Look At That Little Face!! 🥰❤️

Franco is gonna get his social media rights revoked by the FIA

LANDO -- SUNDAY, HUNGARIAN GP 2023

the love witch (2016) ♡

saccharine - the saloon

saccharine - aka; cowgirl!reader who teases the shit out of him x billy who 'hates' you, or so he says.

this can be read standalone!

cw; nsfw mentions, mention of piss/piss kink

The saloon is far busier than usual, but the crowd made for an exciting time in your eyes. Something was bound to happen and you wanted a front-row seat to it. 

Billy and the rest of your friends had gathered around the poker table while you leaned against the wooden bar counter, sipping on your strong drink and surveying. 

This was a new town. New faces. New excitement, it’s practically written all over your face, you have to shake your head clear. You down the rest of your drink and tap the rim, the bartender easily pouring some more.

But nothing of note was happening. Yet, you remind yourself, before settling your gaze on Billy. He had slipped off his heavy green coat and draped it over the back of his chair, leisurely sat with cards in his hands and a bottle in front of him. Your eyes trailed the length of him, from his broad shoulders to his meaty thigh, his boot that's idly tapping on the floor.

Idiot, you think, that's his fucking giveaway. He's nervous about his cards. And in just ten more seconds, you see him fold, sipping to his bottle in defeat. As he takes the swig, your eyes follow his neck. It takes a lot of force to pull your gaze away, wondering how the hell his neck looks so soft.

When he brings his bottle down, you look back. The bottle rests against his thigh, his other hand catching at the top of his gun belt. Billy pulls at it to adjust it, his legs spreading more comfortably.

It takes everything in your power not to go over there and tease him for the way he's sat. You think about it. He hasn't been too annoyed with you as of late. Still the occasional glare. Still the occasional commanding tone he has when he asks you to quit it. But it was still less. And that felt like ample enough reason to give into the little itch in your brain to mess with him.

You push yourself off the bar, but your thoughts are completely deterred by the sound of glass breaking.

In a flash, two very drunken men are brawling, throwing sloppy fists while the bartender yells for them to cut it out.

The rest of the patrons are rowdy though. This is what you hoped for if you were being honest with yourself. You could never pass up watching a good fight, and they're drunk? Fuck, even better. You stay in your spot, sipping on your drink and laughing as they tumble to the ground.

The bartender gestures to two guys near him to get the two to stop, but they're moving slow. Reluctant.

Perfect. The guys fighting somehow get to their feet and the taller one slams his fist into the shorter one's jaw, sending a chorus of noise over the room. You sip your drink, so thoroughly amused, you've almost forgotten about your plan with Billy.

When another punch lands to the shorter one's jaw, he stumbles back with more force right towards you. You're about to react, when you feel hands on your waist, tugging you right back and out of the way.

You let out a, "oof," as you're pulled back into the man's lap. A smile rises to your lips. Why did he have a distinct smell? You tilt your head back on the man's shoulder. "Hey there, Bonney."

"Yeah," he replies, very unamused but his hands keep their very tight grip on you.

The two men have been pulled apart by now and you sigh, leaning your head back again, "You know I definitely could have moved out of the way."

"It was a reflex that 'm regretting," he says, but he still does not let go of you.

"Uh huh," you reply and decide not to question it. You had his comfy lap and your drink in hand, what's not to love?

"Oh, by the way," you start and Billy adjusts you in his lap so you're not as slouched, but your back is still to him.

"By the way. You sit very wide."

A pause. Like you expected form him. You swirl your glass, then sip, the glass already almost done.

"Wide?"

You nod and finish the rest of your drink, "Mhm. Wide. Are you compensating for something?"

A quick image runs through your mind which dispels any actual proof he's compensating. In fact he has a very big reason to spread his legs the way he does. You've seen it. Not that you meant to. But your mouth is quiet.

Billy scoffs, his grip tightening, "I was sittin'. That's all I was doin'."

For added effect, he flicks your wrist and you jab your elbow back against his stomach. He clears his throat at it, and although you're not looking at his face, you know he rolled his eyes.

"Let me up, gotta refill my drink," you tap the bottom of your glass to his thigh and Billy hums, "No, you already had two, need you coherent enough to ride your horse, dumbass."

"How do you know I had two? Were you watching me?"

He's quiet.

"Oh my god. Bonney! You fuckin' perv," you mutters, tapping your glass to him again.

"'M not...you...shut your mouth. Please." Billy lets out a heavy breath and does not loosen his hold at all. If you really tried to get free, you knew you could, but part of you did not want to even try.

"Just let me up, then I'll be quiet," you reason with him but Billy keeps his firm hold.

"No," is all he says and you dramatically groan at him, then your words spill out before you can stop yourself, "Well maybe I'll piss on you. You'll let go then."

Billy snorts, "holy shit," he mutters, completely baffled by your words, and he leans down, his lips just ghosting over the top of your ear, "that's what you're going to do....right here? In this place? Mhm, sure you will."

He knows you won't but now you've amused him. It both creates a twinge of annoyance within you and a flutter in your heart. You just had to play this better than him.

"I will if that's what it takes," you say back to him, keeping the conviction in your voice, but his slightly chapped lips brushing to your ear does not help your breathing remain normal.

"Yeah? You gonna piss all over me, cowgirl?" His words are whispered, Billy's hot breath hitting to your ear, almost making you shudder. Why did he have to say it like that, you don't know. Well you do, but fuck that, you wanted to win this. But your cheeks feel hot and a thrumming inside of you heats up, you have to resist the urge to move your hips against him. Your mind flashes with how pissing all over him would even go. Would he like it? Is that why he said it like that? Or is he just teasing? Why are his lips to your ear? Why is-

"You still here, cowgirl?" He whispers still, holding back a chuckle, but you know he's smiling.

"Fuck off," is all you can muster, a grumble, a pitiful excuse for a comeback that he actually chuckles at.

Billy's already decided his victory. "Yeah, thought so," Billy mumbles, patting your hip before holding it again. "Don't drink anymore," he repeats.

"Fine. But you didn't win."

"I think I did. Are you into piss?" Billy means it as a jest, but when you're quiet for a second too long, he shakes his head, "Don't answer that."

You elbow him again and go to grab his bottle, but he swipes it just in time, putting it to the ground and wrapping his arms around you so you're really held to him.

The rest of the night, you're quiet with one another, watching his hands extensively as he plays a few more rounds of poker, before he finally nudges you off of his lap, the gang making their way back outside to your horses.

Billy watches you greet yours, then he locks eyes with some random drunk patrons also leaving the saloon, taking long looks at you, trailing your figure. So right as you go to hop up over your saddle, he comes up, holding his hat over your backside, blocking you with his body from the view of the other men leaving.

Billy gives you one of his own long glances though, watching you settle, before he gets up on his horse, staying close to you, but not close enough you could call him out for it. Or maybe he wants to hear you call him out for it.

Billy trots his horse forward until he's right next to you.

Mariner

I fucked up. I fell, so deep that I can't seem to find a way out.

He was someone that I was seeing. We were both really similar, both really messed up. Such a peculiar liaison. I'd like to define it "a situationship".

It was like a dream. He was so sweet, kind and gentle with me. He made me feel like I was a princess or perhaps an angel, as he'd liked to call me. He left me a nectarous taste in my mouth that I can't really compare with no other man.

His touch I crave. A fire built in me and I couldn't shake it off. Like if he held me now I'd never let him go. And I'd be the first who ever did. He'd know.

He was just a man. This is a lie.

He was my kind of Alpha. A strong, tenacious, sauvage wolf. He brought me in a realm that I had never crossed before. There they fought for the things that they held dear to forget the things they feared. Perhaps that dimension was more human than this world that I was born in. I want to stay there with him. He doesn't.

Imaginably he'd have been painting my curves and my lips to pretend that I'm still there with him. He would have wanted to disappear. He knows he can't; he's immortal. Peut-être he'd want to die with me. He can't. He knows he'll die first.

I would sit in his lap and hug him to death. I'd cuddle with him to sleep and never let him go. I'd kneel between his legs and he'd braid my hair perfectly. But not as good as my mom's masterpieces. This is how we lived.

Now it's been years since I last saw him. But I love that man perhaps I'd like to meet him again and cherish him and never leave him and never fail him and to never disappear and not to die...

If just Hades could do a little miracle for me. Father could you please release me from our Hell and let me live with my man?

giggles

aw

i adore the squished helmet face so much

Baby, Fever & Cuddles

Glimpses of the grumpy chubby alpha!bucky's love life.

Summary: When Y/N unexpectedly cancelled their date plan, Bucky’s troubled mind seemed to jump right into the worst case scenario, but the reality was not quite what he thought.

Note: This is a part of 《 And You're Mine 》 AU.

Pairing: chubby alpha!bucky x omega!female!reader

Words: 3.5k++

Warnings: a/b/o dynamics. fluffy and soft feels with our chubby!alpha!bucky.

P/S: My writing is quite rusty after months of not utilizing it, so forgive me for that. Nevertheless, I hope you enjoy this short fic and happy reading! 🤍

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Bucky has been staring, or more accurately, glaring at the reflection of himself for far too long now. Completely distracted with the image on the mirror, he did not notice how his well-made bed is now crowded with piles of his clothing items.

Hoodies, jeans, dress-shirts and even the dinner suit that he got last year; they were all mixed up in an untamed way. He might need a couple of hours to re-organize those but it does not matter right now.

What matters is what should he wear for his second date with y/n? So far everything he tried on was either too fancy or too tacky. “For fuck’s sake, it’s just a coffee date. Just pick one and go, Jesus.” Bucky’s inner Alpha has been nagging him to get this over with, because he’s going to be late to the date, especially if he plans to pick-up a bouquet for her.

Now standing in his red Henley, which he deemed was appropriate, he could not look past the soft bulge on his stomach. The bright colour of the fabric did nothing to hide the unflattering shape of his belly. He twisted his body to the side and unintentionally grimaced at the sight.

Bucky instinctively sucked in a deep breath, trying to hide the extra fat of his body; giving a glance of the shadow of his past self when he was but a man with a well-built body.

Bucky sighed out the breath that held, and his belly naturally morphed into the original shape. He really can’t hide his imperfections; not his belly nor his prosthetic arm. As he stares at the source of his insecurities, he remembered the night of his first date with her;

"Because Bucky, you are as lovable as a person can be." She placed his palm on either side of her cheeks, purring as the sensation on skin felt so right, "And I am absolutely honoured and proud to be standing here with an alpha like you." She smiled like she was the happiest omega on earth.

His cheeks heats into shades of red and pink as the memories remind him of her; the softness of her skin against his palms, that cute little purr she made and her sweet scent that he was already addicted to.

Before the blood managed to rush further down to his spine, he shook off the unholy thoughts produced by inner alpha. Bucky glanced at the mess on his bed from the reflection of the mirror and let out a sigh before glaring at himself, “What are you so afraid of?”.

Now that he was standing in front of her apartment, Bucky suddenly remembered why.

His heart pounds, his palms were sweating within his leather gloves, his fingers fiddled with the delicate material of the bouquet wrappings. The second date is different compared to the first; there’s more expectation, which means there might be more disappointment awaits.

Not that he would be displeased with y/n but he is afraid that she will be with him. A few sweet words that she spoke on their first date might work to calm him down at the moment, but it is not enough to make his years worth of insecurity disappear completely.

Bucky gulped nervously as he lifted his hand towards the door; he knew that he was quite early from the promised time, but he couldn’t help it. As much as he is afraid of what will come, he was as excited to see her again. She had been occupying his mind like no other; he misses her. A lot.

When he was about to knock on the door, his phone rang. Slipping it out of his pocket, his phone almost fell from his hands, when he read the name on the caller’s placeholder. Y/N. He took a deep breath and slid the icon across the screen, “Hello. Hi” Bucky’s tongue was already tied with just two words out.

“Hi, Bucky.” she greeted with softly. That alone was enough make his heart skipped a beat. “Hi, y/n.” Bucky could not control the dreamy undertone in his voice, if only she could see the soft haze in his gaze, “What’s up?”

“Really, Bucky? ‘What’s up’?” he mentally scolded himself for this choice of words. A brief silence followed his question. “Was that… hesitation?” a thought popped at the back of his head. “Ummm, listen, Bucky…” her voice dripped with uncertainty.

Bucky’s fist around the stem of the bouquet got a little tighter when she continued, “..I’m sorry. But, I think we should cancel our plans today. Umm, some, uh, something came up and I think I can’t make it...” Her cryptic reasons were just a buzzing sound in his ear now.

What was he expecting? That this time it’ll be different? He’s finally gonna have the happy ending he deserves? No. Of course, not.

“What was I thinking?” Bucky’s head slightly lean forward as he try to recollect himself, “I understand.” He replied. y/n quickly apologised for her sudden decision but Bucky was not really listening.

He was just trying to clear out the dark clouds in head by leaning his head to the apartment door. But when his hand was trying to support his weight against the wall, he accidentally pressed the doorbell.

“Shit!” he cursed under his breath. Panic arose when y/n asked if he could hold for a minute while she get the door. “No wait! y/n don--”, a few milliseconds later, the door was wide open, revealing the omega who's been occupying his mind for weeks.

“Bucky?” Her eyes widened; shocked at first but morphed into a pleasant smile. “You’re here?” she was awfully in glee to see the alpha, especially when she saw the pretty bouquet of carnations in his hand. But the joy only lasted for a short moment, until she realised, “Don’t tell me you were already here when I called you…” a soft gasp came from the smaller, her eyes glistening with guilt.

Bucky thought that there’s no way to go about this other than telling the truth, “Yeah. I’m sure you have a good reason to cancel our date. And since you’re here, umm, here.” hands trembling, he extended the bouquet towards her, his gruff exterior softened by the shy smile on his lips, “….for you.”

y/n’s cheeks flushed with delight as she accepted the flowers, “Awww, Bucky.” She held the soft petals towards her face, inhaling the spicy clove-y scent. Reminded by the time she first met him, the corners of her lips curled upwards into a tender smile before looking up at him with a sparkle of alluring mischief in her gaze.

In that split second, something was triggered at the back of Bucky’s mind. It seemed like he had seen this view before. In fact, it is almost identical. Including this very moment, when she tiptoed upwards, her tender gesture of cupping one side his chubby cheek and her soft lips pressed on the other, "Thank you for the flowers, alpha." She whispered against his skin.

When the omega looked up at him with that sweet smile on her lips, his inner alpha was ready to pounce on her and it was all from just that one innocent kiss, “You’re welcome, doll” His hand snaked around her waist, pulling her body close to his, “Glad you liked it.” He returned her kiss with his own, a gentle grab on the side of her head and a loving kiss on her cheek.

A pleasant shiver crawled all over his body, his cheeks heated up and his ears reddened. Bucky’s eyes soften into a hazy gaze that if she look closely, she might see hearts twinkling in his ocean blues.

He wanted more. More of her lips, more of her gentle touch. More of her.

Before the sounds of their soft laughter could spread, the loud shrieking sound of a crying baby coming from y/n’s apartment startled both of them to a freeze. y/n was quick on her feet, “Oh no, Daisy.” she gasped as she broke out from Bucky’s loose grip.

The omega purred in delight to his gesture, her hand instinctively went to grab on his shoulder; literally melting in his embrace when she lost her stance.

Good thing Bucky had his arms securely around her because if not she would’ve ended up on the floor. Bucky chuckled amusingly when he slowly led her body to lean back, almost dangling on his arm, as his kisses lingered on her jaw.

“Come on in, Bucky.” she shouted when she entered the living room area. Bucky didn’t reject her offer, and stepped into the foyer. Closing the door behind him, he saw how some of her shoes were organised at the entrance; he quietly took off his shoes and slipped into one of the fuzzy guest slippers that was laid on the side.

Stepping further inside, he realised that this was his first time in y/n’s home. He felt a wave of warmth enveloped him like a comforting embrace. His eyes wandered around the corridor, noticing the photographs on the wall; each frame a snapshot of cherished moments frozen in time. Smiling faces gazed back at him, capturing the essence of love and laughter that filled the air.

As Bucky entered the living room, he was met with the sight of y/n tenderly coaxing a crying baby into calmness; swaying the little bundle to the rhythm of her quiet lullaby. His heart skipped a beat at the gentle scene, though he knew instinctively that the baby wasn't her own. Any other normal person would’ve thought the opposite. But the lack of semblance in their scent gave it away.

y/n glanced up, a mixture of apology and relief in her eyes. "This is Daisy, my next-door neighbour's baby girl," she explained, her voice soft with concern. "Her mother caught a high fever all of the sudden, and Mr.Scott is out of town for work.”

Bucky’s steps stopped when he reached by y/n’s side, “The couple is not from here. They just moved from the UK a few months ago. They don’t have any family here.” Bucky silently listened to her explanation as his eyes peered at the baby in her arms; now calmed and curious of the tall stranger next to y/n.

“I volunteered to care for her while the mother went for a checkup at the nearby medical centre." y/n explained as she softly wiped the remaining tears on Daisy's cheeks, "I'm sorry," y/n continued, her tone tinged with guilt. "I know it's selfish of me to cancel our date because of this."

Her teeth sunk into her bottom lips. “I could’ve suggested a day care or something. But instead, I took the job.” She chuckled when Daisy babbled some incoherent words.

Bucky quickly intercepted her before she could come up with other lines of unnecessary explanation. He shook his head, a gentle smile gracing his lips. "No, don't be," he reassured her, his gaze softened as the baby chortled gleefully. "I can see why it's hard to resist."

The atmosphere shifted into something else; sweet and warm until the sound of the oven timer went off. "And that would be my lunch burning," y/n remarked, relief evident in her tone. Without missing a beat, she passed Daisy into Bucky’s arms, and he instinctively cradled her close.

It was his first time holding a baby. He knows that babies are small, I mean everybody knows that. But he never realises how light they are. No wonder people say they are fragile.

It's the softest thing he ever touched, he could not believe it. So, he does it again and again. Apparently it is amusing to Daisy that Bucky was playing with her cheeks, the little sweetheart squeal and chortle every time he poked his finger on her. There was no denying the fact that Bucky’s heart was tugged in several different directions whenever she shrieked in joy.

When Bucky’s hand reached to touch Daisy’s cheeks, he realised that maybe handling a baby with leather gloves and jacket was probably not the best idea. He skillfully took them off while cradling the baby close to his chest.

When he was done stripping to Henley, he brought his fleshed finger and poked Daisy’s round cheek.

Bucky momentarily lifted his gaze and observed the chaos unfolding in the kitchen with a sense of understanding, then turned his attention back to baby Daisy, who gazed up at him with wide, adoring eyes. "How about I stay and help you babysit little Daisy?" he suggested, a warm smile playing on his lips. "Seems like you could use a helping hand."

Y/n’s eyes widened in surprise, touched by his offer. "You would do that?" she asked, her voice tinged with disbelief. "I don't see any reason not to," Bucky replied with a shrug. "We're…" his words halted when he thought about it, "…mates. No, not yet." his mind spoke. Stumbling over the word as he corrected himself. "You, You're my girl, after all."

A blush spread across y/n's cheeks at his words, butterflies fluttering in her stomach. "Plus, I think little Daisy wants me to stay," Bucky continued, “Don’t you, flower?” his smile grew as the baby chortled and gurgled in agreement.

So, both of them took the role of being temporary parents while getting to know more about each other. If Steve was there to see this scene he’d tear up from how beautiful it was. The way they naturally tend to each other’s every need and how natural their chemistry clicked.

It was so effortless, as if they were two pieces of a puzzle finally finding their perfect fit. From the moment they stepped into the cosy haven of Daisy's world, there was an unspoken understanding between them, a shared connection that transcended mere words.

And the time flows like a gentle stream, Bucky and y/n found themselves swept up in the rhythm of their newfound relationship, even in the chaos of taking care of Daisy. Hours and hours passed, and when the sun set in the horizon, they nestled on the floor, a makeshift fortress of pillows and blankets cocooned them from the harsh reality of the outside world. Daisy, the tiny bundle of joy they were entrusted to care for, lay peacefully cradled in y/n’s arms.

As Bucky watched y/n’s gently sway with Daisy, he couldn't help but marvel at the tenderness in her touch. Her eyes sparkled with maternal warmth, a sight that stirred something deep within him. He had never seen such a sight before – so serene, so utterly captivating.

Daisy, in her innocence, reached out with tiny hands, her curious gaze fixating on Bucky’s metal fingers. With a playful gleam in her eyes, she chomped down on the cold material, eliciting a surprised yelp from Bucky. y/n chuckled softly, her laughter like music to his ears.

"Looks like Daisy's taken a liking to you," y/n remarked, her voice soft and affectionate.

Bucky grinned, gently wiggling his fingers out of Daisy’s mouth. His swift movement to wipe the string of saliva from Daisy’s mouth makes it look like Bucky was an experienced father, "Seems that way. Guess I'll have to watch out for that scary toothless mouth of hers."

The moment stretched on, each passing second filled with a quiet intimacy that seemed to enveloped them in a world of their own. Y/n leaned back against a mound of pillows, Daisy nestled contentedly against her chest. Bucky lay beside them, his gaze drifting between his omega and the sleepy child cooing on her chest.

Y/n's gaze lifted, her eyes meeting Bucky’s with a soft, shy smile playing on her lips. As she nestled further into the warmth of Daisy's soft head, a gentle blush crept across her cheeks, adding a rosy hue to her already radiant complexion.

"What’s on your mind, Bucky?" she asked, her voice soft and quiet as she settled Daisy into her crib for a nap before sliding back into his arms. Bucky wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close.

In that moment, Bucky found himself lost in thought. He couldn't shake the feeling of déjà vu that washed over him, a fleeting memory of a similar scene with another woman.

It can’t be. She was a beta and y/n is an omega. It would be impossible. But what if…

"I was just thinking..." Bucky began, his voice trailing off as he searched for the right words. "Yes?" y/n's voice was a soft melody, laced with curiosity as she looked up at him. Bucky hesitated, unsure how to articulate the thoughts swirling in his mind. "Have we met before?" he finally asked, his tone tinged with uncertainty.

A playful grin danced across y/n's lips as she teased, "I don't know. Have we?"

Bucky felt a pang of surprise at her cheekiness, but he pressed on, recounting the memory of rescuing a girl from a dangerous situation in a park. "I can't help but see similarities between her and you," he admitted, his browdls furrowing with concern. "So, you think that I'm her?" y/n's tone was light, teasing, but there was a hint of something more beneath the surface.

He hesitated, grappling with the uncertainty of his own memories. "I'm not sure...I never saw her face," he confessed, his voice tinged with regret. Y/n rolled her eyes playfully, a mischievous glint in her gaze. "Took you long enough to notice," she quipped, her words laced with humour.

Shocked with the revelation, his words stumbled, "But, but she's a beta, and you're..."He trailed off, his voice trailing as he struggled to find the right words. "An omega. Always was, still am," She finished for him, a knowing smile playing on her lips.

"But your scent?" Bucky questioned, his confusion evident in his voice, “It changed?”

"Scent blockers," She explained simply, her tone softening as she reached out to brush a stray lock of hair away from his face. "It's a long story, we'll get there soon enough. But for now..." She trailed off, her gaze meeting his with a warmth that sent shivers down his spine. "How have you been, Alpha?"

Bucky felt his heartstrings pull at the affection in her words, and without hesitation, he pulled her close, burying his face in the crook of her neck as he inhaled her scent deeply. "Better. Much better, 'mega," he murmured, his voice filled with a tenderness that spoke volumes.

Bucky briefly pulled away from her, their eyes locked in a silent exchange and he felt a surge of tenderness wash over him, his heart swelling with affection for this beautiful woman who had stolen his heart. He reached out instinctively, brushing a stray lock of hair away from y/n's face, his touch as gentle as a whisper.

As Bucky leaned in closer, the soft brush of his breath against y/n's lips sent a thrill through her. His eyes, filled with a gentle intensity, held hers captive as he closed the distance between them. With a tender touch, he pressed his lips softly against hers, a delicate caress that ignited a spark between them.

In that moment, time seemed to stand still as their lips met in a sweet and innocent kiss. She felt a rush of warmth flood through her, enveloping her in a cocoon of bliss. His kiss was like a gentle breeze on a warm summer day, soft and inviting, yet undeniably electrifying.

Y/n herself could feel the steady beat coming from between her thighs, she was pretty sure Bucky could feel it too. Of course he could, and he enjoyed the symphony of longing and desire that pulsed against his thigh. If she ever snuck her tiny hands on his crotch, she would know how much he enjoyed her soft lips; and her pretty princess part.

As they melted into each other's embrace, she lost herself in the sensation of his lips against hers; his hands rubbing the naked skin underneath her shirt.

While she was floating in the clouds, Bucky was at the brink of his sanity. He wanted to make his claim on her, to have her entirely to himself. and when the kiss deepened, he couldn’t contain his needy growl. His thick thigh naturally settled in between hers, gently guiding her hips down and her heat against the layer of his jeans.

Just as things began to heat up, a soft whine emanated from Daisy's crib, breaking the spell and bringing them back to reality. They pulled away from each other with shared laughter, their cheeks flushed with embarrassment as they realised they had been caught in the act by their tiny charge.

She glanced over at Daisy with a fond smile, her heart swelling with affection for the little interrupter. "So much for a second date, huh?" she joked, her tone laced with amusement.

Bucky met her gaze with a grin of his own, his eyes twinkling with mirth. "I wouldn't want it any other way," he replied, his voice filled with sincerity; they shared a final kiss, a promise of more to come, before turning their attention back to Daisy, who had already drifted back into a peaceful slumber.

As they settled back into their makeshift nest on the floor, Bucky and y/n knew that their love story was just beginning – a tale of unexpected encounters, stolen kisses, and the sweet promise of a future together.

End.

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A/N: im in my soft feels latelyyyyy and i miss this couple 😭 anyway, i hope you enjoyed this short fic 🤍