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thatmexisaurusrex · 6 days

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Off Mission

Hey, people! Gosh, I never really thought I'd get to 300 fics, but here I am 😂 I had done a poll about what I should do, and people wanted something cute and close to canon the most, so I sort of made this. A better idea of what Thunderbolts could be. One where Sam and Bucky are working together on a two-pronged approach to save Natasha's younger sister from being forced to work with the Contessa. I hope y'all enjoy this fic 🥰 Also, this is for the @sambuckylibrary’s TFATWS Anniversary Event 2024 for the prompts “Better Thunderbolts Ideas” and "Hurt/Comfort" (I know I'm early for hurt comfort but still). I hope y'all enjoy the fic! 🥰

Off Mission

| Pairing: SamBucky | Rated: T | WC: 2K |

Summary: Sam might have gotten hurt on a mission. He didn't expect to find Bucky on the same mountain, ready to help him pick a lock into a cabin.

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Sam wouldn’t say that he was the most adept at picking locks. Sam could hotwire a quinjet without a thought. Sam could hack security cameras from muscle memory. Sam could reconfigure the system on a drone blindfolded. But give Sam an old-fashioned lock and he was fumbling. It didn’t help that Sam’s wound had already reopened. Sam was pretty good at giving himself stitches, but the amount of movement he had to do to hike the forested mountain to find a seasonal cabin combined with trying to pick this damned lock had opened the wound up. “Sam. Let me.” Sam froze. Sam felt him. The gentle hand on his waist. Sam closed his eyes as he let that hand guide him closer to the warm body connected to it; allowed Sam to lean on him. “Bucky,” Sam breathed.

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#tfatwsanniversary2024 #sambucky #sam wilson #bucky barnes #sambucky fic #thunderbolts #bittersweet #hurt comfort #bucky takes care of sam #my fic #Off Mission

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sassysambucky · 2 years

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More Bucky Taking Care of Sam prompts

Bucky's hand gently steering phone-busy Sam while they walk so he doesn't bump into something

Bucky calling Sam while they're on separate missions to make sure he had dinner (in different time zones)

Bucky trying his hardest to be a househusband and learning how to make Sam's favorite childhood dishes

Bucky preparing little local gifts for Sam when he visits Wakanda

Bucky secretly researching black hair and then casually asking Sam if he wants a scalp massage (as if he isn't fully prepared)

#sambucky #sambucky prompts #sambucky headcanons #bucky takes care of sam

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samwontshare · 2 years

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Bucky Takes Care of Sam Master List Update

Ooooookay so it looks like AO3 is merging all of the tags similar to Bucky Takes Care of Sam.

That means y’all are tagging some good stuff!! Woo! It is now considered a common tag in the MCU fandom. We did it!!!

You can filter by this tag!

On the downside, I need to figure out the new display so I can correctly link y’all for maximum fics. I have bookmarked a lot of fics and then people have tagged a lot of fics. This used to display together. I think you now have to click Works (tagged) vs Bookmarked.

Current tag AO3 prefers: Bucky Barnes Takes Care of Sam Wilson

Tagged works!

Bookmarked items! (By anyone w this tag)

My specific bookmarks!

Go team go:

#sambucky #sam wilson #bucky barnes #bucky takes care of sam #Bucky takes care of Sam masterlist project

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livingincolorsagain · 4 months

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Hi! If you're still taking requests, Sambucky for List 3 Random prompts #11, please?

hey! thank you for the prompt <33

“You’re insane,” Bucky said through gritted teeth, Sam’s arm around his shoulder as he dragged him through the last few steps toward the safe house.

“You love me,” Sam threw back, leaning more of his weight on Bucky, his voice sluggish and laced with pain.

“Not right now I don’t,” Bucky deadpanned, tightening his arm around Sam’s waist as he reached the door. He shouldered it open, the old, worn wood giving way easily under his weight, swinging open with a loud creak. He dragged Sam over to the lone armchair, sitting him down before moving to turn on the light and find the first-aid kit.

By the time Bucky had collected everything he needed, Sam had stripped down the top part of his suit, leaving him in a compression top and a grimace of pain on his face.

“What did you do that for?” Bucky asked around a sigh, setting everything down and getting on his knees before Sam.

“You were taking so long; thought the old age finally caught up to you.”

“I’m barely even hundred-and-ten, who are ya callin’ old?” Bucky said, pulling the compression shirt up Sam’s stomach to check the injury. He saw how hard Sam had hit the ground, he could see how laborious his breathing was, so there was a very good chance he had broken a few ribs.

“Jesus, sweetheart.”

“Don’t get soft on me now, baby.”

Bucky dragged his eyes away from the blooming bruise that was taking up most of Sam’s stomach and chest to meet his heavy lidded eyes. “I’m always soft on you, Sammy.”

Sam lifted his arm, holding his hand out until Bucky leaned in and Sam’s palm was cupping his cheek, his thumb rubbing back and forth over the cheekbone.

“I’m okay,” Sam whispered.

“You’re hurt,” Bucky said, “and you’re distracting me. C’mon now, let me take care of you.”

Sam dropped his hand away from Bucky’s face, a small smile playing on his face. “Wouldn’t be able to stop you even if I wanted to.”

Bucky rolled his eyes as he caught Sam’s hand, pressing a kiss to the palm.

“No,” he said, opening the kit and getting to work. “You wouldn’t.”

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#sambucky #sam wilson #bucky barnes #onlysambucky #sambucky fic #a writes sambucky #will write a bucky takes care of sam every chance i get

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socksracoon10 · 3 months

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𝕺𝖍, 𝖜𝖍𝖆𝖙'𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙? 𝕴 𝖈𝖆𝖓'𝖙 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖗 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉 𝖔𝖋 𝖒𝖞 𝖉𝖊𝖑𝖚𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘.

𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐞! 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬, 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐣𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐰: 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙: 𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Being Best Friends With Legolas (Headcanons) Being an Elf and falling in love with Thorin (Headcanons) Waiting for Nothing (Legolas) More fics to be added! 𝐏𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐧: Pirate (Will Turner) The Banter of Thieves (Jack Sparrow) Curious of The Seas (Jack Sparrow) Being Davy Jones' and Calypso's Daughter (Headcanons) More fics to be added! 𝐎𝐥𝐝 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬: - 𝙾𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜: 𝒜 𝒮𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝐹𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒞𝓇𝒾𝓅𝓅𝓁𝑒𝒹 𝒟𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝐿𝑒𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝑀𝑒 𝒞𝓇𝒾𝓂𝓈𝑜𝓃 𝐿𝒶𝒸𝑒 (𝑀𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉) (Series - On Hold) 𝔅𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔡 𝔈𝔶𝔢 (Masterlist) (Series - On Hold) - 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚕: 𝐼'𝓂 𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊 (𝐵𝓊𝒸𝓀𝓎 𝐵𝒶𝓇𝓃𝑒𝓈 𝓍 𝐹!𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇) 𝐄𝐱𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐞? (𝐒𝐚𝐦 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐅!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫) (Series - On Hold) - 𝙷𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚋𝚊𝚕: Two Sides - Will Graham x F!Reader Between Two Fires - Will Graham x F!Reader 1:34 - Will Graham x F!Reader, Hannibal Lecter x F!Reader - 𝚁𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖/𝙼𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚘𝚞𝚜: 𝐀 𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐦𝐞𝐬 (Sherlock Holmes x F!Reader) 𝐆𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐲 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 (Robin Hood x F!Reader) 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐬 (Bernard The Elf x Elf!Reader) 𝚃𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚘𝚛 (Dark!Laurent LeClaire x F!Reader)

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bisamwilson · 10 months

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Hi! Sambucky + #6, pretty please?

thanks for the ask <3 #6: things you said under the stars and in the grass (from this list)

There's a firefly within reaching distance, so it shouldn't be any surprise to Bucky that Sam automatically reaches up towards it.

He doesn't catch it like Bucky expects him to, like Bucky'd seen him do with Cass and AJ on warm summer nights down in Delacroix, but just lets his hands hover a few inches away until it blinks off outward into the night. Sam's arms fall back down to his stomach.

"You know how a lot of people get seasick when they're lying out on a boat?" Sam asks, a tinge of melancholy in his voice that doesn't match the lazy haze of the night. He doesn't look over to see if Bucky nods, but he does anyway. "Sometimes I think I've got the opposite of that. Watching the stars from solid ground feels wrong in a way I can't really explain."

They'd been in upstate New York for entirely too long, training some of the new kids at the compound to teach them how to work as a team, along with Sam training Joaquín on some of the more advanced techniques with the wings. Bucky's even starting to feel a little homesick for Delacroix, for the allure of Sarah's living room couch, so he can't imagine how much Sam must miss it.

"I heard Cass won his little league game last night," Bucky says, knowing both that talking about his nephews tends to take Sam's mind off of things and that the reminder that Bucky texts Sarah on occasion now might be enough to playful irritate the melancholy away for a while.

Sam huffs a laugh out of his nose and turns his head to look at Bucky, his eyebrow raised. "Man, what did I tell you about talking to my sister?"

Bucky makes an exaggerated show of putting his hands behind his head and getting comfortable, keeping his gaze fixed on the sky above him. "No flirting involved, I swear," he says in a cheeky voice that implies the exact opposite. He's fully aware Sam knows any amount of flirting with Sarah is playful by now, a fun way for both of them to tease Sam considering how obvious it is to everyone around that Bucky's got it bad for Sam himself.

They haven't really crossed any lines on that front yet, even though Bucky's almost positive it's mutual, but they both know they're driving towards it at a pretty steady pace.

Sam reaches over and pushes him gently, and Bucky makes an even bigger show of lurching to the side. "Ignoring the fact that you were absolutely flirting with my sister, yeah, Cass did win his little league game last night. They're going to some kind of tournament in NOLA next week, and he spent like an hour on FaceTime with me last night telling me about all of the stuff he's planning to pack and all of the places he wants to go visit while they're already in town."

Sam smiles to himself with that soft, sweet smile that always makes Bucky's heart flutter in his chest before his grin drops just enough to notice if you're looking.

Bucky's always looking.

"He asked me if I could go watch him and I told him I'd try, but it feels like just about every day there's something new to teach the kids or some new urgent mission to fly out to. Sarah said she'd tape the whole thing for me, but it's still not the same, you know?"

Perhaps bringing up the baseball game wasn't Bucky's best move, he thinks.

Sam sighs and rolls back over on his back for just a moment before pushing himself upright and standing up, lightly brushing off his shorts. "We should probably head inside. Gettin' kinda late, and we have kids to teach tomorrow."

There's a grumpy retort about having to teach these new overpowered children on the tip of Bucky's tongue, but he holds it back and just shakes his head. "You go ahead. I'll catch up soon."

Sam's eyebrows knit together, but he doesn't press. "Night, Buck. Sleep tight."

"Night, Sammy," he replies softly, when Sam's a little too far away to hear.

He fishes his phone out of his pocket and notes the late hour, but he figures Sharon's probably still up, so he dials her number anyways.

"You know business hours don't extend till eleven PM, right, Bucky?" she asks in lieu of a hello.

He thinks about teasing her about her time running a nightclub in the midst of a stolen art selling operation that definitely stayed open past normal business hours, but he decides against it. "Hey, Sharon? Any way that Sam could get this weekend off? Cass has a baseball game."

She hums. "You willing to tag in if the world catches fire?"

Bucky looks off in the direction that Sam had walked off in. "For Sam? Always."

#i am from the south so i say lightning bugs instead of fireflies by the way #but bucky is not so firefly it is no matter how much it pained me to write it #anyways here's a bit of homesick sam and bucky takes care of sam for your wednesday #thanks for the ask!!#sam wilson #bucky barnes #sambucky #otp: i’m coming with you #onlysambucky #only sambucky #buckysam #sam wilson x bucky barnes #bucky barnes x sam wilson #winterfalcon #mak writes #ask #funsized-loser #marvel

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valkyrieandstrangeridingaragorn · 7 months

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Thank God a lot of Redditors aren't thrilled by the idea of Born Again fridging Foggy and writing Karen out completely. 😐

Those are great comments, thank you for sharing. To be honest with you I don't understand Marvel's logic here. They get the rights to the best Netflix series and they can write all these incredible characters, but instead of doing that they get rid of two of the main characters so they can introduce their own new people we don't know, have no attachment to, and we're gonna have to get to know during the season? Is it hubris or is it something else?

Killing Foggy in the first episode is done for shock value, nothing else. But acting like Karen never even existed is even worse, what that tells me is that they see Karen as Matt's love interest and nothing more... which is so insulting I can't even begin to explain how annoying it is. The Karen who confronted Fisk alone and told him she had killed Wesley herself? The same woman who risked her life to provoke Fisk? This Karen? 👇

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I love her.

I agree with the comment that says Marvel seem allergic to having series where the characters have strong relationships with one another. Unless it's a romantic partner, how many of the characters in the D+ series have a strong support system? It's so limiting. Matt is a wonderful character but he's made better by having Karen and Foggy with him. If you take that just so that he can show some male tears and for shock value, the only message you're sending is that you want the social media clout but you don't care about the story. And the audience is not stupid - as shown in those comments above.

#daredevil #matt murdock #foggy nelson #karen page #daredevil born again #it's like they think we want to see the title character and we don't care about those around them #there's a reason people like to see Peter with May and MJ and his best friend #there's a reason the Cap movies work with Bucky and Sam and Nat #and the Thor movies needed his family and his friends there with him too #but the MCU takes these title characters... they remove them from their support system... and then wonder why the new stuff doesn't work

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mimisempai · 1 year

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The smile that belongs only to me

Summary

Sam smiles often, but there is a smile that belongs only to Bucky. So Bucky can't stand it for long when he shows it to others... What if Sam is doing it on purpose?

Notes

For an Anon - Sambucky / Kiss N°=46

A kiss out of envy or jealousy

On Ao3

Rating G - 631 words

"I swear he does it on purpose!" muttered Bucky.

"Huh? What did you say?" whispered Joaquin.

Bucky replied curtly, "None of your business."

Bucky was immediately angry at himself for answering the younger man like that, but he was so pissed off that he couldn't control himself. Still, he turned to Joaquin and gave him an apologetic smile. Then his attention returned to the front of the meeting room, to the source of his irritation.

Sam was walking back and forth in front of the holographic displays, explaining the team assignments of the various Avengers.

Bucky grumbled again, "There he goes again! There's that smile again!"

It was true that Sam was never stingy with smiles, often affectionately mocking when it came to Bucky, but that smile! It was one of the smiles in Bucky's personal collection. Sam wasn't allowed to show it to anyone.

The smile when he had told him in Delacroix, "Just stay here."

That fucking smile. The one that had made Bucky feel welcome. The one that had told him "home".

Bucky was sure he was doing it on purpose because after every smile he looked at Bucky, that challenging glint in his eyes. Only because, in a moment of abandonment, he had confessed to Sam that he hated it when he gave that smile to someone else. Bucky knew it was childish, but he was rarely rational when it came to Sam.

Bucky's annoyance grew as the meeting progressed and Sam's provocations continued.

"Bucky, Bucky!"

Joaquin's voice snapped him out of his thoughts as the young man continued, "The meeting is over. We're on the same team. You..."

Bucky noticed everyone getting up and heading for the door. He turned to Joaquin and cut him off, "Don't wait for me, I have something to do. "

Joaquin gave a half smile and cheekily replied, "That something is Sam, I guess..."

Bucky didn't answer, his eyes fixed on Sam as he waited for everyone to come out before he went to his lover who was gathering his files.

He approached him slowly.

Sam looked at him and asked, "Bucky, do you need anything?"

Bucky had time to see the defiant gleam in Sam's deceptively innocent eyes and that damn smile returned.

In two long strides he reached Sam and pinned him against the desk, then grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, pulled him close and whispered against his lips, "Yeah, I need something."

Sam, not at all impressed, licked his lips and replied, "What?" smiling again.

"I have to wipe that smile off your face."

Sam brought his face close to Bucky's, their lips now only a breath apart.

"I thought you liked that smile?"

He barely had time to finish his sentence before Bucky's lips were on his, hungry and rough.

Sam couldn't hold back a moan in the kiss and buried his fingers in his lover's long hair. When they pulled away to breathe, the challenging gleam returned to Sam's eyes and his lips parted in the same smile.

It was enough for Bucky to capture Sam's lips again in another heated kiss.

A little while later, panting from their make-out session, they both had satisfied and satiated smiles on their faces.

Sam said in an amused tone, "Who would have thought that all I had to do was smile and the cold winter soldier would explode?"

"I didn't explode!" protested Bucky, not at all convincingly.

"You didn't? Well, from where I was standing, it sure looked like you did," Sam replied mockingly.

When Bucky tried to retort, Sam flashed that damn smile again.

Bucky growled and Sam laughed at his reaction.

"Stop laughing..." Bucky muttered.

Sam bit his lower lip and replied in a seductive voice, "Make me."

Which Bucky rushed to do.

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Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story 🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝I

Sambucky masterlist here

#established sambucky #tfatws #sam wilson #bucky barnes #sambucky #sam wilson x bucky barnes #bucky barnes x sam wilson #sambucky fics #Bucky Barnes Takes Care of Sam Wilson

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angelmichelangelo · 2 years

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forgot to say this but when i went to see doctor strange last weekend, there was a trailer for the new top gun movie playing. and of course when danny ramirez showed on screen i felt my heart melt a bit (because he’s always gonna be torres to me) and it made me think…. sam being in the airforce, i feel like he does have a soft spot for top gun, so do you think when the new movie comes out, sam takes bucky and torres to see it (torres is also a fan, maybe not such a diehard one like sam because of his age, but bucky is still dying on the hill of: “i only like 40s movies waaah”) and afterwards sam is just gushing about how much he loved it and how much torres looks like that one character. and ofc torres is very blushy (especially when sam calls him handsome) and as per usual, bucky is sulking in the backseat of the car, openly showing off his jealousy, to which sam and torres ignore lol

#sam and torres being big military movie nerds #bucky being like: I don’t care why is popcorn so expensive take me home #sambucky #marvel

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argentkosmos · 2 years

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I should think about my final dissertation in less than 10 days but all I can think about is sambucky and how I really want to write some soft hurt/comfort for them.... I just have a lot of feelings

#sambucky #hello im alive #just like very soft bucky taking care of sam bc Sam deserves the world #me softly but with a lot of feeling: sambucky #tfatws #ideas

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thatmexisaurusrex · 1 month

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Hi! For the romance ask: 🤗

SamBucky Romance Asks

So, both you and @exbex asked for cuddling and it 😂 it kind of became an over 4K fic, so I thought I would make it into an AO3 fic. It's also for the @sambuckylibrary's TFATWS Anniversary Event 2024 for the prompt "Laying Low", though I guess it could have worked for "Reunite in Wakanda" too 😂 Anyways, I hope y'all both enjoy! 🥰

Want to Live in Your Personal Space

| Pairing: SamBucky | Rated: E | WC: 4.4K |

Summary: After a mission where he hadn't slept in days, Sam Wilson makes the very impulsive decision to meet Bucky Barnes in the town he recently moved to in Wakanda.

Excerpt:

Sam wondered if he looked like he was making a bad decision to these two random strangers. The elderly woman looked Sam up and down, smiled knowingly, and asked in Xhosa, “Meeting a lover? Or leaving one?” Sam. Didn’t know how to respond to that. All he knew was his face was burning as the train pulled into the station.

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#tfatwsanniversary2024 #sambucky #sam wilson #bucky barnes #sambucky fics #bucky takes care of sam #wakanda #getting together #laying low #my fics #Want to Live in Your Personal Space

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sassysambucky · 2 years

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One of my favorite Sambucky dynamics: Bucky being so soft about Sam but then aggressively attracted to and supportive of Sam.

There’s, “I’d give my all for you, doll,” and then he’s adding, “Hell, I’d kill for you right now,” and Sam is like what the heck, relax, I get it, baby, please do not.

Bucky could say, “I miss you,” after a long mission, but it’s, “God, I want to cook dinner for you and then ravage you, make you feel good. Can I do that for you?” while rubbing his tired shoulders and Sam is shook but also so used to it and just nodding wide-eyed… like who can say no to this?

And if someone messes with Sam, even a damn reporter trying to get slick on the rare time that Sam is too tired to think about questions, Bucky is feral and goes on protective mode.

#sambucky #sambucky headcanons #bucky takes care of sam #😭 i love it

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samwontshare · 2 years

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another fine addition to your collection

https://archiveofourown.org/works/38877867

It IS a fine addition the Bucky Takes Care of Sam master list project. Thank you for bringing it to my attention, dear Nonny!

dream me home by Lies_Unfurl - 2735 words -

On the plane between Madripoor and Riga, the stress of the storage unit explosion brings nightmares for Sam. Bucky takes care of him—and, in turn, Sam tells him about home.

#asks #Bucky takes care of Sam master list project #fic rec

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bucks-babe · 4 months

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Be Mean To Me

Pairing: Bucky x f!reader

Summary: After a long day at work, you just want to lose all control and have your boyfriend fuck you into oblivion

Warnings: Established relationship, slight angst, fluff, smut, mean!dom!bucky, reader asks for it, they are so in love, rough sex, dom/sub dynamics, oral (male receiving), ball sucking, slapping, spit kink?, degradation, humiliation, name calling (slut, whore, bitch, sugar, good girl), daddy kink, some praise, spanking, pussy slapping (like once), safe word (yellow), vaginal sex, no prep anal, Bucky has a huge dick, choking, aftercare, check-ins, crying during sex, crying after sex, soft!Bucky, no mention of Y/N, no description of reader other than being female

Word Count: 4.9k of mostly smut

A/N: This was very self indulgent. Work has been kicking my ass and I want to be taken care of. Any mistakes are my own. If I missed any warnings please let me know. @bucknastysbabe it's done! I think I should go back to therapy. But hey, smut

You feel your throat tighten as you walk up to the apartment you share with Bucky. It was one of those days that left you beaten down and wanting to curl up under your blankets and cry. You didn’t even want to go into work this morning, having to force yourself to get ready. Too many rude customers, incompetent coworkers giving you more work than you get paid to do, everything leaving you overstimulated and wanting your boyfriend.

It left a craving deep down inside of you, a want that you knew only he could quell. You just wanted to shut your brain off, have Bucky take care of you, ruin you, treat you like a whore, break you down, just to put you back together again.

You swallow the lump in your throat and unlock the front door, finding Bucky on the couch watching some random action movie that he claimed to hate. At the sight of him your body naturally relaxes and the urge to crawl onto his lap is too much to bear.

“Hey, sugar. I’ve been missing you all day. You’ll never fucking believe the video Sam sent me of Tony trying out his new thrusters! He flew rig- What’s wrong?” He perked up at the sound of the door opening, truly missing his girl. Whenever you’re around him his entire day gets better, a lightness filling his chest, but when he sees how run down you are, his heart literally hurts for you. Bucky wants to protect you from everything, from supervillains all the way to spiders in the house.

“Long day, baby. Just wanna be with you.” He opens his arms and you instantly crawl into his lap, eyes burning with tears you refuse to shed. He runs his metal hand up and down your back, pulling you as close to him as possible, while his flesh hand rests on your head, holding you to his neck, letting you breathe him in.

“What can I do for you, sugar? Want to talk about it? I can order from your favorite place. Can run you a bath. Whatever you want, sweet girl.”

“Please, be mean to me, Bucky.” Bucky feels his heart clench in his chest. He wants to keep your heart safe from whatever it is that is plaguing you, but he knows he can’t. What he can do is follow your request and make you forget.

“How mean do you want me, sugar?” Bucky has done this for you a few times. He always asks how you want him to treat you. It’s in his nature to be sweet to you, fill you with praise, but that's not what you want right now. You want to be degraded and treated like a fucktoy.

“Mean.” You keep your eyes trained on him. This is the only part where you need to keep your head on, make sure that he knows you want this.

“Remember your colors, sugar?” You nob, excitement bubbling up inside of you. “Remember, daddy will only be upset with you if you don’t use them. If you need to say yellow or red, you will.” His tone is final. This is the only way he would ever agree to treating you like a slut.

“Yes, daddy.” And just like that, Bucky’s entire demeanor changes. He goes from your sweet, cuddly boyfriend to a cold and callous body of muscle.

“Then take your clothes off, slut.” He pushes you off his lap, just hard enough to give the illusion of indifference. As you strip, Bucky keeps his eyes trained on the TV, not paying you any mind. Your core throbs at the fact that you are completely exposed while he is still fully dressed.

“On your knees.” He’s still not looking at you, but you obey without thought, willing to do whatever he wants. Grabbing the back of your neck, he forces you in between his spread legs, and you whine at the fact that his cock is still soft inside his sweats. Any other day, Bucky would make sure that your knees were never on the hardwood floor without a pillow or something soft underneath, but not today.

On days like these, when you want to feel completely submissive, it takes Bucky a while to get aroused. It’s in his nature to love up on you, make you drunk with pleasure in the sweetest way possible. He feeds off of your energy. When he is sure that you are having fun, his body lets himself fall into his role.

“What? You think at the first signs of some tits I’m gonna get hard? I knew you were a dumb slut but I didn’t realize just how thick you were.” Your pussy was absolutely pulsing with need. With his hand still on the back of your neck, he rubs your face against his crotch, feeling his cock begin to harden at the smell of your arousal.

He pulls you back far enough to slide his pants down, foregoing boxers, and you immediately try to take his half hard length in your mouth. Before you can process it, Bucky’s right hand lands a slap to your cheek - hard enough to make a welt that will take a few hours to disappear. You gasp and your cunt pulses even harder than before at the sting left on your cheek.

His metal hand wraps around your chin, much cooler than it’s supposed to be, and forces you to look him in the eye. In the back of your mind you realize that he turned on the cooling function in his arm to sooth your cheek; the arm was built to keep him cool in the Wakandan sun and heat. “Did daddy say you could suck his cock?” He uses his hand to shake your head from side to side, answering for you. “Then keep your slutty mouth shut.”

He spreads his legs wider and pulls your face closer to his heavy sack, already full of cum. “Hands behind your back, and suck on daddy’s balls.” You join your hands together behind your back without question and nuzzle his balls. Wasting no time, you take one into your mouth, sucking feverishly, enjoying the light dusting of hair tickling your face.

“Oh, fuck, come on, slut, I know you can do better than that. Take ‘em both in your dirty mouth.” He pushes you further into him, cutting off your oxygen, and you swear you hear your slick drip onto the floor. Your jaw aches as you try to get them both in your mouth, but you can't; his balls are too big. Bucky ruts against your face, squishing his balls, precum leaking from his tip, dripping onto his stomach after he takes his shirt off.

With your limited amount of movement, you alternate between each ball, licking at the seam. Every time you switch balls, you feel the other drag wetly across your face and you have to clench your legs in an attempt to quell the ache between them while fighting with your need for air. “Such a dirty bitch, lapping at your daddy’s nuts, shit.” He pulls you back just as your head starts to go fuzzy from the lack of oxygen, and you gasp for air, spit is covering the lower half of your face and is dripping down your neck and chest; Bucky feels his cock throb at the sight.

Reaching out, Bucky smears your spit around your face and leaves another, weaker smack to your cheek before he grabs his cock and uses his weeping tip to tease you, dragging it on your face. “What a nasty fucking bitch, drooling all over the place just from sucking some balls.” He slaps your cheeks with it a few times before forcing your head down all the way, making you gag and you immediately pull off, coughing.

He stares into your eyes, cold and calculating, waiting for you to speak. When your coughing subsides you manage to get out a hoarse ‘green,’ giving him the all clear. He takes your head and once again makes you take his cock, this time much slower and not as deep, the first time he wanted to fuck with you. “Such a perfect fucking mouth, shit.” He stops you from bobbing your head, “Stop being such a desperate whore and let daddy finish his movie.” You're sure you’re leaking onto the floor at this point.

You are able to see his face and he looks wrecked, mouth hanging open and head back; he’s not watching shit. Nonetheless, you rest your head on his thigh, getting comfortable, spreading your legs out to get closer to the floor so your head won't be bent at an awkward angle, ignoring the pain in your knees and the ache in your jaw.

The only sounds filling the room are Bucky’s ragged breathing and the movie playing in the background. There is saliva everywhere, his cock, all over his balls, down to his ass and on the couch. His cock is constantly leaking precum into your mouth but you don’t swallow, letting his taste linger on your tongue.

This isn’t what you wanted, you wanted him to demolish you. Sitting with his cock in your mouth is giving you too much time to think, so you do what any sane person would do - be a brat. At the first suckle, Bucky lets out a broken moan, at the second, he knows what you’re up to. Flicking your ear with his metal hand he hisses, “Don’t make me punish you, bitch.” At the third, he yanks you off of his dick, a trail of drool and precum keeping the two of you connected, as slaps you once again with his flesh hand, this time not soothing the marred flesh with his metal hand.

He stands and kicks the couch out of the way and pulls you with him by the neck. “You disobedient little-” he cuts himself short at the small puddle of slick that he finds from your previous position. “Is that what I think it is?” You only whine in response, his grip on your neck never faltering.

With his free hand, he reaches down to your pussy to feel just how wet you are, confirming his suspicions. “What a dirty fucking slut, leaking all over my floor.” He pulls you in closer to him just to whisper, “Lick it the fuck up, bitch,” before pushing you to the ground.

Your knees hit the wood hard and pain runs up your spine. You ignore the ache and brainlessly lap at your juices on the floor before Bucky smushes your cheek against the puddle and you moan. “Messy bitch, you are? Cunt is pulsing, waiting for my dick. Too bad I have to punish you, isn’t it, slut?” He leans down to the floor, eyes lined up with yours. “Daddy is going to give you ten spanks and I want you to count them.” You don’t respond immediately, stuck in a sort of limbo, drawn in further at the softness in his eyes.

No matter how hard he tries, Bucky can’t hide his devotion to you, that’s why he doesn’t let you look at him when he needs to play this role. His whole face softens at your silence, fearing he’s gone too far. “Color, sugar.” Stroking your cheek, he leans in closer, breathing you in.

“Green, daddy, so green.” The sigh Bucky lets out is audible and he feels ten times lighter.

“Good girl, you want to keep going the way we were?” Even though you said green, he wants to be certain.

“Yes please, daddy, want you to be mean.” You look so small and soft. Bucky struggles to put his facade back up, but he knows you need this.

Bucky positions himself behind you, staring at your ass and glistening pussy, and feels his cock bounce. The first slap isn’t soft by any means, you know there will be a handprint left. Your body jolts and Bucky groans at the jiggle of your ass. “One.” The second is on your other cheek and makes you clench around nothing. “Two.” He lands the next two much harder on the same cheek and you feel tears form in your eyes, yet continue to count, digging your nails into your palm.

He repeats the two spanks to your left cheek and takes a break to sooth your heated and raised skin with his metal hand after you’ve counted. The ground beneath your cheek is hard and unforgiving, leaving you neck bent at an odd angle. Spank seven lands on the back of your right thigh and somehow feels much stronger. “Shit! Seven, daddy.” Eight is on your left, and is just as hard. Your entire lower body aches: cunt pulsing and throbbing for his cock, thighs burning, and ass red and raw, sobbing with every impact.

“These last two are going to be harder, slut, since you forgot to count.” Even with his warning, you aren’t prepared. They are hard and fast, hearing them before you feel them, knocking the breath out of you, and you try to scramble up, but Bucky holds you down. “Don’t run away from me, you know better.” All of a sudden, the sharpest and most excruciating pain blooms from your cunt, and then you hear the wet smack of his metal hand hitting your core.

You wail, body shooting up, legs fighting to close to soothe the sting left. Before you can, Bucky’s hand on the back of your head keeps you to the ground, while he slams his cock into your cunt, not stopping to let you adjust. “That’s it, fuck. Such a good pussy. Dirty fucking bitch.” You can’t breathe, his cock is knocking all of the air out of your lungs. The only sounds in the room are Bucky’s moans and the wet slapping of skin, his heavy balls banging against your sore clit. With each thrust you’re sure he’s hitting your cervix.

The hand on the back of your head leaves to grab your hip, letting him fuck you even faster, the both of you sliding further and further on the floor. You try to brace yourself with your hands, but the brutality of his fucking is no match. “Daddy, fuck, s-so g-good, please!” You don’t know what you’re begging for, but your cunt is pulling him in, barely letting him pull out.

Bucky is practically chasing you on the floor, hips never slowing down, eyes trained on your pussy, loving the creamy white mess on his dick. “Fuuuck, look at the ass bouncing on daddy’s cock, shit! Love the way this fat fucking ass looks when its all red and sore.” He’s in heaven, with the tight clench of your cunt wrapping around his cock, making him feel crazy.

“Daddy! I can’t, f-fuck, please, too much!” You’re fucking delirious with pleasure, feeling something twisting inside of you. You searched for something to hold on to, only finding smooth surface, legs locking, body seizing up.

“You can and you will take this dick, bitch. I don’t care if it makes you fucking bleed.” The pressure in your core builds tighter and tighter, all the while, Bucky’s hips never falter, sack still ramming against your clit.The breath is knocked out of you when you feel the most intense orgasm of your life pass through you.

Keening and wailing, you squirt on Bucky’s cock, the sounds of your fucking somehow getting even more wet until the force of your orgasm pushes his cock out. Your body is left twitching. There is a much larger puddle on the floor now - your cum. Bucky could fucking cum at the sight of your pathetic body laying on the ground, body wrought with pleasure. “Fuck, sugar! That was so fucking hot! You squirted all over, shit! I fucking love you so goddamn much.”

The entire lower half of his body is covered with your cum and Bucky swears he can feel his heartbeat in his cock. Nonetheless, he wraps his arms around your waist and hulls you over to where he kicked the couch, placing your upper half on the cushions. “You’re so fucking wet now I bet I could slide right into that tight ass, what do you think, slut?” Your core pulses at the thought of his fat cock in your ass, the two of you don’t usually do anal, given how big he is, but you can’t think straight, especially after cumming so hard.

“Yes, daddy. I want your big cock in my ass, want you to fill me up.” Bucky groans at the thought of his excessive load running out of your ass. Leaning back, he ruts against your pussy, gathering more of your slick, before spreading your cheeks with his hands, staring at your puckered hole. He lines his cock up and watches as precum leaks from his tip.

His cock is huge, much longer and thicker than average, and he knows it. Grabbing himself near his tip, he pushes, grunting at the resistance, knowing that this would be much easier if he takes the time to prep you, but you want to be treated like a whore. “You gotta loosen the fuck up, bitch or else I’ll really fucking hurt you. Want this fucking ass so bad, better let daddy in. Cock is too big for this little ass, isn’t it, gonna split you in half, leave you leaking for days.”

He pushes harder, tip finally popping in, causing searing pain to shoot through you. Crying out, you try to pull forward to escape the burning pain, wiggling further into the couch. Bucky leans over, careful not to push in any further, he knows you need a moment, any other time you would have been fully prepped and he would have slid right in, and wraps his metal hand around your neck, shushing you, “Shhhh, stop being so dramatic.”

After a few minutes, the pain begins to subside and your breathing calms down. Keeping his hand around your throat, he pushes in, inch by inch, and the pain comes back. You whine into the cushion, every new inch burning more than the last until his hips are flush with your ass. “What the fuck?! Your ass is so fu-fucking tight, shit! Fucking milking my cock, wanna pound this little hole, wanna fucking ruin you.”

Burying his face in the back of your neck, Bucky was taking deep breaths, completely out of it. He wasn’t thinking straight, not when your tight hole was hugging every inch of his cock. You on the other hand, were struggling, it was too much too fast. It fucking hurt, there were tears in your eyes, but your pussy was aching like it wanted more. Your clit throbbed with need, even when your ass was stretched to the brim.

You didn’t want to stop, but you needed a break, before Bucky could move his hips you muttered, “Yellow, daddy, yellow.” The hand on your neck left and Bucky maneuvered his upper body so that he could look you in the eye without moving his cock. His entire demeanor was different, back was your sweet, caring boyfriend.

“Good girl, daddy’s so proud of you for using your safe word. Shhh, it’s okay, sugar. Do you just need a second to breathe? Take your time, if you need to stop I will.” Bucky caresses your face as he soothes you, bringing you back down. His cock is still buried to the hilt in your ass, driving him insane. He wants to rail you so fucking bad, tip of his cock probably purple by now, but he would never do anything you didn’t want to, more than willing to sit with his cock inside of you until you’re ready or decide to stop.

You don’t know how much time passes, but eventually, you loosen up and your mind goes fuzzy once again, desperate for him to move. You wiggle your hips, rocking back and forth, instead of pain, blinding pleasure courses through you. “Green, daddy. I’m ready, just needed to get used to your fat cock, want you to pound into me.” Bucky lets out the most sinful groan and stills your hips with his hands.

He starts out slow, easing you into his motions, gradually gaining speed and force the louder your moans get. “Daddy, faster, please, harder, feels so good!” You were practically sobbing, loving the way he was splitting you open. His hips and thighs were wet from when you squirted on him, slapping against your ass, everytime he pulled back a vulgar shlick sound could be heard.

He fucked you faster and harder, staring at where you were connected. “This fucking ass feels incredible. Taking me so well, knew you could do it, fuck. Splitting your tiny ass in half. Oh God!” He could feel his orgasm building up, fighting it off everytime his cum filled sack slapped against your pussy. Letting go of your hips he snarled, “Show daddy how much of a fucking slut you are and bounce that fat ass on his cock.”

You whined, but complied anyway, digging your toes into the floor to get more leverage to keep slamming back on his cock. The sounds of skin slapping and both of your moans completely drowned out the ending of Bucky’s movie, not that either of you cared. Panting and moaning, you kept working yourself on him, feeling another orgasm bubbling up.

Meeting your thrusts, Bucky was rambling, not having one coherent thought in his head, “Look at that, give me that ass, yes! Don’t you dare fucking stop, bitch, want you to milk this cock. Love the way it fucking bounces, never seen anything like it, oh fuck!” He was getting whiny, high pitched moans falling from his lips. He couldn’t help it, his cock was too fucking sensitive and you felt too good.

“M Gonna cum, daddy! Can I cum?” Bucky practically growls, getting up to his feet to squat, not missing a beat while still trusting in you. Every time his pelvis met your ass he whined and whimpered, loving the way it jiggled. He could feel you clenching around him, drawing his own orgasm closer.

“Not until I do. Fucking hold it, bitch.” It seemed impossible, but Bucky fucked you even faster, his hips moving at a ferocious speed. He wanted to cum so fucking bad and your high pitched moans were about to make him bust. “Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. I’m gonna fucking nut. You want daddy to fill your ass up, huh? God! Fuck, I’m splitting you in two. Uhhh. Balls are so heavy, so much cum. Fuuuuuuck. Daddy’s gonna fill you up, have you leaking.”

His hand wraps around your throat and chokes you, hips still smashing against yours, your orgasm barely being held in. You try to talk, get him to let you cum, but no words come out. Bucky felt his orgasm approach, balls pulling up, “Shiiit, daddy’s gonna cum, gonna flood your ass, you ready, cum with your daddy. Right. Fucking. Now.” Bucky cums with a long, drawn out moan. The feeling of his endless load pouring into your ass sends you over the edge and you cum so hard your vision goes black for a second. Waves upon waves of pleasure coursing through you. Bucky’s hips jerk involuntarily, prolonging both of your orgasms.

As you both catch your breaths, you feel Bucky begin to soften inside of you, still plugging your hole, stopping his cum from leaking back out. “You were so good for me, sugar. I’m so proud of you.” At those words you feel your bottom lip begin to tremble. Burying your face into the cushions, a sob escapes your throat, all of your emotions finally bubbling over.

Running his hands up and down your back, Bucky soothes you. This was always his least favorite part, seeing you cry. He knows that you’re crying isn’t because of him, but there is always a twinge of fear that shoots through his body, scared that he went too far with you. Bucky pulls out as gently as he can, hissing when the air touches his spent dick, and moves to rest his back against the couch, pulling you into his lap.

Neither of you care that his cum is leaking all over. Bucky will clean the room later, after he takes care of his sweet girl. You cling to him as you sob into his neck, his hands massage your sore cheeks as he whispers in your ear, “Such a good girl for me, you made me feel so fucking good. Can’t even begin to explain how good you felt. There you go, let it out. I’m right here.”

Carefully, he picks you up and carries you to the bathroom. When he tries to set you down you just cling on harder to him, not wanting to leave his embrace. “I gotta draw us a bath, sugar. You know you have to pee, I’ll be right here when you’re done.” You hesitantly let him go while he draws the bath, putting in your favorite oils. After you pee and wipe, he helps you up so you can wash your hands before sitting you both in the tub.

Bucky sits against the wall of the tub and you curl further into his lap, not wanting any space in between you. Somehow you still aren’t close enough to him, wanting to be surrounded completely by him. Tears are still leaking down your face and even with Bucky’s consuming presence, you can’t seem to pull yourself up to the surface. Bucky’s arms are wrapped around you, making sure that you are as close as possible without him being inside of you.

“Sweets, can you look at me? Want to see those pretty eyes.” You can hear the concern in Bucky’s voice, but you can’t bring yourself to move away. He’s your safe space and you just want to bask in his warmth. “Sweets, please. Can you tell me how you feel? I need to know you’re okay.” You don’t know why that set you off, but all of a sudden more tears escape you, sobs fighting to make their way out.

Bucky’s entire world stops, fear shoots up his spine. He doesn’t know if he could live with himself if he hurt you, if he did something that you didn’t want. He knows that you asked him to treat you like a whore, but what if you didn’t want him to go as far as he did? You used your safe word when it got to be too much, but what if you really wanted to say red, not yellow, but wanted to please him, or felt like you had to please him. “Sweetheart, did I hurt you? Did I go too far? Please talk to me.”

Even though you didn’t want to talk, you could hear that he was about to cry. “I’m okay. Just love you so much.” You could feel Bucky relax under you.

“You sure, sweets? I’ve never seen you like this before.” While some of his fears subsided, Bucky was still worried about you.

Picking your head up so you could look him in the eye, you saw just how scared Bucky truly was. “I promise, Buck, I loved every second of it. You made me feel so good and cared for. No one has ever made me feel the way you do.” Bucky closed his eyes and let his head fall back against the wall. At that moment, Bucky understood why aftercare was so important. Of course he knew you needed to be taken care of so that you knew how much he loved you, but hearing those words come out of your mouth made him feel loved in a way he didn’t know was possible.

Before the water gets cold you’ve stopped crying, making Bucky feel much better and he washes the sweat and spit off of your face and body, being extra careful with your sensitive pussy and ass. All the while whispering sweet nothings into your ear while you take turns kissing each other all over.

Bucky feels ten times lighter when he gets a giggle out of you. He knows that there will be days when you need him to treat you like a slut, but you know how much he loves and respects you. He lays you on the bed before grabbing your favorite lotion to put on, being extra careful when it comes to your sore ass, placing kisses in each spot after he's rubbed in the lotion.

The marks on your face are gone by now, but Bucky still fusses over your skin care routine, knowing you don’t have the energy to complete it. After taking care of you, he climbs into bed and covers the both of you up, still naked but you don’t care. Bucky reaches into the bedside drawer and grabs some chocolate while you feed it to each other. Neither of you say much, but nothing needs said.

You place kisses on his chest and arms, anywhere that you can reach, trying to let him know how much you appreciate him - Bucky knows. You fall asleep first, not being able to keep your eyes open any longer, Bucky moves you to his chest, cocooning you into him before he falls asleep, your head tucked carefully under his chin, legs tangled together, completely protected by him.

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