#tfatws drabble

[queenashen]

I’d let him throw a tantrum anytime he wanted

[buckysslut]

Can we please get super fucked out reader and Bucky and how that all plays out? How does he act when his baby can’t think?

𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝-𝐨𝐮𝐭!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Bucky had been fucking you thoroughly for the past 2 hours and you were convinced he’d railed every last thought out of you. You were just babbling and whining into the pillow, completely fucked dumb, only able to focus on the full sensation his cock gave you. Bucky snickers tauntingly at you, pulling out to watch the way your hole gapes, stretched from hours of his cock pounding you. He looks up at you, booping your nose. “You gone all dumb, baby doll?” He murmurs, stroking your cheek. You whine, trying to hide your face. “I’d tell you to use your words but only big girls know how to use their words..” He murmurs, patting your hair condescendingly. “That’s a good girl, c’mon baby, let’s get you all cleaned up..”

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[tom-whore-dleston]

Bed Chem

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x f. reader

Word Count: 541

This fic contains: smut, pwp, fwb dynamic, spanking, lingerie, Bucky has different sides in bed, light choking, hair pulling

Summary: Being fwb with Bucky has amazing benefits.

Notes: look, after the release of the teaser trailer of Thunderbolts*, I’ve been feral for Bucky okay 🫣 I couldn’t think of a good title for this fic so I settled for my fave Sabrina Carpenter song lol This is my submission for @flashfictionfridayofficial prompt: Change in Tone.

You and Bucky had a different kind of relationship. You weren’t boyfriend and girlfriend, but you were both more than friends. For lack of a better term, you and Bucky were friends with benefits. And those benefits were the best terms you both agreed on.

Every time you had sex with Bucky, it was a different experience. Sometimes, his touches would be gentle and feather-like. Other times, his hands would be rougher and he’d grip you tighter in a possessive manner. Then, there was his voice. During his more tender moments, his voice was smooth like whiskey. On the flip side, when he was a little more aggressive with you, his voice was lower and animalistic. Bucky’s range in the bedroom taught you that sex wasn’t a performance but rather an experience. And each time you both ended speechless and satisfied.

In this current situation, you found yourself on all fours on top of Bucky’s bed wearing in a sheer lingerie one-piece. Bucky stood by the bed, admiring your backside with a smirk that you couldn’t see from your position, but could still sense. Bucky wore a crisp white shirt with the buttons done enough to get a peek of his chest hair and sculpted pecs. If you had seen how his sleeves were rolled enough to reveal his forearms, you would have melted into the bed sheets without him having to touch you.

You feel the bed creak under your hands and knees and suddenly Bucky’s bulge is right against your thigh. His fingers ghost above your spine, sending chills down to your cunt. Your breath hitched as you craved to feel his fingers down where your sensations were traveling to. All of a sudden, a hand crashes down on your ass, causing you to yelp in shock. Bucky chuckled, soothing the sting with his palm.

“Tell me what you want, darling, and I’ll give you that.” Bucky muttered, his lips dangerously close to your earlobe, his favorite part to tease.

“I want…you,” you gasped. Unfortunately, that wasn’t enough for Bucky.

“How do you want it?” His vibranium hand sensually traces the curves of your body. “Do you want it soft and sweet?” He places a kiss on the back of your shoulder, causing you to smile and bite your lip. A moment later, that same hand yanks you by the hair, pressing your back flat against his chest. “Or would you like it hard and rough?”

You were unable to conjure words. Only a broken moan left your vocal cords. Bucky’s flesh hand cupped your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. You gulped before Bucky smashed his lips against yours with fervor. His grip on your hair tightened as his teeth grazed your bottom lip. He let go of you once you attempted to grind against his hardness.

Bucky pushed you back down on the bed, your face in the pillow and your ass waving in the air. He unleashed a feral growl as he hurriedly unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants down. The tip of his cock teased your entrance, making your voice drip with need like your pussy.

“I’ll give you what you want, darling, but I’ll give it to you how I want it.”

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[saikiflm]

sambucky’s first encounter is very important to me because i can just imagine how flustered and embarrassed bucky gets whenever sam reminisces on the meeting.

When the kids ask the couple how they first met, Sam was already beaming to tell the story. Bucky knows that it’s one of Sam’s favorite story to tell but for him, as much as he’s thankful to whatever power above introduced him to this beautiful man he now calls his husband, he loathes this story. Only because of how much Sam likes to exaggerate the encounter and add in new details that surely wasn’t there last time and not because of how flustered and shy he gets when Sam describes how “badass” and “good looking” he was ripping that steering wheel from it’s hinges.

But when Bucky sees how soft Sam’s eyes get and how giddy and light his voice is—he falls in love all over again and wouldn’t wish to meet Sam any other way. So, with a small groan and a grin on his face he’s ready to hear whatever new detail and bask in his husband’s light that radiates off his skin as Sam tells the story of how they first met.

[th30ra3k3n]

“sometimes you think that you want to disappear

but all you really want is to be found.”

(anonymous)

[starsoverbrooklyn]

just the headline, doll: rain-soaked and hiding under the same umbrella. (#5/30) starring... TFATWS(but-everyone's-alive)!Bucky Barnes x f!waitress!Reader storm ahead, sweetheart: n/a, really. mutual pining but from bucky's pov. light and fluffy. like one/two cursewords(?) inked just for you: 776 a word from yours truly: your HONOR, this is TREASON! I did not submit this late--I hit 'Post' at 11:59p.m., then my internet FROZE for 19-21 minutes! ...true story but don't ask for receipts. Don't know where this one came from b/c I was literally just staring at my empty notes screen for a good hour. hope you enjoy! ♡⋆｡°✩ -rrinnie

Hot cakes. Warm, gooey egg yolk. You. Bucky is a man of simple pleasures, and his new favorite diner isn’t an exception—it defines them. Even without the first two, it’s your warm, inviting presence that brings him back at every chance. 

He watches you interact with customers, leaning in close, attentive and nodding along, a smile so radiant  it put sun-kissed cheeks to shame. He makes sure to shift his eyes every so often, scan the diner, let his gaze follow the cars outside—but like clockwork, it always lands back on you. 

And when it was time for you to leave, he knew. You’d float by your tables, carrying the delicate breeze of your perfume with you, your tone worn low and sweet, like the weight of the day had settled in your throat, making your voice dripped with milk and honey.

“How we doing, handsome?”

He blinked. Twice. Once to reboot, and the other to find his voice. He clears his throat, the heat rushing to his face like you’d given him a fever only you could cure. The corners of his mouth twitch—shy, uncertain. 

“Don’t think he’s ever had a complaint with you around.” God—damnit, Yori. 

You place a hand on Bucky’s shoulder, an anchor for your soft laughter, but a glimpse of what it’s like to float through air without gravity being a fickle bitch.

“Was actually asking you, Mr. Nakajima.” You wink at Bucky, letting him in on a bit of lighthearted banter like a gauze for his bleeding embarrassment. 

He misses the way your touch lingers, like you’re trying to forge a bond—fill him with just enough warmth to ensure he’ll come back.

“Can I get you gentlemen anything else before I go?”

Yori’s surprisingly quick to stand for a man his age. He shakes his head and waves a hand to you. “No, thanks! See you next time.”

Bucky’s eyes widen, amusement flickering in the blue rings around his pupils at his friend’s abrupt departure. His brow lines smooth out, lips twitching in silent apology. “Thanks, sweetheart. It’s always great to see you.”

Physics. It’d been a while and a dozen brain wipes ago since he’d been in school—but Tony’s pet spider had a habit of dropping annoyingly elementary tidbits of information he was convinced were fried out of Bucky’s brain. One he didn’t expect to need reminding of: Newton’s third law. 

You were the sun through Brooklyn’s clouds, but the rain that clattered heavy on his leather jacket—cold and unrelenting—was the universe’s equal and opposite reaction. 

He’d seen Yori home okay, grateful the diner was just up the block—though, it’s not like the older—well, technically younger—man cared to venture much further.

Rain didn’t gently scratch—but dug its claws into the back of his brain. The sensation of absence on his left side hollowed him out—like the heat in his veins turned to slush, its sole purpose to flood him with ice. The rain was the only thing that shudders The Winter Soldier.

“Taxi!”

Your voice is urgent, laced with the tiniest tremble. But he doesn’t miss it, even in the roll of thunder that cracks through the sky like a Wakandan jet. 

“James?” You call out, the familiarity like gloves to his hands, even with the shiver rattling your frame. Jesus, he can hear your teeth chattering from across the street. 

“Hi!” he calls back. It’s lame—too eager—but it doesn’t deter you. Or maybe you couldn’t hear it over the storm. You step off the sidewalk in pursuit of him, but he throws his hands up in front of his chest in protest, eyes widening slightly, heart racing with premature horror

“No! Stay there!” 

In half an instant—after a quick scan of the street, he’s sharing pavement with you. His steps slow a good distance away and you scoff—soft, non-condescending—at his density. Like a needle tightening a stitch, you close the space between the two of you, lifting your arm a little higher to welcome him under your umbrella, speckled with hearts in your favorite color. 

Your free hand settles on his arm, and it fills him—with fire. The reminder he’s warm-blooded. Human. Feeling. 

“Hi there.” 

You say with the softness of someone coaxing a deer from hiding—not to feed it, not to chase it—but just to see it up close. To let it know it’s safe.

Despite your admirable preparedness, your hair clings to the frame of your face. Water still rolls down your lashes. The tip of your nose is already catching roses. 

Still, you’re the very picture of the sun.

“Let’s get back inside,” you murmur. “I’ll get you a slice of warm apple pie.”

[bucky-barnes-diaries]

Bucky Barnes Drabbles

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Fluff || 💚

Smut || 🐍

Angst || 🌿

Dark || 🪴

Trigger warning || 👒

Fics over 1K notes || ⭐️

Fics over 2K notes || 🌟

Fics over 4K notes || 💫

• Nights & Mornings TFATWS!Bucky (💚🐍) ⭐️

↳ Summary: How you and Bucky go to sleep and how you and him wake up.

• Nightmare (💚🌿)

↳ Summary: Bucky comforts you after a night terror.

• Sleepless Nights (💚)

↳ Summary: Bucky comforts you when you can’t sleep.

• Cuddle Emergency (💚)

↳ Summary: You’re in some desperate need for cuddles from Bucky.

• Bucky buys you tampons (💚)

↳ Summary: Bucky has no shame in buying you what you need.

• A Piece Of Her (🌿👒)

↳ Summary: Bucky loses an important thing of yours after your death.

• Alpine (💚)

↳ Summary: You adopt a cat that Bucky isn’t so very fond of to begin with…

• His Love & Comfort (💚🌿)

↳ Summary: You comfort Bucky after a nightmare.

• Rainy Mood (💚)

↳ Summary: What better to do on a rainy day than lie in bed with your husband and cat all snuggled up.

• Prompt Event (Drabble) #1 (💚) ⭐️

↳ Summary: Bucky giving Y/N a kiss before going to work and they are still in bed.

• Prompt Event (Drabble) #2 (💚)

↳ Summary: Bucky and Y/N walking through town, holding hands while it snows.

• Prompt Event (Drabble) #3 (💚🐍) ⭐️

↳ Summary: Bucky: “No need to fantasize when the real thing is right in front of you.”

• You Don’t Care If They Can Hear (🐍) ⭐️

↳ Summary: You and Bucky don’t seem to care that people can hear you fucking at a party.

• Ghost From The Past (💚🌿)

↳ Summary: A ghost from the past comes back to haunt your beautiful and peaceful life.

• Prompt Event (Drabble) #4 (🐍) 💫

↳ Summary: Y/N is someone who never swears. Never. Until Bucky is inside her, thrusting with reckless abandon, and taking great pride in the fact that he can reduce Y/N to this disheveled, lustful state, unable to say anything but his name and swearing from how good it is.

• Prompt Event (Drabble) #5 (🐍) ⭐️

↳ Summary: Bucky and Y/N are on a motorcycle together. The constant movement and touching is getting them kind of excited...

• Dirty Talk (🐍) ⭐️

↳ Summary: Day 2 of Kinktober 2022.

• Farmers Market (💚)

↳ Summary: Day 6 of Flufftober 2022.

• Preparations (💚)

↳ Summary: Day 9 of Flufftober 2022.

• Warm Cuddles (💚)

↳ Summary: Day 12 of Flufftober 2022.

• Haunted House (💚🌿)

↳ Summary: Day 25 of Flufftober 2022.

• Prompt Event (Drabble) #6 (💚)

↳ Summary: Reader is reading a book and is talking about how they ship two of the characters together because of [insert cute reason here], and then Bucky says “that sounds like you and me right there.”

• Prompt Event (Drabble) #7 (💚) 🌟

↳ Summary: Bucky is about to leave for a mission. Reader asks him if he’s forgotten anything, and Bucky gives her a kiss. Reader becomes slightly shy and opens her hand to reveal Bucky’s wallet, saying “I meant this, but thank you.”

• Prompt Event (Drabble) #8 (💚🌿)

↳ Summary: Bucky and Reader getting sick at the same time.

• Prompt Event (Drabble) #9 (💚)

↳ Summary: Bucky and Reader getting lost in IKEA.

• Christmas Tree Farm (💚)

↳ Summary: Day 3 of Advent Calendar 2023.

• Christmas Decorations (💚)

↳ Summary: Day 4 of Advent Calendar 2023.

• Cozy Morning (💚)

↳ Summary: Day 5 of Advent Calendar 2023.

• Christmas Goodies (💚)

↳ Summary: Day 6 of Advent Calendar 2023.

• Christmas Drinks (💚)

↳ Summary: Day 7 of Advent Calendar 2023.

• Under The Mistletoe (💚)

↳ Summary: Day 10 of Advent Calendar 2023.

• Cozy Night (💚)

↳ Summary: Day 11 of Advent Calendar 2023.

• Coffee Shop (💚)

↳ Summary: Day 12 of Advent Calendar 2023.

• Christmas Market (💚)

↳ Summary: Day 13 of Advent Calendar 2023.

• Santa (💚)

↳ Summary: Day 14 of Advent Calendar 2023.

• That Walk (🐍) ⭐️

↳ Summary: That walk. That goddamn walk of his that’s laced with sex and confidence. Fuck, you can’t get enough of it.

[seanom1lk]

Marvel Headcanons Bc I can and I WILL

Natasha and Luna will make bets about fucking anything, but specifically Bucky and Sam. If Natasha and Luna know they're going to be around each other and they'll be there for it, they're making all sorts of bets.

Gwen tries to help on spring cleaning but ends up scaring the shit out of Alpine most times, so Bucky ends up exiling her.

Bucky doesn't actually mind, so most times he secretly lets her help by giving her little mini tasks.

Every time Sam and Bucky are back in Sam's home town, (they visit often), Sarah lets AJ and Cass hang out with them, and it turns out Bucky is actually really good with kids/teens.

It's mostly because AJ and Cass beg to let Sarah bring them over to wherever they are staying.

Alpine hates almost everyone except Sam, because he's gotten used to him, and Clint. Bucky has no idea why, but Alpine just likes Clint.

Every time the gang (Sam, Bucky, Natasha and Luna + Torres; +Clint/Mantis) gets together in a car, they're arguing over who gets to play their music.

At some point, Sam got so fed up with it he just started letting Bucky play his music first no matter how much Natasha or Luna groaned and whined.

Bucky is really sensitive to aggressive noise, so he normally can't stand rock music or similar music.

Because of that, he actually really prefers artists like Billie Eillish and VERY VERY specific Taylor Swift songs, and god, does he love Nightcord at 25 songs.

When Gwen comes over, she has a tendency to play My Little Pony songs on loop, especially the bangers like You'll Play Your Part & The Pony I Want To Be.

Contrary to what Bucky has told Sam and Gwen, he actually rather enjoys when she plays the songs.

anyways thats it for now<3333 i have so many more so...

[heartswarm-void]

“Well, that happened,” Bucky chuckles, masking his inner turmoil and pressure. He finds it funny. Because he’s everything that’s wrong in his life. He’s broken and miserable. And that’s funny.

Sam had been quietly listening throughout, his eyes soft and kind.

“You’ve been through so much. You’ve fought for so long,” Sam says, blinking back tears. “Let me carry the burden with you. You’re not alone, Buck. Not anymore.” Sam offers his left hand.

But for Bucky, Sam’s offering so much more.

Bucky’s eyes brim with decades of unshed tears. And he weeps.

He extends his hand, metal touching flesh.

[jbarneswilson]

title: the phantom weight

rating: not rated

characters: sam wilson and bucky barnes

summary: It’s easy, during the day, to push aside all those who have been lost on his watch. But the night is a different story entirely.

read it here

[violetmuses]

On Your Mind - Bucky Barnes

TITLE: “On Your Mind” || Bucky Barnes 

FANDOM: Marvel - The Falcon and The Winter Soldier 

CHARACTER: James “Bucky” Barnes 

MAIN PAIRING: James “Bucky” Barnes + Female Reader 

MAIN STORYLINE: You catch Bucky’s eye…. 

Author’s Note: Hey! Feedback would be greatly appreciated and thanks so much for reading my work as always. - V.  💜

Main Masterlist

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2024

It’s too early for Bucky to visit Delacroix again, but sunlight reminds him of the small fishing town in Louisiana. 

Instead, he’s kept these New York windows open now, trying to remember good times with Sam’s family. With therapy over, there’s not much else to do, especially since he retired from service. 

For the millionth time, he walks to the nearest coffee shop out of boredom, opening that front door with his bare right hand and walking inside.  

Folks here still assume that his leftward metal arm is just some highly-advanced prosthetic gifted from the military. 

He orders black coffee and corners by a window seat, just people-watching. Beyond the glass window, pedestrians move up or down the sidewalk. Personal cars or taxi cabs honk horns. Blasting music plays in all directions, echoing time and again. 

Out of nowhere, the door jingles, signaling another customer. Bucky continues sipping the coffee and doesn’t care much until he glances across this space, quietly seeing you. 

He can’t exactly see your face as you stand in line to order a beverage, but your laughter catches his attention almost immediately. 

You sound joyful and light, chatting with the barista like a good friend rather than one stranger behind that cash register. 

“Thanks.” You settle down those chuckles and head towards one of the last empty tables found here. 

Now, You’re close to Bucky without entirely invading his own space. At least you’re kind enough not to bother other people. 

You’re so pretty. Buck thinks to himself. 

You enjoy your beverage alone, but take out one paperback novel that he’s never heard of before. The cover reminds him of Crime Fiction though and its image vaguely shows a federal building. 

“Excuse me?” Bucky finally stands from his window seat and walks towards your space once you’ve set down the beverage. 

You look up, almost immediately recognizing him. Everyone remembers what happened not long ago, especially considering how Flash Smashers perished. 

“Sergeant Barnes? Hello.” You greet him out of respect and put your book down. 

“Please call me Bucky.” Barnes tells you, appreciating the rank, but still not wanting that reminder of his past. 

“Bucky.” You make the correction and also introduce yourself. There’s no other choice right now. 

“Hi. Is this seat taken?” Bucky tries to calm down his own nerves around you, recalling the day he met Sarah, Sam’s determined and gorgeous sister, not long ago. 

“Go ahead.” You offer, watching as Bucky sits down across from you and settles in with his own coffee. 

“New in town?” He asks, smiling towards you. 

“No, but it’s a long story.” You say. 

“The world already knows mine, what about yours?’ Bucky turns as a joke and faces one imaginary watch. 

“Very funny.” You play right back. 

____________

By the time you both leave that coffee shop, Bucky is laughing. Genuinely laughing for the first time in decades. You’ve found this park bench and sit beside him, continuing a light-hearted conversation. 

“You still don’t know what Netflix is?” Your jaw drops and another giggle fit starts without fail. 

“Yes. I haven’t had enough time to watch anything, though.” Bucky defends himself. 

“Just pick something.” You suggest. “That’s how it all works.” 

Moments before Bucky can respond, your phone buzzes. 

“Shit! Sorry, but I gotta go.” You look downward and furrow your brow. It’s your family, planning a backyard barbeque. 

“Everything okay?” Bucky asks, genuinely concerned as you face each other. 

“Yeah. Family plans.” You lift your cell phone and smile to reassure him. 

“Oh! It was nice meeting you. Have a good one.” Bucky calls out. 

“You too! See you around, Buck.” You gather belongings and nearly run away, but glance over one shoulder to acknowledge him.  

His heart both drops and races as you vanish from the park. 

[queenashen]

Fear him…

[buckysslut]

idk if u fw it u can ignore this if u don’t, but mommy kink bucky 😵‍💫😵‍💫 GOD he’d be such a good boy for you any day, he’d nuzzle into your tits and grope them mumuring the name. he’d have fantasies of sucking your tits while you jerk him off

𝐦𝐚𝐦𝐚 [𝐩𝐭. 𝟐]

"Fuck, Mama, love these tits.." He murmurs, pressing his entire body weight on top of you. He was sloppily making out with your tits, lips wrapped around your bud and the other being tended to by his fingers. He lazily drags his tongue around it, swirling his tongue around it before sucking again. "Could fuckin' stay like this all day, Mama.." He mumbles, taking your nipple between his teeth and tugging on them. You moan breathily, head falling back against the sheets. "Get your cock out, baby.. Let Mama jerk your cock.. bein' such a good boy for me.." You say breathlessly, lip caught between your teeth as you lose yourself in the pleasure. He obeys immediately, switching to take your other nipple in his mouth as his hand fumbles to pull his cock out of the grey sweatpants he was wearing. He pulls it out and practically goes slack when your hand wraps around his girth, lazily stroking it. "Holy fuckin' shit, Mommy.." He whines, nuzzling his face into your boobs as he feels your soft hands tugging his dick. "Such a good boy, aren't you, sweetheart?" You coo teasingly, feeling the way his cock twitches in your hand when you praise him. "So pathetic.." You mumble, hand twisting at the pink tip of dick (which was already leaking), "But such a good boy.. go on baby.. keep loving on Mama's tits.. try not to cum so quick this time, huh?"

[pt. 1]

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[babygirl-diaz]

Baby Riley

((Imagine Bucky carrying little Riley around like Peter B. Parker did with his daughter))

Bucky loved bringing 4-month-old Riley to the Avengers campus and letting everyone play with her. He strapped her to his chest in a baby carrier, slung her baby bag on one side, and headed to the campus where Sam hung out with his Avenger buddies. "I don't hang out with them, Bucky. I work with them," Sam claimed but Bucky didn't care. They were his friends, so they hung out together.

When Bucky arrived today, the Avengers were in the meeting room. From what J.A.N.I.C.E, the A.I. told Bucky, they were currently having a debriefing session with Sam leading it. Bucky snuck into the room to watch Sam speak. Riley was fast asleep against his chest and he sat down beside Scott and Hope. Their faces lit up when they saw them. "Riley, hey," Scott immediately said in a hushed voice.

"She is growing up so fast," Hope said gently stroking her back.

"You just saw her last week," Bucky pointed out.

"Yeah and she has grown since then," Hope huffed but then smiled at Riley.

They were suddenly garnering more attention from others on the team.

"Rileyyyyy...." Kate said excitedly as she came running over to them and sat down on the floor in front of Bucky. "Look at her little feeties, oh my god," she added pointing at Riley's feet that were hanging out of the carrier.

"Is she asleep?" Torres asked sadly. The kid had self-appointed himself Uncle Torres to Riley.

"Yeah, she-" As soon as Bucky was about to finish his sentence a sharp cry rang through the room.

The whole room broke out into a myriad of noises as everyone tried telling him what to do. All at once. Overwhelming Bucky and making him put a protective arm around his daughter.

"QUIET!" Sam's voice boomed through the room.

Everyone obliged and shut up at once, much to Bucky's relief.

Sam made his way over to the back of the room, walking with purpose, and his lips pressed together in a thin line. He looked like a man on a mission dressed in his Captain America suit.

"Oh shit," Scott whispered beside him. "Good luck, Barnes."

"Shut up," Hope chastised him.

Bucky readied himself to get yelled at. Sam has told him in the past not to bring Riley to the meetings. Riley, on her part, was still crying, and Bucky gently rocked her to quiet her down.

Sam came to a stop in front of him and Bucky looked up at him. Sam let out a soft sigh and stuck out his arms. "Give her to me," he said.

Taken aback by that, Bucky just stared at him.

"Buck," Sam's voice broke him out of his thoughts. He immediately took Riley out of the carrier and carefully handed her to Sam.

Sam took the 4-month-old in the crook of his elbow. "Shhh.... It's okay, baby girl," he gently said to her. "Papa's got you."

Bucky's heart melted as he saw the two interact. Yeah, he sees it every day at home but he still hasn't got used to it.

Sam then started to hum to her. It sounded an awful lot like "Stand By Me." He gently rocked her as he moved around humming and then softly singing to her.

There were a few "aww's" from the Avengers but soon Riley's cries subsided and the room filled with her laughter.

Everyone broke out into cheers before Sam turned around and proudly smiled at them.

Bucky got up from the bench and went over to his husband kissing him gently. "My hero," he said before clicking his tongue. "Nope, our hero," he said hugging his family close.

[saikiflm]

My favorite part about sambucky is how unsaid everything is, those stares, brief moment of contact between them, those toothy grins whenever one of them makes an A1 comeback. It’s all airy, light, something they can sit in forever and never get tired of.

Yet god forbid one of them even has the thought of trying to contextualize it—scared that if they say it out loud everything will fall apart. All those moments read wrong because they both can’t commit to their obvious desires, desires that feel so far out of reach ever since their respective tragedies. But the heart wants what the heart wants and theres no way neither of them can will themselves to back away or put some type of distance between each other because fuck—that lingering touch, those stares, those smiles its all too much but so little it craves them wanting more, way more than they allow themselves on a good day.

It’s ironic that they both aren’t the type to dwell on feelings especially one that makes them this restless. So really, it’s only a matter of time before they feel as if in that moment tomorrow won’t exist when things are left unsaid.

[th30ra3k3n]

“it’s beautiful.”

“yeah, it is.”