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rassvetsky · 1 year
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On a Leash
sam wilson x reader
"Even when everything goes downhill, Sam knows that a night spent in his arms with an episode or two of Friends might fix the gloom. Only this time, your way of thanking him was long overdue and much appreciated."
[2k] | friends to lovers, stressed out reader, playful banter, sam being a total angel (i really need this man in my life tbh), soft kisses :(, making out, lowkey getting caught but it's funny so. yes. enjoy this mess
reblog and/or like for a kiss, feedback much appreciated! not proofread.
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This whole mission was a disaster. At least on your end. 
Witnesses refused to talk to you for some reason, your gun got jammed right in the middle of combat and caused you to take some nasty blows, and on top of all that, Steve & Bucky decided to leave you and Sam behind in Europe just so you could play side-kick while he gained further intel. 
You felt useless, and frustrated. 
You plopped down on the chair by the side of the wall, 70 year old wallpaper of the shitty motel making you roll your eyes. Anything could annoy you at that point. Pointing your still jammed handgun towards a safe direction, you quickly removed the magazine, and started to rack the slide over and over, until the jammed round finally fell off.
"As long as they don't charge us extra for a hole in that shitty wall," you heard Sam speak, tone soft, before heaving a sigh. You didn't hear him come out of the bathroom, where he was taking a shower. "What's got you so hot and bothered?" 
"Seriously? Are you being for real?" you snapped right back, setting the gun down on the small table with a sigh before letting your elbows fall on your knees. "The whole op was shit." 
"It so wasn't," he shook his head before walking over to the bed, not too far away from where you were seated. He plopped down on the mattress with a sigh before shrugging. "You remind me of Bucky when you're grumpy like that." 
"I'm not grumpy."
"Go look in the mirror. All Barnes no L/N." he chuckled to himself, but that chuckle died down quickly when you didn't react at all. 
He wasn't used to that. Sure, you could be a bit of a grump sometimes, but all it took was a joke or two to coax you out of it and bring you back to your senses. You looked like you were on the verge of tears and that sent Sam into a state of panic, as he cleared his throat and locked eyes with yours. "You wanna talk about it?" 
"No." 
"You're saying no now, but I know you're gonna start running that mouth at three hundred miles per hour as soon as I decide to go to sleep." 
"Sam," you sighed. "I know you mean well but you really gotta learn how to shut up sometimes." 
"That was real Barnes-" 
"Sam." 
"Right. Sorry." he nodded slowly, knowing he shouldn't take it personally. Stress got to you sometimes, and the way things didn't go your way at all during the mission must've only added to it. Pulling the blanket over himself, he watched as you heaved a sigh and kept staring at the ground. "Wanna watch Friends?" 
You thought about it for a second, without instantly dismissing it. Sam took your silence as an opportunity. "I promise I won't clap along to the intro and wake you up this time." 
With no words, you got up from where you were seated, only to push Sam a bit to make up some space for you to lay on. The bed was unfortunately a single, so this would be a tight squeeze if you wanted to lay comfortably but Sam, being the absolute gentleman he is, made sure to be on the verge of falling out of the bed just so you could have your space. Propping his phone up, he scrambled to put on a random episode, as you laid by his side with your head against his shoulder- a warm sigh leaving your lips. 
It was after two episodes that you started feeling a bit lighter, through the short laughs the two of you let out- and right as he was about to put on the third, you got a soft hold on his wrist, causing him to look at you. "Enough?" 
"No, not that." you huffed out, slowly pulling away from him to get a better look at his face. "I lashed out at you like an asshole and you're still being nice to me." 
A soft smile took over him at that. "You didn't mean to." he shrugged, setting the phone down on the nightstand just so you knew that his whole attention was on you. "I know how hard it is to be in this world. To always be in a conflict bigger than you. To have this responsibility. And it doesn't even pay well, I mean, where's my Caribbean getaway?" 
You let out a quiet chuckle. 
"We're taught to not let things out. Taught to keep the blood, sweat and tears in. Taught to man up- and that's such bullshit. That's the biggest trauma." his tone audibly softened when you curled up against him again. "I'm not gonna be an asshole to you when all you're doing is lettin' your feelings out. Whether it's through breaking a vase or two, or crying- I'm always here for you to lean on. 'Cause you've been there for me." 
"This feels like a premade Support Group speech." 
"Might've stolen a line or two from my former speeches," he chuckled. "Just- don't worry about it, 'kay? And trust me, I wouldn't even call that 'lashing out'. You ever been yelled at by Bucky Barnes during therapy?" 
Your bright laugh was enough to fill him up to the brim with happiness, as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders and let his lips fall against your hair. This was new- this type of intimacy. Sure, spending hours all cuddled up was something the two of you have grown used to, but Sam never wanted more in his life than to hold you close against his chest until the sunrise before. 
You reached up a bit, until you could cup his cheek with your palm. Dark brown orbs stared right into your soul, you felt, seeing through every single secret you held. The smile on your lips said it all- but you needed to voice it out, you had to. "I'm so glad you're a part of this bullshit. Couldn't have done anything without you, really." 
"Obviously. I'm the only smart one in the team." his snicker was short-lived as you reached in to press your lips right against the corner of his, letting them stay there for a second before pulling away. He could feel them linger there, the spot burning up with an invisible flame which you ignited. His smile was almost idiotic, in terms of width. "Damn."
"Damn?" 
"Right after I give a speech 'bout letting your feelings rise to the surface," he shook his head, teasingly. "You're still not kissing me properly when you wanna." 
"How are you so sure I want to kiss you, smart-ass?" you quipped, the grin on your lips giving away the playful nature. 
"Because this feeling, it just has to be mutual, Y/N." a deep sigh left him. "Can't be the only one having a heart attack all the damn time. That smile of yours? You gotta put it on a leash." 
And you two just laughed, softly, teeth showing. No sign of hard feelings, no pressure, no worries. Just the two of you, curled up on a single bed with a shitty mattress that made a noise each time you moved around, the scent of molding walls which was probably dangerous but you didn't mind. The two of you against the universe when you finally kissed him, no rush in sight he melted right into it, taking it slow and steady just to savor the moment. Just in case he wouldn't get to do it again. 
You maneuvered on top of him then, and he even took a moment to pull the blanket up your thighs again- like a gentleman. You smiled against his lips, palms cupping his face and caressing his cheeks, the soft stubble that he was too lazy to shave off earlier, the hum of appreciation that left him when you moved closer to his chest. His arms were everywhere and nowhere all at once, one second wrapping around you tightly, taking the other to slip under the thin material of your shorts through your thighs, but nothing too immoral. 
You pulled away for air after a while, a soft gasp from his side making you chuckle and bite your lower lip. "We definitely waited too long for this." 
"All it took was a goddamn support speech. You should've joined those sessions, the storeroom is usually empty, we could've just locked the door and-" 
You shushed him with another kiss, this time shorter, earning an eye roll from him. "Three hundred miles per hour, you said?" 
"You're gettin' me all nervy. Can't really blame me for that now, can you?" 
"Well," you hummed, gestures all teasing. "We're taught to not talk, taught to keep the words in…" 
"Oh shut the hell up, get your own support speech." 
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That must've been the best sleep you've gotten in over a century. You woke up with a smile on your lips and the weight of Sam's arm by your waist, your back flush to his chest and his breaths steady. 
Too steady to be asleep. You shared a room with this man for months, he usually snores like a-
"Good morning?" 
"Why did that sound like a question?" you croaked, smiling to yourself with your eyes still closed. 
"Felt like a creep just waiting for you to wake up. I got up to pee earlier and then didn't know what to do with myself so just got back to bed, I don't-" 
You slowly shuffled around in his hold, turning just enough to be able to press a kiss against his lips. "How'd you sleep?" 
"Like a log." he hummed, forehead against yours. "Literal log. Steve could split me in two and I wouldn't bat an eye." 
"You could also split me in two, I wouldn't complain." 
"Watch it," his laugh mirrored yours. "Wanna get breakfast?"
"Kinda expected you to bring that to bed." 
"I could have my breakfast on this very bad, don't know about you though-" 
"Watch it." 
"Sure, sure." 
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Sam was a man of his word. 
Because weeks later, right at the Department of Veterans Affairs, he was busy locking the door of the storeroom, as you sat on a few stacked boxes, legs dangling in silent excitement. "Alright, now I need you to be real quiet," he whispered, before making his way over to you again, taking his spot right in between your thighs before tugging you a bit closer and cutting off your giggling fit with his lips. Your arms were around his neck tightly as if on instinct, legs tugging him closer and closer until he was flush against you. It was bordering dangerous, how your tongue grazed against his, and his teeth caught your lower lip just to elicit a sound and it was all just a hot mess; but neither of you could complain. 
He took notice of the way you oh so subtly grinded against him, your lips traveling down to his neck to give him the attention he certainly deserves. Soft nips met kitten licks against the soft skin, and the sigh he let out was to die for. But before he could do anything to return the favor, a knock on the door was heard, as you slowly raised your gaze up to him like a deer at headlights. 
"Mr. Wilson? If you and your wonderful girlfriend could give me a second, I'm just gonna grab the mop real quick." 
His annoyed gaze had you pressing your palm against your lips to stifle a giggle, as you reached in to kiss his cheek. He was the most beautiful, a grin lingering on his lips even though he looked like he was a second away from a temper tantrum, and he could probably say the same. The way you looked up at him as if he hung the moon, with that playful smile and those gentle eyes that he would take a bullet or two for… He was-
Another knock. "I know you're in there. I saw you go in and had a mental breakdown over the fact that I really need that mop." 
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velvetcloxds · 1 year
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if you're too shy- send me a character and a scenario and I'll write a little baby blurb for it
sam wilson + fake dating bc reader's parents really just won't leave her alone or the reader really needs a plus one at her cousin's wedding and also bc the reader doesn't want to be teased about how she "can't get some"
WHAT FRIENDS ARE FOR | S.W.
word count: 0.6k
warnings: two oblivious idiots, pretend sam isn't outside in the gif lol
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"I'm sure they didn't mean it like that," you're pacing, missing the sympathetic smile on your best friend's lips as he watches you from your couch, cold beer in hand as he waits for a reply, knowing you're not even truly listening to him.
"Like why would they assume that I'm coming alone? Is it really that unbelievable that I could find a plus one?" you paused, eyeing Sam for his reaction, pouting at him, silently begging him to set your mind at ease. "I could, couldn't I?" his eyes were soft as he nodded at you, beer abandoned on the coffee table, hand gently taking hold of your wrist to pull you towards him.
"Of course, you could, baby," he was convincing, the friendly nickname aiding in his plea as he guided you to sit down on the table in front of him, thumb brushing over your pulse point in an attempt to keep you settled long enough to actually hear what he's saying. "Look at me," he insisted with a little scoff, waiting ever patiently for you to stop being stubborn and meet his gaze and it took a second, a minute, but you finally looked up from your knees, pout very present still as you did. "Don't let this get to you so much, you could get any guy you want if you tried."
"Oh, I'm sure."
"Well, I am," he wasn't pleased with your objection, finding it very much offensive that you'd question his word when he considered himself a very honest and straightforward man, very rarely wrong but he'd never tell you that. "You want me to go with you? Haven't been to a wedding in forever, plus the world should get the chance to appreciate my dancing."
"I don't want a pitty date, Sammy," you sighed, carelessly taking his hand into your lap, fiddling with his fingers, tracing the lines on his palm, something you would've questioned in its casualty if you weren't so comfortable with him. "I want someone to want to go on a date with me because they like me, maybe cause they find me pretty."
"I like you," he argued with a scoff. "And I think you're way past pretty," he added and you were the one to scoff, narrowing your eyes at him, demanding some contradiction to his statement and receiving none as he shrugged. "Come on, you know I like seeing you all dolled up and looking fine, it'll do my ego good being seen with a stunner like you," his tone was teasing yet the way his eyes roamed your features made it clear that he was sincere. After all, you were his girl in every way but the way he wanted, his best friend, his human, the only person he'd be caught being so soft with, and even though he always thought there was more there, he wasn't going to force it, not until you showed any sign of wanting the same.
"You know my mom already thinks we're secretly hooking up," you mentioned and he shrugged again, smiling as you looked down shyly, heat rising up your neck at how casual he was being about this. "The rest of them would eat their hearts out at the sight of someone as good-looking as you walking in with me," you were starting to cave, seeing the pros to this little ruse and selfishly, you always enjoyed the way Sam pulled you just a little too close while dancing with you.
"So, you going to let me take you then? I'll buy you a corsage and everything," he offered and you laughed, not fighting against the grip that pulled you onto his lap, booping your nose as you giggled.
"That's for prom, Sammy, not for a wedding," you smiled, content as his arms wrapped around you in a platonic embrace, a comfortable position as you reached over to bring his beer back to him. "Will you go dress shopping with me too?" you quipped, watching with curious eyes as he took a slow sip, following his adam's apple as he swallowed, cursing the way it made your stomach flutter.
"Course, I will, you could give me a little fashion show while you fit them."
"Then yes, you can definitely be my date."
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babyjakes · 1 year
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one boy's hero. [blurb.]
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event masterlists | nyx's half, eun's half
summary | riley's dad is his biggest hero, in every way imaginable.
featured from the wilson family | sam wilson (dad), riley wilson (8 year old son)
warnings | just very sweet and cute and fluffy :'-) i love sam dad a whole lot holy moly, also he named his son after riley<3<3
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an | starting this special event off with something sweet and special, for one of my absolute favs— sam <3 this is my first time writing for him, so i hope i did him justice! just the thought of him having a son who looks up to him so much made me sooo soft, hope you guys like this one and enjoy the rest of the event :'-)<3!!!
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As he stood before his third-grade class, his little notecards shaking in his hands from excitement, Riley could hardly contain the smile on his face. Standing beside him, as steady a presence as always, Sam was doing everything he could to keep from tearing up. Placing a hand on his son's shoulder, he gave him a smile as the small boy looked back up at him with an indescribable sense of pride shining in his gaze.
Turning back to face his class, Riley cleared his throat before beginning, "My name's Riley, and my special person is my dad." The kids ooh'd and ahh'd in their seats, some of them recognizing him from his line of work. "He's an Avenger!" a young boy from the second row blurted, earning a gentle hush from the teacher. "Yeah, I know," Riley laughed, "Pretty cool, right? Lots of you've probably seen him on TV— to everyone else, he's the Falcon. But to me, he's just Dad." The sweet boy turned to give his father a side hug, earning 'aww's from the audience as Sam fussed his hair playfully.
Trying to refocus on the little speech he'd written, Riley then turned back to his notecards. "My dad is a superhero at work, but to me, what really makes him a hero is all the other stuff he does. Before joining the Avengers, he was a pa-ra-res-cue man in the Air Force," he sounded out his words, "and at home, he takes care of me and my sisters and Mama– and he's the best dad ever." Hearing this little presentation for the first time, Sam couldn't help but gulp down a batch of tears, his heart swelling warmly with pride. "When I grow up, I wanna be just like him: smart, kind, and always ready to help others."
At the conclusion of the speech, the class erupted in cheers. A round of praise could be heard through the room as the pair earned a standing ovation, "Wow, Sam's awesome!" "I wanna join the Air Force too!" "I wish my dad was a superhero!"
Sweeping little Riley up off the floor in a giant bear hug, Sam held his boy close as he whispered in his ear, "That was awesome, bud. I'm so proud of you."
"Proud of you too, Dad," Riley breathed into his dad's embrace, "always proud of you."
"Thank you, Riley. Class, would anyone like to ask Mr. Wilson a question?" the teacher cut in, nearly every hand in the room shooting up in the air. Chuckling at the class's enthusiasm, she turned to Riley and offered, "Riley, would you like to call your friends?"
"Sure!" the boy was pleased to agree. First he chose a girl sitting in the front row, whose eyes went wide with excitement at being selected to ask the hero a question.
"Hi Mr. Wilson!" she beamed, earning a friendly smile from the man, "My question is: who is your favorite Avenger?"
.・。.・゜ ✫ ・.・✫・゜・。.
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crazyunsexycool · 2 years
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An invitation
Prompt list
Prompt: "Close your eyes."
“I swear, if you do something nasty I'm out of here”
Pairings: Bucky x Fem Reader, implied Sam Wilson x Reader, implied Steve Rogers x Reader.
Word count:588
Warnings: mentions of sex.
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Part 1
It has been a few weeks since the party where you and Bucky enjoyed the company of Steve and Sam. Since the beginning of the relationship you had always known that Bucky was attracted to men but you had never included anyone else when it came to your sex life. You didn’t see the need to. Bucky knew your body like the back of his hand and you knew his and you knew what each other liked. But you had to admit that the night of the party replayed in your mind all the time and it always turned you on. You had even considered asking Bucky if you could invite the other men over to your home to have a repeat but you weren’t sure if he would be offended so you kept it to yourself.
You were in the middle of paying some bills when the doorbell gets your attention. You make your way to the front door to find an huge arrangement of your favorite flower and some gifts. After thanking the delivery person and tipping them you place the flowers in the study and head to your bedroom to open the gifts. Bucky has sent over a dress, heels and jewelry. The dress was in your favorite color, low cut and form fitting, the straps heels matched perfectly and so did the jewelry. He always knew how to surprise you. In the dress box was an invitation telling you to be ready at 7:00 and that a car would be by to pick you up.
At seven a car was outside waiting to take you to your destination.
Outside if your favorite restaurant was Bucky looking extremely handsome in one of his black suits. He opens the door for ups and offers you his hand to help you out. As soon as you’re out of the car he pulls you in to kiss you, his hands making their way to grab a handful of your ass as he groans.
“You look so fucking good baby.” He says.
“I can say the same thing about you.” You say and give him another kiss. “So what’s the special occasion?”
“Oh you’ll see but.” He says as he turns you towards the door.
“Close your eyes.” He whispers, his breath brushing the shell of your ear.
“I swear, if you do something nasty I'm out of here”
“You didn’t seem bothered by me being nasty this morning when I was balls deep in that pretty little pussy of yours.” He says making you shiver.
“Fine I’ll close my eyes.”
He blindfolds you and leads you inside.
“Ok baby, you can look now.”
The restaurant is empty except for the table in the middle which is set up for a party for four. Standing next to the table are Sam and Steve looking just as good in their suits. The restaurant itself had bouquet of flowers and candles everywhere. You stare wide eyed at the men before you as you take in the area.
“You look gorgeous.” Steve says as he steps closer to you and places a kiss on the corner of your mouth.
“Absolutely Breathtaking.” Says Sam as he mimicked Steve’s actions.
“What is going on?” You asked as you let Bucky lead you to the table and Sam pulls the chair out for you.
“We just got back in town and we wanted to see you again.” Steve answers as he grabs your hand.
“Any specific reason?”
“Well we have a proposal for you.”
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mxtantrights · 1 year
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NOW TAKING BLURB REQUESTS FOR MARVEL
yes my inbox is open to blurbs starting now. send in any ramblings or ideas you have! I’d love to answer and talk and create new things along with you all. or just gush over these characters. 
who I will write for 
Steve Rogers
Bucky Barnes
Sam Wilson
Joaquin Torres
Thor Odinson
Namor (K'uk'ulkan')
Alex Summers
Kurt Wagner
Peter Parker (TASM)
(and maybe more, send me an ask and I’ll let you know)
YOU CAN FIND THESE BLUBS UNDER THE TAG: #marvelblurbs
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notafunkiller · 2 months
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best daddy ever
Summary: When Sam drops by unannounced, he discovers something new about Bucky.
Pairing: thunderbolts!Bucky Barnes x female reader
Warnings: teasing, pet names, daddy kìnk, language, no mention of y/n
Word Count: 1K
Bucky Barnes masterlist
A/N: I really hope you’ll enjoy it!
Please, do not repost or translate without my permission!
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“You know that’s not funny, right?”
You giggle when you hear his broody tone as you make your way to the kitchen. You don’t realize that his words are not directed at you until you almost have a heart attack.
Of course you scream in shock when you see Sam sitting casually at your table while Bucky is leaning against the fridge with his arms crossed.
He immediately rushes toward you, though, when you place a hand on your chest. Your heart is beating so fast.
“Are you okay, honey?”
The way he casually wraps his arm around your waist casually to pull you closer in front of Sam makes you melt. You might never get used to him initiating PDA, but it makes you really happy.
“I’m okay, I’m sorry for screaming.”
You know he’s about to scold you for apologizing, but thankfully Sam speaks first.
“Hi, cutie. No worries, I came to annoy your tinman.”
You don’t even have to look at Bucky to know he’s rolling his eyes, his grip tightening on your hip as he groans.
“How many times do I have to tell you not to call her that?”
“So you don’t think she’s cute?”
You bring your hand to his chest just to distract him a bit. Sam loves to push his buttons almost as much as you do.
“Yeah, James, don’t you?”
You know you’re playing with fire after earlier, but it’s too fun not to. Especially when he gives you that look... you’re in trouble look. And you love to be in trouble with him.
“Get out of our house, Cap, so I can show her exactly how cute I think she is.”
Neither of you expected this since you both gasped. Bucky is sassy, that’s for sure, but you didn’t anticipate this type of casual sexual innuendo comment. Because he meant sex, right? There is no way he didn’t unless he is cruelly teasing you in vain.
“Guess the Winter Soldier is not so wint-” But Sam doesn’t finish his sentence, throwing his hands in the air in defense while still laughing when Bucky looks at him again. “Glad it still works, I was a little worried.”
“No need to worry, Sam, I promise.“ You smirk, patting Bucky’s ass twice before going to the coffee maker, stealing a whine out of him. “Want to stay for breakfast?”
“No,” Bucky answers for him, and you roll your eyes. You know Sam doesn’t mind his attitude because he’s known him for a long time, but you still want to be a good host.
“I can make crepes if you-”
“Doll, please.”
Sam looks at Bucky, then at you, and winks, smiling widely. “I’m leaving, I’m leaving. But don’t forget what I told you and stay out of trouble.“
It’s too vague for you to understand, so you’ll just wait for Sam to be gone to interrogate Bucky.
“Goodbye, Cap.”
And there he is, softer Bucky. You grab a cup for him too, and he smiles. You’ve never seen a more beautiful man in your entire life. He is magnetic and charming, and you feel like kissing him all the time. You don’t know how you managed to get him as your boyfriend, but you’re grateful.
“What is this? Oh my god, you kinky old man!”
Confused, you immediately make your way to the living room, following Bucky. You don’t know what Sam could have seen to say that, and you definitely didn’t expect him to hold Bucky’s cap in both of his hands, analyzing it. Your gift... Shit!
“Best. Daddy. Ever?”
You close your eyes, embarrassed, but Bucky, surprisingly, doesn’t seem to feel the same way. You don’t sense any shame or change in his vibes or posture. He simply stares at Sam as usual and snatches the cap from his hands.
“That’s mine.”
“I realized, daddy.” Sam can’t stop laughing even when he turns his head toward you. But when he sees you all serious, his face drops. “Or do you mean…”
“Mean what?“ You snap, a bit annoyed about the fact you two got busted in such a stupid way. And it’s all Bucky’s fault since he’s the one who left it there.
Only when Sam lowers his eyes to your belly, do you realize what he means.
“No, she’s not pregnant, idiot!”
“So you really have a fucking daddy kink? How do you even know-“ He stops mid-sentence, still totally taken aback, and Bucky sneaks behind you to open the entrance door. “How did you manage to corrupt this old man?”
You can’t help but laugh this time. If only he knew the truth...
Bucky puffs, pushing Sam out. “Goodbye, Sam!”
Thankfully, before Bucky could close the door in his face, you manage to say goodbye and wave:
“Trust me, I was not the one doing the corruption with this.”
You wish you could see Sam’s face. What a loss!
“He won’t stop talking about this, you know that, right?”
“You’re the one who left it here, so blame yourself.”
You take the cap from the table, where he put it, and walk straight to him, getting on your tiptoes before placing it on his head. Bucky looks at you with a mix of surprise and amusement as you adjust the cap to sit just right. He is the best daddy ever, indeed. If Sam heard how dirty Bucky could get during sex, he’d die. Contrary to what he believed, Bucky is the one who came up with this whole daddy thing while you were in the middle of fucking raw, right after he finished a mission. It rolled shyly but naturally of his tongue, and of course you liked it. You love calling him daddy even if you do it just to tease him. But it must be so hard, probably, for Sam to picture this mountain of a man, quiet but also sassy, knowing his past, like this.
“You’re staring.” Bucky smirks, and you feel your knees weakening. God, that smile! “And you’re horny.”
“What if I am? Gonna take care of me, daddy?”
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cillianate · 1 year
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dancin' round the kitchen, in the refrigerator light.
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(gif is not mine, credit to owner!!!)
pairing: bucky barnes x fem!reader
warnings: smoking (don't smoke, say no to drugs kids!!), nightmares, slight nudity, a mention of cancer, mentions of torture, mentions of murd3r, pretty much everything winter soldier.
summary: bucky wakes up in the middle of the night after a nightmare and aches to hold his girlfriend.
content type: blurb, one-shot
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The bright red text on the digital clock read- 2:37 AM. Bucky sat up panting, his chest gleamed with sweat. As he breathed heavily, he became suddenly aware of the non-existent mellow breathing that would usually calm him down in a time like this. You weren't there. As he patted around the bed looking for you, he became increasingly worried.
Just as he got out of the bed to rummage the apartment for you, a cough comes from your balcony. Realization crossed over him. He padded his way over, donning only blue and white checkered boxers.
There you were, sitting on the railing of the balcony that over looked Brooklyn, a cigarette lodged between your index and middle finger. Your body was covered in goosebumps, made more prominent by your lack of clothing. Only your underwear and Bucky's 'The Smiths, Hatful of Hollow' T-Shirt covered your figure.
"Doll," he said, his voice coming out frailer than he had intended, "why are you up?"
"Buck. Sorry, did I wake you?" You had said, immediately putting out your cigarette.
"No its fine. I just had a nightmare. Woke up and you were gone." He calmed you. He strode to you slowly, planting his hands on your hips once he reached you.
"Oh, i'm so sorry, babe. Do you want to talk about it?" You apologized, gladly embracing him when he folded his head into your neck. The scruf he had grown over the last few months ticked your soft skin, making you let out a soft breath.
"No, it's fine. Same as usual, y'know? I get tortured, I kill someone. Whatever. Just wanted to hold you." He spoke, his deep voice rang through your body.
"It's not nothing, James. But I won't pester you. I'm here now for all of your holding needs." You responded. His eyes now looked into yours as he had separated his head from your neck.
He brought your foreheads together and said, "You should quit, those things are cancer machines."
"I know." And that was that. It was a conversation that had been brought up before, but the idea had always been that, an idea.
There, in the crisp fall air, Bucky held you for what felt like hours. The cold left both you long ago, the others body heat warming their counterpart plenty. The pair of you swayed back and forth as a silent oath of "I have you, and we'll be alright."
"We should head inside, just because I can't get sick doesn't mean I want you getting pneumonia." He said as he grabbed your rosy hand.
"But Buck, i'm not tired." You whined, as he all but dragged you back into the loft apartment.
"Well I didn't say we had to sleep, now did I, doll?" He said smugly, that smirk you'd come to know so well stretching over his tan face.
Bucky let go of your hand as he flicked on the small stereo that had found its place on your counter many months ago.
The soft lullaby of 'Graceland Too' by Phoebe Bridgers graced your ears, being the last song you had listened to from yours and Bucky's mix tape.
Bucky grabbed your waist softly, pulling you into his chest. You wrapped your arms gracefully around his neck as he swayed you slightly to the music.
For the next hour, you and Bucky danced around in the kitchen illuminated by the refrigerator light. Your serene moment soundtrack to songs you adored such as: All I Need To Hear by The 1975, False God by Taylor Swift, and Smoke Signals by Phoebe Bridgers. And though Bucky refused to admit he listened to anything other than Louis Armstrong, he silently loved them too.
Actually, he loved everything you loved. He loved you. He would shout it from any rooftop without being asked. You were his lifeline. The moment he met you, he promised himself he'd do anything to be able to hold you. Now that he could, he wouldn't be silent about it. And he wasn't.
"I love you." He whispered into your hair as he lulled you into relaxation.
"I love you too, Buck."
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whorefordean · 2 years
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uncomfortable || s.r
wc - 721
pairing - steve rogers x reader
warnings - none
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It had been a week since you got back from your last mission, and you had yet to have a peaceful night of sleep. You were completely exhausted and nothing was helping. As you rolled over once more, Steve started to shift. You held your breath for a moment, hoping he wouldn’t wake up due to your incessant moving.
However, as luck would have it, Steve spoke up.
“Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” Steve asked as he reached out to pull you towards him.
“Can’t sleep, Stevie,” you nearly whined. Steve’s heart broke a little. Your words slurred, and you sounded like you hadn’t slept in days. And honestly? You haven’t.
Steve said nothing as he pulled you closer to him. You clung to his shirt and you dug your face into his chest. The two of you stayed silent. You listened to Steve’s heart beating rhythmically in his chest. Steve thought, after a while, that you had fallen asleep. He hoped you had, wanting nothing more than for you to be at peace. But you weren’t.
You had started to turn away from Steve when he stopped you.
“Come on,” Steve spoke softly, standing up from the bed. You paused, confused, prompting him to pull you up from the bed to carry you out of your room. You said nothing as you wrapped your legs high up around your boyfriend’s waist, letting your head drop onto his shoulder. You threaded your hands into his hair as he carried you away from your room, down the hall, and into the living room.
Steve moved to lay down on the couch with you laying directly on top of him. Steve pulled the blanket off the back of the couch and draped it over the two of you. As you laid on top of him, Steve slipped one of his hands up the hem of your shirt, drawing soft patterns against your skin. You allowed yourself to sink into his touch, finding comfort in the way his chest rose and fell against yours.
Steve used his other hand to card his fingers through your hair. He hummed a soft melody, breaking the silence in the cozy room. A gentle sigh escaped your lips as sleep consumed you.
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“Can you shut up?”
“You’re the one being loud!”
“You’re gonna wake them up.”
“I’m already awake, Peter.”
“Sorry, Mr. Captain Steve!”
You whined quietly at the bright sun shining in your face and the loud voices waking you from the only sleep you’d gotten in days. You buried your head deeper into Steve’s chest and tried to block everything out.
“They’re not going away, sweetheart,” Steve laughed at your actions.
“Use your authority and make them,” you mumbled.
Steve chuckled softly and kissed the top of your head. You felt him shift under you, eventually moving the two of you into a seated position. You lifted your head to meet his gaze. He held a charming smile on his face.
“Goodmorning, sweetheart,” he beamed.
“It was until these idiots ruined it,” you smiled sweetly at him. You turned your head to see Sam, Bucky, and Peter still hovering over the couch.
“Peter, are they corrupting you?” you asked, playfully narrowing your eyes at your friends.
“Wow, I am appalled that you think so little of us, Y/N,” Sam spoke, feigning hurt.
“Really, Y/N, tell us how you really feel!” Bucky sighed dramatically.
“Don’t speak to me or my son ever again,” Sam exclaimed, grabbing Peter’s arm and dragging him away. Bucky followed after, yelling something about fighting for custody of their now adopted son Peter.
You and Steve laughed for a moment before settling into a peaceful silence. Your arms were looped under his with your head resting against his shoulder. Steve’s arms were draped loosely around your waist, head tucked into your neck. You sighed in relief, finally feeling well rested. Finally feeling alive.
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tom-holland-parker · 2 years
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Heat on High - Cookies
Summary: Deciding to thank Bucky for putting out the fire leads to him asking you out
Pairing: Firefighter!Bucky x Single Mom!reader
Word Count: 853
Masterlist /Series Masterlist/ Previous Part
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Two days passed before you had the chance to see bucky. He’d been busy with work so you decided to properly thank him for putting out the fire by delivering homemade cookies. The garage doors to the fire station were open but you hesitated to enter, unsure if you were allowed.
“Can I help you?” You turned toward the unfamiliar voice, the man was tall and stared at you with a smile. Your eyes glanced at his shirt, noticing the firehouse logo on it, “I’m looking for Bucky Barnes”
A look of realization spread across his face as his smile widened, “Are you Y/N?”
You nodded which only made him happier, “My name is Sam. It’s great finally meet you, Barnes will not shut up about you”
You chuckled,  “Well I hope he’s only told you good things”
He shrugged, “He should be inside, Follow me”
You trailed behind him not wanting to get lost. Sam kept small talk with you, telling you about the different rooms that you passed and asking you about your day. “There he is” He pointed to where Bucky sat playing cards with the others, “Barnes you’ve got a visitor” 
Bucky looked confused but when he saw you his eyes softened, “Y/N is everything okay?” He stood up for his seat, throwing his cards on the table before walking towards you, “what are you doing here?”
“Um” You handed him the container in your hands, “I thought I should properly thank you for putting out that fire so I made you cookies” You watched as the men behind him looked at you then at each other, all trying to hide the smirk on their face, “I would’ve waited until you got home it’s just you’ve been so busy and I’ve been running around with lily and-”
“Thank you” Bucky smiled, setting the cookies on the table. It took all but three seconds for the other firefighters to starting grabbing them and eating, “while you’re here I actually have something for you”
He grabbed your hand, gently leading you further into the building, “We usually give these to the kids but I think you’ll find them useful too” He stopped just outside the office door with the name plate, Lieutenant Barnes. You tried to hide a smile, “this better not be what I think it is”
Bucky laughed as he opened the door. The office was small, a simple desk in the corner and a bed on the opposite side with two duffle bags with clothes folded neatly on it. There were few pictures on the walls but for the most part it was neat and plain. He quickly grabs paper off his desk and hands it to you, “It’s a fire safety pamphlet”
“I’m never making you cookies again” You smiled, nudging his shoulder, “in fact I should take back those cookies”
“Good luck with that, Im sure Sam and Torres have eaten them all”
You grinned and glanced at the clock, “Shit I have to go pick up lily”
Bucky’s smile dropped, sad to see you leaving even though he knows he’ll see you at home, “Let me walk you out” The walk back to the exit was quick, you smiled and waved goodbye to Sam before turning to Bucky, “Well I guess I’ll see you at home”
“My shift doesn’t end till 3am but I’m sure I’ll see you when you leave in the morning” He wanted to kick himself. Why couldn’t he just ask you out like a normal person?
“Okay then” You smiled and started to walk away. Bucky sighed silently screaming at himself to chase after you.
“Are you serious? You’ve been talking our ears off about this girl for weeks and you didn’t even ask her out.” Sam slapped Bucky’s back, “She obviously likes you and if you don’t do it I will” 
Bucky rolled his eyes, “Shut up Sam, I’m working on it”
“Ya know you could invite her to the opening of the new firefighter museum” Torres spoke, chewing down on another cookie, “We have to go anyway might as well make it a date”
Sam smiled, grabbing Bucky’s phone, “that’s a perfect idea”
“Sam stop it” Bucky moved to take the phone back but it was too late he had already called your number. “Hello? Bucky?” You voice came through the speaker, he could hear Lily giggling in the background
“Hey Doll” Bucky said, trying not to sound awkward, “I’m I was just thinking maybe if you weren’t busy next weekend you’d want to maybe”
“Just do it” Sam whispered giving him a thumbs up
“Be my date to a museum opening” Bucky wanted to slap himself in the face, this was going terrible
You smiled, “Yeah I’d love to, just send me information”
Bucky let out a breath of relief, “Great, it’s a date then, see ya soon”
He hung up quickly, looking over at Sam and Torres who stared at him with stupid smiles. Bucky rolled his eyes as he grabbed the container of cookies “wipe the smirks off your faces and get back to work”
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rassvetsky · 1 year
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Hello hello my dear :D
I love your writing so i HAD to send a request! This is probably super niche and if you dont feel comfortable writing it thats COMPLETELY okay!<3
So i have a skin disorder that makes red spots appear ALL over my skin and it makes it feel itchy and rough(now in other fanfic its normally that the characters talk about "readers soft skin" and sadly i cant relate to that)
So i was wondering if you could write Sam Wilson x fem! Or Non binary! Reader with a skin disorder :D what prompt you use, if its nsfw or sfw and how long it is, is completely up to you! I would just love to relate to a fanfic again :,)
Much love <3
thank you so much for sending this and i hope i did it at least some justice, because i've been incredibly uncreative and unmotivated for a long time now— i too suffer from a skin condition mostly triggered by stress, which makes the skin of my shoulders and upper back very bumpy (and damn it leaves scars each time) so this was insightful to think about,, most fics aren't that inclusive unfortunately (which is nobody's fault!!) but anyway, i hope you have a wonderful day, and thank you again for dragging me out of my void!!
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Fifty Bucks
sam wilson x reader
"It's impossible to feel inconvenienced by anything when Sam Wilson is your personal stand-up comedian and therapist at the same time. He might demand fifty bucks, though."
[1k] | honestly not much, super short and quick anyway, fluff, reader has a skin condition as lovely anon mentioned above, swearing, sam is a blessing and not in disguise at all
reblog and/or like for a kiss, feedback much appreciated! not proofread.
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You should've seen this coming.
But it's like your body and your mind operate on completely different terms sometimes, with no connection to one another whatsoever. It's impossible to control how your body might react to something that brews in your mind, and while for some it's not an issue to keep focus on; people that are blessed with one tiny little add-on to their existence like you have to be extra careful sometimes.
And good lord, you can never be careful enough.
As Sam paced around in your apartment, trying to keep your mind off of work stress and the general adulthood obstacles through a sacred quest of finding a show to watch before you could come back to the living room; you were mentally face-palming upon the sight of a red spot on the course of forming on your shoulder, and a few more down your arms. You can't control everything that happens around you, of course, but God, why is it that everyone else seems to be better at handling stress?
When you came back to the living room with a slight pout on your lips, fingers tugging on the material of your t-shirt to reveal a portion of your arms, Sam is perplexed. Remote control in his palm, he turned around to look at you, gaze flickering between your hand and your face. "Everything okay?" he asked, pointing towards the snacks laid out on the coffee table with the remote control. "It better be. I didn't pay for all those for nothing, you better cheer the hell up."
That pulled a chuckle out of you as you shrugged, stepping closer to him with a sigh, forcing the sight into his point of view. "Flaring up a bit, I think," a soft breath left you. "Figures. I was beginning to expect it at this point."
"What's that? Allergies?" he asked, following suit when you took a seat on the couch, relaxing right next to you. "Is it the lobster? Can't be, because I marinated that thing so good that people with seafood allergy could risk death to have a taste. I'm serious."
"No, it just happens." you chuckled softly, heaving a deep sigh before leaning back comfortably. "There isn't much that I can do about it now, it's just gonna itch and drive me crazy."
Sam hummed as a response, before pressing 'play' on the first comfort show that he came across, mind occupied with this newfound information. It must be annoying enough to go through, he thought, figuring that he shouldn't ask many questions— but he's a curious individual, he couldn't help it even if he tried. "Isn't there anything, like— like an ointment or something for 'em?" your slow nod caused him to hum, the intro of the show seemingly catching your attention, but not his, surprisingly, considering the fact that he often possessed the attention span of a goldfish. "Does it bother you?"
"It's not a pretty sight when the timing is wrong," you mumbled while reaching for a pack of sour candies on the coffee table before leaning back on the couch again. The cushions were soft against your back, but not as soft as your bed— which you were beginning to miss. "But I feel like I've gotten used to it, you know? Like, I learn more about how my skin reacts to certain things as time goes by and, well, I'm trying to manage it better."
"Not a pretty sight my ass," he whispered under his breath, causing you to laugh— along with him. "You could have Shrek skin for all I care. Or Avatar skin, whatever fictional world you're into— you'd still be one hell of a sight."
"Shrek skin? C'mon, you're just saying that."
"Watch it, I get real aggressive about affection," a pair of strong arms pulled you to his side and you giggled against the material of his shirt, trying to slap his arms away from you. "God was like, damn, a full package. Gotta balance it out somehow."
It was incredible, how fast Sam could get you laughing. But there you were, laughing at his antics with the show long-forgotten on the screen, his arms secure around you and a pretty smile on his lips. He was a man of acceptance, after all, and you were sure that given the chance, he could restore world peace in a week with his delicious cookouts and wonderfully thought speeches.
"Shut the hell up," you chuckled, shaking your head. "It doesn't even bother me, it's my own skin. Just makes me wish that I was a bit luckier."
"That's a good thing, you know, being alright with it." his fingers found your hair then, giving the area a few loving pats before carding them through your locks. It was as if his tone changed when he started to speak again, and you'd recognize that speech pattern anywhere. "Health-wise, accepting and embracing something kinda works like a placebo, you know? Whether it's a mental thing or, you know, something physical— when you're like, alright, I'm doing this and that to cure this thing, but at the same time, I'm not gonna be all like, damn this thing—"
"God, not one of these speeches again—"
"Listen, you ungrateful brat," his faux offense made you laugh again, as you watched him press his palm against his chest where his heart is supposed to be. "People don't pay therapists for nothing."
"I know, I know." you cuddled onto him more. "M'sorry, go on?"
"I will, for fifty bucks."
"FIFTY?!" you raised your head from his shoulder to look up at him, eyes wide in shock.
"Do you have any idea how expensive therapy is?! Thirty at most, pay up or shut up!"
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velvetcloxds · 1 year
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about you- send me a character and a combination of any two of the previous choices and I'll write a little baby blurb for it
sam wilson + co-workers to lovers au + "why did you come here i told you it's dangerous" "to save your save, I cant have you dead yet"
is this okay?
FALLEN | S.W.
word count: 0.6k
warnings: kind of out of the marvel loop atm, don't remember the deets from the movie
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Sam Wilson was stubborn, unimaginably so, it was one of his more infuriating characteristics, but it was also why you had very surprisingly fallen hopelessly in love with him.
You sighed, again, you were sure that Sam was keeping count of them by now. A knowing yet silent look shared between him and Steve as you pasted a bright pink band-aid on Bucky's head, the now-present super soldier not daring to object to the notion as he too picked up on the tension in the room.
"What?" you breathed, looking over the long-haired man with an accidental glare, stuffing the rest of your first aid supplies back in your bag as he shrugged defensively, hands lifted in surrender as Sam snickered behind you, already expecting the similar though notably more terrifying look you gave him.
"Stop that," he mused and was far too quick to help you up from the ground, not missing the brief moment of hesitation you had when allowing him to do exactly that before stepping back. "I said stop," he repeated and you knew what he meant, he knew your act was getting old, anger wasn't truly anger more just annoyance with his stupidity. "Let's go," he was pointing at the open door, not taking any objections as he grabbed your hand to pull you along, careful yet stern, the Sam special. "What is your damage, sweetheart," the man demanded as if he had no idea.
"You," you deadpanned, hands now folded as you scorned at him. "You, Sam, idiotic, stubborn, reckless man, are my damage. What the hell were you thinking helping Steve? He decided to start a war and that's on him, not you. But no, you are a good lap dog; you just jump when he calls, and then I have to come to clean up your mess again."
"Now hold up," he scoffed, it was the type of scoff he reserved just for you and your attitude as he liked to call it even though you both knew it was just because you cared. "I didn't ask you to come here, in fact, I specifically told you not to come here because it was dangerous."
"Of course, I came here, that's the problem. I have to come to save your ass, every damn time."
"And why is that," the step he took towards you was painfully subtle, and the hand that took hold of your wrist to stop it from gesturing around was too, it was the touch that wasn't, it was scorching, accusatory.
"I can't have you die on me," you admitted, allowing his grip to soften, allowing his hand to slide down, his fingers to lace together with yours. "And you're hellbent on trying."
"I'm not, promise, it's the very last thing I'm trying to do," he defended and your frown dipped into a pout, his eyes softening as a delicate smile sifted into his lips. "I'll try to be more careful though if that keeps me from being on the other side of one of those glares of yours."
"Shut up," you sighed and your head fell to his chest, a soft slap to his bicep not derailing him from his mission.
"No, no, you really know how to lay into a man, damn," you were giggling, his own laugh picking up barely a second later as his other hand came up to squeeze your waist, both of you very content to stay like that for a while.
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ghostofskywalker · 1 year
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Omg can I have a drabble of Sam Wilson with love confessions (very soft, very fluffy)
this is a contender for the softest thing i've written in a while, i hope you enjoy :)
words: 486
sam wilson masterlist
An outstretched hand appeared in your field of vision, and you looked up to see Sam smiling at you. “You promised me you would dance at least one time tonight,” he said. “And so far I haven’t seen you out there once.” 
“I can’t get anything past you, can I?” you asked, playfully raising your eyes at him. 
Of course not. I know everything.”
You laughed. “So you know that I have no idea how to slow dance?” It was that part of the night where the DJ was playing nothing but ballads and softer, slower music, and even if you had wanted to dance, you had no idea how to do it without stepping on anyone’s feet. That, and you would have needed someone to dance with. 
“Then it’s a good thing I know how to slow dance then,” he said, reaching down to grab your hand and pull you to a standing position. “Come on, it’s not that difficult.” 
If it was anyone else on the team you might have offered more resistance to the idea, but Sam was your best friend, and there wasn’t anyone else you trusted more than him. He even acted graciously as you stepped on his feet a few times by accident (you weren’t kidding when you said you didn’t really know how to dance). 
For the first time all night, you felt at ease. These types of fancy gala events were not your thing, but it was a requirement to attend some of them (the Avengers’ PR director, had made you a list of which ones you had to attend). Dancing with Sam made you smile, and you told yourself it was because you were simply friends with him, but you knew that your real feelings were a little stronger than that. 
He held his arm out and guided you into a spin at the end of the song, and for a moment you were worried that you would fall over and embarrass yourself in front of everyone, but thankfully that didn’t happen. As you moved closer and closer to him again, you couldn’t hold in your feelings any longer. “I love you,” you said quietly. 
If he didn’t return your feelings, you would have to move out to Iceland and become a sheep farmer, but it seemed that this time you were safe from that kind of nomadic lifestyle. “I love you too,” he responded, his hands finding your waist and pulling you slightly closer to him. When his lips finally landed on yours, you decided that you never wanted to forget this feeling. 
Even before you broke apart you could hear the whoops and cheers of the onlookers around you, and there was certainly a part of you that was embarrassed for making a scene, but you couldn’t really bring yourself to be too annoyed about it, especially after Sam leaned in and kissed you again.
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crazyunsexycool · 2 years
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Party for four.
Prompt list
Prompt: “Go on. I won’t stop you.”
Pairings: Bucky x Fem Reader, implied Sam Wilson x Reader, implied Steve Rogers x Reader.
Warning: implied Smut.
Word count: 438
A/N: My first Blurb please be kind. 🫣
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The party was in full swing. The venue chosen for said party was full to the brim with your husband’s employees. It was supposed to be a thank you for all the hard work they’d done after a huge merger. For you it was a chance to wear something sexy for your husband and maybe his new partners, they were sin on legs and they knew it. The only problem was that your man was nowhere in sight. Now you were starting to get irritated being left alone for so long was not what you had in mind. So you left the main party going down a hallway with a few meeting rooms. The music and chatter from the party are muffled by the distance the further down you go until you could hear someone talking. You look into the room to find who you were looking for, having a drink and toasting to their success. Your husband waves you in.
“Hey honey, is everything ok?”
“Yeah I was just checking in. I’ll leave you three to celebrate.” You offer a smile and turn to leave.
“No, you don’t have to go. C’mere.” Your husband says as he pats his thigh.
“Bucky it’s ok I’ll see you later I didn’t mean to interrupt.”
“Sweetheart you aren’t interrupting anything.” Sam winks at you.
“Yeah, stay and have a drink with us.” Steve insists.
You look at Bucky sitting at the head of the table while Steve pours a drink and Sam leans against the table. A hungry look in his eye as his gaze moves from head to toe taking in the barely there black dress that hugs your curves just right and leaves just enough to the imagination. Walking further into the room you take the glass from Steve with a thank you. He winks at you as he hands you the drink. You sit on Bucky’s lap, one arm around your waist while his other hand finds its place on your thigh. Slowly he starts to move his hand higher while Steve and Sam continue to talk about future plans.
“Naughty girl.” Bucky says in a low voice. “Wearing nothing under this dress and all wet for me.”
“Just for you?” Sam asks with a smirk.
Your breath gets caught in your throat as you squirm on Bucky’s lap feeling his hardening length against the curve of your ass.
“Come on Darlin’ we’ve seen the way you look at us when you’re in the office. You want us don’t you?” Steve adds his heated gaze on you. You can’t help but lick your lips looking at both men and then at your husband.
“Go on. I won’t stop you.”
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annab-nana · 2 years
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🐚 "Wait a minute. Are you jealous?" + sam wilson
he’d think it’s so cute if you got jealous
warnings: swearing
❀ masterlist ❀
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she may have been a nice girl, but you couldn't find it in you to like her. not with the way she laughed a little too hard at his jokes and not with how her eyes lingered on him for a bit too long. she was a work friend of sam's, but it seemed the only thing she was working on was checking out your man.
it was clear you two were together as you sat beside him with your hands holding each other on top of the table and your head rested on his shoulder. but the woman didn't stop. maybe she was just being friendly, but her friendliness was getting to be too uncomfortable for you. you couldn't take it.
"i'll be right back," you told sam without a second glance and departed for a breath of fresh air. it was too stuffy in there with her ogling your boyfriend as she was. but you couldn't tell sam that. he'd never believe that sweet little melissa was being more than a friend and it would also invite in the teasing and he would tease you about it.
sam knew as soon as you left that something was wrong. you normally would've started your sentence with his name to get his attention and once that was on you, then you'd tell him you were stepping out. you didn't need to check in with him before doing what you wanted, but you normally did so now that you didn't, he knew. there was also something underlying in your tone. anger or annoyance, perhaps a touch of frustration, but it wasn't your usual voice.
he excused himself from chatty mel, happy to get away from the conversation and nervous about what happened to you. he could endure her relentless talk at work when he had other things to occupy him or like a few moments prior when you were by his side, but with nothing, it was unbearable.
when he found you, you were outside, your body leaning against the wall behind you as a gust of wind passed by to move your hair. your eyes were shut while you took in the moment of peace and tranquility and to sam, you were like a beautiful picture with how the street lamp's yellow light cascaded over your features. it wasn't too dark yet so the last bits of sunlight still lit the streets up as well but the artificial light was lighting you up the best.
he approached you and found a spot next to you, letting his back rest upon the brick like you did. you didn't even have to open your eyes to know it was him. his scent filled your nostrils and a feeling of comfortability washed over you, telling you that one sam wilson was in your presence.
his hand found yours and his thumb rubbed over your knuckles before he asked, "what's wrong?"
"nothing," you muttered even though you knew it was pointless to try and lie. sam's intuition was crazy off the charts and he could read anyone fairly well, especially you considering how long you two have known each other.
"something," he countered while turning to face you so his shoulder supported his weight against the wall. he watched you let out a sigh, open your eyes, and turn to face him as well.
"i don't like melissa."
"i don't like her either," sam told you, a dry chuckle following his words. he'd be surprised if anyone truly liked the girl. "what about her bothers you so much?"
"i- i don't know. she just rubs me the wrong way. i don't like her personality and her laugh is really annoying and-" you cut yourself off upon noticing sam's look of realization form into a smirk.
"wait a minute. are you jealous?"
"wha- no. no! don't think so highly of yourself, sammy." you cringed at yourself after you let the nickname slip through.
"sammy? you know you just sold yourself out now. you only call me sammy when you are really sad or when you want to be held or when you're lying. you aren't crying and you aren't making grabby hands so i'm left to believe you are lying to me, babe." his smirk had widened at your accepted defeat.
"fine, i'm jealous. sue me," you griped.
"aw," sam spoke teasingly, stepping forward to wrap his arms around you, "you're jealous."
"i'd rather hang out with melissa at the moment."
sam pulled his face back and let out a faux gasp. "i'm hurt."
"you're full of shit is what you are," you commented, feeling his arms around you tighten playfully.
"i am going to let that slide," sam told you as he pressed a kiss to your left cheek, "because i know you are overwhelmed," and one to your right cheek, "with your love for me," one to your forehead, "but that's okay," one to your nose, "because i love you and all your flaws." he finished off with a peck on your lips.
"take me home, you dork."
"i thought you'd never ask. there is only so much melissa i can take." you giggled at his admission and felt better knowing that you had nothing to worry about with him or her. sam was yours and you were his and there was nothing or no one that could get in your way.
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chokemewanda · 2 years
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Begin Again
Bucky Barnes x f!reader
Masterlist
Part two / Part Three
Warnings: pining, tfatws spoilers, Spiderman nwh spoilers, slight angst
Bucky saw you for the first time since the days following the final battle with Thanos in Sam’s favorite coffee shop in Louisiana. It was a tiny, hole in the wall and the coffee was mediocre at best. Sam only went there because his parents had their first date in the very same booth you were now sitting in.
Of all the places he had expected to see you again, well, it hadn’t been here. He had hoped in those first few months that you’d come back, show up on his doorstep like you had never left. He gave up on that thought, knowing he’d probably never see you again.
He imagined that very same smile you wore right now and how he’d tell you what he had never told you. All those things he had held inside. The things he should have told you when you showed up in Wakanda with Steve.
The space across from you was empty but there was a coffee waiting for whoever would join you. Bucky knew it was for him. He didn’t know how you found him, how you always found him.
“Sorry to keep you waiting.” Bucky took his seat and your smile only grew as you looked him over in a way that made him wish he had shaved this morning or done something with his hair.
“James, how are you?” You didn’t act surprised in the slightest to see him almost two thousand miles from his home. In your defense, you had never been surprised. Not where Bucky was concerned.
“Good, ‘m good.” He told you and you raised an eyebrow, looking him over again in a way that convinced him you lied when you said you couldn’t read minds. “I didn’t know you were back on Earth.”
“Not very long. Came to see you first. You weren’t in your apartment.” You asked in that way that wasn’t really asking. You did that a lot and in the beginning Bucky had presumed it was disinterest on your part. Now he knew that you never had to ask, not really.
“Sam wanted to see his family.” Bucky offered in explanation and you tilted your head. He knew what you were thinking. A lot had happened since you had left with Thor to join the rag tag group that called themselves the Guardians of the Galaxy.
“Things are better.” There was that question that wasn’t really a question. Bucky knew it was easy to tell by looking at him. He wasn’t the PTSD ridden nightmare you had left behind. He still had his moments but there was better ones now. Happy ones.
“How long are you staying for?” He didn’t mean Louisiana. He didn’t want you to leave and yet he knew you would. Your wanderlust spanned further than tropical holidays. You wanted to see the universe. As much of it as possible. He knew that.
“A while. I want to check in with everyone. Drink your coffee, it’s your favorite.” He didn’t tell you that his tastes had changed in the time you had been gone. He no longer favored bitter, black coffee. He knew by glancing at the cup you had already known. The frothy milk stared back at him. “Where’s Sam?”
“With his sister and the kids.” Bucky answered before taking a drink the vanilla hitting his tongue and making him hum. “You wanna go see him?”
“We’ve got time. Wanted to see you first.” You told him honestly, taking his vibranium hand across the table. “Missed you.”
“So why’d you leave then?” He asked before he could stop himself. He had grown slightly bitter in your time apart. Everyone left him. Everyone important to him. Steve was gone, Natasha was gone and here you were, popping up like nothing had changed.
“You didn’t need me as much as you thought you did.” You told him, not releasing his hand. Bucky had usually found comfort in your calm. He had gravitated towards you every time you had been near him. Now it grated on his nerves.
“Could’ve used your help once or twice.” He grunted and you only smiled. He sipped his coffee with his free hand and you mimicked him, sipping at your own. “Sam gave up the mantle.”
“Why did he do that?” You already knew. He could see it in your eyes. He saw it in your eyes the day Steve gave Sam the shield. The day before you left.
“Thought no one could fill Steve’s shoes.” Bucky grunted again, eyes on where your hands were joined. He pulled his own hand back, resting it in his lap. “There was trouble. A lot of it.”
“So tell me about it.” Bucky tried to explain everything. Explain Karli and John Walker and all that had happened. He told you about that kid, he really was just a kid, that John had killed. He told you about it all and how he had played into it.
You listened to it as your coffee grew cold and he found himself telling you other things. He told you about Yuri, how he felt about Steve leaving. He stopped himself before telling you how he felt about you leaving.
“He’s a good man. Sam.” Bucky finished and you nodded slowly as you took it all in. He waited for your response but nodding seemed to be all you were going to offer. “How much of that did you know?”
“Very little.” You admitted in a rare show of honesty. Bucky appraised you as you seemed to be thinking hard about something. “Why didn’t you call in the others?”
“The others?” Bucky asked in confusion and you blinked at him. He only shrugged. He wasn’t sure why it hadn’t crossed his mind. This was something he and Sam had to do together.
“Wanda could’ve helped. Clint, Peter or even Bruce.” You supplied and Bucky tilted his head, eyebrows furrowed.
“Quil was with you.” He said and then wondered if you had been with Thor all this time. You weren’t the type to stick around for too long. Something you demonstrated time and time again.
“Not Peter Quil. Parker, Peter Parker.” Bucky shook his head with a shrug and a genuine frown replaced your usual neutral expression. “You have been checking up on him? Right? Like I asked you to?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Bucky said slowly and your frown deepened as you sat forward, elbows on the table. “I don’t know a Peter Parker.”
“Have you been forgetting again?” You asked softly and Bucky flinched back as if you had struck him. He didn’t forget anything anymore and sometimes that was the problem. He wished he could forget sometimes, wished the pain would be taken away when he couldn’t remember the loss.
“No. I don’t do that anymore.” He argued and you sat back, frowning again. He watched as your frown slipped away to something more neutral. You finished your coffee, indicating for him to do the same.
“I’d like to see Sam now, if that okay.” You told him and Bucky felt doubt claw at his mind. Was he beginning to forget again? He tossed a couple of dollars on the table and led you from the coffee shop.
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“Look who it is.” Sam cheered when you stepped in behind Bucky. He was sat at the table with his nephews working on some sort of Lego set. He stood to greet you, wrapping you in a warm hug.
“Long time no see, Captain America.” You smiled and Sam’s grin only grew, his gap tooth making an appearance and endearing you so much that you hugged him again. “I missed you.”
Bucky didn’t feel so special anymore when he heard your words. He stood in the doorway with his arms folded and Sam only had to look at him once to know something was wrong.
“I spend months trying to get this hard ass to smile and one conversation with you turns him sour.” Sam berated and you shrugged, looking back at Bucky with a gentle smile.
“Can we talk?” You asked Sam and he looked to Bucky who only sighed, taking a seat at the table with Sam’s nephews. He engaged them in conversation as the pair of you slipped out the door.
“Something wrong?” Sam asked immediately, his carefree attitude long gone, his smile too. You only linked your arm with his, walking aimlessly away from the house belonging to his sister. “You know I’ve had enough trouble with Bucky this last while. I don’t need you helping him out.”
“Have you noticed the holes in his memory?” You asked and Sam stopped in place, looking back to the house. He had left Bucky alone with his family. “He’s not dangerous. I don’t think. He’s just forgetting.”
“What’d he forget?” Sam asked, still hesitating on going any further away. He had left his shield in the house. “Your anniversary?”
“Don’t be funny. He doesn’t remember Peter.” You explained, heart aching for the child who had been abandoned. He’d be almost college age now and you frowned.
“Space lord? The guy you left with?” Sam asked, evidentially catching up on your concern. “Man, he talks about you guys like once a week. Always on my ass about what you could be doing.”
You smiled gently before taking in Sam’s words, eyebrows furrowing again as your frown returned. Quil should not be their automatic presumption for a Peter.
“Peter Parker.” You said slowly and Sam shook his head. “Spiderman?”
“I shouldn’t be surprised you know Spiderman too. You’ll have to introduce him to us. Could always use a helping hand.” Sam laughed and you stepped back from him, tilting your head.
“You’ve met him. You know him.” You told Sam who shook his head. “Yes you do, Sam. He was there, in the battle. He was at Tony’s funeral. He’s just a kid.”
“I’ve never met Spiderman. Either has Bucky.” Sam told you slowly and you withdrew from the conversation entirely, a hand covering your mouth as you absorbed the information.
Excuses could be made for Bucky forgetting Peter. Shuri worked wonders on his mind but there could’ve been things that slipped through. Sam had no such excuse and that scared you. It scared you more than you were willing to admit.
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Sam returned to the house without you, resting a hand on Bucky’s shoulder gently. “You’re not forgetting.”
“She seemed sure I was.” Bucky told him but Sam only shook his head, taking his seat at the table and continuing to help his nephews with their Lego. Bucky looked back to the door, wishing you’d be standing there, that same smile on your lips.
You didn’t come back.
Summer is officially here along with all the ideas I’ve been suppressing since college started back. So please accept the spam of fics I’ll be posting
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sadieb798 · 7 months
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💥find your least kudos'd fic - say something wonderful about it.
So the fic that has the least kudos'd is 'Cause I wanna keep you any way I can' which is actually one of my favorite fics.
One of the things I really enjoyed about it was writing Bucky and Sam's relationship vs. Jamie and Sam's because they were both so different with the amnesia and age regression being the #1 factor. This fic is kind of also super indulgent as it was everything I wanted for the Avengers and kind of harks back to the 'Avengers all living in the Tower together' days of fandom.
And overall I learned a lot about how to write from a black person's perspective and I had a beta who helped SO MUCH.
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