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[vaelerius]

endless gifs of rhea - 189 / ∞

[insociometry]

i always felt like felix and hannie give of biggest pervert vibes. Like theyd get off on the thought of MC when its the most forbidden. if shes busy on a phone call or workirg or something and theucant physically bother her, so they're just .. all mopey and have to go jack off in their room but they secretly fantasize about interrupting whatever shes doing and fucking her anyways - theyd never do it (they respect her too much for that), its mostly just the thought of it that gets them off.

But then you mentioned who would get off on being ignored or not, and how lino and Innie would specifically try to get MC's attention and ... basically those two would make those fantasies come true (ironic really. Lino and I.N living Felix and Hannies dreams 😔)

(Referencing this!)

Stopppp this is so hot 🫠 I agree: they’re perverts!!! Especially because Han thinks of MC as this too-good-to-be-true literal angel of a girl, and Felix knows that MC thinks of him as her fairytale prince — how could they let her know what they think about??? Hannie fantasizing about dragging her down to earth and fucking her throat until she gags and ugly-cries, and Felix fantasizing about taking her and marking her and coming inside her over and over until she passes out — surely she would be horrified* (*she wouldn’t)!!!! No, they should keep this to themselves; it’s just them and their right hands for company…

Meanwhile Lino is torturing and teasing her until she begs for it and I.N just pulls out the baby-doll eyes — “Noona, you don’t want me? 🥺” while pushing his thumb into her mouth, his big hand on her waist, holding her down — strong and forceful as though in contrast to the pleading words. And it works! Unfair!!

(CNC and somnophilia ahead! Just assume it’s pre-negotiated! 🪦🕊️🛑)

Alsooooo, this fic DOES get into consensual non-consent elements, so — far into the future, when they know each other’s kinks and tells and limits, doesn’t Hannie just seem like a “just the tip” guy when MC is busy and he’s especially needy? “Baby I promise I’ll be quick; just a little, please, I need it; I need you; please, angel, please, please—”, clawing at her clothes, pushing her against the nearest surface with more force than usual, kissing her wet and messy — but it’s never just the tip, and her legs are shaking, and because he’s so so so needy they go a few rounds. But he’s her Sungie and he’s so good for her and he loves her so much, he’ll always get her off at least twice for every time he gets off 🥺 Isn’t that so good of him ����🥺 “No, no, baby, don’t pass out,” he’s whimpering, leaving finger-shaped bruises on your hips, kissing the tears from your eyes, come pooling on the floor, “Don’t pass out, don’t leave me— Just one more time; please angel, one more time, really, please—”

And Felix just looooves to hold you, and loves to be as close as possible — and isn’t cockwarming just a natural extension of that? It just makes sense; it’s just maximizing skin on skin! Of course he isn’t going to get in the way of your nap when you’re soooo sleepy, he knows you’ve been busy — he just wants to be included! It’s sweet, if you think about it 😊 But you’re so little; he needs to work you open on his fingers before he can fit — oh but don’t worry, he won’t make you come; that’s not what it’s about, right? Except being on edge extends into sleep, so even when you finally manage to drift off, you’re still aching for him: clenching, rocking back, mumbled moans falling from your lips. In that case, it’s only good of Felix to get you off, right? He’s just being an attentive boyfriend! It’s sweet, if you think about it 🤭 He’ll just rub your clit and grind into you until you come — or until you wake; whichever comes first. But Felix wouldn’t mind if you stayed sleeping; you do need the rest, after all! And he’s never going to complain about getting to come inside you until you’re full and sticky 🫶

[sapphire---art]

just have to scream it from the mountaintops : i love my girlfriend so much!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[ditzybrainlaura]

Your skirt... Your heels... Your hair...

Let your inner girl win.

❤️ @sissydollyisabella 🩵 @happy-sissy-madison 🩷 @sissy-sabrinas-world 😂 @ditzybrainlaura 😍 @christina-tiara 🏳️‍⚧️ @prissytutu 🦋 @annas-worldxoxo 🌈 @sweetie-lindsey 😍 @veras-caption-haven 💓 @amberleannethenewgirl💋 @incognitoelizabeth 🍼 @sissymissyxo 💅 @honeyhornypup 🥵 @sweatersub 😍 @cassandra-the-baby-girl 😇 @goodwitchkylie 🏳️‍🌈 @its-me-mandi-duhhh 👑 @cutieecassie 🔥 @sleepy-bimbo-bambi-3 ♠️ @selenasgirltiffany21 🤍 @uneamifemme 💖 @leiamoony 😩 @pinkyfaggyx 🍆 @just-kailee 🎀 @sissyloren2 🩵 @remygurl45 💕 @supremefaggotdestiny6912 💝 @karlie-xoxo 😈 @beta-dreamsva 💖 @2inchchelsea🤠 @sienna-thee-sissy 🥺 @goodgirlmadison 🤗 @stacey-xox-bimbo ❤️‍🔥 @elektrarose 🤭 @jessigurll 💋 @jade-the-princess 👸 @thessa-xox 💘 @kimberly-kash 🥰 @youknowmemomma 🫠 @christina-tiara 💞 @pinkfemgurl 😵‍💫

[sunsetsandsunshine]

So i read "just say you're sorry" and what i thought what could be a potential angst story turned out to be one of the best one-shots ever!

I kid you not i couldn't stop smiling - my cheeks hurt/pos - and i was giggling and laughing at the two, it made me happy because i was used to get tickled by my older siblings and god it was a torture and fun at the same time.

I loved how long the one-shot was because i can enjoy and laugh 😆

Thank you so much for writing this masterpiece ❤🧡💙💜

OH MY GOSH OH MY GOSH OH MY GOSH OH MY GOSH OHHHHH MYYYY GOSSSSHHHH 💓💗💕🩷💖💝💘💞‼️‼️‼️

First things first…thank you so much for sending this in 😭🫶🏾?????? I was feeling really bad and insecure about my writing this week so for you to send this in my inbox made my heart just ✨🌟⭐️💫⚡️!!!

MY HEART SKYROCKETED I KID YOU NOT!!!

But the more I think about it…the more I think I should maybeeeee change the title of that fic 😅💔! It does sound kind of angsty like you mentioned even though that was not my intention whatsoever lolololololol

Anywhizzle, I’m really happy the fic reminded you of fun times with your older siblings and I’m extremely happy that the fanfiction made you smile and laugh 🥹💗🩷💕! My main goal with my stories is to just…let the readers enjoy it to whatever extent they please ☺️✨🩷🫶🏾!!!!!

Thank you so much for reading and reblogging it 💓💖💞💝!!! I hope you stick around for the many more fics to come in the future!

[h03-y]

me on top + you whimpering, moaning, begging me to slow down so it lasts longer

[allysketches]

"I loathe him. And, despite myself, I respect a worthy opponent...Which he isn't because he's a demon and I cannot respect a demon. Or like one."

decided to draw a small part of the bookshop opening deleted scene bc not one day goes by where I don't think about it 🥺 we lost so bad by not getting this one 😭😭 especially bc it contrasts the season 2 finale so well… I could write entire dissertations about it 🤧

[ditzybrainlaura]

FINE. You can stay. But you MUST stay over there.

Wait. Let me... hush cuck, let me do this. Sit still whilst I tie you to your chair. 🫦

When our bull arrives, he's going to use you to warm up. He loves tight little boipussy's like yours. It'll be hot to watch him use you. 🥵

For now, sit and watch us make out. Sit and watch us live your dream. We're both beautiful. You wish you had us. ❤️‍🔥

But you don't. You have the cuck chair. And you're lucky you're allowed to watch. 💋

❤️ @sissydollyisabella 🩵 @happy-sissy-madison 🩷 @sissy-sabrinas-world 😂 @ditzybrainlaura 😍 @christina-tiara 🏳️‍⚧️ @prissytutu 🦋 @annas-worldxoxo 🌈 @sweetie-lindsey 😍 @veras-caption-haven 💓 @amberleannethenewgirl💋 @incognitoelizabeth 🍼 @sissymissyxo 💅 @honeyhornypup 🥵 @sweatersub 😍 @cassandra-the-baby-girl 😇 @goodwitchkylie 🏳️‍🌈 @its-me-mandi-duhhh 👑 @cutieecassie 🔥 @sleepy-bimbo-bambi-3 ♠️ @selenasgirltiffany21 🤍 @uneamifemme 💖 @leiamoony 😩 @pinkyfaggyx 🍆 @just-kailee 🎀 @sissyloren2 🩵 @remygurl45 💕 @supremefaggotdestiny6912 💝 @karlie-xoxo 😈 @beta-dreamsva 💖 @2inchchelsea🤠 @sienna-thee-sissy 🥺 @goodgirlmadison 🤗 @stacey-xox-bimbo ❤️‍🔥 @elektrarose 🤭 @jessigurll 💋 @jade-the-princess 👸 @thessa-xox 💘 @kimberly-kash 🥰 @youknowmemomma 🫠 @christina-tiara 💞 @pinkfemgurl 😵‍💫

[sainz100]

2025 Canadian GP | x

[plushefemme]

she grabbed my hips and murmured “you’ve gotten fatter” when i got on top to ride her and i made the most embarrassing noise

[chiliger]

I’m back home from a trip! Here’s a few things I drew while I was gone.

[mina2000alex]

🥵🥵🥵🫠🫠🫠🫠😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

Tiny Blurb: Robby and Breeding Kink!

“Please.. wanna feel every ridge and vein.. want you to fill me” you’d whine, plush thighs bracketing him.

He groans deeply at your dirty words, losing the last of his inhibitions. "Christ, baby... you're going to make me cum just talking like that..." He presses his tip into your entrance, stretching you slowly. "Are you ready? Really ready?"

“Robby..” you mumble impatiently.

Robby pushes forward slowly but firmly until his entire length is buried inside you. The sensation of your tight, wet pussy enveloping him bare sends waves of pleasure through his body. "Fuck... so good..." He starts to move slowly at first, letting you adjust to his size.

Your moan encourages him to pick up the pace. He starts thrusting deeper and harder, his hips slapping against yours. The feeling of your bare walls gripping him tightly is incredible. He leans down to kiss you messy and sloppy while fucking you vigorously. "Shit..." he pants between kisses.

“Oh fuck baby”

Hearing the dirty words spill from your mouth only turns him on more. He grabs your legs and pushes them back towards your chest, allowing him to go even deeper. His thick cock is hitting your cervix with each thrust, and the sounds of his heavy balls slapping against your ass fill the room.

“Yeah.. yeah fuck my pussy Robby” you mumble panting and whining. Head spinning with pleasure.

Robby's eyes roll back slightly as your dirty talk sends him into overdrive. He starts pounding into you harder and faster, the headboard slamming against the wall with each powerful thrust. "Is that what you want? You want me to fuck your tight little pussy raw?"

“Oh yes- Fuck me so full Robby”

He lets out a feral groan, his control completely shattered by your filthy words. He fucks you brutally, his large cock stretching you wide with each deep stroke. He can feel your wetness coating him as he hammers into you repeatedly. "Take it... take my big cock..."

His cock throbs at your moans, and he starts to fuck you even harder, if that's possible. He reaches down and rubs your clit with his thumb while pounding into you. "I'm gonna fill you up baby... I'm gonna cum deep inside that tight little pussy..."

“Fuck me like you want me pregnant” and that sends him into a whole different mindset. You can see his mind click down three gears like a mountain bike.

The mention of filling you with his cum, getting you pregnant sets him blood red hot. He fucks you with total abandon, his massive cock pistonning in and out of your wetness. "Shouldn't fucking talk like that... makes me wanna never stop cumming in you..."

“Yeah? Don’t wanna fuck me full of your cum robby?” You’re egging him on now that you’ve found the right button to press.

He groans loudly, his balls tightening. Your dirty mouth is making him lose his mind. He spreads your legs wider apart and lifts your hips slightly, hitting that special spot inside you harder and deeper. "You wanna get knocked up on my fat cock?"

“Yeah.. want you to put a baby in me huh Robby?”

His mind goes blank. He's never had a woman talk like this during sex. He loves it. He spreads you wider and snaps his hips forward roughly.

she locks her legs around him, “wanna make you a daddy”

Robby lets out a deep, primal groan as your legs lock around him. The thought of making you pregnant is pushing him over the edge. He starts fucking you like he's trying to impregnate you right then and there—deep, hard strokes that hit every sensitive spot inside you.

He's fucking you furiously now, sweat dripping from his forehead onto yours. He can feel his orgasm building rapidly. "I'm gonna fucking do it... I'm gonna put a baby inside you..." His cock starts throbbing uncontrollably as he nears the edge.

Robby's vision blurs as he hears you ask to be made a momma. He loses it completely. He buries himself balls deep inside you and starts shooting his hot, thick cum inside your unprotected pussy. "Fuck... fuck... fuck... gonna make you a pretty mama..."

[our-marvel-universe]

Omg he just says the absolute sweetest things that sometimes I forget he's kind crazy 😳🙈

He just loves so hard that it makes me forget he's a stalker who already has their wedding planned out even though they're not actually engaged 😵‍💫

Like sir you cannot keep telling people she is your future wife even if it's true.

And I love/hate seeing her start to wear down the referring to him as her boyfriend and not correcting him on the marriage stuff. You right all these nuanced feelings and things she's experiencing so incredibly well. Like yes Bucky treats her so wonderfully better than she's ever been treated but then also.....

And I can feel all the conflict and confusion and also the resolve as she is just beginning to accept her fate and it's just uhhhh 🫠

Hold You Tight: Part 27

Pairing: Club Owner!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Fic Summary: The owner of The 107th wants you to be his girl whether you like it or not.

Part 26 | Series Masterlist | Part 28

Chapter Word Count: Almost 4k

Chapter Summary: An idea comes to you regarding part of your future and Bucky has a few choice words for your parents.

Chapter Warnings: Confrontation, bonding of sorts, inner turmoil, world building, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?), more warnings to come.

A/N: I don't know what happened to the original post. Let's try this again! More Hold You Tight, and thank you for sticking with me! Bucky edit by the beautiful @nixakimbo . ❤️ Beta read by the lovely @mumbles411 , but any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @firefly-in-darkness. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

You thought it would feel strange with Curtis hanging out in the kitchen while you baked the brownies, but it wasn’t as bad as you thought, and it was something you’d have to get used to since he would be around you going forward. He didn’t try to fill the silence with small talk unless you asked him a question, likely trying to remain in the “shadows”. You did wonder what was on his mind since he mentioned being trapped, but it wasn’t any of your business. He was your bodyguard and that didn’t mean he’d be your friend. 

“Smells delicious,” he said, standing when you took them out of the oven. 

“Don’t worry. I won't burn myself,” you said, nodding for him to sit back down. “And thanks. I hope you like them.”

“I'm sure I will.”

Ray walked into the kitchen the moment you set the brownies out to cool off and looked between you and Curtis who settled back in his chair. “A treat for breakfast?” he guessed.

“A treat for Curtis,” you said, making your bodyguard smile a little.

Ray blinked hard and slow. “I see,” he said, pushing his glasses up. Did that upset him? 

“Well, that batch is for Curtis. You have first dibs on the other batch,” you clarified. 

“Thank you. That’s very kind of you.” The blonde raised an eyebrow. “And what about the boss?” 

“He’s third. He knows what he did,” you said unapologetically. They were your brownies. You could do what you wanted with them.

Curtis hid a smile before Ray asked, “And how are you feeling?”

You put your hands on the counter and shrugged. “Hard to say since I’m seeing my parents today and still dealing with…”

“Everything,” Ray finished for you. 

You nodded. “I appreciate you asking.” It felt like you hadn’t talked to him in days and you admittedly missed it. Like Curtis, keeping you safe wasn’t a bore or chore in his eyes. He believed you were brave and part of you was starting to believe it, too. 

“We’re all glad you're safe now,” he softly said.

“Careful there. You might be showing emotion,” Curtis said, earning him a glare from his colleague. 

“Where’s Bucky?” you asked. 

“He sulked for a minute when you kicked him out of the kitchen,” he said, making Curtis snort. Again, Bucky knew what he did. “But he’s in his office. Called Steve and Natalia. He also got an update on Lois.”

“How is she?” you asked, hoping that things were still looking up.

“She’s recovering well,” he assured you. You were glad to hear that. “From what we know, she’s stubborn and strong and it’ll take time, but she’ll be fine.”

You let out a breath. “I really need to see her, and I need to talk to Natasha,” you said. A woman you could hopefully help heal and move forward and a woman who was going to help you in some capacity. Both receiving and paying it forward. As that thought settled in your mind, an idea washed over you, making you stand up straighter and look at Ray again. 

“What is it?” he asked. 

“I have a thought,” you answered, trying not to get too excited. “I need to talk to Bucky.”

Curtis jumped from his chair when you walked out without another word, his footsteps behind you nearly silent. He really was going to be a good bodyguard for you. Ray followed, too, likely curious about why you rushed out so quickly.

Bucky looked up from his desk when you walked into the office, a smile on his face when he stood up. “Brownies ready?” he asked, holding his hand up to keep Curtis and Ray from walking in. 

“Yeah, but that’s not what I came in here for,” you said, taking a seat on the sofa. Bucky immediately went to join you. “I have a bit of a crazy idea and I wanted to get your opinion on it.” 

“You want my opinion?” The subtle shift in his posture showed he was touched. “And I’m the crazy one, Kotyonok, so nothing you could say would ever sound crazy to me.”

You didn’t dispute that he was crazy. “So, you know how one of the things that attracted you to me was helping your mom and my generally kind nature?”

He nodded slowly. “Yes.”

“And you helped Natasha however long ago so she could give the women who work at her hotel a better life, right?” you continued. You remembered Natasha telling you if it wasn't for Bucky she wouldn't be where she was. 

“Yes, I did,” he confirmed, not elaborating on how or why.

“What if I do something kind of like that? What if I try to help other women who have…” You swallowed and tried to find the right words, suddenly nervous to ask for his opinion. “Been through stuff, like Lois or me.”

He tilted his head. “You want to help women who have been hurt in some capacity?”

“Yeah. Assault. Abuse. Trauma,” you said. You thought of your own situation, not just Clark's attack, but Bucky systemically making his way into your life. He wasn't out to harm you, but some stalkers did try to harm their victims. “And it's not like I’d have to quit being a florist. I just… I don't know. I want to do something.”

It could've been a means to take back some more control of your life. Being by Bucky’s side, you didn’t want to lose who you were in your core and wanted to continue putting good back into the world. Perhaps you wanted to pay it forward even more since others didn't have the kind of money and protection you now had. 

“It’s stupid, isn't it?” you asked when he stayed quiet. 

You were a florist. Yes, you volunteered when you could and wanted to help people, but it wasn’t your area of expertise. An endeavor like that was out of your depth, wasn't it? 

Bucky framed your face, his eyes flashing with a mixture of pride and fury. “Don't you ever say an idea of yours is stupid. I won't stand for that,” he said, his gaze softening considerably. “Especially since that’s a great idea.”

You studied him, looking for any sign that he was joking. He wasn’t. “Really?” you asked in a small voice.

He kissed the tip of your nose with a smile. “Really. Money won’t be an issue. We can sketch out a plan and figure out what exactly you want to focus on, start local and small. Or you can sketch out the plan and I’ll give input if you seek it out,” he said, a hint of his businessman tone coming out. “If this is really something you want, we’ll make it happen.”

“So, just like that?” you asked. He was really supporting this?

“Of course. It’s admirable that you continue to look out for others and I’m going to support whatever you want to do,” he said. 

“Thank you,” you whispered. You didn’t want to admit how nice it felt that he was backing this up, especially when you had no set plan yet. 

“It also means a lot that you asked for my opinion.”

“Well, we have to talk through these things. It’s what couples do,” you said. 

His smile was brighter than the light in the room. “So, you really see us as a couple now.”

“I guess so,” you said. What choice did you have?

He sighed before he kissed your lips, featherlight and full of promise. “You won’t regret it,” he whispered, suddenly standing and helping you to your feet, too. “You’re still in your robe.”

“I’ve been in the kitchen this whole time,” you reminded him, your mind going back to Curtis and wondering more about his past. 

Bucky checked his watch. “Why don’t you get ready for lunch? I think Curtis and Ray have seen you in your robe enough for one day,” he tried to tease and checked his watch. 

“And what about the day I’m walking around in nothing but my underwear?” you blurted out without meaning to.

Darkness crossed Bucky’s eyes, but it was more lust than rage when he put his hands on your hips. “I’d hate to have to hurt my own men, but I do love the thought of you walking around our home so… freely.”

“I’ll bet you do,” you whispered, knowing he’d probably chase you around or drag you to bed if he had the chance. “But for now, yes, I should get dressed.”

“Don’t want to keep your parents waiting,” he said, letting you pull away to get ready. “I hope I make a lasting impression.”

You shivered, wondering just what kind of impression he wanted to make. “I’m sure you will.”

Curtis leaned against the wall outside of the office while Ray stood on the other side. “You want to help others, huh?” your bodyguard asked.

You stopped to face him. “Yeah, I do.”

Curtis didn’t say anything else, but he looked impressed. So did Ray. You didn’t have time to dwell on that. You had to get ready for a lunch that you didn’t want to go to. 

But your whole life as of late had been a series of events you had to participate in without much of a choice, so what was one more?

Bucky held your hand the entire drive to the restaurant and didn’t force you to talk, which you appreciated since your stomach was in knots. You found yourself playing with the diamond necklace, which he had put around your neck before you left. Your mom would no doubt stare at it or make a comment since you had never had such a nice piece of jewelry. Was this going to be a disaster or were you overthinking it?

“We’ll get through this quickly,” Bucky told you once the car stopped, his lips brushing the top of your hand. “Long enough for me to meet them and send them on their way.”

The knot in your stomach tightened more. How exactly was he going to send them on their way? “And after that?”

“Whatever you want,” he promised, helping you out of the car.

You didn’t pay much attention as you were escorted to the private table, but you knew Ray and Curtis weren’t far behind. The place was bright and airy, but sophisticated. It would've been a nice place to go on a date. Would this lunch sour that idea?

“I’m here,” Bucky whispered, pulling out your chair for you.

Considering the way he burst into your life you never expected to lean on him for anything. You had since your attack and now this, looking to him for support without meaning to. You even asked for his opinion on your idea to help other women, which you did seek out. Who were you becoming?

“Why do I care so much about what they think?” you asked when he sat down beside you.

“Because they’re your parents and it’s natural,” he replied, taking your hand under the table. “But you don’t need them.”

You were about to argue that you did need them before you caught them in your line of sight, your back rigid as they moved closer. They didn’t look overjoyed to see you, which broke your heart a bit. Bucky squeezed your hand before you realized you had squeezed his hand first. This was going to be a long lunch.

“It’s good to see you,” your dad said when Bucky released your hand only to pull your chair back to help you stand. “And you must be-”

“Bucky, her boyfriend. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you,” he said, shaking his hand and smirking when your dad winced and turning a critical eye on your mom. Neither of them hugged you before they took their seats and you quickly sat back down to hide your embarrassment. “You two raised quite the woman,” he added, daring them to say something.

“Thank you,” your mom said, looking over the menu. 

“Since the menu seems to be more important than greeting your daughter, please, pick whatever you want,” Bucky smiled like a wolf getting ready to strike while you gaped at him. “I spare no expense when it comes to her and her… loved ones. Just look at her necklace. I purchased it for our first date.”

Your mom’s mouth fell open and you felt a bit of satisfaction when your dad squirmed in his seat. Did that make you a bad person? “I’m sorry. I meant nothing by it.” Your mom cleared her throat. “We’re thrilled to see you. It’s just with our accounts being frozen…”

“You’ve had a lot on your mind,” you filled in the blanks. You were used to it.

“Yes, I’m sorry about your accounts,” Bucky said without sounding sorry at all and pretended to look over his menu. “Interesting how you always think of others first even when you have a lot on your mind, Kotyonok,” he said loud enough for the whole table to hear. “Makes me wonder what that came from.”

Your mom’s mouth didn’t drop again, but you heard her sharp inhale on her next breath and your dad squirmed again. They weren’t used to subtle insults like that, especially for someone who had just met them. But as Bucky took your hand, you very much felt like his queen and he was defending you as such.

“Aren’t you going to compliment her necklace?” Bucky asked, turning his head to smile at you. “It’s as beautiful as she is.”

Your face felt hot when your parents stared and admired the diamonds. “They don’t have to say anything,” you mumbled.

“But I don’t understand. What kind of parents don’t compliment their child, especially when they haven’t seen them in some time?” he asked. Once again, it was loud enough for them to hear. He was digging the knife in and twisting it in the most passive aggressive way.

“It’s beautiful,” your mom said enviously, avoiding looking at Bucky. 

“Thanks,” he said, flagging the server down and putting a hand to his chest. “Like I said, whatever you want. It’s on me.”

You picked a light meal, knowing there was a high chance you couldn’t stomach something heavy. Your mom chose the highest priced meal, which Bucky merely smiled expectantly. Your dad had the good sense to not do the same. It would’ve been nice if they asked how you were or gave some sort of indication that they cared.

“How did you two meet?” your dad asked to break the tension, which only made you nervous all over again.

“My club, and I very much fell for her first,” Bucky answered easily and leaned over to kiss your temple. “I knew she was the one the moment I laid eyes on her.”

“Club?” your mom questioned. “Since when do you go to clubs?”

“It was for Addison’s bachelorette party,” your boyfriend answered for you, smiling again. “You know Addison, don’t you? I would hope so. She’s practically family to her.”

You took a sip of your water and said nothing as your parents looked more uncomfortable with each passing second. The air was awkward to say the least.  Bucky, on the other hand, looked over the moon one second and was ready to kill the next. It had to be giving your parents whiplash.

“She’s a good friend,” your mom said, her smile shaky. “How’s the shop?” she asked, changing the subject.

“The shop’s great,” you said and found yourself smiling since you did love the place and your job. “Mrs. Crandle is still a great boss and-”

“And you’re still just a florist,” she cut you off dismissively with a shake of her head, wiping your smile away. “You could’ve been so much more.”

Your eyes glossed over, but you held your head high. “There’s nothing wrong with me being a florist, and I am more.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Are you?”

“Ease up,” your dad whispered to your mom, shocking you both. Since when was he not on her side? Or was it because Bucky glared at them?

“Just a florist.” The man beside you chuckled, a dark and empty sound. “Tell them about the idea you told me about earlier today.”

The knot filled your stomach so much that you feared you’d get sick. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” you said, not wanting to hear what they had to say since they never backed you up on anything.

“But it’s a great idea,” he assured you, giving your parents a smile. “Wait until you hear it.”

Your dad leaned forward and appeared interested. Was it for show? “What is it?” 

Bucky nodded, encouraging you to speak up. “I went through something recently,” you said carefully, not wanting to blurt it out. “And it made me realize I want to help others and build a support system for women who have been through things.”

Your parents looked at each other as you held your breath. “That sounds ambitious,” your dad said just as carefully as you. “I realize you have good intentions, but…”

“You can’t just up and decide you want to run a charity,” your mom said, laughing and tapping her finger on the table when Bucky gripped his water glass. “You need more than just good intentions. You need experience and funding, which you have none of.”

You sighed. It was exactly what you expected. They wanted you to be more, but offered no encouragement when you tried. 

“Aren’t you even going to ask what I went through?” you asked, your voice thick with emotion. For the first time, your mom looked worried. “Someone-”

“They don’t deserve to know.” Bucky took a sip before he gently set the glass down, making you eye him warily. He looked like he was ready to explode. “She isn’t just deciding, by the way. She has volunteer experience and she’s going to formulate a plan. And what she may lack in other ‘experiences’, she has passion, heart, and drive. It’s a shame you're too blind to see that.”

Your mom shrank back in her seat, looking as small as you felt. “I didn’t mean-”

“And as far as funding, I’ll be helping her with that since I don't expect either of you to lend her a thing. She has her own money, too. You just didn't know it,” he explained, bitterly laughing again at their shocked expressions. “Jesus Christ. You’re her parents. You should be proud of her. She’s loved by everyone she meets and she has thrived without your support.” He let that hang in the air before he continued. “She has more character in her finger than you two have in your entire body and I will back her up on anything and everything she needs because I believe in her.”

You placed a hand on Bucky’s thigh to ground him, your eyes welling with tears again. You were torn between not wanting him to cause a scene and for him to keep speaking because it just felt nice to hear. It felt pathetic and empowering, a strange combination. 

“I just wanted you to support and love me,” you whispered, your chest aching at finally saying the words. “Why didn't you?”

Why did it hurt so much that you didn't have the love you needed?

Your dad leaned back like you slapped him while your mom didn't move. “We did and do love you,” he swore, looking to his wife for help when Bucky scoffed in disbelief. “Tell her.”

He shouldn't have to tell her that.

“We just wanted you to have direction,” your mom said, flinching when Bucky leaned forward with one elbow on the table. She couldn't even say she loved you. 

“She has always had direction. You just never bothered to look where she was going,” he said, his voice soft and dangerous. “Though I guess your lack of support helped build her into the woman I love, so I almost wonder if I should thank you for not being who she needed.”

“I’m not going to sit here and let you continue to insult us,” your dad said since your mom was rendered speechless for once. 

You almost warned your dad that Bucky wasn't the kind of man to mouth off to, but didn't. 

“You know, I think I know now why you wanted to become a florist,” Bucky said as if he didn’t hear him. “You’re surrounded by warmth and brightness and you get to watch things bloom and grow and thrive because you never had that.”

You blinked away your tears. Bucky saw what they didn’t. You didn’t have to point it out.

“We do love our daughter, even if we didn't show it in the best way,” your dad argued, trying to take your hand across the table, but Bucky pulled you back. It was another brick added to the wall to keep people he didn’t want near you out.

“You didn’t love her enough and you never will.” He took his wallet out and threw some money on the table, more than enough to cover the meals that hadn’t yet arrived at the table. “Thank God I love her enough for all of us and I always will.”

Your mom sniffled. You hardly ever saw her cry. “I…” She trailed off when your boyfriend tossed more money on the table. 

“That should cover the rest of your time here in the city. Take it. Or don’t. But I’m not going to sit here and play nice with people who make my future wife feel low about herself.” He pushed himself up and let your parents see just how large and imposing he was. “Just leave her alone the way you always have.”

They were good at leaving you alone. 

“Please,” your dad begged, making you pause. “We’re sorry.”

“Empty apologies mean nothing,” Bucky said, his eyes narrowed. “Oh, and as it stands, I don’t want you at our wedding, but maybe your loving daughter will change my mind.”

“Wedding?!” your mom exclaimed. 

“Yes, she’s going to be my wife and have a wonderful lifetime with me.” He smiled when you didn't disagree. “Enjoy the rest of your trip.”

Bucky helped you up from the table and led you away, not even letting you look back when you heard your mom choke on a sob. They didn’t chase after you. They never would.

Your steps felt heavy. Your head spun. It was a relief that they knew how you felt in some capacity, but you didn't feel much better. Why not?

“They’re the past and I’m your present and future,” your boyfriend whispered, slipping an arm around you when you bit your lip. “I’m the family you need.”

“Thank you for sticking up for me,” you said, making him preen. 

“I’ll always defend and stick up for you,” he promised, his grip possessive. “And I'm proud of you.”

What was there to be proud of? No, you wouldn't think like that. You were a good person, and a survivor. Your parents and their lack of support and care wouldn't take that from you.

“But I didn’t even get to tell them what happened.” What if they had wanted to help? They weren’t loving, but you were still their daughter and your mom had looked worried for a second.

“You don’t need them. Not when you have me,” he said, leaving no room to argue when he nodded to Ray and Curtis who hovered nearby. “And I won't let them hurt you ever again.”

You should’ve known lunch with your parents meant Bucky would close the door. You would have no choice but to move forward. And you didn't know what that meant except that you were now one step closer to being entirely his. 

This chapter took a lot out of me! As a mom who wants to show nothing but love and support to my babies (and protect them), I want to wrap Kotyonok in a huge hug. Where do we think they'll go from here? Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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