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Bucky realizes theirs nothing under your ghost costume.
Bucky enjoyed the Halloween party. Even though it was louder and bigger than the ones he and Steve used to sneak into when they were kids. Stark definitely threw big parties, and night had been no exception as Bucky was asked by Y/N to accompany him.
This was technically their first time together out in public as a couple. Bucky was slightly nervous about it, but with Y/N's reassuring words and the support of Steve and the others, he was confident enough to walk into the party, holding Y/N's hand as they walked around the tower.
Bucky removed the big hat from his head as they entered his bedroom. The party was over, so, Bucky invited Y/N to stay in his room. Even if it was only one flight up. Bucky looks at his face in the mirror. Black eyeliner around his eyes. Y/N said he would make a great mad hatter, and he had been right. Although, it didn't match Y/N's ghost costume with a mustache on the face.
The winter soldier looks at the white bedsheet behind him. "Ain't cha gonna take off that costume, doll?"
"Why don't you come help me?" Y/N said. "I think it's stuck."
Bucky smiled and chuckled as he walked towards the younger male and looked for something to grab on to. It was then his hands got too low and he grabbed something fleshy. Y/N moaned slightly as Bucky realized he grabbed his asscheeks. Skin and all.
It was then he noticed something poking between the legs of the ghost costume and Bucky realized what was happening. "You don't have anything underneath your costume, doll?" It came out low and husky. More than Bucky meant.
"I've been waiting for you to take it off me all night. I wanted to be ready."
"Ready for what?"
Y/N pulled the sheet off his head, and stood there naked. "For you to fuck me underneath the Halloween moon."
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Office Slut
Word count: 1,021
Warnings: 18+, blowjobs, face fucking, rimming, fingering, cumming in ass.
M/n: male name
E/c: eye color
GIF not mine
Kinktober 2022
“Steve, why don’t you fuck his mouth” “wait wait you and M/n have been having sex” “yea, listen why don’t we share him” “only if M/n is alright with it” you nod “so do you want to use his mouth or his hole” “I’m going to fuck his mouth” he began to undo his pants and walks closer to you, he raises your face so you’re looking up at him “you’re such a fucking slut M/n” “I know”
You open your mouth and watch as he slides his cock into your mouth, you watch as Bucky comes up towards Steve “does his mouth feel good Steve” he grips your head and begins to thrust his cock into your mouth “yeSs it feels so good” you watch as Bucky walks behind you. “Oh god so good” you feel as Bucky begins to lick and suck on your hole making you moan around Steve’s cock.
Your grip the desk under you from the pleasure Steve was giving you, Steve slowly removes his cock from your mouth “you're such a good slut for me M/n” he inserts his thumb into your mouth and you begin to suck on it. “Mhm Bucky” “yea doll?” “I want to taste you” “alright” he walks closer towards you and you open your mouth sticking your tongue out.
He slaps his cock on your tongue and slides his cock into your mouth, you watch as Steve begins to remove his clothes. He walk over towards you and Bucky “I’m going to fuck you know” he walks behind you and you feel as he inserts his fingers into your already losse. You let out a moan and watch as Bucky throws his head back, “you ready M/n?” “Mhm”
You feel as he slides his cock into your hole, Bucky takes this opportunity and slides his cock deeper into your mouth “shit M/n” Steve begins to thrust into you pushing you into Bucky. Bucky removes his cock from your mouth and looks down at you “you love taking our cocks don’t you M/n” “yes” you look behind you and watch as Steve throws his head back moaning.
He looks down at you and smiles “I wanna see your face as I fuck you M/n” he removes his cock from your hole and you flip yourself on the desk. He walks towards you and lays your legs on his shoulders, you watch as he sinks himself back in your hole making you lay your head on the desk “mhm Steve” he starts to thrust into you again.
You watch as Bucky walks over towards you and Steve, he pulls Steve into a passionate kiss making you moan. Bucky pulls away and looks down at you “you liked that” you nod and slowly open your mouth. Bucky inserts his cock back into your mouth.
You feel as he grips your throat and begins to thrust into your mouth, “ahhh M/n” you feel as the coil in your stomach gets tighter. You grip Bucky's ass pulling him closer towards you “shit, I’m gonna cum” you feel as your eyes roll the back of your head as the coil in your stomach finally breaks.
“SHIT” you feel as Bucky finally cums into deep in your throat, “ahhh” Bucky slot removes his cock from your mouth and leans down to look at you “you did so good for me M/n” he walks over to his chair and sits down and begins to watch as Steve f fucks you. You feel as Steve’s thrust become sloppy “You’re milking my cock M/n” Steve leans down and kisses you as he cums inside of you.
You pull him closer towards you, he pulls away and looks into your e/c eyes “I love you M/n” you smile and grab his face “I love you too Steve” “what about me M/n” you look behind Steve and smile “I love you too Bucky” you watch as he smiles. Steve begins to slowly remove his cock from your hole.
You feel as cum begins to leak from your hole, “fuck that looks hot M/n” you sit on the desk and watch as Buckys cock begins to get hard “someone’s exited” “wanna help me out with this?” He swings his cock at you, you get up and try to walk towards Bucky. Steve see as you are about to fall and runs to catch you “thanks” “you’re welcome”
He walks you over to Bucky and you sit on top of Bucky, you align his cock and sink all the way down. You grab his face and watch as he lets out a small moan, “you feel so good inside of me Bucky” you begin to move your hips up and down. You lean in to kiss him, moaning into his mouth.
He grips your hips tightly and begins to thrust into you at a fast pace, “ahhh Bucky” you throw your head back as Bucky thrust into you. You lean in and whisper into his ear “I want you to cum inside of me Bucky” you begin to kiss his neck.
You feel as he digs his nails into your hips “mhm I’m close M/n” he keeps thrusting into you and after a few seconds you feel as Bucky cums inside of you for the third time. “Mhm Bucky” you rise yourself off his cock and turn around to look at Steve.
You watch as he already has his clothes on, he walks over to you and Bucky and leans down to kiss you. He hands you a white card “how about you and Bucky meet me later tonight?” “Alright Steve” you watch as he walks out of the room he turns around one last time “I’ll see you later tonight”
He closes the door, you turn your attention to Bucky. “I had an amazing time Bucky” “I’m glad you did M/n” you kiss him one last time and get up to get changed “can’t wait for you and Steve to fuck my brains out later tonight”
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kinda in the mood for dad’s best friend!bucky (maybe even uncle bucky, if you will🫶🤭)
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Mint Ice Cream & Bubblegum Kisses - Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Summary: The winter season was usually slow and boring, but that has certainly changed now that they lived in the compound.
Word Count: 10.5K (Officially the LONGEST chapter)
Warnings: Fluff, Minor Angst, Major Pining, Alcohol Consumption, Winter Bashing
A/N: Heyyyyy sooo....it's been a while. November 2021, yeah? School took over and I lost motivation to write. So here we are after I've graduated and moved back home. Thank you for being so patient with me :)
This chapter was solely supposed to be just ice skating, but because of how long it has taken me, I've added some more things and it will be a long chapter.
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"I have absolutely no balance and I will fall on my ass," Y/N grumbled, tightening the laces on his ice skates. It was a sunny day and the temperature wasn't too cold. After days of begging and waiting, Angelica had finally gotten her wish to go ice skating on the lake. And here was her father, muttering curses under his breath about how bruised he was going to be by the end of the day.
"It'll be fine , man. Just takes some getting used to." Sam called from the edge of the ice, hands on his waist. He was smiling, cheeks and nose just barely red from the cold. "Angelica, you ready?"
Angelica nodded and carefully picked her way down to the ice. She took Sam's hand and stepped out, wavering immediately. She squealed and grabbed onto his arms to keep from falling. "Sam!"
"I've got you, kiddo. Get your feet under you. There you go." Sam chuckled, leading her further onto the ice while skating backward. He started to instruct her, keeping a hand on her to make sure she wouldn't fall.
"He's got nephews," Natasha bumped Y/N's shoulder as she finished tying her skates. He wasn't worried about Sam with his daughter, but he was glad that he made sure her skates were tight. "Don't know where he learned to skate, though."
"Sam was a hockey player in high school. Pretty good, too, if his sister is to be believed." Bucky held a hand out to Nat and pulled her to her feet. She smiled and muttered a quick thanks before moving to the ice. He extended the same hand to Y/N when he straightened up.
"Thanks. I haven't been skating in years so I'll probably end up on my ass more than I'll be on my feet." Y/N tentatively stepped onto the ice, hands shooting out immediately to gain his balance. "Yeah. This is not gonna go well for me."
Bucky snorted and followed him. He took a couple of strides out before turning around, stopping gracefully in place. "I believe in you. And if you fall, I'll laugh before helping you up."
"Oh, so kind. What a gentleman of your time." Y/N rolled his eyes but couldn't fight a smile.
"I'd do the same thing to anyone else. Maybe a little quicker if I was sweet on them." Bucky winked, digging his toe pick into the ice and pushing backward. "You need a hand getting used to skating?"
"Maybe? I'll manage, though. If I fall, I fall, y'know?" Y/N shrugged, taking his first step forward. It had been a long time since he'd last skated and in some ways, it was like riding a bike. He'd remember in time, but for now, he was just prepared to fall until he got the hang of it again.
"Then I'm gonna do a lap to loosen up a bit. Don't hurt yourself too badly while I'm gone." Bucky picked up speed backward before turning perfectly on his heel.
Y/N shook his head with a smile and slowly tried to find a rhythm. His legs already burned with the effort. He wasn't made to do this kind of exercise anymore. He'd say he was getting too old, but he really wasn't. He just wasn't the fittest or most active person in the world and he definitely didn't use his muscles this specific way often enough that he wasn't not going to be sore either tonight or tomorrow. It was a good thing they were still on break so he could spend the day under a heated blanket for his poor, aching muscles and joints.
Angelica was laughing with Sam and Nat as she was skating. She was all bundled up in her jacket and scarf, face half buried in the fabric. Her radiant smile could be seen all the same as it lit up her eyes and face. The scene looked like something out of a Hallmark movie with the sunlight on the ice and the frost on the trees. Warmth spread through his chest as he stood there watching, hands sunk into his jacket pockets.
They didn't have much family in the area that he was close enough to that they'd spend holidays together. Sure, they'd see each other for dinners on occasion but not regularly. Maybe a wedding or graduation on an odd year. And with his job in the past, they hadn't been able to travel to see the family he was close with since Angelica was very young. That's mainly why he relied so heavily on his daughter's friends and their neighbors. He wanted her to have a semblance of family around her. People who loved her and would be there for her achievements.
It was good for Angelica to have a more solid family. Each person around her had different experiences and lessons to give her. Different views would give her a balanced and unique environment. And if he were honest, Y/N was glad to have found a place among that family, too. Sure, they weren't blood, but not all family was blood.
And not all blood deserved to be family.
He sighed. Every so often, her mother would try to make contact. But the note she left when she'd walked out on them made it very clear she wanted nothing to do with their daughter. Usually, he quoted her own words from the letter (which was in a special documents folder along with Angelica's social security card and birth certificate) and that was enough to discourage her. But recently she was being more stubborn about it.
Persistent messages and phone calls. Emails. Hell, he even got a physical letter delivered to him the other day. She still told the same bullshit story that he knew all too well and by now, he just ignored it. But it didn't mean he wasn't drained from the constant reminder of one of the worst days of his life. He jammed the toe pick into the ice idly, lost in thought.
"Papa!" Angelica's voice cut through and he looked up. She was skating toward him, albeit a little unsteadily, with a bright smile on her face. She stumbled, holding her hands out in case she fell, but recovered quickly. "You gonna come out more?"
"What, you want me to say I'm gay?" Y/N joked, pushing off to meet her halfway. "Surprise."
"Not much of a surprise." Natasha circled behind Y/N, casually crossing one foot over the other to turn toward the group again once she slowed. Her hands were in her jacket pockets, completely confident in her abilities. Damn her for being so effortless with nearly everything she did. "It's a little obvious."
"She's right, you know," Sam said, making a full stop behind Angelica. It sprayed up some ice, making the young girl squeal at the cold. "But maybe I can tell just because I'm bi."
"No, no. It's just obvious." Natasha used her toe pick to push herself back slightly, then pull herself forward again. She had that smirk on her face that meant she was never going to fully admit what she was talking about, only using it as fuel to tease someone. He'd learned to read that smirk well and hated when it was turned on him rather than watching her continuously tease and harass Clint or Steve.
"I feel like I've missed something." Angelica narrowed her eyes, looking between the adults with the same adorable scrutiny she gave a particularly difficult math problem. Sam and Nat laughed.
"Okay, so you asked me if I was going to come out more. Coming out is a term used when someone discloses their gender or sexuality other than straight or what they were assigned at birth." Y/N explained. "So I asked if you wanted me to say I was gay because that would be me technically coming out more than I already was, even if it's not entirely correct."
"Oooh." Angelica nodded for a few seconds. "I still don't get it."
Sam nearly fell on his ass with laughter, flailing to keep his balance. Nat reached out to steady him, making sure he didn't actually fall while she giggled.
"You know what?" Y/N sighed in defeat, placing his hands on his hips in the typical Dad Pose. "Sometimes I think you're just bullshitting me."
"Papa!" Angelica gasped in fake offense, even going so far as to put her hand against her chest like a woman from one of those historical novels that fainted at even the slightest inconvenience. She'd recently taken on some characteristics from Elizabeth Swann after watching the films, which lined up well with her theatrics.
"You've got a mouth on you today, huh?" Nat teased. He did try to keep his swearing to a minimum around his kid, but she understood what words were okay for her to use and not to use. And given certain circumstances (and proper usage), he'd be lenient if she swore.
"Wait, what did you mean by it's just obvious ? Usually, people are shocked when I tell them I'm into guys, too." Y/N turned to Natasha, curious about what she'd say. She was highly trained, which went unsaid even among the team, and things she noticed were never quite obvious to others. But then again, sometimes it was the simple things that gave people away.
"Oh. Yeah, it's obvious by the way you stare at him." She raised a brow with that damn smirk, waiting for her words to fully sink in. The unspoken name hung heavy in the air, the implication even louder in the momentary silence.
"Who's staring at who?" Bucky's voice made Y/N jump and lose balance. Strong hands grabbed his waist as he fell backward, bumping into an equally as strong chest. Bucky chuckled, the sound rumbling against his back. "Sorry, darlin'. Didn't mean to scare you."
Y/N straightened up, face burning. Once he was steady on his feet and not at risk of falling on his face or his ass, Bucky let go and slid to stand by his side. This was not a conversation he wanted Bucky to overhear and it certainly wasn't one he wanted to have with Bucky. Hell, he didn't even want to have it with Sam and Natasha, especially in front of his kid. She could keep a secret, but only if it was good for leverage or blackmail.
Angelica had a great start at espionage and he wasn't prepared for the nuisance and problem this could become in her middle school and high school years.
"Y'okay, Y/N?" Sam asked, eyes flickering between Y/N and Bucky with a mischievous smile. He looked like he wanted to continue poking fun at him for his reaction or say something that would entirely give away what they were actually talking about. It seemed like Bucky had skated up just in time to only hear the last three words of Natasha's sentence, which was a miracle of the divine kind.
"Yeah, yeah. Just lost my balance and nearly had a heart attack, but I'm good." He gave Sam a pointed look as if he were saying shut the fuck up or I'll kill you . It must've translated because Sam held his hands up in surrender and kept his mouth shut.
"Papa, you never answered my question." Angelica pouted, drawing attention back to her.
"What was it?"
"Are you coming out more or are you gonna be a coward?" She challenged with her trademark shit-eating grin.
"Oh, you better run, you little gremlin," Y/N growled, starting to chase after his daughter. She squealed with laughter, barely staying in front of him as they raced across the ice.
Bucky, Sam, and Natasha watched them, all with bright grins on their faces.
"So, how long do you think it'll be until one of them eats shit?" Sam asked, folding his arms across his chest.
"I give it about thirty seconds," Bucky replied.
And thirty seconds later, a distant ah, shit could be heard as Y/N L/N tripped up on his toe pick and very gracefully hit the ice.
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Y/N straightened his jacket one last time. Tonight, he was taking his daughter to see the Nutcracker that was playing in a local college's theater, like it did every year. It was always put on by the same dance studio, in part with a few of the smaller ones. And every single year, it was wonderful.
"Bucky will be right down. He lost his right shoe and needed a second to find it." Steve shook his head, folding his arms across his chest as he leaned in the doorway. "Thank you, Y/N, for doing this. He probably won't say it, but it means a lot to him."
"Of course," Y/N replied. "Didn't want him to miss out and certainly didn't want to make him go alone."
"I appreciate it because as much as I love him, I can't sit through the Nutcracker anymore," Steve said with a grimace. "And as I said before, the holiday season is harder for him. This will be good for him. Every other time he's tried to see the show, something came up."
"Maybe it was fate." Y/N joked with a smile.
"Maybe it was. Have fun, you guys. I'm being dragged into a second viewing of the live-action Grinch with Sam, Clint, Wanda, and Nat. Did you know that they can pretty much quote that movie word for word?"
"Don't act like you can't, either." Bucky appeared behind Steve, tucking a stray strand of hair behind his ear. "Sorry for taking so long. Couldn't find my damn shoe and I believe it was Sam's fault, but I'm not certain."
"It's all good. Steve was just explaining that you've tried to see the show before but the universe stopped it from happening." Y/N subtly glanced him over. He looked...good in his formal wear. Unfairly good. If he were an artist, he would never be able to stop drawing the way Bucky looked right now as he stood with his hands in his pockets, his weight dropped onto one leg.
"Yeah, it's never worked out. But I'm happy it has so far. Knock on wood." He rapped his knuckles on the door frame with a crooked smile. "Where's the kiddo?"
"Getting her hair finished by the girls. She'll be here in just a second." Y/N glanced down the hallway to see if he could catch a glimpse of his daughter to estimate exactly how long it would take. He was hoping it wasn't much longer because they needed to leave soon.
"Have fun, guys." Steve pat Bucky's shoulder before leaving the doorframe back the way he came.
"Y/N, thank you for this. Genuinely. How much do I owe you for the ticket?" Bucky slid his wallet from his pocket, opening it and thumbing through some cash.
"No, don't worry about it. Consider it a gift from us to you." Y/N held his hand up, shaking his head slightly. "Seriously. And don't argue with me on this one. Just accept it as a gift."
Bucky stared at him for a moment, wide-eyed. He opened his mouth to say something - presumably argue some more because that was Bucky, Y'N had learned, but they were both interrupted by a young voice.
"Papa, how do I look?" Angelica swayed from side to side, the sparkles on her blue dress catching in the light. Her hair was intricately put up with some jeweled spiral clips. She even had a little bit of makeup on, which was completely age-appropriate.
"Stunning, like a little snowflake." He replied, smiling just as broadly as she was. She giggled and bounced on the balls of her feet, the slight heel of her shoes clicking on the ground. He held his hand out to her and twirled her under his arm. "You ready?"
"Mhmm!"
Y/N turned to Bucky, happy to see he'd put his wallet away, and, perhaps begrudgingly, accepted that this was a gift and not necessary to be repaid. He was smiling at Angelica, watching her as she twirled again to look at her gown in the light. There was a sad nostalgia lingering behind it all and for a moment, he wanted to say that Bucky didn't have to go with them if he didn't feel up to it.
But then Angelica went up to him, took his hands, and tried to dance with him. The melancholic look in his eyes faded as he led her into a simple waltz, humming a basic tune. Instead, the corners of his eyes crinkled up with a smile as she giggled, spinning under his arm. He pulled her hands together and gently dipped her, his smile somehow getting bigger as she squealed and clung to him.
"I won't drop you, sweetheart. Promise." He said before pulling her upright.
Y/N's heart skipped a beat as he watched, smiling just as wide as Bucky and Angelica. He wished he could show every single person who still viewed him as a threat or villain this exact moment between his daughter and Bucky. There wasn't even a singular thought of concern that Bucky could hurt her on purpose and he desperately hoped people would begin to realize that. He wasn't "evil" or a villain. He was a victim that was still healing and learning how to be himself again.
He slipped his phone from his pocket and took a few photos, making sure to keep the live option on. His favorite was a perfectly timed moment as she was spinning under his left arm, looking back at him with that impossibly wide grin, and her dress flared out. He was smiling, too, and it was obvious in the still image that he was laughing. It was a delightful picture that would certainly become his lock screen for a while.
"Alright, you two. Let's get going so we don't risk missing any of the show." Y/N hated to interrupt, but there was always time for them to dance another day. They had a show to get to and he'd rather be damned than be the reason Bucky missed on another opportunity to see The Nutcracker.
They split apart and Bucky bowed to Angelica, who giggled and curtsied in response. She turned and bounced toward the door, a little ball of sunshine to warm the snowy evening.
"Send those photos to me, please?" Bucky muttered, walking side by side with Y/N.
"Already sent 'em."
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The wind blew a chill straight up Y/N's spine, creeping under the layers of his jacket and shirt. The bell above the door chimed as he opened it, ushering his child into the shop before another gust could pick up. He shut the door behind him, shivering and stomping the snow off his shoes. Winter was a bullshit season because of the cold and wind. Once his feet and legs were cold, it was all over. He'd take forever to get warm again.
"Well, if it's not my two favorite customers in the whole wide world!" Pop waved as he noticed them, chuckling as Angelica waved enthusiastically back. She bounced over to the display case, looking at the new flavors and their descriptions. That was one of the best things about Pop's Shoppe and their homemade ice cream - they rotated new flavors depending on the season and everyone had their favorite that they looked forward to every year.
"Is that Angelica and Y/N?" A woman's voice came from the back room before she poked her head out to see. "Yes, it is! How have you two been, my lovely honeybees?"
"Leana!" Angelica ran up to Leana and hugged her when she came around the counter. "You're back!"
"Sure am, honeybee." Leana had a deep set of crow's feet at the corner of her eyes from a life of laughter and joys that revealed themselves in full when she smiled. She looked well, which was a good sign given how sick she'd been. She'd been out since the beginning of fall and although they didn't have any doubts she'd recover, they'd been concerned. "You been good for your father, I trust?"
"Mhmm!"
"She's lying. She's been nothing but trouble, causing mischief and being a nuisance." Y/N hugged Leana, chuckling when she squeezed him. "Though she is just an accomplice most of the time."
"Oh, is she now?" Pop leaned against the counter, looking at the girl in question. She gave him her mischievous grin, shrugging like she was innocent in the matter. "So, what can I get you on this cold day?"
"Whatever she wants. It's too cold to eat ice cream for me." Y/N placed his hand on the top of his daughter's head for a moment before shoving his hands into his pockets. "And I know we promised to bring Bucky along today but they had a mission come up last night and had to leave. Next time."
"Ahh, no hard feelings. He's welcome here whenever he's able to fit us in his world-saving schedule." Pop moved to get Angelica's usual order, slipping his gloves on and snagging the cup on the way to get the scoop.
"Bucky, huh? Who's Bucky?" Leana asked, leaning against the counter. She brushed a couple of stray braids over her shoulder. Her braids matched the color of her holiday apron, red braided into the grey of her natural hair. Angelica's favorite was the sunset yellow she liked to wear in the summer, sometimes with little bee and flower clips.
"James Buchanan Barnes. A coworker and friend. He's -"
"The Winter Soldier, yes, I know the name. I've been around for a while, honeybee." Leana interrupted, suddenly looking her age for a moment. "Never sat right with me how he got his citizenship back."
"What?" Y/N was hesitant to continue the conversation, now, with Angelica in earshot. Though, it seemed Pop was keeping her occupied well enough that she wasn't paying attention.
"Oh, that came out wrong. I meant the whole trial he had to go through to prove he was a prisoner of war and under duress. Ridiculous, really." She continued, shaking her head. It wasn't talked about often within the team or the compound, but the amnesty trial had been a big deal. A year later, Bucky seemed to have moved past it with some work but some people still hung onto it.
"Yeah, I...didn't really pay attention to it. Only when it landed on my desk when his lawyer needed information and it was my turn to dig." Y/N said. He hadn't worked on it often, maybe once or twice under Miss Lancaster's legal team. Not often enough to know more than the general public and not enough to draw his attention away. Even his coworkers kept it out of the office talk just because it was a touchy subject.
And totally not because everyone was scared of him.
"How's he doing, now, though?"
"Recovering, but doing well. Has some off days, but everyone does. We took him to see the Nutcracker last week and while there was some sadness, he had a good time." Y/N pulled his wallet out to pay for Angelica's ice cream now that she was seated happily with a snickerdoodle-flavored scoop.
"Tell me, what d'you think Bucky would like from the case? I'll get you a to-go container for when he's back. Consider it a present from us to him." Pop smiled, his nose and cheeks rosier with the added chill of the winter weather. He had a Santa hat on, really playing up on his resemblance.
"Oh, uh...that's a good question. I think the vanilla with caramel and cone pieces would be a safe option. I know he likes caramel." Y/N said, handing over his card to Leana to pay for the ice cream. She only charged him for Angelica's, fixing him with a stern look to deter any kind of arguing. This was why he always came back to them, even though it was further than other shops. They treated everyone like family and did favors for their loyal customers. And they were local, so it was a perfect relationship.
"Angelica, you almost finished? We need to get back soon. I've got to check in with Steve and Bucky to see if they need anything and you have homework." The adults laughed as she groaned, throwing away her empty container and spoon. "Thanks, you two. Take care. We'll see you next week."
"Bye, Pop! Bye, Leana!" Angelica waved from the door, bundling herself up again in preparation to brave the outside.
"See ya, honeybee. And hopefully, we see Bucky with you, soon. Drive safe and stay warm." Leana said with a sweet smile.
Pop handed Y/N the container, a note written on the top with his and Leana's signatures.
To Bucky,
Happy Holidays from Us at Pop's Shoppe. Hope to see you stop by soon!
Pop & Leana ♡
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"I love my kid, but it's too cold for this," Y/N grumbled, blowing warm air into his cupped, gloved hands.
"You'd be warmer if you moved around more." Natasha elbowed him, smiling as she watched the chaos unfold in front of them.
Tony and Peter were constructing a snow fort in preparation for all-out snowball warfare. Scott, Angelica, and Cassie were also constructing a fort across from the Team IronSpider base. It wasn't as pretty or optimized as theirs, but it was going to be functional for the insanity that was going to unleash when they were ready.
"Yeah, but that would also mean getting involved in that ." Y/N hitched his chin toward Team SuperWeird, comprised of Bucky, Steve, and Wanda. Unfair in his eyes, but that's just how the cards were dealt. "There's a reason I'm playing as an impartial judge with Bruce."
"Fair enough. Well, I better help those two. They need all the help they can get." She joined Clint and Sam at their base.
The sun was warm but didn't do much to combat the overall chill of the day. But it was perfect for a snowball fight, including the sticky snow that would make the ideal snowball. Bruce also had his hands buried in his pockets, his face tucked into his scarf to try and keep warm. It was a universal day off for everyone in the compound, which meant he wasn't allowed to be tucked away in his lab.
Thor and Loki had come to visit with Valkyrie, enjoying some downtime with the team for a couple of days. Thor and Valkyrie were happily constructing their own fort and stockpiling snowball ammunition for the fight. Loki was standing beside Y/N and Bruce with his arms folded, shaking his head in mild amusement.
"I don't believe I'll ever quite understand Midgaurdians." He said after a moment of thought. "But they are entertaining."
"We certainly are, huh?" Y/N smiled as his daughter squealed after Peter had snuck over and shoved snow on her neck. "You don't want to join?"
"No, no. I'm quite alright just watching for now." Loki wasn't exactly what he'd expected based on stories. He seemed to have mellowed out a bit and had some time to reflect on past mistakes. Or perhaps the events of Ragnarok had a strong effect on him. Whatever the case was, he was rather pleasant to be around, now. "It's not quite fair for me to join in, considering I'm immune to the cold."
"Ah. Yeah, that is an unfair advantage." Y/N shuffled his feet a bit, hoping to keep his toes from freezing by standing in the same place for too long. Although he was wearing multiple layers, the cold still crept in where it could. "You think they'd notice if I slipped away to get a warm drink?"
"Yes. They would. You wouldn't get three feet until Tony called you out." Bruce said.
"Well, it's a good thing I've come to deliver some warm cider." Pepper appeared beside them with a tray of thermoses. "Here you go."
"You're a lifesaver, Pepper." Y/N gratefully accepted one, the warmth spreading through his fingers and down his arms immediately. He took a tentative sip, considering it was still very hot, and hummed happily as the heat trickled through his chest.
"And one for you, Bruce." She passed another one to Bruce, earning the same praises. "Would you like one, Loki?"
"No, thank you, Miss Potts." Loki smiled, looking rather fond for a brief moment.
"It's actually Stark, now." She corrected, returning the smile.
"Oh, my apologies, Missus Stark. Congratulations." He inclined his head cordially.
"Thank you. But really, just call me Pepper. There's no need to be so formal." She touched his arm gently like she did often with everyone, a friendly and comforting gesture she was known for. "If you three need anything, just text me, alright?"
"Of course, Pepper. Thanks again. I'll take videos of Tony getting his ass handed to him by Steve later." Bruce said from behind the rim of his thermos. And with that, she was making her way back inside, away from the snow and cold.
Y/N was jealous, but now he had a warm drink so he was at least placated for the moment. He checked the time on his phone. There were thirty seconds left on his timer for their allotted fortress building time. After that, they'd have two minutes to prepare their ammunition before the first round of battle would begin. The timer chimed loudly and everyone immediately stopped piling snow and started creating snowballs of varying sizes and shapes.
"Of the current competitors, who do you believe will be the best?" Loki asked, crossing his arms.
"Bucky's been trained as a sniper, but Clint has insane accuracy. Wanda has her abilities and Steve has enough spite to be good at just about anything." Bruce tilted his head in thought, watching everyone frantically stockpile ammo. "Sam and Scott are at a disadvantage, but will probably be good in their team. Tony and Peter work together a little too well, not to mention Peter's enhanced senses."
"So, what you're saying is that my kid and Cassie are going to get absolutely demolished by the superheroes around them." Y/N laughed, knowing all too well how this was going to go. It's mainly why he was staying on the sidelines and avoiding the conflict.
"Oh, totally. That's exactly what's going to happen and it's going to be glorious." Bruce grinned before burrowing back into his scarf. The second timer went off and everyone came to a halt. "Alright, everyone. The round begins in three...two...one...go!"
Snow flew immediately, headed in every which direction. Laughter rang into the air, along with some cussing when people were hit. They were good about not getting close to the bystanders, some landing just at their feet but never hitting them. It was entertaining to watch the different strategies each team had, though most of it seemed to just be sheer chaos. Firing wherever in hopes it hit someone.
"You're going down, Romanoff!" Wanda shouted just before a snowball went flying at Natasha, propelled by her powers.
"In your dreams, Maximoff!" Natasha yelled back after barely dodging the projectile before throwing her own. It nailed Wanda straight in the chest faster than she could blink.
A stray snowball came flying by, hitting Loki square in the stomach. He doubled over slightly, the wind knocked out of him for a moment. Murderous intent took over his eyes as he scanned the field, trying to decide who had thrown it. Valkyrie was snickering behind her hand and noticed she'd drawn his attention. With a determined roll of his shoulders, Loki joined Tony and Peter, set on revenge.
Y/N glanced at his daughter, who was grinning to herself deviously. She'd done that on purpose and somehow flew under the radar to avoid all suspicion. That little devil was too smart for her own good and he had no idea how he was going to stay ahead of her as she got older.
For now, he just shook his head and sipped his warm cider as everyone continued to pelt each other with snowballs.
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"I am not letting you have alcohol. Are you out of your mind?" Y/N stared at Angelica in bewilderment, holding his glass of champagne out of her reach. "You have some audacity, little miss."
"Aw, come on! Just a little sip?" She tried to give him her puppy dog eyes, but he wasn't budging. "Just a teeny, tiny, itty bitty sip?"
"You're lucky I'm letting you stay up, Angelica. I can still send you to bed. Don't test me." He replied, using the opportunity to also take a slow sip of his champagne. She pouted, glaring at him disappointedly.
Tony had forgone the large New Year's party that he usually hosted, choosing instead to keep it rather small with the team and their families. That didn't mean he didn't keep the extravagance down, considering this was the most expensive champagne Y/N had ever tasted. The decorations were certainly flashy, golds and silvers reflecting every light in the common room. The countdown was on the TV, muted so their own music could play.
"Maybe, if you're good, I'll let you have a sip next year," He said, eyeing her suspiciously when she got a little too excited about that. "No promises."
Angelica continued to grin far too wide for his liking before bouncing off into the crowd to find Peter and May. He shook his head, watching her as she disappeared into the kitchen. She was always a handful, but sometimes she seemed especially difficult to deal with. He loved her dearly, though, and it made moments like this more endearing than annoying.
"She reminds me of myself when I was young." Wanda came up beside Y/N. She was wearing a nice black gown, rather simple in terms of attire Tony required, but it suited her well. Especially with the fabric fading into a bright red near her knees and the beading around the waist. "Too smart for her own good and always looking for trouble."
"I can hardly believe you were looking for trouble," Y/N said in a warm tone. He could believe it, but he was teasing her.
"Well, I wasn't usually the one looking for it. My brother, Pietro, was usually always finding himself in trouble. I was always getting him out of it." She laughed softly, eyes crinkled and light with fond memories. She missed him, he knew. His memory lived on through her, though, and all she did with the Avengers. With Tony's recovery foundation, he started an outreach program specifically for those affected by what happened in Sokovia and named it after Pietro. "Vis likes her a lot."
"Seems to be a common feeling with everyone," Y/N replied, giving her a brief side-hug. Her nose crinkled up happily, squeezing him back with her free arm. "How's your training going?"
"Oh, it's...going. Tiring, but Stephen is pleased with my progress. There's so much I didn't know I could do that he's taught me to control." Wanda, as if to show how much she'd learned, raised her hand and swirled some of the red mist around her fingers. It morphed into a little kitten that bounded across her knuckles, swatting at an equally tiny butterfly. It jumped to catch it, succeeding, and they both disappeared in a flourish.
"That was delightful." Y/N applauded her, laughing as she curtsied. "It's always nice to catch up with you."
"And you, too. Let's talk more often. Well, seems the countdown is going to begin shortly. I need to find Vis." She untangled herself from Y/N, but not before kissing him on the cheek.
Tony called everyone to gather around the TV with their glasses of champagne and their partners. The couples stood together and those who were single ended up grouping near the opposite side. Peter had Angelica in his arms, a glass of sparkling cider held carefully in one of his hands.
Sam, Bucky, YN, and May stood together. Clint was currently MIA due to a sudden mission, which he'd been completely fine with. This wasn't his favorite holiday in the world and he preferred to be making money somewhere else. The countdown began on the TV, the sound returning at the perfect moment thanks to FRIDAY. Everyone waited, counting with it as the new year finally turned over.
The room filled with cheers and the couples shared a customary kiss. May hugged Y/N immediately before moving to Bucky and Sam.
"Happy New Year," Sam hugged Y/N tightly, leaving a kiss on his cheek before he pulled away. He turned to Bucky.
"Don't kiss me or I'll kick your ass." Bucky threatened, accepting Sam's hug. Sam was grinning and tried to kiss Bucky's cheek, only to be met with the palm of his metal hand turning him away.
Y/N laughed, careful not to spill any of his drink as he embraced Bucky. It was immediately a comfort, enveloping him entirely in his arms. His cologne was soft and musky but by no means overpowering or too strong. Bucky swayed them slightly before pressing a quick kiss to his cheek.
"Happy New Year, darlin'." He muttered as he pulled away. His smile was dazzling and if not for Angelica suddenly hugging his leg, Y/N probably would've kept staring for much longer.
"Papa!" Angelica looked up at him and there was a mischievous twinkle in her eye. "Can I have a sip?"
Y/N was about to berate her for asking again when he paused and realized what was going on. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. The others were laughing brightly and he shook his head.
"You little shit."
Angelica looked triumphant as she took her sip of champagne.
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Bucky squinted at the back of the beer bottle, reading the ingredients. It honestly wasn't the best he'd ever had, but there was just a flavor he couldn't quite place. He shrugged and took another swig, not bothering to spend much longer thinking about it.
Sam groaned as he sat down on the couch, his own bottle in his hand. He sighed deeply, slouching down to get comfortable. He'd taken to hanging out with Bucky more now that Steve and Natasha were dating. It was nothing against either of them, considering they still had their Guys' Nights often. Usually, in their free time, the couple was together. Which left Sam and Bucky most evenings.
"I'm tired." Sam sighed, head falling back against the couch. "You feel me?"
"I feel you," Bucky replied. "I've been tired since 1927."
"That's oddly specific. What happened in '27?" Sam took a quick drink, having learned the Bucky's off-the-cuff comments sometimes took him by surprise. He had shot beer out his nose a couple of times because of that.
"Met Steve that year. Been running behind him, keeping him out of trouble since then." He stared into the distance, slowly bringing his bottle up.
"It's a full-time job, huh?" Sam raised his bottle again too.
"Amen to that." They cheered to each other from a distance before downing the rest of their beer. Bucky turned the bottle again to look at the label. "The hell is in this?"
"It's really bad, is what it is. Steve's no longer allowed to shop for booze." Sam leaned forward and set the glass bottle down on the coffee table. He settled back into the couch. "Alright, we gotta talk."
"About?" Bucky rested his head on the back of the couch, letting it fall to the side to look at Sam. He had a feeling what this was going to lead to, but he didn't have the energy to shut it down. He actually wanted to talk about it, if he were honest.
"Y/N. You. The kiss." Sam paused between each subject, letting them hang in the air and sink in. "You kissed him in front of everyone. So, what's the deal, now? You two on the down low?"
"No, not...no. We didn't talk about it. It was just a kiss and didn't mean anything." As much as he hated to say it, that's exactly what the situation was. He hadn't brought it up to Y/N and they'd not discussed it at all. And he hadn't acted any different afterward so he had no reason to believe that it affected their friendship any further than a moment to look back at and laugh about.
"How the hell did you ever make it as a spy when you're such a bad liar?" Sam stared at him incredulously.
"I wasn't allowed to talk," Bucky muttered, which gained a short bark of laughter. He smiled briefly.
"I'm gonna say this so no one else has to," Sam sat up, looking Bucky straight on. It sent a shock of nerves down his spine with how serious he suddenly was. "And I'm saying this because you're my brother, man. You need to talk to him. Give him a chance to say yes or no. Say you're interested."
"I don't wanna make it awkward. He's on the team and it's not exactly like we can just...distance from each other. His daughter is kinda my mini shadow half the time." Bucky turned away with a sigh, staring at the wall. He wanted to say something so bad, but the thought of causing tension in their close-knit team was enough to deter him. That kiss under the mistletoe at the party only deepened his feelings and settled them strongly in his heart. It was hard not to give in when away from the prying eyes of the rest of the world. "I don't even know if he feels the same way."
"James, listen to me. You will never know if you don't try. He and Kiera Roberts were rumored to be a thing and he cleared it up with her. She watched after Angelica when you were out of commission after that mission in Rome." Sam had that tone in his voice that he used when counseling veterans. The same one he used when helping any of the team through a panic attack or episode of some sort. "Give it a chance. Do something that it's just the two of you and see if he responds in a way that says he'd be interested. Then ask him to dinner."
"Nope. No way in hell."
"I'm only going to keep bringing it up until you do. Every day, every moment possible." Sam threatened.
"God, you're annoying." Bucky rubbed his hand over his face with a sigh. He was blushing just thinking about it.
"It's why you love me."
"Okay, okay. Fine. After the security meeting and we're back here...I'll do it." Bucky glared at Sam, finding he was smiling smugly. He looked like he was going to say something inappropriate or suggestive at any moment now that the serious conversation was over. "Not a word, Wilson. I'll still kick you off a damn helicarrier."
"I didn't say anything!"
"You were thinking it and that's bad enough!"
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"Okay, so remind me what this is about again?" Wanda turned in her seat to look at the other occupants of the box, flipping through the program she was holding.
"Orpheus and Eurydice except it's set in a Great Depression-like era and the music has a strong basis in New Orleans style jazz," Y/N said, glancing over the cast list as he turned the page in his own program. "The band is usually onstage the whole time and highlighted a couple of times."
"Not to be rude to you guys." Sam interrupted, motioning to Steve, Bucky, Natasha, and their other light-skinned teammates in attendance. "But why is Hermes being played by a white guy?"
"I thought the same thing!" Clint threw his hands up in exasperation.
"Alright, you two. Chill out. He's got a mile-long portfolio in his bio. Give him a chance." Y/N shook his head in amusement. He'd heard this Hermes perform in videos and while he wasn't Andre De Shields, he did a damn good job. "He's also from New Orleans, Wilson."
"All I'm sayin' is I've never heard of him," Sam grumbled a little more about the casting of the tour but settled down again after a minute.
Some of the team had time after a security conference in D.C. to see Hadestown and do other touristy things. Sam, Clint, and Y/N had convinced the rest of their small group to join them at the show, saying that they would enjoy it. With nothing else to do and no reason to argue, Steve, Natasha, Wanda, and Bucky joined them to see the touring company.
Angelica had not been happy when she'd heard they were seeing the show without her. In fact, promising to take her to see it on Broadway was the only way to get her to speak to anyone other than Peter for four days. She was a stubborn child who knew how to use that to her advantage when she really wanted it. He didn't feel bad about giving in because he'd wanted to see the show with her in the first place, but the opportunity to see it on tour happened before they got the chance.
The lights started to dim as the cast and orchestra walked out. Everyone checked to be sure their phones were off. The cast settled in their places and Hermes clicked his heels at the edge of the stage, gazing out over the crowd. He took a deep breath, clasping his hands together with a smile.
"Aight."
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Sam turned around at intermission with an embarrassed smile.
"Is there something you would like to say, Samuel?" Y/N tilted his head innocently as the house filled with chatter, the lights still slowly coming up.
"I would like to recant my statement about this particular white man playing Hermes," Sam announced to the group. It sparked some laughter and he waited for another moment to continue. "He opened his mouth and I realized my mistake. I apologize. I was wrong."
"Yeah, he's good." Clint sighed, a bit begrudgingly. "But that Persephone-"
"I know !" Sam and Clint quickly fell into a discussion over the actress playing Persephone, singing nothing but praises for her and admiring the dynamic between her and Hades. Natasha chimed in when she found it necessary, mentioning something about the Fates.
Steve and Wanda were looking at the stage, talking about the lighting and how it had affected the scenes. Set design came up shortly after, and they delved into the moving parts and pieces of the two-story structure and rotating stage.
"Remind me again what the myth is?" Bucky leaned over to ask Y/N since the rest of their companions were occupied. "The details escape me."
"We're halfway through so it'll get to the main part of the myth in the next act," He replied, checking his phone for notifications. His daughter had sent a goodnight text, which he responded to with a picture of Wanda and Steve geeking out over the stage design. "But the basics are: Orpheus lost Eurydice and ventured into the Underworld to bring her back. He has to convince Hades and Persephone to let her go. Upon an agreement, they leave together but Orpheus cannot look behind him or she'll be dragged back to the Underworld for the rest of eternity."
"And he looks behind him. I remember now. I'm interested to see how they play this out. By the way, the music is so damn good." Bucky said, which made Y/N laugh. "Seriously, it's a great show so far."
Y/N turned to him and it was like time stopped for that moment. Bucky had that crooked smile that made his heart flutter, his eyes soft and crinkled up at the corners. He glanced between the rest of the group and the intel specialist, amused by the enthusiasm and different topics everyone focused on. But when he finally turned his gaze entirely on Y/N, it felt like the entire world had disappeared.
As a group, they had decided to dress up a little. Nothing too fancy, but on the edge of more than casual. And he looked good in his dark long-sleeved shirt and blazer. The jacket had been a gift from Sharon Carter as a way to welcome him back into the good graces of the CIA. It fit him very well, showing off his wide shoulders and broad chest. Those dark jeans, too, had to be illegal somewhere because of how tightly they hugged his strong thighs.
"Y/N? Didja hear me?" Bucky was talking and that snapped him out of his trance.
"Sorry, sorry. I'm a little tired. Got lost in thought for a second." Y/N covered, sheepishly ducking his head to hide any blush that could possibly be seen. His face was certainly warm. "What'd you say?"
"I asked if you had a favorite song." Bucky didn't make him feel any more embarrassed, luckily, sliding past it like it was nothing. The question made him pause for a second, head tilted in thought.
"I prefer the live album's version of it, but Epic III will always be in my top three. How Long and His Kiss, the Riot are up there as well. Our Lady of the Underground is number two, though." Y/N rambled, tucking his phone away. He liked a lot of the music in the second act, but the whole show was incredible. It was impossible not to nod his head or tap his foot when any of the songs came on when he was working. "But I have a question for you, now."
"What's up?"
"How hard is it to make you cry?"
"Uh, pretty difficult. But what will get me, without fail, is a repeated motif that is either now sad when it was happy before or a call and response that is now just a call or response." Bucky responded.
"Oh, hon. You might want to have some of Wanda's tissues." Y/N grinned both in sympathy and anticipation. A perfect victim for this show, it seemed, as that was the driving stake through the heart about the ending.
"Steve is gonna need them way more than I will," Bucky said as the orchestra returned to the stage.
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"It's you - it's me. What the fuck , Y/N?" Steve turned around after the final bows, tears streaming down his face. His language shocked everyone for a moment. While he wasn't the cleanest normally, he usually didn't drop a casual fuck. "You didn't say it would be this sad!"
"It's Orpheus and Eurydice! What did you expect?" Y/N retorted, raising his hands in defense. "We tried to warn you!"
Wanda and Natasha were dabbing at their eyes carefully to not smear their makeup any worse than it already was, checking each other and fixing the damage. They were laughing through their tears at Steve's reaction and Wanda offered him a tissue. He took it with more force than necessary, a bit of sass slipping into the movement.
"He's got you there, Stevie." Bucky sniffed, drying his face with his sleeve. He gratefully accepted a tissue from Wanda. "But, man , did they have to do both the repeated It's you, it's me and the opening song?"
"Aw, that's part of the fun, though! Showing it's a loop!" Sam laughed, wiping the final tears from his eyes. "So, on that note of the depressing and soul-crushing ending...anyone want to grab dinner?"
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Y/N watched the fireplace flicker, the warmth of the room comfortable. He curled up under the blanket, finding his place again in his book. There hadn't been a lot of time for him to read during this holiday season, so this quiet evening was the perfect time for a book. He had decided to reread The Princess Bride after their movie night. By now, because of work and life, he was only halfway through.
But really, as much as he wanted to read, he couldn't focus. He wasn't alone in the room and that's what was becoming the distraction. Bucky was also curled up under a blanket further down the couch, scrolling on his phone. The light from the fire illuminated his profile and cast warmth over his face. It had to be a crime of some sort for him to be that attractive when doing nothing. And it wasn't like he was trying , either, which was unfair all on its own.
"Oh, hey. Do you mind if I put on some music? The quiet is just...a little too quiet." Bucky said, breaking the comfortable silence of the room. Everyone else had gone to bed already, some having to get up for a mission quite early, so it was just the two of them. His voice was soft like his intention wasn't to startle him.
"Yeah, go ahead." Y/N nodded, turning back to his book in hopes he hadn't been caught staring for those few seconds. It had almost been perfectly timed that Bucky had looked up just as he'd been staring longer than necessary. He found himself doing that more and more recently. After the Mistletoe Kiss at the party, it was harder to shove away those feelings and keep them under lock and key.
The TV powered on silently, connecting to Bucky's phone and soft music started. The playlist was a collection of some of his favorite 40s music and other songs that either had a similar sound or vibe. It was all fairly mellow and perfect for the atmosphere they had created. Relaxing, warm, and comfortable. A little space out of time that had no expectations or requirements.
Dream a Little Dream of Me queued up next on screen and Bucky stood, holding his hand out to Y/N. It took a moment for him to notice, given he'd actually gotten back into his book for a couple of paragraphs. A soft hey caught his attention and he looked up.
"What?" He narrowed his eyes slightly in suspicion, but couldn't keep his lips from starting to turn upward.
"Come dance with me." He offered with that lopsided smile that made his heart skip a beat. His eyes were glittering with a childlike and mischievous light. "C'mon."
Y/N couldn't find it in himself to say no, especially when he was looking at him with such affection. It took him off guard, truly, but in the best way. He marked his page and set his book aside before taking Bucky's hand. He moved the blanket onto the couch beside him as he stood, careful not to let it get twisted around his foot at first. There was a perfectly sized space in front of the hearth for them to stand with enough room to move without banging their toes on furniture.
Bucky pulled him in, his metal hand settling perfectly on Y/N's waist like it had when they were cooking together. Like it was the most natural thing in the world and that's exactly where his hand was crafted to be laid. His other hand was a gentle guide, pulling him into position. It was larger than his own, nearly engulfing it in its warmth.
"I don't...know what to do, to be honest," Y/N admitted, unsure of pretty much everything. The last time he'd danced with anyone had to have been prom his senior year of high school. Even then, it wasn't any good. Just the awkward sway dancing that teenagers did with their hands around the necks of their partners and hands on their waists at nearly arm's length. But Bucky had danced often in the past and was still a good dancer from what he's seen. He didn't want to disappoint or screw anything up.
"Well, you can put your hand on my shoulder or my upper arm. Don't have to do much with your feet. These slower songs you can just sway and do small steps to turn. I can lead, so just don't worry too much about that. If you want to get closer..." Bucky trailed off, brows raised slightly to fill in the silence and finish the offer.
"Maybe if I can be trusted not to step on your toes," Y/N said, resting his hand on his bicep, finding it somehow fits perfectly. Just like Bucky's hand on his waist. "We'll see. You might just throw me away when you see how bad of a dancer I am."
"This isn't gonna be difficult, I promise. If Steve can do it without stepping on someone, I'm sure you'll be fine." Bucky chuckled, beginning to sway with the beat. Once he had found the tempo, he quietly gave instructions on which foot to step with and counted until they both fell into synch. It was slow and casual and nowhere near perfect regarding technique, but it was perfect for them. There wasn't anyone to impress or perform for. It was just them, the fire, and the music.
This was nice. Pleasant. Y/N had never done anything like this with anyone. He'd never had the opportunity, nor the right partner. No one had ever just asked him to dance in the kitchen or living room to whatever song came on. It was rather intimate, in a way, and sweet with how Bucky held him close, guiding his steps and leading him with silent confidence that was comforting. His thumb was tapping lightly on Y/N's hip to the tempo of each new song so they could seamlessly transition without being off-beat with each other.
"So...getting closer...how would one do that?" Y/N quietly asked after a few songs had gone by and they'd fallen into a natural rhythm. If he was offering to get closer, he'd take the opportunity as it was and hope that it wasn't awkward. He was afraid that they would try and it would make things weird and then it all would be over. He'd rather keep his distance and not take a risk if it meant staying exactly like this.
"Either my shoulder or somewhere between my shoulder blades." Bucky guided Y/N's right hand around his side, gently pulling him closer. He used his foot to nudge his a little to be alternating. It reduced the possibility of stepping on each other. "Whichever you prefer."
Y/N settled his hand on his upper back, right between his shoulder blades, finding that this brought them far closer together than he had expected. But it didn't feel awkward or forced. It was all very natural, which eased any anxiety that he'd had. Under his fingers, Bucky's heart was beating steadily and it was reassuring that they were both comfortable.
Bucky's hand returned to his hip, sliding to the small of his back. He continued to lightly tap his finger to the beat, keeping them on tempo as they adapted to this new position. He brought their clasped hands up and pressed a delicate kiss to the back of Y/N's hand, lingered for a moment as they locked eyes. They glowed with a warmth that rivaled the fireplace, all edges of his face now soft in the flickering light.
Unable to keep eye contact without getting flustered, Y/N turned his head and found it was very easy to rest his cheek against Bucky's chest. He could hear and feel Bucky's voice as he resumed humming along to The Last Time I Saw Paris . It had been a long time since he'd felt this content. Working two jobs initially and raising a kid had been difficult. Then his high-security job at the compound made some more time for his daughter, but the workload was also hard to balance with his personal life. There had always been an underlying feeling of stress in every moment of his downtime, but that was very obviously missing.
The nice thing about Bucky's playlist was that it had music that he'd never heard before. There were the classics and well-known songs included, but there were some he'd never would've found if not for someone who either was really into music from that era or someone who was around when it was popular. A perfect blend of slower songs that were easy to sway to and some upbeat to keep some variety.
"I'm gonna spin you, darlin'. Take a step back for a second." Bucky muttered, shifting his hold on Y/N's hand.
Y/N did, spinning under his arm slowly. A soft smile was resting on Bucky's lips, just as soft as the look in his eyes. Warm adoration. It made his heart skip a beat as he stepped back into place, fitting right in Bucky's arms like a puzzle piece.
"Felt like you were a little jealous of your kiddo when I was dancing with her. Had to treat you just the same." He glanced down to their feet before pausing their steps. "Which means..."
Y/N squeaked in surprise as he was swept sideways, hand shooting up to grip Bucky's shoulder from behind. He was being supported around his waist as he leaned back further. "Bucky! A little more warning would've been nice!"
"I won't drop you, sweetheart." He murmured with a crooked smile and kept him in that pose for a few moments. True to his word, his hold never faltered and never made him think that he'd fall. He leaned in closer. Y/N's breath caught in his throat as Bucky pressed a soft kiss to his temple, lingering for another second as he spoke. "I promise."
Time didn't exist as they stood there like that, the song fading to a close and crossing to the next. They both broke into soft laughter, smiles matching as Bucky pulled Y/N upright. It was all so sweet and perfect, a little world away from the rest of everything.
Bucky kept their entwined hands close to his chest with a contented sigh. He held him nearer, resting his chin on the top of Y/N's head once they'd settled back into their positions. "Y/N?"
"Hm?"
"Would you let me take you out?" He asked, voice soft and timid. His heart was racing beneath his hand and in his ear. "Dinner somewhere or a walk in a park. Nothin' too fancy."
"I...would need to think about it," Y/N admitted, despite the fluttering in his stomach and the way his heart hammered against his chest. He did need to think about it considering the dynamics of the team and how closely they worked. But he wanted to say yes.
"Okay." Bucky breathed a soft sigh of what seemed to be relief. "Take however long you need. I'm not goin' anywhere."
And that is where they left that, choosing to continue dancing in the light of the fireplace. The conversation could be resumed another day when he was ready to provide an answer, but they were both content to hold each other close into the late hours until the playlist started again. For now, they swayed to the sweet voice of Ilene Woods.
So this is love. Mmhm. So this is love.
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We'll Meet Again (Vera Lynn, Sailors, Soldiers & Airmen)
I Hear a Symphony (Cody Fry)
I Don't Want to Set the World on Fire (The Ink Spots)
L-O-V-E (Nat King Cole)
At Last (Etta James)
La Vie En Rose (Louis Armstrong)
On the Sunny Side of the Street (Frank Sinatra)
Everybody Loves Somebody (Dean Martin)
Down By The Old Mill Stream (New Orleans Footwarmers) - Grandma Recommends (GM)
Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy (Andrews Sisters) - GM
When the Lights Go On Again (Vera Lynn) - GM
Don't Sit Under The Apple Tree (Glenn Miller) - GM
I'll Be Seeing You (Billie Holiday) - GM
As Time Goes By (Billie Holiday) - GM
I'll Never Smile Again (The Ink Spots) - GM
Fly Me To The Moon (Frank Sinatra, Count Basie) - GM
The Last Time I Saw Paris (Johnny Hodges) - GM
Singin' In The Rain (Gene Kelly) - GM
Sunflower (Frank Sinatra)
Asking Around for You (Joe Bonamassa - Nowhere in Particular)
Ma Belle Evangeline (Princess and the Frog)
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in the far corner of the forest I
Pairings: Orc!Bucky Barnes x f!human!reader
Word Count: 3,867
Summary: For the longest time, the kingdom has used Bucky as their number one fighter, forcing him to win their wars for them. The only thing he asked for in return after he was done was that they give him a wife, and they did. They handed him the orphan he picked on a silver platter; it wasn't like anyone would miss her. It would've been perfect if she actually wanted to be there though.
Warnings: drugging, sort of kidnapping, crying, a lil dirty talk, nudity, unwanted intimate touching, forced/arranged marriage. 18+ content.
A/N: I thought I'd start small and see what you guys think first before posting longer chapters. Please let me know your thoughts if you can and please enjoy xx💜💜
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“Don’t be dead already, dammit.” She heard a low voice mutter as she regained her consciousness bit by bit.
Her body felt so weak, her mind so fuzzy. Her head felt heavy as she turned it to the side with a groan, slowly opening her eyes.
The room she was in looked warm and kind of homely. It was a large room that looked like it was both a living room and a bedroom, only illuminated by the light coming from the fireplace and a couple of storm lanterns hung around.
“Ah, finally awake! How ya feelin’?” The rough voice asked her, now sounding louder.
She’s never sat up faster than she did when she saw the strange man standing at the end of the large bed.
Her vision went black for a second and her head hurt, but she fought to open her eyes, deeming it unsafe to close them with a strange man around.
Wait, was he even a man? Shit! Was that a metal arm on him?! He appeared to be wearing dog tags.
Has she been kidnapped? Arrested? But what for? She didn’t step into forbidden territory, did she?
“Are you—?”
“A real orc? Yeah.” He smirked confidently.
“And your arm…” she started, sitting herself up straighter as she cradled her head.
He only chuckled, feeding more wood to the fire warming them up.
“Is—is that—”
His smirk widened, “a real metal arm?”
She nodded.
The orc nodded back mockingly and her head was back to spinning.
She was alone, in an unfamiliar place, with a massive snow orc, who had a metal left arm.
It seemed surreal. She felt high; like she was dreaming or making everything she was seeing up in her head. Her mind must be doing an Alice-in-Wonderland bit on her.
“I need to go,” she whispered, more to herself than the stranger, trying to get her feet on the ground but the soldier tutted at her and she froze.
“Not gon’ happen.” He walked closer, watching her cute, little face twist in confusion and fear.
“What?” she asked dumbly, her voice small and shaky.
“You’re not leaving.” He stood before her, huge arms crossed.
“Please, I- I didn’t mean to trespass. I swear. I barely even leave the orph—”
“What are you talking about?” He raised an eyebrow, his large hand getting closer to try and touch her forehead to see if the sleeping potion gave her a temperature.
She immediately flinched, dodging his touch as she started panicking inside. She took a couple of steps back as she tried to rearrange her thoughts, but she couldn’t.
“I— how did I get here?” she asked, her voice sounding way more scared than she had wanted.
“You’re my bride,” the orc informed her with another smile, tusks glinting, and if she wasn’t so terrified she might’ve thought that was a happy smile.
The previous events rushed back to her mind as she remembered her encounter with the orphanage manager just days ago. So the woman did end up giving her to the soldier as promised. She didn’t protect her from that terrible fate.
The woman who had raised her just so easily put her to sleep and let some savage stranger collect her as his trophy wife even after she'd begged her not to.
“Who did you think an orphan like you was gonna marry? A prince? This is not a fairytale kingdom! I’m doing you a favour.” She remembered the woman’s demeaning comment and how she mocked her in front of the rest of the girls.
“No, no.” She shook her head, tears pearling in her frightened eyes, “there must have been a mistake.”
“Oh, little human, quit whimpering. There’s been no mistake; you’re my mate.” His big thumb swiped across her chin. “I have you now and I’m never gonna let you go,” he told her with longing she didn’t understand.
His words made the dam collapse as she burst into tears, loud sobs tearing through her chest as she hunched over and cried.
This couldn’t be her fate. She knew she wasn’t the prettiest or the slimmest of girls out there, but she didn’t deserve this. She didn’t deserve to end up as a reward for some metal-armed monster. She was a good girl, she’s always been good. She deserved better.
Why did it have to be her that they offered? Why did it have to be anyone? Everyone knew what he was and who he was and they still handed her over like she meant nothing.
“Shush now, enough crying. I don’t like the sight of puffy eyes. Come on, you’re ruining our wedding night,” the orc said, his expression bored as he started to take his heavy sweater off.
She wished she hadn’t looked up at him.
He was big. Huge. What wedding night was he talking about? Was he trying to destroy her? End her?
“What are you doing?” She trembled as the words left her.
He raised a suggestive eyebrow and she chocked on a sob.
“No, no, please.” She shook her head again, crying harder.
“Stop. Crying,” he warned, grinding his teeth and she stopped her wailing at once, swallowing the lump stuck in her throat.
“Much better. Now get yourself out of these clothes,” the orc demanded, his fingers hooking themselves under the hem of her oversized, handed down pullover.
“Please don’t do this.” Her heart was hammering in her chest, her eyes frantically searching for an exit.
“You have one minute to be standing bare in front of me or I’m gonna have you find out what I do to those who make me repeat myself,” he seethed, his eyes hard as they pinned her in place.
“I— I’ve never…” she muttered, her face growing hotter as she fiddled her fingers, “please, I can’t.”
“Oh, you’ve never been fucked, little human?” He teased her, his smile bordering on a smug smirk.
She winced at his vulgar language but nodded, “I’ve never been with a man, in any way.”
Tears were back to her cheeks again at her humiliating confession. She knew it was her last hope and if he didn’t have mercy on her because of that then nothing was going to stop what he was about to do to her.
“Never?” He asked again, circling around her just to see her tremble under his starved gaze.
“Never,” she whispered, feeling as uncomfortable as never before.
“That’s okay. I’ll teach you all the tricks,” the orc chuckled, playing with her hair and she could all but sob again, "I'm only half orc after all".
Was that supposed to be comforting?!
It just made her sob harder.
“What did I say about crying?”
“Please let me go.” She begged, body shaking with her sobs.
“No.”
“W—Why not? I’ll give you all I have if you let me out of here. Anything you want. Please.” She cried and pled although she knew she had nothing to give him.
“I have all I want right here.” He leaned forward to smell her hair, his huge arm squeezing her side almost gently.
If she wasn’t so terrified of what was to come next she would’ve seen the way he was looking at her like she was the most precious thing he has ever seen in his miserable life. Like she was an actual trophy that only he was lucky enough to win.
“Please—”
“40 seconds, little human,” he warned, his face scary and showing nothing but impatience and anger.
There was no way out of this, was there? The door was too far and even if she managed to get out, he would easily catch her and who knows what he’d do to her then. At least he’s asking ‘nicely’ for now. Nice enough for a rough snow orc with a metal arm.
Her hands couldn’t stop shaking as she grabbed her pullover and just stood there fiddling.
“Could— could you look the other way, please?” she pleaded, her eyes too ashamed to meet his.
The orc huffed before giving her his back and allowing her these few seconds of privacy.
He thought it was ridiculous though because he was going to turn around and see her anyway, but decided he’d try and be understanding just because it was her first night with him.
“You’re not wearing that many clothes,” he complained after a minute and she whimpered behind him.
He took it as his cue to turn around and when he did she was as naked as the day she was born, holding the large sweater to her chest, trying to cover up.
“Let me see you now, come on,” the orc cooed, licking his lips at the sight of what was exposed of her before slowly pulling the item of clothing out of her death grip.
She stood there shivering from both cold and fear, shyness gnawing at her insides as the brute’s eyes skimmed down every nude inch of her.
Hell, she was beautiful. Goddesses had nothing on his bride.
“Now why would you hide such beauty from me, hmm?” He bit his lip, taking her hand in his larger one, “come here.”
She choked on another whimper as he forced her closer to his body. She could feel the heat radiating off of his chest and it made her shiver more.
The orc’s rough palms massaged her arms before settling on her bare hips, holding her close to him.
“The name’s Bucky, just so you know what to scream,” he whispered in her ear, softly kissing the spot behind her earlobe.
He felt her tense in his hold and tried to ignore the way it made him feel.
“Please,” she tried one more time but swallowed the rest of her words when Bucky’s face showed irritation.
“I’m sure I can make you cry and beg just fine, little human. Stop wasting both outside of bed,” he told her, his voice firm and authoritative, making her wipe her tears away at once.
“Speaking of the bed, go lay down for me, will you, sweet thing?”
His soft tone scared her more than his harsh one and she didn’t know what was real. It still felt like a nightmare that she would wake up from any moment.
Every muscle in her body was taut, tense with anxiety. Her face burned with disgrace from being exposed like this for the first time in her life and not willingly either.
This wasn’t how her first time was supposed to be. She shouldn’t be forced into it, let alone with an enormous half orc who had no feelings for her and neither she for him.
She desperately wanted to cry it out, but squeezed her eyes shut before she could so Bucky wouldn’t scold her again.
He climbed on top of her, caging her legs between his as his muscly arms framed her head, supporting himself up.
It might’ve been her mind trying to calm her down, but she didn’t think she saw Bucky looking at her with lust. She was expecting to see nothing in his eyes but hunger, like a ravenous beast would look at a piece of meat, but instead she could see… admiration?
Bucky wanted to kiss her but thought against it and pressed his lips to her cheek instead, letting them travel down to her jaw so he could reach her neck.
“Please go easy on me,” she whispered her plea when she felt Bucky’s ‘thing’ poke around her naked thighs.
He was big. So big.
Even if she had had sex before this night, she knew no man could have been enough preparation for the size she was making him out to be.
Bucky didn’t reply, letting his lips kiss and suck on her neck and when he pressed them to her pulse point, he felt like shit about himself.
Her heart was beating like crazy, pounding so hard it must’ve hurt inside her chest.
She didn’t want it at all. She was clearly scared and if her heart was hammering like that he could only feel bad for making her do this.
Bucky pulled away to look at her, her eyes were shut tight, her body trembling still and her fists closed up by her sides as she desperately tried to regulate her breathing.
He let his hand touch her tummy and she quivered but didn’t try to move away. He kissed between her breasts and she whimpered in fear, quickly biting her lip after.
Bucky took a deep breath before gliding his hand up her leg, watching as she her teeth almost drew blood from her lower lip as she bit down hard to prevent herself from crying, panting through her nose.
When he reached her inner thighs she was digging her fingernails in her palms so hard she was sure she’d hurt herself.
Bucky tried to be gentle as he slowly slipped a thick finger up further to touch the cut of her.
She whimpered again but Bucky didn’t stop, dipping the tip of his finger in just a little bit to feel her. He could see her trying so hard not to close her legs as her thighs shook and she started nearly gasping, her eyes still tightly closed.
Bucky swiped his finger between her lips and she was dry as a desert.
She wasn’t wet for him at all. She wasn’t anything but petrified. Nothing about her told him that she wanted this.
Bucky took his hand away and sat back, letting out a sigh as he ran his big hand through his hair.
He didn’t care what the humans of the kingdom thought about him, he knew he wasn’t actually a monster. He thought he could do it even if she didn’t want it, but he couldn’t. He thought it was enough if he wanted and knew how to do it, but it wasn’t.
He knew he didn’t need love to make babies, nor did he need her agreement. But Bucky just couldn’t hurt her, not like that.
He could get her wet enough with his tongue, but he couldn’t find it in himself to force her into this, not on their first night and not in a million years.
He couldn’t set her up for a war she would lose with her own body when her heart and mind wanted nothing to do with him. He knew how big he was; he knew it would be torture for her if she didn’t want it.
Bucky hated that she looked so scared of him. He didn’t want to scare her further. Maybe at first he'd found it amusing, but for some reason that wasn’t the case anymore.
The way she was hiccupping and trembling under him was anything but a turn on.
He couldn’t go through with this.
“Get dressed,” Bucky said as he got up from the bed, pulling his own pants up his thick thighs, ignoring his hard cock.
“W-what?” She opened her eyes, her eyelashes wet with unshed tears as she stared at him blankly.
Was she imagining this?
“Now, before I change my mind.” He really didn’t like repeating himself.
“O-okay! Thank you.” She hated that he made her stutter so much.
Bucky gave her his back, putting his own sweater back on and she got up quickly, nearly stumbling off the bed as she reached for her underwear and slipped it on. Her pullover was next and when her head was through, she noticed Bucky standing by the door, watching her.
She went to grab her shoes but Bucky’s chuckle stopped her.
“What are you doing?” he asked, making her unsure again.
“Getting my shoes?”
“I can see you. Why?”
“So— uh.. so you could take me back?”
“Take you back where exactly?” He folded his arms again and she felt nervous as she swallowed, coming to learn that this was probably not a good sign.
“To the orphanage? I mean, you’re letting me go, right?” She sounded so hopeful, he hated it.
“No.” His definitive answer shattered her hopes.
“What? Why not?” She started to tear up again and Bucky found himself turning his eyes away from her distressed ones.
“You’re my wife, that’s why.”
“But it isn’t supposed to be me! Marry someone else!” She screamed, tears streaming down her face.
“But it’s you I have here. I don’t want anyone else. You’re my mate now.”
Mate? What was he talking about?! They didn’t know each other! And she wasn’t an animal!
“But you’re not mine!”
“I will never let you go and that’s the end of it.” Bucky’s growl shut her right up.
She stared at him in horror and maybe even contempt, but Bucky didn’t care.
“But you said get dressed,” she cried out her disappointment because she really thought he had had mercy on her and was letting her go, but it seemed like he only decided to postpone her torture instead.
“Don’t try to leave because I’ll find you anyway and if I don’t, well, you’d probably be eaten,” he told her, ignoring her comment before grabbing his axe and a lamp.
“Where are you going?” She wiped her nose with the back of her hand.
She might hate him but that didn’t mean she wanted him to leave her alone in the middle of nowhere.
“Gonna go get some more wood to get us through the night. There’s food and water in the kitchen.” She nodded and he opened the door and stepped out.
“B-Bucky?” It was the first time she said his name since the night started and the orc had no idea his name could sound so sweet.
“Hmm?”
“Thank you anyway,” she said, her hushed tone grateful yet laced with sadness.
Bucky only nodded before shutting the door behind him, locking it from the outside.
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Bucky found himself slamming his axe down on the wood more vigorously than usual. He had a lot inside of him and it had to be released. He couldn’t stop thinking about the way she cried and bit back sobs at his touch.
What’s happened to him? Bucky loved nothing more than scaring these pretentious humans of the kingdom! He found incomparable joy in the way they would cower down before his intense gaze whenever he would growl or flex his left arm. He had no problem talking them down, taunting them or even threatening them. So why on earth was it so difficult for him to continue to be like that to her?!
Why did he care so much all of sudden?! Why was it so hard for him to continue to be hard on her?! She seemed like someone who would follow orders just fine. Why didn’t he give her some?
Bucky picked her because she caught his eye. Because he deserved her. He deserved a bride and a family after all that he’d lost while fighting the kingdom’s people’s fights for them. It was the least they could gift him in return. A woman, a new life.
Another growl left Bucky’s chest as he slammed his axe down again.
He couldn’t go back to the cottage with a hard cock. He only had so much control. He needed to get it all out now.
This was going to be hard.
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She continued to cry after Bucky was gone. She wasn’t really thankful he didn’t rape her when he could have, she just didn’t want to fall under his wrath had she tried to argue further.
She was always so scared, of everyone and everything. Always bending to the storm and never fighting back. And look where that had gotten her…. A cast out orc’s wife.
Was that really how her fate was drawn? Was that what was meant for her after so many lonely years in the orphanage?
Her thoughts were cut off by the sound of the key turning followed by the cottage’s door being kicked.
She swallowed the rest of her whimpers as she watched Bucky’s arms enter first, a bunch of cut wood in them.
He was so strong. She was sure he could crush her skull with his bare hands if he wanted to. The thought alone sent yet another shiver down her spine.
Bucky kicked the door closed before walking to the fireplace and setting the wood pieces beside it. He put some inside to keep the fire alive before getting up and looking at her with a look she couldn’t pin down.
“Have you been sitting here the whole time?” Bucky asked her upon noticing how she was curled up on the floor next to the bed, her face streaked with dried tears and her nose and lips swollen.
“Y-yes.” Her voice was hoarse from the constant sobbing.
“You didn’t eat anything?”
She shook her head and Bucky sighed loudly.
He walked to the kitchen and she could hear a fridge being opened. Then a match was lit and something metal sat down on the stove.
A few minutes later Bucky was coming out of his kitchen with a large glass of warm milk. He looked at her as he put the glass on the table.
“I put honey in there to help soothe your throat.”
“I- I don’t want to. Thank y—”
“Come here and drink your milk.” One glare and she was scrambling to the only seat on the table before the steaming glass.
“Don’t leave one single drop in there,” he told her before walking to the wooden closet in the corner.
Bucky got himself something clean and comfy to wear as well as a towel.
“I’m gonna go clean up,” he informed her in case she needed to go to the bathroom but she only nodded so he went on his way.
She watched the door to the bathroom shut and let out the breath she was holding before standing up.
Walking around the room, she found a stack of papers on the smaller table by the window. One was their marriage certificate that she hasn’t even gotten the choice whether or not to sign. She thought about throwing it in the fire, but it would likely cause her more problems than she would want to handle at the moment. Under it was what looked like a contract that they made this orc sign. Her chest tightened and tears pricked her eyes again.
It wasn’t enough that they gave her to a stranger, but they’d handed her out to an exiled orc, signing contracts to close their deal of selling her. What had she done to anyone to ever deserve this?
The room was suddenly too quiet when she looked around again. The milk before her looked tempting and she was hungry, but the door looked better and she was entrapped.
She slowly walked closer as she could hear water running inside the bathroom and when she twisted the handle, the door opened. Just like that. Bucky had forgotten to lock it and now was her chance.
The thunder cracked outside once more as if in warning, but she didn’t pay it any mind. It was now or never.
Part II
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Sexuality Profile: Bucky
Mature Content below the break. Consume Responsibly.
Bucky Barnes is the biggest sweetheart, not only of your five daddies, but of ALL the clients you ever had in the past.
Your other daddies all assume positions of dominance and power, whereas Bucky is largely submissive.
But more so than submissive, you think of him as needy. He needs a lot of tender affection, reassurance, and care.
Bucky's one of those guys who goes to his sex worker in lieu of therapy. He's been through a ton of trauma and needs the comfort and safety you offer.
He's the shyest and most guarded of all your guys, it took a long time to get him to open up to you.
He has a massive service kink.
He brings you fresh flowers every. single. time. he visits you.
When he visits you, you always have him kneel and offer up whatever guns and knives he's carrying to you. It's more an act of trust and submission than it is about true safety.
He calls you "Doll," "Sugar," and "malyshka."
When he's feeling very submissive he'll call you "ma'am," and when he's even more submissive and open, he'll call you "mommy"
He can tend to regress during sex, though you'll never bring it up because you know he would balk at being told he exhibits any sort of "little" behavior.
You call him James more often than you call him Bucky.
Of all your guys, he makes the sweetest whimpers, whines, keens and mewls. It's equal parts sexy and adorable.
He was forcibly castrated during his time with Hydra, and has no scrotum or testicles, just a slightly looser bit of skin where they were.
He is extremely self-conscious about this.
When you first met him, he was impotent and only hired you to snuggle and have non-sexual intimacy.
Once you found out what the problem was, you told him about testosterone replacement patches. He was so happy, he cried.
He's been the most vulnerable with you out of all five guys, and as a result you feel the most tender towards him.
He first hired you right after his friend Steve left him. He was in a very bad place, at the time.
You play with his hair a lot.
He likes to have his arm off during sex. It's almost like a kink or ritual, for you to specifically take it off of him.
He's the only one of your guys who is uncut. And you love it. P in V sex with him feels better than with any of your other guys.
Bucky cares much more about your orgasm than his. He likes being told that he's making you feel good and that he's being a good boy.
He's often very desperate, needy, and flustered during sex, just whining and humping you like a puppy.
You give him a lot of oil massages, both for his back from how much the arm pulls on his muscles, and prostate massages.
Because of the serum, he's capable of having multiple orgasms with almost no refractory period. You love edging him until he's trembling and begging.
Lloyd and Kemp don't mind a finger during blowjobs, but Bucky really loves anal play. Pegging is something you two do fairly regularly.
And his one fantasy that he hasn't yet confided/fulfilled? Having you say his trigger words and controlling him but not hurting him at all, just taking care of him (He's already been "deprogrammed," he just imagines that as the ultimate level of vulnerability and intimacy with you).
If there's something you want to know about Sugar Baby and any of her five daddies, feel free to shoot me an ask!
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“headcanon: stronger!reader dating bucky”
content: nsft, bucky x reader, very slight d/s dynamics, gn!reader, dom!reader, sub!bucky, takes place post catws, no desc. of readers body (altho there is a mention of reader being very strong/able to overpower bucky, but how that comes about is open to interpretation)
word count: ~500
james ‘bucky’ barnes who has a bit of a crush on you since you’ve been introduced to each other
｡☆ﾟ…who sees you beat other men in hand-to-hand to combat and can’t help but admire you
｡☆ﾟ…who catches himself watching you fight, and wonders if you can beat him too
｡☆ﾟ…who ends up shyly asking you to fight him too, and who can’t help but feel happy when you beat him
｡☆ﾟ…who feels a strange comfort in knowing that you can physically overpower him
｡☆ﾟ…who is now more comfortable in accepting his feelings for you, since he knows now that you’ll be able to handle him should he “get out of control”
｡☆ﾟ…who catches himself imagining being praised by you, and finds the concept quite attractive
｡☆ﾟ…who ends up dreaming about you cooing at him and making him feel all pretty
｡☆ﾟ…who desperately wants you to make him feel like he’s good, and worthy of praise
｡☆ﾟ…who starts to spend more time around you, and who seems to enjoy it when you ask him to do things for you
｡☆ﾟ…who ends up giving you a bouquet of your favourite flowers and shyly asking you out
｡☆ﾟ…who beams with happiness when you say yes
｡☆ﾟ…who feels safe with you in a way that he has not in a long time
｡☆ﾟ…who slowly opens up more and more to you
｡☆ﾟ…who, after some time, has enough courage and trust in himself to sleep next to you
｡☆ﾟ…who hugs you whilst making sure that his left arm doesn’t touch you, because he’s still worried that you see him as some kind of monster
｡☆ﾟ…who whimpers when you start to gently kiss his left shoulder, and then carefully kiss all over the vibranium material of his arm
｡☆ﾟ…who catches himself getting turned on as you praise him
｡☆ﾟ…who quickly covers his mouth as you gently kiss his neck
｡☆ﾟ…who whines when you ask him to stop holding back his noises, but nods and does so regardless
｡☆ﾟ…who openly moans when you kiss his neck again
｡☆ﾟ…who unconsciously starts humping against your thigh
｡☆ﾟ…who twitches when you ask him if he wants you to touch him
｡☆ﾟ…who loses the ability to speak when you ask so caringly, and just nods and moans
｡☆ﾟ…who goes into total pillow prince mode once you gently undo his belt and carefully undress him
｡☆ﾟ…who just goes ‘please, please please, please…’ or ‘t-thank you, thank you’ or ‘i love you…’
｡☆ﾟ…whose words become slurred and interrupted by his moans and whines
｡☆ﾟ…who looks so happy once you push him over the edge - either with your mouth or your hands, he’ll be so grateful either way
｡☆ﾟ…who is insistent on returning the gesture, obsessed with making you feel good too
｡☆ﾟ…who feels absolutely elated when you allow him to, but also understands if you don’t
｡☆ﾟ…who looks up at you, a look of utter devotion in his blue eyes, hoping to satisfy you
｡☆ﾟ…who finally feels at peace when you both fall asleep next to each other
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addiction
his hands burn down your body, leaving a fiery sensation in its wake. you hate it. you hate the way you shiver when his metal fingers twist your nipple in a corrupted pleasure. you especially hate the way he smirks at you when you moan and whimper for more.
the way your legs wrap around his waist when he forces himself on you. ripping off your clothes in a lustful rage and having no regard for your consent, when he already knew you yearned for this moment.
this very moment when he wraps his icy and soulless palm around your neck and pounds into your cervix with no regard for the wellbeing of your intestines. like you could even focus on that while being intoxicated by his overbearing scent of sweat and desire. his eyes entrapping you in a sinful gaze.
you should be scared. scared beyond belief but you aren't. you aren't and that's what will make you hate yourself when you finally are casted out of his spell. but now. you are mentally and physically wrapped around him. for better and definitely for worse.
as you moan and scream when he beats against your womb, he can't help but let a dark chuckle slip past his lips. this shook you to your core but the twisting in your stomach gave you tunnel vision to his clear enjoyment and break in character.
one goal. one objective in your mind.
your vision is blurred when your walls squeeze onto him in an torturing orgasm. and for a moment there you had clarity. you had it in your hands, in your grasp. but you lose it when he licks up your neck like a starving man stuck in a mental state of war.
you hate him. you hate this. but like a moth to a flame, you know you'll go right back to him with open arms and open legs.
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Coming Soon...
Songs From the Wood
Forrest Dweller Wanda Maximoff x GN Villager Reader
Summary: Those who enter the mysterious woods and get off the trails are never to be seen again.
A party thrown by your former classmates ends up with you fighting for your life.
Warnings: ⚠️ 18+, minors DNI. Dark Themes, Shitty and Immature People, Consequences of Alcohol, Spiked Drink, Use of Weapons like Axes and Knifes, Some very Graphic Images (Blood, Injuries, Torture, Violent and Gruesome Deaths), Some Strong Language, Mentions of Cannibalism, Kidnapping, Stockholm Syndrome, Smut, Human Sacrifices, Marriage, Pregnancy.
AN: Reader has GN pronounces in this story, but has male genitalia.
You can't use or repost my work.
Let me know your thoughts!
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Forget Me Not Pt. 1
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: idk lmk if there are some I should add. Hospital maybe?
Summary: After an unexpected encounter with HYDRA, Bucky is left without memory of who you are.
*Not Proof Read*
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As soon as I heard the news I rushed to the hospital.
Everyone let me through, eyes filled with pity and knowing. A knowledge of something I don't know.
Steve sends me a sympathetic look, his eyes hiding what's to come.
" Y/N- " Tony begins, attempting to block me from the hospital room.
" Let me through, Tony. " I state tensely. What are they keeping from me? What the fuck happened?
" We need to talk first. " Tony continues to block me.
I push past him. " We'll talk after. I need to see him. " I argue.
" Y/N, listen to me. He's not the same. " Tony whispers. " He....HYDRA found him. "
I snap towards Tony. " What? "
Tony nods. " HYDRA found him on our mission. They...they wiped his memory. "
My heart sinks. " Completely? "
" Not completely. "
His words spark hope in my mind.
" He just...he doesn't know what year it is. He thinks he just got back from war. " Tony states softly.
I let out a shallow breath. " I want-I need to see him. Please Tony. " My voice shakes.
Tony hesitates. Pepper gently places a hand on his bicep, whispering something into his ear. " Fine. Just...he's not the same, Y/N. He's not the same man you knew. "
Tony steps to the side, allowing me to pass.
I step into the sterile white room. A blue sheet blocks my vision from seeing my boyfriend. The room is silent, the soft beeping of a machine playing as the only noise.
I pull back the curtain and am immediately met with the sight of Bucky. Stitches cover his arm and face. A nasty bruise sits around one of his eyes. His hair is pulled out of the way of his face. His breath is shallow from sleep.
I stand still, taking in the sight in front of me.
I'm surprised with Bucky lets out a small groan. " Steve? " He asks softly.
I shake my head as he opens his eyes. Confusion fills his face. " I'm not Steve. " I whisper, unsure what to say. How do you tell someone you're their partner of 3 years?
" Are you a nurse? " Bucky's voice sounds dry, like he hasn't drunk water in weeks.
" Buck, " Steve's voice replies from behind me. He places a hand a comforting hand on my shoulder. " This is Y/N. They're your- "
I cut Steve off, shaking my head. " Friend. " I interrupt. " You probably don't remember me, " Pain shudders through my heart while I lie. " But we hung out all the time. " I try to conceal the pain in my voice. " I...I just wanted to check on you. "
Bucky attempts to sit up. " I-I'm sorry...I don't remember you. "
" I know. " I send him a tight lipped smile. " It's okay. I don't expect you to. "
Steve's hand holds my shoulder a little tighter, as if he's trying to soothe me in some way.
" I'm going to go. " I turn away from the two men. I can't be here. Not now.
He has no idea who I am.
" Wait! " I hear Bucky shout behind me.
I don't turn around, knowing that looking at him will set the flood gates open.
" I'm sorry...I don't know what I did to upset you...I'm sorry I don't remember you. " Bucky apologizes.
I nod stiffly. " It's not your fault. " I rub my eyes. " I'm gonna go, you get better, Barnes. "
I rush out of the room, not wanting to see the man any longer.
" You didn't need to lie. " Tony shuts the door behind me.
" Tony, if he found out we were dating it would just make everything awkward. " I shake my head. " I didn't want to confuse him. He's got a lot to adjust to. Adding in a partner would make it ten times worse. "
Tony sighs. " What if he finds out? " Tony asks. " Won't he be pissed? "
I met his gaze. " He won't. He can't. Tell the others not to say anything. He needs to get better, this would make it worse. "
" What if it helps him? To know you're there for him? To know you've been with him this long- "
" He has Steve. Steve's been with him way longer than me. I'm still going to talk to him. " Maybe. " I just won't complicate things. "
Tony nods. " Alright, I'll let them know. "
I'm doing this for his sake.
Right?
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"There's only one bed." Bucky noted. They both looked at the bed that was barely big enough for one person, let alone two. It was a mission that the Avengers were on and Tony had booked rooms for everyone, but apparently he forgot that he booked a single bed instead of two for Bucky and Y/N.
Y/N sighed dramatically. "Tony's an idiot."
"He sure is." Bucky agreed. "So, how do you want to do this? I'll take the floor and you can have the bed?"
Y/N shook his head. "Nonsense. We can both be two mature adults about this. There's nothing wrong with the two of us sharing a bed together. Two bros chilling in a bed together five inches apart because they're definitely not gay." Y/N jokes.
Bucky blushed slightly at that. It's not the thought of lying with another guy that made him nervous. He's done that plenty of times during and before the war, but this time was different. Y/N was different. He was one of the few people that Bucky could be himself around.
He cleared his throat. "Right. So, I'm going to go wash up for bed." He quickly went to the bathroom as Y/N sighed and began to peel off his hero costume.
Bucky returned in a tank top and blue and white striped underwear as he looked at the sight on the bed and gasped quietly. There was Y/N, sprawled out on the bed like some sort of porno mag model in black briefs and shirtless body as he stared up at his phone on his back. When he saw Bucky, he smiled and blushed slightly.
"Hey, hope you don't mind me sleeping in my underwear?"
Bucky blushed and nodded as he tried to act like an adult and not some blushing teenage boy. "Of course, not." He walked towards the bed and got underneath the covers as Y/N joined him a moment later. The winter soldier noted that their legs were brushing against each other and so was Bucky's crotch on Y/N's ass.
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Office Sex
Word count: 1,044
Warnings: 18+, gay sex, blowjob, rimming, unprotected sex, daddy kink, fingering, Bucky calls you a slut and baby, Steve catches you having sex. Steve calls you a slut.
M/n: male name
L/n: last name
GIF not mine
Kinktober 2022
“You should get going Steve, you’re going to be late to the meeting” he looks at the clock behind him “shit, we are going to talk about this later” you nod and watch as he begins to walk towards the door “Steve” he stops as he opens the door, you walk towards him and fix his tie. He smiles and kisses you one last time.
You wait a couple of minutes after Steve is gone and walk out of his office, you walk down the hallway and feel someone pull you towards their body, you feel as they begin to play with your ass “wanna come to my office to discuss some important matters?” “Mhm Bucky I can’t” he leans in and places small kisses on your neck. “What would we be discussing?” “Something of great importance” “we’ll lead the way Mr. Barnes” “right this way Mr. L/n”
He begins to walk towards the elevator and the two of you walk in, he pushes the button with the number 3 and soon the elevator begins to move. You hear the familiar ding sound and the door open, you walk close behind him as the two of you walk out. He opens the door to his office and you walk in, you close the door behind you and you watch as Bucky leans on his desk as he starts to undo some of the buttons on his shirt.
You walk closer towards him and lean in to kiss him, he grips your hips pulling you closer towards him. You pull away from the kiss and look into his blue eyes, you remove your shirt and begin to slowly fall on your knees. You look up at him as you play with his growing bulge, “you wanna help your daddy?” You nod and begin to unzip his pants.
You slowly take his cock out and begin to slap it in your tongue “common be a good slut for daddy” he takes your head and sinks it on his dick, you look up at him through teary eyes. “That’s it so good for daddy” you begin to bob your head up and down and you feel as the grip on your hair tightens.
He sinks your mouth on his cock again and you watch as the throws his head back moaning, “I can’t believe Steve has been hoarding your mouth, you do such an amazing job at sucking big dicks” you finally take his cock out from your mouth and he looks down at you with lustful eyes. “Come here”
You get up from the ground and you watch as he clears a spot on his desk throwing some papers on the floor, he guides you as the two of you walk around the desk. He begins to undo your pants, he watches as your pants and underwear fall to the ground “Get on the table ass facing me” you do as you are told and get on the table.
You turn to look behind you and watch as he sits on his chair and skoots closer towards you, you feel as his hands land on your ass cheeks and he pulls them apart revealing your hole to him. You feel as his tongue begins to lick at your hole, you grip the desk as his tongue begins to enter you slowly.
“Mhm Bucky” he begins to eat your hole out like you were his last meal, you feel as your eyes roll to the back of your head from the pleasure he was giving you. “Ur so good with your tongue Buck” he pulls away from your hole and begins to insert two of his fingers into your hole, he begins to work your hole “want you nice and loose for me” you let out an ungodly moan as one of his fingers touches something inside of you. “riGht theRe” “here?”
He touches that same spot inside of you sending electricity through your whole body, “I can feel you getting tighter around my fingers, want me to replace them with my cock” you nod “use your words slut” “Yes daddy” “good boy” he removes his fingers from your hole and smacks it.
“Ahh” “bet you like that” he pushes his chair back and aligns his cock with your hole, you feel as he begins to slide in and grip the desk “shit, you feel so good around me” you feel as he begins to thrust into you, “mhm so good” “you like that” “yes daddy” you feel as he begins to to pick up his speed. “You better hang tight” you grip the desk tighter
You hear as his desk phone begins to ring, he picks it up and you begin to let out small moans as he hits your prostate. You feel as he grips your neck and pulls you back covering your mouth to silence your moans, “yes, you can let Mr. Rogers come see me” you feel as panic begins to set in, but that quickly disappears as the knot in your stomach tightens. “Close” “cum baby” you close your eyes as the door opens.
“Ahhh” you slowly open your eyes and watch as Stev walks in and closes the door behind him, “what the fuck it this” “StEve mhm” Bucky was still thrusting into you” “Come on Steve you can use his mouth as I fuck him” you slowly fall on the desk as Bucky’s thrust begin to get sloppy. He delivers one final thrust as he delivers his cum deep inside of you. He falls on the chair behind him catching his breath.
After a few seconds he gets up and walks up to Steve who is clearly hard, “Steve, why don’t you fuck him mouth” “wait wait you and M/n have been having sex” “yea, listen why don’t we share him” “only if M/n is alright with that” you nod “so do you want to use his mouth of his hole”
“I’m going to fuck his mouth” he began to undo his pants and walks closer to you, he raises your face so you’re looking up at him “you’re such a fucking slut M/n” “you know you love it Steve just look how excited you are”
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we have to watch black panther for my film class so i get to see my husband and talk about him
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Bucky as a Boyfriend Headcanons! (Part 1, Pre-dating)
Authors note: just so you guys know, these may be short but I will do more parts. Making longer entries will take more time because of school and work etc. so whether it’s Headcanons or fanfiction, this condition applies. Also, I will include a song in each of my posts that’s kinda like his feelings or messages to you. That’s why it’s there in case you’re curious. Sorry for the inconvenience but anyway, let’s get started!
Song:
So we all know this man is really traumatized. He tries his best and he’s slowly getting better. When he gets to the point of thinking he can be in a relationship and he starts flirting… you may not know it.
At first you just think he’s being friendly. He goes out of his way to show interest in you such as standing closer to you, asking more questions about yourself, etc.
He also may show he’s interested in you by doing things for you. Acts of service is one of his love languages and as much as people would disagree, I think physical touch would be another.
It’s because he’s not good at saying how he feels. Verbal communication is harder for him. He’s not as emotionally open but he will show it. He’ll do things for you, sticks up for you, hold your hand, cuddle etc.
But in the beginning it won’t be as noticeable because like he said in tfatws, he hasn’t done this in a long time and he has to get used to it again. He’ll go slow and it won’t be that noticeable.
Anyway, he will eventually work his way up to awkward but obvious flirting and most of it isn’t what he says, it’s how he says it, if you know what I mean. He’ll show it physically how he’s interested in you. Such as, looking you up and down, lip biting, etc. but Bucky being Bucky he would immediately second guess his actions.
“Sorry, that was really dumb. I don’t know why I did that.”
And then you both would laugh about it.
None of it felt pressured for you. It just seemed like silly flirtatious bonding.
When it gets to the point that it’s obvious and you know he likes you, he will be comfortable enough to take the initiative. He will, albeit awkwardly, ask you out on a date.
“So uh… I wondering if you’d be interested in.. going on a date? Um, with me..”
He would want to do something that you liked. He would be willing to push his comfort zone if it’s something you wanted to do.
“Heh, ice skating huh? Yeah, I’ve never gone ice skating before.. but yeah, we can go.” “No, yeah, it’ll be great.” he said chuckling at the idea of you both on the skating rink, you trying to teach him, and him trying to stay standing. “I can’t wait.”
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Hello Eli.
I love your Bucky stories.
Could you write something about Bucky and his boyfriend?
After Bucky returns from a long mission, Y/N surprises him with a romantic dinner.
Surprise!
Bucky Barnes x m!reader
Word Count: 1101
Warnings/info: use of y/n, reader is playfully cocky, Bucky and reader live together in an apartment, reader drinks wine, fluff hopefully, not proofread
Y/n frantically raced from counter to counter putting away the ingredients that were no longer needed. His phone buzzed harshly against the counter catching his attention, “Just parked, see you soon.” The message sends his heart into a frenzy. He glances around the warm, dimly lit room, a smile growing on his s/c face as the feeling of pride bubbles in his chest. He takes a small spoonful of the simmering, soft orange sauce, bringing it to his lips; his smile grows as the tangy, slightly thick substance melts on his taste buds.
With a final nod he sets the spoon back onto the counter. He grabs two wine glasses, white napkins (that thankfully arrived on time), and two white candle sticks. The items are neatly placed in their respective places, the wax from the candles rubs off onto his shaky fingers causing an uncomfortable sensation to run through his veins and up his spine.
The loud sound of the door unlocking broke through the quiet apartment, causing the male to jump and swiftly walk to the nearest mirror checking out his appearance, straightening out the suit that draped across his torso. He hears Bucky take a few steps into the main entrance before stopping.
The smell of spices fill the brunet man’s nose, partnered by the soft jasmine and neroli candle lit in the corner of the room, bring a strong sense of comfort to the older man. A confused smirk dances on his chapped lips, he drops his bags next to the front door. Walking farther into the apartment, curiosity turns to amusement when he realizes what his boyfriend has done.
“Darling…?” he calls out, slight anxiety naws on his brain thinking he has forgotten something important “What’s this all for?” He glances around in search of his lover.
The younger man comes out from around the corner, his nervous smile brightens at the sight of Bucky’s lovesick eyes, “Surprise!”
“I -” Bucky searches the other’s face for something, anything, “I’m sorry but I don’t understand.” He says defeated.
“Well, I know how hard you’ve been working and I wanted you to know how proud I am.” As y/n says this he slowly makes his way to Bucky like a fox stalking a brittle, white bunny.
“Thank you doll.” Bucky says feeling unable to comprehend how someone could love him this much.
Y/n takes Bucky’s hand in his own, leading him to the small table adorned in a white table cloth, a dark red overlay and a black runner layered on top. A bundle of roses and baby’s breath sit in a darkly colored vase, candle sticks and all one could think of sat across the placements on each side of the vase.
Y/n pulls out Bucky’s chair for him, laying a quick kiss on the elder's temple as he sits. “And after I can draw you a nice warm bath,” y/n says, dragging out the first word, “even bought you some bath salts and such.” He mumbles onto Bucky’s forehead before leaving another kiss.
Y/n goes to move but Bucky grabs his wrist gently tugging him down to his level, “I love you.” Bucky quietly gushed before planting a suave kiss on y/n’s lips.
“I love you,” y/n echoed, “now can I get the dinner I have just so lovingly prepared?” He jested, Bucky grinned back as he let go of y/n’s wrist.
Y/n walks into the kitchen for a few moments fixing up two plates with the orange pasta gently grating parmesan cheese on top of the dressed up noodles, elegantly walking back to the table and setting them down while softly spinning to go retrieve the deep, dark red wine, before pouring it into the two glasses, finally he pulls a lighter out of his pocket lighting the candles.
“Thank you, y/n.” The use of his first name caused him to glance up only to be met with a teary eyed Bucky.
Choosing to not embarrass the other y/n decides to go the humor route, “Thank me after you’ve tried it, lemme tell you I may or may not be the best cook to ever grace this lovely planet.” Bucky rolls his eyes lovingly at the e/c man.
Bucky is unable to hide his smile as he takes a bite, y/n’s eyebrow quirked up and hummed at the other man, “Oh yeah, I think you might just be.” He grins up at y/n.
“‘Course I am” y/n scoffs.
…
After a slow dinner Bucky feels the tiredness of the day, hell the last few weeks, start to overtake him. Y/n stands and takes the plates to the sink quickly rinsing them before placing them in the dishwasher, Bucky comes up to the other with the empty wine glasses going to wash them. Y/n grabs the glasses out of Bucky’s hand and puts them in the sink while softly scolding him.
“Let me take care of that.” Y/n uttered, “Your night isn’t over yet, come on.” Y/n leads him to the bedroom and connecting bathroom, he follows - content.
“Go to the bathroom and undress, I’ll be quick.” Y/n softly ordered, opening the closet to take out pajamas for the two of them.
“Well, I would say take me to dinner first but…” Bucky snickers.
Y/n rolls his eyes, “Just go.” Bucky puts his hands up and backs into the bathroom.
Bucky whistles eyeing what y/n put together earlier. He sits on the edge of the tub taking off his shoes, he then stands and grips the hem of his shirt pulling it over his head. Y/n walks into the bathroom immediately going to the tub turning on the water letting it run until it turns warm, on the hotter side. He slips the plug into the drain, gathering the supplies, sprinkling the salts into the water.
Once the water is all nice and ready y/n helps Bucky into the water. He steps away to turn on some slow jazz (particularly one album that Bucky listened to all the time when he was much younger), y/n kisses Bucky again right above the eyebrow, he stands to make his exit, both men laughing when his knees pop.
Y/n closes the door and makes his way back to the kitchen to finish cleaning up, and unpacking Bucky’s bags. He smiles widely at the thought of the man in the other room, listening to the very quiet music that drifted out through the home.
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Bucky: Are you an idiot!? Why the fuck would you go out there!? Do you want to be killed!?
Y/n: So what if I am an idiot!? You do the same thing!
Bucky: It’s different when I get out there!
Y/n: Oh really!? How is it different!?
Bucky: Because you're not allowed to get injured!
Y/n: And you are!?
Bucky: Yes!
Y/n: That's absolutely stupid!
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Sam: So how long does this normally last?
Steve completely done with the bullshit: They'll be back to normal after they've fucked it out of their systems.
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