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A match made in Hell, At least she stays away. Scott could take some lessons!

See Through My Eyes, Part 4

Summary: First night at Bucky's house...

Pairings:

Rating: explicit

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, oral sex (F receiving), fingering, toy play, Bucky as a dad, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 6.3K

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*dividers created by @firefly-graphics

Are you in his bed???

What is it like living there?

You’re totally fucking him, huh?

He’s got a big dick. I know he does.

He got you pregnant in one night.

Would you PLEASE fuck him again while you’re pregnant so I know if the sex is still good?

Talk to me.

I know you’re not asleep.

Get your ass on his dick.

Or your pussy. Whatever you prefer.

Can you please just text me back, I am drowning in my thoughts of you in that house alone with him. And his daughter. Are you sleeping with him???

Ma’am!!!

You are to answer your best friend back as soon as you’re finished with getting his dick. I know you’re not asleep!

Groaning, you finally give Zooey the much needed attention that she is needing, but not the answers that she is wanting. She’s making it impossible to sleep. Honestly it isn’t even her. It’s the whole fucking situation. How did you get here?

Obviously you know how you got here. You had a great night of sex, got knocked up with your student’s dad, and now you’re in this too big of a house, living with your baby daddy, and trying to pretend that you don’t want to fuck him this very moment.

Because you do.

You want to really bad. And pregnancy hormones are not helping. Not helping at all.

In fact your clit is pulsing just thinking about Bucky shoving his dick inside of you. Just being around him makes your heart palpitate, and he’s sweet, so it makes you so horny. This isn’t fair. This is an impossible task. And Zooey is not helping.

What do you want?

Well…..I wanted to know how he fucks now that you’re pregnant.

He’s my student’s father.

And your baby daddy. So….???

I’m in my bed alone if you must know.

WHY???? 😭 😩 Have sex for me. Have unprotected, unabandoned sex for me. Please. Pretty please.

PLEASE!!!

That actually doesn’t sound horrible. But you shouldn’t. And she’s not helping your throbbing pussy situation. Why is this complicated? How did you get yourself in this mess? If Izzy wasn’t part of the equation would it make a difference? Because that is your excuse every time. He’s Izzy’s father. He sired Izzy. And now you’ve got the human embodiment of your egg and his sperm swimming around in your uterus.

At least talk to him, and maybe make out. Or get fingered. Anything! I’ve been reading up on pregnant women, and it does say that their libido can increase, and you’re extra sensitive. Is that you?

No.

You answered that way too fast. It’s you. Okay, this is what you’re going to do. You’re going to knock on his door and let him know that you can’t sleep.

No.

No! That’s what you’re going to do.

And it doesn’t mean that you have to have sex, or even mess around. The two of you are having a baby, and you need to get to know each other. You’re like the baby mama roommate. And where is this baby’s room going to bed?

Next to his…

ARE YOU GOING TO ALLOW THAT TO HAPPEN??

It’s just…that room makes sense. We picked it out together.

You’re pissing me off. It will not kill you to just talk. Do it for the alien swimming in your belly. Do it for me. Hell, do it for you. You deserve it. You didn’t think you were going to have a baby in your late thirties, and here you are. I’m going to guess he didn’t really think he would have another child. But this could work. Fuck traditions. You’re pregnant and living with your one night stand. And his daughter. We know. We all know. But quit using that as an excuse.

And her mom isn’t in the picture, and isn’t this confusing? You living with her and her dad? It’s confusing you. So at night when she’s asleep you and Bucky can just talk. Or whatever.

Zooey isn’t wrong. When Izzy is awake you and Bucky naturally fall into a mom and dad role, which kind of freaks you out. But it still feels like you’re playing house, or you’re just her teacher. Because you don’t know Bucky yet. You’re at the very least trying to coparent, and that sounds even more weird.

But at the most — you’re looking at a future. You could see this working out with him. You don’t want just anyone to raise your child with you. You want him. The idea that this is your forever home with him, Izzy, and the baby sounds right.

So what exactly are you waiting on?

Steadying your breath, you sling the covers off you. Every movement you make is almost comically slow. Blanket off, but you just lay there. Sitting up, you stare at the door. Turning sideways, you let your feet rest on the ground. Breathe in. Breathe out. Stand up. Stand there. Walk towards the door. Stand there. Open the door. Stand there.

This is getting ridiculous, and you know it, but you are terrified of what the results could be, and you don’t even know why. Other than this isn’t just your future, this is your baby’s and Izzy’s. You and Bucky are adults. You can handle what comes your way, but can they?

You don’t care. Bucky invited you here. He wants you here. And his baby. And you don’t get the feeling he just wants you here because of the baby. His baby.

Padding down the hallway, you cringe when you hear pouring water. Someone is clearly awake, and you hope it’s not Izzy. And since there’s pouring from the pitcher you assume it isn’t.

One foot in front of the other. Walk down the hall. Breathing is difficult and it has nothing to do with your pregnancy, and everything to do with who is waiting in the kitchen. Please be Bucky. Be Bucky. Be Bucky.

You sigh as you make it into the kitchen, and watch Bucky gulp down the last drop of water from his glass, “Is everything okay? Are you okay? Is the baby fine?”

“Yeah,” you whisper. Why the hell is he shirtless? You feel his near nakedness all the way to your betraying pussy. Oh god, his nipples! When did nipples become attractive? “I couldn’t sleep.”

“Me neither. I don’t want you to doubt anything because I’m fully in, but we sure did make a mess out of things.”

“Yeah, you and your super sperm,” sitting the glass into the sink, Bucky genuinely beams at you. He stares at you like you did something special, and all you did was ride his dick. And you're growing his baby. You’re his incubator.

You gag, and Bucky is immediately walking to your side. His eyes hold every bit of his concern and fear, but his movements are so tender and loving that you want to melt into him. One hand cups your cheek, while his metal hand caresses your bump, and it’s the sweetest most tender thing you’ve ever felt.

“Morning sickness?”

“No,” tears start to brim your eyes. There’s so many conflicting emotions running through your mind, and they’re trying to be drowned out by your horny cunt. Ugh.�� “I just — sometimes I feel you’re just this way towards me because I’m carrying your baby.”

Bucky’s concern turns into the saddest of smiles, and you want to apologize to the man for making him have a puppy face. “I see why that seems like that. I fucked up. And Izzy sleeps like a bear in hibernation, so I can cuss without her hearing me. But enough about her. Enough about the pregnancy, and let's talk about us.”

“Us?”

“You don’t think there is an us?” You shrug. You could easily blame it on the pregnancy, but the fact of the matter is you’re completely unsure about relationships. Especially relationships now. People are just so casual, and you’ve been single for so long. Relationships weren’t your strong suit, so you just accepted you were going to be alone. And now you’re not, “I think there’s an us.”

This piques your interest, and that’s because you typically don’t pique male interests at all. “How — how do you mean?”

“I mean I don’t want another woman,” he says instantly. No hesitation.

“Because I’m pregnant with your baby.”

“Stop reducing what I feel about you to just the pregnancy,” you look away from him in shame. He doesn't sound angry, just annoyed, and that confuses me. “Can you look at me?” You shake your head no like a child. Scared to look into his pretty eyes because you’re feeling too much. These emotions are a lot, but you also need this conversation.

“Is this still because I didn’t contact you?”

“That definitely didn’t help.”

“Let’s start new then,” rolling your eyes, you finally look up at him. “Hi, I’m James Buchanan Barnes, but you can call me Bucky. My favorite color is blue, but most people will think it’s black. What’s your name and favorite color?”

Giggling, you give him your name. Running a hand down the swell of your stomach, you catch Bucky watching the motion, “My favorite color is pink. But not just any pink, the pale pastel pink of peonies.”

“Are peonies your favorite flower?”

“They are. Do you have a favorite?”

“Tulips. So what type of music do you listen to?” That’s cute.

“A bit of everything. I am very partial to cheesy power ballads though,” Bucky snorts, and reaches towards your belly but stops. “You can touch it if you want.”

“I told you we weren’t going to focus on the baby.”

“You can touch my belly, and still not focus on the baby. You like being a dad, huh?” He nods enthusiastically. “Was Izzy’s mom a traditional pregnancy?”

“Are you asking if she was a one night stand?” He’s a lot more blunt than you had intended, but the sentiment is still there, so you nod. Bucky sighs, and reaches for your belly. His eyes go off into the distance, but you know that the feeling of your baby is helping him. “She wasn’t.”

“Good. I thought you were going to have a problem.”

“Yeah, we were just — well, she was a cheater. Izzy is mine by the way, but while I was faithful she was fucking everybody. I want to be a dad. It’s one of the few things I’m good at.”

“I can think of a few other things,” Bucky smirks, and turns to look away. His cheeks turn the prettiest shade of pink with embarrassment and it’s the cutest thing. “Keep talking and rubbing our baby.”

“Kenton and I were toxic. I could never please her, and she is a terrible mom. I couldn’t tell you when the last time she saw my daughter was. She doesn’t even call her on special occasions, forget about it regularly. She blows in when she thinks she can control my life using my daughter,” he keeps using my. He doesn’t even consider whether Kenton is a mother or not.

“I was happy about our little accident, and she was happy about having a weakness for me. But I don’t regret it. You know my little girl, she’s perfect.”

“She really is, so that says something about how amazing of a dad you are,” she’s precious. Independent, smart, funny, amazing. “Have you ever considered being in a good relationship before having a baby?”

“Have you?” That kind of stings, but it is the truth. You’re no better than Bucky when it comes to when you have a baby. “Sometimes it’s not meant to be that way, but even accidents don’t have to be a bad thing. I don’t think this is, and I mostly blame myself.”

“Yeah, you could have called sooner.”

“I might have missed a lot in the beginning, but I won’t miss anything again. That’s a promise, and you being here says that you know that we have a future with this. I know this isn’t traditional, and maybe in a couple years we’ll realize that this isn’t working, but right now I want it to. I really do, and I want to do whatever it is that you need for it to work. You took the first step in moving in here, and I’m grateful.”

“You make it easy,” he does make it easy, but it’s a bit more than that. There’s a real connection with him. Even before the best sex of your life, you have never found conversation to be so easy with another human before. “We have a real chance with this.”

“So do you want to take it slow?”

“Sometimes.”

“Explain.”

“We’ve already not taken it slow,” Bucky nods at you. His lip quirks up in a crooked grin, and you want to knock him to the floor and start riding him into the sunset. “We can’t go back, and I don’t know if I want to. I know what your dick feels like moving inside of me, and I would very much like a repeat of that sooner rather than later.”

“Okay,” he steps forward, already puckering his lips. He kisses you so softly, and your eyes roll in the back of your head.

“Not tonight.”

“You’re killing me,” he puckers out his lip, pouting, and you want to change your mind.

“I’m killing myself. My pussy is throbbing so bad right now,” shouldn’t have said it.

“Can I touch it?” Oh…that’s forward, and makes you quiver more.

“What?” Your head flicks towards him so fast. You did not expect that comment at all. But at the same time you invited the opening of it. You didn’t have to mention your pussy.

“Your pussy. Can I touch it?” Sighing, you lean more into him, but he takes a step backwards, and another. His hand slides to the small of your back, and he pulls you with him. It’s not by force, but your body is reacting faster than your brain can catch up.

“I read that pregnancy can heighten pleasure for women.”

“You and my best friend are reading the same thing,” God, you want him to touch you so bad. But it feels wrong to rush this. To go in so hard into a sex based relationship when you’re supposed to take it slow. Damn this close proximity.

“We don’t have to have sex, but have you been sexually satisfied since…”

“No,” while talking about embarrassing things might as well let it all out. “I have tried so many times to masturbate, but it’s like I can’t fully climax.”

“You poor thing,” his voice is teasing, and his steps quicken. You need him to help you out.

“Do not patronize me. Where are you dragging me to?”

“First, I’m not dragging you. I’ve barely got a hold of you, and you’re coming willingly. Secondly, I’m going to make you an offer, and you can either walk to your bedroom, and leave me, or you can take me up on that.”

“Okay,” there’s no way you can walk back to your bedroom now.

“Okay,” he doesn’t stop walking. Going right in the direction of his bedroom. Of course.

“What’s the offer?”

“No sex,” you want to growl, and blow out a sigh of relief all at the same time. “But you’re wound up so tight right now. Let me play with your pussy, and see if you can get off,” whatever he wants, give it to him immediately.

“Can you go get one of my toys?” That went zero to sixty. You need to get off though. It’s been four months.

“If that’s what you would like,” you would really like for him to be inside you, but you’re totally taking it slow.

“It just feels better to come on a fake dick than on nothing,” Bucky growls, and slowly closes his eyes. “The jelly red one is my favorite. But there’s also a clear one.”

“Your socially awkwardness, and needing to fill the silence will be the death of me one day. Okay, no sex, but I want to play with your pussy. I want to lick you, finger fuck you, suck on you, but mostly I want you to sleep, and quit having so much pent up tension, okay?” You nod your head so quickly as he opens the door to his bedroom.

“And I want the clear dildo so I can hopefully see what it looks like when your walls clench around it,” why is that so hot?? “Now, lay on the bed, take off your panties, and when I come back in here, I expect your legs to be spread wide. And I’m going to lay on my stomach, in between your thighs. I gotta relax you.”

Gotta relax you? Oh he’s so full of shit. This has nothing to do with relaxing you and everything to do with him playing with your pussy, and you don’t even care. It seems fair. You’re the one growing a baby. You’re also the one that is on a four month dry spell, and all because you can’t climax without him it seems. Maybe afterwards there will be some clarity.

“Where’s your toys?”

“Bottom drawer on my bedside table.”

“You’re so typical.”

“Bucky! I need to come,” he nods, and zooms out of his bedroom. It won’t take him long to get back, so you shimmy out of your panties, and go towards his giant luscious bed. He’s going to be the death of you, and still, you will die knowing that he has fucked you, and he enjoys playing with you. What could be so bad about that?

He’s respecting your issues of no sex, while you can maybe get off. You miss it. But the thought that it’s not an orgasm you miss but that nothing is ever going to feel like him crosses your mind. Maybe it’s not just the feeling of going over the edge as much as it’s Bucky, and that’s a sobering thought.

You can’t think too much about it, so instead you strip out of your panties, and crawl onto the bed. The pillows smell like him. Like an inhumanly amount of him. There’s a quick thought of wanting to roll around on his bed just so you smell like him, too. But you’re not a fucking dog.

Bucky, armed with your clear dildo, slings the door open, and gently closes it back. Locking it before he’s stalking over towards the bed, “I said panties off, and legs spread,” on command you let your legs fall open. Reaching to your shoulders, you start to pull the thin straps off your body. Exposing your new tits.

“Wow,” he can’t figure out what it is he wants to look at. At your glistening cunt or your engorged breasts. But he keeps landing on your belly. Where his child grows inside of you. You and Bucky didn’t make the child out of love, it was purely lust. But you couldn’t have chosen a better baby daddy than the one that is creeping towards the bed with a newly washed dildo dripping in his hand.

“Are you going to say anything?”

“Wow,” you roll your eyes, and look up at the ceiling with a smile. At least he still found your changing body as sexy as he did that night. You’ve always been a thicker girl, and he seemed to love gripping your hips while he pummeled into you. Grunting out his breaths with every snap of his hips. “You look amazing.”

“I look pregnant.”

“Same thing,” is his response as he lays down onto the bed. Coming face to face with your pussy, and you suddenly get nervous. This is not taking things slow. This is letting a man ravish you with his mouth, and your clear toy. “You’re soaked.”

“Side effects of pregnancy,” what a damn lie.

“I could get used to this side effect,” his nose rubs over your swollen and throbbing clit at the same time as his tongue licks a long strip up your center. Flattening the appendage over your slit until it spears into you. He moans as your taste ignites his taste buds.

Your body bucks into him. On autopilot, and forgetting about being shy, you fuck yourself on his tongue. Letting him greedily taste you. And too soon he pulls his tongue out of you. Lifting up, you peek over the mountain of your stomach, and he’s watching you intently. Flicking his tongue over your bundle of nerves, and then drawing it into his mouth with a strong suck, and your head slings back.

Gripping onto his hair, you attempt to hold him in place. Letting his mouth, tongue and teeth work your sensitive little nub. Bucky pushes two fingers into your warmth, and he works your body like he’s studied for it. Every move of his lithe fingers is exactly what your body has needed, and been deprived of. Every inch of his fingers feel like the sweetest sin, and you think about begging for more.

You want it, but don’t need more. You want every pound of his thick body over yours again. You want every inch of his thick cock inside of you. But you need to pull the reins on some things. This is where you have to draw the line. But you have been frustrated. You have needed this. To feel this.

Maybe it’s not just the feeling of euphoria as much as it’s Bucky. Just maybe your body craves him as much as your heart and mind do. But just maybe you want to give you and Bucky, and your future family a fighting chance. Your family. A family with Bucky.

“Hey,” panting, you look between your legs again as Bucky pulls up your clear dildo. “Eyes on me when I push this into you,” you give him a nod of your head. You’re captivated by the smear of slick on his wiry beard. The way he looks almost crazed pulling your lips apart.

He works the toy through your slick. Lord knows that you’ve become quite a sloppy slut since you’ve been pregnant. Your body can lube up the toy. His mouth falls open in a silent moan when he places the toy at your entrance. Keeping you spread wide, he pushes past your walls, and you whimper out his name. Crying at the stretch, and just having him right here with you.

The way he gazes at your body like you’re a work of art, misifies you. You don’t know what you did to deserve this man or even what you did to get him back, but you can’t let him go without a fight anymore. He’s far from perfect, but you want him. You want him a whole lot.

He doesn’t stop the toy until it’s deep and seated within your wet heat, and he just holds it there. Panting nearly as much as you are. Pulling it out a little bit, he tries to stare through the toy, and into your body with so much fascination, you don’t even know if this is sexual or just pure curiosity. And then he pushes it into you so fast you yelp out in pleasure.

He pumps the toy into you over and over again. Each time with more pressure, but instead of watching your dripping cunt, he’s staring at your face. Watching each change of your features as your body writhes in pleasure. Like he’s doing your bidding by giving you so much pleasure. Staring at your chest rising and falling with your heaving breaths. To look at where his baby is housed. He’s never been more aroused in his life.

Kenton refused to have sex while she was pregnant. Always gave so many excuses, but you and your body are ecstasy to him. This is what he’s always wanted. His best friend is right, he has the worst breeding kink, and the worst part is he didn’t get to enjoy trying to get you pregnant. It just happened. But seeing the changes in your body because of him is the most beautiful thing in the world.

The two of you can go out to dinner, and people will know that he fucked this baby in you. They’ll know that you take his cock like the pretty little slut you are. Respectfully of course. They’ll know that his seed somehow traveled up your body to fertilize you. It’s fascinating. And the sexiest thing he’s ever seen.

Somehow you’re more beautiful stretched out with him. He’s constantly inside your womb, and you love it. You wanted it. You chose this. You didn’t even try to find him because you were given something you wanted, too. And somehow you were brought back together because this is where you are meant to be. In his bed, being pleasured by him.

He��d prefer it be his own cock, but this is still amazing. A different view of your pleasure. A different angle to see the way your body stretches out. A closer seat to the sounds of your slicked up cunt. You’re the most incredible woman he’s ever met, and he’s too scared to say it because he knows that it’s going to be going too fast.

But if he could, he’d have you on your knees while he fucks you from behind. He’d have you bouncing on his cock while he rubs over your belly. And he’d have you laying on your side, while he stabs into you in the spooning position.

He wants it all. Breakfast in bed, while you get a few more minutes of sleep. Coming home to your pregnant self and Izzy cooking dinner. He can go shower, and by the time he’s finished the three of you are sitting at the table enjoying the food as a family. He had intentions with this house, and he knows he’s found the woman for it. Even if it's just the one baby, he doesn’t care. But if you want, he’ll keep you full of him.

You lift your head up, and look down at Bucky. How is this man devouring your pussy like he’s starved, and humping the bed like he’s driving into your pussy, while simultaneously fucking you with a clear toy the sexiest thing you’ve ever seen? The best thing you’ve ever felt. Well, he feels better. But there’s something animalistic about Bucky’s movements.

He’s not even paying attention as much as he’s soaking up everything. It’s beautiful. He’s desperately trying to get you off, but unable to stop himself from his own motions. It’s primal. And you wish you could get out of your head and just let things naturally take place. You could have him. You know that he wouldn’t stop you.

But this pleasure that he has building up in your body is something that you have been aching for since the last time. It’s easy enough to say it’s just the pleasure, but it’s so much more. You and this man will forever be entwined with each other. Forever. Good or bad. But this isn’t bad. This is amazing.

The sweet relief of feeling your pleasure build and build starts to hit its peak. It puts you right to the edge of the cliff, and you stare down at the ocean eyes of Bucky, refusing to break the contact, “Let go,” and just like that, you dive into the abyss of release. Letting it wash all over you, and cover you in a high that has only ever been obtained with Bucky.

He doesn’t let you come down. He keeps sucking on your clit, and pushing you further and further into the deep, and you know if you don’t come up for air soon you will drown. But this is a feeling you haven’t ever known. You want to be pushed to your limits because you’ve been wound so tight.

Bucky lets your pleasure build again, and the cool air of release washes all over you, and your legs tremble around his body. Convulsing in a way you’ve never felt from an orgasm. And when you come to, Bucky’s face is buried in your cunt as he laves up every drop of your honey.

“What. Was. That?” You stare down at him in awe. He’s amazing, and you don’t even care how he got to that point.

“That was something you’ve needed,” he presses a tender kiss to your swollen and sensitive clit before leaning back. You smile at his own soaked crotch. Releasing by dry humping the bed. That’s a new one, “Yeah, I made a mess, but not as big as you did. Umm…” he starts to mumble as he stands, and walks over to a chest of drawers. Digging in the top drawer, he pulls out a pair of boxers.

Modesty is truly out the window, so he removes his soiled ones. Giving you a perfect view of his round ass and softening cock, and your eyes start to get heavy, but you can’t really move. “You look exhausted,” you respond by nodding your head. Your eyes are already starting to close.

“You want to sleep in here?” You nod again. There’s nowhere else you’d rather be. “Can I stay here with you?”

“It’s your bed,” so much for taking it slow. No sex is about as good as it’s going to get with the two of you going slow. Smiling Bucky walks over to the bed, and starts pulling the covers down. He covers you up as soon as he gets them down, “Have you not even attempted to sleep tonight?”

“No, I was restless.”

“Was?” You ask. It’s nice to know you weren’t the only one struggling to sleep apart under the same roof.

“Yeah, now I’m sleepy. Can I…?”

You flip over to your side, and reach behind you. Wiggling your fingers at Bucky like a child, “Cuddle me?”

“That’s what I was about to ask.”

“We’re taking things slow?” You remind him. But slow is long gone.

“Is that a question?”

“I don’t know,” you really didn’t. It didn’t feel like you were. “I don’t date around.”

“Are you calling me your boyfriend?”

“It sounds better than baby daddy.”

“Okay, girlfriend, get some sleep,” and you will. You know you will. Because for the first time in four months, you feel comfortable again.

Bucky sighs as his eyes flutter open. He’s unsure of how he got here in this moment with you, growing his baby, but he wouldn’t change a second of it. He knows that you and him have to either be on or off. It’s not just your feelings he has to consider, but Izzy’s. And last night gave him complete clarity.

Watching you tremble because of what he was doing to you made him crave you more, and not just your pleasure, but your company. All he was doing was enjoying himself last night, and he wanted more and more. Tasting your sweet honey, and watching your body stretch. It’s how he would like to spend every evening. Just playing with you.

And then you called him your boyfriend. Yeah, this isn’t conventional, but he likes you. He likes you a lot. And he’s sure that there will be times that you and he will get frustrated, and need some time apart, but this could work. It will work.

Waking up with you in his arms is the best feeling for him. His hand smooths down your stomach slowly, and he tries to feel the baby. You told him last night it is too early, but he knows he’ll feel the baby soon. And he’s going to be at every doctor’s appointment. And he’s going to make sure you get enough rest, and eat well, and enough sleep, and just have a good easy pregnancy.

You don’t even stir as he touches you. He loves the feeling of your body stretching and growing because of him. Pregnancy has always fascinated him. But this is different. This is being able to enjoy it, and worship your body changing for your baby. He knows he’s getting too deep, and he hopes that he doesn’t fully bulldoze into this relationship and scare you away, but he can’t get enough.

Bucky hears the door creak open before he hears her sweet voice. Already rolling to his back, but peeking over your body to see if you move. “Daddy?”

“I’m up, honey. Are you hungry?”

“Uh huh,” Bucky sits up, and checks one more time to see if you’re still sleeping, and Izzy gasps seeing your body. “Why is Miss Fawn in your bed? Is this where you put the baby in her belly? Can I have a slumber party in here, too?”

“Shh, Izzy, wait for me in the kitchen.”

“You don’t have a shirt on. Your boobies were touching her.”

“Izzy,” Bucky says softly but sternly. He checks one more time at your sleeping body, and still you’re sleeping. When was the last time you actually slept? Izzy lets out an exasperated puff of air before walking out of the bedroom. Pulling on his shirt, he walks over to you and presses a soft kiss to your forehead before he’s walking out of the bedroom.

“Since you shushed me, can I have chocolate chip pancakes?”

“Sounds perfect,” Bucky says, kissing the top of her head, and then going to the cabinets.

“What did you do in your bed? Because she fell asleep in her bed.”

Unable to look at his daughter, he starts adding ingredients to a bowl. “She couldn’t sleep.”

“Does she sleep better with your boobies touching her?”

“I think she sleeps better because the baby knows it’s daddy is close by,” Izzy gives a little chuckle, and walks over to the fridge for some juice. “Does it bother you that she was in my bed?”

“Can I tell my friends at school?”

“Umm,” eventually this is going to get out. Sometimes it’s better just to be honest about the entire situation. “Maybe we should talk about that with Miss Fawn, okay?”

“Okay,” Izzy clips as she climbs onto a stool at the bar. “Do you love her?”

“Too soon for that.”

“But you said that to have a baby there has to be two people that are in love,” Bucky looks up from his mixing, and turns to look at his daughter, “You did say that.”

“I did.”

“So why did you make a baby if it’s not love?” Smiling, she takes a sip of her juice, and stares at him. Sex is more than just love. But he can’t tell her that.

“Well…it’s — you see we’re, and it’s,” he takes a deep breath, stirring in some chocolate chips, “Yeah.”

“That is not an answer.”

“We’re getting there.”

“Getting where?”

“To the love.”

“So I can make a baby with…”

“No.”

“But daddy! You did.”

“I’m an adult. Can we talk about anything else?” Bucky returns to the pancakes, pouring out some batter onto the griddle.

“Miss Fawn’s hair smells good, hmm?” Bucky nods his head without even realizing he’s doing it. Just continues making pancakes. “It smells like chocolate.”

“It smells like flowers,” Izzy gasps again, causing Bucky to look back at her with a smile. She starts to giggle, covering her mouth as she does. “Nobody’s hair smells like chocolate.”

“What type of flowers?”

“Lilac,” you respond, walking into the kitchen. You had grabbed Bucky’s robe from the back of the door. You figured your tank top nightgown could be a bit too revealing in the morning. He looks you over, and you know you sound crazy, but he’s checking you out. Smirking when he notices the robe. “Why are we talking about my hair?”

“Because I like it. I’ve always liked it.”

“You said it smelled like chocolate,” Bucky guessed afterwards that Izzy was testing to see if he actually knew what your hair smelled like. Trickster.

“I was testing you,” Izzy giggles again, and hops off the stool to walk to you. Giving you a big hug. “It does smell nice. I want to smell like Lilas.”

“Lilac, and you can use my shampoo.”

“Daddy made chocolate chip pancakes.”

“That’s my favorite,” Bucky looks back at the two of you, and freezes. He doesn’t know what’s passing between the two of you, but it’s hitting him right in the feels. It’s this simple moment of you smiling down at Izzy, and she’s looking up at you fondly. It’s the sweetest most beautiful thing.

He can’t take his eyes off the two of you. Her hand nervously raises, and you nod your head. Letting her know it is okay to touch your belly. She’s been curious, and she’s reached a point of no return. Easing her hand upwards, she lays it on your belly, and smiles up at you with a scrunched up nose. Bucky feels as if he’s died and gone to heaven because this is the most perfect moment he could ever imagine.

“Bucky,” he blinks hard, trying to remove himself from the trance, “Bucky, I think the pancakes are burning.”

“Oh,” his attention goes back to the stove, and he knows he’s a goner. There is no way he can recover from this. He is doomed. He’s never going to win any argument. He’s a sap, and all three of you will have him wrapped around his fingers.

“You need help?” You ask stepping up behind him. You’re timid, but you do this scratching thing on his belly with your arm wrapped around him, and he’s sinking even further into your clutches.

“No. Why don’t you fix yourself something to drink, and will you make me a glass of chocolate milk?”

“Yeah,” whispering, you lean over his shoulder, and smile. Biting your lip before you go to make the both of you something to drink. How is that the sexiest thing he’s ever seen? How is being in this kitchen on a Sunday morning with you and his daughter, eating chocolate chip pancakes the best thing of his life?

Wrapped. There’s no other explanation. You have him wrapped tightly around your pinky. And there’s no going back now. He’s committed.

Masterlist

Taglist: @tis-thedamn-season @marveloustaylortot @buckybarnesisdaddy @lecliff37

@w1nter-wolf-barnes1 @distractingbeth @mdpplgtz09 @sjsmith56 @winterslove1917

@ryuuisthecutest @buckybarnessimpp @slowdownbeforeyouregretit @kandis-mom @thedonswife13

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buckybarnesisdaddy · 24 days ago

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🥹 Perfect little family!!

Kenton can fuck off… I actually think her and Scott would be perfect together 😌 Deadbeats.

See Through My Eyes, Part 4

Summary: First night at Bucky's house...

Pairings:

Rating: explicit

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, oral sex (F receiving), fingering, toy play, Bucky as a dad, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 6.3K

Series Masterlist

*dividers created by @firefly-graphics

Are you in his bed???

What is it like living there?

You’re totally fucking him, huh?

He’s got a big dick. I know he does.

He got you pregnant in one night.

Would you PLEASE fuck him again while you’re pregnant so I know if the sex is still good?

Talk to me.

I know you’re not asleep.

Get your ass on his dick.

Or your pussy. Whatever you prefer.

Can you please just text me back, I am drowning in my thoughts of you in that house alone with him. And his daughter. Are you sleeping with him???

Ma’am!!!

You are to answer your best friend back as soon as you’re finished with getting his dick. I know you’re not asleep!

Because you do.

You want to really bad. And pregnancy hormones are not helping. Not helping at all.

What do you want?

Well…..I wanted to know how he fucks now that you’re pregnant.

He’s my student’s father.

And your baby daddy. So….???

I’m in my bed alone if you must know.

WHY???? 😭 😩 Have sex for me. Have unprotected, unabandoned sex for me. Please. Pretty please.

PLEASE!!!

No.

You answered that way too fast. It’s you. Okay, this is what you’re going to do. You’re going to knock on his door and let him know that you can’t sleep.

No.

No! That’s what you’re going to do.

Next to his…

ARE YOU GOING TO ALLOW THAT TO HAPPEN??

It’s just…that room makes sense. We picked it out together.

And her mom isn’t in the picture, and isn’t this confusing? You living with her and her dad? It’s confusing you. So at night when she’s asleep you and Bucky can just talk. Or whatever.

So what exactly are you waiting on?

You don’t care. Bucky invited you here. He wants you here. And his baby. And you don’t get the feeling he just wants you here because of the baby. His baby.

Padding down the hallway, you cringe when you hear pouring water. Someone is clearly awake, and you hope it’s not Izzy. And since there’s pouring from the pitcher you assume it isn’t.

You sigh as you make it into the kitchen, and watch Bucky gulp down the last drop of water from his glass, “Is everything okay? Are you okay? Is the baby fine?”

“Me neither. I don’t want you to doubt anything because I’m fully in, but we sure did make a mess out of things.”

“Morning sickness?”

“No,” tears start to brim your eyes. There’s so many conflicting emotions running through your mind, and they’re trying to be drowned out by your horny cunt. Ugh. “I just — sometimes I feel you’re just this way towards me because I’m carrying your baby.”

“Us?”

This piques your interest, and that’s because you typically don’t pique male interests at all. “How — how do you mean?”

“I mean I don’t want another woman,” he says instantly. No hesitation.

“Because I’m pregnant with your baby.”

“Is this still because I didn’t contact you?”

“That definitely didn’t help.”

“Are peonies your favorite flower?”

“They are. Do you have a favorite?”

“Tulips. So what type of music do you listen to?” That’s cute.

“A bit of everything. I am very partial to cheesy power ballads though,” Bucky snorts, and reaches towards your belly but stops. “You can touch it if you want.”

“I told you we weren’t going to focus on the baby.”

“You can touch my belly, and still not focus on the baby. You like being a dad, huh?” He nods enthusiastically. “Was Izzy’s mom a traditional pregnancy?”

“Good. I thought you were going to have a problem.”

“Yeah, we were just — well, she was a cheater. Izzy is mine by the way, but while I was faithful she was fucking everybody. I want to be a dad. It’s one of the few things I’m good at.”

“I was happy about our little accident, and she was happy about having a weakness for me. But I don’t regret it. You know my little girl, she’s perfect.”

“Yeah, you could have called sooner.”

“So do you want to take it slow?”

“Sometimes.”

“Explain.”

“Okay,” he steps forward, already puckering his lips. He kisses you so softly, and your eyes roll in the back of your head.

“Not tonight.”

“You’re killing me,” he puckers out his lip, pouting, and you want to change your mind.

“I’m killing myself. My pussy is throbbing so bad right now,” shouldn’t have said it.

“Can I touch it?” Oh…that’s forward, and makes you quiver more.

“What?” Your head flicks towards him so fast. You did not expect that comment at all. But at the same time you invited the opening of it. You didn’t have to mention your pussy.

“I read that pregnancy can heighten pleasure for women.”

“We don’t have to have sex, but have you been sexually satisfied since…”

“No,” while talking about embarrassing things might as well let it all out. “I have tried so many times to masturbate, but it’s like I can’t fully climax.”

“You poor thing,” his voice is teasing, and his steps quicken. You need him to help you out.

“Do not patronize me. Where are you dragging me to?”

“Okay,” there’s no way you can walk back to your bedroom now.

“Okay,” he doesn’t stop walking. Going right in the direction of his bedroom. Of course.

“What’s the offer?”

“Can you go get one of my toys?” That went zero to sixty. You need to get off though. It’s been four months.

“If that’s what you would like,” you would really like for him to be inside you, but you’re totally taking it slow.

“It just feels better to come on a fake dick than on nothing,” Bucky growls, and slowly closes his eyes. “The jelly red one is my favorite. But there’s also a clear one.”

“Where’s your toys?”

“Bottom drawer on my bedside table.”

“You’re so typical.”

“Are you going to say anything?”

“I look pregnant.”

“Side effects of pregnancy,” what a damn lie.

He’d prefer it be his own cock, but this is still amazing. A different view of your pleasure. A different angle to see the way your body stretches out. A closer seat to the sounds of your slicked up cunt. You’re the most incredible woman he’s ever met, and he’s too scared to say it because he knows that it’s going to be going too fast.

“What. Was. That?” You stare down at him in awe. He’s amazing, and you don’t even care how he got to that point.

“You want to sleep in here?” You nod again. There’s nowhere else you’d rather be. “Can I stay here with you?”

“No, I was restless.”

“Was?” You ask. It’s nice to know you weren’t the only one struggling to sleep apart under the same roof.

“Yeah, now I’m sleepy. Can I…?”

You flip over to your side, and reach behind you. Wiggling your fingers at Bucky like a child, “Cuddle me?”

“That’s what I was about to ask.”

“We’re taking things slow?” You remind him. But slow is long gone.

“Is that a question?”

“I don’t know,” you really didn’t. It didn’t feel like you were. “I don’t date around.”

“Are you calling me your boyfriend?”

“It sounds better than baby daddy.”

“Okay, girlfriend, get some sleep,” and you will. You know you will. Because for the first time in four months, you feel comfortable again.

Bucky hears the door creak open before he hears her sweet voice. Already rolling to his back, but peeking over your body to see if you move. “Daddy?”

“I’m up, honey. Are you hungry?”

“Shh, Izzy, wait for me in the kitchen.”

“You don’t have a shirt on. Your boobies were touching her.”

“Since you shushed me, can I have chocolate chip pancakes?”

“Sounds perfect,” Bucky says, kissing the top of her head, and then going to the cabinets.

“What did you do in your bed? Because she fell asleep in her bed.”

Unable to look at his daughter, he starts adding ingredients to a bowl. “She couldn’t sleep.”

“Does she sleep better with your boobies touching her?”

“Can I tell my friends at school?”

“Umm,” eventually this is going to get out. Sometimes it’s better just to be honest about the entire situation. “Maybe we should talk about that with Miss Fawn, okay?”

“Okay,” Izzy clips as she climbs onto a stool at the bar. “Do you love her?”

“Too soon for that.”

“But you said that to have a baby there has to be two people that are in love,” Bucky looks up from his mixing, and turns to look at his daughter, “You did say that.”

“I did.”

“So why did you make a baby if it’s not love?” Smiling, she takes a sip of her juice, and stares at him. Sex is more than just love. But he can’t tell her that.

“Well…it’s — you see we’re, and it’s,” he takes a deep breath, stirring in some chocolate chips, “Yeah.”

“That is not an answer.”

“We’re getting there.”

“Getting where?”

“To the love.”

“So I can make a baby with…”

“No.”

“But daddy! You did.”

“I’m an adult. Can we talk about anything else?” Bucky returns to the pancakes, pouring out some batter onto the griddle.

“Miss Fawn’s hair smells good, hmm?” Bucky nods his head without even realizing he’s doing it. Just continues making pancakes. “It smells like chocolate.”

“It smells like flowers,” Izzy gasps again, causing Bucky to look back at her with a smile. She starts to giggle, covering her mouth as she does. “Nobody’s hair smells like chocolate.”

“What type of flowers?”

“Because I like it. I’ve always liked it.”

“You said it smelled like chocolate,” Bucky guessed afterwards that Izzy was testing to see if he actually knew what your hair smelled like. Trickster.

“I was testing you,” Izzy giggles again, and hops off the stool to walk to you. Giving you a big hug. “It does smell nice. I want to smell like Lilas.”

“Lilac, and you can use my shampoo.”

“Daddy made chocolate chip pancakes.”

“Bucky,” he blinks hard, trying to remove himself from the trance, “Bucky, I think the pancakes are burning.”

“No. Why don’t you fix yourself something to drink, and will you make me a glass of chocolate milk?”

Wrapped. There’s no other explanation. You have him wrapped tightly around your pinky. And there’s no going back now. He’s committed.

Masterlist

Taglist: @tis-thedamn-season @marveloustaylortot @buckybarnesisdaddy @lecliff37

@w1nter-wolf-barnes1 @distractingbeth @mdpplgtz09 @sjsmith56 @winterslove1917

@ryuuisthecutest @buckybarnessimpp @slowdownbeforeyouregretit @kandis-mom @thedonswife13

@sarahdonald87 @kmc1989 @slytherinequeen4life @ozwriterchick

@drdbnkl2008 @theinheriteddutchess

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buckybarnesisdaddy · 24 days ago

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FINALLY!! 🥹🫠🤭 my long awaited update 😌 They are so perfect and new and Bucky is DOWN BAD!!

See Through My Eyes, Part 4

Summary: First night at Bucky's house...

Pairings:

Rating: explicit

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, oral sex (F receiving), fingering, toy play, Bucky as a dad, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 6.3K

Series Masterlist

*dividers created by @firefly-graphics

Are you in his bed???

What is it like living there?

You’re totally fucking him, huh?

He’s got a big dick. I know he does.

He got you pregnant in one night.

Would you PLEASE fuck him again while you’re pregnant so I know if the sex is still good?

Talk to me.

I know you’re not asleep.

Get your ass on his dick.

Or your pussy. Whatever you prefer.

Can you please just text me back, I am drowning in my thoughts of you in that house alone with him. And his daughter. Are you sleeping with him???

Ma’am!!!

You are to answer your best friend back as soon as you’re finished with getting his dick. I know you’re not asleep!

Because you do.

You want to really bad. And pregnancy hormones are not helping. Not helping at all.

What do you want?

Well…..I wanted to know how he fucks now that you’re pregnant.

He’s my student’s father.

And your baby daddy. So….???

I’m in my bed alone if you must know.

WHY???? 😭 😩 Have sex for me. Have unprotected, unabandoned sex for me. Please. Pretty please.

PLEASE!!!

No.

You answered that way too fast. It’s you. Okay, this is what you’re going to do. You’re going to knock on his door and let him know that you can’t sleep.

No.

No! That’s what you’re going to do.

Next to his…

ARE YOU GOING TO ALLOW THAT TO HAPPEN??

It’s just…that room makes sense. We picked it out together.

And her mom isn’t in the picture, and isn’t this confusing? You living with her and her dad? It’s confusing you. So at night when she’s asleep you and Bucky can just talk. Or whatever.

So what exactly are you waiting on?

You don’t care. Bucky invited you here. He wants you here. And his baby. And you don’t get the feeling he just wants you here because of the baby. His baby.

Padding down the hallway, you cringe when you hear pouring water. Someone is clearly awake, and you hope it’s not Izzy. And since there’s pouring from the pitcher you assume it isn’t.

You sigh as you make it into the kitchen, and watch Bucky gulp down the last drop of water from his glass, “Is everything okay? Are you okay? Is the baby fine?”

“Me neither. I don’t want you to doubt anything because I’m fully in, but we sure did make a mess out of things.”

“Morning sickness?”

“Us?”

This piques your interest, and that’s because you typically don’t pique male interests at all. “How — how do you mean?”

“I mean I don’t want another woman,” he says instantly. No hesitation.

“Because I’m pregnant with your baby.”

“Is this still because I didn’t contact you?”

“That definitely didn’t help.”

“Are peonies your favorite flower?”

“They are. Do you have a favorite?”

“Tulips. So what type of music do you listen to?” That’s cute.

“A bit of everything. I am very partial to cheesy power ballads though,” Bucky snorts, and reaches towards your belly but stops. “You can touch it if you want.”

“I told you we weren’t going to focus on the baby.”

“You can touch my belly, and still not focus on the baby. You like being a dad, huh?” He nods enthusiastically. “Was Izzy’s mom a traditional pregnancy?”

“Good. I thought you were going to have a problem.”

“Yeah, we were just — well, she was a cheater. Izzy is mine by the way, but while I was faithful she was fucking everybody. I want to be a dad. It’s one of the few things I’m good at.”

“I was happy about our little accident, and she was happy about having a weakness for me. But I don’t regret it. You know my little girl, she’s perfect.”

“Yeah, you could have called sooner.”

“So do you want to take it slow?”

“Sometimes.”

“Explain.”

“Okay,” he steps forward, already puckering his lips. He kisses you so softly, and your eyes roll in the back of your head.

“Not tonight.”

“You’re killing me,” he puckers out his lip, pouting, and you want to change your mind.

“I’m killing myself. My pussy is throbbing so bad right now,” shouldn’t have said it.

“Can I touch it?” Oh…that’s forward, and makes you quiver more.

“What?” Your head flicks towards him so fast. You did not expect that comment at all. But at the same time you invited the opening of it. You didn’t have to mention your pussy.

“I read that pregnancy can heighten pleasure for women.”

“We don’t have to have sex, but have you been sexually satisfied since…”

“No,” while talking about embarrassing things might as well let it all out. “I have tried so many times to masturbate, but it’s like I can’t fully climax.”

“You poor thing,” his voice is teasing, and his steps quicken. You need him to help you out.

“Do not patronize me. Where are you dragging me to?”

“Okay,” there’s no way you can walk back to your bedroom now.

“Okay,” he doesn’t stop walking. Going right in the direction of his bedroom. Of course.

“What’s the offer?”

“Can you go get one of my toys?” That went zero to sixty. You need to get off though. It’s been four months.

“If that’s what you would like,” you would really like for him to be inside you, but you’re totally taking it slow.

“It just feels better to come on a fake dick than on nothing,” Bucky growls, and slowly closes his eyes. “The jelly red one is my favorite. But there’s also a clear one.”

“Where’s your toys?”

“Bottom drawer on my bedside table.”

“You’re so typical.”

“Are you going to say anything?”

“I look pregnant.”

“Side effects of pregnancy,” what a damn lie.

“What. Was. That?” You stare down at him in awe. He’s amazing, and you don’t even care how he got to that point.

“You want to sleep in here?” You nod again. There’s nowhere else you’d rather be. “Can I stay here with you?”

“No, I was restless.”

“Was?” You ask. It’s nice to know you weren’t the only one struggling to sleep apart under the same roof.

“Yeah, now I’m sleepy. Can I…?”

You flip over to your side, and reach behind you. Wiggling your fingers at Bucky like a child, “Cuddle me?”

“That’s what I was about to ask.”

“We’re taking things slow?” You remind him. But slow is long gone.

“Is that a question?”

“I don’t know,” you really didn’t. It didn’t feel like you were. “I don’t date around.”

“Are you calling me your boyfriend?”

“It sounds better than baby daddy.”

“Okay, girlfriend, get some sleep,” and you will. You know you will. Because for the first time in four months, you feel comfortable again.

Bucky hears the door creak open before he hears her sweet voice. Already rolling to his back, but peeking over your body to see if you move. “Daddy?”

“I’m up, honey. Are you hungry?”

“Shh, Izzy, wait for me in the kitchen.”

“You don’t have a shirt on. Your boobies were touching her.”

“Since you shushed me, can I have chocolate chip pancakes?”

“Sounds perfect,” Bucky says, kissing the top of her head, and then going to the cabinets.

“What did you do in your bed? Because she fell asleep in her bed.”

Unable to look at his daughter, he starts adding ingredients to a bowl. “She couldn’t sleep.”

“Does she sleep better with your boobies touching her?”

“Can I tell my friends at school?”

“Umm,” eventually this is going to get out. Sometimes it’s better just to be honest about the entire situation. “Maybe we should talk about that with Miss Fawn, okay?”

“Okay,” Izzy clips as she climbs onto a stool at the bar. “Do you love her?”

“Too soon for that.”

“But you said that to have a baby there has to be two people that are in love,” Bucky looks up from his mixing, and turns to look at his daughter, “You did say that.”

“I did.”

“So why did you make a baby if it’s not love?” Smiling, she takes a sip of her juice, and stares at him. Sex is more than just love. But he can’t tell her that.

“Well…it’s — you see we’re, and it’s,” he takes a deep breath, stirring in some chocolate chips, “Yeah.”

“That is not an answer.”

“We’re getting there.”

“Getting where?”

“To the love.”

“So I can make a baby with…”

“No.”

“But daddy! You did.”

“I’m an adult. Can we talk about anything else?” Bucky returns to the pancakes, pouring out some batter onto the griddle.

“Miss Fawn’s hair smells good, hmm?” Bucky nods his head without even realizing he’s doing it. Just continues making pancakes. “It smells like chocolate.”

“It smells like flowers,” Izzy gasps again, causing Bucky to look back at her with a smile. She starts to giggle, covering her mouth as she does. “Nobody’s hair smells like chocolate.”

“What type of flowers?”

“Because I like it. I’ve always liked it.”

“You said it smelled like chocolate,” Bucky guessed afterwards that Izzy was testing to see if he actually knew what your hair smelled like. Trickster.

“I was testing you,” Izzy giggles again, and hops off the stool to walk to you. Giving you a big hug. “It does smell nice. I want to smell like Lilas.”

“Lilac, and you can use my shampoo.”

“Daddy made chocolate chip pancakes.”

“Bucky,” he blinks hard, trying to remove himself from the trance, “Bucky, I think the pancakes are burning.”

“No. Why don’t you fix yourself something to drink, and will you make me a glass of chocolate milk?”

Wrapped. There’s no other explanation. You have him wrapped tightly around your pinky. And there’s no going back now. He’s committed.

Masterlist

Taglist: @tis-thedamn-season @marveloustaylortot @buckybarnesisdaddy @lecliff37

@w1nter-wolf-barnes1 @distractingbeth @mdpplgtz09 @sjsmith56 @winterslove1917

@ryuuisthecutest @buckybarnessimpp @slowdownbeforeyouregretit @kandis-mom @thedonswife13

@sarahdonald87 @kmc1989 @slytherinequeen4life @ozwriterchick

@drdbnkl2008 @theinheriteddutchess

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buckybarnesisdaddy · 24 days ago

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This was an unexpected story but I am SsSsOoOO here for it!!! 🫠😅🤭

A Beautiful Nightmare, Part 1

Summary: Ryan Ackerman was hired to find you. That's all he wants to do. And he did. He found you exactly where you parents said you would be. But what exactly did he get himself into? A religious compound that is more cult-like than he anticipated. All the missing people aren't missing. They're in a trance for him. Reverend Drew Devlin is the devil himself. And you are going to change their world.

Pairings: Ryan Ackerman X Reader, Drew Devlin X Reader

Rating: mature

Warnings: language, slapping across the face, implied drugging, paranoia, naked body and not remembering of what happened, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 3.9K

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*dividers created by @firefly-graphics

This town is dead.

There is nothing more for over a hundred miles. He’s not even sure how it can be considered a town. It’s a desolate area that has been consumed by feminine and wasted away. Leaving only this pathetic gas station.

He is sure that this is some form of cruel joke. If there wasn’t desert and asphalt as far as the eye could see he would worry about a masked murderer lurking about. Alas, there’s nothing. Stretched out either way. A place to pass through and forget it ever had a zip code.

He growls shoving the gas nozzle back into place. The fucking pump isn’t even working. Wiping the sweat off his brow, he struts into the convenient store, hoping that there is another working gas station just out of his vision. He’s fucked if there isn’t.

Walking in, he hears an immediate slapping of skin on skin. A gasp of confusion and hurt. “You know your fucking place,” a slimy voice whispers out as he looks around the rows of religious flyers and candles with a man on them. This isn’t a normal convenient store. There’s not a damn thing convenient about this place.

“Excuse me!” He raises his voice, looking to the counter. There you are. Clasping a hand on your cheek with glassy eyes, and you look away from him. Your sight is on the counter, looking meek as you try to avoid him.

“What do you want?” A tall man with long blond hair that is about four days past washing asks. Angrily he looks at you, and then back at him. “Well?”

“You don’t have gas.”

“And?”

“This is a gas station.”

“This is freedom for your eternal soul!” That escalated quickly.

“Yeah. I think…I think I’ve heard enough. Is there a gas station close?” The man shakes his head no, but the new intruder to your hell hole looks around your body. Smiling as he tries to see your face. “Are you okay?”

“She’s fine. There’s nowhere else.”

“Then I need to use your phone,” he shakes his head no. “You’re giving me no options here. I need gas. If there’s nowhere else close I need to call someone to bring me some.”

“We don’t like strangers,” this man is starting to piss him off.

“My name’s Ryan. Ackerman,” Ryan smiles at the other man. He looks the same age as him. But what he really wants is to actually see your face, and talk to you. “So what is it that I need to do?”

“Get lost.”

“I think you’re a bit confused. If I leave I won’t make it far,” this conversation is going nowhere but in circles, and it’s starting to piss Ryan off.

“Then you won’t be our problem.”

“Is she your girlfriend?” Ryan sees you shake your head no, but the man laughs. A cruel laugh. “Wife?”

“What do you want?” The man growls out, clearly annoyed with this line of questioning. You’re a sore spot.

“Gas! I want gas. I need gas, and then I’ll leave you alone,” the man looks between you, and Ryan, and then back again. This man isn’t the one in charge, but judging by your panicked stare, neither are you. “Don’t you want to show Christ’s love, and help someone out?”

His head flicks towards you, and you finally look upright. Keeping your eyes on the man, Ryan sees a perfect handprint on your cheek. Bastard. He’ll pay for that one. “She’ll get you sorted, but you have to take her home.”

“Is this where you ambush me, and murder me for my organs?”

The man’s eyes go wild, and he laughs maniacally. Throwing his head back to chuckle before the laugh stops immediately, “No. Have a blessed day,” that was truly horrific in the most bizarre way.

“Yeah, blessed be the fruit,” he murmurs, turning to walk back towards the door.

Before you can get away from Shuggie, he grabs your arm, and pulls you closer to his body, “Remember your position,” he spits at you before pushing you away. Shimmying your shoulders, you put on your best smile, and walk out the store.

You gulp as you see him leaning against his pickup truck, squinting into the sun, “Unless you’ve got gas, I don’t know how you can help me.”

“I do,” you wave him to follow you as you walk behind the store. Glancing over your shoulder to make sure he’s following you to the back shed.

“Is this where you murder me with an ax?”

This man and murdering is strange. He’s an odd one even if his eyes look awfully familiar to you. A kind face, and you feel as if you can trust him despite his murder talk, “No, I have no intentions of murdering you, Ryan Ackerman,” opening up the shed he whistles at the gas cans, and you grab one. “What is your obsession with being murdered?”

“You’ve never heard about the people who get lost out here, and never to return?”

“Uh huh,” getting close to him, he reaches his hand out for the gas can. Touching you in the process, and you glance up at his eyes. Beautiful silvery blue eyes with too many questions in them. “What?”

“You’re one of those people,” you let loose of the gas can, and walk back towards his truck. He isn’t asking, he’s telling you. So he must know exactly who you are, but he didn’t know just how important you were for ‘Him’. “You just live out in the desert?”

“Something like that. Put the gas in the car, Ryan Ackerman,” walking around his truck you sling open the passenger door, “And quit talking. There’s ears here,” slamming yourself into the seat of the truck, you fold your arms against your chest, and stew. Who does he think he is coming out here? Is he out here specifically for you or is he passing through?

Ryan gets into the truck, but holds his hands on the steering wheel for too long, “Drive. He’s counting.”

“Who is counting?”

“Shuggie. Just drive,” you want to scream for him to move faster. Every second counts. Every moment that you’re not where you’re supposed to be according to the plan. He is supposed to know where you are at all times, and this is deviating the plan. “Drive!”

“Where am I going?”

“There’s only one way.”

“Are you in trouble?” He asks as he puts the truck into gear, and starts rolling down the road. You look into the mirror, and notice Shuggie walking out of the store, and following you down the road. Pulling out his phone to call ‘Him’ of course.

“Not if you drive.”

“I don’t understand.”

“It’s not for you to understand. Just take me home so he won’t get mad, okay?”

“If he gets mad will he hurt you?” You shake your head no. He is a bit more complicated than that. But you can’t explain to him. An outsider. “Can you help me understand?”

“Take a right up here.”

“There’s — that’s where that old church is. There’s nothing else, but death and decay.”

“Just take a right,” Ryan rolls his eyes, but does as you say. The creepy feeling about being murdered doesn’t linger now that it’s just you. “I’m not missing by the way.”

“Your family has no idea where you are.”

“But now I’m found,” there’s something unsettling about how you say that. Both pained and wistfully. “See,” you point at the window, “Up ahead. People only see what they want to see.”

Ryan’s eyes go large as he sees a compound of sorts. Metal buildings spread across the property in front of him. “What is this?”

“Home. Are you staying for dinner?”

“Do I have a choice?”

“We always have a choice,” you respond creepily as you glance out to the side. It is getting about dinner time, and you’re not late. “I have to go get ready. Say you’ll stay, and no, you won’t be murdered,” you giggle, turning to look at him, and his blood freezes. It’s not just your pictures posted all over the internet, he feels like he actually knows you.

“Will you stay?”

“Just for dinner,” that’s all you thought you would stay as well. Then you were found. Found by ‘Him’, and he wrapped you up in his glorious arms, and he’s never let you stray again.

“Mmm, once the sun goes down, you’ll want to remain here,” he pulls into a parking space, and puts the truck into park. “It’s dangerous out here at night.”

“I feel you’re trying to keep me.”

“So what if I am?” You giggle again, and jump out of the truck. “Hector! My friend, Ryan Ackerman, needs a room.”

“Hey, daddy!” Ryan gulps getting out of the car, nodding to a man in a light blue suit. “Daddy, this is my friend, Ryan.”

“Sweetheart, what have I told you about talking to strangers,” everything about this man makes Ryan’s skin crawl. It’s unnerving how his motions and even his smile seem calculated. “Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Ryan. I’m Reverend Drew Devlin, but you can just call me Drew. What brings you out to these parts?”

“Umm, ran out of gas.”

“That seems to be the usual around here. You run out of gas and the good Lord brings you right here into our loving arms,” gross. There’s no way that this guy is for real. “Now, this little one really should be running off and getting ready for dinner. It’s a special one for you, darling,” Drew gives you a wink, and a too quick pat to your ass. It’s too low, but too quick for most to even notice.

“Kyle?”

“Ryan.”

“Ryan, what exactly do you want with my maiden? I know you didn’t come all the way out here to take her away from me have you?” Ryan shakes his head no. Confused on what exactly is going on right now. Daddy. Maiden. “You see, our community runs on people being honest with one another, so I need to know exactly what your intentions are with my maiden.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about. I ran out of gas, and she offered to give me some if I brought her home.”

“And in doing so, you might have brought yourself home,” he gets a sinking feeling in his gut. These words are not from a normal preacher.

“Is this a cult? What is happening?”

“This,” Drew holds his hands out wide, and spins in a circle, “Is a religious community, and you are our guest. Please, follow Hector to your room to change. It’s a big night tonight. My maiden is committing herself to the community. Now won’t you be a peach, and change out of your unfortunate clothing for the glorious occasion. She can only commit herself once.”

Ryan nods his head, and follows a young boy away from the creepy ‘reverend’. This is most definitely a cult, and that man is most definitely a creep. He’s confused about the title of daddy. Your mother and step father are looking for you. But have you wound up with your biological father. Did they send Ryan on a wild goose chase to find you, and then he finds you here. In the arms of a creepy cult.

His biggest fear is his rescue mission may have in fact become a rescue for two. It won’t be easy for him to get out of here. Especially since you’re with him. You seem important to the leader. His personal little bit. He shivers at the thought.

Ryan blinks his eyes hard. Everything blurs together. Moving in odd patterns of flowy white. One moment he’s watching you walk down the tables in a white dress, and the next he can’t hold his up as he watches swirls of people. Moving all around him in such loud laughter.

Undulating your hips as they scream out praises to their Lord, and thanking their fearless leader. You bounce around in white. But your dress becomes muddled with your skin until it’s the same shade as your body, and the soft movements of your skin seem more prominent.

He can’t keep his eyes off your smiling face, and your crown of flowers. The way your curves dip and flow with the music. Watching as your body recoils with every spin you take. He shouldn’t be able to see these details of your body with such a flowy dress.

His eyelids grow heavy as you dance around Drew. Standing in front of him, you let him hug you from behind. And it must be such a beautiful hug because your head tilts back, and you scream out the praises of his name as he touches you low on your stomach. Too low. It’s almost pornographic the sounds that you make pressed against Drew.

His head dips to your ear, and Ryan wonders what he’s whispering to you. Is he telling you how beautiful you look? Or is he giving you instructions on how to cut his head off with an ax. Whatever it is, your sights move to Ryan, and he can feel your giggles. This place really is bringing out the best in you.

“I’ll make you proud, daddy. For us,” you say before filtering away from him. Everything in Ryan is boneless, but his body feels heavy. Every bit of effort for him to blink. But he sees you. Draped in golden light. You look prettier close up.

Prettier than your photo. You are something special. Something else entirely. Your skin feels so soft and immaculate up against his body. “I’ll come and find you later,” you whisper in his ear. “Only you can save us.”

“You need saving?” that gets his attention. He doesn’t know you, but he knows something is off. He’ll protect you. He’ll do what he has to.

“We can change the world!” You bounce around him, looking bathed in that intoxicating light again. He’s floating. Floating on air, and all in your mind. “I’ll find you, but I need you. Promise me you’ll help.”

“I’ll do anything.”

“Anything?”

“Whatever you desire,” you wink as you pull his hands up to your chest. Letting him press his hands against your body for him to feel your rapidly beating heart. And skin. So much skin.

——

Ryan groans, wiping away the sleep from his eyes. His body feels spent. Sore in places he didn’t even know existed. Mind cloudy as he tries to figure out where the hell he is, and why his arm feels so heavy.

“Mmm,” he attempts to sit up, and can’t move. Looking at his arm, he gasps. “What — what the hell?”

No wonder he couldn’t move. You’re laying on his arm. Peacefully. And naked. Curled into him. He remembers you. Remembers being hired to look for you. But where is he? “Hey,” he whispers into your ear. You look immaculate in this morning sun. Beautiful. You’re freezing laying on top of the covers. He says your real name out loud, and your eyes flutter open.

“You’re awake. What happened?”

“I think — I think I’m naked.”

“Yeah, a bit,” he has a cute smile. Slightly crooked, but his cheeks turn the prettiest shade of pink.

“Oh, dear,” your voice goes up an octave as you try to cover up your body. “He’s not going to like this.”

“Who?”

“Reverend Drew. I’m not — oh no. No!” Your hands start searching your body, feeling for sore spots. “Did we have sex?”

“I — I don’t know.”

“He won’t like this. You — I-I-I…I need to leave. Yes. I wasn’t here. I wasn’t naked. Nothing happened, okay?” Ryan isn’t sure that anything did happen. But he doesn’t even know how he got here. How you got here. But you’re naked as the day you were born, while he’s very much still clothed.

“Are you like a virgin or something?”

“Or something,” you respond, confusing him even more. “Ryan, I like you,” you didn’t know him. But you like his smile. You love his arms. And he has really pretty eyes and adorable freckles. “Can you keep a secret?”

He would do anything to keep you safe. He nods his head eagerly. It’s not just your looks, it’s reading your file. You’re his perfect woman. You smile sweetly at him, still nude as you lean in and kiss him softly on his lips. It’s the most innocent and needy kiss he’s ever felt. Your mouth lingers on his as you start peppering kisses on his lips. Running your tongue over his mouth before he opens up.

This has nothing to do with a kiss, and everything to do with you. He’s unsure of what happened last night, but he’s sure of right now, and how you’re so sweet kissing him. Moving your body closer. He returns the touch of your tongue with his own, and sparks fly. It’s an odd feeling. A weird obsession that he wants to keep you. Save you.

You asked him to save you! You.

Your lips taste like berries on a summer evening. He reaches towards your body, and he almost recoils when he feels your bare skin, but you just whimper, moving closer. He wants to pull you into him, but he doesn’t know you, and doesn’t want to overstep your boundaries. But you’re desperate for him.

Crawling onto his lap, your body starts to move over him with so much frenzied desire. He mewls out your name, and you pull back from him panting. “Are you okay, Ryan?”

“Are you? You asked me to save you last night.”

“Yes. Save,” your eyes go wide as something beats on a wall far away from the room the two of you are in. “Ryan, it’s complicated.”

“Explain it to me.”

“Maiden! Where’s my maiden!?” More banging on the walls, but it’s coming closer. Someone is moving down the hallway. “Maiden!”

“Are you…?”

“Yes! And Reverend Drew is going to be so upset. Give me this,” jumping out of his lap, you pull at the sheet on his bed. He’s so confused with his morning mind, and he’s pretty sure he was drugged last night. You fashion the sheet around your body. “I’ve got to go. I’ll see you in the garden.”

“What is this?” There are too many questions. And nothing makes sense. The only thing he’s pretty certain of is he’s stuck here just as much as you are.

“It’s the Four Way Temple. I,” you jerk your head towards the door as the beating down the hallway walls gets louder, more aggressive. “I’ve got to go.”

“Are you in a cult?”

“It’s complicated,” you say as you walk out the door. Getting met with another slap to the face that takes you to the floor in a lump on the ground, “Reverend.”

“Where were you sneaking off from?”

“Nowhere. I was sleep walking again,” he gives one of his famous smiles that you know is all for show as he nods his head, and Shuggie pushes the door open, revealing Ryan.

“Did you touch her?!” Starting to rush towards the door, Shuggie closes it again, holding it tight, and trapping Ryan in there as he beats on the door.

“Now, did my little maiden spread her filthy little legs for that bastard in there?” His put on southern accent grates on your nerves, but you shake your head no. “Good girl,” those words don’t quite hit you like they used to. “Go on, gather yourself up, and be waiting for me in my chambers. Let me deal with this asshole. If he’s going to stay here, he needs to know his place.”

You swallow bile, standing up. Holding your head in shame, you do as ‘He’ told you. You’ll wait, and do what he tells you again later. You always do.

Drew shakes out his body. Going from the almost cruel and fearsome leader, back into the charismatic fool before snapping his fingers, and Shuggie opens the door for him.

“I swear to God if you hurt her,” Drew holds his hand up with that fake bright smile, but it’s the gun that’s pointed at him from Shuggie’s hand.

“Now now, young gun. There’s no sense in you getting upset about what I do with my maiden. May I ask what she was doing in here,” his eyes scan over the bed before meeting Ryan’s, “In your bedsheets?”

“I don’t know,” it’s mostly true. He doesn’t know what you were doing in here. “I woke up with her in here.”

“Are you calling my maiden a filthy little whore?”

“No,” Drew’s mouth twitches as he says it. If he’s your father he clearly has an issue with you with other men.

“She was naked. But I suppose her little performance last night left her a little dazed and confused,” performance? Ryan vaguely remembers you dancing around everyone. Dancing — nude. “Hmm. What business do you have coming here?”

“I ran out of gas.”

“Oh, that’s right. Your dirty little lie,” what is with this guy? “Now, you want to know what I think? I think that her disgusting mother and step father hired Ryan Ackerman to come and find her,” Ryan’s face goes ghostly white. “Here’s a secret, everything that beautiful maiden does, she loves. Everything that happens to her and her body, she asks for. I could send you on your way, but I have a feeling you’re not leaving without her, huh?”

Ryan sits stoically. He’s got himself into a whole fucking ton of trouble, and he knows it. All for you, “You’re free to go. And she can go with you if she wants. But she doesn’t want to. She has a higher purpose. She is the epitome of submission. There’s no higher service than that, and she will be greatly rewarded for it.”

“What do you do to her here?”

“Oh, she’s treated like a queen. Everyone adores her, and knows what her true calling is. And I won’t let some scrawny little boy who thinks he's a big man private investigator take her away from me. From us. She’s more important than you will ever know,” Drew offered him the freedom to leave, but men like Drew can’t be trusted. You have to play their games.

“If you excuse me, I have worshiping to do on my knees. I expect you to be at my sermon tonight. If you’re lucky maybe I’ll let you kneel before the altar,” Drew gives Ryan a cruel smile as he turns around. “You can’t believe everything my maiden says, young gun,” Drew winks before he leaves.

Ryan has very little more than his thoughts, and the strange Shuggie left. “Does he keep her here for sex?” Shuggie’s head tilts to the side, before looking out into space. “Have you fucked her?”

“No.”

At least he answered that time. “Do you want to?”

Shuggie hesitates, before shaking his head no. “What do you want me for?”

“Labor. You can go out to the gardens,” exactly where you said you wanted to meet him.

“She called him daddy last night,” Shuggie shrugs, but Ryan knows what he heard. “So it’s a pet name? Is he into that kink?”

“Shut up,” Shuggie opens the door, pointing down the hallway. “You ask too many questions. It’ll get you in trouble.”

“What happened last night?”

“The start of a new age.”

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