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The little snippet you posted where dove calls gorgeous by her real name and bucky is like who???? is one of my favorite things (even tho I get second-hand social anxiety from it ahaha poor dove)

He got in trouble for teasing her😂

"No I don't want to hear it. She's sweet and you practically scared her away this morning," you state, placing your finger on his lips. "We talked about this. You cant glare at people like that baby and you know damn well my name isn't gorgeous-" you sigh, trying not to smile when he shrugs unrepentantly.

"Bucky you can't scare people just because, oh."

Keeping his eyes on yours and he sucks your finger into his mouth. Don't let him distract you. Swallowing, you ignore the way his warm tongue swirls around you. Don't think about the way his tongue-no you can't finish that thought.

He takes your finger out of his mouth and places a kiss on your palm. "It won't happen again," he murmurs with a cheeky grin.

What won't happen... oh oh right. Damn him. And his mouth.

Lifting your chin, you grab his collar and tug him towards your face. You both know he's letting you yank him around but it still makes you feel good to pretend that you can manhandle him.

Bucky lives for moments like this, just you and him. He hasn't told you but he loves that you've never been afraid of him or his gruff exterior, that you never shied away from the tall, heavily tattoed man.

And when you boss him around, when you get in his face and tell him what he's going to do, yeah he really likes that.

"It better not. Or else." You narrow your eyes, pressing your nose into his. His beard scraps across your skin and you shiver.

"Or else what?" He retorts, placing his hands on your waist, he pulls you into his firm body, letting you feel just how much he's enjoying this argument.

You take his face in your hands. "Or else Barnes, no pretty girl for you tonight."

Bucky blinks. Twice. His face drops, brows furrowing. A laugh bubbles up and slips past your lips.

"Did you discuss this with her?" He asks, tilting his head in disbelief.

You laugh, louder. He merely gazes at you with an expectant look in his blue eyes. He's serious and that sends you into another round of giggles.

"I- Bucky it's my pussy so yes," you chuckle.

"She's mine too," he quickly retorts. "You know she likes me more."

True. He just looks at you and you get wet for him. Damn him and his mouth. And that cock.

Still, you can't give in. Yet.

"Like I said. Or else."

"I should apologize," he starts, nodding.

A smile pulls at your lips but before you can open your mouth, you hear the rest of his sentence.

"To my sweet pretty girl for getting her in trouble."

Bucky steps back and scoops you up into his large arms, easily carrying you to the bedroom. "And no more scaring your friends," he promises over the sounds of your laughter.

Parking Lot Fun

Summary: Bucky treats you to a special concert in the parking lot. He’d rather make you sing than listen to the band any day.

Pairing: Beefy Biker Bucky x Reader

Word count: 2k

Warning: Smut, public sex, 18+ only, brief mentions of creampies, sexting

A/N: Unbeta’d. Do not copy, translate, rewrite or repost my work. Even if you credit me. Based on this tiktok. Comments, likes and reblogs are cherished. This is my free space entry for @star-spangled-bingo 2021

You can’t take this man anywhere.

At this point you’re tempted to leave him at home, but you know he’s going to follow you anyway, grumbling the entire time until he can get you in his arms.

Or if he stays at home. Well.

That means he has time to think.

And when your man has time to think, that means you’re getting twisted into some new position you never thought possible on your brand new living room rug while he asks you if it was worth it in between pounding the life out of you so damn good you can’t form a coherent thought let alone speak.

Bucky’s been good today.

Which is suspicious. Bucky’s never good. He wasn’t good when you dragged him to your work party. He damn sure wasn’t this well behaved when he showed up at Marcie’s house.

So why is he behaving today?

Suspicious.

The outdoor concert was Steve’s idea. He scored free tickets to the nearly soldout event and invited you and Bucky to join him, his girl, and a few close friends.

The two of you were on time because for once Bucky didn’t rip your clothes off as you were getting dressed. He only smacked your ass while he helped you into his new pickup truck. The entire drive across town, he kept both hands on the wheel, occasionally glancing at your thighs peeking out from the bottom of your shorts before turning back to the road.

But he didn’t make any inappropriate comments. He didn’t ask if you wanted to pull over for a quickie. Nothing.

Not once did he touch you, even when you stretched in the seat, arching your chest up as you groaned. He grinned and turned up the music, telling you that the band sounded even better live.

So Very Suspicious.

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Bucky and Gorgeous

Thin Ice

Bucky has a few rules. The most important one is that you always say have to tell your biker you love him before you leave the house. Because 'I love you Bucky' are his four favorite words.

Pairing: Beefy Biker!Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of smut, implied overstimulation kink, Biker Bucky being a menace.

A/N: Written on my phone. Based on that tiktok

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“I’m running to the store, do you need anything?” you ask, walking past Bucky on your way to the front door.

He’s bent over the sink, a thin sheen of sweat on his back makes his colorful back tattoos shimmer as rays of sunlight from the open window stream across his skin, his work pants slung low around his hips as he removes the drain.

“Can you grab me some chips and the one dip I like?”

You sling your purse over your shoulder, putting your keys in your pocket. “Okay, I’ll be back in fifteen minutes.”

“Thank you,” he calls out, turning back to the leaky faucet. “Bye Gorgeous, I love you.”

“Bye Bucky,” you respond, covering your mouth to stifle your laughter, quickly closing the door with a soft snick, you jaunt down the steps to the yard. You wonder how long it’s going to take for him to realize you didn't say I love you.

It’s a dangerous game, playing with your boyfriend like this, but you’re having too much to stop.

Bucky cocks his head to the side, putting the wrench on the counter. Anticipating his four favorite words. I love you Bucky. The only other phrases that even come close to making him as happy are yes right there Bucky and don’t stop, m’ close and you can have the last bite and I can’t wait for bike week.

Sure, the last two are more than four words, but he does love hearing you say them.

A second ticks by.

Then another.

His brows hit his hairline when he realizes you actually have the nerve to leave without saying it back.

The hell you will.

“Hold up,” Bucky rushes down the hallway, skidding across the smooth wooden surface. Grabbing the doorknob, he flings it open, blinking as the bright afternoon hits his face.

“Excuse you Gorgeous,” he snaps, the warmth in his blue eyes belies his dark, icy tone. “You forget something?”

You stumble to a quick stop. “Huh?” You say innocently, peering over your shoulder, the stark indignation on his bearded face makes you giggle. Oh, he’s furious.

“Don’t you huh me.” Bucky holds up his ring-adorned hand and gestures for you to come back. "Get your cute ass over here."

Another giggle slips out and you turn towards your towering biker, a smile stretches across your lips as you stroll over to him.

“I. Love. You.” He states emphatically, his eyes focused on your face, daring you to keep playing with him.

“I love you too,” you tell him when you reach the steps.

“Thank you.” He glares down at you, plush lips twitching as he tries to maintain his stern expression. “And?”

“Uh...” You drag out the word, knowing it's going to push him over the edge.

It does.

“You’re on thin ice, gorgeous, real thin ice.” Bucky takes you by the waist and walks you into the side of the house, his hand cupping the back of your head before it hits the dusty red brick.

You love the way he manhandles you with just the right amount of tender possessiveness that makes your knees weak and your heart race.

"You know what I want." He pins you against the wall with his heavy weight, leaning his entire tattooed body on yours, and stares down at you expectantly. “You broke the rules Gorgeous. So pay up.”

A few nights after the first time he told you he loved you, Bucky swore he would never go a day without saying it to you and you made the same vow without hesitation because you could spend your life proclaiming your love for this man. The rules are something the two of you came up with after a few drinks while on a date. The mostly consist of ways for him to get at pretty girl. Not that you mind.

“Bucky, I thought that was a joke,” you tease, gazing up at him.

His sharp gasp is followed by what you can only describe as an animalist growl, and God does it sound so damn erotic, you feel it wind the deep rumble way down your spine, warmth blooming in your veins. Before he can open his mouth, you’re leaning up on your tiptoes, clasping your hands behind his neck and pulling him down so you can pay up.

Bucky instantly melts into your touch, the second your lips brush against his. A moan, his, maybe yours, floats between you, his soft, chapped lips parting. He takes your hands and places them above your head, his hips grinding into yours, turning the kiss into something wild and passionate. Your tongue slips into his mouth, tasting the sweet blueberries muffin and coffee he had for breakfast. When you pull back to bite down on his lower lip, he shivers. Only you can make him do that.

“God damn I love you, gimme one more,” he groans, his hand drifts down to your throat and he pushes your chin up with his thumb, claiming your mouth, his lips slotting over yours, deepening the kiss until all you feel are his soft lips on yours, taking every piece of you, claiming you.

And he’s giving you all of him, the vibrant promise to always love you is there with every caress of his hands, with every sigh of your name on his lips, with every adoring glance.

He finally breaks away, nodding to himself. “That’s more like it.”

Releasing your hands, he smirks as you slump against the wall, panting heavily.

He takes a step back, tucking his knuckle under your chin, gently pushing your face up until you’re gazing into his blue eyes, darkened with a heady desire and unbidden adoration. “Love ya Gorgeous.”

“Love you too,” you say with a smile.

“That’s more like it. I'll never get tired of you saying that." He playfully raises his brows, his smirk widening. “So can I tell my pretty girl I love her too?”

You let out a light laugh, reaching up to nip at his chin. “Of course, you can,” you start, swatting his hand when he reaches for her. “Later, after I finish shopping.”

“Fine,” he grumbles. “I need to fix the sink anyway.” He glances down at your thighs, toying with the zipper on your shorts. “But when you get back, I want at least two hours with my pretty girl to make up for what you did to me.”

Of course, he does, you think, honestly, you expect nothing less from your insatiable, needy biker. You give him one more kiss. “Bucky, you can have as much time with her as you want.”

“As much time as I want?” He repeats, planting his hands by your head, a mischievous glimmer flashing across his blue eyes.

Bucky gives you a pointed look as he’s suddenly reminded of his other four favorite words.

I can’t come again. Oh god, please Bucky.

Bucky waits until you realize what you just promised him, your eyes widening slowly and he chuckles. “If you insist Gorgeous. Just remember what you said when I have your thighs wrapped around my head all night.”

You can't think of a better way to spend your Friday night.

This series is sooooooo good ❤❤❤

𝙱𝙰𝙳 𝚁𝙴𝙿𝚄𝚃𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽

ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

A bad break-up pushes you to move to a small town in California where you meet Natasha who offers you a job. You work alongside the men from the 107th motorcycle clubs who all welcome you with open arms. Amongst them there's a certain brunette who everyone warns you to stay away from, but as you’ll soon find out; it’s a lot harder to do than it seems.

STATUTS: On going.

GENRE: Biker!Au. Angst and fluff.

WARNINGS: All warnings are identified on every chapter.

» ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴏɴᴇ: ɴɪɢʜᴛꜰᴀʟʟ, ᴄᴀ 8.9k

You move to Nightfall to start over and that's where you meet Natasha. A young woman who will help you heal and she introduces you to her coworkers: the 107th motorcycle club.

» ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴡᴏ: ᴛᴏᴏᴛꜱ 7.1k

An unexpected phone call forces you to revisit some painful memories, bringing you and Bucky closer together.

» ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ: ꜱʟᴇᴇᴘᴏᴠᴇʀ 5.7k

Bucky doesn’t want to let you go, but it doesn’t seem like you want to either.

» ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ꜰᴏᴜʀ: ʜᴇᴀᴛᴡᴀᴠᴇ 5.3k

A heatwave hits Nightfall and Bucky's obvious attraction to you creates friction with his best friend.

» ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ꜰɪᴠᴇ: ʀᴇᴘᴜᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ 7.6k

Bucky gets into a fight with Steve and you meet a new kind of trouble on your way home.

» CHAPTER SIX: SURPRISE 6.2k

Jace shows up at the garage and leaves a mark.

» CHAPTER SEVEN: BREATHLESS 5k

Bucky has locked himself up in the diner’s bathroom but it might not all be as it seems.

» CHAPTER EIGHT: BRUISES 4.7k

Bucky finds your bruises and sees red while a certain police officer realizes that you are more than just Bucky’s latest conquest.

» CHAPTER NINE: AWAY 6.2k

You spend the weekend with Bucky and some things are said that can never be unsaid.

» CHAPTER TEN: CONFESSIONS 5.9k

You experience a lot of firsts with Bucky during your weekend away and Brock puts his plan into motion.

» CHAPTER ELEVEN: PROBLEMS 6.3k

Bucky and Steve need to come up with a way to keep you safe while figuring out how to handle Brock’s recklessness.

» CHAPTER TWELVE: ALLIES 4.9k

Bucky and Steve confront Brock and alliances are formed.

» CHAPTER THIRTEEN: UNINVITED GUESTS 4.8k

Tension is at an all time high following Brock's threats, the whole club is on high alert.

» CHAPTER FOURTEEN: CAUGHT 6.5k

The club goes into full lockdown and Nat confronts Bucky about what she saw the previous night.

» CHAPTER FIFTEEN: CONTROL 7.7k

Brock goes against the club determined to be the only one walking out alive.

All Bikers are Hells Angels

Pairing: biker!Bucky x reader

When Y/N’s older brother Steve gets into a near fatal accident, she’s the emergency contact. The notorious biker gang she finds littering the hospital is unexpected and so is the news that Steve is the leader’s best friend and right hand man, the infamous James Buchanan Barnes.

warnings: hospitals, talk of injuries, wheelchair use, swearing, kidnapping, mild violence/violence, mentions of cheating, threatening language

one // two // three // four // five // six // seven // eight // nine //

@pellucid-constellations College!bucky pls ❤️‍🔥🥺

For this weekend, do you guys want college!bucky or tfatws!bucky :)

All Bikers are Hells Angels

Pairing: biker!Bucky x reader

When Y/N’s older brother Steve gets into a near fatal accident, she’s the emergency contact. The notorious biker gang she finds littering the hospital is unexpected and so is the news that Steve is the leader’s best friend and right hand man, the infamous James Buchanan Barnes.

warnings: hospitals, talk of injuries, wheelchair use, swearing, kidnapping, mild violence/violence, mentions of cheating, threatening language

one // two // three // four // five // six // seven // eight // nine //

Updated: 12/31/2021

Hello and welcome to my masterlist!

I'm so glad you've joined me to read all of my writing! I write mostly Marvel but I do dabble in a few other things as well. Please make sure you read all warning before opening any of my fics because they may have something that you don't enjoy!

Please like, comment and reblog anything you enjoy so that others can see it as well!

Marvel Series:

Out of Hell: Slow Burn, Ongoing, Smut, Poly Relationship

~ Relationships: Captain America x Evelin Jager (OC) x Scarlet Spider

When a cultist camp is taken by SHIELD and the Avengers, Steve finds a mutant omega covered in a web of scars. Through years of education, therapy and motivation, she gains the life and independence she always wanted and much more. One mutant's story of childhood trauma and rape, liberation, healing and the love that eventually grows between her and two alphas. This is the story of Evelin Jager.

Beauty and the Beast: Fantasy AU, Poly Relationships

~ Relationships: A lot so look at the list on Ao3

After being chase into the forest by her village, Evelin finds herself in a fantastical castle full of the world's most dangerous Night Creatures. She has nowhere else to go so decides to make a life in this strange new place with a multitude of strange beings. Along the way, she learns more about herself and the outside world.

Helping Hands: A/B/O, Sex Work, Mutants, Smut, Finished

~ Relationship: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Your job is to help alphas/omegas get through their rut/heat with your strange mutant abilities. You get called in to deal with a touch-starved super soldier with supposed violent tendencies. You expect a lot of things but you weren’t expecting this.

One Two Three Four Five

The Proposition: A/B/O, Poly Relationships, Smut, Finished

~ Relationships: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader x Bucky Barnes

Sequel to Helping Hands: You've been thinking about Steve's proposal a lot. Part of you wants to decline but a bigger part of you wants what he's offering.

One Two Three Four

Lovely Dissonance: Musician AU, Poly Relationships, Porn with Plot

~ Relationships: Pianist!Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader x Tenor!Bucky Barnes

After a long hiatus, you've decided to throw yourself back into your one passion: Singing. It's been a rocky road since the accident but you're ready to get back onto your feet and brush off those singing chops that have been put to the side. You just don't expect to find something more than just a fulfilling career.

One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ongoing...

Also on Ao3

The Jeweled Spider: A/B/O, Cam-boy, Smut

~ Relationships: O!Peter Parker x A!Wade Wilson

Wade's newest obsession is a little Camboy that looks and sounds suspiciously like the web-shooting spider. Too bad Spider-Man is a beta and this little piece of ass is an omega. Or...is it so crazy?

One Two

The Start of Something New: Smut, Hurt/Comfort, Finished

~ Relationship: Peter Parker x Wade Wilson

Spider-Man was told to stay away from Deadpool. They said he was dangerous, crazy and brought bad luck with him wherever he went. Too bad he's constantly showing up to Spider-Man's fights. Despite himself, the hero starts to trust the mercenary.

One Two Three

The Frozen Lake: Eventual Smut, Canon Divergent, Unfinished

~ Relationship: WWII!Steve Rogers x FemMutant!OC

While running from Hydra soldiers, Steve is helped by an unsuspected woman deep in the snowy forest.

One Two

Marvel One-Shots:

Sweet Delay: Soulmate AU, TFWS, Smut, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort

~ Relationship: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

You had long since given up finding your soulmate. The scars where your mark should be made plenty sure of that. It isn’t until Bucky comes along with his metal arm and missing soulmark that you find a little bit of hope.

Love Potion: Fantasy AU, Fanfiction Challenge, Smut

~ Relationship: Knight!Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

Sent on a mission by his King, Steve rides to the infamous Lorekeeper's tower to seek her help in curing the Queen of a mysterious curse. But her help comes with a steep price.

Pretty New Toy: Fanfiction Challenge, A/B/O, Smut, Sub!Steve

~ Relationship: Alpha!Steve Rogers x FemDom!Omega!Reader

You finally have Captain America in your clutches and you have plans.

Magical Mishaps: Fanfiction Challenge, A/B/O, Smut

~ Relationship: Alpha!Frank Castle x Omega!Reader x Beta!Karen Page

Frank Castle shows up unannounced to ask for your help. Karen Page has been kidnapped and he needs help tracking her. You definitely weren’t doing this for Castle, smug asshole that he was, but Karen? You’d do anything for her. Mistakes are made that lead to some…interesting circumstances.

Kind of a continuation of Pretty New Toy.

Strangers

~ Relationship: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

You go out looking for a good time…and find it.

The Apron

~ Relationship: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

You have a little surprise for Steve when he gets home.

Give me 20: No Powers AU, MCUKinkBang entry, Smut

~ Relationships: Peter Parker x Wade Wilson

After being assigned a project to build a work out routine by his gen-ed class, Peter seeks out a hole-in-the-wall gym run by a veteran to help get him an A. Wade goes above and beyond just getting Peter his A and makes the college student realize he may like a man in uniform a little too much.

Pain is an Arachnid: MCUKinkBang Entry, Smut, BDSM, Dom/Sub

~ Relationship: Steve Rogers x Peter Parker

Being bitten by the radioactive spider not only came with powers but other...issues. Peter, being as stubborn as he is, has always dealt with the embarrassing side-effects on his own since puberty but starts to realize they are becoming far too much to deal with on his own. He just doesn't expect the help to come from Mr. Golden Boy, Captain America, whom he finds a strange kind of kinship with in his time of need. He balks at the idea at first, unsure of the relationship but decides...what could it hurt? They're both consenting adults walking into a BDSM relationship that could be beneficial for them both.

Wrong End of the Stick: A/B/O, Smut, No Powers AU

~ Relationships: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes

Bucky is an alpha with a problem: He likes alphas. Not to mention his current fixation is a beautiful blond alpha that frequents his gym. As he tries to work up the courage to admit his feelings in a world where alphas don't become pairs, he finds out a tantalizing secret of Steve's that could change everything.

A Moment of Weakness: Hurt/Comfort, Angst

~ Relationships: Peter Parker x Wade Wilson

Wade gets a call from Captain America about a botched mission just before Peter shows up, bruised and broken.

[Reversed] A Moment of Weakness: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, PTSD

~ Relationship: Peter Parker x Wade Wilson

Peter gets a call that Wade needs help and ends up rescuing him. Wade is damaged both physically and mentally and needs a little TLC from Spider-Man.

Safe and Suburban: Suburbs AU, No Powers, Smut, PWP

~ Relationships: Peter Parker x Wade Wilson

Peter just bought a house in a very nice suburban neighborhood. His neighbor is a bit of a recluse but that doesn't deter the scientist from making friends with the solitary man. A new house, new friend, safe neighborhood...what could go wrong?

Working Through Problems: A/B/O, Poly, Smut, Hurt/Comfort

~ Relationship: Peter Parker x Harry Osborne x MJ Watson

MJ and Peter find their best friend drunk at a bar. It's not until later that they realize he needs a special kind of help. What are best friends for anyways?

Something Special Underneath: Smut

~ Relationship: Peter Parker x Wade Wilson

Peter doesn't mind photographing a parade but a certain command from Deadpool has him distracted.

Crawling into the Unknown: Smut, BDSM, Sub/Dom

~ Relationships: Sub!Peter Parker x Dom!Wade Wilson

Peter has some things he wants to try with Wade who is more than willing to oblige.

Baby Likes to Dance in the Dark: Smut, PWP, Sex Pollen

~ Relationships: Peter Parker x Wade Wilson

With a new date-rape drug being used in the clubs around town, Peter goes with Mary Jane to keep her safe and ends up in trouble. It's a good thing Wade is there to help him out.

Thinking of You: Porn with Plot, Smut, Sad Ending

~ Relationship: Fem!OC x Bucky Barnes

Even though her mutant power is to see the future, she cannot possibly know the problems that come with being kidnapped by the worst possible mutant: Mister Sinister. And just when she found the guy she keeps having inappropriate premonitions about too. You know what they say, Fate is a cruel mistress.

Cupcakes: PWP, Smut

~ Relationship: Steve Rogers x Reader

Steve never seems to stop surprising you with all of the things he can do. What skill is it this time? Baking...while fucking your face. It’s really impressive.

Written for Winter Writing Challenge and Steve Rogers Bingo

Pandora's Box: Porn with Plot, Hurt/Comfort, Happy Ending

~ Relationship: Nomdad!Steve Rogers x Hecate!Reader

Pandora’s box was never an artifact.

It was an ideal...a prophecy. Pandora was never a person, either. It was the personification of the universe’s collective morality. Opening Pandora’s Box was making the wrong choice at the wrong time that would spell the end of the universe as it was known."

Being the Goddess of the Crossroads and Magic, you've lived a very long time and watched billions of people choose various paths. None of them affected you until Captain Steven Grant Rogers stood in front of you, eyes full of anger and guilt and sadness.

Pokemon Sword/Shield:

The Keycard: Porn without Plot, Smut

~ Relationships: Fem!OC x Milo

The ages are changed so that it's not underage. So, in this series, Pokemon trainers are 18 when they set out. NOT 10. I don't do underage. Also, this is part one of a series about the Challenger in the story.

Campsite Visit: Porn without Plot, Smut

~ Relationships: Fem!OC x Nessa

After getting her water badge, Arden is visited unexpectedly by the gym leader herself.

The Dragons: Porn without Plot, Smut

~ Relationships: Fem!OC x Bea

People are talking, Arden gets a Dragon's number, makes a bet, gets into a fight with Hop and is comforted by a gym leader. You know, just a day in the life of the Challenger.

Snap to Stop: BDSM, Dom/Sub, Porn without Plot

~ Relationship: Fem!OC x Gordie

After her match with Gordie, he pays an unexpected visit to the locker room, which leads to...other things.

Rockstar Status: Threesome, Poly, Smut, Porn without Plot

~ Relationships: Fem!OC x Swimmer, Fem!OC x Hop x Piers

Hop has a problem and Arden has to be there to get him out of it...or push him into it, as the case may be.

Betting Man: Smut, Porn without Plot, Pegging

~ Relationships: Fem!OC x Raihan

Arden finally makes her way to Hammerlocke to collect her reward. In the process, she makes a new bet and battles the Dragon Gym Leader.

Double the Fun: Threesome, Smut, Bisexual, Porn without Plot

~ Relationships: Fem!OC x Leon, Raihan x Fem!OC x Leon, Raihan x Leon

Arden has to convince Leon to join her for a threesome by any means necessary.

Dance in the Dark: Smut, Porn without Plot

~ Relationship: Hop x Piers

After the Championship, Hop goes to a concert with Piers and things get heated.

Misc. Fandoms

Beacon of Light: D&D, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Comfortember Entry

~ Relationships: None

Being brought back to life, Yexa realizes that it's a lot harder than it seems. Thankfully, she has her companions to help her get back to her feet. It brings up dark realizations, though, and has the troll thinking about how her life will never be the same. She's not done yet. She's still got a lot of work to do.

Volatile Times: Dragon Age, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Smut

~ Relationship: Nathaniel Howe x Female City Elf Warden

The stories of the Archdemon's destruction are heroic and beautiful; they tell of the Warden's strength and bravery and what she did for her Kingdom. They never mention what she lost and Nathaniel is beginning to believe it may have been more than it was worth.

Bad Romance Masterlist

Summary: In Brooklyn, everyone knows the unwritten rule: you don’t cross James Barnes. When you return after nearly half a decade, things are anything but the same. After the murder of your Uncle, you begin to learn that no one is who they say they are, and that you may have accidentally given your heart to a mobster; The White Wolf of Brooklyn. More dangerous than that, he’s given you his.

Pairing: Mob!Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: Heavy swearing, angst, mentions of murder, description of criminal activity, mafia references, description of injury, smoking, drinking, sexual references, smut. 18+ ONLY.

A/N: The mafia is something I’ve been obsessed with since I was about 13, so this is super exciting for me to write! Feedback is so, so appreciated. <3

    Prologue

1: Business is Booming

2: The Hand You’re Dealt

3: Guilty As Charged

4: Two Faced

5: What You Do To Me

6: The Beginning of The End

7: An Eye For An Eye

8: Lies and Consequence

9: Let It Burn

10: What Goes Up

more coming soon!

This is one of the cutest alpha!bucky stories I’ve read ❤️🥰🥺

Burning Rose

- https://kaunis-sielu.tumblr.com/post/678660178683559936/burning-rose

- https://kaunis-sielu.tumblr.com/post/678728517620465664/burning-rose-2

- https://kaunis-sielu.tumblr.com/post/678804524249513984/burning-rose-3

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I'll be yours for a thousand lives

— mob! bucky barnes x wife! reader

summary || when you get kidnapped, you realise your husband isn’t the good man you thought he was.

warnings || dom!bucky. dom/sub dynamics. daddy kink. unprotected sex. spanking. degradation. dumbification. oral sex. praise kink. punishments. subspace. pain kink. corruption kink. filthy bucky. protective bucky. possessive bucky. needy bucky. a lot of dirty talk. petnames (puppy [no pet play]). horny thots. little angst. kidnapping. PWP — MINORS DNI 🔞 if any of this makes you uncomfortable then please do not read!

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ahsjhdnsjjsy…. I hope you like this lol ;)

“You had one job!”

You winced when you heard someone scream just as you blinked open your eyes slowly. You didn’t make any sudden movements, so as to not alert your captors and instead just lay still on the ground. You were still drowsy, but you willed yourself to stay awake.

You noticed there were three of them, the two guys who abducted you and the third, a middle aged man. They weren’t paying any attention to you and you would’ve crawled if your limbs weren’t tied together by a zip tie which was painfully digging into your skin.

You cursed yourself for being so stupid and landing up in this situation. Bucky had warned you, and yet you didn’t listen; and look where it landed you. You were more worried about how Bucky would feel if he knew of your stupidity.

The school where you were a teacher was close by to the farmer’s market. This evening, after you were done with your work, you decided to walk over to the market and buy some fresh produce. The road was known for robberies but you didn’t think much about it.

And just as you were walking, these two crooks had cornered you and pressed a sickly sweet napkin to your nose and the next thing you remembered was waking up here, in a warehouse. Bucky had told you, not once, twice, but many times, to not use that road and still you hadn’t listened.

“You had to go and choose the literal one person who is out of limits!” The older man was screaming at the two boys. “Okay fine! We did a mistake! But why did you have to inform him? We could’ve just let her go. I mean look at her, she’s not even awake yet!” One of the two guys chimed in.

“Are you out of your mind? If we would’ve just left her on the road he would’ve been even more furious and trust me, he would’ve found out that it’s us. And then not just yours, but my life would’ve been on the line too! And I have no interest in dying so soon.” The older man retorted back.

“You are supposed to protect us! You’re our boss.” The other guy complained. “Boss, my ass. If he knows that I’m responsible for this, he’ll literally rain hell on me. You two are the reason behind this mess, not me. I’ve called him and he’ll be here in some time and then it’s you and him.”

You wondered who were they so afraid of. And even more importantly what that man had to do with you. You were a school teacher with absolutely no connections. So then why did these people refer to you as off limits? Had they mistaken you for someone else?

“You’re a son of a bitch! We work so hard for you and now you’re literally sending us to our grave. This is not fair!” The boy cried out. “Yeah. This world is not fair. You should’ve known better.” The man just scoffed.

“But how were we supposed to know that she’s Barnes’ wife? We were just going to steal her belongings. But then we saw the lock screen of her phone and we knew who she was, so we got her to you and you’re only turning your back on us.” The boys were on the verge of crying.

Barnes’ wife? Did these people know Bucky? And was Bucky the one they were so afraid of? But why? Bucky was a reputed businessman and nothing more, as far as you knew.

“I have to be loyal to Barnes, he literally rules this place. You two can fight for yourself.” You gasped at the man’s words. What was even happening? What were these people saying? You wanted to ask them but you stayed quiet.

You waited with bated breath when you heard tires screech outside. The boys looked as if they were about to piss their pants and you had no clue what was happening. But then instant relief washed over you when you saw none other than your husband.

“Bucky!” You couldn’t resist crying out Bucky’s name the instant he stepped inside. You saw the change in his look when he saw you lying on the floor in your condition. He passed a murderous glare to the three of them as he rushed over to you.

You noticed that Bucky wasn’t alone, he had Sam, Steve and some other people you didn’t know of. Sam and Steve were his business associates, but after whatever had happened tonight, you weren’t so sure anymore.

“Are you hurt?” Bucky asked worriedly as he set on opening up your ties. Your hands were stinging, but still you denied. “No.” Bucky gave you a look meaning he knew you were hurt, and yet you were lying. You gasped when he produced a sharp knife from his expensive suit and cut off the zips.

Once you were free, Bucky did a once over to check if there were any major injuries. He pressed a kiss to your forehead and you bathed in comfort and safety the familiar embrace brought along. When you parted from the embrace, Bucky still kept his hand on your waist and kept you close.

“These two are the ones responsible for this! When I knew of it I instantly called you. I…” Bucky gave the babbling man a look that instant shut him up. “These are your boys, aren’t they?” Bucky’s voice was purely menacing. “Ye.. yes.” The man stuttered.

That was all Bucky needed. With a single flick of his head, his men surrounded the three but before you could see what happened further, Bucky pulled you out of the warehouse. Once you were inside his car, he locked your seat belt as if you were now incapable of keeping yourself safe.

“What was that?” You asked when Bucky sat besides you and started the car. He didn’t say a word and instead focused on the road. You knew those eyes, you knew what they meant. He was angry, and you were worried the anger was directed at you.

“Bucky, you have to answer me! Why were those men so afraid of you? Why are you carrying around knives? Why am I off limit to goons? Who are you? What are you?” You were nearly screaming and Bucky’s hand tightened on the steering wheel. “We’ll talk when we reach home.” That was all he said.

The entire ride home, you were squirming in your seat, dying to know the truth. You were curious by nature, and the fact that Bucky was hiding a secret, a rather huge one, didn’t sit right with you. Gladly, it didn’t take much time for you to be in the comfort of your bedroom.

“How many time have I told you?” Bucky’s voice was stern and you gulped. “No, we aren’t doing this! You answer me first!” Unlike Bucky’s controlled anger, you were bursting with rage. “No. I’ll speak first! I have told you not be reckless and yet look what you did. You could’ve used your car and taken the longer route. But no. You just don’t want to listen!” You gasped at Bucky’s reaction.

“Stop diverting the topic! The most important part right now is that you’ve probably lied to me all this time. Tell me the truth now Bucky, are you a criminal?” Your throat constricted as you uttered those words. You noticed the way Bucky’s jaw clenched.

“I’m a businessman, and you know that. But that’s not important. You risked your life, and for what? Fresh tomatoes?!” He quipped. “Shut up! Stop acting as if I can’t take care of myself. I don’t need you to baby sit me!” Bucky’s eyes hardened at your words.

“You don’t need me?”

He raised his eyebrow just like he usually did and you shook your head defeatedly. “That is not what I said. I want to know what kind of business do you do, Bucky? Because you sure ain’t doing export import.” You sucked in a breath before continuing, “Don’t lie to me Bucky. Are you a gangster?”

“Yes.”

You gasped when Bucky answered truthfully. You felt a weird mix of betrayal and anger. But you were probably more angry at yourself for being so stupid to not realise who he actually was. You had lived with him for years and loved him for even more, and yet you failed to realise that he was involved in such activities.

“I… I need some time.” You muttered as you clutched your head. Your head was aching at this point with all the emotions that were running haywire in your mind. You needed to call yourself down to think clearly and for that you needed to be alone. But before Bucky could stop you, you were gone from the room.

Bucky frustratedly ran his hand through his hair as he sagged down into the bed. He knew he had kept you in the dark and that wasn’t right of him; but he did it for your own good. He had been worried sick for you when you hadn’t come home on time and then when that idiot called him to inform you were him, he lost his shit.

He loved you more than anything in his life, and he couldn’t lose you. He knew you were everything he wasn’t — you were virtuous, kind and sweet. But that’s why you were perfect for each other. You provided him the comfort he so badly craved and he gave you the protection from this dark world.

He didn’t know how much time passed as he sat with his head in his hands. He looked at the clock to see it had been more than an hour since you’d arrived home. He agreed that you needed time to think, but he thought this much was enough. He knew exactly where you’d be — library.

He smiled to himself when he saw you curled up on the couch in the library. You must’ve been too tired as you were dozing on the couch. He cursed himself for getting mad instead of looking after you when you came home. Your face was a bit swollen from crying, but you were sleeping very calmly.

Not wanting to disturb you, he gently picked you up in his arms and began carrying you back into your bedroom. The couch definitely wasn’t as comfortable as the bed. He breathed in your scent as he held you close. Despite being careful while placing you on the bed, you still woke up.

You softly blinked your eyes as you stirred awake from your nap. Your lips curled in a small smile as Bucky effortlessly carrying you around always made you giddy with joy. You slowly got up from your sleeping position and sat on the edge of the bed as you finally asked the question that was worrying you for so long.

“Why? Why did you lie to me all this time?”

“Because I didn’t want to lose you!” Bucky exclaimed as he fell to his knees in front of you. It was a poetic moment, Bucky, a man everyone feared, falling on his knees in front of you. “I knew you won’t love me if you knew who I truly was. So I tried my best to hide it from you. I even made sure that no one else was able to tell you the truth…. I… I’m sorry.”

His voice broke as he apologised and buried his face in your lap. You couldn’t stop your hands from running through his soft hair; a habit you’d picked up years ago. The gesture made him look up at you, with eyes full of hope and a little smile on his face.

“I’m still your Bucky.”

You ran your hands from his hair to his cheeks and he nuzzled into the warmth. “Do you have many enemies?” Your question took Bucky by surprise. He stood up from between your knees and sat besides you on the bed. “I mean I do have some, but you don’t have to worry about that. I’ll always protect you.”

“I’m not worried about me… it’s just that,.. this is a dangerous field and… and I don’t want you getting hurt.” Bucky couldn’t believe his ears. “You know this is why I fell in love with you.” He said fondly. “Means?” You asked. “You’re always putting everyone else ahead of you, but you forget to take care of yourself.”

“That still doesn’t answer my question.” You retorted. “Have you ever seen me hurt or in trouble? No, right. So don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine.” You just hummed and Bucky knew you weren’t satisfied. “What is it?” He asked as he kept your eyes low on the carpet. You opened your mouth to ask something but closed it again.

“Is there anything else I don’t know about?” You finally asked. “No. You know I don’t hide things from you…” you gave Bucky a teasing glare and he corrected himself, “I mean except this, there’s nothing else that I’ve lied about.”

“You don’t have any… umm,.. anyone else in your life, right? I mean I won’t be mad. But just, don’t lie to me anymore.” Both of you were aware that you’d be super mad if Bucky ever cheated, but this question had been eating you for so long now. You had a general conception of how people in Bucky’s field were, and you could just hope that your husband wasn’t like that.

“Of course there’s no one else except you. You’re my wife, the literal love of my life. You’re my one and only. But it’s my fault that I made you feel this way. And I need you to know that you’re the most important person to me in this whole world. You mean everything to me and I can’t imagine my life without you.”

You finally cracked a smile when you heard his heartfelt words. Without thinking twice, you pressed your lips against Bucky in a sweet kiss. Circling your hands around his neck, you straddled him without breaking the kiss. He settled his hands on your waist and being surrounded by the man you loved so much have you a unique sense of satisfaction after all that had happened this evening.

“So you only love me?” You asked as you buried your face in his neck. “Yeah. I only love you.” Bucky smiled as he realised what was happening. He could feel your warm breaths on his neck before you started sucking and nibbling on his skin. You were getting all sweet for him.

“I am your puppy.”

There was a sense of pride in your statement, though it was muffled as you kept on marking his skin. “You are my puppy. Only mine. But you’ve been a bad puppy, haven’t you? Not following daddy’s orders and getting yourself in trouble. Tell me what happens to puppies who misbehave.”

“They get punished. But I’m sorry daddy!” You tried looking innocent, Bucky wasn’t buying any. It was just an accident in the beginning of your relation when you’d called Bucky your daddy. But it turned out that Bucky was just as into it as you were.

After that you’d both discussed what you wanted and settled on this dynamic. You were comfortable with Bucky and most importantly you trusted him. You had a safe word and Bucky always respected that. And the fact that you had control in any situation always made everything more exciting.

“Your pretty please isn’t getting you out of this puppy. Do you know how worried I was? Don’t you care for your daddy?” You quickly shook your head. “No daddy. I care for you, a lot.” Bucky hummed. “I know that puppy. But you gotta care for yourself too. And I gotta make you understand how important that is.”

You knew exactly what was going to happen, and it was exciting you even more. You pulled back to look into Bucky’s eyes and they were dark with lust and hunger and it awakened something inside you. A man this powerful, was so completely in love with you, yeah, it made you feel as if you were on the top of the world.

“You know what to do puppy.” Bucky’s voice was thick as he spoke. He leaned back on the bed and supported himself up with his hands. You nodded as you got down from his lap and started slowly undressing. You weren’t really sensuous, but Bucky liked how shy you were and that’s why he always told you to undress yourself so that it would be even more humiliating.

You slowly dragged clothes down your body and Bucky licked his lips as he took in every inch of your skin revealed to his eyes. Bucky crooked his finger towards him once you were naked and you went back on Bucky’s lap. Bucky was still fully dressed, and this power difference was making you squirm.

“How many rules did you break puppy?” His tone was a little condescending as he asked you. You chewed on your lip as you thought of it. “Umm,.. two? I was reckless and put myself in danger and… I screamed at you.” Bucky was still leaning back as you made yourself comfortable on his lap. “You’re missing one more.”

You tried thinking as hard as you could, but you couldn’t think of any other broken rule. You shook your head as you pouted. “Puppy, I haven’t even touched you yet and you’ve already gone silly for me?” Bucky said giving a devilish smirk.

When you still didn’t answer, Bucky have a purposeful sigh. “You don’t remember what you said?” He mocked when you shook your head dumbly. “You said you don’t need me. Is that true? Don’t you need your daddy?”

“Bucky, I didn’t say it like that. What I meant is that I can look after myself…” you couldn’t complete the rest of your sentence as Bucky grabbed your face in his hands and squeezed your cheeks. “Did I say that you could argue with me? I want a simple yes or no. Do you need your daddy, or not?”

“Yes daddy. I need you.” Your voice was needy and you batted your eyelashes for greater effect. Bucky loosened his hood on your cheeks a little before pressing a sweet kiss to your nose, but it was a deceiving move as his next words took you by surprise, “Then prove it to me.”

He let go of your face and once again leaned back. Your head was already hazy and you couldn’t comprehend the meaning of his words. “Huh?” He cooed at your reaction and you wanted to hide your face with shame. “Dumb puppy.” He again kissed your nose and cheeks just as deceivingly sweet.

“You can take care of yourself, can’t you? Go on then. Touch this pretty pussy for me and make yourself cum. If you can do that, you don’t get punished, and if you can’t….” The threat was eminent in his voice and you gulped, not with fear but with anticipation.

Bucky placed you on the centre of the bed while he sat leisurely in the corner, watching you. “Put a show for me puppy.” You nodded shyly as you spread your legs apart and started playing with your wet folds.

You sucked in a breath when your fingers touched your throbbing clit and began pressing tight circles over it. You took your time and you could see Bucky’s pants tenting as his eyes were focused on your fingers stroking your sensitive flesh.

A moan left your lips when you thrusted two fingers in as you rubbed your clit with your palm. Your fingers were much shorter than Bucky and they weren’t reaching all the spots he stimulated. But that was where the fun was, you both knew you couldn’t make yourself cum like this and the punishment was inevitable.

But seeing you writhe on the bed as you desperately tried to make yourself cum to bypass your punishment; that’s what Bucky liked to see. Your fingers were working fast and you felt a knot form in your belly. It felt like you were hanging by a thread, but the thread was too durable to let you fall into the abyss of pleasure.

“Please…” the plea felt unbidden from your lips and you realised what you’d said once the word was out of your mouth. By now, Bucky had started rubbing the tent in his pants as he saw the way your fingers stretched your hole. “Please what?”

“Please daddy, I need you!” You exclaimed with frustration as you couldn’t make yourself cum. “Hmm. Have you finally learnt your lesson?” He asked like a teacher reprimanding his students. “Ye… yes! Please. I need you. I can’t… I can’t!” You we’re nearly on the verge of sobbing.

Bucky was quick to hold your hand and stop you. You felt reluctant to pull your hand away, but you didn’t want to upset him further. Bucky changed your position such that you were lying face down on his lap. His pants were smooth against your skin, but you knew they’d feel irritating once the punishment began.

“What’s the safe word?” Bucky’s voice was serious as he asked you. You licked your dry lips before replying, “Brooklyn.” Bucky fondly patted your ass, as if giving you a compliment. “Good girl.” Your insides always fluttered whenever Bucky praised you.

“Tell me how many spanks you’ll get?” You were literally a teacher but currently you couldn’t think. Your head was floaty and on top of that desperate after not being able to cum. It was impossible for you to think straight.

You knew that for every rule you broke, you got five spanks, but you couldn’t really process the math in your head. Feeling shameful, you buried your head in the mattress. “Awww… it’s okay puppy. Daddy will do all the work for you. You broke three rules, and that means you’ll get fifteen spanks. Now count for me.”

Bucky didn’t give you any further warning as his flesh hand came down on your ass. You didn’t disobey him, and couldn’t every single slap you received. You were steady by the first five counts, by the next five, you were sweaty and panting. And when the last five were remaining, you were barely able to process words.

You were slipping and stuttering and Bucky cooed condescendingly everytime making your body burn with heat and shame. Once the last strike was done, your body was hypersensitive to everything around you, from the fine texture of Bucky’s slacks to his hands gently soothing your body.

“You did so well for me. You’re such a good puppy.” He murmured praises as he kissed your back. His hands kneaded your already sore butt and let out a broken moan. “Do you need me to make it feel better?” You nodded blindly with your face still buried in the covers.

You shivered as Bucky let you down on the bed and began trailing kisses from your back to your ass. He spread your legs and you let him do it without any resistance. You felt his hot breath on your heated folds and the sensation was making your dizzy.

Your moans were muffled by the bed as he began eating you out from behind. His hands held your ass cheeks apart as he lapped at your pussy while you shamelessly grinded on his face. If Bucky loved doing something, it was having your taste.

He was keeping you on your toes by shifting between flicking your clit, lapping up your slick, sucking your nub or fucking you with his tongue. After getting edged, it didn’t take much for your to be on the edge again. You clutched the sheets tightly in your hand as you grew closer to your orgasm.

But right before you could cum, Bucky stopped. You whined but Bucky shushed you. “I need to take my clothes off puppy.” You grumbled frustratedly as you knew this was all his plan. Bucky loved meticulous planning, and it was now that you realised that it must be because of the work he did.

You kept your face on your hand and didn’t move as you drank in the sight of Bucky undressing. You saw his body every night, and yet every single time, you found him sexier than before. The hard ridges of his body and the bulging muscles always made you drool at the sight.

“Look at you shamelessly drooling.” Bucky teased as he got up on the bed. You wanted to say something sharp back, but you were too floaty to do anything and so you just giggled instead. He nibbled and kissed your shoulder as he settled himself over you.

You felt his cock pressing over your slick folds and Bucky rubbed it along to get it wet before lining it up with your hole. Bucky entered you in a single long stroke. It wasn’t sudden, but rather slow enough to make you feel every inch of him.

Your eyes rolled back into your head when he pressed all the way in. You loved the way his thick cock stretched you out and his length rubbed all the right spots which you weren’t even previously aware of. It felt as if all the thoughts in your head were pushed out when his cock entered you.

He held your hips tightly as he began thrusting into you like an animal in a rut. You were letting out a string of moans and curses, that even you weren’t aware of, as he rammed into you like a man with a mission. You could hear his grunts of pleasure and that was like your favourite song to listen to.

One of his hands travelled to your head to press it down into the bed while his other hand was still clutching your hips tight enough to bruise. Bucky was wild in bed, but today he was set on making you understand how much you needed him; not that you really needed it.

“Are you liking this puppy?” His voice was strained and you loved that you were the reason behind him losing his composure. You nodded your head and he lightly swatted your stinging ass. “I need words puppy.”

“Ye.. yes daddy!” Your words were muffled by the bed as he held you down. You were getting off on how he was making you take it. The way he was holding you down was sending your brain into a overdrive. At this point, you’d lost all your coherent thinking and all that truly mattered in this world was Bucky’s cock.

“Are you close puppy?” Bucky could feel you clenching down on him. You wanted to reply, but the movement of his cock carving himself inside you was just too much to concentrate on anything else. Bucky knew you were floating, but he needed a little more.

“Did my fat cock fuck you dumb, puppy? See, you say you don’t need daddy but you go dumb the moment I slip my cock inside you.” His mocking words were taking you even higher. But when you still didn’t answer, Bucky weaved his hand in your hair and pulled back. You moaned out like a whore when he pulled your hair.

“Say you need me!” Bucky’s voice was demanding and yet desperate when he groaned in your ear. It was as if he needed to hear you say it more than he needed oxygen, and knowing the man Bucky was, you were sure that was actually the case.

“I need you Bucky!” You cried out. You felt Bucky let out a loud satisfied grunt in your ear as his thrusts grew erratic. “Fuck!… Cum for me. now!” As if on command, you trembled beneath him as you came. Both of you twitched and shook as you explored the fall of pleasure together.

You didn’t know when or how, but Bucky’s hand slipped into yours and you both interlocked your fingers as you orgasmed. Somehow, the locked hands felt more intimate than his cock buried deep within you.

The orgasm vibrated your core and curled your toes as stars burst behind your eyelids. Your orgasm was prolonged as you felt Bucky’s hot cum fill you up and slip out from around Bucky’s cock. You could feel the slick and cum tricking out of your pussy despite Bucky’s cock plugging you up and that act felt more filthy than anything else.

When your head cleared a little, Bucky was murmuring little praises in your ear as he usually did when you calmed down. Bucky was already holding you close, but you nuzzled closer into his warmth. “How are you feeling now?” Not just Bucky’s voice, but his eyes were radiating with care for you.

And at that instant, you knew deep down that he was still your Bucky.

Howlin’ For You (1/?)

Description: When Y/N gets an unreal deal on her first home, she wonders why her neighbor scared away all the other buyers. Despite being cautious, she doesn’t fully understand what gave Bucky Barnes such a bad name. 

Pairing: AU - Biker!Bucky x Fem/Reader

Word Count: 3,553

I’m obsessed with Biker!Bucky. This is my first attempt at an AU. So I’m pretty excited. 

The realtor watched Y/N carefully, trying to gage every facial expression and hum she made.

But on the inside, Y/N had fallen head over heels with the house. It was cozy and cute. There hadn’t been any other home that had as much natural lighting. The last owner had completely updated the whole place, but kept the vintage charm and character. It was sitting on a huge plot of land. But most importantly, it had a front porch that Y/N had always dreamed of owning.

“Okay. What’s the catch?” Y/N finally broke her silence.

The realtor seemed to be waiting for this moment, but still attempted to look confused.

Y/N narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms. “This place has been completely redone, yet kept with its original charm. There is more land than I know what to do with. It’s basically my dream home. So why is the asking price so low?”

The realtor apparently knew she couldn’t get anything past Y/N. So she took in a deep breath. “I’ve had a lot of trouble selling this house. The owner had to lower the asking price after years of failing to sell.” She took in a deep breath and then walked to a window at the front of the home. She gestured toward the only house within a mile or two. It sat right across the street. “It’s the neighbors.”

Y/N observed the house as if she was trying to figure out the problem on her own.

“What’s the deal? Drug dealer? Whore house? Meth lab?” That was all she could think of that would deter someone from living in this perfect home.

“I forget that you’re new to this town. Mr. Barnes keeps interesting company. Most of the town is terrified of him and his gang.”

“What’s wrong with his friends?” Y/N shrugged.

“Not friends. Gang. I meant that word literally. Rumor has it he’s the head of the biker gang. People call them the Howling Commandos.”

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh. “Biker gang!? Like Marlon Brando in ‘The Wild One’ biker gang?!” This couldn’t be real.

“Laugh all you want, sweetheart. But that biker gang is the reason I can’t sell this damn house.”

The realtor’s stressed demeanor and slight annoyance finally made Y/N take her seriously.

“So what? There’s been shootings or stabbings in the area?”

“Oh god no!” The realtor gasped.

“Okay… so noise complaints?”

“You’ll hear their motorcycles coming and going every once in awhile. But the last owner of this house never called the cops on them once. In fact, she said that Mr. Barnes was nothing but polite and nice to her in all the years she lived here.”

Y/N squinted. “Then I don’t get what the big deal is…?”

“It’s a small and conservative town, Ms. Y/L/N. People hear rumors and project their judgement on anyone that doesn’t fit into their silly mold.”

Y/N nodded slowly and continued to stare at the house. “I’ll take it.”

“What?” The realtor’s jaw dropped.

“I said I’ll take it.” Y/N repeated. She knew this house was a steal. But more importantly, she knew how ignorant people could be towards someone that was even slightly different. It even felt a little too familiar to the reasoning for move in the first place.

She made her offer and signed all the necessary paperwork and a few days later the realtor was practically dancing as she handed the keys over to Y/N.

A couple weeks later, Y/N had moved all her stuff in and immediately started nesting. Cleaning and decorating were completely underrated activities. No matter how long or hard it took to finish the tasks, one could always see how much progress they’d made.

Y/N was cleaning the front porch when she stared at her front door. The brown door was nice, but it didn’t feel like her. She used to always say she hated the suburban trend of having no colors in their homes. Everything was beige in every single house from her childhood. She’d made a vow that she’d use as many bright colors as she wanted when she finally got to buy her own home.

Y/N looked at the door and a color just popped into her head. With a smile, Y/N practically skipped to her car to go to the hardware store.

It was when she was in paint covered overalls, on her hands and knees, sandpapering the door when she got her first glimpse of her neighbor.

As soon as she heard the roar of a motor, her head snapped up.

However, he zoomed into the driveway and straight to his detached garage at the back of his property so quickly that she didn’t catch his face. But she couldn’t miss his broad shoulders. Even though he was wearing a hefty leather jacket, she assumed it was sitting on top of a muscular body. She also noted his shaggy hair was that pulled into a small bun on his neck.

Y/N then glanced down at her outfit and was somewhat relieved he hadn’t seemed to notice her either. She was wearing baggy overalls and just a bralette underneath. Her sister called them her construction overalls with a tone of disapproval. Y/N just ignored her.

Y/N took one last glance at her neighbor’s house in hopes of catching a glimpse of him. But he was either hiding in his garage or slipped in a back door of his house. She shrugged and continued painting her front door. When she was finally done, she took a step back and stared at it with pride.

The brown door was now a hot pink.

“Becky what the hell is the matter with you?” Y/N yelled into her cellphone.

“Come on, Y/N. Don’t be so ridiculous. It’s just a date.” Her sister responded on the phone.

“Yes, a date that I didn’t say yes to! I don’t know this guy…” Y/N groaned.

“Well that’s kind of the whole point of a blind date. Mom and I think he’s perfect for you.”

“Oh that’s just great. Now you and mom are plotting my life together. That’s just fucking perfect, Becky.” Y/N pinched the bridge of her nose, desperately trying to think of a way to get out of this. “Listen, I still have so much unpacking to do and decorating. I don’t have time to go on a date. Nor do I want to.”

“It’s too late for that. I gave him your number and new address. He’s going to pick you up tonight at 7 o’clock.”

“What! Becky! You can’t just give my address to strangers. Are you insane?!” Y/N shrieked. “Give me his number. I’m calling to cancel.”

“Nope. Not happening.” Becky was unfazed by Y/N’s reaction. “And he’s not a stranger. He’s the son of a woman in mom’s book club.”

“I literally hate you so much right now. I want you to know that.” Y/N’s voice turned into a hiss. She didn’t bother waiting for a response before hanging up on her sister.

Lucky for her, she’d already unpacked the throw pillows for the couch. Immediately she threw her phone to the other side of the couch and picked up a pillow to scream into. After she let out most of her anger, she looked at the clock. It was already 5, which meant that she had two hours to get ready for this date.

It had only been a month since Y/N had moved further away from her family. Yet it didn’t deter them from trying to control her life. The day she got her first home, she felt a sense of relief… like she hadn’t taken a breath in years. But that freedom was clearly already being attacked.

Y/N begrudgingly showered, picked out an outfit, and groomed herself. The sick feeling in her gut got worse and worse as it came closer to 7. She had to stop herself from audibly groaning when the doorbell rang.

Y/N opened the door to find a tall and handsome man waiting for her. He seemed somewhat relieved and maybe even a little impressed when he finally saw the woman he’d agreed to go on a date with.

“You must be Will.” Y/N immediately put on her charm. Even if she didn’t want to go on this date, she could at least make it interesting. Flirting was a game to her. One that she was almost too good at. It ended up confusing a lot of men and having them mistake her outgoingness for attraction and interest.

They immediately started with the awkward introductions and shared a laugh about their mothers being too aggressively involved in their dating lives. When Y/N walked out, she noticed the man’s fancy sports car. In fact, the effort not to roll her eyes at it stopped her from realizing that her neighbor was walking to his mailbox at the edge of his driveway.

A few hours later, Y/N was being dropped off back home. She couldn’t lie, Will was sweet and a gentleman. But he came with a life that Y/N was trying to get away from. She felt bad already knowing that there wasn’t going to be a second date. She felt even worse when it seemed that Will was under the impression that there definitely would be.

She’d given him a hug goodnight and thanked him for paying for dinner, even though she genuinely offered to pay her half a dozen times.

As soon as she heard his car disappear, Y/N let out a sigh of relief. She ripped off the dress. Even though she thought it was cute, it felt so restrictive. Taking it off gave her a weird sense of freedom.

Y/N looked around at her house. She’d done a lot of work, but there was still so much more to be done. She needed to get out of the house, grab some air…air that wasn’t intruded by a strange man her family set up.

Since Y/N had her fair share of wine on the date, she decided going for a walk was the only responsible option. She changed into cutoff shorts and ratty t-shirt before grabbing a small purse and locking the door behind her.

She hadn’t been able to explore the area yet. That’s why she was pleasantly surprised to find a grungy bar hidden in the trees a mile or so up from her house. It looked divey and a little rough around the edges. But it seemed so refreshing compared to the stiff and boring date she’d just been forced to go on.

“Fuck it.” Y/N muttered to herself before she walked to the entrance.

There were a dozen muscle cars and a bunch of motorcycles parked outside. Y/N couldn’t help but admire them before pulling the door open.

Y/N looked around and immediately knew she was going to stick out… even with the shorts and band t-shirt she was wearing. She just looked too clean and innocent. There was more ink than skin in the place. It practically smelled of leather and whiskey. The music was nothing that would ever be played on the radio. But Y/N loved it.

By some luck, there was a single stool open at the corner of the long bar. She made her way there and ordered a whiskey on the rocks.

“You’re new.” The female bartender said with a smile that completely contrasted the aesthetic of the bar she worked in.

Y/N laughed lightly. “Yeah, I just moved here actually.”

“How about that. I’m Wanda.”

Her friendliness brought a smile to her face. “I’m Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you. What can I get you?”

“Can I just get a whiskey on the rocks?”

Wanda nodded and winked, moving to the other side of the bar to make the drink.

Y/N was able to enjoy a drink alone for about a half hour. Wanda would come over whenever she was free and asked her a question or two. She seemed to like having a girl to talk to. All the other women at the bar seemed to be with a group or with their significant others.

However, Y/N’s peace was ruined when a guy moved to her side. He acted like he needed to order a drink, but he was unnecessarily close to her.

Y/N wasn’t stupid; she knew this move all too well.

“How ya doing?” He looked down at her after he placed his order.

“Fine.” She responded without looking at him or sounding the least bit interested.

He didn’t pick up on it. “Can I buy you a drink?”

Y/N finished her drink dramatically for effect. “Nope. I’m good.”

“Come on. You look like you could use some company.” Then he caressed her waist and slid down to her ass.

Y/N slapped his hand away and shot up from her bar stool. It flew of its legs and made a loud bang when it hit the floor.

“Don’t fucking touch me.” Y/N hissed as she finally looked at her harasser. He had dark eyes that made her feel empty. He also looked way to old to be hitting on her. But there was a danger about him that made her suddenly concerned for her safety.

“Rumlow! Back off!” Wanda came rushing over.

“Is there a problem here?” Someone asked from behind Y/N. The voice was deep and grainy, filled with masculinity.

She turned slightly without completely turning her back on the guy who was apparently called Rumlow. She saw a tall man with dark brown hair and piercing blue eyes that were currently glaring at Rumlow. On either side of him were two other men that were just as broad and intimidating. One had light blonde hair and eyes that could compete with the other one. The third man had dark skin and a face that said he had a gentleness he was constantly trying to hide.

The whole bar had gone silent, watching the scene unfold. This was not the attention Y/N wanted or needed right now.

“I was just trying to buy the lady a drink.” Rumlow shrugged.

“Really? Because it looked like you were groping her.” Wanda snapped from behind the bar.

Rumlow scoffed. “Oh, give me a break.”

Y/N was in fight or flight mode now. So she grabbed her wallet from her purse, grabbed $20 and slammed it on the bar. She gave Wanda a thankful and apologetic look. Without looking at the group of men that had interrupted, she hurriedly brushed past them. Y/N prayed no one would follow her, especially Rumlow.

She quickened her pace when she heard the door open again and heavy footsteps trailing behind her.

“You okay?” They asked with a surprising gentleness. It wasn’t patronizing, but sincere.

“I’m fine.” She answered without stopping.

“Need a ride?” They asked again.

“No. I’m walking.” She retorted and then swore internally when she realized the vulnerable information she just shared.

“It’s over two miles to your house.” They pointed out.

That made Y/N stop in terror. She turned around to find it was the same guy with the blue eyes. “How the fuck do you know where I live?” Her hand was already reaching into her purse, trying to find her phone so she could call 911.

The man smirked at her attitude. “I’m your neighbor.”

For some reason, that made Y/N relax. She still had never got a good look at him during the month she’d been living here. It would explain why she hadn’t recognized him. But looking at the man now, she noted that his hair was in that low bun again.

“I’m Bucky.” He stepped forward slowly, like he didn’t want to scare her, and offered his hand to her

She looked at his hand for too long. “Ugh. Hi. Sorry. I’m Y/N.”

His grip was strong and confident.

“How did you know I was your neighbor?” She asked softly.

“I’ve seen you doing work around the house.” He shrugged casually. “I like the pink door, by the way.” He smirked as her eyes widened from the compliment.

She looked down at her feet and laughed. “Yeah. It’s a little weird. But I’ve always dreamed of having a pink door on a house.” Then she realized she really didn’t want to be in this conversation. She didn’t even know why she just told him that personal detail about herself. “It was nice to finally meet you, Bucky. But it’s been kind of a long night. I’m gonna head out.” Her excuse was casual, like she hadn’t almost started a brawl in a bar from a dude’s inappropriate behavior.

“Let me give you a ride.” Bucky took a step forward.

“I’m seriously fine. I can take care of myself.”

“Look, this area can get a little rough sometimes. Especially this late at night. If you don’t want to get on a motorcycle, that’s fine. I’ll walk you home. Or at least let me call your boyfriend.” He held up his hands in surrender, like he was scared any sudden movement would spook her.

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh darkly. “Yeah good luck calling a boyfriend.”

Bucky’s brow furrowed in confusion. “Do you want me to ask Wanda to drive you home?”

“No.” Y/N said quickly. She had already caused enough problems and didn’t want to be an inconvenience. Wanda needed to make money off tips and good service. She wasn’t about to get in the way of that.

Before Bucky could say anything else, the bar door burst open. One of Bucky’s friends was throwing a beat up Rumlow to the ground. His lip was split and his nose was bleeding.

“Learn some damn manners, Brock. Next time you harass a pretty girl, I’ll let Bucky handle you. I took it easy on you.” The man scolded Rumlow.

“Yeah, yeah. Go fuck yourself, Wilson.” Rumlow spit blood on the dirt in front of him.

Y/N looked horrified and realized this place was much more dangerous that her naive mind realized. Using the distraction to her advantage, she quickly walked away and hurried into the shadows.

The road didn’t have any streetlights, which only added to Y/N’s tension. She almost broke out into a run when she heard the sound of a motorcycle approaching behind her.

Bucky skidded his bike to a halt as soon as he was parallel to her. “Get on.”

“Christ. You’re really not going to let me walk home alone, are you?” Y/N groaned.

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re stubborn?” He shot back.

“Just about everyone I’ve ever known.” She couldn’t help but smile mischievously. But she’d given up on fighting him. If he really planned on killing her, at least she’d go out with a bang. Plus, it wouldn’t take the police long to figure out what happened to her. Girl moves in across the street from the leader of a biker gang… pretty straightforward.

Bucky smiled at his small success. He was about to tell her how to get on, but Y/N was already swinging her leg over the back of his bike like a natural.

“Hold on.” He instructed.

She gripped his shoulders, instead of his waist.

As soon as Bucky was speeding down the tree covered road, Y/N was glad she’d taken him up on his offer. She was so lost in thought on her walk earlier that she completely underestimated the time it would’ve taken her to get back home.

But before she knew it, Bucky was pulling into her driveway. He turned off the bike and helped her off.

“Thank you. For the ride…and…and for stepping in back at the bar.” Y/N looked at the ground.

To her surprise, Bucky chuckled. “Looked like you had it handled.”

She slowly nodded. “Right. Well… goodnight, Bucky.”

“Hey Y/N?” Bucky called as she reached the stairs to her porch.

She turned around.

“Don’t be a stranger. Let me know if you ever need anything. Okay?” His voice was firm and genuine.

Y/N just nodded, but knew she would never take him up on the offer.

When she was in the safety of her house and saw Bucky ride away, assumingely back to the bar, Y/N took in a deep breath. Her first interaction with her neighbor left her utterly confused. Clearly he ran with a rough crowd, she thought as the vision of Rumlow beaten and bloodied repeated in her head.

But Bucky also seemed genuinely cornered about her safety. The chivalrous intentions contradicted with the biker gang aesthetic. He had to be a criminal of some sort, right? No one was in a gang without breaking laws at some point.

Y/N didn’t trust him. But that didn’t mean she wasn’t deeply intrigued by him.

She went to bed and couldn’t stop thinking about how much she enjoyed being close to his warm body as they sped through the darkness.

Part Two

So let me know if ya’ll are interested int this continuing. To be honest, been discouraged recently with the last of response on the past few one-shots/drabbles. There’s really no point in fanfic if it feels like no one is reading or enjoying all the time and effort I put in. 

Howlin’ For You - 4/?

Description: When Y/N gets an unreal deal on her first home, she wonders why her neighbor scared away all the other buyers. Despite being cautious, she doesn’t fully understand what gave Bucky Barnes such a bad name.

Pairing: AU - Biker!Bucky x Fem/Reader

Word Count: 4,059

Part Three 

After that morning, things got complicated. Everything seemed to change, yet somehow it still felt the same too.

Bucky still hadn’t made any move on Y/N. But he seemed so set on assuring she knew the truth about him. Even though he told her the story of just one arrest, an arrest where he offered himself as scapegoat to save Steve, Bucky had yet to disclose any other part of his past. In fact, he still hadn’t told Y/N how he’d gone from war veteran to the leader of The Howling Commandos.

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Don't Make Me Wait

Summary: You thought it was a great idea. Holding out on your beefy biker fiancé until the wedding night. What could possibly go wrong with that plan?

Pairing: Beefy Biker Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Minors, DNI, Semi-public sex, teasing, Michelle, fingering 18+

A/N: Based on a cute ask. Bit of a time jump (will write the proposal, first dates etc soon).

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Bucky has no idea how you manage to bring this side out of him. Your power is unmatched and he wouldn’t change a single thing about you. Nothing you can do can make him change his mind.

Well, one thing.

“Why?” His deep voice bordering on whining. Unashamedly so. Fuck if he cares how he sounds right now. He has more important things on his mind. Like why you’re trying to deny him his pussy. She needs him.

Bucky is more excited about the wedding than you are, he only has a few requests, mostly some biker traditions that he wants to be integrated into the ceremony. He’s keeping one a secret and every time you ask about it, he distracts you.

He will, however, discuss other things.

His favorite is the honeymoon, you’re letting him plan that part all on his own, knowing you were going to enjoy whatever he had in store for you. In fact, the honeymoon is the reason you called him into the living room this morning. The second you said the words ‘wedding night’ he was beaming ready to demonstrate all the positions he was going to put you into.

Until he heard you say you wanted to wait until the wedding night to have sex. You watched him visibly deflate, all six feet of him, sinking into the couch the more you talked. Or as he would tell it, the more you hurt him.

Bucky’s been staring at you for the past fifteen minutes. His large body slumped over, sorrowful blue eyes peering up at you. His pink bottom lip poking out just enough to make you feel like you kicked a puppy.

And in a way you have.

It seemed like a good idea when you were mulling it over. After all, absence makes the heart grow fonder and if you’re being honest with yourself, the thought of a deprived Bucky on your wedding night has your head spinning. And each time you picture him barging into the honeymoon suite you get so wet you have to change your panties.

God if he’s an animal after three days, he’s going to be an absolute beast after a month. You might not even make it to the suite, he’s probably going to drag you into the first empty room he finds, bend you over a desk and push your wedding dress up, his large hands ripping your panties as he growls your nam-

“Why gorgeous, why?” He repeats sliding down to the floor, six feet of tatted solid muscles inching between your legs. Those hands you were just daydreaming about inching up your bare thighs settling them over his broad shoulder, rough thumbs massaging deep circles over the bruises he made last night. “Give me one good reason.”

It’s hard to remember why when he brushes his thick beard over the sensitive skin of your inner thigh his wet, warm tongue lathing the burn left behind you. He curls it deliberately before licking up your other thigh, moaning softly as he tastes you.

Bucky always says you’re the best meal he’s ever had.

You clutch the cushions in your fists trying to tamper down the whimper climbing out of your throat. You can not let this man distract you. Digging your foot into his back, you push yourself away. Holding onto the arm of the couch like a lifeline, averting your eyes when he flashes a knowing grin up at you.

“It’s not like you can hold out on me either.” He teases following you as you retreat, his smoky cedar cologne drifting off him, you close your eyes holding your breath. No one should smell this sexy.

You can not let him distract you.

“Bucky stop.” You order, biting back a grin when he instantly obeys, grumbling under his breath.

He leans back on the coffee table, his hands twitching on his knees as he has to hold himself back from touching you. His boxers revealing his thick thighs when he bounces his leg.

Crossing your legs, you pull your shirt down to hide how wet your panties are. He sees a flash of them and rubs his hand down his face and over his neck, groaning, deep and low, making his dog tags rattle over his chest. Last night those dog tags were dangling in your face with his hand around- You have to hold in another whimper, a deep ache blooming in your core.

Don’t let him distract you.

Dropping your head back on the soft cushion, you take a calming breath and silently tell your pussy to behave.. “Bucky, I think it’s going to be good for the both of us,” you start, giggling softly at his affronted grunt. “And I think we both need a little lesson on self-control. Remember how you got me arrested?”

Bucky runs a hand through his hair, spluttering out, “One time. One time and I bailed you out. And I told you to run.”

You glare at him pointedly, he stares back mouthing “Told. You. To. Run.”

Bucky’s face softens as he recalls his homecoming. “And you rode me like a fucking goddess.” He sounds so proud, his eyes brightening as he grins at you. “You have no idea how many times I think about that day baby. That was the best welcome home gift I’ve ever gotten.”

You glance away, cheeks burning. Not wanting to encourage him you hide your smile with the back of your hand.

“Bucky focus, I’m serious. No sex until the wedding night.” You emphasize, scooting even further back, wagging your finger at him. “And I mean it when I say night. Wedding night, so no trying to sneak into my dressing room before the ceremony either.”

He falls silent, narrowing his darkening eyes at you. Tension thickening the air as he breathes heavily through his nose. You’re preparing your next arguments when he smiles at you, a deceptively soft twist of his lips that has you sitting up straight. Nerves on edge, skin prickling when he chuckles.

“Okay.” He shrugs, holding his large hands up in surrender. “Whatever you want.”

You open and close your mouth a few times. You were expecting at least an hour more of begging. He practically latched on to your leg when you left him for Marcie's house a few months back and that was before he became insatiable.

“Okay.” you slowly repeat back. This is not good, you're very suspicious of the sly glint in his eyes.

His smile widens and he scrunches his nose playfully. “Okay gorgeous.” His calm, even tone has your lips pursing.

Bucky stands up, stretching his arms above his head, his hard cock straining through his thin black briefs, the outline of the swollen head right in front of your face. He twists his back, pivoting his hips forward until his large bulge is almost touching your face.

You know what he's doing, you expected nothing less but you can't help the way your mouth waters as you envision the vein running under the shaft, the slight curve leading to tip and your clit thrums.

“Let’s see how long you last.”

He saunters away, cracking his neck as he rolls his shoulders. A deep exaggerated grunt from him has you wanting to run after him.

You bite your lip, chewing it between your teeth watching his muscles shift across his back. Bucky glances over his shoulder and your thighs clench when he winks. He’s not going to make this easy on you.

You stand up, your panties clinging to your throbbing pussy. Looking down, you hiss, “stop taking his side, traitor.”

“Don’t talk to her like that” he shouts from the hallway.

Aggravated about how he managed to turn your conversation around on you, you retort. "This is my pussy, Bucky, and regardless of what you think it doesn't belong to you."

He storms back in so swiftly, his large body overtaking the space that you startle taking a step back. "What did you say?"

You shrug, looking everywhere but him. "Uh…"

Bucky stomps over to you until he’s toe to toe with you, his bare tattooed chest heaving. "Say it again."

You glance up at his enraged face, part of you is aware that he's used the same look to intimidate men twice your size. All you know is that he’s even sexier when he’s angry.

"You don't scare me, Bucky." You giggle into his chest.

"Wish I did, maybe I could be getting some right now." He mumbles.

"What?"

He flicks the end of your nose, grumbling a gruff "you heard me", and walks back out the room.

The rest of the day Bucky was on his best behavior. You were on edge the entire time, waiting for him to do something. You kept glancing over your shoulder anticipating him grabbing you or grinding against you. Anything. He knows it, his smug grin whenever he passes you in the hallway is grating.

On top of everything, it's Saturday.

He has a routine that began with taking you for a ride around the city, just you, him, and the open road. Afterward, you spend the rest of the night on the couch watching movies, he likes to lay between your thighs, his head on your belly while you feed him popcorn.

Inevitably his tongue ends up circling your clit usually before the 15-minute mark.

It took a month for you to finish John Wick and you can’t remember half of it.

Tonight he queued up the movie, arranging you on the couch the way he always does. He was wearing nothing but another pair of boxers and his dog tags. And damn it if you weren’t soaked again. Now you weren't trying to tease him but your thin shirt bunched up when you laid down revealing your drenched panties.

Bucky went still above you, his hand flexing on your thigh as his pupils slowly dilated. His adam’s apple bounced twice and his eyes glazed over until you said his name. He blinks rapidly, his face clearing, and settles down without a word.

An emotion twists in your chest, disappointment? No, you wanted this, it’s only been one day.

One day, you repeat when his beard grazes your skin with each breath. Your hand quivers as you picked up the first handful of popcorn. He glances at it before opening his mouth, the tip of his tongue flickering over your palm after he takes it.

Bucky has to focus on the screen, acting as if he’s not agony, so hard because of you, doing his best to not rut into the couch like a damn teenager. He can feel the heat radiating off you. Every time he moves you throb and he can feel that too. All he wants is to sink his tongue into your warmth instead he nuzzles into your soft belly and stares at the tv.

You were so caught in your own arousal you don’t notice how tense Bucky is, too busy focused on trying not to rub against him, that annoying ache spreading through you. How did he have you so trained to crave his touch? You can practically feel his tongue gliding through your folds.

What did this man do to you?

The next morning you wake up to him, hard and hot against your back. His hand dragging up your hip, rolling you over, without opening his eyes, his lips find yours. No matter how dark the room is, he can always find your mouth.

He peppers featherlight kisses over your face between murmurs of good morning and love you’s on your skin. His love painted on your skin with each brush of his soft lips.

His hand cupping the back of your head to bring you in closer, he can’t get enough of you so much so that he has to pull himself away, leaving you breathless and needy on the bed.

Swinging his legs over the side of the bed, he rubs the back of his neck before standing up. His gait is unsteady, his cock stiff and heavy as he heads to the bathroom.

“I’m going to take a quick shower and I’ll make you breakfast.”

You laid there expecting to hear him jerking off, disappointed when only the sounds of running water came through the partially open door. He merely smiles when he strolls out, naked and water dripping down his chiseled chest, his cock just as hard as when he left you. He faces you while he towels himself off as you pretend not to watch.

“You want some sausage this morning, gorgeous?” He teased, throwing the damp towel on you.

His deep amused laughter fills the room when you petulantly shake your head. You’re actually

considering a cold shower, violently kicking the covers off of you as you climb out of bed. His laugh gets louder after you slam the door shut.

The next week was pure torture. Bucky suddenly forgot how to put on a shirt, you would come home to him working on his classic car. His tattooed chest sweaty and flushed, a smudge of grease over the vein that leads right to his cock, overalls low on his hips, the straps dangling at his sides.

No man has the right to look that damn good.

He was always a cuddler but now he couldn’t stop hugging you and touching you. Small caress of his ringed fingers along your arm as you ate dinner. He would wrap his arm around your stomach, pressing into your back in the middle of the grocery aisle to “help you” reach the box of cereal on the top shelf. He started working out early in the morning so you awoke to the sounds of him grunting. Deep low grunts right beside your bed as he lifted weights, biceps bulging with each set.

You were ready to explode.

So you decided two can play that game.

He may know your weakness but you know all of his.

Bucky trudges into the house, ready to collapse on the sofa grateful that he can at least hold you. He really wants you to give in, he can’t lie your restraint is impressive. He thought he had you two days ago when he woke to you grinding on him in your sleep. So close.

Toeing his boots off, his head lifts when he smells dinner. He grins hearing pots clattering and you singing along to the music blasting throughout the lower level. Immediately he’s invigorated knowing you’re home with him.

Bucky walks to the kitchen, stopping short when he sees you. He has to hold onto the wall, his eyes widening. Fuck me. The sight of you in his favorite dress with an apron around your waist has him seeing double.

You grin smugly at the pan when he mutters another fuck gorgeous. “Like what you see?” You sass, stirring vigorously.

He does. He really does. Bucky raises a brow, tsking quietly. He knows exactly what you’re doing. Deny him his pussy and then try to tease him. Not today gorgeous

Bucky crosses the kitchen, pulling you into him. “I want to bend you over this counter and wreck your pussy. Give it to you rough and fast, make you feel every inch.” He whispers in your ear, his warm breath on your skin.

Your knees buckle when he bites your shoulder. “Think about how tight you are around me. You can barely take me, no matter how many times I stretch your pretty little pussy.”

He pushes his hips into yours, the edge of the counter digging into your stomach. “You like when I fuck you hard, make you scream my name, don’t you? Or do you want it nice and slow, on your back with your legs over my shoulders? I can take my time splitting you open”

Yes yes, Bucky.

He’s not done, his voice deepening in your ear. “You can ride me and fuck me however you want, this cock is all yours baby.” He tilts his hips up and you can feel all of him.

“Such a good girl,” He murmurs in your ear, his rough hands moving up and down your bare arms, his filthy praises and promises making you weak. “And good girls get my tongue, how about I wake you with my tongue buried in your sweet cunt? You want that?” You do, you want it so bad.

Bucky palms your pussy, his fingers grazing your panties. “You wanna be good for me? You wanna cum for me gorgeous?”

You nod, moaning when he kisses your throat, promising to choke you, make you gag on his cock, make you remember who you belong to. You’re ready to fall to your knees, wanting his thick, heavy cock in your mouth. Bucky continues whispering all the ways he can take you apart until you’re shamelessly grinding on him seconds away from begging him to take you.

Bucky steps back, tugging on your apron strings, leaving you wide-eyed and delirious, sinking to the floor. He steps over to the stove with a cocky smirk. Picking up the spoon, he scoops a bit of sauce out of the pan and slides it into his mouth. “Well, we’re just going to have to wait for the wedding night aren’t we gorgeous?”

Loud boisterous laughter belts through your phone, you flinch moving it away from your ear. Should have known better than to tell Marcie.

“Wait wait hold the fuck up” Marcie laughs, almost in tears, “its only been a few days miss “I’m stronger than my urges and he’s just going to have to deal, miss how am I going to deal with him, he's going to be-”"

“I didn’t say that Marcie!” you shout, tossing the phone down, you roll over and grab a pillow. Fuck it’s his and it smells good. You wrap your arms around inhaling his lingering scent.

More laughter. “Girl don’t yell at me, I told you it was a dumb idea. I had money on him breaking though."

You lift your head, glaring at your overturned phone, “Stop betting on our sex life.”

“Stop having sex in public and I might.” Marcie retorts, “Don’t be mad at me because you're horny.”

She pauses and you sneer knowing she’s about to say something else.

“Bet you wish were riding that dick right now.” She cackles.

You press your face deeper into the pillow and scream. Bucky listens to you outside the room, muttering yes to himself, softly thumping the wall with his fist. Just a little more pressure and he can have his pussy back.

“I wanted our wedding night to be special.”

Oh, he doesn't like how you sounded when you said that, you're disappointed and sad. Bucky drops his hand, pushing open the door. He has no problem teasing you but that stops the second he even thinks you’re upset. Bucky has to make you feel better. You feel the bed dip down and you gaze up at him. Buck picks up your phone and taps the screen cutting off Marcie.

“Hey, gorgeous let’s go for a ride.”

The instant he veers off the highway, you know he’s going straight to the park, there’s a little area off the main path that’s special to the both of you. You had your second date there, it’s where he took you the night before he had to leave for his final tour, and it’s where he proposed.

Bucky helps you off the back of his bike, intertwining your fingers between his as guides you to the clearing. Stars dot the night sky, small chirps of crickets and dry leaves crunching under your pierce the fresh pine-scented air.

He never told you but you are the only one he’s ever brought here, before this was a place he kept to himself, his reprieve from the world. Then he met you and suddenly he no longer had the urge to run.

“You know I knew I was going to marry you the second I saw you.”

“You didn’t.” You scoff, ducking your head.

Bucky sighs thoughtfully. “I did. You had on that red tank top the one with the hole in the bottom and a pair of shorts that-” he moans biting his lip, “--and you looked up at the tree in front of your porch and smiled, goddamn you have the prettiest smile I’ve ever seen.”

The trees clear out revealing a grass patchy of land overlooking the town. He turns to you and tilts your chin up with his thumb.“Yeah, there it is.”

He places a soft kiss on your lips before continuing, “I had to meet you and I lucked out when you dropped your keys, shit I was nervous.”

You scoff again, raising your brows skeptically. “You seemed awfully confident to me Bucky.”

“My heart was racing, I felt like I was going a hundred miles an hour down the highway talking to you.” Bucky confesses, bringing you closer to him, kissing the crown of your head, “I knew I was going to have to go all out for you.”

He shrugs off his jacket. “And then you made me work for it, normally girls just throw panties at me,” he pretends to dodge invisible panties until you slap his stomach.

“Hey don’t damage your goods doll, this all yours remember.” He grins, his sapphire eyes roaming over your face as you laugh. Another memory he’s going to cherish, who knew every good thing in his life, every good moment would center around you?

“I love you.” Bucky cups your face, pressing his nose into yours, his minty breath washing over you. “Gonna always love you even when you try to kill me.” He would let you, you have no idea but he would let you do anything you wanted to him.

He lays his jacket on the ground, kneeling beside it. Bucky reaches out his hand, waiting patiently as you pad toward him. He takes your hips and guides you down onto the soft smooth leather.

“Now I know I wasn’t playing fair," He states unapologetically as he tucks you under his large warm body.

“No shit yo-”

He cuts you off with a kiss, his wet tongue delving into your mouth. You grab the back of his head pulling him closer, your lips clashing together frantically. He deepens the kiss, breathing you in, pressing you further into the ground. A moan tumbles from your mouth and he swallows it, wanting more of you, knowing in his soul that he’ll never get enough.

His lips devour you, so passionately and thoroughly you don’t even need to breathe, moments passing as he takes more, slotting his hand under your head to bring you impossibly closer until he has to break away.

Resting his forehead on yours as he pants. You scrape your nails over his scalp, his warm heavy weight comforting you, you missed having him on top of you. Neither of you are able to speak, you don’t have to, content to bask in your love for each other.

He rolls onto his side, propping himself up on his elbow. “Tomorrow I’m going to behave.” He promises, tracing your swollen lips with his knuckle. You roll your eyes, snorting into his Henley.

“I’m going to try to behave.” He retorts with an air of offense as if he didn’t just spend a whole week tormenting you with his captivating body.

His head dips down for another kiss while his hand wanders down your belly to unsnap your jeans. “Tonight, I’m going to apologize and make it up to you,” he mutters against your lips. Oh yes, you’re ready to accept any apology he’s going to give you. You lift your hips, helping him push them over your thighs.

He takes his hand and slips it down your panties. His fingers dance over your aching clit and you cry out, sweet relief flooding your body.

“Good girl. Is that better?” he hums, dragging his hand through your folds, back around your clit, adding just the right amount of pressure that sends you keening off the ground.

Bucky guides two fingers into your tight wet heat, you’re so wet his thick long digits slip in. You’re so full, being stretch so good, the only thing that would feel better right now is cock but fuck you’ll take what he’s giving. “I want to be inside your pussy so fucking bad,” He swears through gritted teeth, his desperate growl in your ear makes you clamp down hard.

“In four weeks, I’m going to do unspeakable things to you gorgeous.” His eyes flit between your face and his fingers diving into your cunt. The soft sloshing making his hard cock leak in his jeans. The ride home is going to be rough but hearing your sweet moans is going to be worth every second.

He curls his fingers upwards, dragging them over your sweet spot. Bucky remembers the first time he found it, the way your legs trembled around his waist, your nails clawing down his back. He still has dreams about the way you cried when he hit it, so beautiful when you sing for him. he drops his head to your shoulder, watching your body tense and tremble as he tightens the coil until you can't think, can't move. You need to cum so bad, begging him with your eyes, unable to form any words.

Bucky knows what you need and you're going to get everything you want.

"You’re not leaving our bed until I fucked you so thoroughly that you’re going to feel me inside of you for the rest of the honeymoon.” He vows, watching the moonlight reflect off your glistening body.

He moves his fingers faster and harder, the ruthless stretch as he scissors your silken wall has you sobbing his name, your voice echoing across the field louder as his thumb swipes over your bundle of nerves. Bucky groans, “I have it all planned out, first I’m fucking you in the church, then the reception hall, the car ride to the airport, fuck we might not even make it to the plane.”

He whispers, deep and gravelly in your ear, every last filthy thing he's going to do and with you as he pushes you closer to the edge. Your hips greedily meeting each thrust into your fluttering cunt, pleasure overtaking your senses until you can only feel him touching you. ‘

So good, so good, fuck Bucky.” So far gone as he drives you higher, you don’t realize you’re shouting until you shatter, cumming apart so hard your chant cuts off in a wordless scream, your back arched off the ground as your cunt desperately pulls his fingers back in.

His blue eyes never leave your face, taking in everything as you fall apart. He plans on making you scream like that every day as many times as he can.

“Damn you’re pretty when you cum like that.” Bucky laughs, waiting until you collapse on his jacket, gently removing his fingers. He sucks each one clean as you catch your breath.

“Just remember this was your idea.” Releasing the last one with a wet plop, he smiles down at you. “I hope you’re ready for me, gorgeous.”

He rests his head next to yours, whispering under his breath, “I can’t till you're officially mine”

Meanwhile

Michelle takes a sip of her tea, staring at your engagement photo with disdain, touching a besotted Bucky with her manicured nail. “Hmm, she’s cute I guess.”

She tosses it on the table next to the set of doilies. “This is going to be easy. Give me a week or so.”

Mrs. Smith chortles, “You were always my favorite.”

“I know. You said have a house key?”

Mrs. Smith slides it to her niece, “yeah found it in their grass.”

She taps the key against her porcelain cup, looking at Bucky’s face. “Real easy.”

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Rare & Sweet As Cherry Wine

Biker!Bucky:

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Don't Look, Don't Touch

Summary: Bucky has a few rules for any woman who isn't you...don't look, definintly don't touch anything that belongs to you. And Gorgeous he's all yours.

Pairing: Beefy Biker Bucky x Reader

Word count: 1.4 k

Warnings: Implied smut, mentions of oral, Bucky being proud that he's your man.

a/n: This is in response to this ask. Beta'd by the lovely @cwbucky . Just a minor time jump in the Beefy Biker World.

Bucky's staring at you.

Again.

He beat Steve in a game of pool about thirty minutes ago and after collecting his winnings he left the guys to grab a seat at the usual booth. Bucky's exhausted from the long day and after a few drinks, he’s content to rest in the back and wait for everyone to finish up.

But he can’t keep himself from staring at you.

It's not his fault he thinks, shifting his chair to get a better view of you. You're just so goddamn gorgeous, he can't take his eyes off you.

The heat of his gaze slides down your spine and sinks into your belly, smooth and warm like the bourbon you’re sipping.

Lifting the glass to your lips, you sneak a glance over your shoulder at the smoldering biker sitting across the bar.

His entire face brightens when your gaze lands on him. He grins at you, lips curling up until his nose scrunches, one brow raised, subtly gesturing for you to come over.

Bucky has one foot kicked up on the edge of the table, his combat boot tapping the chipped wood, his leather jacket thrown over the back of his chair and his sleeves rolled up past his thick forearms. His henley stretches across his broad muscular chest, a hint of freshly tattooed skin peeking around the collar.

By the way he's looking at you, you know he's feeling good, a few beers buzzing through him. You love tipsy Bucky. He’s a different beast when he’s like this, somehow even more affectionate than sober Bucky.

The last time he was like this, he ate you out from the back until you had to beg for him to stop and then-

“Ah ah ah,” Marcie tsks, flicking you right in the forehead with her long nails. “Don't even think about going over there.”

“Hey,” you grumble, rubbing your sore skin. “I wasn’t thinking about...” you trail off, a smile pushing your lips up. The lie flops out of your mouth and splatters on the table, making all the girls roll their eyes in unison.

You don’t notice, because you’re hooked by a pair of deep blue eyes, and oh god you want him. You blink, chastising yourself for leaning forward at the sight of his pink tongue traveling across his bottom lip.

Another sharp, stinging flick lands on your forehead—this time from Ari’s girl. Her cheerful yet menacing don’t you dare has you laughing. You break eye contact with your man to glare at her.

Narrowing your eyes, you try to remember her name-her real name-, silently cursing these bikers and their affinity for nicknames.

Giving up after a few seconds, you sigh. “Sunshine, I can control myself,” you start, mouth falling open in feigned shock when Dove snorts into her tequila. “Excuse you!” You elbow her in her stomach, and she does the same in return.

“As I. Was. Saying." You tap Dove's nose before turning to the rest of the group. "You need to talk to him about control, I’m always well behaved. Okay?” You sniff, putting your nose in the air.

They all exchange knowing looks while you cross your arms over your chest.

A beat of silence passes. You break first, a giggle slipping past your pursed lips.

The table erupts in playful, raucous teasing, each of you pointing out the times the other has lost their minds over their bikers.

Marcie, you want to talk about control. Let’s talk about you and Sam and why officer Clint can’t look you in the eyes.

Hey, that charge got dropped okay.

Dove, you let Steve do what where, oh no no no you weren’t shy then don’t act shy now tell us everything.

I-we Steve said, I mean it was one time, I-.

Sunshine, you know they have cameras in the garage right?

Oh I know.

It’s the kind of conversation that has tears running down your cheeks from laughing so hard, a warm comforting feeling in your chest knowing you’re surrounded by your best friends.

Dove grabs your shoulder, her whispered look drawing your attention back to Bucky. The girls go silent, tension thickening the smokey air. You lean back in your chair with a smug grin.

A lithe woman with a poor dye job is practically drooling over your man. She's been checking him out all night, you're surprised it took her this long to approach him.

Bucky still has his eyes on you so he doesn’t notice until she’s right in front of his face. She plants her hands next to his; her breasts almost spilling out of her low-cut top as she leans over his half eaten fried onions rings.

“Stop this now,” Sunshine pleads. “You know how he gets when this happens.”

“Nope.”

“Aw c’mon, he’s so dram—”

You cut Marcie off with a shrug. “I like it.”

Dove is looking at you, hiding her smile behind her hand. Her man is the same way so she gets it. You wink, nudging her with your shoulder. "This is going to be good."

"Hey handsome, I'm Katie."

"I'm married."

"I'm not," she retorts, biting her lip.

Bucky finally drags his eyes away from you, looking the woman straight in the eyes. “Can I help you?”

The woman in front of him smirks. “You can start by buying me a drink.”

Bucky holds up his hand, dull overhead lights reflect off the platinum ring, he smiles proudly at the shimmering band. “Sorry, but all my drinks are reserved for my girl.”

“Then why are you all by yourself baby?” Her lips dip into a faux pout, unaware of the growing ire rolling off of him. “If you were my man, I’d never leave you all alone, a big guy like you should be taken care of.”

Bucky scoffs, his stormy blue eyes narrowing. “I’m well taken care of and she’s all I want, so no.”

“Don't be like that… I bet I can change your mind.” She brushes her fingers over the back of his hand. "Bet I can do things she never even thought of-"

You see Bucky's eyes flare, it’s the same look he had at the super bowl party and it’s the same look he had after your ex tried to come back into your life. You take a deep breath in, anticipation sizzling through your veins.

"No one is better than my wife. No one." Bucky stands up, waving his hand in the air. His offended, cold voice cuts through the air like a whip. “You see this! This means I belong to her.” He states firmly, pointing one long ring adorned finger at you. “I didn’t go through all the trouble of getting her addicted to me just to cheat on her.”

Ari and Sam pause their pool game and turn towards the scene unfolding in the middle of the bar. Steve drops his head, rubbing the back of his neck, making his way to Bucky.

“All of this—“ Bucky gestures up and down his tattooed covered body, “—is hers. Will always be hers. So unless you’re Gorgeous, you need to take the hint and walk away.”

Steve pops his head over the booth. “You should probably go because he’s only going to get to worse,” he warns the stunned woman.

Bucky inhales, craning his neck to find you. “Gorgeous, you come here and tell her I love you. And that is yours," He states, grabbing his his bulge. "And that I only want to taste your ow—” he tries to continue before Steve hits him on the back of his head with his knuckles.

“Oh, this isn’t him at his worst, either. You still have a chance to get out of here.” Steve says, laughter lacing his tone. "I'd suggest you run before he really gets angry and very descriptive."

You watch her put her hands up and back away. Bucky settles back in his chair with a loud thud, grumbling under his breath. He gives you a sullen look, his brows pulled together into a frown. After everything the two of you went through to get to this point, he never wants that to happen again.

“Aw, he’s upset,” you say, sliding off your chair, grabbing your glass off the table as you stand.

“No.”

“I should go make him feel better.”

“Please, no.” Sunshine tries to grab the back of your shirt but you dodge her without taking your eyes off Bucky.

“I’ll be back in five, ten minutes.”

“Can you at least wait until you get home?”

“Five minutes,” you sing over your shoulder, sauntering over to your man.

“She’ll come back, won’t she?” The sound of Dove’s soft, hopeful voice makes you smile.

Laughing, Sunshine pulls her wallet out of her purse. “I got twenty on them sneaking into the bathroom.”

“No he drove here, it's going to be the concert parking lot all over again. I got fifty on the backseat of the truck” Sam interjects, placing a kiss on Marcie’s head.

“You’re both wrong. He’s going to do something at the booth and he better clean up after,” Ari intones from his perch on the side of the pool table, gesturing for Sunshine to sit on his lap.

Steve saunters over to a smiling Dove. "What do you think sweetheart? Bathroom or truck?"

Looping your arms around Bucky’s neck as you sit on his lap, you laugh, listening to your best friends making bets on you and your biker. He takes your hand in his larger one, kissing the wedding ring on your finger.

His loving gaze sweeps up to your face and back to your joined hands, resting his chin on your shoulder, Bucky's low, deep voice washes over the shell of your ear. “So, who do you want to win?”

You gaze up at him with a conspiratorial smirk. “That’s easy,” you say, pulling his head down, you whisper in his ear. His blue eyes are getting wider and wider with every word.

“Hell yeah.”

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