#plant!dad bucky x reader
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Rooted in Love
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader (Plant!Dad Bucky and he's beefy!)
Word Count: 1,740
Summary: You and Bucky run into each other (literally) while plant shopping.
Author's Note: So a few days ago a friend shared the amazing art done by @nalonzooo and I immediately fell in love with her plant!dad bucky! Please go check out her page, it will just make you so happy! Her art was the inspo for this story and will be for the rest of this Universe- which I already plan to do more of! Thank you all so much for reading and thank you @nalonzooo for sharing your beautiful work! And thank you to my lovely friends @witchywithwhiskey @vonalyn and @biteofcherry for your support and help! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy!🥰
Warnings: Fluffy sweet fluff, plants and Alpine!
You hand the money to the cashier with a smile and gently cradle your new plant to your body before walking off toward the car. You’re not paying attention to where you’re going because you’re looking down and cooing over your new friend, a spider plant, whom you’ve aptly named Spidey.
Suddenly the sun goes out of view and a shadow falls over you just before you walk straight into what feels like a wall.
“Oof, shit,” you mutter, juggling your spider plant and thankfully managing to hold on to it. “I’m sorry!” you quickly add, now looking up.
You can barely see the person behind all the green leaves and fronds but you do hear a deep voice say, “no doll, I’m sorry! I can barely see where I’m going and should probably have gotten a cart. Are you ok?”
Your giggle escapes without warning but you assure him you’re fine.
“Um, do you want some help? I only have one plant so I can take one or two off your hands.”
He stands there for a moment, clearly contemplating you’re offer. “You know what, that would be great!” he says finally. “Can you grab the two smaller ones here.”
His body shifts so you can take two plants that are resting precariously on his forearm.
“Sure!”
You reach over and carefully take them from him, revealing something you were not at all expecting.
There’s a fluffy white cat curled up in the crook of his arm, it’s blue eyes peering at you with curiosity.
“Oh how cute!” you squeal.
Plant guy chuckles. “That’s Alpine. He’s very friendly so you can say hi if you want.”
Your hand immediately shoots out to rub Alpine gently on the head and then scratch behind his ears.
“He’s so sweet and handsome,” you gush.
After several moments spent doting on Alpine you realize poor plant guy is still standing there holding way too many plants.
“Oh shit,” you mumble. “I’m sorry! You’re totally standing here waiting to go to your car and carrying a whole forest and here I am just petting your cat like it’s nothing.”
“It’s really ok doll,” he says. “I appreciate the help and Alpine loves the attention.”
You try to peek around the large leaves to get a look at this guy’s face but you can’t really make out more than a black hat and the outline of a dark shadow of hair lining his sculpted jaw.
But when he says, “my car is just over here,” and he starts walking to the parking lot you get a better glimpse of the rest of him and can’t help the way your breath hitches.
“Damn…” you whisper to yourself.
He’s tall, with long thick legs and broad shoulders and an ass you already want to grab hold of.
“Well,” he starts. “My keys are in my back pocket and uh…”
You put the plants you’re holding down onto the pavement and hold out your hands. “Here give me a couple more this way you can free up a hand.”
“Good idea,” he says with a chuckle. “I was about to ask you to reach into my pocket but that wouldn’t be appropriate before at least a date right?”
You bite your lip to stifle your laugh, thinking that you wouldn’t have minded at all.
As you take three more plants from him you get a clear view of his face and you can’t help but stare.
Sparkling blue eyes meet yours, framed by long, dark lashes and as your gaze sweeps over the rest of his face you realize he’s literally gorgeous.
“Hi,” you say far too breathily.
“Hey doll,” he answers with a megawatt smile but seemingly oblivious to your obvious appreciation as he opens the trunk and starts to place the plants down.
As he’s lightening the load of foliage Alpine starts to crawl up his arm until he’s settled comfortably on his shoulder.
Once his hands are free he extends one to you. “I’m James, but you can call me Bucky.”
“Bucky,” you repeat, then give him your name. “How did you get that from James?”
He huffs out a laugh. “James Buchanan Barnes is my full name and my family shortened the middle and stuck with it.”
“That makes sense then,” you say lightly.
“Thanks again for the help. I’d probably still be wandering around the parking lot looking for my car if it weren’t for you,” he admits, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink.
“Glad I could help,” you say, meaning it. “You must have a lot of space for all these.”
You sweep your arm out, motioning to his trunk full of plants.
“Yeah, well…I mean sorta. It’s kinda gettin’ like a Tetris game, but I’ll make it work.”
He looks down at your feet, just now noticing your plant.
“I see you got a spider plant,” he says. “New plant parent?”
You nod before starting to bend down and pick it up. He stops you with a soft hand to your shoulder. “I’ll get it and let me walk you to your car at least.”
He grabs the plant and you see Alpine cling tighter to his shirt and shoulder. A few strands of hair fall loose from his hat and around his ear and when he stands again Alpine starts batting at them.
You cover your mouth, hoping your giggle won’t be heard but Bucky narrows his eyes playfully before explaining, “this cat is a menace.”
“Does he behave around all your plants?” you ask. “I bet they’re fun to bat around.”
You start to walk toward your car which is on the other side of the parking lot, chatting as you go.
“Actually, he does. I rescued him when he was just a kitten and started collecting plants around the same time so he’s used to them and knows he’s not allowed to mess around.”
You reach up and give Alpine a soft pat, cooing at him before you continue.
“I really hope I don’t kill this one,” you sigh, now glancing over at Spidey. “I love plants but they don’t love me.”
“That was me too,” he tells you. “It actually took me two spider plants before I got the hang of it. I still feel bad about the first two.”
“This is my third,” you say quietly, making a face. “Third plant. Not spider plant specifically. But to be fair the first two were definitely not starter plants. I don’t know what I was thinking…well, I do. They were really pretty, with these beautiful flowers- I love flowers- and I wanted them so…”
“I get it doll,” he says, “we all like pretty things.”
He looks at you, holding your stare and when you smile knowingly you see the pink creep along his cheeks again.
“So how many plants do you have?” you ask with a smirk.
“Umm,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck. “Let’s see…I mean there’s the kitchen and that’s probably one, two, three, four…and then the living room…one, two, three, four, five…” he continues on, talking mostly to himself as he counts and lifts his left hand to finish.
You notice he’s wearing a leather glove and when he’s done getting his final count he looks from you to where your eyes are focused.
“So if I’m counting right that’s over twenty-five plants,” he says sheepishly. “And uh…old war injury.” He twinkles the fingers on his left hand at you with a lopsided smirk.
“A plant connoisseur and a war hero,” you say, hoping your tone comes off as genuine as you mean it. “And you have the best cat!”
He brightens at your words and tugs Alpine from his shoulder, cradling him in the crook of his arm. His tight Henley does nothing to hide the bulge of his bicep and the best you can do is try to focus on how cute the cat is so you don’t blurt out any of the lascivious thoughts racing through your mind.
“He is the best cat!” Bucky boasts.
Bucky leans closer to you, as if he’s telling you a deep, dark secret, his voice low. “I have this plant on my balcony that attracts a lot of butterflies and he’s so good that he won’t even try to swat at them. He just sits on my chair and watches them all afternoon! But never goes after one.”
“Best. Cat. Ever.” You proclaim, scratching under Alpine’s chin. “And I bet they are beautiful to watch.”
“If you love flowers you’d love the plants on my balcony!” he says excitedly. “It’s like a rainbow. And I have this indoor desert rose plant that’s just incredible and my gardenia’s not only look amazing but they smell amazing too.”
Your smile only grows as he continues chattering on about all his flowering plants but he must realize he’s been rambling because he suddenly trails off and his eyes get wide.
“Oh man,” he stammers. “Shit, doll. I’m sorry. That was a lot.” He shifts his weight from foot to foot.
“I don’t mind at all,” you tell him honestly. “I think it’s wonderful. Actually, I’m hoping you can give me some tips to keep Spidey alive.”
You pat the plant pot and then delicately rub one of the long, thin leaves.
“Spidey,” he says with a big smile. “I love that. And I name mine too.”
“Phew,” you say. “Thought I was going to be the weird one on that.”
“Tell you what,” he says. “I’d love to help you keep Spidey alive but only if you agree to meet me for coffee this weekend.”
You tap your finger to your chin, pretending to think it over. “What do you think Alpine?”
The cat blinks at you then meows loudly.
“He said you should,” Bucky interjects. “That was definitely a yes.”
“In that case, definitely a yes,” you say.
“That’s great doll!” Bucky replies with a grin. “How about Saturday?”
“Sounds perfect.”
After you exchange numbers and agree on a coffee shop between your two apartments you say goodbye.
“Thanks again for your help and I’m really looking forward to our coffee date,” he says, then clamps his mouth shut.
He stares at you with wide eyes again. “I uh…I didn’t mean date…what I meant was…”
“It’s ok,” you say softly, stepping closer and kissing his cheek. “I’m looking forward to our date too.”
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Riding Lessons
Pairing: Dbf!Bucky X Reader
Summary: You’ve just passed your knowledge test and now you need someone to teach you how to ride. Who better than your dad’s best friend?
Warnings: Language, Fluff, Smut, Age Gap (Reader is 21, Bucky is mid-forties),
Word Count: 3.8K
A/n: I have a new obsession and it’s dbf!bucky. Anyway, I hope y’all enjoy this and I love you all very much!
~*~
You straddle the bike, feet planted firmly on the ground as your hands grip the handlebars.
“It’s heavier than I thought!” You tell your dad with an excited grin.
He only chuckles and pats your right hand.
“Yeah, it’ll take some getting used to.”
“Hey, Kid, be careful on that. Don't want you to hurt yourself,” A new, cockier voice says.
You hold back a shiver and an eye-roll as Bucky emerges from your house, a bottle of beer in hand.
“She just passed her knowledge test,” your dad says proudly, a smile on his face. You grin right back at him and nod, your eyes flickering to his best friend for just a moment.
“Now I just need to get in some practice with a good teacher.”
Your dad nods before his face lights up, and you can almost see the lightbulb over his head.
“Maybe Bucky could teach you how to ride!” He suggests, an innocent smile on his face.
Your bottom lip immediately goes between your teeth at the innuendo and you look over at the huge tattooed brunet whose eyes are now focused on you.
His steel-blue eyes get dark as he imagines you riding not only his bike, but his cock, too.
“Yeah, I could give you some lessons if you want, Kid. Can’t promise I’ll be the best teacher, but I’ll give it a shot,” he says after a moment, watching you lick your lips.
His nickname for you is a constant reminder that your crush is just that: a crush. Never to be more than a dream.
And, although being near him is hard enough to do without your panties getting wet, he’s been riding for almost thirty years. Where else are you gonna find a better -and cheaper- teacher?
“Sure, that’d be great, Bucky. Thanks.”
He nods, “it’s gonna cost you, though. Each lesson I expect a case of beer, yeah? Maybe a pizza, too.”
You roll your eyes but nod nonetheless.
“Can we get started now? I wanna be able to ride before the summer’s over.”
He swallows hard before answering, his wicked brain once again conjuring up images of you naked on his lap, bouncing on his cock. Those perfect tits in his face and that tight-
“Yeah, I, uh, I’m not doing anything later. I could swing by with one of my bikes, show you the ropes and whatnot,” he offers, shifting his weight to try and hide his growing erection.
“That’d be amazing! Thank you so much!” The excitement in your eyes does little to stop his swelling cock, but, thankfully, your father grabs your attention before you can notice the tent in his pants.
“Mark got tickets to the hockey game tonight, but you know you’re always welcome here, Buck. It’s not too late for you to change your mind about coming with me,” your dad says, already knowing the answer.
Hockey isn’t Bucky’s favourite sport, and he’s got much better plans for tonight.
He wrinkles his nose and shakes his head, “no thanks. Tell the guys I say ‘hi’, though. And make sure you invite them to the barbecue, yeah?”
Your dad nods easily then heads inside the house, leaving you alone in the garage with Bucky.
Nervous winds give life beneath the wings of the butterflies in your stomach, and you nibble on your bottom lip.
“I’ll probably swing by around six. I expect a pizza and a pack of beer to be waiting, got it?”
You raise your eyebrows at him, “you’re gonna drink and teach me to drive?”
He chuckles and takes a step toward you, towering over you and looking into your eyes, “honey, I’m a grown man. A beer or two isn’t gonna put me over the limit. Besides, you’re not gonna be riding that thing fully today, anyway. Maybe you’ll make it out of the driveway, but I doubt it.”
You frown but nod, slightly intimidated by the man in front of you.
He slowly takes a step around you, taking a subtle inhale and holding back a groan at the sweet scent of raspberries wafting from your skin.
He walks over to his restored Camaro and slides in, giving you a raise of his fingers in farewell, before peeling out of the driveway and out of sight.
~*~
You spend the next several hours worrying about your lesson with Bucky.
You’ve only had a crush on the man for years, and now you’re getting to be alone with him. You’re not sure if you should swoon or combust.
The second option is definitely looking more appealing when you hear him pull up to your house, his bike rumbling.
With a deep breath and a final fix of your hair, you venture downstairs and outside, grabbing the pizza and beer on the way.
“Hey, Kid. I see you brought my payment,” Bucky says, a grin on his face when he sees you.
You smile, trying your best not to be shy but he makes it so hard.
His huge body takes up so much space in the garage, thick thighs straddling a Ducati.
“Yeah, hope you don’t get too carried away before actually teaching me, though,” you tease, setting everything down on one of the tables against the wall.
He only chuckles and kicks down the kickstand, then gets off of his bike to grab a beer.
“First I want you to tell me where the throttle is,” he says, popping the cap off with his belt buckle then bringing it to his lips.
You watch, entranced, as his pink lips wrap around the bottle. A drop of liquid trickles from the corner of his mouth down his chin, and you follow it with your eyes as it trails down his neck and then disappears beneath the collar of his shirt.
Bucky watches you as you stare at him, and he can’t help the pride that blooms in his chest when you pull your bottom lip into your mouth.
Slowly, he lowers the bottle and wipes the drop up, then takes a step toward you.
“C’mon, sweetheart. You gonna show me what you know?”
His voice snaps you back to the present and you raise your eyes to his, embarrassment filling you as you realize he caught you staring.
“Uh, the throttle is here,” you whisper, walking over to your bike and touching the right handlebar.
“Perfect. How do you get on a bike? Show me.” He could just ask you to explain it, but he wants to see you straddle the bike.
You walk to the left side then step over the seat, your hands coming to rest on the handlebars instinctively.
“Nice. Now, where is the rear brake?” He asks, stepping closer to the front of the bike to watch as you point just in front of the right footpeg.
“Now, front brake?”
Your fingers lightly graze the lever on the handlebar in front of the throttle.
“Gear shift and clutch?”
You point to the pedal in front of the left footpeg, then the lever behind the left handlebar.
“Look at you go. Where’s the kill switch?”
Your fingers dance over the button beside the right handlebar and he nods proudly.
“Very nice. Okay, I want you to kick the kickstand up and then just stand there, balance the weight of the bike, okay? That’s a big thing is getting used to how it feels to have something so big between your legs.”
Your core dampens at his words and your gaze drops to his crotch for just a moment before you do as instructed.
The bike is heavy between your legs, and you plant your feet to try and maintain control.
“Just like that, good girl.” It slips through his lips before he can stop it and you instantly melt into a puddle of arousal.
The bike wobbles and Bucky steps forward, grabbing the handlebars to stop it from toppling and taking you with it.
“Easy there,” he murmurs, his hands covering yours and squeezing as he steadies the machine.
You regain your strength and nod, holding the bike tighter.
“So now just walk it back and forth, okay? I’m gonna move with you until you get comfortable with the weight.”
You nod then take a deep breath and push the bike forward slowly.
Each step is small and wobbly, but after a few minutes, you start to get the hang of it.
“Okay, honey, I’m gonna step away so you can really feel it. I’ll be right beside you though.”
You nod and watch as he steps aside, slowly pushing forward and back again.
You give him an excited smile and he grins right back.
“Now start her up! You’ll be good in neutral, then I'll show you how to kick it into gear.”
You start the bike and it rumbles to life beneath you, the vibration shaking you slightly.
“Now, pull in the clutch and kick down on the gearshift into first gear.”
You do exactly that, keeping a firm grip on the clutch.
“Slowly let go of the clutch. Don’t give it any throttle yet,” he instructs, stepping beside you as you follow his directions.
The bike creeps forward and you instinctively squeeze the clutch again, squealing when you teeter away from him.
Bucky lunges forward, one arm coming across your legs to grab the side of the bike while the other grabs you, his hand resting half on your ass, half on your back.
He looks up at you to make sure you’re okay, but you can’t breathe.
He’s looking at you through his lashes, lips parted and pupils wide.
“Don’t let it scare you,” he teases softly, slowly rising up to his full height. His hand moves from the bike to your thigh while the other hand stays on your back, and you need to crane your neck to look at him.
He watches you as you lean your head back to look at him and he can’t help but wonder what your pretty face would look like if he were to spit on it right now.
Or cum on it.
God, he knows you'd look so pretty all covered in his cum, mascara running down your cheeks.
He wants to grab your face and shove his cock in your mouth.
Your innocent eyes look up at him, lashes fluttering, and it takes everything in him not to stroke your lips with his thumb.
He looks so intimidating from here. So tall and big and- your eyes drop down to his crotch only to widen comically.
Hard.
He’s hard.
And he’s fucking huge.
Your eyes dart back up to his and he has to hold back a chuckle at the wonder written across your face.
So many nasty thoughts swim through his mind. There are a thousand things he wants to say and none of them are appropriate given the fact that you’re his best friend’s daughter.
Instead, he takes a slow step back, then another, then walks to the table along the wall to grab another beer.
“We’re gonna try something a little bit different now, okay?”
You nod, even though he can’t see you.
He walks back to you and steps over the back of your bike, straddling it and nudging you forward a bit until you’re as far forward as you can comfortably sit.
“Okay, I’m gonna explain everything, and you’re just gonna do what I say.”
A shiver races down your spine and all he wants to do is grab a handful of your hair and fuck you until you’re crying.
You nod, like the obedient little girl he knows you are, and a grin grows on his face.
“Ease up on the clutch again. We’re gonna walk in a little circle. I’ve got you, honey.” He’s one hundred percent doing this on purpose now, but he doesn't care.
The way you looked at him after seeing his erection is enough for him to know you’re not exactly opposed to whatever’s happening.
You ease up on the clutch and try to focus on the machine beneath you, not the heat radiating off of the man behind you. The man who now has one hand resting on your waist while the other holds his beer.
You pull forward slowly, then push on the right handlebar slightly, a jolt of excitement going through you as you move to the left.
“There you go, baby, just like that,” he whispers, his breath dusting over the back of your neck.
You clench your thighs around the bike, desperate for some friction against your dripping core.
You do another turn slowly but surely, walking your feet alongside the bike, and the hand on your waist gives you a squeeze.
“Fuck, you’re doing so well for me, sweetheart.”
You squeeze the clutch and the brake hard, clenching your hands into as tight of fists as you can manage, and you lurch forward, your heart racing as your core throbs.
The sudden stop surprises Bucky, and he bumps into you harder than anticipated, sending his beer spilling across your shirt.
You gasp, arching away from the cold liquid.
“Sorry, kid. Here, put it back in neutral and shut it down. I think we can call it a night. I’ll help you clean up.” Is he hoping he’ll be able to catch a glimpse of you in just your bra? Absolutely. Is he ashamed? Not as much as he should be.
You do as instructed, waiting until after he gets up to move because you’re sure you’ll leave a wet spot on the seat.
You only get up when his back is turned, and then you wipe the seat quickly.
“You coming?”
Your eyes dart to his and, judging based on the knowing grin on his face, you weren’t as discrete as you thought you were.
“Y-yeah.”
You follow him into the house, closing the garage door tightly behind you.
He leads the way to the laundry room and you slowly follow, your heart racing at all the different dirty thoughts swirling through your mind.
He waits in the doorway while you step into the cool room, your back to him as you take a deep breath.
This is it. This is where a line is crossed and your relationship with your dad’s best friend will change.
You pull your wet shirt over your head and toss it into the washing machine, turning to look at the older man.
He stares at you, his dark eyes focused on your chest.
“Looks like I spilled a little on there, too,” he murmurs, his eyes slowly finding yours.
You hold his gaze as you unclasp your bra and let it drop to the floor, your breasts bare and your nipples hard.
Slowly, he steps forward, his eyes never leaving yours as he approaches.
You tilt your head back when he comes to a stop in front of you, your chest rising and falling rapidly with your quick breaths.
“That’s better. Doesn’t it feel nice to be out of those sticky wet clothes?” He asks softly, his fingers lightly dusting over your sides.
Goosebumps rise on your skin and you nod, unable to form a sentence.
“You’ve got a little bit here, though. Don’t want it to stick.” He drops his head down, warm tongue darting out to lick up a drop of beer that found your skin.
A gasp leaves your mouth and your hands come up instinctively to grab his shoulders.
Taking that as a green light, the big man in front of you grabs you by the waist and hoists you up, dropping his hold to your hips when you wrap your legs around his waist.
His erection presses against your core and you can’t help but moan softly in his ear at the feeling of it.
He sits you on top of the washing machine and forces his way between your legs, holding your chin with one hand and forcing you to look at him.
Your eyes are hooded and you swear if he doesn’t touch you soon you’re going to explode.
“Do you want something, pretty girl?” He asks, pink lips pulled into a smile when you nod.
“Ask for it then, be a big girl.”
You lean your forehead against his chest and whine. You can’t help but feel tiny before him.
“Please, Bucky. I want you to touch me.”
Your words go straight to his cock and he can’t do anything to stop himself from doing exactly what you want.
One of his hands finds your breast, toying with your nipple while the other hand dips into your pants with practiced ease.
“Jesus, you’re soaked, sweetheart. Is this all for me, babygirl?” He already knows the answer, but seeing you all flustered is adorable and makes him want to fuck you even more.
“Yeah,” you whisper, pulling back to look up at him as he slides a finger inside of you.
He doesn’t have much room to work within the confines of your pants, but he makes do with what he has, one finger massaging your g-spot while another rubs your clit.
“O-oh! Like that, fuck... just like that...” your mouth drops open in a silent moan and he grins.
He leans forward and wraps his mouth around your other nipple and you toss your head back, arching your back and further pushing your chest into his mouth.
“Please... I’m gonna cum...”
He continues his assault on your young body, watching through dark eyes as you fall apart because of him, as your tight young cunt clenches around his fingers and fuck, he can’t wait to get his cock in you.
The front door opens and you hear your dad’s voice call out to you, making your eyes widen.
Bucky doesn't stop. He doesn’t even slow down.
No, he keeps his hand between your legs, determined to make you cum whether your dad finds out or not.
“You’d better answer him, sweetheart,” he whispers around your nipple, his teeth scraping against the bud.
You whimper softly and nod, bucking your hips into his hand as he continues working you closer and closer to that edge.
“I-I’m just grabbing a shirt!” You call, your voice faltering when Bucky bites your nipple roughly.
“Is Bucky still here?”
You bite your lip to try and hold back a moan as the coil in your belly tightens almost to the point of snapping.
“Answer him,” the man whispers from between your legs, scraping his teeth up your neck.
“Uh, yeah... somewhere,” you call, brows drawing together as you feel it coming.
“Okay. I’m gonna get changed, I’ll be back down in a minute.”
“O-Okay.”
Bucky licks your cheek then holds your throat, squeezing just hard enough to cut off your air.
Your mouth drops open in a silent scream of pleasure and he grins, feeling your walls clamp down around his fingers.
“There you go, there’s my good girl. Such a good girl, cumming for me like that,” he whispers against your skin, peppering kisses wherever he can reach as he fucks you through your climax.
Finally, he releases your throat and pulls his fingers from between your legs, and you suck in a huge breath, body like jell-o as he licks his fingers.
“Find a shirt then come on out, I’m sure your old man wants to know how good you were for me,” he whispers, grabbing a handful of your hair and tugging your head back.
He plants a sloppy, erotic kiss on your mouth, then steps away from you and leaves the laundry room, fixing his erection on the way.
You stay there, panting on the washing machine for a long while before slowly climbing down on shaky legs.
You find a shirt and yank it over your head, then venture out to find your dad and Bucky.
The two of them are in the living room, sharing the pizza and some beer.
You take a seat next to Bucky, your thighs still shaking a bit, and smile at your dad.
“So how was the lesson?” He asks around a mouthful of food.
“It was good. He’s a good teacher.” You try to keep your voice level, you really do, but it’s hard to act normal while you recover from the most intense orgasm of your life.
“Nah, she’s just a good listener, picks up on things quickly. Real good at doing what she’s told.” Bucky’s hand squeezes your thigh and your dad nods, hardly paying attention.
“How was the game?” With those three words, Bucky has your dad launching into a detailed story of the hockey game. Thoroughly distracted, your dad doesn't notice when his best friend slips his hand higher on your leg to cup your mound.
You cross your legs and bite your bottom lip, hoping he doesn't notice anything.
When Bucky gets a little too daring, you stand up.
“I uh, I’m gonna go to bed. Thank you, Bucky, for the lesson.”
He nods, dark eyes on yours and filled with something that looks a little intimidating.
“Of course. If you’re free tomorrow night, maybe we can actually get you on the road, show you how it feels to actually ride.”
You swallow hard and nod, unable to look away.
“Goodnight, kiddo. I’ll see you in the morning.”
You turn without another word and race up the stairs as fast as your shaking legs can manage, your core throbbing with each step.
You try to fall asleep, you really do, but you can’t get the image of him out of your mind. Even when your fingers dip into your panties to try and alleviate the tingling between your thighs, nothing helps.
Now that you’ve had a taste of him, you know nothing will ever feel as good.
“I didn't tell you to leave,” his voice suddenly whispers from the doorway.
You snap your gaze over to him and yank your hand from between your thighs, your heart racing at the intrusion.
He steps into your room and shuts the door softly behind himself, his eyes dark and his cock straining in his pants.
“M-my dad-”
“Is asleep. Knocked on his ass from all that beer. It’s just you and me, babygirl. And I plan on finishing what we started.”
You swallow hard and scoot back on your bed as he approaches, his eyes focused on your face.
“Now, someone was a bad girl and left before I told her she could. Do you have anything you wanna say for yourself?” His hand comes up to hold your face, squeezing your cheeks and forcing your lips to pucker.
“I’m sorry,” you mumble, eyes wide and focused on his.
He nods, eyeing you closely, and then he pushes your mouth open further and spits in it.
“I don’t think you are, not yet. But you will be. I’m gonna show you what happens when you don’t let me have what’s mine.”
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Sun to Me
If there is one thing Bucky Barnes remembers about his mother, it is that she told him to find someone who plants flowers in the darkest parts of him. If there is one thing Bucky Barnes knows about Reader, it is that they grow him to the clouds.
A/N: Okay, so. (1) Thank you all so much for the incredible response to my last fic, "Timeless." It's given me the motivation to keep writing fics for y'all. (2) Apparently my inspiration strictly comes from music; thus this Zach Bryan "Sun to Me" inspired fic. Enjoy!
Genre: Fluff / WC: 1,049
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x G!N Reader
Rating: PG / Warning(s): N/A
Note: I do not own the character Bucky Barnes or any other Marvel affiliated characters.
You do not have permission to copy or repost my work; however, feel free to like, comment, and reblog.
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Children rarely grasp the concept of marriage when they're little. They understand that their parents get married because they love each other, and that's about as far as it goes. Children rarely grasp the concept of different types of love when they're little. They understand that their parents love each other, and they understand that their parents love them, but that's about as far as it goes. Bucky Barnes was no exception to this human truth when he was young. He remembers being 5 or 6--lifetimes ago--telling his mother he was going to marry her. He loved his ma: you marry the people you love.
Winnifred had gently taken her son in her arms, sitting on their solid living room couch.
"My darling boy," she had said, "you can't marry me. I'm your ma."
Bucky had made a face, protesting. "I love you, though!" He had argued with his mother. "You said people marry people they love."
"I did say that," Winnifred agreed, "but the way I love your father is different than the way I love you. You don't get it now, but one day, you'll meet someone wonderful. When you meet that person, you'll understand what I mean."
Bucky had made a face, scrunching his eyebrows together and biting his lip in confusion.
"James," his mother had said, "you'll find someone someday, somewhere that plants flowers in the darkest parts of you--someone who grows you to the clouds. You'll find someone who loves you the way I love your dad. I promise, sweetheart."
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Bucky wakes to your alarm blaring--your third, if he counted right. He had woken up three times now to the blaring alarm that you have snoozed just as many times, not stirring more than you have to to pause the incessant noise. Bucky lie in your shared bed, staring at the ceiling and sure he would be unable to fall back asleep for a fourth time. Tiredly, he looked over to the digital clock on his nightstand, reading the taunting 5:32 A.M. in the aggressive red. Running a hand over his tired face, he is about to pull himself out of bed and start his day, but he looks beside him first.
There you are, fast asleep, ignoring every attempt your alarm makes to rouse you. He briefly thinks you're going to oversleep, but he also knows you set alarms earlier than you need to wake up to account for each time you hit snooze.
You're sprawled across your side of the bed, your legs tangling with his and arms tied around your pillow. It's only then that he realizes his legs have gone numb from being pressed beneath your own. He can't bring himself to care, though.
As he watches you sleep--your chest slowly rising and falling as you breathe--he smiles softly. He decides right then that anything he could possibly choose to do at 5:32 A.M. is not nearly as appealing as lying with his partner.
Bucky then rolls onto his side, letting his left arm wrap around you, pulling you close. He breathes in the smell of your shampoo, and he thinks it's something floral. The smell reminds him of his mother--a lifetime ago--telling him to find someone who grows flowers in the darkest parts of him. It's funny, he thinks, that a smell could pull out such a memory that the brainwashing and science experimenting had fought to erase completely, but he is glad it did.
He misses his mother for a moment. He had lost her so early on, but he remembers how he loved her, how she loved him. He remembers then how his mother had assured him the way they loved each other would be different than how he loves you. He can't help but laugh softly to himself. You were right, Ma, he thinks, I understand now.
You really are something special. You are the kind of person he thinks his mother would have loved. Your kind disposition, your intelligence, your strength: just you. You are the kind of person, too, that took his history, his scars, and his damaged heart and sowed a plentiful garden. You planted flowers in his soul where there had been thorns. You watered the sprouts every night to allow them to eventually bloom. You were there for every nightmare, every court appearance, every fight. You were there to pick up the pieces when he felt most broken. You were there to grow him to the clouds.
He hopes he has been the same for you.
A fourth alarm starts blaring, screaming for you to wake up. The fourth alarm takes the title as the final alarm as you clumsily grab your cellphone, looking at it just enough to turn it off. You drop your phone next to you on the bed before turning around in your lover's arms.
"Mornin', handsome," you say before letting out a yawn.
"Good morning, Doll," he replies easily, gently swiping a stray hair away from your eyes with his finger. "You know, you slept through 3 alarms this morning," he says with a teasing (albeit slightly annoyed) tone.
You groan. "I'm sorry."
"It's alright. Gave me time to just hold you."
You hum happily, leaning forward to softly kiss his lips. He happily reciprocates. When the two of you part, he smiles at you.
"I remembered something."
"Was it actually 4 alarms?" You ask playfully.
Bucky chuckles and leans his forehead against yours.
"Nah, it was just 3," he assures you. "I remembered something my ma told me."
"Oh!" You exclaim, a little surprised. "That's an early memory!"
He grins. "Yeah, it is."
"So? What'd she tell you?"
"She told me that somewhere, someday, I'd find someone who grows flowers in the darkest parts of me. Someone who grows me to the clouds. I was, like, 6, I think, so it made no sense when she said it to me."
You smile softly, letting your hand cup his face tenderly. You don't say anything, though, opting to let him share his newfound memory at his own pace.
"But I get it now. It took a literal century, but I get it now. You're the person Ma told me I'd find."
"Can I tell you a secret, Buck?"
"Anything, Doll."
"I love you, too."
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I'll be back
Winterwidow x daughter!reader
Summary: You miss Bucky when he leaves for a mission.
A/N: Sorry I haven't been posting! I've been really busy and had not motivation to write! Request is at the bottom <3
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Bucky had found himself on another long gruelling mission. Another day he had to leave his wife Natasha and their baby daughter Y/N.
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Bucky pressed a soft tender kiss to Natasha’s lips and a soft kiss to Y/N’s forehead. He always did this before he left for a mission. He always promised his return.
“I’ll be back before you know it,” Bucky said with a sweet smile playing on his lips. His hands were rubbing the soft hair of his baby daughter.
Bucky walked into the quinjet with Steve and Sam. He was already missing his two girls. He watched as the quinjet door shut and the figures of his wife and daughter disappeared out of sight.
Natasha sighed and adjusted the baby in her arms, kissing the top of your soft forehead. She turned around and walked back into the compound.
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Days turned into nights and nights turned into days, you were getting more restless. You were uninterested in your toys, taking a nap or even eating your favourite food. It was clear that the absence of your dad was taking its toll.
“C’mon sweetheart you have to eat something!” Natasha said with a sigh and pleading eyes. She watched you push away your bowl of food and shake your head.
“No!” You said, a pout plastered onto your lips with an evident frown. “Daddy!” She heard a little huff escape your lips. You couldn’t fully comprehend why your daddy was away or where he went, all you knew was that you wanted him here.
“Daddy’s not here sweetheart. He’ll be back soon I promise!” Nat said with a sweet smile. She had been exhausted for days straight, the sleepless nights of staying up with you since you weren’t sleeping were catching up to her.
As soon as Natasha said that, the door to the elevator dinged signalling it opened. At first, Nat thought it was just one of the other Avengers coming into the kitchen but when she looked up she saw the all-familiar face of none other than her husband, Bucky.
“Daddy! Daddy!” you giggled and pointed to Bucky as he approached the two of you. His strong arms wrapped around you as he lifted you out of your high chair, planting a soft kiss on your forehead again as he did.
Soon a sense of relief and peace had settled back into the compound. Y/N returned to her normal routines, she was sleeping well, eating well and playing well, just like before. Bucky was back home safe and sound, with his family.
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Pairing: DBF!Bucky x college!reader
Word Count: over 3K
Summary: You were hoping to sneak away after being at your fathers for a summer party, but Bucky has other ideas.
Warnings: Smut 18+ ONLY, oral (f receiving), fingering, edging, p in v sex, Bucky is a menace in this okay?
Part 1 || Bucky Masterlist || Masterpost
The sound of the party going on outside grew muffled as you shut the window to your old room.
Taking a deep breath, you sighed and let your shoulders drop into a slouch before you kicked off your heels, humming to yourself once your feet were finally flat on the floor again.
"Your bedroom is adorable."
You spun on your heel with a gasp, spotting Bucky in the doorway, eyeing your old room as he walked toward you and suddenly you wished you could hide all of the posters on the walls and the stuffed animals on the window seat.
Your father had invited the two of you to one of his summer parties, offering you to stay with him for the weekend since you don't see him much anymore. You'd come up for a break from putting on a charade in front of your father - acting like you didn't let his best friend rail you in the back of a car just a couple weeks ago.
You didn't expect Bucky to follow you.
"What are you doing up here?"
"I wanted a minute alone with you," He said, stepping toward you, "And I think I'm owed my prize."
The bet. He was playing poker with your dad and their friends and you'd made a bet with him. You'd texted him that if he won, he won you. And though there was a growing pool of slick in your panties from him just standing there, you couldn't do that here - you had to be smart about whatever this was.
You couldn't let your dad catch you.
You took a breath to steady yourself as he began to crowd you. The woodsy pine and bergamot of his cologne took over your senses, making you think of that night in his car with your back against the door. The same scents had filled the car, drowning you in him as he gave you one of the best orgasms of your life.
His hands reached out, brushing up the skin of your arms until they rested over your collar bones. You did your best to ignore the way your body reacted to his touch so easily, the way your core clenched around nothing at just the feel of his hands on your neck.
God you were addicted.
"Think about where we are," You said, shifting your weight, waving your hand to the window where, if either of you were to step any closer, everyone - including your father - in the backyard would see you.
"And?" He asked, sliding his hands from your neck down to your hips, gripping your sides and trying to pull you closer.
You did your best to hold your ground, planting your feet firmly under you. He sat on the edge of the bed when he realized you weren't giving in and looked up at you, confused.
"Bucky," You tried to pry his hands off your hips, though all he did was tighten his hold, "Bucky we can't."
"Why not?" He tugged you again, a little rougher this time, making your feet stumble towards him as you caught yourself on his shoulders.
"Because it's wrong," You whispered. You could feel your resolve slipping through your fingers like water. If you didn't stop this now, you weren't going to be able to later. It wasn't that you didn't want to, you just didn't want to get caught.
He nosed at the side of your neck, under your jaw before his breath fanned against you, "That's what makes it so much better."
You did your best to ignore the flame his teasing ignited in your core, weakly pushing his shoulders. "But not here."
"It's okay," He said into your skin, pulling you to sit over his thigh as he pushed it up to rub against your covered clit. "I already locked the door."
"What if they come looking for you?" You asked, biting the edge of your lip to keep the whine from escaping your throat as he rolled your hips over his thigh, the fabric of your dress sprawled over you both like a blanket.
"I told them I was headed to bed," He said, "Remember? I'm spending the night here, too."
How could you forget? When your father had told you about the arrangement, your brain had short circuited right there in the kitchen and it was a miracle you were able to come across as normal in your acknowledgement. You knew the two of you wouldn't be able to keep your hands to yourself, and you'd hoped that Bucky had gotten a hotel so maybe you could sneak off.
"What if he comes looking for me?" You asked, your voice thin as you whined at the pressure his thigh was giving you.
"He won't," His teeth grazed against your collar bone as he rocked your hips over his denim covered thigh, his hands moving down to hold the backs of your legs before they moved up under the fabric of your dress, his fingers digging into your ass before they tugged on the fabric of your panties.
"Let me have these," He muttered into your neck before pulling back to look at you.
"We shouldn't," You weakly argued and the look in his eyes was the only warning you got.
It was a blur when he suddenly stood, flipping you around to land on your back on the bed.
"You made a bet with me," He spoke into your calf as he planted kisses along your leg before he grabbed you by the ankles and pulled you to the edge of the bed, "I take bets very seriously."
He helped you sit up so he could reach around the back of your dress to unzip it, pulling it up and over your head before tossing it to the ground. He froze at the sight of you, eyes scanning over your body as he took in the matching red lingerie set that hugged you perfectly. Bucky lightly ran his hand over you, up your leg, your stomach, your chest - up to the front of your neck where he tightened his grip just under your jaw, soaking your panties even more.
"Who were you wearing this for, hm?" He asked, lightly pushing you back down.
You wore it for him, and he knew it, he just wanted to hear you say it. But you wanted to know what would happen if you could make him a little jealous. Rile him up a little bit. "That's none of your business, Bucky."
"It is now," He shucked off his button up shirt before undoing his belt, tossing them both to the ground before he kneeled on the bed at your feet, pushing your knees open. "Tell me."
You swallowed at the commanding tone in his voice and you couldn't help but be glad he hadn't rid you of your panties yet so he couldn't see you clenching around nothing. You kept your lips sealed as you stared up at him through your lashes, knowing he wasn't going to let the topic go.
"C'mon, honey," He drawled, his voice sweetening to get what he wanted from you. You let out a deep breath as you held your ground, watching the sweetness turn sickly in his eyes as he smirked at you.
"Not gonna tell?" He asked, knowing his answer as he reached forward and gripped your thighs. "You sure about that?"
You tipped your nose up at him, doing your best to ignore the warmth from his hands on your skin as he moved up your hips and grabbed the edges of your panties before pulling them down. He shoved your knees further apart as he got down, laying on his stomach in the little room that was left of the twin mattress.
"Last chance, sweetheart," His husky voice sends a shiver through you as he breathes over your folds. "Or you don't get to cum. Which is a shame cause you look so good when you do." You narrowed your eyes at him, brows scrunching at his smirk.
"You wouldn't." He didn't respond, he just continued to stare, waiting for an answer to his question. You held his gaze, testing him - daring him to follow through with it.
Without warning, his tongue swiped out at your clit before flattening and running slow over your folds, pulling a gasp from you as you wiggled in his hold. Closing his lips around your bundle of nerves, he groaned into you, the vibrations sending a jolt through your body, a moan bubbling up through your chest that you had to bite your lips to hold in.
"You want to test that theory?" He asked, eyeing you from his spot between your legs. You took a deep breath through your nose and pursed your lips, keeping your silence and he smirked before diving back in.
A whine pushed past your lips as you tried to keep it together, his tongue working through your folds as if he was a starved man. The feeling of his fingers pushing through your entrance had you groaning as you threw your head back.
It wasn't long before he had you at the edge, trying to grind down against his face or get his fingers deeper to push you over when he pulled his mouth off and removed his fingers.
You huffed, pulling your head up and glaring at him.
"Are you ready to tell me who you wore this for? Hm?" he asked, reaching up to tug on the bra that matched your discarded panties, trailing your arousal along your skin as he slid his hand back down your side.
You thought about it for a second. Sure, you could tell him and get the orgasm your body was craving now, or you could hold out a little longer, making that orgasm feel ten times better once you finally got it. So, you tipped your chin up, staring at him down the slope of your nose and he smirked.
"Have it your way," He muttered, "Let's see how long you last."
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"Fuck, Bucky please," You writhed under him, his arms holding your hips down so you couldn't get follow him as he pulled his mouth away again. You still hadn't told him what he wanted, and this was the fifth time he'd edged you, bringing you so close only to back up and watch as the frustration grew in your eyes.
"Answer the question, honey," He licked a stripe up your slit, "and I'll give you whatever you want."
"Fine," You huffed, propping yourself up on your elbows, "I wore it for you okay? I just thought we'd be able to sneak off somewhere not in the house."
He smirked up at you again, "Well that's just too bad isn't it?" He asked, "We didn't make it very far."
"I don't care, just please let me cum," You almost sobbed. You were fighting back frustrated tears and he cooed at you, reaching up to cup your cheek and pull on your bottom lip with his thumb.
"Tell me what you want," He ordered, holding incredibly still as he waited.
"Fuck me," You said probably too quickly but you didn't care, "Please, Bucky."
He crawled his way up your body and your hands shot out to his belt, undoing it and working the zipper as fast as you could. He chuckled into your neck before helping you out, getting rid of his pants and boxers in one motion before settling in between your legs, the underside of his cock resting against your slick folds.
"Ah, fuck," He sighed as he leaned back, gathering your slick and covering his shaft in it before lining himself up with your entrance. He pushed forward, sliding in with ease considering how worked up you were. He shuddered before grabbing your hips, pulling them up and sliding his knees under, propping you up and making his cock brush against that spongy spot.
He started rocking slowly, chuckling at your soft whine, your hands reaching for him, to try and pull him closer, to get him to go faster, something. But he caught your hands, holding them together with his left against your stomach, pushing against the slight bulge as he thrusted deep, earning a sharp gasp from you that ended in a moan.
The sound of the back door opening cut off your moan and your eyes shot open, your head lifting off the bed.
"Bucky, wait," You choked out, trying not to let a moan slip as he kept thrusting into you, "We can't get cau - " His free hand reached forward, planting his hand over your mouth.
"We won't," He growled down at you and you couldn't deny the flutter in your stomach the rumble of his voice caused. "As long as you stay quiet."
He moved his fingers to prod at your lips, "Open." He demanded and you couldn't stop your jaw from moving on its own, letting his middle and ring finger push in, resting on your tongue and flooding your taste buds with your own arousal.
You whined around his fingers as he rocked his hips into yours. He was listening to the laughter from downstairs, the clinking of glasses and beer bottles opening as he watched you. You were breathing deep through your nose, trying to hold yourself together as he still refused to stop his hips.
"God," he whispered, "you feel so fucking good."
After slowly dragging himself almost all the way out, he slammed into you, pressing his fingers down on your tongue as you choked back a moan. When he realized there was no squeak to your bed, he smirked down at you. That was the only warning you got before he set a brutal pace, leaning over you as his hips slammed into yours.
You moaned around his fingers again, holding back as much as you could as he kept hitting that spot over and over.
"Fuck, you take me so well. You were made for me, weren't you?" He asked and you nodded, humming around his fingers as he smirked down at you. He let your hands go, pushing your legs towards your chest without stopping his hips movements, the new angle making your eyes roll back.
"Don't you dare cum yet," He growled down at you as he pressed on your tongue again. "Not until I say so."
You did your best to nod, mumbling around his fingers as your hands reached under you to grab his thighs, raking your nails across what skin you could reach.
"Oh look at you," He grunted, "Always so pretty when you're stuffed, aren't you?"
All you could do was nod dumbly back, the only thing on your mind being fighting that orgasm until he gave you permission. You entirely missed the back door opening and closing again, followed by the silence downstairs and the voices outside.
The party had moved back outside.
You missed it, but Bucky didn't.
Once he was sure there wasn't anyone downstairs, he pulled his fingers from your mouth, moving them to circle your clit.
"Go on sweetheart," He moaned, "Let me hear you."
You shook your head as you bit your lip. He chuckled at you, "Don't worry, everyone's outside." He applied more pressure with his circling fingers, "But it's only a matter of time before they come back in, so let me hear you. Cum for me, sweetheart."
The tension in your belly snapped and your cunt clenched around him pulling a groan from his chest as he watched you throw your head back with a shout.
"There you go," He continued with his brutal pace and you could've sworn you could feel him in your chest, each thrust forcing the air out of your lungs before you got a chance to take a breath.
"Give me one more," He let your legs go, grabbing your hips and pulling you into him. With the angle change and the heavy hand he pressed onto your stomach, you felt yourself tumbling towards the edge again. "C'mon, give me another one."
You shook your head, "I can't - oh fuck - "
"Yes you can, you can take it, c'mon," He grunted out, "Be a good girl and give me another one."
Your orgasm washed over you again, white flooding your vision as your body tensed under his. One of his hands covered your mouth just in time, your scream vibrating against his palm. He slammed into you just a few more times, reveling in the feeling of your walls fluttering around him before he pulled out, finishing over your stomach.
Your legs were like jello when he finally moved them back down to the bed before he got up and started searching the floor. He eventually showed up next to you again, gently brushing a hand across your face.
"What do you want me to use to clean you up?" He asked, his voice soft as he caressed your skin.
You pointed to where your towels would be and it was only a matter of seconds before he was back wiping his mess off you. He pulled the blanket out from under you, placing it over your sweat slicked body and getting dressed again.
"I'll see you in the morning," He whispered, throwing a wink your way.
You wanted to reach out, to grab his hand and ask him to stay. But then you remembered where you were, and who you were.
You couldn't do that, not in your fathers house. So, as much as you hated watching him walk out your door, you didn't stop him. You listened to his footsteps as he retreated down the hall to the guest room, the door shutting, and the guest bathroom shower turning on.
You turned over in bed, ignoring the dull ache in between your legs and the want in your chest, the want to follow him. The need to have his hands on you again even though he just left.
You wrapped your arms around one of your pillows, pulling it to your chest as you buried your face in your sheets, trying to drown yourself in his smell before it went away.
Your dads muffled laughter from outside made your heart sink.
What were you going to do?
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She’s gone
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader
Summary: The team lose their friend (I’m bad at summaries sorry)
Word count: 1,695
Warnings: Angst. Sad times. Swearing. Reader threatens to bite people. Children get thrown (fun) Death
Translation: мисс мисс плохой парень - miss, miss bad guy./ ты хочешь летать? - do you want to fly? (if translations are wrong please let me know, thank you)
Masterlist Series Masterlist
6 years ago.
Fury and Maria walked into the briefing room where everyone was waiting “I’m just going to get straight to the point, an organisation going by the name of The Reapers have threatened to blow up a hospital in Russia- yes Y/n?”
“Why?”
“I was just getting to that part”
“Okay you can proceed”
“Why thank you. Now as I was saying, they want their leader to be treated for- yes Y/n?”
“What’s wrong with him?”
“You know Birdie if you stop interrupting me you might find out” Smiling sarcastically towards her.
“That’s true, continue Mr Furry” Everyone chuckles at her nickname for him.
“Their leader has a heart defect, a British heart surgeon who is the best of the best is in Russia to help out - Y/n put your hand down - they want him to be treated, they’ve been flagged up by the FBI as a terrorist organisation so obviously they’re not getting any help. Now they’re threatening to blow said hospital up, now Y/n you can ask your question”
“Why don’t they just do it and just fuck up - language I know - by putting in a teeny tiny little bomb inside of his chest, wait until he leaves and then… BAM, he dead.” She slams her hand on to the table “Ow that hurt. But anyway why don’t they just do that instead of letting hundreds of innocent people die?”
“She’s got a point” Tony agrees.
“Thanks dad” Receiving a salute as a response.
“Where will we get this teeny tiny little bomb from?” Fury asks with his arms crossed.
“Me”. Saying it like it’s the most obvious thing in the world “I’ve been working on it for awhile now and it’s great, my little baby is perfect if I do say so myself” She speaks with pride lacing her voice.
“It won’t work, the FBI wants them alive so they can be questioned”
“But why? And also why are we being involved if we can’t kill them?”
“I don’t know, it makes no sense to me either and the reason why you’re being involved is to be there when they do something-“
“Oh fantastic. So we just have to wait for them to do something bad and then we can kill them”
“The girl might have a point” A voice comes from the doorway.
“Ew I’m a woman”
“Sorry, the woman might have a point”
“And who are you?” Steve asks.
“I’m Special Agent Lloyd Johansson with the FBI Counter Terrorist Unit. As I was saying this gir-woman might be on to something. Okay let’s say we have a bomb placed in him how close by does he have to be in order for it to go off?”
“I can set it off from the comfort of my bed”
“If I give the go ahead on this Fury I want her to be a member of my Unit”
Everyone was ready to protest at Agent Lloyds comment but Y/n jumped in first
“Over my dead body! No. No fucking way will I work for the FBI. Nope. No. Fury I won’t do it! I’ll eat his face off if I have to!”
The whole room fell silent at her last words.
“Okay maybe I won’t eat his face, Jesus people it was a joke! But no Larry I won’t join your unit”
“Lloyd, my names Lloyd”
“Sorry Lawrence. But no means no, thanks for playing though”
Lloyd speaks directly to Fury “I like this one! Okay you’ve got the go ahead to plant this bomb but I will be joining you guys”
“Suit up we leave in 20 minutes” Fury says as he leaves the room.
On the quinjet 15 minutes later Fury’s telling everyone their part. Y/n was sat down and was getting her headphones out when Lloyd sits down next to her.
“Hey”
“Hi?”
“What’s your name again?”
“Natwanda”
“No it’s not” He chuckles.
“Why ask me when you already know the answer?”
“Why does Fury call you Birdie?” Lloyd asks changing the subject.
“Because I have a bird tattoo”
“Why a bird?”
“It’s free. Just like me”
“Cool so are you datin-“
“Yeah, see the guy with the metal arm who’s giving you dirty looks. Him. And he’ll break you like a pretzel”. She gets up and moves closer to Bucky.
“Like a pretzel?” Bucky chuckles.
“Yep, hey you wanna listen to some music with me?” Already handing him one of the buds.
“It’s not going to be Black Sabbath again will it?”
“Bee Gees?”
“That’s fine”
“Don’t wanna hurt your precious old man ears now do we?”
“What was that?”
“Nothing”
Touching down near the hospital, the team moved into place.
“Buck something’s not right about this…”
“What do you mean?”
“I don’t know, something’s off”
And just as she said that all that was heard was gunshots and screams.
“Everyone move in!”
Gunfire and chaos erupted from all around as Y/n approached alongside with Bucky who was followed closely by Steve and Nat.
“Get down” Steve orders a split second before he throws his shield. “Y/n go left, Bucky go right, Nat you stick with me”
“Ay Ay Captain” Y/n salutes as she takes the left corridor.
There was way more of The Reapers than they had originally thought. As her gun gets jammed she throws it to the ground and releases her claws, trying to push The Reapers back and help getting people out as much as she could.
She had just cleared the 7th or 8th room when she heard Thor’s deep voice from the other end, as she turned to face him a huge explosion hit from her end of the corridor.
She could hear Bucky’s and Thor’s screams coming from her comms though she was to disoriented from the blast she managed to mumble out “I’m okay. I’m okay Buck I promise”.
Hearing her voice come through his comms and hearing her repeat she’s okay calmed him down. He was busy helping doctors move patient after patient out of harms way when the whole building shook. His heart jumped to his throat as he realised the explosion came from her end of the hospital.
Slowly the gunfire ceased, they all met up at the checkpoint they had agreed to. As soon as Bucky sees her he pulls her to him for a hug, checking over for injuries straight after.
“We still have kids on this side of the building we need to get out” Nat says.
“We’ll get them don’t worry. Y/n are you alright?”
“I’m fine. Someone best have a donut ready for me soon or I’m gonna start biting people”
“You and your donuts kid. C’mon let’s get to work” Tony chuckles.
A little girl no older than 8 grabbed Y/n’s attention by pulling on her arm “мисс, мисс плохой парень” pointing over to a man who had a gun pointed at Thor.
“ты хочешь летать?” She asked the little girl who just smiled and nodded, “Bucky! Catch” just as he turns around, he sees a little girl being thrown towards him.
Running towards Thor a gun is shot. Then another.
“Y/n? Y/n are you hit?” Thor panics.
“Yeah but I’ll live, he won’t though”.
“You…you took a bullet for me? What were you thinking?”
“Of course I did, and I’ll happily do it again. And Thor my love, you should know me well enough by now, I don’t think, haven’t got a brain inside my skull” Chuckling as she walks off.
“Lady Y/n you need to ge-“
“Thor I’m fine, I promise”
Going back to where she was originally at before she continued to help passing the kids in to Bucky’s waiting arms. All that was left on that side of the building was Y/n, Thor and 5 more children.
“Thor jump down next to Buck, and I’ll throw these kids at you two”
“What’s with you and throwing kids?” Bucky asked.
“It’s fun, no honestly it is and they love it. Well that little girl did anyway, come on Thor I haven’t got all day”
Thor listens to her, jumping down to stand by Bucky they both wait for these poor little children to be thrown at them. Just as she has the second to last one, a boy who looked up at her with wide brown eyes, she smiled and whispered “It’s okay”.
Holding the little boy in her arms she heard the sound of the building shifting “That’s not good” she whispered mainly to herself. “Thor! Catch!”. As soon as the child is free from her fingers the building starts to collapse.
“Y/n get out of there!” Screamed Steve.
But she couldn’t. There was another child, and there was no way on earth she would have left it behind. So she scrambled to get her, pulling the crying and terrified child into her arms she shouts over the deafening noise of bricks falling “Bucky!” As quickly as he could he hands the child over to an agent, just as they all hear one final gunshot.
Turning towards Y/n he sees her standing there with wide eyes, her mouth open and closes as she gasped for air. His blue eyes already filling with tears trail downwards until they land on the crimson circular splatter on her chest.
No one could move. Everyone was frozen.
The building came tumbling down.
“No! No! Y/n! Y/n! Baby answer me!” Bucky screamed “No no no no no” He kept repeating.
Thor gripped onto the super soldier as they both fell to their knees, holding his friend tightly in his arms as the soldier lets out gut-wrenching sobs that tore through his chest, screams echoing the now quiet street.
Fury drops to his knees, his trembling hands cover his head. Trying his hardest to make himself smaller.
The Avengers fall to their knees one by one with tears streaming down their cheeks. Their bodies each shook with an onslaught of sobs and tears.
Each agent of SHIELD followed suit.
Lloyd walks off and once he’s around the corner he raised both hands and says “Hail Hydra” before falling to the ground, foam pouring from his mouth.
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𝐁𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐮𝐧
𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 ➛ Guys My Age AU: Masterlist
Paring: divorced!neighbor!Bucky Barnes x reader
Warnings: soft father figure Bucky, age gap (reader’s in uni and Bucky’s in his 40s), hurt/comfort, heavy topics (indications of an abusive parent), smut 18+ ONLY MDNI, unprotected sex, creampie, oral (male receiving), lots of praise, dirty talk, and teasing. Bold italicized text is from the reader’s journal or past!!
Synopsis: You can't seem to keep your plans straight or your hands off of each other.
Word Count: 3.5k words
Authors Note: I have finally decided to update this fic, and I am so sorry it took so long. This part was supposed to be double the length, but I split it in half to post something now until I am happy with the second part. Enjoy!!
𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐒 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝
𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐌.𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ✴︎ 𝐒. 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍 𝐌.𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ✴︎ 𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍
You’ve been awake for hours.
The bright rays of sunlight sneak through the narrow opening of the cream curtains that lightly sway in the summer breeze. The ashamed feeling of disgust still sunken deep into your heavy chest. Brain fuzzy, limbs weak, stomach cramping, nausea taking over your body as you groan.
You tiredly stretch; the feeling of your cotton sheets is the only comfort you’ve gotten since Bucky held you in his safe arms. The sunken bags under your eyes become more apparent every day you go without him.
Falling back into your drowsy state, chilling goosebumps creep down your spine. Yet, no matter the temperature, all you can feel is the isolation and the guilt you somehow manage to carry, blaming yourself for the actions others make.
A sudden buzz from your phone instantly snaps you out of your hopeless mood. Too lethargic to check your messages, you ignore the notifications. A second buzz vibrates against your wooden bedside table. Tiredly you lift your hand out from under the covers. You squint your eyes as the bright screen inflicts your tired vision.
Dad - 9:27 am
About to leave for my business trip
Dad - 9:29 am
Your keys are in the kitchen
His texts give a clear indication of what will be happening.
What always happens.
You can’t deny the sick feeling that stirs your stomach from normalizing his apathetic customs. Dropping your phone onto your burdensome chest, you have zero reaction to the thump of the heavy glass screen on your exposed skin.
You huff out, grief crawling under your skin. As you pull your covers over your face, you hear yet another buzz, your phone buzzing on your skin. "Shut up," you irately mumble into your soft duvet.
Carelessly, you sit up, sick of seeing your father's name. You quickly glance at the message, not bothering to see what it says, immediately throwing your phone back onto the sheets.
Freezing your movements, you furrow your brows in confusion.
You sit fully up for the first time this morning. Leaning against your headboard, you sink your teeth into your bottom lip to collect yourself from the lingering worries built up through your restless night. Nervous excitement washes the sullen expressions off your face.
Your heart beats at a pathetically fast rate from simply seeing a notification.
Butterflies swarm your stomach, filling your throat with apprehensive nausea. Oh my god, just look at the fucking message. You take a deep breath, inhaling the sweet fragrance of the candle that lingers around your room; building up the courage, you open Bucky’s text.
Bucky - 9:31 am
Good morning, sweetheart! I hope you got a good night's sleep and got some rest. If you want to come over, I’ll be at my house. I just need to finish a little work but come whenever you want. There is a key behind the plant pot :)
Overwhelmed, you feel a sense of consolation as you read Bucky’s text repeatedly. You drag your hands down your face, shaking off your last bit of exhaustion.
It’s a little pathetically how a straightforward text Bucky probably wrote without thinking could bring you this much joy.
Stretching your sore muscles, you take your time to get out of bed – following the bright shine through the curtains, you pull them open to the sound of your father’s car dragging against the gravel. You turn your back to the window, take a deep breath, and push away your negative thoughts.
You spend the next thirty minutes getting ready, taking your time to feel the hot water run down your back. You gently rub the sweet vanilla scent across your skin, wincing as your fingers skim over your bruises and sore muscles.
Overcome by the debilitating urge to rush next door, you hastily gather your journal and headphones, knowing Bucky will be busy for a bit – you don’t care how long it takes him.
You slip into a pair of shorts, the distressed denim skimming your legs, and the cotton of your old band-tee loosely hangs from your shoulders.
The warm breeze hits your skin as your shadow follows your restless steps until you reach the familiar sight of Bucky’s front door.
You follow his expected thoughtful notes, involuntarily smiling as you pick up the cold key from the shade behind the potted plant, dragging the tip of your finger against the sharp ridges of the metal and taking a breath before gathering your overly excited body.
Carefully opening the heavy door, you step inside. The perfect type of silence and captivating scent flood your senses. Just being in Bucky’s house felt safe. The calm, sleek modern features hold a refreshing atmosphere that radiates the most precious feeling.
As you step out of your untied Converse, the silence breaks. A faint purr draws you to the couch, and your giddiness heightens.
“Hello, pretty,” you coo, sitting beside the snow-white feline. “Don’t you look comfy?” Then, with one hand tenderly stroking Alpine, you pull your pen and journal out of your canvas bag.
Curled beside you, Alpine’s eyes flutter shut. “You have the most beautiful eyes, just like your dad.” She purrs in response closing the slight gap. “The most beautiful blue eyes.”
Your soft smile melts into a somber gulp as you take out your journal–leafing through your messy notebook and skimming over your prior writing. Lump forming in your throat, you hinder your light flipping of the pages and blankly stare at your words from the previous nights.
The rivets of dried tear stains scatter your notes like the cuts and bruises fading from your skin.
The painful pages of burden. Every word, hit, insult, ingrained in your memory, the agonizing pluses, the claustrophobic beating of your heart, the fearful tremors, the salty tears slipping through the passage of your lips, manipulated to insanity, exhausted and delirious.
Bottled-up emotions flooded onto the pages of your journal – forever stuck in the cycle of shock, fear, denial, anger, and hopelessness. The stiffly chained pattern has never broken before.
You never expected to feel any sort of safety.
Shame is always significant, always present, lingering in your mind, but the way Bucky cradles you in his strong arms brings you the comfort and acceptance you never expected, ever. The mounds of self-doubt that control your life slowly dissipate with every second you spend with him. The feeling he gives you is so foreign, and there are not enough words to describe it. The way he holds you in his arms. He’s nurturing. He feels like home.
The desperate longing for someone – that someone, perfect with all of their flaws and broken pieces. That person who will mend your fragile, fragmented mind, body, and soul. You never thought you would find the person, but with Bucky, it is finally starting to feel real.
You’ve never felt joy reading through your journal, repressed memories surfacing, haunting your every moment. Well, not until the night you spent the night at Buckys.
He is perfect – every part of him.
“Sweetheart?” Bucky calls, a deep and gentle voice echoing down the stairs. His eyes land on the precious sight below him, and he gushes.
Longing gaze snapped back into reality, turning around and stuffing your journal in your bag. “Bucky?”
Nimble fingers rubbing through his beard, scratching the nape of his neck, he teases, taking his last steps to the couch. “Bunny?” kneeling, he tenderly pulls you into a hug, stroking Alpine when she lets out a jealous meow.
Walking down the hall, Bucky guides you into his bedroom. Thoughts mirroring yours, he stops you, gripping your chin between his fingers. Limbs intertwining and heavy breaths mingling, his soft lips skimming yours.
“Miss hearing that flustered hitch in your breath,” he whispers against your lips. “Perfect little girl’s all mine.”
You huff, nuzzling your heated cheeks into his buff chest. “Miss everything about you,” your words muffle against the black cloth constricting Bucky’s muscular figure.
Silence has never been more beautiful, cradled in his arms. Tension building with no fear, just desire.
“Got you something,” Bucky smirks.
Letting out a faint whine, you look up at Bucky, urgently wrapping your arms around his neck. Dwindling patience at an all-time low, heart rate climbing, Bucky welcomes your lips. His tongue glides pasts yours, syncing with the motion of your body as you cling to him.
“I got you a swimsuit,” Bucky whispers into the kiss. “Can go swimming this time, not just— God,” he curses under his breath when you playfully suck along his jaw.
“Not just… fuck me?” you pull away, surprising yourself with the way your words blatantly slip out of your mouth.
Bucky laughs, mockingly pulling away and laying a kiss on your forehead. “Someone’s got a dirty mouth today,” he chuckles, cupping your cheek.
With another sheepish grin, you follow Bucky down the hall, patiently swaying in your seat; you wait for him to bring you the swimsuit he found while in his suit.
Confidence in his step, Bucky tenderly smiles, holding out a cherry red one-piece.
Throat abruptly going dry, the customary throb radiates heat through your jean shorts. Hesitation stirs in your stomach–nervous nausea blocking your airway, cutting your breath short.
I’ve never felt uncomfortable around him. He’s never commented on my body, never drawn attention to my bruises and scars, and never made me feel weird for the horrendous way my eyes get puffy and face blotches when I cry. No one has ever made me feel the same as he does or made me feel good about myself. So does he care or only pity me because I’m just that pathetic? I don’t want him to worry about me. I don’t want him to think I just want attention. I don’t want to feel even more ashamed of myself. I just want to keep pretending that life is perfect, like how it is when I’m with him.
“I’m not the best shopper, aren't I?” Bucky sarcastically snickers, lightening the worried expression on your face.
“No, no, it’s just a little red?” you giggle, pushing your stresses aside. “I love it!”
Smiling up at Bucky, he takes your place, sitting on the linen couch. The soft chuckles of banter gone silent, you timidly undressing to rapidly put the swimsuit on. Tense arms hidden behind your back, you fidget with your fingers, eyes following the pattern of the wooden tiles.
Tongue swiping across his velvety yet slightly chapped lips, his large hand grips your discarded clothes. “Bunny?” his tone sweet and delicate, melodically humming with the blowing wind that ruffles the curtains.
Hands molding to your shoulders, he coos, “Take a deep breath for me.” Chaos constantly cluttering your mind, you follow Bucky’s instructions, giving him your vulnerability. “You don’t need to be scared of me. I’m here for you, no matter what.”
All you can do is nod, leaning into his warm embrace.
*ೃ༄
The summer sun beats down on the two of you as you agilely trace patterns down Bucky’s abdomen, centimeters away from gliding over his shorts. You shift lower in the sun lounger, intertwining your thigh around his leg.
The nervous lump thumping in your chest falls, adding to the pulse radiating off your clit and breaking the stop to your restlessness, gradually bucking your clenched hips as your nose brushes the thick trail of hair that travels beneath the waistband of his shorts.
“Feeling needy, bunny?” Bucky smugly chuckles, placing his book down and his colossal palm on your head instead. “No need to act shy; been teasing me, wiggling in those little red bottoms.”
You tuck your head, and your flustered instinct kicks in, nose pressing against Bucky’s bulge; you whimper, realizing your position and rising embarrassment.
“Did so good for me last time. I’m still here to help but fuck.” Bucky tenderly rests his palm on your cheek. “Gonna get me hard just thinking about those soft lips wrapped around my cock, looked so pretty, so innocent sucking on my balls. Most perfect sight I’ve ever seen.”
The temperature of your face increases, but that doesn’t stop your body and your racing thoughts. Vivid images flood your memory of the first time you gave Bucky head, the first time you have ever given a man head.
The one time has left you with a ravenous craving for Bucky, a desperate yearning to please him, the vague taste of him ingrained in your imagination every second that goes by, and it’s intoxicating.
“Can I?”
Looking up, you admire Bucky's defined abs, perfectly sculpted biceps, the bright sunlight glimmering in his crystal blue eyes. A comforting aura emits from his words, breath, and presence; that feeling of safety mixed with passion curates his effect on you, the lust that flows through your veins, leaving you writhing for friction.
You sit up, putting your weight on your heels – pressing against the emerging wet patch on your red bikini. “You know, um….” you mumble, eyes subconsciously drawing to Bucky’s bulge.
He shifts up, spreading his thighs, establishing a space for you to lay. “We have an eager little girl today, now do we?” Bucky chuckles, cupping your cheek and pressing a kiss to your forehead, savoring the feeling of his soft, blush lips on your skin before he pulls away, his gaze piercing through your eyes with a gentle smile. “You’re gonna make me crazy,” he murmurs.
Licking your lips, you tug the supple flesh with your teeth; anticipating his following instructions, you center yourself and lay your clammy palms on your legs, exhibiting your restlessness with a subtle pout.
Intertwining his fingers with yours, he guides your hands to his growing bulge. “Don’t worry, bunny. I'm here.” The trembling of your wrists dies down as Bucky reassuringly moves your shaky touch to a steady pace. “I got you.”
Slipping your fingers past the band of Bucky’s swim trunks, you pull them down his hips, gaze apprehensively shifting from Bucky’s alluring eyes to the expanding path of hair you’re gradually exposing.
“Lemme just,” Bucky grumbles, freeing his strained erection and aching full balls from the polyester. A content sigh washes over him as you finish taking off his bottoms.
Sinful and tainted, you cave in, your mouth watering excessively as you attentively watch Bucky wrap his fingers around his thick base. “Go on and lay down for me.”
You hastily shift into the spot between Bucky’s muscular thighs, timidly placing a hand on his olive skin. “There you go, pretty girl’s so smart,” Bucky croons, his palm smoothing over your temple.
Your fingers barely conceal Bucky’s staggering girth mimicking his form seconds before; you glide your tongue up his shaft coating him with an abundant amount of your drool, all while maintaining hankering eye contact. His distinct, musky taste seeping into your taste buds, the feeling of his jutting veins intoxicating, you let out a content hum. Following your steady path, you kiss Bucky’s bulbous tip; a faint moan vibrates off your puckered lips, drawing a deep grunt from his chest.
“You see how hard you make me? Fucking hell, don’t need my help at all. So good for me—” Bucky groans, guiding your head down, pushing himself past your glistening lips. “That’s my girl.”
You immediately gag, glassy eyes building tears, your body’s natural response seeming hostile, but it’s your favorite feeling.
Both hands tentatively wrapped around him, the tip of Bucky’s cock prods the back of your throat—drool seeping past your lips, cascading over your tense knuckles.
Bucky's words meld into satisfied grunts, his chest heaving to the rhythm he enforces with his hand pressing down on the crown of your head. “Always take me like a champ,” he hisses through gritted teeth. “Don’t you, bunny?”
His pulsing tip pummels down your throat, pushing your head down further, and a perfectly sculpted outline of his cock shapes down your neck abundantly. Copious amounts of saliva coat your chin, running down your chest and creating a glistening pool to glaze over the cushion below you.
Encouraging groans flow from Bucky’s lips as he digs his pearly white teeth into his plush red lips. His eyes locked on yours, the plentiful strands of silver that weave through his hair, glimmering in the sunlight.
The thump in your chest drops between your legs. You urgently clamp your thighs together, helplessly clenching your muscles in an attempt to fulfill the ache exuding heat from your neglected clit. You sync your needy movements with the tempo Bucky set with his hand planted on the back of your head. The repetition of your self-inflicted grinds rapidly builds a coil in your stomach.
Bucky frees you from under his grasp, stifles the tempo of his thrusts, and pumps his cock. “There she is,” he groans. “Shit. Making me feel so good.”
Increasing the speed of the rough buckling of your hips, Bucky continues to praise you as your drool-painted lips connect to his full heavy balls. His stare drops from your watery eyes to your hips, needily grinding onto nothing. “You don’t need my help, doing amazing. Love it so much you’re humping the air, aren’t you, poor thing?”
The sound of your gags is replaced by your pleading whimpers, which have become more and more substantial as you borrow your nose further against Bucky’s base, his balls drawing up as you slurp your excessive drool.
“Come here,” Bucky motions, soothingly rubbing your free hand on his thigh. “Help me cum – need to feel that pretty cunt wrapped around my fingers. Need to show my girl how proud of her I am.”
Responding with a confused hum, Bucky cups your cheek, gently guiding you up, patting the cushion; he stabilizes your trembling legs, straddling your thighs so you’re hovering over his cock, harder than ever.
He patiently hooks his dexterous fingers around the vibrant fabric, revealing your puffy clit.
He catches your keen gaze, eyes following down to your eager pout and back to your cunt, skimming your mound with his digits. Struggling to form a sentence, you reflexively roll your hips, internally screaming, begging for Bucky to speed up his sly gestures.
His soft chuckles fuel your neediness, but before he can get his words out, you huff, “be patient. I know, I know.” Digging your fingers into his biceps, you giggle, mirroring his smile.
Swimsuit fully pushed to the side, Bucky slides his tip between your folds, teasing your entrance. “Using my words against me,” he rebuts, moving his hands and securely gripping your waist. “You know I’m right. I always make you feel good.”
Playfully rolling your eyes, you whimper under your breath, “Bucky.”
Feeding your restless state, he slowly slips you down onto his length, stretching past your entrance.
As much pleasure as Bucky has brought you in every other position, this foreign fluffiness and a false sense of control is startling yet exciting. Bucky’s steady thrusts, combined with your frantic bounces as you rock your hips, almost instantly bring you to your climax.
“B-Buck–” you mewl, embarrassment and pleasure clouding your senses. “Please, I’m- I’m….” Squinting your eyes shut, you arch your back, tensing your muscles.
Maintaining his authoritative grasp on you, Bucky attaches the pad of his thumb to your clit, pulling a squeal from the back of your throat. “So quick,” he scoffs, breathlessly moaning himself. “Look at me, bunny.”
You collapse onto Bucky’s chest, tired and helplessly chasing the rapid thump in your abdomen. “Feels s-so, feels so good.” Brows furrowed, you open your heavy lids, holding back your release until Bucky reassures your pleas. “Can’t hold it, can’t hold it.”
Desperately squirming on top of Bucky, you press your parted lips to his, panting into his mouth. “Go on, cum for me.”
You let go, moaning as you jolt forward, embracing Bucky’s pace, clinging to his frame, letting him take complete control. “There you go—” Bucky’s words get increasingly gravelly as he feels himself climaxing.
His hot breath cascades down your neck–the heightening, deep, harsh snaps of hips let you know he is close. “B-Bucky, please. Please c-cum in me,” you breathlessly mumble.
“Fuck, bunny.”
Bucky holds you close, soothing you from the bliss. He isn’t thinking about anything else besides you in his arms. He lets you bask in the comfortable silence as the pulse between your legs ebbs away until all that is left painting your sensitive folds is his smooth seed that you begged him to fill you up with.
Keeping your clammy cheek pressed to his beating chest Bucky reaches for one of the pool towels he had brought out to clean up to the best of his abilities.
“Said we were swimming, and you wouldn’t just fuck me,” you murmur, voice still raspy as you pull yourself out of the hazy aftermath.
Bucky chuckles as he lays the towel back down. “Really are using my word’s against me today, aren’t you?”
“Uhmm,” you happily hum back at Bucky, shifting up to press your buzzing lips back onto his.
𝐉𝐎𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
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teddy bear | i want you pt. 2
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pairings: dad’s best friend!natasha x fem!reader
summary: your father doesn’t know it yet, but you’re in love with his best friend. and what makes it better is that you’re sure enough that she feels the same way. the sad part is, neither of you can’t word out your love for each other properly.
warnings: natasha fucking a toy, porn video mentioned, blowjob (natasha receiving), dirty talking, praising, slight angst, and a tension between bucky and natasha - minors dni
notes: it gets real trust me. enjoy!
“Natasha?” Bucky says her name from the tip of his tongue, as if foreign. “Is she like your… godmother?”
The way he said Natasha was my "Godmother" was the worst thing I'd ever heard - the name made my entire body shiver. I turned away from him and stared at the daisies that my father had planted.
“Somethin’ wrong?” he asked; I shook my head in response. “Anyway, are you two close?”
I shrugged, pretending not to notice or care. Because showing him how much I cared about her would be suspicious - he'd know how much I cared about her.
“Yeah, she has been my Dad’s friend ever since.”
He smiled at my reply and licked his lips, continuing to drink from the rim of the beer that my father gave me when he was still around the house. “She sounds nice,” he brought my hand to his and laid them on his lap. I felt nothing. “Is it okay if we hold hands?”
“Well, you are already holding it.” he chuckles. I asked, “Do you think she’s okay?”
“What do you mean?”
“Like…” my words trailed off; I suddenly didn’t know what to say or do. My mouth felt dry at this point. “Um, do you think she’s a good person?”
He snickers in response. “How would I suppose to know that? Natasha and I never met, Y/n.”
I was finding a compliment from him that would make me feel better whenever I was alone with Natasha or I needed to know his opinions about her. But he was right; how could he possibly know Natasha? My Natasha.
It feels good to say that in my head.
“You’re right,” I chuckled lightly, scratching the back of my neck. “Anyway, are we still going to that–”
“Would you marry me?” he cuts me off with his eyes gazing down at mine. What did he just ask?! I pondered in my head. How could he say such a thing, especially since we're not even in our twenties? Is he out of his mind? Or is he just drunk? He couldn't possibly be. He despises alcohol and would only consume it with friends. I let go of his hand, watching his face scrunch up.
“What?” I asked, wholly obliviated from the situation. His smile fell, and he shrugged, wanting to get out of the subject, knowing I would reject him.
“Forget I asked.”
“I’m just confused,” I ventured. “Like, we are best friends. And aren’t we too young to marry each other?”
Bucky shrugged again and drank his beer, his eyes averting to the ground. If there’s one thing to know about Bucky is that he hates to admit or confess anything that would put him in a tight situation – like right now, for example. He knows that I might reject him, but I also want to see the context of why he asked me that.
“Come on,” I nudged his shoulder on mine, chuckling. “Why did you ask me that?”
“It feels like no one would want me except you.”
“Of course, I’d want you,” I responded, unsure if I was telling a lie. Either way, if I was more interested in him and if there were a spark – I wouldn’t see why not. “Buck, I don’t think we’d be happy together if we got married.”
“But we’re close!” he exclaims, whining as he covers his entire face with his hands. “We’d be perfect together, and your Dad would even approve of us.”
“You aren’t wrong there, but I just can’t. It won’t work out.”
I let our deep silence sink in and waited for his response, growing anxious as the minutes ticked away because he hadn't said anything to relieve me. He sighed and held my hand together as he brought it to his rough lips, and I shuddered. Not in a good way.
"One day," he said, as if marking his word, "I'll ask you again; you'll be happy with me, I promise you."
It was preferable to upsetting him, so I simply nodded and smiled.
"Sure," I said innocently as I rested my head on his shoulder.
NATASHA’S POV:
“Yeah baby, fuck me harder!”
I couldn’t take my eyes off of my computer as I fuck into Y/n’s teddy bear, using it as my fleshlight since I don’t have all of my toys in this house. I shut my eyes tightly and grip the teddy harder as I fuck into it, which reminds me to stitch up the toy once I come inside of it.
"Do you like it, princess?" In the pornographic video I'm watching, the man cooed as he fucked the woman in a missionary position. I sighed heavily, imagining the teddy bear's walls to be Y/n's instead; she was always tight. Tighter, I've never fucked a woman so tightly. Slowly, I pulled away from the hole and rammed back in with a loud moan – hopefully, Steve wouldn’t hear me.
“Feel so good,” I muttered, fucking the toy harder against the mattress. I'd hide under my covers if Y/n saw me right now. It would be embarrassing enough for a young girl to see an older woman this aroused, sexual, and desperate. Though, could I blame myself? With those skimpy shorts and batting eyes, I could not resist. “So tight around me, want to cum in you…”
“Want to breed you, slut. Want this dick far up your cunt.”
I wish it had been Y/n and me in that video instead. I wouldn't call her a slut, at least not without her permission. However, she appears to be the type who would enjoy a lot of dirty talking, including a lot of naughty words. I prefer calling her my little girl or bunny because I enjoy seeing her so small that I can comfortably fit my hand around her throat. I leaned into my pillow and tried to smell her scent as I got closer to my orgasm while fucking her teddy bear. I want you, I need you. I’ve never needed a woman like this in my life. Please be good for me. Let me use you. Let me teach you. I want you so much, baby. I want to be inside you and make you mine–
“Tasha, it’s time for–” my head turns quickly only to see a shocked Y/n standing between the doorframe, her mouth completely agape. I looked away from her out of embarrassment and pulled out my dick from the teddy bear, still hard from the images in my head. “Oh, I didn’t know you were doing that… with my teddy.”
“Sorry,” I mumbled, which I was very much. How could she find it out this way? Now, I have no good explanation for her. “I just–I saw you with Bucky a while ago and got jealous.”
“Over him?” she asked with her tiny voice, which made my head spin, especially when she was on her tippy-toes. “And with my bear?”
I nodded, the shame beginning to drain from my veins. She smiled lightly at my confession and walked towards me, her slight belly protruding.
“I’m sorry,” I said as I was about to cover my hardened dick with a pillow, but she stopped my motions with her hand wrapped around my wrist. I was shocked at first, but suddenly I watched her kneeling on the ground with my legs prided for her to get scooted into. “Y/n, what are you doing? You know you don’t have to.”
“But I want to,” she offers, her eyes looking up at mine, and I could see how much she needed this moment. All I could imagine now was her mouth wrapped around the length of my cock, gagging and begging me to stop thrusting into her throat.
“Do you want me to do this, Tash?”
“But your dad–”
“He’s still cooking,” she cuts me off and looks at my dick, letting out a quiet gasp. I watch her intently, not knowing whether she’ll touch my penis. “D-Do you want this?”
I smiled as I ruffled the back of her hair and assured her, "Of course. I want this more than anything, and it’s just that… I’m huge.” both of you chuckled in the air as it did slowly, my cock twitching from her presence. “Y/n, if you don’t do anything now, I will–”
I threw my head back in the air as her lips encircled my tip and silenced me. I whispered, "F-Fuck baby, slow down," as I placed my hand over her head and groaned effortlessly.
“Mmph,” the vibrations from her mouth drive me insane. It was a wonderful feeling to feel like I had gained an additional inch. She licks the length of my dick at the slowest pace before whispering: “Does it feel good, Daddy?”
I muttered, "Uh-huh," and moved up to face her. Come on, baby, wrap your mouth around my dick. Make me feel good, please.”
She makes a loud pop! Sound and slowly pumps my dick while stretching my foreskin with her hand on my pelvis. After a short while, she wrapped her mouth back around my cock and resumed sucking it while simultaneously whining and gurgling. As I visualized ropes of my cum shooting into her throat while she begged for mercy, my eyes rolled back in my head. Oh, how she’d look so beautiful coated with my cum – all of me, truly me.
And not some man who would take advantage of my girl.
"That's it," I murmured, slowly raising my hips, hoping she wouldn't push me away. “Fuck, there you go, baby girl… "Do you like my cock in your mouth?" she asked, her eyes welling up with tears. "Do you want to choke on this dick?"
Another nod, another whimper from her – which makes me grin.
“Yeah?” I pushed her head into my mouth, her mouth engulfing my length, choking on my cock, and causing my abs to clench as her saliva coated me. “Fuck, your mouth feels so good, baby… makes me wanna fuck it.”
I secured my hands on both sides of her head and thrust upwards into her mouth, causing her to gag around my length.
"Yeah, what a little girl you are for me..." I muttered. “Have you got anything special? Baby, gag on my dick." she closed her eyes and allowed her throat to sink deeper into my dick, causing her to gag and sputter saliva on my stomach.
"This is some hot porno shit," I said, returning my gaze to the door to check for Steve. That wouldn’t be a good image. I use her head as my fleshlight, my fucktoy, and cry myself to oblivion, utterly dependent on her. “Oh, I’m fucking close, baby... You’ve never taken anything this big, huh? Take all of my cum, okay? Promise won’t hurt you… It’ll taste good, I swear.”
Perhaps I was becoming desperate because my sperm could never be that delicious. Though, that would be her decision on that because I've had a taste of mine, which isn't too bad.
I yanked her head out of her mouth and pressed my cock furiously, edging myself closer to my orgasm. I locked my gaze on her and imagined how often I would do this with her, and only with her. I can't even imagine how angry I'd be if I saw her fleeing with Bucky, the boy I despise. How could he possibly take her away from me? I went for her first; I saw her first. So, what gives him the right to be with her instead of me?
I realized I was envious and that I wanted Y/n all for myself.
“I’m cumming, baby! Take all of it–Fuck…” As I jerked myself off, I dropped ropes of cum into her mouth and more on her face. I bit my lip, drawing blood, but I didn't care. I was in heaven and felt that no one, not even Bucky, would intrude on my private session with Y/n. I relaxed as I entered her mouth, sighing heavily and collapsing against the bed.
Y/n walked to my bathroom and washed her mouth, which made my heart feel heavy.
Did she not like it? Did I do something wrong? Did I hurt her? I jumped off the mattress and followed her, my eyes searching for her lost ones.
“A-Are you okay?” I asked, unsure if I'd gotten the words right. This was terrifying because I'd never seen a woman walk out on me before. “Y-Y/n, have I hurt you?”
She smiled at me tearfully and kissed my left cheek, whispering: “I’m okay, I promise.” before she could walk out on me again, I pulled her into a hug and kissed her lips passionately – I’m even shocked myself. She leaned into my touch, showing that she wasn’t scared of me; I knew that.
“I’ve never done that,” she quietly admitted, hiding her face into my cleavage as I chuckled.
“I know, baby girl.”
She whispers again, “Did I hurt you?” I shook my head. “Good, I only wanted to make you feel good.”
I wish you knew how passionate I am about you because you compel me, Y/n. You are the light of my day, the poem of my diary. If you knew how much I liked you, you would’ve known how much I starve for you. I hunger for your feelings and want to see if you feel the same way.
I’m an utter mess.
“We have to go,” she mumbles, pulling away as she wipes her mouth with a paper towel – giving me a sheepish smile. “See you downstairs?”
I sighed happily, nodding at her.
“See you downstairs, darling.”
Y/n’s POV:
The stars were bright at this hour, and I couldn't stop staring at them. But I was distracted by the pool splashing and my friends cheering on my other friend. I didn't realize I was drunk until I felt heavy and needed to go home, but I was too exhausted to do anything about it.
Bucky approached me with a mischievous smile and wrapped his arm around his shoulder; I could smell old whiskey in his mouth, along with a mixture of tuna sandwiches Mj had made for us. “Are you having fun, my daisy?”
My Daisy. How much I despise that nickname.
“Swell, if you asked me.”
He knew I was already drunk, not even tipsy at this point. But he pulled me closer into his muscular body and brought me back to the table, watching as Peter kissed Mj hard. He wasn’t usually like that, which was strange for me to witness.
“Wow, you must be that drunk, huh?” I asked goofily, sitting beside him. Peter smiled like a proud horndog and screamed, “This is the best party ever! So happy that I’m with my best buds, including you, Y/n.”
“Ha-Ha,” I let out a fake laugh and chugged down another beer that Bucky owned, which made me realize how much I had drunk in the last four hours. I imagine what Natasha’s messages would look like, a statement that goes: I’m going to kill Bucky if he hurts you or Please let me pick you up at least.
I opened my phone, and I was right.
Natasha (1:05 am) - Baby? Are you okay? Where are you?
Natasha (1:15 am) - Is Bucky there? How are you? Please respond to my text.
Natasha (1:30 am) - I can’t sleep without knowing you’re okay. Please open your messages.
*4 missed calls from Natasha*
Did I decide to respond to her? Yes, but my phone suddenly died, making me groan out of frustration. MJ asked, “What’s in your reckless mind right now, Y/n?”
“My phone died.” I muttered, causing everyone to laugh.
“Is it her?” he asked. I turned away from MJ and looked at Bucky with my heavy-lid eyes instead. “Natasha… is she the one texting you?” could he possibly see my texts? That would be embarrassing enough.
“Y-Yeah,” I said, shaking my head in response. “She’s just worried, that’s all.”
Peter cuts in, “Is she like your girlfriend or something?”
“That’s her aunt,” Bucky said, his arms still wrapped around my shoulder uncomfortably. “Plus, why does she care so much? It’s not like she’s your mother.”
“Yeah, b-but that’s been my aunt since I was just a kid.”
“Still,” he shrugs, rolling his eyes. Was he jealous? “That’s your aunt, nothin’ special, you know?”
Possibly, he’s right. Perhaps my feelings for Natasha were never unique in the first place, and it's just unfortunate that they've been revealed. The question is, does Natasha feel the same way about me? Could we have feelings for each other but not express them?
Is it better to speak or to die?
I rested my forehead against the table and muttered a few words, “I wanna go home, M’really wanna go home.”
“She’s a lightweight,” Mj snickered, taking a photo of me and saving it to her gallery. “Bucky, why don’t you take her home? Too bad we didn’t dance and grinded up against each other. Would’ve loved that, especially with Y/n.”
Bucky glared at her and tightened his arm around me, saying: “You better watch your mouth, Jones.”
“What? I’m just saying–”
“I’m taking you home,” he helped me onto my feet and walked out of the gate, with my other arm slung around his shoulder as we slowly treaded back into his car. “Glad you’re with me instead of her; you don’t know what she could do to–”
“I think I should be taking her home.”
I looked up from my chin and saw Natasha leaning against her car with her arms folded, looking mysterious and nonchalant. I couldn't stop approaching Natasha with open arms, nuzzling my head into her neck. She strokes my back with her hand, her gaze fixed on him.
It was going to be a rough night.
“What happened?” she asked with a deep, unfiltered voice – her hand stroking my hair now. Bucky sighed and scratched his head, unsure if he could escape this situation.
“We got pretty drunk, okay? You must be Natasha?”
“Yeah,” she mutters, almost giving him a death glare. “And you are?”
“You should know me by now, but I’m Bucky. But, call me James, though.”
“I don’t really plan to, son.”
I could hear what they were talking about, but I was too tired to speak. I whispered to her, “Can we please go home, Tash?”
“Tash?” he repeated, almost in mockery. “What is this, high school?”
“Look who’s talking,” Natasha said, hugging me tighter. “You should go home, James. Your parents must be worried about you.”
“You don’t have to care much about me, Ms. Natasha. I can take care of myself.”
“Yet, you did not take care of Y/n. Aren’t you responsible for her? You know, since you’re her best friend and all that.”
Things were heating up, and Natasha, knowing herself, was about to unleash her unnecessary rage on the boy, which she did not want to happen. Instead, she forced me to sleep in the backseat of her car while giving Bucky a hard pat on the shoulder and looking at him with cold eyes. "Drive safely, James," she says as soon as she gets into her car.
“You too, Ms. Natasha.”
Natasha didn't say anything to me the entire night, and I understood why. I didn't give her a heads-up that I was going to have a drink with my friends, which was my first drink with them. She was now involved in my mess, but she took care of me and brought me safely to my bedroom.
I only remembered her kissing my shoulders while forcing me to wear a new shirt and pants, whispering things like, I don't want you getting into trouble. My heart beats faster whenever she mentions her feelings for me.
“Are you mad at me?” I slurred as she shook her head, tucking me in. “Tash, are you mad at B-Buck?”
Natasha looked at me for a minute and nodded slowly, kissing my forehead as her hand soothed my right upper arm.
“Don’t worry about it, sweetheart. It’s nothing.”
“But it’s–”
“Shh,” she presses her index finger against my lip as she smiles, turning off the lamp on my bedside table. “Go to bed, little girl. We will talk tomorrow.”
I wish I could shout my affection for you, Y/n.
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pairing: dad!bucky barnes x au pair!reader
summary: coney island. break my soul in two looking for you but you're right here. if I can't relate to you anymore then who am I related to?
Sergeant Barnes had taken her advice, something which the other staff who usually came to upkeep the home did not believe. He didn’t take suggestions, at least he hadn’t since he was a child. He was one of those people who’d rather fail on his own accord rather than succeed on someone else’s. He’d just rather be stubborn yet an au pair had had him listening on how to parent his daughter. This had become much more evident when he’d called her somewhere around midday, asking if se could bring Sadie over to the office so he could spend some time with her. She’d never really gone to his office before, she’d never even questioned where it was. Usually a quickly handwritten note stuck to the fridge with a magnet with a just barely understood address. She didn’t know why she had thought he’d have a modest office - nothing about James Buchanan Barnes was modest, and as she stood in front of the glass building that seemed to thrust into the skies forever. In that moment she was afraid she didn’t know who was more in awe of it - her or Sadie who was tightly gripping her hand.
Everything was ... polished, clean, almost crystalline. If she were to be honest, the building from the inside looking like a private high-end hospital or maybe a really white and sleek restaurant. It was intimidating, it matched the owner and it almost seemed out of place for an au pair dressed in Zara clothing and a toddler in beige clothing carrying a very bright Bluey backpack.
- Hi. - she smiled at the receptionist. - I’m Y/N, I’m Sergeant Barnes au pair. He asked me to bring his daughter to his office.
- I’ll let him know.
Y/N looked down at Sadie, slightly shaking her arm to try and calm the little girl down. She didn’t look comfortable, staring at everyone who came in and out with fright. It wasn’t unexpected, she didn’t particularly enjoy strangers and this building was a whole building of strangers.
- Hey, look who it is! - Y/N turned towards the direction of the sound to see Sam.
Sam was one of Bucky’s only trusted people, the other owner of the company and honestly the reason why Y/N knew even the slightest of things about Bucky. He’d usually come by the house to play with Sadie when he could, having named himself as the young girl’s godfather despite Bucky’s objections.
- That’s the coolest Bluey backpack, Sisi. - he gave her a little twirl. - I’m so jealous. You have to lend it to me sometime.
- Y/N got it. - she smiled, proudly taking her backpack off to show it to her godfather. - There is Bluey and Bingo.
- Y/N never gets me presents. - Sam joked. - How are you? I heard from the grapevine that you gave Barnes a good old earful. Is he paying you for babysitting him as well?
- Maybe he values my opinion. - she teased as Sam placed a hand over his heart feigning hurt. - He’ll tell you off if he sees you hanging around instead of doing whatever it is you two do.
- I don’t know, Y/L/N. If babysitting ever goes south, perhaps you oughta join us. Would do well with someone who can get Barnes to change his mind.
- Sergeant Barnes is waiting. - the receptionist returned. - He also said he’ll be expecting a meeting with you soon, Mr. Wilson.
- Tell him he can keep waiting. - he waved the warning off before squatting down to Sadie’s level. - You go and hang out with dad. Tell me all about it later, Sisi.
- Bye, uncle Sam. - she waved with a grin before turning back to Y/N, extending her hand towards her again.
The two of them followed the receptionist through clear halls decorated with elegant art, tall white and grey pottery as well as several plants which looked as fresh as any seen in nature. Soon, two large black doors came in view in a scene that reminded her somewhat of the entry to Jurassic Park. Perhaps because both housed two beings with terrible tempers. Sadie held onto Y/N’s leg as the receptionist left the two to grasp with who was going to open the door.
- Wanna go. - she buried her head in the fabric of Y/N’s trousers. - Please.
- Sadie ... - Y/N leaned down to pick her up. - Daddy really wants to hang out with you.
The little girl buried her face in her neck, mumbling about being scared. She couldn’t really blame her, the building was intimidating and even though her father sat on the other side of that door, all the 2 year old could see was a big door in a frightening building.
- We’re going in together. You can hold on to me, it’ll be ok.
- Promise?
- Promise. - she smiled down at her before her hand reached to open the door.
The office was without personality, much different to how Bucky had decorated his house. The office was just as clean as the rest of the building, decorated like any other office in a decoration magazine. Whilst his house was sophisticated, there were dots of personality everywhere from Sadie’s drawings on the fridge, to Bucky’s postcard collection in frames everywhere you’d looked. She wondered for a second, for a millisecond, if he even spent time here and if he did how much time did he spend. It looked too pristine but Sadie didn’t care, her face lighting up as she saw her dad.
- Look who it is. - she pointed at Bucky as Sadie jumped onto the floor to run over to her dad.
- Daddy, look, Bluey. - she pointed to her backpack. - Y/N gave it to me.
(...)
It was official. Y/N had no clue what to do with her free time. She had done her revision, looked at all her notes, even spent half the afternoon looking through her thesis only to find herself bored. She missed Sadie asking about her thesis, heck, she even missed the sound of the obnoxious children’s cartoons. Therefore, it was not upsetting when she got a message from Bucky, an hour earlier than expected. She walked back into that building with an unshaken confidence, climbing the stairs up to the office.
- FAIR! - Sadie rushed from the office to hug her leg. - Daddy is taking us.
- It’s Coney Island. If you’re not busy. - Bucky added as he came not far behind his daughter, keeping a trained eye on her so she wouldn’t wander far. - Sadie said she wanted you to come.
- What happened to your hair, baby? - she lowered to the 2 year old’s height, finding her hair on a half arranged scrunchie to the right of her head.
- It’s fine. - Bucky said nervously. - You like it, don’t you, Sisi?
- No. - she pouted.
- It’s alright, baby. - Y/N carefully pulled the scrunchie down. - It looks better down anyway.
- Thanks. - Bucky mumbled. - I’m not good with hair ... at least Sadie’s hair.
It was an odd feeling. An odd feeling as he found himself completely at odds with how to look after his child while she just did it so effortlessly. She seemed to know better, better than him and she was a complete outsider. She wasn’t her mother, she wasn’t family yet Sadie followed her like a baby duck, happily telling her what she did. No tantrums, no anything. All she did was extend her little hand towards Y/N and Bucky couldn’t help the little green monster yearning to come out of him. He’d never really questioned what he was sacrificing, he thought it was ok. That’s what father’s did, right? That’s what his father had done and he always seemed to so tuned to his children’s needs. Yet, here he was, not knowing what to do about his own daughter.
He just starred at the spectacle of the fair, the sounds of children and their parents muzzled by his own thoughts. He just wondered, perhaps with some sort of obsession, if this, if who he was, was enough for Sadie. Was he a father or just the man who gave her a home?
- Sergeant Barnes? - her voice broke him from a daze he didn’t realise he’d been stuck in from his office all the way to the fair. - Sergeant Barnes, are you alright?
- Sorry. - he blinked harshly. - I was distracted.
- I gathered that much. - she looked at him from the corner of her eye. - Work?
- In a way. - he shrugged. - You’re good with Sadie.
- It’s part of my job. - she smiled at him. - You should fire me if I’m not good with Sadie.
- Not what I meant. - he continued looking at the aquarium exposition they’d set which was breath taking for little Sadie. - She really likes you. You can do her hair and she asks for you all the time.
- Sergeant Barnes, I ...
- When she’s with me ... - he took a deep breathe, the words getting stuck in the middle of his throat. - When she’s with me she asks for you.
- She asks for you as well. - she tried to comfort him. - She’s 2. I wouldn’t dwell on it.
- You’re like Mary fucking Poppins.
- Or maybe I just give her spoonfuls of sugar. - she joked. - You’re a good dad, Sergeant Barnes. A grumpy one but a good one.
- I thought we were done with Sergeant Barnes.
- Well, I am not done with being called sir. - she looked down at Sadie, pulling her away from the aquarium before she attempted to break the glass. - Why don’t we go on the merry go round?
- Fishies! - she pointed back at the fishes.
- It’s ok, Sisi. We can get you a gold fish after.
How they had ended up here, Bucky wasn’t sure. All he knew is that Y/N was holding Sadie’s against her chest, the little girl having dozed off after going on every single ride and tent she could find, while Bucky had his handfuls with big stuffed teddies, two goldfishes (because of course Sadie wanted a fish to keep the other fish company), and a half eaten cotton candy which Sadie had said she would finish home.
- You sure you don’t need help? - she asked, moving Sadie so she was more comfortably laying against her chest. - I can carry one of the stuffies.
- It’s okay. I may have gone overboard with the stuffies.
- At least you have a few new fans. - she teased, remembering how some of the mums had fawned as Bucky had easily won any and every fair game to win the biggest teddy available. - I’m sure you’ve increased your popularity.
- Did you have fun? - he attempted to change the subject. He knew his effect on women and he did not like to discuss it. Last thing he needed was a relationship to disrupt Sadie’s life. He was no stranger to a one night stand or even to having a few friends with benefits but that’s where it ended. For all Sadie, and even Y/N, were concerned he was a celibate, single man. It was for the best.
- As much fun as you can have when you ride the merry-go-round 10 times.
- C’mon, you need to have fun. What do you want to do?
- It’s okay, Sergeant Barnes. We need to get Sadie home and ...
- Bucky. - he interrupted her. - It’s Bucky and I asked you what you want to do. Trust me, Sadie’s not waking up any time soon. I want you to have fun as well.
- Fine. I want to shoot some cans.
- You want to shoot some cans? - he chuckled. - Alright. We can find something like that.
It wasn’t hard to find something like that. He just found it odd she wanted to do that. Perhaps it was the first thing that came through her mind when he asked her to do something she liked or maybe she had some pent up aggression within her. Whatever it was, Bucky was curious. He didn’t know much about her outside of what needed to be known. He knew she was working on her post graduate qualifications, doing a PhD, but he wasn’t sure on what. She didn’t share much.
- Here, let me hold her. - he shifted the things on his arms, finding space to hold his daughter against his hip. Y/N shrugged, handing him Sadie as if she would’ve easily shot the cans while holding the two year old. - Maybe you should ...
- I got it. - she grabbed the prop weapon, gathering her aim before shooting 5 cans down in a row.
- Do you ... do you shoot often? - he looked at her with a mix of confusion and amazement.
- Not really. - she said, not taking her eyes off the other 5 cans which she easily knocked down before turning to the guy manning the booth. - Can I get the blue dog plush, please?
- You’re a good shot.
- Is that a compliment, Sergeant Barnes?
- I’m a better shot but you’re not bad. - he added. - Come on. We have somewhere else to go.
- Are you gonna show me how much of a better shot you are?
- Don’t need to. Have medals to prove it, Y/N. Besides, I have my daughter here.
- Uh ... I think you’re just scared of losing.
- Is that so?
- Yes.
- Ok. There’s a shooting range about half an hour from my office, I’ll happily show you my skills there.
- Can’t perform without your familiar tools? - she crossed her arms.
- Oh doll. - he smirked. - I can perform with any tool you choose.
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Sad girl - eleven
summary: James has an interesting new business proposal and one hell of a condition to deal with.
pairing: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader
warnings: cursing, Bucky’s smartass, the feelings, smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), Anthony being Anthony
word count: 2.5k
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Everyone is seated at the table in the garden, facing the fountain at the back where Bucky and Steve stand. The alcohol in his system is stopping him from going absolutely insane while Steve gives him a knowing look.
“Everything is going to be okay,” Steve whispers to his friend.
“I know, I know.”
Off to the side of the glass doors that lead into the garden stand Doll and Nat. Doll is wringing her hands together while Nat has her hands on her shoulders, trying to get her to stand still.
“Girl you need to relax. Everything is going to be okay.”
“I know, I know. Where’s my father? Isn’t he supposed to be walking me with me?”
“I’m right here Darling,” late, as usual, Anthony walks up to the two women. Nat gives her a reassuring smile before walking out of the glass doors.
“Shall we?” he says offering his arm to his daughter.
Taking a deep breath, she takes his arm and they push the doors open. All eyes turn to look at them as they walk to the fountain. Bucky’s eye light up when he sees her while also taking in her form. He freezes at the sight of her stockings but is broken out of his trance by Steve clearing his throat. Anthony and she are standing in front of him, her father holding out their joined arms for Bucky to take. As she’s passed off, it’s her turn to be lost for words at the sight of him in a midnight double-breasted suit. Trailing her eyes over his body, she meets his and is shocked by how brilliant and bright his eyes are in this color.
Steve begins talking, giving the usual wedding speech however neither of them really hears what he has to say. Both are completely entranced by the other, eyes never leaving the other’s gaze. Bucky’s eyes flicker to the ‘B’ that shines brightly under but a sliver of lace under the lapel of her dress. Meeting her eyes again, she smirks before turning her attention to Steve.
“Do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?”
“I do.”
“Do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?”
“I do,” there’s that signature Barnes smirk.
“You may now kiss your bride.”
Bucky grabs ahold of her face, firmly planting his lips on hers. Before she can return the kiss, they break away at the sound of clapping. Steve claps a hand on their shoulders, presenting them as husband and wife once and for all.
The next hour or so goes by in such a blur, the two of them sitting side by side as their guests talk amongst themselves. The empty chair across from them doesn’t go unnoticed by Doll, however.
“Do you know why there’s a chair there?” she leans over and whispers in his ear.
“It’s a table so chairs do usually go there,” she hits his arm lightly before he really answers her, “I don’t actually know. Anthony asked if Nat could add an extra chair but he didn’t say what for.”
Looking over at her dad, she nods and stands up to talk to him. Bucky’s eyes follow her legs as she walks over and land on what little of her chest he can see when she leans over. The way her cherry-red lips move as she speaks is too much for him and he forces himself to look away, starting a conversation with Sam.
“Can I talk to you for a second?”
Anthony turns towards her, “I think I know what this is about.”
“Oh?”
“I was going to surprise you by bringing your mom but she didn’t show up like usual,” he explains as they walk towards the fountain.
“What? She’s dead, that’s not possible.”
“Well, that’s what I thought too until she showed up at my door six months ago, begging for money.”
“Wait six months ago? Why didn’t you tell me?’ anger is starting to build in her.
“Even if you don’t believe it, I am still your father and I do care about your wellbeing. I remember how hard it was on you when she left and never came back so I didn’t want you to get hurt if she didn’t show up again as she has now. Trust me, darling, it’s better off that we think of her as dead because that’s what she is; dead to us.”
“Excuse me? You didn’t tell me that my mom was alive because you didn’t think it would be good for me to know? She’s my mom, of course, I should know if she’s okay,” Anthony has to grab her by the arm and pull her further away from the group so no one hears their conversation.
“She abandoned you.”
“She had no choice.”
“Everyone has a choice.”
“Just not me. If you really cared about my wellbeing, you wouldn’t have pawned me,” she sneers at him, pulling her arm out of his grasp.
“You can’t tell me that you aren’t happy with how it turned out?”
“That doesn’t justify what you did. After tonight I want nothing to do with you or Stark Industries. Consider this my notice,” venom drips from her words but not really wounded a man like her father. She turns on her heel, all but storming back to Bucky, and sits angrily next to him.
“Everything okay?” concern laces his voice.
“Yes. I need a drink,” she mumbles, reaching for her champagne and swallowing in one swig.
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The night winds to an end around 11:11 pm with mostly loving goodbyes and a few cold stares.
“I’m sorry I didn’t really get the chance to talk to you but I’m happy for you and Buck. You two seem like a really good match. We should meet up sometime to get to know each other better,” Becca says to the new Mrs. Barnes as she hugs the couple goodbye.
“Of course! It was lovely to meet you.”
Seeing Becca off, the couple is left alone finally, turning to each other and letting out held-in breaths.
“Do you want to talk about what happened with your father?” the question is a loaded one but he needs to know what caused so much anger in her.
“It can wait until tomorrow. Right now I want to change into something more comfortable and get these heels off,” she says grabbing his arm for balance and sliding her heels off.
He hadn’t forgotten about the lace he saw earlier and with her bending over now, her dress has risen slightly to show off the clips of her garter belt.
“All better,” she smiles triumphantly with the white heels in her hand, the other still holding onto him, “walk me to my room?”
Words are not on his mind at the moment so he just smiles and nods ‘yes’. The thought of what she’s wearing underneath her dress is causing his pants to tighten and his eyes to cloud over with lust. Her small talk is lost on him as he uses all of his self-control to not push her up against the stair banister and do ungodly things to her.
The feeling is mutual for her. She had always liked men in suits but there was something about the way the blue of his suit brings out his eyes and how it was perfectly tailored to him. The chain of his dog tags isn’t visible but knowing it’s there and how good it would look swinging above her face is throwing her off. She’ll blame the champagne if he mentions how unsteady she is. He’s placed his hand on her back and the heat is going straight to her core. Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to wear the set Nat ordered because it’s starting to get too hot and too tight. If she doesn’t get out of it in the next 5 minutes, she might bust.
“Looks like we’re here,” his voice is lowered by a few octaves as they stand outside of her door.
“Do you want to come in?” falls out before she even knows what she’s saying.
His smirk is all the answer she needs and he thrusts open the door, hand on her back guiding her inside. Dropping her shoes in her closet, she debates taking off her dress right then and there to just get it over with but that would deny her the pleasure of having him undressing her. He takes a seat on the bench at the end of the bed, lounging back against it. What the hell does she do now? They’re both adults so they know what’s about to happen but it’s still nerve-racking.
“Come here,” drifts through the air, drawing her attention away from the shoes she just throw down.
“Why’d you ask me in here, Doll?”
“You’re smart, take a wild guess.”
“I’d say you’re trying to seduce me.”
“Hm I haven’t done anything,” she says coming to stand in between his spread legs. Neither of them moves, his hands flexing at his knees and hers sitting on her hips.
“Don’t think I didn’t notice the little set you’re wearing?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” a smirk plays on her lips as she goes to take a step back but his hands grab her to keep her in place.
“The stockings, the garter belt, and what I imagine is a matching set under this,” his fingers brush against the top of her thigh, tracing the edge of her dress.
“How observant,” she mummers.
“Did I get that right?” he mummers back, tugging her forward so she falls and has to check herself on his shoulders.
“Looks like you’ll have to find out for yourself,” is the last thing she says before crashing her lips into his and fully sitting on his lap.
Sliding his hands up under her dress, Bucky grabs a handful of her ass. Feeling the lace under his hand, he moans into her mouth which urges her to start unbuttoning his jacket. Her lipstick is smearing across their lips but neither of them could care. One hand stays on her ass, beginning to knead it as the other attempts to undo her belt. She can feel his struggle and quickly removes it for him so she can move to undo his shirt buttons.
“Shit Doll,” he moans out as she starts to move against him, the hand on her ass guiding her. She breaks the kiss, frustrated that she can’t get his shirt buttons undone but finds success once her eyes are helping in the task. Pushing the fabric back, she dives her head down to his neck to place open-mouthed kisses there. Breathless moans and sighs fall from her lips as their hips move in sync. Her dress is the next item of clothing to fall to the floor, leaving her in the white lace set.
“I was right,” he chokes out when she starts to nip at the soft skin of his neck.
“What would you like for being right?’ is whispered against his skin as she briefly pauses her assault.
Pulling her off of him by her hips, he stands and tosses her onto the bed before climbing back on top of her. Bucky’s lips go to her neck, leaving small kisses and nips as he works his way down her body. He pulls one of her bra cups down and attaches his lips to her nipple, drawing loud moans from her. Palming the other, he switches and tugs it between his teeth until it’s stiff. Satisfied, he continues his journey down her body until he reaches the top of her panties.
“All of this for me Doll?” he kisses her through her underwear, right over the wet spot that’s forming.
Frustrated moans fill the air while she wiggles her hips in his face, his stubble rubbed against her thighs. He chuckles at the action and unclips the garter belt, slowly rolling the stockings down her legs and leaving kisses where they used to lay. He drags his fingers over her slit through her underwear, feeling just how wet she is. Before she can protest against the teasing, he pulls her underwear to the side and licks up her slit.
“Jesus fuck Bucky,” her hands fly to his short hair as he works his tongue up and down her slit. Two fingers gather as much wetness as they can before working their way into her, ripping moans from the woman. He sucks on her clit as he moves his fingers inside of her and her hips meet him in earnest.
“Fuck, oh my god, Bucky… gonna cum.”
He doesn’t stop his worship of her pussy as she cries and withers above him, hips moving erratically to chase her high. The tug on his hair has him looking up to meet her eyes, “up” is her one-word command which he gladly follows. The moonlight shines through her window, casting light on the wetness in his facial hair. It’s a filthy sight but her only concern is why his lips aren’t on hers again.
“Pants off,” her fingers aren’t really working, her high still racing through her as she pleads with him. Ever the gentleman, he does it for her, the cold melt of his belt hitting her inner thigh as he takes his pants off. She can’t see it but she can definitely feel how heavy and thick he is through his boxers. A loud moan tears through her as she throws her back against the pillows and he grinds his hips into hers.
Wrapping her legs around his waist, she uses what little leg strength she has left to flip them over so she’s straddling him. She quickly undoes her bra, tossing it aside and pulling his boxers down his thighs. Her hand wraps around his cock and gives it a few tugs, spreading his precum around the tip.
“Fuck Doll, I’m not gonna last if you keep doing that.”
“That’s the plan,” she winks at him as she rubs his tip against her slit before sliding down completely. Her hands fly to his chest to steady herself. She starts slow and teasing at first, simply enjoying the feeling of being full and watching the man below her release the deepest and loudest moans she’s ever heard. Urging her to go faster, his hands on her hips help her move until they both become sloppy and frantic.
Suddenly he sits up, his hands going to hold her by her back and hers wrap around his shoulders.
“Come on Doll, let go for me,” whispering in her ear, he nearly begs her to cum.
“Bucky, oh god, so close… Bucky,” she chants his name into his neck as she feels the knot in her stomach tightening. One particularly hard thrust and the knot comes undone, her body tensing and relaxing in his grip as she finally let's go. Bucky isn’t far behind, moaning out her name as he releases inside of her.
Chest to chest, they don’t move and try to catch their breath. Bucky plants soft kisses on her shoulder and neck as she pulls her head from his neck to look at him. She’s wearing that completely fucked out look he aims to give his girl.
“So you were trying to seduce me.”
“It worked didn’t it?”
“It sure did,” he whispers against her lips.
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Love in Bloom
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader (Plant!Dad!Bucky)
Word Count: 2,863
Summary: You and Bucky have the best coffee date then meet up at the Farmer's Market. Every minute you spend with him makes you fall harder.
Author's Note: More plant!dad!bucky for you! I'm so excited that you all liked meeting him so much! I'm having a lot of fun with him! You can read the first story HERE! And please check out @nalonzooo art to see how amazing it is! 😍Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy! 🥰
PS If you'd like to see the shirt Bucky is wearing you can HERE and the two plant pots, ONE and TWO. 🥰💕
Warnings: plant talk, Alpine fluffs, sweet and soft fluffs all around :)
You and Bucky have been texting every day since you met at the garden center, silly plant memes and pictures of Alpine filling up the lines between sweet words and soft flirting.
You couldn’t wait to see him for coffee today.
The bell above the door dings as you enter and your eyes search for him. He’s standing at the counter, a large black backpack slung over his shoulders and a bouquet of flowers in one hand. He’s not wearing his hat today and his long hair is pulled back into a low bun with several strands sticking out.
When he spots you he smiles wide and waves you over.
“Hiya doll,” he says when you get close. “You look beautiful.”
You preen under his sweet words and kiss his cheek hello. “Hi Bucky.”
At the sound of your voice, Bucky’s backpack starts to move and Alpine’s white furry head peeks out between the open zipper.
“ALPINE!” you squeal, rubbing his head.
“He would have been very upset if I showed up without him,” Bucky laughs. “You can take him out if ya want.”
You reach down and gather up the cat, carefully lifting him out until he’s in your arms. You coo and gush over him while Bucky waits for your coffees.
The barista sets them down with a smile.
“Oh…shit,” Bucky mutters, finally tearing his eyes away from you when the coffee arrives. “Uh…I almost forgot,” he continues, holding out the bouquet of flowers. “These are for you.”
You take them with your free hand and bring them to your nose, inhaling the sweet fragrance.
“They’re so beautiful Bucky! Thank you!”
He grabs your coffees and starts toward a small empty table in the back. “You’re welcome doll. I got them at the Farmer’s Market in Union Square this morning.”
“You picked them out?” you ask, softly fingering the petals of the different blooms.
“Yeah,” he answers, looking both proud and slightly shy at the same time. “I like makin’ bouquets but I don’t really get the chance much.”
Bucky puts the coffees down and pulls your chair out for you.
“Well, it’s perfect,” you tell him as you sit, setting the flowers down on the extra seat. “Thank you!”
Alpine promptly curls up in your lap, his tail swishing contentedly back and forth as you pet him.
Bucky sits next to you and unhooks the front strap of his backpack before slinging it off.
You stare at his chest.
“Oh my god,” you giggle.
“What?” he asks. “Did I drop some of my breakfast on my shirt?”
His worried eyes shoot down and he pulls his shirt away from his body, studying it closely.
“That shirt is so cute!”
He sighs in relief and lifts his eyes with a chuckle. “Yeah, I couldn’t resist.”
You press your hand to the soft fabric to smooth it out, poking the spot where the cat sits on the shelf in between all the plants. The feel of his hard chest beneath your fingertips has you pulling your bottom lip between your teeth and it takes all of your willpower to drag your hand away.
“I love it,” you whisper. “It feels soft too.”
“It’s really comfortable,” he agrees. “I’m glad you like it. I didn’t even realize I put it on. Sometimes I wonder if all the plant and cat stuff is a bit much…”
“No way,” you interject. “What’s not to love about plants and cats?”
You sip your coffee and eye him over the rim of the cup.
“You get it,” he says, the corner of his eyes crinkling with his smile.
“Mmm,” you hum, “this is so good. I can’t believe I’ve never been here!”
“This place is great,” he agrees, “and they allow cats!”
After some yummy sips and comfortable silence he asks, “so how’s Spidey? Still alive I hope?”
“Thankfully still alive,” you giggle. “But I still don’t know the best spot to keep him and how often to water him and if I should repot him? If I kill another plant I’m not sure my confidence will recover…”
You laugh but the look on your face must say it all.
“You’re not going to kill him doll!” he assures you before launching into a barrage of questions and information.
You’re long done with your coffee and scones by the time you both feel satisfied that you have enough starter plant knowledge to keep Spidey thriving.
“When he gets too big for his pot I can’t wait to pick a new one out! They have so many cute ones on Etsy!”
Bucky drops his head with a playful scoff. “Don’t even get me started on Etsy. I have two new pots on the way right now.”
“Lemme see!” you squeak, smacking him in the arm in excitement.
He feigns pain and rubs the spot. “Ouch.”
“Oh please,” you tease. “You’re like solid muscle. There is no way that hurt.”
You squeeze his bicep and he instinctively flexes.
“Well now you’re just showing off,” you tell him, “and if you don’t stop I’m going to feel you up in the coffee shop.”
He goes still, his eyes laser focused on you before they drop to your lips when your tongue darts out to wet them.
“I’m sorry,” you mutter, feeling your skin heat with embarrassment. “I would never…”
“Doll,” he says, stopping you. “It’s fine. More than fine actually. I have zero problem with you touching me.”
“Oh.”
His eyes wander over your face before he leans in a little closer.
“That’s good,” you whisper, getting a good whiff of him, clean and spicy.
“Here are your blueberry muffins to go!” the barista says as she sets down the boxes.
You and Bucky move apart quickly, clearly startled out of the heat of the moment.
“Thanks,” you say, giving the barista a small smile.
When you take out your wallet he stops you with a warm hand over yours. “I got it doll.”
“But you already got the coffee and scones,” you explain.
“And I’ve got the muffins too,” he says.
“Thank you.”
He leans in and gives you a soft kiss at the corner of your mouth, his lips lingering for a moment longer than necessary and your skin tingles.
“Thank you,” he whispers before pulling out his phone.
He scrolls around for a few seconds before turning his screen around so you can see it. There’s a picture of a white pot with a cat shaped face, the cat’s expression sweet and serene.
“So I got that one anddddd this one,” he says, scrolling again to a picture of another white cat planter, except this time it has four little legs.
“I love them,” you say. “They’re perfect and almost as cute as Alpine!”
Once you’re outside in the sunshine and back to some form of reality you reluctantly hand over Alpine.
“Guess I have to give him back huh?” you joke.
“Well,” Bucky begins, rubbing the back of his neck. “We’re going to be at the Farmer’s Market again tomorrow morning. If you’re around you could join us?”
“I do need to stock up on fruits and vegetables,” you muse. “I’ll be there, just text me a time later.”
Thankfully Sunday morning comes quickly and you’re out the door in record time, strolling down West 17th street in the sunshine.
When you don’t see Buck you start to amble around the stalls, picking through various fruits and admiring the jarred jams.
“That one is really good.”
The deep and familiar voice makes you smile before you even turn around and when you do you see Bucky standing there with his backpack against his chest and Alpine’s head sticking out.
“Hey you two!”
He quickly but carefully swings the bag to his shoulder and wraps his free arm around your waist, pulling you toward his chest for a sweet kiss on the cheek.
His hair is down today, brushing his shoulder and you have a strong urge to take one of the strands hanging in his face and twirl it around your finger.
Instead, you reach up and tuck it behind his ear, your eyes studying his face while you lean into him.
“I also have that in fig and raspberry flavor.”
“I think she’s talking to you,” Bucky says with a smirk.
“Huh?” you mumble, still staring at him.
He delicately takes your chin between his fingers and turns your head toward the stall.
“OH!” you squeak. “I’m so sorry…I was just saying hello and um…right. Did you say fig and raspberry?”
The vendor nods with a knowing smile.
“That’s great. I love figs. I’ll take one!”
You slip from Bucky’s arms and finish the transaction, taking your nicely packaged jam and walking toward the next stall, still feeling a bit awkward.
When you stop at the sunflower stall Bucky says, “I’ve always wanted to grow these but I don’t really have anywhere to do it.”
“They get really tall right?”
“Yeah, taller than me,” he says with a laugh. “I have to do more research.”
“They’re beautiful! Have you ever been to a farm to see them. It’s amazing!”
“I haven’t yet but I’d really like to do that,” he admits.
“We can go together…if you want?”
“How about you let me take you on a proper date first then we’ll go out to the farm and pick sunflowers.”
“I love that plan.”
Even though you’re still standing beside the stall and there are people walking by and around you, it seems as if it all fades away as Bucky steps closer and his fingertips graze your arm, his touch sending a shiver down your spine.
He whispers your name, his eyes falling to your lips just before Alpine’s paw shoots between your faces and bats away a loose piece of Bucky’s hair.
“Alpine!” Bucky chides. “Watch it buddy!”
You cover your mouth but can’t stop your eruption of giggles as you watch Alpine continue to try and bat Bucky in the face.
“Told you he was a menace!” Bucky says with a pointed look at Alpine who simply meows with a blink.
“Aw but who could be mad at that face?” you coo, scratching under Alpine’s chin.
“ME!” Bucky practically pouts. “I’m mad!”
A smile tugs at the corner of his lips and after a moment of silence you both start laughing again.
“Come on,” Bucky says as he slings his arm around your shoulder. “Let’s buy some food!”
By the time you’re done perusing and purchasing it’s almost lunch time.
“I’m starving,” Bucky says as he rubs his stomach.
Your eyes fall to the action just as his shirt rides up and you catch a glimpse of his taut skin lined with a dark trail of hair that disappears into his jeans.
With a hard swallow you avert your eyes and mumble, “me too!”
“Wanna get some lunch doll?”
“What was that?” you ask, lifting your eyes to find him watching you intently.
“Do you want to grab a bite? It’s lunch time.”
“Shit, already! I’m supposed to meet my best friend for lunch at one!”
“It’s only a little after twelve, don’t worry,” he assures you with a smile but it doesn’t reach his eyes.
“I’d invite you to come along but it’s our girl time,” you explain, looking disappointed yourself.
“Nope, I get it doll. That’s important time but let me at least walk you back to your place.”
“I’d like that.”
He adjusts Alpine and his backpack then takes your bag from you, switching hands so his free one is swinging next to yours.
Every so often your fingers brush as you walk and finally he hooks his pinky through yours, gauging your reaction. When you smile and tighten your grip he entwines all his fingers with yours, brushing his thumb over your knuckles.
You walk back to your apartment hand in hand.
“I can’t believe I didn’t buy any flowers or plants today,” Bucky states, looking surprised as he holds the door of your building open for you.
“Oh my gosh, you didn’t!”
“It’s your fault,” he teases. “You’re a distraction.”
You press your teeth into your bottom lip and shrug demurely before turning and heading up the steps.
“Thankfully I’m only on the second floor…this is me.”
You point to the door on the left and start to fish for your keys. Once you have the door open you tell him to come in so you can take your bag and show him Spidey.
He approves of your placement and also Spidey’s overall health and you clap your hands together happily.
Your phone dings and you grab it, quickly reading a text from Nat.
“Thank goodness she finally picked a place to eat,” you laugh.
“Me and Alpine will have to pick some pizza up on the way home,” he says with a wink.
You stand only a few inches apart, staring at each other.
“Well, I guess…” you start.
“Thanks for meeting…” he begins at the same time.
You both drop your heads and laugh.
“I had the best time Bucky. I wish we could have had lunch too…”
“Nah don’t worry, it’s ok doll. I mean I do too. I would have loved to spend the rest of the day with you but you have plans. I understand.”
He turns and starts toward the door.
“Don’t forget to say goodbye to Alpine. He’ll bitch the whole way home if you don’t.”
As if on cue Alpine’s two white ears perk up and he pops his head out of Bucky’s open backpack.
“Bye handsome,” you croon. “Be good and I’ll see you soon.”
“He’s not coming on our dinner date next week,” Bucky chimes in. “I don’t want him stepping on my toes again.”
“Awwww,” you say with feigned sadness. “I’ll miss him!”
When Bucky’s standing in your doorway he turns to face you again and licks his lips.
“Text me when you get home?” he asks, his tone unsure.
“I will,” you say with a soft smile.
“Have fun doll!”
You both stand there staring at each other again and you finally take a step closer, your eyes focused on his before they drop to his lips.
“Bye Bucky.”
You practically invite him to kiss you, pressing yourself against him as you lean up. You lay your palms on his chest and feel his muscles flex beneath you. He dips his head, his lips brushing your cheek before he gives you a quick peck in the same spot and turns on his heel.
You try to hide your disappointment with a smile but the corners of his mouth turn down as he backs up.
“See you soon,” he says quietly.
“See you soon,” you reply as you start to shut the door.
With a wave you shut it softly and let out an exhale as you deflate.
You’re not even two steps away when you hear a knock. Your stomach erupts in butterflies as you twirl around and swing the door open, staring at Bucky on the other side.
“That’s not at all how I wanted to say goodbye,” he murmurs before he steps back inside your apartment, shuts the door and spins you against it.
You realize there’s nowhere to go as you find yourself pressed to the door; Bucky’s hard body lined up with yours.
The first thing you feel is the strength of his metal hand as it wraps around your arm and his other clasping the nape of your neck as he drags you closer and covers your mouth with his.
You make a throaty sound you can’t control and cling to him, the smell of him, the feel of his hands holding you to him, it’s all overwhelming in the best way. His hand at your neck tightens every so slightly and he groans, the sound skimming across your skin like electricity.
He deepens the kiss, demanding more and it’s enough to steal your breath. Your hands dive into his hair and you moan into his mouth again, unable to stop it as his hand on your arm slips behind you and traces the curve of your spine.
With a muttered curse he breaks the kiss, pulling back only an inch to look into your eyes. His blue eyes are dark, his long lashes lowered as he traces his tongue over his swollen lips.
“Bucky?” you whisper.
He closes his eyes, resting his forehead to yours.
“I’m sorry if that was…”
“It was perfect,” you whisper.
His eyes open and he lifts his head, reluctantly putting some space between you.
“Perfect,” he repeats.
He still looks like he wants to kiss you again and again as his eyes wash over you and his expression looks pained.
Your phone dings again.
“Nat,” you state, not taking your eyes off him.
He wavers, leaning toward you before he mutters, “fuck,” and runs a hand through his hair. “Right. Lunch.”
“I’ll talk to you later doll,” he says.
“Ok,” you manage, willing your body to keep holding you upright.
He gives you a slow and sexy smile before turning and walking down the steps.
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Sometimes Your Soul Family Is The Only Family You Need - Part 2
Marvel AU
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader x Steve Rogers
Summary: 18 months ago you were a mess but with the help of your close friends you start to rebuild your life. Your soul friendships maybe chaotic but they're your family, just as you're theirs. With one of them about to have a baby, you and your misfit friends are here to visit. But will you stay? And what will the small town think of you having two soulmates and why do you keep finding yourself in the same place as a bunch of hot bikers.
"Sometimes families are assholes, sometimes your soul connections mean far more than family ever can. Sometimes your soul family is the only family you need." - Nurse Maggie
Chapter Warning: Premature labour mentioned, mention of miscarriage
Chapter Summary: The reader and Ryan arrive and the fluttering in readers chest is nothing right? RIGHT???
Your ass was well and truly numb, and Ryan had possibly napped more than he ever had. You glanced over at him in the passenger seat. Passenger Princess.
Ryan had come into your life at a time you needed him most. You'd left home, quickly after your soul letters had appeared. They weren't your standard letters though. You had two lots of letters on your wrist and to say your family was shocked was an understatement.
Your Dad had immediately branded you a whore and made it clear you weren't welcome in the house anymore. Your siblings, all older and already with homes of their own, either shrugged or pointed out it WAS his house.
A very emotional phone call between you and an old school friend, had led you to pack a case and grab your passport. Days later you were in Spain working the season at a fancy hotel.
You and Ryan had started on the same day. Both of you escaping home. You for apparently being a whore and him for being gay. You were allocated a small one bed apartment to share and a friendship was formed. After an issue with accommodation, and more people joining the season, you were joined by Annemarie, Darcy and Wanda. The snap of being soul friends happened the moment they stepped into the apartment.
Over the next few weeks you would all begin to come back together, as Annemarie welcomed her baby. It was sooner than it should be and the knots in your stomach had meant you'd not ate all day. You were probably the most worried you'd ever been. You didn't want her to go through what you had. She was much further along in her pregnancy and it would make it hundreds time worse.
Your baby, a boy you'd thought, would have been..............STOP. Stop it right now, you told yourself as the lump formed in your throat and a tear ran down your face.
You spotted a sign for Brook Town and placed your hand on Ryan's leg and tapped lightly.
"Ry, Ry, Ryyyyyyyyyyyyyy"
"Urghhhhhhhhhhhh, this better be good"
"Were almost there."
"Oh. Babe did we even stop?"
You shook your head.
"Y/N! You should have taken a break!"
"It's fine. I just want to get there. I don't want her to be on her own."
Ryan's heart sinks when he realises. This isn't just about getting to your best friend quickly, it's that she has someone with her.
"Babe, she's not on her own. Daniel is there."
"I know, I know. You know what I mean." she reply glancing over at him, and he knows immediately what you mean. He still thinks of you in that hospital bed. How you looked so alone when he'd arrived, even when your Mum had decided to make an appearance.
He squeezed your arm and leaned over planting a kiss on your cheek.
"I know, I know."
"She only has him right now."
"I know and he probably needs us too. His family are still on vacation right?"
"I think so." you replied as you're mind started to wander again, Ryan squeezed your arm again. You smiled at him and pushed your intrusive thoughts back.
"So the pie shop and then the hospital right?"
"Yep" Ryan replied, pointing to the row of stores as you approached it "it's the second one along."
You parked immediately in front of the store, the evening setting in meaning it was a quiet time for shoppers. The store was open for another fifteen minutes but that didn't stop Ryan rushing in.
"I'll go in, you take a break, hopefully they haven't sold the pregnant lady's pie."
You snorted with laughter as he dashed in, deciding stretching your legs was a good idea. Your legs cramped up as you tried and you groaned loudly as you got out.
"Fuck me."
You heard a snort of laughter and looked around to find a set of piercing blue grey eyes looking at you. And there it was the fluttering in your chest.
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Can’t Help Falling in Love- B.Barnes
Summary: A snowy day in the Barnes Household, Bucky baking with his daughter, his wife and son busy decorating their house for the holiday.
Pairings: Bucky x fem!Reader, Dad!Bucky x OC!Twins Sarah and Stevie
Fic Warnings: Bucky as a girl dad, Bucky is a good husband, use of Y/N, Female Reader
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A chilly December morning, snow dancing through the sky, the Barnes family was getting their cozy home ready for the upcoming holidays. Bucky was in the kitchen baking with one of the twins, Sarah. His wife was in a cleaning frenzy, cleaning every nook and cranny of the house and the other twin, Stevie, he was helping his mom clean up, manning the vacuum for her. They were hosting Christmas in their new house, they had bought it in November and had just finished making it into a home. They were excited but the two adults stressed out over the fact that they were having people stay over and they still had so much to do.
There were still boxes scattered around that Bucky had moved up to the attic for the time being, their picture frames still needed to be hung on the walls, their Christmas tree still hadn’t gotten put up yet, the bookshelf in the living room had only books on it and none of their family photos or sentimental knick-knacks. That was what Y/N was doing after she had finished cleaning. She enlisted the help of Stevie and the two of them got their sentimental items up in no time. When it came time to hang pictures, however, she knew she needed Bucky’s help for that.
She was clumsy and was prone to injuring herself doing mundane tasks like putting on clothing. She knew that if she was going to be hanging pictures, she’d hit her hand with the hammer countless times before actually getting the nail in the wall. So, she made her way into the kitchen where Bucky and Sarah were at the counter, backs turned, mixing dough in the stand mixer. The two of them sporting matching braids, Bucky having a single french braid down the middle and Sarah having french braid pigtails. Y/N padded her way behind her husband, her arms snaking around his waist and her forehead resting on the center of his back.
“Hi mama, wanna help us make cookies?” Bucky asked his wife, his hands grabbing hold of her forearms, giving them a gentle squeeze.
“I’ll leave that to the professionals. When you’re all done, can you help me get the pictures up on the wall? I’m clumsy and Stevie can barely lift the hammer,” She replied, planting a kiss on the back of his left shoulder at the end of her sentence.
“I most certainly can help you, but you need to taste test our chocolate chips first. It’s your favorite recipe of mine, made them just for my girls.” Bucky had turned in his wife’s arms, holding a cooled chocolate chip cookie out for her to eat. She took a bite and nearly melted at the taste. Bucky had a way about making cookies, no matter what, they always turned out so flavorful and delicious. Of course she went in for another bite, then another, until the cookie was gone. Bucky let out a chuckle as he wiped the corner of her mouth with his thumbs. “I take that you liked them, see that princess? I told you mommy would love our cookies.”
“Of course I would, two of my favorite people in the whole world made them. Good job, my loves,” She turned to her daughter and started to whisper, “I know you did all of the hard work. They were the best cookies I’ve ever tasted.” She knew Bucky could hear her but she did that intentionally. Sarah’s little face lit up at her mother’s praise, giving her a big hug and a big kiss on the cheek. “I love you, princess. Why don’t you go help your brother get some of the decorations up? Give yourself a break from baking for a little while.”
“I love you too, mommy! I’ll make sure Stevie doesn’t mess up the garland like last year,” Sarah replied before rushing out of the kitchen to her twin.
Bucky’s hands had now found their way to Y/N’s waist, resting right above her hips. Her arms had found their way around his neck, her hands messing with the end of his braid. He had grabbed her phone and changed the Christmas music that was playing to a playlist that Y/N had made when they first got married. It was a mix of songs that the two of them loved, songs that reminded them of each other, some of them were just some classic love songs. The first song that came on was a cover of an old classic, Can’t Help Falling in Love by Haley Reinhart.
The two of them swayed gently to the music, getting lost in each other. Bucky had leaned down and connected their lips into a sweet kiss, only to get interrupted seconds later by their children fake vomiting at the sight. All that was heard the rest of the night was the laughter of the two children and their parents, holiday music playing throughout the house and the occasional suggestion from Alpine.
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.just the way you are | two.
pairing: dbf!bucky x fem!reader
summary: back home in brooklyn, job lost, dumped, unable to pay rent, and utterly ashamed of yourself. of course your dad had offered out your childhood bedroom, but what happens when you bump into his best friend once again, this time no longer the teenager that you were when you left?
chapter word count: 2522
series warnings: smut, 18+, minors dni, fingering, age gap (reader 24, bucky 39)
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Your night was restless, Bucky’s words bouncing around your head, keeping you awake and unable to sleep no matter how hard you tried. You tossed and turned, each new position only making you more frustrated until you finally flopped onto your back and stared up at the ceiling.
You knew he had been joking, he had to have been joking. There was no way he was serious - based on the tall, blonde girls he’d been with before, you knew you were his type, and even if you were, you were almost certain that he wouldn’t risk it with his best friend’s daughter. Your dad would never forgive him, or you for that matter, if anything actually happened between the two of you.
But what if he had been serious? What if he was in the spare room waiting for you right now? No, you wouldn’t go, you couldn’t. Because there was always the chance that he had just been teasing you, and if you showed up at his door in the middle of the night, then he would know how much you wanted him, and he would probably never let it go. Not to mention the fact that your dad was just on the other side of the wall.
But fuck did you want to go; how could you not? The thought of Bucky relentlessly fucking you into the mattress had been your sole fantasy for your entire teenage years, and you’d be lying if the thought of him hadn’t slipped into your mind a few times when you’d been with your ex-boyfriend. He was that one unattainable thing, always just a little out of reach, always standing behind a wall of obstacles, making it impossible for you to reach him.
You were hot, frustrated, and needy. Huffing, you slipped out of bed, padding across the carpet and into the hall, down the stairs and towards the kitchen. It was dark downstairs, but you didn’t dare turn on the light, not wanting to wake either of the men asleep upstairs. You grabbed a glass from the shelf and filled it with water from the tap, taking a sip as you sighed out.
“Can’t sleep?”
You spun around in surprise, almost spilling the water on the floor at your quick reflexes, only to find Bucky sitting at the island counter in the darkness, his own glass of water on the table in front of him. He rose to his feet and strolled towards you, coming to stop on the other side of the counter, leaning back against it. Your breath caught as you took in the sight of him, shirtless, toned abs on full display, now visible in the glimmer of moonlight that he had stepped into, a pair of your dad’s sweatpants low on his hips.
You couldn’t speak, your mouth immediately going dry despite the water that you had just drank. Bucky crossed his arms over his chest, waiting, but when he realised that you weren’t going to reply, he continued.
“I thought I told you to come to my room tonight,” he said, his voice low and rough, gravely almost, completely different from the light, joking tone that you were used to from him. “You know, I was waiting for you. I’m not a patient man.”
“I-I didn’t think you were serious,” you stammered, taking a step back and pressing yourself against the counter behind you. Bucky simply scoffed, pushing himself forward towards you, planting a hand on each side of you on the counter behind you, trapping you in place.
“I’m always serious when it comes to this.”
You blinked, genuinely unsure how to proceed. Your thighs were clenched tighter than they ever had been before, and you couldn’t help the slight whimper that escaped your lips at his close proximity.
“I thought you were just teasing me,” you said, your voice wobbly, something that Bucky didn’t miss. He smirked, tilting his head to one side, leaning closer to you, whispering his next words in your ear.
“Oh I wasn’t teasing you, sweetheart,” he whispered, bringing goosebumps to your skin. “But now I’m going to."
His hand moved from the counter to your cheek, stroking softly at your skin, an action that made your eyes flutter closed as you planted your glass of water on the table behind you. Shivers ran up your spine as his hand moved lower, tracing your jawline, down your neck and past your collarbones, down your ribcage, between your breasts, and coming to a stop at your abdomen.
“W-We shouldn’t be doing this Bucky,” you mumbled out, just as Bucky planted a kiss to your neck, the small gasp that you made sounding louder in the silence of the dark kitchen.
“Tell me to stop and I will,” he whispered against the sensitive skin on your neck, but you were already done for, and he knew that. He knew you weren’t going to tell him to stop, and that was why his hand slipped a little lower, cupping your heat in an action that made your head roll back. With only your sleeping shorts and panties between you, you were certain he could feel the damp patch that had been growing there all night as you thought about him. He pressed the heel of his hand into you, pushing down directly on your bundle of nerves, and you moaned, loudly. “Don’t know how you expected me to stay away from you when you look this good. I’ve been wanting to touch you all day.”
His hand circled, once, twice, three times, just as your head leant forward to lean on his shoulder. He slid it upwards so that his index and middle finger would directly on your bud, building up speed, enough that it only took a few seconds for the coil to begin building in your lower stomach.
“P-Please don’t stop,” you whimpered against his shoulder as his circles grew faster and more deliberate. This was a man that knew what he was doing, that was bringing you so close to finishing by barely touching you.
And then, just as you heard the patter of footsteps on the stairs and the hall light switch on, he pulled his hand away. You whimpered at the loss, left high but certainly not dry, so close, yet with your bliss taken away from you.
“Now I’m teasing you,” he whispered before moving away from you entirely, just as your dad wandered into the kitchen. He paused when he saw you and Bucky, raising an eyebrow in surprise.
“What are you two doing down here in the dark?” He asked, glancing between you both.
“Water,” you and Bucky said at the same time. Your dad shrugged, turning on the light and moving to grab a glass from the shelf, standing beside you to fill his glass at the sink.
“Are you ok, honey?” He asked as he took a sip, looking at you with a frown. “You look a little flushed.”
“Yeah, I’m fine,” you rushed out quickly, not missing the little chuckle that Bucky gave out. “Just struggling to sleep, but I’m going to head to bed now and try again.”
“Alright honey,” your dad said with an understanding nod. “Goodnight.”
You rushed back up to your room, your mind reeling as you slid back under the covers. That had been the last thing you had expected to happen when you went down for water; it was dangerous, risky, but you couldn’t deny the fact that you had enjoyed it. If only he had brought you to release. He really had been teasing you, and it occurred to you that perhaps that had been his plan from the very second he had pinned you against the counter.
You quickly slipped a hand into your shorts, bringing yourself up and over the edge finally, imagining it was still his fingers, not yours, a whisper of Bucky’s name falling from your lips as you came.
If there was one thing you were certain of it was that your dreams were going to be filled with Bucky that night.
And of that, you were correct.
You woke late the next morning, quickly hopping in the shower and getting dressed, rushing downstairs in the hopes of seeing Bucky again. But when you arrived in the kitchen the only person you found was your dad, brewing a pot of coffee, with a bowl of cereal in one hand. He was already dressed for work, beaming at you as you wandered in.
“Coffee?” He asked, and when you nodded he poured you a cup and passed it to you as you sat down at the island counter. Your eyes drifted to the spot of the counter next to the sink, to the place where Bucky had left you wanting more the night before. Your mind flashed back to his hands on you, to his words whispered against your skin.
“Where’s Bucky?” You asked, shaking the thoughts away, curious to know the answer, but trying to play it cool, taking a sip of your coffee.
“He left early this morning, said he had some reports to finish up before work today,” your dad explained, unquestioningly. “What are your plans for today?”
You shrugged; honestly you didn’t have any plans at all, besides perhaps beginning the search for a new job, maybe reaching out to some of your old friends in the city.
“Well, try and get out of the house today, I think it’ll do you some good,” he took another bite of food as he spoke, checking his watch and swearing under his breath when he saw the time, throwing his dishes into the sink and rushing to grab his jacket and briefcase. He planted a gentle kiss on your head, mumbling something about being late for his meeting, and rushed out of the door, leaving you alone.
You did end up texting your old friends, but none of them were available for lunch. Yelena, your old best friend from high school, seemed excited to hear from you however, and the pair of you agreed to grab a coffee later in the week.
Opening your laptop you began scrolling through job openings in the city; there wasn’t really anything that caught your eye. You applied for a couple of jobs at companies in Manhattan, but each of them were below your position.
That was when your phone vibrated on the table beside you, and glancing down at the screen you saw that it was a message from Bucky. You weren’t able to hide the smile that spread across your face, thankful that there was no one around to see it and grow suspicious.
Bucky: Haven’t been able to stop thinking about you all day.
You chuckled, quickly typing out a reply. You knew that it was risky to be messaging him like this, knowing that he was at work, only metres away from your dad’s desk at all times, but you couldn’t help it. The thrill that you got from that first message was enough to push you to reply, and to hope that he would keep messaging, despite the risk.
You: Me too. I was looking for you when I woke up this morning.
You returned to your computer screen, beginning to scroll through possible work-from-home options, but you weren’t really focusing, impatiently waiting for that buzz of your phone that told you that he had replied.
Bucky: I wonder what daddy would say if he knew the thoughts I was having about his daughter.
There it was again, that subconscious clench of your thighs at the thought, that little damp patch appearing in the material of your panties. The way that your body reacted to him was almost incorrigible, as if he could make you do anything with just his words.
You began to type, but another message came through before you had the chance.
Bucky: If you’re good, I’ll give you what you want.
You raised an eyebrow; you knew what you wanted, but you wanted - no, needed - for him to say the words. You needed to know that he wanted the same thing, that this wasn’t some silly little game, where he would flirt with you and then drop you as if you were nothing. You wanted to go the whole way, and you needed to be sure he wanted the same thing.
You: And what’s that?
A pause, your heart beating rapidly, your throat dry as you stared at the three little dots on the screen, indicating that he was typing.
Bucky: I’ll ruin you.
The day passed by quickly, and the texting had been none-stop. It was constant, every minute, never ending, and you loved it. The longer the two of you spoke, the dirtier the messages became, and you’d found yourself sliding a hand into your panties to relieve the pressure on more than one occasion that day.
That afternoon, as you sat waiting for the next message from Bucky, your dad got home from work, and you heard his voice echoing through the hallway.
“It’ll just be a short trip, just the weekend I think. I just need to make sure this partnership goes smoothly, and I can do that better in person,” you heard his voice, and you paused, sliding your phone into your pocket and turning around, craning yourself over the back of the couch to see who he was talking to. “I’d just appreciate someone checking in on her while I’m away.”
“Don’t worry.” Bucky; you would recognize that voice anywhere. “I’ve got it.”
A moment later your dad appeared in the living room doorway, Bucky close behind him. Your dad beamed when he saw you, throwing his briefcase onto the chair and shrugging off his jacket. Bucky, on the other hand, wasn’t dressed for work, his suit jacket and tie already discarded, leaving him in a crisp white shirt, unbutton slightly at the top.
“What’s this I hear about a trip?” You asked, looking to your dad with a frown as he straightened up and turned to you.
“I have to head to San Francisco tonight to meet with our possible new partners,” your dad explained. “I probably won’t be back until Monday at the earliest.”
“So you’re going to be gone for the rest of the week?” You asked, your eyes flicking to Bucky who was hovering behind your dad, his eyes trained on you.
“Unfortunately, sorry honey,” your dad apologised as he headed to the door. “But Bucky said he’ll come and check on you while I’m gone, right Buck?”
Bucky, eyes trained on yours, smirked as he replied, throwing you a quick wink, one that you prayed your dad hadn’t caught. “Yep, I will,” he said, his voice low. “And I’ll do my best to keep her entertained while you’re away.”
You waited patiently as your dad packed his bag, kissed your forehead, and him and Bucky left for the airport.
But you knew for sure that the next few days were going to be more than a little eventful.
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How Could You? (Steve Rogers x Daughter!Reader)
TW: Mentions of death, technically abandonment
She'd been gone for five years. For whatever reason, she'd ended up in the middle of a field with hundreds of other people just like her. Enhanced, intelligent people. Heroes.
Y/N felt her soul tear itself apart when she'd found Clint Barton. Her eyes asked a question she couldn't find the words to. The sad shake of his head was answer enough, and they locked eyes for a moment longer before returning to their own personal missions. There was no time for hugs, no time for tears. He needed to kill the disgusting alien he was fighting off, and she needed to find her dad.
She ran faster than the average person, half of her DNA being superhuman, but still felt as though she were moving in slow motion. Bodies dropped around her, injured friends and dead foe alike. She only prayed that the next to fall wouldn't be her father's.
"Dad!" she yelled, though she knew her efforts would be fruitless. Nobody could truly hear her over the sounds of weapons and warcries. Before she could open her mouth to yell a second time, she saw her father standing behind Thanos, who seemed suddenly afraid for someone who was supposedly winning.
The enemy around her started to fade to dust, and as Thanos disappeared, she barreled into her father. He stumbled, planted himself again and wrapped Y/N in a tight hug, even with the cracked shield still on his arm. She wished she could freeze time. She wished she didn't hear the scream; Peter's scream.
She turned and felt her heart breaking all over again. Peter was pulled back from Tony and Pepper knelt beside him, whispering her goodbyes. He sighed out his last breath. Her father, who didn't see always see eye-to-eye with Stark, was the first to kneel, her right after him.
The world seemed to sink to its knees before the fallen hero, and Y/N felt selfish that she'd been so happy to see her own hero just moments before.
It was supposed to be quick. Her dad would just be returning the stones and then coming back to her. He'd put them back exactly where they'd been taken from and then he'd appear right where he'd left from.
She waited on the bench for all of five minutes, though it'd felt like hours. She didn't expect the man beside her to be so... old.
"Dad?" she hesitated. He looked like her dad, but he was too old to be Steve Rogers. Apparently she was wrong, as the man smiled and simply said "Hey, there's my peanut."
Y/N shook her head. "I don't understand. Why do you look like that? Did something go wrong?"
"Nothing went wrong, baby. Everything went perfectly, actually. I finally got around to that dance I'd promised someone." She didn't even have to ask who he'd meant. She knew exactly who'd been waiting so long for a waltz with Captain America. She felt like broken glass, her sharp edges laced with poison as she spat out "What about what you'd promised me?"
He'd promised to come back to her. To live happily for the rest of their lives. To be there for every event. The man before her looked like he had mere months left to live.
"Y/N/N, you have to understand-"
She didn't let him finish. She stood and stormed back up to the house, ignoring his calls. She dodged every concerned look, and the only person who tried to stop her was Bucky Barnes. She just glared, mouth quivering slightly, and said "He's outside" before sidestepping him and stomping up the stairs.
She'd had a long conversation with Stephen Strange about the timeline and how it went unaffected by her father's actions. Apparently, the man Peggy married in their timeline had always been Steve, her two sons both of theirs. Steve was always meant to return to the time he'd lived in before he'd gone into the ice. She hadn't been removed from existence because she was born post-freezing, pre-time travel.
She supposed she was at least thankful she was still alive, but she was angry with Steve. She was working on finding it in herself to forgive him for leaving her. She'd only started to make some progress before Bucky busted into her room, telling her she needed to come quickly.
Steve was laying down, clutching a blanket and Sam's hand. He coughed a few times and looked at her, and she felt her heart drop to her stomach.
"No. No! This isn't fair! It's not time yet!" She fought against Bucky, who'd tried to pull her into his arms to comfort her. She stopped, hearing her name in his frail old voice. She moved slowly to his side and he grabbed her hand. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, baby. I think I'm gonna have to go. I love you."
Y/N shook her head, a tear rolling down her face as she sobbed. "How could you?" He knew she wasn't mad at him. She was heartbroken. He felt the same. But he couldn't say any more than another "I love you" before taking his final breath, his hand going limp in her own.
She was dragged away screaming by Bucky as Sam closed his best friend's eyelids for good.
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Everything the Light Touches (18+) - Chapter Six
Mafia!Bucky x F!Reader
chapter warnings: language, violence (it’s a mob fic), alcohol usage
a/n: hi folks! i’m back! so sorry there’s been like a week between the last few chapters, work has been insane but i FINALLY have an actual weekend this week! so! hope you enjoy this chapter, and i’m glad y’all are enjoying the fic so far!
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“One of our suppliers has moved a little closer to home so we’ll be able to do work more directly with them, James I want you to be in charge of that piece,” George spoke directly to Bucky, who nodded in agreement. The weekly meeting of Barnes Inc. felt a little different this week after seeing you for the first time in so long. Seeing you at The Underworld, running into you on a date with Liam Stinson while at dinner with his parents, they all put Bucky in a downright weird mood. He’d been paying less attention at this meeting than he should’ve been but he couldn’t help it. Having you back in New York, and playing into the plans your parents had laid out for you, had Bucky’s mind reeling and his stomach rolling.
There had been many times over the last ten years that Bucky had regretted going about the issue with your parents the way he did. He couldn’t even count the number of times he’d kicked himself for not finding some way to talk to you before just disappearing. He could’ve told his dad, but then he worried that his dad would do something to provoke the Pierce’s and his family would get hurt, and then you’d get hurt. He could’ve tried to sneak a message to you to see how involved you were in your parents plans, to see if you had been planted near him to spill secrets and plans back to Pierce. But he didn’t. Instead, nineteen year old Bucky held onto the hurt he was feeling and let it fester deep inside, only opening up slightly to tell Steve the truth. Twenty-nine year old Bucky knew that he’d made a quick decision in a tough spot, and that it was a decision that would affect his life forever.
“Georgie Porgie Pudding and Pie, still kissing the girls and making them cry?” A voice rang from the doorway of the conference room after a brief knock. A voice that Bucky hadn’t heard in years.
“Anthony, it’s nice to have you back, my friend, but you know there’s only ever been one girl for me,” George spoke as he stood to shake hands with Tony Stark, a smirk growing on the latter’s face as he took in the room.
The Starks had been allied with the Barnes family for decades. After Howard had retired, he’d made Tony his successor and the connection with the Barnes family had been even tighter after they worked out a way for Tony to be their weapons supplier. Bucky had only found out at dinner with his parents that Tony had been working on moving back to the city, and that he was bringing you with him. Apparently George had been keeping up with your movements in the last ten years, and only part of the reason he’d asked Tony to move business back to New York was to have his supplier closer, the other was to bring you home. But George would never tell that to Bucky.
“Heard you’ve got a big shot corporate lawyer working for you now,” George joked, drawing Bucky’s attention back to the conversation at hand.
“Oh the best, you know it’s so nice to be back, but I’m not quite so sure she’s that happy to be back,” Tony was looking directly at Bucky as he spoke, making it obvious that he was aware of the reason why you left New York for California originally. Bucky held back the cringe that was threatening to make itself known on his face as Tony continued.
“But anyway, glad to be back. And in true Stark Industries fashion, there’ll be a welcome back gala this weekend, George old buddy old pal, you and the wonderful Winnie are both invited. I figured we should probably re-clarify to some members of the public…that we are in fact friends and occasional…coworkers.” Tony was speaking in code, something he did when he wasn’t sure how involved every person in the room was with the family.
“That’s a great idea, Anthony, but sadly Winnie and I will have to pass, it’s our anniversary this weekend. Thirty-five years,” George spoke fondly, “but, since James will be working closely with you as a liaison between Barnes Inc. and Stark Industries, maybe he could go in our place?”
Now THAT pulled Bucky’s attention back to the table immediately. George knew that you would be at the Stark Industries gala, there was no way you’d be able to skip out with a boss like Tony.
“What are you doing, dad?”
“Me? Nothing. I’m just making sure that the city is aware that Barnes and Stark are two closely related names, and what better way to do that than to send you in my place? You’ll be the face associated with that name soon enough,” George spoke as innocently as he could, making Bucky raise his brows in question at his father’s game. Steve was barely containing a grin at the situation that Bucky had managed to find himself in.
“Georgie, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re trying to play matchmaker with your son and my lawyer? And let me tell you, that would be a very bad decision indeed,” Tony growled, seriousness lacing his tone as he took in Bucky and his family. Tony’s reaction actually made Bucky cringe this time, and Tony appeared satisfied by that betrayal of emotion, “oh yeah, Buckaroo. She told me everything. It would take a million years of groveling to pull yourself out of the hole you dug. Leave my kid alone.”
The whole room was frozen. Tony Stark wasn’t known to make random gestures of emotion, he usually preferred to stick with sarcasm, but the way he just spoke to the two heads of the Barnes family was proof to Bucky that he’d do anything for you.
Good. Someone’s gotta look out for her, he couldn’t help but think to himself.
“Understood, Anthony. Now, if we’re done here-,” George started before Bucky interrupted.
“Just make sure she leaves Liam Stinson alone. You know he’s no good, Stark,” Bucky spoke with a twinge of a threat in his tone, but Tony just laughed.
“You really think I can tell her what to do? You must not have ever known her at all, kid.”
The chair scraped across the floor as Bucky stood up quickly, his hands balling into fists next to him, Tony just quirked an eyebrow at him in a silent taut, but Steve just held his hand out to touch Bucky and calm him down, meanwhile George watched all of this calmly from his chair at the head of the table. After a minute of awkward silence he cleared his throat, nodding his head for Bucky to take a seat.
“As I was saying, thank you Anthony. James will be there on Saturday and he will be on his best behavior, so long as you can promise you will be too?” George’s question was meant to show that while he respected the family’s connection with the Stark’s he wouldn’t accept future disrespect of the heir of Barnes Inc. next time. Bucky and Tony continued to glare at each other before both offering a nod and a half-hearted apology as the meeting drew to a close and members of the family began to file out. Before Tony could walk out of the room Bucky was approaching him, George just shook his head at the confrontation he knew he couldn’t prevent as he walked to his office.
“Woah there little Barnes, didn’t mean to piss in your cornflakes earlier. Good thing dear old dad was in there to keep the peace.”
“Tony, you have no clue why I did what I did all those years ago,” Bucky spoke, feeling the anger bubbling up inside him once more, when Tony was holding up a hand to stop him.
“I’m gonna stop you right there, Buckaroo. Because as far as I know, she doesn’t even know why you did what you did all those years ago. My question is, do you know what it did to her? It’s not my place to tell you so you won’t get a word out of me, but just know if you’re ever lucky enough and she decides to tell you in her own words, on her own time? Know that you’ve just encountered the strongest damn woman I’ve ever met in my life. See ya Saturday, Barnes. And I mean it, don’t fuck with her.” Tony spun on his heel, leaving Bucky and Steve to process his statement and his exit.
A low whistle sounded from behind Bucky as Steve walked up and clapped his best friend on the shoulder, “I’ve told you once, and I’ll tell you again. You fucked up.”
Bucky’s hands were tightening into fists again, this was a conversation they’d had multiple times. The one thing about Steve? When Bucky told him what he’d done? Steve flat out told him that he was the biggest idiot and had made the worst mistake of his whole life but that as his second, he’d listen to him.
“It was for the best and you know it. Why she decided to work for an asshole like Stark I will never understand.”
“Not so sure I ‘know it’ Buck, but I’ll let you keep living in that delusion. Now come on, we gotta make sue you’re all fresh and ready to go for this weekend,” Steve steered Bucky out of the room and as far away from Tony Stark with master precision, a skill he’d learned very well over the years.
The gala was the same as every other fancy party Bucky had ever been to. A bunch of rich people plying themselves with champagne and minuscule plates of food while stroking each other’s egos. Ever since he was a kid Bucky hated going to these events but he went because it was his job. He was the second-in-command of the family, and the heir of Barnes Inc., he had to make a good impression, which meant occasionally rubbing elbows with Manhattan’s elite. When you walked in the room it took all Bucky’s concentration to pay attention to NOT spitting out the champagne in his mouth. He watched you from afar, Steve would say he was being creepy if he was here, but he didn’t attempt to talk to you. No, Bucky was perfectly content with sitting in a corner, talking to whoever he needed to, and never speaking a word to you. Or so he thought.
Until he saw you being slowly engulfed in a small circle of rich assholes, your shoulders hunching up, and your knuckles tensing as they gripped the champagne glass in your hand. Bucky knew that stance, even if he pretended he couldn’t read your body language still, he’d only be lying. So he excused himself from his current conversation partner and strode across the room. As he walked up beside you he slid his hand across your waist, the warmth of your skin practically lighting him on fire, as he apologized to your company and drew you away to ‘dance.’
In Bucky’s mind, he thought of this maneuver as being doubly beneficial. He could get you out of an obviously uncomfortable situation, and then he could warn you off Liam Stinson. Easy peasy. Until it wasn’t.
Easy peasy until Bucky fucked up. Again. And said something stupid and tactless that made you pull away. With a final warning about Liam, Bucky knew his night was over. Walking back to his table, Bucky managed to keep an eye on you on and off throughout the evening. He noticed when you stumbled over your steps a little more and when you approached Tony and Pepper before heading out of the ballroom. Sam was accompanying Bucky tonight as his ‘chauffeur’ so he made sure to have Wilson stationed just outside the hotel where he could keep an eye on you, out of sight of course. It wasn’t until he received the all clear from Sam that you’d made it off site safely that Bucky began to relax. He replayed your conversation on the dance floor over and over in his head. Mentally hitting himself for saying what he did about “truly knowing you” the innuendo making him cringe as he took another sip of his drink.
When the night finally ended, Bucky straightened his coat and headed towards the door he knew Sam was waiting at. Halfway across the ballroom, he was stopped by Tony.
“What was that about, Barnes? I told you to leave her alone tonight and judging by the little stint on the dance floor you chose to blatantly ignore me,” Tony growled.
“Stark I was getting her out of the middle of the sharks, she was visibly uncomfortable.”
“Yeah and instead of the sharks the fucking Megalodon decided to take a bite. I swear to whatever god is listening, Barnes-“
“I warned her about Stinson, Stark. He’s not a good person. He’s obviously deeply connected to Pierce. You know this, I know this. He’s not good for her.”
“Oh but you are?”
“That’s not what I said and you know it,” Bucky spat, growing slightly more annoyed at the turn of the evening and just ready to go home, “I just needed her to hear that. It’s up to her if she listens.” And with that Bucky stormed out the door and into the night. Upon seeing Sam Bucky sent him to get the car as he leaned against the exterior of the Plaza and lit up a cigarette, the smoke filling his lungs and adding to the little buzz he already had in his head.
“Man did you see the tits on her? Can’t believe Stinson’s gonna be tapping that soon,” Bucky heard a voice exiting the hotel from behind him. A man walked out, talking on the phone as he waited for his ride, ending up right beside Bucky.
Bucky had tensed at the mention of Liam’s name, hoping that whoever the guy was talking about was just some other woman. His mistake.
“You think Liam’ll give me a go? I’d like to fuck that L/N bitch at least once, could you imagine those legs wrapped around my waist, oh fuck or even better those lips wrapped around my co-.”
The man didn’t have any time to react before Bucky was punching him in the face. Hard enough to draw blood. And he didn’t stop. Punch after punch made Bucky feel like he was releasing ten years worth of pent up aggression and anger. Bucky grabbed the man by the collar and looked right into the eyes of Caden Smith, the same guy who’d been dancing with you at The Underworld earlier in the week.
“Don’t you ever talk about Y/N L/N like that again or I promise you I won’t let you live,” Bucky sneered as he offered a final punch to Caden’s face, rendering him unconscious. A low whistle sounded from the curb as Sam pulled up and rolled the window down.
“What’d he do boss? Say you don’t look good in your tux? That’s a rookie move,” Sam teased until he realized that Bucky was way past a teasing mood, “Let’s move him to the alley, we can’t leave him passed out and bleeding in front of the Plaza. All the rich people’ll be clutching their pearls.”
Bucky helped Sam move Caden to the alley in silence, the car ride back to Bucky’s place was much the same. Even so, Bucky couldn’t help but wonder if he’d fucked up more tonight than he had ten years ago.
One Month Later
A whole month passed since the gala. Bucky had managed to send Steve to Stark Industries whenever there was legitimate business to be done in order to avoid you, but that wasn’t always possible. However, Bucky’d managed to do a good job at avoiding you. But just because Bucky Barnes wasn’t actively interacting with you doesn’t mean that he didn’t have people paying attention to your every move. About a week after the Stark gala Bucky learned that his father had been keeping tabs on you ever since he’d left you. George still hadn’t learned the reasons why Bucky did what he did, but he made sure to tell his son that he had his ways of making sure you were safe. Those ways mostly involved Tony and Pepper. Bucky learned that shortly after you’d made it to California, you’d started working in some capacity with Stark Industries. A part of Bucky felt relieved that for the last ten years you’d been under some sort of surveillance, but another part of him felt bad for making the decisions that led to you being in a near constant state of supervision. Bucky grew a little more content with the fact that Tony was so close to you, seeing that he and Pepper truly cared for you as if you were their own child made Bucky happy that you hadn’t been completely alone for all these years.
The problem now came with the fact that you had been spotted with Liam Stinson a number of times within the last month. Multiple dinners, outings, coffee meet-ups, Bucky was getting information at least twice a week about you and Liam fucking Stinson. Each time he received news that the two of you’d been spotted in public was like a knife to the chest for Bucky, but he didn’t have anyone to blame but himself. And he knew that. Some part of Bucky Barnes, deep down, knew that warning you off Liam Stinson would have the opposite effect and would likely draw you further into his arms. In fact, according to the intel he’d received from various sources, you were attending a party tonight on Liam’s arm hosted by none other than Alexander Pierce himself. The thought of you taking up the role your parents had bestowed upon you all those years ago made Bucky feel like he was two seconds from being physically sick.
It was late when Bucky sat at the table next to his father, Steve, and other members of the Barnes family as they spoke about the threat they’d received most recently Pierce. Apparently Caden had showed up at Pierce’s house with a black eye and a loose tooth complaining about Bucky beating the shit out of him the night after the gala. Why Pierce had waited so long to threaten them was already confusing him.
“James, what did I say about messing with the Pierce family?” George grumbled as he rubbed his head as if to stave off a headache.
“Not to. However, Smith was talking grossly about Y/N. I couldn’t let it slide,” Bucky snapped in reply.
George sighed, understanding his son’s anger, “son, I understand that but we can’t go starting a war with Pierce right now. Because that’s what he’s threatening if you touch any of his guys again.”
“What was his guy doing at Stark’s party anyway?” Steve asked genuinely confused as to why Caden was there in the first place.
“Rich family, Manhattan, blahblahblah, either way, we showed him that Stark is allied with us. If he wants to fuck himself over by helping Pierce start a war then let him. I’ll kill them all without fucking blinking,” Bucky growled, his mind replaying the words that Caden had said before Bucky attacked him.
George opened his mouth to respond but was cut off by a furious knocking at the office door. Before anyone could even reach for a gun the door was being flung open, a harried looking Tony Stark appearing before them. He let his appearance act as a warning before reaching out and pulling you into the middle of the doorway, your cheeks soaked with tears and your body seizing as you tried to take a breath. Bucky could barely catch his own breath at the sight of you sobbing and tucked under Tony’s arm.
All the oxygen left the room when Tony took a deep breath before growling, “Oh boys…we’ve got a fuckin’ problem.”
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