𝙄 𝙆𝙀𝙀𝙋 𝙁𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏𝙄𝙉𝙂.

ᡕᠵデᡁ᠊╾━ ​ ┈⌯⁍𖦏 ❝ 「 Can I have your autograph? 」 ❞ He's surprised. Miffed. He'd only been expanding since arriving on the scene. Blowing up competing shipments. Bringing in mountains of guns and drugs into Gotham and New York. Yet he thought he wouldn't be a big enough player on the scene for a few years to warrant such attention. But thee Steve Rogers? The star spangled man? Hood was tickled, truly flattered.

He unloaded an entire Uzi magazine in the hero's direction.

the muzzle flash lit up the street in rapid succession, bullets screaming toward him in a solid wall of steel that hammered against the vibranium shield with enough force to send bright showers of sparks skipping across the pavement. steve barely slowed; he'd spent too many years charging into worse odds than this to be impressed by someone holding the trigger down. each step was calm, fluid, closing the distance while empty casings bounced around red hood's boots, the noise finally dying away as the magazine ran dry.

steve tipped his head just enough to peek around the edge of the shield, one brow lifting.

"that's an interesting way to ask."

his gaze went toward the smoking weapon before returning to the helmet.

"most people hand me a pen."

with one quick motion, he hurled the shield low instead of high, sending it skimming across the pavement toward jason's legs. the shield eventually caromed off a concrete support and whipped back toward steve as he kept advancing, completely unfazed.

At first, Bucky is met with silence. That silence kills him, because he doesn’t know what Steve is thinking in this moment. Normally, Bucky can read him like a book, but right now he doesn’t know what to expect, especially not with his mind spinning the way it is with thoughts of being discarded and tossed to the side like some broken toy that outlived its use. 

Steve wouldn’t do that to him. Would he? He wishes he could say he knew for sure that Steve wouldn’t just leave him here, but he isn’t speaking, and Bucky is left with no choice but to attempt to prepare himself for the sting of brutal rejection. 

Except it never comes. Instead, Steve’s hips snap forward forcefully, making his entire body rock back with the force of it, his fingers gripping to Steve tighter, nails digging in hard enough that Bucky is certain he’s split the skin of Steve’s shoulder. 

His body reacts instantly to that thrust, lips parting in a gasping moan as his body trembles against Steve. Thigh muscles tensing as he yanks, trying to pull Steve closer to him with strong thighs, as if the man can even get any closer.  

He’s afraid to let go. If he lets go, what if this all ends?  

Stop. Just stop thinkin', Buck. Look at me. 

Of course, he should have known his best friend would know his mind is spinning now, a constant spiral of thoughts, self doubts, and frustrations. He releases a shaky shuddering breath before his eyes open to lock onto Steve’s as instructed, and in mere moments lips are on his again. 

And it’s like none of those stupid thoughts matter anymore when Steve’s lips are on his like this, making Bucky melt against Steve. Tongue brushing against tongue, muffled moans and whimpers escaping into Steve’s mouth as he rocks against Steve, trying to match every thrust with a roll of his hips, but it just becomes pathetic and messy with the way Steve starts thrusting harder and faster. 

The pleasure coils in the pit of his stomach, every harsh thrust to his prostate is driving him insane enough that he finds himself squirming on Steve’s cock, a series of gasps and moans that just won’t quit keep his mouth slack open.  

He looks like a fucking mess, he’s sure, and he can feel the drool dripping down his chin. He doesn’t bother trying to wipe it away, because he can’t bare to let go of Steve. Instead, he’s clinging to him like he’s his lifeline, fingernails dragging down shoulder and back, he doesn’t feel bad about the way it creates gashes on Steve’s back. It’ll heal and he wants Steve to be marked up, too, if only for a little while.  

The pleasure coils tighter and tighter, like a pressure in the pit of his stomach that threatens to consume him entirely. He wants – needs – to cum. He needs it so bad that it hurts, leaving Bucky to release a series of whimpers. If he could talk, he may have uttered a ’please’, but he doesn’t trust his voice. 

Besides, it doesn’t matter, Steve seems to know exactly what he needs. It amazes him that even now, Steve knows everything about him. He knows just the right ways to play his body like an instrument made for Steve, he knows when he’s getting close. 

His chest rises and falls with every panting gasping breath he takes, his moans constant, growing in volume the more Steve fucks into him. Even as he slows down, the moans do not wane. 

It’s as if on command alone that Bucky finally lets go, the orgasm hits him fast and hard, at the same time that Steve’s does. His back arches off the bed as much as it can with Steve pinning him down, hips sloppily rocking to push himself against Steve’s cock, still chasing the orgasm like an eager little slut as his head tilts back and his eyes squeeze shut. It takes every bit of restraint, as little as he has left, not to scream out his pleasure. Maybe he would have, if he wasn’t so self conscious about being heard now thanks to Yelena.  

His trembling thighs lock tighter around Steve’s waist, the white hot pleasure skyrocketing throughout his body with enough force that it has his toes curling and earns cries of sheer pleasure from Bucky's mouth. 

“Fuck. Steve. Steve. Steve.” Steve’s name is breathed like some kind of prayer on his lips, like his name is something to be worshipped, said over and over in the throes of passion. 

He had thought he felt stuffed full before but now, with Steve’s hot cum gushing inside of him, he feels even more full. He relishes in the feeling of Steve filling him up, of the way cum flows from his ass, down his thighs, onto the bed. 

He’s covered in Steve’s cum, and his own. His own cum streaked across both of their torsos. 

He finds he doesn’t mind how messy it is. On the contrary, he wants to be covered in Steve’s cum. It feels like a mark of ownership, in a way, and he wants Steve to own him. Has he made himself clear now? Has he made it known yet that he belongs to Steve completely? He always has, even back when it was illegal and they would have been crucified for it. 

He almost laughs when he feels the twitch of Steve’s cock inside of him. He’s breathless, scrambling to gain control of his breathing, or he might have laughed. 

God, he’s insatiable. Not that Bucky minds. 

His entire body is still trembling as he tries to come down from the high of the orgasm, shuddering against Steve and the cool sheets underneath him sticking to sweaty skin, his grip on Steve has loosened, no longer clinging to him so harshly, his grip more gentle instead of a firm bruising type of grip. 

Steve looks down at him, their eyes lock, and Bucky feels like the breath is knocked out of him yet again at the concern that is displaced there among the heated desire. He’s worried...? He watches as Steve drops his face to press it against his chest, removing a hand from Steve’s shoulder so that he may instead thread his fingers through Steve’s sweat soaked hair. He’s not sure what he’s doing, maybe it’s an attempt to comfort, Steve seemed worried.  

“No. Not any more than I wanted to be.” He tightens his fingers into Steve’s hair to tug gently, to make him lift his head, and when he does Bucky captures Steve’s lips with his own. Less lust and more passion and desperation, as if screaming with his lips alone – See? I want this. I want you, I’m willingly yours. It’s not wrong. 

Maybe it would be wrong to those around them, if they knew the way Steve has treated him, the way Steve has talked to him during this, calling him names but fuck those people. What do they know? Bucky wants this, this total domination and control, he needs it. He’s desperate for it. It’s the only thing that feels right in a world and time where everything else feels so uncertain to Bucky. 

does bucky have... feelings for him? doesn't that make this a bit more messed up on steve's part? no-- there's no way. what if it's just feeling grateful for all that steve's done for him? bucky misplacing gratitude for affection, letting steve do whatever to him because he was still mentally and emotionally reeling from hydra's torture? that's right-- steve can't be stupid about this, maybe bucky really just wants some company and easy sex that a certain best friend won't complicate. can steve play that part of the dominant who comes when they're both needy and goes when it's time to go? maybe-- maybe he can't-- but who else is going to be steve's submissive? a slutty little bottom who'll let steve use his holes and fill them with cum when he needs a release? there weren't many that steve could call upon for that sort of thing, and truth be told, feelings always got involved-- but steve didn't want a vanilla relationship. it took him some time to admit it, but can't... function in that role, no matter how pristine his image. he knows that he can love, he's not a fucking robot soldier who only knows of war, but the relationships he crave aren't always pure. thus far, bucky has proven to be the only one who can take his cock and please him in all the filthy ways steve needs, and selfishly enough, steve knows he's gonna keep coming back for that reason.

he can't stop this.

long digits in his hair rear his head back slightly, and then bucky's kissing him, and with a low-toned grunt, steve angles his head to add pressure to the kiss. his mind goes spinning again. he finally gets to kiss bucky-- they're actually doing this, and it makes a smile spread across his mouth as they're kissing. bucky kisses him like he has something to prove-- affection, desire, and steve kisses like a man who's just unbearably pleased, rolling his tongue into bucky's mouth, lapping at bucky's own tongue, then his bottom lip. this is another thing he'll never get enough of, tasting his best friend. ...he's certain that bucky has tasted so many others before him, but like in most areas, this is one more thing that steve has managed to catch up on and then inevitably blow him out of the water with. never thought he'd be showing this side of himself to buck, though.

his hands go down to stroke at the sides of bucky's thighs, and when the kiss ends, his face goes right down to bucky's chest again, spreading kisses there, tonguing at his nipples, and then sucking on one. his cock is still inside that pert ass, keeping bucky sufficiently plugged up with his hot seed. feels beyond nice, and steve scrapes his teeth on bucky's pebbled nipple before expelling a breath. "you interested in showering?" he questions with a silken smirk that looks absolutely dazzling with his flushed features and streaks of blond hair in his gorgeous blue eyes. yes, he plans on cornering bucky in the shower, too-- but after what just happened, he's not certain bucky's still in the mood for any of this. although, steve plans on being rather... persuasive. maybe, to give bucky some time to recover, he'll go out later and catch up to yelena and sam... but there's just one problem.

as he lifts up, twisting his hips slightly, he can feel himself getting painfully erect again. it's an issue because now his cock is oversensitive and every movement makes his groin pulse and his balls clench. with a firm grip, he holds bucky's thighs open as he starts to slide his cock out, mouth dropping open with bated breaths as his seed's gushing from that ass, too. it's clear that bucky's been overfilled, his pucker left to only clench around air and cum once steve's fully out of him-- but all that white leaking out is so pretty. "fuck, i-- bred your ass so deep, man." he's so fucking proud of it, how good bucky took him, how pretty this sight is. now, bucky's ass should always be filled with steve's cum-- the thought has steve literally licking at his lips.

"don't go anywhere yet. gonna want some more of that tight fucking ass again." he's not gonna mince words about it, and with a devious smile that would've shocked captain america fans everywhere (because how can be so filthy?), he managed to climb himself out from between bucky's legs and then eventually off the bed.

the shower connected to his bedroom is a vast walk-in shower with a glass door; steve starts the water at hot, waiting for it to warm up properly, and then by the time bucky finally joins him, the steam rolls in. not long into washing up, though, he's pulling bucky into him, wrapping arms around him so that he can grope at that pretty ass while he wrestles his lips with bucky's once more. in between them, his girthy member is rock solid, prodding at bucky's abdomen with a need that steve can't hide.

there’s only one bed / couch / horse / car…

huddling for warmth (sharing a blanket?)

trapped somewhere (a cell, a cave, an island…)

squeezed against one another in a busy bus / subway

hiding & squeezing into the same hiding spot

squished in the back of the car (or trunk if the car is truly too full)

only one tool, book, or similar, that they have to share

squeezing under an umbrella or a small roof when it rains

forced to share a hotel room / apartment /dorm room

one is scared and latches onto the other’s arm, refusing to let go

“Why are you so goddamn big?” “Bold words for someone whose neck is so in reach for me right now.”

“How much longer you think we’re gonna be stuck here?

“Move!” “You move!”

“Oh, sorry, was that your…” “Yeah, um, no problem. Wait, I’ll try to move…”

“Stop moving so much!”

“This is so awkward.” “Only if you make it awkward.”

“I never realised how small/big/tall/short/… you are.”

Requested by: @fishy-poof-crackers

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To make it more convincing when they finally tell the world about their (fake) relationship, they have a list of things they need to practice so they feel comfortable in front of an audience. Hand-holding, wrapping an arm around the other's shoulders, cheek kissing, real kissing...

They are theater kids at heart, so of course they do rehearsals.

Reading articles on how to "kiss like a real couple" ruins their afternoon, because they try to follow all the advice at once.

They realize their first kiss will be a lie in front of people to sell their fake relationship. So they tell their "partner" and make sure it's just a tiny lie and just the two of them for the first kiss.

They are fighting about who the better kisser is, so they use their time to find out.

Public affection never came natural to them, but it is what sells the relationship, so they practice to get more comfortable.

They know that there wouldn't be a chance that they had to passionately kiss in front of an audience, a simple peck would be appropiate enough, but it doesn't hurt to practice it anyway. Just in case.

Practice kissing actually makes them less nervous before going out as a fake couple, so they keep on doing it.

They are taking this very serious and therefore keep a list of all the ratings each practice kiss got from them.

Dialogue

"Well, we'll need to look convincing."

"Oh my god, what if they ask us to kiss?" "Who is going around asking couples to kiss in front of them?"

"Maybe we can say we're just not into PDA?"

"I never kissed anyone before and now it will be with you in front of people."

"Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!" "Wow, there actually are people demanding others to kiss."

"Promise me not to fall for me when I kiss you."

"Can we try again? Properly?"

"So... how was that?"

"I get that we should practice once or twice, but every day?"

"You can do it a bit more... deeper. I give you permission."

"Not sure what we are practicing for anymore."

"I have heard my kisses can be pretty intoxicating, so maybe I should drive you home after this."

More: Fake Dating Masterpost

(  enemies  to  lovers?  slow  burns?  say  no  more.  various  dialogue  prompts  for  all  your  hero  x  villain  ship  needs.  feel  free  to  change  how  you  seem  fit.  )

❛ i could keep you safe. they’re all afraid of me. ❜

❛ you can’t do this for me. i won’t let you. ❜

❛ it’s not for you. it’s not a favor. it’s the cruelest thing i could do. ❜

❛ i warn you. i’ll break your heart. ❜

❛ i know you better than you know yourself. ❜

❛ i’m replaceable. you’re not. ❜

❛ i hope to be the one you break your rules for. ❜

❛ why am i so fascinated by you? ❜

❛ when i watch the world burn, all i think about is you. ❜

❛ your hands are scarred from murder, and yet i trust them completely. ❜

❛ whatever you do. you’re still my family. ❜

❛ we could be the greatest team the world has ever seen. ❜

❛ how many times are we going to keep meeting like this? ❜

❛ i just wish i could protect you from everything. ❜

❛ enemies make the best lovers, you know. ❜

❛ sleep. i’ll fight the bad dreams off if they come to get you. ❜

❛ you know, they’re going to use the things you love against you. ❜

❛ truth is, i didn’t expect to get this attached to you. ❜

❛ you frustrate me incredibly. ❜

❛ love me like my demons do. ❜

❛ thinking of you is a poison i drink often. ❜

❛ please don’t make me do this. ❜

❛ don’t do anything stupid until i get back. ❜

❛ you protect what you love. ❜

❛ my heart scares you and a gun doesn’t? ❜

❛ you bandaged my wound with one hand, and held a knife in the other. ❜

❛ you save everyone, but who saves you? ❜

❛ you kill me and you accomplish nothing. your world as you know it will end. ❜

❛ all we do together is make love or fight. ❜

❛ i love the way your eyes light up when someone says ‘it might be dangerous’. ❜

❛ when is a monster not a monster? when you love it. ❜

❛ it’s pathetic really, how much i hope it’s me and you in the end. ❜

❛ you were right. you break everything you touch. ❜

❛ i would destroy myself to fix you. ❜

❛ i’m not going to kill you. you don’t deserve that. ❜

❛ that’s how you want me, isn’t it? desperate, jealous, and willing to kill for you. ❜

❛ i’m sorry you’re afraid of being alone. ❜

❛ they made you into a weapon, and told you to find peace. ❜

❛ i wasn’t there for you when you needed me, and i’m sorry. ❜

❛ ‘all right’ is not a term anyone would use to describe you. ❜

❛ just like old times, huh? ❜

❛ then we fight. together. ❜

❛ oh, i’ve missed this! ❜

❛ i know you. you’re me. ❜

❛ i’ve seen who you are under the mask. ❜

❛ i should kill you. why can’t i kill you?! ❜

❛ i don’t know what i’d do if they hurt you. and that terrifies me. ❜

❛ the world doesn’t need someone like you. the world needs you. ❜

❛ bullet wounds don’t just miraculously heal overnight. ❜

❛ you were fighting to survive. i was fighting to win. ❜

❛ i wasn’t a person to you, i was a weapon, and you needed me to work. ❜

❛ you’re pulling your punches. ❜

❛ i wish things were different between us. ❜

❛ don’t scare me like that. i thought i lost you. ❜

❛ don’t you die on me. ❜

❛ you’re so bad at this. it’s cute. ❜

❛ they don’t know you like i know you. ❜

❛ i broke my rules for you. doesn’t that mean anything? ❜

❛ do you think i’d let anything happen to you? ❜

SETTINGS.

[01.] finding privacy in a cramped dressing room.

[02.] cramming into the backseat of a car together.

[03.] slipping into the lonesome alleyway behind the bar for "time alone".

[04.] pulling them away from a party after hours of relentless teasing.

[05.] getting handsy under the table at a fancy dining establishment.

[06.] taking the long way home and pulling over on a dark stretch of road.

[07.] staying behind at the venue after everyone else has left.

[08.] the hotel room door barely clicks shut before hands are on them.

[09.] a tent in the middle of nowhere where no one can hear anything.

NEW TERRITORY.

[10.] finding yourself staring at their mouth and getting caught.

[11.] pulling back from a kiss to look at them, then immediately going back in.

[12.] memorizing the shape of them for the first time with your palms.

[13.] that exploratory first kiss, reserved and shy.

[14.] a gentle first kiss that morphs into intense want.

[15.] feeling the shape of their body through their clothes.

[16.] asking for permission to remove one of their garments.

[17.] finally succumbing to the thick tension & colliding feverishly.

[18.] fumbling with buttons or zippers because your hands won't stop shaking.

[19.] admitting out loud that you've been thinking about this for a while.

HEATING UP.

[20.] pulling them into your lap in the midst of a heated kiss.

[21.] discovering that they're wearing [ GEAR / LINGERIE ] under their clothes.

[22.] kissing away from their lips, down the length of their neck.

[23.] desperately grinding on them through layers of clothing.

[24.] dirty talking directly into their ear to turn them on even further.

[25.] pushing them onto a piece of furniture before straddling them.

[26.] lifting them onto the countertop while making out.

[27.] tugging their hair to expose more of their throat to your mouth.

[28.] the wrecked way they say your name for the first time.

[29.] fabric tearing because neither of you has the patience for buttons.

[30.] removing an obstacle of clothing with your teeth.

UNRAVELING.

[31.] biting down on their shoulder to muffle how good it feels.

[32.] the sound they make when you find the spot that undoes them.

[33.] begging without any trace of pride left and meaning every word.

[34.] their composure cracking for the first time, they finally stop holding back.

[35.] repeating "don't stop" like it's the only language left in their mouth.

[36.] leaving possessive marks in places only they'll see.

[37.] whispering "look at me" right before you take them apart.

[38.] trying to be quiet and failing, so they clamp a hand over your mouth.

[39.] flipping positions so fast neither of you remembers who initiated it.

[40.] their nails dragging down your back hard enough to sting later.

[41.] being told to open your mouth and doing it before the sentence is finished.

[42.] having your hands pinned above your head.

[43.] the desperate scramble to get closer when there is no closer to get.

COMING DOWN.

[44.] fingers lazily tracing the marks they just left on your skin.

[45.] pulling the blanket over both of you without being asked.

[46.] that silent, dazed smile when they catch your eye across the pillow.

[47.] the shaky laugh when neither of you can remember where your shirt is.

[48.] going to get water and bringing a glass back for them without asking.

[49.] lying chest to chest, feeling their heartbeat slow back down against yours.

[50.] the quiet "hey" that means something completely different now.

[51.] "come here" said softly — not urgently. just wanting them close again.

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