#street racer! bucky

[dilemmaontwolegs]

Run These Streets {6} || Street Racer!Bucky

Summary: The group has made it to Miami! Warnings: 18+ only, NSFW WC: 1.8k

Bucky Masterlist || Part One || Part Two || Part Three || Part Four || Part Five || Part Six || Part Seven ||

Miami, Florida

Music spilled out onto the streets from the bars and restaurants that lined Ocean Drive and neon lights of all colours glowed along the street to cast a rainbow into the night. It was energetic and chaotic and you loved it. You would certainly miss it when you left in a few days.

“Cars don’t win races, drivers do.” Bucky slapped his hand on the table top enthusiastically and you tuned back into the conversation that was quickly turning into an argument.

“You can’t tell me that that car,” Sam argued as he pointed to an older Toyota Corolla, “could beat my Evo.”

Sam was a racer Bucky had befriended when you arrived in Miami last week and he had offered to show off his city. Like most of the street racers in the city, he drove a suped up import and invested more into making the car look good than run perfect. 

“Come on, babe, back me up,” Bucky said as he draped his arm over the back of your seat. 

You stopped spinning the little umbrella that had come with your cocktail and your eyebrows pinched together as you looked at the car in question. “1985- maybe -86, 1.6 litre engine. It wouldn’t be pretty afterwards and you would have to add a poor man's turbo but, yeah, it could take on an Evo.” 

“Poor man’s turbo?” Sam asked Bucky as if you hadn’t been speaking English. 

“Adding a funnel to the air intake so it ups the pressure and boosts combustion,” Bucky explained. 

“You Brooklyn folk are built differently,” Sam said with a shake of his head before roaring with laughter and slapping the table top. “If you hadn’t been whooping our asses all week I would say you are talking shit.”

The next round was on Bucky and he found Steve on the way to the bar after he had disappeared with Hannah a while ago. From the smile on his face it was easy to guess what the pair had gone to do and Steve tossed his arm over Bucky’s shoulders. “I fucking love it here!” 

You waved to Hannah as she swaggered over on unsteady legs and dropped into her seat with a slight wince that made you chuckle. 

“I haven’t seen you two race yet, or is it just your men who do the racing?” Sam asked between drinking his beer. 

“Oh no, I can’t even drive a stick,” Hannah admitted with a laugh before jutting her thumb over to you, “but she does. She’s about the only person who could possibly beat Bucky, if they ever raced each other.”

Sam’s eyebrows shot up his forehead in disbelief and he almost choked on his beer. “Now that is something I have to see!”

Bucky chose that moment to reappear with a handful of drinks and cocky grin revealing the small dimple in his chin. “How ‘bout it, doll? Up for a little friendly competition?”

You took your drink as you rose to the challenge, “No such thing as a friendly competition, and I only race for a real prize.”

A chorus of oohs and aahs broke out around the table but you only had eyes for Bucky as he leaned in closer with a smirk. “Yeah? What prize should we race for then?”

You bit your lip and looked up from under your lashes as you battered them his way. “I’m sure you can think of something you must want.”

His eyes trailed down the line of your cleavage, his pupils dilating with the thought of what lay underneath. “I already have everything I want.”

“Are they always like this?” Sam interrupted as he whispered loudly to Steve.

“Yup,” Steve said with an exasperated sigh. “Believe it or not it was worse before they got together.”

You hid your laugh in Bucky’s shoulder as the moment passed and a normal conversation resumed. You should have known Bucky wouldn’t let it go.

“Rise and shine, doll,” Bucky woke you with a sing-song trill. “One large coffee, just for you.”

It hurt to open your eyes with the curtains letting in the harsh sunlight that reflected off the Atlantic Ocean and an ungodly groan escaped your dry lips as you rolled away and pulled the covers back over you. “Go away.”

“That’s not what you were begging me last night,” he teased from the loveseat he was lounging upon, watching you with growing amusement. “Quite the opposite.”

“James,” you whined as you dragged yourself up against the headboard and tried to keep your eyes open long enough to pick up the coffee cup on the side table. “I’m not a morning person.”

“It’s four in the afternoon.” He jumped up from the couch with far too much energy and sauntered over to the bed. The sunlight hit his hair and illuminated the hint of red that almost always was hidden by the dark brown strands before he ran his fingers through the tresses. It was then that you noticed he was shirtless as his biceps bulged with the movement and the wariness of sleep evaporated. 

“Do you remember last night?” he asked as he ran his thumb over your bottom lip, freeing it from the teeth you had caught it between. 

You could feel the evidence of last night and the memory that came with it as heat began to spread across your skin. “We got a little wild.”

His dark chuckle had your toes curling beneath the sheets. “Yeah we did, but I’m not talking about when we got back here. Do you remember the challenge?”

You blinked once, then twice. The memory slowly rose to the surface and you realised he wasn’t talking about the new positions you had experimented with while intoxicated. With a groan, you placed the coffee cup back on the side and slapped your forehead. “Shit.”

“Drink up, babygirl.” He stole a kiss before laughing as he made his way to his duffle bag. “I have a race to win.”

The sun had already begun setting by the time you had showered, dressed and met up with Steve and Hannah for dinner. There was a tension in the air as they ate sedately and you looked to Bucky for an answer but he shrugged, just as confused as you were. 

“Everything okay?” Bucky asked Steve after putting his knife and fork down.

Steve looked to Hannah and took her hand, the silence heavy. With a deep breath, Steve finally spoke, “We have decided to stay down here. Permanently.”

Bucky blinked at his best friend for almost a full minute before he could even attempt a response. Even then, all that came out was a choked sound from the back of his throat.

“Wow, that’s a big move!” you said when you recovered and elbowed Bucky who was still stunned. “We’re gonna miss you guys so much.”

Bucky tore his napkin into tiny pieces and avoided eye contact with everyone. “You’re really gonna leave Brooklyn?”

Steve gave his best friend a small smile and leant over the table to punch him in the shoulder. “It will always be my home, and we’ll visit so often you won’t even know I was gone.”

The waitress appeared to remove the empty dishes and you could see her eyes darting around the group, taking in the change in the atmosphere since she had last come around. No one said a thing as she stacked the plates onto her tray and made a quick exit out the back of the restaurant.

“There’s one thing I need before you head back home,” Steve murmured, Bucky’s head snapping to attention, “to see you two finally go head to head.”

The prospect of the race brought Bucky back from the morose mood he was slipping into and he draped his arm over the back of your chair. “Way ahead of you there, Sam’s already got a race organised.”

Steve’s face split with a wide grin and he rushed to grab his wallet and toss a handful of cash on top of the bill. “There’s no way a stranger is going to coordinate the race I have waited 10 years for. Let’s go.”

Your group had only been in Miami for eight days but it was enough to be recognised the moment Bucky pulled up in the blacked out Mustang he had won in Virginia Beach. Steve pulled into the underground car park a moment later an orange Firebird he won the night they sold the Ferrari. 

Every race in Miami since had only been for cash and the boys were flush.

“How’s your girl meant to race with no car?” Sam said by way of greeting as he saw you standing with Bucky at the hood of his car.

“She can use mine,” Steve answered as he tossed the keys to you.

You caught the keys but they were swiped in an instant and Sam shook his head. “Do me the honour,” he said as he held out his keys instead. “It’s not the car that wins races right?”

“Right,” you agreed with a grin, taking the keys and scanning the busy car park for the dark blue Evo VIII. “It will only make his loss more humiliating when I spank him with an import.”

Bucky nipped your earlobe and made you jump before he whispered, “I’ll spank you.”

You turned in his arms and twirled your fingers in the longer strands of his hair at his nape. His blue eyes were practically glowing in the fluorescent lights along the ceiling and you could see the desire reflected on your face and you tiptoed to reach his lips. 

“I might just enjoy it,” you purred. Unable to resist any longer, you caught his plump bottom lip between your teeth and he groaned as his hips pressed against yours. 

A throat cleared loudly behind you and Sam shifted awkwardly as he scratched his neck. “I’m just gonna go, uh, check everything’s all set.”

You lightly slapped Bucky’s chest as you pulled away. “Stop being such a distraction.”

His laugh followed you as you went in search of the Evo and found it surrounded by admirers. They watched with a mixture of surprise and apprehension as you popped the hood and inspected the belts and hoses for any splits before plugging your laptop into the ECU and checking the readings. The car was running in optimum condition and gave you more insight into Sam than talking to him over the last week had. The man knew how to take care of his car.

“She good?” Sam asked as he stuck his head through the car window to see the graph of the running engine on your screen.

“Better than good,” you replied with a grin. “She’ll do just nicely.”

“Good,” he nodded as he reached through and clapped a hand on your shoulder with a squeeze of encouragement, “'cause it’s time.”

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[demonangelsworld]

Streetracer!Bucky is just 😍😍😍 The description of everything was soooooo good!

𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐍𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 | 𝐉.𝐁.𝐁

Pairing ⇢ Bucky Barnes x F!Reader Word Count ⇢ 2.2k Warnings ⇢ Swearing, pet names, a shit load of fun that is hella illegal, fluff, implied smut (very, very light mention) Author's Note ⇢ Streetracer!Bucky has me in a chokehold, and I am not sorry. I would like to first say a huge thank you to @dilemmaontwolegs for making me tick over on how much I love streetracer!Bucky, and my love evolved into this and a series that is currently a WIP. Make sure to check out Run These Streets! 2.3k words worth of perfection. Also another aesthetic video - really proud of this one! Beta'd by ⇢ @thenhewaswrongaboutme, Elsie, yet again - you are a saint. I hope my antics made you laugh as I made this. Midnight writing ftw!

There were never any words adequate enough to describe the feeling of being behind the wheel and tearing down the street, becoming one with a machine - it was addicting. Tonight, you would get a taste.

The crackling of exhausts echoed through the night, bouncing off buildings and mixing with the medley of the pounding bass from the street speakers. It was crowded, almost too crowded. Women and men walked up and down the street as they appreciated the cars - but the ones worth stopping to admire were few and far between.

The real spectacle was waiting at the end of the street. The hairpin corner was taken over by the 107th crew, their cars parked and on display - this was their turf, and everyone knew it. 

“Fuck off, Barnes!”

“Make me, sweetheart.”

Sam opened his mouth to bite back, but you beat him to the punch.

“Leave him alone, babe,” you joked, watching as Sam directed his glare to you - you just poked your tongue out to piss him off even more. Sam rolled his eyes and pushed the woman away, her squeak of indignation going ignored as she stalked away.

You met Bucky’s gaze as he turned to face you, the shit-eating grin on his face only making you laugh. He sauntered his way over with a skip in his step and sat next to you on the hood of his dark and muted Skyline, the slope of the hood making you almost taller than him.

“You know,” he started coyly, throwing his arm over your shoulders and pulling you against his side. The sleek black and gold plates of his metal prosthesis reflected the streetlights as he flexed his fingers against your shoulder. “I think he might like me.”

You snorted. Smug bastard. “Gee, I wouldn’t have noticed!”

Bucky laughed. Your shoulders shook along with his, and you couldn’t help but move closer. The comfort of his embrace soothed your pre-race nerves - no matter how many times you attended these meets and cheered from the curb, they never did get any easier. 

His crew was renowned in the streets for leaving his opponents in the dust and shredded rubber. The only view the competition would ever have is that of crew’s tail lights as they pulled away with skill that would make a professional racer envious. 

But this was street racing. Playing dirty was second nature. 

The tempo of the music changed, and you watched as people began to converge to the sides of the road. Cars were beginning to form a track through the night streets. 

It was time. 

“You ready?” Your voice was a low whisper against Bucky’s neck, and his grip on your shoulder and thigh tightened in response. 

“Always, doll.”

“Be safe, please.”

“Only for you.” Bucky grinned as he jumped up from his perch on the hood, his gait oozing confidence.

Engines revved, creating a chorus of deafening salutes for Bucky as he slipped into the driver's seat. The Skyline purred to life as you leaned into the door and poked your head into the cabin. 

“Need my good luck charm, baby girl, c’mere,” Bucky whispered, his gaze focused on your lips.

The breath left your lungs as his lips connected with yours and all of a sudden the world silenced around you. There were no revving engines or catcalls, no bone-shaking bass. There was blissful silence where only you and he existed. 

All too soon, he pulled away with a smirk. “Hold that thought.”

Bucky adjusted in his seat and shifted gears, listening to the whistle of the revs as he inched forward. 

“Rogers! Move your ass!” Bucky ordered impatiently, frustrated with his teammate’s lack of incentive. 

“Yeah, yeah!” Steve ran to his car after kissing his girl, the sleek frame of his Challenger reflecting the neon lights when he revved the engine to life. The two of them drove slowly through the dispersing crowd to the start line. 

The two foolish competitors followed suit, lining their cars between Bucky and Steve’s - the Supra and BMW seemed so small in comparison, inadequate and weak. Taking advantage of the pause before the official stalked out from the shadows, you darted between the Skyline and Supra and placed one final kiss on Bucky’s lips. 

Races always made you nervous. Street racing was a dirty game, where anyone with the guts would pull off moves that were considered murderous to take first place. But you knew the high of it was addicting for Bucky. The exhilaration of being at the head of the pack was unable to be replicated in any other way. 

You couldn’t help but feel terrified that this could be the last time you kissed him, or feel his passionate gaze that held so much love and adoration.

“See you on the other side, doll.”

You tried to smile at Bucky, but the hair on the back of your neck stood up when you felt  eyes burning into your back. Turning, you found the young kid in the Supra beside Bucky watching with unrestrained jealousy. It was clear the lack of feminine motivation, especially coming from a goddess - Bucky’s words - like yourself was getting under his skin. You caught Bucky smirking at him, a brow quirked in unhindered arrogance as if he knew just how to rile the kid to the point of anger.

Smiling widely, you cupped his jaw in your hand. He leaned into your touch and kissed your palm before setting his sights back on the road, and you ran to take your place next to Natasha on the curb. The energy in the air was palpable and you couldn’t help how your hands trembled as they grabbed Natasha’s, the two of you watching on in anticipation. But while Natasha was overflowing with excitement, a heavy sense of dread had settled itself deep into your chest.

The fear of the unknown was passing its threshold, threatening to beat its way out and manifest in you screaming for Bucky to back off the line so you both could go home. But you knew this was his life, and you knew deep down that you wished to have the same courage to dance with death night in and night out.

The official appeared from the alleyway and paced back and forth in front of the cars, watching as the flag girls helped the racers line up before the starting line. It was like watching a vulture, circling in anticipation for the remains of who would fall. You held your breath when he opened his mouth wide. 

Here we go. 

“Are we ready?” the official yelled, his voice booming over the booming cheers of the crowd. He swung his arms out wide, his smile almost a sneer as he stared into the windshields of the cars before him.

It was mesmerising watching the focus in Bucky’s eyes as he revved the engine in lieu of an answer. He gripped the steering wheel with his right hand, the taut skin going white under the pressure. Pure animosity rolled off him in waves, like a wolf waiting for the perfect opportunity to seize his prey. 

“Three!”

Steve looked over to you and grinned, sticking out his tongue teasingly. His energy was the total opposite of his partner. You grinned back. 

“Two!”

The opposing pack revved their cars louder, fire spitting from their exhausts. 

“One!”

You glanced back to Bucky, finding him staring at you with such intensity that your knees almost buckled. He winked and turned to look forward. 

“Go!”

The deafening roar of the engines and the cheering of the crowd made your ears ring, your worries drowned out by the overwhelming adrenaline rush. 

The pack fishtailed from the starting line, tearing away with such torque you were surprised the road was still in one piece in their wake. Bucky and Steve were quick to take the lead, and you watched with bated breath as they came upon the first corner. 

Bucky’s Skyline kicked out, the back end gliding across the tarmac like he was flying. Steve followed suit and they disappeared around the turn, the roar of their engines carrying through the harrowing echo in your chest. 

This was the hardest part, not being able to watch him do what he prided himself on. You never had the guts to ride along during any of his races for this very reason - the thrill and terror were almost too much for you to bear. 

“They’ve got this,” Natasha whispered soothingly as she held you close. “You know Steve wouldn’t let anything happen to him.”

“I know.”

The booming echo of music filled the void of revving engines, chorusing with the whoops and cheers of laughter of the other spectators whilst they all waited for the pack to reappear. 

It was a long few minutes until you heard the squeal of tires first, the scrabble of rubber against the tarmac and the fight for traction. Your head whipped in the direction of the sound, trying desperately to listen over your heartbeat pounding in your ears. 

You heard the crackling of the exhaust as it spewed fire. Then the downshift, a familiar engine roaring against the redline like a broken record amongst the chaos.

They’re back.

The sleek frame of the Skyline appeared around the corner, the streetlights bouncing off the gunmetal and gold chrome wrap like beacons. 

Bucky was in the lead. 

Both of you watched as the rest of the pack came into view behind him and into the home stretch. Steve was beside Bucky, the throaty rumble of his engine almost overpowering his partner. The opposition jostled behind, their haste to place anywhere but last causing them to swerve from left to right. 

With one overzealous turn of the wheel, the BMW almost caught the rear panel of the Skyline. A scream of fear lodged itself in your chest. You watched in slow motion as the tail dipped with the force of Bucky’s downshift - the Skyline lurched forward with a roar and created an inch of distance between them just in time. The BMW’s tires squealed as the driver scrambled to gain control against the wet asphalt. You took a deep breath; that was too close of a call. 

Bucky crossed the finish line first, and Steve followed close behind. Against your better judgement, you ran into the road after the opposition had passed you by - their bitterness and anger billowing like fumes from an exhaust. The kid who was driving the Supra punched his steering wheel as he glowered in Bucky’s direction.

Bucky circled back and skidded to a stop,the tire smoke billowing forwards as he hurried from the driver's seat. He met you halfway and lifted you off the ground in a bone-crushing hug. 

“Told you I’d see you on the other side, doll,” he whispered against your ear.

Whether it was the adrenaline from watching him race or your own secret desire, you pulled away from his hold and ran to the passenger door of his Skyline. 

“Hold up! Baby, what are you doing?”

He sounded as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing, and truth be told, neither could you. 

“Take me for a spin, Buck.”

You manoeuvred into the bucket seat, slamming the door shut and strapping yourself into the harness. 

You’ve sealed your fate now. 

Bucky slid into the driver’s seat beside you with a disbelieving smile on his face. It was as though you had given him a Christmas present early. 

“Are you sure?” The wavering tone of excitement in his voice only fueled your desire to do this. Hearing him so excited made you feel like you were floating, the passion in his voice making your heart flip.

“Fuck yeah, I am.”

The grin that broke out on his face was contagious as you trembled in the seat. Your heart hammered against its confines, fighting to leap out of your throat. 

You could see why Bucky had been racing for so long. The anticipation was indescribable. It was the unknown - the pure thrill of not knowing what is going to happen next. Even in the passenger seat you could feel the rush when the engine purred to life.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this, sweetheart.” He strapped himself in with a grin of childish glee and rested his hand on your thigh, squeezing tight whilst tapping the accelerator. The car shook as the revs climbed, your heartbeat matching in pace when Bucky reached for the shifter. The mischievous gleam in his eyes made you breathless with excitement. With a final glance towards you, he spoke.

“Hold on.”

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[elixirfromthestars]

I was tagged by my lovely Sydney @buck-star !! 🫶🏼✨Thank you for tagging me!! 🩷

Rules: Make a 24hr poll listing the titles of every WIP you want to work on. Whichever WIP title gets the most votes, write 1 sentence for every vote received.

^ I will be following the rules, but I’ll be adding a little bonus to mine!! 🫶🏼 I’m working on lots of winter fluff right now, and a holiday rom-com with Lumberjack!Bucky, so I’ve decided this: The one with the most votes will also be the first fic I work on/post in 2025 👀💕 So you get to decide which one it is!! 💖

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[callmemana]

James Bucky Barnes: Fanfic 1

Key: smut -🍓/fluff -🌼/angst -🐂/personal fav -👓/

A Little Superstition @jadedvibes 🌼 (college athlete au)

A Million Reasons Series @perpetuelledaydreaming 🍓🌼🐂(college athlete au)

Accidentally In Love Series @creativebeang 🍓🌼🐂👓

Awake My Soul Series @foreverindreamlandd 🍓🌼🐂 (zombie au)

Baby Love, I Need Your Love @shortcakezaza 🍓🌼👓 (mafia!bucky x baker!reader au)

Bad Intentions Series @itsanerdlife 🌼🐂👓 (mafia! au|Ch. 1/30)

Broken Knights Series @itsanerdlife (mafia! au|Ch. 1/30) 🍓🌼🐂👓

Brotherhood & Bullets Series @rookthorne 🍓🌼🐂 (biker!au)

Brooklyn Pride Series @rookthorne 🍓🌼🐂(street racer!au)

Cruel Intentions Series @itsanerdlife 🌼🐂👓 (mafia! au|Ch. 1/24|sequel to bad intentions)

Chemistry 2 @onceuponastory 🌼🐂👓 (danceteacher!bucky au)

Firebug Series @areyoureadyforsomemeatballz 🍓🌼🐂👓 (firefighter!au)

Forever @onceuponastory 🌼🐂👓

For Love of the Game Series @perpetuelledaydreaming 🍓🌼🐂👓 (baseball!au)

Heat on High Mini Series @tom-holland-parker 🍓🌼🐂👓 (firefighter!bucky x singlemom!r)

His Empire, Her Rules Series @rookthorne 🍓🌼🐂 (mafia!au)

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In Seven Years @perpetuelledaydreaming 🌼🐂👓 (baseball au {mentions of pregnancy})

In The Embers Series @foreverindreamlandd 🌼🐂 (+sized!Rogers!reader)

Inked Sun Series @rookthorne 🍓🌼🐂 (tattoo!artist!au)

It Comes Back To Me 2 @frostironfudge 🍓🌼🐂👓(lawyer! Bucky)

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It Takes Two @jessybarnes 🍓🌼👓 (pregnant!reader)

It Was Always You @ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused 🍓🌼🐂(+sized!reader)

Last Night’s Story Series @the-canary 🍓🌼🐂👓(stripper!bucky au)

Like I Want You 2 @tmpestuous (college au)

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Love & Lace Series @itsanerdlife 🌼🐂 (mob!Bucky x burlesque!reader|1/24)

Moth to the Flame Series @tmpestuous (college au/ enemies to lovers au)

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Out Of Mind @rassvetsky 🌼🐂👓

Part Of A Family @onceuponastory 🍓🌼🐂 (singlemom!reader)

Promises @jadedvibes 🍓🌼🐂 (soft!dark! 1940’s bucky)

Playing Games Series @itsanerdlife 🌼🐂👓 (tw: S/A|HS au|1/28)

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Something Domestic Series @fandoms-writings 🌼🐂👓 (ex-military amputee farmer Bucky)

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Shattered Pieces Series @itsanerdlife 🌼🐂 (fighter!bucky|1/20)

Silhouettes in the Spotlight Series @frostironfudge 🍓🌼🐂👓 (actor Bucky x plus sized reader)

Six Months Series @creativebeang 🌼🐂 (explicit themes 18+)

Ties That Bind Series @itsanerdlife 🌼🐂👓 (MC|ch. 1/32)

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The Sargent’s Heart Series @foreverindreamlandd 🌼🐂 (+sized!reader)

The Time of the Prey Series @subwaysurf45 🍓🌼🐂 (Knight Bucky x Princess Reader)

The Unseen One Series @extremelyblackandwhite 🌼🐂 (hades!au)

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Where Do We Go From Here Series @sebastianstansqueen 🌼🐂👓 (mafia!au)

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[enretrogue]

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At Least I Got You In My Head Part 7 ⎢ Part 8 — @lizzieisright

Everything She Wants — @kokomos

Stay Grounded Part 7 ⎢  — @canaidliafail

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Fake Dating — @coeurify

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Dr. Anderson Will See You Now — @dnvrsmedia

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Three’s Not A Crowd — @m-3-ijiworld

JOEL MILLER

Why Does Change Hurt So Much? ⎢ Pt. 2 ⎢ Pt. 3 ⎢ Pt. 4 — @savemefromanepicoftimewasted

A Good Deed — @theeblackmedusa .☘︎ ݁˖

Extra — @capypub

Je Te Laisserai Des Mots — @cowgurrrl

I Want To Marry You — @cowgurrrl

Bodyguard!Joel — @angelkhi

Gamer!Abby — @sweetercalypso

Salad Days — @cowgurrrl

Trash Magic — @girlboybug

Hairspray — @peterparkersnose

White Lies — @poetiicbarnes

DC

BRUCE WAYNE/BATMAN

What Is Wrong With Us? — @unfortunately-obsessed

MCU

BUCKY BARNES

Need To Know — @angrythingstarlight .☘︎ ݁˖

FRANK CASTLE 

Body Worship ��� @marvelswh0re

The Girlfriend Experience — @anjaelle .☘︎ ݁˖

I’ve Got You, Darlin’ — @saintmurd0ck

Be My Baby — @amhrosina

Shut Me Up — @clownd1ck

Sex Is Art (So Let Me Paint You) — @clownd1ck

Everywhere — @marvelswh0re

AOT

EREN JAEGER

Three’s A… (+Jean Kirstein) — @theragethatisdesire

JEAN KIRSCTEIN (KIRSTEIN)

Bags — @ilylovelyz

Uni AU — @shunsuiety

Like The Movies — @firefly--bright

Football Player!Jean — @spiteless-xo

MULTI CHARACTER

Daddy Kink  (Jean, Eren, Zeke) — @spiteless-xo

Jealous (Jean, Eren, Levi) — @theragethatisdesire

As A Dad (Jean, Eren) — @spiteless-xo

KNIVES OUT

RANSOM DRYSDALE

His Only Sweetheart — @lovebittenbyevans

BLEACH

SHUNSUI KYORAKU

Breeding Kink + Teasing — @dejwrld .☘︎ ݁˖

STRANGER THINGS

STEVE HARRINGTON

Head Over Heels — @underoossss

PEAKY BLINDERS

THOMAS SHELBY

Time After Time Ch. 11 — @all-mirth-no-matter

Everything Is Fine ⎢ Part 2 ⎢ Part 3 ⎢ Part 4 — @everythingelseisextra

Casual — @everythingelseisextra

TRIPLE FRONTIER

WILL MILLER

Bending To The Honeysuckles — @libraryofwaterdeep

[holylulusworld]

2023 Stucky Bingo Round 5 masterlist

Card: 5067

Preview for the upcoming fics to fill the squares.

B1: ??? (??? x ???): Dorito

B2: ??? (??? x ???): Accidental Baby Acquisition

B3: The commode (Stucky x Platonic!Reader): AU: Antique Shop

B4: It's over (??? x ???): Separation

B5: ??? (40's Bucky Barnes x 40's Steve Rogers): "I thought you were smaller."

I1: ??? (??? x ???): Plums

I2:  ??? (??? x ???): AU: College

I3: ??? (??? x ???): Hunter

I4:  Memories (Old!Stucky): Engagement Fotos

I5: ??? (??? x ???): Kink: Crops

N1: ??? (Street Racer Stucky x Cop!Reader): AU: Street Racing

N2: ??? (??? x ???): Kink: Clothed Sex

N3: Indecent Proposal (1) (Mobster!Stucky x fem!Reader): Free Space - Mafia AU

N4: ??? (??? x ???): Man bun

N5: ??? (??? x ???): Scars

G1: ??? (??? x ???): Adrenaline

G2: ??? (??? x ???): "Your pal. Your buddy. Your Bucky."

G3: ??? (??? x ???): Kink: Tickling

G4: ??? (??? x ???): AU: Tattoo shop

G5: ??? (??? x ???): Cuddle puddle

O1:  ??? (??? x ???): Fake dating

O2:  ??? (??? x ???): Project rebirth

O3:  ??? (??? x ???): Napping

O4: ??? (??? x ???): The Hobbit

O5: Triad (1) (Omega!Stucky x Alpha!Reader): AU: A/B/O

Find all other Bingos and Special Events here: Special Events

[vesearlee]

They had many titles: Bastards of Brooklyn, The Pack — though, when it came down to it, they were a pride of beasts behind the wheel, and when their prey was targeted, there was no hope in hell to outwit, or outrun. That pride of lions had a king who was cunning, ruthless, and he had you in his sights.

⠈⠂⠄⠄ 𝑪𝑶𝑳𝑳𝑬𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 𝑷𝑨𝑰𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑮 ❯❯❯ Street Racer!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

⠈⠂⠄⠄ 𝑪𝑶𝑳𝑳𝑬𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 𝑷𝑳𝑨𝒀𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻 ❯❯❯ 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄

⠈⠂⠄⠄ 𝑨𝑹𝑪𝑯𝑰𝑽𝑬 𝑶𝑭 𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑶𝑾𝑵 ❯❯❯ 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄

𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐥𝐲𝐧 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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

All entries are in timeline order — this is subject to change as I add any inclusive works for this collection.

❯❯❯ 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 — 𝐅 Coming to a meet alone might have been a bad idea, so it’s a good thing your knight in shining armour is always there to rescue you — but what happens when he takes it a step too far?

You could only hope that he leaves them still breathing, whether that’s through a tube, or of their own volition.

❯❯❯ 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐍𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 — 𝐅 There were never any words adequate enough to describe the feeling of being behind the wheel and tearing down the street, becoming one with a machine — it was addicting.

Tonight, you would get a taste.

❯❯❯ 𝐋𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 — 𝐅 Bucky was nothing if he wasn’t dramatic or pulling off one hell of a stunt, but this one by far shattered any limit you thought he wouldn’t break — you just had to hold the fuck on.

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

❯❯❯ 𝐂𝐚𝐫 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄ by @smutconnoisseur

[fluffyprettykitty]

Congratulations Selene!!! I'm so happy for you!!!

Could I pretty please request a moodboard for street racer Bucky Barnes?

Your moodboards are so amazing *chef's kiss*

thank you ollie for your kind words! so happy I met you here :)

[dilemmaontwolegs]

Run These Streets {7} || Street Racer!Bucky

Summary: It's time to finally see who is the better driver but things don’t quite go to plan. Warnings: 18+ only, NSFW, illegal racing, smut WC: 2.1k

Bucky's Masterlist || Part One || Part Two || Part Three || Part Four || Part Five || Part Six || Part Seven

Hundreds of spectators filled the space around the starting line, screaming their excitement for the race that had become the most anticipated one of the night. 

They all pushed as close to the crudely spray painted lines that indicated where the track began and you looked across the passenger seat to see Bucky idling beside you. His grin was infectious as he revved his thunderous engine that drowned out all the other noise and you blew him a kiss that he caught and pretended to pocket it. 

“Alright, love birds listen up!” Steve shouted as he walked between the cars to take his place at the start line. “I know you two like to get down and dirty but none of that tonight, we are here to race. Buck, you ready?” Bucky answered with another rev that shook his entire car and Steve turned to you. “Ready?”

Adrenaline flooded your body faster than the fuel injectors in the engine that you revved, its response a higher pitched whine compared to the muscle car beside you. 

Time seemed to slow as Steve raised one hand, then the other. The noise of the crowd turned to silence as a calmness washed over you and his hands dropped. There was only you, the car and the asphalt that was eaten by the hungry tires that gripped the surface and threw you forward. 

All the extra power that the Mustang had lifted the front off the ground and stole precious seconds as the slicks burned rubber in your rearview mirror. The small headway wouldn’t help once Bucky’s front tires touched back down and all that horsepower came chasing after you so you had to make the most of the head start and get out onto the streets.

You burst from the underground ramp fast enough to have a second of airtime and it was only the harness that kept you seated before you hit the road and skidded left to head north along the track that had been marked out. Horns tooted and drivers shouted as other Miami racers blocked busy streets until you passed but you paid them no mind as the black beast in your side mirror inched closer.

“Come on, baby, don’t hold back,” you murmured to yourself as you chopped down a gear and pulled the e-brake to drift into the next turn when suddenly Bucky was on your inside. “Now we’re talking.”

You dared a glance across and saw Bucky’s lips moving like he was talking to himself too. It was a reflex, after years of being on the other side of his headset, you could hear his voice talking to you even now. He would definitely be flirting, telling you all the things he had planned for you after the race finished. 

“Concentrate Bucky,” you warned him as if he could hear you, “focus on the road. There’s a tight double turn coming up.”

The street lights blurred as you headed into the turn, braking enough to send Bucky further ahead but it gave you the space you needed to pull to the outside lane and swing in tight and close to the turn. A whoop of excitement tore from you as you undercut Bucky before powersliding straight out of the following turn but the shout was silenced as a deep pulsing sound grew above you. 

You shifted forward and peered up to see a helicopter hovering above the street before your phone rang with Bucky’s ringtone. “Is it police?” you asked after answering the call and putting it on speaker as he pulled up alongside you.

“Looks like it. We’re gonna have to lose it.”

“Fuck,” you growled, knowing that there was only one way to do that. “That means splitting up.”

“I don’t like it anymore than you do but you take the next alley up ahead and I’ll head to South Beach,” he stated calmly, going through the motions that were well versed after years of evading the police in car chases. But this wasn’t a car chase. “There’s a tunnel at the port that it won’t be able to follow in. I’ll ditch the car and take the emergency exit. The underground isn’t far from there and I’ll meet you at the Northside train station.”

Another wave of adrenaline washed through you and you committed his instructions to memory, remembering the layout of the streets you had studied since Bucky started racing on them. “Till the end of the line?”

“End of the line, doll,” Bucky promised. 

There was no goodbye, no I love you. You had your instructions and you would follow them trusting Bucky wholeheartedly as you slammed on the brakes and turned down a tight alleyway that the helicopter had no chance of following. The spotlight disappeared from you and you sent a prayer to anyone that would listen that Bucky stayed safe as you slowed down to the speed limit and merged with the traffic to avoid detection. 

Two cop cars passed by and you held your breath until they were gone but still your eyes were glued to your rearview mirror as you feared they would suddenly appear behind you. Whenever you heard sirens your heart threatened to stop entirely and you pulled into the first carpark you came across, locking the car and heading to the nearest train station on foot.

“Steve, have you heard from Bucky?” you asked as you sat at the Northside train station after trying Bucky’s phone for an hour.

“No, what the hell happened? The scanners picked up a citywide ABP on the cars.” 

You quickly recapped the story and explained Bucky’s plan before Sam took over the phone. “The trains won’t run through Northside until morning.”

Dread began to settle in your bones as you hung up the phone and saw it was a little past 1am and you chewed your bottom lip worrying about Bucky. You called Bucky’s phone again and clenched yours tightly as it rang and rang.  “Come on babe, answer your phone. I swear to god I will-” the words were lost as Bucky skidded through the entrance of the empty train station. 

His hair was a mess and his shirt was drenched in sweat like he had run all the way from South Beach but he was in one piece and even managed a charming smile as he bent over his knees to regain his breath. “Sorry…I kept…you waiting…doll.”

You jumped from the bench you had been sitting on when you weren’t pacing the platform and raced over to him, throwing your arms around him. “You fucking scared me! Why didn’t you answer your phone?”

Bucky grimaced as he pulled the device from his jeans and you saw the shattered screen. “Fell out of my damn pocket.”

You relaxed in his arms for a moment to reassure yourself he was fine before pulling away to call Steve and organise a ride back to the motel. It would a while before they got there so you sat beside Bucky on the bench and rested your heads against each other and laced your fingers together. 

“Guess we’ll never know who’s faster,” he murmured quietly with a chuckle.

“I think I am okay with that,” you replied honestly, “what I am not okay with is us splitting up again. Not knowing where you were nearly killed me.”

Bucky let go of your hand to wrap his arm around you and draw you closer so he could capture your lips in a searing kiss. “I’ll take this as a sign from the universe that we are meant to be on the same team.”

A horn tooted outside and Bucky rose with a groan before massaging his thighs that were cramping from the unplanned half-marathon. The moment you made it inside the motel room you went straight to the bathroom and started running a steaming hot bath for Bucky to soak in and the sound he made as he lowered himself into the water had you biting your lip. 

“There’s room for one more,” Bucky invited with a wink as he spread his legs for you to join him.

“Aren’t you sore?” you asked as his cocked stirred to attention and he laid back further.

“I’ll never be too sore for you.” His hands reached for you and tugged your shirt off when you came closer. Next your jeans disappeared and then your underwear before he pulled you across his lap. “I need to feel you, doll.”

You had the same urge, like how you hadn’t been able to let go of him in Steve’s car. There had to be some part of your touching at all times. Right now you needed more and so did he. Unable to wait any longer, Bucky shifted his hips beneath you and lined himself up with your entrance before pulling you down on him.

Your lips parted with a delighted gasp as he stretched your walls and filled you completely. Water sloshed over the lip of the bath in waves as he guided your hips up and down his length and he tipped his head back in ecstasy after watching the way your pussy took him perfectly.

“I was scared,” Bucky admitted as gently rode him. “I thought I was going to prison for good.”

Your throat constricted at the thought of being separated from him and he swallowed at the look on your face before he cupped your cheeks and pulled you closer. His kiss was all consuming as his tongue danced with yours and his moans filled the air before he rested his forehead to yours.

“I can’t risk this, us,” he whispered as he teased a hand down your navel until he found your clit. “I won’t. I’m done. No more street races, doll, I’m going legit.”

“What do you mean?” you asked as you struggled to think clearly with what he was doing to your body.

“I mean proper, legal racing. No police.” He stopped touching you so you could clear your head. “We’re flush for cash after this week but it’s not worth a thing if we get caught. I could still race, with my best girl by my side where she’s meant to be.”

You smiled at the thought. It would still being doing what you both loved but safer in every way and you quickly nodded. “But Bucky is too well known as a street racer, you wouldn’t be able to go by it anymore.”

Bucky shrugged though there was a small frown above his brows. “I’ll have to get used to being called James again. It’ll be just like high school again.”

“Almost like high school.” You rolled your hips to remind him of what you were in the middle of doing. “There was none of this back then.”

Bucky grinned and pulled you down his shaft. “Trust me, we did all of this in my dreams. And more.”

You moaned at the depth he hit as he rutted up into you and your walls clenched around his cock. “More? Fuck, show me.”

Bucky growled at your neediness and flipped you over onto your knees. You braced your hands against the end of the bath as he towered behind you and thrust himself back between your folds.

“I fantasised taking you in every position imaginable, pictured it was you I was fucking when I was jerking off.” His words spread fire across your skin and the heat centred on your core that fluttered wildly with each thrust.

The throb of your clit had you reaching down your own body and you cried out at the added sensation while Bucky fucked you. “I thought about you too. Imagined it was your fingers inside me when I touched myself or your tongue. It was your name on my lips when I came.”

The purely masculine sound he made behind you sparked your orgasm and it ripped through you with wave after wave of release. Somewhere in the abyss Bucky had lost himself and when your mind came back to your body you felt the warmth of his cum filling you.

You both sank back into the tepid bath water breathless and trembling. You lay there in a peaceful silence while the room slowly lightened with the approaching daybreak until your legs felt coordinated enough to carry you to the bed where you collapsed in Bucky’s arms.

[rookthorne]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💖

hello, my sweets! thank you so much for this ask, and I apologise how long it has taken to answer! 💗

it was so damn hard to pick 5, but I did my best! in no particular order underneath the cut:

— 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞

Grim Reaper!Bucky Barnes x Gifted!F!Reader | angst + fluff

Grief was no stranger to you – it ebbed and flowed with time; its currents ill-suited to travel for those who were heavily ladened with loss. That was where you came in, offering the comfort of your empathy and gift to those who remained stuck, and to those that passed on. It was how you met him, and it was how you became the light in his otherwise shadowed life.

— 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐃𝐞𝐧

Bodyguard!CW!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader x Bodyguard!Winter Soldier | Part of 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐚 𝐕𝐨𝐥𝐤𝐨𝐯 | fluff

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

— 𝐏𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭

Lumberjack!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader | Part of 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐲 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐬, 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 | fluff

The return of your best friend was something that made your heart flutter and beat to the rhythm of his words, but there he was, framed before you like the mountain peaks of your small town, and he had a secret – a secret that would change everything.

— 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭

Paramedic!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader | Part of 𝐋𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬, 𝐒𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 | fluff

While saving lives was Bucky’s passion and calling, you couldn’t help but have the need to be there to save him. And one day, you came up with the idea of how to stay with the guardian angel all through his shift.

— 𝐋𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭

Street Racer!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader | Part of 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐥𝐲𝐧 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 | fluff

Bucky was nothing if he wasn’t dramatic or pulling off one hell of a stunt, but this one by far shattered any limit you thought he wouldn’t break – you just had to hold the fuck on.

thank you again, my love! this was fun 🥹💗

[elixirfromthestars]

I don’t remember if I sent another one😭🌹

No worries!! 🫶🏼✨ I’m so happy to see you in my inbox again either way 🥹❤️

For this rose, I’ll give you a sentence from a oneshot I intend to submit to this writing challenge. Bucky is a professional racer in this, while the reader is a street racer 👀💜✨ It’s a brother’s best friend/frienemies to lovers fic 🤭💗

The title is also a wip, but the ideas I have now are Blaze and Bullet & Taming Bullet 🚙💨

“Oh, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Bucky groans out in frustration, debating on whether or not he should drag your ass back home instead of trying to reason with you.

Thank you for the 🌹!! 🥰❤️

for every "🌹" received in my inbox i'll post one random sentence of a random WIP i'm currently writing

[thatmexisaurusrex]

Samtember Day 28: Family/Uncle Sam

This fic is for the @samtember2022 prompt "Family/Uncle Sam". I immediately heard "Family" as in the Fast & the Furious meaning of the word, so I just 😂 made a street racing AU. Enjoy! 🥰

Cool for the Summer

| Pairing: SamBucky | Rating: E | WC: 6.8K |

Summary: Sam Wilson likes to street race. Sam may or may not also like Bucky Barnes more than just friends.

Excerpt:

Sam remembered meeting Bucky. Getting a recommendation from his friend Steve to go to a shop that Steve knew had a good mechanic. The way Bucky’s eyes lit up as he saw Sam’s baby, his Redwing. It was love at first sight. Who wouldn’t fall in love with Redwing? It was a bonus that Bucky was a man Sam genuinely wanted to be around all the time. All the time. Every chance Sam got, he tried to see Bucky. But that was just what being such good best friends was like, Sam supposed. Just wanting to spend every second of every day with each other.

READ THE REST ON AO3!

[suitk0via]

Street Racer

" win a race, lose your morals. "

Street Racer!Bucky x Reader

One shots

A Painful Love : Win a street race, lose a different kind of race. Reader has messed up her car and begrudgingly asks for Bucky's help. Of course, his help comes at a price.

Requests

Send one over if you feel so inclined!

[tonystarktogo]

@folklejend hat auf deinen Eintrag geantwortet “i was think, dom for Rhodey, Mia for Tony (cause Rhodey and tony are...”

what about bucky as brian? he’s got a bit of a past, but he’s a good guy just trying to make up for it. if he can get past the thrill of the adrenaline rush... He’s also incredibly loyal to his best and oldest friend steve (roman?)

As an unashamed WinterIron shipper I’d have to say YESSSSSSSS!!!!! That sounds freaking amazing! Rhodey and Tony as the Toretto siblings, with Bucky as the undercover cop who likes them a little (read: lot) too much *sighs dreamily*

Bucky and Tony snarking back and forth over Tony’s terrible cooking though. And Bucky having to deal with Natasha’s Glare of Death™, who’s got him pinned from the get go, and if people would just listen to her more often they’d all have a lot less trouble, damn it. But when has Tony ever listened to anyone? Or Rhodey for that matter? 

I also like the way Steve would fit into the verse as Rome--his friendship with Bucky (despite their arguments about certain career choices) would be solid, and he’s definitely loyal enough to follow Bucky into trying to take down Verone. Who could be Pierce. Or maybe Rumlow. 

[epicstuckyficrecs]

Hi, I'm back again trying to find a fic and am completely unreliable in giving info and seeing what is probably in front of me 😂

Stucky, not necessarily Russian!Bucky but similar, Cap Steve, they've never met. Bucky is like a "failed" experiment of cloning? He's a street racer, and the main thing I remember is that he has a fat dog named Pingu.

Sorry 😂😞

tried the google trick and it didn't work. and that's because the work is locked for ao3 users. you're lucky I remembered one (1) fic where bucky races!! and it's Lucky Seven by BetteNoire (WeAreWolves) 

[ao3feed-sambucky]

Cool for the Summer

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/42023808

by Writer_Lethogica

Sam Wilson likes to street race. Sam may or may not also like Bucky Barnes more than just friends.

EXCERPT:

Sam remembered meeting Bucky. Getting a recommendation from his friend Steve to go to a shop that Steve knew had a good mechanic. The way Bucky’s eyes lit up as he saw Sam’s baby, his Redwing.

It was love at first sight.

Who wouldn’t fall in love with Redwing?

It was a bonus that Bucky was a man Sam genuinely wanted to be around all the time. All the time. Every chance Sam got, he tried to see Bucky. But that was just what being such good best friends was like, Sam supposed. Just wanting to spend every second of every day with each other.

Words: 6830, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 14 of Samtember Ficlet and Drabble Anthology 2022

Fandoms: The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV), Marvel Cinematic Universe, Captain America (Movies)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Sam Wilson (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Joaquín Torres, Sarah Wilson (Marvel), Cass Wilson, AJ Wilson, Misty Knight, Shang-Chi (Marvel), Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Yelena Belova, Helmut Zemo

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Sam Wilson

Additional Tags: no beta we die like men, POV Sam Wilson, Friends to Lovers, Getting Together, Street Racing, Street Racer Sam Wilson, Mechanic Bucky Barnes, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Light Angst, Porn with Feelings, more like, feelings with porn, Hand Jobs, Clubbing, Coming Out, Family Feels, Dorks in Love, Family in the Fast & the Furious Meaning of the Word

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/42023808