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reebmiester · 11 months
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Human rights protest circa 1935
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arcadianstorm · 1 month
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Steve got distracted by his muse ❤️ FULL NSFW-> A03 | Twitter | BlueSky | Pillowfort
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capibuck · 11 months
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Hey kids! Calm down.
Bucky Barnes and Steven Rogers were inseparable on both schoolyard and batterfield
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leehanji · 1 year
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murkycrush · 7 months
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Skinny Steve & Bucky~ I think I need to make more B&W pictures of them. 🖤 +Support me on Ko-fi | Commissions | Print Shop+
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rillils · 18 days
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There were times, back then, when Steve was sure he wasn’t going to pull through.
When the fever had consumed him for days, and the breath burned thick in the back of his throat, and Steve felt himself slip too close to the dark place that lived behind his eyelids, across the threshold of his consciousness.
Death, he thought: hovering like a loving mother at his side.
He could feel it, like a cold whisper gusting against his skin, chilling him with words of warning. Soon, it said; and Steve was too weak to do anything but lie there and listen.
He tried to tell Bucky once, drifting out of a delirious sleep.
“If… if death came tomorrow...”
“You’d punch him in the face,” Bucky shushed him softly, carding his fingers through Steve’s hair. The healthy warmth of his hand felt nearly cool against the fevered heat of Steve’s skin, and Steve leaned blindly into the soothing touch, sighing his relief as Bucky’s knuckles stroked his cheek.
Bucky. The world seemed to be fading at the edges, like a sheet of paper burning from the outside in, curling ash-black and falling away piece by piece; but Bucky was still there.
Bucky was made of gentleness and sound, sweet like the sweet nothings he poured in Steve’s ear when Steve slept fitfully, swept into his feverish haze and lost to the world for hours on end.
Bucky was touch: an anchor. Bucky was color, familiar and dependable, like the blue of the sky, the yellow heart of daisies, the stain-black of charcoal.
Steve glimpsed the downturned corners of his mouth, his lovely lovely mouth, red like ripe apples. Steve had dreamed of kissing it once. Twice. Every other night.
Bucky’s cheeks were so pale. His eyes looked so tired, circled by the bruise-like purple of his skin.
He hadn’t been sleeping, Steve knew. Steve had been sleeping, though – he’d stolen Bucky’s share of it while his body burned up from the inside.
“Buck,” Steve rasped, his voice thin and crusty, like plaster peeling off the wall. “If... if I go...”
Bucky shook his head, one curl coming loose from the once careful sweep of his hair. His pretty lips quirked up, a slip of a smile found so easily like he’d rehearsed it a dozen times before.
“Nah. You’re not going anywhere,” he said, collecting Steve’s hand to cradle it in both of his.
Steve’s head lolled sleepily on his pillow, lured by the sound of Bucky’s trembling voice.
“Buck.”
“Shh. You’re staying right here, where I– where I can keep an eye on ya.”
Silence spilled in the room, just for a moment – the space of a sniffle, of a soft, shivery exhale.
“Gotta make sure you don’t get into trouble, don’t I?”
One of Bucky’s hands left him briefly, and when it enveloped him again, there was a wetness there; one little drop trickling from the bridge of his finger, to land cool on Steve’s skin.
“Just. Just like I promised.”
And Steve knew then.
If Death did come; if it seized his wrist with its bone-thin fingers and bade him to follow, Now, child, it is time, Steve would say: No. He’s not ready.
He would think of the apple-red mouth he had never kissed yet, save for in his dreams; of the love he hadn’t quite begun to shape into words. He’d think of the life he’d only just caught a glimpse of, stretched far on the road ahead of him, twined with Bucky’s own as they reached into the future, together. Simply. Always.
No, Steve would tell Death. He’s not ready.
And neither am I.
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𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘣𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘰/𝘰𝘪𝘭 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩
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jbb32557038t41t420 · 2 months
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"Wait - is that supposed to be me?"
Stevie is jack.ad.astra (insta)
Bucky is 32557038t41t420 (insta)
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cinnamoncascadian · 10 months
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Artist is @lokewolf82 on tumblr
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steveybucky · 1 month
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I relate to Bucky because I too would fight anyone who dared insult preserum Steve rogers
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Thinking about what might have happened if Steve never got the serum and wasn't in Italy when he heard of Bucky's capture.
In Brooklyn, November 1943, Steve gets a letter saying Bucky is MIA. That's not dead and his heart clings to that faint glimmer of hope. Not dead, just missing. Bucky's a fighter. The army will find him and eventually he'll come home.
But then Steve reads about how the 107th were captured and that the army is refusing to mount a rescue. Steve would never let an injustice like stand, serum or no. Especially not if there's a chance Bucky is still alive.
He starts making a racket, Bucky's friends and coworkers in their neighbourhood support Steve's efforts and the racket gets heard. He gets arrested for it, but a Cop friend of Bucky's (who used to box at Bucky's gym), let's Steve go without charge; he thinks it's an injustice too.
Steve remembers the Stark Expo and Stark's grand technology claims, and somehow gets himself in front of Stark; making enough noise and showing enough tenacity that Stark is impressed (and amused).
Stark is always looking for an excuse to show the army how superior his tech is, so sure he'll help this guy mount a rescue mission, just think of the press if they succeed! And no one ever needs to know he was involved if it fails.
So Steve, 5 foot something, with asthma and a whole host of other ailments, who the army declared 4F on 4 different occasions, drops into Kreischberg. He manages to sneak through the compound unnoticed and liberates the POWs and (most importantly to Steve) rescues Bucky.
Schmidt isn't aware Steve's there, or who he is, so the compound isn't blown up—not until the POWs set it ablaze on their way out and Schmidt has no time to escape. He and Zola are killed by the explosions of their own bombs.
Steve and Bucky make it back to the US camp. Bucky's injuries and the torture he endured give him the excuse he needs to be discharged and returned home.
Steve isn't military in the first place, so he can't be court martialed. Besides, the press is loving the rescue so instead, Steve's role is hushed up and Stark gets the credit, but Steve doesn't care.
He and Bucky slip back to Brooklyn where they both enjoy a hero's welcome from their neighbours and live out their days in peace.
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reebmiester · 1 year
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Steve and the Barnes family
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Teacher's pet pt.2
Pairings | Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers (platonic), Bucky Barnes x reader, Steve Rogers x reader
Warnings | 18+, fingering, oral (f!receiving), mmf!threesome (kinda)
Word count | 716
Summary | teaching Stevie how to pleasure a woman
Masterlist | part one
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"Okay." Steve nodded, and jotted something down.
"Okay." Steve nodded, and jotted something down.
"Buck? I'm home!" Your voice rang through the small apartment, your kitten heels clicking softly against the wood floor as you strode towards Bucky and Steve. "What'cha doing?" You hummed, dropping down next to Bucky. 
Steve went scarlet, the whole way down beneath his shirt and Bucky held back a chuckle. 
"What? What's goin' on?" You asked, looking between the two friends. 
"I'm teaching Stevie how to pleasure a woman." Bucky said, a proud smirk plastered over his lips. 
"Is that so?" You raised a brow at Steve, who nodded sheepishly. 
"Sure is." Bucky chirped. 
"Why don't you show me how you'd do it?" You ask, leaning in to press a short kiss to his jugular. 
"Of course, doll. You get yourself nice and comfortable and I'll be with you in a minute." 
"Should I leave?" Steve asked timidly, and you and Bucky shared an amused look. 
"No silly, he's gonna show both of us how to do it." You grinned, and Steve gulped. You leant into him more, "I might even let you have a play if you're good." 
You had to hold back a laugh at Steve's shocked face, your breath hot on his skin as you'd winked at him before pulling away. 
"Don't be too long." You simpered, pushing yourself up and strolling into the bedroom. 
You wouldn't be surprised if Steve had heard you and Bucky going at it before, as there was only one bedroom in the boys' small apartment. 
He'd never mentioned hearing it before though, so you could understand Steve's nervous and flustered state. 
You sighed, draping yourself over Bucky's twin bed before letting your hands trail over your stomach, over your breasts. 
"Start in' without us, pretty girl?" Bucky smirked, arms folded over his chest as he leant in the doorway. 
You grinned at him as a very red Steve stumbled into the room. 
"G'wan, have a go." Bucky encouraged, patting Steve on the shoulder. Steve gulped before walking over to you and dropping to his knees at the foot of your bed. 
Bucky sat himself down on Steve's bed, which ran parallel to his own to make it easy to push the two tighter together if the nights got too cold and they needed to share body heat.
You gave Steve a reassuring nod as he leant towards you, and he returned a small smile before diving forwards. 
"Shit, Steve! You sure you haven't done this before?" You breathed as he lapped over your clit. 
He hummed against you, and before long you felt a slim finger push into your entrance. You shuddered, back arching as he curled upwards.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" You exclaimed as Steve nipped at your clit, his finger finding that one spot that always made you see stars.
You had stopped paying attention to anything but Steve's mouth and fingers, so barely noticed Bucky stand up and crouch down next to the bed you were spread across. 
With one arm braced on the mattress, Bucky reached over and cupped your cheek in his hand. His thumb traced your lips before slipping between them. 
"Such a dirty mouth, doll." He chuckled, and your eyes rolled back into your skull. 
Your legs flayed, and one of your heels dug into Steve's back as you neared your climax. Steve groaned into your folds and Bucky grinned. 
"She's nearly there, pal. Keep goin'." Bucky mumbled, pressing down on your tongue with his thumb as you keened. 
"Oh my god! Steve you feel so good!" You dried out as you came, thighs shaking around Steve's head as he brought you your release. 
"Good girl." Bucky hummed, pulling away at the same time as Steve. 
Breathing hard, you looked down to see Steve eyeing you with dark eyes, a satisfied grin on his lips. You chuckled, running a hand through his hair. 
"You are trouble." You mumbled, and Bucky laughed along with you.
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capibuck · 6 months
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I found my home here, with you.
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leehanji · 1 year
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This is a weekly occurrence.
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murkycrush · 5 months
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"A Simple Comfort"
💙Fic by: @cable-knit-sweater 💙Art by:@murkycrush 💙For @buckybarnesevents ShrinkyClinksDoubleBang2023
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Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes
Rating: Teen and up
Word count: 6.7k
Tags: artist Steve Rogers, recovering Bucky Barnes, light angst, domestic fluff, protective Steve Rogers, hurt Bucky Barnes, minor injuries, hurt/comfort, cabin fic, happy ending
Summary:
After finding Bucky on his cabin's property months ago, hurt and confused, Steve feels like they've settled into a comfortable routine. Bucky's made his place feel more like home. The only real interruptions to their routine are the mysterious trips Bucky goes on every so often. Steve's accepted that, believes that Bucky will tell him more when he feels comfortable to do so. But then Bucky goes on a long trip - longer than usual, without any communication. And Steve starts to worry. Did something happen? Is Bucky ever coming back?
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--- Thank you so, so much to my wonderful writer who worked hard to make such an adorable and sweet fanfic to accompany this piece. It's everything I hoped it would be, and then some! I am just one, happy little bee over this, and I hope you other Stucky fans love it just as much as I do!
xoxo Murky
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