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straytravelor · 12 days ago

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Hello!

I know you just posted the dbf!actor!bucky fic not too long ago but I was wondering…

Could you possibly make some kind of part 2 where the reader’s dad finds out eventually? Like maybe it’s about a year later and maybe they get caught together or he just finally puts two and two together.

Thanks!

Part One

Part two of dbf!actor!Bucky x fem!reader

Words: <1k

Warnings: none

Summary: Finally spilling your secret to your dad

You thought the change would've been obvious to everyone. Bucky was not subtle by any means, and you always seemed to find him in a crowd, sticking to his side. Yet, nobody talked about it.

After your first night together, you expected your dad, or anyone really, to just know. You were still wearing his shirt when you got home the next morning, marks barely hidden by the neckline. When you walked in the living room to talk to your dad, you were picking at the skin around your fingers, waiting for him to blow up in your face.

But it never happened.

He went on as if nothing was different.

For a while, it almost upset you. How could nobody notice such a significant difference? Did they really pay that little attention to you?

Bucky's take on it was what made you change your mind, though. You brought it up after going out for a night in town and wanting to show him off. You wanted people to see what you scored and know he was yours, but nobody said anything. He listened to every concern you had, hugging you to his chest as he countered, "If others see us as not being any different, then we don't have to worry about being sneaky. We can still be us. And they can all mind their own business. "

His statement replayed in your head all of the time, but it ate away at you that you weren't yelling it from every street corner. Truthfully, who wouldn't want to? He was a silver fox, to say the least. Anybody would be lucky to have him in their life. It took all of your willpower not to shout it from the rooftops and tell every person you met.

At some point, however, the guilt of not telling your dad became too much. It felt like you were sneaking behind his back, and even as a fully grown woman, you felt bad. The feeling almost reminded you of stealing your dad's favorite snack from the cabinet as a kid and confessing later because you didn't have the heart to lie.

The moment came about 6 months after you and Bucky first got together. He wanted to take you out to dinner to celebrate the anniversary, so you dressed up. Wearing the fanciest clothes you owned, a little tote bag, and even a new lipstick, you went to check on your dad before leaving. You found him in the kitchen making a smoothie.

"You look awful fancy. Where are you off to?" His goofy smile was contagious. You couldn't help the grin that spread across your own face.

"I'm going with Bucky to eat dinner," you explained.

"Sounds fun. Have a great night!"

Your smile faltered a little, and you hesitated to start leaving. Your heart felt like it was in your stomach. His eyebrows furrowed, immediately noticing the change, "What's wrong, sweety?"

A second passed as you tried to gather your thoughts, "Do you really not mind?"

"Mind what?"

His genuine confusion made you feel worse, "That I'm going to dinner with Bucky."

He laughed a little, as if the question was completely absurd, "James is a good man, I trust him to watch after you long enough to eat," he joked.

You chewed on the skin of your lip, trying to put words to what you were feeling, "But it's just me and him. We're having dinner. Together."

His smile dropped a little, not understanding what your point was, "Yeah, that's what I figured. Is something up? Do you need to tell me something?"

"Nothing's wrong, I just-" you glanced away, biting again at your lip before continuing, "-what if it's not just platonic? What if it's him taking me on a date?"

Sympathy flashed across his features as he understood what you had been worried about. He stepped up to you and wrapped you in his own signature bear hug, "Honey, I already know. I've known since the night you stayed over there and came back with his shirt. He's a good man, and I've never seen you this happy. All I want is for you to be safe and enjoy your life, and if you've found that in him, I'm not going to step in."

You squeezed him and whispered, "Thank you." You stayed like that a moment until a thought crossed your mind that made you separate, "So it's not weird? Like, you're okay that he's your friend and also dating me?"

He thought a moment and tilted his head, "Honestly? It is kinda weird, but if he treats you right and this is what you want, then it's not my place to judge."

You giggled at his forwardness and gave him one last hug before you started to leave, "Thanks, dad, it's nice to know you have my back."

As you left, he called out, "Be safe!"

You ran ecstatically to Bucky, who was leaning against his passenger car door in your driveway. You couldn't wait to tell him everything, knowing it meant forever. No need to hide or leave out the truth. You were free to shout from the rooftops as loudly as you pleased, and you weren't going to give up that chance.

#x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x you #bucky barnes #bucky x reader #marvel mcu #mcu fandom #james buchanan barnes #no beta we die like men

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straytravelor · 16 days ago

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dbf!actor!Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

First fic I'm publishing here🫶🏼

Word count: 4.4k

Warnings: SMUT MDNI, age gap, older Bucky, daddy kink, oral (m!receiving)

Summary: Holding a watch party for the newest movie your favorite actor stars in, who happens to be your neighbor....and your dad's friend

When your dad told you that Bucky's new movie was coming out, you planned the watch party. You set up the inflatable projector, layed out all the comforters and blankets in the yard, put down piles of pillows, and prepped food. It was worth it to celebrate Bucky.

Bucky had moved in next door about 2 years ago. You could tell he was quite a bit older than you, but that didn't make him any less attractive. You were the first to greet him, face burning with heat as he shook your hand and simply said, "Call me Bucky," before your dad came out of the house and introduced himself to the new face, who then said his name was James.

He was quick to get along with your dad, always talking about football or the latest war movie. Which was how the two of you found out that your neighbor was actually an actor for some of those war movies. Bucky had served in the army and was honorably discharged after losing his arm and got recruited into movies because they wanted someone who had seen the front lines. "Easier to replicate the feeling of being in war when you really have been there," Bucky had explained to you.

Happy to support the gentleman's career, you watched all of his movies. You always said you watched them for the plot, but the plot to you was the 6 foot tall soldier always on screen in shirts a size too small. The directors knew what they were doing, and you always made a mental note to thank them for it if you ever met them.

Sure, he looked incredible in the movies, but it didn't compare to staring into his warm eyes while that soft smile shined your way. Especially when up close, you got to see the grey patches peaking through the hair of his beard. They always covered that up for his characters. What a shame.

You gave the setup one last look and nodded with pride. Maybe it seemed a little feminine when the only people coming over were a few of your dad's friends, but you knew they wouldn't care. Most of them would fall asleep before the movie was halfway done. And if they did mind, you could just bribe them with your snacks. Nobody was immune to your baking.

Once the sun started to set, you sat out brownies, chocolate chip cookies, popcorn, and drinks for everyone to help themselves to as they came in. In the midst of organizing the drinks, your dad stuck his head out of the back door, "Look who's here!" When he opened the door all the way, Bucky stepped from behind him and out into the yard.

Your smile reached ear to ear as you opened your arms for the man, "Buck!" Your dad went back in, presumably waiting on his friends to show up, as you wrapped your arms around the man's neck. When his hands glided over your waist to reciprocate, you had to step back, knowing it would cloud your mind the rest of the night if you didn't. "He didn't tell me you were joining. You wanna watch your own movie that bad," you joked.

He let out a gentle laugh, "No, nothing like that. I just wanted to see how my favorite girl would like the movie." His eyes roamed down to your lips and back up to your eyes, but you were both interrupted by your dad stepping out with two of his friends and a few beers, laughing away as they joined.

Your eyes lingered on Bucky longer than necessary. He would be the death of you, and you knew it. Yet you gathered your thoughts, swallowed them down, and willed yourself to say hello to the other approaching men and pointed them to the snacks as you turned on the projector to bring up the movie.

Bucky didn't leave your side. Instead, he leaned in and lowered his voice, "Where are you sitting, Doll? I'll make sure our spot is reserved." The closeness sent a shiver down your spine that you tried to hide. You really had it bad, and he wasn't helping. Our spot? What you wouldn't give for that to mean you were sat on his lap.

"Uhm, probably far right, you know I always sit at the end," and he did know. He had most of your quirks and preferences memorized. Despite his claims that it's just because he wanted to make friends comfortable, you knew he didn't know shit like that about your dad.

"James! You want a beer?"

He started towards the other guys, but you could still hear him respond with, "Nah, I'm good, maybe later," before grabbing two sodas you had set out. Bucky was the first to sit in the picnic area you created as the title of the movie popped up. The others filed in, plopping down to his left. It set a fire in your stomach, knowing he guarded the spot you wanted.

You pressed play and stepped to the empty spot next to Bucky. Your spot. The chatter from the other men dulled down as the beginning of the film boomed out. A soda being held out to you caught your eye. When you turned and smiled, Buck nudged your side a little, "Didn't think you'd get something for yourself, so I grabbed one for you," he whispered. What a man he was. Heat rose to your cheeks, a familiar feeling around him, so you avoided his gaze by suddenly focusing awful hard on the screen.

It couldn't have been more than 15 minutes before your posture started to get to you, so you laid back against the pillows you had set out. The movie was just starting to focus on Bucky's character, building a backstory to get you attached to him. But you didn't care about the fictional man when you were sat beside the real one.

Your eyes left the screen to admire the muscles that strained against his shirt. Briefly, you wondered if he had ever worn a shirt his actual size, but you placed the thought aside, silently thanking him for never checking the label. Or at least not caring what it said. Bicep the size of your head, chest like a brick wall, legs that could crush a man's skull, Bucky wasn't small by any means, and it just made him that much more attractive. Hell, if you looked like him, you'd show off, too. Fuck, he was a sight to see though.

When one of the other guys moved to lay back as well, you fixed your eyes back on the screen. You didn't want the others seeing you eye-fucking their buddy like he was a piece of meat for you to devour. That was your little secret. A moment of wanting for only you to know about.

Bucky laid down soon after, and the only two still sitting up copied. You giggled to yourself at the dad grunts that sounded from the men as they readjusted to get comfortable. It caught Bucky's attention, making him turn his head and whisper, "What?"

"Just silly old man noises is all," you whispered back, trying your best not to go into another fit of laughter.

"Old man noises? Cmon, we're not that old," he quipped back.

"Okay, grandpa, time to get you back to the nursing home," you giggled and covered your mouth, desperately trying to keep it together.

"Grandpa?! Now that's just mean, doll," he fake sniffled and crossed his arms, "How could you?"

You indulged his little show and rolled to your side, hugging to his torso and resting your head on his arm, "I'm sorry, Buck, I'm sure you're still young in spirit."

He cackled, breaking the silence of the group. You moved to take your arm back when the others looked, but he grabbed to you with one of his hands, keeping you where you were. The others went back to watching the movie as he calmed down, oblivious to anything being out of the ordinary.

Even when he stopped laughing, his smile still made his eyes and nose crinkle. That smile lived in your mind and heart. It gave you butterflies. It set a fire in your soul, a want to never see that smile fade. He looked so peaceful like this. You wanted to stay there forever. You analyzed every soft but chiseled feature of his, trying desperately to memorize this moment. Years of yearning was only made a little easier by memories like this, so you tried to make the most of it.

When you realized you were staring, you broke eye contact and rolled back to where you had been before and continued watching the film. Though you didn't know what was happening anymore, you fixated every atom in your body on not looking back at Bucky. You didn't want him to see right through you and find out how much you really wanted him. Of course, he always joked around and threw in the occasional sly comment, but that was just his personality. You knew he didn't want you the way you wanted him, so you just took what he would give you.

The movie was barely halfway before a few scattered snores echoed from the other end of the blankets. They weren't loud, so had you been really invested in the movie, you might not have even noticed. You smiled to yourself, knowing it was likely your dad. Yet, soon enough, a second set of snores started. In their defense, they weren't used to staying out this late. It was beyond their bedtime. So you didn't say anything when the third of the group joined the symphony of sleep.

Your will broke down, and you turned to look at Bucky, curious to see if he was next of the bunch. He was still wide awake, watching the movie. You couldn't help but admire. Bucky was unlike any man you had ever seen before. You needed him in ways you had never needed anyone. He was a forbidden fruit in your mind, though. Much older than you and friends with your dad. You could never see him wanting you.

That didn't stop your brain from turning into mush when he was around, or your skin from feeling like it was on fire every time he touched you. Bucky was a good man, though. Kind and giving and joyous, even when he tried to portray himself as a grump. Every bit of it attracted you more to him, but it stung, knowing he was too good of a man to see how he affected you and assume it was because of him.

He turned his head and looked at you, but you didn't look away, "I can feel you staring," he said, louder than you had spoken before since everyone else was asleep. You gave a quiet apology, but he continued, "You're looking at me like you want something from me."

You gave a small smile, thinking it was funny how right he was, "Maybe I do." The two of you always joked like this, making passes at each other and laughing it off. But his expression was less playful this time. He seemed to be searching your face for answers.

"What could you possibly want from me, doll?"

"Alot," you answered vaguely, still trying to be funny. You turned on your side to face him.

"Hit me with it, you know there's nothing I wouldn't provide for you," his sweetness made your heart twist.

You loved it when he doted on you. It fueled your fantasies of being his. Occasionally made you feel like a sugar baby that didn't have to do anything but exist. It warmed your heart and between your legs. "It's not that easy sometimes, Buck," you gave back lamely.

He knew you were holding something back, and he was going to find out what. He turned to his side to mirror your own position, "Doll, you gotta talk to me. What is it you want? I'll do everything in my power to make sure you have it."

How do you explain that it was him you wanted? Where do you even begin a confession like that? What would he even say? You sighed as a sad smile flashed across your face for a moment, "I don't think this is something you'd be able to give me, Buck. It's not something money can buy."

Bring a hand up to pet through your hair, he pushed again for an answer, "You'll never know if you don't ask. Try."

A knot formed in your throat that you couldn't swallow down. You couldn't handle staring into his hypnotizing eyes while you tried to keep yourself together. Maybe it was those same eyes that coaxed you into talking because you found yourself looking down at his shirt that suddenly became really interesting and mumbling, "You," quieter than even you could hear.

"What was that, doll?"

You licked your lips and closed your eyes, "You." When it was silent for a beat, you opened your eyes to find his jaw slack and eyebrows shot up in shock, "Don't look at me like that, I know it's crazy."

"It's not that I think you're crazy I just- doll, I'm twice your age. You said yourself I'm an old man, you'd be better off with someone your age," sadness swept across his expression as he said it. To you, it was pity. Pity for the young girl he didn't want but didn't know how to say it.

"I don't want boys, I want you," you shook your head, assuming explaining yourself would be a waste of time, and went to sit up, "I'm sorry, I'll go-"

His metal hand landed on your chest and pushed you back down, "Wait a minute now, I didn't say you could leave yet, doll, I was talking to you," his eyes held a hint of danger that you had never seen and made your core squeeze around nothing. "I never said I didn't see you the same way, I just said I might not be the right candidate for your active lifestyle."

Your breaths became heavier under his touch. You were certain that if it wasn't his metal hand on your chest, he'd be able to feel your heart pounding like it was trying to escape through your chest, "You're perfect. I couldn't see myself enjoying time with anyone the way I enjoy my time with you," you paused a moment to lick your lips before continuing, "Let me prove it to you."

"Oh, yeah? How do you plan on doing that?" The smile that spread across his face was dark, as if he was the one now hiding something. He was prepared to call you on your bluff.

Your stomach did flips under his watchful eye, "I'll do anything you want me to, just please let me have you, even if its just for a night. Please."

He leaned over you and whispered in your ear, "You're real pretty when you beg," before getting up on his knees and lifting you up bridal style. You squealed at the sudden movement into the air, but stayed quiet after he shushed you, warning you not to wake up the men around you.

While carrying you as if you weighed nothing, he let himself into your house through the back door and then out through the front, making sure to kick both closed as he passed. He shamelessly walked next door to his own and carried you inside to his bed, "You deserve nothing less than perfection and comfort," he explained while carefully laying you on his own bed.

The room smelled abundantly of him, sending sparks of heat directly between your legs that you tried to dull by squeezing your thighs together. You rushed forward and caught his lips with your own, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him in closer. He took no time to respond, hands finding your waist to hold as he moved in sync with your mouth.

He separated, staring down at you with that same dangerous glint in his eyes that he had before. Taking his hands from your waist, he put his long hair in a ponytail with a holder from his wrist to keep it out of the way, "You gonna keep that promise of yours, sweetheart?"

You nodded, not trusting your voice to stay steady when his eyes were roaming you like you were his prey. His hand gently grabbed to your chin, "Use your words or I won't go any further, babydoll."

"Yes, sir," it was automatic. You weren't sure how he'd feel about it, but your mind didn't give you the chance to ask.

"There's my girl. Such a good listener," he rubbed his against your cheek where he still held you, "Now, remind me, how exactly did you plan to prove that I'm all you wanted? Must've slipped my mind on the travel here."

Unable to find words, you grabbed to his hips and dropped to your knees on the floor, licking a slow stripe up the obvious bulge in his jeans and placed a kiss near the top of the zipper, keeping your eyes on his the entire time. "Is that right, sweet girl? Go ahead then, baby, keep your promise."

You wasted no time in undoing his pants and bringing them down just enough to let his dick spring free. You stared a moment, processing what you were getting yourself into, but started again when you could feel the saliva pooling in your mouth. Grabbing to his tip, you spat on it and rubbed it down his girthy length, quickly following your hand with your mouth by wrapping your lips around the head of his cock.

Bucky let out a low moan as you swirled your tongue and started bobbing your head cautiously. He brought the hand on your face up to your hair and pet through it, "Atta girl, just like that." The praise made you moan around his dick and yet again had your core squeezing around nothing, desperate for him, "Oh fuck, doll, that's perfect."

He grabbed a handful of your hair and gently guided you, doing his best to avoid snapping his hips against your mouth. But the way you were taking your mouth off him just to lick and worship his length before taking him in your mouth again was driving him mad.

Using the handful of hair in his hand, he pulled you away from him, making you let out a whine of disappointment. He laughed, "I'll let you stay down there another time but I'd much rather fuck you right about now," his words made you moan and adjust your hips to try and give yourself any relief, "My pretty girl is so eager, come back up here to the bed."

You clamored to listen to his direction, unable to think about anything but him and his words. All of your senses were filled with Bucky. You felt high off of him, like you were floating even when he had barely touched you yet. Yearning to see all of him, you reached for his shirt while he was kicking his pants the rest of the way off. You tugged at it and whined and he smiled down at you, "I told you baby, you gotta use your words."

You pleaded with your eyes, "Wanna see you. Please, sir."

"Good girl. So cock drunk and I've barely even started, how sweet," he said and tossed his shirt over his head. "Your turn," he gave you a smile before hovering over you on the bed, making you lay down while he grabbed to your shirt and tugged it off your body. You felt his hand run slowly up your back and stop at the clasp of your bra, carefully twisting and unlatching it in one motion.

Tossing it aside, he stared for a second, taking you in and committing every curve to memory in case he never got the same chance again. He kissed you again, much more intense than before. It was no longer a want to have you, it was a need. A need that he couldn't ignore when you were layed out all pretty for him. Without breaking the kiss, he pulled your shorts and underwear down to your knees before bringing your legs up to pull them all the way off.

Separating from your lips, he kisses and nipped at your neck while wrapping your legs around his hips. He earned gentle moans back in response as you bucked your hips upward, searching for friction. He sucked marks along your collarbones and shoulders, claiming his territory, "What is it, doll?"

You gave him the most pitiful whine you could muster, "I need you, Bucky, please!"

He smirked and rubbed his dick against your slick warmth, "Beg for it then, doll."

"Fuck, please! I'll do anything, I just need you, daddy, please!"

You didn't even notice the slip, but he sure did. "That's right, doll," he said while lining himself up and slowly starting to push into you.

You shifted beneath him, not used to the stretch, "Big."

Bucky shushed you and cupped your face, "I know, baby, just a little bit more, okay?"

You squirmed as his hips met yours, searching for more and less at the same time. It ached in a way that only made you want him more, "Please move, I need you."

He carefully rocked his hips back and forth, teasing you more than actually prepping you. Pulling out slowly, he whispered, "Taking me so well, doll. So perfect for daddy," when his words clicked, he snapped his hips up against yours. Starting a steady pace but drilling into you, Bucky didn't give you time to dwell on the title you gave him.

The movement of his hips was sharp, precise in a way that had your legs trembling around him. Every thrust rocked your whole body. "Still think I'm an old man?" He meant it as a joke but groaned as he felt you squeeze around him, "Oh, I see. My baby likes that, huh? She likes that daddy's older, is that right?"

All you could give back was a moan as his pace quickened. He reached his metal hand between your bodies and rubbed your clit in circles matching the speed of his hips. The unexpected metal sent you moaning again, the cold doubling your pleasure as he pounded into you. "Fuck, you're so gorgeous. All for me, all mine," he moaned out and latched back on to the skin of your chest, leaving more marks and love bites.

You were quickly being driven to the edge. Between him splitting you open, the friction on your clit, and the marks he was leaving, you weren't gonna last much longer. "Gonna- oh fuck- I'm-"

"I know, doll, I've got you. Daddy's got you, baby, let go," he said, not letting up or slowing down. The wave of pleasure completely overtook you, making your back arch and eyes roll back as you chanted, "Bucky," like it was the only word you knew. His own hips stuttered as you gripped him through your orgasm. Your legs started to tremble as you gushed on him, sending him over the edge.

With a final harsh thrust, he stayed buried in you and stilled all his movements. You could feel him twitching inside you as he came. He rested his head in the crook of your neck, groaning as he twitched again. He pulled out slowly and just lay there for a bit, enjoying you being there with him. You both took the time to catch your breath before he finally stirred, pushing himself up with his arms and starting to get up.

"No!" You held your arms out for him in protest, making him chuckle. Bucky came back to plant a gentle kiss on your lips before explaining, "I'm just getting a cloth to clean you with and both of us some fresh clothes, promise I'm not leaving you here, doll," he gave you another kiss and stood, "Daddy wouldn't do that to you," he sent you a wink and walked out, leaving you flushed like he always did.

When he came back, he had boxers on, and a few items were draped over his shoulder. He was careful about putting the washcloth against your skin, treating every motion with a delicacy you had never received from someone. Each swipe felt like a worship of sorts with how attentive he was. "I brought you one of my shirts and a pair of boxer shorts I thought might fit you," you inspected the items he handed over, smiling when you noticed they smelled of him.

Slipping the t-shirt on and standing to add the shorts to the outfit, you smiled up at the soldier. He huffed out a laugh, "You're staring at me like you want something from me again."

Your smile widened, and you stepped to Bucky, hugging him and looking up at him from his chest, "I couldn't ask for more than you've already given me."

"You could. And I'd let you have it."

Confused by what he meant, your eyebrows furrowed as you tilted your head, "Let me have what?"

"Forever like this. Us two against the world."

Out of pure excitement, you leaned up to kiss him, adding, "I'd love that," as you separated.

"For now, though," he started pulling you back toward the bed, "It's me against sleep, and sleep is winning," you giggled at his antics and hopped back up, moving all the way to the top of the bed this time.

"Okay, old man, is it past your bedtime?" You laughed as he crawled in beside you and gave your neck a playful nip.

"Don't pretend you don't like it, that pretty pussy of yours don't lie, doll," he pointed out, making you hide your face in his chest, "Awh poor baby." Bucky wrapped his arms around you and cradled your head. He placed a small kiss into your hair and let himself relax, "You're my baby, now. All mine," he whispered as you both closed your eyes and allowed sleep to take over your bodies, happy knowing it would be like this forever.

#no beta we die like men #is that just an ao3 thing?#x reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x you #mcu #sebastian stan #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan x you #on with the show

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