#stucky x plus size reader

[simmerandwrite]

grapefruit sidecar (part 2)

part of the Sink Into Me universe

Pairing: mob boss! Steve Rogers x plus size! reader x mob! Bucky Barnes

Summary: It was just an innocent question. You definitely didn't have any ulterior motives: “Have you ever had a threesome?” But when Steve admits something from his past with Bucky, you can't help but wonder...

Part 1: The Club | Part 2: The Penthouse

Word count: 7k

Warnings: 18+!!! established relationship (Steve x reader), MFM threesome shenanigans, brief flash of minor potential violence, smut (threesome MFM), steve rogers is a menace, subby bucky if you squint...........

Notes: a weekend away means time to plaaaaay hehe some plot here but then mostly just.... well, what's on the tin. it's some self indulgent smut. can't wait to hear what you think!! enjoy!!

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Boston wasn’t your ideal vacation destination. But for a weekend away from the city? You were happy to accompany Steve. 

He had some big meeting when you arrived Friday evening but Steve promised you an exclusive night at the hotel spa to make up for it. You couldn’t argue with him about that. You were happy with a night of pampering before a few days in bed with him. 

You didn’t ask for details about his meeting - mostly because it was safer not to. Steve claimed it was related to some real estate transactions, but given his quiet conversations with Bucky about the gravity of the closed door meeting, you had a feeling it was something more. 

But, that had been par for the course dating Steve. Despite his lack of interest in the term mob boss you weren’t blind to what Steve did. The blood, guns, bruises, money. You had made enough peace with it. You loved him - and his crew - and never really felt unsafe.

Bucky was joining Steve for the meeting - part of it, at least. Some of it was closed doors just for the heads of each syndicate. That was about all you knew but it was nice to have Bucky nearby, too.

Truthfully, you had been enjoying having Bucky around lately. Not that you’d ever admit it, but he was certainly your favourite of Steve’s close friends. Perhaps that was driven by something else now - after that night you, Bucky and Steve enjoyed together in Steve’s office at the club. 

You were scared to admit that something had changed after that - not necessarily in a bad way, either. But things felt a bit more charged for some reason. Like Bucky looked at you differently.  Things went right back to normal afterwards, though. No one ever brought it up directly. Well, Steve did whisper about it a few times when you were pressed against him in bed. 

But any kind of follow up or ‘next time’ hadn’t occurred and you had decided that if it didn’t happen again, that was okay. 

The hotel in Boston wasn’t the Ritz or the Four Seasons. Perhaps it catered to questionable cash transactions while those high-end corporate ones wouldn’t. But that didn’t stop it from feeling fancy, especially when it came to the spa. Steve had walked you there personally, in his crisp suit, kissing you deeply before saying goodbye. Before departing, he confirmed Bucky would return later to walk you back to the room. Even though you insisted you could make it back on your own, the tense look on Steve’s face wasn’t lost on you.

So yes, of course. Bucky could walk you back. That was fine. Steve was in a closed door, no-phones-allowed meeting, and if it made him feel better to know Bucky was returning you safely to the penthouse suite, you’d indulge him.

Well, before that, you were indulging yourself.

One hot stone massage, restorative facial, steam room visit and manicure later - you were perfectly relaxed and simply floating.

“Everything is taken care of.” The young girl working behind the desk waved you by after you asked for the bill. When you tried to at least offer them a tip, the girl just smiled and shook her head. “Mr. Rogers took care of that, too.”

“Okay. Well.” You smiled back. “Thank you.”

“Have a nice evening, Mrs. Rogers!” 

You swallowed the grin growing on your face as you decided not to correct her about your title and marital status. That… truthfully, that sounded nice. But it wasn’t the time to unpack that just yet. 

You swung your bag over your shoulder then stepped outside the spa doors, quickly scanning for Bucky. He didn’t seem to be there yet, though you had only been able to estimate how long everything would take. Before you even had a chance to reach for your phone, someone was calling your name.

It wasn’t Bucky.

You sucked in a breath as the stranger approached. He was clad in a dark suit jacket, carrying a confidence you were sure wasn’t justified. You had met a lot of people in Steve’s business circle and although you didn’t recognize this man in particular, he had the same energy a lot of those other men did. He reeked of arrogance and a sense of superiority. 

“Can I help you?” You crossed your arms cautiously.

The man offered you a quick smile, though it didn’t change the cold look behind his glasses. “Rogers asked me to escort you to the meeting room.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Right, of course.”

“Shall we then?” He motioned his head down the hall. 

“Honestly, I’m a little insulted that you think I’d just blindly follow you somewhere.” You took a step backward, trying to crane your neck beyond him to see if perhaps Bucky was on his way. You considered, briefly, heading back into the spa but you knew they had already locked up behind you.

You weren't an idiot. Steve would never send a stranger to collect you. That was something he had drilled into your head many times. It led to you always being a bit too suspicious about strangers but you knew it was during moments like this one that your gut feeling was more important than anything.

It had been months now since you last took a self-defense class with Nat and you prayed you wouldn’t have to put any of that into play physically. But the least you could do was plan out an exit strategy. Sure, the hallway was empty and quiet. Screaming could work but may draw the wrong attention. If you could at least get beyond the guy or stall until Bucky was to arrive –

“And I’m insulted that you think you have a choice right now.” The man took a few steps closer to you, crowding you into a corner in the hallway junction, intentionally brushing his suit jacket open to reveal a gun. Unfortunately, you knew if some idiot was trying to use you as a bargaining chip with Steve, your life likely wasn’t in danger at that very moment. But that didn’t make the gun reveal comforting. In fact, your heart rate shot right up.

You just had to keep stalling.

He grabbed your wrist, trying to pull you in his direction. “Don’t make this harder than it has to be.”

You held your breath - very fondly remembering how calm and collected you were minutes ago when your massage ended. What would Natasha do? You held the man’s stare and spoke slowly, “You are making a very bad decision.”

Before he could return some cheeky comment, you heard the sound of a gun cocking. Bucky loomed over him, meeting your eyes across the top of his head. 

“Remove your fucking hand, Wesley.” 

You weren’t exactly sure what came over you, but the moment this man - Wesley - clocked that Bucky was behind him, you sensed him faltering. So, you sprung into action. You dropped your bag to free your opposite hand and immediately grabbed Wesley’s hand that was gripping your wrist. Once you found the weakest finger, you bent it backwards as hard as you could.

Wesley yelped out in pain, cursing as he released your arm. Bucky took over right after, yanking a stumbling Wesley’s collar to get him away from you. In what felt like an instant, Wesley was slammed against the opposite wall as Bucky put himself in front of you instead. 

Bucky turned to look back in your direction, though you replied before he could even ask, “I’m okay. Not hurt.”

He nodded then held up his finger, asking you to wait just a minute. In two strides Bucky was across the hall, delivering a kick to Wesley before he could get up. Bucky crouched down at his side, using his metal hand to grip the base of Wesley’s neck. Bucky leaned in and you couldn’t hear anything he was saying, but you could only guess the list of threats being delivered. Wesley’s face turned white as he absorbed whatever Bucky was promising.

Once Bucky was back to his feet, he picked up your bag from the ground and motioned down the hallway. You didn’t even bother casting another glance towards Wesley, who remained quietly on the floor as you departed. Bucky’s free hand cradled your lower back as you navigated to the elevator, where a swipe of your room key granted you access to the penthouse level of the hotel.

“I’m sorry.” Bucky’s words came out quietly as soon as the elevator doors closed. “I should have been there sooner.”

“Stop,” you replied with a shake of your head. “I should have just asked them if I could wait inside the spa foyer. It’s not your fault some guy tracked me down.”

“Some dumbass,” Bucky muttered out. “Steve trusted me to–”

“Bucky, come on.” You pivoted, reaching for his closest hand. “I’m fine. Nothing happened. Your timing was perfect. In fact, we should celebrate that I barely froze up and managed to maybe break his finger.”

Bucky grinned in return. “Oh, Stevie is going to be proud. I was impressed, doll.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Well, thanks. But it’s over now, so don’t dwell, okay? I’m not going to.”

Bucky squeezed your hand before you let go. “Okay. I don’t think I can forget seeing that moron’s hand on you but I’ll try to shake it off.”

For some reason, that reaction coming from Bucky made your heart twist. It was quite endearing, the way he seemed to care for you. It was probably safer not to think too hard about it.

When you got to the top floor, Bucky followed behind as you headed towards the suite. When you arrived with Steve earlier, the room almost felt like too much. No, it was definitely too much. But you decided it was okay to revel in the excess, since it wasn’t something you did often. 

The suite was spacious - your entire apartment would fit in just the sitting room. It had grand floor to ceiling windows across one side of the room, with a large comfy sectional for seating across from a dining table. On the end of the room, a set of French doors separated the sprawling king size bed and primary bathroom. God, you couldn’t wait to curl up next to Steve on that bed.

You flopped down onto the couch once you had dropped down your things. Bucky was lingering near the doorway still. 

“Bucky?” 

He entered further to meet you, eyebrows raised. “Yes?”

“Are you doing anything right now?” You offered him a smile as you reached towards the side table. You lifted up the room service menu. “Hungry?”

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 “So, how’s your mom doing after everything?” You slid the bowl of fries in Bucky’s direction as you asked. “Also, please feel free to finish these. I’m done.”

Together, you and Bucky had ordered a room service feast. Although Bucky did admit there was a poker game he had been invited to, you were happy to have his company. And from your point of view, it seemed Bucky was having a nice time too. You hadn’t seen him so relaxed and comfortable in a while. You liked that side of him.

Bucky laughed as grabbed the rest of the fries. “Winnie is good. She’s resilient, to a fault. She thinks her doc is crazy for asking her to quit smokin’ but she’s trying.”

“A heart attack is a good kick in the pants, I suppose,” you replied with a shrug. 

“I told her I’d quit too. I think that’s helpin’, like she’s not the only one who has to give it up.”

“Wait, really?” You turned on the couch to look at him. “Bucky, that’s amazing. I know that’s not easy.”

He laughed. “Can’t applaud me yet. It’s only been three weeks.” He reached into the inside pocket of his jacket to reveal a tin of mints. “I’m burning through a whole pack of these a day instead.”

“Gotta keep your mouth busy, huh.” You immediately gasped at your own comment, holding your hand to your mouth. “Oh, god, I’m sorry. That’s not what I–”

Bucky was smirking. “You’re not wrong, doll. It’s a bit of an issue.”

You couldn’t risk making any more comments about Bucky’s oral fixation, so you just reached for your glass of wine and returned your eyes to the TV. Bucky had let you pick out a movie, though you had really spent most of the evening just talking to each other. It was…nice. You just really wished Steve was there too. 

There was just something within you that wanted…you wanted them both.. and..

You shook your head, letting your thoughts trail off. Beside you on the couch, Bucky’s phone buzzed.

“Is that Steve?” You glanced over at him.

Bucky rolled his eyes as he looked at his screen. “No. He should be done soon, though.” He sighed, tossing his phone back down beside him. He laughed to himself. “That was Titania. Again.”

“Wait. Are you still seeing her?” You didn’t mean to sound so surprised. Bucky had brought her around a few times - a loud girl who had legally changed her name from Mary to Titania - and you were relieved when Bucky said he cut things off with her. In fact, you had been more than relieved. Something about the way she talked to Bucky, and every other person with a heartbeat nearby, had rubbed you the wrong way. 

“Christ, no.” Bucky was still laughing. “But she seems to be thinking otherwise tonight. I shouldn’t have wasted my little free time on her.”

“I never really liked her.” You placed your wine glass back on the table and leaned back on the couch, looking towards him. “You deserve better. And with the right person, I think you’d find the time. Steve and I make it work.”

Bucky mirrored your position, leaning back the same. He met your eyes. “Steve’s lucky to have you, doll. Really.” He opened his mouth to say something else, then snapped it shut again. 

Before you could pry, there was a sound at the door. Bucky shot up immediately, stalking towards the entrance with his hand hovering at his hip. 

“Jesus, Buck. It’s just me.” Steve’s voice echoed through the suite, mixing in with Bucky’s as they both headed back to the seating area. 

Steve grinned when he saw you, quickly walking over to press a kiss to you over the back of the couch. "Hi sweetheart." After another kiss, he let out a long breath. “God, I’m happy to see you.”

“Me too.”

“How was your night at the spa?” When you hesitated to answer, casting a glance towards Bucky first, Steve jumped back in. “What happened?”

Bucky sighed, heading towards the wet bar across the room. “I’m cracking into this bourbon.” 

You took that as the opportunity to explain what happened with Wesley, which appeared to just piss Steve off. You weren’t surprised by that, of course. But you were hoping to just move past the whole thing. He dropped down on the couch beside you and lifted his hand to cradle your jaw. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, I promise. I was annoyed more than anything.” You shifted to sit on your knees and kissed Steve again. “Besides, Bucky arrived just in time.”

Bucky sighed from across the room. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there earlier, Stevie. I just–”

“Buck, don’t. My girl is here safe and sound, that’s all that matters.” Steve paused, before looking back at Bucky. You saw Steve’s jaw tick, pausing and saying plenty with his eyes before he spoke. “Did you take care of it?”

Bucky nodded. “Barber sent out his crew. They’ll be waiting at Fisk’s warehouse.”

“Good. Barber owes me.” Steve let out a long breath, leaning against the couch once Bucky delivered him a glass of whiskey. 

Once he himself was empty handed though, Bucky started towards the door. “I’m gonna head out.”

“You don’t have to go, Buck,” Steve said, sipping his drink before relinquishing it to you and your grabby hands. 

You took a gulp and smiled, bouncing as you sat back on your knees. “We can finish the movie.”

Bucky shrugged, though he did return a smile. “I’m alright. You two have a good night.”

The moment Bucky was out the door, before Steve could get up to deadbolt the door behind him, you were straddling Steve’s lap. “Hi.”

“Oh, hi.” Steve grinned, taking back his drink from you and finishing it in one go. He deposited his glass on the closest surface and quickly got his hands on you, moving slowly up your thighs. 

“How was your meeting?”

“Long. Frustrating. Productive. But most importantly, over and done with.” His hands paused on your hips, giving you a gentle squeeze. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I am. I promise.”

He let out a long breath, closing his eyes briefly before locking his gaze on yours. “That idiot outside the spa— can’t say I’m not bothered by it still, sweetheart. Some of the people I have to work with.. Well, they should know better. They shouldn’t be talking to you, let alone tracking down where you are.”

“Would it make you feel better to know I might have broken his finger?”

“Marginally. He never should have touched you.”

“It was just my arm.”

“Doesn’t matter. No one should touch you without your consent - ever.”

“Steve.” You moved your hips slightly, leaning in closer to him. His arms wrapped tightly around your waist. “I’m okay. And I assume Bucky scared the shit out of him, given how the guy seemed to be sinking into the floor when we left. If I hadn’t asked Bucky to hang out, I have a feeling he would have tracked the guy down.”

“I’m glad Bucky was there.” He moved his hands up and down your back. “Did you two have a nice night?”

You scrunched up your face, chewing on your lip. “Uhm, yes.”

“What’s on your mind, baby?” You could see Steve searching your face, his smile growing bigger as he pieced your thoughts together. “You know, all I want is for you to be safe and happy. I’ll give you anything you ask for. You just gotta use your words, my love.” Steve moved your hips against his, holding back a groan. He whispered out your name.

You took a deep breath, bracing your hands on Steve’s shoulders. “I was just thinking. Well, maybe we should have invited Bucky to stay? We could all, uh, have a cocktail.. A sidecar? Could we.. ask him to come back?”

It didn’t seem possible for Steve’s grin to grow even more, but somehow it did. “Oh, yes. Yes we can.”

“Not that..” You froze momentarily, blinking away a ruffle of thoughts. “I’m happy to see you and I’d be more than content with us just –”

Steve cut you off with a kiss. “I know, sweetheart. But I would be lying if I said I haven’t thought about that night in my office and what other fun things we could do together. The three of us.”

“You’ve been thinking about it?” You couldn’t help giggling as Steve winked at you, reaching for his phone. 

While he called Bucky, you leaned in to press your lips against his neck. 

“Buck.. Yeah, no - everything’s okay… No emergency. Not sure how far you got - just wanted to invite you back for a nightcap.. Maybe for a grapefruit–.. Yes, exactly… She’s the one who suggested it, actually.” Steve paused to laugh. “Okay, I’ll take that as a yes. Okay. We’ll see you soon.”

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You and Steve made out for approximately two minutes after his phone call to Bucky ended. Then Steve pressed pause and did a quick check in with you. To make sure you were okay with everything, reminding you that the three of you would only proceed with what you were comfortable with. Although you really wanted to throw yourself all over him, you appreciated Steve’s attentiveness. 

“As much as you want me to be in charge,” Steve grabbed your hands and looked at you directly. “You are in charge. Don’t forget that. You’re calling the shots and if you want to stop, that’s it.”

“I know.”

“Can I hear you say it?”

“If I want to stop, it’s over. I decide.”

“Thank you.” Steve leaned in and pressed a kiss to your lips. “Now why don’t you go get ready while I wait for Bucky.” He growled against your skin as he pulled away. There was some underlying carnal energy within Steve that spilled out unexpectedly sometimes and god, you really loved it. 

To resist pacing around and letting insecurities creep in, you changed into a set of silk pajamas - a lacy tank top and shorts set you really loved. It made you feel both sexy and comfortable and you really needed that to calm your nerves.

You stood near the windows, watching over the lights across the Boston cityscape. Soon enough, you could hear Steve and Bucky’s voices. They were laughing about something and it quickly put you at ease. 

The doors pushed open and you couldn’t stop your heart from fluttering when Steve and Bucky walked in.

Steve, who was undoing the top few buttons of his shirt and smiling at you. Bucky was swallowing his own smile too, his tongue gliding across his lips as he met your eyes.

“Hi,” you squeaked out, nodding to Steve as he walked towards you. He discarded his suit jacket and grabbed your hand, pulling you away from the windows and closer towards the bed. He pressed a soft, deep kiss to your lips before slowly turning you around. Steve wrapped his arms around your waist, your back against his chest.

“Hi,” Bucky echoed back. He stopped just in front of you, pinning you with a soft stare. “Don’t you look nice, doll.”

“Thanks Bucky.” You reached your arm out, inside his jacket. Your hand brushed across his chest and you could swear you felt him holding his breath. Quickly you dipped into his inside pocket and found the tin of breath mints. “Can I have one?”

Bucky nodded. “Of course.”

You rattled the container and took one of the mints out, then very slowly placed it on your tongue.

It wasn’t lost on you the way Bucky’s eyes dropped to your mouth.

After a few beats, you turned your head to twist and look at Steve. “Stevie?” You repeated your slow movement, this time giving a mint to Steve instead. Steve closed his mouth around your finger after and you couldn’t help but giggle again.

“Christ, you two are going to kill me,” Bucky muttered out, dragging a hand down his jaw.

“Bucky?” You offered the tin of mints to him again and he shook his head. 

“There’s other things that’ll keep my mouth busy, I’m sure.”

You saw Bucky’s eyes flick to Steve’s briefly, then they were on you. 

Steve made his move first, practically growling as moved his hands up your body. Almost immediately his lips were soaring across your shoulders and neck, hands slipping under your tank top.

Bucky, though, stepped forward and extended his hand out to cradle your jaw. With one shift, his hand was gripping the side of your neck as he brought himself closer.

You were staring right at his lips now. Your eyes flicked up to meet his.

Bucky whispered out your name. “Is this okay? Can I touch you? Kiss you?”

You were already breathless from the way Steve was all over you, so you made a point to nod very clearly. “Yes.” Steve’s lips found the other side of your neck as you spoke. “Yes, anywhere.”

Bucky’s hand remained clamped on your neck as he grinned. He lead with his lips, crashing into yours with a fervour you hadn’t been prepared for. The impact nearly knocked you off your feet, but Steve kept his hands on your waist to steady you.

Bucky and Steve both caressed every inch of your exposed skin as their lips explored all over you. Your senses had never been so overwhelmed - the dim lights of the room seemed to heighten every touch, every whisper and moan, the mixture of their cologne and hints of whiskey and cigars. 

Soon enough, Steve was easing you down to lay on the bed. Bucky pulled back, tearing at the buttons of his own shirt. 

“Baby,” Steve spoke softly as you laid against one of the pillows. He kneeled at your side, leaning down to leave a trail of kisses along your neck. He tugged down the straps of your tank top, hands sliding over your soft skin as he massaged your breasts. 

You couldn’t hold back the moan of pleasure washing over you from his touch. 

“Baby..” He started again, biting back a smirk as he locked eyes with you. “I think Bucky wants to put his mouth to use. How does that sound?”

You propped yourself up on your elbows, moving your eyes from Steve back towards Bucky. Bucky, who was biting down on one of his knuckles as he stared back at you. “That sounds.. I’d really like that. It sounds nice.” Nice? You couldn’t manage to think of any other adjective but at least it made Bucky grin.

“Honey, I promise you a lot more than nice,” Bucky said as he stretched his neck, crawling onto the bed up towards you.

You and Steve both shifted slightly, slipping off your tank top as you adjusted. Steve leaned back against the headboard and you laid back against him, giving you a perfect angle to watch Bucky position himself between your legs.  

Bucky’s hands glided up and across your skin, applying bursts of pressure to massage your muscles as he kissed your inner thighs. You reached down to your waistband, but Bucky didn’t even bother waiting - he got there first, tugging your shorts down. You held your breath as you maneuvered them off, suddenly frozen as you realized you were… exposed, completely. 

You were splayed out on the bed, between these two powerful, sexy men and were you - did Bucky even want this - was this whole idea absolutely–

“Holy fuck,” Bucky breathed out, mouth agape. “God, you’re gorgeous. And already so wet, huh. Just for me and Stevie?” 

Your flurry of uncertain thoughts immediately disappeared as Bucky’s mouth got to work - like an electric shock as his tongue licked up and down your already damp center, sending a jolt through you as he circled your clit. 

Oh, yeah. Yeah. He wanted it. And god you were grateful.

You collapsed back against Steve, who had the audacity to chuckle at your reaction. Before you could try to sass him, his hands and lips were moving again. He kissed against your jaw and neck, as his hands gripped and pulled at your nipples. Each twist added another shock to your system, a joyful pairing with Bucky’s actions between your thighs.

You reached down and tangled your hands in Bucky’s hair, pulling against his tresses as his tongue worked overtime. 

“Oh, fuck. Oh god, I’m going to–” You were approaching a climax already, hips bucking upwards. Bucky took this as an opportunity to grip the underside of your thighs, holding you in place as he continued to lash against you with his tongue. 

“Just let go, baby,” Steve cheered you on as you quivered in his arms, shaking through the orgasm that flooded through every inch of you. “Take everything you need tonight.”

You stretched out and gripped the sheets as Bucky carried on, neglecting to even come up from air as he continued. A gasp escaped you as you felt one of his metal fingers against your entrance, pushing into you slowly as he continued his mouthwork.

Steve very gently moved you over onto a pillow again as he stood, meeting your lips again before he disappeared into the bathroom. Though you tried to, it was hard to even think about what Steve was doing while Bucky continued his handiwork. 

Though Bucky’s tongue had slowed down, his fingers were taking charge now - sliding in and out of you, crooked upwards at just the right angle to make you sing even louder. You gasped as another orgasm approached, once again pushing yourself up on your elbows to watch Bucky. God, what a sexy picture it was - Bucky working hard between your legs as his own hips were grinding against the bed, seemingly searching for any kind of friction he could get. 

Your focus was short lived though, as Bucky sped up again and waves of pleasure rolled through you once more. You twitched through the aftershocks, eyes tightly closed as you fell into the pillows. 

“Bucky..” Your chest heaved as you came down, heart thumping in your chest. You barely noticed Bucky’s mouth pull back and then you heard it - a few clicks followed by a buzzing noise. 

You opened your eyes and lifted your head, finding Steve standing at the end of the bed beside Bucky. And in Steve’s hands was one of your vibrator’s - a small, little bullet style vibe that you sometimes slip in with your bathroom items when you’re staying at Steve’s. And that devil of a man had taken it upon himself to grab it.

“You’re a menace,” you whispered out, though you couldn’t hide the smirk on your face. 

Steve, who had stripped down to just his boxers, shot you a wily grin. He tossed the vibrator onto the bed, within your reach. “My turn..” 

Bucky sat up, winking at you before he moved off the bed. He started to remove the rest of his clothes before he crawled up beside you, leaning back against the headboard, cock hard in his hand. 

Steve peeled his boxers off, tugging on your ankles to bring you closer to him as he stood at the end of the bed. Fuck - where were you supposed to even look? Ahead of you, where Steve was spitting into his hand before stroking his cock, getting ready to split you in half. Or to your side, where Bucky was salivating and touching himself as he watched you and Steve.

“Baby.” Steve’s voice grabbed your attention. “Looks like Bucky got you all ready for me..” He kneeled onto the bed and slowly rubbed his cock against you, sucking in a hard breath at the feeling. 

You let out a low moan at the feeling, pushing your hips upwards in a desperate attempt for more friction. “Stevie, please. I need you.”

Steve chuckled, wetting his thumb in his mouth before reaching down and circling it against your clit. “I need you too, sweetheart. All night in that dumb fuckin’ meeting - you bet I was thinking about you, how sweet you’d feel.” He gripped himself again and lined against your entrance, pushing in with a hard thrust.

Fuck. Every single time - Steve felt incredible, as if he was designed for you. And he could read you like a book, as if you were something he memorized a long time ago and knew front to back. He always seemed to know just what you needed and when. This particular instance wasn’t any different.

Steve laid his hard body on top of yours, once again crushing his lips against yours as his hips rutted into you. It was hard, fast, and possessive, especially as Steve started to practically growl into your neck.

He slowed down briefly as he adjusted, returning to just his knees. He held your thighs up, bracing himself and changing the angle of your hips. To a position right where–

“Oh, fuuuuck,” you whined, once again grasping at the bedsheets.

“Jesus, you know just how to make her sing, Steve,” Bucky added in. “It’s incredible.”

“Wanna help me out?” Steve didn’t let up his pace as he pointed at the small vibrator, nestled against the swath of pillows.

Bucky grinned, nodding happily as he moved towards you on the bed. He grabbed the toy with one hand, kneeling at your side. The other continued to grip his cock, slow and steady. 

You looked up towards Bucky, catching his smirk as he knelt at your side. You bit your lip, stifling your moans as Steve continued his steady thrusts. 

Bucky clicked the toy on, cycling through the different settings before he brought it down against your skin. Slowly, he dragged it across your chest, your nipples, your soft stomach. 

You took in a breath, reaching your hand out to grab his. Then, you helped him position it right where—

“Fuck, fuck—” You shrieked as the vibrations met your clit, involuntary clenching at the electric sensation. “Right-ri-ght there. Please. Don’t stop.” You heard Steve laughing. Menace.

Bucky didn’t relent though, neither of them did. As Steve drilled into you, Bucky swirled the toy around your center - changing the pulses and pressures as he listened to your reactions. 

As you felt another climax coming, Bucky pulled the toy away and leaned down to bring his mouth to yours. “You’re gorgeous, doll.” He bit at your lip. “So fucking sexy. I want to see you come again - show me.”

It wasn’t a command per se, you had free will. But the minute Bucky returned those vibrations to your clit, you were done for. It wasn’t even your own decision, your body ricocheted through the waves as you quivered. Your thighs tensed up under Steve’s hands as he stilled his movements, steady and hard inside you. 

As Bucky pulled away, turning off the toy, you caught your breath. 

Steve squeezed your ankle, asking for your attention. “Baby, are you okay? Do you want to stop or take a break?” 

You couldn’t help but grin. Christ, Steve was buried in you and Bucky was hard at your side. Despite that, you knew you could call it now if you were getting tired. But you really, really didn’t want to.

A smile crawled onto your face as you met Steve’s gaze. “I’m okay, really. I’m.. I want more.”

Steve smirked, sliding his tongue across his lips. He held eye contact with you for another moment before he looked at Bucky instead. “You got a condom?”

Bucky immediately nodded, but turned his attention to you before he moved. You bit your lip and nodded before he could get his question out. And when his face lit up, you couldn’t stop yourself from giggling.

Moments later, Steve was the one sitting back against the headboard. You had flipped over onto your hands and knees, crawling up to meet him for a kiss while Bucky retrieved a condom from his wallet. Steve groaned into your mouth as you took his length in your hands, still slick and glistening with evidence of you.

“I gotta be totally honest here,” Bucky said from behind you, dealing with the packaging. “Steve, when you called - I barely.. I barely made it back to my room, already had to fucking rub one out thinking about..”

You sat up on your knees, still lazily stroking Steve as you looked back to Bucky. “Thinking about me?”

Bucky was grinning again. “Uh huh. You. Stevie. You and Stevie, doll. Dreaming about feeling you again - feeling this..” He knelt onto the bed, reaching for your hips to pull you back to him. “Thank god I did though - don’t wanna blow it too soon now..”

You just laughed again, wiggling your ass as Bucky positioned himself behind you. Steve reached for you too, pulling you down to brace yourself on his thighs. 

Steve gripped your cheek in his hand, meeting your eyes as Bucky started to press in. It was a feeling you never thought you’d experience and words to describe it fell away. The special, satisfying awe that consumed Steve’s face as Bucky thrusted into you was something else. 

“Baby,” Steve said with a coy smile. “That feel good?”

You couldn’t even formulate a response. Good wasn’t the right descriptor but it was so good. It felt right and wrong and hot and so fucking good. 

All you could manage to do is smile, gripping Steve’s legs as Bucky moved against you. 

“Cause if it’s not good enough, baby.. we can put Bucky in a timeout. Make him watch instead.”

“Rogers, you motherfucker,” Bucky bit back with a laugh. “You know I’ll take care of your girl.” He still for a moment then, releasing a hand from your hip to lean forward. He kissed your lower back gently, snaking his hand underneath your body to find your clit as he shifted his hips. “I’ll always take care of her.”

A moan escaped you. Steve brushed his hand across your forehead. “You’re doing so well, love. Look at you.”

That made you melt, smiling even bigger as you looked back up at Steve. Then, well, you got to work, too. 

Collapsing one hand, you leaned in and grabbed Steve’s cock. It was hot and velvety against your skin. You took it in your mouth next, sinking down to take as much as you could without losing all your breath.

“Fuuuuck,” Steve released his own moan, immediately grabbing the sides of your face to guide you. “That’s it. Jesus Christ. This is quite the view, baby.” 

Behind you, Bucky seemed to hum in agreement. His hand worked against your clit to bring you over the edge once more, before retreating to slap your ass cheeks with a warm palm. 

“This fucking ass, honey. It’s a gift.” 

It all felt like a whirlwind, a dream sequence you could live in forever. Ahead of you, Steve was peppering you with praise as you took care of him. You were sloppy and messy and hungry, alternating between your hands and mouth. If Steve wanted to be a menace, you’d repay him the same. 

And behind you, Bucky treated his actions with intention. Like a strategy for ensuring you both enjoyed yourselves as long as possible. He was steady and firm, showering you with compliments as he fucked you. 

All three of you escaped into ecstasy, chasing your good feelings together. 

“Christ, I’m going to - hold on, hold on,” Bucky slowed down, in an attempt to edge himself instead of going over the edge. 

You pulled your mouth from Steve with a pop, sitting up on your knees to look back at Bucky. 

“Come up here,” you reached for his hand, motioning for him to sit up at the top of the bed beside Steve. “Let me do some work.”

“Not gonna argue with that, doll,” he replied, winking before he moved onto the bed. 

Steve was laughing again, crossing his arms behind his head while you moved to straddle Bucky. “I like this view, too. Don’t hold back, baby.” 

You made a point to lean over and press a kiss to Steve, before doing the exact same to Bucky, too. Then you lined him up and sunk down, letting out a string of curse words as you got used to the new position. 

Steve was always plenty and you loved how it felt to ride him. And now, you couldn’t help but be curious how Bucky would compare. 

“Oh-ohh my god,” you said quietly, slowly rocking your hips. “Yes, this is.. fuck.” You leaned forward once more, crashing your lips against Bucky’s as you continued to move. He let you control the pace, both hands cradling your jaw as you fought his tongue. 

When you paused, clenching all your muscles, Bucky seemed to shake. “Honey.. that’s.. you’re amazing. Fuck, you feel so good.” You kissed him again and pulled back, stretching your arms up. “You’re fucking beautiful. Look at you.” He stroked his hands against your thighs, up across your stomach, each hand landing on a breast as he twisted your nipples between his fingers.

Steve made a move from his seat, once again reaching for your vibrator. He clicked it on and brought it to the apex of your thighs, holding it against your clit as you moved up and down on Bucky. 

“Oh my god,” Bucky said through gritted teeth. 

Steve shot him a smirk. “Think you can hold out?”

“You are a fuckin’ menace,” Bucky barked back, leaning back even further into the pillows behind him. He called out your name. “Why do you put him with him?”

You sucked in a deep breath as Steve increased the speed of the vibrator. “He’s good with his hands… mouth.. dick. He’ll make me come a dozen times before he gets off..” 

“The list goes on,” Steve finished for you, reaching an arm out to brace you before you collapsed through another climax. He gently laid you back down against Bucky, then Steve moved behind you again. “You stay right there, baby.” 

With a quick lift of your hips, Bucky slid out from you and Steve was quick to slide in. You pressed against Bucky’s check, kissing against his neck and jaw as Steve pulsed into you. 

“So fucking sexy,” Bucky whispered out against your jaw. 

“Do you like this, sweetheart? Being between us?” Steve’s hands felt like a vice on your hips, holding on for dear life as he worked into you. “What if you had both of us? At the same time?”

Steve laughed as he felt you react, squeezing him as he was sheathed inside. 

“Not today. Not yet.. but fuck, imagine we both could fill you up. What do you think, Buck?” Steve stopped himself and shifted. 

Christ, they were changing places again. Steve eased you right back onto Bucky, who happily picked up his pace. 

“Shit. I’d love that.” They continued like this, talking filthy desires as they took turns with you. All you could do was lay against Bucky’s chest, relaxing into the pace as they fucked you. 

Before he tagged in again, Steve gently moved you from Bucky and got you onto your back again. “I’m gonna blow, sweetheart. I wanna fill you up.” 

Once Steve was inside you again, he leaned down and pressed his chest to yours. You hooked your legs around him, melting away as he groaned out your name. With a few final hard thrusts he was grunting, growling as he reached his peak. 

Catching his breath, he slowly raised himself back up, dragging his cock from you. 

You caught your breath, eyes closed as you clutched the sheets. When you opened them, Steve was staring down in awe as the evidence leaked out of you. 

Bucky knelt beside you, aggressively pulling at his condom before removing it and stroking his cock. 

You extended your legs open a bit wider, inviting him towards you. He shuffled ahead with a smile, very easily hitting his own orgasm as he spilled out and came over your mound. 

You let out a happy sigh, running your fingers through it and down into your folds. You managed to quiver at even that touch, falling back onto the bed as you let all your muscles relax. 

It was hard to believe all that had just happened. You stayed laying on the bed, lost in a blissful daze. Maybe they had both kissed you again, you recalled Bucky saying thank you even. Actually, you weren’t even sure if Steve and Bucky were still there beside you - though Steve did quickly bring you back down to earth when he joined you on the bed again, cleaning you up with a warm cloth. 

You knew you should go to the bathroom and clean up, but you were resistant to pop the bubble. This has been an unexpected sensual experience - connecting with both Steve and Bucky in a way you hadn’t anticipated. You had like all of it - no, you loved it. 

The soft touches, the consideration, the attentiveness, the very obvious shared goal of making sure you were having the best experience. 

You couldn’t predict if this would change anything. Well, no. Things had certainly changed - once you did this with another person, you couldn’t go back. But knowing that this entire thing happened with Bucky, it warmed a new part of your heart. 

The fact that even now, only minutes after both Steve and Bucky had been inside you, they were shooting the shit and Bucky was pouring another round of whiskey, you knew things wouldn’t be different in a bad way. 

It was, perhaps, something really, really good instead. 

Following a long hot shower and another late night round of room service with the boys, you were ready for bed - to sleep. You surprised yourself staying up even a bit later given you were properly tuckered out after your bedroom activities. 

Judging by Steve’s yawns, he was following behind you. 

While you and Steve got up off the couch, Bucky hesitated. Before he could say anything, you glanced at Steve for confirmation before looking at Bucky. 

You searched Bucky’s face for a moment, to see if you were all on the same page. Then, you smiled. “I think you should just crash here, Buck. It’s a big bed.” 

A slow grin appeared on Bucky’s face, too. He looked at Steve then back to you. “You sure?”

“Of course, punk.” Steve rolled his neck then grabbed your hand. “Watch out for drool from this one, though.”

You just giggled and extended your free hand out to Bucky. “And fair warning, Steve is a furnace.”

“Oh, I know, doll. Not the first time I’ve shared a bed with the idiot.”

You smiled even wider. “Oh, really? And who is usually the big spoon?” 

Steve just laughed. “I guess you’re about to find out, baby.”

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FIN. that's all for now folks, thank you for reading!!!

(tbh, I can see a part 3 to this but not anytime soon!)

[plussizefantasia]

Date Day

Summary: You plan a date day for you and your boys. It goes to plan... mostly.

Pairing: Stucky x f!reader

Warnings: 18+ Content ahead! Other than that, reader has female pronouns and some nicknames (sugar, sweetheart) It's mostly fluff though not gonna lie.

Word Count: 3.5k

A/N: Woohoo! This is my submission for Essie's Summer Lovin' 300 follower celebration! @bigtreefest is one of my writing inspirations and I wanted to celebrate with her <3 Congrats, Essie on 300 followers, here's to the next 300 and even more after that!

There are also a lot of firsts for me in this one, first time posting something smutty, first time writing for more than one love interest and I think I did a pretty damn good job so I hope you all like it!

You loved to spoil your boys, it wasn't very often that they would let you but when you managed to convince them to let you take the reigns on date night, it always turned out very well.  Steve and Bucky were never easy to convince. They loved to take care of you and wanted you to just be able to let go with them; not having to worry about anything when it was the three of you.

  However, you had finally managed to get the boys to relax for one day. One whole day that you were going to plan to a T. All three of you had work off, the boys weren’t likely to be called in anytime soon and you were so looking forward to it.

  The day would start softly, the boys were early risers and you were a light sleeper so you had no worries of sleeping in necessarily. They woke you up with soft kisses spread across your body. Bucky always slept at your back. It was the side in between you and the door and he slept better knowing he could keep the two of you safe. Steve usually slept at your front, most of the time with his head resting on your chest and his arms wrapped around your hips. `

 Steve wakes first, still wrapped in your arms with one of his hands clutched in Bucky’s behind your back. He peppers kisses on your chest where his head rests and begins to pull himself up closer to your head. His movement wakes Bucky and he tightens his grip on Steve’s hand, bringing it closer to his mouth and placing a single kiss on his still scraped-up knuckles before releasing it and rolling onto his back.

Your eyes flutter open slowly, the feeling of Steve’s lips along your skin making a smile spread across your face. “Morning baby,” You whisper to him, threading your fingers through his hair, mussing it up more than it already was.

“What about me?” Bucky reaches an arm around you and pulls you closer to his chest, away from Steve. Steve glares at him before making a slew of grumpy noises as he scoots closer to you once more. You can’t help but giggle at the scene of your overgrown puppy of a boyfriend pouting like a kid. 

“Relax boys, I have more than enough sugar to go around.” You place a kiss on Steve’s head before turning your torso and planting one on Bucky’s waiting lips too.

“Yeah, Sugar? You got enough to go around?” Steve’s lips curve up into a devilish smirk and he begins running his hand up the outside of your thigh, wiggling his eyebrows. Bucky picks up the memo quickly and soon you have both boys running their hand all over your body.

“Down boys, I have planned a whole day for us and I refuse to let you seduce me into staying in bed all day.” You said, no fire behind your words.

“Who said anything about all day Sugar? How about just the next thirty minutes.” Bucky moves his hand up to the side of your neck, turning your head so you are looking at him. Steve coughs in the back of his throat from his position, still propped against your tummy and very much still caressing any and all skin he can get his hands on. 

“Okay, maybe an hour.” Bucky concedes. 

“You have one hour, any more than that and I’ll have to start cutting stuff which will make me super sad.” You learned very early on in this relationship that the boys loathe making you sad, they’d do almost anything to keep you happy and you’ll milk the hell out of that if it means keeping your plans.

“Don’t worry doll, we can do a lot in an hour.” Steve winks at you and in one movement flips you onto your stomach. He crawls over you so that he’s practically laying on you. “Especially with the proper motivation.” He presses down on you so that you feel the hardness contained within the sweatpants he wore to bed. 

“Consider yourselves motivated then.” You say from your spot on the bed, turning your head to find Bucky standing on the side of the bed, in a very similar state to Steve.

Bucky smirks at you before shedding his clothes and moving in close. He practically shoves Steve off of you and yanks you by the legs towards him. “Sugar, we’re always motivated when it comes to you.” He flips you back over and pulls you even closer to him, your legs in his arms and your body lying at the edge of the bed.

Bucky falls to his knees and brings your legs with him, placing one on each of his shoulders. Steve grumbles and his adorable pout returns to his face for a moment before you reach out for him again. He takes your hand and lets you pull him to your side. You take his hand and place it on your neck. Licking your lips sightly and looking back and up at him from where you lay.

“You have fifty-five minutes left.” You smile at him.

“Brat.” the two of them say in unison, the word bursting with affection.

They use their time well you have to admit. Bucky feasts on you from his position between your legs, he makes you finish twice before he even moves and you have a sneaking suspicion that this is going to be one of those times when the boys try to one-up each other. 

Steve quickly removes your top and starts lavishing your breasts with attention, leaving love marks all over them and across your collarbone. Once Bucky is satisfied with you, Steve takes his place, making you cum once more on his fingers. He takes you apart methodically, using every trick in his book. 

Both boys manhandle you seven different ways to Sunday and you can’t help but giggle every time they do. Your previous partner wasn't nearly as strong as your boys are, and having two men who can lift, flip, and throw you around has done wonders for your self-esteem in the bedroom. 

They close out the hour together, laying on your sides similarly to how you woke up. Steve lays at your front, placing sloppy kisses up and down your neck, occasionally catching your mouth with his, not too often though. Both of the boys love your noises too much to swallow them. They fill you up perfectly, as one thrusts in the other pulls out, this goes on for far longer than you’d like, the boys taking you to the edge a couple of times before they finally let you fall over. They follow you quickly and the three of you lay together in one big heap of limbs and sweat. 

Bucky looks over to the clock on the wall, “Four minutes to spare.” He chuckles out.

You groan lovingly and throw your head back against his chest. “Good, it’s going to take at least that long for me to be able to function again.”

Steve laughs at that and pulls away from you. “Well, while you learn how to function again I’ll go make us some coffee.”

Bucky follows Steve’s example also pulling away from you and heading to the bathroom to get a wet washcloth to clean the three of you up. He pulls Steve back into him by the wrist before he’s able to leave the bedroom. He kisses him deeply and smiles like a goof at him. “Good Morning.” Steve laughs and kisses him back before pushing his lover closer to the bed.

“Morning Punk.” 

You smile like an idiot at both of them, loving to see your two favorite people be in love, especially because you know how good that love feels.

Bucky cleans you up quickly and pulls you out of bed with the promise of pancakes and scrambled eggs. You kiss him before he leaves the bedroom and set out to begin preparations for the day. 

You dress quickly, having planned weeks ahead in your mind what you would wear. Once you finish picking out your own outfit you pick outfits out for both of your lovers. You pull out a white undershirt and colorful button-up for Steve, along with a pair of khaki shorts. For Bucky you pull a deep red shirt that he loves, it’s a lightweight knit piece with a small V and buttons running down the front. You lay a pair of black jeans next to it and smile at your choices. 

You make your way to the kitchen where you hear your boy’s bustling around. Bucky is making good on his promise; making pancakes and adding each of your favorite mix-ins. Bananas for Steve, chocolate chips for yourself, and blueberries for him. Steve is next to him making the scrambled eggs and looking handsome while doing it.

“So Sugar, gonna let us in on the plans for today.” Bucky looks up from the pan and cocks his head at you.

“Well, I thought we could start the day with a trip to the boardwalk, followed by a picnic on the beach, and then finishing up with dinner at that diner the two of you like so much?” 

“Sounds like a great day sweetheart, when do we need to leave?” 

“I knew you two wouldn’t be able to keep your hands to yourselves so I scheduled the car to come pick us up in about forty-five minutes. Plenty of time to eat, and for you two to get dressed while I grab the rest of what we’ll need.”

Steve places your coffee in front of you and presses his lips to the top of your head. “You think of everything Sweetheart.” You practically preen at his praise and cover your smile with your mug. 

Bucky finishes breakfast and the three of you eat and talk for a couple of minutes before you shoo them off to get ready and you start putting the last touches on the picnic basket you had prepared the night before. Also grabbing a nice big outdoor blanket, some sunscreen, and some snacks because if you know your loves and you do, you know that they will certainly get hungry again before it’s time for lunch.

The boys come back into the living room and you whistle at them in their outfits. Steve smiles bashfully and puts his hands in his pockets while Bucky smirks and gives you a little twirl showing off your choices.

“Thanks for the fashion expertise Sugar.”

“What can I say, I love taking care of my boys.” You shrug before handing the picnic basket to Bucky along with his sunglasses a hair tie and a baseball cap. You hand the backpack with all the other stuff in it to Steve along with his hat, wallet, and phone. You grab your purse off the counter and place your own sunnies on your head before clapping your hands together. 

“Alrighty Gents, who is ready for the best date day they’ve ever had.” You grab one hand from each of them as they take their rightful places at your side and lead them out to the black SUV you arranged to take you to the pier. 

The morning is going well, Steve and Bucky walk hand in hand with you up and down the boardwalk, looking and laughing at all the dumb junk in the tourist shops that line each side of the pier. Bucky begs you both to stop for ice cream and you can never say no to him so you do, continuing your day now each holding a cone in your hand. You drop Bucky’s hand to hold your own ice cream and he looks downright offended before you point out that he was the one who wanted ice cream in the first place.

Walking the boardwalk was nice, it was a perfect day too. Not too hot and with a nice breeze that made everything look so beautiful. The trees sway and the birds are flying. Your boys stay by your side the whole time and the three of you walk and talk, you go up and down the pier before you start guiding them to the spot on the beach you had scoped out earlier. You don’t stop the conversation and just take in the time you had with your lovers, cherishing these quiet days when none of you had anything to do but love each other. 

Eventually, you happen on the spot, it's a little further down the beach from all the people which affords you the privacy you need. Being with two heroes is nice in a lot of ways and not so nice in some others. People recognize your boys all the time and usually, it's not a problem, most of the public is super nice and doesn’t take up a lot of time but you really just want today to be the three of you, with no interruptions and no random people coming up to you.

You task Steve with setting out the blanket and Bucky with finding some rocks to weigh down the edges. He quickly pecks your lips before giving you a joking salute and setting down the beach. When the blanket is all set out and secured you sit down with the basket and begin pulling things out. Starting with the cooler that holds the sparking white wine and the strawberries that you had already cut. You pull out a container of turkey and cheese pinwheels, some chips and salsa, deviled eggs which Steve loves, and lemon bars which Bucky loves. As you reach in to grab the last container your hand meets something wet and sticky and you groan.

“Why’s it… sticky?” You pull your hand out along with the broken plastic container full of chopped watermelon and make a face at the residue on your hand. Bucky laughs at the look on your face and takes the watermelon from you. Steve jumps into action and begins looking in the backpack you packed for any napkins or wet wipes but before he can find them, Bucky takes your hand in his and runs his tongue down the side of your wrist licking up the juice. 

You pull your hand from him and give him a look, “Now my hand is sticky and covered in spit, thank you, James.”

“Just trying to help Sugar.” He winks at you.

“No, Stevie was trying to help,” You take the wet wipe from his outstretched hand, “You were being a perv.”

“I told you Sugar, when you’re around I’m… motivated.”

“You need to be motivated to eat all the food I packed because it’ll go bad before we get back home.”

“It looks great Sweetheart, thank you for making everything.” Steve, grabs one of the pinwheels you made and takes a bite, moaning a bit at the taste.

“Damn it Steve, now I’m… motivated.”

“I can help you with that Sugar.” Bucky wiggles his eyebrows at you. 

“I appreciate the offer Honey, but I don’t want sand to get all up, everywhere.”

“Fair enough Sugar.”

The three of you spend several hours lounging around the beach, you don’t have anything else planned until dinner later so you let yourself relax a little bit. The boys have no problem finishing all the food you packed and after a while of just sitting and watching the waves, they get a little restless. 

You smile and shake your head. You really do know your boys. You pull the backpack closer to you fishing out the frisbee you brought and a book for yourself. You toss the plastic disk at Steve, “Go crazy you too.”

They practically jump up and start running a little ways away from the blanket lest you accidentally get caught in the crossfire. Sometimes you forget that they haven't had much time to be young, the war stole so much from them and neither of them has had the chance to let go in a really long time. 

They play and you read for another hour or so, you occasionally take glances at them. They’ve graduated from just tossing the disk back and forth to trying some trick shots. Their laughter lifts your heart and sticks a smile firmly on your face. 

What drops your smile though is the sudden darkening of the sky and the water that falls from the heavens shortly after. Your book gets splattered with a couple of drops at first and you glance up at the sky, cursing lightly. It wasn’t supposed to rain today, you double and triple-checked the weather before you left. 

It certainly wasn’t supposed to start absolutely pouring, it’s like the sky opened up and in a single moment you and everything around you were soaked. 

The boys run back towards you as you scramble to start packing everything back up. They help and in a few minutes, the three of you are once again, hand in hand except this time you’re sprinting down the beach back toward the bridge you had passed earlier. You practically collapse once you’re under the shelter. Dropping everything in one big pile and falling backward into the sand. 

The boys look at you in concern for a few seconds before you just start bursting out in laughter. You look like a drowned rat you’re sure but they still look at you with heart-eyes. They sit down next to you and start laughing along with you. The rain only lasts for a few more minutes, departing just as quickly as it arrived.

“Looks clear Sugar, we can go.” Bucky pulls the backpack onto his shoulder and stands, offering you his hand to pull you up.

“Damn, we can’t go to the diner dripping wet and covered in sand.”

“How about…” Steve starts, “We head home, take a shower get changed, and order a pizza from that place in the city you like. Then we can watch a movie and snuggle on the couch for the rest of the night.” He pulls you into his chest, looking down at you and pushing some wet strands of hair off your neck.

“That sounds fantastic Stevie, what do you think Buck?” You turn to look at him.

“I just want to spend time with you, I don't care where.”

“Sap.” You throw at him. He just shrugs and walks closer to you and Steve, wrapping his arms around you both and placing a kiss on the side of both of your heads. 

“Alright,” you go to pull out your phone, “I’ll call the car and we can head home.

The car doesn’t take long to meet you back at the entrance to the beach, you make a mental note to apologize to the driver for getting sand on the seats and add a couple of bucks to the tip you had planned.

When the three of you get home you do just as Steve said. All three of you make your way to your bathroom, you strip out of your still kind of wet clothes and climb into the shower together. You each take turns washing each other, sharing kisses, and cleaning all the sand from your bodies. 

You get out and put on some pajamas, a pair of loose cotton shorts, and a tank top along with a pair of socks that have dinosaurs on them. You had bought a pair of them for each of you as a simple no reason kind of gift. 

You make your way out to the living room where Steve and Bucky have already begun setting up, lighting some candles, and putting your favorite and most soft blanket through a quick cycle in the dryer to get it nice and toasty.

“Alright Sugar, the pizza is on its way the couch is set up for some serious snuggling action all we need now is our girl and a movie to watch.” He pulls you down so that you are lying across both him and Steve, your legs propped up on Steve’s legs. He immediately grabs ahold of your calves and starts massaging the flesh there. 

Steve puts on Muppets from Space, one of the hundreds of movies on the list he and Bucky have to still watch and he dims the lights with his phone.

“You know, I wanted to take care of you guys today, this isn’t really fair.” You spoke out into the room.

“You do take care of us Sweetheart, every day you take care of us.”

“Yeah sugar, you took care of everything today, you scheduled the car for an hour later, you packed some of our favorites, you brought a frisbee and you had planned a nice dinner at the place we love. It’s not your fault the day got messed up by some rain.”

“Still, I almost got everything perfect.”

“Sweetheart, every day with you is perfect whether or not we end up soaking wet and covered in sand.” Steve squeezes your thigh to drive his point home.

“I love you guys.” You sit up to give each of them a kiss.

“We love you too sugar, now hush I want to find out what kinda creature Gonzo is.”

“I take it back, I love Stevie, I tolerate you.” You stick your tongue out at Bucky.

“Brat.” the two of them say in unison, voices laced with affection.

[awesomerextyphoon]

Tony: What the fuck is that smell?!

You: It's the Red Line.

Tony: Does it always smell like this?

Steve: New York's worse.

Bucky: How the fuck did that happen?

You: Classism, Racism, Divestment from Infrastructure...

Tony: Yeah, yeah, yeah. Why am I here, though?

You: Our informant insisted on telling you the codes in person, and Bucky refused to take the limo or Uber.

Tony: Fucking Hells, Tinman! You wanted to see me suffer, didn't you?!

Bucky: Very much so.

Steve: Tony, it's only one ride.

You: He's only like this cuz doesn't have much control of this environment. It's going to be fine. Millions of people go through this everyday.

Tony: It still sucks. And how much does the audio system has to sound off?

Bucky: Maybe you do something about it.

You: Like maybe helping cities with their transit systems? I have some designs and user interface specs.

Tony: Seriously?

You: If you're interested.

Steve: We do need to work on our Public Image, Tony.

You: Especially after what happened near South Bend.

Tony: ...Fine.

You: Yay!!

Tony: This informant better be worth it.

----

Nat: What's this about a 'Stark Transit Initiative?

You: I finally got Stark to take public transit.

Wanda: You that entire thing could've done over Zoom.

You: True. But no way in Hell he's finding out. Right, F.R.I.D.A.Y.?

F.R.I.D.A.Y: I heard nothing. Tony sees nothing.

You: Perfect.

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[potatothots]

No waiting! In my pants, now!!!

it's nice to have a friend

pairing: stucky x curvy!reader

warnings: fluff. tinge of angst. longing. mutual pining. no smut but all my works are considered 18+ only regardless.

words: 1.7k

notes: loosely based off this prompt: platonic forehead kisses starting to give u the feels. LIKE ITS SOMETHING MAGICAL. i'm currently pmsing and work killed me so i was only able to get to this drabble done today. hoping to do the bucky request tomorrow! <3 thank you in advance for reading and reblogging. comments and feedback are always welcome and so appreciated!

“I’m fine, Steve,” you laugh as you try to swat his hand away.

You still as he catches it in his instead, pulling it down and holding it as he runs his thumb over your hand. You watch him as he keeps his gaze down, tracking his own movements and appearing deep in thought.

It’s soft and silent in the dim light of the kitchen, a little past midnight, seemingly only you and him awake at this hour.

You’d gotten back from your mission just a few hours ago and Steve had been your shadow from the tarmac up until you were cleared by Dr. Cho and could head to living quarters.

You had a small gash on your forehead and some bruised knuckles but really you felt fine. Kate and Peter weren’t as unscathed as you and Clint but all in all, the mission was a success. And truly, there was nothing for anyone, especially not Steve, to be worried about.

You and Steve were close, close enough that you considered him to be one of your best friends here at the tower, but despite that, you still had no idea why he was so concerned about you tonight.

He’d been worrying over you since you’d stepped foot off the jet. Not outright, but you could tell he was following you because he wanted to keep an eye on you. You finally convinced him you were good, or so you’d thought, and had some time to yourself as you showered and got ready for bed. When you came out to grab something to eat before letting sleep finally take you for the night, that was when you’d found him sitting in the kitchen.

Only the dimmer was on as he sat at the counter sketching something in his notebook. He noticed your presence right away and got up from his seat to meet you at the cabinet you were at.

He’d instantly went for the mug he knew you were going to reach for and handed it to you as you watched him, having relaxed with your backside against the counter when he came over.

You’d caught yourself admiring him as he got you your mug but you tried to quickly shut those thoughts down and instead focused on just how lucky you were to call Steve a friend. His concern wasn’t necessary, but it was nice to know he cared.

You took the mug from him and when you set it down on the counter, he once again tried to fuss over the small gash that would likely leave a little physical memory of the mission. Not that you minded all that much.

You tried to brush his hand away but he caught yours and kept hold of it as you let him.

As Steve continued to stroke his thumb over your soft, sensitive skin, you couldn’t help but notice the crease in his brows and the tightness of his jaw as he rubbed gently at the bruises.

You couldn’t imagine this was all because of you, but something was obviously up.

“Steve,” you spoke softly, waiting for him to look at you once more.

His bright blue eyes met yours and the worry you found in them had you sighing.

“What’s wrong?” You asked as you gently squeezed his hand. “And don’t say nothing. I think I know you well enough to know that something is, so spill.”

He smiled halfheartedly at you, an almost pained look in his eye before he shook his head.

He lifted your hand to his lips and placed a delicate kiss to your knuckles before he let go. You thought your heart might just stop beating entirely at the action as your breathing stilled unbidden.

You watched him as he took a small step back from you. The look in his eye wasn’t one you could name now but it had your stomach twisting..in a good way.

“I’m just glad you’re okay,” he said as he took you in with his eyes.

Your brows furrowed lightly before you gave a small smile. That was far from the whole answer and you knew it, but you wouldn’t press him on it right now.

“I hadn’t realized how late it was,” he continued when he glanced over at the time on the stove. “I should probably get some sleep. And you should, too,” he said turning his head back to face you and fixing you with a look you could only laugh at.

“Will do, Captain,” you chuckled lightly with a nod. “Soon as I find something to eat.”

“I think Bucky has leftover pizza in the fridge if you want,” he offered.

You scoffed and your eyes narrowed at him, “Do you want me dead?” you asked in faux incredulity, earning a soft laugh in return.

“I won’t tell if you don’t,” he smirked. “Besides, if he knows it was you, I don’t think he’d mind.”

“Thanks,” you smiled as you pushed off the counter to head to the fridge.

Before you got there, though, you were stopped as Steve’s arms wrapped around you in a hug. You found yourself pressed right against his chest and though it took you a second to register what was happening, you soon returned his embrace and relaxed into him. God, he was so warm. And he smelled so nice. You had to stop yourself from nuzzling into him and making a complete fool of yourself. His hold was so comforting, you quickly found yourself lost in it.

So much so, you almost didn’t register when Steve placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. Almost.

Your eyes fluttered shut at the contact as your arms reactively squeezed him tighter and you pressed yourself closer to him.

It wasn’t the first time he’d given you a forehead kiss but this time felt different. It made you feel different. Like you were in a dream. It was soft and comforting but it also had butterflies coming to life in your stomach and had your body alight in delight.

But it was over before you knew it and Steve pulled away from you with a soft, “Goodnight.”

His touch lingered on your arm though before he dropped his hand completely and smiled at you once more.

“Night,” you whispered back before you watched him go, grabbing his notebook on his way back to his room.

You absentmindedly wrapped your arms around yourself as you were already missing the feeling of his touch.

That was different. That was very different.

The light flicked on behind you and you spun around coming face to face with the only other person you'd really looked forward to seeing upon your return.

His boyish grin only added to the butterflies already causing ruckus in your tummy.

"There you are," he smiled, "I was looking for you."

Not another word was said before you found yourself wrapped up in Bucky's arms.

God, he was so warm. And he smelled so good.

Thankfully he pulled away before you could embarrass yourself by unleashing the purr that threatened to tumble past your lips as his hands rubbed at the knots in your back soothingly.

"You okay?" he asked, concern lacing his tone as he studied your face, eyes fixating on the cut blemishing your forehead once he assured himself the rest of you was alright.

"Fine," you smiled.

He nodded, "Good."

You got lost in his gaze as you stared at one another for a long while, just your quiet breaths could be heard in the otherwise silence of the kitchen.

You didn't even realize you were holding his hands until he squeezed yours ever so slightly.

"'M glad you're back," he simpered.

"Me too," you returned.

"You hungry?" he asked. "I have some pizza in the fridge if you want," he offered.

You almost laughed remembering Steve's words earlier. "That sounds really good, actually," you nodded, smiling, "thanks."

You watched as Bucky got out the cold pizza and warmed it up for you as you admired his form. When you caught yourself, you wondered how he hadn't felt your gaze heavy on his back. You were mesmerized by his muscles as they flexed with his movements.

God, you fretted to yourself.

You didn't know what to do.. You didn't know how much longer you could keep telling yourself these feelings you were feeling for Steve and Bucky were nothing.. how much longer you could deny that with each day that passed you found yourself falling harder and harder for the two supersoldiers.

Little did you know, they were both already head over heels for you.

They promised each other they'd wait as long as they had to until you brought it up yourself, they didn't want you to feel any pressure whatsoever, even if that meant you never brought it up. They'd keep their distance, not crossing the line of friendship until they were sure you wanted to. But nights like this, when you've been gone for as long as you had been, or worse when you'd come back hurt, no matter how trivial the injury was, they couldn't stay only arm's length.

To avoid overcrowding you upon your return, they'd agreed to come to you one on one. Had Bucky seen the glint of disappointment in your eyes when Steve told you he was preoccupied upon your return, he would've been a total loss. Would've come right up to you and sworn to make his absence up to you, whatever it'd take.

Hell, they'd both been waiting impatiently all day to see you and Bucky only begrudgingly sat out from greeting you on the tarmac because Steve won the coin toss.

As he plated your pizza, the pizza he had secretly saved for you, he smiled to himself as he felt your eyes glued to him.

He liked the feeling.

Steve wasn't so sure you'd ever see them as anything more than friends to you, but Bucky thought otherwise. He knew otherwise. He felt it in your gaze, in your playful hits and nudges when you’d joke together, in the warmth of your hugs... He knew it was gonna happen. And each day that passed, he only grew more sure.

He couldn't wait until the day you were all on the same page, all your cards on the table, finally the three of you together. No more coin tosses, no more taking turns checking on you after missions, no more three second hugs (though he never really stuck to that rule all too much), no more lingering forehead kisses that he desperately wished would turn into more...

He couldn't wait. But he would. For you, they'd wait forever.

[imtryingbuck]

fluff - △ angst - ◯ Dividers by me🤍

➳ Choices △ ◯

➳ Be Ours? △

➳ Chasing ghosts ◯

➳ You’re Perfect

[mjolnirswriststrap]

Not My Type

Bucky Barnes x Plus Size!Reader x Steve Rogers

Word Count: 2,329 Masterlist Part 2

Summary: Bucky is dumb.

Warnings: Fatphobia.

A/N: something short, sweet and simple because I’m starting to feel guilty about not posting 😭

Steve watched, as his friend searched around the club with his eyes. He could assume Bucky was just waiting on the rest of their coworkers to get there, but he knew better. “She’ll get here soon enough, relax.”. Steve leans his back against the booth and takes a long drink of his beer. “Who?” Bucky asks, unconvincingly.

“Y/N.” He says like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. Bucky scrunches up his face “As if, man.” He ignores the look of disbelief Steve gives him. “Why deny it? I’ve caught you staring her down more times than I can count.”. Steve stands up and waves to signal Natasha to where they sat. “There’s nothing to deny, she’s not my type, leave it there so no one’s feelings get hurt, okay?” Bucky puts the bottle to his lips to shush himself when he sees you approach the booth.

“You guys look.” Steve’s speechless as he takes in the silk nighties the girls adorned. They all wore semi matching babydoll dresses. Color coded fishnets and heeled slippers adorned their long legs. Their hair was high and teased, makeup adding to the sultry bedtime look they were going for.

“You’re gonna catch flies.” Wanda remarks, leaving to find Vision having the time of his life with the DJ. Steve’s reaction to their costumes did nothing to calm your nerves. You went with the housewife costume too. Just a different approach entirely. Your hair sat in victory rolls atop your head, a thick stack of curls laying on your shoulders, a knee length dress with three quartered sleeves covered you. You’re painted your eyebrows on thinly, just to over line your lips, filling them in with your favorite red Mac lipstick. You were the most modest in your costume, but the most accurate.

You couldn’t wear a see through nightgown to the club. You would die of embarrassment, your rolls would be everywhere. At least in this thick cotton dress, no one could see the layers of shape wear you wore. You slid into the booth and sat beside Steve, getting sandwiched in when Sam finally arrives, late with no costume. “What took you so long, huh khakis?” You tease him, feeling nothing but comfort in his presence.

“You ever had to tell a 10 year old his idea isn’t good enough.” He laughs, “, You should go as yourself Unc!” He recalls the boys words over the phone. “Oh, of course, looks like a superhero to me!” You giggle, loving the thought of his nephews building up his self esteem. He was new to the team, no super strength or speed. Just courage, you admired Sam.

You finally take the chance to look around the booth. Steve wore his vintage Captain America suit, claiming it still fits like a glove. Bucky didn’t wear a costume, just his regular black t-shirt and leather jacket, no effort, even for Halloween. It helped Sam not look so out of place, so you just rolled your eyes at him. He tried way to hard to act like he didn’t care about anything, or anyone. You hate people like that, too self absorbed to carry on a conversation with someone who doesn’t benefit them.

You had been on the wrong side of his attitude before. Bumbling up to him after your first meeting. Stretching out your hand for a shake, he barely touched your hand as he shook your fingers, nodding at you with a curt “Welcome.” You didn’t think much of it till he sat beside Yelena, who got recruited the same day as you, and sparked up a lively conversation with her, telling her if she needs anything at the compound to come ask him. That was the first time Bucky hurt your feelings, and it wouldn’t be the last.

“Y/N!” Someone yells at you from the dance floor. It’s Yelena dancing alone, “You promised me a dance.” She says, holding her arms out for you. You nudge Sam on the shoulder and do the most embarrassing scoot out of the booth you could imagine. Your dress rode up in the time you’d been sitting there, causing your thighs to stick to the old leather. Your face grimaces and you peel your skin away, hoping no one noticed.

“I’m on the dance floor, as promised.” You say, holding her hands while she dances on you. “You’re gonna need to do more than stand there if you want him to notice you.” She remarks, not skipping a beat. Yelena knew you too well, she knew you picked the 40s for a reason, not going with their free spirit 60s slumber get up.

Giving her a wide eyed look, as if he heard over the thumping music. “We both know I have no rhythm, stop that.” You giggle when she presses her back against you and slides down into a squat. She goes behind you and grabs your hips, forcing you against her chest. She grinds you into her pelvis, using her hands to guide your hips in sync with hers. You never moved that way before, and the sensuality of it had your heart racing. Yelena could be anyone, tightly holding on to you, you closed your eyes and threw your head back on her shoulder, just to imagine it was him for a moment.

You feel Yelena’s lips tickle your ear and she’s whispering “Look who can’t take their eyes off of you.” You tilt your head down and open your eyes to lock them with Bucky’s. He looks angry, like you pissed in his cheerios. You turn your body around to face Yelena, “I think he’s upset I’m blocking his view from you.”. That causes her to laugh out loud, grabbing your shoulders to shake you. “You’re mad woman! Look at what’s right in front of you.”. You laugh and look behind you to see Bucky staring down his beer now, instead of you.

“Yelena, I don’t know how to put this, he probably doesn’t even go for girls like me, skinny blonde seems more his type. You, you seem more his type.” You plead with her. She just shakes her head, “He doesn’t like me, I promise, Y/N.” You nod your head, trusting the closest friend you had.

•••••••

You make your way to the bar, grabbing a drink to cool yourself off. You’re walking back to the booth to get off your feet when you overhear Steve and Bucky’s conversation.

“You’ve got to be kidding.”

“You look like a helpless puppy, just make your move.”

“As if I’d need to, she’s probably never had male attention, that’s too easy.”

“Just admit that you’re afraid of rejection.”

“From her? Never in a million years would fatty have a chance. Like I said she’s obviously not my type.”. Bucky instantly regretted the words as they came out of his mouth, he didn’t mean it. But Steve wouldn’t stop accusing him of having a crush on you.

Tears threaten to spill from your eyes, but you push them down. You knew better, Yelena didn’t, you shouldn’t have let her give you false hope. You choke down your pride and turn the corner, sliding into the booth as if nothing happened. “I think this is my last drink guys, I’m getting tired, and winter training starts tomorrow.”.

An echo of ‘boos’ and a “noooo why.” Almost tempt you to stay. But you know you’re not wanted here, by the one person that mattered. Steve catches your attention, “Are you sure? The nights still young.” He wiggles his brows. You give him a tight lipped smile, knowing he tried to get Bucky to make a move.

“Yeah, there’s really not much for me here. I came for Natasha.” He nods, giving Bucky a death glare. You finish your drink and when you stand up the previous shots you had with Wanda hit you. You quickly sit back down, grabbing the table for stability. “Are you alright?” Steve rests his hand on your lower back, scooting closer to you.

You shake your head, not being able to form words. You think you’d faint if you didn’t focus on breathing. “Let me help you home.” He can see the unsure expression on your face. “Wouldn’t be respecting the suit if I didn’t make sure you got home safe.”. With that he convinced you.

When the cold October air hits your face, it sobers you a little bit, taking away the dizzy feeling, leaving you with a thumping head. Steve takes a few minutes to join you outside, you left him in a heated whisper match with Bucky.

You’re leaned against the side of the building when he finds you. “Ready to go?” He offers you his arm but you shake your head. “No need to be such a gentleman, it’s just me.” You say, knowing he’s doing it just to be nice.

Steve cocks his head to the side. “Why shouldn’t I be a gentleman towards you?” He asks. You press your pounding head against the brick wall, closing your eyes to think of the right words. “The only reason a guy needs to be a gentleman is for good impressions. I highly doubt you feel a need to impress me.”.

He scoffs at you, “What gives you the impression that you’re not worth impressing?”. Even though you were tipsy, Bucky’s words seared your frontal lobe. You suddenly are at a loss for words. How do you tell him you were eavesdropping on their conversation.

“I just don’t get much male attention I guess.” You let him in, his eyes widen in realization that you heard Bucky’s harsh words. “I’m sorry about him, he doesn’t know what he’s talking about.” He says, stepping closer to you. You roll your eyes at him.

“No, he knew exactly what he was talking about. Fatty is no one’s type. No one looks at me and thinks “woah, the most beautiful woman in the world just walked in the room”.” You push yourself off the wall. “I understand that you wouldn’t get that, since you’re so perfect Steve. Women lay down at your feet, your options are endless. But not for someone like me.”.

Steve’s face had turned into a stone. His jaw clenched tightly. He let you vent out your frustrations. “The way you looked at the girls, the way half the club looked at the girls, I’ll never have that.”. You look at your feet and notice him take a step closer to you. You look up to see your faces not too far apart.

“I was looking at you too.” He reaches out, letting his hands hover over your waist. He rests them on your hips when your don’t push him away. “I don’t care what he said, he’s just insecure, he can’t admit that he thinks you’re hot.” You scoff at him this time.

“Steve whatever you’re doing, I get the whole nice guy thing. But just stop.” You say, pressing your hand against his chest. The thin polyester did nothing to conceal his smooth muscles. You feel him squeeze your sides tighter, his thumbs pressing into your belly. “He doesn’t speak for me.”.

You look into his dark eyes. “What are you saying?”. You’d never even humored yourself by considering Steve. You now had to rethink every encounter you ever had with him. “Forget him, let me show you how a real man appreciates a woman.”

He slides his hands down, letting them grasp as much of your ass that could fit in them. You gasp, he wasn’t afraid of your body, he knows what it has to offer. Judging by the way he gripped on to your ass like his life depended on it, he liked it.

“What if someone sees?” You say, pushing his hands off of you. He replaces them “I’m not afraid, why are you?” He leans down, connecting your lips, you’re frozen for a moment. How do you kiss him back? Before you could find out you feel a hand on your shoulder, ripping you away from Steve.

“What are you doing?” Bucky is talking to his friend, ignoring your existence. “Excuse me, we were in the middle of something.” Steve steps between you and Bucky. “You shouldn’t be out here hooking up with a random coworker.” Bucky says, trying to convince himself.

“Y/N isn’t a random coworker, Jesus Bucky, what’s your problem?” Steve asks, letting his anger show. He knew what he was doing, if Bucky wouldn’t admit it on his own, jealousy would work just fine. Bucky balls up his fists at his side “You know what my problem is.”.

You’re staring at Steve’s back, you don’t know what Bucky’s talking about. Is he so repulsed by a plus size woman, he doesn’t even want his friend with one? You were done, you’d never done anything to Bucky besides exist. He had an imaginary problem with you.

You stepped around Steve, crossing your arms in front of your chest. You don’t know where the boost of confidence came from, probably Steve’s lips and hand placement. You look Bucky up and down, truly taking him in.

He was perfect, and he knew it. It was starting to disgust you. “Just because ‘fattys’ like me have no chance with you, doesn’t mean that I’m not worthy of another man being attracted to me.” You take a step back, pressing yourself against Steve. Just to show Bucky, you meant business.

Basing it off of the hard indentation on the front of Steve’s spandex, he liked watching you tell Bucky off. You turn your body around to face him, throwing a look over your shoulder at Bucky, “Take me home Stevie.” You sing song in his ear.

A smirk falls on his lips, “Let’s do that princess.” He says while leading you out of the alley. Bucky is stuck in place, having an internal war with himself, that you weren’t gonna stick around for.

[thatsmzbitchtoyou]

Mz. Bitch's Masterlist-Bucky Barnes

A masterlist specifically for my Bucky Barnes (and Sebastian Stan) stories. Hopefully it won't get too full too quickly again!

MDNI!!!

Due to inline link limits, please click on the story name to start reading and follow the chapter links. Thanks little darlings! Love y'all!

*Oneshots Sex Pollen My Alpha Got Nothing On You +parts Movie Night Please Come Back Vibranium & Stainless Steel Shy Dream Girl A little help from my friend Angry baby? Throw It in the Dishwasher +parts The Boss +parts I.T. Time to Heal A Very Cutesy, Very Demure Halloween Regrets & Apologies Quite a Workout +parts Overheard Oh Sister Let's Go Down Little Sea Storm I may be a real bad boy...but baby I'm a real good man +parts Zhihn moya Flirty A Bumpy Ride +parts Fire! Lots of Love +parts Things Are Not As They Seem It's Been a Long, Long Time La Muerte Deja Vu Soldat Blood and...Balsam? +parts Slow, Sexy Mornings Moody Bucky Made of Dreams One bed +parts This is the last time Doll It's Cold Outside Fake Out +parts The Dangers of Dream Walking Pookie *SMACK* Laundry Day Chemical Imbalance The Brother Phone Calls Ransom **working on turning it into a series...coming soon** Step

*Series Breaking the Class Ceiling **Finished Bucky Barnes is a middle class clerk. He needs to marry well to take care of himself and his father. Y/N Y/L/N is the heir to a millionaire fortune, who is blunt, no-nonsense, flirtatious, and looking for a partner. Everyone is vying for her hand. Can Bucky ever win?

Pretty Pointy Smile **Finished Bucky was born different, and has been judged for it ever since.  His father has had enough and sells him to the circus.  The acceptance and love of his newfound family, and the beautifully fierce ringmaster, help him realize he’s not the monster everyone else made him out to be.

Sugar Mama **Finished Bucky is overworked and struggling to get by.  The bills are piling up and he’s consistently in the red with no end in sight.  Y/N is a billionaire’s daughter, entrepreneur and philanthropist having a hard time finding true friends or love.  She has a proposition for him.

Marriage of Convenience **Finished Y/N’s father is gone, and he leaves it all to her.  But in 1880s Oregon, she can’t own land without a husband.  Under the threat of it all being taken away by a land hungry Sheriff, what’s a girl to do with no prospects?  Maybe one of the cowboys on the farm can help…

The Temptation **Finished Father Barnes is devout, steadfast, and undeterred by flirtatious congregants.  So why does this fallen angel tempt him so?  You cannot serve two masters.  Will he choose God, or his heart?

Norsemen & Anglo-Saxons **Finished Princess Y/N has a secret that her parents are ashamed of.  A conquering Viking chief recognizes the gift she has.  Will they be able to bring peace between warring people, and maybe find love along the way?

Stranded **Finished Tossed overboard and lost at sea, Bucky washes up on an uninhabited island.  Injured, lost and scared, with little to no wilderness training, he fights to survive.  But is he really alone?

The Fuck Up **Finished Bucky fucked up.  A few times.  Will his best friend ever be able to forgive him?

Naughty Nanny **Finished Bucky had a lovechild from a one night stand.  He barely even remembered it, and was surprised to find a baby on his doorstep 9 months later.  But one look at that little girl and he knew she was his and that he’d die for her.  The only problem was, he knew nothing about babies, and being an Avenger meant he couldn’t just drop everything and be a dad full time.  Then he found the perfect nanny…or so he thought.

Run, pretty girl, run **Finished Even with the safeguards put in place after the fall of S.H.I.E.L.D., the remaining Avengers find themselves on the run after the American government falls into disarray.  The code word is sent, and they’re officially fugitives.  Bucky makes a run for the safe house set up for emergencies like this where the Avengers are told to meet up, but on the way saves the pregnant agent turned payroll specialist that he was partnered with.  Will they make it before she goes into labor?  Or at all?

Pretty P.A. **Finished Y/N has been the personal assistant to the most influential and famous fashion model agency director in the industry for the past 13 years.  They’ve decided to retire, and are leaving the agency in the hands of their protege and former model, Bucky Barnes.  He seems plenty qualified, and Y/N is excited for a chance to work with him.  Change always takes time,  but the new insanely hot boss is distrustful and hesitant towards her. 

The Gorgon **Finished The village nearest the mountain by the sea has a generations-old tradition of offering sacrifices to the monster in the mountain to gain favor and keep its wrath away from the people.  Every person starting from the age of 15 has to take a turn in making the journey up the mountain to the mouth of the cave once a year to drop off the gifts…and it’s a journey that some never come back from.  Y/N took her turn when she was 15, and now the rotation has come back to her again.  If the gift isn’t given by the autumn solstice, there’s no telling what harm the creature will wreak onto the people.  With a seemingly insurmountable obstacle in her way, will she make it to save her and her people?  Can a monster have a heart?

Dreamboat **Finished Y/N, her brother Steve, and his best friend Bucky all moved out West for a new start after Y/N was almost caught up and hurt in a rival gang fight.  Steve wasn’t in shape to fight in the war, but Bucky was drafted.  While out West, Y/N finds herself in trouble again from the local bar owner.  Steve is suddenly drafted for an experimental division of the army, but leaving Y/N alone isn’t an option.  Bucky comes home needing help, and Steve comes up with a crazy compromise. 

Sweet Pumpkin **Finished Bucky is struggling with the dating world and knows that if he ever hopes to have a serious relationship, that he needs to get through his touch deprivation issues.  It’s not that he doesn’t want to touch people, or them to touch him, but after decades of pain he doesn’t know how to accept physical intimacy from others, or how to give it himself.  He hires Y/N, an intimacy coach and professional cuddler, who comes highly recommended.  Will his heart be able to distinguish between a service given versus real love?

Yes Mama **Finished Bucky Barnes has made quite the name for himself in the underground mob boss world.  But he’s not the boss.  Just the face of the Family. 

A Pirate's Life for Me **Finished Captain Bucky Barnes and his crew on the Armored Star are the most fearsome pirates in the known world.  They’ve given the British fleet a run for their money as they try to free the enslaved and take from the rich, but they could have never guessed how the British empire would retaliate against them.  When a new pirate ship appears and lays waste to all in its path, will Bucky and his crew be ready for the wrath of a woman scorned?

The Witch and The Doctor **Finished Bucky thought he could make a difference, getting a medical license and trying to change people’s minds.  But the 1600s New World is a harsh place with cruel people.  After being accused of witchcraft he makes a run for it, facing the dangers of the woods and the rumored witch that lives within them.

Sugar & Spicy Books **Finished Y/N is an accomplished writer who is newly divorced, and out of fear of the unknown, moves back to her small hometown she swore she’d never come back to.  She comes across her best friend that never left, who helps her out of a tough spot.  Will old feelings arise?  Or is she just too big for such a small place now?

The Professor's Aid **Finished Bucky has one last year left of college.  He has tutoring/teacher’s aid credits he needs to fill to graduate, no matter the subject.  He applies to be the Women’s Studies professor’s TA, thinking maybe he can skate by easily, until he meets the no-nonsense, large and in charge, pretty as sin professor who is hotter than expected.

Marriage Problems **Finished They’ve been married for 19 years, their 20th anniversary coming up soon.  Older, busier, and stuck on the repeat of their daily lives, Y/N and Bucky are struggling.  Their marriage is good, but feeling rocky the last few years as they’ve settled into this stage of their lives.  Can they get their spark back?  Or is it better to do the unthinkable, and move on without each other?

The Thousand Yard Stare **Finished Bucky Barnes has served his country well, and at a great personal cost.  After being rescued as a prisoner of war, he is struggling as he gets back into civilian life.  His newfound PTSD is severe.  His friends and family try to help, but he needs a lot more than they can give.  His mother signs him up for a Veteran recovery home, where he meets people struggling just like him, and the home director who has her own dark past to deal with.  He might just find love along the way as he searches for peace.

Barnes Bakes **Finished A new, overly chipper neighbor moves in and disrupts Bucky's life. She's on the hunt to find his favorite treat in exchange for his help, and along the way a great friendship is made. But one night might just mess it all up.

The Favorite **Finished Bucky Barnes, the big boss of the crime underworld, is notorious for his unhinged behavior and punishments.  There’s not much that can fully set him off, unless someone messes with his favorite…

Yuletide **Finished Mr. Strange and his nephew Mr. Barnes were…different.  The little town of Concord, Massachusetts isn’t used to the pharmacists’ strange ways, with rumors swirling of wizards and magic spells.  Y/N doesn’t believe in any of those old folk tales, but does feel a pull towards Mr. Barnes, despite his standoffishness.  Maybe his heart will melt during the most wonderful time of the year.  Or maybe she’ll fall head first into a fantastical world she never thought possible. *Set in early 1800s America

Royal Duties **Finished Princess Y/N is betrothed to Prince Bucky Barnes, a political match to form bonds and alliances.  A friendship is formed between them built on understanding and allyship.  But can real love grow from forced circumstances?

Mon Cher **Finished “A modern day writer exploring a vampire’s estate during the day.  Wondering why a random room was locked.  Until…they find a Victorian painting of themself.” *Idea found on TikTok by @yaberdat aka Finnley.*

My Jolly Sailor Bold **Finished Y/N Y/L/N is the most notorious pirate queen of the Caribbean sea.  And she’s looking for a new source of pleasure…

Ransom **WIP

Stucky *Oneshot Three's Company

*Series Emerald Hallow **Finished Steve Rogers wants to move on.  He wants to forget Peggy, and dive into the 21st century.  But this man of the past doesn’t know how to navigate being an Alpha in a modern world of skittish Omegas.  He prides himself on his self control, never wanting to harm or scare them, until something just smells too damn good. And he's not the only one who smells it...

Sebastian Stan *Series A Patient Man **Finished Sebastian swore to never fall for another co-star again. Until Y/N drops into his life.

[lokiandbuckysdoll]

Early Christmas Gift

Paring: Stucky x Reader

Summary: Bucky and Steve surprise you for Christmas.

Word Count: 820

Warnings: None just some Christmas fluff.

A/N: Happy Holidays to all💗

It was a crisp December morning morenotably, it was Christmas Eve when Steve and Bucky decided to surprise you early for Christmas. The plan had been simple. They'd show up unannounced to your apartment, sneak in, and catch you off guard before you could finish whatever holiday preparations you had in store. They’d expected to see you wrapped up in holiday cheer, maybe a little frantic, but still festive.

But when they arrived at the door and slipped inside quietly, they found something entirely different.

The apartment was warm and smelled of cinnamon, gingerbread, and butter, the scent of holiday baking filling the air. The kitchen, however, was another story. Flour was scattered across the counters like a soft dusting of snow, and pots and pans cluttered every available surface. You stood at the stove, hair tied up in a messy bun, flour streaked across your cheeks, and a little bit of icing smeared on your cheek as you worked over a batch of cookies, humming softly to yourself.

The sight made Steve’s heart swell with affection. Bucky, for his part, couldn't stop smiling as he leaned against the doorframe, taking in the chaos that somehow felt like home.

You didn’t notice them right away, lost in the rhythm of cooking and baking. You were wearing an oversized red sweater with a reindeer on it, the sleeves rolled up to your elbows, and a pair of old leggings that had seen better days. A pair of mismatched Christmas socks peeked out from beneath the leggings, and your feet shuffled back and forth as you worked, clearly oblivious to the world outside the kitchen.

It was the perfect kind of mess. The kind of mess that told them you were relaxing, wrapped in the joy of the holiday spirit and the comfort of your own home.

Bucky cleared his throat, and You jumped, nearly knocking over the bowl of cookie dough in your hands. You spun around, wide-eyed, a little flustered, and immediately blurted out, “You two are home now! I’m in the middle of baking, I look like a disaster, and—”

But Steve was already stepping forward, grinning as he gently cut you off. “You look perfect, Doll. We didn’t mean to surprise you this way, but we couldn’t wait for Christmas.”

Bucky snorted, stepping into the kitchen. “Yeah, Steve’s right. We love seeing you like this—chaos and all.”

You blinked, then looked back at the kitchen. You hadn’t expected your boyfriends to see you like this, especially not before Christmas. There were flour smudges on the floor, sticky sugar dribbled down the front of your sweater, and you felt like a mess. But as you met their eyes, both men looked at you like you were the most beautiful, glowing person in the world.

A little self-conscious, you wiped at your cheek. “Well, I guess if you two can handle the kitchen disaster, I’ll just have to finish baking,” you said, with a teasing tone in your voice.

Bucky chuckled and pulled up a chair at the kitchen table. “Don’t mind us. We’re happy to watch and eat whatever you throw at us. This smells amazing!.”

Steve leaned against the counter, arms crossed, his gaze soft and affectionate as he watched you. “Yeah, we came early to help, but looks like you're handling everything just fine.”

You rolled your eyes but grinned. “You want to help?” You asked, raising an eyebrow, and Bucky immediately jumped up.

“What do you need me to do?” he asked, his enthusiasm making Steve laugh.

You handed him a bowl of pre-made dough. “You can start by rolling out these cookies. Try not to eat too many of them, alright?”

Bucky saluted you, then began rolling the dough with a level of focus that was almost comical. Steve found himself a spot on the counter, watching you both work in a comfortable silence, the sound of flour dusting the air and the soft hum of the oven filling the room.

At that moment, you caught Steve’s gaze again, your smile soft and genuine. There was something about this chaos, about sharing it with them, that made the holiday season feel even more special. They weren’t just coming home for the cookies or the presents or the decorations—they were here because they wanted to be with you, mess and all.

Steve smiled back, his heart full. “We wouldn’t want to be anywhere else, than with you” he leaned over and kissed your forehead. You hummed before going back to helping Bucky.

Sook the kitchen was filled with laughter, the clinking of baking utensils, and the warmth of love, it was clear that this Christmas would be one they'd all remember. No perfectly decorated tree, no perfect holiday meal could ever be more meaningful than moments like these. Just the three of you, together, enjoying each other’s company in the mess of the holiday season.

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

More stuff by me.

Accidentally In Love (Chapter 2)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes x FemaleOC

Warnings: Potentially lethal levels of fluffiness right now, potential for smut later. A little blood, canon levels of violence potentially. Plus size female OC, body descriptions.

Rating: PG-13 (right now for language, but look for this to change)

WC: 2600-ish.

Summary: 

Echo's living a normal life in NYC, a 911 dispatcher, the most excitement she gets is from the calls she takes. And then love comes crashing in one day when she's riding her bike through Central Park.

Steve and Bucky weren't looking for anything on their daily run around the park besides fresh air and exercise. The streak of purple eye candy on a bike that lapped them pretty regularly was a nice addition but not mandatory, at least until some impromptu roughhousing results in some civilian casualties in the form of the most beautiful woman either of them had seen in a long, long time.

A/N: AU, Post CACW, Bucky’s Chill and we have always lived in the Tower. Just call this a throwback to the found family, everyone lives in Stark Tower fics.

This is supposed to be a super-fluffy love story. Still undecided if I'm gonna keep this one going but posting now for giggles and grins. It's got some CSI:NY characters crossing over because why not.

I'm just messing about and playing in my WIPs folder. Not Beta'd: we die like men! (honestly, I tried but if you catch something I missed, let me know)

Chapter 2

Blinking, Echo arrived back on the current plain of consciousness in a very bright room that smelled vaguely of antiseptic and orange slices. Blinking, she groaned a little as she took in her varying pains that hadn’t been evident before, including the stiffness in the elbow where her IV was installed. 

“There she is.” 

She turned her head toward a voice she recognized very well. Lindsey Messer, Danny’s wife and her friend from the job and her building, sat at her bedside holding her hand. In her pants suit and fuschia blouse, wearing her work badge, it was clear the tiny blonde had come straight from the crime lab. “Hey Linds. I hope Danny didn’t make you worry. I’m fine. My head’s too hard for any lasting damage.”

The blonde snorted and slid a plastic cup with a straw in it over to her. “That’s what I told them.” 

It was good to know her friend had her back. “What am I doing here?”

“They said you had a concussion and lost consciousness at the scene. Apparently you hit your head when you went into the stream by the bridge. Plus you got some stitches in your nose and chin and have a hairline fracture in your wrist.”

“Oh.” It was so much worse than she feared. Looking down at her wrist she saw the bandage and closed her eyes on a sigh. “Well, this sucks.”

“It does,” Lindsey agreed. “It seems you have some interesting friends, though.” 

Echo sipped her cup of water as she mulled over the strange transition. “We have the same friends, Linds.” Working in law enforcement made for a large extended, and occasionally dysfunctional, family, and since they hung out together, the majority of the people in their lives were shared friends and acquaintances. 

“Funny, because I don't remember you bringing those two superheroes you crashed into on the bike path today out for drinks with us.” She leaned back in the chair, looking nonchalant as she pulled a bottle of water from her purse to sip. 

Superheroes? What? “What are you talking about?” Shifting to sit up further in bed, she found herself tired and reclining back on the pillows behind her. She had one thing she wanted to make clear, though. “And I didn't crash into anyone. I ditched out so I wouldn't crash into anyone.” 

Lindsay smiled slyly. “You’re too nice, that’s why you crashed.” 

Looking around to make sure there were no little ears to overhear she snarked at her friend, “Vaffanculo,” complete with the associated hand gesture. 

Of course that's the moment when Danny decided to come into the room carrying a bottle of water and some white daisies he laid on the table next to her drink. “Ay, yo! You kiss your mother with that mouth?” he asked with his ever present grin. He’d clearly cleaned up and changed into one of his signature tight t-shirts and jeans. He made hipster chic look good with his wire-rim glasses and skinny jeans.

Rolling her eyes hurt but she did it anyway. “Whatever, Danny. When do I get outta here?”

The thin man winced and pushed his glasses up his nose. “Well, see that's the problem. Both the girls have ear infections, and they’re with my mom right now, but there's nobody to look after them for us, so we can look after you. And well unfortunately, between us and Flack, Donnie is going outta town with Trish for the weekend. So the docs wanna keep you overnight.”  

“But…” she whined pitifully. The idea of spending the night alone in the hospital sounded as appealing as shaving her legs with a dull razor and lemonade shaving cream.

Lindsey’s lips twitched. “You know we have toddlers, right? We’re immune to such things,” she laughed.

Lower lip in full pout, she replied, “And that's just unfair.” Echo reached onto the table and then rummaged around in the sheets over her before reaching into her bloodstained bra and the pockets of her bike shorts. “Where's my phone?” Surely she could find someone to look after her at her place so she didn’t have to stay in the hospital.  

Danny cringed as he grabbed the other visitor’s seat in the room. “Yeah, about that... your phone’s out getting fixed right now. Unfortunately it and your sunglasses met the creek bed and experienced a similar fate as you.”

“Oh no.” She winced and reached up to touch the bridge of her nose involuntarily as her hopes for escape dwindled in front of her. “This is bad.” 

He nodded, conceding her point. “Yeah, yeah it is, kiddo.”

“So, I have to stay.” It was a statement of resignation more than anything and she was beyond displeased, but knew two things: first, this wasn’t her friends’ fault, and second, she couldn’t do anything about this.

“Unfortunately.” Messer nodded again. Seeing her dejected expression, he rushed to assure her, “Just for tonight though. They’ll let you go in the morning. Hopefully your phone will be back here by then, good as new.”

“Wait…” Her mind was still a little fuzzy, but Echo was pretty clear that phone insurance wasn’t nearly that prompt. “Who's got my phone?”

Lindsay looked at Danny with a pointy glare. “You didn't tell her?” 

“She just woke up! You were here!” Danny held out a hand hoping to show that he was unarmed and not one to take her fire. He pulled the chair over to the bed to be closer to Echo. “Do you remember the two guys you crashed into?” 

“I didn't crash,” she corrected, rolling her eyes coming much easier this time.  

“Your face and bike would disagree,” he supplied diplomatically, with only the barest hint of a grin.  

“Whatever.”

His eyes narrowed as he looked at her, assessing. “You really don’t remember?” 

Shaking her head hurt, but she tried anyway. “Help me out here, Messer. I got nothin’.” She had vague recollections of the two hot guys from the path, but considering she saw them daily, those were not memories she trusted. “Were those the ones you and Flack had your guns on?” 

Lindsay's eyes grew very large and she pinned Danny down with a very pointed glare. “You had your gun on Captain America and Sergeant Barnes?” 

“It was a very fluid situation,” he gritted out through his clenched jaw. “It took a minute to get it all untangled.”

“I'm sorry, what?” The headache that had been dancing around the edge of her vision grew to full force causing her to rub her face. “What? That doesn't even make sense.” How in the fried fuck did the fricking Avengers figure into this? “How—? What—? I don’t understand—”

Danny cringed at her questions and pushed to his feet. “Well I think we've done enough damage here. Linds will get the girls and we'll see you tomorrow morning.”

Echo’s eyes popped open as she reached for him when he stepped away to put the chair back. “Wait! No! You don't get to just drop a bomb and leave like that.” 

Likely attracted by her beeping monitor, the nurse came in to see her blood pressure spiking. “You have to go now. The patient needs her rest.” 

Lindsey and Danny leaned over for quick hugs before heading toward the door. “This will make sense in the morning, E, okay? You’ll be fine,” he assured her. 

She whined again, dropping her head into the pillows. “Okay. I'll see you tomorrow.” 

“Yeah, you will,” he replied with his trademark toothy grin. 

Right before he and Lindsey walked out the door, she asked, “Hey, who has my bike?”

“Hopefully that’ll be here with your phone.” 

The way Danny’s smile turned secretive before the nurse closed the door was concerning, but her head hurt too badly to really give it too much thought. Honestly, she was tired again and since it seemed she had nowhere else to be, she figured it was a good moment to take a nap. 

“We should have brought the bike up.”

“And put it where, genius? In the hallway where it’d just be in the way? In here? It’s a hospital, not a subway platform.”

“I just think—”

“And that’s your problem right there, Stevie.”

“I just don’t want her to think we took it or anything.”

“Steve. Really. Come down off the cross; we need the wood.” 

Echo woke to the sound of grumbled whispers and some sort of mechanical noise. Her dark eyes opened to the overly bright room, only to slam shut again at the vision before her. It was clearly a concussion-generated hallucination, because there, seated at her bedside were the two sexy mofos from the bike trail. A flimsy wisp of a memory danced across her mind of the blond one fetching her from the creek by picking her up, but… that wasn’t possible. It couldn’t be; she was too heavy for that. She hadn’t been picked up since childhood, and certainly was not one to invite the casual touch of strangers.  

Cracking her eyes open the barest hint, she watched the two men, giants, both of them, arguing back and forth softly beside her. She’d never given thought to their size before beyond their muscles, considering her bike gave her a height advantage, but damn if they weren’t enormous, still dressed in their too-tight t-shirts and jeans that encased their thighs closer than clingwrap.  

Her soft whimper at the sight brought their argument to a halt as both of them reached for her hand. 

“Hey, beautiful,” the longhaired one greeted her with a soft smile as he delicately touched her fingers. His own fingers were cold, and when she looked to see why, it appeared they were made of some kind of metal. In her mind, she’d always assumed it had been some kind of tattoo when she’d seen him in passing, so the metal was a bit of a shock. 

“Howya feelin’, sweetheart?” the blond one asked as he laid his hand over her same wrist. 

She closed her eyes for a moment, just absorbing the absurdity of this moment. “Best. Hallucination. Ever.” 

Her eyes snapped open at a bark of laughter followed by the mostly silent wheezing giggles that overtook Hotness 2. He threw his head back, shaking out his unbound hair in full chortle, a bubbly infectious sound that made her feel like she’d been infused with sunshine. The way his nose crinkled made her want to hug the hell outta him. 

“Babydoll,” he choked out as he brushed away tears from his cheeks before patting her knee with a warm smile. “We’re as real as it gets. I promise.” 

Blondie’s grin at his friend was a mix of affection and unruffled resignation. “Ignore Chuckles over there. How are you feelin’?”

“I’d feel better if I knew who you were,” she said softly. It was a strange feeling, a sensation of familiarity and absolutely no idea why she might know them. Not that she didn’t appreciate the attention, but it was disconcerting that they seemed to know her and she had no active memory of them beyond their occasional encounters on the trails and paths in Central Park.

“I’m James and this is Ste—Wait, you really don’t remember us?” The brunet went from amused to stricken in a breath when she shook her head, his free hand—it was a metal hand—scrubbing down his face and pulling his features taut before clapping his hands. “Right then. I’m James—my friends call me Bucky, and this is Steve. I ran into you on the trail yesterday.”

Eyes rolled to the ceiling, the giant blond then directed an annoyed glare at his compatriot before folding her hand in both of his massive paws. “What Buck means is he ran into you on the bike path. By the Glen Span bridge.”

“Oh! Jeez!” Thinking back, all she could see in her mind was the blue shirt and then everything goes kind of hazy until… “Guns? My friends had their guns on you?” 

They both held their hands up, shaking their heads. “A misunderstanding. It all got sorted out pretty quickly, despite Smartass over here trying to get us killed,” James grumbled in Steve’s direction, even as a smirk curled around the corners of his mouth. 

The blond winced at his friend’s description of the events but didn’t correct him. “Anyway, we wanted to come and apologize for all the upheaval we caused for you.”

“And your stitches and things,” the brunet added as he tucked his long bangs behind his ears. Looking down in his lap, he jerked as he noticed the bag by his feet. It was purple and glittery and had tissue paper sticking out of the top and he pushed it into her hands like it may be virulently contagious. “Here. From us.” 

Immediately suspicious, Echo held the bag at arm’s length. “Okay? What is it?”

Steve rolled his eyes with a little huff of impatience. “Telling you ruins the surprise. We went to the trouble of wrapping ‘em—”

“Well, Wanda did,” Buck leaned over to stage-whisper conspiratorially. 

“We went to the trouble of having ‘em wrapped,” the blond corrected with an impatient glare at his friend, “so open it.” 

A little embarrassed at having their eager eyes track her every move, she dug past the mountain of glittery paper to pull out a shrink-wrapped, brand new Stark Phone in the signature red and gold box which she set on the bed next to her. Everything about this situation was so goddamn weird, it was hard to make all the pieces fit together in her head with any kind of coherence. 

“Tony promised me he got all your stuff transferred over,” Steve offered eagerly as he poked the box a little closer to her. 

“Pictures and things,” Buck clarified over his friend’s shoulder. They both seemed greatly invested in her taking the gift.  

She held the box up in one hand while pawing through the bag with the other. “Okay?” Her fingers brushed against another box, this one textured and obviously expensive cardboard and almost as hefty as her phone box. 

Echo’s eyes widened as she pulled out the black box with the distinctive gold writing on it. “Is this…?” she trailed off as she observed the two men closely. Steve nodded encouragingly, so she opened it, almost afraid of what could be inside. Inside was a hard leather case, with gold lettering that matched the exterior box. “You got me Versace sunglasses?” She couldn’t decide if she was happy or mildly horrified. 

The blond nodded vigorously. “Yeah, yours were in pieces from where I stepped on them getting out of the water.” His cheeks flushed as he looked more than a little ashamed. “Tony assured me that you’d be okay with the replacement.” 

“Stevie’s underselling it. Stark said you’d appreciate the upgrade.” 

Upgrade? Shit… she was a city employee and made nowhere near the kind of money that this pair of sunglasses cost. They were likely more expensive than all the clothes in her closet. “I… thank you?” 

“Here.” James nodded at the bag next to her. “There’s more in there.” 

At the expectant looks on their faces, she set the black box aside and turned her attention to the bright yellow envelope just inside the bag. “‘Sorry we broke your stuff, please accept these replacements with our humblest apologies,’” she read, wary of their hopeful expressions when she finished. “'Replacements?' Plural? There’s more?”

[witchywolfewood27]

MY STUCKY BABBLE 💕 Let me know if I should add to this! Which direction I should go! Don’t kind all the errors and crap grammar!)

Scarlett leanes again the kitchen counter in the Avengers compound. Her usual dark red hair, in a messy bun, draped down her shoulders as she waited patiently, tapping her foot against the carpet. It wasn’t even 6am yet and here Scarlett was awake, no proper sleep from the night before. Scarlett knew someone would Eventally make there presents known, but it was Saturday and on Saturdays Scarlett didnt usually see the rest of the team till closer to 9 or 10am. Buttt not Steve! Nope, that super soldier didn’t sleep in to save his life. After his 5am jog, he found himself in the same kitchen Scarlett stood in.. She was looking down at her phone, typing away at something. With the rain drops shook away from his head of hair, he needed a hair cut, he actually allowed his hair to grow up into a shag, like Bucky’s. A smirk spread across Steve’s face as he entered the kitchen and saw Scarlett. Tony’s new assistant, okay, maybe not JUST Tony’s but the whole team had grown to love the sweet little intern. Her red hair was squally in a messy bun as she worked with who ever she was assigned to for that day, with her cute round glasses on her nose and a pen tip in her mouth. She was so sexy with her innocents age she didn’t even know it..

“Good morning, Doll.” Steve greeted Scarlett as he walked past her to the fridge and grabbed out a cold water. He began chugging it, Steve’s gaze on her never faltered. As always, she was too shy to make eye contact with him but she was comfortable enough to at least not to stumble over her words as much as she did when they first met.

Scarlett gave a nod and a soft hum. Steve knows Scarlett wasn’t willing to make conversation before her daily coffee fix. But Steve wanted to give her a little push today. “After I shower, would you like to go grab braise with me? I know this diner-“

Before Scarlett could answer Steve’s question, bucky entered the kitchen with a tired look. He looked awful, like he’s recovering from a hangover. “Coffee..” He grumbles. Scarlett told away from Steve to check off the press was ready. Scarlett has convinced Tony to buy a coffee press very large coffee press because coffee and a coffee press is so much better and stronger than a coffee pot obviously. Scarlett turned and pushed down the coffee press washing the grounds fall to the bottom of the glass beaker. You could smell the aroma of coffee as it wafted their senses. Scarlett grabbed 3 cups out of the cupboard. Steve couldn’t help but watch as Scarlett lifted herself onto her tippy toes to grab the mugs out of the cupboard. Steve eyes narrowed as they trailed down her body seeing as her oversized gray sweater lifted just slightly enough to see her lower back, soft skin he had been wanting to touch. Steve clenched his fists to fight himself and grabbing her and claiming her there in the kitchen in front of Bucky, but he didn’t look away. Bucky was beginning to wake up just ever so slightly. His eyes looked up and looked at Steven and followed Steve’s gaze. Bucky smirked knowingly at Steve, knowing exactly what he was thinking because Buck was, of course, thinking the same thing. Scarlett was a gorgeous woman full figured our glass. She was beautiful. She was also very spontaneous and childish at sometimes. Somehow, she convinced Tony to allow her to not have to wear shoes while she worked. She used her work, barefoot as long as she was in the compound, people got used to it eventually Scarlett pours , coffee, and all three mugs. She holds out a mug to Steve, and he gladly takes it with a warm smile. Bucky grumbles a thank you as he takes his bug from her. She smiles and walks over the fridge, pulls out a strawberry creamer and pour straight into her coffee, she takes her first drink of coffee and hums satisfied Little did she know these little noises caught Bucky and Steve’s attention.

Bucky, he was bold enough to speak first after a little bit, “I like your hair form like that, Doll, you should wear your hair down more often it suits you.” Bucky complemented.

Scarlettt eyes widen as she processed what Bucky had said to her blush spread across her face. Her cheeks began warm. She looked down, and she adjusted her glasses as she always did when she was nervous. She even went as far as tucking a ringlet behind her ear. “Thank you James.” Scarlett’s eyes flickered to Steve who looked…. She couldn’t place his expression. Was he glaring at bucky? She fluttered to lashes and put a gentle hand on steve’s shoulder, Steve snapped his head at scarlettt and softened his expression. “Yes, Steve, I’d love to have breakfast with you.”

Steve’s eyes widened, he didn’t Execpt her to say yes. “Great! That’s great! Uhh, let me go and-“ he began chugging the hot liquid and puts the mug in the sink. “-ill uh, go get ready. You can wear what you’re wearing, by the way.” Steve said as he walked away and out of the kitchen with a boyish grin on his face. She couldn’t help but giggle at Steve. “He’s like a little kid.” Scarlett stated.

[drdawnbreaker]

I need help! If someone could send me in the direction on any of these types of fics, I'll love you forever, ahhh 😭

I'm looking for any fanfics with either Alpha!Bucky x Omega!reader (even stucky that works too)

Or I've seen one, but im wondering if their is more, but fics where 40s!bucky x reader become future!bucky x reader. Like they reunite in the future? Idk if that trope is popular or not (im new ah)

And if anyone can suggest mob boss? Stucky or bucky maybe... I'm just struggling to find any of these. 🙏🙏

[awesomerextyphoon]

Steve: I lost the bet.

You: Which bet?

Bucky: Well this punk bet that Thor wouldn't know what a 'home run' meant.

You: Why?!

Steve: Tony was going on and on calling me an '100 Year Old Virgin'-

You: We all know that's not true! Bucky and I saw to that. For hours I might add!

Steve: He kept calling me that when I had some trouble understanding Quantum Computing.

Bucky: This is why you need to get better with comebacks.

You: This from the guy who thought living on $10K for a week was a cruel punishment!

Steve: Damn-

Bucky: Language, punk!

Steve: Sorry.

You: So how does Thor fit into any of this?

Steve: Yeah. I was thinking of anything to get Tony off my back when Thor walked into the kitchen.

You: That's when you made the bet, huh?

Steve: Turns out he and Selvig watched sports together.

You: So what did you lose?

Steve: Well...

----

Steve: I can't believe I'm doing this!

Bucky: How're the shorts?

Steve: WAY too tight.

You: Yeah they are!

Sam: Why does your tank top say 'I'm a Bi Brooklyn Bitch'?

Bucky and You: Tony.

Sam: Figures.

Steve: I have to wear this all over Midtown.

You: At least you don't have to hide it anymore.

Nat: The Press is gonna have a field day.

[holylulusworld]

Stucky x Reader - One-Shots

Masterlist for all Stucky x Reader one-shots

Find my Steve x Reader x Bucky (no Stucky) masterlist here: Steve x Reader x Bucky Masterlist

Contains: 💔 angst // 💕 fluff // 💦 smut // 🖤 light smut // 🤍 implied smut // 😈 darkish // 🐺 A/B/O

Stucky in love 💕

Put it there 💦

Neighborhood watch 💕

Divider & header by me *for my blog use only*

[mjolnirswriststrap]

Not My Type Pt. 2

(The look on Steve’s face when he realizes what your doing 😭)

Part 1 Masterlist

Bucky Barnes x Plus Size F!Reader x Steve Rogers

Word Count: 2,623

Summary: Your night couldn’t get any better.

Warnings: sub!bucky, no explicit smut, but suggestive themes.

Tags: @mereptt @mcira @blackhawkfanatic @misz-adrii @f-1-refly @bbhaughen

You couldn’t feel your legs. They were completely numb from the cold. Steve showed no signs of even having a chill. Meanwhile you were reduced to hobbling one leg after the other, only 5 blocks in.

Focusing on the walk, and keeping your breath even; so Steve doesn’t notice how winded you were, sobered you even more than the cold. You now realized your situation. Confidence boost drained as soon as Bucky was out of sight.

You’re grateful when traffic causes you to stop at a crosswalk. You bury your arms under each other and try to stay warm in place. Steve noticed you shivering 10 minutes ago. He didn’t have a jacket to give you so he knew making it home was the best option for warmth.

He didn’t expect to stop, and have a moment to do something about it. He quickly wrapped his arms around you from behind, pressing his full body against you. Your legs were still cold but he provided more than enough heat to warm you. You didn’t mind that no words were shared between you the whole walk, he didn’t seem to either, still smiling when you made it back home.

Climbing the stairs to your door, you search for words to say. Are you both seriously going through with this? Did Steve mean it? Sweat was forming on your palms, you noticed when your keys almost slipped out of your grasp, or maybe it was the trembling.

“I-“ you begin, instantly being cut off. “We should talk, inside.” He says, and your heart drops. He regrets it, of course he does, that’s your luck. You knew it was too good to be true. “No need, I get it.” You say, dropping your head.

“I just can’t do this to Bucky.” he says, sitting down on your couch when you made it inside. You were confused, you thought you were doing this because of Bucky. “What?” Him not being into you was less confusing.

Steve sighs, “I like you, and I wouldn’t mind making you forget all about some asshole at a bar.” Your cheeks flush, you knew he meant fucking you till all you could think about was him. “If that asshole wasn’t Bucky, and I didn’t know just how much he really does care about you.”. Oh.

“Let me get this straight, you’re defending him now?” You stand in front of him, placing your hands on your hips. He has to look up to you. “Don’t stand there like that and yell at me, it only makes me want you more. It’s making this harder than it has to be.” You scoff, “Okay Steve, my brain is literally going to explode if you don’t start talking.” You sit down on your coffee table, letting your knees brush his.

As if this is harder for him. You were dragged into a bar to embarrass yourself by friends that meant well. You found out your work crush wouldn’t touch you with a ten foot poll. You somehow told said crush off in an alley after kissing Captain America. Your night couldn’t get any more rough.

“I know he likes you, he might deny it, but I can see the way he looks at you. He has a weird way of showing it, I know. But tonight, I just kept pushing him and I know he regrets what he said. He’s just degrading you to cope with having actual feelings.” He now takes his turn to face the ground, not being able to meet your eye.

“The way he talked about you didn’t sit right with me. I was trying to show him that looks don’t matter, we looked pretty good pressed together in that alley, and I know he saw that.” He paused, thinking over his words.

“I do like you, I don’t want you thinking any different. But I don’t want to carry on with this if Bucky still has a chance, it wouldn’t be right.” You can tell how sincere he is being, and it has you already forgiving Bucky without even receiving an apology from the man himself.

“I’m gonna be honest with you, Steve.” You rub your sweaty palms on your bare knees. “I can’t just pretend like he never said that. I can see that how much your friendship means. It’s no hard feelings, really. But I wouldn’t put myself in a position where Bucky could hurt me again, if you paid me.” You laugh, getting fully used to douche bag guys.

Steve nods his head, understanding that you owe neither of the men a thing. “He would have to crawl in here on his hands and knees begging for a chance with fatty.” You shrug your shoulders, keeping your integrity.

“That could be arranged.” He smiles, breaking up the tension with dopey grin. You mentally face palm. “Go for it tiger, but I won’t be a part of it.” You give him a thumbs up, and suddenly you’re exhausted.

“Tonight’s obviously not happening, and I have to be in your office with everyone else in,” you squint at the clock on your microwave. “, 7 hours. So, and I can’t believe I’m saying this, leave my apartment Captain America.” You pat the side of his knee, reassuring him that you’re being lighthearted.

“Fine, but I will see you at 8 sharp.” He says, standing from the couch and making his way to your door. You follow behind him, needing to deadbolt it. “Why is he the way he is?” You blurt out, figuring Steve’s the only person who could answer that question.

“If you find out I’d love to know.” He throws his hands up. “People like to think I’m close to Bucky, but he never let anyone in after he was deprogrammed. Not even me, so I think he’s just having a hard time letting feelings for you in, his brain won’t let him.”.

“Why go after my weight?” You ask, as if Steve answers for him. He shrugs “Cause it was basic, and cliché. Made it seem like something was wrong with him, not you. I’ve tried to wrap my head around the new word, ‘fatphobia’ but I can’t, it seems like a personal problem that people project onto other heavier people.” How was he real? Steve Rogers continues to amaze you with every word that falls from his lips.

When Steve opens the door you both come face to face with Bucky. Standing there, having followed you home. Staying a hundred yards back, watching your every move. He stood outside and heard every word shared between you and Steve.

He knew the only thing he could do to make it right. So he did, wordlessly dropping to his knees on your doorstep. “What are you doing here?” Steve tries to interject, but you press your hand to his chest, needing him to be quiet for a minute.

You can’t break eye contact with Bucky, unable to believe what he’s doing. His eyes are red, cheeks stained with tears. A smug smile falls on your lips and you pull Steve along with you as you walk backwards. Giving Bucky room to step into the house.

He leans forward, placing both palms on the carpeted entryway. Your hand on Steve’s chest can feel the shallow breaths he was taking. But you couldn’t think to hard about him right now, Bucky was crawling on his hands and knees towards you, with giant blue puppy dog eyes, that literally leaked with regret.

Once Bucky made it to your feet, he sat back on his heels, holding his hands in his lap. “I’m sorry.”, his eyes fill with more tears, “Everything Steve said was right.” He sighs, looking over to his friend.

“I don’t know how to let people in. I’m insecure, and possibly the dumbest man alive.” He reaches out and grasps your hand, needing you to feel his sincerity. His eyes set hard, having difficulty admitting the next part, “You scare the shit out of me.”.

You let out a laugh, breaking up the tension in the room. “I scare you?” You didn’t mean for it to come out as loud as it did, but you were still upset. He nods, pressing his eyebrows together. “Yes.”. He comes closer to you, till his chest bumped against your knees. He held both hands now, “Please, forgive me, I’ll do anything. You’re the only person in this new world that makes me feel, anything. After I was deprogrammed, you were the only thing that felt normal, like home. Not Brooklyn, the past.” He takes your stoicism as an invitation to rest his hands on your thighs, wanting to physically connect with you while he rips himself open.

“The way you smelled of honeysuckles.” He presses his face against your stomach, inhaling deeply. “Red lipstick always on hand, making your smile brighter than any I’d ever saw. The way you walked up to me on your first day, so brave and confident. You remind me of home and it’s scary.”.

Your heart sank. This whole time, this is how he felt? All the harsh staring and denial was just, homesickness? You look down and feel yourself begin to feel guilty, even though you’ve done nothing wrong. “I didn’t know.”.

Steve, who had stayed silent this whole time, face set in stone, finally speaks up. “No, you didn’t know. So don’t feel bad. Again, it’s his fault for being dumb.” He steps closer to the two of you, starting to feel possessive over you. He wasn’t going to let Bucky get by with a half hearted apology. He could tell he was holding something back.

“I don’t believe it, you’re scared of her because she’s perfect for you?” He squats down to Bucky’s level, trying to intimidate him. Bucky looks between you, not sure if he should answer him. You raise your brow, letting him know Steve peaked your interest.

“Everything I’ve ever known or loved is gone, relics of the past. I’m scared that you might go away too, if you got too close to me.”.

Steve was visibly hurt. Did he not remind Bucky of home? He’s known Bucky his whole life, why couldn’t he let him in? He knew Steve wasn’t going anywhere. The Captain stayed silent, knowing tonight was about the hurt Bucky caused you, not him. He would pay for Steve’s emotional wounds later.

Before he can plot anything in his mind he’s being pulled up from the floor by you. “What do you think his punishment ought to be, huh Stevie?” When he looked at your face all he could see was deviance. Playing along, he pinches his chin in thought. “Hmm, you know, I’d hate to leave without finishing what we started earlier.”. He spins you to face him, letting his hands find the curve of your ass.

“I like that idea.” You bat your eyelashes at him. Your raise yourself up on your tippy toes and kiss him, tangling your fingers in his hair. You hear a whine from the floor beside you. Bucky’s face is red and you can tell he’s confused. “You sit there and be a good boy, then I’ll forgive you and maybe even let you touch me.”. You say, letting both Steve and Bucky know, you’re not the same person in the bedroom.

You loved degrading men. In your everyday life you might come across as sweet, unsuspecting, inexperienced. But you weren’t, there’s no shortage of men wanting a woman to dominate them. You’d never had the pleasure of using one this far out of your league.

Tonight, you were going to take advantage of it. Seeing Bucky crawl on his hands and knees lit a fire inside of you. You didn’t need to hear his apology at that point. Everything after it was pure showmanship. The performance of your life.

The morning came before you knew it. Your 7am alarm blaring through your studio apartment. Steve and Bucky left earlier, waking you up with goodbye kisses, but your foggy, half asleep brain barely registered that they left. You wore your hair down today, letting last nights curls be free. You didn’t opt for makeup, knowing the intense winter training would melt it off anyways.

When you make it to work, you see a lot of sunglasses. “Is everyone hungover?” You ask Natasha who’s nursing a black coffee. “Almost everyone.” She nods towards the two super soldiers standing behind Steve’s desk.

You blush when Steve gives you a wide smile, hoping no one in the office noticed. But of course Wanda senses the change in your footsteps and the buzzing reverberating off of you. She sits beside you in the semicircle of chairs, leaning over to whisper “I’m gonna need details.” She nudges her shoulder with yours, teasing you.

Before you could retaliate, Steve starts the debrief. “Winter training, gotta love it.” The whole room groans as Steve laughs. “I won’t keep you too long, I know you all have a long day ahead of you. But I like to think a good ole pep talk is the best thing for a team.”.

You roll your eyes. You liked Steve, but boss Steve was exhausting. You press your forehead on Wanda’s shoulder, you both hated this cringy kind of thing. “I’d like to remind you all why we train so vigorously. Teamwork. We all preform better together. We have to constantly be adapting to eachother, our strengths, and weaknesses.” He looks into each of your coworkers eyes, trying to drive his point.

“We change, just like the seasons, so pay special attention to your training partner today. They might teach you something new.” The inspirational speech was enough to have you wanting to go back home and go back to sleep, something you only received 3 hours of.

“Wanda, Sam, and Bruce, I want you guys down at the lake. Yelena, Natasha and Clint, go to the helipad, further instruction will be waiting.” He looks at the tablet infront of him, reading off bullet points.

“Y/N, Bucky and I are scheduled to be in the gym. Peter and Vision are already with Tony and Rhodes in the lab. Any questions?” He dismisses everyone after that. He changed it. So smoothly that no one noticed, you’d been scheduled to be at the lake with Wanda and Bruce. Of course Sam wouldn’t protest the change up, Steve just had to ask nicely.

When everyone shuffled out of the room, Wanda reminded you she wanted details over lunch later. Once everyone was gone you were suddenly aware that you were left alone with them. You were blinded by lust last night, not realizing the position you put yourself in. Were you with Bucky now? His confession was pretty serious. Were you with both of them? Was it a one night stand? Are they done with you now that they’ve had their fun? A million questions ran through your head while you waited by the door.

“Ready?” Bucky opens the door for you, ushering you into the hallway. You give him a tight lipped smile, not knowing how to interact with him not on his knees. You definitely weren’t the same person in the bedroom. Your regular self was awkward and embarrassingly nice at times. Would either of them still want you, once they see how different you could be?

They knew you before, and even liked you before. But now they have something else to base it off. Was your dominance too much for a long term thing with them? You have a feeling you’re about to find out, as you all pile into the small room with a wall of mirrors and elliptical.

[thatsmzbitchtoyou]

Emerald Hallow Chapter 1

Summary: Steve Rogers wants to move on.  He wants to forget Peggy, and dive into the 21st century.  But this man of the past doesn’t know how to navigate being an Alpha in a modern world of skittish Omegas.  He prides himself on his self control, never wanting to harm or scare them, until something just smells too damn good…and he’s not the only one who notices.  

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Warnings: abo!dynamics, smutty smut smut, name calling, eventual threesome, voyeurism, rough sex

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Steve prided himself on his self control. He was a Beta before the super soldier serum, and when his body went through the transformation so did his classification. Not only did he have to learn how to operate his new body but as a new Alpha he had to learn how to handle the intense emotions and instincts that came with it. He’d been able to work through most of it without endangering any Omegas along the way. Anytime a moment of weakness chipped at his psyche the words of Dr. Erskine would rattle his brain: “…you must promise me that you will stay who you are. Not a perfect soldier. But a good man.” Good men, good Alphas, did not attack or take what they wanted from others. Steve was well aware of the plight of Omegas in the world. If there was one thing that had stayed consistent throughout his long life it was that Omegas were still considered “less” by many, something to be bred and fulfill Alphas’ needs. He didn’t feel this way, but knew many others did.

After returning the Infinity stones he had gone to see Peggy in the past for closure, but did not stay. As much as he wanted to, he just couldn’t. He loved her, but she was also an Alpha, and same classification couples never worked out.  Bucky needed him, and a promise of “’til the end of the line” was a promise. He had helped transition Sam into the Captain America role and quickly retired, only advising on missions rather than taking the lead. He tried to reintegrate back into regular civilian life, finding his next adventure. He wanted to move on from Peggy and find an Omega to settle down and have a family with.

So far he had no luck. He had started going by his middle name, Grant, and had grown out his beard and hair again so he wasn’t as recognizable as “Captain America” anymore. The dates he’d gone on had been unsuccessful. Omegas were hard to come by nowadays, and to find one willing to even go on a date was even harder. He felt like he was being a gentleman, not expecting anything from them other than to get to know them and see if it was worth pursuing, but he could feel the anxiety and tension dripping from their scents every time. He couldn’t blame them, but it also made him feel like the magic or allure of a great romance that he was looking for to replace his feelings for Peggy was a pipe dream.

One late Autumn night as he left Bucky’s apartment and headed home he smelled something that made him skid to a stop. Amongst the carved pumpkins and crisp Autumn air was something tantalizing, mouth-watering, and made the hair on the back of his neck raise in anticipation. His body moved towards the smell without him even realizing, his nose held high as he followed the scent down a block and into an old fashioned jazz club. It reminded him of the old dance halls of the 1940s, a live band playing on a stage with tables skirting the walls, making a small circle in the middle for couples to dance. There were vintage Halloween decorations lining the walls and the bar.  He made a mental note to tell Bucky about this place as the scent grew stronger and he blindly walked toward the stage.

“My lovelies!” A drag queen’s deep voice boomed into the microphone. She was dressed in an extravagant vampire costume, and as Steve looked around he noticed almost everyone was dressed in some type of Halloween themed costume or vintage clothes.  “Thank you for coming to tonight’s Autumn Jazz Fest!  Last but certainly not least, is our very own…Emerald Hallow!” The drag queen gave a great flourish with her arm and the curtain behind her opened to reveal the singer. Steve’s heart stuttered as the Alpha in him awoke. She was the scent he followed.  An unmated Omega.  The singer was short and plus size, her voluptuous curves slightly jiggling as she sauntered up to the vintage looking microphone.  She wore a long, flowy, shimmering velvet black dress with sheer lace sleeves that opened wide at her wrists with tassels swaying as she swung her arms, tattoos peeking out from the lace.  The neckline plunged down deep between her large breasts, giving the audience quite the view.  Her long nails were pointy and painted black, gently twisting the tassels as she adjusted the microphone to her height.  She had dyed emerald green hair that was long and finger-waved with two large victory rolls atop.  She wore gold earrings that had deep red hearts with what looked like blood dripping from them, black lipstick and sharp cat-eye eyeliner.  The black lipstick made her teeth look striking as she smiled seductively when the audience clapped for her.  Steve swore under his breath.  She was one of the most beautiful things he had ever seen. 

“Happy almost-Halloween, my pretties!” she greeted them, some people in the audience whooping and hollering for her.  Steve could feel a growl rumble in his chest at the attention she was getting from others, and mentally chastised himself for losing his composure.  “Would you like to hear some spooky tunes?”  Some more clapping and whooping made her smile wider.  “Okay, okay, I’ll give it to you…so needy,” she teased the audience, winking at someone off to the side.  Steve moved closer to the stage, just off to the side as the band behind her started playing.  She closed her eyes and breathed deeply, opening them again as her body started to move to the beat.  “They say that I’m a witch, and that I weave a spell.  Well…”

Emerald danced with her hips and shoulders like singers of old would.  Her scent became heavier to Steve as she did something she obviously loved, and it made his Alpha instincts scream at him to claim her.  He sat himself in a chair at one of the nearest tables, needing to hide his growing erection.

She held out the last note, her voice ringing out as the band hit a big chord at the end and she raised her arms.  The audience cheered loudly, the couples who had been dancing stopped to join in on the applause.  Emerald bowed and acknowledged the band behind her.  Steve clapped and watched her closely.   He was clocking all the Alphas in the audience, making note of the ones who were unmated and watching her like he was.  It made him feel like a creep, but something deep within him was not willing to just walk out and go home.  He was stuck to the spot, and would wait all night if he had to just to get a moment with her.  

She sang a few more songs then suddenly pulled out a chair from behind the piano.  “I’ve got one more for you tonight,” she said.  The audience whined loudly.  “Aaaww, are you gonna miss me?” she teased, sticking her lip out sadly.  She smirked as she set the chair in the middle of the stage and took the microphone out of the stand to freely walk around.  “I’m gonna need a big, strong Alpha volunteer,” she said in a low, seductive voice.  As her eyes swept the crowd multiple loud voices yelled out, hands raising and Alphas standing up from their chairs.  Steve stayed seated, desperately wanting her to choose him but not wanting to come off that way.  He decided to let his instincts take over for just a moment and let off a pheromone scent of himself towards her.  As her eyes continued to look out at the crowd they subtly widened and her back stiffened as her eyes instantly went to him.  Her eyes flashed as she gazed at him, and her smirk deepened.  Steve felt like the air between them was buzzing as he held her gaze, not daring to look away.

“You,” she pointed at him and then curled her finger, gesturing to him to come up.  Steve slowly got up and followed the stairs up to the stage.  There was a chorus of disappointed noises mixed with clapping from the audience as he approached her.  “Take a seat, handsome,” she said, patting the top of the chair.  Steve sat on the chair and looked up at her, memorizing every feature of her face.  “What’s your name?” she asked, standing closer to him and holding the microphone to his face.

“S–Grant,” Steve said, clearing his throat after nearly slipping up on his name.

Emerald eyed him but her smile never faltered.  “Grant.  Everybody say ‘Hello Grant!’”  She held the microphone out to the audience who chanted back at her in greeting him.  “And what do you do, Grant?”

“Consulting,” Steve said automatically, a polite smile on his face as he warred with himself not to reach out and touch her.

“How vague…” Emerald said cheekily, raising her eyebrows and making the crowd laugh.  “It’s alright, keep your secrets, handsome,” she said as she walked behind him then ran her hand over his shoulder and down his chest, her chin resting on his opposite shoulder, making them cheek to cheek.  “I like a man who is mysterious…” 

Steve let out a shuddering breath as the jittery energy he felt from her touching him flowed through his veins.  His shoulders and chest felt like they were doused with ice water where she touched him, and his cheek warmed as he blushed with her so close.  The Alpha howled at him to take her, right there in front of everyone, making his hands shake as he quickly folded them together and covered his crotch with his entwined fists.

“Can I sing this last song to you, Grant?” she said, her lips slightly grazing his ear, her hot breath making him shiver.  Steve didn’t trust his voice so he slightly looked towards her and nodded.  “Thank you,” she said, then moved away and turned to the band.  “Shall we, lovies?”

“We shall!” the band called back to her, then counted themselves in.  The melody started into a song Steve actually recognized from some music Sam had recommended to him.

Emerald walked towards the edge of the stage where Steve had walked up and then turned towards him sharply.  “Well it’s a marvelous night for a moondance with the stars up above in your eyes,” she sang, her shoulders keeping the beat.  “A fantabulous night to make romance ‘neath the cover of October skies,” she continued, twirling around and turning towards the bass player behind her, giving her a wink before facing Steve again.  “And all the leaves on the trees are falling to the sound of the breezes that blow.  You know I'm tryin' to please to the calling of your heartstrings that play soft and low.”  She stepped slowly towards him, her eyes never leaving his face.  “And the night’s magic seems to whisper and hush.  You know the soft moonlight seems to shine in your blush!”  The band suddenly picked up, the sound swelling around Steve.  Emerald smiled widely.  “Can I just have one more moondance with you, my love?”  She quickly closed the distance between them and leaned down, her hand reaching out and cupping his jaw, making him move toward her.  Steve’s eyes widened.  “Can I just make some more romance with a-you, my love?”  She leaned forward as she held his face and nuzzled her nose against his nose.  As the chorus ended she released him and turned, jutting her hips towards him as they rocked to the beat.

“Well I wanna make love to you tonight, I can’t wait til the morning has come,” she sang, looking over her shoulder at him.  He shifted in the seat, his pants feeling even more tight.  “And I know now the timing is just right and straight into my arms you will run,” she walked behind him again, her hand doing as it had done before but this time running down his arm and squeezing his bicep.  “And when you come my heart will be waiting to make sure that you’re never alone.”  She walked around him again until she faced him, then sank down into his lap.  “There and then all my dreams will come true dear, there and then I will make you my own.”  Steve’s hands gripped her hip and her knee to keep her planted on his lap, his hands still shaking at the close proximity and at getting to finally touch her even just a little.  She wrapped her free arm around his shoulder to keep herself upright.

“And every time I touch you, you just tremble inside,” her nails gently scraped against the scent gland on his neck, making him gasp and his mouth drop open as he watched her.  “And I know how much you want me that,” she winked at him, bringing her face slightly closer to his, “you can’t hide.”

Steve’s eyebrows knitted together.  He was sure his face was showing nothing but pure desire right now, and couldn’t find it in himself to care.  His grip on her tightened and he swallowed thickly.

“Can I just have one more moondance with you, my love?”  Her fingers moved up and ran through his hair, scratching his scalp, causing his eyelids to flutter shut at the massage.  “Can I just make some more romance with a-you…” she held the note out as she pulled him closer, this time making them nose to nose.  The audience was whooping and hollering again, a chant of “Kiss him!” coming through the crowd as the music paused to build tension.  She stared Steve down, her eyes flickering to his lips once then back up to his eyes.  Steve was breathing heavily, waiting to see what she would do.  After a long beat she dipped her head and kissed the side of his mouth, just out of reach of his lips.  The audience was a mix of cheers and disappointed groans as she pulled away and licked her lips as she looked at him again before lifting the microphone back up to her mouth.  “My love,” she sang the last line softly, and as the band finished with a jazzy ending she rested her forehead against his forehead as she caught her breath.  Steve didn’t want it to end, holding her firmly against him as the music ended and the audience applause nearly deafened him.  He didn’t want this bubble to burst, this magical moment to end, and yet his hands slipped away when she shifted to stand from his lap.  

Emerald adjusted her dress and stood then took his hand and helped lift him from the chair, holding his hand up in hers high and then gesturing with their joined hands to bow.  Steve bowed with her and plastered a polite smile on his face as he watched her smile widen at the crowd.  “Whoo, is it hot in here or is it just me?” She joked, making everyone laugh again as they continued to clap.  “Everybody give it up for our lucky man, Grant!”  Another round of applause erupted as Steve nodded, a shy smile pulling at his mouth.  She pulled his hand towards her and opened her arms for a hug.  Steve happily ducked down to her embrace, his arms resting on her lower back as her free hand gripped his shoulder.  Her face slightly twisted and her lips were by his ear again.  “Meet me at the back door, ten minutes,” she whispered.  Steve nodded minutely before pulling away.  She released him and clapped for him as well as he waved a hand and stepped down from the stage.

As the drag queen who hosted came back out and closed the show Steve grabbed a shot at the bar, paid, then left through the front door.  He quickly rounded the building, down the alley, until he reached the back of the building.  He found the back door and leaned up against the wall next to it to wait.  He didn’t know what would happen next, but if she wanted to see him afterwards then the magical moment must have meant something to her, too.  Eight minutes went by until the door swung open and his green haired beauty emerged.

Her eyes quickly found him and she smirked.  “Grant,” she greeted him, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Emerald,” Steve greeted her back, pushing himself off the wall.  “Though I’m guessing that’s not your name.”

“You guessed right,” she said.  “Though it seems we’re both using different names, Steve Rogers.”

Steve’s eyes widened and his smile fell.  He quickly cleared his throat and looked down.  “That obvious, huh?”

“Probably not to the average person,” she said as she took a step toward him.  “But most people haven’t had a grandparent that was a huge fan of Captain America like I did, who took me to the Smithsonian any chance he got to educate me about the great Steve Rogers and the Howling Commandos.  I’d recognize those eyes anywhere,” she quirked an eyebrow at him.  “Though I have to say, I like the longer hair and beard look.  Makes you much more ruggedly handsome.”

Steve’s smile returned and he blushed at her compliment.  “Ruggedly handsome?”

“Oh yes,” she smiled widely at him.  She took another step toward him, making her look up at him.  She analyzed his face for a moment before she sighed heavily.  “Dirty trick you played in there, using your scent on me,” she said quietly, her smile falling.

Steve’s eyebrows raised in surprise.  “Oh, um…I’m sorry,” he said quickly, embarrassed that although it worked in getting him noticed and chosen, she was obviously not happy with him about it.  

“Hm,” she hummed, looking him over.  “I was going to choose you regardless, you know?” she said, reaching a hand out and running her fingers over the lining of his coat.  “I scented you from the moment you walked in,” she said, her fingers sliding up towards his collar.  “A Manhattan cocktail, with an undertone of sandalwood and amber,” she met his gaze again.  “And a hint of petrichor.”

“Petrichor?” Steve asked, his eyes never leaving her fingers that gripped his collar lightly.

“The smell after a long awaited rain,” she whispered.  She pulled him down by his collar and guided his face towards her neck.  Steve’s arms wrapped around her like he was hugging her, his grip pulling her flush against him as he nuzzled his nose against her scent gland inhaling deeply.  He felt like he was skipping a lot of steps in the process.  Scenting another person was extremely personal, and not something done by strangers like this.  “You obviously came here for this,” she said as he rubbed the tip of his nose against her neck.

Steve groaned, getting drunk off the scent that nearly drove him crazy enough to lose control.  She gave it up so easily to him.  “Fuck…” he whispered as his tongue licked along the gland, nipping lightly at her skin.  Her fingers tightened around his coat, a soft whimper falling from her lips.  “I couldn’t tell what it was, but…” he sniffed again, his eyes rolling.  “Bergamot, rose, and sandalwood.  Like the perfumes I used to smell back in the day,” he said as his lips traveled to her jaw and then kissed her cheek softly.  “With a hint of ocean air,” he smirked at her as he pulled away to look at her.  Her eyes were hooded as she looked back up at him, her mouth open as she breathed heavily.  “Your name?” he asked.

She huffed a silent laugh as she smiled.  “Y/N Y/L/N.”

“Y/N,” Steve repeated it, liking the way it felt on his tongue.  

Her smile tightened.  “We should slow down.”

“We should,” Steve agreed, but didn’t let go of her.

She pulled away a little, which almost felt like a punch to his gut.  Y/N looked up at him and mischievously grinned.  “How about you take me out and show me some of that old school charm?  And we’ll see where that leads us.”

Steve chuckled at that, his smile widening.  “You took the words right out of my mouth.  Though it sounds much more smooth coming from you.”

“I can be smooth when I wanna be,” she giggled.  She gave him another look over then stepped back, reaching for and holding one of his hands while fishing out her phone from her coat pocket.  She unlocked the phone and handed it to him.  Steve quickly pulled his phone out and gave it to her as well and they exchanged numbers.  

“I’ll call you,” Steve said as he made sure to save her contact information.

“You better,” Y/N smirked.  She pulled him down by his collar again and kissed the side of his mouth, making him growl impatiently.  It only made her laugh as she stepped out of his reach.  “See you around, Steve,” she said his name in her seductive voice that she used on stage.  

Steve sighed heavily and composed himself.  “See you soon, Y/N.” She walked to the back door and knocked in a pattern, then the bass player walked out, giving her and Steve a once over and scoffing before walking towards one of the cars parked along the back alley.  Y/N waved to Steve then followed the band member, who drove off with her.  Steve watched until she was out of sight then laughed to himself.  This is going to be interesting.

This is the "dirtiest" fic I've written so far. I'm not usually a #stucky fan, but I thought I'd give a crack at it. Hope y'all like it!