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buckets-and-trees · 1 year

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hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have

Fandom: MCU Characters/Pairings: Bucky Barnes, Wanda Maximoff, Bucky x gn!Reader, side Sam Wilson Word Count: 2k

Summary: He reluctantly agreed to this in the first place, but a nice afternoon turns into a darker night than Bucky ever could have anticipated. [Takes place after Wandavision and TFATWS but before Multiverse of Madness]

Content Warnings: DARK FIC, entrapment, somnophilia, dub-con, non-con, entrapment, non-graphic sexual situations (p in v), magic, sorcery, trickery…

Additional Notes: Written for @darkficsyouneveraskedfor's Mini March Challenge (literally the Pacific Coast eleventh hour of March 31st, but we made it), featuring a wicker basket and honey jar, a touch of praise, and a flash of voyeurism. I listened to a lot of Lana Del Rey, and the fic takes its title from her song of the same name (and I let Wanda use that as a beat of dialogue).

“Listen, we’re not far from the farm where she’s been staying. I know you don’t know her that well, but in case you forgot, she’s one of the ones who stuck her neck out for you at the airport in Berlin, went to The Raft with me, then went on the run with me and Steve.”

Bucky looked up to the roof of the SUV they were trundling along in. “I know, fine. I know you trust her, I just–“ Bucky broke off and took a deep breath. “After not being in control of my own mind for most of a century, you can’t blame me for being a little wary of dropping by to visit someone whose powers include mind manipulation.”

Sam opened his mouth and closed it again. A beat later, he said, “She’s on our side. I saw her a few weeks ago. I owe it to her to look in and see how she’s doing now and then, and it’d probably mean a lot to her if you came along with me.”

“You’re going to do that? Appeal to my redeveloping humanity?” Bucky rolled his eyes for show but smiled. “Fine. Do we need to pick up a pie or some cookies first?”

Sam grinned. “And you say you have no social skills.”

“What’s this?” Wanda asked, trying to hide a smirk.

“Buck here insisted we needed to bring something if we were going to drop in unannounced,” Sam said, clapping the super soldier on the shoulder and pushing him into the cabin.

“I – well – my ma always said it was the polite thing to do. Not my fault this one has no manners,” Bucky offered, holding out the wicker basket with two loaves of fresh bread and a jar of honey from a local bakery they’d found in the small town nearby.

“Plus, we eat a lot and didn’t want to wipe you out.”

Sam and Wanda both laugh.

Wanda reaches for the basket. “It’s appreciated. Go ahead and have a seat at the table. I’ll put the kettle on.”

When the afternoon sun is casting long shadows across the room as it fights to keep streaming through the windows and Bucky, Sam, and Wanda have demolished almost all the bread, the new Captain America and the Winter Soldier stand up to leave. Bucky had been nervous, but this has proven to be another normal thing, another connection he’s fostering and doesn’t have to worry about. This was good.

“It’s good to see you holding up so well,” Sam said, pulling his jacket back on.

“You don’t need to worry about me.”

“Thanks for putting up with our checkup intrusion,” Bucky added. “You know Sam can’t help dithering over us lost souls.”

“Always wanting to help,” Wanda agreed.

“You know what?” Sam interjected in protest. "There are people who appreciate my efforts."

Bucky and Wanda laughed. It felt nice.

“Actually, if you don’t mind, Bucky, there is something I was hoping to speak just with Sam about.”

“Oh,” Bucky hadn’t expected that, but he knew they had so much more history behind them. “Sure, I’ll just wait in the car.”

He really hadn’t minded leaving them to talk in private. Twenty minutes had been fine. He hadn’t even begrudged thirty minutes, but forty-five minutes seemed a bit too long. They could’ve told him, and he would have gone on a walk or something. Really the only annoyance was letting him think their conversation was going to be quick.

If they were talking for this long, maybe there was a real issue. Maybe he could help.

And now he did need to use the bathroom, so he had a reason to check in that wasn’t indicating the impatience he’d accumulated over nearly an hour.

He rapped lightly on the door with the knuckles of his right hand while opening it with the vibranium one – the reverse would’ve sounded a little more aggressive, even if it would’ve been more convenient.

“Sorry to interrupt, but I–“

Bucky looked around the open living and dining room of the main level. Sam was not here, and Wanda was sitting serenely on the couch, legs crossed, a cup of tea in one hand and a book in the other. Music was playing from a Bluetooth speaker in the corner.

“I was waiting for you to come back inside,” she stated calmly, closing the book, and setting it aside on the end table with her tea.

Without thought, Bucky had already adopted a defensive and alert stance, looking around for any helpful cues and cocking his head to listen for–

A long groan drifted down from the upstairs, cutting across the music.

“Sam!” Bucky moved with his preternatural speed to the stairs before Wanda could stop him and ascended, easily taking them three at a time.

What he saw when he reached the top of the stairs brought him to a full stop, his brows furrowing and his jaw dropping.

“What the hell is–?”

Another deep groan from Sam interrupted him, and no wonder. Bucky needed to look away, he really did, but he couldn’t – nor could he believe what he was witnessing.

On the other side of the lofted room of the cabin, Sam was naked on his back, a dark, misty creature seated squarely over his hips. The creature had its hands planted on Sam’s chest and was pumping itself up and down with Sam’s hands on the creature’s own hips to guide it.

“He is a magnificent sight, isn’t he?” Wanda crooned softly at his shoulder.

It was the tone of her comment that pulled Bucky’s attention away from the spectacle. “Choose your words wisely, Wanda.”

The brainwashing of the Winter Soldier was gone, but the unbelievable levels of control, precision, and restraint that had been honed by the US Army, heightened by the super soldier serum, and finetuned by the Soviets remained and were all that kept Bucky from ripping her limb from limb that instant. The rage was simmering right below the surface.

“It’s little known, but it’s quite a simple enchantment with the result of harvesting power. Copulation, particularly a moment of sexual climax, can generate a great deal of energy. An incubus or succubus draws that energy to sustain themselves, but this creature is an umbrabus, or a shadow of a sexual demon which I can absorb once it’s collected the energy.”

“You’re harvesting energy?”

“Mhmm,” she hums. “There are witches who steal power from other witches. This seemed more elegant a solution, and practically harmless.”

“Not harmless.”

Wanda calmly side-stepped him to adjust the drapes over the window as she responded, “He doesn’t remember.”

Bucky’s mind whirred, rapidly piecing things together what he was seeing with what he already knew and reports he’d read about this woman – back in Wakanda when he wanted to know everything about the fugitives who had turned with Steve and then the recent reports he’d hacked into SWORD and FBI servers to read in the car on the way to the cabin today.

“This isn’t the first time you’ve done this to him.” His hands balled into fists.

“No, it’s not.”

“What do you need the power for?”

“Aw, you’re too inquisitive,” she cooed, and stepped closer to him, reaching out as if to stroke his cheek, but he jerked out of the way. She still kept the small, serene smile on her face. “Don’t you worry your pretty head about it – that’s what they told me so many times.”

Bucky couldn’t stop the open glare that formed on his face.

Wanda just laughed.

“I could tell you, but you won’t remember anyway. Like I said, he doesn’t remember. You won’t remember anything more than maybe a dream,” she said in a way he knew was trying to reassure him, but he was not naïve enough for that. “Let’s just say hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have.

“I can give you anyone you want,” she continued. “I gave Sam the woman he’s been dating and about to start introducing to people as his girlfriend back home. I always wondered… perhaps Steve?”

Without even thinking he had the redhead slammed up against the wall, lifting her by her throat in less than an instant. “Steve? You didn’t do this to him – to them, did you?” The rage that had been simmering now surged like fire through every vein of his body. Wanda had been with Steve, Sam, and Natasha for the better part of two years.

“No,” she eked out, “I did not know the breadth of my abilities then.”

She squeezed his forearm to get him to let her down, and he slowly acquiesced, lowering her to stand of her own volition again but kept enough pressure on her throat to keep her pinned. He might believe that she wasn’t practicing dark magic on his friends before Thanos. The report filed by a Monica Rambeau claimed Westview was grief with good intentions that were put right after Wanda realized the harm she’d caused – created. James Woo from the FBI had reported a similar view. But that was months ago…

Wanda licked her lips, then one of her hands moved up to draw patterns over his hand still on her throat. “Who do you want, James?”

Bucky shook his head. “No.”

Wanda tilted her head. “There’s certainly someone who must have caught the eye of a handsome soldier like you,” her voice lilted sweetly. Saccharine.

Bucky clenched his jaw as your face flashed in his mind, clear as day.

“Ah.” Her eyes gleam, and he feels the dread tighten in his stomach. “What a lovely creature.”

She began to whisper an incantation, and the words are far from the ten cursed Russian words that overruled his own agency for decades, but the dread it conjured was the same.

“No,” he plead.

Then there was the soft weight of a hand on his shoulder, and he whipped his head to see another dark, shadowy being. But as he grabbed the hand to remove it from his shoulder, the umbrabus transforms into a striking approximation of you.

He dropped his grip on Wanda, but otherwise he was now frozen, watching the shadow you. You weren’t naked, but nearly, in only too-tempting swaths of dark blue satin and lace. The being stepped forward and caressed his cheek, and he closed his eyes and didn’t jerk away as he had when Wanda reached for him, but he did try to turn his head and refuse the soft touch. He tried, but he couldn’t.

“Oh, James, there’s no harm in it,” Wanda said. “You can’t stop me from getting what I want, and this world has already taken so much from you, so why not get something you want?”

One hand of the umbrabus – he had to remember it wasn’t you, he had to – trailed delicately down his neck and along his shoulder while the other gently came to rest on his hip. It inclined its head toward him, then moved in and pressed hot lips against his throat. He groaned.

“It will hurt no one,” Wanda continued to speak, “no collateral damage, and you deserve a little happiness.”

The umbrabus’s fingers moved from resting on his hip to hook into the waistband of his jeans, and tugged him toward a bed Wanda conjured just a few steps away.

“Pleasure and happiness aren’t the same thing,” Bucky protested.

“Maybe not, but you will still feel it.”

Was he tumbling willingly onto the bed with you, no her, it?

Because he didn't want this. This isn’t you circling your legs around his waist and pulling his head down to kiss you. He'd only spoken with you a few times, and he didn’t want the falsification unfolding here to supplant the reality he had been looking to slowly build with you.

“And to think of all the strength and stamina you will give me as a super soldier,” Wanda whispered in his ear, trailing a finger down his spine. Where were his clothes? “The only one of your kind left, you will be such a good source of power it will be difficult to let you go, but I promise I will. I’m not the villain, after all.”

He sank into you

“Yes, doing so well for me,” she says softly.

And he was lost.

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tinabelcherseroticfriendfiction · 2 years

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What Day Is It?

Title: What Day Is It? Fandom: MCU Pairing: Mob!Bucky X Reader Rating: NC-17 (MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!) Warnings: Mob!Bucky (yes, he’s a warning in and of himself), explicit sexual content, BDSM, spanking, riding crops, Dark content, impact play, orgasm denial, i think that's it? Words: 2,400 Summary: Bucky appears to have forgotten your birthday. So you go to confront him, but he misunderstands your anger.

🍦 Waffle Cone: Bucky Barnes 🔪 Chocolate: Mafia 🍓 Forgotten birthday 🍫 Fighting to fucking 🍮 “If you’ve got something to tell me, now’s the time to do it.” 🍪 “Fight me, you big bitch!” 🌰 “Be a good girl and bend over the desk.”

All mistakes are mine, but shout out to my beautiful BETA reader @welcome-to-the-sin-zone

Happy Birthday, Birdie!!! @buckysbirdie, as promised, I got this up today! So this story came out MUCH DIFFERENT than what I had intended it to be! I was writing along and suddenly it took a sharp left turn and here's where it landed LMAO So I hope you like it!!! <3 <3 <3 <3

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You were pissed.

Absolutely, inexplicably, unconditionally, pissed. And the bastard responsible? James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes, AKA The Winter Soldier, Mob Boss of Brooklyn.

It was one thing to forget small things, like a last minute dinner plan. But your birthday!?

Bucky had been in meetings all month, which was nothing new. There were times when he would be gone from New York for weeks at a time doing deals and keeping tabs on his empire, but in the 5 years you had known him, he had never let work get between him and your birthday month, much less your birthday. But now…

You stormed into his office, ignoring Sam and Steve who were trying to grab you and pull you out, telling you to leave Bucky alone, he would make it up to you. You weren’t listening. You were furious and you didn’t care how dangerous James Barnes was, you were going to give him a piece of your mind.

Bucky, for his part, was sitting behind his large oak desk, his tie undone, his hair mused, and his cell phone up to his ear, looking downright ragged. You didn’t care.

“Barnes!” You hollered, storming up to his desk and slamming your hands down like you could intimidate a man like Bucky. “Get off the phone!”

Bucky eyed you up and down, his eye twitched. “Doll.” He drawled, sitting up in his chair a little straighter. “I suggest you go back to your room. I will be there shortly.”

“No.”

He raised an eyebrow and advised the person he was speaking to that he would be right back, placing his phone on mute. “No?” He asked as Sam and Steve both reached for your arms to pull you away, but you jerked out of their hold.

“You have five minutes. If you’ve got something to tell me, now’s the time to do it, Princess.”

Bucky didn’t usually use your nickname when he was angry. But then again, when he did, you knew he was angry. Except, he didn’t get to be angry right then. It was your turn to be pissed.

“That’s it? That’s all you have to say!?” You cried, throwing your hands up. “What day is it, James?”

The use of his first name caught his attention and he narrowed his eyes. “Wednesday. And like every Wednesday, I have meetings. Meetings, by the way, that help protect you. So if you have anything else -”

“Fuck your meetings!”

“Are you looking for a fight?” Bucky stood up, his blue eyes never leaving you, threatening your very existence. “I don’t appreciate being -”

“Yeah! I fucking am! Fight me, you big bitch!” You cried, as you reached over and grabbed his phone, throwing it at him. “Come on, fight me!” Sam and Steve exchanged looks, worried for your safety, but afraid to intervene at this point and risk retribution from Bucky. “Y/N…” Steve said slowly, quietly. “Come on, let’s go back -”

“You stay the fuck out of this, Rogers!” You turn to Steve, shoving him hard. “And you, too, Wilson! I’ll get to you when I’m done with this bastard!”

“That’s enough!” Bucky hollered, stepping around his desk and grabbing you by the arm. “Rogers, Wilson. Out!”

The two scurried from the room as fast as they could as you turned back to Bucky, throwing a punch at him the way Natasha had shown you during your self defense practices Bucky had insisted you take with her every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. It hit Bucky in the chest, hard enough that he felt it, but not hard enough to make him drop your arm.

“What is wrong with you!?” Bucky yelled, pulling you closer by the arm. “You want to fight!? Or do you want me to punish you!?” He tugged on your arm again, pulling you closer to his desk. “Be a good girl, then, and bend over the desk!” His mental hand pushed between your shoulder blades, forcing you face down onto his desk as he moved to stand behind you, ripping your leggings down the seams to reveal the soft pink panties you threw on just to piss him off more.

“I’ve told you once, I’ll tell you a thousand times, you don’t wear underwear - or pants - in the house!” He pulled the band to your panties back and allowed them to snap your lower back. “Now, you’ve interrupted my meeting, you broke my phone, you yelled at me and called me names in front of my men, you wore panties and pants, and you’re being an absolute brat right now. Usually that would be ten spankings for each rule broken, but that would be 70 swats. Can you take that?” He growled, pulling back just enough to pull the shredded remains of your leggings and your cotton panties off of you and threw them into the fireplace. His mental hand went right back to your shoulder blades, keeping you in place on the desk.

“Fuck you and your stupid rules!” You grunted as you tried to move under him, trying to get any leverage. “I’m still pissed at you!”

“And you won’t tell me why!” He yelled, pulling his hand back and slapping your ass hard. “That’s one, the next 79 you’re counting!”

“79!? You said 70 total!” You turned your head to glare at him.

“You know the rules, 10 for each rule broken. Are you *trying* to get to 100!? Because you’re now at 90.” He smirked, knowing exactly what this did to you.

You growled, turning your head away from him. “Fuck you and fuck your rules. You don’t own me.”

“100.” He landed another hard slap on your other cheek. “Count or I’ll add 10 more for each one you forget to count.”

You cursed, gripping the edge of the desk as hard as you could. “Two,” you hissed out, hating that you’re already turned on by this. You were supposed to be mad at him!

“That’s my good girl. I know you’re in there somewhere, Princess.”

Before you can respond, he lands three sharp slaps to your rear that has you pushing up onto the desk with each hit.

“Three-four-five!” You counted before you could forget. The most Bucky has ever handed you was 70 at one time. You weren’t sure you would survive 100.

“Jesus, look at you,” Bucky laughed. “Just five in and you’re dripping. My god, you’re a slut.” he dipped his hand between your legs, running one of his fingers through your folds and scooping up some of your excitement.

You whimper, your walls clenching around nothing. This was going to be torture, but fuck if it didn’t turn you on.

“This what you wanted, Princess?” He asked, spreading your lips and pushing a finger into you, causing you to gasp and rock your hips back to get some friction. “You just wanted Daddy’s attention? Well, you got it now. You have my full. Attention.” He pulls the finger out and immediately lands the next five smacks on your ass and thighs.

You count, tears already falling down your face. “Daddy -”

“Nuh-uh. Bad girls don’t get to talk. They just count.” The next ten came quickly, one after the other, quick succession in a rhythm only Bucky follows.

You’ve started shifting on your feet, trying hard to press your thighs together to get some relief of the tingling sensation between your legs as he pauses then, staring at your ass. You lick your lips and take the brief pause to close your eyes and stretch your fingers, knowing that it’s only going to get worse. 20 in, and you’re ready to beg forgiveness - not that it would help. Bucky always forgives you. But he never backs off or decreases your punishments.

You’ve just managed to get your legs together and get some relief, a short moan escaping your lips before Bucky is kicking your legs apart and thrusting three of his metal fingers deep into you.

You cry out, clawing at the desk to pull away, despite how good it feels to finally be filled with something. “FUCK! BUCKY!” you cried, pushing back onto his fingers as he brutally thrusts them in and out of you for a few moments before they’re gone again and Bucky’s shirt is shoved into your mouth, tied up with the discarded tie you aren’t sure when he removed.

“I told you! Only good girls get to talk!” He hissed, giving your ass yet another smack. “Now I have to count. And you know what that means?”

You did. Fuck you knew exactly what that meant, and you started crying. Now not only are you going to get your 100 spankings, you weren’t allowed to cum. And goddamnit, it was your birthday. It wasn’t fair!

“Keep it up, Princess, and you’ll be my personal cumbucket for a month with no release in sight. Go ahead, try me.” He taunted before he grabbed the riding crop from his desk. When did that get there? Had it been there the whole time?

“Don’t think this means you’re getting off easy.”

You wanted to roll your eyes. The riding crop was never ‘getting off easy’. It just meant Bucky wanted to save his palm from stinging too much during longer sessions. It also meant he had even more planned for you.

Fuck me.

The next thirty came swift, and you were positive you weren’t going to be able to sit down for the next week. Bucky would stop every 10-20 strokes to tease you more. He would circle your clit with his metal hand, bringing you so close to pleasure then pulling back and giving you another 10 spanks. Or he would finger you until you were sobbing then pull out and give you another 15.

At 60 he stopped longer, pulling his pants down and shoving his thick cock into you as fast and hard as he could, moaning filth and obscenities in your ear as he fucked you hard and fast, cumming in you before you could get there yourself. He stayed there, deep in you, pulsing, for a good five minutes then.

“That’s it, Princess,” he growled. “Take daddy’s cum. Gonna fucking breed you. Stuff you full of children and keep you pregnant. Fuck - God you’d look amazing with my baby inside you. You want that, Princess? You want Daddy’s baby? I’ll give it to you, you filthy slut.” he bit your shoulder, hard, before pulling out and giving you another 10 hard spanks with the riding crop that had you sobbing harder, your tears leaving a pool beneath your face on the desk that not even Bucky’s shirt and tie could soak up.

“That’s 70, baby. You’ve never done more than this.” He says, like you didn’t already fucking know that. “Just 30 more. You can do it.”

You wanted to scream at him. Hurl insults and yell at him to fuck off, but all you got out was another wimper as the next 5 came suddenly, hitting down your thighs almost to your knees.

If it wasn’t for the desk, you were sure you would have collapsed by now. 25 more seemed impossible. You were aching everywhere, and you thought you were bleeding. You couldn’t be sure. Bucky hadn’t said anything, but you wouldn’t put it past him.

You almost didn’t feel the next 15, the ache in your ass almost overriding the sensation of more spacks, but the final 10 you definitely felt.

Bucky had shifted, apparently sensing that you were no longer feeling the hits on your ass, and was now swinging underhanded, bringing the crop up to your pussy and clit. Each new smack had you screaming harder, tears streaming down your face like a waterfall. It was torture. Pleasureful torture.

You sobbed in relief when Bucky said the magic number - “100.”

But it was cut short when he grabbed you by the waist, flipped you over and laid you out on the desk, his head diving between your legs to eat you out like a starving man.

You tried to shove him away, but his metal arm grabbed both of your wrists and held them to your stomach, preventing you from moving or pushing him away.

Your overly sensitive core was attacked by Bucky’s wicked tongue, bringing you to another almost orgasm before he pulled away again. Wiping his mouth on the back of his hand, he reached around and pulled the gag off of you, eyebrows raised.

“Now. Are you going to tell me why you were being such a brat?” He asks nonchalantly.

You sniffled, wiping your own face - tears, snot, and slobber - off with your shirt before shoving him lightly, most of your fight gone.

“You forgot my birthday.” You muttered.

Bucky took a step back, frowning. “What?” he asks, looking over to his date book. “No I didn’t - oh fuck…”

You wiped at your eyes again, nodding and you attempted to sit up. “Yeah. You did. You promised you’d never forget! You swore you’d make me feel special every birthday…”

“Fuck, Princess,” He hurried to his bar and grabbed you a cold bottle of water and hurried back to you, opening it before handing it over. “I’m - Fuck, I can’t believe I forgot.”

Taking the water bottle, you took a small sip before Bucky was moving again, grabbing the baby wipes he kept in his drawer and cleaning you up gently before pulling you into his lap as he sat down in his chair again.

“I’m so sorry,” Bucky murmured, kissing your forehead. “I’ll make it up to you. Where do you wanna go? Anywhere. Anywhere at all. We’ll go for a whole month.”

“The bedroom?” You glance at him. “I would have understood if you had just told me that you were busy and we wouldn’t get to celebrate this year. But you swore to never forget.”

“I know I did. And I’m so sorry, Princess. I’ve just had so much on my plate. It’s no excuse and I’ll still make it up to you. Starting with - your punishment is over. How about we go take a nice hot bath and calm down… and then have some fun all night?”

“I don’t think I can feel my legs.”

Bucky shifted you on his lap and held you close. “I’ll carry you, Princess. I’ll carry you anywhere you want to go.”

Ope.

~*~ Fin ~*~

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novelmonger · 11 days

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7 & 9 for Sharon, 2 & 10 for Sam Wilson, and 4 & 5 for Vin (Mistborn), please?

8D Have I told you that I love you?

7. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you like?

Literally anything the fandom does with Sharon that's not bashing her? ^^' Anything that has to do with pairing her up with Steve because they're one of my top OTPs? I also just like it when she gets to be friends with any of the other characters - Natasha, Sam, whoever. She was horribly underutilized in the MCU, so I always appreciate it when fans bring out some of that wasted potential in fics and art.

9. Could you be roommates with this character?

Absolutely. Maybe it's just because of her age in relation to me or something, but Emily VanCamp always feels like a big sister, and thus so does Sharon. (Which is funny, because we never hear about any siblings in canon and in my headcanon she's actually the younger of two sisters XD) But yeah, she just feels like the kind of person I would warm up to quickly and soon be able to just talk about anything with. And I would also feel so incredibly safe to have someone so skilled and accomplished living with me :)

2. Favorite canon thing about this character?

Oh my gosh, how do I pick? Sam is so cool! He's brave, he's smart, he's loyal, great sense of humor, but also amazingly strong and skilled, but also so perceptive.... I think maybe my favorite thing about him is how good he is at making friends. At any given moment, he's like, "I know a guy," and can call somebody up to help them out, whether it's to repair a boat or to fight the other Avengers. And that's so in keeping with the way he almost instantly accepts and befriends Steve, too. He's the kind of guy I think you could describe as "never met a stranger." He even acts that way towards Karli! I love him.

10. Could you be best friends with this character?

YES PLEASE I WANNA BE SAM'S FRIEND ;^; He would be such a good friend! So warm and friendly and inviting - he would make anyone feel welcome, like they belong. Would we have much in common? Uhhhh...maybe not? But his experience as a counselor, and just his personality to begin with, is such that he seems good at getting other people to talk. I think he'd be good at finding a topic of conversation we could both carry on pretty naturally. Also, just look at those arms. Sam would give the best hugs.

4. If you could put this character in any other media, be it a book, a movie, anything, what would you put them in?

MOVIE MOVIE MOVIE I WANT A MISTBORN MOVIE

...oh wait, is this supposed to be like a crossover thing? Hmmm...I mean, Vin would make a pretty awesome Jedi, don't you think? She kind of already is - Pushing and Pulling on metals is like a more limited form of Jedi telekinesis, Rioting and Soothing is kinda like Jedi using the Force on weaker minds, and the Force almost works like atium in a way. Besides, Jedi can use the Force to enhance things like their senses and their body's natural healing.

So she basically already is a Jedi, but you know what she lacks? A LIGHTSABER >:D I think her lightsaber would be blue, but that might just be because the Allomantic lines connecting to metal are blue....

5. What's the first song that comes to mind when you think about them?

"Prophecy of Worlds to Fall" by Xandria

This one mostly fits her in Hero of Ages, but...Mistborn is just such a metal story, it requires an epic symphonic metal song like this one, I think.

Character Ask Game

#ask and you shall receive #valiantarcher #ask games #(psst i wanted to address you by name but then got hung up on what to call you because i already have someone else i call 'val' ^^')#mcu #sharon carter #sam wilson #mistborn #vin

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As Night Falls

This is a slightly belated fill for this week’s @flashfictionfridayofficial prompt [#FFF219 Under the Night Sky] along with my @samwilsonbingo Wilson Family Dynamics prompt.

Fandom: Marvel/MCU Pairing: Bucky Barnes & Sam Wilson Rating: General Tags: Falcon and the Winter Soldier compliant, Missing Scene, Friendship, Family Dynamics, recovering Bucky Barnes.

“Thought you just wanted to watch the sunset.” Sam raised an eyebrow at Bucky, who stretched out on a lounger he’d dragged down to the edge of the water. It was nearly dark, and the lights from the house didn’t really reach this far.

Bucky shrugged. “Figured I’d stay out a little longer and find out what the stars look like from here. See how many constellations I can identify.”

Sam snorted. Between this and his comment about having read The Hobbit, it was becoming obvious how much of a nerd Bucky really was. “I’m warning you now – the skeeters are going to eat you alive.” Sam punctuated his comment by slapping at his arm, crushing one that was just about to start its meal.

Bucky held up an aerosol can. “AJ brought me some bug spray. He’s a good kid.”

Sam nodded. “They both are.” Sarah was doing an amazing job of raising her boys alone; Sam’s heart still ached a little at having missed out on so much of their childhood. Despite everything he had on his plate, Sam promised himself to make his nephews a priority going forward.

It was almost too dark for Sam to see a smile play across Bucky’s lips. “So’s Sarah, for that matter. Quite a woman.”

“What did I tell you about flirting with her?” Just because he and Bucky were getting along better didn’t mean Sam wanted him nosing around his sister.

“All right, all right.” Bucky held up his hands in surrender. “Tell her thanks for letting me hang around for a little while, okay?”

Sam tilted his head toward the house in invitation. “Tell her yourself. She’s probably making up the couch for you right now.”

Bucky’s smile faded, replaced by a somber, distant look. “She knows I’m the Winter Soldier, doesn’t she?”

“That you used to be that guy? Yeah.”

Bucky sighed, shook his head and lay back, staring up at the sky. “Good night, Sam.”

“All right.” Sam was too tired to get into it; he just hoped Bucky wasn’t planning on watching the sunrise from out here as well. “I’ll leave the back door unlocked. Just remember the boys have school in the morning.”

#writing stuff #fanficlet #mcu/marvel #Bucky & Sam #tfatws #Shameless self promo

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deanwinchesterswitch · 8 months

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August 2023 Fic Rec List

A variety of fandoms. A bit of angst and smut, and a good amount of comfort and fluff.

Enjoy!

Many of these blogs and fics are NSFW-18+. Please honor any requests from a blog regarding no minors. I am not responsible for the content you choose to consume; heed the warnings for each fic.

~DCU~

No Title ~ @princessmisery666. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Rick Flag x Reader)

~MCU~

No Title ~ @girl-next-door-writes. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Will You? ~ @justagirlinafandomworld. Author’s Summary: None (Drabble; Bucky Barnes x Reader)

~Star Trek~

Sweet Emotions ~ @justagirlinafandomworld. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Jim Kirk x Reader)

~Supernatural~

All I Need is You ~ @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior. Author's Summary: A terrible day has stolen Y/N's joy, can Dean bring it back?

All In or All Out? ~ @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior. Author's Summary: Dean needs an answer.

All That Matters ~ @iprobablyshipit91. Author's Summary: None (Dean Winchester x Female Reader)

Black Hole ~ @jay-and-dean. Author's Summary: She saved his life, and since then, she doesn’t want to live anymore… That doesn’t make sense… (Dean x Reader)

Brick by Brick ~ @impala-dreamer. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Dean x Reader)

Cracks In The Plaster ~ @impala-dreamer. Author's Summary: After a long day in the car, Dean’s got plans to relieve a little tension…

Devour Me-Part 1 ~ @zepskies. Author's Summary: When you and Dean start to press each other’s buttons, both of your tempers ignite. To make up for it, you give him an impromptu salsa dancing lesson…one he didn’t exactly ask for. (18+)

Hotel California Masterlist ~ @muchamusedaboutnothing. Author's Summary: What first appears to be a reprieve on a long stretch of desert road turns out to be more than the Winchesters bargained for.

No Title ~ @girl-next-door-writes. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Dean Winchester x Reader)

No Title ~ @supernaturalfreewill. Author’s Summary: None (Drabble; Jody Mills)

Now and Then Masterlist ~ @thinkinghardhardlythinking. Author's Summary: Y/N and Dean met a few years ago, both lost in the uncertainty of their lives which were so far from what they had hoped for them to be, but love affairs end, some with heartbreak. Y/N moves on but when her new life sends her crashing back into Dean’s orbit, she wonders if, for her, it will ever truly be over.

Sam Is Wearing Green Today ~ @princessmisery666. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Sam Winchester x Reader)

The Sweet Things ~ @justagirlinafandomworld. Author's Summary: None (Drabble; Dean Winchester x Reader)

Washed Away ~ @wearywinchester. Author's Summary: Dean helps you shower after a rough hunt.

~Top Gun: Maverick~

Live In My Memory, You'll Always Be There ~ @princessmisery666. Author's Summary: Not long after moving to San Diego with your fiancé, Jake, he’s declared missing in action. The Dagger Squad rallies around you as you grieve his loss, and you grow closer to one particular member of the team than you ever imagined.

On AO3

Gone Too Long ~ @wayward-and-worn Drabble Series

Beau Arlen x Reader ~ Author's Summary: What happens when Beau is away from her for too long.

Benny Lafitte & Reader ~ Author's Summary: This is what happens when you keep them from their lover.

Dean Winchester/Reader ~ Author's Summary: This is what happens when he's away from her too long.

Soldier Boy x Reader ~ Author's Summary: Set in the same timeline as “Old Habits” but taking place in the time before Soldier Boy’s “disappearance.” He’s back from a mission and he doesn’t want Countess. He wants her.

On Patreon

Rebekah Jordan (Impala-Dreamer)

Another War ~ Author's Summary: Sam and Bucky are continuously bickering... even in the bedroom. (Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes, F!Reader)

Keep Watching ~ Author's Summary: The journey is a long one and Y/N is tired of waiting for some fun... (Dean x F!Reader, Sam)

Stay With Me ~ Author’s Summary: Dean is into his second bottle of whiskey, desperate to drive his problems away. But he knows deep down, the booze isn't what he truly needs... (Dean Winchester x F!Reader)

Tremble Like a Flower ~ Author’s Summary: Soldier Boy likes to keep you for himself, using you whenever he feels the need to release a little extra tension... (Soldier Boy (Ben) x F!Reader)

thinkinghardhardlythinking

Someone To Watch Over Me-Parts 23 & 24 ~ Author’s Summary: (AU) Y/N is married to a very rich, decidedly unscrupulous and powerful man. A man whose inability to trust means he hires someone to watch over his wife while he isn’t around. He hires Dean Winchester, a handsome stranger to Y/N, who is soon to become a very big part of her life.

#monthly fic recs #fabulous writers #dw's witch reads #august 2023 #090423

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snarkythewoecrow · 6 months

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20 Questions for fic Writers!

thanks for the tag @mammameesh @underwater-ninja-13 💙

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

184

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

1,391,678

3. What fandoms do you write for?

9-1-1 (mostly buddie), MCU, dabbled in Torchwood, Sherlock, HP, and Old Guard, oh and supernatural for a while too, though I don't have a lot of my supernatural and Torchwood moved to ao3, something I've been working on since like 2012 (there aren't that many more to move, I am just amazing at procrastinating)

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Overall, these are my highest: Unexpected Finds (MCU, irondad)- 5 206 If I Could Do It All Over, I'd Find You Sooner (MCU, stuckony)- 2 593 emergencies only (MCU, irondad)- 2 154 between wanting and needing (MCU, stuckony)- 2 087 abuse at your hands, broken at your feet (MCU, irondad)- 1 960 But since I'm mostly writing 9-1-1, I'm going to include my top two from there, cuz I can: I choose you, Pikachu (or the ways two idiots finally say you’re mine) - 1 595 sometimes an onion really is just an onion (and that’s all there is to it) - 1 302

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try really hard to respond, but sometimes I get behind, and there are times when I'm low on spoons and I put them off, and that doesn't mean I don't love them all, seriously, people who comment are so generous and sweet, but it does mean that sometimes they will get a random reply from me two years later lol

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

honestly, not super sure, cuz I can't remember them all off the top of my head, but I guess the one I wrote for irondad, where peter was using hard drugs and it didn't end with a promise of things turning out good, hugs didn't fix things in that one

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

no idea? they are mostly all happy to some degree

8. Do you get hate on fics?

eh, not often, but sometimes, more in the mcu than other fandoms

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

yes, and mostly gay, many kinks, from vanilla to wtf are you even writing type things, but i do seem to lean toward bdsm dynamic in smut, daddy kink often, and a/b/o (tho i really love writing non-traditional dynamic, a lot of omega/omega and alpha/alpha)

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

yes, and probably sam wilson/harry potter, honestly, I really still adore that one, it worked, I swearm, harry was older and fucked up with ptsd, and sam was awesome, as usual

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not that i know of? well, i mean, i've once found them posted on small fan sites serving other countries and tbh, it didn't bother me too much, like it wasn't great, but like, hey, life's too short and they obvs liked them, and they did give me credit, sorta

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

yeah, a handful over the years, maybe 5 on ao3? and i know i gave others permisson over the years, but they never linked back so idk

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

yeah, totally, done it a bunch and had fun

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

steve/tony, then stucky is a close second, like they are the true standbys, I'll always love them, but I have a armada of other ships that also serve me well

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

we don't talk about bruno, dude

16. What are your writing strengths?

description maybe, or writing emotional shit? and like with dialogue, I'm either a god of it or a pathetic feral creature that has never spoken aloud

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

depending on the day, the same as what is written in prior answer

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

honestly, i try not to do it anymore, cuz I don't like making it harder for readers in anyway to consume, so unless I can keep it short and clear enough that you can still gather what they are saying without knowing the language, then I leave it out. I will try hard to find other ways, and i'm not super into translations posted after the text, looks clunky, and not super into translations at the end, but yeah, to each their own

19. First fandom you wrote for?

dudes, i dont know when i ate last, no idea, like maybe some MASH or like Highlander in notebook as a kid? probably my first shared was interview with the vampire, resulting in much anxiety as a teen

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

I'm picking from more recent fics, and I kinda love this one atm: sometimes an onion really is just an onion (and that’s all there is to it)

tagging @buckybeardreams @limetimo @painted-doe @psychiccatpanda and anyone else who wants to do it!

Blank copy under cut for you to use 💙

20 Questions for fic Writers!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

3. What fandoms do you write for?

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

8. Do you get hate on fics?

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

16. What are your writing strengths?

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

19. First fandom you wrote for?

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

#ask game

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ao3feed-irondadspiderson · 7 months

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Peter Parker's collection of Vigilantes SuperHeroes and Anti-Heroes

https://archiveofourown.org/works/50288803 by Phoenfatale Peter Parker is way too young to be out fighting crime at night. He should be playing video games or freaking out over cute girls (or guys). But he's far too good to hang up the suit. It's a good thing he's endeared himself to pretty much every Hero, Vigilante, and Anti-Hero he comes across so they can keep an eye on him. Or Peter Parker Protection Squad Words: 1820, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: M/M Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Matt Murdock, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Clint Barton, Various MCU Characters, Fantastic Four Team Members (Marvel) Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Peter Parker & Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes & Peter Parker, Peter Parker & Natasha Romanov, Peter Parker/Johnny Storm Additional Tags: Peter Parker is a Mess, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Tony Stark Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Precious Peter Parker, Protective Avengers, Protective Tony Stark, Vigilantism, Everyone Loves Peter Parker, Hurt Peter Parker, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Domestic Fluff, Eventual Romance, Eventual Smut, Avengers Family, Domestic Avengers read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/50288803

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #iron dad and spider son #spider son #iron dad #peter parker #tony stark

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phantom1fanatic · 8 months

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⟼ 𝖢𝖠𝖭𝖮𝖭 𝖬𝖴𝖲𝖤𝖲 ⟻

below you will find the various canon characters i have played or are willing to play from various fandoms. i am willing to play these characters against other canon characters or original characters too. keep in mind that i do prefer to double when it comes to canon/original pairings, but may be swayed to a single pairing depending on plot.

last updated: october 18th, 2023

note: any & all characters are or are aged up to 18+

911/911 Lonestar

Athena Grant, Carlos Reyes, Evan ‘Buck’ Buckley, Edmundo ‘Eddie’ Diaz, Henrietta ‘Hen’ Wilson, Howie ‘Chimney’ Han, Judson Ryder, Marjan Marwani, Paul Strickland, Ravi Panikkar, Tyler ‘T.K.’ Strand

Across the Spider-Verse

Hobart ‘Hobie’ Brown, Miguel O’hara, Miles Morales, Peter B. Parker, Spiderman Noir

Arrowverse

Barry Allen, Jefferson Jackson, John Constantine, Leonard Snart, Oliver Queen, Ray Palmer, Sara Lance

Detroit: Become Human

Connor RK800, Connor RK900, Gavin Reed, Kara, Luther, Markus

Good Omens

Aziraphale, Beelzebub, Crowley, Famine, Gabriel, Maggie, Muriel, Nina

Kingsmen

Agent Tequila, Gary ‘Eggsy’ Unwin, Hamish ‘Merlin’ Mycroft, Jack ‘Agent Whiskey’ Daniels, Roxanne ‘Roxy’ Morton

MCU

Arthur Harrow, Charles Xavier, Clint Barton, Eddie Brock, Erik ‘Killmonger’ Stevens, Erik Lehnsherr, Gamora, Helmut Zemo, James ‘Bucky’ Barnes, Katherine ‘Kate’ Bishop, Khonshu, Layla El-Faouly, Marc Spector/Steven Grant/Jake Lockley, Makkari, Matt Murdock, Monica Rambeau, Natasha Romanoff, Nebula, Peter Parker, Peter ‘Three’ Parker, Peter Quill, Pietro Maximoff, Loki, Sam Wilson, Scott Lang, Shuri, Stephen Strange, Steve Rogers, Thor, Tony Stark, Wanda Maximoff, Xu Shang-chi, Yelena Belova

Stranger Things

Billy Hargroves, Dimitri, Jim Hopper, Robin Buckley, Steven Harrington

Supernatural

Castiel, Dean Winchester, Gabriel, Lucifer, Sam Winchester

Ted Lasso

Colin Hughes, Isaac McAdoo, Jamie Tartt, Keeley Jones, Rebecca Welton, Roy Kent, Sam Obisanya, Ted Lasso, Trent Crimm

The Walking Dead

Daryl Dixon, Glenn Rhee, Maggie, Green, Michonne Hawthorne, Rick Grimes, Shane Walsh, Tara Chambler

Umbrella Academy

Allison Hargreeves, Ben Hargreeves, Diego Hargreeves, Klaus Hargreeves

Misc.

Alan Grant (Jurassic Park)

Arthur Pendragon (Merlin)

Harvey Spector (Suits)

Ian Malcom (Jurassic Park)

Jake Sully (Avatar)

John Nolan (The Rookie)

Merlin (Merlin)

Michael Ross (Suits)

Neytiri (Avatar)

Owen Grady (Jurassic World)

Tim Bradford (The Rookie)

Toph Beifong (ATLA)

Zuko (ATLA)

#canon masterlist #canon muse masterlist #canon character #roleplay ad #discord roleplay #1x1 rp search #1x1 roleplay #roleplay partner search #fandom rp #roleplay search

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discursivetacenda · 4 months

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current things

tagged by @ossified-hypothesis

3 ships: currently? god, i haven't shipped anything in years. i'm an old fandom head and kinda drifted outta it as life took over. i don't even read much fanfic lately (woe!) but some old stand bys will always be … Hardison/Parker/Spencer from Leverage; Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes or Steve Rogers/Sam Wilson from MCU; Watson/Sherlock from the bendydick cucumberpatch Sherlock.

last song: i was just listening to Boys & Girls by Alabama Shakes (whole album, but the song is pretty damn good too). shout out to larry back at mercer in 2019, who put me up on brittany howard and said i looked like i would like them. i remember almost nothing else of working there, but he was definitely not wrong.

currently reading: on audiobook, i'm about halfway through His Majesty's Dragon by Naomi Novik. which is turning out more enjoyable than her Scholomance series so. in paperback, i'm about halfway through The Last Bookaneer by Matthew Pearl. been slogging through that one for a year or so, and got it almost a decade ago (yike)… it's just not what i thought it was gonna be.

last movie: uhhhhhhhhhhhh. this is the full adhd brain of "i've never seen a movie in my life" when actually it's probably that i just watched Pacific Rim again. because perfect movie. if it wasn't that, then it mighta been Barbie? i think i just rewatched it lately.

currently watching: flipping between One Piece (the anime) and Almost Human and Swamp Thing. because i can't stay focused on much lately, and half the time i end up just playing books in my headphones or watching a bunch of woodturning and sewing on youtube. makers are awesome.

currently craving: a job? i'm mostly craving an end to this lull of no work and no money. but mostly i'm craving… idk, maybe some snuggles with the boyfriend and then the partner going over to his FWB's house and the peace that settles when that happens.

currently consuming: i just made fries and a nacho cheese style sauce, so that's on the docket. i'm currently in a pause on consuming yarn for a blanket… hadta buy new because my stash ran out.

tagging.... @jabberwockypie, @nothowtheforceworks, @scorpiarius94, and anyone else who wants to?

#tag game #current things #this is the first post i've done on the browser in an age #i hate it here

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tarithenurse · 2 years

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Accidental Partners - 9

Fandom: MCU Pairing: Sam Wilson &/x fem!reader Contents: Inaccuracies when it comes to legal procedures and court etiquette. Angst and pining and fluff. A/N: Thank you for your patience!

... Reader ...

One day wasn’t enough for them. You had to sit through seven long and gruelling days before it finally was your turn to take the stand and by then you were sleep deprived, panicky, and sure that it wouldn’t work out for you.

I’m going to jail.

Experts had talked in length about the severity of your actions, how it would thwart prestigious careers of people you knew had been exploiting their positions but apparently seemed to be held unaccountable for their moral shortcomings.

Then your lawyer had started calling people in to form a defence and their appeals to the jury were impressive to say the least, making you sit and nod along with them. Murdock had done a good job (better than you could have hoped to do on your own) and you were thrilled to have someone with the know-how in your corner of the ring. And still it was unbearable. Your nerves were fried and your night haunted by images of what might come to be if you were convicted.

I knew it was a risk from the beginning, but the thought does little to comfort you.

What brings you the most peace is when you sit next to Sam on the couch in the evening, some brainless movie or TV-show on the screen, and you can feel his body heat radiating across the gap between the two of you. And during the days, all you have to do is turn your head and you see him sitting in the back of the court room, a serious frown on his brow untill it dissipates the moment you lock eyes and is replaced with a small smile and a thumbs up.

Then one day it’s your turn and the walk to the stand feels several miles long and still not long enough. From up there you can see everyone. Murdock is sitting quietly on his chair, the usual sunglasses adorning his face while Sam somehow has managed to get a seat closer to the front this time – oh, how you wish that he could be right next to you!

Hands shaking, knees almost too wobbly to carry you until the judge allows you to sit...it’s almost an Eminem song. The odd thought jars you a little, pushing you sideways out of the panic you had been heading towards as the lyrics come unbidden to your mind, bringing with them an inkling of calm that’s strengthened as your eyes meet Sam’s across the room.

... Sam ...

A part of him thinks that [Y/N] looks small as she sits in the stand while another part is proud of her for holding her head high and answering every single question without wavering – what uncertainty or guilt that the accuser might have hoped to unearth through the ordeal is nowhere to be found. And it’s not for lack of trying.

And Sam hates it.

Having been with the woman for as long as he has, he has listened to her ramble about the data she uncovered and what it means for the millions of people in general and particularly the inhabitants of a dozen towns. While the CEOs and other higher-ups are reaping the benefits and filling their pockets.

“The numbers didn’t add up,” [Y/N] answers Murdock who finally has gotten his turn to question her, “as you can see from the evidence, not even taking the tax loopholes into account, we’re still talking about millions of dollars disappearing from the budgets while maintenance and repairs are neglected.”

“And as stated when questioned by the accusers’ lawyer, all of this information was retrieved either through your work or through public records?”

“Yes.”

The accuser had spent a loooot of time to underline that the information obtained through [Y/N]’s job was confidential and that she had broken her non-disclosure agreement when leaking the records. Murdock had decided not to challenge that.

“It will make you appear stupid or incompetent,” he had explained, “and you want people to have a clear picture of your moral standing...that you are willing to sacrifice yourself for what’s right.”

“But I HAVE!” [Y/N] had insisted.

“Then stand by it. Stand by being a hero.”

At least Murdock was of use while Sam could only watch from a distance. Useless. Just there for moral support and most often failing at that too because he could say nothing to lessen the fears of the woman he cares about. He wants to hug her. To hold her tight and promise that everything will be okay. Hell, he wants to promise to be there for her forever but...at court, they are distances by etiquette and a room full of people and at home, it’s a different thought that keeps him from reaching out an arm and pulling her close – a fear of taking advantage of her distress has been growing deep within Sam recently and he’s even considered getting someone to take his place as her watcher.

...

It’s a long day. Longer than any Sam can remember. By the time he gets to bring [Y/N] home, the city lights are turning the night hazy with neon and fluorescence and a light rain is evaporating from the hot pavement.

It takes harrowing minutes to navigate through the throng of reporters that are waiting outside, many of them there simply because of Sam’s presence, but it helps when Bucky appears out of nowhere. The Winter Soldier’s menacing glare makes people back off as if they expect him to attack at any moment. Sam knows that he wouldn’t do that. [Y/N] knows too and sends him a weak smile as they hurry to the dark car that’s waiting for them. Behind the tinted windows they’re safe again.

“How’re you holding up?” Sam asks softly.

[Y/N] looks like shit to put it mildly: bags under her eyes, eyes constantly flicking about even now as they are driving through the city, and she’s thinner than when they’d first met.

“I’m glad I got through that even if it’s just the first day.”

Tomorrow she’ll have to take the stand again, this time to plead her own case to the jury. Then they deliberate.

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buckets-and-trees · 1 year

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Are We Falling

Fandom: MCU Characters/Pairings: Sam Wilson x female!Reader Word Count: 1k

Summary: It wasn’t going to be more than one date, but he’s not like anyone you’ve ever known – suddenly, unexpectedly, and dangerously becoming everything.

Content Warnings: smut with feelings, oral (f receiving), unprotected vaginal intercourse

Additional Notes: Written for @wndalovebot’s Words Written by the Sea challenge. You’ll find the prompt I snagged bolded and italicized in the dialogue. I listened to Taylor Swift’s Snow on the Beach on repeat much of the time I was composing this. You can imagine whatever you want for this reader, but I feel like this reader is over thirty, and she hasn’t been in a million relationships, but she’s also hit that stride in her life where she’s maybe come to terms with being happy with her life, doesn’t need a man, but somehow she’s crossed paths with Sam, and he just seems to fit into her life little by little over a couple of months, and she doesn’t need him, but she wants him, and that feeling can be terrifying.

You had one hand clutched to your chest and the other was twisted in the sheets as you desperately tried to catch your breath after shattering from an orgasm, decidedly looking at the ceiling and not at the man between your legs, softly caressing your hip and pressing a kiss to the tender flesh of your inner thigh.

After a moment, he began to move up your body, slowly planting more heated kisses, charting your skin methodically with his lips and fingers as he made his way upward, in no rush. One of his hands moved beneath your back, sliding up your spine, and you arched up as his fingers sought the clasp of your bra. Deftly, he managed the hooks with just the one hand, and then pulled the satin garment from your body, tossing it away, completely naked for him at last.

“Beautiful,” he whispered, his hand moving to caress one of your breasts and his lips kissing along the swell of the other breast before moving to your nipple, sucking gently, and drawing a moan from you. He grinned, but he wasn’t done with his exploratory path upwards.

The kisses he left on the center of your chest were pure and soft in a way that made your heart ache, but you couldn’t think long on that, because then when his lips moved to your neck, the heat was back.

“Still with me?”

“Mhmm,” you hummed.

“Good.”

He seemed already to know too well how to pull you apart piece by piece, continuing to do some expert work along the column of your throat and across your collar bone, and then back up.

But too soon he pulled those lips away from your skin, and you were about to pout, but he planted his forearm beside your head and leaned up over you, and the way he looked into your eyes made you forget how to breathe for a moment, his brown eyes seeping into your soul.

Finally, it was too much, your breath hitched, and you looked away as a short laugh escaped from your chest.

“What's the matter, love? You get nervous when I look at you like this?”

You had been nothing but nerves around him tonight. But did he call everyone love? His other hand came up to cup your cheek, urging you to look back at him again.

He murmured your name sweetly, another entreaty to answer him.

Your body was naked beneath him, why not just bare your soul, too?

“Yes, Sam, I’m more nervous than I’ve probably ever been in my life,” you said in a rush.

“I’m sorry, this was too fast,” he responded, rolling over to the side.

“No, no, it’s not – it’s just –“

You paused and took a deep breath, turning to face him.

“When we went on our first date, I didn’t really care, I had no expectations, I figured I’d just go out with this guy who was Captain America, and it’d be an interesting anecdote I could file away, but then it went really well,” you started.

“I thought so, too,” he agreed.

You pressed your fingers gently to his lips. You knew he could talk, he was so good at it that it was one of the things that had you wrapped up in this relationship more than any other man before him, but you needed to get your thoughts out without interruption.

“And then we started really talking, and sure it sucked that because you were out saving the world a lot our schedules didn’t line up to physically spend the time together, but maybe we got to know each other even better over all those weeks because of that. But what really made it the worst, and I really tried not to, but I still put ridiculously high stakes on this second date of ours. I was hoping I had built you up too high in my memory, and then every part of tonight just got better and better, and somehow it doesn’t feel like it’s too fast even though it might be, but I’m so nervous only because I can’t stand the thought of this not continuing. I more than like you, Sam, I–“

“No!” he interrupted. He covered your hand with his and pressed a kiss into your palm, then pulled your hands down to rest on his chest. “I’m right there with you, and I’m staying. Two dates is fast, but like you’ve already said, we’re so far past that – at least I know I am. My heart wants you and no one else.”

“Sam,” you gasped.

“If I’ve learned anything from this weird life I live, it’s not to waste a moment. I love you, and I’m saying it first so you don’t question that I mean it, and I want you to get used to me looking at you like this,” he said.

Your heart was racing, and you couldn’t help the smile that burst across your face. “I love you, too.”

“There will probably never be anything normal or conventional about being Captain America’s girlfriend, but as Sam, know that I’m yours.”

You leaned forward to capture his lips in a kiss, winding one arm around his neck to move flush against him. His hand splayed across your back, moving slowly up and down.

When you were out of breath, you broke off the kiss, and rested your forehead against his. “I don’t need normal or conventional as long as it’s real.”

“Never doubt it, love. You wanting me as much as I’m wanting you feels impossible, but it’s real.”

He rolled you both so he was hovering over you again.

“You have me,” you breathed against his lips. “So take me.”

He reached between the two of you, lining up his cock with your entrance, and slid into your heat, just like he’d slid into every bit of your soul. It was exquisite, and beyond the physical, you knew this moment was everything, and you were ready to fall and never let him go.

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