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urvenicebtch · 2 years

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Brooklyn Revengers [2]

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-----pairing: dark!biker!gang!Bucky x dark!gang!reader

Chapter Summary: Coming to a compromise, you and the Revengers go to the site of Bucky's alleged captivity to 'reason' with the Flag Smashers

Chapter Warnings: domestic abuse, domestic violence, oral (m!recieving), manipulation, murder, use of firearms (guns), death, marking (bruising)

A/N: As I said before, the first chapter sucked and that's because I'm really bad at inciting incidents and such but now I'm starting to get onto a track(:

Friday, July 20th, 2024, 10:00

"I should go to them," you state for what feels like the hundredth time. Bucky looks at you, dumbfounded, leaning on the bar with a beer in one hand and a cigarette in the other.

"No, you’re not, no way," he says lowly, readjusting his stance and looking behind your shoulder at the men dispersed around the clubhouse. His jaw clenches in thought and a moment of silence passes between you two, layered among the unruly atmosphere throughout the single-floored building.

"Bucky, I can take care of myself-" you debate before being grabbed by the face.

"I know that," he states through his teeth, squishing your cheeks in his cold metal grab. "But there are people in this room that haven't gotten a chance to learn, yet. I'm only playing fair, Princess," he mutters condescendingly. You grab his metal wrist and throw it away from your face, letting the metal scrape your teeth through your bottom lip as you do so. He grips your wrist with an almost painful pressure and bores into your eyes sternly for a moment. A few people turn their heads to the commotion between you— nothing new— before he gives up and lets go.

The messages had been few and far in between, but still convincing nonetheless. According to the texts, Bucky had been captured by another rival gang and traded over to the Flag Smashers, with whom he was currently being held in a forest... with cell service, apparently. You had bickered with him for just short of 20 minutes over the pros and cons of running to his 'aid' with still no compromise. Your idea was that however many Flag Smashers were there could be picked off, leaving less work for you later on. It was a good plan-- had been done before.

Bucky turns, about to stomp off to wherever the hell it is he disappears to before you grab his side. Your maroon nails dig into his waist as you stare into his eyes with a death-stare, clawing him back to you. He turns his nose up and stares down at you, guessing what's going on in your head. He glances over at the men huddled around the pool table and the only working television before smirking and grabbing you by the scruff of the neck, dragging you down the hallway. Your feet struggle to keep up with his large strides as he slams the dorm door open and tosses you inside, kicking the door back shut behind him.

Honestly, you have no fucking idea how that door is still on its hinges.

Stumbling into the corner of the bed, you catch yourself on the dark wooden bed frame before heavy footsteps vibrate the floor currently digging into your knees, moving toward you. He grabs you by the hair and straightens your posture as he sits down onto the bed beside you, maneuvering you to be between his thighs.

He unbuttons his jeans— the same pair worn at least 4 days in a row— and unzips his fly, providing his fraction of a hard-on some relief before pulling his boxers down with his jeans just enough to provide you access to all you need. His part done, he sits back, resting on his elbows and watching you intently as you begin to stroke him. You swipe your thumb over his reddening tip as his cock hardens in your grasp, making him shudder. Content with his condition, you lean forward and strain to reach his dick with your mouth, just barely breathing on it. He chuckles and grabs you by the hair again, moving you out of the way as he shuffles forward a bit to be within reach of your mouth.

As soon as he releases your hair, you kiss your way up his thighs then up his shaft, leaving one soft kiss on his tip before taking him in your mouth. You close your lips around his tip and roll the bottom of your tongue along it before bobbing your head on him, taking more with each dive. You repeatedly drag your head up and down his now solid cock, tears sitting on your black-lined waterline waiting for an opportunity to drop. You gag and sputter on him as he pierces your throat with his tip, making the tears drop and leave streaks down your face. He groans deeply as you pick up the pace, bringing a hand up to the base of his shaft to help yourself out.

“Look at that pretty little face taking my cock,” he irks. Grabbing a fistful of your hair, he guides you up and down his cock, growing close.

“Shit, baby,” he whispers before squeezing his eyes shut and relaxing back down onto his elbow, keeping his grip in your hair. You ease his cock out of your mouth and start to swirl your tongue around his tip faster, stroking his shaft a few times before taking him back down your throat. You swallow him eagerly as he ruts his hips up into your jaw, making you gag. Inky tears line the creases of your face as he holds your head still, fucking down your throat. You groan onto him as he stills and spills, blocking your airway. Once he’s done, he eases himself out of your face, leaving you a coughing and groaning mess.

“Fine,” he grants, wiping the tears of eyeliner off of your face with calloused fingers before standing, pulling up his pants, and leaving the room. You knew he’d say yes, blowjob or not, but insurance is a must-have. You watch him saunter out on the floor before climbing onto the bed and beginning to recollect yourself.

Friday, July 20th, 2024, 18:40

The black nail polish on your fingers is uneven— scratched away by the fingernails of your opposite hand as you ride impatiently in the van. Your torn jeans are littered with chips of the polish, likely to stick to them in the wash. Bucky watches your hands intently from beside you, pushing them down into your lap for the 2nd time in attempts to stop you from picking the manicure.

“Stop that.” he demands.

“Oh, fuck off,” you mutter, almost subconsciously as your mind is preoccupied with how to handle the situation waiting for you just up the road. You’re not in your subconscious for much longer afterwards— a stinging red mark developing on the side of your face.

“You don’t fucking talk to me like that.” Bucky spits. You hold the side of your face to soothe the point of the slap as you tuck your other hand between your thighs, hanging your head. He fixes a stray piece of hair on the side of your face, moved by the hit, before straightening his posture and leaning his head against the back of the van, closing his eyes.

“Seriously, Buck?” Birdie asks from across the van, his hands raised in expression. Bucky shifts his position a bit before responding with his eyes still closed.

“Mind your business, Samuel,” he says, irritation and his last nerve evident in his voice. Birdie looks to you with sincere eyes and you nod once, to tell him you’re fine. He looks uncomfortable as he fixes his vest, pulling the leather tighter around himself like a mother with her shawl drinking coffee on a balcony— likely named ‘Deborah’ or ‘Ashley’.

Thankfully the ride only lasts another 10 minutes as Cap’s Marvin Gaye CD finishes its third loop. You can’t see where the van parks but it’s clear upon exit that you’re in the forest clearing the texts specified. You all part ways, going to your planned positions before the arrival of the Flag Smashers. You’d agreed to meet for 7pm sharp, but the early bird gets the worm, right?

From where you’re standing in the center of the clearing, you can’t see a single one of your members, proving that they’ve been hidden well. Luckily, the Flag Smashers had the same idea, saving you the wait. A small red Sedan pulls up into the clearing first, followed by a white van that parks behind it, from which a combined 15 or so people exit and walk toward you.

“Evening,” you greet with a small smile. Karli doesn’t return the favour, instead sharing glances to her people. The vastly diverse group of people disperses around you, circling you entirely. Your heart rate remains steady throughout and you plan to play naive for as long as possible.

“Listen, I’m just here to get Bucky, guys,” you say— your voice shaking and eyes flickering. You waver in slow circles, eyeing out the number of people surrounding you. 17 total, including Karli. You have 7 men plus yourself, so could easily take them all out at once given the contrast in experience.

“Y’know, I really didn’t take you to be this dumb,” Karli starts. Every hero needs a monologue. “We don’t have your boy-toy, Princess, but we do have a shit ton of led just for you. Isn’t that so kind? To waste all these bullets on something like you?” she drags.

You stand completely still, watching as they all grab their weapons. The second their arms extend toward you, silenced bullets hit them dead-on and, not moments later, the rest of your crew jump from their positions and rush the rest. Voices shouting “on the ground!” and “get on your knees” merge together as magazines are removed from the Smashers’ weapons and hit the rubble of the ground. Every person opposing you is either tits-up in the dirt, or held at gunpoint with their hands up on their knees.

Every person but Karli, that is. The same Karli that's currently holding her gun out at you not even 10 feet away.

“Drop it, Karli,” you demand, pointing your gun at her— barrel trained on her forehead.

“You first,” she retorts, making you sigh. “We did nothing to you! You put a microphone in our bar, what else was I supposed to do?” her voice wavers as her grip grows shaky. You step closer to her and she cocks her gun in response. She seems so fragile like this, innocent, almost. But you knew otherwise.

“God, I’m really not in the mood for this,” you complain before lowering your gun to your side.

About to hash it out with her, an outlying gunshot rings through the trees, drawing everyone’s attention. You turn back to see a Flag Smasher standing behind the van, holding a gun pointed at a now collapsing Harley. You resurface your gun and shoot blindly at the assailant, landing the shot even in your distress. He drops to the ground limp as a noodle and you turn back to Karli.

Before you get the chance, Bucky swiftly maneuvers his weapon and shoots once at Karli’s leg. The shot goes directly through the flesh of her thigh, making her drop to the gravel with a scream. Once she’s on the ground, you crouch beside her and toss her gun aside.

“You stole from us first, hon,” you spit at her before looking at her leg where she’s pressing on the bleeding muscle. “It’s a flesh wound, you’ll be fine,” you say before standing back up and stepping on her thigh. She cries out a blood-curdling scream that pangs through your ears as you begin pacing toward Harley’s bleeding body.

With one glance at the hole that goes through his chest, you know he’s done. Taking a deep breath, you rise back to your feet calmly before pointing your gun and executing every person on their knees besides Karli— her, you need alive. Satisfied, you crouch back down with a huff and lean over the young man as he coughs and sputters blood. Fixing his hair, you tuck a piece of the fluffy locks behind his ear before giving him a small smile and walking back to the van.

“Get it organized. Make it look like a foreign hit.” you order, waving your hand behind your head before climbing into the van, sitting on the edge and swinging your feet outside the door as you watch your men begin to round up the bodies and organize them in the middle of the clearing. Boot-clad feet make their way to you across the gravel in wide strides, Bucky. He stops in front of you, hovering over your seated frame as he stares down at you. You ignore him, trying your best to concentrate on the men piling bodies as he pulls your chin upward and analyzes the mark across your face. You'd noticed a couple sideways stares from the others, you always notice them. You walk out of a room or, in this case, a van, with a fresh mark across your face, a bruise forming around your wrists, or maybe both, depending on the kind of day Bucky's having, and everyone stares at you observantly before Bucky walks out and practically beats his chest like a gorilla, spooking them all away.

He pulls your chin further, making you look up at him. When your eyes meet his, you see nothing but pride beginning to swell in his chest, evident in his subtle expression. You feel vulnerable beneath him and try your best to look menacing, like you're not crumbling to pieces beneath him, but he can see through it. He always sees through it. The crease between his eyebrows deepens as his signature smirk takes over his lips, shadowed eyes beaming through yours straight into to your mind.

"What?" he taunts condescendingly, faking a pout. "All you had to do was listen, doll.". Your eyes leave his and he sighs before taking a seat next to you on the edge. You sit in silence next to him, watching the men but not focusing on them. His gaze burns into the side of your face, a stone-cold expression sealing his features as he waits for you to slip up. And, to your dismay, you do. In a matter of minutes you peek from the corner of your eye in his direction, only to get your eyes ensnared in his vision. You can't look away, watching an expression of sorrow glaze over his features as he rests his head on his hand.

"Do you love me, doll?" he asks. You do love him; no matter what he does, you'll always be right next to him, bruised or not.

"Yes." you whisper, contemplating shuffling toward him. You love him, so why wouldn't you? Hesitantly, you scoot over into his side, burying the side of your face in his baggy grey t-shirt. The smell of his cold cologne mixed with smoke, oil, and liquor soothes your nerves as your distaste dissolves into his aura. The men organize the bodies into a shape, you observe.

A crown, one fit for a princess.

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myfanficlibraries · 1 year

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Bucky Barnes

Alpha!Bucky

1) Alpha!Bucky Drabble by @vanillanaps

2) Heart and Soul by @all1e23 Complete Series

3) Little Red Riding Hood by @holylulusworld Dark

4) Need You Now by @angrythingstarlight Smut

5) The Start of Something New by @navybrat817 Featuring: Hal Carter Omega!Reader Ongoing Smut in later parts

Angst

1) Question by @bluehourbucky Cheating

2) Stuff of Fairy Tales by @hannibals-favourite-meal Complete Series Plus Size Reader Pregnancy Sex Pollen

3) The Ultimatum by @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky Ex-Boyfriend Angst

4) Waiting on the Corner by @holylulusworld College AU

Biker!Bucky

1) Kiss Me Like You Mean It by @angrythingstarlight Fluff Implied Smut

2) Roar & Giggle by @holylulusworld Ongoing Series

Boyfriend!Bucky

1) Can You Not by @buckyalpine Exhibitionism (later parts) Reader’s Ex

2) Measurements by @invisibleanonymousmonsters Fluff Tall Reader

3) So Perfect by @bloodredwolfsbane Fluff

4) Something New by @beanthesprout Smut

5) Take the Trash Out by @splendidreads Angst Reader’s Ex

Dark

1) Make You Feel My Love by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor

2) Wrong Number by @targaryenvampireslayer

Drunk!Bucky

1) Clingy by @sleepypanda27

2) Drunk Baker!Bucky by @angrythingstarlight Dirty Jokes Implied Smut

3) Drunk Bucky Drabble by @pellucid-constellations

4) Drunk Words Are Sober Truths by @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

5) Guess What’s On Your Mind by @tellmealovestory Angst Insecure Reader

6) Guys Night by @teamcap4bucky Featuring: Avengers Injuries Mentions of vomit

7) I Think I Wanna Marry You by @likeahorribledream

8) Maybe Later by @lovelybarnes

9) Sober Thoughts by tropicalcap (Deactivated account)

10) You Know What Rhymes With Drunk? Sex by @seventven Implied Smut

Fairy Tale AU

1) The Unseen One by @extremelyblackandwhite Complete Series Hades!Bucky

Fluff

1) Anything to Make You Smile by @takenbypeter

2) Best Boyfriend You Never Had by @language-rxgers Fake Boyfriend Complete Series

3) Big Fan by @bubblessunshinehoney Ongoing Series

4) Happy Little Accidents by @espinosaurusrexex Veteran!Bucky

5) The Life by @hesthermay

6) Little Black Dress by @thefallenbibliophilequote Insecure Reader Plus Size Reader

7) Tall Drink of Water by @invisibleanonymousmonsters Tall Reader

8) You Are Beautiful by @holylulusworld Ongoing Series Plus Size Reader

Fuckboy!Bucky

1) Send Nudes by @bucky-barnes-diaries Implied Smut Nudity

Librarian!Bucky

1) Face Sitting by @bucky-barnes-diaries Smut

2) Once Upon a Time by @navybrat817

Mafia AU

1) A deal with Bee by @angrythingstarlight Fluff

2) Blow Sweet and Thick by @angrythingstarlight Smut

3) Owned by @jobean12-blog Smut

4) Passionate Negotiations by @targaryenvampireslayer Smut

5) Plot Twist by @winterarmyy Arranged Marriage Mini-Series Smut in later parts

6) Power Play by @late-to-the-party-81 Ongoing Series Smut Soft!Dark

7) Promise by @straywords Smut

8) Trespassing by @sebstan2020 Dark Fic

9) Your Hands On Me by @slyyywriting

10) Your Love Gets Sweeter Every Day by @povlvr Series

Omega!Bucky

1) A Touch Too Far by @angrythingstarlight

2) I Am Sorry Alpha by @bucky-boo-bear

3) Where the Shivers Won’t Find You by @heli0s-writes Alpha!Reader Smut

Series

1) Baker!Bucky by @angrythingstarlight Fluff Ongoing Series Smut

2) Keeping Me Up by @writing-for-marvel Complete Series

3) You Will be the Death of Me by @fluffysucker Angst Completed Series Ex-husband!Bucky Fluff Some Smut

Smut

1) Beard Burn by @biteofcherry Featuring: Ari Levinson

2) Fitness Pack - Bucky by @holylulusworld Personal Trainer!Bucky Plus Size Reader Smut in Part 2

3) Lumberjack!Bucky Drabble by @angrythingstarlight

4) Midsummer Night’s Dream by @jamesbuckybarnes1917

5) Overtime by @navybrat817 Featuring Jake Jensen

6) Petals by @biteofcherry Sex Pollen

7) Pluvious by @buckymorelikefuckme

8) Sleepless Nights by @kikixreverie

Soft Dark/Stalker!Bucky

1) Follow You Home by @navybrat817

2) Permission by @silver-pieces

3) Sleeping With a Friend by @rubynationwins Plus Size Reader Somnophilia

Soulmate AU

1) Heartbeat for a Biker by @definitely-a-nerd

Winter Soldier

1) Kidnapped by @buckgasms Dark Smut

2) Sleepwalking by @lanadelreyscokewhor3 Smut Soft Dark

3) Welcome Home...Soldat? by @winterarmyy Light smut

4) Winter Soldier is a Match Maker by @universitypenguin Dark/Soft Dark? Smut

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darkuselesssomebody · 7 months

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dark bucky barnes masterlist

** y'all are gonna understand how much of a whore i am for this man - i have so much i’m gonna write for him

** all works are x reader (written as x fem!reader)

my full masterlist

everything for all fandoms in one place

my non-dark bucky barnes masterlist

K E Y

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♜ - angst ♞ - fluff ♝ - smut ♛ - personal favorite ♚ - most popular (currently over 100 notes)

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⌲ - oneshot ↳ - mini - series ✞ - series │ - drabbles

✞ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 (dark reader)

series summary: in which the reader has been cursed with an eternity of solitude, until she found someone that would bring that eternity to an end. she would make sure of it (lighthouse keeper!bucky x siren reader).

coming soon!

#bucky barnes #mcu imagine #marvel #mcu series #bucky barnes oneshot #bucky barnes imagine #james bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #bucky barnes x reader #dark bucky barnes #the winter soldier #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes series #sebastian stan #bucky barnes masterlist #dark bucky barnes masterlist #winter soldier x reader #biker bucky #biker bucky x reader

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valleyfae · 2 years

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Oh.

#dark.fran #my drafts are wild the fuck 😭😭#dark biker bucky manhandle me into a sketchy ally at 2am 🥰🥰🥰#i wanna write a ghost face fic but idk with who

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veltana · 5 months

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Riding into the night - Biker!Bucky/Reader

✦ Pairing: Biker!Bucky Barnes/Fem!Reader ✦ Word count: ~7,8k ✦ Rating: Explicit ✦ Warnings/tags: AU, kind of soft!dark!Bucky, smut, fluff, past asshole partners mentioned, squirting, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, spanking, spitting, edging, dirty talk, praise, degradation if you squint, breeding kink if you squint, manhandling, vaginal sex, condom, cum shot, pet names (Fairy). ✦ Summary: One of the bikers caught your attention as they tumbled inside. Tall, broad, covered in tattoos, and wearing a leather vest. Essentially no different from the rest of the gang. But those blue eyes met yours and for a second the world stood still. It was only you and him. ✦ Note: I don't know how to play pool, just go with it! 😂 This is also posted on my AO3

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It was Yelena's bachelorette party and after dinner and clubbing, she insisted you find a less respectable place to round out the night.

That’s how you end up in the sleazy bar at the edge of town that smells of sweat, stale beer, and badly fried food. The drinks are watered down but it doesn't tamper the mood of the party, because they have a few pool tables strewn about, and you never miss an opportunity to crush your friends with a few good games. The only problem is the group of bikers that rolled in fifteen minutes ago, filling up the rather empty bar with their loud voices.

As you're bending over the table to aim you can't shake the feeling of being watched. It throws off your concentration and you don’t hit the ball where you want, making you fail the shot. Righting yourself you sigh with irritation.

"That's not like you," Natasha points out as she gets ready for her turn. With a shrug you say, "Maybe I'd just had too much to drink." Yelena snorts, "I've seen you drunk enough to barely stand and still beat everyone." She waggles her eyebrows, "I think it's a pair of blue eyes that's distracting you."

You give her the finger, but you know exactly what she's talking about. One of the bikers caught your attention as they tumbled inside. Tall, broad, covered in tattoos, and wearing a leather vest. Essentially no different from the rest of the gang. But those blue eyes met yours and for a second the world stood still. It was only you and him. It felt as if diving into a clear blue lake on a hot summer day with not a problem in the world for you to care about. Then you realized you were staring and quickly looked away, breaking the small hypnosis.

Despite having had the most to drink all night, Yelena's observation skills never evade her. She saw what happened and she'd be damned if she let an opportunity to taunt you go to waste.

Quickly shooting a glance at the table, you find the man with the blue eyes. Unabashedly he's staring at you from where he sits. The others around him are talking, laughing, being rowdy, but not him. He takes a drink from his beer in silence, tattooed fingers holding the bottle, and never once does his gaze waver from you. His dark hair is in a ponytail but small strands have broken free to be tucked behind his ears.

You wouldn't say you have a type, but if you did, it wouldn't be him. You like nice guys. So far not anyone you've dated has had a single tattoo. On the other hand, you don't have to date him to fuck him. And that is something you're in desperate need of.

"And now she doesn't even realize it's her turn!" Carol breaks you from your musings and you look at the pool table. Shaking out your shoulders you try to dispel the feeling of eyes boring into your neck. Surveying what you have in front of you, a plan forms in your mind.

"Oh, I know that look!" Natasha shouts unnecessarily loud. She’s had the second most to drink through the night. You and Carol on the other hand are as close to sober as it gets.

Taking a breath, you get into position. In quick succession, you hit three shots dead on and they go right where they should, but when you move to the fourth, Carol is leaning against the edge. "You're in the way," you tell her. "I know!" she smiles. "Can you move?" "No, unfortunately not."

You try to push her off but she's solid muscles. Natasha and Yelena laugh at your failed attempts. "You know I'm going to win this anyway, right?" "I don't have to make it easy for you," she points out.

There is only one other option if you want to make the shot. So you climb up, sitting down on the edge to lean awkwardly past Carol. Just as you move the cue, she taps the edge, causing it to graze the top of the ball and then slide off. "Hey!" Hopping down, you poke her with the stick. "That's cheating!" "It's not like you to miss, are you feeling okay?" she grins. "You're such a sore loser, you know that?" "I have no idea what you're talking about." "My turn!" Natasha yells and shoves you to the side.

You take a few steps back and walk into something solid. Craning your neck to look up over your shoulder you freeze. It's him. The heat from his chest warms you and you're enveloped in his smell of fuel, beer, and cologne that is in no way unpleasant. "How about I buy you a drink as compensation for losing?” his smooth voice asks. That should make you mad because technically you didn't lose, Carol sabotaged you, but it's hard to conjure those feelings when your insides feel as if they’re liquefying. Instead, you nod dumbly before turning to your friends.

"Hey, is it okay-," you start but Yelena won't let you finish. She just waves her hand in a shooing motion and the others don't acknowledge your supposed question. "I'm just going to put this back," you gesture with your cue, but another, equally tall biker comes up beside the man with the blue eyes.

His hair is shorter and blond, cute, but not as drop-dead gorgeous as the other. "I'll take it, play your last rounds," he smiles and grabs the stick, before making his way to your friends.

With a grin, the man with the blue eyes nods his head towards the bar and you follow the short distance. When both of you have taken your places on the high chairs he asks, "What do you want?" "Just a beer's fine," you shrug. He orders from the bartender and then turns to you. "I'm Bucky," he says. After introducing yourself you ask, "Is that your real name or is it your ‘biker-name’?". He chuckles and puts a strand of long hair behind his ear. "It's actually a nickname I've had since I was a kid. And Steve," he gestures to the big guy who took your pool cue earlier, "Has always called me that. My legal name is James."

"But you prefer Bucky?" He shrugs, "I don't think anyone has called me James in a long time." "It's a pretty name, but Bucky sounds cooler. Way more biker!” you smile. That makes him laugh and you find yourself beaming. There is just something about him. He looks tough on the outside but you have a feeling he's a big teddy bear on the inside, and hearing him laugh makes you giddy.

The beer gets lower in your glass as you talk. He buys you another one but is still sipping on his first. "Not a fan of beer?" you ask. "I want to be able to get home in one piece later, and getting drunk is a recipe for crashing." "Have you ever crashed?" "Multiple times, but never anything severe." "What kind of bike do you have?" "I can show you." There is a glint in his eyes that makes your gut clench most pleasantly. "I would love to!"

When you hop off the stool, you lose your balance for a second. Yelena insisted that you all wear heels but you're not used to it in any way. Luckily, Bucky is quick with his arm, putting it around your waist and pulling you into his side to steady you. "Woah there, lightweight. I didn’t know anyone could get drunk off that beer." "I'm not drunk, it's these damn shoes! lost my balance!" "I better keep my arm around you, just to be safe." His smile is warm and playful and it’s as if his touch is burning your skin through your clothes. Your heart speeds up, fingertips tingle. "Yeah, just to be safe," you answer in a low voice.

His eyelids lower, blue eyes turning stormy. Electricity crackles between you and you wonder what he tastes like. But making out in the middle of a bar feels weird so instead you say, "About the bike?" "Yeah, the bike,” he murmurs and it takes a second or two for him to start moving again.

Before you leave, you stop by the pool table where the majority of the bikers have joined the small party. Someone has taken the tiara Yelena previously wore and put it on Steve's head. Another guy is wearing her sash. She's telling them about her wife-to-be, showing them all the cute pictures she's taken of Kate. As you pass Natasha you tell her, "We're just going to look at his bike." She eyes you up and down. "If that is some biker-slang for sex, just say that instead."

Bucky howls with laughter as you punch her in the arm, telling her to fuck off. She brushes her skin. "I think there are mosquitoes in here."

Before you can give her a piece of your mind Bucky drags you outside. It’s a warm evening and you’re glad because you only have a thin blouse on. "You're not a mosquito,” he comforts. “You’re too pretty for that, more like a fairy covered in all that glitter.” Your tummy loops when he calls you pretty and you look down at yourself. At some point, Carol had produced a can of glitter spray to drench all of you in. "I think there is a joke in there about sucking, but I can't find it right now,” you tell him instead, which makes him chuckle before stopping in front of a huge black bike. It's one of those chopper-esc things, not the sporty kind, and in the light from the streets, it looks menacing. "That's a monster," you point out. "It's not that bad." "It's standing still and I'm scared of it."

Bucky moves you from his side to the front of him, making you take a few steps closer. Then he grabs your wrist and puts your hand on the handlebar. "See, it's not so scary," his voice is low, right by your ear, making you shiver. "Yeah, it is," you mumble. "Promise I won't let anything happen to you if you hop on." You look up at him over your shoulder. "You underestimate how clumsy I am. What if it tips over?" "It won't," "Just, don't kill me when it happens, okay?"

What he says next is so faint you almost don't catch it. "There are other punishments I would rather use." Somehow your brain filters that into the purely sexual category and another shiver runs through you. Yeah, Bucky seems like the person who would administer sexual punishments. That is something you've never explored before but it still sends a tingle of excitement down your stomach.

Ignoring it for the moment you swing your leg over the saddle and settle on the seat. The tank in front of you has a huge red star on it and you trace it with your fingertips. "How does that feel?" he smiles down at you. The shadows make him look as menacing as his bike but he feels a lot less scary.

"Okay, I guess," you shrug and try to reach the handlebars but your arms are too short to properly grip them. "How do you even…?" "Scoot over and I'll show you." He gestures and you slide backward before he gets on like he's never done anything else in his life, gripping the handles without a problem.

"Should I start it up?" he asks over his shoulder. You shake your head vigorously, "Absolutely not!" He gets off the bike, just to straddle it the opposite way so he's turned towards you. First, he grabs your legs and puts them over his thighs, then pulls you closer with his hands on your waist. Your breathing gets shallow being so close to him. "Then how am I supposed to take you home, Fairy?" You grab a hold of his vest to steady yourself. "You wanna take me home?" "It's all I've been thinking about since I walked through the door tonight," he confesses.

"Oh," you just answer. His hands are warm through your blouse, the blue eyes piercing despite the low light. There is no denying you want him, you do, but going off with a stranger makes you weary. "Come on Fairy, tell me you don't feel the same?" "Yeah I do, it's just that I don't know you." You brush your hands inside his vest, letting them travel over the broad expanse of his chest, feeling him through his t-shirt.

For a moment you sit quietly and touch each other. Your brain is going a million miles per hour, weighing pros and cons. Bucky doesn’t seem like a psychopath who will rape and murder you. But on the other hand, he might as well be. "Then how about this," he suggests. "I go back in there and let your friends take a pic of me, leave my address and if you don't check in by midnight they can call the police." Your mouth hangs open. "You want to fuck me that bad?"

"I don't think you understand," he seems a little frustrated and his hands harden at your waist even though his voice stays soft. Leaning down, brushing his nose against yours, he explains, "Not only are you the sexiest thing I've seen in a long while. You're gorgeous. On top of that, I've learned in the last hour, that you’re funny and sweet too. So indulge me, let me take you home and show you just how good I can make you feel."

Your mouth is dry as a desert. No one has ever spoken to you like that before. No one has in such a short time made you feel so desired. Finally, you decide to go with your gut, hoping it’s not going to turn out to be a terrible mistake. "Okay, Bucky," you nod.

With a wicked smile, he gets off the bike and walks back to the bar. You take out your phone and quickly write in the group chat, telling them your location is on and sending them a picture of his bike with the red star showing.

It takes longer for Bucky to come back than you thought it would and when he emerges, you notice his vest is gone. "What happened?" "That red-headed friend of yours gave me a stern talking to, and made me leave the vest." "Why?" "She said it seemed important to me, and you're important to her, and if I do something to hurt you she's going to do unspeakable things to the vest and my reputation."

That makes you laugh. Natasha may antagonize you on a regular basis but she's also fiercely protective.

He snatches a helmet from the bike beside and turns to you. "Ever ridden one of these before?" "Not a motorcycle! I've ridden a regular bike." He huffs at that before listing off some do's and don'ts. "But the most important thing," he finishes. "Is that you hold on to me really tight." He smirks, before putting the helmet on your head, tightening the straps. It's a little big but you don't think it will come off.

Bucky gets on and the bike roars to life. Telling you to hold on to him was unnecessary because the moment the sound and feel of the bike hits you, your arms go around his waist and grab onto his clothes. Your heart is hammering and you feel a nervous sweat run down your neck. He never puts a helmet on and before you know it you're flying down the streets.

You have no idea how much time passes or where you are in the city since you’re devoting all of your concentration to hanging onto him. Finally, he slows down and drives into a parking garage attached to a high-rise building. Cars stand in neat rows and he parks in an unoccupied space before getting off.

With shaky fingers, you try to open the clasp to the helmet but fail three times before he notices and does it for you. "That bad huh?" he asks as he hangs the helmet on the handle. "I don't think I can stand," you confess.

As you get off, Bucky holds you to his chest until the ground stabilizes around you. You take the opportunity to study him. There are crow's feet at the edge of his eyes that tell you he smiles a lot. Above the cleft in his chin is his full lips that you've been eyeing for most of the evening. They look soft and delicious.

Your hands travel up and braid behind his neck. Experimentally you pull, seeing if he'll follow, and he does. "I think a kiss would also help," you hint. "Who am I to say no," he hums in response.

As he bends down, you rise up and your lips meet halfway. At first, it's slow but you're both a bit desperate and it quickly gets heavier. Your finger loosens the hair tie and tangles in his long strands, pulling lightly, drawing a pleased sound from his throat. In response, he cups your ass and lifts you off the ground to pull you closer. A surprised moan leaves you before you wrap your legs around his waist and he starts walking. He breaks away just so he can find the button for the elevator, then he is right back to your lips.

Inside, he presses you up against the wall hard enough to get his hands free. They slide up your sides, in under your blouse, making you sigh into his mouth from contentment, fisting the hair at the nape of his neck harder, pressing him closer. Too quickly, but also not quickly enough the elevator dings with the announcement of its arrival on the floor.

Once again Bucky carries you to the door where he fumbles with the keys before getting it open, never breaking from your mouth.

You don't see much of the inside of his apartment because as soon as the door shuts you start pulling at his clothes, wanting them off, to feel his warm skin. The sheets are blue and the bed soft you notice as he places you down on it. With pants and blouse off, the next thing that goes is your bra and he stops the feverish kissing long enough to take you in.

"Fairy," his voice is grovely. "Fuck!" Is all he says before he gently cups your tits, thumbing your nipples and drawing small pleased sounds from you. The fabric of your panties is soaked and every pass over your sensitive peaks shoots another bolt of desire through you.

"Bucky! Can you… please!" you try. It's hard to form words. In an alarmingly short period, he’s got you unbelievably horny and all you can think about is that you need to be touched, to come!

Still playing with your tits he asks, "What do you need Fairy? Tell me what I can do for you." "Take the rest of your damn clothes off and eat me out, or finger me, or something! I'm dying!" "We don't want that now do we?" he smirks and bends down enough to give each of your nipples a kiss. When the last of his clothes go, you suck in a breath because he looks fucking divine. Just like his arms and fingers, his chest and abdomen are covered in tattoos but it doesn't hide the powerful muscles underneath. “You are… wow…” you tell him and swallow roughly. Before you have time to inspect every swirl of ink, he climbs onto the bed and starts up where he left off. His mouth trailing down from your sternum, over your stomach, dragging his teeth tantalizingly over your hip bones, kissing your mound before carefully ridding you of your underwear.

He spreads you with his thumbs, moaning when he sees how wet you are. "Fairy, I think your cunt likes me," he teases. You're about to grip his head and shove his mouth to where you need it, telling him to shut up and get going, but luckily he doesn’t waste any more time.

The cry of pleasure that leaves your mouth is probably heard by the neighbors. Feeling him work you over sends your head spinning and your body twitching. With his tongue and his lips, he tries different pressures and speeds just to see what makes you moan the loudest. "Fingers, Bucky! I need your fingers!" you tell him and seconds later two thick digits start pumping in and out of you, crooking every now and then to find the right spot.

It builds inside you in no time, the dual sensation making it brilliant. But what you feel as you near the edge makes you put your hands against his forehead, pushing and saying, "Wait! Bucky, stop." Hastily he pulls away, fingers leaving you, eyes wide and confused as he sits up. "What is it? Did I hurt you?"

Panting heavily, trying to get your quivering body under control, you wave your hand. "No, no, it's fine! Don't worry!" Then he dares touch you again. His hands slide up and down your inner thighs in a soothing gesture. "Tell me what's wrong. Do you want to stop?" His voice is as soft as his gaze on you.

"God no, I don't want to stop! It's just, ehm…" you feel the embarrassment in your chest, heating you from the inside in an unpleasant way. "Please tell me, Fairy. We can do whatever you want." You try to explain in as roundabout terms as possible, "Sometimes… when it's really good… I can't control what my body does." If you had been smart you would have had this conversation before getting into bed with him, but you weren’t, so now you have to face the unpleasant consequences. "Fairy, what are you saying?" Burying your face in your hands you continue, "Sometimes it's only a little and sometimes it's a lot, but I don't know beforehand so it's better to stop and let me calm down a bit."

There is a beat of silence before his command cuts through it, "Look at me." Slowly you lower your hands. "Were you about to squirt?" he asks point blank. "I hate that word,” you mutter. "Tell me, Fairy," he commands again. "Yes, I'm sorry. I can't control it, it happens!” You’ve had this conversation before, usually after it was already too late and you know how it goes. Luckily you remembered to stop. You’re not sure you would have been able to live it down if it had happened with Bucky. But he does not look happy at all, his eyes near slits, and you reach out towards him, letting your palms graze along his arms to placate him. “I've calmed down now so we can keep going if you want. It rarely happens when I have sex so we can just do that!"

"No," his cold tone answers and your stomach drops. Before you can crawl off the bed to go home he says, "Turn over, ass up, head down." "Bucky, I can just…" You aim your thumb at the door but he doesn’t acknowledge the gesture, only telling you, "Do it, Fairy."

Confused but also curious you turn over on your stomach and bring your knees in under you, doing as you’re told. His hands start making slow steady circles over your ass, caressing and squeezing. "Have you ever been spanked before?" "What?" "You heard me. Have you?" "No… not really…" "So, because you robbed me of your fountain orgasm I'm going to spank you as a punishment. And then you're going to turn over again and I'm going to make you come until you've ruined the sheets. Are we clear, Fairy?" "But, I just thought-,” you begin but he interrupts you. "Whatever someone has said to you before to make you think that you don't deserve to come as hard as you can, makes me so fucking angry. I want all of your pleasure, Fairy, and you're going to give it to me. Understand?" Once again you’re surprised by his words and you give yourself the benefit of the doubt that he knows what he’s in for. With a soft voice, you tell him, "I understand Bucky," and arch your back, showing him that you're ready. "Fucking beautiful."

The sting to your ass is more pleasure than pain. With every impact from his hand, a jolt goes to your cunt. If you were wet before, you're dripping by the time he declares you're done. Each of your ass cheeks gets a kiss before he pushes at your hip and makes you lay on your back again, the sheets cool against your heated skin. He crawls up over you, giving you a long hard kiss. "How are you feeling?" "Very horny," you confess. "Ready to come for me?" "Absolutely, Bucky!"

In no time, he’s back between your legs and starts as he did before, licking and tasting you until you're begging for his fingers. The combination of your slick and his saliva have wetness running down your ass, making a puddle below you. Since you were already so close before you made him stop, it doesn't take long for the coil to wind tight in your lower belly. It’s the same feeling as earlier and you warn him before it happens. "Bucky, I'm going to come!" For a second he lets up to tell you, "Please do, Fairy, I want every last drop."

Maybe it's because of the unplanned edging together with the spanking or it's because Bucky knows exactly what to do with his hands and mouth, or everything combined, but when you arch off the bed with a mind-boggling orgasm, the sides of your vision go hazy and your legs spasm hard. You think you hear Bucky moan but the blood is rushing in your ears.

Panting worse than before you sink into the bed, body lax with the release and you look down to see the unmistakable sign of your climax. Not only are your thighs wet, but the sheets are a shade or two darker, and Bucky is wiping his smirking face with the edge of the cover.

Biting your lip you try to not feel too much shame, but it's hard after years of being told it's disgusting. Although he said he wanted it, maybe he didn't know what he signed up for. "Sorry," you finally say. "Don't ever say that to me again after coming, Fairy. That was fucking amazing!" "Everything is wet." "Everything can be washed," he reassures you. Then he gets off the bed to rummage through a drawer, pulling out a condom. When he turns to you he says, "Now be a good little Fairy and grab your legs for me so I can fuck that sweet cunt of yours."

You watch with anticipation as he rolls the condom on before you pull your legs up, holding behind your knees. As he gets on the bed again, he takes a second to swipe his cock-head through your slick, lubing himself up, but you're impatient, whining and wiggling to get him inside.

"Yeah, yeah, don't worry, you'll get my cock," he’s trying to scold you but it gets lost when he can’t take his eyes away from the view of pressing inside you. The sensation being carried from your cunt throughout your body as he steadily fills you more and more makes your breathing labored and your hands clamping down on your legs harder. "God, that's a pretty fucking pussy taking all my cock," his voice is so low it travels through you like a baseline. Slowly he pulls out and presses in again, mesmerized by what he's seeing, but for you, it's just pure torture.

"Bucky, I need more!" you beg. His answer isn't to fuck you harder or faster like you want. Instead, he spits on your exposed cunt, making you gasp before he presses a thumb against your oversensitive clit. A loud moan rips from your throat and your legs shake. “You get so fucking tight when I touch your clit, feels amazing!”

He keeps the thumb still as he fucks you. Slow, deep thrusts that keep you right on the edge of coming. If he just moved his finger and sped up a little you'd be flying again. But he seems determined to drag this out, his groans and moans are telling you that he's enjoying it very much. Bucky's eyes keep shifting from your face to your chest, down to where you're connected, watching his cock spear you.

Suddenly he removes his hand, but before you can sound a word of protest he's leaned forward, using both his hands to grab the back of your neck. He bends your head down and lifts you from the bed a little until there is no mistake what he wants you to see. “Watch your pussy take all of my cock, Fairy. It belongs there. As if it was fucking made for me. Sucking me right back in every time I pull out.”

Briefly, he lets you have what you need, fucking you faster, slamming into you, making you feel him deep as you watch your body take him over and over again. You understand why he can’t stop watching. It’s filthy at the same time it turns you on more. In desperation, you reach down to touch yourself but he lets you go, making you bounce against the bed slightly before batting your hands away. Then he pulls out and you cry in protest. “No! Bucky! I wanna come! Fuck me!”

Sweat is glistening on his naked chest and his cock stands out from his body, the condom shiny with your slick, but he doesn't acknowledge your plea, only tells you. “On your stomach. Grab a pillow and put it under your hips.”

The pulse in your cunt is uncomfortable, almost unbearable, and you glare at him, having half a mind to just finish off yourself and get some god damned relief. Bucky raises an eyebrow in question as to why you're not doing as he says. With an irritated huff, you turn over, grabbing a pillow and stuffing it under your hips, folding your arms and laying your head on them with a pout, clearly showing him that you're not happy.

The swat to your ass makes you yelp since it's much harder than when he spanked you earlier. It earns him a glare over your shoulder. “Don't be bratty, Fairy,” he reprimands you before his knees push your legs wider and he presses into you swiftly again. He pulls your hands out from under your head, lacing your fingers together before laying down on top of you, kissing your shoulder.

“We were having such a good time,” he says as he starts fucking you again. The new angle makes his dick press right against your g-spot, forcing a whine out of you. Even though you don’t want to give him the satisfaction you can’t help to push your ass against him. With all his weight on top of you, it's hard to move, but your body craves him. “But now you're mad at me, Fairy. What can I do to make it better?” Rutting harder he sends white-hot pleasure through you. You've never been able to come from penetration alone, but the way your body feels makes you think that this might do the trick. “I want to come!” you almost sob.

“Yeah, I know Fairy. Don't forget that I can feel every little pulse of your cunt around me.” There is no comfort to be found in his tone. “Why are you being so mean?!” you cry. That makes him laugh into your neck. “Oh little Fairy. This is not me being mean. This is me wanting to give you the pleasure of your life.” He nips at your skin. “We could have been done a long while ago. You feel so good I could come any second. But I don't want that.” His hands squeeze yours. “I want you to always remember this. No matter what happens after, it'll be seared into your memories. Every time you're with someone else you'll wish it was me fucking you.”

The little show of possession makes your heart beat double and you're about to tell him you don't want to be with anyone else ever again, but that's crazy, so instead you respond with what you hope will get you what you need. “Then fuck me like you fucking mean it because right now your performance is mediocre at its best,” trying and failing to sound unaffected. This time his laugh is tinged with something cruel and you have a second to wonder what the hell you've let loose before he raises himself, pressing your joint hands into the bed to keep his weight on, and then starting to fuck you in earnest.

A sharp cry is forced from you by the brutal thrusts. The angle is much better and your body starts burning from the inside. Screams, moans, and pleas all tumble together from your lips.

Every time you think you might be close to coming he slows down, just enough to keep you from reaching any kind of high. That makes you livid and when you curse him out, he releases your hands, instead placing them between your shoulder blades, pressing you down hard into the mattress, before starting up again.

“I wish I had a vibrator to shove between your legs. Put it on the highest setting and force you to come over and over again. You'd be begging me to stop instead, trying to run away, crying. I bet you'd look real pretty sobbing.”

Your cunt clenches hard at the mental image he's presenting. You can't decide if that would be worse than this. Your body feels like a livewire, ready to release all the pent-up pleasure that has accumulated in your body. All it needs is the right touch at the right place.

One moment you’re on your front, and in the next, he’s flipped you over on your back again. You don’t even have the presence of mind to be surprised because he’s instantly inside you, your legs over his shoulders and his hands gripping your head, kissing you fiercely. It’s teeth and tongue and lips in a jumble. With his pelvis pressing against your clit it drives you fast towards the edge. “I need to see your face when you lose it on my cock,” he rests his forehead on yours. Despite his words, he slows down when it starts to climb inside you. You groan, almost in pain, the edging is making you feel crazy. Over and over again he refuses you the release you’re so desperately after.

A little too late you realize that maybe there is something you can do, instead of begging, that will get you what you want. “I wish you could come inside me,” you whisper, looking right into his eyes, clenching around him when you speak. When he groans you know you’ve hit the spot, but you press down the grin. “You want to fill me up with your cum, Bucky?” you ask before you give him a ruthless kiss. “Yeah fuck, Fairy!” He thrusts hard in response. “Better fuck me good then, and maybe I'll come back and let you do it.”

“Oh Fairy,” he growls and moves one hand to the headboard, gripping it, the other grasping the base of your skull. “You’ll come back. I'll have you outside my door, on your knees, begging for my cock.” The pace he sets has the bed creaking disconcertingly. “Maybe I'll even let you in, crawling on all fours.”

As his voice paints the picture of your submission, the climax mounts in you. Bucking up against him, you try to get more when he’s already giving you everything. All thoughts about teasing him are forgotten with the immediate pleasure. “Don't stop-don't stop-don't stop!” You chant. “Never, Fairy. Come on my dick. Let me see you.”

Your vision goes spotty when the orgasm hits, your throat screaming his name, body convulsing in a way you’ve never experienced before. Afterward, your body goes limp, twitching with aftershocks as Bucky seeks his own release. Maybe you can't have him come inside you, but you want something more. “Come on me,” you tell him in a hoarse voice. “Fuck! What?” He’s so beautiful above you with his hair hanging down in his face, sweat making his skin shine, the clear desperation and shock on his face. “Paint me with your cum, please Bucky,” you say once again. “God dammit, Fairy! Fuck!” He sits back and rips the condom off. A few swipes are all it takes and he's shooting ropes up your stomach and chest, blue eyes wide and staring as if he can't believe it, moaning your name loudly in his deep voice. It makes you grin like the Cheshire cat, knowing you can affect him just as much as he does you.

He sags down beside you, panting heavily. You never want to move but as the sweat and cum start to cool, your heart calms down, and you start feeling something else.

“Oh, I think I…” you mumble, looking down between your legs. “When I came I…” “You squirted?” Bucky chuckles at your unwillingness to say the word. “Yeah. That usually doesn't happen with sex.” “It did. You almost pushed my dick out when you came too.” He kisses your shoulder and up your neck. You turn your head to meet him in a soft kiss. “You also called me James,” he smiles against your lips.

You stare at him in horror as your mind catches up with what he’s saying and you realize you did in fact do that. “Oh god,” You wish you could sink through the bed and continue into the earth's core. “I don't know why I did that!” He kisses you again. “Don't worry, I liked it,” he reassures you.

After some more kissing, the various bodily fluids on your skin compel you to get up and head for the bathroom to clean yourself up. When you're done you study yourself for a moment in the mirror, thinking that you’ll see something different after you've just been fucked within an inch of your sanity, but you look just the same.

When you get back to the bedroom, Bucky has stripped the bed and is in the process of putting new sheets on. After you help him, you start looking for your clothes, thinking you'll take a cab home, but Bucky stops you by pulling you into a warm embrace. “You need to text your friends. I prefer my vest and my reputation untarnished.”

With a laugh you move to find your phone and when you do you notice you have a bunch of notifications. It's well past midnight.

It seems as if he doesn't want to be far away from you because as you’re writing a reply, he comes up behind you and hugs you close. Suddenly you have a better idea and stop what you’re doing, instead, you take a picture of the two of you, aiming it to just show your bare upper shoulders and your faces. The flash goes off in the dim room and when you see the picture you giggle. What you couldn't tell in the mirror, the picture clearly shows. Two fucked out people. You send it with just a short line about being alive.

When you're done you turn in Bucky's arms. “Satisfied?” “In more ways than one,” he smiles cheekily before kissing you. After a lazy make-out session standing naked in the middle of the room, you begin to pull away. “I need to-” “Stay,” Bucky finishes for you, tightening his arms. “Stay?” “Yeah, I'll make you breakfast tomorrow and then take you home.” “You don't have to,” you tell him. “Indulge me?” “Fine,” you sigh as if it’s a great burden. “I guess I could stay, but if you don't cuddle me, I'm leaving.” He pinches your ass in reprimand, making you jump. “You have no idea what you've signed up for, Fairy.”

True to his words Bucky hardly lets you out of bed, even in the morning when you need to use the bathroom. When you come back he holds up the cover and pats the mattress. As soon as you're beside him he pulls you in closer, putting his face in the crook of your neck and mouthing at your skin. A pleasurable sigh leaves you as you snuggle in closer to his warm body. Although the both of you were naked together the night before you never had time to explore his body, so now you let your hands roam everywhere they can reach.

Bucky lets his own hands travel over your skin, but those touches don’t stay innocent long and soon his erection is pressed into your stomach. Taking pity on him you spit in your palm and grab him, making him hiss at the contact before you lazily start pumping him. When he tries to reach between your legs you push his hand away. “No, let me take care of you,” you say sternly. “Whatever you say, Fairy,” he groans and thrusts into your palm.

There is no finesse to it all, just a quick morning hand job. He comes between your bodies, dirtying the sheets. When you see his eyelids starting to close again you poke him and they fly open. “You promised me breakfast!” “You just missed it,” he winks. In response, you roll your eyes before getting up. “Men!”

Instead of pulling on your jeans and the blouse drenched in glitter from the night before you snag the t-shirt he was wearing and find your discarded panties. The t-shirt barely covers your ass but at least you're semi-dressed as you go out into the kitchen to find something to eat.

Muttering under his breath about you being a stubborn woman he follows you in sweatpants and a fresh henly. Before you can find the coffee he hauls you up and puts you on the kitchen island, boxing you in with his arms on either side, lowering himself to glare at you. “Instead of opening every cupboard in the whole damn kitchen, tell me what you want and I'll make it.” “Coffee, with milk and sugar.” “And to eat?” “What do you usually make for the women you bring home?” you tease.

That makes him rise to his full height, looking down at you, and crossing his arms. “You think I have a habit of bringing women home and fucking them like I did you last night?” “You didn't get that good by theorizing,” you point out. “There hasn't been anyone, in a long time, Fairy,” his voice is suddenly soft as he cups your cheeks. You have another teasing comment on your lips but think better of it when you see his guarded look.

Instead, you put your arms around his waist and pull him in between your legs, resting your chin against his sternum to look up at him. “Then you make me whatever you want. But I don't like fish.” With a smile, he asks, “How about scones?” “Sounds perfect.”

When you’re done with breakfast he puts you on the table, insisting that he needs dessert and showing a much gentler side than the night before as he strums your body until you tell him you can't come anymore. Then he carries you to the couch and puts on a random channel. Together you watch reruns until you slide down his body to give him some of his own medicine. No matter how much he begs, you take your sweet time tasting him and when he comes it’s with a roar of your name. After some more cuddles and a nap, you convince him that you actually need to go home.

Just as you're about to head out there is a knock on the door and Bucky opens it to find Steve outside, holding his vest. Earlier he explained that Steve lives a few apartments down the hall. “I was told to give this to you.” Bucky takes it and inspects it quickly before hanging it up. To you, it seems untarnished.

“Hope Nat didn't give you too hard a time,” you smile. Assuming they'd stayed late at the bar and when she'd seen your text she'd given it to Steve. His eyes quickly flick away and there is a blush on his cheek. “No, no, it was fine.” You narrow your eyes and study him, noticing a small red bite mark on his neck. “Oh my god!” you exclaim and start laughing. Steve blushes even more. Bucky looks confused between the two of you. “What?” In a very loud whisper, you tell him, “I think Nat is at Steve's place.” Bucky's eyes glimmer with mirth and he looks at him. “Yeah, yeah, whatever.” Steve waves and heads back down the hall. Just as he pulls the door open you yell. “Tell her I said hi!”

Fortunately, Bucky also has a car, and as he drives you home, he keeps his hand on your thigh the entire time. Outside your apartment, he turns to you. “I want to see you again,” he says. “Okay.” You want that too. So much! “When?” “Tomorrow ideally but if that doesn't work, how about a date on Friday?” You could do tomorrow but you feel yourself already falling for him. Some distance would do you good, so you say, “Friday sounds great! Give me your phone.” You type in your number and save it under the fairy emoji before sending yourself a text. Then you save him under a motorcycle emoji.

Before you can get out he pulls you in for a long, deep kiss. “Now go before I kidnap you and keep you warm in my bed all week.” “Don't tempt me with a good time,” you wink and give him one last peck before getting out. In an act of pure self-preservation, you don't look back.

After a long shower, and checking your phone a million times throughout the evening to see if he’s texted, you come to the realization that you will never make it to Friday. You: [If I told you that I’ve changed my mind and want to see you tomorrow, would that make me seem desperate?] The response is quick. Bucky: {No more than I feel right now. I’ll pick you up after work. When do you get off?} Refusing to let an opportunity like that go to waste, you reply. [Preferably quicker than last night. I’m not sure I’m a fan of edging ;)] {Fairy, don’t make me spank you again. Off of work.} [I’ve told you not to tempt me with a good time ;) I get off at four]

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The 12 days of Christmas have never looked so good, and I am here to spoil us with the best miniature advent calendar in the form of my Bucky's!

𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑼𝑵𝑰𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑬𝑺

― BUCKY BARNES ―

֎ Biker!Bucky Barnes — Brotherhood & Bullets ֎ Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes + Bodyguard!Winter Soldier — Staya Volkov ֎ Farmer!Bucky Barnes — Peaches 'n Cream Ranch ֎ Incubus!Bucky Barnes — Depths of Pleasure ֎ Lumberjack!Bucky Barnes — Sturdy Roots, Strong Hearts ֎ Mafia!Bucky Barnes — His Empire, Her Rules ֎ Artist!Bucky Barnes — The Queen's Masterpiece ֎ Mechanic!Bucky Barnes — His Girls ֎ Nurse!Bucky Barnes — A Hero ֎ Alpha!Mafia!Bucky Barnes — Ruling Instinct ֎ Paramedic!Bucky Barnes — Lights, Sirens and Sincerity ֎ Personal Trainer!Bucky Barnes — Progress, Not Perfection ֎ Pornstar!Bucky Barnes — Purity ֎ Scare Actor!Bucky Barnes — The Hunt ֎ Viking!Bucky Barnes — The Skógr

― STUCKY ―

֎ Firemen!Stucky — Built Differently ֎ Tattoo Artist!Stucky — Garden of Ink

𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑭𝑰𝑪 𝑪𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑻

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I would like to extend a massive thank you to @smutconnoisseur for helping me come up with prompts for this, and to @sebstanwhore for brainstorming for hours and hours with me!

𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── 𝐊𝐄𝐘 ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

— 𝐀 = angst — 𝐖 = whump — 𝐈 = sick fic — 𝐃 = dark — 𝐃² = dead dove — 𝐏 = poly — 𝐊 = kid fic — 𝐅 = fluff — 𝐒 = smut

🌟 𝐓𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐬

─── Bodyguard!Bucky x F!Reader x Bodyguard!Winter Soldier ── 𝐏 + 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

A trip downtown and into a haven for Christmas was meant to be a fun, uneventful day out — a chance to refresh your decorations and introduce James to the festive spirit. A low key and calm trip into the chaos. Only, Bucky had other ideas, and there was nothing that would get in the way of his dastardly deed.

🎄 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐅𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬

─── Tattoo Artist!Stucky x Florist!F!Reader ── 𝐏 + 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

The reveal of Bucky and Steve’s plans for the day took you by surprise, but you would only let shock and awe hold you for so long in its clutches. A job needed doing, and for damn sure were you going to do it with a flourish.

✨ 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐅𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬

─── Incubus!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

There weren’t many things that could surprise your Incubus — aeons old, with the wit and wisdom to match, but when it came to Christmas, it turned out the sex demon himself was a virgin in celebrating the festive season, before you.

🎁 𝐀 𝐏𝐚𝐰 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐥

─── Lumberjack!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

A girl’s day out with Koda takes a surprising turn, and you were left with more questions than answers with Bucky’s strange, mysterious behaviour.

🎀 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬

─── Mechanic!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

To turn the Grinches into Reindeer, you needed to work hard to win them all over — some were easier than others, but with your own Santa on your side, it made it all the easier.

🧸 𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐬

─── Nurse!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Christmas shopping was a dangerous mistake, Bucky realised, and all he could do was hope that in the end, he could rein you in, and you wouldn’t go home with the whole entire store.

— 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐔𝐩

✨ 𝐃𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞

─── Farmer!Husband!Bucky x Wife!F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

You knew very well that your husband was up to something ever since he woke up before the crack of dawn to sneak out of the bedroom, but he wasn’t alone — there were two trouble makers in on the mischief.

🎅🏻 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐨𝐜𝐨𝐚

─── Firemen!Stucky x F!Reader ── 𝐏 + 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

A day at the station reveals more truth than you could have ever imagined — not in the presence of your boys and little ones, or how they were so gentle with the young ones in their joy for festivities.

🦌 𝐒𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬

─── Lumberjack!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

You were expecting it to be an ordinary day; prepare for the festivities with Koda and Sarge by your side, begging for treats and whatever else they set their eyes on. But what you did not expect, was to do so, with two reindeers in tow.

🌟 𝐃𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠

─── Mafia!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Opulence was so readily and freely available to you in your lifestyle, and you had your love to thank for that. Of course, that meant you were going to find him the most dashing present, and spend a fortune on it, whether he liked the pop of colour, or not.

🎀 𝐎𝐡, 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥

─── Alpha!Mafia!Bucky x Omega!F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

The love that Bucky and you shared was unparalleled, unlike anything you had ever felt before. It was a joy to witness and be a part of the tender side of the otherwise ruthless and effective Mafia King. And on that day, it was no different — playing your cherished role had never been so fulfilling.

🎁 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐫

─── Pornstar!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Christmas was a time for gifts and giving; of sharing with those you loved with all of your heart. Bucky was one of the lucky ones, and you had the most perfect gift for him.

🕯 𝐒𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐲 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚

─── Scare Actor!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

The festive additions to Bucky’s Soldat costume had been a genius idea, you only had to work out the best way to bribe your boyfriend to go along with it, first.

— 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐔𝐩

🌟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞

─── Biker!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Miracles and surprises were never in short supply around Christmas, you had learned that during the last Christmas you spent with Bucky and the club; your own family. But, what if something came along, uprooting your certainty, and presenting all of the questions you were beyond nervous to find the answers for? You knew one thing was for certain, though. Your heart, while full of love and adoration for the man you called your own, maybe, just maybe, had room for another special someone.

🍪 𝐏𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐲 𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐧

─── Farmer!Husband!Bucky x Wife!F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Bucky knew well enough that your venture to the Christmas market would not leave him unscathed, but still, as your loving husband, he trailed behind you loyally and almost complaint free — until you sprang a surprise on him.

🕯 𝐓𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐞

─── Tattoo Artist!Stucky x Florist!F!Reader ── 𝐏 + 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

There was never, ever a dull moment when it came to the pair of troublemakers you had involved yourself with, and your Christmas market stall was not immune, either.

🎁 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐆𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠

─── Artist!Bucky x Mafia!F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

To test the patience of a lioness; a predator that watched over a pup, it was to toy with danger. You would flash your teeth in warning, but the real threat lurked in the shadows behind you, and there was no way he would let harm befall all that you held dear.

— 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐔𝐩

🌟 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

─── Bodyguard!Bucky x F!Reader x Bodyguard!Winter Soldier ── 𝐀 + 𝐏 + 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Decorating the tree was a tradition you were determined to bring into their home, and you were just as stubborn as they were to make it stick. But when night fell, that all washed away, leaving room for the love that one of them needed to make it through the silent night.

🎀 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐲

─── Tattoo Artist!Stucky x Florist!F!Reader ── 𝐏 + 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

The holiday season was in full swing, and you were keen to make a head start for the coming days — each bouquet wouldn’t make itself, nor would the orders be filled if you stayed where it was warm and cosy. What you didn’t expect in your shop before the crack of dawn, however, was two men intent on sprucing up the space.

🕯 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐥, 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥

─── Incubus!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

It was not the first time you had made a deal with a devil, but at least, on this occasion, you could watch the way his eyes darkened, or how his tail swished in the air; perfectly in beat with the hammering of your heart. The night only just started, but you were determined to get all you could from this unorthodox agreement.

✨ 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝

─── Lumberjack!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Christmas in the snow was something you adored about the festive season, and spending it with the ones you loved, both human and animal, would make it all the better. But Bucky had a surprise up his sleeve for you; the cards of his mischievous ways held close to his chest until the moment was right.

❤️ 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐌𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬

─── Mechanic!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 + 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

The distractions of festivities irked Bucky like no other, especially when you were standing there as though you weren’t the woman of his dreams, innocently decorating the living room and the Christmas tree within it. You weren’t to know just how far he would push and prod, not until it was too late.

🎅🏻 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐞𝐬

─── Nurse!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Organically, a hospital was a place where gloom spread faster than a wildfire — it was hard to picture the environment as joyful and festive. Until you appeared, Christmas tree and ornaments in hand, and with the determination of a stubborn reindeer for the task you set yourself: decorate the hell out of the place, and bring some cheer to those who needed it the most.

🎄 𝐏𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫

─── Alpha!Mafia!Bucky x Omega!F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

A new tradition you introduced to Bucky took a turn you should have, at the very least, expected, but it did not mean you wouldn’t milk it for all of its worth.

🧸 𝐀 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐨'𝐬 𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡

─── Paramedic!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Your surprise arrival at the station brightens more than Bucky’s day, and you couldn’t be happier to witness the joy in all of their faces when you revealed that you came bearing gifts.

💛 𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞

─── Pornstar!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Bucky was a sweet talker; able to get every last thing he wanted if he just used the right words or tone with anyone. It was part of his charm. Though you thoroughly enjoyed it, he tended to weaponize it against you at the least convenient times; up a ladder and decorating the tree one of them.

— 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐔𝐩

🦌 𝐃𝐞𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝

─── Lumberjack!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

A few visitors to the cabin take both Bucky and you by surprise, and the sweet, kind creatures were as curious about you as you were of them.

🧸 𝐏𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞

─── Nurse!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Sometimes even the hardest, most independent workers needed someone to lean on — whether they be of flesh and blood, or wool and stuffing.

✨ 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐆𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐧

─── Paramedic!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

The festivities of Christmas were often overlooked by Bucky in his job in favour of rushing off to save a life, but not this year — this year, you were there to bring joy to him, and to all of his team.

❤️ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧

─── Personal Trainer!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐀 + 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

With little else to do during the busy festive period, you made your way to Howlie’s Gym, the place you made a home away from home and where you know your best friend made your haven safe. What you did not expect to find, however, was him in the office with the brightest smile on his face — as though you hung the moon that shone down over the two of you.

💚 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐧 𝐒𝐞𝐠𝐠𝐫

─── Viking!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Thieves came in many different forms — from Loki to a simple villager, or to a horse with the mind of a trickster and a heart of gold.

— 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐔𝐩

🌟 𝐆𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫

─── Biker!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

As the President of his club, Bucky always made sure that he made it home, whether it be for his brother’s, or to just keep his legacy alive one more day. But it was not just that anymore, not after he had you as his guiding light — a beacon so bright that he knew he’d be a fool to act reckless, when he knew you were waiting for him back home.

🎀 𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐢𝐞𝐝

─── Mechanic!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Surprises were not an unexpected occurrence when you come to think of it, not when you had Bucky Barnes as your boyfriend, though you had to give him credit where credit was due — he was a crafty, cunning man when it counted.

— 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐔𝐩

❤️ 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬

─── Biker!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐀 + 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Bucky was adept at making the best of a situation; a rain of bullets or his pain, it did not matter. A comedic, blasé brush off of whatever was wrong, and he was on his way. Though, that trick didn’t work on you. And you always saw straight through it.

🕯 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫; 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭

──�� Paramedic!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐀 + 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Battles were fought and won, ruthlessly bloody and heartbreakingly sorrowful, for all. Especially your own warrior, who put his all into the work needed on the front lines, and sometimes, he needed protection of his own.

🎅🏻 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧

─── Scare Actor!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Bucky had more than one way to scare the living daylights out of you — it wasn’t just in his job description; it was in his nature.

🎄 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐟𝐮𝐥

─── Tattoo Artist!Stucky x Florist!F!Reader ── 𝐏 + 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

There was never a boring moment during the festive season with your two loves, and it was no different during one of their many visits to your shop. Only, this time, Bucky had a trick up his sleeve.

— 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐔𝐩

✨ 𝐀 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐌𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐞

─── Biker!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

A battle raged and weapons clashed on that festive day, and only one of the two warriors would make it out alive. You were determined to make your opponent fall to his knees and beg for mercy — only then would you celebrate the victory. But first? Wade through the plight of the treacherous terrain and land that one hit.

— 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐔𝐩

❤️ 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐞, 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐅𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞

─── Firemen!Stucky x F!Reader ── 𝐏 + 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

You knew with absolute certainty that you meant a lot to both Bucky and Steve — to them as themselves, and to their marriage, but you did not truly understand the depth of their devotion to you, not until a frosty, chilled morning where they revealed just how much they truly adored you.

🌟 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

─── Tattoo Artist!Stucky x Florist!F!Reader ── 𝐏 + 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

A long day led to a long week, snowballing into a long, long festive season. The boys — your knights in shining armour, residing in their castle of artistry — they knew long before you yourself did, and they had an idea of how to turn it around, to bring a smile to your lips and to restore your vitality.

— 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐔𝐩

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jadedvibes · 2 years

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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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nickfowlerrr · 1 year

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Prompt: How would pwyc bucky handle another woman shamelessly flirting with him in front of reader (who becomes seething with jealousy!). Wanting to put reader’s mind at ease but also somewhat enjoying her possessive and jealous behaviour over him as it makes him feel wanted?

angel in hiding. devil in disguise.

pwyc series masterlist

pairing: pwyc!bucky x curvy!reader

warnings: 18+ ONLY. fingering. pet names. jealousy (duh). if i’m missing something important pls let me know.

words: 3.3k

notes: i swear i tried to finish this before halloween lmao. also - no clue how to play pool so idk what i wrote 💀. thank you so much for sending this in, anon! sorry it took literally months for me to actually write it but i hope you enjoy. also i’m considering rewriting this prompt with a bit more angst so if that’s something anyone’d like to see pls let me know. anyway, thank you for reading! 🖤

The costume was a tight fit to say the least. It hugged your body and showed off your figure more than you knew would be possible, but you shouldn’t have expected anything less from a costume Bucky had chosen. You really didn’t want to even show up tonight, but he insisted. When you tried to get out of it by telling him you didn’t have a costume, he smirked and before he said a word, you knew he had planned for this conversation before he even got home.

“It’s a Monday night, Buck,” you complained.

“And? What exactly do you have going on tomorrow that you can’t stay out late?”

“That’s not the point,” you tried to evade his question.

“You’re coming. Whether you like it or not. It’ll be fun,” he smirked before he handed you the bag that held the dress and accessories he picked up. “We’re leaving at 8.”

He left, giving you no room to object any further. Not that it would have done you any good if you had. You bit your lip as you worried.

All you could think about while you were getting ready was the last time you had dressed up and gone out for halloween. You had been publicly humiliated and left the bar in tears. As you stared at yourself in the mirror, it was like you could hear the taunting laughter from the memory echoing in your mind. You tore your gaze away from your reflection and quickly wiped at your teary eyes when Bucky knocked on the door.

“I’m almost done,” you said, irritated.

“You okay?” he asked, sounding worried while he ignored your attitude.

“‘M fine. I’ll be out in a second,” you responded, once again eyeing yourself in the mirror. You knew he knew what you were feeling, so what was the point of telling him. He could piece it together himself. You fixed your makeup quickly and made sure your hair was how you wanted it. There was no sense in nitpicking the costume, you had no other options anyway. You opened the door in a huff and looked exhaustedly at Bucky who was dressed as a devil. He smirked widely the second he took you in, eyes scanning you up and down before he walked closer. His hands smoothed along your curves - from your waist down your wide set hips where they settled before he pulled you closer.

“An absolute angel,” he simpered while his wandering hands found your ass, squeezing firmly and eliciting a little gasp from you.

“An angel and a devil..it’s a little on the nose, don’t you think?” you asked with a raised brow.

“What better duo than that?” he responded. “You look fucking gorgeous, sweetheart,” he complimented again, his hands beginning to wander even further.

“Okay,” you stressed, stopping his hand from creeping under the hem of your dress. “I’m still not happy about this, and youre not gonna distract me with compliments or sex,” you accused. “Let’s go.”

“That’s the spirit,” he joked.

“Come on, the sooner we get there, the sooner we leave,” you said, trying to push him backwards to the door.

“How much of a difference does 15 minutes make?” he said, voice low as he eyed you, his body not budging an inch despite your effort.

“You get me out of there by 11 and you’ll have a lot more than 15 minutes,” you bribed.

“Deal,” he grinned, leaning down to kiss you, rough at first before he slowed down and softened his lips against yours, savoring the taste of your lips on his.

You pulled away nearly out of breath when he took your hand and started for the door.

You don’t know what had gotten into you, but the visceral jealousy coursing through your body was making you sick. You had gotten to the bar an hour and a half ago, greeted by everyone in the club and quite a few of their significant others. There were a handful of groups of college students and a few groups of your average joe’s just hanging around, too, nearly everyone in costume. Bucky had led you to the back right away, the area reserved for him. It was less rowdy and you were happy to see some familiar faces around the table when you got there.

“Hot!” Kate yelled when she saw you, pulling you in for a hug. You could smell the tequila on her when she did.

“Are you seriously drunk already?” you questioned when you pulled away, only receiving a giggle before she laughed loudly. Near maniacal.

“It’s Halloween!”

She saw Peter passing and spun to follow him, loudly shouting, “How’d it go? She give you her number?”

You couldn’t help but laugh at her obnoxiousness and the blush lighting up Peter’s face when she said it, shushing her as she got near.

Bucky was at the bar getting a beer for himself and a ginger ale for you, but after a few minutes went by and he hadn’t returned you decided to go meet him.

When you walked up to the bar, you saw him sitting on one of the stools as a tall blonde leaned over the bar while she spoke to him. You were never a jealous person. But she was just a little too close and she was talking for a little too long. You were noticeably bothered by it as Yelena came up beside you.

“She’s been hitting on him since the moment he got there,” she told you matter of factly, accent made thicker with the vodka in her bloodstream. You turned ever so slightly to look at her before you returned your gaze to the slender girl still blabbering on about who knows what.

“Really?” you asked.

“Why would I lie?” she returned, letting you know how stupid she thought your question was. “Yes, really.”

Just then you saw Jack bring a slim glass of ginger ale to Bucky who took it with a “thanks”. As he was getting up to walk away, the blonde reached out and put her hand on his bicep, stopping him for a moment. You couldn’t see his face, but you could see her clearly. The sickly sweet smile she gave him accompanied by a giggle as she squeezed him ever so slightly had you gritting your teeth. Your eyes were narrowed in on her every move before Bucky finally turned around. He saw you instantly and cursed under his breath as he approached you. “Hell, sweetheart, did I tell you how fucking good you look in white?” He extended your drink to you with an awed smile and you took it without a word before you spun around and walked back to the table you’d been at previously.

“Sweetheart,” he said as he followed behind you.

When you got to the back, you sat at the empty booth off to the side, Bucky sliding in across from you.

“Something the matter, angel?” he asked, though he certainly knew there was.

“What was that?” you asked, annoyance clear in your voice.

He raised a brow as he watched you, something akin to amusement playing in his eyes.

“Don’t tell me you’re jealous,” he started playfully before you shot him a glare.

“Do you think this is funny?” you asked, irritated.

“Honestly, sweetheart? Yeah, I kind of do.”

You scoffed and made to get up before his hands caught yours and stopped you.

“Baby, come on,” he laughed, “you’re my soulmate. What the hell do you have to be jealous of? There’s no one else in the world I want aside from you.”

“Smooth talking isn’t gonna get you anywhere, Barnes.”

“Are you seriously mad at me? Or are you just trying to find a reason to leave early?”

“If you really don’t see an issue here, I honestly don’t know what to say to you.”

“Baby -” he began again.

“Don’t ‘baby’ me right now,” you said harshly, cutting him off. “Soulmate or not, it doesn’t exactly make me feel good when I see someone shamelessly flirting with you at a bar. Imagine how you’d feel. You’d flip the fuck out.”

He stood from his seat with a sigh and slid into your side of the booth. He turned your face to his and made sure you were looking him in his eye when he spoke.

“You’re right, I would. I guess I never thought you’d feel the same way if the roles were reversed, though. Didn’t think you’d ever get so possessive over me,” he smirked. “I gotta say, it makes me feel pretty good. But I am sorry it upset you. Even though I wasn’t really listening to anything she was saying and I didn’t give her any reason to think I was interested in the slightest,” he trailed.

“Why’d she grab your arm?” you pointed out.

“She asked if it was actually metal. I said yes. She grabbed me as I turned to leave and laughed asking if I could feel it. I said no and asked her to remove her hand and she did and then I turned around to see this stunning angel with eyes for me only and I followed her to the back of the bar. Let her really give it to me,” he joked lightly, his voice tapered off just slightly as he leaned closer and took your lips in his for a soft kiss. “Seriously, though, sweetheart. You have no idea how good it feels to know you were jealous over me,” he simpered in your ear. “Maybe I can show you,” he purred. You had to take a sobering breath as you pulled away from him.

“Maybe you can keep it in your pants for another hour,” you shot back.

Bucky chuckled under his breath as he let up.

“Fine,” he said, hands up as he left the booth. “I can be patient.”

An hour later you found yourself counting down the minutes before the clock hit eleven. You’d had a good time and weren’t totally regretting coming but your social battery was now depleted. All you wanted to do was go home. Bucky promised you’d leave after one more game of pool with the guys and you relented your complaints for the time being. He offered to show you how to play finally, but you declined. Yelena and Kate were well past drunk and you figured you’d spend the rest of your time waiting to leave listening to them talk absolute shit about everyone and anyone who passed by. It was ridiculous and they were so catty, but it was also hilarious and kept your attention from the blondie over at the bar who kept eyeing the pool table every other minute.

You knew, logically, you had nothing to worry about. But something deep inside you was on edge. Just waiting for her to try and approach Bucky again. You wouldn’t just stand by and watch this time if she did. The feeling was so foreign but so based. Bucky was yours and you’d make sure she knew it if you had to.

Not five minutes later, just like you knew she would, you watched her coming around the bar and head straight for the pool area. You were closer than she was and got up the second you noticed, walking right to Bucky. He was standing to the side of the table with one hand holding his cue up as he watched Steve line up his shot. You came right up beside him and put your arm through his free one as you leaned into his side. He looked down at you with a raised brow and you saw the quirk of his lip as he watched you lean your head against his arm.

“We’re almost done, princess,” he told you, wanting to assure you before you started complaining again. “We’ll leave soon.”

“Whenever you’re ready,” you said, taking him by surprise. But when he saw the blonde bartender from earlier, he quickly caught on to why you were being so clingy all of a sudden.

He breathed a laugh as he shook his head. “You’re really on alert tonight, aren’t you,” he smirked.

“Apparently I have to be,” you responded. “She’s been staring at you from the bar since you guys walked over here.”

Just as you finished, the girl made her way to you and Bucky after asking the rest of the guys if they needed anything. She paid absolutely no attention to you as she addressed Bucky.

“Need a drink, honey?” she asked sultrily while you burned a hole through her with your stare.

Sensing your aggravation, Bucky pulled his arm from your hold and instead wrapped it around you, pulling you further into his side while his hand laid on your hip.

“I’m fine, thanks,” he responded.

“You’re up Buck,” Sam said, pulling your attention across the table.

“Oh, I definitely wanna see this,” the girl simpered. “You’ve gotta be good,” she said, trying to talk to him. You couldn’t help the dirty look you shot her, it was almost like it wasn’t you. It was just your immediate reaction. She paid you no mind, though as her eyes were locked on Bucky.

As he moved his arm from around you and made to move around the table to line up his shot, your body and tongue seemed to move before your mind did. You grabbed his hand and pressed yourself to him again, “I changed my mind,” you said. “I wanna learn.”

“Of course you do,” he said quietly to you as he smirked, a sense of pride coming over him. Seeing you so territorial and jealous was really getting to him. He felt damn near giddy. Though of course he wanted to ease your mind, he also knew words alone wouldn’t cut it. He’d let you do whatever you wanted at this point. Hell, he’d get down on his knees right here and now if you asked him to, to show everyone that he belonged to you just as much as you belonged to him.

He could feel eyes on both of you, not just from the bartender, but from others all around the bar, too. And he was more than ready to let you put on a show. He gently led you to lean over the table to help you line up the shot properly while he stood directly behind you, enjoying the way the short hem of the stark white dress was riding up your thick thighs as you bent over provocatively. His hand shot to your waist as you wiggled your ass back ever so slightly against him. You bit back your smile as he gripped you just a bit tighter before he came over and really helped you line it up, explaining what you were aiming for and what balls you were trying to avoid sinking. You weren’t really paying attention, though. You were just enjoying the weight of the blonde girl's gaze on you as she watched, nothing short of bitter.

Bucky helped you make your shot and when you sunk the last ball he needed to win, he pulled you into him from behind while he celebrated with cheers and Steve and Sam cursed at their losses. Bucky’s arms wrapped around your middle as he kissed your face while you smiled. His face nuzzled into your neck as he left kisses there, too.

“I told you, sweetheart, no better duo than us,” he smirked. “I’m gonna close out then we’ll leave,” he told you. “How’s it feel to lose to someone who’s never played pool a day in their life? Either she’s a natural or you two just suck that fuckin’ badly,” he taunted his friends as you walked to the table Yelena and Kate were still at to grab your purse you had left with them. You had to pass the blonde to get there and as you did, you stopped to look at her, your gaze meeting hers. “Was he as good as you thought he’d be?” you asked innocently enough.

She opened her mouth to say something but nothing came out. She looked you up and down before she huffed and blinked away. “I’m not sure what you’re talking about,” she denied. “I have some tables to tend to,” she continued, avoiding you now.

“Of course,” you agreed, watching her turn around and walk to the other end of the bar without looking back. Bucky was at your side not a moment later.

“Ready?” he asked. You got your purse from the table and said goodnight to Yelena and Kate before you headed out of the bar for the night.

“So,” Bucky started. “Was that as terrible as you thought it’d be?”

“Hm,” you hummed. “Could’ve been worse,” you allowed with a shrug as you walked to Bucky’s rarely used car.

“I’ll take it,” he laughed.

“What time is it?” you asked as you leaned into his side once again.

“10:54.”

“Looks like you kept your end of the deal,” you alluded, eyeing him as you approached the sleek black car. He smirked at that before he opened the door for you, guiding you in.

“Looks like,” he returned before he shut the door for you, walking around the hood to get in himself. Once he was seated, he started the car before he turned to you.

“And when we get home it's your turn,” he said headily as his right hand landed on your thigh, squeezing the soft ample flesh before he ran his hand over your skin, goosebumps rising at his touch as he got closer to your inner thigh.

“Who says we have to wait until we’re home?” you breathed, your thighs spreading for him as he inched closer to your center.

“For an angel you sure are feisty tonight,” he pointed out.

“Funny, cause for a devil you’ve sure been awful sweet,”

“Oh, princess, it only gets sweeter,” he said as his fingers made their way past the material of your panties, stoking the fire that he lit in you earlier. He drove with his left hand as he pulled out onto the street, his fingers knuckle deep inside of you, moving in and out of you, your pussy wet and wanting while you mewled and writhed on the leather seat. Each twist of his fingers inside you, every curl of them against your walls brought you closer. The white heat growing in your lower belly while he played you so easily was building higher and higher until you couldn’t hold it any longer. Your thighs tensed and your eyes closed shut in pleasure as your walls squeezed his fingers still inside of you while you came.

“Holy fuck,” he groaned while his thumb stoked your clit, prolonging your orgasm. “Feel good, princess? You’re clamped down on my fingers like you don’t want me to stop.”

You only moaned in response while he continued working you on his fingers, showing no signs of letting up anytime soon.

“Don’t worry, pretty girl. I’m not gonna stop. We’re gonna see how many times I can make you come on my fingers before we get home. And then the real fun begins,” he purred lowly. All you could do was mewl in response, back arching as he found the spot he was looking for.

“There it is,” he grinned. Your gasp turned into a moan as he rubbed against it repeatedly, bringing you close to your second orgasm already. You knew you’d be an overstimulated mess by the time you got home, but it felt so good you couldn’t bring yourself to care. When his thumb found your clit again, you were done for, panting his name as he worked you faster, his touch firm and titillating.

“That’s my good girl,” he praised as you came undone again. “You’re a literal fucking angel, sweetheart. So goddamn pretty. Especially when you look like this. So fucked out and dumb already and you’ve only had my fingers. Can’t wait to see you squirm on my cock.”

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lostalioth · 7 months

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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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jobean12-blog · 1 year

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Pedro Pascal Character Masterlist

* Indicates Smut (18+ ONLY)

All stories are Joel Miller x reader unless otherwise specified :)

Something Sweet

What Comes After

Have A Little Pun

The Farmer’s Fancy * (soft!dark vibes)

Hot and Cold

When We Let Go *

Work in Progress

Game On

Boys in Bed with Books *(Chapter 23 with Joel)

The Right Technique

Pickup Man (pre!outbreak Joel)

Mr. Right Next Door (pre!outbreak and neighbor Joel)

The Road to Love (Biker AU)

Simply Irresistible * (Biker AU)

Crazy Little Thing Called Love (Biker AU)

Wrangled * (Cowboy/Neighbor AU)

Motorcycle Man (Biker AU)

Reunited * (Pre!outbreak Joel)

Things I Always Wanted *

Get Your Engine Runnin’ (Biker AU)

Wild For You *(Biker AU)

Cowboy for Keeps (Cowboy AU)

Along for the Ride (Biker AU)

Fair Grounds for Love (Cowboy AU)

Let Our Hearts Ignite

His to Protect (Biker AU)

A Storm in the Stars

Driven By Desire* (Mechanic AU)

Lost and Found (Biker AU)

Something Wilder (Bucky x reader, Joel x reader)

Everything I Do

Angel of the Morning *

Nook of Love

Wood you be Mine? (Lumberjack AU)

Slow and Steady (Lumberjack AU)

Dancin’ in the Dark

Make Me *

Fall In Love (Biker AU)

Can't Keep my Hands to Myself (Pre!Outbreak Joel)

Temptations* (Javier Peña x reader)

Dressed to Impress (Pre!outbreak Joel)

All Mine * (Biker AU)

Touch

Safe *

Cozy in Love (Lumberjack AU)

Collide (Javier Peña x reader)

Ride * (Javier Peña x reader)

Only Want You* (Javier Peña x reader)

A Place Made for Love (no!outbreak Joel)

Helping Hands

Nestled * (A/B/O au)

Tortured Love * (Javier Peña x reader)

Locked in Love

In It for the Long Ride (Biker!Joel AU)

Everything *(Friends to lovers with Joel)

Play To Win * (Javier Peña x reader)

Island Time * (Javier Peña x reader)

Fashionably Late

Promise Me *

Kiss to Kiss

Asking for Trouble *

Slow Ride

Just You (Biker!Joel AU)

Take A Little Ride *

In the Middle of Somewhere (too many beds trope)

Sweetest Taste * Javier Peña x reader

Wear It With Love * Javier Peña x reader

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fluffysucker · 5 months

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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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itiswormtimebaby · 9 months

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Just the tip

Pairing: Biker!Bucky x Bug (+ Brother’s best friend Bucky, plus sized fem reader) CW: Smut, just the tip but not for lack of trying on Bug’s part, no condom (be smarter than them), pussy job, dirty talk, pet names, light choking, spitting, light spanking, not proofread AN: Gaps in the timeline of Bucky and Bug’s relationship will eventually be filled in, but posts on The Worm Hole are in chronological order. This comes sometime after Fifth Date and Bucky “loving” your thighs.

Calloused fingers skim up the curve of your belly, pausing to roughly paw and squeeze at your heaving breasts, pushing them together as Bucky salivates over them. His spit is warm and sticky, gathering on your peaked nipples; a translucent trail connects them, illustrating the path that his mouth continues to travel. Back and forth, over and over. If he could he’d have both in his mouth at once, as it were he settles for suckling at one while the other is rewarded with pinches and twists. A nip of his teeth has your lower half jutting off the bed, bumping your bare cunt into the thin material of his tight boxer briefs, your slick mixing with his precum to further dampen the dark material.

His name is but a desperate plea on your lips as you begin slowly grinding against him, movement measured as if frightened you’ll move too quick and scare him away. As close as you’ve gotten Bucky still hasn’t fucked you the way you want, hasn’t carved out and claimed that spot deep inside that’s been saved just for him, for the kiss of his cock. Maybe, you think, maybe it could be today.

Your thighs quiver from their spread wide position, feet hooked just under his ass, and it’s this leverage you use to pull him further onto you, not stopping until his body weight has dropped completely between your legs and his cock is resting between the lips of your pussy. He’s panting your name hotly into your neck, groaning when you reach between your bodies to start tugging on the last article of clothing separating you, your hips continuously rocking into his as you do. And, despite huffing out something that sounds suspiciously like “Patience, Bug,” he helps get them off.

You waste no time in fisting the angry red tip of his exposed cock, spreading pearly droplets of precum down as much of the shaft as you can reach. Fuck he’s thick. He begins humping your fist, driving himself in and out before he answers your plea for more, grabbing the offending hand and pinning it to the bed as he begins to slide himself between the lips of your cunt. It’s a familiar position, one you’ve both come to crave since that first night he fucked your thighs, came messy between your drenched lips. But it’s not enough. Sweaty strands of hair fall over Bucky’s forehead, dog tags dangling from his neck and into your face as he picks up speed. Back and forth they sway with the rhythm of his cock, them or it hypnotizing you, distracting you, driving you closer towards- “Bucky, more, I need more!”

The pupils of his eyes are blown wide, the grin on his lips salacious, “Y-yeah?” He rasps out, “My greedy girl needs more?” His hand finds your neck, four fingers on one side, thumb on the other, squeezing lightly. “That enough?” You manage to shake your head, panting, pleading, “N-no. Cock, I need your cock, please, m‘so empty- so-”

He let’s out a low, growly fuck as he releases your neck, dropping the hand between your bodies instead, impaling you swifty on three fingers. The burn is delicious, as is the steady bump of the spongy head of him against your clit but it’s not what you want, what you need. “Th-there you go, Doll,” he conjoles, “so fucking tight.”

Despite the heady rush of pleasure taking over your senses you manage again to shake your head, protest. “Cock, ple-e-ease!” Bucky’s eyes pinch shut as if in pain, forehead dropping to your shoulder; “Bug, Baby” he says, barely above a whisper “You can’t do this to me.”

He can feel you pulsating around his fingers, drenching his hand in slick, he’s never felt you this hot or wet. Without conscious effort he begins to slowly scissor his fingers, preparing you for a larger intrusion, his actions spurred on by your writhing and moaning. It’s a particularly loud call of his name that snaps some sense back into his desire-addled brain, meeting your lips in a filthy open-mouthed kiss, licking into you before pulling back with a soft “Bug.”

Through the fog of your own lust you know what that means, he’s not going to do it, not going to fuck you, why won’t he just fuck you? You’re not too dignified to beg, voicing your protests with whimpers and moans, appealing to him with the sweet sound of his own name falling off your lips followed by please. Finally, when nothing else seems to be working you twist your fingers around his still dangling dog tags, tugging until he’s forced to meet your gaze; “Ju-ust the tip. Please, Bucky, please just give me that.”

He blanches, knows it's not a good idea, but you’re so fucking wet, and hot, and he can feel you pulsing around his fingers. His will caves under his affection for you, using his slick covered fingers to pinch your chin between them, tilting your head further back so he can suck a deep bruise into your neck before- “Just the tip? Fuck, baby, okay. Just the tip.”

He maneuvers you onto all fours, kneeling between your open legs, grasping and spreading your ass cheeks to get a better look at your weeping hole. He resists the urge to lean down and suck the slick directly from you, but just barely, as he warns “Just the tip.” You jerk your head in the semblance of a nod, every nerve feeling like a live wire as you practically vibrate in anticipation. His vibranium hand stays on your ass, keeping you spread as he spits onto your opening, right hand guiding the blunt tip of his cock to where you’re desperate to welcome him in. Your eyes roll back into your head when he finally presses in, ring of muscles stretched wide and burning at the intrusion.

It takes everything in him to not finish pressing in, to just take told of your hips and yank you back onto his aching cock, to impale you and fuck you until you can’t walk for a week. But he manages. Barely. Instead he drops his left hand to your clit, rubbing tight circles, appreciating the way you squeeze down on the tip of him.

Despite your promise you can’t help but sink your hips back, a desperate bid to take him further in, but Bucky is quicker than you, jerking away from you and wrenching the tip of his cock free from your fluttering opening. The slap of his palm against your ass is harsh, three quick reprimanding blows before he’s using that same hand to push you flat to the bed, trapping your hands underneath you, belly down. “Bad girl, you take what I give.”

You wiggle your hips pathetically, trying to entice him back in with a shake of your ass; “Buck, please- I’ll be good, I’ll-” He can tell how fucked out you are by the lilt of your voice, but then again he isn’t much better off. He keeps your hips pressed into the mattress with a heavy hand on your lower back, pressing just the tip back in, working it in and out in slow, steady thrusts.

He stops only when you’ve clenched down on him so tight it’s hard to move, pausing with just the tip of his cock in you; he allows you just enough space to work one hand down between your legs; “Rub your clit, baby, make yourself cum. Cum on my cock.”

You can’t help but whine, you’re not cumming on his cock, not really, not in the way you want, but you can’t deny that it feels good, so fucking good. You allow your fingers to dance across the spot where you’re joined, where he has you stretched open, before zeroing in your clit. The orgasm breaks your body into pieces, pleasure fueled oblivion consuming you. Bucky is close behind, dropping the full weight of his body onto your back, laying over you, pinning you down. “Where-” he manages to grunt out “Where do you want it?”

“Inside, Bucky, please!”

He whimpers out something that sounds like a mix between your name, jesus christ, and fucking hell, before he let’s go. He may not be all the way in, but that doesn’t stop him from painting your insides white with his cum.

#Biker!Bucky #Bucky Barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky smut #bucky and bug

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huffelpuff210 · 7 days

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My new list for the dark

Biker Bucky Barnes x abused reader

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Dark alpha Steve Rogers x dark alpha Bucky Barnes x dark alpha Tony stark x omega reader

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Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

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Dark professor Steve Rogers x innocent reader

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Part 4

Soft dark Stucky x reader

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Part2

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Part 4

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Dark professor Tony Stark x shy reader

Part 1

Dark shifter Bucky Barnes x shifter reader

Part 1

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Part 3

Part 4

Dark mafia Bucky Barnes x reader

Part 1

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#dark avengers #mcu smut #dark alpha bucky barnes #dark alpha steve rogers x omega reader #dark marvel #omega reader #avengers fic #alpha omega #marvel #bucky barnes fic #dark alpha steve rogers #dark bucky x reader #dark tony stark #dark professor tony stark #dark professor steve rogers #dark b

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rookthorne · 11 months

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A whole 13 weeks of pure smut with all my AUs? You better buckle up and get some towels, because I go all fuckin' out with this event.

𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑼𝑵𝑰𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑬𝑺

― BUCKY BARNES ―

֎ Biker!Bucky Barnes — Brotherhood & Bullets ֎ Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes + Bodyguard!Winter Soldier — Staya Volkov ֎ Drifter!Bucky Barnes x Drifter!F!Reader — The Queen & The King ֎ Farmer!Bucky Barnes — Peaches ‘n Cream Ranch ֎ Incubus!Bucky Barnes — Depths of Pleasure ֎ Lumberjack!Bucky Barnes — Sturdy Roots, Strong Hearts ֎ Mafia!Bucky Barnes — His Empire, Her Rules ֎ Artist!Bucky Barnes — The Queen’s Masterpiece ֎ Mechanic!Bucky Barnes — His Girls ֎ Modern!Bucky Barnes — Written in the Stars ֎ Nurse!Bucky Barnes — A Hero ֎ Personal Trainer!Bucky Barnes — Progress, Not Perfection ֎ Pirate!Bucky Barnes — Sins of the Seven Seas ֎ Pornstar!Bucky Barnes — Purity ֎ Street Racer!Bucky Barnes — Brooklyn Pride ֎ Tattoo Artist!Bucky Barnes — Inked Sun

― STUCKY ―

֎ Firemen!Stucky — Built Differently

𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑭𝑰𝑪 𝑪𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑻

𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑫 𝑪𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑻

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𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑲𝑺

— The AO3 SERIES can be found HERE.

𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑵𝑶𝑻𝑬𝑺

A massive thank you to both @sgt-seabass & @smutconnoisseur for taking the mantle of being my beta's for these fics - I wouldn't have gotten it all organised if it wasn't for your help. Extending this to @buckybarnesevents - the prompts were so perfect, and I had an absolute ball.

𝐇𝐨𝐭 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── 𝐊𝐄𝐘 ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

— 𝐀 = angst — 𝐖 = whump — 𝐈 = sick fic — 𝐃 = dark — 𝐃² = dead dove — 𝐏 = poly — 𝐊 = kid fic — 𝐅 = fluff — 𝐒 = smut

🔥 𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐭

“What should I wear?”

─── Biker!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Playing innocent with Bucky never worked ― it didn’t mean you wouldn’t try, not when the payoff was precisely what you craved.

🔥 𝐒𝐢𝐭 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲

Lingerie

─── Bodyguard!Bucky x F!Reader x Bodyguard!Winter Soldier ── 𝐏 + 𝐅 + 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

It was a game you loved to play: targeting their weaknesses to see how fast they’d fracture and snap ― taking you down with them. This time, however, you got much more than you bargained for.

🔥 𝐁𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐓𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

Lingerie

─── Mafia!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 + 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

The promises that Bucky made to you and you alone, were never broken ― whether they were fulfilled that moment or the next day, no matter what they entailed.

🔥 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬

Daddy

��── Incubus!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

A secret was only a secret if your body didn’t betray you. Luckily for you, you just happened to have an Incubus with centuries worth of tricks of the trade practised and perfected to get information out of anybody as a lover ― you didn’t stand a chance.

🔥 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬

Sir

─── Mechanic!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Who knew uttering a simple phrase would turn the man that had only ever been gentle and teasing, into a feral beast with only one goal in mind ― to ruin you?

🔥 𝐒𝐨𝐟𝐭 ‘𝐧 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭

Daddy

─── Nurse!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐀 + 𝐅 + 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Bucky always knew, somehow, just what you needed and how you needed it ― and he never failed to deliver, even after a surprise slip-up of your tongue.

🔥 𝐀𝐧 𝐎𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐎𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫

In My Lap

─── Bodyguard!Bucky x F!Reader x Bodyguard!Winter Soldier ── 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

A dynamic switch on a night of relaxation gives you an opportunity to reap the rewards of being between your wolves, and with the two of them fighting over control, you knew you were in for a wild ride.

🔥 𝐀 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞

Bent Over

─── Farmer!Husband!Bucky x Wife!F!Reader ── 𝐅 + 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Slow mornings were the best on your farm ― the sounds and smells and sights of the early hours painted a picture for how the day to come would no doubt pan out. It also helped having an insatiable husband, you supposed.

🔥 𝐀 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐚𝐭 𝐏𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫

Kneeling

─── Incubus!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 + 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

It wasn’t a spell you were under, no ― you were under so much deeper than that, and Bucky was the only one that knew how to help you. After all, he promised he would.

🔥 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭

In My Lap

─── Nurse!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 + 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Bucky being a nurse meant that he knew of many ailments, as well as how to treat or cure them. It was just your luck that he knew exactly how to take care of you, in every way you needed him to.

🔥 𝐏𝐮𝐫𝐫 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐌𝐞

Car Sex

─── Drifter!Bucky x Drifter!F!Reader ── 𝐅 + 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

A deal had been struck, and since you had claimed victory that day, you were more than eager to collect the reward of such a win.

🔥 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲, 𝐒𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐒𝐢𝐧

Car Sex

─── Mechanic!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 + 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Bucky’s touch was like a sniper taking their shot, methodical in practised ease and hitting his target every single time ― it left you breathless, and just as sweet in the aftermath.

🔥 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐟

Car Sex

─── Street Racer!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 + 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Stress relief came in many forms, and for Bucky? You knew just how to maximise the relief and get his mind entirely off the troubles of his racing career, you just needed to carry out your plan ― subtly, of course.

🔥 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐃𝐞𝐧

"When I first met you..."

─── Bodyguard!Bucky x F!Reader x Bodyguard!Winter Soldier ── 𝐏 + 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Reminiscing on the days of your first meeting with your wolves wasn’t how you planned to spend your evening ― how intimidating or scary it had been, until you saw a glimpse of what lay beneath. It made a warmth bloom in your chest at how time had developed your connection to them, a connection you hoped would never be severed.

🔥 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧'𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐝𝐞

"When I first met you..."

─── Mafia!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

The day that James Barnes walked through the door to be your patron for the evening, was the day your life changed for good. There was no way that you would go back ― not after finding the man you wanted to spend the rest of your life with.

🔥 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐁𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

"When I first met you..."

─── Tattoo Artist!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Shopping in your favourite art store with Bucky brings back the memory of your first encounter, and after so much time has passed, it was with fondness that you looked back on just how starstruck you were in his presence.

🔥 𝐆𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞

Spread Open

─── Firemen!Stucky x F!Reader ── 𝐏 + 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

The heat and tension was undeniable, and you felt it the moment you got the simple text from them. What awaited you, however, was something much more than a simple night of games.

🔥 𝐓𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐞 ‘𝐧 𝐓𝐚𝐢𝐥

Spread Open + Tied Down

─── Incubus!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Bucky’s magic was something that you’d only experienced on a few occasions. Though, his plans this time would leave you begging for it again, and again, and again.

🔥 𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧'𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝

"How do you want me?"

─── Pirate!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 + 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

It was a punishable act to not follow the Captain’s orders, just as much as it was to cross him when his fuse was already so short. Luckily for you, you had the one thing that would calm the brusque fury into a simmering wave.

🔥 𝐀𝐧 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥'𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

"Who's this?"

─── Biker!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 + 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Being the Angel on Bucky’s shoulder meant you were the voice of calm, of reason ― it did not mean the most sinful chants would fall from your lips and render both of you speechless. Until the day that it did.

🔥 𝐀 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞, 𝐓𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐟

My Pet

─── Bodyguard!Bucky x F!Reader x Bodyguard!Winter Soldier ── 𝐏 + 𝐅 + 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

To play games with wolves, one had to be cunning and willing to risk everything for the thrill. Gambling on a sense of safety was a foolish thing to do, but it didn’t stop you from trying ― for when you lost a bet, they would collect, no matter what.

🔥 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠

"Who's this?"

─── Mechanic!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Barnes Classics Restoration was a hive of activity ― something was always going on within the walls of that garage, and you counted yourself lucky to be amongst it all.

🔥 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐤

"How did you meet?"

─── Bodyguard!Bucky x F!Reader x Bodyguard!Winter Soldier ── 𝐏 + 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Parading richness and wealth was the name of the game. But when Bucky spies an old friend in the crowd, things take a turn that you least expected.

🔥 𝐀 𝐅𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐦𝐚𝐧

"How did you meet?"

─── Farmer!Husband!Bucky x Wife!F!Reader ── 𝐅 + 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

To foster and encourage growth, you had to first begin with a seed ― a start of a new life, the beginnings of a story. It was similar to how you met your husband if only a little unorthodox, but who were you to question a newfound tradition?

🔥 𝐀 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐤

"How did you meet?"

─── Lumberjack!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Luck and fate often went hand in hand ― it was no different on that very first day that you met Bucky. The moment he walked into your haven was the moment that everything changed. You gained a best friend, and something much, much more.

🔥 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

Somnophilia

─── Firemen!Stucky x F!Reader ── 𝐏 + 𝐅 + 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

The urge, while powerful and all-consuming most of the time, never burned this hot. It was always temperable, until it wasn’t ― and there was one way to make it better, it was just a good thing that a certain someone was just as much of a trouble maker as you were.

🔥 𝐑𝐮𝐧, 𝐊𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐤, 𝐑𝐮𝐧

Spanking

─── Mafia!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 + 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

To run from the devil was a dangerous game, but to run from the lone wolf was a whole ‘nother feat ― and you were game enough to anger the both of them.

🔥 𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭

Somnophilia

─── Mechanic!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 + 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

There was an unspoken habit of yours that you seemed to continuously exploit at Bucky’s expense ― at least this time, it ended in something that would have you squeezing your thighs together at the very memory.

🔥 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧

Massage

─── Biker!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Few dared to cross such a dangerous man ― not when they would end up on the wrong end of the barrel of Bucky’s gun, but not you. You were the one that toed the line, broke it, and it was just what he needed.

🔥 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧

Bath

─── Bodyguard!Bucky x F!Reader x Bodyguard!Winter Soldier ── 𝐏 + 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Coming down from a high was oftentimes the best moment you would ever share with your wolves, because they knew just how to take care of and pamper their girl.

🔥 𝐀 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

Massage

─── Lumberjack!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Intuition was something that every woman grew to trust, and when it told you that something was wrong with your loveable, charitable idiot, you knew that it was right. You just had to take matters into your own hands and slow the mountain of a man down ― bring him back to earth in the best way you knew how.

🔥 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲

Bath

─── Artist!Bucky x Mafia!F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

There were times when the Queen had to rest her crown, the weight of it too heavy to bear, and your artist knew just how to mend and heal the fibres and sinew of your soul, refreshing your canvas to better tackle another day.

🔥 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬

Massage

─── Nurse!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐀 + 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Bucky’s hands were a marvel. They worked tirelessly to care for those in need and you had seen and experienced it firsthand, for which you were always grateful for ― it was just this once that you needed them, as badly as you needed the air in your lungs.

🔥 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐝

Red

─── Personal Trainer!Bucky x F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Bucky had constructed a fairly easy regime and routine for you to follow, and one day, you decided to challenge what he had set.

🔥 𝐒𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬, 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬

Yellow

─── Pornstar!Bucky x Innocent!F!Reader ── 𝐀 + 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

It was a curse, being so new to things Bucky could and would show you, but when it got the better of you, he was there to hold you above the waves ― where you were safe.

🔥 𝐇𝐞𝐞𝐥

"Who's my ___?"

─── Bodyguard!Bucky x F!Reader x Bodyguard!Winter Soldier ── 𝐏 + 𝐅 + 𝐒 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Bringing the wolves to heel was not an easy task. It was a blessing, however, where one went, the other followed.

🔥 𝐅𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬

Beefcake

─── Firemen!Stucky x F!Reader ── 𝐏 + 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

There was an unconventional way that both Steve and Bucky passed the time, and you were about to find out just how mischievous the pair could be.

🔥 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠

Booktok

─── Modern!Bucky x Writer!F!Reader ── 𝐅 ─ 𝐀𝐎𝟑

Bucky had always been willing to help you with your dreams, and it just so happened that you need to experience something first hand in order to write it effectively ― it was just a shock at how far Bucky was willing to take it.

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pretty when you cry - chapter five

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*originally posted to @bellareadsandrecs on 02/23/22*

pairing: dark!biker!bucky x curvy!reader (dark!soulmate au)

warnings: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat. assault. panic attack. anxiety. violence. injury. mentions of blood. if i’m missing anything please let me know!! 18+ ONLY.

words: 4.5k

notes: i’m so glad you guys are enjoying this series so far. thank you for the reblogs and comments and feedback, it makes me so happy to read your reactions and thoughts!! i love and appreciate you guys so much 💘

This is a DARK series!!! Please proceed with abundant caution.

“Someone’s in a hurry,”

“Move.”

“That’s not very polite, honey. Why don’t you try asking again, nicely.”

“Get the fuck out of my way,” you spoke through clenched teeth before his hands grabbed your arms, keeping you in place. “Get off me,” you bit as you tried to get out of his grasp as he pulled you outside. The street was pretty desolate for a Saturday night and left the two of you alone outside the bar.

“Still with those bad manners, I really thought Bucky’d fucked the attitude right out of you,” he said as he invaded your space even more and continued to tower over you.

You looked at him in shock at the words he just spoke. Your mouth was agape as you tried to take a breath and not give him the reaction he so clearly wanted. Though, you clearly didn’t do too great of a job at that from the telling smirk that spread across his lips.

“Oh, you didn’t think I knew? Buck and I, we go way back, since we were kids. We tell each other everything,”

You could feel the anger ignite within you as he spoke. “Aw, how sweet,” you said, voice dripping with sarcasm. “You two do make a really cute couple,”

You couldn’t help yourself from making the snide remark, even with the threatening look in his dark blue eyes. And then you could feel the anger now radiating off of him and it was making your skin crawl. There was no one around now, and you felt trapped. You felt really scared, actually. This was way different than how you had felt with Bucky the day before when he had done the same thing. Right now, you felt like you might be in danger, real danger.

Steve looked like he wanted to hurt you. His grip on your arms was bruising, and you felt slight relief as he let go of them for a moment, but then with his near full force, Steve shoved you harshly against the brick wall of the bar, you winced as the air was knocked right out of your lungs before, your head met the brick with a harsh crack as he lunged forward and growled in your face. His strength was comparable to that of Bucky’s, and he moved so swiftly, the impact of your body hitting the wall felt almost instantaneous with the hit to your head. You squeezed your eyes shut and reached behind you to feel your scalp. You heard a ringing in your ears and didn’t realize until he pulled away from you that it was his phone going off. You groaned slightly at the thumping of your head and when you pulled your hand away, you brought it to your face and saw blood on your palm.

“Son of a bitch,” you muttered with another pained groan.

The sound of Steve talking caught your attention and you thought you could hear yelling coming from the other end of the line. Steve had turned slightly as he spoke roughly to whoever had called him.

“Calm down, man. She’s fine. For now,” he said, turning around and glaring at you as he spoke the last two words. You swallowed thickly as you watched him continue his conversation. You thought briefly about running for your car while he seemed to be distracted from you - but your keys were in your bag that you not so conveniently dropped when you were shoved against the wall. There was no way you could grab it and get to your car before Steve would be able to stop you, not with the speed he so effortlessly moved at. You weren’t able to really follow the call he was on, what with the pounding still happening in your head, but you did catch the end of it before Steve returned his attention to you.

“I’m not promising she’ll get there unharmed with that attitude she can’t seem to shake, but she’ll get there so relax. And don’t kill the kid, he’s our top prospect. He’s growin’ on me.”

You watched him slide his phone back in his pocket as he turned on you once again.

“Don’t be dramatic. You’re fine,” he said gruffly as he saw the blood on your hand.

Your eyes snapped to him and you felt the anger surging through you once again, refusing to bite your tongue despite being shown just how easy it was to push him to violence.

“Yeah, no fucking thanks to you.”

In the blink of an eye, he was on you again. His harsh grip now on your jaw as he spit at you.

“Watch how you talk to me, doll face. Or you’re really gonna get yourself hurt.” he spoke before pushing your face away. “Let’s go,” he ordered as he reached down to grab your bag off the ground, shoving it into your chest.

“I’m not going anywhere with you,” you said as you grabbed your bag and searched for your keys. “I’m going home.” Your heart started to race as you began thinking back to the parts you heard of the conversation Steve had just had. Where exactly was he going to be making sure you went? Why was he even here in the first place. And where was Peter? You suddenly couldn’t focus as your breathing became hollow and ragged. You willed yourself to calm down but when Steve’s rough hands found your face again, any attempt at calm you had been making went out the window. He stared at you with a harsh guarded look in his eyes, but when you couldn’t hold eye contact with him and started to hyperventilate, he rolled his eyes, and though you couldn’t see it, they softened just the slightest. “Calm down. Breath. Slowly,” he instructed with a rough edge evident in his voice as he placed a hand on your chest and breathed with you until you calmed down the slightest. His phone was ringing again and he moved back away from you and allowed you some distance. “You are going home. I’m just here to make sure you get there. Buck didn’t want you waiting on Peter all night,” he said before answering the call.

“What now?” he said and you listened closely to see if you could hear the response on the other end.

Loud and clear you hear a growl emit from the phone as Bucky spoke angrily.

“What the fuck are you doing to her?” He roared and your heart rate started to pick back up, but not with fear or panic this time.

“Will you calm the fuck down, Bucky. I told you she’s fine.”

“Bull fucking shit, Rogers,”

You couldn’t help the upward twitch of your lips as Steve rolled his eyes and sighed heavily, “She’s heading to her car right now,” he said as he shot you another glare. “It’s not my fault the girl has a panic attack every five fucking seconds. But, she’s fine, she’ll be fine. I’m gonna follow her on my bike, and then I’m going to Nat’s and you’re gonna stop bugging me tonight.”

“Yeah, I’m sure you had nothing to do with that, right?” he snarked. “If you hurt her, I’m gonna kick your ass, Steve.”

“I’m sure you’ll try,” he scoffed. “That ended so well for both of us last time,” he chuckled.

“I had you and you know it,” you could almost hear the smile on Bucky’s lips as he laughed with his friend, the shift in both of their tones giving you whiplash. “Just text me before you leave when she gets there,”

“How long are you planning on being at the garage?”

“I’m almost done here. Shouldn’t be too long,”

“Make sure Peter gets his shit back. He’s got a job in the morning,”

“Yeah. He fucks that up and it’s on you. I still don’t like him,” Bucky grumbled as Steve started to walk to his bike. He waved his hand toward your car as he stared at you, annoyance clear on his face at the fact that you were still standing there. He turned and continued walking to his ride as he spoke.

“You don’t like him because you can’t see anything past this girl. How was he supposed to know she was off limits if you didn’t tell anyone? All you told them was to watch the diner, not that they were there to watch her,” you felt weird hearing that. You decided not to make Steve wait any longer for you to get to your car and you also didn’t think you wanted to hear any more of the conversation. Your head was hurting from the harsh collision with the brick wall and you just wanted to get home and shower, wash the blood out of your hair, and sleep. Well, maybe not sleep. There was a strong possibility that you had a concussion.

You tried to think as you walked to your car. It now made sense why those guys had suddenly been showing up at the diner all the time, Bucky had ordered them to. Ever since that night? You couldn’t pin down how you felt about that. Or how Steve said you were “off limits”. That Bucky couldn’t see anything past you. Something deep down in you felt at ease at the information. It felt like some kind of connection was tingling awake within you. It had been for weeks. Some kind of primal comfort settled over you. Bucky had been looking out for you. Your rational mind, though, had other thoughts. Who was he to be so all over you? He didn’t even know you. And if you needed protection from anyone, it was him and his pretty boy bestie. He had no right to try and stake any kind of claim over you. Acting as if you were all animals and he had marked you as his. His behavior was gross and dangerous. You knew that. It wasn’t something you could argue, it wasn’t an opinion, it was a fact. He was dangerous.

You climbed into your car and only started it when the roar of Steve’s bike startled you as he revved the engine impatiently waiting for you to start the drive to your house. You found yourself upset once again. If Bucky cared so much, why would he have Steve come by. He was volatile and short tempered. You would have been home by now, uninjured, if it wasn’t for him. Your head throbbed once again as you drove down the winding street leading you home. Bucky didn’t care, you concluded. Maybe he cared for you as an object, just another thing for him to claim as his, to have power over. But not for you as a person. And how could you expect him to? He didn’t know you and you didn’t know him. All you knew was what he showed you. And he hasn’t shown you anything but aggression, possessiveness, and lechery.

When you got home, after shutting off your car, you slammed your door, shooting daggers at Steve as he stalled in front of your house, waiting for you to go inside as you stomped your way to the front door, promptly slamming it shut and locking it after walking inside. You threw your bag and keys on the couch as you went straight to the bathroom to shower.

As you stood under the comfort of the warm running water, you gently began rinsing the blood from your hair. It wasn’t too bad, but head wounds all bleed worse than others. You felt the hard knot forming on your skull and tried not to wince as you ran your hands through your hair. Your head hurt. Your body hurt. But you could handle the pain. That physical, explainable, tangible, pain. You could take it. What you couldn’t take, was the inexplicable hurt that was emitting from your heart. The desperate longing for comfort. And fuck you for only thinking of Bucky. Since when was he someone you thought of when in need of comfort? Since when did you think of anyone when you needed comforting. Of course you had Eva, but you mostly dealt with your emotions on your own. You were never the type who liked to depend on others. You had you and that was always enough. So why didn’t it feel like enough now? You cursed yourself as you felt tears welling in your eyes, and despite your best efforts, they began to stream down your face as you tried to self soothe.

Thirty minutes later you were standing in your bedroom drying off your body and pulling on your black crop tank top and shorts pj set. You went looking for your hair brush, needing to brush it through before it dried tangled and caused you more pain. It was in your hands when your phone rang. Looking at the screen as your phone laid on your dresser, the caller id read “Maybe: Peter”. It was the number you had been texting earlier. Your brows furrowed. Why the hell was he calling now. You reached to answer but hesitated. Was this even Peter? You couldn’t be sure. But you wanted to know. If it was, you’d hopefully be given an answer as to what happened tonight.

You answered the phone with a soft, “Hello,” and waited for the caller to respond.

“Heya, sweetheart,” Bucky responded smoothly.

You took a sharp breath in before slowly exhaling, “Have I been texting you all day?”

“I told you you weren’t going out with Peter, I don’t know why you’re so surprised. I thought you’d have figured that out sooner,” he mused before continuing. “I was gonna let it go, the whole situation, but I thought better of that when you responded to my text, thinking it was Peter, agreeing to dinner after I told you you wouldn’t be going out with him. Didn’t want you waiting some place on a boy who wasn’t going to show up, so I figured keeping you at the bar until I was finished with him was the best course of action.

Wasn’t planning on it taking so long, but I had to get the message across to the boys that from now on anything you do or don’t do is my business. And my concern whether you want it to be or not,”

Him and his goddamn messages, you thought. “What do you mean? What did you do?”

“Nothing that’d upset you too much, no need to worry about it.”

“Bucky, wh-what is wrong with you?” you asked exasperated. “Peter didn’t do anything. We were going to meet up as friends. And why do you care anyway? Why won’t you just leave me alone?”

“I tried leaving you alone, I really did. But I just can’t seem to get you out of my head. There’s this pull. And I know you feel it, sweetheart,” he said. Suddenly, you heard your back door open and close. You uttered a “god damn it,” under your breath and heard him chuckle on the end of the line before he hung up. You dropped your towel and set your brush down before leaving your room. You were surprised that he didn’t immediately come find you. In fact, you had to walk to your kitchen to find him rifling through your cabinets.

“Get out,” you instructed sharply.

“You need to start locking that door, doll. I already told you, it’s not safe.” he said.

“Oh, right, because my safety is of the highest priority for you, huh?” you snarked. “And I do lock it. It, the lock - or the bolt - I don’t know, it’s loose,” you added with a grumble now avoiding his harsh glare at you.

He walked up to you as you cast your gaze to the floor. You didn’t move an inch as he approached. He tilted your chin up to meet his eye.

As his thumb gently caressed your cheek, he asked, “Do you believe what they say about soulmates?”

You tried to turn your head away from his touch, “Wh- I- No. No, I don’t. You need to leave,” you said as you pushed away from him.

“I didn’t either. Thought it was a load of bullshit. Never met anyone I believed when they claimed it to be true. Have you?”

“No.”

“No,” he hummed. “You know they say in a true connection, there’s a sort of sixth sense that connects you to your soulmate. One of you can feel when the other is in danger or distress, and there’s an instinctual need between the both of you to be around one another. Comfort each other. Be with each other, no matter what. They also say for the other that it’s impossible to physically harm your soulmate with intention. So why don’t you do me a favor, sweetheart,” he said as he reached for your hand and formed it into a fist, then brought it up while maintaining eye contact with you. “Hit me,” he said.

You furrowed your brow as you stared at him. “Wh-what?” you stuttered out.

“Hit me.” he said sternly. “Come on, now, you know you want to,” he taunted before letting you drop your hand.

You grit your teeth as you clenched your fist harder. But you made no move to hit him, you were sure a punch from you across his jaw would probably just feel like a tickle to him, but you still couldn’t will yourself to do it. You only managed to stare at him as you struggled internally.

“That’s what I thought,” he whispered as he grabbed your fist, relaxing your hand and bringing it to his lips where he placed a kiss. “You can’t, can you?

At first, I thought maybe I was going soft. All these feelings I keep having since I met you, I didn’t know where they were coming from. But I thought about it, and kept thinking about it. Keep thinking about you. And then I realized, these feelings aren’t mine. They’re yours. I can feel every time you’re in distress, which is often,”

“Which is often, because of you,” you interrupted.

“That night at the bar, I felt something was wrong, that’s why I went outside. That’s when I saw you with your hands all over my bike,” he laughed, “Funny how things work out,”

“You call this working out?” you bit.

“I felt you tonight, too. What happened?” he asked, ignoring your remark.

“Please don’t act like you care. You don’t even know me. You fucked me once and then, what, started stalking me? Getting people to watch me while I’m at work. Sending your lunatic guard dog to follow me home tonight like some fucked up security detail. You don’t just get to decide to take over my life, okay. I can go where I want to go, and I can do what I want to do with whoever I want. You don’t get to claim I’m yours or that I’m “off limits”. I am not yours.” you ranted at him while he stared at you unfazed.

“We’re soulmates, pretty girl. Why do you think I’m here right now? I felt you having yet another freak out, in fact, I can still feel you freaking out. So you need to calm down, relax. Tell me what happened earlier.” He said while he moved in closer to you, making you back up into the living room, your backside eventually meeting the back of the couch and stopping you from moving further away from him.

“Relax? You want me to relax? All you’ve done since we met is threaten, insult, and assault me. And I’m supposed to be relaxed around you now just because - what- we’re soulmates? No. No, that’s not how that works, asshole.” Bucky just smiled in response.

“I was wrong about you, wasn’t I. You don’t pretend to be a good girl. No, you pretend to be tougher than you really are. But you’re soft. Fragile. Innocent. I’ve never been the mushy type, but there’s obviously a reason why I’m the one who can sense when you’re in need and not the other way around. You need to be protected, doll. You need me.”

“The only thing I need protection from is you.”

“Well, that’s not true. I’m not gonna hurt you, sweetheart. I’d never dream of it,”

“Are you just trying to be funny or are you really that deluded?”

“I’m not gonna hurt you, again - is that better?”

“No,” you growled incredulously.

“What if I said I was sorry?”

“You’re not sorry. If we weren’t soulmates, you would have forgotten all about me by now.”

“But we are soulmates. We were made to love each other. It would’ve happened one way or another,”

“Love?” you laughed humorlessly. “So much for not being the mushy type,”

“You’re being real mean, sweetheart. I’m trying to-”

“I don’t care what you’re trying to do, Bucky. You think this is okay, any of this, really? Soulmate or not, you assaulted me and I quite literally couldn’t do a damn thing about it. I’m just supposed to let that go? What kind of person does that to someone, huh? How are you expecting me to be okay with this? To want this?” You could feel the pressure at the back of your skull pounding once again as you got more worked up but tried to ignore it.

“I don’t really think either of us have a choice. I feel you and you feel me, I know you do. This isn’t gonna just go away. You’re mine, sweetheart. And I’m yours whether you want me or not.”

“Or not.”

“So you keep saying. But I gotta be honest, I don’t really believe that to be true.”

“I want you to leave. Right now,” you said as you tensed at the pain growing ten fold in your head.

“I know you’re angry,” he said softly as he nuzzled into the crook of your neck while you huffed and puffed like an insolent child. “But I need you to know that I never would have done what I did if we didn’t have this connection, Y/N. I saw you that night and from the second we locked eyes, I knew I was fucked. All night I had you on my mind. And all the next day. You were driving me crazy. I couldn’t think about anything, anyone, else. I tried so hard to fight it, I swear, I did. Felt like you were taking over my every thought and I - fuck - I’ve never felt this way before. Ever,” he whispered as he pulled away from your neck to look you in the eyes. “I don’t know, I just thought I could get you out of my head. Have you and then get over it. But that didn’t work out too well for me. Just made everything so much more intense.”

“That doesn’t make it okay. You hurt me,” you whispered back. He nodded softly in agreement before he spoke again.

“I’m sorry,”

“That doesn’t make it okay, either. And I know this isn’t just going to go away. I know that. But that doesn’t place any kind of obligation on either of us to just suddenly be in love and be together.”

“Obligation?”

“I remember every word you said to me. You don’t really want me. You pinched my stomach and said I wasn’t your type. Being soulmates doesn’t change that.,”

“I know what I said. I was just trying to convince myself that I didn’t want you- need you- as badly as I do. It was a dick move.”

“Yeah, it was a dick move - and you’re always a dick. And I’m not just magically going to get over it,” you continued as he wrapped his arms around you and returned to nestling into your neck as you felt a tear slip down your cheek. You hadn’t even noticed you had started to cry, but when you moved to wipe the tear away, Bucky looked up to you.

“Don’t cry, sweetheart,” he uttered as he placed a gentle kiss on your cheek.

“I need you - to go.. please.”

“Okay. I’ll go. Just tell me what happened tonight,” he bargained. It was quiet for a moment before you spoke.

“You could feel it, hm? That’s why you called him?” you questioned as you refused to look into the dark depths of his cerulean eyes. He was still close, so close. Too close for comfort. But fuck, that wasn’t true, because it was comforting. You saw him nod from the corner of your eye and felt the movement against your neck as you stared down at your feet. “The first time or the second?” you breathed.

“Both.” he said with a strained voice. You could feel him growing agitated, though you knew it wasn’t at you. You recalled the way he spoke to Steve earlier on the phone and for a second, you thought, maybe. Maybe he does care.

“The first time, he shoved me into the wall outside the bar,” you swallowed. “Knocked the wind out of me and hit my head.” You answered as he clenched his jaw tightly, and moved away from your neck, standing to his full height, towering over you as you stayed where you were against the couch, his arms still wrapped around you keeping you close to his body.

“The second time, I think I just had a panic attack. I didn’t know what he was there for, and I couldn’t.. focus with the pounding and I, I just started panicking,” you admitted quietly, though you didn’t know why, that’s not something you’d ever tell anyone. You hated talking about your attacks and it was bad enough when they happened in front of other people, you didn’t really tell anyone else if you didn’t need to. He just nodded his head in understanding and then moved his hands up to hold your head. You winced as he touched the knot growing on the back of your skull, still not looking at him.

He moved away from the bump and started gently running his hands through your still damp hair, untangling some of the knots with his fingers before leaning down and placing a kiss on the top of your head.

“He won’t hurt you again, doll. I promise,” he said as he raised your chin to make you meet his eye. He caressed your cheek before he pulled away, heading to the back door. “Have a good night, y/n.”

You sat there with your lips parted in a goodbye before snapping them shut with the closing of the door behind Bucky’s exit. Why is everything so confusing? Why couldn’t this just be simple. Sweet. Like you imagined it would be as a little girl before giving up on the idea of ever meeting your soulmate. Hell, before you gave up on the idea that you even had a soulmate to begin with.

You knew that Bucky was no knight in shining armor. If anything he was a villain.The one you needed saving from. Logically. But your heart and mind were at war with each other and the logical side of you was losing.

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