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spotsandsocks · 1 year

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It's Such A Feeling

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Happy birthday @loveyourownsmiilee Ju Ju this one’s for you. Hope you have a lovely day 💜

Explict 1.8k Eddie’s got a thing about hands, well Buck’s hands that is. One day it all gets a bit too much to hide and it leads to confessions, kissing and making out on Eddie’s couch.

The older he gets the more Eddie’s learnt about himself. It’s great, things are better now than they’ve ever been, he’s more settled in himself, more him than he’s ever allowed himself to be. He knows what will make him happy, what he likes, what he doesn’t like. What he wants. Who he wants. Not that knowing is actually getting him anywhere but it’s a start.

Some of that learning has been painful but it’s been worth it. Some of what he’s found out has been a surprise, some not so much. Not really. One thing though has been particularly surprising; finding out that he can get all hot and bothered about something physical is new. He’s heard guys talk, especially when he was signed up, about the things that got them going, things they were attracted to and he never really got it. He’s always liked the whole package, who someone was not what they looked like.

That’s changed, now he gets it. It turns out he has a thing for hands. He hadn’t been expecting it. It had just kind of crept up on him. And if he’s going to be completely honest about it then it’s one particular set of hands doing it for him.

Buck’s hands specifically are driving him crazy. He has to watch them day in, day out doing all kinds of stupid mundane things and it’s making him want things. He’s watched them hold onto kitchen knives and chop and dice vegetables when he’s cooking yet another meal for him and Christopher. He’s watched them button and unbutton shirts in the locker room and in his living room when Buck stays the night on his couch. He’s watched, heart in his eyes when Buck holds out his arms and waggles his fingers at the children they’re rescuing who have gotten themselves stuck somewhere stupid. He’s tried not to get overwhelmed when he sees the same hands resting gently around his own son when Buck and Christopher hug each other tight.

He’s watched through lowered lashes as Buck reads, legs slung over the arm of the chair, one hand twisting a lock of hair round and round as the other one flicks through the pages of a book.

He’s even had dreams about them about what they could do to him, what they’d feel like trailing across his body, how they look wrapped around his cock, or Buck’s, or God help him both. Buck’s hands are big enough to do that. His dreams have involved Buck’s hands in his hair tugging hard holding him down as he takes Buck into his mouth and makes him moan.

He’s not proud of himself for indulging in those fantasies but he’s only human and he can’t control his dreams can he? It’s not his fault if Buck is, well, everything he never knew he wanted. But now he does know and dear God does he want.

He’s been fighting a valiant battle against the urge to hold onto those hands for so long but he’s about to lose the war. They’re just so..big. Competent. Warm. They look warm but he wants to know. He wants to know how they’d feel holding his.

Right now Buck's asleep on his couch and his hand is right there. It’s resting palm up in the space between them. A relatively small space all things considered, easy enough to cross if he was just a little braver. They’ve been watching television and it’s been sitting there for the last hour. Closer than anyone else’s hand ever gets. Does that mean something? He wants it to believe it does but he has to be sure. His fingers twitch but he has it under control despite Buck’s hands being a daily torture he’s still strong enough to resist. He makes a fist to stop himself reaching out and winding their fingers together and takes a deep slow breath.

“You can, you know.”

Eddie stops breathing. Buck continues.

“Hold my hand.” His voice is so soft, “If you want to.”

Buck twists his head, he’s still leaning back against the couch but his eyes are open and tilted up with such an open vulnerable expression. He really is beautiful, he takes Eddie’s breath away everyday.

“I want to hold yours all the time if that helps.”

Buck blinks up at him. Waiting.

“Eddie?”

He needs to say something so he says the first thing he thinks of;

“I love you.”

He hadn’t planned on saying that tonight but it’s the truth and he wouldn’t take it back if he could. His hand slides into Buck’s and he feels strong fingers close around his own.

Buck's lips are starting to curl into a tiny smile, he feels his own lips mirror him.

“You do?”

“Yeah, I really do.”

“Could you maybe kiss me then?” Buck shrugs the shoulder not pressed into the couch. “Because I love you back and your lips have been driving me crazy forever.”

Then Buck brings his free hand across his body and lightly brushes a finger across Eddie’s mouth. The sensation is new and quite remarkable.

“Absolutely crazy” Buck murmurs, his eyes tracking the movement of his finger.

Eddie wants to laugh, look at them both, missing all the signs, driving each other insane when they could have had this.

He has it now, Buck’s right here, warm and safe on his couch, looking at him with so much love in his eyes it makes his heart ache.

Suddenly it all feels so easy. Eddie catches hold of Buck’s finger as it teases his skin and kisses the tip, heart jolting at the contact. Buck’s pupils dilate and his breathing speeds up. God he loves him so much, wants to give him everything he has.

He slides Buck’s hand slowly downwards until it’s over his heart and holds it there for the two heartbeats it takes for him to lean in and press their lips together.

There’s a soft noise as Eddie moves his lips over Buck’s eager waiting mouth. He’s not sure who made it and he doesn’t care, he takes his time to enjoy the taste and feel of Buck and how his fingers, strong and sure, clench around the fabric of his T- shirt as the kiss deepens. The next noise he knows is from him but Buck echos it as the kiss becomes firmer, deeper, the soft wet warmth of Buck’s mouth is heady, everything he’s been longing for and more.

He finally pulls away, lips tingling, his body hot and alive in a way he’s unfamiliar with. He swings his leg over Buck so he’s sitting in his lap. Buck’s head swivels following his movement, keeping their eyes together the whole time, it’s intense and the look on Buck’s face is unmistakable.

He checks anyway. “This ok?”

When Buck nods breathless and wide eyed Eddie claims another kiss, this one quickly becomes dirtier than the first, harder, faster as his need for Buck builds. His hips move too, grinding against Buck which makes them both moan into the kisses. Buck's head falls backwards and he loses his mouth but compensates for that by latching onto Buck’s neck, nipping and sucking at the skin, drawing more breathless sounds from him and making him arch and press against him. Buck lets out a strangled ‘fuck’ as their hard and aching cocks rub together.

The slow steady grind continues until there’s nothing but heavy panting in the air, Eddie’s losing his mind and Buck’s not far behind him. They’ve both lost their tops somewhere Eddie doesn’t precisely recall when.

Buck’s been muttering a string of nonsensical sounds for a while under the onslaught of Eddie’s kisses, and Eddie finally knows what it feels like to have Buck’s hand trail across his body.

In a rush Buck moves, pushing himself upright. His hips shudder as once again they grind together, and Eddie can’t keep his eyes open any more, as the sensations roll through him.

“Eddie please I need..” he feels Buck’s hands at the button of his jeans and nods. He opens his eyes, this is something he wants to see, has dreamed of seeing. Buck’s competent hands make short work of his buttons and before he’s processed it his cock is being held in those same strong hands that’s he’s fantasied about. He can’t help himself he fucks up into Buck’s grip making his eyes roll and Buck groan.

“Fuck Eddie you’re so fucking hot.” Buck pumps him again and again. It’s so fucking good he sits there taking it mouth open gasping, eyes trained on what’s happening.

“You like watching me do it don’t you” Buck drags the words out.

Eddie nods “Love your hands.”

Then the other hand he loves so much cups his face and Eddie’s gifted Buck’s thick fingers to suck on. As two slide into his mouth and he makes a show of sucking them twirling his tongue and making Buck’s jaw drop and his hand stutter in its rhythm

“I fucking love your mouth.” Buck says then both hands are gone leaving Eddie empty and cold. He’s only abandoned for as long as it takes Buck to free his own cock and then Buck licks a long wet stripe down his palm and Eddie gets to see another of his dreams lived out as Buck’s stupidly large, wonderfully skilled hand takes hold of them both and strokes them together. He watches transfixed for as long as he can to the slow movement of Buck’s fist driving them both closer to the edge. Eventually the feeling is too much and thrusting up as Buck holds them together his head drops back, mouth open as he lets the feeling overwhelm him. Buck’s voice is there, encouraging him, there’s praise and instructions to fuck his fist, go harder, come for him. With wonderfully dirty words in his ear and Buck's hand driving him wild Eddie comes in a sharp burst of pleasure all over Buck’s fingers, which is all Buck needs to send him careening into his own climax and he joins him, a long shuddering cry on his lips before he collapses back on the couch.

Breathless and boneless Eddie collapses onto him and Buck tugs him into a tight hug.”I love you” is whispered in his ear. He’s rather out of breath still but he replies quickly “ I love you too.”

Buck finds a lost t-shirt and cleans then up as best he can but showers are needed eventually and they take turns each needing a moment of solitude to fully process what’s changed but there’s no confusion that Buck will be staying now, and in Eddie’s bed, where he belongs now, tomorrow and forever. He’s already there waiting on his side when Eddie comes out of the shower and climbs in to join him.

Buck’s hand is loose in the space between them, the sight brings a smile to his lips.

They lie facing each other. Buck’s softly smiling blue eyes hold his future in them.

“You can hold my hand anytime you want now, you know that right.”

Eddie nods, he does know that now. He reaches out and holds onto Buck’s hand and he never lets go.

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purple-denoje · 3 months

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Happy birthday, U-TA! I wish you lots of virtual hugs and serious bears <3

#buck-tick #my arts #higuchi yutaka #bucktick #buck tick #U-TA #jrock #serious bear #happy birthday lil guy <3

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weregonnabecoolbeans · 2 months

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I missed bucky’s birthday and I’m kinda upset with myself about it idk why

#how could i have forgotten #for some reason his is the fictional character birthday i always acknowledge #but i missed it!!!#anyways..happy belated birthday to my love buck barnes #the winter soldier #bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #captain america: the winter soldier #captain america #marvel #mcu #tfatws #the falcon and the winter soldier #bucky #kate's post

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somanywords · 1 year

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to celebrate our favourite jewish gay man, pls tell me your favourite bucky headcanons 🥰

happy bucky's birthday, elliot!!! 💛 keepin' it light, as today is a happy day, with less angst than usual ;)

bucky and his sisters all take turns lighting the menorah as they grow up--bucky gets the fourth night and the last

in my head bucky's a mechanic and writer, and he loves both fixing things with his hands and also creating far away worlds

he's always talking. the boy will not shut up. if you get him to stop talking, he starts singing. his whole family hates it

but they also love it and when he grows up and moves out they have to turn on the radio in the evenings to make up for the absence

bucky adopts every stray cat he comes across. yes, this includes steve rogers. steve's just the only stray who hasn't left again

he takes scraps out to the alley cats every night without fail, even when the cats are eating just as well as he, if not better, and during the war he finds several and makes sure to carry them as far away from the battlefield as possible

steve says bucky missed having three little girls trailing after him so he had to find three little cats

the three wartime cats are called atrocious things. one is a swearword, the other is a male cat named sarah, after steve's mother, and the last is cary grant just because

the howlies all unironically call him mother, and he's not even upset

after winter soldier, bucky sneaks his way back to brooklyn, trying to put the pieces of his life back together, and while everyone's running all over eastern europe looking for him, he's actually working at a small bodega and accidentally adopting all his neighbors

seriously, there's like three grandmas, four teenagers, a huge immigrant family, and a single mother and baby. bucky brings them all matzah ball soup

steve loses it when he eventually finds him. "if it's not cats, it's an entire neighborhood, buck. i'm not even surprised."

bucky slowly comes back to himself in fits and starts, not even noticing when it happens--one day is the first time he starts writing again, one day the first time he laughs out loud. oneday he starts singing again--he wouldn't even notice it except steve smashes a dinner plate and starts crying

bucky ends up finding his younger sister again and he goes to visit her all the time. they make meals together on all the holidays. steve's job is to fold the hamantaschen cause he's artistic like and can't mess it up too bad

bucky finds a cat in the subway and drags it home yowling to love it. "look steve," he says. "it's your sibling. say hi to steve junior."

the name sticks. whoops

#bucky barnes #jewish bucky #steve rogers #happy birthday buck buck #asks #jonathanlejonhjarta #elliot #thanks for the ask pal!!

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lookingviewer · 25 days

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Happy ending of the OW Arc and my birthday!✨

this day is both sad and joyful

It’s sad because our favorite short story is finishing its story, and I’m moving from 20 to 21... Scary

But the happy thing is that the torment of the characters will be over! And that I managed to draw at least some art:D

@just-a-carrot , thank you so much again for creating and sharing parts of yourself in this story!

The characters feel like they are alive, like us, ordinary people (even though they are older than us🤣)

The story is that even in adulthood, there can also be problems, experiences, and thoughts about the past: Did I live well?

Like the same question for me: Did I live this year well? Do you regret it?

A story in which we saw different types of people, their past, and who they became (and also teaches us how not to behave)

Story - in which we can see ourselves. See from the outside or see your reflection in the characters.

The story, when you, Carrot, shared with us.

First Easter, now Our Wonderland, but I am sure that the story is not over, and there will be the same good story as the past (If the thought of it comes to you, of course!)

In addition: “The author’s work will live forever as long as people remember and talk about it."

There is no need to be afraid to create, there is no need to be afraid to try, experiment. Because creativity, art is the same way to show our thoughts, history and feelings ✨

We had problems, trials, but we get through them, with loved ones or ourselves.

Still, Carrot, thank you so much for inspiring me to create, albeit so often, but the desire and motivation to draw.

Because, I love to draw. Create. Give people happiness :3

Thanks to my friends for supporting me (especially @quamaii , companion in Wonderland>:) ) and to you Carrot for reacting and sharing cute moments from life, hehehe✨