#marvelfluffbingo2022

You stood watching in silence. It wasn’t the first time you had done so; it certainly wouldn’t be the last, with the picture he created. The way his hair fell just so, hiding his handsome face, as his hands squeezed and released in perfect rhythm. His jeans stretched tight over his thick thighs and perfectly rounded ass.

“You’re staring again, pretty girl.” His deep voice broke you out of your reverie. His piercing blue eyes met yours.

“Am I supposed to apologize?” you sassed with a smirk. His hands stopped moving and stared back at you for a moment. Your teeth peeked out and bit your lower lip. He shook his head; you watched his hair catch the light and your attention was once again riveted. His hands started moving once more.

“It would be nice if you did,” came his low reply, “apologize for staring.” His eyes met yours for another brief moment before turning back to the task at hand.

A dreamy sigh escaped your lips as you whispered. “But I’d rather have your hands touching me than milking that heifer.”

His rhythm stuttered at your admission. He raised his face to reply and noted your retreating form. Your sundress swirled around your ankles, your hips barely swaying as you walked back to the house. Bucky licked his lips, a plan immediately forming in his mind.

You had thrown yourself on the large bed to watch as the sun slowly crawled up into the sky, dark greys fading into pale bright blues. You felt the bed dip beside you, then large hands snaking around your waist. You kept your eyes closed as his left hand gently lifted the hem of your skirt; you heard his raspy breath when he found you bare. Rather than diving between your folds, his warm calloused hands smoothed up over your soft belly before each cupping a breast. You shifted slightly, a breathy moan passing between your lips as fingers lightly pinched a nipple as his other hand kneaded your other breast gently. Your hips moved of their own accord, pressing back; his hard cock nestled between your cheeks.

“Pretty girl,” he whispered in your ear, rocking his hips into yours. You whined as your velvety walls clenched around nothing. “Do you need something?”

Your eyes fluttered as your hips moved with his. “Please,” you begged quietly.

“Please what?’ Bucky nipped at the side of your neck as he continued to fondle you. “Words, pretty girl.”

“Fu…. fuck… fuck me, please.” You barely got the last word out as Bucky thrust into you from behind. He moved in a slow, steady pace; one hand still fondling your breast while the other slid down to tease your clit. You arched into his touches, coming swiftly. Your cries filled the air as he fucked you through your orgasm, chasing his own.

Bright sunlight streamed into the bedroom as you stirred. You turned on your side to greet him and stopped at the sight. A piece of hair fell across his forehead; the corners of his eyes were crinkled, his smile more radiant than the sun. Your breath left you as you drank him in, fingers reaching out…

Bucky felt a gentle touch at his temple; he grinned sleepily before opening his eyes. Your fingers danced over his temple once more before reaching into his soft hair. His hand found your hip and pulled you to him flush once more, his cock hardening in an instant. He lined himself up at your dripping core; you gripped his shoulders as he pushed into you, his pace steady and unyielding. His murmurs mingled with your cries as you both came, one after the other. You pulled him on top of you as you rolled onto your back. His head rested between your breasts, mumbling into your glistening skin. “What, Bucky?”

He raised his head, pressing a kiss to your waiting lips. “I should get back to the cattle, if that’s ok with you, pretty girl?”

You pretended to think about it. His hands tickled your stomach, making you erupt into a fit of giggles. “Alright!” you shrieked. “Alright! You can go if you want to.”

“I told you to not come in here before I’m done,” you grunt, pointing at the door. “Be useful and bring me the pillows, and curtains I bought. I want this room to be comfortable, warm, and sexy…”

“SEXY!” flashing you a dirty grin Bucky slowly stalks toward the bed. “Did you hear, Steve? Our omega wants the bedroom to become a sexy place. We can help her with that.”

“No sex, Bucky,” he purrs in your direction, hoping you will give in once again. From the day he watched you nesting on your bed, he can’t keep his hands to himself. Steve is the same. He just hides the bulge in his pants much better than his mate. “We must go for a grocery run. Did you forget about the dinner?”

“Buck, leave our omega to the decoration,” Steve warns now. “You know how she gets if you mess with her. She’s a wild little thing.”

“HEY! I’m not little, Rogers,” Bucky smirks when you snarl in Steve’s direction. He just watches you turn your attention toward the curtains, smiling to himself. “You are big is all.”

“Yeah, we are big,” you gasp at Steve’s words. He’s usually controlled, and you’ve got the feeling Bucky is more open when it comes to your new arrangement. Most of the time you sleep in Bucky’s arms, or the brunette takes care of you, “everywhere, doll. But you won’t get any tonight. You ruined my favorite shirt.”

“STEVIE,” this time Bucky gives Steve a warning glare, “you said no sex. Let’s focus on the list Y/N made for dinner. And forget about that damn shirt. She tried to use the new washing machine and pressed the wrong button. It’s not the end of the world.”

“He’s a grumpy alpha, and not nice today,” you turn your back on Steve, ignoring the feeling spreading through your body. Your omega wants to submit to the bond and make things up to Steve, but the stubborn woman in you won’t let her.

“Doll, come here,” a whimper escapes your throat. Steve just used his alpha voice on you and now, your lips are trembling, and your legs walk on their own toward the blonde. “Be good.”

“Steve,” Bucky sighs as you stop right in front of Steve, whining low in your throat as the alpha looks you up and down. “Don’t…”

“Did you ruin my shirt on purpose?” Steve asks. He searches your face, humming as your drop your head, nodding silently. “Why?”

“Y-ou didn’t want me to wear it,” you sniffle. “I saw you hide it the other day, telling Bucky you don’t want me to wear it. Bucky always gives me his clothes to wear.”

“Aw, baby doll,” Steve reaches out for you to bring you into his arms. He mumbles praises and soft words against you. “I didn’t want you to wear the shirt as it was sweaty and dirty, Y/N. You can have all of my clothes, omega.”

“I can—” you cry in Steve’s chest, overwhelmed by your feelings once again. Most of the time you fight your omega and don’t give in to your instinct. But in moments like these, you can’t push your feelings away. “Can I have the one you are wearing?” hopefully looking up at Steve you blink the tears away. “Please?”

“Ah, she’s got you wrapped around her cute lil’ pinky, Stevie,” Bucky watches your mate strip the red checkered plaid he’s wearing off to hand it to you. “Doll, you shouldn’t…oh…fuck me.” You start to strip your clothes off to wear Steve’s shirt, much to Bucky’s delight. “Show me more, doll…”

“She loves that shirt, Stevie,” a big grin on his face Bucky watches you dance around the kitchen in Steve’s plaid. “Are you still mad at her for ruining your shirt?”

“I never was mad,” Steve sighs as you look his way to give him a wink. You are currently busy cutting carrots and humming a song. “I just tried to keep my distance and not hang my heart onto her. We said that none of us can catch feelings and now, we are a mess.”

“A hot mess,” Bucky’s eyes drop toward your exposed legs. He licks his lips, remembering how good they felt slung around his waistline. “So—so hot. I love you Steve, and our sex is indescribably hot but…”

“I know,” Steve puffs his chest as you stop cutting the vegetables. You place the knife onto the kitchen counter, looking at your alphas. “She’s so good for us. I love it how she clenches around me, while I clench around you…”

“Damn, don’t make me lose my mind here, Steve. If you say one more word, I’ll bend both of you over the kitchen counter and have my way with you...”

“Guys! We wanted to cook together. Can you stop talking about your knots and help me? I’m hungry and need food. Be good alphas! I know you are only used to having each other, but an alpha must take care of their omega,” you insist, pointing the knife at Steve. “Come here and help me!”

“She’s an aggressive little omega,” Bucky whispers. “Makes me all tingly when she demands things. Imagine we get her round with our pups. She will be so angry, and hot…and needy…and all over us.”

“I can hardly wait,” your head snaps toward the alphas as they already make plans to get you pregnant. “Who do you think will get her full of pups first? I hope it’s me.”

“No—no! STEVEN GRANT ROGERS! I will get her full of pups first,” this time you drop the knife to storm toward the alphas.

“None of you will get me full of pups. You can’t even help me with dinner. How shall this work? Are you going to leave me all alone, full of your pups, while you are out there celebrating your relationship? I won’t let you knock me up while being the third wheel in this,” you turn around to focus on the food again.

“Doll,” Bucky strolls toward you to hug you from behind. He buries his face in your neck and inhales your scent deeply. “You’re not the third wheel. Y/N, you are our omega, and we love you. I know we started this bond the wrong way, but we love having you here.”

“Buck, let me explain a few things to Y/N,” reluctantly letting go of you Bucky snarls in Steve’s direction. “Y/N, look at me,” Steve commands and you immediately turn around and stand a little straighter. “You are not the third wheel, baby doll.”

“I’m not?” you question as Steve lifts your chin with his index finger. “But what am I? You and Bucky love each other but I am just…”

“Confused?” Steve leans closer to press a soft kiss to your lips. “I know, Y/N. I can feel it through the bond.” He’s kissing you again, tongue sliding into your mouth.

“Steve,” you breathe against his lips. “The food…”

“It’s been almost three months since you started to nest. We decided back then that you are not a fake mate but our omega. You are a part of us. Our pack, our bond is nothing without you,” tears slip down your cheek when Steve brings you into his arms. “Bucky and I love you.”

“OH GOD STEVIE! You are making me cry,” Bucky hugs you from behind. He cries in your neck, wetting your skin with his tears. “She’s so happy. I can feel it through our bond.”

“I’ll be even happier if you finally wash your hands and help me with the food. I want to eat before midnight,” both alphas chuckle at your comment. “I mean it.”

“Check on the chicken for me, Steve,” you order your alphas around. It’s your turn to take control. “Bucky, I need you to taste the sauce.”

“I’m on it,” Bucky wants to dip his finger into the sauce, but you slap his hand away. “Ouch!” he playfully whines. “You’re not gentle tonight.”

“Don’t put your finger into the food! I don’t want to know where you had your fingers!” Steve chuckles as you glance at Bucky’s hand. “We both know you are a dirty man.”

“Maybe I had it inside of your slicked cunt?” the brunette cockily claims. “You know, there was this hot omega bending over the kitchen counter and I may or may not have slipped my fingers inside of her.”

“Buck, don’t,” Steve warns. He doesn’t want to admit that his cock twitches in his pants as he watches you and Bucky interact. “We want to eat soon.”

“But I want cuddles later,” you whine. “Maybe I’ll let you get your knot out too. I haven’t decided yet.”

“That tastes like—” you frown as your eyes drop to the chicken and carrots on your plate. “Fuck, we confused salt with sugar. Now the chicken is sweet, and the carrots are uneatable…”

“I like it,” Bucky happily stuffs the food into his mouth while Steve tries to get the awful taste out of his mouth. “It’s not that bad. We could call it sweet chicken Bucky style.”

“It’s uneatable, Bucky,” Steve grunts. “How can you eat this? You used sugar instead of salt. Now it all tastes like…”

“Steve, I hate to break it for you, but you took care of the chicken,” pointing your fork at the blonde alpha you smirk. “If anyone messed the food up, it was you, alpha.”

“I didn’t…no! I—uh,” furrowing his brows Steve tries to remember if he mistook salt with sugar. “This can’t be…”

“Somewhere between going down on our omega and putting your finger inside of me you messed the food up,” you giggle as Bucky gives Steve a bitchface. “See, it was you messing the food up. My potatoes are great.”

“Fine, no more sex at the kitchen,” you pout at Steve. “Don’t give me that face.” He sighs deeply. “Okay, no sex at the kitchen while we try to cook.”

“This is the same shirt, look, Stevie,” you jump up and down, giggling as Steve takes the shirt out of your hands to inspect the fabric. “Right? The one I ruined.”

“Yeah, it’s the same,” Steve lies. It’s not the same, but he doesn’t want to make you sad. “How about we buy some more for you to wear.”

“Only if you and Bucky wear them first,” Bucky laughs as you longingly look at the plaid he’s wearing. “I need your scent on your clothes. I hate it, and that I’m a needy omega but…”

“But?” Steve asks, eying someone behind you warily.

“I love being your omega and that you and Bucky gave me a family and a place to call home. I’m still struggling to get used to giving in to my omega, though,” you step closer to nudge Steve’s chest with your index finger. “And the sex is great…and the cuddles.”

“Hail to cuddles,” Bucky takes your hand to guide you toward the plaids. “What do you say, doll. You can choose the ones I’ll buy.”

“Oh—the blue one, Bucky. I like the color. It will look good on you, alpha,” none of you realizes Steve moved behind you to block your father’s path.

“ROGERS! Get out of my way,” your father barks. “We both know you are using my daughter to pretend you are going to provide an heir to your pack!”

“Get away from our omega,” Bucky switches from sweet alpha to overprotective feral wolf within a blink. He shoves you behind his back, growling in your father’s direction. “Y/N is our mate. Our omega. Our love.”

“Hands off our mate,” Steve steps in front of the both of you and tries to protect you and Bucky. Even though, Bucky doesn’t need protection. It’s simply the leader in his Steve that tells him to protect his mates. “If you take one step closer to our omega, I’ll rip you apart.”

“Get in line, Stevie. I’ll be the first getting my hands on that bastard kicking his daughter out. You’ll not even look at our omega!” Bucky grits his teeth and balls his hands into fists. “Now fuck off.”

“Alphas,” you sigh dreamily. It’s the second time they protected you. “My alphas…”

“You’re safe with us,” you are still shaken from your encounter with your father. “No one is going to take you away from us or force you into a bond with that bastard. We will not let anything happen to you.”

“I know,” hiding your face in Steve’s chest you close your eyes. For the first time, you allow yourself to succumb to your omega. “It’s just…he always wanted me to turn into an obedient omega.”

“You can be as rebellious, wild, and crazy as you want to, doll. Bucky and I won’t try to turn you into an obedient and meek omega. We love you the way you are…”

“The way I am…” you nod, smiling as Bucky moves closer to spoon you from behind. “So—what you said about pups…did you mean it?”

“Of course, Y/N. One day we will have as many pups as you want to. If you don’t want any, we will accept it too,” Steve pecks your hair. “It’s your decision, baby doll.”

“I want to have kids and I think,” you stammer while hiding your face in Steve’s chest, “we are going to have pups sooner than you think…”

>> Part 3

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Title: Silent Auction Squares Filled: Marvel Fluff Bingo: O5, Date Auction for Charity Darcy Lewis Bingo Mini Round: Instant Swap (Winter Party Drabble Game, Prompt: Candlelit dinner) Author: ibelieveinturtles Fandom: Marvel Pairing: Darcy Lewis/Brock Rumlow Rating: G Warnings: n/a Summary: Darcy bids at a charity auction Word count: 200 (two drabbles)

Previously posted moodboard:

Tony before college didn’t know what a laundry day was, he never really needed to worry about if his clothes were going to be clean for him the next day because he knew somebody would do it.

Steve on the other hand is very used to laundry day and maybe having a single pair of track pants to wear on said day, it’s certainly different now that there are enough clothes in his wardrobe that he wouldn’t have to do laundry for months. 

This walk-in wardrobe is where he currently stands wrecking through each wrack looking for his jumper, the jumper that was warm and blue and embarrassingly themed around Captain America, himself. 

“Steve, babe, have you seen my cufflinks, the lego ones Peter got me?” Toy asks nonchalantly yelling out over the penthouse, walking into their shared bedroom. When Steve sees him his face lights up seeing what Tony is wearing.

He then goes dark, just slightly, “you stole my jumper!” Steve excuses Tony pointing towards the embroidered jumper that clearly has C. America on the sleeve and the shield stitched on the back. So what that Steve wears his own merchandise, and maybe it was a custom order on Etsy but it’s still his, gifted by Ned and Peter the last Christmas.

Tony’s hands raise in the air, “all my jumpers were in the wash, I didn’t think it would be a big deal, sorry,” he begins pouting sitting on the puff that is in the middle of the wardrobe, yes the room is that big. 

Steve breathes one big breath in and then one out trying to plaster a smile on his face, going into Tony’s side of the closet Steve rummages before finding a jacket of Tony’s an ironman letterman-themed jacket with Stark printed on the back. Attempting to put it on Steve mutters, “how would you feel if I just put your clothes on!” 

Putting a hand over his mouth Tony has to stop himself from laughing as he watches Steve attempt to fit in his Tony-sized jacket. Tony wants to be mad or sympathise with Steve but he really finds himself doing the opposite, “Steve, honey, I don’t think you fit.” Steve ever the righteous puffs out his chest ignoring Tony’s comment.

“I want an apology,” Steve mutters taking off the jacket now that he knows it doesn’t fit and it’s not ever planning on fitting.

With a sly smile, Tony shrugs his shoulder, "I'm not looking for forgiveness. And I'm past asking for permission." So proud of himself Tony is smug at the comment he has just made, “besides I think it looks better on me,” he smirks twirling in the mirror with the overside jumper. 

So Steve jumps at him pulling him to the floor rolling around and play-fighting before ending up just laying on the ground laughing, “we are way too old for this.”

Tony nods curling into steve’s side, “definitely.” And that’s where they lay calm and collected.

“I’m still not sorry,” Tony mutters and the whole argument happens again. 

Fill Information:

🛏️ MFB: Pairing: Tony Stark/Steve Rogers, Warnings: Platonic cuddling, playfighting, Word Count: 510, Square Filled: Play Fighting

Cards: @flufftober @tonystarkbingo @marvelfluffbingo @steverogersbingo

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{This is the way that love's suppose to be

Me with you

You with me}

OR

Bucky might have a crush for his baby sister's quirky babysitter...

Steve definitely has the hots for the weird girl, who always wears a hand-made flower crown around her head as she cheers him on during practice...