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Can our precious baker dance? ❤️

Pairing: Chubby Baker Bucky x Reader

CW: none.

Bucky can't dance. At all. He's got two left feet and a lifetime of shyness holding him back from dancing.

At least in public anyway.

He loves to dance while baking, usually singing with just enough rasp to his baritone that doesn't matter that he's slightly off key.

It's never anything too intricate, mostly just him swaying his hips, letting the rhythm guide him while he expertly whips up some new concoction.

You discovered his habit one foggy Sunday morning, he had gotten up way too early to make you breakfast, leaving you craving his touch more than you wanted one of his omelets.

You find your baker, dancing in front of the oven, loose grey sweats slung low over his hips. Your eyes drawn to his firm ass swaying back and forth as he hums, adjusting the heat on the stove. Early morning sunlight poured in through the open window, catching the specks of flour scattered across his bare chest and round, soft belly.

"If I knew you going to give me breakfast and a show I would have been down here earlier," you say, biting your bottom lip.

He turns to you, cheeks tinting pink at being caught, a flash of vulnerability darkens his eyes but it's gone the second he sees the way you're gazing at him.

"I um, hey," he laughs out, running his hand across the back of his neck, the adorable blush seeping across his chest. "Mornin' Peach."

"Morning Bucky," you respond softly, strolling towards him, his arms wrapping around you the second you're close enough to touch.

The song changes. It's a favorite of his. And when he dances with you around the small kitchen, moving slow and sweet and sure like he could live in the moment, like this is he dreamed of, this is the only place he wants to be with his large warm hand splayed across your back, his forehead on yours, it becomes your favorite too.

It turns into a tradition. He always wakes up too early. You always find him mid-song and lost in his baking. He always blushes no matter how many times you catch him. He always holds you like you're spun gold, beautiful and delicate and all his.

As much as he cherishes those dances with you, there's one more dance he's been thinking about, one that he's preparing for. He's been imagining it for a long time now, the two of you in the middle of the reception hall, your song playing as he guides you across the floor. He may not be a great dancer, but he's going to make sure that dance is perfect for you.

And then he wants a lifetime or two of early morning dances in the kitchen with you gazing at him with nothing but pure adoration as he tries some new move he learned simply to make you laugh.

Carlos Sainz

#cs55🌶️

How do you see chubby!bucky’s body in your mind?

James Buchanan Barnes, aka Bucky, is an impressive six foot four (and half).

He has long, luscious chestnut hair that curls around the nape of his neck. He usually wears it in a low bun and he loves for you to play with his hair. And it almost always smells like your conditioner because he has a habit of using your products instead of his own.

Bucky has bright crystal blue eyes that seem to notice every single detail about you. They're so expressive, it's always so obvious when he wants you or when he's excited about anything.

He doesn't like to shave so he always has stubble on his round cheeks, if not a full beard. He's constantly blushing because of something you said or the way you looked at him. His deep, smooth voice is usually mumbling your name under his breathe whenever you do something to bring that blush out.

And he has the habit of biting his bottom lip, always leaving indents behind that you like to trace with your fingertip while he smiles down at you.

His biceps are massive from carting around sacks of flour and heavy kitchen equipment. He has a broad, toned chest with a grey surrealistic tattoo that wraps around his right shoulder and goes down to his wrist. It makes his right arm look as stunning as his vibranium one.

Bucky has a soft, round belly that's perfect for sleeping on, thick yet firm in the best way. There's a small happy trail that leads to a very impressive package surrounded by a pair of thick, hair covered thighs.

Lando Norris

Oscar Piastri

#op81🦘

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