Beefy Bucky Fluff - Tumblr Posts
Little baby Bucky loved when his mama used to sing to him. It was the only thing that would soothe her fussy baby boy, no more than a few months old. She'd wrap him up in a warm blanket and hum softly, his tiny hands clutching onto her blouse. His forehead would rest against her neck, the vibrations and her calming voice gently lulling him to sleep.
He'd coo whenever she sang to him, blue eyes bright and wide, eventually growing heavy as she rocked him. It's the only thing that soothed him, sending him off into sweet dreams and peaceful sleep.
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Bucky squeezes his eyes shut, tossing and turning, willing for sleep to come but it never does. He's exhausted and he'd give anything to be able to turn his brain off but nothing works. You feel his restless shifting beside you, reaching out to see if he's having a nightmare.
"You okay ?" You ask, rubbing sleep from your eyes, finding him looking nervous when you roll over to face him "What is it Jamie" You carded your fingers softly through his hair and he nuzzles into your palm further, scared you'd find it weird because he knows what he needs.
He knows it'll work instantly.
"Can-can you sing to me?" He whispers without meeting your eyes, getting ready for you to pull away and avoid his request; he shuts his eyes, embarrassed from what he asked.
"Of course" You coo, humming an old song you know he loves, his eyes closing while you softly sing the words. He tries to fall asleep to your voice alone, already feeling more relaxed, but he knows he needs more.
Just a little bit more.
You don't say anything as he slowly shuffles closer and closer till he's practically laying on top of you, cuddling himself into the crook of your neck. His heavy beefy body covers you completely; a large mass of thick muscle and metal.
Yet he feels so little.
He curls himself up, nestled against your body under the covers, his eyes growing heavier each second. He settles himself with his face nuzzled against your skin, letting out a yawn as sleep finally starts to consume him. Your voice grows softer when you hear his quiet snores, pressing a kiss to his forehead and pulling the sheets up to keep him wrapped up and warm.
He smiles in his sleep, finally feeling safe, your adorable beefy baby boy.
Imagine taking care of Beefy Bucky. He’s such a soft, sweet, thicccc baby. He doesn’t trust a lot of people but trusts you with his entire being. He’s still on the run from the government but he has you and Steve secretly checking on him every so often. Whenever you have a bit of extra time, you love to take care of him, letting him feel safe, giving him some soft loving for once in his life. At first he was apprehensive but he’s slowly allowing more physical touch.
He’s sitting in a bath of warm water, plenty of bubbles to cover his modesty, fidgeting with his thumbs, waiting for you. You’re always so gentle and he feels ready to let you wash his hair. You notice he’s more nervous than usual, eyes not meeting yours.
“Are you okay Bub” you coo, sitting on the edge of the small tub, “we don’t have to do this Jamie, it’s okay”
“No! No I want to, it’s just-” he’s nervous again, worried you’d find it weird, what kind of grown man was he. You let him take his time as he squeezed his eyes closed. “Can-can you use this?”
He points to a tiny bottle of baby shampoo sitting on the corner, the only place he could hide it given there was a lack of shelves and cupboards. He hated the way regular shampoo would get into his eyes, making them sting and water, leaving him disoriented.
“Please?”
“Of course baby” you coo, grabbing the little bottle and squirting some into your palm, lathering it before carding it through his hair, massaging his scalp. You’re careful not to get anything in his eyes, rinsing his hair with a bowl of water afterwards. You leave the bathroom to let him rinse off and cover up with a towel, grabbing him a fresh set of clothes.
“Thank you” he whispers once your cuddled up together under a small blanket, his body heat keeping you extra warm. It’s not often he gets to spend the night with you and it’s something he finds himself craving more and more often. He smells so sweet, the soft scent of his shampoo making you smile as he curls up on your chest with his arms hugging you extra tight.
He fully intends on asking you out on a proper date once he’s ready and he hopes you’ll say yes.
