Bucky X Pregnant!reader - Tumblr Posts
*Runs and hides from the 1000s of wips while I write this fluffy rogue thought that came into my head*
Bucky being obsessed with your baby bump.
Imagine being pregnant with Bucky’s lil baby and as much as you absolutely love it, not every day is easy.
Like today.
You pouted, looking at yourself in the mirror, your slightly rounded belly pushing against your sundress ever so slightly. You brushed your hand over your tummy, not sure if it was your little one growing or the 3 donuts you’d scarfed down making you bigger today.
Bucky walked in, padding towards you like an excited puppy, his hands immediately coming to wrap around you, loving how soft and sweet you looked carrying his baby. He thought he was in love before but that was nothing compared to now.
You were genuinely so gorgeous; your skin glowed, your body was driving him feral, your neediness made him weak in the knees. He frowned when he looked down to see your less than happy face, scrutinizing every change your body was going through while your husband was waiting for you to give him attention.
“Why is my angel grumpy” He whispered against your hairline, peppering kisses across your face while you shrugged, not meeting his eyes. He hummed, noting the way your gaze were still fixated on your body, easily reading your mind.
“Hmm, is it cause of this little one” His eyes twinkled, dropping to his knees, pressing his forehead against your tummy. “Is my munchkin making you all pouty?”
You nodded while Bucky lifted your dress, pressing his lips on your bare skin, his hands coming up to your hips so he could pull you closer and smush his face in. You giggled at the feeling of him rubbing his face in, tickling your sensitive skin,
He becomes a ridiculous menace with your belly. He always has to have a hand on your tummy at all times. Doesn’t matter when or where. As long as he can shove his hand under your shirt and feel your belly, he’s content.
Move night? Hand on your belly, under your oversized shirt. He’s ready to flip anyone off that tells him he’s doing too much but no one does because the way he dotes on you is too cute.
Cuddle time? Only if he can be big spoon so he can hold your belly.
Showering? Obviously, he has to be there.
Cooking? Both hands are splayed on your tummy while you waddle around the kitchen, telling him he can sit down. So now he’s pouting while still holding your tummy.
Going for a walk? You have to take breaks so he can feel your perfect baby bump.
He also never stops talking about it.
“Isn’t my angel the prettiest?”
“Yeah, she is-”
“Shut up, only I can say that”
“My baby looks so pretty carrying my baby”
“Can’t wait to get you pregnant again doll”
“Bucky, we haven’t even had our first-”
“Shhh, we’re gonna make an army of baby Buckys”
“If you look this good now, imagine how gorgeous you’d look with twins”
“It’s not like you can decide when twins happen”
“Then we’ll just have to keep trying- (wiggles his eyebrows, stalking over to you with that horny feral look that got you pregnant in the first place)
“What if it’s not twins the next time”
“Then we try again”
“and again”
“and again”
“Bucky, seriously?”
“Yes”
“Were gonna have so many babies”
“And they will be called Winter’s Children”