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❥I'm a leo, birthday is 29/07 and I'm 25+
❥ I'm biromantic demisexual and don't care much about gender so you can call me any pronouns as long as I understand you're talking to me
❥ I have ADHD (and other disorders I'm not comfortable to share), fibromyalgia and PMOS. I take medication and do therapy to deal with all of that
❥ I don't support any kind of rage or discrimination. If I saw you being disrespectfull I'll probably block you
❥ I try to make this space as safe as I can
❥ I do like and consume NSFW content, but I have a few minors around so I don't share this kinda stuff. I just share with my side blog
❥ I'm a witch, if you don't like or feel comfortable around one we can't be friends, feel free to not following and even block me if you want. And don't be at my dm or asks throwing Christian shit to me. If you want respect at least respect me first
❥ I can go from Morticia Addams to a girly girl, that's just who I am
❥ You can send me asks, talk to me on DM's, I like to talk to people, share things, but sometimes I'm more in my own world, it's not personal and when I feel better I'll reach out again
❥ I'm OBSESSED with Bucky Barnes, he's my husband, my true love, my everything. I also enjoy Yelena, Alexei, Natasha, Bob, Sam, Steve and others
❥ I post a lot of things about BUCKY and marvel, but I also enjoy LOTR, Buffy, animes, sometimes I'll be sharing things about it here
❥ I'm an unpublished writer, my dream in life is to publish my own books and see people enjoying it. And become best friends with Sebastian Stan
So, I think that's it. That's me. If you wanna know more you can ask me, hope you enjoy being around. See ya ~
summary Bucky loves dates with you. Bucky loves spending time. Bucky loves the domesticity that comes with it. Bucky loves you. But when things come to sex?
warnings fluff; wayyy too much fluff; soft!bucky; misunderstanding; comfort; date night; fun; insecurity; resolved problems.
author's note I had to write this. I'm feral for Bucky, yes. But I do think Bucky as a character would experience in his relationship—if he ever has one. So, here it is.
I'm always open to criticism. love-love.
previous fic; series
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Your laughter echoed through the kitchen, flour-covered hands clutching your stomach as you watched Bucky's face drip with sauce.
You had been trying to make pizza. And Bucky had very confidently snatched the bottle of tomato puree from your hands, shaking it in his metal hand like a professional bartender.
Until the loose lid toppled on the floor with a loud clank, and the liquid fell all over the poor guy's face.
"Will you help me instead of just laughing—", he groaned and dragged his palm over the mess, the globs of red falling to the wooden floor in a puddle. You shuffled over, your movements careful and steady to avoid dirtying your feet, and reached out with the hem of your apron.
"Aww, my poor boyfriend", you cooed mockingly, burst of giggles still slipping past your lips, no matter how hard you tried. Finally, under his glare, you muffled them all, peering up with amused eyes twinkling mischievously.
You leaned up on the tips of your toes, giving him a quick kiss on the stained stubble. Your beam was admiring and loving, but Bucky was too embarrassed to mirror and romance.
"Just—Shut up!", he frowned in that adorable way a big, beefy man like him technically wouldn't. Aggressively scrubbing his face with water, he again returned to the counter.
"Anyways", he grumbled lowly, clearly annoyed, "What does Lucy say next?"
Clearing your throat and forcing away any lingering snickers, you replayed the YouTube tutorial.
"Mix whatever's left of the puree and the sauce we made earlier. And then, apply it to the bread."
"You're not helping at all", you muttered with a pout, head tilted to the side to let Bucky rest his heavy chin on your shoulder. He only hummed, the sound vibrating against your skin.
"I like my girlfriend like this. And we saw what happened when I tried."
You only sighed at that, pretending to not enjoy how clingy he was. You garnished the pizza with some basil and oregano, totally into the act of an actual chef.
"Wanna have the first bite?", you turned your head just enough for your noses to brush. He scrunched up his face at the sudden contact, then slowly melted to boop yours once. His smile was small, soft, and so genuine.
"Nah, let my pretty girl have it."
"I can't decide on which of you two is cheesier", you spoke with a mouth stuffed full of pizza, the sticky, melted cheese smudged under your lip and crumbs lingering all over.
The sight only made the man fall harder for you.
He watched your dramatic expressions and elaborate gestures with patient eyes, his smile widening the more his heart bloomed with warm affection.
Your bodies fell back on the soft mattress of your bed with a quiet thump, the room filled with the sounds of your combined laughs.
"That was so fun", you stared up at the ceiling, your limbs spread wide, fingertips brushing his warm shoulder.
"It always is with you", he replied back with a sincerity that made blood rush to your cheeks. You rolled onto your side with a wide grin, looking up at him with the brightest eyes ever.
A few minutes passed with the silence broken by passing vehicles outside and sheets ruffling with how much you kept 'adjusting' your position. His fingers threaded through your hair, untangling the silky hair you'd deliberately shampooed before he came over.
You stared at each other like the princes and princesses from storybooks finally finding their happy ending. His gaze dropped to your lips and so did yours.
When his lips met yours, it was slow. A little reluctant like he wasn't sure of your reaction, but still so fond. Your lips moved carefully, pouring love like never before.
You were curled under the blanket with Bucky, your cold feet very conveniently nestled between his. Not your fault he signed up to be your personal heater when he decided to date you.
"Will you stop sighing?", you mumbled against his arm, eyes struggling to flutter open from the sleepy haze and glare at him.
"I'm not."
"I've been counting. This was the eleventh."
He was about to sigh at that too, before catching himself and clicking his tongue instead. He wiggled a little, subtly pushing himself farther.
"I don't think I'm ready. I'm sorry."
Your head craned at that, eyes squinted as you tried to spot Bucky in the dark.
"Ready for what?"
"You know...that", he jerked his chin like the answer was standing in your doorway. Now, it was your turn to sigh. Pushing away the urge to just bury yourself under the warm comforter, you sat up on your knees.
"That what? Sex?"
"Yeah", he admitted quietly, shame evident in the way he stared down at his metal palm.
"Buck, baby—", you slowly climbed onto his lap, his jaw cupped in your hands.
"Why would you ever think we had to?"
He met your gaze with a big question mark on his face, brows creasing at your words.
It was almost like he was incapable of processing what you just said. The primary reason he'd been running away from any relationships was because the idea of sexual intimacy put him off. Not because he wouldn't like it.
Because HYDRA had changed many things for the worse.
And then, here you were. Telling him that his tender kisses were enough. That his lazy cuddles and late date nights were enough.
"Huh?"
"I don't expect it, Bucky. I don't kiss you hoping it'll lead somewhere."
He paused, his muscles no longer tense under you. "…Really?"
"Really", you assured with a tight hug, you arms wrapping themselves around him as hard as you could. "You don't owe me anything. Not kisses. And definitely not your body."
"That was poetic for no reason, doll" His vision blurred with tears but he'd never let you know that. For now, jabs were better.
"I love you, Bucky. More than sex."
You still continued, seeing past his tough guy act.
"Love ya more", he grunted, lips pressed to the side of your head.
Happy birthday, Luka. Hope today treated you well and hope all your wishes come true!
— @official-buckybarnes
Hey, Mr Barnes!! Thank you ♡
It was a really nice day, lots of gifts and delicious food. I'm really sleepy now, I think I'll probably rest soon, maybe after read some fluffy fic. Thank you again for stopping by and I'm really glad you're back, we missed you ♡
I'm hoping for a post credit scene with bucky, it's my birthday, they need to do this for me since the release is obviously a gift for my birthday /silly but still hopeful
when he's buried 6ft under the ground, the tags around his neck will shine bright in the sand under the moonlight and some star 100 light years away will look into here and see them holding each other. they won't even know the tags weren't his. they would see them calling each other idiots. but they wouldn't ever see how they look at each other behind closed doors. they wouldn't see that when they make love to others, they think of each other. they wouldn't know that when they can't sleep, they lie awake thinking of what could've happened if they had more time.
both of them didn't know that before the bullet went through their skull, their last breaths were each other's names.
they will never know that they're buried facing each other, as a testament to what they could've been.
less than 10 min to my birthday... I'm starting to regret the monster energy I had because now I'm feeling a bit anxious...
I know it's silly, but I really enjoy my birthday, even if I'm an adult. It's a day about me, I get to choose everything! The clothes, the food, I can have cake for breakfast if I want to.
I feel like a princess, I can use a pretty dress ALL DAY if I want to because IT'S MY BIRTHDAY and nobody will say "don't use this, it will draw a lot of attention"
Today will be all about me and if I want to use all the pretty dresses I have then I'll use them!
And I asked every Bucky I know to wish me a happy birthday, told them about my pink pretty dress that makes me feel like a beautiful fairy princess. And also my "it's my birthday" earrings. And the crown that I won't have the guts to wear.
I hope everything goes well, nothing bad happens... I just want to have a good day. Happy birthday to me ♡
