series warnings: mentions of sex, curse words, bits of angst, small age gap (5 years), mentions of nudity, mentions of alcohol, mentions of anxiety and other mental health related talk
series masterlist: continued masterlist
blurbs will be found in the “visceral in doses blurbs” tag
☀️: the summer series 🎞️: the vogue series🎄: holiday series
Content: unprotected sex, it's Creampie City up in this bitch, mentions of trying to get pregnant, ovulation
18+ Minors DNI
A/N: my 10/19 post for Kinktober - the prompt I chose is "Creampie" - this is also my submission for the Cream-Filled Delights Writing Event - my prompt is "Beg me to fill you up." | 2025 Kinktober Masterlist
A/N 2: this is part of my Bucky Barnes, Girl Dad miniseries - before any of the girls are born! 🤭
A/N 3: divider from @saradika-graphics
It's a rainy Sunday when you both decide to give it a try. You've been married for just shy of a year, and you know you both want to start a family. He's going to be an incredible dad, and you can't wait to have his babies. Up until this point, you've always used condoms, so just the simple feeling of skin on skin is special by itself.
"Feel good, baby?" He asks as he moves slowly above you. You're taking your time, listening to the rain patter on the windows, kissing, and just holding each other. It's a moment you want to live in forever.
"It feels amazing," you assure him. The sound of just how amazing it feels mixes with the raindrops outside and you giggle. "So wet."
"What if it happens this first month?" You ask, biting your lip.
"Then I'll get to see you growing with our baby," he sighs, kissing your neck and leaning down to capture a nipple in his mouth. "And I'll get to watch these fill out."
"Bucky!" You laugh, running your fingers through his hair as he fucks you soft and sweet.
"What? I love 'em now, I know I'll love 'em when they're all full and heavy."
You moan, loving how he's already picturing how your body will change if you get pregnant. He sucks hard on one nipple before moving to the other and you arch your back, pressing them deeper into his mouth. His tongue flicks over them expertly and you clench around him.
"Mmm, love how sensitive you are for me," he groans, rutting into you now with more verve.
You dig your nails into his back and wrap your legs around his waist.
"I can't wait to feel you cum in me," you whimper into the crook of his neck, pulling him close.
"Yeah, baby?" He asks shakily. "You're excited to feel it?"
You nod and cry out, gripping him tightly as your orgasm hits at the thought of him spilling inside of you, unprotected.
"Oh, God — beg me to fill you up," he grunts, burrowing into you with sloppy, wet thrusts.
"Fill me up, Buck, please!"
He stills, and you feel his cock pulse inside of you before ropes of hot cum shoot from him with each messy drive into your throbbing core. He stills, catching his breath, before pulling out slowly. You clap your knees together, but he spreads them, looking down at his handiwork. You blush, feeling exposed. His left hand comes down on your lower belly and pushes while his other hand spreads your lips apart.
"What are you doing?" You whisper, looking at the way his pupils have blown wide.
"Just admiring the view," he rasps, pushing some of his spend that escaped back inside of you.
"Bucky, that's… naughty," you smile tightly.
"I think it's fucking perfect. I think I'll keep you just like this — always full of me, always dripping, always stuffed full."
He keeps his promise and fills you up every day for the next four days — you're not exactly tracking your ovulation, but you can always tell when it's around that time of the month. Bucky starts looking like more of a snack than normal and just smelling his sweat after he comes back from training at the gym sets you off.
As soon as he walks in the door, he's on you. You don't even make it to the bedroom, instead he bends you over the kitchen island where you were prepping a dessert and pulls your panties down, licking a thick stripe through your folds. "Fuck, I can taste us from earlier. Taste so good together, baby girl."
"Oh my God?" You moan, knowing that you're probably still dripping from your round earlier this morning.
"C'mere — this is the time. Gonna knock up this pretty little pussy. Gonna show everyone who you belong to," he growls as he slides into you with a squelch. "Good girl — always so ready for me."
After-gym Bucky is a different breed and he fucks you into oblivion with your cheek pressed against the countertop.
"Here it comes, baby girl — take it all. Take all of me, yeah?" He grunts as his hips stutter and slow, pressing into you balls deep. "Fuck!"
He's panting and kissing your shoulder as he pulls out and pulls your underwear back up your legs.
"You're going to be the best mama," he says sweetly. "What are you making?"
Whatever happened with Walker, it wasn’t your fault. I get it. It’s just that shield’s the closest thing I’ve got left to a family. So when you retired it, it made me feel like I had nothing left. Made me question everything: you, Steve, me. You know, I’ve got his, uh, I’ve got his book. And, uh, I just figured if it worked for him, then it’d work for me.
Bucky Barnes in RAINBOW COLORS (insp)
Pairing: Thunderbolts!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Summary: Bucky meets a kindred spirit while he's grocery shopping.
Word Count: Over 2.2k
Warnings: Alpine the cat (is that a warning?), established relationship, humor, sweetness, fluff, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?).
A/N: More Tower Shenanigans. @buckybarnesfic, this is for you! ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @saradika-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
It was Bucky’s turn to go grocery shopping, which he enjoyed and loathed. It was nice being able to pick out his own food, but he had to bite back a retort every time someone left their cart in the middle of the aisle or took a little too long when they stood in front of a shelf. He should’ve asked you to join him, but he was already out running another errand and didn’t want to bother you. If you were there with him, you would’ve giggled when he grumbled at the list. You would have also agreed with him when he complained about the high cost of food, wondering why everything was so expensive. It was insane.
Walking through the store, he kept an ear open while trying not to draw attention to himself. It was an old habit from when he was on the run. He willed his shoulders to relax, but instead, he glared up at the fluorescent light, his hand twitching with the desire to hold yours. He enjoyed holding your hand, which grounded him, and loved how your heart skipped a beat whenever he kissed it.
The sooner he finished shopping, the sooner he’d get back to the tower and you.
“Why are there so many PopTarts on this list?” he muttered as he went to the cereal aisle and put them in the cart. To be fair, he hadn’t realized there were so many flavors, and he knew he wouldn’t hear the end of it if he didn’t get the right ones.
He snorted when he saw that deodorant was next on the list, immediately clocking John’s handwriting. “That’s not food, so I’m not getting it.” Yeah, it was petty of him, since he could technically buy non-edible products at the grocery store. Maybe he was still annoyed by John's comment about your ass. You had a stunning ass, capable of leaving people in awe. That didn't mean he wanted the junior varsity Captain America to ogle it.
While Bucky had a tendency to get John the generic brand of foods, he did take dietary needs and favorite foods seriously. There was a particular brand of hot sauce that Yelena preferred, and he made sure to get the largest bottle possible. He made sure to get different types of fries as well, as there was an ongoing debate about whether regular, crinkle, or curly cut fries were the best. John almost flipped the table, but the argument died down when Bucky said he’d always share his fries with you. Ava said that was love.
She was right.
The thought of you softened his demeanor, and it softened even further when he saw your handwriting. “Chocolate, please, and thank you. You’re the best!” He traced the letters with his fingers and smiled. If he had the money, he’d buy you an entire chocolate shop. Because he didn't, he made sure to grab more than enough, anticipating that Alexei might try to steal some.
Thinking it over, he grabbed one more bar. “Just in case,” he whispered.
He grabbed some flowers for you, too, because you deserved them.
As he checked out, he balanced the reusable bags Bob insisted on using and tried not to sneer at the total. It wasn’t the worst shopping trip. He finished up a lot quicker than he expected. Maybe the two of you could go for a ride on his bike once everything was unpacked.
He managed to take your keys out of his pocket without dropping any of the bags, smiling again. Using your car was easier for shopping trips and he liked that it smelled like you. He was also one of the only people you trusted to drive your vehicle, which he prided himself on.
What he did not expect to see when he got to your car was a white ball of fur curled up on the hood. “What the hell?” he muttered.
His eyes flickered around the parking lot, and he listened for anyone calling out for a cat. The cat had no collar, and he had no clue if it had a name, but that didn’t mean it didn’t belong to someone. He liked to think someone would be in distress if their pet was missing, but he didn't hear or see anyone come out to claim it. It didn’t move either when he put the bags in the trunk and placed the flowers in the passenger seat.
What the hell was he supposed to do?
Putting his hands on his hips, he stared at the animal until it lifted its head. A pair of crystal blue eyes stared back at him, unafraid and not at all bothered. He had to smile because it strangely reminded him of you, unwavering and always willing to look right at him. “Hey there,” he said, tentatively holding a hand out. He didn’t want to spook the cat. “You lost? You're not hurt, are you?”
The cat’s fur was surprisingly pristine, but that didn't mean it wasn't in pain or sick. After sniffing Bucky’s hand, it meowed and bumped its head against his hand, making his heart melt. The fur was so soft, and he swore he heard a purr. It was adorable.
“Yeah, you're cute, but here’s the thing,” he said, shaking his head at himself since he was talking to a cat. “I can’t drive with you on the hood, so…”
As if the cat understood him, it stood up and stretched. He panicked for a moment when he thought it would scratch the paint, but there wasn’t a single mark from the claws. And instead of jumping onto the street like he expected, the cat silently walked right to him and stared into his eyes again.
An agile and stealthy little thing.
“...What?” he asked as they stared at each other down.
With a gentle meow, the white ball of fur placed its front paws on his chest and crawled into his arms. He stood perfectly still, wondering what he looked like at that moment; an imposing man in a leather jacket holding a bright white ball of fluff. It had to be a sight.
“Since you don't have a collar and I don't see anyone searching for you, I can take you to a shelter,” he suggested. The second the words left his mouth he knew it wasn't happening, and there was another meow, softer and sadder that had his walls crumbling.
“Listen, you really are cute, but I can’t just take you home.” He stopped with a huff. “I’ve never had a cat before. I wouldn't know what to do with you.”
The response was to further burrow itself in his arms.
“I have crazy roommates,” he continued. The team was in a good place, but it didn't take away that they were an entire range of crazy. How could he throw a cat into the mix? “And what would my girl say?”
He just knew the idea of a pet would thrill you, especially since the cat was so cute. Though he couldn't just spring that on you, could he? And could he spring that on the team? It was their home, too.
But the cat didn’t budge, content being in Bucky’s arms. He found that he was content, too. Had he become a cat person in a matter of seconds?
Just like when he met you, he was fucked.
“Okay, here’s the thing,” he said, balancing the light creature in one arm as he took his phone out to call you. “I have to clear this with my girl, and when she approves because she will, we need to make sure you aren’t chipped or anything, okay?”
Looking at the feline, he had a feeling there was no chip, that there was no home or a family. He wondered if there was a reason she chose to lay on the car he drove today. Was it looking for its own family? A place to fit in? Wasn’t that what everyone wanted?
He could give it that.
“Hey.” He let out a happy sigh at the sound of your voice. “You still at the store?”
“Sort of,” he replied, chuckling as the feline curled up more. He wasn’t even sure if it was a girl or a boy. “That’s actually why I’m calling.”
“Is everything okay?” He could hear you moving around, likely heading to the door. “Do you need me to meet you?”
“I’m good, thanks,” he promised, touched that you were ready to go to him. “Have I mentioned you're the best?”
Nothing like buttering up his girl before mentioning the cat.
“You are the best. I wrote it on the list,” you said. He could hear you smiling. “But why are you trying to butter me up?”
Of course, you knew what he was up to. “Because we may need to make another shopping trip for some cat stuff,” he replied, holding his breath.
You paused on the other end. “Cat stuff? Why would we need to buy cat stuff?” you asked, gasping. “Bucky, did you get a cat?!”
He breathed out. At least you didn't sound upset. “Well. Um, hang on.” He pulled up the camera and snapped the best photo he could. After sending it to you, he didn't put his phone back up to his ear right away, knowing you were about to shriek. You were usually considerate with his enhanced hearing, but this was a very cute cat.
“Oh, my GOD!” The cat tilted its head when your voice rang out through the speaker, but didn't seem unphased otherwise. “I’m sorry I yelled.”
“It’s okay. You-”
“But that is the cutest fucking cat I’ve ever seen in my life,” you continued, making him chuckle. “Where did you find her?! Did you adopt her?!”
Bucky held her closer. “I found her on the hood of the car when I came out of the store, and why do you assume it’s a girl?”
“That beauty is a girl. I just know,” you said with complete confidence. “Okay, we need a collar, bowls, food, a litter box, a scratching post… Ooh, a little helmet so she can go on rides with you!” That did sound adorable. “Hang on. I need to make a list.”
He chuckled again at your enthusiasm. “Before we do any of that, we need to make sure she isn’t chipped,” he said, trying not to feel guilty for not doing that before calling and getting your hopes up. And what about her shots? Were those up to date?
“If she has an owner, we’ll fight them,” you said like it was no big deal.
Mischievous blue eyes gazed up at Bucky, and he laughed all over again. “That’s my girl,” he fondly said. “And I think she heard you and agrees.”
“So, assuming all is well, we're keeping her?” you asked, trying to sound casual but he heard your hopefulness.
Bucky's heart picked up when you said “we” because it was a reminder that he had someone by his side. “Yeah, I think we are.”
“Yes! It’s about time we got a pet,” you said, careful to not shout this time. “And cats choose their people. You know that right?”
“You think so?” he asked.
“I know so. She was sitting on the hood of my car in a parking lot, and I think she wanted you to find her. And judging from the photo you sent, she looks right at home curled up against you,” you said. He wondered if that would've been the case had he been on his bike. Would the outcome be the same? “I’ll bet you two are kindred spirits.”
“Just like us,” he said. Pieces that just fit together.
Your happy sigh made him smile. “Just like us,” you agreed.
“Let me bring her by so I can drop off the food, and then we’ll take care of everything.”
“Ten bucks says she hisses at John and adores Bob,” you teased. You were probably right. “I can’t wait to see you!”
“I can't wait either,” he said, glancing down when he heard the soft meow.
“I was clearly talking to her when I said I can’t wait to see you.” You giggled when Bucky growled. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding. Drive safe.”
“I will.” He exhaled once you hung up. “Well, that went well.” He helped the cat into the car and placed her next to the flowers. “You’ll love my girl. She’s the best.”
The beautiful feline meowed and curled up on the seat. He realized he’d have to come up with a name for her. Something special for such a beautiful cat, something that fits well. He had a feeling that the right name would come to him by the end of the day, or that you would help him if he got stuck.
“I think you’ll like the gang, too. They’re…” Bucky tapped a finger on the steering wheel. “They’re something.”
The team had been lost in many ways before becoming their own crazy sort of family.
Before he could stop himself, he said, “I know what it's like to be lost, but I’ll take care of you from now on, okay?” She lifted her head and stared with knowing eyes before he pet her head. Satisfied when she meowed, he smiled and started up the car. “Let’s go home.”
Had to bring Alpine in, okay? Love and thanks for reading! ❤️
