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spookycherryblossoms · 3 years ago

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Best friends? Nah.

Summary: Classic best friends don’t realize feelings for each other until someone points it out.

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: biker!bucky, Swearing, drinking, smoking of joint, and SMUT MINORS DNI. 18+ only! (Fingering, oral [f receiving] unprotected sex [wrap yourself and be safe!] Also I'm new to writing smut so sorry if it's shit) I think that’s all but maybe not?

A/N: I have plans for this reader (we will call her Baby) and biker!Bucky. If you’d like to see more of them, let me know (:

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“Here comes trouble…” Steve mutters from behind the bar, pouring some red wine in a glass for his girl, Peggy. They had been a thing for almost a year and he had never been happier. Steve watched as Bucky’s hand immediately goes to his holster but Steve shakes his head with a chuckle, “Not that kind of trouble Buck, look.” He nods towards the window

Bucky follows Steve’s gaze and sees you jumping out of your jeep, a big smile on your face as you started walking towards the clubhouse. He grins and immediately starts running out to meet you, “Baby!” He calls out to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and picking you up, “Missed you.”

“Oh my god, he knows how to smile. Didn’t know he knew how to do that.” Clint said as he watched Bucky pick you up in his arms and spin you around with that silly grin on his face.

“Only for her.” Steve said with a smile.

Peggy looks up at Steve, “Is that his girlfriend?”

Steve shook his head, “Nope. That’s his best friend.”

“I thought you were his best friend.”

“I am,” Steve huffed out, “But that’s his best friend. Buck and I grew up with her and those two have always been close. Haven’t seen her in a few years though.”

Bucky brings you in, his arm draped around your shoulder, “Everybody, this is Y/N.” He said, gesturing to you as you put on a smile and give everybody a little wave with the wiggle of your fingers, “Baby, this is everybody.” He said over to you, then gestures towards Steve, “You already know Steve.”

You narrow your eyes at the tall blonde, “Is Steve hiding behind his bigger doppelgänger?” You tease.

Steve chuckles and walks around the bar to walk up to you and give you a hug, “Shut up.”

You laugh and push him back, “I’m serious, Stevie. I used to be taller than you now your like a sky scraper.” You tell him then shrug, “Ah well, you’ll always be that scrawny kid that I had to patch up after you and Bucky picked fights you weren’t going to win.”

Steve chuckles at the memories. The two had shown up on your parents’ doorstep more than they’d like to admit, beaten to a pulp after picking fights with the town bullies, but now everybody would think twice about messing with them. He walks back over to Peggy, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her to his side, “Y/N, this is Peggy.”

You smile over at Peggy, “Nice to meet ya! I’m glad Steve finally found his better half.”

Peggy smiles and looks up to Steve, “I like her.”

Bucky demanded there be a round of shots for everybody due to your surprise arrival, and then another round, and another until loud music was playing and you were dancing with Bucky, your arms wrapped around the back of his neck and his hands on your hips while both of you sang off key.

Eventually you two drifted over to the bar, sitting on the stools next to each other and joking about things from the past. You raise an eyebrow when a too skinny blonde in a skimpy outfit came up, running her fingers up Bucky’s tattooed left arm.

Bucky rolls his eyes and looks at the blonde, “What do you want, Ila?” Ila smiles brightly at him, “Just wanted to see if you need anything,” She said before leaning close and whispering in his ear, “Anything at all. I can help you out.”

Bucky sighs and leans away from her, “Little busy, Ila.” He hissed out to her, gesturing over towards you who waved at her.

“But, Bucky,” Ila whined, “You invited me here.”

“I didn’t invite you, you just follow whatever wears leather. Go find another dick to suck.” Bucky growls out to her which was enough to make Ila frown and scamper off to find another member of the club to hang off of.

You raise an eyebrow at him before smiling, “Bucky!” You whine, mimicking Ila before laughing.

“Shut up, baby.” Bucky says with a smile, grabbing the bottle of whiskey and pouring you each a shot.

“This is weird.” Natasha says to Steve, sitting at the bar watching you and Bucky so close to each other. Nobody has ever seen Bucky so happy as he was with you, even when he had the one night stands he was never as charming and happy as he was right now with you, “They seem like a couple.”

Steve shrugs, taking another sip of his beer as he pulled Peggy closer to him, “They’ve always been like that,” He replies, “Even named his bike after her.”

Natasha looks over at Steve, “That’s why his bike is named ‘Baby?’” She asks with an eyebrow raised.

“Yeah, it’s a miracle he actually introduced her by her actual name. He usually just introduces her as Baby.” Steve said, looking over at you and Bucky who were laughing, “It was the first thing he called her and now it’s just her name to him. You wanna see something funny?”

“Always.” Natasha said with a smile.

Steve grins and looks over to Sam, “Hey Sam! Come here!” He watches as Sam comes over to him, “Y/N is single, go take your shot.”

Sam smiles and looks over at you where you were now sitting at the bar as you downed another shot of whiskey with Bucky, “Thanks for lookin’ out, man.” He said to Steve before making his way over to the other side of you. He smiles and gives you a look over, “Hey, I’m Sam.”

You smile over at Sam, “Hi, Sam.” You say and tilt your head at him, batting your eyelashes in a flirtatious matter.

Sam looks over to Bucky who was narrowing his eyes between you and him before focusing back on you, “Wanna play some pool with me? We can team up against Steve and Peggy.”

Bucky frowns over at Sam and before you could answer, he grabbed onto the leg of your stool and pulls you closer to him before wrapping an arm around your shoulder and practically pulling you into his lap, “She’s mine, birdbrain. Scram!” He growls out.

Natasha joined Steve in laughter, shaking her head, “Oh my god, it’s so obvious they’re in love with each other.” She says over to Steve, “How have they not gotten together?”

Steve shrugs as he watches Sam go to the pool table, “Don’t know, both oblivious dumbasses I guess. They even have matching tattoos though. His name is on her hip and he has ‘Baby’ tattooed on his ribs.”

Natasha narrows her eyes over at the two of you, “Something has to be done.”

“Nat, just leave it alone.” Steve warns.

“When have I ever left something alone?” Natasha said to him, setting her beer on the table before standing and walking over to you and Bucky, her eyes flickering between the two of you.

Bucky looks over at the redhead curiously, “What are you doing Nat?” He asks, his own eyes narrowing at her, trying to figure out what was going on in her head.

“You two are weird.” Natasha said, “You guys really aren’t a couple?”

You chuckle and shake your head, “Nope, just friends.” You tell her, nudging Bucky and giving him a smile which he returned.

“Uh-huh,” Natasha said, nodding slowly, “I don’t believe that. You two have never…?”

“Nope.” Bucky said with a smile over to Natasha.

“Not even a kiss?” Natasha asks, raising an eyebrow.

“It’s not like that, Nat.” Bucky defends, picking up his glass of whiskey and taking a small sip.

Natasha nods slowly again, “So you’re telling me if you two,” She said, pointing between Bucky and you, “Kissed right now, it’d mean nothing?”

“Nope.” You reply with a smile.

“Nothing at all.” Bucky agrees with a nod.

Natasha smiles, “Prove it. If there’s nothing to worry about, it should just be kiss between friends, right?”

Bucky shrugs, “Alright, you know I always like proving you wrong.” He said to her before turning to you. He lifts a hand to brush some hair behind your ear before cupping your cheek and leaning in. He kissed you softly, before pulling you closer and kissing you a little deeper.

You didn’t expect Bucky’s lips to be so soft compared to his calloused, rough hands but they were and the moment he kissed you again you kissed him back deeper than the first kiss. You slowly pulled away and your eyes fluttered open to meet his blue ones, letting out a small breath you hadn’t known you were holding.

“Uh oh.” Steve said from the couch beside Peggy as they watched.

Natasha’s eyes flickered between you and Bucky, waiting for something to happen. She could practically see the fireworks between the two of you, “Well?”

Bucky doesn’t look over at Natasha, just keeps staring at you like he’s actually seeing you for the first time. His heart was beating a million miles an hour. Maybe he had been denying his feelings for you and that kiss just lit it on aflame, “Nothing.” He says softly.

You nod slowly, your eyes slowly drifting away from Bucky’s gaze to Natasha, “Yeah, nothing. See? Just friends.” You tell her before pursing your lips together and glancing away.

Natasha rolls her eyes, “Oh yeah, that was sure nothin’.” She says before walking away to sit back next to Steve and Peggy.

Now things were awkward, you and Bucky were avoiding eye contact like if you looked at each other again, you would have to face what just happened between the two of you. You clear your throat and stand up, “I’m gonna go smoke.” You tell him before heading for the door, walking out into the dark, cool night and pinching the bridge of your nose, “Ah, shit.”

Steve sighs and looks at Natasha, “See,” He said, gesturing over to Bucky, “You ruined it.”

“It’s not my fault they’re both idiots that can’t admit when they’re wrong.” Natasha defends, picking her beer bottle back up and taking a sip.

Ila took the opportunity to put on a grin and walk over to Bucky, sitting on his lap and wrapping her arms around the back of his neck, “You can kiss me like that anytime, Bucky. Why don’t we go to your room?”

Bucky groans and puts his palm on Ila’s face, pushing her away from him and onto the floor, “Shut up, whore.” He muttered out before standing and wondering off to his room.

You pull out your cigarette carton, pulling out not a cigarette, but a joint instead. You place it between your lips and light it up, desperate to feel anything other than the feeling of Bucky’s lips on yours. That couldn’t be real, right? The spark you felt when he kissed you, it must’ve been the alcohol. You look over when you hear the door open, seeing Steve looking over at you, “Wanna drag?” You ask, holding the joint out to him.

Steve shook his head with a smile, shoving his hands in his pockets, “You coming back in?”

You shook your head, “Nah, I think I’ve had enough whiskey and partying for one night. I’m going to walk back to my hotel.” You tell him, pushing yourself off the wall you were leaning on.

“I’ll give you a ride, I haven’t drank that much.” Steve offers, gesturing over to Peggy’s red car that sat in the lot, “Besides, Buck would kill me if I let you walk home alone.”

“Alright.” You nod, following him over to the car and slipping into the passenger seat after discarding your joint. The car ride was silent, which you were thankful for. Steve knew when you didn’t want to talk but you could tell he wanted to. Once he pulled up to the small hotel you were staying at, you give him a smile, “Thanks for the ride, Stevie. See you later.” You tell him before slipping out of the car. You fumble through your jacket pocket to find the key to your room as you walk to it then slipped inside and just collapsed on the bed with an irritated groan.

Bucky wasn’t doing much better than you were. He was laying on his bed, staring at the ceiling as he processed things through his mind. You had always been there for him, and the more he thought about it, the more he picked out things he loves about you. The way you laugh, the way you smile (especially towards him), the way you’d tease him and he would tease you back. For the love of god, he had his nickname for you tattooed on him as you did his nickname. He had always been protective of you and you lit him up like he was gasoline and you were his fire. He didn’t even need to drink to be drunk on happiness when he was around you. And maybe, just maybe, he has always been in love with you and too blind to see it. Bucky couldn’t hear commotion outside anymore and his buzz from the whiskey had worn off. He sighs and pulls himself off the bed, grabbing his leather jacket on the way out of his room where he passed Steve, “Hey, is she still here?”

Steve stops his pace to his own room where Peggy was waiting and shook his head, “Nah, took her back to her hotel a while ago.”

Bucky sighs and runs a hand through his hair, “Which hotel?”

Steve smiles a little and folds his arm, “I knew you loved her.”

“Shut up.” Bucky groans out, “Just tell me which hotel.”

“The Sunset Motel down the street,” Steve confessed, “Room four from the looks of it.”

“Thanks,” Bucky says before turning on his heels and walking towards the front to exit the clubhouse. He noticed your keys on the counter still and snatched them on his way, opting to drive your jeep instead of your bike so he could leave it there for you in case things didn’t pan out the way he was hoping.

You had passed out on your bed immediately after changing into pajamas and brushing your teeth, your face smushed into the flat pillow. A nonstop knock on your door woke you up with another irritated groan as you walk over to the door, “Keep your dick in your pants, I’m coming.” You yell through the door, unlatching the locks and opening it to see Bucky staring at you, “Bucky, what’re you doing here?”

Bucky stares at you for a moment, taking you in as if it was the first time he was actually seeing you before taking a quick stride forward and cupping the back of your neck with one hand while the other rested on your hip, pressing a desperate kiss to your lips before pulling away and looking down at you, “Say it was nothing and I’ll go.” He whispers to you.

You were surprised that he kissed you, but that didn’t stop you from bringing your hands to his chest as your fingers curled around his dark shirt. You open your eyes and look up at him as he whispered to you, “It wasn’t nothing.”

That’s all Bucky needed to hear, pressing another passionate kiss to your lips as he backed you up into your hotel room, kicking the door shut behind him. His tongue traced your bottom lip, begging for your lips to part until they did and his tongue danced against yours as he pushed you back onto the bed, crawling over on top of you. He pulled away for a moment, admiring how you looked under him and it made him smile, “God, you’re pretty, baby.”

“Not so bad yourself, Bucky.” You smile up to him, grabbing onto the edges of his jacket and attempting to push it down his arms, “But you’re wearing too many clothes.”

Bucky stands up and strips the jacket off, throwing it over onto the small couch that sat beside the closed window, “So are you, gorgeous. Start strippin, I wanna see my name on you.” He purrs out, peeling his shirt off before kicking off his shoes as he started to unlatch his belt.

You nod to him and pull off your shirt before lifting your hips to slip the sleep shorts off of you, leaving you bare except for the red laced underwear you wore. You look over Bucky’s body as he pulled his pants off, leaving him in some tight boxer briefs that didn’t leave much to the imagination.

Bucky looked down at you almost naked in front of him, licking his lips at the sight. He wanted to devour you, and he would get to that, but first he wanted to kiss all the parts of you that were now his. His eyes traced down your body until he saw the tattoo of his name sprawled across your left hip in pretty, black cursive writing. He slowly leaned down over you, kissing the ink on your left hip gently before peering up to you as his hand slowly pulled your underwear down, “So pretty, baby.” He whispers as he gently kisses down your hips, spreading your legs apart for him to feast his eyes on your already wet him, “God damn beautiful,” He murmured before licking a stripe up your folds, making you shiver and whimper above him with want, “And all mine.”

It wasn’t long until he was devouring between your legs, your body quivering with one leg up above resting on his shoulder to give him better vantage point, “Bucky..” You moan out, “‘M close.”

Bucky hummed in response, pulling away for a moment, “Fall apart for me, baby, I wanna see it.” He smirks before returning to suck on your clit, his tongue flicking against it. He presses two fingers into you with ease, scissoring and curling them until he found that spot that made your coil snap and release against him with a loud moan of his name.

Your body felt like fire as he feasted on you through your orgasm, shaking slightly as you claw at his scalp, trying to drag him up to you so you could kiss him. Eventually he detached his mouth from your dripping core, sliding up your body and giving you what you wanted. He presses his tongue into your mouth, causing you to moan softly into his mouth when you taste yourself on his tongue. You pull away and look up at him, wrapping your legs around his waist, “Need you, now.”

“I got you, doll.” Bucky smirks down to you, leaning up one one elbow while his other went down to grasp the base of his cock. He guided himself between your legs, sliding his shaft through your folds to get him all slick before positioning himself at your entrance. He pressed his lips to your shoulder, nipping at the skin there with a smile, “Ready, baby?”

“Just fuck me already,” You whimper out, needing to feel full of him.

“Your wish is my command, baby.” Bucky chuckles out against your skin before slowly sinking into you. He pulled back to watch your eyes flutter close at the feel of him, your lips parting in a silent moan until he was fully inside of you, “Fuck, so tight.” He groans out, his face falling into the crook of your neck with another groan of pleasure.

Your hands slowly slide their way up Bucky’s arms until their own his shoulders, digging into his skin, “Please move,” You beg out in a moan, wanting to feel all he had to offer you.

Bucky smirks against your skin, slowly pulling himself out of you before ramming back into you. He set a slow but rough pace as he fucked you, pulling his face away from your neck to watch your eyes roll back in pleasure at the feel of him, “You’re squeezin’ me baby, already close?” He grunts out, quickening his pace as he chased his own orgasm.

You nod, your body feeling like it was on fire. Words escaped you as you tumbled into ecstasy again, seeing stars behind your closed eyelids as you became a moaning mess beneath Bucky, your fingers digging into his shoulders and you were sure he would have resent scratches from the pressure but you didn’t care, he was too good. You felt Bucky’s thrust become uneven as you clenched down on him and with a loud grunt and groan, you felt him release his hot, sticky ropes inside of you which made you moan his name.

Bucky stilled in you for a moment, relishing in the feel of him inside of you. He kisses along your jaw until he met your lips, “So perfect.” He murmurs out against your lips before crawling off of you, watching you sigh at the loss of him inside you made him smirk to himself. He quickly went to the bathroom, bringing back a wet cloth and cleaning the both of you up before tossing it somewhere on the floor and crawling into the bed again, pulling you against him. He left soft kisses on your forehead, down your cheeks, and finally met your lips, lifting his hand to stroke your cheek softly with his thumb, “It may be soon, but I think I’ve always been in love with you.”

You smile and kiss him softly before running your fingers through his hair, “Well I think I may have always been in love with you too.” You tell him.

“Should’ve had you meet Natasha sooner.” Bucky chuckles, laying on his back and pulling you snug against him so your head could rest on his bare chest, “You’re all mine now though, and I’m never letting you go.”

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#Bucky Barnes #Biker Bucky Barnes #Bucky Barnes x Reader #nsfw

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spookycherryblossoms · 3 years ago

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Stunning

Summary: Bucky's girl needs some reassurance

Warnings: Basically just fluff, lil cheesy

AU: Biker!Bucky x reader

AN: Based off of this ask, a prompt from this list. Requests always open so feel free to request one or more

The day had been going good, tagging along with Bucky to a nearby diner to meet Steve and Sam.

But, the lingering looks and giggles from a group of friends that were directed at Bucky were making you shrink into the booth seat.

Tugging at the hem of your dress and crossing one leg over the other, you tried to hide more, feeling exposed.

Bucky put his arm around your shoulders and wedged his other hand between your thighs, pressing a kiss to your temple. "You ok?"

You just nodded and gave him a tight lipped smile, letting him pull you closer into his side.

When you got home was when Bucky could really tell that something was wrong. You had disappeared into the bathroom with clothes in your hand instead of changing in front of him like every other day.

"No, wait, that's too many clothes. What's wrong?" He frowned when he saw you dressed in one of his shirts and a pair of sweatpants. "I'm fine, Buck."

Sitting on the edge of the shared bed, he pulled you to straddle his thighs, his hands holding your lower back as he narrowed his eyes at you.

"You're a terrible liar, Sugar." He said raising his eyebrows. "Not lying." You shrugged, locking your fingers together at the back of his neck.

He slipped his hands under the back of your shirt and a small gasp passed your lips when you felt the cold metal of his left hand against your skin.

"Tell me." He prodded, pecking a kiss to your chin.

You sighed heavily and rolled your eyes at him. "I've come to the conclusion that you are out of my league." You mumbled, watching his eyebrows crease together.

"For starters, thats impossible. Why would you think that, when it's obviously the other way around?"

Breathing a dry laugh, you shook your head and moved your fingers down to fiddle with the dog tags that laid against his sturdy chest. "You're just saying that."

He squished your cheeks together to make you look at him. "This isn't a fight you wanna pick, pretty girl. I'll always win."

"You're the one who asked, not me."

He gave you a look that would've had anyone else slithering away in fear and you cocked an eyebrow at him. "Stop being mean to yourself."

You sighed and pulled his hands away from your cheeks. "Guys like you don't date girls like me, Buck." You said softly, resting your hands on his shoulders.

"Am I too scary? Is that why you're out of my league?" He said with faux angry face. "I mean handsome, charming and definitely not scary, men done go for- me."

"Handsome and charming not going for stunning and amazing? Doesn't make sense." He said, shaking his head before nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck.

His facial hair tickled your skin, making you laugh lightly and try to pull away from him. "Stop." You laughed when he wrapped his arms around you to hold you to him.

Bucky chuckled and lifted his head to look at you with a wide smile. "There's my pretty girl. Love that laugh."

He placed a soft kiss to your lips before looking at you with sparkling blue eyes. "Love every curve and inch of you. If I have to kiss you a million times to prove it I will."

#Bucky Barnes #Bucky Barnes x Reader #Biker Bucky Barnes

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spookycherryblossoms · 3 years ago

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all we are is skin and bone || b.b.

biker!Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

"Nothing safe is worth the drive and I will follow you, follow you home." - based on Treacherous by Taylor Swift

Wordcount: 2232

Warnings: alcohol, hinted at trauma for reader, depiction of a panic attack, rushed ending. slightly angsty fluff

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The faint smell of cigarette smoke, aged leather, and the fleeting brush of a heated gaze were what made up the bulk of her summer. In the juxtaposition of hot, searing sunlight against sweat-glistened skin, was the ever-present humidity as she learns to navigate this new setting; low ceilings of run-down suburbias, chipped picket fences on the outskirts of the big city, and him.

Meeting him had been a kaleidoscope of unfamiliar feelings. Moments of friction and boisterous laughter thick in the air, so much so that Y/N could feel herself slipping into the treacherous territory she had sworn off from the beginning.

Of course, the reluctance had been one-sided and the fault was entirely her own.

Moving to the quiet fringes of town had been a decisive move meant to give her back the long-lost agency she sought in her life; albeit a rash, poorly planned move, but a move nonetheless. A fresh start, away from all the shadows pulling her down.

Yet the day of the move, what sight would she be met with but the very embodiment of the darkness she had tried to escape. Rowdy voices, swaths of dark worn denim and inked skin, backed by the roaring engine of motorcycles upon motorcycles, mimicking an executioner line. And there he was, standing out from the crowd of bikers, holding a canister of beer, staring right into her eyes.

The real estate agent who had sold her the house, simply squealed pathetically, shoving the silver keys into her hands before dashing back to his car, tail between his legs.

It was as though the very demons she had been trying to escape had physically manifested into the form of her brooding neighbour with the unwavering gaze, whose name she later learned was James Barnes.

In his ripped Levi’s, white muscle tee, he reminded her of everything she wanted to escape.

So she turned around and closed the door.

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Presently, a year later, she sat comfortably in the shade of his garage, perched on the sturdy wood of his stained workbench, head ducked in the pages of The Art of War, narrowly avoiding hitting the shelf above her.

James, now more affectionately known as Bucky, was currently studying the innards of her cursed car, if it could even be referred to as such. In the stifling summer heat, his torso was bare and sunkissed, sheltered only by the lifted hood of her vehicle.

Subconsciously, she felt her eyes trace the contours of his skin, ending on the complex metal prosthetic that never failed to mesmerize her. There seems to be an unending number of panels and plates; no matter how many hours she spends familiarizing herself with it, there is always something new, something novel in the way it curves and refracts the sunlight. It is spellbinding.

Just like him.

“Y’know, you should really let me bring this into the shop,” he drawls, running his hand through the mess of locks that had long escaped the loose hair tie. He tilted his head, leaning against the beat-up vintage Chevy, grinning at her wandering gaze.

“That would require me to actually drive it and you know how I feel about that,” she responded, eyebrow raised, shielding her smirk behind the tattered paperback. “Besides, why would I when I have you right here?”

He scoffed at this, though didn’t bother to refute her claim; she was right, it would be an inconvenience at the very least and fairly unnecessary.

But he desperately wanted her to meet his friends.

He wanted her to be seen by the people who mattered most to him the same way he saw her; glorious, enrapturing, capable of breaking him down if she so chose. He was but skin and bone, in her hands, moulded to fit against her body, as though it was he had been bred for.

She was the last missing piece in the misshapen puzzle of his life and in the midmorning light, he is sure he was created if only to love her.

Of course, their own tentative friendship had been one born of pure incidence.

The first few months, she had been noticeably adamant about limiting their interactions, scheduling her entrances and exits so they never coincided with his, which only intrigued Bucky more. On occasion, when they did cross paths, she did so with downturned eyes and hesitant smiles at his poor attempts at a cheerful greeting.

Slowly over time though, she would match his banter, and Bucky would feel his heart flutter at the hint of dimples in her skin and the faint traces of laughter in her eyes. That was, until his friends rolled up to his driveway, loud as ever, lining their bikes in a disarray of rows by the sidewalk.

And she would be gone in an instant, eyes averted once more.

The opportunity to solidify this timid, barely-there bond was found on a stormy night. Somehow, by pure coincidence on his way home, he had been the one to pull over to aid a familiar ivory Chevy.

Rolling up on his drenched motorcycle, he had lifted the visor on his helmet only to be met with a teary-eyed Y/N, sniffling as she struggled to lift the hood of her car in the pouring rain. She was drenched head to toe and Bucky wondered how long she'd been out there, stalled on the shoulder of the highway, stranded with nowhere to go. The phone service was notoriously bad and she was shaking violently in the unforgiving chill of the wind.

Perhaps it had been in the heat of the moment, the stress having built up in the pouring rain, but upon recognizing him, she had flung herself into his arms, burrowing underneath his leather jacket, sobbing against the warmth of his chest.

In the cold, torrential downpour, lit only by the dim streetlight, she had clung to him as he stroked her wet hair back, whispering hurried assurances into her ear.

For the rest of the night, she continued to cling to him silently, never quite letting go, even as he drove her home on the back of his motorcycle wearing his helmet. Each time she tightened her grip on his waist, the feel of his jacket on her, pressed against the wet fabric of his black t-shirt, Bucky felt his heart skip a beat.

Now, she sat freely, cross-legged in the comfort of his home, often opting for few words, but it was within his vicinity and for him, that was enough.

“What are you grinning about, shouldn’t you be fixing my car?” she teased, interrupting his memory.

“Wouldn’t you like to know, doll?” Bucky replied smoothly, though he returned his attention to the engine anyways, shaking away his thoughts. Clicking his tongue, he looked around him for what he needed before spotting it on the shelf above Y/N’s head.

“Darlin’ could you pass me the pliers above you?”

“You have legs pretty boy, why don’t you use them?” she huffed dryly, not looking up from the book in her hands. He sighed dramatically, striding over to the workbench where she sat, grabbing the pliers before resting the palms of his hands next to the silky expanse of her exposed thighs, effectively caging her in.

Noticing the sudden shadow cast onto the pages she was reading, Y/N looked up, meeting the stormy blue irises she had become familiar with. There was an infinite vastness to them, where each time she looked, there was a new speck of gray, a deeper shade of blue and she simultaneously felt at ease and as though she could drown in them.

Perhaps that was what was most unnerving of it all; the fact that she would let them consume her wholeheartedly in ways she had long since sworn off.

“Why must you be so difficult?” he murmured, lips close enough that she could feel his breath against hers, but not quite touching. His eyes fluttered, gaze grazing her mouth before looking her in the eyes once more.

The air grew heavy with each passing moment and she felt herself slipping down a dangerous slope.

If she doesn’t pull away now, she will be sucked in and there will be no return. How different will this be from any other? Another friendship down the drain for a fruitless romantic endeavour?

But the heart is a traitorous being and Y/N doesn’t pull away. No, rather, she slides closer, an act of treachery to the promise she had made herself a year ago.

No more heartbreak.

No more losing control.

“Stay,” she hears herself say. Her heart is beating out of her chest because Bucky, her neighbour, her only friend, is looking at her too closely and she likes it.

They jump apart at the sudden sound of a bike engine.

Steve, one of the few in Bucky’s company Y/N recognizes, is here, followed by a gaggle of his friends, expression stern.

“Buck, there’s a situation you need to check out,” Steve says, voice sombre and unwavering.

She feels her chest tighten, breath quickening, turning shallow.

“Rumlow?” Bucky inquires, suddenly sounding grave.

There are spots in her vision, vignetting out of focus. Rather than voices, she hears ringing and the reckless feeling from just moments ago has evaporated. There are too many people around her and too much noise.

No control.

“Hey? You alright there?” Bucky asks, voice breaking through the thrum of blood in her ears. He reaches for her hand gently, but she jerks away chest heaving.

“I-I have to go…” she murmured, avoiding his eyes, clasping her hands tightly as she makes a run for it across the street to the safety of her own home.

It is only when she is back inside and behind closed doors, panic no longer clawing up her throat, that she realizes her hands are shaking.

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Control was an ever-elusive creature and at times, she wonders if it is even real, or just another unobtainable experience in this world. How fickle it was in the way it would play with her heart, tossing it carelessly like a game of softball. Just when she thought she had finally achieved it, it was cruelly stripped away from her.

Bucky made her lose control, yet somehow, she did not mind in the slightest and that was perhaps the biggest betrayal of all.

So, like always, she ran away from the problem.

For the last week and a half, at even the slightest glimpse of his dark wavy hair, or the sound of anything remotely engine-like, had her sprinting back inside the sanctuary that was her home. He had left countless voicemails, none of which she had the galls to listen to. She thinks even his voice will send her spiralling.

If she was being honest though, none of it was making her feel better in the slightest. Rather, she found herself thinking of him more often than not.

When she watches the dark espresso drip out of the machine, she is reminded of how he only drinks it black and the time he laughed at the sheer amount of sugar she would stir in.

When she’s humming a tune while cooking, she realizes too late that it is his favourite song she's humming.

When she thinks of a joke, it is him who she turns to tell it to, only to see he is not there

And when she’s combing through her closet, she finds his leather jacket from a year ago that she had never bothered to return, still smelling so distinctly of Bucky, with its trifecta of cigarette smoke, wax and lavender from the sprigs he keeps hung around his home.

Without even realizing it, he has made himself a permanent fixture in her life, seeped into every crevice and now there is nowhere she can look that does not remind her of him.

In the sleepless night, there is a knock on the door and it is his name that echoes through her mind.

Bucky.

When she opens it, she sees that his face is rogued, though not in its usual, sharp-boned, long messy hair kind of way. He is unshaven and there are dark bags under his eyes, weighing down his storm blue gaze.

“Doll!” he exclaims, as though surprised she had deigned to answer. After a moment's hesitation, he continued, flushed, “Please, listen to me, I am, so, so sorry that I tried to kiss you, I don’t know what I was thinking-”

She pulled him down by the collar of his maroon Henley, his lips meeting hers, the scent of lavender and tobacco washing over her. He melted into the kiss almost instantaneously, arms moving to wrap around her waist, pulling her flush against his large build.

If treachery was the way Bucky groaned into her mouth before nipping at her bottom lip, soothing the bite with his tongue, then perhaps treachery was a worthy cause.

If recklessness was the delicate grip he held her in and the rush of adrenaline that came from being pressed into the door as she tugged lightly on his hair then maybe it was time to stop running away.

When they pulled apart at last, lips bruised, they basked in the moonlight, enjoying the simplicity of this moment.

This slope is treacherous, I, I, I like it.

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“I need you safe. I need you here, and I need you safe, and I need, God please, I need you to let me in, baby, just let me in and I promise I’ll make it all better,” his broken voice pleaded through the door.

“I know you can hear me and I know you’re hurting but I swear I didn’t do it. You gotta believe me, doll.”

Pairing: Biker!Bucky Barnes x f!reader

Word count: 2.2k

Warnings: Angst, mentions of murder, biker clubs, canon-level injuries/wounds, mentions of weaponry (guns, knives), crying, swearing

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spookycherryblossoms · 3 years ago

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deny me

Summary: In which you feel like Bucky’s ashamed of you. Word Count: 3.2k+ (god i really thot i could shut up for once huh) Pairing: biker!bucky x reader Warning(s): a liiil angst. i tried to make this lighter than the moment a/n: i genuinely thought this was gonna be shorter lmao and mercury retrograde’s kicking my fuckin ass so i offer you this trash

Girls like you don’t go with guys like him.

You hear it all the time. Maybe not directly, but those words are there, hiding in every are you sure or it’s only a matter of time or you’re too good for him.

You never really cared much about what they had to say. They don’t know him like you do. They’re not there for the moments in which you are.

They don’t see him soft. They don’t see his sleepy eyes and gentle smiles in the morning, the crinkles beside his eyes when he grins at you. The childlike enthusiasm he has when he’s talking about things he cares about. They’re not there for when he’s sweet and needy and cuddly and never wants to let you go.

They don’t see him sad. Tear tracks on his cheeks and the littlest whimpers that escape when he’s still trying to hide the fact that he’s crying. The way he clings onto you for grounding when he feels like he’s drowning in misery. The way he’d stay up blankly staring at the ceiling because he’s coming to terms with the fact that he can’t carry the weight of the world on his shoulders no matter how capable of it he projects himself to be.

They see him tough. They see him when he’s scowling and brooding and using his huge stature to intimidate. They see him angry, they see him fight.

But they don’t see him in love. They don’t see him love you.

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Leather Jacket

Summary: Your genius business idea seemed to have attracted the wrong sort of people to your brother’s bar- at first

Pairing: Biker!Bucky Barnes x y/n

Word Count: 2.3k (one shot)

Warnings: Moderate smut, language

Author’s Note: This was supposed to be a shorter story but I got carried away :)

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‘Same again, oh sweet goddess of the nectar.’

‘You keep that up George and I might have to take you home with me tonight.’

You smiled at the swaying, grey-bearded man supporting himself on the bar, before moving over to the beer tap and refilling his used pint glass. Most punters would get a fresh one each time, but George was never sober enough to care. Steve trudged towards you with a crate half-full of dirty glasses and dropped them on the counter exasperatedly.

‘Everything alright?’ You asked.

‘Not really.’ He leant against the counter and crossed his arms. ‘It’s the same as last night and the night before- I’m barely making ends meet. When I bought this place we had at least twice as many regulars as we do now. What am I doing wrong?’

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How to Get Away With Murder

Pairing: Biker!Bucky Barnes x Reader (Dark-ish AU)

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: domestic abuse, mentions of blood and bruises, minor character death, language, dark-ish and sexual themes. 18+ only, minors DNI.

Summary: Bucky was always good at helping you clean up your messes, which is why he doesn't bat an eye when you show up on his doorstep covered in your abusive boyfriend's blood.

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Bucky lived next door to you for the last three years. He knew you were going to be trouble the day you met; when you checked your mail in a satin robe that left little to the imagination and drove him crazy. The way you asked him in that sweet voice of yours to help with bringing your cans to the end of your driveway, too. You had him wrapped around your finger, and you barely tried.

No matter his feelings, he knew he couldn’t act on them. You had a boyfriend - Noah Michael or something equally pretentious. Something Bucky couldn’t stand, that was for sure. Noah was the kind of guy who drove a Range Rover and wore polos every single day. Every time he pulled into your driveway, Bucky rolled his eyes. You were better than that man, but what could he possibly say? He was just your neighbor who occasionally fixed things around the house for you.

Steve nudged Bucky, pulling him out of his thoughts. He didn’t say anything but gestured over to your house. Bucky chuckled when he saw you standing in front of your side door watching water pour down your steps.

“What did ya get yourself into now, sweet pea?” He asked as he hopped over his porch railing into your yard.

You chewed on your thumbnail and pointed into your kitchen. “I, uh, think my dishwasher is busted. I came downstairs and the whole kitchen was flooded.”

He squeezed your arm gently and assured you he’d take a look. Now that most of the water escaped, it wasn’t too bad. His shoes squeaked as he walked toward the dishwasher; the sound made him cringe with every step. He just was grateful you turned it off already, or the water would have been much worse.

The issue was most likely a busted hose, but what intrigued Bucky the most was the large dent on the door. It looked like someone kicked it, which didn’t do any internal damage but was still concerning. You didn’t seem the type to kick in expensive appliances, so who did?

“You think it could be salvaged?” You asked and peeked your head in.

Bucky nodded. “I’ll make a run to Home Depot and get the new parts. Should have it fixed by tonight.” You let out a relieved breath, and he took the chance to continue. “And I can fix the dent for you too. What happened?”

You tensed and started chewing on the side of your nail again. Bucky got a sinking feeling in his gut. Either he wouldn’t like the answer, or you were going to lie. And based on the look on your face, you were concocting a believable one. Those little gears were turning in your head, and you wouldn’t look him in the eye.

“I actually don’t remember,” you stammered. “Things seem to get busted around here often. I’m convinced I have little gremlins hiding in the floorboards.”

He hummed but didn’t believe it. He wanted to push for the truth, but he stopped himself. If only to keep you from feeling uncomfortable around him.

“Well, sweet pea, I’ll make that Home Depot run and get it fixed. Gremlins be damned.”

You smiled, only slightly unsure of yourself. “Perfect.”

After the dishwasher incident, Bucky paid close attention to other details he might have missed whenever he was in your house. How some days you wore long sleeves even when it was boiling outside; how sometimes the holes in the walls were level to your head; or the way you’d flinch if he closed a door too loudly. All subtle things you thought Bucky wouldn’t notice, but he did.

He sighed and brought the beer up to his lips. He knew what was going on, even if he had no way to prove it. Not if you kept lying to him about everything.

All he wanted to do was help, but he had no idea how to approach it.

“Your girl is in a screaming match with that tool of hers,” Steve informed him when he walked into Bucky’s house.

Bucky perked up. “What?”

“Your neighbor.” Steve set the six pack onto the coffee table in front of Bucky and plopped onto the couch. “Heard her yelling at Noah, telling him to grow up or something like that.”

It took everything in him not to get up and storm over to your house. He considered Noah to be a mess he needed to clean up. Something for him to fix. But he didn’t want to put you in any danger. He would only step in if you asked him. The only thing he could think of was to somehow get the information out of you. Make you slip up and admit what was going on without realizing.

You were an intelligent woman, but he didn’t know how to ask. Tricking you seemed like the only way.

Well, Bucky laughed to himself. He could just kill Noah. Take all those context clues and come up with his own conclusion then kill him. It wouldn’t be the first time someone in the club took a life - accident or otherwise. Would Steve be disappointed? Sure, but he’d understand.

He shook his head He needed to keep murder off the brain.

Something crashed next door, and his grip tightened around the neck of his bottle. He would keep the idea off his brain for now.

Who knew...accidents happened all the time.

You stared at the couch pillow in your hand, silently wondering how many times you fluffed it already. You had been distracted all day, and it wasn’t getting any better. No matter how many times you cleaned or prepped for dinner, nothing seemed to distract you long enough. You sighed. Sometimes you wished you could turn your brain off, even for a few minutes.

What a dream that would be.

Noah was due at your house soon for dinner. After last night's blow up, you expected him to take a few days off from you. He was the type to throw a tantrum then sulk about it until he was ready to apologize in whatever way he saw fit. Roses. Chocolates. Cakes with cheesy cartoon characters on them. But this time he pretended nothing happened. He texted you this morning asking if he could come over for dinner, and you swore he was the definition of emotional whiplash.

A pit of dread formed in your belly when his Range Rover pulled into the driveway. Thoughts of what could happen tonight were running through your head. You peeked over at Bucky’s house and counted the bikes in his yard; most of the club must have been over. Somehow that didn’t make you feel safer.

“Smells fantastic in here!” Noah smiled over at you. “What are you cooking, gorgeous?”

“Chicken,” you replied quietly as he kissed your cheek. “I got the recipe from Agnes down the street.”

A sigh left his lips, and you watched him set his jacket on the back of the chair from the corner of your eye. You took his silence as a chance to move into the kitchen and pull the chicken out of the oven. You weren’t sure what that sigh meant. Was he already annoyed over something? You feared the answer to that question would only worsen the mood.

You started to carve the chicken when Noah stepped behind you. His hands gripped your shoulders, and you forced yourself not to wince. You refused to give him the satisfaction.

“I hate chicken,” he hissed in your ear. “Maybe you confused me for your other fucking boyfriend.”

You swallowed thickly. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“Oh I think you do, sweet pea.” The nickname falling from his lips felt wrong. It made your stomach twist, and you had to bite your lip to keep yourself from snapping at him. ��I know how much time he spends here. You must think I’m stupid, but I assure you I am not.”

“I don’t-”

He gripped the back of your neck so tightly, his nails dug into your skin. “Shut the fuck up. I don’t want to hear your lies, but you will listen to me. You will no longer see Bucky, or I will kill him and make you watch, do you understand me?”

His threat made something inside of you snap. Logically, you knew he couldn’t do shit to hurt Bucky. The only person he was able to hurt was you and that didn’t make him strong - it made him a little bitch. But still. He really thought he could get away with threatening Bucky? Your Bucky? You almost laughed.

It was ironic. You grew up thinking the bikers and gang members were the bad guys. The ones with piercings in their faces, and tattoos littered across their bodies, were monsters meant to be feared. But as you clutched the knife tighter in your fist, you realized how wrong you were. The real monsters were men who whispered sweet nothings into their victim’s ear, only to turn around and use them for their own pleasure. Those who abused to feel some sort of power - those were the real monsters.

And hell, maybe you were a monster too.

Bucky knew he was good at cleaning up your messes. The dishwasher incident was far from the only one. His favorite happened to be the day you unloaded garden soil from your trunk and a bag busted open. You had been covered in soil from head to toe, and the end of your driveway wasn’t much better. Bucky laughed the entire time he helped you sweep, but you really caught him by surprise when you pulled your shirt over your head and exposed your dirt-stained bra. He made a joke in passing that you should take it off. He didn’t expect you to listen.

His entire face was pink for the rest of the day. Neither Steve nor Sam let him live it down. He didn’t mind, though. He’d take all the teasing in the world if it meant he’d stay useful to you. Even if he spent the rest of his life cleaning up after you.

“Buck.”

He looked up at Sam, the sting of bleach making his eyes water and nose burn. He wasn’t sure how long he had been scrubbing at the blood, but he was finally starting to see some progress.

“Steve and I loaded the body in the truck,” Sam told him. “We’ll take it to Clint’s farm and finish the job. You good here? You need any help?”

He shook his head. “I’m good. I’ll take care of everything else, and my girl is safe with Nat. Thank you, Sam.”

Sam nodded and quickly took his leave. He, Steve, and Nat practically jumped out of their skin when you burst through Bucky’s front door covered in blood and crying hysterically. They had never seen you so feral. But one glance at the swelling forming under your eye, and they knew they had to help. You were Bucky’s sweet pea, after all. Club loyalty extended to you too.

Bucky sat back on his heels and wiped the sweat from his brow. Once everything was clean in your home, he’d have to take care of Noah’s car. Most people would be stupid enough to dump it in a river or hide it in the woods, but that was just a way of begging to be caught.

No, he needed to be sneaky. He needed to drive the car back to Noah’s house with his cellphone in the cup holder. Then he would send a text to you saying he never wanted to speak to you again and turn the phone off. The only thing Bucky would keep was the keys, but he’d toss those as soon as Wanda picked him up a few miles down the road. It wasn’t exactly fool proof, but it would have to do.

He poured more bleach onto the floor, letting out another sigh. “Oh, sweet pea, what have we gotten ourselves into?”

You were still a blubbering mess by the time Bucky returned. Nat stayed by your side and tried to console you, but she knew who you really wanted. Who you needed. Bucky linked his fingers with yours, and she took her cue to leave. Everyone else should have already been back at the clubhouse to pretend they were there all night. It was the only way to get some sort of alibi.

She murmured something about already burning your clothes before heading out. The two of you held your breath until you heard the front door click, and the tears stopped almost instantly. You looked up at Bucky with a half-crazed smile, and you never looked more beautiful to him.

You couldn’t believe it worked. You actually managed to pull it off, and they were none the wiser. Those acting classes you took in college finally came in handy.

“I told you they would do anything to help if you made it believable.” Bucky pulled you onto his lap, forcing a small squeal of excitement to escape your lips. “Noah’s never gonna hurt you again, sweet pea.”

The heat became unbearable by noon. You felt bad that Bucky offered to work on your car today of all days. So, to hopefully make it up to him, you made a fresh batch of your semi-famous sweet peach tea and brought it out. The ice melted much quicker under the brutal sun, but he was still grateful for the drink.

“You didn’t have to do this today, you know.” You leaned back against the side of your car and smiled softly. “I’ve lived with the rattling for three months. Waiting for the heat wave to be done wouldn’t kill me.”

Bucky shifted to stand next to you. You noticed a small smudge of grease above his eyebrow, and the urge to wipe it away for him was too strong to ignore. It was such a fleeting touch, but you noticed the way he leaned into it until it was clean. The gesture made you smile more.

You noticed the corners of his mouth lift, but they dropped almost a second later. Your brows furrowed, but before you could question what was wrong, Bucky was already speaking.

“I know he’s hurting you.” You opened your mouth to argue, but he whipped around so quickly, you didn’t have time. His chest pressed against yours, and he kept your gaze locked with his. “Don’t lie to me. Please, don't you lie to me.”

“There’s nothing you can do, Bucky,” you whispered.

His thumb brushed against your bottom lip, and your heart started to hammer in your chest. There was so much conflict in his eyes. You weren’t sure what you could do to make it better, but you wanted to do something - anything - so badly just to make him smile again.

“If you ask me to, I’ll kill him, sweet pea. I’d kill him in a fucking heartbeat.”

Your eyes grew wide, and you wanted to protest, but he pressed his hips into yours and all thoughts left your head.

“But I know you would never ask,” he replied. “So I have another idea, but I need you to hear me out. Will you do that for me, sweet pea? Will you listen to my plan?”

Every part of Bucky invaded your senses. Maybe the heat was making you crazy, or maybe you had been crazy all along, but everything in you begged you to listen to the man standing in front of you. It was the only way the two of you would ever get a chance at being happy.

You nodded slowly. “Let’s go talk inside.”

“I can’t believe I did it,” you giggled. “I honestly thought I would chicken out but-”

Bucky laughed along with you. “But you did it, and no one is ever going to know. We’re officially in the clear.”

You ran your fingers down his arms, humming softly to yourself. When he approached you with the plan six months ago, you thought he was crazy. There was no way you could ever get away with murder, but here you were, in the arms of the one who truly loved you while Noah’s body was consumed by pigs. Everything worked out the way it needed to.

Bucky always cleaned up your messes. It was what he did best. And you had never been more grateful for it than right now.

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spookycherryblossoms · 3 years ago

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Pretty Girl

Summary: Bucky finally gets to talk to the girl that’s stolen his heart.

Warnings: Nothing really.

A/N: Flashback to when Bucky properly met his pretty girl for the first time. They’ve known of each other long before this but this is the first time he’s been able to sit and actually talk to her. They are in high school in his flashback, but it’s all very PG besides 15-year-old Bucky smoking I guess?

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“Clint’s sister?”

“Yeah.” Steve snorted and passed over the wrench Bucky was reaching for. “You’ve seen her before. She’s been at the clubhouse a few times, and you have classes together.”

Bucky blew out a puff of smoke and sat up straight on the wooden crate he was working on before rubbing the bud between his fingers out on the bottom of his boot. For the life of him, he couldn’t ever remember meeting Clint’s sister and as far as classes go? He barely pays attention long enough to learn the teacher’s name. Forget some girl that probably sits in the front row taking notes and paying attention. He’s heard how clint talked about his sister, she’s real smart and wanted to be a nurse one day. She was way out of Bucky’s league and he didn’t even know what she looked like. Bucky couldn’t put a name to her face if his life depended on it, and Steve found this pretty humorous judging by the dumb smirk on his face.

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Coming Home to You

Summary: Your Biker boyfriend is finally home and he’s going to show you how much he missed you. With every inch he has. And you’re going to remember how much he loves you

Pairing: Beefy Biker!Bucky x reader

Warnings: Smut, 18+, fluff, public sex, exhibitionism Minors DNI Oral (f receiving) fingering, dog tag kink, desperate Bucky

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“Doll, I must have been out of my mind for leaving you.”

You giggle, holding the phone close to your ear. His honeyed, yet wistfully spoken words are familiar ones. Fact is Bucky has been repeating those very words to you for months now. With an ocean and a continent separating the two of you, he might as well be a world away. Ever since he left for his final tour the army, he’s been telling you how much he misses you.

As much as he despises it, it’s a chance to earn enough to make his dreams a reality.

His dreams were simple and revolved around you.

Move you out of this too small house into a home big enough to fill with a small army of children.

“A few kids, ”

“-one kid Bucky.”

“doll, doll, think about it a house full of babies- all the fun we can have making them. ”

“Bucky no,” you laughed lifting your head off his chest, “I’m not having 8 kids,”

“ I’m just sayin’ the world needs more of you in it,”

“Are you planning on carrying some of these babies, yeah that’s what I thought Buck- “

You still smile thinking about how eager he’s to start a family.

The house has to have a backyard big enough for a doghouse and a pool. He says he’s a cat person, but you know he’s going to love the dog you rescued last month. He’s just opened a new bar with a few friends and there’s a mechanic shop two miles down the road, the owner plans on retiring in five years, its’ going to be Bucky’s once he does.

That’s all he wants out of life. That and to be able to take you on a private vacation every year, splurge on your birthday and holidays.

He always says he could do with nothing as long as he has you. But he wants you to have everything.

Your tough biker, tattooed and surly, is putty in your hands.

Sometimes you forget how scary he can be until you’re at the mall or some random store and people are actively avoiding the two of you. Or when some guy tries to be disrespectful, and he learns very quickly, why that’s a bad idea.

You love it, knowing he can and will do anything for you.

But you hate the idea of him leaving you, detest that he’s going to be gone for so long.

But when he was explaining everything he was going to be able to do-all for you- when he came back, you smiled and kept your fears inside.

He could tell, though. That you were scared and worried. He knows you better than you know yourself.

The night before he left, he packed you on the back of his bike and took you to his favorite spot. A hidden alcove outside of town, near one of the enormous parks.

Underneath the ink-blue sky dotted with stars, he made you sit on his bike, one leg tucked under you, the other dangling over the side, the toe of your shoe touching the dirt road.

“One more,” he pleads, already taking a few more pictures while you laugh, “God you’re beautiful, you know that doll, so beautiful.”

You smile, ducking your head, his praises making you dizzy. Bucky tsks, “it’s true, doll, now lemme see those eyes,” he says. You lift your chin, face burning when he moans, clutching a hand to his chest.

He takes his jacket off, putting it around your shoulders. He keeps moving around you, taking more pictures in between new poses, telling you how gorgeous you look in his jacket, you promise to wear it everyday he’s gone.

After the last one, he tucks his phone into his pocket with a wistful smile.

Without a word, you were in his arms. Feeling the shudder go through his body, you knew he was scared too but your tough as nails, only sweet for you, burly man wouldn’t admit it. Not to you. He hates that he’s the reason you’re upset, but he promises this will be the last time you feel like this.

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Show Me How To Ride

Summary: You’ve been keeping a secret from your biker boyfriend. He is going to get the information out of you one way or the other.

Word Count: 2.7K

Pairing: Beefy!Biker Bucky x reader

Warnings: Smut, face riding, 18+ minors DNI

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“Don’t make me fuck the information out of you, Doll.”

Bucky leans over the round table, pushing aside the empty plate. Caging you between his enormous arms, he puts his nose against the tip of yours. Hints of sweet mint and evergreen surround you, his unique scent makes you want to bury your face in his neck but you have to resist the temptation to give in to him.

“Tell me right now or else.” He practically growls, his baritone deepening with each measured breath. Most people would be afraid right now, to have the Bucky Barnes ordering them to confess. Six feet of pure muscle glaring at them would send many running from the room. You know, you’ve seen him in action.

But you’re not most people. And your tattooed biker is wrapped around your finger so tight, you can do whatever you want to and with him.

So you respond the only way you know how. “Or else what, Barnes?” You toss your head back, sliding your hands over his arms, squeezing his bulging muscles. “Or. Else. What?”

Bucky sneers, “you’re gonna tell me gorgeous or else, I-,” he cuts himself off with a huff. You both know he’s not going to do a damn thing.

You smirk, taking his bottom lip between your teeth, your eyes flickering up at him. Challenging him as you pull his pink lip into your mouth. Your hands slip under his maroon Henley and run over his cut abs. One hand drifts down the front of his cargo pants, cupping his growing bulge, and when his eyes glaze over, you know you have him exactly where you want him.

“Or else what, Barnes?”

His eyes snap down to your face, he grabs the back of your head and brings you in for a crushing kiss. When he breaks away a gradual, cunning smirk forms on his lips. “I can play this game better than you can, doll.”

His slate-blue eyes swimming with promises of retribution and punishments. His pupils widening the longer he stares at you.

Okay, at least you think he’s not going to do a damn thing.

“This is going to be fun, gorgeous.”

For the past month, you’ve been keeping a secret from Bucky and it has been driving him insane. From the minute he saw you, he’s wanted to know everything about you, some might call him mildly obsessed and he would proudly agree.

He’s never loved anyone the way he loves you. He cherishes everything about you and his first mission when he became your man was to learn what made you happy, what you didn’t like, and more importantly how to keep you happy in and out of the bedroom.

And in return, he shared everything about you, which is why this secret is killing him. He has to know what you’ve been doing every evening, but you won’t tell him. In fact, you enjoy tormenting him, tossing him smarmy grins and half shrugs whenever he asks. Dropping hints left and right. Hiding your packages from him.

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#nsfw #Bucky Barnes #Bucky Barnes x Reader #Biker Bucky Barnes

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Ugh I just read Bucky and his girl and now all I can think of is biker Bucky edging me til I’m a begging mess 😅anyway, I love your writing

Summary: Bucky shows you what happens when you break one of the unspoken rules of the biker world

Pairing: Biker Bucky x Reader

Word Count: Drabble?

Warnings: semi public sex, fingering, edging, smut, 18+

A/N: half asleep when I wrote this so...

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𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘉𝘦𝘵𝘢’𝘥, 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘸𝘯

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Bucky wouldn’t edge you without a good reason. He’s too far gone to deny you anything, especially if it involves making you scream his name so loud the neighbors call the cops. Nothing like him answering the door completely naked, ignoring you begging him to please put on his boxers.

“Nah, darling,” he tosses back without a care in the world, glancing at you with amusement ad you cower on the couch, pulling his oversized t-shirt over your knees, the flashing red and blue lights shining through the curtains,” I’m good right officers?,” he says opening the door.

When they realize that this is Bucky Barnes, that they’re at the infamous Barnes house situated not 15 minutes from his clubhouse, well, they leave without so much as a keep it down.

You push the curtain to the side and move to your knees, watching through the open front window as one officer goes to the neighbors’ house.

Bucky closes the door, strolling behind you, his large hand crawling up your belly, he drops his head on your shoulder, his beard scratching your neck, “watch this Darlin” he smiles.

His fingers move to underside of your breasts as the officer bangs on the front door. Bucky grinds his dick into your back, his hands cupping your tits. The neighbor steps out in a fuzzy pink pajamas and hair rollers yelling at the cop.

You can’t make out the conversation, hell you’re losing focus, those rough mechanic hands of his wandered down between your legs during the ensuing argument, “you can always tell when they learn who the fuck I am, doll” he says smugly.

You nod, not trusting yourself to speak, his long finger strumming your clit just right. His name a whimper on your lips. Bucky dips his middle finger into your core, the cold metal ring making you spasm around him.

“That’s my good girl, fuck yourself on my fingers, go on doll,”

Rocking into his hand, you see the officer point at your house, waving his hands in the air, the neighbor’s eyes are so wide you can make out the whites around her pupils from across the street.

“Look” he chuckles in your ear. Ms. fuzzy pajamas runs into her house, the officer glances back, just as your orgasm rolls through you, making your palms slap the glass as you push back on his hand riding out your high. Bucky holds you steady, fucking you through it, grinning to himself as your moans echo across the lawn.

Sliding his fingers out of your warm body, Bucky spins you around, placing a kiss on your lips.

“Let’s finish this up in the kitchen, I want to show you that whipped cream I got you,”

There’s not much you can do to upset Bucky. You’re his girl, his old lady, and he’s patient with you because you’re new to his world. But there are rules that every old lady has to follow, it doesn’t matter if you knew about them or not.

And doll, you broke one of the cardinal rules. Too bad no one told you about the bike rule.

Bucky’s walking out of the clubhouse, one hand in his pocket, discussing the latest invoices for the shop when Sam grabs him by the shoulder,

“Buck, look at your girl with the new guy”

Buckys head snaps up, quickly searching the parking lot until he finds you. His eyes narrow seeing you talking with Barton. That’s not a problem, he doesn’t care who you talk to; the problem is that your pretty ass is perched on his bike.

Clint hears heavy boots hitting the ground at an increasingly fast pace and slowly turns around to see his boss stomping towards him with a murderous glint in his eye.

“What the fuck?” Clint wonders.

You let go of one of the bike handles and wave, “Hey baby”

Clints turns around, mouthing baby, his brows furrowed, heart galloping, hearing Bucky get closer. Then it clicks into place, you’re Bucky’s girl and you are on his bike. His life flashes before his eyes. He’s torn between shoving you off his bike and running. Hearing the low growl behind him, he opts to run, pride be damned.

You swing your leg off his bike, “where are you- “

You’re cut off when Bucky lifts you up, smashing his nose into yours, “what are you doing, doll?”.

Bucky has never used this tone with you, he’s never been so aggressive and a small part of you is worried, but that sensible little voice drowned about by another more vocal one telling you this could be fun.

Bucky glares at you with those crystal blue eyes burning with rage, “you don’t touch another man’s bike” he spits out.

You chose fun.

Pursing your lips, you tilt your head back, “I can do whatever the hell I want, Bucky.” To prove your point, you reach out and pat the leather seat.

Bucky inhales slowly, letting out a dark chuckle, your stomach dropping when he pushes you into his hard body, “Little girl, I’m going to teach you some manners,” he promises.

He hoists you over his shoulder, strolling back into the clubhouse, ordering everyone out. Watching the burly men scramble out of the room, you wish you had chosen safety. The sharp slap on your ass confirms your thought. The second one compounds the point, and by the third, you’re crying out that you’re sorry. His fourth and fifth smacks telling you he doesn’t care.

Bucky kicks open his office door, slamming it shut behind him. He tosses you into his desk, leaning over you, “you got one chance doll, one” he says softly, underlying his sharp words, “you make me repeat myself, you don’t listen and I’ll punish you every day for the next month”

“Don’t move,” he snarls, making quick work of your clothes, stripping you bare on his hand-carved oak desk, papers sticking to your back when he pulls you down.

He places his face between your thighs, those blue eyes gazing up at you, his vicious smile sending a shudder down your back, “Let’s see how many times I can do this until you break,”

His tongue slips through your folds so fast, you almost see stars. He plays your body like his guitar, moving over your throbbing, swollen bud so precisely with his tongue and fingers until you can’t take another second, the pleasure cresting, the coil tightening with each stroke.

Then he stops.

And starts again.

Over and over.

Uncaring of how much you plead and beg him, you try to touch your self, only for him to grab your wrists with one large hand, working you harder for daring to disobey again. Sweat beads down your neck, collecting under your back, tears burn your eyes. You need to come so bad it hurts.

When he stops again, another ruined orgasm slipping away, you swear you’re on fire; the room whirling as you drag a deep breath into your aching lungs. He traces his fingertips along the side of your thigh and you flinch, unable to take any more.

He speaks for the first time since he’s buried his face in your pussy. “Apologize,”

And you do for the bike, talking back, for eating the cake his mom brought over him last week, for using all the hot water in the morning, for stealing all the covers at night.

Bucky laughs, a really deep belly laugh, his gaze softening as you continue to confess. He dips his head back down, sucking your clit hard into his mouth, thrusting two fingers into your velvety channel, twisting until he finds that spot that makes you tremble around him, “Cum for me doll,” he groans in your pussy, grazing the spot again.

You clench down, gushing over his face as the coil finally snaps, unable to even cry out, overwhelmed by the release wrecking your body. Relief flooding your body, soothing your frazzled nerves. Your small gasps filling the room, followed by the sounds of his pants hitting the floor.

Bucky pushes into you with one smooth thrust, filling you so completely you can only squeak out his name. He falls on you, his hands around your head, sucking on your neck while his narrow hips pound into yours with loud slaps.

“God fuck” you sob, voice breaking as another rush of pleasure hits you forcing your eyes closed, “Bucky Bucky please, baby,”

He scoops his hands under your ass, angling your hips up, hitting that sweet spot so rapidly you lose your breath, your walls clenching down over his thick length, your body quivering in his hold when your orgasm sweeps over you. You go limp, hitting the desk with a dull thud, vaguely him hearing grunt your name through the ringing in your ears, warmth filling your body.

Bucky whispers in your ear, “I love you doll but test me again and I’ll fuck you like I don’t,”

Taking a deep breath, you mull over his words, knowing he means what he says. That little voice pipes up again and you decide to listen to it. Cracking open one eye and raise a brow, “fuck you, I do what I want Barnes,”

#Bucky Barnes #Bucky Barnes x Reader #Biker Bucky Barnes #nsfw #Clint Barton #Sam Wilson #Biker Club

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