im so tempted to write a little fic inspired by this but I DONT KNOW
Bucky Barnes who is NOT afraid to get back into the debaucherous world of sex, BY ANY MEANS. He's just ... O.O.P. Out Of Practice.
Makes it overly clear to you on your second date that he has no clue what he's doing. Barely knew in the 40s, has absolutely no idea now. He blushes too.
His hands tremble a little when you guide them to your ass, who mumbles something about disrespect under his breath.
He can't look anywhere but your eyes the first time you take your shirt off, and you think if he could glue them shut he probably would.
Hits his head against the slightly-too-tough back of the couch when you straddle him, nothing but the thinness of both your underwear between you two.
Keeps muttering that he's fucking this up somehow, and you don't know how to tell him he's the most gorgeous thing you've seen in a long while - eyes wide, mouth constantly parted, slightly flushed.
Who cannot stop silently thanking some higher power when your bra finally comes off, and most definitely cannot keep his mouth off you - or his teeth, for that matter.
Gets so caught up in the softness of you that he barely registers the fact you're moving your hips against him.
Who can't stop panting into the space between your neck and shoulder when you tangle your fingers into the hair at the base of his neck, tugging ever-so-slightly while you grind down harder on him.
Who barely has time to warn you before he comes in his boxers, his thumbs pressing so hard into your hips you can already feel the purple forming.
Who lets out a noise crossed between a whimper and a moan, so lustful it makes you gasp.
Who immediately forgets all his worries the second he sets his mind on repaying you, because no way is this ending without you at least coming in your pants too.
Found a spotify account that made a Bucky Barnes playlist and many more playlists, decided to share this cause it doesnt seem alot of ppl know this acc
(Yes their also bucky barnes inspired, no we are not the same, just to clarify)
I personally think their playlists are pretty accurate ^^
Nobody: …
Me at midnight: Since Bucky's arm is made of metal, if he stands in full sun for too long, his arm gets as hot as a hot car hood and could he burn someone by touching them with his prosthetic arm???
How much heat does vibranium absorb?
Does it absorb it completely?
Could Bucky fry an egg on his arm?
If he slapped Steve's bare butt with it, would it leave a burn mark in the shape of his hand?
The fact thaf the MCU made Bucky, a guy known for being Just A Guy - the token normal of Cap's team - into a super soldier but made Natasha Romanov, agless immortal semi-super soldier, into a regular human born in the 80s (more like she was in her 80s during CATWS) makes me so angry.
Justice for Natasha! She's not 'Sharon but a redhead' and shouldn't be treated as such.
Heyy so, I just got home from the hospital after getting appendicitis and I was wondering (if you’re comfortable with this of course) if it would be okay to request for a bucky fanfic of him taking care of his girlfriend/wife after she gets diagnosed/treated for appendicitis? It’s just that it sucks right now since I can barely move without help and I find a lot of comfort in Bucky. (I’ve never sent a request before, sorry if it’s phrased a bit weird 😅)
Time to Care.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes × F! Reader.
Word count: +2.3k words.
Summary: Determined not to leave your side while you recover from your appendicitis, Bucky transforms his apartment into a haven filled with care, small gestures of affection, and shared moments—where even the mischievous Alpine finds a way to demand attention.
Tags: Established relationship: couple, fluff, pet names, reader with appendicitis, mentions of pain and crying, medical inaccuracies, mentions of surgery, post-operative care, Bucky being overprotective, Bucky being caring, Alpine!, no y/n. No beta reader. My native language is not English, so there may be possible mistakes.
Note: Hi @feynightlight ! I hope you're feeling better and that you make a speedy recovery ❤️ I have to say that your request really excited me because it's the first one I've received. Sorry for the delay, but I finally finished the fanfic and I hope you enjoy it.
Masterlist.
Bucky had never needed much sleep, but ever since you left the hospital, he seemed to have completely forgotten about resting.
The appendicitis had been such a sudden emergency that he still remembered the moment he woke up in the middle of the night, feeling you move over and over again and hearing soft moans. You were doubled over in pain, your hands pressed against your abdomen as you squeezed your eyes shut tightly to try to keep the tears from streaming down your cheeks.
You insisted that dinner must have just sat heavy in your stomach and that a pill should be enough, but Bucky wouldn’t accept that it could be enough, since his mind was racing through various scenarios that wouldn’t let him rest.
Without your permission, he picked you up in his arms to take you to the hospital.
The hours he spent sitting in the waiting room, with his hands clasped and his gaze fixed on the operating room doors, had seemed endless to him. No matter how many dangerous moments he’d lived through, none had caused him such anxiety, since all he could do was wait for the experts to treat you.
That’s why, once the doctors confirmed that the surgery had been a success and allowed you to return to the apartment, Bucky decided that during your recovery, you wouldn’t have to worry about a single thing.
“Don’t get up.”
That was the phrase he repeated most often.
It didn’t matter if you just wanted to reach for a glass of water or the remote control on the nightstand. Before you even stretched out your arm, he was already on his feet to grab whatever you wanted.
“Buck, I can do it myself…” you said with a playful smile.
“I know, sweetheart,” he replied with that calmness that masked immense concern. “But you need to get better.”
Bucky had prepared the couch with almost obsessive care so you could rest when you got tired of staying in bed. He’d arranged several pillows to support your back and sides, a soft blanket folded over the backrest, the remote control, the book you’d started reading the week before, and—inexplicably—even the little bell Alpine rang every time she wanted someone to fill her food bowl.
With one hand around your waist and the other holding yours, he helped you walk the few steps to the living room.
“Slowly…” he murmured.
His movements were so slow and careful that you barely noticed the moment he let you settle onto the sofa. He placed a pillow behind your back, another under your arm, and yet another beneath your legs, watching your face the whole time, alert to the slightest sign of pain or discomfort.
Only when he saw that you were breathing normally did he allow the tension to ease slightly from his shoulders.
You let out a sigh as you settled back, and then your eyes drifted toward the coffee table.
You frowned slightly.
“Seriously, honey? … The bell?”
You picked it up between your fingers and rang the little bell.
The tinkling had barely faded when Bucky replied with complete nonchalance.
“If you need anything, I’ll be able to hear you from the kitchen.”
You couldn’t help but laugh.
The vibration sent a slight twinge of discomfort through your abdomen, forcing you to place a hand over the area where you’d had surgery as you tried to catch your breath.
“Don’t make me laugh,” you said in a slightly plaintive tone.
He took a step toward you immediately.
“Did you hurt yourself? Let me check the wound.”
You shook your head with a smile on your lips and then raised the bell again.
“Do you think I’m a queen?”
As if she had perfectly understood the conversation, Alpine appeared from some corner of the apartment.
The white cat walked into the living room with her tail held high, swishing it with the elegance of someone convinced she ruled the place. Upon hearing the word “queen,” she pricked up her ears and let out a soft meow, accustomed to you calling her “Queen Alpine” every time she demanded attention… Although, honestly, she was more of a tyrant.
With a nimble leap, she landed on the coffee table.
Bucky let out a little snort of laughter as he scratched the back of his neck, aware of how ridiculous the whole thing must look.
“I just want to make sure you don’t exert yourself, darling."
Alpine, completely oblivious to the conversation, stretched one of her paws toward the bell.
Ding… Ding… Ding…
She rang it several times in a row while meowing and looking at Bucky.
You pointed at the cat with a smile.
“I think Queen Alpine is starving.”
Bucky let out a short sigh that was half worry and half amusement.
“Ring the bell if you need anything,” he said before kissing your forehead and heading to the kitchen.
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While he was making lunch, you’d put on a movie to take your mind off things.
From the living room, you could hear the rhythmic sound of the knife hitting the cutting board as he chopped vegetables with the precision that only Bucky seemed to possess. Then came the gentle bubbling of the pots and, every now and then, the murmur of his voice as he quietly went over the instructions the doctor had given them. It was as if he were studying for an exam on which the entire world depended.
Bucky had always enjoyed cooking for you, surprising you with elaborate dinners after long days at work, but since the operation he seemed to have become an even more meticulous chef. He double-checked every ingredient, verified the portions, and followed the doctor’s recommendations almost to the letter, afraid of making even the slightest mistake.
You had barely started a new movie when Bucky returned with a tray in his hands.
“Time to eat,” he announced as he set the tray on the table.
He had prepared chicken broth with rice, vegetables cut into small cubes, and shredded chicken. Beside it sat a glass of water, your medications, and a couple of perfectly folded napkins.
You tried to sit up on your own, but you couldn’t quite manage it. Bucky’s hands gently wrapped your arms around his neck to help you up, guiding you slowly until you were sitting upright without straining your abdomen at all.
“Buck…” you whispered with a mix of tenderness and resignation. “I’m pretty sure I could’ve done that on my own.”
You slowly untangled the arms he’d placed around you.
“I just hope you’re not planning on feeding me by hand,” you murmured once he turned his back to you to pick up the plate of food.
Bucky remained silent as he turned on his heels and slowly looked down at the spoon he was already holding in one hand, filled with broth and a little rice.
You’d discovered it by accident.
You would have laughed if only your abdomen weren’t so tender from the surgery, so you let a broad smile spread across your face.
“Come on, Bucky,” you said as you held out your arms toward him. “I can feed myself.”
For a few seconds, he looked at you with a furrowed brow and that slight pout he made whenever something didn’t sit right with him, but finally he let out a small sigh of defeat as he carefully handed you the plate.
“Thanks,” you hummed happily.
You picked up the spoon, but before taking a sip of the soup, you looked up at him.
“Eat with me, okay?”
Bucky didn’t hesitate to nod.
And like the obedient boyfriend he was when it came to you, he went back to the kitchen to serve himself a bowl of soup. He returned a few moments later carrying a dining room chair under his arm and sat down next to you.
He refused to sit on the couch, since it had to be all yours for your rest.
Not even five minutes had passed when Alpine appeared, sitting on the floor next to your legs.
Alpine remained completely still, her tail carefully curled around her front paws. Her huge blue eyes darted from Bucky’s bowl to yours with almost admirable patience, as if she were convinced that, sooner or later, one of you would make the mistake of dropping a piece of chicken.
You lowered your spoon slowly.
“Don’t look at me like that…”
The cat responded with a soft meow.
“She’s putting on an act,” Bucky remarked before taking another spoonful of soup into his mouth. “She ate less than an hour ago.”
Alpine meowed again, this time in a slightly more plaintive tone.
“Did you hear that?” you smiled. “She says that’s slander.”
Bucky raised an eyebrow.
“What she’s saying is that she wants chicken.”
The cat, as if to prove him right, lifted a paw and gently rested it on your knee.
“No, miss. The sergeant says you’ve already eaten.”
Alpine withdrew her paw with obvious disappointment and slowly turned her head toward Bucky, but he remained impassive.
“Don’t even look at me.”
Another meow.
“No.”
One more.
“Alpine…”
The cat narrowed her eyes.
“I’m not going to negotiate with you.”
You watched the scene with a smile that hadn’t come so naturally in days. It was strange how an argument with a cat could make the apartment feel light again after the scare you’d both just been through.
Bucky finally got up from his chair and set his plate on the tray.
“I’ll be right back.”
He disappeared into the kitchen for a few seconds and returned with a small bag of cat treats.
Alpine sprang to her feet immediately, meowing even louder around him.
“Oh, right…” you murmured, amused. “Soup without salt for me, and treats for her.”
“She didn’t just come out of surgery,” he replied matter-of-factly.
“I’m recovering; I should get treats too,” you complained, feigning sadness.
Bucky let out a quiet laugh as he placed a couple of treats on the floor for the cat to eat. Then he pretended to think about it for a few seconds.
He walked over to where you were sitting and, without warning, leaned in to plant a slow kiss on your forehead, then another on your nose, and one more at the corner of your lips.
“There’s your treat,” he murmured, giving your chin an affectionate stroke.
You felt the heat rise to your cheeks and gently bit your lower lip, trying to suppress the silly smile forming on your lips.
“Is that all? No more prizes?” you said with feigned innocence.
“Just that, sweetheart. You’re greedy—you’re going to want more,” he replied with a teasing smile.
Your lips parted dramatically as you took a breath, and then your cheeks flushed a little more. You gave him a gentle, playful punch in the stomach that made him laugh.
“You’d better take my plate before you force a convalescing girl to give you what you deserve,” you joked as you handed him your plate.
He took the plate right away and noticed you’d barely eaten half the soup. That pang of concern and overprotectiveness surfaced again.
“Are you feeling sick? Do you want to go to the hospital?” he asked hurriedly.
You slowly shook your head and raised a hand to give his forearm an affectionate squeeze.
“I’m fine, honey. I feel full,” you replied, trying to reassure him.
He didn’t press the issue. He knew your appetite wasn’t what it used to be and that it might take a few days for it to fully return.
He cleared away the plate, took the dose of pills you needed from the bottle, and handed them to you along with a glass of water.
You took your pills while he rearranged the pillows.
“Are you comfortable?”
“I am, Buck.”
“Don’t you need another pillow?”
You looked around, unable to believe he was offering you another pillow when you were practically surrounded by every pillow in the apartment.
“If you keep piling on pillows, I’m going to disappear among them.”
He looked at the little fort of cushions he’d built around you and let out a soft chuckle.
“...I might have gone a little overboard,” he murmured, embarrassed.
Alpine had already claimed his chair, so he ended up sitting on the floor, right next to your legs.
He let his head rest on your thighs, being just as careful as he had been ever since they returned from the hospital. You ran your fingers through his hair, gently massaging his scalp.
Bucky finally allowed himself to let his guard down as he sighed and let you show him affection.
“Sorry if I’m being too… intense,” he said, his voice sincere and a little embarrassed. “All of this happened so suddenly, and it was awful not being able to do anything while you were in the operating room.”
Your fingers froze on his hair as you listened to him.
“Bucky…” you whispered.
Before you could say anything, his hand gently squeezed your calf as he pressed his lips against your knee.
“I still can’t believe you wouldn’t let me feed you. Maybe that means you’re getting better.”
You let out a little amused snort before lightly ruffling his dark hair.
“I have to admit that once I’m recovered, I’m going to miss being taken care of so devotedly by you.”
A crooked smile appeared on his face as he settled onto his knees to be at the level of your face.
“Then I’ll find excuses to spoil you,” she murmured as she cradled your face in her hands. “Like this…” she murmured once more before giving you a soft kiss on your cheek. “And like this…” She gave you a soft, chaste kiss on your lips.
Ding… Ding…
They both had to break that sweet kiss to look toward the bell, which Alpine had rung again.
Bucky let out a weary laugh.
“She’s definitely a very untimely cat.”
“Don’t blame her,” you said, stroking his cheek. “She’s just taking advantage of the fact that the handsome nurse of the house doesn’t know how to say no.”
“It takes very little for either of you to manipulate me…”
Alpine responded with a satisfied purr, as if that statement were the greatest compliment she’d ever received.
