#stucky oneshot

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—ᴘᴇʀꜰᴇᴄᴛ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛꜱ | ꜱᴛᴜᴄᴋʏ

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summary: Perfect moments with their best girl.

word count: 5.5k ooooopsie

warnings: nothing, tooth-rotting fluff because these two deserve the world, kissing, two big, strong men being softies for their girl, but also sometimes in overprotective mode, reader is described as shorter than them, allusion to smutty smut and lingerie, short make-out session, an ex is making a short appearance, not entirely proofread

author’s note: I’ve never written something for Stucky, but thanks to tumblr, I’ve shipped them for a very long time and had to do this, so here we are. Don’t hate me for this being utter shit, thanks.

* * *

Sunny days were her favorites. So, sunny days were naturally entirely reserved for her when everyone had gotten time off missions. When the weather forecast predicted sunny days ahead, Steve and Bucky did everything to try and get these days off, especially when the weeks lying behind them had been filled with rain and clouds.

Their best girl was a vitamin D junkie, so they became vitamin D junkies as well.

Her sigh, full of contentment, let hearts flutter as Bucky watched the woman they loved bathing in the warming rays of sunshine, his shades perched on her pretty nose. Nothing of her wasn’t pretty, especially when the sun tickled her skin and let her seem as radiant as the burning star itself.

She had her arms crossed under her head, an opened novel resting on her slowly moving chest, her pretty lips slightly parted, and her eyes closed behind the tinted glass. At the sight of her relaxed state of mind, cruel but crucial missions finally somewhere in the very back of her head, Bucky couldn’t stop himself. Staring wasn’t enough to satisfy his craving at that particular moment, and he bent his head to press a sweet kiss to her even sweeter-tasting lips, humming in amusement at the little gasp leaving her mouth before she herself hummed in contentment and kissed him back.

“What was that for?” YN asked, eyes now opened to stare up at the handsome brunet looming over her as he still was propped up on his arm right next to her on the picnic blanket they had placed somewhere in Central Park near the lake. He started playing with strands of her hair and shrugged one shoulder, a breathtaking smile slowly stretching over his face, even reaching his pretty blue eyes and making them sparkle with happiness. “Nothin’, doll. Just felt like kissin’ ya,” Bucky mumbled close to her lips after he had bent down again, but Steve’s voice made him stop a mere millimeter apart from her. “Already startin’ without me even though I got’ya some food and iced coffee on my way here? Rude.” But his smile told something else.

Pushing Bucky off of her with a hand pressed against his chest, YN reached up as soon as the blond super soldier had knelt on their blanket and tangled her fingers in the neckline of his light blue shirt. “He started,” she whispered conspiratorially with a giggle, well knowing that the other super soldier could hear her words just perfectly. His quiet scoff just underlined it. But Steve only grinned happily and obliged without so much as a second thought as YN pulled him downward to her face and kissed him Hello. “You said something about iced coffee, if I remember correctly?” He hummed in approval and reached for the paper cup holder to get her current favorite summer drink. “Couldn’t let you enjoy the day without it.” Another kiss came close after before his blue eyes followed YN’s movements as she grabbed the cup, took a deep sip, and lay back down again, snuggling closer into Bucky’s chest.

Steve followed close by, putting down the food and the other two drinks he had gotten for them, and settled on her other side onto the blanket, his long legs stretched out and crossed at his ankles. Bucky smiled at him over their best girl’s body and couldn’t stop himself from bending over YN to press a gentle kiss to Steve’s cheek, grinning at the blush creeping up into his cheeks, still not used to the openly shown affection from either of them. It was like a dream, and he loved how his life had turned—how all their lives had turned.

YN had watched her two lovesick men with a gentle smile before littering both their handsome faces with kisses until it was her who was showered in kisses, turning her into a giggling mess underneath the sun. They ignored every single look thrown their way, not caring for the people and their silly thoughts because they were as happy as probably humanely possible. They bathed in her adorable sounds, savored every single touch of her skin, and every single look and smile she showed them.

“How’s our sun girl today,” Steve mumbled against her lips, feeling Bucky’s fingers carding through his hair and YN’s thumb caressing his cheek, her smiling lips pressing almost open-mouthed kisses to his. “Perfectly and utterly content.” It was only a sighed whisper, but it was enough to make both their hearts flutter again. It still was a somewhat adrenaline rush to realize how happy they made this woman, how lucky they’ve been that she loved them both, just as they both loved her. It still continued to blow their minds how open they could be nowadays, how little the majority of people cared when they saw the trio strolling through the city, sharing kisses, holding hands, walking as closely next to one another as possible. Sometimes, Steve just had to think that all this was nothing but a dream and that he would wake up any minute now, back in his sickly body and his loved ones entirely out of reach.

“Hey.”

Bucky drew him out of his mind and back to their cozy little spot in Central Park, blue eyes meeting blue eyes, dark brows worryingly drawn together. The blond super soldier only shook his head slightly, a smile tucking at the corner of his mouth as he looked from one worried face to another, swiftly pressing easing kisses to both their cheeks. “It’s alright. I’m okay. Jus’ tired and too much in my head. Wanna try one of these loaded donuts I found on my way?” YN squealed at that and sat up faster than both men would’ve considered possible, smiling at one another behind her back before following close to at least get a single bite of those treats before they vanished right before their eyes.

Sometimes, this woman really blew their minds.

* * *

It was already dark outside; the night stretching across the window-covered wall of their shared room at the compound, and the moon shining brightly into the dimly lit bedroom. Steve was lying on his side of the massive and custom-manufactured bed Tony had gifted them last Christmas after he had been tired of hearing YN groan and whine about the little space she had between two buffed super soldiers. Now, she was sprawled like a cute little sea star over him and the rest of the bed, almost seemingly covering every bit and appearing a lot taller than she actually was compared to the two men she called the loves of her life. Steve sometimes had to ask himself how she managed to cover basically every inch of the bed while also being sprawled atop their bodies, and some nights even managed to fall out of the bed.

This woman was an enigma to him, but Steve loved her even more for that. It didn’t matter that some nights he felt a foot or an elbow in his ribs or that Bucky always woke him when he single-handedly manhandled YN back into her designated spot of their bed without paying attention to where Steve was sleeping. Even if he could change everything, he wouldn’t change a single thing. This was what he’d always wanted back in the days, what he envied people for. It simply was perfection.

One of his large hands softly and lovingly drew indescribable patterns on YN’s partly exposed skin, his other hand holding the novel he was currently reading after she had bought it during one of their many dates in the city. It was her love language—picking books and gifting them. And Steve happily obliged and started reading it right away. His eyes couldn’t leave the words on the pages, already deeply enraptured by the story unfolding in front of his eyes, head sometimes dipping to his right to press a gentle kiss to the crown of her head. Her slow but deep breathing was the only sound except for his in the room, and in his eyes, it was the only thing he’d ever need in his life—that and Bucky’s heartbeat next to hers when they all drifted off to sleep.

Suddenly, he felt YN moving more in her sleep, her fingers grasping his shirt like a lifeline, and a small whimper escaped her lips, brows deeply furrowed. He let the book rest on the blanket thrown over both of them and started humming the tune of one of her favorite songs while also pressing feather-light kisses to her forehead, trying to pull her unconsciousness out of the bad dream and back to something bright and joyful. And it worked like a charm, just as it always did, and soon, YN rested unmoving against his chest again, her breathing back to the long deep breaths of deep slumber.

Steve picked up his book where he had left off, only to let his motion stop midair as his eyes found Bucky leaning against the doorframe, watching his two people with a small smile on his lips. “Bad dream again?” The blond nodded and put the book on the nightstand. “They come and go as they please.” Bucky had more experience with them than he had, so he just nodded in understanding and walked over to them. His duffel bag leaned against the wall as he sat down on Steve’s bedside, hands finding together and holding tightly onto one another. The brunet kissed the blond first before pressing a lingering kiss to YN’s forehead, sighing deeply as their familiar scent enveloped him and soothed his mind. “I’m too tired to take a shower, but she’ll tell me a piece of her mind when she wakes up and realizes I climbed into bed in my tactical gear,” Bucky groaned quietly, head resting at Steve’s shoulder, but then chuckled and pushed himself back up after he had felt a kiss to his temple. The Rogers grinned at that.

Yes, they were decades-old super soldiers and fought off the most dangerous people on this planet, but they feared the wrath of this tiny, delicate woman more than anything else in this world. And they never liked to upset her in the first place.

“Just a quick rinse. It’ll make you feel better,” Steve nudged Bucky gently and smiled lovingly at his deep sigh, watching his shoulders slump down and his body succumbing to the exhaustion after a mission. “Only a quick one. And only because I love you two.” With that, Bucky let his hand wander into Steve’s neck and pulled him towards him, but only so much as not to disturb YN in her much-needed sleep, and exhaled slowly as he felt their lips touching. “I could join you,” Steve mumbled into the kiss, feeling excitement rushing through his body at the thought alone, but knew Bucky would shake his head even before he actually did it. “You need to take care of our girl here. Y’know how easily she wakes up when no one is next to her.” Then, he smirked and kissed Steve slowly and languidly. “Remember, we have the entire weekend to ourselves. Just the three of us in here, unoccupied time. The little something I found for her should arrive tomorrow.” Steve’s breath hitched in his throat as the memory of a night spent online shopping moved back into his mind, accompanied by the mere anticipation he had felt when Bucky had found the scandalous piece they both knew she would love—until it would be on the floor, probably in lacey shreds.

Bucky chuckled as Steve finally pushed him off the bed. “Go and take a shower, sarge. I know someone is in need of her big spoon.” And he was right because as the other man climbed into their bed and pressed his chest against her back, YN smiled in her sleep and wrapped his arm tightly around her waist, nuzzling closer into each of her super soldiers, the bad dreams entirely gone for the night.

* * *

Choreomania echoed through the still empty apartment somewhere in Brooklyn, the sun filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows, facing Prospect Park in its green beauty. YN hummed and sang along to the vinyl of Florence + The Machine, wearing an old pair of sweatpants—she wasn’t even sure who they belonged to, either Steve or Bucky—and an old tank top, and now, after hours filled with painting the walls, she was covered in paint splotches, her fingers raw from removing the old wallpaper meticulously, so she could paint the walls just like they preferred.

This would be their home. This would be their safe space. This would be the home of their family. And therefore, it had to simply be perfect. And that’s why YN was already in here, already working hard for their dream home to become a reality instead of a fleeting image in their heads, even though they had decided to do this together after Steve’s and Bucky’s last mission for the month. But she couldn’t wait. She wasn’t able to sit around at the compound, reading her books and watching her shows when she already had all the time possible at hand to do something.

Dipping the painter’s roll back into the color, YN quickly climbed the ladder to check the painter’s tape one last time, only to rearrange and re-stick it again. She was satisfied with the result after the adjustment; the blue tape line was now perfectly even, and the wall was ready to be painted. With a nod, the Avenger started to climb down the metal ladder, only to slip off it on her sock-clad feet. A shriek thought its way out of her throat as she felt herself falling and following earth’s gravitational forces until a pair of strong arms caught her mid-air and pressed her against a broad chest.

“Woah there, doll,” Bucky’s voice murmured close to her ear, and instinctively, YN’s arms circled his neck. “What the hell do you think you’re doin’ here all by yourself, hm?” She searched his crystal blue eyes with her own and shrugged, almost helplessly, at the sight of his worried gaze and his scrunched-up brows. YN couldn’t even get a word out of her mouth because suddenly, heavy steps echoed through the hallway, and Steve entered the living room, brows just as worriedly furrowed as his boyfriend’s. “What happened?” Immediately, he let go of the bags he had carried, letting them tumble to the hardwood floor just as she had almost done and hurried himself over to the pair, his eyes already scanning for possible injuries before his hands followed. They softly wandered over her arms and her legs, and Bucky let his hand feel her back up and down, only to hum, satisfied when she didn’t flinch in pain.

YN shrugged again and looked from one high-towering super soldier to the other. “I thought I could start on the walls already while you two are still in Prague.” Now that she thought about it… “What are you two doing here, anyway? You weren’t supposed to be back until, what? The day after tomorrow?” Then, she had to add: “I don’t mean I’m not excited to have you back already, in one piece, because I am—excited. Welcome home.” Her eyes almost teared up when she first pulled Steve down at his neck and kissed his soft lips gently before turning her head to Bucky and kissing him just as lovingly. The two soldiers smiled softly down at the woman between them, still lying in Bucky’s arms, and recognized the feeling swirling inside them instantly: pure happiness and domestic bliss.

“You should’ve waited for us, baby girl,” Steve muttered after the brunet had sat her back on her feet, and he had the opportunity to take a gentle hold of her hands. The delicate tips of her fingers were an angry red, her skin plastered in probably toxic paint, and the grumble of her stomach had been heard by the two men downstairs when they first arrived at their new home. “I’m fine. It’s nothing, really, Stevie. The mustard-yellow wallpaper just put up a harder fight than anticipated, but I conquered it.” Her proud grin warmed the two men from the inside, and Bucky wrapped his arms around her shoulders, propping his chin atop her head. “Well, that fight must’ve been a sight to behold,” he chuckled before his metal thumb started to draw circles into her upper arm. “But I think someone forgot to look after herself, so you’ll take a break now and eat something while we’re dealing with the walls. Alright, doll?”

Quietly muttering, YN obliged and nodded because she knew this wasn’t a fight she could ever win. Steve and Bucky were too protective for that, too worried about her well-being to let her have her way now. So she let these two settle her on their folded jackets, back propped up against the wooden passage frame, and takeout from her favorite Chinese restaurant in hands. Her eyes never left them, watching them as they quickly tried to wipe her skin clean of the smelly paint before pressing kisses to her face, reminding her to eat her lunch, and went to work.

They stared at her progress for a moment, trying to figure out what her vision had been for their living room, before grabbing the painter’s rolls and rolling off the excess paint in the plastic bins. “You did such a great job, doll.” Bucky smiled over at her, his heart aching beautifully as he watched his best girl starting to smile radiantly with the chopsticks between her lips, and he was sure she had never been more beautiful than now. “Oh, definitely. This will be done before you finish your food,” Steve added to the praise, smiling himself, as he started to paint the first wall while Bucky climbed the ladder to treat the bare wooden planks with oil.

“You two should do this all day, every day. You look hot renovating our home.” The words were almost swallowed by the bite of Chinese takeout and chopsticks still in her mouth, and YN felt her cheeks blushing when they both turned and looked over at her. “Oh, yeah? Maybe we should take off our shirts then, baby girl?” Steve wiggled his blond brows teasingly, and a laugh escaped him, head thrown back, as YN bombarded him with a napkin. “Don’t you dare. See that window over there?” She pointed to the window at one of the sides, facing the house on the other side of the street. “That woman living there already ogled you two when we first went here. It obviously doesn’t matter that she’s married, but you don’t have to fuel her ego or whatever.”

Quietly grumbling, YN stared down into the box of takeout, the urgent feeling of hiding her two boyfriends from the world almost overwhelming again. Sometimes, she couldn’t help herself and felt overly protective of them, and sometimes even jealous, especially when women tried to take them away from her. It was stupid, she knew that because she knew that these two would never leave her—and neither would she. The thought alone hurt. But sometimes, her brain morphed back to the state of mind she had before them when men always only played with her and never meant what they said. Steve and Bucky changed that, changed her. And now, she was certain that these men would never dump her.

YN didn’t realize the lack of sounds—the wet noises of even wetter paint against a dry wall and the occasionally rusty sound of the ladder when it ached under Bucky’s weight—too focused on munching on her food to distract her mind and think about anything but that awful woman on the other side of the road. She didn’t even hear the sounds of heavy steps creeping closer to her sitting form, and she only realized how close they were when Steve lifted her off the ground and into his arms, wrapping her legs around his hips and carrying her over to the aforementioned window. The woman felt the glass pressed against her back, and she swallowed the last bite down, cocking one brow at their antics. Bucky had settled himself right next to them, leaning sideways against the wall next to the window and letting his hand cup her cheek.

Switching between their faces, YN looked from one to the other, both brows now almost touching her hairline, and her head cocked to the side questioningly. “What are you doing?” Her voice sounded more breathless than initially planned, and her lips parted slightly when Steve turned his attention to her exposed sensitive neck, softly breathing against it before kissing it languidly. “We can’t have our doll being all broody and jealous,” Bucky whispered in Steve’s place, his thumb slowly caressing the skin over her cheekbone. “We can’t have our best and only girl think that stares of some woman would let us react in any way possible.” Now he bent his head to start kissing from her collarbone upwards to her chin, slowly and teasingly. “Need to show that woman who we belong to.” Steve hummed in agreement before he nibbled at her most sensitive spot, gently sucking the skin between his lips, and chuckled when he heard the familiar sound of a gasp of air. “And we only belong to one woman,” he finally mumbled, lips pressed against lips, kissing her like a man possessed, before he backed off to let Bucky get his turn with their girl. He kissed her like a man starved, all tongue and teeth until they both needed oxygen and parted with labored breaths, all the while Steve had his chin propped up on her shoulder, eyes staring contently out the window and occasionally kissing her neck.

“I think that woman will never look at us again, baby girl.”

* * *

Following her through her favorite bookshop was a simple task—and a simple pleasure. They loved to watch their girl strolling through the aisles, her eyes wandering over the colorful book covers in different designs and art styles, stopping more as she actually walked, always a new book in sight that had picked her interest and curiosity. They followed her like two broad shadows, always shielding her from the outside world because they knew how much she needed those hours of mindless strolling and discovering.

YN stopped again at that moment, eyes wandering over the entire length of the bookshelf until they stopped at a book in the top half of the shelf. Pressing herself onto the tiptoes, she tried to reach it, but still, she was too short. With a huff, the woman lowered herself again and turned to her two boyfriends, looking up at them with big, round, pleading eyes, even though YN knew very well that she didn’t need to beg. “Could you…?” She couldn’t even get the entire question out before Bucky was right at her side, one of his big hands resting on the small of her back. “Which one, doll?” Her finger instantly stretched out and pointed to a blue and purple book spine which the brunet grabbed without any signs of effort and handed it to her with a smile and a kiss to her lips. “Thank you, baby,” she grinned up at him before reading the blurb on the back of the book and decided to give it a new home on her bookshelf.

Finding its way into the crook of her elbow, YN continued down the aisles and didn’t even have to turn and ask one of them to grab her another book because both men knew that title by heart now. And it was the main reason they headed to the shop today. Steve pressed himself against her back as he took it from the shelf, one hand resting on her shoulder and lovingly squeezing it, his lips wandering from exposed shoulder to her neck. He reveled in the sounds of her soft giggles and grinned against her skin when she whispered a Thanks, Stevie, when she gathered the third book of her favorite series in her arms. “Any time, baby girl.” It was only a soft whisper against the nape of her neck before Steve took a step back for her to continue her strolling and gathered Bucky’s hand in his to intertwine their fingers.

“We will leave a tremendous amount of money again,” he chuckled as they watched their girl picking up two other books and piling them in her arm, and Steve laughed softly at that. “Try and see it as a donation and continued support of local businesses,” the blond countered, the grin still on his face as he nudged Bucky’s side lovingly with his arm. “At least we earn enough to keep up with her small book addiction.” Steve threw Bucky a look at that and couldn’t contain his laugh as the brunet winked at him and pulled him closer to his side to press a kiss to his lips. “Just wait for what books she picked out for us again. We still need you to let go of The Hobbit for a while,” teased Steve, a bubbling laugh bursting out of him when Bucky nudged his side now and rolled his eyes at him. “Yeah yeah, whatever.”

But then, he stopped for a moment as he looked in the aisles ahead of them—the empty aisles ahead of them. “Where did she go?” It was common for them to lose YN at some point, but it never happened so quickly and without either of them realizing it until it was too late. Steve softly rubbed his shoulder when he felt Bucky’s anxiety getting the best of him. “She’s probably just around the corner in the next aisles, Buck. Remember the list she wrote and forgot on the coffee table? She should be somewhere left of us now. C’mon.” Lovingly, Steve coaxed him to come with him, well knowing how Bucky tended to think the worst when YN just disappeared, still not entirely processing the fact that Hydra was destroyed and no one would ever come for her again.

But when they rounded the shelf and looked into the aisles where Steve had thought YN must be by now, only to not find her there, even his heart skipped a couple of beats. Bucky swallowed thickly next to him, his eyes jumping from one face to another, trying to find her between the shopping people. “It’s okay, Buck. See?” He pointed to the books and the sign reading Non-Fiction hanging above the bookshelf. “They reorganized. She took a right turn then. Okay?” The brunet inhaled deeply and nodded slowly, still not fully convinced. “Let’s find our girl before she raids the entire store,” Steve tried to lighten the mood when he pulled Bucky with him, only to pick up YN’s voice in the aforementioned right aisles.

“What do you want, Chandler? You see, I’m busy buying books which is way more important than your sorry ass. So… Off you go.”

Both super soldiers stopped at the crossing and stared the man down who had the audacity to cheat on this gorgeous woman in front of them. He never deserved her, and they had picked up the pieces he had left and built her up again. And now, he had the audacity to talk to her, to even breathe the same air as she did.

“Chandler.” Bucky’s voice was as deep as it gets, sending chills down every spine of every person who never heard the growl before. But Chandler was too stupid to sense the danger he found himself in because he had dared to talk to her. His eyes moved from them to YN before he chuckled lowly. “So, it’s true? You not only sleep with one but two of them? Or are you just a spectator when they’re at it?” Steve grabbed the shoulder of his boyfriend to hold him back, even if he felt like punching that idiot himself, especially when he leaned closer to her than they both liked. “Always knew you’re a fucking freak.”

They both were on their way to beat the hell out of him, but YN beat them to it. She let go of her books, only for the stack to softly levitate in the air instead of following the gravitational laws of this planet, and with one hand, she grabbed Chandler’s neck and pushed him against the bookshelf with astonishing ease. He gulped and looked helplessly at the two men, trying to get their help, but they just watched their girl being the badass they knew she was. “Listen, dumbass. You can insult me all you want because I couldn’t care less for your opinion about me, but—“ YN let her fingers grip tighter until he had trouble getting enough oxygen into his lungs. “—but don’t you dare and insult my men. I don’t take those lightly. Are we clear?” He nodded quickly, and she let go of him, a radiant smile now on her face. “Perfect. Then off you go now. Go go. Your little dolly is waiting over there, round eyes and all. You should check on her. That’s what you always could do best anyway.”

With a barely seen flick of her wrist, the books landed in her arm again, and with another smile, she turned to her two boyfriends, staring proudly down at her in her pretty sundress and her new possessions in hand. “I think I got everything I need for now,” she smiled up at them and let Steve grab the piling stack of books out of her arms to carry it for her.

Bucky pulled her into his side, his arm thrown over her shoulders and lips pressing kiss after kiss to the crown of her head as they followed Steve to the counter. “You didn’t have to do this, doll.” It was only a mumble, and YN almost didn’t hear it but caught up to it just in time to look up at him and wrap both arms around his middle. “Yes, I had to. No one is talking like that about my boys in front of me, ever. You wouldn’t take shit about me either, won’t you? You wouldn’t allow it.” He stopped to wrap both arms around his best girl and pulled her into his chest, bending his head to kiss both her cheeks and the tip of her nose. “You know we would never take anyone’s shit about you, doll. Never. Even if it’s minor, we would step in and stop it.” The thought alone that anyone would hurt her, physically or mentally, almost broke him. No, they would always protect their best girl; the cost didn't matter. It would always be them against the entire world.

Her smile illuminated the shop, and he oh so willingly let his face get pulled down by her fingers wrapped around his chin to be kissed once again. He would never get enough of her, either. “See?” She now grinned and grumbling, he caved and nodded. “Okay, Okay, I see your point, doll,” he finally muttered, a smile tucking at his lips nonetheless because he could never be mad at her.

Giggling, YN received the paper bag full of new books—even though she still had piles over piles of TBRs waiting at home—and let Bucky take it out of her hands, so she could walk in between her two super soldiers and hold each of their hands. But instead of following them on their familiar route after a successful book shopping tour, she gently but urgently pulled at their hands to make them turn right instead of left. Steve furrowed his brows and looked down at her, not really knowing what was wrong. “Baby girl? The coffee shop is this way.” He already softly pulled at her hand, always having his strength in check. “But I don’t wanna go there,” she started, and immediately, both grew worried again. It wasn’t like her not wanting her iced coffee alongside her new books, so she could sit in the sun and start reading. Steve’s thoughts already wandered to the bookshop situation, blaming it on Chandler and wanting to beat him up just like the boys back in the day beat him up. “If it’s because of him, we’ll make sure that he leaves if he’s even there,” Steve promised with an undertone, ready to move heaven and earth for their woman, but the shake of her head stopped him right there. “No! No, I just wanna… Well, maybe it’s because of him, but not because I’m upset about it, but because you are clearly upset about it. So, I just wanna head home, order some food, and read in bed while cuddling with you. Would that be alright?”

She looked from one towering man to the other and let her eyes fall shut as they both pulled her in, wrapping her in their wonderfully tight hugs. She let them kiss her in the middle of the sidewalk and felt loved and cherished to an extent that wasn’t possible before Steve and Bucky entered her life.

“Of course, doll.”

“Whatever you want, baby girl.”

But deep down, Bucky and Steve couldn’t get over the fact how perfect their best girl was.

* * *

Thank you for reading (even though it wasn’t the best thing ever written)! As usual: reblogs would be absolutely great, just as overall love for this piece, and I’d love to read whatever you thought while reading!

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𝐁𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐃𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Wafts from Bucky and Steve’s coffees woke you slowly — earthy tones from Steve’s black brew to the sweetness of Bucky’s sugar overladen cup intermingled, dancing over your palette to entice you into the kitchen. 

That, however, didn’t mean you would hurry to leave the cocoon of blankets you were wrapped in. Not even when you heard quiet footsteps down the hall, or when the bedroom door creaked open to admit one of the two culprits. 

Their footsteps neared the edge of the bed, but you couldn’t discern just who it was, until, “Cherry, doll,” Steve cooed. “Time to get up, darlin’, Buck’s gettin’ restless. Took all a’me to keep him on the damned couch so he wouldn’t barrel in here and just pick you up—blankets an’ all.”

“No,” you grumbled, furrowing deeper into said blankets. “Not gettin’ up, Stevie.”

The mattress dipped as he sat down on the edge, right next to your hip. His warm hand rubbed up and down your back, and with a chuckle, he said, “I think you are, honey—we have a present for you.”

You blinked and peered over the mound of blankets to look into Steve’s bright eyes. “Present?”

“Present,” he repeated. The fabric of the covers rustled under his palm, and he cupped your ass over the plush material. “Get that cute butt up and you can see.”

“Ugh.”

The quiet atmosphere of the house was the first thing you noticed — not even a peep from Cap or Cleo, or even the hushed whispers of an excited Bucky to fill the air while you padded down the hallway. 

A steaming mug of your favourite, warm drink was waiting for you on the kitchen counter, and you picked it up with a grateful hum; the warmth of the colourful mug made your palms prickle from the heat while your fingers regained feeling. 

Bucky’s voice suddenly called from the living room, “Is that our Cherry?”

“Yeah,” you said around a yawn, and you made your way over to the pair of them who were relaxed on the couch. “Morning, boys.”

Steve smiled; Bucky positively beamed with enthusiasm, like you were the best sight he could have witnessed that chilled, festive morning. “Hey, pretty girl,” he said, confirming your thoughts and gesturing you over. “C’mere—wanna hold our girl.”

You carefully placed your drink down onto the coffee table and sat on Bucky’s lap. As soon as the back of your thighs touched the top of his, his hands shot straight to your waist and hip, guiding you to sit comfortably. The quietness of his hushed voice while he hummed along to the Christmas carol playing from the movie on the TV soothed you. 

“Hi,” you mumbled, curling into his chest. The faded fabric of his red henley was soft under your palm as you rested your hand over his heart. A soft kiss was placed on your forehead. The three of you settled into a comfortable silence. 

A low huff came from the direction of the room’s heater. You looked over and found Cap and Cleo cuddled under the endless soft, fluffy blankets that lined their bed. 

“How did you sleep, baby?” Bucky asked quietly. Under your hand, his chest rumbled from his gravelly voice.  

“Good—could still fall asleep now,” you replied, and a yawn snuck up on you. “But someone insisted I get out of bed this morning.”

“It’ll be worth it,” Steve said with a light laugh. 

Bucky’s hand squeezed your waist and his other arm moved to rest higher up, over your thighs. “It is, Cherry—don’t go givin’ Stevie a hard time.”

“Mm, I’ll be the judge of that,” you huffed. “Now shush, you’re warm and ‘m sleepy.” 

“Don’t go to sleep again,” Bucky warned, shaking you a little. “Stevie,” he said, and you felt his jaw move from the top of your head — he must have looked toward his husband. “Let’s do it, yeah? That way Cherry can get what she wants.”

“Yes,” you agreed, closing your eyes for effect. “What I want is to sleep against the warm, strong chest of my–”

“Ah, ah,” Steve interrupted, raising a brow at you, as though he knew you were going to say something that would set Bucky off — the bastard always knew, you cursed. “Alright,” he continued, twisting in his seat to reach for something that rested on the bottom shelf of the coffee table, and you watched keenly. “Now this is an early Christmas present—since we agreed neither of us could keep our mouths shut about it.”

A simple, small, black box rested in his offered palm. It was nondescript and plain; no way to decipher what may lie inside or where it came from. 

With only an ounce of hesitation, you leaned out of Bucky’s grip and took the offered mysterious present. It had little weight to it, but that truly meant nothing when it came to their cunning, crafty ideas — the possibilities were endless–

“You wanna open it up to see what it is,” Bucky said, his tone light and amused, “or are you gona keep bitin’ your lip and keep me thinkin’ of what I could do to make them even more–”

“For fuck’s sake,” Steve cut in, holding a finger up in reminisce of a scolding parent. “This is a soft, gentle moment—don’t ruin it by bein’ a horndog.”

“Whatever,” Bucky grumbled. Not one to be dissuaded, his face inched closer to your ear, and you giggled sweetly when his lips brushed against the sensitive skin behind and below your ear. “Don’t listen to him, kitten.”

“Enough!”

All three of you burst into laughter, and it was only when Cleo ventured from her bed to investigate the interesting package you held in your lap, did the three of you settle into occasional snorts of mirth. “Hey, baby girl,” you whispered, offering the puppy your hand to sniff, and scratch between her ears. “What d’you say? Should I open it?”

She yipped and wagged her tail — a universal sign of ‘yes’. 

“Okay, here we go.” The lid of the box slid from the base smoothly to reveal red tissue paper. Tones of umber, ruby red, and fire beneath your fingertips. “You boys spend big, did you?”

“Jus’ open it, Cherry,” Bucky insisted, a boyish grin on his lips. If you were not in his lap and he had room to move, you would have sworn that he would vibrate in place from sheer excitement. “C’mon—this is worse than watchin’ Clint try to cook at the station.”

“Alright, alright,” you soothed him, unable to help the pull of a wide smile. “But I’m telling him you said that.”

“Don’t care, jus’ open it.”

you sighed exasperatedly. “Fine.”  

The tissue paper came away with a quiet crinkle, and what lay beneath it made you gasp so harshly that it caught in your throat, making you cough. 

A thin, twinkling bracelet was nestled into the white, velvet padding. Red jewels and flashes of white diamonds glinted in the low light of the living room, and you could not for the life of you speak up, or vocalise behind small gasps and whimpers. 

Its beauty was unmatched in anything you had seen before. A larger red stone was set on the domed shell of a firefighter’s helmet, and along the brimmed edge around the helmet was inscribed a single word — Cherry. 

“Oh, my,” you managed, a barely audible exclamation that seemed to piteously show your shock and awe. 

The love and affection in both Bucky and Steve’s stares made your eyes well with tears, and Bucky spoke first. “They’re garnets—the gemstone of fire. We found this shop that made things with all kinds, and– Well, we had to get our Cherry somethin’ of us.”

“You’re our fire, our passion, Cherry,” Steve said quietly. “You’ve given us everythin’, all of what we have now is thanks to you.”

“Oh, hell,” you gasped wetly, choking on a sob. “Boys–” There was no way to speak before the torrential flood took over, and you mouthed wordlessly while clutching the box. 

Bucky pulled you impossibly closer, and Steve shuffled down the couch to sit so close he may as well have been in Bucky’s lap, as well — he lifted your legs and settled, then placed them over his before he leaned in close. 

“Here,” Steve said, gently grabbing the box from your hand. His fingertips were soft over the delicate skin of your wrist, and the bracelet rested comfortably in place. “There you go, honey.” 

You held them close after that, unwilling and unable to let either of them go — not even when you had a part of them already in your heart.

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐚𝐨𝟑 ⠄⠂⠁

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ⠄⠂⠁

[buckys-wintersoldier]

‘Til the end of the line | Stucky

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 -> WinterSoldier!Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 -> After another sleepless night and some stories about Steve and Bucky, they find him and Bucky can confess the feelings he has for Steve.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 -> 2012

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 -> (T) violence, mention of brainwashing

𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 -> 10 Years Anniversary CA:TWS | April 4 | Theme: ‘Til the end of the line | Helicarrier, 1940’s, Reunion, “Schoolyard and battlefield”, Favourite Stucky scene | @catws-anniversary

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Bucky turns around in his bed, throwing his head from one side to the other. His breathing is heavy, and when a sudden scream leaves his lips, he immediately wakes up. Tears are burning in his eyes, slowly falling down his cheeks, his chest raising and falling fast, and his muscles tensing while he looks around. Sweat is covering his body, and he sits up, listening to the sound of his dog tags touching one another. A sound that calms him down slowly. He rarely has a night where he isn’t waking up himself, screaming, and crying because of another nightmare. Bucky’s hand slides to the side, touching the cool floor, and he sighs softly. He knows he is at home; he is at the Avengers compound. A soft knock on his door, and the door opens quietly. Bucky’s gaze snaps towards the door.

“Bucky? You’re fine?” Natasha asks, looking through the now-open door of his room.

His eyes are still red, and trails of tears cover his face, but he nods softly. Bucky inhales deeply, sliding his fingers through his hair. He tries to smile at her to ensure he is oke but Natasha walks into the room, claiming the door then and walking closer to the soldier. She smiles, encouraging him, knowing Bucky is embarrassed of himself for screaming and crying in his sleep once again. She lets herself take a seat next to him on the ground; her hand makes its way to his bare back, and she draws small circles on it.

When she did that the first time after Bucky saw Steve on the bridge a while ago and him not recognizing Bucky, she sat next to him as well, waiting until Bucky told her about the nightmares he has, and he said sorry a lot. He felt bad for waking her up because he had a nightmare. Natasha made sure that she did it because they are friends and because she knew it’s not easy to see someone he knows so well, someone he loves, who acted like he didn’t know Bucky anymore. The sweat never stopped her from touching him because she knows he needs it; he needs someone who is there and someone he can be closer to so he won’t feel alone anymore. And since then, she often spends the night with Bucky; they talk, sometimes she just helps him to calm down, and then they both sleep. They are friends, good friends, and even though they are so close, both of them have no other feelings than best friends have for each other.

“We will find Steve, and he will remember. Do you wanna have some hot chocolate too?” She asks, knowing that Bucky loves them just as much as she does.

“With whipped cream and marshmallows,” Bucky says, chucking softly. “Let me take a shower first.”

Bucky got up from the floor, reaching for Nat’s hand and pulling her up as well. He then takes some clothes, walking toward the bathroom while Natasha walks to the door, which leads into the floor. She just opens it, facing Bucky and smirking playfully.

Don’t take too long, old man. Otherwise, the chocolate will be cold.”

Bucky rolls his eyes and walks into the bathroom, hearing Natasha laughing. Then he takes off his boxers and gets into the shower. The hot water relaxes his tensing muscles; the scent of the shampoo he uses makes him sigh softly; and he enjoys the hot water running down his body. He washes the sweat off his body, letting the hot water fall down on his body a while longer before he gets out of the shower and drys himself. Bucky rubs his long brown hair dry and then wraps the towel around his waist. He always feels better when he has a nice, hot shower. After doing everything in the bathroom, including taking on his fresh clothes, he makes his way out of his room and into the kitchen, where Natasha is already waiting for him. He inhales the sweet scent of the hot chocolate and the marshmallows in the room, smiling softly.

“Smells delicious as always when you make that hot chocolate.”

When Bucky reaches his best friend, she hands him a cup of hot chocolate, topped with whipped cream and marshmallows. Then they both walk to the couch, letting themselves fall down on it and making it comfortable. Bucky hums when he tastes the chocolate, causing Natasha to laugh.

“Do you want to tell me more about you and Steve from the 40’s?” She asks softly, so he doesn’t have the feeling that she puts him under pressure.

Bucky thinks for a moment; she already knows a bit about them both, but there are some more things he hasn’t told her yet. There are some funny things he really wants to tell her. So he does exactly that, with a smirk he licks with his tongue over his lips.

“There was the event; it was supposed to show things that will be created in the future. Even though the flying cars aren’t working yet. But before we went there, Steve was in the cinema, and I think he loved to get punched. He told the boy, who was stronger and taller than Steve, to be quiet because he wanted to watch the movie. They went outside into the alley next to the cinema. You should have seen little Steve lifting his fists and jumping up and down in front of the guy who was almost two Steve’s big,” Bucky says, laughing when he remembers the small Steve jumping up and down to punch the boy in front of him. “And then the guy punched him, and Steve got up and told him he could do that all day. But the way he jumped up and down like a bouncing ball was really cute.”

Natasha laughs so hard that she almost spills her chocolate on Bucky. Bucky takes a sip of his chocolate before he has another funny story in mind, which he tells her.

“During that show, Steve went to something like a museum. There was a picture of a soldier, and when you were standing in front of it, you saw your face as that of the soldier. But Steve was too small, so he wasn’t able to see his face there. It was pretty cute. Later, we went to war, and the people always said ‘schoolyard and battlefield, and we were always there together. First with sticks, then with uniforms.’”

They both chuckle softly, and after a while and a few more stories of Steve and Bucky, Sam walks with Fury into the room.

“Steve, you know me. You know me your whole life,” Buck says, looking at his best friend.

“I don’t know you.”

The cold eyes and the coldness in his voice lets Bucky shiver. Steve still looks confused at Bucky, but at the same time, he looks like he remembers his best friend. The man he used to love in their 40’s, the man who protected him until Steve got imprisoned by Hydra after he turned into “Captain America” which turned out to be an experiment Hydra did. He wasn’t Captain America; they just told him, so they got him into the ‘Winter Soldier program’. But since Bucky said his name and he kind of remembered the other man, he is even more confused. Who is he? Where is the other man?

“Your name is Steven Grant Rogers,” Bucky says.

“Shut up!” Steve shouts, overwhelmed by his emotions.

The brown-haired man looks so familiar, but as much as Steve tries, he doesn’t get the things together to get to know where he knows the other man. He told the Agents of Hydra that there was a man on the bridge, someone he knew. But the agents didn't pay attention; they brainwashed him to make sure he did his job and didn't get distracted during his missions. Steve’s eyes slide from Bucky to his shield and back at Bucky, then he punches him, and the brown-haired man staggers back but gets his balance back and looks at Steve.

“I’m not gonna fight you. You’re my friend,” Bucky explains, letting the weapon he holds in his hand fall down.

'Actually, you’re more than a friend to me,’ he thinks, but doesn’t say that just yet. His breathing is heavy, and the sweat is running down his skin. Steve is breathing just as heavily as Bucky, his jaw clenched, and he holds his shield tightly in his hand, pressed against his body. The moment the weapon falls through a hole in the helicarrier, Steve walks closer to Bucky, throwing his shield in the direction of his best friend and hitting him. Bucky walks a few steps backwards before he falls down, and Steve uses the moment to throw himself on top of him.

“You’re my mission.”

Steve’s fist meets Bucky’s face harshly, blood flowing out of his nose, but he doesn’t do anything to get his best friend off of him. He knows Steve doesn’t remember him; he knows that Steve is brainwashed.

The helicarrier around them slowly breaks into pieces. Steve is still on top of Bucky, punching his best friend over and over again.

“You. -punch- Are. -punch- My. -punch- Mission.”

Steve breathes heavily; his chest is falling and raising fast, while he looks down and into the ocean-blue eyes of his best friend.

“Then finish it, ‘cause I’m with you ‘til the end of the line,” Bucky says, waiting for Steve to punch him once again, but he doesn’t.

Steve’s eyes widen, and he remembers the man in front of you. The moment he said that sentence to Bucky when they were together in the Hydra base.

“Get out of here.”

"No, not without you- because I’m with you til the end of the line,” Steve shouts back.

The hand of Steve falls down; he is just about to get off of Bucky. Suddenly it cracks next to them, and in the next moment Bucky falls down, landing just a few moments later in the river.

“Bucky,” Steve mumbles.

Without hesitation, Steve jumps after Bucky, catching him and swimming with him in his tight grip out of the river. Bucky’s eyes are closed, and he seems unconscious. Steve lets himself fall down next to his best friend, his fingers running through his soft hair, while he admires the beauty of the brown-haired man.

“Buck,” he mumbles, lifting the head and shoulders of his friend off the ground and placing Bucky on his lap. “My Bucky.”

Slowly, the man wakes up, feeling warm but with wet legs underneath his body. He opens his eyes just a bit, seeing his best friend through his lashes.

“S-Steve?”

“Bucky, hey. Buck, it’s me. H-how are you?”

Bucky chuckles, looking at Steve and lifting his hand to caress Steve’s check.

“I’m good. I-i missed you. I never thought I’d see you again. But you’re here. Please don’t leave again, Stevie. I-I love you.”

“I won’t, Buck. I’m here, and I love you too. Do you want to be mine?” Steve mumbles, and Bucky nods euphorically.

He leans down until their lips meet; the kiss is soft, and they both move their lips carefully but with so much passion against each other. Bucky smirks softly, his hand sliding through the blond hair of Steve. And suddenly Steve’s feelings and memories are back; he knows all he ever felt for his best friend and all he still feels for him.

“But Bucky, they will look after me.”

“I will protect you, Stevie.”

“And we’re there for you too,” Natasha says behind them, smirking at Bucky, who has red cheeks and looks at his best friend.

Steve lets Bucky sit up. The brown-haired man leans closer and kisses Steve once again before they both get up.

“Let’s get some food first; I’m starving.”

“You’re always hungry, birdy,” Natasha and Bucky say at the same time.

Steve chuckles, wrapping his arm around his now-boyfriend’s waist and pulling him closer.

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𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨

𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐬.

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[freedvmrouge]

Slow Dancing in the Living Room

Word Count: 679

Tags & Warnings: POV Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, Established Relationship, Emotional Hurt/Comfort

Summary: Steve wakes up alone in bed and heads to the kitchen. Amidst the sudden silence, music rings out from Bucky's phone.

For @stuckybingo R5 / February Monthly Adoptables

Steve woke up blearily, unsure of the time or even what day it was. There was nothing pressing to wake up for, he gathered. Everyone kept saying how he had eidetic memory, and he did. But there was some nuance to that. He needed visual references, for instance, like having it written down. He still needed associations to form those memories, and right then, he wasn’t associating an appointment with— he looked directly at the clock hanging unnecessarily on the opposite wall— a startling one in the morning time slot. 

He was free, unless anyone told him otherwise.

The other thing, though, was that Bucky wasn’t laying beside him in their thousand thread count sheets— or whatever the insane number was; he wasn’t paying attention. It was quickly losing its warmth, so Bucky’d been away for a while now. He could look for him, surely. He could ask FRIDAY for assistance, too.

Steve did none of those things.

Instead, he got up and raided the refrigerator. All of the kitchen’s light was thanks to this one appliance, and the longer he stood there, the colder it was on his skin; compensating for the lost coolness. 

He quickly picked out a pop tart— probably the least nutritious thing he could’ve settled on— and popped it into the toaster. There were only so many things he could handle this late into the night, and cooking was not one of them.

As he waited, he was met with deafening silence. Even the toaster was dead silent.

Steve patted down his pockets to find his phone only to realize a second later that he left it in his room.

Before he could go and grab it, however, he heard the beginning piano notes of Ella Fitzgerald’s ‘Somebody Nobody Loves’-- an otherwise cheerful and optimistic song if you didn’t understand the lyrics. Steve turned his head toward the incoming music, finding Bucky leaning against the front door with his phone out in his left hand; a small smile curled on his lips.

Although I know it sounds alarming; I've prayed on bended knee; For that certain gay Prince Charming; Who was meant for me.

Steve couldn’t help but laugh out loud, the pressure tickling his sides and pushing out of his throat easily.

“You couldn’t have picked a more solemn song for one in the morning,” he said with rolled eyes.

Bucky’s smile widened and he shrugged. “What can I say? I was going through it tonight.”

Steve’s laugh teetered off, and he looked at his partner with soft eyes; watching him closely. He could see how Bucky’s eyes were a little red, and the end of his pajama sleeves had only recently dried.

The song continued to play, even as Bucky shut the front door and traversed the living room toward him. 

Steve met him halfway, somewhere behind the outrageously large living room couch. He gathered Bucky in his arms as soon as he was within reach. He pressed a kiss atop the other’s head as Bucky settled against him, ignoring the windswept hair and cool fabric under his palms. Bucky likely went to the roof for some alone time despite the low temperatures.

They stood there in the comfort of one another’s warmth. He didn’t move, even when his pop tart was ready, and toasted just how he liked it.

Instead, he closed his eyes as they started swaying in place with no real intention to dance. He felt Bucky’s breath coming out calm and steady as the song continued. Steve hummed lowly into the darkness, following the happy tune of the music. 

When the song finished, another soon started up with a gentle cello or some other. Steve didn’t pay attention to the words this time, and neither did he stop swaying with Bucky; enjoying the moment as it was— without any expectations to perform, not even in the bright light of a stage or dance hall. 

Just the two of them, swaying in the dark as the sweet scent of artificial blueberries wafted through the air, and that was enough.

[thesugarclubs-blog]

Home for Christmas - a Stucky oneshot

warnings: Christmasy fluff, Stucky smut, 18+

word count: 6.5k

WP: https://www.wattpad.com/1405650983-home-for-christmas-steve-bucky

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Bucky flipped through the TV channels, a beer in his hand and his feet up on the glass coffee table while Alpine purred in his lap. Outside, snow was blanketing New York, almost drowning out the sounds of the city. 

And he felt content. For a few heartbeats, he almost dared to say he was happy. It was a dreaded word that Bucky had pushed away for years. He never thought he’d be here. Something inside of him was always waiting for the other shoe to drop. Because there was always another shoe. 

But it never did. He could breathe again. That deadly vine that seemed forever wrapped around his chest had been cut. Ayo was right– he was free. 

It had been two years since his Hydra deprogramming. Two years since he and Steve really decided to give a relationship a shot. They could walk down the street, hand in hand, and nobody batted an eyelash. For the first time in his life, Bucky felt like he had a partner who understood him inside and out. 

“And that’s 123 for the Knicks and 133 for the Celtics.” 

“Son of a bitch,” he grumbled, glancing down at Alpine. “Can’t play for shit.”

“Maybe they should let you on the team,” Steve’s voice echoed through the apartment as he shut the door, shaking the snow off of his jacket. 

He was as gorgeous as ever, a tall, lean frame, dark blue eyes, a full beard, and his formerly tightly cropped blond hair had grown out. He wore it messier these days and seemed more calm and content. 

Steve hung up his brown leather jacket in the closet. 

“Feet off the coffee table, Buck.”

Okay, he was still a little uptight.

Bucky offered a challenging smirk.

“Yeah? Who says?”

Steve grinned, strutting toward him and rounding the back of the couch as Bucky tipped his head back. Steve leaned over, humming softly as he kissed him. Sparks rushed down Bucky’s spine.

“Always so combative. You’re a bad influence on our child.”

Bucky grinned, stretching his head back for more kisses. 

“Your nose is cold,” he murmured as Steve’s lips found his again, tender and slow and warming Bucky through from the inside out. He shifted on the couch, twisting so they could kiss at a more comfortable angle. 

“S’cold out,” Steve hummed, and then because he was the biggest little shit Bucky’s ever known, he cradled Bucky’s cheeks with two ice cold palms. 

Bucky yelped, sending Alpine leaping from his lap and Steve falling into fits of giggles.

“Like it’s 1936 all over again,” Bucky muttered, but his eyes were soft and he smiled involuntarily as he watched Steve wipe tears of laughter from his cheeks. “It’s a good job I’m in love with you, ya punk.”

“I see you hung the stockings up while I was out,” Steve said, once he’d recovered himself. “They look good.”

Bucky hummed his acknowledgement, casting his critical eye once more over the mantle on the opposite wall. There were two large red stockings dangling from the ledge, with their names embroidered in sparkling gold thread. Another stocking hung next to them, smaller and forest green in colour, decorated with Alpine’s name.

“Seems like something’s missing though,” Bucky mused.

Steve put his hands on his lips and dragged his bottom lip between his teeth as his blue eyes raked over the space. Bucky was more interested in the way his back arched and tugged at the fabric of his shirt around his stomach. Steve hummed and the muscles in his jaw ticked but he nodded, figuring out the missing piece that Bucky was too distracted to care about. 

"We need a tree," he said, turning to look at him with a determined smile. 

"There's a lot down the block selling them, if we hurry we could probably grab one..." Bucky started but Steve shook his head. 

"Alpine deserves something fresh," he declared.

“Fresh… like fresh out of the ground?” Bucky asked. “Where are you going to find one of those?” 

“I’m sure I could find one,” Steve grinned, giving Buck a half smile.

Bucky chuckled, shaking his head as he set his beer down and got to his feet, wrapping his arms around Steve’s waist. Even after two years, this man still gave him butterflies. He’d been in love with Steve since they were teenagers, but never in his wildest dreams did he think anything would actually happen between them. 

Through everything, Steve was his constant. The one person he kept coming back to. They understood each other in a way that Bucky never felt understood by anyone else. Both of them had been ripped from their lives and thrust into a world they were still trying to figure out. But they had each other. 

Bucky nuzzled against Steve’s jawline, closing his eyes as his beard rubbed against his skin. He could feel Steve smiling, one hand sliding down to grab Bucky’s ass. He gave it a gentle squeeze as Bucky let out a giggle. He’d never giggled before Steve.

“I kinda like the idea of watching you chop down a tree for me.”

“I can tell,” Steve murmured, pulling back and kissing him. “I was thinking we could drive Upstate. Make a whole day of it.”

Bucky smiled so hard his cheeks hurt. 

“I got nothing going on.”

Steve eyed him fondly, blues eyes and small smile gooier than the chocolate fudge brownie from their favourite diner. Bucky knew how Steve’s brain worked, he could almost read the thoughts running through his head. 

“You’re glad I get to have nothing goin’ on, Steve. I know. Can we go chop down a tree now, please?” 

Steve cleared his throat, huffing out a soft laugh as he hauled Bucky in closer for another kiss. 

“Yeah— yeah,” he stammered in that adorable way he did when he knew he’d been caught out. “Go on, pretty boy. Go wrap up warm.” 

Bucky turned toward their bedroom, beaming over his shoulder when he felt Steve tap him on the ass playfully; his heart already warm and Steve’s love settling further into his bones.

“Wear that dark blue sweater I love so much!” Steve’s voice carried through their apartment. Bucky smiled to himself as he went to the closet in search of said sweater. 

“Since when did we start deciding that you’d pick out my clothes?” 

“I don’t,” Bucky turned to see Steve leaning against the doorframe. “That sweater brings out your eyes.” 

Blush crept up the back of Bucky’s neck. Images of Steve pressed against a snow covered tree, his nose bitten pink from the cold while they warmed each other up, flickered through his mind. “Fine, I'll wear the sweater.” He said, his voice already hoarse and his belly turning warm.

“Atta boy,” Steve smirked, pushing up from the doorframe and sauntering back to the living room with a cheeky wink.

“Punk,” Bucky called out, his voice cracking a little as he grew more flustered.

He could easily hear Steve’s chuckle at his response and his face split into a broad grin as he pulled the sweater free from the closet and shrugged it over his head.

Eyeing himself in the bedroom mirror he raised a self-critical brow and then raked his hands through the long strands of his hair before fastening them back with the hair tie from his wrist.

"Handsome," Bucky praised and admired his soldier with a soft gaze as Steve and all his muscles came back into view. 

Steve cocked his head to the side, a low moan of appreciation vibrating from the base of his throat, "keep looking at me like that darlin' and we won't make it out of this apartment."

"You promised Alpine a tree," Bucky teased and brushed his hand along the leather belt looped around Steve's waist.

Steve bit his bottom lip as he stared into Bucky’s bright blue eyes. “Compromise then… something on the road? We have a bit of a drive to get upstate.”

Bucky grabbed Steve by the waist and pulled him close, feeling his lover’s heart pounding beneath his sweater. His hands slid beneath the soft fabric, greeted with hard muscle and silky skin. Steve’s eyes fluttered closed and he licked his lips.

“I got a better idea, sugar. You get me the biggest tree you can…” Bucky reached down to squeeze Steve’s stiff cock through his pants. “And I give you an early Christmas present.”

“You fucking horndog,” Steve chuckled as Bucky peppered his face with kisses, nipping at his earlobe as the embers in his belly exploded into a full-blown forest fire.

He wasn’t very good at self control when it came to Steve. They had a lot of time to make up for, and if he had it his way, they’d have spent the past two years in bed.

“Language, Cap,” Bucky purred before taking a step back, knowing he was leaving Steve aching for more. “Come on. I want a tree, and you’ve got a deal to hold up.”

“You missed the part where I agreed to it,” Steve replied, tossing him a sly smile.

Bucky shrugged.

“Okay, then no road head and no fucking me against a tree.” He turned on the ball of his foot and strutted out the door. “Your loss, Cap!” 

Steve’s honeyed laughter poured out of the bedroom as he jogged to catch up, swatting Bucky on the ass.

“I’d love to see you follow through on that threat.”

“I could,” Bucky said defiantly as Steve grabbed the keys and they each gave Alpine a little scratch under the chin goodbye. “If I wanted.” 

“I know, baby. Except I also know you find me utterly irresistible.”  

Steve winked, with all that clean cut Captain America charm that not so secretly drove Bucky crazy. 

“Damn straight, I do.” Bucky pecked Steve on the cheek as they headed out the door. Giving Steve’s pert ass an extra little squeeze, he hurried ahead, leaping over the railing and calling behind him. “Race you to the truck!”

"Hey!" Steve yelled with a laugh though he could hear the dull thud of his footsteps on the pavement behind him as they raced each other outside. Bucky landed on hand on the passenger side door and beamed at his counterpart as he rounded the bed of the truck. 

"Retirement has made you slow." Bucky teased as Steve sauntered towards him. 

"You cheated." Steve's fingers wrapped into the front of Bucky's sweater, tugging him closer. Bucky's heart hammered in his chest feeling Steve's breath fan across his face. 

"Debatable." Bucky breathed leaning into his vanilla scent and pressed his lips to Steve's.

He meant it to be a short, sweet kiss but Steve had other ideas, his other hand sliding around the back of Bucky’s neck to tangle in the hair that was rapidly escaping his hasty bun.

Bucky moaned, parting his lips slightly to deepen their kiss, losing himself in the feel of Steve’s lips and tongue against his. He whined when his love pulled back and nudged his nose against Bucky’s with a low, throaty chuckle.

“Easy there, big guy. You carry on like that and we’ll be giving the neighbours a real show.”

“Don’t care,” Bucky pouted, nuzzling his face into Steve’s neck and relishing the soft scratch of Steve’s beard against his skin.

"But what about Alpine's tree? Our little girl will be all bitchy if we don't bring her the tree we promised," Steve whispered in the gravelly voice Bucky loved so much. It immediately sent a shiver down his spine and into his cock.

"She'll be okay if we bring it a little later. I think I can't leave before fucking you inside of that truck, Cap."

His hand gave Steve's butt cheek a squeeze and he pressed his half hard cock against his boyfriend. 

Steve couldn't stifle a loud moan and his hands fiddled for the handle of the truck door.

"You're really something else, Buck."

“I can’t help it… you started all of this to begin with!” Buck laughed. He let Steve open the truck door and climb in before he walked around and got in to join him. 

“Proud of it,” Steve said smugly. “Anticipation makes it even better.”

Bucky clipped his seatbelt on as the engine rumbled beneath them and Steve double and triple checked the mirrors.

“Look at you, mister safety.”

“Hey!” Steve barked, smiling from ear to ear. “It’s important! It’s snowing, there’s a higher risk of accidents this time of year.”

“You know I fell off a train, right?” Bucky asked. “I think I could handle a fender bender.”

Steve whacked him in the arm as he pulled out of their parking spot and headed down the street. Bucky was fixated on the radio, flipping through stations to try and find something decent. It was all people yapping— stupid people with even stupider opinions. Parker always teased him about being an old man, but the radio was supposed to play music, not bullshit like this. 

“You can plug your phone in, Buck.”

“I can’t remember how,” Bucky grumbled.

“Parker taught you.”

“Parker talks almost as much as these clowns on the radio.” He kept flipping through the stations until soft jazz dripped through the speakers and Bucky grinned, leaning back in his seat. “Plus, I found something.”

Steve grinned, keeping one hand on the wheel and the other on Bucky’s thigh. 

“My stubborn old man.”

“Yeah, look who’s talkin’, toots. You yelled at the washing machine the other day.”

“They’re supposed to wash your clothes, not sing you a song,” Steve retorted. 

Bucky chuckled, staring out the window. For the first time in 80 years, he felt fucking normal. Soft jazz filled the silence between them and a deep sense of peace consumed him. Steve began to hum along as music mixed with the rumble of the engine. If this was the rest of his life, he’d take it.

They should have anticipated the roads being busy. Getting out of the city was never easy but attempting it so close to Christmas was maybe not their smartest move. 

Bucky huffed, fidgeting in his seat as the truck moved at a snail's pace. So close to open road and yet still so far. 

“Got ants in ya pants?” Steve asked, cocking an eyebrow as Bucky twisted in his seat again. 

“I’m bored,” he whined. He did that now too, apparently. Noticed the way Steve shifted too and tilted his head as they came to another stop. 

“Wanna play a game?” 

“I dunno, is it a game of how many times can Bucky make Steve come with just his mouth before we get there?” 

“Were you always this horny?” 

“Probably,” Bucky shrugged, “didn’t have you like that then though, did I?”

"You could have." Steve smirked as Bucky slid across the bench seat closer to him. His hand gripped the inside of Steve's thigh causing him to suck in a shuddering breath. Those dark blue eyes flicked to Bucky's, "You're playing with fire Sergeant." He rasped. 

"I don't mind getting burned," Bucky cooed leaning into him and pressing his lips to the spot just below his ear. Steve let out a low groan gripping the steering wheel so hard the leather creaked beneath his touch. "Whattya say Cap? Should we test that focus of yours?"

Bucky’s hand slid higher, tracing an achingly slow path up the inner seam of Steve’s jeans. 

“Buck…” Steve warned, his voice dark and low.

“Just be quiet and enjoy it, Stevie,” Bucky murmured, trailing the tip of his tongue down Steve’s neck.

Bucky’s other hand pulled down on the neckline of Steve’s sweater enough to let him drag his tongue across his collarbone, nipping gently with his teeth as he went, eager to tease out more of the soft groans of pleasure from his lover’s throat.

Bucky's hand pressed firmly to the growing bulge in Steve's pants and a grin formed on his lips as he drew closer to the buckle he so desperately wanted undone. 

His thighs tensed as the buckle flipped free and Bucky was able to undo the button that separated them, "the thrill has always done wonders for you," Bucky whispered against his throat as his fingers played at Steve's boxers where they lifted slightly from his skin as his erection begged for attention. 

Steve's gaze flickered from the road as Bucky teased the sensitive skin. 

"Eyes up, Cap." He laughed breathlessly and tucked his hand into his pants without warning, dragging a sharp hiss from between Steve's lips as he fought to focus on the road ahead.

"What if someone catches us?" Steve hissed, his head pressed back into the headrest, knuckles whitening from the intense grip on the steering wheel.

"Extra point, I know you love the adrenaline." Bucky's hand wrapped around Steve's cock, slowly pumping him towards oblivion.

"God," Steve moaned, his cock hardening with every second. 

Bucky's hand was made to be wrapped around Steve's cock. It fit perfectly around it as they were missing puzzle pieces. He knew he would be able to work wonders only with his hand, but his mouth was made to do a better job. They had plenty of occasions in the past years that would prove him right. 

"I prefer when you moan my name."

Steve peered down at Bucky, a quick, sharp flit of his dark eyes before they were back on the road. 

“I will,” he purred, his hand leaving the wheel and finding home in Bucky’s hair. Steve’s blunt nails against his scalp as he tugged coaxed a whine from Bucky. “When you’ve earned it.” 

“Fuck, Stevie. Gonna give you the best damn blow job of your life.” 

Bucky gave Steve another soft stroke, freeing his cock from his boxers and earning a rough groan. Hot and heavy in his hand, Bucky wiggled to get comfy before he lowered his mouth, flicking gently over Steve’s slit with his tongue. 

“B-Buck—“ Steve stammered.

Bucky hummed, wrapping his lips around just the tip, relishing in the feel of velvety skin, slick and hot in his mouth as he sunk further. 

Fuck, he loved this. Would probably always love this. Watching Steve falling apart from the gentlest touch.

Steve moaned again as Bucky alternated between taking him deep down his throat and licking the underside of his cock as he came up for air. One hand now cupping his lover's balls while his other gently drew circles on his hip

"Damn it Buck," he moaned.

Bucky gazed up at Steve as he swirled his tongue through the precum gathered on Steve's tip before taking him back in his mouth, Steve's hip raised to meet his nose as the traffic slowed again and he was able to take advantage and shift position slightly, letting slip a deep moan as his cock hit the back of Bucky's throat and he started to suck.

Steve’s fingers tightened in Bucky’s hair, tugging at the root. The car slowly lurched forward as traffic began to move but the low groan falling from Steve’s lips only egged him on. “Fu- Damnit Buck.” 

Bucky smiled around Steve’s length, hollowing his cheeks out and moaning around him. His own erection painfully pressed against his tight denim.

He shifted in his seat, desperate for any friction against the heat of his cock as he continued to take Steve as deep as he could.

He finally came up for air, chest heaving slightly as he rolled his eyes up to scan over Steve’s face.

“You keep sayin’ that, hot stuff. Does it mean you want me to stop or-“ Bucky was cut off by Steve tightening his grip on his hair and his hips bucking decisively upwards, thrusting the head of his cock to the back of Bucky’s throat.

He gagged a little more than he usually would, knowing exactly the effect that sound would have on him. Steve moaned louder, hissing out a curse as Bucky hollowed his cheeks and swirled his tongue around his head.

“Fuck, baby, please…” Steve grunted.

Bucky bobbed his head, gripping his jeans with one hand while gripping the seat with the other. He whined as he felt Steve try his damndest not to fully thrust upwards and continue to drive.

Adrenaline rushed through Bucky, the thrill of someone catching sight of them urging him on in his quest to make Steve come. 

“Holy— fuck. Buck, I’m not— I’m not gonna last much longer,” Steve whimpered through gritted teeth, his thigh tensing beneath Bucky’s palm. 

Steve rocked his hips up to Bucky’s mouth, the car jerking a little as his foot slipped off the gas and Bucky choked out a laugh around Steve’s cock. The vibrations earned him a louder moan from Steve over the soft jazz already fighting to be heard over the wet, hot sounds of Bucky’s mouth. 

“C’mon, baby. Gonna let me taste how sweet y’are?” Bucky breathed, pulling off Steve briefly and leaving a string of slick spit and pre-cum trailing from his lips. He had no doubts about how debauched he looked, or how close Steve was as he gently pushed Bucky’s head back down with a whispered please.

Bucky used his nose to trace the vein down Steve's shaft, pausing to inhale before his tongue licked a stripe between the base and his balls. He raised his face, watching as Steve tensed. He then blew on his tip. He knew Steve was close and this was sometimes his downfall. 

Steve groaned and that sound went straight to Bucky's cock.

He took Steve into his mouth, his tongue swirling around his erection before flattening along it and sucking. Bucky couldn't stifle the almighty moan that left him and that proved to be Steve's undoing.

The grip Steve had on his hair tightened even more as he lost the battle with his self-control and thrust his hips up, driving his cock as deep as he could. His release coated the back of Bucky’s throat and he swallowed it eagerly, lapping up every drop.

Straightening in his seat, a cocky smirk on his face, he looked over at Steve; proud of how undone his lover looked. White knuckles gripped the steering wheel so hard Bucky was surprised it hadn’t cracked whilst Steve raked his other hand shakily through his hair, pushing it away from a face that was flushed and beaded with sweat.

“Christ, Buck,” Steve hissed, fleetingly taking his gaze from the road to drag his eyes over Bucky’s smug face.

Bucky raised an eyebrow and made a show of swiping the back of his hand across his mouth.

“Nice focus you got there, Cap,” he chuckled. “Good to see retirement hasn’t made you lose your edge.”

Steve panted, running his tongue over his bottom lip. “Focus, my ass,” he breathed. 

“What? Mad at me?” Bucky asked, his eyes growing concerned. 

Steve shook his head. “No, I’m not mad,” he assured. "I'll tell you one thing for sure," Bucky grumbled, "This cab is too small for super soldier fun times," straightening up and rotating his shoulder.

Steve grinned at him. "It was your idea, we could have tussled before we left."

"And another thing, our next truck won't have a stick shift and will have tinted windows."

Steve chuckled at Bucky's expression. "Where's the fun in that?"

"We'll see if your views change when I drive us home," Bucky smirked and wiggled his eyebrows at his lover.

Bucky helped Steve back into his trousers with a grin and then they slipped into the familiar, companionable silence that they’d only ever been able to find with each other. Bucky scrabbled about in the glove compartment for one of the many car snacks he had stashed and pulled out a bag of trail mix. Offering the packet to Steve, who declined with a smile, he tipped some into his mouth and then gazed out at the wintery landscape, his hand resting lightly on Steve’s thigh.

It wasn’t too long before they reached the turn-off that was signposted with a giant, hand painted Christmas tree and an arrow directing them which way to go.

The further they drove down the road the more dense the tree line became and soon the highway disappeared leaving them surrounded by snow covered forest. 

"It's a winter wonderland out here," Steve said, trying to hide his excitement but the sun caught in his eyes like glitter as he pulled into the parking lot and parked the truck. "Never thought I'd be excited to cut down a tree."

Such a simple tradition but it warmed Bucky from his nose to his toes to see Steve with a smile on his face. Bucky decided in that moment he would help Steve cut down a thousand trees if it kept that boyish, handsome smile on his perfect face.

“It really is something. That’s for sure.” Bucky watched as Steve put on a pair of gloves then got out of the truck. Then he followed suit. 

“I wonder what we do first,” Bucky commented as he shrugged his jacket around him tighter. “Or if we just… pick one?”

"Good thing we put our boots on Buck," Steve called, "the snow's deep over here." He turned, just as a snowball smacked into the side of his head."

"Oh Steve, I didn't mean..." he started "Ow," as he disappeared under a huge snowball.

Steve’s hand appeared to help him up and Bucky grasped it, shaking the snow out of his hair and rubbing it out of his scruff.

“Reminds me of my time in Siberia,” he teased but backtracked a little at the horrified look that Steve threw his way.  “Sorry, too soon?”

He could have sworn he heard Steve mutter a curse under his breath as he turned away and began trudging through the trees in search of the perfect one.  Bucky hurried his steps to catch up to him and nudged his shoulder affectionately.

“Hey, what’s the difference between snowmen and snow-women,” Bucky joked as a peace offering.

Steve grunted and shrugged but Bucky could see the slightest of smiles dancing at the corners of his mouth.

“Snowballs,” he finished with a giggle and was rewarded by a strong arm draping over his shoulder and pulling him into a broad chest.

“You’d have thought with all those years on ice you would’ve come up with some better jokes, Jerk,” Steve teased, pressing a kiss to Bucky’s cold temple.

"That joke is timeless," Bucky leaned into his touch, reaching out periodically to brush his fingertips against the branches of the tree.

Laughter from other couples and families filled the air as Steve took his time finding the perfect tree, they walked the rows for what left like hours before he finally hummed a confident sound and pointed. 

"That's the one," he said triumphantly. 

"That will not fit," Bucky shakes his head at the massive tree, it was at least seven feet tall and four, maybe five feet wide. 

"I'll make it fit," Steve sounded determined and a strangled laugh tumbled from Bucky's cool lips. He had heard that more than once in his lifetime. "Later," his sweet, over-achieving boyfriend huffed like he knew exactly what was on Buck's mind.

“I’m telling you, that tree is too big for the apartment, Stevie,” Bucky countered. “You hardly fit in the apartment and this is a lot bigger than you.”

Steve shifted on his feet, hip popped, hands on his waist as he looked at Bucky with a quirked brow. 

“Was I, or was I not the greatest strategist of World War Two?” 

A laugh burst out of Bucky before he could stop it, growing louder as Steve’s face fell. 

“Sorry, sorry. But really? You’re playing that card?” Bucky replied, schooling his features as Steve nodded seriously. “Well in that case, go for it babe. And don’t forget to bend your knees.” 

“I’ll bend you in a minute,” Steve muttered, and Bucky grinned as he watched his love eye up the tree. 

“Oh, please do.”

"Later, we have an audience," jerking his head towards a family heading towards them.

"So, this one for sure?" Bucky asked, back on task as the couple and young boy stopped to check out the trees in the clearing. "Hand me the saw and I'll make a start felling it."

"Saw? We forgot the saw.." Steve smacked his forehead, then grimaced.

"It's ok," Bucky soothed, "I'll head back to the truck and get it."

“Really? Thanks Buck,” Steve replied with a soft smile.

“No, not really,” Bucky said, smacking the back of his hand against Steve’s chest. “You’re a super soldier, pal, with serum running through your veins. What the hell do you need a damn saw for?!”

“Then how am I supposed to cut the tree down, smart ass?”

“You’re the greatest strategist of World War Two, Steve. I’m sure you can figure it out.”

Bucky gave him a wry smile and shoved his hand into the inside pocket of his jacket, pulling out a hip flask and taking a healthy swing.

Steve rolled those pretty blue eyes in his direction and eyed up the tree with his hands on his hips. He looked around, his eyes tracing the path they had made in the snow before he turned and started to count the paces backward. 

"What are you doing?" Bucky asked, watching his tall frame twist at the hip as he stretched out his arms and shoulders. "Steve?"

"Super solider," he huffed, "I'm going to rip it out."

Bucky laughed, "Alright baby, rip it out."

He watched on in awe as Steve crouched down at the base of the tree and wrapped his large hands around the trunk. 

He was really going to do it, and Bucky suddenly had the thought to fumble for his phone, opening the camera app. Parker had introduced him to Instagram, and his thousands of followers were going to love this. 

“Buck, can you spot me?” Steve asked, getting a good grip on the tree. Bucky zoomed in on his ass, giggling. “Buck? Are you filming this!?” 

Bucky nodded as Steve peered over his shoulder, shooting him an incredulous glare. 

“You look hot, baby. All macho man yankin’ a tree out the ground. Of course I’m filmin’ this.”

"Really? Are we getting a tree or are you pursuing your career as an 106 year old social media mogul?" Steve stood, taking up his previous stance, hands on hips, whilst waiting for Bucky to pocket his phone.

Bucky shrugged, put his phone away and jogged back over to Steve's side. "What do you need from me?"

Steve crouched again, grasping the trunk again with both hands, "I think I'll need a hand Bucky. Can you get a grip and help me pull?"

"Oh I'll pull something." Bucky teased tossing a wink at Steve who let out an exasperated breath and shook his head. 

"Seriously, I know you aren't deprived, since when have you gotten this horny." He laughed readjusting his grip around the trunk as Bucky stood over him and did the same. 

"Can't help it pal when you've got an ass like that." Bucky grinned down at him. Steve shook his head again and sighed. "On the count of three?" Bucky asked.

“Yeah, one…” Steve began, taking the strain, his biceps flexing.

“Two,” Bucky continued, readying himself to catch Steve just in case.

“Three,” Steve grunted, bending his knees further and then heaving against the tree.

Bucky expected him to push it over but no, the grandstanding little shit hauled his grip upwards. Sharp cracking and tearing sounds echoed around the forest as Steve ripped the damn tree straight out of the ground.

Bucky’s jaw dropped a little even as Steve threw him a grin of triumph, which quickly turned into a look of panic as his feet slipped on the snow and he began to overbalance.

Bucky laughed, scrambling to keep them both upright as the tree's weight knocked off balance. Both of their massive frames tangled and toppled, sending them crashing into the snow in a mess of limbs and pine needles. 

"You gotta be more careful big boy," Bucky picked a few pine needles from the blonde tuffs of Steve's hair. "That might be the most attractive thing I've ever seen you do," he licked his bottom lip and brushed their noses together.

“C’mere,” Steve murmured, and Bucky surged forward, kissing him. Hot and open mouthed and probably way too inappropriately for a Christmas Tree farm.

“Y’know, I think you might have just fulfilled the lumberjack fantasy I didn’t even know I had,” Bucky whispered as he drew back, wiggling his eyebrows. 

Steve huffed out a laugh, breath warm against Bucky’s lips. If it weren’t for his jeans getting wetter by the second, he’d lay there in the snow with Steve all day. 

“You’re ridiculous,” Steve drawled, pressing one last kiss to Bucky’s nose before he hauled himself up to his knees. “Come on, let’s get this tree home to Miss Alpine.”

Steve held out his hand, which Bucky accepted, and he helped him to his feet. Bucky hoisted the tree onto his shoulder as if it was a mere stick and the two men walked hand in hand back towards the truck.

Passing the young family again on the way out, the small boy turned to his Dad, whispering excitedly, "See, I told you it was Captain America."

Steve felt Bucky start to release his hand, he looked into his eyes. "It's ok, Bucky, it's not the forties any longer."

"I know Steve, but so many kids look up to you still, retired or not."

Steve stopped walking, pulling Bucky to a halt. Turning to face him, he raised his free hand to his lover's face, placing a tender kiss on his lips. "Love comes in all shapes and sizes Buck, that's a valuable lesson to teach too y'know."

Bucky's forehead dropped to Steve's as his eyes fell closed. He never thought he'd be able to have a life like this with him. Just the two of them and their fireball of a kitten trying to make it through every day life in a world that had changed twenty times over since they were kids. He let out a soft sigh and pulled back slightly, feeling the overwhelming emotion in his chest rise to his throat. "Sap." he muttered, the corner of his mouth turning upwards as he stared into those dark blue eyes. 

Steve grinned at him, his nose bitten pink and lips plump from their kiss before. "C'mon, our daughter is waiting."

With a little wave at the young family the two soldiers made their way back to the car, firmly strapping their prize to the top and Bucky drove them home.

“You wanna make popcorn garlands for it, or newspaper chains like we did with your Ma?” He asked Steve, smiling softly as old memories resurfaced of Christmases long ago.

“Alpine would eat the damn things,” Steve chuckled. “Besides, we don’t need to make do now Buck. Life’s a hell of a lot easier, right?”

“Definitely,” he agreed.

“I still say this giant thing is not going to fit,” Bucky argued as they parked in their usual parking space, back at home.

“It will!” Steve encouraged. “I know it will.”

They quickly undid the cords holding the tree down and lifted it off the truck, carrying it up the stairs to their place. 

“Steve, damn it- pick up your end it’s going to hit the wall-”

“It’s not gonna hit the- fuck. It’s just a little scratch Buck, nothing I can’t fix.”

Bucky rolled his eyes deep into his skull before sighing and continuing through to the living room, he and Steve only swearing a handful more times each before the tree was up in the corner. 

They stood in front of it, and Bucky tilted his head to the side, holding back laughter. 

“Don’t-”

“Greatest strategist my ass!” Bucky burst out, unable to hold back as he stared at the tree, at least a third of it bent against the ceiling.

“It’s not that bad,” Steve countered with a grimace, just as Alpine trotted up to them with a curious yowl. She approached the tree, whiskers twitching, before batting a branch with a paw and wandering away again unbothered. 

“Well, that’s what she thinks of that,” Bucky chuckled, brushing past Steve and giving his hip a soft squeeze. “Be right back.” 

“Where are you going?” 

“Just— wait there,” Bucky insisted as he disappeared into their guest bedroom. He retrieved the bags he had hidden in the closet, brimming with decorations he’d bought in anticipation of getting a tree, and made his way back to the living room, dropping them proudly at Steve’s feet. 

“What’s all this? Bucky, when did you…” 

“When you were at the VA Christmas fair with Sam last weekend. I figured it’s a special thing, getting to spend Christmas together as a real couple, finally. So I got a few things— well, a lot of things. We can get more, or make some like we used to but—“

His words died on his lips as Steve hauled him into his arms and peppered his mouth and cheeks with kisses. 

“I love you,” he murmured softly, quietly against Bucky’s ear. “So much.”

Bucky wrapped his arms around Steve, holding him close as a content smile formed over his features. "I love you too, punk." He whispered, burying his face into Steve's neck. 

With another yowl behind them, Bucky pulled back looking down at Alpine who hand tangled her paw into a string of garland from the bag. She rolled around at their feet only making the ball of tinsel an even further mess. 

"At least she approves of that." Steve laughed kneeling down to untangle their furbaby.

With old-time Christmas songs playing softly in the background it took the two of them a good hour to hang the baubles and garlands that Bucky had bought. Despite Bucky’s protests, Steve was insistent that they hang every single one, using his artistic eye to good effect until finally there was just one piece left.

“Go on,” Bucky urged, pressing the golden star into Steve’s hands. “You do the honours.”

“No, Buck. You do it,” he replied. “You chose all the decorations so you should hang the star.”

They glared stubbornly at each other before bursting out into peals of laughter.

“Together then?” Steve suggested.

“Always.”

It wasn’t easy to fix the star properly onto the top of wonky tree but they managed it together, just as they always had.

Later that evening, surrounded by twinkling lights and the scent of pine, the two curled up together on the couch. Bucky had his nose buried in a book and Steve was studiously sketching a playful Alpine, who was currently batting around a bauble that she’d already managed to liberate from the tree. 

Bucky lifted his head and sighed with a contentment he still had a hard time believing in. Here they were in their apartment, all decked out for Christmas, but to Bucky it didn’t really matter where they were. As long as they were together they’d always be home.

[nicoline1998enilocin]

Popping the question

Pairing | Boyfriend!Steve Rogers x Boyfriend!Bucky Barnes

Word count | 4.4K

Summary | Steve plans to propose to Bucky, but the closer he gets to popping the question, the more nervous he gets. When the time finally arrives, Steve finds out he has nothing to be worried about because it has been Bucky's dream to marry Steve for as long as he can remember, and he can't wait until that day arrives.

Prompt(s) | I1: ''I don't know if I'm worth all this'' | @stuckybingo

Warning(s) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Established relationship (boyfriends), D/S dynamics (not 24/7, Soft Dom!Steve, Sub!Bucky), smut (top Steve, bottom Bucky, dirty talk, daddy kink, oral (both receiving), semi-public sex, anal sex, rimming, fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), implied aftercare).

A/n | This fic is part of Stucky Bingo Round 5! I want to thank @jamesbuckybarnes1917 and @avengersfantasies for proofreading this one; I’m eternally grateful to you both! 🖤

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Bucky is away on a solo mission, which is the perfect time for Steve to ask Nat for help with a plan he's worked on for a few weeks.

''Nat? Can we talk in my office?'' he asks, and his heart starts beating faster, knowing he will admit his plan to someone. Now that he will say it out loud, it's suddenly becoming real, making him nervous.

''Yeah, coming!'' she says as she gets out of the chair she's sitting in, groaning due to her aching muscles from the last mission.

Steve had already gone to his office and kept pacing back and forth, not knowing what to do with the nerves building inside him.

''What's up, buttercup?'' Nat says, walking into his office. Worry immediately takes over as she sees him pacing like that, and the first thing she thinks is that Bucky might be hurt.

''Did something happen with Bucky?'' she asks straight out, and that's when Steve stops in his tracks, and he looks up at Nat with a very worried expression.

''God, I hope not. That's not what I wanted to talk about either,'' he says as he stands behind his desk, leaning on his hands and looking up at Nat through his eyelashes, thinking about the best way to tell her.

''What's going on, then? I assume you didn't call me in here to stare at me like that; I already get enough of that from Bucky,'' Nat jokes, and Steve calms down a little at her words, his shoulders becoming less tense.

''I need your help with something. And it would be best if you didn't tell a single soul what I'm about to tell you, but especially not Bucky,'' he emphasizes.

His cheeks turn red as he prepares to tell her his plans, but she gets impatient.

''Steve, tell me what's going on or-''

''I'm gonna propose to Bucky, and I need your help to prepare it,'' Steve tells her, not looking at her as he doesn't want to see her face when she makes fun of him. But she doesn't make fun of him; instead, she grins like a child getting a treat.

''Are you serious? That's amazing! Of course, I'm going to help you with that. You could have just asked me that without all the secrecy,'' she says, and Steve lets out a deep sigh he didn't even know he was holding in to begin with.

''Oh, thank god,'' he sighs as he falls back in his chair, the smile on his face giving away his relief at the situation. He's been worried all this time for nothing, but he knows this isn't all of it yet. He still has to ask Bucky.

A few days later, the pair is on their way to a jewelry store to pick out the perfect ring because Steve has zero knowledge of jewelry, so Nat kindly offers to go with him.

''Good afternoon; what can I help you two with?'' the lady behind the register asks, and with one look at her name tag, Steve sees her name is Grace. It suits her, he thinks to himself.

''I'm here to pick out an engagement ring; I'm planning on proposing to my boyfriend soon,'' he tells her, and her eyes shoot to Nat for a second, thinking the ring would be for her.

''I know, I wish he would propose to me too, but unfortunately, he's already off the market,'' Nat jokes and the lady smiles politely while she shows them to the section with men's rings.

''Well, is there anything specific you are looking for?'' she asks, and Steve looks over all the rings, and as beautiful as they are, none immediately stand out to him.

''What about this one?'' Nat says, and Steve walks over to her as she points to a black and gold band, which would match beautifully with Bucky's Vibranium arm.

''Can I see that one?'' Steve asks the lady, and as she opens the drawer, his heart starts beating out of his chest. Nat places her hand on his arm to calm him down, and he looks at her.

''Don't worry, he's gonna love whichever you choose,'' she assures him, and he knows Nat's right, but it's still an extensive choice, and he sure as hell doesn't want to make the wrong one.

''You're right, but it's not like I'm buying a box of cereal at the store or something, so I want it to be perfect,'' he sighs as he hands it back to the woman.

''Do you have any other black and gold engagement rings? Money isn't an issue, but I need it to be the right one,'' Steve says, and Grace nods, putting it back in the display case before walking over to the next one.

Steve follows closely behind, and his sight lands on a black and gold marbled ring, which catches his attention immediately.

''How about that one?'' he says, and she opens the drawer again, the rings sliding to her side of the counter before picking it up and showing it to Steve.

Nat softly gasps as she sees it, and she's thinking the same thing as Steve. This is the one.

After everything had been discussed and paid for, Grace put it in a black velvet box, giving it a luxurious look. Steve is practically skipping out of the store because part one of his plan is complete.

The box has been sitting in Steve's nightstand drawer for a few days now, and it's almost as if he thinks it will burn a hole in there. He's constantly on edge and nowhere near his proposal yet.

It's a good thing Bucky will come home today because Steve feels like he will jump out of his skin if he doesn't soon. He needs to have his boyfriend back and take out his sexual frustrations on him as well.

Since Bucky's been away for almost a month, it's been hard on both of them, and the second Bucky walked into the door, they were all over each other.

Clothes were left in a trail on the floor, and the two soldiers had made their way into the shower, their favorite activity to do together after coming home from a mission. This one was not meant to get each other clean, however.

Steve holds on tight to Bucky's hair as he thrusts his hips forward steadily, fucking the other man's throat so deep he's constantly gagging around his girth.

Bucky's fingers are squeezing tightly as he holds on to Steve's thighs, but he can never get enough of feeling his boyfriend filling up his mouth and throat so perfectly.

Steve looks down and lets out a deep groan when he nears his orgasm, his head falling back as Bucky hollows his cheeks, pulling back until he's just suckling on Steve's tip.

''Need you to cum in my mouth, Daddy,'' Bucky says before taking him in his mouth again, hollowing his cheeks and licking the underside of his cock, sending shivers down Steve's spine as his orgasm washes over him.

''F-fuck, gonna cum in that mouth of yours, feel so fucking good when you suck Daddy off like that,'' he grunts, and with a few more shallow thrusts, he cums, and Bucky swallows every last drop.

When Steve's done, Bucky stands back up and kisses Steve fiercely, letting his boyfriend taste himself on his tongue. He moans into Bucky's mouth while he wraps one of his hands around Bucky's rock-hard dick.

''I will make you feel good, Kitten. Don't you worry about a single thing,'' Steve whispers in Bucky's ear before sinking to his knees.

He looks up at Bucky with a hint of innocence in his eyes, but that doesn't last long as he leans down and takes his balls in his mouth, making the super soldier moan loudly.

''Holy fuck, keep doing that, feels so good, Daddy,'' he whines as he tries to get hold of something. Finally, his metal hand finds Steve's hair, and he can't help but tug on it a little bit when the pleasure almost becomes too much.

Steve's hand strokes Bucky's dick leisurely, just enough to keep him on edge and want more but insufficient to give him the pleasure he's seeking.

He tries to thrust his hips, but Steve immediately pulls off and moves his hand, leaving Bucky pouting and whining at losing his boyfriend's hand and mouth, which he needs the most.

''You have to learn to be patient, Kitten. I'll give you everything you want as long as you're patient. If you don't listen, I won't let you cum for a week,'' Steve says sternly, and Bucky nods.

''Words, Kitten,'' Steve orders, and Bucky immediately complies.

''Sorry, Daddy, I'll be a good Kitten for you,'' he says in a soft voice, and as a reward, Steve wraps his hand around Bucky's cock again, and he lets out an appreciative noise at the feeling of Steve's hand again.

This time Bucky does listen and gets rewarded with Steve sucking him off so good he sees stars as he cums, shooting his warm ropes of cum into Steve's mouth, who swallows every last drop.

''Such a good boy for me, Kitten. You did perfect for me, and now we'll shower together and let you relax after your mission, okay?'' Steve asks, and Bucky nods, wrapping his arms around Steve's waist.

''Love you so much, Daddy,'' Bucky whispers in Steve's neck, giving the other super soldier goosebumps in the spot where his warm breath hit his neck.

''I love you too, Kitten, don't ever forget that,'' Steve tells him, and his mind wanders to the box in his nightstand drawer again. Suddenly, he can't wait to pop the question.

That evening, Bucky and Steve are enjoying a simple evening together. They order take-out and eat it together as they talk about Bucky's mission, and now they're sitting on the couch together.

Bucky is sitting with his back against the couch, his legs stretched out in front of him, with his feet resting on the coffee table. Steve has his laptop on his lap, his feet resting on Bucky's legs, and Bucky is rubbing his shin slowly.

Steve breaks the silence with a question Bucky didn't expect to hear him say honestly.

''Is there a vacation spot you've always wanted to visit? I need to take some vacation days since Tony constantly bugs me about taking more time off. Thought we'd go away somewhere for a week if you're up for it,'' he asks, and Bucky looks at Steve with a puzzled look.

''I don't know, I've never really thought about it...'' Bucky says, but it gets him to think, so Steve keeps looking at more romantic ways to propose while Bucky thinks about vacation destinations.

Bucky goes back to his book, but when he still hasn't flipped a page after 10 minutes of staring at it, Steve notices that he's deep in thought, so he nudges his boyfriend's leg with his foot.

''A penny for your thoughts?'' he says, and Bucky looks at him with a smile.

''I'm thinking about where I want to go with you; at some point, I want to visit the entire world with you by my side, of course, but it's hard to think of a place where I would want to go first since it's all so amazing,'' he says while thinking about possible places to visit.

''I leave it up to you; you name it, and we'll go there,'' Steve says reassuringly, and Bucky nods, grabbing his phone to look up vacation destinations.

After 30 minutes of scrolling and typing, Bucky finally knows where he might want to go.

''How about Italy? I keep seeing photos and ads about Lake Como, and it looks beautiful,'' he says as he shows Steve some of the photos he's found.

''If that's where you want to go, then we will go to Italy,'' Steve says, looking into accommodations and stuff there.

He found a beautiful villa, which might be way too much for two people, but he wants to splurge on this vacation to make it unforgettable.

''What do you think of this villa? It has a beautiful view over Lake Como, a private pool, and anything else we could wish for on vacation,'' Steve says, and Bucky looks at the photos.

''It's perfect,'' he says, and not long after, the villa is booked, and plane tickets are also booked not long after that. Their time off was approved, so all left to do was go there and have a wonderful time together.

''Want to watch a movie in bed?'' Bucky offers, and Steve gladly accepts, shutting his laptop and getting up, followed by Bucky, who just got a few snacks to eat during the movie.

About two months later, Bucky and Steve are having dinner in a small Italian restaurant, eating the best pasta they've ever had over small talk and a beautiful lake view.

What Bucky doesn't know, however, is that Steve has an engagement ring in his pocket that he is burning to get out of there. He wants to ask the question right now but must wait.

''Thank you for taking me here, Steve, but I must be honest,'' Bucky starts, and that's when Steve's heart almost bursts out of his chest. This is it, he thinks to himself. This is the end.

''I'm very appreciative of you taking me to Italy, showering me with nothing but love and amazing experiences here, but I don't know if I'm worth all this Steve,'' he says, his eyes not meeting Steve's.

''Bucky, can you please look at me?'' Steve asks, but when Bucky shakes his head as he blinks a few tears away, Steve places two fingers under his chin, lifting it to meet his gaze.

''You are worth everything in the world and more, Bucky. You did back when we grew up together, and you deserve this. You deserve to be loved and treated like the King you are because I love you. I have been for so long, and I can't wait to show you just how much for the rest of our lives,'' Steve says, quietly debating if he wants to propose now, but he decides against it. He's going to wait until they're back at the villa.

The rest of the dinner goes by in a blur as Steve realizes that the moment is coming closer and closer with every step they take as they walk back to the villa.

''Is everything okay? You seem a bit distracted tonight,'' Bucky says as he stops in the middle of the street, but Steve doesn't notice until Bucky suddenly pulls him back.

''W-what?'' he asks, and he looks at Bucky with a confused look; he didn't realize he was so far gone in his mind that even Bucky noticed something was happening.

''Everything's fine, I-I'm sorry. Shall we go to the villa?'' Steve asks with a small smile that doesn't convince Bucky, but he agrees. The rest of the walk is spent walking hand in hand and making small talk.

''I'm gonna go to the bathroom; I'll be right back for some cuddles, okay?'' Bucky says, and Steve nods, glad he doesn't have to devise an excuse to prepare the proposal.

The ring is still in his pocket, and all he has to do is light a few candles, which doesn't take long, and now the waiting game has started. Steve turns to the lake and looks up at the sky, silently asking his mom for all the help he can get now that he will ask the man he loves more than anyone to marry him.

When Bucky walks outside, he doesn't know what's going on, but he's worried when he sees Steve with his head down, leaning on the railing around the villa's yard.

''Steve?'' is all he asks as he looks around him at the candles that Steve lit all around them. His voice gets stuck in his throat as he feels what might be happening now.

Steve gets snapped out of his thoughts and looks at Bucky with a big smile as he walks over to him. When he's in front of Bucky, he softly grabs his face and pulls him in for a soft, sweet kiss.

''I love you so much,'' Steve says, but he doesn't allow Bucky to talk. If he doesn't tell him everything on his mind now, he's afraid he'll never do it.

So now the pair stands, Steve in a light-colored outfit, the complete opposite of Bucky's dark-colored outfit. The moon is illuminating the yard with an ethereal glow, and Steve grabs Bucky's hands and rubs his thumbs over his knuckles.

''Bucky, I am thankful to spend my life with you every day. We have found each other in this lifetime and will find each other in every lifetime after this one. The answer is always you when someone asks me what I'm thinking. Your funny jokes or sweet compliments, your soft hair or perfect lips, you are always on my mind, and I wouldn't want to have it any other way,'' Steve starts, and Bucky's suspicions are confirmed.

''When I look into your eyes, I see the reflection of the two of us and the life I hope we'll share for eternity. We've already been through hell and back, but we always found each other again, and I'm thankful for that,'' he says, trying to hold back his tears while Bucky is letting his flow freely right now.

''I know I've said it once, and I'll say it a million times more if that's what it takes for you to know how much I love you. I'll be with you to the end of the line, Bucky, and I hope you will be right there with me, by my side,'' Steve says, his hands now letting go of Bucky's, and his heart rate spikes up as he moves to his right pocket.

He holds the small box and inhales deeply before pulling it out, and he sinks on one knee. Bucky brings his hands to his face, covering the bottom half as he shuts his eyes for a few seconds, trying to understand what's happening.

Bucky hears that Steve opens the small box, and his eyes quickly open, and there it is. He never thought he would see the sight, but he will never forget it now that it's right before him.

''James Buchanan Barnes, I want to make a plan with you right here, right now. Ten years from tonight, I want to tell our children how I proposed to you and told you that I want to spend the rest of my life with you. So, what do you say, will you marry me and tell them the story of the beginning of the rest of our lives?'' Steve asks, and Bucky can only nod, not trusting his voice to say anything right now.

''Y-yes, I'll marry you,'' Bucky says, and Steve quickly stands back up before crashing his lips onto those of his now fiancé. They both deepen the kiss immediately, wanting to be as close to each other as possible, but then Steve suddenly remembers he still needs to put the ring on Bucky's finger.

He pulls back with a big smile and grabs the ring out of the box before holding Bucky's hand, sliding it into place as it perfectly matches his Vibranium arm.

''I love you so much, Steve. I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you as your husband,'' Bucky says before pulling his fiancé in for another kiss, and things quickly get heated.

Bucky is on his hands and knees, his cheek pressed against the couch cushions of the lounge set in the yard of their villa. He's completely naked, and Steve slowly opens his tight ring of muscle to fuck him into the couch later.

Steve's hands are spreading Bucky's ass cheeks apart, and his tongue keeps licking over his tight hole, working his tongue inside slowly so he won't hurt him. Bucky's mind is already fuzzy at the feeling of Steve's tongue, and they barely even start.

''Oh, Daddy,'' he moans as Steve's tongue slides in further this time, a sign that Bucky's relaxing more and more each time, but Steve has barely started working him open, so he backs up and grabs the bottle of lube he got earlier.

He coats his fingers in a generous amount and squirts some directly on Bucky's hole, too, and he gasps as the cold liquid hits his skin, which feels like it's on fire in the best possible way. A shiver crawls up his spine, but he feels so fucking good right now.

''I'm going to go slow, Kitten. I'm going to test your patience tonight, but if you listen to me like the good boy I know you are for Daddy, I will fuck you so deep and hard that you will still feel me deep inside you for the rest of our vacation,'' Steve says, and Bucky whimpers at those words.

Steve glides his fingers through the lube between Bucky's cheeks before rubbing soft and slow circles on his ring of muscle, placing small kisses on his cheeks and upper thighs until the tip of his finger slides in, and Bucky gasps.

''Hm, I wish you could see how well you're taking my finger right now, Kitten,'' Steve says, and Bucky's cock hangs neglected between his thighs, leaking precum onto the cushions from the anticipation that Steve is building up.

Bucky's balls also feel so full and heavy, and he can't wait to cum for his Daddy, but he needs patience. He knows he needs to be patient, but it's tricky when his Daddy makes him feel this good. Soft whimpers leave his lips each time Steve moves his finger further into him, whispering sweet words.

''You're doing so well for me, Kitten, taking my finger almost all the way. Can't wait to fill you up with my fingers and have you make a mess all over the couch when you cum for Daddy,'' Steve says, and Bucky thrusts his hips back involuntarily, which earns him a smack on his ass.

''Patience, Kitten. If you don't listen, I will not let you cum for the rest of our vacation, remember?'' Steve says sternly, and Bucky answers with a barely audible yes.

''What's that? Because Daddies can't hear it when their Kittens talk that soft,'' Steve taunts him, and this time, Bucky croaks out a louder yes in response.

''Good boy,'' Steve says, and the praise goes right to Bucky's cock, making him twitch in anticipation. The rest of Steve's fingers are worked into him quickly, and when he's up to four fingers, Steve picks up the pace, brushing over his prostate each time.

''D-Daddy, please! Need to cum!'' Bucky shouts as he feels his orgasm washing over him, and when Steve starts to stroke his rock-hard cok with his free hand, Bucky shoots his cum over the couch cushions in endless ropes. He's never cum this hard, and he can't help but feel so good right now.

''T-thank you, Daddy,'' he says with a raspy voice, and Steve rewards him with a few kisses on his ass cheeks before he pulls Bucky up to his chest, letting his hands glide over his sensitive nipples, earning himself a few soft whimpers and moans.

''What do you think, do you want Daddy to fuck this gaping hole of yours, huh? Does my good boy get his hole wrecked until he can't think of anything but how full he feels? Such a slut for Daddy's dick, aren't you?'' Steve asks, and Bucky nods in response. As long as Steve keeps talking to him like that, he wants all of it and more.

Steve was also naked, and his cock looked angry with the red color and precum dripping in a steady stream, so he pushed Bucky forward again, his chest and face now pressed against the cushions of the couch while Steve lined up with his gaping hole.

Before he slides in, Steve adds another generous amount of lube, and then he works himself slowly into Bucky, starting with the tip before moving further, inch by inch until he's buried to the hilt and Bucky has turned into a moaning mess.

''Look at how well you're taking me, Kitten. You look so fucking good with my dick in your ass; I want to be buried inside you forever,'' Steve groans, making Bucky float even further away in his mind, feeling nothing but Steve inside him as he starts moving at a slow yet steady pace.

''Oh, fuck, Daddy, right there, feels so fucking good,'' Bucky mumbles as Steve keeps hitting his sweet spot right against his prostate before he picks up the pace, and Bucky only screams louder as he nears another orgasm.

''Hm, tell everyone how good Daddy makes you feel, Kitten. Let everyone hear what a good slut you are as you fall apart on your Daddy's cock,'' Steve says, holding onto Bucky's hips as he snaps in faster with each thrust, chasing his orgasm, which isn't far anymore.

''Daddy, please! Please lemme cum on your cock,'' Bucky begs as he clenches around Steve to keep himself from cumming without permission.

''Almost there, Kitten, wanna cum with you,'' Steve says through gritted teeth, and after a few more thrusts, he permits Bucky to cum again right as he shoots his load deep inside Bucky while he rides both of them through their orgasms.

''Such a perfect Kitten for me, you listened so well tonight,'' Steve praises Bucky, and his cheeks get a pink tint as he takes it all in, enjoying every last bit of praise Steve gives him.

When Steve is soft again, he slowly pulls out of Bucky to not overwhelm him, and they take a nice relaxing bath together before cuddling up in bed, whispering sweet nothings to one another while they're still naked.

This was the perfect vacation for both of them, and neither would have wanted it any other way. It's just the two of them, just like in the 40s and when they got out of the ice. They will always have each other and be together until the end of the line.

[marvelettesassemblenow]

A Love Like Ours

Pairing: Stucky x female reader 

Summary: 40s fic: Steve, Bucky and you – there was barely a moment when the three of you weren’t together. A friendship like that was rare and you were all looking out for each other. But with ups came downs and then Bucky had to leave for the war – and Steve followed.  

Word Count:  ~4.2k

Warnings: angst to fluff with a happy ending, mentions of war and possible death, mentions of losing weight (its not described how the reader looks though, just that the clothes are a little bit more lose) due to side effects of war and me not having a clue how it really has been 

A/N: This is for @motsdouxdejanie Forget-Me-Not creative challenge. When I saw the prompts I knew immediately that it had to be a 40s fic and then I couldn’t decide if it should be a Steve or Bucky fic, so this happened. Thank you sooo much for beta reading this @jenniweaslee and the prompts I used were: 

Snowdrop = friend(s) in need / consolation / “I promise I’m always here for you.” 

Heath = healing from within / “Wish me luck.” / wishes coming true 

Holly = “Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten?” 

Ivy Geranium = “May I have the next dance?” 

Having a friendship with Steve Rogers and James “Bucky” Barnes was one of the best things that could have ever happened to you – even though it was hard sometimes. Like right in that moment. “Steve, open up!” your fist hammered against the door. You were sure that Steve’s neighbour would come out and complain soon, but you hadn’t seen Steve in two days and his spare key wasn’t where it used to be.

After a phone call with your other friend who also had not seen the young blonde in days, you were on your way to check in on him. Both of you were concerned with Steve’s health, especially now that Steve was living on his own. “Steve Rogers, you open the door right now, or else!” You stopped, as you didn’t know what to do then. You would have to call Bucky so that he  could break open the door, but that would mean that you had to either bike home or to Bucky’s place. Which would mean that your plans for the evening would be ruined. Asking Steve’s neighbour if you could use her phone was out of question, as she didn’t like you. She was old and she was a firm believer about women not going unchaperoned into a man’s apartment.Your family didn’t share the same opinion and it was even less of a problem with them, since you have been friends with the two guys since you were little. “Steve,” you tried for the last time and then you heard the faint sound of footsteps and the clicking before the door was opened. “Oh Steve,” you said, once you got a good look at him. “Why didn’t you call us?” You pushed him softly out of the way, so you could enter the apartment. 

“It’s not that bad,” Steve croaked as you closed the door and pushed him towards the small living room with the kitchen. 

“It is freezing in here, Steve.” 

“I’m out of coals,” he mumbled and you pushed him towards the couch. 

“Okay, we’ll work on that. Bucky will bring some and I’ll make you something warm to eat,” you promised and went into his bedroom to grab a blanket and an extra pair of socks. After wrapping him in two blankets and struggling to get the socks on his feet, you went over to the phone. Steve couldn’t make out what you were saying, as sleep was taking over. 

The next thing he knew was that he felt warm and he smelled something nice. He could also hear hushed voices. “He should move in with one of us. He is sick and no one knew! It was freezing in here and I just don’t know why he didn’t call for help,” he heard your voice say. 

“Come here,” that must have been Bucky. “We’ll figure something out, but first we need to get Stevie back to health. I’ll check in on him, see if he can eat some of your soup.” 

“Hey punk,” he heard Bucky’s voice before he saw his head in front of him. “You scared us. Want some soup?” 

“I’m sorry,” Steve’s voice was quiet and so he just nodded to show he was up for something warm. Not long after that he was squeezed between his two best friends, sharing their blanket and body warmth. “Did you came from work?” he asked Bucky when he took in his attire. 

“Yup, I brought some coals on the way,” he confirmed and slurped his soup loudly. 

He looked at his other side and only noticed then the styled hair and the make-up on your face. “Oh no, your date,” Steve said, ashamed. 

“Don’t worry, Steve,” you patted his leg over the blanket. “I cancelled. I’d rather be here anyway.” He saw you shrugging but he remembered how excited you were when you were asked out. And that was exactly why Steve felt guilty. He kept his best friends from living their life. 

“I don’t want to be your pity date,” Steve grumbled and you threw your hands in the air. This man would be the reason for you to get your first grey hairs! 

“Okay, good. I’ll ask someone else then,” you huffed and walked away. You were annoyed! Steve’s mood was bad. Since Bucky got his orders and he wasn’t accepted, Steve kept trying and it was exhausting. Doubling that with the worry and fear you had for Bucky, made you miserable as well. But this was Bucky’s last night here and even if you could do nothing else, you wanted him to have a nice memory to look back on. 

You and Bucky had begged Steve to move in with you when Bucky’s letter came. Even your tears hadn’t helped. Why did both of your friends have to be so stubborn? That night had ended with a sleepover with the three of you, everyone touching, afraid that it would never be the same again. 

“Is the punk causing trouble?” An arm was slung around your shoulder. 

“He is in a mood. Don’t know how I will keep him in check without you here,” you admitted. “You better come back to help me out,” you added and slung your arm around his waist and squeezed before you let go again. 

“You’ll manage, you always do. Will you bring someone tonight?” he asked. 

“I asked Steve, he said he didn’t want a pity date,” you answered and he picked up the sad tone in your voice. “I’ll find someone. If not, I’ll come alone, it won’t be a problem.” 

“Okay, I could always,” he started to offer to come alone too, but you interrupted him immediately, telling him he shouldn’t have to do that and that you’d see him later in the day. 

And so a few hours later, you were at the Stark Expo with your two best friends. You didn’t ask anyone to come with you, simply because it was Bucky’s last night and you didn’t want to divide your attention. While Steve didn’t want to be your pity date, he sure didn’t have a problem with the extra girl that Bucky brought along. Although she did not seem as excited as Bucky’s date. You were walking with the four of them and when you saw a photo booth, you immediately got excited! And while the girl on Bucky’s arm seemed excited too, her smile faded once her date grabbed you and Steve by the arm and pulled you along. You actually never really saw the picture that was taken as Bucky pocketed it once he was handed it. He offered to take one with his date afterwards and she seemed pleased at that.  You noticed though that this time he handed her the picture, but the one of the three of you was still safely in his new military uniform. 

You had a good night – until you came across the military propaganda. Then the usual fight broke out again, but this time you didn’t hold back. 

“Why are you so determined to get killed?” you yelled at Steve when he wanted to try to get into the army again. 

“I know I am sick, you don’t have to remind me every chance you get. That’s why I want to do it, I want to give something back. I want to help! I am useless here, I can’t provide for anyone.” 

“So getting killed is better? It’s okay that Bucky has to leave? And you’re so set on leaving me too? What do you think will happen there, Stevie? What will you do when it gets cold? Your body can’t handle the cold here, how will it handle it in a war?” You were so angry, tears started to gather in your eyes. “What is so wrong with staying here and staying safe? We help from here too! This,” you pointed at the stupid sign that you hated so much “will be your death. Whether you want to hear it or not. And I simply don’t want to lose you!”  

When you looked into Steve’s eyes, you saw that his opinion hadn’t changed and it was your cue to leave. You needed to get away for a while. 

You never went to bed angry at each other. If you had a fight, you would apologize and so you expected to see Steve that night. But when only Bucky stood in front of your door, you started to cry again. Your tears soaked Bucky’s new uniform. “He’ll come around. I told him to keep an eye out for you. You have to promise me that you’ll look out for each other!” 

“I will, if you promise to take care of yourself.” He promised and when he left, you saw tears in his eyes too.  You knew that he would shed them once you were out of view. You didn’t really sleep that night and Bucky told you not to send him off, so you made your way over to Steve to clear the air and suffer together. Before you could go inside or knock, you spotted an envelope with your name on it at the door. 

You don’t have any idea how hard it is for me to write this letter. You might think that I don’t care about you, but that couldn’t be further from the truth! That’s why I’m writing to you – because I know if I looked into your eyes, I wouldn’t be able to go. I need to do this, I need to do it for myself. I know you say all the time that we look out for each other, but it always feels like just you and Bucky are looking out for me. I have an opportunity to prove myself now – for you, for Buck, for me. Please don’t cry, I promise I’ll come back to you. I promise I’m always here for you.  I’ll write you as soon as I can. 

Yours always, 

Steve 

You came to talk to your friend, hug it out and be there for each other. Now your heart was breaking even more because you’ve also lost Steve. For over a decade, it was always Bucky, Steve and you. And now without them there with you, you felt lost. Letters started to arrive from both of them. Bucky’s letters were more about your wellbeing and advice and telling you to not take the job at the factory. Then suddenly his letters took a turn. They were full of memories that the three of you shared and your heart ached, because you couldn’t be there for him. You were sure that he wasn’t feeling his best, as he never mentioned anything going on over there. 

Steve’s letters were something else. Mostly because Steve was different in some aspects. He told you all about what he went through.  You had to read the letter at least four times before you could comprehend that that stupid punk had let himself injected with something to make him stronger without thinking twice about it. But his letters were more optimistic and at least he was happy that he could finally do what he had always wanted.  

You haven’t gone dancing in ages. Simply because there hadn’t been a reason for you to go. However, with the men slowly returning from war, the dance halls were getting more attention. And so you hadn’t found a reason to say no to your coworker when she begged you to accompany her that night. 

Your shoes were uncomfortable as you hadn’t worn them in ages. Your dress was a little bit more loose than it should be, but that was a problem most people had these days. Looking in the mirror reminded you of Steve and how you and Bucky were always determined to bring back home more food, so that his clothes would not be that loose anymore. Your thoughts went to your best friends and your heart ached, but that wasn’t unusual. You hadn’t heard from them in a while. Before you could suffer more, you grabbed your coat and went to pick up your coworker. 

The dance hall was pretty crowded when you arrived. The men were doing rounds to dance with as many women as they could. After two dances you went over to the bar to grab a drink. It was also crowded there, but suddenly most of them left and went in the direction of the door. You quickly ordered a drink since you now had the attention of the bartender. 

“May I have the next dance?” a voice next to you asked. You were about to decline when you turned around and saw the face of the man asking you. “Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten that you promised me a dance before I left?” He smirked and you threw yourself at him. 

“Are you for real?” you asked. You stepped back without letting go of him just so you could get a closer look at him. “Are you really here?” Maybe your eyes were playing a joke on you – it wasn’t the first time you daydreamed that your guys would come back but this felt so real. 

“I’m here, doll. I came back to you,” he confirmed. “I brought Steve too.” 

A breath of relief left your lips. “Where is he?” You looked around. The group of people were blocking your view, but you couldn’t spot Steve. 

“He may look a bit different now.” Bucky turned you around so you were facing the crowd without his arm leaving your waist. “Maybe a bit taller too,” he pointed at a tall guy looking overwhelmed until his eyes met yours. 

“No way,” you said, but the smile that grew on the blonde’s face told you that it was really your Stevie. The crowd parted as he walked directly towards you. Your name left his lips and suddenly you were in an unfamiliar hug. 

“I missed you. I missed you so much,” Steve repeated and didn’t let go of you, not even when someone cleared his throat repeatedly next to him. 

“Excuse me,” someone said. 

“No, I’m sorry. Can’t you see that there's a reunion happening here? You’re interrupting.” You heard Bucky’s voice, but Steve didn’t seem to care and neither did you as you couldn’t process that both of them were really here. When Bucky is about to shoo another person away, you finally let go of each other. 

“What is going on?” you asked Steve and put a hand on his face that was oddly familiar and still strange at the same time. “What do they want?” Your eyes wandered from Steve’s face to Bucky’s and you noticed the crowd that had gathered around you. 

“Can you tell us the story how your saved the life of almost a whole garrison?” someone asked. 

“Imagine we get to hear the story from Captain America himself!” someone whisper yelled. 

“Captain America?” you asked confused. Of course you had heard about him, the placards were everywhere but you didn’t really look at them. You tried to ignore everything, especially the stuff that tried to get even more people to join the war. 

“Can we get out of here?” Steve asked you and you nodded. You told them you had to use the bathroom before you could leave and you promised to see them outside. There were two women already in the bathroom as you went into an empty stall. 

“It’s not fair,” you heard their voices over the faint music that was coming from the hall. “They didn’t even look at anyone else.” 

“They’ve been friends forever. Of course they would stop to see her first. You better get on her good side, they won’t even look at someone who can’t get along with her. Kind of annoying, but if that’s what I have to do, I will. I would have never thought that Steve would get more attractive than Bucky, can you…” the second voice cut off as they left the room. You were confused what you had heard. Is this what people thought about? You quickly finished your business and washed your hands and went outside to find your friends. 

“You ready to go?” Bucky asked you as soon as you stepped outside and fastened the belt of your coat. Just to your right were two women touching Steve’s arm. You nodded towards Bucky. “You coming, punk?” He yelled and put your arm through his as if he never went away. You started walking in the direction of your apartment and only a few steps later, you felt an unfamiliar hand on your back. You turned around to take a look and saw Steve – the new Steve with that strange but oddly familiar face. 

“Do you still live above Mrs. Hudson's place?” Steve asked and you nodded. At least his voice hadn’t changed at all. 

“She will be glad to see that you both made it back. She was always fond of you,” you replied. The walk to your apartment wasn’t long and it was filled with a silence that was unusual, but somehow you felt that the talk the three of you had to have would be better suited to be held inside. And you were all well past the part where you would do small talk, but it still felt good to have both of your guys touching you. 

The guys followed you into the flat and pulled of their shoes immediately and put them next to yours. You didn’t know what it was, but the sight of their shoes next to you was your breaking point. Suddenly you started to sob and two arms wrapped around you before you could even realize what was going on. 

“We’re here. We’re okay,” Steve’s voice said into your ear and he mumbled promises and assured you that they were both back until you calmed down. You almost apologized, but then thought better of it. There was nothing that you needed to apologize for. Steve guided you towards your living room where your old couch stood. Bucky had already filled a glass with water and held it out to you while Steve dabbed your tears away with a tissue. 

Suddenly there was knocking on your door. Bucky and Steve shared a glance that you missed, as you were wiping the last tears away with your hands when you stood up to open the door. It was kind of late, that meant it could only be one person. It was confirmed when you heard your name through the door. 

“Hi Mrs. Hudson,” you greeted your landlady at the door. 

“I heard some noises and wanted to make sure that you’re okay,” the little lady said but stopped when she saw your face. You knew that she wanted to ask, but was afraid to do so. There had been too many tears lately, but then her eyes grew wide when she looked behind you. “Your boys are back? Oh, this must be happy tears then.” She made a motion for them to come nearer, but when they took too long, she stepped around you and hugged first Bucky and then Steve. She didn’t comment on their appearances. “I’m happy you guys made it back! I tried to look out for your girl, but she’s a stubborn one. Oh, I forgot who I’m talking to – I'm getting old and I tend to forget things, but you both know her way better than I do. She helped a lot around here and I hope that I will see her smiling again soon.” She patted both of their hands. “I will let you alone now, I bet you have a lot to catch up on.” 

Before she walked through the door she turned towards you again. “See I told you these two would come back to you. Not even a war can break a love like that.” Then she walked down the stairs and you stood at the door with your mouth wide open. A love like that? 

“What’s with that expression?” Bucky asked and closed the door as you were still standing there. “Don’t tell me you only realized it now?” he laughed, but when you didn’t reply, he turned serious. 

“This isn’t a talk we should have in the hallway,” Steve’s voice came from the background. And so you found yourself again on your couch with the two of them. 

“This is a lot,” you finally said and closed your eyes for a second. “Where are you guys staying? They gave away your flat,” you patted Steve’s leg and stood up to disappear in your bedroom. Under your bed was a box that you took out. You tried to blew the dust of the cover but gave up soon. “I managed to sneak in and rescued a few things.” You placed the box on his lap and stared expectantly at him. Slowly he opened the lid. Inside were a few things: A small bottle with perfume, almost empty, but it still smelled like his mom, his mom's book with recipes, a sketchbook from him and a few pictures. 

“I had to take them out of their frames because it got so heavy and I didn’t have as much time as I wish I had. But I thought it was important to save these,” you apologized. Slowly, Steve put the box between him and Bucky on the couch.  He then got up, closed the gap between the two of you with one step, grabbed your shoulders and pressed his lips to yours. 

“Steve,” you heard a complaint, but you didn’t really care. “Come on, we talked about this.” 

Steve’s lips left yours and instead his forehead pressed against yours. “I love you,” he said without an ounce of a doubt. 

“Now you’re throwing the whole plan away,” you heard Bucky and this time you didn’t ignore him. 

“What plan?” you asked confused. 

Bucky came closer and put his hand on your back and his other on Steve’s. “Oh, we had a plan how to tell you that we’re in love with you. We actually wanted to go easy on you and not kiss you without a warning,” he was looking at Steve now, who didn’t look guilty at all. 

“You’ve already kissed her,” Steve retorted. 

“Punk, we were nine and it didn’t even count. We were just jealous that you had your first kiss already and we didn’t.” 

“And now you’re jealous, because I kissed her and you didn’t.” 

“Guys!” you interrupted them. Both of them looked sheepishly at you. “You love me?” 

“So much!” Bucky affirmed. “We just didn’t really realize what it was. We had time, so many long nights when we were away and we talked and asked ourselves why we were so blind. It has always been you and Stevie for me.” 

“I always thought you would end up with Bucky. I didn’t think you’d want me, but now that I am healthy…I hope…,” Steve added. 

“Steve Rogers, you stop there right now! You always had a chance, you donkey.” You could hear Bucky snicker. “In fact, I asked you to go on a date with me and you refused. Whatever this is,” you stepped away to point up and down his body, “doesn’t change who you are. I don’t care about your body, I care about the caring, stubborn human inside. You broke my heart when you left. Bucky had to go, but you had a chance to stay and you decided to leave me.” You stopped for a moment and looked at both of them. While you had stepped away from them, they had stayed close together with Bucky’s hand wrapped around the taller one’s back. “Did you... did you leave so you could look after Bucky? I can’t believe you’re doing it again! Every time you’re do something reckless, you give me a reason to not stay mad at you.” 

“He wouldn’t be Steve, if he didn’t,” Bucky confirmed. He came closer. “Can I kiss you too?” He asked and you nodded. How could you not? Bucky’s kiss was softer, more like he treasured the moment, while Steve’s felt like he would burst if he didn’t get the contact he wanted. “I love you too, so much,” Bucky mumbled against your lips, not ready to lose the contact yet. 

“And I love you,” you grabbed his face and stroked his cheeks with your thumbs. 

“So, about where we’ll stay… We would have crashed at my mom’s place, but it’s already late. So maybe we could stay here?” You hit his chest, as you knew that was his plan all along. 

“Hey careful,” he said and you stopped, afraid that you had hurt him. “There’s something important there.” He pulled out a photo. Bucky had told you that he had carried it everywhere and handed it to you. It was the photo you had taken on your last night together. While you smiled at the camera, Bucky looked at you full of love and Steve was looking at Bucky as if he had hung the moon. 

“Yeah sure, it might be a bit tight, but you can stay here,” you said, your gaze not leaving the picture and missing the relieved look the both of them shared. 

When Steve said your name, you finally looked up and saw the two of them holding each other while facing you. “We won’t leave you again, we promise,” he said and you placed the photo carefully on the table before joining them in their embrace. You could talk about everything else tomorrow, or the day after that, because now you were finally together again and you felt whole. 

I actually enjoyed writing this so much! If you made it this far and liked it - it would make my day to see a reblog or small comment! <3

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So I just found out that during world war 2 some soldiers would crossdress to entertain the troops and raise moral and now all I can think about is Steve crossdressing (because who else could raise moral better than Capitan America?).

He would show up and Bucky would see him and goddamn, that was perfect. Steve with his face all made up like a dame, a cute skirt and frilly blouse, his strong legs covered by stockings that crept up to his thighs. And Bucky, his cheeks all red from arousal and that nervous "holy shit he's so pretty" feeling fluttering in his belly, his eyes would be so wide, drinking in his lover and his pretty getup.

Fuck, I need to write about this.

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I Don’t Care // Mafia!Stuck x fem!reader

Summary: Request on AO3: 'The reader having a menstrual cycle, this one just a little worse than others, and Steve and Bucky worrying and helping her through it.'

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, threesome, dom/sub, fluff/comfort, period sex, mentions of blood, description of cramps, daddy kink, sir kink, vaginal fingering, choking, multiple orgasms, intense, cockwarming, overprotective, possessive behaviour, size different, praise kink

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Mother nature had decided to curse your life today. Every 28 days without fail, your period would be an inconvenience but never to this extent, praying to whatever god was listening to save you from the excruciating waves of pain ripping through your uterus. Not only this, but it was affecting your entire body, feeling drained with fatigue, nauseous and a migraine slowly creeping through your temple.

You were mentally officially done with the day, and thankfully the anticipated meeting with Johann Schmidt was finished and successfully had gone according to plan, which meant no murders and happy handshakes to new beginnings. There were a few relaxed moments after waving them off and you were rushing to the toilet, needing to just sit and mentally process how you were going to survive the rest of the day.

Even though everyone was preparing to leave, there was still food shopping that needed to be completed which was a chore in of itself. Having to buy food for two grown men that ate triple the amount of any normal person was energy draining but now only this, in the evening, to celebrate the new partnership, Steve was taking the two groups to the fanciest restaurant in town.

Groaning, you doubled over in pain as you sat on the toilet, wishing to stay here instead or maybe, cuddled up on the sofa with Bucky and Steve but no, life wasn’t this simple, you’d need to suck it up and get on with the day and hoped it passed by quickly and at least the meeting was over.

Deciding to face the music, you finished using the bathroom, splashing some cool water on your face before exiting, only to come face to face with Bucky who was leaning against the wall, staring at the watch on his wrist.

“Good timing mama, another 30 seconds and I would have been coming in there. Didn’t think it was appropriate to be rushing into the female toilets but you’ve been a while”. Smiling softly at him, you walked over, watching as he extended his arms to pull your body against his chest.

“Overprotective Oaf, can’t a girl go to the toilet anymore without being timed”, you sarcastically mumbled into his shirt, taking a deep breath of his expensive cologne, and leaning into his unnaturally warm body.

“Wow oaf is a new one, thanks Doll”, he retorted but could feel his smile as he rested his mouth against the top of your head, his arms circling your shoulders. “I don’t usually time you in the toilet either, just worried was all, no offence but you’re looking a little peaky today”.

You could have stayed in that one spot all day, his gigantic body just completely dwarfing yours, like a boyfriend cocoon. This was until another cramp ripped through your abdomen, causing you to tense and scrunch your face to stop from audibly shouting. Bucky felt the change, his arms squeezing you tighter before easing himself back so he was able to cup your face, thumb stroking against your cheek.

“That bad, huh?”

“A little yeah. It’s fine, I’m due some pain relief now anyway, I’ll be ok”, it was a lie of course but you didn’t want to worry him or Steve, if it wasn’t obvious, they could be a little dramatic when it came to your welfare. Not that it wasn’t appreciated, but it was only food shopping and a meal then tomorrow, you could all stay in bed if that was what you wanted.

“You’re a bad liar”, he remarked, tilting your face up, capturing your lips in a tender kiss that had you momentarily forgetting about the pain, until a burning hot pain sparked through your head. It almost took your breath away more than the kiss, so much so you had to pull back and take a deep breath, in through your nose and out through your mouth, you could do this.

“Come on Buckaroo, let’s get going”. Bucky didn’t say another word but kept his cool metal hand around yours, leading back to the car where Steve was waiting in the back. Bucky held the door open for you and then climbed into the passenger seat, next to Sam who was driving.

“Everything ok?” Steve asked you softly as you fastened your seat belt, his hand resting against your thigh which was only an invitation for you to cuddle into his muscular arm, leaning your head on his shoulder.

“Yeah”, you responded softly, trying to keep your composure and not flinch as dizziness rocked your body as the car began to drive.

Bucky shifted in his seat before turning, offering you a bottle of water and some pain relief. Offering your thanks, you swallowed the pills with half of the bottle of water, hoping it would also settle the nauseous sensation in your stomach. Leaning back into Steve’s arm, he turned to kiss your temple.

“Where to Boss?” Sam asked Steve.

“Home please, Wilson”.

“Wait no, Sam could you please take us to the store, we still need to go shopping, remember?”

Your eyes flicked between Steve and Sam as the latter looked back at Steve in the rear-view mirror, waiting for confirmation. “Baby, let’s just go home, you need to get some rest”.

Rolling your eyes, you tried to play it off, “I’m fine, and we need to go today we have absolutely nothing in the cupboard, it won’t take us long”. The last part of your sentence was more a hope for you and even though you’d love nothing more than to go home if you didn’t go food shopping today then you’d be forced to go tomorrow and there was no way you were leaving the house tomorrow.

Steve didn’t say anything, only nodded at Sam for him to continue to the shop, the hand against your thigh squeezed but you weren’t paying attention, closing your eyes to stop the nauseous sensation.

It didn’t take long to get to the store and once inside, you gave Bucky the duty of drink refills and Steve fresh fruit and vegetables whilst you’d go to the tin aisle and load up the shopping cart there.

Whilst walking up the second aisle, one of the worst cramps you’d ever experienced destroyed your insides. You could feel the contraction of your uterus, the pain so much that you had to double over and lean against the shelves, biting your lower lip to refrain from moaning in pain, aware that there were still other people shopping and didn’t want too many odd looks.

Trying to concentrate on your breathing, you’d squeezed your eyes so tight that now you were beginning to feel even dizzier, it was an endless cycle of pain.

A warm hand was suddenly easing under your head and shoulder, helping to turn your body until it was leaning into the much bigger and more comforting body of Bucky. You could smell his aftershave before he was even touching you. “Shh that’s it, lean into my body, I’ve got you. Keep taking those deep breaths, the pain will fade”. His words were softly whispered into your ear as he held his metal hand against the back of your head and the other massaged your lower back.

Even though you were hoping to keep up the strong exterior and play off that your period cramps were not as bad as they were, you could not deny the way Bucky and Steve treated you had the butterflies flying in your stomach.

Bucky was right, the pain did begin to fade to a dull ache that left you feeling uncomfortable but able to stand back up and resume shopping. “Sor-” you began but your boyfriend was quick to cut off your words.

“Don’t apologise, never apologise to me”, his sincerity was pulling at your heartstrings, and unsure why tears were suddenly springing to your eyes so you quickly looked to the floor to hide them.

“I hate being on my period, messing with my emotions, do you have to be so nice?” you tried to joke, causing Bucky to chuckle softly and kiss your temple once more, always so affectionate.

Another hand joined your spine, rubbing up and down as Steve stepped behind you, his breath fanning across your cheek as he gave you a quick peck before his spare hand lifted to capture the tears that were dripping down your cheeks.

“Go back to the car baby girl, we’ll finish this” Steve encouraged, keeping his voice low. With your position between the two mafia members, you’d momentarily forgotten that you were in the middle of a store, and not in a little private bubble but with the size of their bodies, you basically were.

Hastily wiping away the remaining tears, you tried to regain some energy, “no it’s ok, I can carry on and neither of you knows what we need to buy anyway”.

 Steve smirked down at you, “I’m sure we can manage and if we forget anything major, we’ll just send Sam to come and get it for us”.

“Are you sure-?”

“Yes! Now please go back to the car”, Bucky gave you a little nudge in the direction of the exit. You laughed at them both, they always managed to make you smile, even if it was for a brief second.

“Everything ok, boss lady?” Sam asked nicely as you climbed into the car as he sat waiting in it.

You were exhausted, lying across the back of the seats, automatically pulling your knees up to your chest like a ball, finding the position that helped most with the cramps, facing the back seat so Sam couldn’t see your face. “Yeah, just need a little break”.

It seemed your ordeal wasn’t over just yet as the next wave of cramps continued, and now in the comfort of the car, even with Sam, you couldn’t hold back gasps of agony.

Unaware of how much time had passed but soon the car was being filled with shopping bags and Steve was helping you to sit up, thumbs brushing away the tears that had begun to fall again. “Let’s get you home”, he nodded to Sam as you fell back into the same position as before, but instead of resting his hand on your thigh, he lifted your top, unbuttoning your jeans to give him access to your abdomen.

Steve and Bucky, as well as being able to eat the same amount as a small village, ran at unnatural temperatures so as his warm fingers began to massage to pained area, you couldn't help but release a relieved groan.

As you returned home, you felt completely drained, limping to the toilet to try and feel refreshed as the boys emptied the car of the groceries which you were thankful for, even going as far as to empty the bags.

It was Steve’s turn to stand guard outside the toilet but unlike Bucky, he didn’t wait for you to be in there for a specific amount of time before knocking. “Can I come in?”

“I don’t think you want to see this right now”, you shouted softly to him, cleaning yourself up quickly before flushing the toilet. After washing your hands and splashing some more cool water onto your face, you exited the toilet to find him smiling kindly down at you, waiting patiently.

“You know I don’t care about those kinds of things”, he reminded you, holding out a hand for you to hold.

You accepted it, loving the feeling of his rough large fingers compared to yours as he slowly pulled you in the direction of the couch in the living room. “Yes I know that but it’s particularly bad today” you referred to your heavy flow. Neither Steve nor Bucky was at all phased by your period, reminding you on countless occasions that they are surrounded by blood a lot for their job and this was different, it was you, it was natural and all they wanted to do was help you.

“Again, I don’t care, honey”, he gently eased the two of you down, making sure that your legs were thrown over his two muscular thighs, head on his shoulder so that he could rest his cheek against you, his facial hair tickling your forehead slightly. Not that you cared as his arms encircled you, one supporting around your back, keeping your body against his, and the other rested on your abdomen again, continuing with the massaging.

Groaning with relief, your face nuzzled into him closer, hand gripping his crisp white shirt, creasing it slightly but neither of you cared. “That feels so good”, you praised him.

“Close your eyes, get some rest”.

This was exactly what you then proceeded to do. Only taking a matter of seconds of being in his heated embrace to fall into a deep sleep. A few hours later you naturally awoke, finding Steve with his eyes closed, for a second you’d suspected he had also fallen asleep but his fingers were still massaging away at your abdomen, even after all this time, surprised that he hadn’t got a hand cramp yet.

Kissing his chin to show that you were awake, your fingers gripped around the arm supporting your body, lifting to look at the time on his watch, seeing that it was nearly the evening.

Pushing on his arm, you attempted to stand but were stopped by his grip tightening, keeping you in his lap. “Where are you going?”

“I’m going to get changed, we’re leaving soon”, your voice cracked from having just woken up, fingers brushing your eyes to wipe some of the tiredness away.

“That’s not happening anymore”, he casually remarked, undoing his top button.

“What do you mean it’s not happening? It needs to happen, Johann made it very clear earlier that this needed to happen.”

Steve casually shrugged his shoulders, “I’ll deal with it, now relax, I was comfortable”.

You were dumbfounded by his confidence, your anxiety couldn’t cope when he was like this, it was much easier to just go for this meal than to try and sweet talk Johann around again. Trying and failing again to stand, you released a heavy sigh. “Steve please, I’ll be fine, it won’t take us long”.

It was at this time that Bucky returned, a towel around his neck and nothing on but his sneakers and a pair of training shorts, having come from the gym in the basement. You couldn’t help but look over his toned abs, littered with contrasting scars from his time in the Rogers mafia. “How are you feeling now?” He asked, taking a seat in the chair next to the couch.

“Better thank you. Can you tell him that we need to start getting ready soon? He’s come up with the disastrous plan to cancel dinner with Johann”.

Bucky sat back casually, the muscles in his abs flexing slightly, once again drawing your attention before you looked back into his smug blue eyes. “Firstly, I can’t tell the boss to do anything and you know that and secondly, I’ve already sent the message to cancel, so no changing it now”.

You moved around on Steve’s lap so that you could properly face the blonde who was watching you with casual arrogance knowing he had got his way or no way at all. “Why would you do that?”

“You know why I did that”, his voice remained calm as his eyes searched your face so you sat further back onto his knees and that’s when you felt it, something hadn’t felt right since waking up and this was it.

Glancing down, you noticed a dark patch on his navy dress trousers from where you’d been sitting. In your rush to leave the bathroom, you must have placed the pad in at the wrong angle on your underwear, and now you’d leaked onto your boyfriend's lap. Steve looked down, his face remaining the same, calm and confident.

“It’s ok”, his hands lifted to stroke your upper arms but you brushed them off. Your entire body seemed to heat up as the embarrassment set in.

“I’m..I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.”

“I know you didn’t baby, it’s fine”, his casualness about the situation didn’t help your panic as you pushed off of his chest to stand, knees wobbling slightly as the inkling of another wave of cramps threatened to start from the sudden movement.

“Be careful mama, it’s ok-”, Bucky tried to reach for you now but you were so embarrassed, needing to get away from both of them for a minute, racing up the stairs as your heart pounding in your chest. Finally getting to the master bedroom, you were able to lock yourself in the ensuite toilet, taking off your now blood-stained jeans and underwear, cursing again at mother nature for letting her add to the list of bad things that had happened that day.

Now you were in the bathroom, you weren’t sure what to do with yourself. You didn’t have a change of clothes and you couldn’t go back out there because, by the sounds of it, both men had followed you up the stairs and probably getting changed. Your cheeks burst with heat at the thought of Steve’s ruined trousers.

Maybe you could take a bath or a shower, which sometimes helped with the pain but you weren’t able to decide as your uterus contracted with another cramp and it was probably the worst one yet. A deep groan slipped from your lips as you doubled over, leaning your forehead against the countertop, knees straining to keep you from collapsing to the floor and crawling into a ball.

The door handle turned as you made the pained noise, but seeing as you had locked the door, it didn’t open and therefore was swiftly followed by a knock. “If you don’t open this door right now, I’m breaking it down.”

Rolling your eyes at the possessive tone in Steve’s voice, you hobbled over to the bathroom door, clicked the lock and walked back to face your shame, standing in nothing but your shirt and bra.

What you hadn’t anticipated was Steve walking over the threshold and within one step was cupping your jaw, tilting your head back and kissing you fiercely enough that it took your breath away. It took a moment of shock to wear off before your hands gripped onto his wrists, holding him close, kissing him back with as much passion. Even trying to reach onto your tip toes to get closer.

Steve was quick to discard your shirt and bra, so fast you hadn’t even realised he was undoing the buttons until the cool air coated your skin. Pulling back from the kiss as his tongue teased, you pushed against his chest, “Steve wait-”

The mafia boss did not wait. No, he had his own idea in mind as his mouth was back onto yours, body pushing back until your lower back found the cool countertop behind. In another second, his hands were gripping the back of your thighs, lifting you until your bare arse was sitting on the side.

This truly snapped you out of the lust-filled trance he had captured you within. Pushing once more against his chest, your face dropped down so he couldn’t distract you with his devilish tongue. “Steve stop, I’m not wearing any underwear, I need to put a pad on or something.”

It wasn’t Steve who responded but Bucky who was watching at the door, now in a pair of joggers and an old t-shirt, casually leaning against the door frame. He was chuckling as he admired your body. “When are you going to get it Doll, we really and I mean, REALLY, don’t care about that stuff”.

Steve moved his seduction tour to your neck, leaving open-mouth kisses sending shivers through your spine as he inched his way up to the shell of your ear. “What am I going to have to do to make you understand that I don’t care about a little bit of blood, my love”.

You glanced down at the patch on his trousers, biting your lip before reminding him, “but I’ve ruined your trousers, and you’ve had to cancel the dinner because of me”.

Steve finally leaned back, resting his weight on his arms on either side of your thighs as his own blue eyes flicked between yours. “I’ve cancelled the dinner today because you’re in pain and I’m not going to force you to dress up in clothes that won’t make you feel comfortable or leave the comfort of your own home just for a fucking meal with Johann Schmidt. My trousers, they’re replaceable, they don’t mean shit to me, but you know what does? You. So please explain to me what I need to do for you to get into that beautiful brain of yours, what I can do to show that I really couldn’t give a shit about a little bit of blood”.

He always knew the right things to say, enough that you had to once again hide your face to hide the tears.

Your boyfriend had other ideas however as his hand teased up the sensitive part of your inner thighs. You knew his intended destination and reached out quickly to grip his wrist, stopping him, looking up with wide eyes, his words already forgotten about.

“Steve wait, I’m bleeding-”

He tilted his head in a knowing look, pushing easily against your grip until his fingers delved into your folds, brushing against your clit. You gasped, bodily jolting slightly. Steve lifted his other hand, wrapping it around your throat, pushing back until your body rested against the wall-length mirror.

“What did I say? I don’t care about a little bit of blood, now. Open”.

His tone went straight to your core, he rarely ordered things from you as your submissive tendencies meant you were rushing to do them anyway but with your anxiety holding you back, he decided to use his authority which instantly sent you into a horny mess.

“Yes sir”, you responded a moment later, trying to ignore the pounding of your heart that he undoubtedly felt beneath his fingertips at your throat, as you opened your legs wider to him, giving him better access.

“Good girl”, the praise was like music to your ears as you were forced to watch his face as his fingers began slipping further down until at your entrance, not wasting any time to slip two fingers in. You moaned loudly, swapping to hold onto the wrist that was holding your neck, not choking, just making sure you didn’t look away from him. His movements were slow, inching in and out, making sure not to hurt you.

You had to admit, that it felt odd, knowing that the wetness that could be felt wasn’t your normal juices but in face period blood and with the cramping, it wasn’t the most comfortable but as his fingers began to curl, increasing your pleasure, the pain reduced.

“Listen to me closely”, he continued. “You are going to watch as I fuck you with my fingers until you’re cumming. Then as I’m fucking you, Bucky over there is going to heat the shower and all three of us are getting in and he can then decide what he’d like to do with you there, do you understand?”

Your cunt was clenching violently around his fingers at his demands, of which every single one you wanted, too lost in the thought of his fingers curling into that beautiful spot within. “Yes sir!”

“That’s my girl”, he praised with a small smile now etched on his face as his thumb began stroking gently against your eagerly awaiting clit. There was now only a jumble of moans and mewls leaving your mouth now as your hips began rolling against his hand, chasing your high. As stated before, with each passing minute, as the pleasure increased, all the cramping began to cease until it was a recent memory.

“Open a little wider baby,” he encouraged and your legs spread automatically giving him more room to add a third finger. Your eyes dropped to his wrist, the sight scaring you for a minute as a dribble of blood was nearly the white sleeve of his shirt but with a quick squeeze to your throat, you glanced up as he leaned closer, his breath tickling your face. “I. Don’t. Care.”

“Fuck!” you cursed, riding his hand harder, gripping his wrist tighter, inching closer and closer to your orgasm. The addition of his third finger made your walls stretch to their limit, feeling full of his long, thick fingers and his thumb pressed harder.

You were about to open your mouth and ask if you could cum but Steve could already feel the tightening grip of your cunt, “cum for me, that’s it, good girl”.

Steve’s praises were always the most perfect sounding words from his gruff voice and your orgasm was suddenly pulsing through your entire body. If it wasn’t for his grip around your throat, you were sure you’d fall into his chest but he held you there firmly, not restricting your airways but just having control over your body.

He didn’t waste a second, using his blood-soaked hands to undo his belt and zipper, easing his cock out and then dragging your hips towards the edge of the countertop. Lifting your legs to rest on his hips, Steve’s cock pulsed as he eased it between your slit, breathing your entrance slowly.

“Please, please daddy!” you gasped out, losing all sense of control, needing to feel him now. Steve chuckled at the nickname, knowing your horniness was bringing out your submissiveness. To treat you well, he pushed his cock into your cunt in one quick thrust, causing your body to jolt to the side.

He held that position and in the background, you could just make out the sound of the shower being turned on by Bucky. Not that you were focused on that right now as Steve adjusted his position. With his red-stained hand, he gripped your hip in place whilst the other hand still held onto your throat, his mouth dipping so he could wrap his lips around your left nipple, sucking it fiercely into his mouth, biting on it gently before releasing.

At the same time, he began to ease his cock out of you, nice and slowly so that your walls dragged around him before slapping back in again. Steve teased both of your nipples, licking around the areola before sucking them back into his mouth.

Your entire body was alight with warmth and pleasure, every thrust was powerful and breathtaking and his wicked tongue had you almost seeing stars with how hard it was making your cunt clench.

“You’re doing so good for me baby” Steve complimented as he swapped breasts, the nipples now being slightly puffy from being sucked on. “Seeing you this desperate, I don’t think I’m going to last very long”, he admitted, but you didn’t care, you were already sensing the change in your body as the tautness in your abdomen increased.

Steve did too and released your nipple, only to kiss you fiercely, it was mostly tongue and teeth, trying to dominate your mouth leaving you even more breathless and dizzy. Just as you were able to orgasm, your hand gripped around the bigger hand holding your neck, squeezing it slightly and he understood the message.

His fingers gripped ever so slightly harder, making it a little bit more difficult to breathe, just as you came hard. Your walls clamped down around his cock so strongly that he too came, surprising himself as he shouted your name, hunching over your body and releasing your throat just as the waves began to calm down. You sucked in the air greedily, body almost completely limp from being fucked so hard and being in the same position for so long.

Your eyes felt heavy as Steve kissed along your throat where his fingers had been, softly caressing the area, distracting you from his cock slipping out of your sensitive entrance. Risking a glance down, it was a mess, where his hands had been were red hand prints and his clothes were ruined but at that moment, you couldn’t care at all.

Steve stood back, catching your eye, “I love you”, he whispered, sweetly kissing your lips delicately, almost like he was scared to hurt you even though he’d just been fucking the life out of you.

“I love you too” you responded softly, tiredness evident in your tone.

Steve finally moved away, unbuttoning his ruined shirt which allowed Bucky to take his place, now standing completely naked, his cock proudly hard between his legs. Gently, he lifted both of your legs around his waist, locking your ankles before moving your arms around his neck, his metal arm easing beneath your arse and his flesh arm around your back as he lifted you.

“Feel like another round?” Bucky’s jokingly asked with a soft smile, kissing your cheek and you mewled in response, trying to slip further down his body so that his tip bumped into your cunt. “Hold on, mama”, and with that, he gently eased his veined cock into your warm pussy, before walking into the warm shower that had you melting into his embrace.

The two of you stood there for a couple of minutes, he didn’t thrust, knowing that’s not what you needed right now, just letting you feel full up at the warmth from the water to ease your used muscles, it was perfect.

“Want you”, your voice oozed desperation as you lazily kissed up his neck, clenching slightly around his member as your arousal began to peak, needing to feel the drag of his cock..

“I want you to but I think someone tired you out”. You groaned, frowning at his words but putting no effort into moving, feeling too lazy and fucked out of your mind so decided on a different tactic.

“But I’d feel so much better if you fucked me too”.

Bucky laughed as Steve joined the two of you in the shower, luckily it was purposefully built so that the overhead shower covered all three of you.

“Are you trying to manipulate me into fucking you, sweet mama?” Bucky asked against your shoulder.

Smiling against his skin, you tried to act nonchalant, “no I’d never do that”.

As you finished your sentence, your back eased against the shower wall as Bucky held you there, readjusting his arms slightly to grip your hips, his face now hovering over yours, a cheeky smile gracing his lips. “Yeah, I’m sure you would never do that”, he sarcastically responded as he began to roll his hips, thrusting his cock very slowly in and out of you.

Once again, these men knew you so well, thankful for the slow speed as your cunt constricted harshly around him with how sensitive it was. It felt so good as he took his time, holding you close, every part of your body touching his as Steve washed behind him, smiling at the sound of your desperate noises.

“Is this what you wanted?” Bucky asked, his mouth hovering over yours.

“Yes sir, you feel so good”.

Bucky kept up those long slow paces for a while, Steve even began to grow hard again and found himself wanking off watching the two of you. Every thrust of Bucky’s cock had a pathetic mewl or moan escaping you, it was perfect as you held desperately to his shoulders, lazily kissing him until the sensation changed.

“I need to cum sir” you quickly breathed out but Bucky had other plans.

“Not just yet mama, you’ve got to hold it for me”. Your eyes filled with panic, looking at his as your brow furrowed, mouth gaping open.

“I- I can’t”.

“Yes you can, you’re a good girl and only good girls cum when they’re supposed to, just a little bit longer”. You could have cried as you gripped harder to his muscles, probably painfully so but he never said anything, just continued with the same slow fucking. You tried to relax your muscles and distract yourself from him but his cock was hitting all the right spots and it didn’t help matters when Steve suddenly grunted from behind Bucky as he came,  his cum spurting out and into the water.

“Please!” you had to plead now, closing your eyes as the feeling of orgasm was so overwhelming.

Bucky grunted loudly and you could feel his cock pumping inside of you as he finally agreed, “yes, cum for me!” and at the same time snapped his hips hard into you. Your whole body went rigid, cunt uncontrollably pulsing around him in waves of utter perfection.

It took a couple of seconds to calm down, Bucky’s half-limp dick sliding out and a gush of Steve and Bucky’s cum followed, now tainted pink by your period but you definitely didn’t care anymore.

Thankfully, Bucky wasn’t just ready to put you down but you would have most likely just sat on the floor, not trusting that your legs were strong enough to hold your weight. So both Ssteve and Bucky helped to wash your body with soap, being careful of the sensitive area between your legs before turning off the water and stepping out.

Whilst Bucky and you were first in the shower, Steve had cleaned up the mess on the countertop and had prepared a fresh pad, underwear and pyjamas for you to get into afterwards. As the three of you climbed into bed, you could honestly say you’d never felt this cosy before on your period.

Laying your head against Bucky’s chest, Steve sat beside you and scrolled through his phone, reading to order some takeout. The second-in-command kissed along your hairline, his fingers locking with yours as he asked, “how's the pain now?”

“It still aches but it’s a lot better than it was, thank you”.

Steve leaned over and kissed the back of your shoulder, “good, I think we should make this a monthly occasion”.

Your used cunt clenched at that thought and you had to bite your lip from moaning, taking a deep breath before turning to look at him, “me too”.

[pahtoosh]

clingy Baba

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18+

wc: ~600 words

warnings: lots of touch! Baba may have a little 🤏 problem but he’s not going to do anything about it🤭

a/n: this is inspired by the piece Attached at the Hip by @angelbaby-fics ! please go read it and support the incredible writer, Chloe! (love you Chloe☺️ mwah mwah)

pairing: stucky x gn!little!reader(mostly bucky hehe) Dada = Steve, Baba = Bucky

summary: a couple times where your baba’s clinginess got the best of him

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Both of your daddies loved cuddling and kissing you at every chance. Steve exercised some restraint. He wouldn’t disturb you if you were totally focused on something and often looked for you to initiate some sort of touch. Bucky, on the other hand, did not hold back. Ever.

~

Baba often interrupted you while you were coloring. Sometimes it’d be okay and you would return his kiss or be so distracted that you didn’t even notice. Other times..

*kiss*

“Baba! I was colorin’ dat”

“Oh, sorry baby!” He kissed you a few more times on the cheek as an apology. “Baba’s sorry I messed up your coloring.”

“Hmph. Da lines are all messed up.” You crossed your arms and frowned at him.

Bucky wouldn’t crack under the pressure of the best interrogators in shield, but he melted at one scornful look from you.

“What can Baba do, huh?” He sat on the floor and enveloped you in his arms. Another kiss to your head. “How can we make this little baby happy again?”

As much as Bucky was soothed from your touch, you were soothed from his too.

“It’s okay, Baba. Know it was a accident.” You pressed a kiss to his jaw.

Bucky whooped and jumped up with you still in his arms. “I’m forgiven!” He continued cheering and tossing you in the air and catching you.

You laughed gleefully. Steve, who was watching you before Bucky came in, smiled and shook his head at his two silly loves.

Bucky saw the movement from the corner of his eye. He caught you in his arms one more time.

“Uh oh, looks like Dada’s missin’ out.” He whispered. “Are you thinkin’ what I’m thinkin’?”

You nodded before shouting, “Kiss attaaack!”

~

Steve had just put you down for a nap. He cuddled you to your heart’s content and carefully snuck out of bed when you were fully asleep. As much as he’d love to nap with you, he had some chores to do and he knew it’d be good for you to become an independent sleeper.

About twenty minutes later, he went to check on you and started to worry when he saw your door cracked open. Steve always shut the door for your naps to keep out the noise. He set down the broom and ran to your door only to find Bucky removing you from your blanket cocoon. It took your Dada at least five minutes to perfect that cocoon.

Bucky hummed while he situated you in his arms.

“Hmm, hmm someday I’ll wish upon a star, and wake up where the clouds are far behind me.”

“Buck. They’re sleeping.”

Baba had the nerve to look offended at Steve’s presence. He covered one of your ears with his free hand.

“I know that, keep your voice down.”

“Why are you singing a lullaby?”

“They love Over the Rainbow, it helps them sleep.”

“Okay but they didn’t need help sleeping if they were already asleep, right?”

Bucky narrowed his eyes and turned around, continuing to sing softly and sway with you in his arms.

While he wanted to stay true to his caregiver instincts, Steve had to admit that it looked pretty cozy getting to hold you like that. He joined Bucky’s humming and wrapped his arms around his lover’s waist as they both rocked side to side with you.

Still fully asleep, a small smile appeared on your face. Even while unconscious, you knew that you were safe and so loved.

[eviesaurusrex]

I’m gonna write some more for my three cuties from this Stucky fic because I need more of Sunny and her two boys. Maybe establishing their past? How they first met? How they tried to get her attention (and failed miserably bc they’re still just two boys from Brooklyn, but a bit more broken perhaps) but were sure she wouldn’t want them because she’s so way outta their league (in their eyes)? Some more moments?

I’ll just do it because I want to. And y’all have to read it if you want to, of course

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Suspicion and lies often led to the brash decisions that ended empires, whether they were justified or proven false, it didn’t matter — what was said and done could never be taken back. It was how you developed such a keen sense for divulging the truth, and what else could you have done with such temptation being placed on a silver platter in front of you?

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჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ♔ Fluff, extreme sexual tension, implied smut, unconventional use of a knife (read: knifeplay), heated kissing, Bucky is possessive and a tease ჻჻჻ TROPES: Forbidden and Secret Relationship, Power Imbalances, Boss/Employee(s) ჻჻჻ KINKS: Praise, voyeurism

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The purr of the engine silenced itself as you turned the key, and the ringing sound in your ears fell quiet with it. You couldn’t be more grateful for the reprieve. 

After a day full of foolish encounters with bastardised older men who counted themselves among the elite — only for having the shining epitome of money around their wrists or padding their wallets so they would appear a few inches taller if they stood on top of it — grated you down to the last fibres of your tether, a dangerously threadbare and poised to snap, length of steel.

“I need a fucking drink,” you groused, frowning at the steering wheel.

To cap it all off, you were well beyond your tolerance for unspoken and mysterious tension within the ranks of your men, especially of two in particular. 

Before your last, dull meeting of the day, your phone chimed with an alert. It was a text from your favourite receptionist who gleefully told you that your two best men, Bucky and Steve, were awaiting you in your office. 

They closed the door behind them, too.

And if you were honest, the reply to your questioning on their demeanour describing them as nervous and fidgety, like two children caught with their hands in the cookie jar, made you smile wickedly. 

For years, Bucky and Steve were inseparable from one another within the ranks of your employed guard and associates. 

They both worked hard to surpass the others and prove themselves, and it landed them in the prime position of being your personal guard — a guard that was meant to be at your beck and call, though you weren’t so cruel as to deprive the supposed lovers of time on their own. 

Not when the thought of them alone made an unbearable heat simmer between your thighs and over your skin. 

“Right,” you sighed, steeling yourself for what you were soon to witness. The two of them were no doubt waiting impatiently for whatever they had to share, though you had an inkling it involved far more personal topics than that of logistics of weapons and plans. “Here goes nothing.” 

The walk through your opulent empire never failed to put a pep in your step when all of the people that rushed past inclined their heads in greeting or rushed over to greet you with nervous smiles and paperwork to sign — especially interns. Bless them, you thought, and you sent them on their way.  

It was only when the elevator chimed when it reached your floor did you truly focus on the thoughts that swirled over just what you would walk into. 

The sight of your favourite receptionist, who you fondly called Wands, sitting behind her sprawling desk with thinned lips in restraint was beyond amusing. Your shoes clicked over the gleaming marble while you made a beeline to her desk, arching a brow in question. “Care to tell the class, love?”

“Steve and Bucky are waiting for you but they looked nervous, even scared—I don’t know what they’re up to,” Wands rushed in one breath, her auburn hair swaying with the frantic movements of her hands. “They just asked me if you were in and I said you were otherwise engaged and I offered to call, they said yes, and then when you replied to tell them to let them in, I sent them in and–”

“Whoa, whoa, breathe, Wanda,” you soothed, and you shoved your laughter back down into your chest — a time and a place. “It’s okay, you did as I asked.” There was a hesitant pause where you tried to best work out how to word your next question.

“Miss–?”

You shook your head and barrelled on. “Can you tell me if they were… acting strangely?”

Wanda stared at you, blessedly confused, or utterly oblivious. “Strangely?”

“Yes,” you said simply, “Did they stare at one another as though the other hung the moon, or some shit.”

“Oh!” Nervous laughter made Wanda’s shoulders shake minutely. “Well, yes? I mean, their gazes were lingering–”

Bingo.

“–And I think as the door closed, they held hands? Maybe they thought I couldn’t see–?”

“That’s all I needed to know,” you said with a nod, and you threw her a sly smirk. “Take a break, love. I’ve got this—keep the phone off of the hook, I’m going to be otherwise engaged.”

Wanda blinked, hesitating for a moment, then she lifted the headset off her head and placed it on the desk before she took the phone off of the receiver. “Uh– Okay, alright. I’ll be around.”

You watched, amused, while Wanda walked away. The hesitant set of her steps gave away that she was still confused, but even she knew not to question a direct order guised under a simple request. Her slight figure disappeared behind the lift doors.

A deep, grounding breath made your shoulders rise and fall, and you turned to face your office doors. The double set of ornate barriers held many lethal secrets, but what it hid on this occasion made your mouth water with a sudden hunger. 

What lay behind those doors, you suspected, would forever change the dynamic that rooted you in place with your two best men — it excited you in a way you would have never expected. 

The simmer of anticipation grew to be unbearable. 

Each click of your shoes over the marble echoed off of the walls like a gunshot, only barely heard over the rush of blood in your ears. 

As you walked towards what lay in wait, you imagined what they could be doing behind those closed doors. 

Would you find them locked in an intimately close embrace, kissing like their lives depended on it? 

Or, and you prayed it was not the case, for you weren���t sure you would survive such a sight, would they be strewn over your overly large desk — one of them on his back while the other rode him like it was all he was made for. The sounds of their moans and whimpers echoed in your imagination, and for once, your steady, arrogant stride faltered. 

“Calm the fuck down,” you mumbled to yourself, shaking your head. “Wait and see.”

The wooden surface of the double doors was cold against your cheek, but you pressed harder up against it, straining to discern any sound that would give away what the two of them were up to — whether you were about to witness an act between lovers, or whether they were truly not what they seemed. 

It was silent beyond the barrier. 

The cold metal of the door handle shocked you from the vivid reverie of what could be waiting for you — it was more than likely that they would hear the door opening and hasten to separate, if they were kissing. 

Slowly, and ever so carefully, you turned the handle and eased the door open, enough to allow a slither of the room to be visible. From your vantage point, you could see your desk and your high-backed chair behind the black, glossy surface of glass. 

A matching set of leather armchairs were placed side by side, opposite to your throne, and you could see the back of both Steve and Bucky’s heads from their positioning — their heads were turned to face one another, lips moving in a hushed conversation. 

Bucky’s face looked pained from the taut line of his brows and the deep-set frown on his lips, the gesticulation of his hands gave away that he was wanting something, and the longer you watched, the more you realised he was gesturing for Steve to move closer. 

The blond seemed hesitant to move from his seat. 

You didn’t move or open the door further — content to watch whatever was happening unfold. 

The suspicions grew within you the longer you stared; Steve’s hands were gripping the side of the leather seat with white knuckled restraint; Bucky was nearly on his feet in his desperation for Steve to come closer.

Your tongue darted from your mouth to lick your lips, and you were about to announce your arrival, when it happened. The barely stifled gasp of surprise that fell from your lips only went unnoticed due to Bucky’s chair being shoved back and toppling to the floor as he surged to his feet. 

Steve made to move as well, but Bucky was too fast — he stalked towards Steve and pulled him up by the lapels of his suit jacket, and he snarled something in his face, expression twisted with a wounded hunger. 

“I said I didn’t fucking care, Stevie,” Bucky growled, his voice raspy with barely tempered anger. The way Bucky stared into Steve’s eyes ignited a heat unlike anything you’d felt before between your thighs — it was something animalistic, primal in the urge to consume someone whole. “I fucking want you—no one else,” he insisted, inching closer. “You’re it for me, for fucks sake! What do I have to do to make you see and give up this damned charade?”

Any reply Steve had to utter was lost to the wind as Bucky kissed him, his lips seeking the others like his life depended on it. The muffled squeak of surprise escaped Steve’s parted lips before he kissed back in earnest, forcing the brunette backwards against your desk with enough force to rattle the piece of furniture. 

Pen cups and plant pots clattered and rolled onto the floor.

They paid no mind to any of it, too lost within one another to see you open the door wider and slip inside. The small click of the lock didn’t even deter them — you watched, entranced, while they fought each other for dominance with growls and low moans. 

Bucky bared his teeth when Steve nipped his lower lip. “Fuck.” Metal fingers threaded through golden locks, and he gripped the back of Steve’s head. “That’s it,” he cooed, and he pulled Steve’s head back to better access the smooth skin of his neck. “That’s more like it, baby.”

A honeyed whine tumbled from Steve’s parted lips. “Buck–”

“Shh,” Bucky soothed, running the palm of his metal hand over the back of Steve’s head. “Just kiss me.”

You leaned back against the cool wood of your office door with a heavy breath. A devilish smile danced over your lips and pulled them taut as Steve launched himself forward with a growl, almost forcing Bucky all the way over to the other side of your desk. “Need you now–”

“I know,” Bucky soothed against Steve’s lips, and he grinned. “And you can have me, kitten.”

The groan that echoed off of the walls of your office was pornographic in nature — the lack of cameras truly a crime. 

Callused, deft hands never settled over any part of their bodies; the brush of fingers and palms over their sides and over frantically bared skin — the leather jacket Bucky wore was thrown with little care, landing at your feet with a solid thunk. 

The dark holsters over Bucky’s chest were plainly visible now. The glint of his trusted Gerber blade was bright against the black cotton shirt he wore, and the pair of Glocks fastened to his belt skimmed against the surface of your desk. 

That same blade whirled and glinted in the air, Bucky’s right hand holding the handle of such a deadly blade with ease. “Fuck, fuck,” Bucky rasped, “Hang on.” He placed his left hand on Steve’s shoulder and pushed him back a pace. The glass squeaked with the slide of Bucky’s legs over the edge, and he stood, barely taller than his partner. 

“Wha–?”

The beautiful sound of Steve’s moan while Bucky sliced open his shirt with the sharp edge of his Gerber made your toes curl; a glint of deranged lust in Bucky’s eyes as he holstered it on his hip only worsening it. Steve’s shirt wrinkled in his fists while metal plates whirred in calibration. “Kiss me harder, fucker.”

Steve chuckled breathily and instead of going for Bucky’s mouth, his lips found Bucky’s neck, and going by Bucky’s moan, it was going to heat up far too quickly for you to enjoy this particular show. 

Before you could talk sense into yourself, you pushed off of the door with a flourish and predatory smirk, stepping heavily to allow the heels of your shoes click over the floor. The two of them pulled apart as though they’d been burned — horror coloured their expressions, while what little blood that reddened their cheeks drained from their faces in tandem. 

“Well, well, well,” you purred, still smiling victoriously. “What have we here, boys?”

“We can explain–” Steve rushed, but you cut him off with a heated stare. The words faltered on his lips, and he fell silent. 

Bucky stood there in apparent shock, still leaning hard against your desk and speechless while he stared at you with widened eyes. His knuckles were white from the grip of his fingers over the edge of the blackened glass of your desk — there was no verbal defence from him, though you sensed the surge of protective anger in his posturing frame. 

From your stance as an outsider and their employer, you could tell they were identically and rightfully fear striken — to be outed within the industry was a risky move — though you felt more than vindicated with your suspicions confirmed, and you couldn’t help but feel the pull of their connection. It looped you in its trap, cinching you tight, and you let it guide your words and actions. 

It was with a sense of fragility that you looked at them both, a small, soft smile replacing the wide smirk on your lips. “Don’t stop on my account,” you said, and you gestured to the drink cart next to your desk. “I knew something was going on between the two of you—I made it a game to figure out what it was, and here we are.” 

There was silence as they glanced at one another, your proclamation had taken them by surprise, you guessed. “For clarity’s sake, you’re not fired,” you explained. “Quite the opposite.”

“Which means?” Bucky snapped, watching your every move like a wounded animal preparing to savagely protect itself. 

“Take a seat, boys.” Bucky’s unanswered question hung in the air while Steve sat down. You looked up from the drink cart and found Bucky still standing tall, inclined slightly over Steve’s sitting frame as though to shield him from a barrage of imagined vitriol. “I said have a seat,” you repeated, offering them both a glass of whiskey. “Let’s talk.”

Bucky grudgingly took both glasses and handed one to Steve, before he sat down in his previously occupied chair. Their identical postures and rigid shoulders radiated trepidation. 

You couldn’t help but smirk while your back was turned momentarily to move the cart away from the desk — lest they lose their cool and poorly tested restraint to attack one another again. 

Once you turned to face them, you smiled and settled in your own high-backed leather chair. The silence crackled with a tension akin to the riskiest meetings you attended for your under bellied organisation, and you cleared your throat. “Why don’t we start with you telling me just how long my two best men have been tongue-fucking one another in secret—let alone in my office.”

Steve choked on his mouthful of whiskey while Bucky narrowed his eyes. “And why the fuck do you want to know?”

“Well,” you replied smoothly, blithely leaving his tone unchecked. “I seem to be in a bit of a predicament, boys.” 

They didn’t reply to your statement; suspicions too high to allow rationality. You looked at them over the rim of your own glass, taking in how Steve seemed to make himself impossibly smaller. 

A moment of tense silence passed, and you sighed heavily. Feigned interrogation tactics would either help you win or lose this battle of secrets — it was risky, they were your best men for a reason, they knew you were playing a game, but they had no way to know of your endgame. Possibilities of it, sure, but you were willing to gamble on your good standing relationship with them — a show of good faith was an extended olive branch. 

You took a deep breath and shifted in your seat. A wicked, sinful idea came to the forefront of your mind with the throbbing ache between your thighs. “My predicament, boys,” you said, careful to keep your voice quiet. “Is that what I walked into just now has left me soaked, and I have no way to take care of it—it is business hours. I also have the damned rule of not fucking any of my employees, one that you two are pushing to the breaking point.”

Their combined reaction teased a smile to your lips. Bucky’s eyes bulged, and he coughed around a sharp intake of breath; Steve sat as still as stone while he stared at you in bewilderment. The hilarity of such a response amused you — you had caught them close to fucking each other on your very desk, for fuck’s sake.

“So,” you said loudly over the lasting coughs from the brunette. “We can either pretend this never happened and we go on with our days, after I address what you were in here for in the first place.” 

“It was just–” Bucky tried, but you held your hand up to halt his explanation. 

“Or I let the two of you off the hook and let you make a mess of my office.” They blinked, and you took a sip from your drink. It made a quiet clink against the glass when you set it back down, louder than a bullet from Bucky’s Glock in the stunned silence. “And I join in.”

That same hunger flashed in both of their eyes this time — Steve’s ocean blue turned black, Bucky’s cerulean to grey, a mesmerising transformation that unwittingly pinned you in place. Your mouth watered with the hunger to feel them and their expert touch, and you slumped back against your chair with a brow raised in question. “So, tell me—what will it be, boys?”

Bucky looked to Steve; Steve looked to Bucky. They communicated silently, something untold in their eyes. 

In mesmerising unison, they stood from their armchairs and rounded your desk. The thundering of your heart could be heard within the sudden cavernous walls of your office. “I think we can make that happen,” Bucky purred, his forefinger and thumb tilting your head up as he sat back against the edge of your desk. “What d’ya think, Stevie?”

“Why the fuck not,” Steve whispered, sitting on your other side. His thigh brushed yours. 

“Oh, fuck yes,” you sighed, the grin on your lips purely predatory — a well-deserved victory against the unknown. 

Steve’s breath hitched and he surged forward to claim the exposed skin of your arched neck. Your fingers wound through the blond tresses like Bucky had done. “Good, fuck– Good boy, kitten.”

Through heavily lidded eyes, you looked up at Bucky and your lips parted around the words, “Come here, puppy—come on and fuck me.”

The only sounds that followed your command would be left only between the walls of your office, and if you smirked with sinful experience every time you thought of the both of them, or caught them standing too close to one another after that encounter, they winked covertly back. 

You couldn’t wait for next time.

yeah, I'm dead too.

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐚𝐨𝟑  ⠄⠂⠁

⠈⠂⠄𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ⠄⠂⠁

[sophieshyacinthgarden]

If You Loved Me You’d Share Her

Relationships: Predefined Steve x Reader, Bucky x Reader, Steve x Bucky, Reader x Steve x Bucky

Summary: You wake up to you, Steve, and Bucky’s shared home exhausted after a long night of activities with your boyfriend. His best friend has certain remarks to these acts. And soon you’ll find out maybe three isn’t a crowd despite what everyone thinks

Warnings: Smut, dubcon, threesome, cream-pie, voyeurism, and double penetration

It was a typical summer morning in your lovely home. You were lounging out on the small patio, reading a book in the sun. Your boyfriend’s best friend, Bucky, was in the kitchen, making breakfast. While your boyfriend, Steve, had just came back from a morning run, pushing through the door as he untangled his headphones from his ear. You watched as Steve walked over to see Bucky flipping pancakes and then, moving to step out onto the balcony towards you. “Morning, sweetheart.”

“Hello, darling,” you reply, closing your book shut. You loved how Steve looked in the sunlight, he resembled an angel, glorious and strong. Every muscle, perfect facial feature highlighted by the golden light. He nodded his head towards you signaling for you get up.

You get up from you lounge chair and Steve takes your place. He’s motions for you sit in a spot between his legs and happily do as he tells you. Your heart jumps a bit as Steve’s hands move to your waist, pulling you into him more. “Did you sleep well?” he presses his lips to your hair, his breath ruffling the strands.

Bucky was humming some light tune that you didn’t recognize as he carried a plate of breakfast out onto the balcony for you both. It was filled to the brim of pancakes covered in golden syrup with a side of colorful fresh fruit. You think back to Steve’s question,”I’d say so, but I’m in incredible pain from last night’s… activities.”

Your boyfriend’s best friend smirked a bit at the insinuation. Steve, however, just tilted his head to the side,”Activities?” He tried to keep his voice neutral but failed, a smirk growing on his lips despite his attempts to remain serious,”Were you out late last night with someone else?” He couldn’t help but reminisce about the way your body moved below him last night, the way you’d moan his name, tug on his hair…

“You know exactly what activities I’m going on about? And the only on at fault is you,” you say pointing at his chest.

Steve’s eyes narrowed slightly, but his smirk remained. Bucky knew exactly what you were implying, and he wasn’t going to make it easy for you two. He simply laughed a bit, setting the plate of food onto the balcony railing,”You two were a bit loud last night, you know.” Steve shot him a look, but said nothing in response. His gaze remained on you.

“Yeah well not only does Stevie have stamina for days, but he has some big personality traits due to that super soldier serum, if you know what I mean,” you tell the two men,”And I’m sure you do too Buck.”

Bucky choked on a laugh. Steve rolled his eyes, and tried to ignore what you had said previously. “We were loud?” He repeated, before adding, “We weren’t that loud-“

The other super solider was still snickering, but stopped after he saw Steve’s look. Your boyfriend then turned back to you, his hands going to your hips. “Were we really that loud? Are you complaining?” Steve asked you wondering if you don’t like how loud you two tend to be in the bedroom.

You laugh slightly,”No I’m not complaining, I love it when you do that to me. And I love all those sweet sounds you make too.”

Bucky laughed again, before saying, “You know what else was loud?” Steve rolled his eyes again, but didn’t really push the conversation, instead looking at you for your response. He ran his hands up and down the sides of your torso, moving them over the top of your legs.

“What was loud Bucky,” you ask him, slightly grazing Steve’s thigh. Steve slightly tensed at your touch.

Bucky grinned slightly as he said, “Your screaming.” Steve didn’t let it get to him, but there was a slight change to his expression that caught your attention. Bucky gave him a look, as if he was expecting a reaction.

“Why did you wish you were the one making me scream like that?” you ask him a smirk on your face.

If there was one thing Bucky enjoyed, it was torturing Steve on an emotional level. Hearing this only made the smile that had been playing about his lips widen a bit. Steve was starting to get irritated, though he hadn’t said anything just yet. It seemed like he was trying to stay calm in order to keep you from enjoying this. Bucky then asked, as he started to slowly move his hands up Steve’s thigh,”Are you jealous?”

Your breath hitched slightly at seeing the way your boyfriend’s best friend was touching your boyfriend. “Maybe,” you choked out.

Bucky smirked. “Only maybe?” he teased. Steve rolled his eyes again, trying to keep a stern look...though it was very obvious that he was at least a bit hot and bothered. He was still being careful not to let his jealousy show too much, but the slight tension in his body said more than enough.

“Okay, I am,” you say stroking Steve’s growing bulge in his pants.

Buck then leaned back against the railings. He was still grinning at the tension he was setting up between the two of them.

Steve’s eyes went wide when you grabbed him by the bulge, and the tension turned into nervousness. He looked down at your hand wrapped around him for a moment before his gaze returned to you. “Are you…” he started, but then cut himself off as he felt the jealousy in him begin to fade, replaced by an intense lust.

His friend grinned, moving his other hand to grab your thigh as well. “What if we give you a repeat of last night?”

“I think that’s the best thought you’ve ever had,” you say. You shift in your seat and straddle Steve who began to blush immensely. You grind onto his crotch searching for friction, you moan at his bulge brushing against your clothed folds. You had just gotten up so you were wearing nothing, but a short nightie and panties, a decision that you were proud of making.

Bucky began to grow hard over the sight of you and Steve dry humping. He palmed his growing tent becoming impatient,”Keep going.” You moan at his words. Your panties feeling soaked leaving Steve’s running shorts wet with your slick.

“Can we please take this to the bedroom,” you ask,”I want to feel both of you.” Both soldiers moan at your words.

Steve stands up and picks you up from around the waist,”I thought you’d never ask.” Bucky follows you two absolutely ecstatic for what was to come. Your boyfriend opens the door of your shared bedroom and lays you onto the bed’s satin sheets lightly. The two super soldiers stare at you with a hunger like lust that you’d never had been able to imagine.

Bucky looks at Steve as though he was asking him permission to touch you. Steve didn’t answer with words instead he simply nodded. Bucky ran his metal hand up your leg approaching your inner thigh. His thumb slightly grazed your soft panties causing you to moan. The cold sensation made you buck your hips towards his thumb.

“Now, now don’t be needy,” Bucky teased. Delicately he moved your cotton panties to the side and plunged his digits into your tight pussy. You began to moan, your folds enveloping his fingers. He began with one and moved it around feeling your gummy walls.

He wanted you to be prepared for his cock so he added another two fingers. It was different than Steve’s. With Steve his fingers were hot and soft while Bucky’s were cold and rough. He curled them causing you to buck your hips up towards the ceiling. “Bucky,” you moaned out. You felt a warm hand pull you down. You look up and were greeted by your boyfriend’s blue eyes.

“God, you’re such a slut. Getting all wet around her boyfriend’s best friend’s fingers as he watches. I bet you like this don’t you, me watching you, it turns you on you little whore,” Steve tells you. You were taken aback at his words. Never in your life had Steve called you such filthy names. You assumed Bucky had brought this dirtier filthier version of your boyfriend.

You came close to you climax when Bucky pulled out his fingers. You moaned at the empty feeling, upset that you had missed your climax. “Let me cum please,” you beg him.

Bucky shakes his head,”You’re not cumming until this pretty pussy is wrapped around both of our cocks,” you sigh,”Now strip for us.”

You carefully untie the bows of your nightie revealing your white lace underwear. Steve lunges towards your pussy and grabs your panties by his teeth. He drags them down your legs carefully and putting them in his pocket. He takes off his shorts as well as his running shirt leaving him only in his boxers. Bucky follows his impression and does the same.

Bucky reached behind your back and unbuckled your bra. He grabbed your right tit in his hand and squeezed it. Steve reaches for you left tit and begins to kiss around your nipple. He grabs it into his hand and puts in his mouth causing you to moan. The hot and cold feel from both boys causes you to feel overwhelmed in the best way possible. Both boys begin to kiss their way across your boobs and eventually meet each other halfway. They face each other and began to kiss passionately.

Steve palms Bucky’s dick and they make out in front of you. You whine desperately,”Please let me in.” They look at your desperate cries and chuckle.

Bucky pulls down his boxers and pushes he down to the bed. His length is unbelievable, he’s thick and girthy with a pointy tip. “Okay, Angel this is it,” he says. Tapping his dick towards your entrance, he becomes consumed by your folds. You begin to groan as he pushes his way in.

He’s thicker than Steve yet not as long, but he still fills you out in all the right ways. Slowly but surely he gets a steady pace slamming in and out of you. Steve approaches you from behind unclothing his cock. His length despite you seeing it a ton times is still impressive. Long and veiny everything you would need a cock.

Steve approaches your other entrance preparing himself. He enters quickly, making you hitch your breath. The two soldiers kept slamming themselves into you causing you to moan out their names. The boys met over your shoulder and made out passionately your hand becoming wrapped around Bucky’s hair. Bucky’s hand immediately went to massaging Steve’s ass.

You feel your climax coming and you moan as the knot in your stomach is undone. Your fluids enveloping the boy’s cocks. Soon you feel the hot strings of their cum fill your belly. “Fuck,” Bucky moaned out.

The three of you fall collapsed to the bed feeling tired and fulfilled. Steve got up and got a towel from the restroom so the three of you could clean up. He grabbed you and Bucky’s hands and lead you to the bathtub for relaxation. “You know we should do this again sometime,” Steve asked the both of you.

“I agree,” Bucky said smiling like a maniac,”If you’d loved me you’d share her.”

You look up at them and smiled,”Ditto.”

It’s safe to say that from now on you and Steve’s nightly actives will have a third member.

[nicoline1998enilocin]

Majestic distraction

Pairing | College student!Bucky Barnes x College student!Steve Rogers

Word count | ~ 850 words

Summary | Steve and Bucky need to study for an important upcoming test, but Alpine doesn't care; she only wants the attention she deserves (or demands...). Her Majesty, the Queen of Fur, doesn't take no for an answer and becomes Steve and Bucky's best distraction.

Prompt(s) | B5: Alpine & Studying/textbooks | @stuckybingo

Warning(s) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Established relationship [ Boyfriends ], college AU.

A/n | Welcome to the second fic for Stucky Bingo Round 5! This was such a cute one to write, and I hope you all enjoy the route I took with this 🖤

Likes, comments and reblogs will be very much appreciated 💚

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Main Masterlist | Stucky Masterlist | Bingo Masterlist

''Right, let's go home to study there; it's too noisy in here,'' Bucky sighs, and Steve, his roommate and boyfriend, agrees.

''I didn't know it could be so loud and busy inside a library,'' Steve says while rolling his eyes, clearly annoyed by the distractions.

They have an essential test coming up, and they are both aiming for another perfect score. They have been working hard for this test the entire year, and they're both straight-A students, so they want to be satisfied.

While the two of them are packing their bags, they hear all kinds of rude comments towards them, mainly about being 'nerds' and 'dorks' for studying all the time.

Neither of them had much growing up, and they always had to work for what they wanted, so this mindset is engraved in their brains, which shows in their school work.

''Ready?'' Steve asks as he sticks out his hand for Bucky to walk to Steve's car together.

''Ready!'' Bucky says as he leans in for a small kiss, which Steve happily accepts.

As soon as they're at Steve's car, Bucky walks over to the passenger side and lets himself slide into the seat, finally sighing because his head is not as full anymore.

''Is everything okay, Trouble?'' Steve asks, and he looks at his boyfriend with a worried look.

''I- Yeah, everything's fine,'' Bucky tries, but Steve knows him long enough to see that he isn't telling the truth.

''You want to try that again?'' Steve asks, and he rubs Bucky's cheek with his thumb to calm him down and get him out of his head simultaneously.

''It's nothing. Let's go home and study for this test,'' Bucky tries, and this time, Steve lets it go, not wanting to push him too far.

''Okay. We'll talk about it later,'' he says before leaning in for a kiss, and Bucky plugs in the AUX cable to choose the music for the drive home.

It was Steve's turn to cook dinner tonight, and Bucky decided to work at the kitchen table so he could still be in his company without being too distracted. If only Alpine had that same idea, Bucky thinks to himself.

''Alpine, can you just-'' Bucky says after picking her up from his books for the third time in a few minutes, but she doesn't want to hear it. All she cares about is getting attention from Bucky.

Steve chuckles while cooking, which earns him a glare from Bucky.

''Somethin' funny, punk?'' Bucky asks, and Steve can't help but laugh at the comment.

''Yeah. It's charming how Alpine keeps demanding your attention because you spoil her rotten,'' he says, and Bucky looks at him like he's grown three heads.

''I don't-'' he tries to protest, but Steve raises his brow at the other man.

''Bucky, there's a reason I call Alpine 'Her Majesty, Queen of Fur.' She gets everything she wants, whenever she wants, and more. And I don't doubt for a second that you're going to fold soon and give her the attention she's begging for,'' Steve says, making Bucky's cheeks turn red at those words.

''Not fair...'' Bucky mumbles as he returns to work, but Steve is right. In the next few minutes, Alpine is again back on the table.

Steve hears her unmistakable purring sound, and when he looks over his shoulder, he finds Alpine cradled in Bucky's arms while he scratches her belly.

''See?'' Steve says, and Bucky gets so scared he accidentally drops Alpine.

''Sorry Alp!'' Bucky says, and he quickly turns back to his work, but this time, Alpine doesn't bother anymore until after dinner.

The two men finished dinner and moved to the couch with their laptops, always sitting close together. They have to complete their last assignment before having the rest of the evening to themselves.

Alpine's lying next to Bucky on the couch, and she keeps pawing at his leg, demanding attention, but this time, Bucky isn't having any of it.

After a few minutes, she jumps onto the back of the couch and walks over to Steve, trying to see if he will give her attention, but when that isn't working either, she decides on a more drastic measure.

She stands on Steve's shoulder and drops herself onto his lap, but he is fast enough to pull his laptop away so she doesn't break it.

When that's complete, she stretches onto Bucky's lap as well, and she goes to lay comfortably, ready for her nap; now all she needs is scratches, and she's one happy kitty.

''Did she just-'' ''Yeah.''

Bucky can't help but chuckle and tell Steve he was right.

''You can't blame me, though; no one would be able to say no to such a majestic distraction,'' Bucky says, and Steve laughs softly in agreement.

''I love you,'' Steve says as he pulls Bucky closer without disturbing the little fur ball.

''I love you too,'' Bucky says as he cuddles into Steve's side, and they decide on watching a movie together while giving Alpine all of the scratches her heart desires.

School can wait until tomorrow. Alpine can't.

[hotreadingwitch]

Bucky x Reader x Steve - Siberia Pt.1

Content Warnings/Kinks: threesome, non-consensual filming, sex pollen! (as consensual as possible for this trope!), hair pulling, praise kink, degradation, light ball play (just cupping), cum swallowing, oral sex (male receiving)

Siberia Pt.1

The tension stretched tight between Steve, Bucky, and Y/n as they walked together through the murky, dark hallways, trying to get out of the Siberian fortress. 

“We’re going the wrong way, I think we need to—” Bucky suggested softly. 

“Not we aren’t” Y/n Stark snapped, her deadly glare silencing him in an instant. 

“Y/n…” Steve began. 

“Don’t start with me, Rogers” 

Her hackles were up and both of them could tell. And after the information she’d just learned, about the death of her grandparents, they couldn’t blame her. A minute later, the hallway they were walking down suspiciously turned into one large, long cage. They stepped forward tentatively, entering the space. It was then that the large metal door closed behind them, locking them in with a loud click of the bolt. 

“Y/n Stark, Captain Rogers…” an accented voice spoke through an unseen speaker, “…Sergeant Barnes” 

“Zemo” Steve growled quietly. 

The fact that Zemo wasn’t done playing with them yet, made the pit in Y/n’s stomach sink even lower within her. 

“You might think that the information I’ve shown you today is enough to ruin the Avengers forever” he started ominously the speaker, “But I believe what I’m about to film you doing might just be the cherry on top…” 

A yellow substance suddenly flowed into the space, coming from the vents. 

“Cover your mouth” Steve ordered then. 

Both Y/n and Bucky complied, sucking in a quick breath before covering their mouths. Y/n’s eyes watered as the dust overwhelmed the space, filling every corner, even slipping past the bars of the cage into the hall beyond. When she couldn’t hold it any longer, her throat straining for breath, she finally sucked in the mysterious substance. She was almost instantly dizzy, the dust making her thoughts fuzzy. What was happening? Why were they here again? 

“Y/n” Bucky’s voice punctured the haze. 

When her eyes met his, warmth spread from her cheeks down to other places much deeper inside of her. She looked from him to Steve, finding the heavy weight of their betrayal was gone, instead replaced with an intense wave of lust. 

“It’s sex pollen” Bucky strained, his voice tight as if he was struggling to resist what was surely about to happen. 

Y/n sauntered towards Steve, who looked equally worried, placing a soft, expectant hand on his chest. 

“Y/n…” he started. 

“Shh,” she silenced him with a longing kiss on his cheek, “I know what you want, what we all want…Captain” 

She sunk to her knees before him, her hands trailing down his chest until she reached his zipper. 

“Please Y/n” he groaned, his hands instantly gripping the sides of her face as if he couldn’t help it. 

“You don’t have to beg Steve” she chided as she took out his cock from his pants, “Not when I’m happy to give myself, my mouth to you willingly” 

His hand reached down to pull at hers, his jaw clenched, “You don’t really want this…Y/n stop, it’s the pollen”

“I don’t care” she stated plainly though she released him, instead leaning back slightly and opening her mouth wide, sticking her tongue out.

“Fuck—” he groaned at the sight of her wet mouth ready for him, “You’re killing me baby” 

A strong hand then gripped her hair from behind, pulling it into a makeshift ponytail and yanking her head back further so that she was almost looking straight up at the ceiling. Bucky Barnes stood above her, apparently unable to resist the substance as well. 

“If you don’t fuck her mouth now I will” he growled at Steve, his gaze menacing. 

She met his eyes, glaring back at him. She was mad, yes, about the things that he’d done, the murders he’d committed, but that didn’t stop her muddled brain from thinking she needed him burying himself deep inside of her more than she needed oxygen. 

“Please Steve…” she whined, returning her focus to him and opening her mouth even wider, allowing him entrance. 

She moaned onto his tip as he finally slid the first half of his large cock into her mouth, her eyes rolling back at the taste of his salty pre-cum. 

Pulling against Bucky’s tight grip, Y/n slipped her wet mouth up and down Steve’s shaft, swirling her tongue in one teasing motion around his tip every time she reached it. Bucky adjusted, loosening his hold on her slightly so that she could run her tongue underneath Steve, from his base to the very top. 

“So good baby” Steve praised her skill, his hips gyrating with each movement, each flick of her tongue. 

Little by little, she took more and more of him, until her mouth was as full as possible, her throat gagging on him. His deep groans only encouraged her, helping her to push herself onto him, taking one more inch, and stretching her mouth to its maximum. Her mouth was tight and wet around him, and as she bobbed up and down she could tell he was getting close to his release. 

“Keep sucking him doll” Bucky ordered from behind her, his hands still in her hair. 

She moaned onto Steve’s cock, her hazy brain mad at the fact that Bucky commanding her, telling her what to do, completely turned her on. Steve’s hips bucked forward, his short, breathy moans and his body language telling her she was sucking him off perfectly. As she felt him pulsing she bobbed up and down his length, taking him in and out of her slicked mouth, the wet sounds filling the air. 

“Cum for her” Bucky’s husky voice instructed, tugging her head back as she prepared to take Steve’s load. 

When he started to cum she didn’t stop, instead cupping his balls, feeling them in her hands, this final pleasure sending Steve over the edge. 

“Fuckkk” he groaned as he came, his voice low and rumbly. 

Y/n took him as deep as she could, allowing his salty cum to splash and trickle down her throat. She sucked up his shaft, coating him in his own cum before popping off of him to swallow it, not once breaking eye contact with him as she did. Steve panted, his breathing ragged and his eyes dangerous. 

“I can’t believe I almost stopped you” Steve breathed before his hungry lips crashed onto Y/n’s, pulling her up to meet him. 

They moved together as they kissed, stepping backward until the backs of Y/n’s knees hit a shorter surface. She broke away to look back and see a wire-framed bed. The mist of the pollen made it so that none of them considered why exactly it was randomly in the cage. Two sets of strong hands now gripped Y/n as she started to situate herself on the rickety furniture. 

“Ass up doll”