Summary: Bucky Barnes was skyrocketing through promotions at his advertising firm. Now, a partnership position is opening and if Bucky wants to see his name on the building, he needs to impress not only Mr. Tony Stark, but his wife Pepper. To do this, it takes a team, a couple to be exact. Bucky asks his ex-wife Natasha to set him up with the perfect girl, blonde, tall, thick thighs and huge tits, but with the personality that’ll get Pepper all smiles.
What Bucky gets? Tall, blonde, thick thighs…and a penis. Can this male escort pretend to not only be Bucky’s fiance but also impress Pepper enough to win Bucky the promotion? Is he going to impress Bucky enough to get him to sleep with him?
Steve loves working for his tip.
Ceasefire (ao3) - ipoiledi
steve/bucky
E, 4k
Summary: It's too hot out to be alive, is what it is.
Conviction (ao3) - ipoiledi
E, 3k
Summary: “Why d’you want it?”Steve swallows and his eyes search Bucky’s face, dark now.
“I just,” he says, but his voice comes out hoarse, and so he tries it again. “I just do, Buck, I want — I want you to know that I trust you. I want to give you that.”
Got Me Going Crazy (ao3) - orphan_account
steve/bucky
E, 3k
Summary: Basically, the one in which Steve is an oblivious sweetheart and Bucky doesn't know how to deal with that.
Have you no idea that you're in deep? (ao3) - theladyingrey42
E, 3k
Summary: Bucky wanted Steve to understand. The future could feel fucking awesome.
At least when it was vibrating in your ass.
Higher Ground (ao3) - EmilianaDarling
E, 13k
Summary: A year and a half after the events of The Winter Soldier, Steve's been acting recklessly. Bucky deals with it as best he can.
I'll Be Seeing You (ao3) - OhCaptainMyCaptain
steve/bucky
E, 10k
Summary: “C’mon Steve,” Bucky coos jokingly. “Try n’ get me to come home with you.”
Legs As White as Sugar, Candy on the Window Sill (ao3) - OhCaptainMyCaptain
steve/bucky
E, 15k
Summary: Steve's a fucking little tease. The worse part is he knows it.
‘Cause Steve’s still got those fucking black-rimmed glasses on, but the beanie’s gone and his hair is perfectly styled like one of those rich kids whose parents could afford to send them to prep school. Bucky’s zipper scrapes against his sudden and uncontrollable erection when Steve walks onto the stage wearing a motherfucking schoolboy uniform – white button-up tee shirt and tie and fucking crest and everything.
No 'I' in Team (ao3) - thepinupchemist
E, 5k
Summary: When Bucky moves into Avengers Tower, he notices something off about Steve. Steve isn't doing so hot -- and he's pissed that Steve's new friends haven't noticed. He gives them a piece of his mind. Loudly.
AKA, Steve has PTSD and the Avengers fail to pick up on it. This makes assassin boyfriend unhappy.
No One Wants Your Opinion (ao3) - thepinupchemist
E, 5k
Summary: Wherein Bucky loves to cuddle Steve Rogers, Steve comes out on national television for the sole purpose of spiting conservative politicians, Tony sees things he wishes he hadn't, and Pepper doesn't know why she even bothers.
Not Another Supersoldier Fantasy (ao3) - triedunture
steve/bucky
E, 16k
Summary: Bucky finds a popular sex toy modeled on Captain America's own anatomy. Well, isn't this just perfect? Because even after all this time, he still hasn’t seen Steve’s supersoldier cock. But apparently in this day and age anyone with $29.95 can get a decent replica. The unfairness of this is of galactic proportions.
One Caress (ao3) - fuck_me_barnes
steve/bucky
E, 26k
Summary: In which Steve learns how to become comfortable with touch, and there is one very good dog, and a slow-burn romance.
Orgasmus (ao3) - OhCaptainMyCaptain
E, 13k
Summary: It had always felt like his life was nothing but decision-making; what with work, taking out the dames, making ends meet all the time at home - Bucky was always expected to have the answers. That’s how society told him he needed to be. When he was at home, though, things were different. The second his shoes came off and that front door was closed, the only thing Bucky had always wanted was for someone to take care of him.
Not ‘someone’, not really. Steve. Bucky wanted Steve to take care of him.
P.S I Love You (ao3) - L1av, The_Nerd_Alert
E, 158k
Summary: Steve Rogers was too asthmatic, too small and too unfit for the military. When his university was advertising for the Mail-A-Militant penpal program, he thought he'd give it a shot. Support someone out there fighting for their country with no family. What he didn't expect was for a man like Bucky Barnes to write back and flirt with him. He didn't expect Bucky to be gorgeous and he didn't expect to fall in love with the man he'd been corresponding with for a year. Now Steve faces his biggest fear and challenge yet; Bucky is coming home and worst of all... Steve gave him a picture of his best friend, Peter Quill instead of his own to stave off the rejection.
What happens next is the last thing Steve ever thought could happen...
rediscovery (ao3) - ignisgayentia
steve/bucky
E, 3k
Summary: It's Steve Rogers' birthday, and he only wants one thing; Bucky relearns what he likes to be called in the bedroom. Ahem. Daddy. Shameless smut.
S is for Steve Rogers is a Little Shit (ao3) - OhCaptainMyCaptain
E, 23k
Summary: Or: Five times that Steve Rogers was a dirty cocktease and the one time Bucky got the best payback possible.
1: Pre-serum Steve seduces Bucky for the first time
2: Steve tests Bucky's restraints while on a mission
3: Nothing good ever happens when they're sitting in a meeting, Bucky has a vibrator up his ass, and Steve's holding the remote
4: 'But you're keeping the outfit, right?'
5: Dirty dancing and lollipops
+1: Steve goes to confession
Sweetener (ao3) - goldheartedsky
E, 5k
Summary: Bucky comes home drunk after striking out on a date.
Steve ends up being the next best thing.
That Ass Though (ao3) - nothingamonth
E, 3k
Summary: Bucky has been living in the twentieth-first century for a few months alongside the other former Avengers. He didn't think he could be surprised by anything anymore, at least until he walked in on his best guy and an Asgardian god wrapped around each other like a pair of snakes, he realized how wrong he was.
Or, in which Bucky is jealous of Steve's jeans.
Unsuitable Breeding Stock (ao3) - sarahyellow
E, 30k
Summary: “You fucking son of a bitch!” Steve is spitting out, furious. His face is going red, poor thing, and Bucky feels a twinge of guilt for having smiled. He knows he shouldn’t be encouraging it.
“Calm down, sweetheart,” he says. “It’s gonna be okay.”
Bucky brings his omega home.
Watch Your Mouth (ao3) - Enalena
E, 5k
Summary: Bucky finds out about the whole 'language' thing and after expressing his confusion to Steve, he goes about proving to himself that Steve's use of bad language is just as awful as anyone else's. If not worse.
Or "That time Bucky fucked Steve so hard, everyone's perfect image of Captain America was crushed".
ok so i didnt really have any headcanons that i could think of so i wrote a fic instead
i really hope you meant spicy like the wink wonk spicy or else this is going to be really awkward but... take some pre-war boys in love!
ship: Stucky
content: NSFW 18+!!
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Into Your Arms
A gentle hand on Steve’s chest wakes him with a start. He doesn’t remember falling asleep, but it had been a long morning filled with restocking shelves at the local grocer for Mr. Martinelli and it must have worn Steve out more than he realized. Looking back, though, it makes sense. He’s still trying to kick that recent cold that had knocked him on his backside for upwards of a week and his body must have tired out quicker than usual. Which is saying something seeing as he’s always fatigued.
The hand smooths down over his heart and Steve melts, Bucky’s familiar scent washing over him. Sweat, cinnamon, and the slightly salty-sour smell of the docks. Only Bucky can make it work. Only Bucky can make Steve absolutely ravenous, stinking with sweat or freshly bathed.
“Shh, s’just me,” Bucky murmurs and Steve rolls over, blinking tiredly up at him. Bucky softens, but there’s a certain darkness to his eyes. Stress and something else. Something that makes Steve’s cock stir in his boxer shorts.
Steve smiles blearily and rakes his eyes unabashedly over Bucky’s frame. He’s stripped down to his own boxer shorts and tank top, his hair sweaty and curling over his forehead. Steve reaches up to tug at a lock before brushing it out of his eyes.
“Long day?” he asks, shifting backwards as Bucky takes the motion as an invitation to climb onto the bed and over Steve’s body. Steve settles back against his measly pillow, spreading his legs and letting Bucky shift between them. They’re both hard now.
“Very,” Bucky says, leaning down to kiss Steve’s jaw, trailing back to his ear and nipping at his earlobe. “Was wondering if my fella might help me unwind.”
Steve smiles and lets his fingers sink into the short strands at the nape of Bucky’s neck, tilting his head away to allow Bucky access to that sensitive spot just below his jaw.
“He might be up for it,” Steve mutters, eyes fluttering shut as Bucky takes the hint and starts pressing feather light kisses down his neck.
He’s shirtless and Bucky trails his hands down his sides, making him whimper and squirm. He latches onto one of Steve’s nipples and Steve’s back arches, mouth falling open in a soundless gasp.
“Glad to hear it,” Bucky says, voice low and rough. It drives Steve insane every time he hears that particular cadence to Bucky’s tone-- pure and raw. “Been thinking about you all damn day… such pretty noises you make, sweetheart.” Steve whines softly as Bucky’s hand trails down over his belly and onto his cock, cupping him through his boxers. “Just like that.”
“God, Buck…” Steve breathes, eyes rolling back as he rolls his hips into Bucky’s grip. “You make me fucking crazy.”
“Mmm,” Bucky hums, working Steve with his hand until he’s sure he’s going to come in his fucking shorts before they can even do anything. Bucky must sense this, because he pulls away, stripping off his tank top before reaching down to run his fingers under Steve’s waistband, waiting for permission.
“Yes,” Steve agrees and lifts his hips to let Bucky pull down his boxers, spreading his legs as soon as they’re gone.
Bucky moans, pausing to stare. Steve blushes, suddenly shy as he often gets when he’s so spread out, his cock curving up towards his stomach, hard and leaking at the tip. He holds his ground, though, staring straight back and reaching out to tug at Bucky’s boxers.
“Please,” he whispers, and Bucky chuckles, leaning down to kiss Steve as he works off his shorts.
“I gotcha, sweetheart,” Bucky says, letting Steve finish undressing him as he reaches up to cup his jaw.
They lay together, bodies melding together and falling into a familiar rhythm as they kiss. Bucky’s tongue slips into Steve’s mouth and he moans quietly, heart slamming in his chest-- as thrilled as the first time they did this together. It’s been three years now that they’ve been dancing this dance and Steve still feels that novel excitement. The knowledge that they beat the odds and chose to love despite the world telling them otherwise stoking the fire in his soul and making it burn brighter.
Bucky’s hand has found his cock again and moves down to roll his balls in his palm. Steve gasps, breaking their kiss and pressing his face into Bucky’s shoulder, hiding his moans in the skin there. There’s a moment where Bucky pauses his ministrations to press a soft kiss to Steve’s hair-- a promise-- and Steve wants to crawl under his damn skin and live there.
Then Bucky’s fingers tease his hole and Steve can’t stand it anymore.
“Buck,” he groans. “Get the-- it’s under--”
“Yeah,” Bucky agrees and pulls away just long enough to lean over the side of the bed and dig into the shoebox they keep underneath for the vaseline. The familiar sound of the lid being screwed off has Steve’s cock twitching again on instinct, his hole clenching around nothing like it knows what’s coming.
Steve watches with rapt attention as Bucky warms some petroleum jelly between his fingers. Bucky looks at him and smiles-- lopsided and sweet and every bit of softness that Steve can never quite seem to get right when he sketches him. He reaches up to trace a finger down his strong jaw and Bucky leans into the touch, smiling wider.
“You ready, sweetheart?” he asks.
Steve smiles back. “Yeah,” he says and spreads his legs wider. Bucky looks down and his eyes get impossibly darker.
“Yes, you are,” he moans and reaches down to circle his pointer finger around Steve’s rim before pressing in.
The sensation never fails to shock Steve a little and his eyes widen as Bucky slowly breaches that tight ring of muscles. He’s watching Steve, as he always does, for signs of discomfort as he begins to work Steve open, purposefully avoiding that little bundle of nerves inside him. Steve is shaking by the time Bucky’s worked another finger in, clinging to his shoulders and biting his lip to stay quiet.
By the time he’s sufficiently open, there are tears leaking down the sides of his face. Bucky kisses them away as he pulls his fingers out, swallowing Steve’s whine in a kiss.
“Just gotta get myself ready, then I’ll take care of you,” Bucky promises, their lips barely parting.
“Please,” Steve manages and Bucky huffs out a breathy laugh, pushing himself up and reaching down to gather more petroleum jelly.
The sound of Bucky working the jelly over his cock is obscene and Steve bucks his hips up into nothing, desperate and wanting.
“Be patient, darling,” Bucky chastises with no real heat. He holds Steve’s hips down and lines up his cock with his hole. Steve stills, holding his breath as he waits.
And then-- God-- and then Bucky’s pushing in and Steve’s lips part as his head spins. They slot like the last two pieces of a puzzle, moving together in tandem to fit seamlessly. Bucky adjusts his weight as Steve automatically wraps his legs around his waist, drawing them closer and urging Bucky the rest of the way in.
“Fuck,” Bucky grunts, forehead resting against Steve’s as they breathe together, adjust to the fullness; the tightness.
“I know,” Steve says.
Bucky starts to move, his strong hips thrusting forward as he fucks into Steve, slow so that the bed doesn’t creak too much. It’s frustrating as hell, but Steve almost enjoys the torture of being taken apart so carefully. Their breaths mingle together and Steve lifts his head to nip at Bucky’s bottom lip.
Bucky complies, kissing him soundly, his hips barely faltering as it grows more heated. Steve loses time, he thinks-- Bucky brings him out of his head in the best way possible. Nothing exists in the moment except for their bodies, the sounds of the city muted as they meld together, joined at their very core. Art, made between them, and Steve wants to smudge the rest of the world out with paint.
Steve comes first, back arching as he soundlessly releases onto his stomach, his hole clenching around Bucky’s cock and sending him over the edge a moment later. His release fills Steve up and they come down to the sensation of his come seeping back out of his hole. Steve shudders, and keeps his legs wrapped around Bucky’s waist, wishing he could keep him buried inside him forever. Keep him to himself, because he’s a selfish man. He knows that. He wants this forbidden love and he wants it all to himself.
But then Bucky’s pulling out and Steve is brought incrementally back down to earth. He hides his disappointment in another kiss, but Bucky can read him like a goddamn book, because he rolls them over and hoists Steve up, carrying him to the other bed and laying them both down. It settles something in Steve, because the only thing better than being fucked by Bucky is being held by him. Safe in his arms. Secure in the knowledge that Bucky’s love spans beyond their bodies.
Bucky carefully cleans the release off Steve’s stomach and thighs with the corner of his blanket and Steve’s chest flutters with gratitude. He doesn’t like to stay sticky and Bucky knows that.
He curls closer to Bucky, sated and content. Bucky kisses his forehead, hand splaying between his shoulder blades. His thumb brushes over Steve’s spine and he shivers, resting his good ear over Bucky’s heart and letting his arms tuck close to his chest between them.
“I love you,” Bucky says, and Steve can hear his heart beat faster. He smiles.
“I love you, too.”
Outside, the sounds of the city start to filter back into Steve’s awareness, no longer in that suspended haven that sex provides. But that’s okay, because Bucky’s love is a haven that never fades away.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 12/12
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel, Captain America (Movies)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, bucky/steve, Steve/Bucky
Characters: Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Sam Wilson (Marvel)
Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, A/B/O, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Bucky Barnes, Omega Steve Rogers, Post-Captain America: The Winter Soldier, Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes, Captain America Steve Rogers, Protective Bucky Barnes, Touch-Starved, Texting, heat - Freeform, Bucky Barnes Recovering, Recovered Memories, Scenting
Summary:
It's unnatural for Omegas and Alphas to lose each other.
Steve's bones ached for his other half.
Then he gets a text.
*****
The Winter Soldier really was going to stay away from the blond. Steve.
He had every intention of going off the grid, finishing Hydra off for good, before he turned himself in. But those blue eyes, that heart of Steve's...they belonged to him. The Soldier knew it did.
“You’d look amazing with a pup on yer hip,” he murmured, startling Steve. The blond sat up slightly and looked at him, brow furrowed. “Buck, you know I can’t-” “Yeah, yeah, Stevie, I know, but we can adopt! Just like Sam and Rhodey did with Wanda,” the alpha told him, smiling wide as he looked up at his mate. He was feeling giddy just at the thought of having a pup in their home. “Plenty of kids out there who would love to be part of our family.”
“Waffles, p’ease,” Tony murmured, laying his head on the omega’s shoulder. Steve smiled and nodded his head, carrying the little omega into the kitchen. He settled the pup onto the table and poked his nose gently, enticing a soft giggle from the boy. “Steeb, can we have choc’late chips?”“Of course honey,” the blond man said, gently tickling the boy’s side.
“Poor kid just fell down and seized right there in the exam room, totally scared the shit out of me.” Steve bolted upright, his eyes wide with panic. Tony whimpered at the sudden movement and curled into Bucky more, his little face scrunched up. The alpha tightened his hold on him and gave his omega a look.
“I wish you could be my brother, then you could stay forever,” the young pup murmured, moving around the table to hug onto Harley. The blond teen looked down at the boy with wide eyes before wrapping his arms around him and holding on tight.
“Stay away from my pup,” Bucky snarled softly, placing himself protectively between Howard and the small group of three still clinging to each other. “So you’re the one who took on my greatest failure,” the other alpha commented with a sneer. Bucky’s eyes narrowed dangerously and he got even closer into the older man’s face. “Walk away before you say something that gets you seriously hurt,” the brunet growled.
“Edward.” A shake of the head. “Benjamin.” Another shake. “Joseph.” “You’re not even trying,” Tony accused, crossing his arms over his chest. “Benjamin’s nice though. That can be his middle name.” “Oh well since you’ve already decided."
“Why do we even try to keep up with you people?” Sam grouched as he helped Steve put away everything in the kitchen. The beta was putting the glasses away in a cupboard, careful as he unpacked them from the box one by one. “Three kids and a house, I’ll never catch up.” “I don’t think it’s a competition, Sam,” Steve told him with a smile.
“You act like you’re not going to be supervised by an adult,” Harley said, cuffing the younger’s ear and smirking when the omega yelped. Since Tony was incredibly young to be in college, they’d put him in Harley’s apartment. The alpha would be able to watch out for him and since they were actually siblings, he wouldn’t be bothered by Tony going into heat. “Why do you have to crush my dreams like that?”
“Boyfriend?” Bucky asked, a growl lacing his words. “Oh stop. His name is Ty and he’s a very nice, charming alpha. Just wanted you to know before you got a whiff of him and got all rutty,” the omega told him. “Do not embarrass Tony.”
“Boyfriend?” Bucky asked, seemingly materializing out of nowhere. The brunet alpha was immediately up in Loki’s personal space, trying to intimidate and size him up all at once.
“Boyfriend, hm? A good one this time hopefully?” Steve asked, crossing his arms over his chest. “The best. Harley-approved and all,” Tony told him, biting his bottom lip as he watched Loki and his father.
He looked up and came face-to-face with icy-blue eyes. The alpha had a white coat on, meaning he was a doctor.
“I-I am so sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going,” Tony stuttered, his face turning red the longer he looked at this alpha. The man smiled slightly and handed over some of the books before helping the omega up. “Not a problem, I was too busy looking at my phone,” the doctor told him. “Dr. Stephen Strange.”
“You have my blessing.” “Stevie!” Bucky protested. “Oh hush. You always get like this, Wade’s not even allowed in our house because you think he’s going to molest Peter,” the blond scolded his mate, swatting at the alpha. “What?” Peter asked, his voice cracking from the shock.
“You’re pregnant?” Steve exclaimed, immediately off of the couch and running over to hug the three of them excitedly. “I’m gonna be a grandma!” “Well, yes and no,” Loki said with a chuckle. “Anthony isn’t pregnant.” “Then what do you mean?” Peter asked, his brow furrowing. “Riri, you can come out now, darling,” Stephen called. Everyone watched with wide eyes as the little alpha girl came out of the kitchen, running over and hiding behind Tony’s legs.
“Honey! Babe, I’m home,” Steve called as he entered the apartment, tossing his keys onto the table by the door. He closed his door with his foot and carried the grocery bags into the kitchen. “Brock?” “Yeah, Steve, I’m comin’. I was in the bathroom,” Brock answered as he came around the corner. The omega giggled as he started pulling everything out of the bags to start putting away. He purred when arms wrapped around him from behind.
“You- You hit me!” Peter exclaimed. “You never hit me!” “I didn’t mean to! You wouldn’t get off’a me!” “‘Cause you won’t talk to me! Wade, I’m your best friend, why won’t you talk to me?” Wade growled in frustration and pulled his hood further down over his face when he caught Peter trying to look at him. He smelled of angry, anxious alpha over his unique taco and iron smell.
I'm not making any promises. by Ohlookitsabi, Stucky_Barnes
(Last updated Sep 7, 2018) 3 chapters
steve and Bucky are together, They are happily inlove... but what happens when SOMEONE tries to get in their way? (this is my first fic so I'm sorry in advance)
Popping by himawri45 (kotaka_kun)
*Finished* 2 chapters
Steve and Bucky are expecting (again, or it could be their first), and Steve hasn’t taken the changes to his body so well and with each new change, he grows more self-conscious and embarrassed of his new appearance. The latest change, he noticed one morning, is that his belly button has popped. This makes him super embarrassed not only because of how apparent it looks, but it also is very sensitive and to make matters worse, he gets razzed about it by Bucky, their kids and/or his friends.
Splintered Beginnings by angel_with_a_nuclear_bomb
*Finished* 3 chapters
HYDRA gave up on human experimentation after their 500th subject failed. They theorized that if they changed the original form to something more substantial, the project could survive. Their first subject was immensely successful, vicious yet obedient. Their second subject.... That's a little bit of a different story. But what happens when the Avengers intercept their first subject, and HYDRA's house of cards slowly begins to to fall? *STARRING* Bucky as a chunky wolf Steeb as a tiny wolf and Bucky as a traumatized human Steeb as an even more traumatized human
It's been a long day without you, my friend by AyeeItsJaee
(Last updated Nov 24, 2019) 1 chapter
Packs are the most important thing to Steve. Ever since he was a child he believed he would form a pack with Bucky. And then the war and the serum happened. the two hardly got to even speak. Bucky fell off of the train and Steve crashed in the ice, he thought he was dead. He sometimes wished they never found him. He didn't have his Alpha. Everything changed when hydra attacked Nick Fury and Steve found him again. Bucky was alive. He was alive and taking care of a fourteen year old while is aunt was in the hospital.
Date Night by himawri45 (kotaka_kun)
*Finished* One Shot
“You feeling okay?” “I’m fine,” Steve assured him, “Just Braxton Hicks.” Bucky looked surprised at that. “I’ve been having them off and on all day, it’s no big deal.” “Is it bad?” he pressed. “We can go home if you’re not comfortable, y’know.” “I’m fine, Buck.” Steve squeezed Bucky’s hand. “Really, it’s okay. Just means my body’s getting ready and all. It’s nothing to be worried about.” Bucky looked unsure but dropped it once Steve began looking over the menu. Steve was glad for it - he didn’t want Bucky to have to spend their night together worrying himself over Steve. Steve could take care of himself.
The Same Star by Annaelle, dolarhyding, Juulna
*Finished* 6 chapters
The year is 2117—nearly 100 years after the Third World War and 50 years after the discovery of the Alpha-Omega gene mutation—and the United Research Space Agency has landed its first manned mission on the recently discovered tenth planet, named Gaia. On this planet, there are now seven souls—that they know of—led by URSA’s finest, most driven Captain; an Omega named Steve Rogers and his loyal Alpha, Bucky Barnes. The mission—a dream mission, a mission the entire population of Earth follows with bated breath—will soon become a nightmare for all involved. The mission is hastily aborted when a freak storm of unimaginable proportions hits suddenly, forcing the team to leave the surface of the planet—all but one. Bucky Barnes is left behind, assumed dead by all, even his grief-stricken Omega. The vast distance between them increases every minute, and it might be more than he—and his mate—are capable of handling. With such distance, it is only a matter of time before Separation Sickness takes them and makes them lose control—the one thing Steve, leader of the Gaia Exploration Crew, cannot afford to lose.
Remember Dreams by Stuckylover4ever
(Last updated July 22, 2020) 11 chapters
In a world where Beta rules the world, Alpha's and Omega's are trying to survive. Going to a college would be hard enough for Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, and Peter Parker if they weren't dealing with being Omegas in a world where Omega's aren't allowed much. Each one of them is dealing with a pregnancy on top of Steve's health issues. As much as Tony Stark loved his daughter, he didn't want to be a stay at home dad. While he didn't mind it, Tony wanted to have a good education as well. Beta's are known to be given everything while being allowed to do what they want. Alpha's, on the other hand, are required to go to college, get a good job, then settle down. Omegas are only allowed to have families. Going to college isn't allowed for them, and if they do go, then they are looked down upon. Follow them as they learn to love, dream, and change the world. Each one of them has a story to tell, and they want to tell it. Life is hard, but when you are told what you are supposed to do, then life get's harder.
honestly thought i’d be dead by now, but what you can trust is that i need your touch by moonythejedi394, raynaki
*Finished* 17 chapters
Bucky is 37 years old; he’s unmarried, hasn’t had a Sub of his own, is definitely not ripped, comfortable at his job as an Advanced Practice RN at Brooklyn General ER, and just got his Five Years coin from AA. Steve is 26 years old; he’s unmarried, his last and only Dom has Alzheimer's, he's worryingly muscular, uncomfortable in his job as the government’s poster Alpha for masculinity and strength, and worries more than he should about his BMI. Unfortunately, Steve and Bucky meet initially in a not-cute moment. Bucky’s tired as shit thanks to the sudden alien invasion that shook New York and Steve is tired as shit because he hasn’t slept more than 20 minutes at a time in – well, since 1936, probably. Bucky’s Alpha instincts get irritated at the sudden presence of another "Alpha" into his territory and Steve’s suppressed submissive tendencies latch onto this grumpy bachelor Alpha and he only suppresses it further. Bucky’s grumpiness and Steve’s duckling impressionism aside, both of them are a mess. But since both of them are a mess? Their messes seem to fit pretty well together.
Fairy Tales Are Lies We're Told So That We Keep Dreaming by Fallen_Ash
(Last updated June 20, 2019) 5 chapters
This is a story about a group of friends, who came together in the most unlikely of situations, to battle for what they believe is right.
So the Story Says by monsterradio
*Finished* One Shot
A prophecy once said that a warrior with scales for skin and fire for breath would tie with a prince of a kingdom so vast it spanned half the land. Alpha King of Dragons, James, thought it was just a story whispered around a fire until a crow came from the kingdom of Shield, hailing the coming of age of their Omega heir.
What the Doctor Ordered
Conflict of Interest
In Equal Measure
Be Your Alpha if You Wanted
Coming to Terms at the Turn (of the decade) by sarahyellow
*Finished* One Shot(s), 4 chapters
Steve is a sickly adult omega who lives under the custody of the state in the 1940's. He's always insisted on riding out his heats alone but after the disaster that was his last cycle he is forced to choose: pair with one of OmegaHouse's support alphas, or undergo a therapeutic procedure to fulfill his heat.
Much to Steve Roger's chagrin, a handsome new alpha is assigned to his hall at the Brooklyn Heights OmegaHouse.
Things in the House haven't changed too much in the past year and a half. Well... some things have. Steve's turned eighteen now, he's started courses at the community college. Alexander Pierce has been elected the 33rd president of the United States. Oh, and James/Bucky? He's Steve's hall alpha and he's kind of growing on him. Until he isn't.
Another look into the lives of Steve Rogers and James (Bucky) Barnes at the Brooklyn Heights OmegaHouse. Steve and Bucky are still diametrically opposed.
Things've been confusing between them ever since his heat. Bucky had given Steve what he’d needed, and Steve’s been feeling indebted to him ever since. He’s got newfound respect for Bucky. And… maybe something else. He hasn’t put a name to it yet, has been too afraid to. But it’s been plaguing his thoughts. According to House rules it’s probably inappropriate, but neither one of them knows what to do about it.
Summary: There’s many things Bucky hasn’t done since the last century, and many others he hasn’t done in the new one.
Words: 3988
Warnings: smut (PowerBottom!Sam)
The vegan place was only half-crowded, allowing the heroes to enjoy a peaceful meal with only one request for a picture. Sam and Bucky had been on a long spree of trying things Bucky hadn’t had the opportunity of doing since he woke up from the Winter Soldier, and it was going too well for Sam’s taste.
You’re only trying things you know you’ll like, he insisted before Bucky finally agreed to blindly follow Sam to a place he didn’t necessarily want to visit.
Only through that method did Sam accomplished his need of getting Bucky to try vegan meat, because Sam Wilson was a health freak, as Bucky put it, and he was a sucker for vegan places altogether. So he dragged the supersoldier downtown, no matter if Bucky didn’t get the point of eating meat that's not meat if you can eat meat. He even teased Sam for being a fake vegetarian, but when the order of a falafel mix patty with a side of fries landed in front of him, he stopped complaining. It did look like a fine burger, which was a point in Sam’s favor regarding his enthusiasm for spreading the word: plant-based food is just as good, Bucky, and it’s healthier.
A few silent bites from both of them, and Bucky had already decided he liked the blessed fake hamburger, but he was more focused on the spectacle that was contemplating Sam eat.
He was sloppy, and concentrated, and when he got ketchup all over his chin, Bucky couldn’t help but stare with cherishing eyes.
"Told you I loved these, stop judging." Sam said, his wording muffled by the food in his mouth.
A smile claimed Bucky’s features, "I'm not judging."
Sam took a bite, still pretending to ignore Bucky’s intense sight, "Ah-huh?" he swallowed in order to speak properly. "Then what is it?"
Sam’s reaction only made Bucky feel more aggressive butterflies in his stomach, because Sam had such a diverse spectrum of charm. He was charming in the morning, sleepy and forcing himself to be active because nobody dare say I’m not a morning person. He was charming in his fight gear, the goggles and everything, he was extra charming in a suit and tie, and he was charming when he wasn’t allowed to enjoy his meal in peace, all cranky and stuffing his face. The fact that Bucky was utterly and dangerously in love with him had never been so loud.
He raised his eyebrows like he couldn’t believe himself, "Fuck, I really love you."
The words had Sam choking on his burger. Bucky laughed to himself while Sam coughed, going back to his lunch with exceptional carefreeness. Meanwhile, Sam cleaned his mouth with a napkin and sat back on his chair as he finished chewing.
"You mean that?" he finally looked up at the man.
"Yeah, of course." Bucky replied like it was no big deal.
One of the many things roaming Sam’s cloudy mind was that this was the least romantic setup possible, and so of course Bucky would just spill the words right there. His internal reactions varied from ‘fuck this guy’ to ‘fuck, I love him too’. And although his insides churned with giddiness, he managed to focus back on eating with a huge grin on his face.
"So, better than real meat?" he returned to the original teasing.
Bucky acted as if he’d already forgotten about the former subject and followed along.
He narrowed his eyes in indecision, "I wouldn't go that far."
"Well, it's better for you."
The pair continued arguing over food and heath, and it was a discussion Sam was bound to win, but Bucky refused to give Sam so much credit because in his eyes, he was too perfect already, so he didn’t need another win.
-
"I'm not doing social media." Bucky snapped back at Sam.
As they sat on the couch, legs crossed and facing each other, Sam kept bothering him and asking for his phone with an obnoxious hand gesture.
“Just admit you don’t know how to use it.” He chuckled.
“Sam, I can hack a computer mainframe.” Barnes lowered his head with seriousness, “I think I can manage a phone.”
“You can plug in a pendrive the right way and let it to the hacking for you, that’s not the same thing.” Sam taunted about something that wasn’t entirely false, then asked for the phone until Bucky handed it to him with an exaggerated eye roll, “What do you use this for?”
Barnes shrugged, “I call you. That’s pretty much it.” He confessed before going back to his offended part, “See? I don’t need social media.”
“So you could be using a senior citizen phone.”
“That’s rude.”
“You’re old.”
With that being said, Sam broke the joking with a kiss he planted on Bucky’s lips. Bucky laughed into it a little, kind of breaking character, and gave into the way Sam slipped his tongue in. they only realized their bodies were drawing closer and their breaths were getting heavier when Sam’s hand travelled to Bucky’s thigh in a way it hadn’t before. The Falcon stopped himself abruptly.
"I need to ask something."
Bucky sat back, giving him the physical room to be open, "Shoot."
"Have you ever, uh...?"
"I'm not a virgin, Samuel." He interrupted with offense.
Wilson let the low laugh claim him as he faced down, "That's not what I'm asking."
"It sounds like you are." Bucky relied on that offended tone like he was being accused of something that was actually bad.
Sam looked up and pressed his lips together to ease his amused smile, but eventually, he had to force himself to look serious, "I mean with a man. Have you?"
"Oh." Barnes scratched the back of his neck, "I've- I uh, I've had my fair share of... experiences." He stared into Sam’s eyes, waiting for a response.
Sam frowned, "What does that mean?"
Bucky couldn’t deny anymore the fact that he was struggling with the subject. He didn’t want to seem inexperienced, but the truth is, he was. And if Sam needed him to be experienced then he would disappoint, and he wanted nothing more than treating Sam like he deserved to be treated, when the timing was right.
"That I've never... you know.” He looked away, “Not 'cause I don't wanna, I've never really thought about it? I dunno if I'd be into it. But I'm willing to try-"
"I'm gonna stop you right there.” Sam cut his rambling short, “I don't wanna fuck you like you think I want you to… I was sort of hoping you'd top me."
"Oh. Okay." The response settling him a lot more, Bucky shrugged nonetheless, "Well, I haven't done that either. I wouldn't... I mean, I don't know-"
"I can show you. So long as you really want to do it. We don't have to."
Bucky thought that that was probably how it’s supposed to feel. When you’re with someone you really love and they really love you back, it feels comfortable and it feels safe. With Sam, he was willing to try anything.
He licked his lips with concealed nervousness before replying truthfully, "I'd like that. Soon."
-
The next time the twist in their bellies caught them, they were cuddling to a Star Wars marathon. They’d run out of snacks hours ago, and were now just lying in each other’s embrace, in their pajamas. Although Bucky was really enjoying the saga, the sci-fi nerd that he was, they were both starting to believe a whole marathon hadn’t been the best idea.
"How many more of these?" Bucky asked, mildly complaining.
"Like...” Sam counted in his head, “Four."
"How do they keep making so many Star Wars? You'd think they'd run out of plots eventually."
"There're full decades between each trilogy." Sam defended the franchise.
"I wouldn't come up with these new storylines if you gave me half a century.” Bucky reckoned, and it was a matter of seconds before he realized something that would add some terribly dark humor to the sentence, “And I had half a century on ice to come up with 'em."
Unfortunately, the bad joke didn’t receive much praise. In fact, Sam remained silent, trying to think of a good response as he tensed up a little.
"Sorry.” Bucky looked down, a small grin of regret appearing, “No joking about it, I know."
"No, it's fine.” Sam intended to prevent Bucky from feeling bad about it; he had every right to process his trauma in any way that he wished, so in an attempt to ease some of that sour feeling he knew Bucky had in his stomach, he kissed the man’s knuckles with care, “It's your bruise to pick at. So long as it's funny to you."
Barnes felt safe enough to be honest with Sam at all costs. That didn’t mean he didn’t feel wrong from time to time.
That’s how he felt, an awkward smile drawn on his lips as he shook his head lightly, "It wasn't.” He let out a nervous chuckle, “Don’t know why I said that."
Sam gave him some mental space by refraining from any further comment. He proceeded to concentrate on the movie in order to drop the subject, but after a few seconds of bothering silence, he was pretty sure the sour feeling in Bucky’s gut wasn’t dissipating. When he turned to face him, he saw clear discomfort, which is why he turned off the TV. Bucky didn’t take his eyes off the now black screen.
"Hey." Wilson practically purred as he placed a finger under Bucky’s chin.
It was almost instant, Bucky’s distressed look turning into a much calmer one when his eyes met Sam’s.
"You breathe through it, 'member?"
Barnes nodded and took a breath, before grabbing a gentle hold of Sam’s face and kissing him on the cheek; a deep and grateful kiss.
"You're not feeling okay?" Wilson asked.
“No, I am. I'm good.” Barnes said truthfully, “Thank you."
They both returned to a cuddling position, Bucky holding Sam tight to his chest and running a thumb up and down Sam’s temple. The latter didn’t want to shut his eyes, no matter how much he was enjoying that simple yet perfect moment. He wanted to take everything in for a second. If he could stay like that for days without the need of food or drink, he would. Feeling far too content and cherished, Wilson wrapped his arms around Bucky’s waist in a rush of adoration, then buried his face in Bucky’s chest to plant his lips against his clothed torso.
"I love you."
Shivers ran down Bucky’s spine, before a joyful smile escaped him as he shut his eyes to enjoy the way Sam dropped childish little kisses on his chest and pec. It wasn’t long until something took over his body, something powerful that had him accommodating into a position where he could kiss Sam.
He slipped his tongue in and let it twirl against Sam’s, seizing the opportunity to drag up Sam’s body with an embrace that helped him pin the man down to the bed. Sam hummed in content, receiving Bucky’s coddling and the way he seemed to have lost his thoughts in the kiss. Suddenly, Sam felt the expected lump in Bucky’s pants grow hard, yet he thought it was best not to mention it, in order to keep the whole situation pressure-free. That was until Bucky decided to drag up his legs and straddle Sam’s waist rather enthusiastically, for the way he started moaning into the kiss after the smallest friction informed Sam of his lover’s intentions.
Sam withdrew his face so he could break the kiss, earning a much focused and very lustful look from Bucky.
"You, uh...?" Sam mumbled the half-assed question.
As a response, Bucky kissed his neck and hummed in absolute approval. He knew he wasn’t coming off too dignified, but too desperate instead, but he didn’t mind. As long as he had Sam’s skin against his. His hands roamed Sam’s neck and shoulders and jaw and face, exploring every bit of exposed skin that could provide Sam with some amount of pleasure. When Bucky’s hips sunk down on Sam’s, the latter let out a censured moan.
It suddenly came to Bucky that he hadn’t verbally confirmed Sam’s willingness, and although he was pretty damn sure Sam wanted to do this more than he allowed himself to display –so he wouldn’t make Bucky feel bad if he decided to change his mind-, he thought to himself that he still had to ask. When he sat back on his calves and placed a tentative finger above the string of Sam’s sweatpants, he gave him the prettiest look Sam had ever seen.
“Do you... want to?” Bucky found himself pretty ignorant when it came to phrasing, which kicked some insecurity back into his pounding head.
Sam offered him a sweet smile, “Yes, of course. I’m just making sure you’re not getting carried away, ‘s all. I want you to be comfortable.”
Bucky planted another kiss onto Sam’s lips before going back into frantic mode.
“I am.” He panted into his mouth, reaching down to undo the knot holding Sam’s pants up.
He only sat back again when he had total freedom to lower the hems and free the painful erection that had grown inside Sam’s underwear. He could tell Sam was holding back, by the look of the trapped member, and when he lowered the boxers as well, nothing could stop Bucky from grabbing a desperate hold of Sam’s groin.
Sam sat straighter, propping himself up on his elbows and gestured for Bucky to come closer. As he kissed the latter tenderly, the man who hadn’t had sex in a while slid his hand up and down Sam’s shaft, using his pre-cum as some sort of lube. He’d definitely had a fair share of experiences, Wilson thought.
With the slow pace Bucky followed to stroke him, Sam found his breath picking up his own pace. He laid back and let the pleasure seep through him, but a few seconds later, he was caught up by the movement of Bucky shifting own lower on the bed. he lifted Sam’s shirt to gain access to his stomach, which he began kissing.
"Oh.” Sam was vocal about his surprise when realizing how fast Bucky was going, “Okay."
Barnes’ kisses drifted from Sam’s belly to his hipbones in the blink of an eye, and that’s when Sam noticed the lack of spontaneity and natural progression in his lover’s acts.
"Okay.” He made him stop, “Dude."
Bucky looked up, wondering.
"You trying to prove something?" Sam asked with no inhibitions whatsoever.
Bucky’s expression made it seem like he was shocked that Sam would even ask, "Yeah, that I'm not a virgin." He explained, as if it was obvious.
Wilson let out a laugh, not intending to be mean, but genuinely amused by the fact Bucky would think about that.
"I believe you. You can stop the demonstration."
The positive affirmation soothed Bucky’s concerns about not being smooth enough, and so he nodded with a grin right before launching back onto Sam’s lips.
"I, uh, I wanna do it." He confessed in a low tone.
Sam's tummy did a flip, "Alright then." He did his best to hide his excitement.
"I mean it.”
“I know.” Sam grabbed Bucky’s chin with softness and forced him to look directly into his eyes, "Double check?"
Barnes was unable to hide the big eye roll that took over him. Sam had to know by now how desperate he was to get laid. It had been almost a century –not really, but in sexual abstinence time, it felt like it had been the full seventy years- since he’d had sex and he violently needed it. but not with anyone, of course, with the man he loved. With Sam, who knew exactly how to make him feel safe, who knew when to mess with him and when to simply exist by his side, who Bucky adored like he never had before. He had never felt more at home than with him, so yes, having him there, his cock out and still wondering if Bucky wanted to go to town sounded ridiculous.
"Yeah, fucking triple check.” He let out as he held Sam’s face with both hands, “I want you."
That’s all Sam needed, really. Bucky continued to take the initiative because, well, sexual abstinence, and he helped Sam out of his pants before removing his own shirt swiftly, while Sam mimicked him. Their mouths collided angrily as Sam positioned himself to straddle Bucky, and the latter gripped his hips and pushed his weigh down on his own agonizing erection.
"Oh, god." He shut his eyes without processing the words coming out of him.
Sam let himself be manhandled and enjoyed it. He bit his lip as he propped himself up, both palms down on each side of Bucky's resting head. It was when he reached for the lube in the nightstand that Bucky’s confidence began straying away, realizing he didn’t really know what to do next. Luckily, he felt a heavy weight be lifted off his chest when he saw Sam taking the initiative now. The more experienced man stood up and removed his boxers, and Bucky wanted to admire his lover’s body as a whole, yet he was too worried about what he was supposed to be doing to gawk at it; instead, he took off his own underwear at the speed of light and sat on the bed while Sam got the bottle of lube open.
As Sam went back to his former position, Bucky stared up at him with absolute uncertainty, "What do I...?" he swallowed hard before he could even finish the sentence.
"I'll show you." Sam hushed him.
He proceeded with squirting lube on his palm as he distracted Bucky with a deep, long kiss, and although it blurred Bucky’s vision, he understood that Sam was prepping himself when a lubed finger guided his metal hand to Sam’s behind. Without any words, Sam showed Bucky how to push in, and when Barnes separated his bionic fingers and Sam’s hole gave in, the moan that came out of Sam's lips made Bucky think he wasn’t so lost after all. He was doing it right. So he worked his lover open, causing him to start panting and rest his mouth against Bucky's cheekbone, toning sweet little noises and hitting the inexperienced man with his hot breath.
"Fuck, Sammy, you feel so good." Bucky admitted, pleasantly surprised.
After a minute or two, Sam sit up and got the same hand lubed up again, this time to coat Bucky's dick. The feeling made him shiver, but he managed to sit straight for Sam to tease his own entrance with Bucky’s tip. Bucky felt the butterflies in his tummy, and that was when Sam began slowly sliding down Bucky's length, until he could fully sit down; Bucky held him tight, his arm wrapped entirely around Sam’s torso, and a groan escaped him from the amazing feeling of having him like that. Being inside him but also being able to embrace him completely was almost too much.
"God." He trembled slightly.
"God, Bucky." Sam mimicked him unintentionally, feeling whole.
Wilson rested his head on Bucky's shoulder while Bucky's rested back in the air, his hands keeping a tender grip on Sam's nape. They both submerged into the stillness, enjoying the intense moment until Bucky’s head was less dizzy and his head lulled closer to Sam’s. The latter’s eyes were still closed, and the slightest movement of their hips made him gasp.
"I love you." He moaned out.
He didn’t even give Bucky enough time to say it back, because he immediately started riding his dick up and down.
The lightheaded sensation returned to Bucky as he felt completely taken by Sam. He was claiming him, getting himself off on his cock, pushing him back on the bed with care until his head hit the pillow. And Bucky allowed Sam to take him, he just watched the man prop himself up by planting his palms on Bucky’s chest.
Sam was riding him like it was too easy, and it let him mesmerized and amazed, all the while the lower half of his body felt under both a rough pressure and a devious release.
“Is this- agh.” Sam groaned, unable to focus on his words when he moved his hips so intensly, “This good?”
“Yeah, Sammy, it’s good.” Bucky spoke in barely a breath, taking one of Sam’s hands and kissing it.
Then Sam took that hand of his and drew a finger across Bucky’s temple to his cheek, dragged them along his chin and mouth until Bucky’s lips gaped, which he didn’t know if it was because of Sam's fingertips or his incapacity to say anything, given how immersed in pleasure he was. When Sam withdrew his hand from his features, he knew the answer, because his mouth was still gaped open, and the smallest moan came out with special effort.
Still taking what he needed from Bucky, Sam intertwined his fingers with the bionic ones, pinning Bucky’s to the mattress right above his head. It helped Sam push himself forward and ride him faster, before placing a sloppy and breathy kiss on Bucky’s half open mouth. When the latter emitted something entirely incomprehensible, Sam drew back to let him talk.
"Fuck. Sam, I'm gonna-"
"Wait." The man acting as the ultimate power bottom cut him off.
He slowed down, sat straighter and stroked himself out, made himself cum with a few drawn moans.
That, was the icing in the cake. Bucky felt him tighten around his dick, he felt the hot liquid on his chest and he knew he couldn’t hold it back anymore. He lost it, chest heaving up as he came and his sounds choked back too deep into his throat to even go past his parted mouth. It wasn’t until he heard Sam breathe out in recovery that he let out a noise that sounded more like he was in pain than in pleasure. But it was pleasure, good god it was pleasure.
Both men rode down with heavy breathing, but Barnes was in a state of shock. The instant that Sam found his face, though, Bucky grinned. He had just shown Bucky a goddamn millennial treasure.
Sam kissed his collarbone, still breathless, "All good?"
Bucky ran a hand down his face while he regained his breath.
"Shit, yeah. Great."
"Better than your fair share of experiences?" Sam teased.
It drew a dumb smile on Bucky’s face, his eyes still closed as if he worried that if he opened them, it would all have been a dream. He hugged Sam tight to his chest until they were both lying down.
He shook his head with amusement, "I can't even remember those, suddenly."
Sam would eventually pat himself on the shoulder for teaching Bucky how to top him, for it seemed like it was now Bucky's favorite hobby. He'd hop in the shower and smother Sam with neck kisses until he became jelly under his touch. He'd stroke him, suck him off before dinner. Sometimes he'd start prepping Sam only to realize he just wanted to finger him to oblivion and get his cock to cum untouched. That turned out to be his favorite.
But sometimes he just wanted to do him from behind and smother him. He'd relish Sam's shoulders, his nape, his back, kiss every inch of skin he could reach while doing him slowly and never forgetting to let him know how loved he was. Sam felt like he'd cracked the Da Vinci code by showing Bucky the wonders of having sex with the man you love. And Sam, he worshipped his man right back.
I know I've said it way too many times already and I'm just screaming into the void now but....
Guys
Bottom!Steve
Top!Bucky
I really don't know what people see that makes them write literal pages after pages after pages of Bottom!Bucky and Top!Steve, but I'll tell you what I see that makes me cry over Bottom!Steve and Top!Bucky.
Bucky is a caretaker.
He takes care of Pre-Serum!Steve. He probably takes care of the guys in the army as the Sargeant too. He takes care of fucking goats seventy years later.
It isn't just a thing he does. It's a part of his healing process.
Steve is untethered.
The entire beginning of ca:tws is basically just Steve wandering around lost. He goes to the museum, looking for some direction or epiphany. He goes to Peggy, talks about feeling purposeless. He goes to the VA, talks about not knowing what he even wants.
He's looking for something or someone to ground him, tell him what to do with himself, take care of him.
Bucky has spent far too long not being in control of himself. He benefits from reclaiming that control, over himself and his surroundings.
Steve has spent far too long being in control. He's the Cap, the Man with the Plan. Give him a mission and he's totally in his element as the leader, but when it comes to himself...maybe he just doesn't want to be in control anymore. He's so tired.
The fact of the matter is, Bucky is better at helping himself, at healing and moving forward than Steve is. Bucky leaves and rebuilds himself for two years. Bucky buys plums because they make him happy. He chooses to raise them goats.
Steve helps everyone except himself. They leave him alone with nothing to do and he's gonna beat up the punching bags. He's gonna isolate himself (except for that cute guy who jogs in that Air Force shirt), he's gonna jump off planes without a parachute. He's gonna devote all his time looking for Bucky, waiting for Bucky, destroying Hydra...taking care of the rest of the team ( I mean Wanda), taking care of Bucky.
For him, taking care of others isn't therapy, it's avoidance.
Ever think Cap may be holding out for a hero of his own?
It doesn't actually matter who tops or bottoms. But it does become a problem when we fixate so hard on the idea of a Steve who's always on top, always in control, always on. Honestly, that just sounds like Captain America propaganda.
It becomes a problem when we fixate on a Bucky who's always the damsel in distress, who's always at the bottom.
And that's what I'm afraid of I guess. Because when we do this....we erase a large part of both of their characters. The part of Steve that needs someone to save him from himself. The part of Bucky that was never a damsel at all, that is instinctively nurturing.
Another quality ship is pre!serum Steve Rogers and Daddy Bucky Barnes. The s i z e difference alone. Post Avengers Steve getting Bucky back and Bucky putting him right back on his knees where he belongs. "Just because you got big doesn't mean your not my baby Stevie. Open up for Daddy." After loving how his titties bounce he starts having Stevie wear lingerie. Pretty pink panties with baby doll slips to match the glow of Stevie's freshly spanked ass. Daddy's firm hand is all he needs. ❤♡💙
My darling Stucky anon!! ❤♡💙 Y E S!! I'm usually a bottom!Bucky kind of gal but you h a d me at the size difference. 👀
Especially with little Steve's bring it the fuck on attitude. I can see him pushing daddy!Bucky's buttons and I'm here for it. 🔥
"Just because you got big doesn't mean you're not my baby, Stevie." THAT LINE, R I P AMBER (I love that nickname so damn much. Everytime I see it in a fic I'm like 😍)
Oh lord, Steve in pretty pink lingerie with his head thrown back in ecstasy as Bucky pounds that well spanked ass? And daddy gets to watch those cute titties bounce? Maybe even gets his mouth around one of those hard, aching nipples because he loves the way it makes Steve moan his name? BURRY ME HERE.
And yesss! I’ve read many good fics and I’d love to share them with you guys 💓
There’s this...
Here goes the summary
Steve struggles to push himself upright, already muttering, “Sorry, sorry, sorry,” and stops when Bucky’s metal hand clamps down onto the back of his neck. It’s hardly more than its usual gentle hold, but immediately Steve melts, tension leeching from his body even as his heart pounds in his chest.
Bucky draws in a ragged breath behind him. “Is that what you want?” he asks after a pause.
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There’s also this one!!! I love it!!!
PROMPT: BDSM (DOM!BUCKY & SUB/PET!STEVE) + PET PLAY + TEMPERATURE PLAY + GUN PLAY + COME PLAY + PRAISE!KINK + AFTERCARE + SAFETY WORD
Fuck, Steve looks mouth-watering when he offers himself up like this... Golden hair purposely tousled, as if the man had just rolled out of bed after a night of sleeping funny... The clothing’s always different – Bucky makes sure to pick out his Stevie something real nice whenever they play... He’s had Steve dress up so many different ways, and every time, Bucky takes his first look at him and thinks, This one can’t be topped.
It always can be though, oh yes. Taking one look at Steve in the doorway, head down with those messy golden wisps of hair sticking out all over the place, wearing nothing but a pair of skin-tight black leather pants and that beautiful black leather collar around his throat…
Bucky instantly knows this is his favorite look yet...
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This other one is really, really good,
Bucky finds out about the whole 'language' thing and after expressing his confusion to Steve, he goes about proving to himself that Steve's use of bad language is just as awful as anyone else's. If not worse.
Or “That time Bucky fucked Steve so hard, everyone's perfect image of Captain America was crushed"...
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Let me know if you guys would be interested in more fics 😘 there are many more on my favorites list that I’d love to share with you 💕💓
