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Chapter 8b: Last Night

From: You Catch More Bees With Honey Series

Pairing: Mob! Bucky x Farmer! Reader

Summary: It’s Bucky’s last night on your farm

Word count: 2,645

Content/warnings: MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY, SMUT, p in v protected sex, crying during sex (well technically after), dry humping, vaginal fingering, sweet soft intimacy, kissing

Author’s Note: This could probably be read as a stand-alone, but I’ll catch you up in case you feel confused. Bucky made a business deal to work on your farm for a month. This is the last afternoon/night of that after spending all that time side-by-side. If you’re interested in the series, you can catch up with the link below or check out the rest of the Outta Nowhere AU

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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On the final Saturday that Bucky was at the farm, the two of you practically stayed pressed together. It’s not as if you were unproductive, but you were glued at the hip, never leaving the office for too long without the other under the guise of tying up loose business ends before his departure. You knew once he was gone, he’d have to take all his burdens back off Steve, leaving him swamped with work, unable to pay you any more attention than he did his other associates.

With your efficiency and his inability to say no to you, all ‘work’ had been completed before noon. Sure, you could’ve dragged it out, but then you wouldn’t have had time to just enjoy each other’s presence like you had gotten used to. Before that could happen, though, you presented him with one last task.

Bucky sat on your oversized desk chair with you in between his legs. His chin was tucked over your shoulder as he rubbed up and down your thigh with his ringed hand. The cool metal gave you goosebumps on your bare skin, the nice weather allowing you to wear shorts and the lack of physical labor giving Bucky the opportunity to don his jewelry once again. You ignored the way your body shuddered at his touch, instead looking back at him over your shoulder with a smirk.

“Okay, cowboy. I think we’ve got your first few months of shipments all planned, so now onto my last order of business.”

He cocked his head to look at you with an amused, but tentative smile. “And what might that be?”

“Pull out a pen.” You stood up and shuffled the papers on your desk, looking for a blank one and setting it in front of him. You took a seat on the other side, not missing his slight pout and confusion as to why you moved so far and what was going on.

“Now that we’ve reached the end of the month, I want to assess what you’ve learned. I’m gonna shoot questions at you, and you write your answer so we can determine whether or not you actually took in information or just followed me around and mooched off my free meals.”

Bucky laughed when you shot him a wink and happily obliged you, a sparkle in his eyes, admiring the way you were demanding something of him with a sweet smile on your face, just like the first time you met. He gave a slight nod, pen at the ready. “Alright, sweet Honeybee. Hit me with it.”

You crossed your arms and legs, watching him as you rattled everything off you could think of, from super obvious things, like which animal lays eggs, to asking nearly impossible things, like the brand of feed given to the dairy cows. Bucky’s reactions to each question were a treat, some causing him to light up with knowledge, others making him roll his eyes at your specificity.

“Last question. This one’s worth a thousand points. Write something you think will impress me. Something out of the blue, whatever’s on your mind. Anything at all.”

Bucky sat there for a moment, tapping the cap of the pen against his bottom lip in thought. You watched his playful features morph into something serious, something soft, as he scribbled one line at the bottom of the paper.

‘I wish I could stay here longer.’

You leaned forward so could read his paper upside down, scanning the answers, each one surprisingly correct. Not a single one was off and he even put more information than you’d asked for on some of them. You were not only amazed with the way he indulged your ridiculous request, but with how this whole time, he had actually been listening and watching, holding onto every word and fulfilling his side of the deal.

As you looked up from the paper and into his eyes, you could feel the warmth through his gaze even that far apart. You stood up again and Bucky did the same, coming around to meet you. It was as if your bodies were magnetic, drawing you towards each other until his one hand was on your cheek, the other wrapped around your waist as yours perched on his hips.

His eyes shifted between yours and he closed his eyes, drawing his forehead against yours before he spoke against your lips. “I’m serious. I love every moment with you. And I’m sorry it’ll have to end.”

You swallowed and let your eyes flutter closed as you leaned into his touch and nodded. “I know. But I get that you have work to do and it was already a lot for me to request you being here for so long. But just…for right now, be with me. Enjoy what little time is left of this with me. Please.” It came out as a whisper, a plea for him to remain present while he still could. You opened your eyes and looked up through your lashes to see him searching for your gaze.

He whispered back, “You don’t have to ask me twice. Say the word and it’s yours. I’m yours. And I’ll be right there if you ever need anything. Whatever you want, Honey. And right now, I’m here with you. I only want to be… with you.”

Your eyes closed again and you nestled into his chest in satisfaction at the depth of his words. You knew he was saying he would be present, but it meant so much more. For him to make a promise like that, extending beyond just business, made you feel supported, protected, embraced.

He pulled you closer if that was even possible and pressed his lips to your hairline, then using his hand against your cheek, he pulled your head so you were both leaning back enough that your gazes met before he smashed his lips against yours. It was with purpose and a new sort of urgency that you hadn’t really experienced in the slower kisses and pecks you had shared. You began to walk backwards and Bucky followed, lips attached to yours in a near-lock as your tongues danced, not unlike your feet, performing similarly to the two-step you had taught him weeks before. Your hands slid up a down his chest and began to pop open the buttons of his flannel shirt as his ran under yours, feeling the softness of your belly and tracing upwards, raising the hem of your shirt as his callused fingertips sent a thrill through you.

The two of you removed your clothing piece by piece, discarding them carelessly as you crossed through the living room and waltzed carefully up the steps, grateful Peter was out of the house for the day and helping Curtis with the weekend chores.

Clad only in underwear, you grabbed Bucky’s hand and pulled him towards your room, falling down on the bed as he crawled over you. His lips met yours once again as you widened your legs, allowing his hips to grind on your core. Your gasp at the sensation allowed Bucky’s tongue to explore your mouth, swallowing down each other’s moans and drawing closer and closer. Bucky pulled away for a second to catch his breath, the both of you looking deeply into the other’s eyes and panting.

His fingers traced down your side to play with the hem of your cotton panties, and you nodded, wordlessly giving him the permission he needed to pull them down. Bucky groaned at the sight of the damp fabric as he dragged the material down your legs, kissing back up your body and stoping to lovingly lick and nip at your neck as you whined and writhed for some sort of friction again.

“Jamie, please.”

He smiled and sighed at the way you begged for his touch, not used to being the one in control of anything since he’d been here, and now holding your pleasure in his hands. His fingers reached down to find your clit, dipping towards your entrance first to gather your arousal before making slow, teasing circles on the sensitive button. His soft touch set your body on fire. It had been so long since you’d been this intimate with anyone, all of your focus on the farm, and the exhaustion after a long week, not to mention the hurt from Jake deterring you from the desire for a partner.

“I’m here, I’m with you, Honey. I’ve got you-give you whatever you want. Just wanna make you feel good.”

Sensing your sensitivity and deducing how long it had likely been for you, Bucky slowly slid his middle finger through your slit, his eyes never leaving your face. He didn’t want to miss a single second of the way you nearly crumbled under his touch. Your eyes were half-lidded in pleasure as your body lurched forward at his slow, gentle intrusion, accompanied by a moan. He drank in the view, more gorgeous than he imagined you could be, back bowing at his touch. Bucky added another finger and the sensation of the cool metal against the heat between your legs was almost too much to handle.

Your legs began to shake as he slowly coaxed in a third finger, his thumb gently strumming your clit, deft fingers stretching your entrance. The feeling was overwhelming and pushing you impossibly close to an edge you hadn’t experienced in years at the hands of another.

“Jamie, Jamie it’s so much. So good. I’m so close.” It came out between hiccuping gasps as you tucked your face into his neck, throwing your arms around his muscular back and legs around his waist, pinning his hand between your bodies. You were clinging to him with your whole being as you reached your peak with a keen, pussy clenching his fingers almost painfully, but Bucky didn’t mind. He would’ve let you break his arm to see and feel the way he was wringing pleasure from the distant corners of your body right now. He continued to slowly pump his fingers against your walls, bringing you down from your high.

You would’ve collapsed onto the bed if Bucky hadn’t had a firm arm behind you, holding you to his chest where you had curled into him, as you gasped for air. You were finally able to pull your face away and look into his eyes again, his burning with desire and yours hazy with post-orgasmic bliss.

“Do you, uh, do you have a-“ Bucky’s eager nod cut you off as he pressed another sloppy kiss against your lips before slinking back off the bed and walking towards his bag in the corner of the room.

“I think so. Let me check.” Bucky hadn’t expected anything like this to happen over this month, so he definitely didn’t have a condom prepared. Perhaps his emergency one was still in his wallet, but he honestly wasn’t sure. He was pleasantly surprised to find it easily, rolling it on and coming back on the bed towards you.

As he hovered over you, you ran your hands along the scruff on the sides of his cheeks before pulling him down for another kiss. You could feel the weight of his hard length resting against your lower stomach, reaching down to stroke him gently. Bucky tensed at the sensation with a groan, throwing his head toward your shoulder and taking the opportunity to kiss your neck and down your collarbone before making his plea.

“Ride me, Honey. Need to feel you.”

You bit your lip nodding, complying with his request and moving to sit up as Bucky laid down against your pillows, right next to where you had just been sprawled out. You shuffled on your knees to straddle his hips, grinding down and letting his cock run through your folds, slick in preparation for him. You reached a hand down to perch his tip at your entrance, basking in the groan he let out at the sight. You slowly lowered yourself, the broad tip pushing your walls outward, pressure causing you to sharply gasp when he passed the threshold of your tight hole.

Your thigh muscles strained as you attempted to slowly but steadily lower yourself on his length, hyper aware of the delicious stretch of his thick cock inside you. The two of you sighed in relief as you bottomed out, nails gripping tightly into Bucky’s shoulders. Bucky held your hips as you adjusted to him, careful to not squeeze too hard from every time your tightness choked his dick. He fought the urge to throw his head back against the headboard, wanting to keep his eyes on you and where your bodies were connected. The sight of you splitting yourself open over him nearly made him come on the spot, but he tightened every muscle in his body again, trying to resist the urge. He only had one condom, after all, and he wanted to drag out this feeling for as long as possible.

He could see it on your face and feel your body start to relax as your nails gently scratched over his tattooed chest. You rocked your hips, testing the waters, and dragging a whine from both your lips. Your speed picked up, his hands continuing to guide you, finding a smooth rhythm that pulled moans, grunts, and gasps out of the two of you, until just like before, Bucky could feel you clenching again. He lowered his one hand, thumb finding your clit and rubbing tender circles, leading you both barreling towards a shared peak. Your hips stuttered and wavered with exhaustion, but Bucky continued guiding you with his firm, strong hand.

“C’mon Honey. You can do it. I can feel you’re close. Let go for me, sweet thing. Please. Come with me.” His voice was gruff, dripping with desire.

Your hands ran down the muscles of his torso and squeezed against his abs, nails digging in slightly. You used your last bit of energy to nod your head and urge him to help you along. Bucky planted his feet on the mattress, thrusting in tandem with the grind of your hips. You leaned down for a final kiss, wanting to be ever closer to him. As he gave into the gesture, it felt like everything hit you at once along with your shared orgasm: the sweet, tender moment, the reverence and respect he was treating you with throughout, and the fact that you didn’t know if it would ever happen again or if you’d see him after tomorrow.

Bucky came with a deep, but soft growl beneath you as he stroked your hair after you’d pulled away from his lips and tucked yourself into his neck again. He sat there, letting you cling to him for a second before he felt the unexpected wetness against his shoulder. Tears has started streaming down your face, and when Bucky caught a glimpse, his look was similar. Jaw clenched with water in his eyes.

The next morning, it was time for Bucky to go. The two of you had arranged it so you could have one last drive to the gas station together where you’d be meeting Gio.

Bucky convinced you to let him drive your truck for a final time, and you agreed, easily giving in to his request. He drove with the windows down, radio low on the dash, and one hand on the wheel. The other rested on your thigh while you clutched the arm attached to it against your chest and rested your head on his shoulder. His cheek was pressed against the top of your head. Bucky’s callused thumb made small circles on your skin as the breeze blew through the cab, paired with the warm glow of the early morning light, sun shining on your time together like it always had.

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Bonus A/N: All this writing and this is the first time I’ve done smut for Bucky. I hope you enjoyed, I’d love to hear what you thought from a comment, reblog, or ask!!!

Series Taglist: @mrsnikstan @scuzmunkie @openup-yourmind @vicmc624 @hawkeyes-queen @blackhawkfanatic @morgthemagpie @buckybarnessimpp @calwitch @thesarcasmqueen-22

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I took, SO many pictures, but I got to see the aurora borealis and it was SO PRETTY

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hands dirty

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Silent Transgression — Grizzy x Reader

f!reader, forbidden, secret sex

The air in the house felt heavier than usual. You could hear the distant laughter of your friends down the hall, the buzz of conversation and music filtering softly through the half-closed door. You and Grizzy had been in the kitchen, finishing up some last-minute snack prep. A casual enough setting—bright lights, clean counters, a safe, neutral space. But tension thrummed beneath every polite exchange and careful glance you shared. Your heart pounded with each second you spent alone with him. It was ridiculous how easily he affected you. Maybe it was the way his shirt hugged his shoulders or how his eyes seemed to linger on your face a fraction too long. You’d tried to keep your distance, politely excusing yourself whenever your paths crossed. After all, you were in a relationship now. It was early days, yes, but still new and fragile and… real. You weren’t supposed to want anyone else, not like this. But want him you did. And you’d always wanted him. Back before you finally stopped waiting and started dating someone else. Before Matt, in a spectacular display of poor timing, had let it slip: “You know she used to have a massive crush on you, right?” Matt had said it so casually to Grizzy, after you’d already gotten together with your current partner. Grizzy had gone quiet then, eyes widening slightly, something shifting in his expression that had sent your stomach clenching with regret and longing. That was weeks ago, and now here he was, leaning on the counter across from you, a bottle of water in his hand, watching you with a careful neutrality that felt anything but neutral. You finished wiping down the counter, your nerves fraying. God, you could smell his cologne, warm and subtle, and it made your mind drift to places it shouldn’t.

“You okay?” he asked quietly, voice low enough that only you could hear. Your hand tightened around the cloth you held. You nodded, too quickly. “Yeah, just… a lot going on,” you managed, forcing a small smile. He nodded, though his gaze never left your face. “You seem… off,” he murmured. It wasn’t a confrontational tone, just gentle curiosity laced with concern. “You’ve been avoiding me, haven’t you?” Your breath caught. You took a step back, trying to create some space, but your lower back met the kitchen island. “I’m not avoiding you,” you lied softly, but your voice lacked conviction. Grizzy’s eyes narrowed slightly, a half-smirk tugging at his lips. “C’mon. You think I haven’t noticed? Every time I walk into a room, you leave. Whenever I try to talk, you keep it short.” He set his bottle down, taking a slow step forward. “What’s going on in that head of yours?” Your heart fluttered, panic and desire twisting inside you. You needed to get out of here, to return to the noise and safety of the living room. “We should probably go back,” you said weakly, pointing over your shoulder. But Grizzy didn’t move out of your way. Instead, he closed the distance between you with deliberate slowness. His body wasn’t touching yours yet, but you could feel the heat radiating off him. You realized, too late, that you were trapped. Your heart hammered, and some traitorous part of you thrilled at the idea of it.

“I heard what Matt said,” Grizzy confessed, voice almost a whisper. “About the crush you used to have.” His eyes searched yours, and when you tried to look away, he tipped your chin up with gentle fingers, forcing your gaze back to his. Your cheeks burned. You swallowed. “Matt shouldn’t have said that,” you mumbled. “It doesn’t matter now, anyway. I’m… I’m with someone.” His expression flickered, something like jealousy passing over his face. But then he leaned in, lowering his head so his lips were near your ear. The smell of him, the warmth—it was overwhelming. “Doesn’t matter?” he asked softly. His breath stirred your hair. “Because I can’t stop thinking about it. Thinking about you.” You shivered, the sound of his voice sending sparks down your spine. A quiet gasp escaped you when his nose skimmed the curve of your jaw, and you gripped the edge of the island behind you as if it were a lifeline. “Nelson,” you said weakly, “This… we can’t. I’m not—” “I know,” he murmured, “I know you’re not mine.” His hand slid down your arm, feather-light, leaving goosebumps in its wake. “But I keep imagining what it would have been like if I knew sooner.” He pressed closer, his chest just grazing yours. “I keep thinking about how it’s not too late.”

You closed your eyes, heart pounding in your ears. His lips brushed the shell of your ear, and you bit down on a moan, trying desperately to maintain control. “I’m with someone,” you repeated, voice trembling. “It’s not right.” He made a low, rough sound in his throat. “No. It’s not right,” he agreed softly, but his hand found your hip, fingers pressing in just enough to make you aware of every inch of space that didn’t exist between you. “So tell me to stop,” he challenged. “Tell me to let you go.” You opened your mouth to say it, to put an end to this madness, but what came out was a quiet, shaky breath. He took that as permission and lowered his head, his lips finding the side of your neck. The softest kiss at first, barely there, but it ripped a sound from your throat that you didn’t even recognize. Your knees went weak. “Please,” you managed, though you weren’t sure what you were pleading for. He hummed against your skin, kissing lower, tasting the column of your throat, his other hand bracing the countertop beside your hip. Each press of his lips sent a pulse of arousal through you, your body arching toward him despite the alarm bells ringing in your mind. “We shouldn’t be doing this,” you said, voice strained, but your hand lifted to tangle in the back of his shirt, pulling him closer instead of pushing him away.

Grizzy chuckled darkly, mouth still grazing your skin. “I know,” he whispered, “but fuck, you feel so good.” He lifted his head slightly, pressing his forehead to yours, his eyes half-lidded with want. “Tell me to stop, and I will. But if you don’t…” You could barely think straight. The logical part of your brain was screaming at you to leave, to think about your partner waiting for you at home, to consider what this would do. But your body… your body was entirely focused on him. The ache between your legs was almost painful, and the way he looked at you, the hunger and regret and longing—all of it was too potent. “I can’t,” you breathed at last, tears of frustration or lust pricking at your eyes. “I can’t say it.” His jaw tightened. He grabbed your hand, lacing your fingers together, then pulled you away from the island, out of the kitchen, down the hall. The party sounds grew fainter as he guided you into a dark spare room—quiet, empty, the perfect hiding place. Your heart hammered, adrenaline surging. He closed the door softly behind you, locking it with a quiet click. “Last chance,” he said quietly, turning to face you. His silhouette loomed in the dim light. “We can walk away right now. No one will know.” You stood there, chest rising and falling, your thoughts a jumble. Then you moved first, fisting your hand in the front of his shirt and dragging him to you, crushing your mouth against his in a desperate, bruising kiss. He groaned, surprised but thrilled, hands snapping to your waist and hoisting you up against him. Your legs wrapped around his hips, and he backed you toward the bed, never breaking the kiss.

Every brush of his tongue against yours, every scrape of teeth, every gasp stolen between kisses was fuel to the fire. You tugged at his shirt, impatient and needy, and he obliged by stripping it off. His hands explored your body eagerly, palming your ass, sliding under your shirt to feel the warmth of your skin. You moaned into his mouth as he trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck again, this time free to explore more, lower, his teeth nipping gently at your shoulder. Clothes fell to the floor in a silent agreement that this would remain a secret kept only by these walls. Your mind screamed that this was dangerous, that you were betraying someone else’s trust. But at the same time, this moment felt like the culmination of desires you’d buried for too long. His voice, low and rough against your ear as he murmured how good you felt, how badly he’d wanted this, nearly undid you. When he finally entered you, it was slow and deliberate, as if savoring the realization that this wasn’t a fantasy anymore. You bit your lip to hold back a cry, eyes fluttering shut at the overwhelming rush of pleasure and guilt and longing. He set a careful rhythm, each thrust accompanied by soft grunts and hushed praises, as if any sound louder than a whisper would shatter this fragile, illicit bubble. Your fingers dug into his shoulders, your face buried against his neck. “We shouldn’t…” you tried one last time, voice cracking, tears pricking at your eyes again. “I know,” he whispered, voice tight, “but I can’t stop now. Fuck, I can’t.” You didn’t argue. Instead, you clung to him, meeting his movements with equal fervor, chasing that high that only he could give you, the high you’d secretly dreamed about for ages. The bed creaked softly beneath you, each soft gasp swallowed into kisses that tasted like stolen time.

And when it peaked—when you broke apart in his arms, muffling your cry against his shoulder, feeling him follow you moments later with a low, guttural moan—your heart twisted with both ecstasy and dread. Still, in those trembling aftershocks, he held you, pressing his forehead to yours, breathing unevenly as if to anchor himself in the reality of what you’d just done. Quiet settled in. You looked at each other, chests heaving, minds likely spinning. He brushed a strand of hair from your face, eyes full of complicated emotions you didn’t want to decipher now. “I’m sorry,” he said softly, voice raw. “I’m sorry I didn’t realize sooner.” You closed your eyes, a tear slipping free. “Me too,” you whispered, and kissed him again, softer this time, as if acknowledging that no matter the consequences, this moment belonged to both of you, tangled up in desires that neither of you could resist.

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HOLY SHIT

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wtf an oomf blocked me... oh well

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👀👀👀

The Undertaker started following Genoa CFC.

As a wrestling fan tho, I have to say, bruh Genoa, your best idea was outta nowhere? That's Randy Orton...

But I appreciate your trying anyway

Maybe Undertaker will buy Genoa soon? 👀😍

It would be a great month for this team, first Balotelli back, now The Undertaker

I need Teddy Long right now

Credits: thanks @daylightisfadingaway that made me aware of that Genoa tweet, love you sis.

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Release:  November 16, 2012

Lyrics:

Sooner or later that spark just disappears

Outta nowhere, outta nowhere

Every time one of us ending up in tears

Outta nowhere, outta nowhere

Is it good that we hurt every day?

Is this worth all the pain that we feel inside?

Am I too blind to see this is happening to me

Outta nowhere, outta nowhere

I live the fast life, going nowhere fast

I see my past life and politely pass

But I'm already planning on doing it big

For my life after death, I live my life after death

Baby what you think our train is for?

That's to properly prepare you for war

So I keep you on your toes

So you could look out for them friends that are really foes

This career try to swallow us

Paparazzi try to follow us

I'm everything that my mama was

Rider, survivor, a mother- fighter

Thank god for this rapping - (thank you)

Forget the cash and find happiness

No more life, that's for the birds

I work hard so you never say these words

Sooner or later that spark just disappears

Outta nowhere, outta nowhere

Every time one of us ending up in tears

Outta nowhere, outta nowhere

Is it good that we hurt every day?

Is this worth all the pain that we feel inside?

Am I too blind to see this is happening to me

Outta nowhere, outta nowhere

The critics going nowhere (nowhere)

Thinking that they know me like the Bible, oh hell no

But they don't understand me, oh well

Snitching is a sport now so please, do tell

The world, how I raise hell

Yeah, I hit the crown when I skip jail

I'm just tryina own teams, beat it playa

And dance on the globe like Fred Astaire

The world is ours, baby

It's just waiting for us so don't be late

And we could both aim for the sky

And shoot for the stars and call it a day

Now you know that I know that we know

If the world wants war, cock back and reload

A normal life, that's for the birds

I work hard, so you never say these words

Sooner or later that spark just disappears

Outta nowhere, outta nowhere

Every time one of us ending up in tears

Outta nowhere, outta nowhere

Is it good that we hurt every day?

Is this worth all the pain that we feel inside?

Am I too blind to see this is happening to me

Outta nowhere, outta nowhere

Songwriter:

Armando Christian Perez / Daniel Murcia / James Huy

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Homepage:

Pitbull

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Chapter 7: Have a Cow

From: You Catch More Bees With Honey Series

Pairing: Mob! Bucky x Farmer! Reader

Summary: You and Bucky are finding your stride until a surprise shows up on the porch

Word count: 2,750

Content/warnings: Light mob themes, farming, kissing, lap sitting, fluffy fluff

Author’s Note: It’s been a minute! Hopefully this kickstarts me to get a couple more chapters out soon. Please enjoy, be sure to drop any feedback, I love hearing from you!!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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You sighed as you walked into one of your barns tucked toward the back of the property, recently transformed into what looked almost looked like a city loft apartment to accommodate for Bucky’s workers on the farm. You were carrying produce crates and one of Bucky’s henchmen, Peter, came to take them from your hands.

Ever since Bucky’s construction crew has been working in the mines, most of the food that you would normally be selling at the farmer’s market has been going to them. That makes it easy for you, though. A few of them have even been around the fields helping out to pick it themselves, too, giving you a little more time to sort through documents, contracts, and future plans, without having to stay up late like your normally would to fit in all the work.

All the men had been a great help, and exceptionally respectful, which surprised you. Sure, you expected them to be formal and well-behaved, but their actions seemed almost rehearsed, like they had been told exactly what to do. Peter, probably the one kid who you had taken a liking to, was the only one who would really hold conversations with you, though. You assumed part of it was due to his status in Bucky’s organization. He was young, but extremely smart, earning him a spot of minor authority. Although every time he opened his mouth, you were never quite sure what would come out. It could either be something honest and profound, or a weird nervous babble. Sweet kid, though, so no harm done. He was like the best parts of Jake and Curtis at that age.

As you handed the crate over, you looked around at the high ceilings, now lined with bulb lights and the cool tones that decorated the previously wood-heavy space. “I’ve always wanted a barndiminium, just never had an excuse to make it.”

Peter added your box to the stack in what appeared to be a makeshift kitchenette. No way they had time to hook up appliances and water lines already, right? “I know our men seem pretty gruff, but if there’s one thing they like, it’s comfort and luxury where they lay their heads.”

You laughed and nodded your head. Just like their boss, although he didn’t seem to complain as much anymore, laying on sheets that were probably about as old as him.

Peter continued shifting crates around, unloading certain items likely for whatever meal they had planned next once the next round of workers got off their shift. “And of course, boss wouldn’t want anything less than the best when it comes to you. Says this’ll increase the property value. And it’s all yours to enjoy as you please when we’re gone.”

Ah, there it was. The kinda thing Bucky wouldn’t say to your face, but Peter’s lips let slip like it was nothing. Like it was obvious. You tried to change the subject, unsure if you could confront those types of feelings to Peter when you hadn’t even built up the courage to discuss them with Bucky yet. You knew Bucky cared about quality, and had a little understanding of the extent he was willing to go for you. But you didn’t even want to think about a time when Bucky could be gone.

“Don’t you need permits for this stuff?”

He winked. “I won’t tell if you won’t. Plus, I’m sure the higher ups worked their smooth talking magic and their connections. They’re amazing with things like that.”

You hummed in agreement. You had seen and heard first-hand how effortlessly Bucky could have something done for him. The world was at his fingertips. Surely that rule stood true for most people around him.

“Don’t I know, Peter. But I’m sure you’ve got your own charms. Some of your own connections that Buck doesn’t.”

He gave you a sheepish smile and shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess, sort of. But I’m not sure how much they’d really put me in charge of that stuff. Sometimes I just freeze up when I have to tell them things instead of them telling me what to do…I just get so flustered around Mr. Barnes.”

You nodded and put a hand on his shoulder. “Well, I’d say they trust you a lot for you to be in control of as much as you are right now. They definitely see through your nervousness. You’re doing a great job and I really appreciate you discretion and assistance around here.”

He gave you a soft smile. “Oh..wow, thanks.”

You nodded and turned on the newly laid floor, ready to head back to the house to continue your paperwork.

The mid-morning sun was at your back as you made your way inside towards the office. You were almost never inside at this time of day, so it was a wonderful pocket of time to be productive. You were greeted by Bucky sitting in your chair, shuffling though papers while he was on a phone call. He drew his gaze from the fan of parchment in front of him, smiling when he saw your face.

“Yeah, just keep an eye on her and increase security all around. Overlap shifts and monitor cameras 24/7. Thanks, Steve. Bye.”

You smiled as Bucky set the phone down. You had never heard him thank anyone before. As you took another step closer, though, you saw which papers he was looking through. Your own smile fell to see the contract from Cole for the hundredth time. Why was Bucky able to be so happy when this attempt at a forceful ‘offer’ was in front of him?

“C’mere, Honey.” Bucky gestured for you to come sit with him on your chair, but instead, you opted to take a seat opposite him, in front of your desk. There was work to be done and you couldn’t let yourself get distracted, even if he seemed oddly at ease.

You watched as his previously carefree gaze scrunched in on itself, eyebrows furrowed in confusion and lips in a slight pout. As you plopped down in the old cushion, you crossed your arms and legs.

“Bucket, I’m doing this for the good of both of us. Talk business with me first, then we can discuss…accessory ventures.”

You nodded in gesture to the papers, hoping he’d explain why this all needed to be looked over again. Was it not enough that it was constantly running through your mind? You had the power to just say ‘no,’ as long as Cole didn’t keep pushing or have anything over your head, but things were never that easy, so what was really going on?

“Honey, come on. We’ve got a little time to be close. This way we don’t have to flip papers back and forth to read them.” His voice had softened from his phone call, nearly reaching a whine.

“James…” oh, you weren’t messing around. You were taking this seriously. “I can read upside down. It’s fine. Just talk me through what’s going through your head.”

He sighed and his chin met his chest in defeat. “Ever since Curtis messaged me that Cole tried to get into the bar and Lloyd had been with him, I just want to be extra cautious, which is why I’m going through these. Again. I’ve already sent them to my lawyer in the city, so he’ll confirm for me.”

You nodded and stood up, finally walking over to him. “So is this what you’re really worried about? What’s not in the contracts, but real-life threats?”

You walked around your desk, hips swerving to miss the corners as you finally stood in front of Bucky. He swiveled the chair so you stood between his legs and threw his forehead against your stomach. You held him close and stroked his hair before he moved to look up at you, resting his chin on your sternum and wrapping his arms around your waist. “Yeah. I’m worried about you. And what’ll come when I have to leave. And just how involved Lloyd may be. I know I already told you about him, but I don’t think words can describe how much he truly doesn’t subscribe to caring for the well-being of others when they stand in his way. I know this is all that Cole has sent so far, but if Lloyd has anything to say about it, this won’t be the last push, but it’ll certainly be the nicest.”

You nodded down to him before gesturing for him to sit up so you could straddle his lap in the oversized leather chair. You held the sides of his face before leaning your forehead against his. You did your best to speak in a firm, yet placating tone.

“Jamie. I promise, I’m going to be fine. I was fine before you and I can take care of myself when you’re gone.”

He closed his eyes and sighed again. “I know, I know. But I just made the command to keep Peter here with you. He’s an extra precaution. You’ll barely notice him, and I’m sure having the help will be nice.”

You pulled away to smile and roll your eyes. “Bucky, he’s a kid. What’s he gonna do that I can’t? Plus, you know I like him. The last thing I would want is him putting himself in harm’s way for my sake.”

Bucky shook his head. “No, you know how capable he is. If I can see it, I know you sensed it from a mile away. He stays at least until it all blows over. Everyone is willing to do what is necessary to protect you. It’s what they signed on for.”

You knew that Bucky wasn’t going to take no for an answer, so instead, you simply kissed his temple and wrapped your arms around him, nestling against his neck. “Okay, fine. But he’s gonna become the buffest farmer you’ve ever seen when he comes back to you. I’m burning all his little suits. You’ll only ever see him in strictly flannel.”

Bucky let out a light chuckle as he rubbed your back, sitting in the chair and enjoying the moment with you before you mumbled against his neck in question.

“So you wanna tell me what Jake was really doing here? And what you did to make him into the same guy he used to be?”

Bucky hummed in thought at your question. He wasn’t quite sure if honesty was the best way to go here. Sure, you knew that everyone who knew about the mines had to come into town, but why have Jake help? And why didn’t Bucky hate him as much as you’d anticipated?

Bucky clicked his tongue before deciding on the diplomatic answer. “I just reminded him of his place and how valuable you are. Not much more than that. He’s smart if you direct the way he needs to think. I mean, he’s half the reason you’re in this mess, but he could help us get out if we do it right.”

“Yeah, okay Mr. Politician. Whatever you say. Just make sure you restock my duct tape. I’ve been running low lately and I’m not sure how that happened.” Bucky froze as you laughed at the reaction. Dang, he should’ve told the truth. You wouldn’t have asked if you didn’t already know, you were just giving him the opportunity to let you in. Noted.

The rest of the week on the farm was fairly easy as you and Bucky worked in tandem, sporadically getting updates on the mine reinforcements and spells of assistance from his men.

But otherwise, you got along well. Bucky was truly learning the farm chores and operations, catching on quicker than you had anticipated. He only ran the tractor into one ditch and his boots hadn’t gotten stuck in mud at all. Now you were helping, or at least trying to help, him reach mastery in what you thought he would’ve caught onto easily: barking orders.

The two of you were out in the pasture, as you finally taught him how to use your sheep and cattle dogs. Sure, they were practically self-sufficient, but sneaky little things sometimes with their own agendas. Bucky, in an attempt to boast about all the independent work he had done the previous week, revealed himself for the actual issues he had experienced with them, obviously not unbeknownst to you.

After a long day of running around and nearly a week since hearing anything from Cole, you and Bucky were spent, walking back up to your house to have a nice night in, just sitting on the porch and enjoying the peace. As you got closer, though, you could hardly make out a small brown blob waiting there next to one of the posts. Was it a package? You hadn’t ordered any new equipment lately….and then it moved.

You threw an arm out in front of Bucky, both of you stopping stark in your tracks.

“Wait. Hold on. You see that?”

Bucky grabbed your arm close to his chest when you stopped, leaning over it and squinting until it became clear. What was that doing on your porch?

The two of you cautiously kept walking towards it, finally deciphering what you were looking at: a brown, fluffy, baby… highland cow?

You could hear it moo more and more the closer you got, eventually seeing it tied to one of the porch posts with a rope and a ribbon around its neck: both Turner’s blue.

You walked up to the calf cautiously, holding out a hand and cooing at it to ease its evidently nervous state.

“Shhh, shhhh, hey there little thing. What are you doing up here?” Sure, you owned a plethora of livestock, but none of these. This was, for lack of a better term, a house cow. Something Decks had begged you to get for years, but you never had the need or the time for.

You pet the tuft of hair on top of its head as you squatted down, grabbing the piece of card stock attached to the ribbon before looking up over your shoulder at Bucky. You could already see the anger rising in his eyes and seeping through the rest of his demeanor, fists clenched and body rigid as he nodded for you to read.

“Peach, take a taste of what success could be. Here, have a cow. -Cole. P.S. all in good faith”

Oh, Bucky was gonna have a cow, alright. You rolled your eyes at another ridiculous note. This was very evidently not a dairy cow from his stock, so you weren’t sure why Cole was trying to pull one over on you by claiming it was. And he didn’t even leave it with any feed or water for who knows how long it had been there up until this point. The main question was: why didn’t Bucky’s men intercept? You guessed they were probably under specific instructions not to, as to keep a low profile.

When you looked back up at him, Bucky was already on the phone. Even before you had gotten to the porch, he had sent a message to Peter to check the cams and make sure no one had lingered on the property after the delivery. This new development instantly put him on high alert.

He held the phone to his ear now, though, as it rang only twice before you heard someone on the other side pick up. “Hey Barber, I know you’re busy with that other stuff I sent you, but what do you know about corporate gifting policies?”

Meanwhile, you had untied the poor baby from the post and scooped it up, carrying it inside and to the kitchen while Bucky slumped into the couch. You gave the calf—at least it was a girl capable of producing milk and not a boy-which you definitely would’ve roasted Cole for—some water before taking her over to the couch and setting her down next to Bucky. You ran your knuckles against his temple in a soothing stroke before petting through his hair and giving him a kiss on his hairline. When you pulled away, thumb moving to stroke his cheek, you mouthed ‘it’ll be okay,’ only seeing his jaw unclench slightly at the reassurance. You moved to sit on the couch on the other side of the calf and criss-crossed your legs, petting her and listening to Bucky’s lawyer walking him through corporate gifting laws, now on speaker.

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Bonus A/N: highland cows are so cute. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been sent a video of one getting a little spa day🥰

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