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You’re Perfect

Steve Rogers x Reader

Rating: T

Author’s Note: Yeah...I suck at titles. Sorry about that... On the bright side, this is my first completed request! 

Despite what some people said about the man, you loved working for Fury. Well, except when he forced you to handle paperwork.

A frown on your face, you struggled to balance the countless papers that rested in your arms, all waiting to be filed.  Each folder holding information to countless missions, leads on suspicious individuals, and background checks on recent recruits would need to be reviewed, relayed to F.R.I.D.A.Y, then placed into the cabinets that were already filled to the brim with manila folders identical to the ones you were about to add to the mix.

One day, you would be able to convince Fury to abandon this old-fashioned method. They were working with Tony for God’s sake. He would be all for throwing out the system. Plus, the Avengers and those working for them could benefit from escaping this time wasting task. Cursing once more at the man, you finally stopped, catching sight of the all too familiar broad frame of your boyfriend.

With a small grunt, you set the files on a nearby desk as you approached the meeting room he currently sat within; ready to wait outside and surprise the man you haven’t seen in days. He wasn’t supposed to be home until tomorrow, previously pulled away to yet another country who needed help defeating you knows what evil lurked nearby. Your entire demeanor changing as you took in the sight of the man who held your heart, you watched as his eyes skimmed what was undoubtedly the next mission that required Captain America’s attention.

Yet as your (e/c) eyes finally reached the blue ones you’ve been begging to see since Sunday, you frowned at the hardened expression that took over his complexion. Different from the one he often used when he entered the work place, you frowned, glancing towards the woman who was speaking at the other side of the room.

Her lips moved quickly and you thanked Fury for the extensive classes he provided for your training as one of his agents. With your added disadvantage of being eighty percent deaf, the time originally intended for an agent to grow accustomed to the patterns of the team were quickly set aside for the importance of understanding others in a time effective manner.

Besides, it wasn’t like you didn’t know the way Fury liked things preformed. You did work with him before he brought you into this project.

As your eyes quickly followed the movement of her lips, your face began to grow pale. Despite the words she uttered, you stayed rooted to the spot, taking in each of her words as she continued to convince Steve of her decision regarding the next mission…with you.

“Sir, what I’m trying to say is that (y/n) may not be the best choice for a mission with these set of qualifications. Not only will the team be separated and unable to communicate through face to face contact, the automated systems that were created to avoid sign language is not fast enough for this purpose.”

The agent caught sight of your presence, sending a subtle smirk your way as she continued her speech despite the glare that Steve sent her way. With a newfound confidence, she continued, her lips exaggerating each word as if to ensure that you would understand it.

“To be honest Captain, this mission requires strenuous activity and given the…physical…appearance of (y/n), this may not be the mission for her. I’d rather worry about the goal at hand rather than worry if my comrade jeopardizes the team by falling behind.”

You weren’t naïve. You knew that many people talked about you and the way you looked. Their need for gossip lacked a target as soon as they reached the real world, unable to find easy victims outside a typical school setting. But you were never fazed by their attempts to lower your self-esteem. With the confidence you found in your skill set, you had avoided their attempts to bring you down. But this? This was stripping you of the one thing you took pride in, questioning how effective it would be in a team that you dedicated your life to.

With a frown, you shook as you took a step back, your eyes beginning to fill with tears and expose the hurt that accompanied the agent’s lack of trust in your abilities. Not bothering to pick up the files that you previously set aside, you quickly escaped to the floor that you shared with the super solder.

Without a second glance at the meeting room, you didn’t catch the way Steve finally reached his breaking point. His hand slammed against the glass, forcing it to chip as he slowly stood, glaring at the agent that dared questioned you. He stalked closer towards her, her own feet stepping back with each one of his until her back hit the wall, leaving her as easy prey to her superior.

“Agent (y/n) has always been a major asset to the team. Unlike your false sense of superiority, she has the integrity to remain in the same position as new recruits when she could clearly advance by several ranks. If you are as concerned about her performance as you say, perhaps someone can show you her previous accomplishments so you can understand her importance. Unlike you, she can not be replaced.”

This bitter version of Steve continued as his eyes hardened, experiencing hurt for you without the knowledge that you witnessed this attack yourself.

“Additionally, agent (y/n)’s weight is none of your concern. How she looks does not define her personality and capabilities. If you fail to see that, that is your own lack of ability but I will stand to have this in the team. Report to Fury immediately and inform him to review the footage from the meeting and he may do as he sees fit. That is an order recruit and if this task is not accomplished, I will do it myself. Trust me, you don’t want that.”

With that, Steve jerked away, heading towards the door of the room without a second glance to the shocked and terrified woman he left behind. His breaths came labored as he slammed the door shut, the glass beginning to shatter as he hastily made his approach towards the elevator. With the intent of finding you immediately, he tried to push aside the emotions that erupted from his recent conversation to instead find solace in your embrace.

As his fist slammed against the button for the specified floor for the two of you, he willed himself to calm down. With quick paces across the small tiled floor of the elevator, his hands ran through his hair, pulling against the roots in a feeble attempt to relieve some of the stress.

How dare they insult his girlfriend. And in front of him? If they were that descriptive to his face, he cringed at what they were saying about his doll when he was away. With one swift punch to the metal walls, he grimaced as a dent was made on the once pristine interior.

Tony was going to kill him.

Yet as the familiar ding of the elevator finally reached Steve’s ears, he shook the small worry aside as he swiftly entered the room, his boots squeaking against the newly waxed floor. With a hope that he would find you curled up in your small alcove, reading whatever new novel you chose to indulge in that week, he froze as the soft sound of your cries filled the room. The forced noise bounced against the walls, holding him captive in his spot as the fear of what could have happened to his strong girlfriend plagued his thoughts. Without thinking any further of the ‘what-ifs’, he rushed into the bedroom, slamming the door open as his blue eyes quickly surveyed the room for you.

A breath of relief left his lips as he quickly found you on the bed, your face pressed against the pillow as your body shook with the sobs that escaped your lips. Your hands pressed the pillow to cover your ears, as if to cover your disability, making him frown as he slowly approached. He sat beside you, his weight shifting the bed with his movements and causing you to finally snap your head up to look at Steve’s concerned expression.

His hand touched your cheek softly before he pulled you to sit besides him. After a failed attempt to wipe away the tears from your face, his frown deepened as he hastily began to sign his concerns. You then hid from his gaze, looking down at the light blue comforter while signing the few words that were needed.

“I know what she said about me.”

Your sobs grew more intense as your hands dropped to your lap, beginning to twist together as you forced yourself to avoid whatever Steve would say. Would he be upset that you were spying? Would he…agree with the agent? The thought left your body numb as you thought about the man you loved expressing his lack of confidence in your ability as well.

Before you could spiral into the dark abyss of your mind, he softly moved your chin so you could face him once more. His hands moved through the air as he quickly shook his head, trying to resolve the issue before you made any drastic decisions because of the words of one silly agent.

“Doll, she was so wrong.” He paused. With one kiss to your trembling lips, he bit his own, trying to remember one sign before embarking on his impromptu speech.

“You are one of the best agents here. Anyone is lucky to have you as their ally and if they can’t see that…screw them.” You began to crack a smile at his what you knew to be intentional slip of language. You mouthed his signature phrase at him before closing your eyes, taking a deep breath before going back to pay attention to his words once more.

“I don’t know what that agent was talking about but you’re perfect. No one cares about your weight. No one cares about you being deaf. All they care about is you. Don’t you see? Natasha loves how you’re willing to spar with her. Or how you can always be the shoulder she needs when the mighty Black Widow feels down. Tony loves the way you rush to help him with his latest experiments, helping him fix the problem before an ever bigger issue arrives. Bruce loves the way you don’t treat him like a monster. Clint loves how you can find him no matter where he hides. I can go on but (y/n) don’t you see? These little things, combined with your skills as an agent, are so important. You’re the factor that brings the team together, filling the gaps to create a unified team that won’t self-combust in the middle of a fight. We need you. We need you more than you know.”

“I-“

“I need you. I don’t need just Agent (y/n) though. I want all of you. I love the way you don’t obey orders. Yes, it drives me insane but you’re so independent. I can trust you to make the right decision…even if its not the one I made. You’re strong. You’re smart. You know me inside and out. Doll, I wouldn’t have been able to make it in this century if it wasn’t for you.” Once more, Steve paused, a small smile slowly beginning to make an appearance as a soft chuckle escaped his lips.

“And I can’t begin to express how the little things you do wins my heart over and over again. Like the way you wake up early just to see me after my runs. You don’t care how early it is. You’re quick to greet me with a smile and a cup of coffee.” He didn’t need to go further. He proved his point. With that, he dropped his hands, mouthing the rest of the words as he slowly pulled you in to give you a much needed kiss.

“I love you my perfect girl.”

You’d still have to work out this problem of self-doubt later. You’d still have questions about what transpired after the meeting. You’d still need to be reassured but for now, this was enough. With your hands tangled in his hair and his lips moving gently against your own, you felt wanted. Needed.

You felt perfect.

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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Abandoned House || Steve Rogers x Reader

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

Warnings: none

Words: 1037

Author: Rouge

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dust was over every surface like dirty snow.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You glanced back at the music box.

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

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

Was it some kind of a trap?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Last Breath || Steve Rogers x reader

Summary: Fight against Thanos takes a dramatic turn.

Warnings: Major character’s death, overall sadness.

Words: 1600

Request by: @herdofsambars

Authors: Rouge & Cass

Everything was incredibly still.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Crystal…,” he breathed out.

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

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

You reached out and touched his cheek.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*********

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I know,” Steve nodded and smiled.

*********

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

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

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

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

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The Blizzard || Steve Rogers x Reader Oneshot

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

Warnings: none

Words: 1088

Request by: @porgswillrullgalaxymotherfucker

Authors: Rouge

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How are you?” You asked slightly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was late in the evening.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And it was still snowing outside.

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That’s How I Like You The Most || Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: You’re a member of S.H.I.E.L.D. You constantly have nightmares about Winter Soldier. One night, when no heater is working and you wake up covered in sweat, Steve Rogers is the one to cheer you up.

Warnings: none

Words: 1306

Author: Rouge

A/N: This fic was written for @justsomewritingprompts ‘ s writing challenge. I had: Scenarios: 12. Cold Night, No Heater || Quote: 7. “It’s fucking freezing” || items: 14. Blankets

An ominous boom startled you out of your abysmal nightmare. Your cheeks were wet and body was bathed in a cold sweat. The sheets were twisted around your limbs, probably because you were thrashing in yoursleep. Your heart pounded against your chest. You trembled. The room was entirely dark. No light anywhere. The remnants of your nightmare still clung to your mind, haunting you. You had no trouble imagining Winter Soldier lurking in the murky darkness of your room.

Another flash of lightning illuminated the room in blinding light. You let out a frightened cry and buried the face into your pillow. Even your breaths trembled. You swallowed and once again turned to see the endless darkness of the room.

Second later, the door was opened and familiar voice echoed from its walls.

“Y/N? Are you okay?”

You blinked few times, adjusting your eyes to sudden brightness. You saw Steve peeking into your room, a dismal expression on his face.

“Yes. It was just a nightmare…,” you whispered, rubbing your temples. “I’m sorry, did I wake you up?”

Steve smiled, yet he was pale still. “You were screaming. I got pretty worried about you,” Steve cleared up sadly.

You nodded slightly, wrapping sheets tighter around you. “Bruh, it’s cold again, and Tony promised me to fix my radiator,” you said, looking sadly at Steve. “And now this nightmare, I am done, I can’t rest properly since few days,” your voice was nothing more but a whisper.

Steve tilted his head gently, chucking. “Don’t count on it, Y/N. Tony’s busy, almost always. Heater doesn’t work in my room either. Maybe, if you would like, you could come to me,” Rogers suggested, a little grin crept onto his lips.

You blushed, turning your head aside. “I don’t know if I should…,” you stated softly but your body demonstrated what he needed, you shivered as cold thrill ran along your spine.

Steve chuckled. “Come on, yesterday I received a brand new blanket, we could try it,” he cocked his brow.

You blushed even harder, was Captain America himself trying to hit on you? You nodded but before you got up from your bed, you gave him a glance. “Can you, like, I have to get dressed…,” you grinned at him, “You can wait for me near the lifts,” you suggested, hoping he will obey.

Steve consented, and with a huge smile, he closed the door of your room.

It was when you let a withhold breath out. Captain America. Steve Rogers. You couldn’t wish anything more.

You quickly roamed through your wardrobe to pick black, fitted leggins and white tank top.

Within five minutes you joined him on the corridor, rubbing your shoulders. “Fuck, it’s fucking freezing,” you summed up.

Steve agreed with you as he pressed the button to call an elevator. His steel blue eyes measured your figure, from the bottom to the top, he couldn’t help but smirked at you.

When you both entered  the elevator, he pressed button signed “5”, it was the floor where his chamber was located.

“You look gorgeous, you know, Y/N?,” he askedcasually, his eyes were still on you.

You pressed your back to the wall of the elevator and pretended you were focused on numbers that were changing on the display.

“Thanks,” you said softly, glaring up at him for a second.

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The room was uncomfortably large. The floor was polished concrete, the walls white. There was room in here for dozens of people. It was a perfect place, but cold in its tranquility. The soft jazz was just audible as background noise.

“Wow… Scandinavian furniture… I didn’t expect something like this…,” you covered your mouth with palm, admiring the sight.

“Why not? I am not that old, Y/N, and trust me, I like to surround myself with a good quality,” Rogers whispered right in your ear from behind.

You didn’t even notice when his hands were wrapped around your waist tightly, you only hummed at the unexpected touch of his large palms and muscular chest nuzzling to your back. “Come on, it’s cold here, as I mentioned before my heater isn’t working, too,” Steve said, “Follow me, Y/N. It should be better in bed, I bet the blanket is still warm.”

He grabbed your palm and pulled you to his bed. As soon as you sat on a soft mattress, Steve joined you, wrapping woolen blanket around both of you.

“Mmmm, it’s so soft, and warm,” you purred, leaning your back against Steve’s chest. “Much better. I just hope Tony will finally do something with heating or we will freeze to death.”

You heard him laugh, his voice made your heart skipped a beat. You closed your eyes, trying to warm yourself up.

“Will you tell me about that nightmare, Y/N?,” Steve asked suddenly, his voice sounded gently. You found it so cute of him that he always was trying to figure out your problems. Steve was particularly the only person from the entire team that you got along so well with.

“Winter Soldier,” you responded simply, “I dreamt about him chasing me, again,” you sighed deeply.

“Shush, Y/N,” he said in that strong voice of his, “S.H.I.E.L.D. will find him soon, I guess,” he ensured.

“Maybe, but what will happen if they won’t?,” you turned your head to face him.

“Then I’ll make sure you’re safe, just like the others,” he cupped your face with his palms, rubbing his thumbs against your cheeks, “There’s nothing you should be worry about for now. Everything’s okay, Y/N, trust me.”

You nodded, exhaling a shaky breath. “I do,” you stated, “I always do.”

You nuzzled to his warm body, humming softly under your breath. Oh, he was so warm!

In the darkness of his room your cuddles were felt like a little touch of heaven, warm, together, cozy. You wished you could extend the night just so you could stay close to Steve for longer, safe in his strong embrace. His arms wrapped right around you brought a peace you've never known before, a calming of the storms in your heart, soul, mind. In his embrace you started to believe that there was nothing out there to fear, that all there was, was sunshine, beautiful trees and only good things to happen.

“Steve, can I be honest with you?,” you asked suddenly, opening your eyes and stretching a bit in his arms.

“Yes,” Rogers looked you right in the eye, he was visibly interested.

“Your cuddles are the only medicine I need, they are the light in the darkness, a lone star in an otherwise empty sky. I feel so safe when you’re around.”

You put both hands on his chest, supporting yourself, and you leant to him to place a warm, needy kiss to his beautiful, full lips.

Firstly, you were afraid he will push you away but nothing like this happened. Instead, his muscular arms were wrapped around you and second later, Steve was pulling you as closer as he only could. He deepen the kiss, your tongues were dancing together for a short while before you had to pull to take a breath.

You panted, trying to calm your heartbeat. You looked at Steve and he was only smiling at you, a little blush on his cheeks made him look like an embarrassed teenager. You only smirked at him and put head to his chest, listening to his heart.

Steve pulled the blanket tighter around two of you to make you feel comfortable.

“You’re a good kisser,” he praised with a grin, and you felt like a blush spread against your face.

You grabbed the hem of blanket and pulled it onto your head. “Bye, I’m gonna hide, you’re making me blush, Steve!”

He laughed warmly. “And that’s how I like you the most,” Steve purred.