Would you ever consider doing a similar to the make me series with stucky and fem reader ? Like double daddies meaning double punishment. But also double rewards?
Hmm...that's an interesting idea. To be honest, I haven't written anything Stucky-related in a while. So, I'm not sure.
But I will definitely keep this idea in the back of my mind. I will admit that there is limited space up there right now, what with Ari Levinson and Andy Barber each trying to battle it out in my imagination.
Thanks for the ask! And if you have more ideas, always feel free to send them my way. You never know what might spark someone's imagination!
From my observations of both Stucky and Sambucky fandoms and as a non-shipper having no horse in this race, I can safely conclude that the Sambucky fandom has no respect nor regard for Bucky. He’s just a means to fulfill fantasies and for the shippers’ fav to have someone loving and doting on them while being reduced to nothing more than a plot device.
Hi Anon,
I'm not sure I understand what you mean, and anyway I don't agree. But this is a debate I'm not really interesting in, because it is the first time in my time on Tumblr that I have heard that "the Sambucky fandom has no respect for Bucky... and the rest of what you said". I just think you just trying to start something... but I don't know what.
I'm posting this in case someone wants to take the bait, but I personally think this is a bad case of trolling🤔?
This last week’s been pretty bad guys. There’s been a lot of meetings with representatives of other countries trying to convince T’Challa to give us up. So far there haven’t been any threats of war but if it came down to it, I would give myself up before letting our friends go to war over us. Bucky would have to disappear, I’m not going to stand by and watch him get captured again.
oh ok. i was wondering if u could do something where y/n steve and bucky r on a road trip and while they’re in a more desolate area she’s misbehaving so they stop the car and all get out and paddle her over the hood of the car? maybe not a lot of ppl see obv since it’s an empty ish road but maybe one or two cars drive by 😉
Know Your Girl
Summary: You piss Steve and Bucky off on the way to a Party. Read the earlier installments: No Biting, Watch Your Hands, Don’t Keep Secrets Steve Rogers x Black!Reader x Bucky Barnes
*Warnings: Angry Stucky, Daddy Kink, Spanking with a Paddle, Cursing, Bratty Reader, Butt Plugs, Pet Names, Minors DNI
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Yes, you were sulking. So what? You’d told Steve and Bucky that you hadn’t wanted to go to this stupid party from the beginning. In fact, you’d even begged them to let you stay home, which was unusual for you since you were always begging to get out of the damn house.
Had they listened to you? Of course not! They had informed you that if you couldn’t be bothered to shower and dress yourself, then they would do it for you. And they had promised that you wouldn’t enjoy it.
Not wanting them to make good on their threat, you’d done as they asked. Both of your men, or your Daddies as they were, knew that you didn’t exactly care for many of the people attending this party. This was especially true of the women, it was something about this particular group…they had no shame. You walk into the wrong room and you might interrupt a multi-person sexcapade.
That’s not to say you weren’t open minded, because you were. After all, you were dating two men at the same time. Two men who had, uh, a number of questionable business dealings.
So here you sat in the back of the town car, sandwiched between your incredibly handsome boyfriends. They were both dressed to the nines. If you had to be honest, seeing them decked out in their matching black suits…it was hard not to want to jump their bones. But right now, you’re angry. You’re pouting. And if there is one thing your men hate when it comes to you, it’s pouting.
Too damn bad, boys. You’re gonna have to deal with my shitty attitude all fucking night if I feel like it. You think to yourself.
Bucky’s hand grips your knee, stroking it gently. “I’m going to need to see a smile, doll. And I’m going to need to see it fast.” You look over at him and make a show of narrowing your eyes.
With a sigh, you purse your lips and return your eyes to the road ahead. “I told you I didn’t want to come. I’m here under duress. Therefore, I think it’s only fair that you accept whatever attitude I choose to give you.”
The weight of Steve’s gaze heats your skin. “Y/N, how many times do Daddy Buck and I need to remind you to do as you’re told?” You say nothing. “We’ve promised you that no one is going to touch you tonight. You believe us don’t you?” His lips brush your check as they sweep their way down your neck, giving you goose pimples. You shrug him off, which makes him growl.
“I already told you that I am uncomfortable and I don’t want to go. You won’t listen, so guess who else won’t be touching me tonight?” They both turn to stare at you, as if daring you to finish your statement. “That’s right boys, it’s you.” Somehow you force yourself to ignore their twin snarls.
“Not that I’m sure you’ll mind all that much. Those stupid bimbos you’re about to make me deal with will be all over you, I’m sure. Just like always.” And they would be, whereas you were practically forbidden from even making eye contact with another man, no matter how friendly the encounter seemed to be.
You pick up Bucky’s hand and remove it from your knee. “So, starting now, do not touch me.” You’re far too irritated to notice your slip.
Steve hisses out a breath as Bucky’s tongue kisses his teeth. “Is that so, baby?” Bucky responds, his voice soft and menacing. “And what gave you the right to keep our pussy from us?”
“Because it’s my pussy! It belongs to me, damn you.” You pound your fist into your lap while your men share a look above your head. Steve grabs ahold of your chin and roughly turns you to face him.
“You’re uncomfortable, sweetheart? Is that right?” When you try to jerk your head away he just applies more pressure, squeezing your cheeks. “Would you like Daddy Buck and I to show you just how uncomfortable we can make you?”
Your heart is pounding in your chest as Bucky leans over to whisper “because we can do that for you, baby. Would you like us to show you how?” He catches the lobe of your ear between his sharp teeth. Now your breath is coming in short, hot pants.
Using your last bit of courage, you manage to grit out: “I thought I told you not to touch me.”
Bucky leans away from you to press the intercom button. “Hey Monty, pull the fuck over. Now.” Immediately you feel the car coast to the side of the highway before coming to a stop.
Oh fuck. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
“Alright Monty, I want you to take a walk.” He reaches into his wallet to hand the man a crisp $100 bill. “How about you head over to that diner just down the road there, and order us all some burgers and sodas. Get something for yourself too. You know how Steve and I like ours, and as for Y/N here…no mayo, no onion, extra pickle. Bring plenty of napkins. We’ll see you in 30.” With that Monty is out of the car and striding down the road towards the tiny establishment.
“Yo Punk, did you bring it with you?”
“Of course I did.” Steve replies with a knowing smirk. “I told you we might need it. I know what I’m talking about when it comes to our girl, pal.” Your stomach drops when you see a flash of pink. Oh no…not…not…
“That’s right, Princess. Your Daddies brought along your favorite paddle. See how much we care about you?” He sinks his pearly white teeth into his lower lip.
They open their respective car doors and get out, before requesting that you do the same. When you hesitate for a fraction too long, Bucky yanks you out himself. With minimal effort, he drags you around the side of the car away from traffic. Not there was much traffic on this stretch of the highway anyway. You couldn’t seem to recall the last time you’d even seen a car pass you by, coming or going.
“No…no please.” You whimper when it finally dawns on you what you’ve done to yourself. “Daddy I - I’m sorry!” Your frantic eyes meet Steve’s, who frowns at you. He removes his suit jacket and drapes it over the hood of the vehicle.
He points at it. “Bend over.”
“Daddy Buck, please. Let’s just talk about this…please!” The tears are already falling.
He leans down to kiss your nose. “At this point, both of your Daddies think that you have talked enough. Now do as Stevie says and bend over. Monty will be back with our food sooner rather than later. Do you really want him to see your naughty little ass being punished?”
“Y/N. If I have to repeat myself a third time, I’m adding ten more. We clear, baby?” Steve crosses his arms, tapping the menacing paddle against his shoulder. Feeling hopeless, you have no choice to do as you’re told.
Resolving yourself to your fate you walk over and bend over the hood of the car, suddenly thankful for the suit jacket that protects you from the hot metal. “Finally.” Steve grumbles. “Good girl. Lift your dress, baby. Now heads on top of your head - don’t move them.”
Once again you do as you’re told. There’s no need for them to ask you to lower your panties because, frankly, you weren’t wearing any. You weren’t allowed to.
“Spread your legs a little, baby.” Bucky purrs. “And poke that pretty little ass out. Show us you’re ready to take your spanking.” Squeezing your eyes shut, you push your bottom up and out into the air. “Very nice. Give her twenty, Stevie.” The blonde simply grunts in response.
There’s no announcement, no warning. One moment everything is fine, and the next you feel the cold, hard crack of the paddle on your ass.
“Oww! Oh shit!” You eek out. Both of your men sigh in disappointment. “All this bad language we’ve heard from you tonight, Y/N. You know better.” Bucky’s vibranium hand smacks your ass hard. “We’ll have to start over every time you say a naughty word.”
“I’m sorry, Daddy. I’ll do better.” You weren’t sure how that was going to happen, but you would try. Without a word, the paddle strikes you again with a resounding CRACK!
“Ahh! Oh god - oh!” You yelp.
CRACK!
“Daddy Steve, I’m sorry!” You cry out, your legs kicking out in the air.
“Don’t you dare move those hands, baby girl.” Steve growls as he wields the stupid fucking implement with both authority and precision.
CRACK! CRACK!
“Ooooh! Jesus no!” God, this pain was awful. You hated this damned paddle. Hated it! “Stop it please!
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
“Ahhhh!” You sob, burying your face in Steve’s jacket. “I get it, okay?!
“Yeah?” Bucky responds from his relaxed position nearby. “You gonna start absorbing what we’re saying, Princess? Are you?” CRACK!
“Oh for the love of god, yes!” You cry out. “I’ll absorb it like a freaking sponge! Okay, Daddies? I swear it. Just no more!”
You hear them chuckle behind you. “Well, we’re glad to hear that. But I’m afraid you’ve still got twelve more to go. What's to say we finish those out and then your Daddies will give you a present?” All you can do is sob harder as Steve starts up again. He makes quick work of the last twelve. You’re glad that no one is around because by the end you are screaming, begging, pleading…
You’re a shuddering, whimpering mess when it’s finally over. Steve and Bucky make a point of softly rubbing your back. Cooing at you and praising you for how well you took your punishment, telling you how proud they were of you for not moving your hands.
“Since you did such a good job, it’s time for your present.” You let out another whimper.
“That’s right, sweetheart.” Steve murmurs seductively against the shell of your ear. “Daddy Buck and I went and picked out some special jewelry just for you, and we want you to wear it for us…tonight. You gulp at his words. “Now show us that cute bottom hole we love so much.”
“Yes, Daddy.” Not wanting to risk further punishment, you reach your shaking hands back and spread your cheeks. You flinch when you feel something cool and slippery touch you there, followed by the presence of hard, unrelenting metal. They take time to work it into you, to let you get used to the pressure.
In and out. In and out. In and out.
All you’re focused on is trying to breathe. It’s not that they hadn’t used a plug on you before, but this one felt…bigger. You can’t help but let out a sigh of relief once it’s finally settled in place.
“Look at that, Stevie. A jewel fit for a princess, and her little pussy is fucking dripping. Keep those cheeks open, Y/N. We want to look at your beauty until Monty comes back.” You hear the snap of a camera before Bucky leans over to show you a picture of the sparkling pink butt plug that was now lodged firmly in your tight little hole. You turn your head away with a whine.
“Hey!” Steve barks. “Aren’t you going to thank your Daddies for your special gift?”
“Thank - thank you, Daddies. I - I love it..” You receive twin grunts of satisfaction in response.
“Good. Now remember to hold them open. We want to admire you until Monty gets back.” Which is what you do, which honestly gives you time to calm down. “And tonight, we’re going to make you feel so good, baby girl. So good. You just use the next few hours to think about how to talk to your Daddies from here on out.” You nod.
You’re not sure how long you remain in position, but eventually they tug your dress down and help you back into the car.
Between your sore ass and the…foreign object invading your body…you are now well and truly uncomfortable. Of course this doesn’t go unnoticed by Steve and Bucky, but since they happen to be the root cause of your discomfort, they don’t really care. In fact, you’re convinced that they’re kind of enjoying your squirming.
Monty gets back in the car and quickly doles out the food. He doesn’t look you in the eyes when he hands you your burger, but you know he’s noticed your smeared make-up and puffy eyes.
“Eat, baby.” Bucky urges you, as he unwraps his food. “You need to regain your strength.” You slowly do as he asks and tentatively take a bite. Some days you wondered how you could love these men, and yet you did.
“Mmm.” Steve groans as he takes another bite of his burger. “This was such a good idea. You know how much I hate the food at these things anyway.” He places a smacking kiss on your cheek.
“Thanks for giving us a reason to stop, Y/N. I bet we won’t forget this place.” He says with a wink.
Hi everyone i’m Kate💞✨🧚♂️! My mailbox is now open for asks/requests/head-canons about Stucky including different kinks, subby bottom steve, a/b/o! (even just headcanons around any of Chris or Sebastian’s characters)
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Are you planning on updating good boys cry the hardest any time soon? I don't mean to pressure you or anything but I'm thoroughly invested and can't wait for an update!!! I love that fic like you wouldn't believe 💞💞💞✨✨✨
🥺🥺 i most definitely am!! You aren’t pressuring me it’s okay! I plan on having an update in the next couple days. I have a chunk of it written write now. Okay tbh i didn’t think i had a lot written and so i was just deading having to start writing yknow? I went and looked like 2 days ago and there was so much more than I thought so it’s all hood lol. All this to say, there’s most definitely more coming for our lovely boys. I love them v much. I’ll make a post announcing it when I put it up!
