#dark stepdad bucky barnes

[buckyalpine]

Impure III

Again. This is a standalone. Just impure fuckery that I want to put out into the world. This is so forbidden and messed up I’m sick with myself. 

“Don’t you look pretty” He stood but the doorway of your dressing room, his dark chestnut hair combed back, beard trimmed, wearing a blue navy suit. His eyes raked you up and down while you finished off your makeup. 

“Thank you” You felt your face heat up, fixing your veil and brushing off the front of your dress, your body buzzing with anticipation. In just a few moments, he’d walk you down the aisle to the man you were going to marry. You blinked at him with doe eyes as he closed the door and clicked the lock, striding over to you, blue eyes locked with yours. 

“Are you ready princess?” He whispered, letting the rough pad of his thumb trace over your cheek, glancing at your soft lips while you kept your eyes down, unable to meet his intense gaze. You could feel butterflies in your tummy but they weren’t for your soon to be husband. They weren’t from excitement on your special day. They were for-

“Such a pretty little angel in white” Bucky cooed, letting his hands drop to your waist, pushing you against your vanity, lifting you and placing you on top of the table. Your heart started beating out of your chest as he slotted himself between your legs, rubbing your thighs through the soft silk material of your wedding dress. You whimpered as he tugged the top of the dress down to expose your lace covered breasts, dipping down to take your nipple in his mouth, wetting the fabric. 

“Wearing what I bought for you, hm? You think your husband deserves to see you in this?” There was a growl in his voice as he bunched your skirt up to your waist, his cock twitching looking at the garter that clung onto your thigh and your barely covered cunt. He tugged at the white lace, groaning at the arousal that soaked your panties, pulling them off and slipping them into his pocket. He didn’t waste any time unbuttoning his pants and tugging his cock out, spreading your legs and hooking them around his waist, bringing his weeping tip to your fluttering entrance. 

“Look at my princess, spreading her legs for her stepdaddy on her wedding day” Bucky groaned, pushing his cock in, not giving you any adjustment time as he started to thrust into you like an animal. 

“D-Daddy!” You cried out, biting down onto his shoulder to keep your screams low as he started to plow into you, the vanity mirror shaking and thudding against the wall. Your white heels dug into his ass as you clung onto him for dear life, taking every bit of pleasure he was fucking into you. Bucky pulled off the tie off his neck, stuffing it into your mouth, growling as he brought your leg up over his shoulder, shoving his cock in and out of you as deep as possible. 

“Quiet you whore, you don’t want your mother to see you like this do you? You want your husband to hear you? He doesn’t know about our play time does he? How you take care of your needy tingles with your stepdads cock” You sobbed in pleasure, your muffled moans drowned out by the sound of Bucky’s grunts, practically snarling against your neck, fucking you like he was in heat. 

“Does he know? How his future wife gets off on fucking her mothers new huaband? How filthy she is, slobbering over her stepdaddy’s cock each night?” 

“Open” Bucky ripped the tie out of your mouth and squeezed your cheeks together, forcing your jaw open, smirking a the way you stuck your tongue out for him. He spat in your mouth, groaning when you swallowed, “Good girl, my dirty little girl” He snaked his hand down to your sensitive bundle of nerves, tracing soft circles over it make your pussy clench and gush. 

“My favorite thing to play with” He let out a dark chuckle at the way your body jolted as soon as he started to rub your clit, your moans growing higher, turning into whined and whimpers whenever you were close. 

“Daddy I-I’m-” You shuddered, trying hard to keep it together, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes as he slammed into you while playing with your bud. 

“Tell me sweetheart, are you gonna play with your princess parts after your married? You gonna wait for your husband to leave for work so you can rub your little pearl and think of me? hm?” Your jaw was slack, silent screams rasping from your lips as your eyes rolled back, your arousal squirting out of you as you started to cum. “Remember when I first caught you princess, caught you humping my pillow like a filthy dirty little whore, getting your sweet cream all over the place? Remember when daddy licked you clean afterwards?”

Your mind was reeling, thinking back to when Bucky had caught you touching yourself, the way he’d practically held you upside down so he could devour your pussy, sucking and drinking your nectar until you screamed so loud you could have sworn the neighbors heard. 

“You gonna run home to daddy so he can take care of that tingly achy feeling between you legs because he can’t satisfy you?” Bucky snarled against your neck, a wave of jealously pumping through his body at the thought of you having another man inside you, at the thought of your soft needy moans for someone else. “He’ll never be me, you know that right baby? Daddys the only one who can make his angel cum”

“FUCK DADDY” You could feel a second orgasm lick up your spine, gagging as soon Bucky shoved his fingers into your mouth to shut you up. 

“Shhh, keep it down sweets, don’t want him to hear how much of a dirty little whore you are. He think’s he’s marrying a virgin, he doesn’t know I’ve stretched and ruined your pussy, stuffed my cock in all your holes. Take it princess, take your stepdaddys cream” Bucky groaned, his hips stilling as he pumped you full of his cum, smirking in satisfaction knowing you’d be walking down the aisle with his cum dripping down your legs. 

He pulled out of you, helping you off the dresser, giving you a moment to retouch your make up and fix your dress. He yanked your hand away as you went to grab a tissue to clean yourself, shaking his head while you whimpered at the stick mess that soaked your legs. 

“If he’s so lucky to get a taste of your pussy to night, he’ll get to taste the man you really belong to, too” Bucky whispered in your ear, nipping your neck as he linked your arm in his, ready to walk you down the aisle. 

You stood on shaky legs, letting Bucky take your hand, placing it in your fiancés, a dark expression on his face as he took a step back to let the wedding proceedings begin. 

“Take care of her” Bucky nodded to your soon to be husband, the possessive hand squeezing at your waist letting you know this wouldn’t be the last time he had you. 

[smuttyfantasyfics]

Training You

Pairing / Dark!Stepdad!Bucky Barnes x Innocent! Reader

Warnings / Grooming, Public Sex/Masturbation, Choking, Slight Somnophilia (Let me know if I missed something!!)

Bucky Barnes was not a good man, if people knew the thoughts he had about you they’d call him a monster. Maybe he was but he didn’t care, how could he when he was presented with you, so beautiful, so perfect. He knew he had to have you, it wasn’t a question of it but of when and how.

Marrying your mom was the easy part, he knew he was good looking, could charm anybody and your mom had always been soft on him anyway. He couldn’t have cared less about her but she had given him you, the greatest gift of them all.

It was easy to get you to trust him, so easy it was almost laughable but Bucky had a clear plan, one that ended with his cock buried in you until you were sobbing, begging for more, begging for less, a mess on his cock as he fucked you.

It started of innocently enough, he had to get you used to him first, it wasn’t like he could just come into your bedroom and shove his cock in you. No, he needed you to love him properly, to be so taken with him that you’d keep this a secret, that it would be seen as something special for you from him.

He started with some light touches here and there, soft caresses that wouldn’t be read into if seen by anyone else and you certainly wouldn’t think much of them but eventually you would come to associate Bucky with those soft touches. He’d let his fingers run across your face as he brushed some hair away for you, let his hand rest on the small of your back as you stood together, wrapped you in his arm on the sofa and let his fingers trail along your arm soothingly.

All innocent enough touches and god if Bucky didn’t love when you reciprocated them. When you would come up to him and wrap your arms around his waist, your head against his chest, when your hand found his as you walked together or the way your head fell onto his shoulder and you’d fall asleep against him.

It took everything in Bucky to control himself, to not pin you down then and there and have his way with you.

But he behaved himself. Enough so that he could start on the next part of his plan to get you to trust him, to associate all these warm feelings to him. Next he introduced kissing between the two of you. Nothing outrageous at first, just a simple peck to your forehead here, a press of his lips to your temple there. Nothing that could be seen as inappropriate. It was only when the two of you were alone that he tried his luck, nothing too bad but if you happened to mention it to your mom it would definitely raise an eyebrow. When it was just the two of you he leaned forward and placed a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth, not letting himself linger like he wanted to but he was glad that when he pulled away he could see a soft blush on your cheeks.

You never did say anything about that kiss though and Bucky couldn’t help the thrill of pleasure that ran through him. He let himself kiss you again a few more times, so close to your lips but forcing himself to stop before he closed the distance. The first time you turned towards him and placed a kiss to the corner of his lips it took all of Bucky’s self-control to stay relaxed.

It was months, long, agonising, tempting months of this but finally he got a small taste of what was to come. He timed it perfectly, your mom was out of the house and it was just you and Bucky. He could see when you had decided to kiss him, turning to face him and reaching up. Bucky waited until you were just about to touch him to turn his head, your lips connecting with his and Bucky’s cock jumped to attention, half hard already at the simplest touch.

You had pulled away like you’d been shocked, doe eyed and so damn innocent, apologises falling from your lips but Bucky just shook his head.

“It’s alright, sweetheart.” He had assured you, reaching up and brushing a strand of your hair away from your face, his fingers trailing down to your cheek and cupping it softly.

“No it’s bad, I’m really sorry.” You repeated and Bucky had to bite his lip to stop a smirk taking over his face. God, you really were perfect.

“No, no it’s not bad, Y/N/N.” Bucky told you, watching confusion spread across your face and you looked up at him. “It’s not bad, it’s just a…special kiss.”

“A special kiss?” You asked, confusion contorting into a wide smile and Bucky knew he had you, you weren’t ready for anything more, not by a long shot but he’d known he could get this small thing from you.

“Oh yeah, lots of daddies have special kisses with their girls.” Bucky told you, keeping his tone light and casual like he was talking about the weather or some story on the news when really he was barely keeping himself from forcing you onto your knees and shoving his cock down your throat. “Only daddies and their girl know about it otherwise it wouldn’t be special, right?”

“Right!” You nodded, smile widening and Bucky let a smile spread across his face, his thumb brushing across your cheek bone. “Can we have a special kiss? I promise I won’t tell.”

And Bucky believed it, he could see it all over your face, how excited, how eager you were to please him, to have a special kiss with him.

Fuck Bucky was going to cum hard tonight…too bad he’d have to make do with your mom and not you.

“Course we can, Y/N/N.” Bucky said and he watched as you immediately leaned back up to meet his lips.

God you were perfect. He let you take control at first, barely holding back a moan when your lips brushed with his again but this time you didn’t pull away, you kept them there, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. Bucky lasted only a few moments before he moved his lips against yours, keeping the kiss soft but making it last longer, smiling when your lips moved with his.

It went on for months like that, with Bucky savouring every sweet kiss you gave him, the memories of those kisses keeping him occupied every night. They grew longer and deeper as you became more and more comfortable with them and Bucky was impressed with his own self-control, even if he did have to walk around with a half hard cock for the rest of the day.

Eventually though he needed more, it was like a compulsion, he had to have you but he knew he had to play it right, one wrong move and you would get scared and he’d risk losing you. Not that he’d let anyone take you from him of course, if anyone tried they’d be dead before they hit the ground.

The next part was getting you used to more touches, not the innocent ones from earlier, no this time he needed to feel you. It started when the two of you were alone on the sofa together, Bucky hadn’t planned to do it now, your mom was in the house still but you were so tempting, he just couldn’t resist.

He kept an ear out for your mom, still hearing her upstairs with the shower running. Bucky didn’t know how long he had so he turned to you, smiling when you automatically faced him and your eyes fell to his lips. Bucky wasted no time leaning over and kissing you, keeping the kiss slow, almost lazy like he wasn’t thinking of how his fingers would feel inside you.

“We can’t!” You gasped, eyes darting to the door and Bucky smiled, he had you so well trained already and he’d barely done anything.

“It’s alright, sweetheart. Mom’s not here, we can have our secret kisses.” He told you, bringing his voice down to a whisper causing you to giggle but you nodded, trusting his word and let yourself be pulled back into a kiss.

His hand that he placed on your cheek trailed downwards until it cupped your neck, Bucky smiling as you leaned into the touch. He let his hand stay that for a few moments before he moved it again, slowly, not rushing as he let you feel every movement.

His hand fell from your neck, trailing down lower and lower until it brushed against your clothed chest. The little gasp you let out against his lip was like fucking drugs and Bucky was hooked just like that, he had to hear that noise again. Bucky shifted his hand before he smoothed it against your clothed tit, drawing another gasp from you but this time you pulled away to look at him with those wide, innocent eyes.

“S’okay, Y/N.” Bucky murmured, his hand still just resting against you though he longed to cup and squeeze, pinch and nip at the smooth skin hidden from him. “Just another part of our special kiss. You like it?”

Bucky watched you nod with a sort of dazed look on your face, glancing from him down to your chest where his hand lay and Bucky hoped he hadn’t screwed this up.

“Like it, feels good.” You told him and Bucky let himself relax, he knew what he was doing, there was no reason to doubt himself.

Your tone had gone breathy and Bucky felt his cock twitch in anticipation but he didn’t focus on that, not when you were being so perfect for him.

“Yeah, it feels good?” He asked and you nodded again. “That’s how our special kisses are supposed to feel, they make you feel all good and warm inside.”

Bucky watched as you nodded again, a smile pulling at your lips before you looked away from his hand and back at him, leaning in again and pressing your lips together. This time Bucky couldn’t stop the small groan that escaped him, not when his fingers twitched and he cupped your tit in his hand, not when you let out the softest little moan he’d ever heard in his life.

The noise was enough, the feeling of your tit in his hand and your lips against his was enough that he could feel pre-cum soaking his boxers. He felt like he could cum in his pants like this alone but forced himself to relax.

Instead he focused on kneading your breast in his hand, drawing quiet, breathy moans from you. It wasn’t until he let his fingers nearly pull away, going only far enough to find your nipple did you pull away, he pinched the soft bud between his fingers and you pulled away, your head tilting to the side and exposing your neck, forcing Bucky to stay still and not bury himself against you.

“That feel good, baby?” Bucky couldn’t help but chuckle as you nodded, seeming to have to force your eyes open, half lidded as you looked at him. He heard footsteps on the stairs and cursed himself for becoming so occupied with you that he stopped listening for your mom.

You seemed to hear her at the same time because you looked at Bucky with wider eyes before smiling at him, lifting your finger to your mouth in a silent shush motion. Bucky couldn’t help but grin at you, his earlier thoughts of how well he had you trained showing clear as day.

He’d never done anything with you in front of your mom, no kisses, no touches like this. He had to admit he had been interested to see how you’d react but this was better than anything he could have imagined, especially when you shifted and cuddled into his chest, turning your attention to the TV just as your mom walked in, the woman smiling at the sight.

It made it so much better, knowing he was getting away with it right under her nose, her in the next room whilst he kissed and played with her daughter, not a single suspicion raised and you, you so eager to keep it a secret, so wrapped around him that he knew it wouldn’t be long before he was burying himself in that tight, untouched pussy.

God, he was drenching his boxers, so much pre-cum spilling out of him, his cock desperate for you. As the three of you sat in the living Bucky couldn’t stop himself, it was risky, your mom was sat on the armchair next to you, if she turned her head she had a clear view of the pair of you, but he couldn't help himself and gently let his fingers reach out until they brushed across your tit again.

He felt you jump at the touch but thankfully you managed to stay quiet and your mom kept her gaze on the TV. He just let his fingers lazily trail across your tit at first until he stopped at your nipple again, pinching softly at the bud and pulling it up as he rolled it around his fingers. He felt you shudder against him, your head digging into his chest before it rolled to look at him and he could see your wide eyes gazing up at him.

Bucky just smiled down at you before pursing his lips to tell you to keep quiet and you smiled, seemingly thinking it was a game for just the two of you and Bucky was so close to bursting. His fingers dropped your nipple and cupped your tit again, kneading it around as you shifted and he could see the way you were biting your lip to keep quiet.

Fuck, you really were so good for him.

His hand left your breast, his fingers light and soft as they trailed downwards, not going as far as he would have liked but they lightly danced down your stomach before finding their way back to your tits and down again. Bucky grinned as you started fidgeting even more before turning your head fully into his chest and nuzzling against it.

Your mom chose that moment to turn to face you, the shifting finally catching her attention. Bucky moved his hand just in time and smiled softly at her, glancing down at you and seeing you had your eyes closed.

“She fell asleep,” He murmured and watched her smile as he shifted you until he was able to pick you up. “I’ll take her to bed.”

Your mom nodded and thanked Bucky, watching the two of you leave. Bucky carried you up the stairs and placed you on the bed, tucking the covers around you as you watched him.

“Good girl keeping it our secret.” Bucky praised and watched as you smiled at him. “You feel good, baby?”

“Feels funny.” You murmured tiredly and Bucky had to stop himself from grinning.

“Funny?” He asked instead, watching as you nodded and shifted closer to him, humming as you did.

“Uh-huh, in my stomach.” You told him and he couldn’t stop his lips twitching upwards but kept them in a soft smile.

“That’s good, sweetheart, means the special kisses are doing their job making you feel good.” Bucky assured you and you looked up at him with so much trust he felt another dribble of pre-cum escape him.

“Love you.” You told him softly, tilting your head up and puckering your lips expectantly and who was Bucky to deny you a soft goodnight kiss.

When he closed your door he let his head hit the back of it and couldn’t stop himself from slipping a hand into his sweatpants, groaning when his fist closed around his soaked cock. He bit his lips and gave himself a few tugs before he forced himself to move, heading downstairs, knowing he needed more than his hand tonight.

It wasn’t long before he was back upstairs, his cock buried in your mom as he slammed in and out of her at a brutal pace, cumming harder than he could ever remember cumming, his thoughts not on the woman in his bed, she was nothing more than a hole for him to use until he had you where he needed you. His thoughts were filled with soft, deep kisses, the feeling of your tits and those delicious sounds you made.

It was so easy to get you used to his touch along your tits, he let that last for a couple of months before he needed more. The next part was the part he was dreaming about, finally getting to touch that little pussy. He knew he had you in a place where you thought this was normal, that this was what happened between daddies and their girls, he knew he could touch you all over and you’d keep quiet.

He waited until your mom was out of the house this time, knowing how much you struggled keeping quiet when he played with your tits, there was no way you’d be silent for this, though the thought of him toying with your pussy in front of your mom without her knowing did send a wave of dark pleasure through him.

The two of you were on your bed together, you had called Bucky in to show him something and it had evolved into kisses and him kneading your breasts. He waited until you pulled away from the kiss, settling yourself against his chest whilst he played with you before he made his move, he wanted your full attention to be on his fingers.

His fingers trailing down your clothed stomach was something you were used to so you didn’t think anything of it when Bucky’s fingers went down towards your belly button but you did notice when they slipped lower than usual.

Before you could say anything though you let out a soft squeak as Bucky’s fingers grazed down the front of your pussy. Your head shot up to look at him but Bucky just smiled at you and let his fingers trail back up, stopping at your clothed clit and letting his fingertips trace circles around the bud.

He watched as any words on your tongue dried up and instead you let out a soft, whining moan, looking up at him with wide, confused eyes as warmth spread across your lower half. He smirked to himself as your eyes fell closed with each circled rub and your lips parted, more soft whimpers escaping you as he alternated between trailing his fingers up and down and rubbing circles against you.

He tried to keep his touch soft and light, he really did but fuck if those noises weren’t doing everything for him. Unconsciously he found his fingers picking up the pace, the noises escaping you coming out faster and louder and Bucky greedily drank them in.

“Does that feel so good, baby?” Bucky asked and you let out a breathy moan, hips bucking unconsciously up into his touch and he couldn’t stop the soft groan that left him, his cock hard and straining against his jeans.

“Uh-huh, it feels really good.” You told him, trailing off into a mess of moans and Bucky wanted to touch you, he wanted to feel your clit against his fingers, wanted his fingers to slip across your hole, maybe accidentally sliding in just a little bit.

And so he didn’t stop himself. He knew you were so blindingly trusting of him by now that you wouldn’t tell anyone, hell he knew you were ready for him to fuck you and would keep your mouth shut but he wasn’t going to push it.

He did need to touch you though, desperately.

His fingers left your pussy causing you to let out a loud whine, pouting up at him but Bucky didn’t waste any time. His hand coming up to the top of your pyjama shorts and slipping past the waistband of those and your underwear.

This time he couldn’t help but moan when his fingers grazed your pussy, trailing down and feeling how wet you were for him already. At the same time Bucky moaned your breath hitched before you let out a gasped moan, looking at Bucky with wide, doe eyes and it took all his strength not to force his fingers into your hole, to fuck you silly on them until you were a crying mess.

With a deep breath he managed to control himself and let his fingers play with your pussy softly, circling your clit and drawing more and more gasps and moans from you, your head buried in Bucky’s chest as you hand gripped his shirt.

He sped his fingers up, smirking to himself at how far gone you were already and he had barely even touched you, this was just a taste of how good he could make you feel but he wouldn’t push it yet, he’d get you used to it until you were begging for more.

“That’s it, baby girl.” Bucky praised as his fingers trailed down to feel how wet you were and god you were soaking, “let Daddy make you feel good.”

“Please Daddy.” You whimpered and Bucky moaned, throwing his head back as he forced himself to not cum in his pants because fuck if that didn’t feel good.

“Daddy’s got you, sweetheart.” Bucky murmured and he could see you were ready to cum, so he increased the pressure, grinning when you let out a strangled moan and pressed down into him.

It didn’t take long before you were throwing your own head back, letting Bucky see your face as you came apart on his hand. You were beautiful like this, lips parted as you cried out, eyes scrunched shut in pleasure.

Bucky continued to work your oversensitive pussy until you were whimpering and burying yourself back into his chest. When he finally pulled his fingers off you he couldn’t help but gather some of you cum onto his fingers, sneaking a taste of you as you hid in his chest, groaning at the sweet taste.

And if Bucky left the room not long after with a wet patch on his jeans then nobody else had to know.

Bucky felt like he was losing his mind waiting and getting you ready, it had only been a month or so since he started playing with your pussy, slowly introducing more and more, slipping his fingers inside you and groaning about how tight you felt around him. It was exhilarating and he was impressed with his own patience, impressed by how well he had managed to not snap.

But Bucky was only a man and when your mom suggested the three of you go out for dinner tonight and you came downstairs wearing that little black skirt he felt all his self-control slip away. He was desperate, he needed to have his hands on you and it was killing him to have to keep his fingers to himself.

In the restaurant you took the seat next to Bucky with your mom sitting opposite the pair of you, chatting away oblivious to Bucky’s thoughts of wanting to be buried in her daughter. Bucky sat back in his chair and couldn’t stop his gaze straying to you, god you were stunning.

His eyes drifted lower and he had to take a deep breath when he saw the skirt you were wearing riding up slightly. He glanced away but his thoughts were wild with images of you squirming and whimpering as he played with your pussy.

He knew he shouldn't, he knew it was risky but he couldn’t help himself, he was so desperate to touch you that he couldn’t control himself. He looked over at your mom, still prattling on and so stupidly oblivious before his hand slipped discreetly onto your thigh.

Bucky didn’t look over at you when your head shot over to him, just continued to nod and smile in the right places as his thumb brushed up and down your inner thigh, squeezing the skin lightly until you relaxed again.

Then his hand slipped higher up until his palm cupped your pussy, his thumb stroking against your clothed clit as his fingers shifted against your hole. Again your head snapped back to him and he could feel your breathing hitch but he showed no signs of seeing you, just continued to stroke at your pussy.

He couldn’t stop himself from smirking as you shifted in your seat and brought your elbow onto the table, your palm coming up to rest on your cheek and covering your mouth as you desperately tried to hold back whimpers.

You tried staying still but you couldn’t stop your hips from moving, trying to get closer to Bucky whilst not showing any signs that something was happening under the table. Bucky was in heaven, here you were in front of your mom, in public, letting Bucky play with you because you trusted him so much, because you were so ridiculously well trained that he knew he could do anything he wanted and you’d go along with it.

Bucky couldn’t stop his smirk pulling wider when the waiter came to take your orders and you stuttered your way through your answer, your mom asking if you were ok afterwards and you clenched your thighs together as you nodded.

He could tell you were getting close now, he knew it had to be killing you to stay silent. You were always so vocal, he loved that you never hid your pleasure from him, never stopped the cries and whimpers escaping you. It was intoxicating but this was doing just as much for him, watching your cheeks flush, seeing your palm digging into your mouth to stay quiet, feeling your hand tighten against his wrist as his fingers worked you over the edge, it was beautiful.

When you came you couldn’t stop the breathy moan that escaped you, head tilting to the side slightly towards Bucky and your eyes slipped closed. Your mom raised an eyebrow at you and asked if you were sure you were ok and Bucky just about held a chuckle in when you nodded after a few moments, struggling to keep your breathing under control before Bucky let his hand pull away from you.

“I, uh, I don’t feel too good.” You choked out and your mom’s expression shifted into one of concern whilst Bucky hid a smirk. “I’m just, um, restroom. I need to use the restroom.”

Bucky watched you stand, pulling your skirt down as you did and his eyes immediately fell to your ass as you walked away to clean yourself off your cum.

“I hope she’s ok, she looked a bit flushed.” Your mom said, turning to look at Bucky who nodded and brought his hand to his face, scrubbing it across his stubble and letting his fingers drag across his lips, letting his tongue poke out enough to taste you on himself.

“I’m sure she’ll be fine.” Bucky assured and tried not to groan at the sweet taste of you.

It wasn’t much longer after that that Bucky made his mind up. It had been so long, so much time invested into making sure you trusted him, into getting you to associate anything sexual with him. It had been so long and Bucky was aching for it. He was rubbing himself sore with how often he had to take himself into his fist, thoughts of your little moans as you came too much for him to ignore.

He waited until the house was empty for the weekend, your mom out of town on some business trip that Bucky hadn’t bothered to listen to. In all honesty the second she told him she’d be gone he stopped listening all together, his thoughts already on his cock stretching you out.

Bucky had waited so long for this, so damn long. He couldn’t even wait a full hour after your mom had left before he was opening the door to your room and making his way over to your bed.

It was still early, the sun not long having risen and you were still asleep when he climbed onto your bed, his lips pressing soft kisses to your neck. He couldn’t help but smile at the sleepy whine that left you even as you tilted your head to the side to make room for him.  

Bucky couldn’t help but chuckle against your neck before he slipped lower, mouthing at your clothed tit. He didn’t waste any time lifting you shift enough to wrap his mouth around your nipple, groaning as he sucked it greedily into his mouth, feeling you shift and push up into him.

His other hand came up to knead at your other tit, you moaning and whimpering and fuck even when you were asleep you were so responsive to him.

He finally managed to pull himself off your tits, smirking at the whine that left your lips before he trailed kisses down your stomach, stopping at the top of your pants.

He’d never gotten to taste you before, not properly, not like this and he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t hard already, so desperate for it. He’d be so patient, he deserved to take everything from you.

He was able to pull your pants and underwear down in one quick motion, groaning when he saw the wetness already staining your underwear. God you were so perfect for him, he really had trained you well.

Bucky wasted no time aligning his face with your pussy, pausing only to place a soft kiss to your inner thigh before he dove in.

He felt you wake with a gasp, your thighs closing around his head but his hands were pushing them wide apart, spreading you open as he licked and sucked at your pussy.

“Bucky!” You choked, “mhm, wh-what, oh, what are you-“ you tried to ask but cut yourself off with a strangled moan.  

Bucky didn’t bother to pull away to answer you, he had waited too long for this and now that he had a taste he was hooked, eating you out like a man starved. Your whines and whimpers were only pushing him further, he needed more from you, he needed you crying and begging whilst he ruined you, whilst he took your innocence away, knowing that you were trained so well, loved him so much that you wouldn’t tell a soul.

Bucky could feel when you were about to cum, the change in your breathing, the way your pussy clenched around him. It took all his effort but he managed to pull away from you, a cry of displeasure leaving your lips because you were so close to that good feeling only Bucky could make you feel.

“Daddy’s got you, baby girl.” Bucky murmured, shifting up the bed to press a messy kiss to your lips, groaning as he shoved his tongue into your mouth.

Bucky had positioned himself in between your legs and gave a roll of his hips as he kissed you, rocking his cock against you and hearing you let out a confused whine. He couldn’t help but smirk into the kiss before pulling away, seeing those wide eyes focused on him.

“Daddy’s gonna make you feel so good, sweetheart.” Bucky told you, thumb brushing against your lips, moaning as he pushed it into your mouth and you automatically sucked on it.

He moved away and pulled his shirt off, watching as your eyes widened even more, confused and yet still taking him all in. Then he moved to pull his pants down, dragging his underwear off too and keeping his eyes on you.

“It’s alright Y/N, you trust Daddy, don’t you?” And god if the nod he immediately received didn’t send a wave of pleasure through his cock. “Daddy’s gonna take care of you, you’re gonna let Daddy play with you, huh, make you feel real good?”

A swarm of emotions was clear on your face, confusion being the main one but Bucky was over the moon to see that there was no hesitancy, no fear. He’d trained you so fucking well, it’d be no time before you were nothing but a needy set of holes letting him use you however he wanted.

“That’s my girl.” Bucky praised when you nodded again, a smile pulling at your lips.

Bucky couldn’t hold himself back anymore, he tried to be gentle he really did but once his head lined up with your hole he couldn’t help but push himself halfway in in one deep thrust, relishing in the pained sobbed that escaped you.

“It’s alright Y/N/N, it’s gonna feel so good, Daddy always makes his baby feel good, right?” Bucky managed to ask once he’d got through the wave of pleasure that hit him because you were so fucking tight and he could feel you clenching around him.

“Always Daddy.” You answered and he couldn’t help himself, hearing you call him Daddy sent him over and he slammed the rest of the way into you, seeing the tears that had formed in your eyes leak over and onto your cheeks.

“So pretty for me baby.” Bucky praised, looking down at your closed eyes and the tears making their way down your face, your mouth parted slightly as you panted for air.

Bucky’s hand came up to your chin, thumb trailing along your lower lip before he let it wander lower, wrapping gently around your throat and watching your eyes fly open when he applied the smallest bit of pressure.

“Shhh, it’s alright baby, trust Daddy.” Bucky told you and you stared at him for only a second before nodding.

Just as he felt you relaxing he started moving inside you, he somehow managed to keep his thrusts soft and slow at first, the pace and the tight heat of your pussy driving him crazy. At some point your sobs of pain turned into cries of pleasure as tears still leaked over your eyes.

Bucky started to increase the speed of his thrusts, pulling right out of you only to slam deep back into you and your cries and whimpers were music to his ears. It was so much better than he could have thought, all this time fantasising what you would feel like and god the real thing was so much more than he could have hoped for.

As he picked up his pace he applied more pressure around your neck, watching as a moan got stuck in your throat as he pressed you into the bed. Your eyes widened for only a moment before you relaxed, looking at him with the most trusting, adoring look he had ever seen and it was all he could do to not bury his load in you then and there.

But he was close, the pretty picture you made, a fucking beautiful mess of tears as his cock stretched out your tight, little hole, lips parted as he choked you. He couldn’t stop himself from hammering into you, small little whimpers managing to escape you that went right to his dick.

He could feel you were about to cum all over his cock so he tightened his grip on your throat even more and watched seconds later as you threw your head back as best you could in his hold and he could feel you clenching around him as you came with a soundless moan.

Bucky lasted for only a few more thrusts before he was burying himself as far into your tight pussy as he could, feeling himself cum deep inside of you, the thought of him filling you up full of his cum causing his hips to buck impossibly further into you.

Bucky stayed buried in you, his grip on your neck even tighter as he focused on his own pleasure, you nothing more than a hole to him right now and it wasn’t until you managed to let out a choke noise that he turned his attention back to you.

You were always, even still, overwhelmed whenever you came but with the added pressure of his fingers around your neck and his cock you were out of it, completely dazed and eyes unfocused. Bucky couldn’t resist squeezing your neck one last time, savouring the choked cry that left you before he finally let up and let you breathe.

The second his hand was off you, you were panting, head falling to the side and lips parted. You were fucking ruined and Bucky loved it. He loved it even more when he pulled out of you and you let out a whine, he loved watching the mix of your cum and his trailing out of your hole, smirking when he saw a trail of blood too, knowing that he hadn’t tried to hold back once he started.

Fuck, you were a mess. He knew he could shove his cock right back in you and you’d just lay there and take it, mind so far gone on his cock. It was intoxicating, finally seeing all his time and effort paying off, finally knowing how your tight, little pussy felt around his thick cock.  

He knew he could make the most of this weekend, knew it wouldn’t take much to turn you into nothing but his mindless, cock hungry slut. He’d only fucked you once and you were already so far gone.

So yes, people might have called Bucky Barnes a monster but if they could feel the things he felt, felt how good your virgin hole felt stretched around him, if they knew how well trained you were, they would praise him for how well he had done with you. He had you right where he wanted you, thinking he was the sweet, loving, caring step dad who only wanted to make you feel good rather than the step dad who wanted you so dumb on his cock that you’d give him anything he wanted.

[gutsby]

Joel Miller

Waiting Game (dbf!Joel)

Joel has mastered the art of self-control in all areas except one: not fucking his friend’s daughter. A cross-country road trip home from college takes a hard turn when he’s forced to share a motel room with you.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

One shots for the Waiting Game ‘verse

Homemade: While your dad’s watching a movie downstairs, you and his best friend decide to make one of your own.

Diehard: Joel tries Viagra for the very first time.

Ruined!: Joel is an old man who struggles to cum sometimes. You’ve got time to kill and a tight hole to fill.

Cabin Fever (Dark!Joel x Dark!Reader) [DEAD DOVE]

Joel saves your life, but help comes at a price.

Confines: Joel locks you up in a subterranean bunker.

Finders Keepers (bfd!Joel)

When you find an old shirt of Mr. Miller’s lying around, you can’t resist. When he finds you humping a pillow and moaning his name, neither can he.

Cry, Baby

Joel fucks you to the point of tears. That’s all.

Just Peachy [anal]

Joel’s got a jealous streak and a bold idea.

Wingman (himbo!Joel crackfic)

Your bestie braves the tampon aisle for you.

Watch Your Mouth

Joel teaches you to keep quiet during sex.

Love Tap (dad!Joel)

Old habits die hard with your husband—touching you at inappropriate times is one of them.

If You Like Piña Coladas (neighbor!Joel)

You secretly make Joel a profile on Hinge. Then he shows you exactly why he doesn’t need one.

My Body, His Choice [freeuse]

After a long day, Joel just needs some relief.

Who’s Your Daddy? (stepdad!Joel)

You get stuck in the washing machine. Thankfully, your stepdad is around to help you out.

Make It Stick

Joel never thought he’d need a vasectomy. Then, one night, he accidentally finishes inside you.

Cowboy Killers

On a mission to find—and fight—your best friend’s lying, cheating boyfriend at the bar, you end up throwing your drink in the wrong face and landing in a sticky situation with Joel Miller, who never plays fair.

Seeing Pink [DD/LG]

Joel steals more of your innocence every day. Fortunately, you love to give as much as he loves to take.

Bucky Barnes

Wedded Bliss (Mob!Bucky)

The marriage was arranged, and the sex is deranged. Bucky is so obsessed with your pussy that he almost forgets he’s meant to be faking this whole thing—and hating it, like sworn enemies are supposed to do.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Daryl Dixon

Dead Ringer

Weeks of separation and sexual frustration come to a head when Daryl pays you a visit in the middle of the night. Whether it's the product of your own sex-deprived subconscious or reality, you can't be sure—and couldn't care less. Daryl wants to fulfill the fantasy any way he can.

Easy Street

You steal a cop car and almost run Daryl over en route to the Sanctuary. You can’t decide if you want to fight him, fuck him, or bring him back to Negan. Lucky for you, Daryl is game for all three.

Nighthawk

You decide to bring Spencer to the neighborhood Halloween bash to take your mind off your breakup with Daryl. Your ex isn't so easily convinced of your intentions and decides there's no better place than his motorcycle to show you just how much he misses you.

Cherry Pie

You know virtually nothing about sex, and Daryl’s done it all. Together, you take on an impromptu anatomy lesson, and you learn that Daryl has a lot more to teach you than what’s covered in the textbooks.

Walker Bait

An unforeseen foray into a sex shop leaves you and Daryl trapped between a plastic cock and a hard place as a herd of walkers closes in. Angry sex ensues.

Grow a Uterus and We’ll Talk

Daryl has a bad case of baby fever, to put it lightly. You’re practically terrified of children. Rick lends you his kid for the night, and together, you come to learn that parenthood might not be the worst thing in the world. Even easier than baking muffins, one might say.

Honey Trap

You’ve been tasked with two simple jobs: infiltrate Alexandria’s community and bring intel back to your boss by any means necessary. When your entry point into the group takes the form of a familiar blue-eyed archer, you expect this to be your easiest gig yet—that is, until your prey decides to hunt you back.

Pregnant Pause

Babymaking is a bit trickier than anticipated, and months have passed with no sign of pregnancy. When your period finally doesn’t show up on time, you and Daryl act fast and head straight for the pharmacy—and get a little caught up along the way.

Mr. Dixon

Your efforts to seduce the DILF next door have all failed spectacularly, so you decide a wet hot car wash in front of his house is in order. Mr. Dixon is less than impressed with your antics and plans to teach you a lesson in good manners and ‘neighborliness.’

I’m a Good Girl, Officer!

Apparently flashing your tits to truckers on the freeway is frowned upon in small towns like yours. When three familiar King County cops take charge of the case, you learn they punish bad girls a little differently.

Playing Dangerous

Working undercover in a seedy part of town, homicide detective Daryl sees you in your skimpy club attire and mistakes you for a hooker. A wrongful arrest makes for a funny way to foreplay, but you’re still game.

Fake It Til You Make It (Or Drown)

Daryl finds out you faked an orgasm. Instead of getting mad, he decides to get even.

Best Served Cold

Since your fiancé can’t seem to keep his hands off of Lori, you decide Daryl is the perfect way to make him pay. Revenge sex has never felt so good.

Coming Soon:

Bite the Bullet

Back at the prison, new recruits have been showering you with gifts. One of these presents doesn’t sit quite right with Daryl, and he decides it’s time to let the men know just how he feels—and who you belong to.

Atlantic City

A very drunk Daryl meets a stripper in Jersey and wastes no time putting a ring on her finger. With the late, great Elvis Presley presiding, the two get hitched in a slipshod ceremony a couple weeks before the world descends into chaos. This marriage may be short-lived, but damn if the honeymoon won’t be one to remember.

Requests are open!

[sstan-hoe]

◇ 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐌𝐲 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐲 ◇

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — stepdad!bucky barnes × stepdaughter!fem!reader

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — it's your weeding day, you are marrying the man you love...or are you? he says he loves you, so why is he letting you marry the man he claims is not right for you?

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 — angst, I hope you're crying, SMUT, fingering, oral (f receiving) p in v, light daddy kink, a bit of degrading and mean bucky, light praise, cheating

𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 — reblog, comment and/or follow | I got this idea from reading something on tumblr but I can't remember who posted it, tell me what you think!

𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐁𝐎𝐀𝐑𝐃

“He asked me, he asked me, mom he asked me!” you squealed as you entered the kitchen showing off your engagement ring with a big smile.

Your mother's eyes widened in excitement, she hugged you tight and whispered in your ear how happy she was for you. With pleasure you returned the hug, still not able to believe Peter had asked you to marry him.

“When’s the date, sweetie?” she asked as she led you to the living room to sit down. “We didn’t exactly set a date, but we wanted a summer-ish wedding, like summer but still spring,” you explained your mother who smiled dreamily.

“Oh, yes! May is perfect for that,” she proposed to which your eyes lit up, “yes, yes May is great!” you hugged her again.

“This gives us four months to plan, do you two have any other plans?” your mother asked, she was happy you finally found your happiness in Peter. She adored the young man and always told everyone how he would be her son in law.

“Not exactly, we know that we want to keep it quiet. Just family and close friends,” you explained. You hated having to many people around you and if it was just your family and friends you would feel a lot more comfortable.

Your mother agreed with you, however she fought against the urge to change your mind. She needed to respect your wishes, even if she didn’t want to agree with them.

Just then the front door opened and Bucky Barnes, your stepfather walked in. Your mother immediately stood up and fell into his arms with excitement, confused he hugged her back with a smile.

“What has gotten into you honey?” he questioned lovingly, his wife squealed, “my baby is getting married! Peter asked her to marry him, and she said yes.”

Bucky’s eyes squinted at the news, “did he now?”

Bucky Barnes, CEO of Winter Techs, successful businessman and new husband of your mother for three years now. One day you came back home and walked into your father’s house to find a stranger sitting comfortably on the couch with your mother.

The moment she saw you she got nervous and babbled about how they met, how much they loved each other.

You inspected him more closely as he came to introduce himself, he was the complete opposite of your father. Dark hair, broad shoulders, a light stubble beard, tall as well as muscular and most of all younger than her.

Add to that from the looks he was more your type than hers, you never questioned her why she chose someone younger. It wasn’t your place and after gathering more information about Bucky your questions were quickly answered.

After your father died your mother fell in dept and needed the money, Bucky had money, a lot of money and to top it all off he made her feel young as if she wasn’t almost eighteen years older than him – five years more than you.

You couldn’t believe her. You wondered if she actually loved him or if she just wanted the money and the feeling of youth.

Over time you got to know Bucky better despite your efforts to stay away, it wasn’t just that you didn’t want a relationship with him but also the fact that he was insanely attractive.

Bucky however always sought contact with you until you couldn’t stay away anymore. The man could read you like no other and knew of your attraction towards him. One night, your mother in bed and you alone with Bucky, you acted and kissed him.

This was it, that was the start of your affair with Bucky. You wanted to stop, but he was addicting and to your surprise the relationship wasn’t just sexual, no he took care of you and whispered sweet words in your ear.

Long story short. You fell for him but knew he would never feel the same or act on it which was the reason you decided to move on. The only problem? Bucky didn’t accept it, you landed in bed together more often than you’d like to admit.

Peter could be your salvation, he could help you break the cycle. This marriage could be your way out, right?

“I’m happy for you, sweetheart,” Bucky snapped you out of your thoughts with a smile on his face as if was really happy for you. “Thank you, Bucky,” you said tight lipped and pushed yourself up from the cushions.

You want to leave as soon as possible, not wanting to be in the same room as him any longer. “I’ve got work tomorrow so I will go to bed now…,” you stated, and your mother hugged you tightly again. “Proud of you my girl,” she whispered and kissed your cheek, “good night,” Bucky nodded along.

With that you walked up the stairs, a relieved sigh blowing from your lips. You needed a shower, thankfully you had your own bathroom which shielded you from any unwanted intruders.

The hot water relaxed your muscles, and you could feel the tension leaving your body. Hopefully this would all end in a few months.

After the shower you turned on your hairdryer and sat down on the floor, leaning against the wall. Your thoughts running wild, but the sound of the hairdryer smoothing you.

With a frightened squeak you jumped up a little bit. Bucky had entered with a glare on his face, “marriage huh?” he asked while sitting down. You scoffed at his audacity, “what? Did you expect me to never move on and always pine after you?”

Bucky shook his head, of course not but he wouldn’t let this boy take you away from him. You belonged to him, and he would make sure you knew that.

“No, but you shouldn’t settle for someone like him,” he admitted and closed his hand around yours, but you pulled away quickly. “Someone like him? He’s nothing but good to me, worships the ground I walk on, always knows when I need something, is the nicest person you’d ever meet and he loves me,” your voice broke in the end.

“And I don’t love you? I don’t worship the ground you walk on? I don’t know when you need something, I’m not good to you milyy?” Bucky’s voice is hard, he grips your jaw instead to make you look at him.

He loosened your towel and revealed your naked body, his fingertips grazed over your sensitive skin. You could feel him putting his jaw on your shoulder, his lips close to your ear.

“Tell me, do I not love you?” he questioned again, beginning to stroke your clit. You didn’t want to answer him, his questions were unfair, and he knew it. “Mhm, you’re already wet,” the deep voice sends shivers down your spine, only making you wetter.

“James we can’t,” you whined, letting your head fall back against the wall. A slap on your drenched cunt had you gasping, “what’s my name?” Bucky growled. “Daddy,” you whimpered, a deep chuckle sounding through your ears at the word, “good girl.”

His unoccupied hand closed around your throat, the cool metal sending shivers along the back of your neck. He made you look into his ocean blue eyes, they were filled with lust, lust for you.

You closed your eyes, not being able to look into his eyes any longer. He would draw you under his spell again, you couldn’t let it happen…, “look at me milyy,” he commanded, voice angelic and hard to resist.

“Mhm, you look so good with my hands wrapped around your neck,” Bucky praised, his hand fit around your neck like a necklace. The only one you wanted to wear forever.

While his lips ghosted over yours, his fingertips circled your mound. You whimpered, the brunette always teased you to no end. It was torture, sinful, pleasurable torture.

Two of his fingers entered your tight hole, you squeezed them tight as he curled them inside you. The tightness had him scoffing teasingly, “how can you still be this tight? How often have I fucked you yet huh? One would think I’ve stretched you out by now,” he purred against your mouth.

Oh, how true his words were. Almost every night he would sneak into your room and gift you immense pleasure. At the beginning he had to careful as to not hurt you, the first few times he prepped you until he was able to fully fit inside you.

“I have given you so much, and this is how you thank me?” with a sharp tone he hit your certain spot which had you moan pathetically.

If you could, you would have scoffed, the audacity. He gave you broken promises, countless nights of heartbreak that left you crying yourself to sleep. Those moments seemed to overshadow the good ones by now, the ones you should have had more off.

“Poor guy…how will he take it when you tell him you changed your mind?” his words were laced with honesty, Bucky knew what he was saying and meant every word off it.

The way he massaged your spongy walls made you yearn for more, though your orgasm wouldn’t come easy. They never did with Bucky and if it wasn’t for your current situation you’d preen in every second of it. Now, right in this moment, something was difficult.

“Aww, milyy, my beautiful girl...do you want to come? Tell me I’m the only one, tell me you only love me,” if you weren’t drowning in pleasure, you would have heard his voice waver at the end of the sentence. Bucky didn’t want to lose you.

“You’re the only one, I only love you,” the words melted from your tongue easily, no doubt in your tone.

You shakily moaned as his fingertips pressed against your sweet spot, a tight feeling spread in your stomach. Bucky had his metal fingers still on your throat but you clawed onto his back with compact breaths as you chanted his name over and over again like a prayer.

Nails digging into the white dress shirt that covered his beautiful body, thumb flicking your clit and fingers curling. “Come,” he demanded, letting go of your throat to steady your back, “come on my fingers, show me how good you can listen to me milyy.”

Listen you did, your orgasm came crashing down on you. Even with the blow dryer on your moan would have been heard if it weren’t for Bucky swallowing your mouth with his.

He almost muted your sounds, the kiss made you think you’re in heaven, you wished it could stay like this. Bucking your hips against Bucky’s thigh to create more friction was no use.

As you came down from your high everything downed on you. Lips still locked with Bucky in a passionate kiss, it reminded you of easier times…if they ever were. He was the man of your dreams, but he could never truly be yours.

Still in your little headspace Bucky picked you up and carried you to your bed, he turned off the hair dryer before kissing your forehead gently. “I’ll get you a tea and then we will find a way how you can break the news to Peter,” was all he said and then left your bedroom.

You registered his words slowly, you finally needed to break the cycle. Carefully you walked to the door and locked it, sliding down the hard wood closing your eyes defeated.

Muffled footsteps echoed through the door. Bucky tried opening the door. It didn’t open, again, still closed. With more strength this time, still closed. A scowl overtook his features, “milyy, open the door. I won’t tell you again,” his voice hard and demanding.

“We need to stop, this was the last time,” it was hard saying these words, but they needed to be said, “I’m going to marry him, I’m going to marry Peter.”

Bucky slammed his fist against the door, “no, no. Milyy you won’t, no!” A tear rolled down your cheek at the volume of his voice, why did this have to be so hard? “James leave, please,” another tear grazed your skin.

On the other side of the door Bucky had his forehead leaned against the wood, ‘James’ only you used his first name. Everyone else used his nickname or ‘Mr. Barnes’ but not you, it became special to him and strengthened the bond between you two.

“Open the fucking door,” he sounded demanding – he was. Again, he banged his fist against the door before sliding down like you, his hand pressed to the door.

“Don’t, I love you,” Bucky’s tone was softer now and his voice broke while all your dams broke. Tears streamed down your cheeks, “you have to leave,” you sobbed wiping away the tears, “Bucky,” you said his nickname to underline the importance behind it and the need to act as if there was nothing more than a father-daughter relationship.

Bucky shook his head desperately, it hurt to hear you say his nickname in a situation like this. One single tear escaped his eye, he wasn’t ready to lose you.

Neither one of you were able to sleep that night, you cried yourself to sleep, and Bucky laid awake next to your mother not touching an inch of her.

The next day you avoided him as much as you could, instantly met up with Peter. You spoke with him and a few days later packed your things to move out of your mothers home. She was happy for you while Bucky glared at Peter’s back the whole time.

All he could do was watch you leave, his heart breaking with every piece of you that left. To your mother he acted as if he was just a little sad you moved out, she believed him and loved the whole act of him stepping into the father figure.

The months leading up to your wedding you barley came to visit your mother at her house. Bucky laid awake most nights with you on his mind, his heart completely shattered.

Meanwhile you didn’t feel any different, but the attraction you felt towards Peter helped you. Everyday you animated him to have sex with you, made him go shopping with you, tried being with him every second just so you wouldn’t think of Bucky.

Peter didn’t mind, he enjoyed the time and only fell deeper in love with you.

Your wedding day. It was, finally, your way out. Today you had to face Bucky again, he would walk you down the isle – a wish your mother had. Hopefully everything go well today.

Currently you were getting ready, your maid of honour and mother helping you. They talked to you, how happy they were for you, but all you could think about was Bucky. Why wouldn’t he leave your mind? Today was supposed to be the happiest day of your life, you’re marrying the love of your life…or are you?

“I think I need a minute…alone,” you whispered, letting your head hang down as you fiddled  with your fingers. “Of course, honey,” your mom said and kissed your cheek, then moving out of the room with your friend.

As soon as they were gone you sighed heavily, why was it so hard? You wanted to cry but didn’t dare to smudge your make up which took the stylist an hour.

A soft knock caused your head to snap up, you prayed it wasn’t Bucky, “come in,” you announced and to your dismay it was Bucky. You hoped it was your dismay.

“Hey,” he greeted you and closed the door behind him, locking it. “Unlock the door,” you tried to keep your voice strong, to not let him know that he had an effect on you with just walking in the room.

“Please, let us talk,” he begged walking over to you. “We don’t need to talk, it’s too late,” turning your head you looked right into his ocean blue eyes which were filled with hurt.

“It’s not, I love you and you love me,” Bucky took your hands, the familiar feeling of warmth and comfort spreading through your body. “If you loved me you wouldn’t still be married to my mother Bucky,” your voice disgusted at the fact that he was still with your mother and slept with her.

He fell on his knees before you, “don’t call me Bucky, you always say James,” he whispered as his head came to rest on your lap. It hurt you to say Bucky as well, gladly you would go back to James, but it would be wrong right?

“That doesn’t change anything. I’m tired, tired of sharing you with my own mother who only married you for your money and to tell herself she’s still young,” you sniffled as the words left your mouth, you loved your mother, but it was the truth and Bucky went along with it.

“You told me you loved me and then went to sleep in her bed, do you know how much that hurts? I wanted to be with you day and night, but can you say the same?” the tears broke finally free. Until the very end you believed him, it was wrong you knew that.

“Milyy, don’t cry, please. I love you, I know I should have left her and I will, I have the papers ready,” lifting his head he loosened his right hand to wipe away your tears.

You were shocked by that reveal, did he lie? Was he being honest? How could you find out? Why did you even care? You cared because you loved, loved him more than you should.

“I can’t just leave. I risked so much for you, I’m done risking everything for you,” you shock your head. In about thirty minutes you were supposed to walk down the fucking isle and marry, and here you were crying, smudging your make up because of Bucky who declared his love for you and that he was close to divorcing your mother because of you.

“I love you so much, I know what you’re risking but I promise you I’m not lying. This time I won’t stay away, I won’t leave. You are my everything, you’ve been for a long time now and I’m sorry I didn’t show you properly,” both of his hands were now on your face catching the tears. Bucky moved his body up to be face to face with you.

You wanted to believe him, no, a part of you already believed him. After all your body yearned for him and as much as you loved Peter, he was no match to Bucky.

“James…,” hope lit up in Bucky’s eyes as you said his name, his first name, “I love you, but…,” was there really a ‘but’? There should be, Peter is a worthy, ‘but’ he should be the one.

“Milyy I’m done, I will show you how much you mean to me,” words hard he bunched up your dress and vanished under the fabric. You knew what was about to happen as you felt his rough pads dance along your skin.

The brunette pushed your white thong aside, “mhm white lingerie, picked it out just for Peter? For the big wedding night?” his voice was muffled but you were still able to hear his teasing word for word.

He latched onto your cunt without hesitating and groaned as soon as he tasted you, “how much I missed this pretty pussy.” At the deep groan you weren’t able to hold your whimper back, why did he have to be this hot?

With his metal thumb he stroked over your clit, the coolness sending a shiver down your spine. His tongue moved in and out of your leaking hole, the feeling of pleasure consuming your body and Bucky’s sinful words filling your thoughts.

“Oh, milyy have you let him eat your cunt? Let him have a taste of my cunt?” a slap on your sensitive mound pulled an unexpected squeal from you, “I expect an answer when I ask you a question.”

“I did, I let him eat my pussy, I’m sorry daddy,” you whine and oh how quick you were to fall for him again.

He shook his head, mumbling how disappointed he was in you. Still, he let his tongue back to roaming through your cunt, hitting your sweet spot which he found instantly.

As he devoured you like you were his last meal your orgasm approached. A tight knot build up in your stomach, you scrunched your eyes shut only waiting for the blissful feeling to overtake you. Bucky knew you were close, not just your stomach tightened no, your cunt almost imprisoned his tongue.

Bucky’s cool thumb drew circles on your clit before he gently bit his teeth down on your bundle of nerves. A pornographic moan slipped from your lips as a rush of ecstasy crashed into you, it was all it took for you to have one of the best orgasms in months.

With his tongue he guided you through your high, he was proud to have you shaking under him.

Replacing his tongue with two of his flesh fingers, Bucky pulled his head from beneath your dress. “I’m not done with you yet,” a sentence that promised pure pleasure and stilled a need in you.

“You look beautiful in white milyy,” Bucky cooed curling his fingers as he laid his hand back on your cheek, thumb stroking your bottom lip. You closed your mouth around his digit, sucking gently exactly like you sucked his cock.

His head fell back and his dress pants tightened, cock rock hard pressing against the fabric. It didn’t help his case that you, dressed in white was something he dreamed off.

Butterflies erupting in your tummy, you understood him. You missed his cock too much, no one was like, could be like him. Bucky was loosing his patience, retracting his fingers, and moving his hands to your waist. He lifted you onto the table, tugging the top of your breast down exposing your lace covered breasts.

“Would you look at that? Wearing a lace set I bought you, do you think he deserves to see you in it or were you waiting for me? Hoping I’d show up?” Of course, you hoped he’d show up, but you tried to repress the wish.

A scowl placed on his lips, “you dare to wear it for him,” he growled as he undid his pants revealing his beautiful cock.

Your mouth watered at the sight, thick, and the girth is proportioned along his shaft while the head of his cock is even thicker. Mushroom formed head leaking with precum, his pretty curve you’d knew would hit every spot.

Oh, how bad you wanted to suck him off, “hold that for me milyy,” he ordered, holding up your dress. Doing as told you gripped the white fabric, wanting to do everything he asked of you. “Be quiet, we don’t want your mother hearing you…or your soon to be husband. What would they do if they knew you getting fucked by your stepdaddy huh?”

Your mother would disinherit you and Peter would curse you to the moon, but you didn’t care you wanted Bucky.

Slowly he pushed his tip in, already stretching you slightly, “daddy,” you whimpered. Had he been becoming bigger since you last fucked him? A tear rolling down your cheek, however this time from pleasure.

He continued pushing in, the way he stretched you made you feel a kind of pain you welcomed. “Fuck, see? This is what happens when I don’t fuck you enough. You’ve gotten tighter, I need to stretch you again. You will let daddy split you apart won’t you milyy?” Bucky began moving his hips at a slow pace, wanting an answer from you.

You tried focusing on forming words, but your head felt empty, he filled you up too good. A deep chuckle sounded through the room, “can’t believe I already fucked you dumb,” he could believe it.

“Yes, harder,” finally you managed to say something, and it didn’t surprise Bucky, but who was he to deny your wish? His pace became rougher.

With every thrust he hit your spot, god how much he loved the feeling of you clenching your walls together. When he added his thumb into the play you moaned louder than before. He loved the sounds he could drive from you but it was too dangerous right now.

“Keep making those loud sounds and I will have to punish you,” lacing his metal hand around your throat and squeezing it as a warning made your walls clench resulting in your lover groaning.

If your head wasn’t empty maybe you would have been able to bite something back. Even though Bucky was pummelling and destroying your pussy, you need him closer. Wrapping your legs around his middle you brought him closer to you.

His cock hitting deep inside you, without the dress there would have been a belly bulge visible.

“Missed me so much milyy? God, I’m gonna come and let you milk my cock till the last drop,” Bucky was close to the edge, it had been too long since last had his cock buried inside you.

“Come for daddy,” you tightened around him but needed more, something was missing, “fucking come for me, I said,” his tone became harsher, more controlling. Bucky pressed lightly on your throat. That was it the choking, the thumb circling your clit, the way he split you open with his cock.

A pathetic whine left you as you came all over Bucky’s cock, bliss shooting through your veins. “James,” you sighed over and over again, the name music in Bucky’s ears.

“Good girl,” he praised, his pace becoming uneven as his high neared, “milk every last drop of me or I will paint your pretty face with it and let you walk down the aisle covered in my cum.” He didn’t have to ask twice for you to drain him.

He reached his high and let his head fall on your breast to muffle his groan. You accepted every drop of him like you were told, your hands snaking into his hair to keep him where he was.

The last drop came from him, he stilled in your cunt. Endorphins jumping through the air, you’ve never been happier. Bucky, your James was with you again, “I love you, James,” you whispered with a smile. He wasn’t able to keep himself from smiling either, gently he freed his hair from your grasp, “I love you too, milyy,” with joy he locked your lips with his.

Your hands rested on his cheek, the fire and passion you two held still not gone.

Suddenly a knock on the door broke you from the moment you shared with Bucky. With wide eyes you sat up causing Bucky to whimper as he was still inside you.

“Honey? Are you ready? We’re about to start in five minutes, I’ll get Bucky and then we can start,” your mother’s voice could be heard. Everything that just happened downed on you, how could you fall into Bucky again? No, no, no, this couldn’t be true.

Bucky let go of you and pulled his cock out, dripping with you mixed juice. “You have to decide now, leave with me or marry him,” his tone was serious, “maybe this will help you,” reaching into his pocket he pulled out a plug and pushed it into your leaking hole, “wanna make you keep everything.”

Just then you instantly stood up, “this was wrong, you’re lying. You will never leave my mother,” you run around to room, trying to fix yourself.

“How can you be so fucking stubborn. I’m going to divorce her, you get that? I will leave her for you, we can be together. You won’t marry that boy, milyy.” Even Bucky was getting fed up by now, he just wanted you and no one else.

“Those are just words James. You say this and that but when are you going to do something!” You raised your voice, after all this time and he still didn’t understand it.

“You say that now, you will divorce her, but what if I marry Peter. What then? You keep being married to her? As long as you don’t act on nothing, I will marry him,” you couldn’t let him bring you under his spell again just to hurt you. Peter was good for you and acted when he said something.

Bucky scoffed, he was serious. Everything was ready, Steve made the divorce papers, Natasha searched him a new house and the missing piece was you.

“Honey?” your mom called again and this time you answered, “I'm coming!” You gave Bucky one last glance, “will you act on it, James?”

Bucky couldn’t get one word over his lips, he wanted to and he already did act on it, but why was is it so hard to say something?

His silence was defining for you, you shock your head with a glare and walked out to your mother who was excitingly awaiting you, “everything alright?” she asked. You smiled, it was forced but she didn’t seem to notice, “I will walk down alone,” was all you could say.

Your mother was confused, why wouldn’t you let Bucky walk with you? Before she could ask you were on your way and the ceremony began.

Peter smiled, even shed tears as he saw you, however your tears were of hurt instead of happiness. As it began you noticed Bucky coming back in the corner of your eye and whisper something to your mother which left her shocked. A hint of hope sparked in your chest.

Everything went like it should, you said your vows, even were able to say ‘I do’ which to you felt more painful than it should have. “Does anyone here have something against this union? Speak now or be silent forever,” the priest said.

“I do,” a deep, familiar voice said. Shocked everyone turned to the one who those word belonged to, all eyes on Bucky, James, “I have something against it.”

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[imyourbratzdoll]

Hello! I hope you are well!

Would it be possible to get a slightly jealous and possessive daddy Bucky Barnes with best friend Steve Rogers threesome smut one shot?

Thank you so very much 🥰

hello! I'm okay, I hope you are well as well! I also hope you like what I wrote!

summary - your stepdad doesn't like how close his friend is getting to you, so the only way to solve the issue is to get inside you.

warning - smut, stepcest, two cocks in one hole, swearing, innocent reader.

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Bucky was fuming as he watched his best friend flirt with you. He gulped down some of his beer as Steve pressed up against you, helping you grab something from the top shelf. Feeling his cock twitch as dirty thoughts entered his head. 

“Thank you, Stevie!” You look up at him with wide innocent eyes. He smirks down at you, his bulge pressing into your stomach, and he pushes your hair behind your ear.

“Your welcome, sweetie. A woman like you shouldn’t be doing all the hard work.” His cock twitches as you giggle, placing a soft kiss on his cheek before hurrying off and toward your stepdad. Steve smirks at Bucky when he notices the glare on his face. His eyes move to watch your ass jiggle, your tiny skirt lifting when you bend over to place a kiss on Bucky’s cheek.

“You okay, Daddy?” You bat your eyelashes, squealing as he pulls you into his lap. Soft giggles escape you as he smothers your neck in his special kisses. “Daddy! Stevie is here!” 

“That’s okay, doll. Why don’t we show Stevie here what we do for fun?” He raises a brow, his hand slowly moving up until he gropes your ass. 

Your eyes are wide as you stare at him. “Are you saying we can have playtime?” You blink, your head turning toward Steve, whose hand is on your back.

“That’s right, baby doll.” Bucky leans forward, catching your lips with his. Hands moving to your dripping cunt, soft whimpers escaping you as he rubs your swollen throbbing button. “So wet, doll. Who made you this wet, huh?” 

Your cheeks turn red as you sneakily look at Steve before snapping your head back to Bucky, eyes crossing as his finger sinks into your cunt. “Oh, so it was Steve that made you this wet? What a naughty little slut you are.” His fingers curl before he abruptly takes them out and sticks the finger out to Steve, giving him a look. “May as well have a taste. I’m not one to share.” You feel your cunt clench around nothing as Steve leans forward and sucks on Bucky’s finger. 

“Fucking hell. How do you expect me to stay away after tasting her?” Bucky shrugs before standing. You squeal and wrap your legs tightly around him as he and Steve head to your bedroom. “Aww, isn’t this the cutest room ever.” You watch with wide eyes as he picks up your penguin. “Who’s this little guy?”

You blush before burying your face in your stepdad’s shoulder. Bucky smirks and grips your ass tighter. “That’s Mr Penguin. He watches my little girl when I can’t, doesn’t he, baby doll?” You nod, squealing as he places you down on the bed, and both men step back. Their cocks straining against their jeans, large forms nearly taking up your room as they stand straight with their bulging arms folded across their chest. “Now, doll. I’m going to give you three options.”

You nod, arms folded onto your lap. Your plump lips pouted as you waited for your daddy to tell you your options. 

“The first option is I can fuck you while you choke on Stevie’s cock. The second option is I can fuck you while you sit on his face, or the third option is we both can fuck you in your pretty little pussy.” You whimper at them all, your cunt leaking as you picture them doing everything to you.

“Third option, please, daddy! Please! Wan’ both your cocks!” You plead, practically leaping forward, pawing at their pants. You whine when Bucky grabs your hands, and both older men stare down at you with dark smirks. 

“You sure, doll?” They chuckle when you rapidly nod your head, hands moving to undo their pants as you hurriedly take your top off, plump breasts bouncing free, causing their eyes to move down and watch them, licking their lips. You go to take your skirt off, but Bucky stops you. “Ah, uh, baby doll. Keep that on.” Your eyes move down to their prominent throbbing members, drooling as their tips leak. Bucky moves until he’s lying down, getting you to crawl on top of him. Steve moves behind you, his bulky body resting against your ass. 

“Daddy! Hurry up! I’m all tingly inside you!” A whine escapes you, followed by a gasp as Steve slaps your ass. Your body launches forward, and your nails dig into your daddy as the two men work their way inside you. Your eyes roll back at the stretch, whimpers leave you, and tears fill your eyes. “D–daddy! Too much! Too much!” Babbles make their way past your lips, feeling complete.

“Nah, uh, doll. You wanted this, and you’re going to take it.” He grunts as your walls pulse around him, and both men begin to thrust in and out of you. Their hands gripping your flesh, lips pressing against your skin. “Fuck! Shit feels so fucking good. Ain’t that right, Stevie?”

Steve groans, sending a hard thrust into your stretched-out cunt. His hand was coming around, flicking, pinching and rubbing your clit. “Fuck yes! Best fucking pussy! Gonna be so fucking addicted after this!” His blue eyes are dark with lust, hips pounding harder into your tiny body as Bucky thrusts up into you simultaneously. “You like this, sweetheart? Like having your dad and his friend fuck you like some whore?” 

You whine, your body giving out as you fall onto Bucky. Their thrusts never stop, “Y–yes! Love it! Wan’ more!” You bury your face into Bucky’s neck, biting down as your walls squeeze their cocks, and your juices squirt out as you cum. “Daddy! Stevie!”

Both men grunt, pounding into you as hard and fast as they can before their balls tighten, cocks throb, and thick spurts of cum shoot out of their mushroom tips and deep into your used cunt. 

“Yeah, you better learn to share because I ain’t going anywhere.”

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Silver Lining 5

Warnings: non/dubcon, speech impediment, bullying and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: silverfox!Bucky Barnes

Summary: You have an unpleasant encounter with an older man.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

Your phone buzzes as your niece bounces dangerously close to the tree. Your sister's in town with her two kids, but neither her or her husband seem to care much about watching them. Somehow, you're tasked with that and unsure what to do about their endless energy. You envy them truly so you just kind of let them go.

You hear your mother and sister chattering in the kitchen, her husband is in the garage with your stepdad, and as always, you're the odd one out. You slide your phone out and check the ID. It's Bucky, technically your new boss. You notice you've missed a few texts from him. Great. Not a good start. You were supposed to tell everyone at dinner about your new gig.

You answer, watching the kids without much thought, play tug of war over a string of tinsel. You should stop them but it'll just snap anyhow. You clear your throat and put your hand to your cheek, feeling the nervousness warm your skin.

"Hello, Mr. B-Barnes," you eke out.

"Bucky, it's fine," he sounds slightly irritated but you don't think you've heard a different tone from him so far, "you're busy?"

"Well, uh, n-not exactly," you shrug, "j-just family s-stuff."

"Family... so you won't be able to go over the script? I just got your edits."

"U-uh, y-yeah, if you want to, I c-can grab my l-laptop," you offer and turn your back to the room.

"I'd prefer it if we could meet. I'm more of a face-to-face person."

"O-old-fashioned," you comment. You regret that he exhales deeply on the other end. "S-sorry, I o-only meant--"

"You're right. I'm old-fashioned. Not a bad thing," he insists, "so, is it too late? Should we find another time?"

"T-tomorrow?"

"I'm going out of town for the weekend," he huffs, "I really want to have this ready to record when I get back."

"R-right," you chew your thumb, a sudden bawling tears through the air as you spin around and find your nephew stuck under the tree. Oh no! "Oh, sh-shoot."

You cover the microphone as you lower the phone. Your sister rushes in, your mother at her heels as they squeal. You watch helpless as she fishes Casey from under the fir branches, "you were supposed to be watching them," she accuses.

"I-I was?"

"Oh, come on, you know, I barely get a minute to myself and you can't just keep an eye on two kids? Ugh, no job and you can't be bothered just to look," she snarls.

They're not your kids. You flutter your lashes as you fight back tears and that smart remark.

"I actually h-have a c-call from m-my new job," you hold out your phone and wiggle it at her, "I d-don't b-babysit f-for free."

She scoffs and your mom tuts as she shakes her head. They don't even care. No congratulations but they can constantly throw your unemployment in your face. You take a breath and roll your eyes.

"S-sorry, I g-got to go," you turn and drag your feet out of the room.

"Well, she didn't say she had a job," your mother mutters as your sister grumbles back, "about time."

You ignore them as you head upstairs. It's better you let your sister bask in her spotlight. You weren't looking forward to dinner anyhow. Not for anything more than the hunger groaning in your stomach. You put the phone back to your ear.

"A-are you there? S-sorry, I g-got distracted."

"Really, if you're busy--"

"N-no, I n-need to get a-away," you say.

You're silent at the confession. You didn't mean to sound so pathetic. You go down the hall to your room and find a sweater.

"Well, uh, how about we meet at the cafe? Middle ground. You like that place?"

"Up t-to you," you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper.

"You need a ride?" He asks, to your surprise.

You pause as you grip the bright pink wool in your hand, "N-no, I'll f-find my way." You swallow and lay the sweater on your bed, "uh, b-bye."

You hang up before he can respond. You're embarrassed. He probably heard all of that and more. And now you've gone and betrayed your stupid self to him. Of all people. He doesn't need to know you're a complete failure. You hate to accept it but you have to; you need him more than he needs you. So maybe you'll just change the damn thesis after all.

🩶

You get to the coffee shop with snow caked on your hat and in the collar of your coat. You shake it off just outside and enter, your cheeks and nose kissed with the cold. As much as you love the winter, it's a bit much. You let out a brrr as you pull of your mitts and tuck them inside your hat. You hear your name and glance over. It's him, he's beat you there.

You tramp over to him as the snow melts off your boots and you wave, setting your bag in the chair as you unbutton your coat.

"Didn't m-mean t-to take too l-long," you say.

"Hot chocolate shouldn't be that cold," he assures you. You wince and look at the table. Sure enough, there's a second cup.

"O-oh, you d-didn't have t-to--"

"It's fine, not a big deal," he shakes his head.

You nod and hang your coat over the back of the chair and tuck away your mittens and hat in the sleeve. You sit and bring your bag into your lap. You flip up the flap and pull out your laptop, chilly from the walk there. You sense him watching you. You leave your computer shut as you lay it out and reach for the hot chocolate. You give it a taste and hum, thanking him.

"Sounds like a rough day," he comments.

"Y-yeah, b-but you d-don't have to w-worry about it," you assure him, glancing around evasively. When is he going to start being mean?

"You got kids?" He asks.

You have to hold in your laughter. "Sister's k-kids," you explain, "n-not for m-me."

"Ah," he accepts and reaches for his coffee, "right. Makes sense."

You keep your eyes down. You don't want to get too personal. Feels like he's just being polite, likely because he feels bad for you, not about his previous behavior.

"Don't got any either," he leans forward, his thick fingers hugging his cup, "so, your new draft was... great."

"R-really?" You lift your gaze meekly.

"Yeah, yeah, I just have a few notes," he sits back to bend down to the bag at his feet, "thanks for coming so last minute.”

You open your laptop, trying not to show any emotion. It's kind of him but you just don't believe it's anything other than pity.

[shamrockqueen]

Father figure : Chapter 2

Pairing : Best Friend’s Dad Bucky x Reader

Warnings : Angst, Bad friends, Older man younger woman Dynamic, (age references removed and reader is recounting it as an adult)

Word count : 2167

AO3 Link

Chapter 1 link

Bucky Barnes Masterlist

Things stayed quiet, but at least they kind of got better. It had been a week or two since you’d welcomed Becky and her family back into your life.

A pounding at your window around 12pm woke you from an already uncomfortable sleep. You looked over at the drawn curtains, waiting for the sound again.

A *Knock knock knock* at the window of your ground-floor bedroom.

You pushed out of bed, readjusting your messy t-shirt and shorts as you groggily walked to the curtains. You weren’t surprised to see Becky on the other side of the glass, her dark hair nearly blending in with the night.

She didn’t look very happy, and her frustration was even more evident when she tried to jerk open the locked window. It wasn’t a new sight to see an angry Becky trying to force her way into your room, a popular choice of hers for when she had been out doing something she shouldn’t have and needed a place to hide before absconding by midnight.

"Open up!" You could hear her through the glass before you finally unlocked the window and pulled it up, and she immediately crawled past you.

"You can’t be yelling this late at night; you're gonna to wake my mom up."

"Whatever!" She stomped towards your bed before throwing herself onto it and grappling at one of your teddy bears.

You have a huff before shutting the window and locking it again.

"What’s wrong?" You slumped back onto the other side of the bed as you tried to find what made her mad this time.

"It doesn’t fuckin matter." A classic Becky move, but you’d played this game before, and with enough prying, you’d get her to talk instead of sulking into one of your old teddy bears.

"Clearly it mattered to you because you were here at almost 1 in the morning instead of asleep."

"Shut up!" She turned and tossed the bear at you, clearly choosing to act more like a child than her actual age.

"Keep your voice down. You wake my mom up, and she’s gonna kick you out again." You seethed before throwing the stuffed animal back at her, only to miss and hit the wall beside the bed.

Becky dropped her arms from above her head to her sides, hitting the bed with a thump. "Everything’s just so stupid; it fucking sucks." She grumbled, but at least she made an effort to keep her voice down.

"What happened?" You ask tiredly, rubbing your eyes as you wait for an answer.

"I called my mom today." She answered meekly. Conversations with her mom often brought out the worst in her, making it unsurprising that she’d snuck out to blow off steam.

"What’d she say?" You asked worriedly, not waking to try to break the already weak foundation that Becky stood on.

"She said I couldn’t visit her this summer. She said that she and STUPID Mason and their STUPID kids already planned their vacation, and that she can’t just change her plans at the drop of a hat because I want her to."

You just laid beside her, silent in the dark, as a sob cut through the air, and you turned to see streaks of tears training down her face. Becky had such a complicated relationship with her mom, especially when she often thought she had to compete with a new family.

"Why do you want to visit her anyway? You hate the twins, and you hate your stepdad." You say this quietly as you sit up to look at your friend. "Every time you visit, you call me to tell me how snotty they are and how crappy they treat you."

He huffed a small laugh before answering, "I know, but…it’s just that she doesn’t call anymore. She doesn’t visit. She doesn't care." She hugged the pillow as her voice grew weaker.

"That can’t be true; all moms have to care at least a little. I mean, you're her kid; she can’t just forget about you." You always tried to reassure her, but her face just continued to fall.

"It feels like she’s trying to."

"You still have your dad." Your words rang in your ears just as you said them. The memory of that night is still heavy in your mind. Just the way his psyche must have shattered to propel him to do what he did made you shudder a little.

"There’s something wrong with him." Every word added a little more weight to your heavy heart as she spoke. You feared how much she really knew and who she would be mad at the most.

"What do you mean?" You didn’t turn to look at her as you spoke, not wanting her to catch a glimpse of guilt in your eyes, even in the dark.

"He’s just been acting really off lately, like…he won’t talk to me, and it just feels like he’s trying to avoid me now. Ever since that party, he’s just shut off."

You could feel your stomach knowing together as she spoke. You have a very good idea why he’s acting so uncomfortably, but it’s not something you could tell her.

"He just doesn’t want to see you get like that. I mean, he is your dad; stuff like that is going to upset him."

"It’s not the same. He’s never been this upset before. It’s like he’s shut down or something." Her eyes start to tear up as she continues, "Maybe this time I finally made him snap."

"No way. It just has to be a lot of stress on him."

"I don’t know. Something’s just wrong."

The crack in your nerves deepened painfully as she spoke. You knew very well what was wrong and why. Something was wrong, very wrong, and there was nothing you could do to fix it now. You just stared out at the ceiling, waiting for her to talk again.

Instead, she seemed to nod off before you found the ability to even find sleep. No, you were still so shaken by the new knowledge you had found that you lay there motionless instead.

A small light lit up beside you. A notification beaming out into your room from where Becky’s phone sat on your charger.

You leaned out of bed as your eyes adjusted to the new source of light to see Mr. Barnes’ picture blink across the screen as the silent call fell to Becky’s voicemail.

You look back at her and then back at the phone, just tapping the screen to see the number of messages her father left her.

She sneaks out a lot, but she more than often ends up sleeping off her night on your bedroom floor. This gave Mr. Barnes at least some peace of mind not to go running out into the night for his daughter, but he was still her father and had desperately tried reaching out to Becky.

The first few times Becky had snuck out, it had caused a lot of trouble, and he’d come speeding through the neighborhood trying to find her.

Now, he could easily drive by and spot her bike propped up against your mailbox, giving him some peace of mind to at least know she was somewhere safe.

You let her phone screen fade before letting your eyes readjust to the dark to find your phone next to hers. You unlock it and tap on your contacts icon to dig up her father’s number.

His contact photo lights up the screen. A happy photo from when he’d taken you and Becky out to see Jurassic Park. An undone blue button-up, a white tank top, and a pair of shades making him seem so much more striking than he was before. Even the loose bun that held together his once shoulder-length hair brought new definition to his smiling face; it made it seem like more and more of a shame that he’d since cut it short.

Shaking the thought away, you tuck your phone to your side before looking back at the still-sleeping Becky and slipping out of bed and snuck towards the door. Becky still snored on the other side of the room as you ducked into the hall and towards the bathroom.

The hallway is just as dark and more eerily quiet as you looked over at your mother’s room, which sat only a few feet in the other direction. You let your eyes fall on to the lightly colored wood, turned to a gray hue under the heavy blanket at night.

You quietly and carefully cross through to the bathroom before letting yourself lean onto the sink to take a quick and nervous breath. You pulled your phone from where you kept it clasped to your chest and tapped in your password to open it again. His picture lights up the screen once again before your thumb slides over the call button.

You held it to your ear as it rang for a spell. Each extra ring made your heart beat just a little slower as you waited for him to pick up the phone.

When the voicemail popped up, a heavy breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding onto escaped past your lips, and your heart sank into your stomach.

You ended the call without leaving a message, and you just leaned there before sitting back heavily onto the shaggy cloth toilet seat cover.

You took a few seconds before opening the phone back up and clicking the call button again.

The phone rang once, then twice…then it stopped abruptly, replaced by the sound of the other line being handled before a familiar voice filled the phone.

"Hey. Sorry, I uh…missed your call." You heard him take a deep breath before continuing with, "Is everything okay?"

"Uh, yeah. I just wanted to let you know Becky’s here. She’s still asleep right now." You spoke in a whisper, making sure not to wake up anyone in the house.

"Oh, thank God. How long has she been there?"

"I think she came straight over. I’m sorry I didn’t call sooner."

"No, it's fine. Thank you for letting me know." His voice didn’t seem fully relieved before he continued with, "D-did she tell you why she left?"

It was a question he hadn’t asked you before. He’d long since lost hope in understanding his daughter's misbehavior, but something in his voice seemed more fearful than before.

"I…um…just some drama with her mom, and…she." You almost couldn’t get the last few words out, as they choked up in your throat.

You stared at the tiled floor beneath your feet before finally finishing your sentence. "And she said that something seemed off. That you didn’t seem like yourself, I guess."

You could hear him swallow over the phone, taking a deep breath afterward before leaving an air of silence over the call.

"I am so sorry." He spoke so quietly that it almost couldn’t be heard over the phone. His voice was broken; it was so painful to hear it.

You opened your mouth to answer, but nothing came out. Your throat seemed to just close up as your fingers tightened around the phone until it shook a little in your hand.

"I…I can try to get her home after school tomorrow, Mr. Barnes." It’s all you could think to say. Anything to avoid discussing what had happened, how it had made you feel, and what the consequences would be.

"That would be a great help, but I can take care of it. Thank you." There was still something off with his voice, like a deep crack forming on what was once unbreakable glass. "Just make sure she gets to school, alright?"

"Yes sir."

"Thank you; now just get some sleep, ok sweetheart?"

The term of endearment made your heavy heart flutter for a single second before you answered, "Okay, goodnight, sir." And the call ended with a quick click.

You hold your phone back to your chest as you take a shallow breath, remembering all that had transpired between you and Mr. Barnes. The memory still made you feel an odd but warm sensation along your body, as well as a deep ache at the thought of the same memory causing him misfortune.

A knock at the bathroom door startled you. Making you jump back and hit the tiled wall with the back of your head.

You panic and flush the empty toilet beside you, trying to create an alibi and not wanting either person in the house to know about your phone call.

You quickly tuck your phone into your shorts pocket, switch on the sink, and start washing your hands.

"Hurry up." Becky’s voice through the door made the terrible feeling in your stomach curdle even further.

Finally, you open the door to Becky’s tired face before she pushes past you with a grunted "gotta pee."

You speedily walk back to the bedroom as the bathroom door clicks shut behind her.

Chapter 3

[goldensunflowe-r]

Dark Bucky Barnes x reader (+smut) part 2

Part 1

Masterlist

[spideyyboiirecs]

Bucky Barnes Reblogs

A masterlist of my fav Bucky Barnes Fics 

SERIES

A Maidens Tale 18+ @world-of-aus

pairing: Mob!Bucky x Dolores, Mob!Bucky x Maid!Reader 

The Truth Will Set You Free @angstysebfan

pairing: Bucky x Female Reader, Thor x Reader

Bad Decisions 18+ @syntheticavenger

pairing: Mob Boss Bucky Barnes x Right Hand Female Reader

Monster In Law 18+ @holylulusworld

pairing: CEO!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Chubby Bee 18+ @holylulusworld

pairing: Mobster!Bucky Barnes x Plus-size!Reader 

The Annoying Guy @holylulusworld

pairing: OFC x fem!Reader, Biker!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Every Other Day 18+ @holylulusworld

pairing: Mobster!Bucky x Teacher!Reader

Mr Grumpy and His Ex-mate @holylulusworld

pairing: Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Reader 

Rebound 18+ @holylulusworld

pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader 

Unwilling Bride @holylulusworld​

pairing: Mobster!Bucky Barney’s x fem!Reader 

Howlin’ For You @invisibleanonymousmonsters

pairing: Biker!Bucky x Fem!Reader

Her soft animal 18+ @kinanabinks

paring: Dark Bucky x Reader

The Penthouse 18+ @kinanabinks

pairing: Multiple Characters x Reader

Two Thousand, Five Hundred and sixty nine 18+ @kinanabinks

pairing: frat!bucky x best friend!reader

Relax 18+ @kinanabinks

pairing: Nerd!Frat!Bucky x Reader

Best Friend 18+ @kinanabinks

pairing: Mob!Bucky x Best Friend!Reader

ONESHOTS

As In The Mother, So Is Her Daughter @suitk0via

pairing: Dad!Bucky x Reader

His Little Play Thing 18+ @bucky-barnes-diaries

pairing: Stepdad!Bucky Barnes x Stepdaughter!Reader

It All Belongs To You 18+ @angrythingstarlight

pairing: Beefy Biker Bucky x Reader 

Rescuing Alpine @angrythingstarlight

pairing: Bucky x Reader. Alpine 

Top Of His List @angrythingstarlight

pairing: Mafia Bucky x Reader 

Don’t Make Me Wait 18+ @angrythingstarlight

pairing: 

Thin Ice 18+ @angrythingstarlight

pairing: 

Say The Word and It’s Yours 18+ @angrythingstarlight​

pairing: Mafia!Bucky x Reader 

Cruel 18+ @kinanabinks

pairing: Mob!Bucky x Best friend!Reader

How You Love Me 18+ @kinanabinks

pairing: Mob!Bucky x Best friend!Reader

Something Blue 18+ @kinanabinks

pairing: Mob!Bucky x Best friend!Reader

Separation Anxiety 18+ @kinanabinks

pairing: Semi-dark!fratbucky x best friend!reader

Clingy As Fuck 18+ @kinanabinks 

pairing: Mob!Bucky x Best friend!Reader 

Constant 18+ @kinanabinks 

pairing: Mob!Bucky x Best friend!Reader

His Girls 18+ @kinanabinks 

paring: Nat x Reader x Bucky 

The Sound Of Love 18+ @kinanabinks 

pairing: Bucky x Partly Deaf!Avenger!Reader

Tug Of War 18+ @kinanabinks 

pairing: Mob!Bucky x Best Friend!Reader, Ex!Pietro x Reader 

The Only One @kinanabinks 

pairing: Ex!Bucky x Reader 

Obedient 18+ @holylulusworld

Pairing: Alpha!Mobster!Bucky x Omega!Reader 

Two Souls @holylulusworld

pairing: Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader;Alpha!Winter Soldier x Omega!Reader

Stumble @holylulusworld​

pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader 

I Have A Feeling This Was A Trap 18+ @scarletsoldat​

pairing: Beefy!dom!Bucky x Shy!sub!Reader x Roommate!dom!Wanda 

Mr Grumpy Man 18+ @idy-ll-ique​

pairing: Mob Boss!Bucky x F!Reader

STUCKY: 

BackStage Pass 18+ @luxeavenger​

pairing: Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers x Female!Reader 

Their Surrogate 18+ @gotnofucks

pairings: Dark!Steve x Reader, Dark!Bucky x Reader

Theirs To Keep 18+ @holylulusworld

pairing: Mobster!Bucky x Reader x Mobster!Steve

Your Doll 18+ @kaiparker-avengerssmut

pairing: steve rogers x bucky barnes x f!stark!reader

Method Acting 18+ @kinanabinks

pairing: frat!steve x reader x frat!bucky

[wintermischief]

You are truly spoiling us with your sinful writing.

Impure

18+

This is so dark and fucked up and I should be doused in holy water because of this but imagine Step dad Bucky lusting after you and how fucking innocent you are. That pretty little silver ring on your finger is practically begging for him to ruin you. 

“You’re a good girl” He states, struggling to keep his voice neutral, the hint of a growl lingering in his tone as he takes your hand, nodding to the purity ring sitting on your finger. 

You nod, keeping your eyes away from his, trying to ignore the way your stomach churns, your body feeling warm feeling his rough calloused hand. Something about the way he looks at you makes you feel dizzy and weak in the knees, his steel blue eyes looking into your soul. 

Keep reading

[smuttyfantasyfics]

Fill You Up

Pairing / Dark!Stepdad!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warning / Breeding Kink, Non-con, step dad x step daughter (let me know if I missed anything!!)

Bucky didn’t care that it was wrong, here he was, living in your house, dating your mom, sharing a bed with her every night…all so he could see you, be around you, watch every move you made. 

He knew he had no choice, from the moment he saw you he knew he had to have you. He knew you were young, so sweet, so beautiful, so untouched. Bucky had to have you, he had to taste you, had to break you, had to fill you. 

It had been so long since he had moved in, painstakingly keeping himself in check, forcing himself to wait. It drove him mad, the waiting. There was only so much he could do, only so much of your underwear he could cum on, only so many times he could lay in your bed, stroking his cock as he breathed in your scent. 

He knew he had your trust, he had it from the get go. You were so naive, so trusting. How many nights did you spend cuddled against his side, how sweet did the word dad sound coming from your lips, how intoxicating was it to feel you against him, the rush he got when his fingers traced your hips, when he purposely brushed himself against you. 

You were torturing him and you didn’t even know it. 

Bucky’s most frequent obsession was filling you up with his cum, shooting load after load into your untouched pussy, watching as your stomach plumped with his cum, watching your stomach fill and round out as he bred you. 

He wanted to see you filled, he wanted to cum inside you and never leave, keep you on his cock all day and all night. He wanted you filled  with his cum until you were ready to burst. 

Bucky smiled as you walked into the living room and fell onto the sofa, plastering yourself against his side. He didn’t hesitate to wrap an arm around you, pulling you even closer into him and pressed his lips against your hair, smiling as you nuzzled into his chest. 

“Tired, baby?” He asked softly, running his fingers up and down your arm. 

You hummed into Bucky’s chest, letting your eyes fall closed as you focused on the sound of his heart beat in your ear. 

Bucky was more than content to hold you, seeing how easily you drifted off to sleep against him sent a thrill straight to his cock, knowing how much you trusted him. 

He couldn’t be blamed really, he’d been so good, treated you so well and here you were, fast asleep and cuddled against him. 

He let his arm reach over, his hand stopping at the top of your thigh. You were wearing a pair of shorts, ones that always made Bucky hard, especially when you reached up for something and gave him the perfect view of your ass. 

Bucky bit his lip, moving his eyes from your lap to your eyes, you were fast asleep. 

He couldn’t stop himself, his fingers gently reached under your shorts, moving ever so softly until his fingers rested against your covered pussy. 

“Fuck.” Bucky couldn’t help but moan quietly, running his fingers up and down, moaning louder when you shuffled against the touch and moved into his hand. 

He’d been so good, this was all he needed. He swore he was going to move his hand, just another feel and he was done. 

Then you went a let out the softest moan he’d ever heard, a delicate moan that went right to his cock, the sweetest moan that would have brought any man down. 

How could he resist? 

Thankfully your mom was still out, god knows Bucky couldn’t help himself at this point, one moan and his carefully crafted patience was torn apart, he doubted he would have cared if your mom was in the room. 

Bucky kept stroking your pussy, picking up the pace and eating up every moan and whimper that subconsciously left your lips. 

He needed more. 

He needed to taste that perfect little pussy you were hiding from him. 

He somehow managed to drag his hand away from you, smirking as you let out a soft whine and shifted your hips, seeking him out. 

“I got you, baby girl.” Bucky promised, slipping to his knees and ever so carefully slid your shorts down your legs without waking you. 

Bucky wasted no time, his face against your pussy, licking his way up to your panty covered clit and relishing in the way you jerked forward against his face. He mouthed at your panties, promising he’d be gentle but one taste and he was gone. 

You stirred awake to a strange feeling, your eyes were still closed but you felt something moving against you, felt a wetness you hadn’t felt before you fell asleep and then suddenly sat up with a gasp as a jolt of pleasure ran through you. 

“What-“ you began to ask but cut yourself off with a whine as Bucky’s tongue circled your clit. 

Bucky’s hand came up to your hips, pinning you in place and you could only what the scene in confusion. This was Bucky, the man who had taken up the position of your dad after yours had walked out on you and your mom, he was your mom’s partner, she loved him more than anything. 

Why was he doing this?

“Shh baby girl, daddy’s got you.” Bucky murmured against your pussy when you tried to push him off. 

“Stop it, get off me!” You insisted, trying to push at his head but he just moved one of his hands from your hips and wrapped both your wrists up before going back to mouthing at your pussy. 

Bucky couldn’t stop himself if he tried, he didn’t care about anything now that he had let himself have a taste. He felt like a man starved and your pussy was the only thing he needed to survive. 

You felt tears come to your eyes as Bucky moved his other hand to roughly pull your underwear down before his lips were back on your pussy again. 

Bucky moaned against you, licking the length of your pussy, finally tasting you after years of waiting. You were so sweet, infinitely more so than he had imagined. Even your cries were so soft, going straight to Bucky’s cock. 

“Please, stop.” You begged over and over again but Bucky refused to listen, forcing his tongue into your tight little hole causing you to whine as the intrusion. “Please!”

Bucky was a moaning mess, his fingers joined his tongue inside you, fucking into your tight pussy drawing more pained cries from you. 

Eventually Bucky managed to pull his tongue out of you, the taste of you thick in his mouth, everything he had waited for. 

His fingers still moved inside you as his other hand finally let go off your wrists to cup your cheek, brushing away tears though the space was quickly filled with more. 

“Shush, don’t be scared baby, daddy’s got you.” Bucky soothed as you sobbed. “Come on baby, don’t cry, listen to how wet you are for me.”

That made you cry more because Bucky was right, you didn’t want this but you could hear how wet you were as Bucky’s fingers thrusted into you. 

“Stop it, please dad.” You pleaded with him and Bucky couldn’t help but moan, thrusting his fingers even deeper inside you drawing a pained cry from you. 

“Daddy’s gonna take such good care of you, doll.” Bucky promised, his hand falling from your cheek onto your stomach, caressing the skin that would soon be swollen with his cum. 

“Don’t do this.” You cried but it was too late, there was no stopping now. 

“Come on, baby.” Bucky murmured, pulling his fingers out of you and into his mouth, sucking the wetness from them with a moan before he grabbed your arms and pulled you from the sofa. 

You tried to fight him, you really did but you were no match against Bucky’s strength and he easily pulled you up the stairs and into your bedroom, throwing you onto the bed like you were a rag doll. 

“Daddy’s gonna fill you up so good, baby, gonna be nice and fat for me.” Bucky murmured against your stomach, his hands roughly grabbing your breasts as he kissed and sucked bruises into your stomach. 

“Please don’t do this, I won’t tell, just stop.” You cried, trying to squirm away from him but it was no use.

Bucky’s cock was painfully hard and he couldn’t wait any longer. He had to have you, had to be buried inside you, had to fill you up over and over again. 

You were his, you always had been but now he got to prove it. 

You watched as Bucky pulled away from your stomach, his hands leaving your breasts but before you could hope that was it, before you could bolt from the bed you watched as Bucky pulled his pants down, panicked sobs escaping you as you saw his long, hard cock. 

“Waited so long, doll, waited so long to fill you up. Gonna look so good fat and full of my cum, gonna fuck my baby into you.” Bucky was drunk from your pussy, his words pouring from him without much thought. 

You gasped and cried at his words, unable to recognise the man before you. Gone was the caring, trusted father figure you loved and instead was a monster. 

Bucky lined his aching cock against your tight hole, feeling you tense up but he didn’t care, he had to fill you up. It was the only coherent thought in his head. 

Your hands gripped the blanket beneath you, squeezing tightly as you cried in pain, feeling yourself being split in two as Bucky forced his cock into your pussy, balls deep without giving you a second to adjust. 

Bucky moaned as his cock was engulfed by the tight heat of your pussy, unable to stop himself from pushing his whole length into you, relishing in the pained noises escaping you. 

He didn’t give you any chance to calm yourself, as quickly as he was inside you he was pulling most of the way out before slamming into you, feeling how tight you were, moaning wildly as he pushed in as deep as he could, knowing in no time he’d been filling you up. 

“That’s it, baby girl, so good for me, gonna fill you up so good.” Bucky murmured, feeling himself losing more control as he thrusted madly into you. 

You could do nothing but lay there, hating how wet you were despite the pain, hating how Bucky was using you, how he had changed so much without a sign. 

Bucky could feel he was ready to cum, slamming into you at a brutal pace that had you screaming and withering in pain. Bucky only stopped when he felt himself cumming, thrusting painfully deep into you to make sure his cum filled you up nice and good. 

“That’s it baby, you feel that, feel daddy’s cum filling you up, feel daddy’s cum giving you a baby.” Bucky moaned, emptying himself into you and not giving you a chance to catch your breath before he was thrusting in you again. 

Bucky was like a wild animal, he couldn’t count how many times he had cum inside you, unable to think of anything but filling you up. He held you down but eventually he didn’t need to, you were bruised and exhausted, completely and utterly drained, unable to do anything but lay there and take what Bucky gave you. 

Bucky was intoxicated, he had waited so long for this and every painstaking second was worth it. 

He looked at you now, your stomach was beautifully swollen, he was impressed with himself, his cum had filled you up so much, filled you to the point that your stomach had grown, showing him what he had wanted to see for so long. 

He hated to pull out of you, knowing that some of his cum would leak out of you. He knew he didn’t have much longer though, knew he’d gotten lucky with having this long with you. He also knew it wouldn’t be the last time he filled you up, he’d only had one time with you but he knew he was addicted now. 

There was no going back. 

“Fuck doll, so good for me.” Bucky praised as he slowly pulled out of you, watching as his cum poured out of your stretched pussy. “Look at you, so fucking fat, so filled with my cum, filled with my baby.”

You somehow managed to pry your eyes open and looked down at your stomach, feeling sick  as you saw how swollen your stomach was, knowing that it was Bucky’s cum that had done it to you. 

Bucky dipped his head down, kissing your swollen stomach and as much as you wanted to move away you couldn’t make your body move, instead only able to lay where you were with silent tears sliding down your face. 

Bucky eventually managed to pull himself away from you, only when he heard the front door open, giving one last kiss to your stomach before he forced himself to leave, leaving you frozen on the bed, not able to stand and clean yourself, not able to do anything but cry wondering what had happened to the man who you thought would never hurt you. 

[stuckysbike]

Howl.

A/n: please forgive me it’s been a long long time since I’ve written anything, much less posted. All mistakes are my own.

Werewolf AU

Werewolf!Bucky x Werewolf!Reader

Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Reader (for now).

Warnings: werewolf Bucky, werewolf Steve, werewolf Nat, dark themes. Mature, 18+. Exes to lovers (hopefully).

Please tell me what you think good bad or indifferent, I know it’s short, written on my phone.

Howl.

The lights above the bar flickered slightly but stayed on despite the lashing sheets of rain.

Your heart raced, anticipation curling in your gut, mixing with anxiety and fear. A massive dose of fear.

It had been a long time since you had been here, and part of you wondered if you would be welcome.

This was your only option left and it was a big risk. It might fail, but what choice did you have. This was your last play. Your last roll of the dice.

“Stop being dramatic,” you sighed to yourself as you got out of your car, but the Omega wolf inside you just wanted to run and hide and sob.

It hadn’t changed much inside, and you headed to the bar, easing into a stool and trying to glance around without being obvious.

You didn’t recognise the barman but you ordered a beer and tried to blend in. Physically you did, dark clothes, leather jacket, you even had a favourite faded band t-shirt on.

Mentally you were howling in agony. You were terrified and wanted nothing more than to run and hide and beg and plead for help.

You couldn’t do that.

You were halfway down the bottle when you spotted him. Your step-father. He hadn’t noticed you yet but the sighed of him made you nauseous. You almost left, but you strengthened your resolve.

You sat listening to a few songs and trying to gauge who you knew when the door opened and in walked Bucky Barnes with his arm around a woman, Steve Rogers close on his heels as usual.

Your heart sank, of course he’d moved on, but to your surprise they bypassed your stepdad without a backwards glance and moved to the booth at the back where they could see the whole bar.

That was interesting. Your step-dad clearly wasn’t the Alpha in charge any longer.

Eventually a few more joined them and you ordered another drink. You were playing with a beer man when someone slid onto the stool next to you.

“Bucky wants to know why you’re suddenly shy,” a low sultry voice asked. You startled, it was the redhead he’d had his arm around.

You glanced towards him and he was watching you, his eyes fixed on you, pinning you to the spot. Steve was too, and he leaned over to whisper to Bucky. Bucky nodded and took a sip of his beer.

“I didn’t think he’d remember me,” you glanced her way. “Didn’t think I was allowed back.”

“Things have changed,” she reached for your beer and took a drink. Her arm was tattooed, she was an Alpha you realised. Alpha females were rare.

“I didn’t know,” you admitted looking back at the beer mat.

“So if you didn’t think you’d be welcome here what brings you back?” The woman asked. The barman set a drink down in front of her and she shot him a wink.

“I need his help,” you said as you nodded towards Bucky and Steve. “Bucky’s help.”

“Go ask for it then,” she nudged you.

“It’s not that simple,” you said. You could feel bile rise in your throat again. The music got louder as blood rushed in your ears.

“You need money, a place to stay?” She said as she took the beer man from your hands and tossed it between her finger and thumb.

“Someone has kidnapped my son, and I need him back.”

That got her attention and she dropped the beer mat, she looked at you then towards the raised platform you always thought of as the throne.

“What makes you think Bucky will help?” She asked, her voice more curious than ever.

“Because Bucky is the boys father,” you said as you turned to look her in the eye.

Inside your wolf howled in terrified agony.

[sstan-hoe]

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-> s.stan masterlist

Bucky Barnes

𝖧𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗒 𝖡𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗁𝖽𝖺𝗒 ☆ - Today's your birthday and your handsome husband invited his best friend over to gift you a special present.

-> husbands!best friend!bucky | one-shot | smut | ft. andy barber

𝖨'𝗆 𝖭𝗈𝗍 𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌 𝖠𝗇𝗒𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 ☆ - Bucky and you had a secret relationship that ended months ago, but there was an unspoken tension between you.

-> brothers best friend!bucky | one-shot | smut

Gift for You

-> normal!bucky | drabble | fluff | valentine's day event

Wine and Take Out

-> mob!bucky | drabble | fluff | valentine's day event

Take My Breath Away ☆ - it's your wedding day, you are marrying the man you love...or are you? he says he loves you, so why is he letting you marry the man he claims is not right for you?

-> stepdad!bucky | one-shot | smut | angst | fluff | moodboard

Angel to Love for Eternity - you're his angel and he will love you for eternity, he does everything for you...it's time to return the favour.

-> vampire!bucky | one-shot | smut | event

The Storm He Calms – with a hot-headed wife like you, Bucky's life was never boring. Add to that, his daughter. Seven years, cute as a button with the temper of her mother.

-> teacher!bucky | one-shot | fluff | smut | moodboard

Steve Kemp

𝖲𝗍𝗈𝖼𝗄𝗁𝗈𝗅𝗆 𝖲𝗒𝗇𝖽𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝖲𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝖤𝖿𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗌 ☆ - steve gives you stockholm syndrome and well let's just say; you gotta make sure you're his only one....

-> steve kemp | one-shot | smut | dark

Nick Fowler

𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖱𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝖢𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖼 ☆ - nick promised you'd go shopping after you had to punish him for missing yet another date of yours and in a certain store he can't control himself anymore.

-> mob!nick | one-shot | smut | fluff

-> c.evans masterlist

Andy Barber

𝖧𝖾 𝖲𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝖫𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖧𝖾𝗋 ☆ - he is defending a girl who is charged for murder on three man; she is a criminal, and he is her lawyer who can’t stay away from her knowing what she is.

-> criminal!reader | one-shot | dark

𝖯𝖺𝗒 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝖡𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗂𝗌𝗇'𝗍 ☆ - you catch Laurie cheating on her husband, but what she didn't realize is that payback is indeed a bitch.

-> normal!andy | one-shot | smut

𝖲𝖾𝗑 𝖮𝗇 𝖫𝖾𝗀𝗌 - Andy and you fuck and almost get caught

-> boyfriends dad!andy | drabble | smut

𝖧𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗒 𝖡𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗁𝖽𝖺𝗒 ☆ – today's your birthday and your handsome husband invited his best friend over to gift you a special present

-> husband!andy | one-shot | smut | fluff | ft. bucky barnes

New Louboutins – Andy bought you new shoes and you love them, you wear them everywhere at any chance you get. The only downside is that after a little while they get uncomfortable…

-> husband!andy | one-shot | smut | fluff

Lloyd Hansen

𝖲𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗋 𝖭𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖢𝗂𝗍𝗒 ☆ - he loved you that night, you didn’t want that night to end but it had to after all he was your mission and you had to finish it…right?

-> normal!lloyd | one-shot | fluff | smut

𝖤𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖲𝗎𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖾 ☆ - you get into a fight with Lloyd because once again he got too overprotective/jealous which ends up in you ignoring him, but he try everything, and I mean everything to get you to talk to him — Aramis the Cat (moodboard)

-> sofft!lloyd | one-shot | fluff | smut

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖳𝗋𝗂𝗉 - you have to go on a work trip and leave Lloyd alone with your cat; Aramis

-> soft!lloyd | drabble | fluff

𝖨𝗍'𝗌 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖬𝖾 𝖥𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 - lloyd comforting you and some other stuff

-> soft!lloyd | one-shot | angst

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖧𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖧𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖮𝗇 𝖬𝖾 - Lloyd also has a gentle side and only if the reader is near him. Lloyd wants to kill/hurr a man in front of a child. The reader tells him that he should not do it - and what the reader says is law.

-> sub!lloyd | one-shot | smut | darkish-fluff

𝖫𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖲𝗅𝗎𝗍 ☆ - you hate him, he hates you, maybe you don't, you fuck each other for money

-> pornstar!lloyd | drabble | smut

𝖬𝗒 𝖡𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖣𝖺𝖽 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖮𝗇𝖾 ☆ - a short little drabble on your secret relationship with your bestfriends dad or more like daddy ;)

-> best friends dad!lloyd | one-shot | fluff | smut

Ransom Drysdale

𝖡𝗂𝗀 𝖮𝗅𝖾' 𝖲𝗈𝖿𝗍𝗂𝖾 - Ransom can get really soft when he didn’t see Y/N for days 【♥︎】

-> normal!ransom | drabble | fluff

𝖬𝗒 𝖣𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝖡𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝖱𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗈𝗆 - You loved Ransom and would do anything to keep him, but he didn’t love you as much however sooner or later he will find his way back...

-> normal!ransom | one-shot | dark | event

Ari Levinson

𝖦𝗋𝗈𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝖲𝗁𝗈𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 ☆ - You and Ari are at the grocery store getting your weekly things. You hear a group of girls staring at Ari and whispering as he walks down the islands

-> normal!ari | drabble | fluff

𝖯𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗎𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗍𝗁

-> normal!ari | drabble | smut

Steve Rogers

Give You A Ride – you had your eyes on him for a long time...finally something happens but you have to follow one rule; the cowboy rule...

-> cowboy!steve | one-shot | smut | little fluff

[imyourbratzdoll]

𝒂𝒑𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒆

week 5 - day 19 - kinktober - voyeurism, degradation, praising, daddy kink, sharing kink, cuckolding, fingerfucking, group sex, facefucking, overstimulation, spanking, breeding kink, dirty talk, oral sex, hair pulling, deep throating, cock and ball worship, cum eating, aftercare, teasing, spit kink, semi-public sex, begging, and exhibitionism. - stepdad steve rogers, step-uncle bucky barnes, stepbrother jake jensen, his best friend johnny storm, neighbours ari levinson, andy barber, and their brothers curtis everett and frank adler.

warning - voyeurism, degradation, praising, daddy kink, sharing kink, cuckolding, fingerfucking, group sex, facefucking, overstimulation, spanking, breeding kink, dirty talk, oral sex, hair pulling, deep throating, cock and ball worship, cum eating, aftercare, teasing, spit kink, semi-public sex, begging, and exhibitionism.

kinktober masterlist - part 1

18+ only please, the gifs and headers aren't mine.

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I skip down the stairs in the swimsuit my Uncle Bucky got me, loving the feel and the tiny little roses decorating the material. I follow the sounds of where everyone is and exit to the backyard. A booming smile graces my face as my eyes land on all eight men. “Daddy! Look at what Uncle Bucky got me!” I jog over, not noticing how their eyes focus on my bouncing plump breasts. When I get close, I jump in my stepdad’s arms, wrapping my tiny legs around his broad form.

Steve’s eyes trail down, his pants tightening as my cunt sits directly against his bulge. “Well, don’t you look pretty, bunny. Bucky picked good.” His eyes connect with his friend’s, and he nods in acknowledgment. “Why don’t you show our guests how pretty you look, bunny.” Steve regretfully puts me down as I beam at him and turn to show our neighbours my new outfit.

“Don’t I look pretty? Daddy says I do!” I giggle, twirling as I show them my swimsuit, their eyes trailing down my small body as their pants tighten. Ari leans back, clearing his throat as his cock strains against his trunks.

“Your daddy is right, Princess. You look so pretty.” He beckons me over, and I squeal as he pulls me down onto his lap. My core brushes against his bulge, causing a soft moan to fall from my lips. “Doesn’t she look pretty, guys?” He looks over to Andy, Curtis and Frank. The sounds of them agreeing causes my face to flush, cheeks becoming a rosy pink as I hide my face into Ari’s chest. “Aww, we’re embarrassing the little princess. Don’t you like when we praise you?” His hand comes up, tilting my head back to make me look at him as he raises a brow. 

“I like it, Mr Levinson! Thank you for the compliment!” I giggle, kissing his cheek, not noticing how I gently rock my core against the giant bulge in his pants. I look down, my brows furrowed. “Mr Levinson, what’s in your shorts?” My eyes are wide as I look back up. Ari holds back a groan at my question. 

“It’s a present for you, Princess.” My face lights up, hands reach down to grab my present but stopping as he grabs my wrist. “Nah, uh, you can’t have it just yet. Your daddy said you have to wait.” 

My brows furrow before turning my head to look at my stepdad, lips pouting as frustration spreads through me. “Please, daddy! I’ve been good, can I please have my present?!” 

All the men groan at my question, some reaching down to squeeze their stiff cocks. Steve walks forward. His hand comes up and grips my chin as he leans forward. His minty breath causes my cunt to throb, “are you sure about being a good girl, bunny? You got on another man's lap straight away without my permission.” His brows furrow as he pretends to think. “I don’t think you deserve your present, bunny.”

Tears prick my eyes as I stare up at him, “please, daddy! Please let me have my present! Please, I–I’ll be so good!” I continue to babble as a small cry escapes my lips. My hips begin to move as whines leave me, “please! I want my present!” A yank of my hair causes my head to be thrown back and a yelp to come out.

“Stop being a little fucking brat. You’re such a fucking whore, bunny. You want your present so bad? Fine.” He looks at Ari and nods, a dark glint in their eyes. A squeal leaves my lips as I’m suddenly moved, my hips lifting until my clothed core is directly in front of Ari’s face. “How does she look?” 

Ari groans. His hand comes up and rubs me through my bikini bottoms. My mouth hangs open as I moan. “You like this, Princess? You like when older men touch your princess parts?” His piercing blue eyes connect with mine from beneath me. My cunt pulsates at his words, enjoying the attention from his words and the looks of the men around us. 

I nod, whimpering as his thick fingers rub my swollen button. My eyes roll into the back of my head as Ari’s tongue flicks against my little clit. “D–Daddy, feels good!” Steve strokes my cheek. My half-lidded eyes stare up at him. A soft whimper leaves my lips as Ari pokes my entrance with his thick fingers. 

“I’m glad, bunny. Wanna open up for Daddy? I wanna fill your pretty little mouth with my cream.” The sight of his thick member causes my walls to tighten around Ari’s fingers. I open my mouth wide, moaning when his throbbing length slides inside, wrapping my lips around the base as I begin to suck on it like a lollipop. “That’s a good girl, Ari. Hurry up and get inside her.” 

I squeal around my stepdad’s cock as Ari thrusts deep inside my tight cunt, their groans making my insides feel funny. “What a good princess, letting me experience your cute little cunt.” Both men begin to thrust in and out of my holes, enjoying the feel of me. My small hand comes up and starts to tug on Steve’s balls, loving how heavy they are, full of his special cream. The sound of skin slapping fills the backyard, Ari’s thick member sliding in and out of my small slick hole as Steve thrusts deep into my throat, causing me to gag.

The men around us are either tugging on their hard, throbbing cocks or watching intently. 

“Fucking hell, bunny. Being so good for us.” Steve groans, his eyes were rolling to the back of his head as he feels his balls tighten. “You want my cream? Gonna be a good girl and swallow it all?” I suck harder at the thought of him filling my mouth with his delicious cream. My hands continue to massage his balls as his hips stutter, balls tightening, and his warm cum fills my mouth. Causing my eyes to roll to the back of my head as his taste explodes on my tastebuds. 

Once I’ve sucked Steve clean, he pulls out of my mouth with a pop. I let out a pleased moan as I swallowed all of him, never tiring from his taste. A squeal leaves my lips as I feel Ari thrust deep inside me. My walls clench tightly around him as he continues to hit my sweet spot. I make grabby hands toward my stepdad, looking up at him with doe-eyes, and a dazed smile graces my face as his hands slip into mine.

My eyes begin to cross as Ari’s thrusts go harder and faster, his grunts filling the backyard. His long hair sticks to him as sweat gathers around his god-like body, I look at him, and the sight causes my back to arch as I cum around his thick member. “Mr Levinson! Feels so good, please!” The older man above groans, his lust-filled eyes focused on my fucked out face as his hips begin to stutter and his balls tighten. With one last thrust, he groans, and his warm cum spurts out of his swollen cockhead deep inside my cunt. 

I whine as I’m lifted before a sigh leaves my lips as I’m laid on the wooden table, my eyes closed as exhaustion sets in my bones. I huff leaves my lips as a hand starts to stroke my hair, “Don’t worry, doll. We’re gonna take good care of you.” The sound of Bucky’s voice soothes me. 

My eyes stay closed as I’m lifted again. Bucky’s cold metal arm against my warm flesh feels nice, and my head rests against his shoulder. “Where we going, Uncle Bucky?” I can feel him lie me down on top of someone causing my brows to furrow before I slowly open my eyes, blinking away the blurriness. Curtis gives me a dark smile as he strokes my hair out of my face. 

“Hi, Kitten.” 

Bucky walks around, making me look up, our eyes connecting. A hand behind me comes around, untying my bikini and slipping my bikini bottoms off. I turn my head and notice Andy smiling at me. 

“Don’t worry, doll. We’re just going to play with you. Be a good girl for us, and we might spoil you later.” I nod, my brain becoming fuzzy with anticipation. The men begin to get into position. Steve and Ari sit off to the side with a cold beer in their grasp, eyes intently watching the scene unfold.

Bucky stands in front of me, his throbbing member in his hand, slowly jerking himself off as he waits. Jake, Johnny and Frank stand on either side of my awaiting body with their hands pumping their thick cocks. Andy lifts me, allowing Curtis to take himself out of his shorts before placing my legs on either side of him. My dripping cunt rests atop his mushroom tip as Andy slowly pulls his trunks down and lines his cock with my entrance. 

Soft whimpers escape my lips as I sink down onto Curtis’s cock. My eyes roll to the back of my head as Andy pushes in alongside him. I gasp as I’m pulled down, and Bucky shoves his throbbing member into my mouth. Vibrations are sent through his thick base when Andy strikes. A slap fills the yard as his hand slams down onto my plump cheeks. 

“Aww, Honey. You feel so fucking good, so tight, even though your being passed around like some cheap whore.” Andy’s voice sends chills throughout my body. His thrusts alongside Curtis’s cause my mind to go dumb, eyes crossing as I suck hard on my Uncle Bucky’s cock. Loving the feel of his flesh on my tongue, I try to babble as someone grabs my hands and places them onto their cocks. Wrapping their larger ones around mine as they use me to jerk them off. 

“You should’ve seen her take Jake and me as she fell asleep. She was such a good little slut, the way she tightened around us– FUCK.” Johnny groans, feeling his end approaching too soon as he pictures the week before. He grunts as his cum shoots out of him and covers my used body. His eyes cross before he shakes his head, looking down at the masterpiece before walking over to where Steve and Ari sit, deciding to watch the show.

Jake chuckles, and soft moans fall from his lips as he feels my grip tighten around his base. “Poor, Johnny finished too soon. You like the effect you have on us, Bunny Baby? Like bringing all of us to our knees?” He grunts, hips thrust into my hand as he watches the other three men destroy my insides. The sight of me being used, covered in his best friend’s cum causes his balls to tighten as his breath hitches. “Fuck! Fuck! Shit, I’m fucking cumming!” White shoots out of him, mixing in with Johnny’s before he sags, growling when he hears his best friend laughing in the background. Jake leans down, scooping up the cum before moving next to Bucky.

His fingers slither in beside Bucky’s cock, letting the taste of his and Johnny’s cum mix with the musk of Bucky’s cock. Jake’s cock twitches when a moan falls from your lips at the taste before he walks over to join the others. 

Frank moves to stand next to Bucky, his throbbing member in his grasp as Bucky hooks his thumb in my mouth. Opening it up for the other man, my cunt pulsates around Curtis and Andy’s cocks, causing them to groan at the tightness. Every pair of eyes are focused on my body, watching as Frank slides his cock in alongside Buckys.

The four men begin to pick up their pace, their hands gripping my small form as they take turns thrusting into my holes. When one pulls out, the other thrusts in. From the corner of my blurry eyes, I see Johnny bringing my bikini bottoms to his face. His eyes roll back as he sniffs them, a smirk gracing his face as our eyes connect before he places a long, wet lick along the material.

Bucky’s hand strikes, slapping my ass as he growls. “Eyes on us, doll. Stop being an attention whore.” 

Frank groans and a dark chuckle leaves his lips. “He’s right, sweetheart. You should be worshipping us.” He grabs my hands, directing them to their heavy sacks. Grunting when I begin to tug, hallowing my cheeks as I suck. Feeling my core tighten as I’m about to cum, my eyes watering as both older men hit my special spot.

“Aww, our little kitten is gonna cum. Go on, baby. Milk our cocks.” As the words leave Curtis’s lips, my vision goes white, juices squirting out and covering the two. They groan as they feel my juices drip down to their balls. Their thrusts pick up, holding me down as I feel how sensitive my little cunt is. “You're not going anywhere, kitten. We’re going to fill you up, and you'll take it like the good little whore you are.” As he says this, Curtis feels his balls tightening and his cock twitches before he lets out a loud groan, releasing his cum deep inside my womb. 

He slips out, and Andy quickly thrusts in, stopping the cum from leaking out, his hands gripping tight on my hips before his hips stutter, burying himself deep inside my cunt and cumming.

Andy groans before pulling out. His hands stroke and massage my back as I focus on sucking and jerking Bucky and Frank off. My doe-eyes stare up at them, tugging on their balls as I moan around them. Loving the way they shudder from my touch, I take Bucky’s cock into my mouth, and my tiny hands wrap around Frank’s base. 

I suck hard, bobbing my head up and down as I become desperate for his cream. My tongue swirls around his swollen head, flicking the slit as I watch his hip jerk. Bucky’s hands rest on the back of my head, pushing me down and causing me to gag. “There you go, doll. Ready for my cream?” I nod, tears brimming my eyes as I choke on his cock. A happy sound escapes me when his cream fills my mouth, lapping it up until he’s completely clean. 

As Bucky pulls out, I turn my attention to Frank and attach my lips to his cock. Devouring the monstrous cock, sucking hard and fast, my hand that’s wrapped around it begins to twist as I bob up and down. His grunts fill the air as his hips stutter, balls tightening before he cums deep into my mouth. All men watch as I happily swallow everything, pulling away with a happy, fucked out smile. 

Steve stands and walks over before picking me up and holding me against his chest. Going back to his chair and sitting down, his hand comes up and strokes my wet hair out of my face. “What do you say, bunny?” He tilts my head up, squeezing my cheeks until my mouth opens and then spits directly inside, his cock twitching as I lazily swallow.

Resting my head back on Steve’s chest, I tiredly look up at him. “Thank you, daddy.” He smiles, slowly cleaning me up and taking care of me, feeling pride bloom in his chest at my manners.

My head tiredly turns, “thank you, uncle Bucky.” 

“Thank you, Jakey.” Jake softly smiles.

“Thank you, Johnny.” Johnny continues to play with the bikini bottoms.

“Thank you, Mr Levinson.” Ari nods, lifting the beer to his lips as he takes a sip.

“Thank you, Mr Barber.” Andy softly strokes my arm.

“Thank you, Mr Everett.” Curtis palms his slowly hardening cock.

“And thank you, Mr Adler.” Frank smiles.

I slowly turn my head back to Steve. “Can I sleep now, Daddy?” 

“Of course, you can, Bunny.” He looks around at the others with a dark look. 

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Silver Lining 6

Warnings: non/dubcon, speech impediment, bullying and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: silverfox!Bucky Barnes

Summary: You have an unpleasant encounter with an older man.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

You yawn as you look into the barren depths of your cup. Bucky sits up and rolls his shoulders, a dimple in his cheek. He looks you over as you furrow your brow curiously; do you have something on your face?

“W-what?” You bat your lashes.

“Should've got ya something with caffeine,” he says.

“Oh… little l-late,” you look over as the baristas wipe the counters. It's almost closing time, “s-s-speaking of-f.”

“Mm, yeah, I suppose,” he slides over his stapled papers, “you got all my notes. When I get back, we'll figure out the final draft and get the mic going.”

“S-sounds g-good,” you stutter and swallow another yawn. When you're tired, you can barely speak straight. “I sh-should head ou-out.”

You chomp down as yet another yawn rolls up your throat and your eyes nearly roll back. You smile as best you can and stand, grabbing your bag to pack up. He gets to his feet and pulls on his jacket.

“I'll give you a ride,” he offers.

“No, n-no, it's o-okay–”

“You shouldn't walk,” he looks outside as the night contrasts the white ground, snow still piling high.

“J-just as bad d-driving,” you comment.

“I got snow tires,” he insists, “really, I'd… I'd feel bad if you walked.”

“Y-you would?” You snort.

He gives you a look. That look. The one that warns caution. You put your hands up defenselessly.

“Fine, I-I'll let y-you drive m-me,” you surrender. “B-b-but you should know, I'm n-not that h-ho-hopeless.”

“Never said you were,” he pulls a beanie over his gray hair, “not a big fan of the cold myself.”

“Yeah, i-it probably m-makes your b-bones hurt,” you slide your arms into your coat.

“You making fun of me?” He scowls.

“No-o, I just… my st-stepdad always says–”

“It's fine. It does,” he sniffs, “cracked a few ribs playing ball in college. They never heal right.”

“Ouch,” you hook your bag on your shoulder.

“You got a curfew?” He checks his watch.

“Wh-what? I-I'm thirty,” you exclaim.

He chuckles. That takes you off guard.

“I know, I'm not too old to make jokes too.”

“Y-yeah, I w-wasn't–”

“Relax, it's fine. Better go before we're snowed in,” he leads you to the door, thanking the staff as he opens the door and waits for you to go ahead of him.

Well, there might blizzard brewing outside but he seems to be thawing.

🩶

You get home to a quiet house. Your sister, Kira, hushes you as you come upstairs, her children already asleep. She has a clay mask on as she hogs the bathroom going through her nightly routine. You dip into your room and hide.

You didn't expect them to wait up for you. That's ridiculous, but no one even asked about the job. It must be the excitement of a full house. Your sister does everything right so of course they'd want to focus on her. Maybe tomorrow.

You get in your pajamas and settle into bed. It’s hard to still your mind and the jittery energy still swirling inside of you. You put on a lofi video and let it play as you close your eyes. You have the weekend to make the last tweaks and you’ll finally be onto the next step. You hope.

You spend Saturday penned up in your room, hunched over at your desk as you go through the notes from your meeting. As the clock ticks close to noon, your phone vibes, drawing you back to the land of the living. You rub your eye sockets and groan. You need to eat.

You check your phone; you have a message. You flick your thumb up and blink at the text. It’s Bucky. You still haven’t saved him as a contact, recognising him only by the last four digits of his number.

‘Quick pitstop. Forgot to ask last night. How can I pay you?’

You chew your thumb as you think. That’s the awkward part. Even though you’re doing work, it’s still a bit strange. It isn’t like a company where the money just pops into your account on schedule. 

‘I can give details when you get back. Hate to add stress to your trip.’

You hit send and sit back, stretching your neck. Your phone buzzes again. You don’t expect a quick response.

‘Asking now. Will be heading into no reception. Wanted to pay you for scriptwork. Will pay rest after recording.’

Your stomach knots. You’re trying to be polite but you can’t deny that you could use the money. With Christmas tiptoeing closer, you should really get on gift shopping.

‘Right. I have Venmo.’

You tap the arrow and wait. He doesn’t answer right away. When he answers, it’s just the thinking emoji, followed by another text.

‘I’ll figure that out. Do I need your email or something?’

You sweep away the chat and tap into your app. You copy your payment code and paste it into the chat. You follow it with a quick message; ‘should prompt you how. If you need to wait, it’s fine.’

Thumbs up. That’s it. You accept that. To be fair, from him, it’s an improvement. It seems you’ve found a tenuous truce with him. You’ll take that if it means you’re not scooping into your savings.

You can hear your sister and mother gabbing as you leave your room. You stop at the top of the stairs and brace yourself. Things didn’t exactly leave off on the best terms.

You descend and sneak past the dining room where they sit and sort through your mother’s vast Christmas card collection. You’re careful not to draw any attention as you enter the kitchen and quietly pop a pod into the keurig and set your mug on the tray.

Your coffee brews with a grind, giving away your endeavour. You don’t look back as you hear the scuff of slippers. Kira enters and clinks her empty cup down on the counter not far from you. She couldn’t wait until you finished.

“So, how was your job? A bit late to be rushing off to work.”

“It’s f=freelance,” you say. “It’s g-g-good.”

She scoffs, “ah, well, that’s great. You can get out of mom and dad’s hair soon enough.”

“Y-yeah,” you agree, cheeks scalding with embarrassment, “w-working on i-it.”

“Oh, I’m sure. You know, Catherine called me the other day…” she mentions your previous coworker, her friend from college, “guess she got a promotion.”

You nod. She’s goading you. What does she expect you to say? Does she expect you to apologise for leaving a bad situation?

You take your cup of coffee and sidle away. She chuckles, the way she always does when you don’t feed into her drama. Her mug hits the tray heavily.

“I’ll tell her you say hi,” she preens.

You keep going without an answer. You yawn as you come upstairs and hear whispers ahead of you. You rush forward, sloshing hot coffee onto your hand as you approach your open door. Why didn’t you close it?”

As you get to the threshold, there’s a sudden clatter and you gasp. Jamie sits in your desk chair as your laptop lays face down on the floor. Casey is underneath the desk tugging on the power cord. You shriek and sloppily slam the mug onto the shelf mounted just beside the door.

“W-w-w-what are you d-d-doing?” Your emotion overwhelms your voice, “how–”

You hear footsteps rush up the stairs and Kira hisses as she marches down the hall, “shhh, my kids are sleeping.”

“No, th-they aren’t,” you hurry forward and take Jamie out of the chair. As you shoo Casey, your sister enters your room.

“Don’t hurt him,” she demands.

“Wh-what? I w-wouldnt–”

“Don’t touch my kids,” she comes forward and scoops up Casey then takes Jamie’s hand, “they’re just curious.”

You bend down to pick up your laptop. You turn it over and find lines streaked up in a spectrum. Smashed. Broken. Demolished.

“They b-broke it,” you whimper.

“Ugh, whatever,” she hauls her kids back to the door, “it’s just a computer.”

You stare at the ruins and shake your head at her back. What are you going to do?

[sunshinebuckybarnes]

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Your filthy heart by @sweeterthanthis

Stepdad!Bucky x 18+F!Reader

Steve Rogers ✨

(She moves with) shameless wonder by @ussgallifrey

Steve Rogers x Female Reader

Waiting for this by @musingsinmoonlight

Alpha Steve Rogers x omega female reader

A good 'bad idea' by @late-to-the-party-81

MeanDom!Steve x Bratty! SHIELD Admin Reader

Lloyd Hansen ✨

Sad girl by @onsunnyside

dark!bodyguard!Lloyd Hansen x reader

Have a taste by @navybrat817

Lloyd Hansen x female reader

Ari Levinson ✨

Biker!Ari by @angrythingstarlight

Biker!Ari x Reader

Room with a view by @biteofcherry

dark!Ari Levinson x female reader

Hold on by @maladaptivexxdaydreaming

boyfriend!Ari Levinson x reader

Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers ✨

Love's eternal kiss by @jobean12-blog

Stucky x reader

Steve Harrington ✨

Waiting for a girl like you by @traitorjoelite

steve harrington x fem!reader

Eddie Munson ✨

Dirty little secret by @jobean12-blog

Eddie Munson x reader

Roll play by @jobean12-blog

Eddie Munson x reader

Take it slow by @munsonquinns

Eddie Munson x fem reader

Andy Barber ✨

Keep the change by @navybrat817

Sugar daddy!Andy barber x female reader

Silence in the library by @angrythingstarlight

Dark!Professor Andy Barber x reader