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You fear being schemed in your marriage, and I fear being confined to a household. How about we get married?

A drunken proposal + a drunken engagement.

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joffy

bash

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Ask and ye shall receive anonymous ask lol

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Just a little thought, but I feel like cuddles with Ushi or Aone on a rainy day would literally just be bliss

YESSSSS. oh my god. such big boys. they’d be so cozy.

ushijima doesn’t think anything about it. he goes on his run and comes back soaked and is in and out of the shower before you can chastise him. you have to drag him back for bed afterwards. he doesn’t really know what to do with himself when you first start dating but after a while and a lot of coaxing you finally get him to initiate the cuddling. his favorite position is burying himself against your chest or stomach and letting you play with his hair, though he recognizes that he’s over 200 lbs of love and needs to give you a break sometimes. he’s really warm too. even when he’s the one shivering, he still feels like a portable space heater.

aone loves the rain but get startled easily by loud thunder. usually he’s fine but every so often he nearly jumps out of his skin. it’s very cute. but he’s a pretty stiff cuddler in general. doesn’t quite know what to do with himself so he lets you move him around. he just sits or lays down and lets you melt around him. his favorite thing is when you settle your face right against his or against his neck. he also loves when you cradle him close, letting him wrap his arms around you and fall asleep against your chest or tucked under your chin. he’s really sensitive so he loves when you just gently scratch his back or the back of his head. it makes him shiver. he loves falling asleep with open windows, listening to the rain come down outside and watching with half open eyes as the room lights up with lightning strikes. and of course, you never fail to give him a quick kiss on the top of his head or his forehead every time he’s startled by loud noises.

Today's self care story is;

Something, something, best laid plans of mice and men. It was supposed to be a surprise.

You'd think Bucky would learn that such things just aren't really possible with Steve, if only because he pays so much attention to Bucky that any change in behavior is instantly noted.

It'd be annoying, if it wasn't so damn sweet.

He'd just wanted a bit of time to practice. He'd gotten a bit rusty since he'd last done this; some time near the beginning of college, if he remembered correctly. A brief stint at a Rocky reenactment theater. He's been doing it off and on for years and years, though; having Natasha Romanoff as a best friend guaranteed that any gender conforming opinions that lived in his head died a swift and decisive death early on.

But, as he said, it'd been awhile. He wanted everything to be perfect so practice was a must. His mistake had been telling Steve he was going home early, though.

Because Steve loves him, and knows how important his classes are, and worries about him, and has to make sure that he's okay, and not sick or overwhelmed or breaking down in their shower again (that only happened once! It was Midterms!)

And so, Steve also came home early, anxious and calling out for Bucky as soon as he walked in the door, quickly following the sounds of shuffling, muffled curses, and...sharp thumps on the hardwood?

Bucky couldn't help the blush that stained his cheeks and ears as he flopped gracelessly into Steve's chair, only moments before Steve rushed into the living room. The older man's arrival had startled him enough that sitting was the only alternative to busting an ankle, so he had absolutely no time to try and hide.

He ran an exasperated hand through his hair as Steve's gaze roved his body, seeking any distress or pain, before locking and not moving from...

"Buck?"

"Uh...surprise?"

Steve could only nod dumbly, eyes still glued to Bucky's feet. Which were clad in a pair of very beautiful, very expensive looking, black leather stilletto heels. They even had brilliantly red soles. Steve’s vision began to swim as his pants began to tighten.

Now, Bucky was nothing if not smart and adaptive, and very quickly realized that, even if his surprise had been pre-empted, it was still very much welcomed. He could absolutely work with this.

His straighted up in the chair, pulling his legs close instead of letting them sprawl, and very slowly, very deliberately, crossed his legs, knee over knee instead of the more open and casual 'calf on thigh'. The position created a delicious and almost painful pressure on his cock, but it was easily ignored as he watched Steve tremble and swallow loudly.

"Would you like to take a closer look...Daddy?"

Steve dropped as if he's legs had been cut from under him, easily dismissing the pain as he crawled towards his lover, low enough to the floor that his tie was dragging, not that he gave a shit. Every part of him was focused on black leather, pale skin, and rapidly reddening cheeks. Both of their breaths became more and more ragged with every inch that Steve crawled closer until they were barely a hair's breadth apart; Bucky gripping the arms of the chair so tightly his knuckles were white, and Steve almost immobile with how tight his pants had become around his cock.

So, so slowly, Bucky uncrossed his legs and settled his foot in the crease of Steve's hip, pushing the older man to kneel upright. Keeping their eyes locked together, he began applying pressure to the sharp heel of his pump, pressing deeper and deeper into the sensitive skin beside the tent of Steve's engorged cock.

Steve's moan vibrated through both of them. His cock twitched visibly. A wet spot began forming just underneath his belt.

And Bucky could only drink it up.

"Do you like them, Daddy?" he whispered, bringing his other foot up to rest on Steve's thigh, splaying his own to relieve the pressure behind his zipper. "I chose them just for you. Don't you think they match the pretty panties you got me for our anniversary?"

Steve moaned again.

"In fact," Bucky continued, sliding a hand from the armrest to the front of his jeans, "they match so many of the pretty, pretty things you've given me. The panties I got for my birthday, the corset from last Christmas, the stockings and garter belt from Valentine's...they all pair perfectly. But this, I think...," with fingers that only trembled slightly, Bucky released the button of his jeans and yanked down the zipper, "this is my favorite set."

That barest glimpse of a black leather waistband and red lace that matched the heel soles perfectly had Steve collapsing forward to bury his nose in the delicate fabric, moaning and cursing and rocking his hips into the sharp and erotic pain of the stillettos still pressed into his skin.

The pleasure was nearly blinding until Bucky pushed him back, murmuring assurances in the face of his whimpered protests.

"C'mon, Daddy," Bucky crooned as he pushed to his feet. "We're gonna see how fast I can make you come while you're fucking me in these heels. I can't wait to dig them into your hips and have you hold them as you pound me."

Steve could only follow the sharp sound of heels on hardwood to their bedroom and the promise of new and sublime pleasures.

It was a promise well kept.

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