Relationship: Logan | Worst Wolverine (Deadpool Movies)/Wade Wilson
Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Wade Wilson has Chronic Pain, Protective Logan | Worst Wolverine (Deadpool Movies), Logan | Worst Wolverine Is Bad at Feelings (Deadpool Movies), Self-Harm, Self-Esteem Issues, Wade Wilson Needs a Hug, Lies, Drinking, Post-Movie: Deadpool 3: Deadpool & Wolverine (2024), Arguing, Angst, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Wade Wilson Is Bad at Feelings, potentially additional tags to be added
Word Count: 282
Read on AO3
@whumpril
Logan’s been living with Wade for a little over two months now.
It was quite the change at first, living with someone else. He was suddenly hyper aware of every behavior, like if he exhibited one just a bit too weird he would be kicked out.
And Wade was watching his drinking, to Logan’s surprise. He never let Logan go into withdrawals, but there was nowhere near the same number of beer cans and liquor bottles he was used to drinking in a day lying around.
He does settle in over time, stops worrying about messing something up. And now that he isn’t worrying about his own behaviors, he starts to notice the behavior of his housemates.
Specifically, Wade’s lying.
Every small “I’m fine” comes with hesitation and an increased heart rate. Some days he would act perfectly fine, perfectly normal, but Logan always caught the small winces and groins that came after the sound of bone rubbing against bone. He hid it well, and Logan would’ve never realized how often he was lying about his pain if he couldn’t hear and smell everything going on inside his body.
“Going out, peanut!” Wade walks behind the couch, stopping to give Logan a slight kiss on the head, as he heads towards the door.
As he walks Logan’s ears pick up on that scraping of bones. “You gonna be alright out there, bub?”
Wade gives a light laugh in response. “Of course! Regeneration, remember? I’m immortal, sweetie.”
“Just don’t overwork yourself.” Logan sighs as he takes a drink from the bottle of Jack he was holding.
“And don’t you drink too much.” Wade leaves, Mary rushing to scratch at the door behind him.
Additional Tags: Sensory Overload, Autistic Reader-Insert, whumpster-dumpster's Whumpril 2025, Whump, Hurt/Comfort, Soft Logan | Wolverine (X-Men), No Y/N used, Gender-Neutral Reader-Insert, No Pronouns for Reader-Insert, Logan | Wolverine Has a Heart (X-Men)
Word Count: 356
Summary
Some days everything can be just a bit much for your sensitive senses
Whumpril 2025, 24th - Sensory Overload
Read on AO3
@whumpril, @lostinlovingrevery (i think u mentioned u wanted to be tagged in any lo x readers i made!)
It’s loud. Really loud.
You had decided to go outside with the students during recess today, just to sit and relax. But now everything was feeling so loud, and the sun is too bright.
This was proving to be the very opposite of relaxing and you needed to get out.
Logan and Jean were on the other side of the courtyard. The kids would be fine without you right now. You just needed to get out of here before you have a full-blown meltdown.
You stand up from the bench you were sitting on and begin to wander off away from everything. The overstimulation has you a bit dizzy and disoriented, but you make do.
You find yourself a spot in the woods on the property, settling against a large tree. It's shaded and much quieter here, the only sound being the occasional chirp of birds and the leaves rustling against each other in the wind.
Finally somewhere safe, you try and guide yourself through deep breaths. It takes a few minutes, but you manage to get your heart down to a more regular pace. Calmer now, you decide to take a bit just to wait, take the time to enjoy the nature around you.
---
You're not sure how long it's been, that you've just been sitting there, when you hear someone calling your name. You stir a bit, looking around for the source. You realize it's Logan when he shouts a second time. You call back out to him in response.
"There ya are." He says, half to himself, as he spots you. "Had the kids and Ororo worried." He sits down beside you.
"Sorry." You shrug.
"So what's got you out here, bub?"
"Just a bit too much going on..."
He huffs a bit. "Yeah, the world can be a bit much." You give a slight nod in response.
After that the two of you sit in silence for a couple minutes, before he offers to walk you back. “Come on. We can probably see if Hank has any ideas to help.” He holds his hand out, pulling you up when you take it.
-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ about me
✩ buni, citrine, angel
✩ he/it/bun pronouns
✩ writer and artist
✩ system
-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ writing
✩ marvel
✩ poolverine, starker, (wanting to ->) x readers (masc, fem, gn), etc (we kinda all over the place)
✩ fluff, smut, and angst (comfort or no comfort)
-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ links
✩ archive of our own
✩ dreamwidth
✩ bluesky
✩ pillowfort
✩ masterlists
✩ agere sideblog
i reblog and post about controversial kinks and fetishes, so i would suggest filtering if you dont want to see it. please don't be afraid to ask me to trigger tag for anything
Relationship: Logan | Worst Wolverine (Deadpool Movies)/Wade Wilson
Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Wade Wilson has Chronic Pain, Protective Logan | Worst Wolverine (Deadpool Movies), Logan | Worst Wolverine Is Bad at Feelings (Deadpool Movies), Self-Harm, Self-Esteem Issues, Wade Wilson Needs a Hug, Lies, Drinking, Post-Movie: Deadpool 3: Deadpool & Wolverine (2024), Arguing, Angst, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Wade Wilson Is Bad at Feelings, Logan | Worst Wolverine Has a Heart (Deadpool Movies), a thorny heart but a heart none the less
Word Count: 387
Read On AO3
@whumpril
Stupid Logan. Stupid Wolverine. Stupid immortality and stupid fucking pain.
Sometimes Wade wished he had never went through that stupid last hope program. He could’ve spent the last few months of his suddenly very short life with Vanessa. That short moment of a lot of pain might have been better to an eternity of aching bones and sore muscles.
But he was here now, and there was no undoing it. No getting better. Never believe someone when they tell you they have the cure for cancer, kids. That’s how you a get a shitty fucked up body that now requires the cancer to keep on kicking.
No. Wade doesn’t want to think about all this right now. Something else, anything else. He needs to get out of this house.
He forces his brain to move on, forces his body out the door, starting with just random words, heading in some direction, trying to push out the subconscious thinking, he just lets his feet guide him. Eventually it works, as his ruminating on a life that could’ve been shifts to a deep analysis of his favorite food places and ranking them.
He doesn’t realize he’s walked on down to Sister Margaret’s until a drink is set in front of him, a shot glass topped with whipped cream. “On the house. You look like you need it.” Weasel’s leaning over the counter, looking just beyond Wade to keep an eye on everyone.
The merc murmurs a soft thanks before downing it. “Got anything for me today?”
Weasel shrugs. “Nothing you’d be interested in.”
“I’m feeling generous. Asshole father someone wants beaten up? Neighbor that has his eye on a bedroom window?”
Wade spends most of the day out, completing a few small jobs just to keep his mind off of things. When his body starts hurting a bit too much to keep up, he switches to just sitting at the bar, drinking.
Eventually Weasel has to cut him off, tell him to go home. Wade fights back at first, resists and refuses to leave, but Weasel says he can’t serve Wade anymore, both for legal reasons and out of concern. Wade calls Dopinder to bring him home, where Logan is still missing from.
He walks in, takes a moment to look around, and grabs a beer from the fridge.
Relationship: Logan | Worst Wolverine (Deadpool Movies)/Wade Wilson
Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Wade Wilson has Chronic Pain, Protective Logan | Worst Wolverine (Deadpool Movies), Logan | Worst Wolverine Is Bad at Feelings (Deadpool Movies), Self-Harm, Self-Esteem Issues, Wade Wilson Needs a Hug, Lies, Drinking, Post-Movie: Deadpool 3: Deadpool & Wolverine (2024), Arguing, Angst, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Wade Wilson Is Bad at Feelings, potentially additional tags to be added
Word Count: 352
Read on AO3
@whumpril
Logan’s siting on the couch with a beer and some Spanish romance drama he and Wade had been watching together, when he hears Wade coming down, heading to the kitchen.
He had spent the previous day sleeping, and when he did wake up, could barely move. He had wanted to talk with him, but Wade had a bad headache and they both knew Logan had a tendency to get loud, so he put it off.
But now that he was up, walking about…
“Wade.” Logan looks at him, standing up from the couch. The merc’s shoulders are tensed, nearly touching his ears. “Ya can’t keep doing this to yourself.”
Wade laughs. It’s awkward and dry and just feels unnatural. “Doing what?” He forces his shoulders down as he rifles through the kitchen. “Having chips for lunch?” He grabs a bag of potato chips. Whether it’s simply to emphasize his point or he genuinely wants them, Logan isn’t too sure. He leans against the counter as he opens it and starts shoving them into his mouth. “Didn’t think you’d be so cruel as try and deprive a man of his snacks, peanut. I mean, I don’t have to worry about the health risks or-”
Logan growls. Wade flinches. He finally looks right at Logan, swallowing the rest of what’s in his mouth.
“That’s the fuckin’ problem!” Logan can feel his claws threatening to pop out. He has to focus on relaxing the muscles in his arms just to keep them in. “You don’t worry about any risk!”
“I’m a cockroach, it’s n-”
“I’m getting tired of you hurting yourself like this! It’s fucking stressful a-”
“Then maybe you should just leave, if it’s stressing you out so much!”
Logan barely even thinks about it, doesn’t considers his next words, as he responds with a “Maybe I should.” And of course now that he’s said it, he has to follow through. He slams the door shut behind him, taking off down the street.
He’ll just go somewhere, let his temper cool, and then he’d back and he and Wade would forget this ever happened.
Relationship: Finn & Twisted Glisten (Dandy's World), Finn & Glisten (Dandy's World)
Additional Tags: whumpster-dumpster's Whumpril 2025, WhumpE, motional Hurt, Self-Esteem Issues, Hurt No Comfort, Well there's sum comfort but its taken away, No Betawe die like toons
Word Count: 506
Read on AO3
@whumpril
“Don’t worry, I’ll light our way.” Brightney steps out of the elevator just after the lights shut down, her light illuminating the area around her. The toons gather around her light, slowly making their way through the large basement that lies deep beneath the center.
They start their usual routine, going around the floor and working on the machines. Finn pushes the valve, watching as the thick, black ichor slowly filled the machine. He only stops to check around a corner.
It’s too dark to see anything, of course. But even during the blackouts it still brings a bit comfort.
He lets out a small sigh, and heads back to the extractor he was working on.
“H-Hello?”
Finn stumbles back as he’s met with the shattered image of himself, nearly tripping on his own tail.
Glisten stands in front of him. He looks like he’s about to start crying any minute. His black stained hands are tied together with the pink ribbon he once wore around his handle, which is now broken in half and held together only by the ichor that has overtaken him.
Finn takes a step back, glancing around for the best route to slip away, preparing to run but-
“Wait!” Glisten holds his hands out. “Please…”
“Y-You can talk…?” So far none of their former friends had been able to utter a word. Ichor did something to them. Twisted toons so far seemed only able to chase and destroy, nearly every resemblance of their former selves disappearing.
Glisten nods, murmuring another “please.”
It’s so bizarre to see him like this. Glisten was not the kind to resort to begging like this. He barely said please at all before, and he certainly never would have said it to Finn. (Unless it was accompanied by “stop” or “get away from me”)
“Don’t leave me alone…” He pleads.
Finn nods. “Alright, for *shore*.” Glisten only gives him a wobbly smile in response. He doesn’t even annoyedly sigh at the joke.
Finn begins to just wander around with Glisten, figuring one of his friends that he arrived with would finish extracting for him. They idly talk to each other, but Finn feels like it’s all off. Normally he and Glisten wouldn’t even be near each other this long, much less without being yelled at. It’s nice, but it’s not Glisten.
Soon enough though the last extractor is finished and the elevator begins to open.
Glisten immediately starts crying, the same inky liquid covering his body spilling from his eye. “No… No, don’t go!”
“I-I have to…” Finn looks at the elevator. “B-But maybe you-”
“You’re trying to abandon me again! I won’t let you!” Glisten strains against the ribbon around his hands as his eye grows a darker red. Finn backs up, trying to get away.
Goob’s claws wrap around his waist just as Glisten tries to attack. “Are you alright?”
“Yeah… Feeling fine…” He catches a glimpse of Glisten, kneeled onto the floor and crying into his hands, just before the elevator door slams shut.
April 6th, ALT Silent Tears | I Worry About You, 5/5
Relationship: Logan | Worst Wolverine (Deadpool Movies)/Wade Wilson
Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Wade Wilson has Chronic Pain, Protective Logan | Worst Wolverine (Deadpool Movies), Logan | Worst Wolverine Is Bad at Feelings (Deadpool Movies), Self-Harm, Self-Esteem Issues, Wade Wilson Needs a Hug, Lies, Drinking, Post-Movie: Deadpool 3: Deadpool & Wolverine (2024), Arguing, Angst, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Wade Wilson Is Bad at Feelings, Logan | Worst Wolverine Has a Heart (Deadpool Movies), a thorny heart but a heart none the less
Word Count: 741
Read On AO3
@whumpril
The sky is a dark navy blue when Logan gets back to the small house they live in. Logan’s cooled off, anger dissipated. He’s not sure if he wants to be angry or not right now. Right now he’s filled with the guilt of his earlier words, the fact he had actually left. It feels awful, having this horrible feeling gnawing at his mind. He needs to get in and apologize to Wade.
As he gets close to the house however, before he can even reach for the door knob, something all too familiar penetrates his senses.
The smell of blood, acrid and metallic, sharp on his nose.
He jerks the door open, follows the scent to the bathroom which has fortunately been left unlocked, finds Wade sitting on the floor surrounded in a puddle of his own blood, and he reeks of the smell of alcohol. One of his legs is cut off, just a few inches away, and a knife from the kitchen lying right beside it.
Wade looks up at him for only a second, then stares down at the floor. But it’s enough for Logan to see the tears and snot covering his face. “What the fuck, Wade…” He sighs as he sits down next to him, only slightly bothered by the blood soaking into his pants.
He takes a sip from the bottle beside him. “The alcohol… Stops the pain…” He leans his head back and stares blankly at the ceiling. “Can’ have dat…”
“So you cut off your own damn leg?” He almost growls it out. The only answer he gets is a shrug of Wade’s shoulders. “You can’t- Wade. Stop hurting yourself.”
Wade glances up at him, meets his eyes for a split second, before he starts crying.
There’s barely any sound, just small hiccups between shuddering breaths. But it racks through his entire body, makes him shake and tremble. He can barely get his hands up to wipe at his face.
Logan sighs, looking at the blood soaked into Wade’s clothes. “C’mon.” He stands, careful not to slip, and starts filling the bathtub. “You need to get cleaned up.” He picks up Wade who, to Logan’s relief, doesn't try and fight back, instead opting to grapple at his shirt and hold on tight.
He sits on the edge of the tub as he works on removing Wade’s clothes. He’s concerning quiet. No jokes about taking him out on a date first or anything.
It’s so out of place for Wade, so different from his normal chatty self. Wade might have even been extra chatty here, talking and talking and talking to cover up his feelings and try and make everything less awkward.
But he doesn't utter a word. Not a single thing. It’s terrifying.
He gets Wade into the bathtub, the blood on him already beginning to swirl in to the water and turn it a pink color that personally makes Logan feel sick. He can only be grateful for Wade’s healing factor right now, the only thing stopping the water from turning completely red.
He lets Wade wash himself up while he cleans the floor. He does his best to get the blood gone, having to go through a couple towels to do it, but he figures he can just bleach them later.
He ends up getting more blood on himself in the process however. His hands are covered with it by the time he's done. So he gets into the bath himself when Wade gets out.
He waits for Logan, sitting naked on the toilet seat with his head in his hands. He seems like he's about to fall asleep though, barely able to kick his legs or keep his eyes open.
Logan hurries up then carries Wade out. Once their dressed he gets Wade laid down in bed, and its only then that Wade finally speaks again.
Logan is just getting up to leave, but a hand grasps his wrist tightly. “Please… Don't leave… Not again…” His voice is quiet, raspy, sore. He sounds like he's about to start crying again.
Logan sighs and sits down once more, laying down when Wade makes grabby hands at him. “I’m not… I'm never leaving bub.” He wraps his arms around him, pulling him close, gently stroking the back of his head as he nuzzles into his neck.
Wade makes a content noise.
“’M sorry bout earlier… I just… I worry about you.”
Additional Tags: Anal Fingering, Not Beta Read, Self-Esteem Issues, Self-Hatred, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Smut, Showering Togethe, rFluff, Locker Room Sex, Praise Kink
Word Count: 2,299
Read on AO3
Steve raises and angles his shield to deflect a flurry of bullets aimed at him, using the cover to close it and throw a hard punch at one of the enemy agents. He spots another up in the trees and tossed his shield to a rock, watching as it ricochets off and knocks the person down.
“Could use a little help here.” Bucky's voice comes through his earpiece, and Steve quickly turns to see fighting against three others.
Steve hurries, knocking the legs out from beneath one. Bucky delivers a strong punch to the face of another, followed by one to the gut. He wraps an arm around the neck of the last guy, holding him tight. Steve takes the opportunity to knock him out.
With the path now clear, Steve and Bucky rush to release the hostages, finding the small cramped room they had been locked into. A woman comes running out immediately, and she hugs Bucky tight. “Oh, thank you, thank you!” She cries into his chest, and her shoulders shake.
Bucky clearly has no idea how to handle this. Steve finds it a bit endearing. He awkwardly holds his arms up, watching this woman cling onto her. He slowly moves his arms, patting her back twice.
She looks up and only know seems to finally realize who it was she was just clinging onto, as she lets out a shriek, jumping back. Bucky’s arm twitches, and he blinks as his eyes widen—the closest Bucky will probably let anyone see to him actually flinching. “You're- You're-” She holds her arms close to her self, trying to make herself look small.
Bucky looks over at him, and Steve can see the pain in his eyes. “You- Should probably handle this.” He walks to pass by him, and Steve wishes he could follow him. But getting these people out of here is more important.
---
“You did great out there, Buck.” Steve praises his friend as they walk into the Avenger’s Tower locker room, his helmet held beneath his arm. Bucky mutters a small ‘thanks’ in response.
It's his usual standoffishness. Bucky doesn't express emotion well, never has since he came back from Hydra. It's nothing to not be expected though, with all the horrors his dear friend had seen.
That doesn't mean Bucky doesn't express emotion at all though, and over the months, Steve has learned how to pick up on when he does express it. So he notices it when there's a slight drop to his voice, the way his eyes move to the floor as he takes his shirt off, that slight slouch in his shoulders.
“I mean it.” He gives Bucky that proud smile of his. “That left hook of yours does not mess around.” He lets out a chuckle with his words, and starts to remove his plating.
“Yeah… I know… Thanks…” Bucky’s chest falls noticably as he exhales, and Steve knows that little moment with that woman is plaguing his mind.
“But…?”
Bucky doesn't respond at first, stiff and still as the corners of his lips tug down. “They're never going to see me like they see you, y’know.” He sighs. “I'm not- I'm not a hero like you Steve. I've hurt and killed people.”
“You know you're not the Winter Soldier anymore, right?”
Bucky doesn't respond to that. Instead he looks away.
“And it's not like you chose to be him in the first place.”
“What about you? What about your reputation?”
Steve lets out a sigh. “You know that sort of thing doesn't matter to me.”
“Others do, though. They're going to see you hanging around someone like me and-”
“Bucky.” He places a hand on his shoulder, the other tilting his head as he cups his cheek. “It doesn't matter.”
“I-”
Steve quickly shuts Bucky up with a kiss, before he can talk himself down any more. He holds his face in his hands, and can feel Bucky relax into the kiss within seconds.
“I love you, Bucky.” He hovers close to his face. “It doesn't matter what others think of you.”
He kisses him again, gentler this time and with hands against his hips. Arms wrap up around his neck, and Steve backs him up against the locker. He bites against Bucky's lower lip, pulling at it with his teeth.
A small, hesitant groan from him, but he opens his mouth, making room for Steve's tongue to push in and letting him have his way. He's still gentle with it, lightly rubbing his body against Bucky's and panting into him.
"Steve..." Bucky mumbles as the other backs up. He looks up at him with half-lidded eyes, brown meeting blue.
"You're the most important person to me, Bucky... Let me show you that." A hand at Bucky's cheek, tilting his head up so Steve can kiss at his neck. "Let me show you that?"
"Al-Alright."
The hand still resting on his hip moves back, moving over an ass cheek and taking it in one hand to fondle. A small groan from Bucky. Steve presses an open-mouthed kiss to his throat, tongue pushing into his skin. He can feel the vibrations with every noise he makes against his mouth.
Steve takes his sweet time, sucking at and creating small marks against his lovers neck. He makes sure to leave him panting, giving every inch attention. And as he moves down, he does the same for his chest.
A mouth wrapped around one of his nipples, causing Buck to bring a hand up to his hair. He sucks and licks, letting his hand play with the other, rolling between his middle and pointer fingers. Bucky squirms beneath him, lets out a moan of his name.
And as Steve pops off one, dragging his tongue over it, he leaves barely any space between switching to the other, giving the second pink bud just as much attention as the first.
The soft sounds of Steve's suckling and the noises that Bucky makes as his chest is assaulted fill the quiet room. It would be quite obvious what was going on if anyone walked in now. And if someone did, Steve doesn't think he would care. He just wants to show Bucky how much he loves.
And that's exactly what he's doing, as a hand slips into his waistband to pull off his pants and boxers, picking him up in the same move. He presses him up against the locker, looking up at him. Bucky seems almost surprised, looking at him with glassy, half-opened eyes and raised eyebrows. His mouth hangs open as he breathes, in and out. Steve can't resist himself, and kisses him again. Arms wrap tightly around his back as they make out, moving down to undress Steve too. He happily lets them.
He reaches over to his locker, that's right next to Bucky's, and blindly tries to open it, knocking a few things off the shelf as he tries to find the small bottle of lube he keeps in there. Just in case.
Bucky notices as they pull apart, raising one eyebrow. “Really?”
“Never know when you're going to need it.” That gets an eye roll out of Buck, but there's a small smile that tugs at the corner of his lips. He manages to get it open and apply some to his fingers while keeping Bucky up, and starts circling the rim of his entrance.
Bucky’s breath noticably speeds up, biting at his lower lip. Steve finally pushes two fingers in. He gets a grunt in response. He starts to move his fingers in and out, and Bucky moans so beautifully at the sensation. Music to his ears. He adds in another, and another, slowly getting him more relaxed.
He pulls his fingers out with a soft pop, and lines his cock up, pressing the tip up against him. He slowly pushes in, feeling Bucky's chest rise as he breathes. “You good?” Steve asks, letting his voice drop to a much softer, caring tone.
“Uh huh.” Bucky nods in response, his lips parted slightly as his gaze rests on where his and Steve's hips meet. He lets out a small moan as he watches him start to thrust in and out. He practically melts into it, closing his eyes and resting his head back against the locker as Steve's movements start to get rougher.
Bucky hangs onto him, arms and legs wrapped tight around him. He presses him up closer against the locker, chest against chest. He places a hand at Buck’s hip to pull him closer with every thrust he gives him. And he feels real good around his cock, warm and wet and the way his ass clenched around him just practically begs for more.
“You deserve this Bucky.” He leans in to whisper, panting between his words. “All of this love and attention.” His hand moves to Bucky's erect cock, and he starts stroking with his thrusts. There's some sort of sputtering noise from Bucky in response.
“I wanna hear you say it.” He nips at his earlobe. “You deserve this.”
“Steve-”
“I wanna hear it.” He rubs his thumb against his throbbing, pink head. A slight smirk crosses his face as he thrusts up almost desperately to meet it.
“I-I… I deserve this.” He almost whispers it, slight whines and whimpers in his voice.
“Louder.”
“I deserve this.”
“One more time.” He leaves a trail of kisses from his ear and works down his jawline, emphasizes his words with a particularly hard thrust.
“I deserve this! I deserve this!” He moans loudly enough to be clearly heard through the entire locker room, should anyone else so happen to be in there.
It only takes a simple ‘good boy’ as a reward to get him repeating it. “Such a good boy for me, Buck.” He presses a large, wet kiss to his neck. “That's right, you deserve this. All of this.”
He can tell he's getting close with how he moves around, arching his back up and inadvertently pressing closer to Steve, his legs and arms tightening their hold on him. Bucky's dick is pressed up between the two of them. It only takes a bit more coaxing, a few more touches and another ‘good boy’ or two to get him to cum.
His whole body tenses up, eyes squeezed shut as semen spurts from his tip, coating both of their bellies. The movement of their thrusts only spreads it further.
Steve places an arm under one of his legs as Bucky's grip loosens, trying to help support him. The angle just so happens to get him a bit deeper though, and it drives Bucky wild if the way he clenches down on him and rolls his eyes back is anything to go off of.
Steve finds himself getting a bit rougher with his thrusts, his breath growing more ragged as he gets closer and closer to his climax. Bucky squirms around a little and whines out a small plea.
“Want me to come inside?” Bucky answers the question with a vigorous nod, and Steve's more than happy to fulfill that request.
He holds onto his waist and pulls Bucky's hips flush against him, watching the bit of movement as he squirms needily for friction. Steve's cock twitches deep inside him as he comes, the cloudy-white fluid filling him up.
Bucky relaxes when he's done, panting as he stares down at his cum-filled belly. When he looks back up at Steve, the blonde leans in for one more kiss, holding him so gently in his arms. Bucky hums as he relaxes into it.
“Let's get you cleaned up.” Steve says as he pulls himself out of Bucky, watching as his spent starts to drip out with some sense of pride.
“Alright, yeah.” Bucky breathes out, and holds onto Steve tightly.
Steve starts to rub at his back as he takes them to the showers. His fingers come across something wet and slippery on his upper back, and he pulls his hand away to see a dark red liquid resting against his fingertips. He looks back at the locker, seeing blood coating the open ridges of the door. “Sorry. Didn't mean to be so rough with you.”
“S’fine.” Bucky grumbles out, head buried against Steve's clavicle. “It'll be gone by the morning…. B’sides… I like it when you're rough.”
Steve lets out a slight huff, smiling. “Alright.”
Steve gets in and goes to turn one of the showerheads on. Bucky frees himself of his hold while he does that, detaching his metal arm from his shoulder. Steve's already under, and Bucky quickly joins him.
They take their time in the shower, savoring the moment with each other. Steve takes care of washing Bucky up, making sure he's all clean. Bucky goes to return the facor, and insists when Steve tells him he can handle it himself. Steve easily gives in, however, and lets him.
After their shower, before getting dressed, Steve looks over Bucky's back. They sit on one of the benches together, side-by-side, with Bucky’s body turned to the side so Steve can examine him.
It's not too bad, but it definitely won't be gone by morning like Bucky had earlier claimed. It doesn't need much, at least. Just a little cleaning, and a bandaid to cover it up.
He wraps his arms around Bucky's chest, pulling him against him, and can feel Bucky lean in closer. “There you go… All better.”
“I'm not a child, Steve.” Bucky replies, leaning his head towards his bicep. There's a bit of amusement hidden in his tone, and Steve is sure he's hiding a slight smile.
“A man should be taking proper care of his lover”
Bucky lets out a slight groan in response. “You’re insufferable.”
