𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬, 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬, 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬 and 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 for 𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚!𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲. There is a mix of 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭 and 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 in this collection. All of these stories are posted on my Tumblr and AO3 as well.
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— Prompt- Reader and Bucky booking a hotel for a lazy romantic weekend, most of which they spend naked. Bucky decides that they feel too comfortable to want to get up and go out for food, so Reader decides to order out for them and get dressed enough to meet the delivery person at the door. While Reader is accepting the order, Bucky wraps up in a sheet and comes up behind them, smug as both Reader and the delivery person become flustered. — Warnings; 18+ Only, Minors DNI, mature content/language, implied nudity and sex. — Originally posted; March 7 2023 — This was originally a request.
Paris—The City of Love. It had always been the obvious choice for a romantic honeymoon with your husband, Bucky. From the moment you arrived, you spent your days exploring the city's wonders—taking walks along the Seine River, and visiting Notre Dame and the Arc de Triomphe. Bucky also indulged in your love for fashion by taking you on shopping trips in the high-end districts, splurging on all the most luxurious brands.
But it was the evenings that truly took your breath away. Bucky arranged private tours of the Louvre, allowing you to marvel at the beautiful artworks, such as the stunning Mona Lisa, in intimate privacy. And to end the night, you would have a romantic candlelit dinner with a breathtaking view of the Eiffel Tower as you indulged in delicious French cuisine.
As you were coming to the end of your picturesque honeymoon, you retreated to your hotel suite and spent the last few days in each other's arms—naked. Exploring not just the city but each other's bodies and souls as well. You reveled in each other's loving presence and touch—kissing, cuddling, and making passionate love. And when you weren't lost in the burning passion, you engaged in deep, meaningful conversations that lasted for hours on end, expressing your intense love and commitment to each other.
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As the sun began to peek through the curtains, illuminating the room with a soft golden glow, you stirred awake slowly in the embrace of your husband's arms and the silky sheets. You snuggled further into his warmth, contenting a sigh as your mind filled with the previous night of sex—your body still lingered with pleasure. You inhaled his aroma, a mix of his cologne and natural musk. It filled you with comfort and safety, and you never wanted to leave the haven of the bed.
Bucky was already awake. Humming a soft melody as his fingers traced delicate patterns on your skin, sending shivers down your spine. You opened your eyes and met his gaze. His ones swam deep with love and adoration for his wife.
"Morning, ma chérie," Bucky murmured, pressing a soft kiss to the back of your hand before trailing them up your arm.
You couldn't help but giggle at the term of endearment, so fitting for the current circumstances. "Morning, James," you replied.
