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mandyyvibes · 2 months

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7! for Stucky, please! :D 💙

7- stucky; a kiss to shut them up

“Did you know that the scientific name for mandarin oranges is Citrus Reticulata?”

Steve couldn’t help but laugh, overwhelmed with emotion and affection for the boy curled up next to him. This was the first Christmas morning since he lost his Ma, which was harder on him than he could ever put into words. But he’d woken up to the front door closing softly, and Bucky trying to be sneaky as he tiptoed in with a whole sack of oranges.

After a month of lamenting over how expensive they were, and gentle teasing about how they were going to get scurvy like pirates, Bucky had brought him oranges for Christmas.

Bucky had then climbed back into bed next to him, warming him better than fancy electric heat ever could, and started rambling off every relevant piece of trivia he knew.

“Are we gonna keep talking about the oranges, or are we gonna eat them?” Steve asked, voice muffled where he had his face resting against the top of Bucky’s hair. The smell of his hair product lingered despite the morning bedhead. It was a smell that Steve had come to associate with Bucky, despite the thousands of other men who probably smelled the same.

“I was trying to build the anticipation,” There was a coy smile in Bucky’s voice.

Steve sat up properly so that he could see the beautiful smile, and so he could retrieve an orange from the bag set at the foot of the bed and get to peeling.

Bucky looked like a damn angel with his white undershirt against sunshine-golden skin, dark hairs loose against his forehead. Steve found himself watching his lips as he spoke, not really processing what he was saying as he floated off into a hazy daydream, one where he could kiss sweet orange juice off of those soft pink lips.

“-from China, all the way on the other side of the world. I swear it’s true, I read it in a book. Are you listening, Stevie? Are you alright?”

Steve blinked and coughed a few times, out of habit more than any current ailment.

“Yeah, I’m alright.”

Steve’s bony fingers worked deftly across the orange peel in an attempt to remove it all in one piece, taking extra care over the parts that tried to stick, even though it made his joints ache.

Bucky was talking still, off the subject of oranges entirely, going on about some fantasy story that he had read recently. Steve’s tongue darted out from between his lips, wetting them, then licking the tart and sticky substance off of his own fingers.

Bucky wrinkled his nose.

“Gross.”

“You’re gross,” Steve quipped back, pulling off a section of the orange and offering it to Bucky.

Bucky leaned forward to take it out of Steve’s hand with his teeth, eyes glinting in a way that knocked the wind out of Steve. His lips ghosted across Steve’s thumb and holy hell, they were softer than they looked.

Desire festered deep in Steve’s stomach, sending goosebumps across his arms. He quickly put another slice into Bucky’s mouth, recoiling his fingers quickly as if scared of Bucky’s lips.

“And in Chinese culture oranges represent good luck, and prosperity,” Bucky continued even around a mouthful of fruit. “Do you feel lucky yet?”

“I dunno,” Steve took a piece for himself, relishing in the burst of sweet citrus across his tongue. A stray droplet of juice ran down his chin.

Before he could move to wipe it away, Bucky’s hand was on his face. The work-calloused fingers were gentle against his pale skin.

Steve thought his heart might stop beating. He was going to go into cardiac arrest right then and there, and then Christmas would be ruined.

“Thanks, Buck.”

“Your face is red, are you alright? Do you have a fever?”

Steve nearly choked. “I think I’m okay…my circulation. Or something. Probably.”

“Oh. Here,” Bucky pulled the blanket off of his own lap and draped it across Steve’s shoulders, already starting on another tangent. “Dad has to work today, but Mom wants to bring the girls over later, she’s bringing dinner. It’s been a while since you’ve seen them, huh? Alice is so big now, nearly as tall as you-“

“Buck,”

He just laughed, putting his hands up. “Okay, I won’t give you any crap about your size. But-“

“Buck,” Steve sighed, growing frustrated that he couldn’t get a word in. His annoyance and the way that Bucky’s plush lips formed a pretty, kissable pout had his stomach turning over.

“Stevie,” Bucky mimicked his breathless tone, nudging his knee affectionately. “I-“

“Shut up,” Steve groaned, and it felt like something finally broke within him. It was sort of like when he snapped and threw the first punch, except so much sweeter.

Before he could process what he was doing he was moving, placing both hands on Bucky’s bare shoulders and pulling him in. And then they were kissing fervently, and Bucky was making this delicious groaning sound in the back of his throat, lips parting to allow Steve’s tongue inside.

Steve knew that Bucky was a good kisser, had seen girls go weak in the knees from his kisses. He knew what he was doing, but he let Steve take the lead anyway. And if the noise that he was making was any indication, he didn’t mind sitting back and let Steve kiss him stupid. m

Steve sucked sticky orange juice off of Bucky’s bottom lip, and then sucked on it some more, only pulling away when it was visibly kiss-swollen and Bucky was breathing hard.

Steve sat back, putting some space between them, and slowly withdrew his hands, folding them in his lap. They shook with the adrenaline of it all.

“I…I’m gonna be insufferable if you’re gonna do that every time I piss you off,” Bucky managed finally, meeting Steve’s gaze with wide eyes. “Or was that your way of thanking me for the oranges?”

Steve felt so much lighter, knowing he could kiss Bucky, like he’d been carrying tension and he didn’t even realize it.

“Both, I guess. And merry Christmas,” Steve gave him a wide grin and leaned in once again to plant a peck on his flushed cheek.

#finallyyyy it takes me so long to do anything #i know that this is objectively bad but any writing helps improve ur writing or whatever they say #ask game #stucky #stucky fanfic #steve rogers #pre serum steve #pre serum stucky #pre war stucky #bucky barnes #tw food mention

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zenaidamacrouras1 · 2 months

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Hello! I have a question for you: what's your favourite thing about pre-serum Steve (as compared to post-serum, Cap Steve)? Also, I love all the small Steve art you're reblogging, Shrinkyclinks is my absolute faaaavoooourriiiite thing.

Oh hellloooo hi! Well, this is the most important question ever. I'm so glad you asked. (fans self). I am going to give you a very long boring answer, but I want to know your answer - why is shrinkyclinks your favorite? Tell me more (my chin is on my hand and I'm leaning forward eagerly).

I like that pre-serum Steve is small and disabled, and whether or not he is queer, his very existence just messes with what traditional masculinity wants a man to be.

I also really relate to Steve being the "wrong size" and I just like stories about people whose external bodies aren't the things society thought they were supposed to be. I am actually a very tall person, and often felt the wrong size for the world.

I also find slender slightly feminine men to be a personal favorite genre of man sexiness. That's an arbitrary thing that is just a feeling and nothing against every other type of man or other type of sexiness a person may exhibit or be into. I am just saying I used to sing a cover of Loretta Lynn's "You ain't woman enough to take my man" re-written as "You ain't woman enough to be my man" at open mics.

None of these reasons make any sense. They are just a vibe.

Captain America is this kind of Cinderella Story or The Ugly Duckling or whatever where the person is transformed and becomes beautiful and strong, but what if no one comes with a magic machine to help you, but you find a way to do great things as a regular version of yourself? The idea pleases me.

Lastly, I tend to write stories that fill a gap for me. I really like all versions of Steve, but a lot of people write big Steve, which I adore, but it makes me feel less of a need to write big Steve stories. Also, I do tend to see people writing pre-serum Steve as different than the official version of him that lives in my head.

And that's fine, as none of y'all want to be in my head, feel free to ignore the things in my head and write the things in your head, as you all should. But I like my small Steve who is not so glum and angry, that has a lot of dignity and a lovely sarcastic humor and is very talented at the things he puts his mind to. So I write him that way.

#I just like Steve Rogers though #zenaida talks (too much)#pre serum steve rogers #small steeb #writer asks

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elkleggs · 2 years

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Hi hi! Hope you're doing alright <3 Don't worry about answering this asap but when you have the chance could you draw prewar stucky just being domestic? Thank you so much I love your art!

Thank you so much! I’m doing good 💙

Really didn’t answer this asap… no idea which round of prompts this came from! I get a lot of domestic requests, and live drawing them pre-war so so much. I made this to air out the vision I have of them in that apartment before the war, laundry and bathtub day, much pining, very domestic:

This (much older) one starts off a story idea I still have that’s the two of them at home for a long time:

And there’s this one… turns from breakfast to something else. Safety at home. Morning coffee, morning horn:

Sorry to answer with previous work and nothing new. Pre-war domestic loveliness is definitely something I’ll continue to draw 😊

#ask #stucky #pre war stucky #steve rogers #bucky barnes #pre serum steve #steebling #my art #illustration #digital art #marvel fanart #captain america

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bookishtheaterlover7 · 7 months

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I miss that adorable smol presurm steve HES SO CUTE . What if he got Deserumed and his Short s/o whos (a example 4'11) is at awe and just at awe at him . If steve dare degrade himself she lets him know he loves him regardless of physical but personality . Then when he gets comfy with it . Oh man Double Trouble according to bucky

Both little shits XD within reason

Again! You guys have THE best ideas!!!

My writer's block could never...

But seriously this is so sweet and adorable, and the chance to write some angst, which is really appealing to me right now 😏😉🤭, and the chance to go chaotic on causing chaos for Sam, Bucky and the others🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

BONUS:

We love pre-serum!Steve🫶

And I'm all for representing our shorter, but mighty fans🤗 Anon, I'm honestly looking forward to writing this. So, thank you! And I will keep my asks open for more asks/prompts, because this and y'all are honestly awesome, and I'm LIVING for it🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

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navybrat817 · 10 months

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Any chance for 40s Steve?

Pre-serum!Steve, nonnie? Possibly. Would need the right story for him. Could possibly tie in with When You Move, I Move.

Love and thanks. ❤️

#navybrat answers #character ask #steve rogers #pre-serum!steve rogers #40s!steve rogers #sweet nonnie #sending love ❤️#asks are always appreciated

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nocapesdahling · 2 years

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💖

Ooh, thank you so much for sending this Mack! 💜

Let's see, my five favorite fics I've written are (It was a little hard to narrow down and there's a lot of Zemo on this list 😅):

Logs on the Fire : Geralt of Rivia x Reader

Sweet: Helmut Zemo x Reader

Cousin Helmut: Helmut Zemo x Reader (Addams Family Crossover)

All of Me: Pre-Serum Steve Rogers x Reader

Appraisal: Helmut Zemo x Reader (Dark Fic with Soft!Dark King Zemo)

Honorable Mentions: Winter Wonderland (Bucky Barnes x Reader) and Helmut Zemo & John Wick Headcanons (Crossover) because I had so much fun with them.

#asks #mack the pirate queen #I cheated a little with the honorable mentions #Geralt of Rivia x reader #Helmut Zemo x reader #baron zemo x reader #Zemo x reader #Steve Rogers x reader #pre serum steve rogers x reader #Bucky Barnes x reader #dark fic #addams family fanfic #John wick fanfic

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mylevisdontfitanymore · 2 years

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It’s just the Fat Pre-Serum Steve ask gave me an idea, wanted to see what you think of it?Nothing much, just Immobile Steve and College Boy Bucky taking a job as a nurse to help him?Rich Rogers, Sarah works and Steve spends his days in their house, is helped out of bed on a morning by her, helped to waddle to the sofa in the living room, and spends the day there eating? It happened over the course of the pandemic, he was getting there before but it just worsened it, so now that she’s going back to work she looks for someone to spend the day with him and give him whatever he’ll he needs? Bucky takes the job cause the pay’s good and he’s training to be nurse or doctor or something anyway?

Pre-serum Steve ask

I love the idea of Steve needing a nurse to help him out because he's so fat!

But I also I can't help but go off script with the idea of Bucky being brought on as his personal assistant for rich Steve Rogere and not really a nurse because I will always be a sucker for Bucky watching Steve get fatter and fatter and slowly discovering as they are around each other just how much Steve loves to stuff himself which... Bucky love it too 🥵

So, inspired by your ask, maybe Bucky is in college part-time to be a nurse but he can't pay for it and doesn't wanna take out loans so he needs a part-time job and he figures being around Steve as a personal assistant is sort of like a nursing job... more assisted living nursing but still. He gets paid WELL and can go to his classes when he needs to, hanging around Steve the rest of the time. So, of course, he took the job when it was offered to him.

Warnings for: unbeta'd, belly kink, immobility/morbid obesity, stuffing, chugging, humiliation play, consensual fat-shaming, consensual name-calling, rich and spoiled Steve lol, etc.

And, YUP, as Steve gets fatter and fatter Bucky does a little more nursing duties like helping him out of bed. Or, when he's really, really heavy, washing Steve 😳 like- imagine: Bucky sudsing up all that lovely fat blubber in the places that he can't reach, pausing to allow Steve rinse himself (doing what he can all by himself), then drying him off or at least drying all those hard to reach spots... and if Steve has recently eaten (re: always) then it's extra good. Be washed and tried that is. It makes Steve's chubby knees weak, feeling the exorbitantly soft towel over his stretched, flushed skin with the perfectly firm pressure of Bucky's hands behind it. 🤤🤤🤤 Bucky doesn't help with a ton, ton of stuff though. Just what Steve can sweet talk him into doing for him beyond the regular cooking, cleaning, and shopping Bucky already does for him.

(And apologies if that isn't extreme enough/what you had in mind with nurse-esque duties. I'm personally not one for fetishizing health issues when it comes to weight gain kink (not that you specifically are or that I am ignoring those possible issues, they can and do happen, they're just not hot to me y’know?))

On the job though, have more random thots about nurse/PA Bucky and fat, rich Steve:

The first time Bucky walks in on Steve unannounced and catches him rubbing his own bloated, overfed stomach, Bucky had been opening his mouth to ask if Steve wants him to run out and get some pepto-bismal or something to soothe his stomach ache but... the words never come out of his mouth because he looks up at Steve's face before he asks and finds him flushed and, uh, biting his lip, clearly obsessed with touching himself. His gut. It's not hurt or discomfort but enjoyment. Oh. Bucky is struck dumb by the realization. Bucky stays long enough to watch Steve dig his own hands in a little harder to his gut, making himself burp (which actually ends in a moan), and then rushes off.

Bucky has a very confusing wet dream paired then with some self-realization later that week 😳

He wants to hear Steve make sounds like that more. He wants to touch Steve's bloated, fat stomach like that. He wants to mark his body with even more stretch marks- proof that he has such little self control, having grown up with a silver spoon (that was always loaded up with food) between his lips, has made him greedy. So greedy that he will eat and eat until he's bursting at the seams. His skin struggling to keep up. He wants to cook for him like he has but he wants to cook twice as much and shove all of it down his throat, until he's begging to stop. Until he's visibly bloated, under that thick, thick layer of fat.

Steve gets stuck on his back in bed sometimes, especially after Bucky starts helping him reach his goals... i.e. helping him get larger and larger. Rounder and rounder. Fatter and fatter until he's wider around then he is tall, waddling under all of his fat as it stacks up in rolls. And when he does get stuck, Bucky really has to put his back into hauling him upright. Bucky jokes once or twice that he needs to take the time to return to his gym routine, weight lifting, so he can keep up with Steve's ballooning form rather than forcing to the Rogers' to hire even more help. Taking more than two arms to heave such a fatty up from lying on his back, his big, rotund belly crushing his lungs. Pinning him.

Rich, spoiled Steve moans the loudest when he's sitting on the couch, hands on his belly with his belly filling his lap - is gut heavy enough to drop between his thighs and force his legs apart - as he gulps down another weight gain shake. It's funny, how he can make a sound that loud when he's guzzling down more calories. More calories in that one shake than he should be having all day. Sweet and thick and- the only thing that could be worse for Steve would be if he were guzzling down pure lard that resulted in instant plumping. As is... well, those shakes pack on the pounds as fast as possible. Insulating the little bear even better, so fattened up for hibernation that Steve could survive multiple consecutive winter's without going hungry. He would be hungry though- Steve is always hungry. Again, he's greedy.

But yeah..... nothing makes Steve moan as loud as when he's on the couch, belly exploding out in front of him, with Bucky tipping the bottom of the glass farther up, encouraging him over the sound of his ragged moan, "drink up," Bucky purrs, "c'mon, there's more shake waiting for you in the blender. I bet it'll fill another two glasses at least. And all of it is going in this tank-" Bucky thumps his belly and feels his own gut swoop, aroused by how tight his gut is under the plush fat that's packed onto his otherwise small frame. He's more fat than anything else. Steve hiccups around another moan drunkenly. Bucky continues, "I know you don't care about waste, brat, but I do. And you're gonna have it all. Drink. Up. Mr. Rogers-" the dig at their professional relationship makes Steve squirm that much harder, the kinky fucker, "-God, I can't believe you, you spoiled brat. You hired someone to make you fatter-" Bucky scoots closer to Steve, slapping the side of his huge h u g e gut and adding while he watches all of his blubber jiggle in waves, "what's wrong with you? Who wants to be fat? No one. You're fucking weird." because he knows how much Steve likes the humiliation (and Bucky knows he himself likes the way his pale, freckled skin flushes red). He says it regardless of the fact that Bucky himself is right there with Steve. "Your obese already, y’know? Yet here you are, moaning and begging for more. You greedy, spoiled brat. You're gonna eat yourself right out of your clothes and then I'm gonna have to go to your tailor again. Tsk. Tsk. Guess that's the only good thing about all this-" he pretends to be disgusted with Steve as he gestures to the massive shape of him, spread out over the couch, making the cushions dent impressively "-you have the money to afford getting fat, huh? All the food you could ever dream of stuffing into your face. Sized up and sized up and sized up until you can't shop for clothes. They're all made huge. Fucking custom. All the healthcare you need to stay healthy, paying for it easy. If you have to fly, you'd have to buy two, three seats. You don't fit in just one. You're so huge. The size of two, three people, fat ass. Tsk. Tsk. You have more money than what you know to do with, figures you'd have to match it with more fat that you can even see." Steve has finished his shake and is now breathing as if he just ran, well, if he just tried to run anywhere. Bucky is so, so turned on. He can't imagine how gone for this Steve is. It much be torture with the weight of his gut piled on top of his cock. "When was the last time you saw your own toes, Mr. Rogers?" Steve moan desperately. "What about your dick? Have you even seen it in years?"

Steve is gonna pass out. Stomach stuffed painfully, fantastically with Bucky talking down to him too-? FUCK. He's gonna die on his goddamn couch.

That's all. I can't take anymore 🥵🥵🥵

#ask #belly kink #text #weight gain #stuffing #chugging #bloating #fat shaming #pre serum Steve #chubby steve #fat steve #steve rogers #bucky barnes #stucky #nurse bucky #rich steve #mylevisdontfitanymore

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tangledstarlight · 8 months

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Feeling nostalgic and sentimental about jatp and the height of the fandom and just wanted to send this to some writers/gif makers whose works I really love and appreciate. Thank you for giving us what you did and/or continue to and I hope you’re doing well! <3

aww thank you!!

honestly i get a bit sentimental about the jatp fandom like once a week hfdj something about it just filled me with a lot of joy and love and im clearly forever chasing the inspiration high that the show gave me😌

#ask #anon #forever glad i was bored at work one day and wrote that silly little 5+1 about luke having big pre serum steve rogers vibes<3

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ozarkthedog · 2 years

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Fanfic title: nerdy but cute guy doesn’t get your hints

You take nightly art classes at the local high school. The art teacher is a small, kind man named Steve Rogers. He’s very generous and talented. Always willing to help a student who’s willing to learn.

It takes Steve four, private one on one lessons to realize you had a crush on him. It wasn’t until after you blatantly paint the words, “WILL YOU GO TO DINNER WITH ME?” on your canvas. He blushes profusely and agrees to a date at the pizza joint just down the road.

This is like a summary/drabble but whatevs. It’s hella cute and I forgot how much I love pre serum Steve. 🥹

#ozzie responds #asks are always open #fanfic title game #pre serum steve

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angelbaby-fics · 8 months

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No Matter What

Pairing: CG!Steve Rogers x Little!Reader (fem nicknames used)

Word Count: 1k

A/N: omg this idea has literally been in my docs since i started this blog and i only finally wrote it all out!! y'all know i loooove thinking about pre serum steve, and i love exploring that concept through the eyes of his little 💕 also i just wanna add, i dont think worms are icky or slimy! little was just being cheeky!

“Daddy? Would you still love me if I was a worm?”

The question took Steve by surprise; why would you even ask something like that? You were splayed out across the couch, torso propped up by pillows and one leg limply strewn over Steve’s thigh, exhausted from an hours-long playdate at Peter's house. The two of you had been sitting in silence as he read a book and you watched a cartoon on your tablet, when suddenly you popped the question.

“Why, babydoll? Are you planning on turning into a worm any time soon?” He said with a chuckle, which was apparently the wrong answer. Your face fell.

“You was s’posed to say yes, daddy,” you said with a frown.

“Absolutely I would, my baby, I’ll always love you no matter what.” Steve reassured you, giving a light pat to your socked foot. But you weren’t entirely convinced.

“You sure daddy? You’d still love me even if I was a icky slimy worm?” You raised your eyebrows at him.

“You’d still be my babygirl, right?”

You thought for a moment, pondering the logistics of worm transfiguration, before nodding.

“And you’d still have the same loving heart? And the same brilliant mind?”

You nodded again. “Then of course I would still love my beautiful baby, even if you were an adorable, tiny little worm.”

You giggled at this, and repositioned yourself to be nearer to your daddy, abandoning your tablet on the ground. Setting his book down as well, Steve wrapped his arms around you with a smile. As you buried yourself into his body, he softly ran his thumbs in circles on your back. Snuggling into his biceps, you mumbled into his muscles. “You’d have to be careful if I was a worm, cos daddy’s so big and strong!”

Steve kept stroking your back, but his hands slowed down as he began to get lost in thought. It didn’t take long for you to notice the change in his mood, so you pulled your head out from his embrace to check on him.

Your daddy had a look on his face you’d never seen before… not sad, but distant. Like his body was here with you, but his mind was back in the past. As soon as he felt your curious gaze on him, it was as if he snapped back into reality. Not wanting you to worry, he put on a soft smile and kissed you on the head, but you couldn’t let that moment go. “What’s wrong, daddy?” You asked, your eyes serious and pleading with him to be honest with you. He thought to himself for a moment and took a heavy breath.

“You know, babydoll, daddy didn’t used to be so big and strong. He was small once upon a time” Your eyes widened in disbelief.

“You mean you were small like a baby? Small like me?”

Steve nodded, cracking a smile at your shocked reaction.

“That’s right, only I wasn’t a baby. I was a grown up, but my body stayed tiny.”

“How come?”

“That’s just how I was born, sweetpea.”

“And then you work out lots and lots and eat your veggies and turned into big daddy like now?”

Steve sighed again.

“Not quite, angel. You see, I tried really hard to get big and strong like I am now, eating my veggies just like you said, but nothing helped. Then one day, a scientist gave me a special medicine, and it made me grow. All this happened before you were born, babydoll, so you didn’t know me back then.”

You furrowed your brows in contemplation. Although Steve had omitted any details unfit for a youngster like yourself, he hoped it still made sense in your tiny mind. You just couldn’t believe it though, daddy was always known for being strong and brave, it was even in his theme song! The thought of him being anything other than the man you’ve always known and loved just wouldn’t compute in your little head. Steve could tell you were still confused when he had an idea. Carefully, he stood up with you still entangled in his arms, and brought you over to the big bookshelf in the living room.

Steve went straight to the top shelf, the one you couldn’t reach, and pulled down the old photo album you’d always been curious about. The worn leather of the cover reminded you of an ancient spellbook, and no matter how many times you asked, Steve had never brought it down for you to look at until now. He brought it with him as he sat you back onto the couch, and took a seat next to you, opening the book across both of your laps.

Inside the book, you didn’t find spells at all, just pictures of people you couldn’t recognize. Black and white photos of a boy, who kind of reminded you of your friend Peter. He wore clothes that were just slightly too big on him, almost like he was pretending to be a grown up instead of actually being one. And his face looked familiar.

Suddenly, your jaw dropped. You looked up at Steve, back down to the photograph, back up at Steve, over and over, processing the puzzle you had just put together. “That’s you, daddy!” You cried out.

“I know!” Steve laughed. “Can you believe it?”

You shook your head, and resumed staring at the photo, your daddy’s familiar features becoming more and more obvious to you the longer you looked at it. Your attention was only torn from the image after a few minutes when Steve spoke up from beside you.

“Would you still love me if I were small?”

You looked up at him, his hopeful smile and his love-filled eyes. The same ones in the photo you’d been studying for the past five minutes. Softly, you reached up to cup his face in your tiny hands, feeling his cheeks fill with warmth as you did so.

“Same smile… same eyes… same daddy?” You asked.

“Yeah baby, same daddy.”

“Then yes. I always love daddy, no matter what.”

#little!reader #agere fic #steve rogers x reader #steve x little!reader #steve rogers x little!reader #cg!steve #cg!steve x little!reader #daddy!steve #daddy!steve rogers #chloe's fic

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amarriageoftrueminds · 1 year

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Steve's biographers probably had to censor a LOT of shit about him lmao. Lived in Gay Brooklyn™? Was known as a punk/twink? Actively a socialist? Probably had an arrest record? First language was Irish, not English? I could go on but the amount of things that would have been swept under the rug by historians (reluctantly, we like the truth) and museum curators must have been INSANE

My god some poor USO minion (maybe 4Fd himself) sitting Steve down to take the details of his life before the serum, eventually having to ask to be excused with heart-palpitations because 'supposed to be a small town WASP boy' Irish Socialist Steve is in mid-flow about why all the Japanese Americans should not be in internment camps and how America's been a hypocrite for being isolationist so long, just like during the Spanish Civil War, when the Fascists got all their ideas from Jim Crow in the first place, and-

Steve coming away feeling bad for that guy but also- sorry not sorry -'don't see what he's making such a song and dance about, I didn't even get to tell him about my Coney Island drag persona!'

#toAyourQ #dat's me #hey nonny #pre-serum steve ask #release the cracken #steve rogers #steve meta #mcu meta #meta #mcu

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lavenderpanic · 6 months

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I love thinking about Bucky and Steve volunteering post-Endgame so here is where I think they would volunteer.

My headcanon for Bucky is an animal shelter. He sees one of those sappy ASPCA commercials and it upsets him so badly that he decides he needs to start volunteering. At first, he mostly like feeds and cleans little kitties and puppies, which he loves. He loves how even the teeny little kittens don't see him as a threat. They meow and lick at his fingers and it just makes him feel so warm and fuzzy inside because everybody else in the world sees him as a murderer but they just see him as the nice guy who brings them food and gives them belly scratches. But after a while, Bucky finds himself drawn to the "aggressive dogs." The ones that the shelter says are pretty much doomed to die there. The ones who were thrown into dogfighting when they were just puppies, the ones who never knew kindness. The pitties with big, sad eyes who bark at anyone who tries to touch them. He offers to help with them one day, because he's strong enough that he doesn't have to worry about being bitten or anything. They don't bite at Bucky, though. He knows how to move, how to reach for them, how to show them that they won't be met with violence. They don't understand what Bucky went through, but they seem to trust him in a unique way.

My headcanon for Steve is a children's hospital. Everyone kinda figures he's doing the whole "superhero who visits sick kids" thing, mostly for publicity, but he starts going back often and forming friendships with these kids and their families, and soon enough he's practically an uncle to most of the kids there. He knows the strength they have, just to stay alive, he remembers it all too well. They all marvel at his muscles and his shield, but he knows he was stronger pre-serum than he ever was after. They see themselves in him, they tell him they're getting medicine that's going to make them better "just like him" and they ask him if getting the serum was scary during their infusions. He shares Sarah Rogers' wisdom with their parents. He makes silly sketches of whatever the kids request, and they always giggle at his old-fashioned jokes and his inability to grasp modern slang. They ask him if he knew Abraham Lincoln or Cleopatra and he makes up elaborate stories to keep them entertained.

#tw animal abuse mention #tw illness #stucky #stevebucky #steve rogers #bucky barnes #marvel #mcu #captain america #winter soldier #white wolf

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I wanna be yours

♡ Pairing: 40’s!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader, 40’s!Pre-serum Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

♡ Summary: You were childhood friends with Steve and Bucky. You had always had a small crush on Bucky. But now as your older, you realize that harboring a crush on Bucky is hard. Especially watching him flirt with girls that aren’t you.

♡ Warnings: very cheesy, angst, fluff, mentions of alcoholism, mentions of parent death

Smoothing down her dress, she took a last look at herself in the mirror. She was excited to finally go out with her boys, things had been rough at home with her dad, resulting in her seeing Steve and Bucky less.

Switching off her room light, she was flying down the stairs, catching herself from falling by the last step.

“Quit running down the stairs, ya gonna crack ya head open one of these days.” Her father announced from the couch.

“Sorry daddy, just excited.” She giggled, fidgeting with the end of her dress.

Standing up, he set down the whiskey bottle, walking over to her.

“Where ya going?” He asked her, receiving an eye roll.

“Dad, I told you this morning.. I’m going to the Stark Expo thing.”

“Oh yeah..” He muttered, scratching the back of his neck for forgetting. “When ya gonna be home?”

“I don’t know, I haven’t seen them in awhile— I wanna spend some time with them.” She said solemnly, not wanting her father to feel guilty for being the reason why.

“By them, you mean Steve and James?” He asked with a raised brow, not particularly fond of his daughter hanging with those boys.

“Steve and Bucky.. yeah.” She corrected him, slipping on her boots.

“I don’t like em.” He mumbled, uninterested and heading back to his spot on the couch.

“You never did.” She huffed, walking towards his sitting form.

Her body sagged at the sight of him nursing yet another bottle, grimacing she straightened her posture and slapped on a fake smile.

“I gotta go, love you daddy. I won’t stay out too late.” She promised him, giving him a quick peck on the cheek.

“Yeah.” He breathed out, letting his gaze focus on the wall in front of him.

She knew her mother passing would be extremely difficult for him, they had loved each other wholeheartedly, truly made for one another. He had gone downhill mentally, killing himself slowly with the aid of alcohol. Nights on end she’d find him passed out, bottle never scattered too far away from his limp grasp. And it was always the same, he’d feed her empty promises that it would never happen again.

She would never disregard his feelings, but she had lost her mom too. She never had time to fully process her mothers passing, having to babysit her almost always drunk father. All she knew, was that she shouldn’t be living her youth like this. But she could never leave her father.

Feeling the familiar burn in her nose, she took a deep breath, trying to keep her emotions locked away. Not wanting to ruin this night, plus she didn’t want to mess up her makeup.

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Half walking, half running, she was eagerly trying to make her way to her boys. When suddenly, a loud crash alerted her. Walking closer to the alley behind the theater, she spotted Steve in a defensive stance, while a much larger man laughed, winding his fist back.

Ignoring she was outmatched, she sprinted, jumping on the mans back, slapping the sides of his face harshly.

“Hands off him!” She shouted.

Taken by surprise the man grunted from the impact of their bodies colliding, wincing as his skin stung from the hard smacks. Growing annoyed, he reached behind his head, grabbing a fistful of her hair and swinging her around to his front, finally getting a glance at his attacker. He smirked disgustingly, pulling her closer.

“Well, I sure do like a girl with some fight.” He practically growled into her ear.

Thrusting her knee up into his crouch, he released her immediately, stumbling back into Steve who caught her. Doubling over, he hissed angrily, straightening back up to face the two.

“You bitch!” He spat, ready to advance towards them.

Steve quickly shoved her behind him, throwing a wobbly punch towards the man, only for him to catch it and strike him across the face, sending him back into the trash cans face first.

“Hey!” Bucky shouted, pulling the man by his sleeve towards the alley entrance. “Pick on someone your own size.”

(Y/n) seeing the bully was taken care of, she kneels down to check on Steve.

“Stevie, you okay?” She asked worried, grabbing his chin and tilting his head side to side, checking the damage.

Steve embarrassed, gently pushes away her hands, making her frown.

“I’m fine.” Steve tells her, not making eye contact.

“What were you thinking?” She hissed, angry at him putting himself in danger.

“Oh yeah, I just love getting beat up (Y/n).” He spat back.

“Can you just not get in a fight for one day?”

“Can you just shut up?!” He shouted, while (Y/n) was taken aback.

“Hey, that’s enough!” Bucky stepped in finally. “Steve, come on man. She cares about you.”

Steve felt his anger fade at the sight of (Y/n)‘s saddened form. He felt bad for being mean after not seeing her for a long time.

Bucky gave Steve a look, turning to (Y/n) fully.

“You alright doll?” Bucky asked her softly, lifting her chin with his fingers, making her cheeks heat up.

She loved it when he called her that.

“Yeah, I’m good buck. Just a tender scalp.” She replied, rubbing the back of her head, soothing the sore skin.

Bucky smiled at her toughness, pulling her into a bone crushing hug.

“I’m sorry, (Y/n).” Steve spoke.

“It’s fine Stevie.” She assured him, not wanting to drag out the argument.

When he pulled back, it dawned on her (and Steve) that he was in uniform. And he looked so damn handsome.

Steve and Bucky were talking back and fourth, while (Y/n) was practically drooling over his new look. Taking him all in head to toe, and she realized that him like this was doing things to her.

It only took a few extra seconds for her to realize what this meant, and her face dropped.

Before she could comment on her concerns, Bucky had pulled Steve and her to his sides.

“Gotta get Steve cleaned up, doll.” Bucky told her, watching her cheeks grow red.

“Where are we going?” Steve asked him.

“The future.” Bucky said cryptically, making (Y/n) and Steve laugh.

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(Y/n) was shaking with excitement, getting time with the boys, going to the Stark Expo. The night was going great, until it wasn’t. Bucky had brought along two girls, dates for both him and Steve. She was offended at the audacity, spending his night with two random strangers. She missed when it was just them three.

Yes, she realized that Bucky couldn’t read minds and he had no idea of her feelings for him. But that didn’t stop her from being upset, she did however try her best to not let it show.

Unfortunately the girl Bucky had brought along for Steve wasn’t interested, and instead clung to Bucky. Now having two girls swooning for him. The girl holding hands with Bucky squealed in excitement, pulling Bucky along to watch the show ahead. Leaving Steve and (Y/n) behind, dragging their feet.

“Yup.. this is so much fun.” She mumbled, trying to come up with an idea.

“What’s wrong with you?” Steve asked, offering her popcorn from his bag.

“Thanks.” She grabbed some, “It’s just.. why did he have to bring.. them.”

“No idea, but she definitely doesn’t like me.” Steve said, keeping his head down.

“Ignore her Stevie, she doesn’t realize how awesome you are.” She told him, making his scoff.

“But that can’t be the reason why you’re in a mood.” Steve said blankly.

“Sure it can.”

“No, it’s something else.” He insisted, making (Y/n) roll her eyes.

“Definitely not.” She fired back, her eyes locking with a handsome stranger from far away.

“Mhm.. you’ve got that look you get when you have a bad idea.” Steve pointed out.

“Okay just this once.. you may be right.” She agreed, but wanted to follow through.

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Bucky was talking with the two girls, aware that (Y/n) and Steve had wandered off. He didn't want to ditch the girls, but all he really wanted was to spend time with his two friends. Thinking about it, (Y/n) had been off ever since he introduced her to the girls, and it made him wonder.

Just as Bucky was about to excuse himself, to try and find his two friends. He spotted (Y/n) walking over, her arm hooked with a random guys.

She had watched Bucky's face go from confused to annoyed in a second, making her smirk deviously.

"Hey Buck, mind if we join you guys?" She asked, suddenly all happy and willing to hang with the girls. Bucky tried to force a smile while he glared at the man.

"Who's this?" Bucky asked her, raising his brows.

"Oh right, this is Danny." She told him.

"My names actually Don." The guy corrected her shyly.

"Same thing." She muttered, kicking the side of Don's leg.

Bucky watched the interaction between the two with a confused look, was he was missing something?

"Hey Sarge, can we go dancing?" One of the girls asked, batting her eyelashes. Making (Y/n) clench her teeth.

"Of course. (Y/n) you wanna join?" Bucky asked, side eyeing Don.

"We, would love to." She said a little too harshly, emphasizing the we, making sure he got the point.

Bucky nodded, still confused at her behavior. Had he done something wrong? He didn't understand the switch up. What he was sure of on the other hand, was that he did not like Don touching her.

Before she could walk away, arm in arm with Don, he stopped her.

"Hey (Y/n), can we talk?" Bucky asked her, watching her defensive posture melt and she nodded, excusing herself from Don.

Making their way to a more secluded spot, (Y/n) was the first to speak.

"Can we hurry this up.. uh, got a hot date waiting." She said, trying to sound uninterested with wherever this conversation was going.

"What's going on doll? You've been acting…off." Bucky started with, not sounding like himself. She's never thrown herself at guys like that, and he didn't like it.

"I'm not, just found someone I might like." She told him, crossing her arms over her chest.

"You barely know the guy's name." Bucky argued, watching her cheeks grow red from being called out.

"So? You barely remember the names of the girls you've been with." She shot back, seeing Bucky be taken aback.

Bucky had it hit him there, she was jealous. He tried not to smile, but he couldn't help but think how adorable she looked, at all her effort in trying to make him jealous. Which kind of worked.

"Are you jealous doll?" Bucky teased, watching her swallow and her cheeks grew a deeper red.

"Hell no, and don't call me that." She told him, her heart beating erratically.

"Doll, what's going on?" He asked her again, but less teasing and softer.

(Y/n) took a deep breath, knowing that if she was ever going to tell him, it best be now. She didn't want to wait for him to get back from war, or worse... never get the chance.

"I don't like that you brought those girls around… okay?” She started, looking down at her boots, kicking pebbles around.

Bucky lifted her chin, urging her to continue. Swallowing nervously, she decided this was it. No going back, this could ruin their friendship.

"I wanted to be your date... I wanna be yours." She quieted down at the last part, embarrassed. She knew he most likely didn't feel the same way, and from his silence, her eyes started to water.

"(Y/n), can you look at me." Bucky asked her finally, his heart breaking at the sound of her sniffle.

She inhaled deep, her bottom lip quivering, buried emotions deciding now was the best time to show. But otherwise looked up and met his steel blue orbs, ones that held no judgment.

"I’m sorry for never saying anything, guess I was confused too. But you’ve always had me wrapped around your finger, hate that I didn’t see it sooner.” He confessed, keeping her gaze in a gentle, affectionate hold.

“You want me too?” She asked shyly, not believing what she was hearing.

“Doll, I want you… all of you.” He told her, stepping closer, wrapping his arm around her, pushing on her lower back. Their fronts meeting, she faintly gasped.

“I don’t want you to leave me.” She whispered, a tear escaping through her lashes, but was quickly wiped away by Bucky’s thumb.

“I don’t want to either, but I promise I’ll come back to you.” He declared, pulling her shaking form even closer. “Now i’ve really got something to fight for.”

With a sad smile, (Y/n) stood on her tippy toes, giving Bucky a lingering kiss on his cheek. Making his stomach flutter with excitement.

“Now, why don’t we find Steve and get out of here.” He suggested, wrapping his arm around her waist, keeping her trapped against him.

“What about the girls?”

“Don’t worry about them. Plus i’ve got my girl right here.” He told her, watching her cheeks grow red again, which he would never get over. Loving the effect he had on her.

“And Don?” She teased, earning a chuckle from him.

“Don’t care, you’re mine.” He told her, giving her an adoring look, loving the way he could say she was his now.

Deep down they had always loved each other of course, but now it was something fathomless. They had already gotten a crumb of what things could be like now, and they craved more.

A/N: poor don deserved better😭 thank you for beta reading @foreverrandomwritings 💕

#bucky x y/n #bucky barnes #40s bucky #light angst #fluff #cheesy #marvel #marvel imagines #oneshot #reader insert #james buchanan barnes #the winter soldier #sebastianstan #steve rogers #pre serum steve #40s steve rogers

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fandomfluffandfuck · 2 months

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I'm thinking about Steve's memory and the fandom's popular perception of it tonight:

Like, okay, if the serum gave Steve a "perfect," eidetic memory (or even hyperthymesia) are we assuming it only includes his memories post-serum or it retroactively affects all his memories, including pre-serum memories?

(x)

(Because it's not like we can ask someone who suddenly developed an eidetic memory, an eidetic memory is something you're born with, so... Steve's sudden development of an improved memory is another thing he, alone, would experience.)

For example, I have seen--and I have also absolutely written myself, too--that Steve remembers Bucky's face with perfect recollection and can draw him from before the war. So, in theory, Steve could, if it weren't so painful, draw Bucky purely from memory when he's fresh out of the ice before he discovers that Bucky is still alive.

However... if he can draw Bucky from memory, why? How? It could be because he was gazing at Bucky so often, rather than his memories being retroactively changed/strengthened. But maybe it's not because he was looking at Bucky so often that he would've remembered him anyway, without an improved memory. It could be because of his altered memory capacity.

A further thought--what if Steve (maybe just the MCU version of Steve) doesn't actually have hyperthymesia or an eidetic memory? What if what Steve's experience of having an improved memory is really the lack of having brain fog? His memory just functions normally, perhaps better than average, but not exactly eidetic, since brain fog would probably have been all too common for Steve among his illnesses and underlying chronic pain exhausting his body and mind.

#just thinking thoughts #fandomfluffandfuck #steve rogers #bucky barnes #stucky #meta

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meidui · 2 days

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pre-serum steve fic recs

this rec list is a fill for the "pre-serum steve" square on my @steverogersbingo - it got long so the fics are below the cut ♡

the categories: *drumroll please...*

what steve's packing

modern non-powered AUs

historical AUs

steve isn't cap but tony is iron man

tony time-traveling to the forties and sexing up steve

medkink

omegaverse

❤️ what steve's packing:

Good Things, Small Packages by @ashes0909

Steve had a small cock and Tony was absolutely mad for it.

Packing Heat by @kandisheek

Tony always notices Steve Rogers, even when he's all but disappearing into the wallpaper at a party. It's time he does something about that.

Such a Softer Sin by @gotthesilver

Tony gets to his feet and steps between Steve’s legs. Running a hand up Steve’s neck, along his sharp jawline, Tony leans down and kisses him deeply, pouring all his feelings into the kiss until he can feel Steve relaxing. “I am so gone on you,” Tony says when he breaks away. “Whatever people have said to you before, whatever idiots made you feel this way, they’re not me. And I’m a goddamn genius, Steve, so trust me when I say, you’re gorgeous.”

❤️ modern non-powered AUs:

Your Reputation Precedes You by @vanilla-shoes

Tony agrees to watch the desk for the salon next door to his garage as a favor -- but when he meets the salon owner's fiery best friend Steve, maybe the favor is for Tony after all...

and you look so divine by @elcorhamletlive

Tony blinks a few times, seeming startled. “That’s – I mean, don’t me wrong, that’s great to hear. But, uh – Steve? That.... Kind of sounds like you think I’m dating you despite your looks.”

Steve just stares.

Tony’s eyes are wider than ever when he opens his mouth to talk: “Holy shit."

In Hindsight by @elcorhamletlive

Tony Stark knows very well how he screwed things up with Steve Rogers. He remembers it. Perfectly.

...Doesn't he?

sweet like honey by @elcorhamletlive

Steve wakes up in his boyfriend's Malibu mansion. However, Tony is nowhere to be found.

A fair match by @elcorhamletlive

Of course, Steve thinks. Of all the people in the world to get in trouble with, Steve had to do it with Tony Stark’s friend.

Steve gets himself in trouble - nothing new. He ends up arm wrestling with the most famous guy on campus, Tony Stark. That's definitely new, and it doesn't go exactly as he expects it.

i'll take care of you by @elcorhamletlive

“Hi.”

Steve blinks. The sound of loud thunder roars outside, but he doesn’t jolt, too focused on the image in front of him to be startled by the noise.

He has no idea what to say, and he isn’t sure if the shock is because of Tony’s absolutely sodden state – his hair glued to his forehead, his clothes dripping with water, forming a small puddle in front of Steve’s door – or because he wasn’t expecting to see Tony for at least three more days.

“Hi?” he says, a little tentative, before his brain catches up to reality. In his defense, he was getting ready to sleep when Tony knocked. He looks at what Tony is holding – a wet mess that seems to have been a flower bouquet at some point. “What are you doing here?”

❤️ historical AUs:

A Pirate's Life For Me by @bladeofthenebula27

When Steve joined the Avenger as the Cabin Boy, he knew being a pirate would be tough. He just never expected his duties would include warming the Captain's bed.

might be something by @stardating

Mingling with the upper class was not something one just did. Good thing Steve had no intention of just ‘mingling’. Not if he had anything to say about it.

a smudge of charcoal by @stardating

It was alright. It wasn’t like he didn’t need the stability. It wasn’t like he didn’t pour his heart and soul and last pennies into those paintings. Then Steve ran into someone and it was like the day wanted to get worse.

❤️ steve isn't cap but tony is iron man (from the series Art is Long and Life is Short):

Throw a Little Hot Rod Red in There by @festiveferret @sirsapling

Tony Stark was pretty sure that the absolute worst time to get asked out by an incredibly talented, good-looking artist, who likes to paint - and defend - Iron Man, is when he's dying of palladium poisoning.

Patience by @festiveferret @sirsapling

Try as he might, Steve just couldn't seem to paint the arc reactor quite right. And it was driving him crazy.

Some Form of Electricity by @festiveferret @sirsapling

Steve doesn’t know what he’d do without Tony, and thank god he has him, because after getting the phone call that Bucky’s alive, everything is a blur. But Tony gets him there, all the way to Germany. It isn’t until he’s watching his friend lie motionless in a hospital bed that it really hits him.

Bucky is coming home, and he’s coming home broken.

❤️ tony time-traveling to the forties and sexing up steve:

some days, you're the only thing i know by starkaspbrak

“He was right.” Tony whispers as he stares at Steve with what he could describe as affectionate.

“Who was?”

“My fiancé.”

“About what?”

There's a sparkle in his eyes as he responds, a soft smile on his lips, “That you’d still love me no matter what.”

Transient by @royal-chandler

There’s a 1A classification sitting on Steve’s bureau in his bedroom and he’s been so sick in his life, sick of many things; he’d like to no longer be sick of not having sex.

Like Whiskey on Cold Mornings by greyduckgreygoose

Tony/skinny!Steve porn

❤️ medkink:

ART for - Fever, Breathe Your Love on Me commissioned by Right_in_the_feels

I commissioned the wonderful Buukkin to create art for blue_jack's wonderful medical kink story Fever, Breathe Your Love on Me

A Cure for Every Ailment by @kandisheek

Doctor Stark is testing his new experimental treatment for erectile dysfunction on a group of volunteers. It works very well on Steve Rogers. Just not for the reason Tony thinks.

Or: Tony doesn't realize that sounding is a kink, and Steve never knew he had it.

Throckmorton Sign by MusicalKestrel

Steve has been having some very worrisome symptoms, even for someone with as many medical problems as he has. When he visits the ED, he finally gets some answers and the help he didn't even know he was looking for.

Delusion by LenkaVittoriaElisse16

Steve is scheduled for his annual PE, and the physician in charge is his boyfriend: the handsome Dr. Anthony Stark.

❤️ omegaverse:

Once or Twice by @festiveferret

It'd been flattering, at first, when Tony Stark - Iron Man, of all people - had shown Steve some attention, but it had become obvious pretty quickly that Tony was teasing him like all the other alphas at SHIELD did. Tony always pestered him every time he came to the SHIELD offices, harassing him for not having work done for ops that hadn't even been fully debriefed yet. He hung around Steve's desk and wanted to go over every tiny detail on every report which just meant that Steve's next reports were even later.

It was hard enough working his way up to Senior Strategy Analysis as an omega, and it was hard enough being around the unbonded alphas in the office who liked towering over his tiny frame, sneaking sniffs and smacking his ass as he walked through the breakroom. But Tony's relentless campaign of driving him crazy had made things even harder. Steve had even considered being transferred off the Avengers Initiative team, but he'd worked so hard to get there and he wouldn't let some knot-head bug him into quitting.

Two-Point Perspective by @festiveferret

Dear omega,

Congratulations! You've been selected. Alpha #95847872 has been assigned as your pre-bondee. A group bonding ceremony will take place on the 14th, unless other arrangements have been made by your alpha or their family. A valid bonding license must be submitted to Omega Services within 45 days of this letter or all services will be cancelled and any transferable benefits will not be applied to your alpha's package.

If there is some reason why you cannot be bonded on this date, please apply for an extension by calling 1-800-555-6827 within 7 days of receiving this letter.

Sincerely, National Omega Services

Stealing Your Heart by @bladeofthenebula27

Steve's had his eye on the Alpha he wants for a long time and tonight's the night he finally gets to go out and take him for his own.

Slut Era by @bladeofthenebula27

Tony never meant to become the campus bicycle but since that was apparently what was expected of him he figured it was easier just to lean into it.

He just never expected Steve Rogers would ever want to take a ride.

Peep Show by @bladeofthenebula27

“Alright there, Sugar?” A voice came from behind him and he whipped around to see an omega with a little box of tokens. “You know you got to put one in to start right?”

Steve felt his face heat. “Yes ma’am. I was just uhh—“

“First timer?” He nodded and she gave him an encouraging smile. “Well, don’t worry, there’s glass behind the curtain, so the omegas can’t bite.” Then she winked. “That costs extra.”

Steve’s face got even hotter. He certainly wasn’t doing that.

Steve knew he wasn't any omega's first choice, or hell, even third. But what starts as a visit to a seedy Peep Show in Manhattan ends up changing his life for good.

Marked You Mine by @avengersnewb

Omega!Steve and Alpha!Tony go undercover as a bonded couple for a mission. As it turns out faking a bond has some unexpected (mostly pleasant) side effects.

Clothes Make the Man by @fiftyshadesofstony

When Tony's status as the alpha in Steve's life is challenged, Steve sets out to show him how much he likes the idea of being Tony's omega. (PWP featuring Brock Rumlow being an asshole and some sexy shirts!)

In Tribute by @ms-meredith-milton

Tony Stark is an Alpha and Crown Prince of Manottan.

Steven--son of Roger, son of Grant--is a sickly omega and a nobody, even in his home of Brooklyne castle. He just wants to serve his country.

Things kind of go from there.

Small by My_Soul_and_Perfume

It had only taken him until the age of five to begin believing his father’s words, and he has repeated this mantra to himself for years in this very same spot. Yet, he had never grown desensitized to them. Words weren’t like the colors of sweaters. They wouldn’t fade away.

#there is so little else i love more than the fact that 'tony time traveling to the forties to sex up pre-serum steve' is a category #god bless us everyone #stony #stevetony #fic rec #*#steve rogers bingo #no serum steve

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