Shorter than "full fics", but are very much needing your immediate attention because they're that good
Summary:
Buying shampoo shouldn't be so hard, or so Steve thought. Turns out he's wrong.In the end, he leaves without shampoo, and even worse, without the number of the gorgeous man that helped him avoid making a - apparently - tragic shampoo choice.There should be a better way of finding him again than going to the same Walgreens every day in hopes of seeing him again, right?
Summary: He pours a generous amount of lube into his hand and warms it up. The slide of his hand coupled with the lube feels divine, and Steve lets out a loud moan at the feeling. He works himself from root to tip, going slowly at first. He pictures how Bucky would look on his knees as he pays attention to the head of Steve’s cock, how Bucky would take the tip into his mouth, swirl his tongue around the head just right while looking up at Steve with those blue eyes. Steve begins to buck his hips up into his hand, letting out strings of moans and gasps. He imagines how Bucky’s hole would feel, so wet and so tight around him, how Bucky would flush red and arch his back, pushing back onto Steve’s cock with every thrust, moaning and whimpering, taking it like a good little- “Steve?” asks a breathless voice.
Summary: Bucky doesn’t push it, he still has his dignity. Steve’s a grown man, if he says he doesn’t want it, then fine, no problem. Alright, he tried pushing it a little on the first day, opened the bathroom door and followed Steve into the shower, but Steve aimed the shower head at his face when he got handsy and Bucky smacked him across the arm and Steve laughed and Bucky strengthened his resolve to show Steve he didn’t give two shits about his little ‘punishment’. But, fuck. No sex. For a week. Steve’s a sick son of a bitch.
Summary: In an unexpected turn of events, Bucky reveals himself to be absolutely atrocious at ballroom dancing. It takes much too long for Steve to get ahold of himself, lips pursed in an effort to stay composed in the face of Bucky’s scowl. “You were never this bad at dancing when we went out, is all.” Bucky comes short of stomping his feet like a child. “It’s different when I know the guy I’m dancing with wants to fuck me before the night is over!” Steve can’t help but think he’d be more than happy to fuck Bucky if the offer’s on the table but keeps his mouth shut. Steve finds himself as the world’s leading authority on waiting too long, when he becomes best man in a wedding where he’d rather be the groom.
Summary: “I used to do this a lot more. Y'know. This.” Bucky gestures at the both of them, at different levels as they are, and finds he’s in absolutely no rush to move from his spot. Sniper training, he figures; older than HYDRA’s stint of sticking their fingers in his brain and swirling around, and only honed in their captivity. But, you know. Maybe not. Because this feels somehow even older than the sniper training. Then another door in his mind gets blown open, at the way Steve flounders for a response, and there’s only a handful of things that get that reaction, that are older than the war, and . . . Well. Fuck him six ways. “How many times have I gotten on my knees for you?” /\ \/ The more things change, the more they stay the same. Vinyls aren't popular anymore, but people still love musical performances; people can talk to anyone, anywhere, anywhen, but there's no replacement for touch and closeness; Bucky's a little better at killing, now, less sure on his feet when it comes to his memories, but finds it's almost natural, to look up at Steve. He wonders where that instinct comes from. Turns out this isn't the first time.
Summary: Bucky doesn't talk much these days, but he can embroider beautiful wrapping for presents.
Summary: "I'm not like those girls who fall at your feet when you flash a smile, James," Steve shakes his head. "I'm not that easy." The smirk that stretches James's lips makes heat creep throughout Steve's body. "Yeah? We'll see." ************************* Prompt: “Come here.” [updated version of previous work]
Summary: “Whales make sounds,” says Bucky, shocked. “They sing,” Steve says absently.
Summary: Moving home isn't exactly at the top of Bucky's priorities, but he doesn't have much choice after getting pulled into an embezzlement scandal by his boss. And, because the universe hates him, his childhood best friend, Steve - the one who he hasn't spoken to after a falling out seven years ago, the one he's been in love with his entire life - just moved back, too, and they're only two houses apart.
Summary: "You're… not Hal," Steve says when the stranger looks at him. He's probably close to twenty-five, the same as Steve. Tall and broad shouldered (not the same as Steve), with a head full of loose, dark brown curls. He's not wearing any kind of sweater, just a short sleeved t-shirt that seems significantly tighter than is necessary. If Steve's shirt were that tight his ribs would be visible. "Nope," the man says, leaning forward to rest one hand on the counter and hold the other out to Steve. "Bucky Barnes." -- Steve has a comfortable, well-worn routine for his Thursday nights, until the old man who runs the laundromat breaks his hip. Then Steve has Bucky instead.
Summary: Steve's first day at the flower shop, he walks into the break room to find an extremely large and muscular man having a breakdown because his dog is sick. Only an asshole wouldn't try to comfort that large and muscular man.
Summary: Bucky expresses some feelings with the help of karaoke, Asgardian mead and some bad decisions.
Summary: “Wow, you have a lot of… patriotic memorabilia around your office,” Bucky observes. “Do you, like, cosplay or something?” He chuckles before his eyes suddenly snap towards Steve. He looks back at the costumes hanging off the mannequin and then back at Steve, staring in horror as realisation dawns. “Holy shit, you’re Captain America,” Bucky says at the same time Steve replies with: “I’m not sure what cosplay is.” - aka: Bucky and Steve have a reverse Notting Hill-esque first meeting.
Summary: In which Bucky pulls a prank and then they have to make up. 1471 words + a little NSFW art for flavor
Summary: Part of my Kinktober 2022 collection. Bucky is at a gala with Steve, who looks unfairly gorgeous in his Army Blue Service Uniform. Steve knows exactly how to entertain his bored husband.
Summary: “I’m gonna tell you right now, pal, you’d sell more war bonds if you did it with the shirt off.” WHAT IF Steve's USO show arrived in Bucky's camp before his capture at Azzano? P.S. I've tagged it as 'cheating' but it's kind of not. There is only Stucky in this fic.
Summary: Bucky wasn’t gay. Bucky was a star quarterback at his high school, tall enough to bump his head on the door in the locker rooms and ripped enough to have the cheerleaders clinging onto his biceps and smile as they hope he’ll ask them out. Bucky was a fucking walking cliché – and he wasn’t gay. The kid in French class who wore skinny jeans and contoured his cheeks though, he was definitely gay. Steven, who preferred to go by Steve and liked to have his nipples played with while he was being kissed. How did Bucky know that? Well probably because he usually spent his Tuesday and Thursday afternoons behind the bleachers getting it on with pretty little Steve. Not that anybody had to know.
Summary: In the middle of an Avengers mission, Bucky gets put under some kinda lust spell and finally admits to a 80-year-strong crush on his best guy. (Also maybe next time Sam'll be a little more careful with where he sends Redwing... just saying...)
Summary: And the thing is, Steve knows Bucky isn't thrilled with what he knows so far about Project Rebirth. More than that, he knows there’s still so much more to go, a hundred things he hasn't told him, that will have to wait until they have more time, more privacy than this camp allows. But every time he closes his eyes, Steve still sees that stack of cold, stiff letters, and suddenly all he can think about is how much he doesn't want it to matter, how much he doesn't want to think about all of the things that have changed.
Summary: There’s only one photo on his Instagram account, and the night he posts it (the admin must have been off, or it never would have made it on there in the first place) it nearly crashes a server. The shot’s grainy, and slightly blurry, taken in the dark by a still-shaking hand. It’s Bucky’s hand, fingers linked with Steve’s against the mattress, both lax and lazy and barely lit with filtered dawn. Bucky had climbed half over Steve’s sleeping back to grab his phone, stayed draped over him while he took the picture -- and that alone would probably have caused a minor breakdown, because the photo is all skin, except Bucky’s metal fingers bracket a slim new ring on Steve’s hand. The caption Bucky added says, gonna get it right this time.
Summary: "Let me get this straight,” Sam says with a skeptical look. “Hydra made the Winter Soldier an underground kindergarten teacher?” Or, how Bucky is terrifying even when living out nursery rhymes. Come to read this super not serious fic, stay for the amazing art from Kay.
Summary: Steve is pretty sure he’s being haunted by his dead best friend.
Summary: Written for the Mash-up Game prompt 'Married to the Job & Sleepy Intimacy' on Tumblr.
Summary: Bucky Barnes has been broken down to nothing, and he has been pulled back together again, and this—this is the part where he lives. “Are you sure you're ready for this?” Steve asks, stroking the point of Bucky's hipbone with the pad of his thumb. He is naked and he is perfect and sometimes Bucky isn't sure that he knows how to want things anymore, but Bucky wants him.
Summary:
Steve has a secret. A very guilty secret.
Sometimes, late at night, when Bucky is fast asleep, Steve braids his hair.
Bucky doesn't know, no one knows, but Steve's never been all that great at processing guilt and, sooner or later, his secret is going to have to come out...
(Credit to bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky on tumblr for the idea)
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“So you’re telling me you picked up Mjölnir,” Tony asks, voice so flat it doesn’t even sound like a question anymore.
Bucky frowns. “Why are you saying it like that? The two of you literally just told me that Thor didn’t mind if people picked it up.”
“No, we told you that Thor didn’t mind if people touched it,” Barton counters. “There’s a difference.”
Bucky’s frown deepens. “So what, he lets people cop a feel but not pick it up?” he asks incredulously. “Is that an Asgardian thing? Does watching people touch his hammer get his rocks off?”
Summary:
Bucky fully intends for his date to this ridiculous required masquerade ball on New Year's Eve to be the cheese platter. Things work out different than he planned.
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Discreet packaging is all very well, but it only works if your bestest friend in the whole entire world doesn't shop at the same store...
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Steve is elbow deep in flour, hair falling relentlessly into his eyes, tongue sticking out in concentration, so of course this is the exact moment today's Bake Off guest judge decides to enter the tent, swaggers really, dramatic and dark in a black on black suit and sunglasses that likely cost more than Steve's car.
Steve doesn't know how this man is famous. Doesn't know why he qualifies as a guest judge. Doesn't recognise him as an important culinary figure.
He only knows he's hands down the hottest human being that Steve has ever seen in reality. And that he happens to be the only one night stand Steve has ever had.
Which happened to be last night.
And, oh shit, his caramel is about to burn...Steve is in soooo much trouble.
Summary:
There is a special word that the asset has taken to using ever since it found out about free-will.
No.
Cue Steve Rogers' unending exasperation.
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