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[chrisevanscardigan]

So I was just listening to stick season by Noah Kahan and thinking of Steve leaving reader for Peggy. It would be such a great fic someone please right it.

Some lines

"I love New York, but it's the season that you left me"

"I, saw Buck-y and he forgot that I existed"

"So I'll drink Alcohol until my friends come home to New Asgard"

[chloesimaginationthings]

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

[justawhitewolf]

After 💙

[skullfragments]

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?)

[gay-jewish-bucky]

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[pararave]

one lucky guy from Brooklyn

[hellsenthero]

I'll Go Under (With You)

Ep.1 Back From Buisness

Mafia!Stucky X Fem!Reader

After a short business trip that took Steve away, you finally have your two boys home again.

Themes/Warnings: Smut, lots of it.

A/N: This is a series where each fic can be read as a oneshot as well as in any order, despite being numbered. Fics that have a second part will be marked accordingly.

MASTERLIST

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Your fingers grasped at the dark locks of hair between your legs. Simultaneously pulling the head away and pushing yourself closer to the delicious feeling at your center. A thumb rubbed you harshly and you came with a cry. Back arched and head thrown back in pleasure as you were worked through your orgasm.

With a last swipe of his tongue, Bucky stood and undid his belt. He didn't bother pushing his jeans down all the way as he took his hard cock out and sunk into your core.

"Fuck!" You cried as Bucky began thrusting in and out of you. Your dress was pooled at your hips, Bucky laying claim to your breasts with wet kisses.

"Gonna mark you all up," Bucky breathed as he fucked you. "Make sure our boy knows what you were doing while he was gone, yeah."

"More," you begged as you wrapped your legs around Bucky's waist. His left hand slid down to your ass and pulled you further in just as he gave a hard thrust. You swore you could feel him rearranging your insides. "So good." You breathed.

"Gonna make sure he tastes me when he eats you out tonight." Bucky taunted.

"Oh fuck!" You cried. Bucky's dirty talk always did things to you during sex. This afternoon he had some particularly slutty things to say.

"Gonna come on my cock?" He asked with a smirk. His blue eyes bore into you. Watching every bit of pleasure show up on your face.

"Yes!" You admitted, already feeling your legs tense up.

"Come on, baby. Come for me again." Bucky said as his thrusts grew sloppy. You knew he was close, and as that invisible tether in you pulled tighter, you knew you were right there with him.

"Oh my god." You moaned as that tether finally snapped. Your legs shook and your eyes closed. Bucky thrust a few more times before you felt him come inside of you. His cock pulsed with each spurt of come he shot into you.

"Fucking perfect," Bucky murmured as he pulled out of you. You hummed your acknowledgment, your pleasure clouded brain not coming up with the words to speak. "Try to keep that in till Stevie gets home." Bucky coached as he fixed your underwear over your leaking core.

"If you want Stevie to taste you so badly, just fuck his throat when he gets home." You said only half jokingly.

Bucky squeezed your hips tightly before taking a step back, his mouth curled into a full smile and he tucked himself back into his pants. "Such a dirty girl."

You kissed him briefly before pulling away and adjusting your dress. "You love it."

"I do," Bucky admitted before turning around and washing up at the kitchen sink. "Now go rest before our boy gets home."

You hopped off the kitchen island. "I'll lay out in the sun for a bit," you said as you made way to the patio door.

You were outside on the balcony when Steve came home. Bucky was at the stove, cooking dinner. As soon as you heard them speaking, you hopped off the lounger and slid back in through the open patio door. "Steve!" You cried as you shot yourself into his open arms.

"Hey baby," Steve breathed as he held you. He breathed in your scent. A combination of your shampoo and Bucky's cologne. "How's my favourite girl doing?"

"Better now that you're back," you answered, which earned a scoff from Bucky.

"What, did I not satisfy you enough?"

You waved your boyfriend off. "You know I'm always happiest when I'm with the both of you."

Steve gave you a soft kiss. "I know, darling girl."

"Go sit," Bucky ordered as he turned the stove off. "Dinner's almost ready."

"Sir, yes, sir," you giggled as you left the kitchen, hand in hand with Steve. "How was work?" You asked as you sat across from Steve at your dinner table.

"Not great, but I got some deals done." Steve answered.

"So you'll stay home for a while?" You asked.

"Yeah baby, we'll make sure that the next few deals are done in our area of town. Or Bucky will go, I know you must be sick of him by now."

"Hey!" Bucky yelled as you laughed at your boyfriend's antics. "Just for that," Bucky said as he sat a hot bowl of pasta down in front of you. "You'll be served last."

"Wow," Steve gasped, a hand thrown across his chest in mock dramatics. "After all I do for us."

"Suck it," Bucky shot back as he brought out the last serving for Steve.

"I was planning to," Steve answered with a wicked grin. "Before you got so rude."

Bucky grinned like the cat that got the mouse. No one else said anything as you all dug into your dinner. Bucky had made Steve's favourite dish for his return back. He hadn't been gone for long, less than a week, but you all hated any long distance from each other. You especially. You were prone to worrying about your boys' well-being when one of them was gone. With their dangerous line of work, one deal gone wrong could be the end of a life. After a few near-misses on their end and many panic attacks on yours, the boys worked out a system to almost always guarantee they were never gone at the same time. You found that when you had one of them by your side, the stress and anxiety you felt of the others' departure was significantly reduced.

"I'll just be a moment," Bucky said as he stood from the dining room table, pointing a finger at the cellphone ringing in his large hand.

You watched as Bucky walked out onto the balcony before Steve was reaching across the table and giving your hand a gentle squeeze. "He might be a bit, baby." Steve told you. You pouted as you began cleaning up the dishes. You only made it as far as the kitchen sink before Steve stopped you. "I'll do that after, right now I need to spend some time with you."

If you couldn't tell by the timber of your boyfriend's voice what he had in mind, then the slight bulge in his pants gave it away. "Lead the way, handsome." You answered with a coy smile.

Steve had you flat on the bed in record time. His muscled arms caging you in as he leaned above you. His kisses always started soft, small pepperings along your shoulder, cheek, and neck. They quickly grew heated as your hands tangled in his hair. "Missed you so much," Steve rasped.

"'M missed you too, I don't like it when you're gone."

"Don't worry," Steve answered as he slid your dress up and off your body. "I won't be goin' anywhere for a while, baby."

"Good," was all you said before helping Steve she'd his clothing.

He groaned as he got between your legs, thumb rubbing your clit gently as he took long, slow licks of your center. "Bucky fucked you, didn't he?" Steve asked.

"Right before you got home," Bucky answered from the doorway. His shirt was off and his pants were undone, his cock in his hand. He must have been there for a while, but neither you nor Steve had realized.

"Gonna watch me fuck our girl?" Steve asked without looking away from you. The heat in your core only grew with each filthy word out of his mouth.

"You bet," Bucky answered. He gave a swat to Steve's ass as he walked by before settling in the armchair across the room, his cock once again in his hand.

Steve threw his clothes off as both Bucky and you watched. Naked, Steve leaned back between your thighs and licked along your core.

"Fuck!" You cried as you drove your hips up, further into his mouth.

Steve threw an arm down across your hips, holding you down. "Relax, baby."

"I am!" You moaned. "So, so relaxed." Steve chuckled but didn't say anything more, instead focusing his attention on your sex.

Every once in a while, through a haze of pleasure, you'd look across the room at Bucky. He was rubbing himself slowly, every time, never getting faster. It wasn't until Steve sunk his cock into you that Bucky began moving his hand faster up and down his cock.

"Still so fucking tight," Steve gasped. You knew Bucky no doubt had a quip to that, something about stretching you out, but if he said it, you didn't hear. Not over the blood rushing in your ears and the slap of skin on skin.

"Gonna come!" You warned.

"Fuck," Steve moaned. "Me too, baby."

Nearly together, you Steve and Bucky reached your climax. Bucky came all over his chest and stomach. Steve stilled as he filled you with his seed.

"Good god," you whispered to no one in particular. Bucky got up and cleaned himself off in the bathroom, coming back and helping wipe down you and Steve.

"Come to bed Bucky, I wanna sleep with my people."

Bucky chuckled as he climbed into bed with the two of you. "I love you two," he said softly.

"Love you, Buck," you and Steve answered in unison.

[embroid-away]

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.

[immortalmuses]

Avengers: The Children's Crusade

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

[americas-favourite-fossil]

😲

@proud-owner-0f-americas-ass

@steven-rogers-captain-america

[booksandabeer]

"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!

[mutantontheloose]

Guess who couldn’t sleep again?!

Meeee

@serenastark-official

@justawhitewolf

@americas-favourite-fossil

@captain-s-falcon

@sort-of-magneto

@professorcharlesx

[justawhitewolf]

Steve found some old photos

[fandomfluffandfuck]

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. -🐍

related to this

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.

[gay-jewish-bucky]

[thattripleabattery]

I just took a James Bond class in college last semester and it made me realize how male body standards in movies has changed especially me being a big fan of super hero movies

For instance James Bond portrayed by Sean Connery in the 1960s

His character is shown as a bombshell ladies man

When in modern day films portraying a desirable male body shows dehydrated unhealthy bodies which makes me so upset