Beefy Bucky X You - Tumblr Posts

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.

Thinking about the cutest little beefy babie Bucky who just needs cuddles and kisses and to feel small. He’s spent so much of his life forced into the complete opposite, the large killing machine who was hosed down with ice cold water, fed through tubes, his mind wiped a thousand times over. He knows he wants to be babied but he has no idea how to put it into words and he’s too embarrassed to ever bring it up. That's all he wants. A safe space all just for him.

The mission takes forever, mental and physical exhausting competing against each other to wear the soldier down. He sits at the able after mustering a quick shower; your heart hurts seeing him look so defeated, not touching his food, too tried to even lift the spoon.

“Here, let me feed you” you smiled, taking his plate from him and feeding him little bites of pasta. You notice the way his eyes light up, sitting up a little straighter for you while you carefully make sure not to spill anything. Your thumb wipes away a tiny smidge of sauce from the corner of his mouth and Bucky feels warm and fuzzy on the inside.

“Thank you” he whispered, cheeks tinted pink

“What else do you need, Bub?” You caress his scruffy cheek and you swear you hear him whimper. He's in a headspace he can't quite place his finger on, desperately craving more of your affection. He contemplates keeping his mouth shut and just going to his room, not wanting to push his luck but you touch him so softly and he needs it so badly.

“Cuddles please?” He manages, immediately nuzzling into your side.

"Of course" You take his hand and lead him to your room, leaving the lamp on so Bucky isn't plunged into total darkness. He shuffles at the edge of your bed while you pull back the sheets, tugging him to lay on top of you. He’s physically much larger than you but on the inside he’s so little. He curls him self up into a ball, loving the way you wrap him up, holding him close to your body. His head rests against your chest and for the first time ever, he falls asleep to the sound of your heartbeat without a single nightmare plaguing him.

Bucky managed to keep it between to two of you, those puppy eyes always a sign that he needed his safe space. Around others he'd hold himself together, going through the motions and as soon as he sees you, he simply melts. He only lets his inhibitions' down when there is no on else around.

There are some days where he's so lost in himself, so tired, so drained, he struggles with the most basic tasks. Tears well in his eyes, his head hurting as he tries to comb through his hair, some how making it worse. You hear a sniffle as you pass by his room, gently knocking before entering and seeing his fallen face.

“Mama?” He doesn't always realize when he calls you that but he can't help it. You're the safest person on the planet for him, so soft and pretty and oh so loving.

“What it is, bear” you coo, taking his hand away from tugging with the brush, seeing his frustrations grow. He whimpered at the knot in his hair that hurts to detangle, looking at you with glassy eyes. You lead him to sit down at the edge of his bed while you work through his chestnut lock. He lets out a content sigh when he feels your gentle nimble fingers work through his hair without hurting him. You graze and massage his scalp as you detangle and your small ministrations make it hard for him to keep his eyes open.

“Sleepy” he mumbled, pushing his face into your tummy and hugging you close like his favorite stuffy. He lets out a precious yawn and pulls you to bed to cuddle.

“Go to sleep, bear" You whisper, kissing his forehead, rubbing his back in soothing circles. He nods against your skin before descending into soft snores.

Such a cute beefy baby.