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VelvetCardiganBucky’s Recommendations 2021: Week 17 | April 18th – April 24th

Welcome to week 17 of my recommendations, if you would like to be featured on a future list, I follow the hashtag #VelvetCardiganBucky, message me, tag me in your future works, or reblog this post and link to your story, one-shot, Masterlist, writing challenge, etc.

Be aware some if not most stories and writers on this list are meant to be consumed by an audience of those 18+. My blog is also an 18+ blog.

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My Masterlist

My Fic Rec List of Mafia/Mob Bucky/Sebastian & Steve/Chris/Andy

Stuff I Posted This Week

Forever & Always: Stage 1 - Denial | Pt.1 » Bucky Barnes x Witch!Reader & Platonic Avengers x Reader — Y/N “Birdy” (nicknamed by her family), comes from a long line of witches and warlocks, living her days at the New Avengers Compound, alongside her friends. The Avengers are part of her family and her family is always welcome to the compound. Things for once seemed to be going well now that all was right from the attack on Thanos, everyone was alive, all was forgiven, friendships were thriving, that all ended when Birdy’s brother came calling with sad news, their mother had suddenly passed. These are the stages of grief Birdy faces, through the loss of her best friend, her protector, her mother.

His Favorite Day » Chris Evans x Reader — Chris’s favorite day of the year is your birthday.

Bucky Barnes

One-Shots:

*No Hidden Messages by @jobean12-blog » TFATWS!Bucky Barnes x Reader — Sam sends you a picture of Bucky and the endgame is priceless. | Honestly I love me some dominant Bucky, and if Sam had sent me that picture I would have dropped my phone and been like yep that my babe. I was thinking something more dirty but I’ll keep that thought to myself. 😉

Sucker Punch by @buckyblues » Boxer!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader — Bucky thought he knew what was his, until he accidentally let it roam free. | Someone come dump a cold bucket of water on me please?

Someone Like You by @startrekkingaroundasgard » Bucky Barnes x Hydra Agent!Reader — Taken from their SHIELD prison cell, the reader finds themself alone with The Winter Soldier negotiating for their life. | I really enjoyed reading this, the sass of the reader and how Bucky handles them. It’s just so perfect. Nicola says there is more to come for this pair and I’m so very much looking forward to it.

(Mini) Series:

Happy & So Happy by @mrwinterr » Rockstar!Bucky Barnes AU x Female Reader — You meet your favorite artist and get more than what you bargained for. | The smut in this is hot and by the end you are hoping the reader gets a happy ending not a tragic one.

*A Tender Heart 💜 Pt. 3 by @river-soul » Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader — You’ve been sweet on Bucky since you started working at the compound six months ago. Normally quiet and mild mannered, an unexpected fight with a coworker brings Bucky into your orbit. [A/B/O dynamics and explicit sexual content, 18+] | I feel the love that is radiating from this story and I really love it and the little bit of smut we get in chapter 3 is perfect!

the (after) party by @buckycuddlebuddy sequel loft music » fuckboy!bucky barnes x reader — “why don’t we have this thing they call goodbye sex? one last time.” he leaned forward, his lips brushing your ear. “i’ll make it good for you.” | In some strange way it was therapeutic to read this but at the same time I felt bad for the reader in the first part. Second part you are rooting for her but still feeling bad. I will say the smut in this is perfect.

Just Like Dad Pt. 3 🦾 Pt. 1 🦾 Pt. 2 by @ladyfallonavenger » Bucky Barnes x Reader — Bucky finally confronts Steve and moves forward with his life. | Very sweet ending and I loved it.

Sweet Dreams 🥞 Pt. 4 🥞 Pt. 5 🥞 Pt. 6 🥞 Pt. 7 by @jedimastermelkor » Bucky Barnes x Reader & ? x Avenger — Your daily routine involves waking up in the morning, going to work and sulking at night. But then you meet the man you’ve fantasized about for your entire life, Bucky Barnes. At the same time, you’ve caught someone else’s eye and his first step in winning you over is to cook you breakfast. But will you be welcoming of that person’s affections? | I like how she named the puppy Pancake and the first thing the mysterious avenger gave her was pancakes. I don’t want to give too much away but things are getting really good and you find out who the mysterious avenger is in chapter 6!

Steve Rogers

One-Shots:

*Caught by @giorno-plays-piano » Bluebeard!Steve Rogers x Reader — If he kept you warm, saying words of love to you every day while he looked you in the face, you’d marry him even if in a year he hanged you just like all his wives in the dungeon of his castle. | It’s dark but in a soft way and it’s so good. I highly recommend you go and read it.

Drabble Request by @angrythingstarlight » Mafia!Steve Rogers x Reader — We find out how Steve and Reader met before they ever got in a relationship. Takes place before Tell Me What You Want. | I loved this so much, I was laughing and pictured this whole piece so vividly in my brain. Also I just want a part where Bucky teases Steve about that night in front of reader making her giggle, maybe at the wedding?

(Mini) Series:

*Yuánfèn 📖 Pt. 4 by @writerwrites » Steve Rogers x Reader — When you’ve lost everything and try to run away from your problems, you keep finding a way back to the one person who completely understands. Can you make another person happy with a broken heart? | I always look forward to the updates on this story. It brings me so much comfort and the relationship that is blossoming between the reader and Steve is beautiful and organic. I highly recommend this.

Misc.

Headcanons:

*Just Like Her Old Man by @rebelwrites » Chibs Telford x Reader — I asked for: Parents get called into school for a meeting due to their daughter fighting, and trying not to be proud. Taking them out for a treat after the meeting. | It turned out so great. If you knew me at my Sons Anarchy Days, you know I loved Chibs the most. This feed my love for him even more. Thank you Heather!!

One-Shot:

*A Simple Solution by @sweetlyscared » Andy Barber x Fem!Reader, Ari Levinson x Fem!Reader, Andy Barber x Fem!Reader x Ari Levinson — You and Andy had a purely sexual relationship for several months, and you’d started to grow attached to him. Unfortunately, life has a way of complicating things, and a chance encounter at a bookstore had you stuck between a rock and a hard place. | We all owe a huge thank you to Sweet Lee, for writing and posting this. She wrote our dreams out so perfectly, and if you haven’t thought of this now you can. It’s just so hot and good, I for one am very thankful.

(Mini) Series:

*Give In 🐈‍⬛ Pt. 23 🐈‍⬛ Pt. 24 🐈‍⬛ Pt. 25 by @overr-written » soft!dark!Lee Bodecker x Reader — She didn’t think she was anything special. So when the intimidating Sheriff takes an interest in her, she can’t help but feel a little unsettled. Her boring life is about to get a little interesting. | I love this series so much and the lengths that the chapters are. I really am going to be sad when this is over. I don’t ever want it to end. 😭

Seal Team

One-Shots:

Imma Take Care Of Your Body by @rebelwrites » Clay Spenser x Reader — Reader is the only female member on Bravo who also has a no strings attached relationship with Rebel. | Let me just say this is hot, like really hot. Give me a glass of water and let me cool down. Thank you Heather for blessing us with this.

Tier One Babysitters by @bravo-four-seal-team » Seal Team; Ray Perry x Naima Perry — Ray and Naima ask the team to watch 6 month old Jameelah. | I promise you will be laughing.

You Are Perfect by @rebelwrites » Clay Spenser x Reader — Clay tells you everything he loves about you. | As a big boned girl this meant a lot and has me wishing for a Clay Spenser to call my own.

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amythedvdhoarder · 4 years

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I Want You

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Written for Laur’s Quarantine Writing Challenge. Her work is always amazing so check it out @fvckingavengers

Song Prompt: I want you – Nick Jonas. Lyrics in italics throughout (and the title)

Word count: 3.6K

Summary: Bucky messed up but he can’t live without you. He wants you and has to get you back

Warnings: Swearing, angst, fluff and smut 18+ only (covered all bases here I think!)

Authors notes: GIF not mine. Ahhh so happy to be writing again. It is my first song prompt and was so fun to write. Gotta love some arguments and the eventual making up. I don’t write smut very often but hope you like it. Really tempted to do a follow up if people are interested? Feedback is always welcome so please let me know what you think x

Here is my masterlist if you want to read any of my other Bucky one-shots!

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The knocking at your door woke you up with a start. You looked across at the clock and saw it was 2 in the morning. There was another loud bang on the door. You groaned, flicked on the bedside lamp and dragged yourself out of bed to the front door of your apartment. Glancing through the peephole in the door you sighed. “Bucky go away, I don’t want to talk to you. It’s the middle of the night for fucks sake.” You saw as he moved closer to the door. “Would you let me in, or I’m breaking in ‘cause I ain’t gonna let you go.” Knowing full well that the super soldier would follow through with his threat, you started to unlock the door. Bucky strode into the room as soon as you opened the front door, his hands running through his short locks. He looked like he hadn’t slept in days, stress etched across his handsome features. “Just so you know, I’m only letting you in because I don’t want to piss off the neighbours.”

“Y/N, I want you and no one else” Anger surged through your body. “I’m not having this conversation again Bucky. If you wanted me that bad then you wouldn’t be afraid to tell people about me and you definitely wouldn’t be eye fucking and flirting with other women in front of me.” Bucky’s head dropped, you were right that he hadn’t behaved how he should, treated you the way you deserved, but he did want you. He watched as you walked back towards your bed and climbed in, pulling the duvet around you. “Y/N come on. Can you please just listen to what I have to say?” You groaned and slammed you head back again the pillows. “Fine but not now, I’m fucking knackered alright. I’ll listen to what you have to say in the morning.” Bucky shifted nervously. “Um can I crash here?” Although Bucky couldn’t see your face he knew you would be rolling your eyes. “Whatever. The sofa is all yours. Don’t mistake this as an act of kindness or a sign I want to get back together. I just can’t be bothered to argue with you at 2 in the fucking morning.” He threw his arms up in surrender and headed towards the sofa, pulling off his jacket and shoes. Just as he was unbuckling his belt something large a soft hit him in the back. He turned and picked up the pillow you had just thrown at him and smiled to himself. Clearly you cared about him on some level. “Thanks Y/N” You responded only by waving your arm back at him. “See you in the morning” This time all he got was a grunt as you turned off the lamp, throwing the apartment into darkness. Bucky silently finished undressing, leaving him in just his boxers. He pulled the knitted throw off the back of the sofa and got himself as comfortable as he could.

He was going to fix this. He had to fix this, he was crazy about you. You had dated for over 6 months. Those 6 months had been the happiest of his life.

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The first time he had met you was in the library, he was looking for a book by an author that Wanda had recommended. You had been sat at one of the desks marking some exam papers, hair pulled up into a messy bun, glasses perched on the end of your nose. He had been so distracted by the cute face you were pulling that he dropped the book he was pulling from the shelf, the noise when it hit the wooden floor had made you jump. “Shit” Bucky had said rather loudly making you look around to find the source of the interruption. He had grimaced as your eyes met and shrugged apologetically. You had just smiled and returned to marking your papers.

He had lingered in the library far longer than normal until the librarian announced the library was closing. Bucky looked around to see where you were but to his surprise you weren’t there. “Hey” he spun around to see you stood next to him, as grin spreading across your face. “Um hi.” You plucked the book he had and inspected it carefully. “That’s a good one. If you like it then you should read the Jack Reacher books. All about an ex-military bloke with a lizard brain. Everywhere he goes so does trouble.” Bucky hadn’t really known what book he had in his hand, it had been more of a cover for him so he could stay at catch a few glimpses of you without seeming too suspicious. “Thanks, I will bear that in mind …” He gestured at you “Y/N” you added and offered him your free hand which he shook, trying to ignore the feeling spreading through his body as his skin touched yours for the first time. “Bucky” You shot him a quizzical look. “Unusual name?” He took the book from you now and shoved it back onto the shelf. “Well it’s from my middle name Buchannan.” Bucky scratched the back of his neck “Don’t suppose you want to grab a coffee on the way out? You can tell me more about the lizard brain.” You chuckled but agreed. From there you had sat in the park for a couple of hours talking about your lives. Bucky glossed over the details of his past but you knew a little bit about it from the news, not that it bothered you. He was sweet, kind and had the ability to make you feel like you had the most interesting life, even though as a teacher you really didn’t. He laughed at the stories you told him and before you knew it you had wondered to a little bistro and had dinner with each other. He had then walked you back to your apartment and you arranged an official first date for the following evening.

Bucky kept his life with you separate from the avengers. You could understand it really, it was a completely different world. He promised to introduce you to Steve and Sam at some point but every time you tried to invite them around for dinner Bucky always made an excuse. It made you feel like he was ashamed of you. Both of you had busy schedules, he had missions and you had a full-time teaching job. But you found a way to make it work. You gave him a key to your place which meant that most nights when you got in Bucky was waiting for you. It was the evenings you spent curled up against him on the couch, chatting about the events of the day that made the relationship work. That precious time where neither of you worried about anything and just took comfort in being around each other. There were other ways that you found comfort as well. Bucky worshipped your body, which you normally hid behind ripped mom jeans and loose cable knit sweaters. But he knew what you were hiding and he just couldn’t get enough of you. That feeling was mutual, dating a man injected with super serum definitely had its benefits. You weren’t with the man for his body but you definitely weren’t going to complain. Bucky could have been sculpted by an artist who envisaged the perfect human man; hard muscular planes, thick powerful legs and the metal arm, whilst probably not imagined by Michelangelo, only added to his appeal.

Everything had been going well until a couple of weeks ago. He had mentioned a party that Tony Stark was throwing that he had to attend, you had half expected him to ask you to go with him, knowing how much he hated big gatherings. But he didn’t. Instead he left you to spend the evening by yourself and rocked up at 3 in the morning, slightly drunk from some Asgardian drink, smelling of perfume and with his face covered in bright red lipstick. That night you had your first major fight followed by the best make up sex of your life. Despite all of this there was part of you that had begun to doubt whether you were enough for Bucky. You weren’t some super fit model-like woman, you were average, run of the mill normal.

The following week Bucky had taken you out for meal and the whole night you watched as his eyes followed the waitress’s ass around the room and on the walk home how he had turned as some drunk scantily clad women stumbled down the street. This was the final straw. The fight when you had got home was worse than the last. Then it was over, Bucky was gone and you were on your own again. He hadn’t fought to keep you and despite the love you held for him it wasn’t enough.

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At first when you heard the noises coming from your kitchen you panicked but then your remembered. Bucky. You silently slipped into the bathroom and splashed your face with cold water, and pulled your hair into a high pony before going to face him. In the morning light you got a better look at him; there were deep purple marks below his eyes, the scruff of a newly formed beard and the tension in his shoulder made it evident that he was stressed. He was stood in his boxers and the shirt he had been wearing last night loose around his torso. You went at sat at the breakfast bar and he gave you a half apologetic smile. “Sorry about last night, I just needed to see you, be near you. I don’t know how to exist without you, I can’t sleep. I’m just lost.” A small groan escaped your lips, the fight you had in you last night was rapidly disappearing. You missed Bucky. It wasn’t difficult to fall in love with him but it sure was difficult to fall out of love with him. “Buck, I went through this. You’re clearly ashamed of me. You wouldn’t introduce me to your friends and when we went out you couldn’t keep your eyes to yourself.” Bucky put down the batter mix he had been whisking and looked at you. “Y/N I didn’t take you to that party because I knew there would be a hundred pricks there who wouldn’t have been able to take their eyes off you. I didn’t want you to realise what a jealous shit I really am.” Bucky raised his hand at you when you started to interrupt. “No, I need to finish. At the restaurant the other week you thought I was following the waitress around well what I was really looking at were the arseholes at the bar that kept eyeing you up, especially when you got up to go the toilet. Their eyes were glue to your arse, not that I can blame them, but they had no right to objectify you like that.” Your eyebrows knitted together in concentration as you tried to think back to that night. “What about the girls on the street?” Now it was Bucky’s turn to be confused. “What girls?” You scoffed “The ones who walked by with their tits out and their dressed practically showing of their you know...” Bucky let out a frustrated sigh. “Y/N I didn’t even see them, it was the two drunk blokes behind us, I could hear them saying things about you. I swear, I only turned to scare them off.”

Could you have really got it that wrong. Had your own jealously really made you that paranoid. “Even if all of that is true Buck, why wouldn’t you let me meet Steve or Sam?” Bucky made his way around the counter so that he was stood in front of you. “Look Y/N” he said taking your hand in his “I want you for myself, I thought introducing you to them would make you realise you could do so much better than me. There is stuff in my past I’m not proud of ok, they’re much better guys than I am. I just didn’t want to lose you.” You reached out and caressed his cheek with your free hand “I know about your past Ok? As far as I am concerned none of that matters, it’s who you are now that I care about. You’re the man I fell in love with.” Bucky placed his hand on yours and tilted his head to find your eyes. “I love you Y/N, I’ll do whatever it takes to make this right. I want you, and nothing else will do.” You rested your forehead against his “Promise me that you will get it out of your head that you’re not good enough for me. I get to make that decision, I’m not going to leave you and in return I’ll reign in my jealousy and trust you more.” Bucky pulled back, searched your eyes and realised you meant every word. “I promise Y/N. I was thinking I know it’s a bit soon but do you want to stay at my place next weekend? You can meet everyone.” You smiled brightly at him “I would love that Buck.” His head dipped as he captured your lips with his, his hands moving to the back of your head holding you against him. You groaned at the gesture and felt your arousal beginning to pool. It had been a very long two weeks and you had missed the feeling that only Bucky could create. Bucky moaned against your mouth as your lips parted allowing access, your tongues dancing around as you became reacquainted.

Bucky pressed his knee between your legs, allowing him step between them. Your arms wrapped around the back of his neck and his fell to your hips as he lifted you, your legs circled around his waist. He carried you across the room to the bed without breaking the kiss, your now wet clothed core rubbing against his hardening member. Bucky dropped you carefully onto the bed and was on top of you in a second, his lips crashing to yours once again. You wriggled your hips against his wanting him to get the hint. “Bucky please” you whined against his lips. He chuckled as his mouth trailed down your neck and he nipped teasingly at the sensitive skin there before sucking at the junction just above your collar bone. Your fingers ran across his chest and began pushing off his shirt, he got the idea, pulling away from your briefly to remove it before turning his attention to the t-shirt you were wearing. “I was wondering where that had got to” he murmured as he lifted the fabric of his red henley up revealing a small strip of skin just above your lace panties. He placed butterfly kisses along the newly exposed skin as his hands continued their journey underneath, tracing the outline of your breasts. “It still smelt of you” you breathed as his thumbs teased patterns over your taut nipples. You sat up slightly so Bucky could pull the t-shirt up over your head. “Looks better on you anyway doll.”

Bucky looked down appreciatively at you, the blue in his eyes barely visible as his pupils were blown. “So fucking gorgeous” You smiled up at him and let your hand trace up the defined muscles of his abdomen, up across his chest to his shoulders where you pulled him down to you crashing his lips to yours. The kiss was all teeth, one of desperation. Your fingernails dug into Bucky’s back keeping him close to you, his hand finding your breasts once again where he kneaded at the soft flesh before rolling your nipples between his fingers, making you gasp into his mouth. His lips left yours as he trails hot wet kisses down your body, stopping to pay particular attention to your breasts before continuing their journey downwards. Your fingers wind into his hair as his lips press against your clothed bundle of nerves making your hips buck. Bucky continues to tease you, his fingers exploring everywhere other than where you wanted them, his teeth graze over the top of your panties. You whine as the heat in your lower belly starts becoming too much. “Bucky, I want you. Please.” The need in your voice nearly makes him come on the spot but he wants to do this properly, these two weeks have been hell without you. “I’m getting there doll, gonna to make you feel so good.” Bucky sits up so that he can remove the last barrier from your body, his cock twitches in his boxers as he looks down on you and decides that he can’t wait any longer. He tears the lace from your body. Normally you would have been annoyed at him for that but your desire has over taken any rational thought. He removes his own underwear before attaching his mouth suddenly to your clit. You scream at the contact as you writhe underneath him. Bucky holds your hips down with his hands as his tongue licks at the juices that have already collected at your apex. He hums at the taste, the vibration coursing through your whole body. Your fingernails dig into his scalp, holding him in place, as his tongue enters you, twisting and thrusting leaving you so close to the edge, his nose bumping your clit as he continues his assault. He removes his tongue and before you can cry at the loss of contact his mouth is back on your clit, sucking at it harshly until your cry out his name and a string of curses, the knot in your stomach finally bursting. Bucky keeps his mouth on you as you ride out your high, the final waves of pleasure still pulsing through your body as he makes his way up to your mouth. You can taste yourself on his lips making you groan, his tongue gliding over yours.

Deciding you want more control, you manoeuvre yourself so that Bucky is underneath you whilst you straddle his hips. You grind against him slowly, your slick coating his member. A small hiss escapes his mouth and closes his eyes as you pick up the pace, your hands falling to his chest for support. “Fuck doll” Bucky’s hands tighten around your hips as he helps guide your movements. “I need you Y/N” he pants as you reach down between you taking his member and positioning him before you sink down onto him. You stay still for a few moments giving yourself time to adjust before you slowly begin you rock your hips. Bucky’s hands are all over you, pinching your nipples, traveling over your back before inserting two fingers into your mouth. You moan around Bucky’s fingers as your hips pick up speed, the heat in your belly building. “Shit doll” Bucky can’t help but thrust his own hips up, matching your moments. He removed his fingers and sits you both up so he can get deeper into you. The new angle makes you cry out. Your hands weave into his hair as you cling onto him for support as you head tilts back, Bucky places wet open mouth kissed to your exposed neck. His hand travels down between you as he circles your clit. He growls as he feels you walls flutter against him. His mouth finds yours again, teeth and tongue colliding. Both of you are panting now with the exertion. The room filled only with noise of your ragged breathing and the lewd sounds of skins slapping against skin. “Come on Y/N, I’m so close. Come with me Doll” he gasps against your lips. His words and the friction he is creating again your clit is enough to pull you over the edge. His name comes out almost like a broken sob as your orgasm rips through you, your fingernails digging into Bucky’s back to keep you grounded. As your walls tighten around Bucky, his thrusts become more erratic as he chases his releases. He shouts as he spills inside you with a final couple of thrusts. Both of you cling to each other, Bucky’s mouth ghosting along your sweat covered neck and along your collar bone before he gently bites on your shoulder as he tries to catch his breath. Your own forehead is pressed to Bucky’s shoulder, one hand curled around the back of his neck and the other running up and down his muscular back.

Bucky pulled you with him as he laid back against the bed. Your body resting on top of his still connected at your most private parts. “Mmmm I’ve missed this” you hummed against his chest, your fingers gently tracing the scars where metal joined flesh. Bucky leant down and placed a kiss to the top of your head. “I’ve missed you.” He whispered just loud enough so that you could hear him. Your hips wiggled slightly as you readjusted yourself so you could kiss up his neck and jaw before pressing your lips to his once more. You nipped and sucked on his bottom lip making him groan. His cock hardening again in side you. “Already Sergeant?” You teased. Bucky growled. “Damn straight doll” he replied before flipping you underneath him, his kiss urgent and all consuming, so much so it left you breathless. Bucky pulled back to let you catch your breath. “I love you.” Bucky whispered softly as his hand traced over your cheekbone. “Love you too Bucky.” You placed a chaste kiss to his lips. “Now show me how much you really want me Sergeant.” Bucky’s eyes darkened immediately. “You many regret that Y/N.” You giggled before letting out a little squeal as Bucky began moving his hips again. “Doll your gonna feel just how much I want you for days.”

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trekchik · 4 years

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It’s a Saturday afternoon, and Bucky is closing up his sister’s art studio, Becca having rushed home to a sick child. Bucky is washing some brushes, so he doesn’t hear the door open.

“Hello?” The man’s voice is oddly familiar.

“Hey!” he calls back. He turns off the spigot, shakes out the brushes, setting them next to the sink. He looks around for a cloth to dry his hands, but comes up empty. He shakes his hands at the floor, and wipes them on his jeans. When he turns to see who has entered the studio, he’s immediately dumbstruck, but before he can say anything else, the man just barrels right on through.

“Oh, good,” he says. “I’d like to get my portrait done.”

“Okay, just let me get your contact info and -”

“I’d like to get it done now.”

“Well, unfortunately -”

“Do you know who I am?”

“Yes, but -”

“Then you know I don’t like to wait for anything.”

“I get that, but my sister -”

The man waltzes into the studio space, checking it out. “Nonsense. You’ve got time, yes?”

“I don’t think you want -”

“I’ll pay you a thousand dollars.”

“What?”

“Two thousand dollars.”

“It’s not the money -”

“Fine. Five thousand, but that’s my final offer.”

“Okay.” Who is Bucky to turn down five grand for a portrait? The fact that he’s not an artist, notwithstanding, he’ll give it a whirl. “You want to have a seat and I’ll get set up?”

The man looks around the room. Apparently, nothing there is right for him. “Have you got some space in the back?” he asks.

“I mean, there’s a sofa back there -”

“Perfect,” he says heading towards the back room. He begins to undo his tie. “If I’m gonna be naked - sorry, nude - I don’t want people staring at me as they pass by that window.” He gestures to the large picture window at the front of the store.

Bucky can’t believe what he just heard. “I’m sorry. Did you say nude?”

“Of course!” The man’s smile is blinding. He tosses his tie on a chair and unbuttons his shirt. “If I’m doing this, I’m doing it right.” His dress shirt quickly follows the tie.

“And nude is the right thing?”

“Sure is!” The man’s pants drop to the floor and toes off his shoes as he steps out of them. He’s wearing a ridiculous pair of American flag boxers. Bucky supposes he shouldn’t be surprised, all things considered. Bucky knows the man’s birthday is the Fourth of July.

Bucky sighs, resigned to his fate. “Let me get a canvas and some supplies.”

“Perfect!” The man drops his boxers and lounges on the sofa like Rose in Titanic, arm over his head, stretched out luxuriously, unconcerned about his nudity.

Bucky takes a sideways glance at his cock, trying not to stare too much. As if Bucky didn’t already harbor a crush on him, now he’s got spank bank material. Score!

Once everything is set up, Bucky asks, “Are you ready?”

“As I’ll ever be,” the man says, not a care in the world.

And so Bucky starts by sketching a vague outline of the man in front of him. He thinks that’s what artists do. It’s probably fifteen minutes before he really has to tell this guy that he’s not an artist. Bucky looks at his artwork and grimaces.

“It can’t be that bad,” the man says. He stands and saunters over to the easel. “I take that back. It can be that bad,” he says looking at the stick figure Bucky has drawn.

“I tried to tell you,” Bucky pleads. “But you wouldn’t let me get a word in edgewise!”

The man nods. “No, that’s fair. That’s one of those things my therapist tells me I need to work on.”

“This is my sister’s studio. I was just closing up for her. If you really want a portrait done, she’s the one you need to talk to.”

“Fair enough. I’ll just….I’ll put my pants back on now,” he says sheepishly. Bucky watches his ass as he crosses back to the sofa. It’s a thing of beauty.

“And don’t worry, Mr. Rogers. Your secret is safe with me.” Bucky mimes locking his lips and throwing away the key.

“What do you mean?” He asks, pausing as he tugs his pants on.

“At the office.” It’s obvious Mr. Rogers has no idea who Bucky is. “I, um….I work for your firm. I’m in marketing. You wouldn’t have any reason to know who I am, though.”

“Oh, my god. Well, hell. You might as well call me Steve, seeing as you’ve seen my junk and all.”

Bucky laughs nervously. “Yeah. That was a little awkward.”

Steve buttons up his shirt. “Shit. I don’t even know your name.”

“Bucky. Bucky Barnes.”

Steve holds out his hand to shake in greeting. “Nice to meet you, Bucky. Steve Rogers.”

“We established that.”

“I guess we did.” He drapes the tie around his neck. “Tell you what. If you’re free, why don’t we go get something to eat and we can laugh about this whole misunderstanding.”

“I’d like that.”

Steve leans into Bucky’s personal space and says, “And if you play your cards right, I’ll let you see my junk again.”

“I’d like that, too.”

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gee i don't want to bother you you can 100% ignore me but it's been a shitty week panic attacks are stronger than ever and some of my friends keep making fun of my anxiety (i downplay the whole thing so it's not really their fault) could you please give me some light hearted stevetony with italian!tony? ily so much youre a blessing for this world keep being yourself

Steve was going to be honest here: he didn’t like the sun.

Bucky and Natasha would kill him for slandering the current Mediterranean summer weather like that, but it was true. He was an Irishman. His skin was pale and unused to anything above mild temperatures. Not to mention the fact that it was just damn uncomfortable to sit and sweat with no way to cool down all day. He wasn’t entirely sure why he’d come on this holiday with his two friends at all, actually. He didn’t like the sun, he didn’t really have the money for it, and he was currently acting as the third wheel to what could have just been Bucky & Natasha’s romantic getaway. But Bucky had asked, and said that Steve needed to take a bit of time off, so here he was.

Sweating.

It wasn’t so bad, though. While Nat was off looking around in a little local museum and Bucky was trying to sleep off the hangover from last night, Steve was sitting in a quiet cafe, reading his book and sipping on a latte. He was in the shade to prevent burning, and it was early enough in the morning that the heat wasn’t unbearable. It was actually quite nice.

There was also an incredibly beautiful young man sitting on a table a few feet to his right, nibbling a sandwich and working in a scruffy-looking notebook while he shot Steve occasional furtive glances. That was very nice too.

He looked to be in his early twenties, and clearly native to the town. They hadn’t picked a touristy spot, which was good for the culture, but bad when it came to the language barrier. And the man didn’t sport any of the typical touristy items; instead lounging around in a breezy white cotton shirt with a few buttons undone, tucked into a pair of form-fitting navy slacks and then ending with some expensive-looking loafers. Atop the dark mess of curls were some aviators, and he wore a black ring on his forefinger that contrasted wonderfully against the olive of his skin. The way he held onto his pen made his fingers flex, and occasionally he would run it over his bottom lip in thought, suck it in, frown for a second before he wrote something else down.

Yes, Steve may have been staring for a long time now. But in his defence, the man was stunning. Steve could admit he was more than a little enthralled.

He checked his watch briefly, wondering at what point this was going to get weird and he would have to either approach the other man or leave. He could order another coffee, he supposed-- but too much caffeine gave him a headache. Maybe the man was a regular here. Steve might get to see him tomorrow, maybe smile at him or something.

“hai intenzione di stare lì a fissarmi tutto il giorno o vuoi venire qui?”

Steve blinked, watching the man as he pulled the pen from his mouth and then leaned his head backward, apparently speaking to no one in particular. But then his neck rolled, and he looked Steve right in the eye, his mouth curling into a gorgeously cheeky smile. “I take it you do not speak Italian then?”

Oh. Oh, he was talking to Steve. Fuck. Okay. He spluttered a little and then sat up, resisting the urge to push his hair back or smooth out his shirt. He was calm, he was suave. “I...no,” he stumbled, shaking his head, “was that... sorry, were you talking to me?”

The man nodded, slipping sideways on his chair and then leaning forward so his elbows rested on his knees and his hands were clasped in front of him. He was slim, but muscular. Steve could see the way his shirt smoothed over strong arms as he hunched. And now he was face on, Steve could truly get a feel for what the man looked like. Sharp jaw. Hair that fell artistically over his perfectly-proportioned face. The most beautiful hazel eyes Steve had ever goddamn seen.

“I said, are you going to sit there and stare all day or are you planning on coming over?”

Steve realised he was being spoken to only a second after he’d stopped watching the way the man’s mouth formed the words, his accent thick, but his English perfect. Steve should probably respond to that, shouldn’t he. “Well, if it’s all the same with you,” he began, before cracking a smile and then standing up. In a few strides, he was at the man’s table, slipping into the seat opposite. He was in the sun here, but he figured that he could make the sacrifice, just this once.

There was a second of silence, and then the man turned to face him again. His eyes were alight, shining in the sunlight and mingled with intrigue. “Was that an Irish accent I heard just then?” He asked, and God, even his voice was beautiful. Steve had never thought voices could be beautiful until today.

He nodded. “It was. Born and raised there ‘til my mam moved us over to America. We don’t fare quite as well in this sun as you though. Hence the shade I was in.”

“Oh. We can move?” The man waved his hand backward, but Steve was quick to shake his head, simply smiling in reassurance.

“It’s fine. I’m Steve, by the way.”

“Ah. I’m Tony.” He smiled and leaned his head into his hands, looking across the table at Steve with that fiery smile of his. His fingers traced idly over his notepad as he eyed Steve, and the writings he’d done were absolutely foreign- not even because they were written in a different language, but because they were all just complex-looking equations and diagrams and things Steve couldn’t even name. He didn’t dwell on them though. There were much more interesting things to be looking at just then.

Leaning back in his chair and throwing an arm casually across the backrest-- and no, not to flex his muscles like Bucky tried to say whenever he did that-- he let his eyes walk slowly up and down Tony’s body, before stopping for a second at his mouth. The pen was back again. A brief thought crossed his mind, and he swallowed it down hastily. That was most definitely not appropriate for the first conversation.

But Tony looked like he knew exactly what Steve was thinking anyway, because the smile widened and he took the pen back out from between his teeth again, spinning it in those agile fingers of his. “So tell me- what is an Irishman who doesn’t like the sun doing in Italy right now?” He asked, one eyebrow rising curiously.

Steve explained the situation easily, talking of Bucky and Nat, the vacation they’d all planned, Steve’s need for a little break. In turn, Tony explained how he’d ended up here, him having come from America too, but much longer ago, back when he was a child and his parents had divorced. He talked emphatically and used his hands when he spoke, and Steve found himself hanging on to every word, Tony managing to make everyday events seem like film-plots. Their conversation came easily, like one would with a long-time friend, and soon Steve realised that a whole hour had passed since he and Tony had begun talking. He blinked in surprise at his watch and then felt the back of his neck. “God, I’m gonna burn,” he muttered to himself, popping his collar up.

Tony pulled a face, clearly unimpressed by the weakness of his pale skin, but then it turned into a smile as he jumped from his seat and grabbed for Steve’s hand, tugging him upward. “I know how to cool you down,” he said enthusiastically, and Steve found himself being pulled into standing and guided out of the cafe. “How much time do you have?”

Well, Natasha wanted him to join her in the museum about ten minutes ago, so-- “no plans for the day,” he said easily, letting Tony guide them through the winding streets, their bodies brushing and their hands linked together while they navigated the people and market-stalls. Tony greeted locals as he passed them by, the Italian words rolling off his tongue easily. Steve hung on to every word he said, not knowing what he meant, but willing to listen to Tony talking like that for the rest of the goddamn day if he wanted to. It was like music.

Eventually, Steve realised Tony was leading them to the coastline, and he frowned. “I haven’t bought any swim-trunks with me,” he said warily, but Tony just laughed, turning around and walking backwards while he looked up at Steve.

“Just wear your boxers, they’ll dry off quickly once you get out!”

“I... I don’t--” but Tony was already leading them down a rickety set of wooden steps, winding down the cliff edge. It was a secluded place, and when they reached the bottom, Steve looked around in awe at the beautiful cove he’d been brought to. There was a small outcrop which slid off straight into the sea, and a few feet onward, a dusting of sand covered by the shade of a tree.

Tony beamed at him. “I come here to do work sometimes. Come, come. The water is lovely.” Without a moment of hesitation, he toed off his loafers and then skidded over the outcrop, where he then started to untuck his shirt from his pants. Steve could only watch, somewhat shocked at the man’s lack of embarrassment, as Tony quickly stripped down into his underwear, finally ending with chucking his sunglasses on top of the messy pile of his clothes. His eyes shone with knowing amusement as he looked over his shoulder at Steve. “My eyes are up here,” he commented, and in mortification, Steve hurriedly dragged his gaze away from Tony’s ass.

“Sorry, sorry, I didn’t--” but Tony had already turned back around, stepping off the outcrop and then splashing into the water, being submerged immediately. He came up a second later with a gasp, slicking his curls out of his face with one hand while the other clamped around the outcrop. He swam closer to Steve, who was still stood at the sidelines, a little bamboozled by the recent events.

“You joining me?” Tony asked, his arms folding on the rocks as he cocked his head at Steve. “I might need-- ah, come se dice.... a water-guard?”

“Lifeguard,” Steve said with a small grin, remembering the conversation he’d had earlier about his part-time job as a pool lifeguard when he’d been a kid in order to afford his first ever car. “And you seem to be doing okay right now.”

Tony hummed, and then very dramatically began to flail around, head dipping under the water. “Oh no!” He declared, “my legs have suddenly stopped working! If only I had someone trained to handle a situation like this to come in and save me!” He sunk below the water again, and Steve rolled his eyes and just tried not to laugh as his hands went to his shirt.

If Tony didn’t seem to think this was strange, then neither did Steve.

Once he was down to his boxer briefs, he slid in a little more calmly than Tony had done, bracing himself against the rocks and looking at the other man. Water clung to his skin, making crystal trails, pooling at the dip in his collar-bones. His hair was slicked back, but a piece had fallen into his eyes, and he tucked it behind his ear as he tread the water a few feet away.

He was right though. It really was lovely and cool.

Steve smiled, sinking under the surface for a moment in order to wet his hair. He could just about touch the surface, but Tony was considerably smaller than him, so he would have to stick to treading the water. Steve came back up with a gasp and then found himself laughing. “This is not how I imagined my day to go,” he admitted, watching Tony’s face soften.

Then, slowly, he swam forward, cutting through the water and then settling a hand on Steve’s shoulder softly. It slipped across the damp skin, and Tony watched his own fingers as they trailed across Steve’s pale shoulders. “Me neither,” Tony admitted softly, glancing up at Steve through his thick lashes, “but I’m not going to complain. I met a very hot man and got him out of his clothes in under two hours.”

That made Steve laugh. Never in a million years would he have done this back in America. Not like he even could, really. The Hudson hardly counted as a romantic spot for a swim with the person you’d only met once. But everyone said Europeans were very free-spirited. And from what Steve could see, and, uh, feel, that certainly seemed the case. Tony swam a little closer, his other hand finding Steve’s neck, winding around the side of it delicately and pulling himself in until they were chest to chest. Steve curled his own hand around the other man’s waist, taking a small breath. He wasn’t sure he’d ever been quite as affected by someone as he was with Tony. Not in his whole life.

“I want to kiss you,” Tony said, his words lilted with the accent, his skin glittering in the sunlight, and it was so damn strange for Steve to think of the fact that Tony had almost grown up in New York as the heir to a huge business like he’d spoken of earlier, all slick and hard-lined and American. This just seemed like it was where Tony belonged, far more than that life ever would be.

Steve smiled, their noses touching. His hand rose from the water, the sound tinkling melodically, and he gently took Tony’s chin in his hand, tilting it up a little more. “I want to kiss you too,” he admitted, “I want to do a lot of things, actually.”

“Hmm?” Tony’s voice was low, warm, suggestive. “You said you have no plans. I don’t either.” He dipped forward, giving Steve the barest brush of lips before pulling away a fraction again.”You can do whatever you want, tesoro.”

Wow. Those words went straight down south, and Steve swallowed, before dipping down and closing the gap between them hastily. The water swirled around them, Tony draping himself onto Steve as they embraced, and vaguely he realised that this wasn’t a private cove and anyone could walk by if they wanted, but it was still difficult to keep his actions even remotely clean when he had a pretty much naked and willing and wet Tony in his arms, sucking on his bottom lip while his hands worked over Steve’s arms. He tasted like coffee and smelled like apples, and his mouth was a devil, licking into him, nipping and sucking and making little noises when Steve touched him in the right places. It was slow, easy, relaxed. The sun shone through the clear blue sky, lighting up Tony’s face as he leaned back against the rock and shut his eyes happily. Steve wanted to work him over. Wanted to find out what his favourite colour was and how he looked spread out on a bed. Just seeing him like this was driving Steve a little mad. God only knew what would happen when they got home.

He was going to have to do a lot of apologising to Bucky and Nat tonight, because he didn’t think they were going to be seeing anything of him for the rest of the day.

Or the vacation.

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etherealwaifgoddess · 4 years

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One In A Million - Chpt.7

Summary: Times are tough as Steve recovers and unfortunately the guys won’t admit how tough until it’s too late. The revelation sparks an impulsive decision and the three grow closer as a result. Content Warning: smut.

Word Count: 3.7k

Author’s Note: Hello lovelies! Please note the content warning: there be smut ahead. Though I feel like if ya’ll are still with me, this is part of what you’re here for lol. So please enjoy the next twist that life has in store for these three and them finally falling into bed together. XOXO - Ash

Chapter Seven

You knew something was wrong when Bucky started working seven days a week. You missed the lazy weekends together and despite his insistence that it was mandatory overtime, you wondered. Then he came home with a split lip and two black eyes. He had started boxing again, going in for a few fights after work on Tuesdays. The fights weren’t strictly legal but the payouts were good, he told you. Steve was drawing more than ever, cranking out prototypes for all sorts of businesses in town trying to attract new clients. He had tried to pick up extra shifts at the grocery store but he was still weak from his bout of pneumonia and they didn’t have any extra work for him other than hard labor receiving shipments.

You started inviting the guys over more, disliking how cold they were keeping their apartment. You were sure it was to keep the heating costs down and you didn’t want to complain. So you had them over every night you could, making sure they had somewhere warm to hang out and a good meal in their bellies. You worried but let them handle things privately, not wanting to upset them.

March finally arrives but there’s no sign of spring on the horizon. It’s too cold to be out for very long and instead the three of you have plans to stay in at your apartment for the evening. After an hour of waiting around, you try them by phone with no luck. You’re dialing them a third time when they finally walked in.

“What happened?” you almost shout seeing their stricken expressions.

Bucky and Steve are mirror images of disheveled hair and red rimmed eyes. “I can’t… I can’t, Buck.” Steve starts crying softly, curling into Bucky’s chest. His fists are clenched by his sides and he’s shaking head to toe.

You’re barely breathing waiting for one of them to tell you what’s wrong.

Bucky sighs heavily. “We got a little behind on the rent when Steve got sick.” he explains, “I thought we could get caught up if I took enough extra shifts and won a few fights. We have until Monday to clear out.”

“Why didn’t you tell me? How much do you owe? I can get your landlord a check today.” you blurt out all in one breath.

“It’s too late, they have a new tenant moving in on Monday. We’re out.”

You pace the floor, thinking. “We’ll pack up your stuff this weekend and move you in here. It’ll be fine, I have plenty of space.”

“We can’t.” Steve finally speaks up, “You know it's a girls only building and only one bedroom. People will talk and then you’ll be evicted too.”

“So where are you going then?” you push, frustrated.

“I’m gonna call my ma, see if she’ll take us in ‘til we find a new place.” Bucky explains.

“How are you going to get to work then?”

“It’ll be a hike but we’ll have to make do.”

“No,” you’re shaking your head as you pace, “No, absolutely not.”

“Rose...” Bucky protests weakly.

“No, fuck this.” you stop, staring at them, fuming. Your tone is commanding, allowing no argument from them. “You’re staying here until we find somewhere. Steve, how do you feel about getting married?”

Steve practically squawks, “What?”

“Not for real, you idiot! We tell everyone we’ve eloped and that will buy us some time to find a new place to live. Then the three of us can find a nice two bedroom place. No one will actually ask to see a marriage certificate and it’ll let us get an apartment together as newlyweds. Then Bucky will come along too because he’s your friend and needs somewhere to live on such short notice. We’ll have a spare bedroom for him and everything.”

“It might work.” Bucky says after a quiet minute. He’s watching you with a calculating gaze, you won’t back down under his scrutiny though.

“It will work.” you insist.

“Rose, we can’t ask you to do this.” Steve implores, “It’s my fault we’re in this mess and…”

“Steve, no!” Bucky snaps at him, “This is not your fault. You didn’t ask to get sick. You didn’t ask to be born with a bum heart and shoddy lungs. We’re in this together.”

Steve’s face crumples and he hugs close to Bucky again. You wrap your arms around Steve’s back, joining in their hug. “Can we just go lie in bed for a bit? I need to be close to you.” you request.

The guys don’t have the heart to deny you and they follow down the hall to your room. The three of you wrap yourselves up in each other, letting the fears and worries of the day fade away.

“You really sure about this?” Bucky asks after a long while. The room is dark, illuminated only by the light filtering down the hall from the living room. You can just make out his concerned expression in the dimness.

“Of course I am. I love you, both of you. It’s a little fast, but who cares? Besides, this is technically my fault.”

“Oh lord in heaven.” Bucky moans, “Not you too.”

You shove at him lightly, “Hear me out. If I hadn’t pushed so damn hard about going skating we wouldn’t have kept Steve out in the cold long enough for him to get sick.”

“And if anything in my body worked the way it was supposed to, I would’ve been fine being out in the cold just like you two were.” Steve chimes in.

“You two were made for each other. Pair of self sacrificing saints.” Bucky complains.

“Good thing we have you then, huh?” you smile at him, kissing his shoulder affectionately.

“Someone has to keep you two in line.”

“You love us.” Steve coos from the other side of Bucky, wrapping himself even tighter around him to press noisy kisses on his face.

“I do not.” Bucky huffs with faux displeasure.

You join in Steve’s fun, tickling his ribs lightly, “Yes you do, admit it.”

Bucky wriggles around between your tickles and Steve’s kisses until all three of you are breathless and laughing. You rest your hand on Bucky comfortably as you all settle down, limbs entwined as usual. Bucky who usually loves the middle is holding himself a little stiffer than usual.

“You okay, baby?” you ask him, worried he’s still fretting over the apartment.

“Uh, I would be a little better if you could move your hand.” he says tightly.

“What? Why?” you move your hand, trying to see what the problem is and Bucky hisses out a breath as you realize what it is you’re touching. “Oh!” you yelp, pulling your hand back.

Steve is cackling over on his side of the bed, unable to stifle his amusement.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…” you stammer.

“It’s not a problem darlin’ but I’d rather wait until you’re a willing participant for something like that.”

“Oh I’m willing but-”

“You are?” “Whoa what?” the guys chorus in surprise.

You blush, “Well, yeah. I’ve thought about it and I’m ready for… that, whenever you are. I just didn’t want to push.”

Steve takes a shaky breath and Bucky makes a strangled sound in his throat.

“We didn’t want to push either.” Steve tells you, running a hand over the length of your arm.

“We’re idiots.” you lament.

Bucky nods and rolls so he’s hovering over you a little, making it easier for him to lean down and kiss you. Slowly you find yourself being rolled into the middle of the bed where Steve can trail his long artist's fingers over every inch of bare skin he finds. You would know Bucky is aroused even if you didn’t feel the hard length of him pressing into your hip. His kisses are deeper, more desperate, depriving you of oxygen until you’re both panting. Steve just bides his time until Bucky rolls off and then Steve shifts over into his place. While Steve gets his fill of kissing you, Bucky occupies himself watching you both and palming himself lightly over top his pants. You catch sight of him when Steve trails kisses down the column of your throat and your breath hitches as your eyes meet. His pupils are blown wide, lips parted as he breathes heavily, and you can’t think of anything else you want more than to push him over the edge he’s been dancing around.

“Look at him, Steve.” you pant.

Steve glances over at Bucky and he whistles lightly. “Should we take over for him?” Steve asks you with a predatory smile.

“I think we should.” you agree and slip out from under Steve. Bucky is watching, curious what you have in mind and he lets Steve rearrange him so he’s back between the two of you.

“Hey, baby.” you purr in his ear, nipping the shell of it between your teeth.

Bucky moans, his hips thrusting instinctively at the contact, making Steve chuckle as he works to get Bucky’s pants off. You tug Bucky’s shirt up and over his head once his pants are off and he’s left naked between the two of you. The size of him has you shuddering in anticipation. Though his length is only slightly above average, he’s deliciously thick. It’s going to be a stretch you feel for days when he finally fucks you.

Steve runs his talented fingers up and down Bucky’s body, teasing his bare skin until he’s trembling. You join in the fun, taking your time to let your hands memorize every inch of Bucky. His shoulders are wide and corded with muscle that ripples down to strong arms. You would have expected pronounced abs from a boxer, especially one with so much upper body strength, but his middle is as broad as the rest of him. He’s strong, no doubt about it, but the muscles lay blurred under a layer of softness. He’s solid and sturdy in a way that makes you feel protected in his presence.

Steve is kneading the softness of Bucky’s inner thighs when your hand moves down, hovering over his straining erection. “Go ahead, doll.” Steve encourages you.

You take Bucky in hand, unable to close your fist all the way but sliding it up and down as firmly as you can. The friction isn’t enough, it’s too dry and you wish you had lube to help. Bucky clearly isn’t concerned, he’s moaning and gasping as you stroke him slowly.

“Here, you need a little wetness to make it easier.” Steve offers, placing a hand on your shoulder. You move back and are gaping when Steve lowers his mouth around the head of Bucky’s cock. He swallows him down with familiar ease, spreading saliva around with his tongue as he pops off with an obscene slurp. Bucky is gripping the sheets in his fists, straining to keep his composure.

“No fair.” you pout childishly. “Now I wanna.”

Bucky takes one look at your pouty lip and groans, “You two are gonna be the death of me.”

Steve watches with rapt fascination as you pop Bucky’s thick head in your mouth, slowly taking more and more of him in until your jaw aches and you have to stop in fear of your gag reflex. Steve rubs circles on your back as you bob up and down a few times, making Bucky gasp out a series of half moans. You lean back finally, not wanting him to finish in your mouth, at least not this time. This time is about sharing him with Steve and you can’t do that with his cock in your mouth. “Together?” you ask Steve hopefully.

“Together.” he agrees and you each wrap a hand around Bucky’s cock, moving in tandem easily thanks to your combined saliva still on him. You each take a side of him, letting hands and mouths roam free while you work him until he’s babbling mindlessly and spilling into your entwined hands.

You press one last kiss to Bucky’s lips and dart off to get a wet washcloth from the bathroom to clean up the mess. Steve accepts it gratefully and cleans Bucky off too.

“Did you like watching that?” you ask Steve, taking note of the bulge in his trousers.

“My best girl taking care of my best guy? Of course I did. Best thing I’ve ever seen.” His smile is wolfish and you can’t wait to get him as bare as Bucky.

“You’re overdressed, darlin.” Bucky points out.

“I should fix that.” you tease. For the first time in your life, you’re not shy about stripping down in front of a lover for the first time. You have your hang ups about your body, everyone does, but something about the pure adoration these two show you makes it easy to bare yourself to them. You toe off your socks while pulling your blouse up over your head. Your pants are the next to go and before you know it you’re left in just your underwear. Both men are gaping, stock still and waiting for your next move. It’s a powerful feeling and fuels you to unclasp your bra, toss it aside, and then peel down your panties so that you’re fully naked.

Bucky makes grabby hands at you and you rejoin them on the bed between him and Steve. They take turns kneading your breasts and lavishing your chest with kisses, one on each side. You’re losing your battle for composure quickly, you wanted to take care of Steve so badly. Wanted to make sure he knows how much you desire him too. “Steve, honey.” you gasp, “Why are you still clothed? I want you too, honey.”

Steve’s breath catches in his throat and he whines quietly.

“You heard the lady.” Bucky asserts, equally enthused to get Steve naked.

He relents finally and shucks off his pants and shirt quickly. The head of his cock catches on his boxers as they go down and it bobs once it’s sprung free. Steve isn’t as thick as Bucky but he’s longer, significantly so. How he manages to hide that monster against his thin frame is beyond you and you tell him as much before your brain catches up to your mouth. He chuckles and blushes prettily under your compliment. He kneels on the bed and you and Bucky both move up onto your knees to join him with eager kisses.

“There’s a reason he’s so cocky.” Bucky jokes and you swat at him with a laugh. You and Bucky take turns capturing Steve’s mouth with kisses and racing hands up and down his slender body.

“You’re so beautiful.” you croon, littering kisses across his delicate collar bones.

“What d’ya say we give Stevie a special treat for being so pretty for us?” Bucky’s voice is low and raw.

“Sounds perfect.”

“You want to taste him too, darlin’?”

You nod eagerly.

“You go down there for a minute while I find the spot on his neck that makes his toes curl. Then we’ll trade.”

“Okay.” you sink down Steve’s body, eager to taste him. You can’t fit as much of him in your mouth as you would like but you grasp the rest in your hand to make up for it. Steve is writhing under your ministrations and you know the second Bucky finds that sweet spot on his neck because his body starts shaking like he’ll just shudder apart at any second.

“Time to trade.” Bucky tells you, rubbing a hand on your back to get your attention.

You run your mouth along Steve’s neck, hoping you can find this mystery spot and Bucky grins. “Why don’t you spend some time with those pretty little nipples of his. That’ll give you a real treat.”

You quirk an eyebrow at Bucky who grins and then swallows Steve down with practiced grace. It’s erotic as hell, watching Bucky deepthroat Steve’s cock and you squirm to press your thighs together a little to ease the ache between them. Trusting Bucky’s direction, you run your hands over Steve’s chest, letting your thumbs trace over his small pink nipples. He whimpers, fisting his hands in Bucky’s hair at the contact and you’re encouraged to keep going. You lean forward, kissing his open mouth for a moment before lowering your head to lick roughly against his left nipple. Steve’s body is shaking and he’s making garbled, desperate noises when you switch to his right. “This is fantastic.” you tell Bucky, pleased to be working Steve up so much.

Bucky chuckles around Steve who practically yells at the feeling of the vibrations added to the mix. He’s whimpering, pleading for release and you pat Bucky on the shoulder. You’ve tormented him enough, it’s time to let him fly. Bucky nods and doubles down his efforts. You work your tongue over Steve’s right nipple while your hand rolls the left between your fingers, pulling a little as you go. Steve comes with a shout, all but vibrating out of his own skin while he clings to you with one arm, the other gripping Bucky’s hair. You ease off at the same time Bucky does and Steve collapses, boneless and spent.

Bucky is beaming, pleased with himself while he wipes his mouth on the back of his forearm and sits down next to Steve. You crook a finger at him, motioning for him to come forward and he pops back up, obeying readily. It catches him off guard when you claim his mouth with yours, deepening the kiss until you’re licking into his mouth, tasting him and a faint hint of Steve on his tongue. Steve’s cock twitches at the sight, spent but desperately interested. Bucky moans into the kiss before pulling back, “Filthy girl.” he chastises affectionately.

You shrug one shoulder, not caring in the least. You know they enjoy it and you tell them as much.

“True, true.” Bucky concedes, “But now, darlin’, we’re gonna enjoy you.” he glances over to Steve who is still breathing heavily, “You need a minute, sweetheart?”

Steve shakes his head as he starts to pull himself up, “I can do this all day.”

“Good.” Bucky turns his attention back on you and Steve is shuffling closer so he can join in the fun. They cage you in between them, kissing you briefly in turn until you can’t keep up with them. They trail down the side of your neck in unison while two different hands palm your breasts. It’s the oddest, most overwhelming feeling having them work you over in tandem. Their motions the same but the feeling slightly different, it confuses your senses and leaves you desperately trying to get a hold of yourself.

Bucky moves behind you, letting his broad chest support your back while he sucks marks into the fragile skin of your neck. Steve exacts revenge on your nipples, giving them the same treatment you had given his. Bucky’s hands slide down from your waist to the insides of your thighs, moving them down then back up to the point where they touch. He squeezes them and pushes gently so that you widen your stance, giving him access to you entirely. Steve is still working your sensitive nipples over when Bucky runs a thick finger along your slit causing a cry to escape your lips. He toys at your entrance, letting your slick dampen two of his fingers before he slides them inside you. “God, you’re so tight.” Bucky rasps in your ear, “So perfect for us. We couldn’t be luckier getting to love on you like this.”

It’s been a very long time, longer than you’re willing to admit, since you had been with a man and you’re gasping as he slides his fingers in and out of you. Steve slips a hand down, searching for your clit with those long skilled fingers of his. He finds it easily and flicks his thumb across it teasingly. “Do you have fucking sonar or something?!” you demand harshly. You had hoped for a minute or two of fumbling before you had to cope with the added attention there. The rumble of laughter surrounds you, coming from both of their chests while they fall into a punishing rhythm of Bucky fucking you with his fingers and Steve rubbing against your clit. It’s too much. They’re everywhere, clouding your senses until you’re trembling and sobbing for your release.

You’re leaning against Bucky and clinging to Steve when you finally fall over the edge of your climax, reduced to sobbing, mewling sounds as you shake against their bodies. Bucky helps you lay down against him, supporting you in his arms while Steve lays down to rest partially on your heaving chest. You’re sandwiched between them and it’s heaven as you come back to your senses.

“That was… whoa.” you mumble still a little scatter brained.

“Yeah it was.” Bucky agrees.

“You looked so beautiful coming apart for us like that.” Steve tells you, running a soothing hand along your belly.

“You guys are incredible.” you praise them genuinely. “Good lord, what is sex gonna be like with you two?” you lament mostly to yourself.

Bucky snorts, “Better.” he informs you.

“Braggart.” Steve scolds him.

“Hey, I can speak from personal experience that being fucked by you classifies as one of the great wonders of the world.”

“Oh,” you murmur, your brain shorting out at the thought of Steve topping Bucky. You would give away every cent in your bank account to watch that happen.

Two pairs of blue eyes turn to you, twin expressions of amusement on their faces.

“You like that idea, darlin’?” Bucky asks.

“You wanna watch me and Buck?” Steve’s innocent tone does nothing to soften his words.

You nod, gulping, trying to compose yourself. “Yes, yes please.”

“Next time.” Steve promises and Bucky moans softly at the thought.

“We have all the time in the world.” Bucky assures him before snuggling in deeper into your neck.

You know you don’t have all the time though. In two months you’ll be gone, but you’re going to do everything you can to make sure they’re happy and taken care of until that time comes.

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loveforpreserumsteve · 4 years

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The One: Bonus “Begin Again” Story (Mortician!Steve and Baker!Bucky Modern AU)

Four:

Underneath the table, Bucky's hand crept up Steve's muscular thigh. Creeping dangerously close to a rapidly growing intrigued dick. Actively ignoring the movement of Bucky's large hand on his body, Steve shoved the final piece of cake into his mouth. Nearly swallowing the cayenne dark chocolate cake whole without chewing it at all in his haste to finish it.

The truce had held up. They had danced and mingled and genuinely enjoyed the time with their loved ones. Yet, Steve just wanted to be alone with Bucky. Even if all they did was cuddle in bed. Although, Steve did hope for more. Especially with the way Bucky looked in his gray suit and lilac tie. It made Steve want to treat the brunet's body the way it deserved to be treated.

"I think it's safe to leave," Bucky leaned over to comment directly in Steve's ear, giving Steve's thigh a sensual squeeze.

Steve's brows rose high on his forehead in his enthusiasm as he shot up from his seat. Maneuvering around tables and empty chairs, Steve crossed the room towards the wedding party table where the only two left sitting there were the newlyweds. Both facing each other as they thumb wrestled, caught up in their own little world.

In victory, Natasha tossed her head back and gleefully laughed. Even raising her arms up triumphantly. Theatrically, Sam complained about how Natasha won because of her, "Freakishly strong thumbs."

Stopping in front of them, Steve smirked, "Aren't you supposed to be madly in love?"

"We are," Sam confirmed, leaning forward to kiss Natasha's mouth; both smiling into the kiss.

When they pulled away from one another, Natasha looked over Steve and assumed, "Ya leavin'?"

"Duh," Steve answered, shoving his hands into his slack's pockets.

"Duh," Sam mocked, climbing from his seat and walking around the table to embrace Steve in a hug. Giving the blond a kiss on his cheek, Sam said, "Thank you. I don't think I'd be nearly as happy if we hadn't met."

"I mean, I did introduce you to your wife," Steve teased, giving Sam's strong frame a comforting squeeze before pulling back.

"See, I knew befriending you all those years ago was a good idea," Sam playfully agreed, glancing over and winking at his wife.

Natasha pulled Steve in and selfishly commented, "He was my friend first and he'll be my friend last, Wilson."

"Ooh, not gonna go easy on me even now, huh?" Sam brought his hand up to his chest, over his heart, as he feigned hurt.

"Not a chance," Natasha confirmed, standing on her toes to kiss Steve's cheek as she reminded, "Text me when you get home tomorrow, alright?"

"Alright," Steve chuckled, pulling Natasha close again for another hug. His first friend. His best friend. His Nat. Keeping his voice low, Steve told just Natasha, "Congrats, Nattie. I'm really happy for you. You deserve this."

Natasha gave Steve's midsection a tender squeeze before half-mocking, "You're gonna make me cry, asshole!"

Smiling, Steve pressed a kiss to her forehead. As they stepped back from each other, Bucky was finishing up hugging Sam. And with Steve out of the way, Bucky gave Natasha a big hug, too. Not nearly as long as the one Steve shared with her, but she wasn't as close to Bucky. Yet, Steve hoped.

With all the farewells and teasing out of the way, Bucky laced his fingers with Steve's and led them out of the emptying ballroom. Both happily buzzed off the champagne and, in Steve's case, in love, it didn't take long for them to plaster themselves to each other in the elevator. Sharing innocent kisses and smiles as they rose to their floor.

Never once dropping their hands as they walked down the quiet hallway to their room. Not even as they struggled with the key card to the room. Bucky joked, "You sure this is the right room?"

"Yes, I'm sure," Steve chuckled, pulling the card sleeve out from his suit pocket to look over the number again. Finding that it matched the room number, he grumbled, "You'd think something easier would be made considering how much trouble these are."

Stroking the side of Steve's face, Bucky leaned into the muscular blond as he murmured, "You're sexy when you're frustrated."

As Bucky sucked Steve's earlobe into his mouth, Steve briefly closed his eyes at the sensation before working even more zealously at getting the stubborn door open. Feeling Bucky's lips tick up into a smirk against his skin, Steve let out a sigh of relief when the lock lit up green and he opened the door.

Crashing into the room, Bucky slammed the door closed while Steve pushed him up against the wall. Lips passionately moving together as hands roamed over one another. Tugging at clothes with harsh grips and nimble fingers until they laid abandoned on the floor.

Running his palms over Bucky's muscled torso caused Steve's knees to go weak. Luckily, the back of his legs hit the bed and he tumbled onto the firm mattress, bringing Bucky down with him. Not that Bucky minded much as he crawled over Steve's frame. Straddling Steve's hips, Bucky ground down on Steve's erection, earning a throaty groan from the blond.

"Lube," Steve suggested, nibbling on Bucky's lower lip.

Rapidly nodding, Bucky's tongue quickly delved deeply into Steve's mouth before climbing off him. Already breathing erratically, Steve removed his boxer briefs, tossing them somewhere else as his eyes remained on Bucky. Hand dropping down to his own hard-on as he watched his boyfriend's back muscles move as he rifled through his bag.

Stroking upward over himself, Steve buried his teeth into his lower lip and thrust his head back into the hotel pillows at the sensation. When the bed dipped, Steve opened his eyes and looked over to find Bucky completely naked now. Groaning, Steve bent his legs to create a space for Bucky.

"C'mere," Steve insisted, removing his hand from his own cock.

Bucky crawled over to him with the bottle of lube in hand, and went to take his spot between Steve's legs. Dropping the bottle onto the bed before stroking up Steve's thighs towards his groin, spreading him just a bit wider. Leaning forward, Bucky captured Steve's lips in a kiss.

Licking into Bucky's mouth, Steve's heart fluttered at the sound of the bottle's cap being popped open. When Bucky's freshly slick finger brushed against his hole, Steve sharply inhaled at the cool sensation before moaning at the brunet easing a finger into him. Considering how Steve had stretched himself earlier as he cleaned up, Bucky was able to quickly move onto two fingers.

"Fuck," Steve softly whimpered as Bucky doubled his efforts by adding a third finger.

"Too much?" Bucky asked, slowing his thrusting.

Steve shook his head and ran his hands through his own hair as he assured, "Not enough."

Smirking against Steve's lips, Bucky curled his finger against his prostate while using the other two to stretch Steve more. Gasping, Steve arched his back, pushing his chest into Bucky's solid form and effectively trapping his dick between their defined abs.

Pushing himself back down onto Bucky's fingers, Steve whined, "Babe, please."

"Okay, honey. Okay," Bucky playfully pouted, removing his fingers and reaching for the condom and lube.

Grabbing the foil packet before Bucky could, Steve quickly ripped the wrapper to remove the latex item. Instantly rolling the condom onto Bucky's hard cock, touching the appendage for the first time since they started fooling around; causing Bucky's breath to hitch. And causing a smirk to tick Steve's lips up victoriously.

Bringing Steve's hand up to his mouth, Bucky kissed his palm as he slicked his dick up. And as he lined up, Bucky took Steve's index finger and middle finger into his mouth. Sucking on the slender, artistic fingers, he pushed into his boyfriend. Both men letting out low, throaty groans once Bucky was fully seated inside of Steve.

"Fuck," Steve's eyes fluttered closed as Bucky dragged his cock back and over his prostate while licking over and between Steve's fingers.

When Bucky sets a slow, sensual pace, Steve dropped his hands to Bucky's ass. Giving the globes an affectionate squeeze before dropping them just below his ass and guiding Bucky back in just a bit harsher. The deepness causing Steve's own breath to hitch and earning a grunt from Bucky as he dropped down on top of Steve. Catching himself on his forearms and capturing Steve's mouth as the pair set a new pace.

A faster, deeper, harsher pace. A pace that had Steve's hands roaming over Bucky's firm frame and groping his ass as he urged the brunet as close as physically possible. A pace that had Bucky's face buried in the crook of Steve's neck, definitely roughing up the pale skin and assuring a nice beard burn would be seen later on.

More importantly though, it was a pace that had the pair falling apart in nearly no time at all. Breathlessly, Bucky babbled, "I'm close. Fuck, Stevie, I'm close. I'm so close. Gonna come. Wanna come. So close. You close?"

Steve nodded and confirmed just as softly, "So close."

Nipping at Steve's neck, Bucky put more of his body weight on Steve. Their torsos trapping Steve's untouched cock in between them while their sweat and Steve's pre-come adding an easy glide for their movements. It was just the right pressure without Bucky having to bring his hand to his cock and jerk him off. Just the right pressure, causing Steve to come.

"Fuck. Fuck, I'm gonna --" Bucky managed before he, too, came.

Bucky's hips stilling as he filled the condom and gasped against Steve's broad shoulder. From how close they were, Steve could feel the erratic flutter of Bucky's heart, and he brought his hand up to soothingly stroke at the back of Bucky's neck.

Enjoying this moment and how tranquil he felt, Steve whispered, "I love you."

Mind catching up to his mouth, Steve's eyes widened as his hand stilled. That wasn't how he pictured telling the man on top of him, in him, and covered in his come. He had pictured something more romantic. Or at least a little less… gross.

Removing his face from Steve's neck, Bucky's typical post-orgasm fatigue wasn’t making its usual appearance. Instead, his eyes were focused on Steve. Looking over every inch of Steve's face as he alertly studied him. Steve could feel that his whole face and ears and probably even his neck were bright red in his embarrassment, and he knew that he should say something, but he couldn't think of anything.

Lifting himself up further, Bucky's expression remained one of surprise as he questioned, "You love me?"

Considering he had already said it once a year ago -- sure the circumstances were different -- Steve simply decided not to lie. Instead, quickly nodding as he held his breath. In a limbo of hoping that Bucky felt the same and afraid that he didn't.

Surging forward, Bucky pressed his lips to Steve's in a passionate kiss. Bringing a lube-sticky hand to Steve's face, he held the blond as though he was precious. And although Steve was still reeling from the shock of his own confession, for a moment, he felt precious. Not like that was a difficult thing when Bucky took so much care in handling him.

Pulling back from the kiss, Bucky rested his forehead against Steve's and, with their lips so close they brushed together, Bucky whispered, "I love you, too."

"You do?" Steve asked, beaming up at his boyfriend.

Bucky nodded his confirmation as he admitted, "Been wanting to tell you for months."

"Then why didn't you?" Steve curiously wondered.

Bucky shrugged, "Didn't want you to feel like a rebound, or something."

"God, I love you," Steve said just a little louder as his mouth stretched into a genuine grin. Tilting his head back to kiss Bucky once more. Wondering how he ever got this lucky. Especially when Bucky carefully pulled out of him and helped clean them up.

Clean, they settled into the king size bed. Steve pulled Bucky against his chest and kissed the back of his neck. Not realizing how much weight had been lifted off his chest at the confession until it was no longer there. Freely cuddling his boyfriend until they both fell asleep.

Just before Steve completely dozed off, he heard Bucky say, "Love you, Stevie," while he laced their fingers together.

With every fiber of his being, Steve knew -- not for the first time -- that Bucky was the one.

#begin again #the one #bonus #stucky #steve rogers #bucky barnes #steve rogers x bucky barnes #marvel #fanfic #wattpad #ao3 #modern au #wedding #fluff #smut #the end

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rowanartist · 4 years

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Fan fiction quotes 2019:

"with great foods, came great emotional baggage"[X]extra funny since I just saw Into the Spiderverse

"Just get together every couple of weeks, without Stark, and you guys can pass Steve around like a bong."[ch2]whaat? And chapter three is a dirty parody - worth a read for the humor of it

"he just hopes Tony has the sense God gave concussed baby sheep "[X]interesting phrase

"“Science,” Jane says, drawing his face to hers, “Does not require pants "[X]fun series of short fics

"Never something so hot; not like a flame is hot, but the strength of something bathed in summer sun. "[X]interesting view on attraction

"(He'd been sketching when he thought that through; now there's a page that has a little cartoon of himself, ducking, with the caption "the spoons are attacking!" although he'd ended up finishing his latte before he actually drew any flying spoons.) "[X]Steve upon learning about spoon theory

"Can you think of anything that symbolizes the eighties better than David Bowie’s crotch in tights? "[X]giggle out loud! "You drink once if someone whines, if Sarah says something isn’t fair, or if we get a shot of Bowie’s crotch. "[Same]comment

"“Like you’re going to vibrate out of your skin?” Natasha finished for him, understanding. Sometimes, after what they’d been through, it was hard just to be in your body. Easier to dissociate, to let whatever was going to happen happen while the part of you that was you floated far away. Natasha had been there before, and she knew James went there sometimes. "[X]ponder?

"They’re each wrapped up in their own blanket burrito, lying side by side in the dark, sharing one pillow. "[X]dual blanket burritos

"For most of his life he learned the safest option was to repress his emotional responses as much as possible, and over time he forgot how to access them when he actually needed to. "[X]relatable to a small degree

"Nothing too special but I’m pretty much Michael Bay’s wet dream "[X]to describe bakugo lol

"Most people," Midoriya continued gently, "don't need to be told they have a crush by the person that they have the crush on."[X]my boyfriend can relate to Midoriya here...

"about how if Midoriya could go this long talking without breathing in any new air, he'd probably be really good at kissing. "[same]lol

"God, fuck off. You look so freshly screwed that it hurts me. "[X]Bakugo ;p

"After all, shodō is one of Shouto’s hobbies. For Midoriya’s birthday last year, he made a beautiful poster of UA’s motto that is now displayed prominently above Midoriya’s bed. "[X]draw? If i can? "Please don’t use your All Might voice when we’re making plans to have sex. "[Same]lol

"He’d known for a while that his boyfriend internalizes, that he still struggles with a lot of insecurities and periodic depression from his years around his dad "[X]comment

"Shouto you’re worth more than anything. And you deserve happiness. I don’t care what micro-dick has said to you in the past or any shit he spews out of the mouth that’s somehow more obnoxious than Present Mic "[same]dam it Endeavor :/ "You’re a dork,” Izuku mutters in a break for breath. “Your dork,” Shouto says quietly "[Same]awww

"But if you ever forget your phone again I will use you as an advertisement balloon for a day, and that’s a promise."[X]lol

"First of all, I challenge you to find a dress that can fit that shoulders to waist ratio.” Shouto replied, matter-of-factly, pointing at Izuku’s entire body. “Secondly, you absolutely lack the manners to be a princess, you brute.” "[X]part of a series

"Another young woman that couldn’t be older than Shouto and Izuku looked up at the call. She had a round face and long, brown hair with little orange streaks every now and then collected in a braid. The red rimmed glasses she wore made her yellow eyes look bigger, behind the lenses. She lit up, when she saw them. "[X]need to try to draw

"You’d die of embarrassment— Either that, or Aizawa-sensei would kill you. And I kind of like you alive, thank you very much.” "[same]LOL

" is standing there in grey sweats and a loose Totoro hoodie he got him on one of their first dates "[X]draw

"It definitely didn’t help that Izuku stretched lazily, something akin to a cat just waking up from a nap, one of his legs stretching against the wall as the opposite arm reached towards Shouto with fingers spread wide-open. "[X]DRAW!

"What? They’re really short, all my boxers showed and it was weird. "[X]...

"Just because he isn’t as obvious about it, doesn’t mean Shouto isn’t beyond anxious too. "[X]comment

"He doesn’t treat Shouto like he is fragile, but he treats him like he is precious, and that is an important distinction"...."Something precious, however, doesn’t necessarily break easy, but it warrants the utmost care. It’s meant to be cherished. "[X]relationship advice

"One of the national dishes has no meat in it, but it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever tasted. I thought we were all going to die and T’Challa was going to succeed in eliminating us. Then I heard him yelling at the chef, saying none of us were used to Wakandan peppers.” "[X]https://archiveofourown.org/works/8688724/chapters/19918951#workskin

"All Tony was supposed to do was fix the alternator. Instead he built me a Jeep that tells me I have to initiate a proper launch sequence before I’m able to turn it on and drive.” "[Same]comment

"I’m sorry,” Midoriya retracts his hand, and Todoroki misses it instantly. “It’s not something I can fix, and that makes me sad. You don’t deserve to hear the things he tells you.” "[X]reread comment. Relatable to a degree personally

"But he has to admit the Docs greener side is awfully useful in a brawl; and his less menacing side has a wicked sense of humor, not to mention awfully good with a med kit. "[X]i like Bruce having a sense of humor

"That's what friends are for anyway, having your back when times are tough, and amusement for when times are peaceful. "[X]amusing

"Bucky didn't think he was being rude, but if Captain America said so, it must be true. "[Same]comment

"Steve’s always been a fan of cuddles, even if he doesn’t like to admit it, admit how much he needs that physical contact. "[X]I'm a fan of this concept

"Which in Steve-speak means that you’re feeling guilty as all hell over things you can’t control – again, mind you – and you can’t rest because you can’t shut your brain up.” "[Same]relate "There’s power in this act, Darcy thinks as she sucks and licks up and down his length. To be able to take someone apart with just her mouth and a few touches of her hands. Reduce them to tears or send them flying upwards into the heavens. And the knowledge that she wants to do this for him – for them – makes the feeling all the more potent. She doesn’t have to do this, but it’s her choice, and she wants to give this to them. "[Same]ponder more

"She may not come from it, but the closeness and the intimacy is far more important than any orgasm. "[X]remember

"He knows better, knows that Bakugou’s punches of greeting and movie nights at Yaoyorozu’s house with Mina, Hagakure, and Tsu, and that baking with Izuku are all love. That’s love, not the villain sat behind the desk. "[X]dark fic, author warns in notes. But this line is sweet

"Natasha Romanoff is a world-class spy, yes. But she’s also a potato chip thief who makes dumb jokes and uses emoticons (she had been very adamant that Steve learn the difference between emoticons and emojis), and Steve adores her for it. "[ch5]she's human

"Bucky flopped onto it rolling around like a dog on the soft surface, Natasha quietly responding by taking out her phone and videoing his nonsense. "[ch2]Mr. Kate style rug cuddle but solo

"“First of all, just because someone is good looking does not mean I should have sex with them. There are attractive serial killers Nat, do you want me to get murdered? Second of all, I don’t know him. Third of all, he’s not looking at me like I’m chicken wings, also Clint, seriously? Chicken wings?” "[same]lol, but I'm with you Bucky

"Even in just plain sweatpants, the American icon without a shirt was an image that would have anyone seeing stars and stripes, regardless of sexual orientation. "[X]:)

"Agent Bishop was hit with a biological weapon today that has a ninety-two per cent chance of ending in fatality within three days unless proper care is administered to disperse the chemical compound through natural methods. Meaning, in the case of humans, sexual release. As in, orgasming."[X]a legalese description of "sex pollen" ...

"Do the horizontal contra dance, yes," Darcy answered. "Well kind of, I mean there's only three of us and a contra dance is four to a group, but tango is just for two and I had to think of something fast. Come on, Stevie, this isn't the first time we've hooked up. "[X]lol

"He wanted something just for him again, even though he felt like a selfish asshole for even thinking it. So he would do whatever he could to chase after that feeling. Even if it was stupid. Even if it was silly. "[ch2]advice, remember "Tony must never read these, Steve thought. Bucky’s arm would never be safe. "[ch3]Steve Discovers FanFiction "Steve stayed focused on the screen, sticking out his tongue a little while he concentrated. It was unfairly adorable. "[ch4]Jarvis knows how to motivate Steve: a Bucky themed typing game "Good things would happen. Funny, clever jokes would be told. Sexy adventures were always available, no matter what was happening in the real world. "[X]relatable "There was even a page of ‘Bucky Approved Sex Words and Phrases’. The name alone never failed to make Steve smile "[ch7]lol "He wasn’t really writing this stuff for the money anyways; mostly he just wanted to see that other people liked and enjoyed what he was doing. "[Same]relatable: my redbubble rowan-artist

"Darcy’s eyes widened. “Oh god, I just imagined you naked, dusted in gold, on a satin-sheeted bed. My mind is a dangerous place.” “Hey, there’s always Halloween.” "[ch6]you being Steve

"Jane was rapidly nearing the angry-bear stage of sleep deprivation (there were seven levels on the Dr. Jane Foster Sleep Deprivation chart; angry bear was number five, between 'genius-level insane productivity' and 'sugar high five-year old'), "[X]also Dean Fury ... "Then you come to me, we'll kill a bottle of Jameson and make Thor carry our drunk asses home while we sing Les Mis horribly off-key," "[same]amusing

"This is why you should always read end-user agreements on friendships. "[X]not the fic but the start notes, lol. Also, Maria's entry is adorable, and Pepper potts!! "(“So what you’re telling me is you spent a week building a glorified roomba,” Rhodey says the first time he sees it, and Tony lets out an undignified huff and makes JUNK-E destroy and clean a grand piano.) "[Same]hahha

"And it’s better to be an asset, which at least sounds like something you value, than a glorified action figure. "[ch3]comment "Steve’s friendship is stronger than even Steve’s shield, and protects them both just as much "[Same ch9]awww

"Bucky actually is, but she knows well enough not to ask. Instead, she has started braiding flowers into Natasha's hair while the other girl of the group is busy making a flower crown for Thor. This is what it must be like to have real friends, Bucky thinks, lounging in his camping chair, trying to eat with one hand while Steve is holding his arm, drawing on the inside of his forearm with a black pen. "[ch2]flower crowns "I heard a lot of things I kind of projected on myself. It's probably stupid, but… it's always crazy to hear things that apply to oneself somehow." "It's the magic of music. Sam once told me about the Mr. Brightside effect–" "[ch4]yes "Bruce is on his own so much that he probably doesn't even notice that he has friends "[ch5]relatable, high school me

"The most beautiful thing however was the wall right next to the bed-- while all the other walls were the same off-white color, this one sported stripes of different colors down. Blue, red, green, purple, black, another shade of lighter blue. In the middle of these stripes, the Avenger signs were painted by a meticulous hand; Cap’s shield, Tony’s arc reactor, Mew Mew, and so on-- Darcy didn’t notice she was crying into Mara started wailing in solidarity "[ch1]draw?

"He knows it, like Steve and Bucky know that Tony needs praises and affection, not commands. "[ch8]...

"She thanked Sif (a habit she had started lately, thanking the Asgardian warrior instead of some non-present God, because really, if there was a god she wanted to follow, it would totally be Sif) "[X]nice Darcy "Even if she wasn’t an Avenger per say, she got to be on the team, both super and nonsuper alike. "[ch2]awww

"Elizabeth is going to make coffee happen, and in Darcy’s eyes that makes her a goddess. "[X]comment "By the end, Steve had been right in the thick of it, using a frypan as a shield and hurling pasta like nobody’s business. "[same]comment "Agent Hill’s bad ass levels are through the roof, but put her in front of a powerpoint and the result is coma-inducing. "[Ch3]lol "JARVIS, my man, I need some fat beats up in here. Help a sister out?” "[ch3]comment

"She knew now that it was almost certainly to do with her personal level of comfort and how hard both Steve and Barnes had worked to make her feel good. "[middle chapter]comment

"A video clip of the Asgardian scientist Tadeas and Neil Degrasse Tyson singing a scientific ballad of their own composition was one of the most viewed Youtube videos of all time "[X]lol "He grabbed [a muffin] and shoved it into his mouth, belatedly peeling the paper off. "[Same]haha! :D "Darcy put a box of Sour Patch Kids on top, “Those are for Heimdall.” "[X]comment "“No. Damnit, Darcy. You’re stubborn. Of course you’re stubborn! Jesus Christ, I can’t even imagine what it must like to be in the same room as the two of you.” "[X]best friend sass "But Clint is a human with a bow on a team of superheroes. "[X]Darcy's favorite avenger and why Ch4 music note "Apparently Thor is back on Earth. He showed up in New York right after we left and basically deafened all of Brooklyn with his displeased shouting about his missing Shield Sister. So now everyone knows I’m gone and my disappearance is trending on Twitter as #MissingAsgardianPrincess. How is this my life?! I can’t even with this shit.” "[X]mild spoiler? HAHAHA "Try having a conversation with one of them [asgardians]-- 4 to 1 odds it turns into some sort of ballad recitation. "[X]...

"The next day, Izuku Midoriya delivered his eleven page elaborate essay on how ordering sex toys inspired him to be more honest with himself and his boyfriend about what he wanted in life and in bed. "[X]lol

"“Fire for stop, ice for slow, and smash for go.” "[X]comment

#fan fiction #fic rec #2019

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bruciewayne · 5 years

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nothing else matters

Steve had been stealing his clothes long before they moved in together, hell, long before they were even dating. But he can’t ever remember his baby ever wearing his hoodie.

fluff, smut, 1890 words

[ao3]

Bucky had just come back from a long day at the university, Clint had already put up the horrific combination of Halloween and Christmas decorations that stay up in the office until at least January 14 (currently it smelled like pumpkin spice and cinnamon, there was precious little time until it would begin smelling like ‘Christmas’ and non of the heaters would work) and it was dark by the time he had locked the door of his and his boyfriend's apartment behind him and hung up his keys on the hook next to Steve’s. He let his bag fall to the floor, teeming with essays to mark; he loved teaching collage kids, lord knows they’re better than high-schoolers – no matter what age you were, high school was hell – but damn, they wrote a lot, and went to find Steve.

Bucky found him in the kitchen, at their table with papers upon papers with red, green and blue numbers and graphs and Steve’s horrendous chicken-scratch all over it in purple (his boyfriend was an artist by trade, there was no doubt about that, and he loved him, undeniably, but he couldn’t read it at a—

Steve was wearing his hoodie.

Bucky froze, half in the doorway, half in the kitchen. Half illuminated by the soft, yellow light, half shrouded in darkness.

“Hey Baby.”

“Oh hey Buck,” Steve turned around and fuck he was wearing his glasses. Bucky knew that he hated them, Steve said that they made him look ‘nerdy’ and that ‘no one would trust a half-blind tattoo artist’ but Bucky thought they looked downright adorable.

“Watcha’ doin’,” he asked, falling into his accent more, smirking little when Steve’s eyes widened.

He closed his eyes, trying to keep himself under control because they’ve been together for six years dammit, Bucky’s fucking voice should not have that much of an affect on him anymore but fuck it still does.

However, Steve knew how to play to his strengths. Bucky had a huge possessive kink (he wasn’t sure if he was aware of it or not, but it was definitely there).

Steve shrugged his shoulders, seemingly nonchalantly, making sure the hoodie – Bucky’s hoodie – slipped a little, exposing part of his collar bone and neck, showing off a faint purple hickey from two nights ago and the chain of Bucky’s dog tags.

“Finances,” he said, finally, standing up and twisting the rest of his body around to face Bucky. He lifted his arms up, asking a silent question. Bucky immediately complied, stepping forwards in two long strides and wrapping his boyfriend up in his arms.

“Love you,” Steve murmured into Bucky’s shirt. Bucky smiled into his hair, “I love ya too, Stevie.”

Steve pulled back slightly to stand on his tiptoes and kissed Bucky. Home, finally.

The kiss turned frantic, dirty and hot quickly. Bucky swiped his tongue across Steve’s bottom lip, asking for permission, which he was immediately granted, Steve opened his mouth more for Bucky’s tongue to lick and prod every inch of it.

Steve groaned when they pulled back for air. He looked utterly wrecked; his hair was a mess, his glasses were askew, his lips were red, shiny and spit-slicked and his pupils were blown wide. All from a kiss.

“Fuck, Stevie, you look so good,” Bucky said, tilting his head to trail kisses down Steve’s neck, biting and licking at the old mark, “in my hoodie, those fucking glasses, marked by me, wearin’ my tags.” Steve tilted his head back to give Bucky more access, he bit harshly at a new spot on his collar bone making Steve gasp “Buck…”, he licked at the spot and kissed it softly, smirking at the bruise already forming.

Bucky pulled Steve up and kissed him again thoroughly, taking and taking and taking, swallowing every little gasp and moan he made, “Want you, Buck.” Bucky slid his hands lower until he reached Steve’s perfect ass, he kneaded it between his fingers, pulling a groan from both of them.

Suddenly, Bucky picked Steve up, his hands securely on is ass and Steve’s legs wrapped tightly around his waist, his arms around Bucky’s neck. He carried him to their bedroom with minimal bumping (they were never gonna get that deposit back on their apartment), he flicked the light on and dropped Steve on his back on their bed, “I want to fuck you, Stevie,” Bucky said, his voice borderline growling, “Baby, I’m all yours,” Steve said breathlessly, “all yours.”

Their hands were frantic, running up and down backs, arms, biceps, hair. Their clothes were coming off, fast, jeans, shirt, undershirt, but when Steve reached to pull off the hoodie he was wearing, Bucky stopped him, “I want to fuck you in it,” Steve moaned at that, “Then get on with it,” Bucky bit his shoulder, “Bossy,” Steve looked up at him through hooded eyes, his pupils dilated so much, his irises were mere blue slivers and gasped when Bucky bit his shoulder again and licked at the mark.

Steve ground up against Bucky, their erections, trapped in their boxers, rubbing together, making both of them groan. “These,” Steve said, “off,” Bucky immediately complied, pulling back to tug his underwear off and lifting Steve’s hips to pull his off as well.

They stopped, staring into each other’s eyes for a beat, before Steve rolled them over, managing to do it more by surprise than actual strength, so he ended up on top. He began kissing and licking and biting down Bucky’s muscled torso, leaving a wet trail of bruises, reaching his cock and stretching his lips around the tip. Bucky let out a shout and slipped his hands into Steve’s hair, pulling a little, making Steve moan around his cock, sending vibrations up his spine, “Fuck, Stevie.”

Steve made it all the way to the base of Bucky’s cock, his nose hitting his stomach, when he pulled off, making Bucky groan, he said, “Buck, can I ride you,” “Fuck, Stevie, baby, yeah,” he pulled him up for a fierce kiss, biting his lip, almost drawing blood, making Steve moan, loudly, barely muffled by Bucky’s lips.

Without breaking their kiss, Bucky reached blindly for the lube of their night stand, knocking over something in the process (he didn’t really care right now). He manoeuvred them so he was sitting up against the headboard with his legs spread slightly and Steve was sitting on his thighs, his legs straddling Bucky’s waist.

Bucky opened up their bottle of lube, one handed, with a click and slicked up one finger, trailing his hand down to Steve’s crack, he teased his hole. Steve let out a high-pitched moan and arched his back, trying to grind down on his finger. “Bucky,” he whined, “I will, baby, I will,” Bucky reassured him, kissing him softly, pulling away when Steve tried to make it deeper and dirtier. He kissed him on the cheek, then, pushed his finger in slowly, first, second, third knuckle in and pumped it in and out of Steve.

Steve let out a loud moan, “More, Buck, please,” he begged, Bucky complied, sliding a second finger in with the first, scissoring and bending them then—

“FUCK, Bucky,” Steve yelled when Bucky grazed his prostate, moving his hips to try and get Bucky to move faster and harder. Steve was almost constant noise, most of it coherent strings of ‘fuck’ ‘Bucky’ ‘more’ and ‘harder’, some of just moans, god he was beautiful.

When Bucky added a third, lubed finger, to make sure he was thoroughly stretched, Steve closed his eyes and tried to ride his hand, Bucky stilled him, “Ah, Stevie, you’re so fucking desperate, baby, tryna’ ride my hand, can’t wait for my cock, can ya, sugar,” Steve let out a sound, half moan, half Bucky’s name, at Bucky’s words and that fucking accent.

He gasped at the loss, his hole clenching around nothing when Bucky took his hand out to lube his cock, he moaned at the friction and at the bruising kisses Steve was biting and liking down his neck, unable to keep his hands (and lips) off him.

Bucky held onto Steve’s hips and helped him kneel up, his hole hovering above his cock. Steve held onto Bucky’s shoulders, both of them groaning in tandem, as he lowered himself down, until Steve was fully seated on Bucky’s cock.

The only sound in the room for a few seconds was their breathing, in time. They kissed, sweetly, and then Steve began to rock up and down slowly on Bucky’s cock, pulling deep, low groans from him.

He built up speed until he was bouncing up and down, his thighs tensing and his hole clenching, his sweaty hair flopping all over the place. He was constant noise, all of it an incoherent mess of curses and moans and whines and Bucky.

Bucky wasn’t doing any better than Steve, he was quieter than him but he was still constant noise, little huffs and groaned and an innumerable amount of pet names and nicknames for Steve.

Bucky rolled them over when he noticed Steve slowing down a little, his breath coming faster, so he was on top, Steve was on his back, boxed in by Bucky’s arms, folded in fucking half as Bucky pounded into him relentlessly, hitting his prostate with every thrust.

Steve was overwhelmed by Bucky, he was wearing his hoodie, he was on top of him, boxed in, Bucky in him.

“Buck, Bucky, ah, I’m cl-cl-fuck-close,”

“I know, baby, oh fuck you’re so tight sugar, oh fuck, I know,”

“Bucky!—

“Fuck, Stevie, baby!”

They both came, Steve a loud, incoherent mess of Bucky-Bucky-Bucky all over Bucky and his hoodie and Bucky inside of Steve, filling him up.

Bucky collapsed half on top of Steve, not completely as to not crush him, half twisted in the sheets. “I love you, baby, I love you,” Bucky panted, pulling out of Steve, watching his come trickle out of his puffy hole, down his thighs. “I love you too, Bucky, so goddamn much,” Steve replied, winding a hand through his hair, wrapping it around his fingers.

They stayed like that for a while, time meaningless to them, then Steve wriggled around, sitting up and leaning against the headboard. “You’re possessive kink is hot, Buck, but I’m hot in this,” Steve said, answering Bucky’s questioning look, “I know you’re hot in’it, baby, tha’s why I ask’d you ta’ keep it sugar,” Bucky laughed, slurring his words a little, not even attempting to dodge the hoodie sleeve Steve slapped his way.

“Shut up, Buck,” he said, still smiling, throwing the hoodie somewhere onto the floor, on top of Bucky’s shirt, smearing come onto the shirt, welp, Bucky thought, he wasn’t wearing that shirt to work again.

Bucky tugged Steve back down, wrapping his arm around his waist and kissing his forehead when Steve cuddled into his chest.

Steve was the very personification of the rain cloud emoji, on many days and to many people, but he was always, always, cuddly and soft after sex, and Bucky loved it, he loved him so fucking much it hurt sometimes. He knew he was making ‘heart-eyes’ (as Clint was ever-so-fond of saying) down at him but he could’ve bring himself to care, because, when Steve smiled up at him, mirroring his ‘heart-eyes’, nothing else mattered.

#fluff #stucky #steve rogers #bucky barnes #smut #fanfiction

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smartchicken · 6 years

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Hi I show up every time you post which is haha, so funny, but I just wanna know if you've figured out that I'm a desperate bitch yet and if not, I'm a desperate bitch and I like your stuff. You're cool (also what're your thoughts on a road trip AU featuring young!Tony with a lot of trauma under his belt alongside honourably discharged Bucky who's forgotten how to live but they meet in the middle and it becomes a little easier to breathe)

-chokes-Oh manFirst off, i really would like to encourage people to just randomly describe themselves in my inbox.SECOND this is the first time I've replied to an ask with the mobile app and i don't understand why it's not automatically double spaced, it's really fucking with me, but I'm about as likely to do something about it as i am to tell my phone to auto-capitalize "i". I just Don't CareTHIRDLYROADTRIPokay first off I've had a very few good roadtrips and only one was "Long" (~18 hours) BUT i have great stories from those and now i am picturing not only a young Tony maybe on the run or just trying not to be home, and poor Bucky who got an honorable discharge but got fucked over because that's the American way, but all the avengers because the best roadtrip is when there's two cars and by about halfway through you're straight up enemiesSo like, car 1: Rhodey, Nat, Pepper, Bucky, and Tony. Car 2: Steve, Clint, Phil, and Sam. Because those are who i currently feel like giving a fuck about. Car 1 starts with a disadvantage because 5 people in one car always sucks but like, ride or die bitchesSo I'm sort of imagining this as BlackPepper combining their friendgroups in a fucking into the fire way like sink or swim love each other or else. Because it's that or awkward lunches for six months and they clearly don't have the time for that. I assume there is plotting going on because we all know it plotting redheads, but they probably lost control of the situation at one point because roadtripLike I'm imagining a college au so get in that mindset. I feel like Pepper immediately put her foot down about Tony, who's the only teenager there even though he acts like an old man. Pepper is just like okay Tony HAS to be with me or Rhodey at all times or I'll fuck everyone up Nat i stg i will kill your friends to death if they look strongly at my precious baby and Nat looks a this stubborn little asshole who is at once fearless and terrified and she's like, fair enoughBut Bucky, right? I know I'm a Tony fangirl but I'm not forgetting about Bucky. Cause Bucky went into the army at 18 and he came back three years later a different person. Steve didn't go with because a) he's a twiggy artist and b) Sarah would have murdered him after she destroyed the entire us military tbh. Bucky's a freshman, the only one in the group even though he's older than most of them. He's been back for like 6 months now and probably shouldn't even be dealing with college life but he's Bucky and lbr he's not gonna cut himself any slack. But by golly his friends love him and will absolutely fight everyone for him, even himself. So while Pepper's like "protect my son" Nat is like okay let's try to make sure Bucky's with Steve because they're kinda codependent but we're letting that happen for now because we have bigger fish to fry, but on the dl because currently Bucky won't admit to any issues under penalty of death.So day of the roadtrip. I dunno where they're going probably tourist shit they're just like get in the car we'll head for such and such and go from there. My only frame of reference here is Florida so I'm picturing them having to drive at least five hours before they have any reason to stop.Oh! Yes so first stop is gonna be a spring or river or some sort of water shitSoGetting ready to go is Hell they have to fit enough shit for nine people into two regular sized trunks. So they've gotta clean literally everything but the spare tire outta those("Fuck it, leave the tire," Clint suggests. He's packed all of a backpack and, incomprehensibly, his bow with three arrows and he's absolutely going to reek in about two days and probably didn't bring any shampoo or a toothbrush. It's probably like, a t-shirt, some boxers, and swim trunks. He'll wear the same shorts for a month he doesn't care. "If we get stuck on the side of tree road, I'll feed you to buzzards for sport," Pepper says pleasantly. She knows him a little better than most of Nat's friends because her and Clint half live together. They get along fine but Pepper progressed to threats much quicker than Clint is comfortable with. He thought about telling her it was hot but decided he liked his balls intact. "Just shove over the duffle," Bucky said. Tony's being quiet but he's got a toolkit packed in case anything goes wrong; there'll be no stuck-on-the-roadside on his watch. )So they get the trunks sorted and there's a couple bags in the backseats but it's good enough. Then Phil shows up (when did he leave???) and stuffs some blankets and pillows into both cars. "My family likes roadtrips," he says. His eyes are dead. Phil is not including himself in his family here. Phil tried to beg off but Pepper couldn't get Happy and Nat couldn't get Scott etc etc for various missing people and Phil agrees to come because, ultimately, these socially-challenged morons need a voice of reason and that's not Pepper or Nat OR Sam, no matter what they think(The truth is they're all reckless idiots and Phil's no exception but combined they can keep each other safe-ish or at least get in trouble together)((Tony didn't want to come either but more because he doesn't want to get underfoot. But Rhodey and Pepper made the mistake of trusting his "I'm fine" and leaving him alone for a few weeks at school exactly once. Pepper had hugged him and said "Pretty please?" and Tony's no good at turning down requests, especially from his few, beloved friends))(((Nat took a different approach with Bucky, who didn't want to come either. "If you don't come Steve won't come and then you'll have to say at Steve and Sam's wedding that it was delayed all because you skipped out on the best roadtrip ever.""It is going to be awful," Bucky said. Nat gave a particularly Russian shrug. Bucky sighed and gave in. He didn't exactly wanna spend a week in the dorms alone anyway.)))And then they really just wanna get going what the fuck guys it's already evening should we just wait til morning no fucking way shut your mouth we're going n o wPepper and Nat manage to be together, and they manage to pay Tony and Bucky special attention, as intended. But uh. Oops?It's Rhodey driving with Pepperi the passenger seat, mostly out of habit; they've done short road trips a lot at this point and it's always Rhodey driving to start, Pepper up front so Tony can nap in the backBut uhTony's in the middle in the back, with a pillow and a tablet in his lap. He's putting on a good show of being Totally Fine, but he's clearly tense. Bucky's smooshed against the door as much ash can, broadcasting discomfort like a cat in the rain. Nat leans against the door too, trying to be considerate, but Pepper starts texting her urgently( TOUCH HIM!!!!!hes so tense wtfNat I love you trust me and touch him a littleAnd Nat shifts over just a bit, so her legs are against Tony's, and for a second he freezes, and then he finally loses some of that tensionTOUCH STARVED?????? Nat texts Pepper, alarmed for this kid.His dad sucks, is Pepper's take, and Nat scowls and gets comfortable, pointedly touching Tony without pushing into his space.)MEANWHILE Phil is the odd man out but he's driving so it kinda works. Clint's in the passenger seat because Clint is a no good dirty cheater, and also has very stern, specific instructions from Nat. Steve and Sam are the most comfortable of the entire group, and within an hour they've got their feet a little tangled, not cuddling but not-not cuddling, and Steve's dosing a little cause he took a motion sickness thing and it always makes him a little sleepy"So Pepper seems terrifying," Clint says to Phil as an opener. They probably should've hung out at least a little before this because Pepper and Nat are the only things he can think of to talk about (and maybe it's not helping that Phil is weirdly hot and serious and he's seen him smile a couple times and he's trying to figure out how to see it up close but it turns out it's not hard cause right away Phil grins and chuckles a little and Clint thinks he's maybe having a heart attack)"So does Natasha. Or is it just Nat?""Sometimes it's Natalia," Clint says automatically, which isn't very helpful. "Uh. What are you studying?" Which is stupid and cliche but Phil manages to turn it into an actual conversation and in the backseat Sam's texting the whole thing to Bucky, who keeps sending back strings of emojis that aren't always sensible but like, Sam totally gets it. And then Sam gets a text of the top of a head of messy dark brown curls and a string of panicking emojis. There's a suspicious blushing emoji in there though and Sam snickers to himself. Steve wakes up with a little "hm?" which is too cute for words so Sam just passes him the phoneTony started off working on his tablet but he hasn't slept in...a while and he's been stressing about this but now he's in Rhodey's familiar car and Pepper's got classic rock going kinda quiet and Nat snuck her toes under his leg and he fights it for a while, but eventually he slumps over, and he doesn't even notice himself sliding towards the warmth that smells like machine oil and leather. Tony looks small and sweet and quiet and Bucky likes to watch him sometimes, when he can, even though he feels like a creep. It's just that Tony seems so alive in a way that Bucky can't really capture. Like he's so tired but so full of life and fire and maybe that's optimism he's not sure but he thinks it might be. Everyone always seems tired on campus, or young and stupid, or just so unrelatable. And it's not that he can relate to Tony so much as he wishes he could. Like watching the moon in the surface of a lake and being afraid of the ripples. Bucky slowly relaxes, lulled into it by Tony's quiet breathing, and Nat gives him a very obvious thumbs up, with a certain look in her eyes, and he catches Rhodey's eye in the rearview mirror, so he slides down a little, slowand quiet, tucks an arm around Tony and lets himself relax, puts down three phone and stares out the windowThey stop at an all-night walmart when Clint suddenly realizes they don't have SUPPLIESWATER SUPPLIES!!!Bucky and Tony go in, with Clint and Phil, to get Supplies, while everyone else stretches their legs or texts demands for snacks.They grab a bunch of stuff, everything that looks even mildly amusing, Tony sleep-fuzzy and relaxed from it, and in line him and Clint attack each other with pool noodles, earning a few glares from other shoppers, but they're laughing too!much to care. There's not really room in the cars for everything but they make it work and they're all wide awake then, everyone chattering for the last two hours before they realize they should've arrived by now and then Rhodey stops (he was the one leading) and there's dogs barking and they're in a trailer park andPhil calls him just to ask, "What the fuck Rhodes."They all get out their phones and they're yelling directions at Rhodey and they're lucky he loves them because seriously they deserve death at this point. They pull up to the park at 5am when they should've been there at, oh, 1 or so no one's sure how they got so turned around but they made it yaaayAnd then "Fuck," Pepper says. "Tents."And that's where I'm leaving this for now cause I'm tired of typing on mobile but tbh i wanna write a college roadtrip now. I'm just imagining a lot of cuddles at this point everyone gets maximum hugs plz. Also i can't tag this??? So thanks mobile

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0n-y0ur-left · 7 years

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@machine-dove sent me a message yelling about my tags on this post and said I had to write the ficlet.

I’m always a slut for prompts, so...

The thing was, Steve would swear in the years that followed, he really felt like him and Bucky had been dancing around this for months. They’d been best friends for years, for as far back as either of them could remember, but after the weirdness that had been middle school there’d been a charge there, a spark of something humming beneath the surface of their interactions that both excited and scared the hell out of them.

Or out of Steve, anyway. He’d finally gotten the nerve to admit - to himself and his friends and loved ones - that he had a thing for both girls and guys at the start of eleventh grade, and while he didn’t have dates of either sex lining up to ask him out, it had at least cleared the air between him and Bucky. And when Buck had broken up with his last girl of the month, four months ago (not that Steve was keeping track), and they’d started constantly hanging out together again, like old times… well, there was a nasty little voice in Steve’s head that couldn’t help reading more into it.

Especially when Bucky insisted sharing milk shakes when they went out after school, or popcorn when they went to the movies, or letting Steve borrow his Varsity jacket when he accidentally/on purpose forgot to bring his own coat to the Homecoming game they’d gone stag to. There was definitely something there, something more than Steve had ever dreamed of hoping for - but while one mean side of him liked to point out the possibility of his best friend becoming something even more, the other, meaner side always shut him down: making sure to remind Steve as harshly as possible just how delusional he was being.

Because Bucky, even if he was single, had never once expressed an interest in being with other guys. And even if he had, Buck was so far out of Steve’s league that it wasn’t funny. He was smart - honor council this year, top of their class since he’d first transferred to Brooklyn in elementary school - he was on student council, starting pitcher for the varsity baseball team as a sophomore, a key player in every drama production Washington High had put on since he’d started there. People were tripping over the opportunity to hang out with Bucky Barnes, never mind the chance to date him. And Steve… Steve was just Steve. Scrawny asthmatic with a chip on his shoulder, painfully average student and GSA representative. He was a decent artist when people took the time to actually look at his work, and Bucky swore up and down that he was funny as hell, but for the most part Steve knew that the only reason he wasn’t regularly getting shoved in lockers anymore was because he was most famous for being Bucky Barnes’ best friend.

Steve was an idiot for even imagining that he had a chance with someone as perfect as Bucky, but he wasn’t so stupid that he’d go and risk something as important as their friendship by asking him out.

Besides, they hung out so often that Steve felt he could pretty safely pretend they were dating. In the deepest, darkest corners of his mind. And if ninety-nine percent of his schmoopy fan art of late was based on an AU of Clark Kent and Bruce Wayne as dorky high school boyfriends that maybe bore a little bit of a resemblance to the dumb shit that the two of them did together? Well… no one needed to know.

It got more hits to his blog, at least.

That said, there were still nights when Steve’s stupid brain couldn’t help but wish. So when Bucky had sent his text on the Sunday before the MLK Holiday, when Steve was already pouting about the fact that he couldn’t join him in their volunteer plans because his stupid head had decided to come down with a stupid cold, well… Steve couldn’t help feeling a little reckless.

Text from Bucky Received 09:32 PM

What do you wear to bed?

Steve had been staring at it for a solid thirty seconds, blinking and trying to convince himself that it really wasn’t the Nyquil that he’d taken earlier - that Bucky really was asking him that question.

He had to know how suggestive it was. Steve had watched Bucky charm girls since they were in elementary school… he knew how to flirt, he knew how people took his words. Which meant - he had to be flirting with Steve. It wasn’t completely out of the blue, not really, but it still left Steve such a squirmy mess that he actually had to abandon his tablet on his desk and fall back onto his mattress to read it again.

Bucky had stayed over enough times over the years to know damned well that Steve usually just slept in whatever outsized summer camp t-shirt was cleanest in his drawer and either a pair of old boxers or ratty pajama pants; but he couldn’t very well say that. Not in response to his first sext.

He bit the hell out of his lip, dismissing the thought as fast as he could, before finally forcing his fingers to type out an answer.

Text to Bucky Sent 9:34 PM

depends on the weather

if its summer just a black jock or smth ;)

He held his breath as the ellipses bubble appeared on Bucky’s side of the screen, rereading his response obsessively. Best case scenario: Bucky really was flirting with him, and they could get it out of their systems the easy way… break the ice on a text screen, then make out like fiends in person the next time they hung out together. Worst case scenario: Bucky would ask him what the fuck he was talking about and Steve would laugh it off as a joke.

He was golden.

He was really, really fucking hoping for the former - although as Bucky continued typing he couldn’t help but start panicking.

Text from Bucky Received 9:35 PM

k but what about like in the winter

do u wear warm pajamas?

What the fuck?

Steve actually started to type as much, but the rest of Bucky’s responses came in a flurry of messages.

Text from Bucky Received 9:35 PM

my mom is making me throw out my old superman pajamas and i kno theyre about ur size

i swear theyre not gross or anything

ill wash them before

if u want them

i just know u like superman and its dumb to throw them away

Steve finished reading the texts, dropped the phone onto his comforter, and covered his face in his hands because - oh God. It was so painfully cute, so painfully Buck that he couldn’t help giggling, and immediately picked the phone back up to read the exchange again.

Before he could talk himself out of it, he took a screenshot and hit the share icon for his Tumblr account. After a second’s debate he added the hashtag #Ur fav would NEVEr #This boy and posted it.

He rolled onto his side, staring at the screenshot and grinning like a crazy person… and then succumbed to the cold meds, finally.

Steve woke up coughing a short while later, blinking in confusion before realizing that he’d definitely fell asleep on top of his covers, with his damned contacts still in. He reluctantly moved to the bathroom to pop them out (his eyes were already a sticky, awful mess, so leaving them in absolutely wasn’t worth how he’d feel in the morning), then stumbled back to his bed, groaning when he noticed the time on his alarm clock.

He face-planted back into his pillow, only to bash his nose against the cold, hard surface of his phone. With a curse he moved the damned thing to his nightstand - then remembered how he’d fell asleep in the first place. He knocked three books on the floor feeling for his glasses on the nightstand, but finally got them on his nose and pulled his phone screen close to his face, blinking in surprise when he saw his Tumblr app notifications.

With a little red bubble that read 1,000+ next to it.

Steve opened the app with shaking fingers, only to laugh out loud when he realized which post it was that had blown up. He hadn’t imagined the interchange with Bucky, and apparently the entire damned internet was every bit as charmed as he’d felt. A quick scroll through his inbox confirmed that at least fifty people thought they should get married.

Which… was probably jumping the gun, but was something that Steve couldn’t help preening over, just a little.

Text to Bucky sent 06:03 AM

I PUT THIS CONVO ON THE INTERNET

If nothing else, Buck would get a good laugh out of it in the morning, Steve figured with a giggle.

A giggle that stopped as soon as the blue check mark appeared next to Bucky’s name.

Text from Bucky received 06:03 AM

hmmmmm?

Steve - had definitely not expected Buck to be up yet, but he could hardly abandon the conversation now.

Text to Bucky sent 06:04 AM

I put this on tumblr. U should see the responses!

It vaguely occurred to Steve that he probably should have asked for permission ahead of time, but it was Bucky. And it wasn’t as if he’d said anything terrible - if anything, Steve came out looking like the pervy idiot.

Besides, none of their classmates would guess that this random Bucky on the internet was their Bucky: no one outside of their immediate friend group knew that Buck was such a dork, or would believe it in the first place.

Text from Bucky received 06:04 AM

is that ur art site?

Steve hid his grin behind his hand. His art site. Please…

Text to Bucky sent 06:04 AM

yeah sort of. i post on it sometimes

it got huge responses!

more than any drawings :P

PS how old r these pjs? if they r gonna fit me? XD

Text from Bucky received 06:04 AM

shit

Steve’s heart sank in his chest as the ellipse button appeared immediately under Bucky’s response. He was in the middle of stumbling out of bed to retrieve his laptop to delete the damned thing when his phone chimed again.

Text from Bucky received 06:05 AM

i lied to millions of ppl on the internet

my mom isnt making me throw my pajamas out

i saw them at target

Steve was about to laugh and make a snarky reply about the ‘millions’ part (he had a grand total of five hundred twenty-three people following his crappy fan art blog, but Bucky always was one for dramatics) but the rest of Bucky’s rant stopped him cold.

Text from Bucky received 06:05 AM

they were on sale tho

i know we already did xmas presents

they just made me think of u

Steve’s smile was so wide his face ached. The ellipses kept coming.

Text from Bucky received 06:06 AM

no they werent

they werent on sale

thats another lie

sorry tumbler

can they see this now???

Steve was dying. Bucky was going to actually kill him with adorableness, and he didn’t even seem to realize it. After smothering a squeal in his pillow Steve got his shit together and started typing back.

Text to Bucky sent 06:06AM

nope! no worries ;)

He gnawed viciously on his bottom lip as he typed up his follow up, started to delete it twice, then finally manned up and hit send.

Steve was a lot of things, but he sure as hell hoped he wouldn’t ever be called a coward.

Text to Bucky sent 06:07 AM

i got about 50 message overnight tho

they all say i’ve gotta marry you XD

The emoticon, Steve decided when he saw the blue checkmark beneath it, was a nice touch. If Buck freaked out now, he could just laugh the whole thing off as a joke.

(he wasn’t laughing while the ellipse bubble flashed next to Bucky’s name ten billion times in the next two minutes)

Text from Bucky sent 06:08 AM

we should prob start with coffee first

if ur feeling better i can pick u up tuesday?

is seven okay?

Steve stared at his phone for a solid thirty seconds, gaping in shock, before pressing the call button next to Bucky’s name with shaking fingers. Seven was perfect, but he could hardly trust himself to type as much.

#stucky au #prompt ficlet #stucky fic #steve x bucky #machine-dove #inspired by tumblr #have some fluff #high school au

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nothing else matters

skinny!punk!tattoo artist! steve, atstrophysics professor!veteran!bucky

fluff and smut, stand-alone, 1.8k, explicit

Steve had been stealing his clothes long before they moved in together, hell, long before they were even dating.

But he can’t remember his baby ever wearing his hoodie.

read on ao3

Steve was wearing his hoodie.

Bucky froze, half in the doorway, half in the kitchen. Half illuminated by the soft, yellow light, half shrouded in darkness.

“Hey Baby.”

“Watcha’ doin’,” he asked, falling into his accent more, smirking little when Steve’s eyes widened.

He closed his eyes, trying to keep himself under control because they’ve been together for four years dammit, Bucky’s fucking voice should not have that much of an affect on him anymore but fuck it still does.

However, Steve knew how to play to his strengths. Bucky had a huge possessive kink (he wasn’t sure if he was aware of it or not, but it was definitely there).

“Love you,” Steve murmured into Bucky’s shirt. Bucky smiled into his hair, “I love ya too, Stevie.”

Steve pulled back slightly to stand on his tiptoes and kissed Bucky. Home, finally.

Steve tilted his head back to give Bucky more access, he bit harshly at a new spot on his collar bone making Steve gasp “Buck…”, he licked at the spot and kissed it softly, smirking at the bruise already forming.

Suddenly, Bucky picked Steve up, his hands securely on is ass and Steve’s legs wrapped tightly around his waist, his arms around Bucky’s neck.

He carried him to their bedroom with minimal bumping (they were never gonna get that deposit back on their apartment), he flicked the light on and dropped Steve on his back on their bed, “I want to fuck you, Stevie,” Bucky said, his voice borderline growling,

“Baby, I’m all yours,” Steve said breathlessly, “all yours.”

Steve moaned at that, “Then get on with it,”

Bucky bit his shoulder, “Bossy,”

Steve looked up at him through hooded eyes, his pupils dilated so much, his irises were mere blue slivers and gasped when Bucky bit his shoulder again and licked at the mark.

They stopped, staring into each other’s eyes for a beat, before Steve rolled them over, managing to do it more by surprise than actual strength, so he ended up on top.

He began kissing and licking and biting down Bucky’s muscled torso, leaving a wet trail of bruises, reaching his cock and stretching his lips around the tip.

Bucky let out a shout and slipped his hands into Steve’s hair, pulling a little, making Steve moan around his cock, sending vibrations up his spine, “Fuck, Stevie.”

Steve made it all the way to the base of Bucky’s cock, his nose hitting his stomach, when he pulled off, making Bucky groan, he said, “Buck, can I ride you,”

“Fuck, Stevie, baby, yeah,” he pulled him up for a fierce kiss, biting his lip, almost drawing blood, making Steve moan, loudly, barely muffled by Bucky’s lips.

“Bucky,” he whined,

“I will, baby, I will,” Bucky reassured him, kissing him softly, pulling away when Steve tried to make it deeper and dirtier. He kissed him on the cheek, then, pushed his finger in slowly, first, second, third knuckle in and pumped it in and out of Steve.

Steve let out a loud moan, “More, Buck, please,” he begged, Bucky complied, sliding a second finger in with the first, scissoring and bending them then—

Steve let out a sound, half moan, half Bucky’s name, at Bucky’s words and that fucking accent.

The only sound in the room for a few seconds was their breathing, in time. They kissed, sweetly, and then Steve began to rock up and down slowly on Bucky’s cock, pulling deep, low groans from him.

Bucky wasn’t doing any better than Steve, he was quieter than him but he was still constant noise, little huffs and groaned and an innumerable amount of pet names and nicknames for Steve.

Steve was overwhelmed by Bucky, he was wearing his hoodie, he was on top of him, boxed in, Bucky in him.

“Buck, Bucky, ah, I’m cl-cl-fuck-close,”

“I know, baby, oh fuck you’re so tight sugar, oh fuck, I know,”

“Bucky!—

“Fuck, Stevie, baby!”

They both came, Steve a loud, incoherent mess of Bucky-Bucky-Bucky all over Bucky and his hoodie and Bucky inside of Steve, filling him up.

Bucky tugged Steve back down, wrapping his arm around his waist and kissing his forehead when Steve cuddled into his chest.

#stucky au #stucky fic #fluff and smut #fluff #smut #fic rec #my writing #my fic #nhw writes

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