and to all a good night
Dec. 22nd, 2022 04:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
semi_stableIt's been a very long time since Bucky actually celebrated Christmas. It was a big deal growing up, even if his parents didn't always have money for gifts. His mom always at least made them something, like a hand-knitted sweater for him or dresses for his sisters, and his dad always made sure to bring home a hearty meal, even in the toughest of times. It wasn't about the gifts, anyway. Bucky just loved the spirit of it all growing up, the giving and togetherness. He loved the way the lights looked twinkling against the snow, and having snowball fights with friends in the park.
And then came war, where Christmas meant extra whiskey and rations and little else. Then came everything after, where there was no Christmas at all.
Last year, his first Christmas in Darrow, his first in relative peace in almost eighty years, he didn't feel much in the spirit. He bought Bopp some new toys and got Chinese takeout for himself, but the holiday passed with little fanfare.
This year, though. This year is different. He feels himself getting into the spirit, and maybe it's because he has friends and a home. More than that, thanks to Loki and Sylvie, he has family again.
It starts on impulse, with him buying a tree when he passes a cheerful little lot in the city, and then realizing that he needs lights and ornaments for the tree. That leads him to him buying icicle lights to put up across the front of his house, Christmas collars for Bopp and Alpine, and some high quality hot cocoa mix.
He cuts himself off after that, and puts on some classic Christmas songs while decorating his little tree. It makes him happy, along with wistful and nostalgic and so homesick it makes him ache, but he enjoys himself. All he's missing now is his new found family, so he sends a text to the group chat he created with Sylvie and Loki.
Want to spend Christmas Eve at my place?
It takes some doing, but he manages to get Bopp and Alpine together and still in the same photo, sitting in front of the crackling fireplace and decked out in their sparkly collars, and sends that as well. They'll probably find it adorable and ridiculous in somewhat equal measure, and the thought makes Bucky smile.
And then came war, where Christmas meant extra whiskey and rations and little else. Then came everything after, where there was no Christmas at all.
Last year, his first Christmas in Darrow, his first in relative peace in almost eighty years, he didn't feel much in the spirit. He bought Bopp some new toys and got Chinese takeout for himself, but the holiday passed with little fanfare.
This year, though. This year is different. He feels himself getting into the spirit, and maybe it's because he has friends and a home. More than that, thanks to Loki and Sylvie, he has family again.
It starts on impulse, with him buying a tree when he passes a cheerful little lot in the city, and then realizing that he needs lights and ornaments for the tree. That leads him to him buying icicle lights to put up across the front of his house, Christmas collars for Bopp and Alpine, and some high quality hot cocoa mix.
He cuts himself off after that, and puts on some classic Christmas songs while decorating his little tree. It makes him happy, along with wistful and nostalgic and so homesick it makes him ache, but he enjoys himself. All he's missing now is his new found family, so he sends a text to the group chat he created with Sylvie and Loki.
Want to spend Christmas Eve at my place?
It takes some doing, but he manages to get Bopp and Alpine together and still in the same photo, sitting in front of the crackling fireplace and decked out in their sparkly collars, and sends that as well. They'll probably find it adorable and ridiculous in somewhat equal measure, and the thought makes Bucky smile.
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Date: 2023-03-03 04:47 pm (UTC)Her back arches slightly, pressing herself into Loki’s hand, Bucky’s mouth, and she wants to be touching them both so badly. Pinned to the couch by Bucky, though, she can only open her eyes and meet Loki’s gaze as he pushes up Bucky’s sweater.
“Come here,” she says to him, one hand on Bucky, her palm warm against the back of his neck, the other reaching for Loki. “Kiss me.”
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Date: 2023-03-03 10:23 pm (UTC)Loki drags up his sweater and Bucky only sits up so he can pull it over his head and toss it aside. For a moment, he just sits there and watches them kiss, one hand on Loki’s back while the other toys with Sylvie’s nipples. He’s never jealous of them, but sometimes he feels a little insecure that they’ll tire of him, but that just means that he’s still human.
Right now, he just feels lucky to be here with them, and when he leans in to kiss Loki’s neck, he knows that he’s welcome here, between them. His lips make a path along Loki’s jaw while he tugs Sylvie’s bra off her arms, then lifts Loki’s sweater. When they break their kiss, Bucky pulls it over his head and then grabs Loki’s chin, kissing him deeply, licking messily into his mouth so Sylvie can watch.
They’re both on their knees, kneeling together over Sylvie’s body, and Bucky slides his metal hand down to grip at Sylvie’s cunt through her pants, rubbing his palm against it as his other hand slides up Loki’s side. He feels overwhelmed by all the possible combinations of their bodies, cock tenting his jeans as he breaks the kiss with Loki to press his mouth to Sylvie’s, licking between her lips as he grinds his hand against her.
Then, on a whim, he lays down along Sylvie’s side, tucked between her body and the back of the sofa. He props his head up on one hand and slides his metal hand down her pants and into her underwear, circling his cool fingertips almost casually around her clit.
“What should we have him to do us?” He asks Sylvie almost playfully, like they’re gossiping at a sleepover, and then looks up at Loki with a mischievous grin. “I say we put him to work.”