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[buckets-and-trees]

Navy, Navy, Navy...

You dropped this man in my askbox at the beginning of the week, and I knew I knew him, but it took me a couple of days to figure out exactly which Steve he was...

And then I realized he's absolutely Buck's Eleven Steve...

Collection: Buck's Eleven Title: Bookings and Rings Characters/Pairings: Steve Rogers x Female Reader Word Count: 650  Summary: Our first glimpse of Steve's girl in this AU. Can be read as a standalone, you only need to know Bucky and Steve are putting together a big heist job for New Year's Eve 1960.

Content Warnings: hints of 1960s societal views, movement toward smut at the end (fade to black)

Logistical Notes: Thank you @vonalyn for spiffing this up and making sure it was up to snuff. This ticks off my first box in my @the-slumberparty Bingo Card B4 "Proposal."

↠ Masterlist | Aspen's Ask Box | Field Guide to the Forest

You lock and close the door behind you, letting out a happy sigh. You’re home. You drop your keys on the table in the entry and step out of your heels, clutching them in one hand and your travel bag in the other, then make your way down the hall into the living room.

You pause and grin at the sight in front of you.

Steve is sitting in one of the armchairs, relaxed, reading the paper, the bright afternoon sun streaming in from the window behind him. You can tell he’s had a fresh haircut since you saw him last week. He’s in a brown tweed sport coat and black shirt. He always looks good.

“You’re home early,” you say.

“Is that a complaint?” he asks, returning your grin as he lowers the paper to look at you.

“Well, you’re also in my home, not your home.”

“Until you agree to call my home your home, sometimes I just can’t help myself when I want to see my girl.”

You roll your eyes and shake your head, but the grin is still on your face. “Good thing you’re handsome, Rogers.”

“And you know I��m good for other things, too,” he says as he folds up the paper and sets it aside. “Now come over here, tell me about your day. Where were you?”

You deposit your heels and your sleek blue Pan Am duffel on the couch, then sit on the coffee table in front of Steve. “Rio de Janeiro.”

“Long flight then, let me take care of my girl.” Steve gestures for you to rest your feet up on his thigh, and as you do, he immediately takes one of your stocking-clad feet in his strong hands and begins pressing his thumbs deeply into the sole. You moan and some of the tension in other parts of your body starts to melt away. Steve smiles at that. “Tell me about your day.”

You do. While you talk, he listens, asks a few questions, moves to rubbing out your other foot completely, and then starts working up your calves.

When you’ve caught him up on the relevant pieces of the things that have happened the past few days, shared the frustrations as well as the funny stories, you finally ask him, “What do you want – I get the foot rubs when you want something.”

“You’d get this regularly if you’d accept my ring, honey,” you open your mouth to protest, but he shakes his head and continues, “I know, I know, you’re not ready to give up your explorations.”

“No, I’m not.”

“But you remember I’ve always got that ring with me. You say the word and it’s yours.”

You lean forward and kiss him, then say, “I’m not saying no, I’m just saying not now.”

“I’ll take you everywhere you want to go.”

You lean back a little and tilt your head. “I know.” You rest your hand over his heart. “And I am yours… just not your wife yet.”

“Yet,” he echoes.

You laugh then kiss him again. It’s a long kiss this time, one that has him eventually pulling you into his lap, and your arms are wrapped tightly around each other, lips and tongues dedicated to nothing more than connecting and expressing the feelings between the two of you.  

It only ends when you’re both completely breathless.

“What do you need from me?”

“Two things… I need to get a team into Vegas. Can you book them in?”

“Sure, leave me the list of their names and departure cities before you leave, I’ll put them in.”

“Thank you, honey.”

“What else?”

He grins and his hand slips between your thighs, moving right up to your mound. “Let me take you to bed and give you more reasons to make it hard for you to hold out on finally becoming my wife.”

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[biteofcherry]

Hope you have a safe train ride, Eva!

Who are you sharing a compartment with?

Steve

Ari

Andy

Why not all three? 😏

It's a long ride and I have three holes 🤭🫣

Andy, Steve and Ari are on a business trip and were supposed to drive one of their cars, but there was a problem starting it, so they simply decided to get on the train. Less chance at traffick fucking up their schedule.

You saved up a bit to splurge for your trip, so you bought yourself a ticket in a first class compartment. More room and privacy. When you booked it, only your seat was taken, but when these three walk into your compartment you don't mind it much.

They're charming, make you a little shy, but manage to coax you into flirting.

Then Ari's hand rests on your knee, gently pulling on it, so your legs spread. Steve's leg nudges between your thighs just as Andy closes the curtains...

Soft, demanding lips swallow your pitiful protests, while warm hands slide your panties down.

You've never kissed while bent forward, but you do now, as someone's mouth licks into you from behind. Then your cheeks are squished in a firm grip, your face turned to the side and a big cock is pushed into your mouth.

Thick fingers coax your first release, while the cock drives further down your throat. A third pair of hands skilfully unbuttons your cardigan and tugs your bra down; he cups your breasts and plays with them, pinches your nipples until you squirm and clench.

Three low, deep voices praise and degrade you sweetly, turning each of their promises to take your holes into reality as the fingers from your pussy move to stretch your rim.

Each of them takes your mouth at least once. Each enjoys your drippy, wet pussy, too. They make you cum even as you cry that you can't anymore.

A hand sticky with your juices clamps over your mouth when your ass is slowly forced down onto a throbing cock.

They hold you spread while one fucks your unused hole, giving a perfect view and access to your pussy.

A few slaps on your clit have you coming again. Then there are more fingers pushing in and a mouth sucking you into oblivion.

Your mouth falls open again, tongue sticking out to suck on a pretty cock.

You had your plans for that trip, but as Andy, Steve and Ari help you dress and compose yourself (though none wipes away their cum leaking out of you), they invite you to their hotel suite. Their business meetings will be stressful and you're such a sweet, pliant release for them.

[krirebr]

A May Flower for you.

❃Lily❃: ask a question about a WIP

Share the first line from a WIP and the last current line from another.

Hello, Navy, love!

Ok, this first line (paragraph, whatever leave me alone) is from Through the Thick & Thin, which will be the first part of Killing Moon.

You grinned as you let Mace slam you against the wall. You could have resisted his human strength without even trying, but you liked it when he pushed you around. And you knew he got off on the knowledge that you let him do it.

And I dug deep into my WIP folder to bring you this: the last lines from It Breaks if You Don't Force It, the basement husband!Curtis fic I teased months ago and never got back to.

He finished sitting up and put his head in his hands. He couldn’t get upset or panicked. He needed to stay calm. He had to be able to think.

Please come screech at me if I need to start focusing on that one again!

Thank you for the May flower, my dear!

[hansensgirl]

Sab. ❤️

Describe your latest WIP with 5 emojis.

oh my…

it’s a lloyd fic, which i truthfully haven’t touched in over a week! i would describe it as 😵‍💫🫠🥵🫣🖤 lollll thank you for the ask, honey!

[buckets-and-trees]

Six months of weekly lunches? Sure I’d be patient, but desperate on the inside pining away after him!

How did he miss you already?

The softness! The yearning! Oh I love him!

And Alpine! 😻

I wish I had a smitten Bucky. Just sees me and wants me. 🥺

I know the feeling, nonnie.

Check Yes or No

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: Bucky instantly falls for you, but waits to ask you out.

Word Count: Over 2.1k

Warnings: Fluff, could be seen as instalove on Bucky's side, attraction, slight insecurities, minor time jump, Alpine being the best, slight feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?).

A/N: I can't send Bucky your way, lovelies, so I hope you enjoy this short, surprise fic! ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Bucky wasn't looking for love the day he met you, but it found him anyway.

“Hey, Buck,” Steve greeted from his seat when he walked into the conference rooms and nodded to the spot beside him that you occupied. “I’d like you to meet our newest transfer. She’s also moving into the Tower.”

He was a changed man the moment your eyes met. Breathtaking was a word to describe you given how he had forgotten to breathe. He had witnessed many sunrises and sunsets in his life, a kaleidoscope of colors painted in the sky to both soothe and awaken the soul. They paled in comparison to the beauty before him.

Once glance and he belonged to you completely.

“Hi, Bucky. It’s nice to meet you.”

While he wasn't sure if Heaven existed, you speaking his name was like hearing the voice of an angel.

“I’m Bucky.”

Of all the things he could've said, reiterating his name was what his mouth went with.

Instead of giving him a weird look or brushing him off when he scowled at himself, you smiled. “I look forward to us working together.”

Bucky couldn't tell you what the meeting was about that day, but he remembered the details about you. The way you leaned forward in your seat to pay extra attention when someone else spoke, also giving him an ample view of your chest before he reminded himself not to stare. The slight crease in your forehead when you jotted down an important note. And the soft giggle you let out when Steve cracked a joke.

He suddenly wished he was funnier.

“Have a good rest of the day, Bucky,” you said when the meeting ended.

Bucky didn't have to try to smile with you. It just came naturally. When you smiled back, it was easy to imagine what it would be like if you were his girl.

“You, too,” he replied, giving himself a mental victory for not screwing up his words this time. “Wait!”

You paused and looked at him expectantly. “Yeah?”

Bucky realized he had no reason to keep you from leaving. He just didn't want you to go. “Do you need help moving your stuff in?”

“I actually got my things moved in late last night, but thanks for the offer,” you replied, checking the time with wide eyes. “I'm so sorry. I have to go. I’m in 2L if you need anything!”

“Bye,” he called after you, turning in his chair to watch you go.

How did he miss you already?

Though Steve had a knowing look in his eyes, he graciously kept his mouth shut as he left the room. He reminded him an hour later that he wouldn't break any bylaws by asking you out. The punk somehow knew that you weren't seeing anyone.

Which made him happy.

While he appreciated Steve looking out for happiness, he still had to get his head on straight.

“Once I completely trust my own mind, maybe I will,” Bucky said, even though the stuff was already out of his head. He owed it to himself to take his time. And you.

Imagine his surprise when he found a note from you on his door the next day.

Hey, Bucky! Lunch on me today? Check YES or NO.

The lopsided grin on his face wouldn't go away when he read it again. You must've been interested in him enough to ask about him. How else did you know his apartment number? Why else would you ask him to lunch?

He nearly shouted “YES” in the hall before he came to his senses and simply checked the option before he returned the note to your apartment door.

When he met up with you later, he told himself it wasn't a date. It couldn't be, right? It didn't keep his heart from stopping when you answered your door. Dressed down and casual, you looked like an angel went to Earth just for him.

“Hey, Bucky,” you smiled. “Ready to go?”

He hadn't said much on the way to the cafe since he was too busy hanging on to your every word, but it was like he had known you for ages as you carried on the conversation. Your questions weren't invasive and you didn't seem to mind the occasional short answers. It was also the shortest meal of his life, over too soon for his liking, and he also refused to let you pay for his meal.

He wanted to show you that gentlemen still existed.

“Lunch again next week?” You offered.

“Sure,” he answered, his head spinning from giddiness.

But it wasn't a date.

It was time to change that.

Today was the day. Six months from the day he met you. Six months of chatting with you between missions and slowly getting to know you over weekly lunches. Six months of falling for you more and more each day and he finally worked up the courage to ask you out.

But falling was the easy part. Confessing was an entirely different story. He would either crash to the ground and hope his wounds would later heal or you’d catch him as he fell. No matter what, he wouldn't let his nerves get the better of him.

“Just like we practiced, okay?” Bucky asked.

“Meow.”

Alpine nuzzled her head against Bucky’s with a gentle purr when he huffed. She was his little partner-in-crime through and through. Like you, even though you didn't realize it, the little white ball of fur helped save him. He was fairly certain he wasn't supposed to bring her to this floor, but any reprimand would be worth it.

Besides, the Tower, office, anywhere they operated should allow them to have their pets with them, especially for emotional support.

“I'm counting on you,” he teased, placing the folded up piece of paper in her mouth. “Go.”

He peeked around the corner when he set Alpine down. The sun illuminated you from where you sat in the lounge, curled up in your normal spot on the sofa. You liked to relax there occasionally to read. He wondered what book you had with you today.

Thankfully, no one was around to disturb you.

Except for him.

“Alpine, is that you?” You asked when you looked up, closing the book as the cat approached you. While the feline was cautious of some, she warmed up to you immediately when you met and solidified that you were the one for him. “Whatcha got there? Where’s Bucky?”

His name spilling from your lips was still one of his favorite sounds.

He held his breath when Alpine jumped up beside you, opened her mouth, and dropped the paper in your lap. He immediately began to second guess himself when you unfolded it with a furrowed brow. Why did he think this was a good idea? Why didn't he just ask you like a normal guy?

To be fair, he hadn't been normal for some time.

“Will you go out with me? Check YES or NO. Love, Bucky,” you read out loud with a huge smile, which was enough to make his heart race. You giggled a moment later when Alpine bumped your hand, the soft noise making his stomach do a funny sort of flip. “Okay, okay. Let me get my pen out of my bag.”

Bucky exhaled a little as he moved to stand in the doorway. You didn't toss the paper away, so that had to be a good sign. He carefully kept himself from showing any outward emotion when you met his gaze, but his knees nearly gave out. His palms also began to sweat when you gave him a half smile.

Just when he thought you couldn't look more beautiful than you had the day before, you proved him wrong.

He ran a hand through his hair and hoped he looked halfway decent since he hadn't brushed it. But you commented a few weeks back that you liked it long when you saw an old photo, so he wanted to grow it out. He lost count of how many times he imagined your fingers in his hair

Maybe one day.

Watching you grab your pen, it was like he was drowning. The tide pulled him under as you made a mark on the sheet. His lungs burned when you handed it back to Alpine. He couldn't come up for air. He couldn't breathe.

Until you smiled again.

“Thanks, Alpine,” you said.

His cat gracefully walked back to Bucky and he swore he caught you trying not to giggle as she climbed up his leg. His heart hammered in his chest when he took the slip of paper from her mouth. Meeting your tender gaze, he couldn't bring himself to open it though.

After he told himself he wouldn't let his nerves get the better of him.

“Not going to see what my answer is?” You asked as he carried Alpine into the lounge.

“I want to,” he replied, sighing as he took a seat beside you. His cat was perfectly content to lay in his lap. “But I’m questioning if I did this the right way.”

The note you gave him for a simple lunch request may have been a small gesture in your eyes, but it meant the world to him. He thought by asking you out this way that he could give you something meaningful in return. Something that only the two of you shared.

That was all he wanted.

You turned toward him, your knee touching his. The small touch sent heat down his spine. “Open it and you’ll find out.”

He nodded, thankful that his vibranium hand didn't shake as he lifted the sheet. “Wait, let me say something before I do.”

The corner of your lip tugged as you tried not to smile. “Bucky-”

“I like you. I really like you. I have since the day we met. And I'm going to like you tomorrow. And the day after that and the day after that,” he admitted in a rush, catching your sharp inhale as he looked into your eyes. “But I know my past isn't easy to deal with. If you just want to be a teammate or colleague, that’s okay. Just. Being a part of your life in some way is more than enough.”

Alpine lifted her head and looked between the two of you, as if she was waiting with baited breath to see what would happen next.

Bucky felt a crack in his heart when you didn't speak or react, his body slumping slightly into the couch. It was okay. He took a chance and told you how he felt. He wouldn't force you to reciprocate.

“Bucky?” You asked above a whisper, reaching over to help him unfold the paper. He gasped when he saw the checkmark beside “YES”, blinking rapidly to make sure you picked that box. “I really like you, too.”

“You do?” He exhaled, grasping your hand with renewed joy. He was careful not to squeeze too hard. Hurting you was the last thing he ever wanted to do.

“Yeah. Pretty much since the day I met you,” you admitted, glancing in your lap before you met his gaze again. He saw stars in your eyes. “And your past isn't your fault, Bucky. You aren't something to ‘deal with’, okay? You’re a good man. I can give you a whole list of reasons if you need it.”

Physically, Bucky’s body was in peak condition. Your confession, however, caused all of the air to leave his lungs and made him weak in the best possible way. A familiar warmth moved through Bucky’s veins as he breathed again and it dawned on him at that moment that he hadn't felt cold since you walked into his life.

Not once.

Your faith in him gave him strength. Your mere existence gave him the courage to try. And he didn't have to go it alone.

“Wow,” he breathed, relieved and elated as he gave you a small smile. “How about tomorrow night?”

“It’s a date,” you smiled.

“Great,” he smiled back. A date. He couldn't wait to see the look on Steve's face when he told him that he finally asked you out.

“And I think the note was purrfect,” you teased at Alpine before you scrunched up your face. “I ruined the moment, didn't I?”

Bucky brought your hand to his mouth, kissing it as gently as he possibly could. He could hear your heart race. So was his. “Not at all.”

He knew it was too soon to say he loved you and it was likely too soon for you to feel that way about him, but he felt hope in your smile that you would one day.

For now, he had a date to plan all because you checked “yes”.

We know it'll be the best date ever, right? Love and thanks for reading! 💙

Masterlist ⚓ Bucky Barnes Masterlist ⚓ Ko-Fi

[buckyismybicycle]

NAVY

Why are you trying to SLAY ME SO EARLY IN THE MORNIN 🥲🥲🥲🥲

Look at them all cute and shit over a dinner 😭

*Joaquin talking excitedly about their mission like DID you SEE the swoop I did last second though WASNT THAT COOL*

*Bucky trying not to recall the fucking HEART ATTACK he had when he saw Joaquin nosediving and just giving Joaquin a lil cheers, because his baby bird deserves it, he DOES, but can he do it without looking like he’s gonna plummet to the ground 😭😭*

[bucksangel]

📣 Hey! Hey! Here we go!

Is there a fic you posted that you wish had gotten a bit more attention? Share the fic, please. ❤️

my lovely navy!! hello!!

the fic i have chosen is All You Want, The Stars And The Sun (angst w/ a happy ending)

this is quite possibly one of my favorite fics i've ever written. i was going through a little bit of a rough patch in my life when I first wrote most of it (aka the angsty parts). i hate sad endings but i didn't feel like i was capable of writing anything really happy/hopeful so i took some time away from it and when i was feeling a little better i went back to it and decided i wanted to finish it with a happy ending because i finally felt like i could do it justice. finishing it was really cathartic for me, and I guess i kinda wish more people read it

summary below

“Lie to me.” The request is simple, softly spoken into your hair while his lips press themselves to the top of your head. There’s a long pause as you gather yourself enough to push through the inevitable, heart turning heavier with each silent second that passes. “Please.” And, fuck. The quiver in his voice does nothing to hide the clear pain in his soul, and a small teardrop slides down his cheek as you whisper softly. “I love you, Bucky.”

[buckets-and-trees]

💕 Self-love time! Talk about which ones of YOUR creations (edits, artworks, fanfics) you enjoy the most, for whatever reason. Send to other creators to do the same if you wish. 💕

NAVY, MY DEAR, THANK YOU for the ask! I received it this morning, but after the day I had, I definitely need a little self-love, so I'm so grateful this was waiting for me...

First is my Cedar Trees Collection that features a Royal!Rogers x Royal!Reader arranged marriage. I wrote the first story for it in December over just a day or two, and I remember just feeling very connected to the story - where I was setting it, the transitions of tone I wanted to show, and what I felt like was a less-frequently seen display of the royal-arranged-marriage trope? I very much fell for this Steve and these two. One of the reasons this became even more dear to my heart was that I about fainted when @writing-for-marvel popped out of nowhere sprinkling the fic with hearts as well, and my chest was fit to burst. I wrote the second story when she requested it for my 300 follower request fest, and I was excited to build out more story for these two but a bit nervous that I wouldn't be able to take it where I wanted to and have it be a piece that could proudly be paired with the original, but then I feel like it did come out how I hoped. There are a few more pieces I want to write for them, but I'm putting absolutely no pressure or deadlines on writing them because I adore them too much.

Second is Witchview which is a 1300-word Steve x witchy!Reader story I wrote for @boxofbonesfic's Friday the 13th Challenge last January. I feel like I was challenged by and conquered packing a complicated story with the essential elements while also building the background, including some setting elements, and really moving through from beginning to end giving pieces but also baking some intrigue/mystery into just 1300 words.

Third is Sacrificial, the Minotaur!Bucky x Reader dark terato fic that I stayed up all night to write a few weeks ago. That was... Mmmph. I just. That Saturday I needed monster smut and shouted/pouted at @rookthorne about it and 10 hours later had spit out 3.5k I was wickedly proud of.

I'm honestly writing a lot of things that my mind really is in love with right now/lately and that is so satisfying. I'm really grateful for that because I've loved writing since I was a teen and I haven't written for years, so to be living in my writing era again... it's so fulfilling and I am eager to share things coming up and still dying any time anyone leaves even half a comment reblog about liking one of my stories, too.

[jen-with-a-pen]

OOOH navy!!! Hello!!!

It's so funny that you sent this... This is lowkey part of the next installment of All Tied Up 🤭😁 I'm hoping after my work trip I'll be able to get back to that series (hopefully 🤞)

Also love love seeing you in my inbox or notifications in general!!! you're one of the best motivators and you keep me going when I need it <3

[sagechanoafterdark]

✨ Writer Ask Time ✨

You have to delete all your fics, except for one. Which one are you saving and why? ❤️

Oh my god! What is this @navybrat817, a Barbara Walters interview?! 🤣 I'm going to have to delete them all accept for one? 🤔

Who am I saving? Well I guess if I'm going to be saving someone it's going to be All Good Things. For practical reasons it's my only completed series and was a labor of love. Sentimentally speaking I love the characters and their story together.

I love how ghost Bucky showing up in her life made our Witchy!reader realize that she didn't want to be alone anymore and wanted to be with him.

I love how Bucky was able to be himself without the baggage of his past weighing him down.

I love how they both try to protect one another in their own ways.

I love how their story went full circle and the underlying theme of fate.

How even though they're not the same people at the end of the story that Bucky sought our Witchy!Reader out and listened to his own soul.

I love that they're getting a real chance at happy ever after together, no matter what that looks like for them.

I just love the two of them together and they make my heart soar. 💕 So if I can only save one of my stories. It's going to be theirs.

[buckets-and-trees]

@navybrat817 I went all in for all the hair. I wish mine had this much volume currently hahahaha!

This Barbie is me...

Make your own Picrew Barbie 💕

No pressure tags; @princessmisery666 @holylulusworld @justagirlinafandomworld @writingsoftheloser @little-diable @rainbowkisses31 & anyone else 💕

[biteofcherry]

"Look at that slut," your quiet hiss is embarrassingly whiny.

"Huh?" Your friend glances your way than at what you're staring.

Or rather who.

Steve Rogers. In all his beefy, handsome glory. Sitting just a few tables away with some of his friends.

"Flexing those huge biceps. He deliberately plays with that sleeve, I'm telling you." You continue, unable to look away from Steve.

"And the undone top buttons? Flashing that tattoo?" You continue, huffing in growing frustration. "Such a slut."

[thebluemage]

NAVY NAVY NAVY I SWEAR I’D DO ANYTHING FOR HIM!! MY LOVE AND FERALITY FOR MY HUSBAND NEVER CEASES, IT ONLY INTENSIFIES WITH EVERY WAKING SECOND OF MY EXISTENCE PLEASE ❤️‍🔥😩🔥 HE COULD LITERALLY POUND INTO ME LIKE A WILD ANIMAL AND WRECK ME LIKE THERE’S NO TOMORROW AND I’D SAY ‘DO IT AGAIN, PLEASE’ 🥺😩

[eccentricallygothic]

The way I fucking disintegrated???

[buckets-and-trees]

well, that's just how your alpha wants you, isn't it, Navy?

Sleepy bear

[foxgloveprincess]

Aw, thanks Navy! 💜