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after hours by brideofquiet

Rating: Explicit 

Relationships: James “Bucky” Barnes/Steve Rogers

Tags/Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Restaurant, Chef Steve Rogers, Chef Bucky Barnes, Age Difference, Boss/Employee Relationship, Workplace Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Dom/sub Undertones, Intercrural Sex, Barebacking, nobody tell the health inspector anything, steve's love language is cooking, and being stern

Status: Complete

Wordcount:  7295

Summary: None of it’s exactly how Bucky pictured working for a chef he’s admired since he was a teenager, from the food style to the fucking—but he likes it. Wouldn’t trade it.

Excerpt:

A hand touches the small of his back—so barely there Bucky could have imagined it, but he knows he didn’t. The air whooshes out of his lungs all at once. By the time he glances over his shoulder Rogers is already moving down the line, but Bucky lets himself look at Steve’s profile for just a moment. There’s sweat on his brow and his cheeks are pink from nose to temple—it’s hot near all these stovetops.

Bucky spends the rest of the evening careful not to over-char the lamb, and trying not to think about when he’s made Chef Rogers look flushed and sweating like that.

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Collar Full of Chemistry (Rich People Are Wild series) by 2bestfriends

Rating: Explicit

Relationships:  James “Bucky” Barnes/Steve Rogers, Minor or Background Relationship(s)

Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Sub Bucky Barnes, Bottom Bucky Barnes, Dom Steve Rogers, Top Steve Rogers, Post-Serum Steve Rogers, BDSM, Bad BDSM Etiquette, Unsafe BDSM, No Safeword, Consent Issues, Other: See Story Notes, (Consent Issues are Implied), (Due to an Initial Lack of Safewords), (Which is Eventually Addressed), (Please See Notes for More Information), Ongoing Implied Consent, Eventual Explicit Consent, safe sex, Condoms, First Time, Virginity, Anal Sex, Hand Jobs, Subspace, Somnophilia, Restraints, Prostate Milking, Porn Watching, Anal Plug, Gags, Verbal Puppy Play, Humiliation, Name-Calling, Vibrators, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Subdrop, Aftercare, Sexual Fantasy, Sounding, Edgeplay, Cock Warming, Oral Sex, Chastity Device, Nipple Clamps, Hand Feeding, Spreader Bars, Feminization, Spanking, Lingerie, Exhibitionism, Possessive Behavior, Non-negotiated punishment, Under-negotiated Kink, Flogging, St. Andrew's Cross, Kink Negotiation, Safewords, Puppy Play, Collars, Cock Rings, Muzzles, Bondage, Domdrop, Meet the Family, Coming Untouched, Dry Orgasm, Rimming, Humbler, Ring gag, Sensory Deprivation, Breathplay, Barebacking, Multiple Orgasms, Forced Orgasm, Overstimulation, Inflatable Anal Plug, Cock & Ball Torture, Masochism, Sadism, cock sheath, spanking bench, Suspension Bondage, Voyeurism, Rope Bondage, Choking, Mile High Club, Making Love, Quickies, Shopping, Birthday Presents, Topping from the Bottom, Pining, Temporarily Unrequited Love, Seasickness, Break Up, Trying to move on, Creepy Brock Rumlow, Panic Attacks, Feelings Realization, Background Relationships, Natasha Romanoff/Becca Barnes-Proctor, Happy Ending

Status: Complete

Wordcount: 188437

Summary: Steve is very rich and desperate to feel in control of his life again after a recent divorce has left him feeling bitter and lonely. When he keeps crossing paths with a disaster twenty-something, an unconventional solution presents itself. Steve's always been one for following his instincts.

Bucky is very broke and can't seem to catch a break, especially after some asshole fires him for one fucking mistake. So of course, it follows that he should sign a contract agreeing to do everything and anything that same asshole wants for a whole year in exchange for a payout that could finally change his life for the better.

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AKA a fantasy BDSM romance featuring heavy mutual pining, feelings denial, and enough kink to blackout a bingo card. We know what we're about, son.

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Excerpt:

"Okay," says Steve. "Bucky. I like you."

Bucky narrows his eyes at Steve. "Do you? Or do you like what you think I represent? Some poor kid you wronged that you think you need to make something up to? Because I told you, I'm not interested."

"I do," shrugs Steve. "Like you, that is. Something keeps pulling me back. And like I said, I think I can offer you something."

"Oh yeah? If it's a job, I'm not going anywhere near Stark Industries again," snaps Bucky. Growing impatient, now. Get to the point, Steve.

"No," says Steve. "Not a job. An arrangement."

Bucky's face flushes scarlet. "I'm not a whore."

"Okay," says Steve agreeably. "And I wasn't asking you to be one."

"So you don't want to fuck me?" asks Bucky bluntly.

"I didn't say that, either. I said an arrangement." Steve leans forward again, close to Bucky to ensure no one else hears their exchange. Not that there's much chance of it, considering how loud the music is, the bustle of other people and voices in the crowd. "Would you like to hear the terms of the arrangement?"

Bucky looks torn between horrible curiosity and stubborn resentment. He doesn't want to give an inch to Steve.

Steve wants to take a mile.

"Fine," he huffs, not backing away. "What are the terms?"

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i'm a believer (got a fever running through my bones) by voxofthevoid

Rating: Explicit

Relationships:  James “Bucky” Barnes/Steve Rogers

Tags/Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply, Captain America Steve Rogers/Modern Bucky Barnes, SHIELD Agent Bucky Barnes, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Steve Rogers, Alpha Bucky Barnes, Developing Relationship, Fluff and Smut, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Knotting, Semi-Public Sex, Butt Plugs, Marathon Sex, Dominance and Submission, Spanking, Mild S&M, Mating Cycles/In Heat

Status: Complete

Wordcount:  16742

Summary: Everyone knows Captain America is an alpha. His tragic romance with Howard Stark is as popular a topic for movies and academic papers as his exploits in the war. Sure, Stark never said a word, and he clearly moved on, given that Tony Stark is currently alive. But even now, people like to gossip in hushed whispers about how sad it is that Howard Stark passed away a mere two years before they found the good Captain in the ice.

Bucky gets it, alright? Alpha/omega is the norm. Matches sanctioned by god or whatever bullshit your conservative Christian sect of the day likes to ramble about. It’s the twenty-first century, and the world still runs on a maddening policy of straight until proven otherwise. Thing is, Bucky has most certainly proven otherwise and has been doing so since he was a wee alpha panting after some knothead or the other because being queer didn’t magically make him any less stupid than your average horny teenager.

Bucky’s an alpha, Bucky likes alphas, and he’d love nothing more than to climb Steve Rogers like a goddamn monkey bar.

- Steve meets Bucky on a flaming helicarrier. It’s not the most romantic first meeting, what with the Nazis and the bullet wounds, but they make it work.

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lay me down (tell me i've been found) by coffeeinallcaps

Rating: Explicit

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers

Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Dom/sub relationship, Mutual Pining, Explicit Sexual Content, Emotional Constipation, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Anxiety Attacks, Safeword Use, Subspace, Warm and Fuzzy Feelings, Idiots in Love

Status: Complete

Wordcount: 25188

Summary: The collar is a little on the heavy side, and incredibly soft against Bucky's skin. Even softer than he thought it would be. It seems to fit snugly, and for a second he feels like he can't breathe. Then, Steve slides two fingers under the collar and runs them along the inside, almost all the way around. Bucky shivers. Goose bumps spread down his back, his arms. "How does it feel?" Steve murmurs, hooking his fingers into the ring and giving a gentle tug on it. Bucky swallows. Nods.

(In which billionaire businessman Steve shows up and turns Bucky's life into an improbable fantasy.)

Excerpt:

When he turns back around, Steve is giving him one of those soft, fond looks.

Bucky is more than half hard by the time he finishes picking up and folding each item of clothing individually. Steve hasn’t spoken a word since ordering him to undress, is just silently watching him, and Bucky feels weirdly self-conscious all of a sudden. He realizes he has involuntarily wrapped his right hand around his left elbow, as if to hide the scars from Steve’s view, which is ridiculous; he makes himself let go. He doesn’t look at Steve’s face again, keeps his eyes downcast as he starts toward the master bedroom for the second time.

Steve says, “Wait.”

Bucky waits, skin prickling with anticipation.

“On your hands and knees,” Steve says.

Bucky’s mind briefly whites out again.

He’s been in this position several times by now, kneeling naked at Steve’s feet. The position itself is nothing new. It’s the thought of what comes next—the long, slow crawl across the room and down the hall, Steve silently watching him from here, casually in complete control—that makes Bucky’s head spin. He feels hot and shivery at the same time.

“Go on,” Steve says, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind Bucky’s ear.

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everest by mcwho

Rating: Explicit

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers

Tags/Warnings: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Drabble, Dirty Talk, Steve Rogers is Not a Virgin, that last tag undersells it i need something like, Steve Rogers is Fucking Filthy, Name-Calling, Top Steve Rogers, Bottom Bucky Barnes, Multiple Orgasms

Status: Complete

Wordcount: 904

Summary: Three O's in, and Bucky can’t quite remember which way is up anymore.

Or, Steve gives and gives and Bucky takes it.

Excerpt: 

Steve holds both of Bucky’s wrists in one of his hands, pressing them into the pillow above his head.

“Tell me,” Steve says, voice low, lips against Bucky’s marked-up neck. Bucky lays boneless against the sheets, thighs wrapped around Steve’s waist, each thrust crowding him up the bed a little. “Tell me what you want.”

“Unh,” Bucky groans. Steve fucked his communication skills out of him at least an hour ago.

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Hearts Aflame by wearing_tearing

Rating: Explicit

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers

Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe - Small Town, Twisted and Fluffy Feelings, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Mating Run, Omega Bucky Barnes, Beefy Bucky Barnes, Alpha Steve Rogers, Post-Serum Steve Rogers, Minor Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov, Reunited and It Feels So Good, Scent Marking, Possessive Steve Rogers, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Rimming, Bottom Bucky Barnes, Knotting, Felching, Bonding

Status: Complete

Wordcount: 7215

Summary: Running is freeing.

That’s what Bucky holds on to when he gets in place, surrounded by thirty or so Omegas, all ready to start the Run. The wind on his face, the earth beneath his feet, the speed that takes him through the trees and deep into the woods.

Running is freeing, even when you’re running with the promise of being caught.

Excerpt:

Bucky smiles to himself. If there is an Alpha out there who really wants him, they’ll sure be in for the chase of their lives.

And that’s when Bucky feels it: a gaze on the back of his neck, sizing him up, and someone waiting to pounce.

Bucky doesn’t give them a chance.

On quick feet and with a smile on his face, Bucky uses the hard earned strength of his body and dashes off along the pond and away from his admirer. He can hear laughter and the swish of feet behind him as they run through the trees, jump over fallen logs, and steer away from other participants.

Bucky’s heart races as fast as his legs run and the butterflies in his stomach flip with each passing step. Excitement and curiosity colors his every breath, but he fights off the urge to glance over his shoulder and catch a glimpse of whoever is chasing him.

This Alpha is smart, Bucky thinks with a smile. Bucky didn’t hear them approach the pond nor did he scent them in the air. They must have been downwind, looking their fill and biding their time, until Bucky’s instincts let him know someone was near and he gave chase.

It seems this Alpha also wants to see what Bucky is made of.

Bucky is more than happy to oblige.

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Sex-Bot Bucky by roe87

Rating: Explicit

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers

Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Canon-Typical Violence, Action/Adventure, Action & Romance, Post-Serum Steve Rogers, Engineer Steve, Robot Bucky Barnes, Sex Doll Bucky, Alternate Universe - Robots & Androids, Android Bucky, Robot Kink, Robot Sex, Robot/Human Relationships, Gay Robots, Angst and Humor, Science Fiction, Comic Book Science, Humor, BAMF Bucky Barnes, very BAMF, submissive bucky barnes, Praise Kink, Awkward Flirting, Bad Pick-Up Lines, Dirty Talking Bucky Barnes, Fluff, no 5 is alive!, Top Steve Rogers, Bottom Bucky Barnes, Protective Steve Rogers, Robot Feels, Mildly Dubious Consent, Enthusiastic Consent, depending on your view of sex dolls i guess, Caring Steve Rogers, Fluff and Crack, Crack Treated Seriously

Status: Complete

Wordcount: 13865

Summary: Shield Tech makes high end, life sized sex dolls for public consumption.

Steve Rogers is a robotics engineer, one of the best... until Shield takes Steve's designs and fires him.

The day Steve goes to try reason with Shield, a Bucky bot comes alive and happens upon Steve as he tries to escape.

So they run off together.

Excerpt:

“Uh, Matt?” Steve choked out. “Lemme call you back.” He hung up and watched in astonishment as an actual Bucky bot stalked across the lot towards him, eyes locked onto his.

Steve swallowed nervously, and glanced about for anyone watching.

Was this Shield's idea of a joke?

But no one else was there.

How was the bot even walking on its own, with no controller or wires? Steve looked the bot up and down as he approached. Who'd dressed him up in combat gear? And, honestly, he looked like he'd just been on a long hike through the nature reserve, all dishevelled and with a stray twig in his hair, and stains all over his clothes.

The bot stopped a couple paces away, and jerked his upper body forward, making Steve jump in alarm, but the bot was only doing a very dramatic hair toss, before fixing his eyes back on Steve and giving him a very deliberate wink.

“Hey. Handsome,” the bot said.

Steve dropped his phone in shock, his mouth opening and a strangled sound making its way out.

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Touch Distance by Claudia_flies

Rating: Explicit

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers

Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe - No Powers, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Massage, Explicit Sexual Content, masseur Steve, Client Bucky, Fluff and Smut, Everything is Beautiful and Nothing Hurts, Touch-Starved, Mild Hurt/Comfort

Status: Complete

Wordcount: 3732

Summary: “I got you a present” is always an ominous phrase coming from Tony. It could mean a nice cake from the fancy French patisserie a few blocks from the tower, or a rare supercar, or even a fleet of strippers. Or socks. That one time it had been socks.

Excerpt:

Steve lays a towel over Bucky’s shoulders, keeping him warm as he exposes more of his back, peeling the blankets down. Steve’s hands feel wonderful, their touch sure and strong, working the muscles over, touching Bucky in a way that no one has in years. It’s just been doctors or medical check-ups. Maybe a brief pat on the shoulder or the side of his right arm from a colleague, but the metal freaks everyone out. It’s just been easier to just not let people close.

But this, this feels different, and Bucky just floats with the sensations. He doesn’t know how long it’s been – it could have been days or only minutes, he’s been thrumming under the bliss of Steve’s hands – until suddenly, Steve is speaking.

“Would you like to turn around?”

Bucky makes as if to get up when he realizes. He’s hard, achingly so. His dick fat and engorged and pressing into the table between his legs. His balls feel heavy and tight, and he wants to roll them in his hand, pull on them just a little bit. He knows that Steve must have noticed him freezing. “Uh…I’m okay.”

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this won't be easy (wouldn't have it any other way) by aubadezayn

Rating: Explicit

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers

Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe - Royalty, Alternate Universe - Medieval, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Omega Bucky Barnes, Alpha Steve Rogers, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Mildly Dubious Consent, due to heat, Bottom Bucky, Top Steve, Arranged Marriage, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, I-Could-Love-You, Prince!Steve, Prince!Bucky, Consort!Bucky, Asshole Dad's, Societal body standards for omegas

Status: Complete

Wordcount: 7328

Summary: Prompt: "royalty / omegaverse fic with stucky? preferably with alpha!steve and omega!bucky in an arranged marriage because bucky, out of his siblings, is the only omega /and/ because their countries are feuding so an arranged marriage is seen as the only solution to an end to the war...an enemies to friends to lovers type fic would be great!! Also, I forgot this, but could you make it postserum!Steve / pre-WS!Buck?"

Excerpt:

The King laughed, and Bucky grit his teeth hard to keep his mouth shut. It was humiliating to be down on his knees before their enemy, offered up like a present to a faceless macho Alpha and his arrogant Father.

“Worthy? You offer me your son as a present, so that I will not break down your doors and seize your kingdom.” The King raised one eyebrow and stepped down towards Bucky. Bucky refused to flinch, even as the King’s palm came down patting his head. “A desperate offering does not have much worth.”

Bucky wished only the worse for Abrareria and its King.

“Father!” Into the King’s Hall strode an Alpha, the only Alpha between their two kingdoms that shone so brightly with power. Bucky could smell him without looking, he could feel his body react…and he hated it.

Steve, the beautiful, shining diamond of Abrareria, went straight to his Father ignoring their guests. He was sweating, straight out sparring likely since the King had called the ceasefire, and Bucky hated him even more. Perhaps in another life, had he born a peasant in Abrareria rather than an unfortunate omega prince, he would see Steve how his people must see him.

He’d see radiant health and strength, and an Alpha that could provide. Maybe Bucky would see a husband he could love, not just serve. In this life though, he seen only a captor.

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Okay, this is probs a little gross and I’m sorry, but I got a f*cked up head man. I read a bottom Bucky fix a while ago where sometimes he went into little space and Steve made him a bottle with his pee and semen in it. It was part of a series and I can find it anywhere. Every time I try to search the tags in Ao3, it doesn’t come up with anything. Do you know what it is? Or where to find it? Or who might have wrote it or anything similar? You’re a babe, thank you xxxxx 😘☺️

Can’t say that sounds familiar. Have you tried searching the watersports tag on ao3? That’s the only tag I can really think of that might have it. 

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You Got Me Banging On The Wall by sassystuckystan

Rating: Explicit

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers

Tags/Warnings: Neighbors AU, Meet-Ugly, Humor, Pining, Sexual Pining more like, Enemies to Lovers, Daddy Kink, Teasing, Rimming, Slight Spanking, Mild D/s, D/s overtones, Anal Sex, Voyeurism, Coming Untouched, Bottom Bucky Barnes, Top Steve Rogers

Status: Complete

Wordcount: 7278

Summary: Bucky's next door neighbor, while being the pinnacle of sex, is singlehandedly the most annoying and frustrating man on the planet. Naturally, Bucky's dick is very interested. Throw in a dash of internships, mild voyeurism, and traitorous roommates, you have a recipe for an all-out war.

Or, Bucky really needs to get laid but a semi-hate fuck would also suffice.

Excerpt:  

As is the norm for all his fantasies of his sexy neighbor, he is rock solid in seconds, moaning as loudly and whorishly as he can, hoping to disturb the other man’s sleep. In the midst of his cries and his vivid imagery of sweat glistening off of Steve’s body as he pounds into Bucky, he vaguely registers the familiar noises of Mr. Rogers’ alarm going off and the sounds of the man himself waking up. Undeterred, he picks up the pace and keeps jerking himself, practically screaming out in pleasure to ensure the other man heard exactly what was happening.

“Ooh god, Steve! Yes, fuck!” He screams as he shoots his load all over himself.

He doesn’t bother getting up to find a towel or clean himself up. He grabs his discarded shirt and wipes his stomach off quickly before curling up in a ball, with a very satisfied smirk on his face.

Ha! Take that you beautifully frustrating punk.

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Alpha Services by roe87

Rating: Mature

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers

Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Verse, Omega Bucky Barnes, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Light Angst, Bucky Barnes Needs a Hug, Bucky Barnes Feels, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Implied Bottom Bucky, alpha dating services, Dating, Chatting & Messaging, Sex Work, dial an alpha, Identity Porn, Pining, Fluff and Angst, Meet-Cute, Awkward Flirting, Flirting, Phone Sex, Implied Phone Sex, Identity Reveal, Secret Identity, Post-Serum Steve Rogers, Artist Steve Rogers, Engineer Bucky Barnes, Fluff and Humor, chubby bucky

Status: Complete

Wordcount: 18508

Summary: The leaflet was dark pink, and simply said, Going through your heats alone? Let us help you!

Bucky almost ignored it, because no omega wanted to be reminded that they were alone, thanks very much. But his curiosity was piqued, and he picked one up.

On the back it said Alpha Services, with a telephone number.

Excerpt:

Bucky felt his body start to heat up again, though he wasn't sure if it was heat or nerves. Maybe both.

He picked up the remote control for the ceiling fan, and turned it up higher. He breathed out when he got a nice cool blast of air, and looked at his phone in his hands. He made a note of the time. This was a premium rate number, he couldn't wait on hold forever.

Bucky sighed impatiently, adjusting the ear buds.

This hold music was annoying, he thought. It was like elevator music; bland and inoffensive.

"You'd think at least," he muttered under his breath, just as the line clicked and the music stopped, "they'd use better music."

Silence.

Bucky's eyes widened as he realised he was connected to an operator, and then he jumped in surprise when a warm, rumbling laugh filled his ears.

"Believe me, I agree," a deep voice said.

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Just Dropkick The Shame by MissyPJ, rohkeutta

Rating: Explicit

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers

Tags/Warnings: Captain America Steve Rogers/Modern Bucky Barnes, Shrunkyclunks, Mistaken Identity, Daddy Kink, Semi-Public Sex, Office Sex, D/s undertones, Bearded Steve Rogers, Fluff and Smut, Humor, Bottom Bucky Barnes, Anal Plug, Dirty Talk, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Desk Sex, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Undercover Missions, Identity Porn

Status: Complete

Wordcount: 7909

Summary: List of Stuff Bucky Shall Never Do:

1. Give up spider solitaire 2. Tweet TMI shit to celebrities 3. Get a fucking raise, it seems 4. Sleep with a coworker

He HAS tweeted TMI shit about celebrities, but he also has some common sense and knows that some people actually read their replies, so he a) posts only on his private account and b) never tags. Bucky's pretty sure that he's not the only person to have drunk tweeted about Captain America's daddy level, but at least he doesn't fucking call Steve Rogers 'daddy' to his face.

Until he kind of does, and breaks his fourth rule in the process.

Excerpt:

Watching him makes Bucky sometimes wonder why the hell Steve bothers with him - Steve’s very easy on the eyes, smart and funny as hell, and absolutely amazing in bed. He’s got a place in Manhattan, and suits that probably cost more money than Bucky makes in a month. Bucky’s just barely the athletic kind of lean, with a coif that doesn’t know what it’s doing, and a bad addiction to spider solitaire and Twitter; he’s slumming it with his human disaster flatmate Clint in Bed-Stuy and can afford nice clothes only if they’re on sale and his mom tailors them for him.

But then again, he might be a beanpole compared to the muscle madness thing Steve’s got going on, and his hair doesn’t know how to quit, but he’s also one of the leading experts in his field and has a new job in his pocket, as the head of the Stark Industries cyber security team. He’s genuinely funny and competitive as fuck, and according to past lays, his ass is a fucking miracle.

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A Memory Like A Haunting by cobaltmoony, DarkCaustic

Rating: Explicit

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers

Tags/Warnings: Time Travel, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, I just really like Tesla Tarasova and want her to be in more things, Cuddling, WWII Bucky, Established Relationship, Winter Soldier flashbacks, Captain America Reverse Big Bang 2018, collab project, Art By CobaltMoony, comic book villain

Status: Complete

Wordcount: 28698

Summary: “Why is Bucky’s line disconnected?” Steve asks.

“Steve, who are you talking about?” Clint asks.

Steve glares at him. “Bucky. You know. The Winter Soldier. My boyfriend. Long hair, metal arm. Come on, guys, this isn’t funny.”

“No one is laughing,” Natasha replies. “There is no one called the ‘Winter Soldier,’ and if you have a boyfriend, you certainly haven’t introduced him to us.”

“JARVIS, can you tell me if Bucky is in the building?” he asks instead of responding to Nat.

There is a long pause and then JARVIS’ clear voice comes down from the ceiling. “I have no records of anyone who goes by the name ‘Bucky’ entering the building.”

Or: Steve wakes from a nightmare only to find that Bucky no longer exists.

Excerpt:

Bucky loved their apartment in the Tower.

He was a less of a fan of Tony and he rarely spent time in the common spaces of the Tower (being around people who weren’t Steve for extended periods of time still stressed him out). But he loved being in New York City. He loved the view from their bedroom. He loved the huge, plush couch Steve bought for the living room. He loved the bookshelves they put up in the guest room and filled with novels and memoirs. He loved the ridiculous jacuzzi tub in their bathroom. He loved making messes in the kitchen and cleaning up after. They had a dishwasher but he still liked to wash dishes by hand. Said it settled him, the repetition, the familiar task.

He made Steve feel like he was present in the future for the first time since he woke up from the ice. Like the world had no longer ended and decided to kick the shit out of him a little more for fun.

But Steve stands in the quiet of his living room now and wants to rip his own skin off. The apartment isn’t the same without Bucky.

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They Say That Dreaming Is Free (But I Wouldn't Care What It Cost Me) by deepspaceprincess

Rating: Explicit

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers

Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Soulmates, Dreamsharing, Shrunkyclunks, Captain America!Steve, modern!Bucky, Angst, Winter Soldier!Bucky, Angst with a Happy Ending, Explicit Sexual Content, Dream Sex, Memory Loss, Amnesia, MINOR DESCRIPTIONS OF VIOLENCE, kinda angsty sex

Status: Complete

Wordcount: 12857

Summary: Steve has been out of the ice for only a few months when the dreams begin. He meets a nameless man in them and slowly figures out he needs Steve's help. But when Steve learns exactly who the stranger is, he is faced with a difficult decision: Kill the blameless stranger or risk his own life trying to save him.

Excerpt:

James seemed to sense Steve’s presence, because he looked over his shoulder and caught Steve’s eye. His hair fell across part of his face, casting a shadow over it. The change caused the stark blue of James’ eyes to stand out.

“James,” Steve breathed, overwhelmed by his beauty.

A confused look fell over James’ face, before morphing a moment later to one of wonder. “That’s me,” he said, a blinding smile blooming across his face, “You found out my name?”

“Yeah,” Steve answered, elated to see James smile.

Steve moved across the small room at the same time as James. When Steve stopped, unsure of what to do, James wrapped his arms around Steve’s neck. He flowed smoothly onto his toes to kiss Steve, who froze momentarily before placing a hand on James’ hip to help balance him. Steve pressed back against him, securing the kiss further. When James stepped back, a slight flush was on his face as he looked at the ground.

“Sorry, I hope that was okay. I just… You found out my name,” James said, tears slipping down his cheeks.

“I told you I would find you, James,” Steve told him, cupping the side of his face to wipe at his cheek with a thumb, “I’m not quite there yet, but I won’t give up.”

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The Grace Of The Fire And The Flames by chicklette, cobaltmoony

Rating: Explicit

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers

Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Fairy Tale Elements, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Post-Serum Steve Rogers, Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes, There's a harem, and an actual hydra, Explicit Consent, Explicit Sexual Content, D/s elements, No mpreg, no non-con, what kind of fairy tale do you think this is?, Wizard Erskine, Wizard Pierce, Dirty Talk, steve has such a dirty mouth, corset porn!, Bonding, Biting, Scenting, mentions of steve with OFC/OMC

Status: Complete

Wordcount: 31579

Summary: Since the day Prince Steven drew his first healthy breath, he's been focused on only one thing: destroying the many-headed Hydra that's been haunting their lands for decades. So when he returns from yet another fruitless hunt, the last thing he wants is to discover a new addition to his Royal Harem. But the new man is intriguing, and his scent is achingly familiar. Against his better judgement, Prince Steven wants more.

Winter arrives in Breukelen with no memory of his past, how he lost his arm, or who he really is. When the Wizard Pierce gives him a mission to get the Prince under control, Winter doesn't think twice. He wasn't expecting Prince Steven to be a good man, and Winter has to try to discover whether he should trust the prince - or his programming.

When their worlds start to fall apart around them, will they learn to trust each other and the love they've begun to form? Or will it all crumble to ash?

Excerpt:

“The thing about watching someone pleasure themselves,” Steve says, and Winter does not falter in his movements, returning to suck Steve, strong and steady. “Is that you learn so much.  Do they start out slow and easy, letting the pleasure build and crest? Or do they get right to it, diving in and going hard, chasing after a quick, but satisfying orgasm. Do they touch themselves all over?  And is it quick or slow? Are they shy with an audience, or do they enjoy another’s eyes on them? Is it all part of a show? If you’d chosen to pleasure yourself, I would know all these lovely little things about you, and the next time we’re together, I would be able to make it that much better.  Instead, I suppose we’ll have to stumble along, now won’t we?”

Steve feels his orgasm building, and he can tell already that it isn’t going to be wonderful.  It’s not going to be the full body, all-encompassing high he gets from holding someone else’s will in his hands.  Instead, it will be perfunctory, serviceable, but -

Winter whines and Steve’s eyes fly to the mirror.  He can see Winter’s cock hanging heavy between his legs, leaking to a puddle on the floor.  Winter’s scent hits him then, full-on in a way that hits Steve in the gut. It’s warm and dark - burnt sugar and peat.  Something about it pulls at his mind, in a heavy, visceral way. His stomach clenches.

“Oh,” Steve says, and in the next breath he comes, hard, and quick, and satisfying in a way he wouldn’t have believed, only a moment ago.

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A Midsummer Knight's Dream by cobaltmoony, GoldBlooded

Rating: Explicit

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers

Tags/Warnings: Reverse Big Bang Challenge, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Post-Serum Steve Rogers, Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes, kind of, Alpha!Steve Rogers, Alpha!Steve, top!steve, Omega!Bucky Barnes, Omega!Bucky, Bottom!Bucky, power bottom bucky barnes, Alternate Universe - FantasyA/B/O, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Fluff and Angst, Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Schmoop, ALL THE GOOD STUFF, Action & Romance, Romance, Happy Ending, Eventual Smut, Stucky - Freeform, Bonding, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Mating Bond, Top Steve Rogers, Bottom Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanov Is a Good Bro, Sam Wilson Is a Good Bro, Clint Barton Is a Good Bro, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Knotting, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Blow Jobs, Scenting, Making Love, Knight Steve Rogers, Prince Bucky Barnes, Soulmates, POV Alternating, Friends to Lovers

Status: Complete

Wordcount: 29050

Summary: Sir Steven, knight, alpha, and baron of a small countryside estate, receives an invitation to a Royal Tournament: It’s a winner-take-all competition, and the prize? The hand of Prince James, the kingdom’s most eligible omega, in marriage.

It seems like a lifetime ago that young Steven left the palace – and his best pal, the prince - to attend to his familial duties. Since that time, he’s dreamed of reclaiming his friendship with the prince; if not as a companion, then perhaps as a member of the prince’s guard.

Prince James, royal, omega, and heir to the throne is tired of being reduced to his designation and pressured into an arranged marriage like a political pawn. He devises the tournament as a means to an end: winner claims his hand in marriage, but if he wins? He’ll get to claim his own future.

Let the tournament begin...

Excerpt:

As Steven read the invitation, his eyebrows rose in intrigue, then surprise, then shock. Surely Bucky - Prince James, that is - would never have agreed to such an arrangement. Or maybe he did, and Steven didn’t really know the prince at all.

It wouldn’t be so surprising, considering they’d only talked for fifteen minutes since they were thirteen years old.

That thought broke Steven’s heart a little, and he resigned himself. He had made it his mission to become a great knight so that he might be chosen for the prince’s guard, but a chance to be his husband was even better. Sure, Steven might not be the perfect alpha: he was considered much too gentle and sentimental for someone of his designation. But he tried to be a good man, and felt sure that he would make no worse a mate or husband than any other contender.

In fact, he might make a pretty decent one. He and the prince knew each other... or they had, in the past. They’d been friends; perhaps they could be once more. Bucky might never come to love him, but there were worse fates than being friends with your partner, Steven felt sure.

And, if he failed to win the prince’s hand, he could still be chosen for his guard. So really, he had nothing to lose and everything to gain.

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