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

"Yeah, there's a lot, huh." Steph's expression was sheepish and apologetic, remembering how overwhelmed she had been back then. She shook her head, chiding herself for being so out of it to have failed to consider Bucky might feel the same.

Gently, she pried the remote from his hand and checked the channel listing. "Well, let's see. There's some action flick, a documentary about aliens, an animated film about a clownfish, and... oh, a romantic drama. Remember the Titanic? The ship that wasn't supposed to sink? They made a whole movie about it. But at least the romance wasn't based on real people." The last one she said in a grumble, mostly in reference to the movies and shows about her. There had been plenty, and while a lot were about her and Bucky, there was the occasional one pairing her up with Howard, and more recently after her death, Peggy.

Biting into the chocolate, she blinked. She'd been in the past long enough to have almost forgotten how sweet and savory a lot of the food were. "No more rationing now, and there are artificial sugars and shit in processed food, so..." She shrugged, offering him the box so he can take another. She didn't have quite the sweet tooth, but she wouldn't mind licking chocolate off him.

Edited 2026-03-08 11:07 (UTC)

Bucky had her leave it on the movie about the Titanic since it would be mostly background noise for them anyway, then gladly took another chocolate when it was offered to him.

"It's good though," he told her with a grin before leaning into her side with one arm wrapped around her. Bucky then snatched up one of the strawberries and held it out by the stem for her to take a bite of, but didn't pull it away when she moved for it the way Steph had. Instead, he let her take the bite before tossing the stem back onto the plate. "But you're the best treat on this bed."

"You know you can help yourself anytime," Steph reminded, even though she was pretty sure Bucky didn't forget, he was just ever so kind and considerate when it came to her. "I like it when you initiate."

She'd spent too many years waiting for him to make a move that it turned her on whenever he did.

Chewing on the strawberry, she glanced at the TV. "This film's really popular." Remembering something they once talked about, she said, "I should take you to one of the IMAX theaters. Massive screen. I'll check what's on this weekend."

"I know," Bucky said with a teasing grin, then leaned over to press a soft kiss to her cheek. "I just figured I'd let you eat first." He knew he should eat more than just a couple of chocolates himself, but Bucky didn't have to eat as much as Steph did to keep up with his body. Hers had been through a hell of a lot more changes than his had (and he loved her the same as if she'd been through no changes, for the record), and it seemed to take a lot more fuel than it used to.

And that wasn't something he would ever shame her for.

The grin stayed in place as he added a couple of kisses along her shoulder. "Films come in all sizes now, huh?" he said with a chuckle. "Giant ones in special theaters and also small ones that fit in your house."

"Someone's got big plans," Steph teased right back. She appreciated that, with all the things Bucky gave her shit for, her appetite was not one of them. In fact, he was incredibly empathetic to the issues she had about her body, despite not having had to lose a limb and use a prosthetic.

If he did have big plans, he would not hear any protest from her. She could use to let off some more steam anyway, after the day she'd had.

"Yeah, you can even watch them on your phone. And it's not only films. There's just... so much, really." She might just take him to an electronics or appliance store so he could continue his appreciation of the modern world's marvels. Technology, however, didn't just improve in one direction. "Weapons and warfare have changed significantly since our time. You'd think people learned from history."

"I don't know about big plans," he responded, chuckling as he pressed more kisses along her shoulder. "But I've got a beautiful wife and I'm in a fancy hotel room on my honeymoon. Plus, my wife is naked. Can't blame a man for getting some ideas in his head."

Bucky had grabbed one of the bites of cake and popped it into his mouth when Steph told him that last part. It was delicious, but he frowned as he chewed it, mulling over the statement. "I really wish I was surprised weapons got more advanced," he said with a sigh. "But, I saw too much in the war to be surprised."

"Yeah. That cube, for one, is trouble." Their histories lined up some at least, so there were things they both experienced, albeit differently. "And Stark Industries had a golden age as a weapons manufacturer." Steph figured it was probably inevitable, with the coming wars and Howard co-founding SHIELD and all, but that didn't mean she didn't wish their friend would go into healthcare or something more altruistic instead.

"We've sent men to the moon though," she continued, turning to face Bucky with a grin. He'd like that, wouldn't he? He was such a nerd, and that sounded like something out of a scifi novel. "In '69. We'll hopefully still be around to see it." The phrasing of her statements was weird, but that was time travel for you.

"I'll find some way to warn the others about the cube being a problem," Bucky said, then sighed. "And I wish I could be more surprised by Stark going the way of weapons, but I've worked by him long enough to see it wouldn't be hard to turn his head that way." Maybe he and Steph would be able to gently steer him in another direction. Neither of them had been around after the war in her timeline, but here they were, knowing what he could potentially become.

The moon news was good, though, and it brought his grin back, though maybe not as big as before. "Hey, at least it's not all bad. Medicine's come a long way, too. Steph showed me her inhaler, maybe I can convince Stark to try to invent something like that instead of more bombs."

"I could go work for him," Steph mused. She needed a job anyway. Her sketches might've started as completely artistic, but she could manage technical drawings if she tried. Hell, she wouldn't even be opposed to administrative work, not when it was in one of the world's most influential companies. Between that and Bucky being in SHIELD, they would have access to information and connections.

Yeah, she was paranoid. More wars were coming, and HYDRA could still emerge from the shadows, as they had done in the past. (Well, her past anyway.) She wasn't going to let them anywhere near her husband, if she could help it.

"What, like work for Stark Industries?" Bucky asked. It sounded a bit odd at first-- Steph had never really been interested in technology or anything like that, but if his company went on to become as big as she said it made sense.

"Sure, why not?" Bucky replied with a shrug, followed by a grin. "Just tell me what you want to do there and I'll put in a word with Howard for you. He doesn't know you back home, after all."

Plus, 'Hey, Howard, give my wife a job but don't hit on her,' might be an amusing conversation.

"But that's just if you want. It's not like you need to work for us to get by or anything."

"Maybe not, but between you and me we might be able to convince him to finally figure out that flying car." Steph split a piece of chocolate between them. "He might also decide to take home some... work projects. I might be able to keep some tabs on them, if I'm on the inside."

She had no idea what sort of jobs Howard would have available for women other than the obvious receptionist or personal assistant, but she told Bucky she was willing to even take either of that just to get a foot in the door. "And I ain't an engineer or a science gal, but I can draw?" In a world where computers were large and bulky and not yet quite advanced, there had to be a market for her skills in a tech company.

"I could also babysit, but Tony won't be here until '70," she said with amusement. Unless that was going to change too. Steph honestly didn't think too much about how her choices might've impacted other people's lives. Bucky was all that mattered, as selfish as that was.

"Yeah, I'd noticed I hadn't seen any flying cars," Bucky said with a chuckle. "And if they were gonna be anywhere, they'd probably be in New York."

Popping the piece of chocolate into his mouth, Bucky thought about the different sorts of jobs Stark Industries might have that used artists. "Well, you're a damn good artist all around, and that's not just my bias talking," he began. "There's gotta be a bunch of jobs for that. Advertising, drafting, and hell, even the manuals have drawings in them." There were probably other jobs, too, but Bucky wasn't really a part of that.

Finally grabbing one of the glasses Steph had refilled, Bucky took a good sip of the mead. It really was nice being able to get a little buzz again. "But I don't think that's something we need to worry about until sometime after we get back."

"Yeah, especially not now." Steph grabbed her glass and clinked it against Bucky's with a grin. "Weren't we just talking about your big ideas?" she teased, with an emphasis on big.

The future could wait. Or, well, the past, technically. This was bound to get real confusing eventually, but at least some things were clear. That they loved each other, and that they would face whatever else might come together. She was going to hold on to that. She had to, after everything else she had already lost and failed to do. It would destroy her to lose him, even if she would willingly let him go if he was unhappy with her.

"I mean, I had ideas, but now there's food sitting on the bed so I can't really act on them," he said, teasing her a bit. "But there's also ideas on how to keep you occupied, happy, and naked all day tomorrow while we stay in the hotel room."

Grinning, Bucky bit her shoulder playfully before sliding off the bed, then proceeded to move the snacks back onto the cart. As much as he wanted her, he didn't particularly want to be rolling around in food with her. Once that was done, he even took the glass from his wife's hand, took his own sip of it, then set it aside, leaving him standing bare beside the bed and looking down at her. "And one of those big ideas of mine involves that gorgeous mouth of yours."

"All day, huh? That's pretty ambitious. Think you can keep up?" Steph teased back, her gaze following appreciatively as Bucky slid off the bed and began tidying up. He truly was gorgeous, even if he looked different from before the war and compared to the Bucky of her timeline. Not that that ever mattered to her, in the same way he thought she was beautiful in whichever shape she was in.

She faced him, shifting to sit on the edge of the bed in front of him with her legs dangling off the side. "You gonna shut me up, or make me scream?" she pretended to muse, even as her hands found his hips and tugged him a little closer.

"Probably not," Bucky started, smirking as he looked down at Steph and stepped between her open knees. "You're the one with all those super powers. But I can try, can't I?" He didn't get the same stamina bump she did, after all. Or... any stamina bump at all, he thought.

Thankfully, that didn't seem to bother Steph any. She understood that her serum changed more in her than his did in him, so he got worn out easier than she did.

Bucky slid one of his hands into her hair while his other wrapped around his stiffening cock, where he held it like it was aimed at her. "I was thinking maybe I'd shut up that smart mouth of yours. For a few minutes, at least," he said, rubbing the tip across her lips.

Steph opened her legs wider as Bucky stepped in. She was still grinning up at him, and pointedly ignoring how close his stiff cock was to her face. "We'll rest as much as we need, but I do like the idea of spending all of tomorrow naked with you." We, not just I. She never made him feel like it was a shortcoming on his part that he failed to keep up. In fact, she would rather that he never got shot up with the serum at all, even at the expense of his stamina.

While she was able to pretend to ignore his cock, she could not stop herself from groaning when he slid a hand into her hair. In battle that would've been a threat, but with him it simply turned her on. She followed his lead, tipping her head back slightly, and while she attempted to feign nonchalance when he rubbed the tip of his cock along her lips, her body immediately betrayed her. Her lips parted with a soft moan. Her tongue darted out to taste him.

"Fuck, yes." Her eyes slid half-closed. "Tease me, baby."

Bucky couldn't help how he let out his own quiet sound at the feeling of her tongue running over him, even if it was only for a moment, plus the look she was giving him. The hand in her hair tightened slightly, giving it a quick little tug to test her reaction more than anything, and the smirk on his face widened.

"Tease you?" he asked, his tone playful. He ran the head of his cock over her lips again before using her hair to move her away from it. "You like my dick so much that just having it near your face but not in your mouth is teasing you?" Hey, he wouldn't complain. Bucky had always heard that women didn't like giving blow jobs, but he'd also heard other guys complain about their girls wanting them to eat them out, and that was something Bucky loved to do to Steph.

But with how the two of them had always smarted off to each other, maybe it made sense that they'd like using their mouths to get each other off, too.

"Tell me how bad you wanna suck it, sweetheart."

Edited (i hate using the same icon twice in a row) 2026-03-13 12:35 (UTC)

Unlike most women, Steph loved to suck her husband's cock. The sounds Bucky made, the way his body tensed and then shuddered through his release... it felt exhilarating to bring him so much enjoyment with just her mouth. That and the crudeness of it was secretly rather alluring for her. Maybe it was because being Cap had brought her a certain kind of reputation, which had people thinking she was some sort of demure little virgin. Ha.

A demure little virgin would not eagerly lick the head of her husband's cock. She certainly would not whine when he would pull her away from it by the hair, eyes darkening with lust as she put up a struggle.

"Baby," she gasped, voice thick with desire. "I wanna lick your cock and your balls. I wanna take them into my hot, wet, tight mouth and play with them until you come. You want that, don't you?"

Bucky groaned again at her words, his eyes dilating as he wet his lips. That was the sort of thing Bucky would picture her saying when he let his mind wander into the dirtier side of things, the things that he thought were hot but never expected her to want to do.

Not that he ever actually thought she'd want to do anything sexual with him until somewhat recently, but that was beside the point. Besides, they'd both been drinking, and Bucky trusted that if either said or did anything that was too much or too far they'd pull back.

"Steph, you've got no idea how bad I want that," he admitted, his eyes never straying from her gorgeous face--especially her mouth. The grip on her hair loosened as he tugged her head back towards his waiting cock, then pushed the tip into her mouth just slightly. "Now get to it before I lay you down on the bed and fuck this mouth like it's your pussy." Sure, it was an exaggeration; he'd never go as hard on her mouth as he did her pussy, but it was a hot one anyway. It was to Bucky, at least.

Steph pulled back enough to dare him, "You better put your money where your mouth is, darling." Bucky would probably have reservations about being that rough with her, but fuck, she wanted him to be. With the alcohol loosening her mouth and her inhibitions, he was about to learn just how willing she was to get down and dirty with him.

She put her mouth over the tip of his cock and started to suck. She did so slowly, eyes closed and without a word, leaving him to those wet, squelching sounds. When his hand loosened enough for her to move more freely she pulled her mouth off him to lick down his length in an agonizingly slow stripe, uncaring where his cock rubbed against her face.

She licked his balls just as slowly, like savoring a forbidden fruit. Then she took as much as she could into her mouth, her tongue flicking around as if she was playing with candy.

Jesus, everything about Bucky's wife turned him on. And it was like even though he'd already known her for twenty-someodd years, now that they were together in ways they weren't before, he was still finding new things about her to love. And... be turned on by.

"Is that what you want, sweetheart? You want me to fuck your mouth?" he asked, brow perked as he tightened his grip on her hair again, but also added his other hand to it as well. Using his grip, he directed her mouth back to his dick instead of his balls, even though that had felt amazing, too. He pressed into her mouth before beginning to move his hips slowly, careful not to push in too far as he watched her, moaning. "Is this what you want?"

"Fuck yes," Steph answered without missing a beat, her enthusiasm clear despite her voice being muffled by Bucky's balls in her mouth. In the few seconds she'd looked up at him when he pulled her head back with both hands, there was no mistaking the naked desire in her wide eyes.

Then he was bringing her mouth back to his cock. She moaned as he filled her, loving how thick and hard he was. Fuck, she had so many fantasies about that cock. She'd had them from when they were silly teenagers. Hell, she'd thought about giving him a blowjob in his office the next time she brought him lunch; she just had to make sure there weren't any surveillance cameras or hidden microphones.

Then he started thrusting into her, while holding her head by the hair. She moaned, louder this time, even through her full mouth. "Yes. Oh fuck, yes." She gripped his hips tighter and tried to make him thrust harder and push deeper, though she would love it all the same if he steered with her head instead. She knew she could take it. This was nothing.

Bucky moaned again at the sight of her, loving just how obvious Steph was making it that she genuinely wanted and was into this. And at her urging he began to thrust harder into her mouth, pressing deep enough that he began to feel a bit of resistance before pulling back.

"You have no idea how gorgeous you are like this, Steph," Bucky told her before biting down hard on his lip, one of his hands giving her hair another tug just for the sake of it. Everything she was doing felt fantastic to him, from the feeling of her mouth to the way she gripped and pulled at his hips, urging him on. Face red and pupils blown with lust, he barely even blinked, not wanting to miss a second of it. "If- If you need me to stop, just, I don't know. Slap my leg or something."

Really, she was more than strong enough to throw him off of her if she needed to, but he didn't want her to feel like she needed to do that in the first place. He wanted his wife to enjoy their time together, and so far it sure seemed like she enjoyed this.

It was one thing to have Bucky call Steph beautiful while she rode him, with her serum-enhanced breasts and serum-enhanced curves in full view. It was another thing entirely when he did it while she had his cock wedged tightly in her mouth and spit trickling out her lips. What was so beautiful about a view that crude? Yet he loved it, and that he did turned her on all the more.

Would he like it if she lay down, pushed her breasts together, and made him slip his cock in between? If she licked and sucked on its head when he'd thrust it far enough for her to reach? If she let him come on her chest, then made him watch as she wet her fingers in his cum before rubbing her clit and getting herself off? Stephanie Grace Barnes did not have a shortage of filthy fantasies; she only hadn't realized just how much her husband would like them.

Unable to vocalize her assent to his instruction to slap his leg if she needed him to stop, given how full her mouth was, she instead answered by leaning forward and sliding her hands from his hips to his ass. She pushed him toward her, driving his cock deeper until she gagged, but even then she didn't stop, only let him pull back enough before pushing in again.

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