#dadsbestfriend!au

[violentdelightsandviolentends]

Honey Girl.

Synopsis - The Universe shows you your soulmate when it feels like you need them most. When you least expect it, you're given yours - Bucky Barnes. Your Dad's best friend. You can try to refuse it all you like; but the Universe wants what it wants. There's no denying fate.

Pairing - Dad'sBestFriend!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader - soulmate au

Age Rating - 18+

Word Count - 5.1k

Warnings - cursing. sexual content towards the end. mild alcohol consumption. age gap. smut in next chapter(s).

Author's Note - part one is finally here!! thank you so much to everyone who asked to be tagged, and who liked and reblogged the masterlist. i am SO excited to share this with you. i've built this world in my head and trust me it is gorgeous - salty ocean breezes, sunsoaked sailboats and billowing white linen shirts. i hope you can lose yourself in my little seaside town with bucky for the time it takes you to read this, just as i did while writing it. i can't wait to write more of this series for you x

as always, reblogs, comments and feedback (even anonymous feedback!) are immensely appreciated!! your reblogs are the only way to circulate my fics, which keeps me going <3

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Chapter Two. Chapter Three. Chapter Four. Chapter Five. Chapter Six. Chapter Seven. Chapter Eight.

Tethering /tɛð(ə)rɪŋ/

An event in which two soulmates are bound together forever. Only occurs when the Universe decides it is time. No sooner, no later.

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The gentle ocean breeze gives you a moment of respite from the scorching sun that's beating down. You're half asleep, laying on the cool tile of your balcony when your phone rings.

"Babe! Babe! Babe!"

"Lacie? Are you okay? What's wrong?"

"I am freaking out right now, oh my god. I didn't know who to call. You'll never guess what just happened to me!"

You can guess. In fact, you already have.

Lacie's Tethering. It's finally happened.

You're taught, growing up, that your Tethering is the biggest moment of your life. It shapes who you are forever. Sets you on your eternal path. You're presented with your soulmate in a big display of love and affection and metaphorical fireworks. It's supposed to be magical.

You wish people would shut up about it.

The World seems to be split into two categories - the people that have been Tethered, and the people that haven't.

You fall into the latter.

You're repeatedly told it'll happen one day. It'll happen when the time is right. It'll happen when you least expect it.

You're not sure you ever want it to happen.

The idea that the Universe determines the person you're with forever has never sat right with you. What happened to free will? What happened to personal preference? You believe you should at least have a choice in the matter. It's your future, after all.

Not everyone shares the same sentiment.

"Babe, you still there?"

Lacie's excitement filled voice pulls you back to reality.

"Yeah, I'm here."

"Are you busy? Can you meet me for coffee, like, now?"

You take a deep breath and plaster a fake smile on your face.

"Sure. I'll see you in ten."

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"Oh my god babe, it was just incredible! You won't even believe it. There's nothing like it, truly."

You remind yourself quickly that Lacie is your best friend, and that you owe it to her to be happy for her. Personal feelings about soulmates aside.

"Tell me all about it, Lace!" you encourage, grabbing a hold of her hand excitedly.

The blonde girl squeals before shuffling closer to you, pressing her knees against yours.

"Okay, so. Picture this. I'm at my gym, doing my usual routine. I'm wearing my super cute pink Lulu Lemon set, you know the one with the flowers?"

She waits for you to nod in affirmation before she continues.

"So, I accidentally drop a weight on the ground, and it makes the biggest noise. I'm super embarrassed, and I'm trying to pick it up, but it's so heavy. And then, the hottest guy I have ever seen appears. Like, seriously gorgeous."

As much as you despise the whole soulmate thing, you can't deny how happy Lacie seems. She's almost vibrating with it, bouncing up and down in her seat.

"He comes over and picks it up for me, sets in back on the rack. And then he introduces himself, and shakes my hand, and it happened."

"What was it like?" you smile, eager for her to carry on.

"Like fucking magic."

You've heard that before. A million times. From literally everyone. Surely it can't be that magical if billions of people have experienced it.

"Magic?" you prompt.

"It is indescribable, babe. It's like... it's like everything just falls into place. Like everything finally makes sense!"

She jumps out of her chair, hugging you tightly. She's practically sat on your lap in the coffee shop, but neither of you really care.

"So, what's his name? What's he like?"

"His name is Cameron. He's new in town, he just moved here for work. He's a personal trainer, so he's like, super fit. And gorgeous. Did I mention gorgeous?"

"Maybe once or twice," you laugh.

"I'm so happy," Lacie whispers, emotion choking her voice. "I can't believe it finally happened. This is the day I've been waiting for since I was a little girl."

You hug her tighter, and ignore the look you get from the barista.

"I love you," she declares, suddenly serious. "You know that me being Tethered now doesn't change that, right?"

"I know," you confirm. "I love you too, Lace. I'm really happy for you."

You genuinely mean it. Lacie has talked about meeting her soulmate every day since you met her in the 3rd grade. You may have never quite shared her enthusiasm, but you admire her passion. And you adore her, more than anyone.

"So, what now? Are you gonna get married tomorrow and run off into the sunset?"

"I'm choosing to ignore your sarcasm because I know you're using it as a coping mechanism," she tells you pointedly. "And I know that there's a tiny part of you that wishes you'd been Tethered already, so you don't have to deal with everyone talking to you about it."

Jackpot. She's read you like a book.

"No, we're not getting married tomorrow," she rolls her eyes before continuing, "but we are going on a real date tonight. We're gonna get dinner and get to know each other. Isn't this crazy? I'm going on a date with the guy I'm gonna be spending the rest of my life with!"

"That is kinda crazy, actually," you laugh. "What are you gonna wear?"

"It doesn't matter - we're going to be together forever anyway!"

You make Lacie promise to send you a picture of her outfit as you're leaving the coffee shop, which she agrees to with glee. On your way home, you pick up some of your Mom's favourite wine, and prepare yourself for another soulmate based conversation that will inevitably happen when you tell your parents the events of the day at dinner tonight.

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"Hi, sweetheart!" your Dad beams as you step through the front door of your childhood home.

"Hey, Dad," you greet, allowing him to pull you in for a hug. "Where's Mom? I brought wine."

"Kitchen," he gestures with a nod of his head. "She's making that mango dessert you like."

Walking into your Mother's kitchen is like dipping your feet into a pool on a scorching hot day. The windows are propped open, curtains billowing softly in the wind. The ocean breeze drifts through the room, ruffling your Mom's dress and floating the hair away from her face. The evening sun beams in, illuminating the space with a golden glow. It smells like fresh fruit, mint, and salt water. It's a haven.

"Hi, Mama."

"Oh, my love! Just in time. I was about to call you to see if you were alright."

She makes her way over to you and kisses you on the head swiftly, before walking to the cabinet to grab wine glasses.

"Sorry I'm a little later than I said. I changed my outfit three times - it's warmer than I thought it was going to be."

"I know! Summer, finally. We've been waiting long enough."

She takes the bottle of wine from your hand and pours it into the glasses.

"You've poured four, Mama."

"Didn't your Dad tell you? Bucky's joining us for dinner."

"Oh. No, he didn't mention anything."

"He's back from his vacation. He promised he'd show us all of the pictures he took!"

She grabs the glasses and floats out of the room, leaving you alone in the kitchen, thoughts of Bucky Barnes swirling around like dust in the sunlight.

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James Buchanan Barnes. Bucky.

Your Dad's best friend.

They met a few years ago, when Bucky moved to town. He said he was looking for something quieter, sick of city living. He wanted to slow down a bit, finally take a breath.

He was out for a run around town, getting his bearings, when he stopped your Dad on the driveway to ask about his car. They bonded over their love for motorcycles and vintage vehicles, and the rest is history.

Bucky's been a regular fixture in your life for so long, you can't remember a time before. All you know, is that it was probably a little more peaceful. His boyish charm is infectious, bringing out the youth in your Dad. They're like teenagers, when they're together. Long lost frat brothers, your Mom jokes.

She's got a soft spot for him. Most people do. It might have something to do with the fact he's devastatingly handsome.

It's no secret that Bucky Barnes is a ladies man. He is without even trying. He's charming, gorgeous, funny in all the right ways. He's mysterious, but not disarming. Tough, but not scary. Rebellious, but not a liability. He's a catch.

A catch, with a taste for beautiful women.

Your Dad always jokes that he's the towns most eligible bachelor. You can't count on two hands the amount of women you know that have dated him - but nothing seems to stick. He isn't Tethered, after all.

Some people choose not to date, if they haven't met their soulmate. They wait and wait, and when the time comes, they're complete. Others take pleasure in dating before it happens. Might as well make the most of the freedom, Bucky said once. You can't help but agree.

Might as well make the most of the freedom.

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"Hey, buddy!" you hear from the hallway. You make your way out of the kitchen to be met with the sight of Bucky, sun-kissed and practically glowing. His hair has a few light streaks from the sun, and the faint freckles on his cheeks are more prominent now. His steel blue eyes meet yours, mischief rife in them.

"Hi, honey," he greets, draping an arm around your shoulders. He kisses you on the cheek, light stubble scratching your skin. You throw an arm around his back and look up at him.

"There's no way this tan is natural," you tease, nudging him slightly.

"It makes me even more gorgeous, doesn't it?" he jokes, winking at you. He squeezes your shoulder before letting go, grabbing a bottle of wine from his bag.

"I brought your favourite, Lori."

"So did I," you echo, laughing.

"Great minds, honey. Great minds!"

"You can never have too much wine," your Mom yells out from the kitchen doorway. "Bring it in here, Buck. I'll put it in the refrigerator."

"Yes ma'am," he obliges, making his way to her with a smile on his face.

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"Guess what happened today," you begin, in between bites of your strawberry salad.

The three of them look at you intently, urging you to continue.

"Lacie got Tethered."

"How exciting!" your Mom squeals.

"That's a long time coming," Bucky chimes in. You look at him and smirk.

"Tell me about it."

"Here we go," your Dad smiles. "Our two anti soulmate protestors."

"Don't make it sound so political," Bucky laughs. "She's the only one that gets it."

"I've said it a thousand times, and I'll say it again. Just. You. Wait," your Mom lectures. "The two of you don't get it."

"Magic, fireworks, eternal love, blah blah blah. Trust me, I get it."

"She gets it," Bucky echoes. "And so do I. The Universe decides our fate, and we get no choice whatsoever. I don't believe in it, is all. I have no faith in the system. I should get to choose."

"But you feel like you are choosing," your Dad defends. "It didn't feel like it was being determined for me. It's hard to explain."

"It's just so... backwards," you justify. "I can't believe we live in a Universe where we have all the choices in the world, but don't get to choose the person we spend the rest of our lives with."

"It's worked out pretty well for us," your Mom smiles.

And it has. The first thing anyone notices when they meet your parents is that they are undeniably in love. You've never met two people more perfect for each other - which should solidify your belief in the Universe, really. But it doesn't. You can't explain where your lack of faith in it came from. It just appeared one day, and you haven't been able to shake it since. You're grateful every day to have two Tethered, happy, smitten parents. You've seen how hard it is for people with Untethered Mothers and Fathers. The judgment, the uncertainty, the hushed whispers. It sounds unbearable.

"Yes it did," your Dad confirms, shaking you from your thoughts. He reaches for your Mom's hand and kisses the back of it tenderly, eyes never once leaving hers. You look to Bucky next to you, who smiles at you gently. Feelings about soulmates aside, the both of you love these two people sat across the table with all your heart.

"Trust me, sweetheart," your Mom begins. "I know you're against the idea now - God knows I was the same at your age. But when it happens, you'll forget about all of your rebellion. You'll just be happy."

You nod in agreement, praying for the conversation to be over. As if he can read your mind, Bucky pipes up.

"Let me show you some pictures from Italy. I did promise I would."

You shoot him a grateful look before picking up your empty wine glass and making your way to the kitchen for a refill.

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The dining room is now lit solely by candlelight, wax dripping onto the white lace tablecloth like condensation on a cold glass. The sun fell asleep hours ago, the four of you enjoying each others company with no regard for time.

"Oh, shit. It's late," your Dad says suddenly.

"You got big late night plans?" you tease.

"We have Clara and Mike's wedding at the weekend, so we're flying out tomorrow. We should probably get some sleep, so we're not exhausted."

Your Mom rises from her chair and kisses you on the head, before grabbing the dessert bowls from the table. Your Dad helps, smiling every time his hand brushes hers accidentally.

"Thanks for coming, kiddo. Your place next week?"

"Of course. I think I'll try that salmon recipe you sent me."

"Can't wait," your Dad assures you, giving you a one sided hug. He squeezes you once before letting you go to grab your shoes.

You can hear your parents saying their goodbyes to Bucky as you tie your laces, smoothing out the skirt of your dress as you stand. They all join you in the hallway, Bucky leaning over to grab his jacket from behind you. Fuck, he smells good.

"Have a great time at the wedding, you guys. Send me pictures, please!" you say as you hug your Mom goodbye.

"We will! Drive home safe, the both of you!"

They shut the door softly, leaving you and Bucky stood on the porch. The evening air chills your bare legs, salt in the breeze sticking to your lips.

"Where's your car?" he asks, looking around.

"Oh, I walked. It was a nice day, and I'm trying to be a little greener. Save the planet, and all," you chuckle.

"You want a ride, then?" he offers, leaning against the side of his truck.

"Uh - maybe," you hesitate, shifting your weight from foot to foot. You feel antsy, for some reason. There's a buzz flowing through your veins, making you a little restless.

"Maybe?" he smirks.

"I just, I'm not sure if I wanna go home yet. It might be that I've had three glasses of wine, but I'm kinda... jittery? Think I need to burn off some energy. Maybe I'll walk home."

"Like hell you will," he grumbles.

You quirk a brow in confusion.

"It's dark, and all those college kids are in town on their break. I don't trust 'em."

You fight to keep the grin off your face. You weirdly like it when Bucky gets protective. He's always so calm, so relaxed - it takes a lot to rile him up. He looks hot with a clenched jaw.

"Why don't we go somewhere?"

"Where?" you ask tentatively.

"I don't know," he thinks for a second. "How about the beach?"

You smile, gazing at him with a twinkle in your eyes.

"I fucking love the beach."

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The ocean waves break the shore steadily, the repetitive pattern calming you both. You're sat on the sand, grains slipping through your hands where you're pouring it out through your fingers. The light of the moon reflects off the surface of the sea, illuminating the abandoned cove. It's just you, Bucky, and the night sky.

The alcohol in your system has evened you out, warm buzz keeping you sheltered from the chill. Bucky's stretched out next to you, strong arms folded underneath his head. His shirt rides up slightly, exposing a slither of sun kissed skin. You pretend not to notice his Adonis belt, or the little trail of hair that leads down into his waistband.

The silence is easy, comfortable. You don't get to hang out like this often, just the two of you. It's nice.

A notification on your phone breaks through the tranquility. You both flinch.

"Sorry," you mutter, checking the screen. "It's Lacie, telling me about her perfect date."

He chuckles lowly at your tone, sitting up to look at you.

"This is hard for you, isn't it?" he asks. "You hate the whole soulmate thing, but you like seeing her happy."

Bingo. It's like he's read your mind.

"I don't know why I hate it so much" you confess quietly. "It's a part of life. I can't avoid it. I just think - what if... what if I'm like, the exception, or something? What if I never meet my soulmate - or - what if I meet them when I'm like, seventy? That happens, you know! And then I'll be fucking cursed to spend my entire life feeling like this."

"And what is this?"

"Hopeless. That's what this is. I just feel pretty fucking hopeless."

You're not sure why you're baring your soul to Bucky tonight. You could blame the wine, but you know that's not what it is. Maybe it's because he seems to be the only one that understands.

"Me too," he whispers.

You whip your head around to stare at him in shock. He laughs at the look on your face, and continues.

"You're young - you have time. I'm forty in a couple of years. Every single one of my friends is married to their soulmate - except for me."

You bite at your lip nervously, but refuse to tear your eyes away from his steel blue ones. His face is lit by the glow from the moon, and it takes your breath away for a second. He looks almost ethereal.

"You always act so... unbothered. I didn't realise... I guess I just, I didn't -" you try to gather your thoughts before continuing. "This fucking sucks, huh?"

He laughs with his whole chest, and you're convinced the sound is so special, so rare, that you should bottle it. Sell it as medicine. It'd cure anything, you're sure of it.

"Yeah, it does," he agrees with a chuckle. "It's the waiting around that's the worst part. The unknown. It could be minutes, it could be decades. I just don't know."

"At least for now, we have each other," you joke.

"Every cloud has a silver lining, huh?" he teases, nudging you with his shoulder.

You allow your weight to press into his side a little, leaning in. He's warm, and he's familiar, and in this moment, he understands you better than anyone else in the world.

"We'll be okay, honey," he murmurs. "It'll all work out the way it's supposed to."

You close your eyes, and allow his words and the breaking waves to calm your nerves. Bucky wraps an arm around you, and all the tension melts from your muscles.

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You're not sure if it's the honest conversation, or the brisk ocean breeze, but you've sobered up in record time. Your body registers this, and sends a shiver down your spine.

"You cold?" Bucky asks you. "You wanna go home?"

"Not yet," you whisper. "Not yet."

He shrugs off his worn brown leather jacket and slips it over your shoulders. It smells so strongly of him that it makes you dizzy. Bucky settles back down in his original place, returning his arm to where it was draped over you. His rough fingertips rub patterns into the material that now covers your arms, and you wish, for a fleeting moment, that it was your bare skin instead.

"You been working on anything new recently?" he enquires in a hushed tone, careful not to ruin the atmosphere.

"I made a damn good batch of macarons yesterday," you reply, beaming smile etched across your face. "Raspberry and lemon. I'll bring you some, next time I pass the Garage. You're gonna love them."

"You know, I think the only reason I ever get Mechanic of the Month is because you bring by all of your sweet treats."

You laugh melodiously, and the sound makes Bucky's heart stutter in his chest without warning.

"Happy to be of service," you tease. "I take requests, too, if you ever want something specific. Just let me know."

"You're the best, sugar."

You sink into Bucky's hold a little, daring to rest your head on his shoulder. When he doesn't stop you, you exhale, and relax even more.

"Are you working tomorrow?" he asks.

"Nope. You?"

"Nah. I'm going sailing, finally. It's been way too fuckin' long," he grumbles. "Your Dad's usually my right hand man, but he'll be in Ohio. You wanna come?"

The idea of laying on the deck of a boat in the blazing sunshine with a shirtless Bucky Barnes sounds like heaven. Who could say no to an offer like that?

"Yeah, of course. I'll bring a picnic, if you like. It's the least I can do."

"Sounds perfect," he replies, squeezing your shoulder.

Suddenly, he rises to his feet, extending a hand out to you. You grab it, and he pulls you up, the both of you shaking sand off yourselves.

"It's late, and dark, and a little cold. You ready to go?"

You nod your head, and make your way over to his truck, ignoring the heat that blooms over your chest when he opens the passenger door for you before his own.

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"Thank you, for tonight," you say as he pulls up in front of your apartment building.

"Thank you," he replies, killing the engine. "It's nice to have you back, you know. Wondered if you were gonna finish college and stay out there in California. Thought we might not see you again."

He almost sounds... relieved. The idea that he might have missed you if you didn't return effects you more than it should.

"I liked it there, but... I don't know. My family's here. I'm only twenty three. I've got time to move around the country. I missed this place too much when I was away."

"Never thought I'd hear you say that," he chuckles.

"I know, trust me. They do say absence makes the heart grow fonder."

"Yeah, they say a lot of fuckin' things," he jokes.

Bucky swings his door open, hopping down from the drivers seat. He makes his way over to your side, holding out a hand so you can jump out.

"Careful," he warns. "It's higher than it looks."

You grab his hand, and step onto the metal sill. Your foot slips slightly, sending you tumbling down and forward, out of the truck. Luckily, Bucky catches you, one hand in yours, other on your hip.

"Woah, easy. You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm good," you breathe.

He places his hands on your cheeks and cradles your face, searching for any signs of distress. You place your palms over his, silently reassuring him.

And then, it happens.

Warm, golden, molten electricity surges through your veins, lighting up each and every one of your nerve endings. Your surroundings explode into glorious technicolour, everything suddenly brighter and more vibrant. It feels like your heart is being ripped out of your chest, only to be replaced by one that beats in a slightly different rhythm. There's flowers blooming in your ribcage, new life happening inside of you. You catch eyes with Bucky, expecting to see his stormy blue ones looking back at you. Instead, all you see is your future.

Vivid, flashing images of Bucky Barnes fill your mind, each one of them tinted with a warm, rosy hue. You feel like you're being reinvented. Your skin is alive, hyperaware of the way Bucky's palms are still gently cupping your cheeks. Your fingertips tingle with anticipation where they rest on his, itching to touch every inch of him. You feel as if the oxygen has been stolen from your lungs, and replaced with love.

Your knees are the first to buckle, the weight of the moment taking you down. You hit the ground, and so does Bucky, his palms not once leaving your face. You're both kneeling on the warm concrete, ocean waves providing a distant soundtrack. Blood is rushing in your ears, and you wonder for a second if you're about to pass out. You squeeze Bucky's hands so hard, it's a miracle you don't break his fingers. He squeezes back, eyes locked on one another.

After what feels like an eternity, you both break out of your reverie. You lean forward, resting your forehead against Bucky's, both of you panting.

You're trying to catch your breath unsuccessfully. You move one of your hands to rest on Bucky's chest, right on his heart. You swear the steady beat of it spells out your name.

He mirrors you, and moves his own hand to rest above your frantic heart, the other still glued to your cheek. You both breathe, in and out, trying to match each other. When you finally do, it's as if time stops. It's just you and Bucky. One heartbeat. One soul.

You break away from him to look into his eyes again. They look different, you think. He looks different.

He gazes back at you, cheeks flushed and chest heaving. The moonlight dances off your faces, illuminating the moment both your lives changed forever.

"It's you," he breathes in disbelief.

A laugh escapes your chest, surprising you both. He chuckles with you, and before you know it, the both of you are in hysterics, sitting on the sidewalk at three in the morning.

"Of course it's me," you giggle. "The two people that hate soulmates, Tethered together. You couldn't write it."

Bucky grins at you, clutching at his stomach.

You both take a breath, and realise your surroundings. Bucky gets up first, heaving you up by your arms. He towers over you, suddenly close. Not close enough, you decide. Never close enough.

You lunge forward and crash your lips to his. Bucky instinctively wraps one arm around your back, moving his other hand to hold you by the back of your neck. He tastes like salt and spearmint and every kiss for the rest of your life.

Bucky presses himself into you, attempting to tangle your bodies together. He wants to feel every inch of you against his skin, willing you to come closer. He aches to climb into you, sew himself into your ribcage. He'd be content to live there, beating your heart, forever.

You whine, and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, exploring eagerly. You tilt your head back, and fist your hands into his shirt, plastering yourself to his front. He shoves his thigh in between your legs, the rough denim a welcome contrast to your soft skin. You buck your hips forward, and the friction is so delicious it makes you dizzy. You've never been kissed like this. It's almost feral. You're both surrendering to your fates, giving in to the animalistic urges coursing through you.

A seagull caws on a nearby street lamp, and the sound makes you both jump. You suddenly realise your scenario. Your Dad's best friend, who also happens to be your soulmate, has you pressed against his truck in the street, kissing you like he's running out of air and you're his only oxygen source. If it goes any further, you'll both get arrested for public indecency.

"Fuck, sugar," he murmurs against your mouth. "My pretty girl. My honey."

"My soulmate," you whisper.

The reality of it comes crashing down like a tsunami, drenching the both of you.

Bucky kisses you again, gentler this time. The tenderness makes you want to cry.

"What do we do now?" you mumble, fear coating your voice.

He senses your trepidation instantly. He feels it, actually, right in the front of his chest. It's like you suddenly share one body. There's no guessing, anymore. He knows exactly how you feel.

He takes a deep breath, trying to settle his building anxiety. He knows that if he stays calm, you'll stay calm. That's how Tethering works, right? He has to keep it together for the both of you, despite the panic that's rising in him, vibrating in his bones.

"How about... how about we both go to bed, get some sleep - and then we go sailing, later on today, just like we planned? And no matter what, we take everything one step at a time."

"One step at a time," you repeat, attempting to pacify you both.

"We'll figure it out," he reassures. "I know we will."

You find the will to step apart, which proves harder than you thought. It's like Bucky's an anchor - fastening you to peace, to happiness, to serenity. The more distance you put between your bodies, the more unsettled you feel. When you're not touching him, it's as if everything becomes unsteady, more difficult. You feel like you're on a rogue sailboat, battling the waves, threatened to be thrown overboard. Bucky is your lifevest, your lighthouse in the dark night. You're not sure how you're supposed to live your life any more than two feet away from him at all times.

You breathe, and smooth down your dress, running your fingers through your hair. You reach out and adjust Bucky's shirt where it's been wrinkled due to your tight grip.

"Goodnight, sweetheart," he murmurs, fingers tangling around your own.

"Goodnight, Buck," you echo.

He leans in to press a chaste kiss to your lips, savouring the taste of your cherry lip balm. He wraps his arms around you, unable to resist. Bucky breathes you in deeply, smiling uncontrollably. Nudging your nose with his, he murmurs gently against your mouth.

"My honey girl."

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[pinkiebieberpie]

i'm still not over new seb content and that means new moodboard: for me it's a mix between mob!bucky and dbf!bucky so why not both??? he cares only about sex (at the beginning of your relationship), but when the feelings are involved? bucky would do anything for you!!! "i love you so much, baby, i would give you the world", "i know we have to keep our relationship as a secret, but i really want to go out with you, your dad will never know"; also he loves touching you, you could think he is touch starved 24/7; mob!dbf!bucky loves when you are in control, don't get me wrong, this man would dom you and he will do it so well, but just imagine him being a whining, pathetic mess under you??? yes.

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[noctumbra]

         𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆

summary ─ your father’s best friend, who happens to be your secret boyfriend, knows exactly how to love on you. 

pairing ─ dadsbestfriend!bucky barnes x reader

warnings ─ smut, +18, kissing, teasing, pet names, reader is in her late 20s, bucky is in his late 40s, he’s rich as fuck, kitchen sex, nipple play, oral sex (f receiving), protected sex, dirty talk, light breeding kink, wall sex, light choking/breath play, bucky is also a dilf, like he has an ex wife and kids lol

a/n ─ this fic is totally inspired by the latest sebastian pics where he had mid-length hair and beard. he looked rough and such a daddy, i had to write it lmao. my smut skills are waning?? idk i’m not so sure about the ending. i hope you like it <3 please leave a comment if you do! thank youuu <333

The restaurant you were dining in with your parents and their friends was a fancy one. The chandeliers were heavy looking where they were hanging off the ceiling; the light they beamed was a soft, yellow one that didn’t hurt your eyes. General color scheme of the place was muted colors: Beige, black and brown. The people dining here with you were talking quietly to each other, laughing kindly and discussing stuff under their breath, so you could actually hear the soft, classical music playing on the background.

The company you had for tonight’s dinner wasn’t an unpleasant one. In fact, it was your favorite type of company to have, the kind that you didn’t mind spending a lot of time with. So, you were munching on your food happily, a small smile on your face, as you occasionally joined the conversation.

“How is work going, sweetheart?”

Your stomach fluttered at the voice. The smile on your face got a little bigger. You chewed and swallowed your food, gently wiping your mouth after. Looking up, your eyes met with his steel blue ones.

James Barnes.

He was your father’s best friend from his university years. Both of them got in trouble together, but they also helped each other out of trouble. They were inseparable duo. James had established a company with your father’s help, and ever since that moment, they did everything together.

That meant, you saw him around your house awful lot.

Not that you were complaining.

You cleared your throat. “It’s fine,” you replied. “Things were a bit busy for the past couple of weeks, but it settled down now. Apparently, when the shipping company fucks up, it affects even the ones that don’t work with the shipping.” You shrugged, sighing. You could see the sympathetic look on your father’s face because you knew he understood what you meant.

“Yeah, some shipping companies think they rule the world,” James grumbled. “They understand that they’re not that important once you drop them, though.” He winked at you with darkened eyes. You barely surpassed a shiver.

“Y-yes,” you murmured. “I can’t drop them, though, I’m not in charge.” James hummed as he chewed his food. You watched the way his jaw worked under the thickness of his beard. You tried to ignore the gray patches in it.

“I’ve been telling you to come work for me, but you keep refusing it,” James said. He cut his steak with one swipe of his knife and stabbed it with his fork. “Your father agrees although he refuses to push you into stuff.” He sent an annoyed look to your father who swiftly ignored it and focused his attention on you.

“She likes the company she works at the moment,” your father said. “She went there with dreams; I don’t want to take that away from her. You know that well, Barnes,” your father added and sent a stinky eye back to James.

James waved a dismissive hand on the air. “That company has been dying for a while now. I know you know that.” Then, he fixated those steel blue eyes on you. “She knows it, too. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have been whining about a damn shipping. Would you, honey?”

You felt your whole body started to heat up. You shakily nodded. “Ever since our boss changed, the stuff I wanted to make it happen in the company also changed, dad,” you said. You took a deep breath. “That jerk has been making some stuff totally hell for us, and he enjoys that we suffer.” James dropped his fork and knife and laid back on his chair in a very relaxed but dominating manner.

“See? It’s dying,” he said to your father and then turned back to you. “Come work for me, then.” You gasped softly. “I know you’re this close to quitting, so resign already and come work for me. Our head manager for international relations is going to retire in a month or so, he handed his papers to me already. I can talk to him and get him to retire a couple weeks earlier than he planned. I’ll give him a slight bonus for it, too.”

You opened and closed your mouth like a fish out of water at his offer. It was generous: Starting you as a head manager right this second. Although it was partially your father’s company, it still felt a little weird to snatch that rank just like that. It was a way too good offer to pass it up, though. You sighed.

“Come on, love,” James murmured softly. “You gonna take it, I can see it in your eyes, so just say yes already.” You playfully rolled your eyes at his words.

“What, you gonna give me a slight bonus, too, if I say yes now?” You asked him, teasing him without thinking. Momentarily, you froze, but when you saw the mischievous sparks in his eyes you loosened up a bit.

“Is that your way of asking for more money? You got it,” James shrugged. “I know your work. I also know how hard you work. So, giving you a raise and promotion is no big deal.” Your heart threatened to beat in your mouth as your stomach did some flips at his words. “Gotta hear the verbal approvement, though,” James added.

“Fine,” you grumbled. “Yes, I’ll come work with you.” He beamed.

“Excellent. I’ll expect to see you at 9AM on Tuesday. Have the Monday for resigning and getting your stuff in order,” James commanded softly and made a move to go back to his food before his phone stopped him from doing so. Frowning, he pulled his phone out of his inner breast pocket of his suit and grimaced when he saw who was calling him. “Excuse me.” He got up and walked outside to take the call. You watched him leave and wide eyes.

Usually, when he took calls outside, it only meant one thing: It was his ex-wife calling.

Their divorce was a messy one: First, she cheated; then, she tried to steal money from him as if he refused to give her any, and then, she literally tried to kidnap their kids, thinking James would get them. Actually, it would be James who’d get them with this behavior of hers, but James talked to the Jury to give the kids to her. He loved his kids, loved them very much and deeply, but he knew how attached they were to their mother, so he refused to separate them. So, now he was only seeing them on weekends and sometimes during weekdays during dinners.

Even though they were divorced for six years now, his ex-wife never let him go fully. It was annoying.

She latched onto him more after they got divorced. She was clearly having personal problems, but this behavior of hers had become really tiring after a while. You remembered clearly that she tried to convince James to not get that divorce for like four times before James just blocked her out of his life until the divorce settled. It never stopped her from bothering him at unexpected times, though. Like now.

You watched him end the call and stuff his phone in his pocket angrily before making his way inside. He sat back in his chair, clearing his throat and grabbing his utensils, and started cutting his steak with a little more force than he should be applying. You moved your foot until it found his, and you gave him a small nudge. He looked up.

“Is everything okay?” You asked him silently, being extra careful for others to not hear you. He nodded.

“She’s being her usual self, nothin’ new,” he grumbled and popped a piece of food in his mouth to show you that he didn’t want to talk about it. You nodded and retreated your foot back.

“Okay,” you agreed easily. “If you wanna vent, I’m here for you, alright?” You told him. Your eyes and voice were earnest, genuine about your offer, and James could see that. He looked at you for a little while, making your face heat up under his gaze, before nodding.

“Yeah, thank you,” he murmured. Smiling at him, you sipped your water, signaling that the subject was now closed.

─

The rest of the night went without a hitch. You talked, laughed, exchanged opinions, drank and laughed some more. It was a fun night, and the food was delicious. So was the dessert. It was getting late, and you could see how tired the people around you were. After all, it was Friday, and all of you came to the dinner right after work.

“I gotta hit the hay,” your father grumbled as he stood up. “I’m not that young anymore.” James made a face.

“You are 47, dumbass,” he said, making everyone chuckle. “Don’t try to sound like 80 now.” Your father rolled his eyes at him. You knew he’d stick his tongue out to him, too, if he weren’t surrounded by his friends and strangers. You stifled a giggle. James looked at you, knowing too well that you wanted to laugh but keeping it in, and wiggled his brows. You snorted, and immediately put your hand over your mouth. He chuckled.

“47 is old, idiot,” your father grumbled. “Besides someone woke me up at 5AM today, so I’m sleepy.” Your father looked at James when he mentioned that ‘someone’, and you giggled out loud this time.

“Didn’t you go back to sleep after he woke you up?” You asked your father. His eyes widened.

“You’re my daughter, why are you on his side?” He exclaimed. You murmured an ‘oops’ and shrugged, giving your father your most innocent smile ever. James let out satisfied ‘ha!’. He didn’t push him, though, and let go off the subject.

“Whatever,” James grunted. He lifted a hand and called for a waiter, asking for the check. The waiter brought the check in twenty seconds. You watched James handing him his black AMEX without looking at the boy, ignoring all the protests about not sharing the bill, as he made jabs at your father innocently. The waiter’s eyes widened at the card, but he took it with steady hands. He quickly entered the total, swiped the card and handed it back to James. James put the card back into his wallet and pulled out two-hundred-dollar bill, giving it to the waiter. The waiter looked like he was about to cry. He thanked and wished you all a good night.

All of you got up from your seats, put your coats on and left the restaurant. You wrapped your coat tightly around you as the cold air of the night hit you. Shivering slightly, you looked back, watched your father saying something to James and nodding. James’ eyes found yours, and he frowned.

“Come on,” he said. “I’ll drive you home.” You tried to protest, to say that your father could drive you, but he already opened the door for you. Sighing, you slid inside the car after bidding your goodbyes. James closed the door and said something to your father. He walked towards the driver’s side with large steps and opened his own door. As he slid inside, you shivered.

You really should have switched to pants in the morning, you thought. The pencil skirt weather has passed, apparently.

“We’ll warm you up in a minute, honey, don’t worry,” James murmured gently and started the car, immediately turning on the heater. You hummed as the warm weather hit your bare legs. He smiled at you. “Good, yeah?” You nodded. “Alright. Put your seatbelt on.” You let out a surprised ‘oh’ and grabbed onto the belt, pushing it into its place. James carefully exited his parking spot and turned the wheel to left. With a soft tap on the horn, he slid out of the parked cars, and you were off like a bullet.

“I kinda get why you love your Jaguar,” you said softly as the car literally moved as smoothly as a hot knife cut the butter. James smirked.

“It’s a handsome car, isn’t it?” He asked. You nodded.

“Yeah, handsome and mighty.” You chuckled lightly and looked at him. His eyes were all dark as he briefly met your eyes. Breaking the eye contact, you cleared your throat and shifted on your seat.

Rest of the car trip had gone quiet. James already knew where you lived, so he didn’t need directions as he turned and passed by buildings. The only sound in the car was the soft humming of the heater and the engine. Other than those, everything was so quiet that you fell asleep.

When James parked in front of your building, you had been sleeping only for a couple minutes. He smiled at your sleeping figure. He cut the engine, pulled his and your seatbelts off and gently brushed his warm knuckles against your cheek.

“Honey,” he whispered. “Honey, wake up.” You let out a sound that was a mix of a hum and whine. James snickered softly. “C’mon, we’re here.” You whined a bit more and half-opened your eyes. “Hey there, pretty. Let’s get you home, yeah?” You hummed approvingly. James exited the car, making his way to your side with quick steps, and helped you out. You stumbled a little with your brain half-asleep. James hugged you close to his chest, steadying you and closing the door, locking it with one press of his finger.

James gently led you towards the building and entered the elevator with you. You were leaning against him, less sleepy but tired, as you watched the number change. You turned your head to his chest, almost burying your face into his coat, and inhaled.

God, you thought. He smells amazing.

It was a fresh scent but had leather, a little vanilla and something citrus-y in it. You could also smell the light tobacco scent on his clothes, but it made the whole things better in total. You inhaled again and hummed.

“You smell amazing,” you told him, slurring only a little bit. James chuckled.

“Yeah?” You nodded. Your nose was currently buried into the crook of his neck where you kept filling your lungs with his smell. “I’m surprised you didn’t recognize it,” he, then, added. You frowned.

“Recognize what?” He smiled at you.

“It’s the perfume you bought for me on my birthday,” he told you softly. You looked at him and blinked. Inhaling again, you did recognize the smell a little.

“Oh my God, yes,” you gasped. James’ chest vibrated under your palm and cheek with his chuckle. “Damn, I have good taste in perfume, huh?” You murmured. James grinned.

“Yeah, you do, honey,” James agreed. The elevator dinged, and the doors opened. James pulled your forward gently and walked with you to your door. You fumbled with your bag a bit, looking for your keys in the chaos existed in your bag, but soon, your fingers found them. Making a light ‘aha’ sound, you unlocked your door and opened it.

“Welcome to my humble den,” you announced cheekily and invited him inside. James walked in with a big smile on his face and closed the door behind him, locking it just in case. You shed your coat and shoes, dropped your bag by the door and made your way towards your kitchen, which was connected with your living room, to get yourself a glass of water.

“Want some water? Or a drink?” You asked James. He placed his coat on the back of your couch before following you into the kitchen.

“What do you have?” He asked back. You pointed the cupboard you put your alcohol in and took a big sip from your water. You hummed in relief as you drank the rest. You saw James grab the whiskey bottle among with two glasses. “Want one?” You narrowed your eyes, thinking.

“Fuck it, yeah, sure,” you told him. “I don’t have a job to be at tomorrow.” James grinned.

“That’s the spirit,” he said and filled the glasses with amber-colored beverage. He extended your glass to you, and you took it from him, tipping it just a little forward to clink the glass against his. James sent you small smile that caused you to shiver.

Taking a sip, you didn’t break the eye contact. Each passing second made his eyes go darker, hungrier, and you kept shivering, discreetly pressing your thighs together. You knew you were getting wet just from the way he was looking at you, and somehow you weren’t ashamed of it. You finished your drink and put the glass down on the counter. Walking up to him, you entered his personal space. Your chest was touching his, your thighs were brushing against his pants. You were so close that you could feel his warm breath on your skin.

“Finish it,” you whispered. James clenched his jaw once before drinking the rest of his whiskey, putting the glass down like you. As soon as he turned his head back to you again, you placed a hand on his neck and pulled him down.

Your lips collided with a moan of relief. James’ hands were quick to find your waist, arms getting wrapped around it. He lifted you a bit, pulled you to himself even more and kissed you back as passionately as you were kissing him.

You buried a breathy moan into his mouth. James’ tongue poked out, licked your lip and then inside your mouth before you were backed up against the counter. You gasped at the contact of the unforgiving marble at your back. James crouched down a bit to grasp your thighs, and you were lifted up in the air. You didn’t get a chance to squeak before you were placed on the counter, skirt bunched up and legs spread open with James between them, his lips were onto yours.

Mewling, you wrapped your limbs around him: Arms around his neck, legs around his thick waist. He was still wearing his stupid suit jacket, but you decided to not mind it for a little while. James was kissing you too good to stop.

“Baby,” James moaned into your mouth. You hummed. Uncurling one arm around his neck, you slid your finger into his belt loop and pulled his hips flush against yours with one tug. He moaned again but louder when his clothed erection made contact with your equally covered core. “God, baby, you’re drivin’ me fuckin’ crazy here,” he whispered harshly and placed his hands on your hips. You pulled back just a tad.

“Yeah?” You asked him, looking at him under your lashes coyly. “Whatcha gonna do about it, stud?” The beautiful blue in his eyes gave way to black before he growled and ripped your shirt open, sending the buttons flying. Your breasts jiggled at the strength of his move, and James grumbled something to himself before your bra was also ripped. You gasped. “James!”

“I’ll buy you more,” he grunted uncaringly and started toying with your nipple. Your surprised gasp turned into a passionate one. “Hell, I’ll give you my card and let you buy the whole store, baby,” James groaned at your pathetic whine. He pushed you back gently, making you lay down on your cold marble counter, and got his mouth on the nipple he was toying with his fingers.

Your hands immediately found his hair when he closed his hot and wet mouth around your sensitive nipple, sucking and licking and biting down. You were pushing your chest into his mouth; your head was thrown back with the pleasure he was giving you. James sucked your nipple harshly. His fingers were playing with your other nipple, doubling the pleasure. You cried out when he bit down.

“Fuck, James!” You moaned. His response was a soft hum. He pulled back and kissed the other one wetly. He made his way down, licking and kissing and nibbling at every curve, every inch of skin he could reach on your body. As he moved down, he shed your clothes, mostly by ripping them. He was way too impatient to pull them off carefully, so ripping had to do it for now.

“Oh my God,” James gasped when he saw how wet you were. “Baby,” he groaned. Your pussy was dripping. It was calling to him by glinting enticingly under the soft kitchen light, by painting your inner thighs. “Lookit her, oh God,” he whispered. “She’s hungry, yearning for some relief, isn’t she, baby?” You whimpered. You widened the stance of your legs, practically inviting James to have his wicked way with your dripping pussy.

With another deep groan, James grabbed your thighs tightly in his large hands and buried his face between your legs. He immediately slurped all of your juices that got smeared around, cleaning and tasting and feeding himself with your delicious ambrosia. He buried a groan into your thigh and peppered some bites that was going to leave a mark. Humming to himself, he licked you from bottom to top, flicking the tip of his tongue on your clit at the last second.

You screamed and pulled on his hair, making him gasp in pain but caused him to get even more harder in his pants. You moaned, bucked your hips against his mouth and tried to get him to fuck you with his tongue deeper. James growled and pushed your thighs back, revealing your weeping pussy even more, and closed his mouth on your clit. He sucked, flicked his tongue and bit down gently. You were gasping, pulling on his hair with one hand and playing with your nipple with your other.

“’m─” You whimpered. The coil in your groin grew and its warmth spread all over your body. “─comin’, oh fuck, fuck, fu─ James!” Your upper body curled over his head as your clit quivered, and you came on his face. James kissed and licked gently, helping you to come down. He rubbed his rough beard against your soft skin of your inner thighs. He pressed kisses there, rubbed the length of your legs to soothe you. He stood up and rested his forehead against yours.

“You taste divine, sweetheart,” he whispered. One of his hands cradled your face and tilted it up. You were panting still when he kissed the littlest amount of breath you had in you away. Moaning, you wrapped yourself around him. You could taste yourself on his tongue, could feel your juices smearing around your chin from his beard. You whimpered. You moved one hand down, in front of his pants, to feel the bulge there. James’ breath hitched when you grasped it.

“Mmm,” you moaned into his mouth. “You’re so hard,” you told him, pouting a bit. Your fingers quickly undid his belt and button, pulled his zipper down and sneaked inside his briefs. James groaned loudly when your hand wrapped itself around his length. James fucked into the fist you made for him for a couple seconds. Then, he fumbled with his suit jacket, fishing his wallet out to get a condom.

“God, when are you getting your IUD? I hate these things,” he grumbled as he lowered his briefs and opened the condom packet. You peppered kisses along his neck, undid his tie and shirt buttons to run your hands along his sculpted chest.

“In a week,” you mumbled your answer into his neck. He shivered. He threw the empty condom packet on the ground and wrapped a hand around your neck to push you back. He lined his cock and sank into your warmth in one smooth thrust. You gasped and moaned loudly as James growled deep in his chest.

“As soon as you get it in,” he said through his clenched teeth, “I’mma fill you up in every room, doll. Then, I’mma sit back and make you walk around naked so that I can see my come running down your legs.” You mewled at the image he put in your head. Your nails were digging hard into his back, almost drawing blood. James didn’t mind it. He actually loved the pain it resonated in his body. It made his pleasure sharper and stronger.

“I’mma fill you up so much,” James panted. “You gonna look pregnant, honey. You gonna look like you’re carrying my kid already.” You gasped and held onto him tighter as James’ thrusts got faster and harder. His arms were around your waist, supporting your weight as he bucked his hips and thrusted in and out of you at a rapid pace.

“James,” you whispered. “God, fuck, harder.” Groaning, James complied. Your breath was coming out as ‘uh, uh, uh’ with James’ each pointed thrust. You were already so close to coming; you were sure James could feel your pussy quivering around his length. “Fuck,” you sighed. “You fill me up so damn good,” you told him. James groaned into your ear. He picked you up and walked away from the counter. You squeaked as you wrapped your limbs around his body tightly. His initial plan was to go to your bedroom, but when he lifted you up, he somehow sank deeper. The way your pussy clenched around him had made him a little dizzy, so he ended up pressing you up against the hallway wall.

“Oh fuck─” he moaned. He plastered his chest on yours and continued to snap his hips hard and fast. You cried out. He was in deep, so deep that you could feel him graze spots that no one had ever touched before. “Babe─”

“James!” You mewled. “James, ‘m close─ oh, shit, I’m so close!” James didn’t say anything. He could feel how close you were. You were practically trying to milk the come out of him. Groaning, he dug his nails on your hips and watched the way your breasts swayed with each thrust. His balls were getting tighter, and he knew he was also way too close to coming, so he placed a hand around your neck and squeezed it just a little to make you go a little stupid on him.

You let out a wet, choking sound, and James saw your eyes go cross before they rolled back. Your whole body shook violently as you came on his cock. Your nails dug into the meat of his back thoroughly, and James knew there was going to be bloody nail marks tomorrow. He grinned and let go.

His balls jerked, cock jerked and thigh muscles clenched. He groaned deep from his chest as he filled the condom. His body plastered yours against the wall fully. His hips were still moving but with short and small thrusts.

Both of you panted as your bodies shook with the aftermath of the mind-blowing sex you just had. Your orgasms were still present in your muscles as you twitched and moaned softly at the tickling sensations.

“God, baby,” James breathed. You hummed. Pulling a hand back from his body, you cradled his face and kissed him sweetly. James sighed into the kiss. He kissed your lips, cheeks, forehead and the tip of your nose before resting his forehead against yours, still lightly panting. “I love you,” he whispered. Your lips curled up for a smile. You brushed your nose against his and kissed him chastely.

“I love you, too,” you whispered back. His arms tightened around you in response.

You stood there in the hallway; clothes halfway off, James slipped out of you after going soft and both of your eyes closed, forehead touching and just existing in each other’s space.

It was what James would call a peaceful moment: Time spent into the arms of the woman he loved so very much. He never asked for more; what he had was enough for him. The only thing he would want would be keeping you with him forever, but you had time for that.

So, for now, he stood there with you; kissing you back softly as he held onto you tightly.

You were the only one whom he let to touch his soul. Inside and out.

And you were going to be the one and only, there wasn’t no one else and there wasn’t going to be someone else.

Only you.

Only you could touch his soul.

─ 

here is the banner/moodboard that @pinkiebieberpie​ has made for this fic <3 

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[harryswhorehome-blog]

Neighbors 5

Hi my friends. What a surprise seeing you here. Okay, actually I’m sorry I haven’t been active. I’ve been going through it and everytime I promise to come back something was always getting in the way, but thankfully I should have more free time in my life soon. That means more stories and I’ll actually finish this little series I love so so much and write more. I really appreciate all the love and support I get from all of you and the community you created. I hope I don’t disappoint, but I’ve been rusty. I won’t promise to make a huge comeback because the past hasn’t been in my favor, but I will say that I’ll try better and not leave you to hang dry. Okay that’s it I love love love you guys hope you like… :)

Summary: y/n has a school assignment and Harry can’t stop himself from fantasizing.

Warning: smut 18+, cum swapping, daddy kink, degradation kink, praise kink (idk how, but they both are here), Jealousy, cheating, age gap (she’s 18), breeding kink, pregnancy kink, mentions of school, pregnancy (she’s not pregnant lol neither is Olivia) fluff, and olivia wilde? (if there’s any more tell me plz)

WordCount:3k+

My phone dings as I finish up getting ready. My friend Sophie texted me reminding me to leave my house soon because I have to return the pregnancy belly for my parenting class. The same damn parenting class that made me too busy to see my Harry for the past week.

I had this pregnancy belly for two days straight. Since I finish most of my classes, I get to leave three classes earlier. Thankfully being a “gifted student” gave me first choice in classes leaving me to be ahead of my other friends. Because of that I have to return to school wearing this horrible sack of 30 pounds.

I walk down the stairs quickly and more carefully because if I run down too fast I’ll probably topple over with the extra weight in my front.

Before I run to the door a familiar figure catches my eye. I slow down to the kitchen island where my dad and Harry are talking. He leaned over the table trying to look at whatever my dad was showing him.

Harry immediately looks at me with wide eyes, whilst my dad laughs and explains to him “ she’s in a parenting class so she’s been wearing that since yesterday”. Harry nods and laughs lightly as he shakes his head and rubs his face with one hand. I smile and wave acknowledging his presence. 

My father and Harry continue their conversation while I purposely walk around the kitchen ‘getting water’. My dad shows him the new route they want to build for the country club so they can expand the golf course. I can’t help but smile to myself to see the British man trying so hard not to eye me up and down. His leg bounces up and down and he furrows his brows in fake interest leaning toward my dad as if he is looking at the map, but his eyes bore into me. 

I haven’t seen him for a few days because of my project and him visiting Los Angeles for some work. Olivia was with him in LA, but stayed back for one week. So I know he’s a horny as it gets and has been waiting for this for a long time. Plus seeing me in a pregnancy belly and his not so secret breeding kink is makes this so much better. 

I walk out to leave after my hefty glass of water partially regretting my decision, because this belly is pressing on my stomach. Stepping into my favorite car my phone pings with a text who I think is from Sophie, but actually turns out to be Harry. 

Harry: What made you think you can get away with walking around like that? I’ll make sure that thing is real when I’m done with you.

Harry: do whatever you have to do and go to my house. I better see you naked on my bed.

I decided to not be as bratty, because I know how much of a grump he is when he’s horny so I responded quickly. 

Me: what do you mean? I wasn’t doing anything on purpose. I’ll go over to you soon. 

I throw my phone onto the seat next to mine and take my usual route to school. 

After dropping off the pregnancy belly. I stop by home to drop my car off and walk to the back of my house where I cut through my backyard secretly and make my way through his back door. I take the oddly familiar path I used to take when I was younger. Reliving the time I used to secretly leave my house to get cookies from our old neighbor. Sadly, she moved out to a retirement home in Florida. So my cookie days are over, but I do get a hot man. 

I walk through his backyard making my way to the usually unlocked door, where I meet the familiar living room. The moment my feet hit the carpet of his bedroom, I start stripping myself of my clothes. My dress falls to my feet, as I start to unclip my bra, following orders. 

I look at the time realizing that Harry wouldn’t be back anytime soon or soon enough because I’m quite impatient horny. I lay back on his comfy bed as I wait for the curly haired man to make his way back. 

I stare off into space for a while until the sound of a cough catches my attention. Thankfully the cough came from one handsome man. He looks at me with a smile before walking towards me. I sit back on my elbows and smile, while he burns holes into my body with his staring. 

“I love seeing you like this, all ready for me” he continues “you know how much I like you right? How much I care about you?” I nod looking up. He smiles at my reaction and places his palm to my cheek using his thumb to rub my cheek sweetly “good because I need you to remember how much because I’m about to fuck you like I don’t” he say before placing his lips onto mine, keeping his hand on my cheek and his other resting on my hips.

He kisses me so feverishly so deeply that I start to lose air quickly. I pull back to breath but my eyes see his. I barely see anymore green just his pupils. He goes back down while his other hand moves from my hips to my tits grabbing onto them. His fingers play with my nipples pulling a prodding. I moaned loudly, but it was covered by his lips.

 Harry pulls back this time to see the pleasure on my face “ look at you baby? So desperate for it. I know you want it so bad” I moan in response 

“such pretty tits” he murmurs “can’t wait to see what they look like swollen when you have my baby in you” he says before lowering his mouth on my nipple sucking and teething on it. He doesn’t leave my other boob lonely with his ring cover hands playing and pulling on it. 

I moan in pleasure from the stimulation. Harry’s eyes looked up at me as he mouthed on my tits. Watching him on me was too much and I started looking for something to relieve me. When my hips bucked up from Harry sucking too hard. I learned to realize what I can do. My core starts rubbing on his thigh, while he lays on top of me, but before I can do anymore he stands up looking at me disapprovingly “god you’re such a whore rubbing on me because what? Are you feeling achy? You can wait”

I pout at his words looking at him with lust in my eyes. He stands back up at the foot of the bed. I watch as he pulls his shirt off, messing with his perfectly messy hair leaving one curly strand hanging off his forehead. His finger meets the button of his trousers making my eyes stare directly at the hard on he’s rocking. 

“You wanna do it baby? Go ahead, take me out” he says. I sit back up and look into his eyes staring at his fully blown pupils. I kiss his lower stomach and smile back up at him. His ring clad hand makes its way to my cheek rubbing my face, I lean into his hand. “ C'mon bunny don’t leave daddy waiting”. 

I listen and finally open his trousers and pull in down. I see the outline of his cock and my eyes follow to the tip to see it having a wet spot with precum. I kiss his tip through his boxers causing him to moan. I look up to see  Harry furrowing his eyebrows in desperation. “ Please puppy, I need you. You think you can take me in your mouth?”

I nod eagerly while taking him out of his boxers. My eyes widen in surprise as I see how red his poor tip is. I kiss his head again causing him to sigh heavily. I start doing kitten licks on his tip before slowly putting him into my mouth. He groans in satisfaction that he has some sort of relief. I slowly take him in my mouth till he’s close to the back of my throat . I feel his cock slip deeper and deeper. I start to swallow around his cock making him moan. I look up at him to see Harry’s jaw slack and eyebrows furrowed in pleasure. He puts his hold in my hair pushing himself deeper causing me to unintentionally gag and swallow around him in reflex.  

“Fuck” he breathes out “ feels so good when you swallow around me, can feel you squeezing around me”  the brunette moans. 

I do it again, making Harry’s hips jut up, making me gag and cough. He pulls me off his cock and grabs my face by my chin pulling me in “I’m sorry felt so good didn’t mean to. Are you okay baby? I’m so sorry” he said with concern on his face. His other hand tries to soothe me by cupping my face while he runs his thumb up and down my cheek wiping tears off my face. 

“It’s fine I’m okay , just wasn’t expecting it. That’s all” I say trying to reassure him. He looks at me almost scared to break me. I don’t know why he freaked out, I know it was an accident. I move his hands off me and kiss his cock that up against his tummy. He looks at me worriedly, but I calm his thoughts downs by saying “ can you fuck my mouth daddy? Don’t have to go too deep just want to feel you in my mouth” 

Harry nods, leaning down to kiss me. It was messy. I mean I was already a mess, but he didn’t seem to care. He separates first from the kiss and grabs my face “open” he command. I follow suit with my tongue before he spits in my mouth and draws his cock back into it. 

This time he doesn’t go deep in my throat but hits my cheek. His cock was already ti big for my mouth but with the angle he had it, he could see the outline of his cock thrusting in and out of my mouth. Harry slows down a bit while saying “ look at that, a perfect cock slut If you ask me. Can see my cock moving in ur mouth it’s so pretty” he says. Soon after, he angles himself so he can really see the outline of his cock in my mouth. His hand falls on my jaw while this thumb rubs back and forward on the outline of his length on my jaw. 

“fuck seeing you like this is gonna make me cum” he says closing his eyes and continuing to rub his cock through my cheek. He looks at me one more time before pulling out of my mouth with a pop. 

“I need to taste you baby” he says, but before he can I stop him “ please not right now. I wanna feel you in me so bad” I pleaded with him. 

Harry hovers over till my back hits the sheets. His lips find mine while he fist his cock. He rubs his tip on my folds spreading the arousal all over my pussy before he dips his tip into my cunt. Harry doesn’t push further keeping his head in the opening of my cunt making me squeeze around his head for more.

He leans down so close to my face “such a mess” he murmurs “ are you my good girl?” He says index fingers play with my bottom lip. He watches carefully as my lip gets pulled down and bounces up. 

“ Yes, I’m your good girl” I say in response. Harry rewards me with thrusting his hips up.

I gasp from the quick action of his cock filling me up. My thighs squeezed around his waist in pleasure and pain. I breathe heavily as Harry does the same right in front of me. 

Harry slowly starts to pull out just to thrust with the same force as before. I moan from the sudden pressure in my stomach. My walls swallow his cock every time his hips meet mine.

“ Har-Harry Harry stop” I say as soon as I feel the urge to pee. Harry stops all his movement and stays still hovering over my concern all over his face.

“ what’s wrong? Are you hurt? Did I hurt yo-“ Harry says freaking out 

“No-no I’m okay. I just…I…I need to pee” I say lower than a whisper.

A smirk falls onto Harry’s lips as he thrust his hip towards. I gasp at his sudden movement, not expecting it.

His head falls into the crook of my neck as he continues pounding me. My fingers claw at his back as I cry in pleasure.

The knot in my stomach starts to build making me cry out loud “fuck-fuck I’m gonna cum” 

“go ahead, let it go show daddy how good he makes you feel” Harry replies 

My back arches off the bed while my fingers get tangled in his soft curls. I start feeling something wet and warm go down on my thighs soaking me and Harry’s upper things and cock in me. He continues to fuck me until the coils in my tummy release.

My jaw goes slack and I almost feel out of my body. Everything goes pretty black and I lose myself in the nothingness, but get pulled back when I feel Harry kissing my flushed chest.

“ c’mon baby wanna see those pretty eyes” he coos at me.

I shake my head trying to stay in my state of euphoria, but he starts kissing my eyelids trying to coax me out of the state I was in. When I reluctantly open my eyes I see Harry smiling down at me.

“ You okay, pearl? Can I finish?” He asked. I nod wanting to feel him. He starts thrusting up again. My body moves from the overstimulation, but he calms me down by kissing my chest, neck, and face giving me something to focus on.

Suddenly, my focus shifts from his lips moving all over my body to the pleasure building in my stomach. 

“Oh god, daddy, I’m gonna cum-fuck please” I cry out. 

“hold it” he says as he raises my leg over his shoulder. 

I moan from the new angle his cock hits my g-spot. Feeling my body trying its best to hold my orgasm. I look at Harry above me with his mouth open taking in the pleasure. His eyebrows are furrowed focusing on getting close. 

“Daddy please I can’t hold it anymore” I cry out.

His hips start to thrust faster. His hand rests against my face, as his thumb finds its way in my mouth. 

“Are you my good girl?” Harry questions.

I nod vigorously trying to do whatever to reach my climate. He smiles at my obedience.

“open your mouth” he orders.

I follow what he says and open my mouth, sticking my tongue out. His thumb pulls my mouth open while he spits in my mouth.

“ don’t swallow yet” he commands as he starts to thrust into me faster. I start to try harder to not cum from his actions. When I feel like I’m to cum I hear him say “swallow”.

I listen to his orders and swallow and open my mouth to show him. I’m met with his approval by his mouth meeting me and kissing me deeply.

 “cum for daddy, let it go, wanna feel out milk me dry” he says as he quickened his pace as he places his hand around my throat.

My orgasm comes again and I cry out holding wrist around my neck to keep his hand there. “Cum in me please. Wanna have your baby’s. I Want to be full of you. Please please please” I cry as I reach my high.

Harry follows right after me saying “ fuck said I was gonna breed you and look at you now” he continues “such a little slut, talking cum that doesn’t belong to hers, on the bed me and my wife share. Take my cum baby wanna see you swollen right after this” I start to feel his cum pour into me making my cunt feel full from him. Adding pleasure to my orgasm besides hiss words.

Harry’s hand moves from my neck to next to my head as he dips down to kiss me one more time while he tries to chase both of our orgasms.

After we settled down, he looks for my approval to move leg off of his shoulder. I nod slightly and he gently places my leg back down. I start to squeeze around Harry’s cock not wanting him to leave me yet. 

“C’mon need to let me out so I can eat” Harry says.

I stop clenching from confusion, but am met with my clarification when I feel Harry’s tongue licking my puffy clit.

“Daddy no-no-no” I cry.

“ You know the safe word baby you can use it” Harry says knowing I don’t want him to stop. I look at Harry with his face wet from our orgasm. He goes back down licking as much as he can. 

“Fuck we taste so good together. You wanna try, baby?” Harry says as he climbs up and leans down to kiss me. 

I hum into our messy but sweet kiss. Harry breaks away from the kiss. I open my eyes again to see Harry smiling down at me with eyes he never really gave me before. I smile at him and laugh before trying to meet his lips by raising myself on my elbows, but my attempt fails when he pulls my arms down and over my head kissing me again only stopping when we either laugh or to smile.

Hi! thank your for reading! I'm not sure where I want this story to go or how I want it to go, but I hoped you liked it. the next part should be out in a week or two so keep an eye out. okay see you soon ily,

(ps. if your read this and realized the way the ending goes is different it's because I was trying to make up my mind on how plot lol)

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Stay with me

Dbf and adrenaline C3 and C4

Summary: after your father had received a number of serious threats he figured it would be best to put you under protection and have a trusted bodyguard at your side. Who better for that job than his close friend Bucky. (Bucky met reader when she was already an adult)

Warning: age gap (reader is early 20s Bucky is about 40 or so, both are consenting adults) dads best friend, creep at bar, mention of future smut/public sex, pet names, slight implications reader is female, no real description of reader

@buckybarnesevents June-iverse

Word count: 1k

A/n: pushing the due date for this last fic but here it is. It’s unedited not proof read or anything but it’s posted.

“Stop being a brat. I’m not happy to be doing this either, I owed your dad a favour” his hot breath danced on your neck as his annoyed voice snarled. His hands landed on your waist bringing you closer. He knew exactly how flustered you got around him. And boy did he use it to his advantage. Always finding a reason to be holding you, especially in front of your father. He could get off just by watching your cheeks heat up bright pink and you trying not to squirm. He knew he shouldn’t have these thoughts about his old pal's daughter. But he reasoned with himself that it was ok seeing as he met you at a bar before he even knew you were his friend's kid. So was it really that wrong?

He surveyed the bar before refocusing his attention on you. He knew the threat wasn’t serious and your father was overly paranoid but Bucky wasn’t taking any chances. He was asked to protect you and he sure as hell wouldn’t let you get hurt under his watch.

You stood in front of Bucky looking up at him desperately wanting all of his attention. You were about to snap. You were almost completely sure that whatever feelings you had toward this absolute beauty of a man were reciprocated. But then doubts would creep in. He was almost double your age and the most beautiful man you’d ever seen. Surely he wouldn’t want a kid like you. But ever since your dad started getting threats and he asked Bucky to be a bodyguard of sorts you allow yourself to take these moments alone and fantasize about what it would be like to have his attention on you for other reasons. Be able to have him for yourself, claim him and make sure all the people who were eyeing him knew that he belonged to you.

“I’m bored James.” You wine trying to pull his attention away from the crowd and towards the pout and puppy dog eyes, you wore.

He sighed looking at you and flicking his eyes down to your lips, they looked so full and soft, shining in the light of the club. His patience was getting thin.

“This is what you chose to do tonight.” He pointed out, struggling to pull his eyes away from your face. “So either we stick the night out, or I take you back home so you can hide away in your room again.” He lays the two options out for you calling out your habits in the meantime.

“Fine, at least get me a drink please?” He silently nods and pulls away to get your drink already knows what your favourite is. You follow him with your eyes as he walks over to the bar. Your mind is too distracted by the eye candy walking away from you to notice the man creeping up behind you.

His hand grips your waist unexpectedly and turns you to him. The strong smell of smoke enters your lungs and you feel nauseous.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing here all alone? Are you looking for a good time huh? Well, you’re in luck, babe.” The man’s voice dragged through the air and into your ears.

“Excuse me?” You push the man away from you trying to put space between you and this creep when he grabs your arm tight enough to make you wince.

“Don’t talk to me like that you whore. Who do you think you are.” His face was close to yours and his voice laced with venom. You were sure this was your end.

Before you had even finished mentally saying your goodbyes the man was pulled off of you and thrown into the side of the bar counter. Effectively making him no longer a threat.

“No who do you think you are.” An oddly familiar voice asked the man now laying on the floor. Looking over to the two men, Bucky stood over the creep who curled on the floor in pain. Bucky's heavy black boot lay against his chest keeping him down. Bucky reaches forward grabs the man's shirt collar and pulls him up. As Bucky stood a head taller than this man he leaned down just enough to whisper some sort of what you assumed was a threat into the man’s ear. he pushed him into the crowd and the general direction of the door before turning back to face you, his face softening as he looked you over.

“You hurt doll?” His hands inspect you, gently moving over your body assessing to see any damage.

“I’m fine James, just a little shaken up.”

“Good, I leave you for two minutes and you already get yourself in trouble. What would you do without me huh?” His tone was mocking but there was a certain amount of truth behind that statement. What would you do without him, you never wanted to find out.

“I guess you should just never leave my side then” you joked.

“That’s the best idea you’ve had all night doll.” All signs of humour left his voice, he pulled you by the waist over to an empty booth in one of the far corners, sitting himself down and pulling you along with him and onto his lap. “This is what you wanted doll?” That damn smirk he always wears made an appearance on his face again, he knew from the way you were squirming that you were enjoying this. “What’s the matter, princess? You suddenly don’t have much to say.” He used a playful mocking tone, almost like he was speaking to a child.

A surprised gasp left your lips as you felt Bucky pressing against your thighs. There was no doubt that he was big, but feeling him against your most sensitive area made you realize just how big he was.

He could tell by the way you paused for a quick second before shifting again that you could feel how hard he was, so why not use that to his advantage?

Leaning in, Bucky once again lets his hot breath fan your neck as he whispers in a low sultry tone, “You gonna let me take you right here in the back of the club, in front of all these people?”

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daddy issues au

summary: you've been craving your father's affection for years and after endless heartbreak, his best friend shows you how to be loved.

pairing: dadsbestfriend!thomas x brisson!reader

warnings: major age gap !! thomas is 40. absent father, lots of angst, anxiety, sadness, fear, hurt/comfort, regarding smut: innocence kink and daddy kink. other warnings will be specific to each fic.

playlist

tags

moodboards

series —

for hockey

part one

when your brother and dad are out for practice, you're met with unexpected company in your house.

going grape

part two

you and thomas get close after you meet some of your dad's friends for the first time and he has to reintroduce himself to hide suspicion.

dinner time

part three

you find out something that upsets you and leads you to avoid dinner but thomas comes to find you anyway.

the unknown remedy

part four

thomas shuts himself off from everyone for a couple days, resulting in a surprise from you and his friends. you find out one of his secrets and he gets vulnerable, leading you to reassure him that everything'll be okay.

imagines —

i'm not your dad

when you're in distress and call your dad to come get you, he sends his best friend instead.

force him to love you

after running out of the house because of a fight with your dad, thomas has to find you.

don't call me baby

brendan brings home a girl who makes you cry and he feels the need to defend you.

blurbs —

more blurbs under #dbf!thomas thoughts

teasing him at the dinner table

suggested 18+ but not close to nsfw, use your discretion | thom and y/n teasing each other when bren has him over.

his sounds of pain

dbf!thom taking y/n with him when he gets a new tattoo and she gets turned on by his little grunts and winces.

school supplies

dbf!thom taking you shopping for something you need.

brendan catching you together

suggested 18 + | dbf!thomas about them kissing or doing the devils tango and her dad walking in.

being there for you

part two

on senior night when everyone’s parents are supposed to show up for photos and celebrations, y/n thinks she’s gonna be the only one without someone there until thom shows up.

your first tattoo

dbf!thom being there for your first tattoo.

fights and rainy days

first time sleeping in dbf!thom bed.

cooking class

thom teaching you how to cook since your dad is always so busy with your brother.

pain and promises

thom helping you through your period.

honey butter

you're studying for a big test and you're super stressed so thom offers to help you.

convincing him

thom talks your dad into letting you get a tattoo.

you love him more

you tell your dad he treats you unfairly.

invisible

you have a breakdown in front of thom because you feel alone.

#thomas bordeleau #dadsbestfriend!thomas #dbf!thomas #dbf!bords #dbf!thomas x reader #brendan brisson #dad!brendan #dad!briss #thomas bordeleau x reader #umich hockey #umich hockey imagine #sj sharks imagine #vgk imagine #nhl imagine #hockey imagine #hockey boy imagine #daddy issues au #daddy issues au masterlist

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ʟᴏᴠᴇʙᴜɢ - ꜰᴏᴜʀᴛᴇᴇɴ, "ʜɪɢʜ ᴏɴ ᴀ ʀᴏᴄᴋʏ ʟᴇᴅɢᴇ"

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ - 18+ ᴍɪɴᴏʀꜱ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛ, ᴅʙꜰ!ꜰʀᴀɴᴋ x ᴀꜰᴀʙ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ᴀɢᴇ ɢᴀᴘ (ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ɪꜱ ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ ᴛᴡᴏ, ꜰʀᴀɴᴋ ɪꜱ ꜰᴏᴜʀᴛʏ ꜰɪᴠᴇ), ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴍᴜᴛ (ᴘ ɪɴ ᴠ, ᴏʀᴀʟ(ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ʀᴇᴄᴇɪᴠɪɴɢ)), ᴋɪꜱꜱɪɴɢ, ꜱᴡᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ, ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ - 1.3ᴋ

ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

a/n - one more to go :’)

Your car was filled to the brim with boxes. Your dad’s truck had a decent amount of your stuff, too, but it was nothing compared to the mountain of cardboard that covered every square inch of your backseat and trunk. 

You moving out was something you started to think about pretty recently. Everything seemed to tie itself up in a nice little bow, too. A friend from school had asked if you wanted to go in on an apartment with some friends of theirs. It was a couple hours away from home in a bigger city, and though the apartment admittedly wasn’t the nicest place, you jumped at the opportunity. You wanted to get a decent job, experience a new place, maybe make some new friends your own age.

Things had been a little tense between you and Frank, though neither of you really addressed it. Every couple of days he would text or call you, asking if you could come over. You never said no, like you physically couldn’t. It wasn’t like you didn’t want to go, he made you feel good. You were ashamed that the rush of getting caught still got you, the idea that someone could see him dragging you through his front door, or into your bedroom window late at night made you shiver. But both of you knew that it had to end, and you were trying your best to let go of anything you felt for him. 

He still made your cheeks heat up, you’d still shift in your seat when he walked into a room. His touch made you shiver, and his words made you squeeze your eyes so tight that you thought they’d never open again. You weren’t sure if the feeling would ever go away, that if you came home for a weekend you wouldn’t be tempted to shoot him a glance or send him a picture of your bare body. You weren’t sure if you’d even regret it, or if it would really be that bad. 

Your dad was the one that told Frank that you were leaving. They were sitting in your yard by a fire that was barely lit anymore, your dad waving you over when you walked into view. The conversation was pretty typical for a few moments before dulling, Frank coughed. 

“So uh, congrats on the new place.” You froze, slowly swiveling your head to look at your father. He shrugged at you, giving you a ‘don’t be rude, thank him’ look. Frank continued“Your dad showed me some pictures, looks pretty nice.” You nodded, crossing your legs and letting out an exhale. “Yeah, thanks. It’s not much but, you know.” You trailed off, not entirely sure where you were going since the thought was gone. 

That night you were sitting on the couch, arms resting on your thighs and your head propped up on your hands. “D’you plan on telling me you were leaving?” Frank was leaned up against the door frame, and once you saw him he made his way to sit next to you. “In time.” You chuckled, Frank followed your laughter with some of his own before you both fell into silence. This was how a lot of your conversations had gone for the last little while, something short and vague before he inevitably pulled your pants down your ass and met your lips with his. You weren’t really complaining, you had convinced yourself that the less he talked the less attached you might get. It was kind of working, too. 

“I’m happy for you, y/n.” He stated plainly. You looked at him then, his face was hard to read. His lips were pressed together in a thin line, air in his cheeks. His eyes darted, his head nodded. It was like nothing was between his skull, everything he was taking in was shooting directly out his ears. 

“Thanks.”

Sex with him had increased ever so slightly. His late night calls had become slightly more frequent, and anytime your dad was out of the house he seemed to pop up at your door. He was taking more time with you, too. He spent what felt like hours between your legs, coaxing orgasm after orgasm out of you. He’d fuck you slower, somehow hitting deeper than he had before. And, to top it all off, he started to hold you after sex. You’d lie in his big arms, them squeezing you so tight that you could barely breathe. He’d brush his hands down your arms, over the curves of your body. He’d kiss your head, what used to be quick pecks had become long and wet smooches that lined your forehead and neck. 

You crammed another box into your car somehow, making the trek back up to your room. You passed Lena and your dad in the kitchen, watching them make food and hum along to the radio. The stairs creaked under your weight, and when you opened your door you hardly recognized your bedroom. There were a few things still left; your bed, curtains, a bookcase, your dresser and some shelves were still bolted into the wall. But it was naked, all of your posters and tapestries that hadn’t moved since high school were gone, some in the garbage and some in a box lodged in your car. A few books were still sitting pretty, just the ones you hadn’t touched in years. Your sheets were gone, your closet bare. It was cold, the lack of things and the fact that fall was fast approaching and your dad had refused to turn the heat on until it became unbearable. 

Frank’s footsteps approached behind you, he knocked on your open door though you already knew it was him. “How’re you feeling?” He shoved his hands in his pockets while you turned to him. He had helped you pack for the past couple days, even snuck a quickie in somehow while your dad ran off to the hardware store. He had you pressed against the bathroom wall, his pants barely off and his hair in your face. You sucked on his neck just enough to get him to moan loud, but removing yourself before you left a mark. 

You blinked, bringing yourself back to the present. “I don’t know, it’s weird, I guess? I didn’t feel like this when I left for school.” You plopped down on your empty bed, Frank following you. His weight made you dip on the mattress, his knee touched yours though you weren’t too close to each other. “Probably because you knew you were gonna come back eventually.” Both of you stared at the floor. Frank placed a hand over your knee, rubbing little circles and patting it gently. “You’re not gonna come back, are you?” 

Frank’s gaze went to your now empty closet, your head followed his. You fixated on the back of his neck, the dark hair that trickled down it and under his shirt. You took his hand in yours, squeezing it gently. “I think my dad would kill me if I didn’t come home every once in a while.” You pressed a kiss against the back of his hand. He nodded, dropping his head back down to stare at his thighs. 

“What are you gonna miss me?” You leaned yourself down, trying to find his eyes, though he caught yours quickly. His lip was between his teeth and brows furrowed, his hand dropped yours to scratch the back of his neck before muttering “Yeah, something like that.” 

He stood, sauntering over to the door. His head glanced at you over his shoulder, you could tell he was looking for anything to say to you. Even if he didn’t have feelings for you, he was still with you for months. Even he admitted that it was something. 

“Safe travels, kiddo.” He smacked his palm on the doorframe before slowly walking out of your view. 

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[ladywuvly]

barry sloane +au. +characters rec list!

masterlist. socials. recs.

head canons & imagines |

dbf!price boys your age by @captainfern

dbf!price shotgunning his cigar by @inkbybambi

dbf!price sugardaddy; part.2 by @faith369

bf!price headcanons by @empresskylo

landlord!price moving out by @gatorlovebot

husband!price darling wife by @ghosts-cyphera

honesty by @gatorlovebot - John doesn't like liars.

fixing your bad self-image by @sweetiecutie - You’ve been feeling a bit self-conscious lately, so John decides to fuck some sense into your head.

tummy love by @stoutpancakes

truth or dare? by @soapyghost

don't disobey by @jawabear - A risky move on the field leaves the captain less than happy with you.

steady girl by @jawabear - John loves when you help him trim his facial hair. And he loves what comes after as well.

genesis by @moondirti - It’s the first time you truly see him – this much of him, anyway, and he’s startlingly younger than you would’ve thought. The progression of a spite-fuelled relationship.

eye contact by @kungfubarbie101

two is hardly a crowd by @grippingbeskar 

how to disappear by @fawnpires - After a failed attempt at a date, you unexpectedly find yourself in the hands of comfort of your dorm-mate, also known as your captain.

bartender by @sky-is-the-limit

rings by @glossysoap

what’ve you done this time by @captainfern inspo; @bleuu-moon

just the tip, love by @floralpascal

home is the feeling of you by @maryangelex - You’re Price’s fiancé back home and it’s been months since you’ve seen him. He’s been on deployment and days have been getting lonelier the more days pass. Until you get home one night from work to a more than pleasant surprise.

taking his time by @empresskylo

neighborly advice by @sky-is-the-limit - Your neighbor price takes matters into his own hands to finish what your incompetent ex could never. all in the name of good neighborly solidarity, of course.

cigar smoke and good sex by @lxvvie

helping hands by @deathsimage

break the rules by @bonitanightmxres - Months after breaking up, you and price agree to a “no strings attached” relationship to fill the void in your lives—but it proves to be harder than anticipated when you both start to catch feelings again.

how you deserve by @manmuncher777 Inspo; @sky-is-the-limit

fics |

never let me go 5/5 by @maryangelex - You worked at a coffeehouse, your life is filled with mundanity and you wouldn't change it for anything else. That is, until one crisp autumn morning, you meet the handsome Captain John Price and there’s an immediate, undoubted connection between the two of you.

neighborly 5/5 by @391780 inspo; @hereforthepedrofanfic - You and your neighbor, john price, slowly getting to know each other over the holidays.

the rear window 5/5 by @391780 - spinoff! neighborly!pricepov stalker!price.

soft 9/9 by @391780 - Soap says dumb shit in a bar, Captain Price falls in love with a fat girl.

Songs That Sound Like Sea-Foam 2/2 by @halcyone-of-the-sea - fisherman!price x mermaid!reader.

take me home, country road 5/5 by @ceilidho - 1800s!price. reader flees to his town where Price is the sheriff after a murder in her previous town. only to be mistaken for the mail order bride that Price just sent for ….and he’s not interested in hearing any of her excuses when she tells him that he’s got the wrong girl

callsign: zero 12/12 by @cass-the-mess - 2 years ago you saved John Price from an untimely death, only to disapear without a trace before he could thank you properly for getting him back home safe. You show up again 2 years later to help the task force defeat a new enemy. Tensions rise as you show your true colors and navigate through unresolved issues that puts you and your new team at risk. Are you willing to finally open up or do you keep pushing everyone away to keep yourself "safe".

marigold 7/7 by @captainfern - dadsbestfriend!price (pretty much anything and all things from this masterlist.)

disclamer! none of these are my works all credit to the authors. I just loved them so much figured I'd give them a shoutout!

#ladywuvly. recs. #captain john price #captain price #captain price x reader #captain price x female reader #captain price x y/n #captain price x you #captain john price x reader #captain john price x you #captain john price x female reader #captain price smut #captain price mw2 #captain john price smut #navi. #nsfwcontent #18+ mdni

[ddejavvu]

okay but i actually can’t stop thinking about fem!reader asking dadsbestfriend!hotch for him to be her first time

and at first he laughs it off, but when he realizes she’s serious he lists off every excuse in the book: “sweetheart, i don’t think that’s a good idea”, “i’m too old for you”

“you’re well aware i’m into older guys, mr. profiler, plus i’m pretty sure you’d treat me better than any guy my age would, take your pick.”

and he caves, because yes, he cares about you, yes he can’t pretend it wouldn’t satisfy smth deep down inside him that wants to take care of you, that just maybe has thought about this too - and he’s actually the sweetest! sorry i’m just such a sucker for soft hotch 🥺

i feel like i could so easily see him going above and beyond too, like i’m gonna rent a hotel room and maybe light a candle or two and buy you some flowers because he wants to make sure it’s just right for you and he’s gonna ask you 100x what feels good and what doesn’t and make sure you come first

fucking 10000/10 for aftercare too like what the heck man

today is multiverse monday! send me any au you can think of :)

this post is 18+, minors dni.

i got this ask so long ago omg i'm sorry that it got lost!! but i swear i think about it all the fucking time... he's just so sweet.

“sweetheart, i don’t think that’s a good idea”, “i’m too old for you”

THE 'sweetheart' I CAN HEAR IT IN HIS VOICE I CAN SEE HIS FACE WHEN HE SAYS IT GSKFNSJDDNFNFSFS GRRRRR BARK BARK BARK HE'S SO CARING AND CONSIDERATE AND HE JUST WANTS THE BEST FOR YOU

and he caves, because yes, he cares about you, yes he can’t pretend it wouldn’t satisfy smth deep down inside him that wants to take care of you

right right right !!!! when you tell him that you're into older men he's instantly worried, bc some of them might have the wrong intentions with you!!! so the only way to give you what you want and make sure you're okay is if he does it himself and he's more than willing to help you out :')))

i feel like i could so easily see him going above and beyond too, like i’m gonna rent a hotel room and maybe light a candle or two and buy you some flowers because he wants to make sure it’s just right for you and he’s gonna ask you 100x what feels good and what doesn’t and make sure you come first

fucking 10000/10 for aftercare too like what the heck man

mhm :') ur so right :') UGH he just really wants you to have the best first time ever, he takes his time with foreplay, working you up and paying special attention to how you're reacting to him and his touch and checking up on you to see how you're doing and going above and beyond to make sure you're having the time of your life :')))))))

and the aftercare- ohhh the sweetest touches, the softest kisses, he probably runs you a bath and washes you down, he holds you while you fall asleep and he whispers how loved you are and how he hopes you had a good time and that he adores you and

#aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner imagine #aaron hotchner scenario #aaron hotchner oneshot #aaron hotchner one-shot #aaron hotchner one shot #aaron hotchner headcanon #aaron hotchner headcanons #aaron hotchner hc #aaron hotchner hcs #aaron hotchner fanfiction #aaron hotchner fanfic #aaron hotchner fic #aaron hotchner blurb #aaron hotchner drabble #aaron hotchner dialogue #aaron hotchner fluff #aaron hotchner x reader fanfiction #aaron hotchner smut #ddejavvu's multiverse mondays #multiverse mondays #aaron hotchner au #dbf!hotch

[violentdelightsandviolentends]

Honey Girl. The Masterlist.

Series Synopsis - The Universe shows you your soulmate when it feels like you need them most. When you least expect it, you're given yours - Bucky Barnes. Your Dad's best friend. You can try to refuse it all you like; but the universe wants what it wants. There's no denying fate.

Pairing - Dad'sBestFriend!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader - soulmate au

Warnings - smut. age gap (but all legal and consensual). cursing. angst. alcohol consumption.

Author's Note - another idea i've had for so long!! set in a beautiful coastal beach town - picture sunshine, sailing, beaches and your dad's hot best friend. what more could you want?

Chapter One.

Chapter Two.

Chapter Three.

Chapter Four.

Chapter Five.

Chapter Six.

Chapter Seven.

Chapter Eight.

The Playlist.

The Moodboard.

#bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #steve rogers x bucky barnes #bucky smut #Honey Girl #bucky fluff #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes x reader fluff #bucky barnes x reader smut #bucky barnes x reader angst #bucky barnes angst #dadsbestfriend!bucky x reader #dadsbestfriend!bucky #dadsbestfriend!bucky barnes #sebastian stan #dad's best friend bucky barnes #soulmate au #soulmate!au #soulmate!bucky barnes #soulmate!bucky barnes x reader #dbf!bucky #dbf!bucky barnes x reader #dbf!bucky barnes

[pinkiebieberpie]

dbf!bucky is all you need; he knows you are not a little innocent girl anymore and he wants to show you so many things; relationship with him is both romantic and steamy; you can eat delicious dinner that he made just for you in his apartment and a few hours later you are screaming his name in his bed, cause nobody ever made you feel as good as james; he also takes care of you, texts you sometimes in the middle of your day when you are at work or at university with cute messages "hope you are having a good day at work, baby", "can't wait to see you tonight ❤️", "do you want pasta or sushi for dinner? love you, angel"; he also just gives the best hugs and he is always there for you when you are sad; a lot of cuddles!!! but coming back to that steamy part?? he is so fuckin good with his lips... his lips on your lips? on your breasts?? on your whole body?? everywhere?? oh and that beard between your legs, yeah you can melt and turn into a puddle from that

moodboards + blurbs masterlist

#sebastian stan #bucky barnes #bucky barnes moodboard #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes au #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #james bucky barnes #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes ff #dbf!bucky #dadsbestfriend!bucky #bucky barnes fanfiction #sebastian stan x you #sebastian stan smut #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan x y/n #bucky barnes drabble #bucky barnes blurb #bucky barnes x reader fluff #bucky barnes fic

[noctumbra]

DISCLAIMER

─ almost all the works linked below are +18. please read the warnings before you read the fic. i won’t be accepting any accusations about the topic i wrote because you skipped the warnings.

─ to get notified for fic updated only, turn on the notifications on for @cuddlewrites​. i will be reblogging only the work i post on here.

─ i only write for bucky barnes, and rarely a couple other sebastian stan characters. 

PEACHES [completed]

dadsbestfriend!bucky barnes x reader  ─ in which bucky barnes has a secret relationship going on with his best friends’ daughter. 

TRILOGY [completed]

fuckboy!bucky barnes x reader ─ in which reader and bucky are fuck buddies until they catch feelings and ruin everything.

APPOINTMENTS [completed]

tfatws!bucky barnes x reader ─ in which bucky gets a fuck buddy and rediscovers his body’s needs and himself in the twenty-first century.

HOLY GROUND [on going]

rich!bucky barnes x reader ─ in which they meet one summer, fall in love on the second summer and decide to give this relationship a go on their last summer.

WE FELL IN LOVE IN OCTOBER [completed]

farmer!bucky barnes x reader ─ in which october brings love for bucky with his favorite season surrounding him.

TAKE MY BREATH AWAY [completed]

dilf!neighbor!pornstar!bucky barnes x reader ─ in which your neighbor reveals himself to you and comes with a couple more surprises than you expected.

─ ONE-SHOTS 

─ HEADCANONS/BLURBS

─ KINKTOBER

─ CHUBBY!BUCKY

─ SUCKTEMBER 

MASTERLIST VOL. II

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes imagines #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes au #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes fluff #bucky x you #masterlist #fuckyboy!bucky barnes #tfatws!bucky barnes #dadsbestfriend!bucky barnes #chubby!bucky barnes #bucky barnes kinktober #rich!bucky barnes #farmer!bucky barnes #dilf!bucky barnes #neighbor!bucky barnes #pornstar!bucky barnes

[chrisevansredbelt]

Steve Rogers Masterlist

[✿ = fluff, ୨୧ = smut, ★ = dark, ❦ = angst]

Warm; ❦, ✿

summary: you question steve’s love for you at the realisation that he still loves peggy. whilst on rocky terms, you get left behind and put in danger on a mission.

A Helping Hand; ✿, ୨୧

summary: i mean,,, you give steve a handjob

The Notebook; ✿

summary: you find steve’s notebook…

Personal Barber; ✿

summary: steve teaches you how to shave his beard

I’ll Be Here; ❦, ✿

summary: steve won’t let you on missions

Lamb to the Slaughter; ★, ୨୧

summary: steve takes a liking to your nativity. he also takes advantage of it.

Run Rabbit, Run; ★

summary: don’t give the farmer his fun.

series

Small World Masterlist

dadsbestfriend!steve rogers au

coming soon!

mob!steve rogers and/or ceo!steve rogers au

coming soon!

#steve rogers x you #steve rogers #captain america #steve rogers fluff #steve rogers smut #steve rogers angst #steve rogers imagine #steve x you #steve x y/n #steve rogers x reader

[eddiesbug]

themed days [remember to check my character list!!]

starting tomorrow!!

multiverse monday - literally the day for any au you can think of! we can discuss, i’ll write a few mini musings and we can have fun with it!! see my prompt list for a list of my favourite aus to write!!

terror tuesday - let’s talk horror and dark fics! this includes - brahms heelshire and any character from any fandom i wrote for with a dark twist. as dark and fucked up as you can possibly go.

dadsbestfriend friday - the day for the dilfs<33 any variation of dilf + a character and let’s discuss!!

slutty saturday - ah yes the day for whore hours. literally the filthiest, most smutty things you can think of. saturday is your day<3

stranger things sunday - where we discuss stranger things ofc (bc i’m in love with it)!!

tagging some people for reach!! (pls share if u can<3): @mad-elia @jamespottersmommy @morwap @balenciagabucky @buckyshattergirl @leneemusing @amazingarfield @luveline @buckyhoney @camerons-specialinterest @crowsmybeloveds

#𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲 #𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐲 #𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐬𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲 #𝐬𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐲 #𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲 #fanfic #writers on tumblr #imagines #writing #fiction #fem!reader #hp fic #harry potter fic #remus lupin fic #james potter one shot #sirius fic #bucky x fem!reader #steve rogers x reader #sam wilson x reader #peter parker x you #tasm fanfiction #remus lupin au #brahms heelshire x you #slasher fic #andy barber x reader #ari levinson x y/n #lee pace x reader #marauders era #bucky barnes ff #six of crows fic

[hugheshugs]

i'm not your dad | t. bordeleau

au masterlist

summary: when you're in distress and call your dad to come get you, he sends his best friend instead.

contains/tw: dadsbestfriend(dbf)!thomas, dad!brendan, reader has a meltdown, mostly hurt/comfort or angst, one minor suggestive phrase.

pairing: dbf!thomas x reader

timeline: takes place a couple months after they met

word count: 1.4k

note: the title was funny to me :)) you're always welcome to discuss this AU, dbf!thom or dad!bren in my inbox if anyone wants !! also, please send me an ask or comment if you wanna be tagged in anything related to dbf!thom <3

the cold air nipped at the goosebumps on your bare arms as you stood in the dark. you'd finally decided to go out with your friends after weeks of stalling, only to have them leave with a set of boys, which left you all alone.

you didn't know where you were. they were your ride, so you simply followed them without question and ended up where you were. you were freezing, your feet hurt, you were hungry and just one minor inconvenience away from a meltdown.

your teeth sunk into your lip in an attempt to stop it from shaking. you didn't want to accept defeat but you had no other option, so you quickly dialed your dad's phone number.

"you've reached the voicemail box of—"

a frustrated sound left your mouth as you resorted to texting him instead. within a couple minutes, your phone rang.

"dad—"

"y/n, this better be important. i'm at an event," brendan cut you off before you could explain.

that was the minor inconvenience that led you to your meltdown.

you tried holding in the dam of tears, sucking in a sharp breath. you didn't know why you ever thought it would be a good idea to call him in the first place.

"i'm gonna hang up if you don't say anything—"

"i need you," you practically whimpered. "i-i'm stuck here, i don't know where and i don't know how to get home. please come get me."

he paused at the sound of your voice. "god, the things you get yourself into. this is important for hunter, y/n. you know i can't just leave."

"please," you begged. "i don't know where i am. its cold and dark and—"

"okay, okay, just hold on. i'll try to get out of this, give me some time and i'll be there. send me your location, alright?" he cut you off with a sigh, rubbing his forehead.

"mhm, i will. t-thank you dad, i'll see you soon," you replied, relieved and shocked that he agreed.

"see you," he hung up in an instant.

after sending him your location, you took a seat on the dirty curb in front of you, waiting for him to come. the orange street light flickered above you, on the verge of bursting, and an eerie feeling creeped up your spine.

you brought your knees up to your chest and ducked your head down, tears soaking the fabric of your dress. you heard small, frightening sounds as you waited, like the rustling of a bag behind you and footsteps. you wouldn't dare lift your head up for fear of what you'd see.

after nearly thirty minutes, you heard a car pull up. you immediately looked up with a small, fake smile on your face but upon the sight, a feeling of dread and disappointment filled your stomach.

you put your head back in your hands, sobs wracking through your body. you couldn't think straight, you didn't care who heard as the man who wasn't your father walked towards you.

the warmth of thomas' body radiated onto you as he stood by your feet, looking down at you with his arms crossed.

"what's wrong, mon chou?"

he held back a sigh and sorrow flooded through his body when he didn't get an answer from you, only hearing your cries. bending down at his waist, he cradled the back of your head in his hand and forced you to tilt your head up.

you looked heartbroken. your red, wet eyes almost made him angry. all he wanted to do was talk to whoever made you feel this way, but he already knew the culprit.

"you just wanted your dad, didn't you?" he asked softly.

your chest clenched at his words and you tried your hardest to hold back a sob as you nodded. your lip continued to tremble and he brought his hand to your cheek, the reason for your goosebumps now shifting.

"i'm sorry. i know i'm not your dad— god, that would be terrible. i'd never want to— i mean not because of you, you're amazing. i just mean like... you know, because—"

"i-i get it," you cut him off. you would have chuckled if you weren't feeling so miserable.

his eyes flickered around your surroundings before he crouched down to his knees. you sniffled, wiping the endless stream of tears with the back of your hands.

"c'mon, let's get outta here," he grabbed your hand and pulled you up with him. he began walking but you stayed frozen in place, causing him to turn back towards you.

"i don't wanna go home. please— please don't take me home," you shook your head.

you were making this hard for him. "i can't not take you home, y/n. bren'll be waiting for you."

"he won't even be home! he doesn't care, it doesn't even fucking matter!" you wept. "i don't matter."

"yes you do," he snapped back, almost angrily. "let's go, i'll take you somewhere else for now but you have to go back home later."

he spoke so sternly that you couldn't argue. he held the car door for you and waited until you buckled yourself up before heading into his own seat. no one said a word as he started the car and drove back home.

it was warm in his car but you still felt cold. you felt vulnerable and exposed. all you wanted was your dad and now, if he didn't already, thomas knew for sure that you never had him.

the silence wasn't awkward, but it wasn't comfortable either. you felt the need to speak up and say something. perhaps a thank you.

you opened your mouth to speak but he beat you to it.

"are you cold—"

"did you see my underwear?" you blurted out, a sniffle following.

his lips parted as his eyes glanced back and forth between you and the road. "i— what?"

"when i was sitting. 'cause.. 'cause i'm wearing a dress and i w-was sitting with my knees up."

"i mean i.. yeah," he confessed, looking away.

"i'm sorry," you apologized barely audibly as your face heated up.

"it's fine. not the way i thought i'd see you like that for the first time but," he stopped himself with a shrug. "cold?"

"huh?" you asked, eyebrows furrowing.

"nothing," he shook his head. "cold?"

for the first time tonight, a real smile danced upon your lips. "i know what you meant."

"i don't know what you're talking about," he kept his eyes on the road.

"sure," you played along while glancing at the tatooed arm on the wheel. his other arm rested by his side, his hand sitting comfortably on the gear.

you pushed away every sinful thought that rushed into your mind. "i'm sorry you had to come get me.. but thank you for coming."

"never apologize to me. i'd rather not have you stranded somewhere you don't recognize and i'm glad he asked me to come get you."

with a nod, you pursed your lips before asking the question that's been on your mind. "you weren't busy, were you?"

"hm?" he asked for clarification.

"like— like when dad called you, or texted, whatever. when he asked you to come get me.. were you doing anything important?"

you noticed something change in his eyes as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat. he opened his mouth before shutting it and repeated the action two more times before confessing.

he didn't want to tell you what he was doing out of fear that he'd make you feel worse. you were just starting to feel better, he didn't want to take that away from you after your long night. but he also didn't want to lie. his voice got caught in his throat as he wondered how to answer the question. the answer was so straightforward that he couldn't think of any other way to say it.

"i was, um.. i was at the event."

his eyes continued to avoid yours, not wanting to see the way your jaw dropped in the slightest.

"you what?"

"i was at the event," he repeated. "with your dad."

"you were there? so you could leave and he couldn't?" your murmured.

his head finally turned to you. "i'm sorry."

his hand on the gear made a move towards your own, rubbing soft circles on your skin. the action and the way it made you feel was almost enough to make you forget about your dad. almost.

but even though it wasn't enough, your breath still got caught in your throat.

even though it wasn't enough, you still felt warmth in your chest when you looked down to see your hands intertwined.

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[emerald-chaos]

had a request for drabble night!! what about dadsbestfriend!bucky where the reader cant fall asleep (maybe she has nightmares?) so she calls bucky & he tells her to come over :) some angsty fluff vibes?

Awh, this is really cute! I like the idea a lot. I changed it just a smidge, but I hope it's still what you wanted 💜. Thank you for requesting!

Pairing: Dadsbestfriend!Bucky x Avenger!Reader

Warnings: explicit language, PTSD-like themes, canon level violence

Word Count: 1.5k (oops thats not a drabble at all is it 🤦‍♀️)

There were nights you were able to turn them off–the voices and images that plagued your thoughts every time you attempted to rest your eyes. However, it was apparent tonight was not going to be one of those times. Each time you thought you were finally drifting off to sleep, a flash of a memory would fill your vision.

A civilian hurt.

A child crying.

The wreckage of a battle.

Your body jolted out of bed as your chest heaved, panting heavily to try and catch your breath. Tossing off the blankets, you padded into the bathroom to splash some cold water on your face–a desperate attempt to ground yourself. A heavy sigh tumbled from your lips as you leaned over the sink, allowing the water to drip slowly from your face and onto the granite below. You wanted to be able to tell yourself the images weren’t real, that it was all a nightmare–but that wasn’t true.

It was real. You were there. You experienced it to its fullest extent.

No, it wasn’t a nightmare at all. It was a memory.

You couldn’t even be bothered to hang up the towel after drying your face off–instead allowing it to crumple to the floor as you shuffled out of the bathroom. Your body begged you to crawl back in bed but you knew it was no use. As many as you’d experienced over the last few years, you’d thought your body would be more accustomed to the sleepless nights by now. The fatigue still managed to seep into every corner of your body in an attempt to pull you down into the dark pit, but you weren’t quite ready for that yet. There was still a sliver of fight left in you.

Out of the corner of your eye you noticed your next door neighbor’s porch light still illuminating the backyard. A small smile crept onto your face as you pulled a hoodie over your head and slipped on a pair of shoes. The porch light was a bat signal of sorts–one you’d come to know very well.

The signal of the damaged, relatively fucked up insomniacs.

Whenever you moved into your dad’s old place several years ago, you never expected much other than to fix up the place, get his affairs in order, and then try to flip it for a profit. Instead, you ended up settling in and befriending your dad’s old friend who happened to live next door.

Bucky and your dad had been friends for a number of years and he was one of the main reasons your dad even allowed you to work for S.H.I.E.L.D–well, that and the fact that you were a grown woman and he couldn’t make your decisions for you anymore. It made him feel better to know that Bucky was there to keep an eye on you and make sure you were safe.

Bucky had been just that to you for a few years, a coworker, but with the passing of your father and the almost-world-ending circumstances the two of you faced together, you had become rather close to one another. It wasn’t unlike the two of you to sit on his back porch together in the middle of the night–sharing a beer in silence as the two of you ignored the reason why you weren’t getting a restful night’s sleep.

After grabbing two beers from your fridge, you drudged through the yard and let yourself into Bucky’s place through the gate. Walking up to the deck, you saw him sitting there nursing a beer already. A smile spread across your face whenever you noticed that he had already had a beer waiting for you in your normal chair as well.

“What, you set your clock by me now, Barnes?” You joked, moving the beer to sit down and placing the two drinks you’d brought with you on the floor beside the chairs.

Bucky looked over and grinned as he heard your voice. As usual, he looked tired. Dark circles decorated the underneath of his eyes, weeks worth of unshaved stubble lined his jaw, and his chestnut hair was pulled into a small bun at the nape of his neck.

“Was startin’ to think you were gonna stand me up.” Bucky shuffled slightly in his seat, tossing back the rest of his beer before grabbing the one you had brought over for him.

“No such luck, sorry pal.”

Cracking open your own beer, you brought the cool bottle to your lips and welcomed the bitter taste of the liquid into your mouth.

Although the two of you remained unmoving and quiet for what felt like ages, there was something comforting about simply being in Bucky’s presence. It could’ve been his warm demeanor or the way he glanced at you every now and again to study your face and make sure you were okay–but above all, he was someone who understood. Understood better than anyone else the things you had seen and the things you had taken part in.

Being a hero isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. Sure, there are benefits and you save lives, but you often don’t talk about the ones you can’t.

“You can’t blame yourself, ya know.” Bucky’s gruff voice cut through the silence, causing you to pull yourself from your mind and look over at him.

“I know that look all too well. It’s not your fault.” Bucky’s soft blue eyes met yours and if you didn’t know any better you could swear you felt like crying on the spot.

“I know that.” You scoffed, looking back down at your beer.

Damn him and his ability to read you like a book.

“Then cut it out.” Bucky’s matter-of-fact attitude about things was one of his less likable qualities.

“Let me get right on that. Oh, wait…would you look at that? I’m cured!” You rolled your eyes and tossed back another swig of beer as Bucky chuckled at your attitude.

“I’m just tryna save you from years of trouble, kid. And therapy, if you can manage to stay out of it. That shit sucks.” Bucky finished his beer and placed the empty bottle on the table beside him.

Shoving his hands into his pockets, he looked over at you with that same look of soft concern he always had shown for you. The two of you held each other’s gaze for several seconds before you both tore off to stare out into the dark yard in front of you. Somehow, that one look said more than either of you needed to.

“I just don’t know how you do it, Buck.” You finally spoke, sniffling slightly as your nose began to run from the cold, nighttime air. “All the good we do, all the positive things that come out of our jobs, and the only thing my brain wants to focus on is the negative.”

Bucky stared intently at the ground as you spoke, soaking up every word you were telling him.

“Sometimes I wonder if it’s even fuckin’ worth it, you know? Are we even making enough of a difference to warrant all the bullshit?” Finishing your beer, you roughly slammed the bottle down before flipping your hood up onto your head and shoving your own hands in your pockets.

The air was painfully silent for a few moments before you heard a small grunt come from the man beside you. Without you even realizing, Bucky had stepped inside during those few silent moments and grabbed a blanket for you. Your gaze lingered on the blanket outstretched toward you for a moment before looking up to meet his eyes.

“You’re cold. Just put it on.” Bucky shook the material slightly at you, urging you to cover yourself up.

You cleared your throat slightly before reaching out and taking the material from his hands, spreading the blanket out to cover your lap.

“By the way, it is worth it.” Bucky groaned slightly as he slumped back into his chair beside you, sinking down slightly. “It’s gotta be worth it...”

You weren’t looking at him at that moment, but you could tell the last part of that statement was more him trying to convince himself than you. When you looked over at him again, his eyes were trained on his lap where his hands were fiddling with one another. Instead of staying silent and looking back out into the yard, you took the opportunity to stand up and move your chair closer to him. You could feel his eyes on you as you moved and still when you slipped back into your chair with a sigh. Leaning your head over onto his shoulder, you closed your eyes and took in a deep breath.

“Thanks, Bucky.” You exhaled, snuggling into his shoulder as you heard a small chuckle come from beside you. “You always know what to say.”

While that wasn’t entirely untrue, the real truth was that sometimes what needed to be said was actually nothing at all.

Sometimes, you just needed him.

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