A and B are stars of a reality TV show when they start to fall for each other. They want to make their relationship public but they can’t as it would be bad for ratings. They continue a secret relationship as not to ruin the show, while debating whether or not they should give it all up for love.
A works for the reality show that B stars in. They hang out a lot behind the scenes and start to catch feelings for each other. A starts to interfere with the show to make sure nothing bad happens to B and that B doesn’t get paired up with someone else. It starts putting their job and B’s job in jeopardy.
A and B are stars of a reality show and the internet has started shipping them. The show makes A and B flirt with each other, hinting that they might get together later on. The problem is, A and B hate each other beyond belief. As they start a fake relationship for the cameras, their feelings come more and more real.
A and B work at a ‘First Dates’ style restaurant as a bartender and a waiter. They always flirt with each other and mess around to the point that viewers don’t care about the dates; they watch the show to see if A and B will get together.
A takes part in a reality TV dating competition with the soul purpose of winning money and a free holiday; they certainly do not want to fall in love. B seems to exist to make the last part impossible.
A has a reality TV show where they renovate people’s homes / give people makeovers. They do an episode about B, and they really hit it off. After the episode is finished, A keeps visiting B to “add finishing touches”, when in reality they just want B in their life.
Oneliners
“If there weren’t a hundred cameras watching us right now, I’d kiss you”
“I know it’s called ‘reality’ TV but it’s really the fakest thing in the world”
“For once I want to put my own happiness over the viewers’”
“I hate all this sneaking around . . . but it is fun”
“You don’t need to keep holding my hand, the cameras are gone” “I know”
“If I could vote anyone off the show, I’d pick you, you insufferable bitch”
“What are you going to do with the prize money?”
“I have to come back and do a holiday special?”
“If I win the show, I’ll take you out for a real nice dinner with the prize money”
“Now that I’m voted off, I’m going to watch you on my TV every night until you win”
Jo, words can’t express how much you truly mean to me! You’ve been a solid rock and I don’t know what I’d do without you 🧡🧡🧡 love you my sweet friend 🧡
Pairing: Bucky x reader (Our favorite grump is back)
Word Count: 1,093
Summary: Sam doesn’t think you can get grumpy Bucky to smile.
Author’s Note: This is for my lovely friends @late-to-the-party-81 and @yarnforbrains follower challenge aka All New 22 Challenge! Congratulations darlings, you deserve them all and so many more! Love to you both! I used two of the prompts from the list and they are bolded in the story. Also, I hope you enjoy my ridiculous jokes and you get a smile and laugh. Thank you all so very much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by my lovely friend @firefly-graphics
Warnings: soft and sweet fluff, fun fluff, lots of corny ass jokes, grumpy Bucky
Gif NOT MINE: Credit goes to @stream thank you so much 🥰
“I bet I can make him smile.”
“He’s already had half a cup of coffee so he isn’t as grumpy as usual,” Sam states. “This isn’t really a fair assessment.”
“He looks pretty grumpy to me,” you say.
“He always looks like that,” Sam huffs.
“Still really cute,” you say with a smirk. “Ok. Well, I’m gonna try it anyway. A test run.”
Sam stares you down before he mutters, “go on then, but not one of those fake ass smiles. They don’t count!”
Hi love! 💕 I’m the one who wrote in weeks ago asking if your requests were open, I hope it’s still okay to send one in!
Could I please request a Bucky x reader where they once dated but they broke up and remained the best of friends. Bucky never dated anyone serious after her and y/n has been seeing this guy for the past couple of months.
One day, Bucky overhears the guy- (who he probably very much despises and may have even warned her about him)- joking with his team about how y/n’s private parts taste and just absolute vile and nasty stuff. Bucky can’t believe anyone would treat his y/n that way and she walks up behind Bucky wondering why he’s standing outside until she hears her name mentioned and yeah, this could bring the two lovers back together again.
You can absolutely change anything you want about this, I would not be angry at all! I’ll also leave the ending completely up to you, just thank you so much for all your wonderful fics. They’ve made me smile so much and such a welcomed distraction. 💕
Please also take all the time you need, no need to rush! 😊
Because You're Mine
Pairing: Bucky x reader (Beefy!Jealous!Protective!Bucky hehe)
Word Count: 1,470
Summary: Bucky will always be there to protect you.
Author's Note: Hi sweetness! Thank you for this lovely request! And thank you bunches for your kind words, I am so happy you've been enoying the stories! I hope you like this, enjoy and have a lovely night! HUGS! 🥰💕Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️ Divider by my love @firefly-graphics
Warnings: jealous and protective Bucky, cursing, fluffy sweetness, light smut, implied (18+ ONLY PLEASE!!!)
Gif NOT MINE: Credit to @buckybarnes Thank you bunches! 🥰
The party is in full swing as you stand with Nat by the punch bowl, sipping your drink and laughing at Sam’s impressions of Steve.
“I love when he does that,” you giggle to Nat as Sam mimics Steve’s signature hands on the hips look.
Nat throws her head back and points. “Look how mad Steve is!” she sings.
You turn to refill your glass and catch Bucky out of the corner of your eye. He’s standing alone, leaning against the wall and brooding.
“What’s that about?” you say more to yourself than Nat.
“He looks mad,” Nat answers, sliding her eyes back to you.
“He really does,” you agree. “I’m gonna go check on him.”
Nat smiles knowingly. “You go do that babe.”
“Bucky?” you whisper, sliding your hand to his shoulder. “What’s wrong?”
He tenses at the sound of your voice and his head whips around, his eyes stormy. A loose strand of his dark hair falls in front of his face and you reach up to tuck it behind his ear.
“Hey baby doll,” he says quietly, his gaze softening.
“Are you ok?” you ask him, concern etched across your features.
He cocks his head to the side and holds up a finger. You watch as he clenches his jaw and curls his metal fingers into a fist. With a deep growl he shoves off the wall.
“Excuse me for a minute doll face. I’ll be right back.”
You see him headed toward the group of guys that stand by the windows, one of them your current boyfriend Jake.
“Uh oh,” you hear Nat say from behind you.
“What’s going on?” you ask, getting fidgety.
Bucky makes it to the windows in only a few long strides and grabs Jake by the shoulder, easily spinning him around.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Bucky seethes.
Jake holds up his hands. “Woah, big guy. What are you talking about? I’m just enjoying the party.”
“I heard what you said,” Bucky grits out. “No one talks about my girl like that.”
Jake’s mouth spreads into a contemptuous grin.
“Last I checked Barnes, she isn’t your girl anymore,” Jake mocks, straightening his shoulders and brushing off Bucky’s hand.
Bucky slides his metal fingers along the lapel of his suit jacket, the motion smooth and calculated as a sly smirk grows on his face and his metal arm starts to shift and whir.
“And what makes you think you have the right to talk about her like that?” Bucky asks, his voice suddenly dangerously quiet.
Jake’s tough guy demeanor quickly fades and he swallows hard, taking a step back. “I didn’t say anything. I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.”
Bucky takes a step closer, backing Jake against the window.
“So, you’re a liar too. I always knew you weren’t good enough for her,” Bucky sneers.
At this point you’ve made your way over to see what’s happening.
“What the hell is going on here?” you ask, crossing your arms over your chest and glaring between Bucky and Jake.
“Why don’t you tell her Jake?” Bucky taunts.
Jake slips away from the windows and around Bucky, sliding his arm along your waist and pulling you closer.
“Nothing sweets,” Jake says. “I was just telling the guys here how great you are.”
Jake holds his hand up, his drink sloshing around as he motions to the group of agents he’s with.
“Buck?” you ask, turning your eyes his way.
“Doll, listen,” Bucky starts. “He’s full of shit. I heard what he said and it wasn’t anything he should be sharing.”
You step away from Jake’s grasp and spin on your heel.
“What is he talking about?” you ask Jake.
“Why do you care?” Jake chides, clearly annoyed. “You’re supposed to believe me. I said I was just telling them how great you are!”
“Bucky wouldn’t lie to me!” you shout.
“I can’t believe this!” Jake scoffs. “You’re gonna take his word over mine!”
“What did you say Jake? Just tell me and since it’s so great it won’t matter. Right?” you ask, raising a brow.
Jake stares at you, his eyes narrowing but he doesn’t speak.
Your shoulders slump and you let out a loud sigh.
“You know what?” Jake grumbles. “I don’t need this shit.”
“What the hell does that mean?” you ask.
“If you’re just gonna take his word over mine then fuck it. You’re not worth it,” Jake spits, throwing a finger in Bucky’s face.
Bucky grabs Jake’s finger and expertly twists his arm until he’s in a painful choke hold that has him grabbing at Bucky’s arm and gasping for air.
“Don’t you dare speak to her like that,” Bucky seethes. “And if I ever see you go near her again, or even mention her name, I swear, I’ll fucking stab you.”
He let’s Jake go, pushing him into his group of friends as they stand there and gape with panicked faces.
“Get the fuck out of my sight,” Bucky yells, taking a threatening step forward.
Jake scrambles away and pushes through his friends, making a dash for the elevator.
When Bucky’s eyes meet yours his face crumbles and he rushes over, taking you in his arms.
“I’m sorry,” he mumbles into your hair. “I didn’t mean for it to get out of hand.”
“He just let me go. He didn’t even try to fight for me,” you sniffle, resting your cheek on Bucky’s chest.
“Aw baby doll,” Bucky soothes. “You were always way too good for him. In fact,…no one is good enough…”
“Except you,” you whisper, looking up into his eyes. “You just refuse to believe it.”
He smiles softly and brushes the hair from your forehead.
“Not even me,” he says with a sad smile. “But I will always protect you. Are you ok?”
You nod and cling to him tightly, burying your face in his shirt and inhaling.
“I want to go back to my room,” you tell him with trembling lips.
Bucky ushers you out, mumbling an apology to Tony. When you reach your room he holds the door open and follows you in.
“Stay with me?” you ask.
“Of course,” he says, quietly shutting the door.
“What did he say Bucky?” you suddenly ask, your tone serious.
Bucky let’s out a loud sigh.
“Does it matter doll? He’s an asshole.”
“It does. I want to know,” you prod.
He steps into your space and gathers you into his arms. His fingertips ghost down your back and toy with the fabric of your dress.
“He was bragging to his friends,” Bucky mutters. “It was disrespectful.”
“Bragging about what?” you ask, grabbing Bucky’s shirt collar. “Tell me.”
Bucky’s eyes darken and he grinds his jaw. “About how good you taste.”
Your eyes widen in shock and you curl your lip in disgust.
“Ugh! What a pig!” you spit out.
“No one talks about my girl like that,” Bucky whispers. “As true as those words are, you’re the only one that should hear them.”
“Did you say that to Jake?” you ask, a small smile now replacing your grimace.
“I did. At least the first part. Then he threw it in my face that you’re not mine anymore,” Bucky admits as his eyes fall to the ground.
You lift his chin and brush your thumb over his lips. “And why is that?”
He holds your gaze, his eyes filled with something familiar, something that has always been there. His touch is reverent as his hands skim over your skin and trace along your collarbone.
“Because I’m too afraid of losing you because of what I do. I couldn’t bear it baby doll. I can’t live without you.”
“But don’t you see?” you start to tell him. “You’re always there to protect me. No matter what the situation. I’m always safe with you. You’re what I need.”
“Well, you’re my girl and…”
“And?” you repeat, letting your eyes drift to his lips.
“I’m still completely in love with you,” he whispers, smoothing his hands over your curves. “It’s been killing me to see you with him. With anyone.”
“I was just trying to get over you.”
“Did it work?” he smirks and gently pushes the strap of your dress off your shoulder.
“Not at all,” you declare.
“That’s good then…” he murmurs, dipping his head to brush his lips along yours.
“Is that so?” you breathe out, letting your eyelashes flutter closed at the light press of his lips.
“It is,” he hums, sliding his metal hand under your dress.
His name falls in a whispered plea from your parted lips and you whimper when his fingers graze the satin between your legs.
“Only I can touch you like this,” he growls out. “You belong to me.”
I love this 😭 he’s so protective over her and doesn’t take anyone’s shit! It would be hilarious if Steve paired Bucky up with jake the next day for training 🤣
Could you please do a bucky and deaf female reader since hawkeye just came and clint is now deaf
The Sound of Your Heart
Pairing: Bucky x deaf!reader
Word Count: 1,321
Summary: Bucky is shy and sweet and he wants to show you how much he likes you.
Author's Note: Thank you so much for this lovely request sweets! I really hope I did a good job with this and I didn't make any mistakes- if I did do something that was incorrect with the way it's written/portrayed or anything at all please let me know, happy to make any necessary changes! Hope you have a great day! HUGS! 💕 Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️ Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics
Warnings: soft and sweet fluff, shy!bucky :)
Gif NOT MINE: Credit goes to @unearthlydust thanks so much 🥰
“How’s the training going?” Sam asks, his eyebrows raised as he follows Bucky’s line of sight.
“Huh?” Bucky asks, dragging his eyes away from you.
Sam smiles wide.
Bucky purses his lips. “Fine. Clint is a great teacher. I’m learning a lot.”
“Good. Then you’ll finally be able to ask her out and you can quit your creepin’!” Sam teases.
Bucky scoffs and turns his head toward you once again. You catch him looking and give him a smile and a little wave. He waves back, his eyes crinkled with his own smile.
“I’m not creeping!” Bucky whisper shouts. “We actually talk a lot. As a matter of fact, she’s been really open about her hearing loss. She explained that she has sensorineural hearing loss because of a problem with the formation of her inner ear.”
Bucky’s face is lit up and animated as he talks, his feelings clearing written all over his features. Sam just watches with a steady grin.
“She said soft sounds are hard to hear and louder sounds are sort of muffled or unclear. She has a hearing aid that helps a little but she uses American Sign Language to communicate.”
When Bucky finally stops talking he takes a breath and looks at Sam.
“What?” Bucky asks, feeling the heat in his cheeks. “I like that she feels comfortable enough to share with me. It’s like she trusts me,” he trails off quietly.
“Why wouldn’t she?” Sam asks. “I trust you too.”
The corner of Bucky’s mouth lifts into a sideways grin. “Thanks Sam.”
“Why don’t you go over and talk to her now?” Sam asks, nudging Bucky with his shoulder.
“Nah,” Bucky answers, dipping his head and rubbing the back of his neck. “I know I’ll mess something up.”
“I’m sure she will understand. You’re still learning,” Sam states.
“Yea. I know,” Bucky mumbles. “I just. I really like her. I want to show her the right way you know. She uses basic signs when we talk and does everything real slow so I can keep up and sometimes she can read my lips, but I want to be able to really talk.”
Sam nods in understanding before clapping Bucky on the back. “Better keep at it Sarge. Pretty sure you’re not the only one that’s been noticing her.”
Bucky’s head whips up and his brow furrows. “What?” he grits out.
“Relax. I’m pretty sure she’s not into Gods,” Sam snickers before he walks out.
In ASL: “You’re improving,” you say and smile when a light dusting of pink coats Bucky’s cheeks. “Have you been practicing?”
Bucky fingers move and turn as he forms the different letters for each word, speaking as he does so. He makes a mistake and stalls then drops his hands.
You quickly take his hands in yours and close your fingers around them with a gentle squeeze. He smiles softly and lets out a breath. You hold his gaze and slide your fingers across the back of his hands before tugging at his leather gloves.
You wait, silently asking his permission.
In ASL: “Yea. It’s ok,” he whispers.
With relieved excitement you gently pull the material from his fingers, first his right hand then his left. You drop the gloves to the table and take his hands in yours again. You hold them a moment and smooth your fingertips over his knuckles before lifting his hands and letting go.
In ASL: “You have beautiful hands,” you tell him. “I like to see them.”
He swallows, his throat dry and his heart beating rapidly.
In ASL: “Everything about you is beautiful,” he says.
Your whole face brightens and you lean forward and cup his cheek, kissing it softly.
In ASL: “Thank you Bucky.”
In ASL: “And yes, I was trying to say I have been practicing. Clint has been helping me,” he tells you, this time signing perfectly.
In ASL: “Did you do this just for me?” you ask, winking.
His eyes go wide and he licks his lips.
“Um,” he says, before he makes any motions with his hands. (In ASL): “Well. “Yea kind of,” he continues. “I’ve been wanting to learn. I love talking to you and it’s only right I learn to do it properly.”
In ASL: “That means a lot to me,” you say. “I can teach you some things too.”
Bucky nods enthusiastically and you get up from the stool at the kitchen island, grabbing his hand and pulling him toward the couch. You sit crossed legged and he does the same, facing you with your knees touching.
You start to work through different handshapes and movements and he starts off great but as you continue and things get harder he messes up a couple of times and gets discouraged. He drops his head with a sigh.
In ASL: “I’m sorry,” he says. “I’m nervous.”
You lift his chin and smile, (in ASL): “it’s ok. I understand.”
You scoot closer and lean in, pressing your palm to his chest just over his heart. He lifts his own hand and rests it atop yours.
“Wow it’s beating fast,” he murmurs.
Your eyes shoot open and you raise a brow in question. He signs the words, looking sheepish.
You giggle and pull his hand away, placing it on your chest over your heart. His eyes widen when he feels the rapid thump of your heart.
He slowly takes his hand away. In ASL: “You too?”
In ASL: “Yes.”
In ASL: “Why?” he asks softly.
In ASL: “I like you Bucky. A lot.”
“You do!” he exclaims with disbelief, then quickly signs the words.
In ASL: “You seem surprised,” you say, narrowing your eyes.
In ASL: “Well. I just. I guess.” He keeps faltering, starting to sign and then stopping when he can’t quite figure out the words.
He takes a deep breath and starts over.
In ASL: “I thought maybe you liked someone else.”
Your brows furrow in confusion, (in ASL): “who?”
He blinks slowly then signs out the letters…T H O R.
Your head falls back with laughter and you snort.
In ASL: “Who told you that?” you ask.
Bucky makes a funny face and shapes his hands into wings, flapping them around while he pretends to shoot suff.
“S A M!” you sign enthusiastically. “He’s such a troublemaker!”
“Tell me about it,” Bucky agrees. “I was worried I had no chance.”
In ASL: “Thor is really nice,” you start, “but he’s not my type.”
In ASL: “Oh. Well, that’s good then,” Bucky chimes. “What is your type?”
You tap your chin and pretend to think then let your eyes wander over his face. You describe his features, signing slowly; the color and shape of his eyes, his smile, the hard line of his jaw, his long and dark lashes, and even the dark stubble, peppered with gray, which lines his cheeks.
Bucky watches your hands, loving the way they move so gracefully with your words but it’s your face and how it lights up with your smile that has him completely captivated.
In ASL: “Wow,” he whispers.
In ASL: “You’re staring again Barnes,” you say with a smirk.
In ASL: “I can’t help it,” he replies, “you’re beautiful.”
You sit up and grab his dog tags, slowly pulling him closer. His eyes drop to your lips and his breath hitches when your fingers caress his jaw.
In ASL: “So does this mean you’ll go out with me?” he asks, lifting his gaze.
Instead of answering you softly press your lips to his, closing your eyes and sighing when you feel his hand close around your wrist. He gives you a gentle tug and you fall into his lap, his arms ghosting up your back until his thumb brushes over your cheek and he tilts your head to deepen the kiss.
“I knew you could do it Barnes,” Clint murmurs from his hiding spot in the ceiling vent.
Summary: Bucky wakes you up in the middle of the night…
Author’s Note: I needed to get this out. So here it is and I have to thank my husband… 😁 Thank you all so much for reading! Hope you enjoy! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @imerdwarf
Warnings: soft fluffer smut, lots of teasing touches, fingering, smut (18+ ONLY PLEASE!!!)
Gifs NOT MINE: Credit for the first to @captaincentenarian and the second to @unearthlydust thank you both so much! 🥰
A warm hand slowly slides around your waist as Bucky presses his chest to your back and pulls you closer. You shift into his embrace, still in a dreamlike state when his lips fall to the crook of your neck and trail down your skin.
You give him a satisfied hum, your hand closing around his metal fingers that rest over your stomach. His nose brushes the shell of your ear and he gently pulls the soft flesh of your earlobe between his teeth. You gasp and tilt your head to expose more of your neck, your movements languid in your haze of sleep.
Author’s Note: I got a request for some 40s!Bucky then I had a dream about this particular AU and I was like YAY! haha I LOVE BAKERY AU so this was extra fun to write! Thank you all so very much for reading! Much love always! ❤❤❤ Bakery AU divider by my lovely friend Daisy @firefly-graphics thank you!!!
Warnings: soft sweetness, fluff, shy!ish good girl reader, fingering, oral (f rec), smut (18+ only please!!!)
The aroma hits you first. Freshly baked dough, cinnamon, and today, your favorite, the sweet delight of pumpkin and spice. You give Steve a small wave and a smile as he stands behind the register, working quickly to keep the line of customers moving along.
You walk slowly along the tiled floors, black and white and covered with a light dusting of flour that only adds to the charm of the bakery. Everything in the cases entices you, from the simple chocolate chip cookies to the decadent chocolate cake.
Hello I’m absolutely in love with your work! Idk if you’re still taking requests, but I thought I’d ask. I’ve been going through a rough batch as of late. Things happened in my dating life and now I’m starting to feel as if no guy really wants me. Maybe if you don’t already have one, a story where the reader comes back to the avengers tower after being stood up from a date. Maybe it’s her hundredth one and she started giving up. She really only started dating around to get over her feelings to Bucky but it seems all that left her was with more pain. Frustrated of having her heart stepped on, she breaks down thinking she’s alone. But it turns out Bucky is there too and it’s up to him to comfort her and he ends up telling her how he feels about her.
Until You
Pairing: Bucky x reader
Word Count: 1,852
Summary: Bucky helps you get ready for yet another date. Unfortunately, like the times before it ends badly but maybe things really will work out after all... (friends to lovers)
Author's Note: Hello lovely anon! Thank you bunches for this sweet request! I’m sorry things have been shit lately. Sending you love and I hope you find someone who is worthy of you and makes you happy, you deserve it! ❤ I combined it with another I got about Bucky helping his bff (the reader) pick out a dress for a date. It was a good starting point for this! Hope you enjoy it! HUGS! 🥰 Thank you all SO MUCH for reading! Much love always! ❤❤❤ Divider by the lovely @imerdwarf
Warnings: fluffy fluff, sweetness, small angst here and there, a bad date, Bucky to the rescue in literally every way (friends to lovers)
Gif NOT MINE: Credit goes to @august-walker Thank you bunches!🥰
You hear the knock at the door and yell, “is that you Bucky?”
“It’s me doll face, can I come in?”
“Of course, I’m in my room.”
You hear him open and shut the door and then his heavy footfalls as he comes down the hallway. You peek your head out of your closet.
“Make yourself comfy, I’ll be right out,” you tell him.
He smiles and sits on the bed, picking up the black dress you have laying out.
“Wow,” he whispers. “You should wear this one doll.”
He looks up just as you walk out in another dress, a red one, and his mouth falls open.
“Never mind,” he murmurs. “Wear that one.”
You giggle and walk closer to him, doing a little spin.
“Are you sure? It’s the first one I’ve tried on!”
“You’re a knockout,” he breathes before clearing his throat.
“Thanks Buck,” you whisper and kiss his cheek. “But lemme try this black one on just in case and I have one more too.”
“Ok, sounds great. Try on all you want,” he says as you retreat back into the closet.
When you appear again, wearing the same black dress that was on the bed he just stares for a minute, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink.
“You look gorgeous baby doll, I can’t pick.”
“Well, I’ll show you the last one then we have to make a choice. I have to wear something to my date!” you warble. “Can’t go naked, now can I?”
He audibly swallows and slowly shakes his head no. You go back into your closet and shuffle around.
“Ok, last one!” you chime before sauntering out in a different red dress.
“Fuck,” Bucky mutters.
“What was that Buck?” you ask, doing another little twirl.
“Just, I mean. Doll. You’re stunning. Honestly, they all look amazing but I think this one is my favorite.”
You hold up a finger and grab your heels, slipping them on before giving him a 360 twirl.
“Yes?” you ask, stepping closer.
“Definitely yes,” he husks.
You do a little happy dance and your foot catches in the carpet, sending you careening forward. Thankfully, Bucky throws his hands out and catches you, pulling you into his lap. You grab fistfuls of his shirt and look at him wide eyed.
“Woah, thanks for that. I could have faceplanted. You’re my hero,” you giggle, burying your face in his neck.
He kisses your shoulder, silently inhaling before he reluctantly lets you go.
“Anytime doll face.”
“Ok, I’m just going to touch up my hair and make up and then I’m on my way. Thanks for all the help Buck.”
“Happy to,” he says quietly, watching you walk to the bathroom. “Be careful, ok?”
“Will do,” you call out.
“Text or call me if you need anything,” he continues.
“Of course,” you assure him. “I’ll be fine.”
“Have fun,” he adds.
“Thank you! See you later,” you tell him.
He stands at your door, listening to you bang around in the bathroom and sing to yourself. He starts to take a step back inside but your phone rings and you pick it up, squealing to Nat at how excited you are to go on the date.
“He seems really nice, Nat! And he’s so cute,” you tell her.
Bucky sighs dejectedly as he pulls the door shut behind him and shuffles down the hallway back to his room.
The elevator doors open and you trudge into the common room, your heels hanging from your fingertips and your cheeks hot with tears. You sniffle and drop your shoes to the floor, cringing when they make a loud bang.
You head toward the kitchen and open the fridge to get water. You drink down half the bottle before slamming it down on the counter and plopping onto the stool.
“Fucking asshole,” you mumble under your breath, sniffling again. “Ugh!”
You lay your head on the cool marble and your shoulders start to shake.
“Baby doll?” Bucky whispers, hoping not to scare you.
Your head shoots up and you look around.
“Bucky? Where are you?”
He moves out of the shadows, his face pained as he takes you in.
“Bucky,” you whisper, before a new wave of tears flood down your face.
He rushes over and takes you in his arms, gently rubbing your back and letting you cry. You start to take deep breaths to calm yourself and finally wipe your nose on his shirt before looking up at him.
“Sorry,” you grumble, trying to smile. “I think I got snot on you.”
“I don’t mind at all,” he says sweetly, brushing his thumb across your tear-stained cheek. “What happened doll?”
Your shoulders slump and you drop your chin.
“Well, it started out ok. I thought we were having a good time, just chatting and enjoying our drinks, but then he started making rude comments about wanting to leave and take me home and when I told him I wanted to get to know him first he basically called me a whore and walked out. I’m so embarrassed!”
The tears start to well in your eyes and as you continue talking they spill over, sending new streaks of wetness down your face.
“And I thought he was so nice, you know? He seemed smart and funny and this is the fourth date I’ve been on in the past two months and they all end in some shitty way! It has to be me!”
Your head drops to his chest and you cover your face with your hands.
“I don’t understand Buck. What is wrong with…?”
“Don’t,” he warns gently, cutting you off. “Don’t finish that sentence. Nothing is wrong with you. You’re perfect.”
You lift your watery eyes to his and give him a sad smile.
“You’re the best. You know that. I’m so glad you’re here.”
You throw your arms around his waist and snuggle into him.
He rests his chin on your head and slowly rocks you back and forth.
“Did you get to eat?” he asks.
“No,” you harrumph into his shirt. “I never even got a decent meal out of him.”
“Well, must be your lucky night,” he teases. “I was about to make a grilled cheese. Want one?”
“YES!” you say excitedly.
You watch him prepare the food, admiring the way he handles the utensils, especially the knife.
“You really know your way around the kitchen,” you giggle. “Especially those knives.”
He chuckles and flips it around, showing off.
“What can I say. I love ‘em.”
The longer you watch the harder it becomes to concentrate, everything about him easy to appreciate. You silently berate yourself, knowing Bucky could never feel that way about you. After all, he’s your best friend and he’s never asked you out.
You let out a loud sigh, wincing when he turns and gives you a worried look. His eyes are swimming with emotion and you want to get lost in them but instead you wave him off and stand to get the plates.
When you’re seated at the island with your sandwiches you grab his hand, giving it a squeeze.
“This looks delicious! Thanks Buck.”
He nods and takes a bite, closing his eyes at the taste. You do the same and moan when the cheesy, buttery warmth hits your tongue.
“Ok, this is WAY BETTER than anything I could have gotten at the restaurant!”
“Glad you like it doll, it’s one of my specialties!”
“What else is on the list,” you ask, before taking another bite.
His face scrunches up in thought and you smile, loving the way his eyes crinkle at the corners.
“Let’s see…pancakes! I make ‘em really fluffy. And meatballs- that’s thanks to my Ma. Hmm, also mac and cheese.”
“So pretty much the all the best foods ever,” you say with enthusiasm. “I want these pancakes one day!”
“I’ll make you pancakes any time you want doll!”
You finish off the sandwiches, feeling better just being in his company.
“So,” you start, licking the butter from your fingers. “Ever been on any bad dates?”
He starts to laugh. “Oh definitely. One time, I took a girl to Coney Island and we went on Cyclone. When we got off I threw up all over her feet!”
You snort and laugh, clutching your stomach.
“To be fair I had just finished a milkshake,” he adds.
“Aw well I would have forgiven you. You were such a dreamboat.”
He pauses mid bite and stares at you.
“Don’t look so surprised Buck, it’s true!”
“I was…?” he asks, a light teasing tone to his voice.
“Nah, you still are. In fact, you’re gorgeous.”
“Me?” he guffaws. “You must mean you.”
“Clearly,” you say with an eye roll. “Don’t you see the line of men?”
You stand and walk over to the sink to wash your hands, leaning over with heavy shoulders.
“Doll face,” Bucky whispers, his voice soft in your ear. “You really are gorgeous. And in every way.”
His strong hands settle at your waist and he turns you around, lifting your chin to brush his thumb across your lips.
“Any guy that doesn’t see that is clearly an asshole.”
You lightly scoff and slide your hands along his chest, shamelessly coping a feel.
“How do you manage to keep these abs with all those grilled cheese sandwiches?” you joke.
“Don’t try and change the subject baby doll,” Bucky chides. “But uh, you like ‘em huh?”
You smile wide and start to lift his shirt, pretending to inspect his muscles.
“Hmm, let’s see,” you say, placing your finger just under his chest. “One…two, three, four…five…”
He starts to laugh and grabs your wrists.
“Wait a second, I wasn’t done,” you pout. “There must be at least six!”
“Doll,” he simpers, lifting your fingers to his mouth. “Eight.”
“I knew it,” you gasp when his soft lips meet your skin.
His eyelashes flutter along his cheeks as he leans in and lightly brushes his lips to your temple. Even the lightness of his touch makes you tremble in his hold and you dig your fingernails into his arms to hold steady.
“You’re so soft,” he whispers, trailing his lips down your jaw.
He stops at the corner of your mouth and places a delicate kiss there, just enough that you can feel the warmth of his lips so close to yours.
“Can I kiss you?” he asks, breathless. “I’ve dreamed about kissing you…”
The rest of his words are lost against your mouth and you knot your fists in his shirt, pulling him closer. He lets out a low moan, from the back of his throat and parts your lips with his tongue. The sensation has your whole body on fire, the pulse of your blood rushing through your ears.
When you finally break away, the world around you is hazy and all you can focus on are ocean blue eyes.
“That was so much better than any dream,” he murmurs against your lips, kissing you again, soft and sweet.
“Do it again,” you breathe. “And don’t ever stop.”
Summary: You and Bucky work on some Halloween crafts while your two cats get into mischief.
Author’s Note: This is for day 30 of Kinktober and no particular prompt except maybe domestic fluffy fun! I wrote a story earlier in the month about Bucky and the reader adopting a black cat and it prompted two asks about more fun with them so that’s where this came from! You can read the story about Luna the cat here: A Tail of Two Cats. Thank you all so very much for reading! Much love always! ❤❤❤ Divider by the lovely @imerdwarf PS to the lovely anon that asked my about thigh riding and chubby!bucky I am going to try to do that for you asap! Thank you! 🥰
Warnings: soft fluffy fun, yummy food, sweetness and some spicy fun too :)
Edit NOT MINE: This soft and beautiful edit was done by my darling friend Nix. It just screams domestic softness to me so I thought it fit! You can check out more of her amazing work here on Insta. Thank you my sweet! 🥰
Kinktober Masterlist 2021
“Oh man it smells so good in here doll face!”
You smile in the kitchen as you hear Bucky drop his heavy boots to the floor and unzip his jacket.
“Hi gorgeous,” he whispers into your neck. “Whatcha makin’?”
He kisses you before you can answer but when he finally pulls away you say, “croissants! Thought we could use some yummy snacks for crafting.”
“Good idea! I’m just gonna change,” he winks and pulls off his shirt.
Summary: Steve’s always a gentleman…until he’s not.
Author’s Note: This is for day 28 of Kinktober and the HBC’s @the-ce-horniest-book-club Kinky Halloween Celebration and the prompt fangs/edging. I went more toward edging here but it’s mostly implied. Thank you all so much for all the love this month and always! Much love to you all! ❤❤❤ Divider by the lovely @imerdwarf
Warnings: sweet Steve, sassiness, flirting, little teasing, light dirty talk, light smut (18 + ONLY PLEASE!!!)
Edit NOT MINE: This gorgeous edit belongs to my lovely friend Nix! You can find her work here on Insta. She’s amazing in every way! Thank you my love! 🥰
Kinktober Masterlist 2021
“Always such a gentleman,” you smile as Steve holds the door open for you.
His large hand rests at the small of your back as he ushers you toward the table and then pulls out your chair.
“For my best girl, always,” he murmurs before kissing your cheek and sitting across from you.
Summary: Pumpkin carving with Bucky is WAY MORE fun.
Author’s Note: This is for day 27 of Kinktober and the HBC’s @the-ss-horniest-book-club Kinky Halloween celebration and the prompt: pumpkin and anal. Went with pumpkin here because Nix posted the amazing edit below on Insta that I was like yesssss perfect. You can check out her page here. Thank you all so very much for reading! Much love always! ❤❤❤ Divider by the lovely @imerdwarf
Warnings: Fluff and flirting, light knife play because Bucky is a brat and knows you love it, it’s spicy but I can’t help it! (18 + ONLY PLEASE!!!)
Gif and Edit NOT MINE: The pumpking carving edit belongs to my lovely friend Nix and the credit for the gif goes to my other lovely friend @navybrat817 Thank you both so much! 🥰
Kinktober Masterlist 2021
You hold the carving tool in your hand and stare at your pumpkin.
“Need some help doll face?”
Bucky startles you from your thoughts and you jump in the seat.
“Huh?” you ask with a furrowed brow. “Oh yeah! Um, sure. I just don’t know where to start.”
He leans down next to you. “What do you wanna carve?”
His face is so close that you can see the light peppering of gray in the stubble that lines his cheeks and you let your eyes wander over his face. He smiles and you clear your throat, dropping your gaze back to the pumpkin.
I otterly adore you more my lovely friend 🧡🧡🧡 thank you for being the brightest star in my life and listening to my rambling 🙈 I a-peach-iate you more than I could express in words 🧡🧡🧡
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