#dudeitscyan

these guys are like!! my faves!! :D thank you buddy <33

<3 <3 <3 <3

I’m singing “Can You Feel The Love Tonight” from all these lil symbols in my inbox. 

OKAY I STG THE WSJK HOLIDAY ONESHOT WILL MAKE YOU SO GLAD YOU JOINED THE SUPERSOLDIER SANDWICH TRAIN! MARK MY WORDS!

Because domestic liiiiifeeeee

Lumberjack!Steve and Bucky

and presents ! ;) ;) ;) ;)

they’re gonna make me a new one that’ll velcro on instead of actually being tied, and i think that’ll solve the problem :^(

GOOD ONE

Steve wants to take Bucky on dates, wants to kiss him senseless, wants to lay in bed with him for hours on end.

huh? ya… why not

#STEVE OVERHEARING THIS CONVERSATION WITHOUT BEING ABLE TO SEE THE GUY WHO'S TALKING #AND HE JUST GETS SO EMBARRASSED FOR BEING AROUSED OMG #AND HE STARTS PICTURING THE HOTTEST DUDE ON EARTH POSSIBLE #AND NATASHA ROLLS HER CHAIR OVER TO HIS CUBICLE AND IS LIKE 'DAMN YOU TOO' #AND HE NODS WITH HIS EARS TURNING ALL RED #AND THEN BUCKY HANGS UP AND APPEARS FROM AROUND THE CORNER #AND STEVE'S JAW DROPS #BECAUSE DAYUM REALITY JUST BEAT ALL HIS FANTASIES #im envisioning weird shit with this tbh #like accountant!steve and his new client who just arrived

Steve bit down on his pencil already covered in multiple bite marks, and tried to focus harder on his computer screen and the columns of numbers.

Oh god, he shouldn’t have thought of the word “hard” because he’d already popped a semi ever since the angry stream of Russian started, and he needed to calm down. He really didn’t need any of his colleagues walking into his cubicle and thinking he’s some kind of pervert.

Which he maybe, possibly, probably – was. But damn, who knew someone cursing in a foreign language on the other side of a very thin wall could be so damn hot?

“Proklyatie!” The man cursed in his smoking hot voice (he thought it was a curse, but he had no idea what it meant), and Steve dropped his palm between his legs to grind against his crotch and give himself some relief because fuck, fuck fuck fuck and shit this situation was becoming unbearable fast.

At this point he didn’t even see the screen in front of him anymore, instead picturing himself standing up and walking out of his “office” (if this open space the size of a broom closet can possibly be labeled as such) and maybe… maybe finding the man that was standing right there on the other side of the wall and grabbing his phone.

Yes, Steve thought, feeling his face (and his dick) grow hotter. His glasses were slowly sliding down his nose from how much he was starting to sweat from a mix of anxiousness and arousal.

He’d snap the thing closed (Steve’s phone was an old snap phone so that’s how he pictured the other man’s phone would look like too), and offer in his deepest, sexiest voice if the guy wouldn’t rather talk to him. 

“Oh man, that’s so lame…”

Steve adjusted his dick (fuck, get down already!) in his pants and tried to find a less comfortable position in his seat. The pencil was still between his teeth, and he had a fleeting worry about getting a splinter stuck in his gums when the man’s continuous stream of angry Russian turned even louder than before.

It was almost like he was talking right into Steve’s left ear.

Steve shivered – a honest to god full body shiver that shook him from scalp to toes, and he almost snapped his pencil in two when he clenched his teeth to stop the moan that almost escaped him.

It didn’t work, though, and the sound still traveled from his chest to his throat and then vibrated along the length of the pencil as it erupted unexpectedly out of him.

Steve froze, and for a terrifying second he thought the other man had heard, because there was a sudden lull in the conversation, and oh god oh god oh god this couldn’t be happening!

“Hey, Steve, what-”

“Oh, fuck!” Steve startled, pencil dropping out of his mouth, and almost fell out of his chair when his neighbor, Natasha, rolled her chair over and into his cubicle. 

He turned to look at her, clumsily trying to cover his lap with his arm. He listened to any sign that the man might have heard them, but he was apparently still there, and still lost in a very unsatisfying dialogue on his phone.

Natasha, of course, immediately noticed Steve’s lame cover, smirked, and rolled even closer, pointing at the wall on Steve’s right with her thumb.

“You too, huh?” She asked quietly.

Steve gulped, shoulders sagging in defeat when he understood there was no point in hiding from his colleague (and good friend, as of late).

“Yeah,” he sighed, turning (exaggerated) sad puppy eyes towards the wall, and the man probably standing on the other side. “I don’t even know what’s being said and I’m getting horny as fuck.”

Natasha nodded in agreement, adding “d’you think the guy’s sexy, too?”

“Definitely. I mean, with that voice…”

They both fell silent, listening to the melodic stream of hard ‘r’s and curved vowels. Steve closed his eyes when the man uttered another curse-sounding word, and a rather long one, picturing in his head a tall and fair sex god. Steve wasn’t usually attracted to men too similar to his own constitution (he did prefer brunets over blonds, and so on), but he knew the average Russian was blond with light colored eyes, and for once in his life… he had no problem with that.

With a voice like that, caressing the shell of his ears and bringing all kinds of dirty thoughts to his mind, the guy could look like anything and Steve would still want him. He only had to say the words (in English or Russian) and Steve would be his to take – and to do whatever he wanted with him.

Fuck, his head was filled with fantasies of being pounded into his mattress by the stranger while he showered Steve with the kind of new and foreign words he’d been subjected to for the past quarter of an hour. Not knowing what was said was incredibly tantalizing, for some unknown reason. He could only imagine what the man would sound when murmuring sweet nothings.

“Do you think-” it’s a client or something, he was about to say, to try and clear his mind a little, when the conversation finally came to an end with a resounding “blyat!” – and a (delicious) groan.

Fuuuuuck!

“I’d let him fuck me against a wall,” Natasha announced (very quietly) in the following silence, trying as usual to embarrass Steve as much as she could get away with.

The tips of Steve’s ears were burning with shame when his dick twitched and he had to press his palm hard as he could to try and keep from getting a full fucking hard-on in the middle of the day AND the fucking office while he pictured himself getting fucked fast and hard by the Russian sex god up against the nearest wall.

“Naaat,” he whimpered accusingly.

“Oh, I’m so glad to be a woman,” Natasha whispered in his ear in a sing-song voice. “And you’re so easy to rile up, seriously. Good luck getting rid of that boner before your next client’s here, by the way. Which is in about five minutes or so, you said earlier?”

Steve threw a pleading look at her, but all she did was pick up his pencil on her way out, and sticking it behind Steve’s ear before rolling back to her cubicle with another one of her devilish smirks.

“Yeah, thank you so much!” Steve more or less yelled after her.

He was about to grab his pencil when someone else appeared at the entry of his “office”, and knocked politely on one of the paper-thin walls to catch his attention.

Steve first saw the shoes, then his gaze quickly traveled up the obviously male body, and then he finally made contact with a handsome face and dark blue eyes.

“Mr Rogers? I’m James Barnes.”

That voice…

The man with the sex voice was James Barnes? James Barnes as in, his new client? Fuck, but he was nothing like the blond beauty he had imagined. He was shorter, and darker, and still...

“Damn, you’re even hotter!” He blurted, and almost face-palmed soon as the words left his lips.

He didn’t even try to hide the bulge between his legs that had only grown ever since he’d laid eyes on Barnes, and hey, maybe if he didn’t bring any attention to it maybe his client here present wouldn’t notice?

The other man’s blank face was suddenly lit by a knowing grin.

Uh-oh.

“I’m sorry,” he quickly added, trying to save face. The man obviously knew how hot he was, and was probably used to clumsy idiots like Steve who couldn’t control their libido in front of him. “I just overheard your conversation from a moment ago, and, you know, paper-thin walls and shit, I wasn’t eavesdropping on purpose or anything, and just… uh… yeah.” He concluded very intelligently, feeling a small part of his soul die a little at how lame his babble sounded to his own ears.

He waited for some sort of reaction from his client (fuck, his client, the guy who was paying him!), but when it finally happened it wasn’t exactly what he’d expected.

Barnes walked into the small space, effectively crowding Steve and forcing him to lean back into his chair, and sending his heartbeat into a frenzied rhythm when he took hold of the armrests on each side of Steve.

“And I heard you,” Barnes informed him, eyes knowing and mouth so so so close Steve could almost taste him. “That breathy moan… you made me lose my train of thoughts for a second, there, did you know? I wanted to end this stupid call on the spot and walk in here to find you, lyubimyi,” he added softly, and Steve felt a delicious shiver run down his spine because that… that certainly wasn’t a curse word.

Barnes studied him, hardly missing the way Steve reacted to the foreign word, and Steve couldn’t help squirming nervously in his seat under this kind of scrutiny.

“But we have an appointment, so better get to it,” Barnes suddenly announced (making Steve jump a little), before straightening up. “We can talk more about how hot my accountant gets for Russian sometime later.”

Barnes looked pointedly down at Steve’s lap when he took a couple of steps back. Steve immediately hid his boner with his hands by reflex, feeling stupid but also stupidly aroused at the same time.

Barnes watched the gorgeous beefcake of a man clutching his own package like a hormonal teenager who couldn’t control himself, and licked his lips. “Yeah, definitely later. When I can make you my little suka.”

And Steve almost moaned again, then and there.

Fin.

i bet that’ll be rad!

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comment: i’m still drooling over your icon tho it’s gorgeous