16 Sep 2013
The progression of a relationship, through Coffee Beans and Green Tea Leaves.
Bookmarked by sorchas_swans
26 Oct 2020
08 May 2018
08 Jul 2019
Steve swallows hard, sifts through his sex-addled brain to pluck out the words that will get him what he needs. The only coherent thing rattling around up there is 'Bucky' and 'cock' and a growing sense of desperation, with a vague chaser of 'I can’t feel my hands.'
“I want my asshole boyfriend to let me get off…don’t fucking care how...”
The slap of metal connecting with overheated flesh resounds in Steve’s ears before the sting blooms across his thigh. He gasps, arching into the sharp pleasure-pain.
“If your 'asshole boyfriend' doesn’t hear you run that mouth,” Bucky rubs over the pinkened handprint rising to the surface of Steve’s skin, “you don’t get off at all.”
12 Oct 2020
Welcome to the SugarVerse - the product of my current obsession with SugarDaddy AUs.
One-shots about the (sex)life and times of CEO Steve, and his college student boyfriend Bucky.
the slow death of Steve Rogers [at the hands of the stupid, sexy, considerate stripper] by MaddieWritesStucky (Madeleine_Ward)
15 Dec 2019
Steve’s first thought is that he knows this song.
His second thought is little more than a stream of expletives, as the male embodiment of Fuck Me walks out onto the stage. Although, ‘walk’ seems an entirely inappropriate word…the man struts, stalks, and all at once the frenzied reaction of the crowd makes perfect sense.
If Steve had known this was about to make an entrance, he’d have been screaming for it too.
In which Steve Rogers is promised a night of highly-skilled dance performance, and gets exactly that...just not in the way he expected.