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It's so funny to me how vampires won't leave steve alone like man can catch a break.
Steve got 99 problems and vampires are like 98 of them💫
In the comics, when he was getting hounded yet again for a bite, Steve even said, "Do you know how many vampires Hitler had in his army? This is literally why I started wearing armor!"
Which highly suggests that he wouldn't be wearing armor if it there hadn't been any vampires👀. He could have been running around in booty shorts and a crop top, but no those pesky vampires had to ruin it for everyone else😔😒
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👫 + nero
four headcanons; no longer accepting || @starmyth
☀ Ozy cares little for Rome for, well, reasons, but this is not to say that he has any kind of dislike towards Nero. Her extravagant way of holding herself amuses him a great deal, the Emperor easily drawing in the eyes of others towards her form as she speaks in the most grandiose of ways with hands outstretched and passion burning in her very aura. If the color red could have an actual physical form, that form would probably be Nero. There is certainly a sense of respect towards her for her showmanship that much is for certain.
☀ He is rather fond of her fashion just as she is rather fond of his, and thus, as a result, they tend to have discussions over such things. It is not on a frequent basis, but more of a ‘when the mood hits’ kind of deal with the both of them. Such is fine, though. They are creatures of whim, so it is to be expected. Even if there are things they may disagree with, they seem to have a similar taste when it comes to clothing (not so much decorations, sadly).
☀ They both seem to have a rather deep appreciation for horses as well as chariot races. However, they can tell when someone has mistreated their steeds even in races themselves. If they notice something amiss, they are unapologetic about calling out the rider in question and showing their displeasure even if said rider is the victor in that race. There is a limit to which horses should be pushed, and neither will allow mistreatment of such glorious beasts under their watch.
☀ Ozy has made it rather clear that despite liking Nero’s coliseum event with all the rose petals flying in the air and the grand battles, he fully intends on making something far more grand than even this. “It will be in the colors of Egypt!” or so he says. In actuality, he has no idea what would be planned for ‘his’ time to shine. Regardless, he intends on besting her with something ten times more memorable in his opinion, and Nero finds it amusing that he would even think anything could top the glory of what Rome has to offer.
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"this is ... a cell phone?' ( arsene lupin )
unprompted. always accepting.
he couldn’t even laugh at the question; he would feel bad. of course the thief wouldn’t know about cell phones. after all he was born way before they were even invented. thus instead of mocking the other or giving him a weird glance did ren show arsene the phone more properly.
“ you’re correct on that, ” the teenager notes as he turns on the screen. “ you can not only call people with it, but too send messages. it has also maps like maps, a weather forecast and more. quite handy, isn’t it? ”
#starmyth#❥ ` .& in character┊( behind mock ceremony of your grief lurked the burlesque instinct of the ham. )#❥ ` .& ask┊( you never altered your amused belief that life was a mere monumental sham. )#❥ ` .& v.canon┊( in the circus tent of a hurricane designed by a drunken god. )
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⛔ ( toko )
Send “⛔“ to encounter my muse after they’ve had a meltdown! accepting.
she felt sick to the very bones. having awakened this evening after chika confirmed her the news of koyomi’s official death left her feeling like a failure. the gaze of yomi afterwards was harsher to her; she had left their younger sibling die and had to feign she was alright for hours.
shito had recommended her going outside. never had she been so glad it started to rain once she managed to step out of the hotel. not only was it soothing, but too did it hide the tears that had crawled over her face and touched the ground.
michiru had been standing here for an hour before she hears footsteps approach her. she blinks, looks up and sees it is toko. her deep frown had changed into a fake smile perfected with years.
“ AH HELLO TOKO-CHAN, ” she says with a soft voice.
#starmyth#✧ i. ` .♡ in character┊❪ the girl that is and was and everything inbetween. ❫#✧ i. ` .♡ ask┊❪ am i the wolf or the savior? ❫#✧ v. ` .♡ canon┊❪ do not go gentle into that good night. ❫
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Please imagine the team meeting to convince steve to where that shirt like he was probably wondering why they didn't have nat talk to the vampire
"Wait, you want me to wear it?" Steve gapes around the room, eyes as wide as dinner plates.
"Well, duh," Clint says, "Who else here has the figure for it?"
Steve's eyes immediately flicker towards Natasha, who's idly painting her nails like today is any ordinary day. Like there aren't a bunch of vampires spreading chaos through the city. Like one of them doesn't have to go talk to their leader and convince them to leave.
He's pleading her with his eyes, knowing she knows he's doing it even though she's not looking. There's no way he can do this. There's no way he could get into that outfit, walk up to a vampire lord and convince them to leave without it ending in a fight - or worse.
"Steve," Natasha says, finally looking up, "It's not about who has a better body, it's about who has better blood. Your blood is valued over all of ours together. Especially Bruce, no offense."
Bruce shrugs, a light smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "None taken. I'm glad my blood is poison. Never have to worry about vampires!"
Lucky duck. Steve is green of jealousy, and he's not in any way ashamed to admit it. While Bruce's blood is poison, his is like crack, or whatever drug is most addicting these days. It's everything vampires want and more.
"And besides," Tony adds, pushing the cloth towards him from across the table, "Your golden, supple, freckled, beautiful Irish skin is irresistible. Nat could go out naked, but they'd still cast her aside for a fully dressed you."
Steve pouts a little, trying to look as sad and mournful as possible, hoping at least one of them takes pitty on him, but they don't. They just look back at him, expectantly. Natasha is painting her nails again.
"Fine," he huffs, tugging the off-shoulder top closer to himself. The yellow-orange fabric is surprisingly soft, and he has to admit the floral pattern is pretty. He's just not sure how it will look on him.
"Don't forget the shorts," Clint helpfully reminds him.
Steve glares at him.
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Anon this is amazing kdkfjdgfjfbdrkfdk. Steve is all jealous of everyone else who doesn't have crack for blood, and Nat is calmly painting her nails but inside she's super relieved she doesn't have to go.
And then when Steve arrives to the vampire lord? He's let in and offered a seat immediately, preferably one as close to the lord as possible. Preferably on their lap. Steve is nervous the whole ride through, worried they'll jump and bite him. They don't, though.
The entire evening, he's under the protection of the lord, who, to their credit, keeps their hands to themselves fairly nicely. There's a few lingering touches, a few hopeful glances, and Steve keeps seeing flashes of pointy fangs poking out between blood red lips, but he's relatively safe.
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"What would it take for you and your kin to leave?" Steve asks, trying not to think too much about how close they're sitting. About how small he feels beneath the towering creature of the night.
The lord grins, long fangs now on full display, and Steve suppresses a shiver. "Why don't we discuss that in my room, I'll have the servants bring out some wine..."
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sub!steve dom!bucky >>>>> would u agree? btw i love all ur fics!! take care!
Oh DEFINITELY
I can understand what people find appealing about dom!Steve and sub!Bucky, but I myself have never really felt for it. I mean... I’m not very sure why exactly, but whenever I see Steve Rogers I just go like Heck yeah, you superb subby bottom.
And I just really like the idea of Steve being the one taken care of. I like the idea of him being able to rest and let go for a moment in his life. Steve always takes so much responsibly on his shoulders, from in The First Avenger thinking that he has got to stop the war all by himself, to sacrificing himself for the good of others, to immediately stepping up to lead a team that doesn’t want to be led a mere two weeks after he came out of the ice...
In The Winter Soldier we see him struggling with his life, with a lack of control. Time and time again, he’s shown that his own choices aren’t his own, or they aren’t his to make, he gives up part of his freedom to serve what he thinks is the greater good, but turns out to be... the opposite. He’s paraded around like a puppet, by SHIELD, by HYDRA, by the US army, it won’t stop. He puts his faith and trust into people time and time again, only to find a knife in his back the second he lets down his guard.
I like sub!Steve, because in a Dom/sub relationship, it’s all about trust and having faith in the other. He can sub, because he trusts Bucky to never hurt him, to not let him down like others have, to not leave or betray him, and he needs that in his life. Steve really needs that trust. Steve needs his trust in people, because that’s what his whole belief is made of, that’s what makes him going even when everyone he ever knew and loved was gone.
Steve is all about trust in others, and I’m actually scared to think about what would happen if he loses that.
With Bucky, he won’t. Bucky is his foundation, his source of strength. With Bucky, he can let go of being the leader, of being the Captain America that everyone wants him to be. He can trust, he can rest, he can put down the shield, take off the mask and just be Steve Rogers.
With Bucky, he doesn’t need to be the leader, the bigger man, the big great Captain America. Bucky has always known him as Steve Rogers, and that’s why I think Bucky would make a really good top. Bucky knows Steve, and no matter the body that Steve’s in, no matter what he looks like, Bucky knows what Steve needs, and he is in the position to give it to him.
And also, Bucky has suffered many years at the hands of torturers and manipulations. He has had his autonomy stripped away, his will, his choice, his memories. I think taking care of Steve is like a practice of responsibility and decision making for him. To have someone to care for may be just what’s good for him. To be the one to make some decisions for another, to make sure they’re alright, I think that would be good for Bucky.
I think Bucky wouldn’t really enjoy having a Dom, because with Domming it’s often about orders and someone else taking control. I don’t think Bucky is in the right head space for that. He needs to have that control back, and with Steve, he has that. He can feel what it’s like to have control over himself, to make decisions for himself.
He can also make decisions for Steve, take responsibility for him in the shared space of their house. He doesn’t have to be afraid he hurts Steve or that he does something wrong, because Steve trusts him, and Steve knows him. They know each other.
Sorry for the major ramble, I was just really getting into it XD
But... if you want more canon evidence, look at this gif right here:
The main giveaway for me was that the moment the woman tightens her grip on his tie, giving it a little tug, his head perks up, he stops rambling and stuttering, he just goes silent, gazing up from under his lashes, waiting, lips parted, a little surprised, a little curious.
That was subby as hell.
And thank you!! I’m really happy you like the fics, that warms my heart💖 Take care you too, Nonnie!
#asking starmyth#sub steve#sub steve rogers#sub steve rights#top bucky#dom bucky#dom bucky barnes#stucky#stucky au
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Your mandalorian AU Steve is going to promise to keep his eyes shut and ask for a kiss isn't he?
I don’t know what you’re talking about, Nonnie, I would neeeeeeeever do anything like that🥺
(read below😇)
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“Close your eyes, and do not open them until I tell you so.”
Was that a challenge? Steve leaned back a little, eyes sweeping up and down the appearance standing at the other side of the fire, not too far away. Though he felt tempted to speak up and ask him more questions, to annoy him with a mindless babble and push and pull until the very end of James’ patience, Steve cast one last look on the helmet before he did what was asked of him.
His eyes fluttered closed, and the world went dark. All the specks of the late night sky, the flickering of the flames and all lanterns were gone, not a wisp of light to be found, and it was thrilling in more way than one. Though he never liked to keep his eyes closed if not for sleep, especially around others, it was not fear bleeding from his pounding heart as the footsteps approached.
Right before his feet, that was where the steps stopped. There was not a graze of fingers, not the smallest brush of fabric of skin, but still Steve could feel him, as if he had embraced him with more than his earthly form. It was a kind of warmth and energy radiating from the other’s body, like a tangible aura not to be missed skimming the bare skin of his arms, leaving goosebumps in its wake.
It was not sure if it was his brain compensating for his lack of sight, working all the other senses, dialing them up to their higher forms as to try and complete the picture, even when there was only darkness in front of him. His skin caught the warmth from another body, his nose the leather and metal of clothing not his and the ashes of the campfire, and his ears the breathing and even, perhaps, the faint beating of a second heart. A click then reached him, the echo of metal following. Louder puffs of air spun up; Steve knew James had taken off his helmet, and his breath caught in his throat.
His mind whirled like a storm, thousands of faces from his past coming forth to try and match with the little he was given.
A hot breath like a desert wind ghosted across his lips, the oh so light brush of the tip of a nose against his own before it retreated, and Steve could not move. He sat frozen in place, perched on his own log, eyes closed and his head tilted back as if all by itself, like it knew what was going to happen and it wanted nothing more.
“You sure you want this?” the husky whisper of James’ voice asked, words and breath flowing across his lips like the waves of an ocean, “When you open your eyes it will only be my helmet that you see.”
Steve nodded faintly, head bobbing forward half an inch, trying, feeling. There was a graze of something soft, something so close and all there for him to take. He released a bit of baited breath himself, a shudder working up his frame and along came an almost pitiful noise as he had to keep himself contained. A hand came up to stroke his jaw, almost in response, as if it tried to soothe his inner turmoil of want want want and need need need.
“I do not need to see to be sure,” Steve whispered back, “For it is my heart that knows what is right.”
Any other words he may have dared to utter had no chance to leave his mouth, for it was soon to occupied with the second piece that slotted against his own like a puzzle. It was a kiss like he had not shared many, so alike and yet so different. It was not an explosion of stars, of sparks in his belly or anything as such, it was familiar in a way only those of past lives could ever feel.
His mother had told him often of the stories, of people so familiar despite never having met before, sharing a connection difficult to match with any other. Family, friends, lovers, like they had been something before, separated by time and mortality, only to find each other in a new life.
The feeling of James’ lips on his own, touching so softly in a movement so exploring, capturing his bottom one and nipping it gently, the tip of his tongue darting out to lick the poor lip as if to soothe it. Steve moved back, only just able to keep his hands on the wood he was sitting on, tilting his head back a little further and parting his lips in an invitation, but James did not take it.
“Let us hope your heart is right,” James said, pressing his lips to the corner of Steve’s mouth, slowly, softly, but almost as if to say goodbye, before he pulled back. “For the sake of us both.”
The same little sound as before - click - spun up at his ears, and Steve counted a few more seconds in his head before he opened his eyes. James was now standing much closer, but it did not matter much, as his face was once again hidden by the firm wall of metal, and all he saw was the Beskar Helmet he had grown to hold so dearly.
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#stucky au#stucky#my writing#the mandalorian au#mandalorian bucky barnes#marvel mandalorian au#marvel au#star wars stucky au#steve x bucky#bucky x steve#stevebucky#buckysteve#steve rogers#bucky barnes#asking starmyth#I just love this okay
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lmao i was going to ask if it was all good if i wrote steve being a honeypot for vampires but then i noticed your pinned post (will definitely give you credit whenever i post dw!!) and i was just wondering if you’d want to be told when i’m done or if you just want to be credited from afar?
!!!!!! Honeypot Steve yessss!!!!!!
Thank you so much for asking, that's really sweet💕 I would absolutely entirely really really like to see the end result!! I'm really curious to what you make of it👀
So yes!!! I would really like to be told!!
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OKAY I JUST CAME ACROSS YOUR STUCKY PIECE WITH STEVE ACCIDENTALLY SUMMONING DEMON!BUCKY AND I NEEDED TO COME SCREAM AT YOU ABOUT HOW GREAT IT WAS AND HOW WEAK I AM FOR IT AND THAT IF YOU EVER DECIDED TO EXPAND ON THAT STORY I WILL 100% BE BACK TO SCREAM SOME MORE
!!!!!!!!! Boo!!!!
Lemme tell you, I’ve been thinking about it for so long to continue that!!! But I never really knew what kind of turn to take with the story! So I’ve been thinking about what to respond, will I won’t I? But then suddenly @book-dragon-13 just comes onto my post and drops this in my lap:
“I can just imagine- demon Bucky realizing while helping Steve study that the man does not take care of himself properly. So Bucky decides, since Steve summoned Bucky and studying was just not a full use of the deal that Steve used, that helping him get healthier will be the trick”
And!!!!! I love it!!!
Steve would be that ‘ride or die’ student, and he hates messing things up. I’m talking about the kind of student who puts too much pressure on themselves, studies for days straight, tried to force it all into their head, then silently screams and nearly burst into tears because it’s too much, I can’t do this. But they (wo)man up because they don’t have time to wallow in self-pity!! They need to study!!
So, the Latin exam goes so-so, but still acceptable, only Steve panics again because he’ll need to compensate this lower grade. If he gets low here, he’ll have to score high on his other tests, or he’ll flunk and die in a ditch! So right away, he goes studying again.
In the meanwhile, Bucky’s seen the test after Steve made it, he’s got 71/100, which would just make it a C. It’s still a passing grade, somewhere in the middle, nothing wrong with, and he’ll get other tests to work that up. So Bucky, with his easy-going demon demeanor, goes back to Steve’s room to sit in Steve’s chair and kick up his legs onto the desk, satisfied with himself that even though they only had a few hours, he still got Steve to that C. A neat C! That’s just fine.
You see, Bucky thinks they’re going to celebrate, that’s what he sticks around for at first. He doesn’t expect a bottle of champagne or anything, but maybe some cake? A beer? Lemonade? But then comes Steve. And no, Steve is not carrying any cake, beer or lemonade with him. Instead, he’s carrying panic and stress. Bucky tries to calm him down (Steve looks up shocked Bucky’s even still there), but once Steve hears he’s got a C, he rushes to get his books for the next test and immediately starts to summarize them. Bucky’s just sitting there, like
While Steve starts studying for his next exam.
He thinks, well okay then, guess my work here is done! So he stands up and says, “You still have to pay me, sweetheart. I’ll be back in three days for the cake, kay?”
Steve just grunts something back, flipping the page without even looking up. Bucky shrugs, and leaves.
Three days later, all Steve has with him are deep, dark purple bags under his eyes, his hair is in disarray, his hands are trembling, and there are energy drink cans scattered all around the room, and Steve is still studying. The next test isn’t even until next week and Steve looks like he’s been ran over by a truck that then decided to put the gear in reverse and run him over again!
“There’s you’re cake,” Steve says, again barely even looking up from his books as he points at the bed. Bucky looks, and there is a box of cake tied in a sloppy, red bow. “Thanks for helping me back then, I appreciate it.”
That’s when Bucky decides that he’s not done helping just yet.
Cue Bucky dragging Steve off to take a shower, and put on some clean clothes for hell’s sake! He suggests Steve takes a nap, but Steve refuses and says he has to study, which eventually ends in Steve napping with his head in Bucky’s lap, because Bucky is a demon and way more powerful than some college student.
I can just imagine Steve being, like, the Angel on your shoulder, telling you to do good and to study all you can, but Bucky is the Demon on your shoulder, telling you to have fun and break some rules once in your life.
This has also ended in Bucky getting frustrated and just resulting to grabbing Steve, throwing the kid over his shoulder, and carrying him off outside (he may or may not have also taken that opportunity to grab Steve’s ass, but that’s a story for another time ;)
Then there are Steve’s friends, who see this guy just constantly hanging around Steve, dragging him off outside, practically living in Steve’s room, and they wonder who that even is and how he’s got so much free time. When Bucky turns out to be a demon, there’s shock, because Steve you don’t sell your soul for extra study points are you mad!!!!
But Bucky’s not doing it for Steve’s soul, he’s doing it for ‘cake’.
Of course Natasha immediately knows that stands for ‘sex’, but she keeps quiet. Maybe Steve will finally get laid.
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Okay this was more fun than expected lmaooo. I’ll see if I can fit it in my schedule somewhere. Maybe I’ll write it, but I’m not sure yet.
Cheers💖
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STILL NOT OVER YOUR NEIGHBORS AU 😭😭💖💖
IS IT THE ONE WHERE STEVE RIPS A LOG IN HALF??? BECAUSE SAME.
Just kinda wrote a little thing for it, boo, don’t mind me...
---Okay I started in my usual style with just the cute description of Bucky arriving and checking out Steve, but then I tried to summarize what would happen after and it got SO HORNY. Like I went from “Oh nature, what a beautiful man this is” to “Bucky wants to grind endlessly on Steve’s lap”.
I mean, what can I say? Bucky is just horny for Steve and so am I.
Okay, so: Bucky driving out to a quiet village to be around nature more, to reinvent himself, to relax and get his mind straight. The last couple of months had really send him over the edge, and he could no longer stand to be in the city that never sleeps. After a lot of manipulation and mind games of people he thought were his friends, he made up his mind and packed his stuff. He wanted to break out of that, get far away to somewhere the life would agree with him more.
When his car pulled up on the other side of the pebble-filled road, the small stones scrunching beneath the tires, he could feel the warmth of the sun on his skin, and when he stepped out, the rustling noises of nothing but nature surrounded him at once. He almost felt guilty for obscuring the sound of birds tweeter, crickets chirping and the wind blowing through the canopy of trees with the roaring of his car.
He got his stuff from the trunk; two suitcases and a stuffed backpack. The house came with furniture included, so there was no need for a moving van or all that mess. He could move in immediately. It was a small house, but he liked it already; though he supposed the mosquitoes that had attacked him already would be of great annoyance to him. Truth be told, Bucky wasn’t much of an outdoors person. But his mother had told him it would be good to get out for once. To just try something new.
Walking up to his house, he stopped in his tracks once he caught sight of a moving blur. He looked at his side, over the low fence to the other garden. There was a man there, walking out of his own house leisurely. Bucky cocked his head to the side, frowning a little as he watched the man grab something from his porch, before he strolled towards the pile of wood that was lying in the center of his garden. The man raised his hands and the ax, and then took a swing at the wood, huge biceps flexing and showing with a glimmer of golden skin.
He must have been doing it for a while, because Bucky could see the tight shirt he was wearing stick to his skin, adjusting to every bump and... and every curve of that man’s body. The man had thick strands of blonde hair, and a body that could make a Greek god jealous.
What Bucky could see were impossibly long legs that the man used to strut around so carelessly. The proportion of the blond’s broad shoulders to his narrow, tapered waist were drool-worthy, to say the least, and the way he swayed his hips when he moved should be illegal. The man was wearing a short-sleeved, blue shirt that showed the contours of muscular arms that worked to swing the ax, and Bucky wanted to run his hands across it, slipping beneath the shirt that should not be there. The blond was wearing a pair of jeans that reached to his ankles, showing off all the curves, the outlines of his thighs, and a peachy-firm ass that Bucky would not mind grabbing whenever he’d bend over like that, to grab a piece of wood.
Just as Bucky thought of calling out, walking closer to make himself known, the man took the piece of wood in hand and ripped the thing in two with his bare hands. Like that, Bucky started to imagine what other things those strong hands could do.
Licking his lips, Bucky’s hand tightened around the handle of his suitcase, thumb rubbing across the grip a little, and he shifted on his feet, pressing his thighs together just slightly as he kept staring at the blond hunk that was chopping wood like it was a porn movie, and he was going for an Oscar. If it’d been up to Bucky, he would get one. Like right now.
Oh, if only this man had a co-star to finish that movie with.
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Or basically, Steve is the big strong neighbor chopping wood and doing all the super manly stuff, and then Bucky comes along and suddenly it’s not just wood anymore that Steve wants to split in half.
I’m thinking they’re both very interested, but in different ways. Like it’s Bucky who comes over and grabs Steve’s ass, whines for more attention, gets into the dirty stuff really quickly, and wants his kisses, but it’s Steve who uses those big hands of his to just grab every part of Bucky that he wants, lifting him up against his chest so Bucky can curl those legs of his around Steve’s waist so Steve can just shamelessly have his hands on Bucky’s ass, hips and back. Or Steve sets Bucky on the kitchen counter, on a log, on a table, anything that reaches high enough for them so Bucky can run his hands through Steve’s hair, on his neck, throat, shoulders, pecks (mostly his pecks, probably).
Like Bucky would have a thing for Steve’s big hands that can rip a log in half, but Steve has a thing for Bucky’s hips and waist (and everything between ;), and he just loves how Bucky can curl his legs around Steve’s waist. Bucky would be taking every excuse to just straddle Steve’s lap, and though Steve had been unsure what to do at first, it would come to him very naturally after that. It started with Steve just murmuring praise and soft things, saying how Bucky’s such a pretty boy, which turned to heavy make-out sessions, and eventually Steve pulling his baby close so that Bucky could grind on him, get closer and closer, and Steve would bite softly at Bucky’s lips, then mark up the soft skin of Bucky’s neck, and really, feeling Bucky get needier and needier against him was just undefeated.
Like Steve’s not very familiar with this kind of relationships, and it’s very new to him to just have a pretty boy in his lap, grinding his thigh and telling him where to kiss and what to grab, but Steve’s a real natural. Once he gets on track it goes from nervously just massaging Bucky’s hips and skimming along his thighs, kissing him softly and gentle, and asking, “Is that okay? A-am I doing it right? Are you supposed to make that noise?!”
To something more like: Steve making Bucky grind on his thigh, working himself up to the climax, just so that Steve can grab him and hold him still, denying him that what Bucky wants, relishing in watching Bucky whine and squirm and trying to buck his hips to get that friction back, and all Steve says is, “Such a sweet mess, aren’t you, darling’? Wan’ me to kiss those lips all red? Huh? Tell me what you want, baby. Want to grind against my thigh until you cum, moaning and begging like the sweet little slut you always are for me? Is that what you want? Tell me baby, wan’ me to grab that cute lil’ waist of yours and just hold you down until I say you can cum? Hm? Is that what you want?”
And yeah, that’s exactly what Bucky wants.
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Ok I am so sorry if this isn’t what you meant, but it’s really all I could think of.
#asking starmyth#ask#stucky#stucky neighbor au#neighbor au#stucky au#stucky smutt#I tried my best okay#I just couldn't decide who was the sub#both I think#both is good#switch?#steve rogers#bucky barnes
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Do you have a favorite AU? It could be a specific post or a general type. I personally love Demon AUs and Crime AUs.
Ohhh I LOVE this question!!!
Alright, strap in, boo, this’ll be a ride.
It really depends on my mood what I like the most, because that changes every so often, like a Dancer AU, Neighbor AU, Royalty AU, High School AU, Collage AU, but, overall there are a few I just can’t get enough of:
Mermaid/Pirate AU: I don’t know why, but I’m fascinated by mermaids. I’ve watched the H2O series so much in my childhood, and I’m often still watching episodes. I featured Bucky Barnes as the Pirate Captain, and some other characters (like Natasha, Sam, Clint and Wanda) as his crew. Steve, naturally, is the pretty mermaid, and, gasp, he gets caught in a net!!! Steve completely panics, as the land people are not known for their friendliness against those of Mer, but Bucky just calms him and cuts him loose, to then return him to the sea.
Later, when Bucky’s ship gets attacked by the Hydra, Bucky was thrown overboard and left to drown- but Steve rescues him! Que Steve helping Bucky to get back his ship.
Mafia/fighter (or: Crime) AU: I’m writing a long fic on AO3 about that at the moment. I have a thing for Mafia Boss Bucky Barnes. I just like him being a dangerous man, known not to tolerate failure and disobedience, but then Steve the gorgeous sunflower shows up, and Bucky wants him close. Steve is the fighter, in this scenario. He is forced to participate in Ring Fighting for years, and just can’t get out.
The thing I like about this AU is that Steve is overall pretty vulnerable, but he’s also trained and enhanced, so he could snap bones at any moment. He finds it really hard to find balance between trying to avoid all conflict, and just punching the hell out of the people who are threatening him. And Bucky’s just really caring and calls him cute nicknames.
Demon AU (!!!): doesn’t matter what kind. Bucky being a demon is the shit. Steve can be another demon, a human or an angel, I often switch between the three. There’s just something alluring about Bucky being considered dangerous, evil and untrustworthy, but him putting a lot on the line just for Steve.
Demon AU - Alternatively: An Angel and a Demon walk into a bar. One’s got eyes like ice floating on the ocean, growing his hair long so that it obscures part of his face, and his clothes are as dark as the night. The other has eyes like summer skies, hair like golden strands right out of myths of old, and he’s wearing jeans and blue plaid. Many mistake darkness for the demon, but little do they know that the boy with the halo for hair would tear anyone apart who would come for his friend. (Basically: Steve looks like a sweet summer child, but he’s actually the demon and Bucky is the angel).
Magic/Medieval/Royalty AU: a mix of these. I don’t know exactly which it belongs to, but something about prince/king Bucky, and a magical forest nymph Steve just... ughhhh, I love it too much!
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So like, I just read one of ur fics on ao3 and it was so good!! You actually made me cry a lot, had a bit of a breakdown that I apparently needed, and I promptly adopted Steve in the fic. I just wanted to say thank you for writing such beautiful stories :’))) sometimes reading ur stories are the bright spots of my day :DD
Awww nonnie!!! You’re too sweet!!🥺💖
I’m so happy you enjoyed the fic, even if it made you cry. And your amazing response is now making me tear up! I’m very glad that you like them so much, and I’ll surely continue to write them!💖
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Seconding on that love!! You rock and I'm here for all the content you're ready to share with us 👏🏻💖
Oh sweets🥺, that’s so kind of you, and I really, really needed that, so appreciate it so much you took your time to write me a message💖
I’m so glad you enjoy the content I put out. I’m always a little hesitant, hoping that my enthusiasm is shared by the people who see my posts, and it’s amazing to hear that it is!
I hope you’ll enjoy my future content as much as you enjoy it now 💖
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SENDING YOU LOTS OF LOVE AND KISSES ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ i'm a fan of your aus so much you have no idea they are so wonderful!!!
You’re too sweet!!!! Ahh!! I’m so glad you enjoy them!! And thank you so much for letting me know, that’s really sweet ❤️
Lots of love from me too ❤️ ❤️
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🛌 ( nero )
Nonverbal RP Starters. not accepting. 🛌 Crawl under the covers with my muse.
it felt colder than usual. ren hadn’t known why it was like that. mayhaps it was because of the fatigue. the master of mash had asked for an intense training session and as a senpai ren felt responsible in teaching him how to work his magic codes better.
he lets out a big yawn as he steps into his bed. the covers were quickly pulled over him. “ … ? ” ren felt someone lift up one half of the sheets. it didn’t take a genius to guess who it is. in response to it ren shuffled closer to nero and wrapped an arm around it.
he’d snap his fingers and the lights went off. ren would give the blonde a kiss on the forehead before saying: “ goodnight nero; sweet dreams. ”
#starmyth#❥ ` .& in character┊( behind mock ceremony of your grief lurked the burlesque instinct of the ham. )#❥ ` .& ask┊( you never altered your amused belief that life was a mere monumental sham. )#❥ ` .& v.fgo master┊( we who die ourselves can peel back another kind of veil. )#q.
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