dysmorphics | it's you and me up against the world, it's you and me

Steph groaned at the ideas Bucky was planting in her head. "If you come on me one more time before we clean up I'm gonna come too without you even touching me," she admitted breathlessly, squirming where she sat as if he needed proof for what she was saying. Her coming over and over would be amazing. But him coming on her until he was spent? Probably the hottest thing ever.

She blushed when he took more photos of her, but it wasn't shame. It just dawned on her that she liked the idea of posing for him, which never really occurred to her because she was the artist and, if anything, he would be posing for her. "Thank you," she said suddenly, more serious and shy than her playful mood just a moment ago. "You just... you make me feel beautiful."

Among other things.

Once he was done, she sat up straighter and shifted to a cross-legged position so they could look at the pictures together. That sent his cum trickling down her body, as she didn't bother wiping any of it away; a few drops even dripped from her still erect nipples. Maybe it was a good thing they hadn't yet changed the sheets from last night.

"This is so hot," she said again, even squirming as they flipped through the photos. She wasn't curvy and her tits weren't large, but fuck, covered in his cum, it didn't matter. She was his, it said so right there, on her skin.

She swiped back to the very first picture, the one she almost hadn't been aware he'd taken. "Do I also look like that when I come?" she asked, curious.

Bucky groaned again as he watched his come run down her body. Maybe it was some ancient caveman part of his brain that enjoyed seeing Steph so thoroughly marked as his, covered with not only his come, but marks on her neck and thighs he'd left with his mouth as well, but damn he liked it. And he had photographic evidence he could go back to at any time. "You are beautiful, Steph. You always are."

As they looked through the pictures, he definitely agreed that they were hot as hell, but instead of saying so out loud, he waited until she got back to that first picture. "Mostly like that, yeah," he said, smirking as he brought up a hand to push her hair back over her shoulder. "You squirm when you come, though. Can't see that in the picture."

He leaned over and started to press open-mouthed kisses to the exposed side of her neck then, not even slightly bothered by tasting his own spend on her skin. "If you want to come again before we go anywhere today, I could always hold you up and fuck you in the shower while we get clean."

Steph sighed contentedly when Bucky started kissing her again, tilting her head so he had more skin to nip and tease. If he wanted to mark her some more, she wasn't going to stop him. She never would. He could mark her anywhere, anytime, and she would be happy to let him.

Then he suggested fucking in the shower and he could practically see her body tense up in anticipation. "You're devious and I love you," she told him with a ragged moan. She couldn't say no even if she wanted to anyway, not with how he'd already worked her up by coming on her.

She glanced at the phone. "Too bad we can't take pictures in the shower. Can we take a few more now, before we go?" Sure, she could sketch them later — and she will be sketching them later — but she wondered if maybe they could manage some pictures of them kissing and groping each other or something like that.

Bucky wasn't even trying to mark her up more in that moment. He was just enjoying the fact that he could kiss her and touch her however he wanted, after waiting almost a century to be with her. "I love you, too, Steph," he whispered into her ear before nipping at the edge of her lobe with his teeth.

"What else do you want pictures of, sweetheart?" he asked as he kissed his way to her mouth, then wrapped his arms around her to pull her body against his, not caring in the slightest if he ended up just as sticky with his come as she was.

"This," Steph groaned as they kissed. She'd thought of using the blanket to clean herself up a little since it was within reach, but Bucky had no qualms whatsover about tasting or being coated in his own cum. "Naked, kissing. Messy and hot as hell." She had no idea how anyone went about taking pictures of themselves while having sex, but if they all had cameras as small and advanced as his, surely someone else had also thought to do so?

"Or just more of me, while you touch me. So you don't have to imagine while you jerk off and I'm not around for you to look at," she teased. Not that she planned on going anywhere without him. He'd even already suggested having sex in the shower, so bathing together was actually an option too. But it was also just hot to think about him poring over her naked photos and getting turned on.

Bucky groaned into the kiss before breaking it with a soft chuckle. "Gotta admit, Steph," he said, nipping at her lip before pulling back. "For some reason I never thought you'd be into things like that."

He liked it though. He knew she'd usually avoided pictures, for the most part. (Even more since she got the serum, it seemed, but she never seemed overly fond of them before, either.) But somehow, in his situation, she felt confident enough to ask him to take pictures of her.

"Hang on, there's some kind of way..." Bucky started, then picked the phone back up and started fiddling with the camera app. He was an old man, after all. He wasn't the best with tech, so it took him a minute to get the front-facing camera turned on. Then he held the phone out to the side before leaning in to kiss Steph hard once more, and hit the picture button several times, just sort of hoping that he got one good enough for her.

Steph blushed. "I didn't think I would be either. You bring it outta me, I guess. I told you, you make me feel pretty." And how could she not, when Bucky was willing and eager to kiss and touch every part of her? When he wanted to mark her, cover her in her cum, make her his in all the ways possible? When he admitted to getting off to thoughts of her, hell she'd been right there watching him jerk off to the view of her naked, sticky body? Hell yeah, she was going to let him take how many and whatever pictures he wanted.

She was momentarily distracted by his attempts to take photos of them with the front camera, reaching for the phone to gawk at how she could see themselves on it like a mirror. Then she giggled, because now they were both sticky and messy. "This is nothing like our old pictures," she remarked, amused. Being naked and coated in cum aside, their size difference was obvious in how he filled the frame and she was a wisp next to him.

Bucky pulled back again then, setting his phone aside as he brought his good hand up to rest on her cheek. "I've always thought you were pretty, Steph," he said, grinning softly as he looked down into her bright blue eyes. "Beautiful, even."

But he chuckled softly as he leaned down to kiss her again. "Our old pictures used to take forever to get developed, yeah," he said simply, then pulled back to smirk at her. "And you tended to wear clothes in them." He was glad that they didn't have to send photos off to be developed anymore, though, because Bucky didn't think he would have wanted to let anyone else see his gorgeous girl in all her glory.

"So did you," Steph shot back with a laugh, tugging Bucky closer by the hair so she could kiss him slowly. "I like you better without them," she murmured into his mouth.

Did he really only intend to make her come this time? It seemed such a shame when they could do it together. She clambered into his lap then, groaning softly as she felt some soreness when she maneuvered to spread her legs and wrap them around his thick waist.

Bucky grinned as she climbed into his lap, then wrapped his arms tightly around her middle and held onto her as he stood up, easily lifting her with him. "I like you better without yours, too," he said simply. "But I'll take you any way I can get you."

Shifting one arm under her ass to hold her up, he let go of her with the other one so he could pick up the box of condoms, then carried her to the bathroom. "Sweetheart, if we don't get in the shower soon the come's gonna dry and get itchy as hell," he told her simply before setting her and the box on the countertop, then moving to get the shower started for them.

Another thing Steph never thought she would end up liking so much: being carried around. Oh, she still hated the idea of being treated like glass when it came to everyday living, for while she had health issues, it wasn't like she was utterly useless. She lived and breathed and worked (or at least she used to work) like any other person.

When it came to sex though, Bucky could pick her up whichever way anytime he wanted. Carry her, throw her over his shoulder, set her down on countertops — if it was in the context of sex, then by all means, she liked it. So she let him do the honors, content to just ogle him as he got the shower ready for them.

Then she took out a packet from
the box of condoms, tore it open with her teeth, and waited for him to walk back up to her. "Here, let me," she offered, all confident even if her only experience with condoms was watching him put one on the night before.

Bucky didn't come back to Steph until the water was running good and warm, and he didn't argue when she said she wanted to put the condom on him. Instead, he just groaned softly as she put it on, then leaned in to give her another kiss.

"Good news," he started, smirking as he scooped her up again, then carried her over and into the shower. "We don't have to rush. Showers stay hot a hell of a lot longer than they used to."

Which was handy, because Bucky definitely wanted to take his time not only making love to her in the shower, but also getting her clean once they were done with that. Which shouldn't be surprising, because he seemed to want to take his time doing most things with her instead of just rushing through everything.

Steph looped her arms around Bucky's neck and her legs around his waist. The water was nice and warm, but he ran hot enough that it was extra toasty being with him in the shower. It would've been super relaxing if not for being naked and the promise of fucking.

She watched the water flatten his hair, remembering the times they'd gone swimming or dumped water on their heads to stave off the sweltering summer heat. But the water kept flowing, and she suddenly found herself imagining how she might look if he came on the top of her head and let his cum trickle down her face. It would be so messy, and it might get in her eyes, but it would be so hot—

She squirmed. "Are you coming on me again?" The water would wash it straight off, but it didn't mean that he couldn't, right?

Bucky couldn't help laughing as he pinned Steph between the shower wall and his body. "You sure seem like you're developing a real big thing for me coming all over you, baby," he told her with a smirk. It wasn't a complaint in the slightest, just what seemed to be a fact.

Shifting his hips a bit as he held her in place, Bucky let his cock drag against Steph. "We can do that if you want, but I was kinda hoping to come in you instead of on you."

Maybe once she started seeing modern doctors about the various things she could get on something that would let them toss the condoms, then it wouldn't have to be as much of an either-or decision. Plus, if she liked it on her skin so much, maybe she'd like actually having him fill her.

"Hey, at least I'm catching a good thing, for once," Steph said with an echoing laugh and an extra flush to her cheeks. She wasn't ashamed to let him know she was into him, but she wasn't going to let him be insufferable about it either. They were still best of friends, after all, and they still had to give each other shit.

But her ability for witty banter seemed to fly out the window the moment he dragged his cock against her, the sweet friction drawing a ragged moan out of her. Fuck, and he was holding her up against the shower wall like it was no big deal. "In me then," she conceded easily, because sure, she might be developing a real big thing for him coming all over her, but he wanted to come in her so he was going to, dammit.

It had taken them a while last night to get his cock in because it had been her first time, but she hoped it wouldn't take too long now since she was already pretty worked up from everything they did in the bedroom.

Bucky still ended up having to work Steph open again, so he just held her a bit higher with one arm--still like she weighed nothing--and used his fingers to do so, kissing her hard the whole time. Because of the night before, as well as everything they'd already been up to that morning, it didn't take nearly as long as it had the first time, so it was really no time before he was lowering her back down.

But that time, he also held his cock in place and lowered Steph onto it with a moan. "You feel so good, Steph," he told her when he moved his hand back to her hip, then began to rock his hips slowly.

The tiles were cold against Steph's back, but she barely felt it, not with the way Bucky's mouth and fingers set her body on fire. She also loved how their moaning and groaning echoed around them, as well as him showing off his strength by holding her up with just an arm. But then she probably just loved everything about him.

Then he lowered her right onto his cock, and while it only hurt a little, it still felt so tight that she let out a shuddering cry until it was completely inside her. "Fuck, baby," she gasped, holding on tightly to him while she caught her breath. "I'm okay. Just need a minute or I might come already."

Thankfully, that wasn't the case, though they proceeded slowly anyway, wanting to savor the experience. "I love you, Buck," she said at some point while they kissed, just because she could. She was so happy.

"I love you, too, Steph," he said simply as he watched her, and continued to move in her slowly. Bucky was in no real rush with her then, content to just be with her slowly. So, that's what Bucky did. He spent the next little while slowly taking her apart under the running water.

But, once they both came again, Bucky put her feet back on the ground before starting to wash her gently, peppering her freshly clean skin with kisses here and there.

Steph had several experiences to add to her list of favorites then. Sure, fucking in the shower was hot, but Bucky cleaning her up after was heartwarmingly intimate. He was so gentle, and while she would normally shrug off help with things she could do herself, she was glad she let him.

"Lemme wash your hair, okay?" She'd already been soaping him too, but he was so much taller than her that he would either have to duck or lift her up so she could do so. Maybe they should also get a stepstool for the bathroom.

And that was another thing she liked: getting to take care of him. She did what she could in the past, like cooking for him or also doing some of his laundry, but bathing was too intimate for two people who were just friends to engage in. So she was glad she could do this for him now. She would love to do it all — wipe him dry, comb his hair, help him get dressed if only because she could. Then later, help him take his clothes off.

"Uh, yeah. Sure," Bucky said as he considered how to make it easiest for her. He could lean forward, but then the shampoo would just keep running into his face, and that was a bitch. He could hold her up, but for something like washing his hair that seemed awkward. So, he came up with a third option, and just lowered himself to his knees in front of her in the shower, grinning up at the beautiful--but short--woman in front of him.

"This good enough?" he asked, teasing her just a bit. It wasn't her fault that she was tiny, just like it wasn't his fault he was more than a foot taller than her, but he could still tease her about it. Especially since he always liked her being pocket sized.

(To be fair, he also liked her being tall. He just liked her, really. It didn't matter what she looked like.)

The sex part was over, they really had to clean up now, but dammit, of all the options Bucky just had to choose the one that reminded Steph of sex. Licking her lips, she watched him on his knees for a moment before finally reaching for the shampoo and lathering some onto his hair.

"More than good enough. But you don't wanna know what I really think," she answered belatedly. She didn't want him to see her blush and think she was so insatiable. Maybe she was. But she also just really liked spending time with him, and now that sex was in the cards because they were no longer just friends, well.

Unlike those moments when she'd gripped his hair, this time she's gentle, smoothing out tangles with her fingers and even massaging his scalp. He deserved some pampering after all he'd done for her, really.

Bucky chuckled softly as he closed his eyes, still not wanting to get shampoo in them even though he did like the sight of looking up at his very naked, soaking wet girlfriend. "Believe it or not, I usually like knowing what you're thinking," he told her. He was pretty sure he could figure out what she was thinking on his own most of the time, really. But Steph definitely had moments that made him wonder.

Usually, it was when she was picking fights, though.

But, he decided not to wonder then. Instead, he just enjoyed the feeling of Steph gently washing his hair and rubbing his scalp while he wondered when the last time anyone touched him with such gentleness (outside of when he was in bed with Steph) was.

"I don't deserve you," he said softly after a minute or two. "But I'll be damned if anything tries to separate me from you again."

Sure, she didn't live through all the separations he had with the other Steph, but the point still stood. She was here, she wanted to be with him, and if you asked Bucky? Steph was the only person for him. No matter what point in time she was from.

"I just really like the view," Steph admitted shyly. Fine, she was really into him, okay? And now that they were together and promised no more secrets between them, she didn't have to hide it anymore. He was just going to have to live with that. (Wow, what an awful thing, right?)

She waited until she was finished before responding to what he said next though, coaxing him back to his feet and herding him toward the shower wall so it was his back to it now. She was too tiny and lightweight to do any real pinning, but it was the thought that counted. "You deserve all the love I have for you," she said fiercely, reaching up to cup the sides of his face with both her hands. "But you don't even need to deserve it in the first place. I love you. I choose you. I will always love and choose you."

Bucky just grinned as Steph finished washing his hair, then easily let her back him against the wall once he was on his feet again. It didn't matter that the blonde woman was small and skinny; if she wanted him to move somewhere, he was going to do it.

He brought his hands up to hold Steph's wrists gently as he watched her. "I'm gonna have to hold you to that. You know that, right?" It probably wasn't healthy (but what was healthy in Bucky's mind, really?), but losing Steph would probably destroy him entirely.

Steph drew her hands back and shifted her hold so she could kiss the inside of Bucky's wrists. "To the end of the line, baby," she promised. "You're gonna have to make me leave if you want me outta your hair."

It felt different making that promise now that they weren't only friends. She understood how Cap could've promised that and still leave, and how hers was different. She meant it like a wedding vow, in sickness and in health and all that jazz. They were in this together now.

it's you and me up against the world, it's you and me

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idk what happened but ANYWAY

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