So we know Bucky’s serum is slightly different than Steve’s. But….what if it effects the rate of healing.
As in……what if certain marks lasted longer on Bucky…
Scratches on his back.
Hickeys on his neck, hips, thighs, and chest.
Teeth marks from being bitten.
And since you’ve gotten me obsessed with Bucky/Torres, here’s a thirsty thirsty thot.
Bucky is just ravenous when it comes to his boy. Marks him up. Hickeys. Scratches. Handprints. But what if the roles were reversed.
What if it’s Joaquin’s turn to mark Bucky up after they realize his serum is just slightly slower at healing.
What if Joaquin jumps Bucky the moment he walks in the door from a mission. Bucky’s been gone for weeks and there’s only so long the dildo, that’s an exact replica of Bucky’s dick, is satisfying. Joaquin isn’t one to be this feral so to speak so it’s new for Bucky.
New but not uninvited.
Bucky’s liking this newness as he carries Joaquin to their bedroom. He’s loving this ferality.
And it isn’t until after they’ve tangled in the sheets that Bucky’s feeling a bit sore. His burns a bit when they go and take a shower. He turns around and has Joaquin check.
“I don’t think I came in contact with fire or any chemicals on the mission that would cause a burn.”
“It’s…um….no you didn’t.”
“Then what is it?”
“How fast is your healing factor with the serum?”
“Not sure exactly. Why?”
“I think it’s slower than Steve’s.”
“Baby boy what are you getting at?”
Joaquin’s ushers them both out of the show and has Bucky turn around so his back is facing the bathroom mirror. He hands Bucky a handheld mirror.
“Baby boy.”
Bucky’s back is covered in scratches. Some short. Some long. Some even look pretty deep. His whole back. From his neck to just above his ass.
“Scratch me up line a kitten usin’ a scratchin’ post.” Bucky pauses and looks at Joaquin. He throws the handheld mirror on the counter then pushed Joaquin against the back of the bathroom door. “There’s a new name, Kitten.”
And if Joaquin’s knees buckle to where he collapsed on the floor only for Bucky to pick him up and throw him over his shoulder and take him back to bed….that’s between Joaquin and his Slutty Internal Thoughts
Oh Hannah, my dear sweet Hannah. You know “Joaquin’s Slutty Internal Thoughts” is one of my favourite tags.
I can practically hear him mewling at the sight — finally, finally being able to claim Bucky in a way that’s so personal and so fitting for their relationship.
Don’t get me wrong he fucking LOVES being marked up by Bucky, loves that he shows up with bruises and scratches and his Air Force buddies are like “Jesus Christ what mauled you” and he’s all dopey and daydreaming like “my boyfriend” (or “my daddy”, you know, whatever).
Or maybe someone stares a little too long as the deep ass hickey on Joaquin’s neck and the next thing he knows, Bucky’s got his arm around Joaquin’s waist, metal plates clicking threateningly while he straight up growls at the other person to fuck off.
It shows everyone that he belongs to Bucky, and he would have it no other way.
… but to be so bold as to say that… Bucky might belong to him too?
Joaquin is DONE FOR.
(And so am I)
