#i cant feel my nose and my dog is being so chilly but i’m literally in heaven rn

[aturnoftheearth]

pov we’re laying in the cool grass at sunset on a breezy autumn evening and we’re listening to beautiful music :)

[geminimoonbeamx]

A Little Extra Paddin' for the Winter

A/N: I’ve been really focused on writing my series’ lately and I really just miss writing fun, fluffy, smutty, one shots! Like these just warm my heart, they keep me inspired and keep my love for writing these fics alive. PLUS CAN WE JUST TAKE A MOMENT TO TALK ABOUT OUR LORD AND SAVIOR, THICC BUCKY?!

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: Cursing. NSFW, Oral sex(female receiving) body worship, pregnancy hormones gone wild

Summary: Bucky has been gaining some baby weight of his own and his fiancé, Y/N’s raging hormones cant handle it.

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You can’t deny it, you fucking love your fiancée’s body.

Fiancé, you hear that? Fucking fiancé. Like future husband. You still get a little giddy at the word. Maybe it was the pregnancy hormones, but just the thought of it could make your eyes prick. You shake it off, it was definitely the hormones. They had been driving you and everyone around you a little bit up the wall. From the cravings to the mood swings, this pregnancy thing really wasn’t the walk in the park that they made it out to be.

Like this horniness! No one had warned you that just the sight of Bucky would turn you into mush. It had been like this for weeks too, you were really starting to ware the both of you out. You just couldn’t help it, those tight sweaters and Henley’s he wore clung to his tree trunk like core- to his broad shoulders. The cozy fabric was just too inviting your itching fingers had a mind of their own.

Like now, you were supposed to be putting on clothes; you and Buck and a few other members of the team had decided to go and look at the Christmas lights at Rockefeller Center- but your eyes were heavily trained on the flex of his shoulders as he shrugged into a dense pullover. Fuck. It was memorizing. You’d heard Tony’s teasing of Bucky’s “baby weight” gain, but honestly, you don’t think you’d ever been more attracted to him. Not that you hadn’t always thought he was the most gorgeous man you’d ever met, but this? This was something else.

You huff and collapse back onto the bed, abandoning your attempt to put on your knee high boots. It shouldn’t be this easy for him to make you want to jump his bones.

“Aw, you okay over there, baby doll?” Bucky eyes you from his place near the closet and you shrug, your lips pursed as you muttered an I guess. If heavily pregnant and being insanely horny for absolutely no reason were considered okay things, then yeah. You were great.

Bucky would have known something was wrong, even if you hadn’t given that grumble of a response. He’d been a little…neurotic(not crazy, he’d argue) along the duration of your pregnancy. The last seven months had been filled with him watching your almost every move, of overprotectiveness that bordered on ridiculousness. Bucky was doting and so, so good to you. You and the little life you were growing inside of you had become the center of his universe. He orbited around you, hated being too far away from you. It fucked up his gravitational pull, when you weren’t in eyesight.

Your staring up at the ceiling, half pouting, half craving beignets. You wondered if Tony would let you take the private jet on a quick little day trip to New Orleans…you knew if you asked Sam he’d definitely pilot…

You feel a pair of large hands on your doubled up legging clad thighs and you raise your head, over your round tummy, to lock eyes with Bucky’s azure ones.

He’s kneeling on the floor, one of your boots in hand. “Are you feeling alright? We don’t have to go tonight if you don’t want to”

The soft concern in his brooklynite voice makes you melt. Like it always does. “No, I want to go! Remember last year, when Steve almost busted his ass on that ice by that hot dog stand”

He chuckles at the memory as he begins to slide your boot up your curvy calf, wiggling it until it sat on your chubby thigh right, perfectly. You sigh at the feel of his finger tips.

“I told him to wear a pair of shoes with'a little traction this time. He wouldn’t want to go bustin’ up his pretty mug in front of Sharon”

You cant help but grin at the thought of it. At how red the Cap'n’s face would be.

Bucky’s so smooth and delicate with his actions, you never really knew something as simple as him putting your boots on be so intimate. How did he manage to make everything so erotic? You lean on your arms to watch him, your bottom lip pulled between your teeth. You love the appearance of his cute little double chin. He claps a hand to each thigh when he’s got your boots adjusted right.

“Alright, Sweets. Anything else you need?”

It’s such an innocent well intentioned question, but where he just so happened to be placed at the moment had your mind drifting again.

“Well…while your down there” You waggle your arching brows at him suggestively and he barks out a laugh at you, shaking his head a little.

Hadn’t he just made you cum an hour or so ago? He’d toyed with your clit under your robe while you were putting on your makeup. You had been so insatiable lately, it was one of the few times in his life he was grateful for the serum that ran through his veins. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to keep up with you if he wasn’t enhanced.

You had the stamina of a rabbit.

But he didn’t mind. No, he’d take care of his girl, no matter what you needed from him. He’d give it to you.

“Yeah?” He asks coyly, his fingers are already hooking in both your leggings and panties. “You need your pretty pussy eaten?”

“Please baby” You whine as he drags them down your thighs, just enough that your core is bare for him, you spread your legs as much as you can around the constricting material.

He doesn’t tease you, doesn’t make you wait. He licks a fat stripe up the crease of your labia, his tongue pressing through at your clit. You collapse, your back pressing into the mattress as he begins to lap directly at your bundle of nerves, you know he’s going to get you off within minutes. Seconds even. You card your fingers through his dark locks adoringly, before gripping handfuls of them. Pressing him closer. What you’ve always loved about getting eaten out by Bucky was the fact that he didn’t do it half assed. He used his whole face, his chin dipping into your heat. His nose nudging your mound as he worked you over. Your a mess of desperate whimpers and sobs as the wet sound ‘smacking’ sound of him binging on you fills the air.

He doesn’t even have to use his fingers, he makes you climax with one final pro tug on your clit. He does this thing where he manages to use his lips, teeth and tongue at once and you scream your fucking lungs out.

“Nggnngh. Oh James, oh baby. Fuck. Fuckfuckfuck”

You praise as your whole body goes off, waves after waves of electric pleasure washing over you. And of course. Bucky draws it out until your twitching and dry heaving and all but clawing at him to stop. He gives one final, loving lick, and then an even more tender kiss to the mound of your pussy before he begins to pull your leggings back up, you lift you hips to help him.

“You want to know something fucked up?” You note, your still laying back, blissed out in your post orgasm.

“What?” Bucky stands, going over to grab a random article of clothing from the hamper in the closet and to wipe his glistening lower face on.

“I could barley see you over my stomach!” You shake with laughter as you rub your bump fondly “Like, literally, all I could see was the top of your head!”

Bucky laughs, hard at that, at you. At your constantly joking nature. God, he couldn’t wait to see you with his child, he hoped they’d have your laugh.

After fixing both of your hair, you run a brush, taming your hair that had been mused when your head had thrashed against the bed. Make sure it falls over your shoulders right, before moving onto Bucky and easily reaching up gathering his mane into a smooth knot at the back of his neck. You loved his man-buns, he loved you doing his hair for him because hell if he could ever get it to cooperate on his own.

Bucky bundles you up nice and tight, wanting to make sure you were protected from the harsh chilly December air. You feel even bigger, which how was that even possible, in your bulky winter coat. In the scarf that he wound around your neck and the knit turban you tug onto your head.

“I look like a snow beast” You sigh, giving your hair one last fluff, putting on one last coat of lipstick. Bucky snorts and kisses the side of your head lovingly.

“You look cute. Like the abominable snow monster from Rudolph” He narrowly avoids your hand as you reach to slap him, maneuvering you easily, grabbing your elbow and pulling you to him so that he can press pecks your lips. You giggle into his mouth, although you still want to whack him. Steve manages to save his ass, as always by coming in, asking you if you were ready to go. Sam was right behind him teasing you guys with “If you guys could stop going at it like rabbits, we’re already late!”

“It’s not me” Bucky defends himself, pulling away from the kiss with dancing eyes “I’m just a bystander in this whole situation. Ya’ know, sperm doner-”

The slap you give to his shoulder echo’s around the room and you glare at him and walk away. Sam tosses an arm around your shoulders and gives Bucky a teasing glare just along with you as the two of you walk ahead. Bucky sighs. Oh, pregnancy hormones. You’d think he would have learned not to put his foot in his mouth after all these months, but he still wasn’t quite used to you being so touchy.

Steve gives Bucky a sympathetic look “Come on Bud, you can buy her a Cinnabon. She was complanin’ earlier about craving one. She’ll be right as rain”

Bucky just nods, smiling in spite of himself at the knowledge that baked goods really would fix it all. He thinks he could use one too. He’d knew he’d get back into your good graces, whether he had to eat Cinnamon rolls with you, or just drag you off somewhere and eat you in general. He’d do what he must. He’d been told those were the sacrifices that came with fatherhood…although he didn’t mind eating either.

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Okay, so I needed some happy smut in my life. Do you guys love cheesy Holliday fluff as much as I do? Let me know pretty babies!💛