#stucky series

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Making a Mess | Series Masterpost [In-Progress]

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Series Summary: Bucky is scared to make a mess, even in the bedroom, until Steve discovers that Bucky needs to break his old habits. And be the filthiest boy possible.

Series Word Count: In-progress

Series Tags: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes | Rated E | Tags: 18+ explicit smut, recovering Bucky, established relationship, kink discovery, come marking, milking, no refractory period, dom Steve, sub Bucky, dirty talk

PART 1 / PART 2

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Adorable

Pairing: past Steve x Tony, Clint x Nat, Bucky x Steve Warnings: Dry humping

Part 8 of Housemates

The next day, Bucky was there as soon as visiting hours started, a little gift in hand. He was happy to see Steve sitting up and looking a lot better. “Hey, handsome.” He said brightly. “You’re looking better.” 

Steve blushed at that. “Feeling a lot better. Especially now that you’re here.” 

“I brought you something.” Bucky sat on the side of the bed. “I went to the actual store because the gift shop always has lame stuff.” 

Steve chuckled. “You didn’t have to. I’m almost back to normal.” He smiled. “But thank you.” He added as he took the small bag. He pulled out a little sketch pad and some drawing pencils. “Wow, this is nice. I always need these.” He beamed. “Thank you.”

“Figured you may wanna sketch until I can bring you home.” 

“Can’t wait to go home.” He nodded. “Will you play with my hair again?”l He asked shyly.  ��It feels nice and makes me sleepy.” He admitted. 

Bucky smiled. “Sure.” He thought he meant right now and moved up to the top of the bed. He got comfortable and started to play with Steve’s hair. 

Steve blushed brightly. “Oh, this works.” He leaned into him. 

“Glad you’re a normal temp today.” Bucky chuckled. “You we’re burning up yesterday.” 

“You could just say I was hot.” He teased. 

Bucky grinned. “Missed opportunity.” He liked this flirty side of Steve. “Your room is all ready for you to come home. Fresh bedding and the bathroom closest to you is clean.” He told him. 

“Thank you.” He said softly. “I’ve never had someone do all this for me.” He said honestly. 

“Nat said you get the stomach flu once a year. Stark never helped?” Bucky didn’t like that. 

“He cared but he wasn’t hands on.” Steve admitted. “He’d text me every few minutes from work and would send food.” He shrugged. “I would just sleep in a spare room because I didn’t wanna get him sick.” 

Bucky frowned. “Do you prefer that? I know I can be too much.” 

“I don’t think I prefer it, but after three years, that’s what I’m used to.” He shrugged. 

Bucky shook his head and continued playing with his hair. He’d take care of Steve as long as he’d let him. “Movie when we get home?” He suggested. 

“Buck, you need rest too.” Steve sighed, even though a movie just like this would be so nice. He enjoyed being close to him. 

“I got some sleep last night.” He promised him. “And how straining can relaxing while watching a movie with you be?” He teased. 

“I dunno.” Steve hummed. “I’m still all gross.” He moved away a little. 

Bucky rolled his eyes, shaking his head. “You’re not gross.” He pulled him back gently. “I can run you a bath when we get home.” He offered. “That might help you, too.” 

The blonde huffed and allowed himself to lean against him. 

That weekend, Steve was back to himself, but couldn’t bring himself to stop leaning into Bucky. “Still tired, Stevie?” Bucky rubbed the back of his neck gently as they sat on the couch. “What would you like for lunch?” 

He blushed. “No, just comfortable.” He sat up with a chuckle. “But how about I make us some BLT’s?” 

“Okay.” Bucky smiled. “We can relax outside after?” He offered. “And Nat and Clint will be here tomorrow, so I’ll probably run to the store later if there’s anything you want to add to the shopping list.” 

“Right.” It had slipped his mind. He wasn’t really sure where him and Bucky stood and hoped Nat wouldn’t ask. Or that Clint wouldn’t be...Clint. “I can go with you? See if anything catches my eye? I’ve been in the house since I got out of the hospital.” 

“Sure.” Bucky nodded. “Get you some fresh air.” He smiled. “Sounds like a plan.”

Steve nodded and went to make lunch for them, thinking of what to make for tomorrow. He knew that Bucky liked plums, so maybe he’d find some kind of plum dessert. 

“If they want to sleep over, the couch pulls out.” Bucky informed him. “So if we drink they don’t have to worry about getting home.”  

“Okay.” He smiled at him. “Perfect. We’re probably grilling right?” 

Bucky nodded. He liked when Steve grilled. “Burgers, hot dogs, all that.” 

“Can’t wait.” Steve nodded. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen them. And now we can all hang out.” He said brightly. The last time they planned to hang out Clint got called into work. “I’m gonna look up a dessert recipe to try before we head to the store.” He told Bucky as he handed him his plate. 

“Thanks.” He beamed. “I’ll look up grilling stuff and dip ideas.” 

They worked well as a team and by the time Nat and Clint showed up the next day, they had an entire spread going. Nat came in, bags in hand. “I brought stuff for some mixed drinks.” She smirked.  

“Oh, I’ll help.” Bucky grinned, going to pull out their glasses. 

Clint grinned at Steve, wiggling his eyebrows. “So, enjoying life here?” He teased.

“I am, yeah. Bucky’s a great housemate.” Steve said casually. “Neighborhood is nice, I’m close to work…” He shrugged, starting to prep some burgers to grill. 

“Mhm.” Clint chuckled. “I’m sure he’s great.” He patted his back as Bucky came out and set the glasses down.

“Nat said this one is sweeter for you.” Bucky handed one to Steve. “She knows how you like your drinks.”

Steve took a sip and knew it meant she just poured it heavy. “Thanks, Buck.” He smiled. “Thanks, Nat.” He looked over to her, earning a wink from her. He blushed and focused on cooking. 

Clint put some music on. “This is nice!” He grinned. He got comfortable in a chair. “We should visit more often.”

“Won’t argue there.” Bucky chuckled. He refilled the drinks once it was time to eat. It was a nice day out, so he figured they’d spend most of the time out there. Nat connected the sprinklers after the meal and everyone changed down to bathing suits. Not that anyone complained about seeing the others like that. 

They were on their fourth drinks when Steve made it more obvious he was watching Bucky. “Buck, want me to get you more dessert?” He gently tugged at his arm. “It’s plum.” He reminded him. “I know you like plums, so I made sure to make it.” 

Bucky grinned at him. “Before bed? I love your desserts.” 

Steve beamed, looking like a happy puppy. “Works for me.” He agreed, finishing off his glass. Nat came over to talk with Bucky and sat half on his lap to whisper into his ear. The brunette laughed and Steve pouted. Looking away, he got up to make another drink. He wanted to sit on Bucky’s lap or the other way around. He felt Nat should be on Clint’s lap. 

“Refill?” Clint came up behind him. “This stuff she gets is good.” 

“Yeah, that’s what I came over for.” He chuckled lightly. 

“Sweet.” Clint refilled them both. “Might as well take some to them.” 

“That doesn’t bug you?” Steve asked, motioning to them. “Her being on him?” 

Clint blinked. “No.” He shrugged. “They’re close friends.” He grinned suddenly. “Oh, you’re jealous.” He nudged him. “I’m sure you could sit on him and he’d really like that.” He encouraged. “Or pull him on yours.” He suggested. “I think he’d like either.” 

Steve’s cheeks were a dark pink between the alcohol and the images in his head. “Maybe.” He cleared his throat and they went back over to them. 

“Thank you!” Nat smiled and stood. She kissed Steve’s cheek. “You’re adorable when you get all rosy.” She told him. “Isn’t he, Bucky?” She looked over at him.

Bucky was already looking at Steve and nodded. “Very adorable.” He winked at him.  

He ran a hand through his hair, his eyes going from Bucky’s face to his lap. The brunette sat back as if inviting. He fixed his shorts slightly, hoping Steve would take the hint. Steve glanced at Clint who nodded. Swallowing, he tried to seem casual as he carefully went over and sat. He was used to being close to Bucky, but this was the closest they’d been. 

Bucky grinned and rested his hand on Steve’s thigh as Clint started telling one of his stories. He was really enjoying Steve sitting on his lap, and hoped that it happened more often. Neither him or Steve paid much attention to what Clint was saying. 

Steve leaned back and rested his head against Bucky’s shoulder, hand sliding to Bucky’s and intertwining their fingers. He smiled as Bucky gave his hand a small squeeze. They stayed like that until Nat pulled them up to dance. Anyone who would glance to their yard probably would have a laugh as no one was coordinated at this point. Steve did his best to keep Bucky close, making even less coordinated. 

Bucky laughed, shaking his head. He pulled Steve’s hips close to his. “Better?” He asked, his voice low. 

“Much.” He grinned. 

Bucky saw their friends kissing out of the corner of his eye and grew brave enough to try and kiss Steve. It took a moment before the shock wore off and Steve kissed back. The kiss was instantly heated and they stumbled onto the grass. Luckily it was dark enough at this point. Bucky rested himself against Steve, smiling into it.

Steve ran a hand through his hair and whined. “Grow it out again?” He asked, licking his lips. “Bet it was great to tug, and it was so hot.” 

Bucky nodded quickly. “I’ll do anything you want.” He kissed his jaw. 

“We’re taking your bed!” Nat told Bucky as Clint was carrying her inside. 

“Which one?” Steve asked, laughing. 

“Yours!” She said before they were completely inside. 

“So, head inside to my room since yours is occupied?” Bucky asked. 

“Want me to carry you, too?” Steve ran his hand down his back. “I like holding you.” He pecked his lips. 

Bucky chuckled. “I think we’ll barely make it up as it is.” He stood and tugged his hand to stand. “You can hold me once we’re in bed.” He promised. “And even when we’re not. Hold me whenever you want, Stevie.”

Steve groaned and gave him a deep kiss. “Can’t get enough of you, Buck.” He rested his forehead against his. 

Bucky beamed at him. “That’s okay. I’m offering everything I have.” He kissed him. “Can we go make out?” He asked, really wanting to get back to kissing him. “We can talk more tomorrow when we’re sober.” He chuckled. 

Steve nodded quickly. His mind was clouded with Bucky and Bucky only. He wasn’t thinking about the aftermath. As soon as they were in Bucky’s room, he kicked the door shut and let Bucky pull him to bed. Steve straddled him as they kissed, grinding against him. He was way more brave when he had drinks in him. Bucky groaned, his hands on Steve’s hips. 

Steve kissed down his neck, sucking a dark mark. “Shit, Stevie.” Bucky gasped. “More.” He scratched down his back. 

“You like being marked up, Buck?” He asked, kissing over his jaw. 

“So much. Everywhere.” He bucked his hips. “Mark me as yours.” He breathed. 

Steve groaned and did as he asked. He loved having his mouth on him. He loved the reactions and sounds it pulled from Bucky. Grinding his hips down, he shuddered slightly. “I could finish like this.” He mumbled. 

“Me, too.” Bucky helped Steve move his hips. “Lemme hear you.” He felt Steve had the prettiest noises. “Come undone for me.” He urged him, close himself as Steve moved his focus to his collar bone. 

Steve gasped and nuzzled in his neck as he got close. “Bucky.” He groaned as he finished. 

Hearing Steve groan his name had him finishing moments later. The two of them panted against each other before lazily kissing. Bucky rubbed Steve’s back gently, feeling closer to him. 

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A SWEET TREAT- STUCKY

Pairing: Roomates! Stucky x Fem! Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Summary: while eating the best ice cream you’ve ever tasted, you teasingly confess to your roomates you’d let ben and jerry do anything they wanted to you. the next time you open the freezer, their names have been crossed out, and replaced with bucky and steves. be prepared for a treat much sweeter than ice cream…

Warnings: SMUT, threesum, blowjob, praise kink, degradation kink, petnames, masturbation mentioned, finger sucking & gagging, sub space, size kink/ belly bulge, small daddy kink, swearing, teasing, bucky speaking russian bc oh my god that needs its own warning

Notes: in honour of summer being near, i made this while eating some BOMB ass ice cream! if ur lactose intolerant, you arent in this fic, hop on the dairy train bb;)

As Steve dug in his pocket, pulling out the apartment key that jangled with the little heart-shaped keychain you had made him, he was not expecting to hear a loud moan come from the other side of the door. 

It made him stop in his tracks, key halfway in the lock as he froze, eyes widening. 

It was your moan. 

He could recognise that sweet, high-pitched whine anywhere. 

Whenever you thought he and Bucky were asleep, he could hear you moan into your pillow through the paper-thin walls, hand between your legs at an odd hour of the night. He never told you could hear you, knowing you’d be too embarrassed to do anything in the apartment again. 

And that wouldn’t work for Steve.

 He craved those sweet noises like a drug, often slipping his hand down to stroke his cock in rhythm with your moans. 

But it wasn’t very late, and it wasn’t far enough to be in the comfort of your bedroom. Was Bucky fucking you? He and Bucky had discussed it many times, often fantasying over you together, talking about every little way they’d fuck your gorgeous body, but was he seriously doing without him? 

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For Endgame: 2014 - Part 24 of 4 Minute Window

by @cesperanza

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Hiii! In the sugar and spice au, how did the roommates discover her stream, and how did they react?

Love from the other side of the world! ✨️

a/n: if i blew a kiss out of my window, do you think it would reach you all the way over there?

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okay, so it would be after the whole breakup with ransom, after you moved in with the three of them

picture it: you think you're home alone, that none of your roommates will be home for hours, so, of course, you grasp the perfect opportunity and stream for a bit

but what you don't know when you're squirming against a vibrator and flirting with the chat is that one of them returned early (maybe a cancelled class?)

i'm thinking it's bucky

he'd probably be just swallowed up in the mundane routine, getting in the door and stuff, till BOOM! he hears your moan from down the hallway

and then he hears the way you're talking and what a dead giveaway it is to what you're doing in there

so what does he do? i mean...... he's just a guy.... he can't help it if he gets entrances on the other side of your door...

also mind you, this all happens after you've already slept with all of them

(let's pause a sec to go over that)

in my mind, with most of them it happened pretty early on in your friendships

or with curtis, that's how you met, he was a one night stand turned bff

bucky was a drunken hookup, the kind where you're both just so happy and lovey-dovey. like you just wanna show each other how much you love each other and appreciate each other as a friend, but you wanna take it a step higher than a hug, so naturally you kiss. buuuuutt, that then escalates because of the horndogs you are and you end up scrambling to the nearest bathroom to fuck (mmmmm, the eye contact in the mirror 🤤)

steve was probably the one you were the closest to before you two banged for the first time. but with him, i'm thinking it was a day where he was feeling super down and blue about something and you went over to cheer him up. in your desperation to find a way to make him feel even a little bit better you threw in the suggestion that you'd suck his cock, which was like a record scratch for him because he naturally assumed you weren't serious, only for you to show him just how serious you actually were by sinking down on your knees and slobbering all over him till a smile appeared on his face.

(okay, now that's settled, back to the story at hand)

so! bucky quickly spilt the beans to the others and the next chance they got, they were all spying outside your door, throbbing hard the lot of them.

when they confronted you about it, they did in a way that almost made you cry because of how polar opposite it was to the blow up with your ex

they were so sweet and respectful, sharing what they'd heard and asking if their suspicions were true.

and then (because they were all super into it) they asked if you'd share what your screen name was and if it was alright for them to watch you.

(urgh! i love them so much!!!! 😭)

then after that, it slowly became just another normal thing in your lives, openly chatting about it (your schedule, some ideas for content and stuff, letting them help brainstorm)

you sometimes let your door stay open during streams

they soon helped you upgrade your setup

and when you needed some help to snap the perfect picture or help lift the heavy fuck machine out of your closet, you had a sea of volunteers to choose from

do you need a dick as a prop for the perfect pov pic? why use a dildo when you have three real ones to choose from!

or filming a custom video? now you suddenly have the opportunity to do something other than just solo ones (were they the ones to point that out and slyly suggest that they'd be into it? 10000% yes. either its a pov style video so their identities are hidden, or if its not, if you just let the camera stay off to the side and capture it from there, then you just go in in post and blur their faces, easy peasy)

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mafia? stucky who dote on their loving girl? instant brain rot and reblog to reread over..and over..and over

~ Mafia!Stucky Mastlist⍟✪ 📚~

Hello lovely, I hope you’re having a great day. I thought it was about time I made a list dedicated to my favourite boys, so welcome to my Mafia!Stucky masterlit!I love to write in my spare time, and the fiction I create is for 18+ readers ONLY. Also, everything is character x fem!reader, and please, read the tags carefully before continuing.

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you're mine (smut, angst, dark)

Steve loves showing off what’s his, you. What does eh do when he sees someone staring at what is his?

i need more (fluff, smut)

You’d been off all day and it hadn’t gone unnoticed by Steve. He’d do anything to make you feel better so when you started begging him to help you have some release, he didn’t hold back.

ruined orgasm - kinktober (smut)

He had given you one rule: do not interrupt the meeting. So, of course you had to walk straight into the meeting that had all of America’s most noterious gangsters

steve's birthday wish (P.1) (fluff, smut, angst)

It was approaching Steve’s birthday and you had no idea what to get him. Bucky suggests just asking the Mafia boss what he would like, but would you regret your decision when you hear what Steve truly wants.

When Two Become Three (P.2) (fluff, smut)

It has been a few weeks since Steve sat back and watched your be pleasured by his best friend Bucky, and you couldn’t stop thinking about it. Especially, the part where Steve confessed his fantasy to have a threesome, but would you ever agree to it?

one more meeting (fluff, smut, angst, dark)

For all of the years that you had known Steve and Bucky, you had never seen them lose control of their anger. All of the murder and violence always being calculated, calm, and dangerous. But today, that all changed and for the first time in years, you were truly scared of the boys you loved.

repeat after me(fluff, smut, angst)

It wasn’t often that you had to attend a party with your boyfriends but today, you found yourself at one, filling you with anxiety and dread. How will the boys react when they find you close to a panic attack and starting to doubt their love for you?

how many?(fluff, smut)

Steve had finally found time to take you and Bucky on holiday. What he doesn’t tell you however is that today, he wanted to see just how many times he and Bucky could get you to orgasm.

i can’t lose you (fluff, smut, angst, dark)

Being the girlfriend of the Mafia leader and his second in command had its dangers but for years, you'd never had to experience this. Until now. How will the boys react when you're put in danger?

no touching (fluff, smut, angst)

You blatantly ignored their instructions and now you had to suffer the repercussions for your actions.

i don’t care (fluff, smut)  

'The reader having a menstrual cycle, this one just a little worse than others, and Steve and Bucky worrying and helping her through it.'

the one weakness (fluff, smut, angst) 

It wasn't often you were by yourself so when you quickly go to the coffee shop, what happens when the enemy is watching and waiting nearby.

overwhelming (fluff)

It had been your birthday a few days ago and both Steve and Bucky had made it their mission to give you the most lavish party followed by intense, long nighttime activities. However as you lay in bed on Monday morning, something just didn't feel quite right.

the fun game  (fluff, smut)

Steve and Bucky had forgotten about your date, leaving you waiting for two hours in the restaurant. How will they react when you decide to play your own little game as payback and, how far can you go before they finally snap?

harder, please  (fluff, smut, angst)

Your mind was clouded with lust and pleasure, as you begged repeatedly for more from Bucky but, what happens when you get hurt in the process?

protect and forget  (fluff, smut, angst) 

Life as the girlfriend of the Mafia boss and his second-in-command was not always smooth sailing, everything did not always go to plan. Two weeks before your birthday, a threat was made to your life. What happens when Steve and Bucky begin to push you away as they search for the threat?

All Eyes On You  (smut)  

“Do you know what we would have done if we had turned up to that restaurant and seen you all dolled up like that? We would have bent you over the table in front of everyone and shown them exactly who you belonged to". - Steve Rogers

you belong to me  (fluff, smut, angst)

These girls knew you were dating Steve and Bucky, so why is it that they thought it was ok to have their hands all over them?

dont fall asleep  (fluff, smut, angst)

It was supposed to be a normal day, but not in fate's eyes as you and Sam are hit by a drunk driver. How will Steve and Bucky react when they hear their girls been hurt?

rule number one.  (fluff, smut, angst)

It was Bucky's birthday but even a surprise party won't stop Steve and Bucky from punishing you for not looking after yourself.

Last Hope (CH. 1) (CH. 2)  (fluff, smut, angst, dark)

Before dating Steve and Bucky, your life felt like a steel cage that you couldn't escape from because of your family business. There was no happiness or hope but, what happens when the infamously heartless mafia leader, Steve Rogers, finds you alone?

our little bean  (fluff, angst)    

You stared unblinking at the Doctor who had just told you the news you couldn't quite comprehend. You were on birth control, so why is the test in his hands saying that you're pregnant?  Accidents happened but is this a happy one? (Yes it is).

the limit  (fluff, smut, angst)

Everyone has a limit, this includes Steve and Bucky. What happens in different situations where each of you felt compelled to use your safewords?

sick day (fluff)

Bucky had warned you that dancing in that rain without a coat would lead you to be ill, maybe you should have listened more to his warning.

accident’s happen (fluff, smut, angst) 

You were visiting a friend when you were accidentally hit in the face, leaving behind a cut across your cheekbone. How will Steve and Bucky react when they see their girl injured?

everyone is breakable  (fluff, smut, angst)

Steve and Bucky were invincible in your eyes. They'd never been injured or in a situation where you thought they weren't the ones in control. That is until one day Bucky doesn't return from meeting with a client.

winter soup  (fluff, smut, angst)

There was no better feeling than a bowl of hot soup when you're feeling unwell and, what's even better is when it's delivered to your door every day by your new guard. It tasted amazing and you could always trust everyone in the Mafia... right?

something new   (smut)

The mafia leader was known to be possessive and enjoy showing off his girl but what happens when he wants to do this by being intimate in front of his gang?

pegging - kinktober  (smut)

Steve had once instructed bucky how to pleasure you but what happens when you’re the one being given the instructions?

cockwarming - kinktober (smut)

You’re feeling needy and restless so Steve offers you something to suck on, much to Bucky’s amusement.

double penetration in one hole - kinktober  (smut)

You were adament to prove Steve wrong and do something you’ve never done before.

fear play - kinktober (smut, dark)

You woke up to darkness, your phone was missing and, all you could was silence echoing around the house but, you knew you weren’t alone.

role reversal - kinktober  (smut)

For once, you were the one shouting at the enemy, demanding that they leave your office. Steve and Bucky were in awe so you tried to keep up this confidence and burn off some energy with them.

Duke, Duchess and Knights  (fluff, angst)

You get so lost in the fantasy dream that when it turns into a nightmare, you're not sure what reality is when you wake up screaming.

Merry Christmas (fluff, smut)

It was a simple question: Have you been naughty or nice this year?

Safety Measures (Angst, Smut, Fluff)

It was the anniversary of Steve and Bucky saving you from your sadistic brother. Usually, it was a time of celebration for you, but this year, you couldn't help but feel paranoid and unsafe.

Drabbles

The first to give their jacket when reader is cold

Mad & Sad moments

Saying the wrong thing

TikTok trend: no kissing

Who is more protective?

safe space in your new home

Halloween Costumes

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Let us be there for you...Part 2

Warning- Angst, fluff, introvert, shyness.

You’d always been the type to say “yes” to everything. You didn’t want to let anyone down. Especially not your new team. So when someone asked you for help, whether it was a mission, a training session, or just to hang out, you said yes.

You said yes because you were afraid to say no. You were afraid no one would want you around if you couldn’t say yes. You didn’t want to be rejected or left alone because you were “selfish” enough to say no. So you never said no, you always forced yourself to say yes.

Every time. Even when you were exhausted, even when you just needed a moment of peace.

You were exhausted, both mentally and physically. Every time you said yes, it was like adding another brick to your already full load. Your body was screaming to stop, to slow down, but you didn’t listen. You didn’t know how to say no, so you kept going. You kept forcing yourself to say yes, even as your mind and body were slowly breaking down.

You had no idea how to ask for a break. No idea how to express how overwhelmed you were. Because if you did, what if the others saw you as weakness? What if they saw you as a burden and sent you away?

That’s when Steve stepped in.

It started subtly. You’d find yourself in the common room, tense, avoiding everyone’s eyes because you didn’t know how to say no.

Steve would show up with that steady, understanding smile of his, pulling you aside to chat, and before you knew it, you were talking. Just talking, about how you felt, about how hard it was to constantly keep up appearances.

And he listened. Steve listened to you, truly listened to you. He didn’t judge, he didn’t dismiss your feelings. Instead, he showed empathy, understanding.  He didn’t just brush off your words, he cared. He cared about how you felt.

“I know what it’s like,” Steve would say, his voice quiet but reassuring. “It’s hard to admit when you’re overwhelmed, but you don’t have to take it all on yourself. You’ve got us.”

You never realized how much you needed to hear those words until now.

Slowly, you started spending more time with him, more quiet conversations, more moments of just being yourself. The connection between you both deepened, and it felt like a weight was lifting.

But while it felt like a relief for you, it wasn’t so easy for Bucky.

Bucky had always been close to Steve, so seeing him spend more time with you had rubbed him the wrong way. He didn’t understand why Steve was spending so much time with you, why he wasn’t hanging out with him instead.

You first noticed it during dinner one evening. You’d been sitting with Steve, talking about the latest mission plans, when Bucky walked in.

He glanced over, saw you with Steve, and froze. The air between them was thick with something you couldn’t quite place. It was subtle so subtle, in fact, that you might’ve missed it if you weren’t paying attention, but there was a shift. A kind of... tension.

The next few days were more of the same. Bucky seemed quieter around you, his usual teasing replaced with a cool indifference. And whenever you spent time with Steve, Bucky was nowhere to be found.

It wasn’t until you overheard them, that the truth hit you.

It was late, the tower quiet, and you had been about to head to your room when you heard voices in the hallway. You froze, instinctively stepping back into the shadows, trying not to be noticed.

“What’s all this about you spending time with Y/n?” Bucky asked bluntly, his voice laced with annoyance.

Steve raised an eyebrow, his expression cool and calm. “What do you mean?”

Bucky rolled his eyes. “You know what I mean. You’re always hanging out with her now. It’s like you’ve forgotten about me.”

Steve’s expression softened slightly, but he didn’t give in. “I’m not allowed to have other friends, then?”

Bucky’s scowl deepened. “That’s not what I’m saying and you know it. You used to hang out with me all the time, and now it’s like I’m an afterthought.”

Steve sighed. “Bucky, it’s not like that. I’m allowed to spend time with other people, just like you are.”

Bucky crossed his arms, his annoyance still evident. “But it’s like you’re spending all your time with Y/n. What happened to us hanging out together? We used to do everything together!”

The pain in Bucky’s voice was unexpected, and it twisted something inside you. You felt guilty. Guilty for not seeing this sooner, guilty for the unintentional rift you were causing between two people who were like brothers to each other.

You didn’t want to be the cause of this. So, you did what you always did, you made a decision. You had to fix it.

The next day, you found Bucky in the training room, kicking around a punching bag like it owed him money. You hesitated for a moment, then walked in. He didn’t acknowledge you at first, but you could see the way his shoulders tensed when you approached.

“Bucky,” you said softly, not sure where to start. “Can we talk?”

He paused, then looked up, his expression unreadable. “What about?”

“I know... I know it’s been a bit strange lately...” you began, choosing your words carefully. “You’ve probably noticed that Steve and I have been spending more time together, and I just... I need you to know something.”

Bucky crossed his arms, his gaze never leaving you. “I’ve noticed.”

You took a deep breath, your heart beating faster. “The reason why Steve has been spending time with me...” you paused, unsure of how to say it, but then you forced yourself to continue. “It’s because I’ve been struggling. I’ve been having a hard time keeping up with everything, and Steve’s been helping me through it. I just can't say no to anyone and lately...I've been feeling like I'm drowning...”

Bucky’s expression changed from annoyance to surprise as you spoke. He had expected a different reason, and the truth took him off guard. “You…you’re having a hard time?” he asked, his voice losing some of its edge.

You nodded, feeling vulnerable but also relieved to finally admit it out loud. “Yeah,” you said quietly. “I’ve been putting on this mask for so long, trying to be the person everyone expects me to be...but it’s been exhausting. I just can’t keep up anymore. I feel like... if I say no... they'll be disappointed or think I'm rude...”

Bucky’s expression softened further, and he could no longer keep the annoyance. He looked at you with empathy, understanding what you were going through.

“Why didn’t you say something?” he asked, his voice quiet.

“I was afraid,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. “I was afraid of being seen as weak, being seen as a burden. I thought I had to be strong for everyone...it’s just... Steve and I were talking about this, and he just... he knows what it’s like to feel like you have to be everything to everyone. He didn’t make me feel like I was weak for needing help. And I guess... I guess I needed that.”

Bucky’s expression softened even more, feeling guilty for thinking you were taking Steve away from him. “I’m sorry,” he said quietly. “I had no idea you were feeling like that. And Steve... he’s been a good friend to you, hasn’t he?”

You nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. “Yeah, he has,” you replied. “He’s been there for me when I needed someone to listen. He doesn’t judge me, he just...he understands.”

Bucky’s mind was racing. He felt guilty for doubting you and Steve, for not realizing how much you were struggling. Now that he knew the truth, he couldn’t help but feel protective of you.

He silently vowed to himself that he would be there for you just like Steve had been. He promised to himself that if he can help Steve, he could help you too.

Bucky reached out and placed a hand on your shoulder, his voice serious but gentle.

“You’re not alone, you know,” he said. “Steve might be helping you, but you have other friends too. Including me.”

His words hung in the air, and you caught a glimpse of the sincere intent in his eyes. He meant every word he said.

The weight that had settled on your chest began to lift, a sense of relief flowing through you. “Thank you, Bucky. I’m really sorry I didn’t see this sooner. I don’t want to cause any more tension between you two.”

Bucky shrugged, the usual smirk on his face. “Don’t worry about it. We’ll work it out. But if you ever need help again, you know I’m right here for you.”

And just like that, the tension seemed to dissolve. What was once a fragile moment of hurt and miscommunication had turned into an opportunity for all of you to grow.

That evening, you found yourself in the common room with both Steve and Bucky, the three of you talking and laughing together. It felt right. You had your team, your friends, and they had your back. And now, you were learning how to lean on them when you needed it most.

You didn’t have to carry everything on your own. You weren’t alone anymore.

Part 1 - Part 3

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Making a Mess | Series Part 1

Series Summary: Bucky is scared to make a mess, even in the bedroom, until Steve discovers that Bucky needs to break his old habits. And be the filthiest boy possible.

Series Tags: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes | Rated E | Tags: 18+ explicit smut, recovering Bucky, established relationship, kink discovery, come marking, milking, no refractory period, dom Steve, sub Bucky, dirty talk

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Bucky came back with certain eccentricities. Committing to a relationship meant Steve needed to commit to these new quirks too.

The most noticeable is compulsive cleaning all the while being seemingly terrified of making any kind of mess. Steve regretfully assumes this is associated with past punishment. That Bucky remembers if something like a mess is his fault, there will be repercussions.

The tidiness is not the problem. It doesn't feel like an issue if Bucky is neurotic about cleaning. He always makes the bed, folds his clothes, wipes the counters, does the dishes immediately. Steve does his part as well, but what he really wishes is that Bucky could relax. Ease up.

But if Bucky needs a clean space to feel okay then Steve will be okay with that.

It's sex that becomes odd.

Bucky correlates "making a mess" even with ejaculating. And the idea of coming on anything or anyone is nearly traumatizing for him. After enough heated makeout, humping sessions where Bucky continuously stopped himself before he got too close, they finally have a discussion about it.

They determine that Bucky will feel much better if Steve wears a condom even though they don't have to with the serum. This way, Steve's release will be "confined" and "easily disposable" as Bucky puts it. Not super sexy, but obviously Steve agrees anyhow.

Similarly, and more strangely, Bucky requests he wears a sock over his cock while being fucked. For the same reasons. Choosing a sock over a condom is due to the fact that Bucky doesn't want to see the mess through the condom. He wants it hidden. Lastly, they need a towel under them at all times, just in case of any dripping.

Steve gets used to all these adjustments. He tells himself he doesn't mind them even though they are quite odd. Whatever makes Bucky comfortable is good with him because he loves Bucky and let's be real, he wants to fuck him more than he cares about socks, condoms and towels.

It's just the way they do things now... that is, until one evening. Steve wakes up horny in the middle of the night. And if he's being honest, he's just not thinking. He's sleepy and aroused. The blood has left his brain.

He mindlessly turns to Bucky and starts kissing him, feeling him all over. And Bucky kisses him right back. He leans into Steve, whimpering softly the way he always does when he wants it.

So, Steve forgets about the sock and the condom and the towel. He pulls Bucky's boxers down and starts rubbing his cock in between the cheeks of Bucky's ass. He's too lazy to open him up. He just needs to get off. And this is enough... for both of them it seems.

They both come and it's not until the haze of Steve's climax is fading that he not only realizes what they've done but he registers that Bucky is trembling incredibly hard. He opens his eyes to find tears slipping down Bucky's face.

Steve rushes to hug him and starts apologizing frantically. But when Bucky looks down at the come all over them and the bed, his lip trembles.

"I made a mess," he cries.

Steve's about to profusely apologize again when he notices Bucky's cock twitch and then they both watch a little bit more come dribble out. Steve looks over at him, amazed. Bucky sucks in a shaky breath. He turns to Steve.

"I'm still coming," he breathes. They watch more pour out and the look on Bucky's face staring at the evidence of it all is... indescribable.

That's when everything changes.

It's how Steve realizes Bucky needs to see the mess, needs to make one. He has to break free of his old conditioning and understand that making a mess is okay.

It's a high for him, Steve learns very quickly as they begin to experiment. The same way someone breaks a law, rebels against everything they know and feels reinvigorated by it. Making a mess, seeing it, and understanding that he's not about to be punished is freeing for Bucky, thrilling even. It's what he needs.

It's — thank god, oh thank god! Steve celebrates not having to wear a condom, not having to jerk Bucky off under a sock anymore.

Which is how they get here, to their new routine, where mess is encouraged and marveled. And by mess, Steve mainly means come. Lots and lots of come.

Steve has Bucky, naked, on all fours in the middle of the bed. His cock is hard, hanging between his legs.

Steve settles on his knees next to him.

"Are you sure... you want me like this?" Bucky asks.

"Yes, honey. It's perfect, just like this," Steve rubs his back.

"I'm not sure..." Bucky whispers, peering down at the bedsheets below him. No protective towel or barrier to shield his release.

"I'm sure. Do you want to make daddy happy?"

"Yes," Bucky nods.

"Good, then keep this ass up. And I'm gonna milk that pretty cock right in between your legs."

"I'll make a mess," Bucky shakes his head, panic rising in his throat.

"I want you to," Steve corrects, softly petting his hair. That calms him, he looks forward again. "And daddy's going to clean it up. So I want you to make a big mess for me."

Bucky gulps, digesting the words.

"Okay…" he nods.

Steve begins. Jerking him off slowly and tightly, always pointing his cock straight down toward the tan bedsheets.

After the discovery, Steve went out and bought everything in beige or muted colors so that come would show up brightly on them. He didn't want Bucky's release to blend in with bright white bedding. He wants stains to stew into the fabric and become a reminder for him. Most days, he leaves their messes to stain purposely for this very reason.

"Wait," Bucky murmurs.

"Are you close?"

"Uh huh, we... need a towel," Bucky frets, his eyes darting down between his legs.

His cock throbs in Steve's hands. He's definitely about to come.

"No, we don't. I want it all over the bedsheets," Steve instructs.

"Can I have a s-sock?" Bucky stutters.

"No."

Steve twists his wrists right under the head making Bucky's elbows nearly fold in but he catches himself.

"Let it happen, baby. Let it all spill out," Steve croons.

"But..." Bucky tenses, trying to hold back.

"Bucky," Steve scolds.

"Oh... no," Bucky cries, his legs shaking now. He grips the bedsheets in his hands, a pink blush wraps around the back of his neck.

Steve leans in closely, still pumping his cock.

"It's good, honey. Remember? We wanna make a mess. I'm gonna clean it all up for you, sweetheart."

Steve keeps stroking him until he feels the large pulse of Bucky's cock, indicating he's about to come. And then it rushes out of him in thick, large spurts all over the sheets.

"There you go," Steve coos. "There's my brave boy. You're being so brave for me."

Bucky's trembling as it continues to flow out of him. When it slows to a drip, Steve unlatches his hand. Lifting him as he sits against the headboard, he shifts Bucky to his lap. Bucky instantly wraps himself around Steve in a hug. His skin is warm to the touch, his limbs are starting to calm now along with his breathing.

"You know what we're gonna do now?" Steve asks, petting the back of his hair once more.

Bucky shakes his head over his shoulder. Then he glances back at the mess on the sheets. The puddle of come Steve just milked out of him. Steve turns his chin back to him with a loving smile.

"Make you come again," Steve tells him.

"But—" Bucky shakes his head, ready to protest.

"No butts," Steve shushes him with a finger on his lips. "Gonna make you come on my cock now. Cause you deserve it, baby. And you're gonna make another really big mess."

"I can't."

"Yes, you can."

Steve spreads Bucky's ass over his lap, grabs his cock, and lines the head up against his hole. Pushing inside him is easy since Steve opened him up before he milked him.

Steve thrusts upward, fast and steady. In just a few pumps, Steve lets himself come with a strained groan. He's already so worked up and he doesn't have to hold back when it'll only add to the mess. While he keeps fucking him, his release begins to drip down from Bucky's hole adding to the already soiled bedsheets.

He knows Bucky can feel it dripping down, dripping out of him. He knows exactly what's happening and even though his face is scrunched with uncertainty, his cock starts to throb against Steve's stomach. Steve gives him a few tight strokes and that's all it takes to set him off again.

With his cock pointed up, Bucky paints Steve's chest in his come. And when he's done, he can't take his eyes off it. Panting from his second orgasm, he stares at Steve's chest like he's never seen it before. All marked up, all from his doing. 

Steve stops fucking him. Bucky blinks up at him like he hadn't realized how focused he'd become with his come-covered pecs. Steve cracks a sinful grin before he takes his hand and scoops up as much as he can off his skin.

Bucky's eyes widen as if he's never seen Steve do this before (he has). Steve reaches forward and smears the come all over Bucky's chest, eliciting a sharp gasp from Bucky. Bucky closes his eyes like he can't process it, the feeling of his release all over his bare skin. Steve continues rubbing it in until Bucky opens his eyes to face it.

"There you are," Steve smiles, pausing his hands.

He tugs Bucky forward for a kiss. Bucky moans into it.

"You ready?" Steve asks.

Bucky nods, whimpering against his lips because he knows what's coming. And as much as his body tries to fight it, he knows how much he wants it.

Steve lifts them together, carefully turning Bucky around and placing him onto his stomach right over the first puddle of come. He pushes Bucky between his shoulder blades making sure the come is sliding up from his stomach, to his chest, all the way to his neck. Bucky mewls into the bedsheets, hiding his face.

Steve grabs Bucky's hips, pushes back inside, and continues fucking him in earnest. This is always where Bucky officially loses it. Steve feels it under his hands as Bucky's entire body starts to tremble.

"What, honey?" Steve taunts playfully. "You like being fucked, lying over our come?"

Bucky cries out but the sound is muffled since his face is still buried against the mattress. His hands stretch out and grip the sheets into tight fists. The tremor running through his body is only intensifying.

Steve grabs his hips tighter, thrusts into him faster, and then the high-pitched wail tears from Bucky's lips. He's coming for a third time, absolutely reveling in the mess he's being fucking into.

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Emerald Hallow Chapter 1

Summary: Steve Rogers wants to move on.  He wants to forget Peggy, and dive into the 21st century.  But this man of the past doesn’t know how to navigate being an Alpha in a modern world of skittish Omegas.  He prides himself on his self control, never wanting to harm or scare them, until something just smells too damn good…and he’s not the only one who notices.  

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Warnings: abo!dynamics, smutty smut smut, name calling, eventual threesome, voyeurism, rough sex

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Steve prided himself on his self control. He was a Beta before the super soldier serum, and when his body went through the transformation so did his classification. Not only did he have to learn how to operate his new body but as a new Alpha he had to learn how to handle the intense emotions and instincts that came with it. He’d been able to work through most of it without endangering any Omegas along the way. Anytime a moment of weakness chipped at his psyche the words of Dr. Erskine would rattle his brain: “…you must promise me that you will stay who you are. Not a perfect soldier. But a good man.” Good men, good Alphas, did not attack or take what they wanted from others. Steve was well aware of the plight of Omegas in the world. If there was one thing that had stayed consistent throughout his long life it was that Omegas were still considered “less” by many, something to be bred and fulfill Alphas’ needs. He didn’t feel this way, but knew many others did.

After returning the Infinity stones he had gone to see Peggy in the past for closure, but did not stay. As much as he wanted to, he just couldn’t. He loved her, but she was also an Alpha, and same classification couples never worked out.  Bucky needed him, and a promise of “’til the end of the line” was a promise. He had helped transition Sam into the Captain America role and quickly retired, only advising on missions rather than taking the lead. He tried to reintegrate back into regular civilian life, finding his next adventure. He wanted to move on from Peggy and find an Omega to settle down and have a family with.

So far he had no luck. He had started going by his middle name, Grant, and had grown out his beard and hair again so he wasn’t as recognizable as “Captain America” anymore. The dates he’d gone on had been unsuccessful. Omegas were hard to come by nowadays, and to find one willing to even go on a date was even harder. He felt like he was being a gentleman, not expecting anything from them other than to get to know them and see if it was worth pursuing, but he could feel the anxiety and tension dripping from their scents every time. He couldn’t blame them, but it also made him feel like the magic or allure of a great romance that he was looking for to replace his feelings for Peggy was a pipe dream.

One late Autumn night as he left Bucky’s apartment and headed home he smelled something that made him skid to a stop. Amongst the carved pumpkins and crisp Autumn air was something tantalizing, mouth-watering, and made the hair on the back of his neck raise in anticipation. His body moved towards the smell without him even realizing, his nose held high as he followed the scent down a block and into an old fashioned jazz club. It reminded him of the old dance halls of the 1940s, a live band playing on a stage with tables skirting the walls, making a small circle in the middle for couples to dance. There were vintage Halloween decorations lining the walls and the bar.  He made a mental note to tell Bucky about this place as the scent grew stronger and he blindly walked toward the stage.

“My lovelies!” A drag queen’s deep voice boomed into the microphone. She was dressed in an extravagant vampire costume, and as Steve looked around he noticed almost everyone was dressed in some type of Halloween themed costume or vintage clothes.  “Thank you for coming to tonight’s Autumn Jazz Fest!  Last but certainly not least, is our very own…Emerald Hallow!” The drag queen gave a great flourish with her arm and the curtain behind her opened to reveal the singer. Steve’s heart stuttered as the Alpha in him awoke. She was the scent he followed.  An unmated Omega.  The singer was short and plus size, her voluptuous curves slightly jiggling as she sauntered up to the vintage looking microphone.  She wore a long, flowy, shimmering velvet black dress with sheer lace sleeves that opened wide at her wrists with tassels swaying as she swung her arms, tattoos peeking out from the lace.  The neckline plunged down deep between her large breasts, giving the audience quite the view.  Her long nails were pointy and painted black, gently twisting the tassels as she adjusted the microphone to her height.  She had dyed emerald green hair that was long and finger-waved with two large victory rolls atop.  She wore gold earrings that had deep red hearts with what looked like blood dripping from them, black lipstick and sharp cat-eye eyeliner.  The black lipstick made her teeth look striking as she smiled seductively when the audience clapped for her.  Steve swore under his breath.  She was one of the most beautiful things he had ever seen. 

“Happy almost-Halloween, my pretties!” she greeted them, some people in the audience whooping and hollering for her.  Steve could feel a growl rumble in his chest at the attention she was getting from others, and mentally chastised himself for losing his composure.  “Would you like to hear some spooky tunes?”  Some more clapping and whooping made her smile wider.  “Okay, okay, I’ll give it to you…so needy,” she teased the audience, winking at someone off to the side.  Steve moved closer to the stage, just off to the side as the band behind her started playing.  She closed her eyes and breathed deeply, opening them again as her body started to move to the beat.  “They say that I’m a witch, and that I weave a spell.  Well…”

Emerald danced with her hips and shoulders like singers of old would.  Her scent became heavier to Steve as she did something she obviously loved, and it made his Alpha instincts scream at him to claim her.  He sat himself in a chair at one of the nearest tables, needing to hide his growing erection.

She held out the last note, her voice ringing out as the band hit a big chord at the end and she raised her arms.  The audience cheered loudly, the couples who had been dancing stopped to join in on the applause.  Emerald bowed and acknowledged the band behind her.  Steve clapped and watched her closely.   He was clocking all the Alphas in the audience, making note of the ones who were unmated and watching her like he was.  It made him feel like a creep, but something deep within him was not willing to just walk out and go home.  He was stuck to the spot, and would wait all night if he had to just to get a moment with her.  

She sang a few more songs then suddenly pulled out a chair from behind the piano.  “I’ve got one more for you tonight,” she said.  The audience whined loudly.  “Aaaww, are you gonna miss me?” she teased, sticking her lip out sadly.  She smirked as she set the chair in the middle of the stage and took the microphone out of the stand to freely walk around.  “I’m gonna need a big, strong Alpha volunteer,” she said in a low, seductive voice.  As her eyes swept the crowd multiple loud voices yelled out, hands raising and Alphas standing up from their chairs.  Steve stayed seated, desperately wanting her to choose him but not wanting to come off that way.  He decided to let his instincts take over for just a moment and let off a pheromone scent of himself towards her.  As her eyes continued to look out at the crowd they subtly widened and her back stiffened as her eyes instantly went to him.  Her eyes flashed as she gazed at him, and her smirk deepened.  Steve felt like the air between them was buzzing as he held her gaze, not daring to look away.

“You,” she pointed at him and then curled her finger, gesturing to him to come up.  Steve slowly got up and followed the stairs up to the stage.  There was a chorus of disappointed noises mixed with clapping from the audience as he approached her.  “Take a seat, handsome,” she said, patting the top of the chair.  Steve sat on the chair and looked up at her, memorizing every feature of her face.  “What’s your name?” she asked, standing closer to him and holding the microphone to his face.

“S–Grant,” Steve said, clearing his throat after nearly slipping up on his name.

Emerald eyed him but her smile never faltered.  “Grant.  Everybody say ‘Hello Grant!’”  She held the microphone out to the audience who chanted back at her in greeting him.  “And what do you do, Grant?”

“Consulting,” Steve said automatically, a polite smile on his face as he warred with himself not to reach out and touch her.

“How vague…” Emerald said cheekily, raising her eyebrows and making the crowd laugh.  “It’s alright, keep your secrets, handsome,” she said as she walked behind him then ran her hand over his shoulder and down his chest, her chin resting on his opposite shoulder, making them cheek to cheek.  “I like a man who is mysterious…” 

Steve let out a shuddering breath as the jittery energy he felt from her touching him flowed through his veins.  His shoulders and chest felt like they were doused with ice water where she touched him, and his cheek warmed as he blushed with her so close.  The Alpha howled at him to take her, right there in front of everyone, making his hands shake as he quickly folded them together and covered his crotch with his entwined fists.

“Can I sing this last song to you, Grant?” she said, her lips slightly grazing his ear, her hot breath making him shiver.  Steve didn’t trust his voice so he slightly looked towards her and nodded.  “Thank you,” she said, then moved away and turned to the band.  “Shall we, lovies?”

“We shall!” the band called back to her, then counted themselves in.  The melody started into a song Steve actually recognized from some music Sam had recommended to him.

Emerald walked towards the edge of the stage where Steve had walked up and then turned towards him sharply.  “Well it’s a marvelous night for a moondance with the stars up above in your eyes,” she sang, her shoulders keeping the beat.  “A fantabulous night to make romance ‘neath the cover of October skies,” she continued, twirling around and turning towards the bass player behind her, giving her a wink before facing Steve again.  “And all the leaves on the trees are falling to the sound of the breezes that blow.  You know I'm tryin' to please to the calling of your heartstrings that play soft and low.”  She stepped slowly towards him, her eyes never leaving his face.  “And the night’s magic seems to whisper and hush.  You know the soft moonlight seems to shine in your blush!”  The band suddenly picked up, the sound swelling around Steve.  Emerald smiled widely.  “Can I just have one more moondance with you, my love?”  She quickly closed the distance between them and leaned down, her hand reaching out and cupping his jaw, making him move toward her.  Steve’s eyes widened.  “Can I just make some more romance with a-you, my love?”  She leaned forward as she held his face and nuzzled her nose against his nose.  As the chorus ended she released him and turned, jutting her hips towards him as they rocked to the beat.

“Well I wanna make love to you tonight, I can’t wait til the morning has come,” she sang, looking over her shoulder at him.  He shifted in the seat, his pants feeling even more tight.  “And I know now the timing is just right and straight into my arms you will run,” she walked behind him again, her hand doing as it had done before but this time running down his arm and squeezing his bicep.  “And when you come my heart will be waiting to make sure that you’re never alone.”  She walked around him again until she faced him, then sank down into his lap.  “There and then all my dreams will come true dear, there and then I will make you my own.”  Steve’s hands gripped her hip and her knee to keep her planted on his lap, his hands still shaking at the close proximity and at getting to finally touch her even just a little.  She wrapped her free arm around his shoulder to keep herself upright.

“And every time I touch you, you just tremble inside,” her nails gently scraped against the scent gland on his neck, making him gasp and his mouth drop open as he watched her.  “And I know how much you want me that,” she winked at him, bringing her face slightly closer to his, “you can’t hide.”

Steve’s eyebrows knitted together.  He was sure his face was showing nothing but pure desire right now, and couldn’t find it in himself to care.  His grip on her tightened and he swallowed thickly.

“Can I just have one more moondance with you, my love?”  Her fingers moved up and ran through his hair, scratching his scalp, causing his eyelids to flutter shut at the massage.  “Can I just make some more romance with a-you…” she held the note out as she pulled him closer, this time making them nose to nose.  The audience was whooping and hollering again, a chant of “Kiss him!” coming through the crowd as the music paused to build tension.  She stared Steve down, her eyes flickering to his lips once then back up to his eyes.  Steve was breathing heavily, waiting to see what she would do.  After a long beat she dipped her head and kissed the side of his mouth, just out of reach of his lips.  The audience was a mix of cheers and disappointed groans as she pulled away and licked her lips as she looked at him again before lifting the microphone back up to her mouth.  “My love,” she sang the last line softly, and as the band finished with a jazzy ending she rested her forehead against his forehead as she caught her breath.  Steve didn’t want it to end, holding her firmly against him as the music ended and the audience applause nearly deafened him.  He didn’t want this bubble to burst, this magical moment to end, and yet his hands slipped away when she shifted to stand from his lap.  

Emerald adjusted her dress and stood then took his hand and helped lift him from the chair, holding his hand up in hers high and then gesturing with their joined hands to bow.  Steve bowed with her and plastered a polite smile on his face as he watched her smile widen at the crowd.  “Whoo, is it hot in here or is it just me?” She joked, making everyone laugh again as they continued to clap.  “Everybody give it up for our lucky man, Grant!”  Another round of applause erupted as Steve nodded, a shy smile pulling at his mouth.  She pulled his hand towards her and opened her arms for a hug.  Steve happily ducked down to her embrace, his arms resting on her lower back as her free hand gripped his shoulder.  Her face slightly twisted and her lips were by his ear again.  “Meet me at the back door, ten minutes,” she whispered.  Steve nodded minutely before pulling away.  She released him and clapped for him as well as he waved a hand and stepped down from the stage.

As the drag queen who hosted came back out and closed the show Steve grabbed a shot at the bar, paid, then left through the front door.  He quickly rounded the building, down the alley, until he reached the back of the building.  He found the back door and leaned up against the wall next to it to wait.  He didn’t know what would happen next, but if she wanted to see him afterwards then the magical moment must have meant something to her, too.  Eight minutes went by until the door swung open and his green haired beauty emerged.

Her eyes quickly found him and she smirked.  “Grant,” she greeted him, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Emerald,” Steve greeted her back, pushing himself off the wall.  “Though I’m guessing that’s not your name.”

“You guessed right,” she said.  “Though it seems we’re both using different names, Steve Rogers.”

Steve’s eyes widened and his smile fell.  He quickly cleared his throat and looked down.  “That obvious, huh?”

“Probably not to the average person,” she said as she took a step toward him.  “But most people haven’t had a grandparent that was a huge fan of Captain America like I did, who took me to the Smithsonian any chance he got to educate me about the great Steve Rogers and the Howling Commandos.  I’d recognize those eyes anywhere,” she quirked an eyebrow at him.  “Though I have to say, I like the longer hair and beard look.  Makes you much more ruggedly handsome.”

Steve’s smile returned and he blushed at her compliment.  “Ruggedly handsome?”

“Oh yes,” she smiled widely at him.  She took another step toward him, making her look up at him.  She analyzed his face for a moment before she sighed heavily.  “Dirty trick you played in there, using your scent on me,” she said quietly, her smile falling.

Steve’s eyebrows raised in surprise.  “Oh, um…I’m sorry,” he said quickly, embarrassed that although it worked in getting him noticed and chosen, she was obviously not happy with him about it.  

“Hm,” she hummed, looking him over.  “I was going to choose you regardless, you know?” she said, reaching a hand out and running her fingers over the lining of his coat.  “I scented you from the moment you walked in,” she said, her fingers sliding up towards his collar.  “A Manhattan cocktail, with an undertone of sandalwood and amber,” she met his gaze again.  “And a hint of petrichor.”

“Petrichor?” Steve asked, his eyes never leaving her fingers that gripped his collar lightly.

“The smell after a long awaited rain,” she whispered.  She pulled him down by his collar and guided his face towards her neck.  Steve’s arms wrapped around her like he was hugging her, his grip pulling her flush against him as he nuzzled his nose against her scent gland inhaling deeply.  He felt like he was skipping a lot of steps in the process.  Scenting another person was extremely personal, and not something done by strangers like this.  “You obviously came here for this,” she said as he rubbed the tip of his nose against her neck.

Steve groaned, getting drunk off the scent that nearly drove him crazy enough to lose control.  She gave it up so easily to him.  “Fuck…” he whispered as his tongue licked along the gland, nipping lightly at her skin.  Her fingers tightened around his coat, a soft whimper falling from her lips.  “I couldn’t tell what it was, but…” he sniffed again, his eyes rolling.  “Bergamot, rose, and sandalwood.  Like the perfumes I used to smell back in the day,” he said as his lips traveled to her jaw and then kissed her cheek softly.  “With a hint of ocean air,” he smirked at her as he pulled away to look at her.  Her eyes were hooded as she looked back up at him, her mouth open as she breathed heavily.  “Your name?” he asked.

She huffed a silent laugh as she smiled.  “Y/N Y/L/N.”

“Y/N,” Steve repeated it, liking the way it felt on his tongue.  

Her smile tightened.  “We should slow down.”

“We should,” Steve agreed, but didn’t let go of her.

She pulled away a little, which almost felt like a punch to his gut.  Y/N looked up at him and mischievously grinned.  “How about you take me out and show me some of that old school charm?  And we’ll see where that leads us.”

Steve chuckled at that, his smile widening.  “You took the words right out of my mouth.  Though it sounds much more smooth coming from you.”

“I can be smooth when I wanna be,” she giggled.  She gave him another look over then stepped back, reaching for and holding one of his hands while fishing out her phone from her coat pocket.  She unlocked the phone and handed it to him.  Steve quickly pulled his phone out and gave it to her as well and they exchanged numbers.  

“I’ll call you,” Steve said as he made sure to save her contact information.

“You better,” Y/N smirked.  She pulled him down by his collar again and kissed the side of his mouth, making him growl impatiently.  It only made her laugh as she stepped out of his reach.  “See you around, Steve,” she said his name in her seductive voice that she used on stage.  

Steve sighed heavily and composed himself.  “See you soon, Y/N.” She walked to the back door and knocked in a pattern, then the bass player walked out, giving her and Steve a once over and scoffing before walking towards one of the cars parked along the back alley.  Y/N waved to Steve then followed the band member, who drove off with her.  Steve watched until she was out of sight then laughed to himself.  This is going to be interesting.

This is the "dirtiest" fic I've written so far. I'm not usually a #stucky fan, but I thought I'd give a crack at it. Hope y'all like it!

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@tripletstephaniescp yay!!!! @tuiccim is amazing in every way and her work is *chef’s kiss* just like everyone you’ve tagged above!! We are blessed! ❤️ and thank you so much!❤️

Terrigenisis Masterlist

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes (Stucky) x Inhuman!Reader

Summary: After undergoing terrigenisis unwillingly your life is turned upside down when you are deemed too dangerous to return to life as a civilian. You are put with the Avengers team to train and rebuild. As you hone your powers and skills, you must also decide if you can find home and love again. Or is your curse to be a lonely wanderer forever?

TW: Angst, Discussion of lost loved one, flirt, fluff, Smut (MM and MMF relationships).

Terrigenisis - Complete Series Masterlist

Part 1 - July 1, 2020

Part 2 

Part 3

Part 3 ½: A Stucky Vignette

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

Part 11

Part 12

Part 13

Part 14 - April 5, 2021

Part 15 - April 11, 2021

Part 16 - April 19, 2021

Part 17 - April 25, 2021

Part 18 - May 9, 2021

Part 19 - May 17, 2021

Part 20 - May 23, 2021

Part 21 - June 12, 2021

Part 22(Finale) - June 20, 2021

[reigningqueenofwords]

The Scrawny Kid

Pairing: past Steve x Tony

Part 1 of Housemates

Bucky double checked his phone before running through the house again. It had to be perfect for the possible housemate he hoped to have. He had gone through three so far and none of them appeased him. Nat promised she knew a guy but he wasn’t feeling hopeful. He felt she just found someone to make up for her abrupt departure. He wasn’t “angry” with her, but he wasn’t happy, either. She had suddenly decided to move in with her boyfriend. She knew how he felt about strangers. He could’ve moved out too but he was halfway through paying it off and he really loved this house. 

The doorbell rang so he rushed downstairs and ran a hand through his hair before opening it. He noted that Nat failed to tell him how attractive this guy was. “Bucky?” The man asked.

Bucky stared a bit too long before nodding. “Yeah. James. But, Bucky works.” He moved to the side. 

He walked in and held out his hand. “Steve.” He introduced himself. “Nat said you were looking for a housemate, and I just moved back to town.”

Bucky swallowed and nodded. He was not good with meeting new people but he had to try. Especially with this guy! “Uh….tour?” He offered, eating a heart stopping smile. 

“That would be awesome.” He agreed. “Is there anything you’d like to know since I’m a possible housemate?” 

Bucky nodded, luckily having memorized this part. “Will your job require you to work at home?” He began. “If so, are you okay with developing a schedule?” 

“I work part time in landscaping, and I’m an artist.” He shrugged. “I can easily do my art in my room, so I won’t bother you.” 

“O-Oh I was…more worried about bothering you.” Bucky tugged at his hair, a nervous habit. “I work on cars and sometimes I work here. Nat worked evenings so it worked out.” 

Steve shook his head. “That’s really cool.” He told him. “It won’t bother me at all. Promise. My ex, the one I just left, was noisy. I learned to tune it out. He was always messing with gadgets and stuff.” 

He sucked in a breath and nodded. “Gadgets can be loud.” He internally winced and motioned for him to follow him through the house. “Are you a clean guy?” He asked. 

He followed him easily. “Aside from my paint stained jeans? Yes.” He chuckled. “What, if anything, has Nat told you about me?” He was curious. 

“Not as much as I would’ve liked.” Bucky admitted. He meant since he wasn’t good with fresh faces. 

Steve frowned slightly at that. “Well, I’m pretty much an open book.” He offered. “I don’t really party much, not huge on drinking a lot…” 

“Oh.” Bucky nodded. “Nat did those things so that’s okay.” He assured. “This would be your room.” He opened the door. “Has your own closet and all that.” He pointed before Steve stepped in to give it a quick look. ��Payments technically due at the end of the month but if that doesn’t line with when you get paid, we can figure something out.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Washer and dryer is in the basement.” 

Steve nodded and looked at him. “Backyard?” He asked softly. 

“Right.” Bucky went to show him. They stood outside, and Bucky kept his hands in his pockets. “That neighbor tends to ‘peek’ if I’m out here shirtless, but never paid attention to Nat when she was out here in a bathing suit. She’s an older lady that’s always been pretty nice so I’ve never bothered her.” He pointed to the house that was behind his. 

Steve automatically grinned. “I’ll keep that in mind.” He chuckled. 

Bucky tried to wrack his brain for anymore questions. “Do you h-have anything you’d like to ask me?” He asked, glancing at him. 

He thought for a moment. “Are you seeing anyone? So in case I run into someone in the kitchen one morning I’m prepared?” He asked.

Bucky shook his head. “No. Not seeing anyone.” He tugged at his hair again. “You?” He paused. “Never mind…” He remembered that he just said that he just left his ex. 

Steve chuckled. “It’s okay.” He assured. “Do you maybe want to have a drink together to get to know each other? I don’t know if you’ve had other applicants, but I’d like to make my case that I would be a decent housemate.” He really wanted this. “I can grab us a pizza if you’d prefer?”

Bucky widened his eyes. “Oh, uh.” He swallowed. “Lemonade?” He pointed inside. “I can make lemonade.” He told him. “If that’s okay? Unless you’re allergic?”

He shook his head. “Lemonade sounds great.” He pulled out his phone. “What kind of pizza do you like?” He asked. “Crust and all that?” He smiled at him. 

Bucky was sure he was going to pass out with how cute this guy was. “Anything you like.” He nodded. “I’m not picky.” He shrugged, motioning for Steve to follow him back inside. He went to wash his hands and got started on the lemonade. He really did like making it from scratch. 

Steve sat and ordered quickly. “Are there any turn offs that you don’t like in a roommate?” He wanted to make sure he didn’t have any of those quirks that would make this not work. 

Bucky hummed as he worked. He tried to think of anything Nat did that was ‘annoying’. “Nothing off the top of my head, honestly. I mean, maybe warn me if you’re going to have someone over? Her and Clint could get kinda...loud…”

“Oh, of course.” He promised. “I can bring my own stuff, right? I have a lot of gardening tools and some furniture. Art supplies…” He ran a hand through his hair. “Sure, a lot of my stuff can go in my room, but my gardening stuff, I mean?” 

“Should be fine. I’ll show you the garage once I’m done? Sorry, should’ve shown you right away. We also have that small shed that you’re welcome to.” He blushed as it sounded like he had already agreed. He seemed the best fit, honestly. “Aside from Nat, do you have any friends around here? Maybe I know them.”

Steve smiled. “My friend Sam might help me move in. Wanda and Carol visit once in a while. I also have a friend who likes to pop in, Thor.” He went on. “Most of Nat’s friends are my friends. My ex, Tony, is still kind of a friend. But we haven’t seen each other since we broke up. We kinda just check in with each other every now and then. He texts to ask if I’m remembering to ‘loosen up’, and I text him to remind him to get more than two hours of sleep a night.”

Bucky grew shyer. This guy seemed so outgoing. “I’ve heard of Carol and Thor.” He casually mentioned. “Oh. Stark?” He turned and looked at him. “I know him. Used to work for him.” He turned back to juicing the lemons. “A few years back.” 

“Nat and I agree Thor and Carol should date.” He chuckled. “Neither agree, clearly.” He told him. “Small world, then. Wonder if we ever happened to be in the same building at the same tim.”

“They would.” Bucky agreed. “Probably. I never went to any events though. Too fancy for me. I just did some computer work for him.” He shrugged like it was nothing. 

“Yeah, his events can be a bit much.” He nodded. “Sometimes I just would have him go alone. Not my scene.”

Bucky was relieved at that. Maybe he wouldn’t have an issue with his shyness? He continued to finish the drink before pouring some over ice. “Here you go.” He handed him the glass. 

Steve smiled and took it. “Thanks.” He sipped it. “It’s good. Almost as good as my ma used to make.” 

Bucky blushed. “That’s a high compliment. Mom’s always do it best. There was a family on my block that used to do lemonade stands all the time. Best lemonade ever.” He sat down with his own glass. He chuckled. “My mom would always go get a couple glasses. I think she felt bad. He was a scrawny little guy.” 

Steve tilted his head. “That’s funny. I used to do lemonade stands all the time. Wanted to make my own money.” He sipped his glass. “I was scrawny.” He mentioned. “Was always sick on and off. Was surprised ma didn’t put me in a plastic bubble, honestly.” He joked. 

“You? Scrawny?” Bucky smiled, then tugged at his hair. “Where’d you grow up?” He asked, wondering. 

“Not that far from here actually.” He sipped his drink again. “Brown St about 15 minutes from here. If that.” He blinked as Bucky stared at him. “What?” 

“You’re the scrawny kid.” He was surprised. “I grew up on that street.” He stared at Steve. He couldn’t believe it. What were the odds. “That was your lemonade my mom used to go buy.” 

Steve stared back then grinned. “This was meant to be!” He chuckled. “We had to have gone to the same school?” He noted. “We’re about the same age, I’d think. Wonder if we just didn’t have any classes together.” He mused. They traded graduation years and found Bucky was just a grade above. “This is awesome. Hopefully this helps my odds?” He smiled. 

Bucky laughed. “Steve, you had the best odds even before.” He told him easily. “You’re the best one I’ve met that wants the room.”

“Does this mean I got it?” He asked, hopeful. “I really like the area and the house. Plus, you seem nice.” He complimented. “Maybe we can become friends, too.” 

Bucky took a deep breath and held out his hand. “I’m sure we can be great friends.” He smiled, yet was still feeling those nerves. 

Steve shook Bucky’s hand, feeling thankful. He’d be the best housemate he could. When the pizza came, they fell into easy conversation and both felt hopeful that it was a great match. Nat would be glad her suggestion worked out for the best.

[cleabellanov]

Parallels

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“Of course they’re like really deep, close friends. Mobius gave Loki a second chance at life. And then Loki gave Mobius (…) the truth”. (Tom Hiddleston)

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“My biggest criticism of what we did throughout the four movies was that after the first movie, we didn't take advantage of the relationship between those two characters, which really formed the backbone of the first film” (James McAvoy)

[humanbeingwithissues]

if I had a nickle for every time the goth cinnamon roll was hopelessly inlove with the deadly sunshine character, I would be fucking loaded

[capibuck]

Fellow Travellers (2023)

A year ago I saw this limited series and it became my favorite! The characters are endearing, the story is raw but with a touch of tenderness and hope despite everything.

I find some similarities with Stucky, a tragic story but with a beautiful path that we cannot ignore.

I highly recommend it.

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[voylitscope]

This post about fic length came across my dash. It got me thinking about how many truly incredible Stucky fics under 5k I've read — specifically about the short fics that have broken and/or healed my heart.

So, I made this quick rec list of 10 under 5k Stucky fics that are deeply heart-affecting and emotionally devastating.

(There are so many beautiful, moving, and painful fics in this fandom that come in at under 5k. In the interest of keeping this list to 10 fics, these fics are all also canon/canon-divergent.)

💔 Cheat Days | chicklette | Mature | 2,033 words | Pre/Post TWS

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Only on the very worst days – when he is tired and sore and hurts all over, hurts inside and out. Sometimes it’s the fight that does it, his need to be held, to be loved after throwing himself on the line. Other times it’s something else - something more cruel – a joke that he knows Bucky would find hilarious, a movie that Bucky would have loved, a book. Sometimes Steve is just so goddamned lonely that he feels like he’s going to come out of his skin. Then he has what he calls a cheat day. A day when he closes up his apartment and uses the coin, and sighs into Bucky’s embrace.

💔 029. Mirror | aimmyarrowshigh @aimmyarrowshigh | Mature | 2,400 words | Pre-War

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“I wanna sit at his bedside when he’s sick,” Bucky says finally. “And buy him hot dogs at Dodgers games. And uh… I guess, I wanna…” He exhales and looks down, away from Mrs. Rogers’ eyes. They’re too much like Steve’s and Bucky’s never said this out loud, not even to him. “I wanna get an apartment for the two of us and curtains that close, and I want to teach him how to dance to Cole Porter records. I want to finish all his stupid fights. I want… I dunno. A lotta impossible things.” Sarah’s voice is so soft. “Like what?” “I want to see him grow old,” Bucky mutters. “Right beside me. I want it to be a hundred years from now and look to my right and see Stevie standin’ there.” He blinks away the heavy wetness in his eyes.

💔Not the Needle, Nor the Thread | steebadore | Explicit | 2,017 words | Post-TWS

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"Okay, sweetheart, okay," Bucky whispers, running his thumbs over Steve's brow, his wet eyelids, down that bumpy, ungainly nose--the only physical evidence that Steve is a flawed human and not a figure cut from marble. If you asked Bucky what he loved most about Steve, he might say something like his goddamn earnest heart, or those too beautiful-for-spacious-skies eyes, but really it was this: the bump on Steve's nose, put there by Bucky himself, age eleven. Selfish, maybe, but Bucky never pretended to be otherwise these days. He doesn't know why the serum didn't fix that--Bucky likes to think it couldn't. Steve always said how it didn't change anything, just amplified what he already had, and what he had was Bucky's mark on him, down to the bone. This one's mine, it said. You cannot have him. Not the whole of him.

💔Through the notches in your spine | caughtinanocean | Explicit | 4,460 words | Post-TWS

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Maybe Steve was right to worry, and maybe he's not ready and—he's breathing too fast, and Steve's going to notice any moment now, going to stop and leave. Steve lets go of Bucky's hand to stroke the side of his face, tender and soothing. He leans in to give Bucky a soft kiss on the lips, and Bucky doesn't feel so panicky anymore. He's with Steve. Steve is inside of him, as close as someone could be, and nothing bad could ever come of that. Bucky wills himself to focus on the moment, to watch Steve's face, soft with affection, to relax and enjoy this. “'s like it's my first time all over again. How many people get a shot at that twice?” Steve groans. He looks flushed and giddy and bright, and Bucky's inordinately proud that it's his words and his body making Steve glow like that. “I'm gonna make it way better for you this time.” “Our first time was bad?” Bucky asks, trying not to sound crushed, even though he feels it a little.

Steve traces Bucky's jaw and down the line of his neck to caress his chest. “No, our first time was perfect. We had no idea what we were doing, but it was perfect.”

💔A History of Birds | OddityBoddity | Not Rated | 2,580 words | Post TWS

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“I don’t remember,” he says. Steve holds his breath. “I don’t remember telling anybody about that.” It’s like there’s something stuck between his lungs, like something’s pulling them apart in his chest. “You mean about the bird?” he whispers. Bucky looks at him. Not staring, not really, but looks at him like Steve’s looked at paintings before. Like he’s trying to work out how it’s done. “That little bird,” Steve says quietly. When he speaks, he speaks like the words are a spell or a prayer. Like the words are going to reach into Bucky the way his name once did. Like they’re going to catch his arms and pull him up to safety. This secret they both kept. Something so little, so inconsequential that no one has touched it.

💔You Will Meet a Stranger | spitandvinegar | Mature | 3,081 words | Post-TWS

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"Steve," she says, unruffled. "He needs someone who'll look at him without pining for who he used to be."

Steve sets his coffee cup upright again. He mops up the mess with a napkin. "Honestly," he says, "All I ever pine for is for him to look back."

💔This is the place | dharmashark @dharmasharks| Explicit | 4,654 words | Canon divergence

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With a metal hand there, under the small of his back, Steve might as well be weightless. It’s terrifying. For Steve to be so fragile in ways that Bucky isn’t, and might never understand. But Steve has never been afraid, has never shrank away. Not ever. Not even when Bucky could have—when he would have—when he almost hurt him—Steve had only balled his fists and locked fierce, red-rimmed eyes on his. Steve is fragile; he is unbreakable. Bucky’s memory is full of contradictions.

💔i've seen my share of trouble and i've held my weight in shame | inevitablemeow  | Teen | 4,166 words | Post-TWS

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Bucky is a ghost, still, in the wind so far they haven’t been able to find him. It’s been six months since the helicarrier, and Steve hasn’t lost hope, not fully, but he’s slowed his search. Seeing this heart, knowing that all the others are his, has that hope roaring back to life. They’re his. They’re all for him.

💔sorrow sings a song in me | unicornpoe | Teen | 4,425 words | Post-TWS

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Bucky’s note is on a thick piece of cardstock, and the words are a little more steady, this time. STEVE, IT HELPS ME TO READ THESE THINGS. I THOUGHT IT MIGHT HELP YOU TOO. I MISS YOU. I WANTED TO CRAWL UNDER THAT BLANKET WITH YOU, BUT I DIDN’T KNOW IF I SHOULD. I DON’T THINK I’M GENTLE ANYMORE, AND I WANT TO BE GENTLE WITH YOU.

💔more than anything | jehans | Explicit | 2,938 words | Pre-War

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Steve is a reckless asshole who Bucky loves unconditionally and wholeheartedly, and when Steve is quietly undoing him in their bed, loving on him openly and indulgently the way Bucky doesn’t always let him, it becomes difficult to keep pretending that Bucky wouldn’t go to the ends of the earth for any of Steve’s whims. But mostly, what makes him so honeyed in these moments is the way Steve transforms. When he climbs on top of Bucky, all of Steve’s usual, too-close-to-the-surface anger drains out of his eyes, clearing away into pure blue skies of utter adoration. It’s an honesty that Bucky cracks under, breaking open the clay of mundanity and allowing him to shine brightly under Steve’s hands.

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