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Neighborhood watch
Title: Neighborhood watch
Summary: You and your husbands retired.
Square N3 filled for @stuckybingo: Free Space - Domestic Stucky
Card Number: R4081
Creator: Holylulu
Rating: Teen
Square N2 filled for @allcapsbingo: established relationship
Square 11 filled for @lgbtqbingo: Free Space - Domestic Stucky
Pairing: Stucky x Reader
Warnings: Bucky/Y/N being nosy neighbors, fun, fluff, domestic Stucky, America’s ass :), a hint of jealous Steve, reader like to check a cute ass out
Words: 1k+
Divider by @firefly-graphics
“Doll? Baby doll?" Bucky strolls into the living room in search of you. He releases a shuddery breath when his eyes land on you. The former winter soldier is always afraid something could happen to you. “Did you not hear me, Y/N?”
Watching your new neighbors from behind the curtains is something you enjoy doing. That’s why you don’t hear Bucky call your name. “Babe, what’s so interesting?”
He steps closer to look out the window. There is a mover team carrying furniture and boxes into the house across the street.
“We got new neighbors,” you explain. “I wanted to know if they could be trusted. I don’t know. What do you think, Babe?"
“I haven't talked to them yet. We can check their background when Steve is back from Sam’s place,” Bucky dips his head to look at you.
“You know that not every new neighbor is an assassin, right?” you sigh as Bucky gets his phone out to note the license plate and description of your new neighbors. “Bucky, I was just a nosy neighbor. Boring and normal. Stop acting like a creep.”
“Doll you are the one watching the new neighbors like a creep,” Bucky tuts. “Lemme do my job and protect you and Stevie. You never know if they are not working for Hydra.”
“Hydra?” you huff. “Let them come.”
Bucky couldn’t be prouder of you. When you tell him his training with you has paid off, he smiles.
“What are we watching today?”
You freeze as Steve steps into the room. He caught you red-handed and now, you try to find an excuse for watching your neighbors.
"Uh, we were checking the lawn. Bucky wanted to know if he had to mow it again," you lie. You don’t want to lie to Steve, but you agreed on living a simple and safe life after he decided to give the shield to Sam.
“Bucky, baby,” Steve sternly says. “Is that true?”
"We watched our new neighbors move in. It’s a pleasant neighborhood and we wanted to know who moved in across the street.”
“You spied on them,” Steve concludes. He walks to Bucky to peck his husband’s cheek. “Y/N, I’m disappointed in you. You just lied to me.”
“What? No…I just…” you whine when Steve cups Bucky’s face to kiss him fiercely. “That’s not fair! Bucky was the one taking notes. He accused them of being with Hydra.”
“Y/N. Bucky,” Steve stops you from fighting. “I already checked on our new neighbors.”
Your head snaps toward Steve as you ask, "You did? When? How? Why didn’t you tell us so?”
“Doll, we retired but this doesn’t mean our enemies got the message," Steve smirks when you step toward him to cup the back of his neck and kiss him. “Hmm…baby doll ate strawberries today.”
“We both did,” Bucky purrs. “I fed her strawberries while we prepared dinner tonight. You have missed so much, Stevie. Y/N finally peeled an onion without crying her eyes out.”
“You helped her, didn’t you?” he asks. “I know you better than you know yourself. You’d do anything for Y/N.”
“He only peeled it…and cut it and…” you giggle as Bucky covers your mouth with his flesh hand.
“Y/N just needed some help with the onions. I can’t watch her cry. Even if they are not real tears.”
“You’ve got a weak spot for our wife.”
You grin.
“She’ll do anything to help us, Stevie. Cutting the onions for her was nothing,” Bucky shrugs. “Now, back to our new neighbors. Anything we should know?”
“Hmm…” Steve looks out the window. “Fury checked on them for me.” You watch Steve get his phone out. He unlocks it to open the document Fury sent to him this morning.
“Our newly arrived neighbors are Louisa and Cherise Milton. Louisa is an elementary school teacher, Cherise is a bookkeeper. They have been married for five years and bought the house three months ago. No police record.”
“I don’t trust them,” Bucky turns back around to stare out of the window. “What if they are undercover?"
“She’s got a cute ass in those shorts,” you say. “A pretty little thing. Her wife is a lucky woman.”
“What?” Steve huffs. “Uh-aren’t we pretty enough? I thought you love my ass!”
“I love it,” Bucky looks at his husband up and down. “Yeah, I love it, baby.”
“It’s still America's ass,” you giggle. “Do you think they are trustworthy neighbors or people wanting to kill us in our sleep?”
“Great, now you made it,” Steve sighs deeply as Bucky switches to protective mode. He checks the windows and closes the curtains. “Buck, she was joking.”
Steve follows Bucky around the house. “Baby, they are harmless. Trust me.”
“Last time I trusted you the coffee maker almost killed Alpine,” Bucky stops in his tracks to point at the white cat following him and Steve. “I won’t let anyone hurt my two people or Alpine.”
“Bucky baby,” you run after Bucky. “I was joking. They won’t try to kill us. Let’s just forget about them and have dinner.”
“No! I will check the windows and doors first.”
“You remember that Edith is still running security at our house, right?” Steve sighs as his husband doesn't listen. “Baby, I swear they are harmless, and Fury made sure someone is keeping an eye on them.”
Bucky asks, "What?" and you jerk your head toward your husband. “Steve, what are you hiding from us?”
“You’re not the only ones wanting to make sure we can enjoy retirement and live a normal life. The background check didn't satisfy Fury."
“Now you got me really worried," you huff. “Bucky let’s check the house together. Stevie, follow us. We got to stay together not like people in a horror movie always walking around a creepy house alone…”
“Y/N…Bucky,” Steve groans. “I was joking… Babes? Hey…”
Steve needed almost an hour to convince you and Bucky that your new neighbors are no threat. He regretted his joke and apologized repeatedly during dinner.
Now you are cuddling on the sofa like most nights. You are resting your back against Steve’s chest while Bucky places his head in your lap.
“Do you think they are planning to mow their lawn soon? It looks awful," you ask.
Steve and Bucky start laughing at your question.
You decide to keep a close eye on your new neighbors. No matter what Fury and Steve say...
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#lgbtqbingo#stuckybingo#allcapsbingo#stucky x reader#stucky x you#steve rogers#bucky barnes#stucky x y/n#Neighborhood watch#fluff
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Sun (Alpha Steve x omega Bucky)
Uncersored here: Twitter/Pillowfort
Stucky Bingo (@stuckybingo) - Square I1: Alpha Steve
#stucky#stucky fanart#steve x bucky#stevebucky#alpha steve rogers#omega bucky barnes#a/b/o#a/b/o fanart#steve rogers#bucky barnes#my fanart#stuckybingo#stucky bingo
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written for round 5 @stuckybingo, square I5 - Looking after each other
wordcount: 1411
pairing: Steve/Bucky
additional tags: fluff, kidfic, general silliness, slice of life, dorks in love, dorks in love + their baby
Steve never believed in sunscreen, no matter how many times he got the hide scorched off of him. Used to just sit there and let the sun fry his skin, seemingly content to suffer through all the pretty stages of a sunburn, the blistering and the peeling, the stinging and the itching.
The serum just gave his stubborn ass one more excuse to walk outside in all his dumb, unprotected glory.
“You know it’ll have healed by tomorrow anyway,” he would shrug in the face of Bucky’s reasonable worry. But oh, how he’d hiss and cuss through gritted teeth, Later That Same Day, when Bucky inevitably wound up spreading cool aloe over his poor, neon-bright shoulders, the shade of them a hot raw pink that’d probably get them both sued by Mattel sooner or later.
“Fuck. Fuck. I always forget how bad it gets. How do I always forget how bad it gets.”
And it would take a herculean effort for Bucky to refrain from saying ‘I told you so’, but refrain he would; he’d simply smooth his aloe-covered fingers down to the small of Steve’s back, where the tan line made his creamy-pale asscheeks stand out like two (somewhat flabbergasted) halves of a moon, and he’d lean over to whisper-kiss a fond, “Dumbass”, against the crown of Steve’s head.
*
It was fatherhood that flipped that particular switch for Steve.
Already within the first few weeks of her life, Sarah Barnes-Rogers managed a colossal feat which several people, including her very own namesake, had been fruitlessly attempting for no less than a century: knock some sense into her father.
That summer, they brought their five-month-old baby to the beach for the first time, and suddenly Steve’s baseline shifted from a glaring zero, to at least three separate bottles of sunscreen tucked in his backpack at all times – and he wielded them as dramatically and determinedly as King Arthur pulling his sword from the Stone.
“Never thought I’d see the day,” Bucky teased while Steve re-applied lotion on their daughter, and then himself, for the third time in one morning, the delicate scent of coconut wrapped around them like a gentle cloud.
“Protection is important,” retorted his husband, always 101% ready to rise to the challenge, even when it was ridiculous degrees outside and the average human felt distinctly like warm ice cream oozing, slow and tragic, towards an indecorous end on a sizzle-hot curb. Sarah wriggled excitedly in his lap, her pudgy little body slippery like a newborn dolphin.
“Important for you, too? Really? I thought you were gonna heal by tomorrow anyway.”
Steve glared at him, mouth pouting with growing intensity within the neatly groomed frame of his beard.
“We lead by example,” he said petulantly, and since he couldn’t exactly stomp away – at least not with all the dramatic flair required by such indignity as Bucky was willfully subjecting him to – he settled for looking away instead, fixing the hat over Sarah’s ears to keep his hands occupied. Stubborn, mulish smartass. Bucky was sure he’d never loved him quite so ardently as he did in that moment.
He leaned between their loungers and smacked the loudest kiss on Steve’s coconut-scented cheek, not bothering (oh, not too much) to hide his smug grin. “Good.”
*
Now, all things considered, it’s no wonder that Sarah’s grown to be such a sunscreen enthusiast.
The second they hit the beach, she wants nothing better than for Papa to help her get coated in the stuff, from head to wiggly toe; and once the procedure is complete, she’ll scuttle off at lightning speed, drop to the ground, and – to Bucky’s endless horror – roll about until she’s got every bit of her greased-up self nice and caked in sand. Sand which they'll still find sprinkled in every corner, crease and crinkle of every towel, bag and piece of clothing they own for a couple of months at least, but what is parenthood if not self-sacrifice?
Before she gets to that, though, Sarah has her own self-appointed job to do.
She plucks the bottle from Steve’s hand and, as per their private ritual, manhandles him into lying on his belly, announcing with her sweet, recently tooth-gapped smile, “I’ll do your back!”
Steve always indulges her with a smile of his own, and lets her climb onto the small of his back, ready to surrender himself to Sarah’s loving, if somewhat fierce ministrations.
For once, though, she doesn’t simply smear the lotion around with her usual excitement. On the contrary, she holds the bottle up and squeezes it meticulously, her brow scrunched up in concentration as she works with slow, strangely deliberate moves.
It’s only after a minute or so that Bucky really sees what she’s trying to do; and by then, her masterpiece is all but complete. The sight of it makes his heart clench with unexpected fondness.
“Daddy! Daddy, can you take a picture? I wanna show Papa, please!”
He takes one look at her hopeful little face, at the blond curls falling over her eyes, the sun-kissed freckles already crowding the bridge of her nose so early in the summer, and there’s no way in hell he’d ever even dream of saying no.
“’Course, baby,” he says, reaching for his phone with no further ado.
“Show me what?” Steve pipes up, twisting his neck to try and peek over his shoulder. “What’re you guys doing back there?”
“Nuh-uh,” Bucky tuts, pushing Steve’s head back down to rest atop his crossed arms, “you stay put for a second, doll. Can’t ruin this shot. Alright, here we go.” The camera clicks softly, once. “Hm. Nope.” Twice. “Eh– almost.” Thrice. “Ha! There. Perfect.”
He helps Sarah down from her perch on Steve’s back, very, very careful not to smudge her precious work, then hands her the smartphone. “Go ahead, baby, show Papa what a good job you did.”
In her eagerness, Sarah all but shoves the phone right in Steve’s face, with a squeal of “Pa! Look, look!”, watching him expectantly.
It’s there, on the screen, that Steve finally gets to see it. A message just for him, spanning almost his entire back, spelling, in Sarah’s wonky six-year-old handwriting, “I LOVE YOU PA ♥”, big squiggly heart included.
Steve doesn’t breathe for three whole seconds; and when he starts again, it’s with a soft, awestruck, “Oh.”
And it might be the stark light, or the warm breeze, or the scent of ocean salt in the air, but when he props himself up on his elbows to look at their daughter, his eyes have a familiar, watery shine to them. One of his strong arms wraps around Sarah’s middle and pulls her in, and he plants a kiss on her forehead, smiling all the while. “Love you too, munchkin. It’s beautiful, thank you so much.”
“Yah!”
Satisfied with the feedback, Sarah can finally run off to fulfill her destiny as a pocket-size sand monster. Steve gazes adoringly after her, then lifts his big, gleaming puppy eyes on Bucky, looking about as lovestruck as Bucky’s ever seen him in the last ninety-five years or so.
“Buck,” he says, soft and just, just on the cusp of choked up. How anyone ever thought they could teach this guy not to wear his heart on his sleeve, Bucky’ll never understand.
“Yeah, big guy. I know. I know,” he soothes, hovering close to place a sympathetic kiss on the swell of Steve’s bicep. “Listen, I’m gonna ask a dumb question here.”
Steve blinks up at him, curious.
“Do you maybe want me to fix your back for you, so you don’t actually burn to a crisp?”
And see, the truth is, he already knows the answer. He knows it with even greater certainty when Steve sinks his face in the crook of his own elbow, half laughing, half groaning, and a hundred percent utterly defeated.
Of course not. Of course he’s gonna lie directly in the nearest sunbeam, and let himself bake there until the words are branded onto his skin, pale white on Barbie-box pink, no matter how short-lived they’ll be.
“Yep. Called it.” He gives Steve’s bicep a gentle pat-pat, knowing that in about ten hours, even that will make Steve hiss with unrepentant, self-inflicted pain - and possibly loving him just that wee bit more for this tiniest of derring-do’s. “I’ll make sure to grab some more aloe on our way home.”
#stuckybingo#stucky#rillers scribbles#i like to call this one 'SCREAM SCREAM' or alternatively#'i don't know what i'm doing'#idk i looked at it for so long that eventually it stopped making sense lmao#(says lmao but is actually in despair)#i think maybe there was something else i wanted to say but i'm forgetting#in my defense i'm dizzy and sleep-deprived??#agsdjashjskdh help how do you human
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Tell Them, Honey
Title: Tell Them, Honey
Pairing: Stucky x F!Reader
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 1,235
Tags: Angst, fluff, pining, Steve and Bucky are concerned, Natasha is plotting, Stucky, drinking, metal arm kink, implied fingering, implied sex, explicit language, and I think that's it.
Written For: @comfortember and @stuckybingo
Square(s) Filled: I5 - Metal Arm for Stucky Bingo
Comfortember Day 12: Concern
Beta(s): Just Grammarly
It isn't fair.
How does Fury expect you to focus on anything as an assistant when you're tasked to work with Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes?
The moment you met them, you were knocked off of your feet... almost literally.
You were running late to your first day of work after being stuck in traffic. You'd rushed off the elevator and down the hallway toward the conference room to try and get to your morning meeting on time. Right as you rounded the corner, you smacked into Steve's hard chest and lost your balance. If it hadn't been for Bucky catching you, you'd have hit the floor.
Now, almost two years later, you're just as head over heels for them as you were then, if not more so. It's no secret that the two super soldiers are a couple. They've been together for years, and you'd be lying if you said you haven't thought about what it would be like to be fucked by both of them.
It's a miracle that you've been able to hide your feelings for them this long. Normally, you're easy to read, but maybe it's because everyone you work for and with is always so busy.
Tonight is one of the rare occasions where everyone has the evening off, and Tony, of course, isn't letting it go to waste.
It's nothing formal, but you're still in a shimmery cocktail dress, courtesy of Natasha. She practically had to drag you here, and you haven't left the bar since everyone started arriving.
You scan the crowd and smile at all of the familiar faces. Thor, Loki, Stephen, Bruce, Wanda, Vision, Tony, Pepper, Peter, and so many others seem to be having the time of their lives, and after all they do for the world, they deserve it.
Natasha makes you another rum and coke and slides it down the bar into your hand. You swirl the dark liquid around for a moment and bring the glass to your lips just as Steve and Bucky walk up to order a drink.
"Hey, Nat! Can Bucky and I get some of that stuff Thor always drinks?"
Your eyes drag over their muscular frames and you bite your lip. It really should be a crime to look as good as they do. Steve leans against the bar and smiles at you, his action making Bucky turn around. His metal hand brushes your knee and your breath hitches.
"Oh! I'm sorry, doll. I didn't realize how close I was to you."
Natasha rolls her eyes and begins preparing their drinks. It's a wonder that these two haven't picked up the signs because she certainly knows you want them. Hell, she's stood here and watched you oogle them for the past five minutes. Add this to the list of all the other times, and well, it doesn't take a genius to see that you're infatuated.
You set your drink down with a shaky hand and look down at your lap. "It-It's umm... it's okay..." Smooth...real smooth, Y/N. Now he's going to think you're hurt or something.
Bucky furrows his brow, "hey, are you alright? I didn't hurt you, did I?"
Yep...real fucking smooth. Now you have to talk to them again.
Steve reaches over and tilts your head up with two of his fingers, "you can always tell us anything, sweetheart. Just because you're our assistant doesn't mean you're beneath us."
"I-I'm not hurt. I've just ah...had a long day and am pretty tired."
They don't look convinced, but at least they don't push you any further. Natasha hands over their drinks and shoos them away. Once they've crossed the room she leans across the bar so only you can hear her.
"Tell them, honey."
You choke on your drink, "t-tell who what?"
"Oh, don't play me for a fool, Y/N. You're not as subtle as you think, babe. I, literally, just watched you practically drool over Rogers and Barnes in real time, and it's not the first time either."
You glance over at them for a moment. They're laughing with Thor about something and it makes your heart skip when Bucky leans over to peck Steve on the cheek.
"You're doing it again."
"Doing what?"
She sighs and wipes down the bar top with a damp towel, "staring, Y/N."
You shake your head, "Nat, I can't tell them! They're in a relationship already and it doesn't look like they want to add someone else to the picture. Plus, I don't think they even swing my way, so..." You trail off and she points a finger at you.
"Natasha!" You squeak and blush furiously.
"Those two may have been around for over a century, but I can promise you that they've been with a woman before. I can speak from experience with one of them, and the other may have had a few late nights with one of the USO girls."
You gawk at her as she smirks, "you...you mean... w-with umm...you...Bucky?"
She chuckles and pours herself a martini. "Yes, James and I...we were a thing once. It hasn't happened in years though. Not since Steve got his head out of his ass and told Bucky how he felt. Which you also need to do if I'm being honest." She brings the glass to her lips and smirks again, "oh, and his metal fingers? Fucking fantastic."
"What? I'm sure Steve will agree with me." Her smile widens and she nods over your shoulder. "Let's ask him, shall we? Looks like he's coming over for another round."
You give her a pleading look, "no! Oh, my god...please don't ask him!"
"Ask me what?"
Steve leans against the bar and glances between the two of you quizzically. He notes your flushed skin and shaky hands again and grasps your wrist gently, your pulse thrumming against his fingertips.
"Jesus, sweetheart, you're shaking like a leaf. Are you sure you're feeling okay?"
You open your mouth to answer him, but Natasha beats you to it.
"Oh, she's fine! I was just telling her how skilled Bucky is with those metal fingers of his. You agree with me, right Steve?"
The blonde super soldier looks deep into your eyes and you swear you see them darken a fraction.
"So, you're curious about Bucky's arm, hm?"
"Who's curious about my arm?" The man himself comes up behind Steve and wraps his flesh hand around his waist.
Oh, god...just please let the ground open up and swallow me whole...
You bury your face in your hands and shake your head. "Just, please...forget I was even here. I-I'm sorry... I'm just gonna go to bed."
As you get up to leave, Steve steps into your path and blocks your way. The smirk on his face doesn't ease your mind in the least bit.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, I think we should talk about this, Y/N. Bucky deserves to know what you and Natasha have been talking about over here, now don't you agree?"
Bucky raises an eyebrow curiously, and you nervously play with your hands, "I...um...yes?"
"Good girl," Steve praises and places his big hand on the small of your back.
"Come on, doll, we'll walk you to your room."
Bucky puts an arm on your shoulder and Natasha watches as the three of you head off toward the elevators.
She chuckles and shakes her head, "and my work here is done."
Tagging: @sarahrogersevans @chrisevansdaughter @brandyywar @nerdygingermoose88
#j snow writes#comfortember2022#comfortember 2022#stuckybingo#stucky#stevebucky#steve rogers x bucky barnes#steven grant rogers x james buchanan barnes#stucky x y/n#stucky x reader#stucky x you#bucky barnes#james buchanan barnes#steve rogers#steven grant rogers#captain steve rogers#captain steve rogers x reader#captain america x reader#captain america#sergeant bucky barnes#sergeant james buchanan barnes#sergeant james barnes#sergeant barnes#natasha romanoff
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The Man On The Bridge
Drabble for @catws-anniversary, day 26th prompt — The Smithsonian. Read on Ao3 here.
Also created for: @stuckybingo — Looking after each other & @fandom-free-bingo, wild edition — Amnesia
Fandom: Captain America (Movies)
Rating: Teen and Up Audiences
Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers
Tags: Reflection, Amnesia, Bucky Barnes-centric
Summary: He thinks about the man who spared his life.
Wordcount: 100
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fic: happy accidents (steve/bucky)
Title: Happy Accidents
Author: controlofwhatido
Artist: @auntiesuze
Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning(s): No Archive Warnings Apply
Tags: Captain America Steve Rogers/Modern Bucky Barnes, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Steve Rogers, Omega Bucky Barnes, Mpreg
Summary: Bucky sleeps with one superhero one time and now he’s pregnant. Fuck. Good going, James B. Barnes. One unmated omega father, coming right up. Top that off with his metal arm and he’s really going to be an outcast.
Notes: Written for the 2022/23 @stuckybangs! Art is embedded in Chapter 5.
FIC IS COMPLETE: READ ON AO3
(@stuckybingo O3: Writing format: Present Tense, N5: Kink: Heat/Rut, G5: Arnie Roth, | @allcapsbingo: I1: Captain America Steve Rogers, O1: Pining, B1: Courting, O2: Rebecca Barnes Proctor | @mcukinkbingo N5: Coming Untouched )
#stuckybang#stucky fic#allcapsbingo2023#stuckybingo#auntiesuze#control writes fic#yes it's monday i got impatient lol#here we go finally!
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Masterlist | cable-knit-sweater | R4005 | for @stuckybingo round 4
A Blackout 🥳!! I wrote almost 70k, with 12 one-shots & 4 multi-chapter fics and created 2 moodboards for this bingo. I absolutely loved my card & how inspiring it was and I had so much fun with it! You can find my fills below 💙
Square Filled: B1 - Experiment | Love Language | stucky, T, 2330 words
Square Filled: B2 - Adopting a Pet | Cat Calls | stucky, T, 4819 words
Square Filled: B3 - Stark Expo | “Have you heard?” | stucky, T, 1064 words
Square Filled: B4 - Carol Danvers | Till It Bleeds Daylight (Chapter 6) | stucky, E, 3836 words
Square Filled: B5 - AU: Detectives | Till It Bleeds Daylight (Chapter 1) | stucky, E, 4072 words
Square Filled: I1 - AU: Wings | Heaven's in your eyes | stucky, T, moodboard
Square Filled: I2 - Writing Format: Episodic Narrative | Accidents Don't Just Happen Accidentally | stucky, T, 3812 words
Square Filled: I3 - Clint’s Farm | Till It Bleeds Daylight (Chapter 11) | stucky, E, 2218 words
Square Filled: I4 - Team Dad | Steady as the stars in the woods | stucky, T, 1929 words
Square Filled: Adoptable for I5 - Kink: Sexting | Tell Me I’m Your National Anthem (chapter 2) | stucky, T, 959 words
Square Filled: N1 - Minor Injuries | Till It Bleeds Daylight (Chapter 5 ) | stucky, E, 3950 words
Square Filled: N2 - Scott Lang | "I hate you" - "I love you" | stucky, M, 1670 words
Square Filled: N3 - Free Space | How About Love? (Chapter 2) | stucky, T, 21815
Square Filled: N4 - Looking After Each Other | Till It Bleeds Daylight (Chapter 4 ) | stucky, E, 4058 words
Square Filled: N5 - AU: Model/Photographer | When you’re close up, give me the shivers | stucky, T, 1453 words
Square Filled: G1 - Dorito | Taste It | stucky, T, 981 words
Square Filled: G2 - “I read about you in a museum” | I do. | stucky, T, moodboard + 981 words
Square Filled: Adoptable for G3 - Kink: Friends With Benefits | I’ve got a lot to pine about | stucky, M, 6113 words
Square Filled: G4 - AU: Mythical Creatures | Not a Ghost (Chapter 1) | stucky, T, 2743 words
Square Filled: G5 - Dr. Abraham Erskine | Till It Bleeds Daylight (Chapter 9) | stucky, E, 3918 words
Square Filled: O1 - First Date | How About Love? (Chapter 3) | stucky, T, 2446 words
Square Filled: O2 - AU: Shrinkyclinks | J.B.B, S.O.S (stuck on stupid) | stucky, T, 2962 words
Square Filled: O3 - Patriot | Red, White & Blue | stucky, M, 3557 words
Square Filled: O4 - Amnesia/Memory Loss | Not a Ghost (Chapter 2) | stucky, T, 3063 words
Square Filled: O5 - Stargazing | stars shining bright above you | stucky, T, 3329 words
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Unrequited
There is one thing that Bucky Barnes knows for certain and it's that he loves Steve Rogers. The other thing he knows is that his love will never be returned. After all, the flowers only come when it's unrequited and surely they can't be wrong?
Bucky loves Steve through the decades and slowly waits for his death.
A hanahaki @stuckybingo fic. Card: R4064.
Square G1: “Jerk.”
[ Chapter 01 ]
#Steve Rogers#Bucky Barnes#stucky#stevebucky#stuckybingo#hanahaki#hanahaki disease#angst#and more angst#but with a happy ending
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Underwater (Steve/Bucky)
Title: Underwater
Pairing: Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes (established relationship)
Rating: Explicit
Words: 7k
Chapters: 5/5
Summary: Bucky has a bad day; Steve makes it better.
Modern AU with D/s elements (CEO Steve/grad student Bucky)! Established relationship, happy ending, daddy kink, edging, begging.
Read on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45791338
Chapter 1 created for @allcapsbingo | B5 "AU: No Powers" and for @mcukinkbingo | B4 “Character is a Dom”
Chapter 2 created for @stuckybingo | G1 "Kink: Blindfolds" and for @anyfandomgoesbingo | G3 "Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes"
Chapter 3 created for @mcukinkbingo | O4 "Kneeling"
Chapter 4 created for @stuckybingo | B1 "Kink: Shower Sex" and for @anyfandomkinkbingo | B3 "Daddy Kink"
Chapter 5 created for @stuckybingo | O2 "Kink: Orgasm Delay"
Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Captain America
Excerpt: Bucky moans around the gag as Steve runs one finger, slowly, along the line of his cock. His hands are digging into the sheets. He tries to hold himself still, but he feels himself straining toward Steve’s fingers, desperately trying to press his cock into his hand.
Steve slaps his ass, just once, lightly, more of a warning than anything else. “Hold still, sweetheart.”
Summary: Bucky has a bad day; Steve makes it better.
Warnings: None
Tags: Established Relationship, Happy Ending, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, In all universes there is one constant and that is Steve’s perpetual hard-on for Bucky, Dom Steve Rogers, Mean Top Steve Rogers, Not really just like in a sexy way, CEO Steve Rogers, Bearded Steve Rogers, Horny Steve Rogers, Sub Bucky Barnes, Bottom Bucky Barnes, Grad Student Bucky Barnes, Bucky Barnes is the sweetest pass it on, Porn with Feelings, and I mean a lot of porn and a lot of feelings, Off-Screen Kink Negotiation, Dom/sub, BDSM as Mental Healthcare, Catharsis, Light Bondage, Wrist Cuffs, Ball Gags, Blindfolds, Daddy Kink, Butt Plugs, Weighted Plugs, Light Spanking, Light Humiliation, Praise Kink, Orgasm Control, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Begging, Crying, Mentioned Cock Warming, Shower Sex, Hand Jobs, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Overstimulation, Sleepy Sex, Crymaxing
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45791338
#marvel fanfiction#stucky fanfic#allcapsbingo2023#anyfandomgoesbingo#stucky bingo#mcu kink bingo#mcukinkbingo#stuckybingo#stucky#stevebucky#steve rogers x bucky barnes#updated#complete
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Sleepy morning cuddles with Steve and Bucky, a re-drawing of one of my early digital drawings (here, it’s so old, it’s on my old blog) for the square I5 of the @stuckybingo
@mslaevateinn wrote an amazingly soft fic inspired by this, Lazy morning (on AO3)
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Steve is trying his best
Bingo: Steve Rogers Bingo Round 3, StuckyBingo Round five
Card: Rufferto and number SB3017, StuckyBingo Rufferto 5002
Pairing: Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes
Square Filled: D1 for Steve Rogers Bingo, B1 for Stucky Bingo
Title : Steve is trying his best.
Prompt: "Long Distance Relationship", "Long distance for Stucky Bingo
Warnings: No archive warnings apply.
Rating: Teen
Tags: Steve shirtless, Facetiming, awkward poses, blushing, Notalone
Summary: Bucky had to go to California for six months and Steve is stuck in New York. They make time to talk as much as possible but it's hard. Steve just wants to prove to Bucky that he's capable of being sexy on the phone just like any other boyfriend. Tony might have dared him. Bucky appreciates it, Steve just needs to learn to pick his timing better.
I will eventually fix up the lighting on his chest but I may forget.:P
#@steverogersbingo#bingofill#Steve rogers#steve trying to be sexy on the phone#stuckybingo2023#stuckybingo#steve shirtless#facetiming#awkward poses#blushing#notalone
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Neon Dreams
Submission for @stuckybingo square: “Muscles”
#stucky#Steve Rogers#Bucky Barnes#poledance#stuckybingo#marvelartparty#neon#manip#marvel#PoledancingIsASport
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Up to the moment
When we said our first hello
Little did we know
Love was just a glance away
A warm embracing dance away x
@stuckybingo: O1 - Huddling for Warmth
@buckybarnesevents June-iverse: Soulmates
@buckybarnesbingo: U5 - Holding Hands
#stuckybingo#buckybarnesbingo2023#stucky#wintershield#moodboard#steve rogers#bucky barnes#captain america#winter soldier#marvel#mcu#bingo fill
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The CA:TFA missing scene... 💞
Felt like I hadn’t done any canon stucky in a while! It was past due 🙃
Image Described below...
[Begin ID: Digital artwork of Captain Steve Rogers and Sergeant James “Bucky” Barnes in a low-lit bar, wearing their green army uniforms, and engaged in a romantic kiss reminiscent of golden-age movies. Steve is towering over Bucky, his head bent down to kiss him. They are both slightly smiling as their lips meet. Bucky's head is tilted back and resting against Steve's left hand at his neck, his body low and leaning backwards, with their chests pressing against each other. Bucky's left hand is pulling on Steve's jacket lapel, while his right hand is wrapped around his neck. Steve's right hand wraps above Bucky's waist, pulling him in. Beside them is a bar table with an abandoned full beer glass, and on the far wall behind them is a Captain America tour poster and a dart board. /end ID]
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My Bingo fills :
@stuckybingo - Card SB066, square N3 : free space
@buckybarnesbingo - Card B073, square U1 : image prompt of Bucky in uniform
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#stucky#my art#Captain America#Steve Rogers#Bucky Barnes#Sergeant Barnes#CA:TFA#stucky fanart#stevebucky#marvel fanart#digital art#stuckybingo#buckybarnesbingo#BINGOs#steve rogers fanart#bucky barnes fanart
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Heaven Only Knows
Managed to write a full fic for @catws-anniversary, day 2nd prompt — Memories. Read on Ao3 here.
Also created for: @buckybarnesevents’ Build-A-Bucky Bingo, february prompt | Too Little, Too Late / @multifandom-flash, r2 #2003 | Love Before First Sight, r2 #2005 | Childhood Marriage Promise / @steverogersbingo | Crossdressing / @stuckybingo | Mutual Pining
Fandom: Captain America (Movies)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers
Tags: Canon Divergence - Post-CATWS, Memories, Childhood Friends, Mutual Pining, Reunions, Bucky-centric
Summary: Dreams he has of a blonde boy, and a later realisation.
Wordcount: 736
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Title: candy, sugar, sweets — tell me everything that you need
Pairing: Bucky x Steve
Rating: Teen
Tags/Warnings: Fluff, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Chocolatiers, flirting via cake
Summary: In which Bucky is a world-class chocolatier and Steve just wants to lick the man.
Yes, this is the "school of chocolate" AU nobody asked for.
READ ON AO3
For @buckybarnesevents Bucky's Bday Bash
For @allcapsbingo's monthly mission for March: Bucky's birthday
For @stuckybingo O2: Artist/Muse
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