Pairings: Bucky x Steve, Wanda x Nat
Word count: 1,066
Request: Anonymous. I know you probably have a lot of Stucky requests so sorry for adding another. Really enjoy Chubby!Bucky so maybe him x Steve and worried he could never like him since he’s soft :)
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Steve couldn’t help but smile softly as he watched Bucky laughing with Nat a few feet away. When Bucky started to look his way, Steve quickly looked away, not wanting to be caught staring. Licking his lips, he leaned on the front of the car, hood open. He heard footsteps and busied himself quickly. “You’ve been working on this for over an hour, Steve. Shouldn’t you be done by now?” Nat teased him gently. “Or do you just like looking like this?” She poked his arm.
He chuckled, shaking his head. “You caught me.” He joked. “No, uh, just keep getting distracted.” He shrugged a shoulder. There was a light blush on his cheeks.
Bucky wondered if Steve was flirting with Nat. Chewing on his lip, he just listened to them for a few minutes. He only snapped out of it when Nat waved a hand in front of his face. “Hm? What?” He blinked.
Steve thought he looked adorable like that. “I asked if you’re coming to dinner with us.” She laughed, amused. “We’re gonna go get some pizza.”
“Who’s all going?” He wondered.
“Just me and Steve right now. I’ll text the others after.” She raised an eyebrow, wondering what was up with him. “I’m sure Clint will come, Wanda will, Sam might.” She mused. “Why, don’t wanna be seen with us?” Her tone was playful as she nudged him.
“S’not that.” He muttered.
Nat furrowed her brows knowingly. “I’ll meet you in the lobby for pizza later, okay?” She glanced at Steve. “I’m gonna make this one help me choose my outfit.” Grabbing Bucky’s wrist, she dragged him behind her.
Once in her room, Nat looked at one of her best friends. “Okay, talk.” She crossed her arms over her chest. It clearly wasn’t a request “What’s going on? You’re acting really weird.” This wasn’t him. This wasn’t the guy that came crashing into her room after a night of drinking at 2 am to tell her some story that he was CONVINCED was hysterical, only to fall asleep on her floor midstory. This wasn’t the guy that watched shows with her while eating pizza and drinking beer, not a word said. And it worried her.
He ran a hand through his hair. “It’s nothing.” He tried. When she gave him ‘that look’, he winced. That look was well known to him when he tried to get out of trouble with her, or out of telling her something. And he always lost. “I like Steve.” He sighed, sitting on the end of her bed, looking at his shoes.
“Okay, that much I figured.” She sat next to him. “What’s the issue? I see how he looks at you.” She nudged him. Both men seemed oblivious to how the other felt about them.
“He wouldn’t like me, Nat.” He said simply. “I’m too...soft.” His voice was low, barely audible. Had there been any noise in the room, she wouldn’t have understood him. “Besides, wasn’t he flirting with you earlier?”
That made her laugh. “Bucky, Steve was not flirting with me.” She smiled at him. “I think you were the distraction, honestly. And he knows I’m into Wanda sooooo.” He whipped his head up to look at her. “I swear to God you tell her and I will let Clint prank you so bad.” She threatened him, finger pointing.
He put his hands up. “I won’t say a word.” He promised. “You should ask her out, though.” He encouraged her.
“Make you a deal. You ask Steve out, and I’ll ask Wanda out.” She held out a hand for a hand shake.
He looked nervous at that, but nodded. “Deal.” He’d do this scary thing if it helped one of his best friends possibly get a date with the woman she liked.
Later that night Bucky found Steve in the kitchen cleaning up. “Can I ask you something?” Bucky asked before he lost his nerve.
“Of course.” Steve smiled over at him for a moment before looking back at the stove to finish wiping it down. “What’s up?”
“I was wondering if I could take you on a date.” He managed, his hands in fists in his pockets. His heart was hammering in his chest. If Steve said no, and Nat was mistaken, he was utterly terrified he’d lose one of the most important people in his life. He had no idea how he would handle that.
Pausing what he was doing, Steve turned to him. “You want to take me on a date?” He grinned, excited. “Yes, I’d love to go on a date with you!” Seeing the relief wash over Bucky, moved closer. “Were you really that scared I’d turn you down? I’ve wanted to go out with you for years.”
Bucky stared at him in complete shock. “You have? Why have you never said anything? I was scared you didn’t like me back because I’m chubby.” Shyly, he ran his hand through his hair.
“I happen to find you very attractive.” Steve assured him.
“Now I get to tell Nat I asked you out so she can ask out the woman she likes.” He beamed. “I really hope she says yes. Maybe if she does we can do a double date?”
“I will go on any date I can get with you. Keep me company while I finish cleaning?” It was his night and he didn’t want to leave it undone.
The following Friday Bucky, Steve, Wanda, and Nat were on their double date at an amusement park. “So, do we want to work up to the big roller coaster or start with it?” Nat asked, glancing at the others.
“Start and end with it?” Bucky suggested. It would be a fun way to kick start the night, and an excellent way to end it. “As long as we get to the rides and games we’d all like at least once.” It would be only fair for each of them got to pick some rides and such.
“That works for me.” Wanda agreed with a nod. “I’m really looking forward to cuddling up to you on the farris wheel.” She told Nat with a soft smile.
Steve and Bucky shared a look, happy that two of their best friends were happy. “Us, too.” Steve winked at him. He really hoped that this date led to a lot more for each couple.
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You returned home after your shift to your shared apartment with Bucky in Bucharest, only to witness him slumped, deeply asleep on the couch. You quietly closed and locked the door behind you before tiptoeing over to him. As you were more than close enough, you felt your heart flutter in your chest at his relaxed state, and the slow rise and fall of his soft tummy through his red henley as he breathed. Even the bit of drool at the corner of his lips was adorable.
You thought to yourself that he must have passed out from waiting so long on you to get back from work. He must have missed you.
You smiled to yourself at the thought for a moment before your eyes managed to catch sight of his widely parted thick thighs, particularly the stiff boner between them that protruded through his denim jeans. You swore you could almost see the precum blotting the material. Your cheeks got flushed as you bit into your bottom lip, holding back your giggle. “Aw baby, you dreaming about me, hmm? Sure hope so.”
You knelt down between his legs and looked up at him, still in his sweet slumber. Your hands made their way to his belt, unbuckling it and undoing his jeans’ button and zipper. Your mouth practically watering at the sight of the bulge outlined in his underwear once you pulled his pants down just enough.
It surely didn’t take long for you to pull those down too, and be immediately presented with the exposed, throbbing rod in front of you. And yet no matter how many times you and Bucky would have had sex, the sight of his cock just never got old. That and his light happy trail that connected to his tubby belly. God, it made you so desperately wet in your panties. You then wasted no time and took his tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue all around it to taste his delectable precum. You then slid his cock halfway into your mouth, bobbing your head back and forth at a steady pace. You grabbed hold of his thighs, giving them a good squeeze as you continued.
Eventually the pleasurable stimulation Bucky’s cock was getting woke him up, with his confused, blurry eyes looking down at you, and raspy groans leaving his lips. “B-babe, what are you— when did you g-get- mmph fuck.” His words being cut as his tip suddenly touched the back of your throat. You gave him a lustful wink as your lips tightened around his cock, sucking it hard before pulling it out of your mouth with an audible pop. Strings of your saliva were connected to him before breaking apart and dribbling down your chin.
“Hey, big guy. Didn’t disturb you from your nap, did I? Just thought I’d give you some… help down here. Looked like you reeeally needed it.” You wiped your mouth clean with the back of your hand and stood up, lifting up the skirt of your work uniform and pulling your panties down to your ankles. Bucky’s eyes shot open, absolutely awake now as you climbed onto his lap, your pussy sopping wet in display. Your skirt already rolled up to your hips, you reached one hand to his dick, lining it up at your entrance and settling down with him fully stuffed inside you, taking a well deserved seat on top of him.
Bucky’s head dipped back and his fingers from both flesh and metal hands dug into the cushioned couch. He groaned as your warm, spongy walls clamped down around him, watching your body bounce up and down at a quickened pace. You panted and let out squeals as you felt his length inside you touch your good spot just right.
You grabbed hold of his shoulders as your bounces became more erratic, with his hands soon finding purchase on your hips to keep you close. “Fuck, baby, I might die if you keep squeezing me like that.” As if on cue, he felt your wet pussy clench even more, earning a boisterous moan out of your cyborg lover. “Feels good, doesn’t it, big boy? Bet you were just anxious for me to get home to you,” Bucky whined and nodded enthusiastically with the grip on your hips tightened, and fingers pressed deeply into your soft skin. You giggled lightly and had your face lean in closely to his, smirking devilishly at the sight of his flushed stubbled cheeks.
“Aww, so you did miss me. Well, I’m right here now, honey. Just. Right. Here,” each of your words being punctuated with a hard drop from your ass. Your hips began to pick up their rhythm and looked into Bucky’s hooded blue eyes, jaws dropped as moans and smacks of skin exchanged between the two of you and filled the living room. His thick arms wrapped around your waist and feet planted into the floor to keep him grounded. You cupped his face into your hands as you felt the knot deep in your core ready to loosen. His eyes shut and his nose wrinkled into an adorable scrunch.
“Cum with me. You can do that for me, can’t you? Cum with your girl.” Your voice drilled into his ears, egging him on as he too was near the edge of release.
Then finally, his mouth gaped and balls tightened as ropes of hot seed shot into your cunt, along with your juices coating all over his length. You rode out your orgasm and pressed your sweat slicked forehead against his, breathing hard while your heart rattled in your chest before initially calming down. Your arms found themselves around his neck as you and Bucky shared a longing stare with each other. You smiled and kissed the tip of his reddened nose, tucking your head away under his hairy chin with closed eyes. You felt his hand rub up and down on your back to comfort you as you both faded into exhaustion, resting on the plush of his chubby belly, with his now soft cock still inside you.
Warnings: none but still MINORS DNI, just pure fluff.
a/n: I was genuinely eating an ice cream bar when I wrote this up lmao. Also just the idea of him having an ice cream for the first time just felt adorable to me. (ˊᵒ̴̶̷̤ꇴᵒ̴̶̷̤ˋ)
You and Bucky were doing some light shopping at the local supermarket, as your little way of spending time with each other after a hard day at the avengers’ compound.
He held the basket in the groove of his metal arm and walked alongside you in the frozen food aisle, passing some freezers that contained various kinds of delicious ice creams. One specific type did manage to catch his attention though, having him halt in his steps to look through the frosted glass.
Once you noticed the vacant space next to you, you stopped in your tracks too, turning your head back to him, ogling what looked to be full boxes with different brands of ice cream sandwiches.
“See something you like, baby?” You teased, walking towards him and nudging his flesh arm with your elbow as his cheeks got warm.
“W-well, it’s just… I’ve never really thought to try these before. I’d see them all the time when I come in this place but-”
His words came paused as he got a look at your face, eyes unblinking with unadulterated shock, almost as if he had gotten shot in front of you.
“YOU’VE NEVER HAD AN ICE CREAM SANDWICH BEFORE?!” You belted in a high pitched tone, and his vibranium palm frantically covered your mouth to silence you.
The few people who also occupied the aisle turned their heads to the ordeal, receiving a cold, vicious stare from Bucky in return before he switched his quickly softening gaze back to you.
“Doll, now was that really necessary?” He asked with his narrowed, blue eyes, earning him an aggressive nod from you as you yanked his metal hand away from your lips.
“Of course it is! You’ve spent over 100 years without trying something so incredibly amazing,” you said, mortified and cupping his heavily stubbled face with both hands. “You’re eating one right now.”
His eyes widened when you opened the freezer door, letting the chilly mist hit your face as you reached for a box. You picked up a brand that was quite popular amongst the public and nodded to yourself in a way of approval.
The flavors were marked as “vanilla and chocolate” and you dug your nails under the stuck cardboard lid, tearing it open with vigor and revealing the treats to your eyes.
Bucky just stood idly by and watched you pull out a silver packet for him, making him take it with some hesitation.
“Aren’t we supposed to pay for this first, doll?” He asked, looking at the small packaging that glistened in the store’s ceiling lights.
You rolled your eyes and smirked at him. “We can do that after you have your first bite,” you said and grabbed an unopened sandwich yourself. “Look, I’ll eat one with you. That way you won’t feel guilty.”
His fingers were tentative as he pulled the pack open and got a good look at the ice cream sandwich. Two round, plain vanilla cookies with a white, chilled filling between them. You immediately opens yours to reveal its chocolate counterpart.
“Ok, ready? 3… 2… 1… Go!” You both each taking a bite at the same time, with yours being significantly bigger than his.
Your knees felt weak as the frozen, rich chocolate melted on your tongue along with the satisfying crunch from its cookies. You then glanced to Bucky with a bright grin before swallowing. “Good right?”
His blue eyes were blown open in pure delight, shining like a thousand stars. He then took another bite, a bigger one and deeply groaned at the pleasure in his tastebuds.
By the looks of it, you could tell him and tummy enjoyed the ice cream a lot. So much so, that after he scarfed down the rest of his sandwich, he leaned over your small body and bit into yours.
“A-aye, Bucky!” You yelped while letting your giggles escape. “You greedy thing. You could’ve asked me.” Bucky chuckled at your words since they carried no real malice.
His gaze soon darted to the shopping basket he still carried, and back at the opened box you held under your arm. He then swiftly took it from you and stuffed it into the basket, catching you by surprise as he also opened the freezer to grab two more.
“Uhh,” you blinked twice before getting any word out your mouth.
“What? I’m getting those for the others when we get back to the compound.”
You then looked at him with a smug expression while he quickly turned away from you, using his long, brown hair to hide his bright blushing face. “Riiiiight.”
Baker!Bucky is the type to spend 30 minutes in the card aisle trying to find the perfect Valentines Day card. He's opened, studied, and disregarded half the display because nothing is good enough, none of them convey how much he loves you. It's another 15 minutes before he finds one he likes. Then he checks the rest and snags two more cards as back ups.
This was the easy part.
Now he had to find your gift. Make the meal (because he'll be damned if his girl eats anything but his cooking on Valentines). Get the decorations in order. Try to play it cool, be nonchalant even though he's the exact opposite when it comes to you. He just has to pretend he is until Friday, so he doesn't ruin the surprise.
summary: A normal Friday night turns into something so much more when Bucky asks if you remember the night you met.
warnings: omegaverse, true mates, love at first sight, proposals, this is just a whole lot of fluff, like there’s nothing but cavities here, some teasing but it’s out of love
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a/n: this is one of the shortest things i’ve ever written but i’m in a bit of a funk with writing so i wanted to do something short and sweet, so here y’all go!
"Do you remember the night we met?" The deep timbre of Bucky's voice washes over you, blanketing you in its richness and warming you almost as much as the bonfire only a few feet away. A smile breaks across your face, and you can't help the quiet giggle that escapes your lips at the memory.
It was nearing seven, and the sky was shrouded in dark clouds, fat droplets of water pouring down from the heavens and soaking all of Brooklyn, forcing all its occupants to seek shelter. You'd been sitting at a table in the back corner of Irene's Diner for a few hours before the rain started and decided to wait out the storm while reading your newest find from the used bookstore nearby.
You were content to read in the silence of the empty shop with your food long since eaten and your second cup of coffee already halfway gone, but then the front door was nearly ripped off its hinges and the bell above it dinged wildly as someone entered. It was a man, an Alpha, who stood well over six feet tall. His biceps bulged against his sweater that was now soaked to his skin, his thighs looked to be suffocating in those jeans, and his belly, oh god his belly. So soft and round, and you could immediately envision yourself coming home from a long day at work to rest your head on the man's chest and feel his body pressing against yours to ease your worries.
He's the type of Alpha to make any Omega swoon, and you swooned. Oh, did you swoon. You swooned internally and, horrifyingly, externally as well. The high-pitched squeak you let out when his eyes met yours made you wish for the ground to open and swallow you whole. But, come on, one could arguably say that the Alpha was having a bad day, and yet he still looked and smelled like that. His scent - fresh cedar wood with a hint of floral - wasn't overpowered by the smell of the rain mixed with the grass that was freshly cut only hours before, like it should have been. Given the environment, you'd have been surprised that you could smell anything resembling his true scent if you didn't instinctively know why you could -
He's your mate. You know it. Just by smell alone, you know that he is your one true love.
And, judging by the look of shock and awe on the Alpha's face, you would assume he's thinking something similar about you.
"I do," You whisper back, fiddling with Bucky's fingers that rest on your stomach. It's a standard Friday night and you're laying in the hammock you have set up in your backyard, your back to Bucky's chest as you stare up at the stars, and a mischievous glint forms in your eyes. "I remember thinking you looked like a drowned kitten - hey!" You're cut off by your Alpha poking you in the side, breaking off into giggles as he tickles you some more until you're squirming enough to rock the hammock.
"Are you sorry now, 'mega?" Bucky asks cockily, and you can't see his face, but you know he's smiling - probably that dopey one he always wears when he looks at you. "Are you sorry for making fun of your Alpha?"
"No." It's true; he knows you're not sorry, and he knows you'll tease him again. Does he mind, though? Not one bit. He'll let you get away with saying just about anything if it means you keep talking to him with that soft tone and that sparkle in your eyes you reserve only for him.
"Here I was about to go on about how I knew you were my mate from the moment our eyes locked and you're teasing me," Bucky huffs, and you don't even try to stop your eyes from rolling. God, he's so dramatic.
"I'm teasing you because I love you." Immediately, Bucky deflates, and you can feel the unwavering love he has for you flowing through the bond at your declaration, which makes you settle in place as well.
"And I love you, my mate," Bucky says, nuzzling your temple with a soft smile.
Growing up hearing about bonds and mates had prepared you for meeting yours; you'd daydreamed about the perfect partner and planned out your futures by thirteen years old. Your parents had instilled in you that while you may be an Omega, you were no less deserving of love and respect than an Alpha, and that you should never settle for less than that. And while dating was a little difficult due to quite a bit of Alphas having more traditional views of relationships and designations, your parents never let you fall into their traps. You understand you're extremely lucky to have the parents you do, but after a while it seemed like you'd never meet an Alpha that would treat you the way they said you should be treated.
But then July 21st of 2022 came around, and the Alpha you and your parents always wanted for you came walking into your life, turning it upside down and going so far beyond what you expected out of a relationship that even after two years together, you're still not quite sure if Bucky is just a dream.
It hits you right then, the feeling of being loved and being in love with someone who has made a five-hour round-trip to get your parents and bring them to his house after theirs was damaged in a storm, letting them stay with you two until their place could get fixed.
You're in love with someone who volunteers at the local library, reading to the kids, even watching over them for a short time so their parents can get some shopping done in peace.
You're in love with a caring and selfless Alpha, who gives you anything you could ever want, and all he asks for in return is you.
You've always known you wanted to marry Bucky, so you're not sure why it feels like a revelation when it crosses your mind just now, but it does. It feels like new information, as though you haven't known you were going to spend the rest of your life with him from the moment he came up to your table, soaked and sheepish, letting you know that he doesn't mean to be a stereotypical Alpha but he has to let you know that you're beautiful and he also really loves the author whose book you're reading.
"Omega?" Bucky's gentle voice breaks you out of your thoughts, and you crane your neck to smile back at him.
"You know I'm going to marry you, right?" You don't know why you say it; it's just the first thing that comes to mind. But your Alpha's reaction to your sudden declaration doesn't disappoint.
"Well, currently, my only life plan involves being with you forever, so I can only hope you want to marry me too," Bucky chuckles, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. It's only brief, though, because you pull back and turn as much as you can so you can look into your Alpha's eyes.
"No, like..." You trail off, chewing on your bottom lip as you think over what to say. You're not sure what you want to say exactly, but when your mate is Bucky Barnes, it's a little hard to think of any words in any language that can properly convey how you feel. "I know we've talked about it a little, and that it's kind of a given since we're true mates. But, whether we're mates or not, I'd still choose to marry you. I'd still choose to love you even if fate tried to lie to me and say that you're not meant for me. I have our whole wedding planned out, too. What food we're going to have, the color schemes, I'm even thinking you can train Alpine to be the flower girl and carry a basket of roses down the aisle. Like, I've planned everything. I'm going to marry you, Bucky Barnes. I'm serious."
"And you think I'm not?" He asks, and even though there's a hint of playfulness in his tone, the look in his eyes brings tears to yours. He just looks so damn happy, and that's all you want for him; all you want is to make him feel as happy and loved as he makes you feel.
Bucky shuffles a little, removing one of his arms from around your body so he can dig into the pocket of his jeans. He has a determined look on his face; your brows furrow in confusion when he takes whatever he had in his pocket out of it, and his hand is large enough that it completely encompasses whatever it is.
"What is it, Buck?" You ask, bringing up your hands to cover his closed one. When he nods to your joined hands, he uncurls his fingers to reveal what he was holding - a small black box.
A small black box.
All of the air leaves your lungs, and you know what it holds without even having to look at it. That doesn't stop a few tears from running down your cheeks and a small squeak from leaving your lips when you see the gorgeous gold band nestled inside.
"Wha -"
"I told you I was serious," Bucky murmurs, using his free hand to take out the ring and set the box aside so he can also hold your left hand. "I didn't exactly have a plan on when I was going to propose; I figured I would just know when the time is right. I didn't have any intentions of it being tonight, but now I know that I have to do it now."
There's a lump in your throat, your head is spinning, and you have to pinch yourself because if this is a dream, then you want to wake up now before he asks, and then it all goes away.
But it doesn't go away; the dream doesn't fizzle out when you feel that sharp pain. You'll ask Bucky later to tell you again what he said leading up to his question because all you can hear right now is your own heartbeat pounding away with each new word that his lips form. It's all a haze until -
"Will you marry me?"
You barely let him get the question out before you're practically screaming "yes!" into the air, then dive down to capture his lips with yours. The kiss is frantic and a little messy, and it's never been more perfect because it's a kiss with Bucky, your mate, your Alpha, your soon-to-be-husband. And the kiss goes on and on, your tongues tangling with each other as you explore old territory as though it's for the first time until the need to breathe outweighs your desperation to show your Alpha how much he means to you.
"Yes," You breathe against his lips when you pull back. It takes a few moments of laughing and sniffling for both of you to settle back into your original positions, but when you do, you stare up at the stars with a newfound appreciation.
"So," Bucky says, wrapping his arms around you even tighter now as he plays with your fingers, "tell me, what's our wedding going to be like?"
You end up falling asleep outside that night, talking about the plans for the ceremony and the possible honeymoon destinations until your voice gets scratchy and you can barely keep your eyes open.
And if there are tears of happiness in Bucky's eyes the whole time, then, well, it's not like your eyes are dry either.
I made a peach cobbler today and let me tell you I almost fucked up with the sugar measurements because I couldn’t stop thinking about chubby baker bucky 😫 but in the end it turned out great very sweet 😋
He's very proud of you and he cant wait to have a taste😌
