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Late Night Fucks

bucktony, eventual stuckony. E. warnings: consensual somnophilia, one instance of non-consensual somnophilia, dubcon.

For @marvelpolyshipbingo, Square N1: “Surprise!”

Explaining the Dubious Consent tag real quick: Bucky fucks Tony while Tony’s asleep without acquiring his explicit consent. Tony finds out the day after, but never confronts him, nor does he stop him when Bucky comes back again and again. Tony wholeheartedly wants this, and Bucky takes his lack of action as consent.

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Tony wakes when the bed dips behind him, making him shiver in terrified anticipation. He doesn’t stir this early often; most times it’s somewhere in the middle—fingers inside him, cock pounding him into the mattress. Sometimes it’s closer to the end, Bucky grunting low in his ear as he cums, cum they both pretend isn’t dripping out of him at breakfast.

But nights like these are Tony’s favourite. When Bucky gets back from a mission and uses Tony to, uhm, relax—work out any lingering stress.

They’re the nights when Tony finds out just how much Bucky likes to tease; finger him open achingly slow, work his cock over with featherlight touches that never go anywhere, but get him so turned on it only takes a few thrusts of his hips against silk sheets after Bucky leaves for him to cum so hard he’s seeing stars.

But they’re also the nights that make it the hardest to pretend that Tony has no idea what’s happening.

The first night, Tony hadn’t woken at all. He’d only felt the cum leaking out of his hole when he’d woken in the morning, dead to the world after a three day engineering binge. He’d been horrified, immediately asking JARVIS to pull up the footage. But instead of fury, he’d been surprised by a heady wave of arousal as he watched Bucky rut against him like an animal, taking the pleasure he wanted from Tony’s prone, pliant body as if he owned it. He’d gotten hard so quickly he’d gotten dizzy, only a few short strokes of his hand tight around his aching length before he came spilling over his fist, watching Bucky dump his load into Tony’s ass as if he was nothing more than a fleshlight.

It was the hottest sexual experience of his life—and he hadn’t even been awake for it.

Tony kept waiting for him to bring it up the next day, or in the coming weeks. But Bucky never said anything, so Tony, for once in his life, managed to keep his trap shut too. They laughed and joked like that night never happened, and Tony never once caught any appreciative looks or heated stares.

Then Bucky shipped out on a mission, and a week later Tony woke to Bucky’s cock working its way into his ass, Bucky’s low, desperate groan as he bottomed out nearly enough to send Tony over the edge. But the soldier never gave any indication that he knew Tony was awake, so Tony focused on keeping his breathing even and stifling any noises, not wanting to scare the other man away from what was fast becoming the hottest, filthiest fuck of his life.

It wasn’t hard to put together a pattern after that, and Tony found himself looking forward to when Bucky would leave for missions, eagerly anticipating his return.

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nasty but classy

Rating: Explicit  Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes Summary: Word Count: 4.2K Tags: Drinking, Light Dom/Sub, Feminization, Dirty Talk (mentions of rimming, anal fingering, anal sex, blowjobs), Established Relationship, Voyeurism, Teasing, Daddy Kink, Age Difference, Size Kink, Sex Toys A/N: Hi! An Ask got away from me and here we are. The ask said, “omg omg ms. doyousleep I just saw the cutest challenge that reminded me of bb buck and steve 🥺 basically the couple drinks a shit ton of wine and the first person to touch the other person has to give them head LMFAO I would die if u wrote this”. I felt something and ran with it and it’s fucking filthy. I would love all the feedback. Let me know if you want a follow-up. Love you bunches, enjoy!

Surprisingly, Bucky was doing really well, all things considered. For once the wine was on his side, wasn’t making him want to act on his indecently horny thoughts. It did make him warm all over though, which leads to him leaning his head back onto the couch cushion behind his head, which then leads him to stretching his torso out with a small noise. Steve’s eyes are on the peek of tummy that the movement put on display immediately. Bucky doesn’t do anything to cover it up. That isn’t the point of this game. 

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Proof Sebastian Stan was born to wear denim

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DADDY 

LOOK AT THAT NOSE SCRUNCH!!!!

SOFT SEB AWWWWW

WHY  HAL WHY???!!!!

chris destroys me ;)

and lastly…… this look 0_________0

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your last drabble was AMAZING, but now i raise you- daddy fucking baby bucky while BUCKY is on a call. maybe it’s some guy from one of bucky’s classes that was too stubborn to take a hint, or maybe an intern at steve’s work who always flirts w bucky when he’s there

“Fuck, Steve I swear our roles should be reversed. D’you sometimes think you want sex too much? That you’re too horny?”

Steve chuckles into Bucky’s neck before giving his ear a nip for his sass. His hips press and settle into the cushion of Bucky’s ass with a hefty exhale, his heavy cock stretching his sensitive rim, filling Bucky right up in a way that has his toes curling. His words are all fun, all bratty, with little bite behind them; both of them know Bucky would never complain about how much sex they have.

“Never thought I’d see the day a little slut like yourself would complain about getting’ fucked too much,” Steve bites back as he pulls his hips back oh so slowly, and Bucky whines, brings an arm up to bury his fingers into short silky hair.

“Yeah? Now who’s the slut?”

Bucky has a soft spot for this position, lazy on their sides with Steve’s body tucked behind his own. He adores Steve’s hands on his body in such a way, cradling Bucky against his chest, mouth on his neck and right at his ear. Bucky is weak for the way his head rests in the crook of Steve’s elbow, the way that arm wraps around his neck, hand sliding across Bucky’s chest, the way he can tighten it when wanted.

It’s the position they find themselves in when they are lazy, when they wake up in the morning or want one more taste of each other late at night. Steve chooses to not hold Bucky’s leg this time and instead runs his free hand up his stomach, his chest. The small arch in Bucky’s back makes the stretch of Steve inside of him incredible, makes the slide of his cock compel Bucky eyes to roll a little on their own accord.

Bucky hadn’t realized he was making so many noises, which is how it tends to happen, but Steve moans softly in his ear, kisses at Bucky’s neck.

“You were saying?”

Asshole.

He tightens his fingers in Steve’s hair, tugs a tad in retaliation right at the same time Steve’s hand runs down to squeeze at Bucky’s cock. The touch is timed perfectly with Steve’s thrusts, with that gutting roll in, one that makes Bucky let out a whine of, “Ohh…”. Steve acknowledges him with a hum, a warm noise that he lets out right into the skin of Bucky’s cheek. When Steve fucks him this way it’s always slow, always focused around feeling and sensation, sometimes even stopping to take the time to get carried away kissing, all tongue and lips until Bucky has to beg Steve to move again.

These are the times Bucky truly feels like one with Steve.

“Love lovin’ on you like this. Look how sweet you are for me, Buck,” Steve whispers in his ear, arm under his head curling to grasp at Bucky’s opposite shoulder. It pillows Bucky’s head against the meat of Steve’s bicep, such a comfy home, but the thrill of the squeeze is there, the hold and the pressure. All Bucky can say in response to Steve’s sugary words is a small, “Daddy…”.

“Yeah, baby god I’ll never get tired of this, never. I should, I fucking should be sick’a you but fuck I’m not, I’ll never be. Could stay right here and love on you for—”

Bucky doesn’t hear his phone ringing. The only thing that pulls him from this filthy foggy mindset is Steve stilling.

“You wanna get that?” Steve whispers and Bucky scoffs.

“R’you for real?”

“I don’t know, Buck. You don’t get many phone calls and that isn’t Nat’s ringtone.” Bucky rolls his ass back. The phone continues to ring.

“Steve, quit it, come on. Please…”

“Who’s Josh?” Bucky’s eyebrows furrow some as he tips his head back to press a set of wet kisses along Steve’s chin. The phone continues to ring.

“He’s…he’s my lab partner. Can we not talk about him while we’re having sex please? Come on, Daddy, while I’m not entirely turned off?”

Bucky doesn’t expect Steve to start moving again, honestly doesn’t expect for him to have maintained his erection, but god bless him he has. Steve’s grip on his shoulder tightens some, his other hand running sensually down Bucky’s chest, his stomach and both let out a pleased noise. His knees have crossed some, one laying over the other, in the movement and pause of the phone call, and it makes Bucky feel like he’s absolutely stuffed with cock and he loves it. He’s about to let out another moan, one from the back of his throat, when his phone goes off again but this time it’s a text.

They ignore it. But then it goes off again.  

Bucky ignores it but Steve—

“Guy can’t take a hint, can he?” Bucky wants to chuckle at the irony but also rip Steve’s hair out for not ignoring his phone like Bucky has.

“Yeah, he’s…he’s been real persistent,” is what Bucky mistakenly says through his hazy mindset and clenched teeth and this time Steve does stop moving.

Shit.

The hand on his stomach moves to grip his hip, his other arm loosening as well, and Bucky can feel Steve look down at him.

“What do you mean, Buck?” Bucky wants to whine, does when he arches his neck, wants to ask Steve for what feels like the fiftieth time to please just keep fucking him, but he knows he won’t get out of this one. The hand in Steve’s hair is brought back down and Bucky wraps it around Steve’s arm around his neck.

“Josh uhm…Josh has, he’s been flirting with me recently and uhm…trying to get me to g-go to dinner with him,” and before Bucky can get half of the words out Steve is tucking and pulling him back into that thick wall of a chest with a noise that Bucky can only describe as a growl. Bucky gasps when Steve rolls his hips a few more good times, fucking into him a little harder, a little deeper, and he’s both surprised and not surprised at Steve’s actions.

“S’that so?” Steve grits out into his ear and Bucky wants to roll his eyes at just how dramatic Steve can be sometimes but his eyes end up rolling for an entirely different reason when Steve uses his vice-like grip to slip and slide that thick cock in and out of Bucky a few more times. His thrusts are sharp, like lightning down Bucky’s spine, and he can’t help but whine out some, let it bubble out through his lips.

“He…he s-stopped after a few days but…but doesn’t seem to get it,” Bucky tries, his voice bouncing with the movement of Steve’s body, heavy exhales let out right into the skin of Bucky’s temple.

“Call him back,” is what Steve says but those can’t be the words he actually ends up saying. There’s no way Steve is actually telling him to call Josh, his lab partner, back while they’re still fucking.

That’s exactly what Steve is telling him to do.

“Steve, Daddy no, no there’s…oh there’s no reason to, come on,” Bucky tries but it’s no use, not when Steve has heard that there’s someone who won’t stop harassing his baby even after he’s said no. Bucky tries to see it from Steve’s perspective, knows how protective he can be, moans some at the thought, but Steve is in his ear, cock still moving.

“Call the prick back.”

Bucky doesn’t even have to move on his own, Steve rolling Bucky onto his stomach so he can better reach his phone on the bedside table. To be manhandled has Bucky whining, has him already arching his neck back into Steve’s mouth, his teeth. Steve doesn’t even stop fucking into him, adjusts and flows into this new position with ease forcing Bucky’s head to drop forward into the sheets.

As he grabs blindly for his phone his brain struggles with what to focus on but all worried thoughts, hesitant ones, are quite literally fucked out of his system with each deep and gutting roll of Steve’s hips. He tries once more to object, bites out a low, “Daddy…” but is met with a nip on the nape of his neck, a warning.

He’s opening his phone and hitting the call back button before Steve can say another word.

Steve doesn’t fuck Bucky like this often, tends to only when they are wanting something rough, when Bucky asks Daddy to make it hurt a little bit, to make him take it. Bucky hates how much he loves this position, the feeling of Daddy straddling his ass and just riding him into next week, hands planted on either side of Bucky’s head. Steve’s on a mission now, a fucking filthy one, runs a hand up Bucky’s spine just to dig into his hair, to tug on it right in time for—

“Hello?”

Bucky didn’t even think about needing to talk.

“H-hey, Josh. Sorry…sorry I missed your call; I was a little busy.” Steve growls from above him, tugs on Bucky’s hair a little harder as he takes a seat on Bucky’s ass and grinds. Bucky barely stifles his whimper, can barely fucking breathe.  

“Hey, Bucky! No, it’s okay, it’s cool. You kinda ran out after lab today and you didn’t get to answer my question. Just wanted to follow up.” Bucky can barely hear Josh on the other end of the line, can barely even comprehend if the words he is saying are English or not. He tries hard to keep his breathing steady, to not make it super obvious that his Daddy is fucking the life out of him at the moment.

“What…what question w-was that?” Bucky asks and before Josh can respond properly Steve is bending, his warm breath hot on Bucky’s unoccupied ear.

“Lemm talk to him, Buck. Lemme tell him how sweet your little pussy feels.”

How he doesn’t squeal is beyond Bucky. He feels like his whole being gets caught in his chest, threatens to explode and combust with a bang.

“Wanted to see if you’d go to dinner with me. You know I’ve been trying for a few weeks now. I’ll get you eventually, come on. What’dya say? Thursday?”

Bucky is not a violent person but he almost wish mes Josh were here in person so he could knock his lights out. Steve’s cock digs into his sweet spot, makes Bucky let out an untimely ngh noise, and he can feel the victorious grin on Steve’s lips against his cheek. He thanks his lucky stars that Steve can’t hear Josh on the other line; who knows what would happen if he heard Josh’s words.

“Ohh, right. Heh. Well…”

“Should I tell him somebody already owns this boy pussy? That he should move onto the next slut?”

“Ohh, I uhm…that’s k-kind of you to offer yet again but I think I’ll have to pass.” Steve’s teeth dig into Bucky’s jawline, lock on like a feral animal, a not-so-subtle reminder of why Bucky is passing on a date with anyone else. Steve’s hips slow then and Bucky wants to cry because slow is always what Bucky wants. Bucky always prefers feeling every inch of Steve in his pussy, loves feeling every ridge and vein until his lips curl. Goddamn Steve for knowing him so well.

“Aww, come on, Buck,” Josh chides, and Bucky detests the way his nickname sounds coming out of Josh’s mouth, “What harm could possibly come from dinner?”

Josh doesn’t know Steve Rogers.

Bucky could cry from the way Daddy’s cock feels pressing and pushing into his sensitive pussy at the same time the hand in his hair holds taut. Steve’s thighs falling on either side of Bucky’s waist makes Bucky feel like an animal, an untamed animal that needed the guiding and controlling hand of a Daddy.

“Do I need to step in Buck? You gonna talk to him or should I?”

“Josh, listen,” and that’s bad, saying another guy’s name is bad, makes Steve let out another hateful noise, makes his teeth dig hard into Bucky’s neck. He almost says he’s sorry but bites it back before it’s out, clenches rhythmically down on Daddy’s cock instead.

“I can’t go to dinner or…or anything really. I have a boyfriend—”

“You’ve got a Daddy, boy. Tell him who I am to you.”

“—and I don’t think it’d be right.” Bucky almost screams when Josh lets out another chuckle at the same time Steve’s hips pick up their pace.

“Then we’ll go to dinner as friends. Boyfriend doesn’t have to know,” is the last thing he hears before Steve is moving. The hand in his hair is gone, Steve’s mouth on his neck is as well, but the most devastating part is that the phone is snatched from his ear as well. He wants to crumble through the bed and to the floor when he hears Steve say, “Hey Josh, how’s it goin’, buddy?”

And Steve doesn’t stop fucking him, doesn’t stop the delicious slide of that cock, keeps one hand on the middle of Bucky’s back, pressing down.

“Yeah, no hey this is Steve. Yeah—Bucky’s boyfriend.” Bucky’s fingers curl into the comforter beneath him, each thrust of Steve’s pushing out a pathetic noise from Bucky’s lung with each move.

“Daddy…!” Bucky hisses, his hiss turning into a wail that Bucky lets out into the fabric beneath him. He gets a smack on his ass for his troubles.

“No, I’m sure Bucky’s mentioned me I’m just not sure you chose to listen to him. That seems to be a reoccurring issue you have Josh.”

Bucky can’t ignore the way his dick throbs at this whole scenario: at the humiliation and the position and the dirty talk. He knows Steve is going to say something, is going to do something that Bucky is going to blush from, something that prevents Bucky from looking Josh in the eye again or vice versa. He doesn’t blame Steve, knows Steve would do much worse if he could, and Bucky ignores the part of him that revels in the treatment of someone trying to get at Daddy’s baby.

“Bucky said he doesn’t want to go to dinner with you. Bucky said no, Josh. You having trouble understanding that?”

One can’t even detect a hitch in Steve’s breath, the bastard, can’t even tell that he’s moving his body, his hips, his cock, at quite the rapid pace. Bucky’s dick rubs against the sheets and he’s left gasping, scrambling.

“Bucky’s a sweet kid, too sweet sometimes, so I’ll say it for him—fuck off, Josh.”

“Daddy!”

“Oh, I am for real, Josh. If you don’t, we’ll have some serious problems. Now—” and Steve’s adjusting, grunts into the fucking phone, as he squeezes at one of Bucky’s ass cheeks, “—I’m gonna set the phone down now and feel free to listen to how pretty my Buck sounds when he comes. Maybe he’ll even be sweet enough to squeal my name so you can finally cut the shit. Bye Josh.”

Bucky’s going to come and he hates how much he loves it, hates how his toes curl, hates how he know he’s going to do exactly what Steve says he will. Steve’s voice is hot on his neck again, fucking into Bucky with renewed vigor, hips slamming like pistons against the meat of Bucky’s ass cheeks.

“Come on, sugar—know you’re close. Know you love Daddy lettin’ others know who he is to you. Know you’re a little slut for me bein’ possessive and showin’ others that you’re my sweet boy, come on. Come on my cock, come on.”

Bucky hates how right Daddy is, knowing Bucky would hiccup and squeal on his cock, sputtering as he came. He hates how much he loves not really know if Josh was still on the other end of the call. He hates how much he loves how protective and territorial his Daddy is. 

He may hate all of these things but one thing is for sure—

Bucky loves his Daddy...

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He doesn’t sleep with clients. Never has before. But something about this guy just makes him feel like giving up control...letting someone else take the reigns for once.

(and that’s how he ends up bent facedown over a table when they’re supposed to be having a strategy meeting. give him a break. nobody’s perfect.)

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“You’re tellin’ me you grew up on your own...all these years fending for yourself, being in control and responsible for everyone else...and you never once wanted a big, strong man to come along and take care of you for once instead? You tellin’ me you never wanted a Daddy, Andy? That you didn’t dream about having someone to hold you down, make you beg for it before giving you exactly what you need...even when you were married to her? You’re tellin’ me that sweet hole of yours didn’t ache for someone to touch it during all that time? Or maybe...you were touching it, weren’t you sweetheart? Hiding it away, too embarrassed to tell your pretty little wife about it because then you’d have to tell her about how you wanted a Daddy to fuck it as well?”

“No.”

“Tell me the truth, sweetheart.”

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Hi! I was wondering if you could help me find a fic? I think Chris is going to pick Sebastian up from his home when for some press conference and he walks into Sebastian’s room to him *ahem ahem* and rushes out all flustered but I think it then plays out? I’m not sure if I’ve dreamt this fic? But it was incredible

Hello there! Ohh sorry if I’m wrong, but that actually sounds a lot like my own fic  Ready to Go ! Could it be that one? If so, then thank you so much!! 😊😘

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Hello! I love your fics, me and my friend have been bing-reading them since quarantine started! We're huge fans of your writing, you're amazing! If you're still taking prompts, I would like to ask for #58! Thank you! Keep up the good work!

hi! thank you so much to you and your friend

Steve recognizes the devilish glint in Bucky’s eyes as soon as the other man smirks at him. He narrows his eyes and tries to ignore it by taking another swig of his beer instead, but Bucky just leans forward and props his head on his hands. “Stevie,” he says imploringly, and Steve has to close his eyes at the practically indecent expression his boyfriend is donning.

“Yeah, baby?” he sighs back, giving Bucky a half-hearted smile. As soon as he gives in to any of Bucky’s tricks, he knows it’s going to be all downhill from there, and while he knows he’s going to inevitably give in anyways…he has to put in a little effort to push back, if only to save a little face.

Bucky bites his lower lip and hooks his foot around Steve’s ankle under the table. “You look good tonight. ‘S that a new shirt?” he asks coyly.

“You know it’s not, Buck. You’re the one who picked it out for me when we bought it, remember?” Steve rolls his eyes at him and gives him an I know what you’re doing look. Bucky doesn’t look fazed or discouraged in the slightest. In fact, he looks positively delighted, and when he speaks his voice is bright.

“Well, I got good taste then, huh? Color brings out those pretty eyes of yours,” he hums, eyes intensely fixed onto Steve’s. Steve feels a bit like he’s drowning in them. “How was work, sweetheart? Must’ve had something important going on today since you’re all dressed up, right?”

Steve does flush a little and smiles bashfully down at his beer bottle, tracing the condensation off the label. Bucky complimenting him is nothing new considering they’ve been together for almost a year, but it is nice that Bucky takes the time to notice the little things, like how Steve normally dresses for work and what’s happening at his job. “Just a presentation,” he says shyly. “Nothing too important, just wanted to pull out all the stops since everyone worked so much on the project. It went pretty well, I think. They seemed happy with us.”

“Well, I’m sure you floored them, sweetheart. I know how hard you’ve been working lately. Proud of you,” Bucky tells him softly, He reaches up and holds out a hand for Steve to take, lacing their fingers together so they’re connected across the tabletop. They sit like that for a moment, smiling fondly at each other and ignoring the background noise of the busy restaurant around them, but eventually, Bucky’s grin goes crooked again and Steve knows he’s about to ruin it with another one of his ridiculous propositions. “So…wanna go celebrate your win?” he purrs, squeezing Steve’s hand and giving him a suggestive look. “There’s a bathroom right around the corner.”

“Buck,” Steve groans, face red. “Here?”

“Where better?”

Steve huffs, flexing his fingers put not pulling them away. “Oh, I don’t know. Home?” he says sarcastically, but Bucky just grins wider.

“But this’ll be so much more fun, babydoll,” he insists. “C’mon, you sayin’ no to a victory blowjob from your own boyfriend? For shame, Stevie.”

“I don’t think I’m the one who needs shame in this situation,” Steve says drily, but he sighs and shakes his head, cheeks red. “Can’t believe the things I let you talk me into, Barnes. You’re a damn menace.”

Bucky is already up and sliding out of the booth before Steve even finishes, dragging him out of his own seat with their still connected hands. “All I’m hearin’ outta that is a ‘yes’, Stevie!” he says cheerfully. “Now c’mon, before our waiter gets back and thinks we skipped out on the check.”

“I left my coat at the table, so we should be good.” Steve lets himself be tugged to the bathroom that’s right around the corner from where their table is. He hopes it isn’t too obvious what they’re about to go do, but despite Bucky’s status as one of the world’s best spies and assassins, he’s never quite mastered the art of subtlety when it comes to his relationship with Steve now that they aren’t actively in danger of being arrested for holding hands in public. Hence his borderline gleeful expression while he yanks Steve into the bathroom and shoves him into the handicap stall at the far end once he’s determined the room is empty. “You’re buying me desert after this,” Steve mutters as Bucky slips the latch shut on the stall door and turns to crowd him up against the wall.

“Mm, you’re my desert,” Bucky hums, kissing him afterwards.

Steve smiles into it despite his disgruntled act, letting Bucky slot a thigh between his legs, still clad in his khaki slacks from work. “You and your lines, huh? Awful,” Steve says breathily when Bucky moves down to kiss at his neck, thigh pushing closer against him and his quickly hardening dick.

“Worked on you, didn’t they? Been almost a year and you haven’t gone running yet,” Bucky retorts, hands busying themselves with unbuttoning Steve’s slacks. Steve just snorts good naturedly and lets out a little satisfied sigh when Bucky’s leg shifts against him. “You like ‘em, sweetheart, otherwise you wouldn’t be lettin’ me get ready to suck your cock in a restaurant bathroom.” He rucks up Steve’s shirt from where it’s tucked into Steve’s pants and shoves the waistband of them down Steve’s thighs so all that’s left covering his cock is the thin material of his briefs, grey material tented by his erection.

Steve lets out a tiny whimper when Bucky drops to his knees, uncaring about the fabric of his jeans on the tiled floor. White it’s kind of gross to do this where they are (especially in New York City, for Christ’s sake) the sight of Bucky looking up at Steve with an open mouth and half lidded eyes, hands pulling down his underwear to free his cock, is enough to make both of them forget about it.

Bucky doesn’t waste any time getting to it. As soon as he has Steve’s underwear out of the way, he’s wrapping his hands around the length of him and guiding the tip of Steve’s cock into his mouth, suckling at the tip with a quick tongue. Steve breathes out heavily at the feeling, hands moving to grasp Bucky’s head. Unfortunately, Bucky buzzed his hair off about a week ago, so there’s nothing to hold on to, but Steve’s fingers scrabble for purchase anyways.

“Bucky,” he groans out, head falling back against the wall while Bucky continues to tease him, mouth not moving any further down than his head. “Buck,” he tries again, voice bordering on a whine. Bucky pops off at that, glancing up at him with dancing eyes.

“Christ, Stevie,” he chastises, voice somehow both teasing and condescending at the same time. Steve whines at that, too. “We have to be quiet, sweetheart, or are you gonna make me gag you?” It’s not supposed to be a serious threat, just more meaningless filth that Bucky always spouts off when he’s got Steve panting for it, but Bucky’s eyebrows raise when Steve’s dick twitches at the warning. “Oh, you like that?”

Steve’s face burns, but he gives Bucky a tiny nod. “Yeah,” he whispers. “I- kind of?” he says, embarrassed, but Bucky’s eyes soften and he takes a hand off Steve’s dick to dig into the pocket of his vest and pull out his bandana. He gives Steve a questioning look, holding it out, and with Steve’s go ahead he stands up and moves to fit it around Steve’s face. The fabric is rough against his skin and smells faintly of smoke, but Steve moans at the feeling of it being tied around his face. Bucky gives him an affectionate smile once he has it tied off, leaning in to press a brief kiss against his lips through the fabric.

“Good boy,” Bucky whispers, and then he’s dropping back down to get his mouth back on Steve, really going in for now. This time, when Steve feels Bucky’s tongue circling his head, the moan he lets loose is muffled by the fabric on his face. His face still flames at the knowledge of him being the one strung out enough to make that noise in public, but he feels better now that at least no one else will be hearing it but Bucky.

The blowjob is quick, but it’s made special by the gag and the setting they’re currently in. Steve’s always had a bit of a thing for Bucky bossing him around a bit, and he might be embarrassed to admit it, but he’s not embarrassed to enjoy it. So when he’s coming down Bucky’s throat with a muffled gasp after only a few minutes, he’s feeling nothing short of amazing, eyes still closed and head still swimming with the pleasure of it once Bucky gets back to his feet and tugs on the bandana. He blinks his eyes open at the motion and is welcomed by the sight of Bucky smiling at him with crinkled eyes.

“You enjoy that, babydoll?” Bucky asks softly, reaching around and untying the bandana.

Steve smiles back at him, sated and satisfied. “Would seem so,” he says quietly.

Bucky tucks his bandana back in his pocket and starts getting to work on tucking Steve back in as well, pulling his underwear and pants up to tuck his shirt into. Steve leans back and lets him. “Still want desert?” he offers, buttoning Steve’s pants up and tugging him in by his belt loops.

“Yes, please,” Steve sighs, leaning in for a brief kiss. “Let’s get out of here before our luck runs out and someone comes in.”

“You got it, babydoll.”

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the many looks of tony stark: home judge possibly biased

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This was in the movie, right!?

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i know it’s been a while but i love your fics where seb and chris have a kid 😭 is it possible to have a new one soon? i miss that lil family of theirs

🥰🥰🥰 You have no idea how much this request warmed my heart! I love Chris, Sebastian and their little family too. I don’t have any full-fledged fics planned with them at the moment, but hopefully this little ficlet will do.

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Pairing: Evanstan (Chris Evans / Sebastian Stan)

Word Count: 1.1K

Rating: G

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“Daddy!” Libby wails from her time out spot on the bottom step of the stairs.

Chris winces with each new round of sobs, every bone in his body is screaming at him to pick up his daughter and wipe away her tears.

“Papa!” She blubbers when her pleas go unanswered, though her words are muffled.

“Papa’s not home,” Chris reminds her, though all that seems to do is increase the volume of her cries. He wishes Sebastian was home right now as much, if not more, than their daughter does. He finishes sweeping up the stray crumbs coating the kitchen and then makes his way to the staircase.

He crouches in front of Libby, using the sleeve of his henley to wipe away her tears and then her snotty nose. Her wails calm to whimpers at her daddy’s presence, which Chris is very thankful for.

“No more time out?” She asks, her little face still red and puffy from her screams.

Chris tucks her hair behind her ear and looks his daughter in the eye. “I think you have an apology to make first, Libby. You know it’s not nice to hit Dodger, we only use gentle hands.”

Her big blues eyes glisten with guilt at the reminder of her offence.

Certain that his heart can’t take any more tears, Chris is quick to reassure her. “Let’s go say sorry to Dodger and maybe we can cuddle on the couch and watch Land Before Time again? Whaddya say, princess?”

Libby nods her little head and takes his hand. They make their way into the living room where Dodger is sitting on the couch. His ears perk at their presence and he quickly comes bounding over towards them.

“Sit, Bubba,” Chris instructs and Dodger does without hesitation. “Okay, Lib. What do you have to say to him?”

“Sorry, Dodgey.” She says softly, her little body flush with Chris, her face burrowing into his shoulder.  

Dodger tilts his head to the side expectantly.

“Think we should give him a treat?” Chris whispers to his daughter.

Libby’s eyes light up and she nods. “Yes!”

Chris passes her the peanut butter flavored dog treat and Libby eagerly gives it to Dodger who gobbles it right up. “Looks like Bubba accepts your apology, Miss Molly. But remember no more hitting.” He reinforces the lesson one more time.

She’s sleeping before Littlefoot meets Ducky but Chris doesn’t turn on the movie. Instead he lets the familiar dialogue that he could easily recount by heart, lull him to sleep too.

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At law school, one of the first things they tell you is do not get attached to your clients. Steve can see where they’re coming from, but as a rookie public defender, he’s always had something of a soft spot when it comes to the underdog. He’s also always believed into putting his heart into his work, and although he’s been told time and time again to stop, he never does.

When he meets Bucky Barnes, it’s practically the recipe for a perfect disaster. The guys pulls on all of Steve’s weaknesses. He’s handsome. He’s funny. He’s charming. Oh, and he’s also facing charges that could land him on death row. Besides that, perfect boyfriend material. Can’t have everything, y’know?

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If you're still taking requests for smut prompts, may I ask for #72 "Ah, he’s playing hard-to-get. thats cute.” (w Bucky playing hard-to-get because of course he does)?? If not, thank you for everything you've already written, you're wonderful and they are a blessing! 🙌🏻

hiiii thank you! i hope you like this 🥺

“You wanna play hard to get, baby? That’s awful cute,” Steve murmurs into his ear. Bucky has to swallow down the high-pitched noise threatening to break free at the feeling of Steve’s hand tightening in his hair.

Bucky does let out a little sigh when Steve slides a hand up under his shirt- or well, actually it’s Steve’s shirt. The larger man’s palm is warm and rough in a way that feels amazing against Bucky’s skin. “Can’t have you thinking I’m easy, Rogers,” he whispers, eyes falling shut. He leans back against Steve’s shoulder, relaxing his neck and leaving it bared, invitation for Steve to hopefully fit his other hand around it. Ironic, considering Bucky’s supposed to be playing hard to get right now, but hey- if it gets his boyfriend to choke him a little, he’s fine with it.

Steve seizes the opportunity, chuckling at the display. He slides his free hand up and grips at Bucky’s throat just tight enough for Bucky to wheeze a little. “But you are easy, Buck,” he says conversationally. Like Bucky should already know that. At the same time he’s speaking, he starts pinching at Bucky’s nipples. This added to his casual tone makes Bucky whimper a little, pushing his ass back against Steve’s erection. “You’re my slut, aren’t you, babydoll? We both know it.”

Bucky protests weakly, still trying to keep the game going, but losing his patience with it the more Steve touches him. “Not a slut.” Steve’s fingernail digs into his nipple a little at the same time he squeezes his other hand tighter and Bucky lets out a strangled moan. “Not a slut,” he repeats, hoping for the other man to react again.

“Sure look like a slut,” Steve says huskily. He drops his hand from Bucky’s chest and pushes up the bottom of his shirt instead. The cold air tickles his stomach a little. “Look down, honey, look at that pretty cock.”

Bucky whines in embarrassment but obeys and looks down at his erection anyways. He’s fully hard, cockhead peeking over the waistband of his underwear. It looks obscene, tip practically dripping. Steve huffs out a fond laugh into his hair and slides his hand down to wrap around it.

“Yeah, looks pretty slutty to me,” Steve hums. He swipes his thumb through the wetness at the head and spreads it around. Bucky gasps a little at the feeling, pushing up into it and rocking back down to rub his ass against Steve’s cock behind him. “You’re standing here in my kitchen with your pretty cock out, baby. You’re in my house, in my clothes, in my hand. You know what that means?”

Bucky exhales shakily. “No,” he says quietly, still looking at Steve’s hand stroking slowly at his dick.

“Means you’re mine, sweet boy. Aren’t you?” He tightens both his hands and speeds up a little, making Bucky cry out hoarsely, dizzy with arousal. “Say it, darling, or I’ll stop touching you. Only I get to touch what’s mine, and if you aren’t mine then I guess I just won’t touch you at all.”

“No, no,” Bucky whimpers, hands coming up to grip at the arm Steve has wrapped around his front. “I’m yours, Stevie, I’m yours.”

Steve doesn’t let up or go faster, just keeps up the same not-enough pace. Bucky wants to beg, and he’s about to, but Steve whispers harshly in his ear before he can get the words out. “If you’re mine, darling boy, then what do you call me?” Bucky doesn’t answer, too preoccupied with watching his cockhead pop in and out of Steve’s grip, slickness glistening on his palm. It looks pretty, the flushed redness of it against Steve’s golden skin, the pale blue of Steve’s shirt. He feels pretty, he feels owned, he-

Steve stops and Bucky cries out at the loss. He doesn’t have time to protest before Steve takes his hand away completely, spins him around, and has him shoved against the kitchen island, thigh between his legs. Steve’s face is stern, and Bucky can feel himself go doe eyed. He can’t help it, Steve is so gorgeous and commanding when they’re together like this, and it’s beautiful. Steve leans in and grips his chin. “I asked what you call me, Bucky. Tell me, or I’ll have you on your knees to suck me off and won’t touch you for a week after.” His voice is low and raspy in a way Bucky knows is going to be starring in his wet dreams for a month.

“I call you Sir,” Bucky says softly. He’s practically shaking with how strung out he is. He feels shivery from the way Steve’s thigh feels pressing against his dick. He’s not wearing pants, just briefs and a cut off shirt. The skin and soft hair of his leg feels so good, and Bucky wants nothing more than to rub off against it. His hips jerk the slightest bit, and of course Steve notices. He notices everything.

He smiles and Bucky, amused. “Aw, sweet boy. You wanna hump my leg? You that desperate?” he cooes. Bucky makes a devastated little noise and hides his face in Steve’s chest. Of course he does, but he doesn’t want to say it. His face burns at the thought. Luckily, Steve seems to take mercy on him and strokes his hair. “It’s okay, baby, I know you can’t help it. Just so needy, huh?” Bucky’s face is still buried in his pecs, so he doesn’t see the way Steve’s expression turns wicked. “C’mon, darling boy, lemme get you somewhere comfortable and your Sir will give you what you need.”

Bucky dazedly lets himself be led out of the kitchen by his hand, cock still hard and bobbing against his stomach with every step. He’s so lucky, he thinks dreamily. Steve is the best Sir he could ask for.

About one minute later when Steve has him in the living room on his knees in front of the couch, he’s thinking something very differently. Steve is a bastard, a sadistic one at that. One who likes to humiliate his boyfriend, apparently.

Steve is sitting in front of him on the couch, legs spread, relaxed against the back cushions. He has a lazy smile on his face, looking down at Bucky, kneeling between his thighs. Bucky is already red in the face. He knows where this is headed, and by the crook of Steve’s smile, he’s well aware that Bucky knows exactly what game they’re going to be playing.

Steve slots one of his legs forward, kicks it between Bucky’s shins and raises an eyebrow. “You wanted this, sweetheart, you might as well get to it. Or do you need me to tell you what to do?” Bucky opens his mouth to answer, but Steve interrupts him. “Don’t answer that, I already know the answer. ‘Course you do, honey, I know how dumb you get when you want something to rub that pretty cock on.” He settles back more comfortably and lays a hand over his own erection, squeezing gently. “Rub against my leg, pretty boy. That’s the only way you’re gonna come.” He smiles, and Bucky burns with the way that he can tell it’s at his expense. “I’ll be nice and let you hold onto me. Okay?” He says it sweetly, like he’s doing Bucky a kindness.

Bucky has to take a minute to collect himself, settling himself against Steve’s leg so his cock bumps against it, gripping Steve’s hips and hiding his face in his thigh. He feels more humiliated than he ever has before, and that’s saying a lot with Steve, but it also feels good. Safe. Still, he’s not sure he can do it, but he wants to come, wants to be good for Steve. He lifts his head and bites his lip looking at Steve imploringly. “Sir?” he asks quietly. Steve tilts his head and looks at him, eyes softening.

“Yeah, sunshine?”

“Can I- will you let me hold one of your hands? Please?” His voice is tiny, and somehow this feels almost more embarrassing than the idea of humping his boyfriend’s leg in the living room until he comes. Steve nods immediately.

“Of course, Bucky. I just want you to feel good, I’ll give you whatever you need. You’re my good boy, after all.” He offers up the hand that isn’t on his dick and Bucky grabs it, dragging the palm down to curl up against it where his face was against Steve’s thigh before. He feels better now, but he takes one last look at Steve before he hides his face again.

All it takes is a gentle “move, darling” and Bucky obeys. His hips work, rubbing his sensitive cock against Steve’s shin. It feels good, and after a minute, he starts letting out little noises into Steve’s thigh.

“Does it feel good?” Steve asks, voice raspy. Bucky nods and whimpers, trying to go faster, get enough stimulation to start getting close. It’s working, but he’s not there yet. He needs more. Steve gives it to him. “Not even a half hour ago you were trying to play hard to get for me, babydoll. Pretending like you aren’t my slut. And now look where you are. Humping my leg just because I told you to. You’re so sweet, angel. So needy and good for me, you know I love it, right? I love you, darling boy, you’re so good for me. Keep going, make yourself come on me.”

The words help, sending a heat to Bucky’s stomach that makes him whimper. He’s starting to get closer, more desperate. He unwraps the grip he has on Steve’s hand, shoves two of the fingers into his mouth and starts sucking on them. Steve lets out a satisfied hum from above, and Bucky warms from the approval. It just gets him even closer.

He moves his hips faster, more frantically, gasping at the feeling. He’s close, so close. He wants it so bad. Steve starts talking again, and that’s what really sends him over the edge.

“You know why playing hard to get doesn’t work, baby?” he asks roughly. Bucky lets out a sad little noise, mouth still preoccupied with Steve’s fingers. Steve doesn’t mind, just continues on in an increasingly wrecked voice. He must have his hand down his own pants now, from the noised Bucky can hear. “I already have you, baby. I don’t need to get you, because you’re already mine.” Bucky moans, loud and unabashed, humping desperately at Steve’s leg, close enough that he can feel it building up in his stomach, he’s so close, he’s so-

“You belong to me, Bucky. You’re mine, my darling, my boy, my angel. My slut. That’s all for me, Bucky, that’s all for your Sir.”

Bucky gasps when he goes over the edge, spilling hot and wet onto Steve’s shin. Steve follows only a few seconds later, hand moving hard and fast over his cock. He comes with a sigh, and afterwards he lifts moves his knee to make Bucky life his head, blinking foggily. Steve holds a hand out, covered in his release, and offers it to Bucky. Bucky leans forward and licks at it, cleaning it up while Steve pets his hair with his other hand, and even though his fingers are still covered in Bucky’s saliva and it’s getting in Bucky’s hair, Bucky doesn’t mind.

If playing hard to get ends up this way every time, he’s going to have to do it more often.

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# Strangers to lovers AU 😌😌