Summary: "What's your name?" It wasn't even a line. He was just pretty and Bucky wanted a name to go with that face. With that strong jawline. With those deep blue eyes. A little smirk, "Steve." Awww, Steve. He looked like a Steve. Bucky pursed his lips in a way he hoped was attractive, "You should buy me a drink." ______ College Student Bucky finds himself immediately attracted to Steve. He knows that Steve's a bit older than him, and that Steve himself is put off by the age difference. . . But that doesn't stop Bucky from wanting to climb him like a tree. AKA a Sugar Daddy AU that no one was asking for.
Summary: Bucky, a 22 year old disaster college student who bartends on the weekends, meets a handsome guy on a fateful Saturday night. He goes home with him and is happy to find out that Steve thoroughly checks off every kinky box he has. That is, until he is rudely woken up the next morning and comes face to face with a little girl asking him why he’s in her daddy’s bed. What Bucky thought was just a one night stand with a big dick daddyturns out to be the start of him falling in love… with a single dad of two?
Summary: Commander Steve Rogers has retired from active duty, spending his free time mentoring young Alphas and Omegas with Sam. He’s happy and settled in his life, until he meets a troubled Omega in need of rescuing from the abusive Alpha he’s been promised to. Bucky Barnes makes Steve question everything he thought he wanted, or needed, and the two fight their mutual attraction for each other as Steve works to get Bucky to safety. But when a freak accident throws them together—literally—they give in and bond, only for the real fight to begin as secrets are revealed while they try to make a future in a world that condemns their relationship. Will they get the opportunity to live happily ever after? Or will Bucky’s past be more than they can overcome?
Summary: Bucky Barnes was twenty-five years old. He had been a student of something before whatever happened to him, well. Happened. Bucky had lived his first shot at youth with a red, beating heart and the world before his feet until Steve’s own failure on the other side of the planet reduced Bucky and billions of others to lifeless, gray dust. But now—now, after 2023 and weak long-shots and time machines—here Bucky was: still ash in the wind even when he was ten feet away from Steve and made of bleeding, splintered flesh. He was ash reformed as a lonely kid with dirt in his hair and dried blood on his ear, and he was young, and he was devastating, and he was beautiful in a way that burned the tops of Steve’s own lungs. — The AU Farmer Daddy Steve and Bucky story.
SugarVerse [series]
Summary: Bucky's brain and his dick catch on at the same time in a borderline painful rush of blood. He hears Steve pull back from the phone to address his clients, placating them with an apology and the assurance that this won’t take long, and Jesus Christ...Steve is actually doing this. Steve is actually going to let this happen, going to let Bucky have one-sided phone sex with him while he sits there in some boardroom, with actual clients sitting right in front of him. What the fuck.
Summary: No one in their right minds could say that Bucky Barnes had an easy life. Kicked out of his palatial family home at fifteen, life in and out of shelters for years with his best friend by his side the whole way, it was a lot. For all that. Bucky shouldn't have been surprised when at twenty-four, his markedly stable life took another downturn: Clint was moving out with his girlfriend, Natasha, and suddenly Bucky needed to scramble to find a new and creative way to make more money. Which was when, of course, Clint came up with an amazingly terrible idea: Let's Get Bucky A Sugar Daddy.
Summary: In which Steve has been playing with Thor and Loki for years, now has his own sub, Bucky, who has been around for more than a few months, and decided to do a partner exchange. After all, he liked to watch, despite being a tad possessive. And it was not like there were feelings involved. Bucky and he weren’t dating or something. It would just be an enjoyable, kinky evening. Nothing more. [Beware, I had complaints that this could lead to shipping Steve/Loki because of their dynamics. I am innocent and not sorry.]
Summary: Okay, so Bucky Barnes has a crush on Steve Rogers. The guy's gorgeous, talented and, oh yeah, the Chief Design Officer of the biggest tech company in the world. In other words: he's so far out of Bucky's league that he might as well be in a different stratosphere.
Summary: “Buck,” Steve warns, voice full of steel. Bucky grins, and Steve sighs again. “Don’t say I didn’t try,” he mutters. “Maybe you should’ve tried harder. You’re losing your touch, old man,” Bucky taunts. If he’s in deep shit, might as well go all the way. Steve huffs out a laugh, “Brat,” he says, then, “On your knees, Bucky. I won’t ask again,” he backs up a step, giving Bucky room to settle, “Either you get on your knees in the next ten seconds or I’ll put you there, and Bucky,” his hand reaches over and grips Bucky’s jaw meanly, “I won’t be nice about it.” -- Bucky has a bad day, Steve has a plan.
Summary: There’s suddenly a hand in his hair, a big one, pulling him up until he’s face to face with Daddy and his dark eyes. “Asked you a question, Bucky.” Bucky whimpers. “Y-yes, Daddy,” He says, wanting to bury his face into the space between Steve’s jaw and his neck. “‘Yes Daddy’ what?” Bucky’s cheeks color furiously. He still isn't used to Steve referring to himself as Daddy, nor is he used to how fast it makes him hard. “Yes, Daddy, my p-pussy was made f-for your big cock,” Bucky is quiet, isn’t used to hearing such filthy things come out of his own mouth. He would almost feel ashamed if not for the way Daddy’s eyes darken, or the way Daddy’s deep indulgent purr makes him want to arch his back a little more, bare his neck. “Yeah, honey, s’just perfect,” Daddy agrees, his other hand coming up to tip up Bucky’s chin and kiss him stupid.
Summary: So, a blonde and a brunette walk into a bar… ***************************** “Steve, I’ve had a great time talking with you. But I don’t really know why I even came here and… I don’t want to waste more of your time. I’m sorry.” “You can waste my time,” Steve’s eyes soften. “As much as you want. I don’t really do this much these days but I just… You’re so pretty, Buck. And you’re sweet and I really wanna know how that whiskey tastes on your lips.” Okay, so maybe Bucky can do one more one-night stand.
Summary: “Shh, shh it’s okay— Daddy’s here. Daddy knows just what you need, just like you said.”
Summary: Bucky is dragged to a club by his best friends with the sole intention of getting laid. He gets their wish.
Summary: Bucky might hate magic but he hated seeing his boy so distressed. How is he supposed to stand there and watch Steve beg for him while out of his mind on some kind of magic horny dust? Especially when Dr. Strange was taking his merry time showing up and Bruce was severely out of his depth. His patience can only last so long.
Summary: He’s coming back down the aisle a few minutes later, calling over his shoulder to Nat, when he turns his head just in time to avoid bumping into 3C, who’s standing there, looking at Bucky intensely but maybe also a little uncertainly. Bucky stops and looks up into 3C’s face. He has to physically restrain himself from swallowing hard, because 3C is a Specimen of the Highest Order. Tall, a few inches taller than Bucky’s six feet, dressed in head-to-toe Tom Ford business casual with dark blond hair sweeping across his forehead and curling at his very expensive shirt collar, piercing blue eyes, full lips, and a neatly trimmed, well-cared-for beard. Further investigation reveals glints of silver in both hair and beard, and now Bucky really needs to go lie down. Instead, he raises his eyebrows as if to say, Well?
Summary: Bucky wasn’t looking for a sugar daddy when he started his college internship. It just kind of happened. He didn’t think he wanted one, either, but he was finding out all kinds of things about himself lately. Steve wasn’t looking for a relationship. He definitely didn’t set out to date one of his companies interns, but he couldn’t stop thinking about Bucky and wondering how much of a good boy he could be.
Summary: He is every one of Steve’s wet dreams, standing there on long legs clad in tight black leather. The material is thick, but even so, those thighs…. He’s wearing a matching motorcycle jacket, and there’s a matte black helmet under his arm as he works his way through the crowd to the bar. Steve hears the thunk of it hitting the polished wood top and swallows heavily. The man turns just so, and Steve can get a profile look at his face. What a face. His cheekbones are a high slash, his brow is strong, the cut of his jaw is sharp. There’s a few days’ worth of stubble on his face, a deep chocolate brown, and his hair is just long enough to brush his chin. There are streaks of caramel in the rich dark of it. It’s a long minute as the man orders from the bartender, offering her a smile Steve can half-see from where he sits that lights up his face into something breathtaking. She leans in and murmurs something to him that Steve wishes he could hear, and the man’s grin stretches wide. Steve doesn’t have to wonder for long what she said. The man spins on his stool until he’s looking right at Steve, still wearing that smirk that makes him look so perfectly smug.
Summary: “You got a little somethin’” Bucky drawls, raising a hand to point his finger in the general direction of Steve’s face. He’s close enough. “Under your mouth - I think it’s drool.” The blood rushes into Steve’s cheeks so scarlet it’s maroon. He has no more beer left in his glass and he forgot to order another one and now how the hell is he meant to hide from the fact that he’s just been caught staring at this kid and probably - shit, he might have actually been drooling. Steve swipes a hand over his chin (no drool, thank god) and averts his gaze. “Don’ mind, s’alright. S’long as you plan to do something about he fact that you’ve been eye-fucking me all night, ‘stead a’just going on home.”
Summary: Steve has held his position as a board member of the club for several years now, and has seen hundreds of boys come and go. There's no reason why this night should be any different from previous events, why he can't just have one of the older, experienced boys and be done with it and go home. There's no reason why the new kid in the lineup should catch his eye the way he does. No reason why James should turn Steve's world upside down the way he does. All Steve knows is, from the moment James first calls him Daddy, he'll move heaven and earth to makes James his.
Summary: Bucky's next door neighbor, while being the pinnacle of sex, is singlehandedly the most annoying and frustrating man on the planet. Naturally, Bucky's dick is very interested. Throw in a dash of internships, mild voyeurism, and traitorous roommates, you have a recipe for an all-out war. or, Bucky really needs to get laid but a semi-hate fuck would also suffice.
Summary: 200 years is a long time to be lonely, but much like everything Bucky puts his mind to, he has perfected it. He has a string of dedicated human suitors and a well-curated existence of luxury and excess with no motivation to see a shift in his status quo. Then he meets Steve Rogers. Steve's life has been long and full of pack, family, and love. These days, he lives comfortably and loves at his leisure, content to be part of a well-established pack that has flourished for centuries, both in his homeland of Ireland and in New York. Meeting James Barnes provides an unexpected amusement that he's more than happy to indulge in.
Summary:
Once upon a twitter someone pointed out that there is a Starbucks inside the CIA building and how it should be a Stucky Meet Cute and since I happen to have worked at Starbucks and I hate DC I was like, man let me just... do that.
Here's the tea:
Bucky is a somewhat well-adjusted former army sniper that got his shoulder blown out. He took his discharge and went home to finish school and is working on his international relations masters. His best friends and roommates (Nat & Clint) are CIA agents and tip him off that their local Sbux is hiring. He gets a job there and meets none other than the hottest guy on earth.
So how does one get a date in the most top secret government location in the US? What happens when that guy is more than just a hot dorito and wants to give Bucky everything he wants? Bucky is going to have to figure out his shit and fast. That's what's up.
Summary:
Steve, founder of Grant & Co, is invited to a wedding. He tears the letter open while nursing a glass of scotch, skimming through the details with a scowl. It would be a shame to show up without a pretty little thing, but despite being made of money, Steve's dating pool is virtually dead. He'll have to reject the invitation after he pours himself another drink.
Meanwhile, Bucky is living the life of luxury. Courtesy of his best friend's dating app, Bucky found success in pleasing rich, and much older, men. He missed focusing on his actual career but earning a fat tip was better than chasing after dead-end modeling gigs. He'll occasionally receive strange messages, however, tonight's stuck out from the rest.
The text is a little risque, and friendly, but neither of those things holds Bucky's attention for long. The profile had been created less than an hour ago, yet that doesn't deter Bucky from scouring through it like an encyclopedia. It had to be a catfish. Why else would a famous fashion designer sign up for a publicly accessible app? And why is Bucky's brain screaming at him to send a message back?
This may be the biggest mistake of Bucky's life, or possibly the best client he's ever had.
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