#stucky nsft

[arcadianstorm]

Bucky can't resist giving Steve's nipple a biting/lick tease. Full NSFW-> Ao3 | Bluesky | Twitter | Pillowfort

[gay-jewish-bucky]

Unbeknownst to guests to Steve and Bucky's house (well, except Nat who knows everything), the professionally framed abstract painting hanging in the dining room is actually the product of Steve and Bucky buying one of those "cover yourselves in paint and bang on a canvas" kits for their anniversary.

[princessbubblenumbsblog]

Stucky Comic Snippet Pt 3

Don't even bother, Steve! Hi I'm back, and as you can see I'm not immune to the cliché of someone knocking on the door at just the right time. Sorry to keep you waiting, but here's the disappointing part: this snippet actually just ends here. I started making it as an exercise, to start getting comfortable with drawing digitally, so I just thought of a cool scene in my head that I wanted to see, and made it. I do plan on making some more snippets and comics regarding these two (and also other original characters) that I have a storyline for, only this snippet isn't part if it, or at least I wasn't able to fit it in yet. Thing is, like I mentioned in a previous post, I'm thinking if I should make my style simpler so I can pop more of these out, because it takes me a really long time to make "just 3" of this pages, or if I should just keep it like it is. I know I'm only one person and not a team, but alas, I guess this blog will end up being a series of snippets that I'll do my best to put in chronological order. I even thought of uploading somewhere else for that, but anyway, that's for another time. On the meantime, thank you so much for every single one of you who liked my posts, but especially those who commented or reblogged with their thoughts! I really really appreciate each and every single one of you, and it motivates me to keep doing what I'm doing. If you have any questions, feel free to send me an ask or comment and I'll be happy to answer! Or, you can comment who you think is knocking on the door and why :D Anyway hope you're doing well! 💖

[pinup-pigeon]

HAPPY NEW YEAR 🎆🎊

[not-withoutyou]

Yeah so anyway the way Bucky deals with the rumor about Steve losing his virginity to a USO girl is to buy a replica dress. As a joke, mostly. (Because Bucky’s been the USO girl in question all along. Even if they didn’t get their chance until long after the war ended.)

It’s meant to be a little funny, given the context. But it suddenly doesn’t feel like a joke at all when he’s trying on the outfit in front of the full length mirror. It’s not a joke, the way his thighs look in that skirt. It’s not a joke, the way the material clings to his chest. (It’s not a joke that he feels kind-of-a-bit beautiful.)

Steve finds him like that; stares unabashedly from the bedroom doorway. (Doesn’t laugh.) He drops the keys to his motorcycle—they hit the floor with a clatter. Wind-swept and flushed, a consequence of the road or of something else. And Steve’s uncharacteristically speechless, too, when he crowds cautiously into Bucky’s space. When he takes Bucky’s hands that had been fidgeting with the skirt’s hem.

(Bucky doubts himself for a split second, there, wondering if he’d fucked up and misread the situation. Maybe this isn’t something Steve would like at all.)

But Steve swallows. “Did you get all dolled up for me?” The blue had vacated Steve’s eyes entirely. They wander, drinking Bucky in.

Closing the step of space between them with renewed confidence, Bucky nods. His arms slip around Steve’s shoulders. Steve’s hand trails up his thigh, thumb brushing the hem of the skirt.

“You look so pretty, sweetheart.” (Steve means it—it’s written in the sincerity, the love on his face.) “You look— you’re a fuckin’ dream.”

A laugh escapes from Bucky’s chest. “I could do a little song and dance for ya, soldier.” He kisses Steve’s jaw, his neck. He feels it when Steve groans. “Go sit down and I’ll give you a show.”

“Christ.” Blunt nails drag over Bucky’s thigh. “You’re gonna kill me.”

And later, when Bucky’s curled up against Steve’s chest, when Steve’s showed him how much he likes the outfit (by getting it off of him), Steve whispers, “Wanted everyone off my back. It was the first lie I could think of, ya know? Couldn’t tell them the truth.”

“If you could’ve—what would you have said?” Bucky whispers back, hand over Steve’s heart.

Steve chuckles, brushing fingers through Bucky’s hair. “That I was too busy pining over my best friend as a teenager to get out all that much.”

Letting his eyes fall closed, Bucky kisses Steve’s sternum. The dark city outside their window hums a lullaby of traffic and distant voices.

“Hey, Buck?” There’s a smile in the words. “You’re keeping the outfit, right?”

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[stuckyfingers]

TSUM TSUMS

BOINKING

[transstuckywriter]

Pairing: Steve/Bucky

Rating: Explicit

Summary:

Between the testosterone Steve had been taking since ‘39, first in pills Bucky would steal and now in regular injections Bucky supervised, and the serum, Steve’s cock had grown exponentially since they were a couple of young men struggling to survive in Brooklyn. A handful of surgeries sometime between when Steve was unfrozen and when he dragged Bucky kicking and screaming out of decades of brainwashing had formed it into a perfect cock, big enough to fuck him up with the prettiest set of balls for Bucky to nuzzle on particularly lazy days. This was not the kind of day that would give him the time or luxury to do that, if the way Steve was currently stringing him along was any indication. Or: I read a tumblr post about trans Steve topping post-bottom surgery and now have three separate WIPs in my folder about it

Inspired by this post by @gay-jewish-bucky

[buckymilf]

steve and bucky and their weird kinks

[murkycrush]

Preserum Steve being in control is my favorite kind of Steve  💋Support me on Ko-fi | Print Shop | Commissions

[real-bucky-barnes]

Steve just called me “my little hedgehog” while we were fucking. Is this what the internet calls a “canon event”? Because I’d love to forget it.

[arcadianstorm]

Steve got distracted by his muse ❤️ FULL NSFW-> A03 | Twitter | BlueSky | Pillowfort

[gay-jewish-bucky]

[princessbubblenumbsblog]

Stucky Comic Snippet Pt 2

Here's the sequence I promised! There is more to come so again, please consider following me if you haven't already and like/are interested in stucky, marvel art and original art. I'll be creating a twitter soon, I haven't really used it ever but I've been told it's good for people who enjoy more nsft art and whatnot. I'll put it in my bio. Thank u for all the notes and kind words, I really appreciate each and every single one 💖

[haflacky]

Donation commissions for Ukraine for @metalbvcky based on their fanfic!

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[not-withoutyou]

The first attempt at their first time isn’t easy. It’s rushed and fumbling. Steve doesn’t exactly know what he’s doing. (But he’s willing to be taught.) It’s kisses behind a book shelf in an empty meeting room while Steve tries his damndest to get Bucky’s uniform pants undone. It’s the sound of the door clattering open right as his knees hit the floor. It’s the risk of military prison. It’s a racing heart for all the wrong reasons and holding breath until the footsteps pass. It’s mumbled apologies and promises of later. Later never comes.

The second try doesn’t go any better. It’s a miraculous 70 some years later, technically—right after Bucky comes home from Wakanda. (Finally, finally home.) Bucky’s traumatized, (but healing), and Steve’s so unsure of himself. His hands shake. Bucky’s do, too—lying there asking Steve to go ahead and take whatever he wants. (And he does want.) But he just. Can’t. He calls it off; kisses Bucky on the forehead. Because he can tell Bucky’s not feeling as alright as he had at the start of the night. (Can still read Bucky like a book.) Nothing either of them had done wrong—just not the right time. (If it never happened, that was fine, too. Steve had made that clear from the beginning.)

They get it on the third try, though, a few months later. It’s patience and respect and time-worn trust. (Love that could withstand a firestorm.) It’s slow and careful. It’s communicating boundaries. It’s flickering candle flame and Bucky’s fingertips tracing phantom constellations on his back. (Bucky looks like a goddamn miracle—Steve can’t take his eyes off his face.) It’s learning unsteady new ground. (Together.) It’s knowing that, now, they have the luxury of time. And Steve’s kinda grateful for it—doesn’t mind that he’s the world’s leading authority on waiting too long if this is the man he was waiting for.

[baconafterdark]

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