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Is this confirmation he can drive? 😂

I know it’s a running joke

no it’s confirmation he CANT

⤷ dbf!steve rogers x f!reader x dbf!bucky barnes

⭐︎ warnings: nsfw, smut, age gap, forbidden relationships, dips into taboo territory, jealousy, possessive behavior, size difference, angst, miscommunication, arguments, alcoholism and recovery, smoking, hurt/comfort

⭐︎ a/n: happy fourth of july! this mini-series will contain sensitive topics. each fic will be tagged accordingly. no posting date, but they will eventually all be written. series playlist

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★ chapter one 「 wc: 10.8k 」

synopsis — Your dad always kept his inner circle of friends small and close. Steve Rogers was one of them. He was respectful, kind, and someone you looked up to and trusted. What you didn't understand, though, was how your dad could also be best friends with a broody, grumpy man like Bucky Barnes. But when your dad leaves for a work trip over the Fourth of July, Bucky decides to remind you exactly why he’s so close with your father—except Steve keeps getting in his way to stop him.

★ chapter two (coming soon)

synopsis — After Steve walks in on a heated moment between you and Bucky, he finds himself overcome with anger—angry at Bucky for blurring the lines between a best friend and his daughter, and angry at you for letting it happen. But most of all, he’s angry at himself for wanting a taste of you, too. And the longer he goes without it, the more he loses himself.

★ chapter three

★ chapter four

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giddy up 𝒃𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒚 𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒔

when bucky asks to try something new, you expected bondage or maybe a headlock. what you didn’t expect was bucky wanting you to take the lead. (it doesn’t last long.)

warnings ︖ 𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡!𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐝𝐫𝐲𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐰𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨𝐠𝐠𝐲 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝟏𝟖+

bucky barnes has a reputation, even in your relationship. he’s always the one with a plan, always the one making decisions, always the steady hand guiding things. you joke that dating bucky is like dating a very affectionate drill sergeant. he’s bigger, stronger, older in every sense of the word, and you’ve long accepted that letting bucky take charge is just part of loving him.

so when he shyly asks if the two of you can “try something different,” your imagination immediately spirals. something adventurous. something complicated.

instead, bucky’s request catches you completely off guard. he wants you to take the lead. and out of the 8 months you’ve been dating, he’s refused to let you be on top.

but because after decades of carrying everyone else, making impossible decisions, and feeling like he always has to be in control, he’s curious what it would feel like to let someone he trusts hold the reins for once.

the problem?

you’re terrible at being in charge.

bucky is six feet of muscle and old-fashioned manners who blushes when you compliment him too much. meanwhile, you’re overthinking every little thing because you’re terrified of doing something wrong. the first attempt is awkward. the second is interrupted when you accidentally burst out laughing because bucky, who once fought aliens, gets embarrassingly flustered when he’s the one being fussed over. he watches you carefully. he's trying really hard not to take over. he knows this is about trust. trusting you to lead. trusting himself to follow. he swallows hard when you laugh. he knows he's not good at this. he's not used to being led.

you take a deep breath, moving to straddle his hips. you’re both fully clothed, but decided maybe dry humping would open a few doors. his hands hover uncertainly at your sides. he's not sure where to put them. he's used to gripping your hips, your waist, your ass. but right now, he's trying to follow your lead. so his hands just hover there, fingers twitching with the urge to grab on.

"okay?" he asks quietly, voice rougher than usual, looking up at you with those too-blue eyes. he's letting you be in charge. and you can see how much effort it's taking him not to take over. not to guide your hips. not to set the pace. "you want me to grind on you?" you ask, testing the waters. "yes?" he says, like a question. because he's not used to you checking in like this. you're usually the one getting directed, getting told what feels good.

you start grinding slowly, testing the way it feels. your clit presses against his hard bulge through both sets of clothes. you bite your lip, watching bucky's face carefully. his eyes are glassy, his breath is shallow, but he's still not touching you. his jaw tightens. he's getting hard. he can feel you moving against him. he's not used to this. he's used to being the one moving. the one taking. he's used to pulling you against him. pushing you down on him. he's used to being in control.

you grind down harder, pressing your lips together to keep from moaning. bucky's face twitches, his nostrils flaring. his hands curl into fists at his sides, knuckles turning white. "fuck," he grits out, eyes squeezing shut. you lean forward, pressing your hands against his chest. you feel his heart pounding beneath your palms. you grind your hips harder, feeling his dick swell against you.

you suddenly stop moving. bucky's eyes fly open, his breath coming in harsh pants. he looks up at you, confused and desperate. "don't... don't stop," he pleads, voice breaking. his control is hanging by a thread. "please..." you freeze, a little bit confused by his uncharacteristic begging before bouncing back.

you suddenly start moving again, faster this time. bucky's eyes roll back slightly, a low groan escaping him. his hands twitch at his sides, like he's physically restraining himself from touching you. "fuck, fuck," he chants softly, hips lifting slightly to meet your movements. “take, fuck- take it out,” you all but demand, pawing at his chest.

he looks at you with complete surprise, like he can't believe you're telling him what to do. then he realizes what you want and his brain short-circuits. he shoves his pants down, freeing his hard dick. no underwear today. you immediately grind down on his bare dick, feeling it slide against your underwear. bucky lets out a strangled sound, eyes locking onto yours. his hands hover uncertainly over your hips, squeezing the air like he wishes it was your flesh. "shit, shit, shit,"

you lean back, bracing your hands on his thighs behind you. you start rolling your hips, using his dick to rub your clit through your underwear. bucky's eyes are glued to the sight, mouth hanging open slightly. his hands are still hovering, like he's waiting for permission to touch you. “you look so-" he stops himself. he's not supposed to be describing things. you're supposed to be in charge. you grab his hovering hands and slam them down on your hips. "touch me," you order, voice shaky but firm. his fingers immediately dig into your skin, like he's been holding back for years. "fuck,"

his hands move of their own accord now. one stays on your hip, pulling you down harder against his dick. the other moves to your ass, squeezing and spreading your cheeks apart so he can feel you better through your underwear. his hips start lifting to meet your movements. “more,"

i’m you shakily reach down, tugging your panties to the side. his breath catches audibly. he watches you expose yourself to him. he sees your wet pussy, the way your folds are puffy and swollen. his mouth waters. his dick twitches against your opening. he wants to thrust up and fill you, but he waits.

you rub your wetness against his bare dick head, coating him with your arousal. bucky throws his head back and groans loudly. his hands tighten on your hips possessively. one hand slides down to grip your ass cheek firmly, pulling you apart again. "stop fucking teasing me,"

you slap his cheek, “who’s on top?” he pouts at the light but prominent contact. “you are.” he says with a heavy breath. he swallows hard, hands moving back to your hips but not taking control. he's waiting for you to make the next move. his dick is throbbing between your spread legs, dripping with your wetness. "please... sit on it," he begs softly, breaking his own rules.

you feel a little jolt of power go through you. bucky barnes is begging. you've had him under you before, but never begged quite like this. never let you lead. never looked at you with such raw, needy desperation. you position yourself just right, his head brushing against your entrance. you look down at him, watching his face contort with want.

he's staring up at you, eyes wide and pleading. his mouth is open, breathing heavy. his tongue flicks out to wet his lips. "come on... sit down..." his hips twitch, trying to lift up and push inside you. "please," he begs again. you slowly lower yourself onto him. you're so wet that he slides in easily. but you're also tight, and he's thick. so it burns a little as he stretches you open. you bite your lip against the sensation, hands flying to his chest for support.

ohis face screws up in pleasure as you take him inside. he grips your hips tightly, fingers digging in as you sink lower and lower. when you finally bottom out, his dick buried deep inside you, he lets out a shaky breath. "oh fuck... fuck...” he resists the urge to thrust up into you, waiting for you to set the pace. his hands move to your ass, spreading your cheeks and squeezing as he holds you down on him, feeling you pulse around his dick. "move... fuck, move on me," he urges hoarsely.

you start moving, lifting up and down slowly. you watch his face as you do, seeing the way his eyes flutter closed and his mouth opens slightly. he's so handsome like this, desperate and out of breath. you lean forward, placing your hands on his chest and grinding down on him. his eyes roll back as you lean forward and grind down harder. he can feel your tits pressing against his chest, your hands squeezing him possessively. he loves this view - you towering over him, riding him like he's your own personal fuck toy. "yes...” he hisses.

you start bouncing on him, using his chest for leverage. he watches your tits bounce with each movement, the sight making his mouth water. he lifts his head, catching one nipple between his teeth and biting down gently. his hands slide up to your back, holding you in place as he sucks. you yelp at the sudden bite of pain, arching your back. your hands fly to his hair, gripping tightly as he sucks hard on your nipple. you keep bouncing on him, using the new angle to take him even deeper. he releases your nipple with a pop, only to start kissing and biting his way up to your neck.

his breathing is ragged against your throat now. his hips start moving up to meet yours, thrusting into you from below. he can't help himself anymore. his control snapped the second you bounced on him. “can't— can't just—" he gasps between thrusts, his mechanical arm wrapping around your waist to hold you down on him. he starts fucking you in earnest now, his real arm joining the mechanical one to hold you in place as he pounds into you from below. his face is buried in your neck, his open mouth sucking bruises into your skin.

your arms are wrapped around his neck, holding onto him tightly as he fucks you hard. you can feel every ridge and vein of his dick as he thrusts into you. you're so wet that it's dripping down onto his stomach. the sound of his hips hitting yours fills the room.

he suddenly stops moving, his dick buried deep inside you. he looks up at you with a determined expression, his arms still holding you tightly. "turn over," he demands suddenly, his voice hoarse and commanding. "i need to be on top now." his hips twitch inside you.

you whimper at the demand, immediately understanding his need to take control. you lift off his dick with a wet sound and quickly turn over onto your hands and knees. before you can adjust, he's gripping your hips and slamming back inside you from behind.

he starts pounding into you immediately, his hips slapping against your ass with each thrust. his mechanical hand reaches around to grip your throat, pulling you up so your back is against his chest. his other hand moves down to toy with your clit. "fuck, so tight," he grunts in your ear. you whimper and moan, your hands gripping the sheets tightly. you can feel his thick dick stretching you open with each thrust. his hand around your throat is squeezing just enough to make you see stars.

his thrusts become more erratic as he feels you squeezing around him. his mechanical hand tightens on your throat, cutting off your breath. his real hand works your clit faster, applying more pressure. he's fucking you so hard the headboard is hitting the wall with a thudding noise. he leans over you more, practically folding you in half as he fucks you from behind. his broad chest is plastered against your back, his heavy breathing ghosting over your shoulder. he's so big that he's practically swallowing you whole with each snap of his hips.

you feel his dick twitch, knowing his heavy load is on the way. his eyes roll back as he feels his orgasm building. his hand on your throat tightens even more, his fingers digging into your clit roughly. he buries his face in your neck, biting down as he starts to come. “fuck— fuck— i’m gonna fill you up,”

he slams into you one last time, his dick pulsing as he comes hard. you can feel his hot seed flooding your insides, coating your walls. his hips spasm against your ass as he empties himself completely. his mechanical arm wraps around your stomach, holding you in place as he keeps you full of his cum. “i…what…what happened to me being on top?” you breathe out, tapping at his bicep.

he huffs out a laugh, still buried deep inside you, still coming a little. his hand finally releases your throat, moving to gently rub where his fingers dug in. "you felt too good bouncing on my dick. had to take over, doll."

he slowly pulls out of you, his softening dick slipping out with a wet sound. a flood of his cum follows, spilling out of your well-used pussy and onto the bed below. he collapses next to you, pulling you into his side and throwing a heavy leg over your hips.

Escaping a lab where they test on omegas, you run into James Buchanan Barnes, a nice alpha male who feels a pull to protect you and your pup.

warnings/tags: [not by Bucky; mentions of forced pregnancy, starvation, physical and mental abuse, potential grooming from doctors, reader was kidnapped but escaped, forced nudity] Sweetheart!Bucky, Alpha!Bucky, Omega!Reader, OOC!Bucky??, A/B/O dynamics and storyline, reader is a mother and is referred to with she/her pronouns, readers baby is referred to as a pup, mentions of pregnancy stretch marks and scars, nudity (lmk if I have missed anything)

A/N// First part to this series, I didn’t intend on making it a series at all but while writing I felt like I could definitely dive deeper into this! Not pre-read, there will be spelling or slight story mistakes.

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Your feet burn like fire, pebbles and mud sticking to the bottom of your once soft petal paws. Tears burn your eyes, making your vision blurry. Your hair is disgusting and disheveled.

And your body, was just an overall mess, bruises and blood coated your once beautiful skin, it hurt so much, every muscle movement made you want to scream in pain but none of this mattered.

What mattered to you, in this moment, was getting you and your pup to safety. To get the both of you away from the lab you were forced to reside in, forced to breed, forced to birth out your pups.

You had originally birthed out 4 pups over the years you were captured, however, you never even got to hold your pups after you birthed them, before you could even lay your eyes on them; they had already been taken away from you.

Your heart ached for them, your omega inside you felt like she was rotting. Wanting nothing more than to hold your pups but you never got to.

Until now, now you were running from the lab that had kidnapped you all those years ago.

Running from the alphas that strapped you down. Running from your trauma, all while holding your whimpering pup close to your heart. Your heat radiating from you to your small pup, she curls into your chest more when you bring your hand up to her head; blocking her delicate face from any debris.

It was cold out, so before you escaped, you had made sure to bundle your newborn up tight and warm. Leaving you in nothing but a worn out hospital gown that did nothing to heat or protect you but you couldn’t even bring yourself to care as you searched desperately for a way out of these woods.

Thankfully, the nightfall made it easier to escape into the tree-line but you didn’t know your way around the woods. Barely even knew what was north or south.

Stopping for a breather, you take in your surroundings. It had been, what you estimated, nearly 4 hours. 4 hours of running, making you exhausted and out of breath. You had no time to pack anything, not like you had even owned anything, but this left you with no food or water.

You didn’t hear or smell any of the labs security guards chasing you anymore, thinking they had probably been cold off. But you knew, come dawn, they would start their hunt to find you and trap you once again.

You sat down near a log, resting just for a moment. You had only closed your eyes for a moment before you heard your pup cry. “Must be hungry sweetheart,” you giggle, trying to make the best of the moment with your baby.

Pulling the side of your gown down to let out your breast, the cold air stings your skin making you shiver. You shake this off before guiding your pups face towards your nipple, only relaxing once she attaches herself, small whimpers leaving her while she drinks.

You run your hand over her soft face, smiling softly wondering what the future now holds for you both.

The moment is cut short by a twig snapping nearby. To close for comfort, you freeze. Thinking a guard had already caught up with you in the short amount of time. It stung to suddenly rip your pup off of you while she was drinking but you had to in order to protect yourself and her.

She let out a cry from losing the sensation of her mother and source of food. You whence at her sound, shushing her quietly. Tears ran down your face as you stood up quickly, looking around the dark forest. You couldn’t see anything but a smell hit you.

At first, you smelt an alpha but it wasn’t like the ones you had gotten uncomfortably used to like the ones in the lab. This alpha smelt oddly safe?

An earthy sage, tobacco, and peppermint oil filled your nostrils. You take in the scent, your nostrils twitch trying to make out if you should run or stay.

While you think, a lamp comes into view. The soft orange glow lighted up the small area. From what you knew, it didn’t look like the flashlights the guards had all used so you knew for a fact it wasn’t one of them, but you still guarded yourself from whoever it was stalking towards you and your pup.

Unveiling themselves from the shadows, a man appears. A tall alpha, with dark hair and stubble kissing along his handsome features. He wore what seemed like a soft jacket perfect for the winter months, paired with a pair of warm jeans a lumberjack would wear.

To you, he looked and smelled safe. His scent has now overwhelmed you, feeling as if he was letting off a pheromone that was specifically to calm an omega such as yourself.

But you wouldn’t let down your guard, a growled escaped from your throat. Not wanting the broad alpha to come closer to your pup and you.

The man raises his hand, sensing your security, an act of kindness. “Don’t worry, no trouble here ma’am,” he half mumbles, in order to soothe you knowing that an alpha stumbling upon a lone omega and her puppy was utterly terrifying. “ ‘you lost?” He asks, eyeing you down with his glossy blue eyes. He takes the time you down answer to take in your appearance.

Your hair was matted, ankles swollen, body painted in ugly bruises and your own blood, the hospital gown you were was tattered from long wear and the trees scraping it, one of the shoulders were down giving him a full view of your breast that he quickly looked away from and focused on your face instead, you were beautiful despite the ugliness that had surrounded you.

It was then he realized something was in-fact wrong. You hadn’t answered his question, too afraid to speak. He slowly nods towards you, “I have a cottage not too far from here.., you and your pup are more than welcome to stay,” the man remarked. “I promise, you’ll be safe there,” his last statement stuck out to you. ‘Safe’, a word to describe being secure from danger, a word you hadn’t thought of in 6 entire years.

The man nodded towards the trees as her started to move towards what you presumed was his house. You hesitated, looking down at your pup who you noticed had calmed down once the alpha had fully showed himself and released calming pheromones.

You took that as the go ahead to start following the alpha.

It took approximately 20 minutes before you arrived in-front of a cozy wood cabin. It was dark but you could appreciate the architecture of the small home.

The alpha lead you in, pushing through the entrance, warmth hit your face. The entire cabin was warm due to the nice fire burning in the fireplace in the corner of his living space.

“You can stay here tonight, take a shower, do whatever you need to fee comfortable,” the alpha huffs while gesturing to the bathroom down the hall.

“I’m James, by the way, but people just call me Bucky,” he mutters awkwardly, not really used to having anyone around to actually talk to, let alone somebody that looked like they had been through hell. “Bucky..” you whisper to yourself.

Turning to actually look at Bucky, you finally notice the metal arm that took over his left shoulder. It confused and frightened you quite a bit, but you let that simmer down. He couldn’t be dangerous right? He so graciously let you into his den.

Clutching your pup more towards your chest, still anxious about being with an alpha in his is own space nonetheless, a space that smelled overwhelmingly like him. You made a mental note of where all the windows were located, incase you needed to escape.

Wondering down the hallway, you payed no mind to the alpha watching you with a mighty gaze. “Take as long as you need,” Bucky stated before you shut the bathroom door.

Honestly, you still didn’t feel very safe to leave your pup with a stranger alpha while you showered nor did you just want her to be away from your body whatsoever. So, debating on how you should clean yourself, you just decide to rub yourself ‘clean’ with a warm rag.

It’s not hygienic in the slightest, but to you, it was better than being away from your pup. You could keep an eye on her while you rubbed the dirt from your body, you set her atop of the pristine sink. Rubbing the damp warm towel across your naked body, hissing when it went over a fresh cut.

Finished washing yourself with just water, you flinch when a knock comes through the locked bathroom door.

“I uh, brought you some clothes-just a t-shirt and shorts. I hope that’s alright I’m not sure they’ll fi-” Bucky is cut off by the door opening, a blush creeping across his face seeing you completely bare in-front of him.

To you, this was normal. Being naked was just a natural thing inside the lab you had come to know, being groomed into thinking you must be ready to present yourself and take a breeding whenever possible.

So, opening the bathroom door in nothing but your own skin, didn’t embarrass you the way it should’ve.

“Thank you,” you uttered before all but snatching the garments from the man and closing the door once again. Bucky blinked, embarrassed by seeing you so bare in-front of him.

He didn’t want to stare at your naked body but he did, not sexually but rather painfully. Bucky took notice of the scars, welts, and open wounds that had covered your body. The stretch marks that covered your tummy, as well as an obvious c-section scar.

His heart hurt for you. You looked like such a delicate flower whose petals were bruised. The alpha in him wanted to growl, not at you but at whoever had put you through pain.

Bucky didn’t understand why he, an unmated alpha who doesn’t even know you, felt such an urge to protect you. Thinking to himself as he shuffles to the kitchen, he blames the protectiveness on his hormones, maybe it was just having and omega and her pup in his space making him protective, who knows.

The moment you emerge from the bathroom, the cottage smelt of something warm. Your stomach growled when you sniffed the air some more.

You slowly made your way into the kitchen, your pup on your hip babbling whatever nonsense. You bit your lip, eager to hold back the smile that wanted to make its way across your face at the way your pup seemed to melt into your embrace.

Bucky turned around, sensing your presence. “I made soup,” Bucky exhaled, “ ‘wasn’t too sure what you like to eat.” You blinked, you’re actually not too sure what you like to eat either. You were used to eating whatever the doctors ordered you to eat, you’re not even sure the diet they had you on was necessary healthy.

“It’s..okay,” you had muttered. Used to being quiet, you aren’t sure if you should speak up now that you had escaped. Fearing a punishment if you raised your voice too much. So you muttered and whispered, choosing the safest option.

Bucky gestured for you to sit down before sliding over a bowl of the soup he mentioned. It looked good, and smelt good as-well but the taste it what stunned you. You hadn’t eaten anything as good as this in 6 years. You moaned at the taste of the chicken noodle soup in your mouth.

Bucky chuckled, “ ‘it’s good huh?”. You nodded eagerly and scarfed down the rest of the soup. Your pup whined when a drop of it had fallen onto her small head. Placing the bowl down, you smiled down at her before wiping away the droplet from her head.

Bucky stayed silent as he watched the interaction between you too, he had already ate hours before finding you scared in the woods so he didn’t make himself a bowl. Staring down at the hardwood floor he installed himself way back, he spoke up, “you’re free to take my bed to sleep in, I can take the couch.” You paused for a moment, glancing up at the alpha. “I- no, you should have your bed, we’ll be fine,” you croaked. Bucky shook his head, his dark hair falling over his eyes for a brief moment. “Please,” he protested, “I insist-You should be able to sleep more comfortably there.”

Thinking for a beat, it would feel nice to sleep in a bed rather than the coats you were used to sleeping on every night. The uncomfortable sensation from the old coats creeped up your neck, shaking away the memory you nodded. “Yes, sir.”

Bucky was taken aback by the term, ‘sir’. It didn’t sit well with him but he didn’t want to push you too far, noticing you were clearly tired.

“My bedroom is just down the hall,” he nodded towards the end of the hallway. And with that, you gracefully thanked him for the hospitality and quietly made your way to the room.

Once inside, you took a chance to look around and smell before setting your pup on the bed. When you escaped in a hurry, you had only grabbed one spare diaper from the nurses tray. You mentally cursed at yourself while you changed her diaper, switching the old one to the new and making quick to clean her up before feeding her.

You cupped her head as she drank from you, lying back into the soft pillows of the alphas bed. The bed that smelled so much like the man you had practically just met.

Much like Bucky, you weren’t sure why you trusted him. It just felt so natural to trust him but you had only learned his name about an hour ago. Besides that, you don’t know him. When he stumbled upon you and your pup in the woods, your first instinct was to shield yourself from him but upon him getting closer, he felt safe.

Like you could trust him.

You shook the thoughts away when your pup pulled away from your nipple and hiccuped. “Full already?,” you hummed while wiping away some drool from her soft face.

You burped her before placing her on the right side of the bed. Your omega instincts telling you to just removed the pillow and blankets to avoid hurting her.

She layed on her side facing you, and you did the same. Her chubby cheeks squished into the soft mattress as she watched you, softly babbling to herself. You wondered what she was thinking, hoping it was nothing but happiness.

You stayed up while watching her fall asleep, playing with the tiny hairs on her head before kissing her cheek. You felt such relief that she was safe, here with you, her mother.