#s v | a good man ( pre serum )

[apocketfullofmuses]

“You’re a really nice person” (Mels to Steve. So to set the story for this one, what if Mels went on that double date with her sister. Connie on a date with Bucky & Mels on a date with Steve. Imagine the chaos that would have done to timeline. ^__^)

For longer than it should have, the feeling that this was just a pity date had hung around in Steve's mind; it wouldn't have been the first time, either. There had been other dates, with some poor girl having to sit there - usually not hiding the fact that they wanted to be anywhere else - while their friend made eyes at Bucky. Steve was so used to it, to the point that he didn't even mind most of the time these days. Something about this one was different, though.

Steve had expected to have to make some attempt at small talk, that would inevitably fall flat - but that hadn't happened. For whatever reason, this girl - Melinda, actually wanted to talk to him? The longer the date went on, the more comfortable Steve felt talking to her; she was sweet, and funny - and he was sure he'd never seen such a pretty dame before. The tops of his ears turned pink at the compliment, a small smile finding it's way onto the young man's lips.

"Thanks ... you, uh, you're really nice too," he ducked his head down slightly, feeling bashful. "Do you .. uh ... do you wanna take a walk or something?" Even though things had been going well, Steve was still ready for her to say no.

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[apocketfullofmuses]

"Yeah, I don't need a bunch of soldiers looking for me," Steve chuckled, leading the way to the side of the dance floor to catch Bucky and Connie's attention. "I should let Buck know too, he worries more than my Ma sometimes."

When the other couple joined them, Steve and Bucky took a few steps away from the girls. "So?" Bucky asked, brows lifted and a grin beginning to turn up his lips. "We're gonna go take a walk," Steve replied, a bashful smile on his face and pink tint appearing on the tips of his ears. Gleefully, Bucky clapped him on the back, "What'd I tell ya, buddy? You two are perfect for each other, now, don't do anythin' I wouldn't do, Punk."

Steve rolled his eyes at his friend, muttering jerk under his breath as they made their way back over to the girls. "C'mon doll," Bucky grabbed Connie's hand, already leading her back onto the dance floor, "they're playin' our song." They were soon swallowed up by the crowd of other dancing couples. Steve turned to Melinda, offering her his arm.

"We could walk along by the docks? The water can look kinda pretty if we can catch the moon reflecting off it." He probably should've asked Buck for some better ideas where to go, but really he just wanted to hear Melinda talk and laugh some more, where they happened didn't really matter.

A Walk (pre-serum!Steve, Melinda)

Continued from here

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Melinda was actually surprised that her sister had agreed to have her be part of the double date, after all, Melinda was a bit too modern, a woman of her own time. She didn't just bow down in this time, if anything she was throwing hands at anyone who behaved in a way she deemed wrong. Melinda was a fighter, a creature of her upbringing. You start a fight, you better believe she was going to end it. So to find out exactly who she would be going on a date with, the future Captain Steve Rogers. Let's just say she tried to remember everything she could and to meet him, any plans went straight out the window.

He was charming, sweet, and had a kind face. She did her best to try to find out his likes immediately, after all, maybe there was something they had in common despite being born a century apart. And when he mentioned art, she latched on the topic--that was something she too enjoyed doing.

She blushed at the compliment--when was the last time a guy complimented her? Maybe last time she was left at the altar, she shut down that train of thought. At his suggestion she nodded, "Let me tell Connie first, otherwise she's going to try to find a way to get the army to send out a search party." She joked. Though the cavalry had been her brothers, and both of her younger sister on top of her cousins.

[eccentricallygothic]

|| Exciting Changes ||

Description: You were a narcissist and the plan was simple. Have a man who worshipped you all day long as you got to do whatever disgraceful things you desired that no other man would ever let you do. So a 'wuss' like Steve Rogers was the perfect pick... right? 

Pairing: Pre and Post-Serum Steve Rogers | Brat!Reader.

Disclaimer: I (unfortunately) do not own Steve Rogers. This story contains mature content so browse at your own discretion, please. Minors do not interact.

Warning(s): Mentions of toxic relationship, brat tamer!Steve, brat!you, fear kink because Steve has had enough of your high cloud shit, 1940's misogyny because you brought it upon yourself, spanking (both ass and pussy), humiliation, p-in-v, missionary, dacryphilia, hair pulling, slight daddy kink. 

Note: This scenario has been living rent free in my head ever since the day I watched the first CA movie for the first time. Basically, you give smol Steve a chance because none of the other sexist assholes would let you do your bitchy shit. Easy right? Wrong. He gets enhanced and man's in a rut after the procedure. So who does he visit? His little lady love, of course. Idk what this is either but I definitely channeled my Peggy hate in here. No mentions of body type or ethnicity but he's bigger. Hope you enjoy. Feedback is much appreciated! Unedited. 🩷

MASTERLIST

Steve was not really planning on setting you straight the moment you opened the door of your house for him. He really wasn't. Despite the violent surge of hormones the enhancement procedure had caused, he just wanted to see you and maybe a small part of him even wanted to see you realize that you had been wrong. 

… And that he really could be worthy of you. 

But the way your disgusting mouth fired off such condescending and hurtful words the moment you opened the door, not even bothering to look at him as your eyes remained glued to the book -that he was sure contained the most profane content-, he just lost it. 

His patience gave out. 

"Back already?" Steve had a specific knock pattern that familiarized itself to you in the seven months you had been together. "I am surprised you made it back here on those sticks you call legs." Spinning on your heels, you started walking towards the living room, eyes glued on the erotic words of the novel in your hands. 

"It's okay, honey" your tone was full of mock. "I told you it was too good to be true and you didn't have it in you to go through with something like that. If only you had listened to me, you would have saved us a lot of embarrassment but oh well." With a headshake and a sigh, you continued on with digging your grave. "Now that that's over, I am hungry." He had been gone for 2 whole days and the second thing he was getting to hear after your insults was the order to go fix you something to eat. "So- HEY!" 

The novel in your hands was snatched away with such force that your wrists felt sparks ignite in their joints, the noise of paper tearing filling the air as they slipped through your fingers. "WHAT-" you whipped your head to glare at him but his face was nowhere to be found.

Instead, a very broad chest stared back at you as it rose and fell gently. Your eyebrows furrowed as mild panic kicked in. Had you opened the door for someone else? But when your eyes quickly jumped up to the owner of the chest, your vision spun for a split second and heartbeat jumped. 

"St- Steve?!" You sputtered after gaping at the bigger man for who knew how long. The blonde hair and blue eyes were the only things recognizable to you. Everything else, like the anger in the bright orbs, the jaw, the shoulders, the chest and his height was the exact opposite of what you had known before. "What the f-"

"Hey there, Angel." Fuck. You hated the petname. "Were you good for your man while was gone?" His hands that we're much bigger than what you were used to pushed your hair out of your face. "Because by the looks of it…" Even his voice was deeper. Dangling the erotica in front of you two, his eyes scanned over it. "It doesn't look like you were." He had tried to request you time and time again to not read such cheap things that did nothing to improve the mind. 

"Hm?" You could just blink at him and his body dumbly. On what Earth was something like this possible?!

Steve sighed as he tossed the book on the phone table in the living room. "You know what I think, Angel?" Your heart was thundering and cheeks were burning. Shock was the only thing your body could decipher. You didn't know what to feel. Or think. You had thought he was just trying to impress you when he had tried to tell you about the procedure on multiple occasions but you had brushed him off each time. 

A very warm and sense awakening pat was given to your cheek. "Ask me what I think, babygirl" your heart almost froze. Something you had challenged him to call you because you knew he wouldn't due to the filthy context that had been dangling in your hand at the time. 

Steve was a gentleman. So despite the fact that he very obviously adored you in every way possible -the man literally cooked and cleaned for you!- he always pinked and frowned upon your boldness regarding sexual matters and painfully frank nature. Always so loud and shameless with your little girl friends in public settings with your pretty face dirtied with make up and skin-tight revealing dresses. 

Openly flirting with all the men that swooned over you despite already having one. Often times right by your side. 

And then when you were alone, that was another test for him. Knowing his shy nature, you made it a habit to read the vile lines from your novels out loud, always bending more than necessary to pick up things you would drop on purpose, enjoying his blushes and sometimes going so far as to even saying that he wasn't man enough for you. 

Steve had tried confronting you about it once while being afraid of what he was to do if you broke up with him. I pity you. Had been your answer. Because if not for me, you will die alone. Contrary to his expectation that you would finally say something sweet like in those romance novels and stories, you had crushed his heart and trampled on the pieces. 

"W-" you sputtered again dumbly, blinking and gulping while trying to gather your thoughts. "What do you th- think, Steve?" 

"I think it's high time you learnt a lesson in manners and respect, huh?" It had ended up in a fight. When you had told him during a makeout session that you had been a naughty girl to hopefully try and satiate your fantasies. He was still a man after all. One with a pretty decent cock for his size. Steve had flat out refused to hurt you in any way. I don't have it in me to see you cry. 

"Hm?" Your pussy shot back up to life when the back of the same hand that had patted your cheek before tapped against your other cheek now, almost making your head loll to be side. "What do you say, Angel?" The way his fingers pinched your chin to bring your face back to the center before he moved it side to side sent a shiver from your spine to your holes. 

Holy shit. 

Your throat was dry as a dessert. But something else was starting to get wet. "Yes, Steve…" With the way his eyebrows slightly moved you could tell he was as surprised by your response as you were. 

It was out before you had been able to stop yourself. 

Excitement was starting to thrum through the entirety of your body. 

Oh God. 

Were you finally about to experience a fraction of all that you had read? 

Finally something real and not imagination while you fucked yourself? 

"I need to be taught a lesson so bad, Steve" you greedily nudged him despite being pretty fucking scared of his transformed body and whatever hex it had taken them to get him to tower over you like this. 

But you really wanted to see the product. You decided. 

"Damn right you do" a loud gasp left you when you were hurled over his shoulder in the next moment, both ends of your body hanging helplessly from either sides of his shoulders. "Little sluts like you don't deserve the gentleman treatment" Steve sat down on the couch and very effortlessly bent you over his knee. 

You bit your lip as your head spun, hole clenching around nothing as your lover spread your legs. 

"Pathetic girl" he clicked his tongue as he roughly pulled your underwear down, his strength tearing it in the process. The sound of his hand cutting through the air was loud in the silent room before the impact of bare skins reverberating rang in the air. "Always acting like you didn't give a shit but wearing my shirt like a lovesick bitch when I wasn't around." 

What? 

Yes he was a loser but he was your loser. 

Two days was a long time even for your stubborn self. 

While you had refused to accompany him and told him all the harsh things possible, you had been anxious and scared. 

It was your own twisted way to try and keep him unharmed from what you had suspected to be mad scams. 

These two days were the longest you had gone without hearing from him at all. 

"Telling me I wouldn't make it?" The slaps were fucking painful but the vibrations that travelled down to your weeping pussy were worth the heat. "Not being there for me when I needed you the most?" You tried to cry out like the girls in your books. You really did. "The first thing I see when I step out from the machine?" But all that came out were moans of need.

Loud, throaty, aroused and shameless moans. 

"That dumb English whore who thought it was okay to touch what belonged to my Angel" your ears perked up as you whipped your head to peek up at him through your hair that had fallen over your face. Who? "All because you weren't there because you rather stay at home like a little a bratty fucking self-centered know-it-all bitch" Steve seemed to be taking the rage of the encounter out on you. 

You wanted to inquire about the English whore in question but the way your ass was starting to seethe rendered you unable to form any words.  

"But I guess that would have been fine, huh Angel?" Steve spread your legs and wrapped his free arm around your waist to pull you upwards. "Since you always thought it was okay to flirt with all those assholes right in front of me!" A scream exploded in the room when his huge hand boomed against her soaked pussy, the dark red on her ass having both satisfied and bored him by then. 

"STEVE!" You blinked away stars as your hips tried to move, legs flailing pathetically while you hung from his grasp. "PLEASE!" The next slap had you blinking away stars. Fuck. Not that he had ever laid a finger on you in this way before but from the handholding and intimate sessions you could tell he had gotten stronger tenfold. 

"Aw, what's the matter, babygirl?" Steve kept on taunting and spanking your swollen pussy that made the mode embarrassing squelching sounds due to the arousal constantly leaking out of it. "You not woman enough to take it?" You had dug your own grave.  

"Please, Steve!" Tears streamed down your cheeks less from the pain and more from the humiliation of realization of your situation. Confusion. Arousal. 

You, the mighty Y/n, bent over the town wuss Steve Rogers' knee that you had only started to date because you knew he would both worship you and put up with whatever you wanted. 

Helpless and humbled yet wanting. 

Desperate. 

"Please what?" 

"Please…" So many emotions and thoughts were bolting through you. "Please…" Your chest heaved as you sobbed due to how overwhelmed you were. "Please…" Hanging your head low, you found yourself aching for his hand that had stopped it's assault and so your resolve became clear to your hazy mind with each passing second. "... More." 

A feeling of sickness washed over you momentarily as realisation dawned upon you during a moment of clarity when you were left to your thoughts briefly as he undid his pants. 

You were loving this. 

The humiliation of being set straight by Steve Rogers. 

The fear of being at the mercy of this form of his that you barely recognized. 

That feeling that you were not as big as you liked to think of yourself.

The reduction of your being from the daughter of one of the biggest names in town to a mere ragdoll as your man that you used to walk all over bending you against the couch like a common whore instead of taking you to the bed like a respected lover. 

Your fingers clasped around the edges of the couch as a cold sigh shook its way past your lips. 

"You don't deserve the bed" Steve seemed to read your mind as he aligned his tip that had gotten five times thicker against your well lubricated and inviting entrance. "That is for good women who respect and support their men" the hurt in his words was clear as he pushed in to you. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head at the feeling and the acknowledgement of his increased size. Words of his old self rang in your ears. 

Acts of passion and intimacy are sacred to relationships. You had scoffed at him. We must not ruin their sanctity by performing them just anywhere like animals. You had rolled your eyes at him. You are my Queen, Y/n, I know you think it's all 'ridiculous' but I would never disgrace you or disrespect you by violating your dignity in any way. You had pushed at his chest as he had struggled to keep spooning you in his bed. To be touched openly is below you. You deserve to be worshipped in a bed with all the love that I have. In a proper bed. You had taunted him about fucking you against the counter that day. 

Fuck you like he was doing right now. 

"You're not a woman" while you were a heaving mess from the prostate shattering pounding that you were receiving, his breathing stamina seemed to be perfectly fine. "You're a mere girl." His hand wrapped around your hair, coiling the length over his palm before he pulled you back with a jolt. "A disgusting, ill mannered little disrespectful girl that needs a lot of discipline." Your pussy hole tried to retract with each thrust, muscles clenching around his thick cock that was decorated with bulging veins.

"But not to worry," he pulled your head back until your head reached his lips and your neck curved as much as it could. "Her Daddy's finally home and he is determined to set her straight." Your eyes rolled to the back of your head once more as you crashed and succumbed to the heat between your hips that now soared all the way up to your torso, the violent thrusts tossing your breasts up and down. 

A sickening smile made its way on Steve's handsome face as he hit your sensitive bundle of nerves each time he slammed in. "Fucking hell, Angel. You loved that, didn't you?" He could feel the first of his many orgasms for the day starting to claw it's way up. "You twisted fucking filthy whore." 

"Yes, Steve!" You sobbed as post orgasm sensitivity washed over you, body shaking violently due to the influx of emotions. "Yes! I am a filthy Angel whore!" A pained moan escaped you when you clenched around his cock in response to the overstimulation. 

He wasn't allowed you fuck you after you orgasmed as you hated overstimulation. It was his fault if he couldn't go before you. No matter how close he was, once you had cum he always pulled out and relieved himself by hand. 

But now…

Oh, you loved the loss of power. 

You couldn't even lie. 

"For the whole town that you love to flirt with?" Steve's voice was low but rough as he fucked your now even tighter and wetter pussy to orgasm. "Didn't catch that, Angel" a harsh spank cut your mindless blabber short and you obediently spoke through the bubbles forming in your mouth. 

"No! No! Only for you! Steve! I swear!"

"Better fucking be" he was on the edge. "Come fucking here" the man grunted as he harshly pushed you up against his chest by grabbing a handful of one of your boobs, pushing his body against yours to knock you both down on the couch. "Who owns you?" Fuck. He really was a different man. "Who is fucking you?" You sobbed as he bent you over the backrest over the couch, his chest draped over your back as he pressed harsh kisses and bites to your cheeks and jaw. "And you better fucking use your words or I'll fuck your mouth so hard that you'll really become fucking dumb." The threat made you realize that you were nearing another orgasm. 

"Steve Rogers!" You were full on crying at this point as you felt his hot seed coat your insides while he battered you raw. "Steve Rogers is fucking me! And he owns me!" When his fingers pinched your nipple roughly you couldn't help but clench again and add. "He is the only one who owns me!" A scream left you as you hit another orgasm out of humiliating overstimulation, shuddering as Steve fucked his high off while basically chewing on the skin of your jaw. 

You panted and collapsed against the couch, completely submitted to his mercy as you shook, blinking away the stars in your vision as the vertigo of your ears slowly dissipated notch by notch. 

Steve took his sweet time slowing down and then staying inside you while he admired his handy work on your ass cheeks and between them. Your crack was full of both your juices. 

A loud whine trembled out of you when he finally pulled out with a plop, the sudden loss of warmth upsetting your cavern despite the hypersensitivity.

"Up" Steve harshly smacked your sore ass as he got up to his feet and tucked his cock inside his pants. "Go and fix me a meal." When you dumbly turned your head to look at him in disbelief, he raised an eyebrow and the dangerousness in the expression had you jumping to your feet that you could barely feel. "Tsk, such a useless girl. Can't even have a proper lunch ready for her man for when he gets back from work" he relentlessly degraded you as you struggled to stand and he did his pants. 

"S- Sorry, Steve…" Yet you could only sputter out a submissive apology. "J- Just…" You went to hurriedly limp away, pleasing him the only priority in your clouded mind. 

Your hair was caught on something before your legs almost pulled away from under you from the force. "Where's my kiss?" Steve finally said one thing common with his old self after pulling you back to face him by the hold he had on your head. 

A shudder trickled down to your pussy as you whimpered. "S- Sorry, Daddy" before you pressed your lips to his. 

Fuck. 

You were scared.

There was so much to find out and get used to. 

But you couldn't have lied if you tried.

It excited you. 

[jordanlahey]

Bucky Barnes A-Z NSFW

300 FOLLOWERS WRITING CHALLENGE IS OPEN!

A (Aftercare)

Bucky’s from the 40’s he’d be a gentleman naturally but it all depends on the previous activities. If it was very intimate he would run you a bath with bubbles and carry you there, it if was rough then you would most likely be too tired and sore to move so he would happily just get a washcloth and wash you up.

B (Body Part)

Bucky’s favourite part of you would be your hands. He likes to hold them, it’s his way of knowing you are actually there and it’s a coping mechanism, if he’s nervous or insecure he reaches for your hands.

Bucky never really liked a part of him until he met you and you had let it slip while you were drunk that you loved his thighs and ever since then he’s favoured them mostly cause he knows you get off on them ;))

C (Cum)

Bucky would prefer to cum inside you it’s only on occasion when he would pull out and cover you. It just really depends on his mood.

D (Dirty Secret)

Bucky would really like to have a threesome with you and Steve but he doesn’t like sharing you but it doesn’t stop him from thinking about it.

E (Experience)

He would have quite a bit of experience from the 40’s since he use to be a bit of a womaniser but lost all it when we’d been brainwashed. It would take a bit of time for him to get his little tricks and techniques back.

F (Favourite Position)

Missionary definitely he likes to see you fall apart.

G (Goofy) 

The first few times the two of you have sex he’d take it very seriously but after awhile maybe a joke or two but mostly just serious. 

H (Hair)

Bucky doesn’t much care for hair but he keeps down there pretty well groomed.

I (Intimacy)

Bucky prefers intimacy nights where it’s all romance it’s usually after he wakes from a nightmare, after dates and anniversaries. He’s only ever rough after a tough mission or he’s extremely jealous.

J (Jack Off)

He wouldn’t do it much unless you were out of a really long mission and couldn’t be there to help him out.

K (Kink)

Bucky definitely has a sergeant kink, he loves it when you call him that, brings him back to the good ol’ days. For the rougher nights he, without a doubt would have a dom/sub kink with light bdsm like spanking.

L (location)

Buck’s a private man he’d prefer to keep it that way so the bedroom or shower is the only place for the two of you to be intimate.

M (motivation)

Seeing you in his shirts with nothing but your underwear on and your hair in a messy ponytail/bun. Or seeing you in a tight fitting dress at Tony’s parties and Sam is trying to talk with you, it sets him off immediately.

N (NO)

BDSM anything but a bit of spanking is a big No No!

O (Oral)

 He prefers to give than receiving but he wouldn’t complain if you went down on him, he just likes go show his girl some lovin’.

P (Pace)

Slow and passionate for those loving moments, Rough and fast for the rougher moments.

Q (Quickie)

Bucky likes a quickie before a mission even if it’s just oral, it’s more of a pre-mission ritual for the both of you.

R (Risk)

Bucky isn’t much of a risk taker but depends on his mood.

S (Stamina)

He’s a super soldier, he could go all night if you wanted but you both stop after 3 rounds.

T (Toy)

He doesn’t have any and doesn’t prefer to use them anyways but does his metal arm count? Cause he’d use that on you anytime ;))

U (Unfair)

Bucky only teases you if you are being a brat and purposely flirting with guys at Tony’s party.

V (Volume) 

He’s quiet but going on the rough side he likes to be loud and make you scream.

W (Wild Card)

Bucky likes seeing you in red lingerie, he doesn’t mind any other colour but red is just his favourite. 

X (X-Ray) 

Bucky had the serum but it didn’t change much, he’s big but not huge. He’s more thicker than long.

Y (Yearning) 

He’s been in and out cryo and he would only be let out for a mission then back in again. So at first his sex drive wouldn’t be high until he first gets a taste of it then it is quite high.  

Z (ZZZ)

Bucky is the last one to fall asleep, he likes to watch you fall asleep first to make sure that you are safe it’s more of a routine for him he’s needs to make sure you are safe and he also suffers from nightmares so he would worry about hurting you during one of your episodes.

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[peaches--n-scream]

😩🌸🕯😳 for Steve (pre and/or post serum idc lol) (and Thor if u want!!!) tbh i'm not really in this fandom but im always here for allergies and chris evans u kno

Holy shit I’m so excited about these lmao. SINCE U ASKED MY FRIEND I’M gonna do literally everything (so, pre-serum Steve, post-serum Steve, and Thor because I LOVE A MAAANNN)

😩: Do they tend to sneeze just once or twice, or multiple times? Do they have fits frequently or rarely? Does how many times they sneeze depend on the cause?

Steve: 

So with pre-serum Steve, it’s gotta be at least three, and nothing less will suffice. It depends on the situation though, like if he’s sick, or if it’s chilly out, or if his allergies are acting up, it’s probably gonna be a lot more. His immune system ain’t shit, and he’s allergic to pretty much everything under the sun, so fits aren’t exactly an uncommon occurrence. There’s barely any time in between sneezes either, and it’s literally just one after the other, barreling out of him until he’s a hot mess. They’re kinda uncharacteristically strong too, cause he’s such a little guy, but they’re surprisingly intense, and just rattle his frame, which makes him more susceptible to all that: “You poor thing!” shit that he hates with a burning passion. 

Post-serum-Steve has kept the rule of three’s pattern, and that’s kind of his max. No more, no less. They’re a lot less jarring and a little more cut-and-dry, but damn can they be intense sometimes. He kind of tends to repress them in public, or when he’s around hOT PEOPLE OF THE SAME OR OPPOSITE GENDER (HE LIKES THE FELLAS AND HE LIKES THE LADIES AIGHT?) But he typically loosens up with people he’s comfortable with. Fits are a lot less frequent because of the serum, but every once upon a blue moon, he’ll just go ham, and it’s one after the other just like old times. Consequence of infrequency? Maybe.

Thor:

Thor’s usually pretty good with just one, and if he does happen to sneeze multiple times, they’re pretty spaced out with like 10 or 15 seconds in between. Fits are super super super rare, and when they do happen, they’re also hella spaced out, like 15 or 20 sneezes in ten minutes, (which usually invokes the: “Holy shit! How many was that again? Like, what... is that eight now? Jesus!” response from most people who are blessed enough to witness that shit)

 I feel like they’re relatively intense, but not as room shaking and thunderous as most people would expect. They’re actually like… kind of normal, despite the fact that the sky darkens a little bit, and thunder rumbles in the distance. It’s weird nonetheless cause it’s such an uncommon occurrence that it kind of catches people off guard. I also like to think that he gives people static cling? Like he sneezes a couple times and thunder rolls and the sky darkens everyone’s hair kind of stands on end? that shit is hella cute

🌸: Are they allergic to any kind of plants? Flowers, weeds, trees? If yes, how bad are their allergies to those plants?

SPRINGTIME IN NEW YORK IS CRUEL TO PRE SERUM STEVE ROGERS. Pollen gets him every. time. Asthma definitely just makes everything worse, and by the time May rolls around, the poor kid is just miserable and wheezy and rattly and coughing up a lung.

🕯: Are they allergic to other things? Dust, animals, perfumes, certain fragrances? Anything that might be considered “out of the ordinary” to be allergic to? How bad are those allergies?

With pre-serum-Steve, it’s always always always smoke. Like cigarette smoke (v/aesthetic for the 1940′s I know), car exhaust, coal dust, and all that good stuff. It just bugs the absolute hell out of him, and wreaks havoc on his sinuses, and Bucky will never ever take him to a bar ever again, because that one time was a gOTDAMN catastrophe 

Muscly, v/hot and also woke america man isn’t exactly allergic to anything post-serum, bUT FEAR NOT, bc he’s photic. Sunshine sneezes, while hella cute, aren’t exactly an allergy, but u know what I’m thirsty as hell so

LMAO IM SORRY IF THESE WERE RLLY STUPID OR CRINGEY BUT IT’S AIGHT HOPE U HAVE A GOOD DAY LOL