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[marvelsuperfangirl]

Teddy Bear Epilogue

Biker Gang!Bucky x Reader

A/N : Here is part two of “Teddy bear” I don’t really know if I’m 100% happy with it but I wanted to carry on this story and I kind of considered this as part ½ to transition to what will follow even if I don’t know yet where I’m going. Am I the only one to let the inspiration come and go and see where it will lead me?

Nonethless, I hope you’ll enjoy this 😊

The next morning, Y/N realized how much of a hardship opening her eyes was. At first, the light welcoming her barely awake form made her close them back instantly, the luminosity causing the throbbing pain in her skull to increase even more. With a weak groan, she turned her head on to the other side, trying to protect herself.

She gave herself the time to “recover” or at least motivate herself to open her eyes again and maybe, just maybe to get up from whatever she was laying on.

That time, instead of the light, a blurry veil was covering her sight and she blinked exaggerably blinked a few times to finally be able to decipher the area around her.

She recognized her bedroom.

But she didn’t know how she got there…

The last pieces of memory she could regain was of her and the very menace everyone had warned her about, drinking together. Maybe a bit too much…

At one point, you ended up outside, you could still feel the cold breeze on your skin while remembering the scene. But the “how did you get home” part was still unanswered.

Anyway, while trying to piece all those little souvenirs together, the woman forcefully pulled herself out of bed, with the ultimate goal to get in the shower, without spreading herself on the floor because of how bad she was currently feeling.

The headache splintering with more strength at any movement that it deemed too quick but she finally reached the bathroom, not without a great deal of hisses.

And while sauntering over, she took off her clothes ones by one, throwing them on the floor without any care and stepped into the cabin. As she turned the faucet open, she didn’t even think how much of a questionable idea it was, before the ice cold water poured down on her, the contact earning a shriek out of her, making her head throb at the sound.

One long rant of curses later, the water had changed to a comfortable temperature and the young woman welcomed it with a long sight.

Then in the middle of her relaxing words floated at the surface of her messy mind.

“You’re a bear”

It came out just a whisper among the running water noise but the cringe it came along with was enough to break the mood. And now, it couldn’t leave your mind; you wouldn’t be able to get rid of your past behavior and even less come back to that bar and face that guy.

On that thought, Y/N’s morning was off to a bad start…

**

A few blocks away, BB, was having an early lunch or late breakfast; it certainly wasn’t a brunch because BB wasn’t the type to get brunches.

His plate has gone cold by now, but he still was pushing around the pieces of food, which he probably wouldn’t even eat.

His memories of last night were fresh, and he didn’t know why but they kept replaying again and again in his mind. Well, if he was honest, he knew why. He was wondering what was this young woman doing in this bar, with the most dangerous fellows of the neighborhood to end up calling him…a bear; teddy bear; a care bear even.

And his biggest question was why didn’t he take this opportunity to jump you right then and there when he had the occasion. Maybe, he was going soft, or was it the fact that one and only person that was foreign to his business didn’t consider him to be a complete and utter menace.

His fist unconsciously hit the surface of the table so hard, it almost sent the plate shattering on the floor made all the people in the bar jump in their seats.

His blue eyes were looking nowhere in particular but they displayed such a hateful gaze that no one would dare to interrupt the course of his thoughts.

“Of course not.” He mumbled

“What a crazy thought, I’m not silly enough to be getting soft over a girl, just because she seemed to see the other side of me through my hard shell, I’m not a rom-com, god damn it!”

The last cursed passed from mumbles to a full-on loud curse, throwing a new wave of fear over the remnants of clients.

Those nonsenses made his mind gears spin the wrong way and the only way he thought to stop it was to leave this place, too full of memories that stirred a too “girly” side of him to bear.

He let go of the fork and forgot completely about the unfinished plate, stood up and walked toward the exit of the bar.

The summer sun hit him hard and that’s how he remembered that he’d lend you his leather jacket. He closed his eyes in annoyance and looked up at the clear blue sky and wondered, just a tiny bit if she was currently thinking about him.

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[jadedvibes]

Wanted

Summary: You consider ending things with Bucky after seeing a girl come on to him, but it's not that easy, and you get a hard reminder about who he really wants in the clubhouse bathroom.

Pairing: Beefy biker!Bucky x reader

Warnings: 18+ only, smut, unprotected rough possessive sex, oral sex (f), fingering, brief exhibitionism/semi-public sex, mirror sex, jealous and angry reader, biker slang/culture, slightly toxic angsty vibes with a happy ending, a lot of swearing, pet names, beefy!bucky (he needs a warning).

Word Count: 1.6k

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Leaning against the counter you tried to slow your breath and calm down after what you had just seen. A slutty little sweet butt, practically grinding herself against the man you’d been seeing – the man you thought was yours. Hell, he hadn’t told you that you were his old lady, but countless nights tangled up in his sheets at the clubhouse had you thinking that you were something more. Anything more.  

You watched the way he smirked at her before you finally got sick of the sight and stormed into the bathroom down the hall. 

Embarrassment flooded you as you realized what a waste your efforts with him were. You tried your best to play it cool, go easy and casual with Bucky because that's the pace that he set. But now you knew that he was just stringing you along out of convenience. 

Deep blue eyes locked with yours as you stared into the mirror, the brawny biker slipping into the bathroom behind you. 

“You just couldn’t help yourself, could ya Buck?” you sneered at his reflection. 

“C’mon darlin’, don’t be like that.” His big, warm hands slowly slid around your waist from behind. 

You turned in his hold, glaring up into his stupid gorgeous eyes. He towered over you and his large frame took over the cramped space. Why did he have to look like that? All broody, and irresistible, and annoyingly beguiling. Just having his hands on you made you want to fall down the rabbit hole, pretend like it didn’t bother you, as if your heart wasn’t on the line and you were perfectly fine – but then he smirked. 

Anger rose up your chest as you looked at him, grinning at you like he did at her. Rage took over. “I’m fucking done with you!” you shouted, shoving his broad chest away from you, but he didn’t move an inch and you hated how hot that was. His body emanated power, and his presence made you weak. 

Bucky’s eyebrows raised, his mouth slightly opening as his gaze darkened. “Nothing happened, and nothing was gonna happen, honest,” he declared. He sounded sincere, and you despised the way you felt your hard exterior fragment at his words. 

That smug smirk graced his lips again, and you wanted to slap it off, or more honestly, kiss it off. 

“You didn’t want something to happen with her?” 

He crowded you, pushing you up against the counter behind you, close enough to feel the heat permeating off his body. “Now why would I want that when I have this sexy little spitfire right here?” 

You rolled your eyes, biting your lip as you fought to hold onto your resolve the best you could. God, you just wanted him to hurt a little bit, wanted to be the one to walk away. “You don’t have me, Bucky.”

Gently running the back of his knuckles down the side of your face, his gaze flickered from your mouth to your eyes. “Don’t I?” he questioned, unaffected by your lie. 

Gasping at his arrogance, “You son of a bitch.” You were done, this was it. He was used to getting his way with every girl he came across, but you weren’t going to give the self-righteous bastard the satisfaction. 

His gruff voice broke your train of thought. “Because you sure as hell have me.”

Your breath hitched as you looked into his dark dilated pupils – he meant it. 

“You’re only gonna break my heart, I don't think we should –”

His lips cut you off before you could end it. His tongue was hot and determined. His hands moved up and cupped your jaw as he held you in place, kissing you until you couldn’t think. Until you forgot why you were mad in the first place, only knowing that you needed him. 

“You can’t quit me, baby,” he whispered against your lips. His hypnotic eyes reminded you that you were too far gone; his lips against your neck as his rough hands slid down and up your skirt, kneading your ass harshly cemented his possession. 

With his sinful blue eyes transfixed on yours, he dropped to his knees between your legs and licked up the length of your inner thigh. Heat bloomed in your core as you gave in, watching him kiss his way up your thighs, biting into your flesh as his eyes held yours. Whimpering out, you tugged him closer, needing more. Bucky chuckled darkly before burying his face in between your thighs, licking and sucking you through your lacy g-string. He hooked his thumbs into the sides of your panty and eased them off before swiftly hooking your leg over his shoulder and swiping his hot thick tongue through your wet folds. 

Your hands fell to his hair, holding him in place. “So fuckin’ good,” he groaned under his breath, his eyes closed in pleasure as he licked you from your entrance to clit, over and over again. 

Without warning he shoved two thick fingers into your center, working you over as his tongue fixated on your bundle of nerves. The cool metal of his rings sliding against your hot skin created a delicious contrast. You moaned in between gasps of air, watching as he took care of what he knew belonged to him. The grip on his hair got harsher and he could tell you were close, feeling your needy muscles quiver – his favorite tell-tale sign. 

Unable to control yourself you trembled in pleasure, body convulsing as you came undone. “That’s it, baby,” he purred, helping you through it, curling his fingers deeper inside of you. Mischievous eyes watched in appreciation, his chest swelling with pride as you whimpered out his name. 

While your anger had been snuffed out to embers, your passion for him reignited the flame. 

You coaxed Bucky to stand before tearing at his shirt, pulling his cut and flannel open so that you could nip at his neck. You bit and sucked your way down to his tattooed chest, leaving your mark as you went. 

Tugging at his belt, you swiftly undid his jeans, desperate to feel him. Before you could wrap your hand around his heavy length, he gripped the back of your thighs and pressed you hard up against the wall across from the mirror; where you could watch as he wrecked you. 

Holding you there with his hips and hands, he leaned forward to capture your lips before lining himself up; only pulling back a split second to watch your face as he buried himself inside of you, driving home with one hard thrust. You gasped at the stretch and intense familiar pressure. Bucky had fucked you so many times, but that first plunge never failed to take your breath away; always reminded you how no other man could ever fill you so right. 

His hips snapped into yours mercilessly, striking you roughly again and again at an unwavering pace. 

You threw your head back and lost yourself in a daze, incapable of uttering a word. Fuck, you’d let him do whatever he wanted if he’d keep on using your body like that.

“You’re all I want,” he growled, his teeth on your neck. 

As he recklessly thrusted in deeper than imaginable, you almost missed the quiet click of the door. But then your eyes locked in the mirror with that dumb skank that wanted your man. 

Her eyes nearly bulged out in surprise and you took the opportunity to toss her a devilish grin as Bucky took you apart. That’s right bitch, mine. 

She scurried off right before your back arched off the wall, your muscles tightening around him. 

“Oh, fuck –”

“Takin’ all of me so fuckin’ well,” Bucky grinded his pelvis into you, rubbing your clit each time he bottomed out, knocking the air from your lungs. He was lost in you, and all you could do was take it. Wrapping your legs tighter around his waist, you pulled him impossibly closer, until your walls spasmed as you shattered in his arms. But he wasn’t done with you; he rutted into you hard, watching proudly as your body quaked between the wall and him. You clenched him perfectly, pulsating around him so hard it sent him over the edge. 

You bit his lip as you felt his thrusts grow erratic. Bucky groaned out your name as he jerked violently, emptying himself – branding your insides with his hot release. 

He’d be happy to spend the rest of his days living in you. His brain was foggy, but his heart knew who he was supposed to be with. Resting his forehead against yours, he panted as he tried to calm down. 

Wrapping your hand around his jaw, you smiled softly. “I love it when we fight,” you admitted. 

He chuckled and squeezed your thighs. “Me too, darlin’,” he nipped your lip. “But I’m starting to think you start these fights because you know how it’ll end.” 

You giggled at his words, he was onto your game. “Maybe I do,” you whispered just before your lips met his for a soft, sweet kiss. 

You were everything he wanted in a woman, you gave him more than he ever thought he’d find in his world. Right then, he made a mental note to stop entertaining the advances of other girls. His soul was already taken. But damn was it true, the fights always led to the best sex. 

Carefully pulling himself out, he gently set you down, keeping his arms around your waist as you stood on wobbly legs. Your smudged eye makeup, those gorgeous sultry lips, and the way you looked at him – Bucky was a goner. 

You were his weakness, and he knew then what he’d never said out loud – all he needed from this life was his bike, the club, and his best girl. 

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[lanabuckybarnes]

| Only In Vegas | 18+ MINORS DNI

Your trip to Vegas with Bucky ends in the best way possible—and in the most exposed.

✧ pairing ✧ Biker!Bucky x Female!Reader

✧ Warnings ✧ Fluff, brief mention of oral (F receiving), a lil drinking, teasing, Exhibitionism, Dirty Talk, Nipple play, Unprotected PinV, [ Petnames: Angel, Baby, Good Girl, Babygirl, Babydoll ], Clit play, Creampie - any more that should be here please let me know!!

✧ Word Count ✧ 2.4k

✧ Author Note ✧ Sooo, I wanted to write something for my birthday but I got so demotivated this past week. Consider this my late birthday fic/Drabble.

✧ Event ✧ Hot Bucky Summer | WEEK 1 | “Louder let everyone hear you.” | Screaming/noisy sex, Gangbang, Exhibitionism | @buckybarnesevents

Work had Bucky rushed off his feet all month. He’d wake up in the morning, kissing you before rushing off, he wouldn’t return till late in the night, when you were already curled up under the duvet sleeping away. Clutching Bucky’s pillow he noted affectionately.

His heart was beginning to ache. He missed you, missed the long mornings and late nights, snuggling up on the couch watching a movie while his hands wandered. He missed clutching onto you while you cooked, shooing him away when you became convinced that you were going to burn the food.

After bartering with Tony, almost on his knees pleading man to give him the time off, he'd returned home with the biggest smile on his face. He didn’t give you any clue as to what was going on until the week before your flight. He had booked a hotel room for you two in Vegas. Your week has been amazing with just him, drinking, eating, sightseeing—the whole shebang.

Today was no different, you woke up, whimpering Bucky’s name as his tongue delved between your folds, lulling you awake with a delightful orgasm. He then pulled you up and into the shower where he got his fill, sinking deep into your sensitive little pussy. After fooling around for what felt like hours you were both finally ready to get out.

Bucky had let you plan the entire day, trailing behind you with his hand intertwined with yours like a big beefy puppy as you traversed the city. Making sure that you didn’t bump into anyone. He protested when you forced him to take photos next to the fountains, a playful grin on his face as you pulled him close before inching both of your bodies towards the railing.

“Come on Buck just one photo” you giggled against his mouth, his beard tickling your face. He growled menacingly, his hands gripping your hips tighter as you tried to pull away causing you to huff out a sigh.

“Please”.

When you looked at him like that, your eyes wide and your face soft, those lashes framing your orbs in such an innocent manner, he couldn’t resist.

You got your photo of your hot biker leaning against the railing. He was looking off the side giving you the perfect candid look.

You stared at the photo while on the subway to the hotel, your back against Bucky’s chest as he protected you from the bustling carriage.

The electronic lock of your door made a little jingle when you unlocked it, shuffling in. You didn’t even register the white bag or roses decorating the sheets until Bucky cleared his throat.

“Oh? Buck, what is this?” You smiled, making your way over to the back while watching him. He all but shrugged and sat on one of the chairs by the window, sipping on his water.

You gasped when you pulled the dress from the bag. The one you’d been eyeing up for a while, although it was far too expensive.

Bucky had caught you a few times while walking by the store, a longing expression on your face, a small sad sigh that had his heart clenching as you moved on. Bucky had bought it for you as soon as he’d booked the trip, hiding it away in his luggage until tonight.

“Buck—” you turned to him, eyes wet with unshed tears, a disbelieving smile curling your lips. He stood, a lazy grin on his face as he cupped your face in his hands.

“Put it on, we have a reservation at 5” He spoke, his voice barely above a whisper as he leaned in, kissing you softly.

When Bucky mentioned the reservation you had no idea it was for the fanciest restaurant you’d ever stepped foot into. You almost felt underdressed compared to the lavish decor.

Bucky gave his name to the host and you were situated at the back, a complimentary champagne on set the table for your arrival. The waitress handed both menus over before slipping away, leaving you both alone.

“Eugh” Bucky grimaced at the bitter taste of the champagne, setting the glass as far from him as possible as if having it too close would burn him.

“Bucky you didn’t have to do all this”

You eyed your surroundings, sipping on your champagne. God, it really did taste terrible. His warm hand laying over the top of yours brought you back to his slate blue eyes, swimming with love, his pupils dilating at the sight of your awestruck expression.

“No…” he began, squeezing your hand before lifting it to his lips, peppering soft kisses over each knuckle before turning your hand and cupping his face with it. His lips kissed the heel of your palm sweetly.

“…but can I not spoil my girl?” He chuckled as your thumb brushed over the curve of his cheekbone. Just at that, someone came to take your orders.

Dinner went down a treat, Bucky going for a classic Steak, medium rare and a beer while you settled for something a little more outside your comfort zone and a cocktail.

With both plates empty and a few more glasses of alcohol in your system, you’d both loosened up. Bucky had moved sometime around his second or third beer to the same side of the booth as you, his arm thrown over the back of the chair while you curled into him. Your smaller hand on his thick thigh traced soft circles.

“Do you remember…” he paused as he caught your gaze, swallowing down the urge to kiss you, “…when we went to that restaurant for our first anniversary?”

Your groan had him laughing airily, his arm falling around your shoulder and pulling you in close. His fingers squeezed down your bare bicep until it fell, catching onto your hip.

“When you could keep your hands off me”.

His nose bumped the side of your head, his lips brushing over your ear. You shivered at his hot breath fanning down the column of your neck, right at that sensitive spot.

“You put my hand in between those legs and looked up at me with those big fucking eyes didn’t you baby?” He growled, his tongue darting out to trace the shell of your ear.

“Bucky” you warned, your thighs clenching as your eyes fluttered shut. Your nipples pebbled at the thought, zips of excitement rushing down your spine.

“Yeah that was your favourite word that night wasn’t it? In that bathroom stall, your legs around my waist. Could barely get my jeans past my ass before you were jumping on my dick”.

He gleamed at the soft noise you let out, your hand squeezing his thigh. Then you looked up at him, the same way you did all those years ago, with perfect pink lips and coloured eyes that were almost black with lust.

“Take me back to the hotel”. You demanded. Bucky was happy to oblige.

You grunted into his mouth as your back met the wall, your arms pulling him impossibly close as your tongues fought against each other. He parted with a laugh at your desperation, a string of saliva connecting you both.

“Mm such a good girl for me ain’t you? All desperate for my cock…you only had it this morning yet your pussy is fucking soaked”.

He spat, mouthing sloppy kisses down your neck, his hand slipping under the dress to press against your soaked panties. His free hand reached behind you both, unzipping your dress, knowing that you would’ve killed him if he ripped it off your frame on your first time wearing it.

His lips kissed down, over the swell of your breasts until he reached a hardened nipple. His gaze flickered up to yours before he licked over the bud, a shudder racking your body, your back arching into him and a delicious whine falling from your mouth.

Then a wicked idea crossed his mind. The sheer curtains covering a patio door lead onto the big balcony you had your breakfast sitting on, watching the world go by.

You squealed as he picked you up off your feet, walking you both easily to the opposite end of the room. You prepared yourself to be launched onto the bed, your eyes squeezing shut as you rested your head against his shoulder.

The soft click of the lock behind you had your eyes snapping open again. The cold air slapped your bare back as he stepped out into the night.

“Bucky—Bucky what are you doing?” You covered yourself as he set you down on the chair, stepping back to strip himself of his shirt and pants. His cock tented against his tight briefs.

He pulled you back up into his arms, taking your seat and making you straddle him.

“We should take advantage of this…let me fuck your little pussy out here?” He spoke between sloppy kisses down your neck and breasts.

“Buck people will see us” you argued, biting back the soft moans as his fingers pinched your sensitive nipples.

You should’ve known Bucky didn’t give a fuck about who saw you, especially considering the number of times he’s growled in your ear about fucking you on the bar table, uncaring if Steve or Sam or anyone else was watching. He only held back for your sake.

The thought of Bucky inside you, his hands gripping your hips as he bucked into you relentlessly, pulling you back onto him and moaning your name against your ear while the city below continued on their way. Maybe they’d catch you, the thought of them catching you turned you on in a disgustingly sexy way.

Bucky’s brows twitched at the sight of you clenching your thighs together, trying hard to hide it from him but he was extremely perceptive.

“You’re thinking about it ain’t you baby?” His hot breath fanned against the shell of your ear before he took the tip of it into his mouth, his tongue flicking over it slowly.

Your resolve was slipping faster than you liked, and when the back of his long digits slid down your exposed midriff, settling lazily between your thighs—you were putty in his hands.

“You’re gonna be the fucking death of me Bucky” you grumbled, taking his jaw into your hand and pulling him down onto your mouth, his lips curling into a smile against yours as he realised he’d won.

His hands moved from your hips to your ass, grinding your clothed sex over his throbbing cock, your wetness seeping through the black material and mixing with his steadily leaking precum. He stood with you, letting you go to push his briefs off. His thick cock slapped against his abs, leaking all over himself. You couldn’t help it when you reached down, wrapping your hand around the base and pumping him in your hand a few times.

“Fuck angel I’m gonna make you feel so good” he growled, throwing his head back in pleasure. His lips found yours again as he repeated your actions from earlier on that day, inching you back until you were close to the railing. He turned you so your back was against his chest.

“Jesus you’re fucking wet…you want people to watch you get fucked by your big biker huh? You like people watching you don’t you” You nodded, yipping as your lower stomach met the cold railing, his hand gripping the base of his cock to run over your panty-covered folds.

“You want this dick baby?” He groaned into your ear as he pushed his tip into you through your underwear, teasing you relentlessly.

“Mm please Buck” you begged, eyeing him over your shoulder.

“Good girl” he moaned, his cock slipping into you easily, your heat clinging to him, trying to milk him for all he was worth.

His hips jerked brutally, soft moans falling from his lips and into the crook of your neck. You tried so hard to muffle them, chewing on your lower lip until you drew blood. The first slip had your determination unravelling, your desperate sounds falling unabashedly from your mouth, growing in pitch as they mixed with Bucky moans.

“Yesss that’s it baby louder let everyone hear you, let everyone hear just how good this dick fucking feels” He bit down onto your shoulder, an flurry of slurred cursed words and deep guttural sounds in his chest vibrating your back.

You felt that coil begin to form, ropes of pleasure knotting in your stomach so bad you wanted to scream. Bucky’s praises and encouragement not helping in any way.

“Fuck feels so good Bucky, feels fucking good” you cried, pushing back to meet every one of his thrusts. The tip of his cock kissing your cervix with each slap of wet skin on skin.

“Ohh babydoll you’re fucking squeezing me…you gonna come soon? Gonna come all over my fucking dick? Yeah, you are ain’t you? Ohhh shit that pussy’s fucking gushing…making a mess” he spat filthy into your ear, his hand fisted your hair. pulling in such a way that had your back arching as his other grasped your much smaller one from the railing and trailed it down from your sternum to your puffy little nub.

“Play with that little clit—mmm—be a good girl and make yourself come, squeeze my fucking cock angel” he urged, his thick fingers circling your own around your pearl until you found your own pace.

“Oh fuck—mmm, fuck gonna cum oh shit Bucky!!” your scream echoed over the night sky in waves. No doubt alerting people to you both if you hadn’t already.

You clenched around him hard as your orgasm slammed into you, your teeth biting down on the fat of his palm and your body quaking with harsh jerks.

“Mmm, fuck angel gonna come…gonna fill that fucking pussy oh shit ohh fuck!” He rasped as his thick tip pushed deep, pressing into your cervix before spurting string after string of hot seed into you.

“Ohh such a good girl” he praised, arms wrapping around you as he stepped back until he could sit his bare ass on the patio chair.

“You did so good angel I’m so fucking proud of you” Bucky was always like this after sex, so sweet and clingy. His fingers circled your sensitive little nub until you pushed him away.

“You think anyone heard us?” You asked with a hint of a smile on your face, basking in the afterglow of what just happened, his cock still heavy inside you, his white shirt wrapped around your shoulders again to block you from the cold.

“Mm not a soul angel” he replied sarcastically, kissing your temple softly, watching your eyes slip closed before he scooped you up and sauntered back into the room. Slipping your spent body under the covers before joining you and pulling you in impossibly close.

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[lostalioth]

𝐚𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡

→ premise: bucky loved his little adrenaline junkie of a girlfriend. how could he not when while riding on the back of his bike you often couldn’t keep your hands to yourself in excitement. he definitely couldn’t complain when it led to you laid out on said bike with his head between your thighs.

→ pairing: biker!bucky barnes x fem!reader

→ warnings: smut | 18+, bike sex, unprotected sex, oral [f receiving], spit, nickanmes [baby, trouble], sort of public sex [in the woods]

→ a/n: 04 kinktober

Bucky squeezes the clutch to his bike with two fingers quickly finding the bite place for his bike to start speeding off. You squeal under the motorcycle helmet protecting your head and wrap your arms tighter around your boyfriend's waist as the wind whips past your bodies. Bucky leans down as his speed accelerates, he knows you like it, you were a little adrenaline junkie and he knew just how to get you excited. With the way your hands that were previously resting on his lower stomach slide down to his thighs and inch closer to his crotch give him his answer.

You run your fingers lightly over his cock confined in his dark wash jeans before cupping it and rubbing over it as his pants tighten and his cock grows hard. He adjusts his hips and lets go of one side of the bike to squeeze your inner thigh of one of the legs that rests either side of him and the red and black bike. He could feel his jeans getting uncomfortably tight the more you rub over him and the more blood that rushes straight to his crotch.

His speed makes your heart boom in your chest, your cunt throb and your hands squeeze bucky harder. In the blink of a second your boyfriend pulls down a dirt road trail through the woods and slows down to stop the bike.

He flicks the kickstand down with his foot and jumps off the bike, unstrapping his helmet and taking it off. You turn your head in his direction in confusion, your helmet still on your head and move like you're about to get off as well but bucky pushes your hip down so you stay sat, both legs on one side of the bike now. “No you're gonna stay on the bike, trouble and i'm gonna eat this sweet pussy” he explains as he drops to his knees on the dirt road, pushing the hem of your skirt up your thighs. Your legs naturally fall and start to spread, bucky grips your thighs and places them up on his shoulders.

You can still hear your pounding heart in your ears as bucky hooks the waistband of your soaked panties and slips them down your legs. Being too distracted by staring deep into Bucky's eyes you don't notice that he shoves your ruined panties into his leather jacket pocket.

“Oh fuck i got ya’ soaked with speeding up that fast huh baby?” He groans and licks a fat strip up your pussy. You moan and grip onto whatever part of the bike you can reach, trying your best not to fall off or knock it over. He laps at your cunt holding your skirt up with one hand and the other rests on your lower stomach and his thumb rubs circles on your clit. “Shit, mhm bucky!” You whimper and bite the back of your hand to silence yourself, it was the woods but you also were’nt as far off of the main road as you wished. You feel Bucky's lips curl into a smirk against your folds and you shut your eyes tight.

You buck your hips up and against his mouth as you reach the edge rather quickly. The adrenaline from the ride and the possibility of being caught running through your veins. “Bucky baby fuck im gonna cum~” you let out a wanton moan as bucky speeds up his tounge and his thumb working in tandem to push you right over that edge. “Come on trouble, cum on my tounge and then youre gonna bend over my bike baby and ima fuck this pussy” he moans against your cunt and fucks you with his tounge, getting himself worked up as his need to be inside you starts consuming him.

He pulls back to spit on your pussy and watches it drip down your folds, mixing with your slick and slipping further down to your asshole. He grunts and dives back in, gripping your thighs hard. You feel your release come crashing over you and you thread your fingers through buckys and tug as you cum on Bucky's tongue.

He moans against you and pulls his mouth off your cunt and pulls himself off the ground. He's fast with undoing his belt and jeans and pulling them down alongside his boxers just enough to let his cock out. “I don't even get a second to breathe huh?” You pant and your eyes glaze over as you take in the sight of his twitching cock in his hand as he strokes it. “You know why I call you trouble baby?” He questions as he grabs your hips and flips you over so you're bending over the bike's seat, ass right at hip level for bucky. You hum in response and confusion. Bucky smiles and grabs your ass and spreads it as he watches your cunt clenches around nothing begging for it to be filled.

His tip probes at your entrance and his hips snap forward thrusting his cock deep inside you. “I call ya’ trouble cause that's what you're always getting me into” he groans and keeps his rhythm of bucking his hips and thrusting fast inside you. “My little adrenaline junkie girlfriend who can't keep her pretty hands off me, always getting me in trouble” he grins and accentuates his last words with a thrust after each word.

→ a/n: i did not proof read this too well so sorry for any mistakes

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[fluffysucker]

Battered and Bruising.

Bucky Barnes x Reader (AU) Boxer/Biker! Bucky Barnes x Chef! Reader Part of the Miss Americana & The heartbreak Prince. AKA Bucky and his princess ALL ONESHOTS CAN BE READ AS STAND-ALONE

You received a distressing phone call.

Written in Third POV. No use of Y/N. However, the reader is referred to as a female. Likes, comments, reblogs are VERY VERY highly appreciated. Opinions really matter to me.

Also I'm very bad at describing places. Please forgive me. Hope it's clear to picture.

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You couldn't sit still. You kept squirming and fuzzing in the taxi's seat. You were sure the driver was giving you dirty looks, afraid you would wear down the material of his vehicle. But you couldn't care. You were close to biting your nails off. You were so worried. Anxiety filling your body like the darkness of the sky at midnight. Tension running through your muscles and veins like water in oceans.

It was supposed to be a normal day. just like any other.

You woke up to the feeling of soft kisses on your neck and strong arms wrapping tightly around you, pulling you closer than you were already. Sweet words filling your ears with your boyfriend's sleepy voice.

You lived for mornings like this, which is why you wouldn't be able to recall the last time you woke up alone in bed. It was either your place or his. A drawer in each of your dressers is now officially dedicated to the other's stuff. Pieces of each of you were spread at each other's homes. Because you became each other's home. Bucky was itching to ask you to move in together, but he was waiting for the right time.

After the blissful morning you shared together at Bucky's place with breakfast and your joint getting-ready routine, you left to start the day. It was a big bonus that both of your workplaces were separated by a wall. It gave you both a lot more time to spend together. Not only did you get to arrive and leave together, but you also got the chance to sneak in and see each other whenever you liked. You were lucky.

The minute you stepped in, you had so many things to do. Customers were following your tail as you walked in. Your business was growing, and you could never complain. As the day carried on, you got busier and busier. However, that didn't stop you from checking the time every now and then, so you didn't miss it. You would be sad if you did.

So when it reached five o'clock, you were throwing your apron off and leaving the restaurant. Ten minutes wouldn't hurt anybody.

You opened the gym's door and greeted MJ, who will be taking on the receptionist role since Peter was going with them tonight. You reminded yourself to stop by and drop off some food for her in a couple of hours. Maybe even a dessert.

Once you walked into the main area, your eyes were scanning the place for the person you came for.

"He is the locker room." You turned around as you heard Sam's voice.

"We could have left an hour early, but he refused. I wonder why." The smirk on Sam's face was big. Of course, he knew why Bucky didn't want to leave earlier than he told you.

"Have a good day, Sam." You walked towards the locker room with a smile on your face.

Bucky and the others had their own locker rooms other than the ones for the regular gym attendees. It was the one in the very back. Bucky chose it for privacy reasons. And since you got together, he had been enjoying this choice more and more.

As you were about to knock on the door, it was opened by Steve, who was walking out. A smirk, just like Sam's, found its place on his face as he saw you. Both men enjoyed watching their best friend being so head over heels in love, who was making them all wait for you because he never wanted to see the somber look on your face like he saw it once when he left before you stopped by. Never again. Everything could wait for you.

Steve stepped aside, letting you get in, and closed the door to give you both the time you needed.

Your boyfriend had his back to you as he was zipping up his duffle bag. But your sugary perfume and the smell of hours of cooking made him turn around. He would never miss your unique scent. the one that put him at ease and soothed his being.

"Hey, princess." He started walking towards you, and you met in the middle.

"Hey, you." You wrapped your arms around his neck and reached up to give him a peck on the lips.

"All ready?" You asked, keeping your arms around him.

"Yeah. Did the final training. Had a shower. Got everything I needed. We are ready to go." His arms were around your waist now.

"You are going to be so great. You are always the best." You gave him another peck.

"Just want one last thing." You looked at him, ready to help with whatever he needed.

"My good luck." Bucky easily lifted you up of your feet, kissing you passionately.

This is your routine now. Whenever Bucky had a fight, you would show up and wish him good luck before he left. He hadn't lost one since.

You were happy with this routine. Bucky was still strongly against you ever watching him fight; while you disagreed, you knew it was his choice, and you respected that. So you enjoyed whatever he gave you.

In return, Bucky let you in more. He brought you to some of the team gatherings and hangouts. He wasn't surprised when your sweet self managed to win all his friends over. They loved you. Who could ever meet you and not love you? Bucky certainly wasn't the one to answer this. And you loved them. Your ability and capacity to love everyone didn't exclude the rough people he thought of as family.

While he refused to let you anywhere near the brutality he called a job, Bucky learned to compromise. So he started opening up. He started telling you about his days, fights, and sometimes opponents more. He knew you worried a lot about him and about the stuff he never shared. So he was trying to find common ground. And if wishing him good luck before every fight was going to put your mind in the littlest of ease, Bucky could do that.

And that was the last time you saw him for the day.

Bucky told you pits and pieces about his opponent today, but nothing much. All you knew was that Bucky was training hard, and he spent lots of late nights at the gym. Some nights, you would close your restaurant and then join him and watch as he trained. Any support you could provide him with, you weren't going to hesitate. even as little as keeping his company.

Your worry about his well-being during the fights was growing each time. It grew with your love for him. And you were madly in love with him.

You busied yourself in the kitchen, letting your emotions under control while you went from recipe to recipe and from dish to dish as you waited for Bucky's text.

Another thing Bucky picked up doing to help ease your nerves was texting you right after the fight. Usually, he would tell me that he was fine and what he was doing after. Whether he was staying and going to Nat's bar or coming back to you, You only joined them in the after-fight victory parties a number of times. Usually, only when the fights were easy. Because parties after big fights weren't just for the team. There would be lots of outsiders, other boxers, and teams. You knew Bucky wouldn't be comfortable if you were there.

So you waited for him. He preferred your place after these kinds of days. You would have a meal ready in the fridge for reheating. The bathroom would be filled with soap and water. Clean, silky-smooth sheets would be in place, covering the bed. everything to help him relax. And you checked on everything before you left for his place last night.

The only thing you had to do now was wait for his text.

But it never came. Instead, you received a very distressing phone call.

That was what led you to where you are right now. Your mind racing, your knuckles white around your bag, and your leg bouncing up and down in the backseat of the taxi.

Stark's property was huge. You couldn't miss it, even if you wanted to. It made sense why it would be so deep into the city. It took a very large space that only such locations offered. The street was all dark except for the neon lights with the name Stark above the entrance. Other than that, it was nearly black.

You were able to work out the figure standing under the lights right next to the entrance. He was pacing back and forth on the pavement. You paid the driver once he stopped as you got out of the cab.

"Peter, what is going on?" With quick steps, you were standing right in front of the young man.

"Is he okay?" The slight shake in your voice was obvious. The question had been haunting you ever since Peter called and didn't answer it the first time.

"Yes," Peter replied, already seeing the worry all over your face.

"Physically, at least." Peter continued. Because if Bucky was okay, why were you here?

Before you could ask any more questions, Peter led you in. The bouncers at the door let you in immediately as they saw Peter. The inside of the place was nothing like the outside. It was loud, bright, and full of people. There were small food trucks, side bars, merchandise stations, and everything. You could see different kinds of sports and entertainment exercises scattered all over the place, with people around. However, the main area of the property was occupied by a huge boxing ring. It had the most people around it. There are lots of people.

You couldn't inspect more of the place as Peter was rushing the both of you to the back area. It was very clear since you got in here that you didn't belong at all. Your choice of outfit and aura were making you stand out among the sea of people. Peter put his hand around the small of your back, respectively, to guide you through the place. He was trying to get you inside as fast as possible. He wasn't as intimidating as Bucky or some of the others. And if anything happened to you, even as little as a snarky comment, Peter couldn't imagine the wrath he would have to endure. To say Peter was panicking would be an understatement.

The breath of relief Peter let out as you entered the back area was audible. The back area was similar to the one in the gym but much larger and busier. Peter led you to the one room in the back, which you suspected was the largest in the place. He opened the door for you, and you had to close your eyes for a second from the contrast of the lightning. The back area was dimly lit, while the locker room was bright white. You got used to the lights, then looked around to find everybody in here.

As Peter walked you in, you could feel the high tension in the room. The first thing that caught your eye was bleeding Peter Quill and Thor. You didn't know Peter Quill that well; you only met him when you met the team and never passed the greetings stage, but you were more familiar and friendly with Thor. And the sight of both big men holding their noses to stop the bleeding, with bruises forming on their faces, was troubling. Lots of the others were trying to help them.

Only did you take your eyes away when Peter kept moving further into the room until you noticed the small room separated from the big one with a door. You found Sam and Bruce talking beside the door. Peter came to a stop when you reached both men.

"Thank God you are here." Sam spoke quickly as he laid eyes on you.

"Sam, what is going on?" Up to now, you had no idea why you were here. Peter rushed you in and then brought you here with no explanation. You could feel your nerves starting to burn from anxiety.

Before Sam could say anything, a sound of something breaking coming from behind the door rang through the place. You shared eye contact with Sam for seconds, and you started to form an idea about what was happening.

You stepped towards Sam, indicating that you wanted to get inside. Sam looked at you, and you gave him a nod to assure him, and he nodded back. Sam turned and knocked on the door.

You flinched, from surprise, as your boyfriend's angry voice echoed around, shouting that he didn't want to see anyone.

However, the door was unlocked, and Steve stood in the doorframe. You couldn't read the hard expression on his face. But his eyebrows softened slightly when he saw you.

The shouting from your boyfriend made everyone wince in their places. You stepped forward to take Sam's place and stood in front of Steve, determination in your eyes.

Steve signed before he moved aside to let you in, closing the door with the three of you.

The room was small. You thought maybe it was for medical purposes, if needed. But you didn't have the time or mind to pay any attention to your new surroundings.

Your boyfriend was sitting on a chair, his head in his hands, grabbing his hair tightly between his fingers, and his breath was short and angry. Brokrn stuff and objects were scattered all around the room.

"Bucky." You called for him softly to make your presence known.

His head shot up. His eyes were red, bruises were all over his face, and his breath got angrier.

"You called her?" His voice was quiet, but it was deep, hiding many emotions.

"You called my girl?" He stood up, keeping his eyes on Steve, not looking at you at all.

"You brought my girl here?" His breath was getting shorter, with every word coming out as a growl.

"Bucky.." You tried to speak and find the right words to say so it wouldn't escalate.

"You made her come here all by herself and walk in here?" He started walking towards you and Steve.

"YOU BROUGHT HER HERE TONIGHT." Bucky shouted, his angry voice ringing in the small room.

Out of instinct, Steve stepped forward to stand in front of Bucky, keeping you behind him.

That seemed to snap Bucky out of the spell he was in. His red eyes are now coated with hurt. His breath stopped for a moment. Frozen in his place, he couldn't help but think of it. Did Steve think he would hurt you? Did Steve think he needed to protect you from him? Did Steve think that even in this state, he would cause you any harm?

It felt like a knife driven deep into his heart. Betrayal from his best friend, who brought you here against all his wishes, and then thought you needed a shield to be in the same room with him.

But no, that wasn't why Steve did it. He didn't want you to see Bucky lose his temper like he did numerous times tonight. Steve couldn't remember whose idea it was to call you, but he could remember the collective agreement that approved of the suggestion. All aware of the effect you have on the boxer. So Steve expected, like the others, that once you walked in and his best friend saw you, all the insanity that was tonight would come to an end.

But Steve should have known better. Bringing you in here would only make Bucky madder, and you would get to see a version of your boyfriend that Bucky tried so hard to keep from you. Steve regretted agreeing to bring you here.

The tension in the room got thicker. The only sound was the heavy breathing of the three of you. You weren't able to see the look on Steve's face, but Bucky's expression was crystal clear.

"Steve, can you give us a minute?" You stepped away from behind Steve, so you could be in Bucky's eyesight.

Steve turned to you with an unsure look on his face, and you immediately rubbed his shoulder to assure him you knew what you were doing.

Steve nodded and left the room silently. Now, it was just the two of you.

While Bucky looked anywhere but you, his eyes moving all over the room, you finally got to look at him. He was in a pair of black sweatpants, his chest left bare, making all the bruises and cuts on his upper body exposed to your eyes.

You signed, your heart breaking at the sight of your boyfriend battered like this. But it wasn't his physical pain that you were only worried about.

Bucky's eyes finally moved to look at you as you put your bag on the nearest table and started to move around, looking for something.

Bucky was confused. He wanted to ask you what you were doing, but he couldn't find it in himself to talk to you. Too many emotions are tormenting him.

Your little, quiet squeals told him you found what you wanted. You moved towards him with the first-aid kit in hand.

You grabbed the closest chair and positioned it in front of the chair, which Bucky was previously sitting on, and pulled a small table closer as well, where you put the first aid kit and started to empty its contents.

"You will catch lots of infections if you don't get the wounds clean." You spoke when you noticed that Bucky was standing still in his place.

"And God knows you become a big baby when you get sick." You joked. You tried to lighten the mood. to tell him that you were here to help. You weren't judging him. You would never judge him.

And he heard you. So, he came and sat back in the chair in front of you. This time, he sat with his back straight so you could patch him up.

You sat in silence, but there was so much hanging in the air between you. You didn't want to push him. You knew he would start talking when he felt ready.

"Who called you?" And he did.

"Does it matter?" You didn't look at him, sticking to cleaning his wounds.

"To me, yes." He regretted raising his voice immediately, even when you didn't move.

"You shouldn't be here." He continued when he knew he wouldn't get an answer from you.

"But I am." You looked up at him.

"And I want to." Finally, your eyes have met since you got here.

"Don't you see it? the damage I'm capable of doing. the chaos I can create. the pain I put others through. The mess I am."

Today's game was cruel, to say the least. Bucky's opponent played dirty. So dirty, that wasn't against the rules. Because this was never mentioned in any rule book. Mental hits.

Bucky's opponent not only studied Bucky's style and techniques so well, but he did some research as well. So, he would be able to defeat Bucky's strength. And he did.

The second he knew Bucky was winning, he ran his mouth nonstop. He brought up stuff that should never again be brought into the ring. Family stuff. Bucky's life before boxing, the team and their families.

It was shocking. Bucky almost lost his footing once or twice. Was this allowed? Well, it wasn't prohibited. Bucky tried to keep his head straight and not focus on the words coming from the man in front of him. However, it was getting harder and harder as the man kept getting more personal.

Until his opponent mentioned your restaurant's name, Every little drop of blood in Bucky's body ran cold. The noise around him became an annoying ring in his ears. And the opponent took his chance and started landing his punches.

Bucky was trying to regain his composure, but the man's words and punches didn't stop. He was talking nonsense about your restaurant, but he made a mistake that he never estimated.

"I heard you got soft because of that place and wanted to know why. I will tell you what. I would go soft for an adorable thing like her. What a shame that you are the only one who gets to ruin her."

That was the nail in the man's coffin.

Bucky was unstoppable. A monster. a beast with no restraints. You weren't a subject to bring into such a rotten place, and that man was going to pay for even thinking you could be involved in this circus.

Bucky only stopped when he heard the whistle and the referee breaking them apart. Bucky knew that if he didn't stop, he would have to face a penalty of sorts. So he did. But the mental troll has already happened.

The team was taken aback by Bucky's actions once they got out of the lights. They saw him angry after fights before. But this was different. He had lost his mind, and he wasn't willing to talk or tell anybody what happened. And he was getting worse by the second that they had to lock him in the medical room so nobody more would get hurt. They had no clue what to do.

And desperate times call for desperate measures.

So here he was, shame and guilt eating him as you were, once again, showing him kindness he had never encountered before.

"I never wanted you to see that."

"I didn't want you to think that I could hurt you."

"Bucky.."

"I would never hurt you, I swear."

His voice got smaller with each word. It was why he never wanted you anywhere near this. so you wouldn't get scared and run away. So you wouldn't see what he looked like when he lost control. And today, he did, and you saw it.

The opponent's voice is still ringing in his ears. He was ruining you. Everyone could see it. You being here just proved it. Because if it hadn't been for him, you would have never stepped a foot in here. Maybe he was already hurting you.

"Bucky." Tears were starting to form in your eyes. You put the stuff down and put your hand on his cheek.

"You can never hurt me. Never."

It was painful to hear the person who became your source of safety and security, the one you relied on the most, think like this.

"The only person you are hurting is yourself, and I can't stand by and watch." It was time you told him the truth.

"You need to stop living these two versions of yourself. You need to stop hiding from me."

"I love you, Bucky. I love you more than I have loved anything in my life. I knew who you were when we met, and it didn't change anything. I still got to fall in love with you."

"Nothing you do is going to change that. I know you think that I won't be able to handle it, but I will, and I want to know. all of it. Everything."

"I don't want you to feel like you have to hide parts of yourself from me. like you have to be someone else. I love everything about you and everything that made you."

"I want you to be able to share stuff and talk about your day freely without thinking too much about it, without keeping parts that you think I won't like."

"I want to sit in the front row and cheer for my boyfriend as he beats people up. I want to get to brag about my strong man." That brought a small laugh from the both of you.

"Nothing is ever going to make me leave or hate you. Nothing. So whatever you think is going to drive me away, it won't. Never."

You meant every word you said. You didn't want to be in a one-sided relationship where Bucky felt like he couldn't be himself. No, you wanted to be his safe place. You wanted to be the person he came to, and poured his heart out. You wanted to take care of him. You wanted him to let you love him. all of him.

"I love you so much that I won't care if you turn out to be a secret assassin."

"You won't?"

"I will bring you the knives in the kitchens."

Bucky thought he couldn't fall in love with you more than he already was. But he was wrong.

Bucky could feel his eyes getting glassy. All his fears weren't real. You weren't going to run away and leave him. You wanted to do the thing he believed he could never have. You wanted to share his life with him. You were giving him something nobody ever allowed him. to be himself openly.

Bucky never thought he had good luck. It turned out he had all the good luck in you. And he couldn't be happier.

Bucky was glad they called you.

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[bluehourbucky]

Nice Jacket

pairing: chubbybaker!bucky x fbiker!reader

summary: you pick up bucky from work for the first time on your 6 month anniversary

a/n: many many thoughts about soft bucky none are coherent :))) also I don't know anything about bikes so bare with me fudhdhd

/ main / bucky /

18+ only

no minors please

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Bucky has been acting weird for a while now and Steve and Sam have been going over what he could be so secretive about. They got nothing. He's singing, dancing and making heart shaped pastry but they haven't seen him outside of the bakery like ever.

He couldn't be in love could he? Bucky rejected at least three people this month alone.

"Hey Steve, could I ask you to close up tonight I promise I'll make it up to you."

Steve lifts a brow because Bucky almost never leaves early.

"Uh sure but why? It isn't like you to leave early?"

Bucky blushes but quickly tries to cover it up with a cough.

"Mygirlfirendispickingmeupforourdate." bucky says all in one breath very quietly. He's not sure why he won't tell his friends. Maybe it's because he doesn't want to jinx it as it has been a few years since his last serious relationship so he wants to hold onto it for a little while.

"What?"

"Just need you to close up please." Bucky begs and Steve just nodds.

Time quickly passes, and Bucky gets a text that you'll be there in 10. He's not the fastest when it comes to getting off work. There's always something that catches his eye before he leaves, but right now, he's out of his work clothes in no time.

"How do I look? Do I have flour in my hair?"

Steve smirks when he realises Bucky is going on a date.

"Hard to look at, punk. And no you do not have flour in your hair."

Bucky shoves Steve and flips him off.

Thats when they hear a loud roar of bikes in front of the bakery.

"Which one is yours?" Natasha asks you lifting her visor.

"The hot one." you simply reply looking at the men though the window taking your helmet off.

"That doesn't help you know? They're both hot."

You roll your eyes.

"Do you think the jacket is too much?" You look back at the box at the end of your bike a leather jacket you've prepared for Bucky as his present. You've customised it with the patches of your biker gang and some other patches from his favorite band and his favourite books. There's also his last name on the back in big white letters. You hope one day you'll get the same thing on your jacked but that's just wishful thinking.

"I gotta go see ya later punk. Thanks for the help." Bucky taps Steve's shoulder before he leaves.

"You can leave now." You tell Natasha, who's being a menace and just won't leave until she meets your Bucky.

"When do I get to meet him?" Natasha groans, Bucky is all you talk about and she didn't think you could get so soft and giggly about a guy she's never seen it before, usually you're indifferent to the guys you date. But with Bucky oh it's all about Bucky, the blue of the sky is not as pretty his eyes, the cakes you eat are not as good as Buckys, anyways you get the point.

"But-" She's cut off by you turning on her bike and pushing her to leave, you'll deal with the teasing later tonight is special so, no one is meeting anyone tonight.

You run up to Bucky when he exits the bakery and jump into his arms, he smells incredible his cologne mixed with sweet smell of bakery brings you so much comfort.

"Hey, handsome." your arms still around his middle nails softly scratching his back.

"Hi doll." he looks at you smiling, moving a strand of hair that has fallen.

"Ready to go?"

"Ready."

You sit on your bike and wait for Bucky to sit behind you, he carefully sits behind your wrapping his big strong arms around you and you feel right at home.

Bucky will never forget the first time you took him for a ride on your bike, he was so nervous as he's never been on one before. He was holding onto you like his life dependented on it, which at that moment it felt like it did. He's kept his eyes closed for most of the ride, Bucky thought it was embarrassing but you reassured him that it's okay.

The second time Bucky was even more embarrassed than the first as he suddenly turned into a horny teen and got a hard on when you kept putting your hand on his thigh every time you stopped at a red light and the constant vibrations and moving didn't help. And again you told him that it's fine and that you didn't think it was embarrassing.

By now, he's already used to it, and he loves going on rides with you. He loves kissing you when he's balancing the bike, your legs over his thighs, your hands in his hair pulling him closer.

Bucky looks at the city around him it's always busy, always crowded. He smiles to himself when he sees you're taking the route to get out of the city, he doesn't know where but wherever you take him he'll be fine with it.

It takes less than an hour to arrive at your destination, you stop at a resting spot in the middle of nowhere. Just one table that looks out to the city, it's there susually for travelers that need to rest and be on their way. Tonight it's luckly empty.

"We're here!" you step off the bike and take your helmet off, then help Bucky take his off as it always gets stuck for some reason, the reason being Bucky likes you taking it off for him as he always gets to hold your waist because you have to get on your tippy toes to pull it off.

"I picked up some wraps from your favourite place, I hope they haven't gotten cold." you say as you're trying to hide the jacket that takes 80% of the box.

"You didn't have to do that. Thank you, doll."

"It's nothing." you also take the drinks and put them on the table. Bucky and you sit on the bench turned to look at the city line.

"Happy 6 months to us."

"Happy 6 months. Hope I get to spend many more with you." Bucky replies, and you blush.It isn't something you expected to hear, it's not like you don't want that too with Bucky, but you didn't think he felt the same way.

Bucky starts to panic when you don't reply, he scared you, he knows that you two haven't been together for a long time but he's never been more sure about anything or anyone else before.

"Listen I-" you cut him off with a kiss and tell him to wait.

"Uh I know we said no gifts but... I got this for you, you don't have to wear it and I can take these off." You shyly present the black leather jacket and Bucky takes it from your hands and puts it on immediately.

"I love it! How do I look?"

"Very handsome." you pull him in for a kiss turns into much more, he holds your neck, deepening the kiss.

Hours pass and you switch between making out and talking and Buckys fingers find their way inside your jeans and your hands find themselves in his jeans too.

As much as Bucky is shy in public he's totally opposite in private, he's needy he's loud and you enjoy it so much.

"My friends want to meet you. Apparently I'm obsessed with you and they wanna give you the talk."

"You are obsessed with me through." You hit Buckys shoulder and he holds it groaning in pain.

"Ouch. I'm obsessed with you too."

It's quiet for a while but it's not the awkward silence you're just enjoying each others company, your head on Buckys chest, you playing with his fingers.

"Thanks for the jacket doll. I'll wear it every day gotta show it off it's really cool."

And true to his word the next morning he wears the same jacket to work and Steve and Sam are all up in his business at 6 in the morning.

"Nice jacket where'd you get it?" Sam teases and Bucky does a turn to show it off.

"My girlfriend got it for me and she customised it."

"Someone is willingly spending time with you? I have to meet this brave soul"

"Shut up Sam."

[The end]

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[goldengirlls]

security tape

pairings — beefy!biker!bucky x fem!reader

warnings — dom!bucky, unprotected sex, breeding kink, lap dances, talks of sex tapes/pictures/audios, dumbification, beard burn, mentions of balls, oral fem receiving, daddy kink, exhibitionism/public sex, dirty talk, spit kink and cum play

summary —only for our eyes.

wc — 3.2 k

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“Well look who finally decided to make an appearance.” Bucky’s voice rang through the beer infused air, back pressed back up against the dark color cushion and behind the wooden table that was littered with papers, a screen and a nearly finished glass of bourbon. The hum of the ice makers coming to life and the music fading from one song to another.

A sympathetic and amused look, thrown in his direction as your legs took you to stand in front of the table. Hands pressing themselves against the cool wood table and resting your body against them. 

“I told you I’d be here around six.” Leaning further on to the table and at the pout forming against his lips and the space growing larger between his hairline and eyebrows. 

He scoffs at the audacity, looking at his watch, “Yeah, a whole forty seven minutes after.” Firm glare or what was trying to be, but the glimmer of his midnight eyes proving otherwise that he was happy you were here, with him where you where were suppose to be.

“Yeah ‘s in the general area of six.” You protest while holding back the laugh that you so desperately wanted to let go off at how childish the six foot four leather clad biker was being about this.

His arms uncross from one another and his lip untucked itself from his pearl white teeth. Not saying a word as he slid out of the booth and over to the low lit bar where the open bottle of bourbon sat, pouring himself another glass. 

It was comical when you really thought about it. The six foot something tattooed cover biker with a sour look and grumbling under his breath. To anyone and everyone else he was labeled as grumpy and scary, but to you— he was a big softy, with a weak spot for you. 

Making your way over to him, you squeezed your body between him and the cool wooden bar, doe eyes already begging for forgiveness, “‘M sorry. I didn’t mean to be late. I, uh got distracted.” Tucking your lip between your teeth, your cheeks growing warm at the faint thought of what made you late. 

Grabbing his attention, the midnight eyes searched your face for an answer to said distraction. The pink dusted cheeks— warm to the touch, the dazey hooded glimmer in your eyes and the slightly ruffled hair was drawing a conclusion, but couldn’t quite draw a conclusion.

Then, with one last sweep over your enhanced features, it all clicked.

Bucky biting back a smile— or a smirk, “Distracted?” His voice dropping low and hands bruising your hips as he deposits you up onto the bar. “Care to explain, Ace.” Glimmer of hope you’d spill all the details he was desperately trying play in his mind.

“Uh, I couldn’t find my keys.” That was believable.

“Really?” His hands trailing up your bare legs, only covered by a denim cladded mini skirt. “When I left an hour before you, could’a sworn the were on the gold dish on the counter.” Challenging you.

Your eyes growing ten times in size, “I, uh mean my wallet. Yeah, couldn’t find my wallet.”  The goosebumps rising the closer he got to the hem of your mini skirt. Fingers playing with the distressed material as he hummed at your answer — not believing your words for a moment.

Bringing your body closer to him, his lips hovered over yours, “Sure it wasn’t something else that made you late?” Bourbon mixed with mint meeting your cotton candy like lips, “Maybe something like on your phone.”

Wicked, delicious and a dangerous game.

One of Bucky’s ring cladded, tattooed hand leaving your thigh as it met the heat of your cheek, thumb brushing against the high point, encouraging your answer, “How’d you figure it out.” Sheepishly asking with a glimmer of pride.

“Cause ‘m usually the one makin’ you look that way.” 

“Bucky!” A hand meeting his concrete shoulder, doe eyed and face warmer than before and far pinker. 

“Love it when ya scream my name.” Smiling before pressing his lips against yours. Bucky’s tattooed hands seemed to have a mind as they wandered around your body, meeting your legs , under your skirt and ever so lightly ghosting against your thighs which elicited a moan letting him deepen the kiss and sliding his tongue into your mouth.

A fucking dream come true. His best girl — perched on the bar, leather jacket and all, nape of the neck exposed for his lips, sloppy kisses and even messier hands.

“Which video did ya watch?” Bucky spoke against your lips, trailing down your jaw and to the column of your neck, a trail of destruction everywhere his lips connected to your skin.

“I— the one of us after Sam’s house party.” Gasping out when his teeth grazed your skin. “Y’know the one where you tore my panties right in half.”

“Didn’t seem to mind when I made you cum four different times that night.” He hums against you, eyes gleaming with pride when he met your eyes that were watching his every move.

Four years of love and two years of living together. Soulmates. Complete opposites, but alike in many ways. 

A crisp autumn night, layered in a waffle white long sleeve tucked away in a leather jacket with light washed denim jeans. One too many tequilas as your sneaker cladded feet took you to the very man that you’d come home to every night and show you how much he loved you every morning. And Bucky thanked his lucky stars every day for those doe eyes and wicked tongue. 

You fell hard and fast for the six foot something, leather wearing, tattoo covered biker.

Neither one of you loving someone the way you loved each other. Day in and day out proving your worth to one another.

“‘Specially when I did that thing with my tongue.” He mumbles out, his forefinger running between your wet folds followed by many curse words.

You gasped out a string of incoherent words when his cold rings could be felt when his finger dipped into your messy hole.

“Gonna let me wreck you.” Other ring adorned hand squeezing your bare thigh, voice dangerously low and the midnight eyes pleading for your acceptance. “Let me destroy this little pussy. Make her cry and squirm.” Retracting his finger to bring to his lips— tasting his favorite thing. 

“Sweeter than ever.” He hummed out pressing his lips against yours so you could taste you on his lips. “And always so messy for me, for daddy.”

“Bucky.” You whine grinding against his jeans, trying to alleviate the ache between your legs. The pleading, close to pathetic look you were giving him was enough for him to flip your skirt up and blow against your puffy pussy. “Don’t tease me, touch me.” Lips pouty and prominent with the taunting promise of watching them quiver.

“Yeah? Want me to make ya sing, baby? Play with her all night? Make her weap and cry till she can’t take it anymore?”

A moan escapes from your bruises lips with a nod and eyes fluttering closed.

“Gonne let me eat your pussy, baby? Know you’re gonna be my good girl for daddy tonight.” He questions licking his lips as his eyes follow your glistening pussy, “Shit, baby. A drippin’ mess, s’all for me? Needs me that bad, huh?”

Nodding your head in response, your walls clench around his forefinger and middle finger, your head becomes even fuzzier when his lips connect with your clit as his tongue begins spelling words that word spoken between the two of you.

“Got the prettiest fuckin’ pussy ever. Can’t wait to show you what she looks like when ‘m done with her tonight.”

Your senses are in overdrive. Hypersensitive. And when his beard brushed against your folds the most pornographic sounds falls from your bruised lips and he inserts a second and a string of saliva leaving his lips runs against your folds to your hole. 

It’s filthy and delicious. 

The pathetic whimpers leaving your mouth mixed with the wetness from your pussy and the moans from Bucky are driving you closer to the edge. 

“D— Daddy, ‘m gonna cum.” You cry out, squeezing your legs around his head, only making him shove his face further into your sensitive pussy. “Don’t stop, please.” Whining out rubbing your face against his mouth and beard. The burn of his hair increasing the pleasure and without a doubt leaving the promise of him on you tomorrow.

Bucky’s tongue laid flat against your clit, his eyes connecting to yours holding eye contact telling you to cum, to be his good girl. He’s desperate to taste you — your warm cream filling his mouth. He needs you spread on his beard and he’s begging for it with every lick and curl of his finger.

A few more swipes of his tongue — spelling his name, the promise of coming home and the curl of his cool cladded fingers brushing against your spongy spot was enough for you to cum, squirming against him as you see the stars. 

Bucky continues to clean you up. Never missing a drop of the warm cream lapping up every last drop. Standing tall and proud with a smirk plastered on his lips, noticing how floaty and fucked out you already look.

Your slick glistening against his beard, swollen pillow like lips and blown pupils, “Think ya can give me another on, baby?” Bucky husks out, nudging his nose against yours — smelling you on him.

Your eyes lashes flutter close when your lips meet his, moaning into his mouth with the taste of you on the tip of his tongue, as you palm at the prominent bulge hidden beneath his jeans.

The zipper makes a loud, thick sound, as your hands find the bottom of your shirt, pulling it up and over your head— only left in your mini skirt when his angry cocks’ finally able to breathe.

“Shit— gettin’ pretty everytime I see you.” The butterflies soaring in your stomach when you feel the mushroom leaky tip drag up and down the reminiscence of the mess he created earlier before he eases the head into your sore but desperate hole. 

“Just stretched her out this morning, how’s she this tight already.” Bucky continues, “Guess ‘ll have to fix that, seein she’s gonna suck me back in everytime I pull out.” Bottoming out — pelvis to pelvis, chest to chest.

“Gonna fuckin’ ruin her and you, baby. Gonna have her a weapin mess, beggin’ me for more after I fill her up.” Bucky states as he slams in and out of you at a bruising but promising speed.

Bucky fucks into you as if his life depends on it. His midnight eyes connecting where his cock meets your needy hole, moaning when he sees himself covered in your slick.  Bucky’s balls slapping against your ass as words fall from his lips when he feels you suck him in and clench around him. 

He pounds into you relentlessly, the girth is snug and length is delicious. His bulbous tip brushing against your g’spot, the delivering of every thrust is deliberate and tasteful. He’s demanding you feel everything that makes his cock — veins, crevice and mushroom tip.

“Daddy needs you to be a good girl. He needs ya to drench his cock. Need ya to make a slutty mess, c’mon I didn’t fuck you that stupid, yet. Cum for me. Make a mess so daddy can make a mess in you.” Bucky states, eyebrows furrowed, cock slipping in and out of you.

His balls are heavy. Begging for a release. Begging to fill your silky creamy walls. Needing it. 

“Be a messy slut and cum for me.” Buckys fingers start rubbing your little clit, in small deliberate circles, as you moan loudly clenching his cock like a vice making his balls tighten and body tighten.

Your legs to shake and spazz around his thick thighs, as your pussy wheeps and creams around his cock riding out your orgasm.

“Good girl, baby, fuck, gonna cum.” Bucky moans ropes of his seed shot from his bulbous tip, spewing into your bruised and velvet like walls, flooding your pussy to the brim, riding out his and your orgasms. 

A few moments of labored breaths and stolen kisses, he slowly slides himself out, careful to not let anything spill out. His fingers coming down to collect the cum that’s dripped out, collecting it and running his fingers along the rim of his glass— a promise to taste you the rest of the night. 

“I have to save some of you for later Ace” Licking his lips and fingers once done.

Tucking himself away and helping you collect yourself you catch that lovestruck boyish look he’s given you a million times.

He cups your cheeks, cold rings flushed against your pink cheeks, keeping you close to his heart and the steady thumps beating at the same rate. Passionate and messy. Desperate and yearning. Actions speaking louder than words. Each kiss expressing the impact and heaviness of his love. Everything pouring into this kiss. 

“Much as I love those sweet lips, gotta get ready to open the bar.” Speaking lowly and with a huff. Meeting your eyes as he leaned down for one last kiss.

“Oh and Ace,” Your eyes connect with his, your head titling to the side — indicating for him to continue, “Can’t wait to watch the security tape later.” His tongue licks the rim slowly and deliberately as he goes to get the supplies to clean the counter.

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[disasterofastory]

Late night ride (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Late night ride biker!Bucky Barnes x Reader Warnings: fingering

Summary: Bucky gives you more than a tip.

A/N: It’s kinktober and I have a bunch of kinky ideas for Steve and Bucky but there is no way I can post a story everyday. So maybe we will have a kinky autumn but we will see. For now, enjoy your ride with Bucky!

"You are late." He stands next to his bike in the middle of his garage. A lonely lightbulb highlights the curve of his plump lips as he watches you leaning your bicycle against the wall. "I don't," you argue back, glancing at the clock on the wall to be sure you are right. You are on time, and Bucky knows that too. "I really hoped I could get the fries for free," he continues to tease you, leaving his bike to get his wallet from the table, which is a mess of tools and bike parts you can't recognize. "Don't forget my tip," you smirk. "And don't forget we are neighbors," you add.

How could he forget it? There are days when it seems like you are the only thing he can think about since you moved into the house next to him. You have always been kind and polite ever since you came over to him to introduce yourself with a slightly burned lemon cake. He and his friends loved it, though.

While he is busy with the money, you walk closer to his bike, watching the dim light sliding on the metal and glinting on the black parts. Awe shows on your pretty face. Your makeup faded during the day, and your hair is a mess of knots, but Bucky is still sure you are the most beautiful thing he has ever seen. The ugly t-shirt with the restaurant's logo hides your figure, but the brunette remembers it. It burned into his mind the first time he saw you sipping your morning coffee on the porch just in your pajamas. Sleepiness clouded your eyes, but your smile was bright and shiny when you noticed him.

"Here," he speaks up suddenly, making you jump at the sudden noise. Bucky stands behind you, holding up the money. "Thanks," you hum, trying to calm down your rapidly beating heart. You didn't notice he was so close, and now the scent of his spicy cologne fills your senses. It mixes with the metal's coldness. After putting the money away, you give him the bag with the food in it. And that's it. Your job is done. You are done for today.

You should go home. You should move. Walk, damn it!

"Do you want to try it?" He asks, staring down at you. He nods at the bike. You are always amazed when you see his or the others' bikes, but you were never brave enough to ask anything from him. And it's a shame, really. You would look good on his bike. Behind him. Hugging his waist. He has to force himself not to grab you and put you on the seat just to watch you to his heart's content. "Oh," you breathe out. "I shouldn't..." "Why not?" Bucky asks, crossing his arms over his broad chest. His arms are thick and muscled. Black ink disappears under the sleeve of his dark blue t-shirt. "What if I... ruin it?" You ask, trying to keep your voice even though your throat closes down, and you have to force the words out of your mouth. "How could you ruin it?" He laughs. His chuckle is deep and rumbling. You shrug as an answer. There are a bunch of scenarios in your head that could ruin his precious bike, but every one of them seems silly when you want to say them out loud.

Bucky waits for a few more moments, but when you say nothing, he takes the lead. "Come," he says, holding up his hand for you to take it. "Are you sure?" You ask, accepting his help anyway. His large palm is warm and comforting. He holds you as you swing your leg over the bike, slipping onto the seat. Your feet barely reach the ground. "How is it?" He asks, hiding his smile while you are getting comfortable. "Good," you gasp out, trying to find out where you should put your hands. You lean forward, bracing yourself on the tank. Bucky has to force himself not to stare at the curve of your bottom and back as he speaks up again. "Do you want to go for a ride?" "Oh, I don't want to waste your time," you shake your head, but there is no way Bucky lets an opportunity go when he sees you want it too. It's almost funny how quiet you became in contrast to your teasing at the beginning. "It's not a waste, doll," he says, and without waiting for an answer, he sits up behind you. For long moments, you forget how to breathe as you feel him behind you. His wide chest is against your back, and his thick arms are around your torso to reach the handlebars. He cages you in, covering you with his presence. "What do I do?" You ask him when you can think again. "You are good the way you are," he says. "We will go slow. Just a round around the street." And with that, the bike starts to rumble under you. The vibration surge through your body and your thighs tighten on the bike. And Bucky feels everything. He notices the small tremble of your body and one of his arms curls around your body as he leaves his garage. "Are you okay?" He asks. His voice is deep and soft in your ear. "Yes," you exhale. Your nerves are on edge. Bucky's closeness fill your senses, but the feel of the bike under you is overwhelming too.

Bucky really goes slow, as he said. It's nowhere near comfortable enough for either of you to speed up, and the man just wants to savor the feeling of you in front of him. You fit his chest perfectly, and he notices every jerk of your muscles as he turns on the corner. He leans closer, pressing against you some more. You smell like a mix of oil and faded perfume.

The street is silent and peaceful. Warm lights filter out from the houses, and a few dogs bark when you pass by. The sky is dark and clear. Stars glint here and there, and the moon is round and bright. The warm wind caresses your skin, and one of your hands slips to Bucky's on your stomach to ground yourself. His hold tightens, and you can feel every breath he takes. His exhale fans over the back of your head.

A few turns later, you are in the garage again, and it feels too soon. You want to ask Bucky for one more round, but in the end, you decide against it. You are sure he is tired, or he has better things to do than circling around the neighborhood with you. "How did you like it?" Bucky asks after a while. The bike is quiet again, and you miss the power and vibration between your legs. "It was fun," you tell him honestly, waiting for him to move and get off the seat, but he stays behind you. Arms around your torso. "I can take you somewhere at the weekend if you want it," he offers. He nuzzles into your hair, his hot breath on your ear. "As-" You have to lick your lips. "As a date?" "Yeah," he hums. "If you are okay with it." "I would like it," you agree. Excitement bubbles in your chest at the thought of a date with your handsome neighbor. "Good." But he still doesn't let go. "Bucky?" "I didn't give you enough tip." You frown. "What?" He doesn't answer. He doesn't have to. His hand from your stomach goes lower, playing with the button of your jeans. The oxygen leaves your lungs ragged and heavy. "Is it okay?" He asks. His lips are on your ear. It's soft and warm. "Yes." Your answer is airy and tense with anticipation. His low chuckle rumbles down your spine, sending shivers through your body. Bucky opens your pants, sliding under the material of your panties. "What if somebody sees?" You ask him. The door of the garage is still wide open, and you are under the light, caged in the man's arms. "Nobody is watching," he promises. "Trust me."

The brunette's mind is full of you and your softness. His rough fingers glide through your already wet folds. "What made you so wet?" He asks. "Me or the bike?" "Both?" Your reply sounds more like a question, but he likes it. You can very much feel how much he likes it. His hard length is pressed to your back, but Bucky doesn't move to help himself. You are his only focus. "Good," Bucky says, pushing his head deeper into the curve of your neck. He nibbles on the skin, kissing the sensitive part under your ear. A low groan leaves your lips when he starts to play with you. He draws small circles on your clit until you throb and ache for more. "Bucky," you say his name breathily. "Please." "What do you want, doll?" he asks. "What do you need? Tell me." He stops everything he does. He cups your pussy, enjoying the warmth and wetness. There is a possessiveness in it that makes you clench. "Your fingers," whine. "Say it, doll," he urges you, still doing nothing. "Tell me what you want." "I want your fingers in my pussy. Please, Bucky." He laughs again but does as you want. One of his long fingers finds your hole, pushing himself deeper and deeper. The ring he wears all the time is cold against your heated flesh. "One?" He asks. You can feel the smugness in his voice. "Or two?" He continues, adding another finger at the same time. "Two," you reply immediately. Your head falls back on his shoulder, giving him more access to your neck. "Two." "I thought so," he hums. Kisses ghost over your neck. "Does it feel good?" His movements are slow and torturous, and he still doesn't let you move. He enjoys the power he has over you. He loves the fact that he is the one who can give you pleasure. "Faster," you mewl. Pleasure flares through your body, but it's not enough to push you over the edge. "Are you sure?" Bucky teases. His thumb finds your clit, flicking the hard bud. "This pussy is ready for it?" "Yes," you chant. "Yes, please."

Your whole body is on edge, and it almost hurts. Every fiber of your body aches for his touch until your breath gets stuck and breaks through your throat in a moan. His long fingers start to move in and out of you with a rapid speed. He massages your walls, stretching and filling you while your clit burns and makes your hips jerk. You grind against his palm, forcing him deeper and deeper. You soak his hand, and he can't help but imagine his cock in your hot pussy. His erection presses against the zipper of his jeans painfully so.

Bucky can almost feel the hot coil in your lower belly. It stretches to the point your lips part in a throaty moan, breathing in and out his name repeatedly. He closes his eyes at your prayer, biting the soft spot between your shoulder and neck as you cum on his fingers. You suck him in, trembling in his strong arms until you are limp and sated. You need him to keep you on the bike. "Are you okay?" He asks softly, adjusting your jeans as if nothing happened. The only reminder of what happened is your erratic breathing and his wet fingers. "Yeah," you reply when you find your voice. "I...um... thank you?" He laughs. "Do you want to come in? I ordered for two." "Did you plan this?" You ask him, straightening your back so he can get off and help you stand up. It's almost comical how easily everything falls into place. There is no awkwardness between you two even though you cum on his fingers a few minutes ago. Your heartbeat is still uneven and rapid. "No." He is honest, but satisfaction shines in his eyes. "I only hoped for a nice dinner." "Oh." "So? Do you want to join me, doll?"

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[avecra]

Not My Babe

summary: After a nasty break up to a nearly two year relationship, you find yourself dragged to a bar by your best friend, though a familiar blue-eyed biker makes the best of your crappy situation.

pairing: biker!bucky x reader

word count: 3.4k

warnings: angst and fluff, mentions of toxic relationship, violence, alcohol, smoking, biker!bucky is also protective!bucky

a/n - the title and some dialogue is partly based on #icanteven by The Neighbourhood and French Montana, let me know if you guys want a part 2 :)

The smell of cigarette smoke and aged whiskey burned your nostrils all while you kept your hand encased with your best friend’s, following her into the packed bar. Rock music echoed against the walls, lyrics of Led Zeppelin and Aerosmith filled the air. You passed by a few people, before settling down at the far end of the bar.

You felt wildly out of place, glancing between the leather clad patrons and the grey sweater that sat over your shoulder. Nervously fiddling with your fingers, you saw Natasha plop herself on a stool next to you and place a gentle hand on your wrist.

“Relax, would you?” Her green eyes and soft smile seemed to relax you, but there was still an inkling feeling in the back of your head. “You are not together anymore, if he wants to make a big deal of you going out then he can talk to me.”

“Him being the horrid boyfriend, I presume?” You looked up at the sudden voice and smiled, seeing Sam Wilson behind the bar.

“Ex-boyfriend, actually,” Natasha cut in, a knowing smile, but you couldn’t even muster yourself to lift up the corner of your mouth.

Nearly two years was wasted, and you spent it chasing a man for affection that didn’t even care about you in the first place. A relationship that had started so beautifully, that had been filled with joy and happiness that had now developed into something that filled your days with misery.

Quentin Beck never showed you affection unless you were the one to initiate it, he never showed up on dates and when he did, he was always either staring down at his phone or up at a television set, watching whatever sports was on at the moment.

It didn’t just stop at that, though.

Continuous nights of coming home when it was nearing one or two in the morning, the stench of stale beer and the hint of floral perfume tearing you from your sleep as he slithered into bed. The times you questioned him about it, he brushed you off and told you in an annoyed voice, “Would you relax and stop being so dramatic? You were probably having another one of those dreams.”

Looking back, you put up a lot for a long time with him and his flaws. Always having to clean the apartment, do the dishes, the laundry, everything. Natasha had begged, practically pleaded you to leave and break up with him, but you always opposed that. He, unfortunately besides Natasha, was all you had. You had no one else.

Conversations about your relationship swirled between you and your best friend for months, until finally, you saw him kiss another woman’s neck in the small restaurant you had about to order from, you couldn’t tear your eyes away from how he gently held her waist and caressed her face when he moved to cup her cheek.

It physically hurt you.

Not the fact that your boyfriend was kissing another woman in a bar, but the fact that in the past year of your relationship, he ever showed you an ounce of the love and affection he showed her.

You finally decided that was the final straw and broke up with him the day after. Natasha and a few of her friends volunteered themselves to help move you out of his apartment and in with Natasha.

To say it had been a stressful past few weeks would be an understatement, dealing with moving and adjusting to a life without him, Natasha instead that the two of you meet up with her friends, to let yourself loose.

And now, you found yourself sitting in a bar surrounded by people who you had only met on a few occasions, but Natasha had told them enough to get a good read off of you.

“And I presume that’s a good thing?” Sam’s voice tore you out of your thoughts. Natasha nodded her head a little too enthusiastically and you moved your gaze to his and nodded. “Well, good riddance to his ass. What’s your drink, sugar?”

“I guess a vodka cranberry,” you replied, unsure if you really wanted it.

In all truth, Beck always seemed to discourage you whenever you ordered yourself anything remotely alcohol, he would advise you to take it easy and to order something else in a bitter tone. But Natasha knew you better than anyone else.

“No, give her a whiskey sour. I think she’ll like that,” She slung an arm around your shoulder and leaned her temple against yours. “I know it feels like everything is falling apart, but I’m really glad you’re here with me tonight. I missed my best friend.”  

The familiar sting of tears pricked at the back of your throat and you leaned into her embrace. Sam placed your drink on the napkin in front of you, handing Natasha a beer.

“I missed you, too, Nat.” you said back, taking your drink and clinked it against her bottle. You took a sip of your drink, and you looked at Sam with a gleam in your eyes. “Oh, I like that.”

“See? Don’t I know my friends?” The redhead smirked as she took a sip from her bottle, eyes glinting with excitement when she heard the deep familiar voice of the owner.

“Probably knows us all better than we know ourselves.”

You turned your head to see James, or Bucky as he liked to be called, walk up to the bar, several bottles of alcohol in hand as he began to stock the bar. Striking blue eyes met yours and he sent you a smile.

“The shipment just came in,” Bucky spoke to Sam. “Just stock it up in the freezer and Nat and Steve will go over the inventory tomorrow morning.”

Sam nodded and looked to Natasha, nudging his head to the back, where the inventory was waiting to be put away. Then, she turned to you with a gentle hand on your wrist.

“You gonna be okay if I help Sam out?” she asked and you nodded, pushing out a smile for her. She squeezed your arm and murmured how she wouldn’t be long. You watched her until she disappeared into the back before returning your gaze to your drink.

From behind the bar, Bucky watched as you trailed a finger up the side of your glass, catching the condensation before it touched the bartop. He lifted up your drink and placed a napkin below and leaned his elbows against the counter.

Bucky had been one of the first to know of your messy breakup with Beck. Afterall, he and Sam were both sitting with Natasha in the near empty bar when you called her, crying and almost hyperventilating after a two hour screaming match with him.

He had driven his truck to the apartment you shared with Beck and watched as Natasha dashed out of the backseat to you, pulling you into her arms. A shared look with Sam and Natasha was leading you to the truck, helping you inside before rushing inside to pack you a bag of essentials, some things to hold you over until you could properly move out.

The tissues that sat unopened in his glove box were offered to you, and your glossy eyes met the soft hues of his blue ones and more tears filled your eyes. The night was a blur to you, but you could distinctly remember him getting out of the driver's seat to comfort you until Natasha returned.

It was the simple acts of kindness, like when he placed a hand on your trembling back, rubbing soothing circles across your tense shoulders. Or when he helped pack and move your belongings from Beck’s apartment to Natasha’s.

You had only known him for a few months, but he had shown you more care than Beck had in the two years together.

“How are you?” Bucky asked as you took another sip. You shrugged and propped your head up on the palm of your hand.

“I don’t know,” you sighed. “One day I’m fine, the next day I just want to cry my eyes out for a guy who treated me like shit, now that I realize.” It never dawned on you how horribly he had treated you during your relationship. How he never liked you going out with Nat, or just going out in general unless it was with him. He could go out with his friends, but you had to stay home. He despised when you came home from work late, and would often pressure you into cooking even though you were exhausted. “I’m so stupid for staying with him for so long.”

You quickly downed the rest of your drink and winced at the sour taste before running the back of your hand over your forehead. The urge to cry tore its way through you, but you fought the desire.

Bucky placed a cup of water in front of you and  brushed his fingers lightly over your knuckles. “Please don’t talk about yourself like that. You are not stupid, don’t think that you are.”

His voice was soft, and though he was dressed in dark jeans and a black t-shirt with tattoos lining his arms, he was always gentle when he spoke to you. You had seen him get rousey and excited during football games shown at the bar, but even then, he still remained a gentle person.

Parts of you wished Beck could have been more like Bucky… or that Beck was Bucky. If Beck had been more like him, maybe you wouldn’t have been in a bar drinking your pain away, but you couldn’t change the past, though you desperately wish you could.

“You have such a beautiful personality, don’t let that asshole take that from you again. Don’t let him hurt you even more.” Blue eyes held so much intensity as they gazed into yours and you could feel your cheeks heat up.

“Thank you, Bucky,” you said, mustering up a small smile. He winked at you and took your empty glass off the bartop and you asked, “can I have another?”

But Bucky was already a step ahead of you, placing a freshly made whisky sour in front of you. He watched you with a smile as you took a sip, sighing in content as the lemony alcohol satisfied the pain. “The guys and I have really enjoyed your company. We really like it when Nat invites you to the bar.”

You let out a hearty huff and smiled at him. “I like hanging out with you. I feel like I can… I can just finally be me.”

“It’s a good look on you,” Bucky said with a cheeky smile and he leaned forward. “But seriously, it doesn’t matter how long you stayed with him, or how poorly treated you. What matters is that you are away from him.” Tears gathered at your waterline. “Besides, you’re way too beautiful for him anyways. It’s his loss.”

You were at a loss for words, you couldn’t help the bashful smile and the heat that spread across your face like a wildfire. The way he spoke to you made your stomach flutter, the calm ocean blue of his eyes brought you to a safe place, away from all the toxicity you had faced.

“Thank you, James.” you whispered, blinking away the tears, though one escaped down your cheek. Before you could wipe it away, Bucky beat you to it, catching your tear with the pad of his thumb. He dropped his hand and brushed his fingers over the back of your hand and over your fingers.

As he was about to say something, a few patrons down the bar flagged for his attention. He nodded to them and turned back to you, pushing himself up from the bar. You watched him in content as he gave you a small smile and and you reached out and placed a hand over his tattooed wrist.

“I’ll be okay. Go help your customers,” you gently told him.

“I’ll only be a minute, doll,” He nodded and gave you one last smile before making his way down the bar. Your stomach fluttered at the nickname and you kept your eyes on his back until he was down at the other end of the bar, pouring whiskey into glasses and pulling out beer bottles from the cooler. You forced yourself to pull your gaze away from him, opting to swirl the straw around your drink.

Absorbing yourself in the atmosphere, you looked around, seeing how some patted each other’s back and laughed, some cheered to who knows what, and others placed bets on who would win in a game of pool.

Everyone knew each other around here, and the thought made your heart warm. The music wasn’t too bad either, as the jukebox played mostly classic rock, you still enjoyed it. The atmosphere in general you enjoyed.

You silently thanked Natasha in your head for dragging you tonight, though you had no interest originally, but being around Bucky and talking to him lifted your spirits. The thoughts of Beck and being with him instantly flew out of your mind.

Until you felt an all too familiar presence behind you, followed by the same nauseating stench of his cologne.

You turned around with wide eyes as you came face to face with your ex-boyfriend. Quentin Beck looked at you with an annoyed, malicious smirk. You couldn’t help but scoot closer to the bartop as his eyes raked over your form.

“What are you doing here?” You were the first one to speak, though your voice wavered. Your last encounter with him had been a two hour screaming match that left you sobbing and trembling.

Beck let out a dry chuckle and shook his head. “What am I doing? What are you doing, Y/n? Who the hell brings you to a place like this? I know we had our ups and downs, but really, a biker bar?”

Ups and downs? You swallowed thickly and stared back at him, biting your lip to ground yourself.

“Quentin, you cheated on me. With another woman. All the downs came from you, not me. We did not have ups and downs, you did,” you retorted, trying to hide the tremble in your hands. Your heart beated rapidly against your ribcage. “You can’t control where I go and who I go with anymore. You threw that away when you cheated.”

“For the love of-”

“Did it make you feel bad when you cheated on me? Did I even cross your mind for a second? Did those years mean nothing to you?” you spewed, and he stood with wide eyes that began to fill with anger. “You’re gonna say I’m overreacting even though you know I am right.”

Brown eyes flared with anger and he reached out and grasped your bicep tightly, pulling you up from your seat. You quickly pushed him a few feet away and looked for Bucky down at the end of the bar, but dread sank in your stomach as you found the space vacant. Beck grabbed you again, this time with a much firmer grip on your wrist.

“You keeping talking like that and I swear to god Y/n, I’ll-”

But before he could finish his sentence, Beck was ripped away and the tight grip on your wrist was released. Wide eyes focused on Bucky’s back as he stood himself in front of you, acting as a shield from Beck.

Patrons paid Bucky no attention, merely moving out of the way to give him more area. Beck, who had landed on his rear, pushed himself up to his feet and stood up to meet Bucky, unprepared for the height advantage Bucky had on him.

“Oh please, Quentin, I beg you to finish that sentence. ‘Cause that’ll give me just about another reason to beat the living shit out of you,” Bucky announced to him, piercing blue eyes narrowed on him.

Your shaking hand touched Bucky’s black shirt, and he immediately snuck a hand behind his back  and you quickly latched onto his hand. Beck noticed, it only made him angrier.

“You talk about me cheating, bitch? Yet here you are, giving yourself to a biker nonetheless, whore.” You trembled at his venom laced words.

Bucky’s hand was ripped out of yours and you looked up to see Bucky punch Beck right in the nose. You clasped your hands over your mouth as patrons around the three of you cheered and applauded.

Natasha and Sam came running out to see Bucky leaning over Beck, who was nursing a bloody nose. Natasha made her way over to you, placing an arm on your shoulder as she looked to see if you were okay.

Though Sam did nothing but watch with a gleeful smirk as Bucky grabbed Beck by the collar of his jacket and whispered in his ear, “You come near her again or call her anything other than her name, and I swear to god I’ll make your life a living hell. If she so much as sheds a single tear, it’s over for you, Beck. Do I make myself clear?”

“Y-yes.”

“Good. Now get the fuck out of my bar.”

You couldn’t hear what Bucky said, but you watched and took your hand away with surprised eyes as Bucky released beck and stood up, wringing his hand out. It was only then did you notice the irritated skin of his knuckles.

“Are you okay?” You tore your gaze from Bucky to Natasha, her hands smoothing over your sweater and your bruising wrist.

“I’m okay, Nat,” you mumbled, though you weren’t sure if it was entirely true. You were expecting a night with your best friend but instead saw the one person you dreaded seeing. Bucky made his way over to you, looking to see if you were okay, but you caught his hand in your grasp. “You’re bleeding, Bucky.”

He didn’t feel the stinging of the minor knicks on his knuckles, but he took a glance at the bruising skin of your wrist. “And you’re bruisin’ up, doll. Let me put some ice on that.”

You nodded and allowed him to lead you away from the busy bar to the back office, not before scooping some ice into a cup. He led you to sit on the small couch he kept in the office, and as he sat down next to you, he rolled up your sleeve and pressed the ice against your skin.

“Are you okay?” Bucky asked quietly, and you sighed, blinking away the tears that formed at your waterline. You didn’t feel okay, but with Bucky next to you, in the moment, you felt more than okay.

Nodding your head, you fully expected him to get up and return to the bar, but he stood himself still in his seat next to you. “Thank you for what you did.”

Bucky shook himself and caught your gaze. “You don’t have to thank me, doll. I didn’t like how he was holding onto you. I’m sorry about my temper, but once he called you all those horrible things, I couldn’t help myself. You deserve someone who will treat you the way you deserve to be treated.”

He wiped away the tears that leaked out of your eyes and you grasped his forearm in appreciation. “Thank you, Bucky.”

The two of you sat while he continued to hold the ice to your wrist. His thumb caressed the soft skin of your arm, goosebumps littered your arms and you felt yourself leaning into his embrace.

“Do you think that maybe, whenever you find yourself ready again, I could maybe take you out on a date?” Bucky asked a moment later.

A heat spread across your face as you looked at him. Cerulean eyes stared back at you and a soft smile lit up your face. After a nasty breakup with Beck, you hadn’t even considered anyone else.

But spending the evening talking to Bucky, feeling the fluttering butterflies in your stomach from someone who genuinely made you smile, made you feel something, it was hard to not have some sort of attraction to him.

So, you looked up at him and nodded, “Yeah, I would really like that.”

It would be okay, you decided as Bucky pressed a kiss to your knuckles. Maybe a little rocky to start, but eventually everything would be okay.

Afterall, you had a tattooed biker at the end of the tunnel, waiting for you.

Yeah, everything is gonna be okay.

Part 2

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes one shot #biker!bucky

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Saving part 6 Biker Bucky Barnes x reader

Warning: Swearing, Violence, forced relationship, obsession, manipulation, Smut, Manhandling, abuse, some dark themes, Dub Con, Smut,

Bucky decided to make a call before going upstairs where he knew you were waiting to argue with him, He knew you were a bit stubborn, He knew from your background you had to grow up too fast, and you have always been working, what he didn’t know was how long the abuse was going on. 

“Hello?” Sam’s voice came through the phone

“How’s it going?” Bucky asked 

“Her old man is a stubborn one, Steve is still beating the shit out of him and he’s still not talking, only calling us a few colorful words.” Sam says 

Bucky chuckles 

“Let me know when he talks.” Bucky says 

“Sure thing.” Sam says the line goes dead, 

Out of the corner of his eyes he sees movement He sees you grabbing your jacket. 

“Where do you think your going?” He asked

“To work then home, I am not staying here.” You say about to put your jacket on when Bucky yanks it from you throwing you over his shoulder and storming up the steps, Bucky is a leader of a notorious biker gang, he’s not used to the word no, or someone challenging his authority, 

“James! Knock it off put me down!” You yell smacking him on the back which did very little, 

He throws you on the bed but not hard enough to cause you any pain, he has you trapped between the mattress and him, 

“Now listen very carefully doll, You are my girl, and you are not setting foot back in that house, You are not returning to work until your injuries heal, Even if I have to tie your ass to the bed am I clear?” He says glaring down at you, 

You glare right back at him, his hand slowly skimming up your thigh which causes you to get goosebumps, 

“You are mine, And no one touches what is mine.” He says smirking as his fingers slip past your panties and past your folds, 

You try to fight it because you don’t want to give into his demands and you don’t want to make him think that his controlling behavior is okay, Because it’s not, 

But your body has different ideas than your head, You can feel yourself getting wet, and suddenly you let out a moan that you were trying to hold back, 

“Mmm that’s my girl.” Bucky moans into your ear as he kisses down the side of your neck, his other hand skillfully helping you out of your dress, 

“Tomorrow we’ll get you some clothes..” He says kissing down your throat down the valley of your breasts, 

You throw your head back at how much pleasure your body is getting from all of his touch, 

His fingers going deeper inside of you and faster, You arch your back he skillfully takes your bra off throwing it to the floor, his lips attaching to your breast as his tongue swirls around it, his other hand playing with the other breast, 

You are a moaning mess not able to hold back your moans, arching your back as you feel the pleasure building up inside of you feeling your walls tightening around his fingers, 

“That’s it doll cum for me,” He says then attacking your other breast with his mouth, 

Your arch your back feeling the pressure inside of you snap, feeling the wave of pleasure come crashing down, You knew something about James not only brought you a sense of security but immense pleasure you have never felt before in your life. 

Before you know it his lips are capturing yours, as his fingers slip out of you. 

He knees on the bed taking off his shirt, last night you couldn’t really see but now during the day you can see that he is built, muscular arms and chest, a six pack, he unbuttons his jeans, taking them off revealing a massive hard on, he crawls back on the bed grasping the back of your thighs as he enters you slowly, Your eyes fluttering shut as he enters you, letting out a moan so does he, 

“God doll you are perfect for me.” He says kissing you again, 

He starts his brutal pace, pulling out and slamming into you with such force, You moan and arch your back about to have your second orgasm. 

“Tell me you are mine.” He says 

You shake your head no and just before you were about to reach your peak he pulled out denying you of your release He flips you over that you are on all fours gripping your hips slamming into you again, his pace relentless leaving love marks on your shoulder you again could feel the pressure building up again, as he continued to slam into you and pull out at a brutal pace, you could feel his heavy breathing on your neck, 

Just as your walls started squeezing him. Your fists gripping the sheets as you moan at the brutal pace.

“Tell me your mine.” He says again 

You shake your head, 

“No, I’m not your property!” You yell trying to not moan

He pulls out of you again just as you were about to Cum causing you to yell in frustration this went on all day and half way through the night, You were growing frustrated. 

He now has you on your back, with your legs over his shoulders, slamming into you, you wanted to tell him to fuck off but your body wasn’t cooperating with your mouth, suddenly he hit a spot you didn’t think he would find so fast that caused you to let out a loud moan, 

He smirked from above you sweat falling from his face, sweat covering both of your bodies, you could feel the pressure building up again but the way he was hitting your G-Spot he was about to push you over the edge, and you knew he was going to ask again and if he stopped you don’t know what you were going to do, you didn’t want him to stop. 

“Tell me your mine.” He groans as you squeeze him, 

Your head hitting the pillow as you arch your back, 

“God I’m yours, Yes I’m yours.” You pant not being able to be denied this time, 

With your legs still over his shoulders he bends over capturing your lips, Slamming into you harder and harder than before, You feel the pressure break causing you to almost scream when you cum and he doesn’t last much longer when he Cums with a loud growl. you both are a panting mess when he pulls out of you and falling on the mattress next to you pulling you into his chest. 

“Now was that so hard?” He asked 

“Screw you James.” You say 

“We just did.” He chuckles wrapping his arm around you

#bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes fanfiction #bikerbucky barnes #biker #protective bucky barnes #possessive bucky barnes #mcu smut #obsessive bucky barnes #avengers family #avengers fic #abuse #bucky x reader #bucky barnes imagine

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Bucky Barnes’ Fic Rec

 A/N I’m creating this fic rec mostly to be able to find all my favourites without too much trouble, hope you’ll enjoy it as well!

By the way, I didn’t write any of those fics, all the writers are credited and their blog linked to make it easier for y’all to find their work.

New fics will be added here and there from time to time

Chubby!Bucky :

Chubby !bucky masterlist – ofstars and vibranium

Buckycuddlebuddy – chubby !bucky masterlist (chubby!bucky)

Chubby!Bucky x Personal Trainer!Reader - boxofbonesfic

Spoiling Chubby!Bucky - angrythingstarlight

Chef’s Kisses - ofstarsandvibranium (chef!bucky)

Roommate!Bucky :

And they’re roommates – golden-barnes

So, This is love - ofstarsandvibranium

“My turn ons?...”   -  persuasivus

Favorite Mug - ladyvesuvia

Student!Bucky :

Disturbances - toastedkiwi  (college!bucky)

Twelve - toastedkiwi (collge!bucky)

Study skills – jobean12-blog

Roommates - Kaikat (student!bucky) 

Interested -  imaginedocx (college!chubby!bucky) 

No Such Thing - sanguineterrain (college!bucky) 

Her name - barnestruck

Softcore - kaikat

Naive - sebystann

Save Me - espinosaurusrexex

Biker!Bucky :

And he’s feeling good – angrythingstarlight (biker!bucky)

All Bikers are Hell’s Angels -  sweet-barnes (biker!bucky)

The boogeyman and other monstrosities - pellucid-constellations

Biker!Bucky smut - holylulusword 

Fighter!Bucky :

Fight for You - revengingbarnes

Angel - toastedkiwi (ufcfighter!bucky)

Prize – metalbuckaroo (fight club!bucky)

  Artist!Bucky (artist, tattoo artist, musician...) :

Timid Touch - aries-writingblog (artist!bucky)

Petals and Ink - onceuponastory (tattoo artist!bucky)

Lotus Flower Bomb - nexusnyx (musician!bucky)

Groupie Luv -  qyllenhaal  Smut  (rocker!bucky)

Make it count - serpienten

  Coffee!Shop / Bar AU :

Bucky with a smiley face - winterdrag0n

Perfect Blend - moonlightsolo

gin, tonic & a lemon on top - romantic-barnes

Favorite Bar - westviewtroubles

On the job - gentlybarnes

The regular - angie-likes-to-art

How you get the girl – barnesafterglow

Mafia!Bucky :

Barnes Bakery - hallowdeaths  (Mafia!Bucky) series

Mafia Bucky & Tattoos - angrythingstarlight

Kinanabinks’ Mob!Bucky Series

Mafia!bucky / « leaving notes in each other’s lunch box when they know i twill be a steessful day at work »  - lokithealligator

Alpha!Bucky :

Break Lights - boxofbonesfic

Zealous-whispers-of-us-redux  - Masterlist ( alpha!bucky  x vampire!reader )

How they met.. - angrythingstarlight

Medical!Bucky:

Flashing Light - pellucid-constellations

Convalescence - pellucid-constellations

Drunk in love - toastedkiwi

How you get the girl - captainscanadian

Athlete!Bucky :

For the love of the game - pellucid-constellations

Out of bounds - foreverindreamlandd (athlete!bucky) 

Anger issues – hailhydra920

Beefy!Bucky :

Beefy!Florist!Bucky Universe - navybrat817

Beefy Burrito - jobean-12

Soul tie (A hair tie love story) - jobean-12

Soul tie 2 - jobean-12

Soul Tie 3 - jobean-12

Whatta Man (Soul Tie 4) - jobean-12

Alpha!Bucky :

Being alpha!bucky’s soulmate – thefanbasewhore

snuggles - toastedkiwi

Miscellaneous :

Here’s looking at you, kid - boxofbonesfic

Mr Grinch -  alisonsfics (enemy!bucky)

Snowfall, softly - sweetdreamsbuck (lumberjack!bucky)

Neighborly Behavior - angrythingstarlight (neighbour!bucky)

Learn your lesson  - avengersfangirlimagines (avenger!bucky)

“My turn ons?...”   -  persuasivus

Waiting it out - ofstarsandvibranium

Five confessions Bucky makes - capatinrogerss (avenger!bucky)

motioncvpture - “Don’t come in...”

Morning Kisses - Buckybleu  (avenger!bucky)

It’s too early for this shit - persephonesinfernos

Moderator – toastedkiwi (streamer!bucky)

Cowboy !Bucky / I.IG.Y.M.H.W.Y.T.I.A.M.M.T.H.M.I.T.W – mcuimaginesandstuff

Unlovable - thewxntersoldier (Bestfriend!Bucky)

Barrister’s beau – jadedvibes (lawyer!bucky)

Simply delicious – 440mxs-wife (chef!bucky)

Getting scared gone too far – subwaysurf45

Favorite - barnestuff

main thing baby – nexusnyx

your roommate’s boyfriend – schmucksbucks

“what are you going to do, sue the ghost?” – vibraniumcollar (sugar daddy!bucky)

#marvel #marvel imagine #bucky barnes #bucky barnes au #biker!bucky #mafia!bucky #librarian!bucky #alpha!bucky #college!bucky #chubby!bucky

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Miss Americana & The heartbreak Prince.

Bucky Barnes x Reader (AU)

Boxer/Biker! Bucky Barnes x Chef! Reader.

When the toughest and grumpiest of men meets the embodiment of sunshine

ALL ONESHOTS COULD BE READ AS STAND-ALONE

Miss Americana & The heartbreak Prince

In no world were you meant to be together, but in every universe, you were meant for each other

Lost in a film scene

The first date.

We paint the town blue

Your first I love you.

Battered and Bruising.

You received a distressing phone call.

Than I was at 16

You didn't expect how your day would turn out to be

There's nothing like this

Bucky looks at you, and your relationship

Main Masterlist

Written in Third POV. No use of Y/N. However, the reader is referred to as a female. Likes, comments, reblogs are VERY VERY highly appreciated.

So I'm starting this universe, which will also be known as Bucky and his princess.

I will keep adding to it as we go on. There is no specific timeline or storyline that I will be following. Just ideas and concepts.

I will be taking requests for this universe. Anything you want to read for these two, I will be more than happy to try it

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[demonsandmischief]

Cupcake

A Bucky Barnes Imagine

Biker! Bucky x Female Reader

900 Words

-Cupcake-

In which a certain biker wants the attention of a shy baker

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The bell over the door jingled, and you looked up from where you were wiping down the counter. The men that had entered was not what you were expecting in your very floral pink bakery. Their black leather stood out against the soft pastels.

The tall blonde was the one that came to the cash register.

"Can we get three coffees, please?" His politeness surprised you, so did his dimples. You ducked your head to hide the inevitable heat that rushed up your neck.

"Okay," you said softly. "Cream or sugar?"

"Neither." He shook his head. "How about some of those chocolate chip cookies as well?"

"Sure."

You turned away to pour the drinks. Your gaze was drawn to one of the other men who had taken a seat by the door. He had brown hair, and seemed incredibly unamused by whatever the third man was talking so animatedly about. He caught your eye, and you turned away.

You packaged the cookies, and took the blonde's card for payment.

He thanked you, and soon the trio was gone, followed by the gentle rumble of their motorcycles taking off down the street.

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You wished you could say you had forgotten the encounter, but that wasn't true. The surly brown haired man had been locked firmly into your memory, and you didn't have any idea why.

On a particularly slow day, you were alerted to the familiar sound of a bike, and in walked the person who had yet to leave your mind.

"Hi," you greeted. "What can I get started for you?"

"How about the lunch special with a cup of coffee?" he asked.

"Okay." You tried really hard not to mumble under the gaze of his beautiful gray eyes. "What kind of bread did you want for that sandwich?"

"You pick," he responded, offering over his card.

Your fingers brushed against his as you accepted it. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest.

"I'll bring it right out," you whispered.

He thanked you, and you turned away to start on his food.

Your brain was a scrambled mess. Your hands were shaking, and you felt like you could feel his stare, except he was seated away from you near the window.

As the panini toasted, you took him his coffee. He had shed his leather jacket to reveal a tight-fitting long sleeve t-shirt that accentuated his bulky arms and broad chest.

"Here's your coffee..." you trailed off.

"Bucky," he said, his lips quirking up.

"Bucky." You repeated his name gently, locked in his magnetic gaze. You introduced yourself back, and you were frozen for a second until the panini press beeped, reminding you of where you were.

You blushed, moving away from him. Bucky. It was a nice name.

"Do you have a minute?" he asked when you brought over his plate. He gestured to the seat in front of him.

You stumbled over an answer. "I've got - I have cupcakes baking in the back."

He nodded, turning to his food.

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Bucky quickly became a regular, and so did your ability to turn into a blundering mess.

"Which dessert is your favorite?" he asked a few days later.

"Our cinnamon rolls are a big seller-"

"Come on," he teased. "I said your favorite, not everyone else's."

You bit back a bit of a little smile. "Vanilla cupcakes."

He nodded, "I'll take one of those, and a cup of coffee. To-Go, today, please."

You were a bit disappointed that he wasn't sticking around. You considered the possibility that he was tired of you telling him no when he asked you to sit with him because he asked every time, except if you were busy. It's not that you didn't want to, it's just - what would someone like him want with someone like you?

Your train of thoughts turned your mood sour, and the day dragged on. You desperately wanted to go home and feel sorry for yourself and the great thing you probably messed up.

You had just locked the doors for the evening when a familiar bike pulled up.

He waved through the glass and you let him in. He had a bouquet of flowers in his hand, and the same vanilla cupcake he had bought from you earlier.

"These are for you," he said, handing them over. "I was hoping that you would come to dinner with me."

You were relieved to finally have the chance to get to know him.

"I'd love to," you murmured, feeling flushed and giddy. "Just let me finish up here."

It didn't take long, and soon you were locking the doors up behind you, with a certain handsome yet stoic man watching your every move.

He walked to his bike, and you faltered.

"You expect me to get on that thing?"

He smirked a bit, teasing. "Come on, cupcake. I brought you your very own helmet."

The nickname was corny, but it didn't stop the butterflies from fluttering around, wrecking havoc in your stomach.

"I promise to keep you safe." He said the words so sincerely, so honestly, that you couldn't help but give in.

He got on first, offering over the bulky helmet and his leather jacket that you pulled on. He helped you clamber on behind him, pressed intimately against his back. You struggled to breathe at the proximity.

"Hold on tight," he yelled over the engine. You wrapped your arms around his front, and soon you were speeding off down the street.

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[rookthorne]

⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ 𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐫𝐦𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥

Bucky swore — he swore — that no harm would ever befall you, but he couldn’t fight against your own body. It would not stop him from tearing down mountains and breaking every law to keep you alive, though.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ✰ Biker!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

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჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ✰ Hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, sick fic, hospital environment

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 ✰ We're finishing this insane month with a bang, folks.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 ✰ Angel by Sarah McLachlan

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 ✰ Whumptober 2022 —   Masterlist

𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Bucky had kept watch over you for days - several very long fucking days. The illness that had you in its grasp was worsening every hour, but ever so stubbornly, you refused to get help, or let him call Stephen just to check you over. 

Each day that passed brought him closer and closer to a nervous breakdown. 

“It’s just the flu, Buck,” you had mumbled after a violent coughing fit. Bucky just stared, incredulously, into your much too flushed face that was soaked with sweat, and then glanced down your body to see your shivering frame wrapped in a dozen or so blankets. 

If this was just a flu, he would sell every single damn gun and bullet he owned, and turn in his patch. Presidency be damned. 

Bucky had seen what pneumonia could do to a person - when he and Steve were kids, Steve had been struck down more times than Bucky could count on both hands with numerous chest infections, and bouts of pneumonia that almost killed him.

It was a cruel twist of fate that you lay here before him just as sickly, and frail.

You had been so out of it that night that you didn’t even realise Bucky had moved you from his apartment, and onto the games room couch, where he and the others could keep an eye on you. Bucky hadn’t let you rest at home either - he told you it was so he could keep an eye on you himself while he ‘worked’, but the truth he omitted that the clubhouse was, in fact, closer to the hospital, than your home.

They all understood that when his Queen was down and out - whether you were a friend or a foe, you would incur his fury if even a hair on your head was out of place.

Bucky had settled himself next to the couch on the hardwood floor so he could watch your face for any sign of unusual discomfort, and he compulsively stroked your cheek with his thumb - a quiet but soft ritual of reassurance, that you were still here. 

Quiet footsteps approached his side and Bucky glanced from the corner of his eye to see Peter. “Hey, boss,” Peter whispered and Bucky nodded once, too focused on you to think of anything else. “How is she?” Peter asked quietly, peering over Bucky’s shoulder to look at your face that was much too pale. 

“‘M not sure,” Bucky mumbled back. He carefully moved some of your hair from your face when your eyes finally opened. “Hey, sweetheart,” he whispered and he watched you smile weakly.

The dimmed lights of the clubhouse did no favours for your worsening pallor, and Bucky felt helpless. He had fought with you over whether to go to hospital and you had adamantly refused. Even after Steve, Sam, Peter, and Natasha chimed in, you foolishly stood steadfast at the fact you were not stepping foot in a hospital over the ‘flu’.

Bucky knew the real reason, though. Hospitals were hard enough to stomach when he or one of the guys landed there, but for yourself? Hell would freeze over before you’d step foot in there willingly, for your own sake. 

He watched your bleary eyes focus on his face until they fell shut again, the flood of exhaustion too much to fight against. “That’s it, baby, need you to rest up,” he said quietly, resting his palm against your cheek so he could keep the hair from your face. 

“Buck,” Steve spoke up, and Bucky turned his head to look at him. “She’s getting worse by the hour-”

“I am not fuckin’ taking her, Stevie,” Bucky argued, though he was losing this argument and his resolve the longer he sat in front of you and heard your wheezing breaths. “She’ll hate me, I can’t do it.”

Peter’s hand rested on his shoulder and squeezed. “Boss, you might not have a choice,” Bucky looked up at him, only to see him staring at you. “I have a bad feeling, I can’t shake it.”

“No hospital.” 

Bucky’s gaze snapped to your pale face and he stared, shocked that you had woken so soon. Your breathing was laboured, your voice alarmingly weak, and it looked like you were fighting for every second you stayed conscious. 

“Sweets, we have to-” Peter started, crouching down to your level next to Bucky.

“I said no hos-” A violent coughing fit wracked your frame and Bucky launched forward. 

“Easy, easy,” he soothed, manoeuvring your shaking body so you would be sitting up. “Hang on, baby, hang on,” his palm landed hard against your spine between your shoulders, and Peter was ready with a bowl when you coughed up a hawk of phlegm. 

With you sitting up and forward, Bucky slipped in behind you to hold you to his chest. It was killing him, seeing you like this - he could feel every rattle and cough in his own ribs.

Bucky was so preoccupied with soothing you; he missed the shared look of worry between Steve, Sam, and Peter. If Natasha hadn’t gone to bed after spending the whole day with you and missed this violent fit, she would have taken charge and called an ambulance, regardless of Bucky’s protests. 

The coughing fit eased and the rattle of your lungs only instilled a sense of fear in Bucky that finally overrode any need to comfort you. 

You had to go, and you had to go now.

“Sweetheart,” he said softly, mindful to keep up the soft touches on your back and shoulders while you fought for breath. Peter moved the bowl away and walked back to the others, talking quietly amongst themselves. “We have to go, I’ll be there the whole time, I promise. You remember that promise I made you?”

You nodded slowly, and rested your head against his shoulder. “Please, no,” you whispered hoarsely. “If I have another fit, I’ll let you.”

Bucky sighed and looked up at his family, all of whom were watching the two of you like hawks. “Okay, just rest, baby, I’ll take you if you have another fit,” Bucky said, loud enough for the others to hear. They looked uneasy and Sam went to say something, but Bucky silenced him with a sharp glare - you had made a compromise, it was okay. 

You relaxed into Bucky’s chest and he tried his hardest to calm down, desperately ignoring the way your chest stuttered with every breath. 

It was going to be okay. 

Time seemed to drag the longer he sat with you in his lap, your ragged and heavy breaths that hitched with every single inhale and exhale drove him to the brink of nervous collapse. 

Steve, Sam, and Peter were still sitting at the bar playing a game of cards, for which Bucky was immeasurably grateful that they had stayed up with him, even under the illusion of ‘club business’ - he had to pretend everything was normal, that he wasn’t untethered. 

Cards hit the bar with a slap and Bucky heard Steve grumble, annoyed at yet another loss, when it happened. 

Bucky was watching old cartoons on the TV mounted to the wall when he felt you shift slightly, and he looked down to see your one visible hand in the bundle of blankets lying abnormally still. You always had a slight twitch in your sleep, and if you were positioned right while lying next to him when you slept, you would tickle his side or neck and wake him.

“Okay,” Bucky mumbled, “you’re alright.”

A single bead of sweat trailed down the side of your face and down your neck, where your pulse was racing. Bucky frowned and gently grabbed hold of your chin, tilting it backwards so the back of your head rested against the couch. 

You were pliant - a limp weight in Bucky’s arms. 

There was no visible change to your pallor, aside from your lips being abnormally pale compared to what they were before, and there was no change to your breathing. 

Bucky, however, could not help feel ice cold dread burn through his veins - the heavy weight of it settled deep in his stomach like an anvil.

“Can you hear me, doll?” The cards on the bar behind him stopped shuffling, and Bucky heard the bar stools creak and scrape against the floor. “Baby?” He watched your face for any sign of acknowledgement, any sign that you had heard him. 

Nothing.

He could feel the presence of the others standing behind him and he willed his heart to settle. “I think she’s asleep.”

“You feel it, too?” Bucky looked up at Peter and gaped. How the hell?

“Yeah,” Sam cut in. He moved to sit in the recliner next to the couch. “I do.”

Your face twitched, and Bucky stared wide-eyed with fear, searching your expression for something, anything. “I don’t-”

“Boss,” Peter started, and Bucky looked at him quickly. He was shuffling his feet against the floor like he was preparing to run. “Boss, we gotta go-” Peter pointed at your face and Bucky turned to look back at you.

Horror struck, he watched your lips become tinged with blue, and your breaths, once laboured and slow, turn into shallow pants - almost like you were gasping for air that wouldn’t come.

All hell broke loose. 

“Buck-” Steve yelled, but Bucky had already pulled you flush to his chest, and slipped his arm under your knees, and the other behind your shoulders. 

“Fucking MOVE!”

Peter sprinted to the door and ripped your car keys from the wall, his light feet pounded against the cement when he ran to your car to start it. The car revved to life just as Bucky reached the doorway.  

“Go! Go, go!” Sam shouted, grabbing the keys to their bikes. Steve caught his keys when Sam threw them, and Peter ran from your car to his bike.

“Parker! You’re up front!” Bucky heard Steve yell as he ran to your car, ignorant of the break in hierarchy - you were fucking dying, to hell with it. “We’ll be right behind you!” Steve shouted, and his bike roared to life. 

Bucky managed to manoeuvre you into the passenger seat with little fight. You were a deadweight, and that terrified him more than any nightmare he had ever experienced. 

Hell, this was a nightmare come true. 

“Baby, stay with me,” Bucky rushed, his hands eerily steady while he buckled you in. He slammed the door shut and slid into the driver’s seat, forgoing his own belt in favour of peeling out of the lot behind Peter. 

You coughed wetly next to him, and Bucky turned to look at you - his breath hitched as fear twisted his gut into a fisherman’s knot when a rivulet of phlegm dribbled from the corner of your mouth. 

Your lips were too fucking blue. 

“Baby,” he called, his eyes returning to the road as he ran red light after red light. “I’m takin’ you to the hospital, stay with me, c’mon!”

The engine roared as the revs climbed, his foot heavy on the accelerator with unprecedented desperation. Your car needed a set of red and blue lights - an ambulance was much too slow, compared to the speed Bucky maintained. 

Peter was riding ahead, close enough to create a triangle formation with Steve and Sam who were right on Bucky’s tail, their bikes tearing down the road and ready to intercept and prevent anything from getting in the way. 

Another coughing fit wracked your already slumped frame just as Bucky pulled up to the hospital. “Fuck!” He flew out of the driver’s seat, not caring that the car was still running. You fell easily into his embrace when he pulled you from the passenger seat and against his chest once more.

“Steve!” Bucky shouted, gesturing with his head towards the emergency doors of the hospital. “Go!” Steve ran through the double glass doors and Bucky could see a group of nurses run to him while he pointed towards the two of you. 

God, he never wanted to feel your deadweight in his arms ever again, Bucky prayed, adjusting you so your head lolled against his shoulder. 

“I’ve got you, I’ve got you,” Bucky murmured against your temple, jogging towards the doors, where a medical team of doctors and nurses waited. It was a mantra he’d chant on repeat if you would just wake up. “They’ll help, I’ve got you.”

There was a faint hiss by your ear, and the soft feel of cotton against your palms and tips of your fingers when they twitched against the fabric. A steady beep echoed by your head, and the smell of disinfectant burnt at your sinuses, but no matter how hard you struggled, you could not open your eyes. 

Where am I? 

“She’s improving with the course of intravenous antibiotics,” a soft voice, one that was entirely unfamiliar, began. It was coming from your feet and you strained to hear it over the combined noise of instruments cluttered at your head. “However, we will continue to keep her for observation.”

A ruffle of fabric, then paper, and another voice spoke. “Thanks, doc.”

That voice. Bucky. 

There were footsteps and a small sigh, then the sound of someone sitting down in a chair. You could hear the sound of a phone keyboard - clack clack clack.

No matter how hard you tried, your eyes refused to open. Your chest felt like it was in a vice, a band around the entire width of it that constricted when you inhaled. 

The person shifted in their seat, and then a hand - one that you had held so many times before - held your own. Callused, rough, but ever so soft, and gentle. Bucky, he was sitting right next to you, and you needed him; stuck in the darkness because your eyes refused to open, and you were scared.

The monitor by your head beeped at an increased rhythm, and you felt Bucky’s hand grip yours tighter. 

“Doll?” His chair scooted along the floor and you could feel his presence at your side, much closer and within reach - if only your body would let you reach out. “You’re alright, you’re safe.” You heard a quiet plunk when Bucky placed his phone on the surface by your head, and then you felt his now free hand against your jaw. “Can you open your eyes for me, baby girl?”

Bucky’s thumb brushed your cheek when your eyelids fluttered, and they slowly opened. Your vision was blurred, but you could make out the cotton sheets over your legs, and the plain sterile walls that enclosed you on all sides. 

“Hey,” Bucky breathed and your eyes roved lazily to meet his, the soft smile he wore enough to steady your heart rate. “How’re you feelin’?”

You blinked once, your mind still much too foggy to comprehend anything. Bucky seemed to realise this. “You’re in hospital,” he squeezed your hand and leant forward. “You gave us all a hell of a scare last night, doll.”

The flow of oxygen to your nose began to annoy you, and in your groggy state your arm moved to tug it away when Bucky stopped you. “No, no, leave it, you need it.” A quiet whine left your throat in protest and Bucky smiled gently, bringing your hand back down and placing it on your stomach. 

“Wha’ happen?” You slurred, staring at Bucky through half-lidded eyes.

“This ain’t no flu, sweetheart,” Bucky sighed, staring back into your face. You suddenly noticed that his eyes were puffy. “You basically stopped breathing on me last night. I broke a dozen laws trying to get you here,” he chuckled. “You’ve got pneumonia, and a chest infection.”

Your eyes widened slightly at the news and Bucky leaned back in his seat, rubbing his face with one hand, while the other still held yours. 

The door to your room opened and Bucky looked over, while you continued to stare at him. Pneumonia? 

“Hey, Steve,” Bucky said quietly as Steve came into your field of very limited vision.

Steve squeezed Bucky’s shoulder, offering him a cup of something, and then Steve looked at you, a soft smile on his face. He looked relieved. “Hey, Sweets,” he said quietly. “Gave us all a damned heart attack last night.”

Guilt churned in your stomach and you frowned, looking between the two of them. “‘M sorry.”

Bucky sighed, and Steve shook his head. “No apologisin’,” Steve started, walking back towards the door. “Though it would be good if you weren’t so damn stubborn.” The door clicked shut behind him and Bucky chuckled, shifting in his seat again. He looked so uncomfortable.

“Wan’ you,” you murmured, squeezing his hand slightly. 

Bucky raised his brows around the cup he was sipping from, and he looked at the bed. It was true, he pulled money from the club’s stash to make sure you got a room on your own - by some miracle it was enough, but the bed was still fucking small.

“I don’t think I’d fit, baby,” he whispered, placing the cup by your head and leaning forward again. 

“Don’ care,” you insisted, using what little strength you had to lift his hand and tug on it. 

“Alright, alright,” Bucky stood, letting go of your hand so he could take his boots off. “Those drugs they have you on made you needy, huh?” You nodded slowly and Bucky smirked. “No funny business, missy, doctor's orders.” 

A huffed laugh escaped before you could stop it and you coughed harshly. Bucky only winced in sympathy. 

“No funny-” You tried when it passed but Bucky shushed you. 

His hands snaked their way underneath your shoulders and hips, lifting you up with a playful grunt of exertion, and moved you to the side of the bed. “Don’ be an asshole, Barnes,” you murmured, rolling your eyes. 

Bucky grinned cheekily and moved your legs over so he could sit on the edge of the bed. “Never, baby,” he breathed and you smirked. Asshole, you thought sluggishly. 

“I’ll get you back,” you threatened. Bucky rolled his eyes while he adjusted some of the wires to loop up and over your head. 

Finally, Bucky shifted up the bed and laid back, lifting his legs with a loud and dramatic groan. You had to resist the urge to laugh at his antics, so you settled on poking him in the side while he tried to get comfortable. “Hey!” 

The monitor by Bucky’s head picked up in rhythm when the change of position made you feel woozy, and Bucky frowned. “C’mere,” he moved his arm to rest under your shoulder and pulled you close. You cuddled up to his side and rested your cannulated hand on his middle. “That’s it, need you to take it easy for me, sweetheart,” Bucky murmured against your forehead. 

Slowly you adjusted to the new position, and took as deep a breath as you could. 

“This is a hell of a lot more comfortable than those damn chairs,” Bucky murmured into the crown of your head. “How you feelin’?”

“Sore,” you whispered back sleepily. Every inhale was an effort against the elephant on your chest, but with Bucky holding you, you could forget about it, if only for a moment. 

Bucky’s hand rubbed your shoulders and back for a while, and you were almost lulled into a comfortable sleep when he spoke again. 

“I almost lost you.” 

His voice, always so strong and full of authority, wavered with unbearable fear.

With every last ounce of strength you had left, you moved your arm so you could rest your hand over his heart, the beat steady and true. 

“Love you,” you slurred, the current of sleep doing its damndest to pull you under. 

Bucky’s free arm moved so he could gently grab hold of your cannulated hand, and with practised ease, he intertwined your fingers as your eyes drooped shut - unable to fight against the current any longer.

“I love you more, sweetheart.”

This ‘experience’ with pneumonia is almost identical to the one I had as a teenager with my mother. That shit is scary!

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐚𝐨𝟑  ⠄⠂⠁

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[metalbuckaroo]

KINKTOBER DAY 8: Orgasm Denial

Summary// A mix up of dancing with someone else doesn’t settle well with Bucky

Warnings// jealous Bucky, smut, unprotected sex, orgasm denial, short asf

AU// Biker!Bucky x F!Reader

Note// sorry, this one is also pretty short, hoping to make up for it with the next few

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

18+ ONLY MINORS DNI

It was one slip up.

One time of thinking the warm body behind you was Bucky as you enjoyed your time dancing at a local bar.

But, Bucky couldn’t help the jealous twist in his stomach in the thirty seconds the man had his hands on you. His only reaction being to corner you in the bars bathroom and lock the door as you washed your hands. Pressing in close and leaning to talk in your ear.

“Have a fun dance?” He said dangerously low, hands already working at his belt and button of his jeans as you watched him through the reflection in the mirror. The skirt of your dress being flipped up and underwear pushed to the side before you felt the thick head of his cock against your slit.

Your breathing caught in your throat and eyes fluttered shut as he pressed in. Starting out gently as his fingers curled into the back of your hair, carefully tugging as a long moan spilled from your lips.

“Think he’d have your knees weak before he can even fuck you? Think he could even fuck you the right way?” You whined at his words, rocking your hips back in attempt to get him to move before he was pulling almost completely out and slamming back in. Setting a furious pace as your fingers curled against the sink.

You bit back any sounds, which only seemed to set him off even more as he slipped a hand between your thighs, pressing deliberate circles to your clit. The action sending shocks down your legs and eliciting a whiny moan.

“You’re a needy girl, sweets. He couldn’t handle you like I can.”

Which, was true.

Bucky knew every sweet spot and pace you needed, and when. He knew when he needed to be soft and caring, and when to fuck you against the nearest surface like it was the last time he’d ever do it.

And, with his thick cock splitting you open, fucking into the deepest sweet spot as you mewled and keened, thinking in general was difficult. A fog settling over your mind as your legs trembled under you, threatening to give out as your fingers curled around his warm wrist. The scratch of his beard against your shoulder as he trailed kisses along your neck, feeling your cunt clamped around him with your impending orgasm before he suddenly stopped.

Cock twitching deep inside of you as you looked at him in the mirror, a cocky smirk spreading across his features as you whined and squirmed against him. “I swear to god, J.B. Don’t start with this.” You huffed, trying to rock back against him.

Bucky couldn’t deny, he wanted to finish what he’d started just as bad, but- that jealous feeling was still settled in his gut as he pulled out. A quick slap to the ass making you yelp before the skirt of your dress was put back in place and he stepped away.

“Behave yourself, and you might come tonight.”

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