Read Every Single One Of These Chapters And Drabbles In Like 2 1/2 Days. I Absolutely Loved It. The Writing.

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.

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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.

to many to count

Reblog if you've ever read a fic that was better than published books

not only is it halloween time it’s also my birth month so let’s go

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Stucky Avengers  +  Cards Against Humanity

i just want him to fuck me

Captain America: Civil War (2016)

Found Archive Item: original photograph of James J. Barnes and Steven G. Rogers, circa 1945

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reckless- b. barnes

pairings: bucky barnes x reader, platonic!sam wilson, platonic!natasha romanoff, platonic!steve rogers

warnings: mentions of injuries, descriptions of fighting, angry bucky, a horrible ending, i kind of really hate this

about: “the things i feel for her are unlike anything i’ve ever felt before.” for a sleepover!

i actually wrote another one with the same quote but i didn’t think it fit so i changed it (that one will be posted tomorrow or the day after so i can edit it)

you’re annoyingly reckless to a point where it gets dangerous.

he’s told you this a thousand times before but you don’t listen- aren’t listening at the moment.

he knows it’s ironic that he’s being reckless by not paying attention to what’s going on, too concentrated on you- even if you’ve told him countless times that you literally can’t die (to which he responds with a “you never know!” because, really do you?)- but he has a metal arm and sam, who’s been hovering around him like a vulture after noticing his lack of concentration.

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this had me kickin my feet n shi

Same Lonely Night

summary: Your roommate Bucky Barnes hears you pleasure yourself and moan something he never thought he would be into. That forces him to face his feelings for you.

pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

word count: 2.6K

warnings: 18+, masturbation, fantasies, daddy kink, no mention of y/n

A/N: This is the second part of A Lonely Night. This time we are seeing Bucky's POV and what comes next. You don't have to read that part to understand what's going on but if you want to, you can find it on my blog/masterlist. I planned this as a 3-part story and I hope I'll maintain my inspiration and motivation to write the last part. Wish me luck!

Thank you so much @notafunkiller for beta-reading and editing. You are the best!

All work is mine, please do not repost or translate without my permission.

Read more tag starts after the second paragraph of the story.

Bucky’s head is resting on the shower wall while the water is running down. His flesh hand is still wrapped around his cock, but he doesn’t move it. Taking a couple of deep breaths, he’s trying to calm himself down. 

He really had no intention to listen to you. He was just watching the news mindlessly, but his enhanced hearing turned into a curse the moment he heard you taking a sharp breath. He couldn’t help but focus on the noises you made. That’s when he started to hear the way you were touching yourself. Every stroke, every rub, every muffled moan… 

He knew what you were doing was private and he had no right listening to it, but he couldn’t stop. He just couldn’t. How could he? You were so needy and subby. Even in your fantasy, you were begging. He wondered what you were imagining. Who were you begging? Your crush? Maybe you have been seeing someone.

That thought had never occurred to him before. You were always in your element, working, chilling at home, doing whatever you enjoyed in your spare time, and occasionally going out with your friends. You never brought someone home. Not yet at least. So he never questioned if you were seeing someone or not. Even if there was someone, he wouldn’t know, and that thought suddenly hurts him.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck.” Your moans bring him back to reality. If you are seeing someone why are you so needy? Are you just that greedy or has it been that long? He’s certainly hoping for the latter. That’s something he can relate to, and it's probably been much longer for him. That’s why he can’t stop listening. That’s why his cock is painfully hard. Normally he would just remove himself from the house, and give you some space instead of creeping like this.

“Oh please, fuck me.” He would do anything to be able to do that. Anything. Just to be in that room with you, taking his time exploring your body and satisfying your needs. Even just the thought of it drives him crazy. “Fuck me, daddy, please.” 

That surprises him on so many levels. He never thought you would be into that. You look pretty innocent. He wouldn’t assume you would have such dirty fantasies. Fucking an old man… Are you into older men or is it just a little fantasy you are playing? Maybe you are seeing someone old. Maybe that’s why your mind goes there. He doesn’t know. He has no idea what’s going on in your private life, and every word that comes out of your mouth confuses him even more. It creates more problems, but the biggest one is, when he heard daddy, his dick twitched with excitement. So it makes him question himself, too. Is he into younger women or is it because you were the one saying it? The latter somehow seems more likely. Yet all of that doesn’t change the fact that he’s listening to you and getting hard just because of it. 

“Yes, yes, yes. Right there.” He hears how your head falls onto the pillow while your whole body is shaking, and how much you are enjoying it. He knows this is his cue. He should just remove himself from the living room so he won’t get caught with a hard-on. He doesn’t miss a beat. Quickly, he turns the TV off and runs to the bathroom. 

That’s how he ended up here, head pressed against the cold shower tiles, thinking about the way you said daddy over and over again. He is trying really hard not to give in, but his cock is aching with need. A part of him thinks he should just give in. It’s not such a big deal. Everyone masturbates. You just did. Three fucking times! That thought makes him groan. If you can come three times just by masturbating,how many times could he make you come? 

So it’s not even a conscious decision when he starts to stroke himself when he starts thinking about making you come. He can’t stop himself from imagining how you would look under him or on top of him. It doesn’t matter which position. He just wants to feel you. Your moans are echoing in his head while he caresses the top of cock. Just one stroke and it makes him tremble. He can’t remember the last time he felt this turned on. He can’t remember the last time his whole body heated up like this, just at the thought of someone. But you aren’t just anybody. You are you.

Maybe it’s because it has been ages since he had sex. Perhaps it’s because of his growing crush on you. He tried to control those feelings, thinking he was too old for you. He thought you would never look in his direction. Why would you? You are intelligent, beautiful and so cute. Like all these qualities aren’t enough, you are always so thoughtful. You always ask if he wants your leftovers, or if he needs help with anything. He knows he wakes you up at night sometimes. His nightmares are loud, but you never complained. Not once. You always let him watch the news even though you would rather watch something else. You even lent some books to him. They were in such good condition he couldn't believe his eyes. It was like reading a brand-new book. So yeah, he really tried to act like it was nothing but a silly crush, but after hearing the way you moan daddy he can’t stop himself anymore. It was as if you awakened something inside him.

He doesn’t know what to do. Should he take his time or just get over with it? He keeps his fingers loose, stroking himself up and down slowly while his head still rests on the tiles. Even with minimal effort, it feels so good. He gently cups his balls, massaging them and imagining you are the one doing it. You are the one touching the most intimate parts of his body. You are the one ready to satisfy his growing need.

“Oh fuck.” A moan escapes his lips. The shower is running and you don’t have a super hearing like him, so he knows he’s safe. Still, it feels like it’s something he shouldn’t be doing. He shouldn’t be touching himself. He shouldn’t be moaning like this, yet you are so beautiful and needy… He already wanted you before hearing how you sound in bed, but now he wants you even more. He wants to be the one to bring you pleasure. He wants to be the one that satisfies all your needs so much that you would never need to touch yourself. Unless it’s to tease him.

He’s feeling guilty. So fucking guilty, but there’s no way he could stop now. Imagining you does something to him. There’s this primal need in his abdomen, building up.

His fingers tighten around his cock, moving faster than before, and he presses his lips together, trying not to make a sound. He keeps rubbing on that one sensitive part of his cock and finally, he starts coming with a choke. He keeps stroking himself, thinking it will be over soon, but it doesn’t end. There’s so much come that it surprises him. His hands continue pumping and his come paints the bathroom tiles immediately. He takes a deep breath when he’s done, trying to collect himself.

It feels like his head is spinning. He had been masturbating for quite some time, but he doesn’t remember the last time it felt this good. He opens his eyes, trying to ground himself, and all that shame he feels comes rushing in while looking at the mess he made. He groans loudly and then reaches for the showerhead. It doesn’t take long for him to clean the shower and then himself with the thought of you is still on the back of his mind. He is soaping himself, scrubbing, and then rinsing while trying to convince himself that it isn’t a big deal. It’s just masturbation. It’s normal.

Of course, he knows how normal it is. It’s like breathing, eating, or drinking water. His body needs it so he gave in, but listening to you and touching himself while thinking about you… That’s where he crossed the line. He knows it, yet he can’t bring himself to wish he never heard you. He might be a creep or a pervert, it doesn’t matter. Your voice, the way you sound while coming, and the way you touch yourself are stacked in his memory forever. It’s something no one can take away from him.

Sighing, he steps out of the shower. Drying himself doesn’t take too long. When he steps into the living room, all that welcomes him is silence. You are still in your bedroom, God knows doing what. The TV is off, and nothing seems to have moved since he ran to the bathroom. So he’s safe. You haven’t heard or suspected anything.

Quietly, he goes back to his room, finds something to put on and just looks in the mirror. Is he really too old for you or is that all in his mind? He doesn’t look older than 35, but that doesn’t change when he was born.

What if you are into that, though? What if you really like older guys? That would change everything, wouldn’t it? You would like that he’s older than you. Maybe you would even call him daddy, just like you did in your fantasy. That thought makes the blood rush back to his cock, making him feel the arousal running through his veins once again. Like he didn’t masturbate in the shower a couple of minutes ago. 

He knows his anatomy by now. He knows he’s able to get hard again pretty quickly thanks to the super soldier serum, but he hasn’t been this horny for a long time. Especially not because of the thought of someone, but the thought of you calling him daddy… 

Jesus… It makes him so hard!

Sighing, he drops his whole weight on the bed and closes his eyes, fighting the urge to touch himself again. It’s for the best if he stops thinking about you and focuses on something else, isn’t it? He tries to think of something, anything that could take his mind off of you, but nothing, absolutely nothing is more interesting. Nothing he tries to focus on lasts. His mind goes running back to you, imagining how you would look the moment he would push himself inside you. How your mouth would open, how you would throw your head back, and how wonderful it would feel.

That thought does it. It breaks his resistance. All the effort he put into not touching himself again goes out of the window, especially once he imagines you saying “Harder, please, daddy, I need it harder.” His hand goes under his boxers, slowly toying with his cock. It feels like he didn’t touch himself today, and the need is even stronger now. After a couple of strokes, he realizes he can’t move his hand properly like this, so he pushes down his shorts and boxers at the same, creating some space for movement. 

He looks down at his cock, already oozing with precum. His flesh hand moves on top of the head and smears it all the way down, making it easier for him to play with himself. He sets a steady rhythm, testing what feels right, but his precum isn’t enough to make it enjoyable. That’s when he reaches for his nightstand and takes out the bottle of lube. His metal hand works fast, opening the bottle and putting a generous amount on hisnhand, before he puts it back and starts to touch himself. 

Now it feels much better. His hand works seamlessly from the top to the bottom, repeating the same movement a couple of times. He tries to get lost in his fantasies but something feels off. He isn’t sure what it is because what he’s doing is enjoyable. Something is not enough. Maybe he should work faster. So that’s what he tries. His hand starts to move faster on his cock, but that’s not helping. 

He’s pretty sure this is what his body wants especially because he’s still rock hard. Should he be more gentle and take his sweet time? That doesn’t seem to work, either. Does he need a tighter grip? Maybe, but he can’t do more with his flesh hand. He glances at his metal hand for the first time since he started. He never used it to pleasure himself before. The flesh looked and seemed more appealing than metal, yet right now it’s not enough.

There’s a first time for everything.

He reaches for the lube once again. This time he uses his flesh hand and pours some on his metal one as he tries to convince himself that this is not a bad idea.

He goes right back into touching himself, just with his metal hand this time. It feels different, really different, and surprisingly okay. It doesn’t feel as warm. The texture is completely different yet it somehow works. His fingers start to work faster, his thumb brushing over the head and, thanks to the lube, it starts to feel much better than he ever expected. His reluctance slowly fades away and he decides to test how fast he can move his metal hand and how much his cock can actually take it. As he paces up, pleasure starts to build so unexpectedly. He takes a deep breath but keeps moving his hand. His head is now thrown back while with the flesh hand, he cups his balls, gently massaging them.

“Oh god…”

He doesn’t realize that he's just said that out loud. He just keeps working on himself, letting his whole body relax under that pleasure. He really didn’t intend to focus on you this time, but here you are again, in his mind. The image of you on top of him… You with all your charm and cuteness, touching him, making him feel this good while he takes your nipples into his mouth and sucks them until you can’t take it anymore. It drives you crazy, so you beg him to fuck you. Just like you begged while touching yourself.

“Please, please, please… I really need it, please…”

He can hear it so clearly like you are here and really begging him. There’s nothing he wouldn’t do to make that really happen.

“Anything you want, doll.”

His fingers move like they have a mind of their own. He knows he should slow down a little, make this one last a bit longer because it feels amazing, but his metal hand isn’t listening to him.

“Oh fuck, fuck.” 

He knows he’s about to come. He can feel it. It’s right there, just a few strokes away. He loses his damn mind imagining you under him, split open, and getting railed by him. God, that would feel so fucking good! You looking at him with those big beautiful eyes and begging him for more… Then your name slips out of his lips like it’s the most natural thing to say at that moment. 

Right when he’s about to come, a loud noise comes from the living room. Like something has just got shattered into pieces. His eyes fly open. He grabs his shorts and puts them on quickly, tucking his freaking erection away, and opens his door to see you standing there with an oversized T-shirt on. The glass you were probably holding is on the ground, but you don’t seem to care about that. You are looking at him with wide eyes and an open mouth.

Shit! She heard me.

This might sound weird, but if anyone ever wants to discuss Fran and Maxwell from “ The Nanny,” I’m around. The fandom unfortunately isn’t super active these days.They have great chemistry, and I think there’s a lot to unpack there.