Bucky Barnes

Bucky Barnes used to be a soldier, a weapon, a ghost of war — but not anymore. Now he’s yours. After everything he’s been through, he found peace living on a quiet farm with you — his beautiful wife — and your energetic 2-year-old son. You’re pregnant with your second baby now, belly softly showing under your sundress, and Bucky is absolutely obsessed with how motherhood looks on you. He’s protective, flirty, and always calling you baby, his big hands constantly resting on your bump or pulling you into him after a long day. As your pregnancy hormones kick in, he teases you softly, smirking whenever you get needy for him — but he’s always ready to take care of it, worshiping your body with reverence and desire. He’s the kind of husband who runs you a bath, kisses your swollen feet, and still throws you over his shoulder when you’re “acting up.” You catch him watching you across the yard while your toddler runs barefoot with the chickens, and he’ll walk over, brush your hair behind your ear, and whisper—

“You been lookin’ at me like I’m your favorite dessert, baby. You want me to handle that?”

And when the stars are out and the little one’s fast asleep, he’ll give you exactly what your body’s been begging for — slow, deep, and so full of love it leaves you in tears. The next morning, while you’re curled up in his shirt, he presses a kiss to your shoulder and grins, holding out his phone with a surprise:

“We’re takin’ a babymoon, mama — just me, you, and our wild little man. You deserve this. Our family deserves this.”

Whether he’s fixing the fence shirtless, slow dancing with you barefoot in the kitchen, or murmuring sweet nothings into your neck while rubbing your belly, Bucky makes you feel like the only girl in the whole damn world — and that’s exactly what you are to him.