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Steve liked it raw and rough before the serum.
Bucky has his private fantasies theories as to whyâhe could just be wired that way. Or, maybe it was because he was already rubbed raw with his body fragile, his skin thin, his nerves chronically pained, and so on, bone deep, all of him, yet he was always so unwilling to accept it, so instead, he started railing against it and absorbing all the too bright sensations; breathing them in, mixing them with the pleasure he discovered within himself and within Bucky, learning to like it, twisting it until he liked the pain that was his to choose. His control. His to control. Hell, it might have even been his to embrace because he was already an outsiderâsecond-generation immigrant, chronically ill, upstanding, and limp-wristedâso he might as well go all the fucking way, right? Who gives a shit, throw fuel onto the already burning fire. Give 'em something to really feast their eyes on.
Whatever the reason, it doesn't actually make a difference. 'Cause after the serum, naturally, Steve still craves it despite being unable to get there so easily.
Pleasurable pain.
Agonizing bliss.
Yes, please.
So, accordingly, Bucky makes it a little treatâdo well on a mission, don't let himself get torn into in any preventable ways, don't take any unnecessary risks, and don't be stupid (the real challenge for him)âand Bucky will make it hurt. He'll give him the real thing he craves.
Pain.
Perversity.
And, of all the techniques they've developed together, Bucky's favorite way to get him there is deceptively simple: furiously jerk him off until he's raw and whimpering to stop, pluh-please, please, hnnngohmygod, buck, buck! please, stop, ohplease, fuckk, fuck! that huuuurts! please! please!, it maybe hurts more than it feels good, he's swollen, red, chafed, and thrashing in their bed. By then, he's gripping nothing, his wrists are bruised in their vibranium cuffs spread to his full, muscles-strained-to-their-impossible-limits wingspan by a matching vibranium spreader bar attached to their (often replaced) headboard. Exposed and stripped back. Carved down to nothing but his bare, visceral desires.
Bucky can never control his hunger by that point, vicious as he licks his teeth, just moments from taking a bite from his lover's sweat-glazed, glimmering fleshâhe's feverish, blushing a deep rose, and just so unbelievably tempting. Bucky would and has kill for this man.
Worn thin, begging to stop but decisively not using his safeword, Steve orgasms cataclysmically with a shriek trapped behind his gritted teeth. It looks too good to be trueâhe looks too good to be true.
And, always, every fucking time, immediately afterward, Steve gets this stupid, soft, loopy smile that Bucky would do anything for.
What a fucked up little punk.
(uncensored ver on bsky) a quick thing for @jesperwolf, happy birthday! go read his wonderful stucky fics on ao3 here.
hey dude congrats on graduating!! thats so fucking cool
missed your writing. so hell yeah on you opening your requests. here's mine: expand on this? unfairly hot that one
Thank you!
You're so sweet <3
And I will get into the filth, just like you asked đ No one can stop me from writing fucked-out, cumdump, cockslut Steve đŽâđ¨đŽâđ¨
The paint fumes have gotten to me, so, naturallyâ
I have horny thoughts about artist Steve and muse Bucky, and retirement treating them both good.
There is a quiet, electric war being wagedâa miniature cacophony going on between the trembling, oily shhlick-shhlck-shhlck of Steve's weakly brandished paintbrush against his stretched canvas and the "nngh-nnnnh-huhhhggh" of Steve's raggedly heaving lungs, expanding to fill his whole, huge, bare chest.
He's painting.
He's panting.
There isn't enough air in this room already with all the heat radiating from his feverish, lowly-vibrating body, and so the hazy, gauzy, low-hanging fragrant smoke from his lover's cigarette slowly smoldering away in his casual hand isn't fucking helping. Oxygen is thin. So thin. And in perfect contrast to thick paint and thick blood. His molten blood barely flows, it's just lavaâpooling, stuck, thickâaround his tightly knotted gut and drawn-up balls. Tangled.

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I'm not usually a requester.. but I've been wanting a fic like this so bad which I'm struggling to find so I thought I'd try a request! (Which, thanks for the opportunity here btw)
I'm picturing the type of party they through at the start of age of Ultron, more personal than a big gala or something you know, but still quite the crowd.
Steve doesn't appear the whole night and Bucky is around to report that he's just not feeling well, he couldn't make it.
But in reality, he's tied up in their quarters, in their room, which Bucky returns to several times that evening to dump him full of load after load of cum. And plug him in between so not a drop falls out :)
Oh my god, I wish I had the time to write this fully because this idea, as they say, fucks.
I can just see Bucky strutting his pretty boy shit, chatting and charming his way through this gala, not a hair out of place, his suit not the slightest bit wrinkled, so confidently telling everyone who asks that Steve was starting to feel a little tickle in his throat that no one questions it. No one thinks about how Captain America can't get sick. No one questions how strange it would be that just a little cough or slight hoarseness would hold back Captain America. No one.
No one knows that Steve is strapped down and restrained, kept from touching himself, subject to Bucky's mercy, coming back to him again and again to cum inside him. Stuffing him full. Fucking his shaking little hole until he just can't take it another second and orgasms devastatingly. No touch to his cock. Just his sloppy, slutty ass. It's so much, so, so much cum, that Steve swears he can feel it in his stomach, even his throatâwith nothing else to focus on he can fucking taste it on his tongue.
Speaking of (ha) that fucking mouth, that tongue, that throat... it is hoarse.
He isn't ill. He might be sick. Sick for getting off on such perversity.
Hoarse, thoughâhe's ragged and guttural from all the moaning, fucked until he's heavy with Bucky's cum and he's raw from the inside out. He's gagged for now but by the last round, there's not going to be a need for that gag. 'Cause the only thing coming out of that throat by then is drool and silent, open-mouthed aching whimpers and wails.
Poor, poor Steve đŽâđ¨đŽâđ¨
You're freaky in the best way my man andso I must humbly request any kink that you've been thinking about that hasn't been requested before that you want to write about now
Give me a new kink I dare you đŤŞ
Ooh, anon, this is dangerous. I like it đ
And related to the ask I just answered for @/leihaddock... Can we fantasize a little about saline inflation?
I'm gonna fantasize a little about saline inflation.
When I was thinking about fullness for that last ask, my brain went a lot a little feral thinking about Steve's heavy, pent-up balls. And... yup. Just. Yes. That's what Steve needs. He needs a little CBT. And for once, for these trauma-powered characters, I am not talking about therapy.
Before we begin, if you are unaware, saline inflation or, the particularly targeted inflation I'm talking about, scrotal inflation (also called scrotal infusion) is defined as, "a sexual practice in which fluid (typically saline solution, but sometimes air or another gas) is injected into the scrotum in order to make it balloon in size," according to Wikipedia (NSFW warning for that Wiki page, there's straight up just a dick and balls as the example picture, not even an illustration, lmao).
From my limited understanding/interaction with this high-risk, high-reward kink, it's most often associated with CBT (Cock and Ball Torture) or a medical fetish. Though, I have run into one kinkster in particular who was really into it because they had a fetish for body modification, so it blends well into that, too.
So, without further ado: Steve's medical & saline inflation kinks that somehow get into breeding kink, masochism, and fear play too đ
Hey! It's đ Anon! Here's my first ask of the season! I've got 4 this year, so hopefully they all go through.
Anyway, onto number one!
I hope we all remember Hypnotized Steve, because I'm bringing him back! This time with consensual somnophila! Steve's given Bucky standing permission to order him hard and get himself off with Steve's dick while he's asleep. Bucky likes taking advantage of this, sometimes even forcing Steve soft and denying him just so he can see how long it'll take Steve to wake up. -đ
related to (1) Bucky Hypnotizes Steve To Get Hard, Soft, & Cum On Command + (2) How Did Bucky Get Steve Hypnotized? + (3) Freshly Sterumed Steve, Hypnotized Steve, & Commanding Bucky + (4) Hypnotized Steve Returns
Hey!
Okay, so this drabble is not exactly what you outlined in this ask, but a heavily, very related thought that I just can't get out of my head now that I've had the thoughtâ˘ď¸
Consider: Bucky ordering Steve hard, but only at night. Meanwhile, during the day, he's ordering Steve soft. Just fucking with his sub's body clock and sense of arousal to the point that Steve doesn't know what's up or down, heads or tails đĽ´