Pairing ღ Bucky Barnes x F!Reader
Word Count ღ 185
Warnings ღ Fluff, pet name
Author's Note ღ A small blurb & moodboard for the week 3 Artistic Liberty challenge of the @the-slumberparty!
𝑴𝑶𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮 : ̗̀➛ the period of time between midnight and noon, especially from sunrise to noon.
Mornings were slow in the Barnes’ household - many muttered protests and quiet purring from Alpine and her little sister, Binx, all while the coffee machine awoke all like a bugle.
“How’d you sleep, doll?” Bucky mumbled, snuggling closer.
Can you imagine if ancient elemental beings did exist but they all were like, mega chill and just wanted to you know, like hang out all the time? That’d be sweet.
sets-wendigo
reblog if you’d hang out with a chill eldritch being of raw elemental power.
Pairing: Lumberjack!Steve Rogers x Female Reader
Summary: You're hungry for something only Steve can give you.
Word Count: Almost 1.6k
Warnings: Explicit sexual content, oral sex (m. receiving), dirty talk, swearing, slight feels (it's me), Steve Rogers (he’s a warning, okay?).
A/N: Loosely on this anon ask, I wanted to give you lovelies something for Sinday. ❤️ Beta read by the beautiful @yarnforbrains, but any and all mistakes are my own. Banner by yours truly. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Please reblog or comment as it means the world!
Not many would have predicted that Steve Rogers would not only give the title of Captain America to Sam Wilson, but that he would retain his Nomad status. Part-time, at least. When he didn't help Sam, Bucky and the other Avengers, Steve chose to spend time away from the city to work as a lumberjack. Brooklyn was still his home in his heart, but the forest became a place of comfort.
what if chubby alpha Bucky wasn’t home to help Bunny with her heat? Maybe he had an important trip and she assured him that she’d be fine but he knows his Bunny needs him and now he’s rushing home to fill her until she’s leaking for days
Because of the bond, Bucky would be on edge the entire time, constantly checking on you, trying to reassure you that he would be back on time. He may or may not have broken a few speeding laws to get back home-that's between him and the state trooper- but he makes it just before your heat becomes unbearable for you.
And when he finally comes home, flooding the room with his soothing scent, slipping into your nest and surrounding you with his massive body. His hands all over you, his deep voice in your ear asking you what do you need from him even as he starts to give it you-fast and rough and deep- the way you always need during the first couple of days.
I took these screenshots of every thumbnail probably 30 minutes after the channel was deleted… I had had this tab open and I could even hover my mouse over the thumbnail and the preview of the video would still play… I don’t think I closed that tab for weeks. I’m really glad I took these pictures.
Warnings: 18+ ONLY. Innocence kink, allusions to cheating (not real) fingering, oral sex (m receiving), unprotected sex.
Happy birthday to me! Thank you all for putting up with my crazy brain and for your amazing birthday asks! I wanted to gift you with a one-shot. I hope you like it. I love reblogs and comments!Divider is by @firefly-graphics!
Word Count: 3,159
Trucker! Steve Rogers x Female Reader
Summary | You just need a ride to get to your boyfriend. A friendly trucker offers to give you a ride.
Somewhere between counting out your change and looking longingly at the hot dogs that are on the rollers, you feel a stare that makes you turn your head over your shoulder.
The man that stands behind you is tall, hat pulled down over his forehead, tufts of his blond hair slightly sticking out from the sides. Blue eyes focus on you and only you when you turn back around after giving him a polite smile. You have to eat something and the only way you can do that is by seeing how much money you have left.
“You alright, honey?”
The pet name gets your attention and you frown, realizing you don’t have enough for a hot dog and a bottle of water. You’re a long way from home and admittedly, this is the first time you’ve ventured this far. A nice couple picked you up and took you this far, apologizing profusely that they were heading in an opposite direction. You gave them money for gas despite their refusals. It’s how you were raised. Always to say please and thank you, respecting the kindness of strangers.
But now you’re out of luck and you still need to hitch a ride. You had it all planned out. You were going to surprise your boyfriend but then your car broke down and well, you never let anything stop you before. Not when you had a plan in motion. So you stuck our your thumb, wary of strangers with your hand on your purse in case they got a little too pushy.
And you’re here, stomach twisting with hunger and not enough money to eat.
I was on an 80’s music kick and thus, the inspiration for this fic was born. I have to thank The Cars’ ‘Drive’ for this one.
This is for my sweet and wonderful @whisperlullaby’s 700 followers challenge! If you haven’t checked out her masterlist or her challenge, please do! She’s a wonderful sweet bean.
Warnings: 18+ ONLY, a little bit of angst in the beginning, sex in uniform, Steve’s uniform (that’s a warning), exhibitionism.
Summary | Steve’s tardiness for date night provides him the opportunity to make it up to you.
Steve Rogers always had his own plans.
And that usually meant he did things on his own time, purposefully or not.
You allowed your fifteen minute mutually agreed upon grace period to come and go, sighing to yourself in frustration as your heart sinks a little. The temptation to send a passive aggressive message is strong, even as you know you shouldn’t do it. It’s likely he won’t see it anyway, with how busy he’s been these past few weeks. You’ve gone to sleep before he comes in and when you wake, all that’s left is the smell of the coffee that he’s left in the pot for you.
This afternoon though, you’ve reached your limit, irritation threading through everything you do. You wrap up slowly, staying quiet as you lock up your office and bid goodbye to your co-workers as you make your way to the elevator, trying your best to not look at your phone. You’re hoping for some sort of communication but even as you pull it out, you seem to manifest the opposite, your phone screen clear, the wallpaper of you and Steve in Coney Island for Natasha’s birthday. Feeling particularly petty, you change the background to the standard default, knowing that it won’t solve a single thing.
Still, it makes you feel a little better when the elevator doors open to the lobby floor and you think about the dinner you’ll make yourself. You’ll have to stop at the door to get a bottle of wine but at this point, you decide you’ll grab a candy bar or two just because you want to.
An engine revs behind you while you search for your car keys in your purse and when you find them, you hear your name being called as Steve sits on his motorcycle, still in his uniform. It’s a sin to look as good as he does, even more so on his favorite bike, let alone in the uniform you love so much. You take a look at your watch once more and then look back at him, lifting your head up high as you ignore him, continuing to your car.
Am I the only one who has a desire to be Steve’s little housewife who wants to do everything he asks? And Steve has a size kink? Like he’s gentle but also wants to claim you very roughly but then he’s gentle after. And he wants everyone to know that you’re his in all ways 🫠
You are not the only one, nonnie. If Steve Rogers told me to quit my job tomorrow and be his housewife? Independent woman who? I'm a simple fictional hoe. I'll be happy to give him what he needs.
Steve respects your mind and enjoys in-depth conversations when he isn't balls deep inside you, but he also loves the sight of you in an apron while cooking a nice meal. You're something beautiful and special for him to come home to. It makes the missions worth it because you are worth fighting and caring for.
He loves making you fall apart on his cock. Bent over so he can watch himself sink inside you or pinning you down to make you take every inch, he makes sure you're wrecked. All the while he praises you for taking his cock like a good girl, his good wife. Maybe he'll breed you so everyone just how much you belong to him.
The ring on your finger helps.
Even on his roughest days, like after a mission, he takes care of you. Wiping you clean, murmuring words of love and affection as he holds you close. He may be a hero, but you're the one who saved him.
Summary | A little leap of faith is all you need to breathe.
The moonlight shines on your face, closing your eyes to let it sink into your skin, fingers gripping the handlebars. Ink is etched into your skin, covering your whole arm, opening your eyes to look at the latest and final piece on your sleeve. A birthdate that means nothing to those who catch a glimpse and everything to you. Under the black leather gloves, you can still make out the ring, knowing that all is right in the world, flexing your fingers to feel the soft weight of it, a confirmation that even when you’re apart, Steve is still there.
The bike is just another reminder, your smile spreading at the thought of how he’s trusted you with his pride and joy – even if you know that honestly, his pride and joy is you. The snap had put so much into perspective. Usually used to running from anything having to do with matters of the heart, Steve had managed to find the small allowances you’d made to get you to open up, your foot flexing on the accelerator, the moon lighting your way on the winding road.
You needed to clear your head, get out in the open space, let the world engulf you for a few moments so that you could sort it out. When those thoughts come in, they come with a vengeance. How could a super soldier, one who fought and saw more atrocities than you could ever think of, want someone like you, a bartender who happened to serve him on a late weekday shift, letting him stay as long as he wanted while you slowly closed up. You both had so much in common, losing your parents at a young age, losing more in the snap, including your best friend.
Hey Hey! I hope you are doing well! I’m a long time reader because your writing keeps me entranced I always come back and re-read and enjoy all that you produce. This morning I was re-reading Steve and Pippi, and I got to wondering how they are doing especially with the twins being born, how did that go? Is it possible to get an update on them? That’s all, I hope your Saturday is restful.
Aww I'm so happy that you love these crazy people! They are honestly one of my favs as well. I did have a great Saturday! Thank you so much. I hope this little drabble makes your day. I decided to go the fluff route for this. I hope you enjoy it!.
Pairing: Mafia!Steve x Pippi Reader
Words: 599
Warning: None. Pure fluff. This OTP is 18+ so minors DNI
The loud crack of thunder roused you from a well-needed slumber. Your nights weren’t your own anymore now that two beautiful boys now shared your heart with their father.
As you feel for him in the spacious bed, you are met with emptiness and the dent left that indicated he did indeed lay there with you. Confusion laced your face as your rubbed the sleep from your eyes, getting up slowly from the bed.
You pace yourself as the heaviness in your chest apparent from the liquid gold being produced every second. The softness of your slippers caress the skin of your feet as you pad down the hallway to check on the twins, hoping that the loud storm didn’t wake them.
But as you get closer to the door, you notice a small crack, hearing a low baritone voice. You step closer, peering in the open space to see both of your boys’ cribs empty but an occupied rocking chair with your husband softly rocking both of his sons.
The both seemed to be still fast asleep as Steve looks out of the window, passing his sight down to his heirs. Your heart clenched seeing the sweet image before you. Not wanting to interrupt their moment, you begin to walk away until you hear Steve’s voice again.
“No idea how I got so lucky to be your dad but… you got me until my last breath,” he whispers just softly enough for you to hear, “I’ll thank your mother every day for giving me you two, never worry about that.”
You stand still, bracing yourself against the door frame, listening in on the more he keeps talking.
Steve leans now, pressing his lips to both sleeping boys heads as the simultaneously snuggle up against him their father’s touch. He lets out a contented sigh, staring back out of the window again.
“And your mother… When you grow up, you’ll think I’m the strong one. But her? She gives me a run for my money. I may run this city but she runs me,” he chuckles softly, taking his bottom lip between his teeth and releasing it, “I must be doing something good to have her. All the wrong I’ve done and she really sees me. Can you believe that?”
Tears well in the corners of your eyes, seeing the man that everyone is afraid of be so soft and vulnerable. Outside this house, everyone gets the king of Brooklyn. But when he’s inside, Steve Rogers has no shame in showing his true self to you.
You broke him in the best ways and he put you back together in the same breath. It was never a question of taking his last name because he made it so easy to do.
A tear rolls down your cheek just as quick as you are able to wipe it away before walking back to your shared room to give him more time with your boys.
Some time passed by before you felt the familiar dip in the bed and strong arms lace around your soft curves. His scent hit you the moment he laid down and you melted against his touch like always.
Steve’s lips ghost up your back, meeting the shell of your ear, “You coulda came in Pippi…”
A faint smile spreads across your lips, “Wanted to give you your time,” you whisper, backing up closer to him.
Steve hums, pressing another loving kiss to the exposed skin of your back, “And I meant every word. My whole world will forever be you first and then our family…”
clingy wanda throughout a day in the compound. lots of kisses and pda, cuddles during movie night with the team and the rest of the avengers teasing them lightheartedly?
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