#thanks for the ask dear nonny

[thetarttfuldickhead]

Gotta agree to both, Jamie is most definitely the brattiest of bratty subs who enjoys seeing how riled up he can get Roy, but I think he also really craves the validation and positive reinforcement too. He enjoys having Roy tie him up, spank him, humiliate him, push him to the brink over and over, wrap his hands around his throat and squeeze, because part of him enjoys it, part of him feels he deserves it, but the main part of him knows that Roy would never, ever, actually hurt him for real. And he enjoys it too because he knows afterwards, when they're both lying there spent and exhausted, his skin reddened, his wrists chafed, his lips swollen, his arse aching- Jamie knows that Roy is going to pull him to rest on his chest, one hand gently running through his hair, and call him his good boy and that hes proud of him

Greetings to you this fine evening, horny nonny! Sorry this took me so long to get back to!

Jamie absolutely craves the validation and reinforcement too! He canonically responds well to that! Aftercare is always an important part of any BDSM scene, and more so for Jamie than for most, I’d argue. That boy is just extremely ready to be held and loved and cared for – aaaand he is a little bit of a diva, so being pampered and told how amazing he is will hit the sweet spot every time.

I’m extremely fond of the fic “Pomegranate” by amothandalight over at AO3, because for me that just catches the essence of both bratty Jamie and a Jamie who just melts into being cared for. There’s also some excellent spanking there, if that’s your thing. (It was posted back in 2021, however, and I think that with Jamie’s development in season 3, things would probably look a little different now.)

As an aside, it’s funny to me that in my last fandom I absolutely hated my favourite character being called “good boy” in scenes because that never, ever read right to me – but for Jamie… well, I still don’t love it, ‘cause it’s a little bit of a squick for me, but there’s no denying that it feels really, really right. Jamie would be hugely into that, and I’m all about him getting what he wants.

(For the record, I don’t personally ascribe to the notion of Jamie being into rough stuff because he thinks he deserves the pain, but kinktomato. Whatever gets you going, nonny!)

[endlesslyanya]

Fuck your depression, you're so obviously stronger than it and I'm proud of you. You deserve everything you want in life and don't listen if depression tells you otherwise. Thank you for being such a bright spot on this site and in this dark world.

nonny this is so beautiful you're gonna make me cry, thank you 🥹🥹🥹

i haven't felt like myself for so long now and i was just sinking into a black hole but today there was something about the sun breaking through the clouds that just shook me

it is worth being here, it is worth staying and there is beauty to behold and many beautiful things yet to experience - you're allowed to take up space and fuck anything and anyone that says otherwise

depression is a horrible lying thing and now i'm turning the tables and making it my bitch

[the-nation-of-today]

i feel like i contributed to something when i listened to w&d all the way through the other night. after not having listened to it in months. it has to mean something

YOU

[hunting-songs]

would you play a “bitter exes” relationship?

SHIPPING QUESTIONS FOR THE MUN - SFW EDITION! I would love to write such a kind of Relationship! However, in general, Senritsu is not a character who would ever be a "bitter" Ex. She is ver aware that she is very bad at keeping up romatic relationships and she does not blame any of her former partners for breaking up with her and chosing a life and partner in which they are the first priority and do not have to be on second place behind their partners job, which they would be in a relationship with Senritsu. In fact, Senritsu is so non-chalant about her failing one romantic relationship after another that she occaisonally makes a joke about the fact that she had never broken up with someone but is always broken up with. The closest to a "bitter Exes"-realtionship would be Senritsu meeting an ex and beeing honestly thrilled to meet a person she loves again, asks them lovingly about their life and listens attentive while the other is more and more irked by the fact that Senritsu herself does not loath them for them breaking up with her. Senritsu loves too freely to be bitter about an Ex, in fact she never stops loving them even if that love sure changes, yet she would always be thrilled to hear about them and be happy when they move forward in their life. This might lead to a hilarious dynamic if her counterpart is actually bitter about the breakup while Senritsu is honestly just happy to see them.

[doumadono]

I read that you're going through a rough time and I just wanted to send a virtual hug for you!❤️🫂 I don't know you but you seem like a really kind and caring person and you writing emergency stories to people is really amazing thing to do, it helps many!💖 I wish you all good and hope things gets better, you're amazing!💕

Oh, your message just brightened my day! 🌟💕 Thank you so much for the virtual hug and the incredibly kind words. It truly means a lot. Your warmth and encouragement have added a ray of sunshine to my rough days. Sending heaps of gratitude and virtual hugs right back to you! 🤗💖

[fxreflyes]

season of the witch by lana del rey

OH SPOOKY VIBES I LOVE THANK YOU!! WITCH VIBES R BEST VIBES. This song is such a mood I adore it (also Lana my love) 🫶🏻🥰

anon a song that reminds you of my blog :)

[oculusxcaro]

Which rogue are you most afraid of meeting?

"All of them?" Khare replied, eyes darting back and forth apprehensively as though one might be listening in their conversation that very second. Who wouldn't be afraid of these people? Sure, she hadn't crossed paths with any just yet but there were a number of these criminals she'd heard the most horrible stories about, on the news and from word of mouth from the police who liked breakfast at the diner early in the morning. "I mean, these... rogues, they're all very different people, right? It's like you're asking which method of execution I'd prefer when I'm happier staying alive." And what creative methods of execution at that! Khare still had shivers at the first story she'd heard about the Joker and Harley Quinn, how their 'Joker Venom' killed a bunch of policemen and civilians who'd died laughing with the most twisted smiles on their faces. The Riddler was famous for ingenius traps and putting his victims through twisted 'games', asking them riddles where the wrong answer resulted in a gruesome death. Killer Croc lurked in the sewers, devouring any who crossed his path. Professor Pyg liked abducting people. He turned them into Dollotrons, mindless puppets who obeyed him and the Mad Hatter! He thought he was from the book Alice in Wonderland, kidnapping blonde women in his pursuit to find the titular character. Well, maybe she didn't have to be afraid of the Mad Hatter? She was brunette after all, not blonde like Cindy who'd actually gotten caught by him. The topic was afraid however, and there was one name who fit that definition. The Scarecrow. Pauli couldn't even hear the rogue's name without trembling, the man still affected from the rogue's Fear Gas which had devastated the Grand Avenue months ago and affecting people to this very day. "I guess I'd be afraid of the Scarecrow? I mean, who wouldn't be scared when targeted by the Master of Fear?"

[werspinna]

Does wolf have any kinks? What are some of her turn ons?

Wolf is obviously not someone without kinks, but she also has not the words to properly describe what she likes and what she does not like. She likes to be a switch, even if she very much avoids beeing dominant because she is terrified of holding too hard to a partner and hurt them. She also is a little into Voyeurism in the manner that she like to watch her partner touch themselfs or tell her about their sexual stories, although the latter is probably only part of her dirty humor. In this manner she also enjoys a very good tease, especially if they are done in public and only noticeable for her. Some coy questions and witty hints in a normal conversation that would only be picked up by her, humorous innuendos, whispered plans of what one wnats to do with her when they are alone. Wolf does not like to be touched without her consent (especially when she is grabbed more roughly without former warning) so she is very focused on what she can see her partner doing and what they are using their words for. For the things she does not like: She is easily made uncomfortable and not attracted to very big, muscular, angry and commanding men for the obvious reason that that description fits Leo and Wolf does not like to be remainded of the person that had been her slaveowner for years. In fact its this kind of person she will actively go against like in an instinct. Be openly brutal, loud or easily irritated and you will notonly make Wolf get stubborn and snarky but very easily might end up with a dane-axe by your throat now that Wolf knows that she is very likely stronger than anyone around her and has the chance to protect people in which palce she had been once. There are reasons beside her upbringing and social Community (free republic tadingcity that is Pisa, living in a convent as a tightly knitted community with no social difference beside the Mother superior that had been voted into the position by the community, grown up in Cologne as a tradingknot wit a flourishing middleclass) why she does not like getting commanded around and beeing remainded of Leo is one of them. Its also easily noticeable about her, because the people presenting as masculine she is usually dating are either rather shy, openly nurturing and gentle, or witty and sly but not commanding, or pysically short. For the same reason you would be able to make her swing out of a window halfnaked if one would ever ask her to take part in bondage. She got her old chains molten and casted into a spider-shaped brooch by your friendly nieghbourhood toolsmith and occiaonally jeweller Hinze who has a strangely unending source of metal, silver and gold -*coughs*- , and she is not going back there in any form, even if it is for pleasure.

[messenger-of-stupidity]

I’m dying my other coworker sent homemade chicken soup to my house with a note that said If you don’t like it I don’t want to know 😂😂

Your coworkers sound awesome wtf. I hope the chicken soup helps lmfaooo

[chiropterx]

So Kirk keeps bats? How does he take care of them?

He does indeed! Kirk keeps bats, specifically vampire bats as unlike most species found in the USA, vampire bats are not on the protected list since they are regarded as pests in the countries they're native to. Due to his qualifications and permits, Kirk is allowed to keep them for his research providing 1.) They've been tagged with his identification and 2.) Have tested negative for rabies. He has 6 bats in total, 4 females and 2 males which are kept in seperate cages (but together in the same room so they can communicate!) Most of Kirk's bats originate from South America where they were rescued from being culled in the country's attempts to curb the damage these bats inflict on the livelihood of farmers. Safely housed in Gotham, Kirk's bats are fed a bowl of fresh cattle blood on a daily basis, with their cage doors left open on alternating nights so the bats can spread their wings. One bat, the dominant female, has a crippled wing after being caught in a net prior to her capture so will remain in Kirk's care permanently as she's unable to fly. She's his favourite, though as much as he loves his bats, he always wears gloves when handling them as they're still wild animals at heart.

[happi-tree]

lets say, i, in hypothetical theory. were to get the idea of getting in contact with you, after i, was inspired to by your post. where would one such as myself get in contact with you on ? tumblr, mayhaps ? discord, perhaps ? or maybe twitter, perchance ? the last one was a calculated joke. i do not have twitter and hopefully you dont either.

Hi, there, Nonnie! Hope you're doing well and I'm glad I could inspire you (hypothetically! in theory! ofc) 🥰🥰🥰 I use both Tumblr and Discord to chat with people (not Twitter - never had one and never will <3), and while I'm a bit more partial to Discord's interface for chatting purposes, it's really whatever you feel comfortable with! Feel free to send me a dm on here and I can give you my Discord user if that's what you prefer (don't wanna put my Discord user on this ask for privacy reasons 😅) or we can keep talking on here in dms and such! :DDD

[irrfahrer]

Are you aware that your pup (Kestis) is currently dating a Sith?

Make a assumption about my muse and see how they react! Anything goes!

The Tynnans fluffy ears perked up by the others words like the ears of a alerted animal: "I am kind of amazed and find it kriffing hilarious that you have to narrow down 'my pup' by telling that its kriffing Cal. Listen, I might be a low hanging fruit and totally love to kriff around as much as I can, but in contrast to that my familal relationships are not that kriffing wide spread that I do not know who you would mean when you call someon 'My pup'. Last time I checked there is only the kriffing redhead, because anyone else- can you kriffing imaigine- was murdered by a kriffing facist empire."

"Aaaaand back to your kriffing question and the newest source of my kriffing migraine- no, I was not kriffing aware. I might call the cub my little brother, but he is also a twenthy-something-humanoid who has his own life and if he is not willing to tell me something, I will accept that, because he has a kriffing right to privacy and his own little secrets as much as I do." Ziv spoke the last words with a mature little sigh that could have been the last breath of an actor finishing a dramatic monologue.

Then she promptly turned around, her pelt bristled like from electricity, her teeth bared as if she was a carnivore ready to forget snarling and starting to bite, her voice turning more and more louder with every word: "-However, NOW I know so I will get him and put him on bad-pup-weeding-punhisment,for kriffs sake! A KRIFFING SITH; CUB! -DO YOU WANT TO DIE TO KRIFFING BAD?!"

[stormhearty]

OI!!! I'M SO, SO HAPPY I COULD GET THE POT OF GOLD AT THE END OF THE RAINBOW!!!💖💖🥺🤧

Well, well. I've read "thank you, next" before and I was so anxious that I couldn't even read it properly because I was so happy that you'd written down my idea. Well, I want to start by saying that I wanted to react to it much earlier, but I was going through a bit of a dull moment that, although I loved it in my heart, the words could have said more melancholy than happy. So I waited until now to write to you the way you deserve💖

"And as I write this, I don't know if it's as angsty as it should be" I think it had just the right amount of angst, because if it was the way I asked (full of angst), it wouldn't have all the "glow" and light feeling that I didn't know I wanted in the story. You were wonderful

I feel silly reading it and discovering that what you wrote was better than I imagined. I didn't imagine the bullying, Lillianne pretending everything and Azriel believing in someone who isn't his girlfriend just because of his hero complex, as Mor himself said: "All she wanted was to get inside Azriel's fucking hero complex and it worked". Az, you don't need to be a hero, you need terapia🙅🏻‍♀️. As I was saying, I didn't expect all this and as I read on, my only reaction was to have my eyes light up like a child who has received a present beyond their expectations and I loved it so much.

"You've always been his girl." he's such an idiot, my God! I don't have words to express how much this boy has put me off with this after everything he's done to the reader!!! "he made me act on those actions - although that action seemed more possessive than an act of romance." yes, exactly, like a child who, when he gets a new toy, discards the one he's had for years, but is filled with jealousy when he sees that little toy being valued by another child AAAAAAAAAAH! i need a tranquilizer!!! That summed up everything I felt about him and there's nothing more to say. How dare he want to interfere in the moment when Eris and (Y/N) are together? How could he think she was being petty? It's so absurd that he showed up to talk to her only after the rumors had been denied and he deserved to be in that place watching her leave with someone who really valued her.

And Eris😍🤩🗣 is so absurd not to exist 😩☝️ "When Eris was looking at you as if you were the whole world at her fingertips" then I said: you've already won so much, you've already won so much.

He was so charming and wow, there were times when I couldn't stop sighing. I have no words to describe it😩😩

The reader recovering was my reason for looking at the wall and smiling.

Again, thank you very, very much for the story I requested. Mother in heaven! Thank you, I loved the transition of the povs and that it wasn't just the reader's pov. It was amazing to read your story🛐 thank you again

OH, MY DEAR NONNIE! I'M SO GLAD YOU ENJOYED IT!

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SUCH A WONDERFUL REQUEST IN THE FIRST PLACE! AS I SAID I LOVED THE IDEA OF ANYTHING MODERN WITH ACOTAR! Even though, like I said in my notes, it was so hard to do your request since it was so specific, I really wanted to do it justice!

I thank you so much for your wonderful feedback on the story! I am so glad that you liked the different aspects of it, the POVs (yes, we had to have different POVs, it wouldn't be a ©stormhearty fic without multipe POVs, am I right? 😂😂😂) And I'm glad it had enough angst for you. I was racking my gosh darn mind while writing it wondering if it was enough angst to your liking.

And yes, you are absolutely correct. Az is an idiot. He threw away something so wonderful (aka the reader) and got something worse (aka Lilianne) LMAO.

I loved Eris, like you said WHY CAN'T THIS MAN EXIST?? 🗣🗣🗣 I need a man like Eris in my life.

And I'm glad I was able to make you smile near the end. Reader needs the happiness she needs after the fiasco with Az and Lilianne.

You're absolutely welcome! Like I said, I am so glad you requested this plot and I am so glad you enjoyed it! I was not even expecting such a wonderful review of it!!

🥰🥰 Much love from my end to you! Please continue to support and request more!

[puckinghischier]

for everyone asking about the almost huggy fight, thanks to dear nonnie it has been found 😌

maybe it was overkill to call it an almost fight but any crumbs i can find of angry quinn i’m RUNNING with them bc if he’s not standing back observing, the binoculars are out !!

he DID participate in some shoving, though, so in my book, this counts for something, idc 🙂‍↕️

[hunting-songs]

monster: Is your OC monstrous in any way? Is there something that makes them monstrous? Are they aware of their own monstrosity? Do they accept it or reject it?

oc asks: not-so-nice edition! With knowing that the only reason she survived listening to the Sonata of Darkness was for her to continue spreading the curse further by eventually beeing nolonger able to resist the temptation of playing the song she had learned by ear, Senritsu had very early on accepted that she will probably die if she manages to destroy the Sonata. She only lives as a extended form of torture, so if she ould break out of it she wouldprobably die just like Ask did. And if that does not happen, she thinks that she woud die before reaching that goal by the cursemarks eating her heart. However, there is another possibility for her story that Senritsu does not want to think about. What if she would not just die when the cursemarks reach her heart? What if she would turn into something like the plants or animals she had seen around the areas the Sonata had been played- mad and dangerouse? What if the cursemarks would reach her heart and than just continue growing? What if, when the scars had eaten enough of her, she would not be herself anymore? What if she would be nolonger human anymore? Senritsu feels nolonger like the person she used to be, the least when she looks into a mirror. But she does feel like a human, so the idea of turning into something else, into something mindless, scares her deeply.

[purple-babygirl]

I've been feeling hella insecure ever since I found out I was pregnant. My babydaddy is supportive BUT how would Bucky help his girl feel better? Ya know with all the acne popping out of nowhere and her body getting bigger (stretch fucking marks) and I know I'm just a few months away from not being able to shave so maybe throw that in there too please. Doesn't have to be a real fic just headcannons would help really. Love you from Canada ❤️❤️

unconditionally

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x f!reader Word count: 2,670 Warnings: insecurities, low self-esteem, intrusive thoughts, body image, 18+ Content: mentions of fingering, a bit of dirty talk A/N: this is probably the first time I ever get an ask and want to make sure to write a reply on the very same day. congratulations on your baby, dear nonnie💜💜 I hope you have a safe pregnancy and an easy delivery, super proud of you over here💜💜💜 please forgive me if this seems rushed, I, too, feel I've gotten a bit rusty but I'm still hoping that you wouldn't completely hate this💜please excuse me while I combine a bit of another ask with yours. thank you so much for sending this ask and sharing such sweet news with me. Much love right back to you, maple syrup nonnie💜💜💜💜💜💜

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Scars

All it took was Bucky trying to kiss the back of her hand on their second date and the slight flinch of her digits let him know something wasn’t right. At first, he thought he made her uncomfortable, so he gave her her space for the rest of the night. However, she kissed him first when he was walking her up to her door that night, so he told himself he might have imagined it all.

Then it happened again on their 4th date. They were at the movies and Bucky’s hand held hers, his thumb caressing the back of it. When his thumb brushed a particular spot, the slight flinch was back. Bucky made sure to ask if she was okay this time and she reassured him that she was. He could tell that her body gave the same tense reaction every time his thumb brushed against a specific spot on the back of her hand though, which was a scar.

She had a small scar on the bottom of her forefinger that she would mostly cover with rings. Tonight, however, she wasn’t wearing any, which led to direct contact between Bucky’s thumb and the scarred area.

Bucky told himself he was reading way too much into the situation, that it probably wasn’t that. The scar itself was very small, barely noticeable.

But his previous doubts were brought back and confirmed on their 6th date. It was the first time she let him come in after a date and the first time they were going to have sex since they started dating.

Bucky has unzipped her dress and was ready to push it down her shoulders when she held it to her chest as asked if the lights could be turned off.

“Why, doll?” He frowns despite himself, his brain not understanding why she would ever want to hide behind the curtain of darkness.

“It’s nothing... I’m just used to it.” She shrugs, trying to seem nonchalant.

“You know by now that I can tell when you’re lying, doll.” Bucky smiles gently.

He didn’t know, but his tender smile made her want to cry.

“I— I have a scar on my tummy.”

Her voice is so small when she utters the words that it had Bucky’s heart dropping.

It must’ve been clear on his face that he feared the worst because she quickly continues, “no one hurt me, it’s just from a small surgery I had when I was a kid. But the scar is.. ya know.. still kinda.. there.”

Her arms involuntarily hugged the dress tighter to her chest and waist as she explained.

“Doll, you realize I practically have no left arm, right?”

She chuckles softly before looking up at him, “that’s different, Buck. You’re beautiful.”

“So are you!”

“I don’t know,” she shrugs, “I mean, I can always get a tattoo or two drawn on the scars. Someone had suggested that to me before..” Her thumb caresses her scarred forefinger.

And it clicked in Bucky’s head.

Another person had made her feel this way about her scars. Some idiot had previously told her to ‘cover up’ her scars, get them tattooed over, made her feel like she wasn’t something to look at while the lights were still on.

Bucky was seething to say the least, but he couldn’t let his anger make him lose sight of what was important and what this whole thing was about. Her.

She needed to understand that she wasn’t anything short of art, a vision, a sight that could get him on his knees in a second.

“Doll, you have nothing to hide. Whatever is underneath your dress, I know it will blow my mind. I’m already hard for you, baby, I don’t care.”

She blushes, smiling up at him shyly, her eyes still unsure.

“Please, believe me.” Bucky’s hand cups her cheek as he kisses her forehead then her nose and finally her lips.

“You show me yours if I show you mine?” He whispers against her lips.

She nodded, her heart fluttering at the gesture.

Without hesitation, Bucky pulls away and takes his jacket off, pulling his t-shirt over his head next.

He stood before her in all of his glory, showing the scars on his chest, even turning around for her to see the ones on his back before facing her again and bringing her smaller hand to his left shoulder. The ugliest part of him from his point of view.

His eyes close as she tentatively touches him.

She knew it wasn’t easy for Bucky to show her himself like that. Her fingertips tracing, soothing, his scar tissue was the most intimate he has ever let anybody get with him in decades.

Her eyes tear up, a mix of emotions swirling in her chest: love, compassion, gratitude, trust.

Bucky opened his eyes when she removed her touch, only to be met with the sight of her letting her dress fall around her body to pool by her feet.

She stepped out of it, showing Bucky the horizontal scar across her belly.

Without a second thought, Bucky gets on his knees before her, his lips ever so softly brushing her skin.

She closed her eyes, a tear or two escaping her eyes at the closeness of the moment.

She doesn’t remember ever feeling so safe, so accepted.

“You’re the most beautiful girl I have ever laid eyes on and I’m a hundred years old, baby.” Bucky whispers on her skin, the vibrations tickling her as a smile finds its way to her lips.

Acne

When it is a particularly bad breakout she would lean away further, try not to let her cheeks touch Bucky’s because she has this weird belief that she might ‘give it to him’ even though he has reassured her multiple times before that he was a super soldier who couldn’t possibly get acne. Still, she would involuntarily refrain from indulging in his cheek kisses as much as she normally would when it was a bad skin week.

If Bucky told her that he never even noticed, she would think he was lying to her. But he didn’t. She was always the same beautiful girl to him at all times. It didn’t matter if it was the week before her period or the first few months of her pregnancy; he did not see the new pimples. Bucky didn’t notice because he saw her, he focused on her rather than on the flesh and skin that covered her bones.

She was the one to bring his attention to the acne on her face, the acne on her shoulders, on her back, on her butt. Bucky didn’t care though. He loved her all the same, craved her all the same, could stare at her dreamily for hours all the same, could cum in his pants at the sight of her naked form like a horny teenager all the same.

But she had already gotten him to notice the physical changes, so he acted accordingly. With care. With love. Unconditional love.

“Doll, don’t pick,” Bucky says, gently taking her hand up to his lips before her nails could start picking at her new pimples.

He kisses her finger tips and the back of her hand before keeping it in his to make sure she wouldn’t take it to her face again.

She smiles, trying to focus back on the movie playing on their TV, but all she could really think about was how much she loves Bucky Barnes.

Body hair

The next time Bucky realized that his beloved goddess had insecurities, it surprised him still. It was when he came back from a long mission 2 days earlier than expected and tried to show her how much he’s missed her.

He noticed how she instantly closed in on herself when his foot caressed up her shin, moving away a little.

It was only when he pressed her about it through tickles that she finally provided an explanation and whispered, “I didn’t shave.”

Again, Bucky hadn’t even noticed. He didn’t care. All he cared about was the this was her. His girl. The one he has missed like crazy when he was away. The one he wanted to be naked with and make love to all night long.

If she thought a bit of body hair was going to stop him, she couldn’t be more wrong.

“Doll, I don’t care.” He tried to kiss her but she pulled away.

She only ever did that once before because she was sick and forgot he couldn’t catch her cold.

“Buck, please, there’s hair everywhere.” She covers her mouth, “even the mustache has some.”

Her insecure whisper with her gaze lowered tugged at Bucky’s heart in a way he couldn’t describe.

Who the hell has led her to believe that body hair was something to be this ashamed of and where could he find them? He just wanted to talk—

“You think a little hair is going to stop me from ravishing you, doll?” Bucky asks huskily, nibbling at her earlobe.

She shivers like she always does, but still tries to pull away, “it is not just a little hair.”

She gets up and stands in the middle of the room, looking in the direction of the bathroom, “I can be quick.”

Bucky sighs, sitting down on the edge of their bed and pulling her down on his lap.

“Doll, I never wanna make you uncomfortable, you know that.”

“I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable,” she explains softly.

“You’re not. I am more than comfortable fucking you right on the floor beneath your feet.”

She blushes, looking up at him with nothing but adoration in her eyes.

“I don’t care if you haven’t shaved for a few days or if you were turned into a yeti. You’re my girl and I want you. I will always want you.”

Bucky’s eyes were sincere and the bulge she was sitting on confirmed his words all the more, so she finally let him lay her down on her back and worship her the way she was meant to be.

Bucky let his lips kiss every inch of her that night. He licked the shit out of her thighs and ate her pussy like a starved man, not letting up until she was about to pass out, but most importantly until she believed him.

Stretch marks and body weight changes

Now that was the one that really never made Bucky blink even once. If anything, he liked them. Her stretch marks looked like the ripples of the sea on the skin of his very beloved. The fucking ocean with all its beauty under his calloused fingertips. He liked it all the more knowing it was just more evidence of his baby growing inside of her. How lucky was he?

She, of course, didn’t see it that way, examining her waist and thighs for hours before the mirror if Bucky would let her.

“Admiring how hot you are, I see.” Bucky smiled as he wraps his arms around her waist.

She instantly smiles back at his warmth engulfing her from behind though she doesn’t agree, “yeah, yeah.. hot is the word.”

“I don’t like your insinuations about my girl, doll.” He nibbles at her neck, his fingers gravitating towards her growing belly.

“That’s because there’s nothing hot about this, Bucky!” She argues, frustrated.

“Doll, you have another human growing inside of you; it’s more than normal for these changes to happen to your body.” He doesn’t stop caressing her bare tummy as his lips brush along her neck.

“I know.. doesn’t mean I will magically be able to accept it though. It’s.. a lot, Buck.”

“I know, love,” he kisses the spot behind her ear, “but I swear to you, you have never been sexier to me.”

“You swear? Pfft.” She tries to get out of his hold, unable to see what he was talking about.

“Hey,” Bucky stops her, bringing her back to stand before the mirror, “look at yourself. You’re a goddamn goddess. You have a baby in here and your body is merely accommodating, baby. Look at those full breasts.” Bucky squeezes her boobs gently in his large hands and she instantly moans, “all mine”.

“But— ”

“Who did this to you hmm?” Bucky teases, circling his thumb over her covered nipple.

“Bucky—” Her head is thrown back on his shoulder as his other hand finds its way between her legs.

“Who put a baby in you? Filled up this tight pussy again and again until you had no choice but to become knocked up?”

“Y- you did, Buck.” She breathes, her legs opening for him.

“That’s right, doll.” He slips a finger into her and then another, “look at yourself. Look how breathtaking you look with my baby growing inside of you, taking my fingers like you were meant to.”

She can barely open her eyes, yet the first thing they zero on is, “but the stretch marks—”

“I love them.” Bucky sucks at her neck.

“And all that newly gained body weight—” She moans, her hips grinding down on his hand.

“I adore it.”

“The way I’m gonna get heavier—”

“Has me absolutely infatuated.”

When her legs suddenly shake, her knees buckling, she thinks it was Bucky’s complete acceptance of her in every state that made her cum, not his fingers.

And if she thinks she’s going to walk away from that mirror before she watches herself fall apart for Bucky at least twice, she was an idiot.

 Snoring

It’s gotten a little difficult for her as the months pass to sleep in any other position but on her back, which unfortunately led to something she never used to do: snoring. The first night Bucky had woken her up to help her adjust the position of her head made her felt so embarrassed that she couldn’t go back to sleep again. And the very next night, she wanted to sleep in a different bed as to not interrupt Bucky’s sleep so much, so.. annoyingly.

“Absolutely not.”

“Buck, let’s be rational, please. You have things to do tomorrow, a mission by the end of the week. You need your sleep. Lots of it.”

“I said no, doll.”

“But listen—”

“I don’t remember you making me sleep in a different room when I used to wake you up to nightmares.”

His voice is so soft as he reminds her and it makes her heart melt.

“Bucky, that’s different—”

“You’re right, my thing almost gave you a fucking heart attack every single night, sometimes multiple times in the same night.”

“It’s not like it was something you chose to do!”

“And this is something you choose to do?”

Her mouth opens and closes but remains silent.

“Doll, I don’t wake you up at night because I’m annoyed by the snoring. I wake you up because I want you to breathe properly and have a comfortable sleep.”

“I want you to have a comfortable sleep too—”

“I do. Doll, I don’t wanna be anywhere but next to you. You think I’m gonna give up the privilege of being able to fall asleep next to you just because you started snoring?”

“Bucky.” She blushes in embarrassment, yet her heart skips a beat.

“Love, you are the reason I’m able to fall asleep like a normal person at all. How could you ever think I would wanna sleep in separate rooms?”

“I just care for you.”

“I care for you too, baby. And I wanna be there for you, with you, every step of the way. I want you snoring to wake me up because then I know to reposition your head and help you sleep better. I want your cold feet to wake me up because then I know to put socks on you because I know you can’t reach because of your belly—”

“My feet wake you up too!”

“Jesus, doll—”

~

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