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pararave · 1 month
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oops i'm late, but it was Bucky's birthday recently, so this is my lil contribution hehe
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crossthread · 10 days
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making myself physically ill over stucky like its 2016
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Part Four of the ongoing making of memes of Steve and friends. (Parts 1, 2, and 3.)
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Shoutout to my pal @roboticonography for giffing the last one for me! (Captions for the gif from a @buckykingofmemes post.)
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late-to-the-party-81 · 5 months
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Proportionality
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AN: Welcome to one of my collaborations for the ShrinkyClinks Double Bang 2023 by @buckybarnesevents. When I first saw this art by @dwarvishgeorge I knew I had to bid for it, and I was so excited when I found out that I’d succeeded. Luckily, this was one of those times where the story just flowed, but has been masterfully improved by the fantastic beta-ing of @betrayedbycinnamon who wrangled all my thoughts into grammatically correct ones. I hope you enjoy.
Bingo Fills:
Square C2 @buckybarnesbingo - Steve/Bucky
Square D3 @steverogersbingo - Height difference
Master list | BBB Master list | SRB Master list
Summary: Steve is short. Steve has a dick in proportion to his size.
Bucky is tall. Bucky has a dick in proportion to his size.
Steve doesn’t want to show Bucky his dick because he’s ashamed.
Bucky really wants to see it, and show Steve his too.
CW: Self esteem issues, mild angst, body shaming by an OC (off screen but discussed) Steve being an insecure fool, confused Bucky, crimes against vegetables, Sam is a good wingman (not that either of them deserve him in his opinion), alcohol consumption (but not to excess), kissing, blow jobs, frotting, implied future sexy times.
Read it here on AO3
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sunnysideprincess · 9 months
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Winteriron Subway Shenanigans Part 1/5
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kalee60 · 8 months
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Don't tell me - show me
Summary:
Bucky had always been a teacher of sorts in Steve’s life. He'd shown him how to sneak into movies, to charm the baker’s wife for hot bread rolls and later in life, to fight. (Much to Bucky’s dismay, Steve really took to that one). But one cool Autumn day, Bucky offered to show Steve something new. Something Steve had only ever allowed himself to want in the whispers of his mind.
It was shocking, exciting and could get them thrown in jail.
But was it just his best friend teaching Steve how to romance a dame?
Or was it much more than that?
Or: the pre-war ‘show me how’ fic that no-one asked for (except me).
Tags: Pre-war, Pre-canon, Alternate Universe, Friends to Lovers, Mutual Pining, Show Me How, Steve’s POV, Explicit Sexual Content, First Times, Idiots in Love, Not Unrequited Love, Internal Angst, Body Worship, Bottom Bucky Barnes, Top Steve Rogers, Inexperienced Steve Rogers
Rating: Explicit
Words: 9,100
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Well hello there! I'm back...
I've been sitting on this story for a very long time and finally managed to find the muse to finish it and let it free. It's my first pre-war fic for these two and well, it's full of my favourite things - mutual pining, idiots in love and feelings reveals (oh, also a LOT of body worshipping...Bucky deserves it after all).
So if this sounds like your kind of thing - click here!
Big thanks to @darter-blue for listening to me talk about this for literally years. I don't deserve you but I'm glad you're with me on these crazy journeys ❤️
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denebolablack · 7 months
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Clint: So... how it is to be the only straight person in this team, Stark?
Tony: *Calmy sipping his coffee* I haven't been straight one day in my life, Barton, so I wouldn't know the answer for that.
Crack sounds
Tony: *Turns around* What the fu-
Steve: *Totally blushed while holding a piece of table on his right hand* I'm sorry....
Bucky: *Staring at Tony while totally ignoring his own piece of table being held by his metal arm* So, are you free tonight, dollface?
Clint: *Shocked* YOU BROKE THE TABLE!
Tony: *Satisfied smirk* I might be free tonight if someone helps me finish the last armor prototype I'm working on before 6 o'clock.
Bucky and Steve: *Start running towards the lab*
Clint: They broke the breakfast table....
Tony: *Pats the archer's shoulders* I'll make them fix it later today, birdbrain. Now, if you excuse me, I have to go and make sure they're not breaking my work tables.
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howdoyousleep3 · 11 months
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No 34 with Stevie and Bubba?
"Bear...already?"
The only response he gets is a grunt and a sigh that is arguably a groan. He squeezes at his heavy handful.
This is Steve's favorite time of day.
The sunlight peeks in through the sheer curtains of their bedroom, splashing light against the floor littered with discarded clothing. The city sounds aren't as loud as they'll soon be, but there's life outside of their windows that immediately brings a special sense of energy to Steve's awakening mind. It's cozy and soft and crisp.
He's always been a morning person, but ever since he woke up to a bed full of Buck, body sore and marked up showing proof of a wild night of passion, mornings have definitely become his favorite.
Because he's had a Bear in his bed ever since that first morning after.
He slithers his body easily down his boyfriend's much, much larger one, settling himself between two meaty thighs.
His favorite time of day and arguably his favorite spot.
He doesn't hesitate to lower his head to the obvious and straining bulge in Bucky's briefs, his own aching in response to seeing, smelling, and soon tasting his boyfriend's cock. Steve sucks the thick tip of it over the material of his underwear, wetly and leisurely, slow like the morning.
Steve can feel Bucky's lazy moan in his teeth.
"Baby..." is what Bucky gruffs out, thick and deep, tossing his arm over his eyes as if it'll help keep him under the spell of sleep.
"Is this all for me, Bear?" Steve whispers as he pulls the waistband of Bucky's briefs down just barely, wrapping his lips loosely and selfishly around the warm cockhead that is presented to him. "S'mine?"
Bucky moans, a moan so delightful Steve can't help but join in as he slurps around his boyfriend's fat tip once more.
"Every goddamn day for the rest'a my life if you'll have me," Bucky mumbles, voice thick with sleep and sexy as fuck as his hips start to roll, demanding. Something deep within Steve's chest clenches when he hears these words and he decides then that he'll be giving Bucky more than a morning suckjob.
"I'm gonna sit myself on this fat dick," Steve murmurs, pulling at Bucky's briefs as he talks, lips moving along the inches of skin that are revealed. "And we're gonna have some fun. Want you to make me come on this thing at least twice. And when you've emptied your balls inside'a me, we're gonna shower and go get breakfast. That sound alright?"
"Fuck, I love you. I love you so much."
Steve can't help the smile that spreads across his face as he shimmies himself back up Bucky's body. He pinches lightly at both of Bear's pretty, pink nipples.
"I asked you a question, Bear."
"That...that sounds so good, baby. Sounds perfect."
Steve hums.
"Good. Good. I love you too. So fuckin' much..."
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wintercosmickillsx · 5 months
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Bucky is very stabby
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rookthorne · 1 year
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He’s so beautiful it so unfair
My heart is on the floor as a puddle
nonnie, my whole being is on the floor as a puddle for this look - like I swear to fuck this is ridiculously unfair
CAN WE JUST TALK ABOUT HOW SOFT HE LOOKS?! his hair?! his smile?!
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in regards for Bucky inspiration…
thoughts below the cut with a sprinkle of pet names - is this my first published headcanon? IS IT? I think it is 👀
I don’t know what came over me but I hope you like it! 😅🤣💗
this is entirely DBF!Bucky, and this is how he looks on a slow Sunday - maybe he came round to ‘hang out’ with your father, maybe watch a game… until your father leaves, and you two are alone in the living room 👀
“You doin’ okay, doll?” Bucky asked, smiling softly, and it was all you could do to not slip from the sofa and melt into a puddle at his feet.
Your thoughts seem to flicker across your expression because his smile turns into a devilish smirk.
All it took was a beckoning gesture for you to rise from your seat and straddle his lap, careful to not make too much noise - your father was only down the hall.
“What’s goin’ through that pretty head of yours, baby?” Bucky murmured. His right hand moved to cup your jaw before his fingers ran through your hair softly; not leaving a strand out of place. “Huh?”
“Nothing,” you mumbled back, chasing his touch with a soft exhale. “Jus’ missed you.”
Bucky’s perfect lips pulled into a soft pout of sympathy; his low voice honeyed as his left hand rested on your thigh. “I missed you too, baby girl.”
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bittersweet-in-boston · 5 months
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First of my fics for the ShrinkyClinksDoubleBang2023 — huge thanks to @heckalecki for the amazing art, come see it in chapter 1!
Also fills squares for @steverogersbingo — E4/Already Married, E5/Wanda Maximoff, A3/Steve vs. Late-Stage Capitalism, and D4/Gags
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cinnamoncascadian · 9 months
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Time for more Steve and friends memes. (Parts 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, & 6.)
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deaconcheese1998 · 7 months
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I love him and I will obsess over him
He tiny. He smol. He Bucky tsum.
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ex0rin · 1 year
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Whumpcember 2022 - Day 8
@whumpcember - Day 8 ALT Lashing Out Brock Rumlow, The Soldier, Agent Cole, Jack Rollins - 580 words confusion, jealousy, a broken nose
ps: if anyone was ever wondering about what my sweet child Agent Cole actually looks like it's Orlando Bloom in Black Hawk Down:
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(my gif, shout out to black and white for covering all manner of sins)
The soldier watches as the youngest and newest of his commander’s team, Agent Cole, sways intentionally to the side and nudges his shoulder up against Rumlow’s as they talk in the hallway of the safehouse - the agent is smiling and there’s the faint trace of red sitting high on his cheeks; the soldier doesn’t know why this makes his chest tighten and his mouth press into a firm line.
He doesn’t like the way his commander laughs under his breath and doesn’t shift away from how close the younger man gets. 
There’s no reason for this level of closeness - the agent and Rumlow are already close enough that they can easily hear each other and if it wasn’t part of the soldier’s training to not listen into other conversations unless explicitly told, he would also be able to hear them. 
The soldier must be making a noise from his throat because Rumlow glances up and away from the agent to look at him and raises an eyebrow before turning back to whatever Agent Cole is saying - that compression in his chest extends into his stomach and makes him feel uncomfortable all over; it twists up inside of him so tight that he should tell his commander that there’s something wrong with his functionality.
The younger man sets a hand on his commander’s shoulder and the soldier feels like his vision tilts to the side as fingertips press in hard enough that he can see the way Rumlow’s shirt dips around the pressure. 
He doesn’t consciously make a decision to move - even if he could, he’s been given orders to stay where he is, orders from his commander that should override everything else but it’s too late to stop, he’s already moving; the soldier’s hands find purchase against Agent Cole’s back, pushing the younger man forward hard and fast enough that there’s no time for the agent to react. 
The soldier follows the movement, crushing his body up along the agent’s back; he doesn’t remember putting a hand along the crown of the younger man’s head but it’s there, forcing the agent’s face back before shoving it up against the hallway wall with a startling, sickening crack - Agent Cole’s breath goes pained, sounding wet like there’s already blood in flooding into his mouth. 
“Soldat.”
One word over the rushing sound of pounding in his ears. 
He stumbles back, turning to face his commander and only peripherally noticing the way that the other agent’s body slumps down onto the hardwood floor. 
The soldier hears the snap, loud over everything else and goes to his knees in front of Rumlow; his commander’s dark eyes are narrowed, mouth pulled into a frown and his insides twist up even more - there’s another sound in his throat, low and keening.
“Report.” Rumlow says and the soldier can hear the anger in his commander’s voice. 
“Agent Cole was too close to the commander.” the soldier starts, his head struggles to make sense of the original cause of the violence he’d just done to Agent Cole - he feels his mouth open and close, his hand moves to his stomach, to where the tangled-up feeling lives, “Uncomfortable tightness here.” 
“Uncomfortable tightness,” Rumlow repeats, saying the words slowly like the commander is testing them out, trying to understand and find the correct punishment for the way the soldier disobeyed. 
“Jesuschrist,” the commander’s second starts and the soldier tenses along his shoulders - he hadn’t even noticed Agent Rollins moving to collect the younger agent from the floor, “it’s fucking jealous Brock.”
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gayspacesprinkles · 2 years
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Just in time and with tummy Tony
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