#biker!sam

[wamleather]

Sam Heughan in biker leather

[notsopersonalcharlie]

Don't Care, Belle

Biker!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader fluff

Summary: Bucky is capital J-Jealous

Warnings: A guy being overly nice at a bar, drinking at 1pm, nothing else I can think of

Notes: Short little thing I thought of when i was visiting home and witnessing my sister's boyfriend be jealous lol. I just love jealous Bucky sorry not sorry. More Biker!Bucky here

“Oh hey sweetheart, you look lonely over here.” You looked up from where you were engrossed in the book you’d left behind the bar for days just like this, the crew was too busy to talk and the regulars weren’t your favorite. The man wasn’t a regular, not horrible looking and was dressed alright. You were confident he had stopped by because his car was in the shop. The demographic that frequented the bar that was not the vibe that this man was giving off.

“Oh you know, just waiting for my order,” you supplied with a polite smile. He had plopped himself onto the bar stool beside you and raised a two finger salute to Bruce, who was the daytime bartender.

“Waiting for your car?” he asked, “Nice girls like you don’t usually come around here.” Your eyes narrowed, an eyebrow going up.

“I’m a regular. And you? Waiting for your car? Since I haven’t seen you around.” Bruce came over, giving you a look that said ‘if this guy is bothering you I’ll toss him out’ and you knew he would. Bruce “The Hulk” Banner was not exactly known for his polite way of answering rude customers. You shook your head. No need to alienate a customer just because he got a little friendly at a bar.

“What can I get you, man?”

“Whatever IPA you have and whatever the lady is having I’ll put on my tab.” Bruce grinned at that and you were near protesting. You never paid for a thing at the Howling Commando, but you knew Bruce and you knew he was putting your lunch right on this guy’s tab.

“Sure thing.” Bruce turned away.

“Must just have not been around on the same days as you.” You glanced around the bar. It was pretty empty today, but it was still early. Your bosses had required you to use some of your PTO before they had to pay you out for it, and you were truly more than happy to oblige a staycation. After another glance around, Bruce still keeping an eye on you out of the corner of your eye, you decided it would be entirely harmless to engage in conversation.

“Not sure. I’m here every day. Basically. You here getting your car fixed?” You asked again. He gave you another sleazy smile, this one reminiscent of your male coworkers who thought they could get any more than a polite smile or handshake at a work happy hour.

“Waiting for my car yeah. Only place this convenient to get a decent bite and drink while waiting for them to get done.” As if on queue, Bruce slid over your usual burger and sweet tea, and then an IPA for the guy.

“Closed tab?” Bruce asked, putting his hand out for the card. The guy did a suggestive look over at you.

“You know? Keep it open.” You rolled your eyes at your sandwich, slightly regretting that you had begun a conversation with this man, and took a bite. Some of the tomato juice dripped down your chin and you snapped at Bruce to get his attention.

“You’re going to learn one of these days,” he sighed, tossing you a stack of napkins. You chewed and swallowed and then gave him a grin as he walked back over.

“You keep saying that, but I never do.”

“Good luck…” he looked at the tab as he slid it under a cup in front of the man, “Colin… you’re going to need it.” You took a sip of your sweet tea, you knew he didn’t mean good luck with you, or at least not the primary part.

“So you’re really a regular regular huh?” Colin was eyeing you with near a frown as he took the first sip of his beer. The clock behind the bar read a quarter past one.

“Yeah, lots of friends who work here. Just not usually in during the day. Sounds like you’ve been here before?” You took another bite before he could pivot the questioning back to you.

“Yeah, I’ve been before. They did a shit job though…” He started to ramble but you were quickly uninterested when the side door opened and a sweaty, grease stained Bucky Barnes walked in, squinting at a ticket.

“Paulson? Fucking Yelena and her handwriting. This is fuc-oh!” It was almost comedic to see Bucky go from a serious, frowning massive man to the grinning, golden retriever man he became when he looked at you. Bucky attention had turned squarely on you as he walked over, the ticket partially crumpling in his hand as he tried to wipe them off before he got over to you. The grease stains on some of your clothes were impossible to get out just from his grabby hands.

“Paulson, that’s me.” Both you and Bucky turned to Colin, as if he had just returned to existence. Bucky’s eyes narrowed, and you could see them flicker across the length of the empty bar then back to where Colin had seated himself beside you. He knew it had to be him that sat beside you because not two hours gone, Bucky had come in for some water and to smack a kiss to your lips right where you sat now.

All concern for grease stains went right out the window.

Bucky came up behind you, reaching over your shoulder to take a few fries off your plate, the hand with the crumpled ticket going around the other side to hand it to Colin, effectively entrapping you between his arms and away from the guy.

“Your car’s done. You can settle it up in the office.” Colin stared at Bucky, who after handing him the paper, wrapped his arm around you and pressed your back to his chest, chomping on fries and reaching for your sweet tea.

“Did they make your burger good?” Bucky asked, “The new cook got specific instructions.” You elbowed him lightly.

“I don’t need everyone thinking I’m a control freak.” Bucky laughed, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“They know I’m the control freak.”

“I guess… I guess I’ll go get my car then. Nice to meet you.” Colin left his mostly full IPA on the table and forgot to pay his tab, near running out the front door.

“What was that guys problem?” Bucky asked jokingly, spinning your stool so you were facing him. You wrinkled your nose.

“You’re stinky.”

“I don’t think you care,” Bucky rumbled, leaning down to press a long warm kiss to your lips.

“His problem was I was getting ready to deck him,” Bruce said, setting down a pint of Bucky’s favorite on a coaster beside your food. He whisked away Colin’s drink and wiped down the watermark.

“What did he do?”

“Nothing,” Bruce responded before disappearing back towards the kitchen. Bucky plopped onto the stool beside you and waited for you to respond.

“He was just trying to chat me up. That’s all.” Bucky sipped his drink before taking a massive bite out of your burger.

“Hey! That’s mine! Smaller bite!”

“I’m just taste testing the new cook.” You bickered over your lunch as the rest of the garage crew began to filter in, a few of the regulars making their way through the front as well.

“Heyo! I heard someone was trying to flirt with-“ Bucky hit Steve in the arm, but Sam had already heard it from where he was clocking in behind the bar.

“Is he dead?” he yelled. The group devolved into ways that Bucky could have murdered this man. All of you failed to notice Colin walking in the front door, where he paused and stared at the group of massive, tattooed bikers calling out forms of torture that could have been inflicted on him. Sam saw him first.

“Oh hey man, what can I get you?” Everyone turned toward him and Bucky got to his feet immediately, having been the only one who could have identified him.

“Just-“ the man’s voice came out high and you suppressed a grin, already feeling a little bad for him. He cleared his throat, face red.

“Just the tab I left.” There was a quiet murmur of “ooooos” as the group dispersed, keeping an eye on you and Bucky.

"Sorry," you started, but Bucky shifted around the side of the bar, picking up Colin's card where it was sitting by the register. Policy was 20% on any leftover cards and Bruce had already closed it out with your meal on there.

"Here. Get lost." Bucky's expression had gone dark.

"Buck, he didn't know."

"Don't care." Colin took a few steps back.

"Man, I wasn't looking for trouble. I didn't know she was your girl, she was talking to me too."

"Do. Not. Care." Colin fled under the close watch of the bikers.

"You didn't have to do that," you sighed, rolling your eyes at the men around you, "You're going to lose a customer."

"Don't care," Bucky muttered, back by your side, "You're mine, honey. Don't care what anyone else says."

"I am yours. He was just being nice." Sam had started the music for the night, and it whafted through the speakers.

"Dance with me, belle?" You laughed.

"When have I ever said no to that? In fact, kill me if I ever do because its an evil clone trying to take over my life." He laughed, the sound more than enough music to your ears for dancing. Bucky wrapped an arm around you and smacked a kiss to your lips, taking your hand and whisking you off to the dance floor.

[tsubaki94]

Phantom Comic Ch.5

Page 29 <--> Page 31

Begining

Masterpost

[kaleidoru]

biker mice from mars biker lions from saturn

[emilinqa]

its incredible how transgender quantum leap is and you wouldnt even have a clue by the way all the gen xers who watched it while it was on talk about it. or how any of the people who made the show talk about it

[catharinawrites]

Ride or Die

Pairing: Biker!Bucky Barnes x female!reader

Word count: 1K

Summary: Your a law student who's been overlooked by her dad and wants to make a change to her life. It just so happened that there is this bar with a very good looking owner who seems to be impressed by your defense skills.

a/n : English is not my first language, so if there are any mistakes please tell me!

Chapter 1 / intro : ''Damn, I think I am in love''

The sound of raring engines filled the night air as Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers pulled into the lot of his bar. The Howling wolf. The neon sign flickers slightly, casting a blue glow over the polished chrome of his Harley. He swung of the bike; boots crunching against the gravel and took a deep breath. This place was his sanctuary, built with his own hands after leaving behind the chaos of his past. 

Alongside him stood Steve Rogers. His best friend and right-hand man when it comes to business. Tonight was a busy night. The bar was thriving, alive with chatter, the scent of whiskey, and the steady beat of classic rock playing from the jukebox. Together they went inside and took a seat at their usual table, waving over a waitress to order their regular drinks. 

At the bar you sat, along with your friends. Nursing a glass of whiskey while listening to your friends gossiping about who knows what. You looked around and caught the eye of a redhead. She winked at you, and you smiled back when you felt someone tug at you’re arm. The tug came from Eloise your best friend, you and her came to this bar for the first time with some friends from school.

‘’ Y/n I need to go to the toilet, you going to come to?’’ She asked while smiling. 

‘’Yeah, sure’’ you said while grabbing her hand and leading the way through the busy bar. 

You wove though the crowd, your friend in tow, heading for the restroom. The place was packed, a mix of locals, bikers and the occasional troublemakers. You had only been there for a few hours, but you already understood that this place was full of energy. 

Just as you passed a particularly rowdy group of men, a rough hand grabbed your ass. The touch was firm, possessive and entirely unwelcome. 

Before you even had time to think, you whirled around and grabbed the man’s wrist in a punishing grip, twisting it just enough to make him wince. 

‘’Try that again’ you said, your voice low and edged with anger, ‘’and I’ll break your damn arm’’

The man, a burly guy reeking of booze, sneered but didn’t dare pull away. His buddies laughed uneasily, sensing the shift in power.

Bucky and Steve saw everything from where they were sitting. Bucky’s grip on the glass he was holding was tight, blue eyes locked onto you like a hawk watching its prey. He had seen plenty of fights, but there was something about the way you handled yourself that made his chest tighten. You didn’t look to anyone else for help, you handled your own business without a flicker of doubt. 

‘’Let go’’ the man gritted out, his confidence faltering under your unwavering stare. 

You shoved his arm away and took a step closer, you expression unreadable ‘’that’s what I thought’’

With that you turned around and continued towards the restroom, Eloise following along and whispering ‘’Damn girl, remind me to never mess with you’’

Across the bar Bucky let out a slow breath, shaking his head slightly with a ghost of a smile on his face. He had seen plenty of people come and go through The Howling Wolf, but you? You were something else.

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Bucky leaned against the bar he was standing at, talking to Nat. He watched as you returned from the restroom. You moved with purpose, shoulder squared, eyes scanning the room as if you wear assessing any threats. He recognized that look. He’d seen it in the mirror too many times. 

Nat followed his gaze and smirked ‘’you’re interested’’. 

‘’Not in the way you think’’ Bucky mutters, setting his glass down. ‘’She handled herself well, that’s rare around here.’’ 

‘’She’s new in town, came in with a few friends’’ Nat pointed out. ‘’And she got a fire to her, I like it.’’ 

Bucky huffed a quiet laugh. ‘’Yeah. That makes two of us’’ 

You had just reached the bar where you were seated when Sam, who was making drinks behind the bar leaned in with a grin. ‘’So, do you make a habit of threatening to break a man’s arm or was that a one-time show?’’ 

You rolled your eyes while smiling at him ‘’Only when they deserve it’’ 

Sam whistled ‘’Damn. I think I’m in love’’

Nat smacked him on the back of his head with a towel, earning a laugh from Sam and you. Bucky just kept watching you, feeling something, he hasn’t felt in a long time and shouldn’t be feeling. Without a word he pushed himself of the bar and walked away without sparing you a glance. 

You and your friends stayed a little longer until you finally went to pay your tab, Nat was already smirking while you walked over and asked for your tab. 

‘’It’s already been covered sweets’’ she said casually while cleaning the bar top. 

You frowned. ‘’By who?”

She jerked her head towards the back of the club where Bucky was watching you and Nat talk, you locked eyes with him, and he threw you a wink before looking away. 

Your stomach twisted at the idea of him doing you a favor, you didn’t like owning people. Especially people like him - strong, silent and unreadable. 

Still, you weren’t about to argue in front of an audience, so you grabbed your jacket and left with your friends. 

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That night as you lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, the past threatened to creep in back in. 

Growing up it was only you and your dad. He thought you everything you knew. And gave you everything you needed. But growing up in a house where your dad was rarely around, always away on some business deal while you stayed at home studying and being bored out of your mind wasn’t what you wanted. 

You were studying to become a lawyer and had been dreaming of taking over your dad’s firm one day. Now that you were in your last year of your study, you had some more free time and wanted to make yourself useful. If only your dad would allow you to. 

Every time you had asked to help him or shadow him on a workday so that you could learn more about his firm and make the transition easier when you take over, he declined or pushed you away. Leading to you sitting at home bored out of your mind, but maybe you could change that….

Next chapter: Chapter 2: ''This is a bad idea''

[winterswake]

Sam + 🧥👟

[b0nkedmehead]

*slams fists on table* I have so many head canons about Sam's style omggg

I personally see Sam as a diy thrift your clothes type of goth. Safety pins, studs/spikes,patches ect. Only buying from small ethical businesses every now and then, and her wardrobe is 100% curated over the years.

With a mix of her grandma's clothes in there as well because we love giving life to hand me downs👏

I just personally can't see her buying from big companies or fast fashion especially with how she is in the show.

These doodles are how i see her to start dressing in her college years and in the show i see her more as a baby bat tbh (that's just me tho)

I think she branches out a bit and gets more comfortable in making her style really fit her with experimenting (Romantic or Victorian goth Sam would be great)

I was kinda going for a mix of 90's goth/the craft/modern with the layers and mismatched thrifted clothes. I may have missed the mark but honestly i was just having fun putting her in outfits lol

[tinyshyteacup]

Holy Cow, there's 500 of you ! when did that happen ? 😳

I've stared at that number for hours, completely floored that so many of you find value in my chaotic ramblings and silly little stories.

From the bottom of my heart 🫀- thank you sooooooooo much for every like comment reblog or follow, you guys r amazing ! 🥰

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Drop me a explosion emoji and two characters for a crossover drabble, the more cracked the better !

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- Juice let loose in Ironman's lab ?

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Guidelines:

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[mintyys-blog]

💋 𝐒𝐀𝐌 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐒𝐎𝐍

if you want to see more characters click here

GROUNDED — forced proximity/slowburn

—> sam wilson x winged! reader

BIRDS OF A FEATHER— fluff/ enemies to friends

—> cop! sam wilson x harpy! reader

SUPERHEROES & SNUGGLES— fluff

—> sam wilson x wife! reader

Sam, Y/N, and their daughter as they share a playful, love-filled day of storytelling, pretend battles, and cozy family moments.

SPECIAL— fluff

—> valentines day special

WEIGHT OR THE WORLD— hurt/comfort

SECRET PAST— romance.

—> boyfriend! sam wilson x buckys ex! reader

HEARTS ON THE RUN— romance

—> bodyguard sam wilson x reader

[sacredjake]

Fast Times

pairing: Danny Wagner x Reader

word count: 4.6k

warnings: fluff, biker danny (bc yes that deserves a warning)

disclaimer: please, please, please be exremely cautious about riding motorcycles and always make sure you wear the correct gear. and please do not ride on the back of a strangers bike for the first time… or maybe in general? stranger danger y’all!

a/n: hi y’all! hope you enjoy biker!danny

should out to @malany-gvf for proofreading and allowing me to bounce ideas off her <3 and thank you to @gold-mines-melting for giving me feedback on the moodboard, i definitely think this is the perfect one :) thank you both so much!!! <3333 love y’all!

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The grocery store was fairly busy, it was a Saturday after all. People milled about getting their groceries, necessities and whatnot, filling most of the aisles you traveled down. You hated going to the store on the weekends, but you needed a few things and today was one of your few off days, so here you were. Thankfully you didn’t need more than a couple of items.

You muttered a few apologies as you pushed the cart past other customers down the aisle before stopping in front of the pasta. Your eyes raked over the shelves trying to find the specific pasta that you wanted. Finally you were able to spot it on the top shelf.

“Great…” You huffed with a sigh, realizing the box was just out of your reach. Taking a look around you noticed most of the aisle had cleared out, so you walked closer to the shelves, and stepped lightly on the bottom one. Even with the extra step up, your fingers barely grazed the box.

The more you tried to grab the box, the further you pushed it back with each sweep of your fingers. Just as you were about to give up, a hand plucked the box from behind your fingers. A very large hand. Your eyes trailed up from the hand next to yours to land on the man next to you. He was tall, with beautiful, dark brown curly hair, soft brown eyes, and he was wearing a crooked smile. He was very attractive. And he was holding the box of pasta out to you.

You cleared your throat as you stepped down, feeling the heat of embarrassment creep up your throat and into your cheeks. “Ah, thanks…” You carefully took the box from the handsome stranger and tried your best to avoid looking at him again. Your face was red enough already.

“No worries.” He gave you a soft smile before he walked away. You watched as he got further down the aisle and caught his eyes one last time as he glanced back at you from over his shoulder. He disappeared around the corner, shaking you from your deer-in-headlights state.

You pushed the attractive stranger out of your mind and continued your shopping by grabbing the last two things on your list. While you waited in the self-checkout line you spotted the man again at a register in front of you. You watched him scan the few items he had and pay for his belongings until it was your turn. He was wearing black skinny jeans, white vans, and a “The Church of Rock and Roll” shirt that had been made into a tank top, the slits on the sides easily reaching down to his ribs, with a pair of black ray bans hanging from the neck of his shirt.

Just as you were walking up to an empty register, he was packing away his things into a small bag. A few minutes later you did the same, and walked out to your car once everything was paid for and placed back into the cart. You unlocked your trunk and began carefully placing everything inside making sure nothing would fall over.

As you shut the trunk and walk the cart towards the corral, you could hear the sound of a motorcycle pulling in beside you. The driver had parked right next to your driver side and had set the kick stand out, letting the bike rest while still being on.

It was a small black Harley cruiser, nothing super fancy, but still very nice. You took special notice to the rider, recognizing the mystery man from the pasta aisle, but this time he had a helmet on. Suddenly the sound from the bike was cut off as you approached your car and unlocked it. You had opened the door and sat in the driver’s seat when the guy finally spoke up.

“Uh, hey, I’m sorry about this, but I just thought you were really cute and uh… Sorry… I uh… Was just wondering if maybe I could get your number?”

The bulky helmet covered most of his face, but you could tell underneath that he was blushing. His shyness almost caught you off guard seeing as he didn’t seem so shy inside the store. It was endearing in a way.

“My number?” You couldn’t wipe the stupid grin off your face even if you tried. He was incredibly cute.

“Yeah… If that would be alright?” The crinkles by his eyes gave away his hidden smile under the helmet. While the helmet covered most of his face you could still see the bridge of his nose, and the freckles that lived there.

“I’ll make you a deal…” You leaned towards him more with your left foot planted on the ground outside of the car. His right eyebrow cocked upwards waiting for your next move.

“And what might that be?”

“I’ll give you my number if you take me for a ride on your bike.”

“Deal.”

There was no hesitation in his reply and the confidence in himself made him more attractive.

“Really? Just like that?” You were amused that he had even agreed and especially more so that he did it almost without a second thought.

“It’s not everyday a pretty girl wants to ride on the bike and will give me her number. But I don’t have another helmet on me right now and there’s absolutely no way I’ll take you out on this without the proper gear.”

“I can wait.” The words left your mouth before you had even realized what you said. You didn’t know this man and you were going to get on a motorcycle with him? What the hell was wrong with you?

“You don’t have anywhere else you need to be? Nothing frozen in there?” He gestured to the back of your car where you had just finished loading in all your groceries.

“Nope, I am completely free and nothing frozen in the back.”

He said nothing for a moment and just continued to stare at you in awe. He shook his head with a chuckle before he spoke again.

“Alright, give me twenty minutes and I’ll be back here… You’re seriously gonna wait?”

“I’m seriously gonna wait.”

With that he started the bike up again and released the kick stand. Before he backed up, he shot you another smile with a look of almost disbelief that this was happening. Once he took off you shut the door to your car and turned the engine on to get comfortable. You made sure to text basically everyone you knew about your plans for the night in case he was actually an axe murderer.

You scrolled through various forms of social media while you waited for the mystery man to return. When you heard the loud rumbling of the bike around the corner you checked the time. Almost twenty minutes on the dot. He was good.

You waited until he killed the engine to the bike to turn your car off and step outside. He took his helmet off and stepped off the bike. His delicate curls didn’t suffer any damage or deformity during their time inside his helmet, looking absolutely perfect. The same crooked smile you saw in the store had returned and it made your heart skip.

“I can’t believe you waited.” He tucked his helmet underneath his arm while he held another one in his hand. It was red and slightly smaller than his black helmet.

“I can’t believe you came back.” You closed the car door behind you and clicked the lock button twice to set the alarm.

“Of course I came back. I’m not sure if this helmet will fit exactly, but it’s better than nothing.” He held the helmet out for you to take. You did as he silently asked and took the helmet from him. It was heavier than you expected, but at least you knew your skull would be safe in it.

“Ya know, before I put this on maybe you should tell me your name?”

A smile cracked across his face making his eyes sparkle.

“It’s Daniel, but you can call me Danny.” He held his hand out and waited for you to shake it.

“Danny… Nice to officially meet you, I’m y/n.” Your left hand dropped to your side with the helmet as you grabbed his hand. Danny didn’t squeeze your hand hard, but his grip was firm. You met the pressure of his hand, squeezing back slightly.

“Likewise.” His smile was contagious, and it never left his face. Every time he looked at you, you couldn’t help the grin that danced on your lips.

“Have you ever been on a motorcycle of any kind?”

“No, I’ve been snowmobiling, jet skiing and on ATVs, but never on a bike.”

He nodded his head in understanding and seemed to think about what he was going to say next.

“Hmmm… Right. So there are a few rules we need to go over before you put the helmet on.” You followed his previous action and nodded in response.

“You have to hold on to me at all times, so don’t get all shy on me. When we turn, let your body follow the natural pull, don’t fight it or that’ll end up badly. If you’re nervous or uncomfortable at any time, let me know. We’ll be able to hear each other through the bluetooth in the helmets, but sometimes it cuts in and out, so tap my chest three times, okay?” You continued to nod as he went on explaining the important things you’d need to know.

“When we stop, try your best to not lean forward on me and brace yourself as we slow. Try not to move too much on the back as well. Lastly, relax and have fun. I won’t go any faster than what you’re comfortable with. Sound good?”

“Yeah, I think I’ve got it. Hold on tight, don’t lean too much to one side, communicate by tapping your chest three times or talking, brace for stops and don’t lean on your back, and don’t move around.” You ran back through everything he had just said, pretty sure you got it all down. It was a little nerve wracking to think about the fact you were trusting a stranger with your life. And that he was trusting you not to screw up.

“Sounds like you’ve got it. Ready to put that helmet on?” You held the helmet up wordlessly between the two of you.

“Ready as I’ll ever be.”

“Alright go ahead and slip it on, and I’ll help you tighten and buckle it before I put mine on.”

The helmet he provided you fit perfectly, it was snug without being too tight, and it didn’t wiggle around your face. You could hear his muffled voice asking how it fit through all the padding. You gave the helmet a tap on the outside and a thumbs up. His fingers got to work on the straps underneath your chin, constantly asking how they felt. Once they felt good, Danny slipped his own helmet on and set up the bluetooth.

You hear the bluetooth dial up tone before you hear his voice.

“Can you hear me?”

“Loud and clear.” You saluted him jokingly, earning a chuckle that rang throughout your ears.

“Alright, I’m gonna hand you some gloves, go ahead and put those on while I hop on the bike.”

“Sir, yes sir.” He chuckled again, this time shaking his head.

“Easy now, I don’t know you that well… yet.” Danny winked at you as he handed you the gloves. Instant heat flushed to your cheeks and you were thankful that most of your face was covered. Damn him.

Once he was settled on the bike and you had the gloves on, he spoke again.

“Alright I’m gonna hold my hand out and I want you to use me to help you step on.”

“Got it.”

You walked around to the back of the bike and grabbed his hand around the top of his left shoulder. He kept you steady as you swung your leg over the seat and sat on the back of the bike.

“You’re gonna have to get a little bit closer than that.”

You scooted forward on the seat and tried to get more comfortable. However, you still must not have been close enough because just as you got comfortable, Danny’s large hands wrapped around the backs of your knees and pulled you closer until you were flush against him. You tried to ignore the proximity and where his hands just were, trying to focus on preparing yourself for the actual ride.

“Sorry…” You felt like you had let him down a little by not meeting his standards.

“No worries, this is your first time. Sometimes you just need someone to show you. Go ahead and grab on. Don’t be afraid you’ll hurt me, okay? Hold on tight.”

“Yeah, okay.” While being this close to a complete stranger was unusual, you felt safe with Danny. You snaked your arms around his midsection and held your arms with the other hand, locking them on.

A moment later the bike’s engine revved to life and you felt the vibrations roll through your body. It had just become very real to you. You were about to go on a ride with a man you literally met maybe forty minutes ago. You were in far too deep to turn back now though.

“Ready? We’ll start out nice and easy.” Danny’s head turned slightly over his left shoulder to peek at you. Instead, his helmet knocked against yours softly due to the minimal distance between you. He muttered a quick ‘sorry’ accompanied with a chuckle. You couldn’t help but let a small giggle out.

“Yeah, uh… Just promise you’re not some kind of murderer who’s gonna kill me and dispose of my body in the woods…”

“I promise I’m not a murderer. Just a guy who desperately wants a cute girl’s number. You’re gonna have to trust me during the ride, okay?”

“Yeah, okay. I’m good. I’m ready.” You were basically trying to hype yourself up. Trying to prepare for whatever was about to happen. Definitely too late to turn back now.

“Alright then, let’s go.” Danny released the kickstand and began to walk the bike backwards out of the spot. Your arms tightened around his waist out of instinct as Danny took off out of the parking lot slowly. You remembered what he told you to do during turns and let your body stay neutral, following the motion of the bike while he took a right out of the parking lot.

“You doing okay back there?”

“Yeah, I’m doing alright. If you want, we could probably kick it up a notch if we’re below the speed limit. I’m feeling good.”

You meant it too. Riding on the back was fairly easy and you adjusted to it quickly. Letting your body move in tandem with Danny’s and the bike felt natural and you were loving it.

“Whatever you say, doll.” He laughed with amusement and gave the right handle bar a twist, accelerating. You didn’t go much faster, but you appreciated it. Danny seemed to be cautious about keeping the ride safe.

Buildings and houses and schools blurred in your vision, zooming past. Everything went by at warped speed which made your ability to focus nearly impossible. You did your best to keep yourself upright, but still pressed against him to not leave too much room. Constantly, you fought the urge to rest the cheek of your helmet against his shoulder, but decided that may not be the best option. You didn’t want to be too close to him so that you wouldn’t be able to brace yourself for stops or pull away when you stopped at red lights or stop signs.

Eventually, Danny pulled out onto a quieter road surrounded by trees. There were little to no cars and no people walking around. He kept the speed steady for a moment before speaking.

“Ready to experience some real speed?”

You were definitely ready. You had trusted Danny this far and didn’t think he was reckless enough to endanger you both. Less traffic also made you feel more safe. You tightened your arms around his waist tighter, gripping your forearms with more strength.

“Yeah, I’m ready. Let’s do it.”

“That’s what I like to hear.” Just from the sound of his voice you could tell he was wearing his heart stopping crooked smile.

The build up of speed was gradual, but quick. One moment you were comfortable and the next you felt like you could fly off the back of the bike any second. But you were enjoying every bit of it. You hadn’t even realized that your small screams of enjoyment were now coming out as laughter. No matter how hard you tried to stop you just couldn’t stop laughing.

Your laughter finally died down with the speed of the bike as Danny started to decelerate. He pulled over on the side of the road, kicked the stand out, and killed the engine. You stayed on the back of the bike while he fumbled with the chin straps on the helmet and then slipped it off his head.

“Here.” He held his hand out like he did to help you get on the bike. You placed your left hand in his right using the leverage to pull your body up and swing your leg over the seat. Moving slowly, you were careful to not send your knee flying into his spine.

Danny didn’t let go of your hand after you stepped off the bike, and instead intertwined his fingers with yours to pull you in front of him. Both of his hands find the straps under your chin and his fingers release them swiftly allowing you to pull the helmet off.

“Not bad for a rookie.” He smiled up at you from his seated position on the bike. His discarded helmet sat between his legs, his large hands resting on top of it.

“I’ve been told I’m a pretty fast learner.” You shrugged nonchalantly, a smirk creeping its way onto your lips. Danny only smiled wider.

“Is that so?”

His eyebrow cocked as he spoke and his hand stretched out the short distance towards your hip, looping his index and middle fingers through the belt loop on your jeans. He tugged you towards him with minimal force, and you allowed your body to follow until his knee rested against your hip. You nodded your head slowly in response, teeth gnawing lightly on your bottom lip.

It was at this moment that you realized just how close you were to one another. You were so close to Danny that you could make out all the freckles that splayed across the bridge of his nose. So close that you could tell that his eyes weren’t just brown. They were hazel. Brown and green hazel. They were beautiful, and warm, and inviting, and they held you there, unable to look away.

His hand gripped your hip, the tips of his fingers digging into your waist, somehow bringing you closer to him. You rested your hand on his shoulder, a nervous knot of excitement twisting in the pit of your stomach. With bated breath you watched Danny’s eyes shift between your own before flicking down to your lips and back up to your eyes.

His eyes bore into yours with a silent question, your answer coming out in the form of a nod. The hand on your hip disappeared and came to rest on your neck, his fingers reaching the nape. He pulled you to him, pausing just before his lips brushed yours, his eyes flitting once more between your eyes and lips. He met your gaze again, his lips curled up in that soft crooked smile that made your knees weak.

When his lips finally touched yours it was with light pressure. Like he was afraid he’d hurt you. Soft and warm, his lips fit against yours in a way you couldn’t describe. As if they were made for each other. Your skin tingled with goosebumps and felt like it had been set on fire. Just when you began to melt against Danny’s lips they were gone. Your eyes open half-lidded, coated with content and need, to see Danny staring back at you mirroring your expression.

“It’s, uh, starting to get dark out. We should head back.” You were still so close to each other that his warm breath cascaded over your skin. He was smiling at you when he spoke, his hand still holding the back of your neck.

“Yeah, okay.” Your voice cracked in a whisper and you smiled softly back at him.

Danny helped you put your helmet back on, tightening the straps and making sure the bluetooth was working before starting the bike. He held his hand out just as he had earlier and you grabbed on, hoisting yourself onto the back of the seat. While you got comfortable, Danny put his helmet on.

“Ready to head back?”

You snaked your hands around his waist and squeezed lightly before responding.

“Yeah, I’m all set.”

“Alright then.”

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The ride back to your car was fairly quiet. It wasn’t an uncomfortable silence. In fact it was completely comfortable, just enjoying the moment you were sharing and watching the night fly by. Soon enough you and Danny were pulling into the spot next to your car. The parking lot was mostly empty, the grocery store having closed nearly an hour ago.

“Here we are.” Danny killed the engine to the bike and helped you step off the back.

“Here,” You held out the helmet he had brought you, “Thank you for taking me out on the bike. I, uh, had a lot of fun.” He hung his own on the handlebar as he stepped off.

“I had fun too, I’m glad you asked for a ride.” He didn’t take the helmet from your hand and instead pushed it back towards you gently. The confusion written on your features was met with a soft smile.

“Keep it. I have a feeling this won’t be the last time I take you for a ride.”

You smiled back at him and tucked it underneath your arm.

“Oh is that so?” You gave him a sly, playful smile and laughed.

“I hope so.” He laughed with you, and stepped closer, his hand cupping your cheek. You leaned into his touch with your hand laying over his.

“I think that can be arranged.”

“Good, because I’d like to be able to do this a lot more often.”

Danny’s lips met yours for the second time that night, and still you felt the imaginary fireworks. Still you felt the tingle it brought to your entire body. Still you felt that same fire from before. It was almost as if you had never felt truly alive until today. And just like before, the kiss was brief. When you opened your eyes, Danny’s were staring back at you softly. That beautiful crooked grin adorned his face making your heart clench.

“I think I could get used to that.”

Another hour had easily passed. You were both talking, and enjoying each other’s company and swapping life stories. The night was beginning to turn chilly, your body shivering lightly. Danny being the gentleman that he is, handed you his jacket, which you gracefully accepted even though it was far too large for you.

Eventually the night drew to a close despite you wishing it would never end. You could’ve stayed with Danny the entire night, just talking about your lives. You loved learning all the little things about him like the things he loved, and the things he hated, his passion for music and his family. Being around him was like a constant nicotine high leaving your entire body tingling, and your mind fuzzy.

“Hand me your phone.” You held your palm out to him. He had opened your door for you and you were sitting in the driver’s seat looking up at him.

He just gave you a questioning look, but took his phone out of his pocket and handed it to you, unlocking it first. You opened the phone icon and began typing your numbers in on the keypad. You saved your number in his phone and gave it back to him with your contact popped up on the screen.

“I intended to keep my end of the bargain.”

“How do I know this is your real number? That you didn’t just put in a fake one and use me for my clearly awesome bike?” His tone was playful, clearly making a joke.

“Well you could text me now, make sure it’s right.” A light, breathy laugh sounded from his lips. He did as you suggested and typed out a quick message. To neither of your surprise, your phone vibrated in your pocket. You showed him the notification and saved his number in your phone.

“I told you.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Danny rolled his eyes, an amused smile on his face. He stepped closer to you and leaned down, kissing you a final time for the night. This kiss was a little different than the other two. There was the tiniest hint of passion and hunger behind the barely there force that came with his lips this time. Not letting either of you explore those feelings, Danny pulled away and grabbed your hand.

“I really need to get going, it’s getting late. Let me know when you make it home safely?”

“Yeah, I will.”

Danny placed a kiss to the back of your hand, and stepped back. He wished you goodnight, his voice coming out soft, and hushed. You said goodnight as well, shut your door and started your car. He waited for you to back out and leave the area you were parked in before he exited the parking lot too. The whole way home you couldn’t stop replaying the day’s events in your mind. It almost felt like a dream. A fairytale even. What are the odds right?

When you had made it home safely you remembered to text Danny.

I got home safe. Thank you again for a great day, it was perfect.

You went about your regular nighttime routine, washing your face, changing clothes, feeding your fish, etc… You also had brought in all of the groceries you had bought hours ago, and put them away. It wasn’t until you were changing that you realized you still had Danny’s jacket on. You slid into bed and picked up your phone to text him about it. He had already texted you back which made you smile.

I had a great time too. I’m glad today was perfect because that was just a scratch on the surface.

His text seemed promising of another… whatever today was. You weren’t sure if you would call today a first date, or a date at all considering you barely knew the guy, but you knew for sure you wanted to see him again.

Sounds like you plan on seeing me again?

You hit send before typing out another message and hitting send on that one.

Oh by the way, I still have your jacket!

When his next text came through, you were sure you were blushing bright red, and smiling at your phone like a lunatic. Or some kind of love-sick teenager.

I know, I didn’t ask for it back on purpose. I figured you could give it back to me on our second date ;)

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[holylulusworld]

A wild ride (7)

Summary: You end up in the lamest town you can imagine. Your mother dumped you at your prude father’s place only for you to stumble into the clubhouse of the Winchesters. 

Pairing: Biker!Dean Winchester x fem!Reader; Biker!Sam Winchester x fem!Reader; Biker!John Winchester x fem!Reader 

SMUT Pairing in this chapter: Biker!Dean Winchester x fem!Reader 

Warnings: language, smut, unprotected sex, sex on a bar counter, creampie, doggy style, degrading (consensual), voyeurism, a slap on the ass, aftercare, mentions of safe words, implied multiple partners, fingers in mouth, groping

A wild ride masterlist 

Divider by @firefly-graphics​​

<< Part 6

John lazily leans against the bar counter, sipping at his drink. He’s satisfied with the way you limp next to his eldest. John chuckles as you still beg his son to fuck the neediness out of your bratty body.

“Be good, doll. Dean will give you all you want. Just ask him nicely.”

Dean throws John an angry look. He wanted to have you first, but as always, he gets sloppy seconds.

“Dean,” you tug at Dean’s shirt. He wants to take his time and think about the perfect position to fuck you in, but you are getting impatient. 

The Winchesters woke a hungry beast, and you are all too eager to feed it. Or let them feed it with their cocks. 

“Sweetheart, you are in for a wild ride,” Dean purrs. He walks you toward the bar counter, smirking as you nervously lick your lips. “Come here.”

“What?” You squeak when Dean easily lifts you onto the bar counter, right next to his father. “Dean! What are you doing?”

“I’ll fuck you on every surface at this bar. Let’s start with the bar counter…” John shakes his head as Dean tells you to go on hands and knees.

“She will break a bone if you fuck her up there.” Dean grunts and ignores his father. He joins you on the bar counter, already gripping your ass. “Dean…don’t do anything…fuck.”

John watches his son kneel behind you. He licks his lips as you eagerly let Dean manipulate your body. 

It’s not the most comfortable position, to be honest. The wood bites into your knees, and you are scared to slip and land on the floor.

“Relax, the counter will hold us both. I’ve got you,” Dean purrs while teasing your entrance with the tip of his cock. “Fuck, you will feel so good.” He slowly enters you from behind and grips your hips.

“Dean, fuck her on a table, not that fucking counter,” John’s voice booms through the bar. “If you hurt her, you get your ass whipped.”

Sam laughs as his brother completely ignores his father. Dean starts moving in and out of your already slick cunt. He grunts, and curses as you rock your body to the rhythm he sets. “Y/N looks like she’s having fun, Dad. Let him fuck her on the counter.”

You whine. Dean seems to be determined to outdo his father. He angles his hips to hit your sweet spot. “That’s it, baby. You take me so well and deep in your perfect little pussy.”

“Dean loves to talk dirty,” Sam steps closer to watch your face contort in pleasure. He cups your chin to lift your head. “Look at me while my brother fucks you. Tell me what you will let me do to your slutty cunt.”

“I’m gonna—” you whimper. Dean is slamming his hips in your ass, jolting your body toward his brother. Sam pushes two long fingers into your mouth, slowly moving them in and out of your mouth, matching Dean’s rhythm. 

“Use your tongue, lick my fingers while Dean fucks you full of cum.” Fuck, you could cum only from the way Sam looks at you, like a predator ready to devour his prey. 

You try to focus on Dean’s cock hitting all the right spots and ignore the other Winchesters watching you get used by one of them. It’s impossible, though. Especially because this is one of your secret fantasies. 

“She’s such a good slut for us, isn’t she, Dean?” John joins the party. He stands next to the counter to run his hand over your exposed back. “One day, she will take us all at once.”

Dean rocks his hips faster. Flesh claps against flesh. You feel his pre-cum, and John’s cum run out of your abused hole, joining your juices, sticking your skin. You feel like a whore, and a queen at the same time.

This gorgeous man rams his thick cock into your pussy. “Sweetheart, I want you to cum for me.” Dean slaps your right cheek harshly. He doesn’t like that you get distracted by his brother and father. “That’s my turn. She comes for me, not you.”

“Come for Dean, my little slut,” Sam looks you deep in the eyes. He smirks as every deep thrust of his brother’s cock makes you moan louder. “Yeah, cum for him. I want to see you fall apart.”

“Oh god!” You clench tightly around Dean’s shaft, dragging him with you over the edge. The bar counter starts to creak, and you drool all over Sam’s fingers when Dean speeds up to ride your high out.

“Just Dean to you, sweetheart,” Dean slips out of you, admiring his cum run out of your still pulsing cunt. He runs his fingers up and down your folds, pushing his seed back inside of your hole. 

Sam removes his fingers to let you relax. “What’s your color?” He asks. “Dean needs to know you are alright.”

“Green, Sir.”

“Aw, look at you, so sweet,” Sam cups your face with his large hands to kiss you greedily. “How about you have some water and then, I’ll devour this pussy and ruin it forever…”

Aftercare is important to Dean. He checks on you and cleans your sticky crotch and thighs. You’re sore and need a break before Sam will have his turn. He told you to wait for another time, but you want his cock too.

“She’s something else,” Sam sips at his drink, watching his brother run his hand over your naked body. You lean in his touch but look at his brother and father. “Like a hungry lion ready to eat our dicks alive.”

“How do you want to fuck her, Sammy?” John dips his head to watch you get up from the couch. You kiss Dean’s lips, whispering something against his soft pillows.

He laughs and slaps your ass. “She wants to fuck Sammy now. Cowgirl style.” Dean wiggles his eyebrows. “Do you think she’s a good rider?”

“You want to ride me, sweetness?” Sam pats his thigh. “Come here and get another Winchester dick. The best you’ll ever have…”

>> Part 8

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[opelman]

Ducati / Sam Lowes / GBR / Elf Marc VDS Racing Team by Artes Max Via Flickr: Superbikes Barcelona Motorfest – Pirelli Catalunya Round 2024 / Circuit de Barcelona

[fagcifer]

[ 🎶] decided to expand upon the sketch... with green blobs‼️‼️

the everything is scuffed but it was surprsingly fun?!?! holy shit x enjoying his hobbies again.

some part of sams jacket looks surprsingly good! if you squint your eyes and step 6 feet away from the screen with 15% brightness!

yesterday drawing got me thinking ahout xekiel and samaels domestic life? dating life? queer-platonic symbiotic life? (what benefit would samael even get from xekiel) best described as guy trying his best trying to prevent his dog not to chew on his shoes— or in this case, him! (we got a cannibal in the house!)

the 'story' isnt really set in stone yet, but i do have the rough idea of what the vibe will be. maybe if it was the blue guy, i mightve write samael to be less aggressive. cold and aloof but still less aggressive.

big themes are serious/stupid, cuteness aggression (or just aggression and roughness in general), sadomasochism, and food. think of your mutt tugging and pulling on the leash and dragging you into the concrete and down into a pond^^

[iamaburnedgiftedartkid]

Run, Chapter 6

Warnings - Mentions of Past Physical Violence, Physical Injuries, Minor Injury Description

You go to the shop and get bored and have a customer act weird because of your injuries. You help Wanda out and find out her brother is expected back tomorrow.

Sorry it's been so long I wish for no more curveballs. I'd just like to say thank you to anyone who still stuck around waiting.

You make your way into the bathroom, quickly changing into a gray henley and black jeans. You avoid the mirror, every bruise, cut, and burn threatens to drown you and drag you back to the moment they were inflicted. You try to avoid the cuts on your arms even as the sound of the beer bottle striking your face fills your ears with your heart beat, deep breath, focus. You pull your sunglasses out of your jacket pocket and slide them on. They don’t completely hide your face but they do hide enough to elevate some of your anxiety. You steel myself with a deep breath and head back into the bay. 

When you enter you see Bucky, Steve, and Wanda all talking quietly together, you can’t hear them but their bodies are tight with anger. You slow down, not sure if you should go to them but Steve looks up at you and straightens. You slump your shoulders, I probably left a bad impression with that customer. Everyone turns to look at you and you look toward the ground as you get closer to the group, “Sorry”, you say while fidgeting with your fingers. 

“Why do you have sunglasses on?” Bucky asks while crossing his arms over his chest. Wanda’s hand reaches for yours, stopping you from tearing at the skin on your fingers. “What happened up front earlier?” Wanda gently asks while rubbing circles onto your hand. Wanda tugs  at your hand and you look at her. “Why didn’t you tell me what that asshole said to you?” Wanda pry’s. You look back down unable to fidget, “it’s my own fault, I shouldn't have been up there. I-I just didn’t want to bother you while you were on the phone so I went up front. I’m sorry.” Steve lifts one of his hands to his head and sighs, you start trembling and take a step away from them, “I’m sorry I di-didn’t mean to mess anything up.” You frantically get out while raising your hands in surrender.  

“Hey.” Bucky says coming toward you and  grabbing your shoulder causing you to squeak out a panicked sound. Your eyes shoot to his in fear and you try not to cry but your breathing picks up, “Hey” Bucky says in a gentler tone while rubbing circles on your shoulder. “You did nothing wrong Doll. That guy is a dick. You can tell us if something like that happens okay? We’re not going to get mad at you or balm you.” Bucky finishes. 

You're shocked, “You’re not mad at me?” You glance at all of them, Wanda and Steve shake their heads. You look back at Bucky,”No I'm not and nobody else is.” He  says softly. The air whooshes out of you and a bit of hysterical laugh comes out, “I feel like I’m crazy.” You say quietly to yourself but in a quiet garage you might as well have shouted it. Bucky looks behind him to everyone else and Wanda, her eyes to yours, “I think you’re just traumatized, we can work on it.” She says. You're so taken aback by everything that is going  on you just shake your head in agreement. They all share another look and Wanda steps up to you, “Alright now that, that is all sorted. Me and you are headed back to the clubhouse to make lunch and take a break for a bit.” You look at Steve and Bucky and they both nod, “We’ll be there in about an hour for lunch.” Steve says, giving you a smile. 

“Alright” you say looking back  toward Wanda, who beams at you and excitedly drags you toward the back exit to where they park their bikes. You know Steve’s and Bucky’s bikes which just leave the Harley Davidson Sportster in burgundy that has runes on the tank that spell something out you can’t read. Wanda sees you eyeing her bike, “It says ‘Scarlet Witch’, it’s a nickname I have.” She says with a grin. You Smile back at her as she walks over and puts her helmet on. You wait for her to gesture for you to get on the back before hopping on behind her.

The ride back to the clubhouse was the same as last night. You and Wanda pull up and you see Chuck working outside. You get off the bike keeping your head down and following Wanda, when you glaze in his direction he looks at you in pure anger. I look away and follow into the club house. 

Wanda and you head into the kitchen where she starts talking excitedly about her brother returning tomorrow. “Where was he?” you ask a small pulling at your lips at her excitement. She pauses in pulling food out of lunch before turning toward you and stepping very close whispering in your ear, “you can't tell anyone.” she pulls back to look you in the eyes and you nod. She leans back into you, “He’s been undercover with a rival gang.” she whispers before turning around and continuing to excitedly talk about his return tomorrow and how there will be a party. 

You stay frozen  for a moment before your mind and catch up to the whiplash in the change of her talking. You walk up to her at the counter, “What are we making for lunch?” you say with a smile. She smiles  back at you, “Since we’re having a party tomorrow we will keep it simple with sandwiches, salad, and soup.” She says while pulling out what has to be 10 pounds of bread. She goes into what will be known as ‘mission mode’. She directs you around the kitchen with ease  even though you are a bit clumsy. She is right there to help you along with encouragement. Before you know it people have started coming into the kitchen and you and Wanda are done. You smile excitedly at one another before Wanda has a wooden spoon in her hand and in directing everyone like she was the first night you got here.

[catharinawrites]

Ride or Die

Pairing: Biker!Bucky Barnes x female!reader

Word count: 2K

Summary: Your a law student who's been overlooked by her dad and wants to make a change to her life. It just so happened that there is this bar with a very good looking owner who seems to be impressed by your defense skills.

a/n: surpriseeeeeee another chapter today! let me know what you think :)

Previous chapter: Chapter 2: ''This is a bad idea''

Chapter 3: ''you’re Stark’s kid?''

The moment his lips had left yours, reality had crashed back in like a tidal wave. 

You and Bucky crossed a line. A dangerous, irreversible line.

The bar was empty, except for Sam wiping down tables on the far side, pretending not to see anything. Your heart was still racing, your breath shallow and the warmth of Bucky’s touch lingered on your waist. 

His eyes were locked onto yours, heavy with something that sent shivers down your spine. You should’ve pulled away, stepped back and put some distance between you, but neither of you moved. 

Bucky exhaled, his hand twitching against your side before finally letting go. ‘’You should go home’’ he muttered, his voice rough.

You arched a brow, still feeling the adrenaline coursing through your veins. ‘’You kicking me out?’’ 

He shook his head, stepping back as if putting space between you would undo what just happend. ‘’I’m saying you need to think about this’’ 

You tilted your head. ‘’And you don’t?’’ 

His lips quirked in a humorless smile. ‘’Oh, doll, I’ve been thinking about this since the moment you stepped foot in my bar’’ 

You didn’t know what to say to that. There was a storm brewing in his eyes, something dark and conflicted, something you weren’t sure if you should be running from or running towards. 

Before you could respond, the sound of a phone buzzing snapped the tension in half. Bucky pulled out his phone, glancing at the screen and his expression hardened instantly. 

‘’Work’’ he said curtly, already shifting back into business mode. ‘’I’ll see you tomorrow.’’ 

You hesitated but nodded, grabbing your things, waving Sam goodbye and heading out. The cold night hit you like a rock, clearing some of the haze clouding your mind. As you walked home, one thought refused to leave you: 

This was only the beginning. 

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The next day, you went about your usual routine- studying in the afternoon, then heading to the bar in the evening. But everything felt different. 

Bucky wasn’t there when you arrived, and Nat was het usual observant self, throwing you knowing glances even time you looked even slightly distracted. 

‘’So’’ she finally said, sliding a shot of tequila in your direction. ‘’You wanna tell me what’s got you al dazed and dreamy?’’ 

You scoffed. ‘’I’m not dreamy’’ 

Nat smirked ‘’Your something’’ 

You rolled your eyes but didn’t say anything, taking a sip of the tequila. 

‘’Barnes was acting real weird this morning’’ she continued, pretending to clean a glass. ‘’Real quiet, broody. More than usual’’

You ignored the way your stomach flipped. ‘’Maybe he just had a lot on his plate.’’ 

Nat hummed, unconvinced. ‘’Or maybe something happend last night’’ 

You raised a brow. ‘’And if something did?’’ 

She leaned in with a grin. ‘’Then I’d tell you to be careful’’ 

You scoffed again then smiled at her ‘’You sound like him’’ 

Nat’s grin widened. ‘’Oh, sweets. That’s how you know you’re in trouble’’

Before you could respond, the bar door opened, and Bucky walked in. His presence was immediate, commanding like the room adjusted to accommodate him. 

Your eyes met, and for a second, you saw something flicker in his expression- something unspoken. But then is was gone, masked by his usual scoff. 

‘’Boss man’s back’’ Sam muttered from behind you. ‘’Try not to drool’’

You shot him a glare but he only smirked, walking away. 

The night carried on as usual, but the tension between you and Bucky sudderd beneath the surface. Every glance, every stolen moment when you caught him staring, adding only fuel to the fire. 

But the night took a turn when the bar was nearly closing. 

A group of unfamiliar bikers walked in, their presence instantly shifting the energy in the bar. You recognized their patches- Rumlow’s crew. 

Your grip tightened around the bottle you were holding. Nat noticed and leaned in. ‘’Stay close’’. She murmured. 

Bucky had clocked them the moment they entered. He pushed away from the bar where he had been leaning his expression stone cold. Steve appeared at his side like clockwork, both of them exuding authority. 

Rumlow himself wasn’t there, but the guys he sent were enough to make your skin crawl. 

One of them, a tall broad shoulders man with a scar running down his cheek approached the bar and flashed you a greasy smile. ‘’Hey there, sweetheart’’ 

You didn’t react, merely setting down a glass and raising a brow. ‘’You ordering or wasting my time?’’ 

Bucky watched you and couldn’t help but smile to himself. You were definitely something.

The guys chuckled, glancing at his buddies. ‘’Feisty, I like that’’ 

Sam moved closer to you ‘’We’re closing soon’’ 

‘’Relax man’’ Scarface drawled ‘’Just having a drink, ain’t that right sweetheart’’ 

You didn’t answer, but your grip on the counter tightens

That’s when Bucky spoke. “You got business here?”

The tension snapped tight. The bikers turned their attention to him, their expressions shifting.

Scarface smirked. “Just getting to know your new girl, Barnes.”

Bucky’s jaw clenched. “She’s not yours to know.”

That response had your stomach flipping.

Scarface seemed amused. “That right?”

Bucky stepped forward, his presence a warning. “Leave.”

For a second, you thought the guy was going to push back. But then he chuckled, raising his hands in mock surrender. “Relax, Barnes. We’re just being friendly.”

He threw you one last lingering glance before turning away, leading his crew out of the bar.

As soon as they were gone, the tension in the room eased, but you were still buzzing with adrenaline.

“You, okay?” Nat asked quietly.

You nodded, glancing at Bucky. His fists were still clenched, his jaw tight.

“I should go,” you murmured, setting down your rag.

Bucky turned to you, his expression unreadable. “I’ll walk you.”

You hesitated but nodded. The walk home was silent at first, the cool night air doing little to calm the fire still burning inside you.

“You shouldn’t engage with guys like that,” Bucky finally said.

You glanced at him. “I can handle myself.”

He exhaled. “I know. Doesn’t mean I want you to have to.”

Something about the way he said it made your chest tighten.

You stopped walking, turning to face him. “Bucky, what are we doing?”

He looked at you, something raw and conflicted in his gaze. “Something we probably shouldn’t.”

You swallowed. “And do you want to stop?”

A muscle in his jaw jumped. “No.”

Neither did you.

Without thinking, you reached for him, fingers curling around his jacket. He didn’t hesitate, closing the distance and pulling you into another searing kiss.

This was reckless. This was dangerous.

And you couldn’t stop.

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The past few days had settled into a rhythm—working at The Howling Wolf and exchanging glances with Bucky that burned hotter than they should. The tension between you both crackled like a live wire, unspoken but impossible to ignore. Whatever was happening between you wasn’t just a passing flirtation. It was something deeper.

Tonight, however, wasn’t about the bar. It was about something bigger.

Bucky and Steve had left early, telling you nothing. You hadn’t asked, but their secrecy gnawed at you. Something was going on beneath the surface of their operations, something beyond serving drinks and breaking up the occasional bar fight.

What you didn’t know was that they were at your father’s house—sitting in his office, discussing the one thing that had been poisoning the city for months—the incoming drug shipments.

Tony Stark leaned back in his chair, his expression unreadable as he eyed Bucky and Steve across his expansive mahogany desk. He exhaled sharply, rubbing his temple. “These shipments aren’t slowing down. In fact, they’re only getting bigger. I’ve done what I can to keep the heat off you two, but this needs to stop—permanently.”

Steve nodded, arms crossed. “We’ve intercepted three of their transports already, but they’re adapting. They’re bringing in more men, better security.”

Bucky, who had been silent until now, finally spoke. “Rumlow and Zemo are getting desperate. They’re bleeding money. If we hit their next major shipment, we cripple them. We force them to rethink their entire operation.”

Tony’s gaze flickered between the two men, jaw tightening. “Fine. But it must be clean. No unnecessary blood, no cops, no collateral.”

Bucky smirked. “We’re not amateurs, Stark.”

Tony narrowed his eyes. “That’s exactly what I’m worried about.”

As the conversation continued behind closed doors, you found yourself walking down the familiar hallway of your father’s house. You hadn’t expected him to be home this early, but something had drawn you inside. Maybe it was intuition, maybe it was pure coincidence. Either way, you were here now.

And then you saw them.

Through the slightly open office door, your father sat across from Steve and Bucky, their faces serious, their voices low. The sight made your stomach tighten. Your father—the powerful, respected lawyer—having a private meeting with two bikers? The same bikers you worked for. The same biker you had kissed just days ago and were starting to fall in love with.

Your blood ran cold.

Your dads sharp gaze flicked toward the door and locked onto yours. Recognition flashed across his features. His jaw clenched slightly, but he didn’t react otherwise. Bucky and Steve, unaware of your presence, continued their conversation.

Heart pounding, you took a step back, careful not to make a sound. You needed answers. And you weren’t leaving until you got them.

Whatever was happening here, it was bigger than you had ever imagined.

And now, you were right in the middle of it.

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You needed answers.

Instead of confronting them right away, you forced yourself to keep walking, moving silently through the hallway. If you stayed any longer, your dad would know you had been eavesdropping. And that wasn’t a risk you were willing to take—not yet.

The rest of the evening passed in a haze. By the time you made it back to your apartment, your mind was still reeling.

What the hell was Bucky Barnes doing in a business meeting with your father?

The Tony Stark you knew had always operated on the right side of the law—at least, that’s what he led everyone to believe. He had spent his life as one of the city’s most high-profile attorneys, a man with power and influence, someone who was respected and feared in equal measure. And yet, tonight, you had seen something different.

You had seen him working with criminals.

You pulled out your phone, debating whether to call him or not. But what would you even say? Hey Dad, mind telling me why you’re cutting deals with the same men you’d normally have arrested?

No. You needed more information before you made a move.

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The next night at The Howling Wolf was busier than usual. The usual crowd of bikers, drifters, and locals had packed into the bar, the scent of whiskey and leather thick in the air. You tried to focus on work, pouring drinks and keeping the conversations light, but your mind was elsewhere.

Bucky hadn’t been around much tonight. He was upstairs in his office again, likely handling more of whatever business he and Steve had been talking about the night before. Every time you caught a glimpse of the door at the top of the stairs, your stomach twisted.

Sam noticed your distraction. He leaned against the bar beside you, crossing his arms. “Alright, spill it. What’s got you looking like you’ve seen a ghost?”

You hesitated. Sam was the kind of guy who could read people a little too well. 

“Just tired,” you lied.

He didn’t look convinced. “Uh-huh. And I’m the King of Wakanda.”

You rolled your eyes, but before you could reply, the sound of heavy boots descending the stairs caught your attention. Bucky.

He walked into the bar, his presence commanding as always. His blue eyes scanned the room before they landed on you. For a moment, the rest of the world faded, the noise of the bar dimming as you locked eyes. The air between you crackled, full of the unspoken words and unacknowledged tension that had been growing since the night of your kiss.

You swallowed hard. Now or never.

Taking a deep breath, you made your way around the bar and intercepted him near the back hallway, where the noise of the crowd wouldn’t reach.

“Bucky,” you said, keeping your voice steady.

He raised an eyebrow. “What’s up, doll?”

You hesitated for half a second before lowering your voice. “I saw you last night. At my father’s house.”

Something flickered in his eyes—surprise, maybe, but it was quickly masked. 

“And?”

“And you were having a meeting with him. I want to know why.”

Bucky exhaled slowly, his gaze never leaving yours. “It’s complicated.”

“That’s not an answer.”

A new voice cut in before Bucky could respond.

“Wait.”

Steve had appeared beside Bucky, arms crossed over his chest. His brows furrowed as he stared at you. “Your father?”

You frowned. “Yeah. Tony Stark. Why?”

Bucky and Steve exchanged a look—one filled with genuine shock.

“Holy shit,” Bucky muttered under his breath.

“You mean to tell me,” Steve started slowly, as if piecing it together, “that you’re Stark’s kid?”

The confusion in their expressions threw you off. “You didn’t know?”

“Hell no,” Bucky said, shaking his head. “We thought you were just a bartender trying to make a living. Not his daughter.”

The realization settled over all of you. The secrecy, the hesitation, the way Bucky had refused to talk—it suddenly made sense.

“Does Tony know you work here?” Steve asked.

You nodded. “Yeah, but I don’t think he knows… about you two. At least, I didn’t think he did.”

Bucky let out a dry chuckle, running a hand through his hair. “Well, shit. That complicates things.”

You narrowed your eyes. “What the hell is going on, Bucky?”

He sighed, rubbing his jaw before finally meeting your gaze again. “Tomorrow night. My place. I’ll explain everything.”

You hesitated. Was this really a good idea? You weren’t sure. But you also knew you weren’t going to let this go.

“Fine,” you said, crossing your arms. “I’ll be there.”

Bucky and Steve exchanged another glance, something unspoken passing between them. Then, without another word, Bucky turned and walked away, leaving you standing in the dimly lit hallway, heart pounding, mind racing.

Tomorrow, you’d get the truth.

Or at least, you hoped you would.