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Bucky A/U - Rancher Bucky is back - in Christmas form!!!!!!
A/N - This is a continuation from my fall story - Dance with Me. Note - you do not have to read that story to read this one (although I appreciate it if you did) it's not required). 😊
Summary: You love Christmas, especially the lights so for the first time ever, Bucky has his men decorate his ranch (aptly named Thunder Bolt Ranch) in white twinkle lights and red bows and wreaths to surprise you. He'd do anything to make you happy.
Content warning: Language, established relationship between reader and Bucky, implied 'adult situations', FLUFFY RANCHER BUCKY WHO WOULD DO ANYTHING FOR YOU!!
Image found here, credit to the creator
"You coming out with us tonight?"
Nat poked her head into your classroom while you tidied up from the day.
"No, not tonight, maybe next time," you blushed a little.
"Ooh, do you have a date with your rancher?"
Wanda poked her head from around Nat and gushed at you.
"Yeah, I do."
You were now blushing hard.
Ever since fall, when Bucky asked you to dance with him at the Silver Buckle, you haven't missed spending a weekend with the handsome rancher.
He invited you to his Thanksgiving dinner at the ranch, something he does every year for his ranch hands. You met everyone who works for him, including Steve, his head ranch hand and business partner. You brought a few pies you had made, solidifying your nickname of sweets Bucky gave you, and everyone loved you; you were a hit.
Bucky never left your side the entire day, putting his arm around you, or touching your lower back, it was comforting to have him around. You also think he did it to send a message to his workers, that you were his to care for and protect and no one else's.
Your first date with him was at a restaurant then he drove you out to the small lake that was just outside the town. He had brought a basket of desserts filled with cookies, fruit, and cheese, and a blanket so you could sit and stargaze.
Ever the gentleman, he leaned you back against his strong chest so you could watch the sky while he held you close, never once making you feel uncomfortable, only safe and protected. He drove you back to your place, walked you to your door, where you smiled up at him and kissed his cheek, thanking him for a lovely evening.
He smiled wide and blushed a little, with the promise of another date, and you haven't looked back yet.
Bucky is the perfect gentleman.
He always makes sure you're taken care of, even if he isn't around to help you. The work on his ranch was a 24-hour job; something he warned you about, but you didn't mind. You knew he was busy, and his ranch operated non-stop regardless of the season and time of day and he would be busy with that, sometimes more than ever.
You understood. You had your class, assignments to grade, lessons to plan and friends of your own, so you were busy yourself. Bucky always made sure he was thinking about you. Flower delivery once a week was a start, followed by a few small gifts that would randomly be delivered to you, like lunch, groceries, and any issues you had with your car, he sent a team of his mechanics to your place so they could fix it.
At first, you were bothered by him doing things like that.
You told him numerous times you didn't need flowers, or for your car to be fixed, but he would always scoff and playfully roll his eyes at you, only half listening to your concerns. He'd let you finish your rant, then boop you on the nose saying you were cute, and he knew you could do things for yourself, but he wanted to do those things for you, making sure you know there was a difference.
You had never had someone take care of you in that way, so you fought him a little bit, but he insisted he take care of you, and that was only some of the ways he showed he cared.
The Thanksgiving dinner was a bit scary when you look back on it. He invited you to his ranch, something he's very private about, where you would spend the day with him, being introduced to the people he's closest to and works with on a daily basis. You knew it was special for him to have you there; you know he treats his workers with respect, and he rewards them handsomely.
"He's bringing me to the ranch to spend the weekend there," you blushed a little.
You hadn't spent an entire night at Bucky's ranch with him, and you were a little nervous about what was going to happen. Of course you've been with other men before, but this felt different. Bucky had told you he cleared his schedule for the weekend, telling his ranch hands to only contact him if it was an emergency and that he was spending time with you.
He told you he had something exciting planned but wouldn't elaborate.
"Oohhh!" Nat teased as Wanda fanned her face.
"Stop that!" you chuckled at your friends.
"Let's go out next weekend, just us three," you suggested.
"Sounds good. Christmas is soon, and we don't have a lot of time with the concerts and parties planned."
You packed up your purse and slung it over your shoulder.
"Let us know how the weekend goes with your handsome rancher!" Wanda blew you a kiss and Nat smiled wide. "We want details!" She winked at you.
"Yeah, yeah, have a good weekend!"
You made your way to the parking lot and spotted Bucky in his blacked-out diesel truck with the ranch's logo on the side in gold. The ranch he owned was called Thunder Bolt Ranch, and it suited him nicely.
He was leaning against it with his long legs crossed and a black cowboy hat that was on low. You had a hard time standing straight as you cleared your throat and walked over to meet him.
"Hi" you smiled as Bucky's smirk grew into a wide smile.
He was mostly quiet and reserved, only speaking when necessary, and mostly having a poker face that could rival any professional player, but he always let his guard down when he was around you.
"Hi sweets," he drawled.
You walked right up to him and the size difference was cute as he towered over you. You know you have him wrapped around your finger as you leaned up and kissed his cheek. He turned at the last minute so you would kiss his lips instead.
"Bucky!" you giggled, looking around the parking lot.
"Couldn't help myself sweets" he shrugged.
He walked around to your door and opened it, helping you up into the seat. He made sure you were safe and closed the door, walking back to the driver's side.
You drove through the town, making sure to point out all the cute Christmas displays that the businesses had.
Decorating with lights and greenery was abundant as you took in the different displays. Looking at Christmas lights was always a tradition for you, and you had been meaning to do a little drive around your town to take them all in, hopefully with Bucky, but if he was busy, you would ask Nat and Wanda if they wanted to join you.
"Ooh, look at that one!" you gushed as Bucky drove down main street.
"Ooh, look, so cute!"
You smiled wide at a large garland and snowman.
"Did you see the cute penguin display the pharmacy has out front?"
You looked over at Bucky who nodded. You were easily excited by anything Christmas and Bucky was trying to hold in his excitement for his big surprise he had for you when you got to the ranch.
"It's getting dark out" you said while he drove. You heard him hum in response as he made his way down the road.
"Do you put lights on at the ranch?" you asked.
This was your first Christmas in your new small town and weren't sure what to expect. Bucky gave a small shrug and said, "We don't usually do a lot of decorating."
"Oh." you shrunk a little.
How could he not? His house is beautiful!
The outside of his house would look so beautifully decorated in white lights that twinkle and shimmer in the dark. You had almost lost your breath the first time he took you there. Nat said he had money, and the large ranch house reflected that.
It has six bedrooms, a large living room, dining room, chef's kitchen, large bathrooms, a large wrap-around porch, games room, office area, and indoor / outdoor pool with hot tub. It's decorated with raw wood beams, gleaming hard wood floors, tile, and stone walls. The fireplace that sat in the main living room was huge, you're sure Bucky could roast an entire bison in it and still have room for a cow or two.
"Well, if you want, I can help you hang a strand or two. The porch could use a little brightness for the winter season" you suggested.
The minute you saw his house, you had dreamed of seeing it at Christmas and what it would look like lit up but according to Bucky, he didn't decorate.
"Is that so? I'll make sure to tell Steve to add that to his list of ranch duties" Bucky teased as he pulled into the entrance to his long driveway.
Bucky had supper waiting for you. He must have had one of the cooks prepare it as it was keeping warm in the oven. You opened a glass of much needed wine to relax from the week you had seeing as the holidays always kept the children in an excited state which sometimes proves to be challenging.
"So, what are we going to do this weekend?" you asked.
Bucky sat at the head of the table and leaned back from his plate, pausing to wipe his mouth on a napkin and take a sip of his whiskey.
"Anything you want darlin'" he winked at you.
The wine you were drinking kept you nice and warm, making your cheeks a warm rosy colour.
"Oh, ok" you went back to finishing your plate.
Bucky's phone dinged and he looked down at it. You saw him open his messages, scowl, and type out a few replies.
"Everything ok?" you asked.
Bucky was glaring at his screen.
"Fine" he looked up and smiled at you, placing his phone in his pocket.
"Sorry for that" he mumbled.
He was a stickler for phones at the dinner table, but since he was off duty this weekend, he kept his phone handy in case of any emergencies.
You cleaned up and ended up sitting in front of the massive fireplace, sipping on more wine as Bucky snuggled you close.
"Oh, there's that market a few towns over. Christmas crafts and a bake sale. Did you want to check it out tomorrow?" you asked.
Bucky sighed and smiled to himself. Under no circumstance did he want to leave his ranch and go into another town and visit a Christmas market, but if it was with you, he would easily follow.
"If you want" you could feel him snuggle you closer.
"Ok" you beamed a smile up at him and he leaned down and kissed your temple.
His phone dinged again, and he looked down at it and frowned.
"Dammit" he grumbled.
"I have to check on something, be right back" he shoved the phone into his front pocket of his shirt and got himself up from the couch.
You started stirring but he held his hand at you and shook his head.
"Stay there, it'll only be a bit."
He grabbed a soft throw blanket, one you got him to buy for you so you could snuggle with him, and he tucked it around you.
"Keep warm and I'll be right back, I promise." He kissed you then he left.
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"Damn it Steve, what's the issue?" Bucky growled at his ranch hand.
"I don't know if we'll have enough" Steve muttered.
Bucky glared at him.
"I-I mean, we should, but...I don't know. I'm concerned."
Steve looked around the ranch buildings.
"I measured myself, you should have enough." Bucky scowled at the large barn that stood in front of him.
There were a lot of workers scurrying from building to building, keeping busy with their jobs.
"Do you need to go into town to get more?" Bucky asked.
"Honestly? Maybe?" Steve cringed.
Bucky stood there staring blankly at him.
"So, I have to wait another day then?"
"Yes." Steve hated disappointing Bucky, but if he wants things to be perfect, he needs another day.
"Fine. Tomorrow night, that's it. If things aren't done the way I had talked to you about, then someone is going to pay for it" Bucky grumbled then he left for the main house.
Steve exhaled and radioed his other ranch hand Sam and told him they had one more day to work on the project. Sam, his other main ranch hand replied with a 'thank god' and Steve took off for the main barn to finish his regular duties for the night.
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True to Bucky's words, the following day, he took you to the Christmas market where you bought a few small gifts for some of your fellow teachers. You got Bucky a large black coffee and he held your hand while you wandered the market, never once complaining how bored he was, or how he didn't want to be there.
A few handmade ornaments and cards, some baking, and a few knitted items rounded out your purchases. He broke the news to you last night when he got back saying his big surprise was going to be delayed until today, and he apologized for it, but you assured him it was fine. You could tell he was annoyed, but he didn't let that get in the way of your night with him. You had no idea what this surprise he had for you, but you knew it was important to him.
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You got back to the ranch and decided to start supper. Bucky had to leave and help one of the workers with a 'calfing situation' so you rummaged through his kitchen and started making chili for supper.
Bucky walked into the deliciously smelling kitchen and smiled wide when he saw you stirring a large pot.
"Sorry, I made chili for supper. Wasn't sure what the plan was, so yeah" you placed the spoon on the rest and shrugged.
"Darlin', that sounds wonderful."
Bucky took a few steps towards you and hugged you close.
"Everything ok?"
"Everythin' is fine" he squeezed you tight before he let you go.
"I'm going to run up and shower, but after supper, I'll show you your surprise" he winked at you making you blush.
"Ok" you smiled as he left the kitchen.
You decided to get a few bowls out and set up the living room with your chili supper as Bucky walked in, smiling at the set up.
"Here" you pointed to his bowl and showed him the fixings you had set up on the coffee table.
"Casual chili night" you smiled proudly at the set up and helped yourself.
Bucky followed and you both ate your chili and chatted about the day.
"So next Friday, I'm going to go out for dinner with Nat and Wanda."
"Ok sweets."
Bucky finished his bowl and leaned back on the couch.
As you finished, he got up and helped you tidy up. Once things were put away, he walked you to the front door and handed you your jacket.
"Umm?" you looked around.
Is he kicking me out?
He hadn't reached for his own jacket.
"Put this on, it's cold outside."
"Oh."
Your heart rate calmed down while you put the jacket on as Bucky helped you.
"Follow me."
He brought you around the front of the house, then took a few steps to the side. It was pitch black out, apart from a few lights on the barn.
"Um..."
Bucky smirked as he tapped a few things on his phone then all of a sudden, your breath hitched in your throat.
"Woah" you whispered.
The large house was lit up and decorated with white lights that twinkled. Each peak, post, and window had a strand that was lit. Red bows and wreaths twinkled in the light.
"Bucky, I-I.." you had no words at the sparkling lights that surrounded you.
"Come on."
He took your hand and walked you to the main barn. You looked around in awe as you followed.
"It's beautiful."
You were in shock. Bucky stopped you and positioned you in front of the barn. He tapped his phone again, and the whole barn lit up, including a giant lit wreath that was hung by the hay loft.
"Bucky!"
Just as you were looking over the barn, the paddocks lit up, followed by the pathways, back yard, and the old tractor next to the barn even had a few lights on it. The area glowed and twinkled in white lights and red bows. You were speechless. As you were taking it in, Steve walked up from the barn.
"Steve, this is beautiful" you gushed.
"First time we've had lights on the property, feels good." Steve said as you looked over at Bucky who just shrugged.
He was watching you intently.
"Really?"
Steve nodded.
"Do you like it?" he asked.
"Like it? I LOVE it! It's beautiful! Incredible, amazing. There isn't any other place I'd rather be!" you gushed, making both Steve and Bucky smile.
"Well, enjoy" he tipped his hat and walked back to the barn leaving you alone with Bucky.
You turned and looked up at Bucky.
"Did you do this for me?" you asked.
Bucky shrugged and played it off like it was no big deal.
"Come on, there's one more surprise."
"More?" you followed Bucky to the large back yard patio where you turned a corner, and your jaw hit the floor.
"An igloo?"
You looked at the white geometric structure and white lights that surrounded it.
"Come on" he walked you closer.
"I know how much you like to relax, and well...when I saw this I thought of you." He unzipped the heavy clear plastic and walked you in.
He had brought some comfy patio furniture and decorated the space with furs, soft throws, battery lit lanterns and led candles.
"It's actually warm in here" you blurted out, sitting on a large sofa.
"So, you can come over whenever you want and hang out here. It'll get a little chilly, but that's what the blankets are for, so as long as you're snuggled up, you should be fine."
Bucky sat down next to you.
"Did you set this up?" you undid a throw and tossed it over your legs.
"I may have had a hand in it"
"I love it, thank you" Bucky blushed a little.
"Anything for you" he nudged your shoulder a little.
"I know how much you adore Christmas and the lights, so I wanted to do something for you here, so you would love coming here."
You looked over at Bucky and snorted. "I love coming here regardless of lights, but I appreciate it, so much" you leaned in and kissed him softly but pulled away and cringed to yourself.
"I can't believe I didn't see the strands and cords on everything!"
You felt a little silly for not noticing.
"I had my guys on it when we were away today. They can be efficient if I promise them overtime" Bucky shrugged making you chuckle.
"I bet" you looked around in awe.
It was like you were in a small forest bubble surrounded by magic twinkling lights and soft blankets.
"This is definitely my favourite thing ever" you admitted.
"I'm glad."
Bucky held you close in his arms and squeezed you tight. He had so many more plans in store for you, especially on Christmas morning, but he had to patiently wait.
He'd give you the world if he could and this was just the start.
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The person reblogging this from you is rooting for you to have a happy, healthy, and successfull 2023.
They may also be trying to put you in a washing machine.
ooooohhhhhh lawwwwddddddddd i need it.
Bucky's overprotective, reader has no sense of awareness. It's been a long day...with a lot of angsty hormones.
warnings: angst, unprotected sex, choking, shower sex 🤭
"Oh, fuck off Bucky," I scoff, storming down the hallway to my room. He follows me, quick to grab me and pin me to the wall. I let out a huff of annoyance, trying to wiggle myself out of his grasp. "Can you lose the attitude? You can't just storm off whenever we need to have a conversation," he says calmly, fighting off the urge to yell. I roll my eyes clenching my jaw. "Yeah, you don't get to decide what I do with my spare time, Barnes. I work with you, and that's it. You don't get to act all overprotective every time I have a guy over." I say firmly, pushing him off of me. "You know it's not about that," he says, following me into my room. I turn to face him, shrugging my coat off. "Yeah? Then what's it fucking about?" I say sarcastically, draping the coat over my bed. He leans against the doorway, crossing his arms over his chest. "He tried to kill you. Remember that? I told you he was dangerous, and you couldn't give a shit." He says, letting out a sigh. I roll my eyes as I take my shoes off, throwing my socks into the laundry basket at the corner of the room. "I remember that you brought a girl over the other day when I told you that she was bad news. So don't try to act like you're a saint either. I can handle myself fine," I huff, unzipping my pants, sliding them down my legs. His glare stays focused on my face, sucking in a breath. I aggressively open my bottom drawer, shuffling around for a pair of shorts. He says nothing for a moment, attention trained on my annoyed expression. "If you are just going to keep grilling me then just leave James. I don't need you to do your protective thing on me," I say, pulling my shirt over my head, throwing it into the basket. I glance over at him to see a very annoyed glare on his face; however, the moonlight casts a beautiful glow over his face which makes my legs a little weak. I swallow, opening the drawer to my shirts. I pick up a t-shirt, pulling it over my head. "Wearing my shirts now?" He asks, a smirk tugging at the edge of his perfect lips.
I look down at the material, confused. "Then fucking take it back, I don't want it," I yell, pulling it over my head. I glare at him as I walk over to shove it into his chest, letting out a huff. I leave the room, slamming the bathroom door shut as I groan in frustration. Maybe a shower could help me let off some steam, the long day mixed with Bucky's antics pushing me over the edge. I aggressively turn the water on, pulling my shorts and panties down my legs. I step out of them, kicking them to the corner as I unclasp my bra, huffing when I can't get it unclasped. I feel tears start to prickle at the edges of my eyes as I let out a sniffle, stepping into the shower. I let out a sigh of relief as the water started to cascade down my body, slowly running my hands down my hair. I continue onto my routine, thoughts swirling in my mind. This day had been utterly infuriating. People moving too slow, entitled assholes cutting me off. It was one of those days where you question if there is a God that wants you to feel pain. To top it off-- Bucky had been irritatingly overprotective lately. And boy did I want to fuck that annoying smirk off his face every second of the day. As I washed the last bit of conditioner out of my hair, however, I felt a pair of strong hands twirl me around, pinning me to the wall. I let out a gasp as my eyes find Bucky's blue ones, face flushing. "What the fuck are you doing-" I groan squirming in his hold. He leans down to kiss me hungrily, silencing my questions. What the fuck is happening right now?
Bewildered, I do the only thing I had ever really wanted to do. Kiss him back. My hands finally snaked out of his hold, reaching up to grasp the back of his neck to pull him closer. He groans into my mouth, chest flush to mine. "I'm gonna fuck that attitude out of you sweetheart," he growls, pulling my body closer to his. I whine into his mouth as he lifts my hips to wrap around his torso, kissing down my jaw line to my neck. My eyes roll to the back of my head as his cock throbs at my entrance, hand sneaking down to rub the tip against my clit. I let out a whiney moan, head resting against the wall as he sucks hickies along my collarbone. Just when I was about to tell him to fuck me, he thrusts in, dick coated in my needy wetness. "Shit-" I moan, nails leaving little crescents on his toned back. He groans against my neck, thrusting into me at a relentless pace. "Deeper, please," I moan out, ragged breaths adding to the steam of the water. He obliges, pulling all the way out before thrusting all the way back in. I let out a scream clenching around his dick. Suddenly, his hand wraps around my neck, giving it a gentle squeeze. A silent warning that he could do absolutely whatever he wanted to. I wanted to slap that smirk right off of his face when my pussy clenched around him at the sensation of metal to skin. "You gonna cum baby?" He groans, tongue poking out to wet his lips. I was too fucked-out to answer, a quiet moan slipping from my mouth at his words. He thrusts faster, tip kissing my g-spot beautifully. My chest rises a falls at a quick pace, the coil in my tummy on the verge of snapping. It didn't take long for Bucky to notice my eyes fluttering closed, forehead resting on his to know I was close. He kisses me feverishly, swallowing my moans as my body start to shake in touch. My eyes roll to the back of my head, body going weak in his arms. I pant against his neck, hands wrapping around his neck as he gently sets me down. "I'm still mad at you," I whisper, closing my eyes as I rest my head on the cool tile.
"It's okay, I can just make you forget." He says cooly, sinking to his knees.
🍺to the mfering howlies.
the howling commandos honestly deserved more respect in the mcu. they were a diverse group of batshit crazy men who could drink a bar dry that followed captain america and sergeant barnes around europe fighting hydra. then, during VE day when the entire world was celebrating, they drank in a dimly lit bar mourning/toasting steve n bucky. they are integral to the captain america story, and were loyal to a fault. they had all passed by the time steve and bucky reunited, but where’s a scene toasting the howlies?
Because I certainly do, and I love every single one of them and their work.
i’m smiling like an idiot but this is some of the sweetest shit ever
I remember this funny story when I was around 7 or 8 I asked my dad if he had any money so I can take him out for dinner for his birthday and I was like “oh this is definitely bumblebee to her dad oh his birthday”
Pairing: Mafia!Bucky x Reader
Warnings: Fluff, mentions of implied smut.
A/n: Part of the Bumblebee Series.
《Masterlist》《Mafia Masterlist》《Library》
It's a quiet Sunday afternoon.
Bucky and you spent most of the morning in bed, wrapped around each other, taking advantage of the fact that little Bumblebee loves to sleep in.
Now you're settled on the couch, your feet in his lap, reading a book while Bucky and the guys discuss their plans for the week. You focus your fantasy world, tuning out their serious conversations about territories and which senator they need to get in line.
"Papa? Mommy?"
All three men fall silent at the sound of her adorable voice drifting into the living room. A smile tugs at Bucky's lips and he calls out, "In here Bumblebee."
The soft patter of her feet running down the hallway gets louder, she pops her head in the room, still dressed in her green pajamas covered with dancing ballerinas.
Her wide eyes light up when she sees everyone on the couch then she's sprinting across the living room, leaping over the rug, you move your feet out of the way in time for her to land on his lap with a small grunt.
"Hi Bumblebee," he says with a warm smile.
Grabbing his face in her tiny hands, she beams up at him. "Hi Papa. I needs your money."
Steve and Sam burst out laughing at her unexpected greeting. You place your book on your chest and stare at your baby. "What?"
She glances over at you, her bright, infectious smile causing her chubby cheeks to jut out. "G'Morning mommy," She sings out, still clutching Bucky's face.
Unable to resist, you lean over, pressing a soft kiss on her cheek. "Good morning. Why do you need your papa's money?"
"Cause-wait a minute pwease." She stands up, her feet pushing into his thighs, he steadies her wobbly legs with his hands. His chest shakes with quiet laughter when she slides her hands up to cover his ears.
Giving you a serious look, her tiny brows furrow.
"I wanna take papa to dinner for his birfday but I needs some money and papa has all the money," she explains, blowing out a soft, frustrated sigh. "And-and he said that you can't spend your money cause we have to spend his money and I wanna be a surpwise but I have no money mommy."
Her little rant has you holding in a smile while Steve and Sam temper their chuckles.
Bucky is always insisting he takes care of everything.
And you really can't argue with her logic. "Okay, you get your money Bumblebee and I'll help you spend it."
"Tank you, mommy." Turning back to her amused dad, she smiles at him, lifting her hands off his ears. "Can I have it?"
Bucky's soft eyes settle on her face, the sheer adoration radiating off him always makes your heart melt, knowing what a good father he is. She could ask for the moon wrapped in a pink bow and Bucky would find a way to give it to her.
"How much do you want?" Bucky replies, keeping a hand on her back so she doesn't fall, he shifts to his side to take his wallet out of his back pocket. He opens it, revealing a thick wad of hundreds.
Her nose scrunches as she studies the stack of bills. After a minute of serious contemplation, she reaches down and grabs all of it, using both hands to take the wad of cash out of his wallet. "Dis much, Papa. Tank you."
A stunned but impressed look flashes across Bucky’s face. "Alright then."
"Are you sure you dont need more?" you tease, poking her in her chubby belly. "That might not be enough. Papa eats a lot of food, you're going to need a lot of money."
"Hey!" Bucky tilts his head, giving you an offended look. You match his stare, enjoying this way more than your book.
"Oh." She blows out another breath. "Oh, you're right mommy."
You almost lose it when he turns that offended look to his baby girl, who's nodding in agreement. "You do Papa. You ate all my fruit woops."
"I did huh?" He muses softly, his head lolls in your direction. You drop your gaze to your hands when Bucky's eyes find your guilty ones.
"Its okay. Mommy said you were so hungwy and you needed them." She pats his chest reassuringly, a few bills drifting to the living room rug.
"She did huh?"
Suddenly finding your nails mesmerizing, you avoid his pointed look and slide to the other end of the couch before he can grab you.
And just like Bucky, neither one can say no to her.
Unaware that she's spilled your secret, she tucks the rest of the money under her arm before facing her amused uncles.
"Uncle Stevie. Uncle Sammie. Can I have your money too pwease?" She cups her hand around the side of her mouth, whispering. "It's for papa."
By the time she wobbles out of the living room with you by her side, she's leaving a trail of cash behind her along with three mobsters with empty wallets. Her little arms full of hundreds, while she insists that she can carry it in a tone that reminds you of so much of Bucky it's uncanny.
You help her plan his birthday dinner with the help of Daisy and her stuffed animals and even take her to his favorite store so she can buy him several gifts.
Like her father, she has impeccable taste, choosing four new ties to make him "look so pwetty" and diamond encrusted watch that she liked because it was shiny.
Later that night, your little family enjoyed dinner at one of Bumblebee's favorite restaurants--which happens to be owned by your mobster so everything is on the house but she doesn't need to know that.
You and Bucky will never forget the look of pride on her face when she "pays" for his surprise dinner.
It becomes a family tradition after that.
"You okay?"
Your eyes glared up at where Bucky stood over you, handsome asshole in his leather jacket. He asked again and even held out his hand, but you swatted it away and slowly got up from the ground. He watched and stepped forward when you faltered, failing to catch your balance. He was on you in a millisecond, holding you by the waist and standing way too close to you.
Cheeks warm from his smoldering stare, you pushed him away and started limping toward the doorway. You heard his sigh and anticipated his touch again - this time his hand fell to the small of your back.
"Come on, don't be like that..."
"I told you I had it."
Bucky kept a hand on your arm as he walked around you, his body moving to face you. His face had softened and he smiled gently, reaching a hand to the side of you face.
"I know you can handle yourself, I just...worry."
Knowing you couldn't be mad at him for more than minutes at a time, Bucky's smile grew a bit when you reached down for his hand. He gave it a squeeze and asked how you really were.
"That fall was bad..."
"My butt hurts..." your voice whined and he chuckled, bringing you into a gentle embrace; he ran his hand up and down your back, proposing that the two of you call it a night.
"They got away for now, we'll get them next time."
"Sam's going to be pissed," you shuddered at the thought but Bucky just shrugged.
"He's always pissed - let's go back to the hotel," he proposed, fingers gliding against your cheek. His touch brought comfort to the pain and you nodded, allowing him to kiss you on the lips.
"Will you ice my butt when we get back to the room?"
Bucky laughed. "Yeah, doll, I'll ice your butt."
me while reading this 🤭
Pairing: Bucky X Reader
Summary: Bucky finds out that you’ve never climaxed during intimacy and he’s not happy about that.
Warnings: Smut, Crying during sex, Overstimulation (mental and physical), Language, Fluff, Minor Angst but not really
Word Count: 2.8K
A/n: Kinda based on life but without bucky coming in and setting things straight lol. I’ve also got the first like 5 parts of a new series written, so that’ll be coming soon hehe. anyway, I hope you guys enjoy, and I love you all very much!
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“I don’t know, Nat, I just… I guess I’m just never… I don’t know. I’m in my head a lot, I guess.”
The redhead snickers, elbowing her sister and sharing a look with her before both of their gazes return to yours.
“Barnes lacking?”
You shake your head quickly, trying to clear his name.
“No! No, God no! He just… it’s not him, it’s me. I think too much, I’m focused on making sure it’s good for him, making sure he finishes that I… I don’t know.”
Yelena purses her lips, “does he know he hasn’t made you cum yet?”
You swallow hard and shake your head, dropping your gaze to your lap.
“I… I fake it.”
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i can’t say what i want to do…
STAR 😵💫😵💫😵💫 I want to kiss his face
Okay but I want to straddle his lap and deliberately mess up his hair while kissing him. Sweet slow kisses. His hands cupping my face. That beard grazing my skin. Yeah, I want him😫
language!
this is cute
Closer by @gurabar1ta
22 ~marvel nerd ~ honesty here to geek out in private and to read abt my favorite man… sebastian stan~
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