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whitexwolfxx310 · 1 year

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Taking Control Over The Big Bad (White) Wolf

Pairing: Bucky x female reader

Summary: Learning the news that you no longer have to stay at The Compound, Bucky makes a scary but enticing offer.

Warnings: 18+ for this post, dominance kink, life decisions, argument with parents, Y/N, sexual content, cursing, cockwarming, fluff, angst.

Word Count: 3688

Gif: Credit goes to magnusedom

Notes: Yes, a part of this was requested!

Tag List: @peaches1958 @aquabrie @elsie-bells @pono-pura-vida @redbloodedgurl @almosttoopizza

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Masterlist

You have been living out all of your daydreams with Bucky recently. Ever since spending that one night together, he has become more visibly relaxed. It doesn’t look like he’s .5 seconds away from giving himself a brain aneurysm. Well, most of the time at least. While you each have your own apartment, neither of you have slept alone in weeks. That also means Bucky no longer sleeps on the cold floor. He struggles sometimes, becoming antsy as he tries to get comfortable. It’s as if the more relaxed he strives to be, the more restless he becomes.

There have been many fulfilled late nights and some of the best ways to start the day; with each other. Reaching that new level of comfort with one another really took your relationship to the next level. It’s at the point where you’re still learning about one another but passed the awkward stage where it’s uncomfortable to show who you really are. Speaking of learning more about each other, it’s not just the history or experiences you both have had. (Although, the focus tends to be on yourself or Bucky’s young adult life before getting drafted into the Army.) It’s the exploring. Being completely exposed, vulnerable, and getting to know every inch of each others body’s. What he likes and dislikes, what drives him to the edge and vice versa for yourself.

Bucky is always eager to please and even more so to learn. Sex and intimacy have come a looong way over the decades. Positions, toys, enhancements (not that either of you need them, but they’re still fun), and not just restricting yourselves to the bed. Good thing that The Compound is sound proof. Everyone around seems to have an idea of what’s going on behind closed doors, but they don’t need to hear it. So far, Bucky has shown the most interest in exploring different surfaces (the shower and couch seem to be his favorite) and also asserting some kind of a dominant role.

It makes sense because of how compliant he had to be for so many years. Feeling constantly controlled, it would be only human to be intrigued by the other side of things. He’s still always sweet, sometimes almost too gentle. We’ll work on that.

There are two ways of looking at this; One: Bucky is still experimenting. He’s trying to find balance between his pleasure and yours. Two: He’s afraid of going too far and hurting you. While you can appreciate his care and concern for your well being, there’s this dark entity inside begging for a cool metal hand necklace.

*Ding* Your attention gets drawn to the New Email notification on your phone. Sitting down at the island in his kitchen, wearing one of Bucky’s t-shirts and a pair of lace cheeky panties, you bring one knee up to hug it as you unlock your phone. Bucky’s on the other side of the island, cleaning. Always fucking cleaning. You open the email.

“Dear Y/N,

The Compound has been deemed safe once again. We are no longer concerned about a possible breach. You are able to return to your normal work schedule and are free to go home at your leisure. If you have any questions or concerns, please feel free to call my extension (3000).

Thank you,

Pepper Potts”

Leave? You have been so caught up in the whirlwind that is Bucky Barnes that it was completely forgotten that The Compound wasn’t your home. It feels as though this perfect timespan has completely crumbled unexpectedly underneath your feet.

“What’s wrong?” Bucky asks, staring intently at you from the stove worried.

“I- I was told I could go home.” You say, sorrowfully.

“Hold on. What?” He responds, needing to hear you say it again as if he doesn’t believe you.

“They cleared the possible breach… I don’t have to stay here anymore.”

Bucky doesn’t say a word but it is very obvious that the wheels are turning in his head, trying to think of a way around this.

“We knew this day was coming though, right?” You say, trying to lighten the mood. But its clear that this news has disheartened you both.

Within the blink of an eye he had taken a few long strides, standing now to your side. His metal arm reaches across your lap to grip the chair, quickly turning the chair so that you’re face to face.

“Don’t go…” He begs softly unable to look you in the eyes.

“I…w-what do you mean, Bucky?” You’re genuinely confused as to what he’s trying to imply.

“Stay.” It comes out as a heavy breath. “Here… with me.” He’s finally able to look you in the eyes, and he seems… distressed? Scared? Worried that if you leave his sight that you’ll somehow never come back?

“Are you asking me to move in with you?” Sitting there stunned, holding your breath, you wait for his answer. Either way you’re terrified. Because either one, he literally just asked you to move in. Or two, you completely misinterpreted what he was saying and you’re about to feel like the worlds biggest idiot.

“I know it’s crazy…” Bucky starts, trying hard to think before he speaks in fear of coming off as too much and scaring you away. “And at the risk of sounding utterly selfish in saying this, I don’t feel as though my every move is being microscopically analyzed when you’re with me. I’ve gained trust back with you. I-I’m infatuated with you. Y/N.” His jaw is clenched, the vein in his temple looks as though it’s about to combust from his admission.

Infatuated? What do I even say to that? Your mind starts racing. Flashes of your possible life with Bucky start taking over your mind. Living together and waking up to those perfect pancakes he makes every morning. How instantly protective he is of you whenever you’re in public. The most passionate and intense sex that some people only dream about having. Slow dancing to the record player in the living room every night. Him wearing an all black suit, feeling comfortable with no gloves waiting for you at the end of the isle. What kind of dad would he be? Does he even want those things?

All of his focus is on waiting for your answer. His breathing drawn out as he tries to control it to not seem as nervous as he feels. A part of you wants to only dip your toe in the water, to take things slow because this can be a tough life when you’re so attached from the feelings involved. The other part of you wants to just dive right in. You want to live together? Yes. You want to get married and start a family? Yes. You’re talking about a future that surrounds each other? Yes, yes, and yes. The thought is terrifying but exhilarating at the same time. But the difficult journey could lead to an amazing destination. There’s no way to find out unless you try.

“That’s a really big decision, Bucky…” You start, and his head instantly falls forward in disappointment. “But…” His head picks back up, your gaze meeting each others. “Let’s try.”

His eyes widen in excitement. “Really?!” I’ve never seen him this animated about anything before.

“Really.” Your eyebrows raise as your lips curve upwards into a beaming smile at not just the possibility, but the reality of this happening.

“Ugh, Y/N. Just when I thought I couldn’t get any happier. You always surprise me!” Bucky quickly snatches you from the high counter chair at the island. The giggles effortlessly flow out as he picks you up and spins you around once. Placing your feet firmly back on the ground, he cups the left side of your face with right hand.

“You do realize this means that your place probably won’t be spotless anymore, right?”

“Our place” He corrects, mirroring the giant cheesy smile. “Worth it.” He says, placing a gentle kiss against your lips. "Get ready, let's go and get your stuff."

Sitting in the passenger seat, you look over at Bucky. It's one of those moments where you feel like the luckiest woman in the world. This is a moment you'll remember for a lifetime. He has dark sunglasses on, concentrating on the mostly empty road. With being tall, he props his left knee underneath the steering wheel, using it to maintain the car straight. His right hand reached over, resting on your knee and giving it a gentle squeeze as his thumb rubs smoothly over it. The golden hue from the fall foliage makes his outline glow, as if he were an angel.

How is this even real life?

Coming back into the current moment, you recognize the song on the radio. Bucky actually let you control the music for once. Which is probably something he is going to regret.

"I love this song!" You exclaim, turning the volume up. But of course not too high for the old man.

"She's the one, she'll always be there She took my hand and I made it, I swear Because I fell in love with the girl at the rock show She said, "What?", and I told her that I didn't know She's so cool, gonna sneak in through her window Everything's better when she's around I can't wait 'til her parents go out of town I fell in love with the girl at the rock show!"

You stop, realizing that Bucky is looking over at you and not the road anymore. "You doing that staring thing again." You laugh. "What?!" You ask, suddenly feeling self conscious from singing.

He smiles, shaking his head. "I just enjoy being around you." It's the simplicity of being yourself that he admires most. Every move isn't articulated or pre-planned. There is no immediate danger. Life can be uncomplicated when you're free to be yourself.

The thought of just being with each other makes you feel warm inside. Who would of figured that you two would be the ones leaning on each other?

The rest of the car ride was pretty quiet. No particular reason, just relishing in the cool autumn weather for the duration of the drive.

Soon enough you're on the dirt road leading up to your parents house. Getting closer, you notice that both cars are parked in front, meaning both of them were home. Bucky parks and looks over at you, seeing what your reaction is going to be. You squeeze his hand that is still on your knee and smile. "Just give me a moment to grab some things, okay?" You say, still holding his hand for reassurance.

"Okay." He reluctantly let's go of your knee as you get out of the car.

Walking up to the front door, you know the conversation that is about to be had. Your jaw clenches in anxiety as you enter the house.

"Oh hey, sweetie!" Mom says, pausing from dusting the pictures on the mantel. "We were wondering when you would be coming home!"

"About that..." You start, taking a deep breath as your hands ball up into fists from being nervous. "I've decided to stay at The Compound. I just came here for my things." It gets blurted out.

"Oh?" Mom replies, waiting to see if there is more of an explanation than you've provided.

"Why is that?" Dad asks from the hallway, leaning on the frame. His sudden appearance makes you jump, not knowing he was right there. The ball of nerves inside of you doesn't necessarily help the situation either.

"We all knew my staying here was temporary..." You say truthfully, but it still comes out like an excuse.

"So...it's in relation to your job then?" His eyebrows raise. You were taught better than to lie, especially to him. And even if you tried, he would know.

"Kind of." Your response is dancing around the whole truth. "I don't have a lot of time." You say as you briskly walk into your room. It won't be hard to pack since you have been living out of suitcases since you came home from college. Not taking the time to fold your clothes, you shove them all into the collection of duffle bags and luggage.

"I'm confused..." Mom says as she walks into the room.

"There isn't anything to be confused about." Not being able to look at her, you continue to pack your bags rapidly.

"You don't see what's happening here?" Dad directs the question towards mom and then quickly answers for her. "This is about James."

"James?" Still confused, she looks between you and your father.

An exacerbated sigh comes from your mouth as you angerly slam a shirt down into your bag, now glaring at your father.

"So what if it is?" You challenge.

"You know how I feel about him..." Dad keeps a level, monotoned voice as if you were negotiating over a hostage situation. He takes a step forward but you hold your ground.

"And you know how I feel about him, Dad! This is the first time I have felt happy in the year and a half since Luke died!"

Mom stands in the room, looking between the two of you anxiously. Dad sighs, evidently starting to get more annoyed at the thought of you and Bucky together. "Why can't I have this, Dad?" You ask, feeling defeated. "We took a loss as a family, together. We got through it, together. But this is something that I want and I feel as though Luke would be happy for me!"

There's suddenly a knock at the door. Closing your eyes in frustration, you already know who it is. Your head rolls forward and you slip passed your parents and open the door to no other than Bucky. He only takes one step into the doorway, just enough for the screen door to close behind him. He clears his throat, his lips pressed into a thin line.

"Sir." He acknowledges your father only to be met with an intense stare. Well if they're going to have a staring contest, sorry dad but you're going to lose.

“James.” He sternly acknowledges.

Bucky turns to you, leaning in close as his hand gently holds your elbow. “Are you okay?” He asks, concerned. You nod your head looking over at your dad knowing that it’s just an amount of time before one or both of them explode.

“This is a family matter, Barnes.” Heeeere we go.

The scary thing about Bucky is that when he’s mad, he gets quiet. There’s no temper tantrums, no yelling, and no low blows. Thanks to Hydra, he’s an expert at not reacting when under immense pressure. While the circumstances are different, he’s on the defense. Your defense.

“I understand. I just wanted to make sure Y/N’s okay.” Bucky says in the same monotoned voice that your father just used on you a few moments before. “I’m not trying to interject here-“

“So then why are you?” Dad spits, growing angrier by the moment. Bucky standing here might just put him over the edge.

You quickly step between both of them bringing their focus to you. “Enough.” You say blatantly. “Dad… mom.” You take in a deep breath. “This is what I want. He is what I want. If you reject him than you’re rejecting me.”

The two stubborn men in the room are watching each other intently while trying to lay down the unspoken claim of who you actually belong to.

“I’m grabbing my things and we’re leaving. I understand that this might be a lot to take in at once, so I’ll give you time to process. You know how to get in contact with me. I love you guys.”

Reaching down to the floor, you pick up two of your bags. Bucky reaches down as well, slipping his gloved metal arm through all of the handles and picking up the rest of the stuff. He looks like me when I’ve gone grocery shopping and only want to make one trip from the car. And effortlessly of course. He holds the door open for you to walk outside, and follows right behind.

In silence you both pack the car and leave. There is an unspoken tension between the two of you. How did this day go from being so happy, so excited to head into a new journey together, to this?

"Parents usually love me." Bucky says, breaking the silence by trying to be funny.

"I'm sorry." You respond. Bucky shakes his head. "Really, I'm used to these kinds of reactions from people. I think that you're the only one who hasn't run off the moment we met." He admits.

"Still. I can't apologize for him but I can be sorry that you were treated that way."

"Seriously, it's more natural for people to react that way. You're the only one who hasn't, Y/N. That's what makes you so precious to me."

The ball of anxiety in your stomach starts turning into warm butterflies all over again. I don't understand how so many see Bucky as this deadly, soulless person. He has such a big and kind heart. And while yes, he's past is hard to get over, working hard on himself and making amends with everyone he can, speaks volumes about his true self.

"It finally looks as though someone lives in here!" You say, hands on your hips looking around the newly decorated living room.

"Yeeeah." Bucky says as he scratches the back of his head.

"Oh come on. Having me around all the time won't be so bad."

He laughs while taking a few steps closer, wrapping his arms around you. "That sounds terrible, honestly." He jokes, pulling you in closer. You'll never get over just how warm his body feels when pressed to yours, which makes no physical contact feel just that much cooler.

Jumping up, you wrap your legs around his waist, being overcome with the need to be as close to him as you possibly can. Bucky of course supports your weight effortlessly, each palm grabbing a fistful of your ass. Your arms wrap around his neck as you lean in to kiss him. He moves his right middle finger to gently stroke once over your center. Pulling away from the kiss you let out a giggle, "Oh hey."

"Hey." He smirks, resuming the kiss and brings you to the couch. Sitting down with your arms still around each other, you're now straddling him. Your hips instinctively and tentatively start moving forward and back on his lap. A shallow breath escapes Bucky's mouth with a muffled moan underneath. You smile into the kiss and then pull back. He leans back in to continue the kiss but you withdraw further. Confused, he's looking up at you, his eyes pleading.

Shaking your head and grinning, you take your arms away from his neck, your hands wriggling down between your legs and reach of the hem of his jeans. A sharp breath pulls in from his lips as he keeps eye contact with you. Undoing the button and pulling down the zipper painfully slow, you decide to take on the assertive role here. Your power over one of the most feared men in the world, begging at just the very touch of your hands. Just the thought alone is enough to get you off. But neither of us are getting that right now.

Releasing his erection from his boxer briefs, his hips naturally advance towards your hands. And you let your hands drop away from him.

"What-" Bucky starts, but you place an index finger of his lips. "Shh." You coo quietly. "I'm going to do whatever I want." His eyebrows raise in response but he doesn't protest. After giving him a moment to realize that he is now under your control, you spit into your left hand before moving it back down to the small gap between both of your legs. You grip his shaft firmly, but not aggressively. Your hand starts in a leisurely up and down motion.

You take his bare metal hand and place it between your thighs. "Rip them." You say sternly while grasping onto him slightly harder. Following your orders, his fingers move upward to the waistband of your leggings and pulls swiftly downward. The tearing of the fabric makes your entire body tingle. Bucky discards the remnants of your pants onto the floor, leaving your lower half covered only by a thin, lacy piece of fabric.

Raising yourself up while still straddled in his lap, you gently use your hand to maneuver his tip to your only slightly covered opening. He takes a deep breath as his head rolls back to meet with the top of the couch. His hands twitch slightly on your thighs, trying to control the desire to flip around and bend you over the couch.

Now using your left hand, you pull the material to the side and gently glide him in. His hips try to buck up into you, but still having a firm grasp, you hold him in place.

"No." You say strictly, and he reluctantly relaxes. Continuing to slide him in inch by inch he looks up into your eyes. A small moan escapes his mouth once he is fully inside of you.

You pull him in close to your chest, tenderly running your hands through his hair. Aside from your core having the natural tendency to constrict around him, you don't allow your hips to move. Bucky's breathing intensifies just from the sensation of being inside of you along with your nails in his hair. "Not a word." You whisper, still keeping your body rigid, painfully refusing both of you the release that you so desperately want. But the continuation of your hands rubbing through his hair, down his back, and sensually up and down his arms lulls him to sleep right then and there after a while. You grin to yourself, barely being able to contain the excitement you feel for the repercussions you're going to face for this.

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imdonnalynn · 7 months

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I just want to point out that Captain America: The Winter Soldier was, always has been (except for a short time before I got my sanity back. I used to briefly think Shang-Chi and the Legend of the Ten Rings was better, but not) and still is to date the best MCU movie and it's centered around Bucky Barnes, the man himself who I hope will have a much brighter future in the MCU. How he's been treated since being put on ice at the end of Civil War in Wakanda (Black Panther) has been pretty cruddy. Ever since it feels like he's just been used for background characterization, filler, like a pawn on the chessboard to push other characters stories and I don't like it.

Give my Bucky some better love MCU!

p.s. I know it's super hard on Sebastian to get in Bucky shape from Civil War but damn did he look his fucking best.

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marvelilovebucky · 17 days

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Bucky looks Godly in a shirt as simple as a Henley

How is he real?!

#marvel #mcu #bucky barnes #the white wolf #the winter soldier #sebastian stan #tfatws #the falcon and the winter soldier

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creator-of-calm-queer-chaos · 1 year

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Febuwhump day 8: Caged with Steve and Bucky

For @febuwhump ‘s challenge! Day 8: Caged with Steve and Bucky

Ao3 stand alone: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44926849

Ao3 as chapter: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44655928/chapters/113042605

Timeline: Interruption of CATWS

TW: capture? Nothing super severe

“Bucky?” Steve froze on the bridge, starring at him. His eyes were ringed, and his hair long. But it was unmistakably him.

“Who the hell is Bucky,” the voice said tonelessly. And while the words ran through Steve’s head, while he processed it, while the dots slowly connected, Bucky raised a gun and shot him dead in the chest.

Steve fell slowly. The force of the bullet alone was enough to knock him over. But he wasn’t bleeding. A figure stood over him, wearing Bucky’s face. But Bucky didn’t hold is body like that. He didn’t snarl like that. Slowly, Steve’s eyes closed. The bullet was a tranquilliser. A gloved hand slipped under Steve’s neck, and a metal arm went under his knees. The last thing Steve thought was how much he wished it was his Bucky holding him like that.

Steve came to consciousness slowly. He didn’t open his eyes, and kept his breathing even. He let his other senses explore. He was on concrete, sloped against a wall. His hands were cuffed behind his back, and there seemed to be a chain attaching his cuffs to the wall. He was wearing the same clothes, but all of his weapons were gone. Someone was breathing quietly near him. Not too near, but in the same room.

“I know you’re awake,” Bucky’s voice said. “Might as well open your eyes.”

Steve sighed and opened them. Not-Bucky was sitting in a chair on the opposite side of the room. It was small, 10 by 10, with no furnishings other than the chair Not-Bucky was in. An uncovered lightbulb hung from the ceiling, and one wall was bars that lead into a hallway. Not-Bucky observed him, and Steve did the same. Not-Bucky sat up straight, his arms on the armrests of the chair. His left arm was metal.

“Steven Grant Rogers,” Not-Bucky said. “You have been captured by Hydra. You will be contained here until further notice.”

“Bucky,” Steve whispered. “Your name is James Buchanan Barnes. Do you remember?”

“Negative. I am Asset 1. Food will be brought to you once a day. Relieve yourself in the-”

“Stop it,” Steve interrupted. “You knew me. What happened to you?”

Not-Bucky didn’t answer. He got up and unlocked the cage door, and closed it behind him. As he walked down the hallway, Steve could hear him talking to himself.

“I knew him. How did I know him? Negative. Mission… he’s a mission.”

Steve sighed and sat up. He wiggled his hands under him so they were in front of him. The chain attaching the cuffs to the wall was long, 7 or so feet, so Steve stood up. Going by the stiffness of his body, he had only been out for a few hours.

“Hello?” he called. “Is anyone else there?”

No one responded. Of course. His eyes fell on the chair. To his surprise, there was a pad of paper and a pencil. A peace offering.

And so Steve passed the time, doodling and humming old songs. After he drew Not-Bucky, he drew his hands in the cuffs, then the cell. But he kept returning to Not-Bucky. There was something off. Why did he look so different?

“No, that’s not it,” he muttered. “Fine, let’s draw Bucky, then Not-Bucky.”

So Steve turned to a new page and started sketching. First, the rough shape of his face. He knew it well. Then the short hair. The shape of his eyes. The wrinkles. Steve drew him at the same angle with the same expressions, but still, something seemed so different. Even when Steve drew on the long hair, and dirt or whatever it was around his eyes, something was different.

Then it hit him. The skin itself was different. Bucky’s skin was softer, more relaxed. Not-Bucky’s skin was shallow, as if he hadn’t been nourished properly. There were creases on his forehead, but no smile lines. His very eyes were sunken.

“Why did you draw me?” a voice said.

Steve jumped and looked up. The Winter Soldier had appeared in front of the cage. He held a plate of bread and cheese.

“Because I knew you,” Steve answered cautiously.

Not-Bucky opened the cage door and stepped in, placing the food on the ground. He leaned against the wall and closed the door with a slam. They were locked in there together

“Tell me what you remember,” Not-Bucky said.

Steve looked at him. His irises were the same. If he stared at those, just those, he could almost pretend it was his Bucky. The logical voice in his head told him that Not-Bucky was a spy, just gathering information, but the words tumbled out of him anyway.

“We were best friends. I loved you. You loved me. You… you saved me. You kept me alive, and I… helped you. A bit. But then you… we were in the war… and you fell…” he trailed off. Tears were running down his cheeks. When had that happened?

“Fell off a train,” Not-Bucky said. “Lost my arm.”

Steve looked at him. He was slouching slightly, and his eyes were downcast.

“I thought I was done for. I watched a train drive way above me. I wanted to be on it. And then… people came. They saved me. Gave me a new arm… and then-” He broke off abruptly and stood up. “Negative. Information gathered. Food will be brought to you twice a day. Relieve yourself in the drain. You are a prisoner. Food will be brought…” he slammed the door behind him and walked down the hallway, still muttering the instructions.

But for a moment, Steve realised, it wasn’t Not-Bucky. Bucky was still in there. And Bucky was just as caged as he was.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes white wolf #steve rogers #captain america #catws #captain america the winter soldier #is that not a tag???#febuwhump #febuwhump 2023

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underthemexicansun · 1 month

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Grumpy Bucky in The Falcon and The Winter Soldier.

#bucky barnes #sebastian stan #james bucky buchanan barnes #grumpy Bucky #grumpy Bucky Barnes #winter soldier #the falcon and the winter soldier #white wolf #marvel bucky barnes #recovering Bucky #marvel cinematic universe #mcu #he can look at me this way #he can call me baby girl

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white-wolf-actually · 3 months

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That boy never minded him own business a day in his goddamn life.

#not mine #saw this on pinterest #bucky barnes rp #bucky barnes #mcu rp #james buchanan barnes #steve rogers #marvel #stucky #white wolf #mcu #incorrect marvel quotes

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geeky-politics-46 · 3 months

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Kinktober 2023 - Day 7

Sex Toys with Bucky Barnes

"The Gift"

Smut - Explicit content - NSFW - 18+ only!

Summary: You give Bucky a gift he never knew he wanted.

Warnings: Smut (NSFW) - 18+ ONLY - masturbation, sex toys, homemade porn, dirty talk, pet names, langcorn, reference to oral & vaginal sex, Bucky being a needy boy.

Bucky paced back and forth, trying to avoid staring at the box on the bed. His fingers pulling on his hair and biting at his bottom lip, trying to find a way to direct his attention anywhere else, but his mind kept pulling him back. The ache between his legs was beginning to throb each time he looked at the box & let his thoughts drift back to you.

You had to know what even just your innocent little texts did to him when you had been gone this long. Even just a sweet "miss you so much, Buck" sent his blood straight to his cock. It gets him thinking about how you can be all sugar sweet around everyone else then turn into such a dirty girl the minute you get to your bedroom. Hell you loved nothing more than whispering something filthy to him right before walking in a room with someone else just to get him wound up.

He had no idea what he had unleashed the first time you two started getting a little frisky. He loved how you seemed a little old fashioned when you started dating. How you made him court you made him earn each and every little kiss. By the time you two had gotten to the point of sex being a possibility, he was nervous he would scare you away by being too aggressive. Little did he know what awaited him.

He will never forget the night he found out how bad you really were. You had been dating a couple of weeks and had the compound to yourselves for an evening, so it wasn't surprising when watching a movie devolved into a hot and heavy make-out session. He tried not to let on that you had him hard as a rock. He didn't want to put any pressure on you. Then, as you were adjusting to hook your leg around him, your thigh brushed up against his erection making him moan against your lips. He hoped maybe you hadn't noticed or, at the very least, were going to pretend you didn't feel the massive bulge in his pants.

You pulled back to look in his eyes, and he looked like a deer in headlights. He was terrified you were gonna slap him or never want to see him again. He didn't expect you to let out a dark little chuckle and bite his bottom lip. You sucked his lip into your mouth, then let it go with a wet pop before licking it once. He sat frozen as you moved your lips to whisper in his ear. Your voice dropped an octave as you spoke.

"Well, well, soldier, seems like you're enjoying this, huh? Enjoying having my mouth on you. Have you thought about what else I can do with my mouth?" With that, you sucked his earlobe into your mouth, and he let out a little high-pitched squeal he didn't know he could make.

"Maybe my mouth is a bit too much for now, hmm. Don't want you to blow just yet, Buck. What about my hands? Bet you've thought of them touching you. Stroking you all over."

As you spoke, you moved one hand up to his hair, leaving the other wrapped around his neck, keeping him close to you. Accenting the end of each sentence with the particular touch you described.

"Thought about my fingers pulling on your hair." You purred, gripping his soft, short, dark brown hair and giving it a soft tug.

"My nails scraping down your back." You gently pulled your nails in a straight line down his spine, stopping at the base of it.

"My palm sliding up and down your chest", you let your hand circle his waist and slide up under his shirt, pressing your entire hand flat to the center of his strong chest. You could feel his heart pounding. He had his eyes closed and was trying to keep his breathing steady. His nostrils flared. He didn't want to let you know how close you had him to losing all control.

You paused for a moment, lulling him into a trap to make him open his eyes. You kissed his lips softly and sweetly. Innocently. Then, after rubbing your nose against his, you pulled back to see his beautiful blue eyes.

Like a cobra, you struck. Using the hand looped around his neck, you grabbed his hair and yanked his head back. You rose to your knees, so you were looking down at him and slowly started pulling your hand downward.

A wicked grin on your face as you dragged the next sentence out word by word. You knew you had him exactly where you wanted him.

".. and I bet that there's something else you've thought about my hands doing, isn't that right, Buck? Bet you've thought about it so much. Bet you've thought about it after every date we've had."

You could feel him inhale sharply as you touched the top of his abdomen. You slowly started to curl your fingers in, leaving just your index finger touching him.

"Maybe you've thought about it when you're in the shower..."

You felt his abs contract under your fingertip.

"I'm sure you've thought about it in bed at night too. I know I have, baby."

Your fingertip hit the top of his jeans, and just for a second, you stopped. Giving him a chance to push you off of him if he didn't want you to go any farther. When all that came from him was a little whimper, you let your fingertip continue over the button & down his fly.

"Bet you've thought about me touching you here. Thought about me touching, and rubbing, and stroking your hard cock. You feel even bigger than I imagined, baby."

After hitting the bottom of his groin with just your fingertip, you turned your hand and gripped him with your whole hand. Starting to massage his entire bulge. A loud moan escaped as he fought the urge to thrust into your hand.

He was now staring at you with his eyes wide & his mouth hanging open. What happened to the sweet shy thing who blushed when he brought you flowers? Here you were a little sexbomb on the verge of making him cum in his pants and you had only just started touching him.

From then on, you just kept surprising him with how dirty you could be. So, really, he shouldn't have been that surprised when he found the naughty little gift you left him when you went on your mission.

It was the first time either of you had to leave since the 2 of you started dating, let alone having sex. You knew the both of you would be missing each other something bad. So the last night you were together there were lots of pics and few little videos. Bucky knew they were mostly for him. You were gonna have your hands full with the mission.

You had awoken something in him that had been asleep since before he became the Winter Soldier. He couldn't get enough of you, of your body. Of your perfect wet little pussy. He loved telling you that too. That was why you got him the gift.

It was a sex toy. A Fleshlight.

He picked up the card and read it again:

Something to play with until you can enjoy the real thing again. I picked the one I thought looked the most like your best girl ;)

XOXO

Your best girl and your girlfriend too

He hadn't dared to open the toy yet. He wanted to, but he wasn't sure he could. His 1940s sensibilities were getting the best of him. He wasn't a prude by any means, but the idea of fucking a plastic toy designed to look like a pussy just seemed so... dirty.

Of course, that was also the appeal, wasn't it? Especially the fact that you had picked one you thought looked like your pussy. His pussy. He was curious if it really did. It was hard to tell from the outer box.

There was no harm in taking a peek, right? You had sent him a message after you knew he had found your gift. Telling him that if he didn't want to use it or it weirded him out that he didn't have to use it or even keep it.

He would just have a look and then put it away. Figure out his feelings a bit more before he decided what to do. He at least had to know if it did look like you. Although he would put money that it wouldn't be as perfect as yours. Nothing would ever be as perfect to him as your pussy.

He double-checked to make sure his door was locked. Approaching the box and tentatively picking it up. He looked over the images on the outside and felt himself cringe. It felt like the naked woman on the box was judging him. She looked nothing like you and did absolutely nothing for him. He quickly unsealed and opened the box, and pulled out the toy wrapped in tissue paper. Not sure if he wanted to unwrap just the end or the whole toy.

He decided to go right for what had him the most curious. The soft, skin colored silicone slowly coming in to view. He let the fingers of his right hand stroke the edge of the silicone. To his surprise, it did feel rather nice under his touch. Now, he was ready to reveal the toy fully. He bit his bottom lip between his teeth as he pulled away the last bit of tissue. A moan pulling deep in his throat.

Oh fuck, it did look like your pussy. His pussy. His mouth watered and his pants immediately got tight. He couldn't tear his eyes off of it now. He let his thumb stroke over the fake clit on the toy and swore he could almost hear you shudder. Then he used his index and middle finger to trace the plump labia of the toy and momentarily stretch the hole.

He was right, it was nowhere close to as perfect as your juicy pussy, but it was much more tempting than he could ever have thought possible. He wanted to lick it like he would lick you, and he wanted to fuck it like he would fuck you. Was he really going to do this? He picked up your note and read it one more time, imagining the look on your face and the things you would say to him if you were here watching him.

Yep. He was really going to do this.

He quickly stuffed the paper wrapping in the box and threw the box under his bed. Pulling the blankets back on his bed and dropping the toy there. Quickly opening his nightstand and fishing for the bottle of lube. Throwing his shirt and jeans off as fast as he could before moving to lay in the very middle of the bed. That way, he could smell your pillow and pretend you were really there with him.

The toy momentarily forgotten as he began scrolling through the various naughty photos and videos he had of you. Starting to palm and rub at his hard cock through his underwear. He could practically hear you saying how much you loved seeing him in his just his boxer briefs. You always said his cock looked incredible straining against the tight fabric. How they hugged his thighs and his ass perfectly. That you never thought a guy in his underwear could get you that wet.

Fuck you made him feel so good. He forgot all the things he hated about his body when you touched and praised him. You made him feel sexy. You made him want to show off for you. Making a very clear point of saying how all these photos and videos weren't just for him. Maybe he would send you a picture when he was done?

He stopped at a video clip where you were sitting between his legs, slowly taking off your bra and panties. Stopping to rub at him a few times or shake your tits at him. He heard his own voice telling you to pull at your nipples. His cock twitched at the moan that fell from your lips. He knew what was coming next, so he quickly set the phone down reaching for the lube and the pussy toy.

He flipped the cap up on the lube and let some of the slick clear liquid coat the pads of his fingers just in time to hear himself tell you to take off your panties and show him your pussy. To show him his pussy and how wet you were for him. As you did exactly what he told you to in the video, he let his lube slicked fingers start to pet and stroke the outer lips of the toy. His long middle finger running a small circle around the hole, barely dipping inside before sliding back out and around.

Once the toy was nice and slick, just like your cunt now on display in the video, he set both it and his phone down just long enough to pull his underwear off. He gasped as he felt the cool air of the room make contact with his leaking tip. He was wetter than he thought he was, clearly underestimating his own need.

With his phone in one hand and the toy in the other, he waited until he heard his own voice in the video again. Waiting until he told you to come and rub your pretty pussy all over his cock. To get him nice and wet while you made your little pussy feel good.

The next video was a close up of his cock slotted between your pussy lips as you slid yourself back and forth against his shaft. He started to copy your motions in real time, letting the toy slide against his cock in time with your movements. A needy little moan falling from his lips when the toy caressed the ridge under the head of his cock.

His hips unexpectedly bucking a couple of times when he heard your whimpers in the video. If he closed his eyes, he would never think that it was a toy in his hand and not the real thing. It still wasn't you, nothing would ever feel as good as you, but fuck him it still felt so good.

He couldn't hold himself back much longer, so he flicked to the video of his cock slowly sliding in and out of you cunt. He could never get over how incredible you looked stretched around his length, how his cock glistened with you slick everytime he pulled back out. Your swollen clit front and center and just begging for attention.

He pulled his attention back to the toy in his hand. Angling it so his tip pressed against the hole of the toy. Adding just enough pressure to feel it start to stretch around his thick leaking head, just like your pussy would. A gasp pulled from his lips as the toy slowly engulfed his tip. Pulling it back up before pushing it down just a little more.

Repeating the same action over and over. Pushing down so the toy swallowed another inch of his cock, then pulling all the way up. Them pushing back down again until he had finally bottomed out. The video on his phone was momentarily forgotten. It felt incredible. So tight and snug and wet around his aching cock.

His hips acting on their own as he started rutting into the toy. Whimpering as it seemed to suck his cock back in. He fought the urge to start frantically fucking the toy. As good as it felt, and holy fuck did it feel good, he still wanted to fantasize it was your cunt he was fucking.

He let his eyes close again with his cock fully sheathed in the fake pussy. Quickly rolling onto his side and burying his face in your pillow as his hips started to thrust hard and fast. Moaning as your smell filled his nostrils. Replaying all the mornings you had woken up together only to have innocent spooning turn into fucking.

Bucky let himself start to whimper little praises as if you were really there. His vibranium hand grabbed at the blankets and clamped around your pillow. Pulling them closer to him. His mind turned to mush as the toy practically sucked the life out of him.

If he focused, he could almost hear you responding to him. Keening at both his praises and degradation. Saying filthy things right back to him.

“Fuck! Feels so good, baby. Always take my cock so fucking well. Can't wait to have you back in my arms. Can't wait to fuck you for real the second you are home. Miss you so much.”

He felt the heat of his climax building and his balls pulling tighter. Whimpering as he bit your pillow. Imagining he was biting and marking the soft, warm flesh on your neck. His flesh starting to tingle, and sweat starting to form on his brow. His hips thrusting so hard and fast the mattress was creaking. His needy groans and the wet suction of toy echoing through the room.

“Gonna cum, babydoll. Fuck, gonna cum so hard for you!”

Bucky thought his soul might actually leave his body with how hard he came. Spurt after spurt of his warm release filling the toy. A faint thought in the back of his mind about the possibility the toy might start to overflow.

Slowly his orgasm faded to electric aftershocks of pleasure. His breath still coming in gasps. His cock starting to soften, still nestled in the warm silicone that suddenly felt nowhere near as comforting as being inside of you. Even if it could give him an incredible orgasm, he was well aware that it wouldn't provide the loving and intimate aftercare that you always gave him. Snuggling his face into your pillow once again, he smiled as he thought about when he would get to hold you in post-coital bliss again.

When he finally caught his breath, he looked back to where he had dropped his phone earlier. The video had ended. Frozen on a closeup of your face with the most wicked smile on your face and the mischievous twinkle in your eyes, he knew so well. He wondered if you were missing him.

He hopes you are missing him, because fuck is he missing you; and your gift only made him miss you more. He was sure he was addicted to you.

After going to shower and cleaning himself up, along with cleaning the toy, he noticed the light on his phone blinking. Reaching for it once he was settled back down in bed. Frankly, he felt exhausted after trying out your present. Flicking on the screen, he saw that there was a new text message. It was from you. It was an emoji of a smiling Devil followed only by three words.

Enjoying your gift?

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womp-womp-chomp-chomp · 3 months

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Sam coming home to find Bucky watching strange unsolved mysteries: whatcha doing?

Bucky, watching intently: seeing how many of these was me.

Sam: …how many did you find so far?

Bucky: around 8, I’m still not sure about the one.

Sam: 😨

#bucky barnes #marvel #incorrect mcu quotes #incorrect marvel quotes #incorrect quotes #sam wilson #mcu #source: me #sambucky #incorrect sambucky #winterfalcon #james bucky barnes #james barnes #winter soilder #white wolf

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Post-Mission

Grumpy!Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 832

Summary: Bucky has always been one to try and pull away from people who care about him. However, you're always one to be insistent and care for him anyways, no matter what he says.

18+ MDNI

Warnings: slight angst, implied smut if you squint your eyes, fluff

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Hearing footsteps shuffle down the hall along with the sound of a dragging duffle was all you needed to know that Bucky was back from his week long mission. Hopping off the bed and peeking your head out of your shared bedroom, you saw Bucky scrub a weary hand down his face. You instantly frowned, worried as you hurried over to him, taking the duffle out of his hands.

“How was the mission? Are you hurt anywhere? We should get you some food, you look exhausted” you said while rushing back to the room to unpack his gear as he let out a sigh, silently chucking off his boots before face planting on the bed.

“Bucky?” came your worried voice after you put his boots into the closet, sitting on the bed next to him and poking his shoulder. “Bucky, get up. Shower, eat, and then rest.” you urged, poking him again when his vibranium hand shot out to grip your wrist.

“Let me sleep” he said gruffly before shifting on the bed so that his back was turned to you, leaving you rubbing your wrist softly. You knew he wasn’t too responsive after missions since it took so much out of him, not that he was one for words or self care anyways. Still, you took it upon yourself to make sure he was cared for.

“Please? I’ll make you plum croissants tomorrow if you just shower and eat” you tried again, scooting closer to him to rest your head on his shoulder as you felt him sigh again before sitting up.

“Eat and then shower” he said, running a hand through his hair as he made his way to one of the compound communal kitchens, sitting down on one of the stools as he waited for you expectantly.

“Grilled cheese?” you offered, slotting yourself in the opening between his thighs, pressing a kiss to his forehead as he nodded, fingers trailing down your arm as you pulled away. You could feel his gaze follow you as you bustled around the kitchen to make his food. “Go shower and then you can eat after” you said softly, turning around to look at him as he frowned, reaching out to tug you by the wrist back into his proximity.

“Thought you would shower with me” he said softly, letting his walls down while no one else was around. You felt his hands come to rest on your waist, forehead between your breasts as he pressed a kiss through your clothes.

“Another time, I promise” you laughed softly, letting your hands run through his hand before stopping at his shoulders, letting one hand trail down his vibranium arm. He let out a quiet whine before getting off the stool, dropping a kiss to the top of your head. You watched as he went back to the room to shower before turning back to the sandwich, humming softly.

20 minutes later, Bucky was freshly showered and seated at the counter once more, gaze still fixed on you as you plated his sandwich and sat next to him. He ate in silence for a while as you observed the new wounds on his back. Finding some gauze and neosporin, you began to bandage them gently.

“They’re shallow but-”

“They’re nothing” Bucky cut you off but made no move to stop you from patching him up. After placing the last piece of medical tape, he turned in his stool to face you, the both of you exchanging silent conversation before he got up to wash his plate.

“If you keep going on long missions, you’re just gonna keep destroying yourself, Buck” you said quietly, swallowing the lump in your throat. It became more apparent that the past couple months, he just drew further into himself with each mission, determined to block out the pain with endless fighting.

“I’m just helping the team” he said tersely, putting his dish in the drying rack before he walked back to the room, expecting you to follow behind him. You stood there for a moment, willing for the emotions to fade, to appreciate that he was here.

Your legs moved in habit, walking to your shared bedroom and flicking off the light before sliding under the covers with him. You could still hear his breaths, short and controlled. He wasn’t asleep.

After a long moment of silence, he spoke up again. “I don’t mean it, doll. The rudeness, the violence. I’m trying.”

“Bucky…” you started quietly but stopped when you felt the bed shift, a heavy weight now resting across your waist, shallow puffs of breath ghosting across your collarbone.

“I’ll take a month break, spend time with you?” he half offered, half begged, the grip on your waist tightening.

“James…”

“Only time with you. No one else unless really needed” he whispered, his leg shifting to now rest over yours, lips gently sucking at the base of your neck, smirking when he felt you cave.

“How does Bali sound?”

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pete-brenner · 5 days

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SEBASTIAN STAN as BUCKY BARNES

The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (2021)

#sebastian stan #sebstan #seb stan #my gifs #Bucky barnes #the winter soldier #the falcon and the winter soldier #tfatws #james bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #white wolf #marvel #avengers #MCU

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stekllla · 8 days

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i think that i can never forgive Marvel for not having a single scene of how Steve and Bucky communicate in ordinary life situations after Bucky's memory returned. i mean, not on the battlefield and not on the run. in any calm atmosphere . they had been apart for so long and deserved at least a few calm scenes in which no one wouldn’t try to catch or kill anyone and the world wouldn’t be on the brink of disaster. we needed a scene like this. they needed a scene like this.

#steve rogers #captain america #bucky barnes #winter soldier #white wolf #caws #catws #cacw #avengers #stucky #marvel #mcu

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marvelilovebucky · 1 month

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James Buchanan Barnes in Captain America: The First Avenger (2011)

#marvel #mcu #bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #the white wolf #the winter soldier #sebastian stan #catfa #captain america the first avenger

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creator-of-calm-queer-chaos · 1 year

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Febuwhump day 5: “That’s gonna scar” with Sam and Bucky

For @febuwhump ‘s challenge! Day 5: That’s gonna scar with Sam and Bucky

Ao3 stand alone: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44805337

Ao3 as chapter:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/44655928/chapters/112730917#workskin

Timeline: Post-FatWS

TW: trafficking, child trafficking, blood, stitches

As horrible as these cases were, they were some of Bucky’s favourites. He had lost one of his sisters to traffickers, and this was his way of grieving. Bucky and Sam had gotten a lead on a child trafficking ring; these fuckers would take children from malls, knocking them out with DINOSAUR and putting them on their hips, as if they were their own children.

The White Wolf and Captain America had been given an anonymous tip where they were taking the kids. They had planned to meet with the parents in the evening, but they wanted to stake out the area first. And maybe they’d get lucky and would get to bring the kids home sooner. Their tip had been sketchy, sure, but from what google maps could tell them, it’d be a pretty good spot for a ring.

So, Bucky and Sam packed up their van and drove the 20 or so miles out of Manhattan, stopping to get donuts on the way. They drove through the neighbourhoods until they got to a long and empty road, forest on either side.

“Lots of trees, heavy on shrubbery, close to a body of water, checks all the boxes,” Sam muttered, looking at the map. “Pull over the next place you see, we’ll walk the rest of the way on foot.”

“Yes, Captain,” Bucky said sarcastically.

Sure, he liked taking the piss out of Sam, but really, he did enjoy working with him. Bucky pulled off the narrow road onto the dirt and turned off the engine. They got out and opened the trunk, where a number of weapons lay. Sam put on his wings and suit, grabbing the shield with care. Bucky snorted as Sam adjusted his helmet, grabbing his many knives and putting them in their spots.

“Hey, at least if one of them thunks me on the head I won’t get knocked out,” Sam said.

“I fell from a cliff and didn’t die, I’ll be fine,” Bucky laughed.

Then the humour of the moment faded. They closed the trunk, looked at each other, then made their way into the woods. The trees cast dark shadows on them as they walked. Bucky gripped his knives, and Sam fidgeted with the shield. Eventually, they came to what looked like a military bunker. It had a do not enter sign on it, but they could hear voices coming from inside.

“You ready?” Sam asked, taking a deep breath.

“Damn right I am,” Bucky grinned.

They kicked open the door.

There were seven adults inside, all of them wearing a strange combination of camo pants and polo shirts. When Bucky and Sam burst through the door, they all drew their guns and immediately started firing. Sam flew into the air and rammed right into three of them; one of them cursed in Spanish, another in French. While they were still dazed, he deployed Redwing and chained them to a pole before knocking them out again. A fourth person jumped onto Sam’s back and started slicing at his suit, but didn’t make much progress. Sam exhaled sharply and flew straight up, turning at the last second and smacking the attacker against the ceiling. There was a snap of something, and Sam winced. There were to be no casualties, A bit away, Bucky fought the other three traffickers, kicking, slicing, stabbing and punching. They were good, for sure, but they relied too heavily on their guns. Once Bucky had thrown all their weapons far away, they were no match for the White Wolf. Captain America drew a tranquillising gun from his suit fired three shots in rapid succession, and each of the other attackers went down like a sack of rocks. Bucky nodded at Sam, then sliced their palms open for good measure.

“What was that for?” Sam asked, walking over and tying their hands and feet together.

“Makes it harder for them to get out,” Bucky said.

“Fair enough. Where do you think the kids are?”

Bucky nodded to the only other door, which was heavily padlocked. He pocketed his knives and walked to it, easily ripping apart the blocades. Sam joined him, but didn’t open it.

“Hello?” Sam called softly. “My name is Sam Wilson, I’m-”

“Captain America?” a soft voice answered. “Captain America! See, I told you we’d be saved!”

Sam couldn’t help but grin as he slowly opened the door. It was dark, but he could count nine children, all seemingly between the ages of four and ten. Some of them curled away from the sudden light, others blinked rapidly, but one of them, a little girl with dagger eyes and long braids, looked up eagerly.

“It’s you!” she cried happily. “We’re safe!”

“Darn right you are,” he responded. “This is my friend, Bucky. We’re gonna take you home.”

The little girl smiled, then held out her hands, which were bound in rough rope. Bucky slowly approached her, then got out a knife. She flinched, but he held up his hands quickly.

“I’m going to cut your bonds, then you can cut everyone else’s, okay?” he asked.

She nodded slowly, then watched him carefully as he took his serrated knife and sawed through the rope. Sam went around and did the same for one of the older kids, as well. Once it snapped, she unravelled it and rubbed the red spots on her wrists. Bucky offered her the handle and smiled. She moved to take it, then paused.

“Your wrist,” she said, pointing.

Bucky looked down. There was a spot between his glove and jacket sleeve where the metal of his arm peeked through. He smiled and took off his glove, waving at her. She beamed at him, then untied the ropes around her feet and pulled up her pants. Her leg was prosthetic, too. She took off her prosthetic and waved at him with her knee.

Bucky grinned at her, then she took the knife and turned to help the others. Sam offered a hand to Bucky, and he rolled his eyes but took it and stood up.

“I’m not that old,” he grinned.

“Yeah, but still.” Sam watched the kids as they untied their hands and feet, hugging each other. “That’s why diversity matters. This little girl just saw herself as a superhero, both because of her skin colour and because of her leg.”

“Damn right.”

“Hey! That’s a bad word!” one of the little kids scolded.

Sam and Bucky hefted up the traffickers, not bothering to be too gentle with them, either. They lead the kids through the forest to the van, chatting with them about what they were going to eat for dinner. Bucky noticed that Same became quieter and quieter as they walked, and panted more and more. But he forgot about it as the kids piled into the van and grinned at how they threw the traffickers in the back, piling them on top of each other. Sure, they were unconscious and wouldn’t know it, but still.

Bucky drove them back to Manhattan as Sam handed out the donuts they had gotten on the way there. They had even gotten a gluten free one just in case, and the seven year old boy with a pin reading ‘I’m allergic to gluten’ was delighted to get to have it. Before the exited New Jersey, Sam asked to pull over. Bucky did on the side of the road, and Sam got out and grabbed the first aid kit. The kids started to get nervous, but Bucky said that Sam needed to check the tires to make sure they’d get there in time for dinner, and got out to help him.

“Sam? What’s up?” Bucky asked, walking around the car to where Sam was leaning against it.

“One of them got me,” he whispered. He unzipped the side of his suit to reveal a huge bloody mass on his side. “Oh shit.”

“Dammit,” Bucky cursed, grabbing the first aid kit from him and opening it. “Look, we don’t have time to stitch it-”

“That’s fine, just pad it and let’s get these kids home,” he said.

Bucky took out gauze and clothes, pressing them against the wound. Sam winced, then exhaled. Bucky padded the wound, doing his best to make it look even. Once he decided it was sufficient, he taped it down, then zipped up Sam’s suit.

“We’ll get the kids back, turn in these fuckers, then we’ll get you stitched up,” Bucky said, guiding Sam back to the van.

“No hospitals,” Sam said immediately, stopping short.

“No hospitals. I’ll stitch you up myself.”

“That doesn’t make me feel much better,” Sam mumbled, getting back in the car.

“Is everything okay?” the girl asked. She seemed to be the oldest, almost the leader of the group.

“Yes, now let’s get you home,” Sam said, forcing a smile.

They had planned a meeting with the parents at the police station, and it was almost time.

“I’ll go in and get the police and the parents, this reunion deserves to be outside instead of inside the station,” Sam said.

Bucky nodded and helped some of the kids out, picking them up and putting them on the ground. He fistbumped several of them. They lined up against the side of the van and waited patiently. Finally, after an astonishingly long 20 seconds, about 20 adults burst through the doors, followed by ten police officers.

“That’s why we do this shit,” Bucky said to Sam, smiling as he watched the parents run to their children. Even for him, it was hard not to tear up.

“Damn right,” Sam grinned. “Good work, White Wolf.”

“You, too, Captain.”

“Excuse me?”

They looked over to see the little girl and an older woman who was holding one of the little kids.

“My name is Becca, this is my brother, and this is my grandma. We just wanted to say thank you,” she said, nervously fidgeting with her braids.

“Thank you for returning my babies to me,” the old woman said, wrapping them both in a tight hug.

“Ma’am, it’s what we do. And this is why we do it,” Sam smiled, hugging her back.

“You’re my heroes!” the girl cried happily, hugging their legs. Sam and Bucky smiled at her and gave her another hug before she and her family went on their way. “See Gramma? I told you people like me could be superheros!”

“That you did,” the woman smiled. “That you did.”

Normally, they stayed with the families or victims longer, but Sam was fading, and fast. They gave their goodbyes and your welcomes and stay safes and send them to therapy goddammits and made their exit. Bucky returned the van to the station and got their keys. Sam climbed into the passenger seat and pushed the seat all the way back as Bucky got behind the wheel, pulling the seat forward.

“I don’t know how you drive sitting so far back,” he mumbled.

“Oh shut up and get back to the apartment.”

They drove back to their shared apartment in silence, Bucky trying not to speed. Once they arrived, Sam was struggling to stay awake. They parked and Bucky threw all pretence out the window as he picked up Sam and carried him up the stairs and inside. To hell with their neighbours. Sam struggled a little bit, but once they got inside, he relaxed. Bucky walked to the bathroom and set him on the ledge in the shower.

“I’m gonna take off your suit, okay?” he asked, slowly unzipping it.

Bucky inhaled sharply- the rags were completely soaked through. Sam helped him take off the rest of the suit, leaving him in leggings and a t-shirt. Bucky took off his armour and his t-shirt, pressing it against the wound. Sam inhaled and let out a shuddering breath.

“Shit, that hurts,” he muttered, trying not to move away.

“Okay, I’m gonna turn the water on and wash some of this blood away,” Bucky said, moving slowly.

Bucky turned on the warm water and gently washed away the blood that had started to dry. Normally, both of them would have had very different reactions to Bucky being shirtless and Sam being in his underlayers in the shower, but this was not normally. Sam sighed and leaned back as Bucky took a damp cloth and cleaned the wound.

“It wasn’t deep, but it needs stitches,” he said, putting down the cloth.

“No hospitals!” Sam cried, suddenly panicky.

“No hospitals,” Bucky repeated, putting his hand on his shoulder. “I’ll stitch it here.”

Bucky grabbed the first aid kit from under the sink (one of many stashed around the apartment) and opened it. It was neatly organised, so he had no trouble finding the alcohol wipes.

“This is gonna hurt like a bitch,” he warned.

Sam only nodded, gritting his teeth. Bucky poured some alcohol on a rag and gently dabbed the wound. Sam immediately tensed up, fingers gripping the edge of the ledge. Bucky did not flinch. He kept wiping until he could see the folds of the skin, then put it aside. He got out a surgical needle and thread and gently threaded it.

“I’m going to start stitching it, okay?” Sam nodded, taking a deep breath.

Bucky coaxed the skin together and began to stitch. Sam clenched his jaw and leaned back. Bucky worked slowly, methodically, and confidently. In, pull together, out, tie, cut. In, pull together, out, tie, cut. Over, and over, and over. Sam found himself watching Bucky’s hands, the flesh and metal working confidently. The warm water had chased the cold of his left hand away, and as Sam watched Bucky’s face in tight concentration, he found himself relaxing. Sure, Sam realised, it hurt like hell, but he trusted Bucky. He knew what he was doing, and wouldn’t hurt him.

With a final snip of the scissors, Bucky was done. He picked up the alcohol rag and wiped away some blood. Sam winced as the cloth pulled at the skin, but the worst of it was done.

“I’ll keep an eye on them, and chances are, that’s gonna scar pretty bad, but at least you won’t bleed out now,” Bucky said, cleaning up the supplies. He looked up and Sam was looking at him through bleary eyes. “Just like the old days,” he smiled, handing Sam some painkillers. “You and Steve really are one in the same.”

Sam swallowed the pills and nodded off to sleep, knowing that Bucky would take care of him. And Bucky did, cleaning him up, then picking him up like a baby and putting him on the couch. They wouldn’t talk about it, but there was a mutual agreement of care between them. And the stitches in Sam’s side proved it.

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