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The Last Breath || Steve Rogers x reader

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Summary: Fight against Thanos takes a dramatic turn.

Warnings: Major character’s death, overall sadness.

Words: 1600

Request by: herdofsambars

Authors: Rouge & Cass

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Everything was incredibly still.

The pain that once burned like fire had faded away to an icy numbness. You didn’t pay attention to it anymore. You were running through the jungle, just to find Steve. You had to find Steve. It was your target.

And when you saw him getting injured by Thanos who was laughing at his own actions, you felt like your soul has split.

There was something in that shout, a pain behind it. You simply watched. You watched Steve’s eyes. Then you knew that the anger was nothing but a shield for pain, like a cornered soldier randomly throwing out grenades, scared for his life, lonely, desperate. You breathed in real, looking Thanos straight in the eye, and when he dissapeared, you approached Steve slowly, sanking on your knees right next to him.

Steve looked at you trying to force a comforting smile, he already knew what was coming.

He lowered his glance and looked at the bloody spot right in the middle of a place where a silver star from his uniform used to be.

“It will be okay,” he tried his best to assure you but was there really a point?

He could feel every inch of his body screaming from pain, his breath was getting rapid and the wound was bleeding heavily, staining his uniform.

Was it really his end?
Steve could feel how his body began to give up and he slumped completely on the ground, grabbing your arm tightly, he could feel the panic rising in his mind. Right now, the brave Captain America was gone, there was only Steve Rogers, just a scared boy from Brooklyn.

“Y/N…,” he breathed out.

You inhaled a trembling breath, sweat accumulating on your skin, an icy cold.

“Yes? Yes, Steven?” You asked, barely moving your lips.

You reached out and touched his cheek.

Steve was getting pale slowly and you did anything you could to hold your tears back.

‘It’s… It’s getting so cold, why..?“ Steve mumbled.
Even talking was getting harder, he tried to desperately squeeze your arm harder in a quiet scream for help but all he could do was to twitch his fingers, he was losing control, and this was sending even bigger waves of fear through his already weak body.

Steve tried to move, grasping onto remained vestiges of his strengths, he could simply feel how gravitation was pulling him toward the ground and he could do nothing about this.

Stain on his uniform was only getting bigger and bigger, it was already reaching his stomach and blood didn’t stop pouring out of the wound.

"Y/N… Please… Do something! Save me… I don’t wanna vanish…” Steve thought that he was screaming but in fact, it was nothing more than a pathetic whimper of a person that was looking for a salvation.

Just like those clouds above, your insides were in a chaos. A mess. Something was bothering you. Something was hurting you. Something ached inside you.
Something felt so wrong, so invalid but you couldn’t tell what. You tried to pin point the cause for this unexplained pain but failed. You tried to reason this unbearable burning but didn’t find any. Everything felt so confused, just like a jumbled set of a puzzle.

And then you realized.
Previously unspoken fear has torn your insides apart, from mind to soul.

Steve was dying and there was nothing you could have done to help him, to save his life like he’s done many times for you.

“Breathe…,” you whispered, leaning over him, “I’m with you, you’re not alone… I’m with you till the end of the line.”

“Y/N… Y/N, please, help me… I can’t feel my legs. Why my chest… Why is it so heavy?” Steve asked with a quiet whimper.

With every minute Steve felt like strength was draining out of him, he couldn’t move, he was cold, and every breath was painfully hard to take.

He wasn’t ready to go, he didn’t want to go.

He was Captain America himself but on the other hand maybe it was a good thing.

Steve was fighting through his whole life. Maybe it was a good time to give up?
With these thoughts, Steve calmed down and embraced the fact that he was drifting away into the darkness. This was his real salvation, no more fighting nor saving the world.

He smiled at you weakly while his eyes filled with tears.
“Is this the end Y/N, right? Do you think they all are waiting for me? All of my friends? Mom and dad? Peggy?”

You simply sobbed into his chest unceasingly, hands clutching at his uniform covered in dirt, blood and dust.

Steve held you in silence, rocking you a bit as your tears soaked his chest. A tiny lapse let you pull away, blinking lashes heavy with tears, before you collapsed again, your howls of misery worsening. The pain must have come in waves, minutes of sobbing broken apart by short pauses for recovering breaths, before hurling you back into the outstretched arms of his grief.

“Don’t leave me, Steve. Just hold on, I will get help for you, just wait for me, and don’t close your eyes. We will pull you out of this, okay? Just don’t you dare to close your eyes, Rogers!”
Your grief has turned into a panic mixed with dose of helplessness.

You looked around, trying to figure out where you could have started with looking for other team members but you were too afraid to leave Steve alone.

Steve took your cheeks into his hands, looking you right in the eyes.
“Y/N, it’s over, I can’t fight anymore. I’m afraid this is the end,” he said quietly and pressed his lips to yours.
It was his goodbye to you, the death was slowly coming to harvest his soul.

Was he scared? He couldn’t tell, he was truly scared of what was coming but at the same time, he felt happy. Steve was going into a better place, where everyone was awaiting him.

His hand slipped into your palm.
“Y/N, please. Be brave and don’t cry. I had a wonderful life here, I couldn’t ask for more. Finish what we all have started,” Steve smiled at you slightly as his eyelids became heavier.
He started to slowly drifting away, and at this point no one could stop it.

You became quiet, yet you have wanted to scream and shout all these emotions out of you, it would be easier that way. Unfortunately, your throat was swollen, so you couldn’t even properly breathe.

You laid next to him, nuzzling into his neck, trying to be as close as it was possible.

“I’m sorry, for all I’ve done, for how awful person I was many times, for all the moments when I disobeyed you…,” you were counting quietly. “I’m sorry that I couldn’t have saved you, Steve… Forgive me, my love…”

You pulled up a bit to reach his pale lips. You pressed yours to his for the very last time, letting the tears roll down your cheeks.

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Steve felt weird, he expected to see nothing but darkness, instead he felt the warmth.

He looked down at his body, inspecting every little inch; his uniform, blood and whole suffering were gone.

The place was warm and oddly familiar, Steve looked around and then recognized it. It was one of those places where young soldiers used to hang out before they were sent on the front.

“Excuse me, handsome,” he heard a voice and felt like someone grabbed his palm. “I believe you promised me a dance, sir.”

Steve turned his head only to see Peggy smiling at him.

He gladly returned the smile. “I believe so, too,” Steve answered and followed Peggy on a dance floor.

Steve wrapped his arms around her waist while she wrapped hers around his neck.
“You did a great job, soldier but the war is over now, Steve. No more fighting, no more suffering,” Peggy whispered and gently caressed his cheek.

“I know,” Steve nodded and smiled.

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The sun shone brilliantly and the virescent colour of the spring day under it’s glare was offensively bright and cheerful. It was as if they conspired to show you how the world would go on without Steve. It shouldn’t. Everything should be as grey and foggy as my emotions, it should be cold and damp with silent air. But the birds still sang and the flowers still bloomed. You walked through the churchyard like a silhouette of yourself, wishing you really were as insubstantial as the shadows so that your insides might not feel so mangled.

The battle against Thanos was lost.
Not many of your colleagues have survived.

But now, all of you met up again, at the funeral of Captain America. And you were the one to make a speech.

“I could write a million letters, each one the same as the last in sentiment and cadence. They stay the same, only the word arrangement changes. It boils down to one thing, we all miss you…,” you said, trying to keep your head straight, “You should be here. Ultimately, no one knows if that is selfish or not and even if it is, to hell with the rest of the world and their opinions. You should be here. I miss you. Your pretty blue eyes, beautiful smile, wily heart, torn mind, and kind, tortured soul. My heart is missing an integral piece, a part that keeps it from working correctly. I miss you, Steven Grant Rogers. And I do hope you finally found your peace.”

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Abandoned House || Steve Rogers x Reader

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Summary: Steve takes you to an abandoned house during Halloween night for a ‘date’. What happens there is hard for you to believe…

Warnings: none

Words: 1037

Author: Rouge

A/N: this little oneshot was written for @loki-the-fox writing challenge. Thank you for the opportunity ☺

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Against the dark night sky all Steve could see was the crumbling walls that were nothing more than a ghostly silhouette of some previous existence.
The wind whistled through the trees.

”Did you hear that? Let’s go see what that was,” he offered, glaring at you above his shoulder.

You shuddered as you pulled your coat tighter around your waist.

The fading of the sunlight had also meant the fading of the heat. Wintry air swirled around both of you, taking every lick of warmth it could.

“I am not sure, Steve, I don’t feel good here,” you claimed quietly, tucking your chin downward into your pullover.

“Shush,” he put his finger to his lips, humming softly. “I’m here with ya. You’re gonna be alright, come on,” Steve reached his hand out to you, a little smile appeared on his bearded face.

You sighed loudly but took a hold of his palm and let him to lead you in.
You didn’t like the idea at all but you loved Steve and it was cute from his side that he was trying so hard to impress you. The idea of a trip to an abandoned house during Halloween night was, however, not your thing. You’ve agreed on his idea mostly because you didn’t want to make him sad. You knew that he put a lot of effort to prepare something.
Besides, it was something new. You trusted him fully, in the end he was your boyfriend. Part of you still was afraid of what was about to come but you took a deep breath and followed him inside.

Both of you were exploring the house for almost an hour.

Dust was over every surface like dirty snow.

Thankfully, Steve has taken the flashlight with him so you didn’t have to blunder through the complete darkness.

The floors had been a highly polished parquet, individual blocks lovingly placed and sanded to a smooth finish before the varnish was brushed on with fine bristles. The walls stood firm, the window frames strong, glass triple glazed and whole. All in all, it looked like a movie-set, a place waiting for life to come. The only give-away was the odour, well, that and the dust. It was musty and dry, but nothing opening the doors and windows couldn’t solve.

You both passed by cracked windows and mouldy, browned wooden walls with water stains painting as scars upon skin. You and Steve stopped when you came to a collapsed doorway. Wooden planks barred you from entering, still there from when the northern side of the house had fallen on itself.

You approached, peering through the slats, the light streaming in. It looked just like the rest: quaint in size, aging, and creepy. But what was ‘abnormal’, there was a little table in the middle of the room with a tiny ornate music box on its counter.

You glared back at Steve and he nodded softly, moving beam a bit to wider the slat for you to slither in.
“Don’t hesitate, Y/N. It’s safe to get in, I guarantee,” man assured you softly.

With a quiet whimper you got into the room and waited politely at Steve to join you.

As he did, you both heard some not nice cracking a floor above and you held your breath back.

“What was that, Steve?” You whispered, instinctively grabbing a hem of his flannel shirt, tugging on it and pulling closer to him.

“Shush, Y/N. The house is old, it’s going rotten everywhere. It was just a wood, shush,” he explained calmly, stroking over your shoulder.

You mumbled something under your breath and you simply nuzzled to his wide chest, you shivered as you did.

“Hmmm? What’s that, Y/N? Don’t be afraid, it’s okay, I’m here. I won’t let anything bad happen to you.”

You could feel Steve smiling and you relaxed in his string arms a bit. Indeed, you felt securely when he was right next to you.

You glanced back at the music box.

“How is it not devastated like rest of the house? Only the music box is in a good condition. Interesting…” You muttered rubbing your chin with a thumb.

Steve let you out of his arms and gently pushed you ahead.
“Instead of talking, go and check why is that,” Steve suggested lightly and you frowned a bit.

Was it some kind of a trap?

You looked around the room in an attempt to look for any hidden camera but there was nothing.

As slowly as it was possible, you approached the old table and took the music box in your hands. You turned around to Steve, and within a second he was standing in front of you. Rogers took the box out of your hands and looked down at you as he was towering over your figure.

“Steve…?” You asked, cocking brow up and tilting your head a bit. “What’s that, Steve?”

He only smiled at you, showing his beautiful teeth as he went down on his knee slowly, and it was when you simply knew what was about to happen.

“Steve…?” You asked again but he kept smiling only.

Steve opened the box and you saw a beautiful ring with a sapphire.
You slowly put your palm to your mouth, you felt like you would collapse.

“Will you marry me, Y/N?” He asked softly.

The air was so brittle it could snap. But you took a step closer to him, nodding.
“I do, Steve.”
This time you spoke firmly, so sure of your own words. “I do.”

You let him put the ring on your ring finger, and when he stand up again, you simply jumped into his arms.
“I love you so fucking much, Rogers,” you whispered between kisses you were placing everywhere you could reach.

He giggled happily, wrapping his muscular arms around your waist and nuzzling his bearded face into your shoulder.
“I do love you too, honey-boo,” he claimed. “But, language!” He laughed harder, ruffling your bangs.

“Oh, c’mon, Steve! I’ve used THIS word to emphasise how much I love you, Cap,” you explained yourself and grabbed his palm. “Can we go back home now? I would rather not be killed in some abandoned house.”

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Before You’ll Be Gone|| Stucky Smut

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Summary: Bucky finds the best way to improve Steve’s mood before the mission.

Warnings: Smut

Words: 2372

Authors: Cass & Toro

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It was one of the hardest days in his entire life and he felt blue.
Steve was sitting at the edge of his bed, lurking through some documents. It was when he heard some noises in the kitchen. He frowned but eventually went downstairs to check what happened.

“Ugh! Fucking pan and fucking stove… FUCKING PANCAKES.” Bucky growled to himself and threw the pan across the kitchen. “Okay… if not pancakes than maybe a cake…” He muttered and rubbed his face, he was annoyed. “Parker said that cooking with the book is easy…”

Steve leaned his side against the doorframe.
“What the hell are ya doing, Buck? Who’s gonna tide this mess later?” Steve asked as he looked around.

Stains of oil and flour were everywhere, even at the ceiling. Pan that Bucky threw seconds before was laying on the floor next to the table.

Steve crossed arms over his chest, sighing.

“I try to cook.” He said before looking around, then he shrugged. “I will force Parker or Sam to clean it. I have more important stuff on my head now.” He said and looked at Steve. A
“How do you feel, pal?” Bucky asked, taking his apron off.

“Normal, I guess.” Steve rolled his eyes. “And no, you will clean it by yourself.”
Steve’s voice was firm. “It can’t be like this that anytime you make a mess, someone else has to help you. Ain’t it nice.” Steve let out a sigh and took a seat at the table. “I am going on the mission soon.” He said simply.

“Nope! Parker does nothing, just lurk around so he can move his teenage ass and do something here, and Sam is Sam. I hate him.” Bucky giggled and then blinked.
“Wait… what? You just came back like two days ago. And what with me?!” He whimpered sadly.

Steve slipped hands in his hair. “I have to. Agency has found some spy among them in their European branch. I have to investigate.”

“They can send Hulk? Stark? Uhm… Parker? The tower is full of people and they have to send YOU?” Bucky walked to the table and sat at the opposite side. “I won’t let you go this time. I mean it, Rogers. You are staying here with me. We need to improve your mood first.” He smiled.

“Bucky, I am not in mood.” Steve said simply. “And yes, they want send me. I have the best knowledge in a matter.” He sighed. “I won’t be long. Month or so…”

“EXACTLY! You aren’t in the mood and I wanna change it… I…” Bucky blushed and rubbed his face, “I made this mess because… I tried to make those Captain America themed pancakes, to improve your mood.” He looked around, biting his lips. “You see how it ended.”

Bucky sighed sadly.
“Why you say it like it’s nothing? Month is a really long time. I really won’t let you go. They can send Nat, she knows a lot.”

Steve shook his head. “It’s not that easy, Buck. And… It’s pretty sweet, pal. You know I can’t be mad at you for too long though.” Rogers giggled shortly. “Will you help me with packing later?”

Bucky sighed deeply and nodded. “Sure… I will help you.”

He watched Steve for a minute and then smiled. “About your mood… I have an idea.”

Steve cocked his brew, crossing arms over his chest. “What idea? Shall I be scared?” Steve chuckled softly.

Bucky said nothing, only rolled his eyes.
He raised from his seat and walked to Steve from behind. Bucky placed his hands on Steve’s shoulders. He started to massage them, moving to Steve’s back and neck from time to time. He was pressing all the right spots.

Bucky leaned over a bit. “You know… I really miss you when you are on a mission.”
He whispered against Steve’s ear before kissing his neck and shoulder.

Steve couldn’t help but smile as he closed his eyes. He enjoyed every single moment of that little massage.

“Mhmmm…” He purred softly. “I can see you do, Buck.”

Steve reached his hand back to gently stroke Bucky’s metal arm.

Bucky giggled. “Aaaa? You see? I already helped you.” He smiled and looked at Steve. “I really won’t let you go. I miss you too much, when you’re gone, Imma stuck with my own hand.” He muttered and teasing as he nuzzled to Steve’s neck.

Steve got up slowly and smirked at Bucky, he wrapped his muscular arm around Bucky’s shoulders.
“You know how to be cute, don’t ya?” Steve smirked as he slowly led Bucky upstairs, checking by the way if no one was around.

“Yes! We’re gonna fuck! FINALLY!” Bucky said happily and pulled Steve quickly to their room.

He locked the door behind them as they both entered.

“You have no idea for how long I’ve been waiting for this. Since you came back, you didn’t touch me… I was getting worried that you don’t love me anymore.” Bucky purred, pulling Steve closer. “You were a bad boy, punk.” He growled playfully, grabbing Steve’s ass.

Steve bit his lower lip, looking Bucky directly in the eye. “Calm down, take it easy, Serge.” Steve leaned more to Bucky and slowly kissed his jawline as he slipped hands under his shirt.

Buck laughed loudly.
“I never was a gentle type. You’re gonna scream my name tonight.” Bucky smiled and kissed Steve deeply. Bucky’s metal hand moved into Steve’s pants while his normal one moved under Steve’s shirt.

“Go on ice, Buck!” Steve blushed a bit as he pulled away to take a deep breath. “And no, no, no. You gotta work hard to get access to my cock, pal.” He teased.

Steve pulled Bucky’s hand out of his pants. He pushed Barnes onto the bed and stood in front of him, slowly taking his T-shirt off, exposing his muscular abdomen to his boyfriend.

Bucky sighed softly and laid down comfortable, putting hands under his head. “Dance for me, hottie.” He purred and bite his lips, watching Steve.
He could already feel how uncomfortably tight his pants have became.

Steve laughed shortly and started to rock his hips, slowly unbuckling his belt. “You like it, don’t ya?” Steve asked and slowly unzipped his fly, slipping hand in his jeans to massage his cock while he was watching Bucky and his cock that was tenting in his pal’s pants.

“You know I can do that too?” Bucky smiled and removed his pants, tossing them aside. “Nah, I’m not gonna fuck around.” He said and then took off his boxers, also tossing them on the floor. Bucky sighed softly and started to stroke his already hard cock.

Steve slipped jeans down his legs, leaving his boxers on. The bulge was already visible and he couldn’t help but smirk on Bucky.

He joined Barnes in bed, starting to kiss his neck and clavicles. Then, he slowly licked his way down, straight to Bucky’s cock.

Bucky grabbed Steve by his nape.
“Hey, hey, hey. Take off those nice, white boxers or no cock for you.” Bucky smiled at Steve and shrugged. “I always can fuck your pillow as I always do when you’re gone.”

Steve froze, he raised his head and tilted it a bit.
“Excuse me, Buck? You were fucking MY pillow?!” Steve’s eyes were wide open. “Oh, you little, nasty dumbshit!”

After these words, Steve stood up and with one movement slipped his boxers down his legs.
He briefly ran hand along his shaft.
“Look what you do to me. You got me that hard within a blink of an eye.”

Bucky laughed.
“What? What am I supposed to do when you’re gone? Fuck Sam? Or buy one of those weird sex dolls with your face on them? They look really weird.”

Bucky purred and watched Steve.
“You are not the only one that is hard here.” He moved his metal hand into Steve’s hair, pulling them gently. “Now. Move down there and suck this cock.”

Steve got back onto his knees, he grabbed Bucky’s cock in his hand and pumped it few times before taking it into his mouth. He wrapped his lips around Bucky’s tip, sucking on it. Steve also purred, sending some vibrations to his boyfriend’s dick.

“Fuck… Yea, just like that. Suck this thick cock, punk.” Bucky purred and grabbed Steve’s hair to control his moves. “Suck me good and I will think about a reward for you.”

Steve started to using his hand along with his mouth to work on Bucky’s cock.
He pulled Bucky out of his mouth. Steve grinned and ran his tongue along a main vain of Bucky’s cock, Steve’s eyes were on his pal.
“You like it, don’t ya?” Steve grunted, he grabbed his own cock to stroke it.

“Sure I like it, Stevie. It feels so great but come here.” Bucky purred quietly and pulled Steve up. “Be a kind kitten and reach to our little drawer and take the lube out.” He said before kissing Steve’s chest.

Steve kissed Bucky’s lips, their tongues were dancing together.

Steve reached to drawer and pulled little, plastic bottle out, handling it to Bucky. “Here ya go, pal.” He whispered as he blushed.

“What? My little kitten is shy?” Bucky asked softly, taking some of the lube on his fingers. “I will be gently as always, so don’t ya worry.” He purred and kissed Steve again as his hand slowly moved to Steve’s ass.
“So, so tight, my kitten.” Bucky whispered pushing two fingers into Steve.

Rogers ran tongue over his dry lips and briefly rubbed his beard. He caught Bucky’s cock and started to stroke it as he kissed his jawline.
“Only for ya, pal. Mmm, I like your fingers but I rather need you cock there.”

“Fuck…” Bucky gasped and smiled at Steve. “Be patient. I don’t wanna hurt ya and that hole is a bit too tight for me yet.” He explained and kissed him deeply, moving his fingers in and out.

After a moment Bucky pulled his fingers out and put Steve on the bed, then he turned him, so Steve was on his stomach.

“You want this cock, don’t ya, kitten?” He purred against Steve’s ear before biting it gently.

“Yea, Buck. I do. Stop teasing and fuck me like ya always do, huh?” Steve crossed hands beneath his chin and sticked out his bum. “C’mon, Buck.”

“You are a very bad kitten today, punk.” He said and covered his cock in lube. “But well. When you ask so nicely… I will fuck that nice ass of yours.” Bucky whispered and pushed into Steve without any warning. “Fuck…” He whimpered. “Feels so fucking good.” Bucky growled and started to thrust harder into him.

Steve grabbed the sheets and sucked onto his lower lip.
“Yea, Buck, feels amazing!” Steve turned his head slightly to look at Bucky.

He was enjoying his every push, every second of being stretched out by his boyfriend’s cock.

“Keep going, Buck, you’re amazing.”

Bucky panted against Steve’s shoulder. “Fuck… You are so perfect, kitten. So warm, so tight, I love you so much.”

Bucky’s hips continued to move hard while his metal hand moved to jerk Steve’s cock. His other hand was tightly wrapped around Steve’s stomach.

“Shit…” Steve panted quietly, the feeling was unbearable.

When Bucky started to jerk onto his cock, Steve moaned lazily. “If you’ll keep this, I’ll cum soon.” He informed.

Bucky smiled and bite Steve’s neck hard enough to leave a mark, moving his hips even faster. “Good… Good, that’s my goal tonight.” He moaned and nuzzled to Steve’s back, kissing him there softly.

Bucky started to stroke Steve’s cock even faster, squeezing it hard from time to time.

“Jesus, yes, just like this, shit!” Steve turned into a moaning mess beneath Bucky. “I want you to cum on my face, pal.” He asked, squeezing sheets tightly as he felt that his cock started throbbing in Bucky’s hand.

“Be a good kitten and cum for your pal. Then we will see if you deserved this.” Bucky muttered pushing into Steve harder few times, playing with his tip.
“Such a good, little kitten. Fucking cum for me.” He growled nuzzling to Steve’s neck.

Steve also put his hand onto his dick and jerked it hardly. The precum started pouring down his shaft and he let a loud sigh. Then he let Bucky finish working on his dick and he cum, moaning Bucky’s name over and over again.

Bucky shivered as he felt Steve’s cum on his hand. “Such a good boy.” He moved his hand to Steve’s mouth. “Come on. Suck these fingers, kitten.”
Bucky said and continued to move his hips. “Fuck… Stevie. I am close. So close.”
Bucky moaned.

Steve grabbed Bucky’s hand and started to lick his fingers clean from his own seed. “I love these metal fingers of yours. And when your cock is stretching my asshole.” He grunted.

Bucky only smiled and then wrapped his metal hand around Steve’s throat. “Fuck… I love you so much, Steve.”

Bucky moaned Steve’s name when his hips stuttered, he quickly pulled out. “Come here, kitten.” He said and started to stroke his own shaft. “Let’s paint this pretty face.”

Steve got up and got off the bed, he knelt down in front of Bucky, his eyes on his boyfriend as he was slowly pumping hand over his own length.

Steve smirked rudely and sticked his tongue out, waiting at Bucky’s release to approach.

Bucky growled loudly as his climax hit him.
Strings of thick, whitey cum shot on Steve’s face.
“Fuck… Fuck…” Bucky gasped and looked at Steve with a smile. “You look so cute like this, kitten.”

Steve grabbed his boyfriend’s cock jerking it few times to make sure nothing has left. He licked Bucky’s cock clean and then swirl tongue over his mouth to lick Bucky’s cum. “You taste amazing, pal.”

He smiled.
“Pineapples help!” Bucky winked and pulled Steve on his laps. “You know what I am thinking now?”

“What?” Steve sighed and kissed Bucky’s jawline.

“Right now… I think of how hard I’ll be fucking your pillow when you will be gone.” Bucky said and laughed.

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The Assistant || Steve Rogers x Reader smut

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Summary: You’re an assistant of Tony Stark and you happen to have a crush on Steve Rogers. One evening, when Steve asks you to prepare some documents for him, you’re more than happy to do this. And after you bring files to him, your relationship goes onto another level.

Warnings: Smut

Words: 2175

Author: Rouge

A/N: this smutty oneshot was written for @bloggingfromherbed and her writing challenge. My prompt was: “impressive collection you got there.”

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The night rolled over bringing a threat of a storm. Light was covered by the rapidly falling night. The bright blue sky transformed into an ocean of blackness. Shimmering stars illuminated the moonless, jet black sky, as if to remind us that even in darkness there is still light. The air was still and heavy, thick clouds covered half sky.

You were walking down the street, tightly wrapping your coat around yourself. Night was pretty cold and because of your tiredness, you were feeling the coldness twice as hard than normally.

Being an assistant of Tony Stark himself was a hard task to deal with.
There were days the tiredness was coming in both forms, physical and mental. Your body needed to rest yet your mind needed it to move, to burn the anxiety right out.
But at the same time, you were truly happy. You had an unique occasion to meet all the world’s mightiest heroes. Including HIM…

The single though of Steve Rogers made your heart skipped a beat and you couldn’t help but smile. Yes. He was owning your mind and heart, yet he didn’t know about this little fact.

But this was the night when everything was about to change.
Few days before, Steve asked you to prepare some documents for him. Obviously, you had agreed on this idea. And then, in that stormy, cold night, you were heading to Avengers Tower to meet with the man of your dreams.

Your arrival had not escaped the attention of rest of the team.

“Y/N! What are ya doing here, it’s after your working hours,” Tony said as he opened the door after your knocking.

You nodded politely trying to hide the blush that started to appearing on your cheeks.
“Yes, I know, Mr Stark but…”

“She’s my guest. Let her in.”
Tony turned around in disbelief when he heard deep voice behind his back. It was no one else but Steve, tall man was leaning casually against the nearest wall, little smile appeared on his lips as his eyes met yours.

You blushed even harder, turning your head in attempt to hide the redness on your cheeks.

Tony rolled his eyes but he stepped aside, making the space for you to enter. So you did, taking the coat off and hanging it onto a hanger in the corridor.

Steve threw a mean glare at Tony before he approached you.
“So, follow me, Y/N,” he said softly smirking at you.

You nodded, you turned around to thank Tony once again, then you followed Steve at the upper floor.

Rogers took you straight at his floor.
What got your attention were pictures that were hanging at walls along the corridor. On all of them, Steve was with Bucky Barnes. You couldn’t stop yourself from grinning while looking at them.
“Impressive collection you got there.” you admitted warmly. “I know you and Buck are close even now but I wasn’t expecting all these photographs…” You looked at Steve as you stopped in front of the picture on which both Steve and Bucky were wearing uniforms, they looked pretty young, both were smiling straight to the camera.

Steve stand next to you, sighing.
“It was when we believed that we can change fate of the world,” he explained shortly.

You blinked as you looked at him.
“And look. You did!”

Steve giggled as he grabbed you by your hand.
“Okay, you have right. But now, c’mon,” he looked you in the eye and led you to his room.

You couldn’t shake the feeling that your legs were getting weaker and weaker with every touch of his.

As you both got to his chamber, you opened your eyes widely.
The walls were cream, but not like the stuff you pour in the coffee, there was a hue of beach sand there. The floor was a dark walnut but not the laminate. Everything was functional. The mantle was where he put his keys and garage door opener. On the coffee table was a wrench set and a new set of wheels for a longboard. Under the small eating table was a pack of beer. He got few more photos of him and Bucky and team on the walls. Bed was not too big, looking like a snow drift, so white and feathery and high was it; one window curtained with a square of starched white cotton cloth.

He turned, smiling shyly, not a look you’ve seen on his face before. You couldn’t help but smile back. “I don’t bring people back here often…” Steve almost whispered.

You smiled at him, looking around. It was nice there and you felt pretty comfortable.

“Please, take a sit!” He offered as he smiled at you and you slowly took a place at the edge of his bed, thanking him quietly.
You opened your bag and pulled a red folder out of it.
“Here, I’ve prepared everything you’ve been asking for,” you said calmly, handing him the documents.

Steve nodded as he took it into his hand, he went to sit at the table where he opened the folder to roam through papers.
“You’re awesome, y’know?” He asked, his steel blue eyes met your again as he looked at you above the documents. “I don’t know how can I repay you.”

“Oh, it’s nothing actually!” You waved your hand with a soft smirk. “It’s my job.”

He closed the folder and left it at the table. He got up and within a second was standing in front of you, towering over you and you only let out a quiet whimper, your eyes measuring his figure from the bottom to the top. You also got up to reduce the distance between both of you.

You parted your lips in an attend to say something but Steve was faster. He leaned down to you, cupping your face with his large hands and crushing his rough lips on yours.
The only thing you could do by then was to hum softly into the kiss. You dared to put your hands on his hips as you gave the kiss back.

Within a second you pulled away, turning your head aside.
“Steven… It’s inappropriate…” You mumbled quietly but deep inside you cursed your own behavior.
The truth was you were craving him since the day you met him for the first time.

“Shhh,” Steve hushed, brushing his thumb against your cheek. “It’s okay. I fell for you long months ago. I crave you as hell.”

His sincere confession made you heart exploded with an unknown emotions; happiness were intertwined with distress, love with desire.
It was when you stopped hesitating and last pieces of your uncertainty have vanished.

Steve wrapped his muscular arms around your waist, pulling you closer as he was kissing you passionately.

You stood right in front of him. Your nipples got hard. You reached down and grabbed his cock through his pants,  jerking it. You softly kissed his lips. You were right in his face, jerking him off, in his pants.
Steve let out a deep grunt, his mouth were parted as he was looking down at you.
“Mmmm, you already drive me crazy, Y/N,” Steve admitted, running his tongue over his dry lips.

You looked down at his cock, in his pants, and noticed it was quickly getting bigger.
“ I’ll take good care of it for you.” You whispered softly as you jerked him faster, licking your luscious  lips at him.
Steve just barely groaned, squeezing your hips hardly, making sure to leave marks there.

“Oh, thank you baby. I won’t punch you… unless you like the rough stuff. No, I have something fun in mind… And it will definitely make you feel real nice baby. She smiled at him and patted bed beside you.
"Come here, handsome.” You said in your sexiest voice, blowing him a kiss.

Steve smiled as he unbuttoned his shirt, taking it off and tossing it aside. He took place by your side and brushed his hand over your thigh, you moaned quietly.

Steve’s cock was hard and tenting his pants. You good knew it was bigger than any other you’ve seen before, so you felt like your pussy got wetter.

Steve’s hand moved up your thigh, making its way under pencil skirt you were wearing and you sighed softly in anticipation for what was about to come.

You slowly unbuttoned your shirt, exposing your black, lacy bra to him.
His hand moved to your back where he undid it, pulling straps down your arms, completely taking off the bra.

You moaned loudly as he closed his mouth on your hard nipple, swirling his tongue around it, his eyes on you as you slowly laid your back down on the mattress. Steve turned you a bit to unzip your skirt, then he simply tugged it down your legs, he did same with your lacy panties.
Meantime, Steve unzipped his pants and pulled out his hard cock.

You looked over his impressive cock and smiled. You reached over and stroked him.
Steve moaned loudly. You saw his precum leaking out of his cock and you rubbed it with your thumb.
"Mmm, I already love this cock of yours, Steven. Have you jerked it while you thought about me?” You asked openly, a wry smile on your lips as you were still stroking Steve’s thick cock, while he was slowly rubbing your soaking wet pussy.

“Yes, I did actually, Y/N.” Steve said, smirking at you.

You blushed even harder. You couldn’t believe that he, Captain America himself, was doing such a things to himself while thinking of you. But it made you feel special. It meant that he was really into you…

"I wanna suck this cock in a minute, though.”
You whispered as your hand traveled to his on your pussy. You pressed his hand more to your folds, moaning quietly as Steve got the reference, slipping his two fingers inside of your wet pussy.
“Shit… Yes, just like this…” You whispered softly, your eyes on his.

After a while, when he pulled his fingers out of you, you hummed sadly at the emptiness but moved up a bit, pushing him onto his bed. You tugged his jeans off and leaned down, licking a trail from his muscular chest down to his cock. You sucked him deep and fast, jerking his thick shaft, moaning around his cock.
You looked up at Steve and smiled around his thick cock as you noticed how relaxed he was; eyes shut, mouth half opened, little blush on his bearded cheeks.
You sucked him faster, massaging his balls. Your mouth suctioned up on his shaft, popping his head out of your mouth and immediately sucking it back in.

Steve groaned and held your head as he bucked his hips into your mouth. Youdeep-throated his cock and Rogers grunted loudly. He shot his load in your mouth and you sucked down every drop, moaning loudly as you did.
“Shit, Y/N…” Steve grunted loudly, licking his lips as he was looking down at you.

You slowly straddled his lap, Steve grabbed his again hard cock and ran the tip along your folds before pushing it in.
You moaned his name and started to slowly riding him.Steve’s hands were placed on your hips, he squeezed them tightly, moaning your name, his eyes were on your face as he bucked his hips into you slowly.
“Yes, just like this… You look beautiful on top of me, y’know?” Steve grunted, brushing his hands over your curves.

You nodded, increasing your pace, you let him squeeze your breasts tightly.

“If you’ll keep this pace, I’m gonna cum quickly…” Steve gasped, rocking his hips into you. He was slipping his shaft deeply in your pussy and you rolled head back.

“I’m gonna cum too, Steve!” You moaned his name and bucked your hips harder, moving them back and forth. When you felt how your pussy clenched around his thick cock, you screamed his name in pure bliss, triggering his release at the same time.

Steve growled loudly, he spanked your butt as his hips stuttered, he shot his load deep into your pussy, filling you up completely.

You laid on top of his chest, gasping for air. Steve was stroking over your curves, praising you with the most sublime words you could ever hear.

You were standing in front of the building, your coat wrapped tightly around your figure.
Steve was standing next to you, having his muscular arm wrapped around your waist.

“Thank you for this evening,” he whispered softly, brushing his bearded cheek against your neck.

You smirked at him, caressing his nape.
“It was all my pleasure.”

Steve kissed you deeply and you hummed.

After that, you turned around and walked slowly down the street, feeling his eyes on you until you  turned around the corner of another building.
You were truly happy. You felt the bright future was ahead of you.

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SHOPPING DISASTER || Bucky Barnes x Reader x Steve Rogers

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SUMMARY: You’re at the mall with Bucky and Steve. Bucky, who’s your boyfriend, has to find new suit for an upcoming party in Avengers Tower. Unfortunately, Bucky is opposite to this idea, manifesting his dissatisfaction in every possible way. The shopping quickly turns into a real disaster.

A/N: Siemanko! ♡  I’ve written this story for Colorful Writing Challenge made by @thepaperpanda I love you, guys! And I hope you’ll enjoy this one shot.

WORDS: 1350

“NO, NO, NO!” Bucky shook his head growling angrily. “I WON’T TRY IT ON. DON’T COUNT ON THIS.”

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“My dog ate your christmas present”  || Bucky Barnes x reader drabble

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Words: 774

Warnings: none

SUMMARY: Bucky’s dog ate the present for reader. Bucky had to invent something ad hoc.

Author: Beast.

A/N: Drabble written for @caplansteverogers writing challenge.
I hope you don’t mind me changing the character I was supposed to write about.

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Shit, shit, shit!”
Bucky was running over his room looking for something, when Steve stepped in.

„Hey, pal, what’s up?” Captain asked.

Bucky only waved his hand slightly. 
“I have a problem here…” James laughed nervously. “I mean, just look at this mess”  he pointed at the corner.

Steve frowned but looked at the direction his pal has pointed.

He noticed Bucky’s dog. The animal was laying on the floor eating a colorful decorative gift paper.

“Is this…?” Rogers gave Bucky a look.
“Yes. It it.” Bucky sat on the bed slipping hands in his hair. “What I’ll do now?” man wailed loudly. “This one time I thought it’ll be nice. That I’ll make HER happy. It’s Christmas time… And again I failed.”

“Hey, hey!” Steve took a seat next to his friend and wrapped arm around him. “Hush, bud, don’t worry. We still have time. We can make it up.”

“How?” Bucky spreaded his arms in a gesture of helplessness. “We have only an hour to Christmas Eve. I won’t find anything proper for her now.”

Steve sighed.
“So maybe just tell her the truth? She’s gonna understand I bet.”

Bucky looked at his dog.
“Boof!” animal barked happily waving its tail.
“Hey, you. Yes, you! I wouldn’t be so happy if I’d be on your place, mate! Hey, I’m talking to you!” Bucky snarled deeply rolling his eyes while dog got up and rushed briskly to his owner. German shepherd sat in front of the bed and put its head on Bucky’s laps.

“C’mon, Champo!” Bucky sighed, but finally he ruffled dog’s fur. “Who was a bad boy?”
Dog looked at man with his huge eyes.

“Haha, just look at him, Bucky!” Steve smirked and also pated dog’s head. “Can those eyes lie?”

Bucky cocked his brows looking at Steve.
“Eh. Only this time! Bad boy! Bad doggo!”

Champo wagged his tail happily and barked again.

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When gifts were given, Bucky still had his eyes on you.

“Hey! Does everyone have a gift?!” Tony yelled loudly outshouting others. He briefly looked at you and frowned a bit. “Hey! Bucky! You were responsible for dispensation of presents! Where is the one for Y/N?!”

Bucky blushed slightly and desperately glanced at Steve, who only gave him a nod.

You blinked when Bucky approched you.
“Y/N, let me explain…” he stuttered a bit.

You lowered your head shrugging.
“It’s okay, Bucky. I know you had a lot on your shoulders lately. I’m not mad at all. It’s okay.”

He slipped his metal palm under your chin and forced you to pick your head up and to look into his eyes.
“It’s not like that, Y/N. I didn’t forget.”
Bucky took your face into his hands. “My dog ate your Christmas present.”

You blinked few times.
“E… Excuse me?” you enquired.
“Just what you’ve heard” Bucky mumbled quietly. “I left it on my bed. When I came back I found him eating your present.”

You slowly put your hand up covering your mouth.

“Y/N, everything’s alright?” man narrowed his brows.

You bursted into laugh.
“Oh, God! Bucky!”

As confused as he was at that moment, Bucky tilted his head slightly.
“Have I done something wrong?”

“No! Of course not!” you giggled happily. “I just thought you forgot!”

Bucky blushed once again ruffling his hair.
“I haven’t. This time it was just an unfortunate coincidence.”

You smiled at him brightly stroking his cheek.
“My lovely unlucky fellow” you chuckled gaily.

Bucky looked at the rest of Avengers over his shoulder.
They were sitting at the long table, drinking and eating and enjoying their presence in that special time of the year.
Bucky looked you deep in the eye, then he wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you closer to him

“B.. Bucky? What are you doing?” you asked nervously looking around. “Someone can spot us!”
“I. Don’t. Care” he smiled widely at you, then he leant down and kissed you deeply.

“Woooaaah!” Tony rose from his seat, he was glancing at you two. “Can you see this, guys!? Barnes has girlfriend!” he clapped his hands eagerly.
The rest of the team was cheering loudly and cheerfully, whistling.

Bucky broke the kiss and pressed his rough lips to your nose.
“Taking I don’t have any reserve present for ya, so here I am. I’m gonna be your Christmas gift” man whispered into your ear.

You felt like your cheeks were blushing fastly, so you nodded.
“Yes, please!” you nuzzled to him purring softly.

Rest of the Christmas dinner went quietly in a wonderful atmosphere.You and Bucky didn’t have to hide anymore. Now you were a real couple.

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Be my autumnal muse  ||  Steve Rogers x Reader one shot

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Words: 1388

Warnings:

none at all, just pure fluff 🙂

SUMMARY:

Reader and Steve Rogers are on a walk, observing the color palette of
nature. At the end, Steve confesses, that he’s into Reader and asks her to be
his muse.

Author:

Rouge

A/N: This
story has been written for the writing challenge created by @fanlove-fandomlife

You stared at the leaves falling from the trees. It was quite
breathtaking, at the most. Utterly beautiful. First a green leaf, then shortly
afterwards a yellow leaf stained with bits of orange and green. They hit the
ground lightly, making no sound effects. You could stay there all day,
observing the utmost gorgeous pattern of the leaves dying off of the trees.

“Steve!”
you turned around.

Steve was sitting on the bench under huge, old willow, he was drawing in his
sketchbook.

“Yes, Y/N? What’s up?” he asked lazily, not taking his eyes from the
sketch he was making.

You rolled your eyes and walked to him slowly, still looking around with
admiration.

“Instead of drawing, you should take a look around, dear!” you
giggled happily, taking a seat next to him and putting your head onto his
shoulder. “Just look! Down they come like multicoloured rain. Golds, reds
and browns. They are a myriad of shapes and sizes, these leaves that clothed
the trees. Now they are discarded like last seasons fashions and left to become
part of the soil. But before that happens they make the most splendid mosaic
that is unique in all the world. And yet we’re here to witness it in this
moment, it’s so precious!” you were talking about leaves and colors like
it would be the last thing you’ll ever see.

Steve had made some more lines, before he closed his sketchbook.
He gave you a look and ruffled your bangs.

“Y/N, you’re too exaggerated sometimes.”

You frowned softly, pulling away from him.
“Why are you saying so?”

Blonde man pecked your lips.
“You put too much attention in such a fleeting stuff. You should focus on
more important things, Y/N.”

You rolled your eyes theatrically.
“Says the man, who could spend whole day by drawing” you cocked your
brew. “Steve, please. Stop being so stubborn and serious! Just live with a
moment!” you quickly got up from the bench and you grabbed him by his
sleeve. “C’mon! Let’s take a walk! You were drawing for last half an hour!
”

Reluctantly, Steve followed you, getting up and closing his sketchbook. Man
slipped it under his arm.

You grabbed his hand and pulled him down the alley.

Holding his palm, you were walking slowly by his side, looking around and
breathing with fresh, chill air.

“I’ve read the poems from before the war. They tell of trees changing
color, pumpkins and thanksgiving. It must have been nice back then. It sounds
like a cosy life” you broke the silence between you two.

Steve’s face changed within second.
He became so pensive, kind of a little smirk appeared in the corner of his full
lips.

“Yes. It was a cosy life..” he mumbled, but his voice was nothing more
then a whisper.

You gave his hand a firm squeeze.
“So now you should understand, what I find so interesting in observing the
nature. It’s so relaxing to me, letting all bad emotions disappear” you
explained shortly.

Steve only nodded, still overwhelmed by his memories.

You both continued your walk through the park.

Red, orange and yellow, in various different shades. All of them floating
gracefully on the soft breeze. It was as if a friendly hand was gently lowering
them to the ground. Whispers between these leaves filled the air, whispers and
mutters. The air was cool and crisp, like a refreshing drink of cool water
after hours in a desert. The breeze fluttered around, gently caressing
everything it touched with fingers that had been a comfort to so many over
their long, lonely years.
You were absorbing everything. The nature was simply breathtaking in her color
palette.
With a corner of your eye you’ve noticed, that Steve also was delighted by
variegation of the world.

Finally, you and Steve reached a small lake and it was where the alley has
ended.
A deep sense of serenity overcame both of you as you stared in rapture at the
expanse of blue that lay before you. Rays of lights danced delicately across
the water, birthed from the afternoon sun that both limited your sight and made
the view all the more beautiful.

Steve smiled gently, looking at you.
“Would you mind me, if I would ask you for something now?” he
inquired.

You eyed him carefully, not being sure, what has he wanted from you.
“Yes, I suppose…” you answered.

“Can I ask you to pose for me, Y/N?” the smile was still on his lips
and his cheeks blushed a bit.

You felt a heat on your cheeks within a second, so you turned your head to
watch the lake.
“I wouldn’t mind…” you whispered softly, trying to calm yourself
down.

You were sitting at the large rock on the shore of the lake patiently, waiting
for Steve to end his masterpiece. 


“Can you turn your head a bit? Oh yes. Just like that.”

Steve was sitting on the ground, leaning his back against a tree trunk. He was
putting all the effort into his drawing.

“Have I ever told you, how much I adore your facial features, Y/N?”
Steve’s voice was soft like never before.

“Hihi, no, you haven’t” you giggled happily, covering your mouth with
a palm.

“Hey! Don’t move, Y/N! The lightning!” Steve chuckled tenderly, then
once again he focused on the draw.

“Yes, yes, sorry, my bad” you sent him a warm smile.

You were observing with a smile, how few little leaves fell down onto Steve’s
head. You couldn’t help and let out a short laughter.
“You look like a prince in the crown.”

Steve raised his chin a bit and narrowed his brows, then he reached to his hair
and his face has brighten up.
“Haha, very funny, Y/N!”

After some time, Steve rose from the ground and flicked his jeans from sand.

“Done. Wanna see?” he reached his sketchbook towards you.

Gladly, you got up from your place and approached blonde man. You took the
sketchbook into your hands and looked at the drawing he recently has made.

“Oh Gosh..” you mumbled. “It’s.. It’s beautiful, Steve!
But…”

You took a careful look at the drawing again and your heart stopped for a
second.

You were on the foreground, the lake was a background. He has drew you so
smoothly, emphasizing every attribute of your beauty.

In the left lower corner of the page you found a little dedication, which took
your breath away.

For my beloved Y/N. You’ve always been in my mind. With love, Steven

You’ve swallowed slowly, before you look into his eyes.
“Why you didn’t tell me earlier?” you asked quietly.

But Steve only took his sketchbook from your hands amd closed it, then he leant
down to you and he placed a lovingly kiss to your soft lips.

You were too shocked to protest and the truth was you either didn’t want to
protest…

You gave the kiss back, automatically pulling closer to his chest.

“How long?”
“Since the day I’ve met you, Y/N” Steve said sincerely, looking you
straight in the eyes. “As you can see, it took me so long to find a
courage.”

You nuzzled to his chest, feeling incredibly safe there.

“The most important, that you’ve finally found it so you could be honest
with me” you reached his jawline and stroked over his cheek.

“So.. In the light of new circumstances.. Would you go with me for a
date?” his cheeks were blushing hardly.

You nodded slightly.
“With a pleasure.”

You saw a little sparks of happiness into his beautiful blue eyes.

Your hand found his palm and you tangled your fingers with his.
“Let’s go back home, Mr Rogers the Artist” you chuckled.

He smirked on you, nodding, then Steve raised his chin to look at the autumnal
sunset, which was building on the horizon. Man squeezed your palm tightly, and
after that he let your hand free to wrap both his strong arms around you.
You hugged to him as closely as you could. You felt, how he has rested his chin
on the top of your head. He took a deep breath.
“I want this moment to last forever.”

You moved closer so that he felt your presence, yet stayed quiet, allowing him
to stay lost in the moment a while longer.

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Don’t Let Go || Part I

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Words:

1118

Warnings: none

SUMMARY:

You’re being saved from
death by Captain America himself. Is this a beginning of a serious
relationship?

Author: Ailo

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Cold. Everything is cold, and glow in a weird light.

You feel hands on your back, warmth seeping out from them and right into your shirt.

“Hang on.”

You can’t make out the last words, everything is a blur and your head, your head hurts like that one morning after you drank yourself under the table. Your whole body is shaken by shivers, you can’t seem to be able to stop shivering, even when you try to take deep breaths to settle your shoulders.

So cold…

You’re being lifted up. You know because your vision suddenly swarms, and you feel nauseous.
“Stop that…” you say weekly to the one responsible for your sudden unwelcome state.

You’re resting against something hard, bulky, warm, that beats in rhythm… You realize you’re being carried bride-style, the person’s arms you were in on your back and under your knees.
You snuggle into the warmth, burrowing your face and the cold tip of your nose in the person’s neck. The one carrying you takes a sudden breath, heart-beat accelerating slightly against your side for a moment before returning back to its normal, steady beating.
You don’t speak. Neither does the other, who just walks. Walks where exactly ? You can’t recall a destination being set, just being picked up and carried away.. and not in Disney princess style, as you can’t seem to be able to muster enough strength to open your tired eyes.

Somewhere along the way, the other’s body heat having warmed you up during the walk, you fall asleep, gripping the person’s shirt tightly into your hands, like a man at sea would a life line.
And you fall, fall slowly into slumber, the steady beating of the heart acting like a lullaby, the steady and regular pace of the other rocking you to sleep.

And then everything turns to hell.
You’re being put down to rest against a tree, the sound of gunshots ringing in your head.
“Don’t worry” says a voice. You open your eyes, trying to get a glance of the person who you know has been taking care of you.
“Everything is going to be all right… I’ll come find you after I get them off of our backs…”
You can’t even nod, can’t even voice your acknowledgment to the person. You try harder to get your sight to focus and put a face on the voice.
A man. That you can make out of the blur. The voice is that of a man. Yellow… a blond, then. His hair are disheveled… And then, out of nowhere, two blue orbs pop out. A blond with blue eyes then. A pretty shade of blue, at that, the color not cold but warm and making you want to trust those eyes… A smile, trying to hide the worry and the marks of fatigue on the man’s face.

“I promise I’ll be back soon.”

And then, nothing. He disappears from your vision. You can see the grey sky, heavy clouds announcing rain… It’s pretty, standing against the luscious green of the trees around you… Gunshots again. Yells. The sound of hand to hand combat. Bullets resonating against something metallic…

You hope your blue eyed savior is alright.

The gunshots stop.

You start counting… 1 Mississippi, 2 Mississippi, 3 Mississippi… You lose count after 13, when the first drops of rain fall down onto your face.

Suddenly he is here again. Takes you back into his arms.
“Miss me ?” he asks jokingly. “We’ll be safe soon.”

You don’t care. Now you know you’ll be alright. You close your eyes, let out a content sigh and bury your nose in the man’s neck once more, drifting back to sleep, only this time completely letting go…

You hear a door opening and closing seconds later. You feel good… you’re on something soft… a mattress… You’re warm again, your head doesn’t hurt as much as before…

There is a weight on your right hand.

You open your eyes slowly, letting them adjust to the sunlight peaking through the curtains…
You are faced by a wall. A white one.

A hospital then.

You turn your gaze to the right.
The blond man is here, hands over your smaller one, head resting upon his arms.

Has he been here since you were brought in?

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He looks cute, with his hair still a mess. You move your left hand you put it in his hair. He wakes up, startled by the contact. Now that you can see his face, all disoriented from waking up, you decide he is even cuter. No… handsome is more the appropriate word. He his handsome.

“Hi.”

“Hello.”

You smile.
He takes both your hands in his larger ones, gripping them tightly.

“How are you?” he asks, looking you straight into the eyes.
“Better than before. Thank you for saving me..”

God, how cheesy you must sound.

Even to you it sounds like a line from the romantic comedies you used to watch with your friends in high-school.
You’re cut in your train of thought, when you notice him blushing.

“What about you? How are you?”
“Fine.” he says, shrugging.
“Did you eat?”
“Yes, I had the nurse bring me a tray earlier…”
“Why didn’t you leave?” you frown a bit.
“Sorry?” he looks taken-aback.
“Why are you still here?” you ask again.

You mentally hit yourself for your choice of words as soon as you see his expression change, he now looks lost, like a puppy who had just been kicked by its owner.

“I can leave if…” he tries to rise from his seat, hesitating.
“I didn’t mean it like that, I just… I don’t understand why you’d choose to stay here while we don’t know each other.”

Fuck, you cursed in your thoughts. You are kinda pitiless to him now. And that man has saved your life..

He stiffens.
“I… I don’t know… you just… I wanted to make sure…”
“It’s alright.” You say softly, getting one your hands out from his grasp. You slowly put it on his cheek.
“Thank you.”

It’s his turn to smile now. And that smile is the cutest thing you’ve ever seen.

From the moment, I first saw you, knew my heart could not be free, man’s heart skips a beat, when those thoughts forms deep in his mind as he observes you carefully with his blue eyes. I couldn’t left you there to die.

He remains silent however for a second.

“I’ve never asked you for your name..” blonde man esquires.

“Y/N” you say simply. “And does my savior has a name though?” you ask quietly, breaking the silence.

“Of course” he scoffs, blue eyes lighting up his face. “Steve. Steve Rogers.”

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Stutter || Loki x Steve Rogers one shot

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Words: 740

Warnings: none

SUMMARY: Loki sits in a glass
cell. Steve Rogers tries to understand Loki’s motivations, but the God of
Mischief has other plans towards Captain.

Authors: Rouge and Cass

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Steve looked around as he entered the rather big
room with a cage made of glass on the middle.
At first he shot his blue eyes closed because of a bright light filling the
room.

Loki smiled awfully. “Captain Rogers. Welcome
into my little glass prison. What have I done to deserve such a GREAT honor?”
black haired man said looking at Steve with soft frown.

Steve swallowed hardly, but he did his best to
remain calm.
“I came to ask who exactly do you think you are? Who gave you a right to
just come here and start a fight? What do you want?”

“Me? I’m Loki,
the God of Mischief, and you? Who exactly do you think you are to fight against
God? Just a man dressed in a flag. Funny” Loki muttered.

Steve blinked
and he rushed his steps in the direction of the glass.

“Listen to me
now, Loki. I don’t know you, but I know you’re trying to make a mess here, and
forgive me, but it’s not gonna happen. At least not when I’m here. I’m
responsible for those people” Steve clenched his teeth and leant his forearm
against the cold surface.

Loki only
laughed and walked closer to the glass. “Too bad that one of you already is
under my control. Watch out, Captain, or you will start to stutter because of
your huge anger.”  

Steve
automatically frowned, observing every single move of the black haired man.
“Are you threatening me?” blonde man asked strongly.

Loki shrugged
with small, mischievous smile on his lips. “No.. No, no, of course no… How could I try to threaten such a…. Great and brave man like you.” Man
said and snapped his fingers. “I’m only… warning you Captain.”

Steve hit the glass with fist.

“Tell me, what the hell you want!”

“I wanna rule this world! You, humans, are so
pathetic… so fragile, so naive. You were made to be ruled, to be slaves!” Loki
growled softly, smile has never left his lips.

Steve wanted to raise his voice, but suddenly he
started to choke. After few moments he managed to calm his breath down. But
when he was about to say a thing, he found another obstacle.

“I…. I… I wi.. wi.. will never le… le.. let you
t… t.. to do thi.. i.. this!”

Loki laughed softly.

“You see? I told you, Captain, be careful with
your voice and anger.”
Man walked to glass even closer and looked at Steve carefully, raising his
eyebrow.

“Protector of Midgard have problems with his
speech? Or maybe it’s something from your previous life, huh, Mr Captain?”

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Steve grunted few times.

“I.. I… W.. w… w… what have y… y… you done to..
to me?!” Captain took a step back, looking around in a panic, he didn’t know
what was happening.

Loki turned around and simply walked away from
glass.
God slowly sat on a ground and watched panicked man, he had to admit this was
so much fun to him.
“Me? How could I do anything? I’m closed in this glass cage, which were built
for your green monster-friend. I did nothing.”

Steve choked even more.

“Loki! S…. S.. Stop it n.. Now!” Steve growled.

Suddenly, another person came into the room. It
was no one else but Thor.

“Loki. Stop it now” he raised his voice, looking
straight at his brother.

Loki blinked.

“Oh! And here he is, my dear brother.”

Man got up and looked at his ‘older brother.
“Hello brother. I haven’t seen you in a while.”
Black haired man only smiled and looked at Steve. “Oh brother,I didn’t do
anything bad” He shrugged.

Thor smirked wryly.

“Loki. I won’t repeat twice.”

Tall man was crumpling Mjolnir in his hands.
“Give him his voice back. Now” Thor pointed at Steve.

Loki frowned softly and snapped his fingers
again. He rolled his eyes. “You know how to spoil my fun time, brother.”

When within few seconds Steve was able to talk
normally again, he shook Thor’s hand.

“Thanks” Captain coughed a bit. “I was afraid I
won’t be able to talk without stutter ever again” man laughed nervously.

Then he looked at Loki.

“And you…” he snapped. “We will see if you’re
gonna be so brave if nothing will be separating us from each other.”

"I will be brave when you will start to s…
s… s-stutter again, Mr Captain” Loki smiled at Steve meanly.

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