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buckrecs · 7 months
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With Love by @jobean12-blog
Bucky might be the most powerful, successful, smartest, sexiest, most perfect CEO in all of New York but he’s your sweet and soft husband first and knows just how to show it.
Cuffing Season by @lunarbuck
Happy birthday, Mr. Barnes
SERIES
The Bienville by @indyluckycharlie
Bucky is the young CEO of his family’s publishing house. A year into the role and working his ass off, he’s finally taking a much needed vacation (upon the advice of his well-meaning family and friends). Solo and feeling a little lost, Bucky finds himself getting a little attached to the front desk receptionist, a local who grew up on the islands and dreams of bigger things.
Monster-In-Law by @holylulusworld
Your mother-in-law is the worst. She will try anything to ruin your loving relationship with Bucky. Will she succeed?
Beneath The Milky Twilight by @bucksangel
Being Mr. Barnes’ personal assistant has been tough, balancing a full time job while taking care of your younger brothers has you running yourself thin. Then, things take a sharp turn after a dinner with your boss when you disclose your financial situation.
Not Me by @simsadventures
Billionaire/entrepreneur Bucky is married to seemingly timid and meek wife, the reader. While he hates her with all he has, she tried to act her part as the wife of the big CEO. And while their relationship falls apart more and more, they both realised there might be more to the story than they previously believed. Will they be able to repair the damage that’s been done, or will they find happiness in somebody else’s arms?
Eye For An Eye by @sinner-as-saint
Battered and bruising, Y/N is out to seek sweet revenge from a man, James Buchanan Barnes, who tore her family apart 10 years ago. Y/N’s plan was simple; infiltrate his life, mess with his head, toy with his heart and leave him broken. Headstrong, she will stop at nothing, not even when it comes down to her being the villain in her own story...
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targaryenvampireslayer · 10 months
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𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐕𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞 (𝐢𝐢𝐢)
𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 - 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 — 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐧𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞. 𝐕𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞 - 𝐀 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐦𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐞, 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐭.
𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟑𝟔𝟔𝟖
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐀𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧, 𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐟 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲, 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐡𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, 𝐓𝐨𝐛𝐲 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐥 𝐣𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐨𝐧. 𝐒𝐮𝐞 𝐦𝐞. 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔.
𝐀/𝐍: 𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚 𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐈'𝐦 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 <𝟑
𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 @flordeamatista 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐠𝐞!
𝐃𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐲 @firefly-graphics
𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐲 @maysdigitalarts
𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 @suzs-fic-library 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬.
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It was funny. A month ago you would’ve given anything to have a miracle happen to you. You’d lost your job, were late on rent,  blackballed by a bully, and unable to find any work because of it. Your worst nightmare - losing your son Toby and not being able to get him back seemed like a real possibility. Five years of not just surviving but thriving, and then a year of real hell and you would’ve given anything for just one more bit of good luck to happen to you. And then in walked Bucky Barnes, offering you just that lifeline… and you still couldn’t allow yourself to really believe in it, even though you’d signed the contracts and the NDA’s, and shaken the hand of his affable lawyer who had a great smile. 
It was so hard to believe that this too wouldn’t disappear in a puff of ash, even as you groaned at the sight of Toby jumping up and down on the brand new - no doubt very expensive - bed in his large room in the gigantic apartment Bucky had led you into not one hour before.
Your new home. In the Avengers Tower. Rent free.
“Toby!” You semi yelled at your giggling son, slightly more harshly than you intended, but the pinch you had given yourself to just make sure this wasn’t a dream had hurt more than you had thought, “Get down!”
“But mom!”
“No buts!” You smiled at Bucky uneasily, “I am so sorry, he’s just-”
“Hey, don’t even worry about it, Y/N.” Bucky looked so unbelievably happy that you almost wanted to cry… at least until Bucky let out a roar, and promptly jumped on the bed next to Toby, bouncing gleefully and making your son shriek with joy, “Bruce had these bad boys cooked up for when he Hulked out, and Jen uses them too!”
“Jen?”
“These mattresses are perfect for bouncing on, and the frames are almost indestructible!” Bucky calls over Toby’s yells, “We can go craaaaaazyyyy!”
Bucky’s like a big kid, and your son is happier than you’ve seen him in a long time. You take another moment to just watch and then drag yourself away to carry on looking through the apartment, partly because you wanted to prove to Bucky, to Toby, to yourself that you trusted him and this new arrangement, and nothing said trust more than leaving your only child in the hands of a man who bounced on an indestructible bed.
And partly because you didn’t like the unexpectedly harsh pang of jealousy at the sound of another woman’s name in relation to those perky mattresses.
You shake the feeling off. You had no right to feel any level of jealousy in regards to Bucky and whoever the hell Jen was. You couldn’t start this relationship out like this, you were the one who had said you wanted this purely to be about Bucky helping you out, you weren’t interested in a relationship, not after the heartbreak of losing Will, and even less after the stress of Bradley.
And Bucky had told you he wasn’t interested in that either, that he hadn’t been intimate with anyone since before all those terrible things that had happened to him. You couldn’t start this journey not trusting him, you refused to.
You poked your head into the large room you had been told was your bedroom, and then backed out immediately. The sight of the gigantic bed and walk in wardrobe made your heart go into palpitations. That one room was bigger than your entire previous apartment, for god’s sake. Plus it was too clean, too pristine, it looked like a showhome, you needed to try and find some way to get some colour in there…
You ended up in the kitchen that looked like something out of Architectural Digests wet dreams, staring around you in awe, 
“Wow…” You opened up the gigantic fridge, whistling at all the fresh ingredients in there, every last one of them organic and locally sourced or from Wholefoods, “Holy shit. This would’ve cost more than I made in a month!”
“Oh, we get all that stuff bought, packed and delivered to us each week.” Bucky strolled around the corner, cheeks still a little red and his hair adorably mussed up, “I’ll show you how to put in any specific orders with FRIDAY.”
“Oh!” You quickly pluck an apple from the fridge, too red and delicious looking to be left alone, “Thanks! So there’s a budget for everyone that lives here?”
“Yeah, not that there’s many of us now, but the city is real good at supporting us and we give back where we can.” Bucky pushed his hair back from his face and smiled sheepishly at you, “I’m sorry about the excitement back there. It’s just nice having you guys around. Toby is a great kid.”
You smile fondly, and try and try to subtly look for a knife or a plate, “Yeah, he’s… where is he?”
“Oh, I left him playing Call of Duty on the X-Box in his room.” Bucky opens a drawer and then a cupboard, handing you what you’re looking for without comment, “Is that okay?”
“Call of Duty?!”
Bucky went pale, and then narrowed his eyes, “Little punk- I mean angel!” He huffed out a laugh, “Toby told me to tell you that, that it was a game for kids, but it’s not is it? I remember hearing about it from Sharon, and she does not play chilled out games.”
“So Toby isn’t playing Call of Duty?”
“No, but he does have an X-Box, and a Playstation and just about every other console in there though, but Sam limited what games were downloaded. Toby is doing his homework, kid seemed real happy with the desk set up he has.”
Bucky looked torn between being apologetic for calling Toby a punk - not a too unfair assessment if your beloved child had tricked him - and laughing in genuine amusement at your son’s pranks. You decided to let it slide. Your son was a smart kid who was enjoying himself for a change.
Plus, he was a little punk sometimes, and you wouldn’t want to change that.
“So,” you say after a moment, moving back to the island to cut up the apple “do you want some?”
“Thanks. I’m starving.”
“Bouncing on a bed will do that to you.” You crunch down on your wedge of apple, forcing yourself not to moan at how good it tasted, and then almost choke when a piece of knowledge barged into your brain, “Jen! Jen Walters! She-Hulk!”
Bucky’s mouth was open, his hand raised with a piece of apple in between his lips, little frown lines between his eyebrows, “Ummm… yeah?”
“That’s… that’s who you meant earlier. With the mattress…” You trail off, ignoring how hot your face had suddenly become at Bucky’s growing smirk, “I just-”
“Jen stays here sometimes. With Matt.” Bucky added quickly, “You know, my lawyer you met? They have a kind of on and off again thing.”
“Oohhh… I bet they look cute together!” You blurt out, biting into more apple so you don’t say anything else ridiculous, and Bucky chuckles, 
“It’s okay, doll. Jen isn’t my type.”
“I know, you told me. No one is, right?” You meet his eyes, your smile as genuine as you can manage, and try not to squirm when he looks you up and down, 
“Maybe not… anymore.”
You stare at him, open your mouth to say something though you’re not sure what, and that’s when your front door opens, and a beautiful blonde haired, brown eyed woman enters, beaming smile brighter than the sun that was shining through the floor to ceiling windows, and her arms outstretched,
“Good afternoon, everyone! It is my most humble pleasure to introduce to everyone; the one, the only….” she pauses for dramatic effect, and you look over at Bucky who is attempting to stifle a smirk, “Sam Wilson, Captain America!”
“Sharon, goddamnit, I told you not to do that anymore!” The voice of the one and only Sam Wilson came from the hallway, and you giggled as Sharon called back over her shoulder,
“If I don’t do it, babe, then who will?! Hi!” Sharon reached you, and promptly pulled you into a hug that smelled like a cloud of beautiful perfume, “I’m Sharon Carter, Sam Wilson is my boyfriend, and I promise that I will never barge in without knocking again, I just really like to make sure we make an entrance, you know?”
“O-oh… yeah, okay.” You looked over her shoulder at Bucky who was nodding at Sam as he entered, and then back at the still beaming Sharon, “I’m really happy to meet you both.”
“We’ve heard a lot about you, Y/N. It’s great to have you in the Tower.” Sam ambles over and holds his hand out for you to shake. You try not to let it tremble as you do, but it felt like you were meeting real royalty, “Plus every time Buck talks about you he smiles, which- I don’t think you realise how big a deal that is.”
“He does?”
“Oh yeah, he’s like a big sappy puppy, trust me.” Sharon is now hugging Sam from behind, her eyes peeking over his shoulder mischievously, and she winks at you, “It’s nice seeing him smile, more work gets done, so I’m sorry, you’re not allowed to leave now, y’gotta stay here forever!”
“Sharon, come on-” Bucky is glaring at Sharon, a blush dusted across his cheeks, but that’s when Toby runs in, cutting that interesting conversation off,
“Mom, I heard voices, is- Sam Wilson and Sharon Carter are in the kitchen!”
“Hi Toby!” Both Sharon and Sam chorus at your son who blinks at them with his mouth wide open, making Sam grin wide enough you can see that adorable gap in his front teeth, “How’re you doin’, buddy?”
Toby gulps, looking between you and his heroes, “I-I’m f-fine, sir… I mean Cap- Captain Ameri-”
“Y’can call me Sam if you like?” Sam interrupts him kindly, and holds out his hand to shake, “Buck says you’re a cool kid to know.”
“He did?” Toby beams at Bucky who then catches your eye and winks, “I’m…” Tears suddenly fill Toby’s eyes, and you move to rush over to him, but Bucky beats you to it, 
“Hey, kid, want to come see the rest of the Tower? We have a basketball court and everything.”
“Really?!”
You breathe a little easier when Toby’s face lights back up with a smile, and he runs over to you to hug you around the middle, 
“Can I go, mom, please?!”
“Of course! I mean, if you guys don’t mind?”
“We’ll bring him back in an hour if that’s okay?” Sam puts his hand on Toby’s shoulder and your son positively beams, “Then hopefully we can all have dinner together? I know I’ll be starving.”
You nod, smile almost fixed on your face… and Bucky comes over and squeezes your hand gently, bringing you back down to earth, 
“Thanks for coming to live here. See you in a bit, doll.”
“Bye.” You stare after your son, walking away in between your saviour and his best friend, trying to take in the massive change again, agonising over the tears Toby almost shed, wondering if you had really made the right decision, this was so fast, what if it was too much for Toby…
“Hey, it’ll be okay, you know.” Sharon spoke to your left, making you jump slightly as you had almost forgotten she was there, “Bucky has never been one to give up on someone once they have his loyalty.” She smiles at the look you give her, “I know what I’m talking about, Y/N. Besides, you’re not just his family anymore, okay? You’re ours.”
“You don’t even know me, you can’t promise that-”
“I can, and I am.” Sharon stands in front of you, exuding more easy confidence and strength than you had ever seen in one woman, enough to almost make you believe her in blind faith, “You had my loyalty from the second I heard what you said to Sheila Baxter at that gala.”
“Sheila Baxter?” You give a wobbly smile, “That was her name?”
“Oh yeah, her family comes from some old Manhattan money.” Sharon heads to the refrigerator and starts pulling stuff out, “I remember Nat saying that there were rumours of HYDRA money but she couldn’t prove it. Either way, I don’t think that Sheila ever had someone stand up to her before. You’re a good person, Y/N, you deserve this break.” Sharon points to the stool on the island, “Now tell me everything about you whilst I cook dinner for you so that we can be best friends.”
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Much later, after the sun had gone down and Toby had collapsed in his new bed with the Hulk proof mattress and frame, you sit gingerly on the edge of your own massive bed in the giant apartment sized bedroom on your own. The view out the window is breathtaking, so you quickly find the remote and pull the blackout curtains across so you can’t see it anymore. The lights come on automatically but you ask for the AI to turn them all the way down - and automatically bid her goodnight when the Irish voice says the same to you.
You want a shower but the bathroom looks like something out of a luxury hotel, with too many unknown haircare and skincare products that you had no idea how to use. Even the toothbrush looked like some sort of expensive futuristic nightmare.
All the nightclothes were wrong. Too soft, too perfect, too luxurious, and you had no idea who had picked them out. Part of you hoped it was Bucky, the part that looked at the almost sensual looking items and hoped he’d picked them out for you. The other part of you hated them and just wanted your threadbare old t-shirts back, but you’d thrown them all away in a fit of excitement when Bucky had told you that he had organised a Black American Express card for you and Toby. You’d thought you would be able to go shopping with him and get some new stuff together, instead it was all ready to go and you hadn’t even picked it out…
Your phone pinged, making you jump and fall off the bed. Then, as it was so dark, you couldn’t see anything and ended up crawling into the industrial sized dressing table on a curse. Finally you remembered FRIDAY’s existence so you asked the AI to brighten the room up, just in time for the phone to ping again, the sleek contraption buzzing against the glass bedside table.
Another gift from Bucky. Something else new and perfect that you could never pay back in a million lifetimes.
The text from Bucky lit up the screen:
Hey doll hows the room? Did you try the shower yet? I couldn’t leave it when I first used mine, I felt like a brand new man.
You ignore the heat that creeps up your neck at the idea of a naked, wet and soapy Bucky, and carefully tap out your reply.
I don’t think I’ll be able to leave it either. I think I would get lost in the size of it.
You wait a second and then add a 😀 emoji so that he knows you’re joking. Weirdly enough, he seems to pick up on your subtext immediately.
Are you okay? Is it too much?
Your fingers tremble… but you can’t lie to him. No matter what else, Bucky has earned your trust that he’s a good guy, one that you can be honest with, even if the thought of upsetting him and ruining what you have is a stone fist over your heart.
I just
Nothing here is mine. I feel like I’m lost and I want to make this work. I don’t want to disappoint you or Toby.
You could never disappoint me, doll. I just want you guys to be happy.
You agonise over what to type next, unable to articulate exactly what it is you’re feeling, when another message pops up from Bucky.
I gave you that card, right? Why don’t you go out tomorrow and get some stuff that YOU want?
Really? Because I was kind of hoping that I could take Toby to Walmart and go a bit crazy on him, he really needs a lot of new stuff and I appreciate what you ordered for us, I really do but he’s a kid and I would like to get some more fun stuff that he picked out for himself?
The message sends, and it’s read… and then you wait for thirty dreadful seconds, hating yourself for daring to agree to use the card, to imply that what Bucky had already given you wasn’t good enough, and that’s when the phone rings. You stare at the screen - a picture of Bucky smiling at the zoo stares back at you - and you sigh before you answer, 
“Hey, I’m sorry if I offended you, what you’ve got us is perfect, forget I said anything, I’m so sorry-”
“Y/N, I’m not mad at you, I’m not disappointed in you, I just want you to stop thinking about me or Toby for five minutes and think about yourself, okay?” Bucky’s voice is even, calm, warm… you can almost picture him laying against his sheets with that dark hair spilling over the pillows…
“What do you mean; think about myself?” You shake away the thoughts of Bucky in bed, “I can’t just do that, you know. I need to-”
 “What’s in your cupboards is just until you can go shopping. Keep it or donate it, but take yourself to Bloomingdales tomorrow and get some stuff that you want, okay? Ask for Bridget, she’ll help you out.”
“Me?!” You hiss down the phone, keeping an eye on the door in case you wake up Toby, “If you’re going to do this whole ‘sugar daddy’ thing then you need to let me do what I want, right? Which is to spoil my son!” You’re breathing heavily, ignoring the groan Bucky gives when you mention the dreaded Sugar Daddy term, “I can’t… Toby needs… I’m fine, okay? It’s Toby I’m doing all this for, not me. You don’t need to do anything for me.”
There’s a long pause before Bucky speaks again, but when he does, you’re reminded of the fact that he is in fact a highly trained super soldier who could probably snap you in half, 
“Doll. Do as you’re told, and spend my money like I’ll never run out of the stuff. When you’ve done that, then and only then will I let you take Toby out to spoil him too.” You can hear his even breathing down the phone… then a very soft chuckle, “Sugar Daddy’s orders.” 
You burst out a laugh, feeling the weird tension break between you and Bucky, “Really? I thought you hated that term.”
“I’ll use it if it gets you to take care of yourself a little.” Bucky pauses, you can hear him shifting, but it doesn’t sound like he’s in bed, there’s too much creaking and you think maybe he’s on his own giant leather sofa in his apartment, “I didn’t just do this to help Toby, as much as I love the kid. I did this to help you because after everything you’ve been through, you deserve it. So stop fighting me on this and go and buy shoes and make up and whatever the fuck it is women like to spend money on nowadays, okay?”
“Will used to take care of me too, Bucky. I relied on him, and look what happened.” The words come out before you even realise that you’re going to say them, and you brush away the tear that dared appear and fall down your cheek, “I’m sorry, I know-”
“I’m not your husband, Y/N. I’m not going to leave you unprepared. That’s what that contract is for, remember?”
You don’t want to think about the contract and what it really represents. You don’t want to point out that Will had also had a will drawn up, but due to the nature of his death, and the chaos of everyone else's, it had never really helped you, and by the time it could - after he had died a second time - it was too late. Everything had gone wrong and all of your work and his preparations hadn’t meant anything at all. You realise you’ve not responded to Bucky’s question,
“Yeah, sure thing, Sugar Daddy.”
“Oh, come on,” Bucky laughs down the phone, “alright fine, you want to play that game? Good girl, sugar baby.”
You almost drop the phone, but you collect yourself quickly, “Okay, daddy, I’ll buy so many clothes and shoes and, and… lingerie! You’ll regret it!”
“Oh, you think I’ll regret that, baby? Think again.”
Your laughter peeters out, and silence reigns over the phone… You can hear Bucky’s slightly choppy breathing down the line, your heart is beating just a little too fast…
“Thanks for trying to take care of us… of me, Bucky. I really do appreciate it.”
“Yeah. My, uh… my pleasure, doll.” Bucky coughs, and the moment, that light hearted, teasing, wonderful moment is broken, “So. Bloomingdales. We can take Toby out another day, okay?”
“Sounds good.”
“Okay. Night, Y/N.”
“Good night.”
You hang up, and stare at the screen for a minute. Then you get up, pick out some silky bed clothes, and head to the bathroom. It takes fifteen minutes for you to pick out the hair and skin care items you want to use, and then another five minutes to figure out exactly how to use the shower, but you do. Bucky was right.
You did feel like a whole new person. 
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bnb-atnite · 8 months
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on my knees begging for more fat!daddy!bucky and baby girl!reader crumbs🫠🫠🫠😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫
OKAY JDNDDNNDND YEAHHH ITS OVERDUE BB
Imma bulletpoint a lil scenario w my favs
Rating: Explicit
Tags: Fat!bucky, daddy!bucky, sugar baby!reader, miscommunications, d/s dynamics, chub love, he’s a big ole boy, angst, tears, multiple orgasms, Degredation, pu$$y slapping, pnv!sex, he loves her so so so so much, body worship, bdsm play
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Best Girl Pt. 3
Your daddy was a confident man. Exuded power and knew he held it. Had the nicest car, nicest clubs, best hedge fund to manage. You were just the cherry on top. Everyone knew you were his. Big Barnes and his little girl.
You often were perched on his thigh only if he spread his legs to make room for that big belly or snuggled next to him, red bottom clad feet curled up. Daddy would puff on his cigar, thick fingers circling your little waist.
You rarely were around for his work and somewhat strange other doings, mainly to be his comfort and the ‘prettiest trophy baby.’
Daddy didn’t like for you to see his other side. He could get grumpy, sure, but nothing like a pie paired with a blowjob wouldn’t fix. Or you’d rub Daddy’s sore lower back and feet from carrying all that weight.
So if he was angry, enraged, upset, often Rollins would escort you away and back to the loft. You’d pout like a child in the seat. Jack would sigh, “You know the rules, Boss doesn’t like you to see him like that.”
Now you wondered. Daddy was so confident all the time. He rarely had a challenge to you. Outside of playtime, Daddy never was jealous. To see his blue eyes narrow in anger made your pussy ache. To have him choking and fucking you relentlessly in anger.
“Mine, mine, mine, you got that dumb girl?,” you conjured up him growling as that fat belly rested on your lower back.
Daddy loved you, he wouldn’t mind a bit of fun would he?
The next time you were out at Buck’s favorite club, you sat next to him as he discussed business with other men of the town. Your eyes scanned past to look at the roaring club scene below the glass encasing the meeting.
“Daddy,” you whispered. Bucky kept talking, gesturing at Stark. Rubbing a hand dangerously close to his cock you mewled again, “Daddy!”
Blue eyes darted down to you, him questioning, “Whassit’ baby, you know to be quiet during meetings.” You plastered yourself to him, tits practically falling out, Daddy lecherously squeezing your ass in front of the elite men. He hummed, raising a brow as you whispered, “I need to pee, lemme up, I’ll be right back.”
He chuckled and rolled pretty eyes, grunting and scooting his mass to let you out, panting by the time he was on his feet. After sucking in a deep breath he rasped, “Made daddy waste all his energy, go on then you little minx.” Watching his wide frame shake made you even more excited.
You didn’t head to the bathroom of course. You went to the bar and ordered two shots to loosen your lithe body up, numb out those thoughts that Daddy would dump you. Just a bit of play.
So off you went down to the dance floor, laughing and giggling. Spinning and spinning, getting drinks, making girlfriends in the bathroom, being a bad baby girl.
You were smoking with another sugar baby you’d met, chatting about your daddies when a big hand clamped down on your shoulder. Startled, you dropped the cigarette and turned to face Rollins.
He looked like he’d seen a ghost. All he said was, “Lets go, back to the loft, c’mon now.” Under his grip you stumbled through the throngs of people, fear and arousal lacing your blood.
The ride in the limo made any chance of your excitement turn to fear. Jack remained quiet next to you, frantically texting. You warbled, “Is daddy okay? I was just having some fun.”
“Do you want me to say it nice or the truth?”
Tears welled in your eyes. Oh daddy was really mad. You were stupid. Stupid bad girl. In a miserable whine you replied, “Just tell me.”
“He’s fucking pissed. You can sort it out with him.”
You were shaking by the time you toed off your shoes and entered the glassy loft, all white and exuding money. James sat far off in his favorite chair, smoking his cigar, face devoid of emotion. One could cut the tension with a knife.
“Come here,” he ordered, foot tapping. You shuffled over, face down to hide the mess of your makeup, and assumed position kneeling between his thighs. His pudgy hand gripped your chin, tilting your gaze to meet fiery blue. His cheeks were red with anger.
You blubbered, folding, clinging to a thick leg and apologizing nonsensically. He gripped your face a but harder and jerked to get you to focus. James snapped, “Quit the waterworks, I know you’re sorry. But you’ve been a bad girl.”
Your lips trembled, clinging to him like a lifeline. He sighed, exhaling and putting out the cigar, features softening. He grumbled, “What got into your silly head huh? If you wanted to go party I won’t deny that. But you made me the fool,” his other hand white knuckled the chair, “Big Barnes’ girl likes to run around on him. Y’know they kept asking me where ya’ went?“
You held his gaze, stifling sobs intermittently. Eventually a thick thumb swiped at the tender skin under your eye. He murmured, “Do you want to see other people? S’that it?” You shook your head violently, blurting, “No! No, nonono! I was a stupid girl, bad girl, y-you should see someone else I met this girl!”
Big arms hauled you up, half on soft belly and half on the arm rest. He pet your mussed hair and said gently, “I asked you whether you wanted to see other men. My girl might be a bad one but she’s the only one I want.” You burrowed your head into his soft neck, snuffling, “No, I just wanted to- this is dumb- make you jealous.”
The booming laughter shocked you, James’ body shaking. You looked up in shock, meeting a downright predatory smile. Oh. Maybe he still was your Daddy. He rumbled, “You made me jealous alright, foolish baby, I punched ole’ Odinson in the face for insinuating she wanted a skinnier man.”
He manhandled you further, hands rough and groping, face to face with his sharp grin. Smack!
You squealed in shock, clinging to him. Daddy continued, “Babygirl wants daddy to be mean? Get jealous? Rough ya’ up a bit? S’that why you making my competitors question me, because they all wanna’ bit of what’s undoubtedly smack fucking smack mine.
You cried out in ecstasy, “Yes! Please daddy! Punish me please!,” you whimpered into his ear for extra effect, “Been so bad, so bad s’making my pussy wet.”
“Bed. Now.”
He basically slung you like a ragdoll over a big shoulder, mumbling something under his breath. Depositing you none-to-gently onto the bed he sat down with a huff, sliding a hand down fat gut. The bed dipped always on his side.
You were gently batted away and ordered to get between his legs. Kneeling down, Daddy yanked your red dress down, exposing your tits with an appreciative noise. You whimpered at the air tightening the sensitive peaks.
He grabbed your locks and fisted them, chin doubling as he order, “You’re gonna undress me, but no hands. Red if you’re stuck baby girl. My shoes first.”
Whining, you knelt down to unlace his loafers, teeth untying them first, not too hard of a task, then loosening everything. Your pussy was soaking your thong and beginning to leak, thrumming with arousal. Daddy took the shoes off to your gratitude but stopped again.
You stole some kisses nuzzling up his pants leg, pulling down the socks and depositing from both sides. But now came the hard part, Daddy’s belly and girth made it real hard to get to his belt and button.
“Daddy? Can you lean back a bit, please?” A dark chuckle was your answer and he did so, exposing that gold buckle and the outline of his turgid cock. You savored the taste of the expensive leather as the belt came through the loops. Forcing the leather through the tight buckle was a feat.
You had to pause a couple of times in frustration, eventually getting the leather through and pulling it tight to get the notch free. Daddy groaned amd praised, “Smart little girl, look how good you are. Maybe I’ll make you cum until you pass out.”
The belt off you eyed the button, pulled tight. So tight you weren’t sure if you could get it off. Daddy mentioned going to the tailor soon because his hips had gotten too wide. Your top teeth clinked against the button, bottom trying to force it up. You whimpered in annoyance, trying and trying until anger caused a sudden jerk. Belly fat hit your forehead from the release.
“Well, I needed new pants anyways,” Daddy chuckled.
Luckily Daddy’s fat gut pushed the zipper down. Your mouth was agape, thinking of that heavy girth sitting on your tongue, thighs squeezing together for relief. You weren’t sure how to tackle his shirt.
“Red,” you said softly, eyes wide.
In a flurry of movement you were back on the bed, ass up. Bucky leaned his girth against you, breathing, big cock and belly against your skin. He breathed, “Ah-haaah- I was getting impatient anyways. Good girl. Being open and honest.”
Your red dress was yanked down, only a skimpy g-string covering you. But your pussy was so swollen it didn’t matter. Bucky groaned, “Fuck, baby girl, fuuuck.” You mewled, “Wannnnn’ you daddy.”
“No no, punishment first. You were a bad girl. Bad girls don’t get daddy’s fat cock. Even when their pussy is pretty. Good girls don’t play around and lie to their daddy. Spread your legs.”
You yelped as the underwear was ripped between meaty hands. Daddy growled, “Gimme a pillow for my knees. Hmmm, and get on your back. Spread em. Oughta take a picture.”
Click. Nothing new there.
“10”, he affirmed. Then your pussy was smacked with a big hand, sending you squirming and squealing his name. Two more in swift occurrence had you heaving and gripping the bed, body alight with pleasure. You were gonna cum, fast.
“Daddy, daddy, oh god, daddy, gonna cum, one more.”
“This is supposed to be a punishment, dirty girl,” he admonished..yet smacked your obscenely swollen clit two times— rocketing you into completion. Body arched, neurons firing off, slick gushing from your long suffering cunt. You wailed as the climax ran through your body, Daddy’s hands curling around your waving ankles.
“S’fuckin pretty, ya got five left baby girl,” he smiled, eyes blown with arousal. Still in a fit of pleasure you begged for more, harder, anything, you were his to ruin. Bucky hissed, “Damn fuckin’ right.”
You came again, your Daddy lapping up more essence, making you cry in need.
Daddy slid his cock in easily, gut pressing on your belly, trapping his cock inside of you effectively. He bit, licked, sucked all over, tearing you apart piece by piece. All you could do was praise your prefect Daddy and take it.
The next meeting you wore a high necked dress but it was see-through lace above your cleavage. The bruises, bites, and hickeys were well seen. Odinson eyed you and hummed, “Back on your leash hm?” Before Bucky could bark, chubby cheeks reddening, you sweetly hummed, “I just have my collar, can’t you see? Don’t need a silly leash.”
“That’s my girl.”
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sugardaddy!bucky would always take care of you, buy you anything you want, take you to all the fancy, elegant events; he is proud of you and he loves when people are telling him how lucky he is to have you (because he is the lucky one); your relationship is full of passion, but bucky knows how to be sweet and affectionate; it can be both "how is my sunshine today? are you feeling good, baby?" and "i need you now, be a good little whore and wait for me in the bedroom"; and let's talk about him wearing rings, cause fuck!!
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CONGRATULATIONS LOU!! You deserve every like and follow. Congrats on 1,000!! 🥳 expect two requests from :)
Here’s my first request loves.
Plus-size read x Loki And Bucky/ Sugar Daddy AU 😉
Prompt 38 & 6 and trope 10 please:)
Once again congratulations Lou! 💋✨
Money Can't Buy Everything
Sugar Daddy!Loki x single mom!reader x Sugar Daddy!Bucky
Loki x plus size reader x Bucky
With one missed call, the whole world shifts
Warnings: references to teen pregnancy, age-gap (21 and mid to late 30s), sugar daddy/baby relationship, implied past BDSM, parental abandonment, little bit of angst, idiots in love
A/N: @lokiandbuckysdoll I love you so much!!!!!!!
WC: 2.4k
Minors DNI
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6: “I want to have her babies.” 38: “I’m scared I can’t give you everything you want, everything you deserve.” 10: Single parent 6: Sugar daddy!au
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She hadn’t texted today. And considering that in her rules, she was required to contact them at least once a day, it was certainly strange. 
Bucky stepped into his partner’s office, still staring down at her contact name on his phone. “Everybody out.” He barked, sending the occupants scrambling to leave, none of them keen on incurring Bucky’s well known wrath. Loki sighed, dropping the butterfly knife he was playing with onto his marble desk.
“Is there a reason you decided to interrupt my meeting, Barnes?” His green eyes narrowed at the bulky man who dropped into the black leather chair in front of him. He thrust his phone at Loki as he huffed and crossed his arms over his muscular chest. “Angel hasn’t called today.” 
Loki hummed, taking the device and scrolling through their recent texts. “She has been quite busy with work lately.” Bucky’s dark eyebrows shot up. “We pay for literally everything for her. She shouldn’t be working, especially if it interferes with our agreement.” He hummed but didn’t say anything in response, just glancing at the scantily clad photo of her Bucky had been sent last night.
“It could be that you kept her up late.” He insinuated, handing the phone back. A faint pink blush spread across Bucky’s cheeks but he quickly covered it up with a cough. “We’ve both pulled all-nighters with her and she was still contacting us the day after. Besides, it was one little photo, nothing else.”
He crossed his legs, leaning back in the chair, looking at the photo of her. She was wearing the red lingerie they had bought for her last week, the lace beautifully criss-crossing her thick curves, leaving her tits exposed, the crotchless panties showing her dripping folds. Bucky licked his lips before locking his phone so he wouldn’t get too distracted from the task at hand.
The agreement had been made a year ago when the two heads of Sword Inc., the most successful stock brokers on the East Coast, quickly becoming the most powerful in the country. The two men bumped into the young art major at a gallery opening and were enamoured by her innocent beauty and intelligence. It just made sense.
They wanted someone to spoil beyond belief and she needed the money, and a little bit of attention from two of the most attractive and incredibly sought after bachelors. They gave her everything she could ever dream of, and all they asked in return was honesty, consistent communication, no catching feelings, and an open mind.
A very open mind at that, considering they were two men approaching their forties with sexual frustration coming out the wazzu. But she always followed their instructions, gave them what they wanted.
But now, she had dropped off the radar, her location turned off, no updates to her instagram story. Nothing. And Bucky was starting to get worried. 
“Have you considered it might be her time of the month?” Bucky rolled his blue eyes. “Yeah right, she always texts when she’s riding the red wave. Besides, she’s been busy a lot recently, she could be trying to pull away.” Loki sighed, rubbing his temples, his long black hair falling from the elaborate braids he liked to tie it in. The day was stressful already without his partner disrupting his carefully planned schedule.
Bucky loosened his navy tie, unbuttoning the top button of his shirt. “Well you can do what you want, but I’m going to check on her.” “You just want to get laid, Barnes.” He dismissed, turning back to the mountain of paperwork his secretary had dropped off this morning. 
“Well that too but come on, she’s never broken a rule before, she could be seriously hurt.” Loki opened his mouth to respond but Bucky beat him to the punch. “If she isn’t hurt and is just being a brat, you know what we can do.” Images of their angel tied up with a vibrator strapped to her clit as they tortured her with pleasure flashed behind the man’s eyes, his black slacks getting tighter at the thought. 
“Fine but I’m holding you responsible if any of these deals I’m missing today fall through.” Bucky smirked victoriously.
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The kettle was screaming but the woman paid it no mind as she rushed through her small apartment, picking up the mess as she went, trying hard to get as much done as possible while she had the chance. Wearing just a hugely oversized shirt which she stole from Bucky and some biker shorts, she was hardly the picture of sensuality. But she didn’t care how she looked right now, there were bigger things at hand.
She pulled the kettle from the stove, wincing as the steam bellowing from the spout burnt her hand. “Fuck.” She was already so close to tears, having stayed up the entire night, not getting a wink of sleep, as well as receiving a failing grade on a project she had spent months on, and the stress of an upcoming gala Loki and Bucky wanted her to go to next weekend had frayed her nerves.
Fat tears dripped down her cheeks as she collapsed on the couch that also doubled as her bed. Maybe she should break it off with them. Admittedly, they were the most fun she had ever had. They were attentive and sweet and could fuck her like there was no tomorrow. But the stress of being in a ‘relationship’ with them was becoming too much, especially when she had so much already on her plate.
Just as her breathing started picking up, panic truly settled over her chest like an elephant slowly putting pressure on her lungs, there was a firm knock at the door. Quickly standing, she straightened out her stained shirt, trying to at least appear somewhat put together. Another knock urged her on quicker.
“Coming!” She called out, stepping over the pile of laundry she had yet to deal with, her bare feet thumping on the hardwood floor. The woman unchained the lock and swiftly swung the door open, only to be greeted by the two men who she really didn’t want to see in this state. They looked down on her, concern immediately colouring their features.
“B-bucky, Loki! What are you two doing here?” She unconsciously stepped between them and the apartment, blocking their view. “You didn’t call today angel.” Loki stepped forward, forcing her to move one step back. “We were worried.” Bucky continued, stepping around her to enter the small space.
He observed the cheap apartment with disdain, obviously disgusted by the state of it considering how much money they gave her every month. Loki, instead, took their angel in his arms, cupping her plump cheek, thumb rubbing the dark circles under her eyes. “Are you alright angel? You don’t look well.” Attempting to look away, she swallowed the lump in her throat, tears threatening to escape once more.
“Y-yeah.” She cleared her thrust. “Sorry I didn’t call, I’ve just been really busy.” Turning out of his grip, she walked towards Bucky trying to prevent him from going further in. He eyed the couch, where a pile of blankets and a pillow lay, as well as an old cup of tea on the floor beside it. 
They looked so out of place here. In suits more expensive than the apartment and everything in it, they stood out. They didn’t belong here. Her heart clenched in her chest as Bucky looked at her, clearly not convinced by her words. “Right. So you know that you’ve broken one of our rules. And that means…” He trailed off, letting the young woman fill in the blank.
She lowered her head in submission, avoiding both pairs of blue eyes. “I get punished. But!” Loki tssked, gripped her jaw in his long fingers, shutting her up. “No buts love, you know exactly what you signed up for when we made the rules. And since you are clearly alive and otherwise free, considering your state of dress. You should have called us.” She whimpered and tried to pull away but suddenly, Bucky was at her back, holding her in place.
His nose traced up her throat, sending a shiver down her spine. “Now, whatever shall we do with our little rule breaker? Oh I know-“
“Mama!” A little voice called out from the bedroom, a fit of coughs quickly following. She broke out of their embrace and scrambled into the back room, throwing open the door and disappearing behind it. The two powerful men glanced at each other, holding a silent conversation with their eyes before quickly following.
Their angel pulled a little bundle of blankets from the small bed, bringing it to her chest as she gently swayed, shushing as more whimpers rose from it. “You’re ok, bear. It’s alright. Mummy’s here.” She cooed, pulling back the blue blanket from their head. The toddler’s usual babysitter, the old woman across the hall, had gone home to visit her own children so she was on her own.
“You have a kid?” It was Bucky that spoke first, Loki was too entranced by the sight before him. She held the toddler close, eyes sad as they coughed once more, their little lungs straining. She ignored them, instead focusing all her attention on the child who looked so much like her, even down to the smallest of details. 
The room was littered with expensive toys and high brand baby items. It was obvious now, where all their money went. Bucky kneeled and picked up a little stuffed rabbit that he had won for her on Coney Island during one of their dates. It was well loved, one of the eyes missing and an ear hanging on by a thread. He smiled fondly at it, standing back up.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell either of you.” She muttered quietly, still urging the child back to sleep. “I couldn’t afford for her to get hurt. I wanted to but then I- I started catching feelings and I’m scared I can’t give you everything you want, everything you deserve.” Her voice was shaky and close to breaking. Bucky approached her, gently placing the rabbit in the little girl’s grasp as she reached from the blanket, getting a contented squeak in reply.
Loki’s arm wrapped around her thick waist, resting his chin on her shoulder, staring down at the beautiful child in her arms. “You don’t need to apologise angel. We understand. Your first priority was your baby. I just wish we could have helped you out more.” He planted a kiss on the juncture between her neck and shoulder. 
The baby fussed once more before little snores escaped her lips and her mother moved to tuck her back into the bed, laying a small kiss to her overheated forehead. “Come one, she needs her rest.”
She led them back to the living room. “Would you like a cup of tea?” Bucky cupped her wide hip. “Go sit down, doll, I can take care of that.” Loki took her arm, bringing her onto his lap as he sat on the couch. He hugged her close with a firm grip so she couldn’t escape. “Now, why don’t we start with her name, that seems a good place to begin.”
His angel wiggled in his lap, trying to get comfy as Bucky poured three cups of tea. “Orsa.” A beautiful smile overcame Loki’s features. “A wonderful name. And how old is she?” The girl relaxed, happy to finally talk about her daughter to the men she loved. “She’s turning three in a month.”
Bucky sat on the small coffee table, the wood creaking under his weight, and handing over two of the mugs, taking a sip from his own. “And the father?” She waved him off. “You don’t need to worry about him. High school boyfriend that split as soon as he found out.” He nodded. 
“And what’s this nonsense about what we deserve?” He growled, making her shrink in on herself and bashfully hide behind her cup. “I don’t think you’d want to deal with a single mom who lied about practically everything in order to become a sugar baby to get money to feed her kid and pay for college.”
Loki sighed, letting his head fall onto her back, trying and failing to disguise his laughs. “And what did you lie about my sweet?” Bucky placed his metal hand on her knee, encouraging her. “I have a kid?” “And…” He prompted.
“And…” She echoed, pausing, thinking. “So you aren’t a 21 year old art student from a small town in the Midwest who wants to be a teacher?” Loki teased, voice light and full of humour. “I-“ “We don’t care that you’re a mom, we love you all the same. Maybe a bit more now cause that kid is so darn cute.”
She beamed. “You love me?” Leaning forward, the blue eyed man cupped her cheek gently, pecking her slightly chapped lips. “More than anything.” He whispered against them, pulling away so Loki could do the same. The woman settled against her beau once more sipping from her cup. Bucky made a surprisingly good cup of tea.
“So, I’m guessing that’s why you have been busy.” She nodded. “Orsa’s been sick the past couple days and I’ve been struggling with her and college.” “Ok, so let us help you, I’m sure we are capable enough to take care of both of you. And then, once Orsa is better, you’re moving in with us so we can keep a better eye on you.” Bucky winked.
She tried to object but Loki cut her off. “No arguing angel. Now, how about you sleep for a while and when you wake up, everything will be taken care of.” Slumping against the lean man, she allowed her eyes to flutter shut, not having the energy to tell these men no. She’ll put up more of a fight later.
Once she was fully asleep, Loki lounged on the couch, stretching his long legs so that the young woman could rest on his chest, soothed by the sound of his heart. He gazed lovingly down at her, giving a kiss to the crown of her head, laying a hand on her back to keep her in place.
“So, I guess the no catching feelings rule is done for.” Bucky chuckled, picking up her discarded cup to put it down beside him. “I don’t think that rule would’ve ever stayed.” “You’re not wrong there.” He glanced at her once more. “I want to have her babies.” 
Loki rolled his eyes. “Jesus Christ. One step at a time.” “Yeah, you’re right, we have to get married first.” Loki sighed. “I should’ve stayed at work.”
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trashmenofmarvel · 8 months
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Created two new Bucky wips and I haven’t done that in years. Feels good.
First one is a werewolf!Bucky one shot. Tony convinces reader to babysit Bucky during his change (called full moon sitting, because werewolves get lonely and sad rather than vicious on full moons). Instead, Bucky ends up dicking her down in full werewolf mode. Feels guilty about it when he wakes up, but she’s 100% into it. Happy ending.
Second is a longer fic with sugar daddy!Bucky. When Bucky realizes that reader has never been a sugar baby before and she panics at the sex aspect, he changes the terms. Instead of gifts/money for sex, he just wants her company at events (and then later at his home because he’s incredibly lonely despite his playboy reputation).
Cue accidentally falling-in-love-sugar-baby style. Possible sugar daddy rivals in the form of Prince Loki and Baron Zemo. Eventual happy ending (after much angst and pining).
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treatbuckywkisses · 2 years
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soft + sugar daddy! bucky —requested by @buckspumpkin
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nicestgirlonline · 6 months
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Something Sweet
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Pairing: Sugar Daddy! Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader
Warnings: 18+ smut ahead!!! Thigh riding, public stuff, dirty talk, sugar relationships, power dynamics, dom/sub undertones
Word Count: 4.9K
Summary : A chance run in with a handsome stranger turns out to be the opportunity of a lifetime
a/n: for @the-slumberparty September Bingo Challenge! No bingo for me this round, I got it in JUST UNDER THE WIRE! Takes me waaaaayyy to long to write lol. Thanks for reading, I’d love your feedback! Reblogs and comments are love <3
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You placed the candy bar on the counter in front of the very bored cashier. You dug through your purse and pulled out your debit card and handed it over. A queue had started to form behind you as you tapped your hand in anticipation. 
“Declined.” The cashier said, holding out the card for you. Your stomach dropped. You were afraid this was going to happen. You were so sure that you had enough in your account for at least a candy bar. You had paid the overdraft fees from last month, so you should have been set. Your stomach gurgled a bit. You were so hungry. 
“Um, can you try it again?” You asked, hoping it was some sort of mistake, that the bank was just a little slow to catch up with your account. She let out a sigh and placed it in the machine again.  
You could feel the stares behind you. You looked back at the line; directly behind you was a tall man dressed in a suit, checking his watch. He looked like he must be very important. He had dark brown hair that was neatly styled and just a touch of a five o’clock shadow. It was incredibly handsome. His icy blue eyes flicked from his Rolex to you, making you quickly turn back to the cashier. 
“Declined. Again.” The cashier handed it back this time with a look insisting you take the card from her. Humiliated, your cheeks began to turn red. 
“Sorry.” You mumbled as you shoved your card back into your purse so you could clear the shop as quickly as possible. In your haste, you accidentally ran into Mr. BusinessMan. You collided with his body like a brick wall. “Sorry! I’m so sorry! Fuck I’m a mess.” You cried out as you ran past him this time. 
You ran directly out onto the street, the cool air filling your lungs. You dropped down onto the curb to spend a minute catching your breath. You could feel your heart still racing, your body going into fight or flight mode. 
Money, money, money. It all always came back to money. If you didn't have the money for a god damn candy, how were you going to make rent in less than two weeks? Tears threatened to escape your eyes and you squeezed them shut. 
Here you were, no food in your stomach and soon to be no roof over your head. You looked at your phone, a flip phone from 2013 that miraculously still worked. The last text you had gotten was from your mom “Fridge broken. Send more this month.” 
God fucking damn it. 
“Hey! I think you forgot this.” A deep voice called out behind you. You turned to see the business man from the shop! Confused, you grabbed your purse and checked to make sure you hadn’t left your keys or something. The man held the bar you had left at the counter. He held it out to you. You didn’t go to grab it, you just stared.
“Oh. Um, you didn’t have to…” You began but he squatted down next to you and placed the candy on your lap. 
“We all have bad days. Doesn’t cost me nothing to be nice. You look like you deserve something sweet.” He had a very kind smile on his face. It did cost him something though, it cost him more than what was currently in your bank account. “You ok?”
“I’m…I’m ok. I’m going to be ok. Thank you, really.” You could feel the tears spilling over and you started to wipe your face so he wouldn’t see.
“You must really like candy to be crying over it.” He lightly joked, which only made you want to cry more. You let out a little laugh that sounded more like a strangled gasp. It was so overwhelming, the simple act of charity.
“It’s just…really really nice of you.” You gasped, the tears finally flowing freely. “I don’t remember the last time anyone has ever given me something…I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”
“Hey, hey, hey, you’ve got nothing to apologize for.” He reached out and placed a hand on your shoulder to comfort you. “I’m James.”
You gave him your name, finally ceasing your tears. You took a deep breath, you couldn’t just fall apart in front of this kind stranger, he was probably running late to some sort of business meeting anyway.
“You have a way to get home?” he asked, he pulled out his phone and began to tap on it. You nodded your head. 
“Yes, yes I do. I have money left on a bus card, really thank you so much James.” He smiled at you when you said his name. He placed his phone back into his suit jacket. He took your hand and helped you up.  With your spiral into darkness slightly stalled, you took in your savior. He was so classically handsome. When you looked into his blue, blue eyes you felt like you were drowning in them. He tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear, your heart raced. 
“Get home safe, alright doll?” You nodded, clutching the candy bar to your chest. You took off down the street after giving a soft goodbye. The kindness of strangers had given you more hope than you had in a long time. 
You idly wondered about James as you ate on the bus. Your money problems were still lingering in the back of your mind but your thoughts were clear. 
You tore open the candy bar, taking a bite of the delicious treat. The chocolate melting on your tongue, the sugary sweetness coated your mouth. You got a rush from the sugar and let out a sigh. 
Maybe things were going to be ok, it was a sign that the universe was on your side. 
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You put on your waitress face and did your best to keep up the highest energy tonight. You were all bubbles and giggles throughout the shift. You would smile and laugh at every lame joke a customer would tell you.
Half way through your shift the place was packed. You should be grateful it was busy, you were getting good tips but hadn’t had a moment to breathe since you walked out onto the floor. You carefully balanced a tray of shots and an order of bacon-wrapped dates to drop off before you made it to the party that just sat down in your section. The hostess had put them back in the booth that was partially tucked away with velvet curtains. Big spenders for sure. You smoothed down your dress and tossed your hair over your shoulders as you made your way over. 
“Hiii how are we doing tonight Gentle--” You began your usually bubbly opener, voice high pitched and energetic but as you took in who was sitting in front of you, you stumbled. 
James. Your candy savior. The bodega hero. Him and three other men were waiting to be served. He was wearing a new suit, this one with no tie and a few buttons undone from his shirt. Damn he could really rock a suit, he filled this one out perfectly too. FUCK.  
“Ahem, excuse me gentlemen. So what can I start you off with?” You quickly recovered, grabbing your pad and pen and focusing your eyes on the paper. You prayed that with your heavy makeup and fluffed up hair that maybe he wouldn’t recognize you, or maybe just wouldn’t even remember. 
“Hey there sweetheart, hope my good looks didn’t startle you.” His charming grin grew as you bashfully waved your hand at him.
“Oh I'm used to handsome, it's just a little busy in here tonight. Are we just starting out the night? Maybe with some shots?” You offered with a grin of your own. He seemed pretty pleased with your flattery. James was silent as the other two ordered a round of shots, his gaze was fixed on you. You went to turn to put the order in but as you went James’s hand shot out and he grabbed your wrist. 
You froze and stayed.
“Hold on a minute Doll, you didn’t take my order yet.” His voice was low and easy. You lightly moved your hand out of his grasp to put pen to paper. You nodded to him hoping to get his order. “I want a whiskey. Neat. And bring the whole bottle out.”
“Whoa, we’re getting bottles tonight?”
“Sounds like you guys are going to have some fun!” You said quickly writing down the order with a flourish. This time you managed to escape to put the orders in. As you waited by the bar for the orders you felt your heart racing. It wasn’t just the adrenaline of the fast paced night. Seeing James again had put you completely off kilter. It was humiliating, the last time he saw you, you were crying in the street. He must find you so pathetic. If he even recognized you?
James and his party stayed practically til closing, ordering more and more. The bill they were racking up was so notable that Jeremy himself came out to thank them for their patronage. The other girls were all playfully jealous, it wasn’t you who could normally hook in the big spenders like that. 
“Sadly, it seems we’ve got to end it here. Little guy can’t hold his liquor.” James said motioning to the one you learned was named Sam.
“M’fine.” He slurred. The blonde man who was called Steve laughed and threw an arm around him as he swayed. The two made their way to the exit leaving you alone at the table with James. He smiled at you expectantly. You just wanted the night to be done with. 
“Whenever you’re ready!” you placed down the bill on the table. 
“Hold on Doll, I’m ready now.”  He pulled out a shiny black card from his wallet, and quickly scribbled down on the receipt. You took the card with a smile, ready to go charge it. You glanced down on the tip and your eyes nearly fell out of your head. 
He had given you a 100% tip.
“Problem?” He asked, innocently cocking his head to the side. You glanced at the bill again, rereading it as slowly as you could to try to make sure you weren’t mistaken.
“I think you might have mixed up the tip and the total-” 
“No mistake. I’m tipping for the fantastic service.” 
“I really don’t know how comfortable I am with that James. Is this because of this morning?” Your voice was pathetically small. 
“Oh so you do remember me?” He asked flatly. You looked up at him. His sudden tone made your stomach clench. 
“I mean…of course I do but that’s not very professional of me. I’m sorry-” You immediately tried to amend the situation. This was somehow your fault, you could tell. 
“You apologize a lot. You don’t have to be sorry for getting something you want.” James’s tone was no longer angry. 
“I don’t need pity.”
“It's not pity, Doll. You gave me a service and now I’m paying you what I think is fair. I know you probably aren’t used to people giving you what you’re worth. You probably don’t even know what your worth is, do you?” When his icy blue eyes met yours it was like you were really being seen for the first time. You loved it as much as you hated it. 
“I’m not…I’m not worth anything much. Here’s your card sir, have a good night.” 
You ran off, your face hot with humiliation. 
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You had hoped that would be the end of it. Even with the insane tip from James you were still on the outs with your money. Now that rent could be made there was the electricity, gas, and water. Then the money you would send back to your family, oh and food for yourself. You couldn’t forget that. You kept all ten shifts that you had managed to beg Jeremy for. The big night with James made him much more amenable to your requests. 
It was only for a split second but you saw him at the hostess table. With two different men at his side, there stood James for the second night in a row. You whipped your head around and scurried to the back. 
“Wanda, he’s here again. Again!” You squealed to your co-worker who was just preparing to start her shift. 
“Who, Mr. Moneybags? Well aren’t you lucky.” She said, giving you a playful glare. 
“I don’t want to deal with him again. Please take my table?” you pleaded. 
“Don’t need to ask me twice, I’ll be getting that nice tip tonight.”  She tossed her coppery hair over her shoulder and smoothed down her dress one final time before strutting out onto the floor. 
He wasn’t here for you, you told yourself. You were just being paranoid. Wanda was going to have all of them eating out of her hands by the end of the night, you told yourself as you started out towards your first table. You pushed it from your mind. 
But you couldn’t help but glance over to his table, and the glance was more than enough to see that James was not happy. Wanda and her incredible curves didn’t seem to distract him at all. You could see her laughing and chatting but James was a dark cloud.  
Fine, who cares, he was going to give Wanda a ludicrous tip because he was a generous tipper. He wasn’t pitying you, he wasn’t trying to give you charity, that's just who he is. You scamper towards the kitchen to put in your orders and hopefully hide out a while. 
Wanda came back towards the kitchen, placing her orders and grabbing the food that was ready. Her beautiful smile fading into a line when she made eye contact with you. 
“They were really really insistent that it has to be you tonight. Even just to go over and say hi. ” She said, her tone was dry. Nervous butterflies erupted in your stomach. You bit your lip. What could this possibly mean? 
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You were normally pretty steady in your heels, but the floor was suddenly uneven as you approached James’s table.
“Well hi there, gentlemen. I-I can take your drink orders tonight. Give Wanda a hand.” You babbled, trying not to flub over any words. 
James smirks at you victoriously. He doesn’t need to say anything, his eyes say it all. He had gotten his way.  
The party once again racked up a ridiculous tab.  Nothing was stopping him. The rest of the table had cleared out quickly, leaving just you and James. 
He opened his wallet and laid out the tip, bill by bill. He pushed the fat stack to you, not breaking eye contact once. 
It was multiple hundred dollar bills, but you were too stunned to count. The anxiety that had been building since you first caught a glimpse of James again finally came bursting out of you in a tidal wave. You tossed the cash back on to the table. 
“Please stop. I can’t…I can’t keep doing this, I don’t know what you expect from me.”  You gasped, allowing your facade to crack as you stared up at him with tears wetting your eyes. 
You weren’t scared. But you were confused. This sort of attention must have meant he wanted something from you and…you were fairly certain of what that was. 
“This is how this business works, you did something for me, and I paid for your services.”
“I -- I--” Your breath was caught in your throat as he leaned closer to you to tuck a lock of hair behind your ear. 
“Poor thing, you’ve never been treated well in your whole life, have you? I know why you’re so nervous. You’re not stupid, you're really smart. I don’t expect anything from you tonight.”
He took a breath and it was like he was stealing the air right from your lungs. “But. I would like to make an offer, if you’d be interested. I just want one hour of your time.” 
“I’m not a whore.” 
He caught your chin in his hand and made you look back at him, his eyes dark and humorless.
“What an ugly word. Nobody’s calling you that doll. Have dinner with me.” His thumb traced over the apple of your cheek.  
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One hour of your time. You kept thinking about it over and over again. It was just one hour. This ostentatiously wealthy man was paying you to have dinner with him. It’s not a crime. But it felt so dangerous. Sneaky and dirty. Part of it was terrifying but it was also…exciting. 
This restaurant was leaps and bounds above your place of work. It was all very classy. You tugged on your skirt just a bit, hoping you weren’t going to stick out. You were brought through the restaurant, up some stairs to a private party room. It was a huge table, with only two places set,  a glow with dozens of candle’s soft light. The walls were all windows, looking over the restaurant the other a breathtaking view of the city. 
James was waiting for you when you arrived. He looked you up and down appreciatively, his eyes lingering. He stood up like a gentleman when you got to the table. He pulled the chair out for you. 
“Oh um, thank you.” You said as he pushed you into your spot once you were seated. 
“No thanks necessary, Doll.” He placed the napkin from the plate on your lap before returning to the seat across from you. The waiter who brought you up took your drink orders before leaving you alone. 
The door clicked closed and suddenly there was a tense silence between you two. What was next? Were you supposed to say something? Or should you wait for him? 
“I trust the ride over was pleasant?”
“Yeah, um, no issues at all. I’ve never been here before, any recommendations?” Why were you so awkward? Should you be seductive? Should you be professional? Was this a business transaction or a date? Every time your eyes met his he looked hungry. For you. It made you flush. 
“You can get anything your heart desires. Pick out whatever has the most zeros next to the name.” He grinned. “The seabass is pretty good too.”
You wrinkled your nose a bit. “It's not too…fishy is it?” 
“Well it is fish.”
“But is it fishy fish?” James laughed at that. 
“It's a fishy fish. The steak is good too, but it's a steaky steak. So you know.” He joked. It made you laugh a bit too. It was like a spell was cast over you, the tension was released and your nerves vanished. The conversation flowed between the two of you easily.  
Your food came, he didn’t bring up anything. He had asked for an hour of your time, because he was going to propose something to you. You had friends who had “boyfriends” who weren’t really their boyfriends. Men who would pay for the fun that night, but they got paid back in other ways. 
You never had thought of yourself as that girl. But here you were. The anticipation made you nervous but you couldn’t deny the excitement.
He ordered dessert for the two of you, champagne and strawberries with cream and chocolate. 
You glanced at your phone, there was about ten minutes left of “your time” that he had purchased. 
“I hope I’m not so boring that you’re counting down the minutes.” James commented as you put your phone back in your purse. You shake your head.
“No I just…we have some things to discuss right? And an hour is what you asked for…”
“I am willing to pay overtime, if you’re still enjoying yourself. But if we’re down to the minute here, we should talk.” He folded his hands on the table. 
“I like you, I think that we can make something together. You seem like you need some help and call me old fashioned but I just can't resist a damsel in distress. I’m a busy man, with a lot of work and a full schedule, not really much time for dating. Not a fan of the apps either. What I am looking for is an arrangement. I want a companion and can keep you very well compensated for it.”
“So you’ve had…arrangements like this before.” You asked slowly. It didn’t make much sense to you. He was so unbelievably handsome. How could he have trouble finding anyone to be with?. He filled out his clothes so well, his strong square jaw made you want to swoon. How could it be you that he wanted? 
“Yes. Does that bother you?” 
“I-I’ve never done anything like this before.” You admitted. You cleared your throat. “What sort of things are you looking for from your…companion.” Your eyes were suddenly very focused on the bowl of strawberries in front of you. You hadn’t had a boyfriend before, but you’d been with men. Your idea of a sugar daddy was always a creepy old man, desperate for a young thing to fuck. But he didn’t seem desperate at all. The way he pinned you with his gaze was making you feel desperate for him. 
James reached out and placed his hand over yours.
“I am looking for everything. I want someone who’ll keep me company at home, someone I can buy gifts for, someone I can take out on dates.” He squeezed your hand, rubbing his thumb in circles over your wrist. ���I’d like someone who’s going to stay the night too.”
Your stomach flipped. You knew what he meant. 
“Ah, like, sleepovers?” You giggled nervously. “I was never allowed to have those, as a kid. I always had to watch over my siblings.” 
“I didn’t have any either. Romanian immigrant parents. They didn’t really…get it?” James smiled, it was different from the grin that had been on his lips all night. It almost seemed shy.  “So maybe we should make up for lost time, hm?”
“But what would it be like? Being your…companion?” You were testing the waters. He was being a bit too vague for your liking. The word sugar baby had never been said but that’s what this was going to be wasn’t it? He wasn’t asking you to be his girlfriend. But he wanted you. And you wanted him. 
Should you get a contract? Or was that only something that happened in trashy romance novels?
He picked the bottle of champagne, his veins bulged in his strong grip. He easily flicked the cork off, popped the champagne with a loud bang that made you jolt. He smirked at your reaction. He poured himself a glass effortlessly then stood, walking to your side of the table. He was completely relaxed, in total control the whole time. 
He towered above you as he poured the bubbling liquor into the champagne flute in front of you. You could smell the rich musk of his cologne. He picked it up to offer it to you.
“If you agree to be mine, I would take you out to nice places like this, buy you whatever you like and then we would keep having fun all night.” His eyes sparkled. Your heart began to flutter, his eyes making you feel like you were the only person on earth. And you could get anything you wanted. 
You took the flute from him. You took a sip of the dry sparkling wine. It tasted expensive. 
“Do you want me to quit my job?” You said plainly. 
“Being CEO means I don't exactly have a 9-5 schedule and neither does a cocktail waitress. I don’t want to have to deal with scheduling around each other. Part of this is about you being available to me. You can take a leave of absence?” He was still standing, but had leaned against the table facing you. The CEO drop gave you a slight pause. You knew he was rich but…you were nervous to ask just how rich. Did it matter? You wondered to yourself. He was so handsome, you didn’t need specifics. You needed him.
“I don’t think that's an option for me.” You said trying not to roll your eyes. 
“Trying not to seem too pushy Doll, but…I want you to quit your job. I’ll be your job from now on. I can cover any of the expenses you’d need a job for. Being mine means spending late nights at my apartment, weekend trips to Europe, I don’t want you to worry about anything but me. If you agree, of course.”
He held out his hand to you. “Or is my time up?” 
You grabbed his hand. Your fingers interlocked. You nodded your head. James smiled and pulled you out of your seat. You quickly stood, eyes looking up into the icy blue pools that captivated you. His lips lightly pressed against yours. It was so soft and romantic, you surrendered to him easily. Your lips moved against him, assuring him, assuring yourself, you could do this. 
“You know why I got the strawberries right?” He asked as he pulled away motioning to the nearly forgotten dessert. 
“Yes…I’ve seen Pretty Woman. They bring out the sweetness of the champagne” You replied smartly. He laughed again. You made him laugh a lot, and every time you did your heart would race.
“I got them because I’m pretty sure you have a sweet tooth. And I thought it could be fun.” He scooped a dollop of cream onto a berry and brought it up to your lips. You obediently opened your mouth, taking a bite of the fruit. The bright, sharpness of the berry was contrasted by the fluffy sweetness of the cream. It was so decadent you needed a minute before you could take another bite. 
He pressed his hands against the small of your back and guided you slowly towards him.
He eased down onto the chair, planting his feet on the floor. 
He gripped your hips and pulled you to straddle his thigh. He guided you down and you followed his lead. You slowly lowered onto him.Your crotch rubbed against his thigh, you grabbed onto his shoulders to try and steady yourself. His fingers went to your dress and hiked it up to your waist.
You let out a gasp, your eyes quickly darting to the door. He grabbed your chin and pulled your focus back to him. 
“You don’t have to worry about anything tonight. You just have to be mine.”  He murmured, his breath fanning over your face. Your face was burning with embarrassment, you’d never been so intimate in public before.
He began to tap his heel making you bounce up and down. His hands went to your ass. The delicious friction made you bite down hard on your lip as your arousal started to mount. 
“James ahh--” You tried to ask but pleasure started to rocket up your core. Your eyes rolled back as he continued to rock you on his thighs. He shushed you, burying his face in your neck. His hands finally left your hips and grasped your breasts.  You moaned at the sensation. You wrapped your arms around his neck, arching your back bringing his face to your cleavage. 
Your hips moved of their own volition now, faster as the sweet ache between your legs grew. 
They glided over and over his thick thighs, building in speed as you chased after your high. Bouncing up and down, no longer concerned with anyone who might see. 
“What do you want?” he gasped. Suddenly stopping you mid thrust, his grip on your ass held you still. 
“Huh?” you whined, wiggling your hips a bit, but he held you firm. 
“Tell me sweetheart, how do I close this deal, what do you want?” James whispered in your ear, letting his breath tickle you. 
“I--” You took a moment. Your panties were soaked through, you could feel your slickness on his pants. You felt so wanton, but this was what you wanted. “I want my rent paid.”
“Done.” 
“And I want a new phone.” He just nodded as his lips connected with your neck. You moaned as he lightly bit down on your neck alternating between pain and sweet kisses. You suddenly felt powerful, more powerful than you ever had in your life. “I also have student loans and money for savings a-and my sister’s starting high school this year and she’s going to need a laptop, so--” 
His lips had finally worked your neck enough and collided with your lips. He kissed you so fiercely, so overwhelmingly hot that you completely lost your train of thought and surrendered to it. 
“Deal.” he panted as he pulled away from your lips, his forehead resting against yours. You started to ride his thigh again, desperate for a release as the coils inside you wind together tighter and tighter.
“Fuck Doll that’s right, use me, ride my thigh, you’re mine now. Show you how good it is to be mine.” James grunted as you chased your high.
Waves of pleasure came crashing over you. You writhed on his thigh, your panties sticking to the sides of your walls as you collapsed forward. Pressing your head to his shoulder, you could feel him chuckling.
You liked being his. You felt small in his lap as he smoothed down your dress. He wiped some of the sweat off your brows. 
You take another sip of the champagne. It wasn’t sweet, but you could get used to it.
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buckysugar · 11 months
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𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐑’𝐒 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐘 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐏 🧁
this is my main masterlist, everything i ever write will always be here !!
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♡︎ the spider kid's best friend | b. barnes
peter befriends a lonely little girl who becomes the light of the avengers' life; especially the one with the metal arm — this is their story.
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fandomfluffandfuck · 1 year
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Okay, I admit defeat, I cannot keep myself from writing a little something based on this post from @howdoyousleep3
You gotta read the original post, but, essentially... trust fund baby Buck hiring a Daddy because he wants to be taken care of 🥺
For visuals:
This Bucky
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gifs by @/fucklinski
With this Steve
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Something about this AU just gives me sweater-wearing Daddy, okay?
Aaaand this got out of hand (as every "short" drabble I try to write does) so:
Warning for hurt/comfort, slight homophobia, drugs/alcohol use (drugs are all in the background though), explicit sexual content, semi-public play, daddy kink, fisting 👀, dirty talk, feminization, breath play, etc., etc.
Anyway, this is like fucking 5k words oops...
Hey, Alexa? Play “Life Of The Party” by The Weeknd then "National Anthem" by Lana Del Ray
Trust fund baby Buck spends all of his time at clubs, parties, events, and any sort of socializing event that is required for someone of his status--of his family's status.
All in all, though, he genuinely loves people. He loves the over-the-top parties, he enjoys the decadence of expensive drinks--most of them alcoholic ever since the second he turned 18 (because it's the European thing to do)--and he flourishes in these spaces. The attention. The social butterfly-ness of it all
…Usually.
Usually he loves it all.
Yet, as he’s grown into his own adult person a little more he’s begun to realize one thing; it’s not as lovely and shiny as it used to feel.
Bucky knows, in part, it’s because he’s simply not a child any longer.
But he also knows it’s because he’s gay. And because he’s lonely. Yes, he’s lonely in part because he’s gay and old money leans more… well, it isn’t called the Grand Old Party for no reason, so, yeah, he’s a little lonely because even within the group of trust fund babies his age, they’re lagging behind pop culture. They’re not, like, spitting on him or swearing at him out of homophobia. And good ol’ pops isn’t disowning him or denying him of their fortune, but… no one has ever asked him if he’s seen any cute boys. No one asked him--when he came out--if he’d even kissed a boy yet. No one asked him about his crushes. No one suggests, oh, look at that dashing (equally rich and) young man, you should go talk to him--you could marry him! Bucky gets nothing of the sort. His sexuality is ignored. The best he got upon coming out was a tight-lipped smile and a nod.
More and more Bucky yearns for community.
Also, Bucky’s lonely because he can’t exactly see a future here. How’s he supposed to find a partner like he wants if everyone is lowkey(?) homophobic?
Also ×2, he’s lonely despite the excess of this lifestyle because… he’s probably always been lonely. Not to blame his parents for all of his problems, but, when your parents are too rich, too busy, and too good to raise their own child--always handing them off to the help with a poorly disguised face of disgust for a child that is simply crying and drooly and snotty because, well, it’s a child--that does something to said child.
No matter how lovely the help is, no matter how bonded he felt to the help, they cannot replace parents you can’t reach. And parents you can’t ever reach, you can't impress, and you can't please since they’ve had everything they could wish for from the time they were young is also problematic for a growing human. At least Bucky was always good at socializing. That (sometimes) seems to please his parents. And it's been very beneficial to Bucky over the years.
Ever since Bucky was able to talk, he’s bounced around any event he was taken to, conversing with everyone and, without even meaning to, ending up with a string of girls behind him. His mother says it’s his smile and his eyes--what girls won’t do for a boy with blue eyes and dimples! His father says it’s his conversation and thanks himself for it, patting Bucky on the shoulder as he roughly and proudly guffaws, “just like his father! Can talk his way out of anything! Could sell a breathing man air!”
Any interest in the people he strung along, without meaning to, faded fast. Every time.
So, he’s lonely.
He's craving companionship.
And since Bucky came out when he was 17, he has been looking for a partner. He’s gotten lucky here and there with hook-ups (most fueled by too much champagne, some drugs he'd rather not admit to having taken, or charged by the fact they were sneaking away to do it somewhere they DEFINITELY weren't supposed to), one-off dates (all his dates comprised of people he met at galas or whatever and always the same social class, never lower), and even a couple handful of months-long relationships (done mostly for show even if Bucky did like them… he really wanted to show everyone he was capable of settling down!).
But by this point, this many tries deep, none of them have been The One and, hell, none of them have even been that good.
Bucky's just tired of prancing around searching blindly for what he wants when he damn well knows what he wants--what he wishes for, eyes shut, sliding down the inside of the door to his brownstone, sighing, day-dreaming and what he craves when he curls up in his massive bed, alone, surrounded by an ocean of sheets with too many pillow islands, eyes shut, beginning to breathe heavily, waking up certain parts of himself… hands wandering down his own body… night-dreaming 👀
He knows what he wants. It's so hard to find though.
And he’s about to throw in the towel (yes, he’s aware he’s still in his early- to mid-20s, and yes, he’s that dramatic) when…
He goes to a bar after another event.
He just needs to be around “normal” people, feeling especially tired that night of lofty, wealthy people. (He’s also a little sick of himself since he knows he isn’t always that much better when it comes down to it)
And at this bar, he sees Steve--he sees this man at the other end of the bar. The man is larger than life, sitting on a bar stool at the counter, the other end of the bar from where Bucky sits, with broad shoulders swathed in a thick, dark sweater and big hands wrapped around a glass. As he lifts the glass to drink, he chats with the bartender.
This stranger is older with handsome crow's feet at the corners of his eyes and grays beginning to come into his beard as well as spreading back through his hair from his temples.
The man laughs at something the bartender says after swallowing, big and loud and full of obvious enjoyment. It sounds good.
Bucky almost wants to shoo the bartender back over to the mystery man when she comes to refill his sugary cocktail later. He would much rather she make him laugh again.
But, instead…
Bucky buys him a drink, tipping her exorbitantly yet again to make sure it’s the best he can get. Bucky would buy the handsome stranger what he’s having already but doesn’t recognize what’s in his glass, nor that particular type of glass, and he’s feeling more creative than just asking her so he just bluntly asks--
“What’s the most expensive drink you have?” The bartender looks at him funny but tells him regardless. “I’ll get that then," he doesn't even wait for her to say how much it costs, "just not for me--” Bucky tips his head in the mystery man’s direction “--give it to him.”
She does as he asks, sliding the glass across the table to the other man and saying something he doesn’t catch but she looks over to him after. The bartender and Bucky make eye contact again.
Bucky looks away, from her and the man. He's unable to watch the older man refuse it. Bucky doesn't even know if he's gay. He doesn't know why he did it… he just…
Bucky hopes it’s good alcohol. Not to be a picky brat but… his cocktail isn’t very good even with the alcohol hidden behind juice and lots of sugar, so he can’t imagine most of their drinks must be good. It’s just a little neighborhood, almost a dive bar anyway. The more expensive, the smoother the liquor. He knows as such. High-quality champagne goes down like candy.
He hopes this guy appreciates the smoother taste. (If the guy doesn't come over and punch him for being gay.)
Bucky swallows another mouthful of his unsatisfactory cocktail. He barely has it down when the guy approaches him. He has scooped up the new drink in one of those big hands. He must've finished or abandoned his other. And--
He’s smiling as he approaches, apparently as easy-going as he looks in that thick sweater and worn baseball cap.
Handsome and easy-to-please sits down next to him. Playfully mentioning that it looks like things should be the other way around, he should be buying something for Bucky--if Bucky is even old enough to drink? How’d he get in here anyway? It's not the glitzy, flashing-light nightclub he'd expect for a young person.
Bucky internally sighs, if only this was the most debauched place he’s been… but, externally, Bucky tells him, of course, I'm old enough. I've just always had a baby face.
Well, then, even if you're old enough, I'm still right! He grins. Steve--he gives Bucky his name finally--should be buying him a drink instead! Not that it’s hurt Steve’s pride or anything, he just is pretty sure Bucky’s got more important things to spend his money on than buying strangers drinks, like, student loans, partying with kids his age, or actually starting a savings account.
Bucky laughs, harder than he means to, at the examples. He feels lost tonight. The laughter means he ends up having to explain himself, who he is--rather who his father is and who his grandfather was. He doesn’t need another savings account, he already has too many. He bites his tongue before saying he has too much money, which is true but… he's never said that out loud before.
What is going on with him tonight?! He's not even drunk or high!
Steve, however, is obviously taken aback, blue eyes widening. But he tries to hide it. It’s sweet. He continues to treat him like a regular person after he admits it.
It feels real.
Bucky feels like it's not a big deal. Steve even shrugged! If only it was real… not just one night. One moment.
Except…
They talk for a long time.
Bucky buys Steve more drinks. Bucky assumes Steve’s going to take him home or at least back to the bathroom. He wants it. Steve looks like he'd be good at holding and grabbing and fucking. Bucky wants all of that. Steve doesn’t ask though.
And when Bucky asks--would you like to get out of here? Steve cocks his head and says, “we’re drinking.” his eyes also say, I'm so much older than you, are you sure? Am I sure?, but he doesn't voice it.
“Yeah? So?”
“I’d rather not be a drunk hookup.”
“I wouldn’t have to be drunk to hookup with you.”
“You’re sweet,” he says as if Bucky has given him a genuine compliment rather than telling him he’s fuckable, “but still, you’re tipsy. I’m tipsy, so…” He shrugs like that explanation is enough.
Bewildered Bucky asks, “really?”
“As much as I want to take you up on the offer, yeah. We're not really in any state to decide to do that. I don’t think I am at least.”
Huh.
Bucky’s never encountered someone so… responsible? Bucky doesn’t actually know if he's being responsible, but it feels that way. But… okay, sure, not how he thought his night would go, although that's been his entire night, so he might as well keep the punches rolling.
They talk more.
They talk about everything.
And, suddenly, the bar is getting ready to close! Bucky doesn't know where the time has gone. All he knows is that he unthinkingly pays Steve’s tab plus his own. Steve blushes a little in the low bar lighting. And he ends up cracking a few more unserious jokes about role reversal. Their ages. Their income. Their savings. Their lives. The way this should be the other way around if anything.
His jokes give Bucky some ideas…
Ideas that come out of his mouth rather than staying inside his mind because Bucky is only now actually tipsy (he may be young but good, expensive alcohol since he turned 18 will give anyone a high tolerance… especially someone who indulges as often as Bucky does).
Steve might be drunk or humoring him massively because he agrees (with some convincing (less convincing than Bucky expected though)) that they could try that. If Bucky is serious. But not while they're drunk. Again, not while they're drunk.
They exchange phone numbers instead.
Bucky calls his driver to pick him up--he could pay the ticket for driving himself home, no problem, but he's not that much of an ass (or that dumb). He also offers Steve a ride but, apparently, this bar isn’t too far from the place he calls home. And he wants to walk home. Sober up some. Breathe some fresh air so he doesn’t have quite the hangover when he wakes up. Right, hangovers. Another difference in age. Bucky doesn't really get those yet despite how much he drinks.
Anyway, Steve promises to text Bucky later. When he gets home and then even later, about that idea.
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Bucky recalls the encounter in the morning, waking up with the stale taste of cheap alcohol in his mouth and a single text in his phone. But, he doesn’t know if Steve remembers, beyond that misspelled, drunk text. So he waits.
And waits.
And waits…
Steve does not text him.
Steve does not text him for the entire day after their encounter. And you can call Bucky a spoiled brat who has never had to wait for a goddamn thing in his life, but that wouldn't stop Bucky from being a little upset and impatient. He felt something with Steve! Or he thought he did and--
He wants to believe, desperately, that Steve felt it to.
So, Bucky texts Steve first. He waits a day and a half before caving.
Steve responds: Honestly, I didn’t text you because I couldn’t convince myself that I didn’t dream up last night. Plus, if I didn’t dream it, I hadn’t yet convinced myself that you were serious. Sorry to leave you wondering.
He might just be charming Bucky, calling him a dream, to get at the money that he offered him--Bucky’s had plenty of people do that, use him, trying to get at his wealth, but… he doesn’t care. Let Steve use him for the money if that’s all this is going to be. Steve was just so warm. And Bucky wants more of it. He was freezing. He is freezing, maybe even more so now that he's felt just how good that warmth is.
So…
Over the coming weeks, they text back and forth, explaining themselves, getting to know each other, then arranging a time and place to meet to discuss an actual arrangement.
Companionship for money.
Bucky was serious. He's more serious now. He doesn't want Steve to fade away, he likes him too much, but what else can Bucky offer him than money? Steve seems happy. He's old enough he has his own life with a job and purpose. Not like Bucky.
So, Steve will provide the companionship and Bucky will provide the money.
It takes a while to meet up again, after the bar, because everywhere Bucky suggests they get together, private places, are all places Steve can’t get into (country clubs, lavish nightclubs) or hasn’t ever been to (expensive hotels, secretive businesses off the commonly walked path, whatever). Steve asks, eventually, if he might just come over to Bucky’s house after Bucky shoots down Steve's idea of a cafe because, no, too public. Too high of a risk of paparazzi. Bucky is embarrassed he didn’t think of the simple things. Starbucks. Someone's apartment. A park. God. A country club? That was the best he could come up with?!
Either way, they meet and discuss.
An agreement is made.
Weekly allowances for Steve in the form of money that goes straight to one of his bank accounts (a flat rate with additional “bonuses” depending on how much time Steve spends with Bucky), all his to do whatever he pleases with, and money that goes into an account Steve controls but that is meant for Bucky--money meant for Steve to use to buy things for Bucky. It’s not Steve’s money, not really, but they pretend it is.
Extra money will be added for private events, public events (if Bucky decides he wants that), or other "large" things.
They also discuss what companionship will be exactly. Texting. Phone calls. Breakfast/lunch/dinner dates. Cuddling. Binge-watching shows. Maybe outings to spas or events or parties--if Steve will come with him. And…
Steve, this time, is the one to bring up sex. “Is that going to be a part of this?”
“Can it be?” Bucky asks, blushing and helplessly flicking his eyes down to Steve's body. Those shoulders. That chest. His thighs and what's between them, packed into his slim-fit jeans enticingly.
“Let me think about it,” Steve says steadily, unembarrassed. Once he texted Bucky, in a very non-judgemental way, but I'm not a sex worker, as if he were puzzled that he ended up here. Or puzzled that Bucky wasn't just going for a sex worker. But… he seems to be figuring his own emotions out. Bucky lets him. They move on. Discussing other things.
Eventually, Steve goes home.
A week passes.
Steve agrees that sex can be part of it via a phone call. Bucky tries to not react too strongly and wires him money to go and get an STI test even though he knows Steve can afford it himself. Bucky gets one too for himself.
But, when the results are in, both of them infection-free, sex doesn’t happen immediately. It’s more PG-companionship at first.
~~~
Steve comes over after he finishes work to eat dinner with Bucky, prepared by the help. They chat. They drink with dinner. Bucky soaks in every moment of it. Steve doesn't compliment his non-cooking but he does compliment Bucky's outfit. (He does tell the help they've done wonderfully when they come to collect the plates though.) Bucky wants to roll around in his voice, rumbly and perfect. He resists the urge to immediately have Steve over again the next evening.
He limits himself to bi-weekly at most for the first month. But… he can't keep it that sparse for too long. Steve's company is incredible.
So, dinner happens again and again.
They get comfortable around each other.
They move beyond dinner soon enough. And Steve goes shopping with Bucky, dutifully complimenting every item he puts on and how good he looks in it. Bucky watches Steve pick up things he likes--Bucky can see it on his face--and put them down immediately after seeing the price tag with a horrified noise in the back of his throat. Bucky blurts out, "just fucking get it," the sixth or seventh time it happens. Steve laughs, raising an eyebrow at him, and makes another joke. Something about having unknowingly acquired a sugar daddy. Being allowed to buy exorbitantly priced things. Luxury things.
Then, it's Bucky's turn to make a horrified sound in the back of his throat. This is just companionship and some sex and--
He wasn't ready to admit to that!
Steve senses something is wrong and apologizes without even knowing what he supposedly did. Bucky brushes it off quickly though. At least, Bucky tries to brush it off but he can't.
He can't shake it.
Hearing "Daddy" in Steve's voice… Fuck. Bucky wants to hear him call himself Daddy again. Bucky wants to call him Daddy.
Goddammit.
Despite his self imposed rules to Not Cross That Boundary With Steve…
Bucky ends up enticing Steve to fuck him for the first time in the high-end brand's dressing room. It'll be fine. He can control himself. He can get fucked without moaning for Daddy, right? He's done it before!
Yet…
With his legs tight around Steve's solid waist, his hands squeezing Steve's biceps tightly, and his teeth biting down on one of those huge shoulders as Steve's thick cock makes room for itself inside him, carving him open, hot and fast and good, he can’t muffle himself fully. One tiny gasp of, "d-daddy!" slips out of him.
And it's over.
Steve hears it and his next thrust is punishing. It's harsh. It fucks his cock right up against Bucky's sweet spot.
Bucky's mouth falls open with an obscene moan.
"Again," Steve whispers, pinching his side at the same time, adding a flicker of pain to their fucking.
Bucky doesn't hear it. He's too busy being fucked.
Steve won't stand for that though. He presses Bucky harder against the dressing room wall. Bucky smacks the back of his head happily on the wall. And, "say it again," Steve whispers again, voice harsher this time. Gritted out between his teeth.
Bucky moans louder.
And so Steve cups a hand over his mouth, squeezing his face with one of those huge, powerful hands, heavily whispering, "you better be quiet, baby. 'Cause you don't wanna get caught with your Daddy fucking your pretty brains out, do you? Don't wanna get banned from this store when you like their stupidly expensive clothes so--so fuckin' much, do you?"
Bucky's eyes roll. back. into. his. head. as he whines, muffled, against Steve's palm.
"Do you?"
Bucky shakes his head as much as he can with his jaw being squeezed like this.
"Didn't think so, no, sweet boy wants his Daddy all to himself. Doesn't he?"
The rush of Daddy calling himself Daddy and calling Bucky sweet boy has him spilling between their bodies.
Fuck.
Bucky ruins their clothes but he doesn't even blink. They'll just wear some of their clothes out of the store. Steve is floored. Jaw dropped. Bucky's gonna buy all of that? A whole new outfit? Did he even look at the tags? Did he even look at how much it costs? Bucky shakes his head. Nope. It doesn't matter. It can't be that expensive.
"Jesus Christ, boy," Steve murmurs, shaking his head and chuckling.
Bucky, playful and high on such a fantastic fucking and orgasm, leans in reeeal close to Daddy. He stretches up onto his tippy-toes. And he bites that beard jaw, purring, "welcome to the high life, Daddy."
Steve groans, his soft cock twitching in his new, expensive slacks.
~~~
And suddenly it's like hearing Bucky say that once, then hooking up and using it, makes everything click in Steve's head.
It's like he suddenly can read Bucky's thoughts. Because somehow he knows exactly what he craves now.
And Steve fucking steps. up. his. game.
He goes from just your average paid-romantic-partner to dream fucking Daddy.
Steve feeds Bucky dinner, balancing the younger man in his lap, telling him he’s good and pretty and everything Bucky knew he craved to hear but also what he didn't know he wanted--he needed to hear. It's a damn religious experience.
Steve gets a key to his brownstone and lets himself in before Bucky returns home to start a bath for him. A bath complete with fancy products that he buys with Bucky in mind and the peachy smell the younger man likes. Once Bucky arrives home, Steve brings him into the bathroom to strip him, jerk him off until he's crumbling into Daddy's chest, weak at the knees, and lower him into the bath he's made. Daddy washes him limb by limb, massaging him as he goes. Then… Daddy lifts him out of the bath and dumps him on his bed to fuck him. Bucky cannot do shit after his bath. God. His head is lolled back, his muscles are all melted, and his noises only come out as puffed, breathy, and overwhelmed things. Daddy teases him affectionately for being a spoiled princess. But, shit, with the way Daddy puts his back into fucking him… it doesn't seem like he minds.
Steve lets Bucky pull him around social events. Wide-eyed and trying not to be the entire time. He often leans into Bucky throughout the night, covertly asking him what the fuck is that? What should I order? Why is it all in french, what the hell? How the fuck do I eat that? What fork again? Which glass? Disguising all of his questions are sweet nothings that make Bucky blush, doted on by his older partner.
~~~
Bucky knows he’s whining the second he starts talking into the receiver of his cell phone after the beep indicating that he needs to leave his message or hang up, “Daddyyy, I hope whatever you’re doing is important enough to excuse you not picking up,” he can't help but huff. He’s had the, like, worst day ever. Already. It's barely 1:00 pm and he has an event to attend tonight. “I just Venmo-ed you your extra allowance-" that's what they've taken to calling the money that Steve gets to spend on Bucky, "-for this week and with the day I’ve had..." he sighs, pinching his brow and forcing himself over the embarrassment of actually asking for what he needs, once in his goddamn life. His cheeks are pink. At least he knows Steve likes it. Him asking for shit. “I want something really nice, please, Daddy? Something that'll help me blow off steam." Bucky blushes more intensely, finishing off with, "I'll see you Friday, Daddy--don't forget my driver is coming by to pick you up--but it'd be good if you could maybe call me before then. Bye-bye”
Steve calls back after work. He must've sped home to call so soon. Bucky smirks, thinking about maybe having to pay for a speeding ticket. Which shouldn't turn him on but… he's been known to have a thing for bad boys here and there 😏
Daddy has good timing with his call, he's just getting changed for tonight's event.
Steve's rumbling voice greets him the second he picks up the call labeled 💖🔥Daddy🔥💖 “tough week, huh, sweet boy? That's okay, Daddy's here to make it better."
Bucky sighs. Already, he feels better. Already, he can feel his brain begin to fade away into a pink, cotton candy haze he seems to always soak in when around Steve.
Yet, Steve's voice gets more mischievous now, "Daddy bought you some pretty things like you deserve but Daddy also bought himself something… you wanna know what he got?"
Bucky nods, frazzled enough to forget Steve can't see him. When he remembers suddenly though, he forces his voice to work, "y-yeah, wanna know."
"There's Daddy's sweet boyy," he coos. He swallows, then, "Daddy bought himself a Rolex."
Oh, oof.
There's another thing that shouldn't turn Bucky on but does… high-end brand names coming out of Steve's plush lips. Something about hearing it makes Bucky's dick hard. He doesn't know what and he doesn't really care to know so long as Steve keeps doing it.
"But you know the secret about what Daddy bought himself today?"
"No," Bucky breathes.
"Well," Steve pauses dramatically, "this watch isn’t just for Daddy. It's for you too, baby boy, 'cause as cute as you are… I know you're a dirty boy too."
Bucky dramatically flops back onto his bed before he can collapse where he had been pacing in his bedroom, in front of the huge mirrored walk-in-closet doors. Knees starting to buckle as his head swims with arousal.
Steve hears him move and chuckles darkly through his next few words, "I know as innocent as you look, you like it rough."
Bucky squeaks despite himself.
"You like it rough and want Daddy to call you sweet names and tell you sweet things, but you want Daddy to fuck you like he hates your guts."
God. Bucky whines, clutching his phone harder. It's true. It's really fucking true.
"And I know better than a collar you'd like Daddy's hand on your throat."
Fuck. His eyes squeeze shut tightly.
"So, what do you think? You think my hand around your throat with this new watch on will make you look extra pretty?"
Bucky's breath stutters. Oh.
"'Cause Daddy thinks you'll look even prettier with a Rolex near your throat. All shiny and sparkly over that blush you always get. Turning red 'cause you're hard for Daddy but also red because Daddy decides when you breathe. Isn't that right, baby?"
Bucky cannot speak. This is entirely unexpected and incredibly perfect. A punch to the gut of pure arousal.
"Daddy decides everything--his pretty boy doesn't have to think when Daddy's home."
"Daddy-" Bucky gasps.
Daddy doesn't even acknowledge it. He doesn't give him room to breathe. He just goes for the kill, "but Daddy also bought something just for you, y’know?"
"No?"
"Mmm, well, let Daddy tell you then. Daddy bought his pretty boy something pretty. You wanna guess what pretty thing it is?"
"Uhh, yuh-yeah?"
Steve pauses. He waits. He prompts, "what then, sweets?" when Bucky can't kick his head into thinking.
Bucky sputters, "uh, jewelry?" He takes a shot in the dark, only thinking about the press of an obscene priced watch, cold and hard, to his throat and chest, Daddy's fingers squeezing his neck tight.
"Nah, try again."
"A toy?"
"Nope." He sounds smug.
"Clothes?"
"Mm-hm, it's some kind of clothes, yup."
"Pretty clothes?"
"Duh," he playfully admonishes.
Bucky breathes a little harder. Clothes, clothes, clothes, what kind of clothes could it be? "A suit?"
"Smaller than a suit."
This game is getting him more wound up than he cares to admit. He's all hot and squirmy on his bed. "A shirt?"
"No. Smaller still."
"Um, okay," Bucky licks his lips, "wh-what about… underwear?"
"Try another word for underwear."
Bucky whines. Oh.
Oh, no.
He--he can't. He can't say that out loud! He knows--he thinks he knows what Daddy bought him--but…
"Daddy wants to hear you say it, c’mon, kitten. Say it for me."
Those words sound like pure sin coming off of his lips, so, of course, he can't resist obeying. "P-panties?"
"Not just panties, baby boy. Daddy got some special panties for his boy."
Oh.
Bucky--
Bucky doesn't know what to do with himself. Jesus. He's so hard. From just talking. He's aching from just talking over the phone. Christ.
"Daddy bought you easy-access panties. And if you fuckin' ruin 'em from being too excited and eager for Daddy, then I'll just have to buy more... 'cause I've got plans for your little body in these little panties."
The way he says these little panties lets Bucky know he has them in his hands. He's touching them. Bucky wants Daddy to touch him. He wants--he, he…
Fuck.
The image of Daddy jerking himself off with panties meant for Bucky wrapped around his hard cock knocks Bucky off his fucking rocker. He moans like he's being fisted. He moans like he's not just lying back on his king-sized bad being dirty talked so, so thoroughly.
"Wanna hear the plan Daddy has for you?"
Bucky nods frantically, making a ridiculous uh-huh sound. He already sounds fucked out.
"Daddy is gonna put these easy-access panties on his boy and slide his fingers into that pretty little cunt. One finger at a time, using that strawberry-scented lube you like, sweet boy. 'M gonna finger you, all without your new, lacy, pink, easy access panties coming off because you're desperate for Daddy and desperate for how filthy and pretty you feel in panties, you dirty boy."
Bucky can't breathe.
He hoarsely whines.
He can't process how hot that sounds, so he has no idea how he'll be able to live through it.
"And even if you clench down on Daddy's fingers and cum we're not stopping. Daddy isn't stopping. No. Daddy's not gonna quit touching that pink, pretty cunt until it's split open on Daddy's fist--"
Bucky instantly pictures those huge hands. His thick, long fingers. Bucky's mouth waters.
Shit.
"--'Cause Daddy wants his new watch on his wrist to touch your greedy, twitching, and wet rim."
Bucky doesn't even… he can't even think. He, his--his lips just move, reckless and unbearably needy, "fuck the fucking party Daddy. You. Here. Now. Please, please, please. Need it. Need you. You hav'ta get here! Daddy!"
Steve chuckles evilly, "okay, okay, Daddy's on his way, sweetheart. Just sit tight. Oh, and, baby-?"
"Wha--"
"Don't you dare touch yourself, Daddy wants your pleasure all to himself. Hands off." He orders.
Bucky whines like a kicked puppy. That's not faaair!
Anyway I hope that was worth the read lmao 🤘🏻
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𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐕𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞 (𝐢𝐢)
𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 - 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 — 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐧𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞. 𝐕𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞 - 𝐀 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐦𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐞, 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐭.
𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟑𝟖𝟐𝟑
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭. 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐱𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐦𝐞), 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐫 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲). 𝐀𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐬. 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 :') 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘.
𝐀/𝐍: 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭, 𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫! 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡, 𝐬𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 ;)
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“So… you’re a sugar daddy.”
“I am not a sugar daddy, Sam.”
“Sure sounds like you’re a sugar daddy, Bucky.”
Sighing deeply at Sam and Sharon, Bucky looked heavenward and prayed for patience. His two friends and coworkers had been teasing him relentlessly since he had come back to his apartment with the news of his meeting with you. In all honesty, he had expected the ribbing and the questions, he hadn’t exactly left Sam and Sharon’s company once they had found where you lived expecting to offer to you and your son to live at the tower, never mind offering to pay for your tuition, but he had taken one look at how hard life was being to you, and…
“I’m a nice guy helping a dame out. That’s all!” He threw his hands in the air, and turned away from the sickeningly in love couple - who were at the stage of thinking they knew more about relationships than anyone else - and headed towards the running machines.
He had been hoping for a quiet workout to clear his head before the rest of the day which would undoubtedly be incredibly stressful, but no. Sam and Sharon were already in the gym sparring and had bombarded him with the term “sugar daddy” again.
Apparently they thought it was hilarious.
“Just so you know, Buck,” Sharon ambled over to him, ignoring his exasperated look, “I doubt a single mother who’s been through what she has would be pleased at being referred to as a ‘dame’ who needs ‘rescuing’ by a ‘nice guy’, you know?” She rolled her eyes at the blank look he gave her, “Jeez, your forties is showing hard right now.”
“My what?”
“She’s saying you’re old fashioned.” Sam called over from his stationary place in the sparring ring, “And Sharon is right! No woman wants to be a damsel in distress!”
“B-but…” Bucky dragged a hand down his face in frustration, “She is a damsel in distress!”
“And she can handle it! Have a nice day!” Sharon blinked up at him, pearly white teeth exposed in a too cheesy grin, which dropped when he just stared back at her, “Okay how are you going to engage a woman if you don’t know the Disney classics?”
“Look, can you stop talking in riddles and help me? I don’t want to mess this up. I just want to help a woman out who stood up for me, okay?”
Bucky stared between Sam and Sharon, and finally they both relaxed, their smiles morphing into something more genuine. Sharon looked over her shoulder as Sam joined them, and grasped Bucky’s hand briefly before letting go,
“I’m sorry for giving you a hard time. I think what you’re doing is great, but I hope you’re taking this seriously is all. I went through Y/N’s file. If you drop this, she’s likely to get evicted, and her son will be taken into care. You can’t be anything other than all in.”
“Especially as there’s a kid involved.” Sam added quietly, “You can’t take this as something you can walk away from if it gets too much.”
Bucky sighed, dragging his hand down his face again, his heart fluttering at the thought of your son being taken away from you. He wouldn’t let that happen, no matter what.
“I’m meeting him. Today. We’re going to the zoo in Central Park.” Bucky felt heat creep up his face as they continued to stare at him, “Y/N… she won’t let me do anything if Toby doesn’t like me. She let me pay her outstanding rent ‘as a loan’,” Bucky mimicked your all too reasonable voice fairly well, he thought, “So I have to get today right. I need to make sure they’re okay.”
Sam’s eyes were more piercing than Sharon’s, Bucky was closer with him, especially after Steve died and they both had felt so abandoned by him. They had both spent many a night talking through their respective demons, angers, fears, and losses. Sam knew better than Sharon why this would mean so much to him.
It was why Bucky dropped his gaze from Sam’s. His friend saw too much when he wanted to.
“Don’t worry about it, Buck. We’ll make sure that kid has the best day out he’s ever had in his life.” Sam grinned at him, a genuine teeth and gums kind of smile that eased some of the tension in Bucky’s shoulders, “By the end of today that kid is going to want to beg his mom for some Winter Soldier jammies.” 
Bucky grimaced at the reminder of the merch that had his face on it. Whilst he was glad that he was now - mostly - considered one of the good guys, and it made him nothing but happy to know that there were people who could see some of their own struggles in him and ways to come out of it stronger and healthier than before, it still disconcerted him sometimes.
Barely six years beforehand he had been on the FBI’s most wanted list. Now he was a hero. It was hard to wrap his head around on a good day, never mind that most days were still kind of bad. 
“Okay, so… how do I do this?” Bucky stared between them, “How do I make a kid like me enough that his mom will let me help them permanently?”
“Oh that’s easy.” Sharon grinned, looking at Sam who snorted, 
“Oh yeah. All ya gotta do, Buck, is be yourself!”
Bucky narrowed his eyes, “Be myself? What kind of garbage advice is that?!” And then he burst out laughing at the affronted looks on his friends faces, flipping the bird at Sharon, “Oh so you’re the only one that can throw pop culture quotes around like confetti? Get with the times, Sharon!”
“Asshole.”
It was said without heat, and Bucky relaxed a little more as the pair of them talked through the day with him. After an hour though, it was pretty simple, and unfortunately they were right. Bucky did have to be himself. Your face kept on swimming in front of his, eyes wounded after everything you had had to go through, and all he wanted to do was to put a smile on your face, make life easy for the only stranger to stand up for him in a long time.
What if he wasn’t enough?
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Toby was the best thing to have ever happened to you. You loved your son more than life itself and nothing was more important than his health and happiness. 
This was the mantra you had to repeat in your head with a rictus smile on your face as your mutinous nine year old crossed his arms and refused to put on his shoes for the fifth time after you asked him.
“No. I want to stay and play video games! I don’t want to meet some guy!”
“Toby, please, just-”
“No!”
I love my son, I love my son, I love my son…
“Toby, please just do me this one favour, okay?” You reason patiently with your beloved son who was rolling his eyes right in your face, “I’m asking you to go to the zoo, not move continents, honey.”
“I’m not a baby. Why couldn’t we go to Coney Island instead?”
You couldn’t tell Toby that the reason you had insisted on Central Park Zoo is because you had been given some tickets as part of a bonus from the previous year's clients before everything had fallen apart, and it was something the courts hadn’t taken from you.
You had some pride left. Bucky had insisted on paying for your rent, so you would not allow him pay for this trip out to meet Toby as well… but technically neither could you, so the tickets had been dug out, and now you had to beg your son to go out and look at some animals with a nice man who would be here any minute.
“Coney Island is too far away, Toby, and Bucky is busy.” You didn’t know that of course, and a part of you panics a little at how much you don’t really know about the man who is being so generous to you and your son, but you can’t let Toby see your worry about it.
After all… if you didn’t accept Bucky’s help, then there weren't exactly a lot of other alternatives. You would be forced to leave Manhattan and take Toby out of school to move somewhere else. And that was if Social Services didn’t take him from you first.
Toby rolls his eyes again, and you clench your fists so hard your nails dig into your palms, but you lean down to take his face between your palms, heart clenching at how tall he was getting already. In just a few years he would probably be leaning down over you…
“Please, baby? I promise we can go to Coney Island next time, but please come meet him with me? It’s… it’s important to me that you get along.”
“Is he going to be your boyfriend, mom?” The question seems to be blurted from your son's lips, and he immediately drops his eyes after he asks it, socked feet scuffing at the threadbare carpet, “I didn’t like your last one.”
You pull Toby to you, crushing him into a hug that, thankfully, he accepts easily. You hadn’t lied to Bucky about your love life after Toby’s dads death - both of them - but the last man you had dated… it hadn’t exactly ended as easily as you had assumed for someone that you had only gone on five official dates with.
Turned out that whilst you had only seen Bradley those five times, he had been seeing you a lot more than that. The restraining order had become necessary, but you hadn’t realised that Toby had been affected by it this way. Your heart breaks as your nine year old son holds onto you, and you run your hand over his back a few times, pressing a kiss to the top of his head, 
“Don’t worry, squirt, your mom is a nun from now on, okay? Bucky is just a nice man who might be able to get me a job.” It was a small lie, but one you didn’t mind telling at this point. If things went well, then you would give more truth to Toby, “So… will you let me take you to the zoo or not?”
Toby lifts his head, eyes a little red, and smiles softly, “Okay fine, I’ll go to the dumb zoo, but mom?”
“Yeah?”
“I don’t think you need to be a nun. Nuns can’t have kids, right?”
You open your mouth to respond to the unexpected question, and that’s when the door knocks, and your heart jumps into your throat, 
“Quick! Shoes! Grab the sandwiches too!”
“Awww mom, can’t we get a burger whilst we’re there?!”
“No we can’t, now, shhh!” You rush to the door, ready to tell Bucky - who you assumed heard your sons begging for a burger instead of the pastrami and rye sandwiches you had made an hour ago which cost you a grand total of five dollars - that he absolutely wasn’t allowed to treat you to lunch after the amount you owed him for the rent… but your throat closed up when you opened the door and saw him.
His hair was in a neat man bun, his beard had been shaved back to stubble, he was in a black jacket, white t-shirt, and blue jeans… and he was probably the most beautiful man you had ever seen.
The flowers and Captain America action figure he held out certainly didn’t hurt, either.
“Hey! I’m Bucky Barnes, and you must be Toby Y/L/N?” Bucky smiled brightly for Toby who suddenly looked incredibly young and shy, all nine year old indignation gone from him, and he smiled and nodded mutely, “Well, this is for you.” Bucky handed the action figure to Toby whose smile lit up,
“Wow! Thanks! It’s the limited edition!”
“Actually it’s not.” Bucky grinned at the way Toby’s face fell, “It's the brand new, not even on the market edition with a voice activated Red Wing, and you can make Sam fly through the air with an app edition.” Bucky finished smugly, “Maybe later I can show you how it works? I might’ve had a hand in the design. I’m a bit of a tech geek when I want to be.”
“Sure!”
You laughed at Toby’s enthusiasm, and then glared at Bucky, “I told you that-”
“So, you guys want to go to Five Guys after the zoo? I heard the double bacon and cheese burger is the best.”
“Yes!” Toby punched the air, and then carefully put his new toy on his bed, “I mean… yes please, sir!”
“Oh god, call me Bucky? Sir makes me sound old.”
You snorted at that, ignoring the smirk Bucky gave you, and then rolled your eyes at how politely Toby was giving you and Bucky both the puppy dog eyes treatment, 
“Okay… if Bucky wants to go to get a burger then-”
“Yay! Come on, I was looking at the subway map earlier, I know the quickest way, mom!” Toby ran out of the door - sandwiches forgotten on the side - leaving you to lock the door behind Bucky, after you had placed the beautiful flowers in water, 
“Five Guys, really?” You huff, “You heard him beg for burgers, didn’t you?”
“Hey, you told me that I couldn’t help if Toby didn’t like me. Not my fault that he has good taste in lunch joints.”
“Bucky, I can’t pay for this, and you promised to let me take you out today!”
“No…” Bucky grinned devilishly, “I said I would let you pick the time and place to meet your son, and I did. You didn’t mention anything about lunch. Besides,” Bucky shrugged and winked at Toby as he reached him, “I hate pastrami, sorry, doll.”
Their combined laughter preceded you to the subway station… and you thought maybe this might work out after all.
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Thankfully the zoo was pretty quiet, Bukcy was able to concentrate easily on the idle conversation between you and Toby as you passed by each animal exhibit. Bucky liked Toby, he seemed like a sweet kid, and thankfully he didn’t seem to mind Bucky at all, he’d asked him some questions about Sam, and the rest of the Avengers, and breathlessly asked him about Sharon, and then got shifty eyed when you asked why he was so curious all of a sudden.
It made Bucky grin, winking at the kid when you weren’t looking. It was sweet that he had a crush on Sharon, it made Bucky feel a little younger and freer than he had in a while. Like crushes could be possible again, even for someone like him. Bucky looked at you when you weren’t looking… he hoped crushes could be something in his future again.
After an hour of walking around, you went to the bathroom, leaving Bucky with Toby after checking with him it was okay. Bucky stood a little straighter when you left, realising the importance of the trust you had just put in him. Toby was your son, and you thought Toby was safe with him, he wouldn’t let you down-
“So, are you going to be my mom’s boyfriend?”
Bucky almost choked on air, shaking his head desperately, “What? No! I’m just your mom’s friend!” Bucky thrust his hands in his pockets, trying desperately to appear completely calm, “Why, did she say something?”
“No. But mom never tells me the whole truth. She thinks I’m a baby.”
“I’m sure that’s not-”
“I know that we’re in big trouble at home. I know mom misses dad, and that she cried every day all of last year when she thought I wouldn’t know.” Toby’s voice was quiet, his face so impassive that Bucky could almost believe that the kid didn’t care… except he could see Toby’s eyes swimming with withheld tears, see his fingers tremble against the ice cream cone Bucky had bought him when you were paying attention to the snow leopard exhibit.
Bucky could see that this smart kid was holding it together for you, but he was too close to breaking.
He wasn’t the type to initiate contact very much anymore, but Bucky knelt down without hesitation and gave Toby a hug. It wasn’t for long, and he let go almost immediately so Toby didn’t have to hold him back… he just wanted him to know that Bucky cared.
Because he did. Maybe it was too much for a small family he had only just met, but he wanted to make them smile again. Wanted to make them safe.
“I’m here to help you and your mom. I promise.”
Toby nodded shakily, his eyes planted firmly back on the building you had run into, “It would be okay, you know, if you wanted to be her boyfriend. Mom thinks I would be mad if she had one because of dad, but I don’t like seeing her sad. And I don’t remember dad anyway.”
“I’m sorry about your dad, kid.” Bucky felt his face flush at the thought of being your ‘boyfriend’, and decided to ignore that little comment for now. “I think both you and your mom need a friend right now. I really want to be there to help… want to team up and help me convince her?”
Toby grinned then, holding out his hand to Bucky to shake, 
“Sure! But I have one condition first, Mr Barnes.”
Suppressing his smile, Bucky crossed his arms over his chest, painting a mock serious look on his face, “Oh yeah? What’s that?”
“Can you get Sharon Carter to take a selfie with me, please?”
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You hadn’t felt this full since… well, since the last time Bucky had fed you and changed your life.
You carefully mopped your face with a napkin after wolfing your burger and fries down with reckless abandon, uncaring that you were across the table from a gorgeous man who was paying for the food and was offering you a deal that was too good to be true, and sitting next to your son who was laughing at how quickly you had eaten.
You had been starving.
“Mom, can I go to the bathroom?”
“Mmmmhmmm.” You swallow your gulp of coke, “Yeah, of course.”
Toby grinned slyly, “I like Bucky, mom, I think he’ll be a good friend to have. Better than Bradley.”
“Toby!” Your son laughed, and scuttled off to the bathroom, leaving you growling under your breath, face hot enough to fry another burger, “Unbelievable.”
“Who’s Bradley?”
“No one.” You reply grumpily, turning back to Bucky with a scowl on your face, “Just one of the dates I had last year.” You didn’t want to talk about Bradley, “So… you’re besties with my son now, hmmm?”
“Y/N…”
“It’s okay, Bucky, I’m not mad. I wanted today to work out because…”
Take the chance… what other choice do you have?
“I’m going to accept your offer, okay?” Your smile doesn’t reach your eyes when Bucky’s own lights up his whole face, “I got a letter from Social Services… My finances have been so bad, and now I can’t find work, so they’re planning on doing a visit and-”
“They won’t take Toby from you, okay?”
Bucky sounds almost terrifyingly fierce when he says that, and you brush away the tears that threaten to fall, 
“I just… I want to trust you, you know that right? But what if this falls apart? I’m putting so much faith in you, and we only met last week. You don’t know me, you don’t owe me anything, and now you’re offering to become my lifeline… for nothing.” You laugh weakly, “It’s almost like fanfiction come to life.”
“You read fanfiction?”
The heat erupts in your face again, “No!”
“Then how would you know it sounds like fanfiction?” Bucky asks reasonably, blue eyes twinkling with hidden laughter, “Look, do you want a contract for this? Something that protects you and Toby? Because I may have already had one drawn up and signed by my lawyer.” Bucky calmly hands the paper over to you, and your hands trace the words you’re too stunned to read properly, but you see the signatures for Bucky, and the witness signature for his lawyer; two big M’s scrawled together.
“When did you…?”
“I’m not an idiot, and I’m not a sugar daddy, no matter what my friends or fanfiction might say.” Bucky lets you take the paper from him, murmuring that it's a copy and he has the real one in his safe in his apartment in the Tower, “You know who I am, doll. I know what it’s like to be at an incredibly low point and not have a way out. I just want to make sure that doesn’t happen to you, or to Toby.”
Your hands shake as you carefully place the paper in your backpack, and you nod when Bucky mentions you should probably get a lawyer of your own to look it over. 
“Look, you’re paid up until the end of next month on your rent… Think this through and make sure it’s what you want, and when you’re ready, tell me what you want to do next.” Bucky meets your eyes, and you can’t look away, even if you wanted to, “But even if you decide to move away, start fresh, whatever, I’ll still be around. You won’t be alone again, okay?” 
He’s so sincere… Bucky is everything that you had ever hoped for. You shy away from the bone crushing fear of trusting him, even though your heart breaks a little at the instinctive response. You haven’t trusted a man since Will left you.
He didn’t leave you. He died. 
Yeah. Will died twice, abandoning me and Toby, twice.
But Bucky wasn’t a man you loved, and he was giving you the opportunity to protect yourself…
You ignored the mean voice that wanted to keep you from being happy. You ignored the way your heart ached at how you built up yet more walls around it. You just allowed yourself to be grateful. Just this once.
Toby came back then, preventing you from throwing yourself across the table and hugging Bucky half to death, but you nod, and you can see Bucky relax against the seat. You don’t know how the hell you got so lucky, but you weren’t going to be stupid enough to let the opportunity go. You watched your son chat happily with Bucky, more animated and young than he had been for a long time, and you realised you wanted to do this. For Toby, for you, and for Bucky.
You didn’t want Bucky to be alone again either.
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𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨! 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐯𝐚𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚 𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈'𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞.
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Heyyyy!!! 🥰 How it is going? We haven't spoken in a while.
*clears throat* *yells across the room to you*
AYO, DJ! YOU KNOW MY JAM!! (a.k.a. fatdaddy!bucky🤭) plsssss, ty with a cherry on top 😘
-xoxo 💋, your one truly, flower nonnie 🌺
I’m doing good, hope you’re doing well too❤️BIG DADDY BUCK BUCK FOR YOU MY FLORAL BABY ON THE STEREO LIVE
I was thinking…we need an origin story for our cutie pies!!! Lana Del Rey sugar daddy playlist initiated
Rating: Explicit
Tags: DDLG, belly kink, sugar daddy fat boy buck (he’s smaller here), so much eating, communication is key!, sub space, The Food Zone, stuffing, bloating, feederism, chubby!bucky in this one she puts it on him quick, thigh riding, erotic crying, overstimulation, pet names, dirty talk, caretaking, belly rubs, burps
@hightowhxre @lovelykhaleesiii @aemonds-holy-milk @sugarpoppss2
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𝕴 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝖇𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖌𝖎𝖗𝖑
Last week some chick at the club had flashed her diamond studded nipple rings. You were curious and drunk. Now you’re sitting in the dorm signing up for a sugar daddy website. Disillusioned with the idea of the true love and tired of loans amounting for your schooling led to this manic decision. You sipped your wine and observed the photos meticulously chosen to show off your ‘assets’.
If you enjoyed getting choked and calling men daddy, might as well get money for it. Currently you were doing that with guys who gifted broken hearts. Pricks. Hopefully it wouldn’t be some decrepit old man. At this point you were desperate for money and the silly little campus job wasn’t covering much. Your family couldn’t help either.
Tucking your socked feet under your ass, you closed the laptop and tuned in to the romantic drama on television, drunken eyelids feeling heavy. Soon you were off to sleep, sprawled on the bed.
Waking up to the annoying light blinking between your swaying curtains brought reluctant awareness to life. Fuck. You were hungover and signed up for a sugar daddy website. Abject embarrassment filled your stomach, tightening a dry throat. Flipping open the discarded laptop you prepared for the worst.
There were four messages in the inbox. Preferably addressed to kitten or babydoll. You slapped a hand over your swollen eyes, cursing lowly. You forgot mentioning the preference for those pet names on the required bio. The first message was a long and downright erotic detailing of your body and what he would do. Your mouth twisted in disgust at the lack of emotion coming off the message. Creepy.
The man was older and his beady eyes bothered you. Onto the next. Younger, attractive, but looking for much more extreme DDLG aspects. The third was another short message but you stopped. His profile picture wasn’t of his face. You frowned, wanting to see the face accompanied by a handsome body. He had a muscular frame, emboldened by a sturdy layer of adipose. Just the ends of dark chocolate hair touched his wide shoulders, clad in an expensive suit.
Engrossed eyes flicked over his message.
JBB1819 had written—
Kitten, or babydoll, you’re exquisite. If you’d like to go out to eat some time, on me, give me a call. I’d take good care of a pretty little thing like you.
You completely ignored the last message, fingers frantically typing and saving the mystery man’s number. Something felt okay with this one. Or the fact he was your type…big, bulky, beefy, thick. God. All the frustration and disgust had melted away as you stared at his number.
You’d call him when you had the balls.
It was thirty minutes before your shaking fingers had typed his name up.
The dialtone rang two times before a smooth voice answered, “James Barnes, may I ask who is this?” You almost melted at his pretty voice, dulcet in nature. Pinching your thigh you replied, “Hi- uhm hello James. You expressed interest on my page last night and I was giving you a call.” Rubbing a hand across your red cheeks you half-squeaked, “Kitten or babydoll, whatever you prefer.”
James’ voice deepened a bit, a teasing lilt, “I can call you whatever you want. Your own name, babydoll, kitten. You’re gorgeous, I’m surprised you called on some old fat guy like me.”
Giggling a bit, you eased up with a retort, “I think I truly saw old and fat from some of the guys. You’re just my type, honestly, uhm— I don’t know what your face looks like of course but you’re so- ah- huge.”
Why was your cunt pulsing from chatting with this guy you didn’t know?
James laughed, “Mhm, that’s good then. You like them big huh? Good, yeah, good. I like to eat, hope you can handle that sweetheart. I know you’d look so pretty on my lap. You can call me Bucky for now, hm?”
You nodded desperately, breath close to panting at how sexy this man’s aura was. In a tiny voice you internally cringed at came your reply, “Yes sir, I mean Bucky. I’d love that. Y-you mentioned dinner?”
“Sir huh?,” he laughed again breathily, “Yeah babygirl, text me your address and wear your prettiest clothes. We’ll go somewhere nice around eight?”
“Sounds fantastic, I’ll see you then Bucky!”
“Soon kitten, ba-bye,” he chuckled.
If you screamed and rolled around on your bed afterward it was a lie fabricated by Big Submissive. This man might come to have a butter face but good God he was sex incarnate. You were going to explode. Reaching a shaky arm out you texted Bucky the closest place to meet on campus. Now you needed to dig in your closet for a simple black dress— you could hide your poverty with a LBD.
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You shifted from side to side in your fancy heels— a designer gift from your rich aunt. The red bottoms didn’t feel like they should be on your feet. They already hurt. But you utterly pampered yourself and made sure to look less like a broke college student-cum-potential sugar baby.
You huffed a laugh.
There was no way in hell you didn’t look like that. Holding your clutch nervously to your tits you stared around the street corner. Definitely hoping to not get kidnapped or picked up by some dude looking for a hooker. It was definitely the wrong side of town for that to really happen but still your nerves prickled. Checking your red lips in the camera of your phone you exhaled shakily again.
A sleek black automobile slid to the curb almost silently. You stared like a doe in headlights until the passenger side opened and the man of mystery stepped out. You smiled nervously, checking out Bucky all shameless and standing like a statue. Your mouth dried a little— he was just as big and gorgeous as the photos foretold. His dark hair was neatly combed back, a surprisingly pretty face for his rugged body.
Bucky opened the back door to the car and laughed, “You gonna’ keep staring or get in? I promise I’m just being polite.” He held out a big hand and you giggled helplessly, taking it and carefully getting into the luxurious car. Bucky followed suit and grunted as he sat down, taking up space with his natural bulk.
The man spreading, his woodsy cologne, and gorgeous fucking face had you staring more. He looked fucking delicious to say the least— pretty blue suit to match his eyes, a white button down minus a tie accentuating a sizeable gut. A gut that stretched and pulled the fabric taught, lipping over his belt a hair. You shook your head and sputtered, “I’m sorry- god- I’m kinda a space cadet,” you looked down with a blush, “You’re just really really hot.”
He grinned wolfishly, stubbled cheeks cutely dimpling to reveal pretty teeth. Bucky cooed, “No worries, I get that I can be intimidating. You’re a sweetheart, too cute for your own good,” his thick thigh nudged against yours, “Mind if I see your neck? I got an early little gift.”
You flushed immediately, blanching, “W-what? A gift? No, no, dinner is fine!”
Bucky shook his head, the driver handing a sleek black box to him. He hummed, “Dinner or not, I figured you’d look like a million bucks with this. I’m a gentleman— even if I like to dote on pretty little kittens like you.” You batted away your stomach souring at the thought of other woman. He was to be yours and yours only by the end of the night.
His thick fingers pulled open the lid, exposing a dainty gold and pearl necklace, along with some matching earrings. You couldn’t help but gasp and bat a thick shoulder, protesting, “No, no, you didn’t have to! My god Bucky!” He rolled his eyes good-naturedly and ordered, “Turn your cute ass around and let me put it on. If the date is a fail you can give them back if you so desire.”
His sculpted lips breathed along your bare neck, “But I promise you won’t regret the jewels. Just trust me, hm kitten?”
You helplessly whimpered, baring your neck to Buck, pulse racing and mind getting a bit fuzzy.
For thick fingers, he easily latched the necklace on, then the earrings. The brunettes big hand slid around your slim throat, rubbing gently against the sensitive skin, lips back at your ear. Bucky purred, “So damn gorgeous, look’atcha, wanna spoil you all the time.” With another high whine you fell back into his embrace, back arching as another huge arm snuck around your waist to pet at your sensitive lower belly. Your pussy was throbbing and leaking embarrassingly.
Bucky kissed and playfully nipped at your ear, one hand secured around your throat, the other dangerously near where you needed it most. He chuckled darkly, “Responsive little kitten aren’t you? Too bad we’re here.” You whimpered sadly, clutching to the man’s arms, eyes wide and teary. He thumbed at your death grip, cooing, “Don’t worry babydoll, let’s go have dinner, then I’ll get you right Hm? A man’s gotta eat.”
You nodded carefully and let Bucky lead you out on foal-like legs, him wiping under your eyes with a kerchief. It was some sort of high-end steakhouse you could never afford, Buck’s big hand warm on the small of your back. Fuck— the size difference was going to drive you up a wall. You’d slip up and call the man daddy before long.
The doors were opened and the young maitre d’ scurried up with a cheerful chirp, “Mister Barnes, good to see you!,” he nodded at you, “Beautiful necklace, follow me please.” You eyed around the establishment, floored at the treatment so far.
Just who was this James Bucky Barnes?
You were led to a cozy back room, a comfortable round booth finely decorated. The maitre d’ confirmed, “As you requested sir, the sommelier already decanted and prepped your favorite vintage. Your server will be here soon. Let me know if you need anything sir.” A crisp bill and charming smile was slid to the worker, them darting off.
You sat down, a little clearer now and hyper-aware of having manners. Just had to dust off the old charm school techniques. Bucky slid in after you, booth creaking a bit under his heft, but he had plenty of room to spread out. He busied himself pouring the wine while you asked, “I take this is a favorite place of yours? Must be some type of important.”
Bucky chuckled and gave you a toothy smile, crinkling his pretty eyes. The brunette responded, “This is my favorite place. I own it,” he snickered again, “Kitten, you’re so sweet. You don’t know who I am do you?” Embarrassment flooded your cheeks scarlet. You suddenly felt dumb— a hick gone to school in the big city. You tried to find some sort of words.
Bucky’s brows knotted and he pulled you into his side, cooing, “No, no, it’s not a problem! Don’t get upset babygirl, hush now, it’s quite refreshing actually.” You stared up at him with wide eyes, croaking, “Really? I’m not much of a city girl. I didn’t have time to try to stalk you down online.” He tapped your chin and held the wine glass up for you to sip.
It was good, probably the best you’ll ever taste unless this arrangement kept up.
You hummed, “Wow— lot better than corner store wine. So now tell me about yourself. Then I can regale you on the life and times of little old me.” He rolled his blues while taking a sip of wine, stretching out. Your eyes flicked to his belly filling that shirt so well then back up, watching his lips twitch behind the wine glass.
Bucky began while a near ghostly server dropped off a menu and a delicate charcuterie board, “I’m the manager of one of the biggest hedge funds in New York. I just buy restaurants and other investments for a little play with work,” he slathered a cheese on a thick hunk of bread, “I’m good at what I do. I know you’d be a great investment being my sweet girl.”
Your mind boggled a bit. So this man was extremely fucking rich. Economics and Wall Street goings wasn’t your favorite topic but you knew he had to be cutthroat and pretty damn smart. For some reason he wanted you to join the party. Bucky moaned around a bite of some meat, humming afterward, “Well? Think we can make a deal? Hm, god, you need to try this prosciutto, imported last week.”
Forking the prosciutto you eyed Bucky and murmured, “There’s nothing more than I’d like than to be your sugar baby. Just need to fine tune some terms, yeah?” You bit into the meat and also moaned, it was delicious. Bucky was busying himself trying everything—bits at a time, eyes flicking over as he intoned, “Alright honey, what’s your requirements? I’m offering an apartment, allowance, cars, whatever. Just want a pretty thing to come to after a rough day, almost domestic.”
You nodded.
“Maybe a sugar baby that likes seeing her daddy well fed? Wouldn’t mind rubbing his belly and feeding him when he’s tired and full?”
Christ on a cross— you outright mewled. All of his offers were perfect. Especially getting to see that pretty belly of his. You placed a hand on his soft belly and stared into darkened blues, simpering, “I’ll be yours and take care of my daddy. Just two rules: I’m the only baby. I don’t share. When we’re playing around I don’t like physical restraints and anal. Fair enough?”
He laughed, pulling you closer and pecking your nose. The brunette beamed, “You’re an easy little baby. Sounds like we have a deal. Mmm, kitten, why don’t you pass me the menu, this is not hitting the spot.”
“Yes daddy.”
You never knew eating could be such an erotic affair. The skimpy little caprese you ordered was nothing to Bucky’s feast. A huge porterhouse with lobster mac and cheese and some twice baked potatoes. He groaned at the sight, hand coming down to his gut.
You watched in rapt attention, Bucky off handedly mentioned he gets a little carried away, a high blush on his cheeks. You remained firmly by his side, watching him take the first bite of the steak, eyes rolling up at the flavor. The feast was on.
He’d managed to pack away all but a bit of the steak and portions of the potatoes and pasta. Bucky blew out a breath and sipped his wine. Poor man’s belly was already swollen with food. He was shifting around a bit, uncomfortable with something. He rubbed the crest of his gut and burbled, “God, I was going to wait before acting like a straight pig in front of you babydoll.”
You shook your head and snuck lithe hands down between ample thighs, loosening that expensive belt and leaving it open. When you popped the straining button, Bucky’s gut surged another inch forward, him slapping a napkin over his mouth to cover a belch. His lidded eyes gazed softly at you, pink lips curled up.
You squeaked, “Do y-you feel better Buck, I mean Daddy, wait Bucky— oh god your poor belly just looked so strangled!”
He grinned lazily, big hand soothing your side. Bucky rumbled, “Daddy feels so much better, his pretty baby is smart. Y’wanna help me finish up? Can’t waste such good food. My momma would roll in her grave.” Nodding eagerly, you scooped up the macaroni and held it to his lips, Bucky softly moaning as he chewed and swallowed.
It had to be over an hour, closer to two by the time the plate was cleared. Buck was beached— fat gut so swollen and angrily creaking with digestion. He was stifling lazy belches, out of it from the gorge. Meanwhile your panties were a fucking mess and you couldn’t stop rubbing your thighs together for some sort of friction.
Bucky huffed a burp again, big hand rubbing a stretched side. Taking initiative you pushed the table far back to perch on his wide lap, your trim waist kissing overindulgent bloated flesh. You cooed, “Oh daddy, daddy, you ate so much, I’ll make you feel better. Need to get you into a bed.” You rubbed gently around his tightest parts, earning grunts and moans.
He lazily slurred, “I ain’t moving for awhile, s’not with this view either.”
So you rubbed his engorged stomach, Daddy cooing nonsense and hiding airy belches, apologizing. You were keyed up to a ten, shivery with need. Bucky shifted a wide thigh, sliding right below your mess of a pussy. It felt like a shock of lightning after being neglected for so long. You keened in need, hands digging into flesh.
Bucky’s eyes darkened again, a look coming over his once easy features. Big hands wrapped around your waist, with an authoritative tone lacing his voice he asked, “Sweet kitten, you weren’t gonna tell me your sweet pussy was achy? You’re soaking my pants leg,” his hands moved down to your hips, “Always tell daddy if he’s neglecting you Hm? I ain’t too full to make ya’ cum.”
You whimpered, fuzzy headspace coming on strong. In a blubbered flurry you replied, “I won’t daddy, I promise, I swear, oh god I can’t stop dripping, s’fucking horny right now.” Bucky’s big hand caressed your face, pulling you close up, him cursing, “Fuck kitten, lemme love on ya’, mind the stomach, just ride daddy’s big thigh yeah? I’ll eat that pretty pussy until you cry when we get out of here.”
You whined into the lip lock, Bucky dominating your loose lips easily , drool already collecting— the brunette humming in content. He was a great kisser, timing every movement perfectly to your own. His other huge hand sprawled on your back as he guided your hips to rut on his clothed thigh, already slicked up. You cried into his mouth, “Daddy! Daddy fuck!” He moved to gently press kisses on your sensitive neck, growling, “I know pretty baby, I know your pussy was needy, c’mon you can go faster than that.”
You gasped and cried riding your new daddy’s thigh, his big hand circling your throat and those pretty jewels sending you over the edge with a cut off scream, cunt wetting the ruined pants even more. Buck lazily kissed your swollen lips between breathless pants, hands petting and relaxing your overstimulated frame. You heaved a short sob, overcome with it all.
Bucky sighed, “Awe kitten, wassit’ too much? Sensitive little baby, squirted on me, jus’ crying for it. You’re a fucking angel babydoll. Relax for a bit and we’ll go back to my place. Does apartment shopping sound good for tomorrow Hm?”
In a teary, hazy, lovesick daze you whimpered, “Yessir daddy please, anything with you.”
Bucky pet her pretty body, kissing away her tears, knowing damn well she was gonna be his perfect prize, the dream girl, his kitten and his kitten only.
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date with dilf!sugardaddy!bucky - he wants everything the best for you, loves to spoil you, he is charming and charismatic; everybody adores him, women want him all for themselves, but he only wants you - his perfect girl, his little treasure; he is not only a gentleman, but also can devour you in bed and that's the best combination, when you two are together there is no way you will be able to sit the next day; during the dinner he is so sweet, telling you how beautiful you are; when you two are alone he makes you his little slut in a few seconds and you are on your knees in his apartment, this is going to be a long night...
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buckgasms · 2 years
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🎀 Indulging 🎀
This week is kicking my butt and I just wanted to indulge in a little something 😘 it gets Hella steamy at the end so y'know be warned. Also what did you expect!?
Also this is so long so clearly I need more time in therapy 😂
I wanna hear what you do to indulge, gimme the deets 🤫
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- One of Bucky's tasks for you, which he likes to get you to do is "indulge".
- This was quite a difficult challenge when you first started out as his Princess because it didn't feel right.
- Maybe you felt you were taking advantage of him?
- Plus, who has time to indulge in whatever they like?
- It took a while for him to convince you that nothing made him happier than to see you enjoy yourself.
- But once he did..... Oh baby.
- One of your favourite things was dressing up in the prettiest things you could find.
- You have a wardrobe full of dresses, every colour of the rainbow, gorgeous fabrics and styles.
- They vary from slinky evening dresses, skimpy cocktail dress and princess type ballgowns.
- Each one very much approved by Daddy, when you swirled around the room, hiking up your skirts to rush around him and of course, anything that beautifully shows off your skin.
- And your underwear... That needs a wardrobe of its own!
- Bucky has a much more hands on approach to choosing this, although sometimes you like to surprise him.
- It's not that he is against anything you put on, he just likes to see it first.
- He also likes to make sure it works properly, so he will take his time running his hands over your body, making sure the buttons, clasps and clips all come off when he demands it.
- This often leads to steamy sessions in changing rooms.
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- Another indulgence for you is baths.
- Not just any baths though.
- You have a cupboard stocked full of bubble baths, bath bombs, salts, candles and oils that you brew up like a little fairy to make the best smells.
- You might also own a little rubber duck or two 🤭
- More than once Daddy has come home to find you surrounded by bubbles, singing along to your favourite music.
- He likes to sit on the edge as you tell him about your day, leaning in to kiss you or stroke along your soft skin.
- You tease him a little by making sure the bubbles hide your body, so he has to swirl the water around to make them disappear quicker.
- If you give him your best pouty lips he'll slip in with you.
- "Daddy you told me to indulge, and I want you to get in with me."
- There is nothing better than sitting on Bucky's lap as his hands roam all over you as he kisses you till you feel drunk.
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- More than once you have skipped down to his office, climbed into his lap and proceed to grind on his thigh and kiss him like you might die if you don't.
- "What are you doing Princess?" He growls.
- "Indulging, Daddy" you whisper back.
- Far from him to refuse you.
- He leans back and watches as you run your bare pussy on his thigh, soft little moans escaping from your lips as you leave a damp patch on his expensive suit.
- He tenses his muscles in time with your motions to give you more friction, making you mewl as your pleasure builds.
- Your head drops forward to rest on his shoulder and he presses kisses to whatever skin he can reach, rubbing your back and whispering dirty things in your ear.
- "So desperate for me ain't ya Princess?"
- "Making such a mess baby, good girl keep going."
- "Like being my good girl don't ya? Like taking what's yours huh?"
- You whine and press down harder, chasing your orgasm, hands gripping his shirt like a vice.
- Finally you topple over the edge and cry out, until he pulls you back for a searing kiss.
- His hands grip your hips and he guides you to keep riding him through it, only stopping when you whimper at him.
- When you've calmed down he readjusts you to sit on his lap, resting your head on his shoulder and he slides his thumb in your mouth as you doze.
- Then he'll continue his meeting as if nothing happened.
- 🥹🤭
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- You also have access to a debit card so you can shop for any little treats you desire.
- Sometimes you wait for Bucky to get home before you unwrap your latest treasure.
- Other times he comes home to find you surrounded by boxes of your favourite things.
- He's kinda clueless about things like pop culture, but he likes it when you explain complex backstories about your favourite characters, or the history of your favourite band, or the different between different art tools.
- You always buy something for your Daddy though.
- Either something pretty or something naughty.
- He appreciates it all either way.
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- On a very rare occasion you may indulge in the items that live in the drawers beside your bed.
- You much prefer Bucky to play with you and make you come...
- But....
- If you are allowed, and the mood strikes you, well why not?
- This indulgence involves sending Bucky pictures. Lots and lots of pictures and videos.
- He often gets very distracted at work when his phone starts pinging.
- Without thinking he swipes it unlocked and there you are.
- You've planted yourself on top of a sybian, a gag in your mouth and cute little bunny ears on.
- Next comes a video, the humming is loud, but not as loud as you, moaning behind your gag.
- His cock twitches as you focus on your face, eyes welling with desperate need, drool dripping down your chest and even with your muffled mouth he knows your whining for him.
- He watches that a few times, slipping his dick out and stroking. He might even send you a picture back, so you know what you've done to him.
- Another video comes, you have removed the gag and you moan for Daddy.
- "Come play with me pleeease?"
- "Need you, daddy, can't do it myself"
- "Gotta make it better Daddy"
- What you don't know is Bucky has already left his office, marched his way to the lift and is slamming his hand into the right button to get to you and fuck that mouth, that pussy, that ass.
- You wait for his response and grind on your sybian, whining and gripping on to the soft leather as you draw closer to your peak.
- Suddenly the door busts open and there is your Bucky, panting like he's taken the stairs. He's already shirtless and before he's reached you, his cock is free.
- You are ready for him when he threads his hands through your hair and slides it all the way down your throat.
- It's enough to make you come immediately, you choke around him and grip his thigh as you try to relieve some of the stimulation on your pussy.
- But Daddy's here now.
- He kicks the control away from your hands and continues to fuck your mouth, pushing you down as he does it.
- "You sit right there Princess, you just keep coming for Daddy."
- "Stop wiggling princess, just lemme use that perfect mouth"
- "Gonna come in your mouth baby, you're gonna take it all."
- He growls as he comes and, like a good girl, you hold it in your mouth until he lets you swallow it.
- He crouches down, so he's eye level with you, presses his thumb on your clit and as your eyes roll back in your head he whispers, "Swallow Princess" and you come harder than you have in a long time.
- He turns the machine off and catches you when you fall forward, pressing kisses to your forehead and cheeks as you pant.
- "See baby, Daddy loves it when you indulge"
- And maybe the machine buzzes back to life.....
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vxntagedior · 2 years
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money money money
summary | steve is willing to provide for you and bucky
pairing | stucky x fem!reader [sugar daddy!steve rogers x fem!sugar baby!reader x sugar baby!bucky barnes]
warning | sugar daddy/baby relationship, bi!steve, queer!bucky, bucky’s sexuality not being fully described
word count | 1.6k
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You rolled your shoulders, walking into the apartment, throwing your shoes in the vicinity of the others, just wanting to lay down.
The sound of the TV was playing from the living room around the corner, Bucky slouched down, scrolling through the channels.
Muttering a hello to your boyfriend, collapsing down, your head resting in his lap.
“Hi baby.” He whispered, petting your hair. You hummed, your eyes starting to become heavy. Bucky knew how much you worked since he got laid off from his job, taking extra shifts to keep up rent.
“Did you find any openings?” You asked, turning so your shoulders were resting on his thighs, letting you look up at him.
“There’s a new development of houses about to start, I might be able to snag a job there.” His thumb smoothed over the crease between your eyebrows. “Babydoll, I hope you know this isn’t the life I planned for us.”
The two of you stayed on the couch, Bucky continuing to watch TV before you fell asleep. Bringing you up the stairs, changing you out of your uniform into pajamas, he pressed a kiss to your forehead before going to sleep himself.
The two of you stayed on the couch, Bucky continuing to watch TV before you fell asleep. Bringing you up the stairs, changing you out of your uniform into pajamas, he pressed a kiss to your forehead before going to sleep himself.
The two of you stayed on the couch, Bucky continuing to watch TV before you fell asleep. Bringing you up the stairs, changing you out of your uniform into pajamas, he pressed a kiss to your forehead before going to sleep himself.
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You were up and out of the house before Bucky got out of the shower, leaving him enough coffee as you drove to work. The diner you worked at was the same one you worked in during grad school, finally getting promoted to lead server the past year.
The pay was well, but the customers were shitty. You can’t even count the amount of times you’ve been yelled at, poked and prodded by older gentlemen, and just rude people who think they were always right.
“Lighten up sweetheart.” The man at the bar laughed looking at you as you wiped the countertop. Giving me a sickly sweet smile, returning back into the kitchens, shoving his food towards him.
The diner was fairly empty at 7am, the calm before the storm when most come in for the morning rush. It was male at the counter, a woman and her son at one of the booths and the man who had walked in a few minutes still looking over his menu.
“What can I get started for you today?” You smiled, your notepad in. Pushing his menu down, the man looked up to you. You could tell he came from money, the suit was well tailored, the shoes he wore retailed for over $1,000 and you just assumed the rolex on his wrist had to be real.
“What’s good here, first time.” His teeth were perfectly aligned, his lips curved into a smile.
“Then I’d walk out the door and head over to the next block and go to McDonalds.” You were serious, he let out a breathless laugh, noticing how you weren’t joking.
“A coffee then.” He gave you the menu. You nodded, walking back towards the machine. Hearing the giggling from the side, you turned to see another one of the servers.
“He likes you.” She squealed.
“Vanessa what are you talking about?” You furrowed your brows.
“He couldn’t take your eyes off you, he’s still looking now.” You didn’t turn around, ignoring your friend and returning back to his table with his table.
“Here ya go, if you need anything else, just let me know.” You smiled.
You didn’t have time to check back in with the man, as the morning rush started, hustling around the diner to clear up tables and sit everyone. When you started to clean his table, picking up his bill and coffee cup, you noticed the $20 bill. Your eyes widened, the coffee was two dollars, you weren’t even expecting a tip. 
Staying until the afternoon, getting off, you headed home, Bucky gone and you started on dinner. You didn’t say anything to him about the tip when he got home, Bucky gushing about how the new job was well and paid him well.
Continuing on your schedules, the two of you worked and worked, taking extra shifts, working overtime, wanting to reach that goal you were both desperately wanting.
Steve, the man who tipped you $20, came in every few days, always getting a coffee and occasionally a pastry or a piece of pie, still leaving the $20. He was handsome, you had to admit, and you had learned he was the CEO of his own business in the city.
You thought about it time and time again, why he would come to your shitty little diner to the edge of the city for coffee that was terrible for diner coffee.
“Coffee and a slice of pie.” You walked towards him.
“And maybe a date.” He asked.
“Steve, I've told you, I have a boyfriend who I dearly love.” You said, shaking your head slightly.
“Then bring him too.” He said all too calmly, you stared at him, trying to detect any sort of lie.
“I like you and want to get to know you and your boyfriend.”
You were flustered and shocked, there was no denying that he was handsome, and you remembered him telling you he just wanted company at times.
“And you said yes!” Bucky exclaimed looking at you, arriving home you already knew this wasn’t something Bucky was going to agree to right away, some man asking out his girlfriend and him.
“B, it’s dinner, he’s nice.” You said.
“Dude probably wants us to watch us bone.” He shuttered.
“Bone, really.” You rolled your eyes. “Bucky, I think he wants us to be his sugar babies.”
“What?” He looked at you confused. “You’re serious.”
“I think so, he’s rich, and he said he wanted company and he invited you to dinner. Just dinner, that's it and if he wants more, we can leave.”
The thought of adding another person to your relationship was a shower thought when the two of you were in college, both of you wanted to spice things up.
Neither of you were expecting the type of restaurant Steve invited you too, pulling up, already seeing him standing outside.
“Holy shit, you weren’t kidding, dude is loaded.” Bucky watched as he handed the valet his keys to his Rolls Royce.
“Y/n.” He smiled seeing the two of you come hand and hand, “and this must be your boyfriend, I’m Steve.”
“Bucky.”
“Well come on, then.” Opening the door for the two of you, his hand resting on your lower back walking to the table he reserved for the three of you.
Dinner was awkward, Bucky could barely speak to him, practically glaring at him. You tried to lighten him up and the constant amount of times you pinched his thighs, he wouldn’t let up.
“What are your intentions?” Bucky asked, finishing his dinner, he sounded like a father interrogating his daughter’s boyfriend.
“I’m surprised you haven’t figured it out yet.” Steve laughed. “I want you two to be my sugar babies.” You paused your chewing, looking at both of them, you already assumed that was what he was going to say but you were surprised that he was so blunt with it.
“I understand your financial difficulties, and I would like to help in exchange to weekly dates and outing and someone to bring home so my ma won’t pester me about dating.” He continued.
You looked at Bucky, noticing his blank face, looking at Bucky. Bucky’s sexuality was always in the open, he freely told you about it on your first date, clearing out any supposition.
“You into dudes?” Bucky raised an eyebrow.
“I have had a few male partners in the past, yes.” Steve answered. “I understand this a lot for the two of you, and I'll let you two decide on how you would like to proceed.”
Coming home from the dinner, Bucky was quiet, both his hands were on the steering wheel, you looked outside through the window, actually thinking about accepting it.
“Buck-”
“I’m tired and gonna head to bed, we’ll talk in the morning.” 
You were truly terrified in the moment thinking you had just ruined your relationship, you nodded, staying downstairs for a while before heading up.
Both of you took the day off the next morning, sleeping in for a while. Bucky was the first to get out of bed, making the two of you breakfast, waiting for you to come downstairs.
“Hi.” You whispered, taking the seat next to him.
“I’m sorry about last night.” He apologized.
“It’s okay, I get it.” You shrugged. You didn’t expand on the topic, because even if there was something in you telling you to accept, you wouldn’t say yes without Bucky agreeing also.
“I think we should.” He looked up at you. You stared at him for a moment, swallowing down your food.
“Are you sure, you don’t have to say yes because I thought about it.” You said.
“It’s okay babydoll, I think it’ll be good, we thought about this in the past, adding another person into the relationship, this will show us how it is and maybe in the future we like Steve a lot, maybe our relationship can change into something different.
“I still love you, you know.” You reassured not only him but yourself.
“I love you too babydoll.”
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—with love, always.
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