soft!dom!bucky who starts dreading taking you home. don't get him wrong, he would never feel comfortable with any woman walking home by herself (there was even one instance where you both were at a bar and spotted a younger woman clearly alone, and, with her approval, bucky insisted on both of you accompanying her home so that she wasn't walking alone at night), and he will be dead the day you are left to walk home without your man there. but, taking you home means that you're not with him anymore. it means that he doesn't get to hear your laugh whenever he trips over the corner of the rug. it means he doesn't get to fall asleep with you wrapped around him like a koala while also somehow stealing most of the blankets. it means he's alone with his thoughts.

soft!dom!bucky who is hanging out with his friends one night, all gathered in his apartment, when you run to the bathroom. you've been dating for almost a year and a half, but any outsider would think you're still in the honeymoon phase with how, frankly, obsessed you are with each other. steve seems to notice the fallen look on bucky's face when you head down the hall, and just blurts out so, when are you moving her in? bucky was surprised at his bluntness, but he'd be lying if he said it didn't stick with him for the rest of the evening. even after you came back from the bathroom, the thought was swirling around his head. if you noticed the spaced out look in your eyes whenever he looked at you, you were kind enough to not point it out in front of everyone.

soft!dom!bucky who can't stop thinking about living together even days later, and decides that, yeah, he wants to live with you. he already knows he's going to spend the rest of his life with you, and he knows you feel the same, but living together is a big step. granted, bucky has already cleared out a drawer in his dresser for your clothes, and you do have a toothbrush and some bath products in his bathroom; bucky's also cleared off a shelf in his pantry for your favorite snacks, so it wouldn't be too much of a change. not to mention the fact that you spend nearly all of your free time together, and it's more common than not that you'll spend the night at each other's apartment. so, it's an easy decision to ask you to move in, but that doesn't mean his mind doesn't play tricks on him, trying to convince him that you'll say 'no' and he'll be devastated.

soft!dom!bucky who doesn't mean to blurt it out the next time you see each other. you made a mild complaint about wearing the same two pajamas every time you sleep at his place, and he couldn't stop himself from saying I mean, you could always keep more clothes here. you'd responded with but then I'll have less clothes to wear at my place. and, well, bucky had basically no choice other than to say what if you just move in? your back was still facing him, freezing in the middle of rifling through your drawer for a different shirt. turning to him, your eyes remain wide for merely one second before they soften, a small smile making its way onto your face.

soft!dom!bucky who has never felt more relieved than when you crawl onto the bed with your smile growing more mischievous by the second. you want me to move in? you asked, batting your eyelashes and placing a hand on his knee, squeezing it comfortingly to let him know you're not opposed to the idea. more than anything bucky mutters back, resting his hand over yours. I just... I miss you when you're not here, and you know how much I love seeing you on my couch whenever I get home from work. plus, all your things will be in one place, so it'll be easier than going between apartments whenever you need anything. I - you shut him up with a kiss, swallowing his words until they taper off and he melts into your embrace. of course I will, daddy you mumble against his lips.

soft!dom!bucky who starts moving you in the very next day. he packs up your things for you, and doesn't know whether or not to text you in the middle of your shift to let you know that he found your vibrator in your nightstand. while you have plenty of toys stored at his apartment, bucky knows you have needs even when you can't be with him, and accepts that he can't always be there with you to fulfill them, so he's not angry in the slightest that you have one. it's just... it's the thought of you using it on yourself when you're alone, probably whimpering and whining because your finger's can't reach as far as his, nor can your bullet lick you like he does, and he's suddenly aching and desperate to use it on you. even better, he wants to watch you use it on yourself. ultimately, he decides not to bring it up while you're at work, knowing you'll probably get embarrassed, and that's the last thing he wants. you shouldn't be ashamed for your needs or how you take care of them, so he waits.

soft!dom!bucky who has the next day off from work, though you still have to go in, but you'd given bucky the keys to your apartment so that he could begin the moving process. not only do you trust him to not break your antiques (something which makes bucky proud of himself), but he insisted that he wasn't going to let you move anything. he's fully capable of carrying boxes, and even calls steve for help moving your furniture (something that steve was all too happy to do, considering he's already been waiting for the wedding invitations for a couple months) and his princess shouldn't have to worry about overworking herself. you're his princess, after all, and you deserve to relax at any chance you get. and if bucky decides to move the heavier boxes when you come back from work, so what? it's just coincidence; it has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that his cock stays half-hard every time he catches you staring at him with that far-away look in your eyes, gazing up at him like he's your savior who's come to take away all your problems.

soft!dom!bucky who has everything moved in before dinner. all that's left is to sell your various leftover furniture that bucky already has, but natasha informed you that she'd help in that department (she has also been waiting for wedding invitations). it's not until after you've eaten that bucky decides to celebrate your relationship milestone by bringing out your vibrator, not letting the look of embarrassment linger on your face for more than a second before he lets you know that he's the exact opposite of offended. he wants you to always be satisfied, and he assures you that you'll never have to want for anything, because he'll always provide anything you need.

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♡ domestic daddy

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♡ taking care of daddy

♡ how he spoils you

♡ acceptance

♡ going down

♡ crashing out

♡ two hearts in one home

♡ holidays

♡ vacations

♡ how he knew

♡ holy matrimony

♡ making up after a fight

♡ bratty princess

soft!dom!bucky who has a heavy oral fixation - specifically, finger-sucking. even more specifically, you sucking on his fingers. what makes it even better is that you seem to have a thing for his hands, staring at them when he's cooking or playing with them when you're cuddled on the couch, so you're all too happy to let his fingers sink into your mouth whenever he wants. after you've had a long day, he loves sitting you on his cock while you suckle on two of his fingers, urging you to just let go, princess. I know, you're so wound up, huh? it's alright, you don't need to think, okay? just focus on daddy, let daddy fill you up exactly how you need until the events of your day finally leave your mind and you're slumping against bucky's chest, nuzzling into him and whimpering uselessly because your brain is too hazy to form any words but you need daddy to know that you appreciate him.

soft!dom!bucky who loves spanking you as a form of getting you out of your head. he knows your brain can get too loud sometimes, the doubts and insecurities overtaking your thoughts until you can't think of anything other than the many different ways you think you messed up that day. he'll perch himself on the edge of the bed fully clothed, gently ordering you to strip down until you're in just your thong and bra. once you're mostly bare, he'll beckon you forward until he can maneuver your body to where you're laying over his lap, your butt elevated, just waiting for his hand to grope and massage and swat. he makes you count out loud how many spanks he gives you, starting over when you lose count, relishing in your quiet squeals and pleas for more, only starting to slow down when he notices a few tears stinging your eyes. "color?" he checks in periodically, smiling to himself when you don't hesitate to assure him, "green," despite how much your ass stings. he lets you hump and grind in his lap occasionally, encouraging you to seek more pleasure when he dips his fingers between your cheeks and presses against your clothed hole. he never lets you actually cum until he sees that haze in your eyes, though, when those normally wide, curious eyes glaze over, your whimpers turning pathetic until you're unable to form any words other than daddy and thank you and soooo green when he asks if you're okay.

soft!dom!bucky who loves tying you down and eating you out for hours. he leaves the silk ties loose enough for you to be able to wiggle a little because he loves watching you squirm from the stimulation. he starts by kissing your thighs, biting down a little and sucking bits of skin into his mouth until he's sure you'll be able to feel the ache whenever you move. he'll give your pussy long, closed mouth kisses, licking your labia until you're whining for more, and since bucky has never been able to deny his princess anything, he spreads your lower lips and dive in. and sometimes, if bucky gets especially insatiable, that's the only thing you do that night. sometimes he just can't stop himself from licking and sucking your clit until you nearly black out, fingers reaching so deep inside you that you swear you can feel him in your stomach, pressing against your special spot over and over until you're squirting, crying out thank you, daddy! thank you! through tears.

soft!dom!bucky who thinks he's never been harder when he finds out you've never tried anal sex. you expressed your anxiety about it, citing previous partner's tendencies to rush things, to mostly care only about their own pleasure, and you'd been mildly afraid that it would hurt too much and spoil the experience. bucky is furious on your behalf, understanding that it's unfortunately common for guys your age to not give a shit about their partner's pleasure, but still upset that you had to deal with their selfishness when he knows how good he can make it for you. and he does, of course. he goes above and beyond what you'd imagined when you discussed it. and bucky talks to you the whole time, letting you know what he's doing so that you're not caught off guard, praising you as you take his fingers in your tightest hole, letting him consume you completely. the first time he presses his cock inside, you tense up, but bucky continues cooing at you, massaging your hips and kissing your neck and playing with your clit until your body lets him sink in completely, owning your body in every conceivable way. and he's never been prouder of you (and himself) when you cum so hard your vision whites out.

soft!dom!bucky who loves putting a plug in your ass after cumming inside, wanting to keep you full even after the scene is over because he craves those little pathetic whines you let out whenever you move even slightly, and you crave being full of him at all times. you get that glassy look in your eyes when the plug jostles, a fuzzy feeling wrapping around your heart and a warmth in your belly knowing that you're claimed wholly by daddy's cum. and sometimes you ask to keep it in for a while longer than bucky was planning, shyly explaining that it makes you feel more connected to him, like he's with you even when he's not.

soft!dom!bucky who will spend forever kissing and worshipping your body, nibbling and sucking on your nipples until you're hissing, desperately wishing he could imprint his lips on your collarbone like a tattoo so that you carry his love everywhere you go. he'll massage your thighs, his devotion to you and your pleasure being whispered into your neck as he plays your body like a fiddle, knowing exactly how to coax out those moans he loves so much, those high-pitched whines that go straight to his dick, but he'll happily ignore it until well after you're begging for it because he doesn't think you've cum enough times for him to deserve your tight heat.

soft!dom!bucky who is the one to drive you to the emergency room when you break your arm. he tries to keep calm when you're laying in one of the beds, but internally he is freaking out because he's convinced your injury is his fault - even though he had no way of preventing your fall due to him being in the bathroom at the time. but, still, he shouldn't have left his shoes out like that, he should've - bucky! your voice brings him out of his spiraling thoughts, and that's when he realizes he's been squeezing your hand a little too tightly. he loosens his grip, softly apologizing, and you seem to recognize that he's apologizing for more than just your aching hand. but, it's only when the doctor leaves and you're both left alone, waiting to be called for x-rays, that you turn to him and murmur it's not your fault daddy, I'm the clumsy one.

soft!dom!bucky who temporarily moves you into his apartment so that he can take care of you properly. he doesn't let you do anything, let alone lift anything heavier than a book. you're hungry? what do you want to eat, princess? daddy'll make it for you. you need to shower? come on, I'll help. of course, no funny business, princess. just gonna help keep your cast out of the water. you need to go to the bathroom? do you need help wiping? I'll do it. I'll do anything you need. to which you responded, kindly but firmly, no, daddy, I can do this on my own. it's not that you don't appreciate all the help, after all, you don't know how you'd get anything done with your arm being out of commission, but you want to regain at least some independence.

soft!dom!bucky who knows you're going stir crazy while being out of work. about a week into your recovery, bucky ends up taking time off of work himself so he can be with you. while you don't absolutely love your job, you like it enough, and not being able to do anything is taking a toll on you. you're always on the go, ready to give 110% at everything you do, and now being forced to slow down has your mind scrambled, worried over things not getting done at work despite knowing you can't do anything about it.

soft!dom!bucky who knows you're trying your best not to show it, but you're frustrated. he knows it's not him you're frustrated with, but sometimes he'll catch a stray and be at the receiving end of your agitation. you always apologize immediately after, insisting that you're grateful for his help, but you're just. fuck, you're just so done with everything. you can't even tie your own shoes when you go out to the market because you can't move your wrist. useless is a strong word, but you're starting to feel it every time you ask bucky to do something you normally would have no problem doing. you make it a point to not tell bucky about that yet, because you know he'd just be upset - not at you, never at you, just at the fact that you feel lesser simply because you're injured.

soft!dom!bucky who sees it all come to a head one saturday morning when you're getting ready to go to the market. he was in the kitchen gathering the reusable bags when he heard you curse angrily, followed by sniffles. he'd rushed into the bedroom, only to find you sitting on the bed with your head in your hands, your shoulders shaking from how hard you're crying. your shirt is discarded on the floor, bundled up like you'd thrown it down. he quickly concludes that your emotions have probably bubbled up so much that not being able to put on your shirt must have been the final straw.

soft!dom!bucky who rushes to you, kneeling between your legs and carefully reaching for your hands so he can uncover your face. your eyes are full of tears, your cheeks coated in them, and your bottom lip wobbles pathetically as you try to stop crying. but, as soon as you see bucky's sympathetic smile, your facade cracks and your tears come back in full force, leaning forward and collapsing into bucky's waiting arms. it's okay, princess he mumbles into your hair, keeping his lips pressed to your temple as he coos I know, I know, princess. it's hard, isn't it? you're so strong, the strongest person I know, but it's okay, you're still my independent girl, you're still strong even if you can't do as much as you used to. it's okay.

soft!dom!bucky who listens to you vent with a level of patience you've never seen from anybody. he doesn't interrupt you, he doesn't loosen his hold on you, he doesn't let you think for a second that he's not there, eager to take away your hurt. he understands your feelings, and why you're having them, but he's very firm when he tells you that princess, it's okay, everything'll be okay and you'll be back to overworking yourself as usual, okay? that makes you chuckle weakly, and you pull away slowly, just enough to be able to look bucky in the eyes. you promise, daddy? you ask softly, and bucky can't help but smile as he nods, carefully wiping away your tears.

soft!dom!bucky who once promised you he'd always take care of you, and he continues to prove it in his actions and words. he'll never make you feel less-than for not being able to do certain tasks, his sole goal is to make you feel like the princess he knows you are.

soft!dom!bucky who knows you're concerned about taking advantage of his generosity. your first instinct when buying anything is to reach for your own money because you realize how it could look to the outside world; a younger woman with an older guy that makes more money using his card to buy your coffee even gives you 'sugar daddy vibes', so you can only imagine what the women at your local salon think when bucky whips out his card after you've just spent an hour getting your nails done.

soft!dom!bucky who couldn't give less of a shit about how it looks to other people. he wants to take care of you, doesn't like it when you spend your own money on things when you know how much he craves providing for you - but he'll never direct that negativity towards you. he also doesn't blame you, he knows it's not your fault that you've been on your own for so long and haven't been able to rely on much of anyone, so you're not used to someone being so ready and willing to buy you that dress you saw at the mall but didn't end up getting because you looked at the price tag and wanted to cry.

soft!dom!bucky who will hold your hips and stare into your eyes as he reminds you that you have his card in your wallet before you leave for your girls night, insisting that he treat you and your friends to a nice evening. you've finally found your footing in brooklyn, made a few work-friends that turned into an actual friendship, and bucky wants to foster those relationships for you because he knows how much you need and crave them. despite wanting to be the one you go to first for any troubles you have, he also wants you to have others to lean on, and he wants you to have a support system in place in case he, for some rare reason, can't be there right away.

soft!dom!bucky who goes all out for holidays and your birthday. he won't just give you a simple card and a few gift cards and call it a day, he investigates for a solid month beforehand to find out what you really want. he'll go through your carts on various websites you visit, will rifle through your bath products and makeup and figure out what you're low on and what you're missing so that he can go out and get the actual products, not just a gift card to get them yourself. by the time the day comes, you have a small mountain of gifts that bucky is just dying to see you open, loves the way you light up when you unwrap the final book of the series you're currently invested in, secretly craves the little kiss you give him after each present.

soft!dom!bucky who spoils you with not just money, but praise as well. he figured out pretty early on in your relationship that you don't really know how to take compliments well, always getting shy and giggly and deflecting so that the topic moves on without you spiraling over the fact that you don't feel like you deserve it. bucky has made it his life's mission to lather on the praise until you finally believe him, and then continue to do so even after. you deserve to hear how beautiful you are, how perfect you are for him, how smart and kind and funny you are. you're just an amazing person, and bucky wants you to know and believe that.

soft!dom!bucky who spoils you sexually. any new thing you want to try, bucky has already bought various toys to make sure you have the best experience. he's probably bought you too much lingerie, but that's only because he loves seeing you all dolled up for him, and it makes you feel good about yourself. you feel sexy when you put on a new set, wandering out of the bathroom to see your dom sitting on the edge of the bed, eyes wide and full of hunger as he tells you to do a little twirl, show me how beautiful you look, lemme see your ass, lemme just get a taste of your tits through the lace. he will always carefully undress you, though he does enjoy cutting your panties off of your body, eyes following the way your chest rises and falls when the underwear is tossed aside, a sweet and sultry thank you, daddy, following each orgasm he gives you.

soft!dom!bucky who eases you into subspace during your first scene. the scene itself is nothing too extreme, just some new toys and a few silk ropes added to the mix, as well as the quiet understanding that bucky isn't just 'in charge,' he's there to give you all the pleasure you deserve, and it will be intense. bucky lives and breathes to make you happy, so he takes his time in tying your hands to the headboard, kissing your lips every so often and mumbling look at me, princess, need to see those beautiful eyes because he wants to make note of all the minute changes in your expression, ready to stop if your lips even twitch downwards.

soft!dom!bucky who is the king of consent. sometimes, to the point of frustration. he'll have three fingers stretching you out, pressed in all the way to the third knuckle, and he's stopping to ask your color - always green, by the way. he brings you to orgasm twice before he actually fucks you, and somewhere along the way he can see the way your eyes start to glaze over, how your moans turn to pathetic whimpers, how you can't stop mumbling daddyyyyyy, please, yes!, making bucky so so so proud of you for trusting him enough to hand over full control, knowing that he won't hurt you.

soft!dom!bucky who finally cums after your fourth orgasm, grunting and groaning praises even though he's sure you can't really understand what he's saying. when his hips finally still, his eyes locked on the way drool trickles out of the side of your mouth, he feels an overwhelming surge of love, the need to protect and covet you so that no one can hurt you. he hurries to grab a glass of water and a damp cloth, setting the glass on the nightstand and carefully wipes between your legs, shushing and cooing at you when you whine at the overstimulation.

soft!dom!bucky who cuddles you close to his chest after tossing the rag onto the floor, content to worry about it later, after you're back to your senses and not so vulnerable. he's kissing your forehead, your hairline, cheeks, nose, anywhere he can reach without moving too much, murmuring praises the entire time. did so good for daddy, princess. so so good, 'm so proud of you, thank you. he massages your shoulders, running his hands up and down your arms and back, loving on you properly because it's what you deserve. and bucky swears that you've never looked more beautiful than you do right now, looking up at him like he's your whole world with shining eyes and a hint of a smile. somewhere along the way, he makes a mental note to ask you later if he can take a picture of you if you decide you want to do this again.

soft!dom!bucky who feels you start to slowly come back to him after nearly thirty minutes of floating. you start squirming a little, letting out little whines, starting to blink faster as though you're just now realizing where you are. bucky continues kissing you and mumbling reassurances, wanting to have the first words you hear to be about how utterly perfect you are for him. but his heart drops a little when you whimper brokenly, your bottom lip wobbling and your squirming becoming a little more frantic. he can hear how your breath hitches, your body shaking slightly. in an instant he knows what's happening; you're dropping.

soft!dom!bucky who coos at you a little louder, assuring you that you're okay, you're safe, daddy's got you, but he can tell your mind is reeling. he knew what happened was intense, considering you've never experienced subspace before, and he knew this was a possibility, but that doesn't mean his heart doesn't hurt when tears start streaming down your face. he feels actual pain when you whimper out daddy? and look at him, eyes glassy now but for a different reason. even in the midst of worry, bucky recognizes that you're turning to him for comfort, that your trembling hands reaching out for him means that you need him closer. he ends up laying half on top of you, hoping that surrounding you with his body, feeling his bare skin pressed against you, will help ground you.

soft!dom!bucky who breathes a sigh of relief when you settle after a few minutes. your noises taper off, and your tears stop streaming down your cheeks, your hands no longer gripping his shoulders for dear life. he keeps his body over yours, though, just until you tap his arm, prompting him to lift up and lay next to you, propping himself up on his elbow and placing one hand on your stomach to keep the contact. you're still quiet for a few moments, focusing on steadying your breathing, but once you seem mostly calmed down, he presses a brief kiss to your forehead before staring into your eyes as he asks you okay, princess?

soft!dom!bucky who nods reassuringly when you mumble I think? he understands that you're vulnerable and emotional, and he wants you to know that it's okay to feel like that. he wants you to know that it's okay to have negative emotions, as long as you don't let it consume you. you talk about how you felt during the scene and afterward, listening with rapt attention as you recount how blissful floating like that was, but coming out of it was a little scary because it felt as though you would never feel like that again and you wanted to hang onto it for as long as you could. but also, you've never experienced subspace before, so bucky assures you that it's normal to feel anxious after coming out of it, that the change in sensation can be overwhelming. that makes you feel better, and you tell him that, and after a little more talking, you both agree that you want to try it again, but bucky makes a mental note to talk with you in depth later and come to a mutual agreement on what bucky can do to make that transition easier.

soft!dom!bucky who has never felt prouder of you, nor has he ever felt so lucky as to have you trust him enough to get you through a subdrop. he cherishes that trust, and promises you that he'll always keep you safe, won't let anyone or anything touch you, because it's his responsibility and honor as your dom to protect you.

soft!dom!bucky who figured the next gift he'd give you would be something a little smaller. he doesn't want to overwhelm you, or make you think you're not capable by accepting his help. so, he figured a bouquet (that cost way more than bucky will ever tell you) and takeout from your favorite restaurant would be a good start, dropping them by your apartment after your shift from hell. actually, he thinks it's the bare minimum in a relationship, but he can tell you're not used to receiving things just for the hell of it, and he wants you to get used to it. so. starting small is necessary. you were still a little hesitant to take the flowers, but bucky could see the way your eyes lit up at the beautiful arrangement, the way you stumbled through expressing your gratitude as though you were trying not to show how touched you were at the gesture.

soft!dom!bucky who makes it a point to buy you a new bouquet every sunday. it's always a different arrangement with vibrant colors and calming scents, and always comes with a little note, each one different than the last. to my princess, just for being you, or you deserve things as beautiful as you are, or you've made me the happiest man alive. and all of the notes end with from, your daddy<3. and bucky absolutely preens when he steps into your apartment one day and finds himself in your bedroom, only to see the cork board on one of your walls with all of his notes pinned to it.

soft!dom!bucky who always pays when you go out to eat. and, this is pretty normal with all of the dates you've been on with any of your past partners, but it's the location of the dates that gets you. the restaurants get more and more expensive as time goes on, and you have to fight not to gawk at the prices of the entree's alone. the first time you went to a higher-end restaurant, you started with a single glass of wine and scoured the menu for any dish that cost less than fifty dollars, only to find none. bucky saw your deliberation, and he caught on quickly as to why you seemed stressed, causing him to place down his own menu and reach over the table to grab your hand and tell you to order whatever you want, princess. you like steak, right? let's get that. when you quietly fought him on it (the steak was fucking 65 dollars??), bucky insisted that he doesn't care about the price. he wants to treat his princess to a nice evening and this place has the best food in town.

soft!dom!bucky who refuses to call maintenance or talk to the landlord about any issues his place has. he's pretty handy and can fix most broken things on his own, so he always opts to work on a project himself. this also applies to you. the hinges on your cupboards are loose? baby, why are you calling maintenance when you know I have a toolbox? ac went out again? princess, hang up the phone and show me where it is. the first time he fixed something for you, you offered to pay him for the 'inconvenience', to which bucky looked absolutely offended, claiming that helping you isn't an inconvenience, princess, I'm your boyfriend, of course I'm going to help you.

soft!dom!bucky who always offers to drive you anywhere you need to go. he doesn't trust public transportation and he has a perfectly good vehicle, so why would he let you take the bus? especially since he knows you'll be safe, away from prying eyes and people sitting uncomfortably close to you. you tried offering him gas money a few times, but he always turns it down immediately with princess, it's only a 10 minute drive, I'm not losing that much gas, or driving you places isn't a chore, I just love spending time with you.

soft!dom!bucky who eventually starts ramping up the generosity. as time goes on, you're less hesitant to accept his smaller gifts and gestures, which bucky absolutely loves. it feels like serotonin is being pumped directly into his veins when you stop appearing guilty every time you take his gifts or let him buy your groceries for the week. it also helps that you give him a kiss afterward, a little thank you for treating me even though I don't really believe I deserve it.

soft!dom!bucky who nearly gets an instant erection the first time you ask for something. granted, it's just a blanket from your local farmer's market, but still. you're asking for something! he pauses for just a second too long, relishing in the fact that you're taking that step, but you interpret his silence as rejection, so your smile immediately falls. you start assuring him that it's okay, I'll just buy it! it's fine, I just thought - interrupted by him taking out his wallet and shoving too much money into the stall-owner's hands as he says you absolutely will not be buying it, I've got it. and he has to recite his grandma's old apple pie recipe to will away his hard on any time you look up at him with those doe eyes and timidly ask for the painting hanging in one of the stalls or a new cup of coffee after you've finished the one he bought you when you first arrived. he does, but insists you drink water to offset the jitters he knows you'll get if you don't hydrate.

soft!dom!bucky who swears nothing will ever compare to the feeling he gets when you send him a link to an apparel website with a screenshot of the new blouse you've been eyeing but have been hesitant to purchase because of the price. you offer to pay for shipping, but bucky ignores that text and simply sends you a screenshot of the confirmation email he received and lets you know that it'll be at yours in a few days. he loves that you're coming around to letting him treat you, that you've stopped apologizing for needing or wanting anything from him. he'll spoil you rotten any day of the week, and he's so happy that you're starting to love it too.

soft!dom!bucky who starts dreading taking you home. don't get him wrong, he would never feel comfortable with any woman walking home by herself (there was even one instance where you both were at a bar and spotted a younger woman clearly alone, and, with her approval, bucky insisted on both of you accompanying her home so that she wasn't walking alone at night), and he will be dead the day you are left to walk home without your man there. but, taking you home means that you're not with him anymore. it means that he doesn't get to hear your laugh whenever he trips over the corner of the rug. it means he doesn't get to fall asleep with you wrapped around him like a koala while also somehow stealing most of the blankets. it means he's alone with his thoughts.

soft!dom!bucky who is hanging out with his friends one night, all gathered in his apartment, when you run to the bathroom. you've been dating for almost a year and a half, but any outsider would think you're still in the honeymoon phase with how, frankly, obsessed you are with each other. steve seems to notice the fallen look on bucky's face when you head down the hall, and just blurts out so, when are you moving her in? bucky was surprised at his bluntness, but he'd be lying if he said it didn't stick with him for the rest of the evening. even after you came back from the bathroom, the thought was swirling around his head. if you noticed the spaced out look in your eyes whenever he looked at you, you were kind enough to not point it out in front of everyone.

soft!dom!bucky who can't stop thinking about living together even days later, and decides that, yeah, he wants to live with you. he already knows he's going to spend the rest of his life with you, and he knows you feel the same, but living together is a big step. granted, bucky has already cleared out a drawer in his dresser for your clothes, and you do have a toothbrush and some bath products in his bathroom; bucky's also cleared off a shelf in his pantry for your favorite snacks, so it wouldn't be too much of a change. not to mention the fact that you spend nearly all of your free time together, and it's more common than not that you'll spend the night at each other's apartment. so, it's an easy decision to ask you to move in, but that doesn't mean his mind doesn't play tricks on him, trying to convince him that you'll say 'no' and he'll be devastated.

soft!dom!bucky who doesn't mean to blurt it out the next time you see each other. you made a mild complaint about wearing the same two pajamas every time you sleep at his place, and he couldn't stop himself from saying I mean, you could always keep more clothes here. you'd responded with but then I'll have less clothes to wear at my place. and, well, bucky had basically no choice other than to say what if you just move in? your back was still facing him, freezing in the middle of rifling through your drawer for a different shirt. turning to him, your eyes remain wide for merely one second before they soften, a small smile making its way onto your face.

soft!dom!bucky who has never felt more relieved than when you crawl onto the bed with your smile growing more mischievous by the second. you want me to move in? you asked, batting your eyelashes and placing a hand on his knee, squeezing it comfortingly to let him know you're not opposed to the idea. more than anything bucky mutters back, resting his hand over yours. I just... I miss you when you're not here, and you know how much I love seeing you on my couch whenever I get home from work. plus, all your things will be in one place, so it'll be easier than going between apartments whenever you need anything. I - you shut him up with a kiss, swallowing his words until they taper off and he melts into your embrace. of course I will, daddy you mumble against his lips.

soft!dom!bucky who starts moving you in the very next day. he packs up your things for you, and doesn't know whether or not to text you in the middle of your shift to let you know that he found your vibrator in your nightstand. while you have plenty of toys stored at his apartment, bucky knows you have needs even when you can't be with him, and accepts that he can't always be there with you to fulfill them, so he's not angry in the slightest that you have one. it's just... it's the thought of you using it on yourself when you're alone, probably whimpering and whining because your finger's can't reach as far as his, nor can your bullet lick you like he does, and he's suddenly aching and desperate to use it on you. even better, he wants to watch you use it on yourself. ultimately, he decides not to bring it up while you're at work, knowing you'll probably get embarrassed, and that's the last thing he wants. you shouldn't be ashamed for your needs or how you take care of them, so he waits.

soft!dom!bucky who has the next day off from work, though you still have to go in, but you'd given bucky the keys to your apartment so that he could begin the moving process. not only do you trust him to not break your antiques (something which makes bucky proud of himself), but he insisted that he wasn't going to let you move anything. he's fully capable of carrying boxes, and even calls steve for help moving your furniture (something that steve was all too happy to do, considering he's already been waiting for the wedding invitations for a couple months) and his princess shouldn't have to worry about overworking herself. you're his princess, after all, and you deserve to relax at any chance you get. and if bucky decides to move the heavier boxes when you come back from work, so what? it's just coincidence; it has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that his cock stays half-hard every time he catches you staring at him with that far-away look in your eyes, gazing up at him like he's your savior who's come to take away all your problems.

soft!dom!bucky who has everything moved in before dinner. all that's left is to sell your various leftover furniture that bucky already has, but natasha informed you that she'd help in that department (she has also been waiting for wedding invitations). it's not until after you've eaten that bucky decides to celebrate your relationship milestone by bringing out your vibrator, not letting the look of embarrassment linger on your face for more than a second before he lets you know that he's the exact opposite of offended. he wants you to always be satisfied, and he assures you that you'll never have to want for anything, because he'll always provide anything you need.

soft!dom!bucky who starts dreading taking you home. don't get him wrong, he would never feel comfortable with any woman walking home by herself (there was even one instance where you both were at a bar and spotted a younger woman clearly alone, and, with her approval, bucky insisted on both of you accompanying her home so that she wasn't walking alone at night), and he will be dead the day you are left to walk home without your man there. but, taking you home means that you're not with him anymore. it means that he doesn't get to hear your laugh whenever he trips over the corner of the rug. it means he doesn't get to fall asleep with you wrapped around him like a koala while also somehow stealing most of the blankets. it means he's alone with his thoughts.

soft!dom!bucky who is hanging out with his friends one night, all gathered in his apartment, when you run to the bathroom. you've been dating for almost a year and a half, but any outsider would think you're still in the honeymoon phase with how, frankly, obsessed you are with each other. steve seems to notice the fallen look on bucky's face when you head down the hall, and just blurts out so, when are you moving her in? bucky was surprised at his bluntness, but he'd be lying if he said it didn't stick with him for the rest of the evening. even after you came back from the bathroom, the thought was swirling around his head. if you noticed the spaced out look in your eyes whenever he looked at you, you were kind enough to not point it out in front of everyone.

soft!dom!bucky who can't stop thinking about living together even days later, and decides that, yeah, he wants to live with you. he already knows he's going to spend the rest of his life with you, and he knows you feel the same, but living together is a big step. granted, bucky has already cleared out a drawer in his dresser for your clothes, and you do have a toothbrush and some bath products in his bathroom; bucky's also cleared off a shelf in his pantry for your favorite snacks, so it wouldn't be too much of a change. not to mention the fact that you spend nearly all of your free time together, and it's more common than not that you'll spend the night at each other's apartment. so, it's an easy decision to ask you to move in, but that doesn't mean his mind doesn't play tricks on him, trying to convince him that you'll say 'no' and he'll be devastated.

soft!dom!bucky who doesn't mean to blurt it out the next time you see each other. you made a mild complaint about wearing the same two pajamas every time you sleep at his place, and he couldn't stop himself from saying I mean, you could always keep more clothes here. you'd responded with but then I'll have less clothes to wear at my place. and, well, bucky had basically no choice other than to say what if you just move in? your back was still facing him, freezing in the middle of rifling through your drawer for a different shirt. turning to him, your eyes remain wide for merely one second before they soften, a small smile making its way onto your face.

soft!dom!bucky who has never felt more relieved than when you crawl onto the bed with your smile growing more mischievous by the second. you want me to move in? you asked, batting your eyelashes and placing a hand on his knee, squeezing it comfortingly to let him know you're not opposed to the idea. more than anything bucky mutters back, resting his hand over yours. I just... I miss you when you're not here, and you know how much I love seeing you on my couch whenever I get home from work. plus, all your things will be in one place, so it'll be easier than going between apartments whenever you need anything. I - you shut him up with a kiss, swallowing his words until they taper off and he melts into your embrace. of course I will, daddy you mumble against his lips.

soft!dom!bucky who starts moving you in the very next day. he packs up your things for you, and doesn't know whether or not to text you in the middle of your shift to let you know that he found your vibrator in your nightstand. while you have plenty of toys stored at his apartment, bucky knows you have needs even when you can't be with him, and accepts that he can't always be there with you to fulfill them, so he's not angry in the slightest that you have one. it's just... it's the thought of you using it on yourself when you're alone, probably whimpering and whining because your finger's can't reach as far as his, nor can your bullet lick you like he does, and he's suddenly aching and desperate to use it on you. even better, he wants to watch you use it on yourself. ultimately, he decides not to bring it up while you're at work, knowing you'll probably get embarrassed, and that's the last thing he wants. you shouldn't be ashamed for your needs or how you take care of them, so he waits.

soft!dom!bucky who has the next day off from work, though you still have to go in, but you'd given bucky the keys to your apartment so that he could begin the moving process. not only do you trust him to not break your antiques (something which makes bucky proud of himself), but he insisted that he wasn't going to let you move anything. he's fully capable of carrying boxes, and even calls steve for help moving your furniture (something that steve was all too happy to do, considering he's already been waiting for the wedding invitations for a couple months) and his princess shouldn't have to worry about overworking herself. you're his princess, after all, and you deserve to relax at any chance you get. and if bucky decides to move the heavier boxes when you come back from work, so what? it's just coincidence; it has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that his cock stays half-hard every time he catches you staring at him with that far-away look in your eyes, gazing up at him like he's your savior who's come to take away all your problems.

soft!dom!bucky who has everything moved in before dinner. all that's left is to sell your various leftover furniture that bucky already has, but natasha informed you that she'd help in that department (she has also been waiting for wedding invitations). it's not until after you've eaten that bucky decides to celebrate your relationship milestone by bringing out your vibrator, not letting the look of embarrassment linger on your face for more than a second before he lets you know that he's the exact opposite of offended. he wants you to always be satisfied, and he assures you that you'll never have to want for anything, because he'll always provide anything you need.