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sokoviansimp · 1 year

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Playdate

✒ Pairings : Wanda Maximoff, Bucky Barnes, and Sam Wilson x Child!Reader (platonic)

✒ Summary : Sam and Bucky take y/n on a playdate to Chuck E. Cheese

✒ Tags and Warnings : fluff? , lmk if I missed any.

✒ Author's Note : This is the first one shot of The Package AU. I’d love to hear ideas or requests for other parts!

✒ Word Count : 2704

✒ Read Time: 13 minutes

Masterlist : The Package AU

Today was an exciting day, or at least everyone kept saying it would be. Sam and Bucky were taking you to Chuck E. Cheese, you had never been there before. You couldn’t shake the nervous feeling you had about being with Bucky and Sam without Wanda. It’s nothing they did, you were just a bit shy around certain people, especially men; but Wanda was your rock, she made you feel safe. She was someone you felt comfortable hiding behind whenever the situation called for it; without your shield, you were on your own.

Wanda knew you were feeling anxious about the day ahead, but she also knows that it will be good for you to get through moments like this without hiding away. She takes the time to assure you that she’s only a phone call away, but she has a feeling you’ll end up having so much fun that you forget about her anyhow.

“Look at you, all ready to go?”

“Come wif?” You begged with doe eyes, hoping Wanda would change her mind about coming with you three.

“No, malyshka. We talked about this, remember?”

“Pwease?” you continued on softly.

She picked you up and sat you down on the edge of the bed and kneeled in front of you, “what are you so nervous about?”

“I- you won’t be dere” you replied

“Sam and Bucky want to spend time with you, malyshka. I promise you’re going to have so much fun.” she tried to reason as she moved your hair from your face.

“Ok.” You say, not totally convinced. You figure you’re not going to get your way and it’s best to just get it over with.

Wanda walks you down to the common room to meet up with Bucky and Sam. They talk for a little bit about when they think you’ll be back so that Wanda can plan her day. She wanted to do a few errands while Sam and Bucky had you for the day.

“Ready, Y/N?” Bucky exclaimed as he went to pick you up and put you on his shoulders, you let him but didn’t give much of a response. Wanda explained to them both that you were a bit anxious so they knew what to expect. The drive took about 35 minutes; and the whole time Bucky tried to get you to sing along with him to the radio. It took a few tries, but eventually, House Party by Sam Hunt came on and you couldn't help yourself but join in. Sam knew this was a major win for Bucky, so he took a lap throughout the plaza a couple of times so that you two could finish your song before he parked the car in the Chuck E. Cheese parking lot.

“We’re here!” Sam exclaimed excitedly trying to carry over the hype from the song into the good times that lie ahead. Bucky eagerly got out of his seat and headed straight for your door to let you out, “Are you ready, Y/N? I’m so excited, are you excited?!” He said like a little kid getting ready to go into a candy shop. You nodded your head in return, hoping that would be enough. You didn’t know how to feel truthfully, you weren’t sure exactly what stood through the doors but everyone said it would be fun.

The first thing you noticed about the place was that it was immediately much louder than the parking lot. As soon as you walked through the door you could hear bells, games, music, and kids making just about any noise they could. It was a bit overwhelming, you tried to look around to see what the place entailed. Right away, the flashing lights of the games caught your eye.

Soon enough you went through the gate and they stamped each of your forearms with the number 112 in a glow-in-the-dark ink that only showed under their black light. You were hesitant at first, but seeing Bucky and Sam get the stamp and not flinch put you at ease. The metal and the ink were slightly cold to your skin as it was applied but seeing it glow really fascinated you. Moments after walking in, Sam quickly found a table for the 3 of you to settle into. Bucky passed out the menus, “you hungry, y/n?” he says while scanning his laminated parchment.

“Wittle bit” you replied as you began to scan the photos throughout the menu. “Dis’ll be it” you say as if it is all you want and Bucky looks down to see you pointing to an image of chocolate cake, “yea, I bet it would be.” he chuckles back in response, “how about we split a pizza before we go play?” sam offered. “Sounds good to me, what about you, sport?” he asks, waiting for your response. You respond with a nod, “I like pizza,” you confirm and with that, a waiter is over to take your order.

“We can go on the slide?” you wonder aloud to the two boys with you as you watch the other kids having fun coming down the slide.

“We sure can, we’ll start with that after we eat,” Bucky answers you.

You’re not sure exactly how long the food took to come but it didn’t feel like long as you watched all the kids playing around you. You were hesitant to immediately want to try some things as you were content watching the other kids do them while you feel it out. Just watching them have fun was enough for you to be intrigued by the activity as you decide if it's really worth your attention.

Once you finished up your meal, you all made your way to discard your shoes onto the shoe rack so that you could head into the play gym. You hesitated on the first step, not wanting to climb up first. “You first,” You say to the two behind you. Sam, next in line, switches spots with you and agrees to be the guinea pig, “alright, alright. I’ll go first”

After the first few blocks, and bucky guiding your feet to the right spots, you were getting the hang of it. You thought the coolest part was seeing the view from the top of the room. At the top of the enclosed playpen, there was a makeshift car that had a windshield to look out over the entire restaurant and a steering wheel that didn’t really do anything but look and feel fun as you pretend you're driving a car through the air. You sat in the passenger seat with sam and then scooted to the driver seat when Bucky came up.

Sam was the first to make it to the slide since he was the first one to go. When he got down to the bottom, he immediately got in position with his phone camera to take a video of your first time down a slide.

You came down, and then Bucky next. The slide emptied into a large ball pit. It took you a bit of time to get through the balls, luckily Bucky was behind you to help you through. On your way out you grab a light blue one and hold it close to you, wanting to save it forever. There were so many balls in the pit, surely one going with you wouldn’t be missed.

“Wanna go play some games now?” Bucky asked, excited to play air hockey with you.

“Uh sure.” not really caring what you do next as long as it’s fun, and you get to take your new ball.

Once Sam noticed you had the ball over in the gaming area, he immediately said it needed to be brought back to the ball pit. Bucky could see that you were sad but you were well-behaved and didn’t put up a fight with Sam as he took it back to where it belonged. Since Sam was busy returning your ball, Bucky got the first game against you on the air hockey table, not that he would’ve let Sam go first anyway.

Bucky got 2 in on you right off the bat; but once you were able to block a couple of his shots, you got the hang of pelting the puck back and eventually caught back up. In the end, Bucky had you beaten but you played a pretty good game.

The next few hours were spent switching between games and climbing through the playground. Sam quickly had enough of the playground and chose to wait for the two of you at the bottom.

In the meantime, he noticed that some people had started to gather at the tables by the stage. This made him decide to check the showtimes and sure enough, there was one in about 20 minutes so he moved your belongings from the table you currently had to one that was in the other room by the stage.

The next time the two of you came down the slide, he motioned for you to meet him over there for the show. Sam could see some of the parents around him hyping up the show to the kids to try and get them excited, to some it was working, but he couldn’t do that to you in good conscience. To be honest, he didn’t know how you would react to this show, and whether you’d completely vibe with the tunes and animated animals or you’d see them as creepy possessed singing demons. Both were valid.

Luckily, it was the first of the two. The creepy puppetry didn’t phase you one bit as all you saw were cute animals singing catchy tunes. Bucky noticed you dancing in your seat to the beats, so he lifted you onto the floor as he turned his chair toward the stage so you could stand between his legs and dance more fully on the floor in front of him without being in the way of others.

When the show ends, Sam asks you if there is anything else you’d like to do before they leave. After thinking thoroughly through your options, you assured him you were ready when they were.

“WAIT, we have to see what prizes we can get with all these tickets!” Bucky enthusiastically reminded you.

“Prizes?” you wondered. You knew you got tickets for being good at certain games but you had no idea that you could trade them in for prizes.

“Yea! Here, put your shoes on and we’ll go see.” Bucky explained as he handed you your shoes and put his on as well. While the two of you put on your shoes, Sam neatened up the tickets that were strewn across the table so that they would go into the machine easier.

Once your shoes were on and you were ready to go, other than having your jacket on which Sam carried, you all headed over to the ticket counter. Bucky handed you the first set of tickets and guided your hand to the slot; once the ticket was gripped by the machine, it automatically started sucking the rest in as it counted it. The action startled you at first, you don’t know what you were expecting but it wasn't that. Not too long later though, you're memorized by the action and the way the number keeps going up.

Once all the tickets are in the machine, the number at the top read 582. You looked to Bucky to see what it all meant so he explained that anything behind the counter with a number less than that is something you could bring home. You scanned the case and the wall thoroughly, most of the ones on the wall were really high ticket prices but there was one stuffed animal that caught your eye and it was 500 tickets. You knew immediately the blue owl stuffie was the one you wanted.

“OWL!” you pointed to the plush on the wall.

“This one?” The worker grabbed the stuffed animal to confirm your choice. You nodded excitedly in response and hugged it tightly as soon as he handed it over.

As you left the building, you got to put your hand under the black light again to see the 112 light up on all three of your arms to make sure they’re leaving with the right child. You didn’t know the reason behind the stamps but you still found them interesting. On the drive home, you hugged your new owl the whole time. “Do you have a name for your new friend yet?” Bucky turned around to ask you.

You hadn’t thought about that yet, so you took a couple seconds to thing before blurting out, “Hoot”

Soon enough, you and Hoot were sleeping soundly together in the backseat during the ride home. When Sam pulled up to the compound to find you sleeping, he gently unbuckled you from the car and managed to take you inside without disturbing you. Once he had you in his arms you nuzzled further into him to get more comfortable as you continued sleeping.

Wanda was busy cooking dinner when they came in and softy placed you on the couch of the empty common room. At the smell of meat sauce, the two boys quickly made their way to the kitchen. “How’d it go?” Wanda asked as she stirred her pot.

“Oh, we had a great time! I think Y/N had a lot of fun.” Bucky assured her.

“She’s in there sleeping with her new stuffie,” Sam added

“That’s wonderful I’m glad she had a good time. Dinner is almost ready if you two want some.”

Once the food was ready for serving, Wanda dished out two plates to the boys and two plates for her to bring to the common room. You were still sound asleep on the couch as she gently shook you awake to ask if you would like some dinner. As soon as you heard her voice, your eyes shot open. You were so excited to see her and tell her about all the fun you had with Sam and Bucky. “Y/N, sweetie. Are you hungry?”

Instead of responding you attacked her with a hug, “mm we had so much fun, look!” you said showing her your new stuffie.

“Who’s this?” “Hoot” you respond, “Mr Bucky and me played games and den we got dees tickets and wif da tickets I bought dis”

“Oh wow, you must’ve played a lot of games.” Wanda mentioned.

“We did, and- and we went down dis huge swide dat went into a swimming pool full of balls!” “A swimming pool?”

“Yea- well der was no water. I picked out a reawy pwetty ball but Mr Sam said dat it had to stay in da ball pool and I couldn’t keep it. OH! And me and Mr Bucky pwayed hockey in da air table and den we also saw a show wif a bunch of aminals!”

“Sounds like you had lots of fun!” Wanda smiled

“We did” you answered as you took the fork that Wanda handed you. The two of you continued to eat and talk about your day.

Bucky and Sam had finished up their dinner before the two of you, Sam went off to his room to get cleaned up for the night as Bucky headed out to the common room to see you.

“Hey Y/N, I uh- I have something for you” he said as he kneels down to your level.

You turn your attention away from your food to the man kneeling beside you as he pulls something from his jacket. In his hand, he hands you the same color light blue plastic ball from the ball pit. “My ball!” Your eyes lit up when you saw it and you grabbed it immediately.

“Don’t tell Sam,” He whispers as he stands up and you nod in agreeance “Tank you, Mr Bucky!”

Wanda sat there smiling at the exchange as she silently mouthed “Thank you” to Bucky as he stood up and walked away. She wasn’t thanking him for the ball though, she was thanking him for giving you memories that you could look back on and cherish forever.

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buckys-little-belle · 1 year

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We all pretty much know that Sam is a more non serious (silly) caregiver and person in general but what would the others reaction be when he gets serious about the reader after they get hurt? Feel free to change it or expand on it

Playground Mishaps (Headcannons)

Sam Wilson x Little!Reader (They/Them Pronouns Used)

Warnings - Mentions of falling/Injury, scrapes on knees, soft and silly sam, but also serious!Sam

Notes - Starting my comeback off small, with some headcannons, thank you so much for the request! I hope you enjoy <3

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+ Tony Stark has the best playgrounds at his compound, yes, multiple, one with a lot of climbing gear that Peter and Kate seem to keep to themselves, one with some water features that's great in the summer, and then the huge playground in the back, with tons of slides, and bridges, stairs, binocular posts, and the coolest hiding spots that overlook the whole thing.

+ As much fun as it is to play on them, adult supervision is always required, you and a few littles have snuck out before to play alone, but it never ends up working, Jarvis is a snitch, and Peter can't keep a secret for the life of him.

+ But everyone's caregivers are happy to take turns watching the littles as they play 'the floor is lava' or 'hide and seek, eyes closed edition', though today is a special occasion, everyone, littles and caregivers, are out at the big playground, the barbecue going, half filled lemonade cups scattered across every surface, and you and all the other littles playing together.

+ Quite a few reminders about the rules had been shouted out, 'no running', 'no pushing', 'no powers', and 'no fighting', leaving multiple caregivers mouths, and a few from you and your friends when Loki teleported halfway across the structure.

+ But you were so close to winning, so close to being the last person standing when Peter, who was it, came barreling around a corner, you had to run! You had to win! But sooner than later you found yourself sprawled across the fake, and bouncy, mulch like ground, Peter staring at you from a foot up, a few other littles murmuring amongst each other.

+ "Y/n!" You could hear Sam yell, and it wasn't a happy one, you knew the tone meant he was mad, and he had every right to be mad, and you knew it.

+ "'m sorry Papa!" You whispered as he hovered above you, helping you to your feet as he crouched down to look at your legs, his thumb barely touching your scrape as you pulled your knee back from his grasp.

+ Littles had run to their own Caregivers arms, a few 'This is why you don't run on the playground's being handed out, though everyone's eyes were glued to you and Sam, your hand's resting on his shoulders as he checked for any other injuries.

+ "What did I say about running?" Your Papa asked sternly, his eyes serious, eyebrows furrowed slightly, your thumb itching to run across them.

+ "You say 'Don' run or you'll ge' an owie.'" You said back in a deep voice, those around you laughing, though your Papa stayed unmoving, shocking everyone else, seeing as he was always the fun uncle before you, and seeing as you had him wrapped around your finger.

+ "And what happened?" He asked, still knelling on the ground, allowing you to both feel like, and be, the bigger person.

+ "I was runnin'." You admitted, Sam nodding his head. "'nd I fell." You tried to wrap your arms around his neck, hoping maybe a hug would be what it took to get him to fold, but he placed his hands on your waist and held you in place.

+ "And?" He asked, eyebrows raised.

+ "'nd 'm sorry, 'nd I won' do it again." You assured him, nodding your head for added drama.

+ "Good Baby." He nodded back, and though he didn't smile you could see the stress in his brow relax. "I accept you're apology, but no treats after dinner, okay?"

+ You nodded your head quickly, that 'punishment' was nothing compared to last week when you couldn't go on the playground at all after you pushed Kate off, 'accidentally', so you were just glad he wasn't going to make you sit the rest of the evening out. "Okay Papa." You went to hug him again, this time his arms wrapping around your middle, hugging you back before leading you towards the house, no doubt to clean up your knees.

+ On your way there you heard your Uncle Stevie tell Papa he 'Can't believe you had that in you man.', and Auntie Nat say 'If Wanda had fallen I'd be a mess.' but you knew your Papa wasn't mean, he had rules, and expected you to follow them, and if you didn't then you get punished, Uncle Stevie's just getting soft in his old age, and your Papa had you as a little, and he knew that some scrapes on your knees was nothing compared to what you had in you, so he stayed calm, because you were okay, Auntie Nat is just very careful.

+ In the end you were back on the playground in no time, this time walking, and making sure to stay away from the little drop off, and your Papa was off to the side getting your dinner plate ready for you, because he was wrapped around your finger, and you puppy dog eyed him in waiting in the line for you.

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ace-of-gay · 2 years

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This is new

Sam Wilson x little reader

1,327 words

Warnings: age regression trauma, stuffys, paranoia

No pronouns weight or skin color mentioned

Edited to the best of my ability

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You had met Sam through Bucky, it was a situation in thought of if Bucky trusted him than you could, you had spent most of your time hidden in your shared apartment with him, the anxiety hydra had ridden you with making the task of being around people absolutely terrifying, frigid cold edges in your mind making it disabling, that was until you found comfort in a therapeutic coping mechanism referred to by therapists as age regression.

In your little headspace you happened to be a lot more curious, adventurous and just open to trying new things, Bucky knew this, he encouraged it, he'd take you on walks to the park where you’d sit and point out the ducks and turtles, the pretty flowers and shiny rocks.

All of this so subtle no figure in the public eye could even see it.

You ended up joining Bucky and Sam on morning runs, your stamina building the same as your voice, different stages but still growing all the same.

On days where Bucky would be busy with therapy Sam would take you for slower runs to keep you out of your head. He would stop and get snacks when you were to tired to run. He introduced you to the public library, your fascination made his heart swell, he decided right than that moment you needed a library card so he helped you get one, it would eventually become your favorite place.

You grew close to him, you felt normal, human, free, you had a friend outside of your experiences at hydra.

At night when the air grew cold and the sky grew dark the drowning feeling of being within the grasp of hydras icy hold, no matter how much of yourself you felt during the day it all ripped from you at night, the most alone time.

Bucky was used to it, he was taking healing a little easier than you thanks to his time around Steve when he came back, Bucky would sit up with you all night if so needed with you curled away in his arms, both little or big he was willing to be there for you.

You got the chance to experience a relationship with Sam the way normal people got to, little did you know Bucky had sat Sam down and made it clear that you weren't just for games. You made same happy and you felt sparks of such flit in your heart as well.

Today was a bit of a new experience, going to the shops, casual, normal, standard, just the way of life ordinary.

You had gone to three shops where the guys had found items they were interested in, but what’s the use of having something if it does not serve a daily need, the movie on the display tv holing your attention.

Bucky and Sam wandered through the section keeping you in sight looking through items stocked upon the shelves.

The movie unbeknownst to you was a horror movie so in the moment where the screen panned to the sight of walls shifting, eyes embedded in them blinking, bleeding, boring into your own, your body ran cold.

The people around you know who you are, they know your past, they’re staring, the walls are staring at you, the room is breathing, you rush to find Bucky, home, he’s your home, but he’s gone, they took him, they’re coming for you.

Turning in every direction, panic present in your movements Sam catch’s on.

Your headspace slipping, falling little to keep you safe from what’s to come. you find a glint of hope and safety when Sam cones into view, the rushing in your ears deafening everything he’s said you rush towards him letting him pull you into a hug, your grasp onto his shirt burying your face into his chest, this definitely took him by surprise, you weren't very often one for touch but he wasn't going to fight it, "hey is it okay if i hug you?" He says quietly for only you, you nod letting him wrap his arms around you running one up and down your back.

He could feel your heart slamming in your chest and your body trembling, a small sniffle and all he could think of was soothing his nephews like this and the few flash backs Bucky had with Sam around, you just need someone to help you ground yourself.

"Shhh you’re okay, its just you and me, no ones going to hurt you, Bucky is in the bathroom he'll be right back"

His hands taking your focus from the sounds around you to right here with Sam

Bucky returns and soon realizes you got really panicked, meaning you’re probably going to slip if you haven't already. "Do you want to go?" He hums causing you to finally look up at him.

He had returned, they didn't take him, your Bucky is safe still, he could see the gleam in your eyes that only shows when you’re little, a blank slate of emotions new to the function of the world, you look up to a perplexed Sam and back to Bucky, shaking your head you knew you could do this.

"Alright, lets walk around and find a snack in another part of the mall" Bucky leads, you take Sam’s hand and follow along, staying silent, you hadn’t even questioned taking to Sam, it felt like second nature.

By now Sam had put two and two together from your mannerisms and how some of his Colleagues in the air force with him had taken up for therapy.

Keeping himself alert to anything and everything that grasped your attention, rounding a corner in the mall the shop on the left warm and inviting for children caused a small hesitation in your step.

"Do you want to go in there?"

He points at the children's store

Weighing your options you nod and let him and Bucky lead you in.

He lets your hand loose and you just stand in your spot waiting for someone to say something. "Go ahead and look around dove" bucky remarks, letting you release from your spot, you walk round and they follow.

looking at the noisy toys and than the ones that move, the activity toys, the interactive ones and baby items that all took your interest, you walk to the other side of the store when a small fluffy orange and white lump in your peripheral vision grabs your attention.

You walk over to the stuffed animal pulling the orange and white fox off the shelf looking it over, petting its soft fabric and hugging it, you don’t remember the last him you had a stuffed animal, "do you want it bub?" Sam questions.

Guilt hits you deep, how shameful it must be that you’re taking a baby toy, that you’re wanting something useless to everyday life, you reluctantly put it back on the shelf but Sam grabs it and holds it out to you, looking you in the eyes he does his best to make it very clear, "love if you like the fox that’s okay, its allowed, you can have it, i will buy it, do you want the fluffy fox?"

You nod and he proceeds to take your hand leading you to check out, placing it on the counter and paying for it, handing it to you, you hug the stuffy close.

Bucky at the doors with a rare smile on his face mirrored by an even more uncommon smile upon yours.

You carry on walking until you find food, sitting down and eating before they both noticed how you slumped over against buckys shoulder, you all finish up and go out to the car, Sam helping you into the back seat and buckling up than handing you the stuffy once again, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead and getting in the passenger seat.

The hum of the car lulling you to sleep.

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The stuffed animal in question

Im unbelievably tired and in so much pain but i got this done for yall

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katethewriter · 2 years

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Summary: Y/n has a very specific power. She is a shapeshifter. However, she can only shift into younger versions of herself. Her abilities catch the Avengers’ attention. Though their first introduction is lackluster at best, it's not long before she has them all wrapped around her little finger.

Pairing: Avengers x Reader(platonic) - WandaNat x Reader(platonic) - mother-figure!Wanda x Reader - cg!Wanda x little!Reader - cg!WandaNat x little!Reader - cg!Avengers x little!Reader - fem!reader

A/N: This is pretty much just straight up fluff. It's my own spin on shapeshifter!Reader and little!Reader. This is just a happy little brainchild that I decided to run with

Welcome to the Team: After a chance encounter, the Avengers recruit a new kid to join the team.

Wanda Cookie Monster: It's not that Y/n is hiding from the rest of the team, except that's exactly what she is doing. Wanda is determined to break through to her.

Clint Hand-Me-Downs: As Y/n starts showing herself more and more around the compound, Clint can't help to notice she tends to wear the same thing everyday.

Natasha Kinda Like You: Y/n is convinced Natasha doesn't like her. If she could just brush away that tough exterior, maybe they have more in common than she thought. Perhaps she can gain a new ally in the process.

Steve New Kid's First Mission: Steve is wary to allow a kid on a mission, but just maybe Y/n can prove him wrong.

Peter Crayola: Peter wonders why the New Kid's pictures on the fridge are only ever done in black and blue ink or pencil.

Bruce Just a Twist: A training mishap sends New Kid to the medbay.

Sam Let's Go Fly a Kite: Sam is on duty when he spots New Kid all by herself. He offers her an opportunity most kids could only dream of.

Bucky A Mission Gone Sideways: Bucky is paired with New Kid for a mission that doesn't end as well as they would like.

Tony A Little Pinch: A flaw in Y/n's suit might be just the thing to finally pull Tony to her side.

Thor Someone Worthy: Thor returns from a long stay and doesn't recognize the young team member running around the compound.

Kate Nerf War: When someone new joins the team, Y/n takes a sudden interest in archery.

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natashaslesbian · 4 months

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Just Like Mama

From the ‘Tiny Dancer’ series

Summary:

Word Count: 829

Parings: (Mama!Natasha x Kid!Reader) (Avengers x Kid!Reader)

Warnings: none just Xmas fluff!!!

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“Mama mama!” The bang of the door against the dresser snapped Natasha back to reality, as if the screaming toddler wasn’t enough. “Mama mama it’s Christmas!” You yelled as you used all your strength to pull yourself up onto mommy’s bed. She had enough time in her first thing consciousness to have a sneaky plan, so she pretended to be asleep. “Mama come on!” You exclaimed as you came to meet her ‘sleeping’ form when suddenly she bottled awake and used her reflexes to attack your tummy with with tickled “ahhhh gotcha!” Natasha croaked out “ah ha mama!” You shouted through your giggles. When her hands grew tired, Natasha swallowed you up into her embrace “merry Christmas tiny dancer” she said “merry Christmas mommy” you looked up into her glowing green eyes “can we open presents now!” You joyfully said and Natasha faked a large yawn “oh I don’t know y/n mommy is so tired I might need an hour to wake up” she said “an hour!” You moaned, dramatically throwing yourself over her lap “I’m only kidding baby!” Mama said as she scooped you back up and pushed the covers from her body “let’s go open some presents!”

“Wow!” You exclaimed “mommy look!” You helped the box up high so Natasha could see “what is it darling?” She asked “a pocket knife!” You dropped the box and ran to Tony “oh uh I think that one was meant for mommy baby” Nat said as she scooped up the weapon and shot daggers at iron man himself. “No mama, the tag said it was for me! Thank you uncle Tony” you cuddled into his lap “uh- hm, sorry y/n that one was for mommy” Tony lied, fearing the rage in Natasha’s frame “I actually have a way better gift for you” he said “oh, you do” you said with slight disappointment “yes. I’m gonna- take you to the mall, next- next week” he quickly came up with “yay” you said. Natasha turned her back for two seconds and uncle Tony whispered into your ear “I’ll teach you how to use my pocket knife alright kiddo” you solidified the deal with a fist bump.

Next you opened auntie Yelena’s present, tied perfectly with a pink bow and sparkly wrapping paper. Your auntie had spent weeks looking for the perfect gift for you, but when she saw this she knew it was the one. “A new tutu!” You cheered. You had begged mama for a rainbow tutu but she told you that you weren’t allowed to actually wear it to dance, you compromised asking if you could just wear it in the house, but Natasha wasn’t having any of it. That’s what aunties are for. “Do you like it tiny dancer?” The blonde asked, her Russian accent sounding thicker than usual “yes yes yes!” You screamed “I love it so much! Thank you auntie Lena!”

“All right, next one is from me” Clint said. You stumbled over to him and settled next to his frame on the couch. “Woah cool” you squealed “my own bow and arrow!” Nat immediately took notice “it better be a play one!” She said “of course! I’m not trying to endanger her life unlike others” Clint said as nudged Tony “thank you so much uncle Clint. Can I open it now?” You asked “not just yet y/n” Mama answered “you’ve still got one last present baby” you looked around the room and next to the tree, but there was nothing more to be seen “where mommy?” Natasha came over and like magic pulled a final gift from behind her back.

Settled on her lap, you began to tear the wrapping of Natasha’s last present, the sight of your mommy’s signature hourglass took you surprise, you looked up to Natasha with hope “keep going y/n” she encouraged. When you finally tore the wrapping away you were amazed, you had been asking for this all year. Natasha was worried when you fell silent, fearing you had changed your mind. “What do you think tiny dancer?” Wanda said from across the room. You brought your gaze back up to Natasha’s “really mama?” You whispered “yeah baby girl, it’s what you wanted right?” She said “I get my very own black widow suit?” You asked “I get to be just like mommy?” You said “you get to be just like mommy baby” Natasha said.

“Introducing!” Sam called through his cupped hands “the mini black widow!” The team erupted into applause as you came running into the room with auntie Wanda and dropped into your mamas signature pose. “Look at you baby spider!” Nat said as you ran into her awaiting arms “you look amazing mini widow!” She gave you a big squeeze “thank you mama! This is the best Christmas present ever!” You squealed as you returned her embrace, wrapping your frame around her shoulders “you’re welcome y/n” Mommy said

“I love you mama”

“I love you too tiny dancer”

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A/N: MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE! This request was the cutest thing ever and I decided to add it to the tiny dancer series! I hope everyone is having a good holiday🩷

#marvel #natasha romanoff #black widow #marvel fic #nat x reader #avengers #natasha x little!reader #natasha x daughter!reader #clint barton #tony stark #yelena belova #christmas #sam wilson

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iloveslasher · 6 months

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Avengers

I need help with finding a wattpad book on avengers x little!reader.

So I once read this fan fic of the avengers team which included: steve rogers, bucky barnes, Tony stark, pepper potts, Bruce banner,Thor odinson, natasha romanoff, wanda maximoff, vision, Clint barton and sam Wilson as the reader (who's named violet) caregivers.

Because Violet was used and abused so the avengers saved her and she at first felt nothing of her physical wounds but then the avengers told her that's not normal and got her looked at by bruce. And got her off the painkillers that her captor put her on.

One chapter has a protocol that she can't use the bathroom bc she is hurting her self by not being little so they kind of have to pressure her into being little.

Then loki and stephen stranger baby sit in one chapter. Which reveal that loki is also a little. Then there is carol as a little.

And another chapter where wanda and vision give violet schoollessons (bc she was capture really young and doesn't know hoe to write or read). Then they discover that Violet has dyslexia by telling her to go right and she takes a left, off of visions suspicions.

Also Steve and bucky are a pair and later violet starts dating Natasha and Natasha helps violet through her first period.

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lokislittlemidgardian · 2 years

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Omg Sam and Bucky content!!!! Can we please get them taking little!reader to the dentist and lots of comfort happens?

The dentist

Content - age regression, cg!bucky, cg!sam, sore tooth, fillings, the dentist, numbing cream, comfort, cuddles, food, don't like dont read.

Summary - when you have to go to the dentist your caregivers comfort you.

Authors note - this has been sat in my asks for about 2 months and I only just remembered how much I loved it, reblogs are greatly appreciated <3, I hope you enjoy <3

It all started when you were eating some sliced apple.

"Ow!" You exclaimed feeling it push down on your back teeth, it felt like it hit a nerve. "Honey are you okay?" Bucky asked walking over to you a worried look coming over his features "my tooth daddy" you whined swallowing the apple and shuffling over to him.

"Oh angel, do you want daddy to have a look" he asked smiling down at you "yes please" you mumbled fiddling with the loose strings on your top "Okay, Sam!" "Yeah?" Can you bring out my phone please?" "Okay!"

Listening to Sam's footsteps becoming heavier you looked up and saw him enter the kitchen "what's going on?" He frowned seeing your pained expression. "Y/N's got a sore tooth" bucky explained taking his phone from sam and turning on the flashlight.

"Okay sweetheart can you open your mouth for me?" Bucky smiled moving his phone closer to you. Opening your mouth you looked around the room nerves creeping up on you "that's the way" Sam cheered you on with a smile.

A few more seconds went by of bucky examining your teeth until you heard him groan "sam" he said with a cringe on his face. Passing sam the phone his switched places with bucky.

It definitely didn't look good.

"Yep, that's gonna need a filling" "No!" You shrieked scooting yourself away from the two of them "Y/N calm down" "No don't wanna go!" You cried listening to the pair of them sigh before you felt sam pick you up.

"Come here baby" he said cradling your head to his neck signalling for bucky to make a phone call to the dentists office. Walking you both towards the sofa he sat down and repositioned you in his arms.

"Now I know you hate the dentist but bub, we have to get this looked at" he explained "if we don't you could get really sick and then you won't feel good at all okay?" "Is it bad?" You mumbled sadly resting your head on his chest.

"Well, it's not great" he chuckled making you giggle "you know what the worst part about not getting it looked at would be?" "What?" "You wouldn't be able to have sweets anymore."

That convinced you completely.

"Alright, I've made an appointment with Dr joy baby, you like Dr joy you don't have to be big with her" bucky said softly with a smile when he came back into the room.

He was right, Dr joy had always been your dentist and she already knew you were an age regressor having found out before you had to get a tooth out once.

"Okay" you mumbled holding your arms up to him accepting your fate of going to the dentist "whens the appointment?" Sam asked repositioning you so bucky could take you in his arms.

"Tomorrow at 3" he sighed giving you a soft kiss to the nose shushing your soft whine "it'll be okay baby, you'll be fine" "but it hurts daddy" "I know doll, but it'll be over before you know it I promise."

You really hoped he was right.

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The three of you were currently sitting in the waiting room the pristine white walls and the muted television making you feel uneasy, "deep breaths honey" Sam smiled reaching into your bag and pulling out your grey rabbit handing her to you.

"Y/N?" You heard Dr joys voice call you, one she spotted you she gave you a wide smile "hi love, how are you?" She asked kindly writing something down on her clipboard before leading the 3 of you into her office.

"I'm okay" you mumbled shyly smiling back at her "that's good, can I get you to pop up here sweetheart?" She asked signalling to the dentist chair "umm, alright" "here baby ill help you" bucky said propping you up onto the seat and helping you lie down.

"Okay what are we here for today" "well, yesterday Y/N was eating an apple and she got some pain on one of her back teeth so we both had a look and we think she might need a filling" Sam explained while bucky gave you a gentle smile. Returning it you hugged your bunny to your chest and looked towards Dr joy.

"Okay hon, can I have a look at you?" She asked moving her dental equipment to the side of you and manoeuvring her dental light above you. "Okay" you mumbled nervously, noticing your discomfort the boys came up beside you Sam holding your hand and bucky stroking your hair.

Opening your mouth while Dr joy looked around you realised how uncomfortable your jaw felt "it's okay baby" Sam whispered "right, okay yep that's gonna need a filling sweetheart" she said kindly giving you a reassuring smile.

Looking to your caregivers with panicked eyes "Hey honey it's alright" Sam cooed stroking your cheek "is the something you can give her to numb it?" Bucky said anxiously hating the sight of you being scared.

"Oh yes of course we can either giver her a needle or some gel I can apply to the effected area" exchanging a look the boys came to their decision almost instantly "we'll go for the gel I think" Sam chuckled "I thought so" Dr joy smirked kindly.

"Okay hon, let's get this over and done with shall we?"

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The procedure didn't last long, it all felt a bit hazy.

All you could remember was feeling a cold gel on your back tooth, bright light and the comforting feeling of sam holding your hand and buckys vibranium one stroking your hair.

And then you were back in the car.

"Were so proud of you little one" bucky said from the front seat "you did such a good job!" "Thank you daddy" you mumbled looking out the car window "you okay baby?" Sam asked warily looking in the rear vision mirror "mhm, my mouths numb dada" you said playing with the ear of your rabbit.

"Yeah? Aww baby its okay it won't be for long" "what are we having for tea?" You asked your mind going straight to food making the two of them chuckle "we can have whatever you want hon but we'll have to wait a few hours until you mouth gets better" "aww" you whined "I know baby" bucky smiled opening his phone looking up your favourite takeaway places.

After getting up the menus he passed the phone through to you "choose what you want bub" "as long as we thoroughly brush your teeth afterwards" Sam chimed in with a serious face making bucky smirk.

Maybe going to the dentist wasn't that bad after all.

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leelee1234love · 7 days

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Marvel Masterlist

🧡= Little!Reader Fics

💛= My Fav Fics

* = Smut/Nsfw

Bucky Barnes

< Emotional >

- summary: Your emotional because of your period and Bucky comforts you

< Night hallucinations > 💛

- Summary: Bucky’s little wakes up alone and has a night hallucination whilst buckys in a meeting

< Hide and seek >

- Summary: Bucky has a mission so Tony looks after you and he loses you…

< Silent Treatment >

- Summary: You give Bucky the Silent Treatment…

Steve Rogers

Tony Stark

< Meanie >

- Summary: One of Tony’s men is mean to you

Thor Odinson

Loki Laufeyson

< Clowns >

- Summary:

Peter Parker

Sam Wilson

Natasha Romanoff

Clint Barton

Bruce Banner

Peter Quill

Stucky

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littleavengerfics · 2 years

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Maybe the reader is out with Sam while Bucky and Steve are busy…

And they are in the park where she climb on a three and fell down? What would Sam do and how would he react?

And more important: how would her daddy’s react of her being injured?🥺

Just like Uncle Sam

WARNING's: age regression, dada Bucky, daddy steve, little reader, blood and injury

Daddy: Steve Dada: Bucky

"Hey doll we need to talk." Your Dada gave you a smile as he crouched down in front of you. "Can you put the stuffy down and look at Dada?" You reluctantly placed your favourite teddy on the floor next to you and stared at Bucky's blue eyes.

"Thank you, now me and Daddy are going to be gone for a few hours." He paused for a second after hearing you whimper, "It will only be for a few hours but uncle Sam is going to look after you. So we need you to be on your best behaviour." You gave him a slight nod before leaning forward to wrap your arms around him.

"We have to go in a minute so we should go say bye to Daddy." He lifted you into his arms and carried you to the main area. "Bye Daddy." Steve came over and placed a kiss onto your forehead. "Bye y/n, we will see you in a few hours. Be good for uncle Sam!" He shouted as they left.

"Hey troublemaker why don't we go have some fun at the park today? I will even let you wear Buck and Steve's clothes." Sam asked throwing a few items into his backpack. "Yay!" You cheered jumping up and down. "Hey calm down dude, save your energy for the park." He chuckled picking you up.

Once you arrived at the park you found a nice spot by the lake to sit at that was under a huge tree. "You know I used to love climbing trees as a kid. I would always climb to the top and sit there for hours watching the world pass by." Sam smiled taking a bite of his sandwich he had packed. "Up?" You asked pointing to the tree.

"Yeah all the way up there. I guess I always loved the idea of flying or being on top of the world. The world just seemed simpler back then. Not that you would understand complex life all you do is watch movies, eat, drink milk and nap." He chuckled, reaching into his bag only this time pulling out redwing.

You gave him a slightly judging look to which he replied, "Hey where I go the bird goes, just hurry up and drink your juice." Whilst he played around with his toy, you couldn't help but think about his story on climbing trees. As you stared at the branches you couldn't help but be intrigued enough to begin climbing, everything was going okay until you reached the third branch.

The distance between yourself and the floor was becoming more apparent and it scared you, your anxiety only increasing when you heard a small snap of the branch weakening. "Uncle Sam." you called out but the man didn't turn instead just shouted. "Yeah one sec kid." You felt the branch begin to bend so you started whimpering.

By the time the man turned you were already screaming as you came crashing down to the floor. "Y/N" The man ran over and threw himself down on his knees next to you. "It's okay, you're going to be alright." Sam gently turned you over so he could see the damage. "Oh shit." You gave him a frown but he ignored you. "Y/n I'm sorry."

"I wan my daddies." You sobbed not caring who was watching. Sam pulled out his phone and called Steve. "Steve I took y/n to the park and they fell they're bleeding and crying and I don't know what to do. It was my fault and I am really sorry." Sam rambled hearing the sound of keys jingling on the other end. "Put y/n on the phone." Steve said firmly.

"Daddy it owie!" You sobbed inconsolably. "Where does it hurt?" He asked considerably more calm than during his conversation with Sam. "My knee an my hands." You heard Steve sigh and mumble something to Bucky. "We're on our way doll okay, we will be there in a minute." Bucky hated hearing your crying so he rushed to put his shoes on.

Steve knew a shortcut to the park so they decided to run as opposed to driving to save time. They arrived within five minutes to a panicked Sam and a distraught you. "Sorry daddy." You stuttered pulling at the sweatpants Sam gave you that were now torn and covered in blood. "Do not apologise, I am more worried about you. Is it really hurting?" You gave him a small nod whilst doing grabby hands at the blonde. "Oh, do you need daddy cuddles to make it better?" He cooed carefully lifting you into his lap.

"Now doll we need to clean your owie to stop you getting sick and dirty, it will hurt a bit so squeeze Dada's hand if you need to." Bucky grabbed the antibacterial spray from the first aid kit in his bag, let's just say you had a lengthy past with injuries that made him constantly paranoid, yet prepared for any situation. He made quick work of cleaning your wounds and covering them to avoid upsetting you or prolonging any pain.

"Wan go p'ease." You whispered into Steve's neck. “What were you doing trying to climb a tree kiddo?" Bucky as with a slight chuckle, relieved that you were definitely going to be okay. "I told them I used to do it, they tried to copy me and I'm sorry. I didn't know they were even up there until I saw them fall, I'm the worst uncle ever."

You frowned at Sam, standing up with some help from Steve. "I lu you uncle Sammy, you da best uncle ever!" Sam wrapped his arms around you. "Thanks kiddo."

"Alright let's get you home for some cuddles, I think this was enough excitement for one day." Steve chuckled picking you up. "I'm sorry guys, I should have looked after them better." Bucky shrugged. "They're fine now, just next time be careful."

Over the next two days you got all the cuddles you could have asked for, although your daddies became even more obsessed with safety than before and Sam kept apologising all the time but he did bring you candy whenever you asked and helped cover for you if Bucky or Steve found out so all in all getting hurt wasn't the worst thing ever.

#littleavengerfics #little reader #bucky barnes #daddy bucky x little reader #sfw agere #daddy steve rogers x little reader #daddy steve #uncle sam wilson

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avengerscompound · 1 year

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Small Gods: Little Traditions - 6

Little Traditions: A Sam Wilson Fanfic

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Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing: Sam Wilson x F!Reader

Rating: E

Word Count: 1941

Warnings: smut (FM, oral sex, vaginal sex)

Synopsis: Since the blip and Steve Rogers giving up the mantle of Captain America, Sam’s life has been chaotic. It’s not enough that the world has moved on in the five years he’d gone, and that he’d missed so much, now he has to live with everything it means to be Captain America. He feels like he’s losing all the things that make him him. A venture to the supermarket to recreate one of his parents’ famous recipes brings him to you.

Chapter 6

Sam woke as the sun only just started to peek through the window. It was still ingrained in him to wake at dawn from his time in the air force. Of course, meeting Steve who had that same ingrained behavior, didn’t help. The two of them would get up at dawn and run together every day they were in the same city. It was their little tradition, and it had kept that internal alarm set to dawn, so that even well after Steve had gone back to the past and lived his life, Sam still had that habit.

He opened his eyes just a crack and in the dim light, seeing you sleeping peacefully next to him, he decided it might be time to reset that tradition too. He’d need to train - he was Captain America after all, and unlike Steve, he didn’t have super soldier serum to fall back on if he got lazy with his fitness. But - he needed to have a life too, so maybe one or two times a week he could sleep in and have a lazy morning with you, the woman he was falling for.

He rolled over, draping his arm over you as he closed his eyes again, and just enjoyed the comfort of his bed and the warmth of your body pressed against him.

Sleep didn’t come for him again, but he did doze peacefully, his mind using the opportunity to sort through his feelings about everything - from Steve’s appearance with the shield by the lake - all the way up to being here in bed with you.

As the sun moved higher and seeped through the curtains, a beam of light crept up the bed and bathed you in the soft morning light. Dust motes floated through the beam, the golden orbs dancing around you like pixies, making you look every bit like the goddess you were.

Your eyes twitched and you moved into his chest, your lips pressed against his skin, softly kissing him in a trail along his pec. Sam hummed. It was a deep rumble of a sound that came from his chest and bubbled up inside him. His hand moved over your scalp and down the back of your neck. “Good morning,” he said, the gravel of sleep still thick in his voice. “How’d you sleep?”

“Really good,” you replied, your eyes cracking open just enough to meet his gaze from your spot at his chest. “Thank you.”

You started to kiss down his body, your lips trailing down his abdominals. He watched as you disappeared under the sheet, and then let his head fall back on the pillows and just enjoyed the feel of your lips on his skin. You paused at his stomach, swirling your tongue around and grazing your teeth over his abdominals, sending a shiver up his spine. It made his already hard cock jump and a bead of pre-come formed on the tip.

He let out a moan as you moved lower, your teeth softly scratching down the line of his Adonis’ belt. When you reached his cock, you ran the tip of your tongue up his shaft and caught the bead of precome from the tip, humming as you licked it up.

The wet of your mouth closed around the head of his cock and he moaned again, louder this time as he lifted his hips in an unconscious attempt to get more. Your hand wrapped around the base of his shaft and you began to pump as you lowered your mouth down, swallowing his cock. You started to bob your head, just shallowly at first. It was like you were trying to tease him or warm him up. Almost as if you wanted him to beg for more. Yet each time you lowered your head you took just that little bit more.

Heat began to build inside him like a fire had been stoked in his gut. He ran one hand over your head, his fingertips scratching over your scalp as you took him deeper and deeper. The sounds of your moans and the wet slap of his cock penetrating your mouth floated up from under the blanket. It wasn’t long until you were deep-throating him and he could feel his cock starting to pulse.

“Baby,” he moaned. “Stop, babe… wanna fuck you.”

You pulled back with a graphic slurp and crawled up his body straddling his waist. As you leaned in to kiss him, he rolled you both so you were on your sides facing each other, and he reached over and fished a condom from his side table.

When it was rolled on, he eased his cock into your soaking cunt. The two of you moaned together as he slowly filled you. Sam was in no hurry. It had been a long fucking time since he last had this slow, lazy, morning sex and he was determined to enjoy every second of it.

The two of you moved together like you were a single organism. Your hips rolled with his, and his lips caressed over yours. He ran his hand down to your thigh and pulled it up higher on his waist, making it so that he could penetrate her deeper. He dragged his hips up with each roll of his hips so the base of his cock rubbed against your clit. It made you moan every time he did it, but the sound was swallowed by the kiss.

He could feel your orgasm getting closer as your cunt fluttered and your muscles pulled tight. You stopped kissing him back as you held your body rigid with your lips parted. Each breath you exhaled he inhaled so the air between the two of you became thin and warm, and lacking oxygen. “Sam… Sammy. Oh gods, yes,” you babbled.

“That’s it, baby,” he groaned. “Let me feel it.”

You moaned and your head fell back as your orgasm hit. Your cunt clenched tight around his shaft, milking him for all he had. He kept thrusting but he had already been close himself and with a shudder, he came too, his cock pulsing inside you as your pussy clenched around him.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “God, you’re amazing.”

You smiled and your hands went to his jaw, your fingertips tracing over his skin. “You’re the amazing one.”

Warmth flooded his whole form and he leaned in and kissed you, determined to spend as much time enjoying the morning as he could.

After spending some more time cuddling and making out, and following that up with a shared shower, Sam took you downstairs to the kitchen to get breakfast started. He was surprised to find Cass and AJ alone and fixing themselves some cereal. Sarah was big on giving them a full breakfast and for a moment he was worried that there had been an accident with the boat. It didn’t take long for his rational brain to catch up. It was Sunday. The boat didn’t go out on a Sunday. She may be sleeping in because she wasn’t feeling well, but she was safe.

“Where’s your mom?” he asked the boys as you followed him into the kitchen. He looked around the room to see if there were any signs of life to figure out if she’d gotten up and gone outside or - well anything, and he noticed the second strange thing. The couch hadn’t been slept on. Wherever Bucky was, he hadn’t come home. That did worry Sam. If Bucky hadn’t been home at all, he was likely on a mission, and Bucky didn’t go on missions without trying to drag Sam along with him. Sam was going to have to follow that up.

“She’s still in bed,” AJ said.

“You’re sure of that?” Sam asked.

“Yeah, we knocked and she said don’t come in and she’d be out soon,” AJ explained.

Sam’s eyebrows knitted together and he looked back toward the door to Sarah’s room. As he did it opened and Sarah came out, tying off her robe around the middle. Relief washed over Sam, though it was short-lived. The emotion he had next wasn’t even one he could pin down. Surprise was there. Maybe anger too - though anger didn’t seem to be the right way to describe it.

Stepping out of Sarah’s bedroom just on her heels, was Bucky.

“Sarah!” he yelped. “Bucky! What the…? You … Since when…? Bucky! That’s my sister!”

“Oh, calm down, Sam,” Sarah said.

“Yeah, Samuel,” Bucky added, though he did have the good sense to look a little sheepish.

“How long has this been going on?” Sam asked.

“It’s been a while,” Sarah said. “So relax.” She looked over at you. “Good morning. Are you staying for breakfast?”

You looked from Sarah to Sam with your eyes wide, resembling more of a deer caught in headlights than a serious girlfriend. “I was thinking about it, but if you all have something to discuss…”

Sarah looked at Sam and raised her eyebrow in that way only she could. It was a look that she had perfected ever since their parents were killed and Sam stepped in to head the family. It was a look that said ‘Sam Wilson, I love you, but you are overstepping. Back off or I’ll make your life a misery.’

His eyebrows drew together as he considered the implications of all of this. He had specifically told Bucky not to flirt with his sister. He liked Bucky. Part of him felt responsible for Bucky. But there was that - and then there was having the guy sleep with his sister. If they broke up it would be a goddamn nightmare for him. So there was that too. Plus Sarah was his little sister and sure she was all grown up and had kids, but he still felt protective of her.

Still, there were worse guys for her than Bucky Barnes, and she was a grown-up. It wasn’t really his place to say who she could and couldn’t see. Part of him felt he was allowed to tell Bucky who he could and couldn’t see, but probably that wasn’t true either.

The thing he wanted most of all though was for you to stay and for everyone to get along. He wanted this to be the start of something new. A new family dynamic. A new tradition. Maybe one that might get altered and changed over time. Maybe he’d get his own place with you one day so it wouldn’t be breakfast anymore, but rather Sunday dinners when everyone was in town. Maybe one day more kids would join the family. He could see a lot of potentials and he wanted to take the leap.

“Stay,” he said quickly, turning to you and taking your hand. “Please stay. I’ll make pancakes. I promise - if my sister is happy, then I am happy.”

Sarah kissed his cheek. “Thank you. I am happy. And for the record, I feel the same way about you. It’s about time you had someone special in your life again.”

“You too, Sare,” he said.

“What - you don’t care if I’m happy?” Bucky teased.

“Watch it, Barnes,” Sam warned. “You’re still on thin ice.”

Bucky laughed and held up his hands as the rest of his family started getting the things for breakfast ready. This was nice. Good. Not at all what he’d planned but he’d needed this. He needed to keep Sam Wilson alive and not get lost in what it was to be Captain America. This was how he was going to do that, holding on to the ones he loved and creating new traditions with them.

~ END ~

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anonymityisfunwriter · 2 years

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The Interrogation

Pairing: Sunshine!Reader x Grumpy!Bucky Barnes

A.N. I had like three or four scenes where Sam finds out in Two Sides of The Same Coin. This was my second favorite.

“Okay, exactly how long is this going to go on?”

You tear your eyes away from Bucky to look at an exasperated Sam, who at some point walked into the conference room without you or Bucky ever noticing. “What do you mean?”

“I mean this!” Sam frantically gestures between the two of you. “You’re acting like a bunch of high schoolers. The puppy eyes. The blushing, the flirting, the longing stares. You’re driving me crazy!”

“You are insane,” Bucky grunts to Sam. At least you think he's talking to Sam, it's a little hard to tell considering he's barely looked away from you and still wryly smirking in your direction.

“Am I? Because something happened, something neither of you will talk about, and I’m not putting up with it anymore.”

“Nothing happened,” you insist, though you and Bucky share a fleeting, anxious look.

“What did you do?” Sam demands, staring at Bucky.

“What makes you think I did anything?”

“What did you do?” Sam repeats.

“Sam,” you interject, shaking your head.

“Fine, if you two won’t tell me - I know someone else who knows. FRIDAY, can you call Steve to the conference room?”

“Why are you calling Steve?" Bucky questions, though his voice wavers in conviction. "Don’t start involving other people in your weird conspiracies.”

“Weird conspiracies?” Sam scoffs, his accusations cemented after hearing the anxiety and trepidation in the way you and Bucky are speaking. “For almost an entire month, I’ve watched you two watch each other. When I don’t catch him staring at you, you’re staring at him, you two don’t talk anymore, you’re both weird and giggly when you are in the same room. Obviously something happened.”

"Hey...guys," Steve starts, faltering when he feels the strange atmosphere in the room.

"Steve, take a seat," Sam gently urges, gesturing to the seat right beside him.

“I...I actually have to go. I should go - do that thing,” Steve nervously stammers.

“And I've got a debrief that won't write itself," you lie, abruptly standing up out of your seat.

“I’ll go help you,” Bucky eagerly offers, fumbling to get out of his seat.

“Everyone sit,” Sam demandingly orders. All three pairs of eyes remain downcast like petulant children as you all take your seats around the conference table. “Good, now will someone tell me what’s going on?”

Steve, looking particularly uncomfortable, opens his mouth to spill every single detail he has.

“Steve,” Bucky warns, swiftly kicking him in the shin. “Don’t even think about it.”

“Steve,” Sam gently encourages, placing a hand on Steve's shoulder. “It's okay. Just tell me what’s going on and all this will be over.”

Keeping your eye contact with Steve, you subtly shake your head, mouthing, "Don't do it."

“Look at what you’re doing to poor Steve, he’s dripping sweat. How could you do that to Steve?” Sam asks, gesturing to Steve with anxiety literally seeping out of his pores. Your mouth twists as you try to stop yourself from putting Steve out of his misery. “So I’m going to have to pull out the big guns, huh? What about rule number one?”

“Aww…” you groan, clutching the sides of your seat. “Don’t ‘rule number one’ me. It’s not what you think.”

“What’s rule number one? Don’t set things on fire,” Bucky quips, trying to break the frantic, tense atmosphere.

“No,” Sam states, still pointedly eyeing you to let the guilt trip break your resolve. “It’s honesty. Don’t lie to me, don’t omit things, even if she thinks it’s something that I don’t want to hear. And I give her the same respect.”

"You're not getting anything out of me," you huff, crossing your arms as you sit further back in your seat.

Sam nods, walking away from you and back to Steve. "A chain is only a strong as it's weakest link. Fold, Steve."

"Don't you dare, Steve," Bucky warns.

"Fold, Steve."

"He's got nothing, Steve! Don't listen to him," you insist.

"Fold," Sam repeats.

“They kissed! I saw them kissing!” Steve blurts.

"Dude," Bucky winces, throwing his hands up in frustrated defeat.

"I'm sorry!" Steve sputters. "I'm sorry. I couldn't help it!"

"It's because you're weak, Steve. Weak," Sam enunciates, leaning over Steve's seat.

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fangirlovestuff · 2 years

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teach ‘em how to say goodbye

🎵 i wanna give you a word of warning...🎵

hello lovely people!! how are you?? i honestly hope each and every one of you is well and thriving, also happy pride month!! even if i haven’t been very active on here recently (or active at all really), I do see your likes and comments, and they mean the world to me, truly.

but if you got the reference in the title, you already know what this is. and if you didn’t get it you also probably get what’s going on lol, it’s fairly obvious:)

so yes, this is me officially saying goodbye. i’m going through a number of big changes in my life right now, and i really haven’t been in a mindset to write or post anything these days. i’m not saying this is goodbye forever, but i do think this is a good opportunity to at least take a little break. i could be back in two months, or two years, or... never? i really don’t know what the future holds. maybe in like five years i’ll post here that i wrote a book :P (more probably, i’ll just keep to casual reblogs every once and again)

what i do know is how much it has meant to me to write and post my little stories on here. it might sound silly to some, but i know what you’ve enabled me to do here is so special - spreading joy and finding hapiness in discovering a new passion of mine. all of your comments, reblogs, and messages have made my days so much happier and more meaningful, and i will be forever grateful for the time i spent here. thank you so much.

i’m not deleting the account or the fics for now, so you can hopefully still read them and find joy and comfort in them. i’m also not tagging anyone because i don’t wanna feel like a bother lol, but hopefully my moots see it, and i just want to thank you all for the friendship and the joy.

and to anyone who’s reading this, to anyone who’s ever read my stories at all - i love you more than you know. i appreciate you so much. thank you for giving me a bit of your time, the smallest of corners in your life; it means so much to me. please, take care of yourself, you’re so special and beautiful.

i know a lot of people have quit lately because of hate or lack of interaction. this isn’t the case for me, seeing as thankfully i didn’t really get any hate, and i’ve been lucky enough to get interactions in a level i’m satisfied with and grateful for. but i do want to use this opportunity to remind everyone to interact with the art you see and like on here - and i mean comments and reblogs, not just likes. remember countless hours have been invested in this art, show your appreciation.

and most importantly, remember we’re all just people behind these screens, so please, be kind - kindness is key.

#Leila rants #ngl it made me a lil emotional to write this:')#love u all muah<333 #also if u got the hamilton reference im sending u a big hug and a high five #tagging a little for visibility #chris evans x reader #steve rogers x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #sam wilson x reader #bucky barnes x reader

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lokisgoodgirl · 2 months

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Be Mine [Loki x Reader]

A Link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: A morning meeting has an unexpected twist. Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Language. Smutty. Avenger!Loki x Female Reader. Questionable flirting techniques. (w/c 2.8k)

The muscle at the side of Loki’s jaw flexed. He swallowed; an achingly glacial bob of his Adam’s apple making you want to claw your eyes out.

For some inexplicable reason he had opted to wear full leathers to today’s briefing.

It was seven nineteen in the AM. Thor was sporting a muscle vest boasting not one but three stains of varying complexity and a pair of shorts which left little to the imagination. Scott was wearing his dressing gown.

The rest of the team hung off chairs and flopped on the table in various states of undress. Steve stood at the head of the room as usual; prim and fresh in a crisp button-down and perfectly creased chinos.

“So what we’re seeing here,” Steve said, turning to the group from the Powerpoint, “is an up-tick in biological experiments-”

His eyes narrowed while they roamed over the doodling, distracted and hungover band sprawled around the table. “Lang.” he snapped. “Close your legs; there are ladies present.’

Scott shuffled up his seat, drawing the dressing gown down over his knees while mumbling apologies. A low rumble of mirth circled the room, but Loki’s gaze never left the Captain’s.

The curve of his dark lashes swept upward, features set in performative rapture. Loki's facial expression hadn’t changed as the scene unfolded, but for a miniscule twitch of his lip. Usually the two of you would exchange a few eye rolls; a few knowing smiles during a particularly turgid monologue about shoe storage post-mission...but not today. Today he hadn't even looked at you.

Steve sighed. He extended a finger and pushed his retractable pointer down to a stub. Pacing to the table, he dropped his head, laying his palms flat. When he looked up, disappointed-dad energy was thick in his eyes. “Folks, this just won’t do.” he said.

Natasha’s sunglasses slid down her nose. Scott crossed his legs making the swivel chair knock into Wilson and waking him up. The Falcon’s arms flew wide on instinct, whacking Tony in the chest. “Jesus Christmas-” Tony snorted, blinking wildly. “It was a party.” Natasha drawled, pushing the sunglasses back in place with disdain. “Maybe if you’d stayed after the cake you’d have those tight panties of yours in less of a spick, Rogers.”

“That’s Captain Rogers.” he snapped. “We’re on the clock.” “Calm down, Rogers.” Tony said, cresting his fingers. He was remarkably chipper for a man with whipped cream crusted in his hairline. “You’re all sitting on my clock. Remember that.”

Steve flushed scarlet. His eyes narrowed as Tony’s smirk grew.

“All I’m saying is it’s a sorry day when Laufeyson is the star pupil. Look at him!” Steve said, gesturing incredulously at Loki who remained in position; back straight, chin up. But now, one eyebrow arched. “All of you lot in your skivvies and Laufeyson’s in full dress?” Steve shook his head. “I fail to see the humour, Rogers.” Loki said. “Why is it so surprising that I come to our daily summons dressed thus? Certainly I have never presented myself in a tragic towelling monstrosity like Lang here.” “There was that one time with the silk nightie.” Sam whispered to Scott. Scott covered his mouth.

“A silk robe.” Loki snapped.

“Usually you only bring out the Asgardian shit when you’re brown-nosing. Or when you’ve done something shifty.” Natasha said, propping her chin up with a fist. You bet her eyes are closed. Wanda nodded behind her Starbucks.

“Or trying to impress someone,” the witch said. Natasha waved a finger in agreement. “Sexually.” Wanda added.

Loki released a scandalised snort. “How dare you.” he said. Leather creaked against his biceps as he folded his arms.

Beneath the table, your thighs squeezed together. The only thing hotter than Loki in leather, was an indignant Loki in leather. You suddenly became very aware of your quickened breaths making the buttons of your blouse strain. The god’s eyes darted to the side, meeting yours. “What?” he snarled. “Nothing.” you squeaked, swallowing. An awkward silence hung in the room. The scent of stale vodka suddenly seemed very strong. Steve sighed.

“Let’s call it for this morning-” he said, immediately met with muted hisses of celebration around the table. He patted down the air. “Rescheduled for this afternoon. Thirteen-hundred sharp. Wear clothes.” Approval turned to whines and hushed curses as chairs were swivelled and aching bodies shifted. “Unbelievable.” Loki snarled under his breath.

You watched out the corner of your eye as he stood; the flat of his iron stomach inches from your face. The scent of rich leather filled your nostrils while Loki’s fingers nipped beneath the hem of his tunic, tugging it down. He flipped the length of his cape with a sniff. You saw it swirl around his boots briefly as he stepped towards the window, clasping his hands behind his back.

Taking your time, you picked up each piece of carefully laid stationary at your seat. One by one, the rest of the team left the room. Steve was last, his hand hovering on the door handle while he shot you a wary look. As a parting gift, he opened the door wider. “You didn’t stay late?” Loki’s voice was a thick hum in the growing silence. His tone, inscrutable. “Huh?” “At the party.” he said. “You didn’t stay late.”

This time it wasn’t a question. “I usually head off when Thor starts making passes at everyone. I didn’t see you. Were you there?” “He did that?” Loki bristled. “To you?” There was a pause. “To everyone.” you repeated quietly. Loki’s shoulders stiffened. His fingers twitched, thumb digging into one exposed palm behind his back. He was still staring out the window.

“I’ll see you later.” you said, nerves fluttering in your belly. The god’s hair shortened as his chin dipped. You wondered how it would feel to wind those dark strands through your fingers as you rode him. Wondered how the grunts and signs and pretty curses from his lips would sound wet in your ear.

“No.” Loki said. “Excuse me?” “No,” he repeated.

You steadied against the table-top with the pads of your fingertips. Small stars began to burst in your field of vision. “I think the leather looks goo-good,” you stammered. And you didn’t know why.

The thought of him barring the exit of enemies in far flung realms using only that voice barged through the doors of your imagination with the force of a horny caveman. If that was the last sarcastic quip they heard, by god, you imagined they may just have died happy. And hard.

“It looks good.” you repeated, no more than a whisper. Loki turned his head. The sharp profile came into view at a glacial pace. First the peaked tip of his chin, then the slant of his regal nose, then the harsh peak of his cheekbone, then his eyes. Your ass met the table-top with a stumble. There was a small crease between his eyebrows. “Bold of you to make another jest without your compatriots around you, Agent.” he said. Across the short distance between you, venom dripped from his tongue; his hackles raised. “I wasn’t joking,” you said quietly as his gaze fell to your feet with a sneer. The quick breaths that made your buttons strain were back. Loki’s rising stare lingered on your breasts, a small smile tweaking at the corner of his mouth. Words tripped from your lips, forcing their way from behind your teeth. “I like it.”

Loki’s eyes narrowed. He turned fully with a ceremonial flourish, the hands clasped behind his back moving to the front and rippling his leather and silken cloak. It fluttered.

“Is that so?” he purred darkly. He didn’t believe you.

You imagined how this is how a rabbit felt in the eyeline of a fox. To look away was to admit weakness, vulnerability. It meant death. And yet – it was the only chance to escape. But did you want to escape? Not really. You wanted to feel the sharp of his teeth fasten to your neck as he sucked and bit and made violent love to every inch of you.

You nodded, not breaking eye-contact. Loki inhaled sharply, chin tilting up as he did so.

His eyes wandered over grim foam tiles as though an enemy lurked beyond the suspended ceiling. They narrowed, darting back and forth. With a thundering heart, you noted one of his heavy boots rise from the floor. He paced forwards slowly, ceremonially, stopping inches from you. Your fingers curled tight around the table’s edge, the messy in your panties beneath the skirt becoming intolerable. Loki cleared his throat. “Am I to understand, contrary to common rhetoric, that you find my Asgardian leathers enticing; Agent?” “I think ‘enticing’ is a little grandiose, is it not?” you laughed, cringing at the way you so easily mirrored his speech. Loki noticed it too. He tilted his head. “I am nothing if not grandiose, Agent.” Loki said. “Am I not impressive? Am I not imposing?”

He trailed a long finger down your bicep, his touch light as a feather. “So often, you mortals use such words as insult.” he mused.

“It is merely a reflection on your own feelings of inferiority. This morning is a perfect example. An attempt at ridicule to deflect from their own pathetic presentation. Each one more bedraggled and an abject embarrassment to their purpose than the last.” Heat began to rise in your cheeks as his finger drifted along your collarbone. There was a pause, his eyes dropping to your lips before the finger brushed the skin at the hollow of your neck. It graced upwards, tracing the curve and stopping beneath the tip of your chin. “But not you.” he said.

The god’s eyes snapped to yours. His cheekbones hollowed under fluorescent lights, mischief glowing from the depths of his irises and painted in every light wrinkle on his brow.

“What else do you like, Agent?” he goaded softly. “Do you like the idea of what lies beneath these leathers?” You swallowed thickly. “I don’t know what you want me to say, Loki-” you said, glancing towards the open door. He followed your eyes, rolling his own. With a flick of his hand the door slammed shut. “I want you,” he breathed, leaning closer so that the heat of his cheek warmed your own, “to tell me what else you like.”

You bit your lip, watching his beautiful face come back into view. With a prang, the thought occurred that perhaps you were not the rabbit after all. Perhaps you were the fox. Loki’s gaze lingered on your face, searching it.

Emboldened, you found the words. “Why should I?”

His brows peaked softly. He released a muted sigh, pursing his lips. “As much as I am loathe to admit it, Romanoff was right.” he said. The hand tilting your chin upwards returned to its mate, clasped against the leather tunic. “I was trying to impress someone, but not that insufferable Rogers.”

He raised his eyebrows.

Excitement blossomed deep in your belly; rising like shaken soda and fizzing around your chest. Loki bit his bottom lip.

“You see, Agent, I like you very much. And I’m afraid that now it has reached the juncture where I must know if you like anything about me...beyond my exquisite taste in battle armour.”

The change in his demeanour was so dramatic that you could only gape. But when it came to Loki, could you expect anything less? Without thinking you reached forward and grasped the belt slung over his chest, pulling him forward.

Loki’s mouth clashed with yours, the heat of his lips giving way to the thrust of his tongue. Your hands slid over his metal epaulettes, tangling in ebony waves that cascaded around his shoulders. He tasted like heaven, the scent of him deep and dangerously delicious in a way you’d never known. A scent a girl could lose herself in forever; gladly.

In seconds your back was flat against the table, its cool wood harsh against the heat of your skin through the blouse. Loki’s ravenous kiss consumed you, licking and dancing inside your mouth like a man possessed. His shallow moans ricocheted between slurps of his lips, wetness coating them.

“Tell me, you infuriating woman,” he panted as a thick forearm landed on the wood beside your head. The metal vambrace clanged against cheap wood. Saliva hung between your mouths as he stared deep into your soul; blue eyes darkening. “Tell me what you like.”

“About you?” you panted. Loki didn’t nod, only lowered his chin.

His nose nudged at your lips, dragging upwards, tongue tracing around the bottom one. He had begun to smile. One of his legs nudged your thighs wider. The god straightened and you felt a thrill run from your scalp to the tips of your dangling toes. He towered above like a monolith, leather tight to his rectangular body. Hair fell around his jaw, perfectly imperfectly wolfish curls flirting against his skin. His cape brushed against your bare calves as he shifted his stance, palms sliding up your thighs and pushing your skirt higher. “Yes; I like the idea of what’s beneath all this,” you whined as you pawed at his leather-clad stomach. It was so hard. Loki smirked, watching beneath half-lidded eyes. “I think about fucking you in the showers after training,” you whispered bashfully as your hips thrust up against your will. Loki raised an eyebrow. “More...” he rumbled. “I think about you all the time. All the awful things I want to do to you, y-you do to me- Loki, uhh-”

His hands crept higher as you spoke, fingers hooking around the hips of your panties. “If I pull these down, darling” he said with an air of reprimand, “will they be wet?” You let out a gasping moan, back arching against the table.

“Excellent.” Loki snickered, pulling the panties down the length of your legs before stepping back between them.

A hand flew to your mouth as you watched one long finger dip between your thighs, running lightly between your folds. He brought it to his lips, sucking gently. His cheekbones hollowed, finger slipping out. He swallowed with a groan of appreciation.

Loki settled himself between your legs, pushing them wider. The height of the table pressed your dripping centre against his crotch. You thought you might explode. His palms slid up your waist, exploring the curves of your body while your legs wrapped around his hips. The god’s cock pressed eagerly against the leather, strong and thick up the centre. His forearms came down at either side of your head, metal wrist-guards clinking.

“I will show you what it is to be mine,” he murmured in your ear.

Loki’s cock settled against your sex, rubbing in perfect gyration. “Oh...god,” you gasped as the weight of his body pressed against your own.

Fingers combed up from the base of his neck, tangling in his hair. The next moment, they grasped around his back, pulling him closer, catching in the folds of his cloak which draped across your bodies. The god grunted filthy praises in your ear as his bound manhood sent electric currents of pleasure deeper than you’d ever known. His searching lips found their way to your neck, your jaw. Every utterance from his throat more disgustingly sensual than the last. Hot leather filled your nostrils, the scent of him strong and intoxicating. Mounting orgasm bubbled in waves, a dream-like trance broken only with whispered groans of pleasure from your throats. Loki Laufeyson was about to make you cum. The thought was unbelievable. And yet, your pussy being tugged and massaged and owned by his leather-bound cock into the throes of heaven knew it to be true. Dry-humped like a teenager in the back of a pick-up.

“Be mine...” Loki mumbled breathlessly, a strangled choke gasping from deep in his chest. He immediately dove for a perishing kiss, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth and releasing it with a wet suck. He smouldered down.

Against the bright lights, his dark halo shone; tendrils curling against your cheek and brushing with every calculated roll of his hips. Every muscle in your body tensed. Your legs tightened against his hips.

“Be mine,” he echoed. His face was twisted, and you suddenly wondered how close he was to cumming in those beautiful leather pants. “Loki-” you gasped, clutching at his cape. Back arching, the last thing you heard as climax stormed your brain were the matching pants of the god. The last thing you saw were his peaked brows above dilated pupils so deep you could drown in them.

In the afterglow, all you could manage were garbled phrases as your forearm draped over your eyes. “That was...unexpected.” you panted when the god’s weight lifted from your chest. “Perhaps for you.” Loki winked. “It was very carefully calculated on my part,” You watched in dazed disbelief as Loki sank to his knees, leather creaking, and hoisted your hips higher. He lapped at your soaking pussy, muffled moans seeping from his throat as he buried himself in your fresh pleasure. The flat of his tongue licked a thick stripe from the base to your swollen clit, placing a gentle suck on the tip. His eyes flickered up, meeting yours.

“Immaculate, as expected.” he breathed. His chin glistened.

You groaned as he withdrew; grasping at the air as he went. That small caress of him against your sex was everything you could ever have dreamed. Loki let you reluctantly arrange yourself before offering his hand for the short hop off the table. “Not exactly how I imagined our first time,” you said with a sheepish smile. Loki scanned your face.

“Agent don’t be insulting. That was merely a sample,” he scoffed. “It barely counts.” He stepped forward, pulling you flush against him with a flat palm at the base of your spine. “We must ensure you have eaten something before more intimate activities are indulged in; lest you faint. Or worse.” “Or worse?” “You are only mortal, after all.” Loki smiled slyly. “And this,” he gestured to his cock; hard and straining against the leather, “can be rather a handful. As well can his Master.” You slapped him on the shoulder. Loki smirked. Remembering the unexpected schedule change, you frowned. “You think we have time before the meeting later?”

Loki snorted. “We’re not attending. The two of us fulfilled our obligations, unlike the more cretinous members of our party.” You raised an eyebrow. “You’re going to get me in trouble, I can tell.” Loki’s fingers danced up your back, a light thrust of his hips making your body keen. His dirty exhale flooded your ear, the warm scent of him overloading your senses.

“Oh Agent,” he purred against the skin; his eyes darting covertly to the pair of panties discarded on the floor. “As if you expected anything less.”

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queen-of-the-avengers · 6 months

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Not Allowed

Pairing: Cop!Bucky Barnes x Receptionist!Reader

Word Count: ~2.1k

Warnings: bad date angst, jealous bucky

Summary: You and Bucky always flirt with each other while at work but it never goes anywhere like you'd hope. You accept a date with another man, causing Bucky to be jealous. He's a cop who is jealous. Nothing will go wrong, right?

Squares Filled: kink: pet names (2021) for @buckybarnesbingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

You walk through the double doors with a smile on your face because today is another day. You’re alive and that’s the best kind of day. You work for the local police department as their receptionist. You’re the first thing people see when they come in so you have to be on your best behavior.

You set your things down on your desk and quickly get settled in. Besides the Captain, you’re the first one in the building. Every officer that comes in, you greet them with a smile as you log into your computer.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Officer Wilson says when he comes in. He always calls you that since he's often told you how he thinks of you like a little sister. “How was your weekend?”

“Too short,” you chuckle. “Did Sarah get into that college?”

“Yeah, she got the acceptance letter yesterday.”

“Oh, I’m so happy for her!” you grin.

“Yeah, I’ll tell her to give you a call.”

Sam taps your desk twice and leaves to go to his own. A few more officers come in until the one you’ve been waiting for walks in confidently. Your heart starts to race because you have a huge crush on him. He kind of knows it but doesn't outright call you out on it.

“There she is,” Bucky smiles and leans on your desk.

“Officer Barnes, it’s good to see you.”

“Doll, you know you can call me Bucky.”

He knows exactly what those pet names do to you. After a night of drinking together, you let it slip that your kink is pet names, and doll happened to be your favorite. Like him, you won’t call him out on it.

“I know. How was your weekend?”

“Better if you were there with me,” he flirts.

“Oh, Bucky,” you chuckle nervously. “You don’t mean that.”

“Yeah, I do. I was wishing, ‘Man, don’t I wish Y/N was here with me? I guess I have to drink alone’.”

“You know what alcohol does to me.”

“Yeah, I do,” he smirks. “You look cute today. That dress compliments you.”

“A compliment. I might swoon,” you joke even though your cheeks are hot.

“As long as it’s in my arms, I don’t care.”

“Don’t you have a job to get to, Officer Barnes?”

“Yeah, but I’d rather stay here and talk to you.”

“You might get fired.”

“It’s worth it,” he winks. “Here’s your coffee.”

He sets your favorite coffee order next to your keyboard and walks away. That’s the extent of your relationship with Bucky. You two flirt constantly but nothing ever comes of it. It’s comfortable. Why leave something when you’re comfortable being there? Do you wish you were something more? Of course. Do you think he’s going to man up and take it to that next level? Not unless something threatening happened like him realizing if he doesn’t do it soon, he’d lose you.

Some of what your work includes is printing off documents for the other officers, inputting things into evidence before they get shipped off there, and sorting through the files regarding the people they have locked up in the holding cells or interrogation rooms. You already have a list of things to print out and file, but you look for Bucky’s name first.

After printing off what he needs, you get up and personally hand this to him. There is a mailbox for the officers that you’re supposed to put in, but you like visiting his desk. He has a picture of you and him printed out and placed next to his computer that you look at every time you visit.

“Here are the papers you asked for,” you smile.

“Thanks, doll,” he grins and grabs them from you, intentionally brushing his fingers against yours.

You go back to your desk to finish your work, and you come across two people who need stuff put into evidence. One of them sent it over a couple of hours ago, and the other one is from Bucky. You immediately click on his name to get what he needs first before looking at the other one.

“Now that is bullshit,” you hear from behind you.

You jump and turn to see Sam standing there with a half-smile on his face.

“What are you doing? You scared me!”

“I sent you evidence hours ago and Bucky sent you it just now, and he’s the one you pick first?”

“I--”

You don’t have any words for that.

“When are you two gonna fuck?”

“Sam Wilson!” you gasp.

“What? It’s a valid question. I should ask him that.”

“Don’t you dare!”

“I’m rooting for you two no matter how painful the slow burn is,” he chuckles and walks away.

It takes half an hour to get the idea of you and Bucky fucking for you to do your job right. Once you’re in the groove of things, the door opens and an attractive man walks in.

“Can I help you?” you ask with a smile.

“Yeah, I’m here for my brother. He’s in lock up.”

“Okay, what’s his name and date of birth?”

“James Farley. 04/05/1986.”

“Your name?”

“Brandon Farley.”

“Okay, I see your brother here. It looks like--”

“I’m sorry, but I have to tell you how beautiful you are.”

“Oh, thank you,” you blush.

“Are you seeing anyone?”

“No, but--”

“Great. Can I take you out?”

“You can see how this is inappropriate, right?”

“Yeah, but you like it,” he grins. “So, can I take you out?”

There’s a certain charm about him that you find endearing maybe because he reminds you of Bucky. Being put on the spot like that is enough to make you freeze up, so you say the one thing that won’t cause conflict.

“Yes.”

“Here’s my number.”

He grabs your hand and writes his number on it so that it won’t come off with one scrub.

“I have sticky notes!”

“This is better. Now you won’t lose it.”

“Go take a seat. Someone will be with you shortly to bring you to your brother.”

“Thanks,” he winks and walks to the waiting room.

You’re about to get up and wash off the number when you notice Bucky standing in the doorway that leads into the precinct.

“Did I hear that right?”

“What?”

“You have a date?”

“Yeah, he asked me out,” you stutter. Bucky looks pissed as if you just told him you killed someone. “Why do you look angry?”

“Nothing. No reason.”

Bucky walks off angrily leaving you confused. He avoids you like the plague for the rest of the day. He isn’t at his desk when you drop off paperwork, and he’s not there to walk you to your car when you get off. He’s supposed to get off an hour before you do, but he stays after not on the clock to make sure you get to your car safely.

This time, he didn’t.

The next day, Bucky is already at work when you arrive. There is no coffee on your desk, either, and you’re feeling guilty for accepting a date with someone else. Is that why he’s acting this way? Sam walks in drinking an energy drink when you stop him.

“Hey, what’s going on with Bucky?”

“You’re kidding, right?”

“No, what did I do?”

“You accepted a date from someone else.”

You knew it. Why is he bigging out?

“So?”

“Have you not been here for the past two years? You two flirt like crazy.”

“No, he’s just being friendly.”

“You won’t get it until you do,” Sam shakes his head and walks off.

The date with Brandon comes sooner than you hoped. He picks you up in a fancy car and takes you to a fancy restaurant that you could never afford. He smooth-talks the hostess to get him a table by the window so he can have a view while he eats. The waitress brings by a drinks menu but he already orders what you two are going to drink.

“Trust me, you’re going to love this,” he winks at you.

“Okay,” you say and fiddle with your fingers underneath the table. “You know what I do for work. What do you do for work?”

You shouldn’t have asked him that.

“I work in the telecommunications sector. You know that big building in the city? That’s mine. It’s funny. I got all my parents’ money when they died and instead of using that money for myself, I decided to invest in a small company that turned out to give me millions.” You open your mouth to speak but he continues talking. “Can you imagine that? This small company that wasn’t going to go anywhere if it weren't for me. I’m like their hero. They eventually sold their part to me, and I’ve been thriving ever since.”

Once he got to talking about his job, he hasn’t shut up about it since. He’s very arrogant and rude but that doesn’t seem to stop him. As soon as the drinks come, you greedily take yours and down it without caring what it is.

“Whoa, doll, calm down. I don’t need to haul you to the car at the end of the night. You should pace yourself.”

No one can call me that but Bucky. Oh, Bucky. You shouldn’t have said yes to this man. He only asked you out to hear himself talk. You want this date to end so you pretend to be interested in what he has to say. Even when the date is over and he’s driving you home, he won’t shut up. His voice mixed with alcohol is starting to make your head throb.

About halfway to your house, you see red and blue lights behind you.

This better not be him, you think to yourself. Brandon pulls the car over obediently and waits for the officer to approach him. You look through the mirror to see the outline of the officer and recognize it immediately. He better not. I swear to God… Instead of walking to the driver’s side door, Bucky walks over to your door and leans down so only you can see him.

“Step out of the vehicle, please.”

“No.”

Bucky takes a deep breath to calm himself down. He leans in so close that you can smell his delicious cologne. That makes your head spin.

“I’ll repeat myself. Step out of the car.”

“Or what? You’re gonna drag me out?”

“Don’t tempt me, doll,” he says so only you can hear it.

“Is there a problem, Officer?” Brandon asks.

“Yes. You have a busted taillight.”

“Fuck! You’ve got to be joking, sir.”

“No, sir, I’m not.”

“Shit. Officer, I can promise you I keep this car in the utmost pristine condition.”

“Not today, buddy. That’s a ticket.”

Bucky takes out his pad and writes Brandon a hefty ticket for a broken taillight you’re not sure is even broken.

“Fuck!” Brandon turns to you without guilt on his face. “Look, do you mind if I drop you off right here? Your house is only down the road. You can get there from here, right?”

Your mouth drops open in shock.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take her home,” Bucky offers.

“Thank you. I’ll call you.”

You don’t say anything as you get out of the car. Bucky walks you to the passenger side of his cruiser. You look at the taillights of Brandon’s car and notice they’re both working properly.

“What the fuck, Bucky?” you yell when he gets in the driver’s seat. “His taillights are broken! You can’t just do that. That’s illegal!”

“He’ll fight against it, and I’ll drop the charges,” he shrugs.

“You’re un-fucking-believable. We were actually having a good time,” you lie.

“No, you weren't,” he laughs.

“How do you know that?”

“It’s written all over your face. Your eyes don’t have the usual light.” Bucky pulls onto the road and heads in the direction of your house. “I don’t know why you would accept the date in the first place.”

“Because at least he had the fucking balls to ask me.”

That puts the entire car ride into a tense silence. He doesn’t say anything for the rest of the ride home. He pulls up to your place but instead of letting you get out first, he gets out and walks over to your side of the car. He opens the door but doesn't let you leave the car. He leans into the car, grabs your chin, and kisses you. You’re shocked but you won’t pull away from him. Both your lips move in harmony against one another, and he slides his tongue into your mouth to show you he means business.

“You’re not allowed to see other men.”

“Why not?” you ask, breathlessly.

“Because you’re mine now and I’m not gonna let you go.” This brings a smile to your face. He lets you get out, and when you pass by him, he taps your ass lightly. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Doll.”

Yes, you will.

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Man on a Mission

Summary: Apparently, someone called Bucky's girl a whore. He has now made it his life's mission to find out who.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

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Bucky sat at the kitchen island, eyes narrowed, leg bouncing, and the same scene from last night replaying in his head.

Bucky drew random patterns on your bare shoulder, his nose buried into your hair. You were being quieter than usual, but he knew you were awake as he could feel your hands fidgeting.

He didn’t want to press you to tell him about it, so he settled on making you feel as loved as possible, pressing kisses into your hair.

Suddenly, you broke the silence, taking Bucky by surprise.

“Buck . . . do you think I’m a whore?”

“Wha-” Bucky lifted his head immediately, trying to look at you. But you hid your face in your hands, turning away from him.

“God don’t look at me. Fuck, this is so embarrassing,” You groaned into your hands. “Forget I said that.”

“No, honey, look at me please,” Bucky gently pulled your hands down, cradling your face. “Who called you that?”

“No, no, no one,” You shook your head frantically. “I’m sorry, just forget I said anything. I don’t know what I was thinking.”

“No, sweetheart, who- okay we’ll get back to that later. But you are not a whore, okay? No woman deserves to be called that in the first place. Who-”

“No, no one. I was just . . . I just randomly thought of it.”

Bucky wasn’t convinced, but he let it slide.

For now.

“Well, I don’t want you thinking these things about yourself.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Okay?”

You nodded, seeming relieved and a little surprised that he dropped it that easily.

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

It was now the next morning, and you were at the gym with Natasha, which gave Bucky the perfect opportunity to figure out who to murder.

Steve walked into the kitchen with Sam trailing behind.

“Morning Buck.” Steve greeted. His head stuck into the fridge, trying to look past the shit ton amount of edible cookie dough you had made a couple days earlier.

“How come you didn’t come run with us, you lazy fat ass.” Sam teased, leaning on the island.

“Didn’t feel like it.” Bucky narrowed his eyes.

Suspect 1: Sam Wilson, The Most Annoying Bird Alive

Sam had a tendency to poke fun at people, but some might not take it as well as others. For example, when a barista burst out in tears last week when Sam joked about her being “all over the place” with all the orders coming in. (He came in with flowers the next day)

Bucky wondered if Sam had said something that was supposed to be funny, but you didn’t think it was and got upset.

A part of Bucky wanted to settle on Sam so he had an excuse to beat him up, but the more rational side of him realized that you had gone on one too many missions with him to think he was being serious about anything he said.

Tony then came in, holding a bunch of empty coffee mugs in his hand, practically throwing them into the sink.

“Bruce said my mugs were ‘taking up too much room’ in the lab,” Tony rolled his eyes. “Well why doesn’t he try being the goddamn genius backbone of this team.”

Bucky stared at him intently.

Suspect 2: Tony Stark, The Dick Who Can’t Set His Metal Rock Music Lower Than 98

Tony had a tendency to snap easily, especially when he was low on sleep (which was basically all the time). Everyone usually steered clear of Tony when he was moody, because he would most definitely say the meanest things, but not really mean any of it.

Bucky tried to think if it was logical that Tony would snap at you and say something. However, he came to the conclusion that even if Tony had said something, you had known him for too long to take his sleep-deprived words to heart.

“What are you looking at, Winter Schnitzel?” Tony challenged, noticing Bucky staring at him.

“Nothing.” Bucky replied, his stare shifting over to his best friend, who was grinning in amusement, but still trying to find something to eat that wouldn’t give him diabetes.

Suspect 3: Steve Rog-

Bucky stopped himself, almost laughing at himself for thinking Steve would ever call a woman a whore.

Even though you always kept the fridge full of random items you would make, Steve would never say a single bad thing about you.

For now, Bucky was stuck.

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6 hours later, and Bucky was still stuck.

You and Peter were out (God knows where), which was another perfect chance for Bucky to think.

But the problem was he couldn’t think of anyone.

Everyone in the compound adored you, so Bucky couldn’t figure out who the hell would deliberately say something to make you upset.

He dragged his shoes across the floor, cursing Steve in his head for making him go on a “stroll” because he apparently looked “pent-up”.

There was no way in hell Bucky would walk around outside, so he opted to take a walk inside, using Mother Steve’s demand to his advantage to scout out potential targets.

He halfheartedly glanced around the floor, stopping when his gaze landed on you.

He immediately grinned, not caring about the fact he probably looked crazy, and started his way over to where you were.

You were talking to someone with a bag in your hand. Bucky remembered you saying something about picking up a dress from the store for your friend. Peter was next to you, and for some reason, puffing his chest out?

But, as Bucky got closer, he realized you were talking to Jacob, the little dickwad who couldn’t take no for an answer,

“How many times do I have to tell you? Get out of my way. I’m trying to get this to someone.” Bucky heard you snap, tuning in with his enhanced hearing.

Bucky stopped, trying to assess the situation and figure out if you would appreciate him stepping in or not.

He knew you didn’t need anyone to stand up for you, but his overprotective side rippled through his body, his jaw clenching and fists balling.

“Baby, stop acting- “Jacob was cut off with a sharp slap.

The little bastard was taken by complete shock.

Meanwhile, Peter was still trying to look as intimidating as possible.

“Jacob, what the hell is your problem? I’ve told you to leave me alone more times than I can count. How fucking thick is your skull?”

Jacob was about to reply, with probably something bitchy, but he caught sight of Bucky in the corner with the most murderous glare and stopped himself.

He instead looked down and stepped to the side, giving you and Peter room to go.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought. Beat it.” Peter growled in the most non-threatening way possible as you two left, giving Bucky the perfect chance to slide in before Jacob could hightail out of there.

“Barnes.” Jacob greeted, clearing his throat.

“Callaway.” Bucky’s blood boiled at how differently he treated other men than how he treated women. “Didn’t your mother ever teach you to respect a lady?”

Before Jacob could reply, his equally dumb friend, Brody, walked past the two men.

“Damn, Jake. Barnes finally here to beat you up for calling his girl a whore?”

Bucky and Jacob both stared at Brody.

Jacob looked sickly pale, and Bucky looked calmly terrifying. Clear sign he was fucking enraged.

“Oh shit-” Brody finally put the pieces together, practically sprinting away.

Bucky turned back to face a petrified looking Jacob.

“So,” Bucky reached out, fixing Jacob’s tie and smoothing down his collar. “It was you, huh?”

Jacob tensed under Bucky’s touch.

“Chill pal, I just wanna talk.”

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A bruised cheek, wet underwear, and hurt ego later, Jacob’s talk with Bucky was over.

Bucky threw his feet up on the ottoman, but not before telling Friday to make sure Jacob was apologizing to you, as instructed by Bucky himself.

He patiently waited for you on the couch, a wide grin appearing on his face as you walked in and cuddled up next to Bucky, but not without pressing a kiss to his lips first.

Halfway through the movie, you turned to look at Bucky.

“Thank you,” You smiled.

“For what, doll?”

You turned back to face the movie, a smile playing at your lips. “C’mon. I know that was you. He would never apologize on his own will.”

Bucky laughed, turning you around once again to pepper kisses all over your face.

“I love you, my little smartass.”

“I love you too, pops.”

Mission accomplished.

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vigilante-3073 · 3 months

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Apology Flowers

Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: Bucky buys you flowers.

TW: Fluff, nervous Bucky, pre-established relationship, lovesick Bucky.

Bucky stood in front of the flower stand, bright blue eyes running over all the colorful options. He knew that every flower had meaning, but seeing the sheer variety had him lost.

"Can I help you find something, Sir?" The elderly salesperson asked.

Bucky sighed, "Yeah, I could definitely use some help. I'm looking to buy flowers for my girl, but I'm feeling a little lost," He confessed with a small smile.

"Well, what's her favorite color, dear?" The woman asked.

"She really likes pink," Bucky said.

"Then we have a place to start. Is there a special occasion at all?" She asked.

"No, not really. I had to go out of town for a few days on short notice and didn't get to say goodbye before I left," Bucky said.

It wasn't necessarily a lie, he did have to leave town on short notice. The poor woman didn't need to know that he had been traveling the world with Sam Wilson to stop a terrorist group.

"That's very sweet, there's not many men like you around anymore," She mused, scanning the options.

"Don't I know it," Bucky muttered.

"Ah," She said suddenly, locating what she had been looking for.

The woman gathered multiple pink and white flowers together, tilting the top of the assorted bouquet towards Bucky.

"How's that, dear?" She asked, Bucky smiled.

"It's perfect," He said.

....

Bucky made his way down the hallway towards the small apartment that he shared with Y/N.

He took a deep breath as he tucked a hand into his pocket to pull out his keys.

She would be pissed and he knew that he deserved it. Bucky had practically disappeared, no calls or texts to explain anything.

He had only sent one: 'With Sam. Be home soon'

Then his phone died. And that was a few days ago.

Bucky slid his key into the lock before opening the door and stepping into the apartment.

"Doll, you home?" He called.

Y/N appeared around the corner quickly, rushing over to meet him.

"Where the hell have you been? I was worried sick," She said, pressing herself against his chest as she hugged him tightly.

Bucky wrapped his arms around her, careful not to crush the bouquet.

He felt like he could finally relax for the first time in days. Bucky hadn't realized how much he missed her until she was in his arms again.

"I'm so sorry, doll. Sam and I got caught up in something big and I couldn't just leave him," Bucky said.

She pulled away, cupping his cheeks and inspecting the bruises and cuts littering his skin. He had hoped they would heal more before seeing her again.

"I'm gonna kill him," Y/N muttered.

"I'm okay," Bucky assured, thumb brushing across her hip gently.

Her shoulders relaxed as she exhaled, "Bucky, what happened? Why didn't you call me?" She asked.

"My phone died," Bucky stated.

She huffed, "You are so lucky that I love you as much as I do," Y/N said.

"I brought you flowers... I know it doesn't make up for what I did, but I'm really sorry" He said, holding the bouquet up for her to see.

She took the bundle from his hand, smiling softly as she sniffed the petals, "Thank you, Bucky," Y/N said.

She rose up onto her toes, pressing her lips to his in a gentle kiss.

Bucky leaned forward, chasing her lips as she pulled away. He slid his arms around her waist, "Kiss me like you missed me?" He asked.

Y/N's smile widened, hand resting on the side of his neck with her thumb resting along the curve of his jaw as she brought his lips to her's.

Bucky moved his lips against her's, his hands sliding under the material of her t-shirt to rest against her bare skin.

Bucky thanked his lucky stars for whatever he had done right in his life to deserve someone as amazing as her.

He hoped that the small velvet ring box hidden away in the back of his drawer would show just how much he loved her, but that's a story for another time.

Y/N pulled away, "I need to put these flowers in some water. Why don't you hop in the shower and I will meet you there?" She proposed.

"I love you so damn much," He mumbled.

"I love you too. Now go before I change my mind," She smiled.

Bucky pressed another quick kiss to her lips before he released her, making his way down the hallway in the direction of their bedroom.

Bucky Barnes loved his woman.

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