Sebastian Stan X Black Reader - Tumblr Posts
Hi Star,
sending you loads of love!
i just wanted to know does chubby bucky's have any love languages that the reader figures out over time together?
Words of affirmation
Bucky low key has a praise kink. It took a while for you to realize it. The first time you complimented his baking skills, a ruddy flush swept across his cheeks and down his neck, he stammered out the most endearing thank you.
You really began to suspect it the time you mentioned how amazing he was for taking care of you when you were sick the night before, by the time you finished speaking, Bucky resembled the three-tier red velvet cake he was frosting.
And then one night, while you two were making love, you told him how good he was making you feel and he became feral, wanting-needing-to hear those words again and again.
Bucky expresses his affection by writing you the sweetest love notes before he goes to the bakery in the morning. He texts you random things throughout the day. He noticed when you change your hair, or get something new and he compliments you every chance you get. Constantly encouraging you to try new things, building you up, always believing in you.
Quality time
Because of his long hours at the bakery, he cherishes every moment he gets to spend with you. Big fancy dates are fun but it's the nights with the two of you bundled up on the couch under a mountain of blankets, his head on your stomach, arms banded around you while a movie plays. Or dinners with you sitting on his lap in the middle of the living room sharing one plate of food as you talk about your day.
Nothing compares to the afternoons spent in the kitchen with Bucky teaching how to make his favorite desserts, or wandering through the farmers market, your hand in his while he meticulously browses through the selections.
His absolute favorite moments with you. The ones that get him through a long, exhausting day are when you wake up with him, keeping him company while he gets ready. Some mornings you'll shave his beard, some days he'll talk you into quickie in the shower. But it always ends with him kissing you're both breathless.
Acts of service
Bucky loves to do things for you. Whether it's creating a signature dish for you or filling up your gas tank and washing your car so you never have to worry about it.
He gives massages, makes you playlists, and plans date nights that revolve around your interests.
If you need something done, Bucky will do it for you. No complaints, he doesn't bring it up later.
Bucky appreciates all the things you do for him. It means the world when you stop by the bakery with lunch or you get his favorite apron dry cleaned.
Don't Look, Don't Touch
Summary: Bucky has a few rules for any woman who isn't you...don't look, definintly don't touch anything that belongs to you. And Gorgeous he's all yours.
Pairing: Beefy Biker Bucky x Reader
Word count: 1.4 k
Warnings: Implied smut, mentions of oral, Bucky being proud that he's your man.
a/n: This is in response to this ask. Beta'd by the lovely @cwbucky . Just a minor time jump in the Beefy Biker World.
Bucky's staring at you.
Again.
He beat Steve in a game of pool about thirty minutes ago and after collecting his winnings he left the guys to grab a seat at the usual booth. Bucky's exhausted from the long day and after a few drinks, he’s content to rest in the back and wait for everyone to finish up.
But he can’t keep himself from staring at you.
It's not his fault he thinks, shifting his chair to get a better view of you. You're just so goddamn gorgeous, he can't take his eyes off you.
The heat of his gaze slides down your spine and sinks into your belly, smooth and warm like the bourbon you’re sipping.
Lifting the glass to your lips, you sneak a glance over your shoulder at the smoldering biker sitting across the bar.
His entire face brightens when your gaze lands on him. He grins at you, lips curling up until his nose scrunches, one brow raised, subtly gesturing for you to come over.
Bucky has one foot kicked up on the edge of the table, his combat boot tapping the chipped wood, his leather jacket thrown over the back of his chair and his sleeves rolled up past his thick forearms. His henley stretches across his broad muscular chest, a hint of freshly tattooed skin peeking around the collar.
By the way he's looking at you, you know he's feeling good, a few beers buzzing through him. You love tipsy Bucky. He’s a different beast when he’s like this, somehow even more affectionate than sober Bucky.
The last time he was like this, he ate you out from the back until you had to beg for him to stop and then-
“Ah ah ah,” Marcie tsks, flicking you right in the forehead with her long nails. “Don't even think about going over there.”
“Hey,” you grumble, rubbing your sore skin. “I wasn’t thinking about...” you trail off, a smile pushing your lips up. The lie flops out of your mouth and splatters on the table, making all the girls roll their eyes in unison.
You don’t notice, because you’re hooked by a pair of deep blue eyes, and oh god you want him. You blink, chastising yourself for leaning forward at the sight of his pink tongue traveling across his bottom lip.
Another sharp, stinging flick lands on your forehead—this time from Ari’s girl. Her cheerful yet menacing don’t you dare has you laughing. You break eye contact with your man to glare at her.
Narrowing your eyes, you try to remember her name-her real name-, silently cursing these bikers and their affinity for nicknames.
Giving up after a few seconds, you sigh. “Sunshine, I can control myself,” you start, mouth falling open in feigned shock when Dove snorts into her tequila. “Excuse you!” You elbow her in her stomach, and she does the same in return.
“As I. Was. Saying." You tap Dove's nose before turning to the rest of the group. "You need to talk to him about control, I’m always well behaved. Okay?” You sniff, putting your nose in the air.
They all exchange knowing looks while you cross your arms over your chest.
A beat of silence passes. You break first, a giggle slipping past your pursed lips.
The table erupts in playful, raucous teasing, each of you pointing out the times the other has lost their minds over their bikers.
Marcie, you want to talk about control. Let’s talk about you and Sam and why officer Clint can’t look you in the eyes.
Hey, that charge got dropped okay.
Dove, you let Steve do what where, oh no no no you weren’t shy then don’t act shy now tell us everything.
I-we Steve said, I mean it was one time, I-.
Sunshine, you know they have cameras in the garage right?
Oh I know.
It’s the kind of conversation that has tears running down your cheeks from laughing so hard, a warm comforting feeling in your chest knowing you’re surrounded by your best friends.
Dove grabs your shoulder, her whispered look drawing your attention back to Bucky. The girls go silent, tension thickening the smokey air. You lean back in your chair with a smug grin.
A lithe woman with a poor dye job is practically drooling over your man. She's been checking him out all night, you're surprised it took her this long to approach him.
Bucky still has his eyes on you so he doesn’t notice until she’s right in front of his face. She plants her hands next to his; her breasts almost spilling out of her low-cut top as she leans over his half eaten fried onions rings.
“Stop this now,” Sunshine pleads. “You know how he gets when this happens.”
“Nope.”
“Aw c’mon, he’s so dram—”
You cut Marcie off with a shrug. “I like it.”
Dove is looking at you, hiding her smile behind her hand. Her man is the same way so she gets it. You wink, nudging her with your shoulder. "This is going to be good."
"Hey handsome, I'm Katie."
"I'm married."
"I'm not," she retorts, biting her lip.
Bucky finally drags his eyes away from you, looking the woman straight in the eyes. “Can I help you?”
The woman in front of him smirks. “You can start by buying me a drink.”
Bucky holds up his hand, dull overhead lights reflect off the platinum ring, he smiles proudly at the shimmering band. “Sorry, but all my drinks are reserved for my girl.”
“Then why are you all by yourself baby?” Her lips dip into a faux pout, unaware of the growing ire rolling off of him. “If you were my man, I’d never leave you all alone, a big guy like you should be taken care of.”
Bucky scoffs, his stormy blue eyes narrowing. “I’m well taken care of and she’s all I want, so no.”
“Don't be like that… I bet I can change your mind.” She brushes her fingers over the back of his hand. "Bet I can do things she never even thought of-"
You see Bucky's eyes flare, it’s the same look he had at the super bowl party and it’s the same look he had after your ex tried to come back into your life. You take a deep breath in, anticipation sizzling through your veins.
"No one is better than my wife. No one." Bucky stands up, waving his hand in the air. His offended, cold voice cuts through the air like a whip. “You see this! This means I belong to her.” He states firmly, pointing one long ring adorned finger at you. “I didn’t go through all the trouble of getting her addicted to me just to cheat on her.”
Ari and Sam pause their pool game and turn towards the scene unfolding in the middle of the bar. Steve drops his head, rubbing the back of his neck, making his way to Bucky.
“All of this—“ Bucky gestures up and down his tattooed covered body, “—is hers. Will always be hers. So unless you’re Gorgeous, you need to take the hint and walk away.”
Steve pops his head over the booth. “You should probably go because he’s only going to get to worse,” he warns the stunned woman.
Bucky inhales, craning his neck to find you. “Gorgeous, you come here and tell her I love you. And that is yours," He states, grabbing his his bulge. "And that I only want to taste your ow—” he tries to continue before Steve hits him on the back of his head with his knuckles.
“Oh, this isn’t him at his worst, either. You still have a chance to get out of here.” Steve says, laughter lacing his tone. "I'd suggest you run before he really gets angry and very descriptive."
You watch her put her hands up and back away. Bucky settles back in his chair with a loud thud, grumbling under his breath. He gives you a sullen look, his brows pulled together into a frown. After everything the two of you went through to get to this point, he never wants that to happen again.
“Aw, he’s upset,” you say, sliding off your chair, grabbing your glass off the table as you stand.
“No.”
“I should go make him feel better.”
“Please, no.” Sunshine tries to grab the back of your shirt but you dodge her without taking your eyes off Bucky.
“I’ll be back in five, ten minutes.”
“Can you at least wait until you get home?”
“Five minutes,” you sing over your shoulder, sauntering over to your man.
“She’ll come back, won’t she?” The sound of Dove’s soft, hopeful voice makes you smile.
Laughing, Sunshine pulls her wallet out of her purse. “I got twenty on them sneaking into the bathroom.”
“No he drove here, it's going to be the concert parking lot all over again. I got fifty on the backseat of the truck” Sam interjects, placing a kiss on Marcie’s head.
“You’re both wrong. He’s going to do something at the booth and he better clean up after,” Ari intones from his perch on the side of the pool table, gesturing for Sunshine to sit on his lap.
Steve saunters over to a smiling Dove. "What do you think sweetheart? Bathroom or truck?"
Looping your arms around Bucky’s neck as you sit on his lap, you laugh, listening to your best friends making bets on you and your biker. He takes your hand in his larger one, kissing the wedding ring on your finger.
His loving gaze sweeps up to your face and back to your joined hands, resting his chin on your shoulder, Bucky's low, deep voice washes over the shell of your ear. “So, who do you want to win?”
You gaze up at him with a conspiratorial smirk. “That’s easy,” you say, pulling his head down, you whisper in his ear. His blue eyes are getting wider and wider with every word.
“Hell yeah.”
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