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STEVE ROGERS MASTERLIST

open for requests!

• most of my works will be x fem!reader or x original female character unless specified

* —smut + sexual themes

❀—favorite

SERIES

[ more than 10 parts ]

MINI SERIES

[ less than 10 parts ]

owner of a lonely heart | fluff — ongoing!

ONSHOTS

the beard needs to go* | fluff

right where you left me | angst

DRABBLES & HEADCANONS

headcanons of movie nights with Steve

headcanons of movie nights with Steve

steve rogers x gn!reader

headcanons of how movie nights go with Steve as your boyfriend

this is like both a headcanon and a drabble lol

Steve would always let you choose the movie you two would watch because he'd want to know the movies that would make you happy.

You'd wear one of his oversized shirts which miraculously he does have along his extra small shirts that he insists on wearing plus his boxers that you'd use as shorts.

He'd hover over your form as you prepare the snacks, he'd back hug you with his head resting on your neck as the two of you waited for the popcorn to be microwaved.

He loves listening to the little facts you have before and after watching the movie, the actor did his own stunts? wow they actually used melted plastic for the special effects? that's cool the whole background was cgi? impossible!

It was absolutely the same for you, you loved watching the expression Steve made as you explained that some of the stuff in the movie wasn't real, especially when you tell him it wasn't actually raining in that scene in The Notebook.

In return he'd be the one to tell the inaccuracies of the movie in case it was based on the forties or the war, he'd tell more of his own war stories midway though.

The large couch would be filled with pillows and and two fluffy blankets that would end up on the floor while the two of you cuddled for more warmth ignoring the blankets that were thrown away.

You'd love it whenever he gets scared and cuddles closer to your side. His warm body would squeeze you tighter as his hands were already wrapped around you.

Steve would try to cover his eyes with his hands as you would always make him watch horror movies but not being able to resist watching the scary movie anyways.

You did have to convince him that not every vhs tape is haunted, he'd probably be able to beat the girl from The Ring anyways. You also might have just made him more phone phobic than he already is, after that.

" the phone is not gonna get you Rogers "

" you don't know that! "

" babe we watched the movie not the tape! "

He also wouldn't be afraid to cry with you when the movies are that depressing. You and Steve would cry so much while watching Me Before You.

Steve couldn't ask for a better view of you resting on his shoulder as your eyes were stuck on the wide television, some popcorn stuck on your hair that made him silently snort. A wide grin etched on his face as thinks that this, this was it, this would be all he needs in his life.

" we should do this every Friday "

" movies? we can even do it everyday babe "

" no, I mean like officially, Fridays are for movie nights, just us and a big bowl of popcorn "

" Bucky and Sam are gonna be heartbroken we don't invite them " you joked as you ate another piece of popcorn

" they can have their own movie night doll "

" okay, we'll do movie marathons every Friday, except when the world's about to end "

" I'd love to watch a movie with you as the world ends, doll "

" shut up, you sap " you reply laughing as you throw a popcorn on his face

The two of you would also have a game of catching popcorn with your mouths, one would throw a piece as the other would catch it with their mouth while they're in a far away distance.

Steve's the type to genuinely love any type of Christmas movie and would insist on wearing ugly Christmas sweaters even when it's summer.

He would love Home Alone, but would also voice out his concerns on how irresponsible Kevin's parents are. He'd be so happy knowing there was a sequel.

After every movie night there would be popcorn everywhere, from the couch to the floor and even as far as the bedroom.

The two of you would always just end up falling asleep on the couch anyways, an empty bowl of popcorn still on your lap as the two of you cuddle on the large sofa till the sun rises.

right where you left me

PAIRING—steve rogers x avenger!fem!reader

SUMMARY—Steve finally askes you out for a dinner date but as you sat patiently at the restaurant, where was Steve?

WARNINGS—angst, steve being a jerk, no happy ending, kinda more focused on reader

A/N—idk if this is considered a song fic but some of the lyrics of Taylor's song is written in-between paragraphs so...

part 2 still a wip!

Matches burn after the other

Pages turn and stick to each other

Wages earned and lessons learned

But I, I'm right where you left me

The warm lights of the restaurant were supposed to make you feel cozy but contrary to what you were feeling, you felt anxious, nervous and everything all at once. It's been more than thirty minutes and Steve was still nowhere to be found. The agreed time was 7 pm and it's already close to 7:40. The slow pouring rain made your situation much more gloomy.

The anxiousness became worse as more minutes passed, Steve wasn't answering any of your texts or any of your calls. Your breathing got heavy as you clasped your hands together trying to keep your cool, deep down you were feeling scared that something bad happened to Steve. You didn't think much about what people might think of you at the moment, a beautiful woman who's sitting miserably at a cozy restaurant; alone. All you could think about is—where's Steve?

Help, I'm still at the restaurant

Still sitting in a corner I haunt

Cross-legged in the dim light

They say, "What a sad sight"

It was supposed to be a fantastic night for you because finally your long time crush Steve Rogers, Captain America finally asked you out on a date though from everyone's perspective you were totally in love with the man. You wouldn't deny that, you fought with him, bled for him and almost sacrificed everything you had for him. It was obvious but maybe not to him. You are undeniably, truly, completely and unconditionally in love with him.

You're a beautiful woman, that's what you believed but it did catch you off-guard that Steve suddenly asked you out on a date. Who wouldn't? But you've been his friend for years and you believed for the longest time Steve was always gonna love one woman and that being the one and only Peggy Carter or maybe his actual ex-girlfriend who he broke up with almost a year ago, his first love's niece, the impressive and beautiful agent Sharon Carter.

You felt pure euphoric happiness and countless butterflies danced in your stomach, it felt like a million fireworks erupted in your heart when Steve decided to ask you out. You remembered every part of that day, that night—that second that he dropped the ball and asked you the million dollar question like it was yesterday, well it was actually yesterday.

[ flashback ]

" report's suck don't they? "

" and here I thought being Captain America would excuse me from the paperwork " Steve chuckled as you sat beside him with your own reports.

" oh please your hobby is reading reports "

" I never said I liked writing them "

" well I guess were the only responsible ones here seeing as you have Natasha's pile and I have Tony's "

" more time to spend with me " Steve smirked as you breath a nervous laugh as his words caught you off-guard

" my, my Captain America being cocky? "

" don't deny it, you love my company sweetheart " Steve responds as he confidently holds your chin between his pointer finger and thumb, tilting it slightly as he makes you look at his breathtaking blue eyes. Your breath hitched momentarily.

You scoffed, turning away from him not believing Steve was actually being flirty with you.

" oh yes because everybody's dying for your presence, Oh? Mr. Rogers, would you please sign my chest? " You asked while doing a slightly higher pitched voice, you didn't want to make Steve think he can just play with you. You played along with his flirty antics as you suddenly opened your jacket making Steve choke on air which was your plan. You weren't wearing a revealing top but the action definitely caught Steve off-guard.

You laughed like an old man, having difficulty breathing as you laughed at the expression Steve did after your little stunt, his red face made you laugh uncontrollably and made you a coughing mess.

" you're not gonna win whatever game you're playing Rogers " You said as you went back to your reports, calming yourself from the laughing while Steve coughed to catch your attention once more.

" What if I wasn't playing a game? "

" Then what's with the random flirting Captain? planning on trying those moves on someone? "

" yes actually, you " He replies with no hesitation, you would've laughed if it wasn't for the serious expression he wore.

" —would you give me the honor of taking you out on a dinner date? " Steve continued as you fell silent, internally you were screaming and your heart immediately beat faster than normal as his words found your ears.

" Yes ... YES! of course " You reply with a smile, and seeing the wide grin on his face made you blush madly.

I, I swear you could hear a hair pin drop

Right when I felt the moment stop

Glass shattered on the white cloth

Everybody moved on

I, I stayed there

Dust collected on my pinned-up hair

You catch yourself smiling as you remember the events of yesterday's evening. You reminisced the comfortable silence that happened after, wide grins as the two of you did reports you didn't want to but the worst news came as you opened your phone that had a notification from Natasha. You smiled momentarily as you saw her name flash on the lock screen but your face fell immediately as you read the words she sent.

she's back

Those words made your legs feel weak as more anxiety filled your mind and your heart felt like it was slowly being chipped away by the tools used in carving stones.

please tell me it's not who I think it is

yup, Sharon's back and she went to Steve like she did nothing!

is Steve with her?

You hesitantly typed, scared of what the answer to the questions that naturally floated in your head might be. Different thoughts came to mind but you didn't want to judge Steve, he would never ditch you for his ex, not without informing you first in case he did. Wouldn't he?

Yeah ... He's with her, I'm sorry

Natasha answered, making you shut your eyes hoping everything was a dream and that the special blue dress you wore wasn't for nothing. Your eyes felt teary just as a waiter went to you asking if you needed assistance in which you replied with one bottle of wine, please. You hoped that maybe Steve would come to you after he talked to Sharon, that is if that's the only thing he was doing with her. That tiny hope ran out as you've realized you've been sitting at the cozy, warm restaurant alone and pathetically for three hours straight, you've finished the red wine long ago. Now, you just sat quietly and glanced outside where the rain stopped and the streets shined as the countless puddles reflected the street lights and shop signs.

You stayed there until the staff had to ask you to leave unless you actually ordered a meal but you didn't have the stomach to eat anything as you were just ditched by Steve, Steve the golden boy just ditched you for his bitch of an ex-girlfriend without even telling anything.

Right where you left me

You left me no, oh, you left me no

You left me no choice but to stay here forever

You left me, you left me no, oh, you left me no

You left me no choice but to stay here forever

You hailed a cab quickly after exiting the restaurant, you couldn't just walk in your state. You weren't drunk but you were probably tipsy enough to trip over nothing. The elderly cab driver dropped you off in front of the tower. You held your heels in one hand and your coat hanging loosely on your shoulders. The guard immediately let you in as he recognized you. You were sadly met by nobody inside the compound as you entered, not Steve—nobody. You knew Natasha went out for her nightly jog while the others you thought were just busy doing their own stuff.

You contemplated whether or not you'll confront Steve tonight. A couple minutes passed as you sat on the couch of the living area of the tower, your thoughts consuming you as you sat silently.

With a huff of a breath you stood up, shrugging your coat as you walked barefoot on the cold floor of the tower. You pressed the fifth floor where Steve's room is located, the ding of the elevator distracted you from your thoughts.

At the restaurant, when I was still the one you want

Cross-legged in the dim light, everything was just right

I, I could feel the mascara run

You told me that you met someone

The sound of your heart shattering was all you could hear as you watched the view In front of you—Steve and Sharon fricking Carter making out. Steve was kissing Sharon Infront of his door as she was about to leave when he heard the elevator open and there you stand, looking gorgeous in a silk blue dress. You stood pathetically in a blue dress that you wore for what would've been your date with Steve but instead you see him kissing another woman.

You momentarily spaced out, you didn't know what happened after but suddenly Steve was Infront of you and Sharon was nowhere to be found.

" Y/N! " Your eyes snap to Steve as they were previously gazing on the floor.

" So yesterday was really just a game huh? " You asked with a laugh even as your heart broke more that it already was, even if you knew that it was Sharon who owned his heart. You confidently looked at him straight in the eyes with your teary ones.

" Y/N I—Sharon was just here and she wanted to get back together and to be honest I still kinda have feelings for ... her " Steve tried to explain, failing as he saw the disappointment on your face, he knew it was an asshole move to ditch you but Sharon just knew how to keep him from leaving, to pull him back into their own little world.

He did genuinely like you, he did but Sharon made him think that she's the one, the only woman who'll truly make him happy and he stupidly believed that. His mind desperately believed Sharon and him were meant to be, that the break up was just a test on their relationship even as his heart silently shouted your name. He just didn't see how perfect you were for him.

" of course, it's always going to be her, she's perfect—she's a Carter after all " You brokenly said, sadness and jealousy evident in your voice. A bitter tone encasing your words as you felt rage.

" I liked you , I really do, you're a beautiful woman but Sharon is just ... and you’ll find someone better than me " Steve said while trying to hold your hand but you turned away completely giving him a cold shoulder.

" I understand perfectly Steve, you owe me no loyalty and that's okay—I guess I just expected more from you " your voice low as all your disappointment and heartbreak was put into words.

" No, i-its, I know that was not respectful of me to just leave you hanging and ditching our date but Sharon was just suddenly here and then she just kissed me and I—I caved, look I know this looks bad but— "

" Again, it's my mistake to have high expectations and if you'll excuse me I had a whole bottle of wine so I feel a bit sleepy, goodnight Steven " You replied as you quickly turned away from him and wiped the tears that threatened to fall.

“ Y/N … shit “ you heard Steve mutter as you entered the elevator but you ignored his words as you felt so close to breaking down, maybe you fell for him more than you realized as you felt like your heart was shattered to a thousand pieces.

I'm right where you left me

You left me no, oh, you left me no

You left me no choice but to stay here forever

You quickly walked out on Steve, the elevator ride felt like forever and as you unlocked your room you immediately dropped down on the floor. A deep sigh came out of your lips as you rested your head on the large metal door of your room, tears immediately escaping your eyes.

" how could I be so stupid!? God! , you just had to fall in love with someone like him huh? yes, how could little ol' me be ever good enough for the great Captain America, Sharon’s just perfect so—perfect and she’s beautiful ... she's gorgeous "

" How could Steve not love her? "

You talked to yourself hoping Steve wouldn't hear it with his super hearing ability. You sat and stared at the ceiling questioning how stupid it was to actually think Steve was a perfect guy, well not perfect but you at least expected that he wasn't a jerk like the other guy's you've dated.

You didn't know how long you stayed on the floor crying as you felt intense heartbreak, ironic that he wasn't even yours to lose, but you stayed there crying your heart out—probably longer than the time you spent waiting at the restaurant.

I’m sorry but that stare though.....there is no heterosexual explanation for that.

How do we feel abt a Baker Steve rogers x male mob dad reader?? Its a daydream I've had and I'm sort of thinking abt writing it (if its liked enough make it a series)

Imagine: Training with Steve

You came at the training room, a little bit late. Steve was putting his shirt on, so you were able to see his perfect muscles. You blushed slightly and cleared your throat. "E-excuse me sir for being late.." you mumbled quietly, your eyes looking at your feet in embarrassment. Steve lifted head and looked at you, a little insolent smile on the corners of his mouth. "I expect next time you'll be punctual. I don't want to waste my time for waiting at you. Now come on, warm-up first." 

 You had to do push-ups, sit-ups, some streatching and a bit of spinning. 

 At the end of the training, after 2 hours of tiring exercises, you were laying on the mat, catching your breath greedily. "Be prepared. Next time I won't be as mild as I was today" Steve looked down at you, drinking his isotonic drink. He gave you his hand and helped you to get on your feet again. "See you at Wednesday" he smiled, tilting head and left the room, leaving you in something between bliss and grogginess.

Author: Nad

Gif: X

Imagine: Nice evening with your boyfriend Steve. 

You were sitting in his room watching his favourite comedy show, though neither of you were actually paying attention. You were too focused on each other. “You know, you’re adorable right?” Steve asked while smirking at you. You blush and nod slight, because he had recently gotten into a habit of telling you daily. By the end of the show, he had fallen asleep next to you. Laying in his arms was comforting. He may not be awake, but you felt safe. You started to cuddle into him more, and his arm snaked around your waist. Either he was actually awake, or it was his natural instinct to protect you, even in his dreaming state. You closed your eyes and started to think about all of the memories you had shared together. “I love this… When we’re together… Nothing else matters then…” he mumbled quietly. You blinked a bit realising he’s awake. “Shh.. Sleep, love. You need to rest after your last mission” you hummed softly into his ear, kissing his cheek. Steve, with closed eyes, smiled gently, pulling you tighter to his chest.

Author:  Rouge 

Gifs: X X

Imagine: Steve is sending you cute messages.

Request from: Anonymous

It was third week when Steve wasn't home. He had a mission with S.H.I.E.L.D. You had to stay alone in his house. You hate it, because of the emptiness and longing. So as always you were sitting in the large living room, drinking a tea from his favourite mug and reading his favourite book. Yes. You were doing it whenever he was far away from home. With a deep sigh you've ended the last chapter of the book and you closed it, placing at the little coffee table in front of a couch. Suddenly you've heard a signal of incoming message. You reached for your phone and immediately a smile appeared on your face, when you realized it's a message from your beloved man... [TEXT FROM: HONEY ] miss my lovely girlfriend You giggled and wrote back. [TEXT TO: HONEY ] Oh! I miss you too! So empty here without u.. You leaned back against the back of the couch and waited for his response... After a while you've heard incoming message again. [TEXT FROM: HONEY ] don't worry be back soon. Did I ever tell you that you're the cutest thing on Earth? You blushed and bit your lower lip, writing back. [TEXT TO: HONEY ] Stop it Steve! I'm like a tomato now.. I'm so glad! Can't wait! After a while he wrote back again. [TEXT FROM: HONEY ] I won't stop, 'cause you're so sweet, beautiful and loyal You felt how your cheeks are burning as you were blushing. [TEXT TO: HONEY ] Steve! You do realize when you'll be back I won't let you out of bed, right? This time he didn't respond. You sighed sadly and decided to go to a bad. You were tired and it was almost a midnight. And you felt some unpleasant feeling in your stomach. He didn't respond. Maybe he was to busy? Or maybe... Or maybe he met someone else!? You cursed aloud, shaking your head. No. He loves you more than everything and you knew that. But you couldn't help. Such things have appeared from time to time. When you were sleeping, your phone vibrated few times. You were too tired to hear it, so you've noticed all messages in the next morning. [TEXT FROM: HONEY ] mhmmm sounds amazing! Can't wait to cuddle my the prettiest bae [TEXT FROM: HONEY ] and I need you to know I found a reason to live. That reason is you.. [TEXT FROM: HONEY ] and I found a reason to show the side of me you didn't know.. That reason is You! [TEXT FROM: HONEY ] the most beautiful beauty in whole world. Only mine. I love you. My perfection. See you tomorrow.

Author: Nad

Gif: X

Imagine: You're a girlfriend of Captain America and You need to tell him you're pregnant with Bucky.

Request from: Anonymous 

You knew everything will be changed.

You knew it since first second when you looked at the pregnancy test and you noticed 2 little lines. Fucking two little lines. And who would thought it’ll be caused only by.. wish for revenge?

It started in completely innocent way.

You were Captain's girlfriend. He loved you more than his own life. He would give you everything, only to cause a smile on your face. You had everything you could have wanted. Your all dreams came true by his side. You was appreciated, important, but the most important was that he loved you. He was your mainstay. Your whole world. You both were the happiest couple. You thought nothing will ever change it…

Unfortunately, after sometime, his work started to cause an anxiety in you. He was always gone, when you wanted to cuddle. He was gone, when you had your mood swings. Only because of that fucking work! You started to blame S.H.I.E.L.D about misunderstandings in your common relationship. Everything were annoying you. Especially his missions.. Those long days without him by your side always made you angry, sad, unappreciated. But everytime you wanted to talk about your anxiety with him, he was too busy to listen once again, how much you hate his job. He was a good man, who always wanted to help people. To serve his country and world. Sometimes, with sadness you had to admitted, that it looked like he forgot he has a girlfriend.

After some time you realized that you’re spending most of your time with his best friend, Bucky Barnes know as the Winter Soldier. He was always an enigma to you, his story was full of different emotions, mostly sad ones. But you really liked to listen about his adventures he gone through with Steve. And… he has shown you his interest. In some moment he was the one who cared if you're not in any need when Steve was away. He even few times helped you with some silly things in your flat. You really appreciated his effort… maybe too much.

And finally it had happened.

You went to a bed together. You’ve cheated on your beloved boyfriend. The most important person in your life. One-night stand turned into something more. It lasted almost a month. Until you haven’t realized you can’t do it anymore, because it’s highly unfair toward Steve. And toward Bucky also. So you just stopped meeting with him, you were trying to avoid his presence in your surroundings. But after some time you realized one more thing. Something was wrong.

You weren’t feeling good.  You were constantly tired, you started to be dizzy at mornings.. no! It can’t be that!, you were thinking to yourself. That was when you decided to make a test. And hell, it was positive. You were pregnant. With Bucky. Your whole world almost immediately collapsed. You couldn't lie to Steve any longer. Soon he would notice you were in pregnancy.

~~~~~~~~~

It was his second day at home. He was after a tough mission in Russia. They found a base of Hydra and Steve had been sent there to infiltrate that place. He succeed and now he had a week off.

“Honey, can we talk?!” He said loudly sitting in living room.

You were in kitchen, making coffee in his favorite mug. You felt kind of a cold knife stabbing your heart. You knew you had to tell him the truth. Before you went to the living room with two mugs, you put hands at your belly. It wasn’t visible yet, it was only beginning of third month. You took few deep breaths and went there.

Steve was sitting at the couch, watching news on TV. You placed his mug at the coffee table and you took a seat next to him with your glass. “Yes?” you asked.

Steve gave you a brief gaze before he spoke. “I feel there's a distance, something strange in your behaviour.”

You let out a loud sigh. You desperately needed to throw it all from you. “Yes.. Steve.. I don’t know what to tell you.. How to tell you..”

“Maybe start using words?” he couldn't help but chuckled softly. He stopped as he noticed you weren't laughing.

“Steve. I’m pregnant” you said biting your lips and chewing them a bit.

He blinked but smiled brightly. “It's a good news, honey!”

You took deep breath. “Steve..” tears started to form in your eyes. “It’s… It's not.. It’s not your baby…”

There was a silence for a while. He was only looking at you with cold eyes of his. No emotion was on his face.

“Who?” Only that word left his mouth.

You swallowed, turning head at side.

“I asked you a question!” you could easily see how mad he was.

You finally found a courage. “Bucky.”

It was a moment. You saw how his face is changing. And when you noticed that single tear running down over his cheek, your heart almost broke.

“S-Steve…” you whispered, covering mouth with hand. You realized how much you have hurt him. “God… baby.. please.. forgive me!” you whimpered sadly falling down on your knees and putting your hands at his thighs. “I’m so incredibly sorry.. I… I don’t have an explanation for what I have done to you… to us..” You were sobbing loudly, you let yourself to break down.

He didn’t push you away. Only tears were falling down over his cheeks as he was looking down at you. He was motionless. He didn’t say a single word.

You dared to raise your head and look at those big blue eyes of his. “Oh my God, Steve..” You couldn't help but shivered slightly, crying even more.

It wasn’t your plan to hurt him like that. To cause tears. To break his heart. You only wanted to be… exactly. What did you want to achieve? It was only a wish for revenge. You wanted to have someone who’ll adore you all time. Bucky gave have you his attention, but nothing more. And Steve? He gave you his unconditional love.

“I’m regretting this, Steve. If I could turn back time, I wouldn't did this again.. I betrayed your trust. I.. I’ll understand if you’ll decide to leave. I’m not worth your love” you mumbled quietly, not looking into his eyes.

Suddenly you felt a familiar touch. His hand slipped under your shivering chin and it forced you to look at him. Straight into those blue eyes..

“Love is being with your partner through all ups and downs. After all the difficult times we've made it through, I know that it doesn't matter what happens, you will stand by me and always be there through the good and the bad. And the same goes to you. I won't never leave you. We can go through it together. You did a mistake, like everyone. But I truly love you and nothing can change it. Nothing.”

You were looking at him, your eyes wide open. You started to cry more, almost screaming, from mix of relief and sadness. The man you love the most, forgave you. Just. You didn't know how to thank him.

“Steve… I didn’t deserve..”

He didn’t let you finish this sentence. He closed your mouth with a subtle kiss. “Shhh.. don't think about it anymore. You can’t take stress now. At least you’re expecting a baby.”

 That night you were talking till the midnight. You told him, what caused that you cheated on him. You were honest. He also apologized you that he didn’t notice you may have a feeling of solitude. At least he knew the truth. And that situation has only shown you, that you have the greatest man by your side. Who will love you not only in good times. But especially in a bad ones.

Author: Rouge

Gifs: X X

Imagine: Steve Rogers and Winter Soldier are babysitting your child

Request from:  Anonymous

"I'm telling you, you're doing this in a wrong way, Steve" Bucky exclaimed, rolling his eyes.

He and Steve were sitting in a house of their common friends, babysitting a little son of them.

Steve was trying to feed the baby using a little bottle with milk. The problem was the liquid was cold. Bucky sighed slightly, carefully talking the bottle out of Steve's hand. "Give it to me. He's going to be sick if you'll feed him with a cold milk!" brunette growled softly, putting the bottle into the pot filled with a warm water. "It shall has a room temperature."

Steve grinned, looking at his friend. "I didn't know you know that much about children" he pointed out, smirking.

Bucky only gave him a gaze above his shoulder, checking the milk temperature with his finger. "Nah. It's just an instinct.." he explained shortly, walking back to the living room. He sat down next to Steve and handles the bottle to the blonde.

Steve took it and started to feed baby again. This time baby boy chuckled, waving his little chubby hands, trying to catch Steve's fingers. Bucky giggled softly, watching that scene.

When the baby was fed, Steve carefully patted boy's back. Holding baby tight in his arms, Rogers walked to the kitchen to put the bottle into the sink. Bucky stretched his back, leaning himself against the back of the couch. Suddenly to his ear came a little sobbing. He looked at the side and noticed Steve, who was trying to calm baby down - little boy was crying now, greedily taking his breaths. "Oh, come on Steve, sing for him!" Bucky smirked happily, watching as his friend walked upstairs to put baby to the cradle.

***

Later, in the night, Bucky has beem awoken by a loud cry. Sleepy, he got out of the bed located in a guest room and he took his steps straight into a baby's bedroom. Little boy was crying aloud, a huge tears were falling down his cheeks. Man, as carefully as he was able to, took child into his arms. "Hey, baby boy.." he whispered in a soft voice of his. "Why are you crying?" Bucky gently grabbed little chubby finger to shake it a bit. It only caused a wave of giggles coming out of a little mouth of the boy. Bucky couldn't help but giggled too, starting to rock the baby and humming some Russian lullaby at the same time.

Finally, when boy fell asleep again and Bucky put him back into the cradle, he heard a soft voice behind his back. "That was incredibly sweet."

It was Steve. He was standing in a door frame, smiling brightly. Even in the dark, Bucky was able to see that sparks in on his friend's eyes. However he only nodded, smiling too. "I've been telling you. It's nothing more but instinct" brunette shrugged playfully, boxing Steve's side before he left the room.

Author: Beast

Gifs: X X

THE SILENT SHOUT || PART I

A/N: my best friend has been diagnosed as borderline. Currently I have an occasion to spend a lot of time with him, I am also a witness of his anxiety and panic attacks, of his rage outbursts and incertitude, which is overhelming him on and on. Looking at him one day a thought came up to my mind: if BPD can be caused by some traumatic experiences, maybe Bucky was suffering to similar symptoms also. After all things Hydra had done to him, I suppose he might likely suffered from this disorder. That’s why I decided to make a little series of bpd!Bucky. The story, all names, characters, and incidents portrayed in this production are fictitious. Based on a true events.

Words: 1624

Warnings: self harming, panic attack, bpd, angst, bpd!Bucky, sad!Bucky, depression, blood, graphic description of violence, swearing

Author: Rouge

It has been a week since he moved to your house.

From the very beginning you were more worried than happy about that idea of Steve. Despite your positive attitude towards Bucky, you good knew he may cause a lot of problems.

But on the other hand you understood what Steve has been going through for last couple of years. Notorious uncertainty, sadness, sorrow. He was a mess and you wanted to do anything to comfort him.

When you heard that Shield finally found Bucky, alive, you felt a deep relief. It meant the end of Steve’s mental pain. It meant that since then everything could have been seen only in a bright colors.

When Steve came to you with his idea of taking Bucky to your common house, you didn’t even try to hide your dissatisfaction. A lot of arguments had taken place then in between two of you. But finally Steve managed to melt your heart and you said yes.

However, keeping the good of your child in your mind, you ensured Steve that if something wrong will about to happen, you will move out, taking baby with you. He agreed on that little deal without blinking.

You had to reconcile with a fact your man was sharing his love at three, not only at two… It obviously was hurting you, sometimes Bucky seemed to be Steve’s number one, but you had to accept it. They were friends since childhood, they grew up together, they were fighting together, arm to arm. In such situation you could do nothing. You didn’t want to hurt Steve by your listlessness at Bucky’s problems. You knew that man went through a lot in his life. Like Steve, Bucky Barnes was only a pawn in that brutal game. Like everyone of you…

When you met him for the first time since 5 years, you were shocked.

He looked incredibly good, some bruises still could have been seen at his muscular arm and neck, few scars on his collarbones, a swollen jaw. But he looked good as for someone who has been tortured for months.

But something had changed and you easily felt that.

His eyes.

There were no more happiness in them. That beautiful blue eyes of his, which were glowing with a mischief sparks formerly, now were dark and bereft the will of life.

“Y/N! Can you hold the door please!?” Steve screamed aloud.

You got up from the leather sofa in living room and quickly went to open the door. As soon as you did, you saw several boxes and a bit of Steve’s bangs above them.

“Do you need help?” you asked amicably, opening doors as wide as you could.

“No, dear, just hold on them” Steve said. Slowly and carefully he passed through the threshold and put boxes down in the hallway.

You were observing him for a while, then you sight fell on someone standing in front of the door.

James Bucky Barnes.

Standing there dressed in a large black leather jacket, dark jeans and grey shirt, with a black hat on his head, Bucky slowly raised his chin and looked briefly into your eyes.

“Hi, Y/N” he gave you a small smile, a little wince appeared on his face.

“Bucky” you smiled happily, whispering his name and taking step back to make a space for him. “Come in, come in.”

Hesitantly he walked inside and then you closed the door behind him making sure they were locked.

“Follow me” you gave him another smile and you led him to the large living room.

 It was the biggest room in Steve’s house. One wall had windows and door leading to a big balcony. The room was painted in light orange mixed with lime. The floorboards were made of pear tree wood that had a nice, warm shade. There was a brownish carpet with an abstractive pattern in the middle of the room. Steve had fitted your common living room with stylish furniture. There was a big dark brown leather corner sofa on the left. It had light brow cushions. In front of it, there was an ebony coffee table with sculptured legs and edges. There also were two brown armchairs. The table were placed on the carpet. Next to the sofa, there was a tall lamp which metal parts were coloured patina gold. Opposite to the sofa there was a big plasma TV standing on a stand similar to the coffee table. Below the TV there was a black DVD player. Right to it, an ebony case with clouded glass doors could be found. There also was a small showcase where you put some books, films and wine glasses. Above the sofa there was a wide painting showing a stunning sunset on a seaside. The windows were decorated with a short white delicate curtain and fantasy yellow drape. On the windowsill, there standed a flowerpot with an orchid. Next to it there was a picture frame with a photo made on your vacation in Dubai. The room was really warm and cosy.

 “Do you want to drink something?” you asked politely when Bucky sat on the sofa. “Coffee, please…” he looked at you and took his hat off, placing it next to him.

 You walked to the kitchen and put a kettle on a stove. Suddenly you felt a pair of familiar strong hands at your slim waist.

“Thank you…” Steve whispered directly into your ear, leaning down to kiss your cheek from behind. “It means a lot not only to me, Y/N.” “I know, Steve” you gave a slight nod and slowly turned your head towards him so you could reach his rough lips and kissed them.

Steve hummed happily at the unexpected kiss, his grasp got tighten around your waist.

With an agile movement you slipped out of his arms, pecking his lips.

“He is my friend too, Steve” you said, pouring a boiling water to the cup with black coffee. “It was obvious I’ll say yes in a respond to your idea” you shrugged slightly. “I was and am still worried about Sebastian, our child.” you lifted your chin and sadly glanced at Steve.

He rubbed his chin.

“I know… But he is working on those… Outbursts..” Captain sighed deeply. “Okay. I will move boxes to his room. They are still blocking the passage through the corridor” he let out a quiet giggle before he left kitchen.

 You took a cup of coffee and came back to the living room.

“Here you go” you put the cup on the table, smiling at Bucky and taking a seat in one of the armchairs. “So… How are you, Buck? You look magnificent” you smirked warmly, crossing your legs.

“I’m doing good lately” he took a sip of coffee, humming in an approval of the bitter taste. “You’re a real coffee master, Y/N.”

You laughed shortly.

“Oh, thank you! Charming as always, Buck!” you winked at him.

He woke up in the middle of the night.

For a while he was laying motionless on his back, glaring up at ceiling.

Then he slowly got up. When he was walking towards bathroom, he could feel a chill at his bare legs and torso. He had only his black boxers on.

He entered the bathroom and carefully closed the door behind him, trying not to make any sounds which could woke you and Steve up.

Bucky stared at the scars lining his right wrist, observing it as if from a great distance. Other days he would count them and their meanings, one for every time they'd hurt him. Every time he hated himself for lying to people he loved. But it was so easy, too easy for him to promise them that he had taken the antidepressants.  And now, feeling the scars beneath his fingers, Bucky could picture it so vividly that he could feel each sharp intake of breath, each tear that slid from his pale skin. As the bathtub faucet ran cold water over his neck and the blade glowed crimson beneath his clumsy fingers, his head would tilt back, his mouth open in silent agony but also perverse joy, because he knew that he should not be feeling this, doing this, enjoying this as he did. And his anger exploded with each swift movement of the razor, his pain that so often destroyed him coating the floor of the tub in sickening contrast to the pale tile.  He remembered kneeling on this same floor, attacking his biceps until he could take it no longer and fell back, exhausted, against the bathroom cabinet. It was few weeks ago, when Steve agreed to doss him when he escaped the hospital run by Shield. The urge was so strong that he clenched his fists to keep from reaching for the blade. It was so tempting. So painfully tempting. Bucky thought desperately of his wrist again, aching to feel sadness for the delicate skin that he so readily destroyed. He forced his fingers to stay on the shining tiles, but so eager was he for the pain.. And he cut the skin once again, observing like a little stream of redness was pouring down, mixing with a cold water at his feet. He felt like his skin was burning under the touch of a cold razor, he felt a bit dizzy because of the blood which was flowing out of the cut. Bucky chuckled nervously, but it turned into breathless weeping. He stayed here as long as he had to, until the urge was gone. Because he had to fight this and he knew that. Because of the five words he kept repeating in his mind, kept vowing, swearing to himself. 

I won’t draw blood tonight. 

Longing For You || Steve Rogers x Reader Smut

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

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.”

Don’t Let Go || Part I

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

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?

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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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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The Assistant || Steve Rogers x Reader smut

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.”

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.

Abandoned House || Steve Rogers x Reader

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 ☺

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.”

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

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

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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The Last Breath || Steve Rogers x reader

Summary: Fight against Thanos takes a dramatic turn.

Warnings: Major character’s death, overall sadness.

Words: 1600

Request by: @herdofsambars

Authors: Rouge & Cass

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.

“Crystal…,” 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.

"Crystal… 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.”

“Crystal… Crystal, 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 Crystal, 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. “Crystal, 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. “Crystal, 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.

*********

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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The Blizzard || Steve Rogers x Reader Oneshot

Summary: Steve and Y/N are married and they deal with Steve’s PTSD. Steve, after snap of Thanos' fingers, has gotten it again but this time it hit him harder. In the winter scenery , reader does her best to calm her man down.

Warnings: none

Words: 1088

Request by: @porgswillrullgalaxymotherfucker

Authors: Rouge

In the blizzard there was no way to know which direction to go, the usual landmarks were hidden behind the white that swirled so densely.

You could feel you blood cool and your skin become icy. They shouldn't have come, not in this weather, but there was no other choice, Steve’s PTSD caught him harder than ever before.

Steve has always loved the flowers and the birds, loved the sunlight and the clouds that drift by. He has always loved the way the leaves move in a breeze and that soft whispering sound they make, like nature loves to chatter too. Yet the tiredness that begun a while ago remained like a veil over his skin, grey and cold. And as he watched the petals and the twigs that sway outside the window, there was only a creeping sorrow where there should be joy.

You, as Steve’s wife, were trying so hard to help him, yet failed. No doctor nor therapy were successful. Steve’s condition has gotten even worse in past three months.

It was when you’ve made a decision about leaving Washington. You’ve found a cozy cottage house near White Mountains,  New Hampshire. Gladly, Steve agreed on that idea, and soon you both were on your way.

And now, you were finishing a dinner, while Steve was laying on the couch, reading some book that you’ve discovered on the shelf in the little living room.

When you set everything on the table, you looked at Steve, smiling gently at him. “Darling, dinner’s ready.”

His eyes met yours, he simply nodded and closed the book, leaving it on the couch as he got up and took a seat at the opposite side of the table.

You were eating in the silence, from time to time Steve was looking up at you, remaining quiet.

Soon the dinner was finished, and you went to wash the dishes. You were surprised seeing, how Steve joined you in the kitchen and started wiping plates.

“How are you?” You asked slightly.

“It’s better. But I am not sure. Let’s just say it’s okay for now,” he responded, shrugging.

You couldn’t help but giggled loudly. “I just hope this place will help you get your strengths back, Steve,” you looked at him briefly, then focused on the dishes again. “It’s so calm and silent here, isn’t it?”

“Yes, it is, doesn’t it bother you, Y/N?” His voice became softer, Steve leant his hip against the kitchen counter, still wiping plates and putting them to the nearest cabinet.

“Me? No, not at all, actually I needed this after all that urban uproar, you know?” You stated simply.

Steve smirked a bit, and the conversation was over. It was still a good sign that he eventually was talking to you instead of running away…

*****************

It was late in the evening.

Steve looked out of the window at the blizzard. He watched a driveway disappear in the sure knowledge that he'd only have to dig it out again in the morning.

“It’s snowing. Again,” Steve admitted.

You raised your glance to look at him. “Don’t bother with it. We’re in the warm house, there’s nothing bad to happen,” you smiled, but you noticed how his facial expression has changed, so you put a papers you were filling aside and got up to approach him. “Steve… What’s wrong?” You put hand on his muscular shoulder. “Are you feeling fine?”

As soon as you touched him you felt, how tensed his muscles were. He was about having another anxiety attack, you good knew this.

“Hey, handsome, come here,” you slipped your palm to his, tangling your fingers together as you pulled him to the couch.

You sat down, so did he. His steel blue eyes found yours, and the only thing you saw in them was sadness. A huge sadness.

“Steve,” your voice was nothing more but a whisper, “It wasn’t your fault. No one could have saved them. No one,” you claimed.

Steve put his face in his hands, he was sobbing slightly. And suddenly he shouted out loudly: “There are days when my head just doesn't work! I try so hard to focus and it's like trying to run through water. My brain fogs up and thoughts go nowhere at all. Sometimes I think its natures anesthesia, anything to numb the pain, to wipe out the trauma. Then there are the times of clarity, sudden moments when I can see every detail and feel every feeling. The trigger can be anything...,” Steve explained quietly, “And I see those faces over and over again. I could have saved them…,” he was breathing hard, he paled on his face.

You lowered your head. Truth was that you also were having very difficult time lately, but you wanted to stay strong, for him.

“At the start I hoped it was a process to wipe out the bad memories, to stop me reliving them to well-meaning askers. Now I know it's not so simple,” Steve added, looking at you. “I don’t know if I will survive all this, Y/N.”

He laid his back down, placing his head on your lap, and you smiled. You started playing with his bangs, gently scratching his nape with other hand.

Steve closed his eyes and purred lazily. “I don’t know what I’d do without you, Y/N,” man declared openly. “I’d be already gone…”

“Shush, Mr Rogers,” you leant down to place a kiss to kiss forehead.

Steve hummed softly and moved a bit, so his lips met yours as he gave the kiss back. “It’s you who makes me calm everytime,” he opened his eyes, looking up at you.

You chuckled a bit and booped his nose with your index finger. “I’ve told you a thousand times – it’s gonna get better. It just takes time to heal. Like a wound,” you tangled your fingers in his bangs, and Steve reached his hand out to caress your cheek.“You know, I like this cold. Cold is good if you are warm inside, just the same as we love ice in the summer time,” he laughed shortly. “Even on the coldest days of winter the sun is bright in the sky, bringing a bit of joy to my heart. Even now, when we can’t go back to the world that we knew before.”

You smiled. “That’s good, Steve. I’m happy you’re getting better,” you said, looking at the fire that was cracking in the fireplace. “We’ll make through it, I promise.”

And it was still snowing outside.

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Venom To The Rescue || Venom x Reader + Avengers

Summary: Venom has saved the world even if he didn't give a shit about it.

Warnings: none

Words: 2486

Requests: @ihavealwayslovedcass

Authors: Cass & Rouge

A/N: One bite per day keeps Thanos away :D ~Cass

Eddie had enough of sitting in the office as much as you so he decided it was time for a camping. Both of you took a few days off, packed all stuff that were needed and headed to the camping spot.

It was a nice summer night. Eddie was sitting in front of the fire, frying some marshmallows on his stick. "You will love it, V. They are just as good as chocolate. Sweetheart! You are done in this tent? We... I mean.. I miss you here," Eddie said looking over his shoulder.

"Minute! I just need a minute! I can't find my hairbrush! Did you pack it as I asked?!," you screamed out of tent.

Venom formed himself from Eddie's back and laid his chin on man's shoulder sniffing viciously. "It doesn't smell nice. You burnt them, Ed. If you think we're gonna eat some burnt marshmallows, you're fucking mistaken, we tell ya."

Eddie rolled his eyes. "You said the same thing five minutes ago, Y/N, your hairbrush should be in my backpack!" Then he looked annoyed at Venom and shook his head. Eddie took a new stick and impaled two marshmallows on it, he put it in Venom's mouth. "Here, make your own, Master Chef."

Venom formed a hand and shifted it more into campfire, without complaining this time.

"I've found it!" After a moment you joined them sitting onto Eddie's lap. "Oh, V! You do it by yourself!"

Venom narrowed his eyes. "He made us do this."

"Well, he had no other choice. He didn't like mine so he has to do it by himself," Eddie giggled and looked at you. "Come here sweetheart, I want to cuddle with you."

As soon as you joined Eddie, he wrapped one arm around you and pulled you closer. "I love this camping already, even Venom won't destroy my mood. Just me and you," Eddie purred and nuzzled to your hair. "Hey, how about a walk?"

You brushed his cheeks and cupped his face to place a passionate kiss to his lips. But when you two were kissing, something slick and cold sneaked between your faces. It was no one else but Venom. "And we. We all are Venom!," he stated proudly and gave a lick to you and to Eddie.

Eddie blinked, growling annoyed. He already started to mentally count to ten to calm down.Eddie let out a deep sigh. "Y/N? So what with our walk, shall we?," he asked getting up and offering you his hand.

You grabbed his palm smiling. "Sure. We can get a round."

Venom growled quietly and hid himself.

"I swear, if you will be calm for this walk I will buy you a box o chocolate bars," Eddied said mentally to Venom and quickly pulled you with him.

The night was warm and calm, you two walked slowly. "This place is nice, right?," Eddie smiled at you.

Your arm was wrapped around his waist. "Yes. I like it. It's nice here, away from the civilization. It's nice to be here, to clear mind, breathe with fresh, clean air," you whispered.

Eddie nodded. "No work, no problems, just me, you... and Venom,” he laughed softly and pulled you closer to himself. "I needed something like this."

You two walked for a few more minutes simply enjoying your time together. Talking and joking was enough until you pulled Eddie's attention away from the chat.

"Hmmm? Did you hear that?," you asked carefully stopping within a step. "I bet I heard something. In the brushes. Nearby."

Venom formed himself once again and his eyes narrowed. "There, footprints," he pointed his formed hand in east direction. "Check it, Ed... Maybe it's something to eat..."

Eddie let out a loud sigh and stroked his hair, looking at Venom, then at you.  "I don't know, these can be footsteps of some tourists. I mean, this place is popular." Eddie though few minutes."What do you think, Y/N?"

"I think... We should go back to tent... I don't like it," you said squeezing Eddie's hand.

But Venom had opposite idea. He covered Eddie's body and smirked viciously at you. "C'mon, pussy. We're gonna check it. We smell a meal. And we're hungry, fucking hungry." After these words Venom grabbed your hand and pulled you right behind him, straight into the bushes.

Eddie used his whole will straight to fight Venom back this time. He hated when this was happening, Venom was always taking over his body without even little warning.

When Venom let go of Eddie's body, you and he stood in front of a big human-like creature with purple skin.

Eddie slowly pulled you behind him.

You trembled and squeezed man's palm strongly. "Let's go back, Eddie... I don't like it..."

The mystery person or creature was no one else than Thanos himself. He turned to you and Eddie."Humans! Bow to your new ruler before I will liberate you from your biggest problem!"

Eddie blinked completely scared. It was talking and apparently, it was talking to him. "V.... one of your buddies?," he asked.

Venom formed the head next to Eddie's. "No, pal. We don't know this purple turd."

You pulled man's hand trying to run away. "Eddie," you whispered.

"Ey, motherfucker, who are ya?," Venom tilted his head narrowing his white eyes.

Eddie hushed you and pulled you behind his back, at last he had Venom to protect you and him.

Thanos looked at Venom with a frown."I am..."

His words were interrupted by another voice.

"Yea, yea! You are Thanos and you came to get stones and destroy us but you know what big, purple buddy? Not today."

It was Iron Man, Tony Stark himself in the company of Avenger's Quinjet.

"Are you okay, kids?," Iron Man asked before landing on the ground, other Avengers joined him soon.

Venom's eyes got wider as he tilted head from left to right few times. He poked Eddie's cheek. "Who they?," he asked. "You know 'em? Are they your stupid colleagues from work that we don't know about, huh?"

You nuzzled to Eddie's back panting in horror. The entire situation was too complicated for you to handle. It had to be a calm camping, for fuck's sake!

"Don't worry, we'll handle it," strong voice said. It was no one else but Captain America himself. He got out of the Quinjet, Black Widow and Thor followed him. "Tony," he nodded at Iron Man and then moved the glance of his steel blue eyes on you, Eddie and Venom, frowning a bit as he spotted the symbiote.

Venom poked Eddie's cheek. "Say something, mr reporter. Protect us. These are strangers. The blond one looks appetizing though..."

Eddie shook his head. "I don't know them personally but they are Avengers. Heroes are here. We are safe and Venom, you won't eat Captain America," he frowned looking at symbiote.

Tony nodded. "Hey there, I see that American ass and the crew joined us so we can start."

Thanos laughed deeply. "You!? What are you gonna do? Beat me to death with this pathetic freesbie? I will destroy you all."

"Yeah, you wish this, big purple mister…," Tony wasn't able to finish his sentence.

Venom observed the entire scene carefully. He turned his formed head to look at Thanos. He was stending only few feets from him. Well, Eddie once said "you can eat bad guys". And if we cannot eat that tasty booty of Captain America... We're gonna do a quick check, he thought to himself frowning. Symbiote glared back at Thanos, measuring him from the bottom to the top.

Bad guy look - check.

Has bad intentions - check.

Looks like a thing possible to eat, namely a plum - check.

Threatened Eddie, Y/N, ans these people dressed like for the masquerade - check.

Hunger - DOUBLE CHECK.

Before anyone could react, Venom overtook Eddie's body, took a large step towards Thanos and simply ate his head off, decapitating Mad Titan within blink of an eye.

"OH MY FUCKING SHIT JESUS CHRIST!," Tony yelled took completely off guard, even his helmet opened to make sure he wasn't hallucinating.

Others were just as shocked as Tony was.

At this point Eddie was fully happy that Venom took control without warning, at last, he was sure that the love of his life was safe from... Whoever or whatever it was.

"LANGUAGE, STARK," Captain snapped angrily looking at Venom in disbelief. "Did you just... What the hell!"

Venom smiled widely. "We're Venom. And we were hungry. You look tasty, too. Especially that butt of yours, so juicy. But wait. I need that purple lungs and liver, I bet they'll be more tasty than his purple head. It didn't taste like plum."

"Language, Rogers!," Tonny yelled using Steve's voice. "Exactly, WHAT THE HELL?! IT WAS OUR JOB!,” he said.

Natasha listened to Venom and shook her head. "I am getting sick, I go back to Quinjet,” she said and turned around to leave. Others followed her, leaving Cap and Iron Man alone with you and Venom.

"See? Even... this thing says you have a nice ass," Tony said looking at Steve.

Steve blushed and made a mad grimace whilst looking at Tony.

Venom was eating Thanos' body, part after part, swallowing flesh like a starving lion that hunted a prey. "We aren't a thing, dumbass, we're Venom," symbiote reminded with mouth full of flesh. After a while he hid himself leaving Eddie kneeling next to dead corpse of Mad Titan.

You watched the scene and fainted with gasp escaping your parted lips. Steve rushed to you to support you from falling onto dusty ground.

Eddie groaned and shook his head. "Oh my God.. I'm gonna be sick," he looked at the corpse and quickly moved away. "What happened?"

"What happened is that I just filled my armor with my breakfast. WHAT THE HELL and don't even try, Rogers!," Tony warned before finishing, "WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!"

Eddie smiled softly and got up from the ground."Uhm... Well, some time ago I caughed this parasite and it kinda takes over my life," he shrugged and quickly moved to you. "Y/N? Sweetheart, it's okay now."

Steve was holding you into his strong arms, his blonde bangs fell onto his forehead. "She's fine, it was... A bit too much for everyone, pal," he explained carefully handling you to Brock. "The parasite you say? You do realize that this parasite has just killed Earth's greatest threat?," Steve gazed at Tony with helpless grimace. "I think this thing has just gotten our work done," he shrugged.

Venom formed his head next to Eddie's smiling widely. "Oh, hi there, America's greatest ass. You look tastier from such a short distance."

Tony rubbed his face. "Yea... I think so, Cap, let's just go before he eats you too. I think I need to go and take a nap. The sleep deprivation isn't good for me. Thanks for the help... whoever you are."

Eddie looked at Venom and smile, holding you close. "I need to say this was a good job, V, for once a good job," he petted Venom's head before picking you up in bridal style. "Well, I think we should go back to camp, but I have question. Can I, Captain?"

Steve nodded hesitantly, he took a step backward to avoid the possibility of being eaten by Venom who was petted by Eddie but still glared at him with tongue licking his fangs.

"Well, if you and the whole team are here already, could you give me an interview? I am a reporter." Eddie smiled.

Tony rolled his eyes. "Reporter with head-eating parasite and I though that God of Thunders is weird,” he commented.

Venom turned his head towards Stark. "Hey, sardine in the can? If ya have problem with Eddie, ya have a problem with us. We'll be your nightmare. Eddie, you ran blood tests lately and you had a low level of iron. We can eat this metal turd to keep your iron level at norm, what do you think?"

"We don't eat avengers, V." Eddie said with a frown. "Remember? No eating good guys."

"Exactly! We are good guys, suck me, parasite," Tony barked. "Cap, please? Give a kid an autograph and let's go home."

"Well...," Steve put hand on Eddie's shoulder. "I think we owe you this at least. If you'll promise me that your strange friend won't eat any of us," Steve smirked at Brock.

Parasite immedietely moved his head to Steve hand. "Pet, pet?," he asked.

Steve, as carefully as it was possible petted symbiote's head. "Yeah, you did a... God job. And well, you saved the world and entire universe."

Venom smiled licking Eddie's cheek. "You see, Ed, and you try to tell us what our hunger sets you in trouble constantly. But as you see, the troubles were eaten off."

Eddie smiled and sighed. "Okay! sometimes you are useful." Eddie nodded and looked at Captain. "That would be great! I will contact you when I will be back at work, okay?"

Steve smiled at man. "No problem."

Meantime you opened your eyes. Venom noticed it and instinctively nuzzled to you whispering. "We had just gotten Eddie a new job, he'll interview that bootylicious blonde man."

"Hey, sleeping beauty,”  Eddie smiled at you and kissed your forehead. "Venom is right. The newspaper will have an exclusive interview with Captain America himself."

"Captain, Captain?," Venom moved head to Steve.

"Uhm, yeah?"

"Tell your iron pal that we keep our eye on him," Venom added.

Tony was pretty irritated at this point. "Yea, sure, whatever. See you in the tower, Cap,” he muttered and quickly left.

Eddie sighed. "I think all of us should head back home, it's late,” man said and looked at Venom and then back at you. "Who is tired?"

Steve greeted Brock and followed Tony to Quinjet.

Venom shook his head. "We're not but we'd like few of those marshmallows that have left in a pack. And you see, we came to this world on purpose. And this was it. We came to eat all of your and Y/N's problems. Additionally Earth's problems too. And you call us a parasite. You lack gratitude, pal."

"You can't always eat our problems, V,” Eddie sighed and looked at Venom. "But thank you and you will get all the marshmallows of the world."

Venom nuzzled to Eddie's neck. "Ya know. We love you, pal. Though your lungs smell good, we would never ever eat you. You're one of us. Till the end of the world. Or until you'll starve us to the point we won't be having other choice than to eat you."

"I love you too, V. Thank you," Eddie said and looked at you in his arms. "And we love Y/N too," he told you and kissed your forehead.

“So?,” Venom poked man's head. “Move your fat butt, Brock. We're still hungry.”

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