Characters: Steve Rogers x Female Reader x Bucky Barnes
Word Count: 2071
Warnings: drinking, asshole ex-boyfriend, explicit language, protective!Stucky, Stucky kisses, polyamorous relationship, mentions of being drugged
Author’s Notes: So, I combined two requests (in my Stucky x reader requests) together. 1) reader and the boys go on a night out (or maybe Tony has one of his famous soirées) and her drink gets spiked? Requested by @fireyegale2) you bump into an abusive ex and the boys don’t understand why you become all stiff and uncomfortable (they don’t know about that part of your life), until he tries talking to you and you tell him he isn’t meant to be anywhere near you. The boys go instantly into defense mode. PLEASE NOTE: If you do not want to be tagged in future installments, send me an ask or message. I will continue to tag my Forevers, my Steve tag list, and my Bucky tag list, but I’m happy to remove you from tags on this series. If you want to be added to the Two for One tag list, let me know.
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Summary: After years of struggling to overcome his seemingly endless list of addictions, Steve Rogers has been clean & sober for one year. In an effort to remain clean, to prove to himself that he can overcome his demons, he takes on the responsibility of becoming a sponsor. It’s wrong for a sponsor to feel a personal attachment to the ones they are sponsoring, but apparently Steve didn’t get that memo. Bucky Barnes’ downfall was cocaine, he couldn’t keep his nose clean if his life depended on it. After overdosing for the third time, a judge ordered him to ‘get clean, or go to jail.’ Narcotics Anonymous wasn’t really Bucky’s thing, that was until he saw the blonde haired, blue eyed God that was going to be his sponsor. Will Steve be able to separate his feelings from the addiction? Can Bucky overcome his primal urges and keep things professional? Word Count: 1,316 Warnings for series: Illicit & casual drug use, explicit language, alcohol abuse, explicit sexual language, male receiving anal sex, male receiving oral sex, explicit sexual content, heavy angst, masturbation, possibly more to come Author’s Note: This is going to be strictly a Stucky fic. There will be no reader involved. I wouldn’t be writing this without the unwavering support of @captain-rogers-beard & @climbthatmooselikeatree I love you.
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Steve hunkered down in his apartment for the next week. He called in sick to work, even went so far as to skip the weekly meeting. He should have felt bad about it, but he didn’t, not with his hand around his leaking dick. In his mind’s eye, Bucky was the one that was stroking him, swallowing around him, gagging, tears streaming down his face, begging for more.
He shouldn’t get rock-hard just at the notion of seeing Bucky again, or hearing his gravelly voice, let alone if Bucky were to say his name. Christ, he would lose it right then. Although, would it really be so bad?
Bucky had been calling Steve, leaving a string of text messages, asking if Steve was okay, if Bucky had done something to upset him. Steve should have answered straight away, he was being a shitty sponsor by not doing so. Only problem was, he couldn’t bring himself to have a quasi-normal conversation with the chestnut-haired man.
Then there were the phone calls from Clint.
“Something’s going on, man,” Clint insisted. “You can’t bullshit a bullshitter.”
“I’m fine, brother,” Steve gasped, the breath tearing in and out of him from yet another round of masturbating.
“Uh huh. Why are you out of breath?” he demanded to know.
“Just got in from running.” The words were out of him before he could even think of what to say.
Clint scoffed loudly. “You know I don’t believe a goddamn word you’re saying right now.”
“You really think I care?” Steve groaned, disconnecting the call.
That was three days ago, and Steve still hadn’t left the apartment. Well, that’s not entirely true. He left to get smokes and more laundry detergent. He had both of the small machines going shortly after returning. Two minutes later, someone was knocking on his door.
“Go away, Clint,” he snarled, a cigarette notched between his lips, his eyes rolling back.
“Steve?”
That was most definitely not Clint’s voice. Clint’s rasp never made Steve shudder in anticipation. No, this was a much deeper voice that Steve knew all too well. Steve’s heart was in his throat as he approached the door, his hand shaking as he reached for the door chain lock. Another round of knocks made him jump back.
“Just a sec,” he ground out. Steve ran his hands through his hair and risked a glance in the mirror. Shit, he looked like he hadn’t slept in a week. Whatever, it was what it was.
Bucky was on the other side of the door, his eyes full of worry. His hair was pulled back, the strands damp from the rain. “Jesus, ‘bout time you let me know you ain’t dead,” he huffed as he pushed his way into the apartment, seemingly on high alert, his eyes scanning Steve’s dark apartment.
Steve pulled in a deep breath that was full of Bucky, and fuck, it made his mouth water.
“I ain’t using,” he said for the hundredth time. “I’m perfectly fine.”
“I know what usin’ looks like,” Bucky said, turning to face his sponsor, eyes dark, jaw tense. “And you don’t look clean. What are you on?”
Steve raked a hand through his tousled hair and shook his head. “Nothin’, man. I swear.”
Bucky stepped into Steve’s airspace and glared at him. “Do I need to find a new sponsor?”
“Please don’t,” he murmured, the words falling from his mouth before he could even think of stopping them. Steve sucked in a shuddering breath, hoping that words would come with the rush of air, but they didn’t; they hung there like dust particles, shimmering in the rays of light, swirling about as you pushed your hand through them.
“Why shouldn’t I?” Bucky wasn’t asking because he was accusing Steve of anything, not really.
The truth was, Bucky was tired of hiding his feelings for Steve. Sure, they had practically just met, but Steve was intoxicating to be around. He was funny and smart, he didn’t take himself too seriously, there was no giant ego, and good goddamn, he was built like a shit brickhouse. Bucky wanted to get his hands on the man and explore every inch of his body.
When Steve didn’t say anything, Bucky stepped into his personal space, the air between them thickening. “Tell me, Steve,” he implored, his fingers twitching as he struggled to not reach for Steve.
Staring into Bucky’s azure eyes and decided at that very moment that he could no longer give into his fantasy, Steve gripped the back of Bucky’s neck and kissed him, hard, urgently, as if his very life depended on it. Fearing he had read the minute signs from Bucky all wrong, Steve wasn’t expecting Bucky to return the kiss. So, when he did, Steve let go of the moan in the back of his throat.
Bucky pushed himself into the kiss, grabbing onto Steve’s narrow waist, tugging him close. Shoes and clothes were discarded as Steve directed Bucky toward the couch, his desperation to taste Bucky was becoming too much, threatening to consume him from the inside out. Before he could blink, he was on his knees, between Bucky’s thighs, sucking Bucky deep into the back of his throat, the bittersweet pre-cum tasting like heaven on his tongue.
“Fuckin’ hell,” Bucky praised, his voice gritty, his hand in Steve’s hair.
The blood in Steve’s veins surged at the words, and the hairs on the back of his neck prickled. He was all-too-happy to oblige to Bucky’s hand on the back of his head, urging him down further until his nose was buried in Bucky’s chestnut curls.
“Yesssss,” groaned Bucky, his head falling back as Steve’s throat constricted tighter than before.
Bucky had gotten head many times, but nobody really knew what they were doing, and then he met Steve. The talent that lay in Steve’s lips and tongue was unparalleled to anything Bucky’s experienced. It was as if Steve was psychic and knew exactly what Bucky liked.
He spread his legs and pistoned his hips, thoroughly fucking Steve’s mouth, encouraged by the way Steve was furiously pumping his own cock. Bucky hadn’t wanted to cum in Steve’s mouth the first time they fucked, but he couldn’t stop himself. With a low and heavy grunt of Steve’s name, his cock pulsed as he jammed it down Steve’s throat one more time, holding him there until Steve had swallowed every last drop.
With a weary grin, Steve sat back, gasping for air, his thick cock weeping, a blush coloring his skin under the intensity of Bucky’s gaze.
“Look at you,” Bucky purred, sliding off the couch and onto Steve’s thighs. “You’re ready to burst, aren’t you?”
Steve couldn’t bite back the obscene moan as Bucky’s hand took the place of his. “Fuck yes.”
Bucky gripped the back of Steve’s neck, his hand working over Steve’s cock, smearing the fat beads of pre-cum, his lips brushing against Steve’s. “Come on, baby,” he urged, rocking their bodies together. “Show me what you got.”
As their bodies moved together, Steve gripped Bucky’s ass as they kissed, as Bucky’s hand glided along, pushing Steve closer to his release. Steve ripped his mouth away to watch himself get fucked. The breath was tearing in and out of him, mingling intoxicatingly well with Bucky’s.
“Shitshitshit,” Steve panted, his shoulders shuddering, thighs flexing.
If it was possible, Bucky stroked him faster, rocking their bodies harder. “Cum for me, Stevie.”
Steve’s head fell back as he came, bursts of light blinding him, the air in his lungs held hostage, every muscle going taut. Bucky dipped his head down and sucked a dark mark onto Steve’s pulse point, nipping at it in a way that made Steve’s hips jerk and his nails dig into Bucky’s ass.
The two men rolled to the floor, tangled together, and all Steve could think was, Jesus, what a fucking rush.
Summary: With temperatures soaring into the triple digits, it was the hottest Summer on record, and people were taking advantage of the local pool. Steve Rogers, one of the lifeguards, kept a watchful eye on the crowds, ready to dive in at a moment’s notice. Bucky had just moved to Brooklyn, and began visiting the pool on a daily basis, catching the eye of Steve, the man that was built like a god. Will their relationship be anything more than a summer fling? Word Count: 1,883 Warnings for series: Language, m/m sexual content, angst, fluff, hate crimes, possibly more to come. Author’s Note: Inspired by this GIFset by the talented @dailyevanstan GIF credit [x]
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Fuck, it was hot. Like, large beads of sweat running in rivulets down Steve’s sun-kissed skin, and all he was doing was sitting there, in the lifeguard’s chair, a large umbrella doing its best to shield him from the sun’s rays. He desperately wanted to join the crowd and dive into the pool, cool off, if only for a moment. Only problem was he was on the clock, and the last thing he wanted was for someone to drown, even if it meant getting to dive into the crisp blue water.
With a heaving sigh, he readjusted in the tall chair and forced himself to focus. There was a group of five toddlers playing on the splash pad, a slightly larger group of about seven teenage girls that were giggling about something, several senior citizens were moving about the shallow end of the pool, and a herd of elementary school aged children had just been let loose from the minivan across the street. It was going to be one crazy day. Not that Steve minded, not really. It helped keep him focused, kept him from worrying about the heat index and how high the humidity was climbing.
Wanda, another lifeguard, caught his eye and rolled her eyes as she slouched in her chair, pretending to be unconscious. Steve laughed at her display, only looking away when she was ‘conscious’ again. Her brother, Pietro had just clocked in, climbing up to his seat, and blowing out a heavy breath. The consensus was in; it was fucking hot.
Several hours later and dripping wet, Steve stepped down just as the site’s newly appointed manager, Peter Quill, exited his air conditioned office.
“Think fast,” Peter called out, throwing a water bottle at Steve.
Steve caught it easily in his left hand and had the top twisted off a split second later. With four pulls, the bottle was empty and tossed into the recycling bin.
“Thanks, boss,” Steve panted, wiping the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand.
“No problem, man,” he said as he tossed one up to Pietro. “You guys are sweating bullets out here. Gotta keep you hydrated.”
“Yeah, it’s almost a health risk being out here.”
Peter nodded in agreement. “If it were up to me, I’d close it up and send you guys home.”
Steve caught movement as someone stepped out of the men’s locker room. “Ye- yeah, that would be nice.”
The new arrival had a head full of chestnut hair that had been kissed by the sun, streaking caramel throughout the strands. He had this urge to drive his hand through it, grip the strands tight, and angle his head back as they kissed. Then there were the wide shoulders, thick biceps, and a waist that begged to have Steve’s legs wrapped around them.
Steve must have made a noise or something, because Peter was suddenly in his line of sight, wearing a wicked smirk. “See something you like, Rogers?”
“What? I… I mean…-” his voice trailed off as the man dropped the towel that was around his waist.
He was wearing a confident smile as he looked around, his eyes almost instantly finding Steve’s. After shooting Steve a wink, he dove into the water, and goddamn, was it a sight to behold.
“You should go talk to him,” Peter offered, one of his shoulders shrugging.
Steve watched as the man swam the length of the pool, admiring the way his muscles flexed. “Isn’t that against the rules?”
“Who cares, man.”
“I’m on the clock,” he continued to argue weakly. What he really needed was someone to tell him to get his ass back up in the chair, to focus on the task at hand; making sure nobody drowns.
Peter rolled his eyes. “Doesn’t mean you can’t have a little fun,” he muttered before walking away to hand Wanda the last bottle.
Steve stood there for several more minutes, debating with himself about what he should do. When Wanda called out to him, saying she needed a break, his mind had been made up for him.
For Bucky, besides a cold shower, nothing beat the heat like swimming, and as luck would have it, there was an water park several blocks from his apartment. So, after a long day of unpacking, he threw a towel, a pair of dark trunks, and some shampoo into a bag, and headed out.
With the heat constantly climbing, he figured the place would be crowded, and sure, there were quite a few people there, but nothing like he expected. That could have had something do with how late in the afternoon it was. Either way, Bucky was glad he found the place.
As soon as he stepped out of the locker room, he could feel someone watching him. Not to sound too cocky, but it was a feeling Bucky was somewhat used to. Both men and women seemed to appreciate the way Bucky looked, and he was perfectly fine with that. Well, if he was being honest, he wished more men paid attention to him.
He stood there for a moment, the smell of chlorine making him smile happily, his eyes roaming around, almost instantly landing on the sparkling gaze of a man that looked like a god. His blonde hair was shining in the sun, his tanned shoulders were wide enough that Bucky had no doubt the man had to turn to the side whenever he walked through a doorway. Then there was his chest and stomach, the well-defined muscles twitching in a tantalizing way, but that wasn’t what made Bucky’s mouth water. The man’s shoulder-to-waist ratio was insane.
If Bucky hadn’t needed to cool off before, he definitely needed to do now. He couldn’t help but wink at the man whose name he didn’t know, but damn it, he’d find out later. Bucky dove into the water, internally sighing as the cool water enveloped him. He stayed busy, swimming the length of the pool a handful of times before finally emerging, gasping at the humid air.
In the deep end, with his arms on the ledge, he gazed around, searching for a sign of the mystery man. It only took a couple of moments before Bucky found him, sitting in a tall chair, the whistle between his lips, scolding a group of teenage girls that had pushed a heavier set girl off the edge. That girl was now hanging onto the ledge and crying.
God, he wanted to go over there and show those real life Mean Girls a thing or two, but the slim redhead that was seated across the pool was already on it. Bucky snorted in amusement as the woman’s eyes narrowed and the girls cowered.
The very same group of teenage girls that had been giggling mere minutes ago had just pushed someone into the pool, and now, they were laughing about it, calling the other girl cruel names. Steve was seething as he blew the whistle.
What is wrong with people?
“You think that’s okay to do?” he hollered as he descended his seat. He rushed over to the ledge the girl was clinging to and helped her out.
Wanda climbed out of her seat and stormed over, rage in her eyes. “Why would you do that?”
“I don’t know,” one of the girls said.
“It was fun,” the obvious ringleader declared. If she thought Wanda was going to back down, she was sorely mistaken.
“How would you like it if someone did that to you?” she demanded to know, but didn’t wait for an answer. “Better yet, how would you like to get banned from this place for the rest of the summer?”
The one girl rolled her eyes. “You don’t have the authority to do -”
“You think you’re the shit because a handful of people at your school are afraid of you? Let me tell you something, sweetheart, in the real world, you’re nothing special,” Wanda snickered.
Steve had gotten the girl, Sarah, calmed down, and she was now sitting by her parents. He jogged over to Wanda, glaring at the small group of girls. After seeing him arrive, they started smiling, as if whatever Wanda had just said would be forgotten if they flirted with him.
“Don’t even bother,” he scoffed, rolling his eyes. “You ladies are done here. Get your things and get out.”
“You can’t do -”
“They sure as hell can,” announced Peter, a look of disgust on his face.
One of the girls rolled their eyes and made a demand. “I want to speak to your manager.”
“Oh, that’s how you want to play it. Okay, okay, I get it.” Peter turned around ran a hand through his hair and cleared his throat before facing the group once more.
“How can I be of assistance?” he asked with a cocky grin.
“Let’s go, Brit,” a girl to the right said meekly.
With her eyes narrowing behind her large-framed sunglasses, Brit scoffed. “This isn’t over.”
“Oh, but it is,” Peter shot back. “Do you need help gathering your things?”
Steve could hear her teeth gnashing together as the muscle in her jaw flexed. “I got it.”
Wanda waited until the group of girls were escorted into Peter’s office before saying anything. “Bitches be crazy.”
Steve laughed heartily at that, his head thrown back, his hand on Wanda’s almost fragile looking shoulder. “They sure are, Wan.”
“Speaking of crazy bitches…” It was their idea of an inside joke, that Steve, ‘I’m bisexual, but I like men more,’ Rogers hadn’t had a girlfriend since high school because they were all crazy ass bitches.
Steve followed her line of sight, where a certain brunette was pulling himself out of the pool.
“You should go say hi,” she finished, her voice light and teasing.
“That’s two votes,” he murmured. “You got this, then?”
Wanda gave him a wink, and he knew that if they weren’t working, she’d give him a playful smack on the ass. “Go get yourself a man, Steve.”
Steve held his breath as he moved across the water park. He was just about to say something when the man before him turned around, his azure eyes sparkling in the light.
“Hi,” he breathed, his voice washing over Steve like velvet, smooth and rich.
“Hi,” Steve managed to say, hoping his hammering heart couldn’t be heard. “I haven’t seen you around before.”
Really, Steve? You couldn’t come up with anything better?
“I just moved into town,” he explained. “Finally got everything unpacked and felt like cooling off a bit.”
“I was born and raised here. So, if you need help finding the best burger in town, I’m your guy.”
The smirk pulled at his lips. “I’m going to take you up on that.”
“Yeah?” Steve coughed out. “When were you looking to go out?”
“Is tonight too soon?” he asked, his eyes flashing.
“Hell no. I mean, I should probably get your name first,” Steve said with a wink, his hand held out.
Rolling his eyes in annoyance at himself, he slid his hand into Steve’s. “I’m Bucky.”
“I’m Steve,” he purred. “You want me to put my number in your phone?”
“It’s in my locker.”
Unable to keep from smiling, Steve gestured his hand towards the door. “Lead the way.”
Characters: Steve Rogers x Female Reader x Bucky Barnes
Word Count: 1267
Warnings: polyamorous relationship, explicit language, explicit sexual content, upset Bucky,
Author’s Notes: This part is based on two different requests that I combined into one: 1) I have an idea for the “two for one” series where Steve and Bucky go through a really fluffy and sweet aftercare routine with reader after things get aggressively steamy (yanno bc they’re these big, beefy super soldiers and y/n is only human. Sex is bound to take quite a toll on her). Maybe Bucky notices a bruise on her hip from his metal arm and freaks out a little with shame and concern but reader reassures him it’s ok AND 2) the reader gets hurt during sex and the guys freak out and try to make it better? maybe she has bruises or something?
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Summary: After years of struggling to overcome his seemingly endless list of addictions, Steve Rogers has been clean & sober for one year. In an effort to remain clean, to prove to himself that he can overcome his demons, he takes on the responsibility of becoming a sponsor. It’s wrong for a sponsor to feel a personal attachment to the ones they are sponsoring, but apparently Steve didn’t get that memo. Bucky Barnes’ downfall was cocaine, he couldn’t keep his nose clean if his life depended on it. After overdosing for the third time, a judge ordered him to ‘get clean, or go to jail.’ Narcotics Anonymous wasn’t really Bucky’s thing, that was until he saw the blonde haired, blue eyed God that was going to be his sponsor. Will Steve be able to separate his feelings from the addiction? Can Bucky overcome his primal urges and keep things professional? Word Count: 1,536 Warnings for series: Illicit & casual drug use, explicit language, alcohol abuse, explicit sexual language, male receiving anal sex, male receiving oral sex, explicit sexual content, heavy angst, masturbation, possibly more to come Author’s Note: This is going to be strictly a Stucky fic. There will be no reader involved. I wouldn’t be writing this without the unwavering support of @captain-rogers-beard & @climbthatmooselikeatree I love you. GIF Credit.
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Going into the next meeting, Steve was a bundle of nerves. He hadn’t been able to stop thinking about Bucky, and it was becoming problematic. He could hardly concentrate at work, on the football game, on simple conversations; Steve wanted Bucky all of the time. He wanted to run his fingers through Bucky’s hair, to straddle his thick thighs, to feel Bucky’s cock pulse –
“Hey, man,” Clint called out, brows furrowed. “You alright?”
Clearing his throat, Steve adjusted the way he was standing. “Yeah, brother,” he lied. “All good.”
Clint didn’t believe him, but he didn’t push the matter. Not yet, at least. Between the pair of them, Clint had been sober the longest, and he knew when his friend had started a new addiction. He knew the signs all too well, and Steve looked strung the hell out, but Clint knew that if he stepped in too soon, he could push Steve further.
Steve ran a hand through his hair before announcing the start of the meeting. “Welcome to Narcotics Anonymous,” he droned on, doing his best to keep his eyes from meeting Bucky’s. He stammered his way through how his week had gone, completely omitting the part where he wanted to fuck Bucky’s brains out, that he had made himself cum until he almost blacked out. By the time he stepped down, a cold sweat had broken out over the back of his neck and forehead.
Wanda was the first to take a stand behind the microphone, but Steve wasn’t listening, he couldn’t hear a thing, not over the roar of his own heart.
With his back pressed to the wall, Steve sucked down several glasses of water in a futile attempt to rid his mouth and throat of the cotton-like texture and taste that had been there the past forty-eight hours. Steve was grinding his teeth, shifting from one foot to the other, trying to keep from looking at Bucky, but with each second that passed, Steve had a harder time resisting the urge.
When his neck started aching, the muscles protesting loudly at being kept still for too long, Steve groaned heavily and gave the tight muscles a squeeze. He felt people’s eyes on him, their curiosity piqued, their worry heavy on their brows, but Steve managed to ignore them, barely. It wasn’t until he heard Bucky’s voice that Steve’s eyes flew open.
“I don’t remember all of it, but this week was a tough one,” he started, tucking some hair behind his ear. “The withdrawal was really bad this time, and I know that if I hadn’t snagged someone to be my sponsor, I wouldn’t be here. Steve came to my apartment and stayed there until I was able to crawl out of bed on my own two feet. Hell, he even cleaned up the joint.”
Chuckles worked their way through the room, but the only one that Steve could focus on was Bucky. The man was chewing on his bottom lip and started blushing, and fuck, did it send a surge of lust through Steve.
“I just wanted to get up here and say thanks, man,” Bucky murmured, ducking his head, smirking playfully.
Steve watched Bucky like a hawk as he strolled through the room, a cocky swagger on his hips, thumbs hooked into the loops on his jeans. It wasn’t until the man sat down that Steve pulled in a breath, deep and ragged.
“Alright,” he announced loudly from the back of the room, still leaning against the wall. “Thanks for sharing your hardships and successes tonight. We’ve all got a long road ahead of us, but if we stick together, we’ll uh… we’ll make it uh… to uh….”
Bucky had turned around and was looking at him, his dark eyes boring a hole through Steve, making it hard to focus on the words he was supposed to be saying.
“We’ll make it through,” Clint announced loudly, a fake smile on his lips. “God be with you.” After that, the room started to fill with friendly chatter.
Steve couldn’t stay there, in the same room as Bucky, for much longer. His jeans were too tight, his blood was pumping too fast, and his heart was fluttering painfully against his chest. Jesus… it was like being high all over again. Before he could tuck tail and run, Clint was in front of him.
“Hey,” he asked gently. “You don’t look so hot. Is there something I should know?”
“What do you… are you talking about?” Steve stammered, the knot in his throat becoming bigger.
Bucky was at the table, pouring himself a cup of shitty coffee, fifteen feet from the men. Steve could smell the spicy cologne that streaked down Bucky’s neck, the pack of Marlboro Reds tucked inside the leather jacket, the peppermint gum he had been chewing from the moment he walked in the door… he smelled good enough to fuck.
“Are you using again, man?“ The question took Steve by surprise.
His eyes went wide and he took a step back. “Wow,” he breathed. “You may as well have asked me to piss in a fuckin’ cup, man.”
“I didn’t say -”
“You didn’t fuckin’ have to,” Steve snarled angrily.
Clint arched a brow as he looked up at his friend. “Hold on one good goddamn minute, Steve. You’re my friend and I’m worried about you.”
“I’m fine.” Steve stepped around Clint, their shoulders smashing together in a way that made Clint wince.
Steve stormed out of the building, down the stairs, around the block, and disappeared down a dark alley. Every inch of him was thrumming; anger, lust, frustration, desire, resentment, all of it was getting to be too much. He wanted to punch something and fuck someone, preferably at the same time.
“Hey, man,” someone called out from the mouth of the alley.
There was no pretending he didn’t know the voice. “Heya, Buck,” Steve said, tugging out a cigarette and lighter to keep from punching the brick wall.
Bucky strode through the shadows, his eyes never leaving Steve’s. “Got a little intense back there. You all good?”
Steve’s hand was shaking too bad, he couldn’t get his lighter to catch. “I will be,” he ground out through his teeth.
“Here, lemme help,” Bucky purred. He covered Steve’s hand with his own as he worked his thumb over the ignitor.
Steve watched as the flame ate at the end of his cigarette before pulling in a deep breath. His eyes flicked up to Bucky’s and it made the smoke catch in his throat. “Thanks,” he rasped.
“So,” Bucky pushed. “Do I need to be worried?”
“Worried?” Steve choked, his eyes wide. “Worried about what?”
Bucky chuckled as he reached for the cigarette between Steve’s fingers. “You’re my sponsor. If you’re off the wagon…” his voice tapered off as he pulled in a lazy drag.
“No,” Steve argued. “No, there’s nothing to worry about. I’m not in danger of falling off the wagon.”
Screwing your brains out, maybe.
After pulling in another drag, Bucky handed Steve the cigarette. “If you say so, Steve.” His voice was thick and low, sounding very much like the other day when he was jerking off in the shower.
Fuck.
The last of Steve’s resolve dissolved like sand in the water. He flicked the cigarette to the ground and stepped into Bucky’s airspace, two sets of stormy eyes searching the other, tongues darting out to dampen a bottom lip. With each step Bucky took back, Steve took a bigger one, and by the time Bucky’s back was against the wall, their chests were pressed together and their mouths were a whisper apart.
“What the…” Bucky rasped.
Neither of them moved for a minute, they just stood there, their hearts hammering, their breath mingling, their chests heaving.
“Tell me to stop,” Steve implored, nose brushing against Bucky’s, using a finger to tuck a lock of chestnut hair behind Bucky’s ear.
Bucky was shaking his head, pushing his cheek into Steve’s palm. “I won’t.”
“I’m your sponsor,” he argued weakly.
“I don’t care.” Bucky’s hands were on Steve’s waist, fingers squeezing.
Double fuck.
Sucking in a ragged breath, Steve crashed his lips into Bucky’s, kissing the man feverishly. The sounds that Bucky was making in the back of his throat when their tongues tangled were dark and sinful, sending electric pulses of arousal along Steve’s spine. With Bucky’s hands on Steve’s ass, Steve’s hips rocked into Bucky’s, trapping him against the wall. Steve’s hands itched to rip the clothes from Bucky’s body, to feel the heavy weight of his pulsing cock, and judging by the way Bucky was fumbling with Steve’s jeans, he knew Bucky felt the same way.
Bucky’s fingers had just crept into the waistband of Steve’s boxer briefs when there was a squealing sound at the mouth of the alley. Steve all but jumped back, sucking the cool air into his oxygen-deprived lungs. Once he realized what the sound was – a homeless person pushing a dilapidated shopping cart – he looked at Bucky and felt his heart sink.
“I uh… I should go,” Steve blurted out, regretting the words the moment they were out. He quickly adjusted his clothing and strode away.
Title: Three Strikes & You’re Out (Part 6): Homerun
Author: Mimi @captain-rogers-beard
Summary: Steve Rogers was the league leading home run hitter, a Golden Glove shortstop, and team captain, all of which made him very comfortable with his position on the Yankees. Until James “Bucky” Barnes was called up from the minors to take over for their injured center fielder. Now Steve isn’t so sure where he stands anymore, both professionally and personally. Who knew some young, cocky, annoying kid from Brooklyn would turn Steve’s life upside down?
Part 6: Bucky realizes that his new position with the Yankees is forcing him to keep secrets and he doesn’t like it. Steve goes to Bucky’s new apartment for dinner.
The Players: Eventual Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes (Stucky), Thor Odinson, Pietro Maximoff, Tony Stark, Clint Barton, Jarvis, Bruce Banner, Brock Rumlow, Sam Wilson, Peter Quill, Helmut Zemo, Gamora, Nebula
Word Count: 2853
Warnings: Explicit language, explicit sexual content, m/m sex, m/m anal sex, smut, STUCKY SEX (please don’t yell at me if you weren’t expecting it)
Author’s Notes: For the purposes of this fic, Bucky is a few years younger than Steve. If you do not want to be tagged in my Stucky fics, please send me an ask or a message and I will make sure you aren’t tagged in any Stucky. Thank you to my lovely besties for your undying love and support.
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Summary: Steve Rogers was the league leading home run hitter, a Golden Glove shortstop, and team captain, all of which made him very comfortable with his position on the Yankees. Until James “Bucky” Barnes was called up from the minors to take over for their injured center fielder. Now Steve isn’t so sure where he stands anymore, both professionally and personally. Who knew some young, cocky, annoying kid from Brooklyn would turn Steve’s life upside down?
The Players: Eventual Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes (Stucky), Thor Odinson, Pietro Maximoff, Tony Stark, Clint Barton, Jarvis, Bruce Banner, Brock Rumlow, Sam Wilson, Peter Quill, Helmut Zemo, Natasha Romanoff (mentioned)
Word Count: 1879
Warnings: explicit language, almost smut, lots of m/m kissing,
Author’s Notes: For the purposes of this fic, Bucky is a few years younger than Steve. As always, if you do NOT want to be tagged in my Stucky fics, shoot me a message or an ask and I’ll remove you. Thank you @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan for helping me and encouraging me, and for just being you.
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Summary: After years of struggling to overcome his seemingly endless list of addictions, Steve Rogers has been clean & sober for one year. In an effort to remain clean, to prove to himself that he can overcome his demons, he takes on the responsibility of becoming a sponsor. It’s wrong for a sponsor to feel a personal attachment to the ones they are sponsoring, but apparently Steve didn’t get that memo. Bucky Barnes’ downfall was cocaine, he couldn’t keep his nose clean if his life depended on it. After overdosing for the third time, a judge ordered him to ‘get clean, or go to jail.’ Narcotics Anonymous wasn’t really Bucky’s thing, that was until he saw the blonde haired, blue eyed God that was going to be his sponsor. Will Steve be able to separate his feelings from the addiction? Can Bucky overcome his primal urges and keep things professional? Word Count: 1,851 Warnings for series: Illicit & casual drug use, explicit language, alcohol abuse, explicit sexual language, male receiving anal sex, male receiving oral sex, explicit sexual content, heavy angst, masturbation, possibly more to come Author’s Note: This is going to be strictly a Stucky fic. There will be no reader involved. I wouldn’t be writing this without the unwavering support of @captain-rogers-beard & @climbthatmooselikeatree I love you.
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God, it was stifling. Bucky felt like he was trapped in an oven, wrapped in tinfoil, bathed in grease, and he couldn’t draw in enough oxygen. He kicked off the heavy blankets that were sodden with his sweat, and gave a heavy moan of appreciation when cool air blasted against his skin. He wasn’t sure how long he stayed there, trying to sort through his jumbled memories of what happened, and what he dreamed had happened.
The last thing he really remembered was calling… someone. Steve, maybe? After all, he was his acting sponsor. After that, it was a blur, he didn’t even remember getting into bed, let alone covering himself in what felt like a hundred blankets.
Wiping the sweat from his face, he rolled over and pushed up from the bed, groaning when the sheets stuck to his ass. He trudged into the bathroom, brushed his teeth thoroughly since it felt like he licked the bottom of a well-used ashtray. After gargling with mouthwash, he turned on the shower, as hot as he could stand, and stepped under the stream of water.
It was after he had washed his hair, the suds sliding down his naked body, swirling around his feet, that the image of Steve’s perfectly plump pink lips wrapping around his cock burst through his mind. He gasped loudly, his cock twitching against his thigh, begging to be gripped tight, and stroked. Turning around, he hunched his shoulders, slapped a hand against the wall, and tried to get the image out of his head.
Not that he tried very hard, the blood in his veins was surging, lust sparking over every inch of his skin. He couldn’t fight it any longer. Snarling, he wrapped a hand around throbbing cock and let his mind go where it may.
Steve was on his knees, his hands digging into Bucky’s thighs, Bucky’s cock driving in and out of Steve’s mouth, choking him, cutting off his air supply, and what a fucking sight it was.
“That’s it,” Bucky ground out. “Take it all.” He buried his hands in Steve’s hair, watching his sponsor’s eyes roll back, drool dripping off his chin, grunts caught in the back of his throat. When Steve swallowed around Bucky’s cock, he could feel the familiar tightening in his gut.
Bucky was furiously fucking his fist, eyes screwed shut, his orgasm ramming into him like a freight train. With Steve’s name bursting out of him, he came hard, pulsing and twitching in his grip, spilling his cum into the drain. He stood there as his cock softened, breath tearing in and out of him, his heart racing, his mind grappling with what had just transpired.
He shouldn’t be feeling this way about Steve, the man was his sponsor, not some guy he met at a bar. Their relationship was supposed to be professional, or some shit like that. It wasn’t until the water ran cold that he turned it off and stepped out, grabbing a towel and drying himself off.
He wasn’t sure how long Bucky might sleep, so when Steve came in from smoking, he was quiet, shutting the door gently, keeping his footfalls light as he turned around. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the pitch, but when they did, he found the bed empty, and could hear the shower running.
That’s a good sign.
Steve moved to strip the bed, but then he heard something, something he knew the sound of all too well; a guttural grunt and the swipe of flesh on flesh. Bucky was jerking off, and it sent a thrill down Steve’s spine.
Before he knew what was happening, he found himself standing to the side of the open bathroom door. The sounds coming from the shower were downright sinful. His cock was throbbing painfully at the mental image of Bucky, his cock down Steve’s throat, choking him.
It didn’t feel right, nor did it feel wrong, listening in, palming his hard cock through his jeans. He was Bucky’s sponsor, he definitely wasn’t supposed to be unbuttoning his jeans to release some of the pressure. But, as soon as he did that, a fat bead of pre-cum oozed out. With his head against the wall, Steve slid his hand into his tight boxer briefs and swept it away, fully intending to remove his hand and go about cleaning up. The addict inside of him should have known better.
Steve hissed at the contact against the sensitive skin, and his cock, Jesus, he was so fucking hard it hurt. His hips surged forward as he gripped himself, giving into his carnal need to touch himself with Bucky’s grunts and groans fueling his darkest fantasy. To keep quiet, Steve gnawed on his bottom lip, the blood pounding in his ears, his cock sliding easily in his grip, and he was just about to cum when he heard Bucky grunt his name.
Wait, what? Steve stilled, his mind racing, his heart hammering, his chest aching. Had Bucky really said Steve’s name just then? Swallowing greedily at the thick air around him, Steve shook his head and tucked himself away. He was still rock solid and wanted nothing more than to jerk off to the sinful way his name sounded on Bucky’s lips, but a moment later, the water turned off. He darted over to the bed and started stripping the sheets, lifting his head and finding it difficult to keep from openly staring as Bucky stepped out of the bathroom.
“Oh, hey,” Bucky rasped, surprise flashing in his eyes. Good thing I didn’t come out stark naked.
Steve’s heart skipped a beat at the sight of Bucky, towel slung low around his hips, wet hair framing his face, drops of water on his broad shoulders, cascading down his chest and stomach. He had to swallow several times before he could say anything.
“Hiya, Buck. Good to see you up and around.”
“Sure as hell feels good.” He grabbed a shirt from his dresser and yanked it on before asking, “Have you been here the whole time?”
Standing tall, Steve shifted his hips, hoping to hide the fact that his cock was hard as a rock. “Mostly, yeah. Do you uh, do you remember calling me?”
With his brows close together, Bucky shook his head, sending drops of water to the floor. “I mean, not really.”
“You sounded like hell, man,” Steve admitted, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck, trying to keep his eyes from dropping to Bucky’s hips where the towel had loosened slightly. “Came over as fast as I could, got you into bed, and hung around.”
Bucky smirked in a way that made his eyes twinkle. “Did you… clean?”
“I got bored,” Steve answered, hoping the arousal in his voice wasn’t too thick.
Bucky smirked at the sight of Steve blushing, at the way he averted his gaze, the way he shifted on his feet. There was quite the bulge in Steve’s pants that Bucky caught sight of, and goddamn, if it didn’t make his mouth water.
“Thanks, Stevie,” Bucky said, his voice gritty.
The nickname made Steve smile and sent the blush further up his neck. “Part of my job as your sponsor.”
Ah, there it was, the one damn word that kept Bucky from striding over to Steve, pushing him against the wall, and kissing him. Whether Steve was straight, gay, or bisexual, Bucky had no idea, but at that point, he didn’t really fucking care.
“You uh, want to hang for a bit?” Bucky asked, stepping around the edge of the bed, the distance between the two men growing smaller, filling the air with pheromones. “I can order some pizza, show you my gratitude for all you did.”
Steve almost let out a groan at Bucky’s proposal. Now that he knew Bucky thought about him while he jerked off, he wanted to say yes, to know just how appreciative Bucky was. But, there was somehow a part of his brain that wasn’t drowning in the way Bucky’s eyes raked over Steve, in how gravelly Bucky’s voice was, in the way Steve could see Bucky’s cock bulging against the towel, and it quickly decided that Steve needed to leave
“I can’t, Bucky. I have to go,” he lied expertly, darting across the room to grab his phone and jacket. “I’ll see you at the meeting tomorrow, right?”
Fuck, he’s cute when he’s flustered.
“I’ll be there,” Bucky promised, giving Steve a playful smile as his sponsor ducked out.
Steve couldn’t get back to his shitty apartment soon enough. It didn’t take him long, twenty minutes, but every minute drug by, reminding Steve that his cock was pulsing, that he couldn’t undo his jeans in the back of the cab.
He tried thinking about baseball, football, even tried singing his favorite song, but nothing worked. God, he was so hard it fucking hurt. He needed to get home, and fast. Otherwise, he was going to start jerking off. The only thing that took the edge off just enough was the fact that if he did do that, he’d get arrested. Again. And, he most definitely did not want to add committing a lewd act to his already mile-long arrest record.
By the time the cab dropped him off, he felt as if he were going to explode. He threw some bills at the driver and bolted inside, took the steps three at a time and dropped his keys twice before he was finally inside. With his back against the door he just slammed, he ripped open the front of his jeans with a snarl. Spitting into his hand with one hand, Steve yanked the top of his boxer briefs down, gripped his cock, and closed his eyes.
It was Bucky’s turn to be on his knees, mouth open wide, tongue splayed between his full lips, a desperate and carnal need shining in his eyes. Steve had a hand in Bucky’s hair when he shoved his cock between Bucky’s lips.
The man on his knees fucking growled at the contact. Hallowing his cheeks, he scraped his teeth along Steve’s shaft with every bob of his head, swirling his tongue hypnotically around the head, flicking it into the slit.
Steve’s hips snapped forward as he fucked Bucky’s mouth, the wet choking sounds, the bite of Bucky’s fingers in his ass and thighs, the fact that he had no gag reflex; all of it made Steve’s balls draw up tight.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Steve grunted, low and heavy. He had never reached orgasm so fast before, not even when he was young and fucking high as a goddamn kite. He choked on Bucky’s name as he came, his hips stuttering, his cock swelling and pulsing.
He slammed his head into the door as he gasped for air, his cock growing soft, his cum on his hands and the front of his jeans. Something about Bucky got his blood surging like no one before, and he never wanted the feeling to go away.
Summary: Steve Rogers was the league leading home run hitter, a Golden Glove shortstop, and team captain, all of which made him very comfortable with his position on the Yankees. Until James “Bucky” Barnes was called up from the minors to take over for their injured center fielder. Now Steve isn’t so sure where he stands anymore, both professionally and personally. Who knew some young, cocky, annoying kid from Brooklyn would turn Steve’s life upside down?
The Players: Eventual Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes (Stucky), Thor Odinson, Pietro Maximoff, Tony Stark, Clint Barton, Jarvis, Bruce Banner, Brock Rumlow, Sam Wilson, Peter Quill, Helmut Zemo, Timothy “Dum Dum” Dugan, Peter Parker
Word Count: 2971
Warnings: explicit language, angst, m/m kissing
Author’s Notes: For the purposes of this fic, Bucky is a few years younger than Steve. Baseball notes: the leadoff hitter is the hitter who bats first in the lineup. The cleanup hitter is the hitter who bats forth in the lineup. They are the ones with the most power on the team and they have the important job of “cleaning up” the bases (getting the runners on base in). Thank you @climbthatmooselikeatree and @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan for everything.
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Characters: Steve Rogers x Female Reader x Bucky Barnes
Word Count: 1883
Warnings: Everybody being silly, fluff, language,
Author’s Notes: Based on this request: I have been listening to the 90s on my satellite radio, cause reasons, and I heard “That Boy is Mine” by Brandy and Monica, so of course I got an idea. Can I have a fic where Bucky and Reader are having a full on competition for Steve’s attention? At first, Steve is completely oblivious, but then he figures it out. Thank you @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan for helping me when this was crap!
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Steve had been busy, really busy, for almost a week. Neither you nor Bucky had been able to pull him away from work, instead he’d made excuse after excuse, telling both of you to spend some time together without him, because he’d be busy working, something about wading through the last thirty years of HYDRA and S.H.I.E.L.D. paperwork looking for any anomalies, looking for something that would help tear the entire HYDRA operation apart.
It was late, almost midnight, and you were in Bucky’s room, the two of you curled around each other, Bucky’s lips lazily drifting along the line of your jaw, fingers intertwined. You’d just turned off the TV, after spending yet another night without Steve.
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