Hey, ik it's been discussed a thousand times but what really is your take on how we went from something like the hellicarier scene to endgame, like what the fuck were the russo's doing. Were they fucking high when they made the Winter Soldier? I just, it fucking haunts me, and I can not wrap my head around it.
I truly and I mean TRULY cannot come to terms with the fact that the russos were responsible the winter soldier (and that mcfeely and markus were responsible for writing the first avenger and moments like NO NOT WITHOUT U, steve infiltrating the base, "you're keeping the outfit, right?", and steve crying in the bombed-out bar). bc the russos are responsible for the popularity of stevebucky. they gave steve and bucky a catchphrase that means 'til death do we part'. they had bucky break thru 70 years of brainwashing at the sound of that romantic catchphrase (love conquers all).
and listen! I never thought they'd be canon. stevebuckies never thought they'd be canon! (they could have been, and a lot of us view bucky as in (un)requited love w steve, but that's not the point) but we were happy just to see them in the same shot. the russos and m&m established that steve rogers would do anything for bucky. that his best friend was his home. they also established that steve's new found family (sam & nat) were INCREDIBLY important to him and he'd do anything for them as well. he would never betray them willingly. he'd never leave them willingly. in winter soldier steve would have rathered DIE than bucky not remember him/continue without him. his friends ALWAYS came first
and then the russos had the audacity to imply steve wasn't even mourning bucky OR sam, rather peggy (who died of old age)? that he didn't mention them by name ONCE in endgame? that watching bucky die in front of him for the second time and hearing sam's comm link go dead didn't bother him all that much? for him to leave them both almost immediately after getting them back? that til the end of the line, despite meaning til death, actually had lost that meaning? that steve and bucky were "healthy enough" to move on from each other? that steve's happy ending didn't include his FAMILY? what the fuck happened between 2014 and 2019
you just reblogged that (amazingly stupidly sexy) pic of seb/intern bucky and i just started thinking….
WHO TF IS INTERN BUCKY GLARING AT (i’m imagining him mad) IS IT SOMEONE FLIRTING WITH THE SENATOR????? OR HAS SENATOR PISSED HIM OFF
let’s talk about it 😌
Eeeeeee, this picture! Ugh what a babe, amazingly stupidly sexy indeed.
Ahh! 🙈Actually, this look and this jealous baby intern is part of the second chapter of grassroots. See, he was entirely unaware that one of the ways Senator Rogers was helping out his pal Sam Wilson at his campaign fundraiser to become the Governor of New York was by auctioning off a date with himself...
And that makes that kitten just a little upset. Hmm, see?
“What are you thinkin’ about?” Steve asks, filling the silence with a loaded question. Bucky rolls his eyes, bites the inside of his cheek.
“Nothing.”
Steve huffs.
“What are you thinkin’ about?” he tries again, voice pushier but full of a tone that Bucky can’t quite interpret. It makes Bucky want to snarl. Fine. Why not?
“I’m thinking about how well I can mark you up before you go on your fuckin’ date.”
He makes the mistake of looking over at Steve as the words spill from his mouth, watching as a grin spreads wide across Steve’s face, cheek to cheek. It makes Bucky want to bite him.
“C’mere,” is all Steve says, just like he’s said a million times before in that basement deep voice, and Bucky’s everything reacts to it: his body wants to lean, his dick chubs up, his mouth waters. But he stays where he is, shakes his head and stands his ground.
“No.”
Eeeee, emotions! Feistiness! Feeling?! Poor thing's gotta feel the feels, gotta get them out somehow...
25. You better be quiet or everyone in the house will know that you’re being fucked.
Senator + Intern.
Mhmm, yes this will do quite well.
~900 words.
Major Tags: Bathroom Sex, Sneaky Sex, Daddy Kink, Dom/Sub Relationship, Name Calling (affectionate, i swear), Dirty Talk, Orgasm Control/Denial, Manhandling, Rough Sex, Light Breathplay, Humiliation
There’s nothing to blame his noises on but himself.
He’s had maybe one glass of red wine, he’s fully aware of the fact that they’re in the second-floor bathroom of his own home, he isn’t too far gone in the head to warrant needing to be told to hush; this is his own fault. And yet—
“Bucky…”
He is harshly reprimanded anyway.
The hand around his throat goes taut, pulls him up and backwards off of the countertop until his back is pressed flush against the Senator’s front. The strain of his body and his neck forces his noises to grow harsh, whimpers grating against his throat on their way out of his mouth, slipping between his bitten lips. With each brutal thrust Steve gifts his body with, his ass, comes a sputter, a whimper, a choked-off groan of his own. He’s getting so thoroughly fucked, it’s too goddamn good to remain quiet.
He must say this out loud.
“That’s sweet’a you, sugar,” Steve chuckles into his ear, lips pursing around the shell of it. “But you better be quiet or everyone in this house will know you’re bein’ fucked right now.”
The thrill of sneaking around with the Senator during his parent’s dinner party zips up his spine like lightning, lands heavy on the base of his neck as well as right in his balls. The older man does nothing to slow the force of his thrusts, to slow the deep grind of his cock against the rim of Bucky’s boy pussy every few digs. Bucky can swear he feels himself leak with precome, can feel the way it drips down his achy shaft, dropping right to the pristine floor.
The press of Steve’s belt buckle against his bare ass cheek is a reminder that Steve is fully clothed and the image of what they look like in this predicament makes Bucky’s teeth ache it’s so hot. The hand around his throat, the blissful glide of Steve’s fat cock in and out of his asshole that has his knees buckling, the breathy grunts Steve lets out into Bucky’s temple—
The more he thinks about it, the more he realizes he can’t possibly be to blame for his noises.
“I know you’re feelin’ slutty, Buck, know this pretty body just loves bein’ used by Daddy and for Daddy,” Steve whispers into his ear, hand on his throat slipping up his neck until there are three fingers sliding between his lips and pressing down onto his tongue. “But’chu can’t have the entire goddamn party wonderin’ where those sweet, little noises are comin’ from.”
Steve’s fingers have Bucky’s spit leaking out the corner of his mouth within seconds, the grip of his chin making it impossible to not watch himself get fucked in the mirror in front of him. Steve’s other arm winds tight around his waist, hauling him up and holding him tight against the countertop, grunts turning into a growl when his eyes meet Bucky’s half-lidded ones in the mirror.
Fuck the party; this is right where Bucky wants to stay.
Bucky slurps loudly on the Senator’s fingers when they’re pulled from his mouth, unintentional and messy, not bothering to rid his chin of his own spit. Steve rubs the mess into the skin of his face even more as he grips his chin, curses when Bucky just lets him, when Bucky eagerly offers up his mouth to more of his Daddy’s fingers while his ass gets deliciously wrecked.
“Listen,” Steve hisses, fingers tapping at Bucky’s cheek, traces his finges sloppily around Bucky’s open mouth. “M’gonna come…gonna fill this pussy up. And you’re gonna thank your Daddy and tuck your little prick away. Y’can’t come. You won’t. You’re gonna walk around this party the rest of the night with me leakin’ down your thighs and if you’re good, if you’re a good boy, I’ll tuck you into your bed like a proper Daddy should before I leave, yeah?”
Bucky is already nodding his head, clenching down onto Daddy’s cock as he does so, trying his hardest to get Daddy there now. “Yeah, uh-huh please, Daddy please! Wanna be full’a you, wanna—”
Steve clamps his hand over Bucky’s mouth, tight, and it’s such a hard touch it has Bucky’s eyes rolling back into his head as if that touch alone strokes his sweet spot.
“Shh shh, shh— Christ, I know. A’course you wan’it, you dirty fucker,” the Senator coos into Bucky’s cheek, kissing it chastely a few quick times, hips digging into the curve of Bucky’s ass harder as he feels a hand between his shoulder blades. “Now hush. Let Daddy enjoy this. Bend over now, hold your ass open— show me what’s mine while I fill it up, c’mon. Fuck, that’s good, that’s it. Gonna wet’chu up just like I should.”
Bucky immediately does as he’s told, eagerly bending at the waist to dig his fingers into his ass cheeks, a touch that makes him whimper at the further strain of his hole around his Daddy’s girthy cock. He bounces against the countertop uncomfortably with the force of Steve’s movements, voice going whiny and pathetic like it never fails to do when his Daddy comes, when he gets used for Daddy’s come.
Steve is quick to reprimand him though, even as he grunts in between pants, even as his dick begins to twitch with release—
I love how every other actor, particularly men, always boast about doing their own stunts like its a manhood badge or something then you have Mackie who’s just like lmao NOPE I like my bones where they are what a star
MAMA K. MAMA K. I just saw a quote from a book called Wall of Winnipeg and Me (I haven’t read it) but apparently they get married out of convenience and not love, but at some point the guy says to someone “touch my wife again and I’ll break every bone in your goddamn body”
Tell me WHY I immediately thought of someone harassing or making intern Bucky uncomfortable at some political function, and Senator Steve goes up to them and says “touch him again and I’ll break every bone in your goddamn body” 💀 he’s so possessive and protective even though they aren’t a couple and aren’t public, I luv them
Well...I took off with it. 🙈 I haven't been struck with inspo in a very long while so I had to keep it going. There is shockingly no smut but tags for Bucky receiving pushy and somewhat physical attention when he does not want it. He receives one touch and it is on his chin. The words are much pushier, but nothing is graphic. Tags for Bucky's brief negative thoughts about himself and for him trying to deny or brush off his own feelings about what has transpired. He's someone who wants physical and reassuring touch after experiencing a negative one. Tags for one big, protective senator daddy bear. 😤
Bucky has rarely felt so helpless.
The concrete wall pressing along the line of his back feels like ice and Bucky still wishes he could sink back into it, could be consumed by it, fall right through it. As soon as his fists curl at his sides, his nails dig into his clammy palms tightly, painfully. Good. He deserves it, to feel that bite of pain when he won’t stand up for himself and push his arms in front of him, shove them right through Senator Rumlow’s chest.
“Rogers is the uptight asshole I think he is if he hasn’t done more than take you under his wing by now,” Rumlow mumbles, hand rising to press palm-first into the wall directly next to Bucky’s head, too close. Bucky can’t meet the older man’s eyes, is sickened by the thought of looking up into them, and the turn of his head is an aggressive one, a statement in itself. His heart hammers against his chest, beats so wildly he feels the reverberations of it all throughout his trembling form, even over the bass of the music blaring from speakers just down the hallway.
His stomach churns unpleasantly when Rumlow leans in even further, the warmth of him foreign and sickening. Different.
“Come on, sweetness,” he whispers, and Bucky grits his teeth. “Nobody on my team is half as willing as those pretty lips make you out to be. Show me, just a little…”
Bucky is soft-spoken, but it’s purposeful, a choice that he makes himself. He speaks up when he is driven to, uses his voice often and thoroughly in a plethora of different settings. He prides himself in his respectable confidence, which makes this moment hurt even further. Where is his voice now, to speak up for himself? Could anyone even hear him from here if he did?
Bucky has rarely felt so helpless.
“Your Senator doesn’t have to know, kid. C’mere,” Rumlow demands, pushier this time around, the hand not on the wall reaching for Bucky’s chin. At the mention of his Senator, Bucky screws his eyes shut tightly, Rumlow unintentionally hitting Bucky where it counts, right where it hurts. His mind zeros in on all the moments Steve has empowered him to use his voice, whether it be in meetings or in their secret relationship, how he has taught Bucky when to speak and when to pocket his voice.
Bucky hurts. He doesn’t want to be touched. He doesn’t like the way Rumlow’s breath feels on his cheek, doesn’t like the way he smells, the way his fingers grip his chin too forcefully.
Bucky doesn’t like that Rumlow isn’t Steve.
“Rumlow….”
Steve.
Bucky’s heart doesn’t ease its hammering even as his stomach unties, even as his bottom lip trembles the second he hears Steve’s voice echo down the hallway. He has enough mind to be aware that he is doing nothing wrong in this predicament he’s found himself in, but shame prickles up his neck at Steve seeing him plastered against this wall under the hands of someone else. Rumlow infuriatingly makes no move to distance himself from Bucky, only tilts his head in the direction of Steve. With renewed strength, Bucky yanks his head back, pulls his chin from Senator Rumlow’s grip with ownership that feels so very right.
Bucky warms all over seeing Steve. He was with the older man minutes ago, but he almost feels like a beacon of light, like everything right and proper, safety. Later Bucky may feel ridiculous, like the stubborn damsel in distress he never saw himself in the position to become, but now relief washes over him like a warm wave.
Steve is here.
And by the time Steve saddles in close to where both he and Rumlow stand, Bucky feels his chest ache in the need to shed tears. His Senator doesn’t even wait, doesn’t prompt Rumlow to take a step back; he purposefully shoulders his way through the space between the two other men, unphased by needing to use physical force to distance him from Bucky. He doesn’t look at Bucky once, eyes locked onto Rumlow, and places his body directly in front of Bucky’s, providing immediate protection that he is forever grateful for.
Bucky can’t quite make out what Rumlow begins to say, surely an excuse of sorts, before Steve interrupts him with a voice drenched with such seriousness it sends a shiver down Bucky’s spine.
“If you touch him again…I’ll break every bone in your goddamn body…”
Oh.
Oh god.
Bucky’s breath hitches audibly, his head spinning.
He is unable to see Steve nor Rumlow’s face from where he is positioned, but he is almost grateful for that amount of safety. He trembles where he stands, knees nearly knocking together, both from the brief comedown of Rumlow cornering him as well as the intense energy bouncing between the two older men. Bucky swears this exchange has a physical force to it, one where the two are barely contained within the cages of the constraints they currently find themselves in—
Senator Rumlow being caught making a move on an intern at a holiday party by the Senator that Bucky is currently having an affair with.
Bucky wants to touch Steve. It isn’t an overwhelming urge until the very moment he has the thought and then his hands are joining his knees in trembling, this time with the urge to move. He finds his fingernails digging into his sweaty palm once more.
There are unspoken words exchanged, that Bucky is sure of, because no one says a single thing before Rumlow is taking a step back, first one and then another. Bucky can feel him sizing Steve up, sense the way his eyes narrow at Steve’s intense reaction, if it is warranted. Words are mumbled that Bucky can’t make out, but that’s okay too. Steve doesn’t respond to them. The tension makes Bucky’s teeth clack together he’s so uncomfortable. He really wishes he could touch Steve.
Steve doesn’t go to move until Rumlow is out of sight, turning the corner at the end of the hallway that leads back to the party. He turns around swiftly the moment Rumlow is nowhere to be seen.
“Buck…”
Bucky doesn’t know what to do with the look on Steve’s face so he quickly averts his eyes; he’s never been witness to it, never been on the receiving end of it. It’s all things serious like Steve always is but it’s heavy with concern, with care.
“He touched you?” Steve asks, surely to clarify, his voice shaky and low with apparent emotions that cannot be held back. All Bucky can do is nod his head but then immediately shake it in confusion.
“He...he wanted me to kiss him I think. Kept talking...about my mouth. Just t-touched my chin.”
Bucky still can’t meet Steve’s eyes as he speaks. His own will surely spill over with the unshed tears that currently fill them to the brim. He can see Steve’s jaw clench, can see the way his throat bobs as he swallows one curse down but lets the other one out in a hiss.
“Are you okay? Look at me…”
Bucky listens without thought, grateful for the guidance even if it’s an exact order he is fighting to avoid. His automatic response is to nod his head, deny deny deny, so that’s what he does— he nods his head and balls his fists up at his sides as he looks up at Steve. The Senator’s eyes swim with worry and Bucky hates how small it makes him feel, but when Steve starts to shake his own head in response, Bucky joins in right away.
“Buck…” he whispers and Bucky’s breaths go from shaky to wavy, ugly hitches in his chest, breaths that knot up in his throat.
“It’s okay to not be okay, sugar.”
Bucky can’t contain his squeak as he continues to shake his head, tears beginning to trail down his cheeks. Steve whimpers, his turn for his hand to twitch by his side, raising and then lowering, and then he’s blessedly asking, “Buck, can I touch—”
Bucky doesn’t let him finish getting the words out before he’s nodding his head again, hiccuping out a, “Please”, as his hands reach for any part of Steve he can grasp onto. It’s painful but it’s everything, the way Steve digs his fingers into his skin, the way he bends to wrap his arms under Bucky’s own and pulls him up in an embrace that is nothing short of blessedly consuming.The press of Steve’s lips against his pulsepoint makes up for the eagerness of his embrace, the softness and edge of domination that Bucky desires.
He’s never experienced a hug like this, if it even qualifies as one, the strength behind these touches too rough and urgent to be qualified as a normal hug. Bucky’s arms wind tight around Steve’s neck, ribs aching with the force of his inhales, desperate to replace the scent of Rumlow that taints his nostrils with the one that brings him the most comfort. He doesn’t mean to seem so desperate for Steve’s comfort, for his hands to scramble and for his breaths to be so audible, but the older man is quick to make Bucky feel like it’s entirely acceptable.
“Don’t you go makin’ excuses for him, don’t do that,” Steve whispers harshly into his ear, Bucky able to feel the way the Senator's lips feel as he spits those words out into his skin with ferocity. “Don’t downplay this, Buck. Let yourself feel what you need to feel.”
Bucky whines, lips smearing against Steve’s cheek messily.
“He didn’t kiss me, barely touched me. Other...other people go through worse, are…are hurt much more than...than I was. I just...why do I feel so ridiculous for crying?”
Steve moves then, his hands coming to cup Bucky’s jaw, to meet his eyes.
“Buck, baby...he touched you and wanted something from you that you did not want, did not consent to. It doesn’t matter how small it was. Yes, we are lucky that he didn’t push further or that I showed up when I did, but your feelings are still valid.”
Bucky’s deep breath sounds more like a sob, one that is steady enough that it makes him begin to feel some relief. His fingers come up and curl around Steve’s wrists as he openly meets Steve’s gaze, fighting against the urge to keep his eyes on the buttons of the Senator’s shirt.
“You’re allowed to cry, sugar. That was a lot and it caught you off guard. You’ll be alright, Buck. Feel what you need to feel and we can move on.”
We.
Bucky isn’t alone. And Steve is right— this is a lot that Bucky is trying to process in such a short amount of time. He was scared, found himself in a position one never thinks they’ll find themselves in. He wasn’t able to speak up, wasn’t able to find the courage to push away or fight back. Who knows where he’d be if Steve hadn’t shown up when he did. He’s confident he would have gotten his shit together but…Steve.
Steve protected him, stood up for him, literally put himself between Bucky and the source of danger. His words ring in Bucky’s head—
“If you touch him again…I’ll break every bone in your goddamn body…”
Bucky doesn’t doubt for a second that Steve would stick true to his words if Rumlow were to make another move on Bucky.
It makes his chest warm pleasantly.
“I’d like...can I have a kiss?” Bucky whispers shakily and without much thought, wanting to replace the image of what could have been with what is always right, with Steve. Seconds before Steve is nodding and tipping Bucky’s chin, he remembers where they are, who they are, but the older man doesn’t hesitate to fulfill Bucky’s request.
It’s chaste, one kiss and then two and then another, and it’s like a balm to Bucky’s wounds, a warm and pure feeling that makes him whimper into each kiss. With each instance of positive and a wanted touch, Bucky feels more and more put together, and when Steve pulls back to scatter kisses over the bridge of his nose and his cheeks, Bucky’s sigh sounds much less shaky.
“Let me take you home,” Steve murmurs, wiping the wetness from Bucky’s cheeks with his thumbs. “Told your parents you were staying with friends anyway. Let me take you home, Buck.”
Bucky wants nothing more, nods his head and turns his head to press his lips to Steve’s jaw.
Oh, we made quite a mess, babe - It's probably better off this way - And I confess, babe - In my dreams you're touching my face - I Almost Do, Taylor Swift
Fics
let’s take it back to the start
laid up, got me thinkin’
kiss it when he eat it
it’s this sunrise
i mean no disrespect
this feelin’ is reckless
everybody wants a taste
out in the shining sun
Asks
daddy steve wearing cologne
red wine bucky sending daddy pics of him in lingerie
“you are the most precious thing to me”
daddy steve wants his dick sucked
”come shower”
posessive marks
sleepy daddy steve
daddy working on a car and bucky’s dirty talk that follows
running into one of steve’s exes, ft. an insecure buck
running into one of steve’s exes
chunky daddy steve
daddy when he’s sick
christmas presents
i’m going to ravish you
bucky in christmas lingerie
breeding kink
bucky drinking tequila like water
panties in mouth
Daddy’s most romantic gesture
innocence roleplay
who says ily first
Bucky sticks panties in Daddy’s bag
Daddy’s reaction to Bucky dressed to the nines
possessive Daddy phone call
Daddy Steve takes a work call
watching porn together
if Steve proposed
Bucky’s praise kink
Daddy using his safeword
Daddy’s moans
Daddy’s mind when he fucks Bucky
Bucky suckling
sucking and biting on bucky’s titties
Steve and Bucky in quarantine
bucky in a skirt
bucky’s special pillow
anesthesia bucky
baby fever
Come cuddle
You’re so Pretty
Mr. Walker
drunk bb Bucky
Daddy buys some jewelry
Office Fluff
OG peachy bucky post
Spankings
Daddy shaves
insecure bb Buck
Bucky’s Nips
Bucky Wearing a Choker and Bell
DC Daddy Steve and Sweet Boy Buck
hair pulling
Felching
Daddy Steve’s Tongue Piercing
Cockwarming
Soft Fluffy Tattoo Feels
Filthy Rimming
Daddy!Steve NSFW ABCs (most recent post, other posts are linked)
Lap Full of Slut
Morning Sex
Coming Untouched
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