hot hipster, but Steve/Bucky, post CATWS, Steve has a bit of a thing for the metal arm?
mayhaps stucky and some prostate love?
bucky knew it, the way steve’s eye always gravitated to his metal hand when it stroked up steve’s thigh, or teased out a flashbang from its casing.
"right or left?" bucky asked, his metal thumb stroking slow circles on the just of steve’s hip.
steve’s tongue came out to swipe at his pink lip, and his blush became even redder as he forced out, “left. please.”
bucky smirked, placing a delicate kiss to the tip of steve’s cock as he lubed up his fingers. “might be a little cold,” he warned, as steve opened his knees wide and trusting.
the furl of steve’s hole was satiny soft, but it wasn’t something bucky could feel through the prosthetic. he stroked along the entrance gently, watching steve’s body shiver and sweat in anticipation before he pushed in with his middle digit.
Imagine Bucky, still trying to figure out who he is, finding out where Steve lives. He thinks Steve is going to be afraid of him after what he’s done, so he stays hidden. When Steve leaves to go out for coffee with Nat, or when he goes to the grocery store, Bucky goes into Steves house. He’s careful not to move anything, but sometimes he leaves fingerprints in dust. He looks at old photographs, old newspaper clippings, sometimes he has a glass of milk and a cookie from the old jar on top of the fridge. They’re just the way Steve’s mom made them, and they bring back memories.
He makes sure to only take a few, and always leaves without disrupting any pictures or furniture. Natasha, being observant as she is, sees the signs way before Steve does. Pictures moved slightly, food missing, dirty dishes in the sink that Steve didn’t use, finger prints in the dust. It doesn’t take her long to figure out who it is. She doesn’t tell Steve.
One night Steve wakes up, goes to the bathroom, and decides he wants a glass of water. He goes into the kitchen and flicks on the light. Bucky is standing in the kitchen, eyes wide like a deer in the headlights. His hand is stuck inside of the cookie jar, and he’s got a cookie in his mouth.
Steve nearly faints.
kittydere said: fic request: steve is unfazed by sex because he used to sell himself back in the day/ and someone/everyone finds out. I like it if he's nonchalant about it but It can also totally go the other way. There is just not enough of this trope.
Steve loses badly in the first few hands because his face is transparent but when he’s down to his jeans and boxers it turns out he’s been grifting them ALL ALONG, learning their tells. He collects his winnings with a humble-smug smile and an affected “aw shucks”.
Bucky Barnes starting the game with a careless, cocky grin but he gets redder and redder as everyone collects clothing from him and he ends up curled up in a fetal position on his chair, trying to cover his crotch with his handful of cards, blushing like a tomato and trying to blame it on the vodka. (“He’s never been great at poker”, Steve says faux-mournfully, arranging his cards in anticipation for a play for Bucky’s underwear)
Natasha Romanov is the master of bluffs because she leaks fake tells and then switches them up unexpectedly. The first half of the game she purposefully allowed the corner of her lip to twitch upwards whenever she got a good hand, and when she saw the boys had caught on, she used that to take a huge pot, winning two shirts, a pair of jeans, and a handful of socks.
Sam Wilson not even sweating as his clothes come off piece by piece. He just flexes in everyone’s direction and keeps smiling. By sheer luck he manages to win Natasha’s bra. She stares him down as she takes it off without removing her shirt.
i want steve/natasha having athletic sex. post-mission, adrenaline-pumping, furniture-breaking sex. sex that pushes the limits of natasha’s flexibility and steve’s stamina. sex that’s a fucking competition interrupted with snarky comments and bouts of laughter.
i want them lying together, panting and naked on a stripped mattress. natasha turns on her side and looks at steve, you know, if you told me it was your first time i could’ve been a little gentler
steve grins at her, that’s why i didn’t tell you
bucky and steve going on the cyclone again and while they’re in line steve makes bucky eat like funnel cake and corndogs and bucky doesn’t even realize what he’s doing and eats it all and right before the car departs he’s like yoU MOTHERFUCKER and all you can hear from the geriatric national heroes as they start their ride is bucky screaming bloody murder and steve laughing his ass off