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sweetbbarnes · 10 months
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Jealous
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TFATWS!BuckyBarnes x Fem!Reader
Summary: Bucky had no idea you could get so jealous over him. He’s not complaining, though.
Warnings: nothing much, jealous!reader, mentions of reader being insecure about herself (no body descriptions except from a part where it says that reader has calloused/scarred hands), a tiny hint at reader and Bucky having sex (you have to squint)
A/N: PLS I have nothing against long pink nails that’s actually how my nails are right now
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You have absolutely no right to feel like this.
The almost unbearable pang in your chest grows sharper and sharper as you observe the vibrant red lipstick luring Bucky into a conversation that leaves you to wonder what could be so intriguing. Oh, I actually know what’s so intriguing, you think to yourself as your eyes dart over her too revealing outfit. Talking, talking, talking. You summon the word like a mantra, repeating it over and over again in your mind, desperately trying to convince yourself that everything is fine. They’re just talking, right? So what if her hand and her stupidly long pink nails are strategically resting on his chest? What does it matter if she’s wiggling her hips all the time to show off? Everybody does that, it means nothing!
“You okay there, kid?” Sam asks, concerned, using the old nickname even though he knows you’re a little too far from being a kid now. “You look like you want to murder someone”
You shift the gaze towards your friend, attempting a smile that could honestly be mistaken with a grimace. “Just tired.” Your reply is barely audible over the unnecessarily loud music pulsating through Sharon’s mansion. They’re just talking.
“I must say,” Zemo unfortunately started with his infuriatingly smug grin “I never took you for a jealous woman”
“Jealous?” Sam repeated the infamous word, a little confused.
“Shut up, Zemo.” You reply dryly, shooting the man a glare that would make Bucky proud, if only he was paying attention to you and not some random woman’s boobs.
“She’s jealous of the pretty lady who’s captivating her soldier’s attention.” Zemo annoyingly elucidates the situation to Sam.
You watch, tortured, as Sam’s confused expression morphs into one of understanding as he gives Zemo a knowing look. “Y/n, if you’re-”
“I am not jealous and he is not ‘my soldier’.” You snap, your words coming out a little louder than you intended. Feeling frustrated in front of the truth Zemo just shoved at your face, you storm off towards the bar and ask the bartender for a beer.
You’re trying to ignore it. You really are. But your eyes can’t seem to abandon the enchanting figure across the room. She’s tall, stunning, feminine. Her skin is probably soft, void of the calluses and scars that mark your own — you wonder if Bucky can feel the softness through his shirt where she’s touching. She walks around in a piece of cloth that leaves too little to the imagination as if she fucking owns the place. Her lipstick matches so perfectly with her skin tone that if you didn’t know better you'd think she invented the color red. Every single aspect of her mere existence seems particularly designed to piss you off - but that could just be because her taste in men is pretty similar to yours. And there stands Barnes, wearing that infuriatingly sweet smirk of his, clearly enjoying the attention.
He can flirt with pretty girls. You tell yourself, trying to see things through a logical lens. He's a single, independent, free man. He can do whatever the fuck he wants. 
That much is true. To some extent.
See, he is single, and independent, and free. The only problem is, he had been flirting with you for the past two weeks — ever since Sam called you asking for help with the flagsmashers and Barnes forced his way into the situation. Or at least, you thought he was flirting. You could’ve read too much into his actions. But then again, if you were overanalyzing it, so were Sam and Zemo, because they just won’t stop teasing you about it.
Out of the two, Sam’s teases are the worst, of course. The damn asshole knows all too well that you had been pinning over Barnes since the day you helped save him years ago, back when everything was simpler. But then Wakanda happened, followed by Thanos, the blip, and the soul-wrecking taste of losing Bucky — and everyone else — for good. Then he came back, and now here you are, still hopelessly infatuated with the same dude.
Only now things are a little bit different. Because he had been gone, and in the time he was away, you had aged five years. He no longer addresses you as "kid," and you’re pretty sure you had caught him stealing glances at you when he believed no one was looking. Glances that resemble the way a man looks at a woman. Or so you desperately hoped thought. But all those fragile beliefs are now on the verge of shattering as you watch him giving the pretty lady a look that threatens to extinguish every ounce of hope you still hold onto.
"For someone who claims she's not jealous, you sure seem to be," Sam playfully mocks, breaking the silence as he sits in the barstool next to you.
You let out a heavy sigh. "Don't start."
"Are you going over there?" Sam asks nonchalantly.
"And say what? Hey, Barnes, I know we don't have anything and I have absolutely no right to be jealous, but could you please stop flirting with pretty women when I'm around? It really fucking stings?"
"It's a start," Sam shrugs.
You scoff, grabbing another beer from the bartender.
"If you're not willing to resolve it, at least stop glaring at the woman like you want to decapitate her," Zemo, much to your annoyance, joins the conversation.
"Since when do you care?" you retort, irritated with the audacity of this man.
"I don't. Just trying to be helpful," Zemo replies casually.
"Well, you're not," you roll your eyes.
"Although,” he adds after a moment of much appreciated silence, “if you're genuinely jealous, I suggest you don’t look now."
The smartass knows exactly how to get under your skin.
Shifting your gaze to where Bucky stands allowing himself to be drawn by cheap men-hooking techniques, your mouth suddenly dries. Planted far too close for your liking, the woman seductively whispers something right next to his ear as her hand caresses his bicep.
He’s not mine, you remind yourself, desperately trying to push the jealousy that threatens to consume you.
He doesn't owe me anything, you reason, the logical side of your brain trying to establish control.
I don’t have the right to feel like this. You shove your half done bottle into Sam’s chest, who holds it with an exasperated look directed at you.
I have absolutely no right to be jealous. You scold yourself as your legs start moving of their own accord, marching towards the pair.
You're nothing to him, you repeat in your mind, determination guiding your steps. When they finally notice your presence, it’s too late. You had already positioned yourself between them, fully facing Bucky.
"Excuse me, we were in the middle of a conversation," the pretty lady interjects, her tone doesn’t hold any particular hostility but her words irritate you nonetheless. How dare she flirt with your man?!
You turn your head towards her, lifting one eyebrow in a display of unimpressed indifference, before decisively returning your attention to Bucky. Grabbing him by the collar, you pull him closer and fervently press your lips against his.
Startled by your sudden attitude, he takes a few moments to fully register what the hell is going on, but as you refuse to back down, he slowly encircles his metal arm around your waist, raising his other hand to your cheek so he can hold your face and properly kiss the woman he’s been head over heels for since he came back to his senses when Steve saved him.
As Bucky deepens the kiss, taunting your parted lips with the tip of his tongue, the world around you fades into insignificance. The pent-up emotions, the frustration, the longing, and the overwhelming uncertainty, everything melts away in the intensity of the moment. Time stands still as you grant him full access to your mouth, both your stubborn natures fighting to dominate and control the kiss.
Realizing you need oxygen to survive, you release your grip on Bucky's collar, breaking the kiss but keeping your eyes locked with his. The unspoken words and long cultivated desires building up a tension one could cut with a knife.
The soldier's piercing gaze searches for yours, a mix of surprise, confusion, and something else flickering within the depths of his ocean blue eyes. Without actually thinking about what he’s doing, his grip tightens around your waist, pulling you closer. For a brief moment, you don’t dare say a word, the gravity of the situation sinking in, neither of you quite sure how to navigate the newfound territory you had just barged your way in.
But obviously, because Bucky is Bucky and you are you, that signature smirk of his slowly starts to show itself, and you somehow know what’s about to come.
“Well, darlin’, if that’s what you do when you get all riled up, I should probably find some more ladies to flirt with.” He teases, lightly squeezing your waist.
“Don’t push it, Barnes.” You fake scold, trying to hold back a smirk of your own.
He lowers his head until his lips are right next to you ear, so close that you can feel his warm breath as he speaks, “though if I got this attitude whenever you make me jealous, dollface, I have a feeling we’d be kissing a lot more”
A delicious shiver runs down your spine as you tease.”You keep the sweet talk, Sarge, and we’re gonna end up in Sharon’s spare bedroom.”
Well, you did end up in Sharon’s spare bedroom. And the bathroom. And the kitchen. And every single room in his apartment after you went back home. But that’s a story for another time.
Bonus:
Sam scowls as he watches the pretty lady storm away from you two, reaching his back pocket to get Zemo’s twenty dollars.
“I hope you know this is the last time I make a bet with you.” Sam mumbles, displeased, sipping the beer he knows very damn well you won’t be coming back to get.
Zemo shrugs nonchalantly, tucking away the money both of them know he doesn’t really need, but holds immense satisfaction as it represents his symbolic triumph over the bet. He smirks. "I must remind you, I did mention I could be quite persuasive."
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sergeantxrogers · 1 month
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Can you please write something with the idea of y/n asking Bucky if she can tie a pink ribbon around his bicep? Thank you
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Request: "Can you please write something with the idea of y/n asking Bucky if she can tie a pink ribbon around his bicep? Thank you"
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Word count: 1.5k
Warnings: none, just fluff
Note: hooooly shit guys, i've been gone for way too long. hope you enjoy <3
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The jingle of keys in the doorknob had you lifting your eyes from your book, followed by the sound of the door opening and closing softly. The quiet whispers of a jacket being taken off, laces being untied, keys being set on the small table beside the door travelled through the apartment, meeting your ears and bringing a smile to your face.
Soft footsteps padded against the hardwood floor, careful to avoid any creaky spots.
"I'm awake, Buck," you called out softly from the comfort of your bed, and you heard him pause his movements. And then continue, a bit quicker than before.
Brown hair and blue eyes popped around the the edge of the door frame, brows furrowed. "It's midnight. Why are you still awake?"
You shrugged, sitting up in bed and setting your book aside. "Dunno, really. Got caught up reading."
Bucky frowned, and stepped into the room, walking over to the bed. "You can't sleep?"
It was a casual question, but you sensed the undertone of worry laced through it, and smiled to yourself.
"Actually, I spent most of the evening redecorating, so I'll probably start snoring as soon as the lights are off."
Bucky's hands reached for yours, grabbing them and bringing them up to his lips as he stood in front of you. One, two, three kisses along your knuckles. One hand, then the other.
"Redecorating?" he murmured against your skin, and you nodded slyly. His eyes narrowed, partially in amusement, partially in curiosity.
You cleared your throat and pulled your hands back, settling yourself back into the fluffy down of your pillows and blankets. "How was work today?"
At your question, Bucky's jaw ticked.
"It was fine."
You studied him for a few seconds, and cocked your head. "Just fine?"
He let out a heavy sigh, then collapsed atop the comforter at the foot of the bed. On nights like this, when he came home later than usual, the tension in his shoulders a bit more prominent than usual, the bags under his eyes a bit heavier, he found it hard to form sentences adequate enough to explain how he felt or what he needed.
Ever since the government cleared him of all charges and his mandated therapy ended, Bucky had taken up a job at the DCSA.
Defense Counterintelligence and Security Agency.
On paper, James Buchanan Barnes was an ordinary, ex-military security guard working for the Department of Defense and the United States.
In reality, the executive branch of the federal government reached out to him themselves and offered him a job doing what they claimed he did best: making people disappear, and making it seem like an accident. He was hesitant at first, unwilling to be the very thing he tried so hard to run away from being, but soon enough, they had made it very clear he had limited options: accept the position, or get thrown in prison for all the charges they claimed to have dropped.
So, for all his hesitating and hatred, Bucky Barnes was the United States government's own personal hitman, killing anybody who posed a threat to the life of the president, his family, or anybody in the Senate.
At least they paid better than HYDRA, Bucky had once joked. You could see, in his eyes, how much it pained him to revert back to his old ways, once again not having a choice.
Bucky cleared his throat, and glanced at you, blinking away the shadows behind his eyes.
"It's fine, sweetheart. I promise. It could have been worse."
Your heart cracked in your chest and you frowned, burying your cheek even deeper into your pillow as you looked at him. "If you say so."
Bucky pursed his lips to the side, then looked toward the door connecting your bedroom to the bathroom. Without a word, he got up, walking towards the bathroom and simultaneously pulling his shirt over his head. You smiled to yourself as you watched him disappear behind the door, flicking the lights on and letting the soft, yellow glow flood the floor of your room. You listened to him shuffle about, letting out a soft sigh as he unbuckled his belt.
His movements paused.
Your smile grew.
"Y/N?" he called out.
"Yes, babe?"
The door creaked open all the way, and behind it stood Bucky, holding his toothbrush in one hand, with a confused look on his face.
"Why is there a pink bow on my toothbrush?"
It took all your strength not to burst into a fit of giggles immediately as you schooled your face into one of nonchalance, and said, "I told you. I redecorated."
Bucky's bewildered eyes flickered from you, to the toothbrush, then back to you. Then he turned to look at the bathroom. And you saw the exact moment in which he realized there were pink bows everywhere. Big, small, light pink, dark pink, neon pink, cotton, silk, linen. A variety of ribbons tied in bows around everything you could think of: toothbrushes, toothpaste, shampoo bottles, the soap dispenser, the toilet brush, the towel rack, your skincare bottles, his deodorant and cologne.
"Y/N," Bucky said calmly.
"Yes?" you replied, batting your eyelashes innocently.
"Can you please tell me, why, exactly, you decided on redecorating with pink bows everywhere?"
You hummed, then shrugged. "You know, I'm not exactly sure. I just think they make pretty things look so much prettier. I may have gone a bit overboard, though."
"You think?"
You bit back a grin as you watched him shake his head, as if to snap him from his stupor of amusement, and bend over the sink to brush his teeth. You watched him brush his teeth, wash his face, change out of his jeans and into pajama pants. You tracked him as he turned the lights off and sighed, trudging over to the bed, exhaustion creeping into every one of his movements and pulling at him like gravity. You opened your arms wide, lifting the covers as you did so, and Bucky gladly crawled into them, nuzzling his head into your chest and wrapping his arms around your waist and back.
You placed a soft kiss to the crown of his head, and let your arms come loosely around his neck. Bucky said nothing, content to lay in silence and listen to the beat of your heart as it lulled him to sleep.
After a few minutes of you silently running your fingers through his hair, you whispered his name. "Bucky?"
He hummed in answer against your chest.
"You know how I said pink bows make pretty things even prettier?"
You felt, rather than saw, his body pause at the question, and then his head was up and his blue eyes were staring into yours with a puzzled expression. "Yes... why? What's that have to do with anything?"
"Well..."
You paused. All of a sudden, you felt stupid. Bucky's furrowed brows and sleepy eyes urged you to continue.
"I have a pink ribbon under the pillow, actually, and I was... I wanted to..."
"What, honey?"
"Well, I was wondering if I could tie it around your arm."
Bucky paused, blinking up at you slowly, as if he hadn't heard you.
"My arm?"
You nodded.
"Why?"
You shrugged. "Because it's already beautiful, and I want to make it even more so."
He laid there quiet for a moment, and you were about to tell him to forget about it, but then he unwrapped his arms from around you, letting you drop flat onto your back, and shoved a hand beneath your head. Beneath your pillow.
He emerged with a baby pink ribbon in his fingers, the material pliable and soft in his grip, as he handed it to you.
"Go ahead," he said simply.
You gave him a skeptical look. "Really?"
He shrugged with one shoulder. "Why not? Did you think I'd say no?"
You fell quiet, then let out a sigh through your nose, turning over slightly to better reach his arm. His left arm.
You wrapped the ribbon around his bicep, the vibranium cold and unyielding, a stark contrast to the warm pink silk in your fingers. You looped it through, pulling it taut, then let go. You stared at it for a second, then glanced up at Bucky. Leaning in, you pressed a light kiss to the exposed metal right above the bow.
Bucky let out a shuddering breath, then laid down again, this time face to face with you. His fingers traced soft, swirling patterns against the skin of your arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake, and you closed your eyes against the feeling.
"I love you so much," he muttered quietly. "You know that, right?"
You nodded, eyes closed and a smile playing at your lips. "I know. I love you, too. Every part of you."
Bucky loosed a breath that sounded somewhat like a disbelieving breath, and you felt him lean in and press a kiss to your temple.
You fell asleep without even realizing, lulled into dreams by the steady thrum of his heartbeat and his hand stroking your hair.
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gemstone-roses · 6 months
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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!
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"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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fleurdelouvemonth · 3 months
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And thus, we bring to an official close the third Fleur De Louve Month 2023! Thank you so much to all the authors and artists and creators who took part in or read or reblogged all the amazing content that was created! This list will represent our final master list.
But wait! I hear you ask: what do we do with all the love we have left behind?
Fear not! Any additional works or recs related to this month can still be submitted and we will be happy to reblog it and update the master list to include them.
The admins thoroughly enjoyed interacting with everyone and appreciate you all for helping this ship grow! Please stay tuned for what comes next and, always, keep creating for the good ship Fleur De Louve!
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Thank you again for all of the amazing content you created to make this event possible! 
Feel free to bookmark this post and come back to enjoy Fleur De Louve month again and again in the new year.
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fleurdelouve · 1 year
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𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒
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Per the ingenious request from an anon, here are Black writers on Tumblr who write for the ship Fleur de Louve (aka SarahBucky) which involves a Black women!
The below information includes their blogs, whether they’re female or male writers, links to their ao3, and how many Fleur de Louve fics they current have posted.
This list is still in progress, so feel free to contact us if you’re Black and would like to be added to this list!
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 @rebellconquerer - female - AO3: rebellconquerer
Current number of Fleur de Louve fics: 7 fics
- Has also written for: Katara/Zuko, ATLA, Sam Wilson, Ayo, Queen Ramonda, Shuri, Sam Wilson
 @palettesofrenaissance - female - AO3: palettesofrenaissance
Current number of Fleur de Louve fics: 11 fics
- Has also written for: Black Panther, Monica Rambeau, Maria Rambeau, Dr. Jason Wilkes, Michelle Jones, Spideychelle, Brunnhilde (Valkyrie from Thor), X-Men, Ava Starr (Ghost from Ant-Man), Gamora, Tyrone Johnson (from Cloak & Dagger), Liz Allan/Cindy Moon, Sam Wilson
 @btwxsixesandsevens - female - AO3: Sixes_and_Sevens
Current number of Fleur de Louve fics: 26 fics
- Has also written for: Ayo/Aneka, Black Panther, Janna/Rose Tico, Finn (from Star Wars), Jo/Drash, Dragon Age, Misty Knight, Sam Wilson, Star Wars
 @tllgrrl - female - AO3: NefertiriJones
Current number of Fleur de Louve fics: 48 fics
- Has also written for: Shuri, Okoye, Ayo, Sam Wilson, Misty Knight
 @duckybarnes1917 - female - AO3: DuckyBarnes1917
Current number of Fleur de Louve fics: alleged wips
- Has also written for: Sam Wilson, Original female character
@blackstarising - female - AO3: blackstarising
Current number of Fleur de Louve fics: 1 fics
- Has also written for: Sam Wilson, AJ Wilson, Cass Wilson
@hauntedelation - female - AO3: hauntedelation
Current number of Fleur de Louve fics: 1 fics
- Has also written for: Sam Wilson, Original female characters, Black self insert
@w00wzerz - female - AO3: WOWJAY
Current number of Fleur de Louve fics: 2 fics
- Has also written for: Starfire/Dick Greyson (Dickkory) (from Titans), All Rise, Lola Carmichael, Lola Carmichael/Mark Callan, Lola Carmichael/Robin Taylor
@wakandacoconutoil - female - AO3: wakandacoconutoil
Current number of Fleur de Louve fics: 1 fics
- Has also written for: Mel Medarda, Mel/Jayce, Shuri, Black Panther, Arcane: League of Legends
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palettesofrenaissance · 9 months
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A random Fleur de Louve (SarahBucky) nsfw prompt: oral under the table
NSFW; AU or canon or whatever your heart desires. Just please tag me so I can read it
Of course my thoughts go to Sarah first
It could be at: a resteraunt with dim lights. Probably at night. It's at a place that uses long table cloths of course. Anyways, Sarah is unsuspecting at first. Perhaps Bucky left hints that this is a 'treat' he had in kind for her but she didn't take him seriously, or it was sprung by spontaneous surprise. Either way, when he disappears, Sarah is surprised to suddenly feel him, so surprised that she jumps, causing the silverware to clatter, but she grins and makes the excuse that she thought she saw a bug (or something). Next thing she knows, she feels her panties being moved and fiddled with as he's spreading her legs wide and kissing up her thighs. She feels his hot breath across her skin and it raises goosebumps. She can't focus on anything, and is desperately trying her hardest to pay attention to her surroundings as to not get caught. When she feels him slide her forward, causing her to slump a bit in her chair, Sarah knows. She knows this isn't going to be easy. And so she bites her bottom lip hard while smoothly covering her mouth as she leans onto her hand by her elbow propped on the table. Bucky also does his best in eating her out as quietly as possible, even as she becomes increasingly wet, but also push her over the edge. Or, at least get her close there. During it all, Sarah can't move. He has his nose buried in her folds, hot breath panting in her coarse curls, and his hands pinning her legs. At one point, she puts a hand under the table to cart through his hair. At one point she fists his hair in a tight grip that would be painful on a regular man. At one point, her eyes roll back. And, he becomes so aroused himself that he can't help to palm at himself but also thinks of a plan to exit without drawing attention
You decide how it should go, but I imagine the end being like: when he comes up from under the table (it could be while there's some kind of distraction outside, like a police chase passing by) he casually wipes his mouth clean, retains eye contain with a very blushing Sarah, and coolly asks her about the food -- if she's still hungry, or if she wants more food, or whatever. Sarah replies that she isn't hungry anymore, or as hungry for food. While chuckling about her, he agrees that they'd leave. (Ignoring the unfulfilled woman across the room watching them enviously, then scolding her date to be more like them. Or, the man not far from Bucky watching his calm performance with an intrigued gleam in his eyes because his wife is currently too shy to be as adventurous and risque.)
Then there's the side where Sarah reciprocated the favor: I don't know where. It could be while he's on a Zoom Video call, it could be while he's playing a card game/virtual card game, or whatever have you that you chose. But either way, Sarah gets her payback. She could have been sweet-talking him all day to the point where she distracts him more than usual, but he has this thing he needs to focus on so he's trying to dodge her. He fails of course when she gets to her knees and begins massaging his crotch. He could try to gently push her away, but then she grabs him and he shuts up, his dick having already begun to harden. And he knows how determined Sarah can be but he's also selfish and wants this so he doesn't fight her anymore, perhaps. Anyway, Sarah takes her time. She builds up the anticipation, teases him, murmurs things at a volume she knows only he can hear to rile him up. It gets so bad that by the time he's completely hard and she's gliding her moist lips down his dick, he's barely even focuses on his task or competition at hand. If it's a card game, he could soon be trying to play it off by leaning his forehead into his tensed hand, trying to hide his face and/or focus. His face would turn red -- "Your face is turning red, Buck. Are you okay?" -- and him feigning frustration and/or confusion. Sarah doesn't stop; she uses her hands, sucks him off, squeezes his balls. She smirks while doing it, and he groans about it -- whether from frustration or arousal or both or whatever else, you choose. At one point he could put a hand on her hair, perhaps gripping it as something to hold on to, probably when he slowly urges his hips forward too. He knows how Sarah is about the way he fills her mouth. Her fingernails dig into his inner thighs. He's barely paying attention to whatever he's doing. (If it's a video call, he could space out. If it's a card game he could be so far in the gutter there's no way he'd win, so they're laughing at him to just quit now.)
However this ends, you decide :)
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cobrafantasies · 1 year
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Build My World of Dreams Around You
SamBucky | Rated M | 14,561 words | Complete | AO3
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Written to fulfill square B2 - AU: Celebrity for All Caps Bingo 2023, Round One, from @allcapsbingo!
Summary: 
Samuel T. Wilson is a famous author who's in need of a personal assistant. He hires one of his biggest fans, Bucky Barnes, who quickly falls in love with him. Or Sam is a novelist who writes the love story from the TFATWS and hires the man he thought he created in his head to be his assistant.
Excerpt:
Bucky stares at his laptop screen, his mouth hangs wide open in shock. He just scored an interview with the famous author Samuel T. Wilson for an assistant job. Bucky jumps out of his chair. Pacing with excitement, he runs his hands through his hair over and over again. He can't believe he's even getting the chance to meet Mr. Wilson, forget working for him! 
Samuel T. Wilson officially became Bucky's favorite author when he discovered his book Rolling In the Feild, a gay romance novel. He's since read every other book by the author, totaling a mere five. Bucky wishes it was more but according to the novelist's bio online, Mr. Wilson got a late start in the writing game since he was in the Air Force for most of his youth. Which by the way, has become a new fantasy of Bucky's since one of the books documented a young military man falling in love with an Air Force pilot. And Bucky was in the Army before he lost his arm and Samuel was a pilot — so honestly, this could be their future love story.
Bucky tries to calm himself down. He sits to confirm the time and place for his in-person interview with his favorite author in existence. He presses send, shuts his laptop, and lets out a little happy scream.
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jessybarnes · 1 year
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Rough With Me
Pairing - Sebastian Stan x Stunt Double Reader
Rating - 18 + Only!! Minors DNI!!
Tags - SMUT, kicking, being stepped on, choking, face fucking, hair pulling, name-calling, degradation, metal arm kink, unprotected sex, a countdown to cum, language, mentions of blood, chase scene, and I think that’s it. 
Word Count -  2,394
Beta - None...all mistakes are my own.
Fic Aesthetic - Yours truly
Written for: @wermadashatters on TikTok.
A/N - This was based on a TikTok that my bestie saw where Sebastian kicked a stunt double into a table for TFATWS.
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The crisp morning air whipped your hair around as you walked onto set. Birds chirped around you and the faint colors of the morning's sunrise blanketed across the sky like a painting. This wasn't the first time you'd filmed in Georgia, but it was the first time you were needed for this particular stunt. 
As a stunt double, you had to be prepared for anything. Cuts, bruises, blood, and even broken bones were possible in this line of work. Your parents supported you, sure, but it still concerned them whenever you visited them sporting a new injury.
The new series you'd been a part of was called The Falcon and the Winter Soldier, and you couldn't be happier. Being an avid Marvel fan, you jumped at the opportunity when they began looking for stunt actors. 
Taking a sip of your caramel macchiato, you caught sight of the director walking toward you.
"Y/N! Good morning! Lovely weather isn't it?"
A toothy grin spread across your face as you readjusted your bag on your shoulder.
"Mornin' Kari! Yes, it's so nice out."
She handed you a packet and began to walk alongside you.
"So, I wanted to talk to you about today's scenes. Well, one in particular. I know you're used to your line of work, but I always like to talk to my doubles to make sure they're one hundred percent okay with everything." 
You nodded and set your coffee down on a nearby table. At first glance, it didn't look like you'd be doing anything major, but something caught your eye on the last page.
"It's this one here." Kari's finger hovered over the middle of the page. "This is a warehouse scene. It'll be you, Mackie, and Sebastian. Now, the writers and I set the scene up to have you running away from Seb and Anthony."
She gestured to the stacks of boxes and shelving units in the makeshift set they built. "Once you come through that door and cut a hard right around those boxes there, Anthony is going to try and grab you, your jacket comes off slowing you down a bit. Seb is going to be coming from the opposite side and he is scripted to kick you into that table over there." 
Kari glanced at your face for some sort of reaction, so you opted for a soft smile.
"I appreciate your concern. You're one of the only directors who have asked my opinion. I'm down for anything you want to throw at me. I signed up for this, and if I gotta be kicked by Sebastian Stan to make the episode good then so be it."
She laughed and placed a hand on your shoulder. "Alright, great! I'll see you in about an hour." 
Forty-five minutes later you made your way to the warehouse. To someone who wasn't used to a film set, it would look like total chaos.
The crew ran around setting up lights, getting camera angles right, and moving set pieces to ensure the scene was ready. Sebastian's costume designer was making sure Bucky's prosthetic arm fit properly and Anthony was munching on a donut in a nearby chair.
"Y/N! Over here! I saved you a seat!"
Smiling, you chuckled and made your way over to him.
"Morning Mack! Good to see you!"
He offered you the box of assorted donuts.
"Thanks! So, how's Seb today? He seems...I don't know...off?"
Anthony swallowed the last of his breakfast and sighed.
"Seabass isn't particularly keen with today's shoot. He doesn't want to hurt you, Y/N."
You let out a breath and patted him on the knee.
"I'm gonna go talk to him."
As if on queue, the blue-eyed Romanian glanced warily in your direction. You moved to stand in his line of sight and looked up at him.
"Hey, don't look at me like that. You have nothing to be scared of, Sebastian."
He shook his head and ran the fingers of his right hand down your arm.
"You can't ask me to be okay when I'm scripted to kick you in the ribs, Y/N. These are steel-toed boots for God's sake!" 
Your free hand grabbed his left one and began rubbing small circles to try and soothe him.
"Seb, listen, I signed up for this. I can take it."
His concerned eyes locked onto your Y/E/C ones silently pleading you not to go through with it.
"How about this? How about we get this shot in one take, hm? Put some extra Seabass spice into Bucky's demeanor and give me one of those stern Winter Soldier stares or something. Blow Kari away and then we only have to do this once, okay?" 
He closed his eyes and licked his lips. The action of his tongue ignited a fire deep in your core that you tried desperately to ignore.
"Alright….alright I'll do it, but I'm gonna go all out. I don't want to do this more than once." 
"Okay everybody, places, please! We've got a lot to cover and only so many hours in the day."
Kari moved to sit behind the main camera while the rest of the crew got to their designated spots. She began to call out the rest of her orders as you, Seb, and Anthony moved into position. 
"Roll sound!" 
"Falcon and Winter Soldier warehouse fight sequence, scene twelve, take one,….marker,….and ACTION!" 
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After a deep breath, you cleared your mind as you shoved the metal door open and ran. It was dark, mountains of boxes flanked you at a dead end.
"Hey! Stop!"
The sound of heavy footsteps closed in behind you as you took a hard right. Fingers gripping onto your jacket made you stumble, and you quickly freed yourself before breaking into a dead sprint.
"Buck, she's headed right for you!" 
As soon as you passed the last row of shelves, a boot connected hard against your side making you cry out in agony. Your body collided with a wood table smashing two of the legs. Your left hand wiped the trickle of blood from your brow as you scrambled backwards away from the super soldier. 
He stalked toward you, a murderous look in his eyes as he brought his boot down to rest on your sternum.
"Where is it?"
You struggled underneath him as you thrashed from side to side doing your best to break free.
"Like I'd ever tell you, Barnes!"
His eyes darkened and the pressure of his weight increased on your chest making it hard to breathe as he knelt down on his opposite knee.
"I said…" He hovered directly over your face, his metal hand gripping your chin tightly. "Where is it?!"
He raised his voice and squeezed your face a little tighter. Your free hand tried to pry him away, but he was too strong.
He licked his lips and leaned down so he was inches from your face. Your core throbbed, arousal dripping onto your panties as you tried to regulate your breathing.
"How about you stop being a bitch and give us the flash drive." 
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"CUT! Guys, that was perfect! I think we got it, so no need to reset. Go ahead and break for lunch and we will meet back here at two for the next scene." 
The moment Kari called cut, Sebastian's eyes softened with worry. He pulled you to your feet, taking note of the way you winced when he touched the cut on your head.
"Y/N, I'm so sorry...I...I knew I shouldn't ha-"
You cut him off with a kiss, his body going rigid for a few seconds before pulling you flush against him. Your hands reached up into his hair and you licked his bottom lip asking for entrance. His hands found purchase on your hips and he let out a low groan. Taking the opportunity, you licked into his mouth desperately trying to gain friction to where you needed it most. 
Sebastian pulled away, his eyes dark with arousal as he leaned his forehead against yours.
"What was that for?"
Instead of answering him, you grabbed his hand and pulled him to a nearby supply closet. You shoved him in and locked the door behind you both.
"Y/N, wha-"
"Do you know how fucking hot that was, Sebastian?"
He furrowed his brow and searched your eyes for an answer.
"How...what...huh? Y/N, I just kicked you and practically stood on top of you...I...y-you liked that?"
A giggle fell from your lips and you began to pull off his costume.
"I think like is a bit of an understatement, baby." 
He cupped your cheek and kissed you again, softer this time. Once you finally got his pants undone, you pulled them down and practically ripped yours to get them off your legs.
"Seb, please… feel how wet I am."
You brought his right hand between your folds and moaned when his fingers brushed your clit.
"F-Fuck, baby… want you to be rough with me… love hearing you call me names like you own me." 
Sebastian nearly came undone at the sight of you before him. He had never been so turned on in his life. Something inside him snapped. It made him almost primal seeing you writhe against him, pussy dripping from his hand alone.
He shoved you against the door and kicked your feet apart.
"Look at you. So fuckin' needy for my touch."
He shoved two metal fingers inside you and curled them, immediately finding the spot that made you see stars. His free hand clamped over your mouth to muffle your moans.
"What a fucking slut. Getting all wet from what my character did to yours. Do you like that, Y/N? You like when I stuff Bucky's thick fingers in this tight little cunt?" 
Your eyes rolled back as you clenched around his digits, legs starting to shake from your impending orgasm.
"Don't you fucking dare, doll. You'll cum when I tell you to."
He pushed a third finger in and quickened his movements making you whimper. You knew you wouldn't be able to hold back, and you knew Sebastian knew that too. The moment his thumb touched your clit you screamed into his hand, your cum gushing down his fingers. 
The hand covering your mouth moved to your throat and squeezed slightly. "I fuckin' told you not to cum." He moved the hand that was on your pussy to your mouth and shoved his fingers past your lips. "Be a good girl and clean them off."
Your tongue lapped at them like it was your last meal, the taste of yourself making you moan.
"On your knees."
Immediately, you sank to the floor and looked up at him. He gripped your hair and shoved his boxers down to where his pants lay around his ankles.
"Open up, let Daddy fuck that pretty mouth." 
He slid past your lips and bit his when he felt himself slide into your throat.
"Fuck...What a good fuckin' girl."
He tightened the grip on your hair and set a brutal pace. You brought a hand between your legs and began small circles on your clit as drool and tears began to cover your face.
"You're such a cock-slut. Takin' Daddy's dick in your throat. You needy little whore."
Right before your second orgasm came he pulled you off him and brought you to your feet. 
"Gonna fill that tight little pussy with my cum, baby."
You pulled him down for a searing kiss and wrapped a hand around his cock stroking him slowly.
"Please, daddy… please fuck me."
Sebastian groaned and lifted you against the door. His hands roughly caressed your curves as he began leaving love bites anywhere he could reach.
"How bad do you want my cock, baby doll?"
"Daddy, I need it. Please, please fill me up. Wreck me and show me who I belong to."
He growled at your words and slammed into you, his cock stretching you deliciously.
He thrusted relentlessly, his fingers tugging at your nipples harshly.
"Fuck, Y/N...you feel so good...so fuckin' good. Mmm…"
His lips crashed against yours, swallowing your moans.
"You were made for me. Fuckin' perfect. Taking my...ah f-fuck...cock so well."
Sebastian brought his right hand to your throat and his left to your clit.
"You wanna cum for Daddy? Wanna cum all over my cock?"
"P-Please.." was all you could say without crying out in ecstasy. 
He changed his position, the new angle making your walls clench tight around him.
"Not yet, doll. Gonna count down from ten and you're gonna be a good girl and cum with me."
He slowed his pace and thrusted harder, his cock going impossibly deeper. 
"Ten…"
His lips kissed along your neck leaving another mark next to the others he'd made previously. 
"Nine….eight"
The pressure on your throat increased and you nearly lost it, eyes shutting tightly to try and hold back. 
"Just a little more, baby...you're doing so good. Seven….open those eyes, pretty girl. Show daddy those eyes...six….five….four.."
The fingers on your clit sped up, your legs shaking as you gripped onto Sebastian's biceps. You locked eyes with him, silently pleading for him to take mercy on you and let you cum. 
"Three….You're nearly there, Y/N…two…" 
His movements became sloppy as he fucked into you faster, his own release beginning to wash over him.
"Oh, shit...ah fuck...Y/N. Can feel that sweet pussy squeezin' me…gonna fill you up...cum with me, baby…"
His gaze met yours and slammed into you hard as you raked your nails down his back.
"One." 
Sebastian kissed you feverishly, doing his best to muffle your moans as both of your orgasms crashed over you like a tsunami. He stilled inside you, his lips lazily molding with yours in sweet kisses.
"Such a good girl...so good for me, Y/N." 
He set you down on wobbly legs and helped you get dressed.
"So much for eating lunch, we only have thirty minutes to get cleaned up and ready to film again."
You laughed and took his hands in yours.
"My trailer has a detachable shower head." You gazed at him seductively and watched as he bit his lip. 
"Woman, you're gonna be the absolute death of me."
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black-moon-bunny · 2 years
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Stargazing. / TFATWS!Bucky x Fem!Agent!Reader
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After a lot of untold feelings and a messy discusion, you ended up stargazing outside the safehouse, thinking to yourself how did you ended up catching feelings for Bucky. What you did not know is that inside the safehouse he is thinking the exact same thing.
Warnings: Not really, but there some curse words and a little bit of angst, it is mostly fluff really.
N/A: Sooo...Hi! This is my first lame attempt at writing something. I was writing this in the middle of a class at the University one day that I was especially creative, but like I always do, I didn't finish it. So today I tried my best to give it a proper end. But I don’t know if it worked or not tbh. So, I hope you like it and also, sorry if there’s any mistake English is not my first language so there is maybe a few. I hope you enjoy it and feel free to reblog and leave a comment, maybe this is the beginning of my new era of writing. All of the pictures used I find them on pinterest and then i made the sketch myself with Pixlr.
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Sometimes, being on an outside mission brought to the experience some wonderful things, today was being able to experience a full bright moon and a sky full of stars outside the well-hidden safe house of stark industries. The one that was in the middle of a forest, erased from maps and without any written directions. Only a few people had access to this location, between them were Sam Wilson, the new Captain America, and Sargent James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes. And now, you.
And you loved the view and the forest. Since you were a child you had been in love with the stars, when you first met Tony way back on New York 2012 the first thing that you asked him was how was the space and the stars above, so being there was like going to a planetarium to see the fake sky with the constellations but one hundred million times better. But you were not fully at peace, and it didn't make you as happy as you wanted to be underneath the sky. The mission did not go as planned and that triggered an ugly discussion between you and James.
*—You could have died out there! how many times do I have to tell you; your fucking metal arm doesn't mind shit if they shoot at you! you are not blinded for goodness's sake! —You were at full blown out, that was the fifth time in a row that James was injured, the fifth time in a row that you saw how they shouted at him without being able to do shit because he thought that he was invincible. And you were fucking done with it.
—How many times I have to tell you that I'm fine with this! You don't have to defend me or put yourself at risk for trying to help me, I'm a super soldier or you forgot about that? You have been forgetting everything lately, haven't you? Like putting your god-damned protection suit? You want to yell at me because I took a few shots? Fine, but don't be a fucking hypocrite and tell me to worry about myself when you went out to the field without your suit! maybe if you did, I wouldn't have the need of putting me between you and a fucking bullet!
— It was one fucking time!! It is the fifth time that you have done this shit! don't put the fucking blame on me! —You couldn't keep doing that, you were tired of seeing him getting hurt, because every time that you have seen him getting shot you have felt how the world had stopped, the terrifying sound of his body dropping to the floor and the smell of gunpowder and blood flooding your nostrils. It left you breathless with a scream trapped in your throat unable to get out and a burning sting in your heart. And five times in a row, in less than a year is too much. You were going to go nuts.
—Ok you two cut it out already, we really need to rest and if we are going to be here at least a couple of days to fully recover I don't want this to keep happening so please buck, Y/N, cut it out. —Sam was tired of this too, he was such a sweetheart all the time and always wanted the best to you and to Bucky because you were friends but all of this situation was driving him crazy, because he knew that you both were in the right but he also knew that you were also tired and burned out from the stress of the last missions, so he did not want to be dragged in the middle of the fight. It was time to let you and buck solve your problems on your own. Besides that, he wanted peace for the day, and you two screaming at each other were not going to give him the peace that he needed.
—You know what? I'm done! I do not care if you get shot and died because you don't seem to care about that either, so don't worry about me! ***
That was all, you left the safe house and went out, and there you were, underneath the sky full of stars watching them glistening in the distance, trying your best not to cry out of anger and thinking that this time, things went too far between you and him. You could not understand why it was so hard for him to see that you were dying on the inside every time that he got hurt. You were mad at him, but also you were mad about yourself, because you crossed the line that you should have never crossed. You develop romantic feelings for him, it could had been Sam, he was charming and you and him get along too well but no, you develop romantic feelings toward the snarky, idiotic, sarcastic and anger issued Bucky. Not only because he looked good as hell always, but mainly because he was tender, secretly caring and loving towards Sam and you, he had your back every time something went wrong in your head, and he wiped your tears after your beloved cat died in your arms due to his advanced age. And on the outside, he was all rough and serious, seeing him upset sometimes stirred up your heart and made you wonder if in bed he was like that, rough and commanding. But all those thoughts didn't matter now, you needed to keep it professional, and he clearly doesn't want you near after the fight.
What you did not know was that inside the house Sam and Bucky were talking about you while making some coffee.
—I know, she crossed the line by saying that but dude, she was scared as fuck. You behave like you're fucking immortal buck, and I get it you are a super soldier and shit but that doesn't mean that you are immortal, ok?
—She was being irresponsible! She was without her suit, and you know that between the two of us she is the one that is going to be worse if shot. She was right I don't care if I die at this point but if something happens to her I'm...I'm not going to be able to forgive myself, she is wonderful and I know that she works very hard and that she has the skills but when I see someone aiming a gun at him I lose it every fucking time...protection suit or not just seen her in danger makes my blood boil. She does not deserve anything of this, I know that she is skilled, but she doesn't deserve to live like this, getting at risk everyday...
—So, dude you really like her —Sam knew that it was wrong to laugh at the topic, but Bucky was there fully confessing that he does not care at all for him but if something happens to her the story changes. He knew about Bucky feelings, maybe he knew even before Bucky realized that he was feeling a lot more than friendship towards her.
—What? Don't say that...she is just nice and I ...ah...you are going to mess with me for this all day, aren't you? ...­Yeah, Sam, I like her, but that doesn't mean that she likes me ok? and I don't want to make things weird between us...plus she must be angry as fuck with me.
—You should tell her. Drop the fucking act and tell her, what is the worst that can happen?
­­­The thing here was simple, he knew that you felt the same. But he was not going to get involved in this whole mess. There was no need for him to get involved in your business, sadly for him, how could he not be involved? You first talked about the issue with him, right after your birthday, right after discovering these new feelings.
"***—Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! —Sam was singing off tone because he was with a little bit of a sore throat, but he was trying his best, while Bucky was signing very low but keeping his eyes on you all the time. You were in the middle of an abandoned mansion where the three of you were hiding, with a little cupcake with a candle on top because Sam made a huge scandal about you not celebrating your birthday. Even when they were all dirty and tired, they sung happy birthday to you, with the candlelight up shining in the middle of the night, reflecting its warm yellow and orange flame in the icy blue of Bucky's eyes
—Happy birthday dear doll...happy birthday to you.... —And then you saw it, the glow reflecting in his eyes, his plump lips a little bit chapped but tempting, the way that his tongue darted out to lick his lower lip when he notices that you were looking at them, the way that his smell can penetrate your nostrils, the proximity between your bodies —Make a wish...
—Not that one you dirty girl! —Sam joked, and you laugh before taking a minute to think, and then it completely hit you, you wanted Bucky, being with Bucky, kiss Bucky, hug him feeling him between your legs and worship him like the god he was.
And that made you freak out. Because you were not supposed to like him, you were not supposed to fall for him because he was your teammate and also your friend, that was not supposed to happen and there you were, falling for him. After the birthday, and after the three of you returned to the compound and took some rest, you went up with Sam to tell him everything.
—Sam, I think that I like him...—You sounded guilty, you knew that it was a bad idea falling for the Greek god that you have as partner in missions, he was an asshole and could be mean and an idiot but seeing him like that while he was signing happy birthday. —Please don't say anything, I know that he doesn't feel the same and I don't want to ruin our friendship like that, I know that I'm not his type and I don't want to keep false hopes about all of this nonsense and hurting him or us as a team...I'm going to find a way to deal with this so please, please don't tell him."***
And Samuel Wilson keeps his promises, even when he believes that you are full of bullshit and even when he knew that Bucky felt the same about you, because this was something that both of you need to work out by yourselves and because he is a really nice guy and a really good friend. And now he is being dragged into this whole mess because he keeps his promises.
—I’m sure that she is going to understand, you should try that one, but first...—He grabbed a blanket from the couch and handed it to James— She is going to freeze out there, and you two need to talk, give her this...
—I’m going to make her a cup of coffee...but I'm not going to tell her anything Sam, not gonna happen.
— C'mon man, you should I'm telling you; this whole deal is making you two act weird already, I'm tired. And physically tired too, so I'm heading up to sleep, and screw you guys. —Sam just left him there, waiting for a signal to do something, waiting for a miracle while watching the really expensive Expresso machine that Tony bought for the place make the Vanilla Cappuccino that you loved— I'm going to...she deserves to know, and Sam is right what is the worst that can happen...
While he was making up his mind about the whole business you were still looking at the stars, thinking about how you were going to keep working with him after all these new feelings. You were lost in your thoughts when he approached you
—I know what you are going to say, I know that you are mad at me, and I screwed up too, but you are freezing out here and I made some coffee for you ...
You looked at him and your expression softened, he was so cute when he wanted to be, standing there with the blanket and coffee just for you to not freeze out there. Even when you just had a fight, he still worries about you and tries to make amends without words but actions
—Come here...sit down with me —You patted the ground right next to you while looking him with a shy smile, this all felt so different from the other times that you had been alone, it felt like it felted in your birthday, warm and cozy besides the freezing cold of the forest— Thanks for the coffee...—You took the cup and give it a taste, the warm coffee and vanilla scent flow through your body warming it up on its way down. You looked up at him, standing there doubtful about sitting or not — I'm not mad at you anymore Bucky...come here, you are going to freeze too...
—I’m a super soldier doll, I don't freeze...—He put the blanket around your shoulders and sited right next to you— But you do...I'm sorry doll...I acted like a jerk but, you have to understand that I worry about you too...
—What’s going on with you, apologizing so easily? Where is the "I'm going to fight until I'm right " Barnes that I know? —You joked poking his cheek with your finger— I kinda like him, he is a bit of an asshole but is funny...
—Don't be a tease y/n ...—He tugged a strain of hair behind your ears before it went into the coffee mug — I like you this way, not fighting and putting yourself at risk....
—Now you are being a tease...—You blushed by the proximity, and again all of these butterflies inside your stomach started to go wild— Don't say that if you don't mean it —You were about to tap his cheek again, but he started talking again while looking you right in the eyes.
— I really like you y/n. —He sounded mad serious about it, and you started to crumble beneath the pressure that his statement brings to the ambient — I know that this feels weird...but I mean it, seeing you getting hurt makes me crazy , I know for a fact that you are capable, we train together and I teach you everything that i know but even with that when someone aims a gun at you I lost it, at first I thought that was because you were the closest thing to a friend that I had , well you and Sam...—You looked down at his hands, he has this weird tick of touching his metal arm and tapping it at certain rhythm. And he was doing it now, he looked nervous, and you stopped thinking that he was joking, you felt your heartbeat on your ear and your heart was almost running wild— But is not like that anymore...I think that I’m falling for you.
Your heart was pounding like the motor of Bucky's motorcycle, fast and furious. You did not knew how to answer and kept blinking quietly while staring at him. He noticed that and tried to get up and leave, and almost by instinct you grabbed his hand and pulled him towards you.
There was no need for words, your lips touched and for a small moment you thought that you were going to have a cardiac arrest just by kissing him. He was stunned too at first, but he lost any doubt and put his hand behind your neck pulling you closer to him, it was hesitant at first but slowly it turned into a full deep kiss. It was like the two of you were starving for each other. His hands left your neck and traveled to your face, cupping it between his long fingers and caressing your cheeks. It was magical, it felt warm and dreamy, like it was meant to be. And for him it was.
After what it felt like ages you broke the kiss and looked at him, gasping a bit for air.
—Please…don’t leave like that ever again — He put his hand over yours and slowly traced the lines in your palms, without looking you directly at the eyes before saying in a really soft voice
—I won’t…but I feel like this is part of a dream…and if I look at you I’m going to wake up alone, and you are still going to be mad at me for trying to be a human shield…—He tried to laugh, but you could see how serious he was about this being a dream, and you could not deny that you felt the same. It was too good to be true. It was your birthday wish becoming a reality.
—I feel the same you know? It’s like a wish came true…
—You really wished for this doll? —He seemed a bit unsure of it, he never thought that you feel the same that he felt. For him, it was still hard to believe that someone was ever going to feel those nice feelings towards him. He was a broken man, a tired old soul who was damaged and was not deserving of love.
—It was my birthday wish…You looked so warm and ethereal in the light of the candle, and in that moment I knew that I was fucked up…that I liked you too much to keep it like friends but I did not want to screw up our friendship and…I kept it to myself...I mean, I was sure that I felt something more than friendship at that point but I wanted to be wrong…but that night my heart was screaming your name all over…
—Well…I have been aware of this feeling for you since the time you called me at 3 am bawling your eyes out because your cat passed away…I know that it sounds weird, don’t look me like that —He laughed a bit lightening the mood — But …you trusted me that much, to see you all broken because you lost someone that you loved, so vulnerable and at the same time so strong, trying to keep yourself together and laughing at some of my old jokes in my lame attempt of making you feel better — He touched your cheek caressing it with his thumb and drawing a line to your lips while looking you in the eyes —When you fell asleep in my shoulder after crying a bit more you looked so tired and sad…that night I decided that I wanted nothing more for you that seeing you happy and protect that smile because you had trusted me with it — His hand felt warm, and you were melting in it. His touch made your body dissolve, you felt so gone while listening him speak, the way his blue eyes glistening under the stars, his lips soft and a little bit plump by the kiss, and the words that came out his mouth were making your whole body soft and wobbly— I was sure that I felt something for you before that but that night I realized that I was feeling more than just a pure friendship...
—I don’t know how we are going to make this work buck…and if I’m honest I’m scared as fuck of messing this up and losing you but, want to be with you, I want to be with you when you are scared, when you have nightmares, when you sleep like a baby. I also want to take care of you Bucky…
—Doll…—He lift your chin with his fingers and looked you right in the eyes— There is nothing that I want more in this whole word than you. — And then he kissed you again, slow and softly, filled with love and warmth that went all over your body. His hands were slowly going down your back to your waist, where they stayed and pushed you closer to him. Your hands went above his shoulders and behind his neck, let you hang from it delicately, rocking yourselves slowly at the rhythm of your heartbeats.
—I think we should go inside…its getting colder and, you are really warm and a super soldier and everything, but I’m going to freeze —You grabbed his hand and interlaced your fingers with his— And…I want to cuddle with you. —You confessed blushing a little and pulling his hand a bit — So…we can watch a movie? I know that tony had some DVD’s hanging out somewhere in this house so…
—I would love that doll…but, one thing…—He pulled you closer to him from behind and whispered something in your ear — You are sleeping with me tonight.
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darlingpetao3 · 2 years
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Amends of a Ghost (Bucky Barnes x Reader)
Rating: G
Summary: Bucky manages to track you down after years to say a few long-awaited words.
A/N: This is me “exercise-writing” again. I think it’s bad lol what a sell XD
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You thought you were safe.
Or at least as safe as a person can be in New York City.
But something– someone is following you.
You refuse to turn around to verify this fact so as not to tip them off that you’re on to them. Years of S.H.I.E.L.D. training have prepared you for sneak attacks, among many other stealth-related ambushes. They’ll never know what’ll hit them.
You make a turn down a side street, thinking when this creep rounds the corner, you’ll deck them good. You wait, anticipating the moment you’ll pull back to land a punch right in their face.
Only that moment never comes.
You frown, then dare to peek around the brick wall of the building to see if you’d totally ditched the stranger. Hmm. They’re definitely not there…
A heavier-than-usual weight of a hand on your shoulder makes you jump and immediately kick into overdrive–clutching the hard hand and twisting so that you have your assailant in a lock.
“Heh… you’ve still got the fastest moves.”
Wait, that voice.
“Buck?” you ask, letting go of him in your vice grip. “When- when did you get back?”
The last time you saw Bucky Barnes feels like a lifetime ago. Back when he was practically arm-in-arm with Steve, long hair blowing in the wind and a steely expression set on his face. Okay, that description sounded more like some sort of weird fantasy. Regardless, here he was before you. Minus the Captain, a much shorter haircut, and a self-assured smirk. 
While these differences might be subtle to most, they are striking to you.
“I’ve been here for about a month or so,” he explains. “There are some people I’ve needed to track down.”
“Not to…?” you make a hand motion across your throat. Had he fallen back into his old ways? 
“No, nothing like that. Not anymore.”
“Wow, you really are a whole different man,” you joke, subtly checking him out.
“I feel like one.”
“You look good, by the way.”
“Thanks.”
“…I think this is where you say, ‘You look good, too.’”
He laughs, and scratches the back of his neck. “Yeah, you do.”
“Wait, so is this you tracking me down?”
“As a matter of fact, yes. I wanted to—“ Bucky inhales as if summoning the right words, “—apologize for what happened in the past. You know, with us specifically.”
“Oh…”
“I didn’t mean to leave, just so you know. I was one of the erased.”
“I had my suspicions, but I never knew for sure,” you admit. “It was hard not to think you were done with me when I woke up that morning, heh…”
“I really am—”
“Don’t be, Buck, seriously,” you interject. “It wasn’t your fault. You had to go save the world and obviously had no control over-” your words trail off with finger-wiggle in the air. The poor guy still looks like this apology hasn’t entirely left his system. “Come here.”
When he remains put, you scoff and step closer to him instead, wrapping your arms around his body. And even though he’s a little stiff at first, something about your familiar touch relaxes him after a moment.
“It's good to have you back, Buck,” you say with your cheek against his chest. He pulls you back slightly only to look at you more clearly.
“Here’s to new beginnings,” he promises.
You truly hope that you’re in his new beginning.
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angelmichelangelo · 1 year
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december 1st: sugar, spice and all things nice
rated g, 3.5k words
prompt: gingerbread
bucky and sam meet during a holiday bake-off competition
part one of the december fic advent 2022 series
read on ao3
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bbyboybucket · 1 year
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Christmas one shot is here!
Summary:
It was almost laughable that his own reminiscence was the enemy, and he was losing the battle.
Or:
Christmas is a particularly grueling time for Bucky.
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kokomilk-ao3 · 1 year
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Fiat Lux | Ch. 26/40
Fandom: The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV)
Relationship: James "Bucky" Barnes/Helmut Zemo
Words: 34 474 [WIP]
Chapter summary: No matter what, Bucky's not leaving Zemo.
Story summary: In the aftermath of their parting at the Sokovian Memorial, Bucky receives a letter from a certain incarcerated baron addressing a question left unanswered in Riga—is Bucky really just another super-soldier for Zemo?
Bucky mulls over Zemo's answer for a whole year before, finally, he sets in motion a plan for him to become his partner on a special HYDRA-hunting mission. As the two are forced to work together and live in close quarters without any buffers, the feelings between them bubble to the surface with a renewed vigor…
Or, Bucky and Zemo learn how to navigate their burgeoning relationship and, perhaps, take a step toward healing.
A sequel to Et In Arcadia Ego.
If you want to start this story from the beginning, here's the link to the first chapter.
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tllgrrl · 2 years
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Play Ball!!
Baseball season is in full swing, so I’m reblogging this little ficlet that was originally posted on AO3.
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SUMMARY: Bucky gets his first Dads Day present…
Rated T: For the use of one word.
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Cass and AJ ‘s Father passed away when they were really little, but as far as they’re concerned, their Dad is James “Bucky” Barnes.
Instead of celebrating “Fathers” Day, they call it “Dads” Day, and pooling their allowance and chore money together, they got the 107 year old Brooklyn-born baseball fan a boxed set of the docu-series Ken Burns’ “Baseball”. With a little help from their Mom, they also got him some swag to wear so he could rep his favorite team.
Various times while watching the series, he finds himself emotionally overwhelmed at things he’d missed, especially the Brooklyn Dodgers winning their first World Series in 1955, 11 years after he was captured by HYDRA the second time…about 80 years ago.
Sarah held his hand when he laid his head on her shoulder and quietly wept from joy and sadness watching the now-vintage film footage of the Championship celebration.
“Steve missed seeing this, too. We both…” he said softly.
“I know, baby…” she said, running her hand through his hair, comforting him, her heart almost breaking, understanding and at the same time not being able to imagine how much loss this 100+ year old man senses at any given time.
He’d also missed, among other things, Dodger legend Jackie Robinson integrating Major League Baseball, Hank Aaron breaking Babe Ruth’s long-standing home run record, the Red Sox winning a World Series after an 85 year drought, and the story of how two former New York teams that had been rivals since the late 1800s, moved to California—the New York Giants, now in San Francisco; the Brooklyn Dodgers, now in Los Angeles—and still have what is considered to be the best rivalry in baseball history.
He learns about how the two teams ended up on the West Coast, about players for both teams who would eventually end their careers being inducted into baseball’s Hall of Fame in Cooperstown, and he learns about the generations-old “Freeway Rivalry” between the fans of the two teams. Fans who, instead of crossing a bridge or taking a subway to see their teams battle, think nothing of making a 6 hr drive or an hour flight up (or down) the California coast to watch their team play against the rivals.
People in Delacroix know when Bucky is sporting the Dodger Blue baseball cap with the L.A. Dodgers logo on it, he’s not supporting the Los Angeles Dodgers.
They know that James Bucky Barnes is repping Brooklyn and the OGs, the Brooklyn Dodgers.
Some of the men at the barber shop start calling him “Brooklyn Barnes”. And he’s fine with that.
He still doesn’t fuck with the Giants, though. Even if they’re now the San Francisco Giants with several World Series Champions pennants.
Some things, they never change.
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The Giants and the Dodgers battling in the MLB Playoffs to go to the 2021 World Series was the inspiration for this ficlet.
Here’s an article from the New York Times about the San Francisco Giants & Los Angeles Dodgers rivalry, which has been referred to as “The Greatest Rivalry in Baseball”.
Lastly, there’s a gorgeous vintage baseball card treatment of Bucky Barnes and other Avengers by a wonderful artist, @petite-madame. Definitely check out the Marvel League series!
Thanks for reading!
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thief-of-eggs · 1 year
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just some sam/bucky angst and hurt/comfort ✨
word count: 3,312
summary:
Bucky winces as another flash of lightning glows outside the window, his muscles tensing as he waits for the following clap of thunder. He can’t stop the way his body jolts when he hears it, sweat dripping down his back as his heart races, snippets of an old life dancing before his eyes.
Or: Bucky finds himself alone in his and Sam’s apartment during a thunderstorm, fighting off panic and flashbacks as he waits for Sam to come home.
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fleurdelouve · 1 year
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Hi!
Is there a list of Black writers for the Sarah/Bucky Fandom?
I don’t know where or how to start looking. And it’s Black History Month so I’d like to reblog Black Fan Fic Writers whenever possible.
Thank u.
We actually haven't gotten around to making a compilation/list for much, due to this being such a small fandom. But that's a great idea, and I'd be happy to make one!!
To help us out, please reply to this post if you're a Black writer (female or male, it doesn't matter) who writes for the ship Fleur de Louve (SarahBucky). I myself am one!! ❤
If there are any replies, I'll get started making the list Saturday morning
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