authors notes: alright, here we are, day twelve of january jumble scribbles! guys idk what i'm doing here again, i'm a winterwidow girlie, this is enemy territory for me (again)
word count: 300 (we made the word count, everyone cheered!!)
warnings: poly!stucky, kinda hurt/comfort??, use of petnames (sweetheart), feel free to let me know if i'm missing anything!
prompt: "let them say we're crazy, what do they know?"
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it started out innocent enough. well, innocent to everyone other than you. someone made an offhanded comment about it being hard enough to love on person, let alone two, and suddenly you were spiraling.
hard.
what if they didn’t actually love you? what if this was all a cruel joke that life was playing on you, and you hadn’t even noticed it? it wouldn’t be the first time that life had pulled something good out from underneath you— probably wouldn’t be the last either, but this—
“hey, sweetheart.” steve murmured as he sunk down on the couch next to you, bucky taking up his usual spot on the other side of you. “we could hear you spiralling from the other side of the tower. what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours, huh?” he pulls you over gently until you’re curled up against his chest, head underneath his chin. bucky moves too, pressing himself against your side like his brain is preprogrammed to fill in any space between the two of you.
“if it’s about what they were talking about earlier, don’t listen to it. it’s not hard when you’re loving the right people.” bucky murmured, running his metal fingers through your hair gently. “let them say we’re crazy. what do they know about us anyway? we got each other, that’s all that matters. just the three of us. together.”
the sigh that left your lips was so soft that it was almost nonexistent, but they noticed. they noticed the way your shoulders dropped just enough to be comfortable again. maybe you were crazy, maybe this whole thing was crazy. but in the here and now, with the steady thump of steve’s heartbeat under your ear and bucky’s warmth wrapped around you, nothing had ever felt more real.
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sleepy poly!stucky being clingy in bed and sleeping on and off all day after a night full of bad dreams for them both. you’re waking up every hour or so to one of them tossing and turning. after you settle into bed for the night, bucky wakes up trembling and teary-eyed with clammy hands grabbing at you and waking you up.
you scoot over and gently tug on his tshirt, moving him inbetween you and steve. steve wakes up and presses sleepy kisses to bucky’s hairline. “c’mere buck..” steve’s voice is thick with sleep. “love you, sweets..” he murmurs as bucky gets comfy against him. you’re at his back, gentle hands under his sleep shirt rubbing at his lower back. bucky’s hands pull you tightly to him, and he lets out the smallest whimper as you settle against him. he eventually finds sleep squished between you and steve while counting your breaths. still, he doesn’t rest well.
an hour or so before the sun rises, steve is up this time. his nightmares are slightly less frequent than bucky’s but just as intense, even when he tries to not let it show. his throat is burning, chest rising frantically and he pushes up on his knees. seeing you and bucky is the only thing that can bring him back down in that moment, and the feeling of him towering over the two of you wakes bucky up.
“stevie?” he murmurs rubbing his sleepy eyes.
“buck- I..” steve is still panting, running shaky hands through his messy hair. bucky is up, pulling him to his chest. a desperate sob is what wakes you this time. once you sit up, steve is turning in bucky’s arms and pressing his face to your bare chest, needing to hear your heartbeat as clearly as possible. his breath is quick and hot against your skin, and your heart breaks when you meet bucky’s eyes. you hold steve close as bucky wraps himself against steve’s broad back.
you don’t sleep worth a damn after that, instead just staying awake to make sure they’re okay. keeping watch over them, in a way. the rest of the day they stay close by, always needing to be touching you and each other until they finally nod off on the couch for a cat nap, each of them tucked into one of your arms.
thanks to @bucksangel for always feeding my thoughts lol
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should i make this a full fic?? requests are open as always :)
summary: “oh princess, is stevie's cock making you dumb? ya’ looking real distracted by our dog tags” bucks voice sounded so deep the tease rang in your ears.
note: I wanted this to be much longer but kinda started to feel burnt out. I don’t know if this is necessary but I feel it is. the very lovely @inklore helped me a lot out with this, she helped me flush the general idea for it out a bit more.
Normally you could focus pretty easily on the blonde and brunette boys, as they hovered over you giving you immense pleasure. The way Bucky's metal hand clasps around your throat and Steve’s large hands rub circles on your hips.
That was until the week the boys both decided, they missed the feeling of their military dog tags decorating their necks. Not that they had noticed just yet but you’d been distracted ever since then. The way the metal tags looked against Steve’s slightly pale chest, and Bucky’s slightly tanner chest was driving you crazy. The shine they let off when the light would hit them had you quite un focused as well. Seeing the metal tags worn around their necks reminded you so much of all they had been through. You tried your hardest to hide it, knowing they’d tease you for it.
It didn’t take long before you had gotten so entranced by the shine that you forgot to hide it.
Your head rested on Bucky's ridge thigh as Steve’s thick and long cock dragged against your walls. “Look at her Stevie being such a good girl for us” the brunette man praised through a grunt as his hand fisted at his throbbing cock.
“God she feels so good babe, feels like she’s milkin’ my cock” the blonde growled as his hands slid up your bare body and palm over your breasts. It had stopped their bouncing from the momentum of Steve’s rough thrusts. He hadn’t been inside you long but merely the feeling of his cock thrusting inside had your mind already going hazy.
You whine and push your ass back, meeting his thrusts the more spacey your head becomes. Your eyes were glued shut, soaking in all your pleasure your body was receiving. Until you hear the noise of Steve’s dog tags clanking against one another, when he thrusts his hips unexpectedly hard against yours.
You take in the image of his body hovering over yours before your eyes are glued to the shiny metal. You watch intently as they swag back and forth, listening to how they clank against one another. You were clenching down around Steve harder now without noticing. “Fuck princess, you want daddy’s cum that bad huh baby? Fuck didn’t think you could squeeze me any more than you already were” Steve groans as his head falls back and his eyes screw shut. He was trying his hardest not to cum too fast, though it was quite difficult.
His words along with Bucky's grunts and small moans simply go in one ear and out the other.
Your eyes are only pulled away from Steve’s when you catch a glimpse of the light shining off Bucky’s. Your eyes shifted to the boy's body, hovering over your own meaning the tags were in much easier view. You barely registered the words that left the burnettes mouth from your head being so deep in subspace. “Oh princess, is stevie's cock making you dumb? Ya’ looking real distracted by our dog tags” Bucks voice sounded so deep the tease rang in your ears. He was matching the pace of his hand to Steve’s thrusts which had slowed down. “No-no It’s not” you manage to mutter out through moans as well as embarrassment.
It wasn’t hard to tell you were lying, not with the way your face heated up and your eyes couldn’t even leave the tags. “Now you’re lying huh princess? You can’t even look at buck.” Steve chimed in now with the teasing. “That dumb little baby brain of yours is distracted by the shiny metal isn’t it?” Steve questioned though he and Bucky both knew the answer. It was meant more to taunt you.
Without thinking, as you couldn’t seem to do much of that in the moment you give an eager nod in response instead of denying it again. “Use your words baby” You didn’t need to look at the brunette's face to know he was smirking. Their teasing only seemed to tighten the knot in your stomach faster. “They’re- they’re shiny and I missed the feeling of the cold metal pressed- pressed against my skin when one of you is on top of me” you manage to make it through your stuttering and small whines from Steve’s now painfully slow thrusts.
“Like this baby? Did the dumb little baby want this?” Steve taunts as he leans his body down so his sweaty chest is pressed against yours. The cold metal settled between your breasts and against your stomach. You couldn’t seem to form anymore words, not from the way Steve’s swollen tip was kissing your cervix he was so deep. Or the way Bucky had grabbed your hand, using it to jerk off his pulsing cock instead of his own. “Bite onto mine princess, to keep your pretty mouth busy too” bucky instructed as could barely make words out. Your hand was going at a much faster pace than he did, and felt oddly so much better than his own. You bite down on the brunettes' dog tags that hovered over your flushed face.
“Our dumb little princess” are the lasts words you mange to absorb coming from both of the boys mouths. Before you're completely lost in the pleasure and your mind descends deep into sub space.
note: this is my first ever stucky fic so hope you all enjoyed. sorry it isn’t very long and Is kinda bad!
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!poly !mafia stucky. This is the rear occasion the boys have to leave you home alone with the kids. A few hours after they go, one of the kids gets very sick, and you can't reach the boys because they are “working.” You wind up taking them to the ER, and you're a nervous wreck because you’re by yourself. The boys come home and find an empty house and start to panic. They finally reach you and make their way to the hospital. The boys feel horrible about not being there for their child when he needed them the most.
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AN: slight changes bc reader would be so angry that they'd dropped the ball and won't answer when she needed them, so she would instruct John her security guard to blow their fucking phones up until they answered...
Also, this is my valentine's post since I forgot about Valentine's day... and we're going to 1 fic a week only, no more weekly drabbles. I'm drowning over here.
"I don't care if their phones spontaneously combust because it's ringing too much, John. Call. The. Fucking. Boys," you barked to the burley blond guard standing beside you, head turned towards his feet to avoid your laser-like glare.
He muttered a quick, "yes, ma'am," as you stalked away, house shoes almost sliding against the hospital floor on your way back to Asher.
He laid in the hospital bed, his arm being prepared in a cast by the doctor beside him. You smiled softly to the boy as he winced in pain, reaching a hand out to yours for comfort. You knelt beside the bed, watching the doctor over his body as Asher questioned once more, "are dads coming, mom?"
You brought his hand to your lips, pressing a soft kiss to them as you hummed a response, "they sure are, Ash."
What was happening on the other end however:
"Christ, if John calls my phone one more fucking time he's gonna end up with a cement block tied to his fucking neck as he walks in the fucking lagoon," Bucky barked as he wiped blood away from the black and gold hand.
Steve chuckled as he listened to the man, watching as Wilson rolled one of Strange's men in a rug. "Maybe you should answer it, Buck?" Steve offered, shrugging off his now stained shirt before slipping on a clean on.
Bucky laughed, cackled at the idea, shaking his head towards the blond. "He knows we were having this meeting, Steve."
Steve raised his shoulders in response, watching as Bucky's brain worked to figure out why his man would disobey his direct orders. Simultaneously the men worked it out, both looking to one another startled as Bucky explained, "unless there was trouble, Steve!"
"I'm already calling-- John? What the fuck--."
They both came running in the hospital, everyone moving out of their way faster than the speed of sound. In any other instance, everyone moved for the men; however upon seeing their car pull to an abrupt stop outside of the building, both men running at full speed through the emergency room, and have already been listening to John try desperately to call them, they all knew they should disperse.
They ran over to the bed, each coddling Asher immediately, and breathlessly sending their apologies as the kid smiled softly.
Finally, they begrudgingly turned to face your stare. You stood watching the men, arms crossed over your body before motioning them to follow you to the hall.
"Doll, I can't ev--."
"No, you can't," you cut him off, causing their eyes to widen, mouths shut, as they were left to merely suffer silently in their guilt. "He was fine one minute, playing with his brother and then came tumbling down the fucking stairs. I don't even know how--," you began to explain, tears welling in your eyes as your own guilt began to swell in your chest once more.
You'd been able to push the blame on the boys being late up till now... but now, you were facing the fact that you might not have been watching the kids close enough.
Yeah, you were in the kitchen preparing dinner. Yeah, they should be more than capable of playing in their rooms without your supervision, but would it have happened if you had been paying closer attention? They would be thoughts that kept you up at night for weeks.
Bucky and Steve softened at your tears, both men moving to circle you in their arms as you cried quietly, not wanting Asher to overhear. A few shaky deep breathes were taken before you could continue the explanation, "Kaden said he was walking in the hall, coming out of the bathroom, and just passed out by the stairs and it sent him tumbling. They're doing tests in a few."
Soft mumbles were whispered around you as you cried into Steve's shoulder, and you felt the tickle of soft tears trailing their way down your head from the men. They stayed silent as they held you in their arms, guilt riddling every fiber of their beings.
"We should have been there. It's Saturday; we should have never left to deal with Strange today," Steve grumbled.
You could feel Bucky's head nodding against your head as his forehead was lowered to lean against your head. "Should have done it yesterday."
You took a deep breath, ridding yourself of the negative thoughts swarming the three of you before pulling them away from you and declaring, "boys, stop. It's okay. It doesn't matter if we were all watching him, if Kaden said he just passed out. Besides, he only broke an arm after all of the tumbling. It's going to be okay."
The men nodded slowly, reluctantly relinquishing the guilt as you giggled to yourself. "He already said the cast will get the ladies," you added, turning to glance at the sleeping boy over your shoulder.
"He's so much like Bucky," Steve groaned, looking over to Bucky who was just nodding and laughing, "we're gonna have our hands full with that one."
summary: y/n y/l/n never thought a girl like her would end up with a guy like him. but here she is, being his good girl while he’s acting like a bad guy.
pairing(s): rockstar!bucky barnes x innocent! black reader, established! bucky barnes x steve rogers, steve rogers x ofc, steve rogers x innocent! black reader (eventual), bucky barnes x innocent!black reader x steve rogers (eventual).
warnings: language, manipulation, poly!stucky, double penetration, NON CONTENT/ DUBIOUS CONSENT, dirty talk, soft!dark bucky, kinfe play, blood play, cum play, virgin!reader, p in v, anal, praise kink, slight degradation, size kink, slapping, breeding, violence, alcohol, drug use, bdsm, object insertion, choking, dead dove: do not eat, the use of “basement girls” which means being kept by someone with cruel intentions generally. (these are ALL of the warnings, the warnings for each chapter will be specified)
a/n: was listening to falling in reverse and rockstar! bucky has been on my mind so fuck it.
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y/n could have been at home, binging her favorite show in comfy clothes.
but no, thanks to her best friend candy, she stood in the front row of small crowded bar grinning up at a tattooed god who slammed on his drums with her plump lips gloss overed with strawberry lip gloss. .
she had no idea why his eyes zeroed in on her but she assumed it was her unorthodox attire, a little white dress, her mary janes and cute little ruffle socks. her hair freshly blown out, her freshly frenched nails nervously playing with her hair. any mans wet dream.
candy had begged her to at least wear something black after refusing to wear a band tee of band she’d never even heard of. the red head was beaming with joy as she walked into the crowded little bar. y/n gained the attention of many with her outfit. most surprised with the innocent attire. candy’s head bobbed to the opening band as she dragged reader to the front of the stage.
when the band made their way onstage loud cheers and shouts echoed throughout the bar.
“y/n look it’s steve!” she squealed. the woman was confused. “who?”
“STEVE FUCKING ROGERS!” candy’s finger pointed towards the blond on the guitar, he had a mullet, tattoos placed randomly across the skin he showed. his piercing blue eyes were also tattooed, the black surrounding them seemed to make the ocean in his eyes to pop. “I LOVE HIM SO MUCH HE’S SO HOT, I TALK ABOUT HIM ALL THE TIME!!” candy’s smile was genuine as she babbled about the blonde.
“he’s cute,” y/n mumbled. “but i think you’re sleeping on the drummer..” her eyes flicked to the raven haired man. “and stop yelling, i’m right here.” she scolded playfully. but the comment went over candy’s head. “BUCKY?” she asked in bewilderment. her eyes nearly bulging out of her head, “YOU THINK HE’S HOT?” the way she asked the question made y/n turn away, face heating up from the embarrassing moment. “w-well i mean he-he’s ya’know, uhm, he’s.. he’sreallyfuckinghot?” she squeaked out.
but the bickering girls had yet to notice the shared locks of triumph the to shared. a nod of agreement and it was settled. the two had found their basement girls.
thinking about poly stucky :,( being soft doms and hating to punish you even tho you’re the biggest brat </3
also im not sure if you like steve and bucky so if u dont pls ignore!
they’re so soft :( j pouting at you when you get bratty like “where’s our good girl, hmm doll?” and you’re still whining and they’re just like “bubba c’mon. know you don’t wanna be punished,,, j be good for us yeah?” and even when they do punish you it’s never too much and they still go easy on you. once you’re crying and giving them puppy eyes they’re finishing like “okay doll. sorry, daddy’s are sorry, hmm? please don’t cry” :(
