#stucky drabble

[myfictionaldreams]

Omg, could you do a challenge like reader see's a challenge on tiktok ,, no kissing" and she doesn't kiss and avoids kissing Steve. Steve gets annoyed and ask her whats wrong and at the end of the day they do cuddles and fluff and smut

This started as a drabble and ended up taking a life of its own.

tags: 18+ readers only, smut, slight angst, teasing, begging, sad boy steve, overstimulation, edging, crying because of mean!dom steve, aftercare

You thought it would be easy not being able to kiss Steve for a few hours and it was only a silly little TikTok challenge that had you laughing as you scrolled through the tag on the app watching other people's attempts.

You even contemplated involving Bucky but then it would be too much work so you just kept it to yourself, deciding to start whilst at the office. It didn’t help matters that you were wearing Steve’s favourite dress so his eyes seemed to be constantly glued to your exposed legs and pushed-up breasts. Ok, maybe you were playing up to the challenge and wanting to look as irresistible as possible to the mafia boss but then he always explained that you could be wearing a plastic bag and he would still find you captivating.

Sitting in your little lounger to the side of the office, you hide your phone camera and wait. Like clockwork, two minutes of glances was all it took for Steve to stand tall from his desk and walk over, squatting in front of you and taking the book you were pretending to read from your grasp. His face inched towards yours and you almost forgot about the challenge as you craved to meet him in the middle but in the last second, you turned your head.

“I was reading that”, you say innocently, plucking the book back and beginning to read. Steve frowned, trying to think back to the thousands of times the two of you had kissed and if you’d ever avoided him and came up empty. Maybe you were just distracted he decided and kissed your temple and moved back to his seat looking like a puppy with his tail between his legs.

He wasn’t the only one who was suspicious as you caught eye contact with Bucky who was squinting his eyes at you in confusion. You shrugged your shoulders and continued reading.

This all happened once more half an hour later as you stood and approached Steve, arms around his shoulders and nuzzling into his neck to take his attention from the screen. Immediately his hands settled on your waste as he pulled you onto his lap. Steve dipped his face towards your lips and you turned in the last moment so he kissed your cheek.

“Why are you doing that?” he asked, trying not to sound hurt or annoyed, he wanted to feel your lips against his, why were you denying him? Had he done something wrong, he thought.

“Doing what?”, was your nonchalant response as you continued to act as normal.

Steve leaned in again, his hand on your chin to try and keep you in place and now the only way you could escape was by standing and announcing that you were going to the toilet. However, on your way past Steve, he grabbed your arm, his fingers on your chin just like Steve’s and you didn’t shy away from the kiss which only made him more confused as you walked off. You actually did have to use the bathroom so you weren’t lying. As you exited though, you were greeted by your other boyfriend, standing with his arms crossed and a frown on his face.

“You sent me this TikTok two weeks ago, I know your little game”, he informed you, your rouse already up.

“Please don’t say anything to Steve, I want to see how far I can take him before he snaps”.

Bucky stepped forward, towering over you as he contemplated for a moment. “You know he’s going crazy in there right? I don’t think it’s getting the desired effect you were hoping for, he looks more upset than anything. He thinks he’s done something to upset you”.

A sinking feeling came over your heart as you felt bad that he felt like he’d done something wrong. Maybe you would go and tell him about the trend but then again… it had only been an hour, you could always make it up to him later.

“I won’t do it for much longer, I promise just please go along with it Buckaroo”, you begged, fluttering your eyelashes up at him until he succumbed and pecked your lips.

Back in the room, Steve’s eyes followed you as you now sat at the main desk with your book, flicking through the pages and feeling his eyes burn a hole into your body.

30 seconds. 30 whole seconds ticked by and Steve was out of his chair, dropping to his knees as he moved yours back until you were looking down at him.

“What did I do? Please talk to me, what can I do to fix it?” Steve begged sincerely. Your heart was pounding in your chest as you reached to cup his cheek, instincts taking over to care for him.

“Nothing Steve, you’ve done nothing wrong, I promise”, you tried to reassure him.

“Then kiss me baby”, he implored, his hands settling on the outside of your thighs.

You leaned forward and kissed his cheek and moved back again to see him frown.

It was Bucky who spoke next as he sat opposite you at the table, “For the love of God, please can you tell him what you’re doing, he’s breaking my heart, Mama”.

Steve’s frown deepend until there was a deep line in between as he looked between you and Bucky. Sighing you stood and picked up your phone, stopping the recording. “It’s a TikTok trend, ‘no kissing on the lips’, I was seeing how long we could go but we only got… just under an hour”.

Whilst you explained, you didn’t see the calculating, predatory gaze Steve was giving you. There he was, frightened he’d hurt his best girl and there you were teasing and laughing at him. He stood, taking swift large steps towards you before halting, taking your phone and throwing it onto the lounger.

You stared up at him with wide eyes, swallowing audibly as he tilted his head and looked up and down with a hungry gaze. “My funny, sweet girl with your fun little games”, he mumbled, lifting his finger and stroking over the tops of your breasts causing you to shiver at the rough feeling of his calloused fingertips. “I guess then you won’t mind if I play some of my own?”

Steve’s game was not as fun as yours, in fact, you could safely say it was anything but fun to be edged for hours on end. All office work was cancelled for the day and given to Sam and Natasha to do as Steve had Bucky hold your hands on the table, your dress ripped from your body as his face between your legs, then his fingers, then his cock. Each stroke, thrust, and lick had you whimpering and begging for more but Steve would always pause, letting the pleasure feelings disperse before starting again.

It got to the point where you were crying and shaking for him to let you cum, repeatedly apologising for teasing him but he just continued until you were so overstimulated that he stopped altogether. You were in Bucky’s arms, his strong hands under your legs to keep you upright as Steve was pumping his cock into you when he finally decided that you’d had enough.

Stroking away the sea of tears dripping down your cheeks, Steve carefully lifted your face more towards him, “I love you”, you said without needing any prompting, pouting out your lips to get him to kiss you.

“I love you too, you’ve done so well for me, Honey”, he kissed your lips slowly, moaning into it and then began to provide aftercare, taking you from Bucky, cleaning your body of the sweat and juices, making sure you had a glass of water and a little snack before dressing again and preparing to go home.

[hainethehero]

Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you- *intense drumroll*- BABY BOY ON A BIKE! ⬇️

I always forget the fact that Steve canonically rides his bike around a lot. It's a part of him, like his shield. But I have a headcanon that his Daddies are the ones that fix/service it for him. (He's obviously capable of doing it himself but he likes when they insist they fix it for him bc he's spoiled like that). So, when he's not painting or drawing, he goes to Tony's garage, sits back in a pair of denim shorts and a crop top, sipping on a strawberry smoothie while his Daddies fight over who gets to fix Steve's bike this time.

[kaiparker-avengerssmut]

All in there

Pairings | Bucky Barnes x f!reader, Steve Rogers x f!reader, Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers

Warnings | 18+ cum play, smut, kinda fingering, dirty talk

Word count |  487

Summary | the one where you get pregnant 

A/n | so this is part of the same universe as my Drabbles bound and Squirming, Perfect, Shine, and Bun in the Oven, but can also be read as a stand alone fic as well😌

Masterlist

Bucky's cerulean eyes twinkled with awe as he scooped two fingers through the mess of yours, his own and Steve's cum that was dripping from between your folds. He collected some before pushing it back into you, causing your legs to jolt and a raw moan to leave your hips. 

Steve huffed a chuckle, "C'mon, Buck. Leave the poor dame alone. We've been at it for ages." Steve lightly reprimanded, peering over at the two of you from where his attention had been previously caught in his book. 

Bucky sighed through his nose and kissed your thigh softly. 

"I jus' wanna make sure it's all in there." Bucky huffed and Steve snickered. 

"I'm sure with the amount we pumped inta her, she'll be swelling with our child pretty quick." You let go of your own chuckle at that, wiggling your hips from where they rested on top of one of the pillows. 

The soft light from the lamp that sat on the bedside table emitted a warm glow that highlighted Bucky's impish grin as he scooped over more cum back into you. 

"Shit, Buck." You hissed, head dropping into the sheets as he sniggered at you. "It won't fit." You hissed.

Amusement in his eyes, Bucky didn't even look up as he said, "Oh, it'll fit doll."

You exchanged a worried glance to Steve, who only grinned in response. A sigh left your lips.

"Now that's just not fair." Steve said, but amusement still lit up his eyes. 

Discarding his book, Steve leant over and pressed a long, languid kiss to your lips. 

"Give him a second, sweetheart, and he'll get bored and try to get me hard again," Steve mumbled, before leaning closer to your ear, "because he's a slut who loves it up the ass." He added, a smirk on his lips as he whispered to you.

You both giggled as Bucky's ministrations halted, a furrow pulling at his brows. 

"I can hear you, you know." He muttered as he climbed into Steve's lap, leaving you to settle into the pillows. 

"We know, sweet cheeks. I just can't get enough of your cute pout you keep makin'." Steve chuckled, nipping at Bucky's lower lip. 

Bucky remained stubborn for another moment, before he melted under Steve's gaze and leant in for a sweet kiss. 

"Get some sleep, trouble." Steve whispered, "I'll fuck you in the morning." He murmured at last, leaving Bucky squirming in his arms and your own eyes as wide as saucers.

[frostironfudge]

Keep My Secret - (Bucky x Reader x Steve)

Summary: The search for Bucky and Steve is shrouded in darkness, will you find the light and the loves of your lives?

my entry for @the-slumberparty 's week one i spy challenge, i had the theme isolation and setting fairy tale and this is what i came up with, hope you enjoy it! ‘Leather cuffs’ and ‘bouquet of flowers’ were also prompts.

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: dark setting, allusions to future dub-con (none explicitly described or stated), isolation, kidnapping, dark magical elements, dark character and one soft dark character (i'm not saying who is who because i don't want to give it away), allusions to torture, wounds mentioned, mind control, power dynamics, dark fae magic.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader x Steve Rogers

Main Masterlist || AO3

The scent of rain soaked mud slowly clambers up the endless walls. You do remember the word for it, the grogginess around your mind isn’t clearing. Otherwise you’re sure you would know. 

A rumble in the distance followed by a louder boom. You hear a cough followed by a groan. The presence is familiar. The darkened room seldom aids your half mast gaze. 

Dull aches finally register along your temple and cheekbone. When your fingers reach out the remembrance sets in, leather cuffs. Binds that tie you to this fate. Another groan, your head lols towards it. You whimper as you recognise him despite the state of his body. 

“B-bucky?” You call out, his head snaps up, then he groans yet again. 

Bucky shakes off the pain, enhanced vision allowing him to trace you across the circular room. Strands of his now long hair fall back. Months. Months spent locked in this tower. Months since he was gone and asked you not to follow. 

His brows furrow, there was something different today in the tower and it wasn’t the petrichor. Cobwebs still decorated the ceilings, dust settled in around objects. The table with familiar tools is the only clean surface, and there lay coated in the softest of dew drops—bougainvillaeas. Tied with a leather string. Bucky’s eyes find you again. The flowers held meaning to you. Currently the bouquet symbolises you. 

“Malyshka (baby).” 

You look back at him from the floor. The flash of lightning outside illuminates him. Blue eyes full of worry, crimson coats his skin. It felt as if eons since you heard the endearment from his lips. 

“What have they done?” You beg to know, “Bucky, where have you been? I, I—,”

“Malyshka, I told you not to follow me.” He sighs, on his knees making his way towards you. The chain tugs on his arm when he attempts to touch your face. 

“You were gone, you promised and you were gone. Just like he did. I had to find you. We’ll get out.” You assure him, you had a plan, you had the tracker. Sam would find the two of you. “Then we’ll find him, we will all return home.”

“Malyshka, we are—,”

The door opens, cutting off Bucky’s reply. 

Fresh flame torches carried in by the soldiers in black and red replace the burnt out ones on the walls. The stone illuminated with an orange glow. The flames flicker as the only window allows wind into the room. They leave the door open. 

A larger figure walks in, a mask covering his face, a mane of dark hair surrounds him. 

“Did you like my present?” he questions, the voice carries an echo of foreign familiarity, his large palm moving to cradle Bucky’s head, fisting in his hair. Bucky’s jaw clenched. 

“Hmm, this hair suits you better. A reminder of glorious days.” The man hums. 

“I have no need for presents.” Bucky spits out and the man tsks. 

“The gift of flowers was for her, you need to be more appreciative. I remember you being more affectionate.” The man sighs, fingers running through Bucky’s hair, almost intimate. Your brows furrow. The brunette turns his head away away, then a slap echoes through the room, “Be respectful, Soldat.” 

Bucky spits out the iron laced saliva pooling in his mouth. 

You look at the flowers, one of your lesser known favourites. Only two people knew the meaning the flowers held for you. 

Your eyes widen at the HYDRA symbol on the man’s back. He turns to you. The mask hides his identity and unease pools in your stomach as you stare at the void blackened eyes of the mask. 

“Tell me then,” the man squats before you, gripping your chin harshly, you cry out as his gloved fingers dig into the cut along your jaw, “I asked you a question, did you not like flowers, mo chridhe (my heart)?” 

Bucky closes his eyes as your accusing gaze meets him, then back to the masked man. The dark laughter echoes around the room and cracks your heart into pieces. 

He squishes your cheeks together, your tears pool over his fingers, trailing down the glove to his wrist. 

“Ste-Steve?” You ask, he shakes his head, taking off his mask. The beard on him familiar, his hair longer, indicating the time of him being gone. However the blue eyes you fell in love with and saw your future in are now surrounded by a thin ring of silver. 

The lips belong to Steve but the smile is no longer warm, it only sends a cold chill through you. 

“B-bucky, what—,” You sputter, Steve’s grip tightens. 

“Are you going to tell her, baby?” He quirks a brow, lazily looking back at Bucky. 

Bucky’s shoulders shake, lips trembling. He meets your eyes with tear stained cheeks. 

“He isn’t, he isn’t our Steve.” 

Your widened eyes move back to him, no, it can’t be, Steve is, Steve is supposed to, what has HYDRA done to him?

“Oh mo chridhe, your shared Steve’s long gone, but fret not. I will make sure the two of you are cared for, like my own sweet little pets. I remember everything your Stevie did and had done to him by the two of you. Mmm, wrapped around me, wrapped around Bucky. You are quite the sight.” He smirks, eyes alight with a mirth you cannot find yourself in this bleak tower. 

“Who are you?” You question as he releases you, “you aren’t Steve, Bucky, this isn’t, no. Please we have to fight him! We have to find Steve!” You plead. 

Steve shifts, you then see it, Bucky’s missing arm. How had you not noticed? You look around the tower. Flashes pass through your mind, the forest, the mist, and the torn wings. The sobbing man. Pleading for help. 

The flash of blonde and blue. The call of help from brunette and azure.

You gave the hunched over man in pain your name. 

“Why, I’m Steve Rogers of course. He’s James Barnes and you are Y/N Y/L/N. You should never give the fae your name but shh, my little play things,” Steve cups your head and Bucky’s, “Those little soldiers outside know me as Hydra Supreme. So let's keep this little secret between us three. Hmm?” He raises a brow, then chuckles at your hurt expressions, eyes crinkling and reminding you so much of your Steve. 

“Oh cmon, you look at me as if I killed your little Stevie. Maybe I did, but I will make you forget, I’ll let you rule, well atleast beneath me.” He leans closer, lips brushing against Bucky’s chapped lips and then your busted one, he licks the stray traces of blood humming, “What do you say then my pets?” 

“If you think for one second we’re going to agree with you you second rate, fucking asshole—,” Bucky’s eyes glow silver, his words cut off, “I want to rule under you, Sire.” 

“Please, not Bucky, please, don’t we, Steve, please we—we will rule under you, Sire.” Your words aren’t your own, you watch on as Steve smiles pleased with the two of you. 

“Such good pets, I will allow the two of you to feel pleasure tonight but after I’ve had my fill. It’s going to be a long night.” He turns away, releasing the glamour from Bucky. 

Bucky blinks, the silver disappearing for a moment from his eyes. He stares down at his arms, both flesh and metal and then at you with your eyes gleaming silver. 

“Steve.” He says in warning, “She doesn’t deserve this, please reconsider. I know we wanted her all to ourselves but I can’t strip her of her will.” 

The blond clicks his tongue, eyes narrowed at his lover, “I do not appreciate you disregarding every single bit of my sacrifice for you two, James. Do not force me to stoop low for you too.” He turns walking towards the table, picking up the flowers. 

“You already have,” Bucky shakes his head, gently cradling your face, your eyes vacant, “I’m so sorry, Malyshka.” 

Steve’s jaw clenches, anger coursing through his veins. The flowers fall to the floor, stems broken, petals scattered. Bucky turns, reaching for the gun in his holster. 

“You shouldn’t have given me your name, James Barnes. You little humans, your love shall be your undoing.” Steve waves a hand, Bucky lands on his knees. 

Dust rising around the two of you, gleaming collars forming around your and Bucky’s necks, chains attached and held in Steve’s palm. 

“Now, crawl to your king, my pets.” His menacing smile widens as you both fall on all fours.

-x-

[babyjakes]

a natural.

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event | kinktober 2021

prompt | eating out

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

pairing | dark!stucky x reader

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

word count | 1,214

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How’d I do?” he asks.

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

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

[bubblessunshinehoney]

Roommates pt3

Roomates Holiday Love

A/N:a little medley of some festive days with this trio.

Enjoy,

Cloudy

don't be shy, reblogs, comments, likes!

TW: mentions of sex, fluff, bucky and steve are a warning, overdose of cuteness and sugar

not beta read, english is not my first language, all mistakes are my own

headers: @christywantspizza dividers: @firefly-graphics

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

For the first time in your entire life, you didn’t spend Christmas with your family. The weather decided otherwise. The storm was too strong, and you felt safer to stay here. Your roommates and boyfriends decided to stay too.

And what a delight it has been. Even with the power down, you’re not cold or afraid of the dark. You actually had fun with it and…made an all lot of exercises.

Right now, you’re against a hard and warm chest, and you can smell pancakes being cooked and hint of coffee and hot chocolate. You try to stretch, but the arms around your waist bring you back against the chest.

“No”, says bucky.

“I’m not going anywhere, I’m stretching”, you laugh softly.

He groans and holds you tighter, murmuring “mine” under his breath.

Steve comes in and chuckles. “Oi, she’s mine too!”

Bucky grumbles a no and holds you tighter, you can’t stop giggling and waves at Steve.

“We have a grumpy bucky on Christmas day!” you giggle louder, when he tickles you.

“M’not grumpy, m’hungry…”

“Well, I have food, you grumpy man”, chuckles Steve.

Let’s just say…. you had the best Christmas day in your entire life this year. Between the food and the gifts, the laugh and the cuddles, you didn’t miss that much your family. You called them, to say hi and celebrate a little bit with them, but everybody was happy that you stayed there, the storm being very dangerous.

❤️🌹❤️🌹14th February🌹❤️🌹❤️

Well, can you believe this year you have not one but two valentines? And they are very romantic…more than on a normal day. You wake up with flowers (not roses, your favourites flowers), a hot chocolate and some French toasts. You don’t have the time to bite into the French toasts, that Steve and Bucky declare that they also need their breakfast. They disappear under the covers and let just say…an orgasm and French toasts are a good combination.

During the day, you surprised them too, when you declare you need your sticky snack. At first they don’t understand but Bucky laughs when he sees Steve getting bright red, while you grab his bulge. “My turn to have my snack”, you purr.

You were shy at first, after all the bad experiences you had, but the boys made you realise you had your voice and you could use it to say what you wanted, in and out of the bedroom. The more your relationship evolved the more you went bold when you wanted to have them. Bucky loves to see you like this, carefree and confident. Steve loves it too, and he realises that now he might be the shyest out the three of you now.

🐇🥚🐇🥚Easter fun🥚🐇🥚🐇

Bucky organised the easter egg hunt in the flat. The weather was shit, raining hard, windy and cold.

“It’s not your usual easter egg hunt, there’s special treat along the way”, he declares.

You and Steve look at each other, intrigued. “What kind of treat, baby?”, you ask, wrapping your arms around Buck’s neck.

“Oh, you’ll love it, doll”, he replies kissing your nose.

You and Steve start to look around the flat for eggs and other treats. When you found a egg, not a chocolate or organic one, you giggle. A note is attached to it, Bucky’s writing.

Now, let’s find the remote, shall we?

“Eh, why is there a remote attached to an chocolate egg?”, asks Steve from his bedroom.

“AHA! I think we have our first big treat! Doll has the right egg for the remote pal!”, says Bucky triumphantly.

Steve joins you with his eyebrows arch. “What does that mean, punk?”

“Well, I think, that…this egg is meant for somewhere else than our mouthes”, you giggle showing what you have in your hands.

Steve gasps and looks at Bucky.  “no, you did not!”

“Oh yes, I did! Who wants to try it?”

You laugh when you see the bashful face of Steve and the happiest smile on bucky’s.

“Let me find all the treats first Bucky!” you say while walking around the living room. Your strong brunette is quick to hoist you in his arms.

“But it will be funnier if you wear it, no??”

“And who’s gonna have the remote?”

“ME, duhhh, doll, I know all the places I’ve hidden the eggs and other chocolaty treats”.

He kisses you, trying to convince you and the egg vibrate in your hands.

“Oh gosh, sweetheart, if you do it…it’s gonna be so hot. Hottest easter egg hunt ever.”, growls Steve.

And it was actually the best and hottest easter egg hunt of your life.

[lavenderbuckyy]

Stucky Week Day 6: Travelling/Trips

@stucky-week

Bucky stands looking over the horizon.

The amber light of the sunset settles on his dark hair. He looks so free. He looks like Steve's.

"Stay there," Steve says. "I wanna sketch you."

"But we're at the Grand Canyon."

"And I wanna draw you at the Grand Canyon. Come on, while the light is good."

"Okay, okay. How do you want me?"

"Turn around and smile for me."

Bucky does so, giving him a big smile. Steve loves how his eyes crinkle at the corners, loves his crooked front tooth. Most of all, though, he thinks he just loves Bucky.

[time-violet-blog]

Drabble, Stoner!Stucky x Stoner!Reader.

Warning: mention of drugs, unedited.

"you comfy up there Stevie"

Steve nods as his head rest lying down in Buckys lab as he does a cone.

I stare at my boyfriend's and smile at how cute they are. As much as I love them paying attention to me I could honestly watch the two of them interact for hours and be so freaking mesmerized.

"earth to Y/N, Doll"

I zone back in to see Bucky leaning down to check on me on the floor. "I'm okay bubs" I kiss his cheek, "just thinking about how much I love you guys and how much I appreciate you both" I push Bucky back up and lean to kiss Steve before laying my head in front of him and relax.

The end

I'm sorry the was terrible good bye

[kikixreverie]

Stucky x reader with Sub!Steve is now my new favourite thing. Let's not pretend like sweet little Stevie would have a hold over himself with his two favourite people being all gentle and loving on him. He'd be a mess.

[lolipopjewel]

bucky in fatws is my favorite bucky, he’s healing from everything he’s been through, he’s getting help but still holding onto his stubborn post-winter soldier attitude. we see him open up so much, he laughs and he loves and he lives like the bucky barnes of the past would, he’s dealing with so much but he’s finding that happiness again. 

it makes me so soft thinking about how steve would laugh with him and joke around with him like the old days, like they were just two dumb kids in brooklyn who thought they had the whole world figured out. steve being so thankful that he gets to have this again, that his bucky is truly with him and they get to live together again. they share memories and stories and nightmares and fantasies, taking their time with each other because they can, because theres a whole life ahead of them that’s centered around their love and their inseparable partnership. 

theres no more captain america, theres no more winter soldier. all that’s left is steve rogers and bucky barnes, exactly how they should be. 

[myfictionaldreams]

To the question about moving in with mafia Steve:

Did she had a space or place that she really liked? Like the Libary or the fireplace?

If she does… would Steve find her there often? 🥺

Aww, I actually love this question (thank you for asking it!) This all takes place following the fic 'Last Hope' from my Mafia!Stucky series.

It was difficult at first, the realisation of the previous day's actions had caused tears to fall, and thankfully Bucky was able to handle the cleanup from the events of ‘last hope’, so Steve could stay with her. The entire first day was spent in bed, aching from the fighting that had occurred but also the fucking which was actually a way that she used to distract herself. She was sore from her first time, but that didn’t mean that Steve didn’t use his mouth or fingers to make her cum multiple times until she was a wet puddle in the middle of his bed.

Once she made it out of the bedroom, it took a few hours to find her way around without Steve’s directions. It was odd for her to now call this new building her home but it also strangely felt right.

The first week was honestly a mix between grieving her past life, celebrating her new one and attempting to build it. This included meeting new members of the gang, understanding their job roles and where she would come into play regarding this but that was a decision for another time. Especially when she realised she couldn’t just wear Steve’s clothes for the rest of her life and he promptly treated her to a shopping spree that had even the shop owners’ eyes bulging with the amount of money Steve was willing to spend on his girl.

Once she became used to her new home, there were a few places that she’d like to be to unwind and create a safe space. Baking special treats for the gang members soon won her good graces into Bucky’s books as he was soon begging her to cook something new each and every time he saw her. She liked to also spend time in the garden however the weather was becoming more chilled so inside was where she spent most of her time.

In the new relationship, she didn’t want to be away from the safety that Steve provided, so one day, she followed him into his at-home office which was lavish and yet homely, decorations and warm colours greeting her on entry. Steve showed her to one of the quant little armchairs that faced his desk, a velvet cushioned seat with a plump decorative pillow.

She chose the chair on the left and hugged the pillow to her chest, idly chatting away with Steve about who was on the pictures on his walls. This continued for hours, and she even managed to doze off in the chair, she found it that comfortable. For the next few days, she returned to the chair, sometimes with a book in hand or a freshly baked pastry, as she enjoyed simply just being in Steve’s company.

Steve was enjoying it just as much and liked that he could keep an eye on her whilst doing all the admin that came with being the boss. Once, Bucky arrived at the home, the three of them walked up to Steve’s office, where he sat in the left armchair.

“Buck, sit in the other chair”, Steve mumbled under his breath without a single thought, talking as if on instinct that even seeing someone else in that chair just wasn’t right.

Bucky didn’t question the motives and simply stood, and sat in the other chair so she could quickly plop into the seat that was officially hers. Eventually, it became her safe space. If she was feeling overwhelmed with the life changes or needed to vent to Steve in some way, she could come to her chair. Even when he wasn’t home, she could sit in the office, some quiet music and a fluffy blanket and curl up into it, hugging the pillow until Steve came home and he could sit on the floor beside her and ask if everything was ok.

It was a big adjustment moving in with Steve however, it was one that she never regretted, and she was just lucky that the home and he, was so easy to fall in love with.

[hainethehero]

Stucky fight headcanon...

I hate when my faves fight but the angst-obsessed goblin in me just CAN'T stop thinking of Bucky and Steve getting into a fight about some mission-related thing, and either Tony (if it's the current timeline) or Dum Dum (WWII timeline) steps in and tells Bucky to take a walk.

Something like...

"And I told you to stay put, Steve! You just compromised this whole damn mission and yourself for what- some cargo?!"

"Bucky, you don't understand I couldn't leave it-!"

"It's a bag Steve! You could've died, for a bag!"

And Steve gets all teary eyed and frustrated because Bucky doesn't understand, he had letters in that bag and trinkets all meant for Bucky before he'd gotten the serum! Letters telling his best friend how he'd loved him as more than a friend and was ready to fight and die by his side for the rest of his life!

Tony/Dum Dum know this, but Bucky doesn't, so he just thinks Steve risked his life for nothing, being the stubborn little shit he always was back in Brooklyn. They get in between them to calm things down before Barnes says or does something he'd regret and end up hurting Steve unknowingly in the process.

"That's enough! Barnes, take a walk."

And Bucky goes, "Oh, you're taking his side like he just didn't jeopardise this whole operation?!"

To which they reply, "He's upset and you're making it worse. We'll talk about it when you've calmed down!"

Bucky scoffs and says, "yeah, whatever," as he stomps off without even a second glance at Steve who looks stricken and sick to his stomach, holding the very same bag in his shaking hands, tears dripping down his face as he wonders the chances of Bucky loving him back after this.

[between-a-ship-and-a-hard-place]

@leslienotlesley asked:

Hi Em! In reply to your ask for prompts: preferred flavor of Stuck is post-CATWS AU, recovering Bucky, and quote from WH Auden's "Lay your sleeping head, my love, human on my faithless arm". Actually the whole poem is just perfect for Stucky, IMHO. Hope you like it! Your work is amazing and I look forward to whatever this inspires.

@somanywords asked:

OMG Em congratulations on your fic-a-versary!!! 🎈🌈🎈🌈 if you're still taking prompts, post WS stevebucky, and "the moon was made for the sky to hold; and you for me" ? <3

Thank you both 💚💚💚 These two prompts went well together so I decided to combine them and it ended up sort of a mishmash of things. Well, the moodboard was mostly procrastination.

Here are some post-WS drabbles.

1.

“I’ll take this watch, you can sleep.”

Dull concrete eyes track the movement of his lips; a nod, hesitant, near imperceptible.

He sits, back against the wall, windows in his sight-line. There’s no weapon across his knees; he is a weapon.

His ghost lies down on top of warm blankets, on top of a too-soft mattress, leather boots on march-hardened feet. There’s a packed bag under the floor-boards.

He swears it won’t have purpose. No harm will come to him here. No more.

It’s a futile oath. No one can hold moonlight; not with steel bars or tenderly cupped hands.

2.

“Sleep, punk.”

He looks up from the pages in his lap. The room swims in warm-lit colors.

He blinks. “I’m okay.”

An almost-smile tears through the cavity in his chest. “I know you are. So am I. Don’t need a babysitter.”

“No, but—” He braces for the blow. “Can I stay?”

A beat. His world balances on a precarious edge. And then it tilts, nudged over by a familiar, ever-devastating grin.

“If you get over here. And sleep.”

His universe narrows to that too-soft mattress, a warm weight at his back, a contented sigh.

He’d be foolish to sleep now.

3.

Behind the door is a beast, feral snarls and glinting steel. He stays pressed to the wall, waits for it to leave, for the man inside to slump back onto the bed, sweat-drenched and panting. 

A bottomless sigh follows. “It’s fine, I’m fine. Just a nightmare.”

“Okay.” He drops his white-knuckled hold on the doorframe. “I’ll leave you alone.”

A hand grasps his wrist. “Who said I want you to?” 

The air stills.

“Sorry.” The hand is snatched away, leaving his skin branded. “It’s just ... I remembered. We used to—”

His lungs ache. “Yes.” 

“Do you still …?”

“Yes.”

4.

“Are you done watching me sleep?”

“I wasn’t—”

“And you’re a terrible liar. Glad to know some things haven’t changed.”

“I was just waitin’ to see if you’d wake up—”

“Sure you were.”

“—so I could do this.”

“... mhm, good morning. Wait, where are you going?”

“Thought I’d go for a run, now that you’re up.”

“Or you could just stay. Here. With me. In this bed.”

“It’s gonna rain later.”

“So run tomorrow. You know, if you stay, I’d make it worth your while …”

“Buck …”

“Like what you see, do ya?”

“Not fair.”

“You stayin’?”

“Hell yes.”

[babyjakes]

spoiling her rotten. [blurb.]

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summary | when your daddies find out you haven’t been feeling the best, they have quite the way of cheering you up.

pairing | daddies!stucky x little!reader

warnings | ddlg (daddies!stucky x little!reader), smutTtT, fingering, implied oral (f receiving), multiple orgasms, squirting, forced orgasms? kind of getting there, restraints? (steve’s holding reader down/open), dub-con? since reader is clearly reaching limits but they keep going, overstim

word count | 346

requested by anon | CONGRATS ON 2k+!!! i was wondering if i could request a stucky smut ddlg blurb :) something along the lines of little reader feeling kind of low so daddy steve and bucky cheer her up with multiple orgasms even when she’s super sensitive and saying she can’t anymore but they just keep praising her and telling her what a good girl she is <3

an | hi friend thanks so much for this request! tbh what a way to be cheered up lol, daddies would truly know just how to take care of you and get you feeling better. hope you enjoy!

“Come on sweetheart, just gotta let us take care of you,” Steve hums into your hair as you writhe against him. He’s got you positioned directly in front of him with your back pressed against his chest, your legs being held open by his own with his large hands wrapping around your thighs to keep your pussy nice and spread.

“That’s right, doll. Gotta make sure we get our baby feeling aalll better,” Bucky sings from his spot between your legs, two of his metal fingers pumping steadily into your soaking heat while he toys with your clit using his flesh hand. “What kind of daddies would we be if we didn’t spoil our sweet little girl rotten, hmm?”

“Daddy, p-please,” you pant, not sure which it is you’re pleading to at this point, or maybe if it’s both. “Too much, can’t cum again,” you whimper.

Chuckling, Steve raises an eyebrow, shifting one of his hands to pull back on the hood of your clit to allow Bucky to swirl his fingers directly over the swollen nub. “You can’t? Oh, I think you can,” he disagrees, both of the men smiling as they sense another orgasm quickly building up inside of you.

“There it is, that’s it,” Bucky encourages, quickening his pace inside you to ram almost painfully against your inner walls, the torturous sensation almost sending your eyes rolling into the back of your head. “Come on, little one. Cum for your daddies, goood,” he croons as you cry out, clamping down on his metal fingers as you squirt out onto the already drenched bedsheets below.

“P-please,” you beg as Bucky lowers his head down to come face to face with your quivering cunt, licking his lips at the sight. “No more, Daddy, please,” but your efforts are futile.

“Shhh, it’s okay,” Steve soothes, lifting you gently and tilting you up to give Bucky a better angle. “Such a good girl for us, aren’t you doll? Now let Buck have a taste of that pussy, honey. Gonna make you feel so good, don’t you worry.”

[lex-is-up-all-night-to-get-bucky]

The Chain, The Magic Circle, and Us

Warnings: tooth-rotting fluff

Relationship: Stucky x reader (gender/appearance nonspecified)

Summary: You, Steve and Bucky share a hobby, and a learning curve.

A/N: Continuing in my supersoft supersoldiers theme, this is Stucky x reader fluff and I am wholly unashamed. Headcanon format

It started after a long, and frankly frightening mission. Casualties, both team and civilian, weighed heavily on Cap’s mind, even after he removed the uniform. 

He came down to the common room after cleaning up to grab some snacks and noticed you on the couch watching tv. 

You were both in the same place of wanting to be near people but still left alone, so when he sat down at the far edge of the sofa from you, you acknowledged him with brief eye contact and nothing else. 

The movie on tv was JAWS, the original version. It was one of those movies that you could enjoy but not pay close attention to while your mind went through its decompression cycle. 

On the couch next to you was your craft bag, the giant bag of yarn, crochet hooks, and whatnot that you carried with you on every mission to keep your hands busy on the flights. It helped manage your anxiety. It was something you could do that didn’t require you to look at it, necessarily, but the repetitive movements gave you focus so you could keep your mind sharp and free of the brain kinks that came with panic. 

Your hands were going, making a seemingly infinite number of granny squares while vaguely watching the carnage unfold on a beach in a fictional New York town. 

Steve found you infinitely more entertaining than the tv. Your quiet nature after missions was so at odds with your personality the rest of the time. 

You were so loud, affectionate, ‘ebullient’ according to Jarvis. Unfailingly kind to everyone, relaxed and nonjudgmental, you had a warmth that just drew people to you. 

And by people, he meant himself, and probably Bucky. 

He says ‘probably’ because while they haven’t discussed that part of things, he knew his best friend was more than a little sweet on you. He could relate. 

As he picked at his tasteless food, he watched you generate square after square from the yarn, the bright colors and style reminding him of a large, warm-looking blanket he’d seen in Wanda’s quarters. 

“You wanna learn?”

Your gentle question brought his eyes to yours in shock. He wasn’t expecting interaction, but, to his surprise, he didn’t find it unwelcome. 

“Sure, if you want.” 

You patted the seat next to you and passed him a hook and ball of blue yarn.

Your teaching style was like you: laid back, relaxed, and gracious in the face of his many beginner’s mistakes. You took it all in stride, and when he finished his first square, lopsided and curled from inconsistent tension, you cheered him on and encouraged him to do it again. 

So that was how it came to be that after missions, you’d seek each other out, sit on the couch in the common area, and quietly make granny squares while watching movies or listening to music. 

He loved the nights with the music most of all. 

Listening to you sing softly under your breath to whatever’s coming through the speakers brought his heart a deeply cherished joy. 

You didn’t sing in public, he knew that from Tony’s numerous karaoke nights, so it made it more special that you shared that intimate piece of yourself with him. 

The ritual moved from the common room to his and Bucky’s quarters, with Buck joining in from time to time. It was a sliver of peace and normal in a chaotic world for them. 

You bonded over stories shared and movies enjoyed. Yarn and food consumed by the three of you together, you growing closer to both men over time. 

The relationship… it had an air of inevitability around it, at least according to Sam and Tasha. Like you all found each other right when you were supposed to, and came together as you needed to. 

You three think that it might have just been the yarn. 

With his ever-growing pile of granny squares, you showed Stevie how to sew them together, starting him on a path to a blanket that would slowly fold in squares from both you and Bucky. 

In the end, the blanket was large enough to accommodate all three of you on the couch, curled up together, happy. 

And that was as it should be. 

[justan-0-t-h-3-r]

Kinktober moodboard - Stucky + Lingerie

Up until the night before James was due to be deployed, Steve and him had a pretty platonic relationship. They had confessed their feelings for each other years before but they had never taken it any further than goodnight and goodmorning kisses in the privacy of their own home.

So when James informed Steve of his imminent deployment, Steve took it upon himself to create a night they'd both remember. Steve used the old net curtains they had never put up to make himself something he knew James wouldn't be able to resist.

They often joked that Steve would make one hell of a dame thanks to his pale skin (thank you Irish decent), blue eyes that always seemed so innocent yet mysterious and his slightly mousey hair colour, and of course it quite often left them both feeling rather hot and bothered after they whispered what they would do to each other. But they never acted on it, somehow maintaining all that self restraint, probably due to the fact that they never wanted to risk getting caught.

That changed though, after hours of cursing them damn material and those stupid needles, and countless pricks to his fingers, he finally pulled on the ivory coloured, homemade, lace lingerie. Steve took a long look at himself, okay so the colour made him look even more pale, but other than that, he looked pretty good. He quickly pulled on his usual shirt and pants before James returned home like usual suspecting nothing.

The rest of their day went by as usual, until that night. They spent a few hours just curled up together until Steve made the first move and took James' hand, sliding it under the opening of his shirt until he could feel the lace, and the expression on James' face was definitely worth it. It even got a small smirk out of Steve himself when his partner practically pulled off his shirt to reveal the lace, his hands quickly moving to down to Steve's pants to see if he matched, which of course he did.

Needless to say Steve was swept off his feet, almost literally, and thrown on their bed, both theor clothes quickly falling to the floor. They had definitely waited too long to touch each other like this and Steve would still be feeling it the following morning.

It was sad to see him go the next day when all they both wanted to do was stay in each others' space. James was even contemplating outting himself as homosexual to the military since they were meant to keep those reasons for refusing duty secret and of course it was banned, but, he couldn't run the risk of losing their peace that way, either. So with a heavy heart they shared one final hug just before James had to board, but of course Steve had put on the same lingerie he had on the night before, still covered in both their mess, as one final tease.

"You just gotta promise to come home." Steve whispered.

"How the hell could I not?!" Was James' reply, having to do his best to hide the way his cheeks turned rosy seeing the lace peaking from Steve's shirt. "I'll write you."

Steve just hummed proudly with a nod. "I'll write back, maybe even send some pictures."