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

"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.

Bucky had had plenty of his own dirty fantasies about Steph over the years, but he certainly hadn't expected her to enjoy everything he pictured, so he was content to just... not bother with that stuff. But, here she was, grabbing his ass and gagging on his cock while actively pulling him in for more.

It was easy to do what she urged him to, though. He wasn't thrusting fast into her or anything, but each time he pulled back to let her quickly catch her breath or get her gag reflex under control, he would push in just a touch further the next time. Moaning, Bucky let his head fall back and his eyes close for a moment, but that didn't last as he wanted to be able to see how he was disappearing into her.

"Jesus Christ, Steph, you trying to fit the whole thing in there?" he asked at one point, then tugged at her hair while he pulled out of her mouth entirely, letting her have a chance to catch her breath.

Steph swallowed and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand before gazing up at Bucky. She was still trying to catch her breath and work some life back into her jaw, but she definitely looked pleased with herself. "We were getting there," she said, grinning.

She was grateful for the break, though she would've kept going just fine if he wanted. She might not have much experience with sex, but she knew things and had the physicality to do most maneuvers or whatever they were called.

"Want me to lie down?" she offered, since he'd mentioned it earlier.

"Wait, can women actually do that? Take the whole thing?" Bucky asked, surprised by the news, then let out a sudden laugh as he moved his hands from Steph's hair to the sides of her head, so he could use his thumbs to rub at the hinge of her jaw for her. . "I thought that was just one of those things I've heard guys run their mouths about that you know isn't true. Sorta like how when guys keep bragging about how big their dicks are they usually have tiny ones, or how they can get any girl they want but you never see them with anyone." Amused, he shook his head, and reached over to grab one of the glasses of mead from the bedside table and took a sip, then offered it to his wife.

"There was this guy in the 107th that even talked about how he missed his wife cause she'd let him put his dick in her ass." None of these guys realized they were talking to a twenty-someodd year old virgin, of course, so Bucky had just gone along with it. But some things they said just didn't sound possible. Or comfortable, especially for the woman, and Bucky actually wanted his wife to enjoy their sex life.

Her question brought the smirk back to his face, though. "I kinda like standing for this so far, as long as you do, too," he admitted as he leaned down to press a kiss to her lips, not caring in the slightest about the spit and drool she still had on her face. Bucky started to slide his hand through her hair, being careful of the occasional tangle that had formed from their activities. "I can get a good grip on you this way."

Steph took a sip of the mead when Bucky offered it, more than happy to keep the buzz going. She managed to be aware that without it she would probably not be as open about her weird sexual fantasies and desires. At least they were past that now and she would no longer have to worry about scaring him off for being too much or not fitting the mold of the demure little virgin that the men of his time seemed to prefer.

"Do you wanna put your dick in my ass?" she asked, genuinely curious. It sounded uncomfortable, but she knew there were lubricants and things that could help with that. And she did have a nice ass, so maybe that was the allure? It didn't really matter what his reasons were, just that if he wanted it, then she was going to make it happen. "And yeah, women can do that. I've seen porn stars do it." The casual admittance was also only possible because of her intoxication.

She moaned softly when he ran his fingers through her hair, anticipation already building from such a simple act. "Anything you want, baby," she practically whimpered, melting into his touch. Though because he was insistent on her liking it too, she quickly added, "But, yeah, I like this position. I can take you in better."

Bucky blinked at her question for a moment, before laughing and shaking his head. "Sweetheart, you might have the greatest ass I've ever seen, but it doesn't sound like something you'd enjoy. And I don't wanna do anything you don't enjoy." It was as simple as that, really. If she didn't like something, then he didn't want to do it.

Lucky for him, there was plenty of other stuff his wife enjoyed. Even some surprising things that didn't seem like something she'd like, but turned out she did. Like trying to shove his cock down her throat.

Bucky, on the other hand, was willing to try anything Steph wanted to, even if it didn't sound great at first. Just cause she wanted to.

After setting the glass aside again, Bucky slid his hands back into Steph's hair, holding the back of her head as he smirked down at her. "You up for trying again yet?"

Steph laughed, relief clear on her face. "Haven't tried it so I don't really know, but I'd be willing to, if you wanted." It was the same for her, really; she wouldn't want to do anything he didn't like, but happy to try anything he did. Peas in a pod. "Although bending me over and just using the next hole might be more comfortable for both of us."

Her eyes closed for a moment when Bucky slid his hands into her hair. With a soft whimper, she shifted on the bed, scooting just a little further back and spreading her legs wider. If he looked past her face, he would notice that the space she vacated, that spot that had been beneath her pussy, was wet.

"Yeah, come here, baby." She reached for his hips, his cock brushing against her cheek as she pulled him closer. From there, she let him do the rest. She wanted him to grip her hair, to tug her head back, to shove his cock into her mouth. She even teasingly offered a piece of resistance by initially pursing her lips together so he would have to make her open them.

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