Bucky definitely loves bath bombs. He totally has never heard of them before the 21st century (although using some ingredients like epsom salts and pieces of fruit like lemon were definitely a thing he might be familiar with, because those are old-fashioned remedies). He loves the simple thought of relaxing naked–because it’s an alluring thought, tbh–but add in some snazzy stuff to make him feel better? He’s all in.
He definitely is the type to be shy about it at first. With his SO, it starts out really really shy. Because he isn’t aware of bath bombs (“You’re putting what in the tub??”) so when you explain it to him, show him one and drop it in the warm water, he’s kinda like oh.
I think at first he’d sit next to the tub while you were soaking, if either of you wanted to be near the other. Maybe you light a few candles, have a book, and are just chilling and Bucky is like “babe” and you tell him to just come the fuck in because you had a long day and are nursing a drink, so he comes in and sits next to you on the floor and you two chat about your days. He’ll do that at first, when he misses you and feels a lil needy and can’t wait until you come out and cuddle with him.
When you tell him he can join you, it takes him a minute, that pink forming on his cheeks that you love so much. He’ll ask all kinds of questions (“what’s in it?” “What does it do?” “Am I supposed to get in the water first or drop it in first?”) and tbh it’s so endearing because he doesn’t want to mess up but how the fuck can you mess up a bath. So you kiss him and tell him to undress while the tub fills and then you climb in, sitting between his legs and he cautiously wraps his arms around you and pulls you back into him. And then you drop the bath bomb.
It’s your favorite, pink with flecks of orange and rose petals emerge from the water, and he watched in wonder as it fizzles. Camomile and rose scents fill the bathroom and it’s so light and sweet and he feels so content. You rub at his legs, letting the hints of Shea butter soak into his skin that’s submerged.
It doesn’t take him long to love baths and bath bombs. It becomes his favorite time to spend with you, other than being in bed and cuddling. You guys go out and buy different ones to try and definitely have a small basket of them waiting at home. And sometimes you surprise him with his favorite one after a particularly hard day or mission and it makes him melt. He loves the warm water, the scents, how his skin feels afterwards. But mostly he loves being in there, with you, as you rub his skin and kiss his face and he gets to hold you and be close to you and just feel like a normal man with his SO. Bucky being domestic is one of my favorite things and also his.
I love this one. It’s not like I only ever think about hugging those boys. Not at all.
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Both of the boys are affectionate. Let’s be real, they’re both at least a little touch starved. Buck more so than Stevie, but still.
Buck is clingy in the best way. He makes sure he’s touching you or Steve as often as he can – an arm around your waist, a hand on the small of your back, fingers in your hair. Touch helps him. Grounds him. Makes him feel safe in big crowds or loud spaces or if he’s just having a bad day. And that boy loves being the little spoon, no one can convince me otherwise. They are plenty of times he wants to hold you and Steve, but he likes being held more. What a soft boy.
Steve is pretty touchy, too, but less so than Buck. He’s not so open about it, that is. Doesn’t do the PDA thing as much as Bucky does – at least, he doesn’t initiate it. If you or Bucky touch him first while you’re in public, then he’s down. But when it’s just the three of you, he wants to hold both of you. Steve likes that, holding people. It makes him feel like everything he’s gone through is worth it, the serum and all, if he can keep the two of you safe in his arms. He likes when you rest your head in his lap and Bucky leans against his side. He can run his fingers through your hair and get an arm around Buck at the same time, look at both of you whenever he wants. He’s a sap.
Both of them are very physically affectionate. They’re better with physical stuff than words – Bucky just feels bad about expressing his feelings, doesn’t feel like he’s allowed to feel bad after everything he’s done, Steve is just an ass that has some strange aversion to communication. I still love him, though.
They both work on opening up a little more, though, for you. They make sure to tell you how much they care about you every day, say something nice to you every chance they get. After a while, they’re using corny pick up lines and saying dumb, sappy stuff.
Overall, they’re very soft. Very cuddly and sweet and kind. When you’re with them, you’re with two giant puppies. Two giant, dorky, insanely pretty puppies. It’s my dream life, honestly.
It starts in the morning. He’s just used to it, how she draws circles into his wrist while she’s stirring her tea. He’s grown accustomed to how she sits across from him, legs tangled and her hands running over the metal thumb.
He’s never had someone so…tactile. Someone who looks at him and touches, wants to feel him, wants to know what he feels like under their touch.
And he wants the same for her. And that’s what’s addictive.
This morning, she’s stirring her tea, but her other hands scrolling on her phone. He can’t help himself from missing it, from the tingle in his skin, so he moves closer to her.
Wraps her up from behind, metal and flesh curling around her waist, his chin on the top of her head.
A smile blooms on her pretty face and she lets go of the spoon, turns to face him. Looks up at him like he’s the sun, and it would’ve been perfect-
“Dude. Get a room. Or give her a breather, she doesn’t have to be attached at the hip to you.” Sam says, before walking out of the room and-
He feels cold all over, like there’s something bitter in his throat and he steps away, immediately missing her warmth but a part of him embarrassed for needing it so much. Attached at the him. He loves her. He wants to be near her. He doesn’t want to be too much.
He’s about to apologize before she pouts, gathering her arms around his torso.
“Don’t, ‘m cold.”
It’s not cold. She pulls him in away, and he knows why, and he lets her. When he falls, he’s never known her not to catch him.
Requested by: anonymous Hey can you do a Bucky x reader with the bonfire prompt?
You’re sitting on a log next to Natasha trying to focus on the story she’s telling you about a mission she went on with Clint. Your thoughts, however, are on a certain super soldier who is bent over a growing pile of wood. You can just make out the argument he’s having with Sam on how the logs should be stacked.
“-then I stripped down and danced in front of Parliment.”
Your eyes stay on Bucky’s form. “That’s great, Natty. I’m sorry that I couldn’t be there.”
She flicks you on the head and your eyes snap to hers. “You’re not even listening to me,” she says with a knowing smirk. “You can’t take your eyes off your boyfriend’s ass for three minutes.”
You duck your head and will away the heat you feel spreading across your cheeks. “He’s got a great ass.”
“I can’t argue with that. I’ll tell you what actually happened later, go get your man.”
You pat her leg before standing up to join Bucky, “Thanks, Nat. I promise I’ll be less distracted later.”
Bucky leans down and sets the kindling on fire and the flames dance along the woodpile, bathing the forest in soft firelight. He notices you approaching and sweeps you into his arms and settles near the fire with you in his lap.
You lean your head on his shoulder and look up at him. “You guys did a good job with the fire. I think we have stuff for s’mores around here somewhere.”
He chuckles and wraps his arms around your waist. “I’m glad my great ass is good for something,” he smiles down at you.
“Damn super soldier hearing,” you whine and bury your face in his neck.
“Don’t worry about it, I thought it was cute. I am sorry I distracted you from Natasha, though.”
“It’s not my fault that you are so distracting.” You turn your face up towards him and he leans down to press his lips to yours. He tastes like graham crackers and chocolate and you pull away from him with a smile. “You raided the s’mores supplies didn’t you?”
He bites his lip and nods his head softly. “There was so much, I figured that nobody would notice.”
“You’re not that sneaky, Mr. Barnes. I wonder if I should tell the rest of the group about your transgression,” you glace toward everyone spread out near the fire.
“I’ll pay you in kisses if you don’t.”
“Seems fair to me, but it’s going to cost you a lot of kisses,” you grin at him. “You want me to go get some marshmallows to roast?”
“Maybe in a minute, doll. I’ve got everything I need right here.”
You glance down at his lips as he talks. “Pay up, Buck.” He beams at you and he pulls your face to him again.
Requested by: Anonymous- Caramel Apples with Bucky. Bonus points if they argue over how to pronounce caramel!
You walk into the kitchen and find Bucky wearing an apron with his hair tied up in a bun. He turns from the pan in front of him on the stove and grins when he sees you.
“Hey, babydoll. I missed you today.” He keeps stirring and beckons you to him with his free hand. He tugs you to him when you get close enough and presses a kiss to your lips.
“Whatcha cooking, handsome?”
He tilts the pan so that you’re able to see inside. “Caramel. I was thinking we’d use the apples we bought to make a treat.”
You squint your eyes and scrunch your nose up. “What did you just say?”
“I thought we could make caramel apples?” He takes the saucepan off the heat and grabs the plate of apples. “Is that okay?”
“Oh my god! You say it so cute,” you grin at him and help dip the apples into the caramel.
He narrows his eyes at you. “What’re you talking about?”
“Caramel. I guess I’ve never heard you say it before, it’s cute.”
He places the tray of apples into the fridge to set up and leans his hip on the counter. “I say it like a normal human being, you’re the one saying it funny.”
“Nuh uh, you get a little accent when you say it,” You lean against him and nudge him with your elbow.
“Caramel.”
“No, Buck, it’s definitely caramel.”
“You sound so adorable when you’re wrong, sweetheart.”
“I’m not wrong!”
He swings you into him and lifts you onto the counter behind you. He cages you in with his arms and brushes his lips across your neck and trails up to your lips. He nips at your bottom lip and brings a hand up to cradle your cheek. “Let’s agree to disagree, sugar.”
You are sprawled across the couch with your feet draped in Bucky’s lap as the two of you look for something to watch. He’s taking sips of his coffee as he absentmindedly draws patterns on your bare legs with his free hand. You nudge his stomach with your foot and he beams at you.
“Barnes, what on God’s green earth are you drinking?” Sam questions as he enters the room.
Bucky’s head whips toward the sound of Sam’s voice. A blush dusts his scruffy cheeks as he glances back down at the cup in his hand. “It’s- uh- it’s a coffee? We went for a walk and stopped at Starbucks.”
“Dude, you’re drinking essentially a cavity in a cup. Is there even any coffee in that thing? It’s all whipped cream.”
“It tastes like fall time,” Bucky murmurs.
“It’s barely September!”
You turn towards Sam and narrow your eyes at him. “They make him happy, that’s all that matters, Sammy.”
He raises his hands and backs out of the room. “Enjoy your cup of sugar, please don’t have sex on the couch.”
You take a pillow from behind you and nail him in the face as he retreats. “You good, baby?”
Bucky pulls you into his lap and presses a kiss to your lips. “I’ve never been better.”
Three days later FRIDAY sends you security footage of Sam with his own Pumpkin Spice Frappuccino and Bucky doesn’t let him live it down.
thank you love! and this totally reminds me of the little mermaid (my fave disney princess) so this sort of took a life of it’s own. enjoy!
You can’t help but think how eerily familiar the whole situation is. Not in a creepy way, but in a is this really happening kind of way.
“You’re not going to kill me out here, are you?” You ask and Bucky just smiles, the moonlight shining brightly down on the both of you. He looks so happy, so content, so fucking cute in that flannel, but you couldn’t help but be a little sassy towards him.
“No, darling,” he says as he rows you two on the lake, arms working effortlessly. “Can’t I just be romantic for my girl?”
You squint your eyes at him to be sassy, but you really just wanted an excuse to stare at him, look at him up and down. He looked really good in that flannel–top two buttons undone and sleeves rolled up to his elbows, exposing his glorious forearms. You had gifted it to him last winter and it seemed like he brought it out whenever he had the chance.
The crickets are the only things that break the silence along with the oars breaking the surface of the water as Bucky rows, and finally it clicks.
“How many times have you watched The Little Mermaid this week?”
The laugh that Bucky releases is loud, boisterous, happy. It warms your heart in the cool breeze of the summer night. “Okay, so maybe I borrowed the idea–”
“Stole–”
“Borrowed,” he clarifies, the moonlight making his eyes twinkle as he smirks at you. He pulls his arms back, shifting the boat back and then leans forward, hands resting in his lap as he lets the current take you for a moment. You lean forward out of habit, out of a need to be close to him. “But isn’t this romantic?”
You don’t even notice the beauty of the wilderness around you, the moon high in the sky, the cool breeze as it floats around you. All you see is Bucky in his flannel, smile wide and blue eyes shining as he looks back at you.
“Yeah,” you answer, smiling softly as you lean forward to close the distance between you. You press your lips against his in a sweet kiss before leaning back, entranced by that smile of his. “It is.”
Summary: Bucky comes home sore from a morning of training. You help him out.
A/N: I’ve finally broken through my worst case of writer’s block to date and written this. Honestly, I just wrote this because I need a massage. And a Bucky. The summary is… not good. There’s basically no plot here, so I really didn’t know what else to say. This a little rough around the edges, maybe a little messy, a little different than what I usually write, but I hope you enjoy it regardless.
(And a quick thanks to my lovely friend, @marvelous-avengers for being absolutely amazing this past week. I love you with all my heart, and this one is for you.)
Bucky had greatly overestimated the super soldier serum.
When Steve found him in that POW camp, tall and muscular, he assumed it was the stuff of fairy tales. Some magical potion that granted his friend the power to lift buildings and be nearly unfazed if said building fell on him.
He wasn’t wrong about it being powerful, about it making people stronger. Healthier. It did the trick on Steve, certainly. But he was sure that it did more. That it made the people who got it strong beyond belief.
Now that he has it – and can still feel the growing ache in his back as he lies on the training room floor – he realizes he was very, very wrong.
Toad's Cave 