#Farm boy Steve rogers

[shamrockqueen]

She thinks my tractor’s sexy

Pairing : Sweet country boy Steve Rogers x reader

Warnings : Sex outdoors, Farm boy Stevie, country aesthetic (messy braids, overalls skirt, boots, no panties.) R18

Word count : 1798

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Steve had been chugging along under the heavy beat of the hot summer sun. It had made the sweat build up under his shirt and down the back of his neck.

Tilling up the fields would be the last chore for the day and definitely the longest. The old tractor still kicked up half a dozen rocks, and he could hear each one as it bounced off the old metal.

At first, he hadn’t seen you out near the front gate, boots up on one of the bottom metal rungs as you held onto the top.

You always get so excited when you come around and find him riding through the fields. He could always tell by looking at the big smile that pulled up on your face.

But, how could you help yourself? Watching Steve work up a sweat like this always had a way of getting you all hot and wet.

His shirt would often cling to the sharp cut ridges of his toned stomach, and if you looked hard enough, you could make out the tan lines on his biceps left behind by the sleeves of his shirt. It kind of drove you crazy.

You often liked to walk over to the farm to pay him special visits, and it wasn’t long until you spotted the sweet blonde goofball from the front fence near the gate.

You jumped right over the bars instead of waiting to be let in, and a brush of air flew under the skirt of your overalls. It sent a chill over your body as you vaulted yourself over and scampered up towards him.

When he saw you jogging up the field towards him, he had to stall the tractor just to hear you. He swears up and down that the sun shines just a little brighter when you show up.

The engine slowed to a low rumble as you got near the side of the tractor and shouted up to him so he could hear you.

"Hey there, Stevie."

"Hey yourself, you goin my way, Cutie."

"You gonna give me a ride?" You rock back and forth on your toes and heels as he repositions himself in his seat and shouts, "Hop on, little lady."

You can’t help but laugh as you twirl one of your braids around your fingers. He makes a little room, patting his lap for you to climb on up. A big grin spreads across his face as he watches you pull yourself into the cab of the tractor.

Once you situate yourself on his lap, you let his arm wrap around your belly to keep you steady.

He opens up the throttle and stirs a little dust as he gets the tractor back up and running.

"You want to steer?" He took his hands off the wheel briefly, giving you room to grab it as he let you navigate the tractor along the path he’d already made. All the while, you were wiggling excitedly in his grasp.

He’s sweet enough to have his hand on your stomach instead of letting it wander wherever he would have liked.

Such a gentleman.

For now, you have one hand on the wheel and the other pressed to his knee to steady yourself.

"Am I doing it right, Stevie?" You asked, trying to sound cute and sweet as you readjusted in his lap.

You wiggle your plump behind so that you can sit right on top of his increasingly growing bulge. You can feel him harden through a layer of denim, as your skirt didn’t cover your bare core as it pressed against his pants. It made his breath catch in his throat with a strangled groan, and he absentmindedly slid his hand up to better steady you on his lap.

“Doin fine, sweetheart.” He chuckled as his thick fingers absentmindedly slipped their way up your body.

Steve thumb snuck under the top of your overalls and over your T-shirt covered breasts.

In the same instant, his hand squeezed around one of them before he realized what he was doing.

"Doin a little too good, maybe." He chuckled at you as you wiggled your ass back just a little harder onto where he'd grown stiff beneath his jeans.

"Why?" you had to shout over the noise of the tractor, but your lips curled into a filthy smile as your hand guided him under the t-shirt to squeeze the globe of your breast.

His dirty nails dug into your soft skin as he kneaded at the tender flesh of your breast. You twisted your body to steal a kiss while keeping one hand on the wheel to help steer.

His lips were dry, but you made them wet as you flicked your tongue against his bottom lip. He let you slip it between them, letting your tongue tangle with his as his hand began to squeeze your exposed mound and slip his thumb over the sensitive bud.

That's when the wheel starts to pull from under your grip and turn on its own, nearly messing up the row he’d made. It has him nearly tearing himself out of your grasp to lock his hands around the wheel to steady it before locking one around your waist to keep you from falling off of his lap.

"Hey!" You shouted as you grabbed at the low roof of the cab of the tractor.

"Sorry, doll, we were about to go off track." He apologized as he tried to hold you closer to keep you from squirming out of his grasp in retaliation. An effort that proves to be fruitless.

You use what little room there is in the cab to turn and face him. You're practically hunched over as he scolds you for moving around while he's trying to drive. His hands are still firmly set on the steering wheel as he strives to work around you.

You boldly unclip the bib of his overalls and snake your hand up his t-shirt before turning south towards his pelvis. All while he’s trying to keep the machine steady. "Hey, get out of there."

Steve could yell at you all he wanted, but you knew he didn’t really want you to stop. You unclipped the denim at each hip before tossing the front of the overalls.Your hand runs right over the spot where his boxers were tented by his solid cock.

"You be careful down there!" He was genuinely worried but also very curious about what you had planned.

You try not to pay any mind to the mild spray of dust and stray pebbles that got kicked up at you, but you have half a mind to at least keep your knees locked while you're down there.

Decisions, decisions. Would it be a precarious handjob as he tried to keep the machine steady, or would you wrap your beautiful lips around him and swallow his seed?

He could still remember the first time he got you to put his member down your delicate little throat. You cried at first and made a terrible mess, but somehow he’d made a monster out of this sweet girl, and you kept coming back for more.

As much as you loved being able to run your tongue along his cock, you opted for something else. You give him a good few pumps before turning back towards him to push up your skirt with one hand while angling him towards your slick folds.

It dealt a hefty blow to his concentration and nearly fucked up the row again as his fists white-knuckled the wheel to keep it from jerking around. You didn’t miss the gravelly sign that you pushed from his chest as you sat back and slowly took him in.

"Woah! Here, really?" In contrast to his question, his arm tightens around your body as he presses his hips up to bury himself further into your beautiful heat. The rumble of the tractor shook the both of you together.

"Why not here?" You answered with a breathy laugh, the buzz of the machine sending sweet vibrations to tickle your core and, no doubt, his shaft as you felt it twitching within you.

He has to hold on to the wheel tightly with his free hand so as not to let the tractor wobble out of line, but you make it so difficult. Especially when you tried to move.

It was time that he took control of this wicked game of yours, so Steve anchored you tighter to his chest and kept a steady foot on the gas pedal as he fucked his hips upward. It drove his cock up nice and deep until he heard you squeak.

"Ah, baby. I can almost hear you over the engine." He laughed as he bucked his hips up a little harder, letting his thighs slap the back of yours.

Every bump on the path and shake of the cab could be felt as he bounced you on his cock.

"St-evie..ha.I’m gonna..." You whined as your head rolled back and your hips moved as much as he let them as you chased that sweet ending.

"Cum on my cock, baby. I know you wanna." The hand loosens from around your body to press towards your breast that wasn’t held down by your overalls, squeezing into your skin as his hips stuttered.

You unravel in his lap as your climax sends little electric jolts up your hips and back. You ground your hips into his as he spilled into you with a gruff "F-fuck..Baby."

In the same instant, his hand slipped off the wheel, letting the tractor take itself off the initial path and fucking up the entire row for a good few feet.

He’ll be scolded for it later, but that worry would be miles away from him at those moments. For now, he had to roll the tractor back on track.

When you pull him free, you give him a few good pumps with your hand, as he is still stiff to some degree. You could try and coax him into another round, but when you turned towards the horizon, you saw how the sun had turned orange as it started to set over the field.

"It’s gettin late, sweetheart." Steve voiced a similar concern as he almost pulled away. You grabbed his arm before it left your body as you sat back and pressed yourself against his member.

You left him plenty slick as you slid your slit along his shaft, eliciting a happy sign from his chest as you pressed him back into you.

You leaned in towards Steve’s ear as a bead of sweat made its way down his neck and whispered, "Just one more ride, please, Stevie."

How could he say no?

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[onsunnyside]

:deep breath:

FARM BOY STEVE AAAAAAAA 😖💕💕

AHH WAIT !!:

his family used to work on your family's farm (perhaps with livestock, crops and flowers hehe), both of your mothers cooked and tended to the animals, his father and your father did the labour work while you and steve explored the property and the neighbouring fields/streams. childhood crushes grew into shy first kisses on the hayloft while stargazing, but then you wanted to pursue bigger dreams than the farm life and left for the big city/a scholarship. steve stayed and went to the local college for agriculture (he was set to inherit your family farm bc your parents were so close, me also thinks they joked about the two of getting married someday so it worked out perfectly !! *mary's song inspo*).

he tried to get you off his mind by doing other things: taking art classes at the community centre, dating around (he's met some lovely people, and he doesn't regret any of his relationships. yet he can't help but wonder what life would've been like if you stayed). freshly graduated, you come back home with your English degree and big dreams to be an author and are more than surprised to not only see Steve living in your house (his parents went to visit family for a few months and your parents were more than eager to take in their dream son-in-law), but he's bigger, beefier, and all grown up.

"I, uh, had to organize it but couldn't remember the order." He shyly explains from your doorway, scratching his neck. "There was a bad storm and your window just—poof."

You drag your fingers down the worn spines, remembering when Steve would 'sneak in' (your parents always knew but didn't have the heart to make him leave) and read to you while you two were cuddled in the reading nook. Speaking of which, wasn't the flat cushions or frayed covers you spent many nights on. It was new and plush, coloured a delicate blue with lace hems that matched the sheer curtains.

"The nook got ruined too, I tried to save the covers and made that terrible monstrosity." He covers his face when you lift up the warped pillow, the stitching is crooked and the design is almost unrecognizable—but it's perfectly imperfect. "Needles are really fuckin' small. I don't know how our mamas did it."

Bc yes, your mothers handmade a bunch of your/steve's blankets and pillows, the very ones you used for making forts !! he also brought you lots of flowers when you were younger, his dad helped him make the prettiest bouquets guarantee to "woo the woman of his dreams"

ok, i love him and want him now

#marys song au #brandycranby<3 #wips ask #sonny drabbles #farm boy steve #Steve rogers #steve rogers fluff #Steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x fem!reader

[leclerc-s]

paint the town red - part four

FERRARI (TAYLOR'S VERSION)

series masterlist

peter parker i'm going to miss you guys

sebastian vettel it's a week break peter. we'll be fine.

peter parker A WEEK IS TOO LONG! I SPENT THE LAST MONTH WITH YOU PEOPLE!

ollie bearman i'm happy to go home. away from peter. sometimes i worry for him.

bianca stark-potts you wouldn’t be the first ollie.

harley keener i bet oscar is happy to get away from peter

peter parker fuck off

tony stark language

bianca stark-potts pipe down steve rogers

charles leclerc i do not understand

harley keener the avengers were on a mission one time and steve accidentally said language when someone cursed.

peter parker I MISS YOU GUYS!

carlos sainz you just left???

tony stark we should spend the next break at seb’s farm

sebastian vettel ABSOLUTELY NOT! i don’t want you heathens on my farm!

charles leclerc aww come on. call it team bonding or something.

carlos sainz i’m sure you know all about that harley keener yeah you would know all about team bonding wouldn’t you?

tony stark what the hell does that mean?

harley keener nothing old man.

carlos sainz don’t worry about it.

peter parker YOU GUYS SHOULD COME TO NEW YORK SOON!!

charles leclerc i'd like to see my family, thank you for the invite though.

bianca stark-potts harley i swear to god you open your fat mouth and carlos will be down a race engineer.

harley keener well maybe someone and someone else shouldn’t have gotten drunk after bahrain and slept with each other.

charles leclerc it was a one time thing!

carlos sainz then what the hell was saudi?

harley keener IT HAPPENED TWICE??

bianca stark-potts three times actually

charles leclerc although that one doesn’t count because nothing happened. we did sleep on the same bed.

harley keener I’M TELLING NAT!

bianca stark-potts AND I’LL TELL EVERYONE YOU STARTED THAT RUMOR ABOUT CLINT LIVING IN THE VENTS!

charles leclerc it won’t happen again, i promise.

carlos sainz okay mr. 'i won't date her friend carlos. i promise.'

harley keener HOMIE HOPPER!!

charles leclerc fuck you keener.

harley keener of course you would want to, you already slept with my friend now you want to sleep with me. charles leclerc OH COME ON! harley keener it's okay, i know it was an inchident charles leclerc honestly just date arthur, you two are perfect for each other. fucking pricks

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AUSTRALIA 2024

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quali day (carlos' version)

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¡leclerc-s speaks! peter parker is a swiftie, you cannot convince me otherwise. let's get ready for whatever shitshow las vegas is going to be (i say this as an american. at least i live on the west coast so the schedule isn't as bad for me as it is for others. same time zone as vegas baby!!!)

¡disclaimer! this is in no way making assumptions about the people involved in this story, this is all fake. it is a fanfiction please don't take any of what is said seriously. this is all for entertainment purposes and as a creative outlet for me. enjoy!

#leclerc-s #paint the town red series #f1 instagram au #f1 x oc #f1 oc #f1 smau #f1 social media au #f1 #formula one #f1 fic #formula 1 fic #f1 x female oc #charles leclerc x female oc #marvel social media au #f1 x marvel crossover

[meidui]

jealous!steve fic recs ❤️

Oh bother by @elcorhamletlive

At a vacation on a farm, a piglet imprints on Tony.

An Educational Experience (The Good Things Come To Those Who Wait Remix) by @valdomarx

Ults Tony has a nice day.

aka Tony talks Steve through sucking his cock.

Santa Claus is Coming to Town by Last_Chance_Anna

Steve and Tony throw a Christmas party, and Steve rediscovers his jealous streak when it comes to Tony. Luckily Tony knows the cure for that. Spoiler alert: It's sex.

in the storm, we stay clear by @thahiree

Steve and Tony's car breaks down in the middle of nowhere. It leads to some misunderstandings and then finally some long overdue conversations.

talking sweet and looking fine by meidui

“I haven’t dated since god knows when,” Tony says with a little shake of his head, almost self-deprecating. “This is one of Hill’s friends, actually. A civilian, not caught up with all this. I didn’t know she had those, to be honest.”

“Right,” Steve says, like this isn’t the softest, most unwitting way Tony has ever broken his heart.

you are the reason by @avengersnewb

Steve and Tony are seeing each other in secret. An unfortunate encounter with Tiberius Stone, just as Steve decides to talk to Tony and define their relationship, makes things complicated.

I Always Turn To You by @kandisheek

The Avengers are all hanging out drunk in the common room when Clint suggests playing fuck, marry, kill. Everyone chooses Steve to marry and while it is flattering Steve doesn't really care until Tony says he'd marry Bruce instead. He's not sure why that irks him so much.

Dirty Boss by silentinhill

Mr. Stark couldn't help himself.

Everybody Wonders (What It Would Be Like to Love You) by @soldiersshield

“...Is that what this is about?” He asks slowly. Steve blanches.

“Oh my god. It is.” Tony has no right looking as giddy as he does. “Steven Grant Rogers, are you jealous?”

Nobody Panic, Everything's Fine by @intelligentbees

Steve doesn't get jealous. He doesn't. Honestly.

It's just...well- Tony's been spending an awful lot of time with a new employee. Who's smarter than him. And funnier. And more interesting and generally a better match for Tony than he ever would be.

But he's not jealous. Honestly.

Poster Child Redux: Steve's POV by @sabrecmc

Tony likes the new Captain America poster. A LOT.

Steve likes Tony. A LOT.

These two boys need to stop thinking about it and get together.

Stop Flirting With My Tony by jinxedtiger

Steve accepts the fact that his boyfriend of a few months is famous, popular, etc. They announced their relationship forever ago but noooooo. Everyone still flirts with the billionaire.

Steve's patience is running thin and Tony's trying so hard not to laugh at the poor guy. (he'll have to resort to other methods to remind the soldier just how much he loves him)

#jealous steve is a crowd pleaser <3 #steve is not actually a jealous man but he might be if he ever got to KEEP ANYONE HE LOVED #it doesn't get realer than when steve responds to his own jealousy with guilt first and foremost #stony #stevetony #fic rec #*

[royalsweetteaa]

C.E. MASTERLIST

Steve Rogers masterlist

Ransom Drysdale masterlist

Johnny Storm masterlist

Ari Levinson

Oneshots

Blurred lines - Professor!Ari Levinson x student!reader

Summary: your relationship with your social science professor has blurred lines and you start having feelings for him. Question is if the feelings are mutual.

Drabbles

A wanted step - Ari Levinson x reader

Summary: Ari wants you pregnant, but you have yet to have a talk about when you would stop taking your birth control pills.

Jake Jensen

Oneshots

Mama’s boy - sub!virgin!Jake Jensen x mommy!reader

Summary: You take Jake’s virginity and discover he has a mommy kink in the process.

(Idea by @whoore-for-stucky)

Hey, kitty kitty - Jake Jensen x reader

Summary: Jake comes home to a nice surprise from his kitty.

Bryce Langley

Oneshots

Just like animals - soft!dark!Bryce Langley x reader

Summary: You spend your summer vacation with your childhood friend, Bryce Langley, and learn about his new obsession of questioning morals which otherwise really shouldn’t be questioned. How will he respond when you put him to the test?

His sunflower - stepbrother!Bryce Langley x reader

Summary: After a long lasting scandalous ‘friends with benefits’ relationship with your stepbrother Bryce, you decide it’s best to put it to an end, especially now that you have another guy on your love radar.

Drabbles

Perfect like that - Bryce Langley x gf!reader

Summary: You have a body insecurity, particularly with your stomach and Bryce won’t allow it.

Andy Barber

Oneshots

Daddy replacement - sugar daddy!Andy Barber x sugar baby!reader

Summary: Andy takes care of his sugar baby who has daddy issues.

Drabbles

You’re enough - Andy Barber x depressed!reader

Summary: Andy comforts you during your lowest.

COMMON ROOM

One-shots

(threesome/polygamy/love triangle relationship)

Clever compromises - Ransom Drysdale x reader x Jake Jensen

Summary: Yours and Ransom’s sex life is almost non-existent as you’re having a hard time not feeling intimidated by Ransom during sex. He turns to Jake for good advice, but Ransom thinks more than Jake’s helpful words will be needed from him.

Shameless ménage - dark!stepfather!Andy barber x innocent!naive!reader x dark!soft!Johnny Storm

Summary: You live with two men in the house; your stepdad, - Andy Barber who had married your mother before she had passed away, and Johnny Storm, - who Andy is the Godfather of. What you once called a family was turning into a household full of malice intentions.

HCs WITH THE CEVANS CHARACTERS

cevans characters & reaction to sudden affections

(Idea by @silelda )

cevans characters & calling them ‘pretty boy’

cevans characters & catching them crying

cevans characters & life after marriage

(Idea by @femefetalelevelingup )

ce characters & reaction to Y/N flinching

cevans characters & tier list of top/bottom/switch

cevans characters & catching them masturbating

cevans characters & size differences/size kink

cevans characters & reaction to reader teasing them

(Idea by @elle14-blog1 )

cevans characters & loosing your virginity to them

cevans characters & giving your first blowjob

(Idea by @elle14-blog1 )

cevans characters & reader’s first time of using the safe word

(Idea by @elle14-blog1 )

cevans characters & reacting to pregnancy/how they will act during pregnancy period

cevans characters & having a daughter

cevans characters & huge age gap relationship

◼️ DARK HC THEMES ◼️

cevans characters & ignoring the safe word

cevans characters & unhealthy/toxic/dark behaviors

cevans characters & taking virginity of innocent/naive reader

cevans characters & having you as their basement wife trope

AU MASTERLIST

Our little farm - Farm AU ft. Bull hybrid!Ransom Drysdale x reader & bull hybrid!Ari Levinson x reader

Collaboration with @imyourbratzdoll

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[marvelobsessed134]

In my heart is a Christmas tree farm

This is part of my 12 days of fics

Pairings: Dad!Steve Rogers x Mom!Reader

Warnings: none

Summary: in which you, Steve, and your two kids get a Christmas tree and pet reindeer

“Ok guys we’re almost there. Are you excited?” You asked your two kids. Your eldest daughter, Margaret and your youngest son, James (Yes he was named after Bucky).

“Yes, Mama! So excited!” Margaret exclaimed. James is still pretty young only 2 years old so he couldn’t really speak but you could tell he was excited. Steve smiled at you from the drivers seat. He loves how you interact with your kids. Makes him fall in love with you all over again.

Finally, you arrived at the Christmas tree farm that also doubled as an activity center with ice skating, a petting zoo, free hot chocolate, and a little train ride for the kids.

Once you got out you made sure the kids had their hats, coats, and gloves on since it was pretty cold. Steve made sure he had the cables to attach the tree to the top of the car.

You decided to look around the tree lot. Margaret pointed to a very large tree. “Honey I don’t think that’s gonna fit in our house.” You chuckled.

She pouted, her blue eyes looking up at yours. She really looks like Steve. “But mommy!!!”

“Mommy’s right, this is not going to fit in our house. Come on, let’s keep looking.” Steve piped up.

You pushed James in the stroller while Steve held Margaret’s hand.

Finally, you found the perfect tree. Steve paid for it and the workers watched in astonishment as he simply picked up the tree over his shoulder like it was nothing. You smiled and blushed at your strong husband.

Once the blonde got the tree on top of the car secured by the cables, the four of you decided to get hot chocolate and pet some reindeer.

You let your son out of the stroller and watched him carefully as he ran with his sister to pet the reindeer.

You and Steve also pet the furry creatures, gushing over how cute they were.

“Mama can we take the reindeer home?” Margaret asked, hugging the deer that was twice her size. You chuckled, “No, honey. They belong here with their family and friends.”

“Aw.” She was disappointed and Steve saw that. So he went to the gift shop and came out with something. “Mar, can you come here for a minute?” Your husband asked.

She walked to him and he pulled out a plush reindeer from behind his back. The little girls eyes lit up and she hugged it tightly before hugging him. “Thank you daddy!”

The captain also got one for James which the little boy loved.

Then, the four of you decided to try ice skating. Of course Steve seemed so perfect at it, the serum might’ve helped. You did pretty good, skating around while holding your son. Your daughter kept falling down and crying, getting frustrated. So the blonde put her on his shoulders as he skated and she was laughing and having a blast.

Later on, you could tell the two kids were tired so you took them back to the car and packed up, driving home.

#marvel #marvel x reader #steve rogers fluff #steve rogers x reader #12 days of fics

[navybrat817]

Hello Beautiful Navy ❤ I miss the tattoo boys. Always. Seeing as though Halloween is coming up, what do you think their plans would be with their girl? Would they stock up on candy because they secretly love the trick or treaters? Scary movies snuggled up on the couch? I can see the reader carving pumpkins to put outside their shop 😭 Would love to hear your thoughts 😘

Lau! AHH! I love this so much. ❤️ And all of the above!

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Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader, Steve Rogers x Female Reader, Bucky Barnes x Female Reader x Steve Rogers Summary: Bucky and Steve spend Halloween with their best girl. Word Count: Over 860 Warnings: Implied explicit sexual content, fluff, innuendos, very slight feels (it’s me, c’mon), tattooed Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers (they’re warnings, okay?) A/N: I had to do something for our tattoo boys. Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Thank you, lovely! Banner created by yours truly, but Bucky and Steve photos were provided by the talented @nix-akimbo ! This AU wouldn’t exist without them. Divider by the wonderful @firefly-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Please reblog or comment as it means the world!

Your boys go all out for Halloween. It's one of their favorite holidays.

Bucky and Steve take a day to decorate the place, inside and out, and make sure to include items you used to set out at your old place. It's your home, too, so you get a final say in everything.

While the boys work on the house, Mandy and Natasha sit out back and help you decorate pumpkins for the shop. The boys were nice enough to take you to a farm not too far away to pick them out. 

You do a mix of carving and painting, making sure everyone has one. You don't want anyone to feel left out. 

You're thrilled with how well they turn out and Mandy shrieks with delight when you make her one, too.

Loki pretends he's unimpressed when you drop everything off at the shop, but he softly thanks you when he thinks no one is looking and puts it on display with the others.

Bucky tells you to close your eyes once you get home, going through the back like they ask, so they can surprise you with their hard work. Steve has a blindfold ready if you need it.

"Thought that was only for the bedroom," you tease.

"Don't tempt us," Bucky winks before you close your eyes, allowing them to each take an arm to lead you inside.

You're in awe as they take you through the place, which is completely transformed.

Each room has a different focal point that somehow comes together as a whole: pumpkins, bats, skulls, witches, vampires. The porch combined everything, along with cobwebs and lights. 

Nothing too scary as they don't want to frighten the kids. Not after a rude neighbor made a sweet, little girl cry a couple of years ago.

Bucky managed to calm her down while Steve went to have a word with the jerk about etiquette.

You take photos and make sure to say how proud you are of how great the place looks. You swear they blush when they say it's nothing.

The last decoration the boys put out are the personalized pumpkins with their names on them, intricately designed like tattoos. They surprise you by getting you one of your own, setting it in the middle.

"You didn't think we'd forget about you, did you, Blossom?"

You thank each of them with a kiss, appreciating how thoughtful they are. It's a gift you can't wait to put out every year.

They practically buy half of the candy aisle for the trick or treaters and have comfortable chairs, blankets, and warm drinks set up for the three of you on the porch. 

You somehow convince them to dress like Mario and Luigi while you dress like Princess Peach. And almost regret it when they say they're keeping the mustaches on later.

Bucky smirks and reminds you that the costumes for Thor's "Day After Halloween" party the next night are a lot more risqué and would scar the kids if you change. Steve laughs and says you're stuck with the staches for the time being. 

"Don't you want a mustache ride?" Bucky asks innocently, dodging you when you try to smack his arm.

"For the love of your tattoos, stop," you beg.

"C'mon, Buck. We know she prefers beard bounces," Steve says just as casually.

"Fucking tattooed bastards."

The two hours of passing out candy fly by and your heart warms as you watch how the boys interact with everyone. They're perfectly at ease as they let the kids tell jokes and are patient when some take their time selecting their treats. 

They even give out a few temporary tattoos, after asking the parents if it's okay. 

If Mandy saw them, she'd make comments again about one of them knocking you up. 

You're almost sad for it to end, but you know you still have a night of cuddles and movies to look forward to. They always end Halloween with at least one film.

Bucky bets you'll only make it through one before you're begging for them. Steve gives you a little more credit and says you'll almost make it to the end of the second.

You don't make it through the opening credits before you're split open and you feel no shame in that as they take turns ruining you. 

Without the fake mustaches, thankfully.

The orgasms relax you as they snuggle on each side of you after. Bucky is sweet enough to feed you a piece of your favorite candy. 

Steve kisses your temple as Bucky nuzzles your neck, thanking you for giving them such a great Halloween.

"The celebration isn't over yet," you say once you can speak again.

"Oh, yeah? You ready for round two, Blossom?" Bucky asks, kissing over your pulse.

"I was thinking about Thor's party tomorrow. I'm sure we can find a spot there to have some fun," you smirk.

Steve laughs as he kisses your temple again. "And you call us menaces."

"Sex all over Thor's place could be a new tradition," Bucky chuckles, the sound warming your insides like they did minutes ago. 

"I learn from the best, boys. Happy Halloween."

I love them so much. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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Hi. These are a few snippets from a fic I was working on several months ago and then haven’t touched all summer. Basic summary is that Steve inherited a horse ranch and training business when his mom died, but before she died, she signed to take on a guy that’s on probation and give him a job. Bucky shows up at Steve’s door not long after Sarah dies, and now Steve has to deal with his mother’s death, learning how to keep the ranch afloat, and the feelings he’s beginning to develop about his new, fresh-out-of-jail farm hand.

If this post gets like… 10 notes I’ll start working on it again.

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Steve opens the door before he has a chance to knock. The boy looks momentarily caught off guard before schooling his expression back into the same sullen look he’d had when got out of the truck.

Steve looked up at him. “Can I help you?”

“My name is Buc- James. I’m looking for some chick named-” He dug around in his pocket, producing a scrap of paper and reading off of it. “-Sarah Rogers?”

Steve felt a sharp pang in his heart, but kept his expression neutral. “My mother.”

“Is she around?” The kid-James- looked past him, deeper into the house.

“She died two months ago.”

The look on James’s face softened just a fraction. Steve hated that look. “I’m sorry.” He cleared his throat. “Then, uh…who’s in charge here?”

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He was just screwing the last board down when a vehicle came up the driveway. He turned, ready to chew out Bucky, but instead was met with a black sedan rolling to a stop in front of the house. He stood up, brushing the dirt off his knees and approached the car.

A man stepped out of the car. He was much taller than Steve and- to Steve’s shock- wore an eyepatch. He fought to keep his expression friendly as he held his hand out.

“Hey, I’m Steve. How can I help you?”

The man shook his hand. “Nice to meet you, Steve. I’m Nick Fury, James’s parole officer.”

“Ah, yes, he’s told me about you. He’s not here right now, unfortunately. He went into town just a little while ago.”

“That’s no worry, I’m not here to see him. I need to talk to you about signing to take over as his sponsor.”

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Nick took a sip of his coffee before speaking. “So, James Barnes. How’s he been working out?”

Steve hesitated, remembering their last conversation. “It’s been going well. He’s having a bit of trouble settling in, but nothing we haven’t been able to handle.”

Nick looked at him seriously, the expression eerily similar to the one Natasha had given him. “You don’t have to sponsor him. I can take him back and find somewhere else to place him. He can be difficult to handle.”

Steve glanced quickly at the file between them. “Take him back where? Like to the group home?” He didn’t like the way Nick was talking about Bucky, as if he were a stray dog that Steve could just send back if they weren’t getting along. He felt a surge of protectiveness. “No, I’ll sponsor him.”

Nick looked at him for a long moment. “Don’t make a decision yet. Think about it. I’ll be back in a few days.”

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Dinner that night was pan seared steak, which Bucky helped make. Well, tried to help make. It was clear that the boy had no idea how to prepare steak, but Steve appreciated the effort nonetheless. They ate at the kitchen table over amicable chatter about the horses and chores that needed to be done. Steve was painfully aware of the way they kept the conversation away from anything too personal.

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Before long, both horses were nearly ready to go. Steve was preparing to swing the saddle up onto Dallas’s back when he heard Bucky snickering. He turned to face him, still holding the saddle. “What’s so funny?”

Bucky slapped a hand over his mouth, trying to stifle his laughter. “It’s just that, well, you barely come up to his shoulder.”

Steve huffed, turning away and heaving the saddle onto Dallas’s back. “Well, he’s a big horse.” He grumbled. “Nearly seventeen hands.”

“Hands?” Bucky watched Steve tighten the cinch, then put the bridle on.

“Go grab a helmet so we can get going. Then I’ll explain it to you.”

Getting going turned out taking a little longer than anticipated. Once Bucky found a helmet that fit him, it was time for them to mount up. Except- Bucky just couldn’t figure out how to do it.

“Look-” Steve was exasperated.” Just get up on the mounting block, put your left foot in the stirrup, hold onto the saddle horn, and swing your right leg over.”

“I’m trying!” Bucky huffed.

“I’m just-” Steve sighed. “I’m just going to give you a hand. Try again.”

Bucky once again tried to hoist himself into the saddle, but this time, Steve put a hand on his ass to steady him and used the other hand to guide his leg over the back of the saddle.

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They left the barn, heading off into the woods. Steve looped his reins around his saddle horn and let go of them, letting Skylla take the lead. He twisted in his saddle to watch Bucky.

“Hey, relax. Let your hips move with him. Loosen your lower back and ride him, don’t just sit there.”

“Let your hips move with him.” Bucky parroted, glancing at Steve and muttered. “Bet you’re real good at that.”

Steve bristled. “If that’s a fuckin joke about-”

Bucky interrupted him, holding a placating hand up. “Whoa, whoa, sorry. I didn’t mean anything by it.”

Hearing the ‘whoa’, Dallas stopped. The boys looked at him for a moment, then at each other, and burst out laughing. Any tension that was there a moment before disappeared.

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The next morning, when Steve went out for breakfast, Bucky was already sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee. His hair was pulled back into its usual bun, and his piercings were already in. It all looked very out of place when put together with his button-up work shirt and jeans. Steve stifled a smile.

He poured himself a cup of coffee. “Mornin’.”

Bucky just grunted in response, shoving a bite of eggs into his mouth.

“You’ve become quite the early bird.” Steve tried again. Bucky gave him a flat look before returning to his eggs. Steve gave up on the conversation. He turned the stove on, then wiped down the pan that was sitting out on the counter and scrambled himself some eggs.

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The meeting didn’t last much longer. By the time Nick left, papers in hand, Bucky still hadn’t returned and Steve was sitting at the kitchen table with his head in his hands. That’s where he stayed until he heard the front door open. He looked up.

Bucky was standing in the doorway, dufflebag in hand and looking sheepish. “Hey.”

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a jimmy for you 😌🤲🏻💕

Alrighty, I get that I have not posted any real story for Common Education but this pic is giving me vibes. Warnings for zero editing and GOOD CHRIST sexual tension. WC ??? It's not long.

Sad Sack, a Common Education headcanon/thing/idk

So imagine you're older-student-Jimmy Dobyne's history professor and you've had a few instances of realizing that he is not at all like your typical student based on his background. He knows hard labor. He knows early mornings and long days. He does not know partying or really getting out of the comfort zone of similar-minded people. Jimmy's roommate, Steve Rogers, being an artsy nerd is a bit of a stretch as is.

Imagine that the first big paper was due last week in your class, and Jimmy did...okay.

He's good at memorization, like a lot of college freshmen, but he's not been asked to analyze very much. His paper didn't give any insight or opinion, and you critiqued it as nicely as possible because you are rooting for Jimmy (probably more than you should). You want this young man to succeed.

Jimmy does not take it well.

You don't see him two classes in a row which means he's now missed a week. Yes, you videotape lectures for kids like Steve Rogers who have reason to not come into class frequently. Yes, Jimmy hasn't missed any assignments at all and his grade average is perfectly fine.

You're still worried.

So you spend more time than normal at that little bakery you first met him at, arriving a little earlier, staying until the last second before you have to get to your classroom. No Jimmy.

Finally, you brave asking Noah, one of the bakery employees, if he's seen Jimmy around.

Noah looks very confused.

"Yeah," he scoffs, "I love that guy. I haven't had back pain all week."

When you return an equally bewildered stare, Noah points toward the back.

"He's right out there."

You crane your head over the counter and lower your voice. "May I?" You point through the building. "Do you mind?"

You think perhaps...well, you don't know what to think as Noah leads you carefully through the kitchen and to the alleyway beyond.

Sure enough, there's Jimmy, hauling enormous sacks of flour off the back of a truck and just shooting the shit with the delivery men all taking a smoke break whilst your student does their jobs for them.

You don't mean to, but you hiss his name like a disappointed mother.

"What are you doing?" As the other workers around seem more interested in what such a professional, pristine lady is doing out on their loading bay, you step closer to continue asking, "Why haven't you come to class?"

Does he need the money? You thought he had enough of a scholarship to cover living expenses. It's not as if the man still donning his farm shirts and stained henley is a big spender.

He ignores you until tossing the flour onto a dolly Noah then rolls inside.

"Look, Teach--" Jimmy takes off his trademark hat to wring in his hands, calling out to the workers by the truck "--one sec, boys."

He juts his head out to lead you deeper into the alley, then crosses when he realizes that's near the dumpster.

"I'm not..." Jimmy pulls a pack of cigarettes from his back pocket, tapping one out and putting it between his lips. He doesn't light it. "I don't think I'm cut out for this. I don't know why I came here."

"Is this because of one paper? Did something happen in another class?" You stop yourself from ripping the smoke right out of his mouth so he'll look you in the eye.

Jimmy shakes his head and does it for you, rolling his tongue over chapped lips and then holding them in.

"No, ma'am."

You relax a little, waiting for him to elaborate. You're waiting the whole time Jimmy mulls over his cigarette. He takes out a lighter and then thinks better of it and shoves it back in his pants, leaving the hand buried in his pocket.

"Can't have you thinking of me like that," he mumbles. "Like what if I just get worse? What if I'm stupid and...I don't want you to see me that way."

His concern warms you inside, hitting lower than that heat of appreciation should.

You sigh, trying not to allow your smile to read as dismissive.

"You are not stupid, Jimmy. You proved that long before you walked into my class. You're skilled and curious. You work hard. You could never fail that way. You could certainly never--" you clear your throat "--fail me."

He looks everywhere else but at you, shyly adjusting the brim of his hat again.

"You're just saying that."

No, in fact, you shouldn't be saying that. You shouldn't be having any hushed conversation in a back alley with one of your students, but you can't stand the thought of Jimmy giving up. He deserves this. He deserves options and a way to elevate himself. He deserves to choose his own path beyond the plot of farm he's only known.

"Come back to class," you beg, chancing to reach out and grasp the arm--that thick, veiny, strong forearm--which fiddles with a cigarette like a silver dollar dancing between his fingers. You could be hypnotized by those hands, how they move, what they can do. "Please."

He flexes in your hold.

"You want me?"

His deep voice should not spark the high jump your heart does.

"I want you there," you allow, swallowing the lump in your throat.

For whatever reason, you can't for the life of you let go of Jimmy's arm, and your gaze raises. Your apologetic eyes are met with something infinitely more dangerous--confident, clear blue ones.

"Can't let you down then, can I?"

You're trapped, helpless, at the complete mercy of a gentleman you almost wish were naughty.

"So," you whisper, "I'll see you Tuesday?"

"You'll see me whenever you want, Teach."

Oh damn.

You release his arm finally, the breath you had no clue you were holding gusting out like a tidal wave.

"I'm taking this," you say, plucking the smoke from his hand. "It's a nasty habit. You should quit."

But you don't throw it on the ground or dispose of it in the dumpster, no. You're going to need this cigarette after you forcefully release the freight train of tension that just drove its way into your core.

Just as you turn, Jimmy lands an equally incendiary response.

"Yes, ma'am. I can do that for you."

Y'ALL I AM NOT OKAY. WHY. WHY HE END UP SO FUCKING HOTT? HOW???

My god, no wonder I haven't been able to write more than drabbles of these two--I'D FAINT. immediately. D.E.D. Ded.

Anyway, tagging interested parties is beyond my brainpower at the moment, so maybe in reblogs later. Fuk. I need a cold shower.

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Stucky Fics

Weirdly enough it took not watching Marvel anymore to get into these boys.

One or both is in the Avengers

The Best Way to Wake - LeeHan Bucky was in the ice and was found a year after Steve. Steve is determined to make Bucky’s experience better than his was.

Head Over Heels- Chiyume Bucky (re)learns things about himself when taking dance class with Natasha 

My Albatross Always With Me -LolitaBlue Bucky Barnes joins the Avengers team as a weapons developer. Steve has an attitude about it. 

Rhapsody in Pink- 1918 After chemical castration from Hydra, Bucky’s libido is causing some hallucinations.

Like A Good Little Soldier Girl_Back_There, xPixelx Bucky gets brought on as a sniper to the avengers team. Steve has a lot of feelings about it.  

Pour the Guinness buckybarnesdeservestobehappy (hutchabelle), lyn7 Modern Bucky meets Steve at a bar and does not realize who he is. 

Sorry, Not Sorry Art_By_DrowningByDegrees, SoftObsidian74 Vet Bucky really resents Cap. And thinks he’s hot.

Through a dark night, without a sunrise, love will tell us where to go LunaCanisLupus_22 Bucky can’t remember being the winter soldier but that doesn’t stop him from being wayyyy interested in Steve. 

Retired Avenger(s)

Song of the Rolling Earth - the1918 Steve is living a quiet life on the farm when he saves a young man who got hit by a car. 

if you're looking for jesus (then get on your knees) - voxofthevoid  former captain gone rogue meets agent Bucky 

ABO fics

Love Me Tender Like What Keeps You Well thiccbuckybarnes Retired Widow captain Steve Rogers and young omega Bucky. Jane Austen vibes.

Wanna Feel the Heat With Somebody- 2bestfriends  Omega Bucky finally takes a risk and gets a new job. Too bad his boss is way hot. 

On the cover of Alpha's Health -Jerana photosheet, omega captain america Steve

Heart of Fools- Claudia_flies alpha captain america, hired omega Bucky

Mistletoe Season- lordeofstucky  Christmas fic, Captain/alpha steve

The Omega Protection Act - Imagineitdear omega rights, omega Bucky, past non-con

The Way I Feel For You -Becassine  avengers fake dating with omega Bucky.

Lullaby for Futures Lost - Oh_i_swear ex-special forces nanny Bucky taking care of omega Steve’s baby while he does his avengers stuff.

(Not A) One Night Romance Girl_Back_There, Oh_i_swear Dad Steve and younger omega Bucky. His kids don’t exactly approve

A Year and a Day Julie_dAubigny (burningbrightly) mistreated omega Bucky with a mysterious past rescued by Steve. Medieval ABO. 

Dad/Single parent fic 

you will always be my favorite form of loving thiccbuckybarnes dad steve, college student bucky

On The Back Of A Raindrop - musette22  dad steve, gardener bucky

I wanna be yours-prettylittlehead22 dad bucky, art teacher steve

Songbird-chicklette washed up star Bucky, art student Steve

(Not A) One Night Romance Girl_Back_There, Oh_i_swear Dad Steve and younger man Bucky. His kids don’t exactly approve

Prince Charming - Brenda Tattoo artist Bucky is a bit of a matchmaker and loves the ladies. Then he meets Steve.

Home Is Wherever I'm With You by cydonic Bucky moves next door to flip a house. Cue adorable dad Steve next door.  

Veteran/military

All About Sarge - Izulkowa, myfailsafe ptsd processing featuring adorable dog.

A Higher Epsilon- deadto27 veteran/dogwalker Bucky, meet-cute  

Can't Keep My Hands to Myself - AHM1121, MissyRivers Bucky is a tattoo artist/yoga instructor. Steve needs a way to wind down.

Prince Charming - Brenda Tattoo artist Bucky is a bit of a matchmaker and loves the ladies. Then he meets Steve. 

Sorry, Not Sorry Art_By_DrowningByDegrees, SoftObsidian74 Vet Bucky really resents Cap. And thinks he’s hot.

Human Au- College

Learn Me Hard Oh, Learn Me Right -AHM1121  math tutor Bucky

On Thin Ice-fandomfluffandfuck. Friends with benefits college hockey au. (feat. daddy Bucky)

Alkynes of Trouble by yammz Nerd Bucky, Jock Steve, lab partners.

Human Au- Sex work

E is for Escort VenusDoom3 escort Bucky hired by Tony for Steve. 

Whiskey & webcams by fallenangel69 Bucky does camwork and roommate Steve gets very curious. (gay Bucky, Steve discovering his sexuality)

General human au

The Big Board buckybarnesdeservestobehappy (hutchabelle) Bucky Barnes, senior news anchor at SHIELD and stat guy Steve.

I was alone, I took a ride (I didn't know what I would find there) unremarkable Shelter 2007 au artist Steve

A Very Specific Type- yammz Bucky has a type and silver fox Steve fits it.

Then a small thing happened by beaarthurpendragon- Bucky’s combat photographer career ends with an accident. He goes to a lake house next door to Steve’s mom. (Grief,astronaut Steve, Christmas)

chemistry-deadto27 Bucky has a disappointing one night stand with Steve but keeps running into him. Yoga instructor Bucky, Photographer Steve, Bucky making rom-com level bad decisions.

Put It on Repeat, It Stays the Same by giselleslash The boys get snowed in and realize that fwb is not working for them. 

Give me a pen, I'll write you a story orphan_account Bucky gets to meet his author idol. A huge misunderstanding starts them off on the wrong foot. Bdsm with sub Bucky. 

The House on Winter Lane ClandestineMira (LoquaciousJargon), Duchess_On_Fire Former MIT student Bucky after a car accident lead to losing his parents and his arm. Works for construction company and starts hooking up with silver fox Steve, who is building the house that was Peggy’s dream. FWB/angst/grief.

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July 2023 Stucky Fics

Completed

All Roads Lead to Home (Rated: M, Words: 159K) by emeraldsage85

Summary: Steve tracks down Bucky after the destruction of project insight and brings him back to live in the tower. It's not always easy but the two of them work on healing and creating a life for themselves, including dealing with some feelings they've never expressed towards each other. Civil War fix-it.

Snickerdoodles Are the Way to Steve’s Heart (Rated: T, Words: 15K) by HMSLusitania / @hmslusitania

Summary: Steve can't help but be a little annoyed when Natasha signs him up for a cooking class - a couple's cooking class. At least, he's annoyed until he meets the instructor, who might just be the most attractive man Steve has ever laid eyes on. Featuring chef!Bucky, bitterly single Steve, and their meddling friends.

a place to stay (Rated: M, Words 8K) by yammz / @yammz

Summary: Steve sighed before he continued explaining, “So Bucky and his family moved away from Brooklyn, and I would see them every so often if his parents came to visit New York. They’d always swing by to say hello to me and my mom until I was a teenager and Bucky…” he groaned, burying his face in his pillow. Natasha finished for him by repeating the words she had heard so many times before, in every account of Steve coming into his own identity, “Bucky Barnes is Rogers’ sexual awakening.” A college AU where Steve tries really hard to ignore how right his friends are about him. And how hot his childhood friend is.

Brooklyn Baby (Rated: M, Words: 33K) by sprinkle_of_cinnamon

Summary: In which Bucky is just trying to live life and enjoy his unofficial official table at the obnoxiously hipster coffee shop, but some guy named Steve stole his spot. Or, the time that Bucky unintentionally befriended the Avengers and had no idea.

Bucky Never Wanted to Fight (Rated: T, Words: 2K) by hailvodka

Summary: Maybe the stress is getting to him. Maybe that’s why he got in the fight. That’s his mother’s theory, at least, and as she dabs her cloth at the split skin over his eye, she lets her heart break where he can’t see it. What she wouldn’t give to steal back his childhood from this cruel, cruel world. Thing is, that’s not it at all. Bucky never wanted to fight. But when he saw that scrawny little blond kid getting beat to hell by three older boys, he didn’t hesitate. He fought. — Vignettes from Bucky Barnes's life, age thirteen to a hundred-and-something.

If I Could Stop the Clock With You Tonight (Rated: E, Words: 10K) by Voylitscope_speed / @voylitscope​

Summary: "Mm, see, but you don't actually know that," James says, shaking his head, but looking amused. "Not until you taste this. You might hate it." "I've been your audience, though. I've been right here watching you make all that," Steve protests, grinning. "I've seen your cooking focus and how you use your hands and everything. There's no way this won't be amazing." There's a pause after Steve's words. It's probably a very brief and barely noticeable pause, but it feels long and mortifying to Steve as he plays his own last few sentences back in his head. "Glad you think I'm good with hands," James eventually says, ending Steve's misery, but making him flush even redder. (Or: Natasha hires a private chef to cook Steve's birthday dinner. Steve's not too sure about the idea of a total stranger in his apartment on his birthday, but Chef James is incredibly attractive and very charming. He also seems oddly familiar. That might just be because Steve has met him before.)

You’re my Honey, ain’t cha? (Rated: E, Words: 121K) by CelticCross

Summary: Bucky Barnes is a hotshot developer who specializes in buying up land for practically nothing and developing towns and housing estates. His latest project involves buying up vast swathes of farming land in buttfuck Indiana, as Sam laughingly calls it, only Steve Rogers of Rogers Honey Farm, isn't selling. The farm belonged to his ma and Steve ain't going anywhere. When multiple contract lawyers are sent packing with their tails between their legs, and in Clint Barton's case a recipe for a honey cake, Bucky has to decide exactly what he's going to do. He needs that farm in order for the project to be completed. When he finds out who Steve really is, he has no option but to go and visit the farm himself.

***The author is going to be removing the fic so read or download by August 30th***

All Happy Families (Rated: G, Words: 11K)

Summary: There was a baby in Steve’s living room. There definitely wasn’t a baby in his living room last night, he was sure of it. Sure, he hadn’t been in his apartment for a few weeks, busy with his fruitless search for Bucky, but he checked the place three times last night for any breaches. He would’ve noticed a baby. And nothing had woken him up, and he hadn’t been a heavy sleeper since the war. The baby—judging by the pink onesie and haphazard pigtails, he was assuming it was a she—stared at him, silently chewing on a slobbery fist.

I Believe in Something More (Rated: M, Words: 74K) by cydonic

Summary: In April of 2014, two very important things happen: The Winter Soldier is prepped for a mission as part of Project Insight which never ends up happening, and Steve Rogers finds out his mother is dying. In October of 2018, Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers meet in the Sculpture Garden at UCLA. Bucky has spent the ensuing years building a life for himself, learning that he likes to study in the sunshine and build friendships with people who just think of him as ‘that nice guy who’s really smart’, not what he used to be. Steve has tried to make it in Brooklyn, but everything reminds him of Sarah. He needs a change of scenery, and following his childhood best friend Sam Wilson over to California seems to be the way to do it.

WIP

Treading Water (Rated: M, Current Words: 171K) by sparkagrace / @sparkagrace & art by Dyslexic_Fetus (Reagy_Jay) / @reagy-jay

Summary: Olympic swimmer Bucky Barnes always believed that when the time came to retire, he would walk away with his medals and world records firmly in the history books and never look back. He never thought the water would leave him first.

***Part of the series Lane Lines: Lane Lines (Rated: M, Words: 132K), Lumière (Rated: M, Words: 5K), & New Traditions (Rated: M, Words: 6K)***

Lost Vocabularies that Might Express (The Memory of These Broken Impressions) (Rated: E, Current Words: 32K) by dorian_burberrycanary / @burberrycanary

Summary: The worst of times, like the best, are always passing away. How’s that for some consolation on the road?A post-The Falcon and The Winter Soldier Stucky fix-it as part of the all-American road trip, detours included.

***Part of the series A Man Takes His Sadness Down to the River (The Consolation of Philosophy): The Same River, Twice (The Man Is Still Left with His Hands) (Rated: G, words: 4K), Still Left with the River (The Paradox of Motion) (Rated: G, Words: 14K), &  Not Language by a Map (The Grammar of Sensation) (Rated: E, Words: 20K)***

a league of their own (Rated: E, Current Words: 26K) by burning_brighter / @burning-brighter

Summary: Steve’s sixteen-year-old son’s one and only dream is to play in the Major League. He thinks he has a shot when the team get a new coach, retired MLB legend and Steve’s high school crush, Bucky Barnes. Steve hasn’t thought of the man in many years, but seeing him brings back many memories that push Steve to reach out to an old friend and maybe make new ones on the way. What happens when Steve gets to know Bucky properly? What happens when they open up about their darkest secrets and deepest fears? There’s really only one thing that can happen.

Rereads

Bucky Barnes Has His Shit Together (and Other Lies He Tells Himself) (Rated: M, Words: 13K) by betts

Summary: You’d think a guy who owns one of the most successful bakeries in Brooklyn, has a million-dollar smile and that antiquated good ol’ boy charm, blond hair and blue eyes and biceps for days, would know what’s what. But don’t let that fool you: Steve Rogers is a mess.

#Stucky #Steve and Bucky #Steve Rogers #Bucky Barnes #fanfic #XOXOBUCKYBARNES' Stucky Fic Reading List #july reading list

[finitepeace]

january-march reads: stevetony

stony I've read in the past three months

How to Date a Superhero Without Even Trying by sabrecmc | based on a prompt from a Tumblr Anon, it's 2am and Tony drunk dials his ex. He gets Captain America instead. (Warning for attempted non-con that is most definitely interrupted.)

Ripple Effect (post-IW time travel fix it) by sabrecmc | After the events of Infinity War, Steve is sent back in time on a desperate mission to find the Tesseract. Instead, he meets up with 21-year old Tony, still reeling from his parents' deaths. Who, naturally, tries to climb Steve like a tree. Somehow, this fixes everything.

(Restricted) While Everyone's Lost (The Battle Is Won) by jukeboxhound | E, 6.9k words | Steve closes his eyes in 1945 and wakes up in 2012. Well. They certainly didn’t put that on the recruiting poster.

The Future by InesStarkDowney | T, 1.6k words | After the whole Germany thing, Peter is quick to spend a lot of time with his mentor, Tony Stark. And despite feeling and acting like a fanboy over his mentor, Peter is quick to find several things that he wasn't aware about Tony, simply because it's not public knowledge, like: Tony Stark is a very sad man. Peter wants to change that.

You can make this figure with your hips by haemodye | E, 6.2k words | Tony wakes up with a screaming headache, years into the future, where almost everyone he loves is dead.

Bless The Broken Road by PinkEasterEggs | G, 104k words | In 1950, Peter Carter goes missing. In 2005, a boy who looks exactly like Peggy Carter and Steve Roger's kidnapped son is found. Tony doesn't even hesitate (okay, he may have hesitated a little) to take the boy under his wing.

the steve rogers rating system by meidui | G, 866 words | Tony has an internalised Steve Rogers rating system, but it’s not standardised. It’s also not a foolproof system because Steve behaves in ways that crash it all the time.

Kingdom of Iron, Kingdom of Clay [unfinished] by WhenasInSilks | E, 9.9k words | Tony isn't pining. He can’t afford to--doesn't have space for it in his head. It's hard enough just to do his job while wading through the murky waters of post-Accords international politics, and Steve Rogers? He’s a liability, in more ways than one. That's why Tony laid down the law at the end of their last, ill-conceived encounter. “Take care of yourself, Cap. Stay the fuck out of my life.” If only Steve weren’t so lousy at following orders (aka the one where Steve and Tony have a conversation, and then another conversation, and then bang things out in a hotel. There's a lot more nuance, world building, character detail, emotional turmoil, etc. but, like. In a nutshell. part of a series)

ends of the earth by meidui | T, 2k words | “We have a new deal,” Tony interrupts. “From now on, you feel like you messed up, you come home to me. You come home to New York and we figure it out together. If you’re on this cross country road trip and living on a farm because you like it, fine, I’ll come out and visit. But if you’re out here because you’re sorry, I’ve got some bad news for you, buddy. Not even you could fix the entire world.”

A Teddy Bear Named Steve by nightwalker | G, 2.6k words | While cleaning out the attic, Tony finds some old friends he thought long lost.

capsize by killaidanturner | T, 4.4 k words | For the first time Steve sees Peggy in Tony, he always thought it was Howard, the showman, but all along it’s been Peggy and the way that she had her shoulders pulled just a little bit back to make her appear taller.

Life After You by ashinan | G, 2.5k words | Steve knew Peggy had a life after the war. He just didn't think it included telling stories to a young Tony Stark.

Fairy Godmother by Amuly (restricted) | T, 5.1k words | Auntie Peggy has been telling Tony stories about Captain America his whole life. Only problem is, the real thing just about measures up to the stories. Which means, of course, that Aunt Peg has to go to work, because an Aunt's work is never done.

I never knew how much I would lose by percy (shittyspacedads) | T 583 words | It's Peggy Carter's funeral, in the middle of a civil war. And she was very important to both Tony and Steve.

Trying to Bridge Dark Water by sororexitium | T, 4,9k words | Peggy was ninety-one years old and trying to bridge the gap between the then and the now. Steve and Tony were good at making that difficult.

Celestial Navigation by sabremc podfic version by cookiemom607 | original text version

#stony #stevetony #stony fic rec #stevetony fic rec

[cassieb1617]

Call of Duty💌

Fluff, peaks of angst

Pairing: Steve Rogers x gamer!reader

Summary: You love battlefield, but you love Steve more.

Warnings: Mentions of the war; Steve getting anxious and very nervous; reader feeling really bad; Steve not knowing culture and history aka Minecraft; mentions of Steve‘s trauma; let me know if there‘s more

A/N: I‘m thinking of maybe turning this into a series? Depends on how you like it! This is based off an ask I send someone on Tumblr and I wanted to write a one-shot ever since I thought of it.

In the 40’s, Steve always wanted to go to war and he did go to war. Steve was forever, in a sick way, grateful for it because it gave him many opportunities. One of them was clear to everyone, it was the serum. Though many bad things happened to the way where he is now, it all turned out good.

Another thing Steve was extremely grateful for was you. On his way to today, he lost a lot of people and a lot of time but if he were honest with himself, he would do it all over again if he met you.

The first time Steve actually saw you was because of Peter Parker. Now, Steve got used to technology and to phones but when he saw Peter with his phone in landscape, a term he now knows because of you, and a pretty face on it, he got curious.

It took Peter 20 minutes until Steve got a small hang of the world that is Twitch and streaming.

The girl was playing a game and her face cam sat in the right corner of Peter‘s phone. He didn‘t know what she was playing but she was laughing a lot and there were other voices as well. The game was mostly blocks and animals that were very pixelated.

Half a year later, he saw you again but this time in real life. You were at the park he always went jogging with a dog. You and your dog were playing frisbee, well, you were throwing it and your dog very enthusiastically brought it back to you. Though it seemed that your dog found another interest and its name was Steve Rogers, aka the former Captain America.

When Oscar, your dog, ran straight into Steve which caused the super soldier to stop and stumble a bit, you apologised furiously for your dog and scolded him with ‘you get half an hour less cuddles today, you little duck‘. That day, you had insisted on buying Steve coffee as an apology for your dog and because his run was already interrupted anyway, he went with you.

And boy, was he glad you did because for him, your sweet and slightly funny aura was something entirely refreshing. The coffee turned into exchanging numbers, exchanging numbers turned into your first real date, this time without your dog who you sadly had to leave at home for the day. That first date turned into two and months later, Steve lived with you.

He was already used to you streaming and gaming, and quiet frankly, he loved doing it with you. When he admitted to you at your third day that he already saw you once before on Peter‘s phone thing playing a weird game with blocks, you gaped at him like a fish. But not because he already kind of knew you, no, because he didn‘t know Minecraft. You had dragged him then and there to your home and showed him the highlight of the game that is Minecraft. Now, months after that day, you two had a virtual farm with many sheep, pigs and even a cat and two dogs near a village.

But something that he would never get used to is the sound of shooting. In all his years of being Captain America and growing up with war, he took quiet the trauma with him. So, hearing shooting the first time in his very own home, he all but ran straight to the room you spent many hours a day in to check in on you.

Though, the only thing he found was you talking to a friend, a game in the background and exploding sounds coming from your computer. You shrieked a small ‘Steve‘ and jumped from your chair when he bursted into your room but you came down from the shock and went up to him. All good things came to an end for you when you saw Steve‘s panicked face.

„Steve, what‘s going on?“ your sweet voice snapped him out of his stupor but he still flinched when a bomb exploded in your game. He never believed that the sounds were so realistic and of course, you had to notice his reaction to the sound. Practically flying with the speed you put on and turned off the game, saying a quick goodbye to your friend, Anna, and put all your attention on Steve and his wellbeing.

„Talk to me, Stevie.“ you pleaded with him, though you already had an idea of what‘s going on. „It-it sounded so, so realistic. I-“ he had to take a break from speaking, too overwhelmed with emotions.

„It‘s okay, Steve. Take your time.“ he relaxed a bit at your words and breathed deep in and out. He repeated that actions a few times. In and out. „I thought- I thought that you were hurt or that- that HYDRA or- I don‘t know, something came to you and you were hurt or worse, -“ he couldn‘t end his sentence, too afraid that if he speaks it out loud, it would come true.

„Psshh, Steve, I‘m okay, I‘m here and I‘m alive. It‘s okay.“ you took one of his hands to your chest, pressed it firmly on your heart‘s side, letting him feel that you were breathing and living.

It took a while for him to calm down before chuckling out an embarrassed apology for disturbing you.

„Steve, darling, you have nothing to apologise for. I‘m sorry, I should’ve thought before playing so loud. Of course it would trigger you, you did nothing but fight your whole life.“ the blonde man watched as you scolded yourself before pulling you in for a tight hug.

„It‘s not your fault, no one could’ve known, love.“ he reassured you snd you nodded softly. „I promise, I won‘t play it again, well, at least not when you‘re here. I love Call of Duty, not as much as I love you, but still. A good competition.“ Steve smiled at your words and you stayed on the ground of your gaming room, arms around the other and glad to be there.

#marvel #mcu #chris evans #fluff #steve rogers x reader #fanfiction #steve rogers fluff #steve rogers #chris evans x reader #steve rogers x gamer!reader #gamer!reader #steve rogers x female reader

[themculibrary]

Christmas Eve Masterlist

A Very Barton Christmas (ao3) - angelshotgun T, 5k

Summary: It’s nearly Christmas when Kate breaks her leg and Clint totes her back to the Barton Family Farm to heal. Hijinks ensue.

Christmas Eve Will Find Me (ao3) - kahn steve/tony T, 11k

Summary: Steve walked into his apartment to find Tony sitting on his kitchen counter, cross-legged, facing the door and flicking his thumbs against the screen of his futuristic phone in a way that meant he was either playing a game or hacking the security of some undoubtedly highly dangerous and deeply hostile organization.

“Hi, Honey!” Tony trilled without looking up. “Welcome back!”

Steve comes home.

Clint Barton and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Christmas Eve (ao3) - coulsons-hawk (allyoop) clint/phil, steve/bucky T, 6k

Summary: A holiday adventure with the Avengers in which nothing goes right on Christmas Eve; a dragon destroys an island, two boys from Brooklyn go missing, and all Clint Barton wants for Christmas is thirty minutes of peace on earth.

evergreen (ao3) - OnlyForward G, 24k

Summary: the story of how Tony Stark is Scrooge reincarnated and how Peter Parker is determined to change that

ft. civil war angst, tony being lonely as fuck, fun christmas activities and a nice happy ending perfect for the holiday season

Feelings at Christmastime (ao3) - nadir_zenith matt/foggy G, 1k

Summary: Foggy invites Matt to come to Christmas (Eve) Dinner with the Nelsons.

Fell For You (ao3) - sadsongssaysomuch steve/bucky E, 4k

Summary: Bucky and Steve have always been best friends, but on Christmas Eve, Bucky wakes up to realize that the way he feels about Steve is more than just friendly.

Find Ourselves in the Winter Snow (ao3) - rainpaint leo/jemma T, 6k

Summary: After a whirlwind of packing and rushing to the airport and literally running to board the plane, two small children who think the entire thing is great fun in tow, here they are. An hour from Jemma’s parents’ house, which is still too far for her mum, who doesn’t drive in a centimeter of snow, much less the several that likely cover every road between here and Sheffield.

So in all likelihood they're stuck at the airport. With two small children. The night before Christmas Eve.

It's Beginning to Look A Lot Like a Hallmark Christmas Movie (ao3) - cakeisnotpie clint/phil G, 13k

Summary: Phil Coulson is determined to get the big promotion; all he needs to do is spend a few days in a small town to close the deal then he'll be back in the Big Apple. Doesn't matter that it's two days before Christmas or that his best friend, Nick Fury, believes schmaltzy Hallmark movies are real life, he is not going to meet a handsome guy, fall madly in love, and move to the middle of nowhere.

Enter Clint Barton, dog trainer who runs a senior dog sanctuary and has biceps to die for.

Add a business mystery to solve.

Phil just might discover his happily ever after after all.

Memories that last forever (ao3) - ArabellaAM steve/tony G, 2k

Summary: Tony sighed, turning around all the way and asking with a tired, raspy voice, “Why am I hugging a pillow on Christmas Eve, Rogers?”

Or, Steve can't sleep and Tony asks him to tell him a story about his mom.

Mission - Steve and Bucky’s Best Christmas Ever (ao3) - LightningStriking steve/bucky G, 10k

Summary: Bucky has a plan. A carefully constructed, and meticulously plotted plan. Of how to give his best friend Steve the most wonderful, festive, and happy Christmas season ever. Culminating in a declaration of love, which hopefully will be returned. Can Bucky pull it off, and receive the best Christmas present of all - Steve as his boyfriend??

More Than Gravity (ao3) - JenTheSweetie steve/tony T, 20k

Summary: “Aw, time travel, no.”

On Christmas Eve, Tony came unstuck in time.

no sound, it’s all around (ao3) - winterkillz sam/bucky G, 9k

Summary: “They’re my relatives.” Bucky corrects bitterly and quietly. “I don’t… I haven’t had a family in a while.”

Sam pauses from his food and stares at Bucky. He would say that Bucky has always been an honorary Wilson, but he knows what he meant. Sam sips on his drink, making sure that he doesn’t drip orange soda on his newly dry-cleaned suit.

“You want me to go with you?” Sam offers instead.

(Or, Bucky gets invited to spend Christmas with Rebecca’s side of the family with Sam tagging along. Feelings ensue.)

On This Winter’s Night (ao3) - athena4lynn G, 6k

Summary: Five Times Clint Barton Found Something He Needed In A Church On Christmas Eve

Princess Perfect Pony Palace (ao3) -74days steve/bucky T, 3k

Summary: It’s Christmas Eve and Natasha’s daughter has just admitted to her parents that she asked Santa for a Princess Perfect Pony Palace. Which is currently out of stock in every store within 50 miles. It’s time for Uncle Bucky to step up and deliver the most wanted gift of the season - he just didn’t think he’d have to fight a hot blond for it.

Saved My Heart For You (ao3) - pensversusswords steve/tony T, 8k

Summary: Tony had been trying to propose for months, but it turned out that post-battle on Christmas Eve was the best time to pop the question.

Sorry About All The Sex Toys (ao3) - lola381pce clint/phil T, 2k

Summary: Clint draws Coulson’s name for the Avengers Secret Santa which in itself isn’t a bad thing. It’s just unfortunate he uses the same wrapping paper for Coulson’s gift as he does for Natasha’s. Regrettably, he doesn’t realise his mistake until the Secret Santa gift reveals on Christmas Eve with all the Avengers.

The Best Day of the Year (ao3) - orphan_account pepper/tony G, 2k

Summary: Tony finally mans up and proposes to Pepper on Christmas Eve.

Tony’s Christmas Carol (ao3) - kickcows pepper/tony G, 11k

Summary: Tony Stark was a mean, crotchety miser. He never felt he was doing wrong, until three spirits came to visit him on Christmas Eve, showing him otherwise. Or, a retelling of ‘A Christmas Carol’ set in the Marvel universe.

When the Snow Melts (ao3) - emptydistractions steve/bucky E, 4k

Summary: It’s the first time Bucky’s been off suppressants in nearly a century and all Steve wants is for his mate to be okay. Luckily, Christmas Eve has a little surprise in store for them.

You Are My Gift (ao3) - coeurlregina peggy/steve G, 757

Summary: 24th December, 1944

Captain America and The Howling Commandos were blessed with a moment's reprieve after their victory in the Battle of Metz (which came to an end on 13th December). They were sent back to Camp Lehigh to recoup and wait for further instructions, lucky for them, they were able to celebrate Christmas eve before being shipped off in the early morning.

#themculibrary #masterlists #marvel #mcu #christmas #christmas masterlist #christmaseve #christmaseve masterlist

[gay-jewish-bucky]

What are the boys up to for Thanksgiving this year? Any special recipes on deck? And who is in charge in the kitchen?

They're having a huge dinner with all their friends and family!

Sam, Nat, Maria, Scott (who brings Cassie), Peter, Wanda, Sharon, Carol, Bucky's younger sisters and nieces/nephews and other extended family... etc, etc

Since they own their own land, they have a massive yard, which means they have plenty of space for everyone to sit together comfortably.

Bucky is in charge of the kitchen; Steve is banished to the living room to watch the Thanksgiving Day Parade because, instead of being of any help, he's either sneaking food or distracting Bucky with kisses (in fairness to Steve, Bucky is wearing a custom apron that says 'kiss the cook' in Yiddish).

Sam and Wanda help out with dinner instead.

Cooking takes a long time (prep beginning a few days prior) because there are so many of them to feed.

Thanks to the popularity and availability of non-dairy-alternatives, making the dinner kosher, while still including most staples, is pretty easy with enough prior practice and experimentation.

The fruit and vegetables were bought from a farmer's market in town (there is nothing quite like farm fresh corn on the cob).

Bucky makes stuffing with challah, instead of regular bread. His eldest niece brings cranberry-apple kugel and his grand-nephew bring sweet potato latkes made by his boyfriend.

For dessert, of course they have pumpkin pie, pecan pie, apple pie, as well as Sarah Rogers' famous apple cake (the recipe book for which Steve may have "borrowed" from the Smithsonian).

Alpine, of course, gets her own special meal which she enjoys from the peace of her catio.

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[mjolnir-steve]

if ur feeling so inclined i'd love to read something with our bestest boy steve rogers, maybe fall-themed? maybe you're making hot chocolate or carving pumpkins or something 🥹 of course no pressure. congrats again my love!!!

AM I EVER!!!! Thank you so much for this sweet prompt and for being an even sweeter friend. I adore you 🥺💜 I guess I’ll call this a ficlet because it’s almost 1000 words. Oops!

A Whittle More Practice

Steve Rogers x gn!reader

Word count: 876

Warnings: tooth-rotting fluff hehehe

A/N: Special shout-out to @the-sal-del-mar for the pun/title 😉 Sweet divider by the amazing @firefly-graphics!

“Steeeeeeeeeve, we have to grab some pumpkins! Pretty please?” Before he had a chance to respond, you were already walking over to the wooden pallet where pumpkins of all shapes and sizes were stacked for purchase. You were on the checkout line at the apple orchard after spending most of the morning on your boyfriend’s shoulders, picking the most perfect, unblemished apples from the tops of the trees. He even helped out a few families whose little ones insisted on using the former Captain America as a human elevator.

As you scrutinized the selection in front of you, Steve grabbed a pumpkin-carving kit at the register while a teenager weighed your basket of apples. “C’mon, sweetheart,” he called to you, smiling and running over to help you since you were struggling to carry four medium-sized pumpkins on your own. He handed his debit card to the boy ringing you up before you even had a chance to take out your wallet, earning a huff from you. He leaned down to sign the receipt, tutting at you. “None of that. This was my idea. My treat.” 

You pressed a kiss to his flannel-covered bicep before he placed the pumpkins and apples in the complimentary wagon from the orchard. With the handle in one hand and your hand in the other, he wheeled your purchases back to the car, loading the trunk swiftly as you climbed in and started the engine, turning up the heat just a little bit.

A little less than an hour later, you made it back to your shared apartment. “Hey, why don’t you go up and clear the table for the pumpkins? I’ll carry everything,” Steve ordered gently, squeezing your hand in his before getting out of the car. To Steve’s dismay, you took two of the pumpkins and the gallon of fresh apple cider and climbed the two flights of stairs, awkwardly maneuvering to get the door unlocked with your hands so full.

Once inside, you poured some of the cider into a pot and turned on the stove, warming the sweet and spiced drink to enjoy while you kicked off fall festivities. You set to work clearing off the kitchen table and set down some newspapers and plastic bags to aid in cleaning up the inevitable mess. Finally, you changed into your stained, designated crafting t-shirt so you wouldn’t ruin your new sweater you’d picked out just for this morning’s activities.

“Sweetheart, can you come open the door for me?” Steve called from the hall, arms full of all sorts of farm-fresh goodies, plus the other two pumpkins. You let him in and helped carry everything to the kitchen counter, then stopped to pour the two mugs of cider and brought them to the table. “That smells amazing.” He smiled softly and his eyes closed on instinct as he inhaled the scent of the drink, his face so innocent, reminding you that there was so much he never got to experience as a kid and before going into the ice.

“I can’t believe my boyfriend is the most beautiful man in the world,” you cooed, cupping his cheek in your hand before kissing him, making him blush all rosy and warm. You peppered kisses across his face, making sure not to miss any freckles, until he was laughing so hard you had to stop.

“All right, all right. I give.” He kissed your cheek, mouthing a thank you against your skin. He grabbed his laptop from the bedroom, placing it on the kitchen counter and playing Hocus Pocus, which you’d introduced to him this time last year. “Let’s do this.” Steve rubbed his hands together in determination before tearing open the carving kit. He’d never done this before, but how hard could it really be? 

You set to work on your first pumpkin, cutting out a standard jack-o’-lantern face with ease. As you started on your second, Steve was still struggling with his first. The knives were too small for his hands, and no matter how careful he was, he kept breaking through the rind in places he hadn’t intended. You could tell he was becoming frustrated, so around the time “I Put a Spell on You” finished playing in the background, you slipped away to Steve’s office and returned with some of his paints and brushes.

“Baby?” Steve looked up at you, dejectedly dropping the tiny blade to the table. “Would you rather paint your other pumpkin? I think we can just use this one for pie at this point.” You gave him a small smile, placing the supplies on top of a clean section of newspaper. He tilted his head up to kiss your cheek, then grabbed the bottle of black paint, shaking it vigorously before squeezing some out on the newspaper and dipping a brush into it.

“How do you always know how to fix things? Fix me?” He began by painting the stem black while he thought of his design.

“There was nothing to fix, Steve.” You rubbed his shoulders and kissed the top of his head. “You just need a whittle more practice.”

Steve snorted, nearly spitting out the sip of cider he’d dared to take. “You’re lucky I love you.”

“Yeah, I am, aren’t I?”

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x gn!reader #steve rogers fluff #steve rogers x you #steve rogers fic #steve rogers #maggie's writing #maggie answers #rodrikstark 💙