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jason: why are you looking at me like that?

damian, age 4, wondering why jason looks white if he's his brother: you're colored wrong

jason: what the fuck?

okay but bucky kissing steve’s hole better after he uses it 🙈🙈🙈

Warnings: Rimming. So much rimming. Talk of Steve’s... bottom.

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Steve is spread out across the sheets on his stomach, spent. He’s got the side of his face resting against his folded forearms, and he’s still working on taking big, beautiful breaths to try and bring himself back down to Earth. Somewhere in the fog of his mind, he comprehends Bucky—still naked in all his magnificence—moving purposefully around the room.

Bucky ditches the used washcloth in the dirty laundry basket. He crawls onto the bed to join his baby, straddling the backs of Steve’s knees. He uses both hands to take a careful hold on each of Steve’s ass cheeks, and he spreads them gently to expose him to the air of the bedroom.

“Oh, sweetheart...”

It takes Steve’s head a moment to catch up, but when he does, his throat makes a high, mortified sound. He smashes his face into the crook of his elbow.

“No, no, Stevie,” Bucky chides. “Don’t get shy on me now.” He leans down and presses a chaste kiss right over the bruise on Steve’s tailbone. “I’m the one who made this mess. ‘S only right that I be the one to clean it up—isn’t it?”

Steve draws in a deep, shaky breath instead of answering. Bucky watches him try to make himself small, even when he’s six-foot-two of pure muscle and more than a stone over two hundred pounds.

“You need to answer me, baby boy.”

Steve whines.

“Yes.”

“‘Yes,’ what?”

“You should—you need to, um. To clean up your mess.”

Bucky groans and bites down on the rounded flesh of Steve’s ass cheek.

“Good boy. And where did I make a mess—”

“—Bucky!”

“Where did I make a mess, sweet thing? Tell me.”

Steve makes a sound that is half-sob, half-moan, and it’s the sound that Bucky knows Steve makes when he wants something very, very much but is embarrassed about how badly he wants it.

A mumbling noise comes from somewhere against the sheets.

“What’s that? I didn’t hear you, sweetheart.”

“My bottom,” Steve bites out, lifting his head. He is crying.

Bucky chuckles, a dark thing.

“Oh, baby boy... your bottom? I just came home to find you waiting for me in a plug and a cock ring, and then I had to spend three hours fuckin’ you silly because you begged me not to stop...”  Bucky gives Steve a two-fingered smack against his own come dripping down over Steve’s perineum, then trails his fingers upwards. “...And now you can’t call this little pink asshole what it is?”

“Bucky... please...”

“‘Please’ what, doll? You really gotta start bein’ more specific if you wanna get the things you need...”

“Please, um. Please clean up m—my...” Steve stops with an important inhale, as little as he is big, and he wipes his nose against his arm. “Please clean the mess on my bottom.”

“On your bottom?”

“N—Well, yes, but, um also... in my bottom.”

Bucky laughs, in love beyond any form of volume or time or measure of daylight, and presses a wet kiss against Steve’s gaping asshole.

“That’s a sweet boy,” Bucky growls, licking a wide stripe up Steve’s leaking hole and savoring the taste of himself in Steve’s musk. “Do you want to be kissed like I’m kissing your mouth? Or do you want it like I’m kissing your wet cunt?”

Steve barks. Bucky fucks him through it on the hardworking tip of his tongue.

“L—like, um...” Steve starts, quiet and soft after a little break, “...like my mouth?”

Bucky hums out his satisfaction with Steve’s answer and reshuffles his legs, getting comfortable, settling in. He cups each of Steve’s cheeks in his hands in the same way that Steve cups his jawline when he wants Bucky to kiss him tender and sweet.

“Okay, sweetheart,” Bucky rumbles, the tip of his nose tracing up the slick valley of Steve’s ass. “You stay still while I clean this messy bottom. Yeah?”

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This tale of true love is extremely dedicated to @canadiangarrison @mitsususu @calypso-mary for enabling and not complaining while i actively steal your ideas,❤

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Please tell us more about slutty virgin Steve there is not enough of him

Slutty virgin Steve:

Has been in love with Bucky Barnes since 1934, but was always to afraid to act on it/say anything re: Bucky is a ladies man and homosexuality was very much a crime.

Wakes up in the twenty-first century and is still Very Gay, but he doesn’t /do/ anything about it because 1) he has conditioned himself to be quiet and private about his preferences and 2) to him, Bucky died, like, three days ago.

Jerks off to thoughts of being smol again and Bucky pinning him down and fucking his mouth. Is very sad afterwards.

OOP BUCKY’S ALIVE 

Bucky’s alive and he comes home and he spends some time recovering in the apartment he shares with Steve now, etc etc, anyways.

Bucky is alive and Bucky is... a Grade A Beefcake. Steve’s sad jerking off becomes guilty jerking off, but it’s more than that, because now Bucky is constantly around and he’s wearing sweatpants that ride too low on his hips and Bucky likes wifebeater tanks and Steve’s horny level has been turned up to eleven (11).

Steve is only sneaky and quiet when he’s on the battlefield.

Steve is neither sneaky nor quiet when he is experimenting with fingerfucking himself in the shower.

Bucky is a good listener—especially when people are actively saying his name out loud. 

(Steve showers, and Bucky listens.)

(Bucky also finds a new, unfamiliar razor in said shower. A smattering of little black dark blond curlies clings to it. Bucky thinks about Steve shaving himself smooth and testing the new grounds with the tips of his own fingers and biting his lips until they’re as red as his cheeks and Bucky fucks his own fist and paints the shower wall.)

Steve shops online for dildos on his tablet, but he can never bring himself to check out his shopping cart, too much internalized shame, too scared someone will find out.

Steve has considered exploring phallic objects that do not come from adam and eve dot com, but 1) zucchinis do not have a flared base, and Steve thinks safety is Very Important and would literally have to off himself if Bucky had to drive him to the ER because he got a squash stuck in his rectum, and 2) Steve grew up in the Depression. Steve does not waste food.

So Steve shameshops for dildos online, buys zero (0) dildos.

Steve is bad at browser security. 

Steve and Bucky share a tablet.

Bucky checks out the shopping cart.

A package arrives one day from a nondescript sender, and it is addressed to Steve’s attention. Bucky picks it up and takes it into the kitchen.

“Package for you, Stevie.”

“Oh? Okay, um. Don’t remember ordering anything...”

“Open it then. Find out.”

“Uh, yeah. Okay.”

(Bucky files it away in his mind to scold Steve later—ten spanks should do it—for being an idiot who opens strange packages just because big, beefy soldiers hand them to him)

“Whatcha got there, Stevie?”

“It’s... um... I don’t think they had the right—”

“Show me.”

“... No.”

“What? Why?”

“It’s not mine.”

“What’s not yours?”

“This. All of it. I think someone played a prank on me.”

“Just show me, Steve.”

“I. I don’t want to.”

“Are you really saying that everything in that box—whatever it is—is totally unfamiliar to you? You’ve never seen it before?”

“...Yes.”

“...”

“That is what I am saying.”

“...”

“...”

“Steve?”

“... Yeah, Buck?”

“Do you want to take me up to your bedroom and show off what the mailman brought you?”

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(It’s dildos.)

(The mailman brought dildos.)

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Okay but has Rhapsody in Pink (RiP 🤣) Steve been waiting his entire life to get dicked down like that by Bucky or what? Imagine him point blank telling-- nay, begging Bucky to do to him everything he would kill another man for doing hnnnng

I always told myself I would never do head canons are blog ficlets or whatever for my Rhapsody in Pink Steve and Bucky because they were too special to me to risk turning them into a tumblr ~performance item... but fuck it. I simply cannot resist this ask.

So Bucky has definitely been through a trauma. Hydra chemically castrated him and ripped his sex drive away from him, and now as a result his recovery has been marred by these really jarring sexual desires (a base desire he already had, but now turned up to eleven). But I am in love with the idea of a recovering Bucky who learns to reclaim his mind and his body by turning the consequence of his trauma on its head and “using” it for something he wants. And it’s his right to do that, because it’s his trauma—but he can’t learn to do all of that without the help of the love of his life.

... Because Steve—while first and foremost being in love with a man he thought he could never have (until now) for approximately the past one hundred years—sort of gets off on the idea of Bucky being an absolute ‘pervert’ for him (and that would be Bucky’s word, not mine). It makes Steve feel wanted and sexy, even if it kind of makes him feel like a pervert himself for wanting Bucky to want all of those nasty things from him. Basically, Steve’s kink is Bucky having this visceral desire to do depraved-sounding things to him, and he’s got some internalized kink-shame about it, but then he kind of... gets off on that shame. But again: this complicated double-shame is Steve’s issue, so Steve gets to “use” it however Steve wants.

All of that said... Jesus fucking Christ, Steve has absolutely waited his entire life to get dick like this. 

[Warnings: nsft / 18+, Dom/Sub, dacryphilia, many anal things, sex toys, derogatory names and self-slut-shaming, fantasies about some... pretty hardcore BSDM stuff. No Ao3 archive warnings would apply, but read at your own risk.] 

Here is a list of a few things I imagine happens in their bed after the end of Rhapsody in Pink:

Bucky learns to accept that it’s okay that his own orgasms feel fucking feral anytime he gets Steve to cry on his cock

Steve learns to accept that it’s okay to be proud of how smooth and “tiny” (Bucky’s word, not mine) and pink his own asshole is

They learn together that Bucky has a natural penchant for the most disgusting dirty talk:

“Yeah, sweetheart, wanna mess up those sore, puffy tits, hold ‘em together for me”

“Gonna smack this sweet hole while it’s squeezin’ my dick”

“Right there, Stevie, keep your head right fuckin’ there, be good for me while I fuck my cock between these fat, pretty lips”

Bucky pries it out of one very blushy Steve that he has a dildo in his closet, but, he just—he can’t. Steve can’t bring it out. It’s one thing for Bucky to know how much Steve likes the things Bucky does to him, but it’s another thing entirely for Bucky to see his filthy toy (Steve thought it was a really big dildo when he bought it; it’s really not) and know what a desperate fucking, just... slut (Steve’s word, not mine) that he was before all this. Still is.

... But Bucky needs it. He needs to see Steve use his little shame toy on himself so badly that one day he ties his own dick and balls up in a cock ring and fucks so many subsequent orgasms out of Steve that Steve is sobbing and begging for a break and his entire face is a red, snotty, tear-stained mess, until eventually Steve craves a reprieve from the overstimulation so badly that he agrees to get his toy out. 

(Steve pauses when he finally gets in the closet, but then Bucky follows him in and fucks him one more time over the shoe-rack just for the hesitation. Bucky milks his prostate until Steve frantically grabs the box and gets it down.)

Steve does beg Bucky to do—or at least tell him about—all those dark, depraved things that he said he would kill another man for doing to Steve. Bucky tells him about the visions his mind-fucked head has shown him of tying Steve down to the Avenger’s kitchen table with clamps on his chest and a cage on his cock and fucking Steve dry in front of anyone who could walk in. He tells Steve about the dozen different times Bucky came from thoughts of choking Steve until his face was blue and his dick was wet. He tells Steve about his drug-addled dreams of having two of himself so that he could fuck Steve with two cocks at the same time. He tells Steve about the time he jerked off so hard to the image of Steve’s ass swallowing down his vibranium fist that his dick started to bleed. They don’t actually do any of those things, though, because it’s never been that Bucky wants really them, but the thought that Bucky wants him enough for his withdrawal-sick mind to even imagine those things makes Steve come from nothing but listening and rutting his dick against Bucky’s jeans. 

(Okay... maybe they do try that last one. And maybe they use Steve’s loose, stretched body and his little shame toy to get as close to that other one as they can without time travel or cloning.)

... But first, before any of that, Bucky wakes up the morning after he first fucked Steve and spends an hour kissing his hole slow and wet and sweet and loving, just like he’s kisses Steve’s mouth.

Steve cuddles Bucky every night and congratulates him for learning to take his own body and mind back.

Hopefully I didn’t ruin my babies for you too hard 😅

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okay but what if we refocus our gaze to stevies “pretty, swelling nectarine of a tummy” for a sec ... i Need 🥺

(Slightly old ask that I started and forgot to finish. Nonnie is referencing to this post about the ‘Take You With Me’ -verse— my favorite self-indulgent tropetrash universe— with regard to preggo Omega Stevie) Hm, okay, if you insist! Coming right up ;)

Alpha Bucky is a pregnant belly worshiper.

Early on in the pregnancy before Steve is even showing Bucky is still regularly cuddling his flat stomach, running his hands over the skin low on his slowly softening belly... maybe being a little naughty and moving lower to nuzzle right above Steve’s groin and breathe in deep at the place where Steve’s changing scent is the thickest

Insists on having Steve stand sideways against the same wall every week so Bucky can draw the outline of his growing tummy in marker and admire the progress

Has a secret Pinterest board where he saves ideas for the maternity photoshoot he’s going to beg Steve to do when he’s near-term, because Alpha Bucky is exactly that basic

Asks JARVIS to order the largest container of cocoa butter he can find so he can rub it on Steve’s belly every night-- even though “Bucky, I-- you don’t h-- c’mon, you know the serum won’t let me get stretch marks”

(tbh Bucky is kind of sad about the “no stretch marks” thing)

Fluff fluff fluFF oh I’m sorry, did you think you were going to come onto my blog and I was going to produce some a/b/o pregnancy kink smut? Whatever could have given you that idea? I’m scandalized.

I’m imagining that Bucky still has his normal ruts even though Steve isn’t having heats, and they are just the most euphoric times of his life because his body is telling him to breed Steve but then he’s fucking him and looking down at the big, pretty omega spread out under him and his brain is just— ‘oH GOD YES LOOK HE’S ALREADY BRED UP THIS IS JUST. THE BEST. I DID SO GOOD.’

But even outside rut Bucky is fucking insatiable, from the moment Steve’s scent starts changing all the way up to when he looks big and huge and about to pop. Can’t keep his hands off of Steve, off his mate, off his widening hips or his healthy bump. (Steve and all his horny pregnancy hormones are... not averse to Bucky’s enthusiasm)

Bucky’s got a definite *thing* for having Steve touch his own swelling belly while Bucky is fucking him on his back, holding his legs open for him (especially since Steve can’t really hold them himself anymore), sitting up on his knees while he looks down and sees how well Steve takes him into his growing body, describing everything Steve can’t see over the bump, saying how wet he gets (how good he smells), low-key growling deep in his chest while he encourages Steve to run his hands all over that taut belly with an endless litany of hormone-fueled dirty talk and praise, “So good for me, sweetheart, growin’ my baby for us, keepin’ ‘em safe and warm inside a’ you, show me— yeah, that where? This big, sweet belly where I put our kid? That the place you’re keepin’ ‘em for me, till we get to meet them? So good, Stevie, so good, yeah you can take it, take this knot...”

Whew, feels good to get a little nasty.

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hey i’m the a/b/o nonnie from the first two posts about your amazing works❤️ and i gotta say again your virgin!omega!Steve and alpha!Bucky ficlet gave me life! and bc you wrote it❤️ it’s probably my fave trope now😉 and if you could do a continuation from that first hot ficlet🥵🥵👌 that would be great!

Hello again! I know this ask is pretty old but it’s been sitting in my drafts and I did want to answer it!

So I’ve mentioned in the past that neither @howdoyousleep3 or I would be writing any continuations of that ‘verse (if we ever decide to, which I don’t think we will) until after we take care of some of our WIPs. However, I have thought about how the rest of that heat might go! (Spoilers: it’s a Trope Bomb just like everything else about this pairing, lol).

It lasts about 3 or 4 days total (shorter than Steve’s usual heats because he’s finally got a partner to sate them), and I think they’re both disappointed when it’s over. 

But man, is it something else while it’s happening. Hormonally speaking, that first time they fuck in ‘Take You With Me’ is obviously really early in Steve’s heat and while it’s definitely wonderful and pleasurable and emotional, I think that it isn’t even half of the feral-brained intensity that comes later...

Steve becomes less and less coherent as his heat reaches its peak. It worries Bucky at first because it’s been a long time since he’s been with an omega in heat and he’s never been with Steve when he’s in heat at all, but his most basic alpha instincts tell him that this is okay and that he already knows how to best take care of Steve. So he does.

Steve is sweaty and wet between his thighs pretty much constantly but there’s nothing Bucky can do about the mess other than carry him into the bath, soak there with him and shampoo his hair and fuck Steve to orgasm underwater with his fingers when Steve’s whines get too needy, whispering into his ear about how perfect he is, how “pretty you’re gonna be with my babies in you, gonna look so sweet.” 

He tries one (1) time to change the sheets but Steve all but growls at him, so he doesn’t do that after all. They writhe and fuck and sleep in their own scents and come for four days because that’s what Steve wants, what makes Steve feel right. It’s perfect.

Sometimes it’s difficult to make sure Steve is getting enough food and hydration but Bucky makes it a priority. He has to bribe Steve sometimes. Steve will wake up from a short nap (he can never sleep for very long before he needs it again) and crawl onto Bucky, try to sit on his cock and ride him and coax another knot out of him but Bucky will have to stop him, keep his hips still and hold his jaw and push their foreheads together and tell him, “yeah, sweetheart, yeah you can have it, know you need it-- but you need to give me somethin’ else too, first, yeah? Will you do that? Will you let me take you into the kitchen and show me how good you are, eat somethin’ for your alpha?” and it takes a good three or four minutes of that kind of sweet talk and sometimes Bucky has to take a cheap shot with “might be eating for two already, right sugar?” but it always ends in Steve ready to please Bucky how ever he can, even if it’s by eating a grilled cheese sandwich.

Bucky knows he’s going to wait until Steve’s next heat to bite him and bond him but it is sweet torture to keep himself from doing that every time his face is pressed into Steve’s neck while he knots him, while he fills him up. He compromises with himself by sucking and biting stark purple marks into the crook of Steve’s neck and shoulder. It makes Steve just as happy as Bucky to see them there, and even though they don’t last long because of the serum Steve is always running back to Bucky a little bit extra distressed whenever he sees them fading in the mirror, and Bucky knows what the problem is every time even though Steve can’t always get words out. He gets Steve on his back on the bed and cages him in with his body and shushes him, coos into his ear, tells him he’s “gonna knot you again, mark you up even better this time, make it darker, bigger, make it so everyone knows what I did to my omega.”

He can tell it’s almost over when Steve starts sleeping longer, his scent starting to mellow out a little. He still wakes up whimpering and wanting it, nosing into Bucky’s armpit and seeking out where his scent is strongest, but he’s not as crazy with need when Bucky starts touching him so that means that Bucky can take things more slowly again. Steve doesn’t really need opening up anymore-- his wet hole easily giving to Bucky’s cock from his heat and from days of getting fucked-- but Bucky savors the opportunity to finger him anyways. On the last day Steve is calm enough that he can focus on the other things he wants and not just a knot, like getting his mouth around Bucky’s cock again. 

Right before they fall asleep the final night of the heat Steve convinces Bucky to come in his mouth. Bucky teaches Steve how to tighten his fist around Bucky’s knot he comes and Steve does a perfect job, but Bucky doesn’t expect it when Steve purposely pulls off halfway through his orgasm to let the jets of white land all over his face and neck, and Bucky fucking howls at the sight of it. 

God himself couldn’t stop Bucky from pinning Steve to the bed afterwards and rubbing his come into every pore of Steve’s flushed skin.

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(hope you enjoyed!)

Take You With Me on Ao3

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ok so i just discovered your blog a few days ago and i am obsessed! i have been reading everything you've written and i was just going through your stuck trash tag and there was this line "(haaaa, you think Bucky scarred people in That Ass? You got no idea; Steve on sex pollen would make Fury blush.)" please please please elaborate!!! steve on sex pollen is amaaaazzzing

oh, bless ;_;

tbh, I think it would be hilarious if sex pollened!Steve is how everyone finds out that Steve & Bucky are an item.

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What if sex pollen has a very different effect on Bucky's body chemistry: increased libido, yes, but also adrenaline, aggression, jealousy and rage. He wants Steve, and he wants Steve /now/: to claim, to possess, to make Steve his. The urge, the need, is almost more psychological than physical. They literally can't send anyone else who isn't Steve into the room because Bucky might tear them apart. And when Steve finally gets there -- well. Bucky isn't going to let him go for a very long time.

This is so close to an Alpha heat and I am so into it.

And I bet Steve is, too. 

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Honestly tho Bucky saying "I'm sweet on you" just might be MY everything. I mean just how much more sappy and charming as hell can a person be?

I cannot agree enough tbh.

I like to think that this is the biggest surprise of all for everyone in the future. Sure, they all knew that Bucky Barnes was a charmer. The history books say he was a shameless flirt and popular with the ladies, after all.

What no one expects is to realize what a sap he is. He’s so goddamn sweet to Steve all the time, he even makes an effort on his bad days which is…saying something, honestly.

Watching the two of them flirt is probably the weirdest experience for them. Captain America, getting shy? 

I get the feeling that when Bucky thinks he’s gone far too long without kissing Steve that day - and let’s be real here, it does happen at least once a day - he sidles on up to Steve, gets right in his space to tease him with the possibility of said kiss, and asks low and playful, “hey, sugar, you rationed?” just to see Steve blush.

Bucky’s been dropping that line since the ‘30s and Steve still hasn’t stopped blushing over it. It’s possible he never will.

“Maybe,” he says back, breathless.

“Lucky guy,” Bucky purrs. “Havin’ a dime like you on his arm.”

“I don’t know, sometimes he can be a real jerk,” Steve complains and then takes the kiss they’re both itching for.

They make out like a couple’a teenagers, Bucky only breaking the kisses to bestow more on Steve’s cheeks and jaw and neck, muttering things like, “Christ, you’re gorgeous,” “my best guy, y’know that? always been my best guy.” “can’t believe you’re mine, fuck I’m the luckiest bastard alive,” “Jesus, Stevie. So goddamn sweet on you, don’t know what to do with myself.”

Steve clings to him and soaks it all up, gets a little drunk on it. It’s been far too long since anyone treated him the way Bucky does - like Steve is something amazing, instead of his alter ego - and his praise kink definitely resurfaces with a vengeance once they’re back together.

Also, Steve - like Bucky feels re: Steve - is constantly surprised by the idea of that Bucky likes him best out of everyone. These boys and their insecurities, I swear.

Your thoughts on sex pollen? Maybe Steve gets dosed on a mission and he needs *someone* to help him take care of it, but he and Bucky aren't together yet (just both in the mutually pining stage). So Bucky volunteers to take a bullet for Steve, to get to have him this close (but not really). Steve's crying out "I love you, I love you" the whole time and Bucky just tries his best to ignore it, because it's just the drugs talking, right? And after, Steve must feel so bad for "taking advantage."

My thoughts on sex pollen are “hell yes,” tbh.

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ok but does Bucky ever but Steve in thigh-high or knee-high heeled boots, when he's dressing him up?

Pls imagine Steve in these boots or something like them.

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can you tell us more about indecently jiggly Steve? like does he ever get off just from Bucky playing with his tits? I love oblivious Steve who doesn't even realize what he's doing to Bucky by wearing those all too tight shirts, but I also love Steve who teases Bucky and gets him all riled up by walking around in just those short shorts of his. idk.

okay but consider:

Steve in tiny little booty shorts and a tight crop top.

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Okay, so beta!Steve weirdly enough starts lactating after the serum, but the serum turns him into an Omega, and Alpha! Bucky helps through his first heat in the war. And then helps Steve again after he gets out of cryo and his memories are restored. Luckily Bucky remembers his huge kink for tying up Steve and abusing his tits. (I have a weird lactation kink for Steve, shame on me...)

But what if Steve and everyone around him just always assumed he was a Beta, when in fact he was just too sickly to present properly.

And being around Bucky for the first time, being able to properly appreciate those Alpha pheromones – it sends him into his first heat. 

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Do you mind writing more canon compliant!stucky cockwarming Ps love your blog

I don’t mind at all :D

Scenarios to consider:

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omg #22

the avengers playing "never have I ever" or a similar game, and rhodey goes "never have I ever been handcuffed". predictably, tony, clint and maybe nat put their fingers down, but what no one expected was that steve did too. so tony's all like WOAH WAIT SINCE WHEN WAS CAPTAIN AMERICA HANDCUFFED? :O and then there's this voice from the ceiling that sounds much like bucky's which goes "5 hours ago, stark. right where you're sitting." the entire floor is later scrubbed thoroughly with bleach.

“Never,” Rhodey declares, while staring straight at his best friend, “have I ever let someone handcuff me for any – fun reasons.”

He is still mad at Tony for bringing up the crossdressing incident of ‘03 and so he takes particularly vindictive delight in watching every head turn towards Tony after the statement has been given.

Except – and here’s what makes revenge against Tony Stark unsatisfying – Tony doesn’t even blush. He grins, winks at the onlookers, and tosses back his shot like it’s nothing.

Natasha and Clint both toss back their shots, too, and send each other sly looks. Entirely unsurprising.

And then Steve reaches for his shot and the room goes utterly, utterly still. Rhodey glances at Coulson and Coulson glances back; he can practically see the exclamation points in Coulson’s eyes even though his expression doesn’t shift.

“I’m sorry,” Tony says, because of course it’s him. It always is. “Maybe you didn’t understand, Cap. Rhodey here is talking about –”

“Sex,” Steve interrupts. “I know.”

He takes the shot. Everyone stares.

Steve sets down the glass and looks at everyone looking at him, batting his eyelashes innocently. Even after watching him take that shot, knowing what it meant, nearly everyone in the room buys it.

“We promised, didn’t we?” He asks. “At the beginning. We promised to be honest.”

And although Tony was not the least bit phased by his own sexual exploits being laid bare for the crowd, he’s suddenly flustered and red.

“You let my aunt,” he starts and then abruptly changes direction: “you can’t just tell her secrets like that, Rogers!”

Steve’s lips quirk just the faintest bit and he says, “no, not her. I wouldda let her, though, if she’d asked.”

Everyone stares a bit more.

From the far corner of the room, where he’s been sitting as an observer instead of a participant, Bucky Barnes starts to laugh.

Steve turns to him and his smile becomes so besotted that there’s no question at all about who’s gotten the chance to tie up Captain America.

“Forgot how well that innocent act works on people,” Bucky says to Steve, just as the team starts to react. “Christ, you had ‘em fooled.”

“Best friends, my ass,” Sam grumbles.

“Makes so much sense –”

“I can’t believe I ever thought you were vanilla –”

The words blend together, rising in volume, until there’s no way to tell who’s saying what or what declarations are even being made; it’s all incomprehensible noise. Steve and Bucky just sit there, smiling at each other. 

Rhodey and Coulson fist bump under the table.

I’m just sitting here thinking about how Bucky’s been treated as a thing since 1945. How every touch he’s known in seventy years has been to hurt and harm. He doesn’t even remember good touches, they took it away from him.

And Steve waking up to a future where he’s completely alone. How no one touches him anymore, not even friendly pats on the back or shoulder bumps or the occasional hug because he’s Captain America, not Steve, and you just don’t do things like that with a legend.

And because of all of this, they both experience skin hunger, so touch-starved that every little touch they share feels electrified.

They hug for the first time post-CATWS and even just the simple press of their cheeks feels like too much, they literally cannot bring themselves to pull away. Just stand there and hold each other and maybe the team shifts uncomfortably around them, like, are they ever gonna let go? but neither of them seem to notice.

Maybe they weren’t anything romantic before the fall, maybe they really were just best friends with the kind of history/bond that spans lifetimes. But in this new place, where every gentle touch makes Bucky marvel and Steve shudder from sense-memory, they find that they need each other differently than they did before.

It’s not overly apparent at first, they both just go on as they always have, but things are markedly different. Not just the nightmares and the wariness, the inopportune flashbacks, etc.

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What do you think that Steve and Bucky do in cannon with the D/S verse when one or the other has a nightmare? Like the nightmares of the shit that really happened. Where they can't say that it was just a dream because it happened. It happened and it's like they're in that moment again. When one of them was dead, then they thought that they were going to die. When everything in the world was crashing down. When it's all too much too fast and they can't get out of their heads?

That really depends on the nightmare!

Like, say for instance that Steve had a nightmare about Bucky falling. He wakes up with so much self-hatred and guilt because he believes it’s all his fault and for a number of reasons.

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I'm just so here for Bucky and Steve drifting into each other's orbit without noticing, like they're just making breakfast and next minute they're basically sitting on top of each other eating it. Or when they come home from a mission, relaxing on the couch watching a movie turns into cuddling and snuggles so subtly they have no idea when it happened. How did Bucky's hand get on Steve's butt? Was it always there? Probably. The team is so used to it, but the media isn't. They weren't prepared.

Can you imagine this happening while the Avengers are giving a home interview for the latest and greatest magazine? XD

Bucky and Steve start out on opposite ends of the couch, discreetly exiled apart by the rest of the team because they all know. But the Avengers, they’re a pretty active gang. 

Tony likes to stand and pace while he makes his grand speeches. Clint prefers a higher, distant vantage point and gives most of the interview from the top of the entertainment center. Natasha has to take an official call halfway through the interview.

The whole time, as one person leaves the couch, Steve scoots over a little bit. And a little bit. And a little bit more.

Finally, poor Sam is tightly sandwiched between two super soldiers who are trying their damndest to reach through him for each other.

“That’s it!” He says, jumping up, “I can’t take it. Have at it, see if I care.”

“What?” Steve looks wounded. “Sam, what’s wrong?”

Bucky stares at him weirdly and the interviewer blinks, confused. All three of them watch as Sam goes to sit on the other side of the couch, where Steve started out.

After that, the interview continues for a record two minutes before she stops altogether because Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes and Captain Steven Grant Rogers are out and out snuggling on the couch now.

“Um,” she says.

“Ignore it,” Sam advises.

“What?” Tony looks around and then spots the problem. “Oh, yeah, happens all the time. Totally normal.”

“Ignore what?” Steve asks, frowning at them. “What’s normal?”

Bucky’s rubbing his cheek on the top of his hair and one of his hands has snuck dangerously low on Steve’s waist while the other - the flesh one - is playing some sort of game with one of Steve’s hands. Steve’s free hand rests on Bucky’s thigh, definitely higher up than is considered appropriate.

“Nothing,” Sam says gently. He looks at the interviewer. “Next question, please.”

Bucky shakes his head and leans back against the couch, sticking his hand up Steve’s shirt.

“You got some weird friends, Rogers,” he says.

“This is ridiculous,” Clint huffs from his vantage point. “I’m gonna tell them.”

Natasha points a finger at him as she comes back into the room and sits down by Sam. 

“Don’t you dare.”

Having a bad day do you have any fluffy stucky headcanons that would cheer me up. Ps love your blog so much

So I asked medieisme to help me get the ball rolling with fluffy headcanons, right, because I usually require some sort of starting point.

She said, “BUCKY BEAR.”

Now, I have written about Steve obtaining a Bucky Bear - not just any, either, Bucky’s Bucky Bear - and then I said, “okay but imagine when Bucky comes back.”

Because Steve, he sleeps with that bear every night. Can’t help himself. From the moment it becomes his again, its place is in his bed. He snuggles right up to it at night and probably imagines that he can still catch Bucky’s scent on it even though that’s practically impossible at this point.

And then Bucky comes back. And James Buchanan Barnes, he is a jealous sonuvabitch when it comes to Steve Rogers. It seems ridiculous to be jealous of his own damn bear but he fucking is.

Because he and Steve, they’re still tip-toeing around each other, still trying to act like they don’t ache for each other at all hours of the day, and there’s that damn bear, in Steve’s bed, being held by Steve every night, getting the fucking privilege of having Steve’s head rest on its chest every night.

Finally, Bucky, he just can’t take it anymore. Bedtime comes and there’s Steve, snuggled in his bed with his fucking Bucky Bear, and Bucky can’t take another night of being exiled to another room. Of being alone when Steve is right there.

So he climbs right into bed with him and yanks the bear away, tosses the damn thing away.

“Buck!” Steve looks at him, wide-eyed, but Bucky just lays down and yanks Steve closer.

“Me,” he says, angry. “I’ll be your damn Bucky Bear, not that thing.”

Steve melts right against him, laying over Bucky just the way he used to; leg thrown across his hips, head on his chest, clinging to him with all the strength he has. Used to, that wasn’t much strength at all. Now, it’s a lot, but Bucky doesn’t mind.

In the morning, Steve will tease him mercilessly once he’s got over his heart-eyes/shock but Bucky will not give one iota of a fuck. No, because he got his Steve Rogers snuggles and that’s the important thing to take away from this.

I'm a slut for your oblivious couple 'verse. also I'm a slut for steve's tiny waist and slim hips. and imagine bucky always put his arm around steve's waist. I mean, he used to put his arm around tiny!steve's shoulder, but it'd be a bit uncomfortable because steve is much taller now. so waist then. totally oblivious that he looks like a possesive boyfriend. and doesn't understand the other avengers' sighing and eye-rolling. because they are not a couple. XD

omgosh yes :D

And Bucky putting his hand at the small of Steve’s back. Sometimes it’s when they’re in the kitchen and Bucky needs to get something outta the cabinet above Steve’s head, sometimes it’s when they’re out and about or at a gala and Bucky is guiding Steve through the crowds.

When they’re eating – either out or with the others – Bucky probably does put his arm around the back of Steve’s chair. Everyone has to sit through a meal pretending that Bucky doesn’t play with Steve’s hair or put his hand around the back of Steve’s neck whenever Steve leans back.

Harder still to ignore is the way Steve kinda just melts into a puddle of happy vibes every time it happens.

... one of these days, we probably are going to hear about That Ass in France in detail, right? (gigglesnorts at your Bucky Muse)

Here’s the great thing about the story of The Ass In France:

No one even remembers why it was necessary.

Bucky sure as hell doesn’t and least of all because of his time as the Winter Soldier. The Commandos, upon retelling the story, found that they, too, had forgotten why it even had to happen in the first place and so none of their descendants know.

No one’s ever bothered to look it up, either, because the less said about their mission reports? The better.

The point is, no one knows why the fuck Peggy had to get Steve all dolled up in women’s clothing and they certainly don’t know why halfway through the mission, clothing became synonymous with women’s lingerie. He lost his dress somewhere along the way and they never found it.

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I just love (thick)Bucky being using any excuse to put his hands on Steve. The Xmas tree is too tall and nobody can decorate the top? ofc he will grab his guy's hips and lift him up so that he can decorate it (plus, he gets to have his face at the same lvl as That Ass). And then ofc when he puts him down he makes sure to rub as much as possible against Steve's back while Tony and Clint have their usual dramatic reaction :')

I have the feeling that if Bucky were eye-level with The Ass, there’d at least be a lot of talk about eating Steve out / enthusiastic rimming and an even more enthusiastic fuck in Steve’s future.

And the rub down when Steve’s being lowered is the filthiest sort of promise. His hands on Steve’s hips, keeping him close even after Steve’s got his own footing, rolling his hips into him nice and easy while whispering something in his ear that makes Steve blush something fierce. 

He’s putty in Bucky’s arms, melting against him. Probably feels so deliciously tiny, Bucky’s broad hands spanning his hips, Bucky wrapped around him like Steve’s still five foot nothing, even though Steve technically has an inch or two on him now.

Clint and Tony are having a breakdown while Rhodey is tucked away in the corner, texting direct quotes to Coulson so that they can use it in their next fanfic.

1 & stucky

Bucky insists on putting their furniture together on his own, no help from anyone.

Steve knows why, of course. It’s the same reason why everyone on the team has hand-knitted scarves and hats and gloves. Same reason why their apartment is decorated in an odd mismatch of arts and crafts; pottery and homemade potpourri, random photographs in handmade frames, a wooden rocking chair that Bucky made at the Tower on a particularly bad weekend.

“It feels good,” Bucky told him one late evening; he only ever confessed these things at night. Steve understands. The darkness has been their secret keeper for as long as either of them can remember. “Rememberin’ that I was made for more than just killin’ people.”

So, yes. Steve knows exactly why Bucky prefers to do things himself but sometimes, well. Sometimes he just wishes Bucky would be practical about things.

Like now.

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okay so we all know just how much bucky would dirty talk when it comes to steve, like even when they weren't fucking he would still be dirty. but what kind of pet names and praises would he mostly use for steve?

Pet names used by Bucky Barnes:

Stevie, of course (lbr it’s a pet name when Bucky says it)

Sweetheart

Baby doll (sometimes just “doll,” sometimes just “baby”)

Dollface

Kitten

Sweet thing

Sugar

And Bucky’s praise is always geared towards making Steve feel capable and desirable. 

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hey omg i love your blog! I read that bed-sharing-octopus-Steve and now I wonder if there are days when Bucky is the octopus (octobuck?? lol) and Steve gets annoyed at him (like, "bucky ffs i cant move an i really need to get out of the bed NOW") o\

Aw, thank you, bb :D

Now, Bucky isn’t an octopus when he sleeps, no. That is all Steve. Sleepy Steve is a snuggly little octopus that just wants cuddles. All the cuddles.

Bucky? He’s an octopus during the day. Especially when he’s feeling particularly affectionate. If they’re watching television, if they’ve been goofing off, grappling over the remote or something, finally stopped fighting. Out of breathing and laughing.

Well, Bucky’s liable to sneak his arms under Steve’s back, lock them together, and refuse to get up.

“Alright, alright, you win,” Steve breathes out. “We can watch fucking – what was it again?”

But Bucky doesn’t answer and when Steve starts wiggling, he just holds on tighter.

“Oh, Christ,” Steve says. “C’mon, Buck. Get up. You’re heavy, you jerk –”

“Says the super soldier with super strength –”

“You’re fucking cheating, that arm is cheating –”

“Jesus, Rogers, just shut your yap and let a man have a hug.”

It lasts a lot longer than a hug but Steve can’t get up – well, maybe he could, but he doesn’t try that hard – until Bucky’s good and ready to let him.

After the 'finger fellatio' accident, the Avengers decide to add yet another list to the whole Code Red/Blue files (for everyone's sanity bc, lbr: seeing Steve Rogers' lips wrapped around something elongated is a distraction for EVERYONE -even tho Tony'll deny that was the reason he dropped one of his tools on his foot); so now Steve can't put in his mouth for a prolonged amount of time: lollipops (But I like those), pens, and forks ("how am I supposed to eat?" "fast, Rogers!!")

Bucky lounges on a chair, legs splayed suggestively. “Don’t worry, Rogers,” he says, leering at him. “I got somethin’ you can put in your mouth.”

“Oh, well, thank God for that,” Steve says sarcastically but his cheeks are turning pink which means he actually is relieved. Or maybe ‘cause it wants.

They stare at each other heatedly for the rest of the meeting and don’t hear a goddamn thing anyone has to say, so the two of them are surprised when they wake up the next morning to a new e-mail in their inboxes, entitled, “The New Rules & Regulations of Avengers Tower.”

“This is bullshit,” Steve says sleepily. He hasn’t even mustered the energy to pull away from where he’s laid across Bucky’s chest yet.

Bucky pets him, making an unconcerned sound as he stretches as best he can with a super-soldier weighing him down. “Wouldn’t be the first time we broke the rules.”

Steve snorts. “Which one do you want to have a go at first?”

I'm obsessed with beefcake!Bucky's thick muscular abs/waist. It's just. SO BIG AND TONED I CANT TAKE MY EYES OFF OF IT. And I love that Bucky's big where Steve's small even after the serum. Like waist. Or thighs. THOSE THIGHS. Just. Ugh. I bet Steve (and Bucky too) love these differences between their bodies either. Right???

unf, GOD, yes. You are on my level, Nani.

I mean, they’re of a similar height now and I’d say their shoulder width is around the same but other than that? Steve’s still so much smaller!

Imagine him in Bucky’s clothes. Shuffling around the kitchen in Bucky’s pajama bottoms, still half-asleep and seemingly oblivious to the collective stare of his teammates on him. Everyone watching the way those pants slide low on his hips because of how tiny his waist is in comparison to Bucky’s.

Sam griping, “dear god, put a shirt on before Stark has a coronary; it’s seven am, Rogers, people can’t deal with this,” and then face-palming when Steve comes back wearing one of Bucky’s big sweaters.

Fits him near perfect around the shoulders but too big everywhere else.

…I’m now imagining this in the oblivious-couple/bedsharing universe and my heart eyes are strong.

Bedsharing and snuggling and clothes-sharing, oh my. *_________*

pierce: captain america knows you exist and will now not let us be. you need to take care of him.

winter soldier: of course

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winter soldier: you should eat more. your serum would’ve affected your metabolism so if my calculations are correct, you ought to be eating at least twice the average human being.

steve, spilling his coffee: HOW DID YOU GET IN MY HOUSE

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steve, about to sleep: (:

winter soldier: it’s supposed to get super chilly around 2am so you should probably wrap up warm. here are some extra blankets

steve, startled: WERE YOU UNDER MY BED THIS WHOLE TIME

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steve, in a battle: dang i’m bleeding who shot me

winter soldier: here let me clean the wound and i’ve got a bandage right here just sit still don’t worry but when you’re done fighting you should probably get this looked at i know your serum heals you quicker but there might be something stuck in it and you don’t want your skin to grow over anything inside

steve, crying: who are you why are you following me

winter soldier: please be careful and make sure you get home safely

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steve, at peggy’s funeral: i can’t believe she’s gone

winter soldier, from behind: everything’s gonna be alright. she lived a long and fulfilling life. she loved you so much and she’d want you to carry on making a change in the world.

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pierce: soldat, mission report

winter soldier: mission is going well. captain rogers is eating more regularly, taking more care in battles, his exercise routine is no longer unhealthy. he is still grieving agent carter, but i believe he’ll be okay. last night he let me tuck him in-

pierce: i- that’s not what i meant

Stucky & bed sharing. Especially when it's randomly casual. Like oh not enough beds? No prob we can share. Or fuck that was an exhausting mission I need a nap shove over. Just. My heart bursts.

This goes along well with that trope of “we’re totally a couple but we don’t know we’re a couple” that I absolutely fucking love tbh.

They share all the beds. All of them. They sleep together, nap together - in fact, I daresay they don’t get in a good sleep unless they’re together. 

And they know all of each other’s worst sleeping habits.

If Steve sleeps on Bucky’s left side, he kicks during the night. Steve is the worst cover hog of all time but he makes up for it by also being a human octopus. 

Bucky cannot even begin to tell you how many mornings he’s woken up trapped by the limbs of Steven Grant Rogers. No matter how they fall asleep, no matter if they’re not even touching when they fall asleep, when he wakes up, Steve is plastered right to him.

His life is so hard.

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