While he has shown attraction to men (The MC/Joseph,) and women (His deceased wife,) the fact that having sex with him at any point of his route locks you into his bad end, gives me the vibes that sex for him isn’t as pleasurable as it may have once been.
He’s one of the few dads that will not have a sex scene with your MC. While it may be because, at the time, he’s not 100% open to you about him being transgender and fears how you would react (It’s implied by his son, Lucien, that people aren’t exactly the nicest to his dad,) I like to think it’s a case of Damien simply not caring much for sex.
Craig: Gay. Especially for the MC.
Yes, Craig was married to “Smashley” for a significant portion of his life, but it’s very possible to still be gay while having past romantic relations with women. The fact that River is so much younger than the Twins also gives an idea that him and Ashley may not have had much of a sex life, further cementing the idea that, while he cared a lot for Ashley, he may not have felt that way specifically for her.
Oh yeah, and the whole way he’s extremely friendly to the MC, even before the first date, sorta gives me the idea that Craig has a far stronger view on the MC than just “bros.” You can’t tell me you haven’t seen an old college roomie/friend in presumably years (At least one year, since the MC had no idea about Craig and Ashley’s divorce,) but can still immediately recognize them while you’re on a jog. From a distance, no less, considering he was calling out for your attention.
You know why.
Mat: Bisexual, or whatever sexual orientation Vernon Shaw is.
Mat had a wife in the past, before her untimely demise. And of course, he shows clear interest in the MC. I can see him being Bi, Pan, or any sort of combo of sexuality that doesn’t just limit on one gender specifically.
Or, well, since Mat is supposed to be Vernon’s self-insert, his sexuality is whatever sexuality Vernon has. I don’t know, I really don’t keep up with the Grumps.
The only dad to mention he has an ex-husband, over an ex-wife.
Brian is one of two dads who we have no idea what their past spouse was like (The other being Damien.) So it’s hard to gauge with that fact. I mean? Maybe he’s Demisexual? Only experiences sexual attraction to people he develops strong emotions for. I could see this, considering the fact he’s one of three dads where sex isn’t an option (Damien and Robert are the others, tho Robert you can still have sex, it’s just real fuckin’ bad to do that.)
A/N: ITS FINISHED! Part 4 is here y'all 🙌🏽 this is the last chapter before the epilogue )’: I put my heart and soul into this, it’s def my favorite chapter. Please excuse the misspelling, I’m too hyped when I type. YALL GET SOME HOLY WATER READY!
Warnings: Sex, Daddy Kink, Role Playing, Rough Sex, Pornography.
Summary: After moving to New York, aspiring author Y/N gets more than what she bargained for when she befriends her mysterious neighbor. In a blur of riches and beauty, she finds herself falling for the man who remains unknown.
A/N: I am really slow on updates because I’m busy with work and I’m trying to do 3 school projects at a time. Please let me know if you ant to be tagged or added to my permanent tag list
Two months passed and you still didn’t have a good headline. At work, you were still called the Rookie. Not to mention your pay was not all that great. The savings you had were running low. The owner of the house you lived in raised the price on the rent, which meant that your entire check from The Report went towards the rent. If you didn’t find a good scoop, you’d be doomed for sure.
However, every time a killer story surfaced, the opportunity would be snatched away by a newly hired girl. Her name was Madison Titan. She’s only been at The Report for a month but has managed to climb the ladder of success. She always scored front page headlines. She hated you. It wasn’t hard for you to realize that, but you didn’t let it bring you down. You didn’t have time for silly middle school actions.
You sighed as you looked at the stack of bills that needed to be paid. Asking you parents for money was not an option. Your father told you this would happen and it did. He’d just use this opportunity to give you the “I Told You So” conversation. No way did you want him to have that victory.
You looked out the window. A handful of sports cars were parked in Bucky’s circular driveway. You became very good friends with Bucky. Every Saturday he would take your out for lunch. It became a routine. You still knew little about him but didn’t push him to open up. You bit down on your bottom lip and turned away from the window. Shortly after, you received a message from Bucky.
Bucky: come over, I have some friends I want you to meet.
You: right now?
Bucky: yes! You’re not busy right?
You: of course not, I’ll be right over
You ran into your room and pulled the closet open. After pulling on a soft oversized sweater, you quickly sprayed some perfume on you before grabbing your keys. The sun sat high in the sky, beating down on you. You pulled the sweater into your exposed shoulder, but it was no use. The cloth would simply fall back. You walked through Bucky’s garden. Everything looked beautiful with its exotic flowers and pungent smells of roses that engulfed your senses. It looked beautiful, almost ethereal. You sighed and knocked on the door. A butler opened the door.
“Miss Y/L/N, Mister Barnes is expecting you,” He said.
You smiled and stepped inside. This was the third time you were in Bucky’s house. Clearly, you never went this the extravagant parties he threw every Friday night.
The Butler led you to the pool area where there were a few people mingling around. Bucky saw you and made his way towards you. His head bent down a bit as if he was going in for a kiss, but at the last minute pulled you into a hug. You patted his back and smiled. He wrapped an arm around your shoulder.
“Y/N these are friends of mine,” He said.
A tall man with blond hair steps forward. He was ad muscular as Bucky and flashed you a kind smile, “Steve Rogers.”
You smiled and shook his hand. A beautiful woman with red hair shook hands with you. She introduced herself as Natasha Romanoff. Then you met Sam Wilson, who had a mischievous smile and lingered close to you for a few seconds before leaving your side to talk to Steve. Wanda and Pietro Maximoff introduced themselves at the same time and you almost didn’t catch their names. Finally, you finished off with Clint Barton and Thor, who didn’t give you his surname.
You sat on one of the bar stools at the outdoor bar. You watched as Bucky spoke with his friends openly. Wanda sat next to you, she ordered her drink before turning to you.
“How long have you and Barnes been together?” She asked, her thick accent hung on her voice.
You choked on your drink and began to cough. You shook your head, “We’re not dating. Just good friends.”
She hummed, “The way he looks at you says something else.”
“How does he-?”
“Never mind that,” She said abruptly. “You must be special. James doesn’t always introduce us to his neighbors, much less his girls.”
You sipped your drink, growing uncomfortable about the situation. It seemed like she was talking to herself aloud instead of you. You shrugged, “we’ve known each other for a few months now.”
“He’s not the most open person in the world. Just be patient,” She smiled.
Bucky told you to stay until everyone left. It was two hours of just talking and drinking and lounging around. It wasn’t bad, you were able yo take your mind off the stack of bills that would surely give you a headache once you stepped back into your home. You stood at Bucky’s side as he watched the final car leave the driveway.
He turned to you and smiled, “did you have fun?”
You nodded, “I did!”
“Come on, I’ll give you a tour of the house.” He opened the door and you stepped inside once again. “It had dawned on me that I hadn’t shown you my home.”
“Your house is very beautiful,” You remarked as you followed him deeper into parts of his house that you hadn’t been in.
“It is,” Bucky agreed. “It was built in the late 1800s. The chandeliers had all collected an inch of dust when I first bought this place. Obviously, no one had lived in it for a while.”
You passed various closed doors that you didn’t bother asking what was behind them. Instead, you continued to follow him until the vibrant hallway opened into a large room with a long table in it. The table could possible seat 20 guests and it almost made you sad at the thought of Bucky sitting on one of those chairs eating dinner by himself.
“The dining room,” He said. “Had this table imported from a castle in Europe. Never eat here.”
You weren’t surprised by what he said. He was already moving forward, you quickly followed close behind. Bucky opened a door that revealed the kitchen. It was probably the size of your house. It had a pizza oven, another oven, a grand silver stove, a refrigerator, beautiful marble island and other things you did not recognize. Two chefs were working around the kitchen. Cutting vegetables and fruit while another stirred something in a pot. It smelled exquisite. You watched as the chef cutting the fruit threw the diced strawberries into a large machine that ate the berries and produced a red juice.
“These are the chefs that run the kitchen. Renaldo, Anthony, this is Y/N.” Bucky introduced.
The two men smiled and bowed their heads. Renaldo came forward, “would the Miss like some bread?”
“Yes! Of course!” Bucky boomed happily.
Renaldo grabbed a knife and opened a silver drawer in an oven. Be pulled out a loaf of bread and began cutting it into slices. He handed you one. It was warm, crunchy and soft at the same time.
“This is amazing,” you remarked. “Best bread I’ve ever had!”
“It’s Renaldo’s family recipe,” Bucky said. “Even I don’t know what’s in it.”
You smiled and took another bite from the bread. Bucky led you to a walk-in freezer, where all the ice cream, frozen meats and other foods were stored. He grabbed a wine glass that was filled with chocolate. The door closed behind him, keeping the cold contained. Anthony handed him a spoon and Bucky gave you the glass of chocolate. You dipped the spoon in the glass and ate the chocolate mousse.
“Do you like it?” He asked.
You nodded, “it’s delicious.”
Bucky opened another door and revealed the small room to be filled with different wine bottles. The shelves had white wine as well as red wine. Your lips parted in awe at his wide collection of wine bottles.
The rest of the tour was a blur. Bucky showed you the indoor pool and jacuzzi, gym, game room, lounge area, the courtyard where all the parties usually were held and various other rooms that only seemed to be found a palace.
“Bucky your place is amazing!” You twirled around and closed your eyes as you spun.
You stopped and faced Bucky. He was smiling at your state. He took a deep breath as if preparing himself for something.
“Y/N,” He paused. “Do you-would you like to-?”
He was interrupted when the sound of his phone went off. A look of anger flashed through his eyes as he pulled out his phone. Bucky looked up apologetically.
“I’m so sorry, I have to take this, it’s an important call,” he said.
You nodded, “It’s okay Buck.”
He turned his back to you and walked into another room. You managed to catch the beginning of the conversation.
“This better be good Harrison, I was in the middle of something,” Bucky growled.
You were a bit taken aback at his attitude. Not wanting to eavesdrop, you walked away from the door. Your own phone vibrated. It was a message for Emma, saying that Cole wanted to see you. You bit your lip, debating whether to stay and find out what Bucky was going to ask you or go to your boss. You slowly walked towards the room and poked your head in. Bucky was listening intently to the voice at the other end of the line.
“I have to go to work,” You whispered. “We’ll talk tomorrow, okay?”
He moved his phone away from his mouth and nodded. He quickly mouthed an apology. You smiled and turned, making your way to the exit. Leaving a very frustrated Bucky behind.
“Ah, Y/N so good you could make it,” Mr. Cole said when you entered his office. “Please, take a seat. We have much to discuss.”
“What do you wish to discuss?” You asked though you had a feeling of what he wanted to talk about. Mr. Cole leaned back in his seat and set his cigar in the ashtray. You tried you best to muffle a cough. The smell was pungent.
“I’ve heard that you are neighbors with Barnes, is that correct?” He asked.
You furrowed your eyebrows at his comment but nodded, “Yes, I am.”
Cole nodded in approval, “I am willing to make a deal with you.” He paused. “I can raise your pay.” He opened a drawer and pulled out a check. Cole set it in front of you. The check read five thousand dollars and it was addressed to you. “You can walk out of here with this check as long as you agree to my proposal.”
“And what’s that?” You asked, knowing the demon that was around the corner.
“You find out where Barnes gets his money and give me various stories about the skeletons in his closet.” He said.
You scoffed, “Mr. Cole, Mister Barnes is a mystery to me. I barely know the man.”
“Emma tells me she’s seen you going out to lunch with him various times,” Cole said.
Anger fueled inside of you at his comment. How dare he! And how could Emma ever do that to you? You shook your head. “I refuse to do what you request. I can’t ruin a friendship over a headline.”
Cole shrugged and grabbed a pen before writing ‘VOID’ across the check. He threw the pen down, “Pack your things Y/N.”
You nodded, “Gladly.”
You walked out of the office, with nothing but your pride. Your head was tall as you walked to your desk. There was nothing that you wanted to take with you. Nothing to 'pack up.’
“Y/N!” Emma called to you.
You looked at her with tear-filled eyes. Your bottom lip quivered as you grabbed a small postcard on your desk and left to the elevator. You couldn’t help but scorn them. You hated that they were about to use Bucky for a headline. That they were going to invade someone’s life to get a story. You shook your head and wiped your eyes. These people were gullible. Hiding behind their laptops and hunting in a herd for weak prey.
Although he was still a closed book to you, Bucky could possibly be the most truthful person you’ve met.
You thought your day couldn’t get worse. You were wrong. With a slam of the car door, you ripped up the postage card and threw it on the ground, knowing that you’d come back and pick it up later. You walked up the steps of your home and your heart shattered by a single piece of paper.
It was an eviction notice.
You took the paper down and went into your home. You pressed your back against the door and sat down. With your knees pulled up to your chest, you cried. You cried because you had finally done it. You failed. You cried because you lost your job. You cried because you felt used, you felt dirty and stained.
You cried because you knew you had to leave New York, which means leaving Bucky as well.
A/N: To all my lovely followers, and supporters, thank you so much for the love and patience you have given me thus far. Also, stay tuned cause I got some great fics in the making! Love You!! Always Keep Fighting!
Living with the Avengers was everything you expected it to be and more. It was great to finally have a family of your own, a big, dysfunctional superhuman powered family. For far too long you were on your own, jumping from place to place, running from people who wanted to catch you and utilize your powers. When you had first arrived at the tower you were violent and scared. Tony was trying to make you feel better by showing you the Iron Man suit but thinking he was trying to knock you out you manipulated the air around you to throw him across the room. For the next two weeks, Tony was made fun of by the rest of the Avengers about how the ‘baby’ of the team knocked him out without breaking a sweat.
Steve turned into your mentor/father figure. He trained you at hand to hand combat, making sure you were always staying sharp. He was also the one that knew instantly if something was wrong with you, and wouldn’t leave you alone until he was sure you were better.
Bruce and Nat took turns being the big momma. All you had to do was sneeze once, and Bruce would force you into the lab, running every test, he could think of. He wouldn’t let you out until he was sure that you were okay. In his defense, because you could control the five elements of nature if you were to get sick you could lose control, causing minor or major natural disasters. Nat helped you perfect your interrogation and persuasion skills. She taught you how to read people, as well her own technique of hand to hand combat. She showed you the strong points that all woman had and how to use it to your advantage.
Tony, well Tony was Tony. He joked around with you, but in a way, that made Steve shake his head. Tony once threw a knife at you when you stumbled into the kitchen early morning, to ‘check how sharp’ you were. Thankfully Bucky caught the knife before it did any harm to you, and as payback, you didn’t speak to him for a week. At first, he brushed it off that he didn’t care, and that it gave him more time to talk. However, after two days of you not responding to him, he was on his knees begging for you to talk to him.
Bucky and Sam were the arguing older brothers of the family. You had to referee so many of their arguments and push them apart when things got heated. Deep down you knew the two idiots loved and cared for each other, but were too stubborn and manly to admit to it. Occasionally when you felt down about a mission or something from your past got dragged back up you would go to where the two of them were. Knowing no other way to cheer you up, they would start arguing about the most ridiculous of things, effectively getting a laugh out of you.
Clint was the one to take you out to normal activities. He would take you to carnivals, movies, and even took you out shopping. Once you showed interest in his bow and arrow he trained you, pushed you to the best shot he could make you out to be.
Wanda and Vision were the ones who helped you control your power. Vision helped with the ‘technical’ bits of your power while Wanda helped you control your emotions.
Wanda and Nat also doubled as your girlfriends, gossiping, giggling and taking care of each other. Nat would talk for hours on end about how great Bruce was, and then proceed to deny that she was not in love with him. You knew that Wanda had an eye for Vision but kept it to herself because she didn’t want to ruin what they had. Both would berate you about who you had a crush on but see as how you saw everyone in the tower as family and you didn’t go out very often, coming across people of the opposite gender your age was difficult.
You had just come back from a week-long mission with Tony, and Steve. Everyone knew that that meant you spent a week being bossed around by Steve and as the bud of Tony’s jokes. Since the mission was in Khalistan your sleep schedule was completely out of whack, you tried to stay awake in the morning but failed miserably. Tony took it upon himself to help you out by squirting a water gun at you, pinch you or blow a horn at you when you would doze off during the day.
Today, Pepper who had been visiting took pity on your situation and forced Tony to go out with her.
Sighing a breath of relief at the peace and quiet that surrounded you, you stepped into the kitchen opting to bake a cake. Baking always soothed you, plus it was sure to keep you awake.
The wonderful scent of chocolate filled the entire kitchen as the cake was baking in the oven. Smiling and humming a silly tune, you pulled out the cake, and set out the ingredients for your favorite part decorating. You were looking around for the frosting (Steve hid it after finding you passed out on the couch with an empty can of frosting in your hand), when there was a loud crash followed by the voices of Bucky, Sam and a guy you couldn’t place. Suddenly the doors of the common room swung open with such force that you were surprised it didn’t fall off, Sam in his Falcon suit soared through the room, Bucky hot on his tail, both running away from something. You were a still panicked, thinking the worst, that someone had infiltrated the compound but the fire in your heart was doused as you see Sam and Bucky sporting a smile.
“You idiots want to take it outside?” you grunted, dismayed that the peace and quiet you were enjoying was disrupted.
“No!” they both screamed at the same time. As you groaned and got ready to throw them out the side of the building with your powers, something sticky shot out, pulling Sam and wrapping him up on the ground.
“What th-,” before you had a chance to finish the question, the cake you had worked so hard on was shot and to your horror, it smashed on to Bucky’s face.
“Still think I’m a little kid?” the guy asked, he looked to be about your age with brown hair and matching chocolate brown eyes. Had you met him under other circumstances you would have found him attractive, but right now you were blinded by rage.
“Yes, I do,” Bucky grumbled, wiping the cake off his face and swung at the kid with his flesh arm but brown- eyes was too fast and dodged the punch, grabbing the flour that was left from your baking, showering Bucky and Sam with it.
“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?!?!” Tony yelled as his eyes took in the whole situation. You had to admit, the sight was hilarious, Bucky had cake slowly falling from his hair, while Sam was rolling on the floor to escape the sticky stuff, both doused in white flour, giving them a ghostly look. But your thoughts were immediately taken back to your beautiful cake, now smeared on the wall, and you didn’t even have the chance to decorate it yet. The frustration of not finishing the cake, added in the lack of sleep, made you lose all self-control. Manipulating the air around you to produce water, you showered brow-eyes, Bucky and Sam, but before anyone could react you grabbed the dirt from the plants around you, and sprayed it on all of them, including Tony.
The rest of the Avengers crew, who were out training, walked in on the scene stunned, their eyes moving from you to the boys. Nat was the first to burst out laughing soon to be followed by Wanda and Clint. “What happened in here?” Steve asked trying to keep a straight face but failing.
“What happened is that Bionic Arm, Bird- Brain, and Brown- Eyes decided to behave like little children, and ruin the cake I was working 2 hours to make. I didn’t even get to decorate it yet,” you say, sounding a lot more upset than you thought you were.
“And me?” Tony asked wiping the dirt off his face.
“Oh, that’s for ‘helping’ me by shooting me with water every time I tried to take a nap,” you retort.
“I’m sorry,” Brown-eyes apologized, he looked genuinely sorry for his actions as well as a little terrified of what else you would do, making you feel a bit better.
“Well, I’m gonna take a nap,” you say as you start to walk towards the elevators. “Oh and brown-eyes,” turning to face the attractive boy, “I expect a cake when I wake up, or I’ll do a lot worse than this.”
No one had dared to wake you up from your sleep, and when you did wake you felt fresh, rejuvenated and extremely happy, that is until your stomach started grumbling. Walking to the kitchen for some reason your thoughts were on the cute chocolate brown eyes. It hadn’t taken you long to make the connection that he was probably the Spider-ling that the media had been raving about for a couple of weeks now. He single-handedly brought down the crime rates in all of New York but what caught you by surprise was how young he was, and how attractive, but you would keep that to yourself for now. With your thoughts firing a mile a minute you walked into the kitchen in no time at all, the sight that greeted you made you burst into laughter. It seems that brown- eyes really did feel bad for ruining your cake, because he was trying to make the cake that you had made, with Bucky and Sam ‘helping’ by sitting on the counter and yelling de-constructive criticism at him.
“Come on kid! You can’t even read a recipe correctly? How are you gonna be one of us?” Bucky grunted stealing a couple of chocolate chips from the ingredients Brown- eyes set out, Sam smirked at this.
“I don’t think Brown- eyes wants to be a moron you two,” you sass making your presence known. Brown- eyes looked at you wide- eyed, he almost dropped the bowls in his hands. “Get out of my kitchen,” you shooed Bucky and Sam out.
“Hey this is a communal kitchen, you can’t kick us out,” Sam protested.
“You’re right, I can’t but I can splash you with water and dirt again, and this time in front of that receptionist you’ve been flirting with,” you warned, Sam, scurried out as fast as humanly possible. “Now, you,” you turned to Brown- eyes, and he gulped. Laughing you take the bowls from his hands and set it on the counter, checking out how far along he was on baking the cake. “You can stop an armed robbery, but you can’t bake a simple cake,” he chuckled a little at that. “Come on, you know what they say four hands are better than two!” you exclaimed.
“Who says that?” he asked curiously.
“ME, to anyone who’ll listen, every time I have to clean,” you replied with a straight face, “It never seems to catch on though.” He laughs at that and looks more comfortable in your presence.
After about an hour or so of following the recipe, occasionally “accidentally” bumping into each other, and stealing chocolate chips off the bowl when Brown- eyes wasn’t looking, the cake was finally finished. In the middle of decorating you noticed that Brown- eyes had a bit of frosting on his cheek, “Hey Brown- eyes, you got a little something on your cheek,” you point out. He tried to get it off but just made it worse, “Here,” you reach over and wipe his cheek, only your hand had frosting on it, you smeared it all over his face.
“Did you just do what I think you just did?” he asks standing up straight ever so slowly.
“Um, it was an accident,” you giggled backing away from him who was advancing towards you. When he plunged his hand into the frosting on the counter you made a break for it. “Brown- eyes I swear it was an ACCIDENT!!!” you screamed repeatedly.
“COME HERE THEN! YOU HAVE NOTHING TO BE AFRAID OF!” he screamed while running after you. He was considerably taller than you meaning he caught up to you pretty fast before you knew it, he grabbed you by the waist with one arm and twirled you around, smearing pink frosting all over your face. In the process of fighting his grip of you, he lost momentum which made you fall to the ground with Brown- eyes in tow. Once the laughing subsided you both noticed the compromising position you were in, without hesitation your lips met and shared a sweet kiss.
“It’s Peter Parker, by the way,” he said leaning his forehead to yours.
“Eh, I like Brown- eyes better,” you replied and pulled his lips down to yours, smiling into the kiss.
“You think they’ll mind if we take the cake?” Sam whispered to Bucky who was looking at the chocolate cake like predator to prey. Bucky focus went to Peter and you, who were in the middle of a heated make- out session.
“I think they’ve had enough sweets for one day, look at them they look like they’re eating each other’s faces,” Bucky replied in slight disgust and amusement. He swiftly grabbed the cake and snuck out of the kitchen, not before taking a picture of the scene before him to use as leverage for later.
Prompt: The reader has to take care of a realistic baby doll for class, and when she gets overloaded with homework and the baby, our favorite super soldier steps in to help. What does seeing him with a baby do to her?
A/N: I totally stole this idea from @force-is-woke, or rather the person who sent her the prompt. So the original prompt IS NOT mine, this is just how I envisioned it. (also you need to read her version which is Anatomy Project)
Also, This is my first Bucky fic! I honestly didn’t mean for it to end up with any smut, but here we are…
This has no beta, so please be kind!
Warnings: NSFW, slight smut(?), language, Daddy kink (could that even be considered Daddy Kink, I’ve got no idea) FLUUUUFFFFFFFF
Word Count: 2,840 (oops)
“Absolutely not.” Tony’s mouth was set in a hard line, with his arms crossed tightly over his chest as he looked at the…robot in your arms. “Real or not, there will be no babies in this tower!”
“But Tony!” You pleaded, “I have to complete this project to pass my class! Believe me, I don’t like it any more than you do!” You tried your best to put your hand on your waist sassily to emphasize your point but ended up almost dropping the damn baby. Your less than graceful (but thankfully, successful!) recovery did nothing to help your case.
You couldn’t believe you had been able to sail straight through high school without being saddled with the dumb ‘parenting’ projects for Health Class and Home Ec only to be roped into them in graduate school. Graduate school! All because there had been a slight hiccup with your undergraduate planning. Not anything you could control, really. Your useless academic advisor had somehow missed three damn classes needed to get your degree. Ok, fine whatever. What really pissed you off was that somehow you were still able to get your bachelor’s without them. But your graduate program? No. They weren’t going to give you your Masters without them.
So here you were, in your final year of grad school, ready to take on the world…holding an electronic baby. And with the look your Uncle Tony was giving the contraption, it was no mystery that he was regretting allowing you to stay with him and the other Avengers while you finished up school - to save on living expenses, of course. It had absolutely nothing to do with the endless supply of eye candy roaming the tower. Oh, no, nothing at all. Especially not one particular super soldier who liked to throw his gorgeous hair up in man buns, and wear tight shirts, and - NO!
“You think I really wanted to be saddled with a middle school health project at this age? Blame my inept university, not me!” You hollered back to him as you made your way toward your room to set down the diaper bag and your purse before laying the doll on the bed. With your hands on your hips, you examined the offending robot. It was just a baby doll, complete with cartoonishly chubby cheeks, a head made out of hard plastic, a soft body, and a functioning voice box. That was an interesting function to find out about. You had been on your way home from class, the doll situated in its provided car seat in the back when it just started screaming and damn near causing you to run off the road.
Pulling the instructions out of the diaper bag, a scowl set upon your lips. “Alright…Sammy. You’re stuck with me this week, so let’s play nice, yeah? It says here that you can detect the different levels of someone’s voice…and me yelling will only make you cry harder. Wonderful.”
And, just because the universe has a horrid sense of humor, ’Sammy’ chose that very moment to start sobbing.
“Already?! Y/N, don’t make me evict you! Especially now that you’re a single mom.” Tony snickered from your doorway.
“It’s going to be a long fucking week.”
“Please stop crying Sammy, I need to finish this paper.” You begged the baby doll, bouncing it up and down on your hip after it had finished its bottle. “Go to sleep, Sammy, go to sleep.” You hummed softly trying to soothe the damn thing. You were all alone in the tower while everyone was out on missions. You didn’t mind, though. At least you didn’t have to deal with Clint and Sam making jabs at you about what a ‘functional single mother’ you are.
“So we’re playing house now?” A low voice damn near made you jump out of your skin as you turned to the figure.
“God damn it Bucky, you almost made me drop the baby!” You hissed quietly, trying to be as quiet in your threatening demeanor so as not to rile it up anymore. “I thought everyone was gone for the week!”
“Finished my assignment early.” He shrugged. “Is there any particular reason you’ve got a doll, Doll?” Bucky asked as he leaned against the counter opposite you, his thick arms crossing over his torso. You rolled your eyes at him as he smirked.
“It’s for a class.” You sighed. “She’s mine for 4 more days.” You adjusted the doll in your arms, cradling its head as you laid it against your chest and shoulder. A smirk played at Bucky’s lips as you began to pat the doll’s back in an attempt to burp it. Sure enough, a few moments later, a fuzzy recording of a small burp emitted from the doll and you sighed in immense relief. “Oh thank god. Now she’ll sleep.”
Bucky watched curiously as you walked to the car seat you had perched on the couch, set the doll in, and pulled the blanket up over it.
“You’re taking this awfully seriously.” He mused, which earned him a sour look.
“I have to. She’s a top of the line model, complete with heat sensors, volume sensors, and pressure sensors. She’ll know if I’m actually holding her or just trying to fool her or being too loud. I have to treat her like a real life baby.” You went on to explain how you had to bounce it, burp it, feed it, change it, and even comfort it in any way you could. It was quite a realistic experience.
“I have to say Y/N, it’s pretty cute to see you doting over her like that.” And just like that, a blush spread over your cheeks.
“Thanks, Buck,” you murmured, “soak it in while you can! I don’t think you’ll ever see me do anything like it again!” You huffed as you returned to making the dinner Sammy had interrupted. Bucky’s steely eyes tracked you intently.
“Oh? Don’t think you’ll have kids?” You shrugged as you stirred the pasta sauce, picking up a spoonful and offering him a taste.
“I don’t know. I guess I’ve just never really considered it a possibility. I mean, I’m a Stark. We’re not exactly the ‘nurturing’ type.” Bucky hummed around the spoon, now leaning on the counter directly to your side.
“I think you’d make an excellent mother.” He said so surely that your heart thumped loudly in your chest. You examined him at this close distance, a smile playing its way to your lips. Bucky had been your best friend since you stepped foot in this tower. He also had you so sexually frustrated from his presence alone that you were often a clumsy goof around him. A small smile crept across your face along with a blush before you turned the stove off and moved over to your laptop on the kitchen table.
“Right now, all I want to be is an excellent student.” You joked, attempting to diffuse the tension now so obviously hanging in the air around the two of you. “And that means writing this paper while that little bundle of joy isn’t making me want to rip my hair out. What about you? Ever thought of being a dad?”
“All the time, actually. When I was younger, and you know - so was the world - I dreamed of coming home from the war, meeting a nice girl and settling down. I’ve always wanted a daughter. I’m not sure if it’s such a good idea anymore, though.”
“Why not?” You all but shouted, immediately catching yourself before you woke the doll. He didn’t need to answer you, he simply cocked an eyebrow and wiggled his metal fingers at you. “Well, I think you’d make an excellent father.” You admitted with a blush before you plugged yourself into your laptop and began typing away. You heard Bucky’s footsteps retreat, then the soft thump of his heavy body flopping on the couch before the TV turned on, the volume so low you questioned if it was even on. Looking up, you couldn’t help but bite your lip as you watched Bucky stare intently at the TV, his right hand softly rocking the baby’s seat next to him. The sweet and content, but somewhat robotic, gurgles became the background noise to your furious typing.
Oh yeah. He’d definitely make a great dad.
It had to have been at least 2 hours later when you were jolted back to reality by the loud shriek emitting from the doll. "Oh God!” You all but sobbed, trying to gather the strength to make your way over to the baby.
But then it was over before it even began. Lifting your head from your hands at breakneck speed, your eyes found the baby - being gently rocked in Bucky’s arms. Oh my God. If that isn’t the hottest thing I’ve ever seen…
“Buck? What are you doing?” A soft, melodic sound drifted through the air and with a start you realized Bucky was humming. Bringing a finger up to his lips to silence you, he winked at you, looking back down at the doll.
“Comforting her. C’mon now Sammy, Mommy’s got a lot of work to do. What do you say we keep it down so she can get it all done and get back to you faster?” His eyes were soft, just like the smile on his lips as he looked down at the intimate doll as if she were real. As if she were his. You swallowed thickly at the sight, lost in the way he regarded this toy with such adoration.
And then, a fucking miracle happened. The shrieks stopped. Followed immediately by those happy gurgles once more. You mouth fell open as you watched Bucky rise from the couch, the doll held close to his broad chest, and make his way over to the diaper bag. Fishing out the bottle, Bucky continued bouncing the doll as he hummed a low tune to it and slowly but surely the doll was lulled to sleep, the telltale sound of the recorded soft snores filling the living room. And when his sweet blue eyes found yours, you knew there would be no finishing your paper tonight.
The chair scraped quietly against the floor as you stood from your seat, snapping your laptop shut. Bucky’s eyes only left yours for the brief second it took to return the doll to her carrier, but then their intense gaze was once again locked on you. Without so much as a word, you pressed right up against him, his breath fanning against your face as your lust blown eyes met his.
“Trying to get to me through my daughter, Barnes?” You teased softly, your fingers bravely tangling with his.
“Is it working?” He whispered, the warm flesh of his natural fingers brushing over your cheek.
“Then yes.” And without wasting another moment, his lips were on yours. A moan ripped its way from your throat at the first feel of him. It wasn’t like you hadn’t thought about it before because, Christ just look at the man, but nothing prepared you for the way he felt. His strong hands found their way around you quickly, one settling softly on your hip as the other cradled your face. When they suddenly gripped the back of your thighs and hauled you up, you shrieked, wrapping your legs around his waist immediately. “Shh,” he taunted, “you’ll wake the baby.”
“She can kiss my - oh!” All thoughts fled your brain as his teeth sank down against your collarbone.
“That’s my job.” He growled, eyes dark.
“Bucky. Bedroom.” You hissed. The super soldier needed no more instruction.
With long, determined strides, Bucky carried you to your room and plopped you on the bed before falling to his knees in front of you. “Bucky!” Your pants and panties were gone in a flash, ripped from your now goosebumps covered legs, and then his hands were on you - pushing your thighs apart.
“Y/N,” he all but moaned as he kissed down your body, “God, you’re beautiful. I could just look at you all day.” His fingers trailing the insides of your thighs made it very difficult to answer. But somehow you found a way.
“Bucky, if you don’t touch me-ah!” And just like that, your head was tossed back, cries echoing through the room as his metal fingers glided up and down the part of you that longed for him the most.
“God, you’re so wet already. This wouldn’t have anything to do with seeing me with the baby, would it?” You wanted to answer him, you really did. But the way his fingers skirted around your panties and met your flesh full on had you biting a damn hole into your lip. All you could do was nod. “Hmm, really? I’m not going to lie, seeing you bouncing a baby on your hip didn’t leave me unaffected either. Helps that she had my hair.” He winked down at you, licking his lips playfully.
“Oh yeah, because the baby’s plastic hair being brown definitely makes it seem like she’s yours.” You quipped down at him, somehow still as sarcastic as always even with James Buchanan Barnes nestled comfortably between your legs. He smirked as he inched in closer, humming against the inside of your left thigh.
“I wouldn’t mind it, you know.” He drawled as his tongue darted out to draw slow circles on your thigh now. “Seeing you,” lick, “caring for,” suck, “my kid.” And then he was on you and your back arched, a high pitched scream filled the room.
Followed by the sounds of a baby crying.
“Don’t you dare!” You growled, nails digging into Bucky’s shoulder blades when he made to get up.
“You’re the one who said you wanted to be a good student.” He tsked, winking down at you when he rose to his feet. You watched helplessly as he fled the room, and remained gone for close to 4 minutes. When he returned, you propped yourself up on your shoulders and did you best to glare at him indignantly. But when he shed his remaining clothes, there was no hiding the lust dancing in your eyes. “At least one of us cares about your grades.” He chuckled as he stalked back to the bed, kneeling between your spread legs and tearing at your shirt and bra. You swore you could’ve cum from the look he was giving you alone.
“What did you do?” You huffed, jealous that he was able to get the doll to shut up so quickly.
“Well, Daddy duty called,” he growled as he crawled up your body, and he definitely didn’t miss the way you bit your lip and shivered at the word. Long fingers curled around your thighs and he brought them to his hips, encouraging your legs to squeeze tight around him. “Now, where were we?” And with a snap of his hips, he was fully sheathed inside you.
Bucky blinked slowly as he woke up, looking over at the clock on the bedside table. 3:27 a.m. And here he thought he might actually get some sleep tonight. You had done an awfully good job at wearing him out after all. You, and -
“Princess!” He chuckled as tiny feet made their way across the bed. “Why are you awake my darling?”
“I had a nightmare.” The toddler pouted, plopping down on the bed between you and your husband. This effectively woke you up.
“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” You asked groggily, holding your hand out. She held it tightly as she cast her eyes down and recounted the horrible dream of being taken away by the bad men that her poor Daddy has to fight on a daily basis.
“C’mere baby.” Bucky beckoned with open arms. Without any hesitation, your daughter all but launched into his arms, earning a deep chuckle from your husband. “You know Daddy would never let anything happen to you, right?” She nodded vigorously.
“But Daddy, what if they hurt you?” She emphasized, her lips setting into a firm pout. The same pouting face that you sport from time to time.
“Well, then I guess it’s a good thing that I’ve got my girls!” He cried, wiggling fingers tickling the squealing child. “No one can hurt me with such amazing heroes to protect me!” He continued his assault, tickling the little girl as you joined in as well. Little giggles filled the room before huffing breaths alerted you to her tired state. With a large yawn and a kiss to both parents’ cheeks, she snuggled into Bucky’s chest and fell fast asleep.
“I love you,” you murmured against his lips. “And I love how much you love our baby.”
“I love you too.” He replied, slinging his arm around the both of you, cuddling you in tight and placing a kiss on both of your foreheads. “And I love that you gave her to me.”
Summary: After moving to New York, aspiring author Y/N gets more than what she bargained for when she befriends her mysterious neighbor. In a blur of riches and beauty, she finds herself falling for the man who remains unknown.
A/N: I definitely went overboard on this one, it’s really long! Sugar daddy bucky is about to emerge. If you want to be tagged just ask! I will most likely say yes
You woke up to the sound of birds chirping outside. Your eyelids opened. The rays poured in from the open curtains. You grabbed a handful of your hair as you scratched your head. In the morning light, you were able to finally see the details in the room. A small chandelier hung above. There was a very comfortable looking sofa at the corner of the room with a coffee table in front of it. A grand balcony complete with a lounge chair. You stared in awe over the horizon. The houses across the lake at East Egg were mere specks but already looked grand.
You got off the bed and went into the adjoined bathroom. It was as big as your room in the cottage. The white marble floor gave the place a hue of brightness. The white bathtub sat on an elevated platform. The steam shower had glass walls and you just couldn’t wait to indulge in a hot shower. After some difficulty in trying to figure out how to turn on the water, you were successful and the warm water now drained down. You stripped yourself of your clothes and sighed in relief at the feeling of warm water.
There were towels that were neatly folded on a small shelf. You grabbed two and wrapped them around your hair and body. Without a second thought, you walked back into the room and nearly screamed when you saw a maid making the bed.
“Good morning Miss Y/N,” She smiled and continued.
Your cheeks burned and you quickly went to your luggage to grab some undergarments. The maid tucked a stray of blonde hair behind her ear before turning to you.
“Would you like me to unpack for you?” She asked.
You shook your head, “Oh, no. No thank you.”
She smiled and nodded, “Understood. Well, I’ll leave you be.” She went into the bathroom and retrieved your dirty clothes. “I’ll take these down to the laundry and Mister Barnes is waiting for you downstairs whenever you’re ready.”
“Thank you,” You said, no quite sure what to do in situations like these. “I’m Y/N, by the way.”
“I know,” She paused. “Mister Barnes talks a lot about you. I’m Shea.”
Before you said anything else she scampered out of the room. You sighed in relief. Then you remembered that Bucky was waiting for you and quickly began to get dressed. Not wanting to waste a minute.
Bucky was at the stove, flipping an omelet with a spatula. He was dressed very lazily in a pair of sweats and black shirt. His hair was not slicked back and his locks now curtained off his face.
He looked at you and smiled, “Morning, Y/N.”
“Good morning, Buck,” You went to wash your hands. “Need any help?”
He shook his head, “I think I’m fine. I’m almost done.”
You stood around for a second before grabbing two cups of glass. You filled one with water and awkwardly drank, trying to avoid small talk. Finally, you decided to break the ice.
“I didn’t know you cooked.” You said truthfully.
He laughed, “I had some spare time and took some lessons with Renaldo and Anthony. Didn’t hurt and I have expanded my cooking skills.”
You smiled, “Impressive.”
He set a plate with an omelet in front of you. He handed you a fork and you thanked him. You waited until he sat across from you to begin eating. The food was delicious and left you wanting more.
After breakfast, Bucky left claiming he had business to attend to. You spent the day unpacking and exploring parts of the house you did not see. Mainly, you just didn’t want to keep getting lost in the maze of halls and bedrooms. You came across several locked doors and rooms that were nearly empty. The room in which you first met Bucky was, in fact, his study. There was a window that had a view of the courtyard, where the parties took place. You wondered why he would simply watch his parties. What was the point? What prevented him from going downstairs and get roaring drunk?
You found yourself in the courtyard, gazing up at the window you were looking out of just minutes ago. You stood on the small platform in the middle of the pool. The staircase loomed over you as you crouched down to dip your fingers in the water. You walked towards the main pool. The large circular body of water that was crystal clear and bright blue at the same time. The floor of the pool had a custom design. A circle with the initials JB. James Barnes. You took your sandals off and sat on the edge. You let your feet dangle off the edge and into the warm water. You had a view of the lake and East Egg from where you sat.
How could Bucky live here all alone? You asked yourself. A house so big with only a few people that he pays to be here. Is that the reason for these parties? To keep the house full even if it’s for a few hours and one day a week. To let people enjoy the riches he has earned when he can’t because he has no time? You bit down on your lip in thought. You felt a headache beginning to blossom. The sun overhead was beating down on you and you had the urge to take a swim. But you didn’t feel comfortable.
“Would you like a towel Miss Y/N?”
You turned to see Ace holding a white towel in his hand. You took it and thanked him. You lay the towel on your lap and continued to gaze off into the distance.
“Yes, Miss Y/N?” He asked.
“How long have you been working for Bucky?”
“About 3 years, Miss, why?”
You shrugged, “Is he ever in any danger?”
“I’m afraid I cannot answer that question,” He said.
You pulled your lips in a thin line. “But,” You paused. “He’s a good person, right?”
“He is a good man,” Ace nodded. “He would never hurt you if that’s what you want to know. He finds your presence quite calming. I do believe your evening will be wonderful.”
You smiled, “Thanks, Ace.”
“I really appreciate you doing this Shea,” You smiled and felt the soft fabric of the robe she gave you. She had insisted you take a bath. She poured various scented products into the water and also smeared on a face mask. Your skin now felt clean and smooth.
She nodded, “It’s what I am here for. Mister Barnes doesn’t always have dates. It’s quite rare so I’m glad he’s found someone as beautiful as you.”
You smiled, “Thank you, Shea”
“Now let’s get you ready!” She exclaimed.
Bucky had returned a few minutes ago. You hadn’t seen him since the morning because you were far too busy sitting in neck deep bubbly water.
Shea made you sit on a chair in front of the vanity. She began to work on your hair and as she did, she went on and on.
“The last girl that I remember he was seeing was a girl named Carmen. That was two years ago and it ended badly. She was cheating on him,” Shea said. “She lost it all and let Mister Barnes heartbroken.”
You weren’t sure how to feel about this new information. It had been 2 years since his last relationship. 2 years until you crashed into his life. You had mix emotions. After Shea finished curling your hair, she began on makeup.
“Oh, you don’t need much,” She stated. “Just some mascara, some glow and a touch of lipstick.” Shea paused. “You are gonna wear the dress he got you right?”
You looked at her, a bit surprised that she knew about that. You nodded to answer her question.
“That dress is gorgeous, I know because I helped pick it out,” She winked. “You’ll look so good in it.”
You had ten more minutes to get ready. With Shea’s help, you got out of the robe and into the gown. It was the first time you wore it and to say the least, it looked absolutely stunning. The top hugged your body perfectly and the skirt flowed around your legs. Shea handed you your black heels and nodded.
“You look beautiful.”
You smile, “Thank you, Shea, I really couldn’t have gotten here without you. My hair looks amazing.”
She grinned, “I will leave you now. I’ll tell Mister Barnes you’re ready now.”
You nodded and she slipped out of the room. You sat on the edge of the bed and composed yourself. You wish you had someone to call, but your only friend was the one that was taking you on the date. You went into the bathroom and made sure you didn’t have anything between your teeth. After spraying yourself with perfume, you nodded at yourself and went towards the door.
You opened it and made your way towards the stairs. Bucky stood at the foot of the stairs, he saw you and smiled. He was dressed in an all black suit and he looked very handsome. He extended his hand and you took it as you reached the bottom.
“You look beautiful Y/N,” He said.
“So do you,” You mentally slapped yourself as you registered what you just said. “Fuck, I mean you look handsome.”
He smiled at your stuttering state, “Come on, not a moment to lose cause I have a fun night planned.”
He led you out of the house where a sleek black Lamborghini was already waiting in the driveway. The butler got out and Bucky thanked him. He opened the door for you and you got in. This was possibly one of the most expensive cars you’ve ever been in. Bucky got into the driver’s seat and sped away from the house. The gates were already open and he raced through.
“So what do you have in store for me, Bucky?” You asked.
“A night full of wonder,” He said. “You look very beautiful by the way, I know I already said that but I wanted to say it again.”
You blushed, “Thank you.”
“Y/N,” He said. “What’s your opinion on me? I don’t want to make it sound like it’s all about me but I know that there are bizarre rumors going around. I just don’t want you to think that I am someone who cannot be trusted.”
“I hardly know you,” You started. “But I do trust you.”
He looked at you and your eyes connected momentarily before he turned his attention back onto the road. The drive over the bridge was quiet. You fiddled with your fingers, wondering if you said something wrong. You gazed at the city. Every building was illuminated with its glimmering light that came to life every time the sun fell across the horizon. Bucky raced down the busy streets of New York, he weaved in and out of the lanes, receiving various angry honks from drivers. He flew by patrol cars, but the officers did not chase after the car. Just how powerful was Bucky?
James stopped the car in front of a towering hotel. He got out and hurried to your side to open the door. You smiled and took his hand.
“Good evening, sir,” A young man approached you.
Bucky tossed him the keys to the car. “I don’t want to see a scratch, you hear?”
“Of course, sir,” He bowed his head and got into the car.
You hooked your hand through his arm as he led you into the hotel lobby. Your eyes nearly bugged out when they fell upon the giant crystal ball. Men and women of all shapes, color, and age were scattered throughout the lobby. Some carried bags that had prestigious logos such as Chanel, Gucci and other’s you only saw in magazines. Bucky gave you no time to register your surrounding, he was already pulling you in another direction.
“What are we doing here?” You asked.
“This place has an amazing restaurant,” He explained.
“Oh, I thought you booked a room, I was so confused for a minute,” You admitted.
“No!” He exclaimed. “Unless you want to of course.”
Your cheeks burned bright red, but before you could say anything else, you arrived at the hotel’s restaurant. The hostess smiled at us.
“Hello,” She greeted. “Name?”
“Barnes,” Bucky said. “I reserved the entire rooftop patio.”
The hostess looked at the computer and nodded, “Ah, here you are. Barnes and a guest.” She looked at you and smiled. “Your gown is lovely.”
“Thank you,” You beamed.
“Follow me,” She rounded the desk and you squeezed Bucky’s arm as followed the hostess. She stopped in front of an elevator, the doors opened and she motioned for you to step inside. She pressed a button on the number pad and turned to us, “The waiter that will be assisting you for the evening is already waiting. Enjoy your night.”
The doors closed and the elevator began moving up. You took a deep breath and chewed on your lip as you waited.
“Did you really rent out the entire patio?” You asked.
He nodded, “How could I not?”
The evlevator dinged and the doors slid open. Your mouth fell agape when you saw the patio. It was completely empty except for the single table that sat in the middle. A red carpet was extended from the entrance of the elevator to the table. Fairy lights decorated the short walls. The roof opened up to the night sky. The lit up skyscrapers towered over the patio. You were left breathless. A light wind began to pick up, but Bucky placed his hand on the small of your back and a sudden jolt of heat raced through your body.
“Wow.” Was all you could manage.
“Do you like it?” He whispered in your ear.
You turned to him and tilted your head up to meet his eyes, “I love it.”
Bucky pulled out the chair for you before you sat down. His eyes were locked with yours as he planted himself on the chair across you. The waiter approached the table. Two menus were in his hand.
“Good evening,” he began. “Welcome to Belassio, my name is Carson, I will be helping you this evening, what can I get started for you today?”
“A bottle of your finest wine,” He said without breaking his gaze from you.
“Of course, sir,” Carson nodded and strolled off towards the elevator.
You admired the view around you. No doubt people who were in those tall buildings could see what was happening, but you didn’t care. Bucky cleared his throat, you turned to him.
“Y/N, I’m afraid I haven’t been honest with you,” he said.
“What do you mean?” You asked, your heart crawling in your throat.
He sighed, “I know a lot about you, but you hardly know anything about me. For starters, my name is James Buchanan Barnes, I was raised middle to lower class in Brooklyn. Steve Rogers is my close childhood friend. My father died when I was young and before she died, I’m happy to say that I bought my mother a beautiful house that she always dreamed of. She was able to live like the queen she was always meant to be.” He paused. “I started the business that I am in at the age of 19. Tony Stark, he helped me and shaped me into the man I am today. The line of work that I am in, it isn’t something that’s popular. I hit my climax moment 4 years ago, the money began rolling and I felt like a king. I bought the house I am currently living in and immediately felt the bad vibes coming from East Eggers.”
Carson came back and poured the wine into two glasses. Bucky let you order your food first, though you weren’t sure about any of the dishes. Instead, Bucky ordered two chefs specials. Carson jotted it down on his notepad and went back down the elevator.
“Is that why you asked me about those rumors?” You asked.
He nodded, “I don’t want you to have the wrong impression of me. We’ve known each other for a few months but I want to tell you the truth so that you could hear it from me and not some ridiculous story told by some gossiping whim.” He paused. “Y/N, doll, I really like you. You’re this gorgeous, kind hearted person who is selfless and you’re just….perfect.”
He stood up and kneeled in front of you, his hands cupping your cheeks, “I want you in my life, Y/N, I do. I will make sure nothing happens to you. I just need you to want to be in my life. That’s terrible wording, but I think you get the point. I’m not going to force you to do anything.”
You were left shocked, you didn’t know what to say next. Bucky was in a sketchy ass business that only seemed to be real in movies. Was he a drug lord? Maybe. Mafia don? Possibly. He was in a line of business that could most likely get him killed. And you strangely knew that nothing would ever happen to you and hopefully him too. He continued to stare with hope clinging onto his eyes. You were speechless but your mind was going a mile a minute. He abruptly stood up and ran his fingers through his hair.
“Okay,” You said quietly. “I trust you, Buck.”
He turned, shock crossed his face but it quickly broke out into a smile. You expected him to do something else but instead, he sat back down on his chair. Your shoulders slumped, disappointed that he didn’t use this golden moment.
“What the hell am I doing?” he asked and suddenly stood up before capturing your lips in his. You held your breath during the breathtaking moment. Fireworks seemed to go off in the background as heat raced through your body. Your face began to grow warm. He pulled away shortly after and you smiled.