goodbye old paint

Tells me you’re never comin’ home

Can I get a FATWS era Bucky x Gender Neutral/Nonbinary Reader where they're in the bath? Nothing smutty just Bucky, in the tub, getting his hair and body washed by the person he loves, who's giving him little kisses as they clean him up. Then maybe once he's all cleaned up maybe they go lay down in bed and cuddle, with Reader playing with his hair until Bucky falls asleep?

Thank you! 💜

I hope you like it!

You knew the moment you saw Bucky lumber into the threshold, locking the door behind him that it had been a doozy of a day. It was now 8:00 pm.  You knew better than to ask what happened. It was often Avenger's business that the two of you agreed shouldn't be discussed. It made you worry and wonder, but sometimes, knowing was worse. You knew he struggled enough without you smothering him, but he knew you loved him, and that's what mattered.

Bucky's shoulders slumped as he dropped his bag half haphazardly on the floor before plopping down on the couch with a sigh. You shook your head as you eyed the bruises forming on his cheek and neck, and you knew there were plenty more that you couldn't see. 

You slowly approached him, running a light hand through his hair, and kissing his forehead. He turned to you with a tired smile as he pressed your lips to yours. You pulled away, gently pressing a hand to his chest.

"Come on, let's get you a bath. You'll feel much better. We can get your favorite takeout tonight," you promised as you led him into the bathroom, Bucky reluctantly following. 

You turned the taps on to a steaming hot temperature—hotter than you liked, but something Bucky adored. You chalk that up to him being in Cyro for so long and craving that warmth. You poured some Epsom salts and lavender oil into the bath. 

Bucky couldn't help but grin. Some insecure people might have called it feminine, but what did either of you care? It smelled and felt great, and that's what mattered. You appreciated Bucky's shift to a more gender-neutral mindset, as he also supported your identity as a gender-neutral person. It was something that surprised you from the over 100-year-old man.

"Clothes off, sweetheart. I'll look away" you promised as you heard the drop of his shoes, the clink of his belt, and the rustle of clothing drop to the ground. Usually, the sight and the sounds of his undressing filled you with excitement, but it wasn't about you. Not now. It was all him.

You heard Bucky sigh as he sank into the water. You turned to see he had closed his eyes. You shook your head fondly, opening the shampoo bottle. "I'm going to wash your hair now." You explained. He rolled his eyes.

"I'm more than capable, darlin'."

"I know, but sometimes, having someone else take care of it for you is nice. " You countered.

He quit his grumblings as soon as your fingers began to work their magic, causing him to sink lower into the water with a moan. You leaned over and kissed his temple, causing him to crinkle his nose. 

Bucky opened an eye, cupping your cheek, leaning to press another kiss upon your lips…and another, this time deeper. You had to stop yourself from slipping into the water as he deepened it, a low rumble coming from his chest. You pulled away with a laugh.

"No, not right now. I gotta rinse your hair out!" you said, gently slapping his human arm. Bucky pouted as you took a washcloth, wetting it into the water and squirting his body wash onto the rag. 

You inhaled, taking in his scent—woodsy with an almost mint note—something uniquely him.

You began with his neck, allowing the hot water to run down, before moving to his arms, careful of his scarred shoulder. You peppered small kisses along his neck and leaving a few for his shouler.

You grinned as you reached his toned chest, soapy hands using the cloth to massage the muscle. You looked over to see Bucky grinning at you cheekily.

"Like what you see, gorgeous?" he said with a wink.

"More than you know, " you muttered as you kissed him tenderly. The cloth reached his stomach, and Bucky's breath hitched.

He gave you a pleading look as your hands reached further.

"Maybe later, handsome." You grinned as you ghosted your hands over his thighs.

"Well that's just cruel!" He said with a groan. You knew if you teased him any further where this would lead. The two of you would have your fun…..after he ate and rested.

You cupped the water into your hands, rinsing Bucky off. 

"What service". He muttered. 

You were pleasantly surprised to see him in a lighter mood than you thought he would be in. A bath really could do wonders. 

You gave his cheek a kiss, standing up.

"I'll order our food now. You just relax," you said, running a hand through his hair.

He grabbed your hand before you could leave.