Fandom. . . Stuff. (Fluff and the other stuff)

Marvel

Person(s): Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes

Tags: Objectification, degrading, pet names, praise, restraints, breath play, threesome

Classified: Smut

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"Bucky please be helpful." You snapped in stress, hurrying to put together Steves' breakfast. Bucky just smirked devilishly in response. 

You stacked the five pancakes carefully on a plate, before dripping maple syrup down the sides. Then grabbing the whip cream and used it in a perfect curl. Then slipping on seven pieces of bacon, four sausage links and then put the plate on a tray. You had three pieces of sourdough toast which you'd already buttered on a side plate. 

You poured the coffee, making sure it was pure black with two sugar cubes, before putting that on the tray too. 

"Did I forget anything?" You asked yourself, looking around. 

Bucky rolled his eyes. "Doll, he's going to love it regardless because you made it. Stop stressing. Get that cute little ass in there. And then, he's going to put the food aside and eat you out instead." 

You went red, muttering darkly to yourself. You smacked your other husbands' arm. "He's your husband too you know. You'd think you'd help." 

"I just have to suck his cock while you ride his face." Bucky replied lazily. He was messing with his metal arm with a screwdriver. 

"You should have Tony do that." You warned him, picking up the tray and carrying it out of the kitchen, so you didn't hear his dark response. 

You gently shouldered the bedroom door open. Steve was sprawled on his stomach, the sheets entwined with his legs. You smiled a little, gently placing the tray down on the bedside table. The soft sounds slowly pulled Steve out of his sleep. 

"Y/N?" Steve grumbled, voice deep with sleep. His eyelids fluttered as he attempted to wake up. 

"Hi dreamboat." You whispered softly into his ear. "Happy Birthday Stevie." 

Steve hummed, wrapping an arm around your waist, pulling you into the bed. 

You giggled, "I made you breakfast." 

"Oh?" Steve asked, finally opening his eyes. The normal light blue was darkened and you smirked, shaking your head in exasperation. 

"You just woke up." You scolded, wiggling out of his grip, grabbing the breakfast tray and putting it in your lap. 

"I had good dreams." Steve's gravely voice said, before he pushed himself up into a sitting position. 

"Oh yeah?" Bucky had joined you two in the bedroom, although he still had the screwdriver in his hand. "What about?" 

Steve smirked, looking down at the food. His expression softened just a tad. "Well look at this Princess, you really knocked yourself out for me." 

"Of course." You replied simply. "I tried to make enough, but I ran out of pancake batter so I thought toast might be okay." 

Steve kissed you softly and took the tray out of your lap to place in his, "Thank you." 

You beamed. As Steve started to eat, you stuck your tongue out at Bucky and mouthed 'You were wrong.' 

Bucky narrowed his eyes at you while you gloated silently. But he didn't do anything until Steve had finished eating. 

As you got up and put his dishes into the sink, coming back with his second cup of coffee, you saw Bucky gloating in the corner and Steve was smirking. Neither of them said anything though as you handed Steve the coffee cup.