#this moodboard may have more sense in few days 😏

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Fitzsimmons - Childhood friends to lovers + witch!Jemma AU 💖

Happy birthday @libbyweasley 💖 I hope you have the most wonderful day 💖! May all your dreams come true 💖!

[navybrat817]

Navy!!! You minxy menace 😏 I can’t get florist Bucky out of my head now! I just want to steal all his shirts because they’d smell woodsy but also a little floral and I 🥴🥴🥴

AHH! I love this so much.

Fragrance

Pairing: Beefy Florist!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Word Count: Almost 650 Warnings: A bit of explicit sexual content, some fluff, some feels, beefy florist!Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?) A/N: I had no intentions to work on anything, but between a photo @thewinnersoldier shared, a comment from @sidepartskinnyjeans and this sweet idea from you, @drabblewithfrannybarnes (thank you), I had to do something for our favorite florist to end 2021. Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Banners by @its-just-may. Moodboard by yours truly. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications as I no longer do taglists. Please reblog or comment if you feel inclined!

One of Bucky’s favorite things in the world is to see you wear his clothes.

The first time he saw you in one of his button downs, he had to refrain from throwing you to the floor and fucking you senseless.

He was still a gentleman at heart. That’s why he put a pillow under you before he took you apart, your cries echoing off the walls as drove into you like a man possessed. 

In a way, he was. There’s a feeling of gentle possessiveness when he sees you wrapped up in his shirts, as if he’s touching you even when his hands aren’t on you.

And he noticed immediately when you began to steal them.

“I’m cold,” you told him at first when he raised an eyebrow at you.

“The heater’s on and that’s the third shirt this week that you’ve taken,” he replied as you bit your lip, making him lick his own. “Are you trying to drive me crazy again?”

He wondered if he said something wrong when you looked away. He was only teasing, and he loved seeing them on you.

“I like how they smell,” you admitted after a moment, glancing back at him with a small smile when he didn’t say anything. “It’s a mix of that woodsy cologne that I love and your shop. It’s comforting to me, even when I don’t need to be comforted, and I just feel like I’m yours.”

He stared at you, his throat dry at the fondness in your voice. That someone valued a part of him so much that they needed it close to them made him feel like the luckiest man alive.

And he was because you were his. 

“It’s silly,” you brushed off when he still said nothing, your hands moving to remove it. “You can have it back.”

Oh, no you don’t, Petal.

He took your wrists to stop you, your lips parting as he moved in close. “Leave it on.”

It was the only thing you had on when he had you in his lap minutes later, watching with a heated gaze as you took your time riding him.

He couldn’t stop himself from pushing the shirt open, taking a nipple into his waiting mouth as you pulled his hair.

“Bucky, fuck,” you whined, arching your back as his tongue toyed with the hardened bud.

“That’s it, Petal,” he urged as he kneaded your other breast, making sure to pay special attention to each. “Take me. Just like that. Should wear my shirts all the time. Fuck, you look beautiful when you’re mine.”

You whimpered, his words always spurning you on. The sense of pride went straight to his cock as your wet heat kept him where he belonged.

“Should use this shirt to clean up the mess you make. Make it smell like you, too.”

And as tempting as it was to use his shirt when you finished, he used his tongue.

He loved your taste as much as you loved his scent. Maybe more.

So, when you bought him a soft, oversized hoodie a few days later to wear to work, he was confused only for a moment.

“Petal, this isn’t really the kind of shirt I wear…” he trailed off when he saw the fond look in your eyes again, remembering how much it comforted you to have the smell of him on you. And he would do anything to keep that look there. “It’s perfect. Thank you.”

Bucky wore the hoodie for the next two days, making sure he worked with your favorite flowers. Even when the orders didn’t call for them.

You were asleep when he draped it over you. He wanted it to be the first thing you smelled and felt when you woke up.

And if he was lucky, you’d let him have a taste of his favorite petals while you wore it.

***** More for our beautiful florist to come in 2022. Love and thanks!