Hey Doll

Alpine isn’t having any of it. He saunters away and curls up high on the cat tree Bucky installed, turning away to ignore the new visitor.

"That could have gone....worse" Bucky mumbles to himself, knowing a grumpy Alpine was as good as it was going to get.

Now, he didn't exactly think any of this through when he picked the kitten up. He forgot how sharp those tiny claws are and he definitely forgot orange cats were a different breed. Still, he manages pretty well, playing with her and feeding her.

It's great until there's an attack on the compound the security system is breached. It's more of an inconvenience than actual threat which is why Bucky grumbles while rubbing sleep from his eyes when he hears the sound of a scuffle down the hall near his room. He's out of bed and grabbing his gear, the handle of his room jangling before being kicked down by the intruders, weapons in hand.

Alpine jumps up to his spot high in his cat tree waiting for daddy to handle business. Bucky is about to take down whoever entered his room until he feels soft fur brush his ankles, his tiny orange furbaby leisurely strutting over and sitting in front of the first gunman without a care in the world. She licks her paw and just before Bucky could react-

"What's this tiny piece of shit-OHFUCK-FU-

*Silence*

"What the hell..." Bucky's jaw is on the floor and his eyes are frozen on the spot where the intruder stood now empty. Because he is in his baby's belly. His tiny kitty just unhinged her jaw and a bunch of tentacles for a tongue grabbed the man whole and swallowed him like a Friskies snack.

"Meow" She purrs and comes to nuzzle against his leg, her tail swishing and curling around his ankle as she looks at him with all the love in the world. She goes back to licking her paw like nothing happened and Bucky stays rooted in place.

A Flerken. The tiny kitty he rescued was a whole ass Flerken.

Fuck.

After that night, imagine every time Bucky joins the team for dinner or training he has a new scratch somewhere or the other. The longer he hides his secret, the worse his excuses get but how can he tell them it's just his baby Peaches. Little Peaches the orange kitten who was also apparently a Flerken.

"I-I nicked myself while shaving"

"On your arm, Buck? Really?"

"It's just a papercut!"

"Why the fuck is it on your chin"

"Broke a cup, must've been the glass"

"....across your nose. The broken cup got you across the nose..."

"Yep"

"What are you, training with Alpine in your room?"

"...something like that"

Now at some point he does get caught because all you hear from his room is “awww-ow, fuck-shit-aren’t you the cutest”as he continues to coo, rubbing Peaches' furry tummy, her little paws reaching to bat the long strands of his hair. Everyone know he definitely can't be talking to his sassy white fur baby so who could it be-

"Really Bucky?" You stood at the door with an incredulous expression your face while he's in the middle of his cuddle session. You knew your boyfriend was hiding something all this time. Honestly, no one is really surprised given how much of a "secret" softie Bucky can be.

Still, no one really gets why he had to keep her a secret for this long, it's just a cat, what was the problem....

Now, I’d absolutely love for him to sneak her on a mission, a small lump rumbling in his jacket and Sam and Steve can only assume it's some type of weapon though for some reason Bucky keeps petting it. Eventually they get to their location and instead of reaching for his gun, he pulls out Peaches, holding her out like a rifle.

Before anyone can bombard him with a flurry of questions as to why in the FUCK would he bring a kitten to a mission, she eats off 4 of the bad people with one swallow and a content meow.

“That’s my baby” kisses her head before stuffing her back into his leather jacket where she purrs against his chest.

"Barnes what the fuck-"

"You guys can get what you came for" Bucky says with a shrug while scratching her behind the ear, a now stunned Sam and Steve slowly backing away to retrieve whatever they came for.

Bucky couldn't be prouder. The only mission he's still working on is getting trying to get Alpine to not plot to kill them both and it's going great.

You wondered if the bear was a good choice to add, starting to feel a little embarrassed when you saw him inspecting it but Bucky thanked you for the gift with a polite smile nonetheless.

From the time you met Bucky, you knew he was a man of few words. He got along well with you and while you wanted to deny it, you were harboring a massive crush on the super soldier. The last thing you wanted to do was mess things up with his gift but there wasn't much you could do now.

What you didn't know was Bucky adored the bear with his entire being. It reminded him of the first and only bear he had, the one his mama got for him before he was even born. It was his favorite thing to sleep with, his protector to keep the nightmares away. He held the soft stuffy in his hands, placing it carefully beside his pillow, blushing when he could smell the soft scent of your perfume lingering on the fur. He got absolutely tongue tied around you, mustering a thank you without stuttering.

Bucky is well aware the bear is just stuffing and material sewn together but that doesn't stop him from occasionally hugging it tightly to his chest when he can't sleep. It starts to become a regular occurrence to the point where he doesn't fall asleep as easily without it.

He starts to take it with him everywhere, stuffing it into his duffle bag for safe keeping but of course he never actually takes it out. It stays perfectly safe, tucked between the book you got him and a few tea bags. He just likes to know its there.

The teddy bear remains a secret until a particularly taxing mission. He's exhausted, as is the entire team going days without rest, on the run the entire time. Once he boards the jet, he wants to collapse and sleep for the entire week but he just can't. He tried to close his eyes but sleep won't come.

He knows why.

He eyes his bag, now too sleep deprived to care about what anyone else thought.

Sam and Steve eyed a sleepy Bucky dragging himself off to the corner of the jet, pulling something out of his bag before curling up and falling right asleep almost instantly.

"The hell, he never falls asleep that quick" Steve cocked an eyebrow, hearing his best friend softly snoring peacefully.

"What did he grab from his bag" Sam whispered, both men peering over to get a better look, eyes growing wide when they saw what Bucky was holding.

His face was practically smushed into the bear, lashes fluttering against his cheeks, not a single sign of stress as he relaxed, holding onto his bear. He dreamt of you, asking you out on a first date, hoping you'd say yes to a second and maybe a third. He dreamt of getting to cuddle you when he slept instead, cheeks reddening in his sleep when he thought of how you'd feel wrapped in his arms.

"We're not letting him live this down, are we" Steve whispered while Sam reached for this phone, snapping at least 100 photos.

He’s out on a mission so you don’t bother locking your laptop, leaving it open while you hop into the shower. 

Bucky dropped his bags by the door, toeing his boots off, stretching at his made his way to the bedroom, happy to be home early. He smiles when he hears the water running; he loved how pretty and perfect you looked right after a shower, nothing but a towel covering you up. He flops onto the bed waiting for you, having already cleaned off on the way over. 

He notices your laptop open and his curiosity gets the better of him, its not like its a diary so it’s not like he’s going to see anything he’s not supposed to....

His eyes grow wide when he opens a tab and it’s your tumblr page, a draft still opened because you were in the middle of your newest piece. Bucky didn’t know much about tumblr or how the website worked but the more he read, the more clear it was it was 100% your page. 100 % your work. 

His heart is beating out of his chest, skimming over the words.

Gonna fill this pretty little pussy up doll, get you nice and full of me

Look at my cum dripping out of you doll, fuck making me so hard again, gonna let me get you pregnant baby? Put a baby in your belly, keep you full of my cum

Take my cum babygirl, wanna give you my kids-fuck-have my babies princess

M’gonna cum so hard in this pussy, keep you nice and pregnant all the time baby, 

Before he can stop himself, his hand slips down his sweats, grasping his cock, pulling it out, stroking himself. 

You’re mine baby, mine to fuck, mine to cum in, mine to breed 

So much cum in my cock baby, m’so full-fuck, wanna just paint this tight little pussy princess

Don’t let it drip out doll, maybe it’ll be twins hm? Wanna see your belly swollen with my babies in you

His breaths grow heavier, he doesn’t know what’s getting him more off, the story itself, the fact that you wrote this or the fact that you hid your dirty fantasies that were as filthy as his. He had the biggest breeding kink, always keeping it to himself because he didn’t want to spring it on you, he couldn’t taint his sweet little doll like that. 

You were clearly as desperate as him. 

He bit his lip, trying to keep his moans down, one hand tugging his cock, the other holding the band of his sweats down. He could have came on the spot, panting and whimpering as he kept reading, starving off his orgasm because each sentence was filthier than the last. 

He hears the water stop, pushing the laptop away and stuffing his hard cock back into his pants. His sweet pretty doll with all these filthy thoughts in her innocent head and he didn’t want to give in just yet. He wanted to pump you full of his cum on the spot but why do that when he could tease it out of you until you were desperate. 

You squeaked seeing Bucky laying on your bed, his hands tucked under his head, innocently gazing at you while you clutched your towel, your hair still dripping from the shower. Your laptop was still opened but in the exact place you left it...

“Hey babydoll” He smiled sweetly at you, biting his lip watching your flustered form, getting up and striding to you, his arms wrapping around your waist. “I missed you” Your hands trailed onto his chest, melting into his touch, his lips pressing against yours, nipping them teasingly before pulling away. 

“When did you get back?” You looked at him with your doe eyes and he nearly groaned, how did a sweet thing like you be the same one who wrote about wanting to be pumped full of cum until you were bred like a little cock hungry whore. 

“Just now” His nose nudged against yours, kissing you again. He could feel your body shake in his hold, your eyes dating to your laptop wondering if he read anything. You wiggled out of his hold, darting to the bed, closing your laptop before giving him grabby hands, hoping he wouldn’t ask any questions. 

Bucky smirked at you, poor needy babydoll. 

He flopped on top of you, tossing your towel off, spending the next few hours making the sweetest love to you, biting his tongue from telling you how badly he wanted to fill you up, give you all his cum, how badly he wanted you to be his baby mama, his doll carrying his babies. 

You came apart for him over and over again as he toyed with your body. You bit down onto his shoulder and begged him to stuff his fingers in your mouth, shutting yourself up before you pleaded with him to spill his load into you, knocking you up. You wanted to feel his warmth paint your walls, feel his cock sweet and throb in you, stuffing your face into your pillow, crying out for him while holding back your needs. 

It was a very long night. 

A few days later

Bucky wanted to tease you more but he couldn’t take it anymore. Every time you brushed by him, bent over, or cuddled up with him, his mind went back to your filthy salacious words. He’d managed to pull up your page on his phone, smirking every time you posted something new; each fic was dirtier than the last. 

The final straw that broke his composure was when he found you splayed on the bed wearing nothing but his Henley, he could smell your arousal as your thighs squeezed together, your eyes so focused on your work you didn’t notice him come in. You laid on your stomach, your shirt ridden up just below your ass, giving him a glimpse of your bare pussy. 

“You wanna tell me what’s been keeping you so busy baby” He carefully crawled onto the bed, pinning you under him as you gasped, unable to escape anywhere, his lips by your ear. You felt a shiver feeling his hard length pressed onto you, teasingly rocking his hips onto your ass. 

“Nothing” You shook your head, your body heating up, slick further pooling between your legs. “Reading...”

“Sounded like you were working on something y/n” He smirked, pulling your hand away from the keyboard, humming at the words on the screen. “So this is what you’ve been working so hard on?” 

He scrolled through your page while you whined and whimpered under him, burying your face against the mattress, your body on fire as he read through your stories. 

“Don’t be shy princess, you worked so hard on these, hm? Why did you keep it a secret baby?” 

You refused to look up, keeping your face hidden as he closed the laptop, placing it off to the side before crawling off and rolling you over, lying on top of you, his face inches from yours. His thighs parted your legs, letting his erection press against your soaked core, rubbing himself on you while stroking your hair. 

“Is this what you want doll? For me to stuff you with my babies?” You bit your lip, silently nodding, not trusting yourself to speak. He loved you like this, flustered, needy, sweet and so slutty, your thighs involuntarily squeezing around his waist. 

“Because its what I’ve wanted” He groaned, your eyes growing wide at his confession. “It’s what I’ve been craving baby, from the day you were mine, I wanted to claim you so bad. Pump my load in you, get you pregnant” 

“Bucky please” You moaned, your arms desperately clinging onto him as his lips smashed onto yours. You let his tongue tease your mouth, nipping and tasting your lips. He wasted no time ripping you clothes off before tossing his aside, groaning as he rubbed his fingers through your soaked folds, you were dripping onto the sheets. 

“You’re so fucking wet baby” He curled his fingers inside you, pumping them in and out of you, the sounds of your slick echoing through room as he moved his hand faster. “Such a needy little pussy” 

“Wan more, please Bucky, more” Your eyes were glassy, desperate to be filled by him, you’d gone far too long holding back your needs and you couldn't take any teasing, not tonight. 

“You need my cock, huh baby, you need my cum?” You nodded, clawing onto him, spreading your legs further feeling the blunt tip of his cock rub through your folds. He nudged against your entrance, moaning at the way you were already clenching and he hadn’t even filled you yet. 

“Fuck-put your cock in me Bucky” Your pleas went right to his dick, spurts of precum decorating your pussy. He let his body drop of you as he pushed his cock in, moaning loudly at the way your body practically sucked in him, your pussy wrapped around him with a vice like grip. 

He didn’t give you any time to adjust, pounding you into the mattress, the sweet sounds of your cries making him groan. 

“Why-why did you keep this from me baby, fuck- you know how badly I’ve been wanting to fill you up? How long I’ve wanted to cum load after load in you?” He started to fuck you harder, sweat beading at his forehead, his cock throbbing as you fluttered around him. 

“B-Bucky!” you couldn’t formulate  a full sentence, clawing at his back, your legs wrapped tightly around him, your mind blank, only focused on the feeling of his cock slamming in and out of you. He sucked onto your neck, marking and claiming you, willing himself to keep himself from cumming but you made it so hard. 

You had no idea how badly he wanted to breed you but he was desperate to let you know exactly what you did to him. 

“You know how often I have to stroke my cock thinking about how pretty you’d look with a nice round belly, so full of me? Do you have any idea how much I cum when I think about that?”

His cum would cover his stomach and chest, dripping down his body, he’d have the biggest loads thinking about getting you pregnant. 

“Or how hard it is-shit-how fucking hard it is not to moan? Touching myself in the shower or in a safe house? Have to-have to jerk off so you won’t hear, making a mess on myself when I could make a mess in your cunt instead?” 

You clenched around him, the coil in your belly tightening, ready to snap with each of his words, fuck you needed him to fill you. 

“You know how hard it makes me when I think about making you a mommy? My cock starts to leak baby-oh god- I get so fucking hard mama, just wanna pump you nice, be your baby daddy so bad” 

“Daddy...” You whimpered out, not registering what you just called him. Bucky’s eyes rolled back, his hips snapping against you harder, growling at the name. 

“Say it again” He snarled against your neck, his balls getting heavy, his orgasm at the tip of his cock ready to give you his load. “Say it, say it baby” 

“Daddy!” You cried out, your falls fluttering around him, your arousal gushing out of you as he pounded you as hard as he could, his forehead resting on yours, lips brushing against you “Daddy daddy daddy!” 

“You’re gonna make me a daddy, m’gonna make you a mommy” His balls pulled tight to his body, body pulled taut, both of you panting, desperate for each other. “Take my cum baby, take it, gonna fill you with my babies” 

“FUCK Y/N” He spilled his load into you, endless ropes of cum filling you. He moaned, clinging onto your body, his pace sloppy as he thrusted himself into your soaked pussy, his cum dripping out of you. “Fuck its so much baby, I can’t stop” 

“Daddyyyy” You nearly sobbed, your puffy abused cunt sensitive as he continued to rut himself into you, his cock still hard. 

“Y/n, I can’t stop baby, fuck” He practically whined, his cock still leaking, the tip of his cock swollen and sensitive, “Gonna get you so fucking pregnant baby, gonna put twins in you” 

“Please baby” You cupped his face, needy for him, your ankles locked around his waist, keeping him close to you, “Get me pregnant daddy”

“Gonna put all my babies in you sweetheart, never pulling out of you, my pretty baby mama” He pressed sloppy kisses all over your face, giving you slow shallow thrusts, his cock finally softening. You both laid in bed in pure bliss, the smell of sex filling the room. He kept you cuddled against him, peppering you with kisses, his hand coming down to skim over your lower belly, tracing shapes onto your skin. 

“Can’t wait for this to grow, see you barefoot and pregnant baby”

You giggled snuggling into him while Bucky rolled over, pulling his phone out, scrolling through it. You looked at him curiously while he smirked. 

“What are you looking at Bucky”

“That was just one story baby, you have a whole list we have to recreate” 

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"Babydoll"

You smiled hearing your husband enter your shared bedroom as you got out of the shower, wrapping a fluffy towel around yourself before going to greet him. He sat at the edge of the bed with a knowing smirk, shamelessly eyeing you up and down like he always did, your cheeks heating up under his watchful stare. You loved how much he adored you. He strode over, humming at the scent of your body wash, his nose trailing up the column of your neck, pressing soft kisses to your skin, his hands wandering to the edge of your towel.

"Miss me, baby?" He pulled it off, letting it pool to the floor leaving you bare before him, picking you up and laying on on the mattress, you were so perfect, pliant, he could already smell your arousal, your nipples pebbled against the cold air begging for his warm mouth.

"moy kotenok" He purred, nipping at your earlobe, your brows knitting in confusion, he never spoke Russian to you, only his brother-

“James?” You squeak, your heart starting to beat rapidly, blood running cold. This wasn’t your husband. You tried to scramble away, cover yourself but he grabbed your wrists in his hand, pinning them above your head. You then noticed the dark ink that peekd beneath his shirt, his telltale silver chain slipping out and dangling above your face. Your husband only wore his wedding ring, you tried so hard, unable to move his heavy body off you.

"Bucky-Bucky get off, what are you doing-

"Taking what should be mine, kotenok, showing you what being loved by a real man is like" He crawled off you, thighs spread wide kneeling in front of you. "He doesn't know what you deserve printsessa"

He shoved your legs apart, holding them from squirming, your twitching pearl amusing him. "S'been long, hasn't it, you say you don't want me but that swollen button says otherwise, what if I-"

He spits onto your clit making you cry out, a rough calloused thumb coming down to flick it to his hearts content. Your body jolted at the sensation, it was wrong, so wrong, God it had been so fucking long...

No.

"Bucky st-stop" You hiccupped as he moved faster, he could see your slick dampening the sheets, his idiot brother didn't know what he was missing.

"Why would I do that, hm? Look at how your body responds to me, you want this. Gonna get you so pregnant, bunny” Bucky smirked, giving his thick bulge a squeeze, making a show of shamelessly palming his erection. “Y’wouldnt even know who the daddy is”

He doesn't waste a second pulling his cock out, grinning at the way your cunt welcomes him home despite your futile protests. You scratch at him between moans of pleasure, your legs wrapping around his tapered waist. He pounds into you with purpose, he wants his child in your belly, he couldn't wait to see his brother dote on you not knowing any better.

He got harder thinking about your breasts leaking with milk as you got bigger, milk to feed his baby, milk to feed him. He'd find a way.

"Gonna put my child in you printsessa, give you my baby, show you where a man puts his cum, you'll take it won't you bunny, such a good housewife"

"No-No you-you can't oh God!" Your body shudders as pleasure and guilt washes over you, clinging onto him for dear life as he fucks you through your orgasm.

"That's right, cum for me, he can't make you cum like I can, don't think I haven't heard you with him, look at you, just a slutty little mess, you smell of sex kitten"

He intends on making the biggest mess in your pussy, needing it to drip onto the sheets you sleep in. You'd stay wrapped up in his essence while it leaked out of you, his sperm exactly where it needed to be, right in your belly-

"Get ready kitten, get ready to take it, fuck-squeezing me so good, tell me you want it, I know you do, m'gonna cum so hard for you princess, just for you, all this-fuck-do you feel it, s'all for you, SHIITTT" He roared, pumping you with the stutter of his hips, the headboard slamming against the wall as he emptied himself, shamelessly moaning into your neck.

Human Bucky struggles to show his affection for you even though he loves you like crazy. He loves touching you but hesitates to do anything. Wolf Bucky has 0 issue hopping onto the sofa he doesn't fit on, attempting to curl up in your lap. He doesn't fit on your lap either and you end up drowning under a heavy mass of dark fur, the chuff he makes as you adjust himself is equivalent to his usual pouty face.

How dare you try and squirm away when he wants pets and cuddles.

And honestly, he's pretty irresistible. Even Tony's found himself petting the soft fur when he walks by, scrunching his face when he realizes who he's petting and cursing to himself immediately after. It's not just Tony either. Most of the Avengers catch themselves mid pet, occasionally shrugging and going back in while shaking their heads at themselves.

That isn't the only thing wolf Bucky enjoys.

“Bucky!” You stare at your boyfriend who was a human last time you left him, now in his wolf form sitting on top of your duffle bag you'd packed for an upcoming mission. There's no way for you to get to it, sitting as its hidden underneath him and it doesn't look like he has any plans on moving. He growls when you try and get closer, daring for you to try and leave when you just got back from a mission earlier in the week.

"Baby, I have to go, you gotta get off" You try to reason with him but he just stares at you with piercing blue eyes. By now you can read his body language and he's not hearing any of it.

Don't think so, stay with me

"C'mon, you know I'll be back soon" You gently scratch the top of his head and he nuzzles into your palm. He tiled his head to the side widening his gaze as best as he could and you couldn't help but giggle at how cute he looked, silently pleading with you.

"Aww, don't give me those puppy eyes Barnes, that's not fair" You coo while he lets out a whine, huffing and resting his head on his front large paws until his ears perk up with a bright idea.

"For fucks sake Bucky!" You laugh incredulously when he picks up the bag with his teeth, shaking the clothes out and burying himself under them, happy to be surrounded by your scent and finding another way to keep you there.

"What’s going on" Steve walked by the room, wondering why you hadn't come to the jet yet, eyes growing wide when he saw what his best friend was up to "What the hell"

"Oh my god" Sam looked over Steve's shoulder, snorting at the way Bucky was now half asleep while you were still in your tac suit but your bag now nearly torn to bits. You shrugged, deciding to give up, looking at the over grown puppy waiting for a belly rub, giving the two men an apologetic smile.

Bucky snuggled happily on top of your clothes, his nose nudging into your hoodie, before closing his eyes, ears twitching contently while your on the phone with Fury, coming up with a lame excuse as to why you couldn't join.

Some other things I imagine for wolf Bucky:

He's the cutest thing ever. Sam nicknamed him Sirius Black and he loves it.

Loves eating meat. Eats a lot in general.

Fiercely loyal

Likes to go on walks