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Breaking Chains (4)

Pairing: Biker!Bucky x reader

Series Summary: Leaving behind an abusive and possessive boyfriend, and finding refuge in the hometown you once yearned to escape, certainly wasn’t a chapter you anticipated in your life’s story. Yet, eyes as blue as the sky at dusk, belonging to a mysterious biker drew you into a world of unexpected possibilities, where a job at his bar becomes more than just a means of survival - it’s a pathway to freedom and self-discovery. Though, breaking away from your past proves daunting when shackled by chains.

Chapter word count: 6.6k

Warnings: a few mentions of former toxic relationship; talk of anxiety; self-preservation; a little bit of self-doubt (Bucky)

Author’s note: Here is part 4 already. I’m getting excited, really. Thank you for every like and reblog! This means a lot to me :)

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Bucky had walked you home the next day as well.

He came down the stairs to the bar a little earlier, a few minutes after Sam had rang the bell for the last call.

This time though, Bucky’s steps had been purposeful, echoing faintly against the worn wood. It was a deliberate shift from the previous day’s stealthy approach. It was as though he intended to announce his arrival, ensuring that this time, he wouldn’t catch you off guard again.

He had leaned against the wall, hidden in the shadows and you could barely discern the contours of his face. His expression was inscrutable - a mask of indifference or perhaps something more elusive. His hands were tucked into his pockets, the worn leather of his jacket catching the faint gaslight spilling from behind the bar.

You’d stolen glances at him as you wiped down the counter, the damp cloth tracing the grooves of the wood. When you weren’t looking you could practically feel the weight of his stare, a prickling sensation on your skin. It was a curious mix of intensity and something unreadable, something that sent a shiver down your spine.

Finally, the last straggler had stumbled out the door, leaving a welcome hush to settle over the bar, with the bar being empty except for Bucky, Sam, and you. Gloved hands left his pockets as Bucky had pushed off the wall.

He’d taken a deliberate path towards a booth on the far side of the bar, forcing him to pass right in front of you. He’d been close enough that you caught a whiff of leather and something else - an elusive scent that clung to him and that had already made you shiver the day before.

You’d smiled at him as he passed by and he reciprocated, a soft curve of his lips, that sent a jolt through you.

Sam had remained uncharacteristically silent for a change but his sly smirk was commentary enough.

You’d helped Bucky clean up the bar again in silence, while Sam was quick to excuse himself and leave you to it. Bucky had been inspecting the napkin dispenser for an amount of time. There was an endearing frown on his face, contemplative, as he fussed with the misaligned stack, straightening them with an almost comical seriousness. Finally, he had met your eyes and offered to walk you home again.

And he had.

Bucky’s jacket had brushed against your coat every few steps, and you resisted the urge to lean into him. His warmth seeped through the fabric, searing into your skin under the layers of clothes between you.

You hadn’t talked much on your way to your apartment but that comfortable sense of ease remained. His presence offered you a strange sense of security, you didn’t want to leave.

It wasn’t just the physical presence of a tall, imposing figure, it was the aura he exuded. Walking beside him, your mind felt like it could finally take a breath for the first time in a long time.

The constant barrage of anxieties, the worries that gnawed at the edges of your thoughts, all seemed to quieten in his presence. The ghost of Michael, that lingered in the corners of your mind, seemed to lose his hold. He felt powerless, in comparison to Bucky, like a distant echo.

You had the following day off, spending it with Wanda. She took you to a small coffee shop that opened sometime after you left town. Exposed brick walls were softened by hanging tapestries and plush armchairs nestled around low tables. Fairy lights twinkled overhead, casting a warm glow on the mismatched furniture and overflowing bookshelves in the corner. It was truly a cozy place.

Hours had melted away in a comfy corner booth. Wanda, though, couldn’t resist steering every conversation back to the topic at hand - your new job at the bar making you tell her about every member of the gang. She also seemed thrilled at the fact that Bucky had walked you home twice already.

Heat crept up your cheeks at the glint in her eyes and the way she had leaned in conspiratorially. After one too many glares from you, you hoped looked intimidating enough, she’d let it go.

Her approach had softened and you made her promise to watch out for Pietro.

The day after that, Sam had sent you home earlier. Business was slow, a welcome change from the usual evening bustle. Only a handful of regulars occupied the worn leather booths, their conversations punctuated by the rhythmic clinking of glasses.

Another sleepless night, plagued by yet another vivid nightmare, had left you drained once again and Sam seemed to have noticed the fatigue etched on your face and the way you moved slower. He didn’t pry, but his eyes held a hint of concern as he insisted you can go home. You did relent, but it didn’t hold as much conviction as on your first day.

“Funny you call me stubborn,” you had murmured as you pulled on your coat and Sam’s toothy smile was back in an instant.

That night you had passed out on Wanda’s couch, exhaustion pulling you under. Wanda had draped a throw blanket over you and somehow managed to curl up beside you, not wanting to leave you.

You slept through the whole night, until loud, insisting pounding on your door shattered the tranquility and you rose from the couch hectically.

Pietro barged in the second you unlocked the door, claiming he was out of coffee and needed some from you.

He stayed with you girls until it was time for you to head to the bar for your shift. Wanda stayed behind at the apartment, finishing some work, while Pietro said he would walk you over.

The sun was still up, dipping a little lower but it was enough for the golden rays to warm your back. You scanned the sidewalk ahead. Two young children drew near you, their backpacks bouncing rhythmically. Idly chatter and laughter reached your ears. A gentle breeze ruffled the leaves of the old oak tree across the street, sending a flurry of tiny green leaflets fluttering down to the pavement.

“Sam told me you’re helping Steve in the kitchen,” you said, looking over at Pietro. His hair was a little messy by the breeze of the evening air, a few strands of his silver hair falling onto his forehead.

“I do. I’m a great cook, you wouldn’t even know,” he replied slyly, nudging your side.

You snorted, an unimpressed smile playing on your lips. “All you guys serve are Nachos, fries, and some sandwiches.”

Pietro sighed dramatically, waiting for the children to skip passed you before answering. “Takes a lot more than you think, princessa,” he quipped, his mock-annoyed expression contradicted by the hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“Whatever you say,” you mused. “But seriously, how did this even happen? How did you become a part of them, I mean.”

While Wanda had studied graphic design and you went off to Seattle, Pietro chose to study software engineering - a field with notoriously competitive job prospects. He had told you about the struggles, how hard it was for him to land a good job. Recent graduates were a dime of dozen; it was saturated.

In high school, Pietro had started a pizza delivery job at a pizzeria at the end of town. Even after completing his studies, he continued working there. It wasn’t glamorous, but it helped him make ends meet while he pursued other opportunities.

The conversations you’ve had over the phone had revolved around his anxieties about finding his footing in the field of software engineering. But then, a few months back, he had told you about this group of people he met. And while he did say they were a ‘gang’, you never would have imagined them to be bikers.

He had talked about the opportunity to do something fulfilling again, the chance to leave behind the pizza-delivering job, and the constant struggle of landing a software engineering role.

Unfortunately, the following months before you came back, reconnection had become infrequent occurrences - reduced to fleeting hellos exchanged during your rare phone calls with Wanda.

Now, you yearned to delve deeper, wanting to understand the details of his life, the experiences you had unknowingly missed over the years. It was a chance to truly reconnect with your friend and learn about the world he had inhabited in your absence.

“Barnes was the one who got me in, actually.”

A contemplative crease etched itself between Pietro’s eyes as you tilted your head towards him, ears perking up at the mention of the name.

Barnes.

It was a familiar echo, a name that danced on the edge of your memory. Someone had mentioned that name before and you strained to recall the context.

Then, with a jolt of recognition, it hit you. Sam had mentioned this name a few days earlier. The night Bucky had walked you home the first time.

“I hate to say this, but I agree with Barnes here. It’s dark and it’s pretty late. You shouldn’t walk.”

Bucky Barnes.

The realization sent a jolt of unexpected intrigue through you and you raised an eyebrow at Pietro, silently urging him to elaborate.

Pietro rubbed his chin as he started, his eyes lost in memory. “One night, my car broke down at one of my deliveries. Stupid thing decided to conk out on a side street. I called the guys who ordered the pizzas and let them know I’d be late. I was about to walk the rest but then a guy came down the street on his bike and stopped beside me, asking if everything was okay. It was Bucky. He took a look at my car but he told me there were some things that needed to be replaced and it couldn’t be fixed in a matter of minutes.”

Pietro let out a chuckle, edged with a touch of disbelief. “He took me on the back of his bike and helped me find the damn address I was supposed to deliver the pizzas to. I tried to give him the tip, but the guy wouldn’t take it. Said I’d probably need it for the car.”

You listened intently, hanging onto Pietro’s every word. Your focus was so intense, you barely registered the stumble caused by your shoe catching on a rogue cobblestone.

You’d known there was more to the stoic facade Bucky presented himself with. You had glimpsed cracks in his reserved exterior before, the tenderness and the compassionate soul that lay beyond. But this selfless act of kindness towards a complete stranger, his willingness to help without hesitation, added another layer to the intrigue he had already inspired.

The familiar flutter in your chest, the one that always seemed to accompany thoughts of Bucky, intensified, setting your heart into a frantic dance and making you feel warm inside - that kind of warmth the sun's rays could only wish to reach.

Pietro’s voice got a little sheepish as he continued. “After Bucky took me back to my car he called a tow truck and, man, he even listened to me rant about the busted parts and how screwed I was. Then he mentioned his friends and the bar they frequented. They came to town not too long ago and he told me they could use some help. He invited me to check it out, see if it was my scene, become one of them.”

Pietro came to a halt at a traffic light you hadn’t even noticed as he let out a breathy laugh. “Honestly, I jumped at the chance. Probably looked pretty desperate, but it was a damn good opportunity and Bucky was real nice. I came around the next day and they were all really welcoming. Got the parts for the car fixed pretty quickly. I still owe him one, that’s for sure.”

As you and Pietro stepped off the curb, the traffic light changing to green, your mind raced. Bucky had offered him a job at the bar, without hesitation.

Your thoughts drifted to the day at the gardening store when Sam had mentioned the possibility of you working at the bar as well. Bucky’s reaction had been etched in your memory - his reluctance, his vehement dismissal, the way he had warned Sam to drop the idea. It echoed in your mind, sharp and unwelcome, and left you wondering why he seemed so against you working there, yet not Pietro. Why would he offer your friend a job so effortlessly and throw a fit for you?

The questions swirled in your head, a tangled mess of confusion and a flicker of disappointment nestled inside your chest, the former warmth replaced by a shadow. Your stomach twisted with uncertainty and you realized you hadn’t responded yet, about to offer a half-hearted answer when Pietro beside you chuckled amused as you rounded the corner leading to the bar.

“Well, speak of the devil,” he drawled, and you followed his gaze.

The first thing that caught your eye was the hulking delivery truck parked directly in front of the bar, obscuring the neon glow of its name - ‘infinity’. The back of the truck hung open, revealing neatly stacked cases and boxes filled with beer bottles.

Then, jumping down of the gaping maw of the truck was Bucky, effortlessly hoisting two massive cases of bottles in each hand and disappearing into the bar.

Your breath hitched at the sight of him. Sam had told you that Bucky took care of the weekly deliveries, but seeing how he handled those beer boxes like they weighed nothing sparked something within you, you couldn’t quite place.

Although you hadn’t seen Bucky in two days it was unexpected to see him at this time of day, since you knew that he preferred to stay away during peak business hours, only appearing when the crowed thinned to take care of cleaning duties. Thus, you weren’t able to shove down that tiny flicker of excitement that sparked in your chest upon seeing him again.

The lingering knot of unease, however, snuffed out that fragile spark of excitement that had dared to ignite, making the air feel heavy around you. You bit your lip, the disappointment tasting bitter on your tongue as you watched Bucky reappear.

He hadn’t noticed Pietro and you drawing closer, his brows furrowed at his focus on the task at hand. So, you took your time to study him.

It was a warm day. Warm enough that it had coaxed you to leave your coat behind, opting for a well-worn sweater a little too big for your frame, its color faded by countless washes. Bucky wore a burgundy henley that clung to his frame, emphasizing the broad expanse of his shoulders and the tapered line of his waist.

The color surprised you a little since you had only ever seen him in black before, but you had to admit it suited him.

His gloved hands were no surprise, but your attention was drawn to the flex of muscles beneath the fabric. His biceps strained as he hauled up another case of beer bottles, the weight evident in the way his shirt stretched across his back.

A few strands of his brunette hair escaped the bun at the nape of Bucky’s neck, framing his face and highlighting his chiseled jawline. The late afternoon sun lent a soft glow to his hair.

“Hey Barnes, need any help with that?”

Pietro’s sudden shout boomed across the street, effectively announcing your presence and jolting you out of your silent reverie. You flinched, tearing your gaze away from Bucky as his head snapped towards you both, the stray strands whipping around his face with the movement before settling back.

His gaze fell on you before flickering over to Pietro. “I got it, but thanks,” he replied, a small smile replacing that earlier scowl. Despite the weight of the beer cases in his hands, his posture remained relaxed, waiting for Pietro and you to close the distance.

“Hey,” he greeted you as you reached the entrance; his voice a low rumble, almost intimate, as his lips quirked up in a more tender smile. You smiled in return but the attempt to make it reach your eyes failed at the churning sea of emotions you desperately tried to drown out. Your gaze darted away from his ocean eyes after a mere flicker of contact.

The heat of Bucky’s gaze followed you through the door as Pietro held it open for you and you stepped inside the bar. It took a few seconds before you heard the scruff of Bucky’s boots pick up on the sidewalk, reentering the bar himself.

****

The bar held a comfortable hush, a lull between the usual evening rush. A few regulars huddled near the jukebox, raucous laughter and the hum of conversations filling the air. You knew some of them by name already, a welcome change from the faceless crowds you used to serve in cafés and bars in Seattle.

They would greet you with booming calls from across the room, proclaiming your presence as the bar's resident ray of sunshine.

It was a bittersweet kind of attention.

You felt your own light had dimmed a while back, but these playful jabs, their boisterous affection, managed to coax a genuine laugh from you every now and then, a gratitude you couldn’t deny. It kept the darkness at bay.

A few even feigned outrage at the sight of Sam beginning to fill up their drink, insisting you were the ‘better pour, sweeter smile’ behind the bar.

Like old Eddie, who was in peak form tonight, the twinkle in his eyes accentuated by the bar lights. He stationed himself strategically, waiting for you to refill Donna’s usual whiskey. Donna looked intimidating at first sight, unapproachable, always sitting alone and nursing her whiskey while observing the patrons around her.

But when she approached the counter for a refill she would surprisingly engage you in conversation, regaling you with stories about her nephews or the never-ending mountain of paperwork she loathed at her job.

She seemed to have developed a fondness for you.

As Donna retreated to her usual perch, Eddie lumbered towards you, his gait a comical combination of swagger and shuffle. Age and countless rounds of alcohol had etched a map onto his face, his beard was flecked with grey, and his head was perpetually adorned with a worn Stetson.

He wasn’t conventionally handsome by any means, but he carried a certain roguish charm, a remnant of a younger spirit. You couldn’t help but laugh as he approached, his wide grin accented by the deep lines radiating from his eyes.

“Sam is free, you know,” you mused, wiping your hands on the bar towel, tucked into your apron. You began reaching for a glass.

Eddie waved a dismissive hand, his face contorting into a mock scowl. “Sammy-boy can wait, sweetheart,” he declared, his voice a gravelly rasp seasoned with years of cigarette smoke. Sam beside you chuckled softly and with a gentle shake of his head, he moved away to refill the ice cubes.

Leaning closer, Eddie winked, the wrinkles around his eyes crinkling further. “An old dog knows a good thing when he sees one.”

A laugh bubbled up from your chest, uninhibited and carefree. It was a sound you barely recognized, a melody lost for so long that it felt almost foreign. It was a sharp contrast to the shadows that accompanied you now, encompassing you, stealing your breath, and dragging you back into the darkness you were so desperately trying to escape.

But tonight, Eddie's playful advances, though delivered with a weathered hand and a voice raspy with age, had cracked through the darkness, letting in a sliver of light.

Your mind wandered, conjuring an image of Eddie in his younger days. You could almost see the glint in his eyes - a touch brighter, the charm a little more potent. Perhaps his weathered face had once held a youthful exuberance, his now grey hair a mop of carefree curls.

Eddie now may have been well past his prime, but his playful and harmless advances were a sweet reminder that a spark, however faint, could still flicker within you.

While filling up Eddie’s glass you felt a prickling sensation on your skin, the telltale sign of someone’s unwavering gaze. You’d felt it a few times throughout the last hour but had been able to ignore it so far.

After handing Eddie his glass and watching him shuffle back to his seat, not without a playful “see you again, sweetheart,” you finally stole a subtle glance toward the source.

Bucky hadn’t followed his usual routine of disappearing up the stairs to his apartment after restocking all the cases of bottles from the delivery truck. You recalled his hesitation, the glance towards the familiar staircase, he would normally move upstairs the second he was finished.

The bar had opened already at the time he was done, meaning there’d been a few patrons already lounging in booths or turning up the jukebox and swaying to its melody.

Clint and Pietro had mingled at the dartboard, locked in a battle, while Thor cheered on both of them as he sat at a nearby booth, eating fries. Steve had been bustling in the kitchen and Tony was on the phone in front of the bar. You hadn’t seen Natasha around, probably taking care of business again outside the bar.

Sam and you had stayed behind the counter ever since the first patron entered, preparing yourself for another early evening bustle.

As the chime above the door had indicated more people trickling in, the gang had started dispersing to their usual tasks. Pietro had ventured into the kitchen. Clint adjusted the lighting, creating an atmosphere more conducive to conversation. Thor, having demolished the entire plate of fries, lumbered to his feet, his expression comically transforming from jovial to watchful in a matter of seconds. He took his role as the bouncer awfully serious and it was endearing to watch from your vantage point behind the counter. Tony had entered the bar again, shoving his phone in his pocket and beelining to his office in the back.

But Bucky hadn’t moved.

He stayed planted at a wall, swallowed by the dimness, for the last thirty minutes. His stance illuminated his discomfort - hands were shoved deep into his pockets, his shoulders were tense and he shifted his weight every few seconds.

His gaze darted nervously around the room, occasionally flickering towards the staircase he would have normally climbed already.

Yet, despite his distress, he hadn’t. He stayed rooted to the spot, a silent internal battle raging behind his stoic expression. It was clear he yearned for the familiar escape of his upstairs apartment, but something held him back.

Sam’s gaze had flickered over to Bucky several times already, his surprise evident that he hadn’t disappeared yet. You half-expected him to launch into some good-natured teasing, a playful jab, a funny comment. But Sam remained silent, his occasional glances holding a depth that went beyond amusement. It was surprise mixed with a tenderness that hinted at a subtle pride and it tugged at your heart.

It was something that made you wonder how big of a deal it actually was for Bucky to stand here amidst the crowd, surrounded by the usual bar noises.

So you had tried not to add to Bucky’s apparent distress by staring, busying yourself with the patrons’ orders, but the weight of his gaze that settled on you more often than not was undeniable.

It wasn’t the kind of attention you were used to - the kind Michael had doled out, with searing and demanding eyes, laced with a hunger that left your skin crawling with fear and unease.

This was different.

Bucky’s gaze was like a gentle brush, a warm breath against your cheek that sent a shiver down your spine, but not remotely the kind that had dread curdling in your stomach. It wasn’t unpleasant. There was this heat that spread through your body, leaving a sense of security.

The unanswered questions that had plagued your mind only an hour earlier, dispelled in the heat Bucky’s gaze elicited, the warmth of it pulling you from the chill of uncertainty.

You met his eyes briefly but before a moment could arise it already got shattered by the violent clang of the bar's entrance door. It swung open with a force that sent a tremor through the room, the metal frame slamming against the wall with a bone-jarring thud.

You flinched, dropping the bar towel in shock, letting it tumble to the floor in a heap. Your scrambled mind couldn’t even conjure up the gratefulness that it hadn’t been a glass.

Your breath got knocked out from your lungs in a violent rush, knees growing weak but the dread pooling in your stomach left you rooted to the spot, heart hammering in your chest. You felt its pounding beat in every part of your body.

Your face whipped towards the door in such a swift motion, it could give you whiplash. You did feel dizzy, but you weren’t sure if it came from the shock or the hectic movement of your head

A figure focused in your view, hunched over with hands braced on his knees, panting heavily. His face was contorted in a grimace, a wince flitting across as he glanced back at the door he so roughly shoved open.

Hastily, he swiped a hand across his forehead, seemingly remembering the urgency that had propelled him through the entrance. He lurched forward, shedding his thin coat with frantic movements as he sauntered towards Sam and you behind the counter.

“I’m so sorry I’m late, boss!” he blurted out, his voice breathless and laced with apology. “I, uh, May - my aunt, she, needed help, you know, she called me in class earlier and I couldn’t just leave her hanging, but then I realized how late it was getting and I ran all the way here. And, I’m so sorry about the door, I sometimes underestimate-” He trailed off mid-sentence, his nervous tirade cut short by the sight of you.

His eyes widened slightly. “Oh, hey there! You must be Y/n. I’m Peter. Peter Parker,” he stammered, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. It was a bit awkward, boyish, and sweet all at once. He extended a hand towards you, the nervous energy still clinging to him. “So sorry I startled you, I didn’t mean to-”

You drowned out the rest of his rambling, a wave of embarrassment at your jumpiness once again washing over you, your cheeks heating up. He had noticed you flinch from the other side of the room. Great. You plastered a smile on your face, but it felt strained.

Your heart finally conceded a few beats of rest and air whooshed back into your lungs, chasing away the feeling of a punch in the gut. Although your knees still wobbled slightly, you hoped the tremor wasn’t transmitted to your hands as you met Peter's outstretched palm with one of your own. He kept talking, a monologue punctuated by apologies, while your attention snagged on a detail in your periphery.

Bucky had abandoned his post by the wall, now standing nearer the counter. A man bumped into him, but he didn’t seem to notice, his focus locked on you. The restlessness that had marked his demeanor earlier was replaced by a stoic stillness. He stood tall and imposing, like a tree rooted in the middle of the bar. The throng of patrons seemed to fade away, as his gaze remained fixed on you. A frown marked his expression, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his features.

“Alright, kid, let’s not get too excited,” Sam interjected calmly but tinged with that amusement he had lacked before. He placed a hand on Peter's shoulder. “We don’t want to overwhelm her, right? And you gotta stop calling me boss, I’m too young to feel this old.”

The blurry haze in which you had fallen cleared slowly and you straightened your posture, regaining a sense of control. Peter apologized again, to Sam and you and after you assured him it was fine, he disappeared into the backroom where Bucky had earlier stashed the bottle cases.

As the backroom door swung shut, the weight of Bucky’s stare somehow intensified. You couldn’t decipher the emotion behind it, but it sparked something within you. That fluttering sensation spread in your chest and you might even identify it as giddiness.

Your attention got yanked away from the puzzling intensity of Bucky’s stare by a middle-aged man you hadn’t noticed enter the bar. He sidled up to the counter, and you switched your focus as you prepared his drink. He wasn’t one of the regulars but smiled at you and gave you a small tip as you handed over his beer.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Bucky shift. Perhaps he’d noticed himself becoming an obstacle in the middle of the bar, patrons starting to navigate around him with muttered grumbles.

With a quick glance around, he moved. But instead of retreating to the shadows by the wall, he surprised you by shuffling closer to the counter. A tentative air hung about him, his movements unsure and a little hesitant. He ended up perched on a barstool a few seats down from you.

Sam raised an eyebrow at him. “Looks like someone’s in a good mood today,” he acknowledged, a sly grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. There was the comment you’d been waiting for.

Bucky rolled his eyes and took a deep breath. “Shut up, Sam,” he muttered under his breath. He cast a glance around the room, observing the patrons from his new place.

The backroom door creaked as it opened and Peter emerged, a precautions stack of bottles held aloft in his arms. Before he could navigate his way towards the shelves behind you, he stilled in his movements.

“Oh, hey Bucky,” he chipped, a grin splitting his face wide open. “I didn’t expect to see you here. But it’s nice to see you again!”

Bucky didn’t reciprocate Peter’s enthusiasm, but the crease on his forehead softened a little as he offered a curt nod. “You too, kid,” he responded.

Peter seemed unfazed by Bucky’s stoicism. In fact, he appeared positively delighted by the brief exchange and you watched him skip over to the shelves, the bottles clinking softly as he placed them on the wood, each thud echoing faintly.

****

Bucky watched you tending to the patrons from his side of the bar. Your movements were practiced - the way your lips curved into a sweet smile when handing out drinks, the fluid motion of your hands as you topped off glasses and filled them. It was clear you had done this before.

His eyes followed you as you sliced lemons and squeezed them in a glass, the sharp scent of them wafting over to him, stinging in his nostrils. It reminded him that he couldn’t keep staring at you that openly, not without veering into creepy territory.

With a forced casualness, he tore his gaze away from your form, only to be assaulted by the full force of the bar's sensory overload. The volume of the conversations seemed to rise a notch, punctuated by bursts of laughter and the rhythmic clinking of glasses.

He made out the thwack of darts hitting the board and the creaking of booths as patrons shifted in their seats. A group of burly men, fueled by one too many beers, had devolved into a playful arm-wrestling match in the corner, their boisterous shouts grating on Bucky’s nerves. The air vibrated with the collective energy of the crowd, their voices echoing off the walls.

Logically, he knew he could escape this unwanted cacophony with a few steps and a climb up the staircase, finding sanctuary in his apartment like he used to.

Yet, he couldn’t. And he was fooling himself if he told himself it had nothing to do with you.

He felt you were off earlier, your smile strained, tension lacing your movements, the flinch when the door slammed open. He knew the signs of anxiety. Hell, he was fighting them himself right now. But something about seeing those things on you had him on edge and it gnawed at him.

So he needed to see for himself that this was a good idea and you didn’t just take the job because you needed one.

If he was being honest with himself, however, there were also selfish reasons why he couldn’t leave. He had tried to shove down the disappointment he felt yesterday when he came down for the last call and Sam told him you had left already. The small glimpse he caught earlier wasn’t enough for him either, a longing he couldn’t quite silence.

He craved the strange sense of ease that nestled nicely in his chest whenever he looked at you, a stark contrast to the usual tightness that coiled his gut.

As he surveyed the rowdy patrons, he weighed the cost. The boisterous atmosphere clashed with his usual preference for solitude. Yet, the thought of retreating to his apartment held no allure as it normally did. It meant missing out on seeing you, and it weighed heavily on him.

The prospect of his apartment, a haven he usually sought to escape to, now felt oddly empty. The knot forming in his stomach at the thought of missing that sweet smile, the bashful glint in your eyes, the melodic sound of your laughter he was able to glimpse earlier, even that invisible weight that seemed to heavily rest on your shoulders, spurred him on.

The cacophony around him, as the comments of Sam were a small price to pay to see you again, to experience that unexpected flicker of something that you ignited within him.

“Do you want a drink?”

Your gentle voice ripped through the noise surrounding him and snapped Bucky back from the brink of introspection. Caught off guard, he swiveled in the small stool, meeting your gaze with a jolt.

He instinctively straightened his back at the way you looked at him. The soft tones of your eyes were fixed on him, but the heaviness underlying them was not lost on Bucky. He saw it every time he looked at you.

“If you could call bottom-shelf bourbon a drink,” Sam quipped from beside you, “is all he ever takes.”

Bucky had to suppress a groan. He almost forgot Sam was there too.

Admittedly, Bucky had expected a barrage of teasing from Sam all night, a running commentary on his unusual choice to remain downstairs amidst the chaos. Sam had never missed an opportunity to poke fun at him. Today, however, there was a subtle restraint to Sam’s ribbing. Perhaps he recognized the shift within Bucky, the inexplicable pull that kept him rooted to this stool. Maybe Sam wasn’t that clueless after all.

In truth, Bucky hated that bourbon. It burned harshly, scraping its way down his throat, leaving a lingering burn long after he downed his glass and it was disgusting. But with the amount of alcohol he needed to get through the day, he couldn’t afford to indulge in expensive tastes. Claiming the high-quality liquor meant lost profits. They all had to make money after all.

That meant, bottom-shelf bourbon it was.

“Alright, well, coming right up,” you said with a smile, the same one you had offered the other patrons moments before. It had a genuine quality to it and as your eyes met his before you moved to prepare his drink, a familiar flutter ignited in his stomach, his heart skipping a beat.

He couldn’t tear his gaze away as you reached for a glass and the bourbon at the bottom of the shelf he usually stuck to. You poured a measured amount, placing it carefully in front of him on a fresh napkin.

“Thanks.” His voice came out with a rasp and he cleared his throat, feeling a blush creeping up his neck, but your smile remained sweet and gentle. He’d drown a thousand bottles of that shitty bourbon if it meant seeing it again.

He raised the glass to his lips and took a hesitant sip. The harsh liquor did its usual routine, scraping its way down his throat like a fiery serpent. He winced, a cough escaping him. It never seemed to get any easier.

You winced in sympathy, your expression softening further and he watched you reach for another glass. No patron was currently waiting to be served so he followed your movements curious. You grabbed a bottle of beer; a familiar brand with a smooth, easy taste. Filling the glass as far as it would go, you placed it before him.

“That might be better,” you explained, a smile in your voice.

He stared at the glass of beer, a contemplative silence hanging in the air. “It’s on me,” you added.

Bucky couldn’t help but take a beat, a strange mix of warmth and something deeper tugging at his heartstrings. There was a glint in your eyes, a quiet knowingness and it sent a thrill down his spine. You were perceptive, he had to give you that.

Before he knew it, a smile stretched across his lips and he had to drop it to the golden liquid swirling in the glass before him. He couldn’t believe that such a sweet and gentle soul could carry the weight that burdened your eyes.

He nursed the beer, the chill a contrast to the simmering warmth you elicited in him. He dearly hoped, maybe even made it his goal, to learn and lift at least a corner of that weight, a silent echo of the burdens you shouldn’t have to carry.

Because he had to agree with old Eddie.

You were good. Bucky saw that too.

He yearned, with a fierceness that surprised him, a determination he hadn’t felt for anything quite this strong, to lessen the burden you carried.

Bucky felt a flicker of hope, he hadn’t felt in a long time, a spark of purpose beyond his solitary existence. Maybe he could be the reason that smile of yours spread not just to your lips but would crinkle the corners of your eyes, reaching the depths of your soul. The person you were beneath.

Perhaps it was the unexpected protectiveness that had sprung up within him. Or maybe it was the way you made him feel - a curious lightness in his chest whenever you smiled at him. He craved that sweetness, the way your soft scent filled the air around you, a stark contrast to the shitty bourbon and the old leather that usually clung to him.

Unfortunately, though, he had to keep it realistic. With a clenched jaw, his gaze darted to his left hand, enveloped in that black glove. The smooth surface held no comfort, only a stark reminder of what lay beneath, how it got there, and how it made him act. Shame coiled itself around his heart once again, its cold scales crawling up his spine, leaving ugly marks.

He wouldn’t be enough. He couldn’t offer you what you deserved. That much he was sure of.

But whatever he was able to do to lift any of that heaviness that seemed to weigh you down, suffocating the person underneath, he would.

As small of a gesture as it might be.

Perhaps, you would notice the bills he had slipped into the tip jar when you weren’t looking.

“In your eyes, I found gravity”

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Hi I loved your Pretty when you cry series read it twice already and you did a amazing job 🥰 I was wondering if you could write the reader from that series being catcalled by some creep and dark biker Bucky witnesses it and completely losing it and defending her and maybe it ends with some fluff I hope you have a lovely day or night ❤️

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You huffed as you pushed out past the crowd of drunken people gathered by the door of the bar. You were exhausted and ready to get home as soon as you could. Your car was at the shop so you didn't have a ride of your own, but Bucky assured you he would be there to get you right at midnight.. It was now half past twelve and he had yet to show up.

But you couldn't wait inside anymore, the air was stifling and you were overheated as the bar was nearing full capacity.

Though you were annoyed, a part of you was also starting to get worried. He hadn't called or texted to let you know he was running late, so where the hell else could he be.

Walking out into the cold of the midwinter night, you were only greeted by more bodies crowding the streets. You rolled your eyes as someone bumped into you, not a care in the world in their drunken state. You walked down a bit to get away from the groups taking up space in front of the entrance and pulled out your phone to call Bucky and see what was up.

As you held your phone and picked your head up to look around you, you felt eyes on you. A man with a buzzcut and dark blue eyes was leering at you from maybe 10 feet away. He was tall and though you couldn't be sure with the way his clothes concealed his physique, he seemed to be a bit burly. You didn't like the way he was looking at you and walked further down, pushing aside the wave of anxiety that was beginning to rise. As your eyes darted down the other side of the street, they landed on the familiar sleek black SUV parked down the way and then found Bucky as he stood next to it, a scowl on his face while he was listening to someone on the other end of his phone. When you saw him, you immediately let out a sigh of relief. But when you saw him open his mouth to respond to whoever it was he was talking to, you realized why he hadn't called or texted. He was clearly in an argument over the phone and you wondered how long he had been there.

You briefly considered giving him another minute or so, but you were so tired and the weight of that guy's stare was still on you as you stood under the last light on the street. You looked back quickly and when you met the man's eye, you decided you didn't want to wait and started walking down the darkened street to get to Bucky.

"Hey," the stranger called from behind you. You almost stopped in your step but kept yourself walking and acted like you didn't hear him.

Your heart rate picked up when you realized the guy was now following behind you. He wasn't necessarily close, but close enough to make you uncomfortable.

"Hey, where you goin'?"

He was closer now as you silently cursed the rows of cars lining the streets that had forced Bucky to park so far down.

"Home," you answered shortly without looking back at the man. The very slight slur of his words let you know he was probably drunk.

"Home?" he questioned. You weren't too far from Bucky now, but he still hadn't seen you as he was snarking at whoever was on the phone. "You need a ride, baby?"

You swallowed the response that was sitting at the tip of your tongue and kept moving. You were coming up on Bucky, all you had to do was walk just a little further and then cross the street. Right when you were about to step off the curb and sidle between the small space between the parked cars lining the sidewalk to cross the street, the man behind you grabbed your arm roughly.

You instinctively pushed his hand off of you as you turned to him incredulously. His large hand then landed on your ass as he groped you. "What the fuck are you doing?! Don't touch me!" you seethed as you tried to shove him away from you. His voice was deep and rough as he spoke, leaning closer to you and attempting to grab at you again.

"Stay away from me," you seethed as you backed up into the street.

"You need a ride, I'll give you the ride of your life, babe."

"What the fuck did you just say to her?" Bucky snarled as he was suddenly behind you, startling you as he pulled you away from the man and stepped in front of you. You could literally feel the rage rolling off of him as his eyes burned into the drunken stranger, his jaw set and nostrils flaring.

"Hey, man, I was just offering her a ride," the man slurred, his hands raised up in the air in faux innocence. You grabbed Bucky's hand and tried to pull him away but he didn't budge.

"Let's just go, come on," you tugged at him but instead of listening to you, he handed you the keys instead.

"Get in the car,"

"Bucky,"

"Did he touch you?" he spoke through grit teeth, his eyes never leaving the man.

"...Buck-"

"Did he touch you," he reiterated sharply.

"Yes," you breathed quietly as you could. You saw him pull his arm back and grabbed onto it tightly to stop him before he swung at the guy, "Bucky! I'm fine. He's drunk, he's being stupid. Let's just go."

You could feel the tension running through him as he stared down the man. If looks could kill...

It took a second but he finally let his arm lax just the slightest as you pulled him back.

"You're gettin' real fuckin' lucky tonight, you piece of shit."

Bucky finally turned around to face the same direction as you as you walked toward the car. You were relieved you wouldn't be witness to whatever Bucky was about to do as you unlocked the door with the key fob as you got closer. Thankful you were able to get Bucky to walk away, especially when he was already fuming, you let out a breath of relief for the second time that night. All you wanted to do was get home and relax with him until you feel asleep, all too eager to push past the encounter and pretend it didn't happen. You could already see yourself melting into his embrace and the stress you were just feeling was easing at the thought. Bucky was here and you were safe and that's all you wanted to focus on. You were already deciding your questions about who he was talking to and your complaints about having to wait around the overly crowded bar for half an hour would wait until tomorrow.

But as you approached the car, walking around to get in the passenger's seat, the sound of the man's voice from across the street had you stopping in your tracks, eyes squeezing shut as you exhaled heavily, not needing to look behind you to know Bucky was already walking back over the second the man opened his mouth. There was literally nothing you could do. He'd brought Bucky's wrath upon himself.

"If you're so worried about the slut you shouldn't be letting her walk the streets like that anyway. We can all see that ass and those tits on full display, she's just asking for attention. Bitch is begging to be touched."

Bucky didn't say a word as he walked straight to him, each word leaving the guy's mouth only adding to Bucky's ire. All he could see was red. It had taken nearly everything in him to walk away when you were holding onto him but he wasn't going to be able to stop himself now.

The stranger watched as Bucky approached him and didn't seem the slightest bit worried. Either he was too drunk to realize what was about to happen, or just stupidly confident Bucky wasn't actually going to do anything. You pitied the guy just a bit as you shook your head. The second he was close enough, Bucky swung his fist directly at the guy's face.

The man fell back instantly as Bucky stayed on him. He was dazed, but Bucky slapped his face harshly and forced him to meet his eye.

"Look at me," he growled, "you say one more goddamn thing about her, you so much as look in her direction ever fucking again, I will fucking kill you, do you understand me?"

Bucky shook the man as he blinked up at him in apparent shock.

"I said do you fucking understand me?" he bellowed.

The man nodded his head weakly as Bucky let go of his face, his head hitting the cement as he groaned. You thought that'd be the end of it, but instead, Bucky delivered another punch to the man's face as you cringed away, not wanting to see it. You pulled the door open and got inside the car, keeping an eye on Bucky from the tinted windows to make sure he was going to walk away. He stood up, his chest heaving as he breathed heavily, the aggression and anger still pouring off of him as he crossed back over to the car, leaving the man dazed and bloody on the ground.

Instead of getting into the driver's seat, he walked to your door and opened it, his eyes scanning you up and down quickly as his hand found your face. He searched your eyes before speaking.

"Are you okay?"

You placed your hand over his as you pulled it away from your cheek. "Are you?" you asked as you lightly ran your thumb over his split knuckles.

"Answer me," he said sharply. When your eyes narrowed at his tone, he instantly softened as he squeezed your hand. "Are you okay?"

"I told you, I'm fine. More than I can say for that guy,"

"Deserved a hell of a lot worse,"

"Can we go, please," you asked. He was clearly still agitated and you wanted to get him home, or at least just away from the bar, before anything else could happen.

He let go of you and shut your door, walking around the hood of the car before he got in and took off.

"I'm sorry I was late. Got caught up on the phone with Stark, didn't realize how much time had passed. I was gonna go inside and get you."

"You don't have to apologize," you shook your head, "you were still there."

You saw his fingers tighten against the wheel as he drove, his jaw clenched in irritation. You reached your hand over and held it out as you stared at him expectantly. He looked over at you and his gaze softened as he gave you his right hand, continuing to steer with just his left.

Bucky didn't so much as flinch as you gently prodded at his hand. "Does it hurt?" you asked.

"'M fine, sweetheart."

You accepted that and turned his hand over, beginning to lightly trace the lines of his palm with your fingers as you leaned back into the seat, turning your body so you were facing him more. You could feel the tension leaving him as you touched him.

"Thank you," you said softly, looking up from your intertwined hands to him. "For defending my honor," you smirked teasingly.

He huffed a laugh, a crooked smile forming on his lips.

"Always, princess."

"You think the top is too revealing?" you questioned as you looked down at the black v neck long sleeve you wore. It showed a hint of cleavage, but it wasn't crazy - at least you hadn't thought it was.

"You could've been walking down the street without a shirt at all - he shouldn't have put his hands on you - he shouldn't have said a single fucking word to you," he snipped. "But no, it's not."

"Yeah, I didn't think it was," you mused, still playing with his hand in yours. It was as much a comfort to you as it was to him.

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You finally got home and immediately went upstairs to change into your pajamas. Soon as you were comfy, you wandered back downstairs. You found Bucky in the kitchen and came up behind him, wrapping your arms around him as you pressed your face against his solid back.

"I love you," you murmured against him. He turned around in your embrace and wrapped his arms around you in return, leaning down to place a kiss on your head.

"I love you, too," he said.

"Thank you for being there,"

"You don't have to thank me, doll,"

"I want to," you said pulling your head away from his chest to look up at him. "You're always there, looking out for me. I feel...safe. When you're around. Even tonight, I was obviously freaked by that guy, but I knew you were close and I knew you wouldn't let anything happen to me. So, thank you."

He leaned down and pressed his lips gently to your own, kissing you softly as you squeezed him closer.

"I'll never let anything happen to," he spoke against your lips. "If I'd been paying attention, he'd never have even gotten so close to you."

"Stop," you admonished. "I'm okay...tired. It was a long night I'd rather forget about. I really just wanna lay down with you," you said as you tugged him to walk with you back upstairs.

"Yeah?" he questioned, earning a demure nod from you in return. He smirked as he picked you up effortlessly while you squealed lightly in surprise, arms winding around his neck. You smiled as he held you tightly, breathing him in as you nuzzled into the crook of his neck. "To bed we go, then. I'll help you forget all about tonight, sweetheart.

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CRUSH

home for the summer, you plan on spending your days bathing in solitude and sweet sunshine. but bucky barnes has other plans. how does a goodie-two shoes and the lead of a biker gang end up hand in hand?

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cry baby | chapter one

Summary: Cry Baby went on a date? And, it wasn't with Bucky?

Warning: Smoking. Alcohol, tipsy motorcycle driving. DON'T DRINK AND DRIVE KIDS. Crying. Bucky is so toxic but sweet, I'm a fool.

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Three months passed since that night at your apartment, in that time, the routine had become almost ordinary. It was a pattern, Bucky would show up at your apartment bruised and grazed up, and you would patch him up. Without questioning why or how it happened. The worry still gnawed at the back of your mind.

Summer had settled over the city, warmth wrapping around everything from the streets to the bar. The familiar sounds of laughter and motorcycle engines roaring became clearer as you got closer to the bar. Already late to meet your friends as is, you began to walk a little faster.

“Well, well, if it isn’t the prettiest face in the city,” Rumlow drawled, his eyes raking over your body, making your skin crawl, as you walked passed him and his group of friends to get toward the door of the bar.

“Rumlow,” you acknowledged as you tried to move past him. He stepped in front of you, blocking your path.

“What’s the rush? How about you and I have a little chat?” a smirk tugged at his lips as he began to reach up toward your cheek.

You glanced around, hoping to spot a familiar face that wasn’t loyal to Rumlow, but the street was eerily quiet. “I’m meeting my brother, excuse me.”

He leaned in closer, his hand now reaching your cheek. Gently caressing it as he continued to speak, “I’ve been watching you, you know. I’ve always wondered if you taste as sweet as you look.”

Panic surged through you, and you took a step back, your eyes darting toward anything but his. Unbeknownst to you, Sam Wilson had pulled up outside the bar, just in time to witness the interaction.

Without hesitation, Sam dismounted his motorcycle and strode toward you. “Is there a problem here?” Sam’s words cut through the air like a knife, drawing the attention of both you and Rumlow as he grabbed him by the scruff of his jacket.

A sign of relief escaped your breath at the sight of Sam, grateful for the timely intervention. Rumlow, on the other hand, sized up Sam with a gace before deciding to retreat, bringing his hand up as a show of surrender.

“I’ll see you around,” He said toward you, his tone dripping with implication before he turned back toward his friends.

Same watched his every move, his expression guarded. He turned to you, once he was assured Rumlow wasn’t an issue anymore. “You okay?” he asked, offering a reassuring smile.

You nodded, and the weight of the tension lifted. “Thanks, Sam.” Same returned the nod, giving the area another look around before leading you into the bar. His protective instincts were still alert.

Inside, the rest of the group noticed as both you and Sam walked through the door. You all exchanged greetings as you slid into the booth next to Bucky. The scent of your vanilla perfume mixed with the smell of smoke and beer, a combination that had become comforting to him.

As you settled into the booth, Bucky rested his arm over the back of the booth behind your head. “Took you long enough,” Natasha gestured her bottle toward you before taking a quick sip. “The date went that well, did it?” She couldn’t resist making a joke at your expense.

Bucky’s eyes narrowed slightly at the mention of a date, his jaw clenched as your cheeks rushed with heat. “A date, huh?” he remarked, sarcasm laced in his tone.

You began fidgeting with the edge of your sleeve. “Um, yeah…” you mumbled, trying to avoid the gazes of your friends and especially your brother.

Before you could dwell anymore on it, Steve redirected the conversation, but the sense of Bucky’s fist clenching not far from your head made the unease linger.

Throughout the night, you found yourself stealing glances at Sam, unsure of how to navigate the aftermath of the situation outside. You began replaying his words in your mind, causing your emotions to get the better of you.

Bucky sensed your sudden quietness, catching one of your sniffles. “What now?” he mumbled, only loud enough for you to hear.

“Just ran into someone outside,” you sniffled again, glancing back at Bucky with tears in your eyes. “It’s fine now,” you shot him an unconvincing smile.

“Yeah,” he began as he picked up his bottle, “looks like it.” he glanced back down at you as he took a swig.

As you stepped outside, you watched as your friends began to retrieve their motorcycles, getting ready to leave. The six of you began mumbling goodnights to each other, you telling each of them to drive safely, as Bucky stood watching by his motorcycle. He offered you a tentative smile and gestured toward the helmet on his seat. “Need a ride?”

You nodded, and he passed you the helmet as you climbed onto the back. The ride was exhilarating, wind whipped through the stray strand of your head as you clung to Bucky’s waist.

“Thank you, Bucky,” you said softly as you dismounted after he turned off the engine outside your apartment building.

“Anytime, Sweetheart,” he paused before he turned to face you, his expression serious. “Can we talk for a minute?” he asked, his eyes searching yours as you passed him the helmet back. A knot formed in your stomach, and you nodded sheepishly. “I hope your date went well.”

You shifted uncomfortably, feeling self-conscious you pulled your cardigan further around you. “Um, yeah, it was okay,” you mumbled, trying to avoid his gaze.

He began to chuckle softly, sensing your nervousness. “Just okay? Wow, sounds thrilling,” he remarked with a sarcastic tone.

You managed a weak smile, his teasing making you feel more embarrassed. “Um, well, it was our second date,” you admitted shyly, fidgeting with the edge of your sleeve. “He asked for a third,”

Bucky’s eyebrows raised in surprise, but the playful smirk never left his lips. “Oh, did he?” an amused tone in his response. “Looks like you made quite an impression then,” he continued, his tone was still playful but yet, intrigued. “Is it Sam?” he questioned.

Your head shot up to meet his gaze, and confusion spread across your features. “What? No, it’s, um, well it’s,” you paused, your nervousness causing you to hesitate. “It’s a guy from work, John Walk-,”

Bucky’s playful demeanor vanished in an instant, anger replacing the simmer in his eyes. His jaw tensed, and his eyes narrowed into a hard glare as he processed what you admitted.

“John Walker?” Bucky’s voice was low, a dangerous growl, the name left a sour taste in his mouth.

You nodded, “Yeah, um, he’s just a guy from work,” you hesitantly replied, thrown off-guard by Bucky’s transformation.

“That son of a…” his voice trailed off, the words barely contained his fury. His anger seemed to intensify, his voice rising in volume as he continued venting his frustration toward you. “I can’t believe you’d even consider going near him!” he bellowed, words echoing through the empty street.

You flinched at the force of his outburst, each word felt like it was a physical blow. “Bucky…” your voice quivering with emotion.

His features contorted in anger as he continued, “You don’t understand!” He was consumed by his rage, causing it almost impossible for you to hear your voice asking him to stop. “He’s dangerous, he’s… he’s not someone you want to be involved with!”

Each word began to cut deeper than the last, leaving you feeling vulnerable, the tears spilled down your face. “Please, Bucky,” you shouted back at him, your voice rising in desperation, “stop shouting at me!”

Your raised voice caught Bucky off guard, his anger faltering the moment he finally looked down at you. At that moment, he saw the tears, the fear, and the hurt. The realization that he had caused it, hit him like a punch to the gut.

Bucky let out a heavy sigh as his features softened, the red lights in his eyes dimming as he reached down to gently wipe your soaked cheeks. “I’m so sorry,” he murmured, every part of him filled with regret, “I… I just don’t want to see you get hurt.”

“Sh-shouting at m-me like th-that doesn’t hel-help,” your voice shaky, and interrupted by hiccups. His gaze truly softened as he took in your words.

With that, he pulled you into a comforting hug, holding you close as you both took a moment to calm down.

“Let’s get you inside, sweetheart,” he mumbled, his voice now barely a whisper as he felt your shaking subside. You nodded, sniffling as you pulled back from him.

That night, you both walked up to your apartment, and Bucky kept a protective arm around you. Once inside, you realized tonight would be different. Usually, you’d make your way to the kitchen and begin patching up his wounds.

“Let me take care of you for a change,” he said, leading you toward your couch. He fetched a warm face cloth and gently wiped away the tear stains on your cheeks. You leaned into his comforting touch, a new sense of safety enveloping you.

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✨sunrise from @wkemeup

Veteran!Bucky x Librarian!Reader

After an explosion takes his arm and his only sense of belonging, Bucky is discharged from active duty and sent back to civilian life. Left with a storm of unchecked guilt, Bucky is content to live out the rest of his days in the hollow comfort of the dark. This is, until Sam drags him down to the local VA and he meets you. (Modern AU)

parent-teacher conference by @coffeecatsandcandles

Single Dad!Bucky x Teacher!Reader

James Barnes, a widowed single dad, had forgotten what love felt like and let it crush him, taking his daughter, Rebecca, with him. He was cold, rude, and arrogant, being one of the few teachers at Westview High School the students seemed to absolutely despise. But when you show up, a hopeful math teacher who’d previously taught Rebecca’s kindergarten class, and are adored by your students and colleagues- James’s attitude starts to change.

whatever it takes by @wienerbarnes

Bucky x Doctor!Reader Doctor AU

The Avengers recruit you, a medical genius of sorts, to help solve the case of an agent who is dying from an unknown illness. You seem to catch Bucky Barnes’ attention.

seven thirty by @nacho-bucky

Single Dad!Bucky x Reader

You were planning on a productive — if lonely — weekend, but the little girl across the hall has different ideas about how you and Bucky Barnes should be spending your time.

call me when you want by @bonky-n-steeb

Bucky x Reader

When you call a sex hotline with a need to be dominated you don’t expect to meet (or hear) someone as wonderful as James. but your life becomes a complicated mess as you already love your coworker, Bucky Barnes. however, you are unaware that they are actually the same person.

steel blue by @youlightmeupfinn

Professor!Bucky Barnes x Reader

When you experience the most intense night of the summer alongside Bucky, who you nickname Steel Blue, you weren't expecting to fall pregnant. When a positive pregnancy test meets your eyes a few days before school starts, you know it belongs to the man who you'd never see again. Until you walk into your Romanian Linguistics class and he's your professor.

✨heart and soul by @all1e23

Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Reader

Alphas only brought trouble. The only thing they are good for is bringing their Omega’s pain and forced submission. They were dangerous, reckless and cruel. There wasn’t an ounce of kindness in any of them. She didn’t need an Alpha, and she certainly didn’t believe in that True Mates fairytale. That was just some fabricated fable Alphas made up to trick innocent doe-eyed Omegas. She wasn’t going to fall for that. Not again.No Alpha would ever get her to believe that love truly exists. And then, James Buchanan Barnes walked into her life.

✨astrophile by @all1e23

Firefighter!Bucky x Reader Single Dad AU

Orion Rebecca Barnes's favorite thing in the whole world (besides her daddy of course) is spending hours after school in the bookstore by her house and the owner GIVES her any book she wants; she’s the coolest girl Orion has ever met.

✨swallow by @all1e23

Biker!Bucky x Reader

Since he was fifteen years old, Bucky Barnes has only been sure of two things; the club should be the most essential thing in his life, and he’d burn it all down for you.

between the star by @all1e23

Bucky x Reader Past Steve x Reader Military AU

Struggling with the death of your husband, you find comfort in someone unexpected

the slip up by @justkending

Bucky x Single Mom!Reader

After a last hurrah to graduating college with a future to be a family practitioner, a little slip up happens… Seven years down the road, just when things just now seem to be going smoothly, Y/N approaches that slip up from all those years ago. She’s not looking for anything right now. She is just where she wants to be in life. It seems the universe has a different idea though. One called James Barnes.

✨the love club by @slyyywriting

Bucky x Mob!Reader

Bucky gets initiated into the mob life by accident. He wants out but only the owner can revoke his club membership.

the number one rule by @justkending

Bucky x Rogers!Reader

Y/N has always been seen as “Steve’s rambunctious sister.” However, she grew up, graduated, and moved to London to study abroad for 4 years and get her bachelor's degree. The girl that returns looks nothing like the teenager that left. But don’t worry, the attitude is still there and stronger than ever. What’s to come of the two grown adults that used to push each other's buttons, but now have a lot more in common than they’ve ever realized?

✨delicate edges by @wkemeup

Biker!Bucky x Florist!Reader

Your family’s beloved flower shop was not the only thing you inherited when your parents passed. Trapped under a mountain of debt to the Hydra club, you bear the cost of your father’s desperate bargain. It’s only in moments when the charming Bucky Barnes walks into your shop that you can forget the cruelty of the biker clubs of this town. But a war is brewing. The border is crumbling. You're trapped in the middle. And Bucky will stop at nothing to keep you safe.

not me by @simsadventures

CEO!Bucky x Wife!Reader

Billionaire/entrepreneur Bucky is married to seemingly timid and meek wife, the reader. While he hates her with all he has, she tried to act her part as the wife of the big CEO. And while their relationship falls apart more and more, they both realised there might be more to the story than they previously believed. Will they be able to repair the damage that’s been done, or will they find happiness in somebody else’s arms?

✨the perfect fit by @mypoisonedvine

Bucky x Tailor!Reader

bucky needs a new suit (or two) and gets a recommendation from his best frenemy, tony stark. of course it would turn out that you were his tailor, and further, that bucky would be an awkward stumbling mess as soon as he’s anywhere near you.

seeing red by @mypoisonedvine

Bodyguard!Bucky x Celebrity!Reader

bucky used to brag that he didn’t have a celebrity crush, or really care about famous people at all, which is what made him the perfect person to start working for a celebrity like yourself. except, of course, it’s just his luck that he’d fall for you.

the new recruit by @angstysebfan

Bucky x Reader

You and Bucky have a best friends with benefits relationship, since he is not the “relationship” type. Things go crazy when the new recruit shows up.

✨one last job by @sunriserose1023

Bodyguard!Bucky x Celebrity!Reader

Bucky Barnes is retired. He did a stint in the Army, did a stint as a Secret Service agent, even dabbled in the private sector, but that’s over. Now, he just wants to rest in the solitude he’s found in a cabin in the Adirondacks, with only his memories to get him through the sleepless nights.

✨pride and privacy by @adrinktostopyourthirst

Roommate!Bucky x Reader

Bucky works on himself as he gets used to a roommate. Turns out, she has a much better room than him and he crossed the line.

the right for you by @real-jane

Bucky x Reader Past Steve x Reader

steve leaves you to pursue a life with peggy. bucky is there to pick up the pieces, and build a life you never could've imagined in order to dream of it.

✨for the love of the game by @pellucid-constellations

College Athlete!Bucky x Reader

Bucky Barnes was a menace. NYU’s top baseball player, he was used to girls falling at his feet and could smooth talk his way out of just about anything. You hated him. He couldn’t figure out why. So when the novelty of weekend parties and quick hookups finally wore off—and his feelings for you began to grow—he made it his mission to fix it.

✨undisclosed by @pellucid-constellations

Lumberjack!Bucky x Reader

Desperate to outrun a secret that could cost you your life, you seek refuge in a small mountain town. Its deep forests and small cabins make it the perfect place to hide, but the travel website hadn’t mentioned anything about the quiet, burly lumberjack that wouldn’t leave your thoughts. No one had warned Bucky about you either.

fragments by @subwaysurf45

Bucky x Reader

You always had a soft spot for innocent people who were viewed as monsters, must have been something in your blood. Nothing changed when you were assigned as the new handler for the Winter Soldier, he had just killed his previous one and you happened to be there at the right time to fill in. But what happens when you meet him years later?

wrong choice right places by @mvtthewmurdvck

Mob!Bodyguard!Bucky x Reader

never wanting to work for him or protect his fiancé, falling for you was the last thing he should do—especially when his boss was zemo, who now ran most of the city.

✨mess is mine by @scrumptious-delusion

Boxer!Bucky x Reader

as a date night surprise, your boyfriend takes you to a boxing match. little does he know, one of the competitors is responsible for breaking your heart five years ago and an accidental encounter is about to send your whole world spinning.

no day but today by @buckysfaveplum

Bucky x Reader

He’s more than content to lock himself away from everyone in the cold emptiness of his apartment. However, the girl in the apartment above him seems to have other plans. The girl who paints on the fire escape and climbs down through his window. The girl who he can’t seem to get enough of.

✨southpaw by @gogolucky13

Boxer!Bucky x Reader

Tied up in the criminal world your godfather has built, you have no reason to leave, until you find one in the man they call Southpaw.

✨ghost of you by @gogolucky13

Bucky x Reader

Bucky has worked hard to come to terms with his past and enjoy the new life he’s been given. But his mind is still plagued by nightmares of what he’s done and by the face of an unknown woman. What happens when the team is tasked with recovering another Winter Solider, causing Bucky’s past and present to collide in the form of the woman from his dreams?

nostalgia for the new by @real-jane

Bucky x Agent!Reader

bucky meets you because of your exquisite taste in music, and he finds in you a solace he didn't realize was possible. you create for bucky something he's never found before: nostalgia for a time that hasn't happened yet, and hope for a future where he might be loved.

✨to have & to hold by @slyyywriting

Single Dad!Bucky x Mob!Reader

Bucky is trying his best to provide and care for his daughter who just entered first grade. Everything was alright until she asks why everyone else seems to have a mom except for her. You’re just a plain mob boss who wants to turn a new leaf. Challenges arise when the world refuses to let you take a softer, non-violent route. A little girl helps you navigate a compromise.(Single Dad!Bucky)

safe with me by @bitsandbobsandstuff

Bodyguard!Bucky x Reader

When an unknown threat enters your life, protection is offered at the highest level. As Bucky Barnes comes into your life, the game changes, and you realise falling for the man tasked with keeping you safe is the last thing you expected.

teacher’s favorite by @suitk0via

Single Dad!Bucky x Teacher!Reader

You are first grade teacher and Bucky is a single dad who wants to be involved with everything his little girl - Elaine - does. He’s the dad all the parent’s and faculty drool over. You quickly become Elaine's favorite teacher and Bucky's just gotta meet you.

✨stuck wit u by @slyyywriting

Bucky x Avenger!Reader

You and Bucky don’t get along. Your fights have become too destructive so Tony and Steve decide that enough is enough.

touch of ink by @deamstellarus

Tattoo Artist!Bucky x Reader

After a breakup with your ex, you decided to move to the small town where your long-time friend Sam lives, hoping for a change of pace and starting a new chapter in your life. You were prepared for a slower paced lifestyle, quaint diners, and a change of scenery. However, you didn't expect to be swept off your feet by two stunning pairs of blue-grey eyes.

✨paper walls by @writingcroissant

Neighbor!Bucky x Reader

Your apartment happens to be right next to Bucky's, heads only separated by a paper-thin wall, leading to you witnessing every second of his nightmares. Although, bonding over your late night conversations, you seem to forget that you never even saw him before.

✨leave this town by @avengerofyourheart

Mechanic!Bucky x Reader

Your dreams of kissing your small town life goodbye are about to come true when an unexpected detour leaves you stranded. Meeting the handsome local mechanic has you rethinking your plans. Perhaps happiness is less about where you’re headed and more about the people you meet along the way.

✨the world of our own by @shreddedparchment

Bucky x Reader Castaway AU

You and a man named Bucky crash land on a deserted island. Can the two of you come together and make it until rescue comes? After you begin to fall for the mysterious Bucky Barnes, will you even want to be rescued?

yours, mine, ours by @coffeecatsandcandles

Single Dad!Bucky x Single Mom!Reader

Bucky Barnes has been raising his girls, Rebecca and Winnie, for the last two years. He'd lost all hope of falling in love again until he met you, a pediatrician with two children of your own- Elliot and Willow. He falls in love and he falls hard, but the challenges of being single parents still weigh on you both at times. Luckily, you'll always have each other.

we’ll meet again by @coffeecatsandcandles

Bucky x Reader

You fell in love with Bucky Barnes in 1940. He was your everything, until he was taken from you. You’ll meet him again, just not in the way either of you expected…

✨run to me by @sgtjbuccky

Mob!Bucky x Reader

In where you’ve always had a habit of ending up in situations you shouldn’t, and when you caught the eye of the man who ran New York, Bucky Barnes, your life changed. They warned you about him, but the one thing they never warned you about was how you’d always want to run to him.

trick question by @nacho-bucky

Bucky x Reader Modern AU

It’s a weekly battle of wills for Bucky and the Reader, as they navigate the stunning pressure that is pub trivia. Can these obdurate opponents find any middle-ground?

the diner by @bolontiku

Bucky x Reader Modern AU

Working at a diner as a waitress, struggling to make bills and take care of the kid your sister left you, one night you meet James.

relax by @kinanabinks

Bucky x Reader

Things with Bucky are easy, and he's the sweetest guy you've been with. But when you throw in a bitter roommate and untold secrets, things get real hard, real fast.

old souls @thedevilwearsvibranium

Bucky x Reader

Your aunt runs an antique shop in the lower parts of Manhattan, and asks you to work in her shop once a week. You happily take the job, but then on your first day you have a strange encounter with an unusual customer - Bucky Barnes, the Winter Soldier. Things ensue as the two of you end up becoming friends - and maybe even more - as you reminisce about the old things that you love as well as your mysterious pasts.

breaking the rules by @redgillan

Bucky x Reader Modern AU

You hate James Barnes with a burning passion and the feeling is entirely mutual. Just when you think things can’t get any worse, you are tricked into attending his sister’s wedding as his girlfriend. Stuck with a bunch of strangers, you come up with a set of rules that are not going to last long.

time after time by @justsomebucky

Neighbor!Bucky x Reader

AU. When the reader’s parents divorce, her mother moves her to a new town, right next door to Bucky Barnes. This is their love story.

just a touch by @buckychrist

Bucky x Enhanced!Reader

Your powers? Controlling any feeling a human can have, from emotions to pain, with a simple brush of your fingertips. Your mission? The traumatized soldier with sad stricken eyes and scream filled nightmares.

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likeahorribledream · 2 years

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For my new bikerverse we have:

Bucky Barnes

Chris:

Nomad Steve:

And Ari:

They will each have a love story of their own with different OFCs! With different tropes 🤭

Who else do you want to see with these fine gentlemen?

Reminder that it doesn’t have to be a Chris or Seb character. I’m open to all suggestions 😁

#bucky barnes #steve rogers #nomad Steve #nomad Steve rogers #beefy Bucky barnes #beefy Bucky #destroyer chris #destroyer!chris #ari levinson #bikerverse #biker series

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fluffysucker · 1 year

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We paint the town blue

Bucky Barnes x Reader (AU)

Boxer/Biker! Bucky Barnes x Chef! Reader.

Part of the Miss Americana & The heartbreak Prince universe AKA Bucky and his princess.

ALL ONESHOTS COULD BE READ AS STAND-ALONE

Your first I love you.

Written in Third POV. No use of Y/N. However, the reader is referred to as a female. Likes, comments, reblogs are VERY VERY highly appreciated.

Main Masterlist

It was as cliche as movies. To say your first I love during your first fight.

It had been some time since your fantastic first date, and it had been wonderful ever since. You went on lots of other dates, and each one was more breathtaking than the previous. From beach days, picnics, fancy places, movies to staying over at the restaurant and midnight walks, everything was perfect. Bucky was perfect.

You found what people say about him, claiming him to be very bizarre. A big lie. He was the sweetest person.

He loved astrology and space. He loved the army's stories and knew everything about World War Two. He loved reading. He loved the 40th music. He loved to slow dance. He loved to take long walks around and outside the city. He loved to go to museums and exhibitions. He loved having deep conversations.

He was funny. He was caring. He was fiercely loyal. He was a family man. He was smart. He was passionate. He was compassionate. He was kind. He was good-hearted.

He was everything good. And he was yours. Your perfect boyfriend.

It didn't take him long to ask you to be his girl officially. Couple dates and he was attached. He couldn't imagine going another day where you weren't his girl.

After an amazing date, with his leather jacket draped over your shoulder, his hands wrapped around your waist, one of your hands around his neck and the other holding the flowers that he insisted to buy you mid-date, your lips connected in the most gentle loving kiss, he knew this was the moment. He wanted to stay like this forever. This was the heaven he read about and dreamt of

You broke away, your eyes never leaving each other, your sweet-tasting lipgloss lingering on his lips, your soft smile big on your face. Like everything with you, he let his heart take over. Words fell from him, unplanned.

"Please, be my girl"

Your smile got bigger, your eyes had a different shine, your heartbeats could be heard from afar, butterflies ran in your stomch, and your mind screamed one word over and over.

With your red cheeks, you stood on your highest tiptoe, kissing Bucky, your boyfriend.

And just like that, you were dating Bucky Barnes.

You understood a bit by bit why people thought that of him. He didn't show that side with anyone. The side he ofter let you saw was only for eyes.

When he would tell you about his day in more than three words. When he would respond to your childhood stories with little glimpses of his. When he would spend the night, his head resting on your chest, his body above yours without crushing you. When he would let you run your fingers through his hair. When he would listen to your talking for hours nonstop. When he would make you laugh and smile. When he would send you texts through the day, checking on you, despite being a wall apart most days. When he would walk you home every night. When he would wait for you at the restaurant's door so he would see your face first thing in the morning. When he would lay soft kisses on your hands when you served him and the guys whenever they stopped by.

All stuff that was reserved to you. All the efforts he put for you. Looking at you like you hung the moon and the stars. Treating you like a princess.

When your relationship became known to other people, especially those surrounding the gym and restaurant, people would warn you about how dangerous Bucky was, how he was to ruin your life, how bad he was for. You wanted to laugh out loud.

You had been on your own most of your life. You had known bad. You had seen bad. And Bucky was the farthest away from bad. The 6'1 "foot long muscular boxer made you feel safe. He made you feel loved and protected.

Yes, you were worlds different, but he had nothing to do with you. The sweet girl with colourful dresses next door. If he didn't want you, then he wouldn't be with you. So you didn't listen to people's words. You never let it affect.

You and Bucky were doing fine. So fine.

Until one day, you weren't.

You were storming to your apartment, Bucky following behind. You weren't going to have this conversation in front of anyone. You opened your apartment's door, throwing the keys aside.

"I'm still trying to understand why you're upset." Bucky was the first to start talking, closing the door.

You turned to him as you took off your shoes and cardigan, leaving you in your tank top and skirt.

"How would you feel if you saw a picture of me on social media with three men that you don't know at all, kissing my cheeks, when I told you I was at work."

You didn't expect the turn your day was taking when you decided to have a little break since business was slow today. You checked your phone and saw that Sam posted a story to his account. You pressed on it and regretted it immediately.

There was your boyfriend, surrounded by three very beautiful women, all laying kisses to his face. And he had a little smile on his face.

You could swear you heard the knife that went through your heart. Of course, you trusted Bucky. But this was too much. Too much for anyone. Too much for you.

"I was at work." Bucky tried to justify.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know your work as a boxer involved being showered with kisses by different women." Your voice almost broke. The anger and sadness running through your body mixed together.

You had no idea how to handle this. What to do?What to say? You were clueless. All you knew was that you hated how this picture made you feel.

"These are my friends. They were joking. They stopped by and stayed for a bit. They decided to joke around." Bucky didn't like the sight of you sad and angry. Because of him. He absolutely despised it.

"I swear to you, doll. There is nothing going on. They are just my friends." He added. When he saw that you still had doubts in your eyes, he walked towards you slowly.

"Okay, look." He said as he stayed a bit further from you than normal. He hated it so much, but he was trying to figure how to handle a situation when you were upset.

He brought his phone out, unlocking it and opening the story to see the picture. He had to admit the picture was questionable. If it was reserved, he would be very anrgy. He would've messed stuff up before trying to talk.

"This is Wanda. She is married to Vision. A nice British guy. This is Natasha. She had a sex only relationship with Steve until she met Bruce and fell in love with him. This is Yelena. She is asexual." Bucky explained to you as he pointed to each one in the picture.

"And they know I hate physical touch and affection. They thought it would be a funny way to mess me." You turned to look at Bucky as he talked.

"Except from you." He said quickly, pulling a small smile from you.

"It's all platonic. They are like sisters to me." Bucky let out a breath of relief when your face softened.

"I trust you, Bucky. But seeing this." You didn't know how to phrase your thoughts.

"I understand, doll. You had every right. I'm sorry." Bucky knew he was in the wrongs. Apologising seemed the right way to go.

Bucky was happy as he saw you nod your head as an acceptance of his apology. But his happiness was short lived as you spoke your next words.

"You know. All of this would have been avoided if you had introduced me to them."

"Not this again."

This was a topic you often found yourself disagreeing about. You felt you were going steady enough for you to meet the rest of his friends. You already met some of them. You got along very well with Sam and Steve. Along with the others who frequented the gym sometimes. How bad the rest could be? But Bucky turned the suggestion down immediately.

For Bucky, meeting the rest meant meeting the real him. The team knew him too well. They knew what he was capable of. What he could do. But they weren't so innocent either. They understood each other. That's what made them family.

You, on the other hand, didn't belong there. You were the sweet soul in his tortured world. You, who filled his days with your colours. You, who made him feel like a teenage boy with a crush. You, who guided him through the darkness. You, the sunshine of his life.

You had nothing to do near them. He was feeling guilty enough for being with you. You deserved better. But he chose to be selfish. He couldn't live without you. But that didn't mean tinting you more.

"Yes again and again. Until you tell me why you don't want me to meet them." You may be able to forgive the whole picture thing. But this, no. You needed answers.

"You have nothing in common. Why do you even want to meet them?" He knew why. Because you were so caring that you wanted to know everything about him. You wanted to be involved in the things he likes and loves. Because nobody cared about him like you.

"Because I should meet the people that my boyfriend spends most of his time with."

"And I said I don't want you to."

"Why? Are you ashamed of me or something?"

The question should have slowed things down, but it only made him more frustrated. You think he would be ashamed of you? Sometimes, he had to pinch himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming. That you were really his girl.

You weren't always thinking like this. However, when your boyfriend refuses to let you meet the people, he calls family, every single time. Your mind wonders.

"My god, that's what you think? That I'm ashamed of you. "

"Are you?"

"Of course not. How do you even think of this?"

"Then why are you so insistent that I never even have a chance to meet them?"

"Because I love you."

Silence filled the room for seconds. Both of you looking at each other.

"You love me?" The whisper left you as moved back towards Bucky.

"Yes, I love you. I'm so in love with you that I can't believe it sometimes. I'm so in love with you that I would give up my life for you in heartbeat."

"Which is why I don't want you to meet the others. This means letting you see that side of me. The boxer who beats people with no mercy. Who spills blood without looking back. And I can't."

"Bucky..."

"You won't look at me again. You won't want to be in the same room with me. You will run away."

"Bucky.."

"And I can't let you go. God knows I tried. I couldn't. You are the best thing in my life. I can't handle you hating me."

"Bucky.."

"So let me have this. The time I have with you before you realise the big mistake you're making. Before you realise you deserve a better man. Before you leave me..."

The feeling of your lips smashing against his wasn't something Bucky expecting. You kissed him with force. With purpose.

"Would you stop talking, please?" You said, your hands wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer to you.

"I love you, Bucky."

For this first time in his life, Bucky felt his heart drop from happiness. Nothing made him want to shed happy tear up to this moment.

"I love you so much that nothing can ever make me hate. Nothing you say or show me will change it. I love you."

"You are all I have, Bucky. Nobody ever made me feel so happy, safe, and appreciated. For me, this is forever. I want you to be my forever. So, don't ever think there's a part of you that I wouldn't love."

This time, it was Bucky who leaned to kiss you. The kiss was deep. He was trying to pour all his love for you into it. To tell you how nobody mattered like you.

He moved his hands to your hips, lifting you to wrap your legs around his waist, still kissing you.

"I love you. I love you so much, princess." Bucky spoke quickly, still trying to catch his breath.

"I love you too, Bucky." You tightened your arms around his neck, nuzzling into his neck, wrapping yourself around him while he laid kisses on your hair

There was nothing like this

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galatially · 2 years

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❝𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐲𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐛 ❞

“From womb to tomb, sperm to worm, Howlies ride on.”

𝑠𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑏𝑢𝑟𝑛

𝑔𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑒𝑛 ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑟

𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟

𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑒

𝑖 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢, 𝑑𝑜𝑛’𝑡 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑒

#galatially #howlies motorcycle club #howlies motorcycle club series #howlies mc series #howlies mc masterlist #bucky barnes #steve rogers #joaquín torres #thor odinson #sam wilson #biker!au

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bookboyfriendsficrecs · 2 months

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Bucky Barnes Fic Recs

SERIES:

Man and Wife by @shreddedparchment

Unwanted by @scoonsalicious

Needs and Wants by @ellemj

Appointments by @noctumbra

Playing with Fire by @sunriserose1023

Codename: Lazarus by @sagechanoafterdark

Two Sides of the Same Coin by @anonymityisfunwriter

The Right for You-niverse by @real-jane

365 Days by @world-of-aus

Just One Kiss by @sarahwroteathing

Beefy Roommate Universe by @navybrat817

Alone by @waiting4inspiration

@touchstarvedirl's masterlist (favorite series are I'll Take Care of It series, Special to Me series, Best Bad Luck series, Speechless series)

For the Love of the Game by @pellucid-constellations

@angrythingstarlight's entire masterlist - especially her beefy biker Bucky series!

In the Embers by @foreverindreamlandd

Spill It by @adrinktostopyourthirst

Guiding Light by @wkemeup

Sing for Me by @amandaoftherosemire

You're My Mission by @shreddedparchment

Safe With Me by @bitsandbobsandstuff

Looking for a Heartbeat by @justreadingfics

To Be Wanted by @foreverindreamlandd

It's A Deal by @justreadingfics

ONE-SHOTS:

Curiosity Killed the Cat by @queers-gambit

Goddess by @sweetbbarnes

Need You Like Water by @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

Cry Baby by @buckymorelikefuckme

Be(tter) in Reality with Me by @t-lostinworlds

A Little Push by @navybrat817

Win You Over by @grippingbeskar

Forget Me Not by @foreverindreamlandd

Body Talk by @boxofbonesfic

Be Still, My Indelible Love by @pellucid-constellations

Looped (again) by @softlyspector (companion fic "Looped" linked at beginning of story)

Through It All by @avecra

Preservation by @avecra

@touchstarvedirl (favs are Baby I F*ucking Love You, Can We Talk)

Deny (with love) My Labor by @divine-mistake

In the Right Hands by @loving-bucky-is-easier

#bucky barnes x reader #fic rec #masterlist #bucky barnes #james bucky barnes

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buckyshoneybunny · 2 months

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Beautiful

Bucky Barnes + Curvy!Female!Reader

Summary- Bucky proves to you that you are beautiful.

W.C.- 2623

Warnings- Fluff, tiny bit of angst(?), smut, 18+ Mdni! Oral (female), fingering, P in V sex, unprotected sex (don’t do that)

A/N- First time writing smut, hope you like it. This got a little personal 😬 but to all my fellow curvy + plus size girls you are beautiful 😘. I’m thinking of writing a series, with either Alpha, roommate, neighbor, or biker Bucky, I can’t pick. Any suggestions or ideas, I will gladly listen. Also, thank you so much for all the love on my first story!! Please don’t post or steal my work, feedback is welcome. Hope you enjoy!

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You took another deep, shaky breath as you studied your reflection for the hundredth time in the last five minutes. Tonight was the big night; you and Bucky were going to be taking the next step in your relationship. After many dates and late-night talks, you were finally ready to take the next step. Bucky, the ever so perfect guy he is, was patient with you, assured you that he was perfectly fine waiting until you were ready.

You and Bucky were making out on your couch, you straddling his lap, when you pulled away with a gasp. Bucky starts kissing down your neck, as his hands start to slide up your shirt you freeze.

Having noticed this, he immediately stops and pull back to look at you. “You okay, peach?” You look away.

He gently cups your face, his cold, metal hand soothing your burning cheeks. “Talk to me Babygirl, what’s wrong?”

You bite your lip. “I don’t think I’m ready yet,” you whisper. “I know I should have said something sooner instead of waiting until we’re both worked up but I-”

“Peach, breathe,” be cuts off your nervous ramble. He rearranges you both so that you’re not positioned over his bulge. “It’s okay, if you aren’t ready then we wait, okay?” He says softly.

You glance down at his lap feeling guilty. “But what about-”

“No, don’t worry about that. It’ll go away shortly. How about we cuddle and watch our show? I’m dying to see what happened to Angela,” he suggests.

You nod after a moment and hug him. “Thank you, Bucky,” you mumble into his neck.

“Anything for you, peach”

It wasn’t because you were a virgin or wanted to do things the ‘proper’ way, although you never told Bucky why, he guessed it was because of how insecure you are of your weight. Okay, yes, you were a little curvy, yes multiple guys had laughed at you when you tried to get their attention or looked at you in disgust whenever you tried to wear something that showed a little skin.

Yes, you were insecure about your weight, but that wasn’t the reason you wanted to wait. Bucky had made sure you knew he loved your curves, no matter how hard you tried to hide them. You often chose pants over shorts and never wore tank tops, but it wasn’t because of your weight- the team made sure you knew they loved you for you, you felt comfortable around them- no, it was because of your skin.

See, you weren’t one of those girls who had smooth, shiny skin, and that’s why you never showed off anything more than your arms. You had cellulite, bumps everywhere, and pimples in places you wished you didn’t. Not one spot on your body was smooth or clear, it didn’t matter where you shaved or moisturized, every time you slide your hands up your arms or down your legs it was bumpy. You tried everything under the sun but nothing helped, only few things made it a little better, you couldn’t even use your favorite scented lotions that often because it only made them worse. The tan on your skin helped hide it, but it was still there.

A ding from your phone pulled you back to the present, you picked it up and noticed Bucky had texted you.

💖My love- Hey, peach! I’m really excited for tonight, and since tonight is a very special night, I got you a little something (with the help of Nat of course), check your closet 😉.

You walk into your closet to see a long, white, plastic bag hung up with your other dresses. When you unzip it, you can’t help but gasp. The dress is a long, V-neck red satin dress with double slits. Phone in hand, you text him back.

You-This is gorgeous Buck, but I don’t know if it’ll look right on me.

💖My love-I know it’s way out of your comfort zone but believe me, you’ll be the sexiest woman to have ever existed, you already are but you’ll look even more gorgeous. You don’t have to wear it but I hope you do, see you soon, peach 😘.

Trusting Bucky, you decide to wear it. You put on some plum scented lotion, damn your skin- at least it’ll be soft-, and put the dress on. It fits perfectly, your tan hides your skins secrets and the dress hugs your curves, for once you actually feel sexy. You take your hair out of the French braids and spray on some watermelon scented perfume. Right as you finish putting on your heels, there’s a knock at the door. You grab your clutch and look at yourself in the mirror one last time. Taking a deep breath you open the door.

Bucky’s eyes widen as he takes you in, you do the same when you see him. He’s in a perfectly fitting suit that shows off his defined muscles, it’s cotton and black, he has a white button up under the jacket with a red tie.

“How do I look?’ You ask nervously. When he doesn’t answer you start to overthink.

“God damn,” he mumbles under his breath. His eyes sweep over your body again. “I don’t think I have ever wanted your thighs wrapped around my head more than I do now,” he says distractedly, staring at your thighs.

“Bucky!” You gasp and playfully smack his chest. He grins, grabbing your wrists, he puts them around his neck as his hands settle on your waist.

He chuckles. “Seriously though, you look absolutely gorgeous.” He kisses you then slides over to kiss your neck; he breathes in deeply and groans. “Mmm. You smell delicious,” he mumbles against your skin. He slides his hands up your sides.

“Cut it out, we’re gonna be late,” you giggle and move before his hands can reach the bare skin of your arms, avoiding his touch. He notices.

“Alright, alright, come on, peach.” He grins and leads you to the elevator, his hand in yours.

As the elevator closes, he asks, “When the hell did you get that tan?”

“When everyone was gone on that one mission.”

“Damn, I missed this gorgeous body half naked in the sun?” He playfully pouts.

You snort and shake your head.

Once you both get to the restaurant, the hostess takes you to your table. It’s the fancy Italian restaurant that takes months in advance to get a reservation.

As the waiter leaves with your orders you ask, “How did you get a table here? It takes months in advance.”

“Tony called in a few favors,” he grins. “I want tonight to be special,” he adds softly. His hand covers yours on the table. You smile at him and interlace your fingers together.

“How come you won’t let me touch you?” He blurts out.

You give him a confused look, “What do you mean? You’re touching me right now.”

“No, I mean, you won’t let me touch your bare skin. At first, I thought maybe you had scars or something, that maybe that’s way you never wear shorts. But seeing you tonight, in that dress, I can’t fathom why you would hide your body.” He pauses for a moment. “Is it because of me?” He whispers, you can see the vulnerability in his eyes.

You quickly cup his face, “God no Bucky” You take a deep breath. “It’s just...” you trail off, unsure of how to put it.

“What, peach? Please, tell me. I understand you wanting to wait for this long, I respect that, but every time we kissed or got a little handsy I could see that you wanted to keep going but you always stopped.”

You sigh. “Part of it is my weight-” he goes to cut you off but you keep going. “But you’ve helped me feel more confident in my weight, but the insecurities are still there. The main reason is my skin...”

“Your skin?” He deadpans.

“The bumps everywhere, cellulite, and pimples everywhere Bucky. I don’t have that smooth clear skin like Wanda or Nat. That’s what I’m afraid of, that you’ll see the marks, feel the bumps on my legs, stomach, hell even my ass. That you’ll see the pimples in places that shouldn’t have any and you’ll break up with me or be disgusted,” you rant.

“Okay, Y/N, deep breath. First of all, if I ever look at you in disgust, HYDRA must’ve taken over me. I love you and a few bumps and pimples won’t change that.” He holds your hands in his.

“It’s more than just a few Bucky.” He narrows his eyes as he studies you. The waiter brings your food, Bucky starts to shovel the food into his mouth.

“Eat,” he says around a mouthful of garlic bread. “I need to get you home to prove to you how beautiful you are.”

Once you both are done, he pays and all but drags you out to the car. He pushes you up against the side of the car, smashing his lips to yours.

“If you’ll let me, I want to show you how much I love you and this body.” He says breathlessly. “Please,” he adds, almost whining. You nod.

On the drive back, you get a burst of confidence. You glance over at Bucky, he’s tense, barely maintaining the speed limit, desperate to get home. You look down and see a very large, very noticeable bulge. Fuck he looks huge.

You reach over and place your hand on his thigh, slowly sliding it up. Bucky glances at you from the corner of his eye. “Peach,” he warns. You cup his bulge and he inhales sharply. You trace your finger over him, teasing. You cup him again and squeeze, right as he stops for a red light. He groans and bucks his hip up into your hand, his reaction sending a shoot of arousal through you.

Once you finally reach the tower, he drags you to his room, once inside he shoves you against the door and devours you mouth with his. He spins you around and grabs the zipper of the dress.

“You sure you’re ready, peach?” You nod. “I need words baby,” he whispers against your neck.

“Yes Bucky, I’m ready.” He, painfully slow, pulls the zipper down. The dress pools at your feet, he turns you back around.

His knees almost buckle. You’re standing there in nothing but a baby pink lingerie set and black heels. “Fuck peach,” he moans. He drops to his knees and kisses your stomach. “These curves” he grips your hips, “This ass,” his hands move to squeeze your ass, bordering painful. “This body, baby, I’m never letting you keep it from me again.” His kisses his way down your stomach. “You many have bumps and pimples, and cellulite, but that just add to the uniqueness of the gorgeous body. Y/N, baby, you are perfect, so fucking sexy, just looking at you I could cum in my pants.” He throws your right leg over his shoulder.

“Bucky,” you whimper. He noses your panty covered clit, inhaling deeply.

“Fuck, you smell so good.” He pauses, “Do you have plum scented lotion on?”

“Yeah...” You answer hesitantly.

He shoves his nose in the crease of your thigh. “Fuck, I didn’t know they made that,” he groans.

“You like it?” You giggle.

“I fucking love it, peach.” He licks your cloth covered core, making you moan. He pulls your panties to the side and growls. “This has got to be the prettiest pussy I have ever seen Babygirl.” That’s the only warning you get before he’s eating you out like a starved man.

He swirls his tongue around your clit before sucking it into his mouth. He brings his metal hand up and slowly inserts his pointer finger. You buck against his face, you lace your fingers through his hair, him being the only thing keeping you upright.

“Fuck you taste so good, so fucking tight,” he moans into your pussy, sending vibrations through you. He slowly adds a second finger, then a third. Curling them to hit that spongy spot, making you see stars.

“I-I’m close... Please don’t stop Bucky,” you moan.

“Wouldn’t dream on it Babygirl, cum for me.”

You go limp against the door as you cum, gripping his hair tighter, almost to the point of painful, but it only makes him harder. He continues to fuck you with his fingers, helping you ride out your high. Once you come down, he pulls away and stands up. You yank him down by his tie, crashing your lips to his, moaning at your taste on his tongue.

“How ya feeling, peach?” He whispers against your lips.

“I want you inside me, now,” you answer.

He chuckles, “Yes ma’am.” He quickly sheds the rest of your clothes and shoves you on his bed, not before smothering your chest in open mouthed kisses though. You lean up on your elbows to watch him undress, gasping as his cock springs free from his boxers.

“Don’t worry, it’ll fit,” he winks and joins you on the bed. Siting on his haunches, he wraps your legs around his waist and shoves his knees under your thighs. He rubs the head of his cock through your folds, teasing you.

“Bucky please,” you whine.

“I like the sound of you begging,” his voice deep and rough. In one smooth motion he enters you. You gasp and he moans once he’s fully sheathed inside you.

“Fuck you’re so big,” you moan and dig your nails into his back. He stays still, letting you adjust. When you buck your hips up to let him know you're ready, he just groans and buries his face in your neck.

“Fuck, give me a minute,” he mumbles, already pussy drunk.

You giggle and card your fingers through his hair. After a second, he pulls almost all the way out and sets a punishing pace.

“God damn you’re tight, almost made me cum like a horny teenager.” You moan at his words. With atilt of his hips, the tip of his cock pounds into your g-spot.

“James!” You moan, nails dragging down his back.

He shivers. “Fuck, say my name again.”

“James harder! I’m gonna cum, James, please let me cum.” You whine in his ear.

He groans and fucks you harder. “Cum for me baby, cum all over my cock like a good girl.”

Your thighs squeeze his hips. Back arching, head thrown back, nails digging into his sides you cum, squirting all over his cock.

“Holy shit,” he moans as he watches you. He continues to fuck you through your orgasm, just barely hold his off. His thrusts grow sloppy. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum baby, where do you want it?”

You lock your ankles on his lower back, your hands grip his ass, nails digging into the plump flesh. “Inside, please, James, I want your cum in me”

“Fuck! Y/N!” He roars as he cums. He buries himself as deep as he can as ropes of cum shoot into you. He collapses onto of you, panting. You rub his back and scratch at his scalp as you both catch your breath; he places open mouthed kisses on your neck. He sucks a hickey on your neck, you shiver.

“Believe me now when is say you’re gorgeous?” He picks his head up to look at you.

You lean your forehead against his, “I don’t know, I think I might need some more convincing.” He grins, already getting hard again thanks to the serum.

“My pleasure.” It was going to be a looong night.

Needless to say, you were much more confident in your looks after that.

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