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neonovember · 1 year

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steve rogers as a husband headcanon!

things about husband!steve that just makes sense

steve isn’t big on pda, thinks affection should be something private, he’s old school like that, there are some exceptions however, some very fun ones

even though he might be abit of an aversion to pda, steve will make sure that you know he’s just there

whether it be holding your hand, or his palm guiding you through a big crowd, he always feels a need to keep you at arms length.

steve is extremely protective of you..like bordering on possessiveness. he’ll even go as far are ignoring his own morals to make it sure, that people know his yours. It’s just that you’re the one thing that ever really grounds him back to earth, in moments where he gets lost in time and memories from before

“Hey I’m just saying, if you ever get bored of popsicle here, the iron suit is ready for you” Tony smirks, his legs perched against the coffee table. The Avengers are scattered around the tower's living room, half drunk and the other half trying to. You feel Steve’s grip on your waist tighten, and from the corner of your eye, you notice his orbs turning a ink-black. He leans across to Tony, whispering into his ear, the words falling out of his mouth like wine and into Tony. Tony’s eyes bludge comically, his throat bops as he swallows, nodding along to whatever Steve was saying, looking at you. Steve smiles, into his ear, it’s eerie, the way his canines glint under the high ceiling lights. You wish to the gods that you were given Bucky’s hearing but without a second, as if you had dreamt it in front of you, Steve is back beside you, only this time you feel his fingers slip between your thighs.

for some reason, I don’t get the whole “Steve being a horrible cook” trope, I genuinely think he’s an amazing cook and BAKER! that man can bake a mean batch of cookies

steve loves loves loves, calling you mrs rogers, or his wife. the first time he said it was well before you both uttered your vows, he just knew. oh and if you call him your husband? poor man will probably be hard for the rest of the day

steve has a breeding kink. we all know this, it’s practically attached to his file along with super soldier. but what most people don’t know is that he fucking lovess when you’re pregnant, it’s like senses go on overdrive until all he breathes, thinks and eats ;) is you.

steve has this fear of abandonment, mostly because he was, by his own country for a century. It seeps into his relationships, you’ll see if when he comes home from long missions and it’s as if he’s walking on eggs shells. His shoulders are tense and his holding his breath as if he’s just waiting to find the house bare and empty and your belongings gone. He gets really sensitive then, all murmurs and soft kisses and just holding you to remind himself you’re here.

there will absolutely be a time where steve fucks over the kitchen sink. the dirty dishes left abandoned (should I write this?)

steve can get a little anxious, and so his wedding band is something he’ll ALWAYS play with, he’ll twist its around his finger as a kind of reminder.

you love to tease him by bringing him lunch at the compound, wearing one of those sun dresses he adores because it gets him so. fucking. hard. He wont ever tell you though, just have to deal with it until he can get home, and by then you already panty less and on your knees waiting for him.

steve will probably force you to train with him, even if you can kick ass, he’ll pull a fitzgerald and force those trainers on you. poor boy is just scared that something will happen to you when his not there, plus, seeing you fight kinda turns him on. (just like anything else you do really)

Steve’s really bad at technology, we all know this, but he absolutely will try to learn how to use a phone so he can send you texts and updates throughout the day. he’ll take random pics of tony and sam when their not looking, take some Facebook mom ass selfies, take pictures of things he wants to draw and ask you if they’d look nice, he’s mind just constantly finds it’s way to you

cockwarming with husband!steve. that’s it

you help steve open up to the new things in this century, take him out to help him ease himself into the real world. people forget he never really got that chance, he died in one war only to be pushed into another.

it’s through you that steve learns that he’s obsessed with avocado. on toast, in milkshakes, everything, he’d literally a millennial

when things get too much, you’ll draw a bath and the both of you will just sit in the steaming water filled with some bubbles, candles illuminating the room instead of lights, and the ceiling to floor windows open. skin to skin helps steve calm his nerves, and it’s not abnormal for you both to stay in that position for hours

steve still gets shy around you, no matter how many years he’s been with you, he’s still that boy from brooklyn with a heart too big for him

steve has absolutely zero self control when it comes to you, say something nice about a necklace you see passing by? It’s on your neck the next day. Hears the sound of a slight rumble in your stomach? Steve’s whipping out his apron and making you eat something

steve is the type of man to never let you go to bed angry, even if you’ve both had a fight and he ends up on the coach it won’t be too long before you both find yourselves in the middle of the hallway missing each others touch

“babygirl, honey, my wife, doll, gorgeous”

you take priority over a lot of things in Steve’s mind, he’s never ever late to dinner, he’d rather lose his leg than disappoint you

sundays are for sex and sleeping

steve fucked you one time really hard over a drawer or ottoman and BROKE IT. now he’ll spend saturdays carpenting reinforced drawers, counters and bed frames ;)

makeup sex, and face and thigh riding <3

steve always feels as if he’s leaving a part of himself at home or with you whenever he leaves, he’s constantly watching the clock and bouncing that leg of his to get back to you.

steve would probably let bucky watch him fuck you..maybe.

even though I believe steve would be really possessive I also think he could easily be very private about his relationship with you. like that scene in aou where we meet Clint’s family? fury will probably drive up to some big cabin house with the avengers in the back and they’d be confused af when they open the door to find steve and you cooking in the kitchen with your kids running around the place.

“How much longer Fury, my backs starting to ache with this stiff as seat and Bucky’s feet in my face” groans Sam, leaning away from Bucky’s towering figure. “It should be around the corner” motions Fury, and just as promised the avengers pull into an expansive cabin house, elegant with is softened wood and timber gate ribboning around the land that seemed to stretch endlessly. When Fury had told them that he needed to grab something, they didn’t think it would end up with corny 70’s tunes cranking out throughout the car, one and a half hours from the city.

“This looks…lived in” Nat remarks, her fingers brushing against her holister, ears perked for any signs of human activity.

“Yeah, Fury, are you having us raid some lumberjacks generational home” Tony barks, stretching out his arms

“Just shut up and follow me” Fury sighs, before stepping through the gate and following the stone path. Wiping his boots across the mat, his reaches for the door, opening into the hallway of the strange home.

“Wipe your shoes, she hates when you trek mud in” Fury calls before walking in as if he owned the place

“She?” Thor whispers, what they all but Bucky thought. They followed unspeaking down the hallway leading to an open floor, the scene infront of them had their mouths hanging.

There Steve, their stone faces leader, fucking sautéing onions on large brimstone stove, laughter falling from his lips as you whispered into his neck. You were a sight to see, a dress falling onto your body like silk, cascading againts your curves, your hair was in an updo, curls draining your face and a bright smiling lighting up your eyes.

You were absolutely gorgeous, and to see Steve react to your affection in such a way told them you were more than just an old friend

“Bucky!” You smiles, reaching for the dark haired man, squeezing him in a tight hug.

“Hey sweet girl” Bucky smiles, gripping you.

Sam looked towards Bucky in disbelief, eyes shooting bullets at Steve in mock betrayal

“Really? You’re going to tell the ex murderer about your little secret life but not your saviour?” Sam mutters, before steve laughs gripping his chest.

“Sam meet my wife, doll now you know why I don’t let them near you” Steve whispers into your ear, making you giggle.

Sam reaches for your hand but you ignore it, going for a hug. “Oomf, hello to you too” Sam laughs hugging you back

“Hey Fury” You smile, waving a hand towards the man who nods in return.

“You all must be Natasha, Thor, Clint and Tony?, it’s so great to finally meet you” You speak, dimples pressed into your cheek

Clint seems to be the only one who snaps out of the rest of the avengers stupor, “I see you’ve pulled a Barton” He jokes, hugging you.

Once the rest of them finally greet you, along with some condescending remarks from Tony about “how the hell did you land her?!” The avengers sit around the table, drinking beer and eating good food and getting used to seeing Steve with his wife on his lap.

that’s all I have for steve at the moment, I’ll probably add way more later but I haven’t been uploading in ages and thought this would a quick little head canon for our spark spangled soldier!

p.s! requests are always open ;)

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steevbuckk · 5 months

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FAVORITE STUCKY FICS | 59/100

I Held You in Gloved Hands (And I’m Not Letting Go) by @voylitscope

[Christmas fic, 48 785 words, Explicit]

Summary:

Bucky Barnes jumps at the chance to take a job opportunity hours from home. He's expecting a fresh start and a decent salary jump. He's not expecting to run into his childhood best friend, Steve Rogers, on his first day. The years since they last talked have been hard ones for both of them, but falling back into their friendship is shockingly easy. Despite their time apart, December in this small town might bring them closer than ever.

(Or, a holiday romcom in which Bucky reads to children, Steve teaches art, new friendships are made, difficult conversations are had, cookies are baked, way too much coffee is consumed, home is found in surprising places and, eventually, feelings are confessed.)

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heyitsme1040 · 5 months

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Sassy Soup [stucky]

summary : Steve and Bucky come home while you’re making soup. While the boys are causing chaos, you try to remind them that you’re cooking. It doesn’t work out, and now Steve is picking up dinner for the three of you. But that’s fine, you can always make soup tomorrow.

pairings : Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes x Reader

warnings : None (if I missed anything let me know!)

word count : 550

AO3 (x)

a/n : Day twenty-seven of Comfortember is here! The prompt was ‘soup’.

“It’s way too cold,” Bucky’s voice came from the entryway.

“I told you to put on more than just a shirt and your leather jacket,” Steve replied.

You shook your head, chuckling at their antics. You heard some loud thumps from the hallway. Before you could ask what was happening, Bucky was briskly moving through the kitchen with Steve hot on his heels. Bucky stood behind you with his arms around your waist, gently guiding the two of you so he stood in the corner with you securely against his front. Steve stood directly in front of you, playfully glaring at the brunette behind you.

“Careful of the lady, punk,” Bucky’s voice taunted.

You slightly raised your hand, about to interject between their dispute, “Um, I need to–”

Steve scoffed in response to Bucky’s taunt, “Really? ‘Careful of the lady’ when you’re the jerk that pulled her into this.”

“I really should–” you pointed to the pot on the stove.

“I can’t help that she’s so irresistible. I couldn’t stand not being around her any longer,” Bucky tried to sweet talk.

“The stove–” you spoke up, looking at the pot you heard boiling.

“So you just wanted to hug her, then? This has nothing to do with–” Steve cut himself off, startled.

The pot on the stove had boiled over. Bucky pulled you to stand behind him, standing in a way to shield you while still being alert. You pouted, upset the soup you had been making for dinner was no longer going how you’d hoped. You stepped around Bucky, past Steve, and turned off the burner. With your hands protected by oven mitts, you moved the pot off of the still-hot burner. No longer on the heat, the soup quickly stopped boiling. You looked at the separated soup, disappointed it wasn’t salvageable.

“There goes dinner,” you murmur, stirring the pot one last time. When the burned chicken that was stuck to the bottom reached the surface of the separated cream base, your shoulders sagged further.

“I’m sorry doll,” Bucky spoke up, turning you to face him. He bent his knees to level his eyes with yours, “I didn’t mean to ruin dinner.”

“Yeah,” Steve kissed your temple while placing his arm across your shoulders, “We were just joking around. And it went too far. We’re sorry.”

Bucky nodded, keeping his gaze on your face.

“I know,” you tell them, “and it’s okay. I was just looking forward to trying a new recipe. I can always try again,” you smiled slightly.

“Tomorrow,” Steve suggested. “Buck and I will go with you to the store and get everything for the soup.”

“And we’ll help with whatever you need to make it,” Bucky chimed in. “That way it won’t take as long.”

“Thanks you two,” you kissed each of them on the cheek in turn.

Steve picked you up and carried you to the living room. Bucky sat on the couch before Steve set you on the cushion. Bucky guided you to lay down with your head in his lap, running his fingers through your hair.

“I’ll be right back,” Steve said as he walked back toward the entryway. “I’m gonna go pick us up some of that Thai food up the road.”

“That sounds great,” you call out to him.

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buckybarnesisdaddy · 3 months

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The Reunion

Summary- You are reunited with some old friends and introduced to some new ones.

Pairings- Bucky Barnes x Reader

Raining- Mature due to some violence

Warnings- fighting, guns, explosions.

A/N- Starting off pretty tame! This is a small chapter to get everyone’s feet wet with this style of writing. It is written like a script but is pretty self explanatory. Let me know what you think and if you want to be in the tag list!

Masterlist

*You just finished all your work for the day and you were closing up your classroom. All day you've had this feeling that someone was watching you and all you want to do is get home safely. As you exit the school you hear a familiar voice from behind you.*

Bucky- out of all the places I thought you'd end up, this always surprised me the least. *He smirks at you from where he leans against the wall.*

Y/N- You shouldn't be here *You call over your shoulder, continuing to walk to your car.*

Bucky- We need to talk. *He says, following behind you. You let out a sad laugh and turn to face him, stopping him in his tracks.*

Y/N- We have nothing to talk about Buck. *you turn on your heels and walk away*

Bucky- They're back! *He exclaims. You stop dead in your tracks before You turn to face Bucky. Looking at him almost daring him to say the name.*

Bucky- Hydra is back and they are looking for you. You were their most valuable asset they aren't about to just let you go. I came to warn you that if you want to stay out of this, then you need to run.

Y/N- I'm not running. I finally have a life Bucky and I’ve made a family with these people- I can't run, not anymore. *You explain. Bucky walks closer, his gaze pulling you in. His eyes are still as beautiful as ever.*

Bucky- Then get ready to fight because they're coming. *He assures you. You let out another sad laugh and let your bags drop to the ground. Exhausted that this fight will never end.*

Y/N- Why would they want me? Honestly, I don't think I know how to fight anymore. *Thats not entirely true, but if you say it enough maybe you can convince yourself.*

Bucky- They know who you are y/n-

Y/N- Was.. *You cut him off* who I was. She is no longer apart of me and I- *You look off into the woods and then back at him* I don’t want to pretend to be her anymore.

Bucky- she will always be apart of you Y/N- *He starts to explain but you cut him off again*

Y/N- Yeah just like the Winter Soldier will always be apart of you. *You stare at him, knowing that was a low blow but wanting to get your point across. He nods and looks at his feet, kicking around some gravel. He meets your gaze once more.*

Bucky- yeah and that's something I have to deal with everyday. But knowing they gave me the very abilities we need to stop them? You bet your perfect ass I'm gonna make sure He is still apart of me. *Bucky explains. You shake your head and look off again.*

Y/N- Well, I've dealt with my past, did the steps, celebrate recovery and what not, and I want nothing to do with this. I'm finally free and I am done fighting someone else's war. *You start to gather up your bags from the ground when he stops you. Taking your hands in his and begging you to listen.*

Bucky- This is your war Y/N. If you wanna run and you won't fight then get ready to say goodbye to the life you've made here because you know better than anyone what Hydra will do to get what they want. *You can feel the tears brimming in your eyes, your heart breaks as you softly reply.*

Y/N- yeah... I do. *You look at Bucky and your eyes meet. You can see he is worried but not for himself, for you. All of the troubles you were facing seemed to disappear when you looked into his eyes. Bucky seems to feel the same way, forgetting why he was here in the first place, leaning in close and whispering.*

Bucky- Do you ever regret that day? *You feel the tears start to well up.*

Y/N- Bucky.. *you put your hand on his cheek* I will regret that day till my dying breath. Bucky starts to lean in closer when the sound of gunfire breaks the silence. The next thing you know you are flying backwards through the air.

*You get up and look around, fire and smoke surround you and the school is reduced to rubble. Your ears are ringing and you can't hear a thing over it. Slightly disoriented, You start to look around for Bucky but you can't find him through the wreckage. Your ribs hurt and you’re pretty sure you broke one or two. You can finally hear someone shouting your name.

-Y/N *You try to find where the voice is coming from when suddenly someone grabs your arm. You turn ready to punch and see it is Bucky.

Y/N- Don't scare me like that! There are people trying to kill us and you think it's a good idea to sneak up on me *you say as you are hitting his good arm*

Bucky- shhhh get down *Bucky doesn’t even respond to your swats, this reaction was old hat for him. You both crouch behind what was once your car and try to get a good look at what's going on.*

Y/N- What just happened *You whisper, still trying to figure out what just happened.*

Bucky- That big SUV came around the corner and tried to light us up. *Bucky informs you, you roll your eyes and motion around you.*

Y- Well I think they somewhat succeeded at that. *Bucky laughs*

Bucky- Yeah *He looks you over* you good? *You nod and take a breath*

Y- I'll be fine but we are sitting ducks here. We need to find a way out. *You look around trying to see if you are surrounded or not. Bucky peaks over the hood and sees the Hydra symbol on the SUV that fired at you both. While he is looking 4 Hydra agents jump out of the SUV and start to make their way toward you and Bucky. Bucky crouches back down next to you and sarcastically says.*

Bucky- y/n you will never believe who it is. *You roll your eyes and smile, you really have missed his banter and the sound of his voice if you were honest. You bust out what was left of the back window of your car and grab the weapons you store there.*

Y/N- So Buck.. *You hand him his choice of gun.* We gonna do this like old times. *you say as you are getting your weapon ready. Bucky looks at you and smiles.*

Bucky- I thought you'd never ask. *You give him a playful jab in his side and he leans in and kisses your forehead, just like old times. He pulls back and nods.*

Y/N- let's go *You both tuck and roll around opposite ends of the car and Get to work.

*You end up in Hand to Hand combat with a Hydra agent and you do what Black Widows do best. When you've taken care of the last Hydra agent you hear Bucky yell at you*

Bucky- "Don't know how to fight anymore" my ass!! *You roll your eyes and laugh. Out of nowhere a jet lands on the other side of the parking lot. You get ready for another fight when Bucky runs over* it's okay, they're with me. Once the jet lands the doors open and out steps Steve, Sam, Thor, Wanda, and Peter. Steve steps off the jet and runs over to you and Bucky.*

Steve- Hey are you both okay? *He looks you both up and down.*

Bucky- Yeah we're good. *Bucky smiles and looks at you*

Steve- We need to get out of here. I'm sure more Hydra agents are on the way. *You agree and give one last look around, the destroyed school, you wrecked car, this life you had created destroyed in minutes. Bucky calls your name and you turn to look at him, your heart flutters and you smile as you follow after him. You make you way to the jet as Steve and Bucky are walking ahead of you. Bucky offers you his hand to help you climb up and a memory that you wished you could forget flashes in your mind. Standing there still and ghost white, You realize Bucky is starting to get concerned.*

Y/N- oh sorry * you take his hand* thanks. *When the door closes you can feel the jet take off and your stomach starts doing flips. Bucky and Steve notice. Steve moves closer and whispers.*

Steve- Hey are you alright? *He eyes you again, everyone watches your interactions so you just smile.*

Y/N- Yeah, I just haven't been on a plane in awhile. Didn't have the greatest experience with the last one I was on. *Realization washes over Bucky and knows exactly what you are talking about. Then it dawns on him as to why you hesitated to get on the jet with him. Steve clears his throat and everyone else starts to look away, knowing that neither one of you will explain what happened so Bucky quickly moves on.*

Bucky- uhmm, Hey everyone this is Y/N. We umm- we used to work together. *He says and looks at you. You have to hide your smile at his adorable awkwardness.*

Peter- so she was a brainwashed assassin too? *Everyone stares at Peter and his lack of social awareness. Bucky scrunches his face and then just nods.*

Bucky- Technically, yes. *Bucky admits and then looks to you, wanting to make sure Peter’s words didn’t hurt you, they didn’t. A large man from the front of the jet starts to speak, his voice booming.*

Thor- Who cares! She seems fine now and she kicks ass. Welcome! *He offers his welcome and you smile.*

Wanda- Yeah you were amazing! *She thinks for a minute.* Actually the way you fought reminded me of-

Nat- long time no see. *Another familiar face. You breath a sigh of relief and hug Nat.*

Y/N- I've missed you Nat. *She hugs you tight. Peter looks around at everyone who seems to know what’s going on.*

Peter- You know Natasha too?!? Wait?! Are you a Black Widow?! *he says in a whisper like it was a secret. You decide to play along and lean in to whisper back.*

Y/N- Yes. *Peter leans back and looks amazed, like he was just told the biggest secret ever. He then realizes that everyone else seems to already know. He mutters to himself that he really needs to start paying attention in the mission briefs. You smile and laugh to yourself as everyone settles in for the trip back to the compound.*

*Bucky finds a seat next to you.*

Bucky- you were thinking about the plane ride from Siberia weren't you? *You look at Bucky with tears brimming in your eyes at his words.*

Y/N- Yes.. I'm so sorry Bucky. I know that's not you anymore- your good now... like really good- and I know it was kinda my fault and I know I asked... *the end of your sentence trails off, ashamed that there seems to be one thing that your therapy hadn’t fixed yet. Bucky takes your hand.*

Bucky- I know, y/n and I understand. I wish we hadn’t been put in that position. But I think it's safe to say it all worked out, eventually. I just hope we can find a way to work past it. *He laces his fingers with your and you smile up at him before gently laying your head on his shoulder. He decides to lighten the mood.* Also if you want to get real specific and start pointing fingers 1) You started it that day and 2) you asked me to do what I did so- *You gasp and playfully punch his arm. He laughs a big, real laugh. You see Steve glance back and smile. It’s been awhile since either of you heard him laugh like that. *Bucky kisses your forehead* I really am sorry for what happened that day and for the position you were put in. *You lean up and kiss his cheek, reassuring him. Your head finds rest on his shoulder again and think to yourself It’s just like it used to be, before.

*As you are drifting off to sleep you hear Peter talking to Thor.*

Peter- You think she'd go for me? *He asks. Wanda and Sam start to laugh under their breath. Thor looks at him and pats his shoulder.*

Thor- In your dreams, Spider Boy. *Peter looks around for anyone else who would be on his side. Nat smiles.*

Nat- She is super strong, ages really slowly, and basically can't be killed. *She starts to walk away when she turns around to clarify.* What I'm trying to say is, she'd eat you alive, kid. *Peter throws his arms in the air.*

Peter- oh come on! I could help her settle in and get comfortable with the place- *Sam interrupts him*

Sam- She looks pretty comfortable already. *You can’t hold it in anymore and you let out a laugh. You snuggle into Bucky's arms and fall asleep to the sound of the others teasing Peter and Bucky's heartbeat. The memory from earlier plays over and over in your head. It's your real life nightmare that has returned to haunt your dreams.*

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thatmexisaurusrex · 6 months

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Here is a list of various spooky fics I've made that I like, whether I made them for Halloween or they're just fun horror. Enjoy! 🎃 👻 🦇

Canon Compliant/Divergent:

Tarot Cards and Sleepy Time Tea | Rated: T | WC: 1.1K | Fluff, Marriage Proposal, Slice of Life |

What Lived in the Woods | Rated: G | WC: 1.1K | Fun Uncles, Eastern Screeching Owl, Domestic Fluff |

What Do You Think, Mr. America? | Rated: E | WC: 1.1K | Crack Treated Seriously, Established Relationship, Costumes |

ESCAPE TO WAKANDA | Rated: E | WC: 41K | Zombie AU, Post: CATWS, WITH Something Angsty This Way Comes |

Before You Go | Rated: M | WC: 1.6K | Dark and Stormy Night, Post CATWS, Pre-Relationship |

Canary in the Coal Mine | Rated: M | WC: 28K | Kid Fic, Vampire Apocalypse, Time Travel | (Part two is still in progress, don't worry, I'm working on it)

Sam-O'-Lantern | Rated: T | WC: 1.6K | Pumpkins, Getting Together, Dorks in Love |

The Most Important Thing in Anyone's Life | Rated: T | WC: 3.3K | That Weird Louboutin Comic, Movie Night, Forgotten Romantic Halloween Traditions |

Taste Test | Rated: T | WC: 1.6K | Situationship, Candy, And They Were Roommates |

Just One Night | Rated: M | WC: 1.5K | Post CATWS, Club Fic, Meet-Cute Two: Werewolf Boogaloo |

Fantasy and Sci-Fi AU:

Summoning the Seelie King | Rated: T | WC: 1.6K | Fairy AU, Strangers to Lovers, Summoning |

Midnight Lover | Rated: E | WC: 3.7K | Vampire AU, Bittersweet, Demisexual Sam Wilson |

my mind has changed my body’s frame (but, god, I like it) | Rated: E | WC: 9.1K | Werewolf AU, Strangers to Lovers, Getting Together |

Impractical Magic | Rated: M | WC: 10.7K | Practical Magic AU, Curses, Witch Sam Wilson |

A Feast of a Man | Rated: M | WC: 4.1K | Incubus Sam Wilson, Asexual Sam Wilson, Dorks in Love |

come along now (run away) | Rated: M | WC: 10.7K | Fairy Bucky Barnes, Childhood Friends to Lovers, Romance and Action |

every time it rains (you're here in my head) | Rated: M | WC: 9.7K | Paranormal Investigator Sam Wilson, Haunted House, Getting Togther|

Paint the Town Red | Rated: T | WC: 3.4K | Sorcerer Supreme Sam Wilson, Demon Bucky Barnes, Urban Legends |

No Powers AU:

Totally Would Kiss Him | Rated: E | WC: 2.8K | College AU, Dorks in Love, Crack Treated Seriously |

Can't Stand Him | Rated: M | WC: 10.6K | Childhood Rivals to Friends to Lovers, Costume Contest, Crack Treated Seriously |

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emmis15 · 18 days

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Domestic Affairs with Bucky Barnes

―I used to cut my father's hair while he was working in the lab, so I know what I'm doing― Cass said as she placed a towel over my shoulders and covered my chest.

It was time for a haircut. Steve had told me, Sam had told me, and Natasha had laughed at me because I couldn't always have it in my eyes, and I was fed up with it. Besides, Dr. Raynor had said that maybe a change in my appearance would help me think outside the box and do some exposure therapy to deal with crowded spaces or being touched by unknown beings. I wasn't comfortable with that, and since I urgently needed someone to help me, I reluctantly asked mini Stark for help.

―Just… do it quickly, I don't want to be here for too long― I said uncomfortably.

I looked in the mirror of my bathroom and saw her with a small empathetic smile, touching my metal shoulder, which made me feel worse. It wasn't a part of my body that I loved.

―I want you to know that if you feel pressured or have any horrible Hydra flashbacks while I'm cutting or using the machine, you need to tell me to stop because it won't be good for you to keep that to yourself. Trust me, I know from experience― she said, looking at me through the mirror.

I nodded with little confidence, but we were already here, and I wasn't going to let anyone I didn't know touch me.

―Tell me about what you've learned about the new world recently― she said, wetting my hair with a sprayer, and my skin quickly became goosebumps. I sighed, closing my eyes.

―Steve has been showing me music or the one he started delving into modernity with, but I still prefer 40s music.

I felt the metal blades against my nape, and I was momentarily startled, but Cass's free hand gripped my shoulder, tapping or making patterns to keep me calm, something she did to herself sometimes when there were loud noises or her father talked about her time in Hydra as an experiment. She played with her metal heart-shaped pendant on her chest.

―¿What music did he show you? ¿Pop? ¿Rock? ¿Hip-hop? ¿Rap?― she asked, very concentrated as she cut. I could feel my long hair falling to the floor.

―He showed me a band, Nirvana, ¿maybe? He likes them a bit, but I don't know. I have to listen to more things― I said with a grimace.

―Their albums are on Spotify. Dad kind of likes Nirvana, and I'm okay with their lead singer― she said, her tongue sticking out, too busy to connect my gaze with hers in the mirror.

―¿Is Spotify that round black and green thing in every room of the house?― I asked, confused. I had been trying to be explained things like the screens in every room or the circles that, when touched, showed other things, but it was still hard to grasp.

She let out a amused laugh, stopping cutting my hair to grab the modern version of my flip phone. She liked old things but with a new version for this time, or so she kept telling me when I asked her how a young and beautiful girl could kiss and love an old and broken man like me.

Leaving the scissors on the sink and talking to the house's robot, an old 40s song began to play. I didn't like it much, but it was nice, and I liked how she swayed her hips, resuming work and humming a few things.

―You'll hear the songs that have been left in your personal music registry by Steve and some songs of mine with certain similarities in melody or tempo, so you can find new things without leaving your comfort zone― my hair was getting shorter, and the time to use the machine was approaching, but Cass's sweet and calm voice was like a fog to my mind.

―I still prefer record players― I said.

She laughed again.

―Of course you do― she said, putting the scissors on the white marble and resting her forearms on my shoulders. ―¿What do you think? ¿Shall I start cutting with the machine or leave it like this?"

She asked me, looking into my eyes through the mirror with a little smile.

―Shorter, nothing behind the ears, and little hair on the face― I said confidently.

She smiled and gave me a small kiss on the cheek before stepping away from me and grabbing the machine carefully.

―Let's go carefully, ¿okay? If you feel pressured, if you don't like it, if the noise is too much, we can stop whenever you want― she lightly massaged my shoulders.

I nodded carefully, sighing and closing my eyes and staying with the soft sound of the guitar and violins playing in the bathroom. Cass's soft voice singing along with the woman in the song trying to distract me from the sound of the machine so close to my head was comforting.

―It's called 'The Lakes.' It's from a very calm and deep album by Taylor, the blonde girl I have plastered all over my room― she said near my ear with a calm voice.

―¿The one you spent making bracelets and made me one?

―Exactly, you'll like this album. It's very calming and has very beautiful lyrics, and it helps you sleep because of how sweetly she sings. I have the vinyl, so someday, when you have nightmares, we'll listen to it.

―I always have nightmares.

―And that's why we're going to listen to it tonight― she kissed the top of my head before turning me around to face her.

Both of us face to face, her eyes shining with excitement with the machine in hand, and for a moment, I remembered that thing passing by me, and I didn't even feel it.

―I have to tap ahead, so I need you to be very still and calm, ¿okay? You can hold onto my waist if something scares you― she grabbed my chin with a smile on her face.

―It's okay, Doll, I promise.

She stopped looking at me and focused on cutting the front part of my hair while my arms were around her hips, watching her from below. Her concentration was the same as when she used to create her machines or when she did things in her laboratory, so she was taking her work very seriously.

―I vaguely remember my mother cutting my hair when I was little― I said, looking at her.

―That's sweet, Buck. For a long time after Daddy rescued me from Hydra, I couldn't get near anything sharp because I wanted to end my life on Earth, so when they had to cut my hair, Dad and Adriana, his assistant, would put on Disney movies for me, and both of them would cut my hair― she hummed a few lines of the song from before from time to time.

She suffered for three years what I did for 50 years, but we were still at the same level of pain and trauma. She was very young, a preteen, and she was already a killing machine, and they not only messed her up mentally but physically with that star on her chest and putting cables instead of veins.

―I'm sorry.

―Buck, everyone has their response to the situation. Mine was wanting to throw myself out the window because of the pain, but now I'm better and ready to help you in everything― she bent down to kiss my lips carefully before turning me around to look at her in the mirror.

It didn

't turn out bad at all; she had talent for this, and it showed by how proud she was of her work.

―I like it, I thought it would look worse― I said surprised as I approached the mirror to see myself; it was weird to see myself with short hair, although I didn't dislike it.

She looked at me incredulously, but it didn't last long as that proud smile appeared on her face again.

―I'm glad you like it, Buck, and I'm very proud of you for overcoming another fear today. You were very brave with me― she looked into my eyes through the mirror before leaving a kiss on my head.

―Thank you, Doll.

―It was a pleasure, my love.

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lillywillow · 1 year

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Pets and Their Humans

Summary: You can’t help notice the similarities between Bucky and Alpine

Written for: @buckybarnesbingo

Words: 811

Square Filled: K1- Mirror Image

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Gender Neutral Reader

Warnings: None

You weren’t sure exactly when you first noticed it but Bucky and his cat shared a lot of similarities. It was the way they both had piercing blue eyes that would stare into your soul. They had the same judgemental sass face. If Alpine were human, you could imagine her talking trash about someone with a glass of wine in her hand. If Bucky were a cat, you could imagine him getting into places he shouldn’t with the same “What are you going to do about it?” look Alpine sometimes gives. There was also a certain spot under the chin they liked to be tickled that just melted them in your hands. You adored the both of them.

…

One afternoon, you came into the living room where Bucky and Alpine were taking a nap on the couch. The cat was in a ball on your boyfriend’s chest, both looking so sweet and peaceful. You took a picture of them before giving them both a kiss on the top of the head, feeling guilty as they both woke up.

“I’m sorry, my darlings. You can go back to sleep now,” you cooed.

They both gave you a sleepy look before stretching at the same time.

“Do you want lunch now?” you asked.

“Mm, I could eat,” Bucky shrugged.

Alpine gave a sleepy little meow. You couldn’t help but smile at them.

“Do you need any help?” Bucky asked, from the couch.

He had been so busy lately that the poor man was exhausted.

“I’ve got it, baby. You rest up with Alpine,” you smiled.

Alpine didn’t really need a rest but she brought Bucky happiness and that was enough for you. As you made lunch, you occasionally looked in on the two of them. Bucky was gently patting Alpine’s soft fur and speaking to her.

“Isn’t Y/N great, Alpine? We’re so spoilt, yes we are,” he cooed.

The cat looked quite content on his lap. A funny thought entered your head. You imagined a world where the roles were reversed. Alpine as an elegant woman with silky white hair and Bucky as a scrappy tabby cat that she found on the street. Perhaps he lost his arm in an accident and needed it replaced… Would you fit into this little world? Would you be Alpine’s partner or would you be a cat like Bucky? The thought made you giggle out loud.

“Something funny, doll?” Bucky called from the couch.

“It’s nothing. Just thinking something silly,” you replied, bringing his lunch to him, with something for Alpine.

“I like silly things…”

You smiled and shook your head.

“I was just thinking… you and Alpine are so similar; it would be funny if the roles were reversed…”

Bucky blinked in surprise.

“Alpine and I… are not that similar…” he slowly stated.

“Oh, yeah?” you grinned, tickling the spot under his chin.

Bucky started purring just like Alpine would, making you giggle.

“See? Alpine likes this too,” you grinned.

“That doesn’t prove anything,” Bucky pouted.

“It’s one thing. You also have the same judgemental stare…”

“I don’t have a judgemental stare,” he huffed.

“Yeah, you do, hon. Remember that thing Sam suggested?”

“Well, that was just stupid,” Bucky huffed, turning his nose up.

“There it is… I swear I saw Alpine give me the same look when I tripped and fell over my shoelaces the other day.”

Bucky looked at Alpine who gazed back at him in return. Could this cat really be his feline equivalent? The evidence sure was stacking up…

“You also both have beautiful blue eyes, you both walk that strut…”

“There’s something else that we share in common,” Bucky stated.

“And what’s that?”

“We both love you,” he softly smiled.

“Aww… I love you both too,” you smiled back.

Alpine meowed in agreement. She may not have really understood the words you were saying but she felt the love. You gave her a kiss and kissed Bucky’s cheek too.

“You know that thing they say about pets and their owners…”

“That they become identical after a while?” Bucky asked.

“Exactly. It’s not a bad thing. It just means you share a special bond…”

“I guess we do,” Bucky mused, picking up a piece of string for Alpine to play with.

The feline bapped at it with her paw and tried to pounce on it as Bucky dragged it along the ground. You smiled at your boyfriend and his kitty counterpart. Or was it Alpine and her human version? Either way, the pair of them were so much alike, it was no secret they found each other. They fit together like puzzle pieces. You loved them both very much.

#Bucky Barnes #buckybarnesbingo2022 #bbb2022 #buckybarnes #bucky barnes x reader #Alpine #Pets and Their Humans #Mirror Image #Marvel #marvel fic #marvel fanfiction #marvel one shot #bucky barnes fluff #domestic life

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sarahowritesostucky · 3 months

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📖"Merry & Bright"

Part 4 - Package Deal

Rated: Explicit

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes

Tags: a/b/o, omega Bucky, alpha Steve, kids/domestic, fingering, anal sex, knotting, multiple orgasms, Voicing, claiming bites, D/s elements, mentions of PTSD, mentions of depression, postpartum, body insecurity, breastfeeding, mpreg, pet names

Word Count: ~7000 (I'm sorry, okay?!😫)

Summary: Steve and Bucky make love for the first time since the birth of their son.

(Or: a prime example of how even my sincere attempts at g-rated domestic kid fics devolve into 6000+ words of smut 🤦🏻‍♀️)

[“You want to know what it looks like?” Steve growls, pulling back with a filthy-wet sound and a voice that’s furious and rough-edged and determined. “It looks like the cunt of the omega who gave me my children. Looks like the cunt I wanna spend the rest of my life fucking, stuffing full of my cock, my cum, my knot … my tongue.”]

(Wait! I haven't read part 1, 2, 3 yet!)

Steve appears in the doorway to their bedroom after putting the girls to bed. “ ‘And the children were nestled all snug in their beds’ ,” he recites, making Bucky chuckle softly.

“ 'blah blah, something about a long winter’s nap' .” (Which doesn’t sound bad at all to him right about now.) “That took a while," he says, stifling a yawn against the top of Gabe’s head. “They didn’t get their hands on any sugarplums at that party, did they?”

Steve shakes his head. “Naw. Crackers and juice.”

“Juice has sugar.”

“They’re fine. Reading got ‘em down.”

“We still on Stuart Little?”

“Becs begged for an extra chapter,” Steve confirms, smiling from where he’s leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed, eyes full of affection as he watches Bucky feeding their son. “Did you have a nice time tonight, babe?”

Bucky winces first and lies second, so of course his ever-perceptive husband raises an eyebrow and waits him out for the truth. Bucky recounts the encounter with Karen and the other moms. “They wear me out,” he says, letting his eyes slip closed and his head dig back into the pillow that he’s got propped against the headboard. “Even when I promise myself I’m just gonna eat the food and not engage, somehow they draw me in. They have that knack.”

“Eh. They’re just a bunch’a cotton-headed ninny muggins.”

Bucky snorts. “Yeah well I’m not too far off from ‘em.” He feels Gabe slowing down and trails his fingers through the boy’s wispy hair. “Here I thought it was last week instead of this week. Seven full calendar days off track.”

“Babe, it happens.”

“Hm. No it doesn’t. But you’re sweet for saying so.” He smiles self-deprecatingly. “Neurologist said I’ve got too much white matter, now.”

“Yeah, and he also said it isn’t getting any worse. Lots’a people have brain injuries and manage to live perfectly fine lives.”

Bucky doesn’t miss how Steve substitutes the word ‘fine’ for ‘normal’, and his lips twist wryly. “I know. It’s just, all this time I’ve been blaming it on pregnancy brain, but that'd be wearing off by now.” He groans with his eyes still closed. “Swiss cheese for brains, Stevie, I swear.”

Steve makes a sad tut of disapproval from the doorway. Bucky stubbornly doesn’t open his eyes, but he can hear the soft sounds of Steve padding across the room, then the bed dipping by his side as he slides in next to him. “You’re doing great, Sweetheart,” he encourages.

Despite how much Bucky disagrees with that assessment, he can still hear all the love and warmth in Steve’s voice, can tell that his husband sincerely means it when he leans in and kisses his ear, lips and breath lingering at the craggy, mutilated top. It’s one of the ways that Steve has always silently said ‘I love you’ to Bucky when he knows the omega is in a bad mood, and it somehow manages to worm its way past his churlishness each and every time. “Thanks, Babe,” he mutters.

Steve wiggles in to sit beside him, hip to hip, mindful of Bucky and the baby and not upsetting Gabe’s feeding time. “... Did something else happen today? You seem, I dunno, burdened.”

“I am. I mean I’m just fucking tired, but yeah.”

His hand appears on top of Bucky's thigh. “Tell me?”

Bucky sighs. “Just my emotions goin’ haywire. Hormones. I went jogging and cried in the park.”

“Baby,”

Steve never likes to hear that Bucky’s unhappy, which is the main reason why Bucky avoids mentioning it. He’s got a therapist for that shit, after all. “Eh, it was brief. I got over it. But then I realized the play was tonight and I had to scramble to get the girls' costumes together; and right before that, I had to do battle with this snotty little beta at the pharmacy just to try and get my prescription filled, so that didn’t help.”

“What?”

Bucky ruefully recounts the incident with his birth control medication and the new FDA regulations, and Steve starts to rumble angrily in his chest before the story is halfway through. Bucky opens his eyes to see his Alpha looking all indignant on his behalf. His lips quirk. “Easy there, Big guy.”

“That’s ridiculous,” Steve growls. “I didn’t know there was any kind of legislation like that being considered.”

Steve’s unhappy scent is making Gabe start to pull away, and Bucky rubs the infant’s back. “Calm down. You’re making him squirm.” Steve grumbles but tries to obey, and Bucky relaxes when he feels Gabe go searching for another latch. “I dunno Steve. Things are changing, and I see the signs and it just scares the crap outta me.”

“What do you mean, ‘changing’?”

“Just ... the little things," he mumbles, knowing that there's a chapter in his book called that, and that Steve probably remembers it, too. Bucky shrugs, avoiding Steve's concerned stare. "A couple of years ago, people weren’t talking so much about church. Now everybody’s back to talking about gender roles all the time.”

“People are allowed to have religion, Buck.”

“It’s not just that. It’s people’s attitudes changing, their whole approach. It scares me. People didn’t used to always be talking about what was ‘decent’ or what was ‘allowed’ on this platform or that. Purity culture, moral absolutism; those things were on the decline, ya know? People didn’t criticize working mothers as much. Omegas didn’t wear their collars in public like it's some sort of fashion statement. 'Tradwives' weren’t trending on TikTok. … Abortion was protected.”

“It’s still protected,” Steve argues.

“Here it is,” Bucky says peevishly, because they both know about each and every issue that’s been kicked back to the states in recent years. “It’s how fast everybody forgets. Now those bumper stickers are coming back in vogue again, Jesus fish lapel pins. Hell, it’s even normal to launch a friendly chat with a chipper little ‘where do you fellowship?’ They’re banning books all the time—”

“In schools, not public libraries,” Steve interrupts, then hurriedly adds, “I’m not defending it, Buck. I’m just saying there’s a difference.”

“There’s a difference until there’s not a difference,” he snaps. Then, after a beat of fraught silence between them, he whispers, “Please tell me it’s not happening again, Steve.”

“Hey.” Steve shifts beside him, putting an arm behind his back to pull him closer against his side. He kisses the top of his head. “No, Buck. We’ve got intelligence agencies to fight against that, now. That’s what Shield is for. It’s what I do. You’ve gotta know I’d never let you or the girls—the kids,” he hurriedly amends, not yet used to “the girls” no longer being an apt descriptor of their children, “get drawn into a situation like that again. I’d never let it happen, baby, never. You know we have an exit plan if things get bad.”

Bucky nods, swallowing thickly at the mere thought of it. “Yeah,” he whispers against Gabe’s head. He knows that Steve only put that plan together to help assuage Bucky’s lingering fears, his anxiety that never quite goes away completely. “Yeah. We can get out. We have a plan.” He’s whispering it to himself, vaguely recognizes the beginning feelings of a spiral, how his pulse is faster than it should be, audible in his ears, with dread pooling low in his gut like spoiled food.

He whimpers and pushes his nose against Gabe’s hair to soothe himself, inhaling the new baby smell that he still has. “We have a private jet,” he whispers, reminding himself, trying not to let his thoughts flash back to the memory of the retreating rear window of his mom’s car at a border crossing, his sisters’ faces pressed against the glass as they leave him behind in a country where he's not safe anymore …

“Untrackable Quinjet, fly to Canada,” he murmurs, trying to focus on five things that he can see, smell, feel, taste and hear … about Gabe, his son, his—

“Baby,” Steve is mourning by his side. He grips Bucky’s shoulder and gives him a comforting squeeze, which pulls Bucky’s vision back into focus from the panic attack he’d been about to fall into. Steve seems unaware of it. He’s still just cuddling him and talking platitudes in a low voice. “That’s not happening, okay? Things are fine, I promise you.”

Bucky nods, even though he can’t help but to worry, “Then why are people giving up their rights again?” he asks. “You know they’re expanding the Fertility Care Act.”

“I know. But that doesn’t take anyone’s rights away.”

“You know how I feel about it.”

“I know. I know babe. ‘Incentiv—”

“Incentivization is the first step to coercion!” Bucky finishes for him. “Yes. They’re prioritizing citizens who can have kids over ones who can't. How is that fair?!”

Steve lowers his head. “It’s not.”

“And passing all these restrictive laws? Requiring my Alpha to cosign on my birth control? How can they do that?”

Steve sighs. “We’re still a democracy,” he says sadly. “People still have the right to vote for the policies they want, even if they’re not the same things that you and I want. We’re a self-determining society, babe. If they get enough support for it, enough votes … People still get to make these decisions.”

Bucky grunts. “Well they're making the wrong ones.”

Steve hums in agreement, giving him another squeeze. “Hey now, don’t think about that stuff. Relax with me tonight, that’s what I want.”

“Hmph.”

“You’re gonna turn the milk sour, you keep worrying like that,” he teases. “C’mere, grumpy.” He dips in and nuzzles against Bucky’s face to try and get a small smile out of him. It kind of works, and Steve hums happily when he feels him soften. “How’s Little man?” he asks, kissing Bucky’s temple and looking down at their son.

“Pretty sure he’s eating in his sleep,” Bucky murmurs. “And I’m about to be too.”

“Mm. But you’re not eating.”

“You know what I mean, dummy.”

Steve leans in and noses at his neck, scenting him affectionately. “You smell so good, momma. Smell like home, like mate.” Bucky makes a grumbling sound of complaint at the “momma” and Steve snickers and kisses him in apology. He cups his hand behind Bucky’s flesh one, intimately joining him in cradling their infant son’s head against Bucky’s chest. “Lookit that,” he purrs, and it’s not all innocence to his tone, as he stares at where Gabe is suckling. “I love to see you like this,” he murmurs. “Seeing you feeding him, giving him what he needs. Using that part of yourself for this.”

Bucky groans and lets his eyes fall closed again in mortification. “Steeve.” He feels Steve’s thumb start swiping back and forth on the back of his hand that's cupping Gabe's head.

“Shh. It’s true, momma.” Steve starts peppering kisses against the top of his shoulder as he watches Gabe nursing and Bucky blushing. He speaks softly between the kisses, murmuring intimate words of love against Bucky’s skin: “Love it. Love you. You don’t know what it does to me, to see you with him like this. Watching you takin’ care of him. Knowing that your gorgeous body can do this, can nourish him. The baby you made for me, my son.” His voice is rumbling again by the time he finishes, possessive, and he laces their fingers together and ducks in close to start mouthing at Bucky’s bonding glands—something which he knows turns Bucky on to no end, goddamn him.

Bucky groans and whines. “Are you serious right now?” Steve’s laugh puffs out against his skin, warm and affectionate, and Bucky drops his head to try and hide the smile he can’t keep off his own face. “Damn you, Rogers.”

“Language, momma Rogers,” Steve purrs, which only serves to make the heat in Bucky’s face worse. “Let me put him down,” he murmurs, kissing Bucky’s neck one last time before moving forward to take Gabe. Bucky hands him over with a tired hum, letting his eyes slip closed again while Steve is gone.

He’s surprised when he drifts off to sleep and the next thing he’s aware of is Steve crawling back into the bed with him. “Mmhh, I fell asleep.”

“I can see that.”

“He go down okay?”

“Yep.” Steve pulls him into his arms and lies down with him, kissing his forehead. “You make me so happy, Buck,” he whispers. He trails kisses down his face until he reaches his lips, then presses gentle pecks there until he’s able to coax his way inside for more. He makes out with him lazily, humming in pleasure as Bucky softens and starts to respond to it. He lets one hand roam his body, trailing up and down the omega’s side, then squeezing his waist. “You tired?” he whispers.

Bucky smirks with his eyes closed. “M’ always tired.”

Steve hums in agreement and kisses him some more. “He slept through the night last night.”

“Yeah. Don’t jinx it. Maybe we’ll get lucky again.”

“Want to fool around?” Steve murmurs, already kissing along his jaw towards his neck again. His big hands roam Bucky’s body, caressing his waist and circling behind to grab at his ass. “I miss you.”

Bucky sighs in pleasure, nodding. “I’m fucking tired,” he murmurs—very pointedly not a ‘no’—then shivers when Steve rolls over to cover him with his body, pressing one firm, thick thigh up between his legs. Bucky groans tiredly. “Ohh, Honey.”

“I’ll do all the work,” Steve promises, whispering the words against his neck in a conspiratorial way that makes Bucky chuckle. Steve kisses his bonding gland again. “Mmm, promise. You can just lie here and feel good.”

“Or fall asleep,” Bucky mutters, though as Steve presses his thigh down and rolls his hips, the odds of that happening significantly diminish. Bucky smiles with his eyes still closed and digs his skull back into the pillow, shivering full-body as he feels his dick waking up. “Mm, Stevie. Yeah. Make me feel good?”

“Course,” Steve whispers, before sealing his mouth over the sensitive tissue of Bucky’s bond scar. He hums in pleasure as he sucks hard, coaxing the gland underneath to swell and grow closer to the skin with arousal. He fits his teeth to the shape of it, biting in a quick, sharp nip that makes Bucky gasp.

“Oh! Steve …”

“You remember what the doctor said,” he teases, scraping his teeth over the spit-wet skin. “Hm? ‘Bout the ways Alpha can help you feel good?”

“Ohh, mm hm.” Bucky’s O.B. and his therapist have told them that stimulation of the glands can help relieve some of the effects of postpartum depression—including regular sex and penetrating bites from a bondmate. They've tried the latter but not the former, but Steve has been more than keen on the idea of helping his omega in both ways.

“What do you say, baby?” he asks, licking and kissing all over his bond scar. “Hm? It's all healed up from last time. Can I?”

Bucky whimpers, weak from the rush of arousal that always comes at hearing Steve ask for this. “Nnn,” he whines uselessly, rolling his body up against the alpha’s bulk. “Ssteve,” he slurs, “Nnn, don’t.”

“Aw, why not?” he coos lazily, still mouthing at that spot. “It’ll feel good, I promise.” He moves up to whisper in Bucky’s ear: “I know how hard it makes you cum when I time it just right.”

Bucky moans pitifully. He tries to remember what his reason for protesting it is, but it’s hard. “It’s almost—oh! mmm—s’almost Thanksgiving. W-we, um … T-tony’s parties, n’ the Turkey Trot …”

Steve lets his teeth drag over the glands again. “Fuck the Turkey Trot. So what? I love seeing you fresh with my mark. And this way everyone else will too. They’ll see it and they’ll know you’re mine. Know I was probably fucking you while I did it, claimin’ you all over again.” His voice is rough and gravelly by the end, full of heat and possession. “You got any idea how much I like that?”

“Hnhh,” Bucky breathes, unable to argue against that reasoning. “Okay.”

“Good boy,” Steve purrs, eliciting another pathetic whine from his mate. Bucky can practically feel Steve’s satisfied grin as he continues to nuzzle into the crook of his neck, mouth never leaving his bonding glands for long. “Smell so fuckin’ good, mama,” he groans, and this time rather than protest the endearment, Bucky keens at the way Steve says it: like Bucky being the mother of his children is the sexiest, most wonderful thing imaginable. Steve keeps kissing a path down his neck and shoulder, over his collarbone and chest, stopping when he reaches the level of his pecs and sealing his mouth to a nipple—the same place where their baby was nursing not even ten minutes ago.

Bucky shivers in sensitivity and blushes like a madman, his hands flying up to tangle in Steve’s hair. “Nnh, Steve, wait, oh …”

Steve groans and rubs his cheek against his chest, the drag of his facial hair and his hot breath making Bucky’s nipples harden into tight nubs. He brings a hand up to cup one swollen pec and mouths openly at the other, groaning as he stares greedily. “Fuck, baby, look at you.”

“Steve,” Bucky pants. “Nnn,”

“Mm mn, no. Hush. Just let me play with ‘em.”

Bucky continues to whine about it, but a hardening dick and a leaking asshole don’t lie, and Steve knows him too well to let him get away with such shallow evasion at this point in their marriage.

He settles in for the long feast, humming and grunting in pleasure between kisses and sucks to Bucky’s chest, alternating sides and squeezing whatever he isn’t mouthing over at the moment. “God, baby,” he says between one kiss and the next. “Wish you’d stay like this. Love your body like this. So soft, just for me.”

“Fuck, Steve.”

“Mmhm. Could keep you like this forever. All needy and sensitive.” He traps Bucky’s nipple between his lips and sucks, hard, and Bucky feels that tingly sensation and knows what’s going to happen a second before it does. His hands fly to Steve’s head and he cries out, but there’s no time for him to warn his husband before his body lets out a tiny spurt of breastmilk. Steve only pauses for a second, his mouth still on him, and then he groans loudly against Bucky’s chest. He sucks again, huffing in enjoyment, then lifts up and meets Bucky’s gaze with lust-blown eyes. “Oh honey,” he whispers, sounding devastated. “I almost forgot how sweet you are.”

Bucky’s brain is kind of short circuiting at the sheen on Steve’s lips, wet from his very own breast milk. “Shit,” he exhales shakily. “Alpha.”

Steve growls and drops back down to suck on him some more. Bucky can only lie there and take it, his head tossing on the pillow and hands gripping Steve’s hair as the alpha makes a playground of his chest. Bucky whines and complains, but truth be told there’s something small and squirmy inside of him that secretly loves it when his husband indulges in his body this way. It makes him feel wanted and beautiful, reminds him that Steve loves every part of him, even when Bucky himself doesn’t. “Leave—aah—leave some for the baby,” he eventually manages to say, laughing between pleasured groans and gasps.

Steve pulls off and comes up to kiss him, tongue swiping past Bucky’s lips and leaving the taste of himself behind. Bucky’s breathing shakily by the time they part, and Steve’s eyes flit over his face. “You okay?” he asks, so sincere in his care for Bucky that it makes Bucky want to give him everything.

“Yes Alpha,” he whispers, reaching up with his flesh hand and cupping Steve’s jaw with it. “I just love you stupid-much, is all.”

“Stupid much?”

“Mm, yeah, it’s pretty stupid.”

Steve surges down to kiss him thoroughly once more “See?” he teases, knocking their foreheads together. “All that moping didn’t curdle the milk after all.” Bucky huffs and swats at him, and Steve grins and rolls away. “Hang on one sec.” He gets up to undress, and by the time he’s crawling back into bed naked, Bucky’s kicked off his pajama pants as well. Steve slides right back into the cradle of his hips. Between their bellies, his cock is hard, but he makes no move to address it, focused on his mate instead. “What do you want tonight?” he asks gently, tracing Bucky's face on one side and then the other. “Hm? We can do anything you want. Whatever makes you feel good.”

Bucky softens, in love. That’s how it’s been these past four months: Steve being careful, trying so hard to respect any boundaries, to let Bucky take the lead as they find their way back to intimacy as husbands. Problem is, most days Bucky doesn’t know what he wants. He swallows thickly and rasps out a quiet, “I just wanna feel you.”

Steve hums. He tucks the recently-shortened strands of Bucky’s hair aside, eyes flicking from one ruined ear to the other, amazing Bucky with how his gaze never waivers with any hint of distaste at the mutilated flesh. It’s just love he sees in him. “I think that can be arranged.”

He kisses him, long and languid and indulgent, the kind of kiss that takes its time and never really escalates, more intimate than it has any right to be. By the time he’s kissing down Bucky’s body to put his mouth on his prick, Bucky’s a leaking, mewling mess.

“Ssteve,” he slurs as he watches his husband’s blond head of hair dip down between his legs and feels his mouth engulf him in sudden, overwhelming warmth. “Oh God.” Bucky’s eyes slip shut and he digs his skull back into the pillow, exhaling through clenched teeth at how good it feels. Steve hums from around his mouthful and Bucky hurriedly grasps at his hair. “Nnn, don’t,” he hisses, trying to calm down even as his hips are shoving up at Steve’s face. “Don’t hum like that, Jesus Christ.”

Steve laughs and pulls off to look up at him. He kisses Bucky’s cockhead and winks. “Sorry. I was just enjoying myself.” Keeping eye contact, he suckles and laves over just the head of Bucky’s dick, then uses his hold at the base to tap it against the flat of his tongue several times.

“Fuck.” Bucky pants and screws his eyes shut. “It’s been too long. I can’t hold it.”

“Who says you need to hold it?” Steve kisses his hipbone. “Cum as many times as you want to, Sweetheart. As many times as you need.”

Bucky groans. “That sounds like a challenge.”

“Maybe it is.” He goes back to Bucky’s cock, pushing hard at one of his thighs to force him to widen his legs even further. “There we go, good boy. Keep ‘em spread.”

Bucky peeks down at Steve and sees him staring at … everything.

Oh. … Oh.

He swallows nervously. It’s been over four months now, and he’s had the go-ahead from the doctor since all the way back at his six-week checkup, but Bucky’s still been self-conscious. They've resumed some recreational activities, but Steve still hasn’t asked to have sex yet. Bucky’s pretty sure he’s waiting for him to initiate. “H-how’s it looking down there?” he asks, trying to insert levity into his tone and failing pretty spectacularly. “Everything … everything good?”

“Mmm.” Steve caresses his balls, pushing them up and out of the way, feasibly so that he can stare at his perineum and further back to his weeping, clenching hole. “It’s winking at me,” he says, making Bucky’s face go red hot.

“You know what I mean,” he huffs, knocking his heel against Steve’s back halfheartedly. “How’s it … how’s it look?”

Steve hums and pretends to consider it very seriously, moving in even closer. “Looks perfect,” he says, a touch more arousal in his voice this time. And he’s so close now that Bucky can feel the heat of his breath against his skin. Steve’s finger touches just behind his balls and glides all the way back along his taint, up and down, tracing the line of where Bucky knows the stitches were. “All healed up,” he murmurs, sounding pleased. “Pretty and pink.”

Bucky snorts and makes a face. “Yeah, right. Don’t worry Steve, I’ve read all the reality check articles.”

“The what?”

“Stuff on the internet for new mothers. On how wrecked you are after giving birth. They say it’s especially rough on male O’s, and I’ve popped two of these things out, so.” He grimaces. “I think they have like, lasers or something that they can use to try and fix it, or at least make it look nicer.”

“What?” Steve sounds shocked. “Babe. What are you talking about?”

Bucky huffs, not wanting Steve’s false platitudes. “I’m just trying to be realistic, okay?” He squirms impatiently and refuses to look down at the alpha between his legs. “So? Does it look like … ya know, very messed up?”

Steve’s tensing shoulders and his low growl are the only warnings Bucky gets before his husband’s mouth is sealing itself straight over his taint and sucking ferociously, the accompanying rumble of his growl only intensifying the feeling.

Bucky yelps. “Holy fuck!” His body jolts in place, trying to bow off the bed, but Steve holds him still with strong arms wrapped around his thighs. “Sh-hit,” he gasps, “Steve!”

“You want to know what it looks like?” Steve growls, pulling back with a filthy-wet sound and a voice that’s furious and rough-edged and determined. “It looks like the cunt of the omega who gave me my children. Looks like the cunt I wanna spend the rest of my life fucking, stuffing full of my cock, my cum, my knot … my tongue.” He surges back in, taking turns between tongue-fucking his hole and sucking on his rim as brutally as he can, making loud grunts and groans in the process that are very clearly meant to drive a point home. “Mmph, mmm, hhmph!”

Bucky gasps and keens, overwrought by Steve’s words just as much as he is by the feeling of his mouth. He doesn’t even consciously think about it as he grabs his cock and starts jerking off, Steve groaning loudly against his ass when he realizes what Bucky’s doing. It only takes another minute of that before he’s coming, riding Steve’s face as his cock pulses in his hand and wets up his belly in spurts of clear omega cum.

“Oh God, oh, ohh …” His breath hitches in broken moans as he rides the orgasm out. Then the pleasure wanes and he slowly comes back down to earth, panting and dazed, blinking up at nothing but the blank plaster of their bedroom ceiling …

Until Steve reappears in his field of vision, having climbed back up to lie over him once again. Bucky welcomes the press of his alpha’s heavy body on top of him, accepts the slick-tinged flavor of Steve’s tongue when he slots their mouths together and shoves inside, demanding and harsh. “That was number one,” he says, when he’s pulled back and is looking down at Bucky with a satisfied expression. “How many more you gonna give me tonight?”

Internally, Bucky curses. He curses, dies a little bit, and falls deeper in love all at the same time. Meanwhile, externally, he regains his breath and meets Steve’s hungry stare. “I’ve got a feeling you’re gonna wear me out more than the baby,” he says, aiming for a wry drawl but only achieving something that sounds breathless and wrecked instead. He sees Steve’s eyes darken the way they do whenever he’s issued a challenge, and knows he’s in for a hell of a night. “What’re you thinking?” he whispers.

“I’m thinking: I want to see that again, and again,” Steve rasps, voice gone to gravel. “Thinking I want to watch you lose control like that all the goddamn time. For the rest of my life.”

Bucky flushes. “Steve …”

“I’m thinking: that I want to make you feel good in every possible way there is to feel good.” His lips ghost over Bucky’s as he murmurs, “So that you know. Because you clearly don’t—”

“Steve …”

“And so that you never feel like you need to ask me a question about what you ‘look like’ ever again. Not on any part of your beautiful body.”

Bucky groans and tries to turn his face away, But Steve catches him and guides him back with a gentle hand on his cheek. “Uh uh, Sweetheart. You listen to me. I want to make love to you. Until you can’t take it anymore, until you go soft and weak and cryin’ with it.” His hands start wandering over the peaks and valleys of Bucky’s body, caressing his skin. One hand moulds itself to the side of his neck, fingers playing over the texture of his bondmark, while the other glides down, pausing to stop and tweak a nipple, squeeze his waist, grab the fleshy curve of a hip. Very purposefully, he slides his hand to settle into place over his lower belly, hushing him when he feels him start to tense up. “Shh sh sh. It’s okay. It’s okay.”

“Steve, I’m … it’s —”

“Shhh.” He nudges their noses together, chiding and affectionate all at once, because he knows which parts of his body Bucky is most self-conscious of. But he doesn’t move his hand from the territory it’s claimed. “I know,” he whispers. “I know how you feel. But that’s all wrong, baby. And I want to show you.” He kisses him again, only this time it’s tender, almost achingly so. He relents and pulls back. “That’s all, Honey. I just want to make you feel new things, good things. I want to show you. I need to show you.”

“Show me what?” Bucky whispers, but then Steve stares down at him in that dark and private way that he deeply, intimately recognizes, and he regrets having asked. Bucky trembles and closes his eyes. “Steve, please. You don’t have to …”

“Look at me,” Steve murmurs. He rests their foreheads together. “I just want you to understand, baby. That when I touch you here,"—his fingers curl possessively into the too-soft flesh of Bucky’s stomach—“I feel something so profound, so far beyond just love or arousal … that I don’t even know what to say to you. You understand? It hurts. I don’t have words for it.” He looks at him imploringly. “You couldn’t be more beautiful than you are to me right now.”

Bucky’s heart beats faster at the intimate confession. He tries to suck his stomach in, tries to tense his abdominals and make himself firm, but Steve tuts at him and pinches the side of his neck, right over his swollen glands. Bucky gasps, eyes shooting back up from where he’d been starting to look down between their bodies at Steve’s hand on him. “I wasn’t.”

“Look at me,” Steve says, and this time it’s in his Voice, the sound of it sending an instant shot of arousal down Bucky’s spine and into his core. His eyes must show it, too, because Steve smiles and purrs deep in his chest. “Yeah,” he encourages, still in the Voice that he so rarely uses with Bucky. “That’s right. Look up here at Alpha. Do as you’re told.”

Bucky licks his lips, aware that his cock is rapidly hardening again. “Steve,” he breathes shakily. “I —”

“Pull your knees up,” he murmurs, and Bucky obeys without a second thought. “Good boy.”

A chirp erupts from Bucky’s throat, unbidden, and he colors in surprise at the sound. “Alpha,” he says, because it’s the only word he can think to say.

Steve smiles and strokes over his bond mark with the roughened pad of a thumb. “Does it feel nice? Want more?”

Bucky nods, blinking, the effects of Steve’s Voice still singing in his veins like a drug. “Yeah.”

They hardly ever engage in Voiceplay. It’s something Bucky enjoys with his husband, but he’s had bad experiences with other alphas in the past; times when men who weren't Steve assaulted him with what should only ever be used as a tool of lovemaking. Steve knows this, and so he usually avoids Voicing with Bucky unless he knows that the circumstances are just right.

The circumstances are just right.

Bucky whimpers and reaches down impulsively to cover Steve’s hand where it rests on his belly, but not to pull it away. “Alpha,” he chirps again, fingers curling over Steve’s larger ones.

“This okay?” Steve checks, his eyes scanning his face for even a hint of discomfort.

But he finds none, and Bucky nods his head in fast approval. “Yeah, yes.”

It’s still achingly vulnerable, having Steve touching this soft, imperfect part of him; but it’s intimate, too, and Bucky wants more of that. He wants Steve to make love to him this way, an Alpha with his omega—capital A, lowercase o.

“S’been so long,” he breathes, his voice hitching as his emotions finally catch up with him. Ridiculously, he starts to feel tearful. He’s missed having this with his mate so much. “So long, Stevie.”

“Baby,” Steve coos. “Don’t cry.”

Bucky sniffles shyly and tucks his face into Steve’s neck, feeling stupid. “Can’t help it,” he mumbles.

Steve’s fingers massage his bond mark and he kisses his temple soothingly. The hand that was on his stomach snakes around, dipping underneath his lower back and tugging them even closer together. “You gonna let me?” he asks. “Gonna let Alpha make you cum again and again?”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah? Gonna let me give you another bite, make it a good one? Mark you up again for everybody to see?”

Bucky whines and nods, drawing his knees up, wrapping his legs around Steve’s hips and tilting his pelvis to make himself available to his mate. “Please,” he begs. “Please, yes, Steve. I want it, please.”

Steve rumbles deep in his chest and slots their mouths together in a brief, aggressive kiss, then pulls back swiftly and manhandles him onto his belly, pulling him up by the hips into presenting. Bucky cries out in surprise but goes willingly, widening his knees on the bed and pushing his ass back into Steve’s groping hands. “Good boy,” Steve praises, Voice dipping down into that register that’s low and rumbly and lets Bucky know that his Alpha is very pleased with him.

Bucky grunts and wiggles happily until Steve’s hand appears at the back of his neck and pushes down: a wordless, forceful ‘Stay’ that makes him shiver and whine with impatience. “Nnnh.”

The hand flattens at his nape and slowly drags down the length of his spine, appreciative and greedy. “Aw, Sweetheart,” Steve breathes, hips rocking forward. “You’re perfect. Absolutely perfect, y’hear me?” He curses quietly as he digs his fingers into the fat of Bucky’s hips, watches his cock dragging through the wet valley of his ass. “Jesus wept, Honey. Lookit you. Wet dream come to fucking life, I swear.”

Steve only curses this much when he’s incredibly turned on, and the knowledge that it’s his doing has Bucky slicking up even worse than before. He whines and scrubs his face against the bedding as he feels his hole pulse and leak, the slick tickling as it trails down his taint and balls. “Steve,” he pleads, relieved when Steve grabs his hips and continues to take control.

“Shh, s’okay, you’re okay. I’m gonna give you what you need. Gonna take it slow.” His fingers appear at his backside, slipping through all the slick, wetting them up in him. He starts to press in with one finger. “Real slow,” he murmurs. He fucks him on just that one finger, for far longer than he would normally do, taking his time in Bucky’s body, in relearning this touch with him. Bucky makes a miserable noise against the bedsheets and Steve hums, pleased. “Yeah? How’s that feel, Sweetheart?”

Bucky whines and nods, his cheek dragging on the sheets. He feels Steve curling over him, his chest pressing up against his back and then the finger sliding deeper. Bucky moans as it grazes over his prostate. “Oh, God.”

“Uh huh.” Steve’s breath hits right at his ear. He plants his left forearm alongside Bucky’s, holding himself up as he fingers him. Right next to Bucky’s face, their pinky fingers hook together, flesh over metal. Steve kisses the shell of his ear and whispers, “Bucky, honey. You’re so swollen inside, I can feel it.” He strokes his finger, curling gently over that spot that makes Bucky’s vision go blotchy. “I want you to cum like this first,” he whispers. “On my hand a couple’a times. Right on Alpha’s fingers. Okay?”

Bucky sobs and nods. “Yeah,” he breathes. “Steve, please.” He can feel the orgasm coalescing already, the pleasure of Steve’s finger pulling him closer on every pass. “Please, please.”

“Shhh. Remember: slow,” he reminds him, and Bucky’s guts twist up in further delicious arousal and frustration. Steve doesn’t try to edge him, though. He lets him have it, working him up to it steadily, not rushing, kissing his neck again and again as he fucks him on one finger and then two.

That added fullness is what makes Bucky unravel, his body pulsing as he gasps and suddenly falls into his second orgasm.

Steve talks him through it, never stopping the whispered encouragements against his ear: “There we go. That’s it, baby, that’s it. So good.”

Bucky collapses to his stomach, and Steve follows him down, gently nudging his knees inside of Bucky’s to make a space for himself. Bucky complies, boneless from his climax. “Stevie,” he slurs.

“Right here, baby.” He presses up all along his back, covering him with warmth. “I’m right here.” His hands slide up Bucky’s arms and cover his hands at either side of his head. Bucky moans quietly as Steve laces their fingers together and gives a squeeze. “Hey, gorgeous.” He rolls his hips, cock slotting into place. “You’re so wet.”

“Y-yeah.”

Steve rocks leisurely against him and Bucky hums at how slick it is, enjoying the intimacy of rubbing together full-body. He lets his eyes slip closed as he soaks it all in: Steve’s heavy weight, his scent, the scratch of his beard and the heat of his breath in the crook of Bucky’s neck. He wishes they could stay like this forever.

“You feel so good,” he whispers. “I love you.”

“Love you too, Sweetheart.” Steve drags his lips over the sensitive skin of his bondmark. “Can I fuck you, baby?” he asks softly. “You want that, hm? Want Alpha inside of you?”

Bucky is glad that Steve can’t see his face, because his eyes are wet from pleasured, overly-emotional tears, and this way he doesn’t have to bother being embarrassed over what a sap this pregnancy has turned him into. He nods and scrubs his cheek against the bedcovers. “Yeah,” he rasps. “Yeah, Steve. Please.”

Steve hums and kisses him once more, before he reaches down and lines his cock up, dragging the head wetly across his rim a few times with increasing pressure, until it catches. Bucky tenses, because it’s been so long since they’ve done this, and because the last event of real significance that involved his asshole had been childbirth, but Steve soothes him with a sucking kiss to his bondmark. “Relax,” he murmurs, pushing in at the same time and making Bucky gasp softly. “Shh, there you go. See?”

“Ohh.” Bucky’s eyelids flutter as he’s slowly filled. “Steve.”

“Uh huh.” Steve’s hips kiss his ass as he sinks home all the way. “Juust like that,” he purrs, grinding against him and staying deep inside. “S’it feel nice?”

“Uh huh,” Bucky breathes, lips parted and eyes closed, brow furrowed at how full he is. “Yeah, Stevie … oh …”

Steve chuckles and kisses his shoulder. “You feel amazing,” he whispers, before he experiments with moving a little more. He keeps pulsing his hips, rocking languidly, gradually building up to a slow pace.

He fucks him gently then, not pulling back to get on his knees or gain any kind of leverage. Instead he stays close, deep; plastered to his back and dragging his cock against his sensitive insides over and over so perfectly. When it pulls a tortured moan from Bucky's throat, Steve encourages him with soft, sucking kisses against his glands. “S’okay.”

“God, Steve.”

“Uh huh. Juust like that. I remember how you like it. Alpha's got you, baby.” Steve sounds like he’s getting close, too, voice laboured as he grunts against Bucky’s neck. “You gonna, ugh, gonna cum again, mamma?”

Bucky whines and nods. “This time,” he begs. “Please, please. Do it.”

The two of them share a bond, and that’s probably the main reason why Steve’s able to tell what he means.

He doesn’t disappoint, either, fucking him smoothly right into another orgasm and timing it perfectly. As soon as Bucky’s body goes rigid and his breath stutters in his throat, Steve’s biting down hard over his bondmark, breaking the skin and piercing the swollen glands beneath. Bucky sobs and comes harder and longer than he has in a long time, crying from how impossibly good it feels.

It’s compounded by the sudden groan that Steve lets out and the rapid inflation of his knot, as the bite sets him off as well: “Nngh!”

While Steve is stuck inside him and lost to his own pleasure, Bucky’s able to rock himself to one more, toe-curlingly delicious orgasm before he finally lets himself go boneless on the bed, fully sated. He knows when Steve is done coming, because the alpha becomes more attentive again, his hands running over Bucky like he’s checking him for injuries sustained. If Bucky hadn’t just come four times, he might've been able to spare a chuckle over it. “Hey,” he says instead. “M’fine, babe.”

“Yeah?” Steve sounds pleased. He gives his hips a lazy roll against Bucky’s ass and nuzzles his freshly-bitten bondmark, groaning at the pheromones that hit him. He licks a big, fat swipe over it with his tongue, groaning and making Bucky hiss. “Mmm," he murmurs. "You’re bleeding."

“Duh.”

Steve growls. “Be nice to your Alpha,” he Voices, and Bucky shivers pleasantly. Steve notices the reaction and gloats. “Hmm. Maybe we should start biting more often.”

“How often?” Bucky’s halfway through a yawn as he says it, and he feels Steve shrug against his back.

“Once a month?”

He chokes. “Steve!”

“What?” Steve’s snickering. “I like a well-scarred bondmark. S’romantic.”

“It’s fucking primeval is what it is, you caveman.” Bucky scolds, rolling his eyes. He clenches down purposefully hard on Steve’s knot, smiling at the surprised—Hngnn!—he gets for it. “We already do it on our anniversary every year.”

“And sometimes on Valentine’s,” Steve supplies.

“Exactly. Any more than that and people’ll think we have a fetish.”

“Well, maybe we do,” he purrs, kissing the bite. “And it is what the medical professionals are recommending, after all.”

“Ha, yeah.”

“... You’re really okay though?” Steve checks. “None of that bothered you? The Voicing, or the—”

“Shh. No. I loved it.” Bucky lets his eyes fall closed. He can still feel his pulse thrumming beneath his skin, bringing the delicious ache and throb of his glands to the forefront. “Every part of it,” he sighs.

Steve laces their fingers together. “Good. ‘Cause I take doctor's orders very seriously, you know.” He rumbles deep in his chest and gives a dirty grind against their tie. “We gotta keep you healthy, Buck. Gotta make sure you’re properly … stimulated.”

“You suck so bad,” Bucky groans. “Your permission to know my medical information is rescinded.”

“Aw, don’t be that way. I can dick you down again in like, an hour, if you want? Probably. Two hours, tops.”

Bucky yawns, humming as he pretends to consider it. “Tempting offer, but how ‘bout you cuddle me ‘till I pass out, instead?” he says, because he really does think the other night was a fluke, and that he’s destined to be awakened by a baby monitor within the next few hours. Steve wraps his strong arms around him and pulls them to lie on their sides. They spoon like that and enjoy the closeness while they wait for Steve’s knot to go down. Bucky gets goosebumps when Steve starts caressing lazily up and down his side. “Mm, that’s nice.”

“Mmhm.” Steve slots his fingers into the trigger points for the prosthetic. “Let’s take this off,” he whispers, kissing the shell of his ear.

It’s Bucky’s fucked up ear—a place where he’s usually squirmy and uncomfortable about Steve touching, let alone kissing, but right now it doesn’t bother him at all. Too many endorphins surging through his system, he supposes.

“Okay,” he agrees, since he doesn’t really love sleeping with the arm on anyway (he’s got this paranoia that one day he’ll sleep-punch Steve in the middle of a nightmare or something), and then lies there and listens to the sounds that the arm makes as it’s triggered to disengage from his body. He can’t actually feel anything other than some vague, mechanical movements deep in the arm’s very internal workings. It doesn’t hurt. And then it comes off, a sudden release of weight and tension that Bucky hadn’t even realized was there. He moans quietly at the feeling. “Nnh. Thanks Stevie.”

“You’re welcome.” Steve sets the arm out of the way and resumes his gentle stroking and caressing along Bucky's side, venturing up higher to where the anchor site for the arm begins, implanted permanently into his body.

Bucky can sense his husband looking down at it, can feel the pads of his fingers exploring thoughtfully over the texture of scars and metal edging. He sighs, feeling wistful. “Do you ever wonder what it would’ve been like, if we’d met before?”

Behind him, Steve stills. He’s quiet for a long moment, and just when Bucky thinks he’s not going to answer at all, his caressing starts back up again and he hooks his chin over Bucky’s shoulder. “Sometimes, in a general way," he admits. "But then ... it wouldn't be the you I fell in love with, would it? We wouldn’t be us.” He worms his other arm under his waist and hugs them closer together. “Maybe we’d have less nightmares between the two of us, less therapy,"

Bucky snorts.

"But I wouldn’t choose anything but this. Nothing would be the same if we hadn't met the way we did, y'know? You probably would’ve stayed in college, focused on your career, maybe put off kids too long. I wouldn't have joined Shield, Peggy wouldn't have moved away.” He kisses the ruined edge of Bucky’s ear again, so tender and slow that Bucky knows he’s doing it intentionally. “Just think: Becca wouldn’t exist. And we wouldn’t have Sarah or Gabe, 'cause you and I never would’ve met.”

“We might’ve.”

“Mm, doubtful.”

Bucky grumbles, displeased at that hypothetical, and Steve hugs him and coos in agreement, “Shh. I know, I know. That would be awful. I’m just saying: you can’t trade the good for the bad. It’s a package deal. And you know what? I’m happy with my package.” He seals his mouth to the fresh bite wound and gives a powerful suck, popping off with a wet sound and a pleased growl. “Very very happy with my package.”

Bucky’s too gooey and in love and fucked out to get the delivery just right, but he at least manages to wiggle his butt against their tie and mutter out a tired but saucy little, “Mmm, yeah. I like your package, too.”

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The Things We Do For Love - Stucky, Explicit, Mobster!Bucky & Oblivious!Househusband!Steve

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Summary: It’s Christmas and Steve is struggling with the holiday season in the rich neighborhood where he's moved in with his husband and their adopted teenagers, Wanda and Pietro.

Steve is a stay-at-home dad who gets easily overwhelmed by the expectations of their uptight neighbors. His husband, Bucky, is in import-export and is rarely home. But when he is, their life is heaven.

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Summary: Whilst in an argument, Bucky says something that he will always regret.

Warnings: language, injuries, canon level violence, death, Bucky’s kind of a jerk, female reader, past/child abuse/torture, past sexual assault (implied)

Word Count: 3,396

A/N: Idea brought to me by @whumppromptoftheday

Bucky and you weren’t close by any means. He was just another member of the newly formed Avengers, and you didn’t mind keeping it that way. Sure, you had a lot in common, but he didn’t seem like the kind of person who would trauma bond.

It was your first time going on a mission with him. He was as broody as Sam said he was. Also the staring thing, that was also pretty accurate. You could practically feel the distaste rolling off of his body. You never did anything, yet he looked at you as if you caused all his problems.

Before both of you got ready to leave, he grabbed your bicep and muttered, “I wanted to do this alone. Don’t get in my way.”

Without another word he dropped down without a parachute. Rolling your eyes at his dramatics, you followed his lead—with a parachute because you weren’t an idiot with a death wish.

He had already begun to abandon you when you were getting rid of your parachute. Huffing in frustration, you had to run to keep up with his long strides.

Once you got into the base, things would get better. Or at least you hoped so. Just a simple get in, get out and head to the safe house not far from there.

It was cold and damp. There were spots of blood on the floor, some big splotches and others were just little drops.

Since it was labelled as inactive, you both had figured that it would be a low pressure mission. How wrong you both were.

The first shot nearly gave you a heart attack. Never in your life had you ducked so quickly. Good thing for that too, or it would be your blood on the floor.

You could hear your partner curse ahead of you as he pulled out his gun. Another shot rang out, this time from Bucky. It hit the target square in the chest. Probably enough to kill him.

“Don’t get killed,” he ever so helpfully grumbled your way. You just rolled your eyes and brushed off your trousers. Thus far, you weren’t liking that attitude of his.

You did notice, however, that he stayed closer to you now that you both knew about the threat there was. You wished you could chalk it up to him actually caring about you, but you figured he just didn’t want to deal with a sad Sam and all the paperwork he’d have to fill out.

Pausing in your steps, you heard the familiar sound of boots against concrete. They were coming down the stairs and fast. Bucky must have noticed that too, given his tense stance. As soon as the door opened, hellfire reigned loose. Both you and Bucky shot the ones you could, leaving the rest to sneak up from behind.

You saw a man coming for Bucky and shot him clean in the forehead. “Don’t get killed,” you huffed out. Was that petty? Sure. Was it worth it? Hell yeah.

“Fuck!” You cursed, feeling a sharp pain in your side. Someone nicked you with a bullet, that much was obvious.

Shrugging it off, you resumed fighting until all the men were down. Holstering your gun, you made sure that your grumpy partner was still alive and scowling. He was, not to your surprise.

You both made your way into the room where they kept the information and decided to split up. You had communication devices if you needed each other. What was the worst that could happen?

Inserting the USB into the machines, you made sure to transfer all the files to it. The door burst open, and you caught sight of some more goons. Sighing, you left your position to kick some ass.

The men were clearly strong and well-trained. That much you could tell from their stance. They weren’t, however, the most wise, which didn’t come as a surprise.

The first man to throw a punch was obviously eager. You dodged it easily and threw a punch back at him. It didn’t do much, considering that he was practically towering over you and packing with muscles. Unfortunately you weren’t quick enough to dodge the second hit. Pain erupted in your jaw and you could taste the copper from the blood that was pooling in your mouth.

Not wasting any time, you hit him back hard. The satisfying crunch of bones reverberated through your mind as your fist met his nose. Blood began seeping out of his nostrils as he cursed.

You spit the blood from your mouth and geared up for more, when someone grabbed you from behind. Grunting and squirming, you tried to get out of his grasp, but he had a tight hold on you.

“Let’s get this bitch to boss, I’m sure he’ll enjoy this little spitfire.”

You yelled in anger at his comment as you flung your head back to hit his face. His arms instantly loosened and you quickly used that to your advantage. You kicked the man and punched him in the jaw, ready to be done with this mission as soon as possible.

You froze when you heard your name.

A sickening feeling grew in your gut as your mind reeled. He was dead. He was supposed to be dead. You saw him die yourself.

Turning, you saw the man that haunted your days standing in front of you. He wore his typical suit, looking put together and handsome as ever—not to you though. His looks were lost on you ever since that fateful day.

“I can’t believe you’re back, darling. God, how I’ve missed you!” He smiled joyously. As if he were happy to see the person that tried to kill him. He must have noticed the confusion on your face, for he began to speak again.

“I know it must be confusing for you, but did you really think that you could get rid of me that easily? I own you.”

You shivered at his words, tears gathering in your eyes. You felt like you were a kid again. A kid that was at the mercy of a cruel man. His little puppet to do what he pleased.

“No… no… you… you’re,” you couldn’t form words. All of the strength you felt whilst beating that man up, vanished. You were suddenly back in that room. Back in that abhorrent white room. A frightened child.

He moved closer to you while you were distracted. He brushed some hair that had fallen loose behind your ear. You didn’t even flinch. Just as you were trained. “It’s time to come home, my little butterfly.”

A rush of white hot rage flooded your body. How could he stand there knowing what he did to you? How dare he touch you as if you were his to touch? You grabbed his hand and twisted it. His wrist practically broke with the pressure you were applying. Within seconds, he called his goons to help him. He was always dependent on others to do his dirty work for him. And he didn’t want to directly harm his little butterfly.

Fists collided with your body as you tried to fight them off. Somewhere in the fight there was a knife that ended up tearing through your skin. A scream resounded through the air, chilling the boss.

“Don’t damage her, you fools!” He yelled. His precious butterfly may have been naughty, but he could fix you. He had many times before. He just had to break you again, remind you who’s in charge.

The men didn’t listen and continued to attack you. The knife met your flesh again and sent a searing pain to your torso.

You didn’t register the resonating sound of bullets until all the men around you were lying dead. A hard-faced Bucky at the door, gun in hand. He looked at your trembling body and cursed under his breath. He knew he should have done this mission alone.

You looked over to see the man that haunted you bleeding out. If Bucky weren’t there, you’d probably cry. Bucky, however, was very much in the same room as you, and you didn’t need any more of a reason for him to think you were weak.

Getting off the ground, you grunted in pain. You could feel his eyes on you as you took out the USB that now had all the files stored on it. “Let’s go,” you muttered, embarrassed that he had to save you.

The trek to the safe house was uneventful to say the least. Neither of you spoke a word, leaving only the sound of your footsteps and nature surrounding you. It was nice. Or it might have been if you weren’t bleeding out.

When you got into the two bedroom safe house, you expected Barnes to hide himself away. What you weren’t expecting was him to boss you around. “Sit down and take off your shirt.”

“Damn, at least buy me a drink first,” you chuckled, before wincing as you realised how much it hurt to laugh. He wasn’t amused. You sighed and reluctantly took off your top that was now blood stained.

“Jesus Christ, doll,” he murmured after seeing how badly beaten up you got. He didn’t think it was going to be that bad.

“You should see the other guys,” you smirked.

“Yeah because of me,” he grumpily pointed out as he began to clean out your wounds.

You huffed, “hey, I had them on the ropes for your information.”

His hands paused, remembering that line from long long ago. It made him swallow to remember his friend. The friend that left him. Not that he ever blamed Steve for wanting a better life. Not like he blamed Steve for leaving him behind to pick up all those broken pieces.

“You good, tin man?” You prodded, noticing the far off look in his eyes. Instantly his eyes returned to your wounds and his face returned to his typical scowl. “You know, maybe you should smile more.”

“Excuse me?” Barnes raised a brow. No one dared talk to him this way. Well, maybe Sam. But Sam was different.

“You’re excused.” You looked him over. “Maybe you’d have more friends if you smiled more.”

He rolled his eyes as he prepared the needle to begin stitching you up. “Believe it or not, I don’t think that’s the problem.”

“Oh yeah? Then what is?”

“Oh, I don’t know, doll. Maybe the fact that I was a brainwashed murderer.”

“So?” You questioned, not understanding his point. Sure he was a murderer, but now he was a good guy.

“So… no one would want to be friends with me. Plus, it’s not like anyone else could relate to what I’ve been through.”

Looking back, you chalked it up to the pain. That was why you were still talking. That was why you hadn’t shut your big mouth. “I understand what you’ve been through,” you said.

He scoffed, “oh really, doll? Were you subjugated to an electroshock chair that fried your brain? Were you given a hack job to your arm after you lost it after falling off of a train? Were you beaten and whipped and tortured?”

You didn’t say a word. That was probably the most you had ever heard him speak. And he spoke with such anger. It almost scared you.

“Yeah, didn’t think so,” he darkly chuckled, lowering his head to focus on the stitches.

“I was tortured.” Bucky lifted his head to look at you. “Not like you, but tortured nonetheless.”

“It’s not the same,” he dismissed. He couldn’t allow himself to get attached. His resolve had been fading ever since he saw you getting beat to a pulp in that room. He couldn’t allow himself to let you into his life. That was why he never spoke to you. Because he knew that you were too good. You were too good for the world and certainly too good for him. He finished off the stitches, hoping that he could go away now that you’d been taken care of. He began to repack the first aid kit.

“No,” you frowned, thinking. “But I understand your pain.”

“How?” Looking back on it, raising his voice probably wasn’t the best way to go about it. But he was angry. Angry at himself for letting you get this far into his stone-cold heart, angry at you for tearing down his walls like you were the Hulk, angry at the world for being so goddamn unfair.

“You’re not the only one that has been a prisoner!”

“Well, clearly you got it easy,” he yelled back at you, gesturing to your body that had no scars or blemishes besides the ones you had earned today.

You stepped back as if physically hit. You might as well have been with the way it made your heart wrench and your gut twist. Tears formed in your eyes as you recalled all of those horrible treacherous sessions. All of those days you thought you’d never escape.

“You don’t know anything,” you had muttered so low that he probably wouldn’t have heard it if it weren’t for his enhanced hearing.

“Oh yeah? Then what was so terrible you think you could compare it to me? I’m fucked up and you are the image of perfection. How the hell do you think you can compare to me?”

It didn’t register; the fact that he literally just called you perfect. You were far from perfect. You just kept everything inside too well.

You couldn’t believe the words coming out of his mouth. Sure, he wasn’t the best at interacting with people, but—at least to your knowledge—he had never treated anyone with such hatred and disrespect. It hurt. Maybe you were but a metaphorical punching bag for the world to use.

“You don’t know what happened to me.”

“Oh yeah?” Barnes challenged. “Enlighten me.”

He hated seeing you like this. He just wanted to wipe those tears away and apologise. Why was he being such a dick? Realistically, he knew why. He was a master of destruction. Everything he touched fell to ruin. That was the only thing he was good at: messing stuff up.

“I don’t remember having a normal life,” you sniffed. Were you really just going to lay it all out for him? No. You couldn’t. No one on the team knew. Not even Nat or Wanda had known. And you’d be damned if James Barnes would be the first person you told. “Long story short, I grew up in captivity and was tortured.”

He huffed, clearly not impressed. Whatever. You didn’t need to impress him.

You retired to your room, done with his bullshit and done with the shitty day you had. You just wanted to curl up in a ball and go to sleep.

Meanwhile, Bucky had grabbed the USB and plugged it into his laptop. It took a while for all the files to load up, but he noticed right away there were some files about you.

Now normally Bucky wouldn’t pry, but he wouldn’t get the answers anywhere else. No harm no foul, right?

Besides, what could be so horrible that you couldn’t even mention it? He didn’t see any scars on your body, so it couldn’t have been anything like what he went through. And there you were trying to convince him that you knew his pain. Lord only knows how many times someone told him that. Trying to make him feel better or whatever bullshit they came up with. You were the same as everyone else. Just pitying him. He hated pity. Especially from you.

What he didn’t expect to see were detailed reports of missions you had gone on before the Avengers hired you. He never knew about this. It was bad. Definitely not anywhere near the same as him, but still pretty bad.

Senators, governors, influential leaders and businessmen, civilians, you name it. You had quite the red-stained ledger.

Another file led him to a completely different route. It reminded him of the files Hydra kept on him. The ones that recorded his daily moods, behaviours, and whatever they did to him. Except these files were more personal. Almost like a diary. He shouldn’t be doing this, but it’s not your diary, so technically he’s not in the wrong… right?

He spends the whole night hunched over his laptop screen. The further he goes the more horrified he feels. Nothing can explain the way he feels when he gets to the end.

You were eight years old.

Eight fucking years old when that bastard… when he…

It hurt to think about. The detailed descriptions of his twisted sense of love for you. The way he thought that his love could be reciprocated by a child. That man’s mind was twisted. Bucky had half of a mind to go out and torture him himself. The only problem is, he didn’t know where to start. It’s not like he could ask you. To your knowledge, you didn’t even know he knew. He wanted to keep it that way.

Guilt began creeping its way into the crevices of his heart. He had no right to read that. He knew it from the very beginning, but he ignored it. That warning bell, ringing in his head. He ignored every red flag. Too focused on figuring you out to care about how you might feel if he did it.

The next morning, you noticed the USB had been plugged into the laptop that Barnes brought along. You wondered what could be on it, so you opened the laptop without any second thought. After all, these were about to become Avenger’s property. You’re an Avenger. You have the right to look at the files you had stolen.

Your heart came to a stop when you saw the files pulled up. They were about you. They were about a frightened eight-year-old girl that didn’t know any better. A girl that had been through too much to be considered a child anymore.

You slammed the laptop shut, wanting to burn it. Now the secret was out. What you had tried so hard to keep under wraps was now out in the open. He had probably told someone about it already. Your reputation was doomed. Not only that, but you felt violated. A feeling you were all too familiar with. But never from one of your Avenger teammates. You thought you were safe. Maybe he was right. You’ll never escape him. He owns you. You are his. Even dead, his iron grip holds steady.

Bucky walked into the room to see you on the couch. Your eyes were red, brimming with tears. They had a far off look in them that told him you weren’t all there. His heart dropped to his stomach when he saw the laptop sitting on your lap. He was quick to come over to you. He took the laptop and tossed it aside. “Doll? Hey, c’mon it’s okay. You’re okay. You’re safe. I’ve got you.”

You didn’t know why, but you let him hold you as the sobs you’ve been holding in were released. You just wanted to feel safe, to feel cared for. Damn all the consequences. You were screwed anyway.

His hand soothingly ran over your back as you buried your face into his chest.

Bucky wasn’t a touchy person. You knew that. Hell, everyone knew that. So why was he allowing this? Surely he must be disgusted with you. Everything you have done. At least he had the excuse of being brain fried. You had no excuse other than manipulation because you were weak. You still were weak if the state of you sobbing into a man’s chest was any indication.

“We can delete those files if you want,” Bucky mumbled once your sobs had quieted. You furrowed your brows, pulling away from his hold.

“You… you’d let me do that?”

“Of course, doll,” he assured you, gently rubbing his thumb against your arm. Anything to soothe you. Anything to make you feel safe. He’d walk through hell and back to make sure you never had to see anything that had to do with your past ever again.

“Why?”

“Because you deserved better.”

Your lip trembled as you saw the sincerity on his face. “You won’t tell the others?”

“It’s not my story to tell.”

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