#sambucky x female!reader

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The sun ☀️, the moon 🌙, and the stars ✨

Chapter 11: heat of the moment

Pairing: alpha!steve Rogers x alpha!sam Wilson x alpha!bucky Barnes x omega!reader

Word count: 3.9k

Warning: smut! All the smut… I don’t think I’ve ever written so much smut for one chapter! Heat, ruts, claiming, biting, bond marks little tiny bit of insecure reader at the end. Some oral (f receiving), tiny bit of choking (you’ll see),

A/N:I’m surprised wrote this so quickly but I had been thinking about this chapter for a while. As always let me know your thoughts, I appreciate the reblogs and comments it hyped me up to write more.

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“My heat?”

“Yeah sunshine. It makes sense we’ve been around each other nonstop for the last week and a half. It was bound to happen.”

“But it didn’t feel so-so bad last time.” You whined.

“Possibly because you’ve been with the three of us constantly.” Sam says. “What do you want to do, sunshine? We can get Bruce here to help get rid of the symptoms or…”

“Or what?”

“We could help you through it. But it’s your choice if we claim you or not.” Steve says.

“Would you want to?” Your voice was small and you were afraid that they’d say no.

“Of course we do, you’re our best girl.” Bucky speaks up.

“I’d like that. To have your marks, all three of you.” You said before groaning when you felt more slick forming between your legs. It didn’t help that their scents were stronger now, this was just your body’s way of reacting to them.

“Ok, sweetheart. Everything is your choice, we’ll do what you want. Who do you want first?”

You looked at the three of them wide eyed.

“Sunshine, you’re ok. You’re safe with us. Just say the word and we’ll stop ok?”

You nodded, your brain foggy and thinking about only one thing.

“Use your words baby.”

“What I say goes.”

“Good girl.” Sam purrs out as he sat down in the nest you’d built.

Before Steve and Bucky left you and Sam, you practically demanded their shirts to add to the nest. Their scents helped soothe you. Any of them would have been a good choice as your first but Sam had been the one you connected with first. He had eased your worries about being in a relationship not only with an alpha but with the three of them. It would only make sense that as your hindbrain took over that you’d seek that same comfort in this part of the relationship.

“Tell me what you want, omega?”

“You. I want you alpha.” You whined as you straddled his thick thighs.

Sam didn’t stop you when you played with the hem of his t-shirt and then pulled it over his head. You’d seen him shirtless plenty of times and you’ve even had a few make out sessions that also ended with him shirtless but this was different. Sam placed his hands on your waist and pulled you closer before crashing his lips into yours. He only pulls away to take off your shirt and then his lips are on your neck and chest until he takes your nipple in his mouth. Your hips jerk forward as a reaction to his ministrations. Especially when his hand finds its place between your thighs and is expertly teasing your clit.

“Sam please.”

“I’ve got you. I’m gonna make you feel good.” He murmured against your skin.

Without warning he ripped the leggings you were wearing. Which was a good thing because you felt like you were burning up.

“Is all this for me?” Sam said with a cocky smirk as he felt the wetness that pooled between your legs.

“Alpha, please. Need you.”

“So pretty when you beg, omega.”

Sam moved you back slightly, enough to pull down his sweats. At any other moment you would have realized he wasn’t wearing any underwear but right now you were more interested in getting some sort of relief. Your attention was on his hardened length and instinctively you wrapped your hand around it and began to move it up and down. You preened when he moaned out your name.

“Y/N, are you sure you want this? Do you want me to claim you?” He asked one more time before he completely lost himself. You couldn’t tell yet but his rut was being triggered just by your heightened scent alone.

“Yes alpha. Want your mark and your knot.”

Sam growled at that and then an arm wrapped around you, pulling you up so that he could line himself up with your entrance. Your breath hitched as you lowered yourself onto him. You had been with a beta once but he didn’t compare to Sam. Sam was bigger, you were sure they would all be. The stretch was a bit uncomfortable at the beginning. He was gently running his hands up and down your thighs to keep you grounded and kissing your neck and chest to distract you. Once you were fully seated and you had a chance to get used to him, he cursed under his breath.

“Are you good, sunshine?”

“Mhm.”

“Take your time baby, I’m all yours. It’s just us, nothing else matters.” Sam smiles up at you as his hands move to your hips.

But you couldn’t wait anymore and you rolled your hips. You moaned as you did it once and a second time. Sam helps you build a steady rhythm by guiding your hips. Soon that isn’t enough and your hands are on his shoulders as you start to bounce on his cock.

“Fuck ‘mega. Feel so good, taking me so well.” Sam mutters. The grip he has on your hips tightens as he starts to take control. It causes more slick to drip from your center and you whine. “Make a mess on my cock ‘mega. Just like that.”

“Alpha, please.” You beg. “W-wanna cum.” You were right there on the edge of bliss but you needed a small push.

His scent was intoxicating, the way Sam held you close was comforting but it was the way he looked at you, as if you were the most precious thing in the world that made you throw your head back. Giving him easy access so that he could claim you. Sam shifted under you a bit, planting his feet firmly and thrusting up into you. That was all you needed as he hit your g-spot over and over again. It was sudden the wave of pure bliss crashed over you. Sam nearly growled as you clenched around him. Then you felt his teeth break skin but there was no pain, not when he helped you through your orgasm.

You were panting and resting your forehead against his shoulder while he rolled his hips a few more times before his knot locked you into place. He guided you to his neck, urged you to claim him just as he had you and you did it happily and he came with a grunt of your name.

The bond snapped into place and you’d never felt so alive or connected to anyone before.

“So good for me ‘mega.” Sam said softly as he pulled a blanket over you. He kissed your temple. You wanted to say something but you were so tired, your eyelids felt heavy. “It’s ok. Just rest.”

Without a worry in the world you relaxed against him and closed your eyes.

****

“Sam?” You called out as you woke up, worried he had left you.

“I’m right here sunshine.” He poked his head out from the bathroom and smiled at you.

Warmth spread through your chest as you made eye contact and your hand flew to your neck. There you found his mark on you and his smile brightened even more.

“How are you feeling?”

“Good. Great actually but…”

“But?”

“A little sore.” You said, a bit afraid he’d be upset but he smirked instead. Pride flooded the bond.

“Yeah you are.”

“Sam!” You felt heat rush to your cheeks and more slick formed at the thought of what you had done with him.

“It’s ok baby. I have just the thing for you.”

He walked out of the bathroom and without missing a beat he picked you up. The bathroom was warmer and there were a few candles set up. The bathtub was filled with water and you could smell whatever scented oils he used. There were a few flower petals floating on top too. Sam turned in order to set you down in the tub but your grip on his neck tightened.

“Get in with me?” You looked up at him with doe eyes, something you knew he couldn’t resist.

“Of course.”

Sam got in first and then you did, sitting between his legs and resting your back against his chest. His fingers delicately drew patterns up and down your arm and you sighed contently.

“Thank you.” You said after a few minutes of silence.

“For what?”

“Everything. You’ve been wonderful.”

“Baby, I’d do anything for you. We all would.” He says.

“I know.” You turn to look at him. “I just want you to know that I’m grateful and I’d do anything for the three of you.”

Sam smiles and places a gentle, loving kiss on your lips.

“Well all I want you to do for me right now is to get comfortable again and enjoy this bath before things get intense again.”

You smile and do as he says, enjoying the feel of his kiss on his mark.

Sam had placed you back in your nest. He cuddled with you a bit longer but as your heat built up again he knew it was time for him to let Steve or Bucky in. Even though he was reluctant to do so. Even amongst a pack like theirs possessiveness was bound to happen during an omega’s first heat with her alphas if there were more than one. He knew it was ridiculous to feel that way but he couldn’t help it.

With one last kiss to your forehead Sam got out of the nest you’d built that now smelled like sex. He was replaced by Bucky at your request. You sighed happily when you felt his vibranium hand caress your cheek.

“How are you feeling?” Bucky checked in with you.

“Bad, need you.”

“I know, moonbeam. I’m gonna take care of you now.” Bucky cooed. “Do you still want this? Want my mark on your neck?”

You only nodded as you felt that all familiar fuzziness taking over.

“Use your words darling.”

“Yes, I want it.”

“Good girl.” Bucky smirked as you preened.

He pulled back the blanket you’d been wrapped up in, leaving you bare for him. Bucky inhaled deeply as the sweet scent of French lavender, violets and honey that usually lulled him into a sense of calm, now made him feel alive in a different way. He couldn’t help but settle in between your legs. His lips moving up your thighs and leaving a trail of kisses. Bucky didn’t waste any time as he licked a long stripe from your weeping entrance to your clit. He growled at your taste before sealing his lips around your bundle of nerves.

You gasped at the sensation and your hands found their way into Bucky’s hair. The sweet sounds you were making were like music to his ears and he wanted to hear more. Soon enough he slowly started using a finger to fuck you.

“So fucking good omega.” He murmured against your mound before he started to flick his tongue over your clit.

“Alpha please.”

If the heat alone wasn’t enough, Bucky’s very talented mouth wiped all functions from your brain. You knew what you wanted but you couldn’t ask for it. Not with the way he was using two fingers to find that spongy spot inside. The need low in your belly built quickly and you found yourself grinding against his face.

“Be a good girl and cum for your alpha.” Bucky growled and it sent a shiver down your spine and straight to your pussy. You moaned as your eyes rolled into the back of your head.

It took a moment to come down from that high but when you did Bucky was gently caressing your cheek. He smiled at you when you finally looked up at him.

“So pretty when you cum, omega. I wanna see you do it on my knot.”

“Please alpha.” You reached for him and he gladly ducked his head and kissed you. Another moan escapes your lips when you taste yourself on his tongue.

Bucky moves to hover over you without breaking the kiss. Your legs part willingly as he settles himself in between them. When you feel his cock, already hard and leaking precum, against your heat you roll your hips.

“So desperate ‘mega. Is this what you want?” He rolled his hips and you moaned.

You nod and whine as he pulls away slightly. Bucky lines himself up, groaning as he pushes in.

“Look at that, you were made just for me.”

His hands find yours and he puts them over your head, pinning them with one hand. Bucky is slow with a roll of his hips. As much as he wanted to go fast and hard, he remembered that you were more delicate. He had much more restraint than he realized, even when you sounded so pretty.

“Alpha…”

“What do you want, omega? Tell me.” He ran his nose along your neck and he placed a kiss over Sam’s mark before giving your breasts attention.

“More, please.”

“More?”

“Faster. Harder.”

The growl that rumbled in his chest had you clenching around him.

“Are you sure about that darling? Think you can handle me fucking you like that?”

“Yes, please. Need it.”

Bucky smirked, his eyes completely dark and full of lust. His hand letting go of yours and traveling down your body until they’re at your hips. He pulled away from you, sitting up on his haunches and pulling you with him. Bucky snaps his hips once, testing out if that’s really what you want. You throw your head back with a moan as you hold on to his forearms. He does it again and again until he’s built a rhythm that is pushing you to the edge. He knows it just by the way you flutter and clench around him, that and the chorus of yes and alpha that pour out from your mouth.

When you finally reach your peak and you’re engulfed in pure pleasure, Bucky leans over and marks you. You feel his teeth break skin and then his tongue runs over the new mark. The next thing you feel is his knot and you will yourself to look up at him. He’s so beautiful like this, completely blissed out and barely holding back. Bucky offers you his neck and you claim him just how he had done with you. His knot catches and keeps him in place as he whispers your name. With a few final sloppy thrusts, Bucky cums.

Bucky wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you with him so that you’re laying on top of him completely. With a satisfied sigh and a smile on both your lips you let sleep take you as Bucky mutters praises in your ear.

****

To your surprise Bucky is still in the nest with you. He was seated up with his back resting against the pillows you had placed to the side earlier. He smiles as you look up at him.

“Hey there sleepyhead.”

“Hey.” You sit up and move to straddle his thighs and hide your face in the crook of his neck.

“Are you ok? I didn’t hurt you did I?”

“No, just wanna be close to you.”

You missed Bucky’s sweet smile as he wrapped his arms around you. He held you close for a few minutes, just enjoying the new bond that had been formed between the two of you.

“You need to drink some water.” He muttered a few minutes later. You pulled back to see he had a water bottle close by as well as some snacks. “Gotta keep your energy up, darling.” He said when he followed your eyes.

“I don’t want to eat.”

“What, all you wanna do is fuck?” He teases.

“Yeah.” You teased right back and he laughed. It was still a new and strange sensation, feeling his happiness through the bond. Along with that feeling Sam’s curiosity piqued.

“Just a few bites of something darling. Let me take care of you.”

“Ok.”

“Good girl.” Bucky’s praise sent a shiver up your spine.

The rest of the time with Bucky was spent cuddling and napping. You weren’t sure what time it actually was but you didn’t care as you were lulled to sleep with the coolness of Bucky’s left hand on your forehead.

The door opens slowly to reveal Steve. He was shirtless and was wearing sweats that hung low on his hips. The sight was mouth watering. He had a smirk on his face and a dark, lust blown look in his eye.

“Hi my sweet starlight.” He said as he walked in and closed the door.

“Hi.”

“Do you need anything?”

“Just you.” You whispered.

“Good answer.”

Although Steve is radiating the confidence that comes with being the head of the pack, both the team and personal, he’s gentle as he gets into the nest. He still understands how vulnerable you are at the moment. Steve hovers over you as he crashes his lips against yours. This kiss is more dominant and all consuming than any you’d shared before. You moan against his lips as his hands find your breasts and palms them.

“You like that, sweetheart?” He asks against your lips and you nod. “Do you want more?” You nod again.

“Please alpha, need more.”

“Then present for your alpha.” He whispered in your ear.

The command left no room for argument. Not that you would, the growl laced within it spoke directly to your inner omega. You scrambled to get on your hands and knees. Just for good measure you lowered your chest toward the floor and wiggled your hips for him. You heard his groan and then felt a sting on your ass from where he smacked you.

“Such a tease. You’ve been doing it for weeks.” He mutters before smacking your ass again after hearing your moan.

“You’re a tease.”

“Is that what you think baby?”

“Yes.” You say breathlessly as you feel Steve shift behind you and run his hardened length between your folds to gather the slick that has accumulated there.

“No more teasing then. I’m gonna give you what you want.”

“Please alpha.” You wiggle your ass for him one more time before he buries himself inside you in one thrust.

That was enough to knock the wind out of your lungs and your mouth to hang open. Steve could feel you clenching around him and it took everything in him to not fuck you into oblivion. At least not yet, he knew he needed to ease into it. Steve pulled back slowly and immediately you felt empty so you pushed back into him.

“Someone’s desperate.” He teases while grabbing your hips to keep you in place.

Then he pushes back into your warm cunt. Steve leaves a trail of kisses up your spine while he ruts into you.

“You feel so fucking good wrapped around me.” He whispers into your ear. “Gonna make you feel so good.”

Steve straightens up and starts to thrust harder and faster. You grip the pillow closest to you as you take every inch of him. He’s turned you into putty in his hands and all you can do is moan and writhe beneath him.

It doesn’t take long for you to start feeling that fire deep in your belly build. It’s obvious to Steve that you’re close with the way you’re making a mess and fluttering around his cock. His hand snakes around your body and wraps around your throat and he pulls you up. Steve moves his free hand from your hip to your clit, giving you added stimulation.

“Alpha… So good.” You said, over and over again.

“Are you gonna cum for me, pretty girl? I know you are. I can feel you squeezing me. So fucking tight.”

The combination of his filthy words, thrusts and hand between your legs was enough. You feel a wave of pleasure wash over you and the only thing keeping you up is Steve’s arms around you. His head is buried in your neck and that’s when you realized he’s left his mark on your neck. Before you can enjoy the feeling, Steve is pulling away and laying you down on your back before settling between your legs again. He smiles down at you while he lines himself up again.

This time when you look at him you can see the tenderness in his eyes. He’s gentle and caring with how he searches for his own release. Your hand comes up to caress his cheek as he whispers your name as he finds his own bliss and exposes his next to you. His knot seals you together for the moment, but your mark on his neck seals you together forever. Before moving Steve peppers kisses all over your face. Then as carefully as he can he moves to lay on his side. Your leg thrown over his hip and his arms around your waist to keep you close.

****

You’re cuddled up next to Steve when an overwhelming feeling washes over you. You can’t stop the silent tears that slip through your lashes and fall on his bare chest. He pulled back to get a better look at you at the sensation and noticed the tears.

“Sweetheart what’s wrong?” Steve asks as he sits up, bringing you with him. “Did I hurt you?”

You shake your head. There’s no real way to explain it. Soon the door to the room opens to reveal Bucky and Sam. They both have worried expressions on their faces.

“Talk to me baby. What’s wrong? Do you need something?”

“No, I just- I don’t know how to explain it. It just feels like a lot.” You said as you moved into Steve’s lap looking for comfort.

The three alphas look at each other, concerned that maybe they moved too fast. The last thing they wanted was to make you feel forced or trapped in a relationship.

“I’ve been so alone for most of my life. But now I have you, all of you. What if I’m not go-“

“Don’t even think about it.” Bucky cut you off. “We’ve talked about this darling. On our date remember.” He was sitting beside Steve so that you could see him. “Feeling like we don’t belong but we do, you do. That feeling right now, I know it. I felt the same way when I was first mated and bonded.”

“You did?”

“Yeah I did. It took me a while to figure out what that overwhelming feeling that sits right,” he leans forward and touches your chest. “There. It’s the bond and more importantly what you’re feeling is love. It’s the love we have for you.”

“You love me?”

“Sweetheart of course we do.”

“We love you so much.”

“Absolutely.”

They all said at the same time.

“I- I love you too. All of you.” You admitted.

That feeling in your chest warmed you from the inside out. Steve tipped your head back and kissed you softly.

“You have us and we never want you to doubt your place in our pack.” Sam adds. “I don’t think you’ve realized it but you’ve got us wrapped around your finger, sunshine.”

The following few days were a blur. Sam, Bucky and Steve’s rut started a few hours after your heat. The four of you were a tangled mess of limbs within the confines of your nest. They took care of you and you returned the favor.

It was overwhelming and scary, comforting and safe. The more you settled into the bond the more at home you felt. Never again would you be alone. You had your pack to make you feel safe and loved and cherished.

In those first few days understanding the bond and the connection with all three alphas was confusing. But then it clicked. You realized you were more than true mates, your souls were connected too.

Ch 12

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[gemstone-roses]

A song so sinful

Sam Wilson x Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

summary: Sambucky tells you how good you are for them. Can be read as part of the 'good girl' fic world but also on its own. Kinda threesome? But There's no DP here sorry!

You can read my other two fics which exist in the same universe as this but there is no need to read them before this, here.

Warnings: smut, Lots of praise, like sooo much 🙌. This is so incredibly filthy I don't know what to say to be honest. Overstimulation, spit kink,? Breast/nipple play. Praise, unprotected sex! Pet names, Mentions of squirting at the end. NSFW minors be fucking gone from here I swear!

There shall be another, where Sam makes the reader squirt.

Note: it has been a while, sorry! be kind! Likes reblogs and comments are much appreciated thankyou 🥺🥺 remember I am not responsible for your media consumption if this is not your jam then do not click the read more!

"God your taking me so well, isn't our girl taking me so well Sam?" Bucky croons, thrusting his cock into your soaked pussy.

You choke out a moan, the two men going back and forth while one of them has their cock stuffed in you and the other is stroking your face so gently has you almost seeing stars instantly.

Your lay on your back in between Sam's legs, his long fingers cup your face as he praises you

"You are, taking him so well baby, so good for us" Sam agrees, swiping his finger across your lip before pushing it between your lips.

You swirl your tongue around his finger, drool dripping down your chin onto your bare chest, coupled with the sounds from bucky pushing into you makes Sam throw his head back, moaning.

"Your so fucking beautiful" Sam says, removing his fingers to trail down to your breasts, a line of saliva followed his finger from your mouth, Sam swipes his finger over your nipple, causing you to push off the bed slightly.

Bucky has slowed down slightly, thrusting in and out of you lazily as he watches Sam toy with your nipples.

Sam rolls it between his fingers, pinching at the same time, your walls clench around buckys cock as he does.

"Mm, your so responsive baby" Sam whispers, leaning forward to spit on your erect nipple.

"m fuck" you choke out, gripping the sheets.

"So good for us honey", Sam's deep voice soothes you as your mind begins to cloud with the amount of pleasure

"I think she's close, buck"

"Are you doll? Are you gonna cum for us?" Bucky asks, he angles his hips differently and brings his metal hand to toy with your swollen clit

"Fuck doll, your just divine" Bucky mumbles

You arch even further off the bed, whining, the coil inside you almost ready to snap

"sh baby it's okay, we got you" Sam says as he softly pulls at both your nipples

"Please" you moan, Buckys finger moves so slowly around your puffy clit, his other hand comes to press on your lower stomach, and bucky feels your walls clench his cock tighter

"Doll your pussys gripping me so good, you feel amazing wrapped around my cock"

"Ohmygod" you breathe, his actions and his words push you over the edge, waves and waves of pleasure roll over you, stars dot your vision as your eyes fall shut

"Eyes on me honey, your face is so pretty when you come, that's it, good girl, come for us baby, " Sam encourages, his hands gently caressing your face as bucky continues to fuck you through your orgasm.

"Good girl, good fucking girl" Bucky growls, spilling inside you.

Sam continues to stroke your face while you come round. Bucky is in the bathroom getting a warm cloth and a cold drink for you.

"You did so good for us baby, so fucking good" he presses a kiss to your forehead before wrapping you in his arms.

You feel the bed dip as bucky begins cleaning you up. His free hand gently rubs your leg, they both know how comforting you find little touches like that.

You smile as Sam holds you tighter, he leans in and nips at the skin between your shoulder and neck.

"You know how you mentioned you wanted to experience squirting?" Sam whispers, his warm breath making goosebumps rise over your skin

"Mm" you say

"why don't we give it a try, after some food and a movie?" He nips at your neck once more, waiting.

You remember how you shyly brought up you'd never done it, and the two men in front of you shared a look, something brewing behind their eyes.

You'd wrapped your arms around your knees, embarrassed and Sam had to coax you out with assurances it was nothing to be embarrassed about and how they would be honored to be the ones who made it happen for you.

"yes" you breathe out, your pussy beginning to throb again at the thought.

"Mm" he moans into your ear,

"I can't wait to have you drench my fingers and cock" he adds.

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[romanoffsbish]

Mom, Dad, I’m…

Wanda Maximoff x R

Blackhill ; Bishova ; Stony ; BuckySam

Happy Pride Angels, 🌈❤️

Warnings: Attempts at Humor. Heteros.

"Detka, can you go get some tomatoes from the garden? Steve already ate all of the freaking salsa," Wanda grumbled dramatically, falling into your arms as you were mid conversation with Natasha and Maria about their work.

"He probably intended to bottom tonight," Natasha remarks with a shit stirring grin, you cackled in solidarity, but the both of you stopped when your wives stood shoulder to shoulder with a menacing tilt to their heads.

——

"Welp, those tomatoes aren't gonna pick themselves," you noted before running off, you avoided looking back, afraid to see Natasha's stony glare as you abandoned her with them.

Every man for themselves a mantra you live by, well, only when it comes to angry spouses. As an Avenger you were as selfless as the rest, but now you got to be more selfish in retirement.

Natasha, unfortunately, was your victim.

When you entered the massive greenhouse you took a second to admire your wives handiwork. The brunette had a knack for gardening, a green thumb if you will. The greenhouse was her go to place to find her zen after a day of dealing with you, Billy, Tommy, and Ella.

The witch loved you all, her beautiful family, but some days the lot of you made her feel a tad bit homicidal. On those days she gardened.

It wasn't hard to find the tomatoes, they were ripe and ready on a set of entangled vines. But before you could bring it to her, you were too enamored by the conversation your kids were having in their little cove behind the garden.

"I can't do it," Tommy groaned. "Yeah they just won't understand," Morgan Stark agreed with him, and you leaned in to hopefully garner more context for their troubled minds.

"At least Uncle Tony is bi," Raina Belova countered, "He'll be more understanding."

"Have you met our dad?" Anthony, the only Jr present, said in an incredulous manner. "He even claims Fido is gay, he's totally unhinged."

You had to put a hand over your mouth, the amusement you were experiencing was unreal.

"Couldn't be us," Elena teased, "I'm gay as hell, and Bryce here is both queer and nonbinary."

Oh goodness... Never in your days did you expect your kids to keep secrets from you, but for it to be such a silly one it honestly made you want to interrupt the conversation at hand.

To remind them that no matter what, you'd all continue to love them, but it was too funny.

"Mama is going to be mad," Celeste Belova added, "She always said being gay is the way."

"I thought she was ace?" Billy inquired. "She is, but that doesn't make her any less gay."

After the conversation moved on to who they were crushing on you snuck back to the party. The overall consensus being that every last one of your collective brood, besides your youngest, Ella, who was only five, and Natasha and Maria's powerful duo, said they're straight.

"Where have you been?" You ignored your wife, handing her the basket of ingredients while calling all of your friends to the dining room. Tony whined, "What is so important?"

"You guys will not believe what I just heard..."

Wanda rolled her eyes as you spun your tale, she chopped up the tomatoes, jalapeños and onions as you enamored the group of friends.

"Thank God we're safe," Maria teased, turning to her wife with a genuinely relieved smile. "Right? Can you imagine having to attend two straight weddings? And pretend to like it?"

"Oh jeez," you gasped, "I didn't think of that."

Wanda tossed the ingredients into a bowl as the lot of you bantered back and forth, her patience already running thin with you all.

"Y/N, this joke isn't funny." Yelena shook her head in defiance when you reminded her that this wasn't a joke. "You don't know what you are talking about. Must be hearing loss..."

Kate put a hand on her wife's shoulder, "It's true Lena, they've both told me already."

"You traitor!" Yelena ripped her arm away as if the raven haired woman had burned her skin.

You now worried that you'd inspired divorces.

"No," Tony gasped, shaking his head in fear as the unexpected reality set in. "You're lying, you have to be. No son of mine is straight!"

"Honey," Steve called out for him, "It'll be okay, we always knew it would be a possibility."

"It most certainly is not okay," he grimaced, then in a flash he was outside, calling for your children to gather around the hibachi station.

"Where's the fire pops?" Morgan jests, but quickly zips her lips as she sees her dad looking as if he was on the verge of a breakdown.

"Tell me Y/N's lying," he pleads, "That you're not straight, my fragile ticker can't take this."

"Tony!" Steve shrieked, "Don't use an old ailment to guilt the kids into being gay..."

"Stay out of this babe!" He growled, "As far as I am concerned they're gay. Y/N's a liar."

"Am not!" You gasped, "They're all heteros."

"Not us!" Bryce interjected. "We're queer."

"That's our precious babies," Natasha coo'd, arms opened wide for her kids to run into, and the both of their teens instantly ran at her.

Bucky and Sam had entered your backyard just as the revelation took place. You all watched as they took three steps back, baby carrier in hand as they looked to your kids as if they were all diseased. "We're just being cautious."

You snorted softly, "We understand fellas."

Wanda glared at you, but you remained unfazed for now. Too busy finding the dramatics entertaining to see the horror. Wanda saw it though, she looked out to see all of the kids wearing terrified expressions. She was about to console them, but then a fight broke out beside you, and you had to laugh.

"This is all your fault Kate Belova!" Yelena shrieked, "It was all of that organic mac and cheese you fed them when I was on missions!"

"Mac and cheese being healthy doesn't make a child straight," Kate shrieked back, hands running down her face as she realized her plans for a peaceful barbecue ended with this.

"If it had been orange they might have been more connected to the rainbow Kate!" Yelena went on, "It's like our gay power source."

"Well, with Wanda's garden the kids eat the entire rainbow and look at them, straight."

Yelena found your assistance unwelcome, "Keep out of this Y/N Maximoff. Your kids aren't all old enough to say yet, you still have a chance! Mine are all done... Stupid preteens"

"Well, that's not exactly true," you reasoned, "None of you have been to college yet, that's when you'll really know if you're gay or not."

Natasha, Yelena and Tony all nodded, they found your reasoning the most logical. It was a lot easier than accepting they're all straight.

"Okay, that's enough!" Wanda interjected, her tone terrifying, "Look at what you're doing to them. They can't help it if they're straight."

"I wanna be gay like mama," Ella murmured, clearly she just wanted to fit in with the crowd, and therefore you praised her, "Smart girl."

Wanda entered your mind with a warning, she smirked as you lifted Ella onto your hip, then you fell into unexpected silence by her side.

"Haha, you're like so whipped, "Yelena cackled.

Wanda glared at her. "You don't scare me wiggly woo, my kids being straight is enough."

"Yelena," Kate sighed, "Knock it off, and try telling the girls that you love them."

"Of course I love them," she rushed out angrily, "That's not even a question, they're moy deti."

(My babies)

Celeste and Raina ran into the blondes side, their tears of relief soaked into her shirt, and made her see they were genuinely scared this would lose them her love. "Shh, mama loves you always, even if you make dumb choices."

Tony and Steve were in a standoff of sorts, the billionaire sipped on his margarita slowly as they appeared to be having a conversation with only their eyes. Tony rolled his, but after a moment of incoherent grumbling he nodded. Morgan and Tony Jr. approached their dads after being called forward, Steve embraced them first, and wholly. Tony gave them both side hugs, and whispered that he just needed time to cope, but he loved them regardless.

Then you heard him brush by with his son, begging him to take it back, only to find out his son was in a long term relationship with a girl. That study buddy of his was so much more...

Like father, like son you suppose.

You looked out to see your boys stood side by side, Billy gripped Tommy's hand for dear life. Wanda was about to call them over, but you beat her to it as guilt overwhelmed your heart. The boys scurried over, and Wanda sent you an adoring smile as you kissed the both of their heads, and hugged them tight. "I love you," falling from all of your lips in succession.

After everyone had time to process the news, the vibe returned to one of relaxation. Wanda set up the grill for Sam, and the master chef himself began to put on a show for everyone.

Once the plates were served you all moved to the fire pit, where you talked about all you'd missed in each other's life while the younger kids sat in front of the projector playing Up.

Then, as the sun officially fell, everyone began to clear out. Saying their goodbyes at the front door, where you hugged each kid, an apology of sorts on your lip for the drama you stirred. Each one forgave you, some even thanked you for finally getting the conversation over with.

When everyone was officially gone you moved back outside to clean up. Tommy helped you, while Billy helped clean the kitchen so that Wanda could focus on Ella's bath, and bedtime.

It was an entire hours worth of work, you were beyond exhausted as you fell into the mattress. You nearly passed out without your wife, but soon enough Wanda slipped into the bed. She wore a thoughtful expression, weighing out whether to disturb you or not, but she soon reasoned you'd appreciate her words, "Detka..."

"Yes baby?" You rolled onto your side, using your elbow to prop yourself up so you could look down at her. She looked to you with a warm smile, then she was yawning, "Don't worry." She paused to pull you into her arms before whispering in your ear: "Billy was not being honest. We do indeed have a gay son."

You laughed so hard tears streamed down your face and pooled in the crook of your equally as amused wife's neck. That was the last thing you expected to hear from her, if anything you had anticipated a continuation of her scolding.

"I'll scold you more tomorrow," she teased, "But for now, we should get some sleep."

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1,844 Words

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[ronearoundblindly]

Bucky Barnes Masterlist

Romance 🔥 || Smut 🦆 || Author Fave 🍀 || Angst ⛈️ || Fluff 🌼 || Dark Fic 🌘 || *** denotes work for all ages

[Main Masterlist; Light Masterlist]

Bucky x Reader --

Bath 🌼🔥🦆

Noise 🌼🔥🦆

Fear 🔥⛈️🦆

Clean 🌼🔥🦆

A Long Walk In Winter *** 🌼🔥

A Casual Kiss *** 🌼🔥

A Kiss As Encouragement 🌼🔥

Bucky x OC --

The Stark Legacy (Masterlist)🍀

Ao3 Series: Bucky x Stark's Daughter from an Alternate Timeline to Endgame (epic action/adventure with minor romance)

SAMBUCKY --

Alternate Moves *** 🔥⛈️🌼

When You Wake, Love, I’ll Be There *** 🔥⛈️🌼

What Was Said, We Said For Good *** 🔥⛈️

[Main Masterlist; Light Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

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[mochie85]

The Grieving Widow

One-shot Masterlist Complete Masterlist

Summary: You go on a mission to avenge the death of your husband, Steve, and best friend Nat. Pairing: Platonic!Sam x Reader x Platonic!Bucky Word Count: 1062 Warnings: No fluff, all angst. Mentions of guns and violence, blood. Revenge.

You were a mess and Bucky saw it. You hadn’t slept. You’ve barely eaten. The angry scowl on your face was leaving permanent lines that Nat would no doubt probably tell you about.

Not because she was mean, but because she cared. You knew she cared. She would rub that space in between your brows and tell you not to scowl. Just like your husband would’ve. Only, Steve would’ve kissed them away.

Not anymore. Ever since Nat and Steve left to go on this mission. You didn’t think it would be the last time you saw them, your best friend and your husband.

You cried for three days straight. On the fourth day, Sam threatened to take you to the hospital if you didn’t put food in your stomach. On the fifth day, Bucky came to you and told you of the whereabouts of Strucker. The last mission Steve was on. The man that ended your life, by taking Steve’s.

“Maybe we should hold off on doing this, Rogers,” Bucky said to you as he flexed his grip on his metal hand. “Maybe when you’re back to your usual self again.”

“My husband just died, Barnes. I’ll never be my normal self again,” you said cocking the riffle in your hand. Hearing the familiar click and load sent a tempting song throughout your body, beckoning you to draw blood.  

“OK, everybody knows the plan?” Sam came in asking both you and Bucky. “Rogers find a good spot to cover us, while Bucky and I go in. We will extract him…do you hear me, Rogers? EXTRACT him. There will be no executions tonight. He will answer for his crimes against the people. I promise you that.”

“What about your promise to me, Sam? You promised to take care of him. And he never came back,” you whispered with such ferocity that Sam had to look away. “So, excuse me if I don’t believe you.”

“I’m sorry, Angel. I really am. I…”

“He did everything he could, doll. We both did. In the end, we just weren’t prepared.” Bucky interrupted him. Sam continued to look everywhere except at you. Guilt was written all over his face. You knew it wasn’t his fault. You were just so angry. So hurt.

“You’re not even sanctioned for this mission. You’re here because we owe you. We don’t want to lose you too. So, please. Stay back, be the sniper we know. Cover our backs and I promise we’ll get the son of bitch,” Bucky exacted.

You stayed silent throughout the rest of the flight. Each of you knowing very well that you wouldn’t stay put. If you ever saw Strucker, you wouldn’t hesitate to kill him right there and then.

The jet landed and you left to scope out a hidden spot close to the landing. Bucky and Sam looked at each other with concern before they decided to just trust you. They made their way to the bunker, knowing that you were watching over them with your sniper rifle. Their own Guardian Angel.

It went by quickly. Sam and Bucky made a path towards the bunker and whatever stragglers came from behind, you would take out.

As soon as the two entered the building, you saw Strucker exit the rooftop. The blades of a parked helicopter started to turn as Strucker made his way inside.

“Oh, no you don’t. You piece of shit,” you mumbled to yourself. You waited till the helicopter made its way airborne, watching which direction it would turn. You must’ve had your own angel because it turned and headed in your direction.

You waited patiently as you looked through your scope. The chopper coming closer and closer. You timed it perfectly and let out a shot to hit the tail rotor of the chopper, sending it spiraling out of control. You squeezed one more shot and took out the pilot. You estimated where it would crash and made your way there.

The engine caught fire as soon as it hit the ground and you ran your way over there. A bloodied Strucker kicked out the glass window and was crawling out of the debris. Of course, he survived, the little leech!

You screamed as you flipped your rifle mid-air and caught the barrel. With a practiced move, like Steve had taught you, you swung the butt end of your gun against his head like a baseball bat.

“YOU TOOK EVERYTHING FROM ME!” You yelled out as Strucker struggled against fainting. “You don’t deserve to live.” You struck him again with the bottom of your weapon. “You don’t deserve to be brought in and held accountable.” He held his hands up, begging for mercy. Or hoping to stop you. Either way, you weren’t going to give him what he wanted.

“Another Avenger. As if the last two weren’t easy en-enough to kill,” he chuckled. He must have a death wish. “And who did they send this time…” he wondered out loud. His blood dripped down, welling into his eyes, obscuring his vision. “The Angel,” he sighed, almost with reverence.

“Angels?” you stooped down, your face so close to his as you whispered, “You’re not worthy of seeing angels. In this life, or the next.”

You stood up quickly, grabbed the firearm on your thigh holster, and pointed it directly to his head, “I’m the Grieving Widow.”

*~*

The gunshot stopped Sam and Bucky in their tracks. When they witnessed the helicopter hurtle, they fought their way over to the crash.

As they turned the corner, they saw you standing with your pistol still pointed at the head of Baron Strucker, who was lying down on the ground.

You were shaking. Your rage left you, leaving you frail and defenseless. “Rogers,” Sam called out to you. You jerked your head in his direction. Tears rimmed your eyes, spilling down your cheek. The familiar trail they’ve taken down your face was comforting.

Sam slowly came up to you and pried your gun away from your hands. He handed it to Bucky who was behind him, and he opened his arms waiting for you to accept his offer of peace.

You broke.

You wailed your grief as the last dregs of rage left your body and you started to fall to your knees. Sam caught you before you hit the ground and carried you around your waist. The fallen angel.

A/N: This is a drabble for @the-slumberparty. A writing warm-up. I got...

as the genre, and I got...

...as the archetype.

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[ronearoundlightly]

All Ages Masterlist

Hello and welcome to the writings of Ro (aka RoneAroundBlindly)!

I've written and posted quite a wide range of stories, but I decided to make my main blog 18+ only. There are plenty of works still acceptable for any reader--HERE ARE ALL OF THEM IN ONE PLACE!

Romance 🔥 || Author Fave 🍀 || Angst ⛈ || Fluff 🌼

STEVE ROGERS–

Steve x lab tech!Reader 🍀

Walk It Off

I Can’t Help   

Falling In (1 & 2)  

Love With You

Drabbles (some suggestive language only)

Keeper, Sketch, and Scratch (Alpine) 🌼 Embrace (PTSD hurt/comfort)⛈ In The Sunshine (outdoor fluff) 🌼🔥 The Thought That Counts (kitchen hilarity) 🌼 Stage Four Clinger (sick, needy Steve) 🌼⛈ Wonderwall (song fic)🔥⛈ Himbo (fight and makeup) ⛈ Lazy Day in Bed (headcanon) 🌼🔥 Waking (quiet morning drabble) 🌼⛈🔥 Exothermic (nightmare comfort) 🌼⛈ Message Received (jealous Steve)🔥⛈ Have A Laugh (movie night) 🌼 Untitled Headcanon (affection/attention) 🌼🔥

The Things We Do For Love (Valentine’s Day)🌼🔥

Far, Far In Our Future

Post-Nightmare Cuddles (drabble prompt)

Bedtime Stories (Flufftober Oct 20th)

Picnic (Flufftober Oct 28th)

CEO!Steve x assistant!Reader

83rd Time's the Charm

Work

Life

Balance

Dance

Kisses

Steve x super soldier!Reader recovering from Hydra

I’m Your Mission (first ask/intro) 🌼⛈

Purgatory (nightmare hurt/comfort) ⛈

Drabbles (some suggestive language only)

Slow Dancing 🌼 Thick as Thieves 🌼 Supporting Silly Quirks/Hobbies 🌼 “Oh no, you’re a Morning Person!” 🌼🔥  Candles, Lanterns, Fairy Lights 🌼 Movie Marathon 🌼 Shooting Stars 🌼 Love Language 🌼  Poetry, Art, Music, Craft 🌼 Secret Family Recipe 🌼 Falling Asleep Together 🌼 Animal Shelter 🌼 Hot Chocolate 🌼  Kiss for Good Luck 🌼🔥 All the Hugs 🌼  First Dance 🌼  Blankets 🌼🔥 Leaves 🌼  Full-Size Throw 🌼

Steve x deep sea mermaid!Reader (1, 2, 3, 4)  🌼⛈

Steve x fashion designer!Reader (1, 2, 3, 4, 5) 🌼⛈🔥

Steve x Reader Asks

In Sickness and In Health (longterm illness comfort) 🌼⛈🔥 Sweet Charity (drabble; Steve likes your laugh) 🌼 Mastery (Steve x artist!reader) 🌼 Steve x short male!reader (headcanon) 🌼🔥 Ties (long-haired!reader x Steve learning to braid) 🌼 Period Comfort 🌼 not-Baker!Steve (cake decorating) 🌼🔥 Not Today (Steve x workaholic!reader) ⛈🌼 Hit By Fate (life lesson gift fic) ⛈🌼 Midnight Kiss (New Year's Eve) On A Scar (Valentine's drabble) A Dark Day and A Bright Night (gn!reader kiss fic) ⛈🌼

ARI LEVINSON–

Disneyland (Ari proposes to reader) 🌼🔥

Ari x best friend!reader drabble series

In The Beginning (origins) 🌼🔥 Alone Together (Valentine’s Day) ⛈🌼 I Know You (house hunt) 🌼 Oh Dear… (period comfort) 🌼⛈ Temper (headcanon humor) 🌼 A Little Rain Indoors (storm cuddles) 🌼🔥 Post-Nightmare Cuddles (drabble prompt) ⛈🌼 Cooking with Ari(headcanon) 🌼 Treasure (gifts headcanon) ⛈🌼 The Chair Beside Your Bed (hospital visit) ⛈🌼 Light of My Life (proposal) 🌼 The Break and the Birth (when Ari gets sick) 🌼 “Anniversary”  🌼 Thoughts on the future 🌼⛈

JAKE JENSON--

Arts and Crafts (drabble prompts) 🌼 A Kiss To Distract (Valentine's fic) 🌼 This Can't Be The Moment (gn!reader) 🌼⛈

JOHNNY STORM--

Heat Tank (Valentine's kiss fic) 🌼🔥

JAMES MACE--

A Kiss Without Motive (Valentine's fic) ⛈🌼

BUCKY BARNES–

A Long Walk In Winter  🌼🔥 A Casual Kiss 🌼🔥

The Stark Legacy (Masterlist)

Bucky x (OC) Stark’s Daughter Endgame AU (epic action/adventure with minor romance)

SAMBUCKY or WINTERFALCON–

Alternate Moves (dissociation triggered)🔥⛈🌼🍀

When You Wake, Love, I’ll Be There (nightmare comfort)🔥⛈🌼

What Was Said, We Said For Good (endgame goodbye)🔥⛈

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[purple-babygirl]

Hello there, darling! (Is it okay to call you like that?)

I have a small request or just thoughts or whatever, but here’s a thing.

I never found fanfics with littles who have piercings or tattoos, on the contrary, I always found fics with littles who don’t have tattoos and piercings. And my ears have like 15 piercings in them and I also have nipple piercings. And I also wanted tattoos but what I won’t be good little with more piercings and tattoos?

So I just wanted to ask/ request what do you think about it? Or what would daddies Bucky and Sam think about it?

You don’t have to answer on that if you feel uncomfortable, I will totally understand!

Have nice day a night and sweet dreams! 💛

Pairing: SamBucky x f!reader

Word count: 450

Warnings: ddlg, it's all sfw.

A/N: you can call me whatever you want, Nonnie. You're very sweet and kind and I'm honestly ashamed of myself for having left your request unanswered for so long. Please forgive me. First of all, I'm so proud of you because it honestly takes a lot of guts to pierce anywhere and you're one tough ma'am right here! This is so cool and I'm sure you look stunning. I, too, want to have a lot of piercings and even more tattoos so I'm rooting for you rn. And I think our looks don't and shouldn't affect our goodness as littles or as girls in general, and I think Sam and Bucky would totally agree! I'm sure you're an amazing person and whoever you're with is lucky to have you, love 💜. I hope you have a wonderful day and life 💜 please enjoy xx💜

She let out a sigh before the mirror as she checked herself out, slipping one more earring on before stepping back. She looked nice, cool and, of course, sexy.

But did she look soft? Did she look little? Innocent? Good?

"You ready, sugar?" Sam's warm voice asked her as the man came into view behind her.

"I don't know... Maybe I shouldn't," she replied, nervous yet again about making the decision.

"Baby, you know you don't have to. We support whatever you want." His big hands rested on both her shoulders, massaging gently.

"That we do," Bucky confirmed, entering the room and speeding up to where she was to peck her cheek.

"I know. You're the best. I just—" she didn't know how to continue. How to tell them about her thoughts and worries. What if they think she's being silly? Or worse, what if her fears are true and her appearance does affect her ability to be a good little?

"What is it, doll?" Bucky frowned when he saw her frown.

"I don't wanna look less good for you," she whispered the words out quickly, her eyes getting shiny with unshed tears as her gaze dropped.

Sam exchanged looks with Bucky and then took her hand in his and led her to their bed, sitting down with her while Bucky crouched before her knees.

"You are the best baby to ever exist, so so good I can't believe we get to be the ones to take care of you," Sam said, kissing her hand.

"Love, this is your body," Bucky continued, "you can do whatever you want with it. It won't change anything about how good you are and how in love with you we are." His warm hand cupped her knee as she smiled down at him, her smaller hand covering his.

"And whatever you choose to do with it doesn't mean you don't deserve to be loved and babied and cared for. You will be mine and Daddy's baby for as long as you wish, sugar." Sam kissed her temple, his arm wrapping around her adoringly.

"I love you so much," she said, her fist going to rub at her eyes to wipe away any stray tears, "thank you" .

"We love you more, baby doll." Bucky kisses her knee, his hand squeezing hers in reassurance.

"So, you ready now, sugar?"

"Yes, papa." She nodded happily, smiling at Sam and squeezing Bucky's hand back.

"Baby doll is ready!" Bucky exclaimed, "let's go get you that tattoo." He stood up and kissed her forehead.

"You'd hold my hand, right?" Her small voice asked.

"Of course!" Both men replied in unison, making her giggle.

She felt good; safe.

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[1800jjbarnes]

JJ — She/They/He, Polyamarous, 02, INFJ

18+ PLUS BLOG, MDNI

Requests : Open

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WHO I WRITE FOR

Mcu | Bucky Barnes | Steve Rogers | Stucky | Sambucky | WinterWidow | Natasha Romamoff | Wanda Maximoff | Pietro Maximoff | Sam wilson | Peter Parker | Zemo | Any Ships and Pairings of all these characters.

x Female Reader | x Male Reader | x Gn Reader | Ships

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First Fic Posted — March 23rd, 2023

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[dilemmaontwolegs]

Bucky Barnes One Shots

Bucky Barnes Main Masterlist

A/N: all reader inserts are female unless otherwise stated. These are as inclusive as possible and only description that may be included is if reader has hair (mostly used in rough smut scenes).   KEY: ⁂ = smut † = death ⨮ =angst ꕥ = fluff ⧻ = 500+ notes

The Ransom ⁂ ⧻ ➴ Sassy reader gets rescued by boyfriend!Bucky and Avengers Whiteout ⁂ ⧻ ➴ Friends to lovers trope, mission extraction gone wrong, PWP Sick Day ꕥ ⧻ ➴ Bucky takes care of you when you are sick Fix You ⁂ ꕥ ➴ You take care of CW!Bucky after a nightmare Equal Opportunist ⁂ ➴ Assassin!Bucky keeps killing your marks so you have sex with him, PWP Sex-Ed ⧻ ➴ You fumble your way through teaching sex-ed with Bucky watching The Ghost Of You || AudioBook ➴ After the blip you have to survive the heartache without Bucky Postpartum Depression  ➴ Bucky helps you at your lowest, read warnings and tags Silver Tongue ➴ You break your rules to save Bucky End of the Line † ➴ Steve dies of old age in your care  Fall From Grace ⁂ ➴ MFF threesome, angel-turned-demon reader You Don’t Own Me  † || Dark!Winter Soldier ➴ No happy endings here, read warnings and tags 10 Little Lies ➴ Friends to lovers trope, a drunken night ends with Bucky in your bed  Eggplant Emoji ꕥ ➴ Bucky takes matters into his own hands when you struggle with modern dating. Good Behaviour ⁂ || ft. Baron Helmut Zemo ➴ The Baron sets you up a new Dom, Bucky, for when he is sent back to prison. Hacked ꕥ⨮ ➴ Your phone gets hacked and intimate files get threatened to be shared Obscene Behaviour ꕥ|| Platonic / Sam & Bucky ➴ Your coffee date with your friends takes a turn when you feed your newborn. She Knows ⁂ ⧻ ➴ You activate a new kink as you tease your boyfriend from across the bar. By Your Side ꕥ ➴ Bucky takes care of you when you are sick. Not Enough ꕥ ➴ Friends to lovers trope. When Worlds Collide ꕥ ➴ Your life changes completely when you and Bucky collide. Babysitting Bucky ⨮ ꕥ ➴ You are partnered with Bucky and he is not happy with the arrangement Control & Comfort ⁂ ꕥ ⧻ ➴ Bucky has a rough day and takes it out in your p*ssy Plié or Pliable ⁂ || Widow!reader ➴ Bucky watches you practicing ballet and wants to know how flexible you are.  A Change Of Season ⨮ ⁂ || Widow!reader ➴ You are reunited with Bucky after Nat frees you from the Red Room, but it’s not what you expected Better Late Than Never ⁂ || Bucky, Steve, Natasha x reader ➴ You come home to find the party started without you. Takeout ꕥ ➴ You try to make a home cooked meal but it doesn’t go to plan Nightmares ⁂ || SamBucky ➴ When you wake to find Bucky caught in a nightmare there’s only one way to chase away the lingering fear. Mine ⁂ ⨮ ➴ Bucky gets jealous and spanks you for it Last Words ⨮ ꕥ ➴ You get kidnapped after storming out from a fight with Bucky The Bond We Share || vampire!reader ➴ You bond yourself to Bucky to save his life My Heart Remembers You ⨮ ꕥ ➴ Your love transcends time as you are reborn to find your Bucky Burning House ⨮ ➴ Another night another nightmare The Interrogation ⁂ || Winter Soldier ➴ You interrogate the Winter Soldier Promises ⨮ ꕥ ➴ You need to come to grips with your newly acquired power The Secret Life of Bucky Barnes ➴ A glimpse into life as Bucky’s secret girlfriend Wallflower ꕥ ➴ You and Bucky finally confess your feeling for each other Instinct ꕥ || blind!reader ➴ Bucky tracks you down after trying to stop a mugging and he ends up staying for the company. Don’t Want To Miss A Thing ⁂ ➴ Bucky celebrates your birthday Seven Seconds † ➴ In seven seconds you see your entire future laid bare.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x poc!reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes fanfiction

[bonkywobble]

Bonkywobble’s Kinktober 2022

I’m so excited for this!!!

Here’s my full list for the upcoming kinktober event. These fics will range from short blurbs to full one shots. The themes will be a mix between light and dark so please heed the warnings in each one. All fics are x female reader unless otherwise specified but more importantly, all fics are 18+ only so minors do not interact with these works or my blog at all.

Fandoms include: Marvel (MCU), Stranger Things, DC (DCEU), The Witcher, Vikings, Once Upon A Time, The Grey Man, Defending Jacob, The Losers, The Sandman, The Red Sea Diving Resort, Knives Out, The Mandalorian

Main Masterlist / Navi

* indicates full length fic while ⚠️ indicates dark themes. List below the cut:

WEEK ONE

Day 1 💋 Jake Jensen - Shibari/Hair Pulling *

Day 2 💋 Thor Odinson - Thigh Riding/Electro Play

Day 3 💋 Dark!Librarian!Steve Rogers - Free Use ⚠️

Day 4 💋 Billy Russo - Uniform Fetish

Day 5 💋 Steve Harrington - Sex Pollen *

Day 6 💋 Frank Castle - Edging/Bondage

Day 7💋 Lagertha - Somnophilia (East of The Sun and West of the Moon AU)

WEEK TWO

Day 8 💋 Old God!Clark Kent - Lingerie (Old Gods of Appalachia AU) *⚠️

Day 9 💋 King Valkyrie - Impact Play

Day 10 💋 Lloyd Hansen - Hate Sex ⚠️

Day 11 💋 Ivar the Boneless - Masturbation/Voyeurism

Day 12 💋 Bucky Barnes - Quickie/Creampie (Ethereal AU)

Day 13 💋 Robin Buckley - Overstimulation

Day 14 💋 Hvitserk Ragnarsson - Primal Play

WEEK THREE

Day 15 💋 Alpha!Ari Levinson - A/B/O *

Day 16 💋 Jefferson - Knife Play ⚠️

Day 17 💋 SamBucky - Dirty Talk

Day 18 💋 Din Djarin/The Mandalorian - Praise Kink

Day 19 💋 FrankenBilly - Dacryphilia ⚠️

Day 20💋 Lord Morpheus/Dream of The Endless - Sensation Play

Day 21 💋 Neighbour!Sam Wilson - First Time *

WEEK FOUR

Day 22 💋 Marc Spector/Steven Grant/Jake Lockley - Mirror Play

Day 23 💋 Eddie Munson - Nipple Play *

Day 24 💋 Winter Soldier!Bucky Barnes - Biting/Outdoor sex * (LMTAF AU)

Day 25 💋 Andy Barber - Choking/Breath Play

Day 26 💋 Harley Quinn - Body Worship

Day 27 💋 Geralt of Rivia - Anal Sex

Day 28 💋 Vampire!Stucky - Monsterfucking/Blood play *⚠️

WEEK FIVE

Day 29 💋 Ransom Drysdale - Pegging

Day 30 💋 Arthur Curry - Anonymous Sex

Day 31 💋 Bjorn Ironside - Breeding Kink

Bonus fic: ???

#kinktober #kinktober 2022 #bonkywobble kinktober #bonkywobble masterlist #bonkywobble writes

[late-to-the-party-81]

Bucky Barnes Bingo 2023

Key: 🥰 Fluff 😭Angst 🍆Smut 🍑WLW smut 🌑Dark 🩸Violence 🌶 Suggestive

Main Masterlist

B1 - Finders Keepers - Ch5 🥰

Bucky x Female Reader - Futuristic AU

B2 - Finders Keepers - Ch2 🥰😭

Bucky x Female Reader - Futuristic AU

B3 - Ain't nobody's business but our own - Ch2 🩸🌑🍆

Mob SamBucky - Silver Fox Bucky Reverse Bang 2023

B4 - Finders Keepers - Ch3 😭

Bucky x Female Reader - Futuristic AU

B5 - Finders Keepers - Ch1 😭

Bucky x Female Reader - Futuristic AU

U1 - The King's Last Concubine 🥰😭🍆

King Bucky x Concubine Reader

U2 - Finders Keepers - Ch6 🥰🍆

Bucky x Female Reader - Futuristic AU

U3 - Ain't nobody's business but our own - Ch1 🥰😭🍆

Mob SamBucky - Silver Fox Bucky Reverse Bang 2023

U4 - To wait for you is all I can do 🥰😭

Steve x Bucky

U5 - Time spent with you is never wasted 🥰🍆

Steve x Bucky

C1 - Finders Keepers - Ch 4 🥰😭🩸

Bucky x Female Reader - Futuristic AU

C2 - Proportionality 🥰😭🍆

Pre-serum Steve x Recovering Winter Soldier Bucky for Shrinkyclinks Double Bang

C3 - The ties that bind us 🥰😭🍆

Pre-serum Steve x Beefy Buck for Shrinkyclinks Double Bang

C4 - Tsumthing Unexpected 🥰🍆

SamBuckQuin

C5 - The best laid plans 🥰

Winterwidow

K1 - Dark Protector 😭🩸🥰🍆

Bogeyman Bucky x Female Reader

K2 - Suddenly I see 🥰😭🍆

Bucky x Blind SHIELD analyst reader

K3 - Take a picture [it will last longer] 🍆

Dom Photographer Bucy x Subby Twunk Steve

K4 - Of Pianos and Mischief 🥰

SamStucky

K5 - Don't forget me [I already miss you] 😭🌶

WinterWidow

Y1 - Apparently words can hurt me 🥰🌶

Dr Steve Rogers x Bookstore owner Bucky

Y2 - Ain't nobody's business but our own - Ch4 😭🥰🍆

Mob SamStucky - Silver Fox Bucky Reverse Bang 2023

Y3 - Ain't nobody's business but our own - Ch 5 🍆

Mob SamStucky - Silver Fox Bucky Reverse Bang 2023

Y4 - Loyalty, honour and a willing heart 🥰

Stucky

Y5 - Ain't nobody's business but our own - Ch3 😭🩸🍆

Mob SamStucky - Silver Fox Bucky Reverse Bang 2023

#BBB masterlist #bucky barnes fics #late writes #Bucky Barnes Bingo masterlist

[palettesofrenaissance]

⠀⠀༺ ˖࣪ 𝐏𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄'𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐒 𝐂𝐀𝐅𝐄 ˖࣪ ∗ ˗ˏˋ🥐🍫ˎˊ˗

⠀I've been wanting to get back into reading more fics, especially getting to those written by my mutuals but I need a little nudge with some help, in part because of my indecisiveness

⠀starting today (sunday july 23, at the start of the week), I want to get into the habit of reading between 1-3 fics a week. so please let me know of fics you've written that you wouldn't mind me checking out!! plus I do leave comments

⠀please reblog this and drop a reply, send me an ask, or whatever to link me to your fic

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑 🥯

if you have an AO3, even better!

fandoms I can read without a problem: marvel/mcu, dc comics/dceu, stranger things

BUT I'm open to trying any fandom. I just want to read and comment ♡

I am a multishipper and AU friendly

I prefer to read female-centered stories and about women of color, but this isn't exclusive

I prefer to read character fics but I'm willing to give reader self insert fics a try (just please no stranger things x reader)

edit: since I'm more of a character fics reader instead of self inserts, you'll have to directly point me to a self insert fic because I won't pick. I can't pick

however, there are things I refuse to read: incest, dd/lg, pedophilia, slave kinks, camming/stripping/prostitution, etc

marvel and dc comics ships that are a HARD NO: stucky, stony, sambucky, thorbruce, thor/carol danvers, thorki, valki, thorjane, darcy/jimmy woo, shuri/any adult, peggysousa. superbat, harley/joker, raven/beast boy, t'challa/erik killmonger, nakia/erik killmonger

(and it would be nice if you checked out my ao3 too. love you! ☺️)

☕📚🍰📖🎵🍪☕️📚

EDIT: I changed my mind. This requesting call goes out especially for stories centering women of color

#it's absolutely crazy how many times this post kept crashing on me #self recs #fic recommendation #fic rec list #marvel fic #fic recs #masterlist

[callingsergeantbarnes]

Safe

Pairing:- Sam Wilson x Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Word Count:- 1051

Warnings:- Fluffy softness. Hinted at smut. Threesome. Hinted at Angst

A/N:- Prompt I used was - I feel safe here. Feeling some SamBucky love with a reader and this is what my muse came up with. All mistakes are mine. Banners by @maysdigitalarts​

Summary - As thunder rumbles around you, and lightning flashes you finally admit your feelings. 

A deep rumble of thunder echoed loudly through the house. It teased at his subconscious pulling him from his slumber. The pitter patter of rain pounding at the roof and windows was loud and unforgiving. 

Sam was aware of the sleeping figure at his back as his eyes slowly opened. He listened to Bucky’s breathing, a clear sign he was in a deep sleep, undisturbed by nightmares and the rumbling battle of nature that was currently going on around them. 

He reached for you, finding your side of the bed empty and cold. A clear sign that you had slipped out of the bed you shared with them a while ago. His chest tightened at the thought you had gone again, that something was bothering you enough that you had run away.

And quiet enough that neither of us would notice. 

You were the sneakiest out of the three of them. Bucky shut down when something bothered him and he didn’t want to talk about something, walls up high, and silence in the air for days until he found the right words. Unless he chose to distract himself through physical means. Hard fucking, that left everyone satisfied and well spent. Bruised skin, and claimed hearts and bodies left tingling. There had been more than a few nights where the three of you could be found in a collapsed heap, naked bodies entangled together as hearts pounded as one. Chasing demons away with a touch and a kiss. 

Sam knew his own faults, knew that he looked for other things to do when he didn’t want to face his own demons. That he would find something broken or a problem to solve and throw himself into fixing it. Whether it be something in the house, the boat or tinkering with Red Wing. Not that he needed to do much with the new Wakanda technology of his drones. He needed to process it in his own time, much like Bucky did, but the two of them showed it in different ways. 

You, though. You differed from both of them. Sam couldn’t say whether it was down to your training, or your less than ideal life before them, or the difficulty you had to open up, but you always took yourself away from the two of them whenever something was bothering you. The first time had resulted in both of them searching you for several days until eventually you returned, surprised to find how worried they had both been. Your instincts were always to run. Not use to the support of people who loved you, to family, to people caring. You weren’t use to a lot of things. 

You still ran when you needed to, and Sam hated that you did, even though you always returned to them. He knew you needed that freedom as much as he wanted to help you deal with whatever was troubling you, but it was never longer than 48 hours, and you always kept in touch. Messages to let them both know you were alive, that you were safe, that you would come home to them. 

And that was the painful thing, never knowing what was going on when you left. Never knowing if they would ever see you again. Sam knew you were trying, though. Trying to trust them with your heart, slowly letting your guard down. In letting them love you. Physically, you had no problem, always showing your affection, but when it came to matters of the heart, you were as out of your depth as anyone could be, and fought with your nature all the time. 

But you were trying.  

It had been months since you had left them in the dead of night. 

Usually Bucky was attuned enough to notice, his super senses useful in more ways than one, and allowed him to read you far better than most, but the latest mission had taken its toll.

Sam quietly slipped out of bed. A cautious glance over his shoulder showed Bucky was still in a deep sleep, and hadn’t noticed him leaving. 

Quietly, he stepped out of the room you all shared, his feet leading him to the kitchen to see if you had left a note, an explanation. 

He paused upon entering the kitchen, noticing the back door was wide open. With a frown, Sam cautiously stepped towards the door, reaching for one of the kitchen knives. Everyone was careful not to leave their weapons lying around so his nephews didn’t find them. Curious boys and curious fingers. Nobody wanted that kind of accident to happen. 

He stepped out of the door, his gaze falling to your form, as lightning flashed across the sky. You were sitting on the steps leading down from the decking, leaning against the wooden bannister as you stared out into the rain. 

Sam moved to sit next to you. Despite the rain and the thunder and lightning raging above, it was light enough that he could see you clearly. 

“How long have you been out here?” He asked, concern lacing his words, as he looked at you. Your legs were bare, and wet, as were your feet, but the rest of you remained dry. You glanced in his direction. 

“A few hours. I didn’t want to wake either of you.”

“You didn’t run,” he stated, surprised. Relief washed through him as his heart thudded against his chest.

“I didn’t run,” you agreed. “I feel safe here. With both you and Bucky. I feel safe. I feel like I don’t have to run anymore.”

His breath caught in his throat, and his pulse quickened. 

“I love you,” you continued, your gaze locking with his. “I know I don’t say it often and I’m sorry that I don’t. But I do. I love you. I love Bucky.” 

“I love you too, baby, and you never need to apologise for how long you take to say it.”

You reached for his hand, fingers entwining. 

“I love you both, too.”

Sam twisted his head to look over his shoulder to see Bucky standing in the doorway, looking at both of them with hunger in his eyes. “Now, why don’t the two of you come back to bed so we can show each other just how much we love each other.”

#Drabble Tuesday #Sam Wilson x Bucky Barnes x Female Reader #Sam Wilson fanfiction #Bucky Barnes fanfiction #Sam Wilson #Bucky Barnes #Katie writes

[sweetkingdomstarlight-blog]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💜

Thank you to Lau and lovely Suz @musingsinmoonlight for sending me this. I am the worst at hyping myself up but here we go;

they were roommates Bucky Barnes x Female Reader - this was my first dark fic and is one of my most popular fics in general.

I put a spell on you Lee Bodecker x Female Reader - just utter filth

The Last Chapter - AO3 Link - SamBucky, I love this series so much and I always have the best time writing it.

No Control - Mickey Henry/Lee Bodecker/Female Reader - pure self-indulgent smut

Someone New - Charles Blackwood x Female Reader - Dark Fic - I had to show Charles some love too and I really love this fic. It's so twisted and one day I might do something else with it.

#some fic recs #please let me know if you read

[fangirlovestuff]

Should’ve Been Me - Steve Rogers x reader

a/n - hey lovely people!! title from the mitski song because i’m obsessed with he atm, even though the song doesn’t really have that much to do with the fic. thank you to the two nonnies who offered me some more prompts to help me finish this!!<3 also, remember when i said this was gonna be 4.3k words? hahaha... *sweats* yes... enjoy<3

word count: 6.1k

warnings: almost no proofreading i’m sorry, very very oblivious steve, we don’t like sharon, no cheating but hmmmmm, this took a more lighthearted turn than the request probably calls for... enjoy?

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Running away didn't seem like the smartest thing to do.

Running away with Steve, his newfound old best friend, and your birdman best friend seemed like an even less smart idea. It seemed even less smart when you had to cram in the small blue car with the three huge men.

You knew why you did it though. You couldn't let Sam get dragged into this thing without you, because you always had each other's backs. Besides, anything Steve Rogers had planned couldn't be too bad, right? Steve, with his bright blue eyes and whip-smart brain and sharp humor and dazzling smile.

Point is, it was better than getting locked up in federal prison. Probably. You were pretty sure.  

You'd almost convinced yourself, but the idea seemed plain stupid when Steve pulled you over in the middle of nowhere.

"Steve," you started, alarmed, "why're we stopping?"

"Just gotta make a quick pit stop," the man said, opening the door and squeezing his way out of the car, miraculously not bumping his head on his way out.

You opened your mouth to complain about how super-soldier-hood should make a man be able to hold it and not go to the bathroom at least until you'd be completely far from the city and not just barely out of the outskirts of it, but you snapped it shut when you leaned to look through the front window to see a sleek black car parked in front of you, a blonde woman leaving it and walking towards Steve. Sharon Carter.

They talked for a few moments, their voices too quiet for your ears to pick up on what they're saying, but Bucky next to you clearly could, leaning forward a bit in interest.

"Can you move your seat up?" he asked Sam in a gruff voice.

Sam, who sat in the seat in front of Bucky, answered curtly. "No."

Bucky let out a breath, moving a bit towards the middle seat, in your direction, so he could see Steve and Sharon better.

You leaned towards him a little as well, looking just in time to see Steve leaning forward, locking eyes with Sharon for a brief moment before he closed the distance between them, kissing her, his hands holding her waist while hers rested on the back of his head.

For a moment, time seemed to freeze.

When they broke apart, it moved again, and you broke out of your trance-like state just in time to avert Steve's eyes when he turned to look at your car when Sharon went into hers. You barely managed to avert his gaze, your eyes meeting for a split second before you turned your gaze to Sam, who was also not looking at Steve, but looking back at you.

His eyes conveyed genuine concern, concern you couldn't face right now, so you averted your eyes from his, looking at the seat instead.

"Isn't that Peggy's niece?" Bucky said in a low voice, the first one to break the silence.

"Yes," you and Sam answered in unison.

You looked over at Bucky to find him frowning slightly, but no one could say anything else, because Steve just entered the car again, this time predictably knocking his head. You'd lie if you said it didn't make you feel a tiny bit better. Poetic justice.

Steve cleared his throat awkwardly, and once he saw none of you would say anything, he got the car started again, driving away.

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You were glad Tony and Steve managed to settle their differences in the end. You really, really were. It's what's best for the team, for the world as well.

But seeing Sharon and Steve glued to at the hip around the compound made you want to run away anyway. Being happy for someone was pretty damn hard when you'd liked that someone and they were dating someone who's not you.

To their credit, they did try to tone down the PDA. After the time Tony caught them making out in the compound pool.

But as luck would have it, they were two people who worked in a field where they knew every day was unpredictable, and both of them are attractive as hell, so you couldn't exactly be mad about it or anything.

Not that you ever had anything to be mad about. They didn't do it on purpose, it wasn't anyone's fault you bumped into them sometimes. Whenever they were around others, they were always respectful and kept all the boundaries.

Even if just their subtle lovesick looks of the sight of their hands laced together, or his arm around her, made your stomach twist, you couldn't be mad about it, because you never actually dated Steve.

When Steve and Natasha came over to ask Sam for his help, you happened to be in his house as well, having gone with him on his morning run.

"So," you panted, mid-run, "you called me over to run with you at ass-o'clock in the morning because you thought you'd run into Captain America again?"

"Figured it wouldn't hurt my rep with him if he saw me running with a pretty girl," he grinned at you.

"Flattery will get you nowhere, Wilson," you said, though a grin of your own spread on your face, "never wake me up to go on a run again or I'll call up your darling of a sister and tell her you're taking advantage of me."

"Please don't," he groaned, chuckling. "C'mon, don't you wanna meet Captain America?"

"Sure," you said, "if I believed you'd actually met him maybe I'd be less grumpy about this run. But dammit, I don't think I ran this long since we both enlisted and they'd take us on those drills," you reminisced, trying to distract yourself from the slight pain forming in your side. You were in good shape, great shape even, but you two have been running around Washington for over an hour now.

"Hey! I met him alright," Sam objected.

"Of course you have. I'm sure his hair was moving in the wind in slow motion as he came to sweep you off your feet as well," you teased.

"Whatever," he grumbled, "let's go to mine, I'll get you breakfast. Because, unlike other people, I'm a great friend."

"Oh, Sammie, I'm glad you finally accepted Captain America isn't your boyfriend!"

Oh, but the joke was on you, because, when five minutes after you got to Sam's place, Steve Rogers knocked on his door, you totally wished he'd be your boyfriend.

As a figure of speech, at first. He was just his public image to you, the polite and handsome man who also fought to protect this country.

When Sam offered his help, showing Steve and Natasha the wings, you glared at him when they weren't looking, trying to silently tell him that this was maybe something he shouldn't get involved in.

But he just didn't look at you and continued to talk to Steve and Natasha. Captain America and the Black widow. Who were sitting in Sam's living room. Who Sam was going to follow into battle. And you, obviously. No way Sam was going to do this alone, not when you were every bit a part of the wingsuits project as he was. As Riley was. You're not going to lose each other, you and Sam. You wouldn't let it happen.

Getting to know Steve Rogers was certainly an interesting experience.

You learned a bit about his childhood from the jokes he'd make, things that weren't in the museums or on the internet. You watched him adapt to the modern world more and more. When Bucky was saved, you got to hear even more of their origins. Some of the stories Bucky told you left you laughing so hard tears escaped your eyes.

At first, you wondered what it would've been like to have known Steve back then. Skinny, fiery, artistic, protective Steve. But you've realized that's the Steve you know today. The only difference is, he's not so skinny and sickly anymore.  

And while his physique certainly didn't hurt, you'd wanted to get closer to Steve because he was kind in a world that hasn't shown him much kindness over the years, because he was still trying to do the right thing after being wronged so many times. To you, that was more heroic than any shield-throwing or ass-kicking his body enabled him to do now. Really, how could anyone in their right mind not fall a little bit in love when they saw Steve's passion, Steve's smile?

You didn't know if he knew and was trying to spare your feelings, or just didn't notice the way you looked at him, because, according to Sam, and later Bucky who joined in on his teasing, you couldn't have been more obvious. Either way, nothing ever came of it, and you and Steve remained teammates. Good teammates, but just teammates.

You couldn't be mad at Steve or Sharon, so that left you to wallow in self pity instead.

But Sam and Bucky definitely didn't share the same qualms as you had, doing nothing to hide their anger at Steve from said man, who, bless his oblivious brain, didn't really get why they were clenching their jaws in silence all the way to the airport on that fateful car ride.

Sam and Bucky would do everything in their power to try and distract you from Steve and Sharon. Often, when you had a particularly boring meeting and Sharon would practically sit in Steve's lap, one of them would play tic-tac-toe with you, or have a secret thumb war. Other times, when you were all hanging out or at breakfast, they'd make sure you never sat alone, so your gaze wouldn't wander over, and one of them would come to sit and chat with you. It was never suffocating, their worry, and you appreciated it.

It didn't help that much. You still noticed Steve and Sharon, and it still made a certain bitterness come up in you. But it was nice to know you had someone to look out for you.

One such time was when Tony threw another one of his fancy galas, but this time you couldn't even complain, since it was for charity and not just for good PR. You never liked these things that much, having to smile at strangers the entire night, show a united front with all your teammates. In general, just being in the large ballrooms, you felt the weight of countless expectations on your shoulders, knowing that some of the people that would come up and talk to you, even for a few minutes, might remember it and tell it to their friends and families and associates, and you couldn't come off as anything other than perfect so you wouldn't disappoint them.

Sam and Bucky actually did help a lot with that. Bucky shared the same apprehension about the general wealthy public you had, so you two stuck together for most of the night. Sam, meanwhile, was a social butterfly, always friendly and charming everyone, which came particularly in handy in charity galas where you wanted the guests to give you money. But he obviously came to check on you multiple times, sometimes introducing you to some of the nicer people so you could actually do your job here.

Tonight, you desperately needed their help though.

Earlier that day, you'd just gotten back from a mission you had with Steve, Sharon, and Natasha. Now, you loved Natasha, but she wasn't as good a conversationalist as Sam or even Bucky, mostly keeping to herself and going over the mission plans, which made absolute sense because she'd be the first to infiltrate, prepping the ground for you three to follow, so things could stay more discreet. So, you weren't mad she was doing her job or anything, but it would be nice to have some distraction from The Golden Couple in front of you.

Steve and Sharon were murmuring to each other the entire flight, sitting close together, smiling, and god, they've been dating for like half a year, when is their honeymoon phase gonna end?

When you all waited for Natasha to give you the all-clear, they at least made an effort to talk to you as well, about the mission at first, and then it turned really awkward when you talked about the weather, of all things. You wanted to scream.

Thankfully, it didn't take too long after that awful turn in the conversation for Natasha to tell you to go in. Even when doing their jobs, Steve and Sharon were by each other's side constantly. Couple goals.

On the way home, when you could think freely again, you couldn't help reminisce about how open Steve's been before he and Sharon started dating. How he wanted everyone to feel welcome, made sure everyone was heard. Maybe it was just your bitter self, but it looked like he lost some of that, or at least directed it only at his girlfriend. You didn't know if there was anyone to blame for that, but it still stung.

Safe to say, you were not in the mood for socializing that evening. But it was, as you kept reminding yourself, for a good cause. So you put on a pretty dress, some makeup, and the best smile you could muster.

You haven't had the chance to see either Sam or Bucky since you got back, so when they immediately spotted you in the crowd they both made their way over to you, checking on you.

"You okay?" Sam asked.

"Not even a scratch," you gave him your best grin, which probably looked more like a grimace than anything.

"That's not all I asked."

"I'll be alright, Sam. Thanks," you said, letting out a breath and giving him a small, tired smile, genuine this time.

"You sure?" Bucky asked, reaching to hold onto your arm gently.

"Yeah," you nodded at him gratefully. "C'mon," you chuckled, "let's go woo some civilians."

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Bucky wasn't ecstatic when he realized Steve was dating Peggy's niece. Like, that's… weird. He obviously couldn't tell what was going on in Steve's head or heart, they haven't been that close for about, what, eighty years?

But to him, it seemed like Steve was still clinging on to a past long gone. Even if Sharon wasn't from the past like him and Steve, it felt like Steve's trying to pick things up from where he left them, which is impossible, because Sharon isn't Peggy, and they're in the future.

He became even more opposed to the relationship when he figured out Steve had a much better option all along – you.

When you were all in that tiny blue car, Bucky saw the glint of sadness in your eyes. He saw you blinking it away to the rest of your ability. That's when he suspected.

His first week in the compound after that whole mess was… confusing. Steve wasn't always there to explain every technological advancement, and even though Bucky hasn't been in the ice, it was still hard to get a grip on all the little gadgets Stark provided.

But you were there to make sure he got the hang of things. Sam too, and you both teased him good-naturedly about it, helping him adjust nonetheless.

One night, when Bucky couldn't sleep, the memories in his head too jumbled and loud, he made his way outside to get some air. He went to one of the balconies, where you happened to be sitting and seemingly looking up at the night sky.

You jumped when he opened the glass door leading outside, your head whipping backward to look at him. He barely managed to get a glimpse of your face, cheeks glistening with the shining of the moonlight on your tear tracks, before you turned back, wiping your face.

"Hi Bucky," you whispered, not looking at him.

"Hi."

The silence of the night around you provided a good antithesis to his brain, so he got a chair and sat down beside you. For a while, neither of you said anything else.

"Couldn't sleep?" you asked suddenly.

"Yeah. What about you?"

"Something along those lines."

"Are you okay?" he asked quietly.

"Are you?" you shot back calmly.

You both went back inside some time after that. You got closer, over the last few months. Months in which he realized his initial suspicion was indeed true. You never talked about it, but he figured out there was some… potential between the two of you, but it never came to be anything, because then Sharon swooped it.

And even though Bucky didn't see you that way, both because you were simply too good of a friend to him and Sam would cut his head off, he still thought Steve was making a mistake.

Even if Steve truly loved Sharon, he could've at least been less blatant about it in public.

Bucky watched from the corner of the ballroom in which he was standing with you, as Steve and Sharon stood side by side, her draped over his arm, laughing obnoxiously at something he said, leaning up to kiss his cheek.

He averted his eyes back to you, only to find you mindlessly swirling your drink around your cup, looking exactly at Steve and Sharon.

"Hey," he nudged your arm with his elbow, making you look at him instead. "Check out that lady on your nine."

You looked over to see an old lady holding some food above her handbag. You frowned in confusion before it turned into a wide grin when a white fur-covered little head took the food right out of her hand.

"Oh my god," you struggled to contain your laughter, all of your previous thoughts melting away. You turned back to look at Bucky. "No way."

"Alas, yes way," he grinned back at you.

"I can't believe she brought her dog to a charity gala!" you giggled.

"This isn't even a dog charity," Bucky agreed, mirth dancing in his eyes. "Imagine if the guy she's sitting next to is allergic. He's gonna start getting red and his eyes are gonna water, and he's going to think that no, surely, it can't be a-" Bucky's laugh cut off his own words, "a dog!"

You both started laughing, trying to keep quiet enough as to not warrant any unwanted attention.

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Steve's super-soldier hearing picked up on the sound of Bucky laughing. Curious as to what caused the unusual event, he turned his head to locate Bucky standing in a far corner of the room, laughing with you. He watched as you leaned forward in laughter, resting your hand on Bucky's bicep. Huh.

He tried to focus on the conversation he was having again, but found that he couldn't, instead letting Sharon keep it up and trying to nod and smile in the right places while his brain ran around in circles.

Were you and Bucky… a thing?

Sure, maybe he's been a little too busy lately to properly talk to Bucky, but he'd still tell him if you two were together, right?

Steve continued to turn the question over in his head for the rest of the night, Sharon even calling him out on being so out of it.

"I'm just a little tired," he smiled, trying to shake it off.

"Yeah, we shouldn't have agreed to come to this thing right after the mission," Sharon smiled sympathetically. "Sit down, keep a low profile for a bit. I'll go make some rounds and get you something to drink, alright?"

"Thank you," he leaned over to press a kiss to her temple, and she smiled up at him before disappearing back into the crowd.

Steve couldn't sit down, too restless still, so he opted for standing against the wall, letting his eyes roam across the large ballroom.

After a moment, he found Bucky and you again, just when Bucky was taking off his suit jacket and giving it to you. You tucked it around your shoulders and smiled at him in thanks, mumbling something even he couldn't hear, but apparently, Bucky did, giving you a bright grin.  

He can't let himself assume. It was probably nothing. Right?

Continuing their journey, his eyes then landed on Sharon, who was predictably near the bar, and unpredictably raking her eyes over some guy in a suit. What was that all about?

Whatever. Steve must just be too tired after the mission. No way everyone in the room was suddenly magically flirting with each other.

He just needed some sleep, that's all.

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Steve was right about one thing, at least.

"Seriously, Steve?" Bucky frowned. "Now?"

"Look, if you are I know it's none of my business because you're both adults and I trust you to do what's best for the team, but I-"

"No, that’s not- it's not like that between us," Bucky chuckled dryly, "at all. I love her like a sister. But now's the time you choose to pull your head outta your ass?"

"I was just asking a question, I- when was my head in my ass anyway?"

"Oh god, it's still there," Bucky muttered. "All I can tell you is that we're definitely not together, alright?"

"Alright! That’s what I asked!" Steve huffed.

Steve went out of that conversation with more questions than answers, but at least he got the one answer he wanted; you and Bucky weren't together. He was pleased. For the sake of the team, of course, just because you never know how these things can turn out.

Which brings us to the thing he was wrong about.

Ever since he noticed it the first time at Tony's ball/gala/charity/whatever the hell it was, suddenly Steve couldn't stop noticing Sharon flirting with other men.

It was everywhere – the other S.H.I.E.L.D agents, the cashier at the supermarket, a civilian they just saved – Sharon never missed an opportunity to shoot her shot, smiling, flipping her hair or sending a wink. At first, Steve thought it was harmless, maybe she was trying to make them feel better, or just being friendly because she liked the attention.

But when, one day, he caught her typing her number into their waiter's phone when she said she 'was just gonna run to the bathroom', that's when he finally realized it couldn't be either.

He broke up with her when they got home from the restaurant. She left the compound the next day.

Through it all, Steve's been… surprisingly numb. He thought he loved Sharon, but in hindsight, it didn't seem all that much like love at all. It looked like nostalgia wrapped with a pretty bow.

It wasn't Sharon's fault, not really. He shouldn't blame her for not being fully invested in their relationship when, inadvertently, he was doing the same. It was never natural with Sharon, now that he thinks about it. Peggy would probably shoot him again if she knew, too. Justifiably.

So what did he have left to do but sit in his room and mope about it?

"Steve," Sam's exasperated voice came to him from the other side of the door, "I know you're in there. C'mon man, let's go for a run or something. I'll even let you win this time around."

Steve let out a quiet chuckle before caving and yelling out to him. "No thanks, Sam. I'm asleep."

"Asleep my ass, get up and open this door!"

Begrudgingly, Steve lifted himself off his bed, where he was laying in some leggings and a t-shirt, having already showered after his run earlier that morning, or later the previous night depending on how you look at it, and opened the door.

Sam immediately let himself in Steve's room, sitting down on his bed, where Steve was already seated.

"C'mon man," Sam nudged his shoulder against Steve's, "this isn’t like you."

"I thought I was a better judge of character than that," Steve sighed, "I can't believe it took me so long to figure it out. I mean, the first time I even noticed her flirting with someone else was at Tony's gala, what, a month ago? But I just figured I was just imagining it. I mean, I had another wrong assumption about that night, so I figured I was just tired and chucked the two together."

"Yeah, Buck told me about that," Sam chuckled.

"I figured. He also said something about getting my head out of my ass, which I really didn't get."

"Seriously?" Sam laughed. "He said that?"

"What's that about?"

"You really can't figure it out?"

Steve shook his head, and Sam let out another chuckle.

"Alright. So, you went to Bucky and asked him about flirting with her. So he probably thought you'd finally realized you two have… potential."

"What?"

"C'mon Steve, you know what I'm talking about. Don't try to act coy or whatever. You two were always sorta flirting before you got together with Sharon."

"What?" Steve repeated, his voice higher-pitched now. "No, we weren't!"

"Really? So back when we left you unsupervised outside that business building with a big parking lot, you weren't flirting?"

It was a bit after you two had met. Sam had volunteered to check the perimeter with Natasha, leaving you and Steve to watch the entrance of the building you were entering.

"So, does Captain America always steal cars?" you asked, lifting your sunglasses-covered eyes to watch him smile.

"Steve Rogers borrows them when he has to."

"Gotcha. Didn't peg you for such a bad boy," you teased, leaning back against the wall.

"What can I say, I'm dark and mysterious," he winked, making you let out a chuckle.

"Color me surprised. I gotta say, from everything I've heard about you, you sound like kind of a nerd."

"Ouch."

"Aw, in a good way! I mean, I know you're a hero or whatever, but you sounded like a little art nerd in the 20's."

"That's probably accurate," he admitted with a smile.

"Well then, Steven," you lowered your sunglasses and glared at him above them, "why are you going around stealing cars?"

You both laughed, and when it subsided, Steve reached to fix your glasses, pushing them back up your nose. And then Sam and Natasha returned, telling them they should get a move on inside.

"Huh." Steve swallowed dryly. "Guess I didn't really… think of it that way."

But he remembered now. In hindsight, he really should've known there was more there than just friendship. Maybe he even knew but just didn't admit it to himself.

"Steve," you called out after him when he left the meeting. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, I just… I gotta go," he gestured towards the elevators, but as he turned his back to you, he felt your hand grabbing his wrist, turning him around again.

"If it's the accords, you're not alone in this, Steve. I think you're right."

Steve stood there, looking into your eyes, hands still connected. He couldn't help but blurt it out, the words swimming around in his head ever since he got that text two minutes ago.

"She's dead," his voice broke, "Peggy's dead."

"Oh, Steve," you sighed in sympathy, moving slowly towards him. When you saw he didn't back away, you wrapped your arms around him, comforting him, "I'm so sorry. I know how much she meant to you."

Wordlessly, he wrapped his arms around you, squeezing tight, the feeling grounding him a little.

"Do you want me to go with you?" you asked softly.

"No, it's fine," he mumbled, starting to detach himself from you, "you should go back in there anyway."

"Okay," you nodded.

When, after the funeral, you came to find him standing alone in the empty church, he didn't resist when you took his hand in yours, gently urging him to step outside. His eyes were red from crying, but he didn't care that you saw him like this. He knew you didn't care either, that you wouldn't think less of him, wouldn't think he's weak.

As if hearing his thoughts, you whispered. "You're really strong, Steve. For going through this. But you don't have to do it alone." You squeezed his hand shortly before letting it go.

"I mean, I can buy that you were oblivious to your own feelings," Sam chuckled, "and I don't really care about that. But you hurt hers."

"So you think I can't make things right?"

"I think you shouldn't. At least not now. Buck will have your head if you do."

Steve let out a morbid chuckle. "And you?"

"I know her better than anyone," Sam replied, "and I know she can kick your ass on her own. Doesn't mean I won't help her though."

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Ever since his talk with Sam, Steve started noticing things.

Like how your hair reflected the sun a little. How your eyes lit up when you were excited, and how they filled up with tears when, one movie night, you all watched The Notebook. How graceful you were, how you smiled at children and strangers who looked at you on the streets. How kind you were.

And it wasn't really like he was learning these things about you, he was just constantly reminded of them. Reminded he knows them, has known them all along, but he was, as usual, too late.

One night, he couldn’t sleep again, so he went for a run. When he got back, he went to the kitchen to get a glass of water. Out of habit, he turned on the light, jumping when he found Bucky sitting at the table with a plate of pie.

"Buck?"

"Ow, that's bright," Bucky squinted, "what'd you do that for? We don't need that!"

He was right, Steve could've probably seen just fine without the light.

"Out of habit! What are you even doing here?"

"Having a snack, duh. What are you doing here?"

"Couldn't sleep," Steve sighed, moving to the counter to grab a glass and fill it. "So I went on a run."

"Is that your solution to everything? Running?"

Bucky said it lightheartedly enough so it almost seemed like he was joking. Almost. Steve knew exactly what he was talking about.

He sighed. "I mean, I've been told by Sam if I tried to do just about anything else you'd kill me, so do I have any options?"

"You could at least apologize."

"Yeah, for what?"

"For what happened."

"For what happened? My own foolishness made me lose the one person who actually cared about me. How did I not realize that sooner?"

Bucky was quiet, looking down at his plate, then expectantly up at Steve. "I mean, it's my fault," Steve continued, "I know it is. But how would bringing it up make it better?”

"First of all, you're dumb. Second of all, just tell her the truth. Tell her you're dumb and sorry. It'd help settle things between you."

Steve chuckled. "I guess. But, I don't know. It feels fine between us now. I don't wanna fuck that up."

"Language," Bucky deadpanned, taking another bite of the pie, "And you've already fucked up, so might as well fix that."

"I know," Steve sighed, "I know."

"So you will?"

"When I find the words," Steve sent him a tired smile, before putting the glass in the sink and going back up to his room. He couldn't sleep, but in the jumble of his thoughts, he did find the words.

Or, well. Maybe something better.

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"Uh, Natasha?" you knocked hesitantly on the office door.

"Yeah?" she looked up from her papers, "What’s up?"

"I'm sorry to interrupt, it's just, have you seen Steve? I can't find him and I need him to sign this for me," you waved the mission report you were holding.

"Isn't he in his office?"

"Nope, not in the gym as well."

"Oh, well, have you tried his 'studio'?" she chuckled. When she saw you only frowned at her words, she smiled. "Just before the door to the roof, there's another door to your left. He might be there."

"Alright," you nodded slowly, "thanks!"

When she was sure you were out of earshot, Natasha let out a little laugh.

You made your way according to her instructions, arriving at the door you hadn't noticed before. You knocked on it gently.

"Steve?" you called out, "are you there?"

You heard a couple of faint banging sounds before the door opened to reveal a haphazard Steve, frowning, although it turned into a small grin when he saw you.

"Um, hi," he said.

"Hi," you grinned, "Natasha said I might find you here. She said it was your studio, do you…" your eyes took in the apron he was wearing and the little flecks of color in his hair, one on his cheek. "…paint?" you completed the question.

"Yeah," he chuckled, "I do. You needed something?"

"Oh, yes, I didn't uh, mean to interrupt, I just need your signature on this," you showed him the mission report you were holding.

"Sure, let me just," he gestured at the room behind him, turning back, "get a pen," he mumbled.

Since he left the door open, you followed him into the room.

"There's gotta be a pen around here some-" Steve turned to find you staring at the painting he was working on in awe. "-where," he finished weakly, gulping. "that's, um, that's-"

"Steve, that's beautiful," you said softly, your eyes full of emotion.

The painting in front of you presented a man, standing in darkness. It showed mostly his back, and he was holding onto a woman's hand. The woman's face was also not shown, just her back, but she was holding onto the man's hand, guiding him into light. The way Steve presented it, it was almost impossible to tell whether the light was coming from the woman or outside of her. But as you looked at the picture, it became clear who the man and the woman were; you and Steve. It was the clothed you both wore that day at Peggy's funeral.

"It's not entirely finished," Steve said.

"Steve, that's amazing," you chuckled in awe, "I didn't even know you drew. And even if I did, I wouldn't think you'd draw… this."

"Well," he said, and you looked at him, "no other woman has made me feel this way," he shook his head before gazing sincerely into your eyes, "so I thought I'd try and put it onto canvas. As an apology."

Immediately, like seven questions popped up in your head. "An apology?" you managed to utter, "for what?"

"For not realizing sooner, how things between us should be. For going after a past I couldn't really have anymore instead of living my present. For being stupid, basically," he chuckled awkwardly.

"You're not stupid, Steve. I mean, I get what you did. I wasn't happy about it, but I got it. Maybe if I were you, I would've done the same," you admitted in a small voice, "I'm not all that worth it."

"No, hey," he swiftly moved to put his arms on yours. "You're incredible. It's my fault I didn't see it sooner, but you are. You have this… this light to you, this energy. You're captivating," he said softly, almost whispering. "and I hope you accept my apology for not doing something about this sooner."

"So," you took a breath, "this is you doing something about it?"

Slowly, you were inching closer and closer to each other. "I mean, this is me apologizing. Sam and Bucky would kill me if I tried anything more. They wanna protect you," he chuckled.

"They don't have to know," you whispered.

His hands moved to surround your waist now, pulling you in closer and closer, and you leaned in until your forehead touched, your breaths mingling together, before one of you closed the distance, and you were kissing. Your hands came up around his neck, while, one of his cupped your cheek.

When you broke apart, his thumb rubbed your cheekbone slowly.

"But Steve," you said, keeping your voice from wavering, "I'm giving you a chance. I haven't forgiven you yet, and if I feel I'm the second option, or the rebound, I'm gonna-"

"I know," he smiled. "Thank you for giving me a chance."

And okay, you never felt more worthy, more wanted or loved, than when you were with Steve.

When Sam caught the two of you making out in Steve's studio about two months later, he muttered, "Fucking finally," and closed the door behind him immediately.

You and Steve exchanged an amused look, but you couldn't say anything before Sam yelled out, "oh, and Buck's gonna hear about this!"

Steve's look turned fearful, and you laughed. "Don't worry Stevie, I'll protect you."

A few months after that, you finally forgave Steve. When you told him, he hugged you, lifting you and spinning you in a circle, making you laugh.

The truth is, you were Steve's future, and he was yours. You both knew that now.

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First of all… who told you that you could toy with my heart over your latest work: SamBucky and the injuries Little. Talk about the angst but fluff. Just mwah!

But will all that angst especially with Sam and Bucky—they are just a perfect combo, btw. I now am needy for angst to fluff (oops…). All I can think about is an insecure little who think that her daddies don’t love her after a misunderstanding, so she pack up her things and runs away. (But a happy ending is ensured) when Sam and Bucky are able to find her

Love you.

Pairing: SamBucky x little!f!reader

Word Count: 2,796

Warnings: polyamory, ddlg dynamics, a dash of angst, and a pinch of fluff

A/N: Hello, Nonnie! Thank you for reading, and thank you for sharing this idea with me and allowing me to toy with your heart over it!💜💜 I was a puddle writing this one. I'm really sorry if this took me too long; I hope it's to your liking and I love you too *ghost kisses*💜 please enjoy xx

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unwanted

“That's enough. Go to your room.” Sam demanded angrily, looking down at the cheerios covering the kitchen floor that he now would have to clean up.

“Papa-”

“All you do is cause trouble and I'm done! To your room, now!”

She's been bad again. It was the third time this week. She has been disobedient and impatient. Whenever Papa and Daddy told her to do anything she somehow managed to mess it up. Sam had told her not to touch anything but she wanted to help nevertheless. She couldn’t reach the cupboard though and ended up spilling the box of cereal all over the place.

Her gaze dropped and she walked to her room without another word and a few minutes later, Bucky came to give her lunch and collect her phone and tablet, taking away her screen time for the day.

“But daddy-”

“No, doll. I'm taking them away. You never listen anymore and it needs to stop.”

Papa and Daddy are mad at you. They don't love you no more. They're sick of you. You never listen and you're always bad. They could be so much happier and calmer if it wasn't for you always riling them up. They were done. It needed to stop. They don't love you no more. They don't want you no more. They don't love you. They don't want you.

She sat wallowing in her room, tears gathering in her eyes as her own mind attacked her. Maybe it was all true. All she does is cause trouble.

So maybe if she left…

She got up and got her big girl backpack out of the closet.

Maybe if she left Papa and Daddy would be better off without her.

Tears streamed down her cheeks as she gathered and pushed items into her bag.

Maybe if she was gone they would be less angry.

She zipped the bag up before sloppily slipping her socks on and picking up her stuffed friend.

Maybe if she escaped the house she could escape her thoughts too; leave them all in her room and go.

She wiped her cheeks, tiptoed out of her room, found her shoes by the front door and quietly got into them. She could hear Daddy and Papa lowly laughing together while they got things done in the backyard. Leaving really was the right decision then; they were happier without her.

Taking one, last, tear-blurred look at the house, she stepped outside and quietly closed the door behind her. She held her small white bunny to her chest and sniffed before taking off, walking to the only place that would bring her comfort.

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“She's going to be so happy. I can't wait to see her face.” Sam smiled proudly, hands on his waist as he took one last look at the swing he and Bucky have put together for their baby girl in the backyard.

“I really hope she likes it.” Bucky smiled back in agreement before opening the door for Sam and walking inside behind him.

They felt they were too hard on her that morning and she was usually a good girl, only intending to do good for her Daddy and Papa. So they decided to build the swing earlier than they’d previously planned to lighten things up again.

“Is it just me or is it awfully quiet in here?” Bucky murmured, bringing the water bottle down from his mouth and looking around the living room in slight suspicion.

“I mean, she is in a timeout and you did take away her phone,” Sam reminded him, trying not to let himself panic as he got himself a water bottle from the fridge.

But it wasn’t that. Bucky could still hear her presence no matter how quiet. He could hear her crayons gliding on paper when she would sit down to color. He could hear her hum as she organized her toys around the table for tea parties. This quietness wasn’t normal.

Bucky jogged up the stairs to her room and just as he feared, she wasn't in there. Her sandwich was untouched. Her closet was open and her backpack and favourite blankie were missing.

“Sam!” He called for his husband, taking long strides to their bedroom to find she wasn't there either.

Sam ran up the stairs at Bucky's freaked tone and saw him pacing through the hallway.

“She's not here.”

“What?” Sam’s heart sank into his stomach.

“I can't find her.” Bucky shook his head at Sam, running his fingers through his hair in growing panic.

“Hey, calm down. We're gonna find her.” Sam rubbed a hand down Bucky's back, trying to hide his own fright for Bucky's sake as his mind ran to every single place she knew how to get to on her own.

“How? How are we gonna find her? We don't even know where she went or if she's okay-”

Sam put a hand on Bucky’s shoulder, the other cupping his cheek.

“Hey, breathe,” Sam instructed, slowly breathing so Bucky could copy him, trying to send away the panic attack ready to take over him. Bucky nuzzled his palm, his breath coming out shaky.

“That's it, Buck. In and out.” He moved his hands to Bucky’s.

“But she was so little when we sent her to her room and she probably doesn't even have any ID or money with her-”

“Bucky,” Sam squeezed his husband’s hands.

“We can't lose her, Sam. I can't- I took her phone away- if she's in trouble, she won't be able to-”

“Bucky, baby, we're gonna find her and she's gonna be okay. I promise.” Sam reassured him with words he himself wasn't sure would turn out to be true, his large palm stroking up and down the tense muscles of Bucky’s back, “I need you to keep breathing for me.”

Bucky tried to manage his breathing, slightly calming down to the thought of getting to hold her again.

“She couldn't have gotten that far, so we're gonna look around and I'm gonna call Steve, okay?” Bucky nodded at Sam's words, glossy eyes closing as Sam planted a kiss to the side of his forehead, “okay, baby. Let's go.”

~

Sam took the car, driving slowly, roaming the neighborhood to see if she was anywhere around the area. He was asking anyone and everyone who passed by his car if they've seen her. But apparently, no one has. Not even the old couple at the end of the street with the dog she loved to pet so much.

Bucky chose to go on foot as he walked in the other direction, preferring to depend on his enhanced senses instead of talking to other people. Even if he did talk to them for help, no one would understand that while her picture looked like that of a grown lady, she was a mere baby. They would never understand their panic.

Sam rubbed his forehead in frustration, leaning it against the wheel. He’d just hung up with Steve. He said she didn't come to his place; didn't even stop by. In fact, he hasn’t heard from her at all and got worried when Sam called. He took an uneven breath, trying to maintain his cool before he lifted his head up and started the car again.

~

Leaning back on the big tree, she wrapped her soft blankie tighter around her frame. It was getting kind of chilly and she was starting to regret leaving now that it wasn't that sunny anymore. The tears drying on her cheeks made her shiver even more and she sniffled, kissing her bunny's head and tugging the stuffed animal under her chin. She hoped Daddy and Papa were feeling better now that she was no longer there with them.

“Doll?” She heard Bucky's voice and before she could wonder if she'd imagined it, she was pressed to a hard chest.

“Oh, thank god,” Bucky sighed, kissing the side of her head over and over again, his hands tight around her back, holding her and her bunny close to his frantically beating heart.

“Baby, why'd you leave like that? We were so worried! We looked everywhere, we called everyone.” Bucky kissed her forehead a bunch before “-oh right!”

He got his phone out of his pocket with one arm, the other still firmly holding her to his chest. She kept holding onto her bunny, not really getting what was happening. Was she in trouble for leaving unannounced or not? Why would Daddy and Papa want to find her? She was nothing but trouble.

“Sam, I found her! We're in our secret place in the park.”

At Bucky's call, Sam took a sharp turn, stepping on the gas to get to the park as fast as he could.

“Are you okay, doll? Are you hurt anywhere?” Bucky asked her after hanging up, anxiously checking her head, face, arms and legs for injuries.

She shook her head silently, fresh, hot tears burning at the brims of her eyes.

“Thank god.” Bucky hugged her to his chest again, “we were so scared, doll. We were so scared.”

He kissed her damp cheeks and chin as she kept biting her lip, quietly sniveling.

She'd scared them. She'd worried them. Why was it always that she did something wrong while trying to do anything right? She was no good.

“It’s okay, love. I found you. I’m right here.” Bucky kissed her eyelids, then her nose, thinking she was crying because she was lost alone.

He pulled her on his lap and adjusted himself in her place, his back to the tree trunk as he held her close, fearing she’d disappear if he were to loosen his grip around her.

“Sugar!” Sam’s voice echoed through the empty part of the park when he saw her burrito-wrapped body in Bucky’s lap.

“Papa’s here, doll. It’s okay.” Bucky whispered to her when she didn’t stop crying.

She turned around and her eyes met Sam’s watery, brown ones.

“Hey, sugar,” Sam greeted softly, getting down on his knees before her.

Her lower lip jutted out further as new tears soaked her pretty face. It hasn’t even been a whole day and she’s missed Papa and Daddy so much. How was she ever planning on running away from them or being without them?

“Aww, no, no, baby, it’s okay,” Sam cooed, bringing her to his chest and engulfing her in a protective hug.

Her blanket fell in Bucky’s lap and she dropped her bunny to cling to Sam, barely quieting her sobs.

Not able to hold himself together any longer, a tear escaped Sam’s eye his gaze met Bucky’s. He buried his nose in her hair and squeezed her closer to him, sighing in relief that they’ve found her. His mind kept torturing him with scenarios of her getting hurt and not getting help. He didn’t know what he would’ve done if they’d actually lost her.

“You’re okay, sugar. Papa’s here with you. I’m sorry it took us so long, baby. We were looking in a lot of places.” Sam sniffled, pulling back to pepper featherlike kisses all over her face.

“You wanted to find me?” Her small, brittle voice asked, doe eyes staring up sadly.

“What? Of course we wanted to find you, baby! Why would you think otherwise?!”

“But I was bad. You w-were done. It needed to stop,” she repeated his and Bucky’s words on him and Sam felt shame cover him from head to toe, Bucky not any different as he bit down to stop his tears.

“Doll,” Bucky went to hold her hands only to find they were freezing.

“Shit! She’s too cold,” he told Sam, who immediately started taking off his jacket.

“Dada, bad word,” she softly reminded Bucky, covering her mouth with her hand before Sam got out of his jacket.

Sam slipped his warm jacket on her and pulled the zipper up, her small hands disappearing inside the long sleeves.

“Good girl, sugar. It is a bad word.” He rolled the sleeves back just enough to get her palms out so she could still hold her bunny.

“But you don’t see me asking daddy to leave because he was bad, do you?” Sam asked tenderly and she shook her head no.

“Exactly, I’m not. You know why?” Sam pressed kisses to both of her hands multiple times, rubbing them between his palms to warm her up.

“Why, papa?” she asked as he carried her in his arms; Bucky gathering the rest of her stuff.

“Because I love him so much." Sam wiped her tears. "And both me and daddy love you so so so much, sugar.” He pressed a firm kiss to her temple.

Bucky handed her the small bunny back after patting any dust or leaves out of it.

“We never want you to go, doll.” Bucky pressed a kiss to her shoulder.

“Even when I’m really really bad?”

“Even if you’re really really bad,” Sam guaranteed, kissing her temple again.

“But- I thought papa and daddy would be happier and not so angry no more if I left,” she mumbled innocently as Sam started walking to the car with her in his arms.

“That could never be true, doll. We’re only happy as long as we have you,” Bucky reassured her, opening the backseat door so Papa could slip in with her on his lap.

“And you still love me?” Her pout, teary puppy eyes and words were just killing both men inside.

“Of course we love you, doll! We will always love you. We can never afford to lose you,” Bucky told her, his eyes searching hers to offer them comfort.

“Baby, we love you so much it’s uncountable, remember?” Sam ran his thumb over the knuckles of her stuffie-holding hands.

She nodded, her eyes teary but her smile comforted and reassured. “I love you too, Papa,” she mumbled, grabbing onto Sam’s thumb, her eyelids barely staying open.

“I’m sorry I left,” she sniffled.

“It’s alright, baby. We’re all together now and we're going home.” Sam kissed her forehead once more, wanting her to forget all about it and know everything was okay again.

“Told you we’d find her,” Sam said, drawing Bucky inside the car by the cheek and brushing his lips against his.

“You did.” Bucky nodded, pressing his forehead to Sam’s and kissing him again.

Bucky pulled back and smiled adoringly at her sleepy eyes fighting to stay open as she leaned onto Sam's chest before getting in the driver’s seat to take them home. Sam was caressing her hair and before she knew it her eyes were fluttering closed.

All the crying all day had drained her and her body could finally give up and relax now that she was in Papa’s hold; she was out like a light.

“You’re so important to me and daddy, sugar. Never ever forget that,” Sam whispered against her forehead before pressing a slow kiss to her skin.

She might've had no idea how adored and cherished she actually was, but that was okay. Sam and Bucky had a lifetime ahead of them where they could show her again and again that they loved and needed her just as much as she did them.

~

“Dada! Papa! Wake up! We have a swing!”

She’d fallen asleep pretty early in the car last night and neither Sam nor Bucky had the heart to wake her up when they got home. So they took her shoes and socks off and tucked her in in their bed.

Now they had to deal with her waking up way too early. She’d gone to the bathroom on her own like a good girl before her stomach hungrily grumbled. And when she got to the kitchen for a cup of water and maybe the plate of fruit in the fridge, her eyes fell on the swing showing outside the small window on the kitchen door.

Bucky rolled over and opened his eyes first, her jumping on her knees on the bed beside him pulling him out of his dreams. Sam, however, didn’t move a muscle. The man slept so soundly that sometimes Bucky was jealous. How heavy of a sleeper could a person be?

“Yes, we do, baby.” Bucky chuckled. “Me and papa built it just for you.” He smiled sleepily at her excited face before annoyingly poking Sam’s back, “Sam, wake up.”

“Tank you, dada.” She settled back on her ankles though still buzzing with joy.

“You like it, sugar?” Bucky opened his arms wide for her.

“Yes, I love it.” She nodded happily before perching herself on his hard chest, cutely kissing his jaw, “and I love you, dada.”

“Sam.” He affectionately punched his sleeping husband’s shoulder, smirking when he heard him groan, “she likes the swing.”

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