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Corporate needs you to find the difference

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Steve x bucky?

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SEBASTIAN STAN attends The 2025 Film Independent Spirit Awards.

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@mjonf: @imsebastianstan @filmindependent @umitbenan

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Captain America: The Winter Soldier (2014) || Thunderbolts* (2025)

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‪@spotteding: this video of sebastian stan at the baftas‬

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SEBASTIAN STAN Photoshoot for The New York Times.

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SEBASTIAN STAN attends The 40th Annual Santa Barbara International Film Festival for Virtuosos Award

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Sebastian Stan as Bucky Barnes aka The Winter Soldier

Exclusive Outtake from Captain America: The Winter Soldier

I no longer have Twitter to post these on so I'll be asking my friend who owns https://sebastian-stan.com (https://x.com/sebastiansfan) to post them for me.

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This pairing has taken me places I never thought I would go, like drawing porn. I suspect I’ll lose some followers over this.

Please don’t steal. Reblog, don’t repost. 

Based on this gif: 

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Shameful Dreams | Series Part 8

Series Summary: Steve and Bucky are each respectfully married to their wives, as any man should be in 1941. And yet, that doesn't stop Steve from having very shameful dreams about his married friend. Unexpectedly, things begin to happen outside of Steve's fantasies.

Series Tags: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes | Rated E | Tags: 18+ explicit smut, no powers au, pre-serum Steve, top Bucky, bottom Steve, secret relationship, internalized homophobia, consensual infidelity, closeted characters

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[PART 1] [PART 2] [PART 3] [PART 4] [PART 5] [PART 6] [PART 7]

Author's note: Thanks sm to everyone following this story!! Ending it here, hopefully you'll like it

The worst part, it seems, is having dinner with the Barnes. It's the one time that Steve has to spend hours so close to Bucky without being allowed to touch him.

He's actually grown to hate these dinners and crave the cramped front seat of the car where he can have every part of his body pressed up against Bucky's.

He doesn't tell Bucky this. He tries to appreciate the platonic time the way he used to. Simply looking at the handsome features of Bucky's face, appreciating his smile, soaking in the deepness of his voice from across the dinner table. And trying like hell not to get hard thinking about what the man can do to him.

He ends up in the backyard with Bucky and two beers between them while their wives clean up dinner inside. All Steve is thinking about is the shed across the lawn where it first happened. Where this all started.

They've been quiet for the past ten minutes. Maybe Bucky's nervous to sneak off to the shed, Steve considers. It's been two weeks since their weekend trip, since the hotel room where they spent the majority of the time naked and inside each other. But maybe Gail's grown suspicious...

Steve peers over at Bucky, who's avoiding eye contact. Steve's heart begins to hammer in his chest. Bucky glances up at him.

"Been thinking about our weekend," Bucky says low. "A lot."

"Yeah?" Steve smiles uncontrollably.

"Gail thinks..." he pauses and swallows uncomfortably. "We got a new start."

"A new start?" Steve asks uncertainty.

Bucky's face blushes as he cracks a smile. "Cause I'm hard all the time."

Steve can't help but crack a grin too, "Cause of me?"

"Of course, cause of you," Bucky says. "That weekend is ingrained in my brain. I can't stop thinking about it."

Steve needs to shift in his seat. He shouldn't have been expecting anything to happen tonight but he's been half-hard all through dinner waiting for it.

"Show me the shed," Steve demands.

Bucky's eyes grow dark, he glances back at the door and the kitchen window. Then he stands and Steve follows.

When they get inside, Bucky frowns for a moment.

"I got off before dinner," Bucky admits.

"Oh," Steve tampers down his disappointment. "Well hey, it'll be like our first time. I'll owe you."

"Yeah," Bucky says quietly.

"What?" Steve asks, sensing a lack of excitement.

"I'm just annoyed I got off. And it's stupid, I was thinking about you. I should've waited."

"Buck, there'll always be next time."

"Will there?" Bucky asks.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean," Bucky stops and rubs the back of his neck. "All I've been doing is wrapping my brain around how we could get away again. And how often. And it never feels like enough. How many fishing and work trips can we make up? When will the girls ever go away without us?"

"Okay, well. We take what time we can get," Steve says.

"I know, it's just..." Bucky sighs, looking at the floor.

"What?"

"It doesn't feel like enough."

"So, you wanna stop?" Steve asks and hears how much his voice shakes when he says it.

"No," Bucky says immediately. "It's just..."

"Not enough, I know," Steve grumbles.

He agrees, of course, but why can't Bucky just be grateful? They both know how much they're risking already. They need to appreciate any time alone together. This could all go away.

Bucky interrupts his mental stream of annoyance.

"It's just, I'm in love with you," Bucky says, so quietly.

It's the first time he's repeated it since the trip. It makes Steve's heart sink and flutter all at once.

"I know, I love you too."

Bucky swallows solemnly. "I just wish it was different."

"Me too," Steve says. "But I can't run away with you."

"I know."

They stand in a tense beat of silence. Steve's arousal is long gone by now. So there's no sense in hiding in the shed any longer.

"We should get back," Steve suggests.

He turns toward the door but Bucky cups his face, turning him back to him. Steve stops in place as Bucky stares into his eyes for a long stretch. Then he leans forward, closing the space between them, and kisses him so slowly, it makes Steve want to cry.

But he can't, Peggy will see his eyes are red. And there's no reason for him to cry. But when they eventually draw back from the kiss, Bucky's eyes look misty.

The next time they see each other is after work, in the car, behind the gas station. Steve's riding Bucky and it feels so good but he also can't stop thinking about their last talk. He squeezes his eyes shut when he feels tears threatening to escape.

He stops suddenly, Bucky looks up at him.

"Maybe we should tell them," Steve says.

"Who?"

"The girls... what if we tried to tell them."

Bucky's eyes widen, his fingertips dig sharply into Steve's hip bones.

"Are you crazy? That'd get us killed."

"I don't think Peggy would tell anyone."

"I don't trust Gail."

"Really?"

"Look, she loves me... I think. But she'd be shocked. I doubt she'd take it well. I couldn't risk it."

They sit in an uncomfortable silence, Bucky subtly shifts under Steve, probably wanting him to move again since he's still inside him.

"Alright," Steve huffs.

"If you wanna tell Peggy, just don't mention me. I mean, please don't," Bucky says, his voice sounding panicked.

"I won't," Steve quickly frames his face and kisses him. He feels how irregular Bucky's breath has become. "I'm sorry for bringing it up. Forget it, forget I said it."

Bucky half nods, but he won't meet Steve's eyes. Steve can feel him going soft. He carefully gets off his lap and climbs into the passenger seat. Bucky zips up his pants.

"I'm sorry," Steve says again, grasping Bucky's forearm. Bucky still won't look at him.

"Let's just go."

They drive home in silence.

Steve's not sure they'll meet the next day. He royally fucked up. He could barely sleep thinking yesterday might be the last pitiful time they'd ever be together. The last time he'd ever feel Bucky inside him. The last time he'd ever taste his lips. And it ended with nothing. Not even a half-baked orgasm. All he did was scare the man, scare a man he's so hopelessly in love with.

Steve's a wreck all day at work. He regrets his suggestion so much. What the hell was he thinking? Of course, their wives wouldn't be okay with this. With an affair, with finding out they've been lied to for months? He's the biggest idiot in the world.

Steve finds his first breath of relief when he finds Bucky waiting for him in the parking lot after work. He picks up his pace to a near run and hurries inside the car.

"I'm sorry, please, I'm sorry," Steve blurts out so fast, Bucky's hand freezes from turning the keys in the ignition.

"Steve—"

"I'll take anything. Any time you'll give me. I'll never tell a soul about us. I don't what I was thinking, I take it back. I take it back!"

He doesn't realize he's started crying until Bucky looks frantically out the car windows, checking that no one is around, before framing Steve's face.

"Hey, hey, it's okay. It's okay. I was never mad at you, Stevie," Bucky shushes him, wiping his tears with both thumbs.

Steve keeps crying. He can't stop, and Bucky risks hugging him to his chest. He slides down in his seat, trying to make the sight of them more discreet in case anyone shows up.

"Hey, please. Stop crying, it's okay. I love you," Bucky says.

Steve tries to pull himself together, nodding against the wet spot of tears he's made on Bucky's shirt.

"I'm sorry," Steve whispers again.

"There's nothing to be sorry about," Bucky says, lifting Steve's face so he can look him in the eyes. "You just scared me, okay? But I could never be mad at you. I just wanna be with you."

"Me too. I don't care, whatever it takes. I'll take anything, even less than we're getting," Steve stammers.

Bucky leans forward and kisses him shakily. They aren't hidden and Steve can feel how nervous Bucky is, but he's committed to calming Steve down.

"I'm okay, let's get out of here," Steve insists.

Bucky looks relieved and rushes to turn on the car. He speeds to the gas station.

It amazes Steve every time it feels different. They'd had sex so many times by this point, Steve thought it couldn't feel much different but it does.

It's as if they're rushed and taking their time all at once. Maybe they finally both have perspective on how much they wish they didn't need each other. How much they wish they could give this up and live their lives safely with their wives. But they can't. They can never stop and tonight, Steve's appreciating every fucking moment.

He's kissing Bucky desperately like he won't get another chance. And Bucky keeps panting in between them and moaning brokenly. Steve's never heard him like this. He rides him harder.

"I love you," Steve whispers.

"Fuck, I love you," Bucky returns right before he hugs Steve to his chest and comes.

They sit in a long silence tonight, not rushing to clean up or get home.

"I'm never taking this for granted again," Steve tells him, his head still resting on Bucky's shoulder.

Bucky brushes a hand down Steve's hair, turns his head, and kisses his forehead.

"I'll have you for as long as you'll let me, sweetheart," Bucky says.

And Steve thinks to himself, forever. He'll let him forever.

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SEBASTIAN STAN Photoshoot for The New York Times.

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@mjonf via Instagram Story (February 10, 2025)

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SEBASTIAN STAN Photoshoot for The New York Times.

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Shameful Dreams | Series Masterpost [Completed]

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Series Summary: Steve and Bucky are each respectfully married to their wives, as any man should be in 1941. And yet, that doesn't stop Steve from having very shameful dreams about his married friend. Unexpectedly, things begin to happen outside of Steve's fantasies.

Series Word Count: 14,581

Series Tags: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes | Rated E | Tags: 18+ explicit smut, no powers au, pre-serum Steve, top Bucky, bottom Steve, secret relationship, internalized homophobia, consensual infidelity, closeted characters

PART 1 / PART 2 / PART 3 / PART 4 / PART 5 / PART 6 / PART 7 / PART 8