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ThEE Bucky video of all time, my boy does not have a single idea wtf is going on ever and I love that for him
Source: YouTube
#bucky barnes#the winter soldier#tfatws#dora milaje#james buchanan barnes#my precious murder crumpet#stucky lols#marvel memes#youtube#she took my arm
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#inspired by a tweet I forgot to bookmark for credits lol#stucky#incorrect quotes#stucky incorrect quotes#stevebucky#stevebucky incorrect quotes#stucky edits#stucky gifs#stucky manips#stevebucky edits#stevebucky gifs#stevebucky manips#my edits#my gifs#mine#*
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stucky + merthur quotes
#stucky#stevebucky#just putting my two longest-standing otps together#as i've wanted to do for ages lol#in my head sarah rogers is borrowing this line from hunith#bc if hunith understood this about her son after watching him with arthur for just a couple of days#sarah DEFINITELY understood it after a lifetime of watching her son and the sweet barnes boy be so close they cast one shadow#so there <3#rillers has feels
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Steve: From now on we'll be using code names. You can address me as Eagle 1
Steve: Bucky, code name "been there done that"
Steve: Tony is "currently doing that"
Steve: Sam is "it happened once in a dream"
Steve: Natasha, code name "if I had to pick a chick"
Steve: Clint is... Eagle 2
Clint: Oh thank God
#steve rogers#stony#stucky#the avengers#marvel mcu#bucky and tony are interchangeable depending on what year it is lol#steve just doing his leader duties#tony stark#bucky barnes#sam wilson#natasha romanoff#clint barton#stevetony#stevebucky#avengers#marvel#mcu#incorrect marvel#marvel incorrect quotes#incorrect marvel quotes#incorrect mcu#eagle one meme#code names meme#samsteve
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Something something the white stuff 😇
Salted Caramel Thins v. Golden Double Stuf
Spring v. Winter
#captain america#the winter soldier#steve rogers#bucky barnes#mcu memes#stucky lols#10/10 would lick
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There’s plenty of fan imaginings of Bucky being the grumpy cat.
But have we considered Steve as the classic orange cat?
Reckless
No chill
Feisty AF
Completely unhinged
You never know when he’s lost possession of that one brain cell
Doesn’t believe physics applies to him
Gets really aggressive about cuddle time
You take your eyes off him for 5 bloody minutes and he’s gone and joined the army
Still everyone’s favourite little punk
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Steve: I have news
Bucky: Okay
Steve: I'm bisexual
Bucky, waiting: ...
Bucky: Nice, but what's the news?
#stucky#steve rogers x bucky barnes#steve rogers#bucky barnes#mcu#marvel#marvel cinematic universe#the avengers#crack#incorrect quotes#marvel mcu#stucky meme#lol#but like true#you cannot tell me thats Steve Rogers is straight
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There’s nothing quite as soul-crushing as arriving late to a fandom. Especially if it’s one that you knew you would enjoy, you just never got around to diving into it. And now that you’re here, now that you’ve missed it’s prime, you’re only seeing the ghosts of what once was.
#i keep doing this to myself#the content is still great ofc#but there’s no one to share it with me#jayvik#arcane#sherlock#johnlock#drarry#dc#hp#thg#viktor league of legends#jayce lol#stardew valley#sdv#stucky#marvel#star wars#voltron
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Lmaoooo not Mulan 😭
Presenting: CATWS in 3 minutes
#lmaooo#stucky lols#captain america: the winter soldier#ca:tws 10th anniversary#catws 10th anniversary#marvel edit#mcu edit
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a very cheezy comic for Steve's birthday
#marvel#mcu#fanart#my art#sketch#coloured sketch#marvel fanart#bucky barnes#steve rogers#stucky#stucky fanart#stucky fluff#husbands#happy birthday cap#babyyy you're a firewooooork#also long time no see bc my job was killing me ugh#im glad to draw and post again yay#i've made a few new stylistic choices and i''m not sure if it worked lol#alpine looks kinda shocked bc she realized she's not the only child anymore#btw what puppy's name should be?#i was thinking maybe Lucky Star?
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#not easily conquered#stucky#stucky against humanity#stevebucky#twitter#stuckyism will kill us in the end#stucky lols#not even god could stop me I fear
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Pairing: Daddy Steve/Baby Bucky Rating: E (Explicit) Word Count: 4.4K Tags: Porn Without Plot, Established Relationship, Drunk Sex, Daddy Kink, Light Dom/Sub Relationship, Brat Taming, CNC (Consensual Non-Consent), Dirty Talk, No Prep (there is an obscene amount of lube though lol), Spanking, Anal Sex, Manhandling, Feminization, Rough Sex, Light Exhibitionism, Light Subspace, Breeding Kink, Size Kink, Spitting, Coming on Face, Ruined Orgasm A/N: It's about time. The current state of my life and my mental health called for a mean and selfish Daddy Steve who doesn't give a fuck. In this fic, these two rely on their established relationship and deep understanding of one another. Daddy Steve has never talked or acted like this. Bucky loves it even if he is frightened by the thrill of it. I hope you trust them and love it too. ❤️
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“Listen, Buck— I’m going out to dinner with my friends and that’s that.”
Bucky isn’t used to being told no.
“I don’t know what else to tell you. You’re just going to have to deal with it, baby. I’ll be home later tonight.”
Bucky doesn’t react well to being told no.
“I love you,” Steve had told him to obviously end the conversation, something akin to annoyance evident in his tone, digging into and burning at Bucky’s skin. Being told no feels like rejection, feels like betrayal, feels like nothing his Daddy should be forcing him to feel.
So, Bucky hung up without another word, without a proper response.
Without giving Daddy his “I love you”.
If Steve wants to be mean, Bucky can be mean too. He can be mean even through the tears and through the sting of rejection and through his admittedly unnecessary pouting. So, he ignores Steve’s calls, ignores his texts, ignores his warnings.
Buck…
Don’t do this. You know this won’t end well.
Pick up the phone, Bucky.
He goes about his night alone at home, ignoring Steve’s attempts at communicating, at apologizing, at getting back onto Bucky’s good side. He orders takeout and ignores the immediate urge he’s met with to order Steve’s meal of choice as well; he doesn't deserve it. He drinks half a bottle of red wine as he scrolls through Instagram, watches reruns of Real Housewives of New Jersey, and waits for his food to be delivered.
By the time he’s done with his meal, he’s finished off the bottle of wine and ignored three more of Steve’s texts and two more calls.
Why are you being such a brat?
Pick up the damn phone.
You’re fixing to piss me off, Buck.
Daddy’s been drinking.
Bucky decides to shower. He takes a long, hot, luxurious shower. He shampoos his hair twice, uses his expensive body wash that smells like pumpkin cinnamon rolls. He drenches himself in the matching body oil once he’s done showering, takes the time to put on his best skincare, his favorite oil for his hair.
He feels like he’s floating on a cloud as he falls into bed naked and wraps himself up in their flannel sheets and heavy duvet. He doesn’t even bother going in search of his phone; he has no plans to respond to whatever Steve sends him anyway.
Steve can kiss his ass.
Bucky is pulled slowly from his sleep.
It isn’t in an instant or a sharp awakening; it feels like he’s being pulled slowly through syrup from his dream-riddled sleep by something curious.
Bucky furrows his brow. Is that—?
It’s a noise, a consistent noise.
A familiar, wet noise that immediately sets Bucky on fire from the inside out.
The recognition of that noise forces his body and mind into a state of almost panicked awakeness then. A sharp wave of premature arousal wracks his body, something of a Pavlovian response, and it sends his heart pounding against his ribs. He opens his eyes and blinks a few times in order to help adjust to the darkness of the room, the lights from the city just outside their windows helping to keep the room not fully encased in darkness.
Once his eyes adjust, he finds the source of the sound immediately.
He was right.
Steve stands within reach of Bucky’s bedside, close enough to touch, his cock pulled through the zipper of his pants and held in his hand.
Fisting it.
He doesn’t even say anything when he locks eyes with Bucky, his mouth slightly dropped open and a sharp gleam in his eyes just past his glasses that leaves Bucky on edge, curious and hesitant and hot. He tries hard not to let his eyes drop back down to the sight of Steve’s impressive cock, digs his fingers into the mattress in an attempt to ground himself, but it’s useless. It’s always useless.
He loves his Daddy’s cock.
Bucky doesn’t move, doesn’t say a word. He watches on as Steve reaches for an open bottle of lube he must have pulled out of Bucky’s bedside table, watches on as he squirts some messily into his palm before reaching for his cock again. He tosses the bottle onto the bed carelessly.
Something deep, deep within Bucky begins to grow restless.
“Still ain’t got nothin’ to say to your Daddy?”
Steve’s voice cuts through the air and the tension like a hot knife through butter. Bucky feels the bass of it in his toes, the bite of Steve’s growl curling around his neck.
He curses himself for once again not thinking his tantrums through to the end, for thinking he ever stood a chance against his Daddy.
“Yeah, forgot how much of a fuckin’ punk you can be when you don’t get your way.”
Oh.
That’s how it’s going to be?
The thrill of uncharted territory skirts up Bucky’s spine, the nervousness of the same curling into a ball in his belly.
“Maybe you shouldn’t spoil me so much then,” Bucky weakly tries, but Steve only scoffs and strokes his cock harder, the girth of him making Bucky’s mouth traitorously water.
“I’m not responsible for your fuckin attitude, Buck,” Steve bites out in a tone Bucky has only heard a few times before. It nearly forces tears to spring to his eyes, nearly pulls a whimper from the back of his throat. It also makes his balls begin to ache.
He chooses not to say anything in response, but Steve fills the silence after a minute or two.
“Thought about comin’ home to just blow my load all over your pretty face while you slept before crawling into bed, but…don’t know. Think I want you to be awake when I take out my anger on your pretty body.”
Jesus.
“Andy said I should do it, mark you up all over your face, maybe smack you around a little. But James said I need to take it out on your ass. And I gotta say…I’m keen on taking it out on your ass.”
Bucky’s head spins. He grows dizzy from where he lays, his jaw going slack as that dizziness morphs into fuzz, into familiar heaviness. The erotic image of Steve sitting amongst his friends and discussing Bucky’s punishment pulls his hips into the bed beneath him, forcing his next few breaths to grate against the front of his throat. His dick fills out, chubbs up, fattens between his legs and in the sheets.
Steve talking about him, about something so sexual, seeking advice from his friends on how to handle his baby— it’s all far too much to process at once.
The added layer of them all drinking, of knowing what Steve gets like when he has amber liquid slipping through his system, intensifies Bucky’s reaction.
He’s certain Steve was spewing filth, was sharing intimate details of their relationship. He was surely discussing Bucky, what he likes and dislikes, how he reacts to Daddy’s decisions and hand.
Fuck, Bucky shouldn’t find it so hot, but he’s damn near drooling for it.
“Yeah, that’s right— it was a group decision. Had to tell ‘em all how bad you were bein’, had to explain why I was so fuckin’ fired up when I got there. You don’t even want to know the fucked up shit Levinson and Walker said I should force you to do. So, we decided on your ass, that your ass deserves the punishment.”
Bucky will never be able to look Steve’s friends in the eyes again. Or maybe he will, but he’ll surely pop a boner the moment he does.
Steve’s groan is somehow thunderous yet low, long and drawn out, as he resumes stroking his cock, as he reaches into his pants and pulls his balls out. Bucky barely has time to whine at the sight before Steve is speaking again.
“But that works out ‘cause if I’m making you fuckin’ take it, I’m gonna be selfish about it. Yeah sure, I’m your Daddy and I’m supposed to teach you a lesson and make you aware of the consequences of your actions, blah blah blah—”
Bucky’s not once heard Steve talk like this.
“— but not everything has to be a fuckin’ lesson. Sometimes I just wanna…just wanna make it hurt, lay you out a little bit. Don’t wanna make your punishment about you; I want it to be about me.”
Bucky thinks for a moment that he has no footing, has nothing to grasp at to ground himself in the slightest. But Steve is his safety, is his other half; he’s safe here. He’s safe with Steve and he doesn’t need to question that. And because of that, because of the foundation of trust and love they share, Bucky comes to the decision that this?
This is hot.
It’s hot as fuck.
“Roll over,” Steve sharply and suddenly demands. “I wanna see that boy pussy I’ve been thinkin’ about fucking all night.”
Bucky whimpers, his legs spreading on instinct, his next few breaths shaking loose from his lungs. His noises sound almost like a hiccup, like a set of sobs, and he’s rising up onto his knees before he can think twice about it.
Where he’d normally receive a noise of praise or appreciation, he instead receives a bark of, “Turn the fuck around, show it to me the way I deserve.”
Bucky scrambles. At least he feels as if he’s scrambling, as if he’s moving quickly and awkwardly, but if the thickness of his thoughts and the difficulty of thinking a second ahead is any indication, he probably looks as if he’s lazily moving through molasses.
Bucky still doesn’t get the noise or words of praise he’s used to when he’s finally turned around, when he’s got his back in a deep arch and his cheek pressed against the sheets as he faces away from Steve. He instead soaks in the noises of the sound of Steve beating himself off, the slick noise of his fist as he drags it up and down his—
“You’ve been a little bitch tonight. The guys made me promise them I wouldn’t give into you the moment I saw your pretty hole, but fuck me— that’s a pretty fuckin’ pussy.”
Bucky does moan this time, loud and ragged with tight emotion. His dick hangs heavy between his legs, achy from the suddenness and surprise of his arousal, and his hole clenches easily and involuntarily at the compliment.
“Fuck, look how small it is, look how little that fuckin’ hole is. It’s a miracle I can fit my dick in there, my big fuckin’ dick. Your Daddy’s got a big dick, doesn’t he?” Goddamn. Bucky wants to shuffle around on his knees so he can choke on his Daddy’s big dick. He wants it in his mouth, on his tongue, in his throat. He wants—
“I asked you a fuckin’ question,” Steve damn near growls, and the sharp sting of a slap on the meat of his ass shocks Bucky’s answer from him.
“D-Daddy’s got a big dick.”
“Yeah, that’s right— say it again. Tell me again.”
Bucky tucks his arms under his chest, spreads his legs even more, offering himself up.
“Daddy’s dick is so big.”
Steve chuckles into his next groan. “Fuck, I love hearin’ that.”
He listens as Steve moves next, hears him take a few steps, hears him shuffle around before Bucky then feels a cold glob of liquid hit his ass cheek. He gasps, jumps even, but Steve just moans and spreads the liquid across Bucky’s ass with his hand.
Bucky doesn’t even have time to ask questions or think of how messy or obscene smearing his ass in lube is when Steve’s hands are on him like this. It’s as if Bucky isn’t there as a person, as if Steve is alone in this room with his ass, as if he were a toy. Daddy’s hand rubs the lube into the cheeks of his ass carelessly, smearing it around and covering him in the slippery liquid simply for the selfish enjoyment of seeing Bucky’s ass oiled up.
So much for his luxurious, self care shower.
Bucky’s head is so far in the clouds that he barely registers more of it being squirt onto his ass, the feeling of Steve’s hands rubbing and moving almost hypnotizing, but then Steve is rubbing it over his hole, circling it with his fingers and thumb, pressing his thumb into his hole as he moans.
Bucky squeals.
These touches are indicative of Steve meaning what he said about this punishment being for him; these are selfish touches.
The slap of Daddy’s big cock right over his soaked pussy makes him whine. But the feel of Steve then resting his cock between Bucky’s cheeks, of pushing his hips forward in a rhythmic motion draws his whine out further.
“I’m gonna be mean about it because it’s what you deserve. What I deserve. M’gonna fuck this little pussy the way I want to, for me— don’t give a shit about you right now. You wanna come? Fine. But this ain’t about you.”
Steve pulls his hips back in order for his hand to come down over Bucky’s wet hole hard, just the once and then three more swift times, spanking it and forcing another squeal out of Bucky’s mouth.
“Fuck…!”
He’s barely able to jump away from the sting, barely able to feel the burn of such a harsh touch, before Steve is stepping close again and pressing the fat tip of his cock back against Bucky’s soaked hole.
“You better bear down on it, baby— didn’t spend my sweet time training this pussy for nothin’.”
Bucky’s body and mind come together for a moment of panic, mesh in an effort to preserve what they perceive to be Bucky’s safety that is in danger. It’s too fast, too quick; it’s not what Bucky’s used to. He gasps as he shrinks away from Steve’s touch, his thoughts getting the best of him and—
Steve’s strong hand on his nape is like a warm blanket, like an off switch, even when it’s a touch that makes it difficult to breathe.
“None’a that now. Bear down, here we go…”
Claiming.
Breeding.
Steve’s always shown mercy, is in tune with Bucky’s mind and body, holds Bucky as a priority in life and in the bedroom; that is what Bucky is used to. But that Steve is nowhere to be found in their bedroom shrouded in darkness tonight. That Steve has been pushed past the brink of the vast amount of patience he holds, has been filled with amber liquid that takes away his softness. He’s nowhere to be found as he spears Bucky open on his cock, as he uses his big hands to press into the deep arch of Bucky’s back and use it as leverage to fuck into him faster, harder.
Bucky tells himself it’s a lot, that it’s overwhelming, but that it doesn't hurt. He’s used to sex; they have sex frequently. His body doesn’t need to be warmed up to taking Steve when he takes Steve on the regular. But rarely does he take Steve’s cock this fast, this quick, this harsh. His stream of noise is constant, is veering on feral in nature, and he all but thrashes underneath Steve’s hands and on his cock in response to being split open.
“This is my fuckin’ pussy,” Steve grounds out between what sounds to be gritted teeth, and Bucky can’t tell if it’s a reminder for Bucky or filth for himself.
Bucky can’t breathe. He chokes on his breaths, on his noises that won’t stop pouring out, his breaths caged up in his chest. Steve has his waist in a brutal grip, pressing his body further into the mattress, and with Bucky’s arms trapped under his chest it makes it cages his breaths up further.
He wills himself to breathe, begs himself to focus and to open up his willing body to his Daddy. It’s not difficult for him to want this, even as they tread new waters together, but he is quick to come to peace with his body taking the brunt of this…whatever type of punishment this is.
The only moment of mercy Bucky is shown is when Steve’s hips meet the curve of Bucky’s ass, and even then Steve only stills long enough to press and grind his cock impossibly deeper into Bucky. It’s as if he wishes to crawl inside of Bucky with a growl, as if Bucky’s body taking the entirety of his cock isn’t enough and he needs more than Bucky can give him.
Bucky feels drool on his chin.
His blinks are slow and lagging, or maybe that’s his eyes rolling back into his head.
“God fucking damnit,” Steve groans, his tone showing evidence of both relief and frustration, the smack he gives Bucky’s ass driving that frustration home. He jerks his hips back, pulls out of Bucky halfway before filling him up to the brim again. The lewd, wet noises of his pussy makes his cheeks burn in embarrassment, makes him moan at the easy slide and overwhelming sensation of stretch.
Bucky doesn’t know why he pretends to be a brat. A few harsh words and a smack on his ass and here he is face down, ass up for his Daddy.
Steve pulls his hips back again, is quick to slide them back home, beginning to fuck Bucky in earnest.
Bucky’s head spins.
“Pretty fuckin’ pussy for a pretty fuckin’ boy,” Steve tells him in a rumble, rubbing his thumb around Bucky’s stretched and wet rim.
On the other hand, maybe he should be a brat more often.
Steve fucks him without mercy.
Bucky is used to mercy.
He’s used to eye contact and pauses and little, “You good, baby”s. He’s not used to feeling the entirety of Steve’s strength pressed into his body, not used to feeling bruises form in the moment. He’s not used to feeling like Daddy is simply using him for his hole, for somewhere wet and warm to stick his dick and fuck into.
This is different.
This feels so good even if it is a lot.
It has his emotions twisted up in his stomach.
The way his body rocks forward with every brutal thrust, the force of the stretch of his pussy, the feeling of spreading his legs and being bent over for his Daddy; he’s almost embarrassed he can very realistically come from this kind of treatment.
He doesn’t realize he’s saying things until Steve is laughing, groaning, the noise of it swirling around Bucky’s empty brain like a marble.
“Oh sugar,” he moans long and slow, his hands coming down to cup Bucky’s ass as he fucks it, spreading it wide. “You got nothin’ to apologize for— none of that fuckin’ matters now that I’m inside’a you.”
Was he apologizing? He can hear himself now, the drawn-out, almost mournful noises he’s making as spit pools into the sheets underneath him. It’s all nonsense; he can tell that even though his brain is having a hard time processing his own words.
“Stretch me out, Daddy,” he hears himself whine. “I’m sorry— M’so sorry! Make it better, Daddy.”
Steve only fucks into him harder, the slick smack of his groin and his heavy sac slapping against Bucky’s lube-covered ass adding to the cacophony of noises swirling around the room and muddying up his brain.
“Whatever you say, baby.”
“Daddy…”
“Of course I fucking am. Who’s your Daddy?”
“You are…you’re my Daddy.”
Bucky feels a hand wrap roughly around his nape. His face is shoved further into the mattress. The force of the touch and the angle of his body makes him sob.
“Yeah? And whose pussy is this? Whose fuckin’ pussy is this?”
Bucky hiccups, sputters.
“Daddy’s! S��Daddy’s!”
His balls begin to tighten then, his groin stirring, the moment his hole relaxes and embraces the obscene stretch of Steve’s cock in full. Steve has always told him he has a sensitive sweet spot, a sensitive pussy, and this example is his Daddy’s checkmate.
He bucks against Steve’s harsh touch and thrusts when he feels his orgasm rapidly build and stir.
“M’gonna come, m’gonna…come,” he hears himself slur, a pitiful warning that he’s almost certain Steve can’t hear.
“I don’t give a shit.”
Oh.
He was wrong.
Bucky says the only thing that makes sense to him in this moment—
“Come in my pussy, Daddy.”
Steve roars, shoving at Bucky’s nape before letting go and reaching for his hair, all without pausing his thrusts.
“Don’t you fucking do that. You motherfucker. Don’t do that, Buck.”
His orgasm must possess him, push him into doing things Daddy said not to do, because he’s immediately defying his Daddy and pouting out, “Come in my pussy, Daddy. Fill my pussy up,” just as his first spurt of come hits the sheets.
It’s the only moment of his orgasm he is allowed to enjoy.
He’s still coming, dick continuing to shoot off and body continuing to ride the waves of a shattering orgasm, when Steve pulls out of Bucky’s body and drags him to the floor by his neck.
He hits the carpet with a thud and a shout, knees knocking and hands flying out to catch himself. He whines, cries, at losing such a memorable orgasm, at being pulled out of the experience of such, and tucks his chin to watch himself experience the end of his climax between his legs.
“Open your fucking mouth. Look up at me.”
Even with his ruined orgasm, he listens easily. He’s slow to do so. He turns his head up to do his best to look up at his Daddy, but the tears in his eyes make it impossible to see Steve.
He can see his fist though, see his cock as he uses his fist to fuck himself as they nearly come full circle for the night.
“You don’t let me come on your pretty face enough,” Steve accuses, voice hot and low, labored and barely audible over the ringing in Bucky’s ears and the sound of Steve aggressively jerking off above him.
Bucky doesn’t respond, can’t bring forth any words in his brain. He sits there with his tongue out, tears in his eyes, hips doing what they can to rock from the aftershocks of his shattering yet unenjoyable orgasm.
Steve groans and the noise hits Bucky right in the balls. He feels the result of it in his bloodstream, in his being, a noise that, at its core, is centered around Bucky being good. It’s gluttonous and selfish and sexy and Bucky could weep hearing it.
He thinks he is weeping at this point.
When he opens his eyes again, Steve is coming on his tongue.
And then his cheek.
And then over his other cheek, onto his forehead.
All Bucky can do is sob and moan, an odd combination that makes it sound like he’s begging for his life while also in heat.
“Fuck, that’s good. Fuck yeah, look at’chu. Look at my fuckin’ baby. My baby…”
Steve’s come feels as if it scalds his skin, the warmth of it both a shock and a comfort to him. Bucky lets it slide from his tongue, down his chin, has to close one eye in order to avoid a painful mess.
He does nothing to fight against the urge to pout when Steve feeds him the last bit of come from the swollen tip of his cock, letting it fall onto his bottom lip. Steve’s fingers immediately follow it, two of them reaching forward to rub the mess into his lip, then across his chin. Bucky watches from the floor as Steve’s chest heaves up and down underneath his crisp dress shirt, his thick fingers pressing and smearing his warm come into Bucky’s skin.
Bucky chases after his Daddy’s fingers like a starving animal, gasping and groaning, tongue lapping up whatever Steve has to offer.
Does he have no pride?
Daddy answers that question with two fingers shoved in his mouth, stroking the back of his tongue so harshly Bucky’s left with no choice but to gag loudly.
He still moans.
Steve lets out a long, happy noise that sounds like a sigh but feels like another groan in Bucky’s balls. It’s akin to the noise he lets out when he stands to stretch as the halftime show begins during the football games he watches on Sundays, deep and satisfied. He follows the noise up with a tight grip on Bucky’s jaw from the inside of his mouth, a hold on his teeth as he pulls Bucky further towards him.
Where Bucky expects a kiss, he instead gets no warning of Steve spitting down between his open lips.
“Fuck yeah…”
He uses his fingers to spread that around as well, allowing for the combination of his come, his spit, and Bucky’s spit slip over Bucky’s bottom lip and slip down his neck before letting Bucky go with a bit of a shove.
Bucky’s not used to this.
Bucky thinks he’s fallen in love with Steve all over again.
His spent and heavy cock still hangs from the open zipper of his pants, framed by thighs that Bucky swears are the size of tree trunks from down here, when Steve lets out one last, resigned groan.
“That was exactly what I fuckin’ needed,” he casually tells Bucky with more than a tap on his cheek. He turns on his heel and begins to walk away from Bucky and towards their shared bathroom.
Bucky can barely follow him with his eyes, can barely hold his head up.
Steve’s sharp whistle rings in his ears.
“C’mon, sugar— let’s see if you can wring another one outta me,” he hollers from over his shoulder, not bothering to look back at Bucky. Steve almost sounds like himself again, as if he hadn’t just hate fucked Bucky to the brink of psychosis. Bucky thinks he hears the shower.
Maybe that was all Steve needed to get out of his system.
Bucky begins to maneuver himself to stand, ass already sore and come still covering his face, when Steve snaps from the door of their bathroom.
“Nuh-uh— you crawl to your Daddy, kid.”
Maybe not.
#my writing#stucky fanfic#daddy steve and baby bucky#howdoyousleep#take a shot every time Steve says a variation of 'fuck' lol#(don't bc you'll end up in the hospital)#take a shot every time Steve drunkenly calls Bucky 'pretty'#(you may not end up in the hospital but you'll definitely get sick lol)
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incorrect skinny Steve & Bucky quote
#this is one of my favorites lol#steve rogers#bucky barnes#captain america#the winter soldier#ca:tws#stucky#marvel#mcu#text post meme#steve text posts
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July 4th, 2024 - Steve Rogers has been alive for 106 slutty, slutty years
Happy Birthday Steve! It's ok that you fell asleep before the party started; an old man needs his nap time <3
This started off silly and cute and then veered into slightly self-indulgent territory. I will not apologize.
(yes, OF COURSE the kiss is from Bucky, who else could get away with the party hat, smooch, and flash photo without waking him?)
#the only thing worth celebrating every fourth of july🫡#steve rogers my beloved#sara does art#marvel#tbh i'm still not 100% on this anatomy but it's fine#once again i spent way too much time on fabric wrinkles#steve rogers#happy birthday steve rogers#steve rogers fanart#marvel fanart#bucky barnes#stevebucky#stucky#bitches be like *points to this image* 'is this seat taken?'#and not wait for an answer#it's me#i'm bitches#probably bucky too lol
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Part 4
A Stucky au inspired by My Secret Agent Husband on DramaBox app.
[ Prologue ] [ Part 1 ] [ Part 2 ] [ Part 3 ]
#my early birthday present to myself 😌#because i won't be home tomorrow to celebrate and ofc my birthday is Monday so obviously i work so#happy birthday to me lol#stucky#alternate universe#stucky au#stucky alternate universe#stucky edits#stucky gifs#stucky manips#my edits#my gifs#my aus#mine#*
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hey! thanks for checking in! yeah, I know it's been ten years since captain america: the winter soldier came out but, yeah, I'm still thinking about it. I mean, at least now it only occupies, like, 40% of my thoughts daily but...what did you say? is it permanent? yeah, so far
#catws#the winter soldier#stucky#YEAH IT'S BEEN TEN YEARS PEOPLE HOW WE FEELING#get ready for me to reblog some stuff lol#lauren feels things
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