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Recommendations 💖

I've been wanting to do something with recommendations for ages now, but there's just too many to even know where to begin! Here's a chaos list of past and present faves 🥰

Completed fics

Undisclosed by @pellucid-constellations

Pairing: Lumberjack!Bucky x Reader

Summary: 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. 

Lumpy and Bunny masterlist by @sweetdreamsbuck

Pairing: beefy lumberjack!bucky x f!reader

Summary: Bucky's never been so scared of a feeling in his life. there are too many what if's– too many fears bubbling deep within the parts of him left broken and hollow, untouched for far too long. but he never envisioned finding you– and he's entirely too impatient; entirely too certain no one's ever been more infatuated with something than how he feels for you.

Sweet and Sour by @sashaisready

Pairing: Bucky Barnes Mob AU x Femme Reader

Summary: You're hard at work in Pepper's Bakery when notorious mob boss James 'Bucky' Barnes darkens your doorway one typical afternoon, and life is never the same again.

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Under the Radar by @sashaisready

Pairing: Nick Fowler x reader

Summary: Reader is a brilliant but shy and awkward CIA employee whose work is often overlooked by her colleagues…she’s blended into the background for so long that she doesn’t think there’s any other way - even if she does have secret aspirations for another life. Unbeknownst to her - a certain blue eyed agent is very aware of her talents, even if nobody else is.

The Thrill of the Hunt by @rookthorne

Pairing: Scare Actor!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

The ancient game of cat and mouse, a fight for survival between a predator and their prey, wasn’t a new phenomenon – it had been practised for centuries and it was an art that very, very few perfected. For years you had chased the craving to find someone that had mastered the art of the hunt, and for Halloween, you had gone all out and visited a haven unlike any other.  It was there that you found your match.  Cloaked in nothing but black and shrouded in a sense of lethality, you would have to run from this shadow in an adrenaline fuel haze unlike any other. A chase for the ages, the very one you desired.  And if he caught you, your world would end as you knew it.

The Lookout by @mymoonagedaydream

Pairing: ParkRanger!Bucky x y/n

Summary: It was amazing, really, how quickly one person managed to turn your dream job into a living nightmare.

Operation get Mr Bucky and Momma together by @golden-barnes

Paring: Beefy and Teacher! Bucky x milf! reader Summary: Bucky doesn't play favorites but Amaya is definitely his favorite, especially because her mom is hot.. Cue a 6-year-old trying to get Bucky to be her dad.

Worst Idea Ever by @firefly-in-darkness

Pairing: Y/N & Bucky Barnes, Other Marvel Characters.

Summary: Wedding Season is brutal as it is but throw in two friends that decide to be each other’s plus ones and a mixed bag of feelings, what's the worst that could happen?

Classylo's masterlist

home for the holidays by @classylo

When your family begs you to come home for the holidays and to bring the new guy you’ve been seeing, you don’t have the heart to tell them your good-for-nothing-ex cheated on you… good thing your roommate is available and will do absolutely anything you ask.

should've been you by @classylo

He was supposed to meet you at the game. He was supposed to be the one you went on a date with. He was the one you were supposed to fall in love with. Yet, here you are three years into a relationship with another… it should’ve been him, not his best friend.

Moral of the Story by @justkending

Summary: From childhood friends, to highschool sweethearts, the two naive, young, and lovestruck teens decided the best way to keep a strong relationship during college would be to marry right out of highschool. No one batted an eye at the idea as everyone knew they were soulmates. However, college is a big step in a person’s life. You learn new things about yourself, you make new friends, find new hobbies… And maybe being newly weds and going to different colleges across the states wasn’t the best plan… After a falling out, a tragic and heartbreaking divorce, the two now despise the other for how the whole thing was handled. Neither not really knowing both sides of the story. 10 years later, and they both get a call from the lawyers office that settled their divorce. Somehow the papers never went through and the divorce was never completed. So now, the exes, or should we say husband and wife, have to meet back up after all these years to settle their failed marriage once and for all.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Everest by @justkending

Summary: She was done and retired. After Thanos and the battle of a lifetime, she called it quits and distanced herself from the Avenger lifestyle. But word finds her that someone from her past is in danger. What the journey entails was never one she wanted to face nor one she saw becoming her reality again. The rollercoaster that comes with fighting evil odds arrives on her doorstep, not leaving much room for a no… Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Coming in Hot by @nexusnyx

When your best friend Sarah recommends you a mechanic of her brother’s trust, all you can think about and pray to is that he doesn’t rip you off. Your car is your prized possession and amidst all the worry and concern of your medical studies, drowning in even more debt sounds as suffocating as it would be. Of course, you never thought of the possibility of the mechanic being the problem. A hot, polite, gentle, and silent-type of problem. Drowning in debt would be easier to navigate than the blue of Bucky Barnes’s eyes.

Pairing: Mechanic Bucky x Reader

Though I Have Never Read by @tuiccim

Pairing: Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader Summary: You had run away from all of your problems and found solitude in a cabin in the middle of nowhere. When a storm blows in, it drags a man with a metal arm through your door. Offering shelter, you spend one night together before he disappears. Years later, you find yourselves together again but does he remember that night or you at all?

Blink Twice by @simmerandwrite

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: It was just an undetermined amount of time in a safehouse with a stranger: Bucky “I didn’t come here to make friends” Barnes himself. Would it really be all that different from your lonely life with your cat in the city? Bucky was basically a cat, anyway. He was quiet on his feet, only really made noise when it was dinner time, and you both seemed to just coexist without acknowledging each other. His mandate was to keep you safe. What could go wrong?

teach me how to love by @buckyismybicycle

Pairing: DAD!BUCKY X TEACHER!READER

Natasha leaves behind her precious daughter, Yelena, and with her dying breath asks Bucky to look after her.

Sweet by @noceurous

summary: it was something cliche but your fuck buddy fell for you nonetheless, even though you swore you would never do relationships again. But rules are meant to be broken.

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

summary: 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.

Grow Old With Me by @sonderosa

Part 1 & Part 2

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

...you could wait fifty years if he asked it of you. You’d promised him that, and he’d smiled and kissed you, told you that in fifty years he wanted to be old with you, sitting on a porch in rocking chairs and watching the sunset. You wanted that, too; it was a beautiful dream.

Sweeter Than Honey by @foreverindreamlandd

Pairing: Mechanic!Bucky x Fem!Personal Assistant!Reader Summary: It's your first international trip working for bestselling author Tony Stark as his new personal assistant, and you're desperate to prove yourself worthy of such an incredible opportunity. But when things start to go wrong whilst staying in Dublin, and suddenly you're stuck in the middle of the Wicklow Mountains with a flat tire, you're convinced that you'll be fired before the day is over. Luckily, a handsome, blue-eyed mechanic with an accent that makes your insides melt comes just in time to save the day.

Their other series are also *chefs kiss* -> go read the rest of @foreverindreamlandd's series

Ongoing

Honey Girl by @violentdelightsandviolentends

Pairing: Dad'sBestFriend!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader - soulmate au

Summary: The Universe shows you your soulmate when it feels like you need them most. When you least expect it, you're given yours - Bucky Barnes. Your Dad's best friend. You can try to refuse it all you like; but the universe wants what it wants. There's no denying fate.

After all those years by @ziawbarnes

Pairing: AU Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: Peggy and Steve's wedding in Mexico takes an unexpected turn when you and Bucky, who initially couldn't attend, end up joining the celebration. With no available rooms, Bucky becomes your roommate for ten days, leading to unexpected adventures and new connections.

Fresh Start by @nicoline1998enilocin (on hiatus but I love)

Pairing: Teacher!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Summary: In this universe you can explore the story between Bucky Barnes as a middle school teacher, and Y/N with her son Luca. They just moved to the other side of the country, and have decided to completely start over their lives. On the first day at his new school, Luca quickly befriends his new teacher, and Y/N can't help but take a liking to him as well.

A Past Encounter by @majesty-madness

Summary: Being in a relationship with Bucky, Y/N prided herself on knowing him quite well but when she’s accidentally teleported back to the 1940's, Y/N discovers that there is a whole other Bucky that she has yet to meet. The sweet flirt that had everything going for him before his unfortunate capture by HYDRA.

Neighbors by @writerlyhabits

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader

Summary: You get to know your neighbor across the hall, James.

Unexpected by @repressedqueen

Paring: SexWorker!Bucky x reader

Summary: After a crazy night out celebrating your birthday, somehow you ended up outside a brothel debating on whether it was time for you to finally have sex or not.

My Little Love by @crazyunsexycool

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Enhanced Fem! Reader

Dr. Feelgood by @endless-summer-soldier

pairing: Surgeon!Bucky x SurgicalIntern!Reader

summary: Y/N has a one night stand with a handsome stranger the night before starting her new job as a surgical intern. Little does she know, the handsome stranger also happens to be her new boss

Untitled Single Dad!Bucky Fic by @angie-likes-to-art

Pairing: Teacher!Reader x Single Dad!Bucky

Summary: You made a promise to yourself to not sleep with any parents before starting teaching, little did you know the guy you slept with two days before is the dad of your cutest student.

Too much love to choose from, here's some creators with masterlists you need to check out! ❤️‍🔥

@jobean12-blog

@navybrat817

@coffeecatsandcandles

@metalbuckaroo

@wkemeup

@nickfowlerrr

I love and appreciate all of you 💕 thank you for all your hard work 🥰

(Dividers by saradika)

Happy Reading!

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Everybody.

Do yourself a favor and….

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Please and thank you

Against All Odds

An arranged marriage with duke's illegitimate son!bucky

Summary: In a medieval kingdom where magic and political intrigue are woven into the fabric of society, Y/N, the youngest daughter of a noble Earl family, finds herself in an arranged marriage to James Buchanan Barnes, the illegitimate son of the Duke. Known as the Winter Soldier, Bucky's reputation as a monster in war had instilled anxiety into Y/N's heart. But that fear quickly begins to crumble when she discovers that her husband is not the brutal figure society depicts him to be.

Navigation: Part I | Part II | Part III (end)

Words: 8.1k++

Pairing: duke's illegitimate son!bucky x noble!female!reader

Warnings: fantasy/medieval au, i did not write this with much knowledge of fantasy nor medieval lore. I write it solely for plot and the couple dynamic lmao. if you're expecting full blown fantasy novel; this ain't it, man. anyways, 18+ contents, no minors allowed, nsfw, cunnilingus, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, loss of virginity, praise kink, breeding kink (if you squint), marking kink (i think), soft fluffy smut, a wee bit of dirty talk. soft!reader and even softer!bucky. (idk what else, so tell me if there's something i miss.)

P/S: This is the fic for an idea I had earlier this year. The first chapter will only cover the original post but what happens next is something you will need to look forward on the upcoming chapters. Enjoy your read!

Read my other works here: Masterlist

Y/N stood in front of the grand mirror in her chamber, her reflection staring back at her with wide, fearful eyes. The delicate lace of her wedding dress was the opposite of the twisting anxiety in her stomach. Today, she was to marry James Buchanan Barnes, the illegitimate son of the Duke of the kingdom, a man labelled to be more beast than human.

He was known as the Winter Soldier, a title whispered with both fear and awe. Tales of his gruesome feats in battle, his merciless brutality, and his cold, metal arm was deemed as a horror story for the children in the kingdom. People spoke of him as a monstrous weapon, a beast moulded by the Emperor to do his bidding without question or hesitation. 

Y/N had heard the stories many times before; and it has always been a hushed conversation that floats around whether a ballroom of a gala, or at the tables of the garden parties, sometimes even in between the racks of books in the library. T

hey always painted a picture of a man who lived only for war, devoid of humanity.

She couldn't help but let these tales feed her imagination. What kind of man was he truly? Did he revel in the violence, or was he a prisoner to his fate? Y/N shuddered at the thought, her heart heavy with fear and uncertainty.

Her father, the Earl, had made it clear why she needed to marry him. It was a political manoeuvre, a strategic alliance to strengthen their family's position. The duke, Bucky's father, wielded considerable power, and their union would bring the Earl closer to the heart of the kingdom's influence. 

And when he heard that the duke was looking for a wife for his bastard son, he knew that she would be perfect. That was when Y/N, the youngest daughter, became the pawn in this game. Her father's ambitions certainly outweighed any consideration for her feelings or desires.

Y/N had always longed for a marriage of love, a dream she clung to despite her circumstances. She was a hopeless romantic through and through; much like her late mother. She remembered the nights when her mother would read to her and her siblings, spinning tales of prince charming and valiant heroes.

The fire crackled warmly in the hearth as her mother’s soothing voice filled the room. Y/N and her siblings, her older brother Eric and sister Clara, lay tucked under blankets, their eyes wide with wonder.

"And then the prince, with a heart full of love, swept the princess into his arms, vowing to protect her forever," her mother read, her voice a melodic whisper.

Y/N, her eyes sparkling with innocence, declared, "When I grow up, I want to marry a prince charming too!"

Clara, ever the practical one, nodded in agreement. "Me too! He has to be brave and kind."

Eric, being a little boy, scrunched his nose in distaste. "I don’t want to get married. I want to be a knight!"

Their mother chuckled softly, brushing a strand of hair from Y/N’s forehead. "It does not matter if he is a prince charming or a humble knight. As long as you marry the one you love, that is what truly matters."

Y/N's heart ached at the memory. How she wished her mother were still here to guide her through this terrifying day. The gentle knock on the door brought her back to the present.

"Lady Y/N, it’s time," one of the maids said softly.

Y/N took a long and deep breath, smoothing down the fabric of her dress. She followed the maid down the corridor, her mind a swirl of emotions. Reaching the grand doors of the church, her father waited for her.

"Remember, Y/N," he said, his voice stern. "Do not mess this up. Just endure it. And you'll be fine. This is the most useful you can be to our family."

Her heart sank further; yet she nodded obediently.

Compared to Y/N, her elder brother, a celebrated swordsman, and her sister, a master in the art of business, had always outshone her in their father's eyes. Y/N's talent with languages; ancient and modern – was seen as a useless skill, something that brought no tangible benefit to the family. 

Her father had never been cruel when she was younger but everything changed when her mother died. In fact, everyone in the family had lost a piece of their soul when she left. Now, his lack of affection only increases the number of scars on her heart.

The doors opened, revealing the crowds of high-ranking nobles; who were mostly strangers – staring at her. Some were judging her; some pitied her. She reminded herself that she was doing this for her family, for the greater good. But the little girl inside her who dreamed of prince charming certainly felt a pang of sorrow.

As she walked down the aisle, her legs trembled, and her hands shook so violently that she had to clasp them together to steady herself. From afar, she saw the silhouette of the man she was destined to marry. His tall and huge figure stood out compared to anyone in the hall. As she got closer, she kept her gaze fixed on the floor, too afraid to look up at her husband-to-be.

When she finally reached the altar, the priest began the ceremony. His speech was long and dragging, giving Y/N too much time to entertain her growing curiosity that she dared to glance up at the man next to her. Even from behind the veil, she could see his towering and broad-shouldered build, his presence commanding the room. His long hair was slightly untamed, and a scruffy beard framed his face. His metal hand, glinting in the sun that leaked through the church’s windows, was a jarring reminder of the rumors that surrounded him.

There were no heartfelt vows to recite to each other; only their promise of "I do" was exchanged. And that was the first time Y/N heard his voice. It was deep and resonant, sending a shiver down her spine; but there was a certain warmth in it that contrasted sharply with his fearsome reputation.

When the priest announced their union and Bucky lifted her veil, Y/N was struck by the unexpected gentleness in his eyes. They were a brilliant, mesmerizing blue, and for a moment, she forgot to breathe. Bucky's eyes softened as he looked at her, his gaze tender and almost reverent. Slowly, he placed one hand gently around her waist, pulling her slightly closer. His other hand came up to cup her cheek, his touch surprisingly gentle against her skin.

Y/N's heart pounded in her chest as he leaned in, her breath catching in her throat. When his lips met hers, they were soft, warm, and so unexpected. She could smell his cologne; an earthy, woodsy scent mixed with a hint of something fruity; like peaches or tangerines. It made her head spin and her heart jumped all at the same time. 

The kiss was gentle and unhurried, very much differs to the forceful gesture she had feared. As he pulled away, Y/N found herself blinking slowly, her cheeks flushed and her fear momentarily replaced by confusion and a surprising awe. She was caught off guard by the tenderness of his touch, the way his lips had brushed against hers so gently.

Could the rumors about him be wrong?

"I’m sorry if I startled you," he said, his voice low and gentle. "I hope I didn’t scare you, my dear."

Y/N blinked slowly, trying to process the sudden shift in her emotions. The fear that had gripped her so tightly seemed to dissipate, replaced by a confusing mix of relief and intrigue. Her hands, which had been trembling, now rested at her sides, feeling strangely steady. Her eyes met his, and she could see softness in his gaze that contradicted the harsh rumors she had heard.

“I—no, you didn’t scare me,” she managed to say; her voice barely more than a whisper. She took a deep breath, her cheeks getting warmer as she processed the endearment he just called her. On the other hand, her mind was racing as she tried to reconcile the man in front of her with the fearsome figure of the Winter Soldier.

Bucky’s eyes mellowed even further, his gaze glazed with a tenderness that seemed to pierce through the weight of the room. A warm smile spread across his face, and he held her gaze with a comforting assurance.

“Good,” he said, his voice carrying a gentle affection. “I’m glad to hear that.”

The reception that followed was a blur of faces and polite conversation. Y/N moved through the crowd, accepting congratulations and well-wishes, but her mind was elsewhere. She couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to Bucky than the rumors suggested. Every time she caught his eye, he gave her a small, reassuring smile that made the butterflies inside of her go wild.

As the evening drew to a close, they were escorted to one of the Emperor’s palaces, a grand and opulent residence that was to serve as their temporary home before they traveled north to Bucky’s territory. The palace, with its lavish furnishings and golden accents, seemed to mock the uncertainty Y/N felt. She had been assigned a chamber to prepare for the night, and the palace maids were bustling around her, helping her into a set of elaborate, far-from-modest lingerie.

The palace’s maids’ whispers and side glances did nothing to ease her growing anxiety. Their condescending tones and occasional snickers were laced with cruel speculation about how roughly Bucky would treat her. The more Y/N overheard, the more her apprehension grew. Despite the gentleness Bucky had shown her earlier, she found herself doubting its sincerity.

Could he really be the caring husband he appeared to be, or was it all just an elaborate show?

The maids finally left, their laughter fading down the hallway, leaving Y/N alone in the grand chamber. Her heart raced, and cold sweat formed at her brow as she sat quietly on the edge of the ornate bed. She kept her gaze firmly on the floor, her hands fidgeting in her lap. The room felt enormous, its sheer size heightening her sense of isolation and dread.

The door creaked open, and Bucky entered the room. Y/N’s heart nearly stopped as she heard the heavy, measured footsteps approaching. She couldn’t bring herself to look up, her body tense and her mind a swirl of panic and unease. She almost held her breath entire when she felt the slight indentation of the mattress beside her.

“Y/N,” Bucky’s voice was soft and coaxing, a distinct difference to the coldness she was expecting. “Look at me.” He continued. She hesitated momentarily; torn between obeying and disobeying but ultimately decided to raise her eyes to meet his.

The sight of him; his upper body bare, revealing a tapestry of scars and the stark metal of his prosthetic arm; made her breath hitch. Her eyes traced the lines of his faded wound, particularly the jagged marks where his shoulder met his metal arm. She couldn’t help but feel a pang of sorrow and concern. Her fingers, almost of their own accord, reached out to trace the contours of his chest and shoulder.

Bucky let the innocence of her touch to trace the most tainted parts of him; however noting her trembling eyes, he misunderstood her apprehension. “I want you to know, Y/N,” he said, his voice firm yet gentle, “that I will never hurt you. You are safe with me.”

Y/N shook her head, her heart aching. She felt an unexplainable pain growing in her chest as she gazed at him. Her fingers still lightly touching his scars; her eyes, full of unshed tears, silently asked a question she was too afraid to voice. “Does it still hurt?” she wanted to ask, her expression betraying her concern.

Bucky’s eyes sparkled with affection, and he took her hand in his, holding it tenderly against his chest. “Don't worry. It does not hurt anymore,” he said with a reassuring smile. 

The connection between them was electric, charged with a deep, unspoken understanding. Bucky’s gaze was steady and filled with a depth of unspoken emotion that took Y/N’s breath away. “I know this is difficult for you, Y/N,” he said, his voice laden with sincerity. “But I promise, I will do everything in my power to make you happy.”

His words and the way he looked at her left Y/N feeling both comforted and overwhelmed. For the first time since their wedding, she felt a genuine, flickering hope that maybe, just maybe, their marriage could become something more than a mere political arrangement. Bucky’s assurances, his gentleness, and the tenderness in his eyes began to dissolve the fears she had harboured since the beginning of their union.

As they sat there, the weight of the night’s expectations seemed to lift, replaced by a fragile but growing trust. Y/N had entered this marriage with a sense of duty, convinced that she would have to endure the consummation of their union as a matter of obligation. But Bucky’s tenderness, his understanding, and the sincere reassurance he had given her began to change her perspective.

The idea of fulfilling her marital duty had initially felt like a burden she had to bear. She had steeled herself to face it with resignation, convinced that it was merely another part of her role in this arranged marriage. But now, she found herself reconsidering. The idea of being with him no longer felt like an obligation but a possibility of something more profound and intimate.

Y/N hands softly toyed with the delicate strings of her sheer lingerie, pulling it softly as her doe eyes signalled her husband of her intention. Bucky, sensing the shift in her demeanor, looked into her eyes with a mixture of concern and affection. “Are you sure, my dear?” he asked softly. “I want you to feel safe with me and not afraid of me.”

Y/N’s heart fluttered as she met his gaze, her own eyes reflecting the depth of her emotions. “I am,” she said with quiet conviction. “I feel safe with you, James”

Bucky's hand naturally went to brush her hair behind her ear, “It’s Bucky, my dear,” he corrected softly.

“Hmm?” she asked, slightly puzzled.

He chuckled warmly. “You can call me Bucky from now on. It’s a nickname only a selected few who I trust and love knows.” Her eyes sparkled at his choice words; trust and love.

“Bucky…” she tested the name on her tongue, the syllables feeling strangely intimate. Upon hearing his name from her lips, Bucky’s heart swelled, almost bursting from his ribcage. He hummed in approval, “That's right, my dear. I’m your Bucky.” 

His reassuring smile grew wider, his calloused thumb gently stroke her cheek causing a shiver to strum all over her nerves; sending an emerging desire. One she had not fully acknowledged until now. The way he looked at her, the pure and raw endearment in his eyes, and the softness of his touch stirred something deep within her.

As the moments passed, Y/N realised she wanted this. She wanted to feel his lips on hers, to explore the warmth of his hands, to connect with him on a level she had longed for. The yearning for his touch, which had been dormant under layers of fear and uncertainty, now surged forward with undeniable intensity.

Without fully understanding why, Y/N found herself leaning closer to him, her breath coming in soft, eager gasps. She whispered, her voice barely audible but full of longing, “Bucky, please.”

Bucky’s expression softened, and a tender light filled his blue eyes, “May I?” he asked, his voice low and gentle as he held out his hand. There a shy hesitation before she finally placed her hand in his.

With a gentle but firm pull, Bucky lifted her onto his lap, his careful hands beginning the process of undressing her. Each movement was full of care, yet almost deliberate, as he slowly removed her dress, leaving her in nothing but the flimsy lace piece covering the sacred area between her thighs.

Bucky's eyes roamed over her bare skin, admiration clear in his gaze. Y/N could feel the heat of his gaze, the way his eyes traced every curve and contour of her body. The intensity of it made her feel both vulnerable and cherished, a potent combination that sent pleasurable shivers all over her body.

Seeing the hunger in his blue eyes, she felt the warmth of his body and caught the scent of him; the same once she noticed at the church; warm and comforting. Her breath quickened, and she found herself unsure of what to do or where to place her hands, feeling like a deer caught in headlights.

Noticing the subtle panic, Bucky reached for her hands and guided them through the thick strands of his long hair. “You can touch me as you please, my dear,” he whispered, his voice soothing as he reassured her. He leaned in to kiss her bare shoulder, then moved up to her neck, along her jaw, leaving a trail of warmth on her skin.

Y/N’s fingers tangled in his hair, the softness surprising her. The intimacy of the moment, combined with his gentle kisses, began to dissolve the last remnants of her anxiety. The feel of his lips on her skin was electrifying, each kiss sending waves of sensation she never felt before.

Bucky’s hands, still careful and tender, caressed her back, drawing her closer to him. Her breath hitched as he kissed the valley of her breasts; soft gasps escaping her lips as Bucky begins to lick and sucked on her delicate skin; likely trying to mark his claim on her. 

Every touch and little kisses he left sent shivers straight to her already dripping core. And by the time his lips grazed her nipple, her body jerked forward; in response, unintentionally dragging her aching pussy against his thick thigh.

His lips latched around her right nipples as he licks and sucks the hardening skin; lapping at it as if he was feeding from her. The sensation was overwhelming, yet she found herself leaning into his touch, her body responding to his gentle ministrations. The grip on his hair grew tighter as the strings of moans poured out her lips.

Bucky’s large hands find their place on her hips, guiding her to gently rut on his thigh. Trusting him, she followed his lead as he continue to grind her clit through the thin fabric she was wearing; introducing the sweet friction in on her core. Bucky pulled back slightly to look into her eyes, his expression filled with a mixture of subtle affection and desire. “You’re doing wonderfully, my dear. Can feel your pussy leaking on me. Do you feel good?” he murmured as he dipped back to kiss her neck.

Oh, he was filthy with his choice of words but surprisingly she was not mad about it. In fact she didn’t even notice the whimpers purring in her throat upon hearing those sinful words.

It was as if Bucky recognized that needy sound she made; it caused a smile to spread on his lips. She can feel it grow against the skin in between her breasts, “My my, is my sweet wife feeling needy right now?” he teased playfully as he effortlessly lifted her up and laid her down on their bed. 

Placing himself in between her soft thighs, his lustful gaze trained on her naked body; he admired the marks he has left on her breasts, the wet patch on the flimsy fabric covering her cunt, and the way her breath shuddered when he teasingly grind his harden cock against her.

Y/N can feel the contrast of his hands on her thigh, one warm, one cold. Her eyes drew her attention from his hands to his gorgeous face. Oh, the pure unfiltered lust in his eyes was pulling her in so effortlessly; seducing her to submit her body and soul to him completely. Shying away from his stare, she dragged her view down to his chiselled jaw, his broad chest then slowly to his beautiful abs. 

She admired his body as much as he did of hers.

But what was more prominent out of all, was the way she could feel his erection throbbing against her heat. Blood went rushing towards her face when Bucky guided her hips against the confinement of his cock, which in response; causing her hands naturally found their way to cover her face in embarrassment.

A deep chuckle bubbled from Bucky’s throat; he found her reaction to be absolutely endearing. He leaned down towards her, one hand holding himself up and another tenderly pulling her hands away, then drawing it close to his chest, right against his beating heart. 

Having nowhere to run, Y/N’s teary eyes drowned in his ocean blues, “Don’t hide from me, dearest.” He peppered a delicate kiss on her forehead, then on her nose, then on her cheek. She could feel the prickly sensation of his beard grazing on her skin. It was ticklish and a little bit painful and yet weirdly enough, it felt good that it naturally made her want to nuzzle it more.

But before she could, Bucky’s lips were already making their way down to her stomach. Her body responds to how soft his lips trailing down; and further down until she could feel them on her clothed core. A surprised yelp fell from her lips as he tore the last piece of clothing from her.

“Now, hands away from your face, my dear. I want to see that beautiful eyes of yours when I eat your sweet pussy.” his voice was honeyed when he made himself comfortable in between her thighs. His hands reached upwards to intertwine both of her hands with his own; acting as a restraint to restrict her from covering her face.

Y/N almost sat up upon hearing his words, “Eat what now?”, the question she had in mind was unable to be vocalised; due to her confusion. Prior to marriage, she had learned about sex and its purpose in her marital studies. Unbeknownst to her, the knowledge she had was few and limited for academic purposes only. Which means there were only the few illustrations of penetration depicted in books and the process of how children are bred as a result of it.

So what does he mean when he said those words? While she was still lost and confused, Bucky on the other hand was in his own world; completely and utterly transfixed on the glistening need of her cunt. She was dripping wet; the juices covering her slits perfectly; her scent was intoxicating and if it weren’t for the fact that this is her first time, Bucky would’ve ate her like a man starved of touch. But, he can’t do that. Not tonight. He wanted to be gentle; to cherish her, to love on her.

Seeing the darkened clouds in his eyes as he stared at her private, Y/N braved herself to ask, “What are you– ohh hmmm” her sentence ended up transforming into a toe curling moan as she felt Bucky’s wet tongue flattened across her weeping core. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as he dragged her clit into his mouth and sucked. He strummed her clit with his tongue, causing her to arch her back and he took the opportunity to push his face further into her cunt; licking and sucking quite the literal soul out her.

It felt amazing but her self-consciousness won the battle in her head, she let out a whimpering plea, “Buc--bucky st-stop. That’s dirty.” as she gripped on his hands, trying to escape from his grip. Bucky growled against her in response to her futile protest. The sweet vibration only caused her pleasure all over her fluttering core. 

When Bucky pulled away for a moment; it caused her to feel a sense of loss. “It’s not dirty, my dear. In fact, it’s so sweet.” His lips moved to kiss on her inner thigh, murmuring against her skin as he left yet more of his marks on her, “So fucking sweet.” He releases his right hand from hers, just to rub his thumb on her clit, slowly dragging it in between her slit; smearing her wetness all around her throbbing bundle of nerves. Her thighs trembled to the sensation of his rough movement of his thumb and a string of shaky mewls fell out of her.

“But..” she tried to protest but immediately stopped when Bucky brought his soaked thumb to her mouth. Her lips were wet from how he gently smeared the juices on her, “Taste yourself.” He lured her softly. Hesitation glints in her eyes as her cheeks redden. Bucky’s eyes grew tender at her watery ones, he whispered lowly, “Sweetheart, do you trust me?” 

She does; but she does not trust her own voice to not come out sounding like a needy moan, so she simply nodded. Bucky’s pink lips spread into a smile, “Good girl. Now, open up.” he coaxed lovingly.

Y/N opened her mouth as she was told and let Bucky slip his thumb inside; he was not shy to smother her juices across her tongue, coaxing her to suck on it. To get a taste of what he was having. “It’s sweet”, she thought to herself. A muffled moan purred in her throat at the thought of her husband enjoying the taste of her.

Bucky smirk grew at her reaction, “Tastes good huh, sweetheart?” he pulled his thumb away, leaving her nodding to his question. “Now are you going to let me enjoy your pussy?” his brow quirked when he tilted his head to the side. How can she deny him now? Her eyes glazed with need as she replied,  “Yes, please”.

Her mouth falls open in anticipation as a low moan creeps up her throat. Bucky’s tongue slips past her folds, she watched him between her legs, savouring her pussy with his unfiltered groans vibrating against her sensitive spot. Breathless moans and incoherent pleads fall from her mouth as the soft and firm tip of his tongue circled her swollen pearl and flicked it. Bucky’s hands went to her hips, guiding it in time with her own movements, giving her partial control to set the pace.

“Buckyyyy.” She gasped as she alternated between wanting to push his head away or keep him in place. Meanwhile, the man in between her thighs had lost himself; consumed by pure desire the more he drank from her cunt. His tongue moved faster against her clit when he noticed the beat of her throbbing cunt increased. She was going to come. He was sure of it.

The way that she was practically creaming on his tongue drove him near feral. He kept lapping at her juices as if it was the sweetest honey he ever tasted; fuck he even sucked her clit in hopes to force out more of her nectar to leak; then he’d lap on it again. 

The sweet cycle had pushed Y/N over the edge, her eyes rolling back as pleasure and her hips slightly lifted as pleasure surges through her veins.“Oh oh Bucky please please.” She didn’t what she was begging for as she chanted his name. “I’m gonna, ‘m gonna–“ her words died as she squealed; her body trembling in pleasure. 

His tongue moved faster against her clit; her cum was dripping out of her; coating his beard but his frantic licks didn’t stop even when she continue to gush on his tongue. 

“Bucky please, sensitive..” It was too much; her orgasm, her swollen clit, his tongue. Everything. 

Unfortunately for her, Bucky was far gone to stop now. He had the taste of her cum, now he wants nothing more than to have it again. Despite her protest, Bucky held her hip down, interlocking his hands across her stomach to keep her in place and continue to lick and suck on her overstimulated cunt.

Her whiny pleas didn’t come across as a sign for him to stop; instead it kept him going causing him to bury his face further in between her legs. His cock continued to throb in his pants, probably leaking with so much pre-cum and in need of some sort of relief but he ignored it. He wants nothing more than for Y/N to cum on his tongue again.

And that is exactly what happened next.

The moment she fell over the edge, Bucky pushed her even harder against him as her whole body spasmed. He maintained his pace on lapping up at her all throughout her high as her hands went from his hair to the headboard, trying to hold her limp body upright. Y/N took a moment to gather herself together, panting heavily as she regained their senses; while Bucky was swift to pull his pants off and throw it to the side.

He grabbed on her hips, holding her firmly in place as his heavy leaking cock nestled between her aching pussy. “Are you sure about this, my dear?” his hot breath fanning against her neck as he gently ruts into her heat. Even though Bucky can see the darken lust in her eyes, he still wanted to make sure that she was sure of her decision.

Y/N’s heart swelled at his concern, and she found herself smiling, a genuine smile that reflected the warmth she felt inside. She pulled him closer and kissed him, pouring all her newfound trust and affection into the kiss. “Yes, Bucky. I am very sure. ”

Bucky quickly responded with equal passion, his tongue slipped in between her lips; exploring the warmness of her mouth, the softness of her tongue. Their muffled moans filled the silenced room, his hands moved to caress her sides, drawing her even closer before breaking away from the heated kiss.

Resting his forehead on hers, his eyes trained on her beautiful face; not wanting to miss his chance to witness the pleasure contorting on her expression. He nudges her clit first, rubbing it slow and sensual before trailing down to her entrance. Gradually, he inches closer, he pushes in and through the tightness of her sacred channel.

Delving impossibly deep, her tightness wrapped around his thick cock until the tip of him reached the deepest parts of her. The sudden feeling of fullness on her untainted pussy caused her to experience both pain and the delightful sensation inside her. The ecstasy of being so knitly connected to each other caused both of them to simultaneously let out moans and groans of raw pleasure.

Bucky waited for her to adjust to his size; leaning down to pamper her with the softest kisses and praises that tears started to swell in her eyes. It was as if Bucky knew exactly what she wanted to hear, how she wanted to be treated and what makes her feel good.

“You’re doing so good, my dear.”

“Look at how perfect your pussy’s taking my cock. So perfect.”

“Made for me aren’t you, sweetheart?. Made to be loved by me, made to be stuffed full of my cock.”

“I promise you’ll be safe with me, Y/N. Always.”

When Y/N finally gave him the permission to move, Bucky kissed her pouty lips and murmured sweetly, “Thank you, my dear.” His hands travelled to find her ankle; which he then gently prop her calf over his broad shoulder. He started pumping in and out slowly, letting her get used to the friction. 

Bucky couldn’t help but to groan out to the feeling of her wet hole gripping his cock ever-so-tightly. It was slippery and dripping, that he almost completely slid out of her. Gripping her closer he continue ramming himself back in, deeper, harder; sliding in and out of her at an even pace. Each force of his cock causing her body to jerk in ecstasy; hitting that good spot in her so perfectly.

“S-shit, sweetheart,” he moans deep and heavy as he felt her pussy tightening around him. His metal hand slid in between them and his thumb hones in on her clit. The coldness of his finger made her jolt at first but when he proceeded to rub and pinch on it, everything suddenly started to feel too intense; so incredibly good.

With his fingers assaulting her clit, each thrust of his cock and every deep guttural moan and groan coming from Bucky, she felt her release was growing closer. Bucky also started thrusting faster and harder; he knew he was about to come. Especially when he can feel how much pre-cum has been leaking inside her.

He leaned and rested his forehead on hers, his needy ruts became more and more irregular when her pretty doe eyes looked up at him, “Cum for me, my dear.” his lips brushed against Y/N’s as he coaxed her to her sweet release. His thrusts got harsher and deeper and the friction of his metal finger working on her clit got her cunt to frantically tremble around him, “I wanna feel you milk my cock, sweetheart. Then, I’m gonna my pump cum inside you until you’re leaking.”

Although his words were debauched to no end, however Y/N could sense his genuine affection for her. She felt his sincerity in the way he looked at her, in the way he held her, in the silenced gaze they shared. Overwhelmed with pleasure, her nails dragged across Bucky’s back as she moaned and screamed out his name; letting the high took over her body.

“Fuck,, sweetheart. I’m gonna cum!” groaned as he took in the sound of her pleasured mewls. He ruthlessly grinds into her, savouring the feeling of her cunt tightened around him. With one last rut, he thrust his cock, balls deep inside and let his warm white strings filling her up to the brim. His cock twitches in her fluttering cunt, his legs tensing with every small grind he makes, groaning lowly at her as he bites down on her shoulder, almost drooling on her as he emptied himself completely into her.

Y/N continued to let out strings of soft moans as he pulled out from her leaking cunt; all swollen and sensitive. While she thought she could finally catch some breaths, she didn’t notice the way Bucky was biting on his lip at the sight of his cum dripping out of her, or how his hands lazily tugging on his now hardened cock.

“Dearest?” Bucky hovered above her as he cradled her by her flushed cheeks. She smiled sweetly as she leaned to his touch, “Yes, Bucky?”, she was anticipating him to utter more of those soft words and praises to her; but instead his lips curled into a devilish grin when he slid his cock back into her, immediately pulling a long sinful mewl of his name from her. Bucky hummed approvingly in response; he gently brushed his lips against hers, “May I fill you up again?”

As the morning sun streamed through the windows, Y/N slowly stirred awake. She reached out, instinctively searching for the warmth of her husband beside her, but found the space empty. A pang of loneliness touched her heart, but it was quickly replaced by curiosity when she saw a bouquet of bluebells, her favourite flower, placed delicately on the bedside table.

Next to the bouquet was a note. With a small smile, she picked it up and began to read.

"My Dearest Y/N,

I hate to leave you alone this morning, but I must ensure our journey home is smooth and safe. I trust you slept well, and I promise to return to your side as soon as I can.

Yours always,

Bucky"

The words written on the note were filled with sincerity and reassurance that made her heart flutter. She smiled, a blush creeping across her cheeks as she wondered how he knew bluebells were her favourite.

Just as she was lost in thought, the door opened, and the palace’s maids entered the room. Their faces were a mixture of curiosity and impatience, clearly expecting to see a frightened and bruised young bride.

However, when they saw Y/N's skin, they temporarily froze in their spots. Her skin was indeed bruised, but each one of them recognized the marks for what they were: love marks, not signs of harsh abuse that they were expecting. The traces of Bucky's possessive love were prominent all over her neck, chest, and inner thighs, leaving Y/N blushing as the maids, too, found themselves flushed with embarrassment.

“Well, isn’t this a surprise,” one of the older maids muttered under her breath, her tone laced with irritation. Another maid, with a more condescending sneer, huffed. “Looks like we lost the bet, ladies. Who would have thought the beast could be so... tender?”

Y/N’s cheeks burned with a mix of embarrassment and pride. She could feel their resentful glances and knew they were not pleased with the outcome. The marks on her body were a testament to the affection and desire Bucky had shown her, and despite the initial fear, she now wore them as symbols of the unexpected bond they had begun to forge.

The head maid, who had been the most vocal the night before, now seemed to handle her with an edge of bitterness. The other maids, who had been so quick to judge, were now silent, their eyes wide with resentment.One of the younger maids, braver than the rest, couldn’t hide her frustration. “Well, my lady, I suppose you’re alright, then?” she asked, her voice barely masking her disappointment.

Y/N looked at her, considering the appropriate response. If it was up to her, she ought to punish every single one of them for not knowing their place. Unfortunately, they were not her maids to begin with, but the palace's staff. Otherwise, she would likely fire each one of them. 

The memory of Bucky’s affection and care filled her heart, leaving no room for anger or resentment. The warmth of his embrace and the gentle way he had treated her made the maids' behaviour seem petty and insignificant.

She could still feel the lingering touch of his lips on her skin, the way his hands had caressed her so delicately, and the sound of his reassuring voice. Her body was still tingling with the remnants of the previous night's intimacy. Her skin bore the marks of his love, not of brutality, and each bruise was a testament to the passion they had shared. It was completely different to the vile expectations of the maids.

A small smile playing on her lips despite the blush that still coloured her cheeks. "Yes," she said softly, "I am quite alright."

The maids exchanged annoyed glances, their expressions a mix of frustration and disbelief. Their muttered disappointments were tuned out as Y/N focused on the lingering warmth from the night before.

She couldn't hear a single thing except her heart beating to the thought of her husband. She missed him already. Who would’ve thought she’d be swooning for him so soon?

She found herself yearning for his presence, the comfort of his touch, and the sound of his reassuring voice. The memory of his gentle kiss and tender words lingered in her mind yet again, making her heart flutter.

As the maids continued their work, Y/N hoped they would at least perform their duties well enough to cover up for their childish behaviour. She wanted to be ready to see Bucky, to greet him with the same warmth and affection he had shown her. Despite their rudeness, she resolved to focus on the positive, cherishing the newfound bond with her husband.

Bucky stood at the head of the table, his stern expression and commanding presence filling the room. He was reviewing the logistics of their journey home, his voice cold and decisive as he issued instructions to his knights. His trusted knight, Sam, was detailing the possible hotspots for bandits they might encounter along the way.

"We'll likely face trouble here," Sam said, pointing to a spot on the map. "We should send some of our best men ahead to clear the path."

"Agreed," Bucky responded, his tone unyielding. "Deploy the knights in advance. Ensure the path is secure before we proceed."

Sam nodded and continued outlining the plan. He paused, expecting Bucky to reconfirm, but noticed a change in his leader's face. The harsh lines softened, his eyes filled with a tender warmth, as he stared intently at something across the room. Before Sam could look or utter a word, Bucky turned and walked away with determination.

Sam followed Bucky's gaze and understood immediately. "Ah, that's why," he muttered to himself as he watched Bucky approach Y/N. The change in Bucky’s demeanour was striking. He moved with a grace and warmth that was at odds with his usual stern and imposing presence.

Bucky’s eyes softened as he took in the sight of Y/N. He admired her beauty with a gaze filled with awe and adoration. The way he looked at her was as if he was seeing a vision he had longed for, a rare and precious gem that had finally come into his life.

As he extended his hand toward her, a gesture usually seen as etiquette but now entirely with different meaning, especially with the hearts bursting our of his blue eyes. Y/N’s face lighting up with a shy smile, took his hand; almost too eagerly. Bucky's fingers closed gently around hers, his touch tender and reassuring. The contrast between his usual, fearsome reputation and the gentle way he interacted with her was profound, making it clear that his feelings for Y/N were deeply genuine.

Bucky kissed the back of her hand, his lips softly caressing her knuckles. "My dear," he greeted her, using the endearment he had chosen when they first met at the altar. 

The scene seemed like it was pulled raw from a romance novel that the surrounding staff and knights simply watched in shock and awe. "Did he just..." one knight whispered, eyes wide. "Called her 'my dear'?" another finished, equally stunned.

Sam, who had witnessed firsthand the monstrous side of Bucky in war, found himself in a state of utter disbelief, jaw dropped loose. He had seen Bucky’s sword painted blood-red, his face splattered with the gore of countless enemies. The Winter Soldier was a force of nature on the battlefield, his brutal efficiency leaving a trail of carnage in his wake. Sam recalled the sight of Bucky’s cold, unyielding eyes as he cut through foes without hesitation, his armor and weaponry gleaming with the blood of those who dared oppose him.

And yet, here he was, the same man who had struck terror into the hearts of many, now standing before Y/N with a tenderness that seemed unimaginable. Sam could hardly believe his eyes. The disparity was pronounced and bewildering. Bucky’s expression was soft, his movements gentle as he held Y/N’s hand in his.

“I’ve missed you,” Y/N said softly, her eyes shining with affection. She truly did, it would be a lie that she didn’t felt the ache in her heart when she woke up alone that morning. The emptiness beside her had felt profound. The bed still carried his scent, a lingering warmth that whispered of his recent presence. Even though the separation had been brief, as evidenced by the thoughtful note and the bouquet of her favourite flowers he had left behind, the loneliness she felt was palpable. His absence, however fleeting, had created a void that left her feeling incomplete.

Bucky’s heart seemed to burst with emotion. He couldn't care less about the gawking staff surrounding them as he pulled her close and kissed her deeply. She initially froze, caught off guard and embarrassed, but soon melted into his kiss with a blossoming confidence.

As their lips met, memories of their tender and passionate night together surged through Bucky's mind. The way she moan his name, the taste of her cum, the tightness of her pussy gripping on his cock, the way his cum leaked out of her, every single sinful scene replayed in head; infinitely. The intensity of the moment was overwhelming, and he found himself nearly losing control. Reluctantly, he pulled back from the kiss, his breath uneven and his gaze filled with an unspoken hunger.

"God, what should I do with you, hmm, sweetheart?" Bucky whispered, his voice laced with seduction as he continued to place gentle kisses along her cheeks and jaw. His lips brushed softly against her skin, whispering how much he had missed her and expressing a wistful desire to stay wrapped in the warmth of their shared bed just a little longer.

Y/N’s soft giggle rang out as she felt the roughness of his stubble against her delicate skin. The sound was like music to Bucky's ears, brightening his mood and filling him with a profound sense of joy. Despite the joyful exchange, he reluctantly ended the sweet torment, his kisses lingering just a moment longer before he pulled away.

“We should be ready to begin our journey shortly,” Bucky said, his tone shifting to a more practical note when e turned to Sam, who had approached during their moment of intimacy.

“Y/N, this is Sam Wilson, he is one of my trusted knights.” Bucky introduced, his gaze shifting to his wife. Sam gave a respectful nod to Y/N, a hint of surprise still evident in his expression from witnessing Bucky's affectionate display. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Lady Y/N.”

Y/N smiled warmly at Sam, appreciating the introduction. “The pleasure is mine, Sir Wilson.”

Sam, sensing that the formality was unnecessary given their imminent interactions, decided to ease the situation. “Just Sam, my lady,” he said with a friendly tone. Y/N repeated his name with a touch of amusement. “Well, it’s nice to meet you, Sam.”

Bucky, observing the growing camaraderie between his wife and his trusted knight, couldn’t help but feel a twinge of protectiveness. The easy familiarity between them seemed a bit too casual for his liking. His eyes narrowed slightly as he gave Sam a warning look. “Watch it, Wilson.”

Sam, not missing a beat, chuckled at Bucky’s protective demeanour. “What’s the matter, my lord? Can’t handle a bit of friendly conversation?”

Y/N, noticing the playful tension and Bucky’s slight irritation, couldn’t help but laugh. The contrast between Bucky’s usually soft demeanour that Y/N had witnessed and his current protective stance were both endearing and amusing. Her laughter lightened the mood, making Sam’s teasing even more enjoyable.

Bucky's stern gaze softened as he watched Y/N’s laughter, though his protective instinct remained palpable. Steering the conversion back to the preparations, he allowed a faint smile to tug at the corners of his mouth despite his earlier warning.

“I trust you can escort my wife to the carriage,” Bucky said, his voice serious but tinged with a hint of a smile. “However, I expect you to maintain proper distance and adhere to these additional guidelines.” He paused, ensuring his words were clear. “No unnecessary physical contact or overly familiar behaviour. And if you could, avoid any casual conversations that might be misinterpreted.”

Sam looked at Bucky in disbelief, shaking his head with a bemused expression. “Seriously, Barnes? You’re laying down rules for me to keep my distance from your wife now?”

Bucky’s eyes narrowed playfully. “Consider it a precaution. I’d rather not have any misunderstandings.” Sam chuckled, rolling his eyes as he complied. “Understood. I’ll make sure to follow your... guidelines.”

Y/N watched the exchange with amusement, her earlier shyness melting away into a warm appreciation for Bucky’s protectiveness. The scene, tinged with a touch of comedy, only deepened the connection between them.

Bucky, intent on making a point to Sam while expressing his affection, pulled Y/N close and pressed a tender kiss to her forehead. The gesture was both intimate and deliberate, a subtle yet clear indication to Sam that she belongs to Bucky. “I’ll join you shortly, my dear,” Bucky said softly, his voice filled with warmth as he gazed into her eyes.

Sam, unimpressed by Bucky’s display, rolled his eyes at the seemingly childish antics. “This way, my lady,” he said with a hint of impatience. Y/N nodded in agreement but paused before turning her back on Bucky. With a loving smile, she whispered, “I’ll see you later,” before following Sam.

Bucky watched as Sam guided Y/N away, his gaze lingered with a mix of affection and something much deeper; an unspoken sadness. As their silhouettes walked further and further away from his sight, a sombre glaze settled over his eyes.

Beneath the surface of his composed exterior, his heart ached; the was a silent reflection of a pain he had hidden deep within his heart. It was a lingering sorrow that had shadowed him ever since he stood at the altar, the weight of unvoiced grief clinging to him as he gazed at his future bride.

Part II >> (coming soon)

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A/N: Wondering why he was in the feels at the end? We’ll know it soon enough. I’ll see you in the next parts! Thank you for reading!

MESS IS MINE [MASTERLIST]

BOXER!BUCKY [COMPLETED]

series summary: 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.

series pairings: boxer!bucky barnes x female reader, oc!male x female reader.

series warnings: swearing, violence, angst, fluff 🥺, mentions of: sex (but no smut), blood, alcohol, and injuries.

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One Last Job--MASTERLIST

(Header created by the FABULOUS @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan​, without whom this story simply would not be.)

SUMMARY: 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.

Until his best friend comes to him with a special request. One last job, protecting the movie star sister of an old Army buddy. She’s being stalked, getting death threats, but that’s nothing they haven’t dealt with before. 

Except there’s something different about this job. And maybe it’s not the job; maybe it’s the girl. But when it turns out that something sinister is at play, Bucky realizes this job … could be his last. 

WARNINGS FOR THE SERIES: THIS IS AN AU, angst, danger, violence, explosions, stalking, celebrity reader, mutual pining, sexual content, emotional crap, blood, medical situations, hospitalization, character death 

AUTHOR’S NOTE: This story is loosely based on the film The Bodyguard. (One of my personal faves, and not just for Queen Whitney singing “I Will Always Love You.”) 

**This series is COMPLETE.**

PROLOGUE ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX SEVEN EIGHT NINE TEN ELEVEN TWELVE THIRTEEN FOURTEEN FIFTEEN SIXTEEN EPILOGUE

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

Pairing: Biker!Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 8.9k (oops)

Warnings: Mentions of cheating and sex. All I know about MCs is what I saw in SoA and Mayans M.C. so please take this with a grain of salt.

Notes: This was supposed to be a small one-shot for @multi-stann's writing challenge but I ended up writing multiple parts. No one asked for this, but I hope you'll still enjoy it. In this story, Biker!Bucky looks like Chris from the movie Destroyer (with better tattoos). Bucky also has two flesh arms and never had to get the left one amputated. Biker!Steve looks like Nomad!Steve with lots of tattoos and rings.

Due to the nature of this AU, this series will be 18+. Minors DNI. If you chose to read this, you are responsible for your own media consumption. You have been warned.

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It's every child's dream to live a fairy tale story, like the ones from the Disney movies we've all seen over and over again growing up. In most stories, there is a king, his queen and their princess.

The princess will grow up watching how beautifully in love her parents are and decide that this was the only kind of love she'd ever want.

To find love, she has to find her prince and when she finally does, one of many things can happen. It can be love at first sight, or it can take a little bit of work to gain the other one's trust, even maybe goes as far as a kind of forbidden love, but it's all true love nonetheless.

You wanted to find your prince with a simple glance. One look that would tell you that the man you found was your one and only, the perfect definition of love at first sight. When your eyes meet for the first time, the whole world around you will stop moving, both you and him shaken to the core from your souls finding each other and becoming one; as they always should have been. Like two puzzle pieces coming together to make one perfect piece, needing the other to be complete.

Your one true love, your soulmate.

In your fairy tale, the king had been the one to introduce you to your prince when you had just turned 24.

He was everything you could have asked for: he was nice, polite and knew how to make you laugh, your parents loved him and he loved them. It was the perfect fit.

Or so you thought.

You had never been in love before meeting him, you didn't have anything to compare it to back then and you were absolutely sure it was who you were supposed to end up with, love at first sight.

Or so you thought.

Like in any good fairy tale story, once the princess finally meets her prince, there has to be a wedding. A ceremony to announce to the world that they had found each other and were determined to spend the rest of their lives together. Your prince proposed to you less than a year after the moment you met for the very first time.

You were in love, so of course you said yes.

Truthfully the thought of marrying someone you barely knew scared you. It seemed like it was too soon to get married but

time doesn't mean anything when you meet your true love. You had already been waiting your whole life to find him and now that you finally had, why should you wait? After all, you two were meant to be.

Or so you thought.

You were very lucky to have the parents that you did. They loved each other more than anything and loved you just as much. They were supportive of your decisions and always wanted the best for you, whatever would make you happy.

They had been very understanding when you told them you didn’t want to go to college shortly before graduating high school. You had given it a lot of thought and school was definitely not for you, you didn’t enjoy it. You were scared to tell them, you were scared they would be mad or even worse, disappointed because your entire life they had told you that after high school you needed to go to college but you should have known that your parents would be supportive and understand why you made this decision.

They had only one condition and it was that you had to get a job. They didn’t want you to wander and lose precious time, ‘’the best way to learn is to try’’ they would tell you, and so they gave you a choice. You could either try to find a job, any job, on your own or your dad could have you come work for him at his company.

You chose the latter.

You are close to your dad and working with him would never be an issue. You always enjoyed watching him work and now that you were old enough to truly understand what he did, you weren’t going to pass up an opportunity to learn from him.

You did mostly office work but you learned a ton. Over the years that you worked for him, you had become an important part of the company and were now the go-to person when someone had an issue and didn’t know how to fix it.

After you got engaged, your dad started giving you more responsibilities at work and took you on multiple business trips. Your fiancé was a really successful businessman and your father wanted to be just as successful as him, maybe even more.

Most times when you traveled it was either in the same state or the ones around, but on some rare occasions you were lucky enough to get out of the country for 3 to 5 days at a time.

You were very grateful to have such an understanding fiancé. He always encouraged you to go, even if you had just come back from a trip only a few days before and supported you every step of the way.

Or so you thought.

You had left for a business trip with your dad only a day ago and came back the next day because he had gotten sick and needed to go home. You knew your boyfriend would be at work at the time you came back home and you decided to surprise him by making him dinner. You didn’t expect for him to be the one surprising you.

In the worst possible way.

You decided to drop your suitcase at home and then go buy whatever it is you needed to make dinner. You were a little bit disappointed when you saw that his car was in the driveway because it meant that you wouldn’t be able to surprise him the way you had wanted to but you were excited to be able to spend time with him.

His car being at home in the middle of the day you should have made a few alarms go off in your head, unfortunately it didn’t.

The moment you walked inside your house, you knew what you were about to see.

That’s how you found out that your prince had been seeing other princesses, as you found him fucking another woman on your kitchen counter.

You remember thinking that it was the biggest clichés of all; coming home early to find your boyfriend cheating on you in your own home because he thought he had days before your return.

You were so shocked by the sight in front of your eyes that your very instinct was to laugh. Your brain seemed to think this was the best cosmic joke of all time.

Your laugh brought them out of their sex induced haze as they finally noticed you standing in the doorway of the kitchen. You were too busy laughing to see the panic settle in his eyes and you sure as hell weren’t expecting the words that were about to come out of his mouth. ‘’This isn’t what it looks like, I promise.’’

Which only made you laugh harder. How could you not find it funny when your future husband had just been caught cheating, hadn’t even pulled out of her and was telling you that it wasn’t what it looked like.

This moment wasn’t supposed to be a part of your fairy tale story. Nowhere had they ever mentioned the prince having extracurricular activities.

Turns out that all the excitement he had shown you about your job and the traveling wasn’t because he was proud of you and wanted you to be the best, it was just him being excited about being alone and having time to fool around with women that weren’t you.

You took your suitcase you had just dropped on the floor and walked back out, jumped in your car and ran home to your parents. Your dad felt incredibly guilty as he was the one to introduce him to you, but there was no way he could have known what was going to happen.

The first few days, your now ex-boyfriend had tried to call you on multiple occasions. He texted you and asked you to come home and only after a few days of you ignoring him, he gave up and stopped trying to reach out to you. He didn’t even try to fight you when you came back with a moving truck a week later to get all of your stuff out of there.

You tried to be strong around your parents, but behind closed doors you would allow yourself to complete breakdown and cry. Your heart was broken and your trust shattered, some days it would hurt so much that you could barely breathe. You barely wanted to leave the house because you were scared you might run into him and his new fling, reopening the wounds you’ve been working so hard to close up.

A month later you decided that it was time for you to go. You couldn’t keep living with your parents and you couldn’t stay in this city with the constant fear of running into your ex and seeing him happy when you were falling apart and broken.

You packed up your entire life and moved to a small town in the middle of nowhere California, called Nightfall.

You were able to buy a small house, it was very tiny but it was cozy and it was yours so you loved it. You found a job at one of the bars in town, it was a 10-minute drive from your place, 20 minutes if you walked. You truly loved it there. It was the kind of town where everybody knew everybody, needless to say you were sticking out like a sore thumb but most people were really welcoming.

The job at the bar was just until you could find something better. Which was a little bit difficult with your schedule of working at night and sleeping during the day but you were trying your best. Your schedule also made it difficult to meet people and make friends, most of the bar’s customers were drunk men who were a little too handsy for your taste. Especially with the stupid ‘’uniform’’ your boss had you wear. High waisted jeans shorts that barely covered your ass and a black tank top. The customers thought it was an open invitation to grab your ass, and that’s how you met Natasha.

She was one of the few women that came in to drink, one of the few women who weren’t scared to be groped the entire night.

One night one of the customers was getting a little too handsy and you had asked him to stop multiple times, took his hand off of your body but he still didn’t stop. Natasha walked away from the bar to the table you were currently stuck at and grabbed the guy’s hand to pull it off you and twisted it until a few ‘’crack’’ and ‘’pop’’ were heard, followed by a very loud groan.

‘’Touch her again and I’ll break every single one of your fingers. Understood?’’ He nodded furiously and she finally let go of his hand. ‘’No means no, asshole.’’

She turned to look at you. ‘’You ok?’’

‘’Yes, thank you. You need to show me how to do that.’’

She laughed. ‘’Not a problem.’’

You walked her back to the bar and walked around it to go behind and top off her drink. ‘’On the house.’’ You smiled. ‘’As a thank you.’’

From that night on, you had made your first friend in this town. She was there almost every night and it was nice to have someone to talk with in-between customers. She did end up touching you on how to break a few knuckles and after the first time you had done it to one of the regulars, the customers started respecting you and you got gropped a lot less. In a way, Nat took you under her wing and taught you a few things about not only the town you were now living in, but also the people and a few more self-defense moves.

Natasha could tell that you had some kind of trust issues, she recognized the signs of someone wanting to be friendly but keeping people at arm’s length. She had done it multiple times herself. She respected your boundaries and didn’t push you too much, but after a little over a month of knowing you without actually knowing anything about you, curiosity won and she had to ask some questions.

‘’What’s your story, anyway? How did you end up in Nightfall?’’

You had been wiping the countertop a few seats away from her and her questions had you raise your gaze to look at her. You stopped wiping and shrugged.

‘’Just the usual clichés. Met a guy, fell in love, thought he was the one, got engaged, came back home early from a business trip and found him fucking someone that wasn’t me.’’

You looked down again, still embarrassed about how blinded by love you had been to not notice all the signs that were right in your face the entire time. In hindsight, he had been kind of an asshole for most of your relationship.

Natasha nodded, now understanding why you were keeping your distance. You had been hurt, betrayed and humiliated by the one person you thought would protect you from those kinds of things.

‘’I’m sorry that happened to you.’’

‘’Thanks. Guess happy endings aren’t for everyone, uh?’’ You tried to joke.

‘’Happy endings? Like in fairy tales?’’ She had a playful smile tugging at her lips.

‘’I know, it’s stupid.’’ You sighed. ‘’All my life people told me I was dumb for believing in true love and for being so optimistic. I guess they were right.’’

‘’Fuck those people for making you think you’re dumb and fuck your ex for being an asshole. There’s nothing dumb about being hopeful, hell we could all use a little more hope in our lives. Especially in this town.’’

You smiled at her words and felt oddly comforted by the fact that she made you feel validated.

‘’I have to ask how a girl like you that believes in true love and hope ended up working in a bar, because I’m guessing this wasn’t your life plan.’’

You poured her another drink. ‘’What tipped you off?’’

‘’The being underpaid and over groped part.’’ She pointed out and took her glass.

You laughed. ‘’I didn’t go to college after high school, I worked at my dad’s company for years. This was supposed to be temporary until I found something better but it’s been two months and I still haven’t found a thing. Finding a job in a small town isn’t as easy as one would think. Especially for an outsider.’’

A customer at the other end of the bar caught your attention, signaling that he needed another beer by shaking the empty bottle in his hand.

‘’I’ll be right back.’’ You said to Natasha before walking over to him and exchanging his empty beer for a new one.

‘’Well sweets, I might have something for you.’’

Your eyebrows furrowed at the nickname. ‘’Sweets?’’

‘’Yeah, that’s your new nickname. Because you’re all innocent and sweet.’’

You chuckled. ‘’M’kay. What do you have for me?’’

‘’I’m running a garage not far from here and I really need someone to handle all the office work like paperwork, customer files and so on. The boys take turns to work there but they are useless when it comes to paperwork. Great mechanics, shitty office workers.’’

‘’I never would have guessed you were the kind of woman to own a garage.’’

‘’I don’t own it, I run it. Steve’s the owner.’’

‘’Who’s Steve?’’

‘’Guess you’re gonna have to take the job to find out.’’ She smirked behind her drink.

‘’Of course I’m taking the job, are you kidding? Anything to get out of here.’’

‘’Great. The guys are gonna love you.’’

‘’When do I start?’’

‘’How about you come over tomorrow afternoon so I can show you around and then start the day after? Do you have to give a two weeks notice?’’

You shrugged. ‘’I don’t know, and honestly I don’t care.’’

‘’Damn sweets, look at you being wild.’’

You laughed and stuck your tongue out at her. She gave you a business card with the address of the garage on it.

‘’Just show up whenever, I’m guessing you won’t be up before noon.’’

‘’Depends on how long I have to stay.’’ You grimaced, there were always a few men that got too drunk and it took forever to get them to leave.

Natasha got up and paid for her drinks. ‘’I’ll see you tomorrow.’’

‘’See ya tomorrow, boss.’’ You grinned and she rolled her eyes.

You looked down at the card in your hands. Rogers Mechanics.

You put the card in your back pocket and went back to work.

You got stuck at the bar, as expected, and you were only able to leave about an hour and a half after you were supposed to. It only made it that much liberating and satisfying to announce you were quitting as you walked out.

You woke up the next afternoon at 1 and quickly got up and ready. You were excited for your new job and to be able to work with the only friend you had in this town and do something that you were used to doing. You felt like your life was finally starting going in the right direction for the first time in months. You quickly did your hair and got dressed. You were pretty sure that how you dressed didn’t really matter for this job so you wore a pair of black jeans, a white t-shirt that you tucked in and a pair of black converse. At the last minute you decided to grab your red flannel and tied it around your waist.You grabbed your phone, your keys and your wallet and left your apartment, walking down the flight of stairs that led to the parking lot behind the building. You got in your car and arrived at the garage 15 minutes later. Natasha was right, it was close. You parked into the lot and got out of your car. You were still a little bit asleep and the sun was blinding you, you reached into your car for your sunglasses and put them on.

You looked around, not sure where you were supposed to go because there was a building on each side of the lot with no indications as to where the office was.

One of the mechanics spotted you and called out for Nat. You saw the door from the building at the back of the lot fly open and your friend came out.

‘’Sweets! Come here.’’ She grinned, almost screaming at you. She acted like an embarrassing parent on the first day of school

You rolled your eyes, not that she could see because of your sunglasses, and shook your head as you walked over to her.

‘’It’s nice not to see as much of your legs than usual.’’ She called out.

You gasped, pretending to be offended. ‘’What’s wrong with my legs?’’

‘’I don’t think you want me to go there.’’ She joked.

You moved your sunglasses to the top of your head once you stood in front of her.

‘’I’m gonna regret taking the job, aren’t I?’’

She wrapped her arm around your shoulders, taking you in the office and into the garage where most of the guys were working on either cars or motorcycles.

‘’Oh yeah.’’ She laughed.

‘’Great. Maybe I can still get my job back at the bar, or do you think it’s too late?’’

‘’You aren’t going back there. You’re staying right here and you’re gonna burn those damn shorts. I like you sweets, but the image of your legs is burned into my brain and I would like to get rid of it.’’

You stopped next to a man who had his head under the hood of a car.

You looked down at your legs. ‘’Again with the legs, now I’m really starting to think something’s wrong with them.’’

Natasha laughed and knocked gently on the hood of the car to get the man’s attention without startling him. A little system they came up with when one of the guys knocked his head so hard on the hood of the car he had been working on that he had needed stitches, all because someone had called out his name and startled him.

The man stood back up and looked at you. God, that man was tall.

He wiped his hands on a rag and smiled at the two of you.

‘’Steve, this is the new girl. sweets meet Steve.’’

You groaned at the nickname and held out your hand to shake his. ‘’Nice to meet you Steve, please don’t feel the need to call me that.’’ You chuckled.

He was about to shake your hand but noticed it was still a little dirty. ‘’I’ll shake your hand later, when my hands are clean.’’ He smiled.

‘’Why? It’s just a bit of grease. It won’t kill me.’’ You chuckled as he shook your hand.

A man, just as tall as Steve appeared from behind him. ‘’I keep hearing things about seeing too much of someone’s legs and now a girl who isn’t afraid to get a little grease on her, what’s going on? Is it my birthday and I forgot?’’ He teased, a playful smirk on his lips.

‘’That’s Bucky, don’t mind him. You’ll learn to tune him out.’’ Natasha rolled her eyes at him.

‘’I can’t wait until the day I learn to tune you out.’’ You told her, sighing.

Bucky and Steve started laughing.

‘’I like her.’’ Steve nodded approvingly.

‘’Come on, sweets, I’ll give you the tour.’’

You groaned, annoyed. ‘’Why couldn’t you find a nickname that doesn’t make me sound like a 10-year old girl?’’

‘’What’s the fun in that?’’

‘’Oh, so that’s your plan. Being a pain in my ass?’’

‘’Took you long enough to figure it out.’’

You huffed. ‘’I hate you.’’

‘’You and I both know that’s a lie.’’

‘’Do we, though?’’ You narrowed your eyes, looking at her.

‘’Ok boys, say goodbye. I’m gonna give you the grand tour’’ Natasha put her arm around your shoulders again and turned you around to go back to the office and closed the door behind you.

Bucky opened his mouth but got cut off by Steve holding up his hand without even looking at the man behind him. ‘’Don’t.’’ He turned around to go back to his previous task.’’Keep it in your pants, Bucky.’’ He warned him.

Bucky frowned. ‘’You’re no fun.’’

‘’I’m serious, Buck. Natasha says that she’s been through hell over the past couple of months and the last thing she needs is you trying to get in her pants.’’

‘’Fine. But if she comes to me I’m not turning her down.’’ Bucky said, walking back to the motorcycle he had been working on.

Steve laughed. ‘’With your cheesy pick up lines? I don’t think it’s something we need to worry about.’’

Bucky turned around and pointed a finger at him harshly. ‘’Hey! Those lines work all the time.’’

‘’Do they really work, or is it because you drive a motorcycle and have tattoos so they just pretend to laugh so they can get laid?’’

Bucky opened his mouth, then closed it.

‘’Exactly.’’ Steve rolled his eyes. ‘’Plus the first thing you said to her was about her legs, not the best first impression.’’

‘’Why not? Girls like when I say those kinds of things.’’

‘’Does she strike you as the kind of girl who wants to be hit on by talking about her like her legs are the only part of her body that’s interesting?’’

‘’Ok, ok.’’ Bucky raised his hands in surrender. ‘’Enough with the truth bombs before you start to make me doubt my irresistible charm.’’

‘’Well, about that-’’

Bucky cut him off by throwing a rag at him. ‘’Shut up.’’

Steve pointed at the motorcycle in front of Bucky. ‘’Get back to work, Barnes. I’m not paying you to stand around.’’

‘’Yes, Prez.’’ He rolled his eyes and got back to work.

Once Natasha had closed the door, she started laughing. ‘’Don’t worry about Bucky. He’s a flirt but he’s harmless. Just don’t let him charm you into getting into his bed. He’s sweet but he’s not the kind of guy that’s going to call you back.’’

‘’I appreciate the warning, but believe me it’s going to take me a long time to trust men again.’’ You felt a lump in your throat as you started to think about what happened and quickly cleared your throat. ‘’Tell me about the job.’’

You smiled but Natasha could tell that you were still in pain and understandably so. She worries about you. She has never seen you cry and you seem like you would listen to everyone’s problems and take them as your own but never share your own pain, which usually ended badly. She wanted to ask if you wanted to talk about it, try to get you to open up to her because keeping it all inside couldn’t be good for you but she didn’t want to push you so instead she followed your lead and brought the subject back to the job.

‘’This is where you are going to work. We’re trying to put all the customers’ files into the computer but like I said last night, the guys were useless and barely anything was done so if you could do that, it would be totally amazing. Just organize everything in a way that works for you and makes it easier for us when we’re looking for something.’’

You looked around the small office as she talked. It had a door connecting to the garage for easy access and a front door that led to the parking lot, the one Nat came out of to greet you. There was a small wooden desk facing the front door with one side pushed up against the wall and it was covered with discarded papers, the computer stood in the middle of it all and behind your desk there was the filing cabinet that was covered with greased fingerprints.

Natasha pointed to the small metal box that was hung on the wall next to the door to the garage. ‘’That’s where we put the customer’s keys, in case one of the guys ask you for it but usually they come pick them up themselves.’’

You nodded, smiling. ‘’This is your work space so you do whatever you want with it, make it your own. Feel free to lock the doors when you don’t want to be disturbed, if the guys really need to come inside they’ll knock. Also, don’t let them rope you into being their little errand girl. If they want coffee or beers, they know where to get it.’’

You laughed and shrugged. ‘’I don’t mind bringing them drinks.’’

‘’It starts with coffee and then one day you’re doing Sam’s grocery shopping and it’s all downhill from there.’’

‘’Noted.’’ You laughed.

‘’Sometimes the guys will bring you lists of parts or tools they need. The program we use to place the orders is very easy, I’ll show you tomorrow but that’s the only thing you do for them.’’

‘’And bring them the keys.’’

Natasha nodded. ‘’If they give you shit, you come to me and I’ll handle it.’’

‘’Yes ma’am.’’

She walked outside and you followed her out, putting your sunglasses back on. Natasha turned around to look at you.

‘’Not used to being out in the sun anymore, uh?’’

‘’When did the sun get so bright? I don’t remember it being so blinding.’’ You laughed. You pointed to the building on the other side of the lot. ‘’Is this yours, too?’’

Natasha nodded and waved around. ‘’This entire lot is Steve’s.’’

You looked around as she waved and noticed a row of motorcycles that you had somehow missed when you arrived.

‘’Ooooh.’’ You said excitedly as you moved towards the bikes. ‘’Whose are these?’’

You admired them one by one. You noticed that each body was marked with ‘’The 107th’’.

‘’The guys.’’ Natasha answered, watching you.

She wasn’t the only one watching you. Sam had heard your excitement when you noticed the bikes and called the other guys over. Bucky hadn’t even tried to hide how eager he was to see more of you.

‘’What is she doing?’’ Bucky asked Sam.

‘’I don’t know, she saw the bikes and just went straight to them.’’

Bucky crossed his arms and watched you, ignoring Steve glaring at him.

You looked up to Natasha. ‘’What’s the 107th?’’ You asked curiously.

‘’It’s the name of their motorcycle club.’’

You had heard about the 107th, people around town often talked about them and gossiped about the members. They kinda had a bad reputation around here.

‘’That’s their clubhouse behind you. You can hang out there anytime, the guys like to throw parties and you are welcome to join anytime.’’

You smiled. ‘’Thanks.’’

You kept looking at the bikes, stopping in front of one that caught your attention more than the others. ‘’Wow.’’

It was different from the others because where the other bikers had chrome details, this one had gold. You took off your sunglasses and got closer, being careful not to touch it.

‘’I think this is the first bike that I've seen that has been completely customized.’’ You said, impressed.

Natasha looked surprised. ‘’How did you know?’’

‘’The gold for starters, then the paint job on it. That black is unique, probably made just for this one bike. The tails, the lights, the exhaust pipe and even the ignition switch. There’s not a single standard part on it.’’

‘’Shit.’’ Bucky said as he heard you talk about his bike.

‘’What?’’ Sam asked.

‘’I’m gonna marry this girl.’’

The boys started laughing. ‘’You know married men usually don’t sleep with every girl they see in a skirt? Don’t think that’s the life for you, bud.’’

‘’Fuck girls in skirts.’’ He pointed at you admiring his bike. ‘’That is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen a girl do. And I’ve seen things you couldn’t even imagine.’’

‘’And we don’t want to know.’’ Sam added quickly before Bucky decided to share details.

You were about to walk away from the bike when you noticed that there was a small spot that hadn’t been polished properly, the product hadn’t been wiped down and you couldn’t leave it there. You grabbed the bottom of your flannel that was tied to your waist and crouched down to be at eye level.

Bucky stopped breathing, grabbing Steve’s arm. ‘’What is she doing?’’

He absolutely hated when people touched his bike, at least anyone that wasn’t part of the club or a prospect.

Bucky dropped his hand from Steve’s arm and moved to exit the garage.

‘’Hold on.’’ Steve called out and held him back. ‘’She knows what she’s talking about. She hasn’t touched a single bike since she started looking at them. She knows she’s not allowed to. Let’s just see what she does.’’

‘’But, my baby…’’

‘’Will be fine. Calm down.’’ Steve rolled his eyes and let go of him.

You made sure not to touch the part directly with your fingers as to not leave any fingerprint that would ruin the polishing job that had been done on it. You gently wiped, following the same motion that the person before you did and moved a bit to see it from a different angle. Now it was perfect. You smiled and stood up, letting go of your flannel.

‘’I- I need to walk away before I lose control and go ask her to marry me.’’ Bucky walked back into the garage as he shook his head like he was trying to get his mind straight, making the other men laugh and they all went back to work.

‘’What are you doing?’’ Natasha looked at you, a playful smile on her lips.

‘’There was a tiny spot that hadn’t been wiped down and it was driving me nuts. Sorry.’’

Natasha nodded before yelling. ‘’PROSPECT, GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE.’’

‘’Jesus.’’ You jumped slightly, not expecting her to start yelling.

A little scrawny kid rushed out of the clubhouse and jogged towards you.

He looked like a kid but you knew he had to be at least 21 if he was here.

She pointed at Bucky’s bike. ‘’Wanna explain to me why my friend just had to wipe polish from the bike you were told to take care of this morning? I believe the words shine and perfection were used when Bucky told you to take care of his bike.’’

The poor guy looked nervous and terrified.

‘’I’ll redo it completely. Sorry.’’

‘’Get to it then.’’

The prospect ran back inside.

‘’You didn’t have to yell at him for one tiny spot, I took care of it.’’ You felt guilty that you were the reason he got yelled at.

Natasha laughed. ‘’Don’t worry about the prospect, we love to rough him up. Gotta earn that kutte.’’

She brought you inside and showed you around the clubhouse. You were about to leave when she called out to you.

‘’One more thing. There are things that you will see, things that you will hear that cannot be repeated outside of this lot, ok? What happens here and is said here, stays here.’’

You nodded. ‘’Understood.’’

‘’I’m serious. If this makes you uncomfortable, tell me now and there won’t be any hard feelings. But if you choose to stay, I trust you to do the right thing. And I don’t trust people easily.’’

You smiled at her reassuringly. ‘’If I work here, will I be safe?’’

‘’Of course.’’

You shrugged. ‘’Then that’s all I need to know.’’ You smiled one last time and walked over to the door. ‘’What time do you need me here tomorrow?’’

‘’The garage opens at 9 so 8-8:30.’’

‘’You got it.’’ And with that you left.

Here you are, one week later. It’s Friday and you just finished your first week at the garage. Surprisingly, you really enjoyed it. The guys had made a mess of everything but it wouldn’t take you too much time to fix it.

Steve’s head appears from the garage. ‘’Clocking out?’’ He smiles.

‘’Yes, sir.’’ You smile at him and grab your coat from the back of the chair.

‘’Do you have a minute, before you leave?’’

‘’Of course, what’s up?’’

‘’Oh, I don’t know. Nat’s the one who needs to talk to you. She’s in the clubhouse, I’m just the messenger.’’

You laugh. ‘’Ok, I’ll lock up and go over there.’’

‘’I’ll wait for you, I have to meet the boys.’’

You nod and quickly look around to make sure you aren’t forgetting anything. You lock the door between the office and the garage and step outside with Steve, locking the door behind you.

It’s a very short walk to the clubhouse and you couldn’t help but wonder why Steve waited for you.

He opens the door and holds it for you. ‘’After you.’’

‘’Why, thank you.’’ You chuckle and walk inside. There was a short hallway that led to a big room with a bar and a pool table, the small living room was right on the other side of the pool table. You aren’t sure why they have that table because the whole time you have been here you’ve only seen people sit on it and no one actually plays but you prefer not to ask.

‘’Nat?’’ You call out before reaching the end of the hallway. You stop and smile at the sight in front of you.

‘’Surprise!’’ She smiles at you.

They threw you a small ‘’welcome to the family’’ dinner party with all the club, even the prospect was there.

‘’You survived your first week with these guys so I thought you deserved to have a little fun.’’

‘’And food.’’ You point at the pool table that is covered with food.

Natasha rolls her eyes. ‘’And food. I knew I should have kept it out of sight until I was done talking. There’s no way you’re going to listen to me now, is there?’’

‘’Exactly, that’s on you.’’ You laugh and give her a bear hug, squeezing her. ‘’Thank you.’’

‘’You’re welcome sweets, now go eat.’’

You laugh. ‘’Yes ma’am. I’ll be right back.’’

You walk out of the room and to the kitchen, putting your jacket and bag down and turn around to go back to the other room and eat. Everyone was sitting in the living room with their own plates. You grabbed one for yourself, took a little bit of everything and joined them in the living room. You sat down on one of the couches and began eating.

As you ate, you talked with everyone. It was a great way to end the week.

‘’So,’’ Sam starts. ‘’What brings you to our little town? You told us that you needed some change in your life but you never told us why.’’

‘’If I tell you, I’ll have to kill you.’’ You joked.

‘’It’s a risk I’m willing to take. Spill.’’

You sigh and look down at your empty plate.

‘’Sam…’’ Nat looks at him, shaking her head no to let him know to drop it.

You look up and clear your throat. ‘’No, no. It’s fine. I can talk about it.’’

‘’So, as you know I’m not from around here.’’ You start explaining with a smile. ‘’I moved here about two months ago. I had a little boring life, y’know? I was working for my dad, I met a guy and I fell in love. I was so sure he was the one that when he asked me to marry him after less than a year of being together I said yes.’’ You couldn’t stop the small chuckle that escaped your lips, in hindsight you should have waited before saying yes but the hopeless romantic in you couldn’t wait.

‘’Stupid, naive puppy love you know?’’ You continue. ‘’I traveled often for work and my boyfriend was always very supportive. He had a very successful career and he wanted me to have the same so he didn’t mind me barely being home. At some point one of the trips got cut short because my dad got sick so I came home early and I walked in on him having sex with some girl on my kitchen counter. Turns out that him being so supportive was just because he couldn’t wait for me to leave so he could bring her home. He couldn’t have cared less about what I was doing, as long as I was out of the house. The asshole was still inside of her when he saw me and he had the nerves to tell me that it wasn’t what it looked like.’’ You shook your head. ‘’So, I left him and I moved away to make sure I didn’t have to run into him everywhere I went.’’

No one was saying anything and you were getting uncomfortable. You start chewing on your bottom lip and look down at your hands.

‘’If you live here, where does he live?’’ Bucky’s the first one to speak up.

‘’I don’t know. I think he kept the house.’’ You look at him.

‘’Do you have a specific address?’’

You frown with confusion. ‘’Uh, yes-’’

‘’Don’t.’’ Nat cuts you off. ‘’Don’t say anything unless you want your ex to be eating through a plastic straw for the next 6 months.’’

‘’Oh.’’ Now you understand why Bucky wanted to know. ‘’Well…’’ You tap your finger on your chin as you pretend to think about it.

‘’You give me an address toots and I’ll take care of him for you.’’

You laugh and smile at Bucky, who was sitting in front of you. ‘’I know you would, but he’s not worth your time or energy.’’

At some point during the week Bucky had started calling you toots, you didn’t know why and you didn’t ask. The nickname never failed to make you smile and you didn’t want him to stop using it.

After that, no one talked. The silence is so awkward and heavy with tension, you feel like it’s suffocating you. You stand up and start picking up plates and empty cups. You quickly walk to the kitchen and throw everything in a plastic bag.

In the living room, everybody is glaring at Sam.

‘’No.’’ He says pointing at Nat. ‘’Don’t you dare put this on me. Next time you hire someone that’s been through hell and still suffering, you tell me about it BEFORE I decide to ask questions to get to know them. I’m not a mind reader.’’

Nat knows Sam is right. She had told Steve about your story when she told him that she had hired you but she never thought of telling the other guys.

‘’I’m sorry.’’ She says. ‘’I’ll go check on her and bring her back.’’

She moves to stand up but Bucky holds her back. ‘’I’ll go.’’

He quickly stands up but Natasha grabs his wrist before he can walk away. ‘’I know you have this little crush on her or whatever, but you better not try and take advantage of the fact that she’s vulnerable so you can get laid. That’s what the hangarounds are for.’’

Bucky scoffs. ‘’I know I like to have sex, but I’m not an asshole. Jesus Christ. Your opinion of me really sucks.’’ He rolls his eyes and pulls on his wrist. He walks away, shaking his head.

‘’Don’t worry.’’ Steve says to her. ‘’I’m keeping a close eye on him. I warned him on day one.’’

‘’Good.’’ She says, watching his back disappear in the kitchen.

You stand in front of the sink, facing the small window above it. You look up at the sky, admiring the moon and how bright the stars are here compared to back home.

You are so focused on the sky, that you didn’t even hear Bucky’s footsteps as he came to check up on you.

Bucky stops in the doorway and knocks gently on the doorway to let his presence known.

The knock brings you out of your thoughts. You turn around and smile when you see Bucky.

‘’Hey toots.’’ He takes a few steps towards you. He doesn’t get too close, not wanting to make you feel trapped. It’s a small kitchen and he takes a lot of space, he doesn’t want to intimidate you.

‘’Hey Buck.’’ You greet him softly.

‘’Are you ok?’’ He tilts his head slightly to the side and looks at your face and eyes.

You nod. ‘’Yeah. I’m fine.’’ You smile again, hoping it was convincing but he saw right through it.

For some reason, Bucky has been able to read you like an open book since he met you. You couldn’t lie to him, no matter how convincing you tried to be.

‘’Come here.’’ He smiles and opens his arms.

You walk into his arms and put your arms under his kutte, wrapping them around his back.

He puts his arms around your shoulders and cradles the back of your head with his right hand, making you rest your head in the crook of his neck as if he was trying to shield you from the entire world. He runs his fingers through your hair, careful to not get it tangled in his rings, like the first time he had hugged you.

You and Bucky have gotten incredibly close throughout the week. On your first day of work he had brought you a chocolate muffin to apologize for how he had approached you the day before and asked you if you could start over. You’re glad you accepted his apology (and his muffin) because you get along very well with him and he’s very fun to be around.

Nat keeps warning you about him and you try to keep your distance because she asks you to. Truthfully, you aren’t trying that hard to stay away.

Whereas Steve’s been watching Bucky’s every move to make sure he doesn’t cross any line. Bucky also tries to keep his distance, he doesn’t like having Steve watch over his every move, but it never lasts really long. You always find your way back to each other.

He kisses the top of your head. ‘’I’m serious you know, you say the word and I’ll take care of him.’’ He whispers close to your ear.

You shake your head as best as you could as he’s still holding you against him. ‘’He’s not worth it. Karma will get to him eventually.’’

‘’If that’s all it takes, I’ll change my name to Karma and I will definitely get to him.’’

You laugh again and sniffle, blinking away the tears that fought their way to the surface. His left hand leaves your back to gently grab your chin and pull your head away from his neck. His jaw clenches when he sees that you’ve been crying.

‘’You’re sure I can’t hurt him?’’ You shake your head again, knowing that if you tried to talk your voice would break. ‘’What if it’s just a little bit? I’ll just break a couple of fingers, maybe a toe or two.’’

You laugh and Bucky smiles. He lets go of your chin and gently wipes off the tears from your right cheek then your left. ‘’There she is.’’

He kisses your forehead and takes a step back. ‘’Now get yourself together woman, we have a party to get back to.’’ He winks at you.

He lets go of you and swipes his thumbs under your eyes to collect the few stubborn tears that escaped your eyes. ‘’Take your time, come back when you’re ready.’’ He says more seriously.

‘’Thank you, James.’’

‘’Mmmh. I love it when you say my name.’’ He says seductively as he grins.

You roll your eyes. ‘’If hearing your name turns you on that means you really need to get laid.’’

‘’Are you offering?’’ He wiggles his eyebrows with a big goofy smile stretching his lips.

You shake your head, pretending to be annoyed when you were trying really hard not to laugh. ‘’You’re such a dork.’’

‘’That’s a no then?’’ He pouts. ‘’I’m not that horny anyway, it’s just because you’re the one saying it, toots.’’ He winks.

‘’Oh my god.’’ You roll your eyes again, laughing.

‘’You can call me James. No need to use the fancy name.’’ He smirks.

You walk quickly around him and leave the kitchen. ‘’Someone needs to save me from the king of cheesy pickup lines, please.’’

You hear Bucky’s boots thumping on the floor, following closely behind you and before you could reach the living room he wraps his arms around you and lifts you up. He gently throws you over his shoulder and walks the rest of the way to join the others.

‘’What were you saying toots? I’m the king?’’

‘’It must be nice to be able to pick and choose what you hear.’’ You lift your head up to look at your friends. ‘’Hi guys.’’ You wave. ‘’Thank you for not helping me, by the way.’’

You huff. ‘’Bucky, put me down.’’

‘’Do you guys hear something?’’ He pretends not to hear you, and you know exactly why.

‘’You’re an even bigger pain in the ass than Nat.’’ He chuckles.

‘’Fiiiiine.’’ You whine. ‘’James, put me down.’’

He gently drops you into the couch and grins at you. ‘’See, all you needed to do was ask nicely.’’

Sam looks at the two of you, cocking a brow at your little banter but chooses not to comment on it. Sam gets up and holds out his hand for you. ‘’Hey sweets, can I talk to you?’’

Natasha’s nickname had caught on and now nobody uses your actual name.

‘’Of course.’’ You grab his hand and get up just as Bucky was sitting down next to you.

Sam lets go of your hand and walks into the hallway, far enough so that you have privacy. You follow behind him. ‘’What’s up?’’ You ask him when he stops.

‘’I just wanted to say that I’m sorry, for making you tell us what happened.’’ He rubs the back of his neck. ‘’I know it’s still painful and I wouldn’t have asked if I had known.’’

‘’Sam, no, it’s ok. I think it’s time I start moving forward and the only way to do that is to talk about it. I’m glad I told you guys.’’ You smile reassuringly at him.

‘’Yeah?’’ You nod. ‘’So I’m forgiven?’’

‘’There’s nothing to forgive Sam. Don’t worry about it.’’

He throws his arm around your shoulders and starts walking back to the others with you. ‘’Can you say that to Nat, before she hurts me and makes it look like an accident.’’

‘’She scares you, uh?’’

‘’Terrifies would be more accurate.’’

You walk into the living room laughing with Sam. You try to go sit down but Sam’s arm keeps you to his side. He looks at you then at Natasha.

‘’Oh.’’ You turn to look at Natasha. ‘’Sam wants me to tell you that I’m not mad at him and that he’s forgiven and to please not hurt him and make it look like an accident.’’

Natasha narrows her eyes, looking at Sam. ‘’I’ll think about it.’’

You look up at Sam. ‘’Satisfied?’’

‘’Not really, but I think that’s as good as it’s gonna get.’’ He takes his arm off of you and sits back down.

You walk back to the couch and sit next to Bucky. You turn your head to look at him and you are surprised to see how tense he looks. Especially when the two of you had been laughing like children less than 5 minutes ago.

‘’Hey.’’ You whisper to get his attention. He turns his head and looks at you. ‘’You ok?’’

You see him relax and he smiles. ‘’All good.’’

You had been too busy laughing with Sam and talking to Nat that you had missed the way Bucky was glaring at Sam when he saw his arm around you.

The remainder of the night went without a hitch. You got to know all of them and about the club. They explained to you what the club was and how it worked, you had no idea how structured a M.C. was until now.

‘’Ok, so if I understand. Steve is the president.’’ Steve nods. ‘’Bucky’s the VP.’’ Bucky nods. ‘’Sam’s the sergeant at arms, whatever that means.’’ Sam nods. ‘’Peter’s the prospect and then Clint, Vis and Tony are regular members and Bruce’s the secretary/treasurer?’’

Everybody cheered. ‘’She finally got it right.’’

‘’I’m learning Tony, stop making fun of me.’’ You pout.

‘’Oh, poor princess. I promise you’ll get over it.’’

‘’We’re using nicknames now, are we? Fine, old man.’’

Tony laughs and stands up. ‘’All right kids, time for the adults to go to bed.’’

Bruce stands up followed by Clint, Vis and Peter.

‘’Everybody’s leaving?’’

‘’Nah toots. No one rides alone, especially not at night.’’ Bucky explains to you.

‘’Drive safe guys.’’ You smile at them as they leave and turn to Nat. ‘’What time is it?’’

She checks her phone. ‘’1:30.’’

‘’Ugh. I need to go if I ever want to go back to a normal sleeping schedule.’’

You move to the edge of the couch and stretch, raising your hands over your head. You had been sitting for hours without moving and your whole body felt numb. Bucky pulls you back against his chest and puts his arm around your waist to keep you in place.

‘’You can sleep right here.’’ He hugs you, making you laugh.

‘’Do I even want to know what was done on this couch?’’ You joke.

Steve laughs. ‘’It’s probably best if you don’t.’’

‘’Then I’m definitely going to sleep in my own bed.’’

Bucky laughs. ‘’Well I don’t mind sleeping on this couch.’’

‘’Of course not, probably 99% of what’s on it came from you.’’ Steve rolls his eyes.

‘’Ew. I’m officially grossed out.’’ You stand up quickly.

‘’You ok to drive?’’ Nat asks.

‘’Yes, mom. I’ll just go grab my things from the kitchen and I’ll come say good night before leaving.’’

The second you leave the room, Bucky turns and glares at Steve. ‘’Did you really need to make that comment about the couch?’’

‘’Why not? it’s true.’’ He shruggs. Not seeing what the big deal was.

Bucky shakes his head, annoyed at Steve. ‘’You don’t have to remind her that I sleep around any chance you get.’’

Bucky usually doesn't really care if people know about his sex life, he's not ashamed of it but Steve knows that Bucky really cares about what people think of him when they truly matter to him. Bucky seems to really care about what is said about him when you're around and he gets annoyed easily whenever someone says something that makes him look bad.

"Interesting." Steve says under his breath, thinking out loud.

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As always the cute dividers were made by the talented @firefly-graphics

So here it is, the first chapter of my new series. I hope you enjoyed it. Feedback is always appreciated. If there's any interest, I can make a taglist for this story.

Though I mentionned most of the Avengers, the story will mainly focus on Bucky, Steve, Sam, Natasha and Peter. As I said, this story is loosely based on SoA so there will be some similarities (ex; the garage and the lot).

Thank you for reading!

“I can’t sleep with you forever on my mind”

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