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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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[becca-e-barnes]

Rn I’m loving the thought of dbf!bucky really playing into the fact you shouldn’t want to fuck him?

Maybe you’ve been hooking over your summer break from college, sneaking around and loving the thrill that comes with sleeping with such an attractive older man. But Bucky’s filthier than you even realised. He gets off on fucking you in the riskiest places, encouraging you to strip and expose your pretty pussy to his hungry gaze before he slips inside you and fucks you senseless.

Some of the very best sex is when he has you bent over your kitchen counter with your parents just on the other side of the glass window, chatting together in the garden.

He’s pounding into you, leaving you clinging to the edge of the counter, trying desperately to stay quiet.

“Come on baby, cum on daddy’s big thick cock. You like how daddy fucks you? You like how I rub that pretty pussy of mine?” He grunts, admiring the beautiful jiggle of your ass, giving it a gentle slap and smirking when you can’t contain a yelp.

“So good daddy. S-so good.” You whimper, breathlessly. His fingers are circling your clit, leaving you seeing stars but you’re still trying to be quiet given how close your parents are.

“Stop holding back, sweetheart.” Bucky moans, pressing your hips against the countertop. “Let them hear what a slut you are. Go on. Let them hear you call me ‘daddy’. Make sure they know their slutty daughter is gettin’ pounded by their best friend. You’re a filthy little thing for wanting this. So cock hungry, you’ll let me fuck you anywhere I want, isn’t that right? You’re gonna cum for me, got it? You’re gonna cum and you’re gonna wail for daddy like you do when we’re alone, if you don’t, I’ll stop and ruin your orgasm. You understand?” He taunts, increasing his pace and leaving you totally stupid.

Your head nods of it’s own accord, the insides of your thighs wet with your own mess and you know when you cum, it’s going to leave you dripping and stupid.

#asks answered <3 #anon #becca writes spice #dbf!bucky #dadsbestfriend!bucky #right I’m doing half of this assignment tonight #i just needed that thot out #i only want Steve rn though

[princessbellecerise]

warnings: dadsbestfriend!bucky, age gap, smut

“shhh doll, we have to be quiet, remember?”

you whimper as your eyes roll to the back of your head, pleasure bursting through your body as bucky’s thick cock drags along your walls.

he has you hoisted up, strong arms hooked underneath your thighs to keep you steady as he drives in and out of you.

the lewd sound of skin against skin fills the small bathroom that you’re currently in, fooling around with bucky while your dad is just downstairs.

“that’s it…”

bucky grins as you bite back your moans, being a good girl and not making a sound as you take him. he knows that you can’t, since the possibility of getting caught was right there.

any minute now, steve could accidentally stumble upon him fucking his precious little girl. your dad—and his best friend—would kill him if he knew what bucky was doing with you.

if he knew just how close the two of you were, to the point where you were about to cream on bucky’s cock and it wouldn’t be the first time.

it isn’t the first time that he’s had you like this, fighting everything inside of you to be quiet as to not alert steve. you’ve been in this position before because you both loved it, the thrill of getting caught pulling you close to the edge.

“if i let you cum on my cock, promise me that you won’t make a sound,” bucky breathed in your ear, snapping his hips faster.

the bathroom counter creaked underneath the weight of you both, your grip nearly cracking the material in half thanks to your own super strength you had inherited from steve.

you had inherited a lot of things from him, but his defiance wasn’t one of them.

your eyes glazed over as you looked at bucky. “i promise,” you whimpered quietly, and you meant it. he knew you did because you had always been such a good girl. always obeying him and taking his cock just right.

nobody else could make him feel this way. the pleasure that he got from your sweet cunt squeezing down on him and threatening to milk him dry was enough to drown out any guilt he felt.

any emotions that made him want to stop were always overshadowed the minute you started to cum, your cunt clinging to him for dear life and triggering his own orgasm.

the two of you came together, your hands leaving the counter to grip his arms instead. for good measure, bucky decided to take two of his fingers and stuff them in your mouth to keep you quiet.

almost instinctively, you began to suck on them, letting your orgasm wash over you and enjoying the feeling of bucky spilling inside of you.

his head dropped on your shoulder, pants leaving his lips and then a chuckle as he kissed the skin there.

his teeth then grazed your neck, rocking into you one last time before pulling out and watching as not a single drop of his seed spilled out.

“fuck, your cunt takes me so well honey,” he groaned as he helped you off of the counter, your legs shaking from the previous activities but bucky had no problems holding you up. “shall we?”

after getting cleaned up and erasing any evidence of what you had done, he offered you his hand and you took it immediately.

you grinned as you heard steve calling for you both, completely oblivious to what had just went on and having no idea that his best friend just fucked his daughter as he rambled about steaks.

“we shall.”

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader

[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

[diordrysdale]

𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐑𝐘𝐒𝐃𝐀𝐋𝐄’𝐒 masterlist

ও this blog is EIGHTEEN PLUS ONLY, minors will be blocked.

ও all my fics are female reader.

ও read each smut warning with caution, your media consumption is NOT my responsibility.

ও DO NOT COPY AND PASTE, DO NOT REPOST ON OTHER PLATFORMS.

— CHRIS EVANS’ CHARACTERS

ও Andy Barber ↴

life of the party. bestfriendsdad!andy, soft!dark, smut

after dark. neighbor!andy, dark, smut

part 2. ft devin peters

part 3. ft devin peters

ও Ransom Drysdale ↴

locked out of heaven. mob!ex-boyfriend!ransom, fluff, smut

(part 2. cherry flavored. mob!ex-boyfriend!ransom, angst, smut)

ও Lloyd Hansen ↴

cocaine heart. dark!mob!lloyd, smut.

as he pleases. mob!dadsbestfriend!lloyd, smut.

ও Steve Rogers ↴

coming soon..

ও Jake Jensen ↴

coming soon..

— THE WALKING DEAD

ও Negan Smith ↴

coming soon…

ও Daryl Dixon ↴

coming soon…

ও Rick Grimes ↴

coming soon…

— STRANGER THINGS

ও Jim Hopper ↴

thrill of the rush. soft!dark!jim, smut

#kali writes ! #steve rogers smut #ransom drysdale smut #andy barber smut #negan smith smut #the walking dead #knives out #marvel #lloyd hansen smut #chris evans #chris evans smut #andy barber #chris evans x reader #chris evans x female reader #steve rogers #andy barber x female reader #daryl dixon #rick grimes #stranger things #Jim hopper smut

[buckrecs]

Hi! I was wondering if you could help me find a fic where reader is sleeping with dadsbestfriend!Bucky and one day her dad (not sure if it's actually Steve or just a random dad) has a cookout and Bucky goes with Natasha. And I think it was to get her dad off his back, not sure. But he's not actually seeing Nat, she's just going with him as a favor. But reader didn't know that so when she saw them together, she was obviously upset. Theres a part where Nats eyes are described as emerald green I think. Its just a small detail I remembered. It was a multi chapter fic and I didn't get to read what happened after😭 please tell me you or your followers have read it?

hey! I have a dbf!bucky list here .

I will keep looking for it :)

#lost and found

[bisousbabie]

The aesthetic of your blog is giving me goosebumps! I apologize for the amount of asks. Happy new years and congrats! 😆

fireworks - dadsbestfriend!buckybarnes gifting reader a locket on Christmas with a picture of him kissing her on the cheek when she took a selfie. He teases her all Christmas Day (she is wearing a skirt too) until nighttime when she begs him to play with her.

new years resolutions - I am hoping to drink more water, try new foods, I would like to read at least 20 books, try some new baking recipes, scrapbook more often, and journal every morning

new years kiss - I enjoy classic jazz and classical music, my favourite colour is pink, I love wearing dresses and skirts, my friends say I have a coquette aesthetic, I am a huge bookworm, romance and classics, obsessed with ballet flats, my favourite flower is a peony, I love vanilla lattes, I am a science nerd and am going to space camp soon, and I am also obsessed with formula 1 (any marvel character, male or female)

thank you so much!!! and its all good you can send as many as you like 💗

fireworks - thats such a cute thought </3 sneaky fucking dbf bucky on the couch at christmas when everyone else has gone to bed 😭

new years resolutions - im also hoping to drink water and read! I hope you succeed with those

new years kiss - I ship you with Steve Rogers. I 100% see him w a smart girly girl. The classical music, romance novels and classic lit fits well with him too. I can see you reading together and shopping.

new year celebration/400 milestone💫

#new year celebration/400 milestone💫 #mail 💌 #ships #dbf!bucky

[christowhore]

First Class Fantasies

pairing: dadsbestfriend!steve rogers x wilson!fem!reader (modern au)

summary: steve has noticed your crush on him for a while now, and he decides it's time to have some fun with it. not even caring that his best friend, your father, was only a few feet away.

word count: 4.6k

warnings: smut, age gap (reader 21, steve 45) playful teasing, dirty talk, use of pet names, daddy kink, innocence kink, dumbification, public fingering, mile high club ?, panty stealing, finger sucking, degradation, praising !!! 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI !!!

notes: i'm in love with dbf!steve so i just had to write this. also this has been sitting in the drafts for long enough. i hope you all enjoy ! 💗

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It was tough being a Wilson. There were so many expectations you had to meet, events you were dragged to alongside your father, moments you missed out on with friends.

But one of the hardest was having constant contact with none other than Steve Rogers.

You shouldn't have a crush on your fathers best friend, but it was hard not to.

Everything about him made you weak in the knees. His adorable smile, his piercing blue eyes, the fact that he towered over everyone with his 6’4” frame.

The first time you met him was right before you left for college, at the going away party your father insisted on throwing for you. With a neatly wrapped present in hand, he stepped into the foyer of your family house and instantly took your breath away.

It didn't help when he greeted you- his warm palm placed gently against the small of your back, pulling you into him; while his lips placed a soft kiss to the side of your cheek. Thankfully your dad wasn't around to take notice of you unfolding into a stuttering mess.

Ever since that day, you were smitten by him. Always wondering how he was doing, if he might be seeing someone- but more importantly how his lips would feel elsewhere on your body. But you knew due to the age difference, as well as him being buddy-buddy with your dad, that nothing would ever happen between you two. So you did your best to just ignore him. Thankfully, you had college classes to aid you in your efforts. Though those efforts would soon come to an end.

Living in your own studio apartment, a few blocks away from campus, you were packing up your belongings to head back home. It was the end of your junior year and as per the agreement you made with your father, you had to leave D.C and head back to New York to spend time with him during the summer.

Going back to the city wasn't all that bad. Being the daughter of the Chief Financial Officer for Stark Industries had its perks. Your own personal driver, unlimited spending sprees, constant fine dining, you enjoyed the spoiled life.

But one thing you couldn't get used to was the endearing man who awaited you back in the city. You just couldn't shake the nervousness that filled your body knowing that you were going to reunite with Steve. He had this friendly, yet intimidating demeanor that always took you by surprise. The way he’d look at people, you swore he was searching into their souls in order to find some unspoken secret about themselves.

During the flight back home, leaving Howard University behind, your thoughts were continuously plagued with the blonde Adonis.

Once your plane landed, you made your way to baggage claim to grab your belongings before heading out to the terminal entrance. You stood there waiting for your usual driver, Peter, to come and pick you up as scheduled.

You were switching through apps on your phone when suddenly you noticed a black town car pull directly in front of you. Before you had the chance to move out the way, the backseat window pulled down, causing you to gasp at who was revealed to you.

“Everytime I see you, little one, you keep getting bigger and bigger. I’m gonna need to find you a new nickname.”

Steve beamed at you, the smile reaching his eyes. He reached for the door handle before stepping out of the vehicle, alongside his own driver. You were so focused on the man in front of you, you didn’t realize your luggage was being transported into the trunk.

“H-hi Steve,” your words fumbling out due to the effect he still had on you.

He peered down at you, both hands resting on his hips. “I haven’t seen you in months and all I get is a ‘hi’?” Before you could respond, he pulled you into him, your face buried into his firm chest. You absentmindedly breathed in his aroma, the scent of his cedarwood cologne made you feel dizzy with want.

Even in his usual attire of a three piece suit to assert his power as C.O.O, you could still feel the taut muscles of his abdomen pressing against you. The feeling made your clit throb, forcing you to suppress the moan threatening to bubble out.

Steve pulled away from you, but kept you close, close enough to where you could feel his warm breath fan across your face. “How was your flight? I know how you don’t like flying that much.”

“Everything was fine. Still a little anxious,” you began, not daring to look the blonde in his eyes, “but glad to be back on the ground.”

Steve noticed your lack of eye contact, a smirk trying to make its way across his features- because he knew all about your little crush on him.

Whenever you were back home from college, he couldn’t get enough of your wandering glances when you thought he wasn’t looking. The way your breathing would become erratic, your pupils blown, anytime he’d look directly into your eyes or down at your soft and enticing lips.

His flirtatious and intense demeanor was intentional- he just loved watching you squirm. The way your bottom lip would get caught in between your teeth, your thighs slyly rubbing together to try and quell the ache between them whenever he was in your presence. Your nervousness and obvious desire-filled gaze only spurred him on.

He knows that you’re his best friend's daughter, but his cock would strain against his pants anytime he was near you.

Steve would make sure to be there anytime you came back home from university, putting priorities on the back burner, just to be in your presence.

Hooking his index finger, he used it to tilt your chin up, forcing you to look up at him. “Don't worry little one, as long as you’re with me, you’ll be safe and sound,” he promised, his voice dropping an octave.

You stood there locked in a trance with Steve. You couldn’t help but audibly gasp at the proximity of his mouth near yours. Thoughts of how his lips would feel against yours ran through your mind as per usual.

Steve quickly pulled away from you and opened the car door, acting as if nothing had happened, “Well, as much as I’d like to spend some more time with just the two of us, your dad awaits.”

Snapping out of your perverse thoughts, you clambered into the vehicle with Steve following close behind.

Once inside, he ordered his driver to head to your fathers penthouse, then raised the partition, giving the two of you privacy.

You tried to keep your heart rate steady but was finding it difficult due to Steve being so close to you. His warmth radiated off of him, making you feel absolutely cozy in the confined space.

Steve watched as you stared out the window, the angle allowed him the glorious sight of your elongated neck. All he wanted to do was trace his lips against it, hearing your moans of desire.

Leaning over, he placed his palm against the back of your hand, the action making you jump.

He couldn’t control his chuckle at your reaction, “Sorry to scare you little one, just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

You tried to respond, but the feel of his warm palm added with his thumb slightly stroking your hand had you at a loss of words. So you did the only thing you were confident you could do, and simply nodded at him.

The rest of the car ride to your father was silent, except for your slight heavy breathing. All you could focus on was the feel of his hand, and how it never left your own for the rest of the journey.

After arriving home, you reunited with your father, the moment brief due to him being called back into the office.

You made your way towards your childhood room to get changed for dinner that he had planned for your return that night.

Summer in Manhattan was humid, so you opted to wear a cream sundress, the silk material stopping right at your mid thigh.

When you were finally dressed, you went downstairs to meet Peter who would be escorting you to the restaurant. “Evening, Ms. Wilson,” the brunette squeaked towards you while holding the backseat door open.

“I’ve told you this a million times Peter, you can just call me (Y/N).”

“Sorry ma’am- (Y/N).” An apologetic look etched on his face made you smile.

It was only a five minute drive before you were stopped in front of the establishment. Once you stepped inside and gave your name to the hostess, you were directed towards the back of the restaurant. There your eyes landed on not one but two gentlemen.

“Hi dad,” you greeted your father with a kiss on the cheek, “Steve.”

With Sam in his presence, he had to restrain himself from reaching out to feel every inch of your delectable figure. So he kept it minimal and stuck to his usual greeting, a hand to the small of your back and a peck on the cheek. “Hey (Y/N). Sam offered for me to tag along, if that’s alright with you.”

Dinner went smoothly. The air filled with laughter and your father’s usual exaggerated stories. You were finishing up your dessert when your father slid an envelope towards you, showcasing a toothy smile.

“What’s this?” you pondered, thumbing the envelope open.

“Well, you finished junior year on the Dean’s List, again. So I thought you deserved this.”

Opening up the envelope, you reached inside and was greeted with airplane tickets. Looking at the details, you realized they were round trip tickets to Saint Lucia.

You couldn’t contain the squeal of excitement at the gift. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” Launching up, you embraced your father and felt his own laughter rumble out of him.

“Don’t thank me, it was a team effort,” your father began, nudging the blonde in the shoulder, “We both thought you could use the vacation before you started senior year.”

Unlatching yourself, you went over and repeated the same actions towards Steve. “Thank you Steve.”

He felt your nipples through the thin fabric of your dress against his chest. The feeling made him desperate to know how they’d feel against his tongue. “It’s no problem, anything for you doll.”

Once you sat back down, you looked at the flight details and saw that there were 3 boarding passes. “Oh, are you coming with us Steve?” Hope clearly evident in your voice, making him smile.

“Yeah, just like you, I could use the break. Time away from the office is just what we need, right Sam?” Steve joked with your father while he nodded in agreement.

He watched Sam excuse himself to the bathroom, leaving the two of you at the table. Steve watched you as a smile was plastered on your face while you read the itinerary.

You felt an intense gaze on you making you look up, meeting Steve’s glance. “T-thank you again, Steve. I’ve always wanted to go here.”

Steve shone a sincere smile at your comment. Reaching out, he placed a hand against your exposed left thigh, his fingertips dangerously close to your core. He began to subtly stroke the soft expanse of your thigh, each rise getting closer to your warmth.

“Anything for my best girl,” he cooed, admiring the way his simple action had you frozen in your seat. “You stay in school, get amazing grades, you’re never in any trouble. Such a good girl for your father. I am so proud of you princess.”

The sudden praise that left his lips caused you to squeeze your knees together, trapping his fingers in between your thighs. You thought he was going to remove them, but he just squeezed the flesh between his hands. It was when you felt his pinky trace against the dampened crotch of your panties, that you let out a breathy moan. The sound raised the hairs across Steve’s body and made his dick twitch in his slacks.

Out of his peripheral vision, he saw Sam emerge from the bathrooms and head back towards them. Steve removed his hand and stroked his beard, acting as if nothing had happened.

“So (Y/N),” Sam began as he sat back down, “You thought about all the things you wanted to do once we’re down there?”

Steve watched as you tried to form a coherent sentence, still too flustered at his actions.

While you were conversing with your father, Steve brought the pad of his moist digit to his mouth, elusively tasting your essence that clung to his finger. It was only a drop, but your sweetness quickly sent him into a frenzy, and he knew he needed to taste you a little bit more.

It had been 3 weeks since that dinner and you were heading towards the airport, sitting next to your father. Your father insisted on taking a red eye flight so that you could arrive at Saint Lucia in the morning, planning for the sun to greet you when you all land on the island.

Once the two of you arrived and made your way inside, you were greeted with the sight of Steve.

Forgoing his usual attire of tailored suits, Steve was dressed in a pair of fitting blue jeans. A navy bomber jacket fit snug around his arms overtop a white tee that defined every ridge of his muscles underneath.

“You two ready to start our vacation?”

After dropping off your luggage and showing your boarding passes, the three of you made your way towards first class. Upon inspection, you saw that two seats were together in their enclosed space, leaving one to be seated by a stranger.

“I can sit with (Y/N),” Steve piped, “You know how anxious she gets when flying.”

“Thanks man,” your father said before turning to you. “It’ll only be a couple of hours, okay?”

You nodded along to your father, “Yeah, I’ll be fine, don’t you worry.”

Steve helped you put your carry on in the overhead compartment before sliding in beside you.

The exhausted flight attendants did their required monologues before the aircraft took off, lifting you into the sky.

You hadn’t realized your eyes were clamped shut and you were grasping onto the arm rest until Steve caressed your hand. “It’s okay princess, the hard part is over. You can relax now,” his smooth voice calmed your frayed nerves, allowing you to sink into the plush seats.

The stewardess began to pass out blankets to every occupant before powering down the overhead lights, the plane darkened only being lit with various phone and laptop screens from other passengers.

“These blankets are pretty big, do you wanna just share one?” Steve questioned, hopeful that you would say yes, which you did.

He draped the material over your lower half, making sure you had plenty of room before covering himself.

You sat up and looked towards your father, who was already fast asleep. “Of course he’s already down for the count. He can sleep through anything.”

Steve looked over to make sure his best friend was sound asleep before filthy thoughts plagued his mind.

“You know, if you want,” Steve began, leading his hand under the blanket to rest upon your bare thigh, “I know of a way that could get you to sleep soundly.”

Your breath caught in your throat as you stared up at the man. “Steve, I-“

“Shh, princess. Don’t want to wake him up now do we?”

You shook your head at him while trying to not squeeze your thighs once more.

“I know all about your little crush on me. You think I can’t tell how wet I make you with just a simple look.” Steve began to caress your thigh making your body feel hot from his touch.

“You can’t even look at me without turning into a stuttering mess,” he mocked you, his teasing touch sending shockwaves throughout your body.

He leaned towards you, his lips ghosting along the shell of your ear while his breath danced along the nape of your neck. “Y’know, you may be a smart and studious girl, but to me you’ll just be a dumb little slut that I have wrapped around my finger.”

A loud gasp escaped your lips at his crude words before you could clamp your hand over your mouth.

Steve removed his hand from you once more causing a pathetic whine to leave you, but still maintaining his close proximity. Looking up at him with pleading eyes, you silently begged him to keep his previous motions going.

“If you want it, I need to hear you say it,” he whispered to you, “Beg for it.”

Your chest rapidly rose and fell due to the events unfolding. This was the moment you’ve been waiting for for years, now that you finally have it, you weren’t going to pass it up.

“Please, Steve. I need you. Please touch me.”

Upon hearing your pleas, Steve twisted his body to bring his left hand down towards your legs, his right hand intertwining with yours. Moving his hand underneath your skirt, he was met with the same wetness he felt back in the restaurant.

“Be quiet, don’t make a sound, or I’m removing my hand and you’ll have to finish yourself off, do you understand me?” his authoritative voice had you nodding in a frenzy.

Steve slipped his finger into your panties, pushing them to the side so he could open you up to him. “Spread your legs for me some more.”

Complying with his request, you spread your legs as wide as possible in your chair.

“Good girl,” he purred, “Always so good for me.”

Your right hand flew to your mouth once again to suppress the moans threatening to escape. Steve’s index finger traced through your slick folds until it reached your puffy mound. He softly circled your clit, smiling as he felt you buck into his touch.

“Such a needy little thing, I’m guessing it’s been a long time since somebody’s touched this sweet cunt, huh?”

Steve felt your body stiffen at his words. Looking up, he watched you avoid his eye contact and that’s when reality struck him. “Oh.”

Steve knew that you had always focused on schoolwork, never seeking out romantic partnership. But he assumed that would've changed once you had gone off to college and was free of your fathers watchful eye.

“Let me guess, saving yourself for me princess?” Steve joked.

It was true. Whenever you thought about getting intimate with someone, your thoughts would be riddled with images of Steve. You could never see yourself laying down with anyone else but him, so you wishfully held on to your virginity, in hopes of this rare moment occurring.

Forcing yourself to look into his crystal blue eyes, you meekly responded, “Yes Steve, all for you.”

Carnal desire flooded the man at your confession.

He cupped your heat with his entire hand, soaking his palm in your juices. “Fuck princess, I can’t wait to ruin you.”

You felt a slight pressure at your opening, causing you to squirm away in your seat. “It’s alright, doll, just relax for me.”

Taking a deep breath, you calmed your nerves.

Steve soaked his digits more in your essence before sticking his thick index finger in your sopping hole. He was met with obvious resistance which he powered through until meeting your spongy spot deep within.

“Oh fuck, Steve,” you breathlessly moaned out.

“I know sweetheart,” Steve cooed in your ear, “Feels so good, doesn’t it? Feels like heaven having my finger deep inside your tight cunt.”

He continued to pump his digit inside of you, the muffled sounds of your squelching heat brought a smile to his face.

You felt every ridge of his finger inside of you. It was a strange feeling at first, but the way he was curling it had your eyes crossing. The discomfort faded away, now all you wanted was more. “Please Steve,” you pleaded out.

“Aww princess, do you need more of Daddy's fingers fucking your filthy cunt?”

You did everything in your power not to scream out your pleas to the man next to you. “Yes, Daddy. I need more.”

Steve's cock was already testing the material of his briefs, but the way ‘Daddy’ rolled off your tongue had him close to ruining his jeans.

Not giving you any warning, he shoved his middle finger alongside your heat. A loud moan made its way into the air, halting his actions.

The two of you rapidly looked around, hoping that no one heard you. Steve looked forward at Sam and sighed in relief when he saw he was still fast asleep.

“Looks like fun time is over sweetheart,” he sighed before he began to remove himself from you. His actions were halted when he felt your hand latch onto his wrist.

“Please don't stop. I’m so sorry, I didn't mean to!”

Steve shook his head, “Princess, I had the one rule and your dumb brain couldn't even follow that.” Frustration was evident in his hushed tone.

You were riddled with so much need and desire that tears threatened to fall from your eyes. “Please, I’ll be good. I promise.”

He didn’t want to stop, not after he saw how hot you looked when he was stroking your g-spot. But he needed to make sure you didn’t disobey him again. Pretending to ponder his thoughts, he looked at you, “Fine, but you only get one more chance. Okay, princess?”

You frantically nodded, desperate for him to resume his lewd actions.

“Good girl,” grinned the blonde, “but I just need to do one more thing to make sure not a peep comes out.”

Steve moved his hand to the top of your panties before tugging at them. He raised an eyebrow, a silent request sent your way to lift your ass from the seats to assist his efforts. Once the flimsy material was down your legs, he brought them out from under the blankets and balled them into his fist. “Open up.”

Opening up your jaw, you watched as he stuffed your wet panties into your mouth, muffling all sounds that dared to come out.

Looking up at Steve, you could barely see his face but you could see that his pupils were completely blown out, almost all of the usual blue gone.

“Now, where were we?”

Not wanting to waste anymore time, he shoved the two digits back into your cunt, a slight burn ran through your core.

His pace was brutal, desperate even. Steve needed to watch you unravel before him. He needed to be the first man to make you cum; glad that you never let any of those young college boys try- and inevitably fail, at helping you reach your peak.

Steve felt you lace your fingers back with his free hand and squeeze, in an effort to try and balance yourself.

“That’s it baby, you’re doing such a good job for me.”

Feeling daring, he prodded his ring finger and sank it within you along with the others. “Oh fuck, baby. Your pussy is squeezing the life out of my fingers, can’t even imagine how it’ll feel once I get my cock inside of you.”

The tears that filled your eyes prior began to fall due to the immense pleasure you were experiencing. “Mhm, ughh,” you tried speaking but it only came out of a mumbled mess.

“Don’t overwork that stupid brain of yours baby. Just focus on cumming on my fingers, that’s all you need to worry about right now.”

Steve could tell you were close with how your walls were contracting against him, so he went all in, in an effort to get you creaming around his fingers.

Raising his thumb, he applied just the right amount of pressure to your little numb and began circling it.

The insane amount of glee you began to feel was indescribable. Your head tilted back, your eyes crossed, your thighs that began to close were suddenly held back Steve’s legs, leaving you helpless against his attacks.

Steve noticed dribbles of drools leak from the side of your mouth, a cheshire-like smile had his cheeks sting at the expanse.

Leaning directly until his lips ghosted your ear once more, he softly spoke.

“That’s it baby.”

“Be a good girl and cum on Daddy’s fingers.”

“Once you cum on my fingers, the next time it’ll be wrapped around my thick cock.”

“Don’t think, let your mind go dumb like it’s supposed to.”

“Cause that’s all you really are, right?”

“My dumb. Mindless. Little. Slut.”

The newfound sensation hit you like a truck. Your eyes rolled to the back of your skull. Your toes curled in your platforms. Nose, eyes, and mouth contorting, trying to work through your orgasm.

Steve picked up on a scream about to escape you, so he unlaced his fingers from yours and clasped his hand over your mouth, preventing you from waking up the whole plane.

Locking his eyes with yours, he continued to finger fuck you through your release. “That’s it. That's it, princess. You did so well for me.”

As you came down from your high, the feeling started to become too much, overstimulation taking hold. You began to squirm away from his touch, causing him to chuckle before removing his digits.

When he brought his hand out from under the blanket, you saw his fingers soaked in your essence, shining from the stray lights littered across the plane.

Steve popped his index and middle finger into his mouth, groaning at your sweet taste; his eyes shutting in the process. “You taste so fucking delicious,” he mumbled through his fingers.

You watched as he lapped every drop of your juices from his digits before he looked back at you.

He took away his hand from your mouth and pulled out your soaked panties. “Here, have a taste,” Steve spoke before shoving his ring finger down your throat.

You were caught off guard due to the sudden intrusion, but regained your senses while sucking yourself off of his finger. Your tongue glided across the digit, gulping down your essence.

Steve watched with contentment as you cleaned him up. He saw how your eyelids were hooded, indicating you were exhausted from your release.

Pulling his finger from your mouth, he grasped your jaw to direct your face to his, his thumb wiping away your stray tears. “I hope you know I plan on taking you apart every chance I get during this trip, princess. Now get some sleep, we have a big week ahead of us.”

Leaning back into his chair, he stuffed your panties into his jeans and laid his head against the headrest.

You were so overwhelmed with fatigue that you had no trouble getting to sleep. Resting your head against the blondes shoulder, you drifted away, a content smile on your face.

Steve sat back and enjoyed your warmth; forcing himself to forget all about his own aching and leaking cock. He knew there was no going back now. He had a taste of you and instantly became hooked. Just like he ruined all men for you, you ruined all other women for him.

With his thoughts filled with you, he let sleep consume him and the promise of an eventful trip with you by his side.

A/N: i wrote this when i should’ve been finishing my 9 other wips, but here we go. y’all know in crazy rich asians, how they had the semi private enclosed seats. that’s where this takes place.

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[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

[becca-e-barnes]

hmm thinking about teasing dbf!bucky (or steve) and the two of you aren’t official or anything but maybe you’ve almost hooked up a couple of times so when he comes round to hang out with your dad you tease the fuck outta him, wearing too short skirts, fuck me eyes and he looks almost in pain cos he’s refraining from doing anything and he pulls you aside later on in the night and just says something like “im trying so hard to be good. you know we shouldn’t.” and u give him doe eyes like 🥺i seriously will not stop i will keep going until you fuck me,, idc if u wanna be good- i want ur dick in me🥺 and basically whatever she wants she gets <3

-🪄

Oooooh I’d actually really like to imagine this one with dbf!steve bc I feel like he’s more restrained than dbf!bucky and the tension would be so hot (plus I’ve written something like this for dbf!bucky before) 😩

And I can’t stop thinking about teasing him until he knows he’s half hard and there’s not a damn thing he can do except keep his eyes off you and try to keep his thoughts off the swell of your ass that’s poking out under your cute little skirt.

He’s doing pretty well until you get him alone in the hallway on your way back from the kitchen, brushing your body gently up against his and he can’t fucking take it. He pulls you into the room next to him, closing the door behind him, not caring that it’s the bathroom.

“You need to stop this, sweetheart. It’s wrong. You know we shouldn’t. It’s not personal, you know I think you’re a beautiful young woman but we can’t do this.” Your heart leaps at how sincere he sounds, obviously trying to spare your feelings but you’re having none of it.

“But Steve it’s not fair, you have no idea what you do to me. Even just the thought of you making love to me makes me so wet. It’s all I can think about.” Hearing such a filthy suggestion slip from your lips makes him twitch in his pants. Your eyes look so innocent, he’s almost breathless as his eyes flutter shut, not even allowing himself to look at you, trying not to think about how close your body is to his.

He keeps his eyes shut as you take his hand, lowering it, dipping under the hem of your skirt. You pull your own panties to the side, guiding his calloused fingers to your wet core, whining slightly at the feeling of his fingers beginning to probe your dripping cunt.

“Christ sweetheart, you’re soaked.” He breathes, his cock now aching as a finger slips inside you. “So fuckin’ tight too.”

“All for you Steve. Just imagine being buried so deep inside me. Imagine how wet I’d get for you. ‘M begging you Stevie, please fuck me.” The way he draws in a sharp breath at your words lets you know you’ve got him, his finger beginning to thrust in and out of you, making you moan softly.

His eyes open to see the look of pleasure washing over your face at finally getting what you want. “Fuck it.” He growls, gripping your face in his free hand and pulling you into a searing kiss, a second finger lining up at your entrance, ready to join the first

#asks answered <3 #🪄 anon #becca writes spice #dbf!steve #dadsbestfriend!steve #I’ve already done this kind of scenario for bucky so I wanted to give Steve a go #and I think I’m hooked besties #i love how straight laced Steve would be #he’s so serious and upright and I feel like he’d resist longer than dbf!bucky would #eugh I could write a full length on this #the longing is so hot

[bucksfucks]

dilf!steve absolutely fucking you into the mattress but praising you so much😩

“good girl, taking what i give you”

“you look so pretty when you cry”

-💐

i got your other ask saying this is for dbf!steve!!

so this is a yummy thought 😩✋🏻 because he’d have you crying from how good he’s making you feel. and he’s so good at praise!!

“my sweet girl, oh you’re takin’ everythin’ i give you so well.” and he’ll like lean down and wipe some of your tears as you’re blubbering his name and he just cooes “you look so pretty when you cry, baby. love seein’ you so ruined for me.” 😵‍💫

#voicemail received ˖◛⁺⑅♡ #𝐝𝐚𝐝’𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐞𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐲 *⑅୨୧* #dadsbestfriend!steve #anonymous ˳೫˚∗

[vanillanaps]

we're with family and can't kiss but let's sneak into your old room for a minute + dads bestfriend!steve

NSFW 18+

He’s been making those eyes at you since the moment he walked into the backyard of your house for your family’s barbecue today. Longing glances, subtly touches of his fingers brushing across your waist as he walked passed you.

You weren’t so innocent. You wore his favorite dress of yours. That spaghetti strap baby blue dress that stopped just beneath your ass. You made sure you were always in his line of vision, flaunting either your ass or your chest. By the way Steve’s eyes trailed your body, his tongue gliding over his bottom lip, you knew you’d be in for it later.

You shot him a sly smirk before excusing yourself from the group of people you were talking to, making your way into the house and up to your old bedroom. It didn’t take long for Steve to follow behind you.

The moment he stepped through the door, his hands were on your waist, lips against yours. You moaned into the kiss as he walked you backwards, pushing you up against the wall. You tilted your head to deepen the kiss, tongues rolling against one another while Steve’s hands slid down from your waist, pulling your dress up until your ass was expose, giving it a firm smack.

You pulled away from the kiss with a gasp when he smacked it again, your pussy clenching around nothing, “Steve—Steve, we can’t.”

“Fuck, I know.” He groaned, kissing down your neck and to your shoulder, “Come to mine later..”

#dadsbestfriend!steve #dadsbestfriend!steve x reader #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers smut

[noctumbra]

Stepdaughter dating Steve without knowing that he's best friends with stebdad Bucky.

She confines in him that she thinks bucky is hot.

One night, she's sitting between them watching TV when both men suddenly lay their hand on each of her thighs.

Not wanting to make a scene she doesn't react.

Few minutes later one hand is groping her tits while the other is inside her panties, circling her clit.

"did you know we went to school together?" Steve murmurs between kissing her neck "we used to share everything with each other..."

A finger slips into her wet cunt while the other pinches her nipple, causing her to arch her back.

"my pal Steve told me you want me... And I want you too princess... Will you let us share you too?"

That's how she ended up getting spitroasted between their huge cocks.

OH FUCK

NONNIE JFC

YOU'RE RUINING ME I ✨HATE✨ YOU

#OMGGGG JFC PLS #answered asks #stepdad!bucky #dadsbestfriend!steve

[alisonsfics]

How about dads best friend steve x reader who is bucks daughter

Y E S

Imagine steve like just got out a divorce, and he invites you and your dad over for dinner. He decides right then and there that he needs to have you!

I have SO many ideas!!!!

#alison answers #new request #dadsbestfriend!steve #bucky barnes x daughter!reader

[chrisevansredbelt]

The Game

I BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE,,, TURNITUP

pairing: dadsbestfriend!frank castle x reader

warnings: dads best friend, reader is of age (18+), SMUT. car sex. palming. nude pics. jealous frank. spanking, oral (f receiving), fingering, lil bit of praise kink, PIV, kinda public sex?

summary: you’ve been secretly seeing frank for a while now. the only problem is he’s your dads best friend and he’s lives in the house right across the street. he’s also always at your house and since that leaves room for getting caught, you’re often forced to leave him high and dry. during a get-together that your dad throws for a few neighbours and his other close friends, you make frank jealous and suffer the consequences of this built up frustration.

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You fall against Franks warm, solid chest, whining softly as the last of your orgasm courses through you.

As you shut your eyes for a moment, catching up with your breath, Franks hands rub and caress your hips, sliding up to your waist. You’d told Frank this before, but if you were to only wear one thing for the rest of your life, it would be Franks hands. Now if you were to sit on one thing for the rest of your life-

You place a blissful kiss to his pec before bringing your chin up to rest in the middle of his chest. You smile up at him lovingly, almost a silent ‘thank you’ for the orgasm he just gave you.

Looking up now, you notice how the windows of Franks truck are covered in a sheen of condensation, most definitely from the heavy breathing of you and Frank in contrast to the cold temperature of the outside, “Hey, look.”

Frank looks up at the window and watches as you bring a finger up against the glass, drawing a small love heart.

He huffs and playfully rolls his eyes, laughing a little, “So cheesy it’s painful.”

You cut your eyes at him in playful offence, “You draw something then.” He shifts his body a little to reach the window comfortably and you have to restrain yourself from whimpering, feeling the movement with his cock still inside you. You avert your attention back to his drawing and scoff loudly as he draws a penis, “Wow, it’s like I’m actually fucking someone my age now.”

It’s Franks turn to glare at you now and fake laugh, tickling your side, making you squeal loudly and clench around him- half an accident, but half on purpose by the way it makes him twitch inside you.

-

Gripping onto the banister of the staircase a little tighter than you normal would have, you step down the stairs softly. Normal steps just worsened the soreness in your pelvis.

As you descend the last step and turn into the entrance way of the living room, you smile to yourself. You never thought you’d be so happy to see the back of someone’s head, but here you are.

Hearing your Dad in the kitchen and knowing your Mom was at her pilates class, with your light steps you snuck up behind Frank, covering his eyes with your small hands.

“Hey Princess,” Frank laughs, removing your hands from his eyes and placing kisses to your fingers.

The action tickles your fingers and you giggle quietly, eyeing the other doorway to the living room just to make sure your Dad isn’t silently standing there in shock at the intimacy of his best friend and daughter.

“Hi Frankie,” You whisper in his ear, kissing the side of his face.

He groans, cheeks turning a light peach as he leans back against your shoulder, “You can’t do that to me,”

You smile innocently, reaching a hand down to softly palm his semi-hard (but definitely hard now) through his pants, “But I like watching you squirm.” He gasps in your hand, but at the sound of your Dads footsteps approaching from the kitchen, you swiftly move a pillow from the other side of the couch and over Franks lap to cover his boner. Just in time, you distance yourself a little from Frank and smile up at your Dad, “Hey Dad,”

“Mornin’ hun,” He smiles, taking a seat in his armchair, “Got any plans today?”

You hum, slowly heading for the kitchen, internally smiling when you feel Franks stare burn through your ass that’s most likely hanging out of your booty shorts, “Yeah, I think I’m gonna go shopping.”

“Don’t you have enough clothes?”

You roll your eyes- you know he wasn’t exactly serious, because he said it every time, “I need something for the barbecue.”

The ‘barbecue’ that was coming up was actually just a little get together of some of your Dads closest friends (Frank obviously included) and a few of the neighbours to watch the Super Bowl.

Your Dad had this big projector thing that he would set up in the backyard every year and invite all his friends over-sometimes their sons would join too. As well as their wives, but they didn’t exactly watch the game, they kind of just sipped wine and gossiped with each other and your Mom under the gazebo.

And you, well you just looked pretty for it. Mostly for Frank but every now and then, someone’s son would approach you. Plus, you kinda loved the attention you always got from it. From the wives telling you how much you’d grown and how gorgeous you looked, to their husbands ogling at you behind their beer cans.

It was fun.

-

Coming back from your little shopping trip with Natasha and Wanda, you’d basically dived into bed and stayed there ever since.

You were pretty successful in your shopping trip, actually managing to buy an entire outfit for the night despite the fact that you barely had any part in it at all.

It was just a comfortable, lounge dress. It wasn’t too revealing, it reach your ankles and it even had sleeves! But it showed a bit of cleavage and was skin tight and boy, did it look good.

But the shopping trip itself was exhausting. There’s a lot of drama going on with Wanda and Nat and their boyfriends (Nat and Steve in particular), plus having to walk in circles around the mall for a good 4 hours was finally kicking in. It never registers in the moment because you’re too caught up in gossiping your heads off, but once it kicks in… God, save you. And! Don’t forget the way your lower half already hurt from last night…

“Dinner’s ready.” Speak of the devil, the familiar voice announces at the door of your bedroom.

It wasn’t unusual for Frank to join you and your family for dinner. He hung out with your Dad a lot, of course, and by the time it reached dinner your Mother would usually just cook for him without even asking. He only lived right across the street anyway, so it wasn’t like he was being completely held against his will.

Plus, more time to spend with you- even if it was just playful, one-off stares across the table.

You basically roll out of bed and shuffle towards Frank. Noticing your slight discomfort, he extends a helpful hand out for you to take- and that at least lifts your mood a little.

Once you take his hand in yours, he pulls you into his chest and keeps you both at bay in your doorway. Moments like these are really the only times that you and Frank can get alone time throughout the day, upstairs, out of sight and earshot from your parents.

You internally gawked over how warm you felt wrapped in his big, strong arms. How badly you wished you could be in this position every minute of every hour of every day… among other positions.

Craning your neck up to him, you pour your lips to request for a few kisses which he gladly offers. As the kisses slowly turn into one, and deepens by Frank sticking his tongue down your throat, his hands also move to slap your ass.

“Ow!” You jolt in his arms, removing yourself from the kiss to look up at him stunned. He just stares down at you with a sly smile and you smack his chest in retaliation before removing yourself out of his grasp completely, “Asshole.”

“Payback.” He just shrugs, following after you down the stairs.

You’re not actually mad at him and he knows that. He knew how much you liked a bit of spanking and how soaked he’d probably gotten you. But hey, that’s what you get for making him hard this morning for a good hour.

“Dad! Franks bullying me!” You protest as you enter the dining area where your parents are getting the table ready for dinner.

Frank enters behind you, innocent as ever as he goes and helps your Mom with the plates.

“Stop annoying him then.” Your Dad just shrugs, familiar with this ‘cheeky’ relationship you had with Frank. That’s what he’d called it. Idiot. You look over at Frank who just proudly smiles and you make a mocking face in return, fortunately enough for you, your Dad sees, pointing a finger, “Case in point.”

You take your usual seat at the side of the table, Frank across from you and your parents at either end. You liked it this way- it was probably the closest seating arrangement that you could get to Frank- unless, of course, he was sitting beside you. The distance would prove to be rather beneficial for you tonight… not so much for Frank however.

You all dig in, the three of them quickly engaging in conversation you didn’t care for. You simply just ate your food, every so often looking up when Frank spoke. You blocked out what he was saying, but you just admired him discreetly.

It isn’t until about the 5th time that you’ve done it that Frank catches you. He knows you do it, can feel your stare burn right through his skin- specifically his nose and hands because that’s where you stare the most. But it’s fun when he catches you because he gets to see how increasingly flustered you’ve become since dinner had started.

When he next feels you stare at him, he brings his fingers up to his mouth and slowly sucks on each digit- cleaning them from nothing really- it’s mostly just for show… for you.

You shift a little in your seat now, your breath hitching in your throat as he makes eye contact on the last digit he sucks. Thank God you hadn’t been eating or drinking in that moment because you for sure would’ve choked.

Luckily, neither of your parents catch on, despite your very clear signs of agitation. Taking a sip of the wine your mother had poured you, you allow the flamboyancy of the wine to settle you.

You know you started this little game, so it was all the more reason to win it.

You wait it out a little at first, hoping to strike when least expected to keep him on edge and to let him enjoy his last moments of thinking he’d one the battle.

You quietly slip off your slippers, your feet now bare and a little cold as they rest against the tiled floor. Nonchalantly, you adjust in your seat so that your legs are closer to Franks.

He eyes you off as you move, smiling softly thinking it’s a result of his previous actions still having an affect on you. You smile back, both to mock him and with genuine anticipation for how he’s going to react to your next trick.

Underneath the table, you lift your foot up and extend your leg so that it settles right in between Franks spread out thighs, right over his crotch. Completely unexpected, Frank lurches at your intrusive foot, his knee coming up and colliding with the underneath of the table.

Both your parents furrow their brows in concern and it takes absolutely everything in you not to smile, “You alright?”

Frank just nods, a fake breathy laugh covering the fault in his voice, reaching down to rub at his thigh in further fake reassurance, “Cramp.”

“Too much working out.” Your Dad cackles, nudging his shoulder before beginning a conversation on work outs.

This forces Frank to include himself in the discussion, even more vulnerable to your teasing because he’s unable to just silence himself as you continue caressing him with your foot.

For the rest of the dinner, you relentlessly continue your teasing. He seemed to like when you’d stroke up the side of his calf, thigh and especially over his crotch. The third time you’d felt over that area, you were actually a little surprised at how hard you’d made him.

You couldn’t the smile on your face, bringing your wine glass to your lips to hide as Frank bore his glare into your eyes. Oh, he was mad.

As dinner wrapped up, you helped your Mom wash up. Frank offered to take over for her, probably to get some much needed alone time with you but your Mother just shooed him out of the kitchen and your Dad had taken him his man cave down in the basement where they’d probably play 2K and drink beer.

You almost felt a little bad, having seen the slight pain in Franks eyes as he was whisked away from you. Your Dad was his best friend, no doubt about it, and going into that man cave and playing video games and drinking beer was like in his top list of things he’d want to do if he had 24 hours to live.

But God, he fucking need to fuck you. Or his hand. Anything! He needed a release. His boner had thankfully disappeared after 30 minutes into playing, but the need for release lingered.

He couldn’t even sneak into your room before he left because your Dad had literally escorted him all the way to his house on the other side of the street.

Not exactly taking defeat yet, he entered his home, headed for his bedroom and pulled out his phone, immediately texting you.

Frank: Come over.

You: mom and dad are still downstairs

Frank: So sneak out.

You: they’ll hear me

Frank: Then just say you’re going to Wanda’s or something

You: im so tired, frankieeeee…

would it help if i sent pics? <3

Frank: Not really but send them anyway.

Okay, now he was taking defeat. Switching his phone from his right hand to his left, he pulled his dick out of from his pants and waited for you to send the pictures.

It was a complete lie that your parents were downstairs. They weren’t. You were tired, that was the truth, but you’d never be too tired to turn down a hook up from Frank. This was all just part of the game you had just won.

You did feel a little bad, having caused Frank a bit of frustration but you hoped the pictures of your bare boobs and pussy were enough to satisfy him until your next hookup. Which you were very much looking forward to, knowing he wasn’t going to let you get away with everything you’d done.

-

As you descended your steps the next morning, the open window of the foyer allowed you to see your Dad in conversation with a few of the neighbours that would be coming over later tonight for the game.

You made your way into the kitchen to fix yourself up some breakfast, but paused momentarily in the doorway when you saw Franks back turned to you as he sat in one of the high chairs at the island.

Having being woken up from your Mom starting up the car and most likely heading to the grocery store to buy some last minute food for tonight, and having just seen your Dad in the front yard, you keened in excitement at the idea of being alone with Frank once again.

“Ghee, you live here now?” You ask jokingly, making your presence known as you come up beside him and place a few innocent kisses against his jaw. When he completely ignores you, too purposely engrossed on the small TV on the kitchen counter, you furrow your brows, “Frankie,” You’re surprised the use of the little nickname only you got to use didn’t even break him. Pulling out the big guns now, you playfully nip on his ear lobe, tongue darting out a little to kitten lick at his skin as well, “Stop ignoring me.” Nothing. You think to yourself for a second, concluding to just throw in the towel because you hated this silent treatment torture, “Frank, I’m sorry I gave you blue balls.” You at least thought that would do something. But no, he just takes a sip of OJ and continues looking straight ahead at the TV, making you huff in annoyance and leave his side, “Fine. Be like that.”

You head for the fridge and grab out a container of chopped fruits you’d prepared earlier before storming up to your room and angrily eating your ‘breakfast’ there.

Fine. You had happily ended the game last night. But clearly, someone wanted it to continue.

-

You sighed in exhaustion after exchanging greetings with the final guest for the night. It was only 5 and you were ready to cuddle up in your blankets. But Frank was giving you enough eye candy to stay awake. Even though you guys were ‘fighting’ right now, that didn’t make him any less attractive to you. To be honest, it probably made him hotter. You would’ve been scared had this been an actual argument, but he was just being a bitch about last night. He would get over it eventually- probably later tonight when you make up the excuse to go to Wanda’s and instead just sneak over to his house.

Until that time came, you had Natasha, Steve, Sam and Bucky to keep you company. Apart from Natasha- who’d just come as a plus one for Steve, and also as your best friend, everyone else was here because of their fathers connection to your father.

They came every year so it was never awkward or anything. You’d easily flow into conversation about who was gonna win the game, what they’d all been up to lately, any gossip between our mutual friends. This year, however, you couldn’t help but ogle a little longer at Bucky whenever he spoke. He’d grown his hair out from when you last saw him, it reached his shoulders now and… it looked good. Plus he had it slicked back a little. And you’d be daft to say you didn’t notice his gaze fly to your cleavage every time you’d purposefully squeeze them together or lean over.

Your mother had always encouraged the idea of getting with one of them. She really liked Steve and was actually a little heartbroken when you’d told her he was with Natasha. But that still left Sam and Bucky. You innocently flirted with them each year, mostly for your own person satisfaction, but also to get your mother excited. And, in recent years, rile up Frank.

Usually, despite the game having started, Frank would tear his eyes away from the screen every few minutes to glance over at you. It was even worse if he’d hear you laugh, his head would basically spin off his neck to see the source of your laughter- blood boiling whenever it was one of the boys, who’d be shamelessly starting at your tits as they bounced slightly due to your laughter.

But tonight, you don’t think Frank even looked in the direction of your vicinity. Not even when you’d come downstairs after getting changed into your outfit for tonight. Not when you’d playfully greeted each of your Dads friends with too-friendly hugs and totally unnecessary cheek kisses. And not even now as you whispered in Bucky’s ear.

“Awe, honey, look,” Your Mom grabs the attention of your Father, who follow her line of sight.

“Alright, Barnes!” Your Dad nods over at George, Bucky’s father, “Your boy better not be trouble.” At the last comment, nearly every man- including Frank- had whipped their heads to where your parents were looking. Your hand interlocked with Bucky’s as you lead him inside the house.

Your Dad was never that protective, ‘no boyfriends until you’re 30’, type of Dad. And you were glad. No, your Dad was pretty chilled out with, really, everything that you did. However, that being said, you doubt he would be chill with you fucking his best friend, which is why you kept that part of your life secret.

Frank fulfilled that protective role for you though. Could go as far to say that may be the reason why you’re seeing him in the first place, to satisfy that craving for overprotection that your Dad had never provided you with, but we’ll save that for another day. Frank was sex on legs, he was sweet and he knew his way around a woman’s body and for now, those are the only reasons why you’re sleeping with him.

You and Bucky both laughed sheepishly as you entered the house, having heard the commotion from outside. You however, were a little more giddy- having finally felt Frank’s attention on your for the first time that night… no, that day, considering he had ignored you all morning too.

Oh, how you wished he would’ve seen the lead up to you taking Bucky into your house. How you’d shifted closer and closer to him, rested your head on his shoulder as he told you a story, laughed loudly and wrapped your hand around his arm… you knew Frank heard it from the way he’d uneasily shifted in his seat.

But that wasn’t enough for you.

So, after a few minutes of contemplation, spurred on by Bucky’s lingering hand resting over your thigh and Natasha’s encouraging smirk, you turned and whispered in Bucky’s ear.

“Wanna go some place more quiet?” You whispered, making sure to make your voice as sultry as possible as you flicked your eyes over at the house.

Bucky’s eyes had lit up and his dick probably hardened as he gleefully accepted your offer, taking your hand as you led him towards the house.

George Barnes smiles pridefully as he watches you and his son disappear inside your home, turning to your father, “He’s missing the game for her, I don’t think it gets any more head over heels than that.”

All the Dads laugh, while their wives and your Mom swoon over the possible bloom of a relationship. Frank, on the other hand, had wrapped his hand so hard around the neck of his beer bottle it’s any wonder it didn’t shatter in his grasp.

-

The game had quickly come to an end and so had your time with Bucky. He was called downstairs by his father as all the men were getting ready to leave after one last final tour of your Dads man cave.

You’d bid your goodbye to Bucky, a sneaky peck on his soft lips that left him blushing like crazy as he descended the stairs, to which caused quite the commotion as his flustered appearance was taken in by his father.

You changed into some more casual clothes now, a baby tee and some sweats as you dolled yourself up a little for the more exciting part of your night.

Just about everyone had left by the time you descended the stairs, the only person left was Frank… who you’d knew was going to stay back and help clean up the aftermath of the gathering.

You found your Mom in the kitchen, wrapping up the leftovers of the charcuterie board she’d prepared. Frank entering just in time to wash his hands from cleaning up all the beer cans.

For the first time that night, Frank had made eye contact with you. His expression was unreadable in that very short moment that he did look at you, but it was something.

“I’m gonna go see Wanda.” You announced to your Mother, but it was mostly intended for Frank. ‘Wanda’s’ was basically code for Frank’s house, “I won’t be long, I’ll be back later.”

You never had to ask to go anywhere- it was usually always just telling them, knowing the answer would always be yes.

So when your Mom grabbed your arm with a smile and pulled you a little closer to her so that Frank wouldn’t hear, you were a little confused.

“Hey, how was Bucky?” She whispers with a wide smile. Your eyes quickly dart over to Frank, who- though he’s got his back turned, stops washing his hands for a second.

“God- Mom-“ With a scoff, you pull yourself out of her grasp, not exactly keen on sharing the ‘details’.

“What? I just wanted to know!” She yells out as you head for the front door.

-

Hearing the opening of Franks front door had to be music to your ears. You lost track of how long you’d waited for him ever since you left your house.

Using the spare key to his home that he’d given you, you’d made yourself comfortable up in his bedroom while you waited. If he was over at your house, it would usually take no longer than 5-10 minutes before he’d be able to join you, too caught up in conversation with your Dad.

So when it passed that 10 minute mark, you were a little annoyed. Of course, your dad just had to babble on. Pulling out your phone, you texted Frank just to make sure he was still alive in there.

You: waiting <3

Read 11:27pm

He read it almost instantly, and you waited eagerly for a response. But nothing. Not even those three dots.

You: ???

Read 11:27pm

You: fake a yawn, he’ll let you go

Part of you wanted to believe that he was being held there against his will and not purposefully punishing you once and for all. Because if so, it was working.

Read 11:28pm

I mean, what? Was he just going to leave you here all night? He’d have to come hone eventually, right? Unless, unless he’d sleep in the guest bedroom… but why would he do that? Plus, what would his excuse be? He’s too drunk to walk 10 metres to his own house? Actually, that would be something your Dad would coax him into doing.

Fuck.

You weren’t going to take it any further than what you’d already done tonight, but seeing as you had grown increasingly frustrated and knowing this was probably the only thing that was going to get his attention, you did it anyway.

You: r u coming or not? just tell me so i can decide whether i should take bucky up on that offer

Delivered

You cursed him for finally ignoring you once and for all, not even bothering to read your messages anymore.

You sighed against his pillow, groaning to yourself as you realised what you just got yourself into. You really didn’t mean to take it that far with Bucky and you hoped this wasn’t the end of your relationship with Frank.

But apparently not.

You sit up off his bed when you hear him ascend the stairs. Your heart beats slightly faster and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little nervous.

You stand now and make your way to the door of his bedroom, leaning against the doorframe when he comes into view, “God, what took you so long?”

“Did you fuck him?”

Though he scarily towers over you, jaw clenched and fists tightened, you have to contain your arousal at how attractive he is when he’s angry, knowing this probably isn’t the time. You roll your eyes a little, “Frank-“

“Did you?”

“No.” He doesn’t bother to hide his relief and you grin mischievously, stepping a little closer and bringing your hand up to twiddle with the strings of his hoodie, “Did I make someone jealous?”

“Are you gonna date him?” Ignoring your question, he glares down at you.

“I don’t know.” You hum, and you kind of feel bad when you see a small frown grace his face, “Maybe I’ll just keep him around to get Mom and Dad off our scent.” He sighs a little, figuring he can’t argue with that, “Don’t worry, you’re not getting rid of me that easily.”

You lean up on your tippy toes and peck a loving kiss to his lips, to which he reluctantly returns. It was so nice to finally feel his lips against yours- it’s been one day too many.

“I don’t trust him.” He sneers, “Why is his hair so long?”

“More for me to grab?”

You can’t contain your smile as you look up at him, your lip coming between your teeth as he grinds his jaw. He steps closer to you now and you almost try to walk backwards before his hands reach behind your thighs, “You’re in a lot of trouble, you know?” He lifts you up to wrap your legs around his waist before laying you down on the bed, “I wouldn’t push it.”

You let out a hearty laugh, pulling him down to connect his lips to yours. Your hands find their way to the sides of his face, pulling him impossibly closer, afraid that he’ll leave you if you let go.

With your legs still loosely wrapped around his hips, you also pull that part of his body closer to yours, his crotch rubbing against your clothed core and you groan into his mouth at the friction.

Leaving your mouth, he sinks to his knees before you, bringing your pants down with him as he sheds you of all the clothing from your bottom half.

You gasp softly with hooded eyes as you watch him admire your bare pussy, spreading your legs further apart to observe every inch of you.

You swallow thickly as he plants soft, teasing kisses to each thigh, getting closer and closer to your core, but retreating every time you think he’s going to dive in.

You know what he’s doing. You know this is part of your punishment. So you let him have his way with you.

You clench around nothing each time he brings his face closer and closer to your hair, almost passing out when he presses a kiss to your folds, right above your clit.

Unable to resist, your hands fly down to his hair, tugging softly on the short strands and massaging the scalp- hoping he’d spare you a little mercy and give you what you so desperately need.

Instead, he just lifts his head to look up at you now, resting it against your thigh as he speaks, “My hair long enough for ya’?”

Remembering what you’d just said about Bucky’s hair length, you roll your eyes, “Shut up. I love your hair.” You fluff your fingers through it to somehow prove your point. You’d experienced many stages of Franks hair growth, but your favourites definitely had to be either the short strands that you could still run your fingers through, the faded sides with shorter hair on top, or the long, fluffy strands he grew out on occasion.

As a reward for your compliment, he lowers his mouth closer to your cunt and laps up the arousal that had since pooled from when he started kissing your thighs. He hums against your clit, the taste of your slick meeting his tongue and you buck your hips up as the vibrations course through you.

Just as you think the teasing was over, he removes himself from your clit, “You think he could eat you better than me?”

You whine at the loss of contact, and at his stupid question, “Frankie, please.”

“Do you?” You quickly realise that he’s not moving a muscle until you give him the answer he’s looking for.

“No,” You practically whimper, “No one could tongue fuck me as good as you.”

Slyly smiling up at you, satisfied with your answer, he presses one last final kiss to your thigh, “Good girl.” You almost started gushing out cum right then and there at the praise, but his tongue fucking into your hole distracted you from doing so.

You throw your head back against the pillows and arch your back as his tongue expertly devours your cunt, switching from fucking your hole to flicking and sucking your clit.

He makes sure to show more love towards your throbbing clit, knowing how quick that got you to cum. As much as he would spend eternity and one day buried in between your thighs, he loved the taste of your cum more. He survived off it.

Kneading the soft flesh of your thighs and ass, he grounds you back to reality, keeping you in place from squirming underneath his hold.

You clench your eyes shut as he unexpectedly eases two fingers into your cunt, his saliva mixed with your juices making it easy for them to insert. You moan loudly as they curl up to reach your g-spot and his tongue continues his assault on your clit.

Feeling the way you clench around his fingers almost instantly, Frank knows you’re close, “Cum on my fingers.” He encourages, thrusting his fingers in and out of you even faster as you whimper loudly, one his favourite sounds, “C’mon, pretty girl,”

With shaking thighs, you attempt to close them in around Franks head as a result of your nearing orgasm, but Franks strong hold keeps you still.

“I’m gonna cum,” You announce in a hush whisper, your moan overtaking you as the coil in your stomach threatens to unfurl, “Oh my God, right there, Frankie,” You clench around his fingers even harder as he fucks them up into you at just the right angle to consistently hit your g-spot, all the while wrapping his mouth around your clit and sucking harshly, simultaneously flicking his tongue around the little bud.

The room instantly blurs as you cum hard. You let out a loud moan that echoes all the way down the hall, your walls fluttering and pulsing around his fingers as they slow down to ease you off your high. He slowly pulls them out now and they’re drenched in your slick before he licks them clean. Eyeing your shining cunt, he dives back in to drink up the rest of your juice that’s leaking out of your pussy, not letting a drop go to waste.

By the time he finally detaches himself from your cunt, you smile blissfully as his chin shines with your cum.

Pulling his face closer to you, you wipe away the excess from his chin, bringing it up to your mouth and having a taste yourself. 

Wrapping a hand around his neck, you pull him down to praise the soft lips that had just brought you to orgasm, moaning as you taste yourself on his tongue.

“You definitely tongue fuck me better,” You start, nails dragging across the back of his neck as he sucks little kisses to your neck, he grunts in satisfaction, and you smile wickedly, “But I’m not entirely sure if you could fuck me better than he could?”

His head retracts from the crook of your neck, looking down at you with intense hardness. Oh, he’s mad.

“Is that so?” He asks, his jaw ticking when you doe your eyes up at him.

“I mean, you’re just so old- do you even still have it in you?”

His eyes darken instantaneously, a large, secure hand wrapping itself around your waist as his body cages you in beneath him, “Oh, you’re gonna fucking regret that.” He mutters into your ear through gritted teeth and for the first time since you’ve hooked up with Frank- you’re terrified… but you don’t wanna stop.

He flips you around so that you’re laying flat on your stomach and brings a hand down to collide against your ass cheeks in a harsh spank.

You whine into the bed sheets, the skin stinging even as he softly kneads it. You assumed that was the end of it, that he was just testing the waters and showing you what he was capable of but no. It’s only until about 10 spanks later- accompanied with an abundance of filthy words, a mix of degradation and praise, when your ass is now a bright, cherry red and your hands grip the bed sheets so tight it hurts, that he stops.

“Think I still have it in me now?”

Swallowing thickly, you nod weakly, “Yes,” You squeeze your thighs together in hopes to soothe the painfully good ache that inhabits your cunt, “Please fuck me, Frank.”

When you feel him adjust your position, lifting up your hips so that your ass hangs in the air, you sigh gratefully, “Since you asked so nicely,” He massages the sore flesh of your ass once more, spreading your cheeks apart simultaneously and observing the slickness of your pussy.

He can’t help the wicked smile that spreads across his face at the sight of your glistening cunt as a result of his spankings.

Quickly shedding himself free, he lines his cock up with your pussy from behind and begins a rough, hard, and absolutely relentless pace that has you forgetting your name. Bucky’s name long forgotten in that case, which is all Frank could ever ask for.

-

“Honey, honey-“ Your Dad whispers to your mother as he lingers by the window of their bedroom, just about to draw the curtains closed before a little something caught his eye. As your Mom joins his side, following his gaze over to Frank’s bedroom window, “Filthy fuckin’ Frank.” The pair watch shamelessly as Franks silhouette can be seen through his curtains, along with another that he’s seemingly fucking into oblivion, “No wonder he was itching to get outta here!”

Your Mom just smiles softly, wrapping an arm around your Dad, “Do you think it was someone from the party? I had a few single friends over.”

“He was checking his phone a lot.”

“Awe,” She coos, “I think it’s cute. We’re like matchmakers… He better thank us next time he sees us.”

“All thanks to the game.” Your Dad shakes his head, continuing to observe his best friend fucking whatever lucky woman managed to find her way into his bedroom, “He’s such a doggy kind of guy!”

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DHJSSH is writing that last part about the parents weird??? idk i thought it was fun, also,,, don’t come at me but for some reason i always imagine the dad for dbf!frank ti be brock rumlow 🤭 IDK WHY he just has that look

ANYWAY i hope u enjoyed!!! i think this fic is like in my top 3 bc i fucking loved writing it so much.

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pov: secret and passionate relationship with dbf!bucky - dates at his place, late night road trips 🌇🍷

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