rils your smutty one liner prompt list you reblogged, consider this: steve DOES say this without making the connection. bucky starts snickering from underneath him and steve's like aw buck come on....
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Imagine they've been at it for a while.
Steve's got Bucky exactly where he wants him, how he wants him: like sweet, pliant putty in his hands. Letting Steve fold him in half on their big soft mattress, gasping when Steve catches his legs by the back of his knees and pushes them up to Bucky's chest, spreading him up for Steve's cock and Steve's gaze to have him, devour him, feast on him like Bucky's the only food he'll ever need to consume.
Bucky can't bite back a soft little moan when he looks up at Steve leaning over him, a sheen of sweat glistening across his golden skin, dampening the whorls of Steve's chest hair and the burnt gold hair at Steve's temples. He watches the subtle flitting of Steve's abs, flexing with every purposeful thrust of his hips, and feels his whole body light up from the inside, fingers clutching helplessly at the rumpled sheets under him.
He all but sees it when Steve decides that oh, he's gonna draw this out, he's gonna make it last as long as he possibly can, milk every last drop of pleasure out of this that Bucky's willing to take.
Steve's pace slows to a torturous rhythm, his gaze locked with Bucky's with intent, watching him hungrily while he sinks inside, one maddening inch at a time, sliding in deep, deep enough to let Bucky feel him, feel the hard, blood-hot, throbbing shape of him opening Bucky right up like it's just what it was made for, thick and heavy and glorious just like the rest of Steve is.
And then pulling back out at his leisure, slow, slow, slow, and slick and all sorts of perfect while Bucky's body clenches around him, tries to hold onto him like it never wants to let him go.
The drag of it is so delicious, it has Steve gasping and wetting his swollen, slack lips with a flicker of his pink tongue, and there's a hunger in his eyes, a need, a fever that makes Bucky wonder if Steve can taste him every time he licks his lips, if he can still feel the weight of Bucky's cock on his tongue even now, while he's up there between Bucky's spread legs, tall and aglow and magnificent like the first sun that ever kissed the earth.
If his mouth is watering, if it wants back on Bucky's skin -- if Steve's starved enough for him that he'll sink his teeth in the meat of Bucky's shoulder the second he gets the chance and lap at the fresh pink bruise with his tongue after, sloppy and needy and filthy like a french kiss, tasting his own mark on Bucky’s smooth skin.
Steve's hands grip his hips, his blue eyes fixed on Bucky's face, roving over every inch of him they can reach, the wet tip of his cock kissing the pucker of Bucky's entrance like he's asking for permission before he slips back in easy and sweet and relentless--
And that's when Steve suggests, in a low rumble, that maybe. Maybe he should keep this up until Bucky's forgotten every word that's not Steve's name. Maybe he should just keep at it for hours, fuck Bucky slow, so slow, sink into the butter-soft give of Bucky's flesh over and over, and over, giving him just enough to keep Bucky aroused out of his mind, his skin on fire, his lungs melting with each hot breath, but never quite enough to push Bucky over the edge. Not until Bucky's so desperate to have it that he's begging for it.
"Whaddya think, sweetheart?" Steve husks, his voice warm, rich; dark and irresistible, like every decadent pleasure life has to offer. "D'you want that? Think you can take that?"
The hot skin of his hips presses flush against Bucky's ass when he bottoms out, the searing length of him deep and snug inside Bucky like it belongs there and nowhere else, and Bucky feels molten, feels like the moment before fireworks burst up in the sky, those charged two seconds of complete quiet before fire and colour bloom into the night, the anticipation building up and crawling like a shiver up his spine.
"Steve," he breathes out, gasping with his mouth wide open when Steve's cock brushes up against that spot inside him with exquisite purpose.
"'Cause I can do that, baby, I can give that to you," Steve rumbles on, a bead of sweat pooling invitingly in the hollow of his throat. "Give it to you just the way you like it, fuck you so slow, so fucking deep, Buck, wet you up till you’re dripping with it, make you come till you can't see straight anymore, till I gotchu all sweet and messy and melting right into these sheets."
And Bucky wants it, wants it so bad he's writhing under Steve's hot hands, chanting, "Steve, yes, yes--"
"All you gotta do is say the word, baby. We've got all the time in the world, and I'm only just getting started," Steve says, moving sinuously above him, inside him, everywhere Bucky's senses can reach, the greedy curl of his smirk something Bucky will see in his dreams. "Trust me, sweetheart-- I can do this all day."
Bucky hears it through the well-fucked haze in his brain, the slow molasses of pleasure dripping hotly down his spine, and when his glossy eyes snap up to meet Steve's -- well, he thinks that's when Steve hears it, too.
Bucky's chin starts quivering. His chest shakes with barely restrained giggles, until he knows he can't hold back anymore.
Steve's eyes grow comically wide. His hips halt immediately, the tips of his ears quickly catching fire, they flush so red. "Wait, no, that's not what I--"
But Bucky can't help it, he's bursting with it, erupting into laughter, cackling so deep that his belly his shaking, sending little zings of pleasure to his system when it jostles Steve inside of him.
"You actually said that," he wheezes, tears springing to his eyes even as he squeezes them shut tight, head thrown back against the pillow 'cause he can't fucking breathe, "I can't believe you actually said that, oh my god--"
"Buck, c'mon," Steve groans above him, one shovel-sized hand covering his eyes, looking about three seconds away from combusting from sheer embarrrassment. Bucky’s not letting him forget about this one for a long, long time to come, and they both know it.
(they still fuck afterwards btw. the fucking is just delayed by like 10-15 minutes, after which Bucky's pretty sore from all the laughing - but not opposed to getting sore from other things as well. Steve-shaped things. Steve's dick-shaped things.)
fic title: it's a strange way of saying that i know i'm supposed to love you
ahhhh this title 🥺 for you i would write about steve toting a recovering winter soldier bucky home and working through some sleep issues together!!
at first steve makes up the couch for him to sleep on but bucky pulls everything off the couch and sleeps on the floor because even the couch is too soft for him (steve updates tony on this and tony says "well at least he isn't trying to sleep standing up like a horse")
and then the weather gets colder and bucky finally takes up the couch because it's closer to the radiator and he's getting used to soft things anyway
and then he starts hovering menacingly around steve's bedroom door in the middle of the night and scaring the shit out of steve, and one night steve catches him standing there and asks, "do you wanna sleep in here with me?" and bucky actually gets in bed with him and steve's heart almost stops beating when bucky curls around him from behind like it's muscle memory. bucky used to sleep like a log but he's kind of a restless sleeper now, but steve would much rather bucky have his nightmares in here with him than out in the living room by himself.
one night they're laying there together again, steve's back against bucky's chest and bucky's hand around his, and bucky asks "did we used to sleep like this?" and steve is going to start crying but he just says, "we did."
"you used to be smaller."
"yeah, i was."
"you used to wake up in the middle of the night coughing."
"yeah."
"i used to kiss the back of your neck like this."
what a strange way of saying he knows he's always loved steve
i saw your tags saying you were going through a tough time recently rils. i wanted to say i think you're a really bright light in this fandom. everybody knows rils as the super sweet tag queen who always has something nice to say about everybody. i think it's so lovely how you truly appreciate and notice all the little details of every piece of fanwork you reblog. it can be so easy to just scroll and get lost in the sea of art and fic, but you never do that, you always find things to love and be excited about. you are such a sweet person and i think your kindness and positivity are so infectious. i always look forward to your comments and tags on my works and i am sure many other writers and artists and gif makers and editors feel the same way 🩷 i hope you start feeling better soon. i think you deserve all the good things and ithink people in your life are very lucky to know you. sending lots of love and many well wishes for the weeks ahead <33 love from lav 🪻
Lav, you beautiful soul 😭💖😭💖😭💖💖 I can't even express how much this means to me, darling, you just left me speechless (and very, very emotional if I'm being honest 😭💖💖💖)!
This ask is a gift that I'm going to treasure for a long time, believe me, honey 🥹💞💞
And!!! I just want you to know how much I appreciate you, my dear 🥹🥹 I know I've said all of this to you before, but it's worth repeating, because you’re a wonderful person inside and out, and you’re one of the most creative and amazing people I have ever met in my life, with such impeccable taste might I add!!! 💞💞, and I am constantly in awe of everything you create, from your signature moodboards to the gorgeous, touching, vibrant paintings you bring to life with your words 🥹💖🥹🥹💖
This ask right here is just more proof of how wonderful you are 💕💕💕💕 Thank you again, sweetheart, you just made my day 🥹🥹🥹 *HUGS YOU FOREVER*
spy steve who's on a mission to honeypot tony but he's not a very good spy and he keeps fumbling and blushing and being awkward. but instead of realising he's a spy, this just makes tony find him really endearing. they don't spend the night together but steve DOES score tony's business card and a kiss on the cheek that leaves him blushing
i was kicking my feet while reading this because it's soo cute until i realised that i too forgot about the spy mission WHAT ABOUT THE SPY MISSION STEVE
his team: steve did you get anything from him
steve, in the middle of drawing hearts around tony's phone number: uhh in a way
Pietro rarely listens to Steve, not when Steve asks him to please put on a shirt and not when Steve tells him to get his own soap so he can stop popping into Steve's stall in the showers to borrow his. Steve has no idea what to do with him.
just wanted to tell u you are the bestest. that is all 💕
OMG LAV 🥹💖💕🥹🥹💖💖 Allow me to disgree: you are the bestest!!! And the sweetest! And amazing and precious and wonderful!! 💕💕💕💕
I'm- I'm gonna cry fjfhdkkd 🥹🥹🥹 Seriously, you just made my day, honey, you have no idea how much 💖💖💖 I hope you have a great weekend, my dear 😘😘 Love you!!!!!!!!!
