*Runs And Hides From The 1000s Of Wips While I Write This Fluffy Rogue Thought That Came Into My Head*

*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” 

Y/N: would you love me if I was a worm

Daryl: why would i love a worm

. . .

Y/N: (hours later) *sighs loudly*

Rick: what's wrong y/n

Y/N: daryl said he doesn't love me

Daryl: AS A FUCKING WORM

talking or thirsting?

rick grimes x greene!fem!reader requested by anon ib: @writella/@xowritella 🫶

wc: 1.8k summary: rick and lori's relationship has been tense, he needs to find a sanctuary, he found you. warnings: mdni, age gap (reader is 19), cheating, slight perv!rick, virginity loss, oral (f!receiving), size kink, PiV, cum eating

18+ under the cut.

"how long?" she just stared back at him, he couldn't even look at her. he tried his best to see the woman he feel in love with, the woman he had a child with but all he could see was a lying, cheating, slut. "how long did it go on? when did it start?" he looked up at her, eyes filled with rage, disgust and most of all, hurt. "a few weeks..." she sighed. "a few weeks? you'd known i was dead and you started fuckin' my best friend after a few weeks?" he scoffed, wondering what would've happened if she didn't fall pregnant, would she have just lied? "rick, you're alive, i stopped as soon as i knew that." rick almost gagged at her words, he was so disgusted, he couldn't take it anymore. he got up and stormed away.

"daddy please!" your little sister whined begging to make a pie for the people who camped outside, "we don't know 'em, beth!" maggie interrupted, folding her arms judgingly, you smirked at maggie's statement, she knew what you were thinking, 'don't know 'em but she'd screw one of 'em' making refrence to maggie and glenn, you wouldn't dare say that out loud, in front of your father that is.

"fine, one pumpkin pie" your father had finally given up, "you'll help her, won't you?" your father looked at you, trusting you to make sure beth doesn't burn down the kitchen.

it smelled like heaven, the crisp crust, sweet inside, your secret was to add extra cinnamon and sugar. just enough to make your mouth water. you threw on your boots, holding the pie as beth took the plates and silverware. you walked outside to the campsite noticing the man with the shaved head first, something about him rubbed you the wrong way, ever since otis. that's when you saw him, rick grimes.

now he rubbed you the right way. well, more like you did. late at night, the moonlight shining through the thin veils of your bedroom, your hand would make its way into your panties, your fingers playing with your clit, running circles over it before you hesitantly pushed a finger inside of you. it didn't feel good unless a certain sheriff popped into your head. you'd never actually had sex before, but the thought of your first being with rick always gave you something to think about late at night.

"we made pumpkin pie" you smiled innocently, rick walked over placing his hands on his hips. "what's the special occasion?" he asked, a smile creeping onto his face, "well, it wasn't my idea, it was beth's, jus' wanted to do something nice" rick nodded in gratitude. "anyway, maybe you should come inside and eat, looks like a storm is coming" everyone had followed you into the dining room.

rick couldn't help but to notice your legs, eyeing how beautiful they were, slowly looking upwards, wondering what color your panties were-

"this is delicious, probably the best pie i've ever tasted" lori's voice snapped rick out of his filthy thoughts. "damn straight" shane smiled at lori, this made rick's blood boil, he grunted in anger before getting up and storming outside. everyone looked at lori and shane confused.

you got up and followed rick outside to the side of the house, "rick" he ignored you, "rick!" he stopped before turning around his eyes softened when he saw you. he looked like he was about to break down, like his world had just crumbled. "wanna talk 'bout it?" you kicked a rock you'd seen on the ground, "don' wanna burden you sweetheart" he shook his head and smiled.

'sweetheart' what a cute little nickname for you.

" 't's no burden, i swear" you reassured, grabbing his hand to make him focus on you. he jolted to your touch; it had taken him by surprise. "sorry, i jus'... it's lori" he finally admitted, a sigh of relief leaving his chest. " 'm sorry" you stared deep into his eyes.

talks like that started to happen more often, and more in depth. eventually it became a habit for rick to find you whenever he was frustrated, throwing tiny rocks at your window before sneaking into your room to talk. "ya look so pretty in the dress, doll" he smiled sitting down on your bed, smoothing out some creases on the bedsheets, "thank you, 'm gonna change so..." you made reference to rick being able to see you. he understood and covered his eyes with his hands, as you quickly slipped on a cute pink nightie.

little did you know, rick had taken a sneak peek to see your beautiful body, and boy was it worth it. he admired every single inch of you, from your locks to your legs, all leaving nothing to the imagination. rick's cock began to stir in his pants, imagining how fucking hot it would be, fucking your tight little cunt, in that nightie you were slipping on, oh how badly he wanted to split you into two.

"rick... rick!" he pulled his hands away from his face, his face clearly flustered. "you okay? you seem... tense" you teased sitting down next to him on the bed, your hand brushing his thigh. he jolted to your touch, "yeah jus' uhm" he couldn't think of a valid enough excuse so he had no choice but to pretend to yawn.

almost thirty minutes in and you and rick have been back a forth in conversation, discussing how rick should move forward with the lori situation. "she was the love of my life." he sighed, a vein clearly visible on his temple. "i feel so goddamn hurt" but he sounded angry. "your feelings are vaild" you innocently rubbed his back in a comforting way.

goddammit, it was like you knew exactly what to say, he shouldn't feel this way about you. you were practically half his age, if not more. "dammit baby, you're too kind, what did i do to deserve someone like you?" he pulled you in for a tight hug, your nightie riding up a little.

when the hug was broken, rick stared into your eyes, your lips inches apart. your lips grew closer, eventually joining. a sweet whimper left your mouth, the vibrations felt on rick, as you began to straddle him. "rick!" you whined as he grabbed your as, making him move his palm over your mouth. "gotta be quiet sweetheart, got it?" you slowly nodded when rick moved his hand away. "i-i've never done anythin' like this" you sheepishly admitted, you got off rick's lap, sitting down next to him. "what?" he looked over at you with surprise.

"i-i'm a virgin" his eyes widened, "i thought i was gonna wait 'til marrige, but, you know, dead people everywhere" he let out a slight chuckle, "we don' have t'do anythin' you know" he reassured but you nodded your head no. "i didn' finish, i wanted t'say that i thought i was gonna wait but i can't, not with you around" you smiled, a grin creeping on his face.

"take this off" he pointed at your nightie, and you desperately did, rick admiring your body, again. "no panties?" he raised a brow, you blush. "normally, when ya leave, i to-touch myself" you bite down on the flesh of your bottom lip. "oh yeah? d'you think 'bout me?" he smiles rubbing your thigh, getting dangerously close to your soaking cunt. "mhm, all the time, even before we got close" your breath hitched as rick ran a finger over your cunt, "feel good?" he looked up to see you nodding vigorously. "ye-yeah" he smiled before getting down, his face inches away from your cunt.

he rubbed your clit before running his tongue over it. a little yelp leaving your lips, you slapped your palm over your mouth to shut yourself up when rick looked up at you.

your pussy was everything rick could imagine and more. he'd never admit it due to the fear of being called a hypocrite but once, when rick had sex with lori at the farm, they had a fight, she swore she heard your name slip from rick's lips, and rick had no choice but to deny it even though lori's instinct was right. every time rick fucked her, he would be thinking about you, wishing he was fucking you or else he wouldn't finish.

"oh shit" you breathed out, your fingers running through his hair, as rick sucked on your clit, his one finger, slowly fucking you, feeling better than you could have ever imagined. he moved upwards, kneading your breast with one hand as his tongue rubbed around your nipple on the other, sucking, surely leaving marks where he could. "hmph" you whined once more. he couldn't take it anymore. "sweetheart, you sure you want me to be your first?" he stood up, his chest moved up and down, trying to catch his breath. "yes rick, please"

withing milliseconds, rick was unbuckling his belt, pulling down his jeans and his boxers. "don' worry it'll fit. i'll make it fit" he reassured when he noticed how your eyes widened seeing how big his cock was. you took a deep breath as rick got on top of you, his fingers intertwining with yours. he stopped for a moment, looking in your eyes, "rick please, i need you so bad" you whined.

slowly he began to push himself into you, stretching your sweet cunt out, rick waited a moment before pulling out, almost completely and thrusting back into you again. "fuck, angel, you're so tight" his breath against your ear, sending goosebumps down your spine. rick's other hand, subtly resting on your mouth, a 'ssh' leaving his lips every once in a while, when you'd let out a moan.

he began to speed up, each thrust more passionate and loving than the last. you clenched onto the sheets. "oh fuck" he sighed, his cock twitching in your cunt. "'m gonna have t'pull out baby" his thrusts getting sloppier, "need t'cum" you sighed against his palm, "cum baby, all over my cock, please" it sounded like his voice broke.

he didn't need to fuck lori, passionate sex with you felt like a dream, and rick didn't want to wake up.

pulling out, rick jerked himself off some more before he came all over your belly. your mouth agape, your eyes wide. suddenly rick ran his fingers over his cum, scooping it up and running his fingers in your mouth, the sweet and salty taste making you feel as if you were high, rick almost came again, just at the sight of you eating his cum.

the next day. you and rick tried your absolute best to pounce on each other like wild animals, feeling more confident, your skirts slowly became shorter, your shirts became tighter, rick became harder.

"you okay? 'been actin' strange all week?" your father would ask at breakfast the next morning, "mhm, just had a good night, tha's all" he smiled and nodded.

a great fucking night indeed.

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Im so sad I just dropped all of my fries

"My fries!" You pouted, looking at your gorgeous golden salty goodness scattered on the sidewalk after you tripped of a small rogue stone. 

“You can have some of mine doll” Bucky chuckled, holding his box out for you to steal a few. 

Sam and Steve narrowed their eyes at the brunette super soldier, if there was anyone territorial over their food it was Bucky. 

Bucky didn’t share. Especially fries. 

“Did he really just-

“Yup” Steve shook his head, watching you happily nibble on a few fries while Bucky blushed, practically shoving the box into your hand, insisting you take more. 

****

“Hey Tony, did you hear about how Bucky gave y/n his fries?”

“Huh” Tony’s face scrunched while Bucky groaned, the better part of his day had been bombarded with Sam telling everyone in the compound how he had let you have some of his food.

“I let her have a few cause hers fell on the floor! How is this news”

“Because I once heard you describe fries as porn in potato form” 

****

“Bucky!” 

Bucky smiled at the sweet voice that called for him, looking up to see you hopping onto the couch, with a giant take out bag in hand, placing it on the coffee table before handing him a fork.

“What is it doll”

“To say thank you” You grinned, opening up the bag and pulling out an extra large box of fries, still hot and super crispy. He couldn’t help but blush again while you both munched, his heart fluttering while he moaned between bites.  

“You know you didn’t have to y/n” 

“Hmm, I know how much you like your fries Barnes” You snorted, blushing when he smirked at you, both of your eyes glancing at each other. 

“I think I like you more” He whispered, leaning in, his lips nearing brushing against yours-

“Don’t trust him y/n, he’s a slut for fried potatoes” 

“Fuck you Sam” 

Y/N, giggling: You sneeze like a girl.

Daryl: How ‘bout I pound ya like a boy?

Daryl: …

Daryl: Tha’ didn’ come out righ’.

Y/N: I know what you meant. Your place or mine?

Daryl: Yers.

I was thinking about pregnant reader and bucky and I saw you wrote something already😂😅

I saw few posts where everyone finds out reader is pregnant before bucky and it honestly makes me angry 😒 it just irritates me. It's always they take one look at the reader and they all know. I just want at least once that bucky finds out first. Like if yn and Bucky were laying down and she asked bucky for some treats that she hid under the bed that she was craving (ofc bucky was on top of her😉) so he gets them and he starts thinking and goes to ask her like what she was craving, her boobs got bigger and what else happens... so in a few days while yn was sleeping he hears a heartbeat and so he gets a little but scared but no running! He starts talking to it and one day while they were cooking together, he asked yn what she thinks about getting married, moving in together babies etc. Maybe she has irregular period so she doesnt even notices (I usually skip few months even a year so ik I wouldn't notice if I got preggo 😂) so he tells her that she is pregnant and he can hear the heart beat so it goes to the tears and blah happy stuff. And when it gets to the dinner with avengers few weeks later she refuses cocktails and vine and when someone asks she is like well I AM pregnant and takes off her jacket just to see a small bump in a tight dress.

Prettyyyyy please with a cherry on top with whipped cream and a side dish to make this happen 🥺🙏🙏 I can even beg on my knees for this if you want

Babes, you do not have to beg when you come up with asks that speak to my weaknesses. Fuck, I love this so much, my whole heart YES.

18+ Minors dni  "Buck"

"Bucckyyyyyy"

"Buchanan!"

Bucky snorted, pulling away from where he was kissing your neck, your pouty face looking back at him.

"Can you pleeease get the chocolate covered pretzels I hid under the bed" You smiled sheepishly. It wasn't a secret you had a little stash of snacks hidden in various parts of the room. Bucky discovered that when he went to grab his Henley from the closet and found a bag of m&ms tucked away between his clothes.

"Really baby? Right now?" He playfully rolled his eyes, ignoring how hard he was, reaching over and pulling the bag out, watching your face light up, giving him grabby hands.

"Can't help it, I've been craving sweet and salty stuff all day"

"I'll give you something sweet and salty" Bucky wiggled his eyebrows while you smacked his arm, grabbing a pretzel and moaning at the taste.

"Perv"

"Never thought I'd have competition with a pretzel"

"Chocolate covered pretzel" You corrected, your eyes nearly rolling back, practically whining a the way the chocolate melted. He looked at you quizzically, he'd seen you have cravings before but never this strongly. He wasn't at all jealous a stupid sweet and salty snack craving had cut into his spicy cuddle time with you.

"What else have you been craving baby?"

You thought for a moment, naming a foot long list of colorful combinations and a disturbing amount of chocolate. Some of the foods you didn't even usually like...

You hummed contently after satisfying your craving, giving your attention back to Bucky. He gave you a devilish smirk, pinning you down on the bed, his boner against your panties.

"I'll give you something to actually moan about baby"

3 orgasms later 

You snored softly cuddled against Bucky's body, his arm wrapping tightly around you. He pulled you closer to him, his hand snaking up to cup your boob, his favorite way to fall asleep. They felt...fuller. Bucky gave your breast a soft squish, careful not to wake you. He had your boobs in his hands, his mouth, face face at least twice a day, they were definitely a little fuller. In fact, they’d felt a little fuller for quite some time. Hm. 

Over the next two weeks your cravings hadn’t ceased. He’d quietly restocked all your little stashes without telling you, noticing tiny changes in your regular routines. You slept a little more. You were a little more clingy (which he loved, carrying his little koala everywhere). You didn’t seem to notice anything, nor did anyone else but Bucky did. And he had an idea of what it could be. 

You were fast asleep, curled up in bed in nothing but one of Bucky’s t-shirts, while he gazed down at your tummy. It had to be it, right? He carefully shuffled down, gently lifting your shirt, glancing up at you to make sure you were still asleep. 

When he concentrated, Bucky was able to hyper focus on his sense of hearing, courtesy of the serum and all his assassin training. These were one of the few moments he was thankful for it. He laid his head on your belly, hearing the teensiest faint heart beat that he’d never heard before. He wasn’t a doctor but it all added up. Your cravings. The ever so slight softness of your body. How your boobs were fuller. Bucky’s heart and mind raced at the same time. Would he be a good father? Would his baby love him? He’d dreamt of this moment before but now it was actually happening. 

"I know your in there" He whispers, narrowing his eyes at your belly. “Mommy might not even know yet, but I do” Bucky’s eyes flick up to you when you stir slightly, but remain asleep. “We’ll talk later, mama needs her rest” 

Bucky carefully pressed a soft kiss to your belly before coming up and holding you again, his heart fluttering because even though he was a little scared, this was everything he ever wanted.

It became a regular occurrence. Bucky always made sure you were fast asleep before laying his head on your tummy, quietly talking to the little peanut in your belly. 

“Do you care to explain why you make mommy crave ice cream at 3AM” Bucky whispered, rubbing his tired eyes after getting you some Ben and Jerry’s in the middle of the night. You’d fallen asleep immediately after, a content smile on your face. 

A number of conversations had taken place that month. 

“Mama doesn’t need chocolate covered oreos”

“Do you have daddy’s super hearing? I hope so, other wise I’m talking to myself” 

“I understand the ice cream, but the potato chip sandwich was a little weird today, don’t you think?”

“You’re going to be chunky, mommy going to keep you more than well fed” 

The entire month, Bucky couldn’t peel his eyes off you, your boobs were a little more plump and they were only going to get bigger. His cock got hard thinking about how gorgeous you’d look, pretty full breasts, your little one drinking from you....

Him drinking from you.      

“She’ll keep me well fed too” 

*****

“Y/n?” Bucky’s arms wrapped around your tummy, his head resting on your shoulder while you stirred some pasta, “What do you think about getting married?” 

“Hmm, I’d say if someone asked me” You giggled, pecking a kiss to Bucky’s nose, not noticing him nervously shuffling behind you, completely abandoning the garlic bread he was making. 

“Would you want to move in with me? Permanently?” 

“I already basically live with you Bucky, but it’d make it easier if I moved all my stuff over. Might as well” 

“W-what about having babies?” 

“I’ve always wanted to have two” You smiled to yourself, thinking about your dream family with little Bucky’s running around. 

“With me?” He whispered, a part of him worried you wouldn’t want that with him, given his past. You put the spoon down, turning to look at him while he bit his lip nervously. Your hand cradled his face, tracing over his scruffy beard. 

“Of course with you Bucky, why would you doubt that?”

“Are you sure?” 

You nodded, looking at Bucky curiously while his heart raced, he’d never asked you these questions before but you figured he should have already known the answer would have been yes. 

“Why are you asking me all this baby?” 

“Because...” Bucky hesitated, while you looked up at him, urging for him to continue. “You’re pregnant baby” 

“H-how do you know” You whispered, your heart racing, melting into Bucky’s arms while he held you close to him. You didn’t have your period for a while but you figured it was just coming later than usual. 

“I can hear the babies heart beat. When its really quiet, usually when you’re asleep” 

Your breath hitched in your throat while Bucky kneeled in front of you, kissing your tummy, tears streaming down both your faces. 

“I’m pregnant?” 

Bucky nodded, standing again so he could cradling your body close to his, kissing you all over. You wrapped your arms tightly around him, your heart full. 

“You’re pregnant angel, my sweet baby”

A few weeks later 

“C’mon, are you sure you don’t want any?” Nat smirked, taking a sip from her wine. You’d just arrived after your date with Bucky, the both of you joining the team for dinner afterwards. You shook your head, while Bucky smiled, kissing your temple.  

“I can make you a cocktail” Tony suggested, but you shook your head again. 

“Why not” Wanda pouted but you giggled, bouncing on your feet, clinging onto Bucky’s hand. The team eyed you both curiously while you took of your jacket, a series of screams and cries erupting seeing your little baby bump under your dress. 

“Cause I’m pregnant” 

Bucky grinned, his hands cradling your tiny bump while everyone enveloped you both in a giant hug. 

“I call God father!”