#I don’t deserve Bucky anon

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suffocate me with your love

summary: as requested by this anon, reader overhears bucky complaining about how clingy she is but doesn’t hear the full story, causing her to distance herself from him and unintentionally breaking both of their hearts

warnings: reader deals with some self loathing stemming from childhood fears, a few swears, this is pretty angsty but i promise there’s a happy ending

a/n: thank you for the request! as i said, this is such a personal topic for me and writing this was so healing to be honest. i hope it can bring some comfort for anyone else who’s been told they’re too clingy or attached. you are loved and you deserve love 🤍

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The little white cat on your lap lifts her head and stands up in alert when she hears the front door click open, signaling your boyfriend's arrival back to his apartment. Next, you hear Bucky’s footsteps tread softly over where you and Alpine have cozied up on the couch in the living room, and before you know it, he’s falling down beside you, careful not to crush the cat on the couch with you.

“Hey, Buck,” you giggle as he leans into you.

“Mm, hi,” he murmurs back. “Missed you today, Sweets,” Bucky breathes as he wraps his arms around you, holding you to him.

“Missed you, too,” you sigh back, loving how safe and secure you feel in his arms.

It’s been almost four months since Bucky officially asked you out. Before that, the two of you tiptoed around each other for nearly a year, starting when you first moved into the apartment next to his in the Tower, when you became a part of the science and research team with Banner. Bucky is the sweetest man you’ve ever met, and you have always felt safe around him and loved by him.

However, you have an underlying fear that you just can’t seem to shake, even though you’re extremely happy with Bucky. As a child, your family constantly told you how clingy and desperate for affection and attention you were. You couldn’t help it, though, no matter how many times they told you to stop being so attached. You just crave affection and closeness with those you love, and that includes Bucky, now. He’s never given you a hard time about it, though; in fact, he’s always reciprocated your touch and affection. He’s never once made you feel too clingy or attached, and you always feel loved and cared for by him.

“How were my two girls today?” he asks as he pulls away enough to just settle at your side instead, and you smile as you watch Alpine climbs right into his lap.

“Good,” you smile bashfully, resting your head on his flesh shoulder and leaning into him.

“Have you eaten dinner yet?” he asks, softly rubbing your arm with the hand that’s wrapped around you.

“No,” you murmur, trying to get as close to him as you possibly can. “Was waiting for you. What are you hungry for?”

“Anything you want, Sweets,” he smiles and kisses your temple.

This right here? Absolute bliss.

~♡~

Later in the week, you go to visit Bucky and Sam after their training session with some new recruits. He’d told you they’d be done around noon, and he offered to take you to lunch afterwards. Going out with Bucky always filled you with such unbridled joy, one like none other. Something about being with him just made you so giddy, like a little girl with a school crush.

You smile to yourself as you hear Bucky’s familiar chuckle voice off the halls as you make your way to find him. But when you pick up the conversation between him and Sam, your stomach starts to churn.

“God, I need a break from her,” you hear your boyfriend’s voice come from the kitchen, immediately grabbing your attention.

Who is “her”?

“Don’t even get me started,” you hear Sam scoff his reply. “I saw her practically up your shirt the other day and I felt the urge to swoop in and save you.”

Your brain automatically goes to the worst case scenario. Sam had walked in on you and Bucky cuddling in the common room watching a movie the other day. Is that what he’s talking about?

“Why didn’t you?” Bucky playfully yells. “Man, I thought she’d get the hint by now. She literally won’t leave me alone. It’s like she’s a leech or something.”

Your heart begins to race and tears begin to burn at the back of your eyes. He has to be talking about you, surely. You know you’re so clingy; he’s just been hiding how annoyed he’s been by you, just to save your feelings.

“Have you told her?” Sam asks.

“No,” Bucky sighs.

“Why the hell not?” Sam laughs.

“I don’t want to be an asshole, you know? She’s annoying, but I still don’t want to hurt her feelings,” Bucky explains.

“It’s not being an asshole to tell her you need your space, man,” you hear Sam reply.

“I do need my space. And especially from her. She’s suffocating—” you hear him say, and it’s the last thing you hear before your throat closes up, your ears start to ring, and your eyes blur with tears as you run down the hall back to your apartment.

Time seems to freeze as you make your way to your place, shutting and locking the door as tears stream down your cheeks.

Your biggest fear has come to pass.

Your wonderful boyfriend, someone you love more than anyone in the world, thinks you’re too clingy, just as your family had said all along.

You’re annoying.

You’re suffocating.

This is your worst nightmare.

What you don’t realize, however, is that Bucky wasn’t finished. And after you’ve run off in silent tears, he clarifies what you should have stuck around to hear.

“Especially since I have a girlfriend! I get that I’m assigned to train her, but Alexis needs to know I’m uncomfortable with how touchy she is both inside and outside of training. Plus, she knows I’m dating (Y/n),” Bucky reasons.

“The whole team knows, Buck. You guys look like lovesick puppies whenever you’re together and you can’t keep your hands off each other,” Sam laughs.

“Then why can’t Alexis take a fucking hint?” Bucky cries out with a laugh.

“Have you talked to Nat or anyone else about it? I’m sure they’d talk with her. I know I will if you want me to. We could even switch her with someone else so you won’t have to work with her anymore,” Sam offers.

“That would be great, honestly, man. I’d be in deep shit with (Y/n) if she saw the way Alexis gets with me. And my girl is the last person I want to hurt. I love her, Sam,” Bucky admits.

“Whoa,” Sam smiles. “You guys have only been together for a little while. You already sure about that?”

“When you know, you know,” Bucky shrugs. “She’s the love of my life. I think about her every moment. I never wanna be apart from her.”

If only you would have heard all that.

~♡~

Weeks pass and you grow increasingly distant from Bucky by the day.

You no longer stop over at his apartment to wait with Alpine for him to get back from trainings. You spend more time in the lab with Banner, and when Bucky asks if you need some time off, you politely decline. You no longer go to bed with him for sleepy snuggles; instead, you retreat back to your apartment after the few minutes of time you have together in the evenings.

You dodge his kisses and pull away from his hugs. You don’t cuddle up to him on the few evenings you do spend with him, and you don’t initiate any touch with him whatsoever.

It’s so hard not to give into his touches and kisses, but it’s genuinely what you think Bucky wants. For that reason, you don’t see just how hurt he’s been by the absence of your affection.

~♡~

“So, how are things with you and the lady lately?” Sam asks, nudging Bucky’s shoulder with his own as the two men sit at the counter of the bar together.

“Really?” Bucky scoffs after swallowing his sip of beer.

“Yes, really,” Sam replies with a chuckle of his own. “If I don’t ask, you won’t tell me anythin’. I gotta know what’s going on in your life, man.”

“Okay,” Bucky chuckles again, then lets out a sigh. “I don’t know. Like I’ve told you before. I love her. I think she’s incredible. But if I’m being honest, recently I get the feeling she’s not really into me anymore.”

“What do you mean?” Sam asks, taking a swig of his drink. “She looked pretty comfy cozy in your lap at last month’s meeting," he teases.

“Well without giving up too many details…” Bucky rolls his eyes and winces as he struggles to word it tactfully, knowing just how embarrassed you would feel if you found out Bucky was telling Sam these details of your relationship. “She used just to be a lot more affectionate.”

“She always has been,” Sam agrees. “She’s such a sweet person.”

“I know. But she’s completely stopped. And without any apparent reason, too. Can’t remember the last time she even kissed me. I just… I don’t get it, Sam. What am I doing wrong?”

“Dude, I don’t know her like you do. But maybe just lay off for a little bit? Maybe it will prompt her to start things on her own if she wants them again.”

“Yeah,” Bucky nods slowly, thinking of just how difficult it will be if he decides to withhold his affection from you for a while if you don’t explicitly ask for it. “Yeah, that seems like it could work.”

But even though Bucky has accepted his advice, Sam notices as his friend’s demeanor changes. His already small smile starts to fade as the thought of you sitting at home alone while he’s out with a buddy crosses his mind, and something just tells him you’re not okay.

“Alright, Buck,” Sam sighs, waving down the bartender with one hand hand placing the other on his friend’s shoulder. “I can practically smell the smoke comin’ from your cyborg brain right now. Go,” he then nods his head at Bucky.

“But-”

“Go,” Sam insists with a smile. “Drinks are on me. I know you’re overthinking about your girl right now. Get home before your brain combusts.”

Bucky scoffs, amused at how well Sam knows him and thankful for the advice. He only hopes it will work, and that whatever tension there is between you two can be resolved.

He can’t stand not cuddling and kissing you like he used to.

~♡~

A knock comes at your front door just around eight, after you’ve already showered and changed into your pyjamas - ironically, it’s your boyfriend’s blue henley and a pair of his baggy grey sweats. You’d known Bucky was going out with Sam, so you expected to be alone for the rest of the night.

Toeing over the smooth panels of the wooden floor in your fuzzy socks, you leave your bedroom and head for the main door, nervous as to who may be there.

But an involuntary smile graces your lips when you open the door to your boyfriend, standing in the hallway with a beautiful bouquet of white roses in his hand and a box of your favorite chocolates in the other.

“Bucky,” you breathe, and even with things in his hands, he wraps his arms around your torso and brings you in for a delicate kiss.

“Hi, Sweets,” he greets after breaking away.

“What— uh, what are you doing here?” you stammer, suddenly becoming aware of how tightly you’re clinging to him and pulling back to put space between the two of you. “Thought you were out with Sam,” you say softly, stepping backwards to let him into your apartment, then turning around to head over to the living room.

“I… Well, I’d rather be with you,” he says, following after you. After a few steps, he catches up to you, and hands you the flowers and chocolates.

“What are these for?” you ask, accepting the gifts and admiring the roses with a small smile.

“Don’t need a reason to get my girl some flowers that are almost as pretty as her,” Bucky says, and you’d be swooning if you still weren’t so nervous about coming off as clingy.

Stepping over into the kitchen, you set the chocolate on the counter, then grab an empty vase to fill with water to place the flowers in. Bucky stands near you, watching as you fulfill the task, then setting the vase on your kitchen table, where all of Bucky’s flowers for you have gone.

Next, he grabs your hand as you bush past him to go back to the living room.

“Are you here to spend the night? Where’s Alpine?” you ask, dropping his hand as you sit down on the couch.

Bucky’s heart sinks and his smile falls. He thought you’d appreciate the little surprise, but now he’s convinced you’re just not into him anymore.

“I stopped to check on her right before coming to you. She’s good for the night if you want me to stay. Otherwise I— I can go back,” he says, hesitantly sitting down on the couch beside you.

“No, that’s okay,” you nod, relieved to hear that he’s here because he wants to be, and not because you’ve forced him to.

Silence falls over the room like a heavy, uncomfortable blanket. You’ve never felt this way being alone with Bucky before. You hate it. You want to snuggle up with him and have him hold you tight.

But you know that would be too annoying.

Too suffocating.

Those words echo in your head over and over again, until Bucky breaks the silence, pulling you from the spiral of your thoughts.

“Sweetheart,” Bucky mutters, reaching out to grab your hand. “Are you okay?”

“Mhm,” you smile and nod, pulling your hand from his, then scootch just a tad away from him.

“You’re just… You don’t seem like yourself lately. I’m worried, Sweets.”

“I’m fine, Buck,” you assure him, though he isn’t convinced.

“Okay,” he pauses generously before speaking up again. “Are we… okay?”

“Yeah,” you nod again, but Bucky finally builds up the courage to ask you directly what he wants.

“You’ve just been really distant lately. No more cuddles, hugs, kisses… no more movie nights or making dinner together. I’ve barely seen you this week, and I know you’re busy with Banner, but I miss you. I just… Are you… do you want to break up with me?” he asks, and your heart shatters into a million pieces.

“No, James,” you coo, finally reaching out to grab his hand again. “Not at all, Honey.”

“Then why haven’t you been as affectionate as you used to be?” he asks, voice shaking with nerves and heartbreak.

Another wave of silence washes over the room as you debate whether or not you’ll tell him the truth. You know you should, and against all the fear you’re feeling right now, you know it’s worth it to save your relationship with the sweetest man on the planet.

“I heard you talking to Sam, Bucky,” you say softly, removing your hand from his and casting your gaze to your lap.

“What, Sweets?” he asks with a small frown.

“I heard you talking… about me.”

Bucky doesn’t understand. When are you talking about? Did he accidentally butt dial you when he was with Sam tonight? Fuck technology, he thinks. What has he done?

“Tonight?” he asks nervously, but you shake your head. “Sweetheart, I’m lost. When are you talking about?” he asks, and you begin to dread having to explain to him what you overheard.

“In the kitchen. A few weeks ago. You said you needed a break,” you state, blinking to get rid of the tears that are blurring your eyes but instead one escapes, and rolls down your cheek, making your heartbreak evident to your boyfriend. “I heard you say I was too clingy. Annoying. Suffocating,” you wince as you speak the words that have been daggers in your heart since the moment you’d heard them.

Bucky’s jaw falls open and his face goes white as he watches you break down into sobs.

“Oh, (Y/n),” he sighs and shakes his head. “Oh my god. No no no,” he gathers you in his arms and kisses your head and cheeks and all over face.

“I never meant to be so clingy, Bucky. I’m sorry. They always told me I was too attached. I didn’t mean to bother you. I’m so sorry,” you sob into his chest.

“Sweetheart, no no no!” he quietly exclaims, pulling away from you and grabbing a tissue from the box in your coffee table to dry your stray tears. “I wasn’t talking about you!”

“You… you weren’t?” you ask shakily.

“No, sweet girl,” he assures you. “You could never be too clingy or too attached or too much anything. You’re perfect. I love your hugs and your cuddles and your kisses. I crave your cuddles when I’m gone away on missions. I wish I could bottle up your kisses and keep them in my pocket for whenever I need one. I love you, (Y/n),” he confesses, and your stomach floods with butterflies instead of sadness.

“I love you, too, Bucky,” you admit with a giggle through your tears, relief washing over you like a massive tidal wave.

“I’m so sorry you overheard that, and I’m so sorry you’ve been feeling that way for all these weeks,” he wraps his arms around you again, squeezing you tightly to him.

“It’s okay. I know I should have asked you sooner. I guess I just assumed the worst and I immediately shut down. I wanted to give you the space I thought you needed from me,” you whisper into the crook of his neck.

“I don’t need any space from you, Sweets,” he replies softly. “And I was most certainly not talking about you,” he reassures, then pulling away from you just enough to hold your eye contact.

“Who was it, then?” you ask hesitantly, though you know it’s not you.

“Alexis. That new recruit,” he begins, rolling his eyes, and you laugh at how annoyed he looks. “I was assigned to train her, but she’s got this weird thing for me. She gets way too close and touchy in training and continues with it even after training. I’ve asked her to stop, but she just hasn’t listened. I had to tell Sam about it; it was just getting too far,” he shakes his head.

“Oh, wow,” you frown, now feeling bad for Bucky as he’s had to deal with such unwanted contact with this recruit. “I’m sorry, Buck.”

“It’s not your fault, sweet girl,” he assures, leaning in to kiss you gently. “I just had to let Sam know. He’s gonna switch her out for someone else for me to train. Maybe even talk to Nat or someone who’s in charge of recruitment if it continues.”

“Good,” you nod and smile, eyes going wide in relief.

“Yeah,” Bucky also chuckles in relief. “I’m so glad we cleared this up."

"Me, too," you tell him. "I'm sorry for not telling you how I was feeling earlier. I feel like it would have avoided all of this."

"Probably," he laughs softly. "But I can't blame you for doing what you did. I can't imagine how you were feeling after hearing all that. I honestly didn't know what to do with myself when you started avoiding me, Sweets."

"Bucky, I'm so sorry," you give him a sad smile.

"No, I get it," he shakes his head and smiles, pulling you in closer, so much so that you're practically in his lap. "Now we just have a few weeks of cuddles to make up for, don't we?"

"Yes," you giggle as he feathers kisses to your neck and shoulders. "That we do."

"I love you so much, Sweetheart," he then whispers against your lips.

"I love you, too."

~♡~

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Bucky’s First taste

pairing: Bucky x Virgin!Girlfriend!Reader

summary: Bucky wants to go down on her for the first time but she’s worried, what if she tastes bad?? (fluffy smut) (soft!bucky) (requested by anon)

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“Bucky what if- what if I taste bad?Or what if you don’t like it” Y/n whispered watching Bucky place a soft kiss onto her softly shaven skin, teasing her second set of lips. “I genuinely couldn’t care less, all I care about is how you feel and I want to make you feel good, you deserve it butterfly” Bucky placed one spine shuddering kiss right onto her pussy lips, letting his tongue get its first taste of her sweet earthy goodness.

“Jus a sleepover butterfly, if you feel like you wanna go home at 3am? Fine by me” Bucky whispered holding his girlfriend’s sleepover bag in one hand, leading her into his bedroom for the first time in their 4 month relationship. Y/n shuffled in timidly behind him, all wrapped up in her furry winter coat and scarf, her cheeks still rosy from the snow outside.

“No I wanna sleepover, m’excited to sleep beside you tonight!” She smiled letting her man take off her coat and scarf for her, Bucky internally swooning looking at the woman all bundled up in his arms, her nightgown already on underneath her clothes; clearly she truly was excited to sleep over at his tonight.

“Right what side of the bed do you want gorgeous? Either way i’ll be wrapped around you” He laughed pulling back his cotton sheets, watching her ultimately plop down onto his usual side, her head nuzzling into his pillows almost immediately. “This smells like you Bucky, like a lot” She gasped practically smashing her face into the pillow, not even realising how he had slipped in behind her, his arm coming around her silk covered waist.

“Your t-tongue is so thick and- and wet” Y/n gasped throwing back her head, as Bucky’s arms clamped themselves around her thighs to keep her pussy right in front of his house, his mouth taking its sweet time to explore his woman.

“You taste so sweet butterfly, you been witholdin this from me?” He chuckled turning his head to kiss the inner side of her thighs, his tongue tracing the golden stretch marks littering her skin like treasure. God was he absolutely obsessed with her.

“Nuh uh! How am I supposed to know I taste good” She snarked back but was quickly interrupted by a moan of her own when Bucky let his tongue run through her folds from start to finish, gathering as much of her juices as he could onto her tongue. “Let me hold your hand pretty girl” He groaned against her mound, feeling her fingers intertwine with his while he found himself effectively making out with her pussy lovingly. Not an act of lust, but of love.

Wanting nothing more than to show the love of his life how much he appreciated and loved every single part of her.

“My pretty girl’s pussy tastes fuckin’ beautiful, you hear me butterfly? You’re fuckin’ gorgeous andI need you to hear it and feel it” Feeling her back arch of the bed a little, her squeals slowly increasing in volume, Bucky saw this as his sign to go even deeper; his tongue finding her warm wet hole and slowly fucking it lewdly. One of his hands free from hers found itself playing with her swollen nub of a clit, her other hand clasped tightly on his as her body writhed.

Pulling his mouth away, her creamy juices stringed from his mouth to her skin, her thighs rubbed raw from his beard, and her pussy visibly pulsing from the sheer amount of pleasure. She hadn’t even come yet. “Buck, I think i’m gonna cum soon” She whispered rubbing her thumb over his knuckles as she leant up to look at him, drool coming out of the corner of her lips, her hair dishevelled.

“I know you are butterfly, can feel her” He whispered kissing her pussy again, and that was all it took to send her over the edge. Her thighs immediately clamping around the sides of his head as his tongue frenched her folds with passion, his mouth constantly pushing more spit onto her slit to lube it up. The filthy wet sounds of his actions filling his dark bedroom.

“c’mere” He growled sitting up from her shaking form, pulling her forward by the neck into a soft fluttery kiss, completely different from how he absolutely devoured her minutes prior. Her swollen bitten lips plumped up against his wet ones, letting her taste herself in the most romantic way possible. “See? Don’t you taste sweet?”

“W-wait, you’re right”

———

PSA: Know this is very short but I really liked the request idea! Which I will put down below. This is also more fluffy than i’m used to but I gave it a go!!! 2 more exams and I’m finally able to get back to my old writing schedule so please bare with me :))

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[anonymityisfunwriter]

CONGRATS ON THE MILESTONE!!!!!!!

i’m so happy you’ve captured the audience you deserve with all the stories you’ve shared with us

you never let me down with anything. now, i don’t typically read sam wilson romantic fics (i love him platonically), but your midnight rain fic truly had my heart in pieces, i adored the way you wrote everything and the flash backs that tied it all together. solid 5 stars from me <3

now, as for a possible request / idea, i’m obsessed with a classic “who did this to you?” / “who did this” protective fic with bucky - or anyone really. romantic or platonic, it’s a favourite of mine and i’m sure that i’d love any way you wrote it – if you chose to write that, no pressure at all i just love you

an: i would gladly write anything for you. ily, bestie, and thank you so, so much 🥹

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Who Did This To You?

this made me think of irrationally overprotective bucky barnes. the one who threatens men that stare at you a little too long. the one who wouldn't have a single qualm about killing someone for hurting you, even if you're perfectly capable of taking care of yourself.

you’re not together. it doesn’t matter what anyone thinks, you’re really not.

you’re just close. sometimes, a little too close.

but you're not together. no, you're definitely not together.

so after a long, exhausting, disaster of a mission, you're not thrilled to be sitting in the medbay with your team mates not so gently suggesting that you need to tell bucky.

"he's going to be pissed," sam warns.

"occupational hazard," you grunt, holding the ice pack to your throbbing temple. "he's just going to have to deal."

"so you don't deny that he's gonna be pissed?"

you roll your eyes, "no one likes when their friends get hurt."

sam shrugs, "friends, bed buddies, a couple, same shit, different font."

you groan at him, hissing as you accidentally put a little too much pressure on your temple, "don't you have to go annoy anyone else?"

sam looks down at his watch and hums, "not until 4."

there isn't a warning when bucky bursts through the door, rage rolling off of him in waves. his darkened eyes flash over to you.

"you know, on second thought, i did have that other thing to go do, so, uh, bye!"

bucky's chest heaves for a reason that has nothing to do him running down here. he stalks over to you, making no attempt to hide his eye raking over you head to toe.

"buck..." you sigh.

he stands before you, and without a word, he grips your chin, angling it to the side to see the full injury.

you suck in a sharp breath, you've never seen him this upset. his nostrils flare as he breaks his silence. "who did this to you?"

"bucky," you admonish. it wasn't even that bad. you took the butt of a rifle to the temple, leaving a nasty bruise and knocking you out momentarily. thankfully, sam was there to assist. it looked much worse than it felt.

he grips the back of your neck, his breath coming out in pants, "i want a name. now."

you rest your hand against his chest. you can feel his heart hammering against his ribcage, "it’s fine. mission’s over. it’s done."

"fuck no," bucky growls. "someone gave my girl -"

"your girl?" you rasp.

one hand still gripping the back of your neck, bucky's other vibranium hand comes to lift your chin to meet his gaze. your shiver has nother to do with the cool metal. bucky's breath skates across your gaped lips, "no one touches what’s mine."

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[i3bucky]

Hi! Can I request top sorcerer male reader x bottom bucky barnes ( falcon and the winter soldier )

On their way to get help bucky has an idea of who can help them so he takes sam and zemo to readers house. Reader is happy to see bucky after a long time but also annoyed that he never tried to keep contact. Bucky tells reader they need help and reader seems annoyed that he only came to see him when he need something. Reader agrees but also gives bucky shit for it and tells them they can stay the night since it's already dark. Giving each their own room, bucky knocks on reader's door to catch up with him they end up chatting for a while but thier old feelings for each other start showing and they end up having sex. Then they clean up and sleep together holding each other.

Can it have praising ( bucky deserves to be praised) some light spanking, reader using some spells on him like making buck's clothes slowly come off by themselves and reader cumming inside bucky

Thanks :) can I also be 🐉 anon?

“long time no see?” — bottom!bucky barnes x male!reader

content warning! sub!bucky barnes, dom!male!reader, mentions of past relationships, slight angst (?), exhibitionism (?), prep, use of condoms, the reader is taller than bucky (slight mention), praise, mentions of punishment, feelings, l-bombs.

not proofread!

to say you hadn’t seen bucky barnes in a while would be an understatement, so to see him standing on your doorstep with two other men you didn’t know came as quite a shock.

“i’m sorry for the unexpected pop up, but we need your help.” he says, looking at you in earnest. you nodded, stepping aside to allow the med into your home.

“this is sam wilson and baron zemo. we ran into a little trouble and need to lay low for a while,” he mutters, standing awkwardly with the other two men in your living room.

“the first time i’ve seen you in years and it’s because you need something.” you sigh, crossing your arms and chuckling dryly to yourself. “yeah, yeah, i have some spare rooms. stay for as long as you need.” you nod.

bucky thanks you, and you could feel some of the tension in the room dissipate at your answer. bucky allows his eyes to linger on you for longer than they should’ve, an unreadable expression on his face while you show sam and zemo to their rooms.

you catch bucky’s eyes, letting a lopsided smile grace your lips. “im surpised you allowed us to stay,” bucky speaks up, breaking eye contact. you scoff, silently leading bucky back to your own room. “why wouldn’t i?” you asked. “letting three strangers into my home at two in the morning? yeah, why wouldn’t i?” you mutter, sarcasm dripping from your words.

bucky closes the door behind the two of you and leans against it. “‘m not a stranger..” he denies, a wry smile on his face. “what would you call it then?” you asked rhetorically. “everything was going so well for us, and then you just disappeared without a trace for three years, bucky.” you tell him, leaning against your dresser with your arms crossed as you stared him down.

“im sorry, okay? we just- it was scary.” he says finally, after a beat of silence. “the way you made me feel in such a short amount of time. im not used to that. ‘m not trying to excuse it, but i left because i was scared.” bucky utters, voice firm.

“scared of what, bucky? you’ve been completely absent for the last three years because you’re scared?” you asked, raising your voice. “being in love with you!” bucky gets louder, swallowing dryly after his words. “being in love with you was scary. it still is. i thought i could come here and see you after all that time, but i can’t.” he begins, taking a few steps towards you.

“i can’t look at you and pretend that im not still in love with you.” he says, quietly this time, voice soft and full of emotion. you closed the distance between the both of you, leaving only inches between the both of you. “then don’t. don’t pretend.” you murmur, before closing the small gap between the both of you.

your lips connect with his, and he smiles against you kissing back while your hands find his waist to pull him flush against you. “fuck, i’ve missed you,” he whispers against your lips, letting his hands roam.

you take a few steps back, and never does bucky detach himself from you. he shuffles into your lap, the cool metal of his hand brushing against your jaw.

you tug at his clothing, “you’re wearing too much,” you grit, pushing the leather jacket from his shoulders and helping him discard his shirt. he helps you do the same, moaning softly into your mouth as you palm him through his jeans.

he grinds against your hand, making an effort to raise his hips to slide his pants down. “now you’re wearing too much…” he whispers, tugging at your own shirt. you smile against his lips, moving one of your hands to the soft sheets underneath you to change positions.

bucky was under you, your body draped over his while you pulled down your pants and tugged off your shirt. “wait— wait, bucky,” you pant, smiling at the red blush across his face. “how far you you want to take this?” you ask, and bucky groans, head falling against your pillows. “i haven’t been touched by you in three years and you’re asking me— come over here and find out…” he grins, pulling you towards him once more. your lips connect to his once more, grinning at the way he needily pushed his hips into yours

you blindly reach over to your bedside table, pulling open the drawer to stumble and grab the lube and a condom. you help him tug off his underwear and pop the cap on the lube and rub a generous amount over your fingers.

“gotta prep you, make sure you can still take me,” you mutter, locking eyes with his and smirking to yourself. “always were a cocky- mmh,” his remark is cut short with his own whine of desperation. your finger found his rim, pushing past the ring of muscle with a single digit.

his face flushes with an even brighter red as he melts into the pillows. you add another digit and begin to scissor your fingers. the way you’re slowly tugging at is cock in tune with the pumps of your fingers has him panting into the cool air.

soon enough — and with another added finger — you determined he was stretched enough. bucky watched with lidded eyes as you rolled a condom onto your length. wanting to make it as comfortable as possible for him, you drizzled a little more lube onto your hand and spread it along his rim.

“you still okay?” you asked, checking in to make sure he was still okay. “m/n, i love you and your thoughtfulness but i would really like you to fuck me,” you mumbled bluntly. “ever the bold one, hm?” you ask, lining up with his rim and slowly pushing in.

“fuck..” he breathes, closing his eyes as you fill him up with every inch. you’re buried in him to the hilt, head dropping to his shoulder to breathe heavily for a moment. he shifts to kiss your neck, grinding his hips into yours as a signal that you could move.

you pull out, almost completely, and push in again. you gain a pace, pushing needy little moans from bucky with every push of your hips. you prop yourself up with your hands, watching as his face twists in a state of arousal.

“you gonna let ‘em hear, bucky? let ‘em all hear how you’re still mine?” you tease, reaching down to jerk his cock once more. “yes— fuck, yes,” he gasps, back arching and his moans increasing when you angle your hips just right.

“m/n, pleasepleaseplease-,” he begs softly, whining when you slow the pace of your hips to an excruciating drag, making sure to press into his prostate just right.

“what do you want, buck? ya’ gotta tell me,” you tease, taking pride in the way bucky falls apart under you. “harder, please- fuck, anything, i need to cum,” he moans, and he sounds so beautifully broken that it makes the arousal brewing in your stomach nearly boil over.

you move faster, the dirty squelch of the lube making everything that much more filthy. bucky nearly squeals at the sudden change in pace, cock twitching beneath your fingers.

“i’m so in love with y-you, oh god, ‘m gonna cum…” he rambles, chest heaving with his heavy breathing. his cocky twitches again and within moments his cum paints your hand. he clenched around you and makes you moan out, cursing under your breath as you cum seconds after and fill up the condom.

you pull out, not missing the tired whine that falls from his lips. “wow,” he breathes, smiling dazedly. “yeah, wow,” you snort, tying the condom and tossing it in your trash can. “wanna shower now or in the morning?” you ask him. “in the morning, i don’t think i have the energy for much else,” he answers, shifting in your bed.

“im in love with you too, bucky,” you tell him after a while, feeling his heartbeat against your side as he drifts away. he smiles, the feeling tickling your chest.

< i am horrible at ending fics, im so sorry >

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[scoonsalicious]

The thing abt this is, I’d like to hope that he couldn’t do it to pocket JUST so. But with him doing it twice, and keeping it a secret then fucking pocket after? (Disgusting, BTW) With talks of marriage and all? Sounds to me like he’s very scared of losing her because he DEFF knows he fucked up. I don’t care how much he says he loves pocket. Words are empty, especially from him. WHO BTW PROMISED NOT TO EVEN TALK TO THAT BITCH let alone fuck her. Unless he was under mind control or was drugged, no amount of insecurities and pain justifies him doing that to pocket. I cant believe him anymore when he says he loves pocket so much. Bc, do you do that to the person you very much love??? I’m sorry but NOTHING justifies what he did. What, has he have no sense of self control that he fucks anything with a hole when he’s feeling all sorts of emotion? Or has he have no self control that he finally gives in and fucks Jade? My point here is, if he consciously CHOSE, deliberately DECIDED TO FUCK HER? That’s the end of the story. No need for the whys and all else. You have free will, and you freely chose to put your dick in her cunt. I don’t care if you were so hurt. Pocket got hurt by him too, but he didn’t see pocket fuck anything with girth and length. He didn’t see pocket RESORT to Steve? Unless you were coerced or is in a life or death situation, you are a piece of shit for doing this. He doesn’t deserve pocket, he doesn’t deserve her love. He doesn’t deserve another chance anymore. Pocket deserves better than this bullshit of a boy. What he deserves is to suffer more than pocket. He deserves the pain double if not triple. I don’t care if his “conscience” is eating him, assuming he still has an ounce of it. He doesn’t deserve to die tho, he needs to live with his piece of shit of a decision. He can go be with Jade and live happily ever after with her since apparently, she gives him security and comfort, the fuck. They deserve each other. Truly vile and disgusting.

I hope jade did this with an intention of getting pregnant. And I hope she did! It would be a daily reminder for Bucky. (Tho I think it would be bad as it would also be a stab kn the heart for pocket)

And if ever Pocket is pregnant with Bucky’s? I’m not sure which one is better, for her to keep it and not let Bucky see or even be within the family he so talked abt. And to witness Pocket have her own family that’s not with him, or for pocket to terminate the child and tell Bucky that it’s disgusting and painful to think that a piece of him is inside her and would live in this world. I really don’t care if it’s harsh. He deserves every ounce of pain from this day on.

Also, I know you’ve been getting all sorts of anon asks and most of them are angry. Please remind yourself that all these are not for you. These are for Bucky and/or Jade. Try to not let them get into your head pls, we treasure u just as much as pocket.

It's so rough, because everyone is so rightfully mad at Bucky, and I totally get and support that, but at the same time, I'm like "But I love him, your honor!" Like, I know what's going through his head (cause I put those thoughts there, duh), and I want to scream "THIS IS WHAT HE IS THINKING WHEN HE DOES XYZ!" but I cannot, because that will spoil everything, lol. I just hope I've brought it to a satisfying enough conclusion for everyone.

[drabbles-mc]

Closeness

Hank Loza x F!Reader

Request by Anon: would like to request prompt "drawing circles on your lover's chest/listening to their heartbeat" from cuddling prompts list for Hank Loza (Prompts are from This List)

Warnings: all the fluff in the whole wide world

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: Tumblr says that this request came in a month ago but I don’t remember seeing in my inbox at all. Hank deserves all the love so here we are! Also, the two fics aren’t actually related at all in terms of plot, but in my head this takes place in the same universe as Come Through. Fun fact! Haha. Hope you enjoy! xo

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There was something about Hank’s house that was always calm, always peaceful. You knew that his life outside the walls of his house was usually anything but that, and yet somehow as soon as the door shut behind you, a sense of ease washed over you. No matter what you had been dealing with before you showed up, you felt all the stress and tension melting away when you got there.

His bike was in the driveway, so you knew that he was home. The house was silent, though. You quietly toed off your shoes before making your way deeper inside to look for him. Both the kitchen and the dining room were empty. Making your way down the fall towards his bedroom, you peeked in expecting to see him lying on the bed fast asleep. The bed was empty, though, and perfectly made. Your brows furrowed, making your way back towards the front of the house.

You pulled your phone out of your pocket, and you were just about to call him, when you heard a very loud snore coming from the living room. Chuckling quietly to yourself, you padded over and looked over the back of the couch. Sure enough, Hank was sprawled out on the couch, nearly taking up the entire length of the thing. One arm was slung across his chest, the other dangling off the side. Smiling to yourself, you fought the urge to snap a picture of the sight in front of you.

Leaning against the back of the couch, you watched him for a few more minutes before reaching down and interlocking your hand with his own. You gave his hand a light squeeze, wondering if it would be enough to wake him up. You tried your hardest to stifle your laughter when he squeezed your hand back but still didn’t open his eyes. A giggle slipped out, though, and that’s what stirred him from his slumber.

Slowly prying his eyes open, you could see it all over his face as he registered one thing at a time. His grip on your hand tightened slightly, a smile beginning to stretch across his face as he looked up at you.

“Hey,” his voice was deep, gravelly with sleep.

You smiled, laughing quietly, “Hey, sleepy head.”

“When’d you get here?”

You shook your head as he slowly maneuvered himself into a sitting position, “Just a couple minutes ago. Completely walked by you at first—if you didn’t snore, I don’t think I would’ve found you for a while.”

He chuckled, taking his hand out of yours to rub the sleep from his eyes, “Didn’t mean to fall asleep out here. Just happened.”

“What?” you hoisted yourself over the back of the couch so you landed on the sofa right next to him, a joking lilt to your voice as you spoke, “You been busy or something?”

He let out a tired laugh, “Yea, or something.”

“Did you eat already?”

He nodded, “Yea, you?”

You nodded as well, “Yea. Grabbed a late dinner with the girls when we got out of work.”

“Late?” he patted his pockets in search of his phone, “How late is it?”

You laughed, “Past dinnertime, for sure. How long have you been passed out for?”

Pulling his phone out of his pocket, he glanced at the time. Giving a slow shake of his head, he said, “Too long.”

“Hmm. Gonna be up for a while now?”

“Probably,” he stretched before running his hands back over his head.

“Wanna watch a movie?” you nodded towards the hall that led to his room, “Stay snuggled up in bed? It’s been a long week for both of us.”

His smile was impossibly soft as he nodded, “That sounds good.”

“Perfect,” you leaned in, giving him a quick peck on the lips before hopping back off the couch, “You’re in charge of picking the movie. I’ll make popcorn.”

He didn’t have to say anything in response as you got up and headed right over to the kitchen. It was heartwarming to see how easily you’d made yourself at home in his house. He always wondered if this was in the cards for him, was even starting to doubt the possibility of it, but then you came along. He watched as you reached up onto the shelf for the largest bowl you could find for the popcorn. He let himself linger for a moment before getting up and heading towards the bedroom, changing into a more comfortable pair of pants and foregoing his shirt completely before getting into bed to pick a movie.

It was only a couple minutes later when you appeared in the doorway, giant bowl of popcorn in your hands. Your smile was contagious as you made your way close to the bed. Handing off the bowl to Hank, you walked over to the dresser underneath the television. Stripping down out of the clothes you’d worn to work that day, you slipped into a pair of sleep shorts and grabbed an old, beat-up t-shirt of Hank’s to wear to bed.

Crawling onto the bed and getting underneath the covers next to him, it took you no time at all to cuddle right up next to him. You leaned against his side, soaking up the heat that was radiating off of his skin. the blanket was pulled up over his lap, bowl of popcorn resting where you could both easily reach it. You draped one arm over him as your head dropped against his chest. The movie played, and while you were half-paying attention to what was going on, on the screen, the other half of you was listening to the steady beat of his heart against your ear.

His arm slithered around your waist, pulling you closer to him, allowing you to toss one of your legs over one of his. He chuckled quietly at the comfort and closeness. Neither of you said anything as the movie continued to play.

The popcorn was long gone, the movie’s end credits beginning to roll, and you were still draped over Hank like a second blanket. Every now and then his hand would run up and down your back, leaving a wave of warmth in its wake.

Your eyes were shut, but you weren’t asleep yet. Still tuned into the sound of his heartbeat, your fingertips traced idly all across his chest. When your eyes had been open, you were tracing along the outlines of all his tattoos. The slightly ticklish sensation had caused him to flinch at first, but he quickly eased into it. There was something so gentle about the way your hands traveled across his skin, a type of softness that he was still learning to get used to.

“Hank?”

“Yea?” his voice was soft as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

“We should do this all the time.”

He chuckled, giving you a light squeeze, “Whenever you want.”

You let out a hum of approval, “Good,” you paused, “Hank?”

“Yea?” he drummed his fingers against the small of your back.

“I had no idea that you could snore that loud.”

He laughed, shaking his head as he pulled you completely on top of him as he laid flat on his back on the mattress, “You should hear you snore.”

Your eyes opened wide, a look of shock on your face, “I do not snore!”

He laughed, shaking his head at you, “Sorry, sweetheart, but you do.”

“You never said anything!”

He lovingly tucked your head back against his chest, and you could hear the smile in his voice, “Was just waiting for you to say something first.”

Your laugh was soft as you shook your head, already melting back into him, “I don’t believe you.”

He smiled, pressing a kiss to the edge of your forehead, “Whatever you say.”

That was the last thing that the two of you said for a while. Your eyes drifted back shut, your fingers taking back up their travels along the planes of his chest. His hand slipped back underneath the fabric of the shirt you were wearing, his hand splaying flat against your back to keep you pressed against him. You listened intently as his heartbeat began to slow down and even out, yours following suit. It was only a few minutes later that you were the one who was fast sleep with your arm draped across his chest. A laugh rumbled deep in Hank’s chest when he heard you start to snore. Shaking his head, he kissed the top of your head before shutting the lights and television off, letting his eyes shut as he began to fall back to sleep as well.

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[duckybarnes1917]

Your Eyes Outshine The Town...Chapter 19

Bucky Barnes x Black Female Reader

18+ ONLY

Summary: In the series finale, Bucky finds some solace in the arms of his sister...and starts to truly look forward to his future.

Warnings: EMOTIONS. Fade to black smut...but if this gets a lot of feedback maybe I will post a full smut for it.

AN: THANK YOU. This is the last chapter for this series 😭 I am so proud of this series and I really hope you all found joy in seeing Bucky get everything he ever deserved (even though I had to hurt him a bit along the way). Your feedback means everything to me, so please if you have read and enjoyed this series let me know with a comment, a reblog comment, an anon (or not) message! I'll take anything! Happy Holidays ❤

*Tumblr is not letting me add links to the prev or next chapters. Please see the masterlist pinned to my page for the rest of the story!*

You refilled your drink, glad that Bucky would be the one driving them tonight, and sat on a plum velvet couch between Deena and Betty. You all laughed as you watched the many great-grandchildren fight for a turn hanging from Bucky’s arm. They had all been obsessed with him ever since he stepped through the door. The various parents gave up trying to teach them manners several hours ago. But Bucky didn’t seem to be bothered by their questions in the slightest. So many ‘whys?’ Why do you have it? Why is it gold? Why is it cold? Why won’t my mom let you show us how strong it is? 

You couldn’t hide your smile, Bucky was going to make a great father someday. A day you were starting to hope would come sooner rather than later. As if he could sense your thoughts, Bucky smirked at you and sauntered over to the couch. He picked you up easily and spun you around so he was sitting in your spot and you were  in his lap.

“I thought you forgot about me over here,” you teased as you snuggled into the warmth of Bucky’s arms. 

“Of course not.” Bucky squeezed your waist. “Had to come make sure Betty wasn’t sharing anymore embarrassing stories.”

You shook your head. “Just the one about you almost getting arrested for indecent exposure.” 

Bucky rolled his eyes. “That makes it sound much worse than it was!” 

The women laughed, and you kissed Bucky’s reddening cheek. You stayed there in his lap, giggly and tipsy, until the shadows grew long and the room quiet.

**

Bucky squeezed your waist. The feeling of you, warm and soft, underneath his fingers reminded him to check the time. As much as he was dreading the drive home, he was looking forward to getting you in his bed. 

“James, let your dame go and help me to my room. I need to lie down.” 

Betty stood without waiting for Bucky to respond. He was quick to follow, offering her his elbow.

They were quiet as they made their way to her guest room, and Bucky helped her settle onto the bed. 

“Can I get you anything?” 

“Sit down,” Betty patted the edge of the bed. 

Bucky did what she asked, still feeling–well, he didn’t know how to feel. Overwhelmed didn’t begin to cover it.

“You know I’m still older than you, right? I don’t remember you being this bossy.” 

“James–”

Bucky looked up at her light blue eyes, and his joking demeanor dropped. “I missed you.” 

Betty opened her arms and Bucky fell into them without question. 

“I can’t believe you’ve been alive this whole time. I didn’t believe Connor when he told me. I didn’t think you’d actually show up. Thought he was crazy.” 

Bucky chuckled, holding her tighter. “I’m so sorry,” a wave of tears strangled his voice. 

“What in the world are you apologizing for?” Betty sounded exasperated, the same tone she used to use when Bucky didn’t play by her rules as a kid. 

He sat up and was surprised to find she had been crying too. Her voice certainly didn’t sound like it. 

“I–should have tried to find you.” 

Betty waved his words away. “Don’t be stupid. Now stop crying and tell me about the girl downstairs that looks at you like you hung the fucking moon.” 

“Language,” Bucky shook his head. It was so easy to slip into the big brother role again. “First, I brought you something.” Bucky gave her the blue velvet jewelry box and Betty gasped when she saw the diamond and emerald teddy bear pendant inside. 

“James–how much did you spend on this? What am I going to do with this? Wear it on my robe at the nursing home?” Betty snapped the box closed and tried to hand it back to him.

Bucky laughed and refused it. “Well, if I knew you had so much money,” Bucky waved his hands around the elegant room. “I would have spent more. I made you a promise. Remember?” 

Betty went quiet for a moment, opening the box again as more tears welled in her eyes. “That you’d bring me something pretty.” 

Bucky nodded and squeezed her frail hand. He tried not to let that affect him, not now. He couldn’t think about how much time he may or may not have left with her when he just got her back. 

Betty dried her eyes and motioned to the drawer next to her bed. “Give me the black box in there. I have something for you, too.” 

Bucky did as she said and let out his own gasp when she opened it for him. 

“It was mom’s, do you remember?” 

Bucky nodded quietly and took the box with his shaking hand. Her wedding ring. A thin band with intricate lace-like metalwork. A European-cut sapphire sparkled in the middle, surrounded by little white diamonds. 

“It was always meant for you and I was the only one crazy enough to save it this whole time. Becca was pissed when I refused to give it to Charles when he got married. It’s yours.”

“Betty–thank you.” Bucky didn’t know what else to say. He remembered rolling his eyes every time his mother expressed her excitement to see it on the hand of his wife someday. The fact that she never would was enough to make him crumble. With the ring tight in his grip, he laid on his sister’s lap and sobbed. He thought he had suffered the worst of his eternal pain, but this felt new. The wounds were so fresh he could feel every rip of his heart. 

“I know it wasn’t, Buck—I know.” 

Bucky hadn’t realized he had been talking—yelling, really, about how unfair his whole life had been. Betty held him as tight as she could, her hand rubbing circles on his back. 

“S—sorry-sorry—I can’t—” 

“Deep breaths, take your time.” 

Bucky nodded, still trying to stop the sobs that were now making him hyperventilate. Betty was patient, humming to him until he fell quiet, silent tears still streaming down his face. He sat up and looked at the ring in his hand. The conflicting emotions were exhausting him… his mother wouldn’t be here to see it, but Betty would be. Sam would be, and you—he could really have a normal life after all.  

“Is she worth it?” 

“You have no idea.” Bucky sniffled, wiping his red eyes. When he looked up, he smiled at the way Betty’s face had lit up. She was happy for him, proud, and that’s all he had hoped for. 

**

Bucky was not looking forward to the drive home. The day had been amazing but draining. As he said his last goodbyes and loaded the copious amounts of leftovers Deena insisted he take, Bucky kept his smile in place. But as soon as his car door shut, he let out a tired sigh. 

“You better not fall asleep on me,” he told you as he put the car in reverse. “You made me a promise. It’s the only thing that’s gonna get me through this drive.” 

“Actually,” you smiled mischievously, “I have a surprise.” 

Bucky raised a brow as he exited the driveway. “Is that so?” 

You nodded, quickly typing an address into the car’s gps. “Just follow the directions.” 

You gave him no other information, just sat back in your seat with that teasing smile on your lips. 

About an hour later, Bucky was pulling up in front of a cute white house in the suburbs. 

“Whose house is this?” Bucky sat on the brakes in front of the house. 

“Come on, pull into the driveway.” You nudged his arm, and Bucky did as you said. 

Before he could ask any other questions, You were out of the car and waving for him to follow. Bucky shook his head and let out a little huff, but quickly turned the car off and joined your side. 

“You gonna fill me in now?” Bucky asked nervously as you turned the handle on the front door. 

You opened the door and turned to face him. Bucky took a quick glance around the inside of the house before sending you a questioning look. 

“It’s ours for the night,” you beamed. “Go get the bags out of the car.” 

Excitement thrummed in Bucky’s veins, and normally he would ask a hundred questions, but tonight, he didn’t care. He ran back to the car and found the bags you had snuck in at some point. You were giggling as he jogged back to the front door with a big smile on his face. 

“Don’t move,” he huffed as he slipped past you and set the bags in the hall. He stepped back outside and lifted you into his arms, bridal style. “I don’t know how you did this, but I’m gonna ruin you, sweetheart.” 

“It’s just an Airbnb,” you giggled, running your hands through his hair as he carried you through the house. 

It was cute, but Bucky would have to appreciate that more in the morning—maybe while he was making you breakfast—fuck, why did that just make him hard? 

He pushed the bedroom door open and laid you on the large bed, immediately joining you. “You couldn’t wait until we got home, could you?” His fingers worked frantically to pull the zipper on your skirt down.

You scoffed but helped him pull your skirt and tights down your legs. “I didn’t want you driving all the way back tonight; it’s been a long day.” 

Bucky stopped and looked up at your face. A lump caught in his throat. He loved you so damn much he felt he might burst. 

“What’s wrong? We don’t have to if you’re tired, baby.” 

“Sweetheart, you have no idea how much I want to.” Bucky kissed the insides of your thighs. “But you’re about to.” 

“Fuck,” you mumbled, still running your fingers through his hair. 

“Now, lay back and let me relax.” 

You did as he said and Bucky pushed you to the head of the bed so he could lie on his stomach between your thighs. With the first taste, so uniquely you, he felt his muscles relax and his stress dissipate. 

**

Finally in bed, Bucky snuggled against your back, holding you as close as he could.  

“Thank you for doing this with me,” he whispered as he placed a kiss behind her your. “I couldn’t have done it without you.” 

“I’d do anything for you, Bucky.” 

Bucky’s chest burned pleasantly. “I love you. Get some sleep.” 

“Love you more,” you mumbled. 

Bucky held you tight until your breathing evened out, and he knew you were asleep. The ring, now safely tucked away in his backpack, was all he could think about. It wasn’t even a question of if he would do it. It was a question of when and how. He never thought he’d even get the chance, maybe in another life, but here and now? Suddenly, he felt like things were moving far too quickly in this new life of his. He never let himself want anything, because he never thought he would have anything. And now so much had been dropped right in his lap in a matter of months. He sat up and took a few calming breaths before he opened the little box again. The ring looked even more beautiful in the moonlight. He could already imagine it on your finger, the sapphire and diamonds sparkling against your skin; the smile he’d put on your face when he asked. How would he do it? How did people propose these days? He’d have to ask Sam for help, of course. Maybe he could do it in Louisiana. Would that be too soon? He’d already been stupid enough to ask you to have a baby with him–and it was definitely too soon for that. But you weren’t running away. He glanced over his shoulder. You had turned on your side, facing him, probably seeking his warmth. His dog tags still hung around your neck and you looked almost innocent as you slept so deeply. He briefly considered never sleeping again if he got to look at you like this every night. 

He snapped the box closed and hid it away. He’d ask Sam. Sam would know what to do. 

Don’t forget to reblog! 😉

*Tumblr is not letting me add links to the prev or next chapters. Please see the masterlist pinned to my page for the rest of the story!*

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[precious-little-scoundrel]

Is Bucky gonna ever get his jacket back from Acorn?

Do they ever “break up”?

Is she wearing it when they see each other for the first time?

Would Bucky’s mother approve of a Hollywood starlet as her son’s girlfriend/wife?

And who would you say is the clingy one - him or her?

This is cheating because I am asking for stuff you haven’t posted but I’m in love with your story!!! 😭 I’m a Callum girly here and I’m happy to have found your blog. I’m also the anon who sent in the relationship asks if you remember haha

Why of course I remember you, doll, hello again! 💋 Thank you for loving it so much and willingly expressing it, I appreciate that enormously and I’m so happy to have won over a Cal girlie, y’all are the bestest and I’m happy to have joined ranks.

A few of these things I’m gonna be less clear about as, yes you little stinker -they’re spoilers. However:

Do they ever breakup: NOPE. I don’t have it in me to make angst for them beyond what’s fairly to be expected considering their histories. Does he occasionally end up crashing on a friends couch? Maybe, but it’s no lasting or even intense falling out. They’re both a bit spirited, that’s all.

Who’s The Clingy One? -Julie Jean, but he’s the heavy petting one sooo

Would Mama Egan Approve: maybe not initially thrilled, but she knows the sorta son she has, he won’t ever find someone who deserves him and yet she also knows he’s not coming back to her with some run of the mill sweetie, she was braced. Turns out Julie is precious, humble and warm hearted, delighted by “normality” and her prospects of being a wife she naturally wins over Mrs. Egan and Bucky’s hometown friends over.

#💌asks

[wint3r-h3art]

Linda’s Summer Party

Hi all! I can’t believe it has been a year that I joined Tumblr and started writing! Tons of writings and meeting with amazing people later, here we are!

I didn’t know what to do for this event, and since I hit quite a milestone with 2k+ followers later, I thought it’s be best if I combined the two together!

The event will start today, 5th and run till the end of August.

I set up a few fun things, so feel free to start sending anything in!

This is 18+ Only. MINORS DNI!!

🍹Cocktails Hour🍹

Aperol Spritz: Cast your mutuals as…

Mojito: Fuck, Marry, One-night stand

Margarita: Rate your fav: send in your fav and I’ll rate them according to my taste

Yikes, I Don’t See The Appeal || Not My Type || He’s Alright || I See The Appeal But I’m Different™ || Cute But On Alternating Wednesdays || He Has A Kind Face And That’s Good Enough || Pretty || Gorgeous || I— I Love? We Don’t Deserve Him.

Paloma : send in your descriptions along with your fandoms (MCU, DC, Star Wars) and I’ll match you with a character from that fandom.

Sangria: I give you a snippet of a WIP I’ve been working on

Gin & Tonic: (writer mutuals only!) send me your fic, and I’ll write my review on it!

Rose: send me your thots on any characters and see if I can expand on it! (Can be a small Drabble!)

Whiskey & Ginger: confess something to me (on anon if you want) and I’ll see what your f/o of your choice reacts

Vodka & Soda: send me a fic title and see what I can come up with for summary/scenarios!

🌻Hors D’oevre🌻

Charcuterie board: send me a movie & your f/o, and I’ll write a small synopsis about that

Bruschetta & Crostini: mutual only! Ask me who I ship you with!

Veggie & Hummus: let’s get personal & ask me anything!

MCU F/O: Stephen Strange, Shang-Chi | Shangqi, Moonboys: Marc Spector, Steven Grant, & Jake Lockely, Steve Rogers, Thor Odinson, Sam Wilson, Scott Lange, Bucky Barnes, Loki, Pietro Maximoff (AOU), TASM!Peter Parker, Frank Castle, Matt Murdock,M’Baku

DC F/O: Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Arthur Curry, Clark Kent

Star Wars F/O: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker, Ben Solo, Poe Dameron, Finn, Din Djarin

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[tweedlydumbtweedlydoo]

Rum & Splash of Eggnog | Bucky Barnes x reader

Seasonal Prompt List + Send one in with any one on THIS list :)

Requested by: anon 

Prompts: (bolded)      

11. “Woah there… have a little eggnog with your rum.”

a/n: Hope you enjoy your well deserved Booze & Bucky! x Thanks for requesting 

**MASTERLIST**

Requests: {OPEN} CLOSED

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Finally, it was here. Christmas break! These last two weeks before Christmas break have been absolute hell and absolute chaos. Being a middle school teacher, it was hard enough keeping the kids attention to learn but when the kids return from Thanksgiving break and Christmas nears? It’s hopeless. The students minds were on Christmas break and hyped up like the energizer bunny. It was exhausting and you felt like you were dragging yourself day after day. 

You threw open the door of your shared apartment, practically dragging your feet through the door. It felt like you’d been thrown through the ringer half a million times. 

“please tell me-” You start as you walk through the apartment toward the kitchen. There he stood, your love. your best friend and the man of your dreams. He started with an R and ended with an M. Oh and there was Bucky, two empty glasses with ice already in his hand. 

“Have I said how much I love you?” You dropped your bags and coat in the middle of the kitchen, kicking your shoes off without a care in the world. You’d worry about picking it up later. Right now, you deserved a drink. 

He chuckles, “me or the rum?” he asks jokingly, setting the glasses down on the island in front of you as you plopped down in the stool. “And there’s eggnog in the fridge to go along with it.” 

You don’t even hear him, twisting open the bottle of rum and pouring you a glass. 

Bucky turns around with the carton of eggnog in his hand, his eyes going wide as he watches you down the glass of pure rum. “Woah there… have a little eggnog with your rum.”

If looks could kill. Bucky immediately closes his mouth. Abort mission, Bucky, abort mission. He fixes him a glass of eggnog and rum, as you pour yourself another, however this time you do add the eggnog. 

You take a deep breath, shoulders sagging in exhaustion. Bucky rounds the kitchen island toward you, rubbing your back. You groan as his hand puts more pressure, kneading out the knots.

“I’ve also planned your favorite for dinner tonight. Along with a bucket of chocolate chip cookie dough, your favorite christmas movies and even picked up those matching christmas pjs you begged me to buy.” Bucky says with a kiss to your temple, “and I have a hot bath with candles and your favorite bubble bath already ran.” 

You lean into his side, “I don’t deserve you.” This Christmas break was going to be the best one yet. 

comments, likes & reblogs greatly appreciated xx 

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[smertzimy]

How to care for your Buckies, a beginner’s guide by Samuel T. Wilson:

Make sure your Bucky gets plenty of food. Buckies have a high metabolism. Even without the decades of torture, he grew up during the Great Depression and deserves to know what proper seasoning and cooking tastes like.

Say yes to cat sitting Alpine. You will regret it. You will also do it anytime Bucky asks.

Attending court mandated couple’s therapy is a great way to start off your friendship with your Bucky. Possibly shove your knee into his crotch to make it extra platonic, especially while you’re staring into his eyes.

Keep your Bucky at his preferred temperature, as they are often very temperature sensitive. Be sure to get the individual settings from your Bucky.

Be gay, do crime, like breaking into Baskin Robbins and stealing ice cream ( even if you leave money on the counter before you leave and lock up )

If you do ride on his bike, don’t scream your head off. Also, never let your Bucky drive a car unless you definitely want to be screaming your head off.

Give your Bucky love, patience, and understanding, even when he’s doing criminally insane ( literally ) levels of ‘what in the fresh fuck is happening?’ Buckies have been through a lot and deserve ample compassion.

You can never give too many hugs to your Bucky—once he is comfortable enough to trust and receive them from you.

Try your best to keep your cool when he wants to walk you through a hypothetical ( no matter how much you feel like you are going crazy ).

Love him: deeply and relentlessly. Always have his back whether the battlefield is in his own mind or dealing with the aftermath of breaking a goddamn terrorist out of prison.

ON ANON SEND “HOW TO CARE FOR.” INSTRUCTIONS FOR MY MUSE.

"Everyone knows you platonically shove your knee into your co-workers crotch is a great way to start a friendship...... Friends with benefits that is. I mean what? I have no idea what that is i'm old."

#I fucking love this #all of it is true #v; stars and stripes

[incorrectmarvelquotesss]

how would bucky react if you were feeling insecure?

A/N: Just finished class so here ya go anon 😉 another headcanon

Warnings: strong language, insecure!reader, fluff, angst

He wouldn’t notice at first

You had been distancing and he thought it might’ve been because you were stressed

You just finished establishing your business and it was booming

He was so proud of you but he didn’t say anything

Not yet

He was planning a party for you with all his friends and your family

So he didn’t know what you were going through

He only noticed it the day before the party

He was buzzing with excitement, typing away on his phone to remind everyone to come and checking off his list

He looked up at you, sitting on the other end of the couch when you didn’t look up from your laptop

“Baby?”

You weren’t typing and neither were you scrolling

Your hands were hovering over the keyboard

“Baby?”

“Hm?”

Your eyes flickered up to him

“Get up. We’re going eating out, remember? At your favourite?”

“Could we cancel?”

Bucky was immediately by your side, knowing you would never say no to your favourite restaurant

He was beyond concerned

He held his hand at your back and rubbed gently, trying to coax out whatever it was

“What’s wrong, baby?”

That’s when the dams broke

You started crying and Bucky started to freak out

His hands were practically useless after he placed the laptop on the coffee table

Then he hugged you

“I’m right here, baby.”

“It’s okay, Y/N.”

“Let it out and then tell me what’s wrong, baby.”

After a few minutes, you stopped crying and pulled away to wipe at your eyes

He passed you a few tissues to wipe your nose

“Wanna tell me what I did?”

He held your hands and you almost broke down again

“I don’t deserve this Bucky. You don’t need me here. You can have someone else so much better. Someone who doesn’t look like me.”

“No.”

There’s a tone in his voice that means you shouldn’t argue with him and it sends a shiver through your spine

“You’re the only one I want, Y/N, and there’s nothing in the world that could change the way I love you.”

You blinked back the tears and shook your head

“Baby, I mean it. There’s no one else in the universe I rather have than you.”

It takes a bit more but you start to believe him

“Why’d you think that, huh, baby?”

You’re a bit scared to tell him why

It’s not fear for yourself or for him

It’s for the person who made you feel like this

“John.”

Bucky clenched his jaw and took deep breaths

Sam and Bucky hate John Walker and, quite frankly, you did too

“I’m gonna kill him.”

“Bucky, no.”

“Bucky, yes.”

“Bucky!”

“Fine… not yet.”

“BUCKY!”

“Okay, okay. But he shouldn’t have said that shit to you. It’s not true and neither is gonna ever be. I can swear it to you.”

He could do that

If the ring he bought a few days ago meant anything

He could swear to you he was planning on making you an honest woman

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[evansbby]

omg– that poyt drabble i– chef’s kisses all over 🥹!

i don’t think my heart could be in any tighter chokehold than steve being all sweet on omega in one hand and just such an asshole the next second 😭 but hey, if daddy is proud of us for working so hard planning our first halloween party it’s gotta be worth it, right?

but now, i’m thinking into all the what-ifs for that party… what WOULD have bucky done if he got omega into his room? mayhaps he either a) fucked her, b) comforted her, or c) both?? i’d like to think that it really could’ve been a one-night thing where bucky would’ve had omega all to himself and keep it a secret out of respect to his friendship with steve, but then again, maybe he wouldn’t have given any fucks and continued to take omega away from him 👀

anyways, poor jake 🥺 he’s just an alpha that needs to be loved on real bad! i was really rooting for omega and him to at least play one of the halloween games together given that he was just so lonely and omega really put her all into that party… i’m starting a petition fo extend poyt universe and give jake his own omega! it’s what he deserves 😤

also not steve jr being a little prisoner just to be called a pervert 💀 hey, pot and kettle i guess? apple doesn’t fall far from the tree if yunno what i mean 🙃

i really feel for omega here, but it’s okay! she’ll have plenty of halloween parties to plan once steve gives her all his pups and they’ll be having tons of family halloween parties of their own <3

- 🫶🏼 anon

aaaahhhh thank you so much for this feedback!!! love you😌🫶🏼

AND I think Bucky would’ve just done some inappropriate things to her😨 maybe fucked her, maybe just touched her— depends on how brave he was feeling at the moment!! I doubt he would’ve comforted her tho, I mean he’s the one who killed steve junior after all 😭😭

Aww, a story about Jake finding his own omega would be so cute!! Jake tries to fit in with Steve and the other alphas but they’re sooo mean to him and always pick on him, and although he likes being on the football team, he’d much rather be at home playing video games bc of how awful his teammates are to him😩 ugh, what a missed opportunity bestie, I really should’ve written Jake and omega playing one of the party games together bc he would’ve indulged her😌🫶🏼 I mean, he would’ve straight up DIED right after when Steve saw them together but yeah

#also omg omega planning childrens halloween parties for her babies and their school friends??? so cute!! #anon #🫶🏼 anon #poyt ask

[mylevisdontfitanymore]

I have finally built up the courage to come off anon and tell you how much I love everything you post! I have sent in a few requests for chubby!bucky musings before (most recent was curvy Bucky with sugar daddy Steve, I think) and every time you respond my heart jumps with joy.

I have been noticing you’ve been reblogging some sambucky stuff! I am a sambucky fanatic and would LOVE to hear your thoughts on some stuffing content for them. Either chubby Bucky or Sam. I just feel like the taunting and teasing would be off the charts, given their dynamic.

Once again thank you for the content you make!!!

Oh, wow! Thanks for joining me on the dark side and coming off anon 😂 PLUS thank you for the asks in the past as well as this one, blogs are super hard to run without interaction from the people viewing them (but I totally get why most people don’t, the stuff on my blog aren’t super accepted/”normal” things to be into). I’m happy you enjoy my responses to those asks as well, that’s always a plus lmao

And yeah! There’s not a ton of sambucky belly kink stuff out there, not that I’ve found so whenever I do come across it, it’s wonderful! But with that being said, whenever I see a sam-ship (whether it’s sambucky or samsteve (since those are the two more popular sam ships)) it’s always chubby Bucky or chubby Steve so, just to add a new version into the little community we have…

Have some chubby Sam, he deserves some love too:

Unbeta'd waffling about established sambucky (hinting at sambuckysteve). Warning for belly kink, weight gain, stuffing, etc.

Sam is not just all about whatever calories he can get his hands on- he is specific with what he shoves into his swelling body. Of course, every once and a while, fast food can hit the spot, but usually, what’s the point? It’s just grease and salt. Sam wants more. He wants complex flavors that hit all of your tongue and keeps you coming back for more and more and more because you don’t ever get tired of the taste, hardly realizing just how much he’s consumed…

And maybe that craving for better food (Bucky always teases him for having an expensive pallet) starts when he’s searching for Bucky on the run with Steve or even before when he’s just pals with Steve and he’s trying to show Steve the modern wonders of non-boiled, non-rationed, or non-depression-scarce food. Developing a habit of taking Steve out (on “non-dates”) to nice restaurants or sharing his family’s home cooking with him when Sam comes back up from Louisiana. Reminding himself as well as Steve how good indulgence is. But either way, if Sam’s appreciation for good *ahem* expensive food happened with Steve or before- Sam likes good food.

To the point that he thinks, half-seriously, about becoming a food critic just for an excuse to eat like a goddamn King more often. And now that Steve’s retired, just hanging out with his found family, and Sam has the shield… Captain America’s seal of approval has to be worth something, right? Especially if he’s going to black-owned restaurants and supporting them that way. Captain America is black now, so America is gonna have to get comfortable with it as well as learn a little bit about black culture and black food culture. No way around it. It’s going to happen.

Anyway-

Being with Bucky exacerbates Sam’s taste for more.

You see, Bucky’s even worse than Steve was when he came out of the ice in that Bucky doesn’t remember a whole lot about food on top of having missed out on a century’s worth of food. He doesn’t remember what he grew up eating, so Steve reminds him and suggests that either he and Bucky make it together (which really means Steve stands in the kitchen while Bucky makes it since Steve can literally burn water) or Bucky try making it himself, following a “vintage” recipe not any of the bullshit “classic Americana” meals that some old diners around have. Because they’re always inaccurate and gross. And once the meals are made, Sam always has to try the food too which, is impressively flavorless most of the time considering the full-fat milk, unashamed amounts of sugar, and heaps of butter that go into everything from back then: no low-carb, low-fat, not-real-sugar replacements like they have now, thank you, no thank you modern diet culture. Yet, those flavorless calories still stick to Sam’s ribs. And the calories that do taste good (mostly the desserts from the 20s/30s/40s), well, Bucky doesn’t have a sweet tooth, so they all end up being given to Sam after a bite or two. But all of that extra food is just food for getting Bucky to remember. The additional, much wider gamut of new foods he’s never had before has an unimaginable effect on Sam’s body as well. Because, of course, he’s tagging along for the ride or leading the charge on the introduction of new foods. He has to be a supportive boyfriend (and he has to stuff his face 🤭)

Any of Sam’s past Drill Sargents or Commanding Officers from his days in the Air Force would faint, seeing his lean abs and built, brick-hard pecs covered by a soft, jiggly layer of fat. Enough fat to press your fingers into when searching for where all that muscle is buried. And they’d turn bright red with anger (not red with arousal or fluster like Bucky (and sometimes Steve when he can see him stealing a glance)) at his already thick waist and big legs getting thicker and bigger. He’s letting himself go to waste! Getting soft! He better kick himself in the ass and get into shape or ship out ‘cause a fat soldier is a damn useless soldier! He can almost hear their voices in his head, echoing from a different time. At the current time, it only makes Sam smirk and wolf down another mouthful (even though he’s already sweating and panting with the mass of flavorful, indulgent food rounding out into a heavy, dark, and taut dome that sits proudly in his lap, spilling out of his shirts and jeans).

Sam has been piling on weight since before he met Bucky, Bucky since meeting Bucky he’s had to replace his full wardrobe again and again as well as having to go through several “redesigned” (re: sized up) iterations of the Falcon uniform. And then a few redesigns of the Captain America uniform too as his belly swells, his hips and thighs widen, his ass becomes a damn shelf, his shoulders and arms puff up, his pecs turn to soft moobs, and his chin begins hinting at a twin in a way that cannot be hidden with his goatee (fuck he wishes he could grow a beard like Steve and Bucky).

However, Sam doesn’t want to get so fat that he can’t remain Captain America for as long as he can be Captain America (since he isn’t an ageless super-soldier) but he does take full advantage of his larger, heavier body while still holding the title. It actually comes in handy, contrary to what he thought and what society taught him about being overweight. Under all his fat he’s got a shit ton of muscle- it’s like he’s constantly in a dirty bulk, adding more muscle with more fat. And it’s had good effects on his general strength plus the specific ability to hold down villains, watching them squirm under his hands in the same way that Steve and Bucky get to, using their super strength. (Bucky keeps teasing Sam about his super fat, which doesn’t make Sam’s dick hard, nope, not at all.) Additionally, the new strength and sheer mass behind his shield throws mean that every time he does use the shield it’s something to be terrified of. More than usual. It’s great. So far the only downside is that his speed isn’t better - it’s worse - but what the hell else is his wingsuit for other than not having to run? Besides, when he really does run, it’s a bit like being a human tank… or an NFL linebacker. Similar things. Big and heavy and crashing through anything and anyone that gets in his way.

But also-! All that’s not even to mention the plus side of now when he does run for training purposes or is unable to use his wingsuit out in the field, Bucky drools over him; getting so, so distracted by the heavy jiggle of his round belly, tits, and ass. Eyes dark and heavy, watching his every move.

Staying Captain America and wanting to gain weight means that when on black-out protocol (days where unless the world is literally crumbling down around them, Sam won’t be called out into the fight, it’s his fucking day off) Sam spends the entire time not just eating his fill at meals of rich, indulgent food but pushing it. He eats and snacks until he can’t move and can feel the pressure of his skin pulled so fucking tight that he’s going to have new stretch marks within the hour. The deep, dark brown marks stand out like inverse lightning bolts on his lighter brown skin; Bucky buys a truly ridiculous amount of cocoa butter, demanding he is allowed to rub it on him once he spots the marks forming. But Sam denies him to tease him in the same way on his black-out days, he eats and eats until he’s about to pop before letting Bucky touch him. Sam won’t let him help with the butter until Bucky has inched his way forward without noticing, breathing down his neck, hands half outstretched, watching Sam so so intensely. Eyes following every little movement of his hands as they spread the butter over his inflated belly and love handles. Sometimes even over his pecs and thighs, when Sam feels like teasing extra, moaning about how his skin feels tight everywhere, he must’ve put on another ten pounds, don’t you think, Buck? He does it until he can practically see smoke coming out of Bucky’s ears, face red, mouth open, wet and swollen from licking and biting his lips. Then he chuckles and invites him, “okay okay, you can-” he breaks off from his words with a drawn-out moan, loving the feeling of Bucky’s hands finally on his packed, stuffed, entirely full gut.

And it’s then that Bucky gets his own fun in, finally allowed to touch and finally allowed to have the upper hand over Sam. He touches- he rubs Sam and words drip out of his mouth, once more showing Sam a piece of that man from before the war that Steve speaks of reverently- “he coulda convinced anyone to do anythin’, all charm, and honey drippin’ out of smirking mouth. Always had a string of gals on his arm an’ not one of ‘em was ever jealous. It wasn’t cheatin’, they were all just pleased as punch to have some of his attention.”

Bucky teases:

“I don’t think you’d ever get off the ground like this, babydoll,” Bucky jiggles his huge tummy so Sam knows exactly what he means by like this. “You’re too heavy. More city pigeon than falcon nowadays, don’t’cha think? Had too many bread crumbs, bloating you up big an’ full…”

“I know you can’t move, sweetheart, but I think you should,” Bucky purrs, “I think you should try’ta put on your suit, see how many seams you break trying to pour yourself into it. Jiggling up and down as you wiggle your way into, too fuckin’ tight over your fat thighs and ass and round, huge gut.” Sam moans with his head thrown back. “I wanna see you in that, Sam, a size four sausage stuffed into a size one casing.” Sam feels his arousal spike hard. “Plus, I wanna see Stark’s face when he’s gotta fix it again. Mouth open, turning red ‘cause he’s mad at you, mad that he has to fix it again all while knowin’ you’ll be breakin’ it soon enough ‘cause you’ve got a growin’ problem.”

“So greedy, huh? Can’t get enough food so you pack yourself full enough to pop. Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, you’re gonna get so big that’I can’t even lift you up and take you to bed.” Sam’s toes curl at the idea, too big for a super soldier to lift. (Maybe he could get so big that it’d take two super soldiers 👀)

“Can you imagine if you were a pet bird, Sammy? You’d be the biggest, fattest, most spoiled bird anybody had ever seen. A cat’s goddamn wet dream- big and juicy.” That idea sparks the image of the cat that got the canary in his mind, which shouldn’t turn him on, a cat with a massive, wobbling tummy, overfed and satisfied but… here he is. More and more he's learning that a lot of things that probably shouldn’t turn him on, do, in fact, turn him on. “Shit, doll, I think if you were a pet bird you’d’ve grown outta your fuckin’ cage. Too big and fat. Just look at you-” Bucky smooths a hand down the roundest part of his stomach. He’s so full that all Sam can do is lazily look down, feeling his chin double (or triple?) and groan. He is exactly as big as Bucky is accusing him of being. Jesus. “There ain’t no way you’d fit in a little birdcage. You’re too big. Not that a cage would be useful at this point, you wouldn’t be able to escape, can’t fly fuckin’ anywhere when you’re stuffed like a thanksgiving turkey.”

One last bonus thought-

Bucky really, really fucking likes Sam on top of him, whether he’s riding him or just sitting there, Bucky can’t get enough of his heavy, solid weight. Always squirming, biting his lip, and rubbing his mismatched hands over Sam’s belly, love handles, thighs, and ass. Anywhere he can reach. He rubs, he smacks, and he pinches; he worships Sam. Never happier than when he’s crushed under his huge ass and thighs or with his face smashed up against Sam’s doughy, comically round, and uncontrollable belly.

Just… ❤️ Chubby Sam ❤️

Thank you for the excuse to write this, Kenna!

#ask #mylevisdontfitanymore #writerkenna #stuffing #text #belly kink #weight gain #bucky barnes #sam wilson #steve rogers #sambucky #sambuckysteve #chubby sam

[scottxlogan]

A final note :)

A message for the anon (you know who you are)

To the anon who has been reaching out to me, I’m going to make one last appeal to you here. I understand that you must be coping with something very hard in your personal life. I get that and if you are being bullied in school, my heart truly goes out to you, but I would just like to ask kindly that what you’re doing (and you know what you are doing right now), can you just stop and find a new hobby? I realize that I’m someone who does talk to you, who acknowledges and validates your existence and I really do wish others would offer you that kind of positive validation as well. If you want to talk to me like a real person and discuss things that are bothering you that don’t pertain to your dislike for Tony Stark, I would gladly hear you out as long as you refrain from the hateful attacks. 

I understand through your various anon messages that you don’t like me. That my writing bothers you, which hey, I get it. Not everything is something that everyone enjoys. Please if my works upset you, do not read them. I ask that you just skip over them and find someone who writes something that pleases you. There are so many wonderful fictions/arts out there that I’m sure there has to be an artist that you look up to, who does make you happy, who inspires you to be something more and I would suggest that the energy you take into telling me how much you dislike/hate me/wish I would die that you would tell them how much you love what they do in the fandom world. If you could take the clear hatred you have for me and apply it to something positive to someone who makes you happy, then please do just that. It would be so much better for you all around in exploring good things with someone who makes you feel good about yourself. We do not know each other as I’m certain we’ve never been in the same fan circles with each other. I’m not sure what it is about me that makes you interested in my thoughts, my writings, my responses, but I do encourage you to find someone who makes you feel better about yourself. In the grand scheme of things I’m not anyone who holds any power over what you do like. I promise you that I am not the reason that your ship was headed to a split in the films. Trust me if I could’ve made Steve stick around to be with Bucky, then I would’ve gladly wished for it to happen just because it leaves such a bad message about someone who has endured so much trauma, but that’s neither here nor there. My point in all of this is that I’m making one last appeal for you to stop doing what you are doing because it is hurtful, destructive and honestly exhausting. I’m not going to call you out directly on what you’re currently doing, but you know. I’ve ignored it for a while, but really it’s getting exhausting and I hope that you find something better to do with your time. Like I said before if you want to talk about stuff outside of fandom, I’d be more than happy to toss aside all the drama that has happened between us and listen to you, to hear what you have to say on a more human level. If you’re hurting, I’m truly sorry that you’re experiencing the pain that you have, but please let’s put an end to this war you’ve waged against me. I’m not someone who makes a difference in the fandom world on the level that you think I do. My stories are here, but they don’t dictate what happens beyond my own little circle. I do hope whatever happens that you find your joy somehow. You deserve to be happy just like I do and everyone else does.

Please, if I bother you by existing as much as you’ve stated I do, then block me and don’t seek out my works on AO3 or on here because the last thing I want is to cause anyone any unnecessary distress. However, I’m not going to stop existing just because you don’t like something I’ve created. I wish you well and hope life improves for you!

#anon #my special anon #a final message #be kind to others #i wish you well

[luna-rainbow]

Fix it idea. Both Sam and Bucky were skrulls at the end of End Game and both are being held captive somewhere. In TFATWS, Sam was totally onto that skrull, that's why he was so hostile towards Bucky, but he played along to try to figure out what was going on. The poor skrull also got all of Bucky's memories including those of being tortured. Bucky and Steve are currently trying to find a way to escape and Sam, after getting information out of the skrull, is coming up with a plan (with whatever characters you want) to save them and all other skrull captives.

I'm assuming you meant Steve and Bucky were skrulls? Because anon you've read my drafts mind! I've actually got a shitpost sitting in my drafts about post-EG!Bucky being a skrull. Mine is a happier scenario than yours — I think what I wanted was to preserve Steve’s choice in handing over the shield to Sam. My draft was Bucky shrunken to a mini size with Scott’s tech and going back in time in Steve’s pocket. They then go and fish Steve out of the ice, and past!Steve is all 🥺 Bucky??? And future!Steve goes 🖐 no this is my Bucky, we’re now going to find yours. They then go rescue past!Bucky from Hydra and screw the sacred timeline because what do you mean the sacred timeline has to have Bucky being tortured, who decides that?? They then go off to have their deserved retirement while leaving the world in their past selves’ hands. And if TVA attempts to prune this timeline there will be a Steve out there in the multiverse who will cotton on and put an end to them because they are by far the biggest bullies who have ended gazillions of lives on some weird plot mumbo jumbo. The skrulls in this scenario would be allies, much like they kinda were in Cap Marvel (dunno maybe I remembered it wrong), who take on Bucky’s role of easing Sam into the Cap mantle except he really sucks at his job, but it also allows episode 6 to make sense with Sam letting him into the family because Sam realises he’s not a terrible guy.

But what I love about your idea is that it gives Sam a big proactive role and it also allows for a very plotty story. Just a quick read of Wiki says that skrulls generally don’t get the memories of their originals? Which would actually make sense for why Bucky seemed rather unfazed by some of the crude jokes, why he didn’t know Wakanda could take his arm off, why he says some really weird stuff that doesn’t correlate with his history. The skrull will have an outsider’s understanding of Bucky and he will probably see Bucky as a perpetrator as well, hence he goes along with the amends and does stupid OOC shit like gallivanting around the world with Zemo. It also gives reason for Sam to be pushing and testing him for a reaction and getting more suspicious by the way Bucky responds.

The Skrulls could easily get to real!Bucky when he first comes back from the Blip, and once they have him it’s easier for them to capture Steve using him as hostage. The Skrulls could either have them imprisoned (although that would make for a rather boring story from Steve and Bucky’s part) or they were forced to yeet them into St Elsewhere after Steve kicks up a stink. I feel like Sam won’t let an impostor near his family though so it might mean Skrull!Bucky will have to see the error of his ways and somehow gain Sam’s trust.

#bucky barnes #stucky #steve rogers #head canon #tfatws critical #asks #sorry it took so long!