It took my a month to see this but i used to be really into them. I just think Steve switching from this tiny little thing that Bucky would always have to protect to a buff man who was actually taller and stronger than Bucky,,,, it would do things to a man. A size kink fic that showed the before/after would be AMAZING. Bucky loving to take care of Steve when he was smaller, being so gentle and soft, basically a pleasure top because he just loved making Steve’s face twist up and having him make those sweet sweet noises.
And then its the 21st century and Steve can hold him down and fuck him like no one else can and it’s addicting, it has a good kind of fog creeping into Bucky’s brain and threatening to never leave. Suddenly its Steve’s turn to wring pleasure from him. While before Bucky really loved edging Steve,, now Steve really loves making Bucky cum until he can’t take it anymore - and with the soldier serum he can TAKE IT.
I also may be a but dumb and missing something i dont know what the second half of this retro means.

Henry being uncomfortable because he’s in America, with people who are Alex’s friends and his acquaintances, but he pushes through it because Alex’s lips look nice around the rim of a bottle and sometimes he’ll lick a drop of his drink from the corner of his mouth and all thoughts of excusing himself to his hotel disappear. They’ve just started dating, most people at the party don’t know and they can’t tell them. Henry has to stay at an appropriate distance from Alex and it’s killing him. The guy who hits on Alex isn’t someone Henry can remember the name of, but at one point they were probably introduced to each other. He puts a hand on Alex’s shoulder, offers him a too-sweet drink and doesnt move away when Alex declines. He lingers, in a spot that’s carved out for Henry, unaware or careless of the way Alex shifts beneath the weight of his arm around his shoulders. Alex seems oblivious to the intention, just mindlessly entertaining an overly-friendly stranger. Maybe it’s something he’s used to, and that thought fuels the fire in Henry’s chest even more.
The guy leans forward, halfway through telling some dumb joke, and plants a kiss on Alex’s cheek—and that’s what finally breaks Henry’s patience.
It’s one swing. A punch with too little force and too much alcohol behind it. It leaves a soft red mark and a stunned expression on the guys face. Alex is pulling Henry away and out of the room before more can happen. Before the guy realises that the prince of Wales just punched him and decides that the power of the crown isn’t enough to dissuade a retaliation.
Alex is a little pissed, a little flattered. He pulls Henry into a closet and kisses him with messy, drunk lips. There’s not enough coordination between the two of them for it, and it’s interupted by Alex’s giggling as he slowly processes how much shit they’re going to be in.

Oh absolutely. After they fuck in Helping Out Bear cant stop thinking about Puppy asking Bear to breed him. It haunts him. He cant touch his dick without thoughts of his cum leaking out of Puppy, or of Puppy begging him to cum inside, or of Puppy’s lips forming that one of word.
He /wants/, and a want that deep starts to bleed into his every day life, until Bear is constantly making jokes about daddy kinks and being called daddy. It takes a while for Puppy to catch on considering, but he’s very excited at pandering to Bear’s kink and getting him riled up about it. Suddenly the jokes are between both of them, with a much heavier (sexual/teasing) undertone.

I adore that. They both keep creating circumstances where they have to go on a car ride, not realising the other’s doing it. Bear loves the weight and closeness. He loves looking down and seeing Puppy’s eyes half-closed as he slowly drifts off. He likes imagining Puppy’s head resting against his chest instead, so close to his heart that he can hear the rapid beat of it. Sometimes Puppy will look up at him, so close that Bear thinks about leaning down and kissing him, and then scold Bear for not keeping his eyes on the road.
Roadtrips are a good opportunity for the one bed trope as well. They stop at motels along the way and at first they get two seperate rooms, and then one room with two beds, until they rationalise that one bed is saving money so of course they should. Bear wales up one night with Puppy curled up to him, his head resting on his chest, and its like all his wishing has come true.