#Stucky series

[lanadelreyscokewhor3]

A SWEET TREAT- STUCKY

Pairing: Roomates! Stucky x Fem! Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Summary: while eating the best ice cream you’ve ever tasted, you teasingly confess to your roomates you’d let ben and jerry do anything they wanted to you. the next time you open the freezer, their names have been crossed out, and replaced with bucky and steves. be prepared for a treat much sweeter than ice cream...

Warnings: SMUT, threesum, blowjob, praise kink, degradation kink, petnames, masturbation mentioned, finger sucking & gagging, sub space, size kink/ belly bulge, small daddy kink, swearing, teasing, bucky speaking russian bc oh my god that needs its own warning

Notes: in honour of summer being near, i made this while eating some BOMB ass ice cream! if ur lactose intolerant, you arent in this fic, hop on the dairy train bb;)

As Steve dug in his pocket, pulling out the apartment key that jangled with the little heart-shaped keychain you had made him, he was not expecting to hear a loud moan come from the other side of the door. 

It made him stop in his tracks, key halfway in the lock as he froze, eyes widening. 

It was your moan. 

He could recognise that sweet, high-pitched whine anywhere. 

Whenever you thought he and Bucky were asleep, he could hear you moan into your pillow through the paper-thin walls, hand between your legs at an odd hour of the night. He never told you could hear you, knowing you’d be too embarrassed to do anything in the apartment again. 

And that wouldn't work for Steve.

 He craved those sweet noises like a drug, often slipping his hand down to stroke his cock in rhythm with your moans. 

But it wasn't very late, and it wasn't far enough to be in the comfort of your bedroom. Was Bucky fucking you? He and Bucky had discussed it many times, often fantasying over you together, talking about every little way they’d fuck your gorgeous body, but was he seriously doing without him? 

The thought of Bucky touching your pretty little body without him present had him slamming open the door at an alarming speed, handle banging into the wall hard enough to scratch the paint. 

You jumped from the sound, stumbling back into the fridge with your ice cream in hand. Steve looked at you with a wild look in his eye, appearing to be searching for Bucky. 

“Could you slam the door open any harder Stevie? The wall told me earlier today it wanted a massive hole in it.” you grumbled, attempting to catch your breath from the scare. Clutching the carton of ice cream tightly, you padded over to the couch just as Bucky stepped out from his room, hair still wet and dripping from his shower. 

You gulped at the sight of his bare chest, abs gleaming in pretty shades of pink as the sunset spiled in through the windows. Sweatpants were slung low on his hips, a look of confusion on his face as he noted Steve shaking his head, shutting the door behind him as he slung off his shoes. 

“You okay punk?” he asked softly, making his way to you on the couch, sliding your bare legs across his lap, watching with delight as the oversized shirt you wore of Steve’s slid up to reveal your thighs. 

“Mhmm. Thought I heard something, that's all.” 

You stopped mid-bite, realization hitting you like a freight train. Turning to face him, you quickly grabbed a pillow, throwing it with all your might at the blonde. 

“Steven Grant Rogers! You came bursting through that door because you heard me moan?! You pervert!” you shrieked, making Bucky howl with laughter. “Hey you said it!” he grinned, grabbing the pillow and throwing it on the chair. 

“You boys are gross. Let me enjoy my ice cream in peace.” you sighed, adjusting yourself so that Steve could sit with you and Bucky on the couch, resting your head on his knee. “Go ahead bunny. Stevie won't bother you anymore.” he grinned, eyes filled with delight as he raised his eyebrow at the blonde, patting your calf gently.

 “Better not.” you grumbled, scooping out a chunk of cookie dough from the ice cream. “I’m not that gross. Just sometimes.” Steve smiled, his hand coming down to stroke your hair, watching your face confront in pleasure as you chewed the cookie dough.

 “All guys are gross, you all got cooties.” you grumbled, mouth full, as you rolled your eyes. A little smack on your thigh made you yelp, Bucky's hand rubbing over the bare flesh where he hit you lightly. 

“You take that back bunny!” he laughed, watching you attempting to kick his arm, with no success. “Never. Never ever.” you smiled, spooning more ice cream into your mouth. 

The chocolate flavors melted on your tongue, the traces of brownie and cookie dough still lingering as you swallowed. “This is genuinely the best thing I’ve ever had in my entire life. Oh my god, I would let the people who made this do whatever they wanted to me.” you moaned, purring in delight as Steve’s fingers began to comb through your silky strands, scratching your scalp gently. 

“Anything?” Bucky asked, eyebrow raised as he looked over at Steve. 

“Anything.” you replied, too lost in the ice cream and the feelings of Bucky's hand stroking your soft skin to notice the look of amusement on each of their faces, wicked grins and winks being exchanged back and forth. 

“I’m gonna hold that against you dolly.” Steve sang, making you laugh. 

Oh, you were in for a treat. One much sweeter than that ice cream indeed.

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“Didn’t I say I’d hold those words against you honey?” Steve asked softly, gripping your chin so you were forced to look into his baby blue eyes, the mock pity etched on his face as Bucky pounded into you from behind. 

You were much too gone to speak, the snarky, quick-witted reply you had so desperately wanted to say back stuck in your throat. Only a low whimper had left your lips that were now shaped in an O-shape, eyes widened to saucers as Bucky gripped your hips even tighter. 

Although you were at a loss for words now, you were beyond thankful you weren't on that couch, spilling your guts about every little position you’d let the ice cream company hit, teasingly. 

The next time you had opened that same freezer, spoon in hand as you reached for your little carton, you froze.

 No longer was it Ben and Jerry’s, but Bucky and Steve's name written in black sharpie. 

“Oh my god, I would let the people who made this do whatever they wanted to me.” “Anything?” “Anything.” 

You had shut the freezer with a soft slam, surprise written all over your face as Bucky and Steve strolled into the kitchen, grins evident on their faces as your arms limply fell to your sides. 

That was how you had ended up here, in this position, one of many you had spilled to the boys. Bucky pounding into you from behind, Steve's hands teasing you until you cried. 

“There's no point in talkin to her punk she's a goner.” Bucky chuckled, his thrusts making you cry out, your eyes beginning to glaze over from the stimulation he was giving you. 

He growled as you clenched around him, your toes curling from the way his cock prodded your g-spot, the way you could feel him bulging through your belly. 

“Oh don’t be so rough with our doll Buck. She’s just a lil thing compared to us.” Steve warned, the bulging veins from the back of his hand stroking your cheek lightly as you inched forward with every one of Bucky's ministrations. 

“S’tight I can’t help it.” he growled roughly, arm slipping under your stomach as your now shaking legs were unable to keep you up on all fours. “I gotcha bunny you just keep your eyes on Steve okay? Don’t want you passing out on us just yet.” he winked, laughing at your little ahs you let out with each movement. 

“Stevie…” you trailed off in a daze, head becoming light and cloudy as you stared at the smiling man in front of you. “Yes honey I’m right here. Open up okay sweet girl?” 

You nodded slowly, mouth opening wider as he slipped his two fingers inside, your tongue swirling around his digits with a strangled moan. “Ohhh she likes that. Keep doin that punk.” Bucky moaned, feeling you clench tighter around him the further back Steve's fingers went. 

Suddenly, his large fingers hit the back of your throat, making you cry out as you choked around him. “Shhh, I’m preparing you sweetheart. Something someone should have done before they started rutting into you like a bitch in heat.” Steve narrowed his eyes up on Bucky, in to which Bucky just shrugged as if to say oh well. 

You whined as he slid his fingers out, wrapping his tongue around them and sucking your saliva clean off them with a boyish grin.

 “Okay doll you ready?” he asked gently, beginning to gather your hair in a makeshift ponytail. The same hair he was stroking and playing with, so innocently as you ate your ice cream. 

Oh how the table have turned indeed. 

“Course she's ready, little bunny wants to be filled from both ends.” Bucky smirked, thrusting into hard and rough as you nodded in agreement, staring up at Steve as he now towered over you. “Is that right baby?” 

“Yes daddy.” you whispered hoarsely, sticking your tongue out in obedience. 

“Oh fuck…” Steve moaned, bringing his hard, aching cock to your lips. You lapped at the precum that coated the tip, moaning as he yanked your hair so you were forced to meet his eyes. 

“Eyes on me. Got it?” 

You nodded, purely dumbfounded. A sharp thrust from behind had you keening, and you wrapped your lips around Steve's cock, hollowing your cheeks as you took him down your throat. 

Fresh tears stained your flushed cheeks as Bucky slapped your ass harshly, Steve’s control of your head making you take him deeper and deeper. You moaned, the vibrations around his cock making him growl as he began to fuck your throat in perfect harmony with Bucky. 

The sight of Steve's head thrown back in pleasure, his adams apple bobbing as you pleasured him made your core tingle, flames licking down your spine as you felt release in an arms reach. 

“такой милый кролик…” Bucky moaned, his own orgasm approaching as you gripped him tightly. “Buck she's gonna cum.” Steve whispered, frantic eyes meeting your own, your tears and hiccups turning them on even more. 

“I know… can feel her squeezin the life outta me.” he replied with a grunt. “Let go, sweetheart, we’re right here with you.” Steve cooed softly. 

Those were the words you needed to hear. 

The coil in your belly snapped, your vision turning white as you came all over Bucky's cock. The sensations were overwhelming, each muscle, bone and blood cell consumed with pure pleasure as the men continued to use you, riding you through your orgasm. 

“Oh godddd-” Bucky moaned, hips stilling as he spilled inside you, his cream coating your spongy walls as you shook from under him. Steve followed suit, his cum trickling down your throat, the taste bitter yet sweet as you swallowed every last drop he gave you, his sweet praises encouraging you to lick him clean.

 “Such a good girl sweetheart, we’re so proud of you.” he smiled, slowly pulling his cock out of your mouth, watching you sputter for breath. 

“You are?” you croaked, sniffling as your arms could no longer support you either. “Yes bunny we’re so proud of you. But we’re not done just yet.” Bucky smiled, his hands slowly guiding you upwards on your knees, his cock still firmly inside your weeping hole. 

The look he gave Steve had you whimpering, the light in his eye meaning there could only be trouble brewing in that filthy mind of his. 

“Switch Stevie?”

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[broodybuck]

Slow Dancing in a Burning Room | Series Part 1

Series Summary: At a strip club, Steve figures out one of the dancers is homeless. He offers him the guest room in his home along with anything else he wants. He offers to take care of Bucky. Even though Bucky can't understand why.

Series Tags: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes | Rated E | Tags: 18+ explicit smut, sugar daddy Steve Rogers, stripper Bucky Barnes, age difference, no powers AU, daddy kink, dom Steve Rogers, sub Bucky Barnes

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Steve isn't a strip club kind of guy, usually. But his friend Tony drags Steve with him tonight.

Steve can admit, he is enjoying himself. Tony chose a men's strip club knowing Steve's taste. Tony's into everything anyway so it didn't slow him down. He has a line of strippers waiting to dance for him since he pulled out a literal bucket of money.

Steve isn't that flashy with his money. He's honestly only tipping the strippers because he assumes they need it. And also, the men are stunning, ripped. Yeah, they're nice to look at.

But it makes Steve's chest hurt looking at these men selling their bodies for money, parading around in their underwear as a necessity. No one should have to do that. But all Steve can do is tip them as much as he can.

Most of them have spotted Tony's bucket of money and are making their way over to him. So Steve's left to watch the stage and tip the dancers as they come and go.

That's when he sees him. By far, the youngest and smallest model the club has. God, he looks fresh out of high school. His skin is smooth and pale. He's fit, Steve can tell, but he only has half the muscles of his coworkers. He needs a little more meat on his bones to work up to them.

Beyond the model's body, his eyes catch Steve's attention. They're a piercing blue that digs into Steve's soul. The boy's hair is long and wavy, brushing across those blue eyes every time he moves his body around the pole.

Steve's mouth waters. He beckons the stripper over for a dance, takes out a hundred-dollar bill. The younger brunet's eyes widen. He straddles Steve's lap seductively and leans in close to his ear.

"You could pay for a private room with that," the boy breathes, digs his hips in circles and rocks a bit. "Or you could save the big bucks and take me home tonight... for free."

The offer is tempting, of course it is, but Steve doesn't want to just bed the boy for a night. He wants him off this stage and into his bed permanently. He doesn't want just sex.

"Just a dance is fine, thank you," Steve says, tucking the money into the waistband of the dancer's booty shorts.

The model shoots him a look, then rushes to the end of the dance. The boy proceeds to avoid Steve the rest of the night, he must be mad Steve declined his offer.

It doesn't surprise Steve in the slightest when he leaves the club later on and finds the same beautiful boy linking arms with an older man, walking toward the parking lot.

Steve returns to the club the next few nights. He watches the young man dance on stage every evening. Then at the end of the night, he watches the brunet go home with a different customer each time.

It's the end of the week and the boy walks out for the first time with no one on his arm, alone. It's the first time he notices Steve lingering by the door.

"It's you," the boy says cautiously, narrowing his eyes at Steve.

"I'm Steve," Steve puts out his hand but the boy only lets out a long breath.

"Bucky," he grits, looking around, refusing to shake Steve's hand.

"You need a ride somewhere?"

"Only if you're inviting me to your place."

"I have the room."

Steve notices the blush spreading into the boy's plump cheeks. Their eyes meet.

"If you're serious... um, yeah."

Steve nods, not looking surprised in the slightest.

"This way," he says clicking his car fob. His car beeps, the headlights flashing.

Steve drives the boy to his home. The younger man doesn't look stunned by the size of Steve's place. Or the decor once they get inside. He seems unfazed, distant even.

Steve fears this is what Bucky's done with every man. He does it because he has to. Because he has nowhere else to go, to sleep. He's homeless, Steve confirms for himself. It's exactly what he feared.

"So, the guest room is up the stairs," Steve says and takes the first couple of steps.

"The guest room?"

When Steve turns around he sees Bucky hasn't moved from his place in the foyer.

"Yes, there's an attached bathroom you're free to use as well."

"What?" Bucky says, shaking his head in confusion.

"I thought you needed a place to crash."

Bucky looks embarrassed, his face is turning that pretty pink color again. And it's beautiful, Steve gets distracted momentarily.

"You were at the strip club," Bucky counters. Steve only nods. "And you..."

He's at a loss for words.

"I offered you a room to stay. It's no trouble, really. It's just up these stairs," Steve motions to him.

Slowly, Bucky begins to step forward and follows Steve up the staircase. When they reach the guest room, Steve opens the door.

"I can offer you some spare clothes although they might be a bit big on you," Steve says, casting a glance up and down the smaller boy.

Bucky notices and arches an eyebrow but he decides to accept the offer.

"If you don't mind, just a t-shirt and sweats would be great."

"Of course, I'll leave them outside the door. There are clean towels in the bathroom. Kitchen is also available. Let me know if you need anything."

"Um, okay…" Bucky says, his hands fidgeting. "Thanks."

"Goodnight," Steve says.

He shuts the door and leaves Bucky inside. He places the pile of spare clothes outside the door and heads back to the master bedroom for the night.

The next morning, Steve has a few hours to himself before Bucky rises. He gets a workout, run, and shower in before he's in the kitchen cooking breakfast.

Bucky comes down in the clothes Steve left for him. They are loose on him, they hang from his small frame and god, it makes Steve want to slip them right off, pick the boy up in his arms, and taste every inch of him.

Steve blinks the thought away.

"Morning," he says. "There's coffee. Breakfast'll be ready in a minute."

"Uh, I can head out if you'd rather," Bucky says.

"If you need to be somewhere otherwise I'd be happy to have your company a little longer."

Bucky stands there silently and in that time, Steve finishes the eggs and turns off the stove. He fills two plates with food and brings them to the table.

Bucky stares at the food as Steve carries his coffee mug over and sits. He motions to Bucky to sit across from him where the second plate is waiting.

Bucky moves slowly like he did last night. Like he's unsure of his every move, but eventually he sits and starts carefully eating. Steve smiles.

"I don't get what you're doing," Bucky mumbles through a bite.

"I'm offering you a place to stay," Steve says.

"For how long?"

"As long as you'd like."

"I can't pay rent."

"I'm not asking."

"What?" Bucky stops eating, his gaze snaps to Steve's in shock.

"You don't have to pay a dime. And you're welcome to stay."

Bucky's brows knit together, his eyes narrow.

"Sex then?"

"No."

"I don't get it."

"I've seen you go home with a different man every night this week," Steve begins to explain, but Bucky cuts him off.

"Why do you care who I fuck?"

"I don't care. I only care if you're using your body to find a place to sleep at night."

Bucky gulps and tries to hide it.

"Were you stalking me?"

"No," Steve laughs this time. "It's simple, really. I live in a big house alone, I have a lot of money I can't spend all on myself. I'd like some company."

"For sex," Bucky repeats again.

"No. I can't make that more clear. You're completely free to go and do as you please. The only catch is, if you live here you have to quit stripping. And if you do, I'll finance all your expenses. Food, clothes, outings."

"So what do I do while I live here?"

"Whatever you want."

"But I'd have to go on outings with you?"

"I'd like you to but nothing's required."

"So I can live here and sit in my room all day and eat all your food and spend all your money and you wouldn't care?"

"That would be fine."

Bucky stares at him for a long moment then blinks in disbelief.

"What?"

Steve continues eating as if to let him process the idea.

"What if I fuck someone else?" Bucky tries.

Steve simply shrugs.

"You wouldn't care?" Bucky balks.

"Why should I?"

"Cause I'd be living in your house, you'd be paying for everything. Why would you do that?"

"I like to take care of people. What I want is to take care of you, Bucky. I don't need anything more in return."

Bucky pulls at his hair, running his hands frustratingly down his face.

"You're so fucking confusing. I thought you were into me. Why would you pick me up at a fucking strip club?"

"Because you needed help. You had no life there."

"This can't be for nothing. No one is that nice."

Steve sighs. "Okay, look. Am I attracted to you? Yes. But that doesn't matter. I'm never going to force you to repay me, especially with your body. I genuinely like taking care of people. I've heard some call it a sugar daddy. That sounds a little weird to me. So I just call it helping you financially so you're not obligated to sell your body in that way."

Bucky stares at him.

"So what, we just co-exist under the same roof fucking other people while you pay for everything?"

"If that's what you want, sure. If one day, you want something else just tell me."

Bucky narrows his eyes, trying to figure out Steve's angle. The angle he doesn't have.

"And what if I want to fuck you?"

"If you truly want that. Not to repay me but because you want me in that way... then we can talk about it."

"Talk about it?" Bucky scoffs. "Jesus, what are you some fifty-year-old prude."

"I'm not a prude and I'm not fifty. I'm forty-three."

"Whatever," Bucky rolls his eyes.

"I will ask one thing. I would appreciate it if you would curb that kind of language. All those foul words don't sound very nice coming out of such a pretty mouth."

Bucky blinks wide. "You're flirting with me. Ha!"

Steve shrugs. "I'm allowed to flirt in my own home. And all I'm asking is you clean up your language if you're going to live here too."

"And if I don't?" Bucky crosses his arms.

"I can't force you. It's about respect. If I decide I don't like this arrangement, I'll discuss with you the terms of ending it."

Bucky stares at Steve for an elongated beat. Like he's trying to figure this out. Like he swears he's being tricked.

"Fine, whatever," Bucky agrees. "No cursing."

"Good. Now let's finish breakfast."

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[crazyunsexycool]

'til the end of the line and back

Chapter 10: About damn time

Pairing : Stucky x Reader

Word count: 5.8k

Warnings: canon level violence, mentions of injuries, character death, mentions/implied non-con, SA, blood, human trafficking physical abuse, mentions of bones breaking. If I forgot anything let me know

A/N: look who finally got finished!!! This chapter is very interesting, to me at least.

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Ch. 9

Sunlight peeks through the curtains hanging in your room. It’s at least noon and at any other time it would have surprised you to still be in bed at this time but considering what happened the last few days you needed the rest. It’s not that you were a morning person, you were just used to getting up early. The warmth surrounding you is what made you stir. You like to keep your room cold since the serum always has you running at a higher temperature. In the still sleepy haze you begin to stretch until you feel an arm around your waist pull you to the side.

“Five more minutes.” The voice is low and gravelly and Bucky’s.

 You turn from laying on your back to laying on your side with your back pressed against his chest. The fact that Bucky was with you was comforting until you actually opened your eyes and realized that Steve is directly in front of you. A smile tugs at the corner of your lips. It was always fascinating to catch glimpses of him asleep, he looked so relaxed and young, as if he didn’t have a care in the world and you liked it. 

“It’s rude to stare, sweetheart.” He says with amusement, then his eyes snap open and he smiles at you. You lean into him, resting your forehead against his chest. “You ok?” 

“As ok as I can be. I mean considering everything that happened.” you answer. “Are you two ok?” you ask as you look up at him.

“As long as you’re safe we’ll be ok.” Steve kisses your forehead while you feel Bucky place chaste kiss your shoulder. 

“Have you gotten any sleep?” 

“Of course, the best sleep I’ve had in a while, Pinky.” 

“Absolutely.” Steve agrees. 

It was sweet and you had missed them and you wish this could happen all the time. But you knew this was a one time thing now that you knew they were in a relationship. You wrap your arm around Steve and pull him so that he shuffles closer. Now you’re sandwiched in between the super soldiers. A content sigh leaves your lips as you close your eyes again, you want to commit this moment to memory because you know you won’t have it again. 

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It wasn’t surprising that you had fallen asleep again, that was the safety you felt from being with Steve and Bucky. It was the former that was calling your name softly. His hand softly caresses your arm in order to get you to open your eyes, which you do with a small whine. Steve chuckles when you turn away from him before he pulls the covers off of you. 

“What is it?” 

“Adam is awake and asking for you.” 

That was enough to get you to sit up fully awake now. You move off the bed, grab a change of clothes, head to the bathroom and you do what would normally be your morning routine. After a quick shower and change of clothes you walk back out to find Steve still sitting on your bed. 

“How long was I asleep for?”

“About an hour and a half. Adam woke up about 20 minutes ago.” 

“Oh.”

“If you’re ready I’ll walk down with you.” 

“Yeah I am.” 

You walk towards the door as Steve stands up and follows you towards the elevators. That’s when you notice the missing plants that usually decorated the hallway. 

“Last night when you were having the nightmare you were using your abilities. The plants were floating until Bucky woke you up.” Steve answered your unasked question. “It’s ok they’re getting repotted.” 

You hummed in response. The rest of the way towards the medbay is quiet and just as you’re about to head into Adam’s room Steve calls your name.

“Yeah?” 

“After you’re done here could we talk?” 

“Of course, is something wrong?” 

“No, it’s just I noticed something about your abilities last night while you were still waking up from your nightmare and I want to see if what I’m thinking is correct.”

“Ok?” you look at him confused.

“Sparring room, Wanda and Bucky will be there too.”

“Yeah sure.” 

“Ok.” He moves in closer and kisses your forehead, making those pesky little butterflies take flight in your stomach. 

You hear a faint ‘come in’ after knocking on the door lightly. The lights are low in the room as you scan it to find Nat helping Adam take a sip of water. Adam rested his head against the pillow once he was done, his eye even more swollen than the night before. Other cuts and bruises had made their home on his face and neck from what you could see from where you stood. Intense guilt settled in your chest, if it weren’t for you Adam would be safe and healthy. At this point it felt like you weren’t meant to have any kind of love, whether it were romantic or platonic. 

“Get out of your head.” His pained voice reached you before you were truly able to spiral. Adam knew you better than anyone so of course he knew when you were blaming yourself for things out of your control. 

“How are you feeling?” You manage to ask as you step closer to the bed. The arm closest to you was in a cast so you weren’t able to take his hand as it seemed that Nat held his other hand. There were other injuries from what you had heard Lucy say the night before including some broken ribs and sprained ankle. You run your fingers through his hair as you give him a small smile. 

“Could be worse.”

“How could you possibly be worse? Have you seen yourself?”

“Yeah, but I mean I could be dead. Also Nat has kept me company which is really nice.” His eyes move from you to Nat who is smiling like a love struck teenager. 

“You guys are gross.” you fake disgust.

“You’re one to talk, I heard you had a sleepover with your two giant teddy bears.” If he could wiggle his eyebrows he would.

“I had a nightmare, I fell asleep. I wasn’t aware they had stayed until I woke up this morning.”

“Whatever you still slept with them.”

“But not in the way you’re implying Adam.”

“Ok children, that's enough bickering for the day. Play nice or I’ll have to separate you.”

“Yes mom.” Both you and Adam say in unison causing all of you to laugh until Adam winces because of the pain.

“How are you really feeling?”

“Like I almost died. But I’ll be just fine, I mean you saved my life that was so badass. Then Sam flew me all the way here. It was kind of awesome. But don’t get me wrong, I never want to experience that again.” 

“Duly noted. No more kidnappings for you.” 

Nat excuses herself so that she can go back to her room while you and Adam catch up. Which you do for the next hour or so. But you can tell that Adam is tired and most likely the pain medication makes him drowsy. He asks about what is going on in the compound since he had noticed something was wrong when Sam brought him back. You told him about your nightmare and what happened with Steve and Bucky. By the end of the hour you could tell he was exhausted and he was fighting to keep his eyes open but you assured him that he should in fact sleep and that you would come by later to check in on him again. You give him a kiss on his forehead and apologize for what he went through because of you. Adam reassured you that he would be ok and that this incident wouldn’t end a life long friendship. As his eyes begin to close you slip out of his room and head to find Steve, Wanda and Bucky.

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You heard the muffled conversation amongst the three Avengers before you saw them. Still not sure about what was going to happen, you enter with caution. It’s not like any of them would hurt you but the tension in the room was palpable. Bucky sees you first, his expression softening when his eyes meet yours. He had been mid sentence and stopped which prompted Wanda and Steve to turn and look at you. They offered you a smile as you walked towards them in the middle of the room.

“Ok what’s going on?” 

“Last night when you woke up from your nightmare you thought that I was going to hurt you or Bucky so you used your abilities to push me away.” Steve tells you.

“I kind of remember that.”

“Well I don’t know if you remember everything because as you raised your hand there was an orange glow, and I’ve never seen you do that before. It’s similar to the way Wanda’s abilities glow red.”

“That’s not something I can do.”

“I think it is, Pinky. Hydra could have done something to block the strength of your abilities.”

You look between Bucky and Steve before looking at Wanda who just nods in agreement. Taking a deep breath you think about the possibility that your power has been suppressed by Hydra. But even if it had, how would you know? 

“How can we find out if my abilities are suppressed?”

“That’s what I’m here for. If it’s ok with you I can access your mind to see if there are any blocks. We know it’s nothing physical because you’ve had all types of tests done and there were no signs of anything. The only thing that I can think of is a mental block, one put in by someone like me. The only way to know is if we can look into your memories.” 

“Ok then, what do we have to do?”

“You’re going to want to resist but you have to relax. Now I put up some runes so that you can’t use your powers and hurt one of us accidentally.” 

“Is that why you wanted to meet here, so that I wouldn’t potentially hurt anyone.?” You look back at Steve.

“Yes, just to be safe.”

“I appreciate it.” You smile at Steve and then Bucky who seems more worried about it than you are, but he always worries about you. 

“Ok Y/N, let’s get started.”

“Where are we?” Wanda asks as she stands next to you.

“This used to be my apartment. Where I lived with my boyfriend.” 

Just then you relive everything that happened when your ex-boyfriend, Jackson, sold you. Except this time you’re a spectator. You’re standing in the doorway that connects the living room to the hallway that leads to the bedroom. Wanda stands behind you, watching the old version of you moving around when Jackson walks in. You look away knowing what happens next, something else gets your attention. A little flash of blue rushed past you. 

“Do you see that?” You ask Wanda.

“See what?” 

“A flash of blue.”

“No. Which way did it go?”

You point to your right and Wanda grabs your hand before heading in that direction.

 Darkness surrounds both of you as you hear crying, a door opens and the space is flooded by light and you realize you’re in a shipping container. It’s full of women and children, your eyes scan the area as the men that opened the door walk in and start grabbing people and pulling them out. You’re in the back with a little girl holding on to you for dear life. One of the men came towards you and tried to pull her off of you. In your drugged state you try to fight him off. He didn’t like that because you see his fist connect to the side of your face. The hit was strong enough to knock you out again and as he moves the light hits your body on the floor and you see all of the bruises and cuts all over the parts that aren’t covered with your clothing. Another flash of blue. Wanda places a hand on your shoulder as you watch everything unfold. 

“I don’t remember this.”

“It was most likely blocked by whoever did this. Do you still want to do this? I can stop at any time.”

“Yes I need to know.” You point in the direction you saw the blue flash deciding it may be important.

You stand in a hallway looking into a cell big enough for one person, it smells of mold and blood. The paint is chipped and the metal underneath is rusted.

 Screaming echoes down the hall but you’re looking at yourself on the floor curled into a ball. At this point you’re just one big bruise, your breathing is shallow and ragged. Boots hitting the floor beg for your attention as they get closer. When you finally look up you recognize the guard, the one you killed the night you escaped. He opens the door to your cell and steps in, grabbing you by your hair and dragging you as you beg for him to let you go. He stops and turns with some type of baton in his hand and next thing you hear is your ribs cracking before your high pitched scream escapes your lips. A hand slips out of one of the windows of the cell door, an electric blue spark at its fingertips, Wanda gasps at the cruel behavior behind you, you had forgotten she was there. 

“This way.” You tell Wanda.

The next place you're in is a training room, you’re one on one with the guard that beat you and every time you see him the less guilt you feel about having killed him. At this moment he’s supposed to be teaching you how to fight but you can see the twisted pleasure he gets from breaking your body. The room stays the same but the memory changes, there are more people, less people, other guards or prisoners. You go from fighting guards to fighting other prisoners. Some of this you remember, if you refused to fight to the death you’d be punished. It was survival of the fittest. The outline of a figure stands in the corner, you can’t make any features out but you feel them staring at you.

“I don’t remember everything that happened but I remember this.” you whisper as if they could hear you.

“They never did this with us.” 

“It’s different Wanda, we didn’t volunteer for this. They had to break us in order to get us to cooperate.”

“It’s almost over. I feel the block getting stronger. We must be close to the memory of when it happened.” 

You grab her hand “Ok, let's find it then.”

You’re strapped to a table, the restraints digging into your skin as you pull against them trying to set yourself free. 

“I remember this.” you tell Wanda. “He was with Miller when the building collapsed the other day.”

Someone across the room speaks. “Alright everyone, we will be conducting the next experiment on subject 358. This serum was made with DNA components from Maximoff, Wanda who has multiple abilities after being exposed to the stone. If successful we should have a super soldier with enhanced abilities. Is the test subject ready?” 

“They used my DNA to create the serum they gave you? How is that possible?”

You turned to look at Wanda as the scene played out, you remember this vividly so you didn’t have to see it again. Wanda, however, couldn’t take her eyes off of the you that was screaming and writhing in pain. A tear makes its way down her cheek. 

“It’s my fault?” 

“Of course it isn’t. You didn’t strap me down to the table and inject me with anything. Maybe your DNA is what saved me.” 

“Congratulations everyone we have our second successful enhanced soldier. Make sure you take DNA samples from her. Take her to the other room for the second portion.” 

“Second?” you and Wanda say in unison.

These events that you don’t remember get overwhelming. It feels like there’s no end in sight, with every passing memory the violence towards you seems to get worse. Still you wonder where you went wrong in life to have you end up where you are now. There’s a flash of yellow before you. It’s when you see your former self standing in the middle of an empty room and a stone floating in the middle.

“That’s the mind stone.” Wanda informs you. “This is exactly how I got my abilities.” 

You watch yourself walk closer to it as instructed. The stone glows brighter. It's almost blinding but you reach out to it. For a moment a look of peace flashes over your battered and bruised face before you faint.

 Another shift in your memories and now you’re naked in a room with guards, two of them holding you up. You tense beside Wanda as you watch that same guard you had killed walk towards you. There is a sinister expression etched on his face.

“You know, I am sick and tired of you fighting us at every single turn. I’m done trying to deal with you the way they want me too. I’m gonna break you in my own way and when I’m done with you the boys are all going to take a turn.” He laughs at your horrified expression as he begins to unbuckle his belt, stepping closer as he does.

 The panic begins to rise both in the memory version of yourself and now as you watch this. You can feel Wanda trying to pull you out of the memory but you fight her, you need to know what he did. His hands are around your throat in a flash and he has you pinned against the wall. He pulls down his pants with one hand while the other keeps you in place. Just as fast there is a glowing orange ball at your fingertips and you push against his chest to move him away from you. You create another ball of energy and send it flying towards the other guards, they fall dead on the floor before the door opens. You have fire and rage in your eyes and you stare up at the man that’s trying to hurt you. Whoever comes in behind him pulls him away from you leaving you exposed to the room. All eyes are on you but one set of eyes is different from the others. Eyes full of curiosity and concern stare back at you before the figure starts to run away. Wanda calls out your name as you begin to chase whoever it was, then it all fades into black. 

Now you’re alone Wanda is nowhere to be found, it’s like you’re standing in darkness. Suspended in nothingness. You’re convinced this is the block that had kept those memories at bay, but you wonder who put it there. The echo of your name is faint. Too far away to make out who is calling to you and just as quickly there is pressure on your head. It feels like someone has their hands on either side and is trying to crush your skull. It makes you fall to your knees, you call out to Wanda then Bucky and Steve as panic sets in. The pain is blinding and searing hot as it spreads down your spine.

“Fight it.” It whispered in your ear. “Stand up, push through the pain.” 

Against what you want to do, which is lay on the floor and wait until it’s over, you stand. Slow and steady you put one foot in front of the other. Not sure where you’re going, you continue to move forward until you see a closed door. It’s a struggle to open it but once you do there is light flooding this dark part of your mind. Crossing the doorway you find yourself in a hallway, with no other place to go you begin to walk down the barely lit and rundown corridor. The walls are filled with pictures, important moments in your life. Like meeting Adam or your first kiss. The first time you picked up a paint brush. Graduating high school and so many other things that were blurred before this whole experience. It feels like it’s almost over, you’re so close to finding out why your memories are blocked.

A cold chill runs down your spine, the last piece of the puzzle. But it’s more than a sensation; it's like someone ran through you. Transparent and small but the power behind it gives you goosebumps and the echoes of footsteps start leading away from you. You run after them, the hallway getting longer the more you run and then you slam into an invisible force. There is nothing or no one in front of you. Wanda has disappeared, this last part has to be done by you alone. There is a hand on your cheek now, words that you can’t make out are being said, when you blink you’re in another room. 

Barely lit, and decaying but it’s large enough to fit at least a dozen people. Your eyes adjust to the lighting as you scan the room. They land on a figure in a corner, trembling with both cold and fear. Scars are visible on every part of their skin and it’s when you realize they’re naked, blood stained their thighs and the tiles below them. There is nothing more than a dirty mattress on the floor but they refuse to lay on it. That’s when you notice the fresh blood. It’s the only color in the room, it’s vibrant against the dull appearance of the cell. You stand and wait for the memory version of yourself to be brought in but nothing happens. 

“You’ve finally made it.” A raspy voice breaks the silence. When you look back in the direction of the voice you notice the person in the corner is now looking at you. 

“You know me?” 

“Of course I do. This is where we met.” 

“Who are you?” 

“Now? I’m nothing more than a part of your mind, more than a memory, a safeguard. It’s what you wanted.” 

You walk closer to the corner, taking in the features of the only other person in the room. 

“My name is Isa.” She says. To hear it begins to awaken something in you. Something you shouldn’t have forgotten.

“Why are you here?” 

“You wanted to forget. But I messed up. I was only supposed to block the bad memories but it seems like I blocked your powers too, but I can fix it. Tell me something.” Isa shifts and sits up straighter to face you. “Are you still here? Are they using you for their benefit?” 

“No, I escaped. I’m with good people now, people I love, who take care of me.” 

“Are they forcing you to use your powers?” 

“No, they would never do that. I stay because I want to.”

“Do you want to remove the block? There will be no coming back from this. It will unlock the full extent of your power.” 

“Yes.”

Isa moves closer and places a hand on your cheek. There is a flow of energy, it’s familiar to you but it makes your eyelids heavy and when you blink away the drowsiness Isa is lying against you. 

It’s a memory.

Isa is crying in pain, she holds on to her midsection. Now you can see how young she truly is. Her dark brown eyes search yours as she begs for the pain to stop. You take in her naked form, the evidence of the horrible things that went on on her pale skin. The guards had gotten to her and beaten her and taken turns to use her because she tried to escape again. 

“I don’t want to do this anymore, please make it stop.” 

“I don’t know how.” 

“Use your abilities. I don’t want this anymore.”

“No, I can’t.” You cry, they’ve put you through so much and now the only friend you know is asking for you to end her life. “We can escape together, we’re stronger than they are.” 

She shakes her head. “I’ve been here longer. They’ll just sedate you. It will never happen. But you can help me please! I can make you forget and then you do this for me.” She was determined and her eyes were pleading. 

“You’ll never leave me right?” 

“No, never. You’ll be the one to escape, to find your family and to find love. You’ll do it for both of us. Then when you’re ready you’ll come find me here.” She points to your head.

You nod as she sits up with your help. She places both her hands on either side of your head. Little sparks of blue dance on her fingertips and the pressure begins to build, if you weren’t already on the floor the pain would have certainly brought you to your knees. The next moments move in slow motion. Guards rush in trying to separate you both, Isa begs for you to end it before they can hurt her again. The guards are pulling you towards the door but you manage to flick your wrist. When you look over again Isa is laying on the ground, lifeless but she looks peaceful. It’s over for her but it was just the beginning for you. 

You’re screaming at the top of your lungs as you drop to the floor of the sparring room. Swirls of orange snap and pop around you. The rush of energy pushes out of your body and even with the runes Wanda put up, some damage is done to the room and the three avengers had been pushed back because of it. It feels like your body is on fire again almost as if you were on that table again. It’s too hot in the room as you try to catch your breath and you’re shaking as the full strength of your abilities hits you like a freight train. There are voices above you but you can’t be bothered to listen. 

Your eyes are closed and you lay on your side unmoving on the floor. A hand touches your wrist but it’s too much, it feels like your nerves are exposed.

“Don’t.” 

“What do you need?”

”I don’t know.”

The fire in your veins has stopped burning and your breath has finally slowed to what it should be. You turn to lay on your back. Still the feeling of your clothes against your skin hurts and you wish nothing was touching you. You blink a few times trying to adjust to the real world again. In doing so you spy three very worried faces looking down at you. 

“How do you feel?” Bucky speaks first.

“Overwhelmed.” Your voice is small. “Why did you leave me?” Your question is now directed at Wanda.

“I was pushed out, I couldn’t follow you into the next memory.”

Blue.

Safeguard. 

Isa.

Dead.

“It was the other enhanced person, Isa. She put a block in. That was the last memory.” 

“What else happened?”

“I-” you take a deep breath. “I don’t want to talk about it right now.” You sit up too fast and it feels like the world is upside down. 

“Hey take it easy. Can we help you up? We’ll take you to your room.” Steve offers.

“No, I need some time alone. I need to not be here.” You stood up slowly, your legs almost giving out on you. Bucky asked you to find him once you were ready and you nodded in response. Instead of heading to your room you went outside. The further away from the room you were just in the more you relaxed. You ended up by the lake and you sat at the shore just watching the water for hours.

It was dark outside by the time you decided to go back to your room. As mentally exhausted as you felt after the whole ordeal, physically speaking you felt even stronger. New found power flowed through you easily and though you felt invincible the memories you got back also left you feeling vulnerable and exposed. Those were feelings you hated and one that two super soldiers could chase away with ease. But the truth of the matter was that you couldn’t depend on them for the rest of your life. Not if they were together, you couldn’t expect them to rescue you from your own thoughts and feelings every single time. The morning with them had been nice, comforting too but you couldn’t just expect them to allow you in their bed all the time.

 So you thought it would be best if you started to put space in between you and them again. But that would be for a later day. Asking F.R.I.D.A.Y if either Bucky or Steve were in their rooms. When the A.I. said they weren’t you went to yours with the intentions of taking a shower and changing into clean clothes. You had every intention of finding Bucky and Steve to let them know you were ok but you laid down for a few minutes and drifted off to sleep. It’s around 3:00 am when you slowly wake up. At least some things didn’t change, you got up and headed to the kitchen. There was no Bucky this time and part of you was disappointed. 

You had just reached for the kettle when you heard hushed voices coming from the living room. After Miller’s escape the compound had been crawling with twice the amount of agents and recruits, you thought it was some of them taking a few minutes to rest.

“She’s going to pull away from us again.” You heard Steve say once you were closer.

“We can’t let her, we need to tell Y/N. She needs to know. Hell everyone else does.” Bucky replied. 

They had no idea you were there and part of you wanted to keep listening. But you knew it was wrong, as you watched from the entrance as Bucky played with Steve’s hair. They were cuddling on the couch. This was somehow more intimate than watching them kiss so you slowly took a step back but your elbow hit the corner of the wall and you hissed.

“Are you ok Pinky?” Bucky had turned around to look at you better. 

“Yeah, I was in the kitchen and voices so I came to check who it was.” 

“We checked in on you, did you have a nightmare?” 

“No, I just woke up and decided to get tea. I’ll leave you to it though I didn’t mean to interrupt.” You say as you start to turn back.

“Wait,” Steve calls out. “Can we talk?”

This was it, you were sure of it. The moment they would tell you they were together and they couldn’t keep saving you. 

“Is it ok if we do this tomorrow?” 

“No, don’t do this again. Don’t shut us out.”

“I’m not.” You mumbled. The pointed look Bucky gave you was enough to let you know you’ve been caught.

“You asked for some space between us but you’ve been avoiding us, sweetheart. All we want is for you to be ok, Bucky and I just want to take care of you.” He sighed. “Please come sit down so that we can talk.”

Bucky and Steve moved leaving the middle seat open so that you could take it. Reluctantly you walked further into the living room but you sat in the love seat across from them. You brought your knees up and wrapped your arms around them. 

“Y/N there’s something Steve and I want to tell you.” Bucky started. “But there is something we need to know too.”

“So what do you want to start with?” 

“What did you want to start with?” You ask.

“We want to know if we did something to upset you. Ever since that day you went to find your ex you pushed us away and we just want you back.”

You shake your head. “You didn’t do anything.” 

“Then what happened? Did he hurt you?”

“No.”

“So what is it? Because I can’t think of anything that would make you pull away from us.” 

“Buck-”

“No Steve, I want to know what happened and I want to make it right.”  he says in a low voice looking from the blond back to you, noticing the dejected look on your face. “Please, if something happened tell us. If you just don’t want us around anymore we’ll leave you alone.”

You swallow thickly at the thought of not having them around anymore. It was a rash decision to ask for space, a way to keep your heart safe. 

“I uh- the night of the warehouse after the meeting, I came back to the conference room.” You noticed how they both tensed up. “I wanted to apologize for what I did. I didn't want you to be mad at me. When I turned the corner I saw you.” You whisper the last part but you don't dare look at them. If you did, maybe they would see the internal battle you’ve had since you saw the scene unfold. Although you’d known Bucky longer, your feelings for them were the same. 

The color drained from their faces. Both of them looked at you and then at each other at a loss for just a moment on how to explain the situation. Before either of them could say anything you spoke up again.

“I pulled away because I didn’t know you were together and I felt like I was in the way. You couldn’t just enjoy spending time together because of me. I thought it would be better that way.” 

“In the way?”

“What?”

They had both said at the same time. Steve sighed and got up to sit next to you. Bucky was close behind but he pulled you up and took your seat before pulling you down to sit on his lap. 

“Y/N, there’s more to it than just Bucky and I being together. This is new to us and we are still trying to figure out how to go forward but there is one thing that is stopping us.”

“Is it me?” 

“Yes, but not in the way you think.” Bucky added before placing a chaste kiss on your shoulder. “It’s not just that Steve and I want to be together, we both want to be with you too.”

You looked at Bucky and then at Steve trying to figure out if they were lying but you couldn’t find anything but sincerity in their eyes.

“So the three of us together, in a relationship?”

“What do you say?” Steve asked.

“We would date, the three of us?”

“Among other things.” Bucky gives you a smirk. He cups your cheek and turns your face so that you’re looking at him. His thumb brushes your lower lip and his eyes flicker from your lips to your eyes. “God, you have no idea how much I want you, how much we want you. What do you say Pinky, will you be our girl?” 

“Yes.” you say breathlessly. 

Ch. 11

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Aconitum - Meeting The Avengers Pt.1

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Aconitum. What a beautiful flower. Vibrant in color and full in its bell shape. But aconitum is more than what it appears. A symbol of caution for what dangers lies as you come closer. A deadly beauty by nature. It's not it's fault. That's how it was made. That's how you were made. You are their perfect little creation. A beauty, drawing in all sorts, but a deadly little flower, killing with only a kiss. It's your nature, and you can't help it. But a question you should ask yourself is, will the flower wither away in hydra's grasps, or will someone come and save the flower, giving it all the nurturing, it needs to blossom as it was supposed to?

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The avengers? It doesn’t really invoke fear, but then again, I don’t know who they are yet. 

“I can introduce you to them in small groups if that makes it a bit easier,” Bruce asked. 

“I’d rather get everything over quickly,” I said. 

My legs felt so weak. I wobbled and held onto the closest thing next to me, Bruce’s arm. But he didn’t freeze up like last time. This time, he held onto my shoulder and told me to take my time. And I did just that. With his help, I walked out of the room, and we slowly walked down the hall until I felt I could walk on my own. 

“Thank you,” I said, not looking at him. 

“No problem y/n.”

“Is everyone friends of Hulk?” Bruce paused for a moment. He looked at me a little weirdly before composing himself. 

“I think he’d consider them friends of his. Why do you ask?”

“Because Hulk is my closest friend. And I’m interested in knowing more about him,” I said as we continued to walk in silence. 

We went around turns and long, lengthy hallways, but my eyes never left the windows bordering the walls we walked past. Bruce and I found ourselves in an elevator. I guess they’re not on this floor. The elevator ride was silent. I glanced towards Bruce a couple of times, not that he noticed. He seemed very tired. I hope I haven’t been taking up too much of his time. I was about to speak up, but the door opened, and Bruce was quick to walk out. 

I followed behind him and into the room. We were in the room I had run into earlier. I looked over to my right and saw that giant window, once again capturing me with its presence. 

“Y/n,” I heard Bruce ask. I turned my head and saw Bruce looked over at me with three other people standing in front of us. 

“Sorry,” I said. Bruce gave me a small smile, waving it off. 

“This is Natasha,” Bruce said, gesturing towards the redheaded woman. She nodded her head towards me with a smile on her face. 

“Clint,” Bruce said as one of the men stepped forward. 

“Nice to meet you y/n,” he said. For some reason I had to find my voice before I could respond to him. 

“Nice to meet you too, Clint,” I said stiffly. 

“And lastly-”

“Tony Stark,” the man with the facial hair said, holding out his hand. I looked between him and his hand before looking over to Bruce. 

“Bruce,” I said. 

“He can’t touch you, Tony. Which you would know if you read all of his file,” Bruce said, that last part a bit under his breath. 

“Sorry Tony,” I said. 

“Nothing to apologize about.” 

The man named Tony looked lost in thought for a moment before tapping the center of his chest. I was confused for a moment, but then something started spreading over his clothes, something shiny and red. I stepped back, not sure what exactly I was witnessing. The metal covered his whole body, including his head. 

“Tony,” I asked. The piece over his face popped open and Tony was there smiling. 

“How about that handshake,” he said, sticking his arm back out. 

“It’s not skin, but it’ll do for now,” he said. 

I reached out and grabbed his hand. I’ve never held someone’s hand before. It felt so surreal, so much so that my eyes started to burn. 

“Thank you,” I told him

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” I said over and over before I hugged the man. No one around said a thing, but I don’t really care. I’ve never felt like this before. The feelings are so overwhelming I just felt like I needed to wrap myself around him. I felt a hand rubbing my back causing me to wrap my arms around Tony even harder. I like what we’re doing. 

“Mr. Stark,” a voice asked. I let go of Tony and looked towards the voice. 

“Ahh, Peter, just in time. This is y/n. You read your brief, right?”

“Of course, Mr. Stark,” the man said, walking up to the group. 

“I’m Peter,” he said, giving me a goofy smile, one I couldn’t help but return. 

“Hi Peter, I’m…y/n,” I said. That name still doesn’t feel like my own. I’ll get used to it though, at some point. 

“Hey, Y/n, do you feel comfortable with Peter giving you a tour. I’ll come and get you as soon as I can. I just need to-”

“That’s fine Bruce. I’ll be ok,” I said, a small smile on my face. 

Bruce nodded and left towards the elevator, Tony following him, but not before giving me a quick goodbye. Truthfully, I didn’t want to leave Bruce’s side. But if I’m staying in the building I should be ok. 

“It was nice meeting you Y/n, but Clint and I have a mission to carry out,” Natasha said, dragging Clint behind her. It was now only Peter and me. 

“So, how long have you been here y/n,” Peter asked. 

“Since yesterday. Hulk saved me from them,” said. 

“Well, I can show you some of Hulk’s favorite spots if you want,” he said. I perked up at the mention of my friend. 

“I’d love that,” I said, following Peter through the halls. 

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“This is the kitchen, Hulk’s favorite spot in the entire tower. Isn’t much of a surprise, but he really likes to eat.” The kitchen was vast. It was much larger than any room I’ve been in too. 

“There’s food here,” I asked, my eyes sparkling. 

“Well, yea.” I looked at him and he pointed to a large silver box. I opened the box and saw all kinds of food in so many different colors. All I remember is that dreadful white. 

I began grabbing different things out of the fridge. I was about to head to the table nearby, but I saw an interesting box next to the box. So, I grabbed it and laid the food out on the table nearby. 

“You’re not eating all of that right,” Peter asked. 

“Can I,” I asked. 

“Well…” he was taking too long, so I started to eat. 

I don’t know what came over me, but I was inhaling food left and right. So many flavors, so many textures and temperatures. Did food like this always exist? I opened the box next to me and dumped its contents onto the table. Why was it covered in more packaging? Oh well. I ripped them open and gulfed them down. Peter had placed a glass of something onto the table next to me before taking a seat himself. I’ve never seen such a clear drink before. But I trust Peter, so I gulped it down, so refreshing. 

“I can see you and Hulk are going to be great friends,” Peter said. I laughed and liquid came back up and out of my nose. Peter and I stared into each other's eyes before he started to laugh, and I joined him. 

“Spider boy, it has been some time since I’ve seen you,” a loud voice announced. 

“It’s spider man,” Peter mumbled under his breath. 

Two tall men walked into the room and stood in front of the table. One was large with short blonde hair and something covering his eye. The other had long black hair to match his all-black clothes. 

“Who is this,” the blond man asked. 

“Didn’t Mr. Stark tell you about him,” Peter asked as I continued to munch on my treats. 

“We have just returned from Asgard. We’ve had no news of a new arrival,” the blonde man said. He and Peter continued to talk, but my eyes drifted towards the man with black hair. He looked…bored? Maybe slightly irritated to be here. Then why was he here then? The man turned his eyes towards me, and a smile slithered onto his face. The man disappeared and reappeared in the chair next to me. 

“To whom do I owe this pleasure,” he said, his hand grabbing my own. I was so caught up in him touching my skin that I didn’t even reply to him. 

“You’re touching me,” I said. 

“Oh, do you not like that? My apologies.” He retracted his hand from my own. 

“No, it’s just I can’t usually touch people without hurting them. My toxins,” I said. But for some reason, that caused him to grab my hand once again. 

“Well, no need to worry. It’ll take a lot to hurt a god like myself,” he said. 

“God?”

“Yes. My brother and I are from Asgard. And I’ll ask again. To whom do I owe this pleasure?”

“Y/n, I said. And you are,” I asked. 

“Loki Laufeyson.” His grip on my hand became tighter as he began to lift it towards his face. But right before it reached its destination, his brother called out. 

“Loki. Are you bothering y/n,” his brother asked. Loki huffed under his breath and gently released my hand. 

“Of course not, just getting acquainted,” he said. I turned my eyes towards Loki’s brother who met my gaze. 

“Hello,” I said, shifting under his heavy gaze. It wasn’t harsh or bad, just heavy. He clapped a hand onto my back and let out a loud laugh. 

“Midgardians never cease to entertain. I am Thor Odinson,” he said loudly. 

“Y/n. Nice to meet you Thor,” I said. The loud god continued to talk to Peter and Loki as I ate the last of my food. That was until I heard a loud gasp, Thor. 

“Are those my pop tarts,” he asked. 

“Pop Tarts? What’s that,” I asked. The gods' eyes widened. 

“You’ve never heard of pop tarts?” He appeared to be thinking before he continued to talk, “I will let you have this box as a welcome gift,” he said. I should probably get my own pop tarts in the future because I think it’s my favorite food.

Peter continued to entertain Thor’s conversation as Loki, and I sat on the side. But Loki was good company. He told me lots about Asgard and the different realms. He told me about his mothers, but not much about his father. I have a feeling there’s a story behind that. 

“If you ever want any company,” he looked towards Thor before looking back at me, “quiet company, then I’ll be in the library. If I’m not there, just call out and I’ll be there,” Loki said before telling Thor it was time to leave. 

“I hope to see you again y/n,” Thor said. I smiled. 

“I hope so too.” I waved them off. 

Maybe it was all of the food, but I’m getting tired. Peter took me to find Bruce to figure out where I’d be sleeping tonight. 

‘If everyone else is like the ones I met today, then I think I’ll like it here’ I thought as Peter and I got onto the elevator heading down. 

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[rookthorne]

The world of body art and botany had always been beautiful to you; each pencil stroke and each flower petal amounted to a masterpiece of creation. It wasn't until the day that a chance meeting left you reeling amongst the artful blooms of your store, you wondered if that was what heaven truly felt like.

⠈⠂⠄⠄ 𝑪𝑶𝑳𝑳𝑬𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 𝑷𝑨𝑰𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑮 𖠺 Tattoo Artist!CW!Bucky Barnes x Florist!F!Reader x Tattoo Artist!Nomad!Steve Rogers

⠈⠂⠄⠄ 𝑪𝑶𝑳𝑳𝑬𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 𝑲𝑬𝒀 𖠺 𝐏 + 𝐅

⠈⠂⠄⠄ 𝑪𝑶𝑳𝑳𝑬𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 𝑭𝑰𝑪 𝑪𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑻 𖠺 8

⠈⠂⠄⠄ 𝑪𝑶𝑳𝑳𝑬𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑫 𝑪𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑻 𖠺 17,761

⠈⠂⠄⠄ 𝑪𝑶𝑳𝑳𝑬𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 𝑷𝑳𝑨𝒀𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻 𖠺 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄

⠈⠂⠄⠄ 𝑨𝑹𝑪𝑯𝑰𝑽𝑬 𝑶𝑭 𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑶𝑾𝑵 𖠺 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄

𝐆𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐈𝐧𝐤 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── 𝐊𝐄𝐘 ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

— 𝐀  = angst — 𝐖  = whump — 𝐈 = sick fic — 𝐃  = dark — 𝐃² = dead dove — 𝐏 = poly — 𝐊 = kid fic — 𝐅  = fluff — 𝐒  = smut

These are in timeline order - this is subject to change as I add entries.

𖠺 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈𝐧𝐤 ⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄ 𝐏 + 𝐅

Fairy Tales and stories always had one ending: the prince would find his princess and all would be well, a masterful, happily ever after for all. You had never believed that would be you, not in your wildest dreams. Until the day that two knights in inked armour walked through the door of your castle and made themselves at home in your heart.

𖠺 𝐏𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 ⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄ 𝐏 + 𝐅

Passion was something that both men did not lack, whether it be for their livelihood, or in their genuine love for what they held dear to their hearts. It should not have surprised you, however, that you would end up caught up in the middle of such a fiery storm you would forever know and call, the Pepper Predicament. 

𖠺 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐅𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 ⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄ 𝐏 + 𝐅

The reveal of Bucky and Steve’s plans for the day took you by surprise, but you would only let shock and awe hold you for so long in its clutches. A job needed doing, and for damn sure were you going to do it with a flourish.

𖠺 𝐓𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐞 ⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄ 𝐏 + 𝐅

There was never, ever a dull moment when it came to the pair of troublemakers you had involved yourself with, and your Christmas market stall was not immune, either.

𖠺 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐲 ⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄ 𝐏 + 𝐅

The holiday season was in full swing, and you were keen to make a head start for the coming days — each bouquet wouldn’t make itself, nor would the orders be filled if you stayed where it was warm and cosy. 

What you didn’t expect in your shop before the crack of dawn, however, was two men intent on sprucing up the space.

𖠺 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐟𝐮𝐥 ⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄ 𝐏 + 𝐅

There was never a boring moment during the festive season with your two loves, and it was no different during one of their many visits to your shop. Only, this time, Bucky had a trick up his sleeve.

𖠺 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄ 𝐏 + 𝐅

A long day led to a long week, snowballing into a long, long festive season. The boys — your knights in shining armour, residing in their castle of artistry — they knew long before you yourself did, and they had an idea of how to turn it around, to bring a smile to your lips and to restore your vitality.

𖠺 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐎𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮 ⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄ 𝐏 + 𝐅

Beauty was something that anyone and everyone strived to capture in their life — whether it be by photographs, artistry, the simple but elegant words of poetry. The opportunities were endless and abundant. 

And your boys were remiss to lose on an opportunity to utilise their skills, on any front.

𖠺

𖠺 𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭 ⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄ 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞

𖠺 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭 ⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄ 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞

𖠺 𝐁𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐀𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄By @smutconnoisseur

#bucky barnes x female reader #steve rogers x female reader #stucky x female reader #bucky barnes x f!reader #steve rogers x f!reader #stucky x f!reader #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader #stucky x reader #bucky x female reader #bucky x f!reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes series #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers series #stucky fanfiction #stucky series #GI #rookthorne's works

[daddysfangirls-marvel]

Polyamorous: Interruptions

*Bonus*

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader x Bucky Barnes/ Stucky x reader

Warning: fluff, smut

Polyamorous material list

Three bad interruptions and one good 

Children are wonderful, and parenthood is beautiful. Bucky, Steve, and (Y/n) loved it. Enjoyed every moment of it and loved their children very much. There wasn't a day that went by that they didn't love their children and show it. Their daughter and their son, their sun and their moon. 

No one told them what they'd gain from parenthood.

And no one told them what they'd lose with parenthood either. 

They love being parents, but gods did they miss being able to fuck in peace.  

Bad

(Y/n) giggled as Bucky pressed kisses along her shoulders and down her back. "Good morning to you, too" she said 

"I can make it better," he whispered as he started to pull her panties down. She hummed and kept her eyes closed as he removed her panties. She buried her face into her pillow as he continued to kiss her shoulder and massaged her hips and ass.

"Time?" she asked as his fingers lowered, stroking her lips. 

"7:47," he said as he found her clit, giving it small circles.

She moaned, "They'll be home soon".  Them being Steve and Ash. Steve and Sam had gone for an early morning run, and Ash joined them. Steve wanted to spend more time with her, and she wanted to be out in the city more. That being said, their run would come to an end soon. They were undoubtedly on their way back to the tower, and they would be here sooner rather than later. 

"Then we'll have to be really quick," Bucky said, pulling his finger back, pulling down his sweatpants and freeing himself. He groaned as he stroked her clit with his tip before pushing inside. She sighed as felt him slide into her. Laying on top of her, he turned her head to kiss him before lacing their fingers together. She moaned lightly as he slowly thrust against her. 

It was slow and soft with gentle moans and kisses. They held on to each other, leaving no space between them. 

"I love you," Bucky whispered as he kissed her 

"I love you," (Y/n) moaned against his lips. 

He groaned as she started to push back into him, grinding into him.  "More," she begged. 

"I can give you -"

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

The door cracked up with a little warning, but a few quick knocks and Ash stuck her head in. "Are you awake?" she whispered. 

"Morning, sweetheart," Bucky said in a rough voice, trying to give the illusion of just waking up. Thank the heavens she couldn't see his face because she'd see his full-blown panic, And thank his past self for being too lazy to remove the blankets because then she'd see what they were doing.

"Steve and I got breakfast on the way if you want some"

"Thanks," he said, and she dipped out, closing the door behind her. 

"Shut the fuck up," Bucky cursed as (Y/n) started to shake from laughter as she buried her face in her pillows. 

"I told you so," She whined as he pulled out. 

"I said shut up," he said again as he slapped her ass. She yelped but continued giggling. "That was a close call."

"Learn to lock the door before trying to seduce me"

-

Bad

Steve was on the phone with some big fancy politician. And Bucky was bored. He was supposed to have lunch with Steve, but this call was taking longer than anticipated, so he was sitting here bored out of his mind and hungry. He already lost interest in playing with the figurines on his desk. 

He watches as Steve throws down his pen, now nodding and humming along to whatever is being said. He rolls his chair back and runs his hands through his hair, giving Bucky a sympathetic look. It was likely that they wouldn't be having lunch together after all. But maybe they could still do something with him. 

Standing up, Bucky walked around the desk. He kissed Steve's forehead as he massaged his shoulders. Steve closed his eyes and leaned into his touch. Leaning forward, he kisses his neck as his hands rub his chest. 

"Well, if it comes to that, sir, I'm sure you'll have better solutions by then." Steve Swatted Bucky's hands away as he reached for his pants. 

Rolling his eyes, Bucky stepped around the chair to stand in between Steve's legs. Steve's eyes got comically big as  Bucky kneeled in between his legs and laid his head on his thigh, and.... nothing. As he froze up, Bucky didn't do anything but lay his head on his thigh and close his eyes.  But Steve knew Bucky better than this, so he knew that this wasn't his end game. He wanted more. He was planning more. And he would not get caught in those plans while on the phone with a senator. 

"Sir, something has come up and needs my attention... Yes, sir ...I'll be sure to finish and send those to you as soon as possible. Alright... goodbye." He quickly hung up the phone.

"Finally," Bucky said as he unbuttoned Steve's pants. " Don't give me that look. I waited until you were off the phone." 

Steve chuckled but didn't stop him as he unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down. "If you're not going to take me to lunch, you can at least give me this... yeah?"

Bucky started to look hesitant before Steve dashed it. " Don't worry, and I'm still taking you for lunch after. You deserve it for waiting for me and ...this". 

Finally, freeing his cock from its restraints which were his jeans. " I like doing this, I always like doing this"

Steve sighed and leaned back as he watched Bucky. He watched him, and his eyes were on him as he licked up the length of his cock and sucked on his tip, and stroked the rest of him. He gasped and arched his back as he started fondling and tugging on his balls. Steve moaned as he took the rest of him in his mouth. He put a hand in his hair and tugged slightly as he started bobbing his head.  

"Fuck, You're too good for me," Steve hissed. 

Bucky let go with a pop he smiled, whipping his leaking cum. "And you taste too good"

Reaching forward with the hand not stroking him, he pulled Steve down for a kiss. 

"c'mere," Steve said as Bucky stood up. He pulled him forward, having him straddle him. He began to unbuckle his belt and zipper.  " Let's see how good you taste"

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, I'm going to put you across this-" 

"Hey, Steve Ash needs-OH SHIT" The door swung open without warning, and Bruce came in and quickly turned around and dropped his files on the way. " I'M SO SORRY, I'M SO SORRY"

As Bruce quickly tried to gather his files, Bucky and Steve went to hide themselves back in their pants and make themselves more presentable. By the time they had gathered themselves, Bruce was already gone. 

"Fuck" Steve said as Bucky sat on his desk. 

"No, actually, we didn't get that far."  Steve swatted his thigh. "How much trauma do you think that was?"

"At least a week of silence."

-

Bad 

"Fuck" Bucky cursed as he arched his back, pushing himself further onto her. "Wait, wait," he called out. 

"Are you okay?" Steve asked as he passed over (Y/n), rubbing his chest. (Y/n) kissed him along his jaw and down his neck to his chest.

"Yeah, I just.... I need another... to adjust. Sorry"

"Don't be sorry," (Y/n) said. "Take your time. Talk to us, How does it feel?"

Bucky let out a shaky sigh. " I just... overwhelmed. Too much ...Need a second is all."  

"Do you want me to-"

"NO," Bucky said as he reached back, grabbing (y/n)'s arm. "Stay!"

"Okay, okay," (Y/N) reassured him with kisses and massaging his chest, " You tell us what you want, okay?"

He took a moment to breathe and relax once he was feeling better. He nodded, signaling them to go ahead. (Y/n) kissed him. Steve ran a hand through his hair before he leaned back. Taking hold of (Y/n)'s hips, he thrusted, pushing her forward into Bucky. He groaned as she moaned. It was like a domino effect he'd push forward into her, and she'd push forward into him, and they'd both sing for him.

Three filled with the sound of slapping skin and moaning. 

"Fuck"  Bucky whimpered as (Y/n) started stroking him. 

"Yes, you feel... so good," she said as she stroked him she pinched his nipple with her other hand. " I want you to paint my chest. C'mon cum for me,"  (Y/n) said as she started to stroke him faster, matching Steve's thrusts. 

"You'll paint my chest, won't you, Bucky ... and Steve will fill me up." 

Steve pulled her back for a kiss. His hand joined hers in stroking Bucky. " I'll fill you up and make him clean you out." They both moaned at that. " You guys like the sound of that." He chuckled as he wrapped his hand around her neck, squeezing it slightly he felt her react, her wall clamping down on his nasd, sucking him further in. 

"You'd love it" he whispered against her skin as she whimpered. 

"fuc-"

"MOMMY!" The door flew open, revealing  Ian on a step stool. 

The throuple quickly detached and moved to cover themselves with sheets as their three-year-old son cried by the door. 

"what's wrong, honey?" Steve said as he was the quickest to recover and cover himself with a blanket around his waist. He rushed to his son. (Y/N) and Bucky was still on the bed, working to remove her harness under the sheets. Praising their son wouldn't notice, and he didn't see. 

Ian didn't say anything he just cried. Upon further inspection, it was then that Steve noticed that his son was covered in dried mud and gunk. Fun fact about Baby Ian: he did not like to be messy for too long. 

"Oh Honey,"

"I'M SORRY," came a shout down the hall as Ash rushed over. She was supposed to have even for the day. " I'm so sorry, he's supposed to be outside." She said as she tried to grab him, but (Y/n), now in a robe and freed from her harness, beat her to it. 

"My little baby"

"I'm sorry, we went to the park, and we came back, but you guys were...busy, so we went to the garden. I turned my back, and he was gone.  I'm so sorry"

"It's okay, you're fine," Steve said he went to put his hand on his shoulder but fortunately decided against it. 

"He just wanted to get clean," (Y/n) said as she bounced him on her hip "And you will. You're going to take a bath with Mommy." She said as she walked out of the room going to use Ian's bathroom instead of her own. 

"I'm sorry we interrupted ...." she motioned to the room and...bed. Bucky managed to find some sweatpants and joined Steve. 

"It's fine. Thank you for taking him for the day. And giving us ours," Bucky said. 

" He's my brother. We had fun," Ash said, and it was true she didn't mind hanging out with her younger brother if anything, the age difference made everything more fun. She couldn't wait until he was old enough to talk properly. "I'll leave you guys to... you" And with that she quickly fled to her room. 

And Stev closed the door. " You were supposed to lock the door"

"Me?! I was busy getting fucked in the ass. You came in last; you should have locked the door."

"I came out the shower. Through that door not this door. You came in through this door last so it's your fault."

"Is not"

"Is to"

"Is not"

"Is to"

" I'm not arguing with you." Bucky said, "Let's take a shower, get dressed, and finally put on those baby safety knobs you said you were going to put on two weeks ago"

Steve sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck. " I was busy". 

-

Good 

(Y/n) walked in and found Bucky leaning against and gripping the bathroom counter and Steve kneeling before him, bobbing his head up and done on his cock. She stood at the door for a moment, just watching. Watching as Steve held on to his hips, he slowly moved his head while licking the underside of his cock, as he looked up at him through his eyelashes. Watching as Bucky leaned against the sink, gripping the counter with one hand and running his fingers through Steve's hair with the other, watching him with hooded eyes. 

"That's not good for your hips," She said, bringing attention to herself. " How about we move this to the bed, yeah?"

Standing back up, Steve gives Bucky a peck and then crosses the room to give (y/n) a full-on kiss. (Y/n) kept kissing him as she walked backward to the bed. He began to put on her dress, trying to unbutton it when she stopped him. 

"Let's try something else," She said. She unbuttoned her dress further, opening the front. Bucky came up behind Steve, kissing his shoulder and neck. He bent him over on the bed, and (Y/n) pulled his head into her lap. Leaning over him, Bucky kissed (y/n) as he slowly pushed into Steve, he whimpered and hissed as Bucky thrust into him.  (Y/n) ran her fingers through his head and scratched his scalp. The feeling was soothing and overwhelming all at once. Really, it was something he never felt before. 

He whimpered more as he pushed his face into (y/n) stomach. 

"Fuck" Bucky moaned as he held on to his hips, thrusting into Steve " Fucking perfect. Isn't he fucking perfect"

"Perfection" (Y/n) watched as Steve opened his mouth, letting out a string of moans. " You fit perfectly. Where you belong, isn't that right, Steve?" he moaned. " Use your words, baby boy"

"So good...so perfect," he groaned. " Fit," he whimpered, digging his nails into her side. He chokes as Bucky picks up and puts his head on the edge of the bed, giving him a much deeper angle. 

(Y/n) continued to run her fingers through his hair as Bucky's thrusts pushed him further into her stomach. He moaned as she tugged lightly.

Suddenly, they pulled back. Steve was confused as Bucky suddenly pulled out, and (Y/n) pulled away, removing his arms. He was turned over to his back before he could express his confusion out loud. 

"FUCK" he moaned as Bucky thrust back into his knees to his chest, his head once again in (y/n)'s lap she held one of his hands while the other dug into the sheets.

(Y/n) watched as pleasure washed over his face, each thrust came with a soft moan."Beautiful," she said.

Bucky let out a particularly loud groan. Pulling out, he took both his cock and Steve in one hand, stroking them both. 

"I-I...help," Bucky said 

Reaching forward, (Y/n) took over, stroking both of them slowly. 

"You need help?" she asked seductively as she wiped her thumb over both their tips they were leaking, nearly ready to bust. "You need my hand?"

"Only yours," Bucky moaned. They both arched their backs into her touch. 

"Then tell me, tell me how good I make you feel. Tell me how good it is." 

"too good, so good," Bucky groaned as he leaned forward, kissing her. 

" Fuck me, please feels so good," Steve begged, letting go of the sheets he reached up and grabbed her breast, letting go of his hand. She grabbed at the breast he was holding. Steve watched as they kissed above him, exchanging moans and tongues. 

Steve started thrusting up against Bucky and into (y/n) hand. 

"Cum.... Cumming" Steve moaned out as he came spilling onto his stomach. 

And the sight of and sound of Steve was enough to Bucky over the edge, spilling onto his stomach as well. Cum mixing together. 

Bucky falls over to the side. The three sit for a moment in silence, with (y/n) running her hands through both of their hairs. 

Steve took hair hand and kissed it. Kissing her fingertips, knuckles, and wrist going up her arm (Y/n) sees what he's doing and quickly stops him, pulling her arm away. 

"What's wrong?" they both sit up. " Are you alright?"

"There's nothing wrong." (Y/n) said as she removed her dress completely, tossing it into a chair in the corner of the room. 

"You just don't want to?" Bucky said, relaxing slightly because she wasn't hurt, at least not physically, from what he could see. 

"No, I do, I really do," She said as she reached forward, kissing him. " You don't know how much I want to. But I can't"

"Why?" Steve asked 

"She says I have to take it easy, shouldn't risk anything, at least not for a while"

Now they were confused and concerned "What? Who? Why?" 

"Dr. Tsunade" 

And that, paired with her grin, was all the explanation they needed. Suddenly, Steve jumped out of bed, picked up  (Y/n), and twirled her around, but then he stopped quickly, putting her back down just as quickly as he picked her up. He hesitantly but gently put his hand on her stomach. 

"Bucky," Steve said as he looked at him, "there's a.... we're having...haha".

Bucky placed a hand, his right hand, on her stomach." It's ours"

"That's what I came to tell you. But you guys were busy. I didn't want to interrupt."

"You should have interrupted. I could suck his dick anytime. This- This is a miracle." Steve said, gently kissing her stomach." this is our miracle"

"Yeah, Yeah, it is" 

"Our baby"

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[lokiusly]

I’m really hoping that lokius becomes canon but then I remember mcu’s dark history of “I’m with you til the end of the line” stucky and I just

#marvel is the type of bitch to show two men literally dating and falling for each other and then say NOPE they’re just really good friends #lokius #loki show #loki x mobius #mcu loki #mobius #loki season 2 #mobius and loki #mobius m mobius #loki laufeyson #stucky #wowki #loki spoilers #loki season two #loki #mobius mcu #loki series

[charcubed]

MARVEL REALLY SAID "WHAT IF WE GIVE EVERYONE STEVEBUCKY CRUMBS IN 2023"

"You don't know me." "Steve Rogers did. And the man he knew, the friend he loved, would never take that shot."

When I tell you I SCREAMED!!!! Giggling, kicking my feet, etc ohhhhhh my fucking God I'm insane. And he goes to stare at the Brooklyn Bridge……….. help me.

AND! We're getting the Hydra Stomper ep in a few days. Y'know... the continuation of the Captain Carter TFA rewrite from season 1... the episode that's going to be a Winter Soldier redux where (presumably) Steve is the brainwashed antagonist as the Hydra Stomper and Peggy has to get through to him, and it'll all be within the context of them being a romance.

They are doing these PARALLELS (again) intentionally DAYS APART. They chose to remind everyone that Steve always breaks Bucky's brainwashing right before we're gonna get Stevepeggy parallels.

I fucking love this for me

people who are going to call this "queerbaiting" do not fucking interact, we have fun here, thank you

#A WIN FOR THE SICKOS. (it's me. I'm the sicko) #stevebucky #stucky #steve rogers #bucky barnes #marvel what if #what if season 2 #what if spoilers #what if series #what if s2

[pahtoosh]

apologies and kisses

[image ID: pictures on a light purple background. there are five different baby blankets, a few different bottles of laundry detergent, and an image of chris evans as steve rogers looking smug and another of sebastian stan looking comedically distraught/.end ID]

masterlist

summer celebration masterlist

18+

wc: ~2200 words

warnings: having to do chores. baby is kind of dramatic in this(but justified!)

a/n: the movies moodboards are back. this is the first post of my summer celebration!!! also my first "and kisses" piece!!! "and kisses" just means there are lots of kisses and this is important because i love kisses :)

pairing: stucky x gn!little!reader (Dada = Steve, Baba = Bucky, Daddies = both Steve and Bucky)

summary: Steve leaves you and Bucky alone for a day and your Baba manages to make a mistake worthy of an apology and lots of kisses

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“Okay, I’m leaving for my meeting now!” Steve called out. “Just making this announcement in case one of my loves wants to show me some love before I go!” 

Your dada would never leave without a proper goodbye unless it was an emergency, but he likes teasing you. You took the bait every time. 

“Dada! Dada wait!” You rushed to the door and “caught” Steve just as he was about to open the door. 

“Oh goodness! You just barely made it, pumpkin. I was practically out the door!” He set down his briefcase and gave you a hug and kiss. He looked over your shoulder for any sign of Bucky. “Hm. Only one of my loves came to say goodbye. I guess that’s it then. Bye sweetheart, I’ll see you later tonight.”

“No! No! Baba! Baba, come say bye bye to Dada, you have to!”

Bucky shook his head at your and Steve’s antics. He walked leisurely down the hallway before kissing Steve goodbye. 

“You sure took your time,” Dada teased. 

“I can’t be spoiling you now. Sometimes ya gotta play a lil’ hard to get.” Bucky winked. 

Steve laughed and muttered idiot before returning the kiss. “You two gonna be okay without me?”

“Yes, Steve. I’ve got the schedule and the chore chart and the MyPlate chart that you printed out for me. Twice. Relax, I’ve got this. They’re my baby too, you know.”

Your dada sighed. “I know, and I trust you but it’s been a while since we’ve been separated.”

Bucky rubbed his shoulders. “We’re gonna be fine, it’s only for a few hours-”

“Six hours.”

“And those six hours will be fun and productive thanks to the schedule you lovingly created for us. We’ll be okay, you can just focus on your meeting. Unless that’s why you’re acting like a mother hen right now.” Bucky raised an eyebrow. “Are you worrying about us so you don’t have to think about your meeting?”

Steve stood a little straighter and fixed his tie. “Steve Rogers doesn’t run away from his problems. But if he did, that’d be a pretty darn good reason.”

Bucky laughed. “Okay, Captain. Whatever you say, now go kick some ass.”

“Language.” He kissed you one more time. “Bye, sweetheart.” He kissed Bucky. “Be good.”

“Why am I being told to ‘be good’?”

“Because our sweet little angel is always good. You’re the trouble around here.” Steve smiled at you and walked out the door, closing it behind him before your baba could respond. 

“Unbelievable. Did you hear that, lovie? Dada’s talking as if he wasn’t the biggest troublemaker his whole life.” He stopped looking at the door to face you. “How ‘bout those chores? Should we get started on them?”

“Don’t wannaaaa,” you whined. 

“I know, me neither but we gotta show Dada how responsible I can be. Will you help me with that, baby?”

“Mmm. Okay. But then I don’t have to eat Dada’s veggie sprouts for dinner.”

Your baba threw his head back in laughter. “Trust me, angel. Baba wouldn’t make you eat that mess even if you were the naughtiest baby in the world.”

𓏲 ࣪₊♡

Two hours later, you and Bucky had finished watering the plants, cleaning your playroom, and doing the dishes. The only two chores left on Steve’s list were to dust all the shelves and lamps in the house and do the laundry. Bucky hated dusting, so he was saving that task for last. 

He stood a little straighter and used his sergeant voice to grab your attention. “Agent baby, I have a very important task for you.”

You copied his posture. “I’m listenin’, sargan’ baba!”

“I need you to round up all the blankies in the playroom and living room and escort them to the laundry room. And bring any loose socks you see on your way. Those tricky little guys have escaped us for the last time.”

“Yes, sargan’ baba!” You did as he said, gathering the lightweight blankets that collected on the back of the couch and in one of your playroom’s baskets. You carefully walked to the laundry room with your huge pile of blankets nearly blocking your whole face. 

“I gots dem, Baba!”

“That’s very impressive, baby! And in record time too,” Bucky praised. He took the blankets from your hands and placed them into the machine. “One, two, three, four, five, si- wait, we’re missing one. Where’s your blankie, lovie?”

You looked up innocently. “Bankie’s not dirty.”

“Now I know that’s not true. I can’t remember the last time we washed blankie.”

“But, but what if bankie don’ like the water?” You pouted and formed a crease between your brows. 

“Blankie will be fine, sweetheart. Blankets are meant to be washed! And don’t you want your blankie to be fresh and clean? Think about how you feel after a nice bath. Good, right?”

You looked down and played with the hem of your shirt. “Yah, feels good.”

“Okay, then can you get blankie for me? Or do you want sergeant baba to come with you?”

“No, I do it!” You straightened up and rushed to get your blankie, wanting to show Baba your independence. 

You carefully handed blankie to Bucky. 

“Thank you, doll. Now blankie’s gonna take a little trip with these other blankies and when they’re done they’re gonna be all clean! While I do this can you look for the feather duster in the closet? I’ll be back out in a minute.”

“Okay, Baba!”

Now alone with the washing machine, Bucky turned the knob to the correct settings and reached for the detergent. There were three different bottles on the shelf. Wait, which brand is used for blankets? How much are you supposed to use? And who needs three different kinds of laundry detergent?

Steve had been taking care of the laundry lately in exchange for Bucky cleaning the kitchen. Steve was also more particular about how fabrics felt after washing, explaining the need for different detergents. Bucky decided to put a little bit of each detergent in the machine and hope for the best. He pressed the start button and left to find you and the feather duster. 

𓏲 ࣪₊♡

Not too long later, every bookshelf and lampshade in the house was dust-free, Bucky put the blankets in the dryer, and you both ate lunch. By the time the dishes were cleaned, the dryer played a happy tune signaling that the blankets were dry. 

“Baba! Is blankie time!”

He gasped. “Blankie time? We gotta move fast! Hold on baby, Baba’s gonna get you there!” He lifted you off his lap and carried you to the laundry room, moving up and down while making airplane noises. 

“Wooosh! Wooosh! Wow, baby, look at how fast you’re going!”

You squealed and held onto Bucky’s Henley for dear life. “I’m zoomin! I go so high so fast!”

“Aaaand we’ve made it to blankieland!” He put on a voice and pretended to talk into a radio. “Passengers, we have just landed in blankieland. Please stay still while we take out the blankies and give your Babas a kiss for the ride.”

You giggled and kissed Bucky on the cheek before wiggling out of his arms. “Mwah! Down please!”

He set you down and opened the dryer, putting all the blankets into a clean basket so he could take out the dryer lint while you got your blankie. He closed the door and then turned to you. 

“So, how’s blankie? All clean and fresh?”

“B-Baba?” Your lip was trembling and your eyes were filling up with tears. 

“Oh, baby what’s wrong?” He crouched down to your level.

“My blankie! You ruined blankie!” You dropped blankie and ran to your room crying. 

Confused, Bucky picked up your blanket from the floor and a pant of guilt hit him. Blotches of the fabric were discolored. It made your blanket look like someone spilled Steve’s green juice on it. He inspected the other blankets and for some reason, only yours was affected. 

Baba felt so bad for ruining something that meant so much to you. He wanted to go comfort you, but sometimes you needed time alone after a conflict. 

While giving you some space, Bucky tried to fix his mistake. He thought about all the ways he could get the stains out. He tried a stain-removing pen, but there was no change. He got a small part wet and blotted it with a towel. Again, nothing happened. Surely putting it into the machine again wouldn’t fix things, that's how he got into this mess. And he was hesitant to try vinegar, the idea of your blanket being stained and smelly was too much. With no other solutions left to try, Bucky went to go check on you. 

Luckily, you left your door wide open. You were so distracted that you just ran straight toward crying into your pillow and stuffies. Bucky could hear your cries all around the house. He was concerned about how long you’d been crying for. How much time did he spend in that laundry room?

“Baby? Baby, I’m so sorry. Baba’s so sorry he ruined your blankie.” Bucky carefully sat down on your bed and rubbed your back in a soothing gesture. “I’ll buy you a new blankie, yeah? I’ll buy you as many as you want, as big as you want, as colorful as you want.”

He couldn’t be too sure, but he might’ve heard you sob the word “no” three times. 

“Angel, I’m so sorry. I just wanted you to have a clean blankie. When Dada gets back I’ll have him teach me how to clean blankie the correct way, okay? Maybe he can fix this.” Bucky actually wasn’t sure this was something that could be fixed, but he’d say anything to make you happy. “It was an honest mistake, angel. Can you forgive me?”

“I never forgive you, Baba! Never ever ever ever!” You smashed your face into a pillow and kept sobbing. 

Bucky sighed and held his head in his hands. He was hoping for an ounce of Steve’s patience right now. He thought about taking you over to the tower himself. You could see Steve sooner. Maybe some of the other Avengers would still be there and they could help cheer you up. Or maybe he could bribe you with treats, he did just go grocery shopping yesterday...

Luckily, your Dada was just about to park the car. He opened the door expecting to see either you running up to him or you and Bucky sleeping on the couch, exhausted from all the chores. He was not expecting to hear you crying. Steve quickly took off his shoes and found the two of you. 

“What’s going on?” It was an odd scene, you lying face down in the middle of the bed, sobbing while Bucky was perched on the edge about to pull his hair out. 

You turned over and reached out to Dada, still whimpering. He picked you up and reached for a tissue to clean your face. “What’s got my little sweetheart so worked up, hmm?”

“B-Baba wuined bankie.” You hid your face in Steve’s neck, too tired to do anything else. 

Dada looked over to Bucky with a raised brow. 

“I was doing the laundry and I messed up blankie.”

“Show me.”

Bucky left to get blankie while Steve sat on your bed with you in his lap. “Sweetheart, look at me.”

You whined and nuzzled deeper into Steve’s shoulder. 

He sighed and rubbed your back, beginning to talk anyway. “I know how much blankie means to you, baby. I’m sorry Baba ruined it. Did Baba say sorry to you?”

You sniffled. “Ya.”

“And did you forgive him?”

You didn’t answer. 

“Babyyy,” he said in a warning tone. Steve did not appreciate unanswered questions. 

“No. I say I never forgive him.”

He sucked in a breath. “That’s harsh, now why would you say that?”

“Because blankie!”

“I know, I know. But don’t you think Baba is a little more important than blankie? I bet Baba’s real sorry even without your crying.”

Bucky came into your room with blankie. Steve reached for it and inspected the damage. 

“You poured the detergent straight onto it instead of using the slot, didn’t you?”

“How did you know that?”

Steve grimaced. “I made that mistake too. With my own blanket, thankfully. This kind of fabric just soaks it up. And why are the splotches different colors? Which detergent did you use?”

Bucky scratched the back of his neck. “All of them?” Steve’s eyes widened. “I didn’t use a lot! Just a little of each. Why do we need three different kinds anyway?”

Steve laughed. “It’s okay, Buck. I’ll show you the ropes next time.” He turned to you. “See, baby? It was an accident. Baba was trying so hard to clean blankie that he used three whole different soaps!”

You giggled softly and snuck a peek at your daddies. Steve looked hopeful while Bucky still looked sad and a little embarrassed. You didn’t like seeing Baba so down. You reached out to him. 

He looked surprised. “You want me to hold you?” When you nodded, he reached out to pick you up. He pressed his forehead to yours, closing his eyes. “Again, I’m so sorry baby. Baba didn’t know.”

You held his face with both hands. “Is okay Baba. Sorry for being a meanie.”

He laughed. “You’re no meanie, angel.” He kissed you and then cuddled you, mouthing thank you to Steve over your shoulder. 

The next day, your daddies took you on a trip to buy a new blankie and Steve spent an hour showing Bucky how to do the laundry. He even took notes and laminated them to keep in the laundry room.

#stucky x little!reader #daddy!stucky x little!reader #gn!little!reader #oneshot #fluff #sfw regression #agere fic #littlespace fics #marvel agere #kisses #and kisses series #apologies and kisses #apologies-and-kisses #toosh writes

[broodybuck]

The Magic Touch | Series Masterpost [Complete]

[ao3 link]

Series Summary: The soldier is finally free but he has a big problem, he can't finish. Until he meets one man called Steve who apparently has the magic touch.

Series Word Count: 7,666

Series Tags: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes | Rated E | Tags: 18+ explicit smut, Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes, Post-Hydra, Bucky Barnes Recovering, no refractory period

PART 1

PART 2

PART 3

PART 4

#stucky #stucky fanfiction #stucky fic #stucky series #series masterpost #bucky barnes fanfic #steve rogers fanfic

[stuckybingo]

It is time to Resurrect Stucky!

Reclists Part 5

Back in December, the call was put out for fans to create a Stucky Renaissance on Tumblr. We at Stucky Bingo are all about our two favorite centenarians and participants for this event helped to create a series of reclists for all of our fellow Stucky enthusiasts to enjoy.

This reclist is dedicated to Multi-Chaptered Fanfics and Series. Those long reads you save for the long flights and spend all night reading while telling yourself "just one more chapter" all while keeping it safe to read at work.

James Barnes: The Underworld's Best Friend by PerplexinglyParadoxialPerson, WinterSabbath (Teen, 31k) “I get called in every time these things happen.” James motioned to the room. “Then I offer my expertise.” Steve blinked. “Do these things happen often or something?” “Well, not to this magnitude, no.” At the blank look the team gave him, James shrugged. “Usually it’s a vampire forgetting they can’t prey on humans anymore. Or a banshee causing trouble in California. The occasional fairy goes on a chocolate-stealing spree and it’s my job to give them a stern talking to. That kinda stuff.” “Excuse me?” Tony held up a hand. “What the fuck?” In which Steve meets James Barnes—SHIELD’s consultant for all things supernatural—and discovers that there is a much bigger world waiting to be explored, and the man who introduces him to this world is a lot more charming than Steve expected.

Without You Here, We Are A Worse Version Of Who We’ve Been by endlesstwanted, Estelior (Teen, 10.9k) Bucky has to plan how to do his physical therapy when, by chance, he finds therapist and gym owner Steve’s videos on YouTube. Located two blocks away and encouraged by his roommate, Bucky goes and meets Steve, gets the help he didn’t know he needed, and a couple of things more in the way.

if I'm going to get back to you someday by napricot (Teen, 46k) “What’s the plural for a group of Steves?” asks Natasha, and it’s weirdly comforting that the question has a hint of whimsical hysteria to it. Good, Bucky’s not the only one who’s not dealing well with all of this. “A clusterfuck,” he says. “A clusterfuck of Steves.” Despite how little sense his life has made since he got on a battlefield to fight a bunch of aliens, Bucky's pretty sure he knows exactly what's happened when a much older Steve appears after the mission to return the Infinity Stones: he left Bucky behind to get his much deserved happily ever after in the past. Only then another Steve shows up, and another. And Bucky realizes he still hasn't got any idea what's going on.What he does have is a whole lot of Steves, a fraught relationship with his own Steve, and tentative plans to leave. But the more Bucky talks to all these different versions of Steve, the more he begins to wonder if leaving really is what's best for him and his Steve, or if there's a way to make something new out of their long friendship.

Forgive Me If You Remember by Judeyjude (Teen, 53k, Warnings: Canonical Character Death, The Deaths Are Temporary) When they finally tumbled into bed, Bucky straddled Steve and said, “Just because we danced, doesn’t mean you can die.” Steve pulled Bucky down and kissed him slowly. “Never,” he whispered in Bucky’s ear. Part 1: In which Bucky yells at a National Icon, grieves the aftermath of the world losing half its population, and somehow falls in love along the way. Part 2: When time rewinds five years, everything Bucky had ever wanted suddenly becomes true—to have his family back. The price paid? Worldwide memory loss.

No Such Men Return by glasscaskets (Teen, 52k, Warnings: Period Typical Attitudes, Non-Consentual Body Modification, Body Horror, PTSD, Implied Torture) When he is thirteen, Bucky Barnes decides he has to learn to fight to protect the people he loves. This singular mission never really stops. OR: Filling in the gaps of three Captain America movies and the life and times of James Buchanan Barnes and the first and best thing he ever loved: Steve Rogers.

take my hand (take my whole life too) by SgtGraves, spinawren (Teen, 36k) HYDRA may have been revealed and taken down in the span of a few hours, but the repercussions are far more extensive. Steve Rogers, now ex-SHIELD agent, expects to be feeling them in his life for years. What he didn't expect was for them to reach into him and change the most fundamental thing he thought he knew about himself - that he doesn't have a soulmate.

Stop Trolling Me! by GoodbyeBlues (Teen, 21k) When the dust had settled and James was collecting his $10 winnings to the congratulations of the other Bingo patrons, Steve not included, Steve vowed that next week he would not be pulled into the sexy vortex of this Bingo playing bad boy. If Steve never saw James, darling of the Bingo hall, Russian sex God, and ruthless troll collector again, he would be fine. Just fine. ... A.K.A Oblivious Steve is very bad at having an arch-enemy. (Particularly because he confuses 'dating' with 'acts of war.')

Faith, Trust, and Pixie Venom by ReformedTsundere (Teen, 19k) Steve Rogers has a secret. By day, he's a scrawny illustrator with bad lungs who can barely get up the rickety stairs to his apartment. By night, he's known as Captain, a mage of extraordinary power and a fighter for justice.

Beyond the Yellow Book Road by crinklefries (Teen, 30k) Before he was Captain America, he was Steve Rogers, knobby kneed and wild-eyed, with scrapes on his knuckles and a book in his hands. In 1942, he leaves for war and eventually crashes the Valkyrie. That's only the beginning of his story. In 2011, Steve's body is dragged from ice off the coast of Greenland. In 2015, he meets a bookstore clerk. This is what happens when a superhero loses his way home and the only way back is through the Yellow Book Road.

This Feeling We Carry In Our Souls by jinlinli (Teen, 26k, Warnings: Panic Attacks) Bucky hasn’t seen his own soul mark in seven years, not since a doctor sawed off his left arm to save his life. So it’s a little bit of a shock when he walks into Stark Tower and sees at least a dozen people with his soul mark proudly emblazoned on their skin. And that’s how Bucky finds out he’s soulmates with Captain fucking America.

Infinite Coffee and Protection Detail by owlet (Teen, Series, 264k, Warnings: PTSD, Panic Attacks, Dissociation) The mission resets abruptly, from objective: kill to objective: protect

Workplace Hazards by AggressiveWhenStartled (Teen, Series, 33k) Today, Peter was honest-to-god going to see Captain America himself up close, in person, and not from a rooftop or tiny crevice like a creepy stalker fanboy. Even better, he was going to watch Steve Rogers make history by soldiering his beleaguered way through the most intensely awkward and honestly ridiculous press conference in the history of ever-- jaw thrust out and spine ramrod straight. Trying hard to be polite and respectful in the face of adversity. While a bunch of assholes with cameras and microphones shouted at him about Iron Man’s adolescent dick.

#stucky #resurrect stucky day #stucky bingo #stucky fanfic #fanfic #sfw fanfic #multi chap fic #stucky series

[stevesbestgirl]

Their Girl - Game Day

Soft!Daddy!Stucky X Little!F!Reader

Warnings: age regression, brief descriptions of food, passive alcohol consumption (nothing major), reader gets overstimulated, younger than usual regression, crybaby queen reader, reader’s hand gets swatted, but no real violence

4275 words

A/N: This is part of Season 2 of Their Girl! Season 2 is still in progress and won’t be posted until it’s finished, but there is a new character in this part that hasn’t technically been introduced yet. Rest assured, the remaining pieces will come in time, but it’s Super Bowl Sunday here in the U.S., so enjoy! 

"Papa, I don't wanna watch football," you pouted as Steve pulled a Giants jersey over your head.

He cupped your chin, "Can I tell you a secret?" You gave a solemn nod and he cracked a half smile, brushing his thumb over the line of your jaw, "I don't really care about football either. But it makes Daddy happy and helps him get along with Uncle Tony. Do you think you can help me?"

"Can I take my game with me?"

Steve pressed his mouth into a thin line; he should have expected that. "Yes." Your face split into a grin, but Steve held up a finger, "But we're staying until the end of the game. And if I hear any complaining-"

You shook your head, "I won't."

He tapped your nose, "Good girl. Now let's get going." He hoisted you up on his hip, grabbing your backpack with his other hand.

You leaned out to watch him scoop it up, a curious look on your face. Steve chuckled, "What is it, sweetheart?"

Your cheeks warmed, "Daddy is strong." You never got tired of how easily he carried you around.

He squeezed your leg, "You like it when I carry you around?" You buried your face in his shoulder in lieu of answering. He pressed a kiss into the top of your head, "Good thing I like carrying my baby around too."

You smiled, still feeling shy as Bucky came into view, leaning against the couch. "Look at my girl," he grinned, pushing off and striding toward you. 

As Bucky reached for you, Steve spun you away, clearing his throat and puffing out his chest. Bucky grinned, changing course to cup the back of Steve's neck, "And my guy, of course."

Steve rolled his eyes, "Sure thing, Buck."

Bucky pulled him in for a kiss anyway. "Now c'mere, you," Bucky held his arms out and Steve handed you over. "Are you ready, doll?"

"Did you get my game, Papa?"

"Got it," Steve held it up before he zipped it up inside the backpack.

The three of you headed to the rec room, which Steve had promised would have fun things to do.

You could smell the rec room before Bucky even opened the door; the scent of pizza and chicken wings wafted out. The sound of chatter followed, growing exponentially louder as Bucky opened the door.

Inside, Peter and Wanda were making a racket at the foosball table. Tony, Thor, Loki, Nat and Bruce were seated at the ring of sofas that centered around the enormous television. To your surprise, there was another adult present, seated on the opposite end of Tony's sofa. It was your new friend from the office, Stephen Strange. You offered a shy wave, your comfort around him having dwindled since your last meeting.

"Thought you guys were gonna miss kickoff," Tony noted.

"It took a little bit of convincing to get everybody here," Bucky grimaced, setting you down.

Bruce held out an arm for a hug and you climbed onto the sofa next to him, tucking underneath and into his side, "Hi Bruce."

"Hey kiddo, how's it going?" You shrugged. "That bad, huh?"

"I don't like football."

"Why not?"

"Too much yelling."

He grimaced, "People get excited, huh?" You nodded. "What if you got excited too? Would it be okay then?"

You shrugged again, "Maybe."

"Why not give it a try? You might like it."

You stayed quiet; you didn't know if you wanted to like it.

Loki caught your eye from the sofa across from you, drawing a chuckle from Bruce, "Go on."

You hopped across the aisle to climb up next to Loki, "Do you like football?"

He shrugged, "Would be better with weapons."

You glanced at the TV again; you didn't think weapons were the problem, but you weren't going to argue with Loki. As one team kicked the ball all the way down the field to start the game and the crowd went crazy, you couldn't help but think that your daddies could have done a better job. But they were both watching the screen, even Steve, who had said he wasn't interested. 

"Did you bring your game?" Loki's gaze flicked from the screen to the group of adults, back to you.

You nodded, "In my backpack."

The corner of his mouth lifted, "Do you want to play?"

Glancing at Steve, you nibbled at your lower lip; it might be a bit early to ask. But you slipped off the couch and trotted over to Steve, hands clasped behind your back, "Papa, can I play my game with Loki please?"

He gave a soft chuckle, his gaze flicking to Loki on the other sofa, "It hasn't even been ten minutes, sweetheart."

You glanced over your shoulder at the TV, "But it's screen time, right?" You let your lip jut out a tiny bit, shuffling between Steve's legs. 

A little crease appeared between Steve's brows as Tony snorted a laugh, "She's not bad."

"You two can play, but not the whole time, alright angel?" Steve offered, ignoring Tony. He tipped his chin at the backpack by the sofa, "Go ahead."

You beamed, "Thank you!" Scuttling over, you rifled through the bag, pulling out your game and clamoring back onto the sofa beside Loki.

"Wait, I wanna play!" Wanda's voice piped up from the foosball table, a note of resentment at not being invited in her voice.

"Me too!" Peter echoed, scrambling to follow as Wanda grabbed her own game and climbed up next to you. 

Shuffling over to make room for her, you bumped shoulders with Loki, making him glance sharply away.

"Sorry," you murmured, pulling in to try giving him more space as Peter squeezed in between you and Wanda, crowding the sofa further.

"It's fine."

"Babydoll, do you want to sit with me?" Bucky patted his lap.

Nodding, you disentangled yourself from the others and scurried over to Bucky, who pulled you into his lap, wrapping his arm around you and pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

You looked to Loki, "Are you ready?"

He nodded, though he looked a bit displeased, his mouth pressed into a thin line as Peter and Wanda chattered beside him.

You played, but Loki no longer seemed in the mood for it. He kept glancing at Thor as though he wanted to go home, but Thor, whose face was painted and had a plate piled with food, didn't seem to be going anywhere soon.

When the Giants made a big play, the room exploded with noise, even Bucky, who was usually so soft-spoken. He threw his free hand in the air in a fist,  "YES, WHAT A THROW!"

You tensed, squeezing your eyes closed as though it would muffle the sound. For once, Bucky didn't notice- he was focused on the game. Stifling the threat of a pout, you set your game down and wriggled out of Bucky's grasp, expecting him to protest. But he let you go, his fingers grazing your arm absently. 

Since you'd already gotten up, you had to find something to do. You slunk over to the food table, appraising the snacks, but you weren't really hungry. Glancing over at your daddies, you wanted them to notice you. Usually, they were so attentive that you couldn't hide anything from them, but today you couldn't seem to compete.

"Too loud?"

You'd been so busy watching Steve and Bucky that you hadn't noticed Peter trotting up to you; it looked like game time had been abandoned. Wanda was snuggling in with Natasha and Loki was speaking urgently in Thor's ear.

You hesitated before nodding; Steve had said no complaining. But Peter gave a knowing nod, "Me too." He held out a hand, "C'mon."

You followed him over to the closet. Inside, board games, blankets, and spare snacks filled the shelves. Eyeing a thick comforter at the very top, Peter climbed the shelves with ease, never wavering as he pulled the blanket out with one hand and tossed it down, following with two others before leaping from the top to land on the newly cushioned floor. 

You watched him wide-eyed, breathing a soft, "Wow," as Peter grinned up at you from his dismount.

He began spreading the blankets out in a dense pile on the floor, carefully closing the closet door to muffle the noise as another cheer went up from the sofa area.

Once he was satisfied with his nest, he fixed a serious gaze on you, "I'm gonna go get our stuff. I'll be right back."

He grabbed the door knob, but you touched his hand, "Wait, um," your cheeks flushed with warmth, "Could you get my paci from my backpack?"

Peter smiled and nodded before disappearing, closing the door behind him. You decided it was kind of nice in here; the door muffled the sound nicely and the blankets didn't even smell like a closet. You took another from the shelf, wrapping yourself up as Peter returned, slyly slipping back in and closing the door without a peep.

"Here, pretty girl," he said with earnest enthusiasm as he gave you your things: your game, your paci, and your sippy cup, also from your backpack. He also gave you a cookie from the snack table and a pair of blue headphones.

"I don't like loud noises sometimes either," he said nonchalantly, as though that explained everything.

"Thank you," you murmured, suddenly feeling shy at his attention. Peter was always nice to you, but this was different. He was looking at you the way small children often looked at babies, or children smaller than them; like he was honor-bound to make sure you were cared for.

Part of you wanted to reject his help; you didn't want to be the baby of the group, but you supposed Peter knew what that was like too. So you slid the headphones over your ears, muffling the sounds of the game even further, before you put your paci in and played your game. 

Never being allowed to play your game for this long at home, you lost yourself in it. It wasn't until the closet door opened, Tony on the other side, that you remembered where you were.

"Found them. What are we doing, playing Seven Minutes in Heaven?" He smirked, "I get next round."

Feeling extra small, you just stared up at him, eyelashes fanning your cheeks as you blinked in the bright light.

"It was too loud, Daddy," Peter explained, placing himself resolutely between you and Tony. 

"Pete, you can't-"

"Tony found them, Steve, in the closet," Bucky was calling back over his shoulder. Peering over Tony's shoulder, his expression melted into a smile, "What are you doing in there, babydoll?" Registering the doe-eyed look on your face, he gave you an easier question, "You comfy?"

Nodding, a contented smile peeked out from behind the pacifier. 

Peter didn't budge from his place, "See? She's comfy. We're having fun!" His fists were balled up, even though no grown ups had demanded the closet be vacated.

Steve appeared over Bucky's shoulder, "What is she doing in-" Much like Bucky, Steve instantly softened his tone at the sight of you swaddled up and dewy eyed, "What are you doing in there, angel?" Bucky murmured something in Steve's ear before turning his attention back to you, "It's halftime, princess, do you want to come out for some pizza?" He paused to placate Peter, "You two can come back when the game starts again, if you want."

Peter nodded adamantly, but it was your nod Bucky was waiting for. You were feeling slow, like Bucky's string of words needed to be untangled before you understood what he'd asked you.

With a soft whisper in Peter's ear, Tony guided him back to the party, leaving Steve and Bucky with you. Steve knelt in the doorway, offering a hand, "You hungry, sweetness?"

You blinked at him once before messily untangling the nest of blankets you'd buried yourself in and clamoring over to his hand. But instead of accepting his help standing, you raised both arms, "Up?"

Steve grinned, hoisting you up under the arms and taking you out of the closet to sit on his hip. He removed the headphones Peter had loaned you, setting them back in the closet with your other things.

You babbled softly to yourself, suddenly entranced with the way Steve's blonde hair caught the light, your fingers drawn to the glistening gold. Steve and Bucky talked, though you didn't have enough capacity to truly listen. 

"You don't think something is wrong, do you?"

"She seems happy."

"She doesn't usually get so small, Buck-"

"I know, Stevie," Bucky said soothingly. "We'll talk to her when she lets us." He kissed Steve on the cheek and you on the forehead before he veered toward the snack table, "I'll get her something to eat."

Steve fixed you with a puzzled look, "Is everything okay, sweetheart?" 

He brushed hair away from your face and you leaned into his touch, "Papa." The word was slurred and barely audible, but Steve heard. 

Fingers still buried in the hair behind his ear, you smushed your face into his neck, granting him a sloppy kiss, accented by a muffled, "Mwah." You giggled to yourself as Steve took his seat back on the couch, cradling you carefully in his lap.

You returned your attention to Steve's hair, fingers quickly undoing any attempt he'd made at styling it. He allowed it without complaint; it wasn't a secret that Steve liked having your attention, especially with an audience. 

"Papa pretty," you declared, both hands shrouded in Steve's golden crown, now tousled and messy. Natasha laughed, drawing a derisive look from Wanda. Loki, who had been unsuccessful in convincing Thor to leave, looked miserly and disinterested, tucked into the corner of the sofa with his game, though he wasn't playing. 

"Oh no, I don't think so," Steve suddenly tutted, capturing both of your hands in his, "My baby is the pretty one." And he buried his face in your neck, kissing and nibbling and tickling, your giggles devolving into gasping breaths by the time Bucky returned with food. 

Steve relented, gathering you back into his arms to make room for Bucky, but before he could settle, you were straining against his grasp, trying to get to Bucky, "Dadadadada."

"Hold on," Steve chuckled, wrapping an arm around your waist to keep you in place. "Wait just a minute, sweet pea-"

"Dadada," you insisted, undeterred by Steve's interference. Reaching insistently for Bucky, you were no match for Steve's strength, eyes welling with frustrated tears.

Once Bucky was settled, he moved the plate safely out of the way, pulling you into his lap from Steve's grasp. 

He cupped your chin, wiping a stray tear away, "No need for that, Daddy's right here, princess." You sniffled, urgency forgotten now that you had Bucky. He leaned in closer, cooing, "We know you're extra little, but try to tell us what you need with your big girl words, okay doll?"

To his surprise, you shook your head, "Uh-uh."

"You don't want to use big girl words?"

But you only babbled back at him, the sounds not quite forming all the way.

Steve caught Bucky's eye, but Bucky didn't push further, keeping a close eye on you as you grabbed a fistful of goldfish crackers from the plate he'd brought, sloppily spreading a trail of them from the end table to your seat on the sofa. 

Steve captured your fist in his hand, trying to work the crackers loose before crumbs ended up scattered all over the rec room, "Here sweetness, we'll feed you instead, hm?"

But you let out a squeal of protest, fist instinctively jerking away and scattering crackers across the floor. 

Before you could process, there was a sting to the top of your fist; Steve had given you a sharp tap, "Hey!"

As the realization set in, you stared at Steve with a wobbly lip, sucking in a breath, but before you could cry, Peter exclaimed, "That's not nice!"

"Pete-" Tony began, trying to shush Peter from the snack table, but Peter ducked his arm and charged over to the sofa, crossing his arms expectantly at Steve.

"Hitting is mean."

Now that the attention was on someone else, you buried your face in Bucky's shoulder with a soft whimper, watching Peter and Steve. 

"Peter, honey," Steve tried to explain, "I didn't hit-"

"Yes you did, I saw," Peter insisted, though he glanced at your face, verifying your watery eyes and sniffles before he challenged Steve for the second time. 

"I would-"

"I saw too," Loki chimed in. Wanda was quiet under Natasha's guidance, but she nodded her agreement.

Steve looked pained, "That wasn't to hurt-"

"Steve just needed to get her attention," Bucky tried to help.

But Peter wasn't having it, "Pretty girl is little, she doesn't know." Catching the note of ferocity in his own tone, Peter dialed it back, stealing a glance back at Tony to make sure he wasn't in trouble yet, "You're strong Uncle Steve, what if you did hurt her hand on accident?"

Steve took a deep, calming breath, "I would never hurt her on purpose. I'll be more careful, okay Pete?"

Peter didn't appear convinced, but he nodded. Steve urged him over closer, speaking low, "You're doing a good job looking out for her, okay buddy? I appreciate it."

Peter nodded again, stealing another glance at you to make sure you were really okay. But before he could return to Tony, who was still at the snack table chatting with Stephen, you held out your hand, offering the last goldfish cracker clutched there.

Politely accepting a cracker, Peter scuttled back to Tony, his courage depleted after standing up to a grown up. 

Steve turned his guilty gaze back to you. You stared at him, tucked into the safety of Bucky's chest. He captured your now empty hand, pressing kisses into the back of it, "I'm sorry if I surprised you, sweetheart. Will you let me feed you, please?"

You nodded slowly, making no move to lift your head from Bucky; he was rubbing your back and it was making you sleepy. 

"Buck, she won't sleep tonight if she naps now," Steve warned, taking the plate from Bucky's free hand and offering you a bite of pizza.

Bucky chuckled at your groan of protest as he removed his hand, propping you up in his lap so you could eat, "C'mon doll, eat something for us?"

You nibbled the pizza half-heartedly, but it was enough for them, both men raining praises on you for being so good. You only ate a little, but Steve and Bucky were more focused on keeping you calm and happy. 

Suddenly remembering the party, you peeked at the others. Wanda was laying with her head in Nat's lap, playing her game solo. Peter was with Tony and Stephen at the snack table still, looking a bit shy. Thor was engrossed in the halftime report on the TV, bringing a large flagon to his lips for a deep drink, oblivious to the thunderstorm of atmosphere surrounding Loki beside him. 

Loki looked miserable. His game was turned off, resting on the arm of the sofa. He had his knees pulled up, arms wrapped around them so his chin rested in the gap in between.

Tugging Bucky's sleeve, you pointed, "Dada?"

Bucky spoke gently in your ear, "What is it, princess?"

You struggled for the words, "He sad."

"He does look a little sad, huh?" he murmured, stealing a glance at Steve to see if he was listening, but he was chatting with Nat and Bruce. "You wanna help?"

You nodded and Bucky dutifully carried you over, patiently waiting for you to speak, "Loki?" It didn't sound like it usually did- the syllables were disjointed, but Loki was already paying attention.

"Yes," he replied plainly.

"I sit?"

"Sure."

Bucky settled you in between Loki and Thor, "Shout if you need me, okay baby?" He kissed your forehead before he returned to Steve, who urgently spoke in his ear, his gaze on you.

Loki didn't strike up a conversation. Words weren't your strong suit at the moment, so you just leaned against him, resting your head on his shoulder, "Okay?" Loki gave a short hum that sounded like approval, so you closed your eyes. 

After a minute or two, Loki shifted, lowering his legs. You sat up as he readjusted, and he glanced at you, "You can stay- if you want."

Smiling, you leaned on him again as he grabbed his game. Lighting up further, you pointed, "I watch?"

He gave a tight nod, "Sure."

So you watched him play for a few minutes, disturbed only slightly when Thor finally stood to refill his mug and get more food. When Thor came back, plopping into his seat and shifting the sofa, you were pushed further into Loki, sliding down into his cushion with him.

You let out a soft, surprised squeal, fingers curling around Loki's arm for support. You saw the way Bucky's head snapped to you, instantly seeking you out to make sure you were okay. Steve, who had never stopped watching, narrowed his eyes.

"My apologies, little one, are you alright?" Thor patted your head.

Giggling, you nodded, allowing Bucky to relax as the game started again. As the ball was kicked again, everyone settled back into their seats to watch, although the noise quickly picked back up.

Before long, there was a collective inhale across the room and then all of the adults started shouting.

"Come on!"

"That was pass interference! Are the refs blind?"

Thor thumped his fist on the arm of the sofa, "Foul play!"

Peter caught your eye from his place next to Tony before he stood. Moments later, he was in front of you, the pair of blue headphones and your pacifier brought from the closet. 

Rather than hand them to you, Peter carefully put the headphones on your head, though they weren't plugged in, and held the paci up to your lips.

"Fank you," you slurred around it, grateful to Peter but suddenly shy at the attention.

Peter grinned proudly before climbing back up next to Tony, who ruffled his hair. 

Loki grabbed the end of the headphone cable, plugging it into his game so the sound would cover the noise.

Resting your head back on Loki's shoulder, you could hear the faint murmur of chatter and the occasional exclamation following a big play, but the sound wasn't so overwhelming. 

And despite the dull uptick in the volume after each play, your eyelids grew heavy, your cheek smushed against Loki's shoulder. 

You woke as your seat suddenly shifted again, the collective shout loud enough to pierce the protection of the headphones. 

Jolting up to see Thor jump off the sofa, his fists raised in the air, "YES! YES!" The other adults cheered with him, but the sudden change in atmosphere was a shock. With a single sniffle, you burst into tears, the sound muffled underneath the din. 

Before you could inhale for a wail, a pair of arms hoisted you up, Steve's scent soothing you before you'd even caught a glimpse of blonde hair. 

"I've got you, sweetness," he cooed in your ear, whisking you back to his place next to Bucky. 

You sniffled weakly, lip trembling, but no one other than Loki seemed to have noticed anything was wrong. By the time Bucky finished cheering and Thor sat back down, Steve had you cradled in his lap, Peter's headphones playing soft music in your ears. 

Bucky smiled at you, brushing his thumb idly over your ankle. You blinked at him and Bucky instantly noticed the glitter of tears on your lashes, giving your ankle a soft squeeze and lifting a headphone to talk to you, "You okay, babydoll? You need to go home?"

Sloppily rubbing an eye, you shook your head, "Daddy havin' fun." 

But Bucky shook his head, leaning in closer, "You tell me if you need to go, okay?" He cupped your chin, "My baby is more important, alright?"

Cheeks warming under the intensity of his gaze, you nodded. Looking satisfied, Bucky sat back, though he rested his palm on your ankle, his thumb resuming its path. 

You curled your fingers into Steve's jersey, watching the people run around on the screen for lack of anything else to focus on. With Bucky's thumb tracing over your ankle and Steve's warm palm tracing your back, watching the game wasn't so bad. 

As a man in blue ran down the field, another cheer went up, growing louder as his long strides carried him down into the very end of the field. Thor launched from his seat shouting again, oblivious to the sharp look he got from Steve. But you were ready for it this time, clapping along with everyone else.

The room quickly got quiet as all the players lined up by the goalposts, the tension obvious.

Bucky's fingers slowed on your ankle, squeezing softly as the play started. You struggled to keep track of the ball, but the room exploded in cheers again and Bucky hoisted you off Steve's lap as he jumped up to match Thor's enthusiasm.

Giggling, you clapped again, "Did we win, Daddy?"

Bucky grinned, looking as excited as you'd ever seen him, "We sure did, babydoll."

"Yay!" 

Bucky looked so happy to see you excited about something he liked, blue eyes lit up with little crinkles around the corners of his eyes. Maybe you could like football too.

#daddy!stucky #daddy!stucky x little!reader #soft!dark!daddy!stucky #little!reader #agere #sfw agere #their girl #their girl series

[munchy-munch]

Aconitum - Where Am I?

Aconitum. What a beautiful flower. Vibrant in color and full in its bell shape. But aconitum is more than what it appears. A symbol of caution for what dangers exist as you come closer. A deadly beauty by nature. It's not it's fault. That's how it was made. That's how you were made. You are their perfect little creation. A beauty, drawing in all sorts, but a deadly little flower, killing with only a kiss. It's your nature, and you can't help it. But a question you should ask yourself is, will the flower wither away in hydra's grasps, or will someone come and save the flower, giving it all the nurturing, it needs to blossom as it was supposed to?

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Beep…beep…beep…beep…beep…beep…beep…beep……...

I feel like I’m sinking into a cloud. I moved around on my back as I cracked my eyes open. The ceiling above me was all white. No..no…I thought…I sat up from where I was laying. I was in a bed? I tried to pull the covers off of me, but the needles in my arms were holding me down. So, I ripped them out. My arms continued to bleed, but I don’t care. I just need to get out of here. I hopped off of the bed only to fall onto the floor. Why is my body so heavy?

I dragged my body off of the floor. This is my chance. This is my moment to escape. I have to try. I made my way to the door and threw it open. 

I pulled my feet down the halls, running as fast as I could. I tripped a couple of times, but I didn’t let it stop me. I haven’t run into any guards either, and I could see blurs of the outside as I passed the large windows on the wall. 

I continued running until I couldn’t run anymore. In front of me was a wall filled with giant glass windows looking over a city. I placed my hand on the window and looked down at the city. They never let me have a window let alone near one, and the ones I’ve seen were never so large. They were only large enough to peek through. 

“So many people,” I said out loud. I had never seen so many people, so much life in one spot before. I looked down at my hands. 

“I’m not in that room,” I said to myself, "I’m not there and I’m…” my speech dissolved into mumbles, but that’s fine. I’m this close to freedom and I won’t let it go. Wait, there was a green man, a giant green man. He freed me, he saved me. I need to find him then I can leave. I turned only to be greeted with a crowd of people, watching me. They were very alert. 

“You’re not taking me back there,” I mumbled. 

Gas started leaking from my palms. I can’t, I won’t let them take me. I just got to see the outside for the first time in my life. My eyes darted around the room. I spotted a set of stairs leading up and the hallway I came from. 

“Woah, woah, we’re not going to hurt you. We saved you,” a man said. He stepped closer and I stepped back. Gas fell from my body even quicker, seeping onto the floor. 

“Friday?”

“I’m detecting a concentration of aconitine. I suggest you all vacate and quarantine the lounge. I will cut off air flow for the meantime,” an unknown voice said. 

The man from before ushered the group of people out of the room and I was once again alone with my giant window. The gas stopped pouring from my body, but it still filled the room. I sat in front of my window and pressed my forehead against it. Its coldness against my head is calming compared to the heat of this building. 

They didn’t take me anywhere by force. And they don’t dress like the people from before. They didn’t drag me back to that white room, so they can’t be that bad if they didn’t do that. I closed my eyes. I could stay here forever. My eyes wandered across the city. So many people and cars live life carefree from danger and evil. 

“Can I live that kind of life? I want to live that kind of life. I want to live normal, I guess,” I said to no one but myself. 

“What would normal look like? I wouldn’t be in that room, and I would be able to go anywhere. I could have friends and we could go places. We could…I don’t know what else people do down there other than go places. I could learn though. As I was relaxing, I heard thumping behind me. I turned to see the giant green man from before. I stood up and walked over to him. 

“Thank you,” I said, “You saved me,” I continued. 

“Hulk friends no like gas,” he said. Gas? Oh, the poison. “I’m sorry. I didn’t…I’m sorry.” I took a deep breath and inhaled the gas in the room. 

“Thank you again,” I said to Hulk. He looked a little uneasy having a conversation, but he sat down and pulled me down next to him. 

“Hulk, welcome,” he said. 

I sat next to him in silence. I didn’t want to make him any more uncomfortable and the silence isn’t too bad. But I did have some more things to say. 

“I didn’t think I would ever be able to leave. Everything was so plain and white and then you came along, a giant green shape,” I told him before I looked up to him. 

“Am I going to be ok here,” I asked. He shifted around a bit before turning to me. 

“Hulk friends good,” he said. 

We drifted again into silence, a nice silence. It was relaxing and peaceful. We watched the city below us and at some point, the sun began to set. My eyes started to burn. I lifted a hand to my face. I was crying, and before I could do anything, sobs fled my body in harsh waves. My hand reached out and grabbed onto Hulk’s finger. He flinched but settled down when he saw me crying. 

“Little man ok,” he asked. 

“I’m free, and they won’t get to me anymore,” I said before the tears took back over. I’m really free. My breathing became labored, and my face was dripping. The reality finally caught up with me. This is freedom. I escaped. I am truly a free man. I continued to cry. And sitting there, I cried myself to sleep next to my first friend, Hulk.

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I woke up in a room. The ceiling was white, but as I sat up, I saw that the room was different from before. Where was Hulk? I ripped the needles out of my arm again, but this time something started beeping. A man with glasses walked in as the doors opened by themselves. 

“Who-”

“Bruce Banner, I’m Bruce Banner,” he said. That meant nothing to me. Gas started falling from my hands. I can’t fight him, but I can get rid of him. 

“You’re Hulk’s friend right,” he said in a hurry. Hulk?

“Where is he,” I asked him, sucking the gas back into my body. 

“I am Hulk, well more like he’s a part of me.”

“Where is he,” I yelled. A part of him? There’s no way. Does he know how big Hulk is?

“I’m telling the truth. He said you'd be safe with his friends. I promise we’ll uphold that.” 

“You promise,” I asked. 

“I promise. They won’t get to you again. You won’t be back in that room,” he said. I nodded my head and, Bruce, walked over to me and motioned for me to sit back down on the bed. He cleaned up the blood dripping down my arm and put the needles back into my arm. 

“You should be careful with that,” I said. 

“Hmm?”

“My blood, you should be careful. It could kill you,” I said. He looked down at his hands and whipped the blood off on his bands.

“Could I take some blood?” I nodded and sat there. I watched as my blood filled his glass tubes. 

It made my head hurt. I feel like I’ve done this but…I don’t know. I felt my body falling back, sinking into a void. I looked up and saw his face, Bruce’s face as my vision faded, as it all went dark. 

#steve x reader x bucky #avengers angst #hydra reader #male reader #reader insert #steve x bucky #stucky #stucky angst #stucky series #stucky x reader #steve rodgers x reader #stucky x you #stucky x y/n #bucky x y/n #bucky x you #bucky barnes #bucky angst #polyamourous #x male reader

[rookthorne]

A whole 13 weeks of pure smut with all my AUs? You better buckle up and get some towels, because I go all fuckin' out with this event.

𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑼𝑵𝑰𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑬𝑺

―  BUCKY BARNES  ―

֎  Biker!Bucky Barnes  —  Brotherhood & Bullets ֎  Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes + Bodyguard!Winter Soldier  —  Staya Volkov ֎  Drifter!Bucky Barnes x Drifter!F!Reader  —  The Queen & The King ֎  Farmer!Bucky Barnes  —  Peaches ‘n Cream Ranch ֎  Incubus!Bucky Barnes  —  Depths of Pleasure ֎  Lumberjack!Bucky Barnes  —  Sturdy Roots, Strong Hearts ֎  Mafia!Bucky Barnes  —  His Empire, Her Rules ֎  Artist!Bucky Barnes  —  The Queen’s Masterpiece ֎  Mechanic!Bucky Barnes  —  His Girls ֎  Modern!Bucky Barnes  —  Written in the Stars ֎  Nurse!Bucky Barnes  —  A Hero ֎  Personal Trainer!Bucky Barnes  —  Progress, Not Perfection ֎  Pirate!Bucky Barnes  —  Sins of the Seven Seas ֎  Pornstar!Bucky Barnes  —  Purity ֎  Street Racer!Bucky Barnes  —  Brooklyn Pride ֎  Tattoo Artist!Bucky Barnes  —  Inked Sun

―  STUCKY  ―

֎  Firemen!Stucky  —  Built Differently

𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑭𝑰𝑪 𝑪𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑻

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𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑫 𝑪𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑻

66,550

𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑲𝑺

—  The AO3 SERIES can be found HERE.

𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑵𝑶𝑻𝑬𝑺

A massive thank you to both @sgt-seabass & @smutconnoisseur for taking the mantle of being my beta's for these fics - I wouldn't have gotten it all organised if it wasn't for your help. Extending this to @buckybarnesevents - the prompts were so perfect, and I had an absolute ball.

𝐇𝐨𝐭 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── 𝐊𝐄𝐘 ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

— 𝐀  = angst — 𝐖  = whump — 𝐈 = sick fic — 𝐃  = dark — 𝐃² = dead dove — 𝐏 = poly — 𝐊 = kid fic — 𝐅  = fluff — 𝐒  = smut

🔥 𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐭

“What should I wear?”

─── Biker!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Playing innocent with Bucky never worked ― it didn’t mean you wouldn’t try, not when the payoff was precisely what you craved.

🔥 𝐒𝐢𝐭 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲

Lingerie

─── Bodyguard!Bucky x F!Reader x Bodyguard!Winter Soldier ── 𝐏 + 𝐅 + 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

It was a game you loved to play: targeting their weaknesses to see how fast they’d fracture and snap ― taking you down with them. This time, however, you got much more than you bargained for.

🔥 𝐁𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐓𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

Lingerie

─── Mafia!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 + 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

The promises that Bucky made to you and you alone, were never broken ― whether they were fulfilled that moment or the next day, no matter what they entailed. 

🔥 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥����𝐬𝐡 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬

Daddy

─── Incubus!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

A secret was only a secret if your body didn’t betray you. Luckily for you, you just happened to have an Incubus with centuries worth of tricks of the trade practised and perfected to get information out of anybody as a lover ― you didn’t stand a chance.

🔥 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬

Sir

─── Mechanic!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Who knew uttering a simple phrase would turn the man that had only ever been gentle and teasing, into a feral beast with only one goal in mind ― to ruin you?

🔥 𝐒𝐨𝐟𝐭 ‘𝐧 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭

Daddy

─── Nurse!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐀 + 𝐅 + 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Bucky always knew, somehow, just what you needed and how you needed it ― and he never failed to deliver, even after a surprise slip-up of your tongue.

🔥 𝐀𝐧 𝐎𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐎𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫

In My Lap

─── Bodyguard!Bucky x F!Reader x Bodyguard!Winter Soldier ── 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

A dynamic switch on a night of relaxation gives you an opportunity to reap the rewards of being between your wolves, and with the two of them fighting over control, you knew you were in for a wild ride.

🔥 𝐀 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞

Bent Over

─── Farmer!Husband!Bucky x Wife!F!Reader ── 𝐅 + 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Slow mornings were the best on your farm ― the sounds and smells and sights of the early hours painted a picture for how the day to come would no doubt pan out. It also helped having an insatiable husband, you supposed.

🔥 𝐀 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐚𝐭 𝐏𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫

Kneeling

─── Incubus!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 + 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

It wasn’t a spell you were under, no ― you were under so much deeper than that, and Bucky was the only one that knew how to help you. After all, he promised he would.

🔥 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭

In My Lap

─── Nurse!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 + 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Bucky being a nurse meant that he knew of many ailments, as well as how to treat or cure them. It was just your luck that he knew exactly how to take care of you, in every way you needed him to.

🔥 𝐏𝐮𝐫𝐫 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐌𝐞

Car Sex

─── Drifter!Bucky x Drifter!F!Reader ── 𝐅 + 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

A deal had been struck, and since you had claimed victory that day, you were more than eager to collect the reward of such a win.

🔥 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲, 𝐒𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐒𝐢𝐧

Car Sex

─── Mechanic!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 + 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Bucky’s touch was like a sniper taking their shot, methodical in practised ease and hitting his target every single time ― it left you breathless, and just as sweet in the aftermath.

🔥 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐟

Car Sex

─── Street Racer!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 + 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Stress relief came in many forms, and for Bucky? You knew just how to maximise the relief and get his mind entirely off the troubles of his racing career, you just needed to carry out your plan ― subtly, of course.

🔥 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐃𝐞𝐧

"When I first met you..."

─── Bodyguard!Bucky x F!Reader x Bodyguard!Winter Soldier ── 𝐏 + 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Reminiscing on the days of your first meeting with your wolves wasn’t how you planned to spend your evening ― how intimidating or scary it had been, until you saw a glimpse of what lay beneath. It made a warmth bloom in your chest at how time had developed your connection to them, a connection you hoped would never be severed.

🔥 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧'𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐝𝐞

"When I first met you..."

─── Mafia!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

The day that James Barnes walked through the door to be your patron for the evening, was the day your life changed for good. There was no way that you would go back ― not after finding the man you wanted to spend the rest of your life with.

🔥 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐁𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

"When I first met you..."

─── Tattoo Artist!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Shopping in your favourite art store with Bucky brings back the memory of your first encounter, and after so much time has passed, it was with fondness that you looked back on just how starstruck you were in his presence.

🔥 𝐆𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞

Spread Open

─── Firemen!Stucky x F!Reader ── 𝐏 + 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

The heat and tension was undeniable, and you felt it the moment you got the simple text from them. What awaited you, however, was something much more than a simple night of games.

🔥 𝐓𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐞 ‘𝐧 𝐓𝐚𝐢𝐥

Spread Open + Tied Down

─── Incubus!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Bucky’s magic was something that you’d only experienced on a few occasions. Though, his plans this time would leave you begging for it again, and again, and again.

🔥 𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧'𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝

"How do you want me?"

─── Pirate!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 + 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

It was a punishable act to not follow the Captain’s orders, just as much as it was to cross him when his fuse was already so short. Luckily for you, you had the one thing that would calm the brusque fury into a simmering wave. 

🔥 𝐀𝐧 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥'𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

"Who's this?"

─── Biker!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 + 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Being the Angel on Bucky’s shoulder meant you were the voice of calm, of reason ― it did not mean the most sinful chants would fall from your lips and render both of you speechless. Until the day that it did.

🔥 𝐀 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞, 𝐓𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐟

My Pet

─── Bodyguard!Bucky x F!Reader x Bodyguard!Winter Soldier ── 𝐏 + 𝐅 + 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

To play games with wolves, one had to be cunning and willing to risk everything for the thrill. Gambling on a sense of safety was a foolish thing to do, but it didn’t stop you from trying ― for when you lost a bet, they would collect, no matter what.

🔥 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠

"Who's this?"

─── Mechanic!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Barnes Classics Restoration was a hive of activity ― something was always going on within the walls of that garage, and you counted yourself lucky to be amongst it all.

🔥 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐤

"How did you meet?"

─── Bodyguard!Bucky x F!Reader x Bodyguard!Winter Soldier ── 𝐏 + 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Parading richness and wealth was the name of the game. But when Bucky spies an old friend in the crowd, things take a turn that you least expected.

🔥 𝐀 𝐅𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐦𝐚𝐧

"How did you meet?"

─── Farmer!Husband!Bucky x Wife!F!Reader ── 𝐅 + 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

To foster and encourage growth, you had to first begin with a seed ― a start of a new life, the beginnings of a story. It was similar to how you met your husband if only a little unorthodox, but who were you to question a newfound tradition?

🔥 𝐀 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐤

"How did you meet?"

─── Lumberjack!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Luck and fate often went hand in hand ― it was no different on that very first day that you met Bucky. The moment he walked into your haven was the moment that everything changed. You gained a best friend, and something much, much more.

🔥 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

Somnophilia

─── Firemen!Stucky x F!Reader ── 𝐏 + 𝐅 + 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

The urge, while powerful and all-consuming most of the time, never burned this hot. It was always temperable, until it wasn’t ― and there was one way to make it better, it was just a good thing that a certain someone was just as much of a trouble maker as you were.

🔥 𝐑𝐮𝐧, 𝐊𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐤, 𝐑𝐮𝐧

Spanking

─── Mafia!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 + 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

To run from the devil was a dangerous game, but to run from the lone wolf was a whole ‘nother feat ― and you were game enough to anger the both of them.

🔥 𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭

Somnophilia

─── Mechanic!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 + 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

There was an unspoken habit of yours that you seemed to continuously exploit at Bucky’s expense ― at least this time, it ended in something that would have you squeezing your thighs together at the very memory.

🔥 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧

Massage

─── Biker!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Few dared to cross such a dangerous man ― not when they would end up on the wrong end of the barrel of Bucky’s gun, but not you. You were the one that toed the line, broke it, and it was just what he needed.

🔥 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧

Bath

─── Bodyguard!Bucky x F!Reader x Bodyguard!Winter Soldier ── 𝐏 + 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Coming down from a high was oftentimes the best moment you would ever share with your wolves, because they knew just how to take care of and pamper their girl.

🔥 𝐀 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

Massage

─── Lumberjack!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Intuition was something that every woman grew to trust, and when it told you that something was wrong with your loveable, charitable idiot, you knew that it was right. You just had to take matters into your own hands and slow the mountain of a man down ― bring him back to earth in the best way you knew how.

🔥 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲

Bath

─── Artist!Bucky x Mafia!F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

There were times when the Queen had to rest her crown, the weight of it too heavy to bear, and your artist knew just how to mend and heal the fibres and sinew of your soul, refreshing your canvas to better tackle another day.

🔥 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬

Massage

─── Nurse!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐀 + 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Bucky’s hands were a marvel. They worked tirelessly to care for those in need and you had seen and experienced it firsthand, for which you were always grateful for ― it was just this once that you needed them, as badly as you needed the air in your lungs.

🔥 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐝

Red

─── Personal Trainer!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Bucky had constructed a fairly easy regime and routine for you to follow, and one day, you decided to challenge what he had set. 

🔥 𝐒𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬, 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬

Yellow

─── Pornstar!Bucky x Innocent!F!Reader ── 𝐀 + 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

It was a curse, being so new to things Bucky could and would show you, but when it got the better of you, he was there to hold you above the waves ― where you were safe.

🔥 𝐇𝐞𝐞𝐥

"Who's my ___?"

─── Bodyguard!Bucky x F!Reader x Bodyguard!Winter Soldier ── 𝐏 + 𝐅 + 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Bringing the wolves to heel was not an easy task. It was a blessing, however, where one went, the other followed.

🔥 𝐅𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬

Beefcake

─── Firemen!Stucky x F!Reader ── 𝐏 + 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

There was an unconventional way that both Steve and Bucky passed the time, and you were about to find out just how mischievous the pair could be. 

🔥 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠

Booktok

─── Modern!Bucky x Writer!F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Bucky had always been willing to help you with your dreams, and it just so happened that you need to experience something first hand in order to write it effectively ― it was just a shock at how far Bucky was willing to take it.

#bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x f!reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x reader x steve rogers #bucky barnes x reader x winter soldier #bucky x female reader #bucky x f!reader #bucky x reader #bucky x reader x steve #stucky x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes oneshot #bucky barnes series #hotbuckysummer2023 #rookthorne's works #event masterlist

[mok-a-chino]

Why would you like a normal movie/tv show, when you can be emotionally damaged by two crazy homosexuals who tried to kill each other and/or dreamt about killing each other multiple times?

#hannibal nbc #hannibal series #hannigram #supernatural #spn #destiel #merlinbbc #merthur #bbc sherlock #johnlock #Sherlock #house md #hilson #interview with the vampire #loustat #stucky #sterek #killing eve

[daddysfangirls-marvel]

Polyamorous: 8th Anniversary

*Bonus*

Pairing: Steve Rogers x fem! reader x Bucky Barnes / Stucky x fem! Reader

Warning: language, Fluff, nudity, and smut ( Pegging, dildo)

Polyamorous Material list

"I've never done this before," (Y/n) said nervously " Do you think this is okay?" 

It was their marriage anniversary, eight years. They had the house to themselves. Rose was spending the night with Wanda (actually, she was spending the night with Peter, but her dads didn't need to know that), and Ian was spending the night at Stark's having a good night with Morgan. They had to whole house to themselves to do as they pleased. And they did. 

Getting up for a late breakfast, they made it together. Eating brunch in the garden together. The rest of the afternoon was spent in Steve's art studio, where Steve had the pleasure of painting his husband and wife in the nude, nothing he could hang around the house with kids, obviously, but still beautiful. And that was followed by dinner at a high-class restaurant, an excuse to dress fancy and sexy, the dessert at their favorite family diner. 

Now they were back at home, fancy clothes tossed away as they prepared for their pleasures. Steve was in the bedroom waiting while Bucky and (y/n) were in the bathroom getting ready. 

"We don't have to do this if you don't want," Bucky said as he was kneeling in front of her.

"I'm just worried I won't do it right," (Y/N) confessed. Bucky smiled and kissed her thighs. She gasped as he put one end of the toy inside of her and made sure it was a snug fit.

"Don't worry, I'll teach you" Standing up, Bucky Kissed her, calming her nerves " Now let's go show him our surprise." 

-

Steve was sitting on the edge of the bed in his boxers, fidgeting with his fingers as he waited patiently for his wife and husband, who had disappeared into the bathroom not long ago. Apparently, they had a surprise for him. 

"hi," Bucky said, cracking open the bathroom door and sticking his head out. 

"Hi," Steve chuckled. 

"so," Bucky stepped out but kept the bathroom door slightly closed, " I remember some time ago we were talking, and you said you wanted to try something new" 

Steve looked at him, confused, but he quickly got answers as he opened the door further to reveal (Y/n) standing there in nothing but a Blue pegging dildo. It was like the breath had been stolen from him. 

"What do you think?" (Y/n) asked as she stroked the dildo. She did a little spin showing him her nakedness, that there was no harness, and that the other end was inside her. Steve didn't say anything, not trusting himself to speak he nodded his head as he looked her up and down. She giggled at his loss for words. 

"Sorry, I may have told her about your dream," Bucky said as he watched her walk up to him.

Steve held his breath as she stood in between his legs. She places his hands on her hips, kisses his forehead, and tilts his head to look at her. "Why didn't you tell me? I could have given this to you much sooner"

"Sorry, I just-" he stops mid-sentence looking down at (Y/n) dildo and" Bucky"

"yes-"

"no, this is Bucky. I'd recognize your dick, and this is exactly your dick," Steve said, pulling at her Dildo (Y/n) whined at the sensation, placing her hands on his shoulders. Bucky comes up behind (Y/n), kissing the back of her neck. 

"I made is specially made."

"You let someone else touch your dick?!"

"No, God no," Bucky shouted (Y/n) quickly came to his defense. 

"We took a class on how to make molds, and then we came home and... made our own mold ... of his penis." 

"This," Bucky said as he reached forward in front of (y/n), stroking the dildo, "is one of many. We'll have another night to play with the rest of those. Right now, we're done talking. Time for fun." 

-

Leaning down, Bucky kissed Steve. He moaned as he kissed him, slipping his tongue into his mouth. Tugging on his hair, Bucky pulled Steve back, biting his lip as he went. Pulling him back, he brought him closer to (Y/n) dildo. They watched as he slowly took it between his lips and down his throat. 

While the dildo felt like Bucky in his mouth, it lacked a few things. It didn't have the same warmth as Bucky, nor did it twitch when he licked the underneath or spill cum into his mouth when he swallowed. But it was okay because the weight in his mouth was still the same, and it still hit the back of his throat in a good way, and Bucky still moaned all the same. 

"Fuck, doesn't he look beautiful" Bucky whispered, and she whimpered as she slowly thrust her hips forward. Bucky reached forward, grabbing at her breast and pulling at her nipples, and kissing along her neck and jaw.

Bucky chuckled as he watched Steve Deepthroat her while stroking himself. Taking a seat next to Steve, he took his cock into his hand and began to kiss along his neck. 

(Y/n) thread her fingers through Steve's hair as she slowly thrust into his mouth, careful of making him gag or bruise his throat. 

Fair to kind in Bucky's option, but this was her first time he wasn't going to instruct her beyond the minimal. If tonight went well, he'd be teaching her how to properly fuck sooner rather than later.

Suddenly Steve puts a hand on her hip, pushing her away, the other hand pushing Bucky away. She pulled back quickly. 

"What's wrong? Does it hurt?" she quickly kneeled in front of him and began to check his throat. 

"I'm fine, I'm fine," Steve said, reassuring her, kissing her  " You're amazing. Too amazing. You guys are going to make me cum"

"I thought that was the point," Bucky said as he began Kissing along his neck again he leaned his head back to give him more access. 

"And I thought you wanted to peg me"

"Yes, please," (Y/n) said as she pulled him into a kiss

"You don't have to say please," he chuckled against her lips " Now, do you want me to ride you, or do you want to fuck me? I could go for either or. "

" I... I don't know," she whispered hesitantly, Steve pulled away. He cups her face looking for any doubt or fear. 

"Hey, we can stop"

"no," she said quickly, " I just don't know what to do. I-"

" I think she's confused about how she is to fuck you, Steve," Bucky said "And I don't blame her, You are very intimidating and big. " Bucky kisses his shoulder, trying to calm him down. Turning Steve's head, he kisses him gently, opening his mouth for his tongue. Steve moans against him. 

Bucky slowly pushed Steve down as he kissed him. As Steve lay down, Bucky trailed kisses down his chest and to his waistline, and he slowly removed his boxers all the way. Flinging them across the room, he crawled back up and kissed Steve. Steve sat up on his elbows has he watched Bucky step away from him. 

Standing up, Bucky turned to (Y/n) as she had stepped away to watch them. Pulling her closer and kissing her, he whispered against her lips, "You still want to fuck him?" she nodded against his lips "Use your words"

"I...I want to make love to him " 

He smiled against her lips and kissed her as he pulled her closer to the bed and Steve. He helped her into the bed and in between Steve's legs. 

"how about you show her," Bucky said 

Steve lifted his legs, holding the back of his thighs as he presented himself. (Y/n) held her breath as she saw what he wanted to show her. Nuzzled between his cheeks was a blue jewel. It seemed that (y/n) wasn't the only one Bucky helped prep for tonight. She gently pushed on it, making Steve held his breath. 

"I was wondering where this went," she said as she tugged on it. He moaned slightly. 

"go ahead, pull it out," Bucky encouraged her.

And she does, slowly pulling it out, she and Bucky watch and listen as Steve arches his back and moans out. His cock twitch and starts to leak precum. He reaches for (Y/n), but Bucky stops him grabbing (y/n) and taking his hand instead, putting it back on the back of his thigh and spreading his legs wider. 

"Fuck" Steve cursed as she finally pulled it all the way out. 

Taking it from her, Bucky tosses it across the room to be found later. 

"You ready?" He asked Steve 

"what do you think," he said sarcastically 

"What about you?" he asked (Y/n) she nodded "No, need to hear you say it" 

"yes...I'm ready"

Bucky helps the two get closer together and get into position between his legs. He helped her line her up with Steve's back entrance. Holding her hips, he helped push her forward inside of him Steve gasped and whimpered. (Y/n) watched as his mouth opened up in pleasure, and he let out a whimper. As she fully sheath inside of him, she leaned over him, her hands on his chest. 

" Are you okay?" ( y/n) asked, trying to give him the same treatment they always gave her. 

Reaching forward, Steve pulled her down into a kiss. They both moaned as she pushed in deeper. "You said you'd make love to me"

 "I don't..."

Leaning over the both of them and pushing them chest to chest Bucky kissed Steve before turning to (Y/n). " I said I would teach you" 

Gripping her hips again, Bucky pulled her hips back, leaving on the tip and then pushing her forward inside. Back and forth she went with Bucky leading her hips at a steady pace Steve moaned as he felt her faux cock fucked him slow and good, stroking him deep. Making Love to him just as she said.

"Ah, look at you touching me good." he moaned out breathlessly with one hand as he pulled her closer "M-making love ...all by yourself ".

It was then that (Y/n) noticed that she was indeed doing it all by herself. She hadn't realized when Bucky let her go, but he was now sitting against the headboard boxers long gone, not stroking his cock and watching them. He was already leaking cum  just from watching them. He could not resist such a sight. 

"(y/n)," Steve said before he quickly flipped them over with him on top. She moaned out at the sudden movement and feeling. And she continues to moan out as he grinds down on her she tries to grab onto his hips ( as they usually do with her), but he pins her hands to the bed. 

Bucky watches as Steve bounces and grinds on the toy while pinning (Y/n) down. She moaned out and arched her up into him, the toy pressing down onto her clit. He watches as Steve's pre-cum leaks onto her stomach.

"Fuck"  Steve cursed as he began to slow down, his legs shaking and his cock twitching. (Y/n) saw this and started thrusting up into him, trying to help him reach his end. Was this what Bucky saw? Was this how he felt? It felt so good, and he looked so fucking gorgeous she just wanted to fuck him harder, faster. She wanted to watch him cum like this she wanted to watch him paint her stomach with his cum just as he had done for Bucky many times. She wanted that, she wanted that so bad, she wanted to feel that.

"cum" (y/n) moaned "Cum, fuck, please cum, please cum." 

Slipping her hands out of his grasp, she grabbed onto his hips, holding on as she thrust up into him. He moaned as he began to fist his cock, his other hand pulling at the sheets. Seeing what he was doing, she pushed his hand away and began to fist his cock herself. And That was all he needed. 

"Yes," (Y/n) praised as Steve began to cum on her stomach. "Oh, oh fuck yes" She continued to stroke him until he was empty and whimpering from the overstimulation. 

He then pulled himself off of her and rolled over to the side. 

"That...that was amazing," Steve said breathlessly. Turning to look at (Y/n), he found her licking his cum from her hand, and Bucky was licking cum off her stomach. " Fuck,"  And now he was hard again. 

-

"Why didn't You tell me?"  (Y/n) asked as she lay on his chest, tracing patterns on his skin. 

"I don't know, I just ..." Steve sighed " I didn't know how or when to bring it up. Wasn't avoiding it just didn't know how to talk about it. I really don't know, and I'm sorry"

Steve truly didn't know why he kept quiet, he just did. He could give some excuses, and maybe he could find some truth in them, but he could not confidently say why. Maybe this was a conversation with his therapist. No, he piled enough on her without adding his sex life to the mix. ( (Y/n) would bring it up in marriage counseling later on) 

"Sorry? Don't be sorry"

"If anyone is sorry, I am," Bucky mumbled he was on the other side of Steve, lying on his shoulder, slowly dozing off. " I told her your secret instead of waiting for you to tell her, and I'm sorry." 

Bucky knew it probably should have kept his mouth shut, but he wanted to Steve to experience something new and feel good. At their age and with everything they've been through, it was hard to experience new things. 

"I would have never experienced it if you didn't say anything. We would have never had this amazing night. So thank you"  Steve kissed his forehead. (Y/n) leaned over and kissed Bucky as well.  "Thank both of you"

"Don't thank me . Just doing what I love," (Y/n) said as she kissed him "You"

She and Bucky dissolved into fits of giggles. Steve groaned but did not pull away from their embrace. 

They loved him. 

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