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Man this scene in FNAF 2 movie is gonna be wild-

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July 4th, 2024 - Steve Rogers has been alive for 106 slutty, slutty years

Happy Birthday Steve! It's ok that you fell asleep before the party started; an old man needs his nap time <3

This started off silly and cute and then veered into slightly self-indulgent territory. I will not apologize.

(yes, OF COURSE the kiss is from Bucky, who else could get away with the party hat, smooch, and flash photo without waking him?)

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one lucky guy from Brooklyn

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My inspiration was this post. Please click for better quality of my chaotic manips lol. Steve x Bucky (And Alpine) Forever!

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What If: Captain America Were Revived Today? #44 (April 1983) by Peter B. Gillis and Sal Buscema; Original Image by John Romita Sr.

In this What If? Marvel tale, Captain America is unfrozen in 1983 rather than the 1960s. Without the leadership of Steve Rogers, The Avengers disband. Meanwhile, a Captain America imposter, who calls himself a "real American," has decided to use his newfound influential media status to publicly support a National Identity Card to "deal with illegal aliens,” to suggest that members of civil rights groups "ought to think seriously as to whether or not their actions contribute to the strengthening of communist enemies," and declare that if those groups tear the country apart with protests, martial law is justified "for the peace to find a solution.”

Neighborhoods with large black populations (e.g., Harlem) are walled off and forced into poverty, and one character even mentions that Jewish people are being “put back into camps.” The right-wing politicians make sure that things like this aren’t shown on television, keeping the majority of the American public ignorant of the horrors committed with their indifferent support. The public are simultaneously told that with some sacrifices, America can be free once again. The fake Captain America confronts a group of peaceful protestors, and he is shot by a sniper (in what reads like an inside job), allowing the police to have “reason” to attack the protestors. The imposter does not die and instead uses the attack to provide more reason for the violent crackdown against protesting groups.

When the true Captain America is unfrozen, he is horrified to see what America has become, especially with his emblem stamped all over it. He immediately seeks out the resistance forces (who clearly represent the Black Panther Party) and joins their cause, stating that "the wrongs [he's] seen will take much more than one man to right -- but [he's] got a name to clear, a costume to unsoil-- and a country to die for!!"

By the time Steve joins them, the resistance only has one chance left to stop the American downfall: a political convention where the "America First" party will be able to secure its support to sweep the national elections and allow them "to return America to the pure and great nation [the] forefathers envisioned."

The resistance strikes just as the convention begins. The Captain America imposter is no match in a fight against the true Captain America -- especially against a Steve Rogers who's fucking pissed. ("Get up so I can knock you down!!")

With the imposter knocked unconscious, Captain America addresses the convention crowd, warning that an America that does not represent all its people does not deserve to exist at all; that liberty can be "as easily snuffed out [in America] as in Nazi Germany" and "as a people, we are no different from them."

The crowd realizes that the man speaking before them is the true Captain America and cheers. Captain America holds his hand up and silences them, stating that he will not allow them the chance to simply replace one idol with another. He alone can’t undo the horrible damage, and he pleads that there’s still a chance for the people to “find America once again.”

Fascism doesn’t change its tune, just its singers.

A 2021 Marvel Trumps Hate ( @marveltrumpshate ) commission, completed on 22-count aida cloth with embroidery floss and watercolors on a 9" diameter bamboo hoop.

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Your Camera Roll: If You Were Mafia!Stucky's S/O

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Avengers: The Children's Crusade

Steven Grant Rogers, you did not just call these two boys Friends...

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Steve found some old photos

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"Shared Life Experience"

"Believe it or not, it’s kind of hard to find someone with shared life experience." (Steve Rogers | CATWS)

I was looking for visuals of Steve's transformation for my thesis... and instead this happened and I gave myself A Pain. Now you get to feel it, too. You're welcome, everybody!

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Steve and Bucky coordinating couples mugs

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Guess who couldn’t sleep again?!

Meeee

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Bucky puts something inside Steve that presses on him just right, and locks it in so it can't be removed. Then he makes Steve walk laps around a track, each step pushing him closer to orgasm. When he slips over that edge, if he stops walking, Bucky ruins the release. It's really, really hard to keep walking as he orgasms, he learns. But Bucky makes him keep going until he's been drained dry. -🐍

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Jesus...

Okay, okay, this sort of predicament play is hot as shit but... can we focus on how he loses his composure with it rather than how he manages to keep it together?

Because the part of this that is most fucking devasting to me is the part where Steve becomes such a fucking mess. The part where Steve's trying to resist--by tooth and nail--yet still crumbling beneath the insistent pressure of the butt plug inside him that sends waves of gutting arousal through him, pleasure, pleasure, pleasure, against his prostate, lapping at him like waves crashing onto shore, demanding to erode him. And it's because of him. That arousal. Himself.

He's doing this to himself.

That might be the worst part. Bucky isn't touching him, so Steve is administering his own torture of his own volition--his own body acting on his own nervous system. He has to keep going to eventually orgasm but also, he doesn't want anything but to stop, even if it means a ruined orgasm. Being ruined would be better than being set ablaze from the inside out with no relief, nothing to quench the thirst of his charred tongue, hanging out of his mouth dumbly, panting.

Steve's already ruined.

And he wants to fall to his knees and press his face to the ground and cry at Bucky's feet, pleading to just cum, he'll do anything, he'll hump his leg humiliatingly, he'll lick his boots to degrade himself and clean his dominant, he'll eat him out for fucking hours until his lips are swollen and cracked, his jaw aching from it, wet with spit from the tip of his nose down to his chin--drenched. Just, please, no more walking.

No more.

Steve can not fucking bear another step. If he weren't stuffed full, he could go on for hours and hours and hours, this is nothing but walking, he has the serum, it'd be a fucking cake walk if not for that sweet, harsh pressure. But with that sweet, harsh pressure carving itself inside him, pleasuring and agonizing him-? He can't.

Please.

No more walking, Steve can't focus. He can't think. He can only feel. He's burning up and crackling and sweating bullets. He's on fire.

Lemme cum. I wanna cum. Please, please, please! His tongue, lips, and teeth won't work, so it's just Steve's overworked brain sloppily thinking, too fast and too needy.

Yeah...

It's about the 🤌🏻crumbling🤌🏻 for me.

Like, don't get me wrong, I do love me some pretending to be big and strong and put on a brave face while writhing and squirming underneath it all. But I love such a big, strong man crumbling to whimper, too 🥵🥴

And so consider--

Maybe rather than walking laps around a track, Steve has to actively serve his dom while he's all forced full and denied. He's still walking, though. And walking so carefully and slowly at that, padding gingerly around, trying to spare himself from as much torture as possible but remaining chained and stuck no matter what he does. He will be pleasured no matter what he does.

Bucky will make sure of it because...

Steve's agonized with a vibrating plug stuffed in his shapely, sculpted ass while he's cleaning their home top to bottom. Everything and anything Bucky can think of: vacuuming carpets, sweeping floors, dusting shelves, wiping down counters, scrubbing the shower, washing the dishes, running laundry, etc., etc. He's mobile as shit. Walking but bending and stretching, too.

Steve has to be all over the place to keep up with what Bucky's asking of him--Steve wants to do it.

It aches.

It throbs.

It hurts.

He wants to be good.

He needs to be good.

Steve has to do it. He has to grit his teeth and bear the pleasure, the pressure, the fullness. Yes. No. Please. Yes.

How can Bucky be so perfectly devious?

Ngh.

To keep Steve full as he hobbles around the house and fights with himself, submurging into subspace, mushy and sweet, even while his brat side starts to whisper, it's been so long, so many hours, you need to cum, you deserve to cum, Bucky's locked him into a chastity belt with a low, vibrating plug beneath it. It's tight to his body. Biting in. His cock is as fucking hard as it can be when so restrained. Steve can't breathe, shift, or buzz without feeling the body-hot metal. It's so deep. Every tiny, pathetic whimper is forced out of him; every gasping cry with his eyes rolling back so far it hurts; every teeth chattering hit of pleasure when he bends over or straightens back up or moves too suddenly and that vibration guts him deeper, more, making him groan.

Locked and filled, Steve starts out walking between the keep-busy tasks Bucky gives him to serve him, but, of course, he succumbs to it and ends up stumbling. Steve gets this hazy, faraway look in his eyes, and this blotchy, red stain--just the prettiest, most gorgeous blush--all the way down his face onto his neck and chest as he hits his stride. Thoughtless and obedient. Wandering around the house. Doing what he's supposed to with his mind melted, completely gone. Then, eventually, after going from striding confidently to stumbling over his own feet to...

Crawling.

He's crawling, crawling, crawling--falling over his own hands and knees, nearly skidding onto his pretty, dumb face, muscles shaky and giving out again, then again, ending up shivering so fucking hard with his teeth chattering loudly that he lands in a heap. Shaking, whimpering, lying there, buzzing with the low vibrations of his heavy, deeply-shoved-in butt plug. He is totally devastated. Weak and needy in their hallway, all alone until--

Footsteps.

Bucky.

Steve is so overwhelmed with relief, knowing Bucky is coming to get him that he could cry. He is. He's crying. Shivering so hard, he might as well be convulsing. He can't pretend any longer. It's so much. He needs to cum.

Please.

If Steve manages to say anything to his dom and not just sob, chest heaving, breathing hitched, then bucky doesn't dignify him with a related response. Instead, he just coos, the way he'd speak to a thoughtless animal, a naughty dog, "oh, there you are, you silly boy! I was wondering where you got off to."

Got off.

Oh, god.

Steve wants to get off.

He wants it so bad he can taste it.

"Aw, honey, are you all tuckered out? You playing too hard and now you're conked out?"

Steve whines weakly.

"Mmm-hmm, I thought so, well, let's get you to bed, then, hmm? You need a nap, baby?"

Steve shakes his head as best as he can. He wants to cum! He doesn't want to fucking nap! He wants--

He wants too badly, his mouth watering and his eyes leaking messily, tears, crying because he's so tired of torturing himself. He wants Bucky to touch him. He wants to cum. He wants Bucky to let him to cum. He wants Bucky to make him cum. He's been good. He's been so good. He's done everything he's asked and more. He just can't take it anymore. He can't even crawl.

Please.