"Being a menace and spreading chaos"

Pairing: Chubby!Baker Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Fluff

A/N: Late entry for Chubby Bucky Wednesday

Bucky’s silent. A rush of heat turning his sun-kissed cheeks a few shades of red—coral deepens to scarlet. His lips press into a thin line, brows furrowing as he gazes down at you.

You meet his warm, darkened cobalt eyes, brow raising with a smirk bordering somewhere between devilish and obscene. He shivers. Still silent. Still blushing—crimson by this point. His mouth opens and closes under your flagrant perusal.

“You’re just so...” your words end on a sharp inhale followed by a moan, your hands reaching around to grab his ass, your body molding to the soft planes of his round belly and firm chest.

“Peach you-you can’t keep doing this to me.” Mumbled so softly you would have missed it if you weren’t on top of him. It’s a plea laced around his gravelly tone

But not for you to stop.

You still remember the first time you two played this little game, all praise and touch, you pulled away thinking he was serious, your heartbeat a rampant embarrassed staccato, worried you had overstepped his boundaries.

And just as the apology was forming, his face crumbled at the loss of your touch, his desperate, needy ‘wait no come back—please Peach’ tamping down any misgivings.

So you continue showering him when praise.

“Can’t help myself.” You squeeze his cheeks and watch his other cheeks jut out on a bright, abashed grin. “Jus’ so damn pretty and perfect and all mine.” You emphasize your claim on your baker with another firm flex of your fingers into his soft flesh.

“Peach,” he starts. Then stops, a little stunned at your declaration. Eyes widening slowly, the flash of disbelief settling in, his forehead coming down to rest on yours. “Wait. You-“ He swallows and his hands smooth up your hips. “You think I’m pretty.” He can’t even touch the perfect part or the way his heart beats a little faster at the thought of being all yours.

Pairing: Chubby Baker Bucky x reader

You didn’t have to ask him to make you anything. You already knew that he was going to go all out.

Bucky’s bad at keeping secrets, plus you kinda guessed what he was going to make when he snuck into the house with bags and bags of groceries.

He banned you from the kitchen so you wouldn’t snoop. Although you think part of the reason is so that he would have an excuse to bring you breakfast in bed each morning.

You awoke one morning to the sounds of him singing in the kitchen, pans clattering and a loud, boisterous conversation coming from your living room.

You tiptoe down the stairs, one of his soft oversized t-shirts draped over your body.

Pairing: Fae!Bucky x Midwife!Reader

A/N: The sweet midwife is in more danger than anyone knows.

The sounds of chiming bells fills the air, a rush of sweet freesia and lavender follow. Lifting your head, you set the small mortar and pestle on the table. Bracing yourself, a smile flits across your lips as the tiny sprites swarm around you.

Tiny hands and iridescent wings brush over your face in a flurry of greeting before they settle down. Kiana plops on your shoulder, Kas jumps feet first into your mortar, kicking up a cloud of fine blue dust and you see the others, Ella and Caden dive into your blankets hanging on a rack near the fireplace.

"Cmon on in, no need to knock or anything." Laughing, you pick Kas up by his waist and start wiping him off.

Kiana grabs your earlobe with both hands, pulling herself up. "We did knock," she huffs out, her indignant tone making her melodic voice sound louder. "Three times thank you very much."

You glance down at the offended sprite baring her teeth and bow your head. "My apologies, sweet Kiana. You look gorgeous today."

Her glare melts into a brilliant, smug smile. Flattery is her weakness and she's not ashamed of it. "I know and look what Natalia made me," she proclaims, spinning around on her toes to show off the colorful dress.