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don’t take this personal / steve rogers.

pairing: steve rogers x reader.

summary: after months of pining, y/n has finally given up on her hopeless crush on steve and started dating someone else. little does she know, her feelings were very much so requited.

warnings: alcohol consumption, a little bit of swearing, smut in the next part.

word count: 2165.

a/n: i’m finally back from my little un-announced and un-planned break and i’m so excited to see i’ve reached my first 100 followers ! thank you for following and reading my subpar writing. this is loosely based off of this song and it’s gonna be a two parter, the next part will have smut so yeah that’s about it so i hope you guys enjoy ! gif credit.

part one / part two.

It had taken approximately 262, 800 minutes for you to hang your head in defeat and give up. That’s right, six months of coy flirting, shy smiles and subtle blushes brushing your cheeks to come up with absolutely nothing. Of course, Steve always graciously returned the flirting in a gentleman like way you could only expect from him and your shy smiles mirrored that of his, but it seemed absolutely hopeless at this point.

No matter how many hints you dropped, how many lingering touches, how many drifting gazes met across the room --- he seemed oblivious and frankly, impervious to your feelings. 

Which is exactly why, when you’d been out for a coffee run and had literally bumped into a tall, blue-eyed stranger ( whose eyes reminded you of a special someone however lacked the same ability to elicit something deeper out of you ), you agreed to a date when asked. 

You’ve been on five dates with him now. He was a perfect gentleman; kind and smart, warm and humorous. Sure, he was perfect in all aspects and everything a person could possibly ask for but there lacked something between the two of you: a spark. When your eyes met across a room, there was no shiver that ran down the terrain of your spine. When his hand met yours, no goosebumps were elicited. When he smiled at you, your stomach never twisted in knots. He was perfect, but he was no Steve.

“So, he’s coming here, huh? Are you sure you’re ready for that? You do realize how the team can be right?” Natasha’s questioning you as the two of you laid out side by side on sun chairs. Up on the roof, the team had gathered for a weekend barbecue as a result of another successful mission. 

“I know, I know. But I talked to most people about it and they said they wouldn’t bug him too much. He wanted to meet my friends since I already met his.” You shrug, sun-glasses tipping down the bridge of your nose so you could gaze over at the redhead.

“Are things serious between you and Noah?” Natasha’s sitting up now, fingers reaching for her filled glass on the side.

“No, I wouldn’t say that. He’s nice but ...” You trail off as you mirror her movements, sitting up too.

“But he’s not Steve.” Natasha finishes for you, offering a small tight-lipped smile, sympathetic in tone.

You quietly sigh, lifting the sun-glasses off of your head. Your silence is enough confirmation to her comment. 

“Maybe Gramps over there will see you two together and realize he missed out.” She wiggles her brows at you causing you to laugh however shake your head in response. You highly doubted that but before you could counter her remark, out of the corner of your eye, you see your sort-of-maybe boyfriend being walked through the doors with Tony. You immediately dart up from your seat, bare feet padding quickly against the hot concrete as you reach the two. Tony smiles brightly at you.

“Look who I found, Y/N. Your little boyfriend! I was just getting all of us some more drinks from the kitchen and I found the poor bastard looking around like a lost puppy.” He claps his hand over Noah’s shoulder who laughs and sheepishly smiles at you.

“Yeah, I tried texting you when I got here.” He offers an explanation which causes you to slap a hand over your forehead.

“Oh, I’m so sorry. I left my phone back in my room. But hey! You’re here now. Thanks to Tony. C’mon, I’ll introduce you to everyone.” You slip your hand into his and slip towards the small groups of people. 

From the corner of the pool, Steve’s icy cerulean hues latch onto you and your new boyfriend. The way his jaw tightens tells both Sam and Bucky something, both of which come swimming over to his direction. 

“Aw, is someone a little jealous that Y/N brought her boyfriend?” Bucky’s got a sly grin plastered over his features, an elbow nudging Steve in the ribs. He gets no response. Steve’s gaze is still fixated on you, watching as you animatedly talk and introduce your boyfriend to the rest of the team who seem to be pleasantly conversing with him.

“I mean, you are an idiot who completely chickened out on asking her out yourself but I wouldn’t worry about him. He looks freakishly perfect. It’s a little unnerving. There’s gotta be something majorly wrong with that dude,” Sam chimes in in an attempt to lighten Steve’s mood but to no avail.

Steve shakes his head, pulling his weight out of the pool and sits on the side, legs dangling in the cool water. Bucky and Sam follow his lead, the three sitting side by side by side and watching on.

Through a long sigh, Steve says, “It’s too late anyways. She seems happy with him.”

Sam shakes his head, leaning in closer to both Bucky and Steve. “As my dude Justin Bieber once said, never say never.” The three of them burst into lilting laughter that goes unnoticed by the rest of the group.

Noah, who is captured in conversation with Clint, has parted off to the side with him, clearly intrigued in whatever story Clint was spouting. Natasha on the other hand, links her arm into yours and tugs you to the side. 

“Ouch --- Jesus, Nat. Your fucking grip is insane. What is it?” You pull your arm from hers, jokingly rubbing at where she’d grabbed at only for her to rolls her eyes at you.

“Steve has not stopped watching the two of you since he’s got here and he looks like he’s about to pop a vein.” Natasha keeps her voice low, her gaze subtly drifting over to the three boys sitting by the pool ledge. In disbelief, you attempt to subtly gaze over as well and much to your surprise, you’re met with Steve’s burning gaze. It shoots right through you, eliciting a shiver. There was something about the way he looked at you, like you were the only person in the world that mattered. Your heart hammers against your chest. You quickly shift your gaze back to Natasha, cheeks now flushed a bright red.

“Nat, I just .. I can’t do it anymore. I sat around for six months trying and nothing happened. It killed me. I’m sick and tired of being friends and I’m sick and tired of just being there. I’m ...” You frustratedly trail off, a hand running through thick locks.

“Sick and tired of being sick and tired?” Natasha finishes for you, a sympathetic smile and quiet laugh as she pats her arm. You nod vigorously. 

“Well, the least you could do is go over there and introduce him to those three. So it doesn’t look like you’re being weird about it, y’know?” 

You know Natasha’s right and you’d truthfully been dreading this but against your best discretion, you decide to do it. Natasha agrees to join you in case things get too awkward and she has to lighten the atmosphere. Noah has an arm loosely wrapped around your waist as you approach the three who all scramble to get up and meet your acquaintance.

“Hey boys,” Natasha grins and is met with three incredibly different smiles: Sam, a wildly amused smile, Steve, a tight-lipped smile and Bucky, a slightly awkward smile.

“Well, Y/N. Who’s this?” Sam’s the first one to pipe up.

“Guys, this is Noah.” 

“Woah, it’s super cool to meet you guys. I’ve heard so much about you all. Especially Mr. Captain America over here. Y/N hardly shuts up about you!” This earns Noah a slap against the chest from you, a bewildered look on your face telling him to shut up. 

Steve eyes you curiously but you quickly look away, knowing you couldn’t survive under the guise of his gaze.

“Oh, yeah? And what does she say about me?” Steve questions, his tight-lipped, sort of in pain looking smile dissipating beneath a small grin.

“I think I’m embarrassing her right now so I won’t divulge into details but just how amazing Captain America is in real life!” Noah laughs airily and in that very moment, you swear you could bury your own grave and dive right into it.

“Sam! Why don’t you, uh, tell Noah about your fairy wings?” A laugh falls from your cherry lips and it sounds more like a pained laugh than anything but Sam can take the hint.

“Y/N, what have I told you about calling them fairy wings? Anyway, clearly, the best ability on the team. You know, actually ---” You drone Sam out from there on out, gaze glued to the floor and cheeks a permanent shade of crimson.

When you chance it and shift your eyes upward, you’re met with Steve’s unrelenting gaze. His eyes bore into yours and it almost feels like time stops and everything else blurs. All you can focus on is the colour of his eyes, a shade similar to that of the ocean after a storm --- it’s calming and smouldering all at once, igniting a fire within the pit of your stomach.

“Y/N,” You hear Steve’s voice, snapping you out of your reverie. You hastily look around, happy to notice that Noah is still talking to Sam and Bucky however Natasha has disappeared. You look back at Steve, waiting for him to continue.

“Do you want to go get some more drinks from downstairs? I think Tony said we’re running low again.” Timbre of his voice is low, like the words are meant for you and you only. All you can manage to do is nod, your words caught in your throat much like your heart.

The walk to the elevator and the ride itself is quiet. When doors open and reveal you to the main floor, you’re quick to carry yourself past the loft area and into the open kitchen. All you needed to do is get those drinks and get out of there without making an absolute idiot of yourself. As you’re opening the fridge and reaching for drinks, you feel Steve’s presence behind you. Your frame freezes ever so slightly. Breath hitches in your throat when you feel a large hand gently find solace in the dip of your waist.

Slowly, you feel Steve reach over your shoulder for the drinks, taking them into his own hand and placing them to the kitchen counter. He must hear how fast your heart is beating. There’s no way he could miss this.

Then he’s shifting you so that he can close the fridge door, hand on your waist nudging you so that you turn until your back is pressed to fridge. He towers over you, faces few mere inches from yours. Your throat is dry, lips parted as if you want to say something but the words don’t come out.

“So you talk about me a lot huh? To your boyfriend of all people?” Steve’s got an amused grin on his face.

“He’s not my boyfriend.” You hastily get out. “We’ve just been on a few dates.”

“You didn’t answer my question, doll.” The nickname has your stomach tightening, your breaths coming out more laborious. 

“I mean --- yeah. I guess I brought you up a lot.” You sheepishly answer him, blush ever present on your glimmering features. Steve smiles at this, a soft hum coming from his closed brims. One hand stays gently gripping you at the waist whilst the other trails upward, fingers brushing stray hairs away from your face. You looked so beautiful. You always did to him.

He tucks the hairs behind your ear before leaning down, his breath ghosting against the shell of your ear. “Don’t take this personal doll but personally, I think you’d be better with somebody like me.” 

Your eyes are wide and incredulous. Did you just hear him correctly? This must be a dream. When he reels back slightly, face hovering dangerously close to yours, he softly chuckles at your reaction. Free hand finds the back of your neck, fingers rooting into your hair.

“I think it’s time I lay my heart out on the line.” He murmurs before closing the distance. His lips meet yours and your frame immediately melts into his, arms throwing themselves over his shoulders. Electricity shoots through both of you, literal sparks fly from your lips meeting in a choreographed dance. His hands slide down the sides of your frame before crawling their way under your butt, pulling you up into his embrace. Your legs subconsciously wrap around his own waist, lips never leaving his. He shifts the two of you to the side so he can settle you down onto the kitchen counter, stepping between your legs. Your lips meet with fire, a burning fire that refused to be put out all this time. 

Personally, you’d be better with somebody like him.

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You must miss the good old days, huh? Well, things aren’t so bad. Food’s a lot better - we used to boil everything. No polio’s good. Internet? So helpful. Been reading that a lot, tryna catch up.

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Can i get tagged please in everything that you write?im obsessed!!😍😍😍

you got it

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Can I be tagged in your writing? It’s absolutely amazing!

absolutely love !! 

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THIS IS SO SWEET I CANT BELIEVE THIS !!!!!!!! 

te amo / bucky barnes.

pairing: bucky barnes x reader.

summary: you meet a bright eyed, dangerous stranger in a foreign land. you don’t mean to but you fall in love. based on this song here.

warnings: smut ( pls do not read this if you are under 18 thank you ! ), unprotected sex, swearing, slight choking!kink. mostly just smut and angst but be warned this is mad fucking angsty !!

word count: 3695.

a/n: fourth instalment of songfics ! basically this takes place during civil war ish where bucky’s hiding out except he’s hiding in spain and not bucharest. this does not have a happy ending so i’m just warning you now ! if people want a second part then i’d be happy to do one bc tbh i’m hurt over the ending gif credit.

The sole word that could describe the twisting feeling occupying your stomach upon graduating university was longing. Your entire life had been spent in your quaint hometown and though it provided a sense of security and belonging, you felt suffocated. You had grown accustomed to seeing the same worn faces every day, doing a daily routine that had your skin crawling with boredom.

You wanted — no, needed to leave. To go somewhere, anywhere but here. So you packed up some things, took a bundle of cash and disappeared into the night. You’d leave your parents a voicemail once you figured out where you were going.

A long flight and ten hours later, you found yourself in Cadaqués, Spain. You anticipated you’d find adventure and most importantly, yourself, there. What you hadn’t anticipated was finding him.

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all or muffin

summary: you own a bakery called all or muffin and one day a biker decides to shop there word count: 1.226 masterlist

You heard them before you saw them, and before you could even attempt to calm your heart, it had already skipped a few beats due to the loud roaring outside. You glanced up from the counter where you had began baking a new batch of pastries and watched a large group of motorcycles approach the parking space across the street.

Each bike glimmered under the sun as they lined up and the rumbling of the bikes gradually became non existent. You wiped a stray hair out of your face with the back of your hand while continuing to watch the bikers climb off their vehicles and walk into diner, their chatter almost as loud as the engines.

Everyone in town knew something about the group of individuals who would ride into town every few days causing a minor disturbance. All you knew though was that they called themselves the Howlies and their work mostly consisted of helping others- through charities and fundraisers.

You turned your attention back to the dough on the counter, relieved that you could once again hear the music that was blasting from your speakers. Since your shop was empty and it didn’t appear that anyone would be coming in soon, you danced, swaying your hips side to side as you went to put the newly shaped dough into the oven.

Just as the next song began to play, the bell above the entrance chimed but the sound of the music overpowered the small ring and you continued to dance blissfully unaware you had an audience.

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Tiddy Bounce

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Hii! May I request a one shot? Wanda brings the Avengers to meet a friend in the zoo, Bucky is not sure if he goes or stay but Steve convince him that's a good oportunity to meet new places and look around. Wanda's friend is the reader, who works taking care of some animals since they were born and she got Bucky's attention for her kind and lovely soul.

aw that’s cute !! i’ll add it to the requests list x

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sick of losing soulmates / steve rogers.

pairing: steve rogers x reader.

summary: you meet steve at a bad point in his life and much to his surprise, he finds himself healing around you. based on this song here.

warnings: none, just real fluffy ! a little angsty, slight self-loathing

word count: 1985.

a/n: fifth instalment of songfics ! god i’m just posting too much but these were already half finished and i had muse to write but anyway ! gif credit.

It’s been another exhausting day for you. The constant hustle and bustle of the coffee shop you worked in was never-ending and left you reeling for some rest. With the rest of your co-workers gone, you had the task of closing up the shop.

After one last sweep through through the quaint little store, you find yourself satisfied and ultimately glad that you could finally rush home and throw yourself into your covers. You step out into the cool night air, a gust of wind welcoming your frame as you shut the door behind you and lock it. You’re ready to fall into familiar step to get home when you see a broad frame sitting alone on the bench in front of the shop.

It’s late. Not quite late enough for there to be no one around but it’s definitely late enough for it to be slightly odd for a person to just be sitting on the bench alone. You step closer and see the stranger’s head in his hands. Was he alright?

“What a strange being you are. God knows where I would be if you hadn’t found me sitting all alone in the dark.”

You’ve always been told that you were far too nice for your own good. You had innately benevolent characteristics and a maternal means of living. You worried too much and cared too hard.

Which explains why you decide to approach the dark figure, hesitantly taking a seat at the other end of the bench. He immediately senses your presence, tilting his head ever so slightly in order to see who had randomly joined him in this embarrassing moment. You can only see a sliver of his face, his large hands still covering the majority of it.

You offer up a soft smile, a smile that tells him your intentions are pure. 

“Are you alright, sir?” Your voice breaks the silence.

He’s hesitating, you can tell. He finally pulls his hands away from his face and sits up straight. Beneath the street lights, he looks beautiful. He’s got cerulean hues, glimmering but holding a darker truth. Facial hair covers his cut jaw and his lips are pulling into a slight grimace. He’s waiting, like he’s anticipating you’re going to say something else. But you remain silent, gaze unwavering and brows furrowed in worry.

“I’m alright, sorry if I startled you.” He finally murmurs back, now offering back a small smile of his own.

“That’s alright. You didn’t startle me. I’m just not used to seeing people sitting out here so late, that’s all.” 

“Why are you out here this late then?” He questions, a brow raising in inquisition.

“I work at the coffee shop behind us. I have closing shifts every night.” You shrug your shoulders. Maybe bearing such information to a stranger wasn’t smart but there wasn’t a trace of malice to him.

“What’s your name?” 

“Y/N. What’s yours?” At your question, his lips quirk into a larger smile. A soft chuckle parts his lips and you’re left slightly confused. Did he find your name funny? Far from that, actually. He’s pleasantly surprised you have no idea who he is.

“It’s Steven. You can call me Steve.” He holds out his hand like the gentleman he is and you take it with a smile. The warmth of your smaller hand in his has him genuinely smiling for the first time in weeks. 

“It’s nice to meet you Steve. I’d love to stay and chat but I’ve got a bed of warmth and a cup of tea waiting for me at home.” You’re rising from the bench now and he’s scrambling to his feet.

“Wait! Are you going to walk home alone now? It’s late.” You can hear the concern in his voice and it makes your heart flutter.

“I’ll be fine. I walk home alone all the time. The neighbourhood’s not too bad.” You reassure him but he seems firm in his stance.

“Can I walk you home? Wouldn’t feel right to let you walk home alone.” He smiles sheepishly, a hand scratching the back of his neck. You pause in contemplation for a moment before nodding. 

“C’mon Stevie, let’s go. If you’re lucky, I might just invite you in for a cup of tea when we get there.” You grin at him before turning on your heel and starting towards your apartment. He chuckles and falls quickly into step with you.

For the next three weeks, every time you close up the shop, you find Steve waiting for you on the bench. He walks you home every night. It’s what he looks forward to all day long, and truth be told, it’s what you look forward to too. 

The two of you grow comfortable around one another quickly. A week in, you had realized that you’d been getting escorted home by the one and only Captain America because some half-drunken idiot had come running up to you whilst on your path home.

You were stricken with surprise but he was still just Steve to you. You didn’t treat him any differently which he silently appreciated. 

The two of you talk about everything and anything; your favourite movies and music, what you like to do in your spare time ( you and Steve learned that you both had an affinity for art ), you updated him on a few modern things he needed to delve into, you shared stories and laughter. Everything came so easily with the two of you.

Some nights, he’d come up to your apartment and you’d sit on the couch, limbs intertwined with cups of tea in hand. You’d talk into the late hours of the night until he reluctantly had to go. 

Never in a million years would you have imagined that you’d become so close to Captain America. But he really was, just a regular guy. One that you liked quite a bit. 

And him on the other hand, never imagined he’d meet someone as lovely as you. Especially during such a grim time in his life. 

“I should probably get going.” Steve lets out a yawn as he checks the watch on his wrist which read 3 am. He had training early in the morning but he’d try to get every last minute in with you. You nod and lift your legs off of him. 

The two of you hug at the door and he lingers ever so softly. When you pull back, there’s a delicate blush tainting his cheeks. You smile up at him.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” He asks, voice hopeful.

“Looking forward to it Rogers.” 

His heart is so completely wound up in his chest. He’s so stricken by you. Everything about you drew him in. After that first night, he couldn’t stand to be away from you. He wanted to hear your voice and that cute little laugh of yours. He wanted to see you smile and meet your eyes. 

But with these feelings came impending feelings of fear and self-loathing. He’d lost himself beneath the stars and stripes. He found his life was lost and without meaning. He wanted to serve the world and do good, but several decisions in the past had hindered him from doing so.

Despite everything falling back to normal after friendships had been healed, he still held feelings of guilt. He drew back slightly, going on less missions with the team. And with less missions on hand and more time to think, he found himself wondering what his life would amount to. Would he ever achieve a life of peace and happiness? 

He didn’t think so. That was, until you had come along with your bubbling smile. 

Slowly, it seemed that the old Steve was re-emerging. He was smiling more, attitude lighter and weights on his shoulders lifting. It seemed like he found his joie de vivre once more.

“Cause I’m sick of losing soulmates. So where do we begin? I can finally see, you’re as fucked up as me, so how do we win?” 

He’d been hiding his feelings for the past few weeks now, despite Bucky’s incessant protests. His friend kept nudging him to tell you how he felt but he was unsure. He didn’t know if you felt the same way and fearful that you didn’t, he didn’t want to mess up what you had going on.

But on the flip side, if you did feel the same way, he was scared irregardless. The one person that he’s ever had deep feelings for was long gone. And it seemed as of late, that people in his company were continuously getting hurt.

He was scared of hurting you, of losing you. 

You’re in the kitchen, humming to yourself as he stretches across your couch. You return to him with a cup of tea in hand ( two sugars and one milk, you had it memorized ) while you had your own cup of hot chocolate. He takes it with a smile, quietly thanking you before setting it on the coffee table to cool down. You curl into the couch, tangling your legs with his.

“Anything interesting happen today, doll?” He asks, genuinely interested in your day.

“Not really. Some fussy customers as usual but other than that, no. --- Oh, well, actually some guy that always comes in asked me on a date.” You laughed airily but Steve’s frame tensed. 

“Did you say yes?” His tone is low and you can sense that something is off. Your smile drops slightly, but you shake your head.

“Why didn’t you say yes?” He questions but internally, he’s glad to hear that you hadn’t said yes.

“It’s .. complicated.” You shrug simply, bringing the mug to your lips. 

“Talk to me.” His tone is so warm and comforting, he could probably draw information about anything out of you.

“Well ---” You shift your gaze away from him, lips pursing momentarily before you speak up again. “I don’t know. I guess I just don’t date much.” 

Your answer has his heart sinking deep into his chest. The prospect of the two of you getting together seemed to get further and further away as the seconds ticked by.

“Why’s that?” 

“The guys I like never like me back. I’ve kind of just gotten used to it, honestly.” Your voice trails off and his heart breaks. He can’t imagine any guy being stupid enough not to be head over heels for you.

“That’s ridiculous Y/N. Who wouldn’t like you?” He asks incredulously, genuinely shocked at the revelation.

You turn to look at him through somber eyes, a sad smile etches onto your lips. It feels like his heart is literally being ripped in two. The way you look at him has his heart breaking and picking up pace simultaneously. Was he missing something?

“Forget it.” You murmur quietly, a soft humorless laugh falling from your lips. You lean forward to put your mug down. It was now or never.

Steve shifts on the couch, pulling you between his legs. You look up at him wordlessly, lips parting as if wanting to say something but the words were trapped in your throat. 

He takes this moment of silence as his one chance and leans down to press his lips to yours. He’s hesitant, unsure if he had read the moment correctly but when you mould your lips into his, he feels his heart swell with relief.

A sweet kiss is shared between the two of you. He pulls back to allow air to rush into his lungs but he leans forward to kiss your nose. 

“I hope that was okay.” He says quietly, a hopeful smile toying on his lips.

“That was more than okay Stevie.” You beam at him and he chuckles in response. He leans down and claims your lips in another sweet kiss and he thinks, this is what healing feels like.

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te amo / bucky barnes.

pairing: bucky barnes x reader.

summary: you meet a bright eyed, dangerous stranger in a foreign land. you don’t mean to but you fall in love. based on this song here.

warnings: smut ( pls do not read this if you are under 18 thank you ! ), unprotected sex, swearing, slight choking!kink. mostly just smut and angst but be warned this is mad fucking angsty !!

word count: 3695.

a/n: fourth instalment of songfics ! basically this takes place during civil war ish where bucky’s hiding out except he’s hiding in spain and not bucharest. this does not have a happy ending so i’m just warning you now ! if people want a second part then i’d be happy to do one bc tbh i’m hurt over the ending gif credit.

The sole word that could describe the twisting feeling occupying your stomach upon graduating university was longing. Your entire life had been spent in your quaint hometown and though it provided a sense of security and belonging, you felt suffocated. You had grown accustomed to seeing the same worn faces every day, doing a daily routine that had your skin crawling with boredom.

You wanted --- no, needed to leave. To go somewhere, anywhere but here. So you packed up some things, took a bundle of cash and disappeared into the night. You’d leave your parents a voicemail once you figured out where you were going.

A long flight and ten hours later, you found yourself in Cadaqués, Spain. You anticipated you’d find adventure and most importantly, yourself, there. What you hadn’t anticipated was finding him.

“Then we danced under the candelabra, she takes the lead. That’s what I saw it in her eyes, it’s over.”

With the little cash you had, you were able to secure yourself a cozy little apartment overlooking the water. You didn’t need much. With a place to sleep and a city buzzing with strangers and opportunities, you were fully happy with the spur of the moment choice you had made.

Your first night there, you decide to explore what the town had to offer. Your frame adorned a darling little white sundress, you could feel the heat pouring down onto your exposed skin. You were revelling in it; everything felt like a breath of fresh air. Your eyes are drawn to the sparkling lights by the water and the low boom of music mingling with laughter and voices. 

Your feet carry you to the edge of the boardwalk and your eyes feast on the glorious night sky. Lights dangled above your head, people mixing in the crowds to dance and chat. 

A soft smile makes it’s way onto your lips as you push further into the crowd, finding yourself lost amongst the bodies. You can barely understand what the song’s saying but it doesn’t matter to you, your hips sway to the beat. Your eyes fall shut, small smile still toying at your lips as you immerse yourself fully.

He standing by the edge of the boardwalk, a step further and he’d be tipping back into the water. He spots you with ease. Even in a crowd of people, you seemed to stand out.

He needs to keep a low profile, he knows that. But despite his best voice of reason, he decides to approach you. Hesitantly, he pushes through the crowd until he’s standing in front of you. Your eyes are still shut, your own hands dragging through your hair as you continue dancing. You don’t notice he’s there until his hands are on your waist and your bodies are pulled together like two magnets.

Your eyes flutter open quickly and your met with a heart-stopping sight. He’s tall, broad and built. He’s got dark hair, slightly lengthy and shabby, the locks fall into his face. Your hand surges forward, pushing the strands back so you can really see him. 

Piercing blue eyes meet yours and your breath hitches in your throat. And when he takes sight of you, really drinks you in, he’s at a loss for words.

“Hi.” Is all you can muster up, blush painting over your cheeks.

“Hi.” His voice is low and gravelly, your frame automatically leans into his.

“I’m Y/N.” The world’s stopped and all you can see is him. The music falls upon deaf ears, vision blurs except for the glimmering image of him towering over your frame.

“Bucky.” 

The rest of the night is an absolute blur to you. It falls past you with such haste, you had barely taken the time to really savor the moment. Before you know it, you’re waking up to a bed empty on the other side. Your hand falls to the sheets and it’s still warm. 

“Pulled me out onto the beach, danced in the water. I start to leave; she’s begging me and asking me why it’s over.”

Every night for the next six weeks, you find yourself in that very same spot. It’s like a record on repeat. You push your way into the crowd, lose yourself in the heated bodies moving in synchronization. Then, surely enough, he finds you. He always finds you. 

It’s almost like a game now. You try harder to hide yourself, see if he’ll have any difficulty. But he doesn’t. He can pick you out of a crowd of a hundred people.

Your eyes flutter open when you feel his hands at your waist, you’re met with his gorgeous face, shadowed by the darkness of the night. You can feel your heart pick up it’s pace. His hand shifts up to your neck, curling gently around the side and urging you to tilt your head up. When you do, he leans down to capture your lips. 

You’ve kissed countless times before but the electricity running through your veins never dulls. His touch was like salvation in and of itself. You craved him, every part of him. Your body was a temple for him to explore and when you got down on your knees, he was your place of worship.

You melt into his kiss, your head spins and your heart races. His tongue swipes are your lesser lip, begging for entrance and when you warrant it, your tongues mingle like a choreographed dance.

You’d both been through this time and time before but you don’t think you could ever get enough of it. 

There’s a distance to his touch. You can feel it. When he pulls back, forehead resting against yours, you take this chance to look at him. His eyes are shut, eyebrows furrowed. The way lines etch into his skin and inviting lips pulled into a tight line, you can tell something’s wrong. 

Your hand scales up his body and rests on his cheek. He immediately leans into your touch, grateful for the gentle warmth you brought.

“Is everything okay Bucky?” Your voice is quiet and easily drowned out by the music, yet he hears you perfectly. 

“I have to leave doll.” His eyes remain shut, jaw clenching. Your heart drops. What did he mean leave? He can feel your frame tense up in his embrace and it takes everything in him not to completely break down before you.

“What? Leave where?” Your voice is filled with desperation. He couldn’t leave you. Within the short period of time, the two of you had been in each other’s constant company and he revealed himself to be everything you wanted out of life. He was what you had come here looking for all along.

“I just have to go. I can’t stay here anymore. If I stay, you’re going to be put in danger.” He’s always so careful with his words. You’ve noticed that about him. 

After the first three weeks, he had started actually staying the night with you. Bodies held impossibly close to each other, you indulged in life stories but you bore more than he did. He told you few anecdotes, blurbs of his childhood. But there was something darker lurking in him. You had yet to get your answers but he warned you from the start that he was trouble.

“Bucky. Please .. Don’t do this. Don’t go.” You plead, anguish and despair lace your voice. His grip on you tightens and he breathes in your familiar scent. You were too good to be true. You were everything he thought he could never get out of his life. 

But a storm was brewing and he knew this. He’d seen his face in the crowd earlier this morning. Steve. He had come. Which meant one thing: he had to leave you.

“I’m sorry Y/N. I have to. I don’t want to, you know I don’t.” He lets go of you now, eyes finally opening to meet your distraught face. His heart breaks at the sight. He’s never seen someone’s eyes filled with such sorrow.

“Then she put her hand around my waist. I told her no. She cried ‘te amo.’ I told her I’m not going to run away but let me go. My soul is awry.”

Tears brim your eyes, your body shakes. It feels like your beating heart has been ripped out of your chest before your very eyes. You can feel all sense of hope draining from your body when you meet his gaze. He’s set on leaving.

You immediately rush forward, clinging onto his body. Your hands ball his shirt into your fists, you bury your face into his neck and out comes laboured breaths. 

“Please don’t go. Bucky, I ---” Your voice cracks and out comes a broken sob. He doesn’t move. His arms remain by his side but he doesn’t push you off.

You lift your head to meet his gaze through watery eyes. “Te amo.” His heart nearly stops beating altogether. The two words wash over his frame and if you hadn’t been holding onto him, his knees would have given out right there. 

“No.” He pulls away from you, holding a hand up. He swallows hard, his throat raw and dry. His heart pounds in his chest and his breaths come out shallow. “Don’t --- don’t say that.” 

You blink at your tears, a hand hastily wiping at your eyes before you’re surging forward again. You fall to your knees, hands grabbing at the hem of his shirt. Your head falls forward and you’ve overcome with tiny sobs. “Please Bucky. Please don’t leave me. I love you.” You say it again despite his words. 

His eyes screw shut and he bites down on his inner cheek so hard he draws blood. Not wanting to draw more attention towards you two, he reaches down and pulls you to your feet. Before you can say anything, he’s pulling you into a kiss, a deep kiss that tells you everything you need to know but he can’t say. Tears fall down your flushed cheeks but you meet his kiss with a sense of utter desperation, hands lacing into his hair and frame pressed close into his. 

When all oxygen has been pulled from your lungs, the two of you part. He lifts a hand, calloused thumb wiping at your damp cheek. You take his hand and press his thumb to your lips, a soft kiss.

“Come.” He slips his hand into yours and pulls you out of the crowd. He keeps his head down and despite being welcomed by an empty road, he feels like he’s being watched. 

You hear the lock click as soon as you enter your small apartment. He knew his way around like the back of his hand. 

His lips are on yours and your head spins. You don’t know what any of it means but you know in this very moment that you needed him near. You needed him moulded against your body just so that you knew he was still there. 

His hands are in your hair, lips pressing to yours with vigour and heat. It’s desperate and heated. His kiss was not soft. It never was. He blindly guides your frames further into the tiny apartment, finding the bed with ease. You fall back onto it and his frame follows, hovering over your own. He carries his weight on his arm, metal hand dragging down the length of your body and coming short at your hip. He lays purchase there, digging his thumb into the curve of your flesh. 

Your lips meet again in a complete frenzy. Your lips are his favourite thing about you; always warm and tender, inviting him in with a curl of a smile. He melts into them like he never had stood a chance against you. He can taste your vanilla chapstick on his tongue and in that moment, he never knew he could crave something so badly. His hands now finding solace upon your hips, he eases you further up the bed so he can rest on his knees. 

Defiance runs through his veins. He shouldn’t be here right now. He told himself to come down to the boardwalk and say goodbye then disappear into the night. But he misjudged how much of an effect you had on him.

He pulls away from your kiss in which you respond with a whine, but instead he attaches his lips to the curve of your jaw. He bites and sucks at your soft skin, taking his time to mark his way down your neck. He wanted to leave a reminder of him on your body for as long as it would last. Deep marks start emerging on your skin and he feels victorious, but the sense of victory is short lived. 

He kisses down the area of your exposed chest, delving into the low cut of your dress. Rough hands glide down your legs, fingers curling around the hem of your dress and pushing it up your body at a slower pace than you expect from him. 

You squirm beneath his touch but revel in the way he feels against your body. Your skin feels alight, a match sparked within you. You help him with the removal of your dress, lifting your upper torso in order to pull the clothing off your frame altogether. When your hands reach out for his own t-shirt, he wordlessly takes it off. 

He’s rushing, desperate to feel you, all of you. Leaning back down, he captures you in another breath-taking, head-spinning kiss meanwhile his hands dance across your near bare body. Your skin lights with goosebumps, his grazing touch is enough to elicit a shiver shooting down your spine.

His greedy fingers slip under the waistband of your lacy panties, an inward groan when his digit is almost immediately covered in your slick heat. 

“So wet for me already.” He growls into your mouth and you arch into his touch, a quiet moan pulled from your lips.

“Please Bucky.” You plead into the kiss. He’s in no mood to waste his time tonight, simply because he couldn’t. Dragging the pad of his digit up and down your wet cunt a few times before he’s dipping his finger into you and curling upward. Your head falls back against the sheets and you moan, he takes this opportunity to kiss at your neck and your chest. 

The material of your panties strains against his hand. In a frustrated swipe, he pulls back and rips the flimsy cloth off of your body. You don’t even have it in you to complain. 

He slips two fingers into your throbbing heat, pumping in and out as he takes the chance to kiss you everywhere possible. Your mind is a haze, overpowered with an immediate sensation of pure pleasure tearing through your body. You had never met another person who could elicit such responses from your body than Bucky. He knew it so well; knew exactly how to get you writhing and coming undone quickly and intensely.

You desperately buck your hips against his hand which causes him to pull away altogether. Your head shoots up and you meet his gaze with a pout. His eyes are impossibly dark, his fingers pressing to your lower lip. Silently, you take his digits into your mouth and taste yourself on your tongue. He groans at the sight, cock now desperately straining against his jeans.

The groan spurs you on. You shoot forward to undo his jeans, wasting no time in pulling that and his boxers down his legs. He helps you by kicking them off altogether. 

The sight of his hardened cock before you nearly has you dripping. You had never so desperately craved another person like this before; he drove you crazy. Your fingers curl around his length and a low “fuck” falls from his pretty lips. And as much as he loves the feel of your tiny, warm hand around his cock, all he needs now, is to feel you around him. He pulls your hand away by the wrist.

“Just need to be in you right now doll.” The low rasp of his voice is intoxicating. You nod vigorously, allowing your frame to fall back onto the sheets. Your eyes never leave his body. He allows his frame to lower down, gripping himself at the base in order to drag his tip along your wet slit. Gathering your slickness around his member, he eases into you gently at first, allowing for you to adjust around him. Your tight walls contract around him and he immediately groans, head dropping forward.

Your hands find their way into his long locks, grasping around the dark strands as he begins pumping in and out of you. It feels so fucking good, always did. It was like your bodies were made for each other, perfectly slot together like puzzle pieces.

His metal hand gently wraps around the base of your neck, you pull a breath in and he firms his grasp around your throat. His other hand curves into the crevice of your hip, a bruising grip as he quickens his pace. He knows exactly how to get you and himself right over the edge, he’s had it mastered for weeks now. But you feel so damn good around his throbbing length and he doesn’t want this feeling to ever be erased. 

His eyes glaze over with a dark hunger and they drink in your appearance; your hair disheveled, pink lips parting into an “o” as delicious moans fall from them, eyes hooded and desperate for more, your little gasps as a result of his firm grip around your throat. He swears he can come undone at this sight right now.

This might be one of his favourite sights in the world ( save from your sleepy smile reserved only for him in the dead of the night ) and the thought of maybe never seeing it again has his hips stuttering. His chest tightens. He wants to be as close to you as possible.

He scoops an arm under your waist and shifts the two of you so that you’re both lying down. Your back is pressed into his front. He wastes no time in easing himself back into your begging heat, his head falling onto your shoulder as his pace picks up once more. His metal hand falls around your waist, dragging up to enclose around your breast. His grasp is rough, a growl ripping from his lips as his hips slam into you. 

“Bucky! Fuck!” You cry out desperately, shooting your hips back in an attempt to meet his vicious pace. 

“That’s it doll, let me hear you.” He groans into your shoulder, teeth sinking into your skin. You let out a cry at the contact, eyes slamming shut as waves of pleasure ebb and flow through your naked frame. 

You’re both bucking your hips wildly in a desperate attempt to get off, the brink of ecstasy is threatening to spill, you can feel it in your stomach. 

“Bucky, please. I’m so close.” You stutter out through his hard thrusts and he uses this as incentive to continue his thrusts with reckless abandon, pumping in and out of you with a bruising force that you so wholly craved. 

He’s got your body flush against his, your heated skin sticking to his. The obscene sounds of skin slapping and your beautiful moans in tune to his equally beautiful groans --- it’s a symphony of pure desire. You could go on like this for hours and never get tired. 

By the way his hips are faltering, you know he’s close. His hand drops to your clit, fingers pressing to your clit and beginning to rub viciously in a desperate attempt to get you to your orgasm. You gasp at the contact, a loud moan elicited from your lips at how good he was making you feel. You were practically mewling at this point, a frenzy of limbs and thrusts. 

When he’s hitting that spot of yours, you feel yourself coming undone. It’s like stars erupting underneath your skin, running through your veins. Your eyes practically roll to the back of your head, you cry out Bucky’s name as you shoot through your ecstasy and ascend into pure heavenly bliss. 

This triggers his own undoing, he unravels in you, coming undone with his arms still wrapped tightly around your body. His thrusts sloppily slow down, his load shooting into your clenching cunt. The both of you chase your highs, coming down with heavy pants. 

The silence in the air is broken by your breaths, still coming out in pants. He slowly pulls himself from you, a quiet whine leaving your lips when his length is no longer buried deep within you.

He kisses your shoulder. You take this opportunity to turn your frame to face him. He immediately allows his arm to drape over your waist but first, he pulls the blanket over your bare bodies. You clamber into his chest, burying yourself against his frame. You’re terrified; you’re struck with the fear of him leaving.

He can sense your despair creeping up again and pressing a flurry of kisses into your hair. They speak waves of things he couldn’t bare to say to you, the words he so desperately wanted to say but couldn’t.

“I love you.” You murmur against his chest. His breath hitches.

“Get some sleep doll.” Is all he says in response. 

“Don’t go.” He can hear the desperation in your voice and if he could have it any other way, he wouldn’t leave.

“I’m not going to Y/N.” He’s lying through his teeth but he can feel your frame relax into his embrace which means you believe him. His heart sinks. “Just get some sleep baby.” 

You’re stricken with exhaustion and with your dull belief that he’ll stay, you allow your eyes to shut and drift into a peaceful sleep.

When you wake the next morning, you find his side of the bed empty. All that’s left is a note that messily reads: I’m sorry. Te amo. 

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The Loss of a Teardrop Diamond  2008

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change your mind

summary: biker!bucky has an interesting way of changing your views on motorcycles word count: 2.218 warnings: unprotected sex, language, bad description of motorcycle sex masterlist

You hated motorcycles. Fucking hated them. They were dangerous, the drivers were usually reckless and no car driver had respect for them, so when your dad had passed away due to an accident, you vowed that you would never go near one.

That vow was cut short when you met your boyfriend Bucky Barnes. Just as your luck would have it, he was a leading member of the notoriously famous motorcycle club, The Howlies. You never told him about your past too afraid that he wouldn’t want to be with someone who couldn’t handle his lifestyle. You could deal with his lifestyle. With a lot of worrying.

The worrying began the moment you set foot into your shared home and Bucky hadn’t responded to your call. The anxiety started to rise when you had just finished checking all the rooms of the house and were walking towards the garage.

Your hand grabbed the handle but didn’t twist it open right away. Instead you stood there with your eyes closed trying to regulate your breathing while wishing and hopping that the dangerous machine was standing where you last saw it.

Sighing a deep breath out, you opened the door and your heart sank when the bike wasn’t in its usual spot. Fucking perfect.

You plopped down on the couch with an angry pout adorning your face. He’s in so much trouble. Just as you finished your train of thought, the sound of roaring engine riding up the driveway rang through your ears.

“Barnes,” you said, gritting your teeth and narrowing your eyes.

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melting / bucky barnes.

pairing: bucky barnes x reader.

summary: you’re in love with bucky barnes and you wonder if he’ll ever notice the way you look at him. based on this song here.

warnings: none, this is just super fucking fluffy tbh ! 

word count: 1696. 

a/n: third instalment of songfics ! i had this completed already and i think it’s cute so i’m posting my second one tonight. sue me ! gif credit.

You had never been in love before. Not before James Buchanan Barnes waltzed into your life. And you hadn’t meant for it to happen, really. Your life had always been preoccupied with school and work, from your teenage years until now. 

You didn’t have time for relationships, feelings, love. Always busy working away. Maybe being in such close quarters with him helped spurred your feelings, feelings of which you’re sure are unrequited. And maybe you’re okay with that. Maybe you’re okay with yearning from a distance, okay with admiring how amazing he was from afar.

What you’re not particularly okay with however, is the thought of him never knowing how you feel .. never seeing himself the way you see him.

“Took one look at you, you’re heaven’s incarnate. What’s this spell, baby? Please show some mercy.”

You had been hired as Dr. Banner’s assistant; brains and a brilliant smile, two things you wholly possessed. With how much work you’d be putting into current and future projects alike, Tony and him had it arranged for you to move into the Avenger’s compound. Far too many nights spent in the laboratories, it just seemed more effective and easy to have you right in the building.

You sure didn’t protest however the thought of living with a group of superheroes was incredibly daunting. It took a few weeks but you had settled in nicely and the team welcomed you warmly.

You hadn’t met Bucky until about a week into living in the compound. He’d been away on a mission with Steve, the two of them showing up right when Tony had anticipated they’d be back. The team was having dinner, courtesy of Wanda and Vision, when Bucky and Steve walked through the elevator doors. Everyone got up to happily welcome the two men back. You were nervous. You had already been acquainted with everybody else, you weren’t sure how these two would take to you.

You stood back, allowing the team to say their “welcome back’s”. Shyly, you meet Bucky’s gaze which you can feel piercing into you. You’re met with his blue eyes, deeper than what the ocean has to offer. And despite the slight distance between the two of you, you felt like you were drowning in the waves of cobalt his eyes embodied. 

You’re lost in his gaze, lips slightly parted as if you were trying to find something to say. The team is quick to notice the intense gazes the two of you were currently sharing, everyone haphazardly stepping out of your lines of vision. 

Steve clears his throat, eventually stepping in front of you with his hand out and a sheepish smile. You snap out of what seems to be a reverie and meet his eyes. 

“O-oh, hi! I’m ---” You’re cut off before you can finish.

“Y/N! Yes, Banner told us about you briefly before the mission. It’s nice to finally meet you.” You’re thankful for Steve’s friendly tone and warm gesture, taking his hand and shaking it. 

“It’s really nice to meet you too.” You offer up a smile as warm as his and you can still feel Bucky’s eyes trained on you. Your smile. He feels his chest tighten. What the hell was happening? 

“ ... So, shall we get back to dinner?” Tony clears his throat, the team clearly unsure of what to make of the situation. You nod silently, following the others back to the table. You watch as Bucky disappears into the halls, not emerging for the rest of the night.

“I pray I can learn to be funny. I’m watching every stand up comedy, just hoping it will rub off on me, so you’ll smile at everything I say.”

Everyone’s gathered around the living room for a game night enforced by Wanda, who had been incredibly adamant on everyone participating. You were truly feeling like you belonged as part of the team and you were feeling relieved, to say the least.

Sitting cross-legged on the floor, Bucky took the open spot next to you. Over the past few weeks following your first encounter, the two of you hadn’t spoken very much. Of course, you watched him and he watched you. The two of you seemed to gravitate towards each other, silently and wordlessly. When met with conversation, there were hushed answers and scarlet blushes. You could barely be around him without your heartbeat increasing significantly. 

Genuinely, you can’t even remember what you said that made him laugh. Some snarky remark towards Sam, you think? As soon as the words left your mouth, you could hear his quiet chuckle next to you. You snap your gaze to him; lo and behold, Bucky Barnes, smiling. 

Your breath is captured in your throat, eyes immediately softening at the sight. You can feel your heart pang in your chest and you suddenly feel alight. And in a room filled with darkness, you’re sure that his smile was all that it would take to ignite a path of light amidst it all. 

It’s the first time you’ve seen him smile, really smile that is. You want to stay stuck in this moment, you want to capture it in a photograph but you’re sure that every time you close your eyes, you’ll see the image regardless.

You’re not entirely sure what spurs you on to do it but from that moment on, every time you were in his presence, you’d try your hardest to bring out that smile again. 

“Melting like an ice cream when you smile. Melting, you’re a daydream. Stay a while. You got some soft lips and some pearly whites, I want to touch them in the dead of night.”

It’s been a few weeks and you think, maybe, just maybe, you’ve brought out a softer side of Bucky. It’s easier to make him smile now. He seems more alight in your presence, always looking for you in crowds. 

You love him. God, do you love him. With all the time the two of you have spent together now, you couldn’t help but fall for the golden heart hidden beneath marbled exterior. You knew him differently than the rest of the team did, better. You knew his deepest fears, what triggers his nightmares, his regrets, his guilts. But you also knew his interests, what he loved doing, his aspirations and his hopes for the future.

You love him not only for who he is but who he was, who he’s always been.

“Y/N?” His voice snaps you out of your daydream. He joins you on the roof where you’d been sitting, immersed in the shadows of night. 

The two of you always came up here late at night, to talk, to just be in each other’s company. 

You glance over your shoulder to see him approaching you and you offer up a smile, a soft smile decorated with the love you held for him. His heart pounds against his chest. He loved when you looked at him like that.

“Hey Buck. Was starting to think you fell asleep on me.” You playfully nudged his side once he took a seat next to you on the blanket you’d laid out earlier.

“I wouldn’t miss this for the world.” He smiles the most genuine smile that’s ever graced his features in decades. 

You lean into his side, his arm immediately curls around your waist. You find solace in his warmth; he emits it like a beacon, drawing you in constantly.

“Look at how pretty the stars look tonight.” Your arm lifts to point to the onyx sky highlighted with an array of luminescence. 

There’s a pause of silence on his part before he speaks up. “Nothing’s as pretty as you, doll.” 

Your heart nearly leaps out of your chest. You tilt you chin in order to look up at him. If you’d been standing, your knees would have buckled right then and there. 

“Buck? Can I tell you something?” Your voice is timid, nerves eating away at you. You’d done such a good job at hiding the way you felt ( or at least, you thought you did ) for these past few weeks but you’re suddenly overcome with the deepest desire to let him know how you felt. 

“Of course, Y/N. You can tell me anything.” He smiles reassuringly in an attempt to calm your evident nerves, his thumb absentmindedly rubbing into your side.

You take a moment to collect your thoughts before speaking.

“I love you.” You blurt out. Alright, maybe that wasn’t as eloquently put as you’d hope it would be. Before he can speak, you pipe up again, nervously. “I --- I’m not telling you this because I want you to tell me you love me back or tell me you even have any sort of feelings for me. I’m telling you because I need you to know. I need you to know that you are without a doubt, the greatest person I’ve ever had a pleasure of meeting. I need you to know that you are so much more than your past and that the strength you possess inspires me every day. I just .. I want you to know how I feel about you. Because I hope you see yourself the way I see you.” 

It all comes out in a long ramble and you find yourself blushing furiously. Quietly, Bucky smiles. 

“I don’t know how I got this lucky. Before you came along, things were okay. They weren’t great, but they were okay. I was managing. And then you came strolling in with the damned smile of yours and I was putty in your hands. Everything became easier. I was starting to feel happy again. Now I’m hoping you realize that you’re completely ridiculous for thinking I wouldn’t feel the same way about you. I guess what I’m trying to say is --- I love you too, doll.” 

You release the breath you didn’t know you had been holding, lips pulling back into a brilliant smile. Bucky takes this chance to lower his head, capturing your lips in a sweet kiss. You melt into his embrace and sigh into his mouth. It feels like fireworks have been ignited between your lips.

Maybe this love thing wasn’t so bad after all.

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amazing grace

summary: bucky sings his baby girl to sleep word count: 678 masterlist

The second the sound of a small cry crackled through the baby monitor Bucky was already stumbling out of bed.

“Bucky?” You mumbled, voice filled with sleep and confusion.

“Shh, baby. Sleep. I’ve got her,” he whispered before exiting the room as silently as possible.

He rubbed his eyes as he walked down the hallway and yawned as he entered the dark room that was illuminated by a faint light coming from the nightlight and the moon’s light reflecting off the white carpet.

“Hey there Gracie,” Bucky cooed as he walked closer to the crib.

The baby turned her head in the direction of her father’s voice and smiled when he came into her line of sight. When Bucky was standing next to the crib, looking down at his daughter, Gracie stretched her arms out towards him while gurgling some nonsense.

“I’ve got you baby girl,” Bucky whispers as he gently lifts her off the small mattress and hugs her close to his chest.

“I’ve got you,” he repeats, bouncing her a few times before he made his way to the rocking chair that stood in the opposite corner of the room.

“Trouble sleeping?” Bucky asks as if she could respond intelligently. Gracie just looks up at him expectingly with her big electric blue eyes.

Bucky rocks back and forth swaying in time with an imaginary beat.

Gracie begins to fuss around when she hears no lullaby that you would usually sing to her.

“Shh, c’mon on baby, you were doing so good,” Bucky murmurs.

“Fine,” he groans before clearing his throat to which Gracie stills her movements.

Amazing grace, how sweet the sound, that saved a wretch like me, Bucky hums under his breath, holding Gracie close to his chest.

I once was lost, but now I’m found. Was blind, but now I see, a smile appears on the baby’s face as she puts her hand up, reaching at the air.

’Twas grace that taught my heart to fear, And grace my fears relieved, Bucky continued to sing, letting her hold onto his metal finger.

How precious did that grace appear, The hour I first believed, Gracie brings his finger to her mouth.

Through many dangers, toils and snares, I have already come, the baby starts to play with his finger with both hands, looking at it as if it was the most fascinating thing in the world.

’Tis grace hath brought me safe thus far, And grace will lead me home, she starts to suck on his finger, slobbering all over it but Bucky could care less.

Amazing grace, how sweet the sound, That saved a wretch like me, Gracie takes his finger out of her mouth and holds a deathly tight grip to it as she hugs it close to her heart.

I once was lost, but now I’m found, looking down at her small face, Bucky sees her eyelids flutter as she tries to fight the sleep she needs.

Was blind, but now I see. Gracie’s eyes flutter one last time before letting them close. Bucky can feel the grip around his finger loosen and he feels a sense of relief.

Amazing grace, oh amazing grace, Bucky trails off, standing up ever so slowly, never looking away from her.

“I love you baby girl,” Bucky whispers before pressing a soft kiss to her head. As gently as he can, Bucky lowers her back down into her crib and waits to see if she’ll stir.

When no sound is heard, except for the sound of her steady breathing, Bucky creeps out of the room and quietly shuts the door- still leaving it slightly open.

His side of the bed had gotten cold when he slips back under the covers but he didn’t mind.

“She down?” He hears you mumble into the pillow.

“Yeah,” Bucky replies with a nod.

“Thanks baby,” you said when he pulls you in so your head rests against his shoulder.

“Thank you,” he whispers into your hair, stroking it a few times before letting his own need for sleep consume him.

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just for one night / steve rogers.

pairing: steve rogers x reader.

summary: steve thinks the two of you getting together is a bad idea. but sometimes bad ideas are the best ones. based on this song here.

warnings: smut ( pls do not read this if you are under 18 thank you ! ), unprotected sex, oral sex ( female receiving ), swearing, hot and heavy making out. is that even a warning ?? 

word count: 3405. literally 3 quarters of this is smut god help me

a/n: second instalment of songfics ! i’ve got a list of songs i want to use and i’ve got some half started and some completed so those will come out in intervals i think ? any requests then send ‘em my way ! gif credit.

Unattainable. A word that you’ve gotten incredibly acquainted with since meeting Steve Rogers. If you looked up the word “perfect” under the dictionary, his glimmering image would appear. He is everything you’ve ever dreamed of conjured in one man; crafted like he had been built by the Gods themselves, doused in beauty and a sex appeal that he was clearly unaware he possessed.

You were painfully attracted to him, to every aspect he possessed. Sure, you’d had a crush on him before joining the team, but now that you were living in such close quarters, that attraction has efficiently tripled. You’re not entirely sure how much longer you can hold off. By the way you’re staring at him now, perched in the kitchen, Natasha assumes not much longer. 

“I’ve been so focused, got me so locked on you. Scared to approach you, but I think that’s what I want to do.” 

“God, Y/N. Is that drool?” Natasha teasingly grins, pointing at your gaping mouth. Steve, in all of his god-like glory, had strolled into the kitchen casually with grey sweatpants hanging dangerously low on his hips and a white t-shirt painfully fitting to his physique. 

You snap your gaze away, turning to look at the laughing redhead. Your closed fist reaches out and playfully punches her in the arm and had it been just about anyone else, she would have had you in an arm lock. But it was you. The two of you had clicked from the very beginning, now practically inseparable. 

“Shut up. He looks so good. Who the hell gets off letting him look that good?” You angrily whisper at her, brows furrowing. Sneaking a glance back at him, you watch as he talks to Bucky. Your eyes train on the way his hands move as he enthusiastically speaks which results in the dangerously thin fabric of his t-shirt pulling with every muscle strained. The way he grins, baring perfect white teeth in an effortless beauty has you cursing to yourself. 

“Are you ever going to talk to him about it? He totally likes you too y’know. He’s always staring at you and blushing every time you call him Captain. It’s honestly painful to watch the two of you.” Natasha rolls her eyes, crossing arms over her chest as she drags her gaze between the two of you.

And part of you know it’s true. You’ve felt his lingering gaze time and time before, you know the effect you have on Steve Rogers. But still, he seems so unattainable. 

“Should I? What if he rejects me? That’d be so fuckin’ embarrassing. I think I’d crawl into my room and literally never come out again.” 

“Why the hell would he reject you? He clearly has the hots for you. Plus, I don’t think he’s gotten laid in like --- a century. He’s not going to say no.” That last bit has you bursting into laughter, your lilting giggles filling the air which has Steve’s gaze immediately snapping over to you. His teeth sink into his lower lip as he watches you from across the room. He’s too captured by your presence to notice Bucky grinning at him.

“You’re so smitten. It’s kind of cute but a little nauseating. Talk to her already, punk.” Bucky shakes his head at his friend. 

“No way. It’d be too weird. She won’t feel the same way and ---” He’s cut off by the image of you walking towards the pair. “She’s coming! Be quiet!” He immediately whispers to Bucky, a hand shoving at his chest. 

“I wasn’t saying anything?” Bucky erupts into laughter and you come to a full stop between the two.

“What’s so funny boys?” You ask, drawling your words in the most flirtatious manner you could muster. Steve’s cheeks immediately flush a deep red. Steve can see Bucky’s mouth opening and fearing he’ll say something embarrassing, he slaps a hand against Bucky’s chest; a silent warning for him to remain quiet.

“Oh, hah, nothing. You ready for our training session, doll?” Steve offers you a shy smile and you return it with a grin.

“Let’s go Captain.” You wink before turning on your heel and little do you know, Steve’s following behind you with flushed cheeks and desperate eyes.

“Here now, close as I’ve been, I feel you breathing on me. Boy, you’re like a magnet pulling me. So here I am, in the palm of your hand. Don’t you see?”

Literally five minutes into your training session, you have him pinned beneath you. Part of you thinks he let you do that, considering you’d never been able to do so before. Despite your impeccable fighting skills, his strength seemed to overpower you. But that was honestly never something you ever complained about. 

You’re huffing above him, chest rising and falling with the heavy breaths that fall from your plump lips. The very image of this hovering above Steve’s body has him nearly going into a cardiac arrest. His hand subconsciously tightens around your waist. The pressure on your bare skin, now exposed from your tank top rising as a result of fumbling over his body, is unexpected. You raise a brow at him, allowing yourself to comfortable settle against his waist, effectively straddling him. 

“You see something you like Steve?” Your boldness is unexpected on both your and Steve’s parts. 

“I --- maybe you should get off now Y/N.” He’s nervous. You can tell by the way his gaze almost frantically moves around the room, trying to look at anything except you. But his grip on your waist hasn’t loosened.

“Is that what you really want me to do?” Your hand moves to place itself on his chest now, pointer finger dragging down the centre of his clothed abdomen before stopping innocently at his waistband.

“N-no. I mean, yes. This --- is not a good idea. We’re teammates. I’m your Captain. This is .. inappropriate.” His tone is not very convincing, words shaking with the heavy breaths that now collect in his lungs.

What you’re hearing is that he wants to, but his voice of reason seems to be stepping between the two of you. You’re so close. You can feel him on the brink of finally giving in to the thick sexual tension you two have possessed for months now. You shift your hips ever so slightly, a subtle motion of grinding down into him. And it’s subtle, it really is, but it’s enough to elicit a groan from Steve, his eyes slamming shut as his voice of reason screams in the back of his mind.

His fingers press so hard into the curve of your waist, you’re entirely sure it will leave a bruise. But it spurs you on. The slight pain is delicious in the heavy context. 

You lean down now, hot breath ghosting against the shell of his ear. “Are you sure you want me to stop?” Another roll of your hips against his and all his sense has gone flying out the window. His eyes are still screwed shut, lips pursed into a tight white line. You press a tentative kiss to the curve of his jaw and when he doesn’t do anything to stop you, you continue a line of kisses down his neck. 

“Hm? I need an answer from you Steve.” You’re grinning against the flushed skin of his neck, tongue flattening against the exposed surface before you’re sucking a hickey right where you presume is his weak spot from the way a groan falls freely from his parted lips.

“I just want 24 hours or even less if that’s too much for you, to hold you close. You got this look like it’s ours, I want it all to be ours. Even if tomorrow, I have to let you go ..”

Before you have a chance to spur him on further, you feel your frame rapidly being shifted to rest beneath his frame. Now it’s his turn to hover over you, arms pinned above your head with one single swoop of his hands. You gasp at the sudden contact, eyes flying up to meet his darkened gaze. 

“This could compromise a lot of things Y/N. It could make things complicated. Are you sure this is what you want?” His voice is low, the rasp to it shoots a shiver down your spine.

“You think too much Steve. Just give me the night.” Your voice is nearly pleading, neck arching up in a desperate attempt to close the proximate distance between you two. This is all he needs to hear. He drops his head to capture your lips. There’s nothing soft about the way his lips press into yours, feverish and desperate for your taste; it’s something he’s longed for for so long, he can’t muster the control to be soft. And that’s perfectly alright with you.

Heart beating so wildly in your chest, you meet his lips with the same desperation hidden within you for the past few months. It’s been sitting on the back burner, stewing and waiting for the perfect moment. And now that you were finally immersed in his touch, no holds barred. 

You taste sweet, he thinks. Like the nectar of fruit. Your tongues meet in an elegant dance, intricate and nearly frenzied. He savours all that your mouth has to offer and if this is how you taste just from one kiss, he’s not sure he’ll be able to sustain any self-composure. His hands move now, releasing your wrists and drag down your clothed sides. They come to a stop at your hips, thumbs slipping beneath flimsy material of your tank top to rest against heated skin. He draws lazy circles into your soft flesh and it’s only then, when you two are acutely aware of the lack of oxygen in your lungs, that you pull away to breathe. 

Breaths come out in heavy pants, the tension is thick. “F.R.I.D.A.Y. lock the gym doors.” Steve’s booming voice cuts the silence and you dip your tongue out to lick at your lower lip, the mere realization that this was finally happening has your panties dampening at embarrassingly quick speeds.

He watches the way your tongue dances so innocently across your brim and he swoops down to capture your lips again. He could live in this moment forever. He wants luxuriate in the way you feel against his lips, the way your skin meets his rough hands; he wants to revel in it all. But you were growing more and more impatient. With hands now freed, you reach up to lace fingers into his blonde locks. 

“Steve.” You murmur against his fervent kiss. He can take the hint. His lips reluctantly pull away from your own but they’re quick to attach to your neck. Pressing against the soft skin, he inhales deeply and groans. You were so completely intoxicating, it blew his mind.

Hands toying with the bottom of your tank top, he pushes it up your stomach. “Off.” He commands against your neck. You oblige quickly. He pulls back slightly to allow you the room to pull off your tank top, leaving you in restricting sports bra. He eyes your puffing chest, feeling his cock twitch beneath straining sweatpants. The gaze is signal enough. You reach down to pull off the sports bra altogether, releasing you of the constraining material and he inwardly groans at the sight he’s only been dreaming of for months. He wastes no time, dipping his head and wrapping lips around your nipple, swirling his tongue. His hand grasps at your other breast and you’re left completely at his mercy, your fingers lacing back into his hair.

But now he’s desperate too. Desperate to feel more of you, to taste you, to have you writhing beneath his touch. So he allows his lips to travel down, leaving wet kisses against your bare abdomen. You whimper at his touch.

He eases your painfully tight yoga pants down your legs, kissing his way right down to your ankles before tossing the now useless material to the side. He’s now faced with a heavenly sight: your slickened heat covered by a thin layer of red lace. He eyes you, raising a brow as if questioning if you had been anticipating this outcome and you simply smirk at him. That’s all the response he needs.

He kisses you through the lace and your breath hitches in your throat. His tongue presses to your cunt against the material, he wants to tease you. He wants to see how far he can push you until you’re begging. Long and slow licks against the lace. But what he doesn’t anticipate is how badly you’ve wanted this. You’re just as desperate as he is. Your hips are bucking up to his movement. 

“Steve, please.” You throw your head back in whining.

“Please what doll?” He’s grinning from between your legs. You don’t even have to settle your gaze on him to know. 

“Please do something.” The begging has his cock fully straining against his sweatpants. 

“That’s all I needed to hear.” His fingers dig into your panties, pulling it down your legs, but slowly. He wants to draw out some more of your desperation. It’s fuelling his every move.

Now that you’re bare against him, you’re his for the taking. His slow mannerisms are long gone when he disappears between your legs, burying his face into your alluring warmth. When he finally tastes you, tongue lapping at your juices, he groans. Just as sweet as he imagined. You were truly going to be the death of him. He delves into you with a passion; if you hadn’t known better, you’d think he’d been doing this for years. His tongue circles your clit, a digit dragging along your wet slit before he’s slowly pushing it into you. 

Your moans fill the air, mixed in with whimpers and curses, he’s absolute putty. He’ll do anything to keep hearing you moan and whimper, it spurs him on. 

He slides a second digit into you, now pumping at a gracious speed. He can feel your walls clenching around his fingers and it’s sending him into a frenzy. Mouth continues assault on your clit, fingers moving at the perfect pace to send you over the edge.

“Steve!” You cry out, hips bucking up in complete desperation. The pleasure of his fingers and mouth working relentlessly on you shoots through your body, it’s almost other-worldly. He wants to bring you over the edge. His free arm presses over your hips in an attempt to stop you from moving to allow him to finger fuck you properly. 

“Eyes open doll. Want to see you.” He growls against your cunt before returning his mouth to your swollen clit. 

Your eyes slam open, gaze tilted down. The mere sight of him working you from between your thighs is enough to get you dangerously close to your orgasm. And just when you think you’re about to be thrown into ecstasy, your hand rapidly flies to his wrist to still his movements, your hips jerking in response.

“What are you doing?” He asks incredulously. 

“I want to come with you pounding into me.” Your throat is raw from the moaning, the words dragged from your dampened lips have Steve moving with haste. He’s immediately withdrawing his fingers but not without dragging them against his tongue to savour every last bit of your taste. You whimper at the sight.

He’s quick to rid himself of his clothing, there’s no time wasted before he’s settling himself back between your legs. Before he can even do anything, your hand is reaching forward. Fingers wrap around his base eliciting a low groan, deliciously drawn from his pink lips. You pump his hardened length a few times, just to see the way his body reacts to your touch before you’re guiding him towards your waiting cunt. Slowly, you ease him into you. Releasing him, his hands rest curled around your hips. He takes it slowly, sliding into your warmth and allowing you to adjust to his size. 

Your head is thrown back, a soft moan elicited from you. He fills you up completely. God, he was so big. Without even trying, you can feel him hit that spot causing your hips to buck up. He doesn’t need any further clues. 

With you now perfectly stretched around his length, he begins pumping into you with a quicker pace, sure to hit that perfect spot every time his hips snap into yours. Pleasure rolls through your veins, mouth parted with vulgar sounds. His grip on your hips is bruising and his pace is aggressively damning. You know that you’re not going to last, purely on the way he’s completely filling you and hitting you right where you needed it. And he knows he’s not going to last either. It’s been so long and your tight cunt was enveloping him so perfectly. He could cum at the sight of you writhing and moaning beneath him alone.

“God!” You cry out, a hand wrapping around his wrist for something to grab onto. He leans down closer to you, keeping his pace perfectly. His face hovers dangerously close to yours, heated breath washing over your features.

“That’s not my name darlin’.” His deliciously sinful grin is nearly enough to have you coming undone beneath him. 

“Steve! I -- I’m so close, please.” Eyes wide, mouth parted with moans drawn out every time he slams into you. The sight is something he wants engrained into his mind forever. This was everything he dreamed of and more. 

The sound of skin slapping mixed in tune to his beautiful groans and your intoxicating moans is all that can probably be heard for miles. He’s pounding into you with intent, he wants to watch you come undone before him, he’s so desperate for the sight alone.

You keep your gaze trained on him despite the pleasure being so much to bare, your eyes nearly roll to the back of your head. You watch his brows furrow together, the beads of sweat dripping down his forehead, his lips still slick with your juices. A hand flies up to the back of his neck, pulling him down for a feverish kiss. His pace doesn’t falter. He continues his unrelenting speed, drawing you closer and closer to your orgasm. He can feel his own brewing deep in his stomach but he needs you to come first. The desperation in his hips snapping into yours tells you this enough.

Lips meet messily, panting and moaning against swollen brims. You can feel it now, ripping through you ferociously. Ecstasy fills your veins, your hips jerking and loud moan falling from your lips and into his mouth. This sets Steve over the edge, pulls his own orgasm out of him. He’s groaning into your lips, thrusts becoming sloppily as he shoots his hot load into your tight cunt. Clenching around his length, you draw absolutely everything out of him and it has him cursing like a sailor. Both intense highs, your bodies shift and shake as the two of you come down from your orgasms. 

He almost collapses on top of you but maneuvers as to not completely crush you, falling to your side instead. 

The both of you lie in silence for a few moments, attempting to catch your breaths. You turn to face him and delightfully, you find him already staring at you through hooded lids and lazy grin. It has your heart doing flips.

Before either of you can say anything, you hear angry pounding at the door. Suddenly, you’re thankful it’s one way glass and you’re shielded from whoever is on the other side.

“For fuck’s sake! Are you two done in there? Absolutely disgusting! People need to use that gym you know! I hope you’re sanitizing in there as we speak!” You can hear Tony’s angry yelling and it causes the both of you to erupt into laughter. He pulls you into his arms and you grin up at him.

“Should we go back to my room?” You ask flirtatiously, a finger dragging along his jawline. He looks at you, pleasantly surprised. 

“Really?” 

“Well, I did ask for the night Rogers. I intend on using all of it.” Next thing you know, he’s dragging you hastily to your feet and you know you’re in for one hell of a night.

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