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Human rights protest circa 1935
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Steve got distracted by his muse ❤️
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Hey kids! Calm down.
Bucky Barnes and Steven Rogers were inseparable on both schoolyard and batterfield
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Skinny Steve & Bucky~ I think I need to make more B&W pictures of them. 🖤
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There were times, back then, when Steve was sure he wasn’t going to pull through.
When the fever had consumed him for days, and the breath burned thick in the back of his throat, and Steve felt himself slip too close to the dark place that lived behind his eyelids, across the threshold of his consciousness.
Death, he thought: hovering like a loving mother at his side.
He could feel it, like a cold whisper gusting against his skin, chilling him with words of warning. Soon, it said; and Steve was too weak to do anything but lie there and listen.
He tried to tell Bucky once, drifting out of a delirious sleep.
“If… if death came tomorrow...”
“You’d punch him in the face,” Bucky shushed him softly, carding his fingers through Steve’s hair. The healthy warmth of his hand felt nearly cool against the fevered heat of Steve’s skin, and Steve leaned blindly into the soothing touch, sighing his relief as Bucky’s knuckles stroked his cheek.
Bucky. The world seemed to be fading at the edges, like a sheet of paper burning from the outside in, curling ash-black and falling away piece by piece; but Bucky was still there.
Bucky was made of gentleness and sound, sweet like the sweet nothings he poured in Steve’s ear when Steve slept fitfully, swept into his feverish haze and lost to the world for hours on end.
Bucky was touch: an anchor. Bucky was color, familiar and dependable, like the blue of the sky, the yellow heart of daisies, the stain-black of charcoal.
Steve glimpsed the downturned corners of his mouth, his lovely lovely mouth, red like ripe apples. Steve had dreamed of kissing it once. Twice. Every other night.
Bucky’s cheeks were so pale. His eyes looked so tired, circled by the bruise-like purple of his skin.
He hadn’t been sleeping, Steve knew. Steve had been sleeping, though – he’d stolen Bucky’s share of it while his body burned up from the inside.
“Buck,” Steve rasped, his voice thin and crusty, like plaster peeling off the wall. “If... if I go...”
Bucky shook his head, one curl coming loose from the once careful sweep of his hair. His pretty lips quirked up, a slip of a smile found so easily like he’d rehearsed it a dozen times before.
“Nah. You’re not going anywhere,” he said, collecting Steve’s hand to cradle it in both of his.
Steve’s head lolled sleepily on his pillow, lured by the sound of Bucky’s trembling voice.
“Buck.”
“Shh. You’re staying right here, where I– where I can keep an eye on ya.”
Silence spilled in the room, just for a moment – the space of a sniffle, of a soft, shivery exhale.
“Gotta make sure you don’t get into trouble, don’t I?”
One of Bucky’s hands left him briefly, and when it enveloped him again, there was a wetness there; one little drop trickling from the bridge of his finger, to land cool on Steve’s skin.
“Just. Just like I promised.”
And Steve knew then.
If Death did come; if it seized his wrist with its bone-thin fingers and bade him to follow, Now, child, it is time, Steve would say: No. He’s not ready.
He would think of the apple-red mouth he had never kissed yet, save for in his dreams; of the love he hadn’t quite begun to shape into words. He’d think of the life he’d only just caught a glimpse of, stretched far on the road ahead of him, twined with Bucky’s own as they reached into the future, together. Simply. Always.
No, Steve would tell Death. He’s not ready.
And neither am I.
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Steven "Fight me" Rogers
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2023-03-22
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"Wait - is that supposed to be me?"
Stevie is jack.ad.astra (insta)
Bucky is 32557038t41t420 (insta)
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I relate to Bucky because I too would fight anyone who dared insult preserum Steve rogers
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Steve and the Barnes family
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Thinking about what might have happened if Steve never got the serum and wasn't in Italy when he heard of Bucky's capture.
In Brooklyn, November 1943, Steve gets a letter saying Bucky is MIA. That's not dead and his heart clings to that faint glimmer of hope. Not dead, just missing. Bucky's a fighter. The army will find him and eventually he'll come home.
But then Steve reads about how the 107th were captured and that the army is refusing to mount a rescue. Steve would never let an injustice like stand, serum or no. Especially not if there's a chance Bucky is still alive.
He starts making a racket, Bucky's friends and coworkers in their neighbourhood support Steve's efforts and the racket gets heard. He gets arrested for it, but a Cop friend of Bucky's (who used to box at Bucky's gym), let's Steve go without charge; he thinks it's an injustice too.
Steve remembers the Stark Expo and Stark's grand technology claims, and somehow gets himself in front of Stark; making enough noise and showing enough tenacity that Stark is impressed (and amused).
Stark is always looking for an excuse to show the army how superior his tech is, so sure he'll help this guy mount a rescue mission, just think of the press if they succeed! And no one ever needs to know he was involved if it fails.
So Steve, 5 foot something, with asthma and a whole host of other ailments, who the army declared 4F on 4 different occasions, drops into Kreischberg. He manages to sneak through the compound unnoticed and liberates the POWs and (most importantly to Steve) rescues Bucky.
Schmidt isn't aware Steve's there, or who he is, so the compound isn't blown up—not until the POWs set it ablaze on their way out and Schmidt has no time to escape. He and Zola are killed by the explosions of their own bombs.
Steve and Bucky make it back to the US camp. Bucky's injuries and the torture he endured give him the excuse he needs to be discharged and returned home.
Steve isn't military in the first place, so he can't be court martialed. Besides, the press is loving the rescue so instead, Steve's role is hushed up and Stark gets the credit, but Steve doesn't care.
He and Bucky slip back to Brooklyn where they both enjoy a hero's welcome from their neighbours and live out their days in peace.
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I Could Do This All Day
Summary: You've been dating Steve for a while, and you just want a little taste.
Pairing: Preserum!Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader
Word count: idk, I wrote this on my phone
Warnings: inexperienced!steve, virgin!steve, oral sex (m receiving), face fucking, cursing, sorta forced creampie so kinda dub-con but it's not that bad, I swear, reader sucks the life out of poor Stevie and he loves it.
A/N: I'm in a dick sucking mood, and all I can think about is cute, little, inexperienced preserum!Stevie. This wasn't supposed to be a drabble, but here we are!
You'd been going out for quite some time, much longer than any other relationship he's had. He'd taken you out to a local dance, held you close nearly all night. But he doesn't know exactly how you ended up here at his apartment, in his bed with your pretty lips wrapped around his dick. No one had ever touched him before, let alone used their mouth, but holy fuck, what ever you're doing with your mouth is making him see God.
He makes the mistake of opening his eyes only to find you staring up at him with a lustful expression that has his breathing quicken. You insisted on going slow, so you don't trigger an asthma attack or stop his poor weak heart. And at first that seemed like a good idea— but the slow drag of your tongue along the thick vein along the underside of his cock was starting to feel like torture.
"Oh, Jesus, please," he moans in a whiny voice, trying his best to keep his breathing under control while he fisted the sheets. The soothing strokes you give him along his inner thighs and narrow hips only excite him more. You swirl your tongue around his sensitive tip, groaning at the salty taste of his precum. When you give his head a good suck, Steve's hips thrust on instinct, earning a surprised gasp and a slight choke. "Fuck, m'sorry! Are you ok? I didn't mean to-"
"It's ok, Stevie," you smile and kiss his leaking tip, "I want you to do it again, can you do that for me, baby?"
Steve tosses his head back and rolls it side to side— you were trying to kill him, he was sure of it. He brings his eyes back to yours, noting the playful sparkle in them, before nodding. "Yeah, I can."
You hum and hold his gaze as you engulf his cock again. Your hands gathering his from the bedsheets to bring them to your head. Steve holds your head gently and waits for the go-ahead. When you give him a cheeky wink, Steve slowly inches his cock deeper into your mouth, inch by inch he watches himself disappear. His jaw drops wider and wider as he fills your throat, his eyes crossing slightly when he felt your nose nestling against his groin.
"O-Oh! Oh fuck!" He groans loudly, his hands gripping your hair harshly on their own, holding you in place for him. The sting at your scalp makes you moan around him, the vibration shakes Steve to the core. He shivers and trembles violently, fighting back the primal urges that threaten to overtake him. The way he reacts has you practically creaming in your panties. You hold him in your throat for a moment, then you suckle gently— and Steve is done for. "FUCKING HELL!"
His resolve breaks and soon he's pistoning in and out of your mouth as fast as his little body will let him. He holds your face while he fucks it, his knees bent and spread wide. You gasp and moan, his sudden roughness has your cunt fluttering and begging for attention, so you slide a hand to rub rough circles on your clit. You listen to your sweet, innocent boyfriend lose himself to ecstasy. Curses fly from his mouth, your name mixed with wanton begging for God, for more, for release filled his room.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" He cries as his back begins to arch, he can feel a tingling in his limbs as you suck harder and harder, your cheeks hallowed. "I'm gonna fucking cum! Fuck— I'm gonna cum!"
Steve pulls at your hair, trying to release his cock from your mouth, but you have other ideas. No, you wanted him to cum down your throat, you wanted to feel his hot load fill your mouth, taste his seed on your tongue— and you were going to be damned if you didn't get what you wanted.
"Sweetheart, please! Stop, I'm gonna–" he begs, his words dying on his tongue when you suck even harder, your free hand pulling his hips into your face eagerly. Oh. Oh. "Oh fuck, that's it, yes! I'm gonna cum—fuck, yes!"
Steve grows quiet as his high builds, his body feels like it's on fire and covered in ice all at once. His balls ache for release that's just moments away. He buries himself as deep as he could into your throat, and with a stuttering scream, shoots his load into your waiting heat. You gulp it down greedily, making sure not a drop is left.
He's so sensitive, he wants to cry, he can't believe that just happened. You're still cleaning his softening member with your tongue, and Steve's soul is slowly returning to his body. You release him with a slick 'pop!' and smile at him with swollen lips. He offers you a sloppy smile, petting your messy hair gently to smooth out the tangles he made.
"Are you ok?" You ask with a giggle at the dazed, dopey look in his eyes. He blushes with a nod, still catching his breath.
"Are you ok?" He asks breathlessly as you rest your head on his torso.
"Oh, I'm fantastic. I could do this all day."
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