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This is officially my new favourite stevebucky fanart, it’s adorable.

(I love pre-serum stevebucky more than I should do)

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Shameful Dreams | Series Part 5

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

[Masterpost] // [ao3 link]

[PART 1] [PART 2] [PART 3] [PART 4]

Author's Note // To be honest, I don't have this story mapped out. I'm just updating as I feel like it, mainly thanks to the people who asked for more!

Monday night feels like every other. They're meeting back at the outhouse since Peggy is home. They spent the whole weekend apart. It's crazy how fast Steve walks to the docks now.

When he gets to the dip in the grass he sees Bucky standing there and at first, he doesn't notice anything different. In fact, he smiles wickedly and speeds up even more. But when he reaches him, Bucky doesn't move. His expression is knitted tightly.

"Wha—" Steve begins when his brain finally catches up. The outhouse is gone. There's nothing but tall grass surrounding a rectangular patch pressed into the ground from where the structure used to be.

"Holy shit, where'd it go?" Steve questions.

Bucky laughs darkly. He shakes his head, throws his hands up and it's then Steve realizes how mad he looks.

"Who would do this?" Bucky grits.

"Hey," Steve tries but Bucky cuts him off.

"I can't fucking believe this. No one was even using the damn thing. What good is it gone? Christ, this city always gotta be cleaning shit up! Whoever did this—"

"Hey, hey!" Steve grabs his forearms, stilling him.

A second later, they split apart even though they hadn't seen a single soul around.

"Look, we're just horny. Let's just figure out somewhere else to go," Steve stresses under his breath.

"There's nowhere else, Steve!"

Steve shushes him frantically then runs a nervous hand through his hair.

"There's gotta be," Steve says. "Lemme think."

Their great new hiding place is behind a deserted gas station five blocks away. It hasn't been used in years, but the run-down convenience store and gas pumps are still standing. It seems like enough to conceal their car if they park in the narrow alley behind the store.

Bucky turns the car off and doesn't waste any time. He leans across the seat and grabs Steve's face, pulling it to his. Steve can't move toward him as easily as he'd like to. The car is cramped, but at least it smells alright.

Steve's very game to get on Bucky's lap and ride him, but he doesn't get the chance tonight. Bucky rushes to kiss him, his hands frantically clawing at Steve's shirt. Steve grabs for Bucky's clothes too and they rip each other's shirts off so fast they both lose a few buttons. In the moment, they don't care. Their wives will sew them later.

Bucky moves to Steve's pants and when Steve tries to crawl over him, he can't when Bucky's hand wraps around him while shifting forward. With a hand on his cock and Bucky towering over him, Steve tumbles back knocking his head against the window. But he doesn't care, Bucky's pumping him hard and fast now.

He blindly reaches for Bucky's fly, undoes the zipper and sloppily gets his hand in there. He grabs his cock and jerks him off inside his pants. Bucky kisses him messily. It's so needy and urgent this time like they've never done this before.

Steve can't hold back. A few more seconds like this and he's coming, Bucky following right after.

Steve sits panting against the window and looks down at the mess on his stomach. He needs to remember to store a towel away in here, he thinks. After that thought, he looks up and sees Bucky smiling at him.

"Jesus, I got so mad," he says, sitting back.

"I've never seen you so pissed," Steve smirks.

"I really needed... you," Bucky breathes too genuinely.

Steve reaches across the seat for his hand. Bucky takes it and rubs a thumb across Steve's knuckles.

"It's all I look forward to now and when I saw the damn thing gone — I can't believe I got so upset over a fucking outhouse," Bucky huffs out a laugh.

"It was just a shitty toilet," Steve laughs too even though he knows it was more than that.

"You think we could get away with doing this here?" Bucky asks, trying to peer out through the front windshield.

"Might as well give it a shot."

Bucky sits pensively for a moment.

"We need a plan."

"Plan for what?"

"To get away for a weekend."

"How're we gonna do that?"

"I dunno but we gotta figure something out. I don't wanna be crammed in tight spaces with you anymore. I want you laid out on a bed again," Bucky says. Then he leans forward, still holding Steve's hand. "I wanna wake up next to you and fuck you again in the morning."

Steve shivers at the thought. Of getting all night and morning with him. That's a dream Steve can't even let himself imagine. It feels too impossible right now.

"I don't know how we'd..." Steve trails off, staring into Bucky's eyes since he leaned so close.

Bucky closes the space and kisses him.

"There's gotta be something. I could lie about work... some weekend trip."

"It'd have to be foolproof, in case the girls talk to anyone."

Bucky nods, "We'll figure it out."

The next night, they're just as rushed getting each other off behind the gas station.

Maybe it's intentional since the moment they're done, Bucky suggests they start working on their plan.

"Now that we're done with the dirty, it's down to business," Steve quips.

Bucky lets out a kind laugh. He doesn't seem to mind Steve's corny jokes. Peggy never did either. It's strange, Steve has seemed to find the two people in the world who don't mind them. Everyone else seems to.

They list off some ideas but keep getting stuck on the logistics. They need every excuse to be believable for every person involved. There's also the hotel and money for that hotel to worry about. They don't get very far on a plan when they decide they need to get home.

Bucky drives Steve back to his car. When he parks, he stops Steve before he gets out.

"I almost forgot, I can't meet on Wednesdays anymore."

"Why not?"

Bucky sighs dramatically and shakes his head.

"Gail, she wants to schedule our..."

"Sex?"

"Yeah, apparently I'm turning her down too often."

"Oh," Steve tries to sound normal, "Why Wednesdays?"

"I don't know, she just told me that's the right day," Bucky rolls his eyes. "Middle of the week. Would be a good stress reliever. I tried for the weekend but Saturday she goes out dancing and is too tired and Sunday's the lord's day."

"Okay," Steve accepts. He has to accept it.

Steve can't be mad. He's got no right. They both have wives, they're both in the wrong. But thinking about Bucky at home on Wednesday night, sleeping with his wife at their scheduled time makes Steve boil.

On Thursday, Steve straddles Bucky in the car once it's parked. Bucky leans forward to kiss him, but Steve pushes him back against the seat, not letting him. Bucky looks perplexed but turned on.

Steve's still thinking about Wednesday night. He doesn't want to imagine Bucky coming anywhere except with him. He knows it's greatly unfair, Steve sleeps with his wife too. But now Steve has a day, a specific night, he has to sit at home thinking about Bucky coming and not being there.

"Wish you never told me about Wednesdays," Steve gruffs.

"What?" Bucky blinks. "Then you'd be waiting for me in the parking lot."

"Maybe I'd rather think you stood me up than know about the night you and Gail get it on."

He's being ridiculous and Bucky looks at him incredulously for it.

"We don't get it on, Steve. We just do it."

"How is that any different?"

Bucky sighs, dropping his eyes. Steve sits back, on his lap, not able to make much room since he's straddling him.

"Look, once I met you it was all over. I could barely pretend anymore... unless I imagined I was with you."

"I imagined you too," Steve admits low.

"Yeah?"

"All the time."

"So, why're you angry with me?"

"I'm not. I mean, I know I shouldn't be. Just can't help it, sometimes," Steve shrugs.

"Yeah well, I don't even let myself think about you and Peggy. I'd lose it if I did."

"So, what do you do?" Steve smirks, amused.

"Peggy doesn't exist."

Steve chortles. "What about when we all have dinner together and she's sitting across from you?"

"I mean, yeah she exists as a person. But she's not your wife. She's just Peggy."

Steve's eyes widen.

"That's what I have to tell myself," Bucky explains. "Look, don't make fun of me, alright."

"I'm not."

"You're about to, but I really don't wanna keep talking about our wives. I'm hard as a rock here."

"Yeah, yeah. Me too," Steve grins and smashes their lips together in a breathless kiss.

Their plan is officially underway. They've figured out all the logistics.

Steve will ask his friend Mark for a favor, to lie if anyone asks and say they're going on a fishing trip for the weekend. The reason is, Steve's surprising Peggy with a visit from her niece who he's driving across state with. It's nearly foolproof since Mark is widowed, he'll almost never talk to Peggy or Gail and he could care less about lying. Besides, he's the only friend Steve has that regularly fishes.

Bucky is falsifying a business trip. This should work since Gail has never bothered to call his job before. Of course, it's a risk, but she shouldn't have a reason to doubt Bucky's word. He's going to D.C. for training is the story. He's hoping for a promotion is what he'll tell her which they believe will make her happy enough to not get suspicious.

Bucky's side of the plan will work for the hotel. He needs to pay for the room out of pocket since his job isn't willing to pay for the training. He has to do it on his own time and money.

Tomorrow night, they are both going home to talk to their wives. And if all goes well then the weekend is theirs.

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SEBASTIAN STAN as BUCKY BARNES THUNDERBOLTS*

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“... that's a great one.”

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Shameful Dreams | Series Masterpost [In-Progress]

[ao3 link]

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: 8,151

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

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Shameful Dreams | Series Part 5

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

[Masterpost] // [ao3 link]

[PART 1] [PART 2] [PART 3] [PART 4]

Author's Note // To be honest, I don't have this story mapped out. I'm just updating as I feel like it, mainly thanks to the people who asked for more!

Monday night feels like every other. They're meeting back at the outhouse since Peggy is home. They spent the whole weekend apart. It's crazy how fast Steve walks to the docks now.

When he gets to the dip in the grass he sees Bucky standing there and at first, he doesn't notice anything different. In fact, he smiles wickedly and speeds up even more. But when he reaches him, Bucky doesn't move. His expression is knitted tightly.

"Wha—" Steve begins when his brain finally catches up. The outhouse is gone. There's nothing but tall grass surrounding a rectangular patch pressed into the ground from where the structure used to be.

"Holy shit, where'd it go?" Steve questions.

Bucky laughs darkly. He shakes his head, throws his hands up and it's then Steve realizes how mad he looks.

"Who would do this?" Bucky grits.

"Hey," Steve tries but Bucky cuts him off.

"I can't fucking believe this. No one was even using the damn thing. What good is it gone? Christ, this city always gotta be cleaning shit up! Whoever did this—"

"Hey, hey!" Steve grabs his forearms, stilling him.

A second later, they split apart even though they hadn't seen a single soul around.

"Look, we're just horny. Let's just figure out somewhere else to go," Steve stresses under his breath.

"There's nowhere else, Steve!"

Steve shushes him frantically then runs a nervous hand through his hair.

"There's gotta be," Steve says. "Lemme think."

Their great new hiding place is behind a deserted gas station five blocks away. It hasn't been used in years, but the run-down convenience store and gas pumps are still standing. It seems like enough to conceal their car if they park in the narrow alley behind the store.

Bucky turns the car off and doesn't waste any time. He leans across the seat and grabs Steve's face, pulling it to his. Steve can't move toward him as easily as he'd like to. The car is cramped, but at least it smells alright.

Steve's very game to get on Bucky's lap and ride him, but he doesn't get the chance tonight. Bucky rushes to kiss him, his hands frantically clawing at Steve's shirt. Steve grabs for Bucky's clothes too and they rip each other's shirts off so fast they both lose a few buttons. In the moment, they don't care. Their wives will sew them later.

Bucky moves to Steve's pants and when Steve tries to crawl over him, he can't when Bucky's hand wraps around him while shifting forward. With a hand on his cock and Bucky towering over him, Steve tumbles back knocking his head against the window. But he doesn't care, Bucky's pumping him hard and fast now.

He blindly reaches for Bucky's fly, undoes the zipper and sloppily gets his hand in there. He grabs his cock and jerks him off inside his pants. Bucky kisses him messily. It's so needy and urgent this time like they've never done this before.

Steve can't hold back. A few more seconds like this and he's coming, Bucky following right after.

Steve sits panting against the window and looks down at the mess on his stomach. He needs to remember to store a towel away in here, he thinks. After that thought, he looks up and sees Bucky smiling at him.

"Jesus, I got so mad," he says, sitting back.

"I've never seen you so pissed," Steve smirks.

"I really needed... you," Bucky breathes too genuinely.

Steve reaches across the seat for his hand. Bucky takes it and rubs a thumb across Steve's knuckles.

"It's all I look forward to now and when I saw the damn thing gone — I can't believe I got so upset over a fucking outhouse," Bucky huffs out a laugh.

"It was just a shitty toilet," Steve laughs too even though he knows it was more than that.

"You think we could get away with doing this here?" Bucky asks, trying to peer out through the front windshield.

"Might as well give it a shot."

Bucky sits pensively for a moment.

"We need a plan."

"Plan for what?"

"To get away for a weekend."

"How're we gonna do that?"

"I dunno but we gotta figure something out. I don't wanna be crammed in tight spaces with you anymore. I want you laid out on a bed again," Bucky says. Then he leans forward, still holding Steve's hand. "I wanna wake up next to you and fuck you again in the morning."

Steve shivers at the thought. Of getting all night and morning with him. That's a dream Steve can't even let himself imagine. It feels too impossible right now.

"I don't know how we'd..." Steve trails off, staring into Bucky's eyes since he leaned so close.

Bucky closes the space and kisses him.

"There's gotta be something. I could lie about work... some weekend trip."

"It'd have to be foolproof, in case the girls talk to anyone."

Bucky nods, "We'll figure it out."

The next night, they're just as rushed getting each other off behind the gas station.

Maybe it's intentional since the moment they're done, Bucky suggests they start working on their plan.

"Now that we're done with the dirty, it's down to business," Steve quips.

Bucky lets out a kind laugh. He doesn't seem to mind Steve's corny jokes. Peggy never did either. It's strange, Steve has seemed to find the two people in the world who don't mind them. Everyone else seems to.

They list off some ideas but keep getting stuck on the logistics. They need every excuse to be believable for every person involved. There's also the hotel and money for that hotel to worry about. They don't get very far on a plan when they decide they need to get home.

Bucky drives Steve back to his car. When he parks, he stops Steve before he gets out.

"I almost forgot, I can't meet on Wednesdays anymore."

"Why not?"

Bucky sighs dramatically and shakes his head.

"Gail, she wants to schedule our..."

"Sex?"

"Yeah, apparently I'm turning her down too often."

"Oh," Steve tries to sound normal, "Why Wednesdays?"

"I don't know, she just told me that's the right day," Bucky rolls his eyes. "Middle of the week. Would be a good stress reliever. I tried for the weekend but Saturday she goes out dancing and is too tired and Sunday's the lord's day."

"Okay," Steve accepts. He has to accept it.

Steve can't be mad. He's got no right. They both have wives, they're both in the wrong. But thinking about Bucky at home on Wednesday night, sleeping with his wife at their scheduled time makes Steve boil.

On Thursday, Steve straddles Bucky in the car once it's parked. Bucky leans forward to kiss him, but Steve pushes him back against the seat, not letting him. Bucky looks perplexed but turned on.

Steve's still thinking about Wednesday night. He doesn't want to imagine Bucky coming anywhere except with him. He knows it's greatly unfair, Steve sleeps with his wife too. But now Steve has a day, a specific night, he has to sit at home thinking about Bucky coming and not being there.

"Wish you never told me about Wednesdays," Steve gruffs.

"What?" Bucky blinks. "Then you'd be waiting for me in the parking lot."

"Maybe I'd rather think you stood me up than know about the night you and Gail get it on."

He's being ridiculous and Bucky looks at him incredulously for it.

"We don't get it on, Steve. We just do it."

"How is that any different?"

Bucky sighs, dropping his eyes. Steve sits back, on his lap, not able to make much room since he's straddling him.

"Look, once I met you it was all over. I could barely pretend anymore... unless I imagined I was with you."

"I imagined you too," Steve admits low.

"Yeah?"

"All the time."

"So, why're you angry with me?"

"I'm not. I mean, I know I shouldn't be. Just can't help it, sometimes," Steve shrugs.

"Yeah well, I don't even let myself think about you and Peggy. I'd lose it if I did."

"So, what do you do?" Steve smirks, amused.

"Peggy doesn't exist."

Steve chortles. "What about when we all have dinner together and she's sitting across from you?"

"I mean, yeah she exists as a person. But she's not your wife. She's just Peggy."

Steve's eyes widen.

"That's what I have to tell myself," Bucky explains. "Look, don't make fun of me, alright."

"I'm not."

"You're about to, but I really don't wanna keep talking about our wives. I'm hard as a rock here."

"Yeah, yeah. Me too," Steve grins and smashes their lips together in a breathless kiss.

Their plan is officially underway. They've figured out all the logistics.

Steve will ask his friend Mark for a favor, to lie if anyone asks and say they're going on a fishing trip for the weekend. The reason is, Steve's surprising Peggy with a visit from her niece who he's driving across state with. It's nearly foolproof since Mark is widowed, he'll almost never talk to Peggy or Gail and he could care less about lying. Besides, he's the only friend Steve has that regularly fishes.

Bucky is falsifying a business trip. This should work since Gail has never bothered to call his job before. Of course, it's a risk, but she shouldn't have a reason to doubt Bucky's word. He's going to D.C. for training is the story. He's hoping for a promotion is what he'll tell her which they believe will make her happy enough to not get suspicious.

Bucky's side of the plan will work for the hotel. He needs to pay for the room out of pocket since his job isn't willing to pay for the training. He has to do it on his own time and money.

Tomorrow night, they are both going home to talk to their wives. And if all goes well then the weekend is theirs.

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How are my beautiful civilians?

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just thinking about this sebastian and alexandra as bucky and gail from your amazing fic shameful dreams aaaaaa.

please we need more of it!!!??

omg hii, sorry for the late reply! this would be them, that's definitely how I'm picturing Bucky in my story 🤣 and I may have started outlining a new chapter for that fic so hopefully more to come.

thanks sm!!!

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@stucky-week Day 5: Alpine/pets

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I just recently rewatched the Marvel movies and decided to draw my favorite ship, because I didn't have the courage to do it before.

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I just really love the idea that pre-war Bucky just Loves using his mouth on Steve. Or WS Bucky. Or just any Bucky tbh.

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Steve & Bucky

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I found this Shrinkyclinks porn, that I didn´t even remember drawing, in my drafts folder. So here you go, Bucky rimming Steve

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