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ronearoundblindly · 19 days

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Ro! Your new profile picture! 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍

And your theme!

Beautiful! Amazing! 😍🥰

I dabbled with a few options 🤭

ya know, just pretty shit!

[all photos from Pinterest.]

#ro answers #going REAL HARD on the purple theme #no idea why #and the paints make sense because my skinny!steeb is that beauty and the beast au artist #i should write that #i *should* write all of them oops

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faeriecap · 1 year

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imagine if instead of destroying Peggy's life Steve went back to the 1930s before the literal war and before his mom died???? like with a TB vaccine before she got sick and he literally had so much cash money from his pension that he exchanged it all for vintage bills and he basically just lived with Sarah and Bucky and rebecca without trauma!! and he helped Skinny Steve get his bearings and spent some time there and then just like went his own way and 40s Steve didn't have to become cap to prove himself and he just gets to live in a functional house with that money and be an artist and maybe go to school as sarah doesn't have to work!! so Bucky doesn't "die" because he doesn’t join the commandos and maybe steve never meets Peggy but it's ok bc she lived her life and uh yeah just imagine the emotional impact of him starting with his mom's funeral and Bucky and ending with them happy and alive and skinny Steve has value all his own fuck i’m crying

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abbygracerecs · 5 months

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Chris Evans Fic Reccommendations

What’s a Tumblr? - @holylulusworld smut

Cockwarming - @nastybuckybarnes smut

Good Girls and Skype Calls - @youre-deadangel smut

Daddy’s Little Pet - @sinner-as-saint smut

A magical place - @fandomimaginestrash

F*** being friends - @smutsonian

Afternoon Delight - @christowhore smut

Wallets, Keys, and Bobby Pins - @marvelouscaptainrogers

Butterfly Effect - @fangirlovestuff

True Love - @coffee-with-bucky

Skinny - @stories-sometimes

Chaleur - @moonstruckbucky smut

I’m different - @fantastic-fantasy-fanfics

For a smile - @anika-ann

I knew you would - @slowly-writing

Basket Boy - @needleandhammer

The beauty within everything - @iguana-eyanna

Prom dates and broken hearts - @rogersevans

America’s sweetheart - @generallynerdy

A long, long time - @dem-obscure-imagines

What’s in his heart - @waiting4inspiration

Kiss cam - @thegettingbyp2

Say you love me - @bonky-n-steeb smut

Kiss cam - @speechlessxx

Got you - @hispecticulartreasure smut

Golden boy - @bucksfucks smut

Guys my age - @bucksfucks smut

Ruin our friendship - @bucksfucks smut

Pollen talks - @wadedickpool smut

Nature’s beauty - @biteofcherry smut

#fic rec #chris evans #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers smut #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x y/n

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late-to-the-party-81 · 2 years

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Trust in me

AN: And here we are, over the hump, so to celebrate have some Stucky with a side of Vampirism and Lingerie......

I’m using dialogue prompts from this post by @nightprompts and they can be found emboldened in the text.

Kinktober 2022 Masterlist

Main Masterlist

Beta’d by @christywantspizza

Dividers by @firefly-graphics, banners and covers by me.

Pairing: SoftDarkVampire!Bucky x Virgin! Preserum Steve

CW: Lingerie, Vampires, Blood, Explicit Sexual Content, Corruption Kink, Possesive Bucky, people who treat Steeb horribly

Word Count: 2.7k

Steve’s head was spinning but given everything that had happened in the last few days, few would have felt different.

Was it only two days ago when he’d been sitting at home, the home he’d grown up in with his recently departed mother, when he’d been disturbed by a banging on the door? The village mayor, and a few other officials, had been standing there, looking down at him gravely, the poor sickly orphan son of Mrs Rogers.

It had been long whispered among the youth of the village about the mysterious castle over the hill, rumours of a spectre, a demon. A vampire. That if you stayed out too late, or strayed too far, then he would take you to slake his infernal hunger. But it was always a story, a way to keep the young people of the village under control.

Until it wasn’t.

It turned out that it was true, to a degree, although the main truth was that the vampire existed. And every 50 years, the mayor and town elders would pick a youth to be sent to the castle.

An offering.

A sacrifice.

It was apparently, according to the mayor, a gut-wrenching choice, and one that was hard to make, but Steve didn’t believe him. Even he knew he was the obvious candidate. No one would miss him; he had no parents, no siblings, no lover. His small, skinny stature meant that he couldn’t carry out the jobs that the other men of the village did, reduced to carrying out ‘women’s work’. He had few friends and no social standing.

Steve had been holding onto the hope that once the immense grief of his mother’s death had passed, he would grow to find contentment in his life, even if he never achieved the great happiness spoken about in fairy stories or shown by his peers, as they partnered off and began their own families. But it stood to reason that was never going to happen. Why would it? Nothing in his life so far suggested a happy ending.

The mayor explained that there wasn’t really any choice, unless Steve wished to selfishly bring ruin to the rest of the village. He could come of his own free will, like those who had been chosen before him, or they would bind him and take him.

With a barking laugh of derision, Steve had stood and left his home, locking the door and passing the key to the mayor. Soon, another family would live where he and his mother had lived and he hoped that the wife would be glad for his mother’s pans and crockery that were being left behind.

The only thing he took was the coverlet that his mother had tirelessly embroidered. If he were to die, he would like to be surrounded by her love and care in his final moments.

He’d spent the night in the church, where the clerics sprinkled him with holy water and commended his soul to God and the ever-after, chanting prayer after prayer over his small form.

The following afternoon, a few hours before sunset, he was put up into a wagon, and the stoic driver, who refused to say a word to him, steered the oxen up the rocky track and over the brow of the hill to where the castle lay. As soon as he’d alighted, the driver had turned and started straight back, and Steve had approached the imposing doors as the sun removed its final sliver from the sky.

Steve had lifted his hand to the large iron knocker, hesitating momentarily, before gulping down his fear and banging the ring against the solid wooden door. It had swung open with an ominous creak, but there was no one on the other side. Steve had then taken a trembling step over the threshold, and then another, into a cavernous entrance hall, noting the stone slabs on the floor, the old wooden sideboards against the stone walls and the massive candelabras placed upon them. He’d jumped when the door swung shut with an ominous boom, cradling the folded coverlet in his arms.

“Hello?” His voice had echoed off the walls, but otherwise there was silence. Moving carefully over to one of the sideboards, Steve had picked up one of the candelabras and moved towards the large staircase in the centre of the entrance hallway. Ornately carved bannisters curved upwards, bracketing the red carpeted treads and he couldn’t help but admire the craftsmanship of it all. He had just been about to take his first step up when he’d heard a noise behind him, like the flapping of wings, or the swishing of a cape.

Turning sharply on his heel he’d been confronted by a pair of eyes, flashing red as blood and it all faded to black.

So yes, Steve was dizzy as he blinked opened his eyes, and sat up. He was lying on a plush bed, on top of the counterpane, but with his own coverlet over his legs.

“Careful now. You fainted, my little one. You have not been taking care of yourself.”

Steve’s eyes went wide as he turned towards the deep voice and finally saw him.

The vampire.

To say that the vampire looked like a normal man would do him a great disservice. There was nothing normal about him, only the extraordinary.

Although he was sitting in the armchair next to the bed that Steve found himself lying upon, Steve could tell that he was a tall man. His skin was pale, his eyes a light blue, like the sky in winter on a clear day, but his hair was dark. It was also long for a man, skimming his shoulders.

His cheekbones were prominent, but not because he was gaunt, his nose was strong, lips plump and pink, and he had a cleft in his chin.

“You’re beautiful…”

Steve clamped his hands over his mouth as he realised he‘d spoken out loud.

The vampire smiled and Steve caught a glimpse of one sharp fan. Panic and embarrassment warred within him, both emotions rising when the man shifted, almost glided, out of his seat to sit on the edge of the bed, terrifyingly close.

“Are you going to kill me now?” Steve’s voice was a whisper.

“Of course not.” There was an almost soft, tender look on the vampire’s face and he reached out to smooth a stray lock of sandy blonde hair off Steve’s forehead. “I am James. What is your name?”

“St-Steve.”

The vampire James looked him up and down, trailing a hand down Steve’s cheek and to his skinny shoulder, rubbing his thumb into the dip in Steve’s clavicle.

“Look at me, Steve.” The trembling young man looked up, looked into those ice blue eyes, saw them flash red, and found he couldn’t look away.

“Good, good. Just relax. I won’t bite, unless you’re into that sort of thing.” His lips twitched at his own little joke. “Now, tell me Steve, what have you always wanted from your life.”

Steve didn’t know why, but James’ voice was soothing. He could feel the panic subsiding. He felt safe and able to let out his desires for the first time in his life.

“I… I… want to be loved. Not…not just the love a parent feels for a child. I had the best mother and she cared for me so much. But no one else wanted me as I am. I wanted to feel wanted, loved.” Steve’s lips twisted up into a wry smile. “I wanted to feel pretty.”

“They were all fools.” James looked angry, but Steve wasn’t afraid. He knew, somehow, it wasn’t directed at him. “Fools not to see the treasure beneath their noses. Casting you out for their own convenience, and for their own fears and superstitions.”

James’ trailed his hand back up, resting on Steve’s throat and stroking over his pulse point. “You said that you thought I was beautiful, Steve, but it is you who are. You who came here without fear, without a backwards glance, to save those who would never think of saving you. You are safe here, my angel. And you are desired.”

His eyes flashed red again.

“Now, sleep, sweet Stevie. Sleep.”

Steve closed his eyes, and this time when the blackness came it was with peace instead of fear.

It was his stomach rumbling that caused Steve to wake a second time. He was under the covers of the bed this time, but he wasn’t overly warm. He yawned and stretched, feeling more rested and relaxed than he ever remembered. He pushed back the covers and swung his legs out and that’s when he realised. Realised that his clothes were gone and in their place were different clothes.

If they could be called that.

There was no way these were clothes you could go outside in. Soft confections of lace and silk adorned Steve’s body, the light fabric sliding over his skin and making him feel…feel different.

He looked up as the door opened and James walked through. He smiled broadly when he saw Steve awake and on his feet, and in his hands he carried a tray.

“I have brought you some food, Steve. It isn’t the most exciting of fare,I have little use for normal foodstuffs, as I’m sure you can guess. But, I can’t have you getting sick.”

James placed the tray on the small table on the other side of the room, and then pulled out a chair.

“Please. Sit, Steve. I assure you, I mean you no harm.”

Feeling a bit awkward, Steve walked across to the table, feeling the plush rug under his toes, softer than nearly anything else he’d felt in his life, and sat down. James tucked him in, and then sat down in the opposite chair, watching him. Steve sipped at the water and tucked into the food, a simple platter of bread, cheese and sliced apple, but ironically, food he was used to. The silence stretched between them until Steve couldn’t bear it any longer.

“What are you going to do to me?”

James cocked his head.

“Nothing bad, I assure you. Do you know how long it has been since I’ve had good company? The last… visitor… from your village, it was a while ago. And she wasn’t as pleasing to the eye and mind as you are.”

Steve tried not to think about what had happened to that woman. She obviously wasn’t still here…

“So… if nothing bad, then what? You’ll forgive me for being nervous, given who, what you are, and why I am here.”

A deep chuckle, thick as syrup, spilled from James’ lips.

“I like how you don’t hold back, Steve.” James nodded down at the empty plate. “Are you finished? Do you need more?”

“No, no. It’s fine. More than fine.”

“Good.”

In the blink of an eye, Steve found himself out of his chair and pushed up against the wall, pinned there by James’ larger body.

“You are here, my angel, because I wish you to be. If I had merely wished to slake my physical hunger I can assure you that you would have expired in my hallway. But I find myself intrigued. You may be small in stature, but you are more than just your body. You came, clutching a blanket, one made with love, by your mother, I guess. You didn’t shrink or simper, nor did you cloak yourself with false bravado.”

James dipped his head to Steve’s neck and inhaled, rubbing his nose and then his cheek over the pulse in Steve’s throat.

“I want to keep you. I want to give you things. Nice things.”

His hands, cool and firm, stroked down the satin covering Steve’s body.

“Things like this. Things that help you see how beautiful you are. And do you know what else I would give you, Steve?” James lifted his head and looked straight into Steve’s eyes. Steve shook his head, unsure of how to answer, and in any case all words had left his brain as he struggled with the new feelings he had rushing through his veins. And rushing south.

“I would give you pleasure, my Stevie. I would make you feel more alive than you ever have. And yes, I would take what I needed too, but I can do that without killing you. Without irreparably harming you. So that we could both experience bliss over and over.”

James shifted his body and Steve could feel the vampire’s erection, rubbing against his own, where it was encased in more lace. Then James moved his mouth closer to Steve’s ear, and in a low voice asked, “Would you like that, Steve?”

Steve moaned. He’d never felt desire like this. No one had ever spoken to him like this, touched him.

“Please…” He knew he was damned from that moment, but he couldn’t find it within himself to care. Better to be damned and loved, even if only for a short time.

With another rush of inhuman speed James had Steve back on the bed, the outer layers of satin discarded so that Steve was only clad in a short lace top and matching underwear. He should have felt cold, but the heat of his own blood coursing through him kept him warm. James had also discarded his waistcoat, cravat and shirt, and his pale skin shone in the firelight of the room. He loomed over Steve, hair loose, fangs peeking out, and looking like the personification of lust.

“Would you grant me the gift of your body, my angel?”

“Yes!” Steve’s voice may have been a whisper, but it no longer trembled.

With a sigh, James kissed him, his lips soft, but cool. Steve could help but wind his arms around James’s neck. This was his first kiss, and while it was very different to what he’d imagined, he couldn’t, wouldn’t, regret it. He couldn’t stop his body responding, and rolled his slim hips up against James’, small breathy moans passing from his lips to his lover’s. James’ hands were all over him, touching him in new and delightful ways. He felt bereft when James broke their kiss, but was then plunged back into this new world of pleasure as the vampire travelled down his virgin body, licking over the pulsing vein in his neck, sucking gently on it, lightly scraping with his sharp teeth.

The coverlet of the bed was twisted in Steve’s fist, having not known what to do with his arms when James slipped out of his embrace. James nuzzled into the dip by Steve’s hip, a hair’s breadth away from his straining cock.

“You smell so sweet, Stevie. I bet you’ll taste just as delightful.” He pressed his open mouth over the lace making his way across to where the fabric was tented the most and damp with pre-cum. He looked up and caught Steve’s gaze, before he sucked on the fabric. Steve cried out, arching off the bed, almost entirely overwhelmed by sensation.

“Mmmm, just as I thought.” James chuckled as he pulled down the sodden underwear and then took Steve’s cock in his hand. He started to stroke it, while kissing Steve’s milky inner thighs, and licking at his balls.

Steve had never felt anything like it. He’d touched himself before, but this, this was something new. The touch, the caress, of someone else, someone so magnetic and dangerous.

“James… I…!”

“Shhh, my angel. Don’t think, just feel. Trust me.”

James ran his tongue up Steve’s length, flicking it over the tip and then taking it into his mouth.

“Oh. Oh!” Steve screwed his eyes shut, trying to reduce the overstimulation. “James. James! I…”

James removed Steve’s cock from his mouth, going back to stroking it and resuming his kissing and nuzzling of Steve’s thigh. He twisted his hand slightly on the up stroke, increasing the pressure, then, as Steve’s body went rigid, James sank his teeth into the soft skin.

Steve felt as though stars were exploding behind his eyes, the world spinning out of control. Pleasure sizzled through his blood and it felt as though it was never ending. He glanced down at where James was latched onto one of his thighs and saw blood red eyes looking back at him.

Yes he was damned, but he’d never regret it.

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#kinktober22 #kinktober 2022 #late writes #stucky #stucky fic #preserum steve rogers #vampire!bucky #steve x bucky #steve rogers #bucky barnes

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potterhead2207 · 2 years

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Fic Recommendations Masterlist 4

Bucky Barnes

@assembletheimagines - Video

@thenhewaswrongaboutme - Like Braille

@angrythingstarlight - Untitled

Ari Levinson

@waywardblonde - Loving Ari Levinson

Evanstan

@milkathedudz - Caught In The Middle

Chris Evans

@cevansgoatee - Positions

@agustdowney - Tied Up

@milkathedudz - Grind Over Me

@comfortcap - Yelling

@cevansgoatee - Untitled

@cevansgoatee - Stepping Up

@cevansgoatee - Fix This

@ozarkthedog - Sneak

@f10werfae - All Pretty And All Mine

@f10werfae - Daddy’s A Builder

@f10werfae - The Boudoir Book

@f10werfae - Chris Evans Dad Scenarios #1

@writersblog20 - Don’t Act Like A Fucking Brat

@lipstickbisous - NSFW Alphabet

@buckyhoney - Just A Taste

@steviesnight-time - Before Dinner

@luceroftchris - Safe With Him

@luceroftchris - Dropping My Boyfriend’s Hand

@luceroftchris - Boyfriend Tries On Amazon Leggings

@luceroftchris - Drop The Towel

@luceroftchris - Call Your Boyfriend By Another Name

@hansensgirl - Playground

@i-have-a-wonky-eye-too - Untitled

Frank Adler

@rogersevans - Lunch Breaks & Tinder Dates

@lovebittenbyevans - Two Of Us

Andy Barber

@starduststevie - Sooner Than You Thought

@hansensgirl - Untitled

@junova - Heard You Got A Boyfriend?

@onsunnyside - En Voyage

@sstan-hoe - Sex On Legs

@gutflorizt - She

@royalsweetteaa - Daddy Replacement

@lovebittenbyevans - Two Of Us

Lloyd Hansen

@slyyywriting - Keep Running Back

@sstan-hoe - Lights, Camera, Action!

Steve Rogers

@cevansgoatee - Hero

@cevansgoatee - Mornings Like These

@cevansgoatee - Dancing In The Moonlight

@bonky-n-steeb - Code Blue

@marvelouscharlie24 - Choices & Crossroads

@lanadelreyscokewhor3 - Skinny Dipping

@kinanabinks - The Cheerleader

@youlightmeupfinn - Twin Girls With Steve Rogers

Ransom Drysdale

@royalsweetteaa - Sweet Red Velvet

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evansbby · 1 year

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No bcs the funniest thing about poyt is that Steve is this big beefy muscular guy and he's supposed to be in highscool. And this is so funny bcs bestie I've never seen a beefy highschooler - literally all highschool boyz are skinny asf. It's lowkey so hard to take Steve seriously and not laugh at him bcs I just jeep imagining him as skinny 😭 - if a skinny high-school boy told me to obey him, I'd literally laugh at him 💀 LIKE I HAVE NEVER SEEN ANY OF THESE BOYS BEING MUSCULAR - BITCHES GOT LESS CAKE AND MEAT THAN ME!!😭 so hard to take steeb seriously.

But then I guess if the guys around Steve are skinny than that just makes him more alpha and manly lmao.

BESTIE HE IS IN COLLEGE. HE IS A SENIOR IN COLLEGE HE IS NOT IN HIGH SCHOOL PLEASE!!! 😭😭😭😭

College football players are beefy as fuck. Bucky and Sam are beefy too. Most of the male characters in poyt are beefy af except Peter who is skinny

#anon #poyt ask

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stripesofbrooklyn · 3 years

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@deceitfultrickry

“Loki, you are not carrying me.”

#here have a skinny steeb

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faeriecap-archive · 2 years

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The amount of love I have in my heart for animated steven grant rogers and james buchanan barnes I really cannot im really about to have an asthma attack my heart is so 💕💞💝💖💓💗💘💝💞💕💝💘💖💓💓💘💝💕💕💘💘💗💓💖💘💝💕💕💘💘💗💓💓💖💘💘💕💕💘💘💗💓💗💘💝💕💘💝💘💖💗

#what if #bucky barnes #steve rogers #captain america #the winter soldier #skinny steve #stevebucky #steeb #bucket #marvel #i speak

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pooslie · 5 years

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A rare portrait of Sarah and young Steve Rogers

😂

#skinny steve #calvin and hobbes #steve rogers #steve needs a hug #i love steeb #steeb #captain america #ca:tfa #chihuahua #marvel #avengers #sarah rogers

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robert-deniro · 4 years

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sakshi im sad :(

nooooooooo

wish i could help but in times like these........all i can offer is an emotional support dorito

hope it helps

#also im making the set but i got distracted by skinny steve while screencapping tfa for a gif #STEEB IS VROOMING ON HIS WAY TO KICK YOUR BAD MOOD'S ASS!!!!!!#answered #vroom tag #stevedbucky

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faeriecap · 2 years

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on that note "it's a Barnum and bailey world it's as phony as it can be" like imagine a fucking circus AU with Steve and Bucky and everyone as an act and like Bucky is a trapeze artist or smth and he falls and gets amnesia from a head injury except it's like the fuckig night circus so it's actually magic and either Steve is also in the circus or like he is a frequent guest and he joins and has to help him recover his memories wow fucking why don't I write this shit

#skinny steve going to draw all the performers bc hes the illustrator for the town newspaper or smth and the magic makes him into big steve #so he becomes the circus’ strongman but only while the circus is in town #steeb #bucket #i speak #stevebucky #marvel #mcu #captain america #the night circus #circus au #stevebucky au #captain america fanfic #fic prompt #stevebucky fanfic #stucky fanfic

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manbehindtheshield · 4 years

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"Um, don't panic, but I think we're snowed in."

don’t panic?

steve goes to the window to look out, even though it’s dark by now, he can still see just how much snow has fallen in sawyer’s driveway. and the roads don’t look like they’ve been plowed in hours either. “…oh…damn.” his tone is disappointed as turns back to face sawyer. “i guess we’re not gonna make our reservation. i’m sorry, angel.” he frowns. steve had been trying to get reservations to this new romantic restaurant that opened up in town, but it had been so popular that every time he tried, they were all booked up – especially with it being so close to christmas. finally, just by chance, they had a cancellation and he was able to snag it. it would be the perfect start to an whole evening he had planned out, but now – it didn’t look like it was going to happen.

he’s been nervous all week about tonight and he’s not sure he can put what other things he had planned off any longer. “well … i’m sure we can rustle up something yummy in your kitchen for dinner…. and we can set the table with a pretty tablecloth and try to make it as romantic as we can….” his eyes go to sawyer’s clothes. they had gotten all dressed up for evening — sawyer looks absolutely gorgeous. “we’ll just do our own thing here tonight and i’ll, uh, see if i can make reservations for another day…”

he stands there staring at sawyer for a moment as his heart begins to race. “i just wanted this night to….” his voice cracks and his hand goes to his pocket, fumbling around inside. before he knows what he’s doing to stop himself, steve drops to one knee, producing a gold band with a small inset diamond. “sawyer…i love you so much and i wanna spend the rest of my life with you…” he feels like he’s about to burst at the seams with nervousness. his eyes are wide and he swallows down the dryness in his throat so he can finish his sentence. “….will you marry me?”

it was not the proposal he planned for tonight, but it felt good to finally ask the thing he’s been thinking about for months now.

@bakinghistory

#steeb has been wanting this for so long!#bakinghistory #verse :: not so picture perfect life (modern college au)#(skinny!steve version)

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whatwxsright · 6 years

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@ofgunsandlipstick ;; cont’d

Peggy’s blouse was untucked when he pulled away. She was going to reach for hi when Steve spoke, blush high in his cheeks as he shared that he was a virgin, looking for all the world like he expected to be kicked out of her bed. Long fingers drifted out to touch his face and she stared at him. “Steve, darling,” Peggy said lowly. “We don’t need to do anything you aren’t comfortable with.” She’d never push him, not for a moment, but she really didwant this with him. Now that he’d agreed to the procedure, she felt there was somehow a ticking time bomb on their relationship. And she wanted to know that Steve Rogers knew he’d been loved.

Looking down, Peggy pushed her hair back nervously. “That being said… I do want this, Steve. I want you.”

Steve could hardly believe it’d gotten this far, that he hadn’t told Peggy until this very second that he’d never done this before. Like a goddamn idiot he’d spilled the beans, despite the fact he was so hard he felt dizzy, despite the fact that she was there and her blouse was untucked and her face was flushed. He waited, practically panting as he stared at her, wondering if she’d kick him out of bed. But that moment never came, instead she just brushed her fingers against his face and all he could do was close his eyes and lean into her touch. Shifting closer to her again, Steve nervously let his hand drift under the hem of her blouse this time when she promised that she wanted him.

“I just thought I’d lay all my cards on the table, y’know.” He muttered quietly, still slightly embarrassed but mostly happy-- that she wanted him despite everything. “I want you, though, Peg-- I want this... I just don’t wanna be a disappointment.” Steve admitted, his face flushed as he looked at her.

#ofgunsandlipstick #verse; the crooked kind ( skinny!steeb )#i can queue this all day ;; replies

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lovemesomerafael · 3 years

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