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gutsby · 3 months

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Trigger Tease(r)

Pairing: Mob!Bucky x Reader

Summary: Before his morning briefing, your mob boss husband decides to take a pit stop in the sauna with you.

Warnings: 18+. Oral (f!receiving). Gentle fingerfucking. Praise and degradation. Daddy kink. Dirty talk. Bucky talking you through it. Bimbofication if you squint.

Notes: @sluttylittlewaistenthusiast - you inspired me 🪽 I just had to crank out a little teaser for the third installment of Wedded Bliss. I hope y’all like it 💓

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In between breakfast and the start of your husband’s early briefing, you found yourself situated in much the same way you’d been spending a lot of time these days: pinned up against the wall of a wood-paneled sauna, Bucky’s broad shoulders supporting both of your legs as he buried his face deep between your thighs. You sighed.

“Hold still,” Bucky grunted, voice muffled as he tried to keep your slick, squirming body in place above him.

You yelped and seized a fistful of his hair when he wedged his tongue even further inside you, nudging your clit with his nose almost too teasingly and deliberate.

“I can’t…help it,” you bit back, ignoring the brief glare you earned from your husband as soon as you said it, “Your tongue’s just so— s— James!”

This time, Bucky let out a full-throated groan when you yanked on those poor wet locks of his—‘Gonna make me bald by next Christmas if you keep doin’ that, honey’—and he pried his head from your legs just long enough to knock you flat on the sauna bench close by.

The western red cedar seared hot on your skin, already flushed from the exhaustion wrought by Bucky’s tongue; you hardly had the strength to hold yourself up when he pushed you onto your back and crawled over your body.

“How ‘bout my fingers, doll? Can you take a couple’a those for me?” Bucky crooned above you as he stroked your hair, bathed in pure sunlight pouring in from the windows. His voice was a touch more sympathetic now.

After all, this was your third orgasm of the morning. It really wasn’t fair for him to use that biological weapon of mass destruction he liked to call his tongue when he knew how sensitive your clit would get from just one ‘O’. Even his hands might be too much in your current state.

Bucky was busy peppering your skin with kisses, working his way from the base of your neck to the crown of your head, when you whimpered and tried to fight a smile.

“Finger,” you corrected him, “Just one finger, Barnes.”

You would’ve thought you’d just thrown your wedding ring in his face and told him to eat shit. Just one?

“How’s one finger s’posed to stretch you out for my cock, huh? Practically had you screamin’ when I stuck it in last night,” Bucky wasn’t one to hide his amusement, grinning even bigger when you swatted him on the arm.

“Who said anything about your cock?” You tried to keep cool as Bucky’s fingers trailed right back down to the place you felt yourself throbbing, aching for his touch, “You have a meeting in ten minutes.”

“Meeting doesn’t start until I say so, my love,” Bucky reminded you just as his index ghosted over your folds.

In truth, he was willing to play this game any way, and for however long, you wanted it done, so long as he was the one bringing you pleasure. Be that his cock, his finger, or all fucking five on one hand, Bucky just wanted to get you off. It was better sustenance to him than the whole damn meal the two of you had eaten that morning.

Bucky kept it down to one digit and lightly circled your bundle of nerves when he sensed you were ready.

You gripped his forearm and shot a quick look between your legs, still in disbelief as to how he could make you feel this good so soon after you’d cum twice before. You felt his lips drift over to yours and steal a few kisses.

“Always doin’ so good for me,” Bucky praised, moving his finger in circles. When you whined against his mouth, he pressed it even harder, “Such a good girl for daddy.”

“James,” you breathed, clenching your legs together.

“Everything OK?”

“Uh-huh.”

More than OK, in fact. That delectable coil of sweet, euphoric release was already swelling gently in your tummy. Bucky moved his finger even faster.

“Tell me how it feels,” he murmured low in your ear.

Bucky loved seeing you try to articulate your feelings—relatively fresh and new to your world, still—while he was giving you pleasure. Adored the way you winced and whined and arched your back into his touch as a whole blustering hailstorm of sensations crashed over you.

He sank his tongue in your mouth as he kissed you, as if trying to extract the words from between your lips. Your response, in consequence, came somewhat stifled.

“Mm— feels so, oh—” Your voice broke off in a moan when Bucky tightened his circles, “—so good, daddy.”

“Wanna show daddy how good and cum for me?”

Bucky knew by the way you were whimpering under his hand that the tendril in your stomach had almost tripled in size. It wouldn’t take much to tip you over the edge.

“My sweet girl,” he said, rubbing your cunt at the same time he was stroking the back of your head, gently, “Feels so nice down there, doesn’t it?”

You rolled your hips against the bench and nodded. Your breaths were short and ragged, panting helplessly into Bucky’s mouth when he adjusted his hand just a little: pressing the pad of his thumb to your clit, with his index moving down to your entrance. Pushing inside you.

“Another,” you choked, not thinking.

Bucky met your desperate gaze and nodded, knowing this was exactly what you needed to make it over the precipice.

Still, he wouldn’t be Bucky if he didn’t tease just a bit.

“I thought my wife wanted one finger,” he hummed, brow pinching inward.

“No, no.” You could’ve shrieked when he curled the digit, “Want more— Bucky, please, please, I need more.”

Again, your husband appeared to nod in understanding, but his fingers didn’t budge. He worked his thumb a little faster and watched you writhe on the seat beneath him.

“How many, honey? Don’t wanna hurt my baby.” His words were all kindness, it seemed, but his tone laced with shameless condescension—the kind that said, yes, I know you need this, and no, I won’t indulge you just yet. Bucky was the worst when he wanted to prove a point. You could’ve ripped at his clothes and torn them in two if you weren’t both stark naked and shrouded in steam.

You opted to pull at his hair instead.

Bucky winced, but the smirk never left.

“I said how many?” he pressed again.

“Three. Four.” Fuck if you knew.

Your husband raised both eyebrows and hummed, a single finger still plunging in and out of your cunt in quick succession. He teased the tip of another at your entrance and smiled even more when you whined.

“Needy little thing, isn’t she?”

“Bucky—”

“Just wants to fuck daddy’s hand to get herself off, hm?”

Bucky didn’t bother to mask his sweet, degrading tone any longer as he talked down and teased you to no end. It drove him half-insane to see you squirm around, rut your hips, let him say the filthiest fucking words he could conjure up, and just bob your head to whatever he said. His impeccant wife and her insatiable needs—Bucky couldn’t even begin to express how turned on the sheer dichotomy got him. He stared in your eyes, all glossy and soft, and felt his cock stand even more rigid on his belly.

He didn’t give a shit if he’d taunted you enough or not; he just shoved his middle and ring fingers alongside the first and clenched his jaw to start fucking you hard with all three.

Your whole face contorted with pleasure, tinged with the faintest shade of discomfort at the tail end of it. You’d forgotten how big his fingers felt all together.

“Bucky,” you whined, mindlessly clawing at the wrist that was moving back and forth, fast, between your legs, “B-Baby, slow— slow down a little.”

But Bucky was deep in the zone. He knew you wanted it too—sensed that you liked to play it safe when it came to your pleasure and grew a little timid at times it got to feel too much—and he needed to talk you through it.

Rather than turn his head and keep to himself as he got you up to your peak, Bucky pressed his face down to yours and nodded again—this time with a tender sincerity.

“Feel a little stretch down there, huh?”

You didn’t have to say anything, just whimpering in time. Bucky kissed your forehead and let you fold into him as his fingers wreaked havoc down below. He kissed you again, and again, and in between kisses, mumbled,

“That’s daddy’s sweet, needy little slut.”

“My perfect fucking wife, so good at taking my fingers.”

“Gonna be nice and stretched out for my cock, hm?”

Every syllable spoken aloud was like a brand new catalyst for your impending release. You barely nodded your head, opened your mouth and whined pathetically, but that’s exactly how Bucky wanted you. Exactly how you needed to be, bucking your hips in time with the cadence of his fingers fucking inside you, and soon, those whimpers were turning to moans as that soft little helix inside you reached its breaking point.

Bucky brushed once or twice more against your sensitive spot, and suddenly you were coming undone all over him—crying his name, clawing his skin, squeezing your legs so tight around his wrist you feared you might snap it in two, and then getting kissed again, over and over while Bucky drank in your every sound, and the few tears that sprung to your eyes as they always did, like sweet nectar.

You were still moaning, curling your tongue feebly against his own and leaning into him as far as you could, when your husband slipped three fingers up between your mouths and pushed them past your parted lips.

“Suck,” Bucky said, gritting his teeth as he watched you, “C’mere, honey, taste your cunt on my fingers.”

You took him in and sucked your arousal off his fingers just like he asked. Took him by surprise and dragged a mindless, lazy, half-crazed and careless tongue all over his hand, where your juices had no doubt collected too.

That slutty, fucked-out look you gave him—like your brain had all but fallen out of your head with the orgasm he’d given you—was everything Bucky could’ve wanted.

He climbed on top of you and took the base of his cock, rock-hard and weeping tears of precum from the tip, almost drunk from the feeling himself. His mouth hung open as he dragged himself over the seam of your cunt.

“I need to fuck you.”

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assembletheimagines · 2 years

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Hiii ♡ could you do one where reader is innocent and one night she comes downstairs to say goodnight and he kisses bucky on the cheek and ends up on his lap ☻️as she asks what that bulge is in his pockets but it's just ✨️ bucky ✨️and he tease her a little you know him enjoying y/n's reactions, then he tells her that it is better to go to sleep and leaves her desperate, you can add more ideas to the story if you want to write it ♥️

Summary: Innocent!reader says goodnight to Bucky and it tests his self-control or the one where Bucky wants to ruin you in delicious ways but decides to be a good guy and control his urges.

A/N: Chefs kiss for this request! But I somehow struggled how to do this but then once I got started I wanted to write even more but I decided to just leave it as a teaser- so no smut today smh

Tagged: @whiskey-barnes @elle14-blog1 @potatothots

When you walk down the stairs you stopped at the bottom step.

Your eyes searching before landing on Bucky who was sitting in the corner love seat, a book in hand, you smiled. You took a moment to study him, seeing how he was entranced in reading your eyes did a quick once over. He was wearing black pants, a black fitted shirt that seemed to make his muscles look bigger and his dog tags hung loosely around his neck.

Without looking up, Bucky smirked and called out to you. “My eyes are up here.” He hummed and you couldn’t help but blush as you met his eyes. You walked closer to the ex-assassin and smiled softly as he put his book down on the arm rest. “What are you doing?” He asked and your smile grew.

“I'm going to sleep and I just wanted to say good night,” you mumbled getting closer to him. He tilted his head towards you and you took that opportunity to lean down giving his cheek a kiss. But as you went to pull away you were surprised when Bucky reached out, discarding the book and bringing you onto his lap.

“You’re going to bed?” He asked an amused smirk forming on his lips as he moved you in a more comfortable spot on his lap. As he did so, you felt something hard press between your thighs causing your cheeks to heat up.

“What’s-” Your hands rested on his chest as his held onto your hips. “What’s in your pocket?” You stuttered, eyes going a little wide. Bucky’s smirk grew and he couldn’t resist opening his thighs wider causing your legs to do the same since they were on either side of him. You felt his fingers squeeze your hips as he moved you forward then, the action made you gasp the same time he groaned softly.

Bucky’s eyes were now half-lidded and dark as he looked at you, a smirk still evident on his lips. “Nothing's in my pocket, babe.”

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion for a moment, shifting in his lap. The movement sent a shock of electricity through you and you felt your blush come back to your cheeks as you realized. “What- oh,” a warmth began to form in your tummy.

As you realized what you were actually sitting on, Bucky continued to stare. He had been good at restraining himself whenever it came to you. You were so innocent, so cute, a little naïve and it only made Bucky want to ruin you in the most delicious of ways.

But when you came down the stairs in nothing but pajama shorts and a big t-shirt that practically swallowed you whole and kissed him on the cheek, he felt his self-control waned. Not able to stop himself from pulling you onto his lap to see what he could do to you.

Bucky smirked again as he watched your face reddened and your thighs tensed tighter against his hips. You were so reactive for him. “Did that feel good, Bunny?” Bucky hummed and your blush darkened from his pet-name to you.

“I don’t- I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You stumbled, fingers curling into his shirt. Bucky’s smirk grew mischievous as his hands tightened their hold on your hips. He moved you forward, grinding you down on his dick. As he dragged you back, it brought a pleasurable friction that made you moan.

“That,” he said as he continued to move you against him. “That’s what I’m talking about, darling.” Even through the few layers that separated you, you could still feel his cock twitch when you moaned.

“Bucky-” you whined; your face flushed as you held onto his shirt. The warmth in your stomach continued to grow as he moved his hands to the curve of your ass, guiding your movements a little faster.

“Yes, Bunny?” His voice was lower, softer, holding in his groans as he pressed you down harder onto his lap. It wasn’t enough.

“Bucky, please,” you begged and Bucky could feel you move on your own accord, rutting a bit faster in his lap. Bucky groaned, you were chasing after your own pleasure and it made him want to take you right here, right now, in the open. To hear you cry his name only.

Bucky’s self-restraint was crumbling faster and he bit his lip as he decided to be nice. He held you still, stopping your movements as you whined. “Mm, I thought you said you were going to sleep, baby?” He said and held you tighter as you tried to move again. “It’s probably best if you go to sleep.”

Your lips curved into a pout; the warmth that had grown in your stomach began to dim now that Bucky stopped any movements. You didn’t say anything as you nodded your head in agreement, standing up on shaky legs, feeling needy and confused but not sure of what.

Bucky’s fingers curled into fists as he watched you. His tongue swiping over his bottom lip, wetting it as he noticed your legs wobble as you walked back upstairs.

Once you were gone, Bucky slumped in his seat. His dick was still hard and it took a lot of his self-control not to follow you up. The whines and moans you made for him played on repeat and he closed his eyes. He really wanted to ruin you, too many scenarios flashed across his mind and he couldn’t help but groan.

You really tested his control.

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shamrockqueen · 1 month

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Naughty excerpt

Pairing : Bucky X Reader PWP

Warnings : R18, Smut, immediate Smut, painful teasing, short work

Word count : 723

- It was something quick I made today inspired by this post by @buckybarnesbestdoll

His hips rocked up, shucking his cock through your weak core, tearing through you to slam at the back of your cunt. It made you shake in his arms as they snaked over your body. You try to hold his gaze, only to catch it lingering between your legs, drinking in the sight of his member sinking into your wet folds. He dragged himself back out as he lifted your hips, all before meeting them again with a shallow thrust of his own.

The fingers on his cold hand dug into your skin, the metal plates of his wide palm pinching around your weak little throat. He kept your gaze locked on his dark reflection in the mirror ahead of you. His dangerous blue eyes stared back, making the blood freeze in your body like cracked ice against your skin.

The warm fingers of his other hand drew heat from your lower body as he dug at your throbbing bud. He had you squirming in his cock, deeply seated in your tight, warm channel. Your inner walls still stung from his initial intrusion, leaving you weak and horribly sensitive.

His voice dragged along your ear, pricking your ears along with the rough texture of his beard.

“You see what I see, doll?”

You winced as his thumb pressed harder on your aching pearl before backing over it. He didn’t wait for an answer, tightening his metal fingers around that delicate windpipe as he spoke again.

“My greedy…”

He pressed these fingers back down, delighting in the sight of your legs twitching, but even more so in the tears welling in your eyes as you struggled to match his gaze through the mirror.

“…needy..”

He kept grinding that deep and heavy voice along your ear as he rolled his hips from below. Your thighs pulled further apart, and you had to try and grit your teeth to keep from breaking apart in his tight embrace.

“..DESPERATE SLUT.”

You couldn’t take it. You cried out as loudly as his grip had allowed, shutting your eyes as a wave of hard pleasure wracked your little body. He could feel that you’d pull apart at any second, but not the way he wanted you to.

Those fingers left your neck for a second to lock around your jaw, jerking your face back in view of the mirror. It forces your eyes back open in shock, and with air rushing back into your lungs, you take in the full picture of what was reflected back at you.

Your hip joints were pulled so that he could spread your legs for the mirror—a little show of his own making. It painted a painful picture across the glass, beautiful and tear-stained.

He yelled at you this time, righting his arms around your body before standing with you solely in his hold. Your feet dangled over the floor, leaving your body bent as his hands and cock tore through your flower and bud. He lifted your back up to the mirror, where his eyes could lock with yours.

“Keep those eyes on me when I make you cum.”

You can barely muster any words before he hammers himself through your quacking inner walls. His strong legs could be seen flexing in his reflection as they held you both upright. You could only lock your fingers around his solid arms as he voiced you on his thick cock, breaking that tightly wound knot still wound around your belly until it finally snapped as the rough drag of his calloused fingers.

His eyes never left yours, even as they blurred with hot tears before clearing back over as they spilled down your cheeks. You watched, mind nearly melted, as his cock pistoned through your open core. You feel the warm brush of his ragged breath fanning across your wet chin, all as you watch his face pinch and his teeth grind together.

His cock seized, the slam of his hips stuttering as he spilled into you. You were momentarily readjusted in his arms as he held himself inside you.

He released his hold on your throat, choosing instead to carefully guide his metal fingers along your body before circling over your waist to better hold you up. Your feet still never reached the ground, but you wouldn’t have been able to stand anyway.

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teddysterk · 10 months

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Hello! Can you write a Bucky Barnes x ticklish reader headcanon on how he would tickle you and what teases he would say to make you blush and flustered?

Yes Ofcourse! Thank you so much for my first request! ❤️❤️❤️

(Also this is written as platonic I don’t feel comfortable writing romantic stuff ❤️)

Bucky Barnes X Y/N tickle headcannons

Bucky is a ler-leaning switch! He always has been, considering he has little siblings and Steve around. ❤️

Because of this big brother energy, he can be terrifying when it comes to tickles. Be careful when pranking him!

When Y/N joined the team and moved into the compound, Bucky and Y/N quickly became friends! :)

One day Y/N was play-wrestling with Bucky, and he grabbed your side in a way that made them make a noise… but not a pained noise… a cute noise! 🫣

From that day on, it was AWFUL (amazing) being around Bucky…. He would take any chance he could to fluster or tickle you. He would be the type to take advantage of little stretches or when Y/N is busy/distracted doing something else.

Also, over half of the play fights turned into tickle fights! 🥰

If Y/N was bugging Bucky for attention or decided it was a good idea to mess with Bucky, there is a 98% chance it would end with tickles.

He seems like a very playful type! Expect teases like “What’s so funny?” And “Will you quit giggling? I’m trying to talk to you!” Also….. Bucky and wiggly fingers OMG, that man will do anything to make you also soft and giggly he would be in a play fight and pin you down and wiggle his fingers or smirk at you.

Even with Bucky being more playful, he knows when it’s too much, or you’re not in the mood.

Bucky is a big fan of cuddly tickles in softer moods! If Y/N and Bucky are relaxing after a mission or long day, he will give the best light tickles to keep a smile on your face while you two wind down.

(A cute little scenario that is very much Bucky tickle vibes)

Y/N looks at their phone and sees it’s already 11:30. Bucky hasn’t gotten out of bed yet because he was exhausted from a mission he got back from late last night, but still, this man needs to get his butt out of bed. Y/N goes to his room and sees the super soldier asleep in bed. They go over to him and started shaking him awake, but he wouldn’t budge, so they shook him harder. “Bucky, get up, you lazy old man!” Bucky still doesn’t budge. “Huh? Bucky?” Y/N says as they sit right next to Bucky on the bed. “Are you dea- ACK!!” Y/N gets cut off by Bucky rolling over on top of them. “WHAT THE HELL!? Bucky!!” Y/N says as they smack his arm. Bucky is trying so hard not to giggle and “stay asleep,” he still has a tight smile on his face though.

Suddenly, Y/N feels two arms start to scribble on their sides. “Heheeyy! BuhUHKY!” Y/N laughs out as the Bucky begins scribbling on their ribs too. “GEHHETT OHHFFF YOU JEHHERRKK!” Y/N screeches out as Bucky digs into their hips. Bucky giggles a little and starts fake snoring. With all the tickles, Y/N can’t do much besides laugh. But after a little while, they manage to squeal out a “BUCKY!!” before dissolving into giggles again. Bucky finally lets up, and rolls over with Y/N on top of him, and traps them in a bear hug. “Yohhoouu suhhuuck!” Y/N says, letting out the remaining giggles. “Hey, it’s not my fault you decided to disturb my beauty sleep,” Bucky says as he kissed Y/N’s head.

(Credit to the gif owner)

Also thank you so much @the-gingerbread-lee and @cantsaythetword for help with editing and confidence to post my first request ❤️

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romanestuffsposts · 1 year

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I love snowy nights and nature 🥺 can you do a weekend out in a cabin?

Thank you so much babe!!! ❤️

Hi there love! 💜

Thank you for the lovely request. I hope you like how i turned it ❤️

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Warnings : lots of fluff, pet names, tickles, playful, cuddles, snow, a nice week-end in a beautiful cabinet

Pairing : Daddies!Stucky ; Daddy!Bucky x Papa!Steve x Little!Reader

Summary : a lovely weekend with your daddies in a cute cabinet on a snowy periode

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Your head is taped against the window of the car. Your eyes wander around the trees and the landscape which was green and full of colors before. You smile at the grass carpeted with a white blanket of snow and the trees that are dressed in a long white coat

You giggle and kick your legs when you see people playing in the snow. Even if it's cold, you love playing in the snow with your daddies. They always make sure you're warm and when you go back home, they always make sure to give you the best hot chocolate of the world followed by snuggles.

So of course when they told you they booked a cabinet for the weekend in the middle of a beautiful winter landscape, you couldn't help but squeal and run everywhere. They probably told you a little too soon but who cares ? Now you're here, in the car who is driving you to your dreamy weekend.

"We're almost there, little one" your Daddy's voice rings from the front of the car making you more than happy. You can't stay still. You have to get that energy out of your body. It's been a week now that you're running everywhere and even with the warnings of your daddies you just couldn't help yourself.

They told you to go slowly because you would get tired for the weekend but who were they kidding ? You can't get tired because the excitement is keeping you up and will do his work during the entire weekend

You smile more when the car stops and you hear your daddies's door close once they're out of the car. You watch your Papa walking to your door. He looks down at you through the window and winks at you. He opens the door and removes your seatbelt. He helps you get out of the car and smiles when you jump on the snow.

You laugh and run to your Daddy who is already carring the bag inside ignoring the warnings of your Papa. You run past him and jump infront of the front door. You turn on yourself, jump on your little feet and sing to yourself while you wait for your daddies.

You would go play right now if you could but your daddies found that you weren't dressed warm enough so you have to go inside to change your clothes. Your daddies thought you would be tired too after the long drive. But now they start to think they were wrong

"slow down, little monster" Your Daddy laughs as he reaches you. He gets out the keys to open the door. You groan impatiently "can't, Daddy. wanna pway" you whined tapping your foot on the ground. Bucky sighs as he opens the door "I know, little one. We'll go out soon" It's been one week they hear the same words going out of your mouth which make them go crazy.

You run inside and your jaw dropped when you gaze the inside of the cabinet. The precious wood sends a charming and friendly atmosphere around you. With every breath you take, the smell of wood makes you shiver. You smile and turn around to see your Papa walking inside the cabinet "that's really charming here" he smiles looking around "let's set everything up and get ready for playing outside" he says winking at you

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"ready ?" Your Papa asks looking down at you. You peer up at him and nod excited. You look back at the white view infront of you, waiting patiently for your daddy. You feel your Papa's hand squeezing yours, telling you that it won't be long.

You're almost drooling, as if the snow infront of you were an huge ice cream.

You whined when your Daddy take too much time getting ready. You're about to turn around to call him when two strong hands grab your waist and you're lift in the aire. You squeal and gasp, you wrap your hands around the wrists relied to the hands who are holding you. He lifts you up to rest your belly on his shoulder. All you can do is laughing and squealing.

You know it's your Daddy. Not everyone has a cool arm like him so when he lifted you up and you felt something cold you know too well, it was ovious in your little mind that it was your daddy

"Daddyyyy" you giggle as he runs around in the snow with a arm around your back to hold you. Steve smiles and takes a few pictures of the moment before giving in and come to you.

"Who is daddy ?" your daddy's voice sounds under you "I'm not this daddy" he says deepening his voice "I am the famous," he starts talking slowly knowing that this teasing is making you more giggly ", tickle monster" he finishes with a teasing smirk. He sats on the cold ground and rests your back against his chest. His hands quickly find the way under all your clothes and his claws starts to play with your sensitive belly and sides

Your giggles are quickly replaced by loud laughters as you squirm under your daddy's attacks. Steve smiles at the interaction of his two favorite people. You kick your legs and fight your daddy's hands with yours "Papaaaa, helpppp" you laugh, trying to find your Papa.

Steve was already on his way. He tackles Bucky on the ground before quickly standing up. He runs to you and lifts you up in his arms, ‘’we need to hide’’ he smiles when he hears your precious laughters. Bucky gets up and starts running behind you with a playfully look on his face.

‘’You tried to run away from the monster ?’’ He gasps chasing your Papa who is still holding you. You squeal when you look behind you and see your Daddy running after you.

Unfortunaly for you, your Papa tripped, on purpose or not, and you fall on the ground. The soft white cold sheet on the grass keeps you from hitting the ground too hard. Before you know it, your Daddy is above you and throws kisses all over your face "I gotcha" he mumbles between the kisses

You giggle along with the men beside you "I had to wait for a week to be able to do that because of your speedy mood so let me enjoy this" Bucky says before going back to press his lips all over your face and neck

When your Daddy feel you getting tired from the laughters, he slows down his attack but keeps his arms wrap around you. He swings you from side to side and rests his cheek on your head "take deep breathe, little one. You'll get your energy back in a few seconds" he reassures you.

You look up while taking deep breathes like your Daddy said, your eyes fall on your Papa who is looking at you with intensity. You smile at each other at the same time making you giggle a little. He winks back at you causing your smile to become more shiny

"Hey! I have an idea" Bucky says from behind you. You look up at him curious. He grins back down at you "How about we do a snowman, after that we can go back inside because it will be dark soon. We could have a delicious hot chocolate to warm us up after our good evening outside"

You frown "But we an't leave M. nowman awone"

Bucky chuckles and looks up at Steve at how precious you are. Of course for you the snowman will be alive once he's complete just like in frozen and your daddies love this part of you. They would never break that or take that side of you away from you.

"We'll come back to play with him tomorrow" Steve says looking down at you but you shake your head "he can be scawed of night" Bucky chuckles silently as he looks between you and Steve

Steve sighs is following by a smile "He doesn't like to be inside in the hot cabinet" he grimaces "Mr snowman would rather stay outside in the cold breeze of the night" He pecks your lips before standing up. He grabs your hands to lift you up and you start walking to find a good spot for your now friend

You turn around to be sure your daddy is following you and once you know he's behind you, you turn back around and grab your papa's hand. His fingers immediatly tighten around yours like every time you take his hand.

"Thewe!" you scream when you see a good place. Your daddies chuckle quietly because it's a random place like everywhere around you. You walk to the empty and calm place while smiling like crazy

You're alway happy to have new friends

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"Loot! he pretty" You smile jumping on yourself as you admire your hard work. Your Daddies are standing behind you, arms crosses, with grins on their lips as they change their gazes from you to the snowman to each other.

They cherish those moments. Being super heros doesn't only mean being cool and saving the world. It doesn't only mean taking pictures with fans and it doesn't only mean being on the news every days. It means being away from you, keeping you away from people, doing the wrong things to protect you. Not being there with you

They hate it. They love helping people but they hate it at the same times.

They'll do everything to have moments like this everyday

"He is beautiful, little one" Bucky says kneeling down, he smiles when you turn around to give him your best grin. "yeah!" you squeal "he so pwetty"

"Now we should leave him alone because he needs to get used to his new house. We'll come back tomorrow to see with him if he's happy here just like we are" Steve says resting his hands on your shoulders. You nod and accept the hand your Papa gives you and then the hand of your daddy after waving at your new friend.

You're the first to open the door of the cabinet and the same feelings than earlier came back to you. You take a deep breath from your nose and smile making your way to the couch.

It really smell like paradise here

You feel hands grabbing you and you're lift in the aire. It gave you the same sensations of earlier causing you to giggle. You look behind you once you're sat on comfy laps and giggle again when your daddy grins down at you

"Whewe Papa ?" you ask bitting the inside of your lip. You rest your back against his chest and close your eyes at the comfy feeling of your daddy. His fingers lift your shirt up and he starts to stroke your belly, just the way you like

You sigh in contentement. "Papa is making hot chocolate, beautiful" he whispers as he rests his eyes too. It was a long day and it sure will be a long weekend

But a long weekend they will love and cherish

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You take a sip of your delicious hot chocolate as you watch the fire Infront of you. What a good way to warmth you up, a good hot chocolate Infront of the fire with your daddies. The cliché of the weekend in a cabinet that everyone love.

The white blanket above your laps, your daddies’s hands on you and you against them. The perfect way to relax and enjoying the calm evening. It sure change you from the city, all the noises from there are far away from the calm you feel here and you love it. You usually feel uncomfortable when there’s too much noises around you while you’re in little space. You like the quiet, you like the calm who is flying around you, a calm that your daddies usually bring you just by their presence.

From time to time you Daddy hums a song who crosses his mind. Your Papa’s fingers dance from time to time on your skin while they keep stroking you. All of that make you feel love and good. It was worth waiting one entire week to have this moment.

You think about your new friend, you ask yourself if he’s not lonely outside. You understood he prefers staying outside but you still feel bad about leaving him alone. You look at the window who is near the snowman and an idea plopped in your head

You got your way out of your daddies’s snuggles and you walk to the window ‘’little one, what are you doing ?’’ Bucky says not bother to open an eye. Steve on the other way has his two eyes wide open to watch every movements you make

You open the soft curtain and smile when your friend’s face appears. You wave at him and rest at the window to stay with him, to show him he isn’t alone and he has a friend- you. Steve smiles as he understands your move and let you be, but still has an eye on you.

You start talking at your friend and start doing conversation. You try to make him come inside one more time but nothing work, he still doesn’t move from his spot. He really like his spot in the snow apparently.

It’s okay tho, tomorrow you’re going sledding with your daddies and Mr Snowman can come if he wants. But if he’s too scared then he can stay there and watch but at least he’ll be with you and you’ll be with him.

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‘’ fast or slow ?’’ Your Daddy asks as he grabs the sled. You grab the arms of your Papa around you and close your eyes ‘’fast!’’ You yell.

Thing wanted, thing due. You feel the cold breeze hitting your face who is the only part of skin who has the chance to see the outside world. Your grip tighten around your Papa who is laughing as he benches from side to side to move the sled. You feel like flying, you close your eyes and giggle at the rare feeling. It’s not everyday that you can go sledding,

You squeal when you reach the end of the descent, you quickly get up and jump on your feet ´‘again again again again!’’ Steve laughs and stands up ‘´alright get your butt in the sled, I’m walking us up’’ he winks at you and you lose no time to jump back in it. You praise your Papa as he goes up the hill making him smile. It’s usually them who praise you but it feel good to be praised sometimes too

‘’Can we ast M nowman if he want to twy ?’’ You ask looking up at your Papa. Steve peers behind him for a second before looking back Infront of him, Bucky starts to appear more clearly as he keeps walking ‘´we can but I think he’s scared, sweetness.’’

‘’I was scawed too but did it’’ you proudly say. You can do it with him and hold his weird hand if he want to. It doesn’t bother you at all

Steve chuckles at what you said just as he reaches Bucky making him frown ‘’why don’t you try with Daddy first and then we can see if he want to come playing with us ?’’ Steve proposes. You nod happily to try it with your Daddy.

Bucky kisses Steve on the lips before sliding in the sled behind you. He wraps his arms around you and blocks his feet so he doesn’t fall ‘’hands and feet inside the sled, please’ Steve annonces deepening his voice making you giggle impatiently.

‘’Ready to go faster than uncle Tony when he flies ?’’ Bucky whispers in your ear. You nod excitedly and grab the sides of the sled. You gasp when your Papa lets go of the thing. Bucky yells behind you for more fun making you yell with him too.

Steve watches you with pure love in his eyes. It’s little things who mean nothing to some people but how hard it make you happy.

You are exhausting your daddies. Asking them to do it again every time the sled stops at the end of the hill. They have super powers but it doesn’t mean they don’t get tired of a turbulent little one. You walk up for the last time for the day the hill. You say goodbye to every things you see around you, wishing you could see it again before going back home.

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‘´you need to sleep now’’ Bucky says as he lies down on the bed beside you. You snuggle closer to him ‘’we have a long drive tomorrow so you need to rest’’ he adds

You nod, sad that it’s already tomorrow you go back home. A weekend can go faster than you thought could. Of course it had to be this one

Bucky lifts your chin ‘’we’ll come back, baby. I promise’’ he says kissing your nose. You feel Steve laying down behind you and sliding closer. Two more arms are wrap around you and another warm body is press against yours. Steve kisses the back of your neck and closes his eyes

The calm of the sleepiness making its way doesn’t stop you from asking questions ‘’what about M nowman ?’’ You ask through your paci.

‘’He’ll stay here’’ Bucky says closing his eyes. That answer isn’t the good one for you ‘’no he an’t. He has to come wis us’’ you insist so Steve takes over ‘’sweetness,’’ he starts ‘’you know, if you want to come back and find everything you had fun with the next time we come then we need to have someone who watch it for us’’ he says stroking your belly ‘’that someone is Mr snowman’’

You frown "but i ill miss him" you mumble cuddling Bucksie. Bucky kisses your forehead "And i'm sure he'll miss you too, baby. You'll see him sooner than you think"

#@aagn360 #bucky barnes x steve rogers x little reader #daddies!stucky #daddy!bucky #little space #little!reader #bucky barnes #papa!steve #steve rogers #stucky x little reader #tickles #tickle fic #playful daddies #teasing

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alpine being one of those cats that doesn't like their owners partners. constantly scratching steve, screaming at him when he tried to kiss bucky and when steve and bucky are cuddling? instant death for steve. steve is a sweetheart and tries to buy earn the effection by treats and gifts but nope alpine isn't a dumb cat bffr.

#steve is all like buck buck i hate this cat but then bucky catches steve and alpine in a deep conversation one early morning and #steve is still being teased about it to this day ✋😔#anyways i love stucky and their beloved cat #and bucky loves his annoying ass boyfriend and bitchy cat<33 #stucky #stevebucky #steve rogers #bucky barnes #alpine #steve and bucky #bucky x steve #steve x bucky #steve/bucky #wht

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Mr. Barnes

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5,255 words P.E Teacher Bucky x Photography Teacher Reader

Bucky's got a crush on you, and everyone knows it, including you, but you've never accepted his advances for dinner until now: when you find yourself stuck in a storm and Bucky arrives just in time to save you, he takes you home.

There was without a doubt, to all the other teachers and to most of your students, that Mr Barnes had a crush on you. He was a handsome man, there was no denying that, but you weren't one to rush into a relationship solely based off of physical attraction. Now this had caused Mr Barnes to pop into your classroom and say hello every time he was on your side of the school:

You were sat at your desk, going through the examples of the photographer your class was looking into, when Mr Barnes slid into your classroom and had taken a seat. You stumbled over your words lightly, not expecting him to sit down.

"Nice of you to join us, Mr Barnes," you smiled politely at him.

"It's a pleasure to be here, Miss Y/l/n," he smirked, and the class snickered as they watched your interaction. You quietened your students down and swiftly moved on with your lesson. You were about to go through the editing method when you realised that the cards had been wiped clean, as it was a new year, and so you needed to take a picture of someone.

"Would anyone like to be the model for today?" You called out the class and watched as everyone sunk into their chairs, not wanting to be picked on. You sighed lightly and then your eyes landed on him, "Mr Barnes?" You asked hopefully.

"Hm?" He said moving to sit up.

"You've got a nice face; how would you like to be my model for today?" You questioned him, drawing no attention to the fact that you had complimented him, and you could have sworn that his cheeks tinged slightly pink. You raised an eyebrow at him awaiting an answer.

"Oh yeah, of course," his words falling out as he stood up and you walked over to guide him to the wall. He gestured to the floor, and you nodded your head.

"Yes, thank you," you mumbled and turned your back to him to face the class. "Now, what can you tell me about his work?" You asked the class, and, to your delight, a boy raised his hand. "Yes, Harry?"

"There's nothing behind the person."

"Yes, well done, how about the people's faces? What are their expressions like?" And a student raised their hand. "Addie."

"They're blank?"

"Very good," you congratulated them, "anything else you could tell me about the face... anyone?" You leaned to the side to look at the board, "Okay, I know that it's kind of hard to see on the board, but only the eyes are in colour the rest of the photo is in black and white."

You walked over to the other side of the class, the room erupting into steady chatter, to grab a camera and slotted in a card as you walked over to Mr Barnes. You looked up to see him watching you and frowned slightly, "Can you crouch a little, you're a bit tall." You mumbled and you heard him chuckle before doing so. You weren't even that short, only a half a head shorter than the man in front of you. "Thank you."

"Dinner tonight?" He whispered as you focused your camera. You rolled your eyes; he knew you were busy.

"No smirking or smiling, Barnes." You reminded him, ignoring his question as you took the picture. "That's good, thanks, now back to your seat." You beamed, a smile on your face because his eyes were perfect for the task at hand.

You had shown your class how to edit in the style of the photographer with the, very handsome, picture of Mr Barnes. His steely-blue eyes shining through at the end of the editing process and then you had told the class to take their pictures and start editing. Mr Barnes had slipped out, unnoticed by you.

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You stood, shivering, in the cold bite of the wind with a frown on your frozen face. You were on break duty and stupidly hadn't brought in a coat, to be very honest it wasn't your fault it was your damn weather app. This morning you had checked, and it had told you that it was going to be quite warm today, so you hadn't bothered to bring one in. What a dreadful mistake that was. And so, you stood there, extremely bored and extremely cold with your arms hugged around your waist. It would be over soon, you thought to yourself, and then you could finally slink off to the sanctity of your toasty classroom.

Now, Bucky was not on duty, but he was on his way to the P.E department when he saw you trembling from the corridor window. His eyes furrowed, where was your coat? It was freezing outside. There was no way he would allow himself to ignore you, so he took a detour to come and save you.

"Cold?" You jumped slightly from the sudden intrusion. Your ears had been so cold you hadn't heard anyone come up behind you. You gasped loudly and put a hand to your heart. Beside you stood, James Barnes.

"James," you breathed out. "Don't scare me like that." A smile already creeping up to pull at the corners of your lips.

"Sorry, sorry, didn't mean for that to happen." He smiled abashedly and scratched the back of his head. "Where's your coat?" He questioned you with concern and you looked up at him with a thin, awkward smile.

"I don't have one, the damn weather app lied to me this morning." You muttered, feeling betrayed and slightly ashamed by your foolishness. Unconsciously, you had drifted closer to him, so, when he let out a chuckle, you could feel him move beside you. Butterflies flew around your stomach realising just how close the two of you were. You felt him place a warm hand over your upper arm and heat instantly spread to your skin. You hummed quietly.

"Jesus, you're freezing, doll." He murmured, the pet name falling from his lips absentmindedly, and you could feel a blush begin to thaw your cheeks. His other hand rested against your other arm, and both began to rub up and down in attempt to warm you up. If you had no self-respect, your knees would have buckled right there and then.

"Don't worry about me, James, I've only got-" you brought out your wrist to check the time and was left stunned, "Ten minutes?" You cried out. There was no way you could survive out there for another ten minutes. He needed to get to class, or he'll be late.

"Would you like my coat?" He offered and you began to protest as he moved to take it off. "No, no, you're taking the coat, Y/n, you're going to freeze." He told you and hung it around your shoulders, his scent hitting you in the face. "Put your arms in," and when you did, you could already feel yourself begin to relax, the coat already so warm from him wearing it. "Better?"

"Better," you sighed happily as you turned to face him. There wasn't a way that you could have prepared yourself for the look that Bucky Barnes was gazing at you with. There were really no words that you could think of that would perfectly describe his look, except for the fact that he looked content. You smiled up at him, he really was a beautiful man, his steel-blue eyes staring into your own when they caught attention of some girls muttering from afar. And with that, the moment was over. A pink blush covered his cheeks as he played with his hands, dark metal contrasting pale flesh.

"Right, well I've got to go," he started awkwardly, "prepare for class." He patted you on the shoulder and, with haste, left.

Bucky's heart was pounding as he stormed through the corridors, the way in which he always did. You looked so good in his coat, and he knew that he'd think about that interaction for days to come.

Because you were on duty you were slightly late to your own class and when you walked in, you walked into a full class muttering as they chatted to their friends.

"Sorry for being late, class," you apologised as you slid off his coat and hung it on the back of your chair. You fumbled as you tried to quickly start up your laptop.

"Whose coat is that, miss?" A girl teased knowingly from the back of the class. You accidentally dropped the whiteboard cleaner, taken aback by the question.

"No one's." You replied instantly, bending down to pick up what you and dropped. You cursed yourself inwardly, you should have said that it was yours.

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It was finally the end of a very, very long week and you were exhausted. So exhausted that you had just nearly fallen asleep while you marking papers at your desk. Your head sore from where it had bashed against the table so aggressively.

You now stood at the bus stop, usually it would have been here around now, but it wasn't. Your car was in for repairs and your friends were all too busy on the other side of town to give you a lift. The week had been unfortunate to you and just as you sighed, just by some miraculous chance, you felt a drop hit your face. You looked up to the dark sky above when it started to get heavier and heavier until it was pouring. You swore as you rummaged through your bag, where the hell was your umbrella? Your efforts stopped abruptly and you scoffed. Your car. Of course your umbrella was in your car, why wouldn't it be?

You leaned, defeated, against the bus shelter, it's roof had been ripped off, not even a week after it had been replaced, by some odd group of teenagers. You checked the time once again, where was that bus? After a few minutes, you gave up on standing and sat down on the bench. It was too dark for your liking. Too dark and too alone for you to feel safe.

You were drenched to the bone when the rain had decided to calm down slightly. A sleek, black car pulled up beside where you were sitting and you bolted upright, fearing the worst, and ready to sprint. The window rolled down to reveal Bucky and you physically relaxed. Bucky was looking at you with concern, your hair sticking to your face and your clothes so wet they were dripping. You were staring at him when you realised that he was talking.

"Pardon?" You questioned as you shuffled closer to hear him.

"Get in!" He shouted so you could hear him over the wind.

"But I'm dripping!" You shouted back. "Your car will get really, really wet!" His eyebrows furrowed at you.

"The bus ain't coming, just get in." He ordered and you quickly walked over to the other side, eager to get out of the pouring rain. You pulled open the door and slid into the passenger seat beside him. The door slammed shut, leaving the row of the wind outside behind you.

"Sorry about your car," you mumbled sheepishly as you turned to face him. He shook his head and chuckled.

"Don't worry about it, doll, I've got a blanket in the back, but you're gonna have to take off that coat of yours if you wanna warm up." He informed and you nodded your head before unbuttoning your coat and slipping it off you with difficulty. Bucky leaned over to grab the blanket from the back seat and, as you buckled your seatbelt, you took a moment to admire his frame and you felt your breath hitch in your throat. Over the months of working with the man you had gained a steadily growing fondness for him, as well as a friendship.

He placed the blanket on your lap, and you wrapped it around your shivering body; you hummed at the feeling of the soft blanket and Bucky shifted into gear and turned out of the bus stop, eyes trained on the road.

"Thanks for saving me, Bucky." You smiled at him from the side, and he turned to meet your eyes for a brief moment.

"If I hadn't you would've been there all night, maybe even the whole weekend." He teased and you grinned and shook your head.

"I'm not that bad." You frowned, your belief in yourself wavering slightly, and Bucky raised an eyebrow at you as if to say 'really?'

"Hey, could you turn up the radio?" He asked politely and the quiet hum of the radio increased as you rolled the dial. The two of you sat quietly as you watched him listen in to the weather.

"Please get home as soon as you can, weather's really going downhill with winds reaching ninety miles per hour, a tornado may be on its way." No wonder it was so bad tonight.

"Do you live close?" He murmured.

"Thirty minutes away, at least," you replied with a shake of the head.

"Sleepover?" He questioned turning to you and you let out a laugh, never in a hundred years would you have thought that you'd hear Bucky put out the idea of a sleepover.

"Yeah sure, I wouldn't mind."

"Great, I can finally make that dinner I've been asking you on," he smirked and turned to face you, his eyes shining.

"Yeah, you can." You smiled and he smiled back before the two of you settled into easy conversation.

By the time you had arrived at his house, you had only just started to warm up. You left the car, still wrapped in his blanket and trudged lightly after him, ears stinging from the cold winds. You watched as he opened his door with ease and familiarity and pushed it open, standing to the side to let you in first, he was always such a gentleman. You smiled as you stepped inside, you heard the door click shut behind you and the light flick on when you felt a hand over your waist, guiding you further into his home. You could feel that all too familiar feeling in your stomach every time he touched you, gods, were you falling for the man. You felt him stop behind you and you stopped with him. You turned around to face him.

Bucky smiled at you and chuckled lightly at your state, hair and clothes drenched and wrapped up in his blanket, all because of the bus. How you've managed to survive on your own, he would never know. You frowned at him as he laughed.

"Oh, come on, Barnes, it's not that funny." You huffed.

"You would've been there all night, doll, drenched and cold, did you even have your phone on you?" He questioned teasingly.

"Yes," you answered him defensively. He grinned and shook his head.

"I'll go grab you a towel and some dry clothes, okay?" You nodded and thanked him. "You can... explore," he added before leaving you alone.

Bucky went straight to his sister's emergency stash of clothes when, as he was rifling through them, an idea formed. He thought back to when he gave you his coat and how much he loved seeing you in it. He felt himself blush lightly just by remembering how you looked; he could give you his clothes to wear, it's not like you'd know that you had another option. He chewed his lip as he thought, before he got up quickly and walked into his own room. He grabbed a t-shirt, a pair of joggers and a clean towel. He was about to go back down stairs when he remembered underwear. He pulled open a draw of his sister's and took them all. He shrugged, you had a selection to choose from.

When he returned, he found you in the same spot as when he left. He smiled and handed you the towel and his clothes.

"My sister only visits in the summer and I thought you'd like something warmer," he pointed out and mentally patted himself on the back for telling you at least half the truth of why he handed you his own clothes. "And umm some underwear," he presented the lot to you and your eyebrows lifted slightly in surprise. You weren't sure what he was expecting you to do, take one or take them all? Your hands were already pretty full so you decided on taking just the one. You picked one out at random and added it to your pile.

"Thank you for the clothes, Bucky, I really appreciate it," you told him genuinely, with a bright smile at how considerate he was.

"There's a bathroom just over there," he pointed behind you and you turned to see, "and a hot chocolate ready for when you come out?"

"Mmm yes please," you grinned, your eyes sparkling with excitement. He nodded and you left to get changed. He couldn't help but smile, goddamn it, you were cute.

Once the door clicked shut behind you, you dropped his clothes onto the toilet seat and began to undress. You felt sticky and gross and quickly dried your skin with the towel and your hair as best as you could before pulling on Bucky's shirt and trousers. You hummed happily, already feeling warmer than you had been. You caught yourself in the mirror and lightly gasped when you saw a slightly raised sore bump; you brought a hand to it and hissed as you were electrified with a sharp pain. You frowned at yourself, you hadn't thought that you had hit the table that hard. You left the bathroom with your bundle of sodden clothing and your feet pattered against the smooth wood as you made your way to the bright kitchen, illuminating against the dark corridors. Just as promised, Bucky stood by the counter, two mugs of hot chocolate steaming wispily on the table. You breathed in the scent of warm chocolate and smiled.

"What do I do with these?" You questioned gesturing to your clothes. Bucky came forward and took them from you.

"I'll put them in the washer, they'll be clean and dry by the morning," you nodded your head and thanked him, "there's socks and a hoodie on the chair if you want," he smiled before walking off.

Bucky's heart was pounding. When he saw you walk out, he swore he stopped breathing, you looked amazing in his clothes. He chewed his lip nervously, he didn't know how he was going to make it through the whole night, all he wanted to do was scoop you up and hold you and keep you close. However, that was probably weird, the two of you were friends, but he didn't want to be friends. He wanted something more, something special and precious. Not that your friendship wasn't, he just really, really, really wanted to kiss you.

As he threw your clothes into the washer a piece missed and fell to the floor and, as he bent down to pick them up, he realised what they were- your underwear. Now, usually Bucky wouldn't have thought anything of it; he would've picked them up without a second's notice and chucked them in with the rest. However, as he registered what they were he also took note of the material; lace. He felt his face heat up, tomato-red, and quickly picked them up and threw them in with the rest before slamming the door shut and turning it on. He took a deep breath and exhaled forcefully, and then his brain betrayed him, an image of you in them flicked past his eyes and his jaw clenched. Jesus fucking Christ. He needed to think about something else. Dinner.

When he came back into the kitchen, you were sat at the counter, feet covered with socks and bouncing to a tune he couldn't hear with his hoodie on and hands cupping a mug. He smiled, he could get used to seeing this, seeing you so comfortable in his home, and in his clothes.

"You look comfy, doll," he smirked as he rounded the counter and stood on the other side.

"I sure am," you smiled and took another sip, eyes watching his own as he stared at you.

"Hungry?" he asked, "cause I'm starting dinner."

"Starving," you replied. "Can I help?"

"Oh no it's okay, sit and watch, I'll put on a good show for you," he winked, and you chuckled. Where was all of this confidence coming from? "Bourbon?" He questioned as he brought up a bottle and gestured toward your drink. You shrugged, why not, and offered your cup to him. You watched as he poured the alcohol into your hot chocolate, and you swirled your mug to mix it in evenly. You took a sip and felt the mixture burn its way down to your stomach, a fire burning and keeping you warm from the inside-out. Bucky took a gulp from his own before replacing it with liquor.

"I've only got pasta, nothing too fancy, sorry, didn't know I'd find you lost tonight." He smiled amusingly.

"I was not lost!" You huffed and shook your head at him. He chuckled and moved over to the cupboard to get a pot and a pan.

Bucky did in fact put on a show, his expert chopping skills and ability to put something together was mesmerising. Conversation was aided with the slight buzz of alcohol, and you were having a terrific time, you could feel your heart pounding in your chest every time he looked at you with his brilliant steel-blue eyes. His hoodie was warm, but you didn't want to take it off, liking the feeling of wearing his clothes and the scent of him. Not long after, Bucky was plating two bowls of pasta and pouring to glasses of red wine. His cooking smelt heavenly.

"Where'd you learn to cook, Bucky?" You asked him as he sat down beside you. A smile stretched out onto his face.

"My ma. Taught me everything I know," he replied proudly and brought his glass to his lips.

"Aww a Mama's boy, one that knows how to cook and a pretty one too. It's a wonder how no one's snatched you up, Buck." You smiled. Bucky didn't know what to say and he felt himself shrug and take another sip of wine, his cheeks warm and his heart clenching almost painfully.

"Shut up and eat your pasta," he blushed, and you let out a laugh before shoveling a forkful into your mouth. You couldn't help the moan that escaped your throat as you took your first bite. Bucky felt his heart hiccup and he turned to watch you. "Thought you were making out with the pasta for a second, doll," he chuckled.

"I would if I could, Bucky, I would if I could," you nodded, you didn't know what you were doing, it was probably the alcohol talking, "but I could settle for the chef." You murmured with a cheeky smirk and returned to eating as if nothing had happened; Bucky didn't know if it had happened or if he was just imagining things. Fantasy or not, it didn't help his blush. You giggled when you saw his face and you brought your glass up to your lips. Bucky stared intently as he watched you lick the dribble of wine off of your bottom lip. He really, really wanted to kiss you.

Nothing else had happened for the remainder of the dinner, and after you helped him clean up. Bucky's sleeves were pushed up to his elbow as he washed the dishes, and you couldn't take your eyes off of his metal arm. Gods, it was sexy. You dried the washed dishes with a towel and put them away, only with slight difficulty as you didn't know where they went. His other arm was also sexy, muscles and veins running up the limb, you wondered what it would feel like to touch or to kiss.

"Bucky," you started, and you heard him hum, "where do the glasses go?" You questioned as you held the two in your hand.

"Up in the top cupboard on the left," he directed and pointed in the direction of the cupboard. You nodded your head before walking over, you opened the cupboard easily and you could see plates neatly stacked on the bottom shelf and glasses on the top. You put one down on the counter and stretched to add the glass to the shelf, however you found yourself not being able to reach. You let out a quiet huff as you relaxed from the stretching before trying again, and again, and again. Now, Bucky knew you wouldn't have been able to reach it from the beginning and he smirked to himself as he watched you try over and over again.

You stared up at the top shelf and sighed before attempting it one last time. The glass was halfway up when another hand wrapped itself around it from behind. Your head turned to the side to see Bucky, stretching over you to put the glass in its rightful place. You turned around, so you were facing him and muttered a thanks. Bucky looked down at you and smiled before taking the other glass, from the counter, and putting it back with the other. His top pulled up as he stretched, revealing a slither of his toned stomach. You couldn't help but blush at the position you had found yourself in. Trapped under Bucky as he loomed over you. Bucky took a very small step back when he was finished and smiled awkwardly as he scratched the back of his head.

"Movie?" He asked you quickly. "If you're not too tired."

"Oh no I'm not tired, a movie sounds great," you smiled and he lead you out into the sitting room. You hadn't seen this room before so you allowed your eyes to wander around the various items displayed. When you looked back to Bucky, you found him sat close to the end of the sofa, and as you moved to find a seat, he patted his lap.

Now, Bucky had no reason to expect you take up the offer, so when you did he wasn't fully prepared.

You chuckled at him when you saw the smirk displayed across his face as he patted his lap, and you shook your head with a smile as you walked over to him.

"Feeling bold today, Bucky?" You questioned as you climbed into his lap, sideways so you could lean against the arm of the sofa. You felt his cool, metal arm slide under your back to support you as you made yourself comfortable. Bucky shrugged to your question, his smirk still present oh his face. "So what're we watching today?" You asked as you looked up at him and you watched as his smirk softened to a smile.

"Not sure, doll," he answered you as he leaned forward, squeezing you with his body as he did. "Pick whatever you want," he told you as he passed you the remote.

"Anything?" You drawled out with a cheeky smile and Bucky furrowed his eyebrows at you. After a few seconds, he nodded his head slowly, unsure of his decision already.

"Yes.. anything," he replied sceptically and you couldn't help the grin that was stretching across your lips. You quickly found yourself scrolling to the Disney section and you heard a quiet grumble before you selected your chosen film. "Really?" Bucky questioned you as it started to play.

"Of course, it's like one of the best animated films ever." You replied frankly and relaxed as your eyes trained on the screen. Bucky looked down at you, comfortable in his arms, and smiled before focusing his attention on the bright colours flashing on the screen.

The two of you hadn't lasted long into the film; a lot more tired than you had thought, you had fallen asleep not even halfway into it and Bucky had drifted off soon after you. Bucky woke with a jolt and scanned the room quickly, his eyes stinging slightly from the bright screen in front of him. He watched as a helicopter flew past the camera, the mechanical whir of the blades causing his heartbeat to pick up. He scrambled for the remote and the tv shut off with a click. Silence. His head fell against the back of the sofa as he let out a shaky sigh, two fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. When his eyes fluttered open, they were already adjusted to the lack of light within the room, and they fell on your sleeping form; he felt his heart flutter and nervous butterflies fluttering in his stomach, crashing clumsily against the walls. He studied you, the rise and fall of your torso; he matched his breathing to yours, slow and steady, and he felt himself relax.

"You asleep, doll?" He whispered and instantly felt stupid for asking the question, of course you were asleep. You were splayed across his lap, hair out of place, his shirt riding up just short of exposing the smooth skin of your stomach. There was something so normal about the scene Bucky found himself in, something so comforting he couldn't quite place a finger on. He admired you for a little while longer, with a smile on his face, when he realised that if you stayed like that you would most likely have horrible back pain when you woke up. Stiffly, he placed one hand under the back of your knees and the other under your upper back and lifted.

When you woke up the next morning, you found yourself in a plush bed, the sun dancing patterns on the walls; you had thought it was a dream: you felt strong arms wrap around you and pull you close to his chest, your half-conscious state recognising Bucky and your own arms clung onto him. You felt the sharp intake of his breath and the journey through the house and up the stairs, Bucky pushed open the door to his guest room and carefully placed you on the soft fabric before pulling the duvet over you. His fingers brushed the hair from your face, and he hesitated for a second before pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. A light hum escaped from your lips, and he looked down at you, his eyes full to the brim with adoration. Bucky turned to leave once he had caught sight of the time, but he felt your hand move to his, your hand curling around his left and he felt his breath hitch.

"Stay with me," you mumbled softly, the sound moving barely past your lips; it was so quiet he hardly heard it, but the constriction of his heart told him that he hadn't imagined your words. He played with your fingers as he weighed his options, but that was the last thing you could remember.

You felt yourself frown at the thought of him turning down your barely conscious offer, however that was short lived because when you turned to your side you saw him. He was facing you, he looked peaceful with his eyes closed and his eyelashes touching his cheek. You turned under the duvet and rested your head against the pillow and closed your eyes. It was too early to wake up on a weekend anyway.

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