to kiss the skin that crawls from you (oh to be alone with you)
Rating: Explicit
Relationship: James “Bucky” Barnes/Steve Rogers
Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Steve Rogers-Centric, Established Relationship, Voyeurism, Masturbation, Mutual Masturbation, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Blow Jobs, Possessive Steve Rogers, Top Steve Rogers, Bottom Bucky Barnes, Idiots in Love, Dom/sub Undertones
Summary:
Moments he had once craved to experience with Bucky were now everyday occurrences; lazing around and embracing each other every Saturday morning, Sundays in the park, Monday nights cooking dinner and doing dishes, Thursday get-togethers with Sam and Natasha, and Fridays caught up in each other, fucking and touching and being wholly consumed by one another… It’s Steve’s personal heaven, and he wouldn’t trade it for the world.
And sitting here, watching Bucky finger himself open, getting himself ready for Steve’s cock? Well, Steve definitely wouldn’t trade that for the world, either.
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Steve and Bucky are in love, and they sure fuck like it.
I am having thoughts about modern!bucky desperately needing to find a place to rent because his old apartment is being co-opted and, as he is broke he sadly cannot afford to buy his apartment. So, he looks everywhere for a place to rent, but because of an influx of hipsters and gen-zers moving to Midtown, prices are through the roof and he cannot afford to live alone anymore, which leads to him scrolling online forums and looking through the goddamn newspaper (yes, even the newspaper) for an apartment and a suitable roommate.
He goes to a couple of interviews, but everyone is either super weird, like the guy who randomly has a jar of teeth as a centerpiece for his kitchen table or the lady who has strands of her hair held to the wall of the bathroom via masking tape, or just blatantly rude. Bucky’s about to give up on the Great Roommate Hunt of 2022 (because it seriously looks like everyone is just simply the worst) and cave in on moving to Jersey, when he stumbles upon an ad that looks to be almost too good to be true.
It’s advertised as a three bed, two bath apartment in Chelsea, and the rent is substantially, suspiciously lower than what he was paying at his last place. He briefly contemplates the risk of getting murdered if he interviews at the apartment, but figures that he’ll miss 100% of the shots he doesn’t take, and if the guy with the teeth didn’t murder him, then that’s good enough. He calls the number proffered in the ad — speaks with a guy named Steve who has a voice that would make anyone squirm — and is pleased to find that he is the first inquirer.
When he arrives at the apartment, he is blown away by the location. It’s just far enough from the Hudson that you don’t smell it until the breeze picks up, but close enough that you get a nice view. When he gets up to the floor (floor number fourteen… shit) and his potential roommate opens the door, Bucky is nothing short of flabbergasted. This guy like he would have been the face for Abercrombie & Fitch way back in the day… the same kind of guy that Bucky became very acquainted with huddled under the covers when he would steal Becca’s magazines… His broad chest and huge arms are barely constrained in a smedium shirt, and when he turns around to lead Bucky into the apartment his cute, shapely ass is beautifully framed in a nice pair of slacks. And Bucky does not drop his jaw and he does not stare, thank you very much, his days partying in this very neighborhood prepped him for that, but he instead plays cool. And not only is the man of his dre- ahem, potential roommate gorgeously cozy and warm, but so is the main space of the apartment.
Bucky finds that with the more personal, little things that Steve lets slip through at the interview, the more he wants to know. Steve is obviously smart, put together, and, painfully good looking. Bucky would definitely ask this guy on a second date if this were just that, a date, but it’s sadly not.
They get through the interview well enough for Bucky to take a tour of the place. The common areas are nicely decorated, so he can sell his old furniture and make some extra cash, and if he moves out they won’t have to argue over who takes what. The bathroom is parallel from the first bedroom, the room that would be Bucky’s if he moves in. It’s spacious, and even has more built-in space behind the door — which Bucky so desperately needs because he can’t maintain his dewy skin without his strict regiment — and his potential future bedroom is fucking huge, so huge that he can fit a goddamn king sized bed in there if he wanted. IN. NEW. YORK. His current living room wouldn’t even be able to hold a king sized mattress… At the end of the hallway lies Steve’s room, which has its own en suite, and an spare room that Steve says Bucky is free to use as an office if need be.
Bucky is over the moon, and though his paranoid mother would chastise him, he makes a deal with Steve to move in when his current lease ends — less than two weeks from then — and sign the new lease on move-in day.
While waiting to move in to the apartment of his dreams with the man who now fills his wet dreams, Bucky sells his bulky furniture and invests in a fancy-pants bedroom suit and plush mattress, that he does not imagine Steve taking him apart on thank you very much, and an extremely nice desk and chair for the proffered office. He’s more excited to move into this place than he’s ever been before, and whether he wants to admit it or not, he’s very excited to get to know Steve better.
Steve helps him move in when the time comes, putting those muscles to work and making Bucky almost track drool into the apartment. And after the preamble of practically watching Steve work out for forty-five minutes, Bucky signs the lease on the kitchen table, where they interviewed just those scant few weeks ago.
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Living with Steve is amazing. He cleans up after himself, he’s polite as all-get-out, and, even when he leaves for days at a time, he’s never disruptive when he gets in. When he was interviewed, Steve had warned him that he would be out of the apartment for days at a time, but Bucky had just shrugged it off, he didn’t think it would be this often.
There are sometimes after Steve comes home from a multi-day/week stint with bruises, but they seem to fade a couple of hours after Bucky notices them. He really doesn’t pay it any mind, he’s seen aliens invade his lecture when he was in college, for Christ’s sakes. He just figures that, because of the very blatant peak health Steve is in, he heals fast. So what?
They develop a friendly banter that Bucky would genuinely believe boarders on flirty if he didn’t think that he was clouded by his own intense attraction towards Steve. He’s sure that Steve is the only straight man in Chelsea. There’s no way that it’s mutual. No. Way.
It’s not until they’re sitting around not-really-watching Yellowstone one night, on a night where their schedules magically align and they have nothing to do, that Bucky cracks a joke about the Avengers and how their renter’s insurance rates will probably go through the roof the next time that they let there be an alien invasion, that he looks over and sees Steve straight-faced and lips tight, that Bucky realizes he fucked up. Steve had been laughing all night, face beautifully blushed and bright, until Bucky had to say something to mess it up. Way to go.
Steve excuses himself and goes to his room. And Bucky is left to watch cowboy-fantasy play out on screen guiltily.
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Bucky’s not sure how to talk to Steve after that. Steve’s still nice, he just doesn’t seek Bucky out like he used to anymore.
Bucky pities himself for a little bit, but then decides that if they’re going to make this roommate arrangement work out, they need to communicate with each other.
He — confront isn’t the right word… brings it up to Steve when they’re eating splendid Thai food from Steve’s favorite takeout place. He listens to what Bucky has to say, apologizing for the comment that may have set him off, but Steve reassures him that nothing is wrong, nothing. He just, well.
“I just, well, I just like you too much and I didn’t want you to think less of me because I’m Cap, Buck. You crackin’ that joke made me feel guilty and shit and I’m sorry, really didn’t mean to make ya feel that way.”
“What did you just say?”
“I like you??”
“No, no, not that, wait. Yes. Also that. Put a pin in that. But the other part.”
“What the fuck.Whatthefuck.Whatthefuck.”
“… You didn’t know??”
And yeah, Bucky didn’t know because he’s a fucking idiot. But you know what he does know? Steve is a self-sacrificing idiot, but, after a little bit of talk and a whole-lotta making out, he’s now got the a-okay to ride that self-sacrificing idiot’s dick on his fancy new mattress ‘til kingdom come.
I hope you enjoyed!!! Let me know, if you want :))
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Avoid open flame in either location. Thanks for visiting!
you should be incredibly critical of the way you envision and talk about a post-capitalist justice system cuz some of y’all really are just reinventing lynch mobs and calling it something new.
Just an addition: White supremacy isnt just nazis and skinheads and swastikas. Its also voting for “tough on crime” candidates, gentrifying neighborhoods, keeping your kids away from “the wrong kinds of people”, talking down towards immigrants, demanding quinoa and other “exotic food” but demanding it be cheap and accessible 365 days a year, etc etc.
There are sometimes where Steve swears he can feel the ghost of his touch late at night, the barely-there slip of his fingertips against his skin.
Those are the nights where the bed feels colder than normal, when Steve has to curl in on himself like he used to after Bucky left for basic and then shipped overseas.
Steve thought that he was desperate way back when, wishing for the ability to volunteer and be shipped off to Europe — not just to fight in the war, to be useful, for once, but to, selfishly, see Bucky and make sure that he was safe, that he was eating okay and sleeping as much as he could. It’s nothing compared to now, though, when he wakes up from a nightmare with the frosted-blade of indescribable loneliness piercing his chest, his fingers still stretched out to catch the hand of his lover that’s too far gone.
When he first saw the premonitions of Bucky falling into the icy depths, he would sob for hours. But now? Now he just lays in bed, soaking in the agony, replaying the scene over and over in his mind’s eye. Crying soothes, and Steve doesn’t deserve to be soothed, not when he failed like this. Not when he watched his lover succumb to his death, too slow to react, to do anything but watch. What a useless, horrible failure he’s turned out to be.
[in a not requesting-prompting-asking way, just pure 🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴] submissive chris submissive chris submissive chris submissive chris submissive chris submissive chris submissive chris submissive chris
related to this (also this, although not really, I just love these Slutty [affectionate] Fucking Evans Photos)
Submissive Chris
I know right?!
I feel the same, just- 🥴 Like, I am already aware that I'm a dom but when I see subby-vibe-Chris my dom really fucking jumps out of me. I would love to ruin sub!Chris. One. Thousand. Percent.
Inspired by that TikTok, here's some of my favorite ✨submissive Chris✨ photos (other than the truck stop hooker shoot because those are low hanging fruit here haha):
And thinking about it more, because I can't fucking help myself even though I'm not supposed to be writing on Tumblr and instead doing, y'know, real work...
Now I'm thinking about submissive Chris paired with Anthony Mackie. Because Anthony would dom the shit out of Chris and I just fucking know it. It just sounds like a lot of delicious trouble to me 😏
(Before we get to that though, if you're so inclined to read it, I have written bottom Chris with evanstan here and here (the second is more subby than the first one).)
Random pinballing thoughts now that I'm obsessed fully:
Chris sitting in Anthony's lap. Face to face with him, locking lips as Mackie grabs his jaw and chin, telling him he looks pretty with his lips swollen up like that. His hair messed up. Eyelids so low, his dark eyes are almost closed. Real fuckable. Licking his own lips and grinning when Chris inhales sharply.
Chris rimming Anthony, his nose smashed up against him as he licks him, desperate, and reaching to touch himself just to take the edge off - pleasuring but not being pleasured - but... Anthony finishes off his strung out groan and then snaps his fingers, telling him off. "Quit. Or I'll give you a reason to want to finish yourself off, Christopher."
Anthony getting Chris to hump the bed a little while he rims him until Chris is grabbing at his legs while trying to get his own knees under himself for better leverage. Aching for friction. Chris whining under his breath as he tries to keep eating him out and not focus on his own pleasure, held down by a hot, heavy hand over his back- keeping him pinned. Anthony chuckling through a moan at his rare, needy sound only to pull him out from between his legs with a hand woven through his hair until they can look each other in the eyes. Tension rises between then, heavy and hot. "That's a good look for you, baby," Mackie says, reaching to pull his fat lower lip down with a couple of fingers against his mouth. Chris flushes, imagining how he looks, lips swollen and red and wet from going to town on him. His mouth is buzzing, tasting of Anthony.
Usually, Chris makes a mix of sounds when he's subbing...
The most common sound is really loud panting with swallowed moans that don't quite make it out of his mouth. Other than that he makes a lot of guttural sounds that slip out of him, espeically when he's getting railed and has his teeth biting into his fist, trying to stay quiet. To not come apart at the seams. Think lots of little sounds like:
"Mmmmhh-!"
"Ah! Ah! Oh- shit."
"Guh-" (which always makes Mackie chuckle because it makes Chris sound like he's been punched in the gut with arousal. Not to say its not hot because it is. It’s very hot. It means Chris has gone dumb enough to not police his own sounds.)
Chris really, really likes doggy style the most when he's on bottom, subbing for Mackie. There's nothing like being taken on his knees, ass up, back arched while his chest is down against the bed, his mouth open, slack, eyes rolling back into his skull, unable to not moan and pant and groan as Anthony's cock fucks in and out of him. Feeling huge and so, so hot and heavy inside him. Stretching him open. Nothing else makes him instantly feel so helpless and so submissive; Chris might be in the mood to dom more than to sub, but then Anthony can just push him down over any peice of furniture or push him against any wall, pressing Chris into the surface with his bulk and his brain just fades out into white noise. Oh. Suddenly Chris remembers how good it to be held down and used. To give himself up. Anthony's hands wrapping up his biceps help put him in his place too- the other man's hands are just so big. (Reference for the faces Chris might make, taken doggy style, here 😏)
Also, Chris is totally the kind of sub that's shy until he's not. He blushes and gets quiet when Mackie intiates any kind of scene with him- which the other man loves to tease him for, touching the back of his hand to his cheek as if he's checking for a fever whenever he flushes. Chris is also prone to ducking his head and scratching the back of his neck. Squirming in his seat and shoving his hands under his thighs when he doesn't know what to do with them. Whether to touch Anthony or give in to the compulsion to touch himself. Clearing his throat to distract from the tight feeling his jeans. But once he's lost himself in it... pre-fucking-pare yourself. Chris' go-to when he slides into subspace, hazy and dopey, is spreading his legs. Especially if he's already in position, getting fucked, fingered, or rimmed and losing his mind over it. On all-fours and shifting his knees wider and wider apart, his dick twitching and hanging heavily down toward the bed. Watching the muscles flex in his thighs always has Anthony's mouth watering and rumbling with a shit-eating grin, "there he isss... look at you. So good for me, huh?" Chris swallows down an embarrassing sound, his muscles flexing and clenching, "ay, baby, c'mon, move those hips for me. I see you. Get it, c'mon, give Daddy what he wants..."
Speaking of Anthony's daddy kink-
The first time Anthony refers to himself as "Daddy" Chris feels like he's spinning in place like he's been hit over the back of the head with the sudden- oh. Ohmygodthat'shot. Why is that so hot? He isn't expecting it to be so hot. He isn't expecting the want to say it to rise up inside him, urgent and needy...
But it takes him forever to say it. Chris feels it on the tip of his tongue nearly everytime after Anthony says it, wanting to gasp, "An-anthony, daddy, fuuck-" but he just can't get himself there. He doesn't know why. (Don't worry though, they're working on it 😏)
When Chris was first experimenting with Men™️ he took the role of sub more often then not because he didn't know how to direct the show with his own confusion, coming to terms with himself, plus the lacking social blueprint from media and pop culture on gay relationships compared to straight ones. He doesn't know what to do. So he tries to relax and let the other guy take the reins, as hard as it is for him a self-proclaimed control freak. And he thought as he learned more, of course, he would transition to being the dom and top all the time. He likes topping and he likes domming too! So, of course, he would keep doing that with men or women but... Chris meets and starts sleeping with Anthony and he quickly learns that he's wrong. He hasn't "grown out" of his submissive phase. He knows how he wants his encounters (😏) to go but... he still has that itch. He might be the heaviest, most jacked he's literally ever been with a beard and reputation of being an "alpha male" but Anthony knows just how to tell him to sit. Just how to look at him right to turn his insides to goo. Just how to bite his lip when they're kissing and grab the back of his neck, his shoulders, his waist, holding him like he's not super-soldier-sized and purr, "Christopher... lookit, you." Yeah. Anthony knows how to do things to Chris that he forgot he could feel. Besides, its not as scary to relinquish control to Anthony as it could be with anyone else. He trusts Mackie so much.
Anthony introducing Chris to being titty-fucked. Chris dizzy with desire, feeling Anthony's cock slide between his slick pecs, watching his doms face, enraptured and unbelievably turned on. Enough said.
Okay... maybe not enough said because Anthony really, really appreciates how sensitive Chris' chest is. If there's something he will never get tired of, it's the way his face goes slack in pleasure the second his fingers creep towards his chest. How his eyes darken and his teeth sink into his lower lip when Mackie gets to pinching and flicking and licking his nipples. Appreciating his tits. Teasing him about breaking out a pair of clamps and then fucking him hard enough to make his tits jiggle, tugging on them until he can't stand it.
Mackie always tells Chris he's dangerous in an affectionate but dark voice as Chris looks up at him through his ridiculous lashes, eyes all soft and eager. Lips upturned just at the corners, soft and plush. Awaiting the next order.
Evans on his knees with that look. Ready to please. Fuck.
OR PERHAPS-
Evans man-spreading on the couch, his legs spread nice and wide and slutty with Anthony on his knees between his legs. Hes doing what he pleases with his sub. His wicked, charming mouth around his cock. Chris' only job is to not touch Anthony. And in a last ditch effort to not break the rules, he has his own hands twisted up in his hair, panting noisily as Anthony edges him with his mouth. Blowing him until he's ready to burst, then backing up. Walking him up to the edge with a hand around his girth, slick with spit, throbbing with his pounding heart. Chris whining a little. Trying to not fuck up into his mouth. Sweating. Swearing. Pulling his own hair, touching his heaving chest himself, hiding his flushed face in the crook of his elbow when his head is thrown back... yeah. He'll get to cum, eventually.
Also also also- a f t e r c a r e Chris is someone who needs control over himself and giving it up is hard for him. Monumentally difficult. So, when they stop playing, Mackie is a goddamn pro at bringing Chris down. Offering cuddles with Chris' head laying on his chest and his arms around Anthony's waist. Anthony's hands always rubbing big, slow circles on his back and upper shoulders- Chris nuzzling him, sleepy. There's also a secret bag of M&Ms and jellybeans each in the bottom nightstand drawer just for Chris. He tends to crave sugar after a scene which Anthony is happy to indulge because a) he can and b) because the sugar and dump of good hormones combined makes him giggly which is the cutest thing out there. Seeing Chris so loose and happy is enough aftercare to Anthony, so being allowed to run his fingers through Chris' hair and feeling Chris' lips press gentle, closed-mouth kisses to his pec, over his heart, is an overdose of aftercare.
Uhhhh-
This was very self-indulgent. I hope you enjoyed at least lol
