A/N: I am combining the three requests below the cut into one fic so hopefully it covers everything ❤️
Summary: A lot can happen in a year, from one cookout to the next you see just how far you and Bucky have come. Warnings: 18+ only, fluff, anxiety WC: 1.8k
Sunlight streamed through Bucky’s window and you wondered how he ever slept when he never closed the curtains. Rolling over so your eyes weren’t directly assaulted by a ray of light, you felt the blanket catch on your hand and looked down to where it rested on Bucky’s stomach. Memories came back to you, Bucky’s promise that he was done running from his problems and ready to face the future with you, right before he slid your wedding ring back on your finger.
“You’re not getting cold feet are you?” Bucky asked, his voice deep with the remnants of sleep.
“Not a chance.” You promised as you tilted your head so you could reach his lips. “I’ve waited a year for this, but it feels like a lifetime.”
“I know.” He sighed. “I’ll never be able to make it up to you, what I put you through.”
“Shhh.” You soothed as you rolled onto your tummy and kissed the smooth skin of his chest. “It’s the past, I just need to know you are sure about this, our future.”
“Never been more certain about anything.”
You smiled at the sincerity before seeing the time on his alarm clock and swore as you jumped up from the bed. “Get dressed before we miss our future.”
Sam and Sarah looked like they hadn’t even been to sleep as they arrived moments after you and Bucky did, confusion painting their tired faces. They had probably stayed up partying with the rest of their guests after you and Bucky slipped away last night, and from the looks of it they were both nursing hangovers.
“When you said ‘come to the courthouse ASAP’ I kinda expected to be bailing you out.” Sam said with a yawn. “Did you get arrested again?”
“Not this time but I’m about to be served a life sentence.” Bucky said as he held your hand up. “We’re getting married, again, and want you two as our witnesses.”
“Oh shit, congratulations!” Sam bundled you both into a tight hug as Sarah echoed his surprise and happiness.
Bucky slipped out of the embrace after a few moments and laced his fingers with yours. “Come on, they only have a 15 minute slot for us.”
“So romantic, Buck.” Sam laughed and nudged you with his elbows. “Is this how he won you back?”
You glanced at Bucky’s sheepish look and gave his hand a squeeze. “He never lost me. And, considering how much we spent on the last one, I think this is just fine.”
“Well, let’s do this then.” Sam urged as he pushed everyone towards the steps. “Then we can get some breakfast to celebrate, I’m starving.”
One Year Later
For as long as Bucky could remember he had always questioned time, specifically his place in it. World War Two, The Winter Soldier, The Snap. So much time had been stolen from his life that he constantly wondered when it would run out. He never lived in the present, not even when he stopped fighting and settled down in the family home you purchased together not far from Sam in Delacroix. His mind was still thinking what comes next, until you had given him the answer in the form of a positive pregnancy test. It was as if his world shifted and the pieces of his soul that were scattered through time finally reconnected in the present. Bucky was going to be a father, a purpose he didn’t know he needed until he held the proof in his hands.
“You’re staring again.”
Bucky broke away from his trance to smile at you, the distraction only lasting a minute before he was back looking at his daughter asleep in his arms. She was so tiny that even after almost two months he still feared he would accidentally break her.
“Shh, she’s just gone back to sleep.” He whispered as he watched the rise and fall of her chest and caressed her smooth cheek with his thumb.
“Babe, she’s never going to get used to sleeping in her cot if you don’t put her in it.” You murmured quietly as you took a seat beside him on the couch, his free arm pulling you closer.
“She’s my princess and she needs daddy cuddles, I’m just giving her what she needs.” He reasoned as he caught her hand breaking free of his attempt at swaddling. “Can’t get this damn thing to stay tucked in.”
Taking the tail of the merino knit blanket you tucked it back in, securing her arms from her startle reflex. “There you go sweetie, no more escapes for you.”
A ghost of a memory flashed across Bucky’s eyes as he watched his daughter try to wriggle from the confines of the blanket and he rushed to free her before his chest could constrict any further.
“Bucky? Baby, what’s wrong?” You asked as he practically tore through the thin fibres of the blanket.
B’s eyes opened as she felt the cooler air rush in around her and her little legs kicked before she started to cry.
“I thought she might be getting too hot.” He stammered as he rose to his feet and began rocking her gently.
“Don’t lie to me, we have been through too much together for you to get away with that. Talk to me.”
“You’re overreacting.”
“No, I think that was what you did.” You countered as you stood up, turning him around to face you and pinning him with a look that warned him not to lie again.
His eyes turned down to his daughter, once again drifting off to sleep with his gentle movements. “I’m not comfortable restraining her.”
“Restraining? You mean swaddling?” You asked as you cupped his cheek. “Honey, swaddling is comforting for babies, it’s not controlling like what happened to you.”
He didn’t look convinced so you wrapped your arms around him tightly and just held him for a moment. “Am I making you uncomfortable?”
His forehead crumpled in confusion. “No.”
“But I am holding you tight.”
“You’re hugging me…oh.”
He dropped his head with a chuckle before feeling his phone vibrate with a text message from Sam. “Shit, we better get going. I don’t thinkSam cares if we go, he just wants to steal our baby.”
“Because ladies love a man with a baby.” You giggled, placing a kiss on his confused face. “I know I do. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
His heart stopping smirk returned as his ego quickly inflated. “Sexy huh, maybe while she’s with Uncle Sam we can sneak off down to the jetty again.”
You bit your lip at the reminder and felt a needy throb at your core.
“This isn’t going to work.” You said as you looked at your casual jeans and shirt. “I’m going to slip into something a little easier to access.”
His eyes darkened in an instant and his tongue wet his eager lips as you went to the bedroom. “You be good for Uncle Sam, baby girl. Daddy needs some time alone with Mommy.”
“Daddy would get more time with Mommy if he put you to sleep in your cot.” You said as you stepped out in a summer dress, enjoying how Bucky drank in the sight of you.
“I hate the idea of her being all alone.” He said before his eyes sparkled. “Maybe we could have another one, then they’ll always have each other.”
“Woah there, hold the phone.” You shook your head as you grabbed the diaper bag and keys. “My damn stitches have barely healed, you must be mad.”
“Madly in love, with you and our daughter and our family.”
You rolled your eyes and he laid the compliments on thick and teased your hip with his free hand. “Uh-uh, I love that you love being a father but this body needs a break before it makes another baby.”
He grinned even wider and pulled you closer to capture your lips. “But you want another one?”
“Yes, Bucky, I would like one that is actually planned.” You chuckled. “She was a wonderful surprise, but still a surprise.”
His eyes suddenly widened and he headed to the bedroom without a word, returning as he shoved a foil wrapper of a condom into the pocket of his jeans. “Almost forgot. Now we can go.”
“Glad you remembered to pack the essentials.” You teased as you checked there were plenty of supplies in the diaper bag, adding an extra diaper just in case.
“You know me, I’d take the chance.”
“Oh I know.” You laughed, pointing to the baby in his arm. “Proof is right there.”
“Hand her over.” Sam ordered as soon as you arrived. “I need some snuggles with my beautiful niece.”
“Good to see you Bucky, how’s it going?” Bucky mumbled to himself. “It’s going great Sam, thanks for asking.”
“Someone sounds like he needs a nap.” Sam babbled as he unbuckled your daughter from her pram and gave you a kiss on the cheek. “How you doing mama?”
“I’m good, lucky to have this guy at home.” You said as you stepped into Bucky’s side. “I don’t know what I would have done if he was still out on missions.”
“You’d be fine.” Sam said, punching Bucky gently on the shoulder. “He married a damn strong woman. No one else could put up with him, that’s for sure.”
Bucky rolled his eyes and draped his arm over your shoulder as he watched Sam retreat with his most prized possession.
“You want to follow him, don’t you.” You said softly as his back tensed beneath your hand. “Sam loves her, he won’t let anyone hurt her.”
“I know, it’s just,” he looked at his free hand hanging at his side, “I miss her when she’s not in my arms. I can’t protect her if I’m too far away.”
“That’s what makes you an amazing father but you have to trust the rest of us to keep her safe too.” You turned his face to you, breaking his stare from her and Sam. “How about we go for a walk to the jetty? Take your mind off this and when we get back you’ll find her safe and sound, I promise.”
He pulled away from your hands and saw nothing had changed in the moment he hadn’t been watching, there were no cries or drama. Nodding reluctantly, he let you lead the way along the path and through the trees to the jetty that hadn’t changed since you were last there a year ago to the day.
Pushing gently at his shoulder, Bucky took a seat and you sat down beside him, fingers intertwined. “I guess this is our second first anniversary, doll.”
You chuckled as you laid your head on his shoulders and enjoyed the tranquility surrounding you. “Happy anniversary, Bucky, it’s been our best year so far.”
won’t even apologise for the bucky spree i’ve been on lately. have another one.
so i’ve been daydreaming about being bucky’s housewife a lot, and i just wanted to write something about what a day in the life of bucky’s housewife would be like. so here it is.
Content Warning: CEO!Bucky x Housewife!Reader, domestic fluff, slight angst but no conflict, sad!steve rogers but he’ll be fine, dirty talk, smut (daddy kink, mommy kink, dom!bucky x sub!reader, handjob, fingering, role-playing, breeding kink, penetrative sex, lactation kink), aftercare, soft!bucky.
A handful of peanuts are put into a small container and slotted into the lunch bag, along with a homemade Italian sub sandwich, hummus, pita chips, and some strawberries which you cut to look like hearts. You also pack a bottle of peach iced tea which you’ve decorated with a few heart-shaped stickers, before zipping up the bag and giving it a proud smile.
The dishwasher behind you hums with the sound of the breakfast dishes being washed, and the smell of coffee from the thermos fills the air.
It’s the start of a great day.
You light up when Bucky enters the kitchen in his suit with his briefcase in hand, shooting you a wink as he walks over. “Ready?” You ask him, pushing his lunchbag and thermos towards him.
“Mhm,” He replies with a smile, walking over to give you a kiss. It’s short and sweet and he rests his forehead against yours once he pulls away. “Don’t wanna go.”
“Then don’t,” You whisper coyly, holding onto the hem of his freshly-pressed suit jacket. “Call in sick and stay with me all day.”
He chuckles at your words, pulling your body closer to his. “I wish I could, peanut, but I have that big meet-”
“Meeting with Mr. Barton, I know,” You finish with an eye roll, before smiling up at him. “I made your favorite for lunch.”
“I love you,” Bucky mumbles, kissing you again. “Wish I could just take you with me. Sit you on my desk so I have something pretty to look at all day.”
