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perdidosbucky-yyo · 2 days ago

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FUCK ME this has no right being so fucking hot.

Your depraved mind knows no bounds my love, well done jsjsjsjs

groomsmaid

18+

as bucky's best friend and his groomsmaid, you have a lot of different responsibilities on his wedding day. one of them includes helping him relax.

content warning: bestfriend!bucky x f!reader, mature themes, mention of drugs, adultery, cheating kink, bucky and reader are terrible people, depraved evil people, PICK ME!READER VIBES, smut (rough sex, daddy kink, degradation and praise kink).

a/n: i know i said i was taking a break from writing after completing real people (available at a masterlist near you) but i'm on my period so. this happened. caution. kinky.

You fiddle with the flower in his breastpocket until it's perfectly set, at which point you smile. "Looking good, bucket," You tell him with a wink.

"Says you," He replies, looking you up and down while stroking your hip. "I should force you into pretty dresses more often, butternut."

"You can try," You laugh softly, glancing at the clock on the wall. "Dot's makeup team arrived a little late, so she won't be ready for another forty minutes."

"Forty?" He asks with a pained look. "Fuck. I just want this day over with, already."

"That's not very romantic," You scold, hitting his shoulder.

"I don't mean it like that," He claims. "My nerves are going crazy. Feel like I'm gonna have a panic attack. Everyone keeps saying this is the biggest, most important day of my life. I can't handle that kind of pressure, you know me."

You place your hands on his face, cupping his cheeks as you lean in closer. "Look at me, Bucky. Dot did not spend all that money on New York's most sought-after wedding planner for you to worry about anything going wrong. Each second of the ceremony and reception has been meticulously planned and carried out by professionals; the only thing you have to do is show up and say, 'I do.' This isn't in your hands. There is no pressure on you. The responsibility of this day belongs to someone else," You say firmly, staring up at him. "You look incredible. You've got your vows written down. There is nothing about this day that you could ruin. Nothing."

He lets out a sigh, nodding. "Yeah. Yeah, you're right," He says calmly. "Thank you, butternut. I don't know what the fuck I'd do without you."

"That's what best friends are for," You say, rubbing his shoulders. "Now, we have forty minutes to get you relaxed."

Wincing, Bucky tilts his head. "I need a joint, or something-"

"You are not standing at the altar, smelling of weed-"

"Something," He groans, throwing his head back. "You got any coke on you? Call Pete-"

"Bucky, you are not getting high on your fucking wedding day!" You exclaim, hitting his shoulder.

"I need something to take the edge off, butternut," He whines, sitting down on the couch with a thud, slumping down.

You follow him, sitting next to him and resting a hand on his shoulder. "I can get you a glass of wine?" You offer. "There's about a hundred gallons of Wilson's champagne in the hall."

"Not enough," He grumbles, his eyes flickering down to your hand. Slowly, he reaches up to stroke your fingers, and his thumb glides over the opal ring he bought you with all his savings when you turned 16. His eyes meet yours when he squeezes your hand before taking it and placing it on his crotch.

Your breath hitches in your throat when you feel his boner under his pants, making your heart skip a beat. "Bucky, what the fuck are you doing?" You ask him with a whisper.

He keeps the innocently blank look on his face as he makes your hand squeeze down, biting his lip. "Jus' help me out, butternut," He mumbles as his eyes darken. "Help me relax."

You don't pull away when he makes you rub him over his pants, feeling your cunt throb. It's been a long, long time since college - since you and Bucky experimented with adding sex to your friendship - but you feel yourself fall into the familiarity of his sex appeal with ease.

"You're insane," You murmur, meeting his eyes. "And getting married in less than an hour."

"And I need you, now," He utters lowly, biting his lip as he slowly begins to undo his pants before pulling out his hard, throbbing cock. "Need you to make me feel good, like you used to. Remember?"

A soft laugh leaves your mouth as your hand moves to wrap around him instinctively. "How could I forget?" You ask him, your heart racing in your chest.

He wraps his hand around yours and makes you stroke his cock, up and down, while his eyes darken. "Fuck, baby," He groans, his weakened voice sending sparks of pleasure through your veins. "That's it. You know how I like it."

When he lets go of your hand, you continue stroking him. You lean forward and spit on the tip, making him shudder. Using your hand to spread your spit up and down his shaft, you move closer and kiss him. He groans into your mouth, his hands moving to grab and grope your body.

"Gotta be inside you, baby," He grumbles, squeezing your ass as he pulls you onto his lap. "Need to fuck that tight pussy one last time."

It's wrong. So wrong. Beyond betrayal. Beyond evil. Dot's a lovely person and is likely the most excited and happy she's ever been knowing she's marrying the love of her life today.

And you let him push your panties to the side and sink his cock into you without another thought.

"Oh, fuck," Bucky groans as he throws his head back over the couch, filling you with every inch he has. Utter pleasure takes over his face, that look in his eyes being one you've missed seeing.

Fuck it. You've gone too far already. Might as well go all the way.

With your hands on his shoulders, you start riding him, letting out moans as he grips your hips tightly.

"Just like that, butternut, ride my fuckin' cock," He grumbles, keeping his eyes on yours. "Such a good girl for me, aren't you?"

"Yes, Bucky," You whine, your stomach flipping.

"Let me do what I want to you, don't you?" He asks with a sly grin, before grabbing hold of your waist, lifting you up, and pushing you face down on the couch. He quickly moves to return his cock to your hole, fucking you deeper in this position as he squeezes your hips. "Fuck, you little slut. Take it. Like the good little fucktoy you are."

Your eyes roll back as he pounds into you, using one of his hands to pull your hair.

"Missed this pussy so bad. Nobody takes my cock like you, y'know that?" Bucky moans, fucking you harder. "Nobody. Nobody is as good as you, good at being my little cumslut. You'd take anything I give you, wouldn't you? Say it."

"I'll- I'll take anything, daddy," You whimper, digging your nails into the couch.

"Atta girl," He says, and you can hear the grin on his face. "Gonna use you whenever I want. Can't believe I neglected this pussy for so long. Wrap so tight around me."

"Daddy," You cry out just as his cock brushes against your g-spot, making you dizzy.

Bucky leans down so his lips are by your ear. "I know, baby, I know," He coos. "You're such a good little slut for me. Tell me."

"I'm your slut, daddy," You say obediently as your heart races. "I'm so close."

"Yeah?" He asks you with a dry laugh. "Gonna cum already? Pathetic little baby, show daddy how good he makes you feel."

You suck in a gasp as you feel every nerve in your body light up, tingles running through your thighs as your orgasm takes over. A loud scream leaves your lips and Bucky quickly slaps his hands over your mouth, before pushing his other hand between your legs and rubbing your clit. Your body seizes up as he rubs quick circles onto it, you're as sensitive as ever, unable to take any more. You scream against his hand, begging him to give you a break, thrashing up against his body, but to no avail. He's having too much fun torturing you. Overstimulating you until you freeze up, cumming again, heavy sobs wracking through you as you do.

"Good girl, good girl, I knew you could do it for me," He whispers into your ear, smirking slyly as he takes his fingers off your throbbing clit. "You always take it so well. Make me so proud, my good little slut."

Weak noises leave your mouth. You feel brain dead. Your eyes are half-shut, your chest heaving against the couch. Bucky pulls out of you and you barely even feel it, unable to register your physical surroundings as you try to return to your senses.

He gets off of you and sits down on the couch, before flipping you over and bringing your head onto his lap. Your mouth lulls open instinctively, and he immediately stuffs his cock down your throat.

"That's it, that's a good little fucktoy," He groans, stroking your hair as he fucks your face. "I don't care how fucked-out you are, you're gonna suck the cum out of me, you got that?"

You can only moan around his cock, but he knows you're saying yes. Smiling down at you, he strokes your cheek.

"I love you, butternut. You're my best friend," He says between heavy breaths. "And the best cocksucker I know."

His dick twitches in your mouth when you swirl your tongue around his tip and speed up, staring up at him. He bites his lip, running his hand through your messed-up hair. As his cum begins to shoot out into your throat, he can tell you're about to choke and pull your mouth off of him, so he forces your head down, keeping your lips firmly at the base of his cock as he spills his seed into your throat. Your eyes tear up as you choke, your heart racing, and Bucky groans, thrusting his hips, fucking your throat sore.

"Fuck," He grunts, his jaw clenching as he looks down at you. "There you go, you whore. No need to breathe. Just swallow my cum. That's it. If you let a single drop fall past your lips, you're not fucking breathing again, you hear me?"

You nod as best you can, feeling lightheaded as you slowly swallow his load.

"That's my pretty whore," Bucky utters, rolling his eyes back as his head rests against the couch. "Might just fuckin' live in your throat."

Doing your best to remain conscious, you slowly breathe in through your nose, and out again, your breath hitting his abdomen. His head snaps up and he looks down at you.

"The fuck did I just say?" He says gravely, before using his fingers to close your nose. "No breathing until I'm done, you stupid slut."

Your eyes roll back as you lose your mind, hypnotised by this darker side to him. You've always known he had it and experienced it before, but it's been so long. Nobody else matches up to him- nobody else treats you this roughly, because nobody else is as comfortable with you. They don't know your limits, how far you like being pushed. Nobody can fuck you entirely, body and mind, like Bucky.

His cock softens in your throat and he slowly pulls out. You suck in a heavy gasp as he finally allows you to, breathing heavily as your head falls to rest on his lap.

Bucky puts his cock away before cupping your face in his hands, stroking your cheeks and waiting for you to catch your breath and return to Earth. He plays with your hair gently, not speaking until he sees the look in your eyes that tells him you've recovered.

"You did so good, butternut," Bucky mumbles softly. "I feel so much better."

Grinning up at him, you nestle your face into his big, warm palm. "That's what I'm here for, Bucky," You tell him, your voice slightly croaky. "Ready to go?"

Bucky smiles back down at you. "Let's do this."

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Bucky as a father🥹

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perdidosbucky-yyo · 2 days ago

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This really was a complicated chapter, on one hand it felt invasive and strange for Bucky to cut off Kotyonok's parents without even consulting her BUT, they really really suck and I don't buy their crocodile tears.

Also I love Curtis and how he treats reader 🥹❤️

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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Bleeding Bliss

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Pairing: vampire!Bucky x fem!Reader

Summary: Your first Halloween with Bucky

Wc: 1.3k

Warnings: love bites 😩, possesive behavior, dry humping, mentions of blood, implied oral. Please let me know if I missed anything.

a/n: this thing was very much inspired by this gorgeous moodboard made by @treatbuckywkisses

Halloween is your favorite holiday, you love it even more than Christmas.

So now that you lived in Bucky's mansion, you were figuring out how to ask him if you could decorate it and throw a party.

It was a known fact that he could never say no to you but he didn't like parties so you weren't sure what he would say.

"My love, this is your home now, you can rearrange it to your heart's desire" he chuckled, amusement in his icy blue eyes, he found it endearing that you still believed he could ever say no to you.

"I love Halloween, it's the second time of the year where I can be myself without getting into trouble" he said as his hands were already on you, cold-soft lips leaving a trail of kisses around your face and neck, making you shiver uncontrollably.

The mansion by itself looked like a creepy castle so after two long days of decorating, your home truly looked like a house of horrors, "When you first told me what you are I really thought you lived like this" you giggled as he rolled his eyes and lovingly nipped your cheek.

You hadn't told him yet what your costume was yet, you wanted to surprise him. You weren't sure if he would find it endearing or funny, the excitement to find out growing more and more.

As you slid up your red stockings the doors to your bedroom opened, in his stone cold beauty your man stood in a black-copper long embroidered jacket and trousers, long hair slick back, clean shaven... Calling him drop dead gorgeous would be an understatement.

He was looking at you like the first time you met, like you stole all the air and all reason to live and you dangled it in front of him, unintentionally teasing him, calling to him. He begged you (he didn't need to) to let him be a part of your life and he was about to do it again, but the smirk on your face brought him back to reality, "like what you see?", he almost laughed at the absurdity of your question.

Fake blood spilled from your luscious lips, all the way down to your neck, black eye contacts and prosthetic fangs in place; You wore a vibrant red and gold under-bust v neck corset along with a long see through skirt that allowed to view your black panties connected to your stockings and to top it all off... A black-flower halo crown that made you look ethereal.

His cock twitched in his pants, he used his vamp speed to be on you, slamming you against the dark wood wall, already inhaling the addicting scent of your blood which only made him even more feral, smiling as his fangs unwillingly sprung out, your neck screaming to be bitten.

His hands enjoyed the softness of your skin as your breathing became labored, you weren't expecting this but heat already pooled between your legs, the way he was grabbing you... You loved his possesive side but this was almost predatory. "You... look perfect sweetheart" he uttered into your skin, you could feel this fangs graze your neck, swallowing a moan you had to will yourself not just offer yourself to him like you usually did.

Saved by the actual bell, you heard people being welcomed into the house, which made Bucky almost growl "I'm tempted to just keep you here all to myself" he said half joking. Giving him a smile you kissed him, fully and passionately leaving him a little breathless and with red lipstick all over his lips, "Come my lord, we have guests".

The night was spent dancing, talking, eating very realistic bloody body parts (cookies), you were worried that he wouldn't enjoy himself or that he'd be self-conscious but Bucky proved you wrong. Watching him scare the shit out of most of the guests and then get praised for his 'costume' was definitely the highlight of the evening.

Watching the party as you finished your drink by yourself, you felt a pair of hands wrap around your waist from behind you, melting into his touch you placed your hands on top oh his, "having fun my love?" He whispered in your ear as he kissed your temple, you couldn't help but grin "today has been perfect Jamie, thank you", you knew calling him that made him lose his his mind, so he just tightened his hold on you and kissed your neck, holding himself back.

Bucky loved you more than words could ever express, from the moment he met you, he knew you were his life, but he'd never ask you to give up your humanity. Well over 500 years old, he still missed being human, it felt like an empty space that would never get filled, and the bloodlust made it worse, he didn't want that for you, but funny enough, you actually made that feeling go way.

He knows it's impossible but he'd swear you could make his heart beat again... He promised he'd never ask you, but the thought of spending the rest of his life being loved and cared by you and vice-versa made him want to ignore every single one of his morals and turn you to be his forever.

Last of your friends now leaving, as you waved goodbye and closed the doors, in a second Bucky picked you up as if you were a pillow and brought you to the fire place couple of mugs of hot cocoa and leftover cookies waiting for you.

Leaning down on the chesterfield sofa, you took off your heels letting out a pornographic moan which made Bucky chuckle, glaring at him, you smacked his thigh to which he groaned and made both of you laugh.

Enjoying the comfort the fire provided you broke the comfortable silence, "Do you want a finger or an eye?" you asked with a mouthful. Allowing you to finish your cookie Bucky picked you up and placed you on his lap, semi-hardened bulge right between your legs which made you gasp "I think I want something else" he murmored with a wicked smile.

Trailing the path of the fake blood with his thumb, he took his time watching you, making him even harder, which started to make you feel desperate, so you gripped his neck and slowly moved back and forth on his crotch, earning you a hiss.

"Seeing you... like me does something to me" he groans, fingers digging into your waist as he helps you move while his other hand grips your jaw "the thought of these fangs being real... That you could drink from me, i- fuck, it drives me insane", his words made you throb, small moans filling the room, slick from both of you soaking your clothes as you moved in sync.

"J-Jamie I'm close" you moaned against his neck, making him even more feral, speeding up your movements you pull him towards your neck, wordlessly begging him to bite you, his once cold blue eyes turned black, veins under his eyes prominent, turning to you one last time to make sure you wanted this, you nodded and that's all Bucky needed.

He tilted your head to the side, his tongue moving against your throat, you pulse quickened in anticipation, orgasm flooding you as his fangs sunk into your soft skin, biting down hard your blood fills his mouth and he holds it on his tongue for a moment, savoring it, the combination of everything that is you making him come; pure bliss blinding him.

Swallowing your warmth, his tongue moved against the wound as you whimpered, body pliant and willing, safe in his arms, "always so good for me" he groaned as he felt the slick between your legs. Once again he picked you up and carried you to your bedroom "now I want a taste of you" you yipped as he threw you to the bed and started taking off his clothes.

Gif by: @armavnd

Deviders by: @firefly-graphics

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