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Memory Loss [1]: Found

Series Title:  Memory Loss

Chapter Title: Found

Author:  Mimi @captain-rogers-beard

Summary:  You find Captain America unconscious deep in the mountains. Despite your need to hide from the world and all the craziness that helping a superhero could bring into your life, you take him back to your cabin, tend to his wounds, and wait for him to regain consciousness. Because once he does, he can go back to his life and you can go back to yours. Right?

Characters:  Steve Rogers, Female Reader

Square Filled:  Steve’s Helmet

Word Count:  1530

Warnings:  canon typical injuries, mentions of blood, blood loss, 

Author’s Notes:  Written for @star-spangled-bingo​ and SSB 2020. This will be a series. The idea for this came from my friend @ackeviddlestan​.

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Memory Loss [2]

Series Title:  Memory Loss [2]

Chapter Title:  Lost

Author:  Mimi @captain-rogers-beard

Summary:  Steve discovers a lot of things have changed. 

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Characters:  Steve Rogers, Female Reader, Bucky Barnes (mentioned)

Square Filled:  Steve’s List

Word Count:  1585

Warnings:  angst, memory loss, mentions of wounds, some language

Author’s Notes:  Written for @star-spangled-bingo​​ and SSB 2020

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Memory Loss [3]

Series Title:  Memory Loss [3]

Chapter Title: Funny How Things Work Out

Author:  Mimi @captain-rogers-beard​

Summary:  You try to figure out what you’re going to do with Captain Steve Rogers. Steve’s memories appear to be returning.

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Characters:  Steve Rogers x Female Reader

Square Filled:  Snuggling in Bed

Word Count:  1527

Warnings:  angst, lost memories, 

Author’s Notes:  Written for @star-spangled-bingo​​ and SSB 2020.

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Memory Loss [4]: Not Yet

Series Title:  Memory Loss [4]

Chapter Title:  Not Yet

Author:  Mimi @captain-rogers-beard

Summary:  Steve’s memories are coming back faster than he can process them.

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Characters:  Steve Rogers x female reader (eventual)

Square Filled:  Hologram

Word Count:  1828

Warnings:  Slight angst, angry Steve

Author’s Notes:  Written for @star-spangled-bingo​ and SSB 2020. #SSB2020

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All I Want-part 5

Masterlist

Characters- Professor! Rogers x Reader

Word Count- 2.9k

Warnings- Just some angsty feels. 

Author’s Note- Sorry this took so long. Life is life. Moving houses is not easy and getting back into writing was hard. No smut this time. Next time we’ll make some progress. 

Sitting at your desk, your teeth chattered and body shivered from the bone-deep chill that still clung to your skin. Your clothes hung on hooks dripping onto a towel on the floor.

You stared at the screen before you, trying to concentrate on your last paper. All you had to do was correct this, finish a presentation, and you would be done until finals.

But visions of long legs and blonde hair kept intruding on your thoughts, making attending to your task near impossible. Of course, she was the type of person he would be with. Sophisticated. Elegant. What were you compared to her?

Your own parents merely tolerated you. Why would Professor Rogers be any different? He could have any woman he wanted. Why would he want a college student who couldn’t even declare a major?

Closing your laptop, you promised yourself to finish your corrections tomorrow. Climbing into bed, you shivered as you pulled the covers high over your shoulders, ignoring the warm tears that flowed to your pillow.

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Steve sat across the table from Yvonne who sipped delicately at her white wine. His literary agent for over a year, she had helped him shop for a publisher and editor after he had proposed his book idea to her. He probably could have gotten published on his name alone but wanted to make sure his books fell into the right hands. And that those hands didn’t take advantage of him, his name, and his reputation.

“Well now that we’ve got all the chit chat out of the way…Don’t make me hunt you down again. It’s not like you to ignore my calls.” She stared intently, waiting for a reply.

She was right. It wasn’t like him. But neither was asking her to come to his office. He knew she would track him down if he ghosted her. “You’re right. I apologize. It was rude and thoughtless. I guess the end of the semester and deadlines just got to me.” He cut into his food, taking a bite into his mouth.

“Really?” Her eyebrows raised. “You sure it doesn’t have anything to do with your little go-for today? She looked like I killed her puppy.”

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Memory Loss [5]: Questions Asked and Answered

Title:  Memory Loss [5]: Questions Asked and Answered

Author:  Mimi @captain-rogers-beard

Summary:  You explain to Steve why you don’t want anyone to find you.

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Characters:  Steve Rogers x female reader

Square Filled:  Free Square

Word Count: 

Warnings:  angst, talk of a marriage gone bad, 

Author’s Notes:  Written for @star-spangled-bingo​ Thank you, as always, for reading. You guys are the most amazing followers anyone could ask for.

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Non-Sequential // Masterlist

Pairing: Pre-Serum Steve Rogers/Steve Rogers x Reader

One night, Steve Rogers met a beautiful dame named Y/N. He hadn’t intended on letting her get away. But fate had other ideas. Y/N appeared and disappeared in his life so hauntingly that Steve started to wonder if she was an angel meant to watch over him. 

A/N: Inspired by the film The Time Traveler’s Wife. But not one of those fics that just literally rips off the whole movie and plugs in characters where they please. 

Prologue // Chapter 1 // Chapter 2 // Chapter 3 // Chapter 4 // Chapter 5 // Chapter 6 // Chapter 7 // Chapter 8 // Chapter 9 // Chapter 10 // Chapter 11 // Chapter 12 // Chapter 13 // Chapter 14 // Chapter 15 // Chapter 16 // Chapter 17 // Chapter 18 // Chapter 19 // Chapter 20 // Chapter 21 // Chapter 22 // Chapter 23 // Chapter 24 // Chapter 25 // Chapter 26 // Chapter 27 // Chapter 28 // Chapter 29 //

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Non-Sequential Headcanons & Asks

I DO NOT DO TAGLISTS.

Leave Me Be ( Former Steve Rogers x Reader ; Bucky x reader)

Hello people of Tumblr ! I’m Hazel and i’ve been a tumblr user for quite awhile, but i’ve decide to give it a try and post some content. I’ve always love letting my imaginations run wild and then pour them into stories. If not these imaginations can sometimes shift into noises. So this is my first original post and my story. i hope you enjoy and love my idea as much as i do. However, you don’t have to be mean if you don’t like. If you like this story and want me to continue, please please please don’t be shy and feel free to reach out to me because i love connecting with those who enjoy and share the same idea/ content as i do. I was planning on turning this story into many chapters and post them on Wattpad. 

The reason i poured this idea into story is because as silly as it sounds i haven’t been able to move on from Avengers: End Game since Captain America: The Winter Soldier. I love Steve Rogers, I felt in love with him since Captain America : The First Avenger so when i watched End Game in theatre, i was utterly emotional when Steve didn’t come back, and i had to restrain myself from crying. Crying because why threw his friendship and team under the bus just to save his best friend but then eventually left him and also happy that he’d finally get his own happily ever after that he’d been yearning for. 

So i decided what if during those years when Steve lived in the present days, he had a long term relationship but left her because of the fairytale he had always wanted. I know i made it sounds like Steve is very selfish but i’m trying to work with the original story line. I mean where’s the fun in changing the story aight? And also this bish right here is a sucker for hopeless romantic and angsty angst. So if you are like me, i welcome you with open arms :) Personally, i think this is a more realistic reaction towards the situation and i tried to put myself in her shoes and imagine how i’d react when someone i trust with all my heart for so many years leave me just like that. PLEASE DON’T BE MEAN IF YOU DON’T LIKE THIS. 

UPDATE : Chapter 2 has finally been released. XOXO, Hazel. 

Disclaimer: Very angst ( for the author, but maybe not for y’all readers out there); horrible grammatical error. English is definitely not my first language

Characters: Former Stever Rogers x Reader ; Bucky x reader

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Words can’t even describe the ache and the feeling of emptiness in my heart. The sound of rain pitter patter fail to soothe my aching soul and mind. Hands holding the book whilst staring down and eyes scanning at the same sentence repeatedly and still incapable of fathoming it. My mind is fully occupied with all the memories I have spent with him but can’t cease replaying the same scene again.. and again..

First day of everything is always nerve wrecking whether it be school, college, and work…

Groaning internally, today happens to be both, first day of university AND work…

Just my luck...

Both hands trying to balance out the tray which hold beverages that were filled full to the brim. Sighing in annoyance and wondering to myself why on earth they always have to fill it to the brim considering there might be some little spillage and causing nuisance to both customer and the waitress. Maneuvering myself through tables whilst trying to poise the tray. Eyes scouring from one table to another while delivering the refreshments to the designated customers and caught on a sight of a particular man who didn’t seem to belong in this period. His appearance, body language and style were considerably outdated.. Hmm.. That’s a tad too harsh I guess, maybe old-fashioned to say the very least. Adorning in white and brown checkered shirt, covered by a seemingly vintage reddish brown leather jacket, sandy blonde hair parted to the side. Or maybe he was just a vintage avid.

Catching brief glimpses of his face every now and then, when he looked up from his sketch book, he turned out to be a very decent looking man regardless of his outdated fashion. A pair of nicely groomed eyebrow, high nose bridge, prominent and sturdy jawline, and an irresistible pink plump lips. Wrinkles formed between his eyebrows indicating that he was fully engrossed in his sketch.

Walking towards the beverage counter to replace the tray with coffee pitcher to offer refill and my eyes instantly felt upon the table that was occupied by the blonde man considering his coffee mug was desperately in need of refill. However, he seemed to be very oblivious of it. I decided to approach his table.

“Hello sir, would you like me to refill your coffee? “

“Oh! Erhm… sure”, he looked up from his sketch book briefly and etched on the paper was the realistic looking café and vicinity from his outlook.

I couldn’t help but interrupted his train of thought, “that’s a wonderful sketch you did there sir...”

Then he looked up to me, smiled sheepishly and said “erhm.. Thanks, I guess it helps me familiarize with the place. I’m quite new to the area.”

I felt bad for prying even though I didn’t mean to, so I apologized.

“I’m sorry… didn’t mean to pry on your work.”

Then I made the biggest mistake of looking into that pair of ocean blue eyes. There was laced with lost beneath those warm blue eyes as if a part of him was missing.

Those blue eyes…

Those blue eyes feels like home.

It felt like home for 8 years…

Whenever I am feeling low, I look into those eyes and I’d feel at ease.

Now staring into the glass window, I see fat droplets of rain drop sliding down the glass but that perspective gradually distorted into my own reflection. My own pair of eyes staring back at myself. Cold, void, broken and utterly lost. Tears gliding down my cheeks and slowly turning into sobs. How dare he just leave me behind after those 8 years we have been through together and move on with a past phantom whom he came across when collecting those stones. Those 8 years relationships are gone, just like that. Just the thought of that triggers my mind even more. Shoulder shudders from failing to muffle my own cry.

A week has gone by and I am still struggling to get my own shit together…

Shit…

Even such word reminds me so much of him. The thought of saying that word out loud makes me chortle darkly, Steve never fails to retort to those who swear like drunken sailors including me, not that I swear a lot but sometimes it’s more of a force of habit per se. He would always give me the disapproving look with a glint of mischief within those ocean blue eyes whenever those words chortled out of my lips.

A week after Steve left his shits behind, everyone seems to find a way to move on as time passes, everyone but me … and Bucky, his best friend since childhood.

The one he promised till the end of the line…

The one he saved while throwing friendships and teamwork under the bus just so he could save his god damn so called best friend since childhood.

After all those sacrifices he made, he left Bucky just like that.

It boils my blood just the thought it. Even with all those horrendous experiences Bucky had gone through, he handled them surprisingly well. Much better than me. I thought to myself that maybe he’d gotten used to such harsh predicament and reality…

Drying my tears with the edge of my, his, dark blue oversized cardigan sleeve. Head pounding from straining too much tears. Forcing my legs to stand and stripping myself to only thin camisole and panties. Laying upon the cold king size bed in a fetal position, back facing his side of the bed and facing the huge glass window staring into the void.

The feeling of cold, empty bed somehow bring me into tears again. Whimpers slowly turned into chocked sobs … then eventually giving in and bawling my eyes out, heart continues to wrench and shrivel.

Recalling back to those moments where everyone would throw me pity smiles, empathy hugs when walking past them. Clint, the ever wonderful man, offered me to move in with his family because he knew how it felt to lose your other half. But I turned down considering it would be fiddly to live under the same roof with a wholesome family and constantly feeling like a burden to them.

Eventually Bruce encouraged Bucky to move in with me considering Bucky happened to not have a place to stay after he was tracked down and constantly being on the run with Steve and Sam when he was accused of taking the live of the late Wakandan King and being hunted down. Bruce figured we would try to help each other to heal or at least ease the pain considering we were very close to Steve. I wanted to declined, because even looking at Bucky painfully reminds me so much of Steve. But I didn’t have the guts to do so, unlike him. So I agreed half-heartedly and tried to move on.

I didn’t even bother to budge when I heard the soft creaking of door opening, knowing fully well who it is. Heart wrenching sobs slowly subsiding into mere whimper. Footsteps softly padded towards the bed, then the bed dipping next to me. Bucky’s human arm carefully and protectively enclosed over my waist, chin rested upon my head, chest pressed against my back, his umpteen attempts within this week trying to soothe my gnawing pain in my heart.

“H-h-he’s not coming back, is he? Did that prick even try second guessing his decisions?” I whispered, still trying to muster up all the strength that’s left in every fibre of my body, tears wetting my pillow.  

“I’m sorry, Doll… “

Doll… even the pet name reminded me of Steve, he would sometimes call me Doll, but Sweetheart more often than not.

“I tried talking some sense into him, but he was very adamant of his decision. That punk…I’m really sorry…” he murmured softly, his voice tinted with despair.

“Doll… tell me what to do… I can’t bear seeing you breaking apart like this and I am running out of ways to numb your pain…” nose buried in my hair, inhaling while tightening his hold over my miniscule body.

A pregnant pause lingered before sucking in as much air as if my life depends on it whilst sniffling.

“I wish I never even met him… If I never knew him, none of this would happen and I wouldn’t be weeping like crazy weakling… Sometimes I wish I was one of you guys, one of the Avengers team, so my mind doesn’t have to constantly wonder off and compare myself with Peggy every night when I sleep next to Steve in this very bed...”

“Doll… don’t-“

“I knew this would happen from the beginning when he told me about the time heist excursion, trekking down the past. And I was right… Sometimes I would caught him by accident looking at Peggy’s picture that’s tucked in his compass but I was trying to be a good partner, so I remained silent, pretended it didn’t happen and dismissed it. But it happened more often when it’s nearing the time travelling mission, as if he was hoping …expectantly… “sighing hopelessly as grief and anger slowly consumed my thought, my voice quivering while tears started to form again, blurring my sight. And so I continued to ramble while Bucky continued to listen attentively.

“I mean who wouldn’t want to be with Peggy? I am certain she such a strong woman in her time, I guess your time as well. Working alongside the opposite gender in the army when female were scrutinized even for voicing their own opinions at that time. One time I tried to beg Tony into recruiting me as part of the team while Steve was at a mission in D.C after I learnt about Peggy …because I know he would be against it and disappointed in me for thinking such way. Alas, Tony hesitantly dismissed me, saying it wasn’t his place to make the decision considering Steve was the Head of the team, the Captain. And he also said Steve would love me regardless of my status as a civilian. I refused to believe him, but what options did I have? Nick Fury would never take me seriously, thinking that it might be merely silly infatuation over Captain America and wouldn’t take matter seriously in the long run. So I thought why not give it a rest for a year or two and maybe eventually I’ll forget about it considering I was only 21, freshly graduated from university a year earlier with a GPA of cum laude, very optimistic with the future laid ahead of me. I figured if I couldn’t be as strong as Peggy maybe I could be smarter than her, so at least I have something to pride on.” My face broke into bitter smile while reminiscing the memory.

“I was 18 when I first met Steve. Freshly graduated from high school and went straight to university. I was such an optimistic kid, head filled with high hopes and dreams. I started working at a local coffee shop in New York on my first day of university, that’s where I met Steve. The way he look at his surrounding with those blue eyes studying his vicinity was very adorable… like a lost puppy. After that encounter, we remained friends … and then close friends… because we decided I was too young for anything other than friendship. So we kept our friendship tight for 2 years. By the time I reached 20, I was eager to be more than friends, I’d constantly left subtle hints here and there, and eventually he got the clue but he insisted he was not the right man for me. He said I was young, beautiful and pure why go for a man like him. I practically burst into tears right then and there due to the rejection and humiliation, so I begged him to at least give me a chance… to prove him wrong…That jerk left me hanging for a week then came back banging on my door in the middle of the night while I was studying for finals, looking like lost puppy with those big blue eyes begging for forgiveness for giving me the cold shoulder.” I chuckled grimly.

“I was so annoyed, angry and ready to give him the boot, but how could I say no to those blue eyes looking like a lost sick puppy. He finally decided to give it a shot and said he did feel the same way from the very beginning ever since we grew closer but had to restrain himself from doing so because he thought it was inappropriate for an old man to chase after a much younger woman. But I didn’t care, I swear I was over moon that day… I couldn’t even focus on my study anymore. Sometimes I wondered to myself whether I coerced him into this relationship or…”

“Doll… stop thinking such way… stop thinking so low of yourself…” Bucky interrupted.

“But…”

“He wouldn’t be coming looking for you in the MIDDLE of the night for nothing… Trust me on this one, doll. I’ve known him since childhood, even better than himself… I’m sure he loved you and just needed a little push, maybe he didn’t feel confident at that time. He could be very self-conscious at times considering of his past self and constant rejection from women…”

The more I walked down the memory lane, the more painful I felt, heart twisted and wrenched.

“H-h-how…how did you deal with it? “

“Deal with what, Doll?”

“The feeling of being given false hope, disappointment… that he promised to be with you till the end of the line…”

“It’s… upsetting.” Bucky hesitated, worry that he might worsen the situation if he continued so he just remain and basking in the silence.

“I think of ending my life sometimes… because I’d rather die than living but suffering a gut-wrenching heartache in a long term…”

“No, Doll. Please don’t…” Bucky shushed in my ear, his embrace tighten even more, cheek pressed against my head.

“I-i-i-it h-h-h-urts, Buck… it hurts…He’s my first love, first kiss and…” my shoulders began to shake, eventually my whole body shuddered from chocking sobs.

“I know, Doll. But I promise you’ll get through it, I promise to be with you every step of the way. We will get through it. I am not going anywhere. I am not going to walk out this door, not until you kick me out because you’re so sick of looking at my face. You have my word, Doll. I am staying.” Bucky tried lulling me to sleep.

I couldn’t care less about anything. The sound of harsh rain was the only thing I could pay attention to, ironically it matched my mood, the more my heart felt torn, the heavier it rained…

Chocking sobs gradually dispersed into soft whimpers. My eyes were heavy, I felt my breath gotten shallow. Eventually, darkness engulfed my sight. Hoping that I would wake up from this nightmare.

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the best days are sunny [ 3/8 ]

pairing—steve rogers x barista!reader

summary—steve hasn't made a move yet and neither have you, both of you enjoy the growing friendship first

warnings—pure fluff, the platonic side of sunny and steve, the friends in friends to lovers

a/n—Captain America would definitely be part of your history curriculum classes if you were in the mcu

also I guess their in D.C.???

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Eating cake for breakfast, a delicacy Steve could never imagine he would be able to experience due to growing up in poverty. The experience felt extra special knowing the cake was given by you.

Steve's in a good mood, he hummed the tune of the song that was playing by the radio he bought as he attacked his second slice of cake. He didn't worry about the sugar since the serum improved his metabolism. He could actually eat the whole cake if he could and he could still have the energy to go to the gym afterwards.

He stopped on his third slice, saving the rest for all throughout the week as five more were left in the box.

It's now been a month and a half since Steve met you, more than a month since you became the first genuine friend he had in a long time.

He felt a little bit of guilt as the fact that he's Captain America was still hidden from you but he couldn't help but want to cherish the time that you still know him just as Steve Rogers, a guy from Brooklyn who's a little old fashioned.

Steve doesn't doubt your kindness, No, that's not it. Anxiety, fear and disappointment were just clouding his judgment, god knows you wouldn't put it against him to hide that he was a war hero in the forties, or that he's technically more than 9 decades old or that he was frozen in the ice for 70 years, he's just too afraid that your thoughts about him would change. He wasn't too sure that you wouldn't find someone like him a freak. He's too afraid to lose you too soon.

You were his first genuine friend and he sees that as a rare luxury, a genuine friend that didn't want him for the shield or that didn't want him for the serum. To you he wasn’t a super soldier or an asset for missions, to you his a friend.

He starts to reminisce about the friendship that grew between the two of you in the course of six weeks.

You're the only source of peace he has right now, his sanctuary, his solace and he hoped to keep it that way.

He knew you'd learn about the truth sooner or later but he wanted to keep you for himself first, to keep you from knowing who Captain America is, to know the life he had that was filled with dread and hopelessness amidst the war even if they did win. He didn't want you to see the loneliness that filled his being, the emptiness he felt, the way he felt like a shell of the real Steve Rogers. Steve didn't want you to know how truly lonely he is

… well he isn't too lonely, now that he has you.

The six weeks of spending time with you have been the happiest days Steve experienced in a very long, long time.

companion in morning shifts

Steve became a regular after the night he caught you in his arms, maybe also because he now craved the cake you gave every now and then. He developed a sweet tooth for 21st century desserts.

Just like an early bird, Steve is now always the first customer at The Coffee Express. He enjoyed the coffee and he also enjoyed your company. He finds the excuse of not finding a more delicious coffee served at your shop, compared to anywhere else but of course it's always because of you. The morning felt much merrier if he started it with you, having breakfast and coffee with you as you start to fix the shop for the morning shift made him feel warm inside. Half of his day was mostly spent with you, the other half mostly being at the gym or visiting the Smithsonian museum, though it's not like he goes there everyday … only on Sundays because that's your day off.

" So what's your job? you're here Monday to Saturday, every morning and sometimes even at night, can't help but think you're giving me too much of your time Stevie " you chuckle as you refill his coffee, leaning against the marble table top beside the register.

Stevie, the nickname never missed to give him butterflies that he passed off as him just not being used to be called sweetly by a beautiful girl as yourself.

Steve sat awkwardly, sitting on a chair near your cashier as the morning went slow. The shop only had 8 customers by 7 am. He didn't know how to answer your question, technically he's a retired veteran, in short he's unemployed.

" I was a soldier " was all Steve could answer, a pang of sadness hitting him as he remembered his comrades, as he remembered Bucky.

" Oh? military guy, nice "

"—you seem young but I'm guessing you're done with your tour? or you're on a little break? " you asked knowing a little bit of knowledge about military as your father and grandfather used to be both in the army

" honorable discharge " replied Steve not wanting to dwell into the subject matter more

" good, I didn't want to have to worry about you if you were out there, I don't want you losing a limb "

" I'm a tough guy, don't ever have to worry about me doll " Steve smugly says, playfully flexing his muscles and the nickname just naturally rolling off his tongue

" God, you really are old fashioned, you even talk like my grandfather, doll? really? but i kinda like it "

you laughed, snorting at the end while covering half your face hoping to not look undesirable Infront of the blonde soldier.

Opposite to what you have thought, your laugh was now Steve's favorite sound, even his old favorite forties song couldn't compare. Everything you did seemed magical and exceptional to Steve's eyes, even simple as a laugh.

Steve felt relieved that you didn't find the nickname offensive, he knew the time was different and that the things he knew changed.

He also felt awkward knowing he was as old as your grandfather, granted that he was frozen and that he still felt twenty seven mentally, he couldn't help but seem old because he really is from the forties.

" … you know my grandfather was a soldier too "

" really? so he fought in world war 2? "

" yeah was part of … what was it? 109? 107th! yeah that's it he was in the 107th! " you answered as you remembered your father telling you stories of how his father fought in the war.

Steve's smile immediately dropped upon recognizing the unit of the men he saved, he was still grieving Bucky, it may have been seven decades to everyone since Sergeant James Barnes lost his life but for Steve it was still fresh. The large gaping wound left by the death of his best friend, best pal, his buddy is still bleeding. He's still grieving the loss of his fellow soldier.

" hey you okay? Did I say something?? " you asked, your voice laced with worry as you see Steve's frozen form, eyes on the table top with evident sadness.

" yeah … my grandfather was there too " Steve lied, not even remembering the face of his grandfather, god he could hardly even remember his own dad's face.

" Oh, I heard all of them got captured once by the Nazis and this guy with a shield saved them, Captain America was it? cool outfit but like has this ridiculous helmet on " you snort only remembering the image of a guy in stripes and stars wielding a shield half his size.

Steve didn't know whether or not this was you hinting that you knew him, because if you knew Captain America, surely you would've known the name Steve Rogers.

" it wasn't that ridiculous … " Steve muttered, feeling a bit offended as you insulted his helmet, he subtly pouted.

" oh come on, have you seen it? the shield is cool and all but the helmet just looks … disastrous " you said with a shudder as you remember the little white wings on the side of the blue helmet and the capital A on the front, you briefly remember Captain America, the hero who won the war and died.

You mostly remember him for saving your grandfather, technically being the reason you exist at all, you don't remember studying him in highschool having been a bit of a rebellious teen who didn't like history.

you're his food trip buddy

Boiled potatoes are not a favorite of Steve, at all and he's very much glad that the modern times have better food to offer.

" you haven't had a taco? like your whole life " you asked in disbelief as the two of you walked the streets. As you spot a Mexican food stand, you immediately grab Steve's hands, feeling the large warm hand wrap with yours making you slightly blush. The redness of your face is masked by the darkness of the night.

" mormon … "

" right … "

You happily watch Steve take his first bite, smiling proudly seeing his wide eyes as he takes three more bites immediately finishing the taco. Steve's eyes lit up with sparks as he bit into the delicious delicacy. The flavors burst in his mouth, the craving for more food consumed his thoughts.

" Sunny, another! " said Steve enthusiastically, slightly jumping like a child at a fair.

" You're lucky I like you Stevie " that was the first time you called him Stevie, it's only been a week since you've befriended the cute guy and even if you had found some things about him odd, you never pointed them out.

You were the one who introduced one of the number one fast food chains to Steve, that which would be McDonalds. Finding it weird that Steve never had McDonalds, you didn't say a thing thinking it was just how mormons were raised.

You didn't have a clue about mormons other than they technically still exist and they don't drink coffee.

" Okay so I ordered a classic double cheeseburger, fries and a coke float " you informed as you chomp hungrily on the burger making your cheeks stuffed, your puffed cheeks looked so adorable in Steve's eyes.

He stares at you lovingly as he wipes the crumbs off the side of your mouth. You choke on the burger as you were caught off guard by Steve's gesture. Steve panicked and immediately gave you his drink as yours were empty, sitting beside you as he rubs your back. The two laughed as you regained composure after almost dying because of a burger.

his personal tech whiz

Steve didn't know much about the modern technology the 21st century provided. He still preferred the vehicles from the forties specially his sweet bike unfortunately is now owned by the government and is kept in the Smithsonian. It was stupid that they couldn't give it to him, it's technically his.

" so you just click it? "

" as far as I know that's how cameras work Stevie "

You blink as Steve clicks his phone with a flash that captures you in surprise. The look on your face in the picture made Steve giggle.

" Steve you kinda have to warn people when you take a picture of them or else you get a lawsuit "

" Fine, you take a picture of us " He says handing you the small white rectangular phone.

Steve's heart leaped from his chest as you pulled him closer with your arm on his shoulder. The soft strands of your hair tickles the exposed skin of his neck as you put your head close to his. He swore he could smell the vanilla shampoo you were using as your head was so close to his.

" so I can basically watch anything here? "

" cute animal videos to how to fix your car is all uploaded on that app "

You grinned wide while wiping one of the coffee mugs as you see Steve hold the small phone with both his large hands, a big smile etched on his face as he watches a compilation of animal videos.

you give him comfort

You being Steve's genuine friend meant a lot to him, even if he knew in the back if his head that he should tell you who he really is. The guilt became harder to bear as the days went by and as a month passed, Steve felt the ghost of his mother nagging him for lying to a sweet girl such as yourself.

Steve knew he had issues, even before going down with the Valkyrie and being frozen for seventy years. He still hasn't processed everything, it felt as if time kept moving and he was unable to ever catch up. From technology that he couldn't grasp how it works to pop culture references he couldn't understand, but at least you were there.

He knew you saw the oddness of his personality, he's thankful you never said a word about it even if it was obvious that you just wanted to ask why the hell he didn't know all these things. He appreciates the way you explain the jokes he couldn't phantom.

" Do you ever feel like you don't belong? " Steve said with a serious tone as you both sat at the park bench while sipping coffee

" lot's of times but you know what's good with us not belonging anywhere " You said as you put an arm around Steve's broad shoulders

" what? "

" we can be lost together, that's the point of having a friend Steve, you're not alone, you should remember that " you said with a smile as you flick his forehead

He didn't react for a second but as you saw his devilish smile you stood up quickly as you ran. He puts down his empty coffee cup as he starts to chase you around the park.

The two laughed as they ran around the park with the sun shining brightly against the clear blue sky. Bubbles floated around with different dogs running wild, Steve's scenery with you and the park felt so peaceful, he swore he could stay there forever.

It's already noon when Steve saw you got tired already, still laughing as you suggested that you and him should just lay down and stare at the sky as clouds formed against the pinkish yellow sky.

" that one look likes a baby "

" looks more like a jelly bean "

every movie is funnier with you

Not that you were annoyed but you couldn't take it that Steve didn't know all the good films you've been referencing.

" Here " You said as you slid a small burgundy notebook towards Steve across the marble top of the coffee shop.

" It's a notebook??? "

" write all the stuff I recommend there and watch some of them without me "

" look, you gotta catch up with the greatest films and songs of all time! " You exclaimed, putting your hands in the hair dramatically.

Steve smiles as he takes the small notebook and opens it while writing his name on the first page.

You dictated a couple things that Steve immediately wrote so that he'd be more informed of the modern world. He asked about the most famous things you knew, well more like what every person should know if they were living in the year 2011. You didn't think much of it and just said random things that came into mind.

Inside Steve's notebook—

Moon Landing

Steve Jobs ( Apple )

Thai Food

Star Wars / Trek

My Chemical Romance ( band )

Grey's Anatomy ( TV Show )

Rocky ( Rocky II?? )

Mean Girls ( movie )

Legally Blonde ( Legally blonde 2 )

The two fell into a routine of every Friday night they'd watch one movie, one movie that either you loved or would love to watch. Even if sometimes Steve found the movie you picked odd, he wouldn't complain because you made every bad movie enjoyable by simply watching it with him.

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.

the beard needs to go

PAIRING—steve rogers x gf!reader

SUMMARY—You badly want to be the one who shaves Steve's beard off

WARNINGS—pure fluff, allusions to sexy times but no actual smut, the plot is mostly about Steve's beard lol

A/N—random but this was inspired by that scene of Me Before You where Will let's Lou shave his beard, also that movie will never not break me , pure heartbreak! 😭😭

In the bathroom, infront of the mirror as the morning sun rose, the couple found themselves in a very difficult situation, well you found it difficult.

" do we have to? "

" we have to ... "

" but I love your beard! and it's great in the bedroom! " You whined while cupping his face, his beard slightly tickling the palm of your hands. You sat on the counter, back against the mirror as Steve's hands rested on your hips.

" so you just love it because it makes the sex good? " Steve asked with a laugh, teasingly while tilting his head on the side.

" of course not, I love it because it makes you and the sex hotter " You reply with enthusiasm and a teasing grin in return as Steve chuckles back.

" glad to know, but unfortunately it has to go, so say goodbye because I'm shaving it tonight baby " He said with fake sadness in his tone as he sighs while cupping your face and giving your soft lips a long kiss.

" nooo! at least let me shave it "

" absolutely not "

" oh come on! please babe?? " you beg lightly while doing puppy dog eyes paired with your cute lips pouting hoping to persuade the super soldier.

" yeah that's not working " He exits the bathroom leaving you pouting as you sit on the counter top.

" bring me coffee! " You shout as you hear the bedroom door close. Steve's always the one who makes breakfast and your favorite coffee will always be the one made by him.

The rest of the day goes on with you trying your best to persuade Steve to let you shave his beard. Even as the two of you drank the morning coffee you still annoyed him with the question of let me shave off your beard?

The couple chose to go to a mall, having a mall date for the rest of the afternoon. You bought some clothes for both Steve and yourself even if he insisted he didn't need any more clothes. You even bought a couple pairs of lingerie that you knew he would enjoy, secretly that is for the surprise effect. Steve bought a couple of art supplies, hoping to start painting more for the rest of his technically retirement days.

You and Steve chose to eat at a pizza shop that wasn't too busy, a big plate of cheesy pizza paired with two glasses of cold cola.

" my beard so long I have to pick food out of it "

" I could pick the food out of it for you! "

" you're joking "

" I'm totally joking " You say with a laugh as you continue taking a bite out of your cheesy pizza slice.

Steve was washing the dishes after dinner, the plain white tee he wore getting splashed a bit by the water. He turned off the faucet as he had done half of the dirty dishes.

" Oh Steve~ " You say in a sing-song tune as you untie your robe in which you had nothing underneath catching the blonde Captain who was washing the dishes off-guard, the dirty dishes now abandoned.

He quickly captures your lips with a deep moan as you giggle, almost stumbling back with the impact of his large body. His large hands immediately held on tightly to your waist, lifting you up with no effort as he leads the two of you to the bedroom.

As you calm your breath after the great countless orgams, you rest your head on his bare chest with a smile while your hands wrap around his torso and his arms wrap automatically around your shoulders. The two of you smile with bliss as the two of you even out your breathings, still a bit red and sweaty from the tiring activity.

" You did that to convince me to let you shave my beard didn't you? " Steve says after a couple minutes with a little laugh at the end. He gripped your form tighter as his head rested on top of yours.

" would you let me shave it now? " Of course it wasn't about that but your eyes are still filled with hope as you ask him about shaving his beard. You were sad he wants it gone but you should be atleast the one to get rid of it.

" fine, I'll let you "

" I love you "

" I love you too " He replies kissing you back as you smile with his lips attached to yours.

The two were back to the position they were the previous morning after getting dressed, not the one they did on the bed much to Steve's dismay but he did find it cute how much you wanted to be the one to shave his beard and so he caved. It gave him a big domestic feeling as he looked down on your hands that were applying shaving cream.

" you're really going to do it? " Steve asked but saying it as more of a fact as you were done applying the shaving cream on half his face.

" I—I'm really gonna do this " you say nervously as you get rid of the brush you used to apply the cream for his beard. You giggle with nervousness as you slowly inch the razor closer to his face.

" just don't shave my eyebrows off, baby "

" trust the professional Rogers "

" I'm serious, don't " he said sternly but with an obvious hint of playfulness as he points a finger at you in which you point elsewhere going back to focusing on the task at hand.

He closed his eyes, his brows furrowed slightly but relaxing a second later. He trusts you with his life, completely but maybe not much on shaving his beard.

You smile in victory as you successfully shaved a part of his beard in one stroke, a bit of a stubble left behind as his beard was quite thick. Steve opened his eyes a couple times, seeing you so concentrated that the tip of your tongue stuck out made him smile in which you grumble that his smile made you distracted.

Many trips of the razor to the bowl of water, you completely shaved off the two years worth of beard that Steve grew out. You grin widely with your success, putting down the razor on the counter as you made Steve open his eyes.

" please tell me you didn't shave my eyebrows off " He asked teasingly, looking at you before looking at himself in the mirror. Traces of shaving cream left that he carefully wiped away using a clean cloth.

" nice job, doll " He said with a big smile that could reach his ocean blue eyes and continued with a quick peck to your lips. You smile after the quick kiss as you rest your head on his shoulder. Your hands are sneaking on both his sides, clasping your hands together to give him one big hug.

" I told you baby, a professional "

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.

“POLKA DOTS AND MOONBEAMS” ── steve rogers x male reader.

𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅 & 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓— headcanon [ 4.1k ] 〳 part one 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒—male reader 〳 domestic!au 〳 mid-century!era 〳 'roommates' 〳established relationship 〳 secret husband!steve 〳 mentions of period-homophobia 〳 brief quarreling 〳 sexual content: top!steve, bottom!reader, love-making, breeding, milking, praising, verbal, dirty talk, body worshiping, guidance.

𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑.

Secret Husband!Steve Rogers who coasted the city and was on a mission to find the best spaghetti and meatballs with you.

‣ "Verdict?"

‣ Steve's gaze looked right past the fork held before your lips, watching your mouth and expression twist and turn like the spaghetti noodles around the fork prongs prior.

‣ "It's good... not great. The sauce isn't as thick as I'd like for it to be... but it tastes fresh? Basil leaves adds a nice balance to the acidity... but the meatballs are a little overcooked. What do you think, Steve? I'm too picky, aren't I?"

‣ It was written all over your face. Satisfied, but not impressed.

‣ Unlike the last restaurant where you two had the misfortune of eating bloated pasta noodles and watery red sauce, this place was edible and especially generous with their serving.

‣ Decent, if Steve had the chance of writing a one-worded review for the paper.

‣ "You're not picky, just particular, but I agree. Red sauce is good—Padrino's still better. Meatballs are pretty tough, aren't they... but I do like the flavor of them. You can tell they used a fattier mixture compared to the rest. A lot of garlic too, which makes up for the lack of it in the sauce..."

‣ "Not as good as Mama's?"

‣ "The moment we find a spaghetti that's as good as your mother's, is the day we find a way to squeeze water from stone, (M/N)."

‣ "Don't mention that to her. I don't need her ego to be any more inflated than it already has been."

‣ Dates like these were never boring.

‣ No matter how many times Steve had watched your face wrench in disdain or light up in surprise, he always found it a joy to watch you participate in this arbitrary—now routinely—idea of critiquing spaghetti and meatballs so earnestly.

‣ To be fair, it wasn't like you two had a slew of options to make dates seem... more like dates.

‣ In fact, there shouldn't have been any options offered on the table in the first place.

‣ Any intimations that you and Steve were on a date would've been subject to a location change.

‣ Most likely, a candle-lit dinner in a jail-cell, dined over cold hard concrete, and Steve was sure the spaghetti and meatballs served there was going to clutch last place in his ranking.

‣ Though, Steve was hopeful that the romance would still be alive and well had it ever come to that point.

‣ You had a thing for restaurants with a gimmick.

‣ "Seven out of ten sounds about right?"

‣ "What about dessert? We can't leave without getting the tiramisu, Steve."

‣ "Since when did we factor in desserts for the scoring?"

‣ "What—since we started. Don't tell me you've been only ranking the spaghetti and meatballs... it's all about the experience, the... the je ne sais quoi—heard that on the radio once!"

‣ "The je ne sais quoi—this is why I wanted you to be the one logging everything down, (M/N)!"

‣ It took more of a toll on him than it did on you.

‣ Well, if it did, then you did a stunning job at maintaining your usual optimism.

‣ Whenever you two were out in public, Steve felt hammered by this distance pushing him apart.

‣ It was a conscious effort on both ends—a natural one that pertained to the business of being in a homosexual relationship

‣ Or just being a homosexual, period.

‣ Steve understood it. He abode it. And he hated it.

‣ Often, when the conversation between you and him would come to a slow, Steve would look right past your shoulder, right at the lucky couple who were in his sight-line—a gentleman with an impressive mustache and his lady—and simply stare.

‣ His thoughts wandered.

‣ The gentleman was unabashed in his public flirtations with the woman.

‣ Massaging her hands, tending to the aches in her knuckles with firm, but appeasing presses.

‣ The smell of his cigar was pervasive, but the lady didn't seem to mind. It seemed like she thought it was rather charming when he blew a smoke towards her face.

‣ One hand would run up her arms in several strokes, rough callous grinding down her goosebumps, and the man would compliment how soft and supple her skin was.

‣ The lady would bat her eyelashes, giggle at the man's public display of affection whilst also maintaining some sense of courtesy to halt his advances when a pair of curious eyes were enough to render her cheeks scarlet—like the lipstick she had worn for the evening.

‣ Steve hated this restraint. This lack of freedom that forced him to talk to you as if you were his co-worker.

‣ To look at you as if he had no affection for you whatsoever when that was further from the truth.

‣ To touch you as if you were an infection that could cost him his life, and him to yours.

‣ That wasn't completely off from what society thought of people like you and Steve, was it.

‣ "It's not nice to stare, Steve... quit it."

‣ "If I can't even look at my own lov—you, what else am I supposed to do?"

‣ "Steve—come on, not now. You know how it is. It's hard, I know. But... we can't just be cooped up in our pad and wear out its virtues. It's nice to go out every once in a while, even if—it has to be like this."

‣ "It's just not—fair. Maybe—maybe we can do something. It doesn't feel right if we're doing nothing about those bar raids too. They're increasing, you know? Becoming more violent and—"

‣ "Hush. People are staring to look."

‣ "Why do you seem completely fine with this? Hiding ourselves—"

‣ "Look, I don't like it as much as you do. Hell, it's killing me on the inside that I can't even smile at you like how it would naturally come. But I'm okay with hiding—because it's for my safety, and most importantly, for yours. I don't ask for much, but I've envisioned the near end of my life to be fulfilled and labored with no regrets. With a house where I can harvest my own apples from my own tree. With a lazy pup that knows better than to eat through my laces. All of that would be possible because I hid—no—because I endured. And I would heavily prefer it if you would join me in that life. Call me a coward, spineless, or selfish, but I don't want it to be our last, Steve. It's terrifying—to know that any day I could lose you to violence and persecution, myself included. So, please—just hold it out for longer—that's all I ask of you."

‣ Most of all, Steve hated that he was envious.

‣ He wished he could be the one wiping sauce stain off your lips.

‣ He wished that he could hold your hand over the table and stroke the ring on your finger that you could've kept on.

‣ He wished that he could stop the tears from welling in your eyes like he often did back at home.

‣ He wished that he could tell you that he loved you, either with a mouthful of meatballs or none at all, because in the end—it would've felt better than communicating those three words with three taps of his foot to your shin.

‣ You nearly reached over for his hand to calm him down, but pulled your back straight upon the fright of a passing waiter and opted for the cipher that was could only be cracked between you and Steve.

‣ Three gentle kicks to his shin, once more to his other leg, and Steve sighed for pardon, returning the cipher gently to your own shin.

‣ He wished he could openly compliment how handsome his husband looked tonight, ramble how grateful he was to have you in his life, or complain about how you kicked him a little too hard, but that was all well and fine because it meant that you were still present.

‣ Freedom—All of it, the positives and negatives, without the looming threat of a policeman pummeling you and Steve with a nightstick afterwards—because that was normal.

‣ Because that was life.

‣ A life that will pay in the long run.

‣ "Check, please."

𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐃𝐄.

Secret Husband!Steve Rogers who ambled the misty street of Brooklyn Heights with you, the night dew giving everything a hazy look as you and Steve passed through moist air, side-by-side.

‣ "I was brash tonight, Steve. I apologize."

‣ "No, no... you were right. If anything, I was being a fat head. I was out-of-line. I'm sorry."

‣ "You were right too, you know. It's not fair. It's not that I don't want to do anything about it, I really do. I just—it can't be the two of us tackling something bigger than us. Everyone is petrified, Steve."

‣ "I know... but if we somehow all come together in some kind of union, then maybe—we can call for a difference. Show them that enough is enough. Show them that fear is no longer something they can instill in us."

‣ "Like a rebellion or something?"

‣ "Well, if it has to come to that, then so be it."

‣ "You know a guy, don't you..."

‣ "I know a guy."

‣ "Is it Bucky?"

‣ "What—how'd you know?"

‣ "Steve, you only know one guy."

Secret Husband!Steve Rogers who was detoured into a dark alleyway between business building blocks. There was the droning sound sound of night, the low and humming resonant as the city had fallen asleep, all but two guests.

‣ "(M/N), what are we—"

‣ "All that quarreling made me forget to tell you how dashing you looked tonight. You know I especially like your hair combed back like that, Steve-o."

‣ He didn't need much of a hint as to what you were getting at.

‣ Squeezing in between a narrow passageway that would luckily only admit two bodies at a time, you and Steve were obscured from any wandering eyes.

‣ From judgement of the world.

‣ "Steve, you ought-ta listen to me more. Blue polka dots look darling on you."

‣ "If I recall correctly, you were the one who wanted me to wear a pink tie, darling."

‣ "Pink would've made me sauced my pants..."

‣ "You. Are. So. Vulgar."

‣ Shadows cast over his squashed body against yours, the moonlight only lighting the parts that mattered the most right now.

‣ The laughter that left your mouth after each peck Steve would grace you with.

‣ The lips that had him feeling withdrawal symptoms after an unbearable few hours of watching you lick sauce off your lips.

‣ The hand that tug Steve closer by his tie.

‣ The eyes that drew Steve in closer, until the tip of his nose touched yours.

‣ "Have I told you how much I love my cologne on you, darling?"

‣ "Have I told you how much I prefer your cologne rubbing off on me, as opposed to me spraying it on directly?"

‣ Slowly, breathing, pacifying; Steve's invisible stubble made your mouth twitch with a scratch, one of your many quirks he found himself silently obsessing over.

‣ And that was enough to push him over the edge, and finally kiss you like he'd wanted to since the evening had started.

‣ It was slow, almost careful like Steve was afraid of breaking you.

‣ Steve wasn't expecting this self-restraint from you. He wasn't expecting your hands on his jaw, tenderly massaging at either sides to keep your hands preoccupied while he slid his tongue alongside yours.

‣ He wasn't expecting to hear his own pulse because you were so stubborn in maintaining this control—you refused to summon urgency by vaulting your moans into the back of your throat.

‣ But Steve knew you more than he knew himself. He knew how you liked your eggs in the morning. He knew the perfect temperature for your bath. He knew you from the mole on your back, to the stance when you were impatient.

‣ He knew that if he led one of your hands right here—feeling the cusp of his growing bulge—that you'd give Steve what he wanted, and fall completely apart.

‣ And Steve knew that—by the eager palm of your hand, shoving into his unbuckled pants and groping—he was right.

‣ "Steve—just fuck me right here, yeah? I can't take it anymore."

‣ "Honey, we don't have any slick..."

‣ "Then give it to me raw. Use your spit. The rain. I don't care, I need you—"

‣ Your lips were warm and soft when Steve kissed you from rambling into the void again. His hands were against your stomach and chest, and your moans sent shivers down his spine.

‣ "Christ—turn around."

‣ Against the brick wall, teeth sinking into your forearm, you took Steve in without any regrets. Cold sweat breaking over your skin like evening dew collecting on window sills.

‣ "O-oh, fuck—slowly, Steve—"

‣ You could feel Steve's heart beat against your back, pushing further into you, huffing into your neck.

‣ "I love you."

‣ "I love you."

‣ From then on, you and Steve lived without any regrets.

𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍.

Secret Husband!Steve Rogers who relished every inch of your body; with his eyes, with his mouth, with his hands, with his body, with his being—until you found yourself transported wholly to all different kinds of sensations, and he'd repeat to discover new ones for you.

‣ "You're good at this, you know."

‣ "Humor me?"

‣ Steve was mouthing at your inner thigh, one hand stroking your leaking cock, and the other pumping his Vaseline-slicked fingers into you.

‣ He looked up from his eyelashes, teasing your sack with a lick.

‣ Another lick, because he liked being distracted by your body arching off the bed, crinkling the sheets in the process.

‣ "Good at loving me. You know what I want, what I need—just like that. Putting another finger into me without asking of me if you can. Twisting—fuck—turning me out, all based on how my body responds to you."

‣ "Well, it's not difficult to gauge what you need. Your nails dig into the sheets when it's too much. Your fingers and toes curl when the pleasure's coming in. Your hips roll—when you need more, or a new fix. I'm no magician you're making me out to be, (M/N).

‣ "You notice all of that? That's embarrassing... and here I thought I was being alluring..."

‣ Steve layered his thick cock in slick, capping the tin and tossing it to the bedside counter after.

‣ He teased your prepped rim, observing how the ring of muscle would catch a string of his pre-cum and latch onto it with a clench.

‣ At the sound of your moan, at the sight of you toying with your nipples, at the torn decision between preening—you knew that he liked the sight of you biting your lips—and ceasing his taunts.

‣ Steve's cock veins pulsed, his cock pleading for him to fill that delicious hole before him, otherwise it would live in agony for as long as it could leak.

‣ "I do, and it's not embarrassing. I love how you—mm—like that. I love how you immediately wrap your arms and legs around me when I finally push my cock inside of you.

‣ "Oh, Steve—"

‣ "I love how you call my name, just like that. Say it again."

‣ "Steve..!"

‣ He pressed his forehead against yours and groaned with you. His hips racketed off your ass in a slow, but increasing rhythm.

‣ You held onto him, hands over his neck, anchoring him close until the only way you could have your fix of air was through Steve's lips.

‣ Steve's mind was empty, except for the thought of your hot tongue roaming into his mouth and the swelling grasp your walls had around his loving cock.

‣ "Like that... I love how I can decipher every meaning behind the way you call out to me."

‣ "Fill me up so well, Steve—baby. Can feel you deep inside of me. Ruining me with your cock. Your balls slapping against me, God—Steve!"

‣ Your moans tasted delicious on his tongue. If they were seeds, they'd bloom colorful hybrids of fruits because your love for him couldn't be defined by one singular hue.

‣ You were an array of colors—a prism conjured by the way Steve loved you.

‣ Red, because you were gritting your teeth as Steve had you taking him balls-deep, filling you up to the brim, and stretching you to the shape of his pistoning cock.

‣ "Fuck me harder, Steve—"

‣ "You're taking me so well, darling..."

‣ "When have I not?"

‣ Orange, because Steve rendered you speechless except for a few gasps, with his cock grazing your prostate and his hand over your cock, stroking while kissing at your neck.

‣ "O-oh, fuck—oh, fuck!"

‣ Yellow, because you were on top, straddling Steve's lap and yielding to the nearing high that you both had been gauging.

‣ You took your sweet time to make love to Steve with your body. Hands braced on his chest, combing your fingers through the light hairs, deeply rocking back and forth on his cock after a couple of lighthearted bounces.

‣ You marveled over his well-built body, following the contours of his muscles with one hand while silently admiring his broad chest, perky nipples, and wide shoulders with your tongue.

‣ The smell of aftershave on him was infectious when you came up for a brief kiss. You kissed at his lips, then his chin, licking at the short blades of stubble before pulling away to preen again.

‣ Your back straightened and you spread your thighs apart for Steve to get a good look at how hard he was making you.

‣ Your cock throbbed, swollen a pronounced shade at the tip, bouncing to the rhythm of your hips, all while you devoted your mouth and tongue to Steve's thick fingers, suckling and laving your tongue over every digit, every vein, every knuckle—thanking him for opening you up so well with the slick of your saliva.

‣ Steve was absolutely keen on watching you worship him with one hand tucked behind his head, the other stroking your cock when he would finish appraising your body with a couple of fond strokes.

‣ "God, look at you. You're so beautiful. I could do this all day, watching you ride every vein on my cock..."

‣ Green, because you built up enough energy to reverse your straddle and take the lead for once. You wanted Steve to see all parts of your body, especially the asset that had been drawing out those glorious moans deep from his gut.

‣ You knew it was a pretty sight that would teeter Steve closer to the edge.

‣ Sweat ran over the plump mounds of your ass as you were propped up on your forearms, slamming down onto his thick cock.

‣ Skin rippled when your ass repeatedly hit his groin, and then prickled, when Steve grabbed a handful of your sweaty flesh out of pure enchantment before swatting it as a stimulus to your slowing hips.

‣ "How's the view?"

‣ "Stunning..."

‣ Blue, because your body was covered in shivers from the way Steve had captured you into his arms and pummeled icicles into you from behind.

‣ Kneeling upright, Steve had embraced you tightly, supporting your core with a flat palm while simultaneously engaging his, thrusting into you.

‣ His hand was around your throat to feel every vibration that would squeeze from your throat and then pour into his mouth like a saucer of milk as he swallowed your sweet moans.

‣ Like Steve's cock, his other hand was equally uncompromising. He squeezed into the pulsating veins of your cock, stroked your shaft, and teased your glans with a thumb.

‣ When you sank back into the dip of his hips, Steve would propel you forward with a strong thrust, forcing you to fuck his closed fist in midst as he held you from ever retreating back on all fours.

‣ He loved that dazed look on your face. Wide-eyed like a deer in headlights. Flushed like how you were abashed by his compliments to your novice cooking, yet only a hundred times worse.

‣ He also loved the way he had fucked you into being inarticulate, muttering a slurry of words—warnings of you coming soon, Steve would later learn after turning his ears up.

‣ "Steve, stop, stop—I'm going to c-come—seriously—"

‣ "Come for me, (M/N). I want to see you stain the bed. Want to see you come because of me. Only me. Want you to drench my fist and—Christ, there we go..."

‣ Violet, because you were red, and Steve was blue.

‣ You spilled heavily over his fist, shooting large, thick ropes of cum over the bed sheets. The sound of the cum splatters making your cheeks run hotter than the warmth drawing out of you.

‣ Each spurt shot further and further the harder Steve pounded into you and milked your orgasm with unrelenting strokes to your shaft.

‣ His thighs slapped into yours, resonating the bedroom with a sharp thunder that was sure to wake up the tenants.

‣ His cock punctuated deep into your guts, hard and sweet against your prostate.

‣ You cried out as Steve battered your insides with his cock, with his undying love for you. Biting into your shoulder to contain his groans, but Steve had enough of this restraint, of constantly holding himself back.

‣ He growled behind your ear, filtering out the resentment society had instilled in his body as he let his grunts loose, replacing that bitter feeling with the antithesis of knowing that he wanted to live life to the fullest.

‣ With a house that grew oranges alongside your apples.

‣ Steve thrusted harder.

‣ With an indifferent cat that couldn't care less about your torn shoelaces.

‣ Your moans hitched at the sharp snap of his hips, his cock digging somehow deeper into your guts when he pushed you lower into his groin.

‣ With a fulfilling life that was lived without regret.

‣ Steve felt himself come undone upon the last thrust. Every fiber of his muscle unraveling like pointe shoes after intense wear.

‣ He held you tight as he shuddered against your, his pulse anchored and soothed by the palm of your head on his cheek, stroking him affectionately.

‣ Silken white, he spilled his hot seed deep inside of you, weakly propagating the warmth from the outer rim of your raw, swollen hole, then to the deep depth of your walls and prostate, milking himself until he was jelly in the legs, until you were creamed, from inside and out, with his thick cock.

‣ You and Steve shared one more kiss, another breath, heaving and panting like you two had never kissed before, before his stance eventually gave out and made him collapse over your body.

‣ "Think—I might bump the restaurant earlier up a few spots, (M/N)..."

‣ "Why's that?"

‣ "Must've put some kind of aphrodisiac in that spaghetti... I'm deeply spent."

‣ "I disagree. It must've been that couple! I told you it was all about the experience—that je ne sais quoi that I've been talking—"

‣ "You really aren't going to stop saying that, are you?"

‣ "Shouldn't have fixed my radio if you knew you were going to be disappointed, Steve."

‣ "That's where you're wrong. If you think anything about you is disappointing to me, then I'm not being a great husband, am I?"

‣ "Well, look at you being all sappy tonight."

‣ "Too much?"

‣ "Never too much. I'm far too gone to ever think otherwise, Steve-o."

‣ "Me too, darling. Me too."

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Even Heaven Cries || Prologue

Word Count: 440

Warnings: none

Author: Rouge

He didn’t remember much.

He was certain of only one thing: he needed to find him. He had to find Bucky…

His injuries had healed, leaving little else but faint silvery scars where the bullets and metal hand had bitten into him. The serum’s boost to his immune system had saved him from an infection from the contaminated water, and mended the injuries quickly enough.

They could take everything he had. They could break everything he was. But still he would be rising from the ground, because he had a reason. Bucky….

 Steve stayed in his apartment in Washington only because firstly, he had to prepare everything. And secondly, he knew where does Steve live…

 He knew that search for his friend won’t be easy.

Bucky was an assassin and for sure he had his own ways to disappear when he only wanted to.

Sometimes Steve had an impression that someone was visiting his apartment during his absence. He wasn’t sure if that really happened, or if his own desperate hope was playing tricks on him. Steve could swore that sometimes he would return home to find something off; a paper on his desk moved a half-inch to the left, some drops of water by the sink, the blanket on the couch folded a bit differently than he remembered, and, most alarmingly, a single, minuscule drop of blood he’d found on the windowsill. He told himself it had to be Bucky, that he knew where he lived and could easily sneak in.

It sounded absurd even to him, but there was a tiny bit of hope that maybe, just maybe, he’d wake up one day to find his friend at the door. A foolish hope, he knew it, but optimism was one thing that he never could quite shake. So he was leaving his window unlocked anyway, just in case he wasn’t as delusional as he feared.

 For most of the time, he just needed to be alone, to try and find Bucky on his own. He knew he was out there, somewhere, and he was determined to find him. 

Steve was, of course, esteeming the presence of Sam, who was trying to help him as much as he only could, but mostly Rogers preferred to work alone.

 He won't just conform, no matter how they shake his core.

He needed to fulfill his own vendetta. He had sworn to himself, that he will find everyone, who ever dared to put hands on Bucky.

They devastated his friend. His pal. His buddy. HIS BUCKY…

Victory was in his veins. He simply knew it.

And now revenge was about to begin.

The chronicles of the winter || Part IX

Part II  || Part III || Part IV || Part V || Part VI || Part VII || Parta VIII continuation of imagine

Summary: Steve’s mission went wrong… Very wrong.

Word Count: 2194

Warnings: Blood, injuries

Author: Beast

Since their common evening, Emily hasn’t spoken with Bucky at all.

He saw her few times. They passed each other like a ghosts at the corridors of the complex. Everytime when Bucky wanted to ask the woman, what exactly has changed between two of them that they couldn’t even talk for a while, Emily was simply passing him by, don’t even looking at him.

He easily could feel that everything has changed.

Deep inside he knew he shouldn’t have been doing that. He shouldn’t let her seduce him, it just couldn’t end well.

Bucky’s contact with Steve also has been restricted.

Their supervisors seemed to do everything to separate men from each other.

Bucky could also feel kind of a distance, which has built up between him and Steve.

Another week has passed and Bucky confirmed himself in a premonition that something was wrong.

While he was looking for Steve, he heard a conversation between two of the guards in canteen.

“… with her” one of them said simply, drinking coffee.

“I would give everything to be at his place at the moment” second man chuckled. “She’s pretty hot.” “Of course she’s” guard who was drinking the coffee stretched his back. “Rogers is a fucking lucky dude, isn’t he?”

“Don’t ya remember? He’s not Rogers anymore. They said he’s called Captain Hydra now” older guy shrugged.

Bucky frowned, listening to this little conversation. He realized that Steve has to be outside the complex. And… Was he with Emily? Have they had a mission? But Steve would tell him… Why he didn’t?

Bucky, however, felt a cold shrink in his heart.

EMILY. She also went away without farewell. Without single word. Why both of them were treating him like that?

He couldn’t find an answer.

One day, Bucky has been taken to the small room at one of the lowest levels of the complex.

There was three man awaiting at him. Two doctors and no one else but Aiden Black himself.

“Good morning, soldier” man in a suit smirked viciously.

Bucky didn’t say a word, he simply took a seat in front of the man.

“Why are you so silent, soldier?” Black pretended a concern.

“Where’s Steve?” Bucky simply asked.

Black raised his mouth corners in a haughty grin.

“He left. He has more important things to do instead sitting here with you” man said.

Bucky snapped his head to face Aiden Black again.

“Liar” Barnes gasped loudly. “Steve’s my friend. He wouldn’t…”

Black smirked again.

“Funny” Black mused with a sick smile, getting dangerously close to Bucky’s face, “wasn’t that exactly the same thing that you said the first time when Hydra found you?” he laughed harshly. “Face it, Barnes. Steve Rogers’ dead. Now he’s the Captain Hydra and he’s working for us and only for us” man in suit got up from his seat and walked slowly around the room. “Nothing can bring him back” Black finally stopped behind Bucky’s back and he put his large hands and Winter Soldier’s shoulders. Black also leaned down and whispered directly into Bucky’s ear. “And as I suppose he’s having a lot of fun with your Em.”

The last statement was like a sharp blade of a knife stabbed into Bucky’s chest.

Bucky responded with spitting in Black’s smirking face.

Of course, as always when he wasn’t behaving like they would wanted, he was greeted with violence, but that didn’t matter.

“Now, get some rest, soldier” Aiden growled slowly, wiping flecks of Bucky’ blood of off his hands. “We have work to do.”

When Black left the room, Bucky yelled aloud, hitting the table in front of him with his metal fist.

Evening had long since fallen, the chill of night picking at the edges of his meager jacket as he silently made his way through the quieting city. Captain Hydra was walking, passing closed shops and tracing streets he didn’t know.

He had a mission to do and he didn’t want to let his supervisors down. Steve had to kill a director of some organization named Robrax. It was kind of a pharmaceutical industry enterprise. Hydra was willing to do anything, just to overtake some researches results. Steve only knew they have wanted to make a new biological weapon.

He knew he should be careful, because, following the information he got, it seemed that other organization has wanted him for their own businesses.

Being in a deep thoughtfulness, he easily got at the terrain of the restricted area.

The building was oh so large. White walls and glazed doors were giving that real estate more dignity then he thought in a first moment. With a knife in his hand, he quietly slipped into a large building. He sneaked unheeded next to the guard’s place and he headed directly into the office number 10, located at the second floor.

Taking a staircase, he reached the floor and when he checked that no body’s there, he slowly stepped at the corridor. He went along it until he found a door with a gold numbers on them. Steve opened them and walked inside. Immediately he noticed the man he was looking for.

Dressed in a black suit, guy was sitting in the leather chair, making some notes. Fortunately for Steve, man was facing him with his back.

Captain Hydra walked over to his target and as quickly as he could, he put his palm at man’s mouth to cut over his throat in the next second. It didn’t take long for man to bleed out.

Steve, as soon as he made sure man’s dead, he left the room, putting his knife back into his pocket. He also easily managed to leave the building.

It was first time when he killed someone because of an order. Deep inside the last degraded ounce of his morality was trying to convince him that he was making a huge mistake. But he pushed those thoughts away.

He walked slowly along the street, heading to his apartment, which Hydra has rented for him. The barking of a dog jarred him from his thoughts, body suddenly tense and eyes, hard as steel and just as cold, scanning his surroundings for any threat as he stopped in his tracks. His knife was produced from his pocket, not as large but just as deadly in his capable hands. 

Another noise caught his attention. Footsteps, ten feet behind to the right. His mind was just methodical and calculating. Fingers tightened around the handle of the combat knife, although he showed no outward signs of realizing he was being approached; to any passersby it merely looked as if he was staring off into the jeweled skyline. The darkness would either be a great hindrance or a welcome advantage, but only time would tell..

Click. The sound of the safety switching off of a pistol was all the prompting Steve needed. Moving with a speed unexpected in his depleted state he spun around. A great blaze of light and concussive sound filled the street, the weapon discharging as Steve plunged his knife deep into the chest of his would-be assailant. In that quarter second of movement he had searched, located and struck, the metal blade deftly gliding between ribs and into a lung. The air filled with the sharp scent of copper and iron as blood poured from the wound.

Steve quickly realized it was one of the guards from Robrax.

The haphazard discharge of the weapon had blasted a round into the sidewalk, the sound of it no doubt alerting every person within a two block radius. I need to escape.

The man collapsing into a pool of his own blood, not dead but not quite alive.

If there was one there had to be more, he thought, and they had to be coming for him. He made it two steps before he heard the crack of a sniper rifle, echoing off some far-off building. The next few seconds blurred together, but he remembered being knocked off his feet, air forced from his lungs as he hit the brick wall of the building next to him, knife clamoring from his hand. Heat blossomed on his back, a burst of wet crimson that trickled down his spine as a bullet planted itself squarely into his right shoulder blade. The choking cry of surprise that escaped him startled him.

The pain hadn’t hit him yet, but his body felt like ice. His legs were sluggish underneath him as he struggled to his feet, bolting into an alleyway as he heard another bullet slam into the wall behind him. It’d been a low shot, as if for his leg. They want me alive. The thought filled him with a sick dread as he realized that they wanted to put him back on his leash, or worse, put him down so he couldn’t spill their secrets, although he had no secrets to tell. At least, not as he was now.

Shouts of men filled the street. “Down the alleyway!” and “He’s getting away!” among other things he couldn’t catch. The pain was starting to filter into his awareness, starting as an acidic heat that slowly built in on itself. His heart was pounding, lungs heaving, as he tried to lose the guard’s team in the maze of back alley streets. He needed to get to the apartment.

As he rounded a corner, two guardians spotted him, shouting loudly to others. A swear hissed under his breath, narrowly avoiding another bullet aimed for his legs. His reflexes were slowing, he could feel it, his strength draining from the wound the harder he pushed himself. A pistol was produced from his pocket, only two rounds fired with the same deadly precision he had used to change history numerous times. The first man dropped in a heap, not even getting the luxury to realize he had been hit. The other’s ribs popped wetly as the bullet tore open his side, letting out a ghastly cry as he tumbled to the ground and didn’t get back to his feet.

Without a moment’s hesitation the Steve was gone, vanishing into the darkness like the ghost he was before more of the guard’s team could arrive. Rain earlier in the day had slickened the streets, helping to hide his trail of blood as he snaked his way through the sleeping city. He had no idea how long he was running and barely had any recollection of where he was going, his body operating almost entirely on instinct by the time he reached that familiar building. His running had slowed to a staggering shamble, forcing his legs, which he lost feeling in about three minutes ago, to climb up the flight of stairs.

His breathing came with difficulty, his limbs heavy and blood like ice. The worn clothing he had been wearing was soaked through with his own blood, which still bubbled from the sniper’s bullet.

The door to the second floor apartment seemed like a nearly insurmountable obstacle. His glassed-over eyes darted from the knob to the floor, then to a small, out-of-place planter of tiny flowers. Barely a murmur of thought crossed his mind as he nudged it with his foot, exposing a key. He was too exhausted and in too much pain to question just why he believed there would have been a key there. The key was retrieved, clumsily inserted into the lock, and the door opened without protest; he could have kicked it open or picked the lock like last time, but he didn’t have the time or strength to attempt it.

With a soft clink of metal the key fell from his trembling fingers to the floor, shakily standing at the threshold taking great, heaving breaths. His vision was growing blurry and his hearing muffled, but after a moment of hesitation he stepped inside, pulling the door shut behind him, the click of the lock oddly comforting. Movement in front of him, down the narrow hall, and he knew he wasn’t alone. The pistol was still clutched in his left hand. He tried to take another step but his body had had enough; the pistol dropped to the floor, abandoned, as he tried to steady himself by pressing that palm to the wall.

Something was spoken to him but he didn’t catch it, gaze lifting to where he’d seen the movement earlier. Someone was standing a few yards away now. He didn’t need to hear to know who it was. Breath was inhaled sharply, words attempted but failed.

Emily Vandom. 

His whole body was shaking; it felt like the world was collapsing in on itself all around him. Underneath all the pain was a faint, lingering disappointment. Pain washed his thoughts away, a low whimper in his throat betraying the fact he was injured. He was going to go down, he felt it, and not a moment later did his right leg buckle, his whole body collapsing with it. He fell into something warm and yielding, not hard floor like he expected, but he had no time to ponder it as the darkness closed in on him.

The chronicles of the winter || Part X

Part II  || Part III || Part IV || Part V || Part VI || Part VII|| Parta VIII  || Part IX continuation of imagine

Word Count: 3059

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, strong language, blood and injuries

Author: Beast

A/N: I’m incredibly sorry fellas for a such long delay! I got a lot of stuff to take care of and tbh I wasn’t really into writing Chronicles for some time. But now, with a huge thanks to my lovely lady and my friends, I decided to make this chapter. I hope you’ll enjoy it as much as I when I was writing it. And here’s what I wanna announce: only two chapters left. Chronicles will have 12 chapters in all. I hope you won’t mind them to be a bit longer then ever before. And for a smut scene, if some of you, my dear readers, would be interested, I was listening to song made by talented polish vocalist, Kasia Moś. I leave here a link to this song, just in case ♥ Enjoy! :)

Steve had been asleep when he heard the heavy footsteps followed by the door opening; at first he thought it might have been Emily, but then he realized there was no way she would ever make that much noise. He had slipped out of bed silently, shield retrieved from the bedside and brought into a defensive position. A million scenarios ran through his head, none of them pleasant, especially once the sharp scent of blood reached him.

To say he'd been surprised when he saw Bucky in the doorway was an understatement. He caught sight of the pistol the soldier held once he pushed the door shut behind him. He's going to shoot me, had been his first line of thought, and not a moment later he felt extremely guilty for immediately jumping to that conclusion. His body had eased a bit the moment the pistol was dropped, his own shield lowering and eventually dropped as well. There was only a moment's hesitation before he edged forward, closing the gap between them. He stopped a few yards away, not wanting to make him feel cornered.

"Bucky?" he spoke softly, tone gentle and light. His heart skipped a beat when the soldier's head lifted and looked to him, but his hope died when he saw his face. His eyes were greyed, dull and empty and so very tired. The second he saw his legs buckle Steve was right there, catching him before he hit the ground. He'd expected him to struggle, to lash out and fight, not to just lie there limp in his grasp. It'd scared him more than when he'd found his throat clasped in that metal hand. The amount of blood covering his friend was terrifying; who knew how much he could spare to lose in his state.

It'd taken him all of two seconds to get the blood-matted hoody off of the assassin, exposing a torn shirt and a devastating wound on his shoulder. He dimly recalled seeing a similar wound on a soldier Bucky had picked off of his back in the war. A sniper in the city was alarming, but not as surprising as he would have liked.

"D-don't do this to me, Buck" Steve was practically begging, fingers numbed with shock pressed against the wound to the soldier's back in a desperate attempt to stem the bleeding. His other arm gently held him up, cradling him against his body as he tried not to dissolve into fearful panic. Is Hydra after him, or is it Robrax?, Steve thought to himself, trying to calm down.

Steve put as much pressure as he dared on the wound, suddenly very conscious of his strength. Bucky looked so delicate like this, and he wasn't sure if the bullet had caused a fracture. “Emily!” Steve yelled. “Em! I need your help!”

Redhead woman stepped into the room and was about to say something, but she only covered her mouth with hands. “Buck…” silent whisper left her mouth as she quickly got to her knees besides him. “Oh God, Steve, what’s with him!?” “He was shot” Captain said simply, looking around. “I need something, like material.. We need to stop the bleeding” he ordered coldly. Girl nodded slightly getting up. She ran to the bathroom and took two towels from the hangers. Minutes seemed like hours, but eventually the bleeding slowed. Steve scarcely cared that his clothes were now stained with it, just relieved that the mortal danger was now diminished. All towels were completely soaked with Bucky’s blood. Captain didn't waste any time trying to bandage the wound. Getting up and leaving him was not an option, not even for a moment, so he cannibalized his own shirt into a makeshift wrapping. He removed the soldier's shirt first and then folded up some of the fabric and pressed it to the injury. The bullet's possible presence in the wound was dimly acknowledged, but he didn't have the skill or tools to safely extract it. He would treat it proper later, but for now his main focus was to keep the bleeding at a minimum. He broke down his shirt into strips of fabric, knotting it together and using it to secure the fabric pad to the wound. “Steve…” Emily was whispering on and on, her soft hand placed on his shoulder. “Oh my God… We can’t lose him.. I can’t..” “Hush” Steve threw her a brief glance, to take care of Bucky’s wound shortly after.

Throughout the rough medical treatment Bucky hadn't so much as twitched. Steve could feel him breathing, and a quick check told him his pulse was stable, but slower than he would have liked. The serum they had injected him with might not as been as effective as his, but it was doing a fine enough job keeping him alive.

"You're doing great, Bucky" Captain was fully aware that he likely couldn't hear him, but it made him feel a little better to encourage him. He was sure he hadn't heard a kind word directed towards him in decades, and the thought made his heart ache. "You're gonna be fine, Buck, I promise. Me and Em will take care of you.." his voice hitched slightly, hands trembling as he gathered the assassin up into his arms.

He considered moving him to the bedroom but decided against it. Instead he placed him carefully on the sofa, onto his left side so that his breathing wouldn't be obstructed and his wound easily reached.

“Emily, can you gather up some medical supplies, some blankets and a clean shirt, you can find it in my bag” blonde man looked at redhead woman. She obeyed. After some moments she came to the little living room and handled stuff to Steve. Then Steve hit the light switch. A small lamp flickered on, and the scene it revealed drew the blood from his face. The floor was smeared with so much crimson that he doubted the stains would ever lift. His spare key was abandoned on the floor, near the pistol that Bucky had dropped earlier. The ruined clothes he'd removed still lay on the floor next to the towels; he'd be sure to dispose of them carefully. If Hydra really was who had hurt him, then they would no doubt be looking for any sign of him. The light cast a horrible realization of just how awful Bucky looked as well. Now without his shirt, Steve could see every little bruise, every wound that covered the assassin. His stomach turned in disgusted horror at the painful past each scar, each little mark told. Old injuries from knives, bullets and who knew what else were etched into his skin, telling a history devoid of peace and filled with violence. 

A washcloth was produced along with a bottle of disinfectant, wetting the fabric with it before he went to work on some of the smaller wounds. He was silently thankful for his unconsciousness, as he was sure there would be no way to do this had he been fully awake.

The soldier twitched slightly under his fingers as he worked on an old, infected wound on his side, curling into himself before letting out a pained whine. The former SHIELD agent hesitated at that, unsure if he should continue. If he was feeling the disinfectant that meant he had to be regaining consciousness. If he woke up with him hovering over him, covered in his blood and with no memory of how he got there, well, Steve wouldn't blame him in the slightest if he lashed out. He bit his lip, thinking for another moment, before he continued to clean the wound, taking care to be a bit gentler.

"It's okay, Buck, I promise…" he tried to soothe, even if he couldn't hear him yet. "You're safe, you're safe, you're safe…" he repeated it like a mantra as he finished with the wound, placing a pad of gauze over it and securing it with a little medical tape. He didn't dare touch the bullet wound now that he was capable of feeling pain, and he was also rather sure he'd need specialized help with it.

Blood has been cleaned away, Steve dried his hands.

Emily was sitting next to Bucky, holding his hand and stroking it gently. “It’s them, right?” she asked simply, not paying an attention to look at Steve. “Hydra?” He cleared his throat, living the room. “Probably.”

 Steve went to the little cluttered kitchen and he opened a fridge, pulling out a bottle of water. He reentered the room and unscrewed the bottle.

“We need to keep him hydrated” he mumbled, getting on his knees next to the sofa.

Emily took the bottle and slowly lifted Bucky’s head up. Then she carefully helped him to take a simple sip, then another and another.

“What’re we going to do now, Cap?” she asked, her long red hair has fallen on her face.

“I don’t know… I don’t know…” he sighed sadly, rubbing over his temples. “But it seems we are not safe also. If they had attacked their OWN SOLDIER, it means they won’t have any problems to try to kill us either” he shrugged slightly.

Emily nodded in silence, still stroking Bucky’s palm.

“I knew.. From the very beginning.. That it will end like this. I hadn’t any other choice, Steve” she whispered and her voice turned into little weeping. “I had to join them… I HAD TO..”

Steve got up from the floor, putting hands at her shoulders.

“No one of us had” man muttered.

Two days had passed very quickly.

It was a really rough time for Steve and Emily, because they had to look after Bucky and look for a safe hiding place at the same time.

Emily was spending her time with former assassin while Steve was looking for a good place and transport.

And he managed to found something.

From the outside this house looked old, but wonderful. It has been built with cypress wood and has walnut wood decorations. Small, squared windows have been added to the house in a mostly asymmetric way. The house was equipped with a large kitchen and one bathroom, it also had a comfortable living room, two bedrooms, a small dining area and a roomy garage. The building was square shaped. The house was fully surrounded by overgrown wooden overhanging panels. The second floor was smaller than the first, which, in combination with its placement, creates an original look. The roof was high and slanted to one side and is covered with black roof tiles. A few large windows let in just enough light to the rooms below the roof. The house itself was surrounded by a modest garden, with mostly grass and a few small trees. It was a perfect place to stay for a while until Bucky’s wounds will be healed, and Steve’s too.

Emily was slowly getting ready to take a bath.

Looking at her pale, slim body covered with a shirt and fitted leggins, she felt a mix of sadness and distaste. She hated herself for things she had done to people. “I hate you” she whispered toward her reflection in the mirror. “I want you to die, tæve.”

Suddenly she heard the door being opened and shut quickly. Her heart beat faster as she could hear steps crossing the corner. She wanted it for so long… And she couldn’t deny it. Since the day she helped him with his wounds, she was craving him. So badly.

As she finally saw Steve’s smirking face, she let out a loud gasp. “You shouldn’t be in h..” “Shut up” he interrupted her by pushing her against the wall and locking his lips with hers. He could feel her resist at first, but he used his tongue to open Emily’s lips which was when she gave in and kissed him back. They were kissing each other hard now as his hand squeezed her boobs hard. After some time, he finally let her breathe. Still gasping for air, she stuttered. “W-what are you doing?.. What are WE doing, Steve..” He grinned at her and gave her a soft kiss while taking off her leggins. “Taking what’s mine, baby.” He slipped her shirt over her head and threw it on aside, where it’s quickly been joined by his own shirt. She was still leaning against the wall, still a little hesitant but definitely turned on as Steve can tell from her glowing cheeks and her rushing eyes. “Steve…” she bit her lower lip, looking hardly into his eyes.

She good knew it was one of the moments, when he wasn’t himself at all. Now he was Captain Hydra, not kind and polite Steve Rogers. Sometimes it was just like this, that he was loosing his personality for several minutes or a bit longer. And he was turning into a mess. She hated such moments, but she had to deal with it. And now, with that thick sexual tension in between them, she wasn’t even about to complain. Because she wanted him. She wanted Steve to fuck her senseless until she would be begging him to stop. She simply needed that. He grabbed her hand and guided it down his abs into his boxers. As she felt his hard cock, she let out a loud gasp and pull hand back quickly, but immediately regaining her confidence, she slided hand down again and firmly grab his cock. She noticed just now that he had undone her bra while he began to tease her hard nipples with his warm tongue, circling around and flicking against them. She began to stroke his cock slowly, as she looked into his eyes, mumbling. “We should stop, what if HE come in here?” He laughed quietly, quickly shove his hand into her lacy panties and thrust two fingers into her already soaking wet pussy. As she started to moan loudly, Steve immediately covered her mouth with his other hand and whispered into her ear. “Can you shut the fuck up now, baby? Unless you want Bucky to catch us now.”

He slipped Emily’s leggins off and turned her around, pushing her front against the cold tiles before slapping her ass and rubbing her wet pussy from behind. Steve saw that she was dripping down her leg, so he kneeled down behind her and start kissing his way up her inner thighs, licking up every single drop on the way. Having reached the top, he circled his tongue around the outline of her little pussy, causing even more wetness. Steve could feel Emily’s body shivered as he started eating her out. He digged his tongue deep into her and moved it up and down slowly but firmly. Simultaneously, his thumb rubbed across her clit, as he heard multiple soft moans escaping her mouth. “Steve, I’m gonna cum.. she moaned. He stopped licking immediately and came back up to her face. “No. You’re gonna cum when I want you to, understand?” She suddenly looked worried. “He must be wondering where I Am.” Steve slapped her ass and shoved her against the wall hard. “You should be worrying about me, nothing else. I’m gonna fuck you now and you’re gonna be a good girl.”

He took off his pants and threw them into the corner. As Emily took his cock into her hand and started to get on her knees, he grabbed her by the neck and pulled her back up, holding her face right in front of his. “None of this bullshit, baby.” He pushed her into the corner between the cold tile wall and a sink and lifted up one of her legs. Steve stood in front of her and quickly pushed his hard cock into her dripping pussy without wasting any time. Emily’s arms locked around his back and as he started thrusting himself into her, her nails digged into his butt, causing him to thrust even faster. As a loud moan tried to escape her mouth again, Captain quickly suffocated it by kissing her hard. He could feel her body losing control with every increase of pace. All her sense was his scent, his sweaty, muscular body pushing against hers, his throbbing cock pounding and stretching her tight little pussy, hitting her inner walls. Steve covered her mouth once more as her moans turned into screams. He felt her body shivered, then clenched hard around his cock for a second before shaking uncontrollably again as she bit one of his fingers that was covering her mouth. Steve pulled out his hard cock and once again Emily tried to get on her knees to make him cum with her mouth but she almost fell over, still having very little control of her own body. He grabbed her quickly and picked her up. “Did I say we’re done?” She looked a little scared as she saw the burning hunger in Steve’s eyes. He grabbed her hair and pulled her to the sink, bending her over the counter. He slapped her butt hard, before he shoved his thick cock into her again from behind. This time was much quicker. Steve immediately started to pounding as hard as he only could, while pulling her head up by her hair so she could see him fucking her in the mirror. After roughly several seconds, he felt the familiar shivering and clenching, this time causing him to cum inside her pumping pussy as well. “FUCK, STEVE!” she couldn’t hold it any longer and screamed Steve’s name loudly, not caring if Bucky will hear it. Steve waited till he felt that every drop of his cum has been shot into her, then he pulled out his cock. He turned her around, kissed her hard one last time and smiled. “Good, baby. Now I know what Bucky meant telling me you’re the rapture” blonde man rushed to put his clothes back on, then he simply left the bathroom, fastening his belt, leaving Emily shaking and naked. Trembling all over her sweaty body, she looked after him, then she quickly closed the door to bathroom and got under the shower. She felt his semen dripping down her thighs. Emily allowed the cold water to stimulate her mind and body, pulling her out of the blissful lethargy after a fulfillment in arms of Captain Rogers.

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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Reunion || Stucky Smut

Summary: Bucky is out of cryo in Wakanda. He lives calm life but he feels something's about to happen, soon. When Steve comes to Wakanda, it only makes Bucky sure of an uncertain future. Their meeting goes into very sexual way as soon as they get alone.

Warnings: Smut, small IW spoiler

Words: 3399

Authors: Cass & Beast

Request by: @infinity-stones-seeker inspired by ♥

It's been a while since he was awaken. Time seemed to be passing by quicker than it used to do before.

He wasn't a Winter Soldier anymore. He wasn't sergeant Barnes either.

White Wolf. His new name has sounded so proudly and he was truly happy about that.

Bucky was spending his time at learning how to live his new life. Shuri has helped him a lot lately. In the wildest dreams, Bucky wouldn't thought that T'Challa's sister will become his best buddy.

The idyll didn't last long, unfortunately.

Bucky was nervous since the moment he found out that Steve will come to Wakanda, along with people Bucky knew for a while then.

He was still without his left arm and he felt kinda like a waste dude.

 Steve sighed rubbing his neck nervously. He was back in Wakanda. Last time when Steve was here, he had to say goodbye to his best pal and now... He came back to see him again.

Steve was deep in his thoughts, looking through the window until Shuri slapped him in the arm.

"Still here? You should go now. He is waiting at you."

Man nodded slowly and took a deep breath.

He thanked Shuri and left.

He good knows where he has to go but he felt fear. It was such a long time since they've seen each other last time.

Bucky was rounding an airstrip another time, he was meant to meet with Captain at that place. It was when he spotted familiar figure on the horizon.

"Steve..." Bucky whispered, yet his lips didn't move even a bit.

He slowly started to walk toward his pal, his buddy, his Steve... A walk has shortly changed into a pace faster than it, in the end changing into a simple run.

Not paying any attention to people around, Bucky jumped into Steve's arms.

"I thought I will never see you again, pal..." He mumbled as he buried face into Steve's hair.

Steve hugged Bucky tightly. His pal. His buddy. His Bucky... He was awake again and now he was in Steve's arms.

Blond man nuzzled to Bucky's shoulder inhaling other man's scent. In this specific moment, Steve realized how much he missed his friend. His warmth. His presence.

Steve pulled away and looked at Bucky's face. "How are you, Buck? It's good to see you again." He said and looked into Bucky's eyes just to make sure it was really him this time.

Without Bucky, Steve used to dream about his friend. Many times he was thinking that Bucky was back for real but those were just dreams.

"I am fine but your presence here heralds something more, I believe..." Bucky's smile has faded away but soon, new one slowly crept on his lips. Bucky reached his limb out to run fingers over Steve's beard. "I can't believe! You and the beard! I like it." He giggled softly.

Steve blinked and laughed loudly at Bucky's comment. "Then better believe it, Buck! Because this beard stays."

He sighed and looked at his pal. Bucky didn't change a lot. For Steve, it was still the same man. Man's gaze fell on Bucky's missing arm. "It's gone..." He said quietly with obvious sadness in his voice.

A blush crept onto Bucky's face, so man turned his head aside trying to hide it. "I am used to live without it, you know?" Bucky's voice was nothing more than a whisper. "Shuri... T'Challa's sister said she can help me with that but she needs some time, you know?" Bucky smirked darkly as he took a deep breath.

He looked shyly at Steve. His pal wasn't that "good guy" anymore. Steve looked valiant, he definitely acquired so much vigor, he was so tall and handsome as hell...

Bucky pointed with his chin at the little hill nearby. "I live there. C'mon. I'll show you!"

Steve noticed the blush but he didn't say anything, he only nodded. "I know. I talked with T'Challa and Shuri. You still look great, pal. With or without an arm."

Blond man turned around to look at the hill. "It looks nice. Lead the way, Buck." Steve said with a smile.

The sun was setting slowly when they were walking side by side, ahead, together.

"Something's in the air, I can feel it in my bones." Bucky's voice was full of sadness. "We live in bad times, Steve."

Bucky took a deep breath, he inhaled the fresh air and smiled a bit.

"I enjoy Wakanda's life. It's simple but at the same time, it gives me a lot of peace I have almost never had." Bucky looked around above his shoulder to notice a group of children following them now and then. "Looks like we have a company over there."

Steve laughed softly. "We are old, Buck. It's normal for men at this age to feel something in their bones." He joked trying to divert Bucky's attention from the real reason he had came to Wakanda. "That's wonderful, Buck. I am so happy that you finally have found a peace and that... they helped you." He said and then looked over his shoulder to look at children. "I was gone for few months and you already have new friends, pal?" Steve looked back at Bucky and smiled.

Bucky's voiced echoed as he laughed shortly. "It wasn't me who made new friends. It was them."

Bucky stopped within a step and gustily turned around making an angry grimace. "Give the adults some time to talk!" He roared in deep voice of his, what made children laugh as they ran away.

Bucky put his bangs behind the ear and winked at Steve. "I hope they will give us some time at least."

Soon, two men arrived on the peak of the hill. On the other side of the hill, near to the base of an upland, there was a small cottage house.

"So. Here we are..." Bucky looked at his pal.

Steve smiled at Bucky and shrugged. "We will see. If I can be honest, it's kinda sweet to see you with kids."

Man looked at cottage house. "Still looks better than our first apartment. Remember that, Buck?" He asked looking at his friend.

Bucky rolled his eyes poking Steve's side. "You good know I don't like kids."

As they walked down the hill, Bucky nodded slightly. "I do remember."

And indeed, he remembered. It was a good time to both of them. They were young, completely lost in their youth, they weren't worrying of an upcoming wars nor difficulties.

As they reached the house, Bucky has politely shifted aside to let Steve in. "Forgive me the mess." He ruffled his own hair.

"You do realize you aren't a messy person, right?" Steve asked as he walked inside.

"I wasn't. Now I definitely am. I do not put much attention to the mess." Bucky joined Steve inside and he closed the door behind him. "So, Mr Rogers, welcome to Bucky's little farm!" Bucky laughed and simply flopped on the tiny wooden bed.

He looked at Steve once again letting his eyes slip all over the familiar figure.

"Funny that we meet again when everything's about to fall apart again, huh?"

Steve chuckled and looked at Bucky sadly. "Yeah, you are right, Bucky... but let's not talk about this now, please. I came here to see you. Not to talk about world's problems... I missed you, Buck. I am more than happy to see you again."

Bucky smiled at his friend and let out a loud sigh. "Same here, Steve. Make yourself at home. My place is equally yours." Bucky's eyes never left Steve's. "Wanna some coffee? Anything?" He cleared his throat.

"You know I am not a coffee fan." Steve said as he sat next to Bucky on the bed.

Steve was looking at Bucky for a second before placing hand on Bucky's cheek. "I am so happy you are back. You have no idea."

Before Bucky stopped himself from doing so, he let out a short nervous giggle. "Charming as always, huh, Cap?" He asked. At the same time he sweared in his thoughts. WHAT THE HELL ARE YA DOING, BARNES!?

"I missed you, Steven." Again his lips barely moved as he has spoken.

Steve smiled. "I've never been too charming. I have no idea what are you talking about."

Steve couldn't wait any longer. He wanted to taste him. He wanted to feel him. He wanted to have Bucky as close as possible again. He let out a soft sigh and pulled Bucky closer. "I missed you harder."

Bucky shifted a bit blushing hardly. This time was like their very first time back then to him.

Bucky wrapped his arm around Steve's neck and pulled him closer. He crushed his lips on Steve's humming quietly.

Yes. It was that. Familiar taste had hit him hard and Bucky felt like every of his muscles tensed within a second.

Steve was taken by the surprise. He growled into the kiss quietly and kissed Bucky back.

This was the thing that Steve missed the most. This wonderful feeling. The feeling of someone being close. The feeling of being loved.

Steve pulled away panting against Bucky's lips. He took a deep breath and gently pushed Bucky down on the bed.

And it was when Bucky killed the atmosphere. Again. "Doesn't it... Bother you, Steve?" He mumbled quietly looking up at Captain. "I still don't have my arm..."

Bucky's heart was skipping a furious beat. It was mostly him who was leading all the actions between them. Now, the roles have changed a bit.

"Buck..." Steve said quietly and placed his hand back on Bucky's cheek. "I'd have you anyway..." Steve whispered before kissing his pal again.

Steve didn't care about fact that Buck was missing an arm. He was there. He was real and he was with him now.

Bucky smiled but was cut off by breathtaking kiss. He got lost into it. His hand quickly found Steve's nape where Bucky gently ran fingers over the skin. He knew that Steve liked this kind of teasing.

Bucky pulled away seconds later to take a breath. "Someone was missing me deeply, huh?" He made the best and most lovingly voice he only could.

Steve purred loudly as he felt Bucky's hand on his nape. "Fuck... Yes, I missed you. I missed you so badly. Time without you... was so hard that I couldn't wait until you will be back... Four years Buck... it's too long for me..." Man muttered and move his kisses to Bucky's neck. Steve's hand slowly moved down other man's body.

Bucky opened his neck for Steve by tilting head aside, he also let out a quiet approving whimper as a sign he missed Steve's touch.

"Dear Lord, how much I was longing for you."

Bucky slipped hand in Steve's hair pulling them strongly, so Steve was forced to raised his chin. Bucky immediately used this fact kissing man's jawline and then slowly sucking on Steve's lower lip.

Steve moaned as Bucky pulled his hair. "I love when you do that, Buck." He muttered and kissed Bucky deeply. Steve couldn't wait any longer, he started to slowly grind his crotch against Bucky. "I need you, Buck."

He purred and moved back to Bucky's neck pushing hand under his clothes.

"Oh, man.." Bucky was only able to moan incomprehensibly as he felt how Steve was grinding against him.

Bucky licked his lips slowly as he felt a bulge in Cap's pants.

"My Captain is more eager than I thought..." He let Steve's lips wandered along the pulsepoint on his neck.

"You have no idea how eager am I." Steve said and sat up to remove the upper part of his uniform and his gloves. He threw everything on the floor and started to undress Bucky. "I hope your little friends won't visit us. This would be hard to explain them some things."

"Easy, man," Bucky smirked lazily, "They know they cannot come in without my permission."

It was hard to Bucky to get undressed while having only one arm, so he has left this to Steve.

When his shirt was removed, Bucky felt exposed for few seconds but that feeling simply has vanished as Steve's hands started their way along Bucky's chest. Former Winter Soldier was only able to moan deeply as he moved hand to Steve's crotch. Bucky cupped the bulge in Cap's pants and massaged it hardly looking into his lover's eyes.

Steve laughed and nodded. "Well, I can see you had raised then really well, Buck. You are a good dad." Steve joked and let out a low growl as he felt Bucky's hand on his hardening cock.

"Fuck, Bucky..." Steve moaned softly and his hips gently thrust into Bucky's hand.

Bucky smirked against Steve's lips slowly licking over them as he tightened his grasp on Steve's bulge. "It's hard without an arm." Bucky murmured deeply. He wasn't that beefy as he used to be but Steve has gotten very muscular and heavy. Cap was pinning Bucky down easily.

Blond man purred and kissed Bucky’s lips. “Still doing great, pal.” He said, moving kisses down Bucky’s neck and then down his chest.

"I waited for so long..." Steve muttered, undressing Bucky completely.

Bucky wasn't blushing anymore, even when he has gotten exposed completely.

Steve's actions made his cock hard like never before. Bucky licked his lower lip as he reached hand to Steve's belt and fly.

"Hands... Hand off pal." Steve said, pushing Bucky's hand away.

Steve gently kissed Bucky's abdomen and wrapped his hand around Bucky's cock. Blond man smiled and started to stroke Bucky from the base to the tip.

Bucky rested his hand at Steve's shoulder as he let out loud moan. "Shit, Steve..." He whispered rolling head back on the pillows. "Fuck, pal..."

With each touch of Steve's hand, Bucky was shivering softly. A cold shiver was running up and down his spine with his lover's every single touch.

Bucky hung his mouth open as he squeezed Steve's thigh.

"How much I.... I missed that.."

Steve sighed against Bucky's tip. "I missed this too, pal. So much." He whispered before taking the tip into his mouth.

He started to suck Bucky's tip gently swirling his tongue around it from time to time. Steve missed this so much. Every sound made by his pal was making him even more eager.

Bucky instinctively slipped his hand into Steve's hair, he pulled them hardly. "Fuck you, Rogers.." Bucky grunted loudly as he bucked his hips a bit to slid his cock deep down Steve's throat.

Steve good knew how to make Bucky hard. His every move was considered carefully.

Bucky's head was rested on the pillows as he relaxed all of his muscles watching, how Steve was giving him a blowjob.

"Now it's fuck you, Barnes." Steve said before slipping Bucky's cock deep into his throat and sucking it even harder.

He wanted to pleasure Bucky more but also, he has wanted to tease him so badly. He waited too long for this, so he moved his hand to Bucky's balls to massage them gently.

Barnes shifted at the strong grasp on his balls and grunted deeply closing his eyes. "Just like that, Cap. You're doing a great job, you know?"

Bucky opened his blue eyes and looked down at his friend. He grabbed Steve by his bangs and started to rocking his hips in steady pace. With each thrust, Bucky's cock was sliding deep down Steve's throat, what was gagging Rogers a bit.

"Fuck. If you're gonna suck that cock so hardly, I'll cum." Bucky said in deep voice of his. "I wanna play with your dick, too."

Steve let out a loud growl when Bucky pulled his hair. He looked up and just let Bucky fuck his mouth while still massaging man's balls.

Steve pulled back for a bit. "Good. That's what I have wanted and... maybe later, pal." Steve winked and returned to sucking on Bucky's cock. This time he sucked him harder, moving his head up and down, squeezing Bucky's balls at the same time. Steve sticked his tongue out to ran its tip along the main vain on Bucky's cock.

Bucky bucked his hips few more times and then he had just simply cum in Steve's mouth, spurting his hot sperm down Steve's throat.

"FUCK!" Bucky grunted loudly jerking on his cock to gush every drop of his cum.

As he finished, Barnes got up and pulled Steve by the hand. He kissed Rogers and circled him nuzzling to his nape from behind. Bucky rubbed his hand down Steve's chest to his belt.

"Let's just be two free men that have gay sexual urges and are finally given the opportunity to act on those urges." Bucky whispered as he kissed his pal's neck.

Barnes let go of Steve's cargo pants after unbuckling and unbuttoning them and they fell to the ground.

Bucky grabbed the strap of Steve's boxers and pushed them down around his ankles as well. Barnes began grinding the man as they both moaned. "C'mon Mr. Rogers, relax." Bucky whispered as he stroked Steve's member pumping his hand fastly along Steve's shaft.

Steve growled loudly and grabbed Bucky's hand. "Since when you are in charge?" He growled and successfully threw Bucky back on the bed.

Steve stepped out of his pants and boxers and then pinned Bucky down. "White Wolf isn't so confident now, huh?" He kissed Bucky. "Hope you are ready, pal. I don't wanna hurt you." Steve winked.

"Hurt? Me? I was hurt many times. That will be a pleasure."

Bucky tried to support his weight on his elbow but he failed and in the end he laid comfortably down. His eyes were on Steve's massive cock. Bucky licked his lips briefly.

"I've never seen you so bossy, man."

Steve spitted on his hand and stroked his cock few times listening to Bucky's words. "Exactly Buck, and it's enough for you." He explained and kissed Bucky deeply before slowly pushing into him.

Steve let out a loud growl. "Your ass is fucking tight, pal... And I was always bossy." He grunted and nuzzled to Bucky's neck.

"Fuck!" Bucky growled and immediately his hand wandered to Steve's back, where Barnes dug his nails into man's skin. "Fuck, you're so fucking huge, Rogers! What were you taking? Fucking steroids?!" Bucky bit his lower lip slowly wrapping legs around Steve's hips.

The feeling of being full was slowly spreading all over his body. Indeed, it was kinda painful but Bucky enjoyed the feeling.

The sight of Steve's muscular body towering over him was truly breathtaking.

Barnes was grunting everytime when Steve was shoving his member into Bucky's ass.

Steve moved slowly letting out a moan from time to time. “Your ass feels so good, Bucky.” He wrapped arms tightly around his man. “I wish I could hold you like this forever… I don’t want to let go. Never again.” Steve said panting.

Bucky moved hand from Steve's back to his nape trying to pull him down as much as it was possible. "Yes, Steve. Just like that. Just like that."

Bucky let his thoughts drifted away and he only focused on the pleasure.

Steve started to move faster. "Fuck Bucky... I am close." Steve growled and nuzzled to Bucky's neck. Soon, Steve pushed into Bucky as deep as he only could and he cum with a loud whimper. "Fuck!"

Bucky has arched his back as the pleasure hit him hard.

"Steven!" He grunted deeply shooting his eyes close as he felt how Steve cum inside of him.

Moment later, when Rogers fell on the mattress next to him, Bucky instinctively nuzzled to his pal, hiding his face in Steve's hair.

Blond man sighed and gently stroked Bucky's hair. "Don't call me Steven ever again." Steve laughed and hugged Bucky tightly. "You know what Buck?" He asked and looked at his friend.

Bucky brushed his lips against Steve's collarbone. "I like to call you that... What's it?" He mumbled quietly.

"Just don't... I love you and I am happy you are here with me. I missed you. I missed having you in my arms." Steve said softly and kissed Bucky's forehead.

Bucky only nodded before he let the darkness to overwhelm his body.

"I love you too, Steve."

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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.

Before You'll Be Gone|| Stucky Smut

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

Warnings: Smut

Words: 2372

Authors: Cass & Toro

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

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

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

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

Steve crossed arms over his chest, sighing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bucky sighed deeply and nodded. "Sure... I will help you."

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

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

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

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

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

"Mhmmm..." He purred softly. "I can see you do, Buck."

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

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

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

"Yes! We're gonna fuck! FINALLY!" Bucky said happily and pulled Steve quickly to their room.

He locked the door behind them as they both entered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Keep going, Buck, you're amazing."

Bucky panted against Steve's shoulder. "Fuck... You are so perfect, kitten. So warm, so tight, I love you so much."

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

"Shit..." Steve panted quietly, the feeling was unbearable.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bucky only smiled and then wrapped his metal hand around Steve's throat. "Fuck... I love you so much, Steve."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What?" Steve sighed and kissed Bucky's jawline.

"Right now... I think of how hard I'll be fucking your pillow when you will be gone." Bucky said and laughed.

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