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

"Yeah." Oh, what the hell. They'd already been talking about kinks and what they wanted to do with each other anyway. "There was a time I got off to imagining us, um... you'd wrap your tie around my eyes and pin me down and tell me to not do anything but just enjoy what you're gonna do to me." Her face flushed several shades darker at her admission, which she tried to laugh away. "I dunno, you just had a... reputation, back then, but with me you were always so kind and... I guess I wanted to experience that other side of you too."

Steph knew now that Bucky's dates had lied, since he'd said none of those had amounted to anything. They probably did it to save face, although she was sure some were just petty bitches who decided to be mean to the girl he'd picked over them — even if Steph hadn't realized it at the time.

"And it just really turns me on when you take charge of things, and don't take shit from anyone, not even from me," she added with a grin. He had a quiet, steady confidence that she'd always found attractive. It was still there, even after everything he'd been put through.

"That fake reputation. I never knew where it came from," Bucky said, smirking at her. After all, she was the only woman he'd ever been with, and he'd never even been tempted to be with any of those other girls he'd gone on dates with.

But at least that fake reputation put some ideas in her head. "But I can blindfold you one night," he started, letting the cold fingertips of his metal hand drift lightly down the side of her ribs. "One of those nights where I just make you come over and over. Cover your eyes so you can't even see what I'm going to do to you."

Bucky loved making Steph feel good, be it physically by making her orgasm or emotionally, making her feel loved and beautiful. Because she was loved and beautiful.

Steph shivered, but not only from the way Bucky's cool fingers teased along her skin. The image he just planted in her head... She swallowed, then looked up at him with a hungry glint in her blue eyes. "You're gonna make me wet, just talking and teasing me like that," she told him with a breathless laugh. It was almost a shame that wasn't happening tonight.

She felt his hips pick up the pace, but it was the ghost touches of his metal hand that made her moan. He'd never really touched her with it, and she understood why, but damn. Unable to do anything with her hands though, she just shifted her hips, thrusting against him. "Darling," she gasped, closing her eyes. "Fuck, you're so hot."

Bucky couldn't help the soft chuckle that escaped him. "Sweetheart, I make you wet all the time," he teased her. Because, really, the two of them had a lot of sex. He went from never having any for over a hundred years to having it all the time.

He continued to tease her with his fingertips as he moved, running them back up her side, then up her arm to her wrist and back down again. "You're the hot one, Steph," he said simply. "I could look at you all the time. And touch you. Fuck you. All of it."

Steph laughed, and it still had a breathless quality to it as Bucky continued touching her and thrusting into her. From any other man his declaration would've been arrogant and annoying, but with him it was just the truth. She lusted for him just as much as she loved him, and it took very little to make her wet and want to have sex with him.

"Me too, darling. I can barely restrain myself most days," she admitted with a slightly embarrassed laugh. She might not have any sort of serum running through her body, but she was insatiable all the same, or at least while she still had the energy. "You're everything I ever wanted and dreamed of having."

Propping himself up on his metal elbow again, Bucky slowed his hips and released her hands. There was a soft grin on his face as he let his good hand drift down her body, fingertips brushing over her skin the way his metal ones had, until he worked his hand between their bodies.

"I'm all yours, Steph," he said, his voice warm before leaning down to kiss her again. Bucky's thumb began to work at her clit as he continued to thrust, slow but deep. "Only yours, and I'm always gonna be yours."

"Oh, Buck," Steph sighed, deeply moved by his declaration. She had never wanted to possess him, because that wasn't love, but she understood that he meant it so much more than that. She understood because she felt it, too. That surrender, that offering of everything she was and had. "I am yours in every way. No matter what happens."

There was the trial. There was her health. There were things like wars, and alien warlords that made half the universe disappear. They could never truly know how long they could have each other. But she knew their love would transcend time and space. It already had.

"Tell me again after." She knew she was going to be spent after this round and fall asleep while nestled in his arms. Tonight, probably while they browsed through the pictures he took of her. Three seemed to be her magic number so far, although there had been some nights where she woke back up a few hours later and he was still awake, so they went at it again.

"Alright, I'll tell you after," Bucky promised before kissing her again, then moaned into the kiss as he felt himself getting closer to his own release. But he wanted her to come again before he finished. "I'll tell you every day, if you want."

It wasn't possession, not really. Bucky was still very much his own man, just like Steph was her own woman. But his heart had always belonged to her. He'd been alive long enough that he knew if he was ever going to get over her he would have at some point during the time he didn't think she felt the same, but he never did and he didn't want to.

Bucky shifted a bit before beginning to thrust harder again as he continued to work her clit with his hand. He knew her body well by that point, and knew how she liked to be touched.

Moaning loudly, Steph clung to him, nails biting into Bucky's skin as she dug her fingers into whichever parts of him she could reach. "Fuck," she gasped. "Fuck fuck fuck." She didn't used to swear as much, but she picked things up easily and that included profanity too. Not that either of them minded. It wasn't like she didn't already have a dirty mind to begin with.

She came with an even louder cry, clawing at him as she shuddered through her release. "Buck," she whimpered, eyes squeezed shut. "Come for me, darling. Lemme hear you."

That was what Bucky had been waiting for. The way she clung to him as she came, throbbed around him, even the way she scratched at him all felt amazing to Bucky, and it wasn't long before his own hips were stuttering and he cried out as he spilled inside of her.

Once he stilled his hips he stayed like that for a minute or so, breathing hard as he held himself up over her, forehead resting against the pillow over Steph's shoulder. The only reason he didn't pretty much collapse on top of her was simply that she was tiny and he was... not.

"Fuck, sweetheart," he whispered as he slowly pulled out of her and rolled onto his side, pulling her along with him so he could hold her against his body.

Steph happily curled into him, reaching up to push Bucky's hair away from his face before kissing him softly. "That was incredible. You were incredible." She loved everything about him though, so that wasn't new, really.

Pulling back, she draped a leg over his and smiled up at him. "I love you, darling. You make me so happy. And horny," she added with a laugh. "Can we look at those pictures?" They would probably end up looking at porn too. Maybe they should have a snack while they're at it. She definitely needed a recharge.

Bucky couldn't help laughing softly into the kiss, a warm smile on his face when it was broken. "You're always incredible," he told her simply before adding, "I love you, too. And I'm always going to be yours."

She'd wanted him to tell her again after, dammit. So he did.

His heart was still beating hard as he felt around and picked up his phone, then swiped to the start of the night's pictures for her. "You always look so sexy for me."

Steph beamed, delighted to hear it again and that Bucky remembered her request. Instead of just parroting it back to him, however, she decided to say, "You're mine," and reached down between them to playfully palm his cock.

Okay, so she wasn't really all that tired. Snacks should do the trick, once she felt like she could stand and walk to the kitchen anyway. In the meantime, she accepted his phone and flipped through the photos, tilting the device so he could also see the screen.

It was still hard to completely believe sometimes that he found her sexy, even with her small frame and lack of curves. She found herself staring the most at the pictures with his involvement. His hand playing with her exposed breast, surrounded by red lace. His fingers glistening with her wetness and traveling between her folds. His cock stretching her pussy.

But she also lingered on a few other photos, feeling herself both embarrassed and starting to get worked up again. That raw shot of her pussy, framed by her open thighs, so wet it was practically begging to be licked. Her face while in the throes of pleasure, flushed and dazed and moaning.

She licked her lips. "Maybe we can fuck in front of the mirror sometime." With him taking her from behind, specifically, so they could both see their faces.

"For the record, it's more than just my dick that belongs to you," Bucky said with a soft laugh, teasing Steph a bit as his tiny girlfriend grabbed at his still hard cock. "But that's definitely yours, too."

Having taken the pictures, Bucky didn't feel the need to pay as close of attention to them as Steph did. Instead, he mostly focused on her reactions as she swiped through them. Until she got to one particular shot of her face when she was mid-orgasm. "That one's my favorite from tonight," he told her with a grin.

His metal hand moved to rest on the thigh she had hooked over him, giving it a gentle squeeze. "I'll gladly fuck you in front of a mirror, sweetheart," he started, shifting his good arm under her head just enough for him to run his fingertips through her hair. "I'd make you watch yourself while I take you apart, let you see how beautiful you are."

Steph swatted Bucky in the arm for his teasing. "I know what you meant, dumbass," she shot back with a soft laugh, before snuggling some more into him. As if it wasn't already enough to have had sex with him, she was super clingy afterward too. When she didn't fall asleep right after they would just talk and cuddle until she did.

She didn't want to fall asleep yet. Thankfully, their conversation was very interesting. "You look like that too, you know." Her cheeks grew hot from his comment. "Especially when you come inside me." That was her favorite look of his too, actually.

Talking about what else they wanted to try in bed was not helping her relax. It was nice to see him laughing and smirking though, especially after what went down earlier tonight. "I won't be able to sleep now," she mock pouted. "You've made me look forward to a lot of things. What do you wanna try? I can't be the only one who has to suffer."

Bucky grinned as she snuggled closer to him, closing his eyes as he relaxed with her. He wasn't tired enough to go to sleep or anything of the like; he just loved it when she got clingy. It was almost like a soothing balm for him.

"Sweetheart, I don't know if you've realized this," he started, peeking one eye open so he could look at her. "But inside you is my favorite place to come."

But at her question, he paused, thinking it over for a moment before laughing softly. "I... honestly don't know," he started, shrugging one shoulder before he opened his eyes fully so he could look at her properly. "I guess I spent so long just wanting to be safe enough to be with you that I didn't think all that much about what exactly I wanted to do if it happened. I just... wanted you." He'd had a lot longer to pine than she had, and she hadn't seen how he was before. When he was skittish, almost like an animal that wanted to trust but had been so abused it was scared to, so he stayed far away from the older version of Steph even though he wanted to know more about her almost as much as he wanted to learn about himself.

Steph's expression turned serious. She hadn't meant to upset Bucky or add to the already heavy night he'd had, what with that confrontation with Cap and all. She cupped his cheek and pressed a soft kiss to his mouth. "Sorry. I wasn't trying to be difficult or anything."

She'd certainly been in the past, but she had promised herself that she would change, and that she wasn't going to bring him any more trouble. He already had more than enough for a lifetime.

"I just don't want you to feel that what you want doesn't matter. Or that my wants and needs are more important than yours. You matter. To me, most of all." And if all he wanted was just her, then that was fine. She wasn't going anywhere. She was his.

Bucky couldn't help laughing softly. "Steph, sweetheart, you're not being difficult," he started before pressing his own soft kiss to her lips, then one to the tip of her nose just because. She hadn't upset him or bothered him or anything of the sort. "And I don't feel like that at all. I know that what I want matters to you."

Bucky kissed her again then, slower that time, before pulling back with a soft smile. "If I think of something, I'll tell you, I promise. You were just always the more creative one of us, and so far I've been really into everything you've suggested."

"Okay. Good." Steph smiled back, relief clear on her features. "I'll keep thinking. I want you to enjoy yourself." Bucky had been through so much that she just wanted to make him happy. And so far, sex made him happy.

She kissed him again, then slowly pushed herself up to seated after they broke off. "I'm gonna get something to eat, you want anything?" Even if he'd say no, she would bring him back a glass of water and some snacks, just in case he'd want them later. Because there would definitely be a later, a round more at the very least; who could go to sleep after the promise of being fucked so thoroughly? They could sleep in the morning.

When Steph sat up, Bucky rolled onto his back, tucking his arm under his head as he watched her with that grin still on his face. "Maybe just something to drink, but I don't need anything to eat," he began before gesturing towards one of the bedside tables. "I threw some snack bars in there already in case we want some one night, but we don't want to get out of bed."

Now, those snack bars wouldn't exactly help when it came to thirst, but he could only do so much, and that so much hadn't exactly included getting a mini fridge or anything of the like.

"I just want you to hurry back. I'm not done holding you yet."

"Oh! That's smart." Steph smiled at Bucky as she slipped her feet into her slippers. "I'll be quick, promise. I'm not done with you yet."

She scurried out of the bedroom and into the kitchen naked. Hardly her first time to walk around their apartment with no clothes on, really. She took two cans of Coca Cola from the fridge (she needed the caffeine) and filled two glasses with ice and water, then somehow managed to carry all of them back without spilling the water, the glasses in her hands and the cans tucked into her elbows.

She deposited the goods on the nightstand on his side (hers had her sketchpad and other things anyway) and climbed back up the bed. "I can get more later if you need more." She reached for one of the glasses then offered it to him. "What kinda snacks do you have there?"

Bucky smiled as he watched her run out of the room, then sat up and leaned back against the headboard when she came back. "I don't have a lot of stuff or anything," he said as he turned and opened the drawer, then pulled out a couple of different flavors of granola bars and a Snickers. "Just kinda threw some stuff I know you like well enough in here."

He set the snacks on the bed for Steph to pick from before opening and pouring the sodas for them. Settling back into place, he took a sip of his Coke as he held hers out for her.

Steph tore into the Snickers, then three of the granola bars, washing them all down with her soda, then water when she ran out. Lately she'd been eating breakfast and snacking after sex as if she had the metabolism of a supersoldier. Could anyone blame her though? Bucky seemed to make it a point to ensure she had a minimum of three orgasms every time.

By her third granola bar she wasn't eating like she was starving anymore, just slowly nibbling at it while tucked into his side. "So how do you ask the Google to show you porn?"

What? It wasn't like they had anything else to do. The bedroom didn't have a TV, and her hands were too busy with her snacks for any sketching.

After living through what was now called the Great Depression, followed by the rationing during the War, it was good to see Steph eating as much as she wanted to. The two of them didn't need to budget as harshly as Steph and her mom had when they were young, so he was happy to supply his girlfriend with any and all snacks she could possibly want.

But when she brought up the idea of looking porn up again, he took another swig of his Coke before setting it aside and pulling away. "Might as well use a screen bigger than a phone for this," he said, then pressed a kiss to her head and stood from his place on the bed. He didn't go far, though. Just to grab the laptop from where it sat on top of their dresser.

After taking his spot beside her again, he opened it up and showed her how to navigate to a website that didn't seem to make his laptop want to download things, and didn't give off virus warnings, then showed her how to navigate it. "It's kinda like the YouTube app I showed you, but for naked people."

Steph was fascinated by Bucky's laptop, but also scared of pressing the wrong button and destroying it that she refused to touch it for the most part. It could also do a lot of things that made using it feel overwhelming. She was fine watching him do whatever he needed on it.

She peered closer, trying to follow how to navigate the website and curiously checking out the thumbnail previous of the videos. "There's... so many." At least the bodice rippers she'd read kind of had similar things. "How do you decide which one to watch?"

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