Omg I Love Lumberjack!stucky

Omg I love lumberjack!stucky 😍

Joooo have you seen Sebbys dancing story? What am I saying ofc you have!!

But like what if you mixed that and Chris 'awkward dancing tgt?? Like reader waking up to these boys jamming it out while making breakfast on a beautiful Sunday morning ( imagine them trying to twerk😂😂). Or coming home from a long day of work and just admiring the view

😍😍😍

Morning Wood

Pairing: Stucky x reader (Lumberjack AU but they are retired superheroes)

Word Count: 1,405

Summary: You and the boys are enjoying your time paradise. Retirement is good.

Author's Note: Hi love! Thank you so much for this fun and sweet request! It made me smile! I decided to have them living their best life in a beautiful and secluded cabin somewhere amazing! I also thought it would be an amazing excuse to use these gorgeous edits by my friend @thelemonadestxnd 🥰Hope you're having a lovely night and you enjoy this! Hugs! 💕Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by my sweet @firefly-graphics thank you lovely🥰

Warnings: soft and fun fluff, teasing, implied sexy fun, lots of silliness, Alpine

Edits NOT MINE: Credit goes to @thelemonadestxnd for BOTH of these gorgeous pieces!

It isn’t the warm sunshine or the loud twitter of the birds singing outside your window that wakes you from a deep and sated sleep. Even your fluffy white cat, Alpine, has his head up, pointy ears flat against his head and a disgruntled look on his face.

“Alpine,” you mumble. “What in the…?”

The cat meows in response, stretching and kneading at the sheets before curling back into a ball and closing his eyes.

“Yea…” you say in sleepy agreement, “I don’t know either. Back to bed.”

You lift the covers over your shoulder and snuggle back into the pillow, letting your eyelids softly shut until you hear the racket again.

“Whyyyy,” you whine.

With a frustrated huff you beat at the pillow before throwing the sheets off and swinging your legs over the bed. Steve’s large tee shirt falls to your knees and you stomp over to the chair and grab Bucky’s discarded flannel and put it on.

Something round and heavy thumps against your chest and you slip your hand into the breast pocket of Bucky’s flannel. Your fingers wrap around something smooth and slightly pliant. You smile to yourself and gently pat the pocket, whispering, “I’ll save that for later.”

“What the hell are they up to!?” you screech, peeking out the large bedroom window.

You can’t see either one of your boys but you can certainly hear them. You shuffle into the kitchen and see all the necessities for your favorite breakfast ready on the counter as well as a fresh bouquet of the most beautiful wildflowers at the center of the table.

You soften at the sight and slide on your slippers. When you open the large front door of the cabin, the morning air holds a slight chill that the late Spring sun is quickly chasing away and the air is sweet with the fragrance of new growth.

You step out onto the large porch and walk down the steps, making your way to the back of the house and the source of the commotion. With a few more steps you turn the corner of the house and the sight in front of you makes you stop in your tracks.

Both Bucky and Steve are standing near the pile of firewood, shirtless, suspenders hanging freely around their legs, with their axes over their shoulders and their tight jeans clinging to their thick thighs.

You swallow hard as your entire body reacts, goosebumps covering your skin and your thighs clenched.

“Stevie. Come on! America’s ass can do better than that,” Bucky teases.

“I’m trying pal,” Steve shouts as he continues bending and shaking his ass.

Bucky drops his axe and proceeds to show Steve once again how to twerk.

“Look Rogers. Legs shoulder width apart ok? Like you’re gonna do a squat. Really bend those knees.”

You reach into Bucky’s flannel pocket and pull out his hidden treasure, biting into the juicy flesh of the plum while you watch the entertainment unfold. You can’t take your eyes off them as you munch, glad for the small distraction of the fruit.

 Steve studies Bucky intently, his eyebrows drawn in with his focused concentration.

“Now, arch your back, you really want your butt to be out there ya know,” Bucky continues.

Steve positions himself the same as Bucky, nodding intently.

“We really need some music,” Bucky sighs. “Alright, hands on your knees and bounce.”

Bucky shakes his ass and you stifle a giggle, not wanting the show to end.

"Ok, ok, lemme try again,” Steve says once Bucky stops.

Bucky straightens and steps back, leaning against the wood pile.

Steve shouts, “I think I got it!”

You let out a snort and Steve’s mid twerk when he goes still while Bucky throws you a knowing smirk.

“Is that my plum?” Bucky asks, sauntering over.

You shrug, the motion purposefully casual as you lick the plum juice from the corner of your mouth.

“Hiya doll face,” Bucky murmurs as he takes you in his arms. “Lemme get some of that.”

He kisses the corner of your mouth, sucking gently before pulling away and humming pleasingly at the taste.

Steve walks over with a bright smile, planting his axe on the ground and leaning down to kiss you.

“And is that my shirt?” Bucky asks, fingering his flannel.

“And my tee shirt,” Steve adds.

“Yes, yes and YES!” you huff. “What about it? Couldn’t you two find other shirts to wear this morning?”

The boys stare at you before bursting into chuckles.

“Nah, too much work,” Bucky sings. “Besides, the sun is warm.”

“And what has you up so early sunshine?” Steve asks.

“YOU TWO!” you scold. “Alpine and I were all cozy in bed and then you two started a twerk party.”

“Bucky started it,” Steve states. “We originally came out here to cut the last of the firewood.”

“I just don’t want him going around saying he can do it if he can’t,” Bucky announces.

“But I can now,” Steve responds with a goofy grin.

“Well, I thoroughly enjoyed the show,” you giggle. “It just wasn’t the morning wood I was hoping to wake up to.”

Bucky drops his head, shaking it as he laughs loudly.

“I don’t get it,” Steve says. “What’s so funny about morning wood?

“Oh my gosh Stevie,” you snicker.

You grab Steve’s shoulder and pull his ear down to your lips. When he stands back up his eyes go wide and then his smile follows.

“Oh yea. That happens every morning,” he states. “Then we end up spending most of it in bed…”

Bucky walks by and slaps Steve on the back of his head before scooping you into his arms.

“We’re sorry we woke you doll face,” Bucky croons. “Let’s go have breakfast.”

You look over Bucky’s shoulder and wink at Steve as you finish off the plum. Bucky brings you into the house and sets you down gently on the kitchen island.

“Now, you just relax angel. Me and Stevie are gonna make ya breakfast.”

Steve slides between your legs for a quick kiss before meeting Bucky at the sink to wash his hands. They work in perfect harmony, easily navigating the kitchen space to prepare pancakes, eggs, bacon and a bowl of fresh fruit.

They set the table and smile proudly, matching lopsided grins when you lick your lips.

“Ya hungry doll? Bucky simpers.

“Uh huh,” you breathe out.

You slide off the island into Steve’s waiting arms. Steve sits down and pulls you into his lap and Bucky pulls his chair close.

“I guess getting woken up to watch you two shake your asses and then get a homemade breakfast isn’t the worst thing…” you simper, reaching for the fruit.

Bucky and Steve smile, their mouths stuffed full of pancakes. Alpine finally wanders in from the bedroom with a loud meow.

“Oh, look who has finally decided to grace us with his presence,” you chide. “Get enough beauty rest fluffball?”

The cat slips between Bucky’s spread legs and jumps up onto his thigh, perching himself daintily while he cleans himself.

“Don’t get any ideas cat. That’s my seat!” you say as you narrow your eyes at Alpine.

The cat lifts his tail and nestles closer into Bucky’s side, pawing at the spots of sun dancing over his metal arm.

“I swear he does it on purpose,” you whine.

“Don’t be jealous doll face,” Bucky purrs. “You know I’m all yours.”

You stick your tongue out at the cat and rest your head along Steve’s chest, lightly combing your fingers through the hair that lines his hard muscles.

Alpine watches your every move before tiptoeing across Bucky’s lap and placing one white paw onto Steve’s thigh.

You instantly sit up. “Don’t even think about it cat! THIS SEAT IS ALL MINE!”

The boys laughter is so quick and loud that Alpine jumps down with an unhappy meow and goes to lay in a ray of sun on the floor.

“You two,” Steve starts as syrup drips down his chin.

“So cute,” Bucky finishes with a smirk.

You swipe your thumb across Steve’s chin and then stick it in your mouth to lick it clean.

“Whatever,” you huff, nibbling on some bacon.

“I don’t think we can let our girl get outta bed early anymore Buck,” Steve says.

“You’re right Stevie. From now on any morning wood business stays in bed until she’s happy.”

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This was so cute 🥰🥺

King in your story

Viking Chief!Bucky x Princess!Reader (One shot)

Run-through: Everyone in your father’s Kingdom knows that the Vikings often raid the castle’s warehouses. They take anything they want. Food, gold, weapons. Although they never seem to hurt your subjects. But you had had enough. Given your training, and your need to defend your Kingdom, your father agrees to let you trap the Vikings and bring them in for negotiation because this habit of theirs needs to be stopped. You hated the Vikings, and you thought you always would. Until the moment you met a pair of blue eyes which made your world stand still. Bucky was the Chief of his people; muscular, rough and tumble, and arrogant. Not to mention a shameless flirt, and he got on your nerves the most. But you knew it from the very day you laid eyes on his very handsome face that no matter how hard you tried, some part of you couldn’t fully hate him, nor resist him - even if he was the rival.

Themes: viking!bucky, smut, fluff, banter, somewhat enemies-to-lovers, princess!reader, slight angst

a/n: this was meant to be short, but then I got carried away.

They came in great numbers in the dark of the night, every fortnight, like invisible but brave ghosts with only one goal - to steal and get away flawlessly without anybody seeing them.

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You, Always You: Part 19

“Noelle is okay.” The reinforced statement had been the catalyst that made you ease into a state of low yet tense anxiousness.

You were afraid of the results and the possibility that it wouldn’t go at all how you were expecting and wanting, and that perhaps this whole endeavour and attempt to make John pay, to move on to a better future would fail before it even got off the ground.

The steps you had taken were aided by Steve, by his gentleness with you and Noelle and the anger and aggression he had felt for John. Steve had done all that he could when he could, he had contacted the best lawyer he knew that handled cases like this, he had gone with you to the police department to file any necessary reports as well as putting you and Noelle up in his place.

It was an act that was as gentle as it was caring, while you and Steve were settling into a relationship there was a safe place for you to lay your head. Steve was a better man and father to Noelle than John would have ever been, and even if he hadn’t or wouldn’t been her biological father, he would love her like she was.

“You’re going to be okay,” Steve had promised you that the results wouldn’t change anything, he promised that no matter what he was here for you, “Noelle will be okay, nothing will change my mind.”

The door had opened and slammed shut, a sleek-looking office building in front of you was marked with a seek metal sign. The appointment Steve had made was going to be the first meeting you would have in person with the lawyer, the first face-to-face conversation that would be aided by the emails you had sent that contained paperwork and receipts for everything you had purchased and done for Noelle while John abandoned you both.

It wasn’t that you were after him for money or some kind of fiscal reparations, you only wanted to prove that he had done nothing and you owed him nothing.

“I want it to be done,” the strap of your crossbody purse had dug into your shoulder, or at least you felt it had, and no matter how often you tried to reposition the damned thing, it always shifted back, “I just want to move past this.”

“We will,” Steve had locked the vehicle and moved around the front end to stand in front of you, his hands reaching for yours, “sweetheart, we’ll be fine. This will be okay, and then we’ll be okay.”

Steve grasped your hand and brushed his thumb over your knuckles, the gentle feel of his flesh against yours was warm and comforting, granting you a relief you had never felt with anyone else. Steve could make you feel completely whole and perfect despite the chips and cracks, the pieces of you that felt tarnished by your ex and your past that was less than stellar.

Steve made you feel priceless and beautiful in all manner of ways, with every touch and every beat of his heart, he had made you feel as if you were more than you had ever been.

He was your perfect person, your ideal partner who was there for you when no one else was.

“He’s waiting for us.” Steve clasped your hands in his, first squeezing both of them and then letting go of one to smooth your hair down. “He’s got this all figured out.”

You followed Steve as he started walking toward the law office, your steps trailing after his as you both crossed the parking lot. The door had come into view, the names written on the front of the glass in black block lettering, Andy Barber’s title catching your attention.

Steve had promised he was a good one, he had assured that he was the best lawyer for your situation. Andy had already started working on the case, he had received the results of the paternity test and it was only a few more steps that needed to be taken before the trial could begin.

“You go in first,” Steve held the door open for you to pass through, brushing his fingers against your hips as you moved.

You stepped into the building and followed the markings for his office, taking the set of twists up to the second level. As you had come to the top, the woman behind the sleek resin desk had pushed her chair back and stood from where she was sitting, a courteous smile on her face. She walked around the desk and greet you both, first addressing you and then Steve.

There had been a handshake exchanged, then she directed you back to her desk to sign in before she could grant you access to Mr. Barber’s office.

“He’s got everything ready.” His secretary had spoken while you signed your name on the form, your hand steadied by Steve’s strong presence and the reassurance that no matter what happened, you would be okay. Steve would be there for you in every sense of the sword, in every physically possible way.

After the paperwork was signed, his secretary had set the paperwork back by her computer and then grabbed a physical file, tucking it under her arm. She had fixed her skirt and beckoned the two of you to follow her.

She moved from the desk she worked at to an office down the hall and to the left, the sleek silver name tag etched into the door had sat above a frosted glass panel set into the wood, giving you a small peek at the blurred image of a desk beyond.

“Mr. Barber,” the secretary knocked on the door before she grasped the handle and turned, “your next appointment is here.”

You and Steve were given access to the office, the door being held open by his secretary and as the two of you had entered the space, the lawyer in question had stood and moved around the desk to greet you both.

He was tall, almost as tall as Steve, with dark brown hair that was coiffed back, styled with little gel to keep it in place. He bore a thick well-trimmed beard that accentuated his plump lips, and if you hadn’t known better you may have thought that he and Steve were related.

“Steve,” he greets him with a handshake, firmly gripping your boyfriend’s hand, “thanks for agreeing to come so soon.”

“Y/N,” Steve’s hand at the small of your back was as comforting as it was calming, “this is Andy.”

Andy had shaken your hand next, squeezing with as much strength as he had when he shook Steve’s, though there was less grip of the hand. He had looked you directly in the eyes, holding your gaze with a manner of respect and dignity, never once looking at you as if you were broken.

“Y/N, I’m going to get this settled for you. You have my word.” Andy had let go of your hand and motioned for the two of you to sit in front of his desk with a wave of his hand, following you two as you moved to sit to discuss the nature of the case.

When you had become settled, Andy too had taken his seat behind the desk. He had folded his hands in front of him and looked between you and Steve, passing back and forth before he had cleared his throat.

“You have a good case, Y/N. you have an excellent case and even the pressure we’ve put on him now is enough to make him squirm.” Andy had confirmed and then he had reached to the left to grab a manila folder, a label attached to the front containing your name and Steve’s simultaneously.

“I have the results of the paternity test but before I get into that,” Andy had set the file down and rest his hands upon the desk, “Y/N I have to ask…”

Andy’s eyebrows had become furrowed as he looked at Steve, tentatively studying him before the eventual delivery of bad news. It was hanging in the air, stale and heady. Whatever he had to say, whatever he had to ask was not anything you thought you would like hearing. You felt susceptible to the unknown wonder, the potential tarnishing news that could be a further setback in your relationship with Steve or the healing process that was well underway.

“Were you aware that John was attempting to take multiple life insurance policies on both you and Noelle?” When Andy looked at you, when his eyes had been cast upon you with the intent to keep nothing from you as your hired lawyer, you had felt the air being ripped from your lungs as every atom was being squeezed.

Figuratively, you felt as if you were being strangled by phantom fingers digging into the column of your throat.

“There was an application, a few, that had come across a broker’s desk and when they had looked into a potential police record they had found the restraining orders that were in process of being filed and put into place. There were barriers that prevented him from successfully taking the policies out, but you should know that if they had been granted-“

“He’s a desperate and mean enough son of a bitch to try killing me. And Noelle, because he if he can’t have us then no one should.”

Steve had reached out and squeezed your hand, he had brushed his thumb against your knuckles in a show of support and a comfort to you. He had kept his hand on yours as Andy had continued speaking, the words becoming a muffled mess of shifts in tone before he had grabbed the manila folder containing the results of the paternity test.

“This changes nothing for me.” Steve had reiterated, he had driven home the point again with the subtle brush of his lips against your neck, hovering against you like a warm blanket that garnered security and solitude. “I will always be there for you, Noelle will always be my baby.”

You had turned your head and looked at him, his hand rising to cup your cheek. You had locked eyes with him and retained contact as he smiled small, tenderly gazing at you with the strength you needed and wanted. He had looked upon you as if to convey a message of solidarity and ruggedness.

It was as if Steve was telling you through subtle glances, and tender strokes of his flesh against your own, that he was going to carry the both of you through this. He was strong enough for all of you.

“The results are conclusive without a single margin of error.” And had flipped open the front and tucked it behind, holding the crisp white papers tucked into the manila folder with his right hand. “Steve is the paternal father with a positive result of 99.9998%.”

A heavy weight had instantly been removed from your shoulders, dissipating with the resolved question of whether your baby could have been his. There was now proof that your baby, that Noelle, was Steve’s and there was no room for argument in the court of law. John had nothing to tie himself to you with, there was nothing he could grapple himself to you with, no matter how hard he had tried.

“Oh God…” your relief had brought tears, the sting of the salty substance as they started to roll down your cheeks was immensely relieving, it was the best news you could have gotten.

You truly felt as if this nightmare could, would be over. You felt as if it could finally be put to rest and you could move, Noelle could move on and have her biological dad in her life.

“Thank you.” You muttered under your breath as you cried, as you let the feeling of great relief crash over you, your steadiness aided by Steve and his gentle crooning voice. “Thank God!”

You leaned into him, you had turned to hug him when he had hugged you. Your arms had wrapped around his neck and your exhaled into his shoulder, your tears of happiness dampening his shirt as Steve had rubbed your back and eased you softly. He had whispered sweet words of encouragement in your ear, rallying for you in every possible way.

“This is the best possible outcome,” Andy hadn’t bothered interrupting your tender moment by demanding your attention, “we can proceed with the court and finally have the comeuppance you and your daughter deserve.”

“This is all I’ve ever wanted.”

Yeah alcohol's cool but have you ever waltzed with your enemy in their masquerade ball, their face inches away from yours and their arms wrapped around you tightly? Me neither, pass the bottle

It’s me, I’m bitches

I'll be yours for a thousand lives

— mob! bucky barnes x wife! reader

summary || when you get kidnapped, you realise your husband isn’t the good man you thought he was.

warnings || dom!bucky. dom/sub dynamics. daddy kink. unprotected sex. spanking. degradation. dumbification. oral sex. praise kink. punishments. subspace. pain kink. corruption kink. filthy bucky. protective bucky. possessive bucky. needy bucky. a lot of dirty talk. petnames (puppy [no pet play]). horny thots. little angst. kidnapping. PWP — MINORS DNI 🔞 if any of this makes you uncomfortable then please do not read!

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ahsjhdnsjjsy…. I hope you like this lol ;)

“You had one job!”

You winced when you heard someone scream just as you blinked open your eyes slowly. You didn’t make any sudden movements, so as to not alert your captors and instead just lay still on the ground. You were still drowsy, but you willed yourself to stay awake.

You noticed there were three of them, the two guys who abducted you and the third, a middle aged man. They weren’t paying any attention to you and you would’ve crawled if your limbs weren’t tied together by a zip tie which was painfully digging into your skin.

You cursed yourself for being so stupid and landing up in this situation. Bucky had warned you, and yet you didn’t listen; and look where it landed you. You were more worried about how Bucky would feel if he knew of your stupidity.

The school where you were a teacher was close by to the farmer’s market. This evening, after you were done with your work, you decided to walk over to the market and buy some fresh produce. The road was known for robberies but you didn’t think much about it.

And just as you were walking, these two crooks had cornered you and pressed a sickly sweet napkin to your nose and the next thing you remembered was waking up here, in a warehouse. Bucky had told you, not once, twice, but many times, to not use that road and still you hadn’t listened.

“You had to go and choose the literal one person who is out of limits!” The older man was screaming at the two boys. “Okay fine! We did a mistake! But why did you have to inform him? We could’ve just let her go. I mean look at her, she’s not even awake yet!” One of the two guys chimed in.

“Are you out of your mind? If we would’ve just left her on the road he would’ve been even more furious and trust me, he would’ve found out that it’s us. And then not just yours, but my life would’ve been on the line too! And I have no interest in dying so soon.” The older man retorted back.

“You are supposed to protect us! You’re our boss.” The other guy complained. “Boss, my ass. If he knows that I’m responsible for this, he’ll literally rain hell on me. You two are the reason behind this mess, not me. I’ve called him and he’ll be here in some time and then it’s you and him.”

You wondered who were they so afraid of. And even more importantly what that man had to do with you. You were a school teacher with absolutely no connections. So then why did these people refer to you as off limits? Had they mistaken you for someone else?

“You’re a son of a bitch! We work so hard for you and now you’re literally sending us to our grave. This is not fair!” The boy cried out. “Yeah. This world is not fair. You should’ve known better.” The man just scoffed.

“But how were we supposed to know that she’s Barnes’ wife? We were just going to steal her belongings. But then we saw the lock screen of her phone and we knew who she was, so we got her to you and you’re only turning your back on us.” The boys were on the verge of crying.

Barnes’ wife? Did these people know Bucky? And was Bucky the one they were so afraid of? But why? Bucky was a reputed businessman and nothing more, as far as you knew.

“I have to be loyal to Barnes, he literally rules this place. You two can fight for yourself.” You gasped at the man’s words. What was even happening? What were these people saying? You wanted to ask them but you stayed quiet.

You waited with bated breath when you heard tires screech outside. The boys looked as if they were about to piss their pants and you had no clue what was happening. But then instant relief washed over you when you saw none other than your husband.

“Bucky!” You couldn’t resist crying out Bucky’s name the instant he stepped inside. You saw the change in his look when he saw you lying on the floor in your condition. He passed a murderous glare to the three of them as he rushed over to you.

You noticed that Bucky wasn’t alone, he had Sam, Steve and some other people you didn’t know of. Sam and Steve were his business associates, but after whatever had happened tonight, you weren’t so sure anymore.

“Are you hurt?” Bucky asked worriedly as he set on opening up your ties. Your hands were stinging, but still you denied. “No.” Bucky gave you a look meaning he knew you were hurt, and yet you were lying. You gasped when he produced a sharp knife from his expensive suit and cut off the zips.

Once you were free, Bucky did a once over to check if there were any major injuries. He pressed a kiss to your forehead and you bathed in comfort and safety the familiar embrace brought along. When you parted from the embrace, Bucky still kept his hand on your waist and kept you close.

“These two are the ones responsible for this! When I knew of it I instantly called you. I…” Bucky gave the babbling man a look that instant shut him up. “These are your boys, aren’t they?” Bucky’s voice was purely menacing. “Ye.. yes.” The man stuttered.

That was all Bucky needed. With a single flick of his head, his men surrounded the three but before you could see what happened further, Bucky pulled you out of the warehouse. Once you were inside his car, he locked your seat belt as if you were now incapable of keeping yourself safe.

“What was that?” You asked when Bucky sat besides you and started the car. He didn’t say a word and instead focused on the road. You knew those eyes, you knew what they meant. He was angry, and you were worried the anger was directed at you.

“Bucky, you have to answer me! Why were those men so afraid of you? Why are you carrying around knives? Why am I off limit to goons? Who are you? What are you?” You were nearly screaming and Bucky’s hand tightened on the steering wheel. “We’ll talk when we reach home.” That was all he said.

The entire ride home, you were squirming in your seat, dying to know the truth. You were curious by nature, and the fact that Bucky was hiding a secret, a rather huge one, didn’t sit right with you. Gladly, it didn’t take much time for you to be in the comfort of your bedroom.

“How many time have I told you?” Bucky’s voice was stern and you gulped. “No, we aren’t doing this! You answer me first!” Unlike Bucky’s controlled anger, you were bursting with rage. “No. I’ll speak first! I have told you not be reckless and yet look what you did. You could’ve used your car and taken the longer route. But no. You just don’t want to listen!” You gasped at Bucky’s reaction.

“Stop diverting the topic! The most important part right now is that you’ve probably lied to me all this time. Tell me the truth now Bucky, are you a criminal?” Your throat constricted as you uttered those words. You noticed the way Bucky’s jaw clenched.

“I’m a businessman, and you know that. But that’s not important. You risked your life, and for what? Fresh tomatoes?!” He quipped. “Shut up! Stop acting as if I can’t take care of myself. I don’t need you to baby sit me!” Bucky’s eyes hardened at your words.

“You don’t need me?”

He raised his eyebrow just like he usually did and you shook your head defeatedly. “That is not what I said. I want to know what kind of business do you do, Bucky? Because you sure ain’t doing export import.” You sucked in a breath before continuing, “Don’t lie to me Bucky. Are you a gangster?”

“Yes.”

You gasped when Bucky answered truthfully. You felt a weird mix of betrayal and anger. But you were probably more angry at yourself for being so stupid to not realise who he actually was. You had lived with him for years and loved him for even more, and yet you failed to realise that he was involved in such activities.

“I… I need some time.” You muttered as you clutched your head. Your head was aching at this point with all the emotions that were running haywire in your mind. You needed to call yourself down to think clearly and for that you needed to be alone. But before Bucky could stop you, you were gone from the room.

Bucky frustratedly ran his hand through his hair as he sagged down into the bed. He knew he had kept you in the dark and that wasn’t right of him; but he did it for your own good. He had been worried sick for you when you hadn’t come home on time and then when that idiot called him to inform you were him, he lost his shit.

He loved you more than anything in his life, and he couldn’t lose you. He knew you were everything he wasn’t — you were virtuous, kind and sweet. But that’s why you were perfect for each other. You provided him the comfort he so badly craved and he gave you the protection from this dark world.

He didn’t know how much time passed as he sat with his head in his hands. He looked at the clock to see it had been more than an hour since you’d arrived home. He agreed that you needed time to think, but he thought this much was enough. He knew exactly where you’d be — library.

He smiled to himself when he saw you curled up on the couch in the library. You must’ve been too tired as you were dozing on the couch. He cursed himself for getting mad instead of looking after you when you came home. Your face was a bit swollen from crying, but you were sleeping very calmly.

Not wanting to disturb you, he gently picked you up in his arms and began carrying you back into your bedroom. The couch definitely wasn’t as comfortable as the bed. He breathed in your scent as he held you close. Despite being careful while placing you on the bed, you still woke up.

You softly blinked your eyes as you stirred awake from your nap. Your lips curled in a small smile as Bucky effortlessly carrying you around always made you giddy with joy. You slowly got up from your sleeping position and sat on the edge of the bed as you finally asked the question that was worrying you for so long.

“Why? Why did you lie to me all this time?”

“Because I didn’t want to lose you!” Bucky exclaimed as he fell to his knees in front of you. It was a poetic moment, Bucky, a man everyone feared, falling on his knees in front of you. “I knew you won’t love me if you knew who I truly was. So I tried my best to hide it from you. I even made sure that no one else was able to tell you the truth…. I… I’m sorry.”

His voice broke as he apologised and buried his face in your lap. You couldn’t stop your hands from running through his soft hair; a habit you’d picked up years ago. The gesture made him look up at you, with eyes full of hope and a little smile on his face.

“I’m still your Bucky.”

You ran your hands from his hair to his cheeks and he nuzzled into the warmth. “Do you have many enemies?” Your question took Bucky by surprise. He stood up from between your knees and sat besides you on the bed. “I mean I do have some, but you don’t have to worry about that. I’ll always protect you.”

“I’m not worried about me… it’s just that,.. this is a dangerous field and… and I don’t want you getting hurt.” Bucky couldn’t believe his ears. “You know this is why I fell in love with you.” He said fondly. “Means?” You asked. “You’re always putting everyone else ahead of you, but you forget to take care of yourself.”

“That still doesn’t answer my question.” You retorted. “Have you ever seen me hurt or in trouble? No, right. So don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine.” You just hummed and Bucky knew you weren’t satisfied. “What is it?” He asked as he kept your eyes low on the carpet. You opened your mouth to ask something but closed it again.

“Is there anything else I don’t know about?” You finally asked. “No. You know I don’t hide things from you…” you gave Bucky a teasing glare and he corrected himself, “I mean except this, there’s nothing else that I’ve lied about.”

“You don’t have any… umm,.. anyone else in your life, right? I mean I won’t be mad. But just, don’t lie to me anymore.” Both of you were aware that you’d be super mad if Bucky ever cheated, but this question had been eating you for so long now. You had a general conception of how people in Bucky’s field were, and you could just hope that your husband wasn’t like that.

“Of course there’s no one else except you. You’re my wife, the literal love of my life. You’re my one and only. But it’s my fault that I made you feel this way. And I need you to know that you’re the most important person to me in this whole world. You mean everything to me and I can’t imagine my life without you.”

You finally cracked a smile when you heard his heartfelt words. Without thinking twice, you pressed your lips against Bucky in a sweet kiss. Circling your hands around his neck, you straddled him without breaking the kiss. He settled his hands on your waist and being surrounded by the man you loved so much have you a unique sense of satisfaction after all that had happened this evening.

“So you only love me?” You asked as you buried your face in his neck. “Yeah. I only love you.” Bucky smiled as he realised what was happening. He could feel your warm breaths on his neck before you started sucking and nibbling on his skin. You were getting all sweet for him.

“I am your puppy.”

There was a sense of pride in your statement, though it was muffled as you kept on marking his skin. “You are my puppy. Only mine. But you’ve been a bad puppy, haven’t you? Not following daddy’s orders and getting yourself in trouble. Tell me what happens to puppies who misbehave.”

“They get punished. But I’m sorry daddy!” You tried looking innocent, Bucky wasn’t buying any. It was just an accident in the beginning of your relation when you’d called Bucky your daddy. But it turned out that Bucky was just as into it as you were.

After that you’d both discussed what you wanted and settled on this dynamic. You were comfortable with Bucky and most importantly you trusted him. You had a safe word and Bucky always respected that. And the fact that you had control in any situation always made everything more exciting.

“Your pretty please isn’t getting you out of this puppy. Do you know how worried I was? Don’t you care for your daddy?” You quickly shook your head. “No daddy. I care for you, a lot.” Bucky hummed. “I know that puppy. But you gotta care for yourself too. And I gotta make you understand how important that is.”

You knew exactly what was going to happen, and it was exciting you even more. You pulled back to look into Bucky’s eyes and they were dark with lust and hunger and it awakened something inside you. A man this powerful, was so completely in love with you, yeah, it made you feel as if you were on the top of the world.

“You know what to do puppy.” Bucky’s voice was thick as he spoke. He leaned back on the bed and supported himself up with his hands. You nodded as you got down from his lap and started slowly undressing. You weren’t really sensuous, but Bucky liked how shy you were and that’s why he always told you to undress yourself so that it would be even more humiliating.

You slowly dragged clothes down your body and Bucky licked his lips as he took in every inch of your skin revealed to his eyes. Bucky crooked his finger towards him once you were naked and you went back on Bucky’s lap. Bucky was still fully dressed, and this power difference was making you squirm.

“How many rules did you break puppy?” His tone was a little condescending as he asked you. You chewed on your lip as you thought of it. “Umm,.. two? I was reckless and put myself in danger and… I screamed at you.” Bucky was still leaning back as you made yourself comfortable on his lap. “You’re missing one more.”

You tried thinking as hard as you could, but you couldn’t think of any other broken rule. You shook your head as you pouted. “Puppy, I haven’t even touched you yet and you’ve already gone silly for me?” Bucky said giving a devilish smirk.

When you still didn’t answer, Bucky have a purposeful sigh. “You don’t remember what you said?” He mocked when you shook your head dumbly. “You said you don’t need me. Is that true? Don’t you need your daddy?”

“Bucky, I didn’t say it like that. What I meant is that I can look after myself…” you couldn’t complete the rest of your sentence as Bucky grabbed your face in his hands and squeezed your cheeks. “Did I say that you could argue with me? I want a simple yes or no. Do you need your daddy, or not?”

“Yes daddy. I need you.” Your voice was needy and you batted your eyelashes for greater effect. Bucky loosened his hood on your cheeks a little before pressing a sweet kiss to your nose, but it was a deceiving move as his next words took you by surprise, “Then prove it to me.”

He let go of your face and once again leaned back. Your head was already hazy and you couldn’t comprehend the meaning of his words. “Huh?” He cooed at your reaction and you wanted to hide your face with shame. “Dumb puppy.” He again kissed your nose and cheeks just as deceivingly sweet.

“You can take care of yourself, can’t you? Go on then. Touch this pretty pussy for me and make yourself cum. If you can do that, you don’t get punished, and if you can’t….” The threat was eminent in his voice and you gulped, not with fear but with anticipation.

Bucky placed you on the centre of the bed while he sat leisurely in the corner, watching you. “Put a show for me puppy.” You nodded shyly as you spread your legs apart and started playing with your wet folds.

You sucked in a breath when your fingers touched your throbbing clit and began pressing tight circles over it. You took your time and you could see Bucky’s pants tenting as his eyes were focused on your fingers stroking your sensitive flesh.

A moan left your lips when you thrusted two fingers in as you rubbed your clit with your palm. Your fingers were much shorter than Bucky and they weren’t reaching all the spots he stimulated. But that was where the fun was, you both knew you couldn’t make yourself cum like this and the punishment was inevitable.

But seeing you writhe on the bed as you desperately tried to make yourself cum to bypass your punishment; that’s what Bucky liked to see. Your fingers were working fast and you felt a knot form in your belly. It felt like you were hanging by a thread, but the thread was too durable to let you fall into the abyss of pleasure.

“Please…” the plea felt unbidden from your lips and you realised what you’d said once the word was out of your mouth. By now, Bucky had started rubbing the tent in his pants as he saw the way your fingers stretched your hole. “Please what?”

“Please daddy, I need you!” You exclaimed with frustration as you couldn’t make yourself cum. “Hmm. Have you finally learnt your lesson?” He asked like a teacher reprimanding his students. “Ye… yes! Please. I need you. I can’t… I can’t!” You we’re nearly on the verge of sobbing.

Bucky was quick to hold your hand and stop you. You felt reluctant to pull your hand away, but you didn’t want to upset him further. Bucky changed your position such that you were lying face down on his lap. His pants were smooth against your skin, but you knew they’d feel irritating once the punishment began.

“What’s the safe word?” Bucky’s voice was serious as he asked you. You licked your dry lips before replying, “Brooklyn.” Bucky fondly patted your ass, as if giving you a compliment. “Good girl.” Your insides always fluttered whenever Bucky praised you.

“Tell me how many spanks you’ll get?” You were literally a teacher but currently you couldn’t think. Your head was floaty and on top of that desperate after not being able to cum. It was impossible for you to think straight.

You knew that for every rule you broke, you got five spanks, but you couldn’t really process the math in your head. Feeling shameful, you buried your head in the mattress. “Awww… it’s okay puppy. Daddy will do all the work for you. You broke three rules, and that means you’ll get fifteen spanks. Now count for me.”

Bucky didn’t give you any further warning as his flesh hand came down on your ass. You didn’t disobey him, and couldn’t every single slap you received. You were steady by the first five counts, by the next five, you were sweaty and panting. And when the last five were remaining, you were barely able to process words.

You were slipping and stuttering and Bucky cooed condescendingly everytime making your body burn with heat and shame. Once the last strike was done, your body was hypersensitive to everything around you, from the fine texture of Bucky’s slacks to his hands gently soothing your body.

“You did so well for me. You’re such a good puppy.” He murmured praises as he kissed your back. His hands kneaded your already sore butt and let out a broken moan. “Do you need me to make it feel better?” You nodded blindly with your face still buried in the covers.

You shivered as Bucky let you down on the bed and began trailing kisses from your back to your ass. He spread your legs and you let him do it without any resistance. You felt his hot breath on your heated folds and the sensation was making your dizzy.

Your moans were muffled by the bed as he began eating you out from behind. His hands held your ass cheeks apart as he lapped at your pussy while you shamelessly grinded on his face. If Bucky loved doing something, it was having your taste.

He was keeping you on your toes by shifting between flicking your clit, lapping up your slick, sucking your nub or fucking you with his tongue. After getting edged, it didn’t take much for your to be on the edge again. You clutched the sheets tightly in your hand as you grew closer to your orgasm.

But right before you could cum, Bucky stopped. You whined but Bucky shushed you. “I need to take my clothes off puppy.” You grumbled frustratedly as you knew this was all his plan. Bucky loved meticulous planning, and it was now that you realised that it must be because of the work he did.

You kept your face on your hand and didn’t move as you drank in the sight of Bucky undressing. You saw his body every night, and yet every single time, you found him sexier than before. The hard ridges of his body and the bulging muscles always made you drool at the sight.

“Look at you shamelessly drooling.” Bucky teased as he got up on the bed. You wanted to say something sharp back, but you were too floaty to do anything and so you just giggled instead. He nibbled and kissed your shoulder as he settled himself over you.

You felt his cock pressing over your slick folds and Bucky rubbed it along to get it wet before lining it up with your hole. Bucky entered you in a single long stroke. It wasn’t sudden, but rather slow enough to make you feel every inch of him.

Your eyes rolled back into your head when he pressed all the way in. You loved the way his thick cock stretched you out and his length rubbed all the right spots which you weren’t even previously aware of. It felt as if all the thoughts in your head were pushed out when his cock entered you.

He held your hips tightly as he began thrusting into you like an animal in a rut. You were letting out a string of moans and curses, that even you weren’t aware of, as he rammed into you like a man with a mission. You could hear his grunts of pleasure and that was like your favourite song to listen to.

One of his hands travelled to your head to press it down into the bed while his other hand was still clutching your hips tight enough to bruise. Bucky was wild in bed, but today he was set on making you understand how much you needed him; not that you really needed it.

“Are you liking this puppy?” His voice was strained and you loved that you were the reason behind him losing his composure. You nodded your head and he lightly swatted your stinging ass. “I need words puppy.”

“Ye.. yes daddy!” Your words were muffled by the bed as he held you down. You were getting off on how he was making you take it. The way he was holding you down was sending your brain into a overdrive. At this point, you’d lost all your coherent thinking and all that truly mattered in this world was Bucky’s cock.

“Are you close puppy?” Bucky could feel you clenching down on him. You wanted to reply, but the movement of his cock carving himself inside you was just too much to concentrate on anything else. Bucky knew you were floating, but he needed a little more.

“Did my fat cock fuck you dumb, puppy? See, you say you don’t need daddy but you go dumb the moment I slip my cock inside you.” His mocking words were taking you even higher. But when you still didn’t answer, Bucky weaved his hand in your hair and pulled back. You moaned out like a whore when he pulled your hair.

“Say you need me!” Bucky’s voice was demanding and yet desperate when he groaned in your ear. It was as if he needed to hear you say it more than he needed oxygen, and knowing the man Bucky was, you were sure that was actually the case.

“I need you Bucky!” You cried out. You felt Bucky let out a loud satisfied grunt in your ear as his thrusts grew erratic. “Fuck!… Cum for me. now!” As if on command, you trembled beneath him as you came. Both of you twitched and shook as you explored the fall of pleasure together.

You didn’t know when or how, but Bucky’s hand slipped into yours and you both interlocked your fingers as you orgasmed. Somehow, the locked hands felt more intimate than his cock buried deep within you.

The orgasm vibrated your core and curled your toes as stars burst behind your eyelids. Your orgasm was prolonged as you felt Bucky’s hot cum fill you up and slip out from around Bucky’s cock. You could feel the slick and cum tricking out of your pussy despite Bucky’s cock plugging you up and that act felt more filthy than anything else.

When your head cleared a little, Bucky was murmuring little praises in your ear as he usually did when you calmed down. Bucky was already holding you close, but you nuzzled closer into his warmth. “How are you feeling now?” Not just Bucky’s voice, but his eyes were radiating with care for you.

And at that instant, you knew deep down that he was still your Bucky.