Okay but what about Omega!Bucky nesting???? HC plz 🥺
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Okay. First of all. THE NEST ITSELF. In my mind, omega Bucky of all pairings - baby bucks, canon bucks, shrunkyclunks buck - his nest is paramount. Ideally, I'm going with a baby bucky or a canon Bucky where they have the means and resources of a home with Steve so that he has a nest that's all to himself for everyday nesting, in addition to his mating nest he shares with his alpha, i.e. their bed.
His nests must be soft, cozy, enclosed, and with a bit of light (he's had enough of darkness poor buck buck 🥺) may I present the following visual aids:
First off, this is my favourite and the base nest I'm working off of. Note the two enclosed walls to give pre-heat Bucky a sense of safety but all layered in softness. Bonus points to the multiple body pillows. Now add on the warm lights for maximum coziness, perfect for nesting comfort.
Now that's not all, but what about this fourth wall? It's not an enclosed space! Like we all know, feral omegas reverting to their instincts will often nest in closets, where they can be fully enclosed. Now this Bucky knows he's safe, but as we see here below, adding a curtain to close off his nest adds a barrier of security (even if just mentally). Important also because this emphasizes that this is the omega's space. Bucky being able to control entry into his nest with this added "gate" means that even Steve, his alpha, must only enter his omega's nest with Bucky's consent. (Extra important when Bucky’s mad and needs his own space - Steve’s gotta grovel to earn his nest entry privileges)
Last touches, Bucky would also like a variety of soft textures - different weaves of pillows, knit blankets, jersey cotton, soft fuzzy Sherpa throws.
Okay now we move onto omega Bucky actually NESTING.
First, obviously Bucky would be clingy and possessive to his alpha, Steve. This manifests in a few different ways. If possible, ideally he’d just have Steve with him, within sight if not within reach. However, this isn’t Bucky in heat, he likes his alpha nearby while nesting because instincts demand that he needs to keep his alpha nearby in case his heat does set in at any time. It’s biological during his nesting period to feel anxious, keyed up, antsy when he doesn’t have his alpha nearby.
But other fun part of biology and hormones? Bucky is a moody little shit. Half the time he’s cuddly and affectionate and wants his alpha nearby, especially when some of the aches and pains starts setting in. He craves Steve’s comforting presence before everything just turns into mindless lust and fuck, swears that Steve’s gentle hands on his shoulders, rubbing his back, petting his head, helps soothe his mind and body better than any Midol or other meds. The other half the time:
god STEVE just stop doing whatever you’re doin--no that doesn’t mean leave the room jesus can you just NOT? (”Not what, baby?” Steve being a patient motherfucker but even he’s getting frustrated) I don’t KNOW just ugh -slams his nest curtains close- NO don’t LEAVE the room though, Steve! ( “So you want me to just stay here?... On the other side of the curtain?...”) YES stay here but I just don’t want to see your face is it that hard-
Considering all the heat sex that will soon follow in the coming days, Steve learns to just deal with nesting-homones-addled-Bucky.
However, contrary to common stereotypes of omegas being needy therefore weak, Bucky being possessive also means he’s aggressive and strong. There’s the biological instincts to keep Steve, his alpha, nearby for his heat setting in at any moment, which are also the same primal instincts that drive him to keep his alpha as well. Now Steve preens under this attention, but in public, gotta be careful to not start a scene. Catch Bucky growling and practically spitting at any other omega who gets too close to Steve, a friendly omega working the cash who bats her eyelashes just once gets a death glare, a nice waiter gulps and keeps his distance after Bucky voices a low threatening growl - basically anyone who might even dare trying to lure his alpha away from him finds themselves at the end of Bucky’s ire. Omegas aren’t just needy helpless things, especially strong confident omegas like Bucky? Bucky is a damn possessive territorial omega mf-er when it comes to his alpha.
But of course, you’ve got your traditional soffie nesting behaviours too, even with our badass omega buck. He’s damn good at building nests if he can say so himself. Around this time, Bucky’s definitely augmenting them with laundry from Steve’s pile. Shirts and maybe even boxers (Bucky definitely tries to stuff those in discretely - shush - no one needs to know) are intertwined with the pillow walls and throws. But sometimes that’s not enough. That’s when Steve will be lassoed into the nest for a nice cuddle session or a romp through the sheets (literally - Bucky rolls Steve around in the nest to really mark his scent in). Bucky’s nerves tend to be especially shot with nesting hormones. But xanax can’t compare to crawling into his well-scented and broken-in nest, and just being enveloped by both his and Steve’s scents, mingling together into a single scent that’s not easily distilled into its components, but just suffuses feelings that go straight to Bucky’s core: love, safety, comfort - home.
Smut fic prompts F3: "Knowing someone else can hear". An original Stevebucky pairing of your choosing.
Steve wasn’t sure how he managed to be this lucky of an asshole. Here he is - after all that the world had thrown at him - lounging at a luxury resort island with a - no, his - breathtakingly gorgeous young man by his side.
Bucky Barnes is a young engineer who had been netted by SI’s efficient talent-hunting streams that quickly snatches up the best and brightest in the country’s leading post-secondary institutions. And being the lucky asshole that he is, Steve had managed to snatch up this bright young man for himself as well as the fates would have it in a number of chance meetings in the Tower. And if he only happened to find out that Bucky had been anointed by Stark to be his informal protege himself, after Bucky had already snuck himself into Steve’s bed? Well Stark’s mock outrage would be his own problem. For all Steve was concerned, he had the man of his dreams with him every day and the sweetest boy under him every night.
Shaking himself out of his memories while recalling the joys of the past few months, Steve focuses on the now, as they take a sunset stroll hand-in-hand in the cooling evening air of the island.
Every year Stark hosts an extravagant company retreat by buying out a private resort for an entire week. He calls it “gotta show my R&D nerds how to be cool and party somehow” as he wandered around the poolside, pushing his own automatically cooled bar cart and making drinks for his employees. Pepper, on the side, explained to Steve that so many staff worked ridiculous lab hours and seldom took full advantage of their vacation days, combining professional development workshops to justify a week of all-expenses paid vacation helped boost up morale and staff well-being. That made more sense to Steve than whatever Tony was trying to explain, over the thumping bass that was also built into the bar cart he was pushing while brandishing a t-shirt gun.
Steve and Bucky are slowly winding back to their suite as they walk around the resort, excitedly pointing out activities they want to try the next couple of days (“scuba-diving, Steve, scuba-diving! - Personally, I think I’ve spent enough time under the ocean, Buck. - “You were in the Arctic, Steve. Bet you wouldn’t have minded 70 years in this ocean when you see the coral reefs.” - I appreciate the enthusiasm, baby, but I somehow doubt that.”)
They leisurely make their way into their suite but as as soon as Steve kicks their door closed behind them, Bucky is swooped up into his arms and Steve is in their bedroom with just a few strides, crossing the large living area with the last rays of sunset streaming in behind him through the floor-to-ceiling windows. He tosses Bucky onto his back who bounces once, twice, on the mattress with a squeal before Steve is climbing on top after him, grinning and caging him in while capturing his lips in a kiss. “Sun-kissed lips” had to only exist in saccharine romance novels, he thought, but maybe that was before he tasted Bucky’s lips, slightly chapped from a full day in the sun. Or maybe his lips would always taste intoxicating in a brand new way, every time they kiss. Either way, he barely brings himself to separate from Bucky, panting in the same air, slightly breathless as they look at each other with dopey smiles.
“So... “ Bucky starts as he twists a finger into the linen collar of Steve’s short-sleeve button-up, “I did some shopping for this trip, Daddy…”
His baby is transparent for Steve to read at this point, in all the time they’ve spent glued together over the course of their relationship, but he’s still happy to play coy and indulge him. "I can see that, sweetheart. I gotta say, your ass does look fantastic in these new shorts you bought with my credit card", pinching Bucky's bottom for effect.
"No, daddy." Steve grins and enjoys the little swat he gets in return for his pinch "I got somethin' a lil' extra special for the pool. But I wanted you to get a sneak peek first"
Buck shimmies out from underneath him and with a look through his eyelashes that never fails to quicken Steve's pulse, he pushes Steve to sit back against the pile of pillows at the head of the bed. Bucky sits back on his heels to unbutton his shorts before unzipping them slowly. Steve catches a glimpse of a dark blue before Bucky's kneeling up to push his shorts the rest of the way down. His breath catches as his eyes zero in on what Bucky’s shorts were hiding. Steve knows they’re at sea-level but it sure doesn’t feel that way from how he’s sure he’s light-headed from blood rushing south.
First of all, there's absolutely no way Steve is letting this bikini ever leave the room. It's a tiny deep sapphire blue triangle that barely covers - let alone contains - Bucky's package. Not only that, but the bikini seems to be held up by just lil strings tied into two bows on each side of his hips. Under his hands that seem to just have moved to Bucky's hips on their own, he can feel that just a snag or tug on those simple knots would undo and send the scrap of material fluttering down.
A low growl escapes his lips as he grips Bucky’s hips tight and drags him in closer onto his lap, thumbing the strings that are already straining to stay tied.
"Oh sweetheart - look atchu. Now you got another thing coming if you think there's any way I'm letting you outta here in these, struttin’ around the pool deck showin' off what's not yours to flash around, that what you wanted? ‘Cause these" - Steve cups a possessive hand between Bucky’s legs and grips the other around his neck, pulling him close so their lips are just breaths apart - “these belong to Daddy, don’t they?” squeezing just a bit to make his hold felt. His hands go straight to the strings on Bucky’s hips and he was right - just a slight tug has the knots undoing, exposing his half-chubbed up cock to Steve’s gaze. “Mhm, this lil’ cock right here, these cute lil’ balls,” fondling them in his large hands, “these aren’t yours, you know better. You gonna tell me who they belong to, sugar? Whose are these again?” as he grips just a little tighter.
Bucky flinches at the firmer grip and his hands fly to Steve’s shoulders to steady himself - “Yours, Daddy, it’s all yours” he gasps out.
“That’s right, sweetheart,” he pecks a kiss on Bucky’s lips, “that’s right.” His fingers roam from Bucky’s cock that’s quickly filling out around to his back, “and this hole? Whose is this, Bucky?” His fingers circle lightly around the tight pucker.
“Also yours, Daddy, oh please. I need-” Bucky’s hips are rocking into Steve’s now as he tries to grind in his lap and find some friction for his erection that’s now just starting to leak against Steve.
“Hm, I think I know what you need, baby. Think you need your Daddy to remind you who these,” his finger presses harder against Bucky’s hole, “belong to again so you don’t forget.” landing another kiss on his lips before flipping them over.
The prep is quick and dirty, the leisurely pace of the evening quickly replaced with a need for more and more. Steve’s third finger slips in with the first two and is thrusting them up deep, swallowing Bucky’s moans with open-mouthed kisses, their tongues slickly licking against each other like Steve’s fingers. It’s not long before Steve judges that Bucky is ready, and he himself is more than ready. His own cock is painfully hard next to Bucky’s leaking tip and Steve guides Bucky’s legs up, as he guides his slick cock into the tight, wet heat inside him that always steals his breath away.
“Oh sugar, that’s right. Always opening up so beautifully for Daddy, so good. So good for me.” Bucky’s eyes screw up tight as Steve takes just a moment to let them both adjust and catch their breath. Then, Steve begins moving, slowly for just a few thrusts, slower than what Bucky would like judging by his impatient sounds, before Steve hitches up his legs and really starts leaning into it and fucking his sweet boy like he deserves. Bucky’s gasps and whimpers that escape his lips just rile Steve up even more, speeding up his hips. .
“C’mon, baby. Give it to me, all those sweet little noises you give your Daddy. Show your Daddy you’re feeling good. We’ve got the whole floor in this place, remember? No one to hear you except me, sugar.” Steve angles his hips until the moans that Bucky can’t even try to hold back lets him know he’s hitting the right spot, and keeps fucking mercilessly into his body as he watches in awe at Bucky falling apart under his touch. Sure enough, Bucky just lets his jaw slack open, long moans and high whimpers falling from his mouth between pants and gasps of pleasure. Before long, Steve’s hearing the telltale “ngh, ngh” sounds punctuating his every thrust and he knows Bucky is close, as is he, the white hot sparks of pleasure shooting down his spine prompting him to drive ever deeper and harder into him. Steve wraps a hand around Bucky’s cock and just the mere touch has Bucky crying out and shooting off, come splattering up his front. His tight walls flutter and clench down on Steve’s cock and he’s helpless but to fall into his orgasm alongside Bucky.
When his eyes clear and their breaths even out, Steve gently pulls out, tenderly brushing a strand of long hair out of Bucky’s face as Bucky grimaces at the empty feeling where he was just so full. Collapsing to his side, Steve rolls Bucky with him and peppers his face with a few more kisses (there’s never enough kisses).
“Well good thing I brought another pair of swim shorts too, since that didn’t pan out too well, huh?” Bucky cheekily says with a smirk. Steve laughs and rolls over to his other side, fishing for something inside his bag on the floor that he had stashed earlier while Bucky wasn’t looking.
“Nope - and to make sure you don’t forget your lesson,” Steve reaches behind Bucky and gently works the plug inside and past his undoubtedly tender rim. Bucky lets out a whine, hips seeming confused on whether to move closer or away from the object pressing inside him, “Really, Steve? Is this necessary?” whimpering as the plug’s widest slips past and settles in nicely.
Steve’s wearing a smirk of his own now. “Sure is, baby. Now c’mon, let’s get cleaned up in that jacuzzi on the balcony and I’ll make it up to you and get you feeling good with my hands again.”
The air was getting chillier now as the evening settled in and breezes came through the windows left open by housekeepers, so Bucky shrugged and followed. It spoke to the extravagance of this villa, reserved only for Tony and the Avengers who tagged along, that each suite occupied the whole floor with a balcony that stretched out with a view of the sea which you could enjoy from your own private jacuzzi.
Also considerably perked up by the promise of getting Steve’s hands all over him again, Bucky pads onto the balcony where Steve’s lifting the cover off the tub. The water is comfortably warm but not overly hot as they climb in. They take a moment to just bask in the rumbling water, eyes closed and contented sighs, as the jets work their magic on any lingering tension in their muscles. Before long though, Steve finds himself with a lap that’s slowly being taken over by a wet wriggly Buck and peeks an eye open.
“I was promised something, Daddy”, Bucky somehow manages to pout yet maintain an innocent look at the same time. Chuckling, Steve pulls him in close, cradling his head into the crook of his neck., hands sweeping up and down and caressing every inch of skin he could get his fingers on. If there was any tension even left in Bucky’s body, it seeps out with every pass of Steve’s broad hands.
“I did, didn’t I? Well I can’t hold back on my sweet boy ever.” He pecks another kiss on Bucky’s forehead and sweeps his hands down his back again, but this time pausing a moment at the base of his spine, searching-. Steve grins when Bucky jolts wildly, water splashing over the tub side, as a buzz comes alive inside him and through him and he cries out, barely muffled by Steve’s shoulder. “What the shi-- Steve!”
“I did say I’d get you feeling good again, didn’t I, sweetheart?”
“You said with your hands! I thought you meant like a nice jacuzzi massage, not-” his words breaking off into a moan as the unconscious movements of his hips budge the plug into a particularly good spot inside him.
“Oh you’re right, I did say my hands, too. That’s my bad, sugar. Here-” And Steve wraps his head around both their cocks, Bucky’s already hard again thanks to the relentless internal stimulation and all his wriggling had Steve most of the way there again already.
Now Steve’s not exactly a sadist but it’s hard to keep the amusement off his face as Bucky flails and fails to keep the increasingly stressed sounds in, as Steve works their cocks with expert precision. Along with the plug vibrating mercilessly inside him and the rumbling of the water all around them, Bucky is quite helplessly trapped in an onslaught of sensation from every side. Steve is just working his hand over the sensitive head of Bucky’s dick when he freezes at the sound of a sliding door and a familiar voice in the balcony overhead. A balcony in the penthouse suite above them which means it can only belong to-
“Look Pepper, I know I said I’d get that report to the Board before we flew out but those old shits can wait a weekend. I’m sure they’re all on their yachts right now anyways, can’t we enjoy ourselves for just one night?”
Steve doesn’t hear Pepper’s response when his attention is torn away by the whimper that escapes Bucky, who’s smushed his face into Steve and has a hand plastered over his own mouth, practically vibrating with tension. He pulls Bucky’s hand away and tilts his head to look at him.
“Hey, now… I thought you were being good for me? Thought I told you to not keep those pretty sounds from Daddy?” He whispers, into his ears, but carefully assessing Bucky’s face and eyes, waiting for their safe word or any signs of serious distress.
When none comes, Steve keeps going, whispering into Bucky’s ears and efficiently jerking his hand along their cocks under the still rumbling water. “We’ll have to be quiet, now, sweet thing, but I still want to hear you so don’t hold back either. And not because Tony doesn’t need to know his little protégé loves his Daddy doing filthy things to him, oh no.” He chuckles, his hand moving faster and Bucky responds with a soft feminine whine into Steve’s ear. “It’s because these sweet noises you make, sugar, they’re all mine. And you know already that Daddy doesn’t share what’s his, doesn’t he?” His low voice mostly masked by the rumbling of the water and pump of the jacuzzi.
Bucky’s hips are grinding into Steve’s lap now, little splashes of the water accompanying the soft whimpers he lets out into Steve’s neck, mindful to never let them get too loud. Steve registers the sliding door above them shutting in the back of his mind but he keeps going, whispering filthy sweet words into his boy’s ears. He’s not unaffected by the vibrations of the water jets around them, the wriggling of Bucky in his lap, and soon, Steve finds himself at the brink once more.
He brings his hand that’s been holding Bucky tight to him down to the cleft of his ass and pushes on the base of the plug, pressing the vibrating toy straight into Bucky’s prostate. “Come, Buck, c’mon give it to me” and Bucky’s wail is barely muffled with the bite he lands onto the meat of Steve’s shoulders, the extra spark of sensation dragging Steve along with him into bliss.
Deft fingers find their way down to the plug to switch it off as Bucky starts twitching and whimpering from oversensitivity and then those strong arms are wrapping around the slightly trembling younger man. “So good for me, sweetheart, so good for me. Are you alright?” Steve asks, a little concerned at the silence. Shifting back to take a look at Bucky’s face, he realizes that he’s shaking from silent laughter, barely holding it together.
“I can’t believe we did that, right beneath my boss” dissolving into silent giggles in Steve’s arms. In the cool seaside air of the night, Steve chuckles as well and continues soaking in the soothing currents of the hot water with Bucky, his sweet boy and loving boyfriend, in his arms.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY LYNNE FROM YOUR PREMIER SOFTIE! LOVE YOU TO BITS AND I HOPE YOU HAVE A WHALE OF A DAY/YEAR LIKE I HAD A WHALE OF A TIME WRITING THIS. <3 <3 DON’T ASK I’M OUT OF THE JUICE.
"In 6B, it all goes back to Scott’s character and where Scott would be going from here, finally going from teen wolf to man wolf. It’s really his evolution as a character" YAY
The interview with Jeff Davis from tonight said that they have no idea if Dylan will be coming back so tonight's episodes might've been his last ??? Umm I think the fuck not
i thought he was confirmed for 6b?? just not every episode
