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I would like to call this fic rec “oh hello good boy” for @mareviils hopefully part I of many!

Undone @justanotherstonyfan 4k

You’d think, given everything, that if one of them were going to regress, that if one of them were going to break down, it would be Bucky.

(Set after Endgame in Wakanda - canon deaths remain but Steve doesn't leave)

Let Big Boys Be Little Spoons @ughtheirpower 2k

Adjusting to his new body and Captain America persona has been a struggle for Steve. Bucky wants to take care of him. 

Doctor Feelgood @notlucy 10k

Things are practically perfect, as far as Steve’s concerned. He and Bucky are happy. Healthy. Working through their shit and living a normal life in Brooklyn. Said normality extends to their nice, regular, fulfilling sex life. Which isn't to say it’s perfect - maybe Steve has a fantasy or two he hasn’t shared. Certain proclivities he’s happy to indulge privately. Why bother Bucky?

It’s fine. Really. Until the day Bucky comes home early and catches Steve with his pants down. Literally.

Never Like This hobbitdragon 1k

The Soldier--or Bucky, he supposes, he’s heard it so often recently that it’s starting to stick from repetition alone--knows the Captain’s file inside and out. They programmed it into him before sending him out on this mission. The American super-soldier’s strengths and his very few weaknesses are among the few pieces of reliable information that still rattle around inside the Soldier's buzzing skull. This, though, the Soldier supposes as he curls his metal fingers yet again, isn’t exactly a weakness, so it wouldn’t have been in the documents.

I Will Be So Good (For You) hobbitdragon 3k

Loving Bucky sometimes requires that Steve submit without question, no matter how confusing the request. And bull-headed and obstreperous as Steve can sometimes be, he loves obeying Bucky.

When the thumbnail scrapes ever so lightly over the thickest part of Steve’s upper lip, he whimpers, unable to help himself. Bucky’s grin only widens. They both know what this is a prelude to, and the knowledge of what will come next lies as heavy between them as a cinderblock. The weight of it pulls Steve from inside, urging him to offer himself, to let his jaw drop open and to spread his legs. But he doesn’t do that, either, because Bucky hasn’t told him to. Bucky has told him to be still.

Please, Steve silently begs, trying to communicate it with his eyes alone. Please, let me have it. Let me make you feel good, I want it more than anything.

Conviction @ipoiledi 3k

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“Oh, Thor,” Bucky remarks, and Steve huffs a laugh, warm and low against Bucky’s cheek. “You sure are seeing a lot of this guy lately.”

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“Mornin’,” Steve says.

“Get over here,” Bucky replies.

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“Mornin’,” Steve says.

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