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bigtreefest · 2 months
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You Catch More Bees With Honey Masterlist
A Mob! Bucky x Farmer! Reader Series
Part of the Outta Nowhere AU
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Series Summary: Bucky doesn’t always have to personally negotiate his business dealings, but what happens when one of them insists they’ll only deal with him? He heads out to the country to get it sorted, of course.
1. Digging For Gold
2. Ouch, That Stings
3. Honey Trap
4. Under Pressure
5. From the Ground Up
6. San Antonio Stroll
7. Have a Cow
8. Golden Hour
9. When a Friend Asks for Help
10. Barn Burner
11. Tippin’ Tractors, Takin’ Names
Drabbles & Extras
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nastybuckybarnes · 4 months
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Kingdom Fall  -  One
Pairing: Farmboy!Bucky X Princess!Reader 
Summary: When an invading Kingdom forces you to flee your home, you find yourself stranded in an enemy kingdom on a farm, and the farmboy is nothing like you thought he would be. 
Warnings: Violence, Angst, Fluff, Language, More to Come
Word Count: 2.1K
A/n: Gonna spit out part one of this royal AU because im a what? A slut for royal AUs. I have 7 parts of this written lol. I also have more DBF!Bucky on the roster sooooo yeah im excited for that. Also wanna work on a viking!Bucky X reader. I’m also working on a few one shots and teddy bear picnic, so I HOPE to do another 12 days of ficmas or something like that but I'll keep y’all posted
Anywhoodles, I love you all <3 
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“They’ve set fire to the Palace! We must hasten!”
Screams echo from the Palace as you rush through the servants' hallways, your personal guard pushing people aside in his haste to get you to safety.
You mutter out soft apologies to the women you pass, gathering the base of your gown and hiking it up as you sprint after him.
“Come, I can smell the stables. This way!”
You run after him, slowing only when you see your horse.
“Hurry, Princess. Up,” Steve says, helping you up onto your horse and climbing onto his a second later.
“Now we ride!”
As if hearing his command, your mares both start sprinting away from the Palace.
Away from your home, your people.
A risked glance over your shoulder at the flaming building breaks your heart. But, what’s worse, is the group chasing after you and Steve on their own horses.
Following your gaze, the blond glances back and pushes his mare to run faster, desperate to get you to safety, to do his job properly without fail.
“Go, Princess!”
You follow his command, looking back again when you hear him slow his horse.
“Steve!”
With a yank on the reins, you guide your horse back to his, heart in your throat when you see him unsheathe his sword.
He’s sacrificing himself to keep you safe.
“Go, Princess! Now!” He shouts, holding his shield in one hand and a sword in the other.
“No! I won’t leave you!” You grab at your own sword and slide off your mare, stumbling against the uneven ground.
“No! You are of no use to your people if you are dead. You must go.”
You shake your head, tears welling up in your eyes.
“I won’t leave without you, Steve.”
He lets out a sigh and presses his forehead to yours for a brief moment.
“I will find you, Princess. This, I swear. Now you must go.”
“You will find me,” you order softly, pulling away from him and looking into his ocean-blue eyes.
He nods firmly, determination in his eyes as you climb back onto your horse.
“I will,” he promises, turning to the sounds of battle.
Your mare starts sprinting away, and only moments later do you hear the sound of swords clashing.
It takes every ounce of self-control you have not to turn around and fight by his side.
But he’s right.
Only the Gods know if your sisters survived, and if they didn't then you’re the only hope your Kingdom has.
You ride through the night, your mare expertly dodging trees and roots and running far away from the danger.
You’ve no idea how far you’ve gone nor where you are, when your horse stumbles on the uneven ground, launching you off of her back and sending you flying into the woods.
Your head smashes against a tree and you tumble to the ground in a heap as the world around you fades to black.
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You awake with a soft groan, your head pounding and your body aching.
It takes a moment for you to remember what happened, but when you do you’re lurching upright regardless of the pain in your head.
Instead of being on the forest floor, however, you’re in a soft bed. The sky is not above you, instead a roof is.
You push to your feet and examine yourself, noting the lack of bindings around your arms and no pain between your legs.
So you haven’t been taken by someone who wishes to do immediate harm to you, but that doesn’t mean that they won’t hurt you at some point.
After taking a few deep breaths to steady yourself, you slowly open the door, peaking around before fully emerging.
You’re alone.
You explore the small house, keeping your breathing light and your feet even lighter.
It has one bedroom, a small kitchen, and an even smaller bathroom.
Your sword and weapons are all piled on the kitchen table, filling your heart with glee. With quick fingers, you slide them all back into place and hold your sword tightly, then head to the front door.
As you’re about to leave, with one hand on the doorknob, the door gets pulled open from the outside.
A huge body steps through the doorway without noticing you, and then you’re colliding with a hard chest.
“Oof!” You exclaim, nearly tumbling to the floor.
A study arm wraps around your waist, keeping you steady, and then you’re pressed against a warm chest.
“Whoa, easy! You shouldn’t be moving too much! That wound on your head looks pretty bad, you must've hit it hard when you fell.” He slowly drops his arm from around your waist and steps around you to inspect the wound in question.
“I cleaned you as best as I could while keeping you decent and your modesty intact, but I gathered some clothes that used to belong to my sister, and I need only light the embers beneath the tub. Now that you’re awake, you can truly clean, I’m sure you must want to.”
You stand there in the doorway, absolutely flabbergasted as this man drones on and on.
He must not know who you are, then, you decide.
“Here, I'll show you the way.”
You already know the way to the bathroom, but you follow him anyway, leaving a wide berth in case he makes a hostile move.
“Who are you?” You ask skeptically, watching as he keeps his back to you, leaving him vulnerable. He must know how many weapons you have, for he’s the one who took them from you. So why is he trusting you like this?
“My name is James,” he says with a small smile thrown your way.
You nod slowly, assessing him carefully.
“I am (Y/n),” you reply after a moment, waiting for the pieces to click in his mind, for him to realize who you are and try to kill you, but he never does.
“It’s very nice to meet you, (Y/n). The water should warm up soon. Linger as long as you’d like, I’m going to be in the kitchen making some food and a nice warm cup of tea for you.”
He leaves immediately after, pulling the door shut behind him.
You wait for a lock to click, for footsteps to barge into the house, or for some sort of fire to start, but nothing happens.
You wait for half an hour, each second ticking slowly in your mind, your sword held tightly in your grasp. Eventually, you strip down to your white slip and step into the warm water, a dagger held in one hand and a washcloth in the other.
Maybe it is an ambush, but if it isn't, you don't want to waste this opportunity to clean yourself.
Throughout the entire bath, the door stays closed and nobody tries to enter. Not once.
Once you’re finished, you dress in the clothes he gave you. The dress is a little snug, but a tug on the stitches fixes that swiftly.
It’s nothing spectacular, but you can move comfortably and even fight in it if you need to.
With a dagger in one hand and your sword in the other, you slowly emerge from the bathroom and into the kitchen where James is seated, humming softly to himself.
“How are you feeling?” He asks once he notices your presence.
“Better. Thank you.”
He nods, that gentle smile on his face again.
He rises to his feet and motions to the chair across from where he was sitting, then turns and walks to the counter, “the water is still warm. I wanted to wait to have my own tea with you. I have so many questions for you.”
You watch intently as he pours two cups of tea, handing one to you and then sitting back down.
You wait until after he’s had a sip of his to have a sip of your own, and when the flavour hits your tongue you can’t help but relax a bit.
“It’s my mother’s recipe. She used to make it for my sister and me whenever we were sick or upset. I thought... it might make you feel better. I can’t imagine how scared you must’ve been, waking up in a strange place.”
You want to tell him that you weren’t scared, a warrior doesn’t feel fear, but instead, you take another sip of tea.
“What happened? I found you lying in the woods near the creek, a horse protecting you. It took me nearly ten minutes to tame it enough to check you for injuries. Where are you coming from? Your clothes aren’t from Lornilla and I’ve never seen a woman carry so many weapons before.”
His waterfall of questions gives you a few answers.
Your horse is safe, no one knows where you are, and you’ve wound up in the invading Kingdom of Lornilla.
“I am... not from around here. I travelled a great distance, and I was thrown from my horse when she tripped,” you offer only that as your explanation and he nods, beyond curious but not wanting to push you any farther.
“Where am I?” You ask, taking another sip of the tea and looking around the small house again.
“Just outside the village. If you follow the gravel road there it will take you to the heart of Lornilla, though I don’t recommend a woman such as yourself going there alone.”
Your brows draw together, “do you not think me capable of protecting myself?” You question, your ego bruised.
His eyes go wide and he’s quick to try and explain himself.
“N-No! I just... they don’t treat women well there, is all. ‘Specially not women who defend themselves. You look like a strong person, and, based on all the knives you have, I don’t doubt you could defend yourself, but it’s dangerous to speak against men, even as a man.”
Ah yes, the patriarchal ways of Lornilla rage on.
You have to hold back an eye-roll at the thought of such a useless Kingdom treating women terribly.
But that brings you to your situation now.
You remember the smell of smoke and the sound of screams as the Lornillian army invaded your kingdom.
You know not if your sisters survived, nor if your mother did. But, knowing your mother, you know that if she went down it was not without a fight.
“Are you all right?” James asks softly, worry pulling his brows together.
Why does this random stranger care so much?
“Why did you help me? Why not leave me in the forest?” You ask, ignoring his question.
“You... you were hurt. I couldn’t just leave you there.”
“Why not? Anyone else would have. Or done worse, if we’re close to Lornilla.”
He nods, his lips pursed for a moment, “I’m not anyone else. I’m me. And I know that, were it my sister in your shoes, I’d hope someone would help her. You probably have a family... a husband... who would be terribly worried about you. I know that if I had a wife and she went out and were hurt... I’d want to know that there was a good person somewhere willing to help her.”
His answer surprises you and, as you look into his eyes, you see nothing but truth in them.
“I have no husband,” you tell him after a moment. “I know not if my family is alive. There very well could be no one looking for me...” your thoughts drift to Steve and your heart hurts a bit. “Does this change your thoughts at all? Knowing that you could do whatever you please with no consequences?”
A sour expression covers his face and he shakes his head, “It is not the consequences that stop me from doing terrible things, it’s the actions themselves.”
You watch him for a long moment, surprised and intrigued by him, his kindness, though you don’t fully trust it yet.
“If you do not have a husband, do you know anyone nearby? You must’ve been on your way somewhere, is there someplace I can direct you?” He asks gently.
You shake your head, a grey cloud darkening your mood as thoughts of your family fill your mind, worry tying a knot in your stomach.
“I... no. I don’t know anyone nearby. I don’t even know where I’m meant to go.”
He looks at you, at the way your shoulders slump forward slightly, your eyes draw down and defeat colours your tone, and he feels bad that there isn’t more he can do.
“You’re welcome to stay here for as long as you need. I hope you don’t think I’m trying to make you leave. As long as you need, you may stay here.”
You smile gratefully at him, ignoring the stinging in your eyes.
“Thank you, James.”
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mannyblacque · 6 months
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The young ones and the elders.
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Tears In His Ferrari || Chp 9 - B.Barnes
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Character: Bucky Barnes x Farmer!Reader
Summary: Bucky Barnes, used to a life of luxury, takes on farm challenges in a bet with his father. Mud-stained Ferraris and a rustic farmhouse lead to unexpected personal growth, guided by the stern mentorship of Y/N, a farmer making his city-boy life difficult.
Theme: Fluff, Slice of Life, Heart-Warming.
Main Masterlist || support: Ko-fi
Thank you to anyone who gave a like, reblog, and left a comment. It motivated me to write more. 
Chapters: Chp 1, Chp 2, Chp 3 , Chp 4 , Chp 5 , Chp 6 , Chp 7 , Chp 8 , Chp 9 , -
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Bucky, noticing the strained atmosphere between Kate and Y/N, decided to take matters into his own hands.
"Hey, Y/N," Bucky interjected, his voice laced with a hint of urgency, "could you teach me how to clean Alpine's hooves?"
Y/N paused, her expression softening as she recognized Bucky's attempt to diffuse the tension. "Of course," she replied, offering him a reassuring smile.
With a sense of relief washing over him, Bucky led the way to the stables, eager to learn from Y/N and escape the brewing conflict with Kate.
Meanwhile, Kate seethed with frustration, her hostility towards Y/N palpable. Clenching her fists, she struggled to contain her anger as she watched Bucky and Y/N walk away, leaving her behind.
"Shit!" she muttered under her breath, her perfectly manicured nails leaving indentations on her palms as she pressed them tightly together.
Turning to her assistant, Kate issued a terse command. "I want you to gather information on someone."
Kate couldn't fathom how Bucky could abandon her for a mere farm girl when there were plenty of wealthy suitors vying for her attention. The thought fueled her irritation, exacerbating her already sour mood.
With a frustrated huff, Kate stomped her expensive shoes on the ground, unwittingly stepping into a patch of mud. The dirt splattered across her face, staining her clothes and ruining her pristine footwear.
"Fuck!" she exclaimed, her outburst startling the nearby animals, who responded with their own cacophony of sounds.
As the chickens clucked "Buk-buk-ba-gawk!!!" and the cows mooed, "Moooo…!" Kate felt a surge of indignation. She despised the rural setting and everything it represented, longing for the comfort and luxury of her city life.
Determined to uncover any secrets Y/N might be hiding, Kate hoped that the information her assistant obtained would give her the leverage she needed to regain control of the situation.
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At the stable, Bucky observed closely as Y/N expertly cleaned Alpine's hooves. Her movements were precise and confident, a testament to her familiarity with the task.
She explained, her voice calm and knowledgeable, “Regular cleaning is also the only way to remove impacted dirt, mud, and manure from the hoof. When you give your horse a bath, take the time to carefully clean out their hooves to prevent horse scratches and infections.”
Bucky nodded attentively, absorbing her instructions. “I see. I'll try my best to take care of Alpine.”
Y/N smiled approvingly. “Good. You're getting better at living on this farm.”
Bucky felt a flush of shyness at her compliment. He hadn't expected Y/N to praise him. “Hehe, but I'm nothing compared to you.”
As she brushed Alpine's coat, Y/N chuckled softly. “Well, I'm already used to this. If you asked me to drive a sports car or make a vlog, I wouldn't have a clue.”
Bucky's curiosity piqued. “You've never driven a sports car?”
Y/N rolled her eyes playfully. “Not everyone is as rich as you.”
Realizing his unintentional insensitivity, Bucky hurriedly apologized. “Uhh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it that way.”
Then, an idea struck him. “Do you want me to teach you?”
Bucky said, "You have taught me how to drive a truck. It's more difficult than driving my Ferrari. I think you can do it."
Y/N paused, considering his offer. Bucky couldn't see her expression from his angle. “Hmm, I'll pass, but thanks for the offer.”
Disappointed but understanding, Bucky nodded. He had hoped to share the thrill of driving a sports car with Y/N, to give her a glimpse of his world, and understand his passion for racing.
Suddenly, Toby burst into the stable, his usually cheerful face now drawn with worry. “Y/N, Bucky, I need to go home!”
Concern etched across his features, Bucky approached. "What's wrong?"
“My grandmother,” Toby gasped, his voice trembling. “She's having a hard time breathing.”
Y/N wasted no time. “Get in my car, and I'll call the doctor on the way.”
Bucky, feeling a surge of determination, stepped forward. “I want to help.”
Y/N hesitated, considering Bucky's offer. “It won't fit since we're going to pick up both his grandparents.”
But Bucky wasn't deterred. “I'll use my car. It's faster. I'll meet you at Toby's house and then drive his grandma to the hospital.”
Y/N nodded, seeing the logic in Bucky's plan. “Alright.”
With determination in his eyes, Bucky hurried to his red Ferrari and fired up the engine.
"VROOM!"
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The roar of the Ferrari's powerful motor sent a thrill through him. “Let's help someone,” he declared, gripping the steering wheel tightly.
As they drove towards Toby's house, Bucky followed Y/N's truck, his mind racing with thoughts. He couldn't help but marvel at Toby's resilience, realizing that the young boy had been walking to and from the farm every day.
Bucky remembered Toby, who never seemed tired each time he came by.
He felt like all his life he had the privilege to own a car and have a private driver to drive him around.
Arriving at Toby's house, Bucky took in the scene before him—the abundance of bee boxes and honey jars, a testament to the family's livelihood. Yet, despite their hard work, they lacked the resources and transportation in times of emergency.
Feeling a pang of guilt, Bucky reflected on his life of luxury, provided by his father's wealth.
Entering the house, Bucky saw Toby's grandparents. The love between them was palpable, even in their moment of distress. Toby's grandmother struggled to breathe, her frail form supported by her husband.
Bucky sprang into action with urgency, lifting Toby's grandmother gently into his arms.
Toby's grandfather regarded Bucky with curiosity who carried his wife into the small car. “Who is this young man?”
Toby assured him, “He's my great friend. Trust him, grandpa.”
As they hurried Toby's grandmother into Bucky's car, Toby's grandfather's eyes reflected both worry and gratitude, hoping for the best for his beloved wife.
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With minimal traffic on the road, Bucky navigated the streets swiftly, arriving at the hospital in just 10 minutes. Carrying Toby's grandmother into the emergency room, he conveyed the urgency of her condition to the attending doctor. "She's having a hard time breathing. It's been 20 minutes."
The medical team, already briefed by Y/N, sprang into action, swiftly preparing a bed for the elderly woman. "Quick, put her here," they instructed, their sense of urgency matching Bucky's own.
As he received updates upon his arrival, Bucky prayed for Toby's grandmother's swift recovery. The weight of the situation settled heavily on his shoulders, a newfound sense of responsibility driving him to do everything in his power to help.
Ten minutes later, Y/N, Toby, and his grandfather arrived at the hospital, their anxious expressions mirroring Bucky's own concern. "Where is she?" Toby's grandfather inquired, his voice trembling with worry.
Bucky relayed the nurse's assurance. "The doctor is still looking after her, but the nurse told him her breathing problem has already improved."
Relief washed over the group, evident in their collective sighs. Toby's grandfather extended his hand to Bucky in gratitude. "Thank you, young man. Thank you so much."
Though unused to such displays of appreciation, Bucky accepted the gesture with a sense of humility, his heart warmed by the genuine gratitude.
Not just him, but Y/N felt it too. Watching Bucky's efforts to help Toby and his grandparents, Y/N's perception of him changed. He wasn't the spoiled person she had initially thought him to be.
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As they waited at the hospital, Bucky's thoughts drifted to his father. Reflecting on their strained relationship, he wondered when they had last spent quality time together. The sight of his father's graying hair flashed in his mind, prompting concerns about his health. Had his father undergone regular check-ups?
His musings were interrupted by Toby's grandfather's somber conversation with a doctor. "We couldn't afford the surgery," he overheard, the weight of the words settling heavily on Bucky's heart.
Caught in a moment of helplessness, Toby echoed his grandfather's sentiments. If only his father hadn't succumbed to gambling, they would have had the means to afford the necessary medical treatment for his grandmother.
Feeling helpless, Bucky watched as Toby and his family grappled with the harsh reality of their financial limitations. Meanwhile, Y/N, ever resourceful, discussed options to assist Toby's grandmother with the hospital administration.
In the midst of the chaotic scene at the hospital, Bucky felt overwhelmed by the raw emotions surrounding him. The sight of an 80-year-old man in tears and the anguished voice of another man grappling with his inability to provide for his loved one brought a lump to Bucky's throat, threatening to unleash his own flood of tears.
In stark contrast to his usual composed demeanor, Bucky clenched his fists in frustration, his heart aching with the weight of helplessness. In a world where a simple swipe of his card could solve most problems, he now found himself powerless in the face of someone else's suffering.
Determined to make a difference, Bucky stepped outside the hospital, his resolve firm as he dialed his father's number.
“Hello,” came his father's curt greeting.
“Dad. I need your help,” Bucky began, his voice tinged with urgency.
His father's response was laced with skepticism. “What did you do this time?”
Bucky's frustration mounted as he struggled to convey the gravity of the situation. “Huh? No, Dad, this isn't about me. I want to help someone.”
But his father's skepticism persisted. “Really? It's not the same as when you ask for a private jet to pick up your friends for a party?”
Bucky winced at the reminder of his past selfishness, feeling ashamed. “No, Dad, this is different. This is about someone's life. A farmer I know is facing a medical issue and can't afford surgery. I want to help them, but I don't have the money. Dad, can you help me?”
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line, stretching agonizingly as Bucky waited for his father's response.
“...”
“Hello? Dad?” Bucky prompted anxiously, his heart pounding in his chest.
“How much for the surgery?” his father's voice finally broke through the silence.
Relief flooded through Bucky, gratitude welling up within him. “Thank you, Dad. You're the best. Oh, can I ask one more thing?” he added, seizing the opportunity to make another request, his mind already racing with possibilities.
As he awaited his father's response, Bucky couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness, knowing that with his father's support, he could truly make a difference in someone's life.
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Inside the office, with expansive windows offering sweeping views of the city skyline, sat a man of distinguished presence. David Barnes, at 50 years old, possessed an aura of approachability coupled with an unmistakable air of authority.
David was renowned in the business world for his astute decisions and remarkable success. With a seemingly effortless knack for turning ventures into triumphs, he had earned the moniker of having a Midas touch.
Yet, despite his prowess in the realm of business, David found himself somewhat adrift when it came to matters concerning his son, Bucky. His only child, Bucky's recent actions had stirred something within David, a sense of curiosity and perhaps even pride.
As he listened to Bucky's earnest plea for assistance, David felt a stirring within him. It was a rare glimpse of the young man his son had become, a departure from the carefree persona that had once defined him.
With a decisive nod, David motioned to his secretary. “Send $20,000 to this hospital,” he instructed, his voice tinged with a quiet resolve.
The secretary, ever efficient, sought clarification. “Did Bucky get hurt?” she inquired, her concern evident in her tone.
David shook his head, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he gazed at the sunset, casting its golden hues across the city cape. “No,” he replied simply, “he's helping someone.”
At that moment, as he watched the sun dip below the horizon, David felt a swell of pride for his son, realizing that there was more to success than just business acumen—that true wealth lay in the ability to lend a helping hand to those in need.
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thyme-in-a-bubble · 1 year
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the eflorr trilogy
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warnings: fantasy AU (monsters, but not much magic), original fantasy world, violence, explicit sexual content
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fused with the foe
king!steve rogers x princess!reader, enemies to lovers, arranged marriage, total word count is 18k
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE (30/3-24)
CHAPTER FOUR (6/4-24)
CHAPTER FIVE (13/4-24)
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the wistful wyvern
knight!bucky barnes x knight!reader, ex-friends to lovers, forced proximity
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
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soot and sparks
blacksmith!peter parker x farmer!reader, friends to lovers  
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
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© 2023 thyme-in-a-bubble
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noctumbra · 2 years
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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. 
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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.
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─ ONE-SHOTS 
─ HEADCANONS/BLURBS
─ KINKTOBER
─ CHUBBY!BUCKY
─ SUCKTEMBER 
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MASTERLIST VOL. II
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chrisdrysdale · 1 year
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Honey love
farmer!bucky x farmer!fem!reader. (part of the “Farmland sweetness AU)
Summary: He always had his eye you, out feeding your animals, picking fruit and flowers, checking up on the honey bees but he's always been to scared to make a move, until now
18+ only &lt;3
warnings: tooth rotting floof, flirting, shy bucky and reader, slow fluffy sex, cuddles, lots of kisses.
a/n: might turn this into an AU so maybe send drabble asks about the story?
word count: 2.2k
dividers by: @danowh0re
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He was perfect, you were perfect. It was meant to be You don’t really know how all of this happened. One day you’re in the big city, good job, good relationship.. The next day, you’re moving out, fired and single. You decided to move out to the countryside, you need a detox from the big city. You settled into a small farm, other farms surrounding you. 
When you got settled you had no animals on the farm, just some old beehives from the previous owner and cat who came with the house called, Mittens. You were happy, but you wanted a purpose on your land. You ordered some cows, sheeps and chicken and fixed up the beehives and now you had a purpose. The catch is, you didn’t know anything about farming.You decided this would be a good time to introduce yourself to your neighbours. On your left hand side you had, Steve. He was tall, blonde and very strong. He showed you the right food to buy for your cattle and how to shear the sheep in the summer and where to sell it to. Two doors down from you was Tony, he was the techy one, he showed you which tractors and ploughs to invest in. On your right you had Ari, he didn’t really show you anything, he was too busy checking you out and just told you if you needed any heavy lifting to come to him. Wanda and Nat lived next to Ari, they showed you their beehives and how to care for them. Jake was the last on the street, he gave you some started seeds for berries and flowers which you were very thankful Then there was Bucky, he lived a few doors down from Steve. He had farmland and lots of experience. You knocked on his door and your breath was taken away when he opened the door. He was gorgeous, tall, muscular, dark brown hair and a scruffy face. He was perfect. You gave him a sheepish smile before speaking. “Hi, I’m y/n, I moved in a few weeks ago and I’m jus’ setting up my land now and I was wondering if you had any tips or tricks”. He smiled softly at you and opened his door wider. “Why don’t you come in, honey. I got a book of buyers and sellers that can help you”. You blushed and took his offer, stepping in and the smell of vanilla and oak overcame you. “I’m Bucky, by the way”. He led you into the kitchen and stuck on the kettle and began rummaging around looking for the book. “I assume you met everyon- oh please tell me you haven’t talked to Ari?” You giggled softly and he groaned. “God he tries to get his hand on every woman who come onto the street, you should have seen how disappointed he was when he found out Wanda and Nat were lesbians” You laughed softly and he smiled at you. “You have a beautiful laugh” 
You blushed hard and he handed you the book, filled to the brim with leaflets and cards. “Woah, thank you Bucky” “You’re welcome, honey. Would you like some tea?” You smiled and nodded as you began flicking through the book, but got a little shocked when a white fluffy cat jumped up on the table. The cat purred and nudged his head under your hand, you gently rubbed him and smiled when Bucky turned back. “I see you’ve met Alpine” “Aw! That’s such a cute name.” You kept petting him as Bucky handed you your tea and soon enough Alpine nestled down on the chair beside you. “So tell me about yourself, y/n. What's a gorgeous girl doing out here on a farm all alone”. You blushed at his slight compliment and told him the whole story of how and why you moved out leaving him in awe. “That’s quite the life story, honey”. You nodded and finished your tea. “Don’t I know it” You looked over at the clock and then out the window to where the sun was setting. You closed over the book and looked at Bucky. “I should probably get going now, I have a lot of animals to feed now” You both chuckled and you gave the book back to Bucky but he refused. “Keep it, honey. You need it more than I do”. You smiled and gave him a quick hug before leaving. 
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The next few months were amazing for you. Flowers and plants began blossoming up all over your land, all your animals were healthy and producing well and you were getting close with all your neighbours. You and Steve would constantly bake on the weekends and you, Wanda and Natasha would all package up honey to sell. But you also grew closer to Bucky, you could sense that something was there. You just didn’t know what. You would constantly have tea at his house, sometimes bringing whatever baked goods you and Steve made that weekend and him teaching you the tricks of the trade. But then it all kinda stopped. Bucky stopped inviting you over and slowly started to stop coming out onto the road. You vented your heart out to the girls about how you were feeling and they felt awful for you, but there wasn’t much they could do, there wasn’t much anyone could do. So you gave up. You realised he must not feel the same and that nothing was going to happen. But that’s not what was happening. Bucky wanted you so bad that he had to distance himself from you, too worried to upset you, or make you uncomfortable that he literally had to take himself away from you. You were out the next day, scraping up some honey from your beehives as mittens flops and rolls around the grass beside you. You spotted someone walking up the lane and soon realised it was Bucky. You quickly dropped your scraper and began taking off your bee suit and running over to him. You opened your gate and ran down to him. “Bucky! Hey Bucky!” He turned and gave you a nervous smile. “H-hey, honey” You gave him a big hug and gently rocked side to side. “I’ve missed you so much! Where have you been?” “Jus’ been a bit down, lovely”. You frowned at his words. “Well why don’t you come over for a picnic later”. Bucky smiled softly and nodded, making you squeal with excitement. “How about four? Oh! And bring Alpine too, he can play with mittens. You smiled and let Bucky start walking again. “See you later!!”. You ran back to your house and instantly began preparing. You made your best sandwiches and picked your best strawberries, and got the best bottle of champagne from Wanda and Natahsa and packed up some of the cookies you and Steve made this weekend. You showered and got changed quickly, putting on a small sundress covered in little flowers. You went down to your field with your basket and blanket in one hand and mittens in the other. You laid it down and placed mittens on it before setting up the platter of food and laying little flowers on it. You sat down once you saw Bucky walking up the lane. He walked in your gate, Alpine trotting along behind him, you waved at him and he waved back. You stood up and hugged him as he got the blanket. “Hi Bucky” “Hi Honey” you both smiled and sat at the blanket and you showed Bucky. “I made ham and cheese sandwiches, picked and washed some strawberries from my greenhouse, those are cookies me and Steve last weekend and I stole some champagne from Wanda and Nat.” Bucky smiled widely at you. “Wow y/n, this all looks amazing.. You really didn't have to do all this for me”
“But I wanted to, you said you were feeling down, plus you helped me so I help you”. He smiled at you with so much love in his eyes and looked at the food. “Can I try one of your sandwiches?” You nodded and handed him one and you both began to eat. As you both ate you talked over how life has been and how you both were. By the end of the picnic, your head was resting on Buck’s shoulder and both the cats were snuggled up together. He gently stroked your arm and inhaled the scent of your hair as you watched the sunset. “I missed this honey, I missed us”. You sat up and looked at him, gently stroking his face. “I missed it too..  I got really worried about you. Why were you down Buck?” He sighed and rubbed his forehead. “I can’t tell you sweetheart” You pouted and moved your hand to his chin. “Yes you can..” Once he heard that, he gently moved his face closer to yours and kissed you softly, taking you by surprise but you kissed him back. The kiss slowly became more and more passionate as Bucky brought his hands to the side of your face and mumbled out. “That’s why I’ve been down.. Couldn't have you”. He kissed you more and you crawled into his lap. “I want you too Bucky”. You moaned out into the kiss making him pull away. “You sure?”
“Positive.” Bucky quickly scoops up you and two cats before running back to your house. He dropped the two cats off at the door and brought you upstairs as he kissed you more. He kicked open your bedroom door and laid you on the bed, groaning at the sight of your perked nipples through your dress. He pulled off his flannel and his vest before kneeling between you and kissing down the outside of your dress. “Fuck, you’re gorgoeus, honey”. He kept going down before laying flat on his stomach and flipping your dress up and tugging down your pretty white panties revealing your dripping core. Bucky licked a stripe up your pussy and groaned. “Yup.. sweet like honey” Bucky ate you out like a starved man as you fisted his hair up in your hand and rocked your hips into his face before coming all over it. You panted as he kissed back up to your lips. You swirled your tongue around his mouth, your taste still lingering as your hand went down into his jeans. You began to gently stroke him, making him groan into your mouth but suddenly he pulled your hand out. “That’s for another day, baby. I need to be inside you”. You moaned at his words and pulled off your dress and bra as he undid his boxers. But then looked at you with a frown. “Condom?” but you winked back “pill” 
He pushed in softly but fast, making you scream in pleasure as he bottomed out. “That’s it baby, take my cock”. You moaned and arched your back as he began to slam into you, holding your waist. “Fuckin’ dreamed of this honey”. He laid on you, holding your face as he kissed and fucked you. You tugged on his hair, wrapping your legs around his waist  and digging your heels into his lower back. Bucky groaned and sucked a small hickey. “Taking me so well, baby, I’m all in there”. You moaned louder and louder as you clenched around him. “Oh fuck honey! You close already?” You moaned and your cheeks went flushed red. “Sorry” “No No please don’t apologise, I’m close too”. He panted into your ear, rocking his hips fast as you kissed him again. He moaned into your mouth. “Cum for me baby” You moaned loudly and clenched hard around him, causing his own orgasm to wash over him. You both froze, staring at each other as your highs slowly faded. You brought your hand up and stroked your thumb over his flushed cheek before he kissed you softly. Bucky pulled out slowly and quickly ran to your bathroom and grabbed a towel before coming back and wiping you both down. He tossed the clothes onto the floor and helped you under the covers, holding you close. “Get some rest, honey. You need it” you nodded and smiled before quickly falling asleep, Bucky following soon after.
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You wake up the next morning to the smell of pancakes floating through the house. You quickly grabbed Bucky’s flannel and put it on, running down stairs and hugging Bucky’s waist. He chuckled softly and hugged your arms. “Hi Bucky” 
“Hi y/n, how’d you sleep beautiful?”
“So well” you replied back as you went over to the two cats, curled up on the couch. You went back over to Bucky and looked at him before speaking. “What happened last night, I ho-”. Bucky cut you off with a kiss and chuckled softly. “No it wasn’t just a one time thing.. I want this with you honey… I want it all”. You kissed his cheek. “Good.. Cause i want it all too” 
Bucky smiled at you and dished up the pancakes. “C’mon love, lets go have this on the deck, maybe Ari will come out and believe me you don’t wanna miss his reaction when he realises he can’t have you either!” 
Fin! <3 
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A Farmer’s Delight
Pairing: Bucky x reader (Farmer AU)
Word Count: 4,743
Summary: An ordinary Sunday morning runs turns into something much more extraordinary when you meet the Farmer down the road.  
Author’s Note: So a friend shared this tik tok with me a while back and it gave me an idea for farmer Bucky. Watch the tik tok here I definitely went a little silly and fun with this and of course NEVER go home with any man you just met in the woods or anywhere (unless he’s Bucky Barnes haha) but for real, stay safe! Thank you everyone so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by my sweet @firefly-graphics Thank you bunches Daisy!🥰
Warnings: Fun flirting, silliness, fluff, cute animals, flirting, tension, fingering, unprotected sex (don’t do that either), smut, implied oral (18+ ONLY PLEASE!!!)
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Every pound of your foot against the dirt road is like a harsh squeeze to your overly full bladder. You silently curse yourself for not using the bathroom before you left for the run and then give your almost empty water bottle a dirty look.
When you’re sure one more step will have you peeing your pants you make an abrupt stop and search your surroundings…there has to be somewhere you can pee.
You notice a small clearing behind some short bushes. If you squat low enough you should be hidden from at least everyone coming from behind you on the path. Anyone running the other way, well, they might get a nice glimpse of your ass.
You gingerly walk over, worrying any jolting movement will be disastrous, and give the area one more check. It looks clear and the only sounds you hear are the rustling leaves in the light breeze.
You pull down your shorts and panties, squatting low and positioning yourself so you won’t get pee all over you.
When the flow starts you sigh in relief, the pressure in your lower abdomen subsiding with every passing second…and the seconds seem to tick on and on until you’re just about done.
And then you hear it.
The loud rush and stamping of what sounds like hundreds of feet, all coming toward you from, of course, the way that you’re exposed.
“Oh shit!” you mutter, struggling to push out the last drips and shake dry.
You frantically try to dry by waving your ass around as the noise gets louder and just as you peak over the bushes you see a stampede of goats galloping toward you. You’re so shocked that you nearly lose your footing and fall over.
You manage to pull up your panties and you’re just about to get your shorts over your ass when a loud and booming voice shouts from behind the goats.
And then you see him.
His dark hair is long enough to hang loose at his broad shoulders and the closer he gets you can see his muscled chest move and flex as he chases after the goats. The sight temporarily stuns you and it isn’t until he spots you still crouched behind the bushes that you let out a shriek and make a run for it, shorts still half on.
“Wait!” You hear his deep voice. “I’m not going to…”
Whatever he was going to say is muffled by the hard ground slamming into your body as you fall, the blood whooshing in your ears and your heart beating rapidly.
You scramble to your feet again, the sound of cracking branches and crunching leaves close behind you.
“Come on,” you urge yourself with a violent rush.
You hear him again. “Are you hurt?”
You realize he’s too close and you’ll never get away so you make a sudden turn on your heal and rush the man with all your strength. You collide with his hard body, hoping to throw him off so you can get away but instead he cushions you against him and you both fall down in a heap of tangled limbs.
“Fuck,” you hear him grunt. “Are you ok doll?”
His gentle touch is surprisingly soothing and you let out a shaky breath.
“I’m…I’m ok,” you say quietly, pressing your hand to his chest to sit up.
Your fingers meet warm skin, the collection of hair along his chest soft under your touch even as his hard muscles strain. You realize he’s wearing denim overalls and no shirt. The image makes you swallow hard against the dryness in your mouth, your eyes lingering on the expanse of his exposed skin.
“James Barnes,” he says with a lopsided smirk, holding out his hand. “But you can call me Bucky.”
“Are these your goats?” you ask, looking past him to see that you’re now surrounded by what seems like hundreds of goats. “Are you a farmer?”
“Uh…well yeah. They got out of their pen this morning and I found them running along the path,” Bucky explains before his eyes drop to your exposed panties.
You suck in a breath and scramble back, yanking your shorts up the rest of the way.
“Oh my god,” you whisper. “I cannot believe you saw me peeing!”
“Well, to be fair, I didn’t really, mostly just saw you running away with your pants down,” he chuckles. “Must have really had to go though. Peeing in the woods is dangerous. Poison ivy…bugs…rogue goats.”
You stare at him, finally taking a moment to look at his face.
A definite mistake.
His perfectly shaped eyes are lined with dark and long lashes and the ocean blue color sparkles in the sunlight. His chiseled jaw is lined with a dark beard, the little patches of gray sprinkled throughout adding to his rugged handsomeness. His lips are pink and plush and when he smiles again you feel a tingling down your spine.
His humor is lost on you, your current embarrassment and twinge of fear overpowering your senses.
“Shit, shit, shit,” you mutter, shaking yourself from your reverie. “How do you I know you aren’t going to kidnap me and kill me?”
“I’m not,” he states, clearly amused.
“And I’m just supposed to believe that! You saw my ass!”
“What’s that got to do with it doll?” he asks, holding out his hand to help you up after he stands. “It is quite nice though.”
You scoff and place your hand in his, squeaking when he lifts you to your feet with ease, the feel of his calloused fingertips sending a tremble through you.
“How many sheep do you have?” you ask as you survey the fluffy observers and ignore the heat of awareness at his touch.
“Oh, probably over two hundred. But this is only half of them. I like them to have a lot of open land so I keep them in two separate very large grazing areas.”
One of the sheep closest to you let’s out a loud and seemingly annoyed ‘baaaaaaaaaa.’
Bucky laughs and pats it’s head softly.
“Almost time to eat,” he says.
You start to walk back toward the path but when you put pressure on your left ankle you wince and cry out in pain.
Bucky immediately slides his arm around your waist and leans you against him.
“Hey now, easy there doll. Looks like you have a nasty sprain and your knee is all scratched up.”
The concern in his voice softens your features and you let yourself sag into his hold.
“I really am sorry,” he says quietly, his tone full of sincerity.
“It’s ok,” you sigh. “It’s not your fault. You were right. I shouldn’t be peeing in the woods by myself. I just had to go so bad.”
“I get it,” he answers, helping you hop back to the path. “How far are you from home?”
“A six-mile run and then a car drive!” you huff. “This is my first time running over here. I recently moved nearby and I usually just go around the neighborhood but needed a change of scenery.”
He nods in understanding.
“Well, you can’t run anywhere with your ankle,” he tsks. “But thankfully my house is just half a mile up the path there.”
He motions around the curve with a smile.
“Are you just going to take me there so you can tie me up in your basement.”
“Mm tempting,” he muses, his eyes bright with playful mischief. “But how about we go get you cleaned up and put some ice on that swelling.”
“Ok, ok,” you relent, giggling when he starts down the path and all of the sheep start to follow him.
“Look at them,” you say in wonder.
He stops to turn and glance behind him, the sheep halting the moment he does.
“Start walking again,” you say excitedly.
He takes a few more steps and the sheep start trotting again.
“Now stop,” you snort.
He stops and so do the sheep.
“Amazing,” you laugh. “They are so cute.”
“Thanks…” he trails off, looking at you expectantly.
“Oh right,” you mumble and introduce yourself.
“That’s a pretty name,” he says, repeating it. “I was about to call you sunshine…since ya know…”
“WHAT?” you ask, narrowing your eyes.
“Your panties are that sunshiny yellow color…” he states, waggling his eyebrows.
“It’s a good thing you’re cute,” you mutter as you continue hobble along.
It’s surprising and slightly disconcerting how comfortable you feel in his arms but if the goats trust him…
The sound of the goats hurrying behind keeps you smiling despite the discomfort in your knee and ankle. When you reach a small path that turns off the main road you look ahead and see a beautiful farmhouse, complete with a large porch and wooden fence.
“Do you live here all alone?” you ask.
“Just me and the animals,” he replies. “A lot of them.”
The words are barely out of his mouth when a large white and fluffy dog comes bounding off the porch, barking loudly and tail wagging wildly.
“Winter!” Bucky commands and the dog slows as he approaches and sits.
“Good boy. Now be careful,” he instructs, calling the dog forward.
Winter inches closer, his butt wiggling with barely contained excitement, and gently nudges your hand.
“Oh, he’s SO CUTE!” you gush, petting him.  
Winter follows you and Bucky as you make your way past the fence and up the steps of the porch.
“Just wait here for me. Winter will stay with you,” Bucky says. “I’m going to get the goats back in their pen.”
“Ok,” you exhale, sitting gingerly on the porch swing.
Winter plops down and rests his head on your thigh.
“Such a good boy,” you coo, scratching behind his ears. “Your dad has to be a good guy…right?”
Winter’s brown eyes study you, soft and sweet.
Bucky returns and before you can stand he lifts you into his arms and carries you through the door to his house.
“Don’t people usually get married and then do that?” you giggle as he sets you down on the couch.
“Already planning our wedding?” he teases.
He walks into the kitchen, somehow managing to move his large body gracefully around, every so often glancing your way with a smile.
“Tea?” he asks. “Coffee?”
“Just water for now please,” you answer.
He comes back with a tray of snacks and a cold glass of water, setting it down on the coffee table before sitting on it and lifting your leg to rest on his knee.
“Sorry if this stings,” he whispers, patting your cut with disinfectant.
You suck your teeth but manage a smile when he gives you an apologetic look. Despite his obvious strength, his touch is delicate and he takes special care to clean your cut, apply antiseptic and cover it with a band aid.
“You’re all set,” he says, stroking his thumb over your thigh.
Your eyes fly to his and his gaze wanders over your face in an interested and appreciative way.  
“I have some ice for your ankle,” he says, clearing his throat. “Sit back.”
You push yourself back against the pillows and move your leg to rest along the couch. He grabs another pillow and sets a towel down with the ice pack then lays your foot atop it.
“Thank you,” you murmur, watching him intently.
“Of course,” he says, as if it isn’t bizarre to have a complete stranger in his house, strewn across his couch.
His gives you another boyish smirk and you have to will yourself to disregard the sudden heat in your lower belly.
“How long have you lived here?”
He stands and walks back to the kitchen, calling Winter to follow.
“I grew up in the city. Loved it but as I got older I realized I wanted something quieter so I sold my apartment, moved out here, bought this farm and well…here I am, almost ten years later,” he explains.
“It’s beautiful.”
As you say the words you look around the space, noting the calm colors and the cozy feel of the thoughtfully placed furniture.
“What about you?” he asks, placing Winter’s food bowl down.
“My story is pretty similar actually, minus the farm…and goats,” you giggle. “Just needed a change of scenery. I like it here.”
You share a sympathetic look before he blurts out, “what can I make you to eat?”
“You’re gonna feed me too?” you ask with raised brows.
“Wouldn’t be very gentlemanly if I didn’t, now would it?” he counters. “Besides, I’m always hungry.”
The hint of flirtatiousness in his voice leads to your next question.
“Did you just say something dirty to me?”
He throws his head back with laughter, pressing a hand to his chest before he settles with a shrug.
“Just stating the obvious. I love to eat.”
You let your eyes sweep over him approvingly. “I bet you do.”
“Now who’s flirting?” he fires back.
His study of you turns intense and you almost squirm on the couch.
“What were we talking about?” he asks, clearly distracted.
“Ummmmm…food!” you say, far too loudly.
“Right. Lunch! What can I get ya doll face?”
“Anything that’s easy is good,” you tell him.
He smiles and settles into the kitchen, pulling things from the cabinets and fridge. You let your eyes close for a few moments, relishing in the sound of the birds outside and the rustle of leaves in the wind.
Your eyes shoot open when something hits your lap and you let out a loud gasp, giggling when you see a white fluffy cat now seated on you.
“Hey there,” you say softly, scratching under her chin.
“I see you’ve met Alpine,” Bucky says, looking over. “She’s never getting up by the way.”
Alpine, seemingly aware of Bucky’s warning, kneads at your shirt before circling once and laying down in a round ball of fur.
“She’s beautiful. Like the cat version of Winter!”
“It is kind of funny how they look the same except Winter has the brown eyes and Alpine the blue. Both rescues,” he adds.
“Lucky them,” you say as the cat purrs contentedly in your lap.
“So, you don’t think I’m a serial killer anymore?” Bucky asks with a grin.
“Can’t be,” you answer with a yawn. “You wouldn’t have such sweet animals.”
He chuckles before carrying some plates past the couch and out the French doors at the far end of the large room. You try to sit up and see where he’s going but he’s lost from view.
When he returns your curiosity is written on your face and he explains, “back porch has a picnic table. It’s nice out so I figured we could sit there.”
He reaches for your hand and then wraps his arm around your waist to help you up. Alpine meows in annoyance but follows you out, Winter right behind.
The wooden picnic table is beautifully made and set with two plates and enough food fit for six.
“You weren’t kidding,” you mutter, taking in the spread.
“Nah doll. I’m a growing boy, need to eat,” he says, patting his stomach.
You scoff with a smile. “Says your six pack.”
“How do you know if I have a six pack?” he says, eyeing you playfully.
“Because of course you would. Look at the rest of you.”
“You’re welcome to look,” he croons, unbuckling one strap of his overalls.
He lets it fall just far enough that you get a peek at half his toned abs and the distinct V shape at his hip.
“That’s unfair,” you breathe out. “Might be eight.”
“Farming is hard work doll,” he states as he helps you sit and moves around to the other side of the table.
“Aren’t you going to buckle that back up?” you ask as your legs squeeze together under the table.
“Nah,” he answers as he serves you some food.
“Tease,” you mutter and look down at your plate. “Wow this looks good.”
He winks when you catch his eye again and the butterflies in your belly flutter to life.
“Fresh eggs from my chickens and the vegetables are from my garden.”
“You really are busy,” you mumble through a delicious mouth full. “And when did you learn to cook?”
You sit for a long time, talking and laughing and nibbling at the food, unaware as the day moves on and the sun starts it’s descent in the sky.
With a yawn and a stretch, you ask for the time, your eyes widening when he says it’s almost four pm.
“Shit,” you groan. “I have to get back to my car.”
“You can’t walk back,” Bucky states with a tone that leaves no room for argument.
“Then what am I going to do?” you ask, popping your shoulder with sass.
He laughs, giving you a challenging look.
“You’ll stay here until tomorrow. Then I’ll take you back to your car on the tractor.”
“Why can’t you do that now?”
“You can’t drive on that ankle; you need to rest more.”
“Are you a doctor now too?”
“Doll,” he warns, standing to gather the plates. “You’re staying. It’s the safest.”
“Staying in some man’s house that I just met is safe!” you argue even though it’s clear by your expression that you’re just busting his balls.
“We’ve already spent half the day together and don’t worry I don’t bite,” he simpers.
He grabs a few things and rounds the table, leaning down close to your ear, his warm breath caressing your skin when he whispers, “unless you want me to.”
You shiver at contact, digging your teeth into your bottom lip to keep your moan quiet.
“Smooth Bucky,” you joke, ogling his ass as he walks back into the house.
“We’ll see…” you hear him call back.
Once the table is cleaned off he comes back and slides his arms under you, lifting you and cradling you against his chest.
“I can walk you know.”
“But where’s the fun in that?” he responds.
“You are warm,” you whisper, toying with the one buckle of his overalls.
“Winter and Alpine think so too,” he says. “They are always sleepin’ on me.”
“Can’t blame them…”
Your words are sleepy and muddled as your eyes start to droop closed. “I’m so sleepy.”
“It’s been a long day,” Bucky says. “A nap will do you good.”
“Mm a nap,” you murmur and snuggle into his chest, tucking your head under his chin.
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When you wake two hours later the sun is low in the sky, painting it in hues of pink and orange. You’re curled up on the couch, Alpine settled on your hip and Winter laying on the floor just under you.
“Hey guys,” you say, greeting them both with alternating pets. “Where’s your dad?”
“Right here,” Bucky says and you sit up to find him.
He’s walking down the hallway in nothing but his towel, eyes dancing with mirth and flirt as he watches your lips part and hears your sharp intake of breath.
“Why are you naked?” you ask him, forcing your eyes to stay on his face.
“I’m not,” he smirks. “How was your nap?”
“Nap…?” you question, letting your eyes fall to his bare chest.
“I new it was eight,” you mutter, falling back to the couch with a huff.
You can hear him chuckle before his head appears over the back of the couch.
“Do you want a shower?” he asks. “Or something to eat?”
“I can’t tell if you’re genuinely asking me these questions or you’re just using some sort of code for dirty talk.”
“Take it however you want doll face.”
He walks away back down the hall and you look at Alpine, mimicking Bucky’s words with mock annoyance.
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Opting for a shower you turn the water on hot and stand under it for a long time, bearing most of your weight on your good leg. You will yourself to think of anything other than Bucky but the image of him shirtless and wet is burned onto your brain.
“Fuck,” you grumble, resting your head along the tiles.
After washing and rinsing you leave the shower and grab a towel, wrapping yourself in the fluffy warmth.
“Even his towels are amazing,” you say to yourself with a roll of your eyes.
You look around the bathroom, realizing the only clothes you have are dirty running shorts, a tank and a sports bra, not to mention your ‘sunshiny’ yellow panties.
With a groan you quietly open the door to the bathroom and call to Bucky. He jogs down the hallway, now dressed in a tee shirt and fits him divinely and sweatpants that hang low on his hips.
“You ok doll?” he asks, his concern clear.
“I have no clean clothes,” you say.
His dons his signature lopsided grin and holds up one long, thick finger. Within seconds he reappears with a folded shirt and shorts.
“Hope this ok.”
You take the clothes with a thanks and close the door. When you’re dry you throw the shirt over your head, swimming in the fabric and his scent. Your eyelashes kiss your cheeks with your deep inhale and you run your hands down your body.
“This is bad,” you say to yourself as you slip on the shorts.
You find Bucky in the living room, laying across the couch with Alpine on his chest.
His gaze runs down the length of your body and he keeps staring, the intensity of it growing.
“What?” you whisper.
“I just met you…less than twenty-four hours ago.”
He gently lifts Alpine off his chest and sits up. “I shouldn’t feel like this.”  
“It’s crazy, I know,” you say, feeling grateful you aren’t the only one feeling the deep connection.
“I like you in my clothes,” he whispers as he stands from the couch. “Maybe a little too much.”
You look down at his shirt and fiddle with the hem, suddenly feeling a slight twinge of nerves.
“How’s your ankle?” he asks, stepping closer and tucking his fingers under your chin to lift your focus back to him.
“Ok, just a little sore,” you answer.
“Probably shouldn’t put too much pressure on it,” he says, close enough now that his chest brushes yours with every breath.
“Probably not,” you say as your fingers slide down his muscled arms.  
His hands fall to your waist, his thumbs slipping under your shirt and brushing against your skin. You lean into him, closing any space left between you.
You can feel his heart thumping wildly beneath your fingertips and the blue of his eyes blazes.
“Take me to bed,” you whisper, feeling as if you’ll burst out of your skin if he doesn’t touch you.
His arms slip under your ass and he lifts you up, powering down the hall into his bedroom. The door slams behind him and he gently eases you to your feet. You lock eyes and you swear you’re falling.
And then you literally are as he throws you onto his bed, his expression quickly turning to one of concern when he remembers you sore ankle.
“Doll?” he worries, leaning over you. “I got carried away. Did I hurt you?”
“Not at all,” you assure him, brushing the hair from his face. “Don’t worry I won’t break.”
He takes the hint and presses his lips to yours, sliding his arm under you and pulling you closer. The kiss is on fire and it takes everything in you to finally pull away for air.
“Clothes off,” you murmur, pushing on his chest.
He sits up and straddles you, taking off his shirt. You reach up to touch him and in the same motion he has the shirt over your head, his eyes glazing over as he stares.
“Do you even realize how sexy you are?” he asks with a groan, cupping your breasts and rolling your nipples between his fingers.
Your back arches and you lean into his touch, rolling your hips against him. He releases your breasts only so he can push the sweatpants down his thick thighs before tugging on your shorts.
He kisses you again, his beard scratching along your skin and sending goosebumps racing across it. Your hands dive into his hair, tightening when his fingertips glide down the soft curve of your waist and between your legs.
“Fuck doll, you’re soaked,” he moans with a teasing touch.
He slowly pushes a finger inside you, his eyes falling shut at the feel of you warm and wet around him. A second finger joins the first and he pumps them in and out, your hips meeting every thrust of his hand.
Your fingernails curl into his broad shoulders, his name falling from your lips like a prayer and when his thumb circles your clit your stomach tightens until the tension breaks like a wave, your walls squeezing around his fingers.
Without giving you time to catch your breath he pulls his fingers free and takes your injured leg to rest it over his shoulder, the action spreading you open for him. He pushes inside you, his teeth gritted at how tight and swollen you are.
“Fuck,” he hisses, “you feel incredible.”
His movements start off gentle, the slow glide of his cock driving you insane. You dig your fingers into the muscles of his back, urging him to move faster and he does. He angles your hips and pushes deeper, every thrust of his hips threatening to send you over the edge again.
He slams into you hard enough to bang the headboard against the wall, the sound barely registering over your pleas for more. Your walls begin to tighten and he swells inside of you before you cry out his name with your release.
He follows only moments later, his hips jerking against you and his face falling to your neck.
“Fucking hell,” he groans, pressing a soft kiss to your skin.
You lay there, loving the weight of him as your body practically melts into the mattress. He gently sits up on his arm, his fingertips ghosting across your warm skin and down to your ankle.
“You sure you’re ok?” he asks.
“I’m more than ok,” you answer. “Fucking fabulous.”
He laughs at that and gives you one more kiss before disappearing into the bathroom. He returns with a soft cloth, walking purposefully toward the bed and letting his eyes linger on your sweaty skin. His cock bounces as he starts to grow hard again and you let out a moan.
“I want you again,” he says like it’s a no brainer and then falls next to you on the bed, his touch delicate as he presses the cloth between your legs.
“But first I’m going to taste you doll.”
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Your body slides along the soft sheets, the morning sun warm on your bare skin and the feel of something warm and furry pressing against your legs. With a languid stretch you open your eyes and look to the edge of the bed to see Winter sleeping peacefully, his large body leaning into your bottom half and Alpine curled up on top of your legs.
Bucky’s side of the bed is empty but there’s a small note on the pillow that reads, “I’ll be outside in the yard when you wake up,” and it has a small heart drawn below.
You take your time getting up, rousing the animals who protest with even slower movements and loud yawns. Grabbing Bucky’s shirt, you throw it over your body and go to the bathroom to freshen up.
When you walk into the kitchen and look through the window over the sink you see him out in the pen with the goats. Calling for Winter you walk outside, admiring the view of Bucky in nothing but a pair of jeans and his boots.
Winter barks and Bucky turns around. He has a small white goat tucked under his arm and as he saunters toward you it’s hard to restrain your giggles.
“Mornin’ sunshine,” he croons, dipping his head to kiss the corner of your mouth. “How did you sleep?”
“Like a baby,” you answer, reaching out to pet the goat.
“And your ankle?” he asks, looking down.
“Not too bad this morning. Not as sore and definitely less swollen.”
“Good doll face” he smiles. “Now let’s get some breakfast in ya before I take ya back to bed.”
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monster-cock69 · 6 months
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winterspider omegaverse early 1800sish au where alpha Bucky's a farmer and omega Peter's a school teacher that just moved west with his family and Bucky's parents die and leave him the farm, so he decides he finally needs to learn to read so he can properly handle all of the paperwork
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pinkiebieberpie · 1 year
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social media au: farmer!bucky x reader
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this is more farmer/cowboy bucky x reader, they are in a relationship 🤎 this one is short, but i like it! enjoy! feedback and reblogs are appreciated!!
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days like this 🐴🍅
yourusername: sometimes i think he loves horses more than me :(
bbarnes: @ yourusername that's not true, baby
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happy anniversary to my better half! i love you more than anything, buck 🤎 @ bbarnes
steverog: they are adorable
bbarnes: ❤️❤️❤️
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everything is better with you, my angel 💓 i'm so happy to have you in my life, happy 3 years together @ yourusername
nat_asha: 🥹🥹
yourusername: love you ❤️
samwilson: i want what they have
samwilson: and i'm not talking about their horses
samwilson: i have my own horses
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my new friend!!
wanda_m: you are so cute!!
bbarnes: my girlfriend really is an angel, look at her
thorpartyboy: omg a goat
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📸: @ yourusername
steverog: okay, cowboy
yourusername: oh, damn 🔥🔥
yourusername: baby
samwilson: @ yourusername ride him like you ride your horses
yourusername: @ samwilson WHAT
bbarnes: @ samwilson she will
social media au masterlist
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bigtreefest · 11 days
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Outta Nowhere AU
Main Masterlist
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You Catch More Bees With Honey
(Mob! Bucky x Farmer! Reader)
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Handiwork
(Mechanic! Farmhand! Curtis x Bartender! Reader)
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The Rainmaker
(Mob! Steve x Forensic Scientist! Reader)
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mannyblacque · 6 months
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Reservation Dogs S3 E10 "Dig"
The Elders: Bucky, Brownie, Irene, & Maximus.
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kahey2804 · 2 months
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Regency
Hey guys,
I am back and so excited to present my new story to you.
While working on a story for my NaNoWriMo, this story let me finish the event successfully, but it was also the story I was never meant to write.
And thanks to the amazing betas @jbarneswilson and Britbrit99 you are the best. ❤️
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noctumbra · 1 year
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                 𝒘𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒐𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒃𝒆𝒓
   🍂 summary ─ autumn knocking your door, it brings freshly brewed coffee smell, baked goods, smell of rain, cozy sweaters and love with itself. 
   🍂 pairing ─ farmer!bucky barnes x reader
   🍂 warnings ─ fluff, autumn themes, coffee dates, bookstore dates, first kiss, softness, like sooo much softness, nothing explicit in this my friends, did i mention, fluFF
   🍂 a/n ─ let me explain something: farmer bucky thing is like, it’s a family thing and he picks it up after his father. he grows stuff and sells them, but mostly he’s a handyman? he makes stuff, let it be leather or wood etc. bu i put the farmer bucky tag, alright? hope you like it!!! i know i have another series to complete, shut up pls
   🍂 parts: 
    1. SIGHT
    2. STORE
    3. PARK
    4. MUFFIN
    5. NOTE
    6. STRAYS
    7. BOOK
    8. SWEATER
    9. CHASTE
    10. PEACEFUL
    11. HANDMADE
    12. TOGETHER
[playlist (not mine)]
THIS SERIES IS NOW COMPLETE.
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chrisdrysdale · 1 year
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(farmland sweetness AU)
(farmer!bucky x fem!reader "honey")
anon asked: ''What about a little fluffy drabble with farmer!bucky? Started my period and wondering how he will react with his honey ?''
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Bucky smiled as he woke up, still spooning you close and his face buried into the crook of your neck. He moved closer to you and pressed his hips into you but soon felt a coldness against his crotch. He looked under the covers to see yours and his upper thighs to have gone a soft rosy colour.~
Bucky shook your shoulder gently. “Honey.. Honey?”. You woke with a little gasp and smiled at him. “Hey you..” “Hey honey.. Don’t freak out but I think you got your period”. Your heart dropped to the bottom of your stomach, you pulled the covers and saw the blood. “Oh my god, Bucky. I’m so sorry-". He kissed you softly making you go silent. “It’s okay, baby, truly it’s okay. We can take a shower first and I have some products in the bathroom you can use and then we can snuggle” You smiled softly, he was being so sweet, none of them were ever like this. Bucky helped you up and brought you to the shower, discarding both of your undies in the wash basket. He switched on the shower and let the water warm up before letting you and following you in. Bucky grabbed a soft sponge and got on his knees, gently cleaning in between your legs and your thighs before doing his own. 
Once you were both cleaned, Bucky wrapped you up in a towel and sat you on the toilet before digging around in the cabinet under the sink and pulling out a box. “Okay.. I got pads, tampons, a fresh cup or some panties. What would you like honey?” You smiled at him. “I’ll take (preferred item) please”. Bucky smiled and gave it / them to you before standing up again. “I’ll grab you some fresh sweat while you do that” You did what you had to and walked back out. “Hi honey, I got you some of my sweats and jammies.. And I got you a hot water bottle to help your tummy.. I hope it’s okay”. You moved closer to him and kissed him softly. “It’s perfect, Bucky. Thank you”. He kissed you again and helped you put on the sweats before getting you into bed and curling in beside him, the bottle pressed perfectly to your tummy. “Thank you Bucky”. You mumbled against his chest, him turning to kiss your head. “Anytime honey.”
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stevebvck · 2 years
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mood board: bucky barnes + recovery
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