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#The Falcon And The Winter Solider
dailymarvelgifs · 7 months
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So, we're a couple of guys....
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underwhelmingalchemist · 11 months
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iadoreoldermen · 1 year
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Your wish is my command
Reader x tfatws Bucky Barnes
Summary: On Bucky and Y/N's anniversary, Bucky is needy for his mommy. Y/N helps him. ;) (this summary sucks, I know)
WARNINGS: 18+ NSFW MDNI SMUT, softdom!reader, subby!bucky, pet names (baby, doll, bubba etc.), slight mommy kink, oral m recieveing, p in v sex. I also thought this was going to be short but it turned out to be a whole slowburn.
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You woke up to the feeling of Bucky's lips all over your face, leaving soft kisses everywhere. You started smiling ear-to-ear when he kissed your neck. What a way to start the day.
-Happy anniversary baby. -Bucky murmured into your neck and stayed there. His voice was still raspy from sleeping.
-Happy anniversary to you too, Buck, I can't believe it's been a year already. -You said as you played with his short brunette locks.
You started smiling even more if that's possible, when you remembered last night's events. Bucky planned a little date on the boat that Sam, him and you renovated. You cried on the spot. And no, that didn't finish there. Absolutely. Not. He made your favourite food, bought your favourite flowers. For the gift, he got you both 2 matching pairs of rings and you know he doesn't wear much jewelery but when you told him that he should wear more rings, he obeyed. He trusts you so damn much, he'd risk his life for you. The biggest gift of all, was when he reached behind his neck.
-I've wanted to give these to you for a while now. -He said as he unclasped his dogtags and handed them to you.
-James, I can't, -you said between soft sobs. -I..I can't baby this is..you need these, I can't just grab them from you. -You started babbling and sobbing even more but your emotional moment was interrupted by the feeling of Bucky's lips on yours.
-I don't fucking need them anymore..you've helped me heal, and make me 'James' again and I'm really thankful for that, -he got the tags out of the loose grip of your hands and put them on you. -They look way better on you. -You continued sobbing. -Hey, hey Y/N. -He cradled your head to his chest. -It's okay, God I love you so much. Shhh..-He grabbed the backs of your thighs and lifted you up so he could see your face properly.
-I love you even more.. -You said kissing him.
-I don't think that's possible.
-Oh but it is..
-Let me show you how much I love you.....
Y/N! You with me?
Wha- oh.. Yeah, umm what were you talking about? -Well, this is embarrasing, you thought.
-I was just telling you that since Sam and I are still 'undercover' or some shit, we can't really go out this evening. I'm so sorry. -He said and looked away from you, ashamed that you can't go out like a normal couple.
-Baby, it's okay, yesterday was enough. Also you're doing your job so I have no right to be upset, okay? -You assured him. -Now let's get up, I have something in mind-He whined at that, buried his face into your chest and tightened his grip on your waist.
-Nooo, just 2 more minitues. Please. -He murmured.
-'Kay baby boy. -You agreed. For those two minitues you were deep in thought, remembering yesterday night, the way he touched you, your core clenching around nothing...
-Time to get up. -You said, Bucky whimpered again. You lifted his face and looked at him sternly.
-Okay, okay, I'll get up. -He huffed out and stood up. You made grabby hands at him to help you up, which he gladly did. You waddled out to the bathroom with his hand in yours. He started washing his face and you admired his back muscles and biceps flexing. God you loved him so much.
-What's going on in that pretty, little head of yours, huh? -He asked.
-Nothin'.. -He looked at you seriously. -..just how much I wanna fuck you right now. -He moved closer to you, lifting your head to look at him. -But we have to get ready, c'mon. -You teased him like this really often, but he still didn't get used to it totally. You made him beg. You looked at him in the mirror and chuckled, seeing the pouty face he was giving you. You just smirked and shook your head.
You started doing your makeup, but was too distracted when he started leaving love bites on your neck.
-Behave, I have things to do. -You said under your breath as a groan left your lips when Bucky bit your neck harshly.
-But mommy...I need you..-he whispered in your ear, sending shiwers down your spine. -Please..- okay that's it, you thought. You lifted his face from your neck and smashed your lips into his and pulled back after mere seconds, fiddling with the tags on your neck.
-Y'know...-you started.. -you are naughty and don't listen to me so..I don't think you deserve it. -you said with a huge grin on your face as Bucky let a high pitched whine escape his lips.
-But, mommy..-He murmured as he kneeled down in front of you. -Please, please, please. -You chuckled at his neediness.
-Hold on, baby, hold on. Mommy's gotta brush her hair. -You said and leaned over his kneeling form to reach for your brush. You brushed through your h/c locks and grabbed his face in your palms.
-Are you going to behave for mommy? -he nodded hastily, kissing your tummy. -Use your words hun. -you teased.
-I'll be good mommy I swear, please please please! -he whined.
-Please what? Tell me. -you lived for the change in his expressions, going from pouty and whiny to being a full on tease with a smirk on his stubbled face.
-I want you to do something with me, please, it tingles.. -he murmured the last part so you asked him: -What tingles? -He just looked down, and when you saw what he was looking at, you almost moaned. He was grabbing himself through his pajama pants.
-Oh you greedy little boy..Let's see what we can do to help those so called tingles go away. -He looked at you with puppy eyes as he nodded slowly.
-Stand up for me, yeah good boy. -He didn't think it was possible to become even harder, but he eventually did at your praise, he loved being your good boy. -What should we do, hmm? -You slipped his pants down to his ankles and he kicked them off.
-Oh my, you really are stiff. -You said as you held him in your hand. He groaned loudly when you tugged at his cock a little. -You like when mommy does that huh? How about this? -You asked as you spit in your hand and started stroking him.
-Fuck yeah..S'good momma. -He moaned. -So so good. Please don't stop.. -He grabbed your head and tried to guide your head down his lenght.
-Nu-uh, mommy's in control right? -You asked as you slowed the ministrations of your hand. He just nodded with a pout. You slapped his thigh and asked again:
-Right?
-Yes, mommy. -He whined and bit slightly on his fist.
-That's my good boy. -And with that you took all of him down your throat. He was not ready for that, even if he was begging for it. He didn't think it was possible to feel more pleasure, but that thought flew out the window when you started rubbing his balls.
-Oh, y-yes, mommy! -He whined. You moved your mouth to suck on his tip only for a mere fraction of seconds and then took him down all at once, his tip kissing your throat.
-I'm gonna come, can I come mommy? -Poor baby was so spent, his voice cracked mid-sentence as tears fell down his cheeks.
-Mhmm..-You hummed in response, as soon as Bucky heard that, he realesed in the confines of your mouth, groaning and whining as pure bliss consumed him. You looked up at him through your lashes as you swallowed, he groaned at the sight. When you made sure you milked every drop from him, you released his cock from your mouth and stood up.
-Did it feel good hun? -You asked as you cupped his face in your hands.
-Yes mommy. -You kissed him so he could taste himself. He moaned into your mouth and grabbed the backs of your thighs. You could feel him getting hard again as you jumped and locked your leg around his narrow waist. You could feel a slight change in his behaviour, but you went with it. He carefully dropped you down on your bed and crawled on top of you while leaving kisses on your body every now an then. When he came face-to-face with you, he kissed you passionately while dipping his hand in the thin material of your underwear.
-Mommy enjoyed sucking me off a litlle too much don't you think? -He asked as he teased your folds with his now slick fingers.
-You don' even need any prepping do you?
-Just fuck me baby. -You moaned as he pulled your panties down. He also undid his your shirt hastily to get a look at your breasts.
-Perfect boobs mommy, can I suck 'em while I make love to you? Please? -He asked and you whined an almost unhearable 'yes' and with that he entered you fully with one thrust. You were still sore from yesterday so tears welled in your eyes quickly. Bucky noticed and slowed the movements of his hips immediately.
-You okay princess? -He asked, worrying about you.
-Y-yes, hurts a bit, don't stop. -You whimpered.
-Are you sure, I don't want to hurt you. -He slowed down completely.
-Oh for fucks sake James! -You shouted and before he could even register what you were doing, you held his waist tightly with your legs, and flipped you both over and started riding him with such power it knocked the air out of his lungs.
-Damn baby, fuck..
-Told ya not to stop, this is what you get. -You said and brought his hands up above his head and held him down. You grinded on him in figure eights slowly to tease him, knowing that he couldn't guide you since his hands were trapped in yours. After a while you got tired of his constant begging so you started mercilessly riding him.
-God, yes baby, filling me up so good. -You both moaned and it was borderline pornographic, you loved it. He leaned forward and captured one of your nipples in his mouth, licking it sloppily when his mouth opened to groan.
-I'm so close Buck, so good for mommy, aren't you. -You asked moaning at the sight of him, looking up at you through his lashes and nibbling on your nipple. He nodded quickly and whined a 'yeah' around your breast.
-Come with me, c'mon baby, I can feel you throbbing, let go.. -You said, grunting as the wave of pleasure and euphoria hit you. Seconds later you felt him coming too.
-Such a good boy for me. -You said as you realesed his hands from your grip so you could lace your fingers together. You made sure you rode your highs out and you slowed your hips, until you stilled fully. When you released Bucky's hands they were instantly on you, as he pulled you close to his body. He whined when you tried to wiggle out of his grip.
-I'm just going to the bathroom baby. We gotta clean up with something. -He whined again.
-James. -You scolded lifting his face to look at you. He whined but let go of your torso.
-Fuck..-you hissed as you got off him. You waddled out to the bathroom for a wet rag so you could clean up. When you were done you entered the bedroom to see Bucky in the same position as before but his eyes were open. You grinned at him as he made grabby hands at you. You sat down beside him and started cleaning his thighs first but when you got to his cock he hissed and whimpered.
-I know, I know.. -You cooed, pushing some of his hair that was stuck to his forehead out of his face. -You're sensitive, I know bubba.. -You soothed, voice soft. You threw the rag in the laundry and went back to him.
-I love you s'much mommy. -He mumbled to you when you moved laid down next to him on the bed.
-I love you too bubba. Ready for some cuddles? -You asked him in a voice so soft and happy, he thought he'd melt on the spot. He nodded and mumbled a small 'yes mommy' and that's all you needed to pull him close to your chest and start rubbing his upper back with one of your hands while the other played with his hair.
-Can we just stay here all day and cuddle? -He asked, voice slurred from pure exhaustion.
-Well, we have nothing else to do so I guess, yeah...I love you so much Bucky.
-I love you more Y/N.
-I doubt that.
A/N : Phew, that's long, it's cute tho, I hope you'll enjoy this as much as I did writing it.
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xvivinx · 8 months
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wwilsonbarness · 28 days
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when we get home
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pairings:  sam wilson x bucky barnes 
summary: Bucky opens up to Sam about his past.
warnings: mentions of sexual assault, mention of Bucky’s being held by HYDRA, flufff
word count: 1271
a/n: i’m trying to get back into writing so this isn’t written the best but I really wish we got a conversation like this in the show :( 
Feedback, likes and reblogs are much appreciated :) 
I do not give permission for my work to be copied, reposted or translated on any other platform.
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“Are we gonna talk about it?” Sam almost whispers. Not one word had been spoken between them since they arrived at Sharon's safehouse. 
Bucky doesn’t move his eyes from his hands where he was playing with his fingers. “Talk about what?” 
“You know what.” Bucky takes a deep breath, he wishes he didn’t know. He knows already that him and Sam aren’t really friends, yet something in him feels safe enough to open up to him.
Sam moves closer to Bucky, close enough that their thighs brush together. “Buck..” 
Bucky can feel his eyes grow wetter as the flashbacks of his time at Hydra flash through his mind. He turns to Sam and looks into his eyes, they’re full of trust, full of care. “I just.. I haven’t spoken about that with anyone before.” 
“Look, you don't have to talk about it.. just know that you can anytime and I’ll listen.” 
“You won’t judge me? Or look at me any different?” 
Sam shoots Bucky a slight smile. “I promise.” 
“I only remember parts.. a lot of my time with Hydra is still full of gaps, it comes back sometimes at random times but I remember..” Bucky pauses for a second and tries to think of a way to word this.
Sam puts his hand on Bucky’s thigh and squeezes slightly. Once his hand makes contact he worries he might have overstepped but Bucky leans into his touch and pushes those concerns away. 
“At first when they found me in the snow it wasn’t bad, I honestly felt relieved that I had been found, but then they told me who they were and I knew I wasn’t safe. I noticed too late, there was no way for me to escape. They locked me in a room and left me there for what felt like days. Food and water would appear in my room but I never saw anyone come in or out. I later found out that they would put gas into my room to knock me out.” Bucky feels like he is going off topic but Sam reassures him he’s okay to continue. 
“Once they’d gotten in my head with those damn words, they controlled everything I did. They would use me for their missions as you know, but it didn’t stop there. At one point, I don’t even know when but they moved me to a room and it had windows. At first I thought this was a good thing but then I realised they were only one way windows. I couldn’t see out but they could see in.”
Sam didn’t say anything but nodded, urging Bucky to continue. 
“They would take turns coming into my room, one at a time but I could hear the others on the other side of the window. They made me do different things and I’m still putting the pieces together but I remember one in particular. He would make me stand right in front of the mirror and take my clothes off.” Bucky felt Sam tense beside him and looked at him, checking if he should continue. Sam’s heart melted at Bucky, even at his most vulnerable he was checking on others. 
“It’s okay, only keep going if you want to.” 
Bucky nodded before continuing. “Once I had my clothes off, sometimes he would make me..” Bucky’s voice grew smaller and smaller as he continued, so much so, Sam could almost not hear him. “He would make me touch myself, whilst they all watched. I could hear them laughing, like they were enjoying themselves. The guy in the room, he would keep telling me what to do but he would stop right before I..” Sam gave Bucky a look of understanding, Bucky was thankful he didn't have to say it. “He would do it over and over again, never letting me finish.” Bucky cringed slightly at his wording but kept going. “Once they'd had their fun they’d just leave me there in pain.” 
Bucky suddenly felt like he had to defend himself. “And it’s not like I wanted to.. but anything would have been better than having to wait it out.” 
Sam can feel his anger rising, thinking back to earlier in the night. Zemo asking Bucky to go back into that mindset and let him touch him was uncalled for. He felt guilty for letting it happen even though deep down he knew it had to happen. Still he made a mental note to apologise to Bucky when the time was right.
“It’s okay, you don’t have to defend yourself. I can’t imagine how hard that would've been.” Bucky felt relieved at that, he almost felt silly for thinking Sam would judge him but after a second he realises probably not everyone would react this way. He really was grateful for having Sam. He made him feel safe and listened to so he kept going. 
“There was another man, he only came in a few times and he would touch me.. but…” Bucky took a deep breath and paused for only a moment. “He wouldn’t use the words. He just told me to lie down and I would do it. I just let him.” 
Sam didn’t want to interrupt Bucky but he couldn’t let him blame himself for that. “Bucky.. That wasn't your fault. Whether he used the words or not, it was against your will.”
“But I could have stopped him, If i’d just been toughe-”
“Bucky no. Please listen to me when I say this.” Sam shifts sideways slightly and grabs Bucky’s hands. He looks up into Bucky’s eyes and continued. “None of what happened to you is your fault, you had no choice in what happened.” 
Bucky can feel a tear run down his face before he can stop it. He quickly brings his hand up and wipes it away. “I’m sorry for this. I know you probably don’t want to hear about it.”
“Buck” Sam chuckles lightly. “I like to think we’re close enough now that we can vent to each other. This is gonna be pretty tough if we can’t.”
This brought a little smile to Bucky’s face. “Thank you for listening to me Sam, and thank you for not looking at me like I'm some freak.”
“You’re not a freak. You’ve been through a lot, that doesn’t make you a freak, that makes you strong. I know this was hard to look back on but I’m glad you felt safe enough to..with me. I’m here for you okay? From now on, we have each other's backs, no matter what.” 
“I’m here for you too. You can talk to me, I know I’ve been a bit of a dick in the past but I promise I got you. You can talk to me about anything, I know you’ve been through a lot too. It must be ha-” 
Before Bucky could finish speaking, the door swings open and Zemo walks in. “Gentleman.” Bucky pulls away from Sam and wipes his face once more, he absolutely does not want Zemo to crack any jokes about this. He shoots Sam an apologetic look but there's no need, Sam understood and nodded slightly to show that. “ Are you two ready to leave? We’re waiting.” 
Sam and Bucky both clear their throat before standing up. Both mumbling a response that sounds like a mixture of “Yes” and “Let’s go” 
Zemo leaves the room first and Bucky goes to follow but not before looking back at Sam and grabbing his hand. 
“When we get home.” They both smile slightly and Sam squeezes Bucky’s hand. 
Sam nods before responding “When we get home.”
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averagehorrorgirl · 3 months
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Angel Wings (pt.2)
Paring: Zemo x reader
Summary: As an ex Avenger you remain hidden in your mountain top oasis away from the world that was so empty to you, so it was rather strange when none other then James aka Bucky asks for your help, of course curiosity gets the better of you and you agree.
Warnings: smut, thats all. Just porn. 
Part one
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A sharp inhale escaped Zemo, who wasted no time in kissing you back. Injured wings or not, you wanted him so terribly. Your hands moved against his chest, desperate and flighty. What started out as a more tender kiss quickly escalated into raw passion, lips tangled together, hands flying and scurrying to new places. Zemo stopped, momentarily breaking the kiss as his hands stop around your jaw as his thumbs caress your cheeks. “Are you not scared? Distrusting?” He asks you quietly, it was barely a whisper. 
 His hands would come to rest on either side of your throat, thumbs pressed against your jaw, caressing against your soft skin. Open-mouthed, you brazenly kissed him back, hands flying to the hem of his turtleneck this time around. You gave it a brusque tug, loosening it enough to where your fingers graced his waist.
The Baron murmured into your ear, teeth grazing against the sensitive shell. As innocuous as the question sounded, his sultry tone sent tingles up your spine, excitement spiking within your gut. Heat began to pool between your thighs, a familiar sensation that indicated your arousal. With another engaging kiss, you felt his tongue threaten to slip into your parted lips, a breathy moan eliciting from you. Zemo was a vigorous lover, passionate as ever — he gave you everything you wanted and more. A dance and clash of both tongues and mouths resulted in a stalemate, with him biting upon your lower lip, that hand squeezing a bit upon your throat. “Undress me.” Your voice cut through, as sharp a knife. You wanted it to be slower this time, your gaze lascivious as could be. The sultry edge to your voice certainly gave Zemo pause, but he began to obey without an objection. His hands curled into your shirt, mindful of the location of your wound as he removed it, tugging it over your head. His lips pressed themselves to your neck, aiming to leave a hickey in an unoccupied space. “Look at you, minze,” Zemo purred, kissing your jugular with a devilish smirk. “Gaining your confidence, I see.” The Baron knew exactly what he was doing now, one hand slipping from your throat to your pants. “How long will it last?” He hummed, fingers curling into the waistband. Not a moment was wasted as he tugged the garment down, working them along the length of your legs. You assisted, kicking them off and discarding them elsewhere. Zemo would never forget the look upon your face when he sank down to his knees before you, lifting your legs up onto his shoulders. It was a complete and utter surprise, coupled with adoration. The flush of scarlet that rose to your skin, spreading from visage to collarbone was a most delightful sight to him. Warm lips met your inner thighs, showering them in tender kisses to begin with. Spreading your legs just a bit further, the Baron comfortably accommodated himself between them, face nestled at the cleft between your thighs. Your fingers immediately maneuvered themselves into his hair, back arching as his tongue made contact with your slit. One hand would creep up along your thigh, dipping down a bit to rub slow, steady circles against your clit. A breathy moan tore past your mouth — and then you remembered Sam sleeping outside of these doors. Faced with yet another challenge of how quiet you could be, Zemo’s tongue would split past your folds, greedily lapping up whatever nectar you’d given him. It would flick against your clit, thumb stopping the circling of your bud in order to tease you, shifting your legs upon his shoulders. Your breath hitched within your throat, and what would’ve been a myriad of flustered, pleasured noises were lowered to mere needy, desperate whimpers. You shifted, bringing your hips down onto his mouth. You could almost feel that smirk, hand clamping tightly around one of your thighs as he nudged it apart once more. Without pause and with vigor, Zemo devoured you, tongue moving from flicks and long stripes to thrusting against you, breath hot as it fanned out upon your inner thighs. His thumb promptly returned to provide you with that sensation against your clit even still, his pace having climbed from slow and steady to something more intense.Struggling to steady yourself against the rim of the tub, you nearly squealed when one digit slipped inside of you. His tongue lashed against your clit, exchanging places, one pleasure to the next. You were red in the face, eyes closed, teeth biting down upon your lower lip as you struggled to contain your noises. There was an excitement and relentlessness as he dragged his tongue up the length of your cunt for yet another taste, enough to make you see stars. The feeling was explosive, a blazing fire set within the pit of your stomach. Your legs were trembling, quivering like leaves as Zemo pushed one more time, lips pursing around your clit. It sent you over the edge, writhing and squirming as he attempted to hold you steady. You reached your pinnacle, orgasm hitting you hard. The mess you made was likely something embarrassing, but Zemo’s tongue would correct some of the damage, more or less. When his face emerged from between your legs, his hawkish stare had returned. He’d wipe off his mouth with the back of his hand, a twinkle within his eye as he eased you back down onto the floor. Your poor legs were shaking. “Irresistible,” Zemo purred, hands moving to your chest in order to remove your brassiere. The garment proved to be nothing more than a small obstacle, being flung with carelessness toward the floor. “You taste delightful.” He was teasing and toying with you now, smirking impishly as he felt your hands move to his belt. You were desperate to see him, practically craving the skin upon skin contact. “You’re slow,” You mumbled, unable to withhold your playful grin as you tugged his belt off. Zemo tugged you into his lap, allowing you that sensation you’d been yearning for all this time. Breathless and speechless, you draped your arms across his shoulders, fingers idly combing through his hair. The closeness was addictive, and you jumped a bit when his hand brazenly grabbed at your backside, lips twitching into a smirk. The pad of his thumb traced across your lower lip again, a familiar gesture that always filled you with butterflies. You could feel his length pressed snugly against your thigh, and as you deliberately released his thumb from your mouth, lips were clashing again. His hands grabbed at your hips, lifting you up slightly, water sloshing around a bit as the two of you clamored for friction, gliding against one another. Zemo swallowed your wanton moan with a heated kiss, continuing to maneuver you until his cock pressed against your slit. Biting upon your lower lip, you finally lowered yourself with a sudden force, causing the both of you to groan, faces pressed together. Zemo was smirking, though — he absolutely loved whatever it was you just did. Holding some measure of leverage over him, dangling it like a treat for a dog. Rolling your hips downwards, you felt his fingers direct your face towards his, lips clashing again with a fury. He immediately resumed prior dominance, biting at your lower lip, guiding you down onto his cock. With one hand splayed against your hips, the other came to trace along your spine, caresses that made you shiver in delight. The rhythm was slow at first, initially awkward for you, but Zemo was confident in leading you into a more comfortable pace. Another crash of your hips drove him deeper inside of you, the action setting your nerves ablaze. Of course, your lips didn’t stay tangled together for too long, either. Tangled against your hips, that wandering hand slipped to grab a handful of your ass this time, rough and unyielding as he began to bring you down with each lift of your hips. A strangled whimper escaped you, and the fullness you’d felt made you dizzy with desire. It turned from something intense to something rough and fervent, water becoming a bit turbulent. Bodies were snug together, and Zemo’s mouth hadn’t left your chest just yet, lips capturing one of your nipples. Zemo’s impish smirk from around your breast made you tense up, lips falling apart just slightly. You brought one hand to the back of his head, fingers threading throughout damp hair as your head lolled backwards, eyes fluttering shut. Your riding had eventually calmed down, to the point where him merely being inside of you was enough to drive you up the walls. As you tried to move again to get off, the Baron firmly held you in place, cock buried deep inside of you. Zemo began to move faster, developing a passionate, enthusiastic pace as his cock pumped in and out of you, leaving you awestruck and seeing stars. The hand that clutched underneath your jaw left you absolutely breathless, your gaze pleasantly half-lidded and mouth agape. One of your legs secured itself around his hips, a squeak leaving you as his teeth skimmed across the sensitive flesh around your jugular. Lips clashed again, swallowing up any noises as his cock buried itself inside of you. Your back arched slightly, Zemo’s mouth assaulting your neck and collarbone again. A small sliver of you was terrified that Sam or Bucky would wake up, but you were attempting to keep tabs beyond the curtain. With another perfect roll of his hips, his length drove into you again and again, slow yet buried completely. Muffling and suppressing noise was the hardest thing for you, toes curling in delight.Seeing stars, you became loose, body twitching and shuddering as you came. Zemo happened to follow suit, the grip upon your throat loosening enough, your faces pressed closely together. A thin layer of perspiration had developed upon you, even if you were cold from being naked. Coming down from the intensity of your orgasm, the Baron pulled out of you with a lewd pop, hastily collecting himself and his appearance.
You smile at the Baron wrapping your wings around him as if making a protective wall around him and the world. Just for a moment it was just you and him, on the balcony tucked away from the world. 
“I think I love you.”
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cillianate · 1 year
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dancin' round the kitchen, in the refrigerator light.
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(gif is not mine, credit to owner!!!)
pairing: bucky barnes x fem!reader
warnings: smoking (don't smoke, say no to drugs kids!!), nightmares, slight nudity, a mention of cancer, mentions of torture, mentions of murd3r, pretty much everything winter soldier.
summary: bucky wakes up in the middle of the night after a nightmare and aches to hold his girlfriend.
content type: blurb, one-shot
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The bright red text on the digital clock read- 2:37 AM. Bucky sat up panting, his chest gleamed with sweat. As he breathed heavily, he became suddenly aware of the non-existent mellow breathing that would usually calm him down in a time like this. You weren't there. As he patted around the bed looking for you, he became increasingly worried.
Just as he got out of the bed to rummage the apartment for you, a cough comes from your balcony. Realization crossed over him. He padded his way over, donning only blue and white checkered boxers.
There you were, sitting on the railing of the balcony that over looked Brooklyn, a cigarette lodged between your index and middle finger. Your body was covered in goosebumps, made more prominent by your lack of clothing. Only your underwear and Bucky's 'The Smiths, Hatful of Hollow' T-Shirt covered your figure.
"Doll," he said, his voice coming out frailer than he had intended, "why are you up?"
"Buck. Sorry, did I wake you?" You had said, immediately putting out your cigarette.
"No its fine. I just had a nightmare. Woke up and you were gone." He calmed you. He strode to you slowly, planting his hands on your hips once he reached you.
"Oh, i'm so sorry, babe. Do you want to talk about it?" You apologized, gladly embracing him when he folded his head into your neck. The scruf he had grown over the last few months ticked your soft skin, making you let out a soft breath.
"No, it's fine. Same as usual, y'know? I get tortured, I kill someone. Whatever. Just wanted to hold you." He spoke, his deep voice rang through your body.
"It's not nothing, James. But I won't pester you. I'm here now for all of your holding needs." You responded. His eyes now looked into yours as he had separated his head from your neck.
He brought your foreheads together and said, "You should quit, those things are cancer machines."
"I know." And that was that. It was a conversation that had been brought up before, but the idea had always been that, an idea.
There, in the crisp fall air, Bucky held you for what felt like hours. The cold left both you long ago, the others body heat warming their counterpart plenty. The pair of you swayed back and forth as a silent oath of "I have you, and we'll be alright."
"We should head inside, just because I can't get sick doesn't mean I want you getting pneumonia." He said as he grabbed your rosy hand.
"But Buck, i'm not tired." You whined, as he all but dragged you back into the loft apartment.
"Well I didn't say we had to sleep, now did I, doll?" He said smugly, that smirk you'd come to know so well stretching over his tan face.
Bucky let go of your hand as he flicked on the small stereo that had found its place on your counter many months ago.
The soft lullaby of 'Graceland Too' by Phoebe Bridgers graced your ears, being the last song you had listened to from yours and Bucky's mix tape.
Bucky grabbed your waist softly, pulling you into his chest. You wrapped your arms gracefully around his neck as he swayed you slightly to the music.
For the next hour, you and Bucky danced around in the kitchen illuminated by the refrigerator light. Your serene moment soundtrack to songs you adored such as: All I Need To Hear by The 1975, False God by Taylor Swift, and Smoke Signals by Phoebe Bridgers. And though Bucky refused to admit he listened to anything other than Louis Armstrong, he silently loved them too.
Actually, he loved everything you loved. He loved you. He would shout it from any rooftop without being asked. You were his lifeline. The moment he met you, he promised himself he'd do anything to be able to hold you. Now that he could, he wouldn't be silent about it. And he wasn't.
"I love you." He whispered into your hair as he lulled you into relaxation.
"I love you too, Buck."
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senior-chicken · 1 year
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When the weird Bad batch (feat. codywan) dream you're having suddenly turns into Sam and Bucky kissing:
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The New Cap 
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Sorry, I pressed a button and sent you that last ask before i finished it Can you delete it? That line you mentioned in your last answer, where Bucky says "I remember every kill"- just doesn't make sense in terms of the continuty. Wasn't his memory wiped between every mission specifically so he couldn't remember? Also, if you are passing so much electricity through the brain of a human that they are literally screaming in agony and have to have a mouthgaurd put in to stop them biting their own tongue off with the pain--- that is going to have serious effect on their brain and body.
If the guy who had that done to him says he can remember everything then either:
a) The torture didn't work or
b) He's actually lying: was saying that he remembered it a condition of his pardon, or something? I agree: the way his trauma was treated - just wasn't great. In the first couple of episides, it seemed like it was being addressed- but then they seem to have forgotten about it and got caught up in the whole catching the terrorists storyline, and then the racial inequality storyline with Sam. The final scenes with Bucky telling that sweet old Japanese guy what happened to his son seemed to be added as an afterthought when they deserved *much* more time. Bucky was clearly deeply upset just at the memory: his voice was cracking and he sounded like he was going to start crying. We should have seen more of the reaction and the impact.
it seems to me that if he was *that* distressed at just reliving the memory of one kill he could not have remembered all of them because it would have overwhelmed him and probably tipped him over the edge. ...and the therapist. Just don't get me started. I hate the way that the show treated therapy as something that was either funny or annoying. Can we just for *once* see a male character going to therapy and it being depicted as a positive or beneficial experience? Instead of just denying or ignoring their trauma and internalizing it.
Honestly, the problem is writers who don't understand how PTSD works, don't know how trauma impacts people, and don't understand that men not admitting how much they are hurting isn't being "strong".
Done, no worries!
"If the guy who had that done to him says he can remember everything then either: a) The torture didn't work or b) He's actually lying: was saying that he remembered it a condition of his pardon, or something?"
Personally? I think it's both to some extent. I always think of it more as, there has to be a reason that Hydra had to keep performing the brainwashing/conditioning, and keep using the trigger words to keep him at bay. He's a super-soldier, and has the healing factor, so he'll recover far quicker and more effectively than anyone else subjected to the conditioning. Where a non-super-soldier might not have even survived, Bucky did, and I think it's very telling that as soon as he stops getting the conditioning, he starts remembering things.
So despite all of the work and pain that Bucky has had to do to even begin undoing this damage, Hydra's methods had cracks in them, and that's why Bucky's able to remember things. Even with that, there was still extensive damage, and maybe he really doesn't remember as much as he claims. Again, to go back to my previous responses, this is a guy who was reduced to a state where he couldn't, wasn't allowed to, remember who he was, and in the wake of that, has not been given the help he needs and fears he's a monster.
Then there's the dreams. We know he has dreams, nightmares of the people the Winter Soldier killed, and we know they're extremely vivid. I can't really say whether he remembers names, but he for sure remembers their faces, and that's already bad enough.
And as for the distress of remembering all those kills in THAT level of detail - that's exactly why Bucky desperately needs real and competent psychological aid. Even if he doesn't remember every single kill, he clearly remembers a significant amount of them, which is hardly any better. Maybe he's already had a point where he's been overwhelmed by his memories and has since had to defend himself against them? The other option is that that point hasn't happened, but it's going to happen, because, well, the only thing that's changed is that he has people to support him now - he hasn't made other progress in terms of his mental health and the only other good thing going for him is that I assume he doesn't go back to that therapist.
Exactly. The show not only doesn't give Bucky a chance, it flat out refuses to allow him to be vulnerable and open when it matters. I can think of three scenes where that happens; the first is him telling Yori what happened to his son, the second is his talk with Sam when they're throwing the shield back and forth, and the third is that one from the dual therapy session ("If he was wrong about you then he was wrong about me."). There may be more, I haven't seen TFATWS in a while, but these are the ones that stick out to me.
The first WAS quite literally an afterthought. It's like they remembered at the last second about the old man and were like "oh crap", and then shoehorned a 2-3 minute confession scene in THAT THEY DIDN'T EVEN FINISH. Sebastian Stan's acting in that was beautiful and didn't deserve to be cut off in the middle.
The second was a step in the right direction, and it did resolve the tension between the main characters. But they didn't follow through on it, and Sam only barely got past Bucky's flippant facade there and then they were like, "aight we're done".
The third. Oh my god, the third. The potential. And it was never referenced again, iirc. The scene started out so silly, and that sudden tone shift almost saved it, but they chucked it out the window by not following through again and making light of the entire therapy.
Oh yeah - the Isaiah Bradley scene. In my eyes, that was one angry, brutally hurt and bitter character lashing out at another. That's such a good lesson for writers there on building real characters. Isaiah hated Bucky, scorned his attempts to be better, because in his eyes, he was right. Everyone's behaviour makes sense to them, and everyone has reasons for that behaviour, good or bad. It's such a beautiful lesson in building characters' psyche.... or it would be, if it wasn't the view of the people writing the show just trying to belittle Bucky again.
Like, I'm not saying that Bucky doesn't make mistakes of his own, or is a perfect baby boy who can do no wrong, that people need to walk on eggshells around him or that everyone must respect him because his feelings are more important than anything else.
I am saying that he is a trauma survivor who deserves help and love and support in his healing journey, who is not getting that in the capacity that he needs. I am saying that the way this studio treats him is garbage, and the way it expects praise for treating him in that manner is vile.
Honestly, the problem is writers who don't understand how PTSD works, don't know how trauma impacts people, and don't understand that men not admitting how much they are hurting isn't being "strong".
PLEASE. PLEASE say it louder for the people in the back. On top of absolutely everything else, the way they treated Bucky was a massive mockery of male victims.
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I’m having a goddamn crisis and I feel very alone rn
Do you maybe have something comforting for me? :‘)
Awww dude I'm so sorry. I'm sort of in the same boat right now if I'm being honest. Here's some fluff that I pray will make things at least a little better. 
Warnings: overthinking...lots of it, fluff, cookies hugs and cuddling, Bucky catching feelings...reader also catching feelings.
Sequel to Two AM Feels Alright
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Bucky wasn't sure why he was at your door at three in the morning. He knew what he needed, but he just didn't know why he found himself at your door. He couldn't sleep again and before he even knew what he was doing, he was walking out of his apartment and going down the stairs to yours. Only when he raised his hand to ring the bell did his mind finally catch up with his body and realize where he was, and why he really shouldn’t be here. 
And now he was confused. No, not confused, maybe afraid. Afraid of what that meant, or perhaps how you would react. It wasn't like he was the most harmless man out there, the opposite actually. The last thing he wanted was to scare you or make you think he wanted something more from you. Never mind the hurt he'd go through if you were to reject him, he just couldn't live with himself if you were to fear his presence.
It occurs to him that he's only ever sat with you twice, once when you came to his aid at a similarly ungodly hour, and the other was when he took you out for coffee to thank you for helping him that night.
You owed him nothing, and he knew better than anyone, that being around just to be used did not feel good.
His mind nearly goes mad with overthinking, but before he can spiral even further, a loud scratching noise coming from the other side of the door snaps him out of his haze. He flinches when it goes on, causing him to take a step back before walking the other way back to the staircase. He shakes his head as he takes two steps at a time and practically stomps back to his place. As soon as he’s inside, he paces back and forth, the anxiety in his chest only spiking when he looks down at his feet and hears how much noise he’s making. He stops all of a sudden and stares at the floor, holding his breath for a few minutes before he makes his way back to his room. 
Somehow, he feels worse than before, and he changes back into his pajamas begrudgingly, not bothering to put on a shirt as he makes his way back to the living room and throws himself on the couch. He throws his head back and stares at the ceiling, hoping to find the answer to this new problem written somewhere on the smooth, white surface looking back at him. 
He doesn’t know how long he sits there, and just as his body begins to somewhat relax, he hears footsteps approaching his door. Bucky is alert within an instant, sitting up and snapping his eyes towards his door to see if it was just one of his neighbors coming back late. When the footsteps halt, Bucky immediately knows it’s you. He stands up and walks towards his door, already storming through his brain for an apology over what he’d just done. 
As soon as you knock on his door, his heart sinks in his chest and he shuts his eyes, the guilt from earlier coming back tenfold now that he’s managed to wake you up. He swallows the lump in his throat and unlocks his door, opening it a few inches and peaking through to look at you. 
“Hi!” You smile at him, and Bucky immediately thinks of the sun shining brightly in the afternoon.
“H-hello.” His voice is hoarse, and he mentally slaps himself when a shiver courses through your body and sends you shaking for a moment. He can’t help but look at your state of dress, or lack thereof, his eyes roaming down your smaller frame and the skin revealed to him. 
“Do you mind if I come in? It’s freezing out here.” You tilt your head to the side, and blink at him with hope filling your eyes. Bucky just stares at you for another few moments before he reluctantly opens his door and steps to the side. You slip in there almost immediately, unbothered by his lack of dress. You immediately walk to his microwave and open it, not bothering to do or say anything as you place two cookies on a plate and set them in the machine. 
Bucky is confused as he shuts his door, and when he turns back around and sees you jumping in your place, he feels even worse for waking you up. 
Because he’s sure he was the reason why you were not in the comfort of your warm bed, wearing flimsy pajamas in this horrible weather, and standing in his cold kitchen without anything to shield your feet from the tiles beneath you. 
“I- I’m sorry.” He doesn’t know what else to say as he comes to stand behind you, making you turn around and furrow your eyebrows at him with confusion. 
“What for?” You say as you continue to do your little jumping dance while the cookies heat up. 
“For...well-” The loud sound of the microwave cuts off whatever he was about to say and you clap your hands as you take out the cookies and place them on the counter. 
“Here, cookies always make things better.” You push the plate towards him and wait until he takes one before you grab the other one. 
“I thought hugs do that?” The words fly out of his mouth without he means to and he turns to you as he takes a bite, smiling bashfully over what he’s just said. 
“Yeah but those come after the cookies. There’s a step-by-step guide on how to make your nights easier, Bucky. First the cookies, then the hug, then the bed. Memorize that!” You pretend to be stern, and only when he cracks a smile do you return the expression and move to the couch. You sit down and sink into the pillows, the cold night air already making you wish you put something on before you ran out your apartment. 
“But seriously,” Bucky says as he stands in front of you, already finished with his cookie and debating heating up another one. “I’m sorry for- for waking you up.”
“And how do you know it was you who woke me up?” When he doesn’t respond, you realize he may have been overthinking the whole ordeal. 
“Okay, you’re right. You did wake me up, but not for the reasons you think. I- I wouldn’t have known you came to my door and stood there for so long if it weren’t for the camera I had installed a while ago.” When he groans and walks around to sit beside you, you laugh at the embarrassment clearly making him refuse to look at you.
“And my stupid cat was scratching the door like a caveman trying to create fire...but anyway, the camera notifies me when someone is at the door. I- I had issues with someone a while back and I had to get it for safety purposes.” You’re not sure why you’re telling him all of this but you figured that he was trustworthy considering how this was the second time you are over at his place at such an odd hour. 
“Are you okay? Did someone hurt you? Do you need me to-” He turns to you and blurts out question after another, making your chest tighten from how protective he suddenly is over you. 
“Bucky, please. He’s not a problem anymore, I promise.” You notice him flinch when you say ‘he,’ and he sighs heavily before looking to the floor again. 
“I’m sorry, I- I must have scared you standing there. You- I swear I wasn’t trying anything. I didn’t know where I was until...until I was about to ring your doorbell and then I realized how weird it’ll be if I just showed up at your door now and-” The words die in his throat as soon as he feels your hand reach for his own and bring it back to you leg. 
“Bucky, I know. I know you’d never hurt me, and I didn’t think that when I looked at the camera. It’s- well, it’s why I came. You looked in distress and I knew you probably didn’t ring because you thought you’d scare me. My fucking cat didn’t help either.” You giggle when he chuckles at you and finally meets your gaze. 
“You know, I almost choked from laughing so hard when I saw you flinch over the sounds she was making.” That gets another laugh out of him and you look down and start tracing the veins across his hand to distract yourself from how handsome he looks when he smiles. 
“Why...why did you come?” His voice is hopeful, if a little curious, and it’s your turn to feel embarrassed. 
“I- I like to help. And I could tell you weren’t feeling so good so I just got out of bed and grabbed the cookies I made. Now that I think about it, it’s probably even weirder that I invited myself over in the middle of the night...again.” You chuckle and avoid looking at him, knowing that it was going to be difficult to look into his eyes and not give yourself away. 
When his hold tightens around your hands, you stop mapping the lines across his hand and look to the side. 
“And...I enjoy your company, even though we’ve only ever sat with each other twice...three times now technically.” 
“Doll,” the pet name pulls your focus immediately to him, and as soon as you look up, you find smiling softly at you, the expression much different than all the other ones he’s graced you with. This was not a shy smile, or a self-deprecating one. No, this was a genuine expression, born out of gratitude and hopefulness. 
“Thank you.” Bucky whispers to you, the sound so intimate to your ears that it makes you throw yourself at him. He’s surprised in the beginning before he wraps his arm around you to bring you closer. Whereas you hugged him out of necessity last time, you were now wishing he never lets go of you. And even though you knew you should probably keep things strictly friendly, you couldn’t help but tilt your head and nuzzle into his neck when you felt his hand tighten around your waist. 
“Darling, I-” Bucky wants to tell you that he should probably go and put on a shirt but your arms tighten around him, and he feels your heartbeat drum wildly against your chest. A part of him wishes it’s because he had a similar effect on you as you had on him, but he doesn’t bother to go down that road, afraid he’d be disappointed when you tell him you were just being friendly. 
For a fraction of a second, he forgets about his metal arm, and he wraps it around your back as well to feel you against every inch of him. But then you gasp and Bucky lets go immediately, pushing you away from him and beginning to apologize for making you feel uncomfortable.
 “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-”
“You need to stop apologizing for being yourself.” You shut him up, and pout when he stares blankly at you. 
“But you- it doesn’t make you uncomfortable?”
“No, it was just cold. But I’m sure it’ll warm up later.” You’re not really aware of what you’re saying, and you stand up abruptly and look around the living space for a moment. 
“Is something wrong?” Bucky asks, his heart threatening to leap out of his chest at the prospect of you leaving him. 
“Where’s your bedroom?” You ask, completely missing the way Bucky’s eyes widen in shock over the random question. 
“What?”
“Your bedroom...where is it?”
Bucky thinks he’s died and gone to heaven because he never thought he’d ever hear those words from your lips. 
“It’s this way but-”
“Okay let’s go.” You don’t give him a chance to say anything else as you grab his hand and head towards the hallway to the left. Only when you reach his bedroom door do you realize how many boundaries you’ve probably crossed and you let go of his hand. 
“God, I’ve done it again, didn’t I?”
“What?” Bucky is amazed how many times he’s asked that question so far this night, but he’s not really sure what’s happening or why you’re being so comfortable with him so he thinks it’s best you explain yourself before he assumes the worst.
“I keep assuming what you need without asking you what you actually need, and I feel like that’s not good.” Ever since he came back, Bucky was always told what he should and shouldn’t do, and it occurs to him that you may be the first person to ever stop and think of the implications behind your actions and how they affect him. 
“I- I need you...to stay with me. It’s- it’s why I came to you earlier. I just want you to sit with me, that’s all.” There’s so much more he wants to say but he can’t really find the words right now because you were literally in his bedroom, asking him what he thinks will make him feel better. 
“Okay. And how do you want me right now?” The innuendo doesn’t go unnoticed by either of you, but Bucky figures that it’s best if he answers your question honestly than joke about it so he reaches down and takes your hand in his own. He mirrors your earlier actions and traces the soft lines in the palm of your hand, waiting until he can keep his breathing under control before responding. 
“I would really appreciate it if you...sleep with me tonight. Not- not like that. Just....sleep. It’ll make me feel less alone. But I get it if that’s not something you’re comfortable with. I just- you said you’d like to hear what I need and I don’t think lying and saying anything else will help.” 
The silence that follows is deafening and before Bucky can change his words, you walk towards his bed and slip beneath his sheets. The cover is thin but you don’t dare say anything, knowing that he might accommodate you at his expense. You lay down and wait for him to come to you, but when he remains standing, you sit up on your elbows and return the quizzical expression he was giving you earlier. 
“I should put on a shirt.” He says as he scratches the back of his neck, and if you didn’t know about him, about everything he’s gone through, you would have thought he was a young man unsure of how to come to terms with a woman in his bed. 
“Or you can do what makes you comfortable and sleep how you usually sleep.”
“But isn’t this...I don’t want you to-”
“Bucky, you’re overthinking. I know I do that when I’m sleep-deprived, and while I appreciate your concern, I think it’ll be best for the two of us that you sleep how you usually sleep and share some of your body heat with me because lord knows I will need it throughout the night.” He doesn’t respond right away and just as you’re about to tell him that he can put on a shirt if it’s that much of a big deal for him, he slips right into bed and shuts off the bedside lamp. 
The two of you lay facing each other for a few seconds before Bucky breaks the silence, one you’ve purposely placed the two of you into so he could get used to voicing his needs more with you. 
“Can you come closer?” You don’t bother answering him, already sliding closer to him until there’s barely any space between the two of you. He keeps his hands to himself but you can feel him itching to hold you so you turn to face the other way and bring your back as flush to him as possible. 
“If you want...only if you want, you can wrap your arm around me.” You breathe into the dark, night air, and for what feels like an hour, Bucky doesn’t respond or move. A few minutes later though, you feel his arm slide across your waist and around your stomach before pulling you even closer to his chest. The heat radiating off of his body warms you quicker than you thought and you decide it’s best if you go to sleep now because the last thing you wanted was to somehow, unintentionally take advantage of the proximity and do something that might make him uncomfortable with you. 
You don’t bother saying anything else, not even a ‘good night’ because you’re sure his voice might make your heart race and then you’d be back to square one.
As you allow sleep to overtake your mind, Bucky continues to look at you, or rather, the back of your head as you slowly relaxed against him. When he hears your breathing stabilize, he allows himself to relax and enjoy having you in his arms. Never in his wildest dreams did he think this moment would take place and whereas he usually thinks over every word and every gesture he took that brought the two of you here, he decides it’s best if he enjoys the feeling of finally not being alone. 
Finally having you with him, even if it was just all platonic. 
He shuts his eyes and allows his mind to rest, something so foreign to him that it overtakes his body swiftly and forces him into a deep sleep. 
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cazimagines · 2 years
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An entire year has passed since this iconic scene
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xvivinx · 8 months
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with dedication for @logicheartsoul ❤️🤍💙
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wwilsonbarness · 10 months
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pairings: bucky barnes x sam wilson 
summary: Sam takes Bucky out flying.
warnings: none, pure fluff
word count: 802
a/n: i couldn’t stop picturing this happening so I just had to write it  
Also i'm aware this is probably so inaccurate as to how to ‘fly safely’ LOL but let's just move past that
Feedback, likes and reblogs are much appreciated :) 
I do not give permission for my work to be copied, reposted or translated on any other platform.
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“Sam are you sure this is a good idea” Bucky was looking out the windows of the jet, this was a lot higher than he thought it was going to be. He could feel his heart rate rising the higher they got.
“Bucky this was your idea” Bucky stares at him, Sam was right. 
“I didn’t think we were going to be this high up” Sam started laughing at him.
“Believe it or not, the higher we start the safer it will be” Bucky continues to stare at Sam, clearly not pleased with what he is hearing. “Hey” Sam softens his tone and kneels in front of Bucky, “you trust me right?” 
“I do Sammy” Bucky looks out the window again before continuing, “it’s just reallllly high” 
“I promise you will be fine, but if you really don’t want to, I’ll ask them to take us back down in the jet” 
“No! I will do it” he may have been scared of heights but he was more scared of people thinking he was weak. “Just give me a minute” 
Sam couldn’t help but snicker at his boyfriend, “okay, we still have a couple minutes before we have to jump anyway” Bucky just nodded, Sam could tell he was internally freaking out but was trying to make himself look calm. 
“You ready?” 
“No. but let’s do it anyway, before I change my mind” 
“Okay, come here” Sam ties a harness around Bucky and explains what he has to do. “When we jump, keep holding on to these straps, I’ll tell you when to let go. When I tell you, open your arms out as wide as you can. I’ll do the rest, okay?” 
“Okay, you better not kill us” 
“Bucky I am very good at what I do, you have nothing to worry about” 
“Sam look how high we are, there are a million things to worry about” Sam reaches his head round Bucky’s shoulder and gently places a kiss on his cheek. “I promise, I’ll keep you safe” 
Bucky cracks a smile for the first time since they step foot on the jet but it doesn’t last long, “3, 2, 1, JUMP” 
“OH MY GOD Sam I wasn’t ready!!!” Bucky yelled just loud enough Sam could hear him over the wind. He goes over what Sam told him before they jumped, keep holding onto the straps he thought to himself, don’t let go. But before he could even get used to holding onto the straps Sam shouts right into his ear. 
“Put your arms out now Buck!!” 
“What?!” This was all happening so fast, but he surprisingly liked the adrenaline rush he was feeling. After he took a few seconds to process what was happening he opens his arms out. It’s only now that he actually takes in what is around him, the view was amazing, he couldn’t believe he hadn’t done this before -not that he would ever do it again, he’d rather stick to the safety of the jet.
He would probably never tell Sam how much he was enjoying it, but he had to admit to himself how good it felt, kind of like he was free from everything in that few minutes. Sam could see the slight smile forming on Bucky’s face and couldn’t help but smile with him. 
“We’re nearly down Buck, bring your arms in a bit” There was much less wind now they were lower down so Bucky actually clearly hear what Sam had said and brought his arms in slightly. 
Within 30 seconds they were on the ground, and as always Sam had a gracious landing, even with Bucky stumbling to find balance again.
“So, we going back up Buck?” 
“Nope, never again am I doing that” Sam laughs and pulls Bucky in for a hug. 
“Come on, it wasn’t that bad”
“Sam, that was so high” 
“Bucky, you're a super soldier but you're afraid of heights” Sam joked.
“You keep talking, but next time there’s a spider don’t scream for me to help you” 
“Hey!! Spiders are a big deal!” 
“You’re Captain America and your afraid of spiders, harmless little things” 
“They are far from harmless” Sam replies in the most serious tone Bucky has ever heard him speak in which made Bucky laugh, it reminded him of the last time there was a spider and Bucky came home to find Sam crawled up into a ball on the kitchen counter freaking out.
“I can’t believe I just did that” 
“You did good babe, I’m proud of you” Before Bucky could respond Sam continues, “Even if you did scream like a little girl” Bucky pulls away dramatically. 
“There’s a spider on your shoulder” Sam freaks out, flailing his arms around and screaming. Bucky walks away laughing.
“Now who’s screaming like a little girl” 
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hiiii! i noticed youre into graphology AND marvel. i was wondering if you could do an analysis of buckys writing?
Of course! I would love to. I’m gonna try and keep this as organised and unbias as possible, but it probably won't be lol. This is one of my first graphology thingies so I’m not that good yet, and probably suck but I’ll try my best. Anyone can feel free to correct me! :D
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I'm a beginner graphologist, not professional, so I won't be 100% accurate! The book I use for reference is “The Secrets of Your Handwriting” by Margaret Gullan-Whur (1998 edition), also Leah Eckardt (on YouTube), then fact check the most I can online. Graphology is a pseudoscience, and is not backed up by scientific evidence. I do this for fun! They usually take me a couple days to do.
PLEASE CORRECT MY MISTAKES. I'M BEGGING YOU.
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fig1 (later in the series)
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fig2 (earlier in the series)
Capitalisation- The first thing that I noticed is that he capitalises every letter. He wants to be better understood. It also shows some elements of shame due to the fact that he has to change the way he naturally writes drastically to go full capitals. Wanting to change the way that he is seen. Also indicates past trauma. 
Size- It’s not easy to tell, but his writing seems to be pretty small (indicating he doesn’t like to take up a lot of space in a room). Usually you can tell how big the writing is based on how big the middle zone is, but I’m unsure how to break Bucky’s writing into zones because he pretty much just groups it into one.
Base line- It’s hard to completely see the baseline due to weird camera angles, but I assume that in fig1 it’s quite natural. Not too perfect, not too wavy. This is seen often in kids, and is a sign of growing up. In fig2, the baseline seems to be slowly rising a tiny bit, showing devotion of energy to the tasks he’s doing. Mostly seen as a positive sign.
Space- His letters and words are completely spaced out, not connected at all. This shows he’s a person who keeps his distance from others. I personally think that his letters and words are far enough apart to indicate paranoia or fear of others.
Pressure- In fig2 I noticed on the page before, he had been pressing almost through it. He also presses hard on the visual page. This is a sign of frustration, higher emotional intensity, and potential violence. In fig1 however, has lighter pressure, showing not only change of character but also he has become more passive.
Zones- I’m not sure how to tell the differences in the zones for his writing, because every letter is capitalised. If anyone has any tips for that just let me know! :D
Slant- In fig2, his slant is very up and down. This can mean indifference, firmness, strong will, self-control, reserve, or individuality. In fig1, it's hard to tell what the hell’s going on because the camera is at a weird angle.
Letter specifics
Personal pronoun “I”
This subconsciously represents how the writer sees themselves. In fig1, the “I” is quite large compared to the rest of the writing, so he feels more confident in himself.
“T” bars
His “T” bars are angled upwards toward the ends, showing optimism.
Summary- Bucky is a guy who keeps his distance from others, due to past trauma (wow we totally didn’t know that before that's such new information). He’s upset and very individual. As the series goes on however, he becomes more confident in himself and he grows as a person. So not really any new information about him, but this was really fun to do!! Who’s next?
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