Beefy bucky cuddles and laying on top of you like a HUGE weighted blanket
i need this right now thank you
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By the time Bucky finally makes it back to the apartment, it’s already dark outside, the city humming low and distant beyond the windows. You’re curled up on the couch with a blanket half-slid off your legs, some mindless show playing more for background noise than anything else.
You barely get the chance to look up before he’s there.
Boots kicked off haphazardly by the door. Jacket abandoned on a chair. He smells like cold air and gun oil and that familiar, comforting him that settles into your chest the second he enters a room.
“Hey,” you start, smiling—
—and then a very large, very solid man collapses onto you.
Not beside you.
On you.
The couch dips dangerously as Bucky sprawls out, chest pressed to your front, thigh slung heavily over yours, metal arm braced on the cushion by your head while his other one curls around your waist. The impact knocks the air from your lungs in a surprised laugh.
“Bucky—!” you wheeze, hands automatically coming up to his shoulders. “Oh my god.”
He doesn’t move.
Doesn’t apologize.
If anything, he settles more.
His full weight sinks down until you’re pinned beneath him, back pressed into the cushions, legs tangled, his broad chest rising and falling slowly against yours. He lets out a low, content sound—half sigh, half hum—right into the space below your chin.
“There,” he murmurs. “That’s better.”
You laugh again, breathless, fingers digging into the thick fabric of his sweater. “You’re crushing me.”
“No, I’m not,” he says lazily, voice already slipping into that sleepy register. “You’d tell me if I was.”
As if on cue, he shifts just enough to tuck his head against your shoulder, beard scraping pleasantly against your skin. His arm tightens around you, pulling you flush, like he’s afraid even an inch of space might let the cold back in.
He’s warm. So warm. Heat radiates off him in waves, his body a solid, unyielding presence draped over yours. It’s like being pinned by the world’s coziest, most stubborn weighted blanket.
“You are so heavy,” you say, but your tone is fond, fingers tracing absent shapes into his back.
“M’beefy,” he replies, unbothered. “That’s the point.”
You snort. “Is that why you’re laying on me?”
“Partly.” He nudges his nose into your neck. “Long day. Need pressure. Need you.”
That last part is quieter. Softer.
Your chest tightens.
You thread your hands into his hair, scratching lightly at the nape of his neck. He melts instantly, entire body relaxing as if someone flipped a switch. His weight increases somehow, every ounce of him trusting you to hold it.
He exhales slowly, deeply, like he’s finally letting go of something he’s been carrying all day.
“You can breathe, right?” he asks after a moment, voice muffled against your skin.
“Barely,” you tease.
He huffs out a laugh, warm and rumbling, and shifts his hips just enough to take a fraction of the pressure off your lungs—still heavy, still pinning you, but considerate in that uniquely Bucky way.
“There,” he says. “Compromise.”
You run your hands over him, over the breadth of his shoulders, the thick curve of his arms, the solid plane of his back. He feels impossibly real like this. Grounding. Safe.
Minutes pass. Maybe more. The show keeps playing, forgotten.
Bucky’s breathing evens out, slow and steady. His metal hand rests splayed against your side, cool but not cold, while his other arm stays locked around you like a promise. Every now and then, he nuzzles closer, as if subconsciously making sure you’re still there.
You shift slightly beneath him, adjusting your legs. “You comfortable?” you murmur.
“Mhm.” His voice vibrates against your chest. “Could stay here forever.”
“You’re gonna fall asleep.”
“Good.”
You smile, carding your fingers through his hair again. “What if I need to get up?”
He tightens his hold immediately, possessive but playful. “Then you don’t.”
“Bucky.”
“I’ll move,” he promises, even though neither of you believes him. “Eventually.”
Your heart swells at the trust in it. At the way he lets himself be like this with you—heavy, needy, unguarded. A man built like a weapon who just wants to be held and hold back just as fiercely.
His thumb starts tracing slow circles against your side, rhythmic and soothing. You feel yourself sinking too, body relaxing under the constant, comforting pressure of him.
“You’re like… a human gravity well,” you mumble.
He smiles against your skin. You can feel it. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. Everything just… stops.”
He lifts his head just enough to press a soft kiss to your jaw, then your cheek. “That’s ‘cause I’ve got you.”
He settles back down, weight reasserting itself fully, deliberately. Your breath stutters for half a second before evening out again.
SUMMARY: When the need for cuddles ends up with Bucky partaking in the readers skin care routine, fluff follows close behind.
WARNINGS: FLUUUUFFFFF! like so much fluff. Soft! Bucky, Cuddly! Bucky.
Word Count: 1253
A/N: Idk what came over me to write this, perhaps it was the new face wash I got last night but here this is! This is based off of my routine, apologies to all the beauty gurus out there.
Enjoy!! <3
Divider by Rookthorne
She trudged into the compound at the ‘ungodly hour’ of 3 am. The mission she had been on was successful but all she wanted at this point in time was to get her tac-suit off, wash the grime off of her face and curl up with her lover in bed. She smiled at the thought of the brooding super soldier waiting for her in bed and quickened her steps to reach her end goal sooner.
Finally reaching the door of their shared suite, she pushed open the door and dropped her bag on the doormat and made a beeline for the bathroom, not noticing the smiling Bucky leaning against the headboard of the bed watching her flit around with amusement coloring his features. He watched how as she crossed from one side of the room to the other she somehow slipped out of her tac-suit, into one of his Henley's, and into the bathroom.
Bucky waited for a few minutes until his patience was thin enough that he rose up from the bed and stalked over to the bathroom and pushed open the door to see her filling up the sink with warm water and pulling out various bottles and containers, placing them neatly on the counter. “What are you doin, doll?” He asked softly, but still somehow startled the female in front of the sink. She spun around and scowled at him playfully before responding, “Besides getting scared shitless by my supposed boyfriend? Just getting cleaned up for bed.” Bucky hummed as she turned back to the sink and grabbed a little silicone scrubber thing, that had a larger matching counterpart in the shower, and placed it in the water.
As she reached up to the shelf for a wash cloth, Bucky wrapped his arms around her middle and buried his face in her back. “Can’t this wait till mornin’?” He whined, causing the female to laugh as she turned around in his arms to place a kiss on his nose. “Skin care is no joke, Bucky. It won’t take me long, go back to bed. I’ll be there asap.” The man just huffed and held onto her tighter, “But you were gone for sooo looong. “He complained as she placed the washcloth in the sink, giggling. “Honey, I was gone for 2 days!” She pried his arms off as he continued to whine, “2 days too long! I missed you!” She sighed, as her heart melted, because truth be told, she missed him too. “Ok, how about this. You sit here on the counter and the second I’m done, you can sweep me off my feet, whisk me to bed, and we won't do anything but cuddle tomorrow. Deal?”
Bucky acted like he pondered her decision for a moment before hopping up onto the sink. She smiled at him and took the now wet washcloth and wiped down her face before grabbing her silicone scrubber and putting some cream thing on it and rubbing it on her face. Bucky watched on curiously before asking, “What is that?” She smiled at him and held the scrubber for him to take. “It's a moisturizing and cleansing face scrub. It smells like peaches!” Bucky took the scrubber that looked 10 times smaller in his grasp and sniffed it as she rinsed her face off.
After patting her face dry, she looked at Bucky who had grabbed the bottle of the face cleanser and was reading the back intently. She melted at the sight of the big burly man sitting on her sink when an idea struck her. “Want to try it?” Bucky looked up from the bottle and cocked his head. “Try what?” She giggled as she grabbed his hand and pulled him off the counter and positioned him to stand in front of the sink. “My skin routine, here, take this rag and dampen your face then take the scrubber and use the face scrub.” Bucky took the rag from her grasp and wiped down his face and then took the scrubber from her grasp and washed his face. He was surprised to feel little gritty things on his face as he moved the scrubber around, but it felt nice.
He placed the scrubber down, rinsed and dried his face before having a damp cotton pad shoved into his hand. “This is just microcellular water, just to make sure we got all of the soap off. They began wiping down their faces and she caught a glimpse of the intense gaze on his face in the mirror as he continued to wipe down his face. He locked eyes with her in the mirror and made a face causing more giggles to erupt from her frame which in turn, made a huge grin erupt on Bucky’s face. She handed him another pad and explained that it was a toner and to put it on in upwards strokes. The next task confused him a bit as he watched her pull out a small glass vial, two q-tips, and some funny lookin brush. She pulled a dropper out of the vial and placed a few drops on the end of a q-tip before handing it to Bucky. “Ok, this is an eye and eyelash oil, it moisturizes your eyelids and helps your eyelashes grow thicker.” She explained as she took her own prepared q-tip and rand it across both of her eyelids as close to her lashes as she could before taking the little brush and brushing the oil through her lashes and looked up to Bucky with a smile, motioning for him to do the same.
He got the oil on with no issue but he couldn’t manipulate the little brush and so with a little pouting, he got her to do it for him. It had to have been quiet the sight, a large super soldier sitting on the counter while his girlfriend stood in between his thick thighs to brush his eyelashes, but with the little giggles that kept slipping past her lips, he decided it was all worth it. She set the brush down and grabbed a little blue container and a small silicone spatula. “Ok, last thing, this is a lip mask, it’ll make your lips super soft and it tastes pretty good too.” She explained as she opened the container, scooped out a little bit and applied it to her lips.
She handed the spatula and container to Bucky who took it and promptly placed it on the counter. She cocked an eyebrow but realization flashed across her face as he cupped the back of her head, pulling her into a sweet, dizzying, kiss effectively applying the product to his lips as well. He pulled back and chuckled at the dazed look on her face as he spoke, “You’re right, it does taste good.” She shook her head playfully which caused Bucky to laugh softly. He pushed himself off of the counter and scooped her up in his arms, causing a loud squeak to leave her. “James! What are you doing!” She laughed as he threw her onto the bed and then collapsed beside her. He turned off the lights and pulled her close. “I was promised cuddles and cuddles I shall get.” He declared, smiling as she snuggled into his warm embrace. She felt herself growing sleepy, “I love you,” She whispered, placing a kiss on his collar bone. He returned the gesture, placing a kiss on top of her head, replying with a soft I love you too.
Summary: You and Bucky watch a scary movie but you’re a big scaredy cat. Thankfully, in Bucky’s arms is the very best place to be.
Author’s Note: This is for the HBC’s @the-ss-horniest-book-club continuation of drunk drabbles and the Fall in Love drabble challenge. The lovely prompt below from @buckys-henley was just too sweet to pass up! There are few things better than cuddly close with Bucky! Hope you enjoy! Thank you all for reading! Much love always! ❤❤❤
Warnings: Super soft cuddly fluff, fluffy love, a scary movie
You wait for Bucky to join you on the couch, your fluffy slippers tucked under your butt and a glass of wine in your hand. “Ok doll, I think I have everything! You ready?” He sits beside you, laying out the snacks and grabbing the remote. “I think so.” Bucky takes your chin in his hand, “don’t worry baby girl, I’m here, I won’t let anything happen to you.”
You can see his smirk even in the darkness of the living room, “don’t you make fun of me! You know I’m terrified of this stuff.” His arm curls around your shoulders and he tugs you close, kissing the top of your head. “I know, I’m just playing around. If at any point you want to stop watching just tell me. Ok?” Your lips meet his in a sweet kiss and you nod, snuggling closer.
“WAIT!” you screech just as he’s about to press play. “Can you go get your hoodie? I want to hide in it.” Bucky chuckles before getting up and jogging to your bedroom. He comes back and hands you the hoodie. “Here you go baby.” You shake your head, “no, no, I want you to wear it. Thennnnn I’ll hide in it.” He looks slightly confused but doesn’t ask and just puts it on. Once he’s settled back on the couch, he looks over at you expectantly.
You open up each side of his hoodie and slide back under his arm, wrapping yourself in the fabric and laying against his chest. Taking the other side, you pull it closer and snuggle in. “Wow, you weren’t kidding.” Bucky seems both comfortable and impressed so he starts the movie, holding you tight to his warm body.
The second the music starts you flinch, and you can feel Bucky’s laugh even though you don’t hear it. “You know I know you’re laughing at me.” He dips his head close to your ear, “you’re just so cute. I can’t help it.” You start twirling the collar of his soft tee shirt between your fingers, holding the top of his hoodie just above your nose so you can barely see.
A particularly tense scene starts to unfold, and you cover your entire face, recoiling when the screaming begins. “Bucky, is it over yet?” Bucky squeezes in with you and gives you a kiss, effectively distracting you from the bad scene. When he pulls away, he looks back up, “ok, safe now.” You peer over the hoodie and gulp, gripping his shirt tightly while you wait for the next scary part.
Both of his arms wrap around you and he pulls you further onto his lap. You’re in a cocoon of soft warmth and surrounded by the comforting smell of Bucky. “I think I might just stay here forever Buck.” His fingers caress your thigh and he whispers into your neck, “sounds perfect to me. I love having you this close.”
As another frightening scene unfolds you simply hide your head and cover your ears, deciding to just stay there for the rest of the movie. Bucky shifts under you and you see the room go pitch black, the sounds of the movie gone. “What happened Buck?” He lays down on the couch and pulls you next to him, throwing his leg over yours and circling his arms around your waist. “Why don’t we just cuddle? I feel bad you’re so scared.”
You let your fingers lightly trace the scruff along his jaw, loving the bristly but soft feel beneath your fingers, “I love you.” He takes his hoodie and lays it over your side, tugging you even closer into his body, “I love you too baby girl. I wish we could spend every day like this.” You agree with a contented sigh, moving your fingers down his neck and over his chest. “Me too, Bucky. Me too.”
Hi I adore you and your work, you are so sweet and talented. I was wondering if you still take requests if you could do one where its the reader's time of the month and its particularly painful. And Bucky spends the day just taking care of her and being cuddly?
A/N: I’m supposed to be doing homework but this is too cute to ignore. I love u sm :’ ) requests are always open !!! lets get into this amazing fluff >:)
You knew it had began, the Great War between you and your uterus. It wasn’t your fault you didn’t have a baby but your uterus was still going to absolutely destroy you for this whole week. You always have to worst cramps and horrible flow, this time was no different.
You rolled over, groaning in pain and clutching your abdomen, getting up slowly as tears pooled in your eyes from the pain and the stain on your white sheets. You sniffled as you got up to change and use the restroom. You looked in the mirror and broke down, why did you have to stain the white sheets? You continued crying, not even knowing why and took the sheets off. You threw them across the room and just kept bawling your eyes out.
“Doll what’s wrong? What happened? Did someone hurt you?” Bucky rushed in, hearing you from the kitchen where he was making breakfast. You shook your head.
“I’m sorry” you mumbled through your shaky breaths he was puzzled and then you pointed to the stained sheets. It clicked in his mind and he joined you on the floor, taking you into his arms and rocking you back and forth.
“Oh baby, don’t even worry I’ll take care of it, how about you get changed into your favorite shirt of mine and the shorts you steal from me and I’ll make you some breakfast yeah?” He kissed you on the forehead as you nodded and he picked you up setting you in the bed, letting you get dressed.
Once you exited the room Bucky lay out your food on the table before rushing to the room to change the bed and letting you eat in silence. As he exited the room he joined you and gave you company while you finished. He took your plate and put it in the sink, he handed you some pills to help with the cramps and a glass of water.
“Do you need any pads or tampons honey or maybe a heating pad?” You shook your head and lay your head on his lap when you lay on your side, clutching a pillow as he rubbed circles on your shoulder.
“I want chocolate” you murmured looking up at hi, his eyes twinkled as he got up and grabbed some snacks he had stored away for times where your period was worse than normal. You smiled brightly, getting up and grabbing the sweet relief.
“Can we watch Hatchi?” You asked looking at him, he frowned at you.
“You already sob when you aren’t on your period, you really wannaput yourself through that?” He clocked his eyebrow. You nodded your head, he sighed and tried to reject it, only for you to grow silent and your lip to tremble. Your mood swings were horrible today. He sighed and popped the CD in and you leaned into him, pressing a kiss to his cheek. He looked at you adoringly, even when you were switching moods with the wind, he still loved you.
Halfway through the movie you were crying so hard he had to turn it off. He held you on his lap with your head on his chest. Mumbling sweet nothings and bad puns to cheer you up. He took you back to your shared bed and got under the cover with you.
There was a soft pitter patter on the windows from the light rain. “Reminds me of back in the 40’s” he whispered, playing with your hair while your eyes fluttered shut. You replied with a small ‘mmm’ for him to continue. You loved when he talked about the 40’s.
“My sisters would make me braid their hair because they couldn’t do it themselves yet, and I’d have to play their silly games with them because ms wouldn’t let them out in the rain.” He smiled softly at the memory looking down at you. You were smiling up at him, all the fondness in your eyes clearly visible to him.
“Imagine when we have kids, I’m sure they’ll love your metal arm” you spoke moving over to reach the heating pad as another cramp ripped through your abdomen. He smiled and helped you plug in the heating pad, getting up.
You had woken up pretty late so it was now around 7 pm and all you had done was cuddle with Bucky. You had been in your bed the entire time while he ran around getting everything for you. You kept telling him you could do it but he wouldn’t allow it. Even threatening you when your trotted into the kitchen to get some water.
You ordered some food from your favorite fast food place and he told you some more funny stories and even told you he knew how to play piano. You talked lightly over dinner, you didn’t know what you were talking about, it was everything and nothing.
You need up watching the office with him on the couch, assigning who on the team would be who in the show. After going through a few seasons, Bucky felt your breathing steady on his chest. He looked at you. Your eyelashes lay on your cheeks, eyes relaxed. Your hair was in a messy bun, but it framed your face perfectly. Your mouth was slightly parted, you didn’t make any noise as you slept, and only he could hear your soft breathing because of his enhanced senses.
You looked perfect to him. Your cheeks flushed from the heat of the heating pad combined with his body heat. He didn’t mind that two hours ago you were yelling at him for stealing an Oreo only for thirty seconds later you crying over the Opportunity rover having died and then in another two minutes you were laughing way too hard over a picture of a single blade of grass.
He wouldn’t have it any other way. You were his darling, his one true love. And he hated your uterus for causing you so much pain, but he made sure to be there for you, to ease the pain. And he sure as hell did.
Warnings: Holy fluff, pizza stealing (I know some are very sensitive to that)
At five to nine you started walking to the elevator that would bring you down to the unusual Friday Night Movie Night. You were in the blue PJs you always wore to movie night, plus your fuzzy Captain America socks you scored at Target before you even became an Avenger. Over the years they had lost some of their fluff, but they were oldies but goodies and you were sure Steve would appreciate them. Plus it was always cold in the living room of the tower, so you came prepared.
The elevator dropped you off on the floor with the kitchen and the living room and you immediately smelled pizza. Yeessss. This wasn’t the movie night you expected, but you knew it would be fun.
Walking into the kitchen, you saw Bucky right away. You noticed he also came prepared for the cold room. No different from any Friday Night Movie Night, he was wearing his thin grey sweatpants, that tonight left you weak at the knees. However, instead of just a black t-shirt, he was wearing a dark green sweatshirt with the word ARMY on it that looked like it was from his actual days in the army. You chuckled. Old Man.
You looked around and saw everyone in their PJs and laughed to yourself. Oh, if HYDRA could see you now, y’all were terrifying in your graphic t’s and soft pants.
You plopped down on the couch next to Steve who was setting up the movie. You could plainly see he was struggling with the technology so you left him alone to concentrate. You smirked as he leaned forward, pressing random buttons with squinted eyes. You knew you should help the elderly, but before you could swoop in and save movie night, you felt the cushion next to you dip and heard Bucky whisper “Try not to fall asleep tonight.”
As a reply to his teasing, you simply reached over to his plate, while his mouth was still up to your ear and stole his pizza.
His jaw almost hit the floor and he yelled “What the-”
“We are at war, remember?” you interrupted him with a mouth full.
He looked at you with a pout. “How’s about a truce?”
You pretended to think about it but he just jutted his bottom lip out into more of a pout. You felt bad for him, he seemed very upset about his loss of pizza. And his chin now on your shoulder made you crumble.
“Fine, but I get to keep this piece.” You took another bite.
He grinned and was still shaking his head at you while he got up to get another slice.
The whole team had finally made it to the living room, including Clint, and Tony had helped Steve turn on the movie after teasing him for a solid five minutes.
By the time the opening credits rolled, everyone had scarfed their pizza and had gotten comfy on the various couches and chairs in the room, the only light coming from the huge screen.
The warmth the pizza brought you was slowly disappearing and you regretted not bringing a blanket down with you. You crossed your legs, trying to curl yourself up, your knees hitting Steve’s and Bucky’s by the time you were settled.
“Comfy?” a low voice next to you asked and grumbled out a chuckle that warmed you like no blanket could.
You hummed a reply as you felt his warm arm wrap around your shoulders. But as soon as it was there, it was gone.
“Jesus, doll, you’re freezing. Here...” He started pulling off his Army sweatshirt and as much as you wanted it, you felt bad taking it.
“No, no, Buck it’s okay.”
But your voice caught in your throat as you watched his black t-shirt come up with the shirt he was shedding. You’d seen Bucky shirtless a few times, but you were never close enough to touch his toned torso and you had to stop yourself from reaching out.
His head emerged from the bottom of the green and he whipped his hair out of his face as he straightened out his black tee.
“Here, put this on.” He handed you the sweatshirt and you did as you were told. The smell of his cologne swam circles around you as you pulled it down your waist. It was baggy on your frame and the sleeves covered your hands and in that moment, you knew he was never getting that sweatshirt back.
“Thank you” you said as you leaned into his arm that was wrapped around your shoulders again.
The two of you were safe in the dark, everyone else’s eyes were on the TV screen.
You liked this movie and enjoyed the time with the team, but apparently Bucky was not as amused because he was pulling you off the couch, around the corner, and into the hallway near the elevator.
A gasp escaped your lips as his hands grabbed your waist under his sweatshirt and pushed you up against the wall. You put your hands on his chest and could feel it rising and falling under your fingers. His forehead was against yours and you felt his voice reverberate in your body.
“I couldn’t stand it anymore. I need both arms around you.” He chuckled, releasing a giggle from you.
“We could have done this in there” You said, almost whispering.
“Yeah, but we couldn’t do this in there.” His voice was gravelly as his hands left your waist and landed on the sides of your face. You couldn’t help but melt into his touch, warm on one side and cool on the other.
He finally brought his lips to yours and your hands fell to his hips, lifting his shirt to make room for your fingers on his bare skin. He sweetly kissed you, moving his flesh hand to the back of your head to gently tangle his fingers in your hair.
He leaned in further, parting his lips to deepen the kiss, making his hair fall forward and tickle your face. You traced the lines of his torso up to his neck to wrap your arms around him and pull him down to you.
The two of you started breathing heavily when his hips pushed yours against the wall and you knew that your excitement was reciprocated when you felt him against your leg.
You dragged your unwilling lips away from his, you both needed air. His blue eyes pulled you in like the tide and you reached up to his face and pushed his long hair behind his ears.
His big hands that were harshly gripping your hips a few seconds ago were now gently playing with the bottom of his sweatshirt that was on you.
“Wanna go watch a movie?” He asked sincerely.
You grinned and nodded. He took your hand and led you to the elevator. You both stepped in and tuned around and his arm landed around your waist as he pushed the button that would bring you to the floor with your rooms. As the elevator doors closed he pulled you close to place a kiss on the top of your head.
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