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omg! would u ever write beefy bucky x twunk steve in a rs where steve act is the one who’s the more assertive one in the rs? and bucky despite his size is the shy one, always uncomfortable w how people presume his size = him wanting to be on top when all he really wants is someone to rail him 6 ways to sunday. bc that ask where you talk about how beefy buck gets all weepy and whimpering????? that got me soooooo hot like????? love you K!!!!

Oh, baby oh.

OH.

This may come as a surprise, but this has been the one pairing (aside from a Daddy pairing) that I have thought about the most and how silly is it that I haven’t written them at all?! I feel like they’re the one I’m kinda waiting to touch, saving them up for the right moment.

Honestly, a story I’ve always wanted to write was Artist Steve Rogers and Museum Curator James Barnes. Steve is this poor big baby who has just always wanted a Daddy but has kind of stuck with this image that others and society have given him—a top and a dom. But upon meeting James and hearing a smooth, “I’m so sorry I’m late, doll,” and seeing James has Steve wanting to drop and nuzzle into a thigh immediately. But he fights it forever, fights it while they date, lets those urges slip through a tiny bit, enough to where James is like “mmkay bb I see you” and shows Steve tiny spurts of Daddy energy. And then one night Steve can’t take it anymore, is so riled up from waking up from a wet dream and wanting a Daddy and has realized he’s drawn things out. He races over to James house in the middle of the night and James is all, “Baby, what are you doin’ here?” and Steve just gets all needy and quiet and is embarrassed so James grabs for him and is encouraging him to say it what’s wrong what’ya need, always so goddamn encouraging, and Steve breaks and whimpers, “Daddy...?” and—

😌 Feel free to use any part of this idea because I doubt I’ll write this lol.

OKAY ANYWAY BACK TO THIS.

I adore a built twunky Steve who most would probably look at and go ??? because who knows if he tops or if he bottoms. They take one look at the man holding his hand, his sheer size, and they go, “oh okay so the blond deffo bottoms, look at that guy.” Wrong. WRONG.

Gimme the bashful Bucky, all blushes and silly smiles the very first time Steve sees Bucky from across the bar and lights him up immediately. People don’t just go and…hit on Bucky like that, so openly and so forwardly. And never in a way that implies that Bucky isn’t as dominating as his size would make it seem.

“What’s a pretty thing like you tryin’ to hide in a corner like this for?”

It would have been so goddamn hard for Bucky to not go home with Steve the first night, this big-all-over beefcake everything that Bucky has ever wanted in a man. He looks like he would feel incredible pressing Bucky into the mattress, the way he looks at Bucky makes Bucky’s tummy get all warm, and that bottom lip looks like absolute sin. Even after Steve pulls Bucky into a bathroom stall, presses him tight against the back of the door and kisses Bucky like he’s a dyin’ man in a desert and Bucky is an oasis, Bucky doesn’t go home with Steve. What he does go home with is a hickey on the underside of his jaw and a new number in his phone.

“S’alright, honey. You take your time; you’re worth a wait.”

These two would be so fucking obsessed with each other. Finally able to be themselves and have what they want in a partner? Stop. Steve would be so goddamn gone for Bucky, this big guy, this big bear all to himself, all pretty murmurs and blush high on the cheeks and snuggles. So much to hold, so much to squeeze and love on. So sweet and thoughtful and caring, gutting eyes and a smile that makes Steve feel like he sees the gates of heaven each time it graces Bucky’s face.

Steve would show the world he was gone for this guy, totally smitten. Hands on lower back, hands on thigh, sitting on the same side of the table. Squeezes to the back of the neck, whispers in ears, kisses on cheeks. Let people look, let them see how he reduces Bucky, this Bucky, into a puddle of goo with very little effort. Let them see Bubba’s blush, his lowered gaze, his bitten bottom lip. Let him see the way Bucky slowly stops seeing everyone else in a room and in turn soaks up and glows under such attention.

But the sex? Full stop. Steve would have almost come in his pants the first time they had sex (like two days after they met, bucky is weak af) and Bucky spread his thighs so willingly for Steve. Steve gobbles up the noises that Bucky makes when he’s just starting to get overwhelmed, is starting to get needy. They’re breathless and barely there and so small it makes Steve growl. Steve can’t help but egg Bucky on, push him so those noises become prettier and prettier, until he gets a little stupid for just Steve and Steve alone.

“Look at’chu, bubba. Huh? What’chu want? You want this? Come on, use your words, pretty.”

Steve would taunt and tease right on the edge of overwhelming, perfect, make Bucky get a few good hiccups out as he tried so hard to get words out, god. But it’s so hard to get words out when Steve can’t pull away from Bucky’s mouth, his own lips, his fingers, his tongue, he can’t help it.

There’s nothin’ sweeter than Bucky, chest heaving and eyes watery and hands grabby, whimpering out a needy little, “Steve, c’mon…wan’you, want…god want you to fuck me. Please? Steve…”

Okay, just kidding.

Bucky getting Steve’s dick is way sweeter than him asking for it. The way he goes a little cross-eyed, the way he lets out a tiny whimper every time Steve pushes in, the way his lips curl up into a grin when he feels his orgasm coming. The way he says Steve’s name, the way he tips his chin and whines for kisses, the way he asks for Steve’s come, arches his back, hikes his legs high up on that bitty waist. The way he’s so warm and so pliant and so eager, so ready, so cockdrunk, so easy. The way he trusts Steve to move him around and show some strength, to love on him in such a way, to give himself over to Steve like that.

So big but so little, so pretty and precious and sweet, his big bubba bear.

We love to see it, nonnie LOVE TO SEE IT. I don’t know if I’d ever write them out but maybe one day! Love you more!

(shoutout to @bigbraiiin for letting me use her beloved “bubba”, wow what an honor)

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