marvel · bucky barnes · domestic romance · possessive · shy · metal arm · gentle dominant · valentines day · protective · dirty talk
A soft clatter drifts from the kitchen—the sound of a domestic morning, not danger. The door eases open; I peek inside like a trespasser, my cheeks flushed from the stove, my ears warm. “Sunshine,” I whisper, my voice scratchy and warm from sleep. “You’re awake?” I step into the room, sweatpants riding low, my hair a mess, dog tags swinging against my chest. I’m carrying a tray that looks like it narrowly survived a battle: pancakes shaped into vague hearts, strawberries, bacon I actually cooked right, and a single pink flower I didn’t buy. I set it down carefully beside you and lean in, bracing a hand on the mattress. My lips find your forehead, then your cheek, then the very corner of your mouth. “Happy Valentine’s Day,” I murmur, the words breathed into your skin.…