be."

You wrapped your arms around him, heady at the thought that this man dreamt of you and what you would feel like around his thickness. You clenched around him as he thrust, wanting to know every fantasy he had. You wanted to know everything. "You're thicker than I imagined."

"Fuck," he growled, the sound of your hips colliding making you writhe. It should have been uncomfortable, being fucked on a counter. But it felt like heaven. Like he had to just have you then and there. 

He pressed his forehead against yours, your body out of control as he took what he wanted and gave it back to you tenfold. His body was in time with yours and you wondered how you resisted for so long. The tight wire you felt inside you was close to snapping. 

"You're mine now, doll. You'll be his. We'll share with each other, but we're not sharing with anyone else."

"Oh, fuck!" you cried. Possessiveness wasn't something you thought would get you off, but you could hear how wet you were as he pistoned into you. 

"You like the sound of that? Beings ours?" he grunted, moving to pepper kisses along your jaw. "Better get used to it."

"Yes!" 

"Say my name. Need to hear it."

"Bucky!" you cried, his hand snaking between your bodies to find your clit. Your hips bucked as he found it with his thumb, digging your nails into his back as you held on. 

"Told you...I want a mess for Steve to see. To add to it. Every time we look at it, we'll remember that your pretty cunt left a mark for us to see."

"Please, I'm close," you gasped, so close to fracturing to pieces. 

"You come when you want, doll. Just look at me when you do. Come."

Your mouth fell open, unable to keep your scream in as your orgasm hit you hard. Electricity crackled through your body, blinded by the bright lights behind your eyes. Your hips jerked as he fucked you through it, swearing under his breath in another language. He took mercy on you and moved his thumb away, his face twisting in pleasure.

"Fuck," he snarled, his thrusts animalistic as he chased his own end. The sound he let out was otherworldly as he flooded you, coating your quivering walls. The feel of his release inside you was addicting. You wanted more. So much more.

You relaxed as your breathing slowed, touched by how tender his kiss was. It wasn't rushed or frenzied. It was beautiful, like him. 

"Wow," you exhaled, keeping your leg tight around him and smiling as he went in for another kiss. It was just as soft as the first. "I knew it. You're a menace."

"Both of us are," Bucky mused. 

"I'm in trouble," you smiled before you heard heavy, deliberate footsteps. 

"Here comes trouble," Bucky grinned.

Steve's eyes swept over your profile appreciatively as he entered the room, a smirk forming on his handsome face as he met your gaze. "I guess he really did start without me."

"Sorry, Stevie. You said I could," he reminded him.

The blonde nodded in agreement as he checked his watch, his eyes sparkling as he looked up. “I did. And we still have time before everyone else shows up.”

Yeah. You were in big trouble. 

[navybrat817]

Howling Commandos Tattoo AU - Series Masterlist

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader, Steve Rogers x Female Reader, Bucky Barnes x Female Reader x Steve Rogers

Summary: The owners of the Howling Commandos Tattoo Parlor want to make you their best girl.

Series Warnings:  Explicit sexual content, spitroasting, threesome, vaginal sex, double penetration, unprotected sex, flirting, tension, feels, possessive behavior, slight angst, tattooed Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers (they’re warnings, okay?)

A/N: Welcome to my Tattoo AU where Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers are crazy about you. Thank you for tagging along on my journey, lovelies. Bucky and Steve edit credit goes to @nix-akimbo​! This world wouldn’t exist without them.

I am no longer doing tags for new works and series. Please follow my side blog @navybrat817-sideblog​ and turn on notifications! I will only post my fics and writing schedule there so it will not clog up your feed. We may see other drabbles and one-shots outside of the planned fics, but only time will tell. Happy reading!

I do not consent to have my work posted on any third party site or app. If anyone sees my work anywhere but here or archiveofourown under my same username, it has been reposted without my permission. 18+ Please!!! By reading this, you agree that you are at least 18 years old. Enjoy, lovelies!

Phase 1 - Invisible Ink

Invisible Ink

Invisible Ink - Part 2

Invisible Ink - Part 3

Transparent - The morning after Invisible Ink Part 3

Phase 2 - Visible Mark 

Visible Mark 

Visible Mark - Part 2  

Visible Mark - Part 3 

Luminous

Phase 3 - Eternal Brand 

Eternal Brand 

Eternal Brand - Part 2

Eternal Brand - Part 3

After Eternal Brand

Permanent

Constant

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Incandescent

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Invisible Ink - Part 2

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader x Steve Rogers Summary: The owners of the Howling Commandos Tattoo Parlor want to make you their best girl. Word Count: Almost 2.8k Warnings: Explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, flirting, tension, feels, tattooed Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers (they’re warnings, okay?) A/N: Welcome to the next part of my tattoo AU!  This is direct follow up to Invisible Ink. The smut in this chapter focuses on Steve x Reader, but the next part will feature Stucky x Reader. Beta read by the amazing @angrythingstarlight​, but any and all mistakes are my own. Thank you, lovely! Banner created by yours truly, but Bucky and Steve photos were provided by the talented @nix-akimbo! This AU wouldn’t exist without them. 

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You nearly dropped your gaze when Steve moved forward, the intensity in his eyes making you shiver. He didn't just walk. He stalked toward you like a predator. Lucky for him, his partner already had you caught in their trap. As if you would have tried to escape. 

"We… what?" you asked, not a single ounce of smoothness rolling from your tongue. Mind-blowing orgasms did tend to shut your mind off briefly and when was the last time you came the way Bucky made you?

The smirk on Steve's face only grew as he got closer. "I told you not to break her."

"Maybe I'm just that good," Bucky smirked back.

That snapped you out of it enough to playfully glare at them. The affection in their tone wrapped around you like a warm blanket. "It takes more than that to break me."

The blonde hummed as he took his spot beside the brunette, who was still inside you. "How many to make you shatter?" he asked, gently gripping your chin. 

No one ever looked at you like they wanted to devour you until you met them. “I guess you’ll have to find out.”

“Buck, why don’t you get cleaned up?” Steve suggested, not taking his eyes off you. 

“Fuck that,” Bucky replied, exhaling as he slowly pulled out of you. Your walls clenched around nothing, empty and aching. “I’ll get dressed, but no point in washing up when I’m getting my dick soaked the moment everyone leaves.”

You smiled before you could stop yourself. “You say that like it’s a sure thing.”

Bucky gripped Steve’s wrist, turning your face toward him. “You said you’d be ours. Or was that just talk?” 

A flash of fear flickered in his eyes and you wondered what exactly he was afraid of. Did he think it was the heat of the moment that made you agree? “We have a lot to talk about, but I said I’m yours. I don’t give my word lightly.”

Both smiled as Bucky dropped his hand, your words making the tension vanish. “That’s our girl,” he said fondly, giving you a soft kiss before he fixed his underwear. “You two have fun.”

Steve chuckled as his friend left the kitchen. “You scared him, sweetheart.”

“I scared him?” you asked incredulously. Could you actually frighten either of them?

“You have no idea the hold you have on us, do you?” he questioned, his grip still gentle on your chin.

Your heart thudded in your chest, suddenly vulnerable even though you were naked on the countertop. What could you say to that? “I…” 

“Oh, sweetheart,” he sighed, leaning in to kiss you. While his gaze was heated and full of fire, his lips brushed yours delicately. He inhaled your breath as your lips parted, gently coaxing your tongue into his waiting mouth. His hand left your chin as he deepened it, sliding down to palm your breast.

“Steve,” you breathed as his thumb brushed your nipple. 

“Wanted you for so long,” he admitted, his lips sweeping over your neck. “Woke up hard today just thinking about you.”

He took your hand and guided it toward the front of his jeans, letting you palm him. Feeling his covered length made your throat go dry. Your walls clenched again, needing to be filled. You had a taste of Bucky and he was addicting. You knew you’d have the same craving with Steve. 

“But first…” he groaned, both hands moving to your knees and pushing your legs apart. “Let me see what a mess he made of you.”

“Fuck…” you whimpered when he dipped down.

“Language,” he said in a stern tone, surprising you. “It does sound sexy. Not as sexy as my name will be though.”

The confident smirk suited him as he opened your legs even more. You trembled beneath his hands as he focused on your twitching hole. “Look at that,” he said in awe, his fingertip brushing your lips. You whimpered at the thought of him making a bigger mess of you. “When I have more time, I’m going to eat this pretty pussy like it’s my last meal. You’ll be begging for my cock long before I’ve had my fill.”

“Please,” you begged. Their mouths were made for sin and you wanted nothing more than to commit every single one with them.

“Tempting,” he whispered as he stood back up, bringing his finger to his mouth and licking it. “But I have something else in mind.”

He gripped your hips and pulled you toward him, your legs wrapping around his waist. Your nipples rubbed against his chest as he carried you to the living room. “Not the bedroom?”

“Buck may be upset if I have you in a bed first. That’s for all three of us.”

Your heart swelled a bit. From the banter you saw between Bucky and Steve, it was clear that their bond ran deep. They looked out for each other. It made you wonder how you were going to fit into their world. But that talk would come soon enough.

Instead of taking you to the sofa, Steve helped you put your feet on the ground. Your legs felt a bit wobbly, having to grip his arms to keep from collapsing. Bucky really did fuck some of your basic functions out of you, didn’t he?

Waiting until you were stable, the blonde grabbed a pillow and tossed in on the floor. He cupped your face, his mouth strong and tender as he gave you a hungry kiss. “Hands and knees.”

His eyes locked on yours and you nearly crumbled. The drop in his voice alone made you wet all over again. You reluctantly pulled away, complying as you turned and sank to the floor. Your knees rested on the pillow, making you smile. He thought enough to make sure you were somewhat comfortable.

“You wet for me, sweetheart?” he asked, hearing him unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. Was it the mere sound of it that was arousing or was it just him? “Are you ready for my cock?”

“I’m ready, Steve. Please,” you promised, looking over your shoulder as he moved behind you. He hadn’t bothered undressing and that made it even hotter. Your eyes zeroed in on his cock and, like when you saw Bucky’s, you trembled at the sight. You needed him inside you.

“Bucky already filled your beautiful cunt. You need me to fill you, too?” 

“Yes,” you moaned as his hands caressed your ass, your head falling a bit when they moved to your hips. “Steve, please.”

He aligned his cock, your pussy latching on as he pushed the head in. “Fuck…” he moaned, slowly sliding home. 

“Steve?” you asked when he sheathed you, not moving right away. You tried to push back against him, but the hold on your hips was ironclad. 

“Let me savor this before I destroy you.” 

You whimpered as he held you still, but you didn’t argue. Even as you pulsed around him in anticipation. Seconds continued to pass before you finally felt him start to pull out. You clamped down when he almost slid out completely just to have him slam back in. The force of it made you keen. 

“You better hold on, sweetheart,” he warned, his fingers digging in as he set a relentless rhythm.

Your wet walls fluttered with each stretch, your breath leaving your lungs in ragged breaths. You tried to hold on, but you could only enjoy the ride as he pulled you back to meet his demanding thrusts. They had you mewling as he kept burying himself to the hilt.

“Knew you could take us. Knew you were made for us.”

Menaces. Trouble. Gods. Bucky ruined part of you when he took you apart in the kitchen. Now Steve had you on your hands and knees, tearing you to pieces. You thought it would take more for you to shatter.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Be as loud as you want. Let Bucky hear it. Bet he’s hard, wishing he was back inside you.”

Your pussy sucked him in deeper than you thought possible, letting all of your sounds out. The hot and needy feeling they brought out of you was something you never wanted to deny again. And the image of Bucky in the doorway or around the corner, his hand running over his cock just from your sounds. “Steve, fuck!”

“That mouth again. Going to look beautiful stuffed with my cock,” he grunted, pounding into you. “Drenching me. Does that get you hot? Thinking about my cock in your mouth? His cock spilling down your throat?”

You swore you heard Bucky groan in the distance over the sounds of your own cries. “Yes! I want it,” you admitted shamelessly. You wanted every hole ruined by them.

You gasped as he stretched over you, his mouth brushing your shoulder. “That’s my good girl,” he said against your skin. “You tell us what you need and we’ll give it to you.”

Your eyes burned as you began to spiral, your warmth clenching tighter and tighter. He wasn’t just talking about sex and that made your heart leap into your throat. “Please.”

“I said ‘tell’. What do you need?” 

His pace increased, the throbbing in your core almost overwhelming. “I need to come!”

Your mouth fell open in a silent scream when his finger slid over your clit. “That’s my good girl. Come for me,” he growled in your ear.

Your orgasm ripped through you, just as powerful as the first. Your body went up in flames as you spasmed around him, reduced to a whimpering mess. Before you could finish riding it out, he withdrew from your body and put you on your back. You were still whimpering when he opened your legs and slid back in.

“Need to see you,” he groaned, his thrusts deep and quick. Through the haze, you could see how beautiful he looked. It took a second to lift your hand, bringing it to his cheek as he chased his end. He turned his head and kissed your palm, his eyes not leaving yours as he groaned out his release. The feel of him spilling into your already coated walls was everything.

Your body was limp beneath his, both of you panting as you stared at each other. His eyes went soft as he leaned down, lovingly brushing his lips against yours. How could both of them take you like animals and kiss you after like you were something precious?

“I can’t move,” you whispered. You felt boneless, weightless. 

Steve chuckled, wrapping his arms under your body to pull you close. Feeling his clothed body against your naked form was something out of a fantasy. “You don’t have to. Let me hold you and we’ll get ready in a few minutes.”

His lips brushed your forehead and you quickly shut your eyes. The emotions hit you square in the chest, unexpectedly. You couldn’t remember the last time you had sex and you slept with two men in a matter of minutes. Two wonderful, perfect men.

“Did I lose you?” Steve asked, his lips brushing over your eyelids. “Open your eyes, pretty girl. Please.”

“Please,” Bucky added, making you open them and move your head to the side. He was dressed with a drink in hand. His grin made your heart flutter. When did he walk in?

“There you are,” Steve said, touching your cheek and bringing your attention back to him. “Was it too much?”

He looked and sounded worried. You had to rectify that immediately. “No. It was perfect. Both of you are.”

Steve’s gaze was thoughtful, like he knew you had more to say. He also seemed to recognize how vulnerable you felt and didn’t push. Neither did Bucky. “Let’s get you something to drink. How does that sound?”

“That sounds nice,” you replied, exhaling when he moved out of your body. “Oh…” you said as his release leaked out of you and onto the pillow.

“Make sure Clint uses that pillow,” Bucky teased as Steve got up, still holding you in his arms.

“He’d probably like that,” Steve joked, sitting up and pulling you in his lap. 

Bucky set the drink on the coffee table before he grabbed the blanket draped on the back of the sofa. He pressed a kiss to your forehead as he wrapped it around you. Were they always swoonworthy?

“That’s…” you trailed off when he moved, getting a good look at the drink in front of you.

“Your favorite,” Bucky winked as he sat in the recliner.

“And we got your favorite snacks,” Steve added, wrapping his arms around you.

You leaned your head on his shoulder, trying to keep up with everything that transpired. The quiet didn’t bother you. It felt… comfortable and right. 

“You can talk to us if you want. We won’t bite,” Steve said after a minute.

“Unless you want us to,” Bucky smirked. 

You giggled at the familiar flirting, the sound making all of you relax more. “I’m not used to this.”

“Not used to what?” Steve asked, one of his hands rubbing your back.

“Not used to not one, but two, amazing men showering me with attention,” you answered, smirking yourself. “And orgasms.”

“I’ll wake you each day with orgasms if you let me, doll. Sweetest breakfast I’ll ever taste,” Bucky said gruffly, his tongue poking out and licking his lips. 

“Not if I get a taste first,” Steve said in your ear. 

You closed your eyes, holding back the whimper that bubbled up. They were playing dirty. It wasn’t fair. “There’s only one of me.”

“More than enough to love,” Bucky said easily. 

Love? Was he making a generalization or did it mean more? “It doesn’t bother you?”

“I think the question is… Does it bother you?” Steve pressed. “Does it bother you to think we want to share you?”

“No,” you said honestly. You didn't feel like a prize to them. “But you two are so close and I’m just-”

“You’re not just anything,” Bucky cut you off before you could put yourself down, leaning forward to get your drink. He handed it to Steve when you lifted your head. “We both care about you.”

“We care enough that if you only wanted one of us, we’d accept it,” Steve continued, bringing the drink to your lips.

You took a large sip, not wanting to drink it all down. You still needed a semi-clear head. “So, if I really only wanted to be with one of you. That would be it?”

Neither said anything as they looked at each, having a silent conversation. That bond again. They didn’t even have to speak to read each other. “Yes,” they spoke at the same time.

“Really?”

“Really? We care about you and want you happy,” Steve told you, making you smile gently. “And Buck and I want the same for one another. I know you’re good for him. He's good for you.”

“Just like you two are good for each other,” Bucky added.

You looked between them, wishing you could read their minds. “You two thought this out.”

“Steve is the man with a plan,” Bucky joked, leaning back in his chair. 

“I don’t want to come between you. I won't be that person,” you blurted out. You felt like an idiot. You had the best sex of your life and you couldn’t just let it be.

Steve tilted your chin up, kissing you long and deep. It smothered anything else you had to say. “Buck, get over here.”

You hadn’t recovered from that kiss before Bucky turned your face toward him, his kiss just as loving and passionate. “You won’t come between us, doll,” he said against your lips.

They made it sound so simple. Maybe in their eyes it was. And you knew you’d have the support of your best friend. She respected people embracing what they wanted as long as no one got hurt. “Okay. We’ll continue this talk later. I should probably clean up before the others get here.”

“You’re not cleaning up,” Steve shook his head. 

“I’m not?” 

“You’re going to put your dress back on and stay nice and wet for us,” Bucky said as a matter-of-fact. “We even have a plug waiting for you, if you’re ready for that.”

“You…” you looked between them again. Both of them had shit eating grins on their handsome faces. “You have a plug for me?”

“We each do. What do you say, sweetheart? Think you can stay nice and plugged up before we really play tonight?”

Oh, you weren’t in trouble. You were in danger.