#sambucky x reader

[the-red-henley]

[one random afternoon]

Y/n: *mindlessly staring at the wall* I want you to choke me...

Bucky: ...

Bucky: I didn't know you were into that...

Y/n: no... Everyone knows I have a thing for suicide...

[orellazalonia]

Group Therapy

Summary: Tony forces you, Bucky, and Sam into a mandatory group therapy session meant to improve communication, but it quickly devolves into passive-aggressive chaos, exaggerated breathing, and glitter-based threats. (Bucky Barnes x reader x Sam Wilson)

Word Count: 1.3k+

A/N: Lots of dialogue. Loosely inspired by the boy’s bickering during that one therapy session. Also lowkey nervous to post a different ship than stucky or just Bucky. Anyways, Happy reading!

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You should’ve known something was off the second you saw Tony Stark’s name on the file labeled “Avengers Personnel Wellness Initiative.” It was slipped into your inbox with a cheery little note scribbled in red ink:

“Mandatory. I’d make it optional, but let’s be honest. Some of you are one more sarcastic quip away from homicide. See you Thursday, - T”

You’d barely finished reading when Sam popped his head in your room, looking smug and holding up the same file. “You get the invite to Avengers Couple Counseling Hour too?”

You narrowed your eyes. “It’s not couples counseling.”

“It is if you’re dating us,” Bucky added flatly from the hallway, already walking away like this wasn’t his problem to solve.

You groaned.

And that’s how you ended up here, sitting in a perfectly neutral gray room with soothing paintings of trees and lakes, heading the stiff chair that squeaked every time Sam shifted his weight. The therapist, Dr. Halliday, looked terrified but determined. Her notebook was already open, pen ready to scribble down trauma and ego in neat bullet points. Bucky had already made a comment under his breath about the notebook.

She smiled too wide and greeted the room like it didn’t hold two supersoldiers and someone who once watched one of them chase the other with a hot pan for drinking the last of the coffee.

“So, I understand you’re here for emotional synchronization and group cohesion?”

Bucky blinked. “We’re here because Tony wants to bully us.” Sam scoffed. “He’s just mad because he had to fill out a feelings worksheet.” “I didn’t fill it out.” “You drew a middle finger on it.”

Meanwhile, you slowly leaned back in your chair, already regretting every life decision that led you to this moment.

The therapist cleared her throat. “How about we start with a simple question. What’s one thing you admire about each other?”

There was a long silence. Bucky folded his arms. Sam raised an eyebrow. You offered a small shrug.

“I mean… Bucky’s good with knives,” You offered.

Dr. Halliday smiled, a hint of nervousness seeping through. “That’s… specific. And Sam?”

You hesitated. “He has a great smile.”

Sam immediately grinned and nudged Bucky. “Did you hear that? Great smile. Can your war journals do that?”

Bucky glared. “Say smile one more time and I’m throwing yours into orbit.”

You sighed.

Then it was Bucky’s turn. The therapist asked him to share something positive about you and Sam. He stared at the ceiling like he was begging the universe to open up and consume him whole. Finally, he muttered, “You both talk too much, but you make the world less awful. Sometimes.”

“That was almost sweet,” You said.

Sam leaned back with a smug smirk. “Bet that hurt to say, huh?”

“I hated every syllable.”

“Okay!” The therapist said, chipper but clearly dying inside. “Let’s shift to—uh—conflict resolution styles! What do you usually do when you’re upset with each other?”

“I jump out the window,” Bucky said flatly. “I put hot sauce in his coffee,” Sam added with zero shame. You blinked. “You what—”

“I know,” Bucky said, gesturing toward you. “She takes deep breaths and then threatens us in passive-aggressive Post-It notes. It’s terrifying.”

“I only do that when you two make me the middle spoon and fall asleep on me.”

“It's called protection,” Bucky muttered.

“It's called heat stroke,” You shot back.

The therapist’s pen hovered, unsure whether to write or cry.

You’d made it thirty minutes in.

Dr. Halliday put down her pen. “Let’s…try a grounding exercise.”

Bucky leaned toward Sam. “That sounds fake.”

Sam whispered back, “Bet it involves breathing.”

Dr. Halliday reached under her desk, pulled out a small glass jar labeled “lavender-mint serenity,” and lit it with the kind of intensity usually reserved for summoning spirits.

“This is a grounding exercise,” She said, placing the candle on the coffee table like it was the solution to world peace. “Focus on your breathing. In for four seconds… hold for four… out for four…”

You tried. You really tried. But next to you, Sam was making exaggerated whooshing sounds with every exhale.

“Innnnn… oooouuuuut… like that, right?”

Dr. Halliday gave him a pained smile while Bucky wasn’t even pretending. He stared at the candle like he wanted to throw it at someone.

You peeked at him through the corner of your eye. “Just breathe, Buck.”

“I don’t need a candle to inhale oxygen,” He hissed.

Sam raised an eyebrow. “He gets like this when you take away his combat knife. It’s part of his routine.”

“It’s grounding,” Bucky shot back. “My way just involves punching something.”

“I can print out a photo of Tony for you to hit later,” You offered. Bucky actually looked tempted.

Dr. Halliday scribbled something down. Probably: Patient shows aggression toward candles, sarcasm, and emotional openness.

She then looked up and smiled, tightly. “Let’s try something else. A communication-building exercise.”

“Define communication,” Sam muttered.

“Each of you will take turns expressing a frustration using I feel statements,” She explained gently. “Without blame.”

You, Sam, and Bucky exchanged a slow, dreadful look.

“I’ll start,” Dr. Halliday said, either to model the behavior or remind herself she was still in control. “I feel overwhelmed when sessions go off-track, because I want to help, but I need everyone’s cooperation.”

You nodded. “Fair.”

Sam crossed his arms, clearly enjoying this more than he should. “Okay, my turn. I feel deeply annoyed when Bucky eats the last protein bar and then blames it on gravity.”

You turned to Bucky. “You blamed gravity?” “The box fell over. They rolled. I didn’t plan it.”

Sam leaned forward. “You looked me in the eye and said, ‘Fate chose me.’”

“Okay,” Dr. Halliday cut in quickly, “Remember, no blame-“

“I feel,” Bucky interrupted flatly, “That Sam is a smug, winged menace who chews with his mouth open and makes my eye twitch.”

“That’s not a feeling,” The therapist said weakly.

“I feel violated when I find feathers in the dryer.”

Sam gasped. “That’s just racist.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose. “Okay. I feel like I’m babysitting two adult toddlers who also happen to be capable of mass destruction.”

“That’s fair,” Dr. Halliday muttered under her breath, then cleared her throat. “Let’s shift to nonverbal communication.”

“Oh boy,” Sam whispered.

She handed you each a blank piece of paper and a marker. “I want you to draw how you see your dynamic. No words. Just visuals.”

Sam immediately started sketching a stick figure version of himself with a halo, Bucky with angry eyebrows, and you in the middle with a giant coffee cup and stress lines. Bucky took a full minute before drawing a broken clock, a knife, and a cartoon bird exploding. You just drew a couch… sinking into lava.

You all held up your art like traumatized third-graders at a very intense PTA meeting. Dr. Halliday stared at them in silence. Then she gently folded her notebook closed.

“Well,” She said after a long pause. “That was… illuminating.”

“Can we go?” Bucky asked.

“Is there a points system for good behavior?” Sam added.

You just raised your hand and said, “Do I get a sticker or something for not screaming?”

Dr. Halliday let out a tired sigh. “You get a gold star and a recommendation for individual therapy.”

Sam and Bucky both turned to you.

“Oh look,” Sam grinned, “You’re finally the favorite.”

“Better be laminated,” You mumbled.

You all filed out of the room in silence, the scent of lavender and mint clinging to your clothes like shame.

Outside the door, Bucky turned to Sam. “Next time you put hot sauce in my coffee, I’m putting glitter in your wings.”

Sam snorted. “Joke’s on you, I like glitter.”

You walked ahead of them and muttered, “I will duct tape your mouths shut next week.”

And somehow, that was the most productive session you’d ever had.

[buckysghost]

you really think steve rogers “im not gonna stop until all of hydra is dead or captured” after bucky’s fall went back in time to slow dance and live like a old man while bucky was having his brains scrambled?

[kinamiiii]

Drabble 🩷💜💙

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Pair: Bucky x F!Reader; Bucky x Steve/Bucky x Sam

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, bi bucky, pegging, sub bottom bucky, threesome, soft dom reader;steve/sam, oral (m + f receiving), spit as lube, unprotected anal sex, voyeurism, creampie.

a/n: happy pride month to you peaches!! 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈 oh and to note, Steve is bi too and Sam is pansexual (only cuz I like to see him that way :3) and you can chose either steve or sam when you read this to suite your preference!

image by barnesonfilm

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In honor of pride month, would it really be so crazy to think about Bucky getting pegged by you, his girlfriend, with a strap on through some wicked backshots.

And as you’d pound into his tight hole silly, having his soft plump ass bounce on your pelvis, and pull at his short, brunette hair from behind, you would whisper and tease into his ear about how much he’d think that your thick, pink silicone cock was either Steve’s/Sam’s. About how much he’d want to feel a more raw cock spoiling and filling his insides with cum.

You had already known he was bisexual, and about his big crush on Steve/Sam but had been too shy to act on his feelings towards them, so you offered to let him use you until he had found his courage to confess, with you by his side of course for support.

And eventually, when he does finally tell them his feelings, they were more than happy to indulge their favorite cyborg in his fantasies.

Bucky’s mind would turn into complete mush once you and Steve/Sam had your hands on him all at once.

With you’re fully sat on his face, grinding your soaking mound onto his eager tongue and nose, all whilst he’s laid down with Steve/Sam between his legs, sucking his cock down to its hilt. He would think he’s in a dreamland with the amount of pleasure he had been getting, especially from the people that he loved.

His whiny moans muffled between your thighs as they squished the sides of his head. That combined with the sensation of Steve’s/Sam’s hollow cheeks being stuffed with his veiny dick.

And after you cumming in his mouth, letting him taste your sweet juices, you’d climb down from his face, cupping it in your hands and plant a deep kiss while he whimpered in your mouth.

Steve/Sam would pull Bucky’s cock from their mouth and position their hips between his legs, using their fingers to tease and prod at his puckered hole before spitting at it to get it wet.

“H-haah…fuck!” He’d gasp as he felt the glob of saliva between his round cheeks.

You’d soon sit next to Steve/Sam, relishing in the sight of them lining their cock to Bucky’s hole, as it slowly penetrated your boyfriend.

And with that, Bucky would be a moaning mess, back arched as he took Steve/Sam all the way to the base, and their balls hitting against him, creating the lewdest sounds of smacking skin. His vibranium fingers along with flesh ones would claw at the bed sheets beneath whilst his legs wrapped around Steve’s/Sam’s waist, with his heels digging into their ass.

“Is this everything you’ve hoped for, baby? Is his cock making you feel good?” You asked Bucky with hooded eyes and a wide grin, looking at his blissed out, reddened face. He nodded frantically with eyes shut tight and more of his moans escaping his lips, unable to form the proper words for you.

His prostate being tapped repeatedly, causing him to clamp down on the wide dick inside him. And without fail, he’d cum all over his own stomach making a mess as Steve/Sam filled him up with their own thick seed.

Bucky would lay weak, quaking in the bed and panting profusely as the dick that stuffed him full pulled out, leaving him leaking from his gaping hole with warm cum.

You’d go back up to him, holding his face gently as you cooed and peppered all over it with light kisses.

“Hey there, big guy. You did so well and looked so adorable taking something that intense. Just like the good boy I knew you were~”

[eclipsedechoesofmywords]

I have a feeling bisexuality is going to be much easier to explain to Bucky than polyamory.

You tell him bout bisexuals and he's like "Okay that makes sense for me yeah." But polyamory?

Just-

Him walking up to you and admitting he has feelings for Sam too and he feels so just awful about it and he tries to tell you quickly that 'But I love you and I would never—'

And then you go, "I do too! Oh, do you think if we asked him he would date both of us...?"

And his poor mind just explodes.

[caxapthecat]

if u got depression u know the amount of effort it took for him to do those dishes

[thunderboltsautisticbullshit]

࣪ ִֶָ☾. Snuggles and kisses .ᐟ ⋆˚࿔

⤷ a sambucky x gn!reader fluffy post

─── .✦ thunderboltsautisticbullshit ּ ֶָ֢.

I have been lamenting about the summer heat, yes i am using this as a fluffy outlet. I cannot get the Thunderbolts or SamBucky off my mind. Your honour they're literally married, they're kissing IN the courtroom!

.ᐟ Reader is described as sleeping shirtless, but that doesn't mean they're male. If you have problems with this as a female reader, sorry. Also not proofread.

.ᐟ also apologies if the writing isn't top-tier, this is the first proper fic ive written since quitting c.ai.

─── .✦ my writing is not for ai, do not take it. ּ ֶָ֢.

The night was always a comfortable, warm tangle of limbs slung all over the place. Someone's leg is always hanging off, the duvet is either all over you three or it's barely there. Not like you mind, it's the last thing in your mind when you've got Sam and Bucky either side of you. The rotation is always different, but it doesn't matter who's in the middle. All that matters is that you're all warm, and the casual affection that comes with your love is even warmer.

Cold night air drifts in from the open window, the curtains wide open and a fan in the corner of the room going at max speed. It wasn't all that distracting, if you could sleep through Sam snoring you could sleep through pretty much anything. It was refreshing, in fact. The warm summer heat combined with three shirtless people snuggling in bed under a duvet? Really not ideal. Which is why you'd opted to a sheet as a blanket, and started calling cold showers a pleasure. It was that bad.

The popcorn ceiling somehow always stole your attention on nights when you just couldn't fall asleep. Insomnia, anxiety, or just how hot it was. But the sun would sooner burn out before either of your husbands would let you go, even in summer. Especially in the winter. Sam's face was tucked against your chest, arms wrapped around your middle with a leg hung over yours. Snoring blissfully, probably having the best damn sleep of his life. Bucky's breathing was warm against your skin, his face pressed into your neck, his right arm reaching over your stomach with his hand rested on Sam's shoulder. The cool metal of his left arm was underneath your back, fingers splayed out just barely across your waist and keeping you close. Yeah, you weren't going anywhere.

A soft, content sigh left your lips. Leaning your head back against Bucky's, feeling him stir in his sleep and hold you just a little tighter, gripping Sam's shoulder a bit more. Unintentionally causing the other man to stir as well. That's great. It felt like having a cat sleep on you, and having to tiptoe gymnastic out of bed so it won't wake up and run away. Sleep was hard, your brain felt frayed around the edges, your eyes just begging you to stop and sleep, but you couldn't. Everytime you tried, it felt like tossing and turning (if that was even possible) on sandpaper. You hated it. It happened too often.

There was a lot of wiggling, and a lot of huffing, and some sleepy protest, before you managed to scramble out of their arms. Staring back at them with a guilty expression as they moved to cling to eachother, Sam pressing a reassuring kiss to Bucky's temple, slurring out in a hushed tone, "They'll be back." Trying to sooth how confused the other man was so he wouldn't wake up fully. It didn't take long for them both to fall back asleep, cozied up together.

Your bare feet padded against the wood floors, rubbing your eyes as they adjusted to the lights you'd flicked on. Maybe a warm cup of hot chocolate would feel good, but you'd have to use the stove. Microwave was way too loud. Speaking of the microwave, the time it displayed made you cringe. 4 in the morning. You'd gotten twenty minutes of sleep and spent the rest of it all awake for hours.

After attempting to quietly wrangle out a pot without being too loud, you got halfway through pouring the milk into it when a familiar voice sounded from the doorway, tinged with sleep. "You plannin' on making that for two?" He caught the way your lips crinkled in a worn smile, adding extra milk just for Sam. "Perfect timing, as always." You murmured.

Sam chuckled, glancing around the kitchen, blinking out the last of the sleep from his eyes. His hands softly traced over your waist to your hips, pulling himself closer. His bare chest pressed flush against your equally as undressed back. "I'm anything if not punctual, love." His voice was smooth, sending a light, content tingle down your spine as his chin rested on your shoulder. The silence that followed was only broken by the sounds of you clicking on the stove, adjusting the flames to your liking. Swaying gently to no music at all, a simple side-to-side rocking that kept your mind occupied. Until a sudden thought occurred. "... How come Bucky didn't follow you?"

"Y'know, I was asking myself the same thing. He's probably the lightest sleeper out of all of us." Your ears strained against Sam's voice, trying to listen for any subtle shifts or creaks in the house, but it was all silence. Bucky wasn't coming out of bed. "...Should I make him hot chocolate, then?" Sam paused, seemingly listening as hard as you were, before shaking his head. "Nah... he's probably snoozing on us. I don't blame him, bed must be nice and cold." He was probably right, his words earning a small nod from you as you shifted around the kitchen to actually make the hot chocolate.

"... its chocolate powder in first, then the milk right?" There was a moment of silence as you both pondered it, Sam too tired to really process that information instantly. "Uhh.. pshh... yeah, pretty sure. Not sure the eh, technical term for it, but when you put the powder in last its harder to mix. That goes for.. pretty much everything, I guess." His sleepy slurrs filled your chest with a kind of indescribable warmth. It was nice. Really nice. Just being this domestic, making two cups of hot chocolate. Compared to the usual missions and rushing about, moments to just take it slow was so, so good.

//

You'd both migrated to the living room, sitting on opposite sides of the couch with your legs tangled together, sipping on hot chocolate with comfortable silence or occasional gossip from Sam's end. Around an hour passed, before Bucky finally emerged from the hallway in just his boxers, catching sight of you and Sam and heading over to the couch. You placed down your mug, sitting upright and looking over at him. "Want us to head back to bed, baby?" Bucky shook his head, running a hand through his hair, standing a little awkwardly. "Nah, don't wanna disturb you two too much. Just came for some water, really." You and Sam both raised an eyebrow at that, not believing it for a second. "You're not disturbing anything, my cup has been empty for a while now. We can go back to bed if you want, Buck."

He stared at you for a moment, before relenting with a sigh. Nodding and turning back around to head down the hallway and wait in bed, murmuring a soft "yeah" as he left. Sam simply rolled his eyes out of sheer fondness. "Can never ask for what he wants, can he?" You shook your head equally as fond and amused, picking up Sam's cup as well as your own, "No, he cannot." Sam watched as you made a shooing motion for him to go down the hall already before dumping the mugs in the sink. You'd clean them tomorrow. He scoffed, gently nudging your shoulder and flicking off the lights as you walked. "That's unfair, you know its my turn to do dishes tomorrow."

"Today." You corrected, giving him a little grin. He sighed, trying to feign annoyance, but it was pretty hard. His hand slipped down your back, pulling you closer against his side as he pushed open the door to your shared bedroom. Bucky had already decided to take the middle, lying on his stomach with the sheet kicked off somewhere to the side. You and Sam crawled up on either side of him, hugging cuddling him from both sides much like they did to you earlier. Warm, pleasant, pretzel-limbed and tired murmurs. Everything you'd ever want or need. Sam softly leaned over Bucky to kiss your forehead, before kissing Bucky's temple. And you did the same. Getting comfortable again in bed, slowly, finally, letting sleep consume your mind. Inhaling their scents, letting it all waft over you. You dreamed sweetly, and had the best rest in a while, even if it was only a few hours.

[loserabby]

poly!sambucky + reader but you and sarah come back to those two dumbasses bickering as they fix up some part of the house. it's nothing serious, just the playful bantery bickering they do but someones gotta be an adult and both you and sarah are like Not It. immediately she's like 'they're your boyfriends'

'yeah well he's your brother'

'and bucky?'

'...'

'thats--'

'no i got this, bucky had a crush on you, BOOM back on you'

'bucky AND sam are dating you, BOOM back to you'

'god damn it sarah'

[lilyflowerkitchen]

Ⓐ marvel fics // the marvel shelf Ⓐ

⍟ steve rogers

✪bucky barnes

⩔sam wilson

✪⍟stucky (bucky and steve)

⩔⍟samsteve (sam and steve)

⩔✪sambucky (sam and bucky)

⩔⍟✪samstevebucky (sam, steve, and bucky)

🕸️ peter parker

[gemstone-roses]

A song so sinful

Sam Wilson x Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I think she's close, buck"

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

"Fuck doll, your just divine" Bucky mumbles

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Mm" you say

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

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

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

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

"Mm" he moans into your ear,

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

[rev-glut]

I’m a little early but I’m opening requests for Pride! Any characters on my requests list is open for any Pride related requests. I may be more partial to certain characters (Defenders, Bob Reynolds, Yelena Belova, Moon Knight) but I’m absolutely open for all the characters I have listed. Take care and support each other this Pride.

[buckysghost]

captain america the first avenger : shit bucky has been captured i gotta save him

captain america the winter soldier : shit bucky has been brainwashed i gotta save him

captain america civil war : shit bucky has been framed i gotta save him

[mrs-elsie-barnes]

Last Line Game...

Thank you for the tag @nathanbatemanfucker 🥰🥰

"I don't want to disturb you both, you've already been so kind and I —" "Don't worry about it, we both have our demons, we get nightmares —s'okay, we can help you through it, don't want you sufferin' on your own." Bucky insisted.

"C'mere—" Sam tugged you closer and wrapped his left arm around your shoulder, rolling you into his side, "that's better, you sleep tight Angel we've gottcha."

Np tags: @late-to-the-party-81 @lokisgoodgirl @jobean12-blog

[k1tk4ttt]

Yeah sex is good but have you ever found a 200k word fic of your favorite characters with your favorite trope?

[thunderboltsautisticbullshit]

guys what if I made a fic but instead of a plot it's just scenes of domestic sambucky x reader.

and what if I made the ending reveal all of that was readers 7 minutes as they die out in their arms.

[loserabby]

okay but does anybody wanna share some thoughts about poly!sambucky + reader with the class??