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Hey yeah please write de-stressing in Clints bathroom sex

Nat’s standing outside in a bathrobe when Steve gets out, toweling off his hair. She smirks, even though she’s tired. “Well, if I’d’ve known it was you in there,” she says, “I would’ve joined you.” 

“Save some money on the water bill,” Steve agrees, and passes her to sit on the bed, tugging on his t-shirt.

“I’m serious,” Natasha says after a moment, and Steve looks up at her.

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do you ever think about Steve pressing himself up to the glass of his shower so his tits are on display - even tho he's got blush blooming over his neck and chest - just to get Bucky worked up enough to join him (not that he needs much convincing)

“Hey,” Bucky says, when he comes into the bathroom.

“Christ,” Steve hisses, and over the shower yells, “Were you raised in a barn? Shut the door, it’s cold as balls.” 

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what does bucky usually do after he witnesses steve and tony banter it up

“Buck, what’s –?” 

“Yeah, you better say my name,” Bucky says, and in one second between the bathroom door slamming shut behind them and the next he has a hand on Steve’s ass and the other shoved up his shirt, his hot mouth dragging down Steve’s neck. 

“Buck, what – fuck!” Steve yelps, when his teeth sink in. “Bucky, Jesus fucking shit –” 

“You want this?” Bucky demands of him, sweet and low and mean. “You want this, baby doll? You want it in you?” 

“Bucky,” Steve breathes, bowled over, “Christ.” 

“Say it. Say it. Out loud.” 

“I want it,” Steve says, low too. “I want it. Yes. Yes, Bucky, I want it.”

“What do you want?” 

Steve flushes. Bucky twists his nipple. “You in me,” Steve says in a rush. “Oh, Buck. Christ. What’s gotten into you?” 

“Say it again.” 

“I want you in me,” Steve breathes, and Bucky smashes their mouths together.   

will we get a birthday fic today??

“Maybe,” Bucky says, grinning.

“I told you, you didn’t –” 

“Have to, yeah, yeah, Rogers, whatever. I got you something anyway. A whole lot of somethings, actually, but how about you come over here first and–” 

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I know you get a ton of messages, but i had to share. My friend's boyfriend is really honest sexter? And when my friend showed me some of the texts, I INSTANTLY THOUGHT OF STEVE AND BUCKY. And??? Why?? Because of you. Some texts were like "I miss your cute nipples" and "Tell your asshole I miss it, so it won't forget about me" and stuff like "Please show me your tongue right now". And my friend was just so smitten. This is how Bucky texts Steve, I AM SURE OF IT. Shamelessly honest.

“Who are you talking to?” 

“What?” Steve asks, guilty. “No one. Uh, Twitter.” 

Stark’s eyebrows raise, amused. “You’re talking to Twitter,” he says. “Is this like how you say you read the internet? Are you tweeting people you shouldn’t be tweeting? Are you tweeting someone from Fox News? Can I see? You should show me. I have seriously improved at public relations.” 

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lmao Bucky wishing to get a bit of sleep bc Steve always wants it reminds me of this video where a dog was sprawled on the floor and this cat kept rubbing its body all over the poor dog's neck and then actually sat on the dog's face and if that's not an accurate depiction of Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes' sex life, I don't know what is.

Even when he sleeps, Jesus fucking Christ. 

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Steve/Rumlow prompt, you say? How about the sweet blushing subby Steve you write so well being coaxed into increasingly degrading things by his We're Totally Not Boyfriends That Would Be Gay, Cap.

“Fuck,” Rumlow bites, pressing his forehead to Steve’s’ back. “How you stay so tight when you’re always lettin’ me shove things up in you?”

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what are ur feelings on bucky spanking steve and not even bothering to come up with a ~reason for it, he just likes to watch that cute little ass jiggle and turn as red as the rest of steve (feel free 2 turn this into a prompt if you wish)

“Hey.”

“Why you always gotta bug me when I’m fixing food, huh? Guy’s gotta eat,” Steve chides, smiling to himself anyway. 

“I’m not buggin’ you! Look, am I bugging you?” Bucky takes his hands off him for about five seconds, but then he’s up behind him again, grabbing greedy and a little mean at Steve’s hips, his nose in Steve’s neck, making all the hairs there stand up. 

So Steve just gives the sandwich up entirely, strips his shirt off, and drops it to the ground.

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so what if you wrote that steve/nat fic tho

“Hey.” 

Steve blinks twice, surprised, his hand still on the knob. “Hey, Nat.” 

She leans against the doorframe, a slight tiny furrow in her brow. “You look tense.” 

“No, I’m fine,” Steve lies, and then says, “Well, no, you’re right. It’s been – it’s been a long day.” 

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STEVE SITTING ON BUCKY'S FACE. Y/N?

He’s awake before Steve’s out of the shower, but he stays in bed and stretches and scratches at his belly anyway, waiting. Steve’s left coffee for him on the bedside table. He gulps it down even though it burns; he likes it. Eventually the shower shuts off and Steve comes out, just a towel around his waist, pink all over and dripping water. The air in there is hot and the steam spills out behind him. Bucky doesn’t care; his showers are scalding, too. 

“Mornin’,” Steve says.

“Get over here,” Bucky replies. 

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Oh god I live for Steve and Bucky acting like the 20somthing they are together, loving junk food, and doing stupid things (like the time they made a sex tape and mistakenly shared it with all the avengers... and by mistakenly I mean totally on purpose because Bucky's probably a bit of an exhibitionist too, like "LOOK, LOOK AT MY BABYDOLL, ISN'T HE GORGEOUS? AND HE'S ALL MINE, NO YOU CAN'T HAVE HIM HAHAHA")

“Look, I don’t fucking know, it’s just broken – sorry,” Cap says, catching himself. “God. Just take a look at it for me, okay? And don’t make any jokes.” 

“Oh, don’t worry, I won’t. I mean, I won’t because I can’t choose between the one about your uncommonly massive hamburger-hands being unable to handle – hah – my delicate technology –” 

“Stark –” 

“And the most obvious, classic choice for a joke; aged like fine bourbon, or, come to think of it, you yourself –” 

“The one about how I’m a fossil, got it. You do know I’m actually twenty-six, right?” 

Tony ignores this, flipping Cap’s phone around in his hand. Romanoff agrees with him that the old man jokes are funny, and really, isn’t that all that matters? “So did you try turning it off and then –” 

“Fuck you.” 

“What’s that again?” 

“Thanks,” Cap says, grinding his teeth. “Thank you, Stark.” 

“Hey, it’s no problem; I aim to help. I’ll give you a ring when it’s done, shouldn’t take long.” 

“I do appreciate it.” 

“I know.” 

Tony flips the StarkTech device around in his hand, plugs it in to the display, and distantly hears Cap walk away.

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Do you ever think about the fact the thor can probably most likely definitely pick steve up like nothing -- hold him up against the wall with steve's legs wrapped tight around his waist, his arms loose around thor's neck as he kisses him wetly, eyes fluttering and moaning from the tenderness of it. And all thor can do is support steve's weight with one arm under his ass and a large hand clamped around steve's throat, trying to keep him still, trying to taste more of his cherry red mouth...

“Friend Rogers,” Thor says, “Are you inebriated?” 

The year might be 2012, the Dodgers might have moved to California, and computers might fit in your hand, but none of this means that Steve Rogers got drunk for the first time in three years on two sips of his teammate’s Asgardian moonshine.

“Oh my God,” Steve slurs, offended. “No. I’m just tipsy.” 

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If you're still taking prompts? Honestly, Bucky referring to Steve's pecs as tits and his briefs as panties really Does Things to me. I didn't think I'd dig feminization or humiliation, but the light way you do it really strikes a chord with me because of the way he BLUSHES, Christ; it's the edge of humiliation that does it. So I'd really like to prompt a heavy humiliation kink with a side of feminization. If, uh, that's ok.

Bucky kicks off his boots and toes off his socks at the door, and then he peels off his gloves and his tac gear, and lets it clatter onto the tile. Pick it up later. He runs a hand through his hair, short again on account of all the ops he’s been running – practical – and rounds into the kitchen, scrubbing at some dried blood on his face.

Steve turns to look at him, already back into civvies, just because his debrief was shorter. He’s one shower closer to normal than Bucky. “Hey,” he says, offering up a tired smile. “Got dinner in the microwave. You good?” 

“I love it when you cook, sweetheart.” Bucky drags up the tease from somewhere deep in his exhausted body; what can he say, Steve just makes him smile. “Where’s your apron, huh?” 

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