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.

*********

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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Who’s in Charge Here?|| Steve Rogers x Reader Smut

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Summary: You’re new to Avengers but unfortunately, you don’t get well with Captain Rogers, so by every occasion, you’re mean to him and disobey his commands. It’s like this until that one specific night when Steve shows who is in charge at the Tower.  

Warnings: Smut, Language, Unprotected Sex, Oral Sex (male receiving)

Words: 3456

Request by: @themine-ismine

Authors: Rouge & Cass

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This was to have been another boring day.

You got up earlier than ever before, with attend to train a bit before shower.

You did as you planned. Then, you changed clothes for something more casual yet elegant, and you were ready to get downstairs for a breakfast.

Living in Avengers Tower wasn’t easy for you, as a new member. You had a lot to learn in a short period of time, and everyone was expecting a lot from you. But you gritted the teeth and tried to hold on.

Steve frowned as soon as he spotted you in the dining room. He was wearing sweatpants and a simple t-shirt that was emphasizing his well-built torso.
“You know this is not a fashion show, kid,” he said, eyeing you from head to toe as he crossed arms on his chest.

Steve expected a lot from you, he wanted you to keep up with the team. For him, you were just a kid among adults, so he tried his best to temper your stubbornness, and to improve your skills.

A roll of your eyes had to be enough as the answer for him. “Whatever. I wanna feel comfortable,” you shrugged as you took a sip of your tea. “Have ya seen Banner? He asked me for help in the laboratory,” you explained shortly, focusing on a bread that you were cutting.

“Yes, I met him today and he doesn’t need you anymore. I took care of this. You will spend the day with me and Bucky at the gym. You need to improve yourself if you want to stay here,” Steve told you and he started to make himself a coffee. “And better change clothes. I don’t wanna see you in those during the training. Do you understand?”

You cocked your brow, being already exhausted by his words.
“What’s wrong with them? I won’t change anything only because you want me to, Mr Cap-Know-It-All-Rogers,” you snorted, taking a bite of your sandwich. “I don’t wanna train. I did after waking up, I don’t think another round is necessary.”

You aren’t the one that decides here. You want to keep up with the team, so you have to work on this. If you won’t, you will be kicked out,“ he warned as he rolled his eyes.
"So better cooperate or go pack your stuff now because we’re not gonna keep you in here when you get tired after a five-minute run,” he summed up and walked past you.
“Better warm up before training. I won’t go easy on you,” Steve added before leaving dining room.

You stopped chewing the sandwich and simply threw rest of it on the plate.
“What an asshole,” you mumbled to yourself as you quickly finished your tea.

You got back to your room.
After quick look into your closet, you decided to put black leggins and grey tank top on.
Then you headed downstairs, straight to the gym.

As you were waiting for Captain to show up, you started doing some push-ups.

“Hey, kid! Don’t overwork yourself!” Bucky laughed happily, and smiling at you, he quickly decided to join you in doing push-ups.
“What are you doing here, Y/N?” He asked, looking at you briefly, then he used his metal hand to do some one hand push-ups.

You only smirked.
“Stop showing off your strength, Barnes!”

When you finished another push-ups round, you sat on the mattress, taking deep breaths.

You also decided to explain the situation to Bucky.
“Our beloved, infallible Captain has ordered me to come to the gym, so here I am,” you shrugged.

Bucky sat next to you and giggled.
“Don’t worry, it’s only Steve,” he shrugged.

“I must say, I am impressed,” Steve said as he just entered the gym and looked at you and Bucky. “Finally you did what I asked you about. Now! Butts up, both of you. Buck, you can do what you want, and Y/N, you’re gonna train with me.”

Bucky smiled and pet your shoulder.
“I wish you luck, kid.”

Steve smirked at you.
“Ready?”

You got up lazily.
“No. I would rather do this with our super assassin than with you.”
Your reply was full of malice but you didn’t care.

You crossed arms on your chest, glaring up at Steve.
“So?”

“What do you mean by ‘so’? Come on, little bunny, attack me,” he smiled at you.
“Unless you are scared of me,” Steve mocked only to motivate you.

As lazily as you could you approached him and punched his arm. “Here ya go, fear me,” you murmured.

Steve raised his eyebrow, looking at you.
“Seriously, kid?”

He then grabbed back of your neck and quickly knock you down. Steve pressed his knee to your back.
“That was so easy that it’s funny. Comfortable, kid?” He asked sarcastically, smiling at you. “Do you realize it’s not some kind of a game, don’t you?”

You hissed, the sharp pain ran through your lower back as he pressed it with his knee.
“Get off me, Rogers,” you snorted loudly, struggling to free yourself. “I know all this. But I have 0 motivation. You won’t make me obedient by constant screams and lectures, get it?” You almost yelled, trying to turn your head aside.

Steve pressed his knee to your back even harder.
“Then better find motivation, because no one is gonna babysit you during the fight. This is not some kind of game, you are a superhero now and yet you act like a spoiled brat. I am not gonna tolerate this in my team,” he growled at you.

“Wo-ho… Steve, pal. Calm down or you will break her in half,” Bucky stepped in, trying to stop his friend. “This is not the way, pal.”

When you finally freed yourself, you rolled on your back and breathed deeply.

Then you got up and threw Steve an angry glance.
“Go fuck yourself, Rogers, because you’re unbearable!” You screamed at him.

You turned around and wiped the tear that formed in the corner of your eye quickly, so none of them could see it.

After that you grabbed your stuff and left the gym.

Bucky looked at Steve and shook his head, then he ran after you.
“Y/N! Y/N! Wait!” Bucky called after you and soon caught you up.
“Hey, are you okay? He didn’t hurt you, right?” Bucky asked with a worried voice.

Even if Bucky was an emotionless, killing machine in his past, suffering of others wasn’t a thing that he was just about to ignore then.

“Hey, need a big supersoldier hug?” Bucky asked, trying his best to cheer you up.

You instinctively nuzzled to him, trying to wrap arms around his torso.
“I hate him,” you explained openly, “I really do. He trests me like this since the very beginning. I hate him. He thinks he knows everything but truth is he can’t even cope with his past, and he uses me as a fucking training bag. He openly humiliates me in front of others. But he is no one to me. You should be our leader, not him,” you cried briefly.

Bucky blinked and hugged you tightly.
“God, doll. You make me blush. Please, I know Steve for a really long time. He just wants you to keep up with us. You are young, beautiful and new here,” man explained, petting your hair. “I have an idea. Tony organizes some kind of little team party. You should join us this evening. There will be snacks, beer, it will be nice. What do you say?” Bucky asked and put hand to your cheek, forcing you to look at him.

You let out a deep sigh but nodded.
“Okay. I can give it a shout. But if he will be somewhere near, I swear to Thor, I will leave,” you said firmly. “See you then, Bucky.”


Bucky walked you to the living room, where the party was taking place.
“Go on and have some fun, and don’t worry, doll. It will be okay, Steve will be a good boy. Now excuse me, I need to go and annoy Tasha for a bit,” Barnes winked at you and quickly walked away.

Steve saw you and waved his hand.
“Hey, Y/N, come here,” he said with smile.

However, you passed him by, pretending he wasn’t there.

You were completely not in a mood for the party, and especially for Steve and his problems.

You approached a bar that was set up in one of the corners, and you took a seat at the high chair, ordering yourself a glass of whiskey.
You crossed legs, guarding your skirt to not go too high along your thighs.

Steve joined you few minutes later.
“Hey, you are ignoring me, why?” Rogers asked, looking at you. “I saw that you came here with Bucky. Are you two a thing?” Steve asked you next question, he sounded a bit frustrated.

You looked at him with the corner of your eye, then you leant to the bartender.
“Can you tell this guy to leave me alone?”

Man behind the bar only smiled at your words, and gave another glass to Steve.

You turned head, you searched for Bucky.
“Maybe. None of your business.”

Steve offered you his hand and smiled at you softly.
“Please, come with me. I won’t hurt you, I swear to Thor. I won’t do anything this time, I just wanna talk.”

“You’ve talked today. I came here to have fun, not to listening to another lecture by you, Mr Know-It-All,” you reminded, “now you can go look for your Sharon, I bet I saw her somewhere here…” You grinned widely. “I am still impressed how she can even cope with someone like you.”

“It’s not gonna be a lecture. Please? Oh, come on! I am not interested in her at all, I have someone else on my eye…” Steve sighed deeply. “Please, Y/N. Come with me.”

Finally, you emptied your glass and got up from the chair, smoothing your frilled skirt.
“You have 10 minutes,” you said simply as you looked at him

Steve grabbed your hand and led you at one of an empty corridors. It was partly dark and quiet.

“Do you even know how annoying you are? You just came here and you think you can do whatever you want,” Steve muttered and suddenly pinned you to the wall. “Look at yourself, such a beauty. You just provoke me with all those skimpy clothes, even this dress now. You drive me crazy every day, doll,” Steve whispered right into your ear. “And you know what? There is no Sharon nor anyone else who could catch my eye like you did. I could watch you every day.”

You blinked.

In first moment you didn’t know what to do.
You weren’t sure if you should start screaming for help nor just punch his jaw and run away.

Yet, you blushed a bit as his words.
“First of all, it’s not a dress. Actually, it’s a skirt,” you explained. “And secondly, I am afraid you’re drunk, Steven…” You whispered.

Somehow you were afraid of this man, even if you knew he wouldn’t hurt you, ever.

“I need to give you some lesson, girl. I can’t get drunk due to the supersoldier serum perk,” he smiled at you. “You have no idea how frustrating it is to know that you are here, that I may lose you one day. I tried to make you leave but you are just too fucking stubborn,” Steve growled and moved to your neck. “At the same time, you are so beautiful that I have problems with controlling myself. I am so sorry if I hurt you today, I never meant this, Y/N,” Steve purred and kissed your neck gently.

Your muscles tensed within second when his lips touched your sensitive skin. You bite your lip to hold the moan on.
“So, why you wanted to talk to me now?” You asked slowly, pressing your back more to the cold wall.

He laughed and put his forehead on your shoulder.
“Really, Y/N? Okay, so maybe this will be a good answer for you…”

After these words Steve pressed his lips to yours in a deep kiss, his hands traveled to your hips.

You were cut off by the kiss, and you didn’t pretest at all.

You let him kiss you the way he wanted, you let him slip his tongue into your mouth, and surprisingly, you did enjoy it.

Steve growled into the kiss and then picked you up.
“This will be fun,” he smiled and carried you to his room.

There he threw you on the bed and climbed on top of you.
“Shall we see what are you hiding under this Skirt?” Steve teased.

“Hey, hey, slow down!“ You couldn’t help but giggle.

You pushed him off of yourself and you got up. When he sat at the edge of the bed, you stood between his legs.

"I don’t know. You were rude to me today,” you summarized, “I don’t know if you deserved any of this…”

You slowly brushed your thighs, grabbing the hem of your skirt. With a swing in your hips you turned around, revealing upper part of your thighs, just enough for him to notice your panties.

Steve got up and grabbed your hips, pulling you closer. He pressed you against his chest.
“Then I will continue to be rude, sweetheart,” Steve purred into your ear and moved his hand between your legs.

He chuckled.
“Someone is already wet for me, bad girl as always.”

You licked your dry lips and put your palm on his hand, forcing him to rub your pussy through material of your panties.

As you were pressed to him, you could easily feel Steve getting harder, ever through his jeans.

You turned your head a bit to let him kiss you.

Steve covered your mouth with a kiss and smiled.
“You’ve been a very bad girl today, you didn’t listen to things I’ve said, you were really mean to me,” Steve muttered in a low voice.

His hand slowly moved your panties aside, he wasted no time and pushed two fingers inside of you.

Steve hummed happily. “So tight and wet, just for me. I’m gonna fuck you hard tonight, doll. You’re gonna scream my name so loud that whole tower will hear you.”

You took a deep breath, still holding on his hand.

It felt so nice to have his fingers inside, you could already imagine how amazing it will be to have his cock in your pussy.

You forced him to pull his hand back, you slowly licked on his long fingers, humming.

Then you turned around in his arms and without any word you started to undoing his belt, your eyes on his.

Steve watched you carefully.
“You are still a naughty girl. Really naughty girl. On your knees, sweetheart,” he ordered, looking you right in the eyes. “And be a good girl this time.”

You slowly got on your knees and unzipped his fly, licking your lips.

You pulled his half erected cock out of his jeans, and a little smirk crawled onto your mouth.

Even then you could say that he was big. The biggest you’ve ever seen before.

You grabbed his base and pumped it few times before you took him into mouth.

“Now you are good girl. I’m proud,” Steve sighed deeply and moved his hands into your hair, he started to move your head up and down his shaft.
“This feels so good, Y/N. Keep doing this and I will cum,” Steve warned you. You pulled his dick out of your mouth only to spit on him. You pumped your hand few times, from his head to the bottom of his base, spreading your saliva all over his shaft. You pulled his cock up, pressing it to his lower stomach, you licked along his length, using only tip of your tongue. Then you sucked on his tip for a while, only to push his cock deep down your throat while massaging his balls.
You used your free hand to rub your pussy and slip fingers in.

Steve growled and tugged on your hair, pulling you away.
“Sorry, sweetheart, I need to fill this tight, little pussy with my cum,” he mumbled and forced you to lay down on the bed. After that, he slipped his jeans down his legs kicking them aside.

“Let’s see how this little pussy feels around my cock.”
Steve pulled your skirt up, exposing you completely as you managed to get rid of your shirt and bra moment before.

Steve grabbed his member and guided himself slowly into you, moaning deeply as he entered your pussy.

Captain started to trust in a steady pace, holding your hips tightly.
“Fuck, you feel so good, sweetheart. So tight, so wet and all this is mine,” he grunted.

You squeezed your breasts, your eyes never left his.
“God, yes… I didn’t know it can be that amazing, fuck…” you murmured quietly, taking a hold of his strong forearm. “Just like that..” you spit on your fingers and rubbed your pussy while Steve was fucking you. “God, feels so good. Show me how much you’ve wanted it, c’mon!”
The urge of getting fucked nicely was too huge for you, so you dragged your nails down his back as you wrapped your leg around his hip.

“Hope I won’t snap you in a half,” Steve muttered and started to thrust faster, using all of his strength.

His thrusts were so hard that bed started to crack dangerously.

“I’m gonna make you cum so hard, doll,” Steve growled and his hand traveled to your pussy, he pushed two fingers into you. “Nice and full,” he summed up before kissing and biting your neck.

You were moaning deeply, rubbing yourself.
You slipped your second hand into his hair.
“Mmm, that’s it, Steven. Fuck me like you’ve dreamt about since I joined your team,” you encouraged him.

After some time you used all of your strength to push him off of you. You then straddled him, slowly pushing his cock back into your cunt.
You started to rock your hips slowly, basing your hands on his muscular chest to support yourself.

Steve gasped and grabbed your hips so tightly that you knew he will leave bruises. “My good girl. Ride that cook until I cum inside this tight pussy, ride it faster! I am not made of glass,” he smiled, rolling his hips before moving hand between two of you, straight to your clit.
Steve started to slowly rub it, putting some pressure on from time to time.

“Yes! Yes…” You moaned loudly, scratching his chest. “Fuck, I wanna you to cum inside of me,” you said, “fill me to the brim,” you licked your lips.

You were going up and down his cock as fast as you could.

When you felt your walls squeezing his dick, you increased your pace, his name was the only thing to leave your lips.

Steve quickly flipped you over, so he was on top again, he threw your legs on his shoulders, pushing himself even deeper inside your cunt.
“I’m gonna cum, sweetheart. Gonna fill this little pussy. You’ll be mine now.”

His peace was fast and thrusts were deep, soon Steve pushed himself as deep as he only could only to cum deep inside of you, moaning your name loudly.

His name rolled from your mouth as your pussy started to clenching rhythmically around his hard member. You arched your back and rolled head on the pillow.
You rock your hips few more times, trying to catch a proper breath.

You were covered in sweat but you didn’t mind.

Your eyes met his and you reached hands to cup his cheeks.

“You’re a fucker still but well, I gotta admit that was delicious. I guess I will be even more problematic now, just to be punished again,” you winked at him, slipping hand between two of you. Then, you licked your fingers, tasting his cum. “Mmm, someone likes coffee here.”

Steve laughed and shook his head.
“Be a good girl and you will get this on a daily basis, and I won’t kick your ass on training so often,” he teased you, then pulled you closer.
“Let’s rest now,” Steve offered.

You let him put his boxers back on, and when he laid next to you, you simply rested your head on his muscular torso, letting him wrap his strong arm around your waist.
“I’m naked still, Cap,” you teased, “But I’m keen on this idea. But tomorrow it’s gonna be me who will kick your ass on training.

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Candy Case || Tony Stark x Reader

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Summary: Reader gets some candies on Halloween 🎃 Unfortunately, someone eats all of them.Reader  tries to find out who is behind this.

Warnings: none

Words: 938

Author: Cass

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

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“Who ate all my candy?!!” You yelled loudly, your voice for sure echoed in every corridor in the tower.

Tony jumped out from his lab. “What?! Who ate who?! What?! Hulk ate Thor?!”

You looked at him blinking. “What? NO! Someone ate ALL MY candy!”

Tony looked at you annoyed.
“Sweetheart… really? You know I love you but this is stupid.”

“STUPID!? Those were my candy! I worked hard to get them and someone ate them and I have no idea who.” You whimpered sadly.

Tony rolled his eyes and sighed.
“Oh, come here, sweetheart.” He said and hugged you. “Those are just a candies. If you want, I can buy you whole factory.”

“Thanks but that’s not the point! Those were my Halloween candies, I worked hard on my costume. I wanted to eat them today. I’mgonna find out who ate them!” You said full of confidence.

Tony looked at you blinking, then he sighed deeply.
“Okay, like you wish, Sherlock. If you find this person nor persons, come to me and I will arrest them.”

You rolled your eyes.
“Very funny, better go back to your lab before something will blow up there.” You kissed his cheek and walked away.


You entered the gym to look for literally anyone in whole tower and you immediately saw Steve and Bucky.

Steve was doing pushups while Bucky was sitting on Steve’s back and reading book, it always looked kinda funny.

“Bucky? Steve? Can I bother you a bit?” You asked softly and walked to them closer.

Steve didn’t stop his work out. “Sure, Y/N. What’s wrong?”

Bucky read one more page and looked at you. “How can we help you? Come on, sit down.”

You chuckled and sat on Steve’s shoulders next to Bucky. “So, there is a thing. Someone ate my Halloween candies. Maybe you two know something?”

“You see! I just won 15$ from you, Bucky! I told you she was screaming something about candy.” Steve muttered.

“Shut up, punk and about your case, Y/N. No, sorry, we are here since this morning.” Bucky shook his head.

“Yea, we are really sorry, Y/N but if we find out something, you can be more than sure that we will tell you.” Steve said.

You sighed sadly and nodded.
“Okay, thanks, boys. Don’t overwork yourself Steve. See you later.”

“See you!” They said together and then you left the gym


You walked trough living room when suddenly pillow hit you right into the head.
“Hey! What the heck!” You looked around.

“God! Sorry, Y/N! I was aiming at Peter!” You heard Scott’s voice.

“Yea, sorry, please don’t tell Mr. Stark.” Peter said looking at you from the ceiling.

“Stark will know no matter what, kid, I mean f.r.i.d.a.y is watching!” Clint said and threw pillow at Peter.
Poor boy fell down ontocarpet.

“Oh God! Peter, are you okay?” You walked to him and helped him get up.

“Yea, I am fine. I mean, I had worst.” He nodded.

You giggled and nodded.
“Boys, I am glad I see you. I need to ask you something.” You began but Clint stopped you.

“Let me guess, you want to ask us if we know something about your candies.” He said and smiled.

“Exactly! Maybe one of you saw something or someone.” You said looking at three men, hopeful that they knew something.

“No, sorry, Y/N.” They said.

You sighed sadly and nodded. “Thank you anyway, boys.”

“Hey… if this will make you feel better, you always can join our pillow fight.” Scott offered, giving you his best smile.

“Thanks, Scott. Thank you all but I wanna find the person who did this to my candies. See you all later!” You waved at them and left.


You spend most of the day talking with other Avengers but you found out nothing. You finally lost hope and went to basement to Tony’s lab.

“Hey, sweetie!” You yelled walking inside. Tony was sitting in his chair, typing something on his computer.
“Hey! You found someone? Who shall I arrest?” He asked and looked at you with smile.

“Shut up.” You muttered and sat on his laps, nuzzling to his chest.

“Oh, don’t be sad.  I will buy you like five candies factories.” Tony hugged you and kissed top of your head.

You smiled softly and just sat there, watching him working and looking around from time to time. Suddenly you saw something familiar on his desk, it was little bowl.

“Tony?” You asked and looked up at him.

“Mmm?” He only hummed in respond .

“Why this bowl is here?”

“What?” He looked at you and then at the bowl. “Ah I just found it in kitchen cabinet.” Tony shrugged.

“I put my candies into this bowl and put them into kitchen cabinet.” You looked at him frowning.

Tony looked at you slowly, smiling like an idiot.
“Uhm… Sorry sweetheart…”


Peter walked to kitchen in the middle of the night.
He walked through the living room when he heard growl-like sound from the couch. He shuddered, scared.

“GOD! No, don’t eat me! Whatever you are! I will give you everything!”

“Kid… What the hell are you doing here at this hour?”
It was Tony.

Peter blinked.
“Mr. Stark! What are you doing here on the couch?” He asked.

“Y/N kicked me out of the bedroom… I ate her candies.” Tony growled and hugged his pillow.

“Ohh… Ooh! That’s not good, sir.” Peter nodded and then quickly jumped to kitchen to grab a water. “So… Good night Mr. Stark.”

“Night..” He muttered and hid under the blanket. “I will never eat candies ever again.”

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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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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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THE MISTAKE || BUCKY BARNES X READER

all-hail-bucky:

SUMMARY: Bucky was hurt by you. You’ve cheated on him with his best friend. Will he prevail his anger and forgive you?

A/N: Hi. This story is written for @thepaperpanda and their writing challenge. My prompt was white. Thank you for allowing me to take part in this challenge ♥ 

WORD COUNT: 1117


You saw that disbelief in Bucky’s eyes when he was standing on the threshold of your bedroom glancing at you on Steve’s laps.

He was deeply hurt, you could easily feel it. Being his girlfriend has taught you a lot, most that when you’ll mess with him, he won’t forget and you’ll pay, sooner or later for what you’ve done against him.

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DIVINE PASSION / STEVE ROGERS X READER ONESHOT (SMUT)

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Words: 904

Summary: reader & Steve & a little romantic smut

A/N: @thepaperpanda this one has been written for your writing challenge. A reminder – I had lavender color 😊

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

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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Longing For You || Steve Rogers x Reader Smut

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Summary: Steve had gotten back home from the
mission and it seems both of you were longing each other…
Words: 826
Warnings: smut
Author: Ailo

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Unlocking the door
to the apartment, Steve Rogers was right about ready to crash. He had just
gotten back home from a two weeks mission and he wanted to be in his own bed…
and in your arms.

“(Y/N)”
he breathed out when he found you. You were dressed in a tiny silk nightgown,
drinking some tea at the dining table.

“Oh hey,
hon!” You exclaimed, getting up and giving him a quick peck on the lips.
“Nat told me you arrived today.”

“Did she? I
kinda wanted it to be a surprise..” he smiled, running his eyes over you
with longing.

You pulled him in
for a deeper kiss. You knew Steve loved it when you plaid the desperate housewife.
Sure, you had your own time consuming job, but he loved knowing he was your
everything. And so, seeing you sitting there with the dim lights making your
skin glow, well… he forgot all about how tired he was. He led you both to the
couch and sat himself down with you on his lap.

You could feel his
hands rub all over your silk dress while you began to grind on his pants,
feeling his hard cock through the fabric. He pulled down the this straps of the
gown and you unlooped you arms, letting it fall to reveal your breasts. He
pulled you in closer, put one of your hard nipples in his mouth and began
working it with his tongue. You rocked your hips harder until finally, you
couldn’t take it anymore.

“Baby, I was
longing for you.. Steve.. I need you in me…” you begged.

“Get on the
couch” he commanded.

You got off of him
and he stood, but when you were about to lay on your back, he flipped you over
and placed you on your knees. You held onto the top of the couch while he
spread your legs out to his liking. He caressed you folds, as they were
uncovered since you decided not to wear underwear, letting out low moans of
approval. Hearing the sound of a belt and zipper being undone, you started to
turn and look at him. Steve grabbed your head and turned you away.

“Ohhh, no
way,” he teased as he finished undressing himself.

“I want to
see your..”

“Should
thought of that before you let me go on that damn mission” he chuckled
lowly. You felt both his hands caress your back and then a second later, you
heard the loud ripping of your nightgown.

“That’s the
one you bought me on my birthday!”

“Yeah? Well
it served its purpose!” He said loudly as he pushed his cock into you.
Even neighbors probably heard your moans.

Steve began to
pound in a steady pace, his cock sending shockwaves throughout your body. He
grabbed a bunch of your hair and pulled them as he grunted with every thrust.

“Faster..”
you pleased. Steve slapped your ass making you yelp in pleasure, but he granted
your wish.

The sound of skin
on skin echoed through the apartment but all you could focus on was his huge
cock rubbing against your tight walls. With every push, he made contact with
your spot and your moans grew louder.

“Yeah, you
like that?” He panted. “Fuck.”

He slapped your
ass again, then gripped your waist tighter, going at faster pace.

You curled and
uncurled your toes and tried to open wider for him. Your breaths became
shallower as he slid in and out at the unbearable quickness. Your walls
tightened around his cock.

“I’m… about
to cum..” you managed to say.

Steve put one hand
on your chest and the other on your stomach and pulled you up close to him. You
reached up behind you and ran a hand through his hair and rested the other on
his defined ass. You felt every curve of his abs with your back and butt. He
rubbed himself all over you, mixing his sweat with yours. Your neck became
warmer with ever touch of his lips and tongue. You were shivering in your arms.

Then he began to
pound hard again, kneading your breast with one hand, and your clit with the
other. You felt your walls tensed up more, then… the release of the orgasms
as you clenched and unclenched around his dick.

“Shit,
(Y/N)!” he said as he continued to push in you. You heard him hold out his
moans longer and you moaned along with him.

“Fuck,
(Y/N)!” He began a string of curse words. You felt his pace began to
falter. His cock then pulsed inside you, shooting warm cum deep within.

Steve leaned on
you as he rested his head on your shoulder, making you chuckled.

“Well..”
you panted, “now I really wanna know what happened on that mission.”

He laughed
breathlessly and kissed the back of your neck.

“How about
tomorrow?” he asked. “Now let’s go to bed. I missed you so much.”